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From Fill to Finish:Mastering Packaging with Nichrome’s Integrated Systems

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Flow Wrap Machine: The Future of Packaging Technology

The flow wrap machine is at the forefront of modern packaging solutions. As industries continue to evolve, the need for efficient, high-quality packaging has never been greater. With the rise of e-commerce and the increasing demand for consumer goods, businesses are looking for ways to enhance their production efficiency and packaging quality. In this comprehensive guide, we will explore the numerous benefits, features, and applications of flow wrap machines, and why they have become an indispensable tool in the packaging industry.

What is a Flow Wrap Machine?

A flow wrap machine, also known as a horizontal flow wrapper, is a high-speed packaging machine that wraps products in a continuous flow. It is designed to package a wide variety of items, including food, consumer goods, and industrial products. The machine uses a film, typically made of plastic or other flexible materials, which is wrapped around the product in a tube-like fashion. The ends of the wrap are sealed tightly to create a secure and durable package.

This method of packaging is ideal for products that require high-speed wrapping, such as bars, snacks, biscuits, or pharmaceutical products. It allows for the efficient packaging of products in a range of sizes and shapes, making it highly versatile and customizable to meet the needs of various industries.

How Does a Flow Wrap Machine Work?

Flow wrap machines operate by feeding the product onto a conveyor belt that moves it through the packaging process. The machine uses a combination of rollers, heat seals, and tension control systems to wrap the product in a film. The key steps in the operation of a flow wrap machine include:

Product Feeding: The product is placed on a conveyor belt, which guides it into the wrapping station.

Film Unrolling: The packaging film, which is typically stored in a roll, is unwound and fed into the machine.

Wrapping: The film is wrapped around the product as it moves through the machine. The ends of the film are sealed tightly using heat and pressure to form a secure package.

Cutting and Sealing: After the product is wrapped, the excess film is cut and the ends of the package are sealed, ensuring the product is securely enclosed.

Output: The finished product is then discharged from the machine and ready for further processing or shipment.

This entire process is automated, which reduces labor costs and increases production efficiency.

Benefits of Using a Flow Wrap Machine

The use of a flow wrap machine offers numerous benefits for businesses, including:

1. High-Speed Packaging

One of the primary advantages of flow wrap machines is their speed. These machines are capable of wrapping products at a rapid pace, often handling hundreds of units per minute. This is especially beneficial for industries where high-volume packaging is required, such as food production, pharmaceuticals, and consumer goods.

2. Improved Product Protection

The packaging created by a flow wrap machine provides excellent protection for products. The sealed ends ensure that the product remains intact, preventing contamination and damage during storage and transportation. Additionally, the film used in flow wrapping is often resistant to moisture, UV rays, and other environmental factors, further enhancing the protection of the product.

3. Customizable Packaging

Flow wrap machines are highly versatile and can accommodate a wide variety of packaging materials and sizes. This makes them ideal for businesses that require customized packaging solutions. The machines can be easily adjusted to handle different product shapes and sizes, and the packaging film can be printed with logos, branding, or other marketing information.

4. Cost Efficiency

By automating the packaging process, businesses can significantly reduce labor costs. The high-speed operation of flow wrap machines also increases productivity, allowing companies to package more products in less time. Additionally, the efficiency of the machine reduces waste and material costs, as the packaging film is used more effectively.

5. Space-Saving Design

Flow wrap machines are designed to be compact and space-efficient. Their horizontal configuration allows them to fit easily into production lines without taking up excessive floor space. This makes them a practical choice for businesses operating in facilities with limited space.

Types of Flow Wrap Machines

There are several types of flow wrap machines available, each designed for specific applications. The most common types include:

1. Vertical Flow Wrappers

Vertical flow wrappers are designed for products that need to be wrapped from the top down. These machines are typically used for small items or irregularly shaped products. They offer high-speed wrapping capabilities and are commonly used in the food industry.

2. Horizontal Flow Wrappers

Horizontal flow wrappers, which are the most common type of flow wrap machine, are designed for products that are fed horizontally through the machine. They are ideal for packaging large products such as bars, snacks, and pharmaceuticals.

3. Multi-Lane Flow Wrappers

Multi-lane flow wrappers are equipped with multiple lanes, allowing for the simultaneous packaging of several products. This increases productivity and is ideal for high-volume production lines.

4. Automatic Flow Wrappers

Automatic flow wrappers are fully automated and require minimal human intervention. These machines are often equipped with advanced sensors, control systems, and packaging material handling systems to ensure precise and consistent operation.

Applications of Flow Wrap Machines

Flow wrap machines are used across a wide range of industries due to their versatility and efficiency. Some of the most common applications include:

1. Food Industry

In the food industry, flow wrap machines are used to package a variety of products, including baked goods, snacks, confectionery, and frozen foods. The machines help maintain product freshness, extend shelf life, and ensure hygiene standards are met. Many flow wrap machines used in food packaging are designed to comply with industry regulations, such as food safety and quality control standards.

2. Pharmaceutical Industry

Flow wrap machines are also used to package pharmaceutical products, such as tablets, capsules, and medical devices. The machines ensure that products are packaged in a sterile and secure manner, helping to maintain the integrity and safety of the products.

3. Consumer Goods

From personal care items to household products, flow wrap machines are widely used to package a variety of consumer goods. The versatility of the machine allows for the packaging of different shapes and sizes of products, making it ideal for companies that manufacture a diverse range of items.

Key Features to Look for in a Flow Wrap Machine

When selecting a flow wrap machine, it is important to consider the following features:

Speed and Efficiency: Look for a machine that offers high-speed wrapping capabilities to meet production demands.

Flexibility: Ensure the machine can handle different product sizes and packaging materials.

Ease of Maintenance: Choose a machine that is easy to clean and maintain to minimize downtime.

Safety Features: Opt for a machine that includes safety mechanisms to protect workers and prevent accidents.

Energy Efficiency: Consider a machine that operates efficiently to reduce energy consumption and lower operating costs.

Conclusion

The flow wrap machine is an essential tool for businesses looking to streamline their packaging processes. With its ability to wrap products at high speeds, provide excellent protection, and offer customizable packaging solutions, it is no wonder that flow wrap machines are becoming increasingly popular in a variety of industries. Whether you are in the food, pharmaceutical, or consumer goods sector, investing in a high-quality flow wrap machine can help improve your production efficiency, reduce costs, and enhance the quality of your packaging.

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How Nichrome’s End of Line Machines benefits businesses with efficiency

In today’s fast-paced industrial environment, efficiency is key to staying ahead of the competition. Businesses are constantly on the lookout for innovative solutions that can streamline their operations, reduce costs, and enhance productivity. As a leading name in packaging solutions, we offer a range of end of line machines designed to meet these needs. Let's explore how our end of line machines can benefit your business with unparalleled efficiency.

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pop that cherry

a/n: woop woop! here's the little slutty story that you guys voted for when i asked what you wanted to see happen next in this au ৎ୭

summary: “hey, I get it,” he flashed you a comforting smile, “I’m a complete stranger. You just shook my hand two seconds ago and now we’re expected to bang in front of a bunch of other people you also don’t know,” his broad thumb swept over your knuckles, “you just have to decide if you wanna pack up your things, go home and chalk this up to just a fun experience, a lesson learned about what corners your sexuality and such does and does not stretch to,” he uttered with sincerity, “or you can come back inside and we can make some magic happen. It’s up to you.” 

warnings: camgirl!reader x various, pornstar!ari levinson, roommate!bucky barnes, porn director!bruce banner, smut, porn au, college au, reader’s porn name is cherry blossom (UrLittleCherry), filming pornography, reader's first time doing professional porn, kissing, masturbation, toys, oral, fingering, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty talk, size kink (pornstar!ari is famous for his monster cock, you're welcome), belly bulge, manhandling, multiple orgasms, squirting, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, facial

word count: 3832

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Curled up and melted on your mattress, you absentmindedly scrolled through your phone. Your puffy pussy, hidden between your still trembling thighs, clenched in dull soreness from the fuck machine frozen by your feet and still glistening from the show you’d put on only moments earlier. 

“Hey, pretty girl,” a familiar voice emanated from your doorway, “I didn’t know you were done streaming.”

Lazily blinking up at Bucky as he leaned against the frame, “yeah, just signed off a few minutes ago,” you exhaled, “did you just get home?” the question flowed from your lips and he swiftly nodded in confirmation, “how was class?” 

“Oh my god, don’t get me started,” your roommate let out a groan and pushed himself off the wall, his stride swiftly carrying him the short distance to where you laid and plopped himself down beside you.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you felt him press a slow peck to your exposed shoulder. 

“Do you need help lifting the toy back in the closet or–,” Bucky’s kind offer was then cut short by the shuttering gasp that suddenly crawled out of your lungs. 

“Oh my god,” your eyes grew to the size of saucers as you stared down at the message you’d opened on your phone, “oh my god!”

“What? What is it?” he propped himself up on a forearm to peek over your shoulder. 

“I–…” your eyes scanned the email wildly, “this can’t be real, right?” you cast a glance back at your friend. 

“Let me have a look,” and you swiftly handed him your phone before hearing him skim through it, “dear miss Cherry Blossom, bla, bla, bla… we here at Smash Studios really love your vibe and were wondering if you would ever consider doing professional pornography, because if so, then we would love to work with you,” his blue eyes flickered a moment longer over the screen before they fluttered up to meet yours, “no, I think it’s legit.”

“Holy shit…” you breathed, an airy giggle then bubbled out of you as this was quite the news to take in, even when one wasn’t still hazy from haven fucked one silly in front of hundreds of people. 

“You think you wanna do it?”

“Beautiful, gorgeous! And look right here, up there, yeah, that’s it…” 

Sharp clicks shuttered the camera and shot throughout the massive house as a photographer snapped the last of the stills for the shoot. You were posed perched and kneeling on a bed with your right hand buried in the already tiny crop top, you’d brought as one of the outfit options, and held up high to reveal your tits. 

The groan of floorboards creaking then found your ears and your gaze swiftly fluttered towards the door where the salt-and-pepper-haired man, who you’d come to learn was the head of the little porn studio, crossed over the threshold. 

“How are we doing in here?” Bruce adjusted his glasses before stepping further into the room. 

“I think we’re about done,” the photographer lowered the camera from his eye and cast a glance to his boss, “think we got the shot.”

“Great,” Bruce clapped his shoulder as the other man passed by and exited the room. As you tugged the short t-shirt back down into place, you met Bruce’s gaze before he asked you, “how are you doing? You ready?”

Though your mind was way too preoccupied to offer him an answer and instead blurted, “has he arrived?” as you scooted off the bed and felt the tiny shorts you wore ride up enough for your grasp to float down to adjust. 

“Not yet, I’m sorry,” he tilted his head, “trust me when I say that he isn’t usually this late. He wouldn’t have the stellar reputation he does if he was. But we can still begin without him and just fix it in post if you’re–”

Someone then poked their head and announced, “hey Banner? He’s here. I just spotted his bike roll up the driveway.”

Feeling your heart thump in your chest, you heard Bruce clap his palms together, “great!” before you followed him out of the bedroom and through the pristine halls of the rented modern mansion. 

Just before your bare feet began to conquer the long staircase, your absentminded grip tightened on the glass railing as you looked down at the open living room, clearly visible from the wide balcony, and spotted the figure that then sauntered in. 

“So sorry I’m late, traffic was literal hell.”

Ari Levinson. 

With sun-kissed brunette locks flowing from his head and a motorcycle helmet nuzzled under his burly arm, the infamous pornstar was not only blessed with a smile that could make anyone swoon, but also a dick so huge that any sane person would be downright terrified by the idea of having it split them apart. 

Though that wasn’t what had stopped you in your tracks, what had made your palms embarrassingly clammy when he soon shook one of them once you’d somehow made your way down the stairs. 

Why did your very first partner have to be someone you’d obsessively been getting off to for years? 

You were barely listening to what the people around you were saying as you couldn’t rip yourself out of the trance you’d snapped into. 

“I’m sorry, what?” you soon blinked, trying to avert your gaze. 

“I asked if you were ready,” Bruce patiently repeated. 

“…for?” you breathed, feeling as if you were inside of a giant ethereal cheese bell, making the entire world around you seem blurry. 

“For the shoot,” Bruce’s words still flew straight over your head, “I said that I was thinking that I’d do the filming myself, if that could make you more comfortable since you’ve already met me. That way it’ll just be me, the two of you and then Sam in the corner doing audio.”

“O-okay…” you said quietly, feeling your cheeks heat up as Ari let his gaze linger over you, an observant brow soon twitching as he spoke up. 

“Wait, actually,” he placed a palm on Bruce’s forearm, halting him as he reached for the bulky camera resting on the white couch, “do you mind if I grab a quick smoke break first?”

“Yeah, sure,” he nodded, “let’s just all take five before we begin.”

It caught you completely off guard when the object of your distraction walked by you and paused to murmur in your ear, “come with me outside for a second, will you?”

Shadowing him all the way out of the tall glass door and onto the terrace, you watched him lean his frame against the fence and tilt his body for you to slot in beside him. 

“I don’t actually smoke,” you uttered softly as you let your fingers ghost over the railing. 

“Oh, neither do I–, or well, that’s not completely true, I do, just didn’t need one right now.” 

“So then why did you ask for a smoke break?” you cocked a brow. 

Blowing out a swift breath, Ari then twisted to face you more and gazed directly down at you. 

“You mind if I hold your hand?” he held out his own palm.

“Oh, uhm,” your glance flickered down to his upturned hand before you carefully placed your own atop of it, “okay.”

His warm fingers swiftly engulfed your own as his stare stayed fast upon you.

“So, this is your first time, huh?”

“Oh, no, I'm not a virgin, I–” 

“I meant porn, sweetheart,” he tilted his head to be more at your level. 

“Right,” you averted your gaze as butterflies soared in your stomach, “yeah, I haven’t really done this before… I mean, I’ve some stuff, I’ve cammed for a pretty long time now and even recorded custom videos for some people, but no, I haven’t really taken this step before…” 

You were staring down at his large hand engulfing yours as he then said, “you know, it’s okay if you don’t wanna go through with it. This field isn’t for everyone, in fact, only very few thrive in this environment, and if it’s not for you, then it’s okay.”

“Oh, no,” your eyes flickered up to find his as you urged, “I wanna do this, I really do. I’m sorry, I guess I just kinda got a bit more nervous than I expected.” 

“Hey, I get it,” he flashed you a comforting smile, “I’m a complete stranger. You just shook my hand two seconds ago and now we’re expected to bang in front of a bunch of other people you also don’t know,” his broad thumb swept over your knuckles, “you just have to decide if you wanna pack up your things, go home and chalk this up to just a fun experience, a lesson learned about what corners your sexuality and such does and does not stretch to,” he uttered with sincerity, “or you can come back inside and we can make some magic happen. It’s up to you.” 

“So, Cherry,” Bruce purred behind the camera as he knelt on the floor beside where you sat at the foot of the bed, “I can’t believe we finally convinced you to come have some fun with us. I gotta tell you, you are just a fucking dream come true…”

“Oh, thank you,” you smiled, kicking your feet slightly as they dangled over the edge. 

“But you must get that all the time, I mean, look at you.”

“It has been known to happen on occasion,” you chuckled, thinking back to all of the lewd compliments the viewers of your streams generously tossed at you. 

“So, a little birdy told me that this is your very first time fucking on camera. Is that true?”

“Yeah, it is,” you bit down on your bottom lip, “I’m so ready to pop that cherry.”

“Oh, you are, are you?” he smirked, panning the bulky camera over your frame as you tilted your head in a nod, “you’re just ready to show the whole world what a perfect slut you are?”

“Think it’s about time,” you giggled in response. 

“Well, then why don’t you do something for me and stand up?” he shifted back a bit as you got up from the bed, “and now, I’ve already seen it, but can you please turn around and show everyone how fucking perfect your ass is?” a grin stayed fast on your face as you slowly spun around. Your butt was barely covered in the tiny shorts that clung around your hips, so when you twisted and let the camera catch that part of you, Bruce quietly groaned, “wow…” and he shifted his grip to let one of his hands float up towards you, “can I touch you?” 

“Sure,” you arched your back a bit to make his palm’s journey that much shorter. 

“Damn… this has got to be one of the greatest booties I’ve ever seen in my entire life,” he offered your softness a brief squeeze. His fingers first dented one cheek, then the next, before his grip caught your waistband and tugged your shorts up just a tad bit more, making the fabric momentarily rub against your covered pussy.

His flat palm then scooped around your hips and guided you back to face the camera.

“Do you wanna see my boobs?” you smiled as you blinked down at him with big doe eyes, your hands gently grazing over the hem of your crop top.

“Oh, yes, please,” he virtually begged as he let his warm palm stay glued to your waist. 

Peeking down, you slowly lifted the shirt up and let your tits quite literally spill out as they jiggled slightly from the release of how fiercely you let the cotton graze over your skin. 

“Jesus christ…” you heard him utter as your palms fluttered down to play with them, squeezing the soft peaks gently before Bruce’s fingers sneaked up to pinch one of your nipples.

Once you’d put on a show and pushed the tiny shorts down your legs, the crotch of which had been slightly soaked since you weren’t wearing any panties underneath, you rested back down on the bed and spread your legs wide for the camera, grinning as the older man asked you to play with yourself. 

“Oh my god… I gotta tell you, I am so hard right now,” you watched how intently he stared at the small monitor, getting a closeup of how your fingers rubbed your little clit, “you have no idea how tough it is not to just fuck you right now, it’s crazy…”

“Oh yeah?” you giggled, the melody of your want echoing throughout the room at every teasing touch you offered yourself, “how bad do you wanna fuck me?”

“So fucking bad…” he uttered in a nearly hypnotise tone. 

Continuing to circle your puffy pearl, your fingers briefly dipped down to tease your entrance, only shyly slipping inside before you swept back up. 

“You know what?” Bruce said as he then began to twist a bit to get the open door to the room into frame, “I have a little surprise for you,” and perfectly on queue, Ari appeared at the threshold, burly chest on show with just a pair of jeans hanging low on his hips. 

His stride was slow as he only stayed in the doorway a moment before sauntering over to where you sat, melted back and resting against the one forearm that propped you up. 

“Hey,” he smiled and plucked up your face as soon as it was within reach. 

“Hi,” you managed to utter just before he bent down and pressed his lips to yours in an unhurried and gentle kiss. 

He kissed you as if he had all the time in the world, like some dude wasn’t pressing a bulky camera closer to the intimate act, but like he was the lead in a PG romcom. 

When Ari withdrew, he let himself linger in your warmth, ever so slightly nuzzling his nose against your own as your fingers kept up the dizzying pattern you drew between your parted thighs. Tilting his head, his touch traced the length of your arm till his reach came down to aid your efforts, making you gasp from the way he caressed you. 

“You,” he nudged his nose gently against your own, “look like you’re in need of some cock in that little mouth of yours.”

Letting out a soft chuckle, you said, “you read my mind,” before popping the button of his jeans and tugging the zipper down. Even though you’d seen his famed cock numerous times on screen before, it truly was something else to witness it in person. A breathy, “holy shit,” left your lips as you tried to wrap your fingers around his girth, though he only let out a soft laugh at the way your eyes grew wide. 

Ceasing the caress he drew between your thighs, he instead grabbed the base of his heavy length with his fingers still glossy from your arousal. As you stuck out your flat tongue, he tapped the weight against you for a second before you tilted your chin and wrapped your lips around the bulbous head.  

As you disappeared into the meditative motion of slobbering all over his cock, gradually taking more and more of his intimidating length, your frame twisted to lay on your side and face him more. 

Blinking up into his hooded eyes as the corners of your lips burned from the severe stretch, you felt his hips begin to move, rolling to meet your every bob, till his fingers tangled in your hair and he got to take over completely, fucking your face till slobber dribbled down your chest and rained down on your crop top, still tugged up and framing your tits. 

His free hand then snaked its way back down your body and cracked your legs open wide for the camera to see as he plugged your pussy up with two of his fingers, making you moan around his girth as the tip of him bruised your throat. 

When he yanked your mouth off of his cock, he did so with a gravelly growl, like he could have lived in your silky warmth and it pained him to say goodbye so soon. 

“Come here,” he grabbed you and flipped you around for your frame to face him as his feet stayed planted on the side of the bed. Kicking his jeans the rest of the way off, you panted up at him as you scooted even closer, nearly letting your butt hang off the mattress’ edge as you laid already crumbled and folded before him, utterly bewitched by the anticipation of what his legendary size must feel like stretching your poor pussy out. 

Shimmery spiderwebs of your nectar clung to him as he then let you feel the weight of him tap against your puffy pearl, briefly skimming through your folds before he found your eyes and tipped down, nudging to catch your weeping entrance. 

“Oh my g-god…” you gasped, all of the air escaping your body to accommodate as he slowly pressed just the tip inside. Your cunt clung around his dick as he gave you a second to catch your breath. Your pulse throbbed in your pussy as your silky walls moulded around him and your thighs gently trembled from the intensity of it all. 

“Fuck,” he groaned as he gave you another inch, “you feel so good,” gently stuffing more of his length inside. 

His grip dented your trembling thighs as he held you open for the camera to see how you struggled to take his cock. Even when the tip of him kissed your cervix and made you feel as if he was all the way up in your fucking throat, when you hazily gazed down to see where he split you apart, there was still a generous inch of him that your little pussy just couldn’t take. 

As your eyes lingered a little longer, you too caught sight of how a dull bulge formed in the lower part of your belly, perfectly timed with each of his mind-numbing thrusts. 

When you then tumbled over the edge, nearly blind from the overwhelming pleasure, your pussy couldn’t help but accidentally gush around Ari’s girth, simply because of how mind-boggling he felt. 

“Oh, shit,” you panted. Still in your orgasmic daze, you swiftly cast a worried glance up at Bruce steady behind the camera, “I’m sorry,” you briefly broke the scene as Ari too paused his movements as you breathlessly spoke, “I really tried not to squirt, I know that wasn’t part of today’s plan, but–, fuck…” your eyes fluttered up to find Ari’s, “your dick’s just so goddamn big,” you hazily giggled. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Bruce’s voice washed over you as you watched a smile tug at Ari’s lips, “that was just an unplanned bonus.”

“Wait, so you’re not mad?” your neck twisted to cast a glance at the director. 

“No,” he swiftly shook his head and flashed you a reassuring smile to calm the obvious anxiety that had bubbled up inside of you. 

“Oh, good,” you let out a sigh, “sorry, I just got nervous for a second. Okay, alright, we can keep going.”

“You good?” Ari checked before he cracked out of his frozen form. 

“Yep, yep, I’m okay, I’m wonderful,” you chuckled and let the last bit of nerves wash away. 

“Alright,” he dipped down to press a soft kiss to your lips, before his hands guided your arms around his neck, slinking them around him. 

His grasp then scooped down under you and he effortlessly plucked you up off the bed, a shy yelp bubbling up from your lungs as he picked your frame up to cradle you in his arms, his massive cock still lodged inside of you, though when he settled you in his strong hold, it felt as if he found a mystical way to slide even deeper. 

Moans flowed from your lips and vibrated against his skin as your neck soon gave up and lent your cheek to smoosh against his fuzzy chest. 

“There you go,” he stood up tall and bounced you in his arms like you were a toy, just a cocksleeve for him to get off with, “there you fucking go…”

As he picked up the pace and truly gave you a taste of how a real pornstar pounded a pussy for the camera, your eyes screwed shut tight and you felt yourself float away on a cloud, curled up in Ari’s burly arms and surrounded in a storm of your collective moans. The existence of the video camera even faded from your reality as you peeled your eyes open and peeked up at Ari from the pillow of his pec, knowing full well that he too could feel how you began to clench around his cock once more. 

“You gonna cum again?” he repeatedly lifted you up and down on his fat girth, “you gonna be a good girl and cream all over my cock, huh?”

Blinking up at him, your brows crinkled in pleasure as you nodded, “uh-huh.”

“You think you can squirt again for me?” his grip dug into the plush of your ass hard enough for it to leave marks. 

“I-I don’t know–”

“Oh, I think you can,” he switched up his pattern, slowing down slightly and dragging you all the way up till his cock nearly slipped out of you, only to sink you back down in such a rough, yet intensely slow manner, that it made your eyes roll in your skull, “just listen to that,” he smirked at the soft sloshing sound that sinfully echoed as his fat girth repeatedly slid against your g-spot, virtually bullying it till you surrendered, “it’s like she’s begging me to just spend the rest of the day making her gush over and over again until you fucking pass out…”

A shrill cry escaped your form as you let go once more, shaking in Ari’s grasp as Bruce knelt down to capture your sinful drizzle.  

You nearly felt drunk, like you were hours into the best party of your life, when you eventually found yourself planted on the floor, quaking legs unsteady beneath you as you blinked up at Ari, looming above you and furiously fucking his fist. 

“You want me to cum all over that pretty little face?” he grunted as you hazily stuck out your tongue. 

“Yes,” the corners of your lips blissfully curled up into a grin, “please–”

Even though your bones had turned into jelly and your pussy clenched in soreness, the drawn-out moan that rumbled in Ari’s chest as hot ropes of his cum then shot out and painted your features sent tingles throughout your body and filled you with a desire to just wrestle him back down onto the mattress, hit rewind and do it all over again. 

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Burning Jealousy | idol!Vernon x Reader | angst, fluff

The sound of the espresso machine filled the small café, blending harmoniously with the low chatter of customers and the clinking of ceramic cups. Y/N expertly poured steamed milk into a cup, creating a perfect heart-shaped latte art. Just as she placed it on the counter, Sofia leaned against the register with a mischievous grin.

"So, guess who’s coming to New York next week?" Sofia asked, her voice laced with excitement.

Y/N glanced at her, wiping her hands on her apron. "Seventeen?"

"Bingo!" Sofia beamed. "And you’re coming with me."

Y/N hesitated. She should’ve seen this coming. Of course, Sofia would want to see the group—her brother included—especially since she had a crush on one of the backup dancers, Joon. Y/N knew about her little infatuation; Sofia wouldn’t shut up about him.

"I don’t know…" Y/N trailed off.

Sofia pouted, reaching for Y/N’s arm. "Come on, you have to! Please? It’s been forever since we went on a trip together. And you love New York!"

Y/N sighed. Saying no to Sofia had always been impossible. Despite everything, she still adored her. Even though she was Vernon’s little sister, their friendship had remained strong, even after the breakup.

"Fine," Y/N relented, shaking her head with a small smile.

Sofia squealed, clapping her hands together. "Yes! You won’t regret it. And, uh… Vernon’s gonna be there too."

Y/N’s stomach twisted slightly, but she forced a neutral expression. "I figured."

Sofia hesitated before speaking again. "I just— I feel bad, you know? I introduced you two, and now you’re both sad, and I feel responsible."

Y/N softened. "It’s not your fault, Sof. We just… didn’t work out."

Sofia nodded, but she still looked guilty. "I still think you guys were perfect together."

Y/N chose not to respond.

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The city greeted them with its usual bustle—yellow taxis honking, the crisp scent of roasted nuts from street vendors, and the towering skyscrapers. Y/N took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar energy of the city she loved.

After checking into their separate hotel rooms, Sofia turned to Y/N. "Hey, I’m gonna meet up with Vernon for a bit. Then later, we’ll meet up with Joon and his friend, okay?"

Y/N blinked. "You’re meeting Vernon alone?"

"Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll let you know how it goes."

Y/N just nodded, suddenly feeling more nervous than she expected.

Vernon walked beside Sofia, hands shoved in his pockets, as they strolled through a quiet part of the city. He had always been close with his sister, so he could tell she was up to something.

"Why’d you really want to meet up, Sof?" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

She grinned. "What, I can’t just want to see my favorite brother?"

"I’m your only brother."

"Exactly." She bumped his shoulder. "I wanted to tell you that Y/N’s here too. And she’s coming to the concert."

Vernon stopped walking. "She is?"

Sofia nodded. "Yeah. She came with me."

His heart did an involuntary flip. "Why didn’t she come with you now?"

Sofia raised a brow. "Seriously?"

Vernon exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, that was dumb."

Sofia gave him a look before asking, "Do you still have feelings for her?"

Vernon stared at her. He knew the answer, but saying it out loud felt too real.

"It doesn’t matter, does it?" he muttered, avoiding her gaze.

Sofia sighed. "You should talk to her."

Vernon remained silent.

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The club was packed, music thrumming through the floor. Y/N laughed as she danced with Joon’s friend, feeling lighter than she had in months. Sofia was busy with Joon, their chemistry obvious. Drinks were flowing, and for once, Y/N allowed herself to just enjoy the moment.

Sofia posted stories throughout the night. One particular video captured Y/N twirling, laughing with the backup dancer. Harmless, really.

But when Vernon saw it, he saw red.

Vernon had spent the night pacing. He wasn’t the type to let jealousy consume him, but seeing Y/N like that—so carefree, with someone else—made something inside him snap.

By morning, he couldn’t take it anymore.

He marched down to the hotel reception, asking for Y/N’s room. When he found it, he knocked. Then knocked again. And again, until she finally groggily opened the door, hair messy from sleep.

"Vernon?" she asked, blinking in confusion.

He didn’t wait. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.

"What the hell was last night?" he demanded, voice sharp.

Y/N frowned. "Excuse me?"

"You were all over him!" His tone was nearly a growl. "Seriously, Y/N? One year together, and you move on just like that? With my backup dancer, of all people?"

Y/N’s shock turned into anger. "Are you kidding me? Vernon, we broke up. You don’t get to tell me what I do anymore."

"I know, but—!" He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "It’s hard, okay? Seeing you with someone else. It drives me insane."

She folded her arms. "Oh, and I suppose all those dating rumors about you don’t count?"

"That’s different!"

"How?"

He hesitated. "Because it was never real. None of it. But you—you were dancing with him, laughing with him, letting him touch you!"

Her eyes widened. "Are you hearing yourself?"

His jaw clenched. "I can’t stand it, Y/N. I can't stand the idea of you with someone else. You were mine."

She softened, seeing the raw emotion in his eyes. "Then why didn’t you fight for us?"

His voice cracked. "Because I thought it was what you wanted."

She sighed. "You’re an idiot."

And then, before she could stop herself, she stepped forward and hugged him. He exhaled shakily, his arms wrapping around her tightly.

"You smell like alcohol," he mumbled against her hair.

She laughed. "Yeah, we had a bit too much. I need a shower."

He smirked, watching as she grabbed some clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. He collapsed onto her bed, waiting.

When she returned, fresh and warm, she slid onto the bed beside him. He immediately pulled her into his chest.

"You were so jealous," she teased.

"Not the first time. Just the first time I showed it." He scoffed. "I don't like this side of me, that's why I never show it. To be honest I get jealous pretty easily. I don't even like it when I catch other men looking at you. But I try my best to hide it." he said looking down at her.

She grinned. "I liked it."

Vernon muttered, "I couldn’t sleep all night. That stupid video—I couldn’t stop thinking about it."

Y/N sighed. "Well, I’m tired too, because you woke me up. Let’s sleep a little longer."

He pulled her into his arms. "I love you. And I’m never letting you go again. You’re mine."

She smiled sleepy, burying her face against his chest. "I love you too."

He smirked. "Tomorrow, at the concert—try to make me find you."

She grinned. "Blow me a kiss if you do."

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I’d find you anywhere."

[passiberri]

SMS Apartments | Lot Download

Hey lovelies! This is a fun build I’ve been working on – it’s a NYC-style apartment building with a little Parisian flair. I wasn’t planning to upload it at first, but as I worked on it, I thought the shell might be super useful for anyone wanting this type of vibe for their sims.

It’s perfect if you’re using the For Rent pack, and I kept the custom content pretty consistent throughout to make it all flow nicely. Hope you enjoy it as much as I loved building it!

Watch my Tiktok for these apartments here!

EA ID: Passiberri

1 cafe (included) and 3 empty community spaces (see floorplan)

5 empty customizable apartments (4 rectangle, 1 split-level)

I used Ravasheen's elevator mod for easy accesible apartments

30 x 30 lot in San Myshuno (Spice Market neighborhood)

Packs used: This lot looks perfectly fine without packs                          - Eco Lifestyle (dumpster)                          - Discover University (bicycles)                          - Get together (coffee machine)                          - Seasons (flower arranging table)

694,996 Simoleons

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Please do NOT re-upload or claim as your own

Pictures are taken with Gshade on, I use the preset Pearl by Pixelglam

For Rent expansion pack recommended

This lot is not playtested

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[emeraldserenade]

It's Always Been You ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: You and Joaquín grew up together and fell in love together

tw: fem!reader, childhood best friend!Joaquín, singer!reader, reader had an emotionally constipated father, ex playboy!Joaquín, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

We hit 200 followers!! Thank you to every single one of you that got us here!! As promised, here's my long childhood best friends to lovers!! I wanted this to be longer but I felt like this ended where it needed to.

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You and Joaquín met when your dad was stationed at the base in Miami, you were neighbors. And your backyards were connected by a gate, one that was constantly open and had a flow of people through it. 

Joaquín Torres quickly became your best friend, your parents may have orchestrated it but you two didn’t know that. Joaquín brought you out of your shell and, in return, you gave him a friend that never said his energy was too much.

“Y/n, will you marry me?” Joaquín was holding the small ring he won from the coin machine. Both of your families were having a joint vacation, you all were at the local arcade and you and Joaquín were joined at the hip running around.

“Can best friends get married?” You asked him, taking the ring and shoving it on your finger anyway.

“My mamá said her and my papá were best friends before they got married,” Joaquín told you and you smiled at him, taking him by his hand and running off to play more games.

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Your parents always stated that they knew you two were made for each other, it was your mother’s dying wish for you to get married one day. She died when you were only 12, it broke you but Joaquín was there. It broke your father more, she was his best friend, his reason for life, and he became distant. He went to work and then home, he ran from everything that wasn’t constant. He ran when things got hard, he ran from you when you cried or when you needed anything more than the essentials. 

You got used to it, when he would grab a bag and leave in his car, you would pack your own and walk to the Torres house. Joaquín got used to it too, when he heard your dad’s car leaving randomly, he would quickly clean his room and make his bed for the two of you to share. You swore to mamá Torres that you were ok, that this is what you knew. What you will know until you move out, that the Torres house gives you enough love.

And if you lied to her, if you were in fact not ok, that is the lie you gave to others. That is the life you made for people to see, even if you tensed when people got upset. Even if your eyes darted between that person and the door behind them, that is what they were supposed to believe. 

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After college, you apologized to your mom’s grave. If you couldn’t admit your feelings to Joaquín by now, it would never happen. You watched Joaquín meet and fall for one of the sorority girls, it came with the territory of him being in a frat. You hated it but you couldn’t do anything, you lost your chance. It didn’t matter that you still had that little ring or that you used to spend so much time in his room. It didn’t matter that you knew Joaquín better than anyone or that you two flirted constantly. Joaquín wasn’t yours and you knew that, it hurt but it was true. So you stayed behind him, when girls slept with him and then ghosted him. When he swore he liked his new girlfriends only for them to leave after they’ve had their fun. You were there to pick up the pieces, every time. 

You were worried sometimes, thinking he would notice your feelings. Thinking he would pick up how you held him a little too close. How you would press too many kisses to his head and forehead when he curled into you. How you would press yourself into him as you stayed in the same bed after one too many drinks and movies.

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It was after one of these nights, one where you and Joaquín got a little too drunk and spent the night in your apartment, that you realized how deep your feelings were. It wasn’t a lighting bolt realization, it was a small moment in the late morning. You were just sitting together, your shoulders pressed into each other while a movie played and you two drank hot chocolate. 

It started with a simple sentence, his nickname for you slipping past his lips like it was always supposed to be used. “Angel.”

You hummed before looking at him, finding him already looking at you. His eyes were always pretty to you, but in the light streaming in from the window, they were prettier. His curled hair moving slightly with the morning breeze from the open window and the scent of his soap curling around you made you pause for a moment. “Yes?” 

“I forgot,” he admitted, his eyes darting around your face like he was trying to commit it to memory. You just smiled at him before looking back at the TV, missing the way he was smiling at you.

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Years passed, quiet yearning and heartbreak simmering under your skin and you saw the world go into a chaos and go back. Saw Joaquín join the Air Force and work for Captain America, saw Joaquín date girl after girl but end up with you when it didn’t work out. You weren’t sure if he noticed how you never seemed to get a boyfriend or how you turned down every offer of a date. It’s not that you didn’t want to go out, it’s just that Joaquín was the only person you knew would just walk out like your dad. You weren’t sure if he even cared half the time, he never seemed to ask if you went out or not. 

Sam brought it up one day, you were lounging in his house with the boys. You all were having a relaxing day while watching movies and doing nothing. The boys were exhausted from their latest mission and you were just tired of your manager trying to get you to do another tour.

“Y/n, why do you never go on dates?” Sam questioned, he had seen a random tweet asking if you would go on a date with the user.

“Uh, no one’s ever asked me,” you easily lied, it was a lie you told people a lot. 

“No one?” Sam raised his eyebrows at you in a questioning manner.

“Well, I mean, there was this one guy but he, uh, he was weird,” you said, your lie quickly falling apart.

“There’s no way you haven’t been asked more than that,” Sam said and you darted your eyes to Joaquín and back.

“Well I have but,” Sam quickly cut you off.

“But what?”

“But they’ve only ever been fans, I’m sure they’d hate the reality of it,” you told him, throwing your leg over the side of the chair as you twisted.

“You’ll never know if you don’t try,” Sam mused but you just shook your head.

“Not entirely interested in trying,” you confessed as you sipped your drink. You missed the look shared between Joaquín and Sam, the way Joaquín hated thinking about you being with other people.

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You noticed Joaquín’s dating habits, there were no more dates. He turned down every invite to go out or even just spend the night with someone. You wanted to ask about it but you also didn’t want to seem weird asking him about it. 

You also noticed that Joaquín was spending more time with you, it felt comfortable. Too comfortable, he was a constant but you felt your feelings grow.

Then it happened, “Angel, I like you, a lot more than I probably should,” Joaquín told you and you just left. You grabbed a bag of essentials and left Joaquín alone in your apartment. 

Joaquín stood there, his heart breaking but his mind running even more. He knew why you ran, it’s how you got treated when you were younger. It’s what your mind connects to feelings, it’s why you run. So Joaquín stayed, he stayed in your apartment and waited until you came back.

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You went to the hotel down the street, you worked on your songs and kept your feelings away. You hated that you ran, that you did exactly what your dad did. You wanted to tell Joaquín that you liked him too, that you loved him, but it scared you. And it scared you that it scared you because he was the only person you could see a future with. 

You pulled a jacket out of your bag and something tumbled out of the pocket as you put it on, you bent down to pick it up. You paused when you saw what it was, you had to get back to Joaquín. You threw your things back into your bag and ran to check out, the ring held tightly in your hand.

“Angel, I promise that as long as you have the ring, I’ll marry you when we’re older,” it was the promise little Joaquín made to you that very same vacation you got the ring. 

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Joaquín was in your apartment when you got there, you had to pause to get your phone back. You had gone the last few days without it but you needed to track Joaquín. Joaquín looked over when the door opened, he jumped up from the couch when he saw you. You were wearing his old Air Force hoodie, one he had given you a while back, and a pair of lounge shorts. You were out of breath from running back to your apartment and your eyes were wide. You didn’t pause when you saw him, you just dropped your bag, closed the door, and ran to him. You pressed yourself to him, pulling him into you as you hugged him.

“Angel, are you ok?” Joaquín wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

“I love you,” you told him, pressing your face into his shoulder. “I love you but I’m scared, I’m scared that I’m no better than my father. That I’ll keep running every time my emotions get too high,” you admitted, your face still in his shoulder. “And I’m sorry for running,” you added.

“Angel, you’re not your father and I understand why you ran. But if you give me a chance, if you let me show you what real unconditional love is, you won’t feel like you have run anymore,” Joaquín promised as he hugged you even tighter. You pulled away just enough to press your lips to his, a quiet promise that you would. You would let him love you and let him show you that you don’t need to run anymore, that only one would run from you.

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Part 9 of the office AU

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The boys figured that they need to lay off reader and the best way to do that is to back with their ex (boys are dumb)

Pairing : Poly!141 x reader

A/n: sorry there’s a lot of Simon x reader , he’s my comfort character and my fav trope is I har everyone but you and he gives that so much. I’m not the best writer so I have trouble with flow sometimes so bare with me

You’ve been working for 141 industries for about 2 months now, it’s nice to have your own. Own money, your own car, and your own apartment. You think that the boys have gotten back with their ex, and that is making you feels some things that if you didn’t care you shouldn’t feel.

Their ex only seems to like all of them except for Simon , he seems almost like an afterthought to her. She rolls in the office, always leaves the front door open and just waltzes into John’s office , without even an ask to see if he’s in a meeting.

“I’m sorry ,he’s in a mee-”, she interrupts you with a wave and a fake smile, goes in and shuts the door and closes the blinds. You huff out a breath and look up to see Simon staring at you , letting out a small shrug. Simon and you both stand up, it’s lunch time. Everyday at the same time , you get up and eat lunch , whether that is in the breakroom or getting something to eat at a fast food place. Simon started joining you a little over two weeks ago, you noticed that Simon doesn’t really bring lunch just eats shit out of the vending machine.

You started making and packing extra food for him.

“I have extra food today, if you want some”, you sit down at the same table next to him.

“`M good”, as he opens a bag of chips.

“Please just eat, I always make too much food”, shoving the food towards him. He gives you a look and you give him a small smile and nod your head towards the food.

“So, how long have you guys been dating”, you wave your hand in a you know who gesture.

He makes a hum noise, “who?”

“The women in Price’s office” .

“Oh,I guess our girlfriend”.

“She doesn’t seem to like to hang out with you”

“Yeah, well I’m not the best guy”.

“I beg to differ”, you think that Simon is the nicest guy you’ve met. He helped you when he really didn’t have too and likes to eat lunch with you and appreciates your food too.

You hear a shrill , “Receptionist”,she can’t even remember your name. She kind of slaps the table like she’s hitting a bell. You see her just standing there , waiting for you.

“Yes”

“I need you to clear John’s schedule for tomorrow afternoon”

You turn to look at John in office with the door shut, focused on his computer,”Uhh does John now about this”, you question.

“Of course, sweetie”, she is using her fake customer voice , you know because you are using it too.

“ I think, I’m going to ask him , just in case”, you start to move in the direction of his office. No way he really wants to clear his schedule, you’ve never seen him take lunch. A whole afternoon off, no way.

You knock as you push the door open, “Hi, Mr.Price, just trying to fig-”,

“Not now”.

“Oh well I was-”

He looks up then with a harsh brown and a closed mouth speaking through his teeth , “Not now”.

It shocks you, he’s never talked to you like that but you have been talked to like that a lot. Your natural response is to quiet down and get out the way. You quietly back out the room and sit back down at your desk.

You look up at her still waiting for you to clear the schedule, “I guess it’s fine”

“Wonderful” , she has such a wide smile and is so pretty. You think you hate her.

“Opps almost forgot”, she walks to Soap and gives him a big kiss and you can definitely see tongue. You want to look away but you can’t help it , it’s enticing. She lets out a little giggle and wipes her mouth and then saunters out the door.

Simon is sitting there, no kiss received, and is staring at you.

[konoharfts]

Look Alive Sunshine ~

New Bulletproof Hearts AU lore just dropped

Here, have Kakashi and Genma’s character intros and thumbnail designs and notes for 6 out of the main 7!!! (I’ve already posted Anko ;) )

(If this is the first Bulletproof Hearts AU post you’re seeing, for context this is my Danger Days inspired AU featuring the tokujo squad and also Kakashi :) )

And now for the official intro:

In the fallout following the Resource Wars , and shortly after we lost Kiri to the waves, the Senju company in collaboration with the Red Fan company establish Neo-Konoha, the new capitol of the remnants of the Land of Fire. A shiny new city free from the troubles of post-war faction life, and the dizzying desert heat.

Here in the city everything runs on chakra energy. No more nuclear or fossil fuels, that’s for the old-world now. By tapping into the “dragon veins” flowing through the earth chakra can be cultivated and converted into the fuel that powers all of Neo-Konoha’s beloved bright lights, hover-cars, gadgets, and gizmos. It’s even opened up the doorway to cybernetics and body-modification. With chakra being an energy source that resonates with life it’s never been easier to merge man and tech. Now, many new companies wanting to make their mark on chakra-tech industries have sprouted up, and Chakra City (Neo-Konoha) is very kind to those wanting to contribute to the expansion of the city, and the growth of the economy.

The city is split into three main branches. The tall buildings and neon lights of the inner-city, the seedy bars and backroom deals of the under-city, and the plastic smiles and white picket fences of the residential district. Everything inside the city walls is labeled as Neo-Konoha, and everything outside in the wide open desert plains is labeled as the Outer-Ring, where many live in the little non-radiated pockets of barely habitable land. Made barely habitable thanks to the over mining of chakra, causing the land to be drained of its vitality. Life in the O.R is rough, it’s a lawless wasteland filled with criminals, thugs, and the kindest and realest people you’ll ever meet. It’s the home of all of those who don’t belong inside the city walls. Those who were cast out, or those who chose to leave, and those who had no choice but to be born.

After the tragic death of chairman Minato Namikaze the Golden Era of Neo-Konoha has been replaced my Sarutobi Hiruzen’s age of radio silence, aided by president of ROOT Danzo Shimra who’s company specializes in keeping the people “in line”. A powerful regime threatened only by a newly established pack of desert rats out in the Outer-Ring consisting of two of Minato’s former bodyguards, the previous head of the intelligence division, a woman who’s more machine than human, a sickly smuggler, and more recently a once-double agent turned pink hearted. These anarchists call themselves Wildfire.

Operating out of an abandoned gas station from back in the old era of gas powered vehicles Wildfire’s unofficial leader Genma Shiranui runs a 24h radio station - titled S.E.N.B.O.N radio - where you can tune in to all of the greatest punk-rock hits AND get all the information you need regarding the movement of Neo-Konoha’s exterminators, soldiers, and SCARECROWs out in the O.R. How to best avoid them, and how to best blast ‘em to one of the four respectable levels of dead without sending yourself sky high with ‘em. Unintentionally Shiranui becomes somewhat of a guardian angel for the people struggling against the chains of oppression out in the wastes. What was once a station created to provide some musical escape with just a sprinkling of survival tricks turned into the stage in which the revolution is set.

In that same gas station that’s home to such an iconic station are all of the other main members of Wildfire. We’ve got Anko Mitarashi, who has a mechanic shop where she can do just about anything given the proper materials. Anything from mods to prosthetics, vehicle repair and customization, making whole new gadgets, and making cyber-cycles from scratch. Meanwhile, when he’s not out on an assignment Raidō Namiashi’s running the “convenience store” that’s really just a front for the whole fence thing they’re running. Ibiki Morino is used as the group’s ‘intimidation and muscle’ but when he’s not scaring Konoha dogs shitless he’s slaving over his pride and joy, a car that’s more modifications than car. Hayate Gekkō manages their connections to the smuggling routes and also makes it his life mission to act like the station’s cat. Agent Yūgao Uzuki, former SCARECROW assigned to take down the rebels, turned double agent, turned Wildfire loyalist tries to take charge of planning as much as she can. After witnessing the state of the leadership in the revolt rocking konoha she’s flabbergasted they accomplished as much as they did.

On the side of Neo-Konoha Kakashi Hatake, Mad Dog, agent #07, and Hiruzen’s top SCARECROW, is assigned to take Wildfire down. The group consisting of his old comrades and friends, before they turned traitor. With his soldier prowess and the use of the advanced AI program ‘B2’, created by Obito uchiha, Kakashi is the only individual able to stand against Wildfire, the question is, does his loyalty to Neo-Konoha and his trust in “Obito” outweigh the ache he feels. The niggling feeling that there’s something very wrong, something he’s missing.

This is not a tale about heroes. This is not a tale about glory. This is a tale about people. People living, and people dying, and people clawing their way through life, and people snapping at the hand that tightens the leash. There is no victor, there is no clean cut, just what is left when the fire burns through. The embers that sparked the Wildfire are doomed to fizzle out and die in the infancy of the flame. But as long as you stick around to witness the trees burn, they cannot claim it hadn’t happened at all. When a tree falls in a forest, tune in to the sound. Because remember, they can’t control you if you don’t give in to the silence.

Orrrrr

The tokujo gang fight against the oppressive fascist regime of Neo-Konoha while spreading chaos through the wastes and making Kakashi’s life way harder :)

So yeah, I hope that makes sense T~T it’s so late at night when I’m writing this I fear I may be too cryptic…. BUT PLEASE TELL ME YOU GET THE VISION!!

If anyone is interested in more lore feel free to ask anything <<33 I’m going to try and post some mini comics and blurbs for this AU often-ish (for art practice and also I want to push my brainworms onto y’all) so stay tuned?

Alright I think that’s enough yapping (for now ;) ) if anyone read all of that I shall give you one (1) soft little forehead kith :) 😙💋

Okay byeeee~~~

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[little-forest-goblin]

My Lover in the Cottage

Synopsis: Five finally got that retirement he wanted. He finally was able to pack his things and move to the countryside but what he didnt expect was to come upon the love of his life.

Warnings: Angst, spicy scenes, Crazy obsessed ex, slight violence, teeth rotting fluff, bad grammar

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Finally.  

Five finally got his retirement. He moved to the countryside, the beautiful land surrounded by plants, farms and fresh air. He of course didn't move too far away to be close to his family but far enough from the city. Far away from the life that has caused more harm than it ever did good.

His car pulled up on the dirt road and up the driveway. He turned off the car and grabbed his car keys and shoved them into his pocket and got out of the car and took a good look around breathing deeply in the fresh air. He closed the car door and went up to the house door and unlocked it. It was beautiful and comfortable and just…him. 

Over a course of a few weeks he enjoyed unpacking and settling his things into the house that he carried from the academy into place. He had to go to furniture stores to get items and it was an odd new adjustment being able to buy his own furniture that he liked. It overwhelmed it at one point and he couldn't even get through the door before he turned around and went back into the car and left to go home.

After a day he got to the furniture store and gave himself a pep talk before going into the store. He had to or he might break down. Once he got in he found it wasn't as scary as he thought. His house now was full of the items he liked and the decor he wanted. He wont show it but he was very proud of himself. He rewarded himself by going to a nice cafe in the nearest town and getting a chocolate croissant. 

After he had his house finished and furnished it the way he wanted he busied himself with things outside. Watering plants he bought from a nearby garden center or starting up a vegetable garden behind the house. He found that he did not have the greenest thumb out there. In the apocalypse the ground was dry as hell and all the water he got or found mattered and not meant to be wasted. 

He was really trying to grow vegetables which he did a lot of reading up on. He got okay with it but it was only a little bit where he would find a good cucumber or good tomato. 

Soon though loneliness began to creep up. Don't get him wrong, he loved his home. He loved that he could walk out onto the porch and find fresh air and beautiful clear skies but he didn’t talk to many people out there. He got himself caught up in his own business and things to be done that he didn't think to make friends. 

One morning he woke up and he felt a shift in the air and this time it wasnt a sinking feeling of impending doom. It was the feeling of something new was bound to happen. He tried not to get his hopes up. He sat up and looked at the clock to find that it was 11:25 am. His schedule was out of whack. Too many late nights leading to too late of waking. 

He went out of his room and into the kitchen immediately going to the coffee machine. He waited and listened to the coffee machine dripping coffee into the cup. He had gotten one of those fancy coffee machines for that decent cup of coffee he has long desired for. He looked around at the same four walls he remembered well now. The same floor and ceiling and same window placement. The silence that came with it was buzzing in his ears next to the same sound of the coffee machine. He sighed and closed his eyes, his head falling back against the wall. That feeling of loneliness close to pulling him under. 

Suddenly from outside on the front porch landed a white wild dove on the railing. It made its call snapping five out of his lonely daze and made him look to the open window where the dove was. Just then on the dirt path outside a beautiful woman on a bike peddled by. Her dress skirt gently flowing as she peddled by. He was caught off guard for a minute cause he hasn't seen anyone come down that path except for occasional cars. The dove flew off the porch and towards her and landed on the ground making her gasp and suddenly stop her bike making her fly over the handlebars into the dirt. 

This put five into alarm. A protectiveness he didn’t understand came over him and he was out the door and down the porch and making his way to her “Miss are you alright?” 

[Your POV] 

You had gotten up and ready for the day. You had watered your plants and feed your chickens. You threw on a dress and was out the door and on your bike. You had headed down to a path that went into a clearing in the forest where you frequented on a occasion to get giant edible puffball mushrooms. Your basket on the front of the bike had two giant puffball mushroom all wrapped in red and white picnic cloth. You were on a happy high doing something you liked to do.

You had been alone in your cottage for a couple years. You busied yourself too much to actually ever face your loneliness. You made yourself busy enough so you didn't have to think about it. So you could fall asleep easily. 

You yourself moved out of the city too. You had a number of reasons as to why you moved out of the city. You've been living in a shitty one bed one bath living off of a convenience store wage. Your boyfriend, Marcus, at the time that was your highschool sweetheart had been unemployed and couldn’t hold a job if it depended on his life. The final straw with Marcus was when you came home from work and found him in bed with who you thought was your best friend for life. 

Once you questioned him after kicking your ex-best friend out if you found he has not only cheated with her in you guys own bed but with others including your own sister, trisha. You kicked him out of your apartment. You tried blind dating for a while. Some girls, some guys some theys but none ever turned serious. You were behind on rent and your boss kept riding your ass to do a better job. 

The final straw was the day after a particularly bad date and your boss called you into his office and said he can raise your pay if you on the occasion give him a little “Stress relief” he liked to call it. You immediately quit the job on the spot. You were not about to stay in a toxic work environment and on top of that deal with a creepy boss who makes the environment toxic. There was no way in hell. 

You got home setting your purse on the table a little too hard for your liking. You didn't have much to eat in the fridge other than some boxed pre cooked pasta from the store. You got that started up. You saw your mail box keys on the counter next to the microwave . You realized you haven't checked your mail in a long time. God the mailman must hate you. 

You took your keys and just like the day decided it was gonna get worse it was pouring rain. And when you say pouring you meant that in the lightest way possible. It was thundering and the tree’s were shaking. You quickly got to the mailbox and opened it up and no surprise was there a heaping pile of mail in the box. You quickly went to the staircase. The winds picking up even more, almost knocking you on your ass. you held onto the railing and made it down the hall, the wind whipping as you protected your mail. As you walk by a door a neighbor came out, a nice old lady peeked her head out almost in a panic

“What are you doing out here girl?!” she called out to almost inaudible over the wind

you looked at her holding your mail against your chest “I had to get my mail! What's going on?!” 

the old lady called over the wind again “It's a tornado baby! They just called it over the news!”

well no wonder you didn't know. you don't listen to the news. you looked out and in the far off distance you saw it swirling.

The old lady waved her hand trying to usher you inside “Come on baby come on!”

you hurried to her apartment where she led you to the bathroom where you and her got to her closet. The wind howled and yelled. You could hear that the front door to her apartment was blown open. The old lady soon said they were in the clear cause she was the only one with a phone. You stepped out of the closet thanking the old lady over and over. Until you went home seeing the damage outside hell even a car was flipped over. 

You got to your apartment and you went to your kitchen in a daze and ate your now cooked pasta. you got ready for bed and once you sat down on your bed you broke down crying. Today has been a shitty fucking day you needed to cry it out. You cried yourself to sleep. When you woke up you headed to the kitchen and made coffee. You watched as the coffee dripped into the pot and you looked at your mail and picked it up going through it until you got a letter from..your grandma? you haven't heard from her for almost a while

You tore that open and read the letter. Your grandma died and she passed you on the cottage she lived in along with her money. 

So that's how you got here. Your grandma died and passed you on to her home and money. You mourned and uprooted your life to live there. You got your income by growing vegetables, fruits and herbs from the garden and selling half to the market in town. 

Now here you are. You fell over your bike and your puffballs on the ground, your bike on its side and you with a couple cuts. You did not feel alright to say the least. “Yeah, i got a few cuts but i think i'm alright”

You saw him approach. He helped you up and looked at your scraped up palms “That dove got in the way, scared me good”

he nodded as he looked down at your scraped up bloody knees “Yeah he did. Jesus christ that doesn't look good”

you looked down to your own knee’s seeing that he was right. They did not look good. “Yeah no they didn't.”

He offered to help patch you up which you were gonna protest but he insisted. He didn't give off the vibe as someone who wanted to kill you. You needed some sort of interaction anyway so you agreed.

He took you inside and to his bathroom to get your knees and palms all fixed up. He sprayed antibacterial on the cuts and bandaged them up. You were grateful and thanked him

It was silent for a minute as yall moved to his kitchen where he prepared coffee for you. The light dripping noise could be heard along with deafening silence. It didn't bother you too much since you’ve gotten used to it after being alone for so many years. Five finally broke the silence.

“So where’d you come from? I’ve never seen you before.” he said as he got some creamer out, holding it up silently asking if you wanted creamer. 

You nodded and spoke as he added creamer “I live down the road near the forested area”

he looked to you confused as he set the coffee cup down in front of you and sat across from you “You live down there? But I've driven a bunch of times and I've never seen a house by the wooded area.”

you smiled “When you come up on the fork in the road do you go past the bridge or have you been taking the other way?”

His eyes widened and he chuckled “I'm assuming you live past the bridge?”

you sipped your coffee “Yes i live past the bridge”

you and him laugh for a second till you both calm into a silence that this time wasn't so awkward. It was oddly comfortable for two people that just met. 

Eventually you and him went back outside to pick up your bike and mushrooms. He had picked up one of them and looking at them with intrigue

“Jesus what the hell are these things?” he said turning the giant puffball in his hands

you turned to him as you picked up your bike off the ground “Its giant puffball mushrooms. They're edible if you know what to look for.” 

He nodded and set them in your basket. You got onto your bike balancing yourself so as to not fall “Thank you for patching me up. I really appreciate it.”

He nodded and smiled softly, those dimples softly showing on his cheeks that gave him this boyish charm “Yeah i couldn't just leave you there a crumple of limbs. The least I could do was fix you up.”

You nodded and looked down the dirt path where your home is and back to him “How come I've never seen you around?” 

He sighed “I just moved in a few weeks ago. I've been busy setting up my house and garden. I only had a few items to my name at the time”

You nodded. You could sorta relate. A lot of your items were taken by Marcus, your ex, when you kicked him out that he thought he was entitled to. You didn't have a lot of money with minimum wage so you didn't buy your items back. At the time you sometimes wonder why you didn't call the police to get your items back. You guess you just wanted to cut him from your life entirely. 

Five looked you over. You were very pretty. Your floral dress hugged you just right but the skirt was flowy so it gently lapped in the wind when you rode your bike or on a breezy day. The dress was a little ruined by dirt stains when you fell off your bike but surely it would come out easily. He thought back to how alone he is. How cut off he was. Sure he liked his retirement but he has been alone for 45 years and that was enough for him. He liked his privacy but he needed people too. Before he could even think he blurted out “Maybe we can talk some other time, hang out or something you know?” 

He felt stupid just as he said it. He felt embarrassed and desperate.

You looked at him and thought for a moment. You thought about how alone you were in your own cottage. It was lovely to live in it and go about your hobbies and daily tasks but you were alone. You immediately pushed the thought away. You didn't wanna think about it. “I guess you can come around if you want” you tried to sound indifferent at the thought of him coming around but something in you almost begged for him to come around.

He felt a sort of tug at him telling him despite the slight indifference in your tone that you wanted him around. He didnt wanna intrude but you did say he could come around “yeah…yeah…”

There was an awkward silence after a while until you got onto your bike properly “well ill see you around, five.”

“Yeah yeah you too” he watched you pedal away down the dirt path. A small kick up of dirt and dust trailing behind you. His eyes wouldn't allow him to look away until she was physically not able to be seen. His heart did a soft pitter patter in his chest. He couldn't understand this pull he had to you but it was undeniable. He made his way back up onto his porch and inside his home. He went and sat down at his table across from where you used to sit. He sighed and sipped his minimal but now cold coffee. He looked over and saw in your spot where you sat was a silver necklace that had a locket on it. He picked it up and examined it. He certainly did not own a necklace so it must be yours. Now he had an excuse to go to your place.

For a few days he procrastinated. His nerves getting the best of him. He knew you probably missed it. He eventually gathered his nerves and went into his car and drove down the dirt road. He was gonna give up at some point until he remembered to go past the bridge. He carefully passed the rickety bridge and went down the road until he came upon the cottage on the edge of the forest. It was very beautiful. It had a nice fence around it with a gate and stepping stones that led to the door. Vines growing up the walls and rose bushes along the edge of the fence. There was a line for drying cloth and items. On the side of the house was a garden box and on the other was a chicken coop. Some of the chickens were out doing what chickens do. His eyes went soft. It was nice and felt comfy.

He parked the car outside the cottage and got out, locket in hand. He was pulled from his thoughts when he saw you coming out from behind the house holding a feisty chicken and carrying it back to the chicken coop. He could hear you scolding the chicken. 

“Damn it ginger! I’ve told you multiple times you cant be going out of the yard like that. This isn't like chicken run. I'm not going to make you into pot pies!” you put her back down in the general area of the coop and sighed and petted her “what am i gonna do with you, girl?”

He chuckled softly at the sight and he looked at the locket in hand and he finally approached gently opening the gate and stopping next to you. He cleared his throat causing you to look up at him. He looked a little awkward, his free hand scratching the back of it. “Hey”

“Hey” you stood up looking at him “I didn't think you’d actually come around” 

He chuckled “Yeah. i…i had to.” he held up the locket “You left this at my place” and handed it to you

your eyes widened and you gasped “oh my god i thought i lost it forever! Where was it?” and she took it from him looking at the locket

“It was at the table when you left. I completely forgot to bring it to you” he knew he shouldn’t have lied and fessed up that he was scared and nervous as all hell. 

You looked at him “thank you, it's very important to me.”

“If you don't mind me asking why’s it important to you?” 

You looked up at him away from the locket “It was my grandma. She wore it all the time. It used to have a picture of her and grandpa in it but when she died she gave it to me.” you looked back down at the locket. “She didnt like a lot of the family but she loved me a lot. A lot of our family was not exactly great people and a lot of them wanted the cottage because it is worth a lot. She didn't want it to be sold and she knew none of them were gonna ever listen so she passed it to me. I'm glad she did. I loved this place just like she did” you were silent for a minute you felt stupid cause how desperate were you for someone to be around and to confide in that you told your business to a complete stranger “i'm sorry i started rambling i-” you looked up at him and where shocked to find that he was staring at you adoringly and in wonder

He was so enamored with you at this point. Your eyes gave a sort of twinkle when you talked about your life and it made his heart pound. When you noticed the look you blushed softly, a little taken off guard by his look of adoration. “Wh-whats the look for?”

He shook his head, snapping himself out of it “nothing! I just think that you're…interesting.” That was the very least. The word he wanted to use was incredible. You were incredible to him and that was rare cause he has seen some incredible things in his time on this earth but you…you were something else new. Something new he wanted to experience all the time.

You swallowed hard. This feeling that you haven't experienced for a couple years was messing with you and you didn't want to let it go but you didnt wanna put yourself in that position either or give that idea. You steered the conversation in a completely different direction “Hey do you wanna come see my garden box? You mentioned back at your place that you were having some gardening issues. Maybe I can give you some tips?”

He nodded that he wanted that very much. He wanted to spend time with you some more. He was confused by you steering the conversation away but he wasn't gonna push it “yeah actually that would be greatly appreciated. If my garden could talk i think id get depression from the insults it would throw at me” 

You laughed a little and led him to the garden boxes. Once there he saw your garden full of fruits and vegetables of all kinds. Bell peppers of all colors and big tomatoes are just about ready to be plucked from their plant. Raspberry bushes are beautifully red and blueberries that you can smell right from the plant and so much more.

“Wow you have an amazing garden. Are you a natural at gardening or did you also have to do some trial and error?” he said whilst crouching down looking at your plants

“It took a lot of work, let me tell you but it was all worth it in the end” you smiled at him as he looked at your garden in both wonder but also seeming to analyze it trying to see what he had to do to make himself better. What made your garden tick?

You chuckled “do you want me to tell you how to make yours just as good?”

He looked at you “god please my garden is begging from here”

You smiled and led him to your shed in the back of your cottage. You opened it up and ushered him inside

“Your not gonna kill me and bury me in your garden as plant food right?” he joked

You laughed “what?! No!” you headed to a corner where a bag was “speaking of plant food this brand of fertilizer is really good for making your plants grow. It's also cheap.” 

He nodded and looked at you as you explained and talked to him about what was best for gardens and plants. You looked so in your element it was beautiful. His eyes never left you just staring. If he didnt believe in soulmates he sure as hell might now cause god he didnt wanna let you go even though you guys just met. It wouldn't be realistic if he said he was in love.

You were very aware of his eyes on you and it made you nervous. It made you sweat a little. Your heart patterning in your chest at a beat that you didn't want too. It wasn't helping that he looked so handsome. His style of clothing bordering between this odd mix of a young man in his 20’s and a old man who has lived a long life. It was odd but suit him so well. It was a style all him. 

After you guys talked about gardens you and him went inside. It was hot and you and he needed an ice cold drink. 

“Sit down anywhere i'll get you something to drink. What do you want? Water? lemonade? juice? i have a little whiskey my grandma kept for grandpa before he passed but considering your driving i really dont think thats a good idea” you looked over at him

he thought for a minute and before he could think he blurted out “I can stay the night” he felt stupid immediately once again

your eyes widened. You were a little shocked but everything in your body wants him to stay but your heart and mind battle on a constant. “Yeah…yeah. That sounds great”

he felt relief flood him. You got two glasses with ice and put some whiskey in the glass and brought them over and handed him a cup. He took a sip and his brow raised “Oh that's pretty good. Your grandpa had good taste”

you smiled and didn't sip the whiskey “Yeah it was his favorite brand. He drank a glass occasionally. Me personally i don't like whiskey”

he nodded “How come if you don't mind me asking?”

you smiled and looked at him away from the glass “I don’t exactly like drinking things that feel like gasoline in my throat”

He laughed at that. You and him talked for what felt like hours. You had only sipped the whiskey so as to not have your throat burn but as you got more and more into your system you got more tipsy. You and him ended up in the kitchen raiding your poor pantry for snacks.

After some time you guys were going to sleep. You chuckled. You both had a bit to drink.  a bit meaning a lot. Whatever grandpa drank was STRONG. You tried to push him to the guest bedroom laughing “Five you gotta sleep there!”

he shook his head “No no to hot!” he hiccuped and latched onto you “Ill…ill sleep in your room. I'm sure it's cooler” he said his O’s all drawn out and his best cool voice.

You and him ended up in your bedroom in the bed. you whined “It's too damn hot!” you went and pulled off your dress and went to your closet you looked at five “No peeking!!!”

he hiccuped and turned around “i'm not! I'm not!”

You ended up in shorts and a tank and crawling into bed. He pulled off his shirt and was laying next to you. He looked at you as you guys laid down. Even in his drunken mind there was this sense of peace being laid there with you. His eyes couldnt and wouldnt dare to leave you. Even in your drunkenness you were so pretty.

Little did he know next to him the same thoughts were running through her freely drunken mind. Her heart softly pounding in her chest slowly syncing to his own was the only thing she heard in her ears. His hair falling onto the pillow with grace and his soft but intense green eyes that were like piles of lush shrubbery. 

you and him were pulled to each other like a magnet, your drunken minds letting how you feel be open and up in the air. You both cuddled into each other despite having just complained of feeling hot. It felt better to feel hot than to be apart.

In the morning you and he woke with a pounding headache but both of you were sober now. You opened your eyes and looked over at him. You gasped and fell out the bed seeing him shirtless

he shot up in a panic “What?! what?!”

“What did we do last night?! you're shirtless!” you looked at him panicked. He looked at himself panicked and to you and he let out a sigh “Your clothed”

you looked at yourself and laid back on the floor letting out the biggest sigh of relief “Oh thank heavens!”

After the initial scare they got some coffee. I have a bad headache. She grabbed some ibuprofen and got glasses of water “Here. This is a must” 

he looked over and he made a sound of relief “Oh god you must be a personal angel”

you blushed and chuckled a little at that. You and him took the ibuprofen and downed a glass of water. you and him relaxed the rest of the day. You insist he stays so that he can rest up.

After that you and him were almost inseparable. You and him kept eachother company and made each other's lonely world brighter. You taught him the ways of gardening and keeping chickens and soon his garden was as gorgeous as yours. The thought of keeping him away to protect your heart was out the window faster than you could blink. You guys spent time together whether it was going out or staying at home. 

Today He came into your house. The door was unlocked. Nobody really visited you except for him so you didn't bother locking it. You looked over from the kitchen as you were sipping some lemonade you made 

“Are you still on for today?” you sipped your lemonade and watched him approach the kitchen

“Yeah yeah you already ready?” he looked down at your pretty blue dress and back at you

you nodded “Mhm. We’re taking the bikes instead of the car”

he smiled and leaned against the wall “Ah ah ah not so fast, princess, you forget you only have one bike”

you smirked “Incorrect, genius.”

He looked at you confused as you set your cup down and excitedly led him outside to your shed where you opened it up to reveal a new bike. His eyes widened. You got it for him.

Later you and him were flying down the path to the small town nearby. You laughed as he really got into his new bike. He looked at you and watched as you laughed, your hair whipping in the wind and your dress flowing softly with it. He could never look away if he wanted to.

Later you and him are in the grocery store. You're both in the baking aisle. You and him planned to make cookies together, a fun activity the two of you decided to do on a whim. The problem was you guys forgot the recipe back at the cottage.

You and him stood in front of the different extracts eyeing them up to see which kind the cookies were again.

He finally piped up “I think its classic vanilla”

you furrowed your brows looking to him “No i'm pretty sure its maple”

he scoffed “Than you should get your eyes checked”

your head snapped to his “my eyes?! you couldn't hardly see the chicken feed!”

“that was different!” he proclaimed 

“different? different how!?” you put your hands on your hips looking at him

“You hid them! You hid them in your stupid shed! he huffed

You little- It was right in front of your face!” you all but yelled

you and him throughout the store though it may seem like fighting but it was actually bickering and it was all playful. You and him had fun like this. You bickered and argued. You laughed and had fun together. 

Later when you guys got home you and him were baking the cookies together. You ended up in a flour fight after he got flour all over your shirt. 

“Damn it, five holds still!!” you laughed and dodged a pile of flour being hurled at you

“what? no! I'm not gonna stand there and let you cover me in flour!” he sputtered when he caught a facefull of flour. He counteracted with another handful

You dodged looking to where the pile landed which was all over your stove. You turned to him “Ha! you mi-“ wrong-o. He caught you in the face with flour

He was laughing. You laughed and got up to him and tried to pour flour down his shirt.

“No wait! agh!” he laughed and tried to keep away. He fell to the flour covered kitchen floor. He grabbed you trying to pull you down with him “If i go down you're going down!”

you laughed and tried to keep standing “No you evil bastard! no!!!” you ended up on the floor with him laughing and playfully wrestling until he rolled you over and had you on your back his hands pinning yours beside your head as he straddled you 

“Ha!”

you laughed and tried to struggle to try and pin him but it was no use. You huffed and looked up at him. It took you a few minutes to realize the position you both were in but when you realized what was going on your face grew hot and red. He seemed to notice what was going on and soon his face followed in pursuit. you both began to lean in close almost like you were pulled by a magnet telling you to close the distance. your mouth began to feel dry and your heart was running too fast for your liking. Five's heart was screaming at him to close the distance, take your lips with his. Your lips a hair away about to touch.

It was interrupted by a certain smell. No it wasn't yours or his breath. It smelt like…burning? you looked at him with knitted brows “Do you smell that?”

he lifted his head and sniffed at the air “Yeah what the hell is that actually” 

your eyes widen and look over the stove. You and him had put butter in a sauce pan to brown for the cookies. Flour got into the stove and so the stove was up in flames. “OUR KITCHEN!”

he looked up “Oh shit!” he got up off of you. He was with you frantically searching for something to smother the fire. He tried to ignore his heart that stuttered when you said our. 

“Baking soda! where's my baking soda!”

he scrambled around “Isn't it usually in the cupboard?!” 

you opened it and grabbed it and dumped it on the flames making the flames go down and extinguish. 

you and him were left in a silence just processing until he began to laugh. You looked at him. His face scrunched in laughter. Joy present across his face. She blushed at his beautiful face until she began to laugh with him.

Later in the day when it was dark he stepped out of the cottage. He turned to you “I had a lot of fun baking with you today, y/n” 

you smiled and stepped out onto the porch with him “I did too, five. We should do it again sometime”

he smiled back “Yeah” he noticed a streak of flour still on your cheek. You and him had washed up after the flour fight. You must’ve caught a stray streak. his hand came to your cheek and held it, his thumb wiping away the flour “There we go, all better.”

you kept your gaze on him. You and his hearts raced as one. His face leaned closer to yours tilting lightly. “can…can i?”

you swallowed “yes” you softly said. 

His breathing turned to soft pants. His body after all this time was screaming to take you but he had to be sure “Are…are you sure? i want you to be sure”

you quickly nodded, taking his other hand into yours “Please…” 

with that his lips met yours. Your lips moving in time with his. When lips parted your tongue met each other in a gentle dance. Soft moans of delight, desire, wanting and pleasure filled the space of the porch. 

you gently backed up onto the wood railing of the porch letting yourself be trapped in. His free hand going to the wood railing to keep you in. your arms traveled around his neck as you kissed him back. It slowly got more heated and the kissing became more desperate. His hands went to your waist pulling you closer to him. He backed up back to the door of your cottage and reluctantly pulled one hand away and opened it up. His hands flew to go back to your waist.

Once inside he was quickly bringing you to the bedroom where he laid you down his kisses going to your neck which had you moaning. Your hands went into his hair tangling in the beautiful chocolate locks. one of his hands traveled from your waist to your leg gently hoisting it up around his own hips encouraging you to wrap them around him which you happily obliged in pulling him closer. 

Throughout the night his hands traced your body commiting you to memory. His lips touched every piece of skin he could have. His words were honeyed and full of praise and I love you’s. You eagerly returned your words whispering your devotion and love to him. Your own hands traced his body going under his shirt to feel him. Your own lips connected with his neck returning hickies he placed upon you. 

Panting and soft moaning was the soundtrack of the night. 

In the morning the sun poked in through the curtains. Your eyes opened softly and you looked over to five to find that he was also up. He smiled and rolled over to look at you “Goodmorning, baby”

you smiled and looked up at him “Goodmorning, handsome.” he leaned down and kissed you sweetly which you happily returned. 

You and him went to the kitchen to get coffee and make breakfast. As you made coffee he came up from behind and wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck

you smiled closing your eyes leaning back into him enjoying his comfort as he peppered chaste kisses on your neck. 

For a long time you guys' relationship went steady. It was going well. Nights and days full of love, trust, care, comfort and companionship. Until one day one event will shake the very foundation of your relationship. 

Five were out at the store getting an ingredient you guys forgot to get for the meal that was being prepped tonight. Once he got the item he needed he headed to the checkout but stopped when he saw the flower display case. He smiled and headed over. He picked up a bouquet arrangement that had beautiful orange, red and purple flowers in them. They smelled sweet and fresh and he knew he had to get them for you.

He checked out and headed home. The entire time there was this gut feeling that kept arising like something was wrong. He tried to chalk it up to nerves but it got worse. He picked up speed in the legal limit he could go. 

Once he got there he noticed a car out front he didnt recognize. He also noticed the front door cracked open. Suddenly in his mind the bouquet he got you looked like funeral flowers. He felt like he wanted to puke. He quickly parked the car and got out hearing sounds of a struggle inside. He ran into the house to find you trying to keep away from none other than your ex marcus.

When you left Marcus after he cheated he started to spiral because he couldn't support himself and he had no one else to take care of him but you for the longest time did. He regretted his choice and became obsessed with you. He found your place of residence and came to see you.

Five were stunned for a minute. One side of your shirt was ripped revealing one side of your bra. His vision went red when he saw Marcus grab you. He was by your side in seconds yanking Marcus off you and slamming him into a wall causing a crack in the plaster. “DONT YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH HER AGAIN!!!”

Marcus was scared shitless he wasn’t expecting that you had a new lover. When Marcus tried to struggle to get to you five did not hesitate to beat the shit out of him just till he could no longer move until the cops arrived. 

Once the cops arrived and did some questioning and all that other stuff they arrested marcus. 

He held you close whispering that you're safe and it's gonna be okay as you cried into his shoulder. 

Later that night you were on the front porch just looking out at the night time as the fireflies lit up in different colors. Five came out  gently closing the door so as to not scare you. He came up next to you leaning on the railing.

“How are you feeling baby?”

you didn't answer for a minute until a single tear fell down your cheek “I'm so sorry five. I shouldn't have opened the door i-“

he cut you off. He gently took your hand turning you to him holding your face between both his hands now “Don't you apologize for what he did. You didnt know he was there. You didn't know that he would break in and try to harm you. You didn't know he would trash the place. My love don't you apologize”

tears filled your eyes once more as you looked into his sincere ones. You held him close and buried your face into his chest. He wrapped you up in his embrace and led you inside. 

After a few days you were still jumpy after what happened but you got better. You were just lucky that Marcus never got to actually do anything to you. Five was there the whole time and soon you were back to your normal self. 

His beautiful girl was smiling as wide as she always did, your laugh was making his heart burn brighter and you even simply being there next to him made his love grow fonder.

>Fast forward a couple years<

You and him rode your bikes to a clearing in the forest. Your bike baskets full of Giant puffball mushrooms to take home. On both your fingers sat beautiful engagement rings. You and him laughed and played around within the clearing until you decided to go back home as the sunset created an orange sky up above. You rode out of the clearing down the dirt path through the forest. 

In the tree above you as you both passed by was the Dove. It made its coo and took flight to your house, ready to watch over a great love. 

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Hi guys! this one took me a while but i got it! more stories are on the way! i love you be safe put there 💋 😘