#it’s raining and night time and im driving home

[annebaby]

SAFE PLACE

hello everyone! i am back :) i have recently fell down the kate martin hole ( if you couldnt tell already) and decided to write. i have been working super hard in clinics and classes since you last heard from me, so i hope this isn't too rusty! love you guys!

warning: fingering (r receiving), oral (r receiving), making out, nipple play

i think that's it? let me know!

my divider is from here!

as i sat in my car with tears rolling down my face, i didn’t know who to call. the rain was pouring, a perfect parallel to the emotions flowing through my body. my vision blurred and my tears welled just thinking about it.

i had just been on a date. needless to say, it did not go well. i had been continuously let down by every man i deemed well enough for my attention. i guess i was just bad at picking ‘em out. 

it always ended the same way.

“wanna come to my place?”

“dtf?” 

“ohhh cmon. don’t be a prude.”

i couldn’t even gather my thoughts about the night as i scrolled through my contacts list. i was searching for somebody - anybody- that could provide me with any sort of comfort. however, i knew there was only one person who could make me feel better. 

kate martin. 

as much as i hated to say it, the girl had a comforting aura around her. something about her just drew me in every single time. imagine a bee to a flower or a moth to a flame - that was kate and me. 

our past was patchy, the ups and downs of our so-called “friendship” had blurred the lines for boundaries too easily. whether we’d end up making out, staying over, or doing much worse, each time would end with one of us being heartbroken. 

but i didn’t care right now. 

i needed her scent and her eyes. i needed her hands and i needed her mouth. 

i needed kate. 

my fingertips scrolled relentlessly to the bottom of my text messages, finding the abandoned chat from a month or two ago. 

tears splattered on my phone as i pressed the call button and brought it to my ear. 

it rang once. 

it rang twice. 

it rang three times.

“hello?” kate answers. 

“hey. kate im so sorry for calling you but i-,“ i stopped as tears continued to flow down my face. 

“you know my address. just come on over. it’s just me here.”

god kate, i could kiss you. 

“thank you,” i whispered. 

i hung up the phone and placed my forehead on the steering wheel. thoughts of another night with kate kept creeping into my mind. the good ones and the bad ones. 

nonetheless, i put my car and drive and headed her way. 

every time i thought the tears were done, another pool of them welled in my eyes. every time i thought about my past few dates, my heart felt a pang of sadness. 

i tried to push the tears and thoughts away as i reach kate’s apartment door, but my pathetically light knocking reminded me of how sad i really was. 

i stood in front of her door for a few seconds, trying to keep it together until i was in the comfort of her home. 

i heard the lock clicking and the door opened. kate stood there, worry filling her eyes and her face full of pity. 

i looked up at her, letting the tears fall down my cheeks as she pulled me into her apartment and engulfed me in a hug. her arms squeezed around my waist as mine wrapped around the back of her neck. i cried into her, tears staining her iowa t shirt. 

“im so sorry for calling you,” i sobbed, backing out of her embrace. i wiped my eyes with my hands, trying any attempt to get rid of the nonstop tears. 

“i know we said we’d never do this again. i’m so sorry i just didn’t know who else to call-“ i was cut short as kate held my face and gently kissed me. 

i placed my hands on her waist, my body savoring everything about her. the kiss was soft and sweet, full of love. there was no hunger or sinister desire about it - just pure comfort and affection. 

my eyes fluttered open as she moved back, her thumb wiping a falling tear off my cheek. 

she gently smiled and looked at me with her bright blue eyes. 

“you and i both know that we need each other more than we let on,” she said, sighing. 

i leaned into her hand, my heart finally feeling at ease. she stroked my face with her thumb before pulling me into another hug and kissing me lovingly on my head. 

she led me over to her couch with her hand on the small of my back. 

“before i ask you to be my girlfriend, tell me all about the horrible date you went on.”

i paused, stopping in my tracks. kate turned me to face her, her hands moving to my hips. she smiled at me before speaking again. 

“i know things have been rough between us ; on both ends.” 

her hands move to cup my face as she brings me closer. 

“but i cant seem to get you off my mind. ever.”

now, i seemed to notice how good she looked. her hair was down, her eyes wide as she stared into my own. 

i smiled up at her as tears kept falling from my eyes. she leaned in slowly and kissed me. the kiss was sweet. it was filled with love and care and tenderness, everything she felt in her heart. 

all for me. 

i kissed her back slowly, feeling the despair and sadness in my heart melt away. she was so warm, so comforting. her fingers slid into the back of my jean pockets as she breathed in through her nose. 

my hands hesitantly wrapped around her neck, tangling in the roots of her hair. 

then suddenly, she was everywhere. gripping my ass, attacking my mouth with her tongue and pulling my body impossibly closer to her. 

i broke the kiss quickly, looking at her wide-eyed. was this really something that we should be doing? 

i pushed the thought out of my head hurriedly, the impulsiveness of her actions sending heat straight between my legs. then, she leaned down and began to kiss me again. she gently put her hands on my waist and backed me into her room.

she flipped me around and pressed me against the door-shutting it. her hands were traveling everywhere fast. she was on my waist, my breasts, my ass, etc. you name it and she was there. 

i gasped out quietly as she began to leave sloppy kisses on my neck. i leaned my neck back, allowing her more access. she grinned against my skin.

“no man,-” she panted.

“will ever,-” she said, her fingers tugging on the bottom seam of my shirt. she leans in to continue kissing me.

she pulls my shirt off smoothly, her fingers digging into the exposed skin on my waist,

“make you-“ she kisses me again.

“feel like-“

her hands reach around to the clasps of my bra, her mouth moving to my neck. 

she takes my bra off effortlessly, the material falling to her floor along with my shirt.

‘-this.” 

her eyes travel down to my breasts. 

i reach for her shirt seam as well pulling it over her head, i notice her sports bra and her toned abdomen. my fingertips trace up the sides of her body and swear i felt my mouth watering. 

as if something snapped in me, i push kate’s shoulders until her legs hit her bed and she sits down. i crawl on top of her, sitting in her lap. 

“you’re so pretty, kate,” i whisper.

she smiles and brings her hand to the back of my head, pulling my lips to hers. 

i open my mouth invitedly, her tongue slipping in and fighting for dominance with my own. the fight for control caused kate to moan in my mouth. her hips buck up against mine, the friction causing me to tug on her hair.

“you like that?” she whispers against my lips. our noses touch and i open my eyes, looking straight at her. i nod my head frantically, encouraging her to keep going. her hands grip my hips, holding me down against her thigh. she starts to move my body back and forth, grinding my body against her thigh.

the friction is enough to make me throw my head back, and i feel her grip me tighter. 

“god you’re so perfect,” she whispers. then, she stands up and switches us so she’s on top of me. 

she’s quickly unbuttoning my jeans, wasting no time on teasing. 

“damn, kate. are you excited or what?” i ask, laughing. 

she looks up at me, staring me in my eyes. 

“i haven’t tasted you in months.”

i don’t respond, instead i lift my hips up so she can pull down my jeans and underwear. im completely naked under her, something she’s admitted she likes before.

she crawls up my body, my legs parting and wrapping around her as she leans down to kiss my breasts. she kitten licks one of my nipples, her other hand harshly groping the other breast. my back arches due to the pleasure, a pornographic moan escaping my lips. 

i feel her teeth slightly graze my nipple again before she switches sides. i can practically feel myself pooling between my legs. 

she slowly licks down my torso, stopping to give me kisses on my inner thighs. i can tell she’s leaving hickeys, another thing she likes to do. 

“kate stop it,” i plead. i needed her now. 

my hips bucked upwards, her hands aggressively holding me down as she placed a singular kiss on my pubic bone, then another on the spot where i needed her most. 

i look down at her, her blue eyes already staring into mine. her tongue darted out, hardly grazing me.

i snap my head back, my thighs subconsciously trapping her head. 

then, she moves one of her hands from around my thighs, and she slips a finger into me. 

before i can even make a sound, she begins to eat me out and fuck me with her finger at the same time, adding a second. 

i moaned her name, my face scrunching up with pleasure. 

“kate ohmygod,” i breathed.

she moved her head from side to side, my pleasure increasing tenfold - if that was even possible. 

she took my ankles and set them both on her shoulders, pulling me closer against her in the process. i knew she could tell i was close. she started moving faster and curling her fingers inside of me.

“kate please,” i begged. i didn’t even know what i was asking for. she felt so good. 

i felt her hum against me, completely sending me over the edge. pleasure ripped through me as my stomach twitched as i came down from my high. her hands moved to my hips again, holding me down as she cleaned me up with her mouth. 

i stayed laying flat on her bed as she crawled on top of me. she took her fingers and placed them in my mouth. i sucked on them, tasting myself. 

she smiled wide and licked the mess off her lips.

“you wanna be my girlfriend?"

[lunajay33]

Waiting🖤

Summary: After decades of being alone without a love of his own he finally finds her in a gloomy town of forks, his brother Edward isn’t the only lucky one

Pairing: Emmett Cullen x f! Swan reader

Warning: angsty, fluffy sunshine Emmett

•Masterlist•

I never thought much about the future until suddenly the friends I adored most started relationships and left me in the past as if our friendship never even mattered, like their boyfriend was the most important thing

My sister and I use to be close as kids but when she moved away with our mom and rarely visited me and dad, who she regularly called Charlie, we grew apart leaving me feeling like I lost all my friends and my sister, after a while I grew depressed and I never wanted to leave the house, dad grew concerned and after many absent calls from school he allowed me to start home schooling myself and my grades have never been better

Most nights it was just me and Charlie some days I’d get the courage to go down to the reserve hang out on the beach with Leah, Seth and Jake, sometimes I’d go for hikes in the forest behind the house just to clear my head, but other than that I’d stay in my room listening to music, reading the books dad would bring home for me, and doing school work

That’s how life was for so many years, it was routine and it never bothered me and dad loved having me around, after Bella and mom left he was so broken and with my help, even as a little girl, I pulled him out of that deep dark hole and he became that Charlie that joked around and made me smile

But then dad got the call that Bella was moving back for the rest of highschool since mom would be traveling with Phil for baseball, hopeful that I could reconnect with my sister again

Dad and I picked out a new bed spread for her hoping she’d love it, and he even let me pick out a new book as a thank you for helping him out with getting everything ready for her arrival, after a few days it was time for dad to go pick Bella up from the airport in port angeles, I was a nervous wreck which was crazy I mean she’s my sister why should I be nervous

Finally the familiar sheriff cruiser pulled up in the drive way, I walked out the door with an umbrella quickly shuffling over to Bella to cover her from the rain knowing how she favoured the warm dry weather, complete opposite of me

“Welcome home Bella!” I smiled as we walked back inside as dad got her bags following closely behind

She shook off her coat and placed her little cactus down on the counter

“You’ve grown so much you’re a year younger but you’re already taller than me” she said as she hugged me

“Come on bells we’ll show you your room!” Dad said as he walked up the stairs with her bags

She settled in for the rest of the day until it was supper time, I set out the table and dished up our meal, dads game playing in the background as we ate

“So are you excited for school on Monday?” I asked

“Not really but atleast I’ll have you there”

“What? No im homeschooled remember”

“Well…..” dad drawled out

“Dad what did you do?” My heart was racing now at the implication

“I thought since Bella’s back now it would be good for you to get out there again, you need some experiences honey”

“But you know I have no one there, no one wants to be friends with me we’ve been over this”

“You might make new friends honey, give give it a chance for your old man” I sighed slumping back in my chair trying to wrap my head around having to socialize again

“Atleast you’ll be with me, dad said since your grades are so good you got bumped up a grade and can have some certain classes together, depending on our courses” that settled my anxiety a little

Bella and dad cleaned up from dinner as I sat out on the porch, in desperate need for fresh air to do its magic, only 2 more days and I’ll be back in a school again, who knows maybe some new kids have arrived and aren’t too set in their groups yet

Monday came quickly and I was a ball of nerves, I glanced in the mirror as made sure my hair was just the way I wanted, wearing a casual outfit, simple flared black leggings, a dark rich blue longsleeve with my old worn out dark brown carhartt jacket, quickly spraying my vanilla perfume

I walked down stairs to meet Bella in the kitchen, she grabbed an apple as she picked up her backpack from the table

“Are you ready to go?” She asked

“Almost can I make a tea quickly?” She nodded and I quickly wiped together a chai tea latte, grabbing my lunch from the fridge and meeting her in the truck dad had gotten for us but since I didn’t have my license, seeing as I never needed one before now, she would be driving us

The drive to school was calming, hearing the steady rain fall against the windshield, pulling into the parking lot everyone stared until we got out, I kept my eyes down as Bella led me to the schools main office

“Okay here’s your schedule, we have math together at the end of the day, the bells about to ring so I gotta head to world history are you good to find your way to chemistry?”

“Oh ummm yeah I’ll be fine”

“Okay see you at lunch” she smiled gently before she left down the hall

Looking at my schedule I memorized the room number hoping it wouldn’t be too hard to find, turning the corner I rammed into what felt like a brick wall, dropping my books I look infront of me to see the most beautiful guy I’ve ever seen, his eyes a golden amber, hair as dark as night and his skin as pale as snow

“Sorry about that, I haven’t seen you around before” he said soothingly as he handed me the books that had momentarily scattered the floor, not even realizing he had picked them up, too busy oogling him I suppose

“Oh yeah I’m just re-enrolling here again, just trying to find my class” he looked down at my schedule a striking smile adorning his face

“Come this way gorgeous, got the same class” walking along the mostly bare hallways I noticed his gentle glide, I’ve never seen such a…..well such a perfect human, obviously I was way out of my league if I could think he’d ever be interested in me, I mean I’m plain and simple what would he ever see in me, best I stay in my lane, but dad did want me to make friends so that couldn’t hurt….right?

We got to the classroom and the teacher assigned us to sit together, the class went by pretty boring, every now and then I’d take glances at Emmett and I swear he did the same but he was probably just looking at someone else, moments like this made me wish I was a beautiful as my sister, she never had a problem with guys wanting her, they basically drooled over her, even if she never acted on any offers she was still wanted

It felt like I was a living ghost most days, no one noticed me anywhere I’d go, a big reason I wanted to be homeschooled, now I’m thrown back into this miserable place, I’ll bet by lunch time Bella with have a table full of new friends while I sit alone, not even a second glance from anyone

Lunch time rolled around and as I entered the cafeteria I searched for Bella and just as I guessed she was surrounded with bright smiles, excited to get to know her, she glanced my way and I waved hoping she’d wave me over to sit but she just gave a half assed smile and got back to talking with her new friends, I felt my heart rip at that, thinking things would be different this time with her here but I guess I was wrong

I found an empty table near the windows and made myself comfortable for another lonely lunch, I pulled out my bag from my backpack but my appetite was lost and I had no desire to eat so I just pushed my lunch to the side and looked out the window just wanting to go home

{Emmett’s POV}

I couldn’t get her out of my head, she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and her blood sings to me, when she bumped into me in the hallway I felt my whole world shift, she didn’t talk much but just being near her felt right

Lunch came, my least favourite part of the day, having to pretend for an hour, I glanced around the cafeteria hoping to catch a glimpse of my mate again, my eyes landed on her sat alone looking glum a few tables down, the others followed my gaze and smiled knowingly

“Who’s she?” Rosalie asked

“I think she’s my mate”

“Her thoughts are overwhelming loud” Edward stated

“What do you mean?” I asked nervously

“She’s not the happiest girl, I can hear how depressed she is, how unwanted she feels”

“I can feel how broken her heart is” Jasper added

This has to be the worst feeling knowing the one I’m suppose to love unconditionally and she is quite perfect in my eyes, has been broken and feels unloved

I got up from the table and made my way to her sliding in the seat across from her, her eyes were so glazed over with sadness she didn’t even realize I sat down

{Normal pov}

“So how’s your first day?” I jumped snapping out of my thoughts noticing Emmett is sat across from me

“Oh sorry I didn’t see you, ummm today has been fine I guess, thanks again for helping me earlier”

“It’s not problem, umm I was wondering maybe if you’re not too busy this weekend if you’d wanna hang out?” My heart raced at this

“Really? You wanna hang out with me?”

“Yeah of course, who would wanna spend time with the most beautiful girl in the school” his smile warmed my heart but quickly faded at a realization

“Is this a prank, because if it is it’s cruel” I said as my bottom lip wobbled

“No what? I would never do something like that I really wanna get to know you, so how about after school on Friday I’ll meet you in the parking lot and we can go do something?”

“Okay……sure id really like that” his face beamed with excitement

“Perfect it’s a date then gorgeous”

This felt surreal there’s no way there wasn’t a catch here, how could someone wanna spend their free time with me, but like Charlie said it doesn’t hurt to try, I just hope this doesn’t break my heart more

Part 2

[nofingjustaninchident]

just a little drunk - hoo boys

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content: percy jackson, leo valdez, jason grace and frank zhang x drunk!reader, best friends to lovers

warnings: mortal!au, alcohol consumption, dirty jokes, weed consumption, probably cursing.

a/n: i just discovered that i have a massive problem with writing. i literally took half an hour (at least) to write EACH one of those. terrible. just terrible. but i swear im trying to write more, it’s just cause i don’t have much creativity to write 😭

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now playing… party in the USA - miley cyrus

Percy Jackson

He was at the party. Of course he was at the party. Everyone says a party without Percy Jackson is not a party. But he was the DD of the night, so he was completely sober - which was a hard task for the party king.

That, until he saw you. On top of a table. Striping down- wait. Striping down?! Jesus Christ, he left you alone for five minutes- oh, you’re taking your shirt off.

Of course there’s a bunch of assholes standing there, telling you to keep going and screaming obscenities at you. But Percy didn’t have the time to be mad right now, he was too focused on you.

If he got there one second late, he and everyone else in that room would see the black lacy bra you was wearing, but thank goodness he got there before you did it.

“Alright, that’s enough for today, isn’t it, sweetheart?” He said, hugging you from behind and taking a very giggly you off the table. All the boys in the room started ‘booh’ing him, and he just flipped him the finger.

“Perce! I was having funnn!!” You complained, your words sloppy and smudgy as he basically dragged you back to his SUV. He just rolled his eyes and chuckled slightly.

“Y/n/n, you were about to strip in front of a lot of people. I’m sure you’d kill me tomorrow if i let that happen.” He said as he pushed you onto the car and pulled the seat down so you could lay against it.

“Hmm.. Yeah, i’d probably do that.” She said, the smile never leaving her face as she started mumbling random words.

He closed the door and walked towards the driver’s seat. He knew he couldn’t drive you back to his house now, since he had to wait for his friends, so he just turned the air conditioning on and pulled a blanket over you shoulders.

“Sleep for a little. I’ll take you to my home, hm? I’ll take care of you.” He said, taking the loose strands of hair off your face. You were just so pretty it was unbearable.

“Fine.. Thanks, Percy.” She said and drifted off to slumber.

After a few minutes of watching you sleep, he remembered that you’d hate to sleep with make up on, so he looked into the glove compartment and- aha! Of course you had left a few of your wet wipes there.

He started softly running the cloth against your face, cleaning it. When he was finally over, he kissed your nose slightly and smiled to himself, waiting for his friends so he could drive you home aswell.

Jason Grace

He was sleeping, as any normal person would at 2 am. But he was a light sleeper, and he woke up suddenly with his phone raining in his nightstand. He groaned and searched for both his glasses and the phone so he could see who was calling him so late in the night.

When he looked at the phone screen, he frowned in confusion. Why was Kayla calling him, out of nowhere? She usually didn’t call him, unless-

“Kayla?” He said as he picked up the phone, sitting in his bed and rubbing his eyes so he could try and forget the sleepiness that was threatening to win him over.

“Hey, Jason.. uh… i’m sorry for waking you up but, uh… i’m in a party with y/n-“ Y/n and parties? Never ever a good combination. “-And she doesn’t accept to go home unless it’s with you. She’s… drunk. Maybe high, too. Can you pick her up?”

Oh boy, he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to do that. “I’m on my way. Just… send me the address and i be there as soon as possible.”

“Fine- shut up, y/n! Stay here, no-“ And then the call was over.

My god, he thought, what’s she gotten herself into this time?

Kayla sent him the adress and he got into his car - a Lambo, gift from his absent father trying to make up for it - and got in the place the party was happening in less than ten minutes.

The first thing he noticed was the loud noise in the party. The second was you, laid down and making a snow angel in the grass. Funny sight.

“Y/n/n? My god, what in hell are you-“ He got cut off with you getting up and jumping on his arms, hugging him.

“Jase! I didn’t think you’d come!” You said, smiling brightly at your best friend. “Come on, let’s go to the party!”

You tried pulling his hand towards the house, but you weren’t already the strongest while sober, and drunk… e didn’t even flinch.

“No, honey, im taking you back to your house. You got enough drinking for today.” He said, pulling you by the waist towards him and placing you inside the car as you tried your hardest to get back to the party.

“As, come on! Buzzkill!” You whined, crossing your arms and pouting at him.

“Come on, i’ll buy you a slushee. What’d you think?” He asked. You immediately smiled. Drunk you was a very easily distracted person.

“Fine. But we’ll talk about that tomorrow.” He said, squeezing her shoulder softly as he drove towards the gas station.

“Whatever you say. Buzzkill.”

Leo Valdez

He was home watching a dumb tv show. He didn’t really bother with sleeping, since he knew his best friend was going to a party. And you plus party equals to a very drunk mess.

So when he finally got a call, he already knew it was you. It happens that he was right.

“Yes, cariño?” He asked, a smile plastered on his lips as soon as he heard your drunk giggles.

“Can you pick me up, fireboy?” You asked, your voice groggy and smudgy. But he knew it would probably be like that, so he was already expecting it.

“Course i can. Send me the address and i’m on my way.”

“Fine. Bye Valdeeezzzz..” You said before hanging up the phone with giggles and smiles.

He got where you were and you were being supported by one of your friends, who seemed pretty annoyed with the drunk version of you, all smiley and clingy to anyone around.

“Oh, thank god you’re here. I can’t stand her anymore.” Your friend said before basically dragging you towards the boy. “She’s all yours now.”

You were all smiles as you held Leo’s neck and pulled him close to you. “Leooooo! I missd’ ya!”

“Hey, cariño. You’re kinda drunk, aren’t you?” He asked before supporting your weight and taking you towards his car.

“What? Me? Nooo…” You said, giggling. You clearly smelled like pure alcohol.

“Sure you aren’t. Get in there, i’m taking you home.” He said, opening the passanger’s seat for you and placing you inside.

He put on your seat belt and kissed you forehead before walking towards the driver’s seat.

When he got inside the car, you were almost completely dozed off in sleep, trying your hardest to stay awake. He chuckled and turned the air conditioning on so you could rest more comfortably.

“Sleep, y/n/n. I’ll call you when we get home.” He said, the smile never leaving his lips.

Franz Zhang

He’s dead worried that you haven’t gotten home yet. Of course he didn’t knew where you were, cause you didn’t tell him.

Come on, you knew that, if you did tell him, he’d try to stop you.

So why bother?

You were having fun. A really, really good time. That was until your best friend came by with a weird cocktail, which was nothing more than a mix of different types of alcohol and syrup. Really fun.

And that’s when you got drunk and wobbly and you just had to call Frank. Common drunk mistake, isn’t it?

He picked up on the third ring.

“Y/n? My god, are you okay?” He asked, his voice laced with concern. He was so worried about you, cause you weren’t home and you didn’t pick up the phone and just called him out of the blue.

“Frankie!” You said and he could hear the smile in your voice. His concern only grew once he realized you were drunk.

“Y/n, where are you? I’m going to pick you up.” He said, already getting up with the car and house keys in his hand.

“I’m at Louis’ house! We’re having a birthday party!” You said, giggling and smiling brightly at absolutely nothing.

“Fine, i’ll… i’ll be there in ten. Just… don’t do anything stupid, and wait for me, outside the house. Don’t drink anything else and please, for the heavens sake, don’t do drugs.” He pleaded.

“I’m not- Frankie! I’m not on drugs. Please.” You said in a fake annoyed tone and giggled again. He rolled his eyes and sighed, driving towards where you were.

When he got there, he immediately saw you on the backyard, playing probably Pokémon Go and yelling when you finally found a pokémon. He smiled at the sight, and then remembered why he was there.

He walked towards you. When you finally saw him, you smiled widely and jumped in his direction, trying to hug his neck. Which wasn’t easy, as he was a little taller than you.

“Hey.” He said as he leaned down so you could hug him properly.

“Heyyy!!! I missed you!” You said, voice muffled by his shoulder. “Can you take me home? Please? I’m tired.” You said smiling cheekily.

“No.” He said, simply. “I’m taking you to my house today, kay? There’s some of your stuff there, and i can borrow you a shirt so you can sleep. But i’m not leaving you alone in this state.”

“Yay! Sleepover!” You cheered excitedly.

He couldn’t deny that the drunk version of you was very cute.

a/n pt2: did you see what i did there? i cut almost all of them in the middle. two reasons: one, for this not be too big and second i have inspiration to write more. lmk if u want a part 2 of those!!

[mrdixon]

sorry, i still love you

pairing: established daryl dixon x f!reader

wc: 1.8k

summary: soft apologies and kisses, or alt; your boyfriend is quite cute in a poncho.

warnings: slight angst…?

A/N: love daryl, love poncho daryl. need him to wrap me up in his big strong arms under his poncho…….. short fic SURPRISINGLY it being under 3k words shakes my bones but its okay because not all my fics have to be astronomically long………. also 100% not proofread im sorry i literally dont have the patience to read over my own work

masterlist!

It was a late night and you couldn’t sleep like usual. Sighing as you turned your head over to the window, slightly cracked open and letting a breeze through, the faint smell of wet grass from the rain filling your nostrils. The sky was dark, save for the twinkle of the stars and moon. You turned your head over to the nightstand, the clock reading 2:24 am, your gaze then travelling over to an empty picture frame that had a polaroid of you and Daryl wedged between the glass and frame. Picking it up and taking the polaroid between your fingers, it was during your stay at the Greene’s farm a few years ago.

You two didn’t know it yet but there was mutual feelings stirring up between you two, the photo capturing the moment you convinced Daryl to be in a photo with you. His grumpy expression didn’t hide the small smirk tugging at his lips as you wrapped your arms around him. You smiled fondly at the memory, still hearing his irritated grunt as you ushered him over to steal a picture. Tucking the photo back into the frame and setting it down on the nightstand you stared up at the ceiling, wondering where your boyfriend could be.

It wasn’t out of character for him to be out this late but it still worried you. It was normal for you to be unable to sleep without his warmth next to you, worrying about the worst. You tried really hard not to think about him getting bit but you couldn’t help it, he was capable of taking care of himself so why did you worry so much?

Sighing once again, you sat up, grabbing your necklace that held his initial. Biting at the small piece of metal, a thing you did when you were anxious, tasting the metallic tang. It wasn’t usually this hard for you to fall asleep without him, most nights you’d fall asleep at around 12 am. You were scared mostly.

You and Daryl had been going through a rough patch, most your time together was full of meaningless banter and arguments and you regretted it. It was hard to stay mad at him but you were stubborn, you both were. That fact alone was enough to drive you crazy because one day you’d argue and he wouldn’t return home, either because he got bitten or just got fed up with you. Nevertheless you were trying to change, you didn’t want either of you to die thinking you hated him because you didn’t. God you loved him so much, more than you thought was possible. More than those stupid pair of socks he got you on a random supply run, more than your morning cup of tea, even more than yourself.

You groaned, falling back onto the bed and closing your eyes. There was so much you wanted to say to him, to apologize for being an asshole, to tell him you really did love him. You opened your eyes slightly to look at the bedroom door, still closed… still waiting for him to walk through at any moment…. nope, still not home. You grumbled while placing your hands over your face and kicking your feet, taking a deep breath and rolling over onto your side. Okay, try to sleep… we can sleep… you’re sleeping… your eyes are closed… right?

You groaned again, almost frustrated at yourself for not being able to sleep. Finding yourself quite annoying at how dependent you are of Daryl. You sighed quietly, looking over at his side of the bed and running your hand across it. Empty and cold, the last time you saw him there was in the morning. Right after you argued about something so stupid you couldn’t even remember what it was, still seeing his bare back adorned with scars and tattoos as he got up and left to go out again. You swallowed thickly as you remembered how harsh you were earlier, now deciding to just stay up until he comes home. Wanting to apologize and just kiss him because when was the last time your lips felt his?

Suddenly you heard the door open, sitting up immediately and locking your eyes with the man who occupied your mind at all times. Daryl stood there at the door for a moment, his poncho draped over his body. A cute sight, he looked so small contrary to the fact that he was in fact, not. He stared at you skeptically as he placed his bag down on the floor next to the laundry bin.

“Wha’ are ya doin’ up?” He grumbled, slowly walking over to you and standing next to the bed where you sat. You couldn’t help but look up at him with a giddy smile, feeling relieved and happy that your boyfriend was finally here.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you replied simply as you looked him up and down, “you look so cute.” Daryl raised a brow, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in your words. He didn’t really know how to respond to compliments from you, especially after your argument this morning.

He scoffed lightly, a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Cute? Really?” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement, “ain’ tha’ somethin’.” You giggled, reaching out to take his gloved hand in yours, his fingertips exposed as you ran your nails over them.

“C’mere,” you whispered, holding your arms out. He hesitated for a moment before kicking his boots off and moving into your arms, the two of you falling back onto the bed. His arms wrapped around your waist and held you close, his face buried in your shoulder while your own arms wrapped around his back.

The two of you lay like this in silence, it was rare for you two to share moments like these. Often times you were too scared to touch him, afraid he’d push you away. It was never like that for him, he craved your touch as much as you craved his. You both were just too worried about what the other might think that neither of you decided to make any moves. Tonight was different though, you lay there enjoying each other’s company without saying a word.

You heard him breathe in, nuzzling his nose against your shoulder. Finally he broke the comfortable silence. “You really don’ sleep much, do ya?” he asked, his voice low and gentle.

“Nope,” you whispered, nuzzling your face into his neck. “I miss you when you’re gone.” He hummed in response, squeezing you tighter as his body relaxed in exhaustion. You giggled before moving yourself under his poncho, poking your head out from where his was, you two sharing the poncho now.

Daryl felt a sense of contentment as he watched you snuggle closer to him under the poncho, your body heat filling him with love and desire. Wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer, using his other hand to stroke your hair gently and tilt your head up slightly to look into your eyes.

“Yeah, well I guess tha’s fair. We both got used to havin’ each other around,” he admitted softly, looking down at your lips and then back at your eyes while running his fingers through your hair affectionately. “It’s kinda hard ta go back ta bein’ alone after all the time we spent together.”

You nodded, letting him pull you closer to him. Your chest pressing against his as you both stared into each others eyes, his gaze wandering over your face as he tucked strand of hair behind your ear. He sighed, feeling his breath against your face. Despite everything you’d been through together—the fights, disagreements, banter—he knew he still cared for you, he still loved you. And right this moment he couldn’t imagine wanting anyone else by his side more than he wanted you.

“’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

You both murmured at the same time, shock evident in your expressions. He nibbled his lip, rubbing your chin with his thumb, eventually grazing the pad of it over your bottom lip. “Guess we’ll jus’ have ta make sure we never lose sight of each other again,” he mumbled, voice thick with regret.

You looked up at him, meeting his eyes as you reached up to comb your fingers through his hair. His gaze immediately softened and he let out a small huff while admiring your features up close, his fingers tracing over your jaw. He seemed to melt under your touch, slouching over which caused his face to lean closer to yours. He looked so cute like that, his bottom lip jutted out into a slight pout, his expression resembled a puppy.

Your hand stilled in his hair, pulling him closer and diminishing that small gap between you two and pressing your lips against his. If even possible, he seemed to melt even more, closing his eyes and kissing you back with equal need and affection. His hands gripped your waist tight but gentle under the poncho covering both your bodies, one hand holding the back of your head. He kissed you fervently, fingers digging into your hair as he swiped his tongue over your bottom lip before reluctantly pulling away. Looking down at you, his expression one of affection and vulnerability.

“Sorry, I still love you.” You whispered, your noses rubbing together, “I love you.” You repeated, the words hanging in the air like a weighty secret, heavy with adoration. He stared at you before slowly closing his eyes and pressing his lips against yours once again, the kiss gentle but passionate. Your fingertips held his jaw, your thumbs absentmindedly caressing the stubble on his chin.

“I love ya too,” he mumbled against your lips, his voice hoarse and raw with emotion. “More than anythin’ in this world.” His eyes graced over your face, still having that slight pout as he encased your face in his hands, kissing you again. Your eyes fell closed while your fingers ran through his hair, finally pulling him flush against your body. He kissed you slow and gentle, a hand rubbing up and down your back which sent shivers down your spine, his other hand occupied at the base of your neck.

Eventually, you both had to pull away for air, but your eyes remained closed as he pressed his forehead together with yours. Exhaustion rushed through your body and he could tell, pressing a kiss to your forehead before holding onto your waist and the back of your head, flipping you both over gently so he lay on his back. Your cheek pressed between his chest and collarbone as you lay on top of him, still under his poncho. He caressed your head gently, kissing the top of your head while the smell of him invaded your senses. It was a comforting smell, tobacco and the woods, tiring you further. He let out a deep breath, wrapping your arms around your waist loosely as you lay on him, your eyes still closed as you slowly succumbed to sleep.

“Love ya so much (Y/N).” He mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. The only thing you heard before finally, falling asleep.

[saturnluvva]

Surprise!

Summary: after a night with matt you start feeling weird so you take a pregnancy test.

A/N: finally starting my dad!matt series thingy

Pairings: bf!matt X fem!reader

Chris Nick Matt y/n

FRIDAY 10:45 AM

“What do you mean by you don’t feel good?” was all I heard from Matt while I was on a call with him “I just don’t feel good. Y’know?” “Well, what’s wrong with you?” “I don’t know dude! I’m throwing up and shit” “Uhh I’ll ask Chris and Nick about it! Hold on”

I waited a few minutes before I got a call from Nick “Hey Nick!” “Bitch! Did you let Matt get you pregnant?” “What?! No!” “Throwing up?! Sound familiar?” “It’s just a coincidence!” “Yeah! Coincidence my ass! I’m coming over with a pregnancy test” “No you d-“ “bitch hung up on me..”

A FEW MINUTES LATER

“No, I'm not taking it!” “Bitch yes you are!” “No im not!” “I swear if you don’t take this damn test I’m gonna rain hellfire on your whole bloodline!” “Fine!” “Okay thank you” I watched as Nick left the bathroom.

A few minutes later I checked the test and saw the worst thing ever. A positive sign

I came out of the bathroom and saw Matt Nick and Chris all looking at their phones “What's the result?” “well..” “spit it out bitch!” “It's positive!”

I could see the look of shock on Matt's face and instantly felt bad. I felt bad for taking his life away from him, for making him feel like he had to give up on all his dreams “Well y'all are FUCKED!” “shut up bitch! Not the time!” Matt was frozen in shock just looking down.

“I'm gonna be a dad..” “Woah.” “I’m gonna be a dad!” I was confused as I saw the huge smile on Matt’s face “Yeah. You are..” “This is insane!” I was shocked as Matt stood up and walked over to hug me “You’re not mad?” “No?” “You’re not gonna leave me?” “No.?” “Oh..okay!” I then hugged him back “Hey man I’m gonna be an uncle!” “That’s crazy as fuck!” “Yeah.. maybe we should make Nate the uncle instead buddy.”

“Anyways! You guys aren’t panicking anymore. I’m confused” “Why?” “You do know how insanely expensive kids are right?” “Well yeah.. but it’s fine!” “Whatever. I give up! Matt drive me home!” “Alright! Chris, are you coming? “Depends on what you mean” “get in the car..” we watched as Chris left

“You gonna be okay while I'm gone?” “yeah, I should be” “Okay cool!” I smiled as Matt leaned down to kiss me and walked out.

[judasgot-it]

i’m new here in the bsd fandom and your s/o telling Tetchō that she likes someone and starts describing him make me falling in love goopd, I can’t get enough of your writing. So, this is my first request ^^ I was imagine, the first night they sleep together, like, there's a storm outside so s/o can't go back to her house and then tecchou offers her to stay at his house and he will sleep on the couch but she refuses because they're not strangers, right? So when the lights go out, she is very affectionate and he stays like this 🕴🏼then she apologizes in case it made him feel uncomfortable but he wasn't uncomfortable, just surprised

sorry if was a lot

I wrote this over a week while I've been on vacation, sorry that I took like. A year to write this lol

Scenario: sleeping in the same bed as your boyfriend for the first time (yes im doing the same trope three times in a row babyyy)

1.4 k words ~

The storm tonight had been brutal.

When the weather app had said "severe chance of rain in your area" You were expecting the usual - a bad downpour, but nothing that would cause you too much grief.

It was usually a disappointment, honestly. You loved the rain, but you found that since you moved here, there was nothing to be afraid of. It was a light drizzle in comparison to what you had seen before.

Until now. This rain was ridiculous.

You thought Tecchou was exaggerating - you didn't even pack an umbrella, because you were sure you could just run to the nearest bus stop like before. It was never really that serious.

No. No, you were so wrong.

You had denied almost every offer Tecchou had made to take you home - to drive you in his truck, to walk you to the bus stop, and even to have you sleepover.

This was just rain. You could handle yourself easily. But the moment you had opened the door, you felt like a stupid street cat, taking half a step and feeling your shirt stick your skin with the downpour.

Tecchou had pulled you back in by your arm, and you didn't even argue with him. His eyes told you everything - pleading with you to just follow him back inside.

It was impossible to not follow him when he gave you such a look with his big honey eyes.

Maybe you were stupid for rejecting his offer in the first place. He was just being a good boyfriend, and you were being too stubborn to accept it.

"Please stay?" His voice was soft, and the way his calloused hands held onto your cold skin made you step closer to him.

Tecchou was so kind it made you want to throw up.

"I don't really know how to repay you."

Tecchou waved his hand, ignoring the comment.

"It's okay. You're always welcome here."

He was already pulling out his own clothes from his closet, handing them to you as if they were yours. They smelt like him - like a flowery cologne, one you could never remember the name of. It might have been a gift - hopefully it was from one of his missions.

"I don't want to be a burden."

"Please don't think of yourself like that."

His voice was firm, loud over the sound of the rain battering against his windows. There was a strange feeling to the home - like a bubble of dry air the two of you were trapped in, as the rain tried it's best to make its way inside.

The clothes in your hands felt too foreign, compared to the wet ones that had molded to your body. Tecchou really didn't know how he made you feel with these gestures, and it was hard not to choke.

"I'm just being polite."

You stood there awkwardly as Tecchou struggled to form a response. You folded your arms around yourself, feeling cold in the room as he eventually settled on a nod.

"So. About sleeping-"

"Take my room." His answer was quick, as if he had rehearsed it in his mind. Maybe he had thought about this earlier.

Did he know you were this stubborn? Did he plan for it?

"No, no. That's too much. This is your house. We know each other. We can share a bed, right?"

The thought was embarrassing in itself. You hated to take up other people's time and space, and now you were taking someone else's bed.

Maybe it didn't count. Tecchou was your boyfriend - As of two days ago, but you knew him well enough, right?

"...I don't want to be creepy."

"Absolutely not. You're nothing like that."

Your boyfriend couldn't ever be creepy to you. If he was, you wouldn't be dating him.

If anything, he was perfect. You were taking his time and bed, and he was nothing but kind about it.

"It's ok. The couch is comfortable enough."

"You barely fit on it!"

The couch in question was an old hand-me-down from his grandmother. It was lumpy and could barely fit the both of you while sitting - it was barely comfortable for its intended purpose, let alone any...others. You both had tried, it was barely doable.

There was no way you could let him sleep on it.

"I can manage."

"No. I'm ok with sleeping with you."

Tecchou stared at you for a moment. You tried to keep eye contact with him, but it embarrassed you. His eyes practically stared through your soul, as if he saw right into your mind.

"Sleeping with me? You're okay with that?"

"Um...yes."

There was a pause for a small moment. The clothes on your body still felt cold, and you really wanted to change.

"In the same bed?"

Well, you weren't going to let him sleep on the couch, were you?

"Of course! We're close, aren't we?"

Tecchou folded his arms, his own attempt to hug himself. A sound came out of his throat, but you weren't sure what it meant. Maybe he was agreeing, but it almost sounded like a whine.

Maybe he was tired?

While Tecchou took the time to figure out his feelings, you took the time to change into his clothes. Your skin was so cold and clammy that it had turned into torture.

"...Thanks. That means a lot. No one else has ever said that to me."

"...oh. Well, I'd sleep with you every night Tecchou. I trust you a lot."

"I trust you too."

Maybe you'd do something more than sleep in the same bed with him if he kept talking like that.

"...maybe we should go to sleep. I'm wet and tired."

"Right. Sorry."

"If you're so sorry, can you get me a towel? I don't want to get your bed wet."

"Alright."

"Thanks, sweetheart."

If Tecchou stumbled a little on the way out, you didn't acknowledge it.

-

"Tecchou?"

His bed was weirdly exactly fit to his personality - the mattress was hard, and the blanket was a weird tacky design that you could get from a tourist shop. It was ridiculously soft, despite the funny photoshopped wolves on it.

"Yes?"

"You know you can take up more space, right?"

"This is fine."

The mattress was a queen, and you could feel how he was almost falling off of the edge.

"Are you scared of me?"

"No. You said you wanted to sleep, and I'm very warm. It might make you too hot to sleep."

You wanted to cry. Tecchou was too considerate.

"Well, I'm cold right now. Can you come closer?"

There was shuffling, and you could feel your side get warm. So warm. It was as if he was warming your skin with sunlight.

Despite this, you rolled over, laying your head against his shoulder. His breathing stuttered, and you tried not to laugh.

He was nervous. It was so different from how he was at work - stone-faced and serious. You would never guess he was this shy around a girl he liked.

"Do you always sleep with a shirt on? Or are you just being polite?"

The tiredness in your brain was making you feel more brave. You wanted to sleep so bad, but your brain kept your fingers picking at Tecchou's shirt - it was cotton, and so soft that you knew it was one of those expensive ones.

"I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

"I'm your girlfriend. How would I be uncomfortable?"

Tecchou's body rang with the noise he made. He always spoke with his chest, and you could feel how it sang through his ribs. His voice was deep, even more so now as the night called to him.

"...I thought you'd think it's weird."

"I like you. I don't care what you wear. I just want to be with you."

"Really?"

"God forbid a woman like her man's body."

"I'm your man?" His chin touched your forehead in his attempt to look at you, almost knocking you off your post along his shoulder.

"Better not be anyone else's. I'm your woman too. That's how dating works."

You readjusted yourself, moving to lay more of yourself on top of him. His breathing synced with yours, his big chest moving you alongside him with each breath.

"...I don't want to own you. Women have equal rights." His hands reached over to hold you, keeping you in place. His fingers danced against your waist, in a sort of anxiety.

"No not like that. Like, you know. I'm the only woman you're dating. I hope."

"Of course you are."

"Good. That's great." Your voice felt heavy and far away. Your eyes hurt, and you kept them closed to keep listening to the world around you.

There was the rain. There was Tecchou's breathing. Your heartbeat and the sound of a fan.

There was something that Tecchou said, but you weren't awake to hear it. All you really remembered was the feeling of his body underneath yours and the warmth from his skin.

[moonjxsung]

hello dear starlightt

aa your fwb chan drabbles have been stuck in my head and im thinking of roommate fwb! channie? personally im an ot8 but i have a big soft spot for channie omg 😭😭

im thinking roommate fwb! channie who has the biggest crush on you but once you start having a casual physical relationship he starts thinking you only want him for the sex and as a friend

roommate fwb! channie who used to listen to you fingering yourself late at night after coming back stressed from work through the thin walls

roommate fwb! channie who would comfort and cuddle you when youre upset and have weekly movie nights, slowly rubbing circles on your stomach and holding tight at your waist as you sit in between his legs right about to fall asleep

roommate fwb! channie who would slowly grow hard as you accidentally rub your ass up against him trying to get comfortable and he slowly starts rutting against you desperately which then turns into heated makeout sessions with him continuously mumbling about fucking his babies into you, cursing that youre taking him so well, your pussy feels so perfect

roommate fwb! channie who presses against you so deep you can feel his tip harshly kissing your cervix and you feel so 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭.

slow wet sloppy kisses in his car after an innocent late night drive he suggested for fun

hands traveling up your shirt and reaching your tits, and as he grabs a handful you moan into his ear and only grind onto him harder, him wincing in pleasure

channie would almost never let himself cum before you do at LEAST two times, and he loves teasing you in foreplay as he fingers you open and tastes you on his mouth before pushing himself in

would never want those night to end, and he would 100% send those "u up?" text at like 2 am

would wash you up and give you the most sweetest aftercare, stroking your hair and humming a little lullaby as he cuddles you to sleep

would sometimes have you cockwarm him as you sleep, so the next morning you would wake up to the feeling of him pushing slowly in and out of you, giving you the most blissful moments of pleasure as soon as you open your eyes

channie would just be there on top of you thrusting at a steady pace, holding back his moans and whimpers to not wake you up, sweat dripping down and decorating his face and shoulders as the morning sun hits and covers his gorgeous body, his abs on full display

when he sees that youre up, he would give the most sweetest "good morning angel" in his deep morning voice with the most innocent smile as hes still fucking you into the mattress

maybe you would come home drunk one day and confess your feelings for him, words jumbled in a bunch and youre so sure he doesnt like you in that sort of sense, so you offer to pack up and find a new place if it makes him uncomfortable, apologizing continuously

channie running up to hug you as you sob into his shoulder, him whispering sweet comforting words into your ear, as he bridal carries you to the bathroom to help you wash up and fucks all those negative thoughts out of you in your bed, telling you over and over again about how much he loves you

you two would wake up and youd be so embarrassed remembering everything from the night before, not even sure if it actually happened or your delusional brain is making everything up

until he confirms its all real by kissing your soft plump lips and whispering good morning and that he loves you, still half asleep

after that its just dates after dates and more experimenting in the bedroom as you expand your relationship even further

channie would come home from work with a bouquet of flowers that reminded him of you, blushing as he hands it to you

waltz dancing to music and laughing as you stumble over each other feet late at night, helping him write lyrics until early in the morning, cooking (and failing!) with each other, dancing and kissing in the rain when the weather crashes your date, cuddling each other as you fall asleep into each others arms.

aa he would just be so perfect <33

im sorry for ranting :(( 💖💖

as always, your beloved ☘ annonie

OH MY GOD????? FWB CHANNIE ENTHUSIASTS READ THIS LIKE RNNN 🏃‍♀️ I am screaming oh my god thank you for sharing this I need him so bad 😭 do not ever apologize for ranting in my inbox like this I literally love this sm your thoughts are always welcome here

[quitealotofsodapop]

Peach Noodles

I don't usually use stock tracers but I wasn't gonna try at 3:45 in the morning

Ty @soniclozdplove; this gives me the perfect opportunity to introduce the public to the Au we have been busting out in Messages (i sound like Im doing a commercial).

we present to you;

Peach Soup

On one rainy night; a monkey demon in torn clothing clutching a crying bundle wanders into the path of a delivery truck. The driver slams the brakes and gets out to yell at what he thinks is a jaywalker.

Pigsy instead finds a scared, hurt, possibly teenage, monkey demon protectively holding a baby to his tiny form. Both muddy and wet with rain. The pig demon's morals win out, driving the two young demons to his restaurant for shelter and a warm meal, hoping to get some information out of the older one.

But the older, red-eyed, ginger-furred monkey doesn't seem to know... well *anything*. No name, no approximate age, barely any human language, not even an explanation why he's covered in bleeding cuts and grisly scars - all he seems to know is that he's hurt and that he needs to protect the cub.

Pigsy calls up Tang for advice. He seriously suspects the pair were victims of some kind of demon trafficking, like he's heard horror stories about in the newspaper. The fact that one is clearly a newborn convinces him of this theory further. Tang advises to keep the pair there while he rushes over in person.

The older monkey has concerning habits too. He's too afraid of the steaming noodle broth to take a sip, so Pigsy improvises by grabbing some fruits from the fridge. The monkey cautiously sniffs the bowl of fruit, his pupils widening at the scent.

Within a minute, the monkey had eaten three peaches whole. Pigsy laughed, cautioning the boy to slow down and to not eat the pits.

Pigsy: "You really seem to love peaches, huh?" Unknown Monkey: (*nods happily*) Pigsy: "Since you can't recall a name... how about I call you Peaches for now?" "Peaches": (*thinks for a moment before nodding excitedly*) Pigsy, fond smile: "Ok then. Peaches it is!" Peaches, smile full of fruit: :D! Pigsy: "Now we need a name for the little guy..." (*both look at the baby monkey demon curled up against Peaches chest, sleeping soundly*) Peaches: "M'kay."

Within a few days and an investigation by the Metropolis Police Department in case it really was a case of trafficking or severe abuse, the two monkeys are given legal identities and now require a foster home that won't separate the pair (there has been an attempt to remove the newborn, but both had become inconsolable). Pigsy and Tang team up and step forward to take the responsibility for the two lost demons that had wandered into their lives.

Peaches is an odd kid (or maybe a young adult, it was hard for the doctors to gauge); very strong for his size, and has a few muscle tics that crop up time to time. He often flicks his arms towards his ears when he's startled or upset. He clutches his head when he's in any form of pain - a habit his adoptive parents put down to whatever caused the nasty-looking crown-like scar around his hairline.

He's also extremely protective of the baby monkey adopted as his little brother. MK, nicknamed due to confusion in processing his adoption papers, grows from a baby to a teenager in the typical amount of time, whilst Peaches barely grows at all. The two are inseparable, with MK loudly worshipping his big brother as the strongest, smartest brother in the whole wide world! Peaches even gains a fan with MK's school yard friend Mei.

Tang and Pigsy nearly had heart attacks the first time Peaches accidentally broke a fridge, or shattered a glass in his hand, or put a hole through the wall with his fist. Seeking out a way to teach their son how to manage his inner strength, an old friend was contacted for help. Sandy was surprised to be contacted after so long, but the sight of Pigsy and Tang's nervous, extremely strong son, made sense. The boy was afraid to hold any creature for fear of hurting them, even extending to his own baby brother. Sandy made sure to help the monkey demon measure and control his strength with lessons in martial arts and meditation. The boy also became a delightful companion for teatime, becoming fascinated in the properties of the different blends.

Peaches also has an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. The second he grasped reading and writing, he wanted to know more. More about the world and the things in it. And he'd later gain a fixation for plants and medicine, on the track to becoming a doctor or a pharmacist if he so chose to.

But for now he's earning his keep (jokingly says Pigsy, he'd never kick out his eldest son) as a busboy and delivery driver for Pigsy's Noodles alongside his baby brother MK.

At least until he was called to deliver to a construction site deep into the city, and instead of a customer he found Princess Iron Fan, Red Son, and the legendary Ruyi Jingu Bang. Peaches was never a fairytale buff, but Papa Tang had read him and MK seemingly every book under the sun about this side of mythology - and if he weren't mistaken, there was a very good reason that the Staff was wedged into that mountain.

So without thinking he grabs if from Red Son's mechanical arm, his brain only catching up afterwards that he shouldn't be able to.

DBK: "SUN WUKONG!" Peaches: "Uh, no!? I'm just Peaches!"

The ginger monkey runs from the site, all three members of the Demon Bull family hot on his tail, but not just out for vengeance, but for concern. Why did he not remember them?

Peaches runs home, certain that Papa Tang knew what was going on, and why he was able to lift the Monkey King's Staff.

When the family makes it to Flower Fruit Mountain in search for the real Monkey King and to get some answers, they discover something horrifying.

Peaches is the Monkey King.

So how come he doesn't remember being him?

Tune in as the mystery unfolds >:3

[haechansdoll]

Pls pls Ive been reading your books on loop, please make a shot of JEALOUS JAEHYUN/TAEYONG PLS, IM ON MY KNEES🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ FOR THIS, if possible CAR SEX PLEASEEEEEEE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

omg, thank you so much for reading my books, didn't know people would love it so much - well - I personally think car sex would be imaginable with Jaehyun, so lets go with him.

Pairing : Jaehyun x f!reader.

Description : Jealous Jaehyun and Bratty reader.

[Your boyfriend is a jealous, hotheaded, angry man...and you wouldn't have him any other way.]

Warnings: Public sex, carsex, fingering, daddy kink.

Your boyfriend was a dick.

That was the only thought in your head as you stomped down a dark side street through the wet grass, heels sinking into the rain-sodden turf with every step wetting the exposed parts of your foot. The dull thud of music died into the night air the further you walked away from the busy street. Goosebumps pricked along your arms and legs as the cool wind slid over your exposed skin. As cold and miserable as you were, that was still better than getting in the sleek black sports car that was slowly driving along beside you.

“Get in the car.”

At the sound of the gruff command, you whipped your head in the opposite direction, pushing your glossed lips out in a deep pout. Were you being a little over-dramatic? Yes. It didn’t mean you weren’t justified. After all, being put out on the sidewalk in front of a large crowd of people because Jaehyun couldn’t keep his temper under control was just as embarrassing as you stomping through people’s yards as their dogs barked and security lights followed your movements.

“No. I’m just fine where I am.”

“Get in the car, y/n,” Jaehyun’s voice came from the dark interior of the vehicle as he leaned over the middle console glaring at you through the passenger window. A stubborn huff was all he received from you, and you felt a small twinge of satisfaction at the growl of frustration that hit your ears. Stopping for a moment to wrench your heel from one particularly muddy patch of grass, you balled your fists up at your side, turning to face the ash blonde.

“Go fuck yourself,” you spat, and he just sighed at your attitude, rubbing a hand across his face. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with your brattiness, but that’s too bad because that’s exactly what you were going to make him deal with after the embarrassment he had put you through back at the nightclub you two were supposed to be spending your date night at.

“I’m not gonna ask again. Get in the fucking car before I make you get in,” he said again this time his voice was much firmer, and you stopped. The small bit of relief he felt was quickly dashed away as you stomped your foot on the wet turf under you with a blaze of defiance burning in your eyes.

“Oh yeah? Make me then!” You shouted.

“You asked for this,” Jaehyun sighed, putting the car in park and flinging open his door. You pointed your finger at him, trying to back away, but he ignored your protests, bending down to put his arm around your waist as he hauled you up and over his shoulder.

Kicking your feet was useless, and hitting your hands against the hard muscles of his back did nothing but earn you a hard swat to your bottom, “Jaehyun, put me down! Fucking jerk!”

You heard the car door open before you were unceremoniously dumped into the passenger seat. He took care not to bang your head against the doorframe. Leaning over you, he snatched the seatbelt up, pulling it across your body and clicking it into place. The minute you seemed like you were going to get out again, a hand on your shoulder stopped your movements, Jaehyun looked down at you and said in a stern voice, “You better not move.”

The bright lights of the city flew by your face as you gazed out the window. It doesn’t take you two this long to get home, and it certainly doesn’t take this long to get home when your boyfriend drives like a bat out of hell. It was hard to stay so angry with the silent atmosphere surrounding you; the only noise was the quiet hum of the car traveling over the road. It was enough to lull you into a sense of calm.

“Why are you so fucking irritating.”

Well, you were calm until that. The question just served to throw gasoline on the dying embers of your frustration, and you felt that hot spark ignite in your chest all over again. Sitting up, you fixed your heated gaze on him, and your hands moved animatedly with your words, “I’m irritating?! You punched a guy for no reason!”

Jaehyun’s face darkened as he stared straight ahead. His grip on the wheel shifted as his fingers tightened around it. The hand closest to you twitched against the gear shift, moving it just a little harder than necessary. There was the unmistakable roar of the engine as he sped up, “No, I had a reason. He should’ve kept his fucking hands off you.”

“He was trying to get by!” You shouted, throwing your hands up and falling back against the seat. There were many things that you had come to accept about Jaehyun, but this jealous streak of his was a big one. Especially when he took it out on people around you, any man that so much as breathed on you was in danger of ending up on his bad side.

“He needed to have his hands on your ass to get by?” came the low, harsh whisper.

You didn’t respond, just went back to looking out the window. Buildings flew by, and you narrowed your eyes as the metropolitan scenery thinned out until you were left staring at trees and a darkened highway, “Where are we going?”

“Just sit back and shut up,” Jaehyun commanded, and his hand traveled over to your knee. His warm palm sent a hot streak of desire radiating from the spot it touched. Any other time you would have welcomed his touches but not right now. He grumbled under his breath as you pushed his hand from its spot halfway up your thigh.

“Get your hands off me. I don’t like you right now,” you said in a clipped tone. And you pouted looking out the window, ignoring the feather-light feeling building in the pit of your stomach.

“You’re testing my patience. Besides, though you liked it when I got all possessive over my doll” the lecherous purr behind his words sent a shiver up your spine, and you let out a quiet huff trying to move his hand again. So, maybe you did like it. That wasn’t any of his business. It’d only make his ego bigger to know that despite your anger, you were slightly turned on by the situation.

“You don’t get to call me that right now,” you glared, but your words lost some of their bite as his hand squeezed the soft flesh, fingers prodding at your skin.

“Quit being such a fucking brat,” His hand crept higher, fingers pressing into your twitching muscles, adding to the anticipation of their arrival at their final destination.

“S-stop,” you whimpered pathetically as his fingers traced the wet outline of your pussy over your panties. With your dress being so short, it’s not like there was much stopping him. One of your hands wrapped around his wrist, and you dug your nails into his arm in a last-ditch effort to warn him away, but that didn’t help your case at all. A quiet gasp left your lips as his fingers slipped beneath the wet silky material massaging at your clit.

“You don’t sound that convincing, princess. Heh, and listen to that, you’re already dripping wet for me.” It was hard to think of a snarky reply as his fingers drew slow circles around your swollen bud. Your body jerked forward, straining against the seatbelt the more he toyed with you.

“I…mmm, I fucking hate you,” you gasped, but your words had long since lost their sharp edge behind your moans of pleasure. You know that you probably looked like a lewd mess. Anybody that drove by the two of you would easily see you clinging to your boyfriend’s arm, with the way your chest rose and fell with each deep breath and your tongue hanging out of your mouth it wouldn’t be hard to put two and two together. The thought just made you even more aroused.

“No, you don’t, and your body definitely doesn’t.” He taunted, pulling out of your grip and holding his hand up to your face. You could just make out the unmistakable glisten of your juices stringing across his fingers, and you swallowed dryly.

His hand descended between your legs again, and this time you didn’t stop him. Soft pants left your mouth as you ground your hips into his fingers, willing them to push deeper inside of you. For being so annoying, he knew where all your buttons were and how to press them. It’s something he prides himself on actually.

“That’s it, baby girl. Gonna cum for daddy?” A dark smirk slowly spread across his face contrasting the encouraging tone behind his words. The feeling of your soft walls clenching around his fingers almost made him give in to you. Oh, he loved making you unravel for him. The noises? Knowing you felt like this all because of him? Everything about it was just so divine. But not this time, no this time you needed to learn a lesson.

“Not with all that tough shit you were talking about earlier,” his tone changed so suddenly, and before you got the chance to process those words, his hand pulled away from you completely. You almost cried, staring at him in wide-eyed frustration.

Your thighs rubbed together in an effort to gain back some of the friction, and you were almost tempted to finish yourself off on your own, but that wouldn’t lead to anything good. All Jaehyun did was laugh nonchalantly, sucking your essence from his fingers as you whined. He chuckled as your eyes followed the movement of his hand down to his pants, “You want me to help you out? Fine, earn it. Make up for that smart fucking mouth of yours.”  

All the fight leaves your mind at once as you push your armrest up leaning across the center console, careful of any machinery in the way, the last thing you wanted to do was die in a fiery car crash over some dick, even if it was some premium dick.

“I love you, but you make me so goddamn angry sometimes y’know,” Jaehyun doesn’t seem worried about anything. In fact, he wastes no time digging his fingers into your hair and pushing you all the way down.

“God, your mouth feels amazing, princess.” You hummed around his cock in recognition of his praises. His hard length nestled snugly in your warm mouth as your tongue lapped against various veins running along the shaft. Anytime you tried to pull your head up, he pushed you back down again. Not roughly but firmly keeping you in place. The edges of the center console pressing into your chest, the seat belt holster digging into your leg, and the overall danger of it all was giving you a high that was hard to explain.

“You do it on purpose, I bet. You wanted me to take you somewhere and ruin that sexy fucking body, didn’t you?” You were so occupied that you hadn’t realized the car had come to a stop. Somewhere you didn’t recognize out in the literal middle of nowhere. It was quiet with nothing but your own panting and the faint sounds of the radio. It was beautiful and quiet. You could see all the stars in the sky, and the only light illuminating the two of you was the bright full moon. But you two didn’t come out here for peace and quiet.

“Not my fault you can’t control yourself, I’m still mad at you. Ruined my fucking night,” your words probably would have sounded more convincing if you weren’t so lightheaded from having him shoved down your throat.

“Fine, come sit in my lap and let me make it up to you,” he said teasingly, and with a hand on your chin, he swiped away a thin string of saliva clinging to your skin with his thumb. It didn’t take much to have you clamoring out of your seat and into his arms. Crimson eyes darkened in lust took in the way the moonlight fell across your beautiful features. You were all his, nobody was going to take you from him.

“You’re always such a goddamn tease,” Jaehyun growled with his hands on your hips, dragging you back and forth on his lap. The only thing separating your hot flesh from meeting him was your soaked panties, which managed to provide with just the right amount of friction to keep you on edge—one of his hands wrapped around to the nape of your neck pulling your face down to his.

“Shut up and fuck me,” you said, trying to grind down against him harder, you had been throbbing ever since he had left you on edge earlier. Now here you were so close to what you wanted, and he was taking his sweet time to give you what you wanted. Now, who’s being the tease?

“What’d I tell you about that mouth?” your dress having long been pushed up over your hips wasn’t there to absorb the spanking this time. A loud cry left your mouth, and the telltale sound of crackling accompanied the popping sensation you felt against your skin. You didn’t even have time to be angry with him, not wanting to bother with taking your panties off he just pulled the wet material to the side, slipping into you with ease.

“Listen to that lewd voice, you don’t hate me that much, huh teddy bear?” Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he bounced you up and down on his cock. At this point you didn’t care what he was saying, all you were worried about was the way it felt when he rolled his hips up into yours and his teeth on your neck nipping at the sensitive skin there.

“You’re all mine. You belong to me. Fucking say it,” he growled, pulling you in nose to nose with him. Both of you were breathing heavily, clinging to one another. The windows were fogged up, and Jaehyun was probably going to have to replace the shocks on his car with how hard it was rocking, but it was worth it.

“Ahh, I-I…fuck!” Your thighs trembled with each drag of him in and out of your body, and you tried your best to pull together the words he so desperately needed to hear. Buried under a haze of pleasure, your poor brain was working double-time to keep you down on planet earth. Another quirked up spank landed on your ass, and you almost came undone right then.

“Say it, baby! Who do you belong to?” Jaehyun breathed out through clenched teeth. With how tightly your walls were squeezing around him, he knew you weren’t going to last much longer, and neither was he.

“You! I’m all yours, Jaehyun!” your body tenses up as you cum, crying out his y/n over and over. Your arms squeeze your body close to his, and you bury your face in his neck. His fingers are digging into your hips, pushing you down on him, and holding you there as he rides out his own orgasm. You shiver feeling the warm flood of cum paint your insides.

“Fuck, I love you. I love you so fucking much. Don’t look at any other guy. I’m all you need, got it?” he mumbles the last part so quietly you’re almost positive you weren’t supposed to hear it.

With your eyes closed, trying to regain your strength, you sigh from your place against his shoulder, “I don’t look at other guys, dummy.”

“Yeah, but they look at you, and I don’t like it,” he said once again in that quiet voice. You sit up and look at him, and even in the dark, you can see the melancholy look on his face. It wasn’t often that you saw a softer side of Jaehyun; usually, he liked to bravado his way out of talking about his feelings. It was something you were used to; when dating Jaehyun Jaehyun, you learn to pick and choose the battles worth fighting.

“You’re so melodramatic. I don’t notice those guys because I’m too busy looking at your stupid ass.”

“Why you..mmph,” his eyebrows furrowed, and his nose scrunched up, signaling that he was about to say something snippy before you cut him off with a kiss. He grumbled but kissed you back, curling his fingers in the hairs at the nape of your neck.

“Shut up and let me finish,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his nose.

He liked to pretend that he didn’t like it when you did things like that, but deep down, you know how much he needs this sometimes. Above everything else, Jaehyun is not one of those guys that lies to themselves about their difficulties. He knows he’s a lot to handle. Sometimes he just needs a little reminder that you weren’t tired of dealing with him and his antics, “I really do love you, Jaehyun. You piss me off sometimes, but I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me, my little angry Pomeranian.”

“I’m not a dog, and there’s not a single part of me that’s little,” he said, swatting your hands away when you tried to pinch his cheeks. Thankful for the dark of the night that hid the red blush on his cheeks.

“Sure, latch on to that because that was the important part of what I said,” you let out an exasperated sigh laying your head back against his shoulder and dragging your hand over his chest gently, stopping over his heart humming contently feeling the light beat underneath your fingertips.

“Fine, I heard you, and I love you too,” came his hesitant reply, followed by a kiss being pressed to your shoulder.

“Aww, say it like you mean it, jae,” you whined, sitting up again, and pouting at him.

“I did mean it, and it sounded fine!” He said, rolling his eyes and letting out an annoyed sound when you poked him in his chest.

“Nuh-uh, do it again. It sounded so…blah.”

“No, it didn’t! You’re just being picky.”

“Please?”

“Fine. I..I love you, y/n.”

“I still think you could do it better.”

“Get the fuck off me so we can go home.”

[mannequinreligi0n]

Hiii!!

I loove your fics and lately I've been begging for some new Nero fics 🫡🫡

Could I request a fic with Nero and fem!reader where they're really good friends and yknow It's really cold outside and they both have to stay in an inn. Maybe one of the two offers their bed? And they both finally give in after a long while of hidding their feelings.

I really really crave some cute fluffy Nero smut, reader being her first🤭

Don't stress too much about this, and of course you can choose to write it or not!!

Thank you sweetie🫶🫶

ty for this !! i love a good ‘oh noooo, there’s only one bed’ trope.

tbh im not the biggest nero lover so this was a slight challenge but it ended up pretty good and a lot longer than expected lol. i also didn’t know how to end it but i hope you enjoy !!!!

Two Pals, One Bed

an unexpected storm puts you and nero in an unlikely situation

PAIRING: DMC5 Nero x afab reader

WARNINGS: (NSFW!: first-time/virgin!reader, fingering, penetration)

WORD COUNT: 2k

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The sheets of rain pounded on the windshield of the van, making visibility hard on the patchy road. You flicked out the wrinkles in the map, squinting in the light of your phone to see the web of routes.

“Can’t see a damn foot in front of me like this.”, Nero grumbled from the driver’s seat. “No thanks to you, by the way.”

His pointed blame made you crinkle the map in your hands. You both had been driving for seemingly hours, trying to make it home from a job, but the storm was making it hard to navigate the backroads.

“There’s an inn after the next right, we’ll duck from the rain til morning.”

Nero sighed and shook his head. “We would’ve been home by now, if it wasn’t for your dumbass.” He peered over the steering wheel, on the lookout for the upcoming turn.

“Nuh uh,”, you started, a scowl on your face, “don’t pin this on me! I don’t control the weather.”

“Whatever.”

Nero makes the right and after a couple miles of silence, the faint beacon of lit windows pierces through the gloom. Pulling into the lot in front of the inn, Nero parks the car and hops out. You follow suit and hastily trail behind him, using your bag as cover from the harsh rain. Entering the inn, you walk slowly to examine the tacky decor - artificial fish and paintings of sunny beaches mocking your drenched clothes. Nero makes a beeline to the front desk and is quick to return with a set of keys in hand.

“We got lucky. Seems like everyone had the same idea, but they had one room left.” Nero pats you on the shoulder and cocks his head toward the direction of the stairs. “C’mon.”

You nod and follow Nero up the stairs to your appointed room, sighing in relief to be out of the storm. Nero drops his backpack on the desk and stares at the single queen-sized bed in the center of the room.

“……..one bed.”

“One bed.”, you repeat. It seems that the universe thought it would be funny if you two shared a bed after a night of endless bickering and side-eyes. You eventually shrug and flop down on the bed, looking up at Nero. “I mean, we’ve slept in worse conditions, right? You remember the cyclops cave?”

That earns a tiny smile from him, chiseling away at the tension from earlier.

“Thanks for reminding me. It’s not like I spend every waking moment trying to forget the smell of decay and ball sweat.”

You both laugh and you feel the frustration slowly leave your body. Nero digs around his bag for a change of clothes and heads to the bathroom to change. You take this as your cue to do the same, pulling out a clean shirt and pair of underwear and discarding your old ones in the corner of the room. You crawl into the bed, flicking on the tv and settling in. Nero returns a few minutes later, changed and seemingly back to his easy-going self. He switches off the lights and gets into the bed, leaving some space between you both. You both watch a rerun of an old sitcom before Nero breaks the silence.

“I’m sorry for being an asshole to you. You were only trying to help, and I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you.”

The apology doesn’t take you completely by surprise, considering that Nero is the most levelheaded person you know, but you appreciate it nonetheless. You pull the covers up over you, sinking down to lay on your pillow as you address him.

“Don’t worry about it, Nero. We’ve had a long day and have gotten thrown every which way - it’s no one’s fault. Besides, I’m happy it was with you and not with anyone else, it could’ve gone a lot worse.”

Nero nods in agreement but he’s not lost on the subtle flirting in your last sentence. Nero glances down at you resting form, your eyes trained on the tv mounted to the wall. For the past few weeks, it seems you two have been dancing around the obvious for the sake of staying focused on work. But considering that you both are literally in the same bed, it’s hard to ignore now. You look up to him, his face turning a pretty pink from being caught staring.

“Was there something else?”, you ask, noting his blush.

“You’re really pretty.”

Nero blurts out the compliment, heart starting to pick up from embarrassment. ‘Reaaaal smooth, Nero. Bet Dante would get a kick out of this’, he thinks to himself. Your own face turns red in response, a shy smile on your face.

“You really think so?”

“I know so.” Nero starts, sliding down to be beside you under the covers. “And smart, funny, brave.”

You stare at him with awe, in disbelief that those words left his mouth. Without another breath, you lean to the side where he’s laying and kiss him. It’s a gentle, tentative kiss, but full of meaning and longing. Nero’s brain short-circuits and it takes a second before he returns the kiss. Slow and cautious, your mouths explore this newfound feeling. Without breaking away, Nero rolls on top of you, hands running up your sides. Feelings of excitement and anxiety intermingle in your stomach and you break the kiss to look up at him, eyes wide. Nero returns the look with concern, his hand cupping your face.

“You okay? Did…did I do something wrong?”

“No, I-“, you cut yourself off, building up confidence before speaking again. “I need to tell you something.”

Nero raises his eyebrows, interest piqued. “You know you can tell me anything.”

You gulp and take a deep breath, making sure that this is really happening. You look down at the empty space between the two of you as you speak. “I’ve never gone this far with anyone.” You pause, frowning slightly. “I mean, I’ve messed around but I’ve never actually….slept with anyone before.”

Nero runs a hand over your hair and kisses your forehead sweetly. There’s a clear look of understanding on his face. “Y/N, you don’t have anything to be sorry about. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. And if you don’t wanna do anything now, I won’t hold that against you either.”

“I want to, I’m just nervous.” Your eyes have a vulnerability to them, like you’re already standing there naked in front of him.

“It’s okay to be nervous. Fuck, I’m nervous. But, it’ll be okay, as long as you enjoy it. And if you change your mind or need me to stop, that’s okay, too.”

With his reassurance, you nod and pull him back down to reinstate the kiss. Nero sighs into your mouth, happy to be connected again. You feel his hands snake down to your thighs, running over the exposed skin with light touches. As scared as you were, everything felt right in this moment. Your own shaky hands moved to tug at his shirt to help him out of it. Nero yanks the shirt over his head before reaching to pull down your underwear. He stops and looks up at you, waiting for the green light from you; you give him an eager nod and he proceeds. You feel his fingers brush against your sensitive bud and your breathing hitches in your chest. His fingers move slow, tracing circles into your flesh as his mouth trails sweet kisses to your ear.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

Nero’s soft voice and tender touches elicits a moan from you, almost forgetting to reply to him. You turn to look at him and mumble a ‘yes’ out, hips rocking against his hand. Nero hums in content, moving his fingers to your already wet slit. He toys with the hole for a moment, testing the waters in case you change your mind. By the way you’re sighing and whimpering, he takes it as his sign to go on, pushing in two fingers slowly. Your back arches, jaw dropping silently. Pumping slowly in and out, his strong, slender fingers tease your g-spot. Your hands fly to his shoulders, gripping onto him for support. Minutes go by as your climax builds up, your walls pulsing around his fingers. Before you can warn him of the oncoming wave, his fingers slip out, making you groan in disappointment. He laughs at your noise, slipping off the rest of his clothes.

“Easy, tiger. I got more to give, believe me.”, he chuckles. Leaning down to kiss you once more, he positions himself between your legs. “Ready, pretty girl?”

You nod and smile into his mouth. “Ready.”

Aligning with your slick, Nero pushes into you with a moan of satisfaction. You bury your head in his neck, stifling a cry from being stretched. Nero’s arm comes up to wrap around your head protectively, cradling you in comfort. Once fully in, he stays still to let you adjust to the new feeling. You feel your breathing slow down and you nod again, letting him know it’s okay to move. His cock slips almost completely out of you until he pushes it back in, repeating this until he creates a steady, sensual rhythm. Mewls from you are muffled by how close Nero’s holding you - his free hand hooking under one of your knees to lift you ever so slightly. Over and over, the head of his cock hits that sweet spot and you feel your orgasm start to build back up, ready to satisfy the delay from earlier. The moment feels surreal, considering how many times you’ve dreamt of this moment, and you flex your fingers every now and then to remind yourself it’s really happening.

You look out from your safe place in Nero’s neck and see him above you - eyes shut, mouth ajar, and a sheen layer of sweat making him glisten in the light of the tv still playing. The display from him is what sets you off, knowing that you’re the cause of it. Your core tightens and those familiar electric pulses make your body quiver with pleasure.

“O-oh, god, that feels so good…. I’m gonna…gonna…”

“Let it out, I’ve got you.”

The encouragement from Nero is all you need to let go, a wave of pleasure taking over all of your senses. Your legs shake around Nero and a sound you’ve never heard from yourself before fills the room. Fuelled by your reactions, Nero chases after his own high, fucking into you passionately. Sweat dripping down his face, he looks down at you with an adoring smile before his eyes squeeze shut, followed by a series of whimpers and curses. Your walls milk him free of every drop of seed, the feeling overwhelming for him. You stare up at him in awe, your vision going in and out from your own orgasm.

His thrusts slow to a stop, allowing him to collapse on you. Both of you lay there panting, the heat of your bodies almost overbearing. You run your hand up and down Nero’s back, soothing him through the end of his orgasm. Eventually, Nero lifts his head and gives you a weak kiss, bumping his nose to yours.

“You did great, y/n. Seriously, that was….”

“Amazing.”, you finish for him, a giggle following it.

“Yeah, that.”

Nero pushes himself up and out of you, rolling onto his back beside you. He reaches over and pulls you into his arms, stationing you to lay on his chest. You can hear his heart thumping strongly, beating a lullaby to you.

“Get some rest, beautiful. You’ve earned it after that.”

You start to protest sleep but a yawn betrays you, realizing how warm and safe you feel in Nero’s arms. As minutes pass, your eyes grow heavier and soon close for the night, your breathing deep and slow. Nero’s hands tangle in the strands of your hair, twirling them mindlessly until sleep triumphs over him as well.

[vvampir3s]

☆ One Last Kiss.

✮ pairing:

Stalker!König x fem!Reader

✮ warnings:

stalking, mentions of cnc, brief mention of murder, PLEASE tell me if i missed any 😭.

✮ word count:

1.1k words (sorry for the shortness 🙏).

✮ a/n:

couldn’t stop listening to this song, had to write this! absolutely adore the result, and the first time im posting a drabble/fic?? 🙏.

this is just the first verse!

uhh thats basically it, this was kinda self indulgent but wtv 🤷‍♀️. stalker and slasher könig fics got a chokehold on me atp 🤭.

“Heavy humid night, corner of Park and Main,”

You were sitting on the cold wooden bench, late at night. Dumped by your boyfriend a mere 15 minutes ago, just as you were about to go on a dinner date. Dressed in a short black slip on dress, your favourite navy blue heels, your hair straightened with bouncy curled ends.

Hugging your knees to your chest tight, you silently cried, unbeknownst to the man stalking walking along the park trail towards you. As you sobbed in a ball, you felt and heard the bench creak under someone’s weight, not yours, of course. Someone just sat down next to you, earning a jolt of surprise and gasp from your end.

— “Heard you were crying, ma’am.”

Said the Austrian man with a gruff voice, placing a handkerchief in your small palm. His touch lingered for a brief moment, before pulling away almost sheepishly. Despite his hardened appearance at the moment, his eyes softened upon seeing your teary bloodshot eyes.

He fucking hated seeing you cry. His little taube, no one and nothing deserved her mere breath. He would slaughter the scum who even think to upset her, let alone make her cry. Or maybe, he had already done it.

— “Thank you..?”

You sniffled, feeling yourself burn with shame for crying in a public setting. Alone. At night, in the pouring rain for gods sake. With an obsessive piece of shit following you.

“Cast that first glance, your smile, my veins,”

He thought his heart would burst. Just as you wiped your tears away, cleaned your nose free of snot, you looked to him with a soft, appreciative, painfully angelic smile. He should’ve known what he was getting into. His veins boiling, his heart pounding, his mind racing with a multitude of thoughts, mostly perversions.

— “No problem, mein liebling.”

He said with a small nod, leaning back against the bench. It was silent between the two of you, only the noise of the rain pouring down to fill the void. But you enjoyed it nonetheless, putting your knees back down, crossing a leg over the other, with your hands resting in your lap.

You couldn’t help but look him over, noticing large, muscular beefy build. One of a Greek god at that, really. His black combat boots, large grey hoodie, and black cargo pants. Unfortunately, his face concealed by a sniper hood. He had his sleeves rolled up slightly, his large, somewhat veiny, calloused hands in view for you to ogle at.

“At maximum capacity, blood pumpin' so fast,”

He knew you were staring. God, just the feeling of your eyes on him had him overdosing on pleasure. On one hand, he wanted to take you home, shower you with love and affection, wife you up, have a little family back in Austria, practically domestic you all for himself.

On the other hand… he was fighting back the sickening urge to just take you here and there, lap at you like a starved man, make you gag on his monster of a fucking dick, fill you to the brim with his seed, paint your walls—

All the while you thought you were being sneaky about it, he simply acted oblivious. Believably enough, too.

Snapping out of your trance like state, you were about to call for a taxi to drive you home. Meanwhile, he put his left arm over the top of the back bench, practically wrapping his arm around your shoulders. He rested his arm there, slouching back and spreading his legs out comfortably.

— “What happened, schatz? I’m all yours.”

— “Pardon me, sir?”

Did he just say that? Fuck, it slipped from his tongue. Whatever, act natural. His little liebe is too innocent to see past his ill intentions.

— “I’m all ears.”

Must’ve been your imagination, or the rain messing with your ears. He seemed like a nice man, right?

“My girl, if looks gave heart attacks,”

— “You’ll make fun of me, sir.”

— “I would never, mein kleiner liebling. No need to adress me as sir. Just König.”

You poured out your heart to him. Your shitty boyfriend who just dumped you, left you here to rot after planning a whole date with you, giving you a half-assed apology of “I’m so sorry, I don’t have feelings anymore,” when really, he just got bored of you.

Tears pricking the corners of your eyes, your bottom lip quivering, your eyebrows creasing throughout the whole explanation.

Just one more word about your shitty ex would send you reeling back into a hot mess of sobbing and crying. You couldn’t help it, as the pathetic, naive, and desperate little girl you always have been.

König listened. He nodded along, adding a few words of “I’m sorry about that,” and “You deserve so much more than him, hase.” You knew he was speaking another language, but not sure what he was saying. It sounded sweet and comforting, so you appreciated it nonetheless.

His fucking blood was boiling. Not like before, when he was overheating with lust, love, and pleasure for you. No, now he was fucking pissed.

How your ex used you with his pathetic little 10cm dick, never gave you attention, barely ever looked your way? Slept with other useless dirty whores, all the while you adored him with all you had?

Fuck, he’d treat you so right. He’d fuck you just right as well. The thought of you with him got him hard, whether that be willing or not, friends or foes. He hated himself for the lack of control, but you were an irresistible little thing.

But paired along with that anger, was fear. You loved another man so easily, who was to say another couldn’t just sweep you off your feet? He couldn’t imagine you with another man, hand in hand, kissing, hugging, fucking. It drove him mad. Fucking mad with obsession and possession.

That’s it, he decided. Whoever was to lay a hand on you, speak a word of romantic affection for you, or even think of you romantically, will fucking face his wrath. He was a literal colonel, a fucking beast.

— “I’m so sorry that happened to you, liebste. Say, how about I take you out, a harmless little dinner? To make up for your shitty boyfriend.”

You couldn’t believe it. He was really about to take you out, after hearing your sob story of a ex?

— “I… would love that, really. Thank you so much, König.”

He walked alongside you, listening to you rabble on. He couldn’t get enough of you.

Hearing you say his name was enough, for now. But soon enough, you’ll be mewling his name over and over as he’d pound into you relentlessly, hot tears streaming down your face.

All he had to do now was take you on a little date, take you back to his place, and fuck you dumb.

Ah, after he cleaned up your ex boyfriend’s dead body in the basement of his house. Forgot about that part.

[seeingivy]

fearless 

satoru gojo x f!reader 

in which satoru makes you a little more fearless 

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

an: no one will stop me from writing satoru one shots based on taylor swift songs. no one. 

- 

You watch the manager get in her car, waving her goodbye as you sit on the bench. You pull out your phone, shooting fast text messages to all of your friends. It was time for this godforsaken night to be over. 

satoru. favor pls pls pls. 

beg :P 

i was on a date but i got stood up. i need a ride back home and shoko has night shift :0 

alsoooo….the restaurant closed and i’m kinda standing alone in the rain :( 

wtf. address. omw now. 

faster. im freezing to death as you speak. 

stfu. 

You can feel the rain coming down harder as time goes on and you huddle under the wall of the building. You’re trying to avoid getting wet or contracting hypothermia in the twenty minutes it will take Satoru to get here. 

The rain is…surprisingly refreshing. You can see puddles forming in the divots of the pavement, the glow of the sign overhead reflecting in them. The air smells clean, the streetlights making the entire road glow. If your date had actually showed up, it could make for a very special memory, like the Notebook or the Titanic. You could walk in the rain, hand in hand getting drenched and jumping in the puddles. 

See. This was your problem. You curse your sweet little romantic heart in moments like this. It would kill you one day. The real world is not like your romance novels. Or your favorite movies. Or the songs you love to listen to. 

In the real world, people don’t respond to your texts, they leave you stranded at a restaurant in the middle of a god damn monsoon. People don’t ask you on dates, or spill coffee on you in restaurants, or stay in love with you after years of dating. 

You shake your head, dispelling the thoughts from your mind. You’re not going to think about that tonight. 

You see a car pull into the parking lot and recognize it immediately. The black car has music blaring from it, the front bumper entirely gone. When you told Satoru he needed to get his driving under control since he’s driving two kids around all the time, all he said was “hot girls can’t park” in response. 

Satoru smacks the door shut, an umbrella in his hand. You watch him run over, noting that he was in a fancier outfit than usual. He pulls you under the umbrella, the two of you standing closely underneath it. 

“Well, there’s hardly a point for that now.” you say, looking up at the umbrella. 

“You could have checked the weather forecast and kept an umbrella with you.” 

“Victim blaming is a horrible look on you, Satoru Gojo.” 

He laughs, rolling his eyes as he secures his arm around you, leading you back to the car. 

“I’m glad to see your horrible night has done nothing to kill your attitude problem.” 

You ignore the comment, ducking into the car. It’s nice and toasty, the heater being cranked to the highest setting. Satoru runs to the other side, jumping into the car as well. He backs out of the parking lot, the two of you heading home. The two of you drive in silence for some time, the only sound being Satoru’s music blasting from the stereo. 

“So…you were on a date?” 

“Well, he didn’t come. So no, I wasn’t on a date.” 

“Shut up. You’re so annoying.” 

You smile, putting your hands under your thighs to warm them. 

“But actually. You’re dating again, Y/N?” 

“Trying to. Figured it was time to get back out there and all.” you whisper, the car enveloping in silence again. Your head mulls over the events of the night again. 

You got ready. You took out your nice curling iron, spent an hour on your makeup, and took out your best party dress. All to sit in the restaurant eating the free bread and eating dinner alone. 

“Sometimes, I think I expect too much. I’m too shy to love for real.” 

“What do you mean, Y/N?” 

“I don’t know. I’m not making any sense.” 

“Tell me what comes to mind. I’ll piece it together, yeah?” 

You nod, feeling the blood pulsating in your neck. 

“I just…want love so bad. The real kind. Like throwing pebbles at the window, stereo over your head, running to the airport, dancing in the rain, kind of love. But, I’d never really do that. I’m too scared to say I want that and too much of a coward to actually do it myself. I just wish someone would come around who wanted to do it all with me.” 

Satoru is quiet, his hands still placed on the steering wheel. He doesn’t respond, his jaw clenched. 

“Nevermind. I’m being silly, Satoru.” 

At the sound of your dismissance, he stops the car, pulling it over on the side of the road. You turn your head, confused on why he was stopping in front of a Walgreens that was already closed. 

“Satoru. Why are you stopping?” 

He looks over, his eyes peering into yours. His hand reaches for the stereo, turning the volume all the way up. You’re about to protest but he jumps out of the car before you can. He’s standing outside in the pouring rain, getting drenched. You scoot over to his seat, rolling the window down to talk to him. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you nearly scream, the sound of the rain and the wind obscenely loud. 

“Get out of the car, Y/N!” 

“It’s pouring. And my clothes will get wet.” 

He leans over the side of the car, his veiny hands resting on the window you opened. You look down, the water tracking into the side of his car. You look back up, his eyes boring into yours. You’re unable to place the look in his eyes. 

“Get out. I’m not asking. I want to dance with you, right here and right now.” 

He pushes off the car and extends his hand out, the rain pouring down on him. His hair is a matted mess, his shirt sticking to his torso. Fuck it. You peel off your jacket before joining him in the rain. 

The drops are cold against your bare shoulders, the curls you spent hours doing wilting in the rain. You put your hand in his and smile, the water dripping down both of your faces. He spins you around, holding you against his chest. 

He hands you his phone, placing his head on your shoulder to look at the screen with you. 

“Pick the song, peaches.” 

You turn your head, his lips a few inches from yours. 

“Peaches?” 

“Your shampoo. It smells like peaches.” 

You nod, turning back to scroll through his phone. You can feel his arms snaking around your waist, holding you tight against his back. You pick the first song you can find - Lover by Taylor Swift - and press the button. 

You can hear the opening notes start to blare out of his car. Satoru snatches his phone back from your fingers and spins you back around to face him. His hands readjust to interlock with yours. The two of you take turns spinning each other around and swaying in the rain, the song whistling in the back. Satoru tries to dip you and horribly fails, the two of you nearly tumbling onto the pavement. 

“Okay, maybe I’m not the best at dancing, but the thought is still there.” 

You laugh, your cheeks sore from smiling so hard. You slow down your swaying and press yourself against Satoru, digging your face into the crook of his neck. You feel like your heart is about to burst. You could die right here, in Satoru Gojo’s arms. You feel him slow down at the contact, his hands pressing you even closer into him. 

The two of you sway in silence, enveloped in each other's embrace for what feels like a long time, before you break apart to actually go home. You move first, murmuring how Tsumiki and Megumi were probably worried sick. He responds that they could care less but heads back to the car nonetheless. 

You settle back into the car, the two of you tracking rain all over his seats. As he backs out, he interlocks his fingers with yours, squeezing your fingers twice before driving on. You lean your head against his shoulder, his minty smell overwhelming your nose. 

When he pulls into your driveway, the two of you get out, the rain finally stopping. There are puddles in the pavement as you make your way up the driveway, you and Satoru stomping in them on your way up. You can’t tell if you’re trembling from the cold or from his hand in yours. 

He stops at your porch, turning back over to face you. 

“Did you want to come in? I can find a change of clothes.” you whisper, breaking the silence. 

He shakes his head, grinning at you. 

“Kids are waiting at home with Nanami. I’m sure he’s already pissed at how long I’ve been gone.” 

You smile, nodding at his words. His hair is damp now, lying messily against the top of his forehead. You resist the urge to reach up and touch it. 

You’re not sure what it is, maybe something in the air but…you want to kiss him. You want to kiss Satoru Gojo, right here right now. Drenched from the rain, freezing cold, on your dingy ass porch. 

You ignore the shaking in your hands and swing your hands around his neck, your faces inches away from each other. You can see the hesitance in his eyes, the confusion at what you were doing. 

You close your eyes and lean forward, sincerely hoping he won’t reject you. And just like you wished, he didn’t. His plush lips press against yours, his hands snaking around you to pull you closer. He tastes sweet, the mint you were smelling earlier present on his lips. He breaks apart, pressing soft kisses all over your face - the side of your cheek, the bridge of your nose, the top of your forehead. 

You’re interrupted by Satoru’s phone ringing, Nanami’s contact flashing against the screen. Before Satoru can speak, you shake your head, telling him to head home. He presses another peck to your lips before leaving. 

You lock the door behind you, flicking on the lights as you head up to your room. As you peel out of your soaked dress, you hear a light knocking against your window. 

You look down to find Satoru in your lawn, throwing pebbles at your window. You swing it open, glaring down at him. 

“You’re going to break my window, idiot.”

“You wanted this!” 

“What are you doing?” 

“Dancing in the rain, pebbles on your window, stereo of your head, running to the airport kind of love. I’m the person who wants to do it with you!” 

You pause, taking in his words. You can feel your heart pounding against your chest, realizing what was happening. This idiot was going to be the death of you. 

You throw a shirt on quickly and run back down the stairs, to where Satoru was still standing outside. When you reach him, you grab him by the end of his collar, pulling him down to kiss him again. He freezes at the contact at first before smiling against your mouth and returning your affections. 

The two of you break apart, again, both of you laughing. He rests his forehead against yours, smiling down at you. 

“God.” 

“What, Satoru?” 

“For someone who is supposedly a coward, you’re feeling bold today.” 

You pause. 

“It’s you. You make me fearless.” 

You feel him take your face into his hands, his eyes filled with warmth as he looks down at you. 

“Fearless enough to stand in your lawn with no pants on?” 

You smack the side of his shoulder, before running back into your house. He joins you back at the door, reminding you that he won’t treat you to the best second date ever if you parade in front of your neighbors half naked again. You smack him one more time for good measure, before pressing a kiss to his cheek to say goodbye.

-- 

the satoru as taylor swift series masterlist

[mysouleaten]

' TOKYO REV MASTERLIST '

YOU SEEM TO LET THE TIDE BRING YOU HERE!

ONE SHOTS

late night ride with... kakucho! - kakucho x gn!reader

summary... it's your first time riding a motorbike! and you wanted to spend that first time with kakucho! ... he's very nervous

no title [requested] - baji x gn!reader

summary ... after having a nice dinner with baji and his mother, you start feeling unwell.... BUT baji is there to help!

IM... SPIDERMAN ! - PLATONIC! child! takemichi x older! sibling! reader

summary ... you confess your hidden secret to your baby brother..

WHY YOU!? NOT ME!? - PLATONIC! takemichi x sano!teen! reader

summary... takemichi thought the letter from the philippines was from manjiro sano but instead of him it was his daughter..

so embarrassing... - baji x fem!reader

summary ... baji pointed out his crush to toman but told them not to look.. but they all looked anyway and now he's trying to speed walk away out of embarrassment

ITS GOING TO GET COLD.. - PLATONIC! izana & kakucho x PARENTAL! reader

summary ... izana and kakucho make a promise to their mother, promising to come back home safe and well... one of them didn't get to fulfill that promise

goodie love - kisaki x fem!reader

summary ... kisaki's great at delivering goodies to his girlfriend but... kisaki is awkward at cuddling..

SECRET LOVE!? - souya[angry] x fem!reader

summary ... takemichi and chifuyu stumble across angry...and his girlfriend!?! and smiley doesn't even know about her!?!!!

I JUST WANTED TO KISS YOU... - kakucho x blind!fem!reader

summary ... during a night walk on the bridge you offer kakucho a kiss..

SERIES

raining cats and dogs ! - tokyo rev! cats x gn!reader [on-hold]

summary ... it only started with [name] taking in two strays when they were driving home from work, it was pouring and the two poor strays were soaked! you couldn't leave them… so you took them in

[part two] [part three] [part four] ...

THIEF !! - PLATONIC! pet shop owners! baji, chifuyu and kazutora x teen!reader [on-hold]

summary... [name] has been stealing from a pet shop to feed strays around her home for a while and the pet shop owners are curious about who could be stealing pet food… that only costs one-thousand yen…[name] thinks it's expensive! :(but baji says otherwise!!

[part two] [part three] [part four] [part five] ...

HES MY SON! ..AND YES HIM TOO! - PLATONIC! child! izana, kakucho x PARENTAL FIGURE! reader [on-hold]

summary ... kakucho was getting adopted! .. but that meant he had to leave izana--his king-- behind ... OH! never mind he's coming home with him too!!

[preview] [part two] ...

DOC AND BOSS masterlist - mafia boss! izana x doctor! reader

summary ... finding an injured member of the tenjiku yakuza hiding in an alleyway beside your apartment you decide to help... not knowing he's the one in charge.. and it seems he has a very soft spot for you??

[cheesysoup-arlo]

I’m lonely and it’s raining (Janis ‘Imi’ike x reader)

Fluff- Janis comforts reader(this is really short)

It’s raining. Like a lot and (Y/N) is home alone. Their parents took a trip out of town. (Y/N) hates being alone but hates having to catch up on school work even more so they decide to stay home. It’s almost 2am and their anxiety is going crazy making it almost impossible to sleep. They start crying and panicking. They can’t take being alone anymore so they decide to call their best friend…and long time crush. Hoping for some comfort and to be less lonely. Janis wakes up to her phone ringing. It’s (Y/N). Janis answers immediately, tired and worried because her best friend(who she secretly has a crush on) is calling her at 2 in the morning. “Hello?” says a very groggy Janis. “J, can I come over?” (Y/N) says, sounding as if they’d been crying. “(Y/N), honey have you been crying?” Janis asks more worried and more awake. “…yeah I’m just having a bad night” (Y/N) says sniffling a little. “Do you want me to go pick you up or are you ok to drive?” Janis questions, putting on a hoodie realizing it’s raining. “Can you come pick me up…please” (Y/N) asks softly. “I’ll be there in 8 minutes…maybe 10 because of the rain, ok?” Janis explains. “Mkay…thank you” (Y/N) says feeling a little better knowing they’ll have someone to keep them company. (Y/N) grabs their comfort plush, their keys, and their bag. Puts on some sweatpants and a hoodie after looking out the window and seeing the rain hasn’t stopped. Janis texts (Y/N) letting them know she’s outside. (Y/N) quickly rushes to Janis’ car after making sure they looked the door to their house. “Hi” Janis says softly as (Y/N) gets in. “Hey” (Y/N) says hugging Janis. Janis looks past (Y/N)’s shoulder, “your parents are gone again?” (Y/N) nods slowly pulling away from the hug and looking down at their plush. They head to Janis’ house. “My mom is already asleep but I know she won’t mind you being over she loves you” Janis says glancing over at (Y/N) but keeping most of her focus on the road. (Y/N) lets out a small laugh. “Your mom is so nice” (Y/N) says sounding more relaxed than they were on the phone. Janis is relieved to hear (Y/N) sounding less sad as the pull into Janis’ drive way. They both grab their things and head inside, up to Janis room. Janis flicks on the light to her room taking off her shoes and hoodie. As she takes off her hoodie it lifts her shirt slightly, exposing her stomach. (Y/N)’s gaze drifts to Janis’ stomach unintentionally, admiring her before quickly snapping out of their daydream quickly removing their shoes and hoodie. (Y/N) hopes Janis didn’t notice but she most certainly did and was trying to hide the light cast of red that now appears warmly on her cheeks. “Wanna watch a movie or are you too tired?” Janis questioned trying to distract herself from the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “Um could we watch a movie?” (Y/N) asked. “Yeah sure, Disney?” Janis said getting into her bed with her laptop patting the spot next to her for (Y/N). (Y/N) nodded and sat next to Janis getting under the blanket. The two of them watched the movie slowly getting closer with each scoot or readjustment to the point were they were almost cuddling. (Y/N) notices this and gets butterflies in their stomach, looking up at Janis and studying her features they movie was no longer on their mind as they admired Janis’ beauty. Janis felt their gaze and turned making eye contact with (Y/N). They both blushed. (Y/N) looked down at Janis’ lips and that’s all it took for her to pull (Y/N) into a gentle kiss. (Y/N) melted into the kiss. They pulled apart for air. “Woah” (Y/N) said breathlessly “woah” Janis repeated equally as breathless. “um I thyink I like you as more than a friend” (Y/N) said. “Oh come here you dork” Janis says pulling in (Y/N) for another kiss. “I’m really glad I came over” (Y/N) giggled. “Im glad you called” said Janis smirking and pulling (Y/N) in closer. “Yay cuddle time” (Y/N) snuggles into Janis.

“Um, (Y/N) what does this mean for us now? Like are we just friends who kiss or…? Janis asks hoping (Y/N) will say something else. (Y/N) leans up and kisses Janis very passionately then pulls away. “I think I want you to be my girlfriend if that’s ok with you” (Y/N) says hopefully. “Yes absolutely yes” Janis says kissing (Y/N) on the forehead “now get some rest baby, I’m here you’re not alone anymore, I’m always gonna be here.” When Janis says this (Y/N)’s heart melts. “Good night J…I love you” (Y/N) mumbles sleepily into Janis’ neck. “Good night (nickname) I love you too” Janis says blushing. They fall asleep, limbs tangled together. (Y/N) felt so safe and comfortable they could get used to having a girlfriend.

AN-Hey y’all I really hope you enjoyed this. this is my first ever thing I’ve written so I would love some feedback.

[viandclintbarton-supremacy]

Pain That Shines Bright (Crimson Mask Chapter 3)

Warning: Swearing and Panic attacks

You smile faintly as you heard the sound of rain hitting the car window. It was a therapeutic sound that let you sink into your cover, you were currently wrapped up in a cover lying down in the backseat of a car. You looked at the car window from where you laid, seeing the rain hit the window and the grey cloud filled sky.

You were back in England, You didn't have to return to Barcelona for a couple weeks thanks to Giráldez. He wanted to have you fully recovered and ease yourself back in. So you decided to go back to London and stay with Fran Kirby, your old teammate and old roommate. but she wouldn't be able to pick you up from the airport so you would be picked up by two other old friends of yours

"Your alive back there?" You hear a from a certain Yorkie who is in the driving seat driving seat

"Nope" you nonchalantly said in effort to make banter "Uh no Beth, our child is in a coma" You hear the Dutch native say from the passenger seat. "What a shame Vivi" The driver said sarcastically. "I'm just gonna use your water to spray it on the child to be sure, ok Beth?

"IM UP!" You say sitting up to avoid being attacked by Vivianne Miedema who was holding Beth Mead's water bottle about to spray you before laughing at your reaction. You rubbed your face "How long till we hit your place?" You said looking at the houses of london fly by as you drove past them. "About two minutes, F/N" You hear Beth say.

You didn't have a house in England since you moved to Spain but in efforts to get away and recover.....and avoid Lucy and Kiera. You contacted Beth asking her if there was any hotels around her area to which she responded to telling you, you would be staying with Her and Vivianne. You tried to protest but they made good points. Them being having a place to stay, being looked after by 2 people you know and because they said so. You did feel bad about staying with them as Beth just recovered from her injury and Vivianne only just started to train again.

"I missed the rain" you said looking out the window "Wow you really did hit your head- Ow" you gave a light huff of laughter as you flicked Vivianne's ear making Beth giggle as you felt the car pull to a stop. You shake your head with a little smirk as you looked at you reflection in the window. Looking at the scar on your head. Lightly touching it

"Honey we're home" She said turning to Vivi with a grin leading you and Vivi to roll your eyes.

As you drop your stuff in the living room, Vivi switched on the tv and sat down whilst Beth showed you around the place. She would lead you to the guest room, A nice room with a window and a cozy looking bed. You dropped your bags into the corner and place your phone on charged as Beth got your suitcase and put it in the room. "Thanks Beth, you didn't have too" you said sitting down on the bed feeling the soft material of the bed cover.

"Are you sure you are okay Y/N?" you hear Beth say in a concerned voice. You were a thrown off by the tone of her voice, You never heard her speak in that tone before as she closed the door behind her. You sighed. "I'm fine"

"F/N" Beth would say as she sat next to you "What happened that night, its clear it has affected you. It would fuck up anyone going through that" you looked down, you would then feel her hand on your shoulder. "I know you have been ignoring their calls and messages" you let out a shaky breath as, Kiera, Lucy and Bright's faces flashed before your eyes. The night replaying in your head as you touched the scar that was healed but visible. You felt Beth pull you towards her and rested her chin on the back of your shoulder as she rubbed your back again. You breathed and began to speak

"Its just been hard Beth, I just freeze. I want to talk to them but at the same time I don't. And every time I think of them I just see it all over..." You felt tears coming through and you voice breaking "all over again. and then." Anger started to build "I just feeling this hatred in me. I start to 𝙃𝙖𝙩𝙚 them for what they did." Beth would frown sadly, she was thrown off by the tone of your voice "Kiera treating me like that!?, Lucy treating me like some thug and............𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩" Beth eyes widened at the venom from your voice and also calling Millie by her last name before cupping your face to look at her "Listen to me Y/N. Do not let emotions take over your mind, you are better then that. What happened as happened. You are here with me and Vi, You are safe, All patched up and moving like before. Remember what you always say? Always look on the bright side of life right?" You felt the anger go away replaced with sad emotions as you nodded to Beth as she would embrace you and you would hug back tightly. Unknown to you Vivi was listening and felt her heart break at your confession of anger and what you must be going through. You were never a hateful person, you always were respectful to others and wore your heart on your sleeve. Worry would build in her as she the North West London Derby was tomorrow, you would be going to watch and then stay at Kirby's house. The worry wasn't on that. It was on what happens if you and Bright cross paths at Stamford Bridge that worried the Dutch striker.

The day would turn into a day of banter and laughs as you guys enjoyed a night of eating and watching tv before turning to bed for the night hoping to get as much rest as you could before the long day tomorrow.

*Crowd cheers*

Your ears perked up at the sudden noise, looking away from your phone you looked to the screen to see your face on with a nameplate saying "F/N L/N. Former Chelsea player. FA CUP and WSL winner" You smiled and waved at the camera recording you as the crowd started to chant

"WE LOVE YOU L/N WE DO, WE LOVE YOU L/N WE, WE LOVE YOU L/N WE DO, OOH L/N WE LOVE YOU" your heart swirled with love as you couldn't help but laugh and smile at the Chelsea fans antics. It was a big day, The North London Derby at Stamford Bridge. you played in your fair share and it was always an experience.

"L/N can you sign my kids shirts please, we understand if you don't want too. You looked down below you to see a father with his boy and girl with star struck eyes. You grabbed a pen from you pocket as you were always prepared. "THROW THEM UP" you said and the man smiled and throw the shirts up, you grabbed one and missed one leading to the crowd to cheer "WAAAAAAAAAAY" at your disposal, you played up to the antics shaking your head at them in a mock disapproval fashion. The second you would grab the top to the crowd cheering. You sighed the tops and carefully dropped the shirts to the two kids who made you smile and hoped it could inspire them in some way. The crowd clapping at the noble gesture, you smiled before sitting down.

You missed the energy of the crowd and the interactions you had with them

As the day went on both team would come out and the game would kick off. You were watching and analysing the game, you would watch the plays and tactics being used, every time you saw Bright you would look down and scratch your head. The game was intense as it should be in the North West London Derby. The game would end in a eventful 2-1 win to Chelsea.

You left the box and headed towards where Beth and Vivi was going to meet you so you could get your bags. The excitement of the match and crowed leaving your body slowly as you walked down the familiar hall that you used to walk when you were a Chelsea player. You would turn the corner.

"Oof"

"Oh Sorry about th-"

Bright

You just bumped into the one person you wanted to avoid, you felt your voice caught in your throat. Millie looked you up and down like she just saw a ghost. Your heartbeat began to quicken. You felt her eyes burn onto your scar as she starred at it.

"oh Y/N" Bright said like a mother who found their long lost child as she walked towards. You stood still eyes widen and the world slowed down and you felt her strong arms wrap around you and place a hand on the back of your head. Your chest became tight feeling like you were going to suffocate as sweat drew from your palms and head.

Bright buried her face into your shoulder mumbling sorrys and tear making your shoulder wet but it drowned out as thoughts rapidly invaded your mind

S̸͚̒h̵̡̑ë̷̖́ ̶̢̀į̸̛s̸̺̽ ̷̡̓g̶̩͝o̶̺͠i̵̟̕n̴̦̔g̷̲̋ ̵̫̃t̸̺̒o̸̪͝ ̸̢̎ẖ̶͐ǘ̵͇ŕ̷͙t̷̻̀ ̵̢͗y̷̮̋ǫ̶̚u̴̢

D̸̛̻̰͓̐o̵͖̯̰͒n̴̠͠'̸̠̰̍t̴̻̗́̀͜ ̸͉͒͛ṭ̴̳̉̔͘r̵̮̋͠û̷̥͜s̵̹͍̼̄ţ̵͘ ̴̜̪̐h̶̙̍̍e̴͎̍͊̎r̶͖͑̇͠ ̴̡͔̄͠

S̴̯̄h̷̤̓e̷̝͆ ̶̠̊ȅ̸̻n̸̄͜j̸̼̾o̶͎͋y̷̜͠ṡ̶̥ ̸̹̀y̷͊ͅo̷̬̍u̴͉͂ṟ̴̾ ̷̪͐p̸̙̍a̴͕͊ḯ̸̝ṅ̷͉ ̸͇̔

You squeezed your eyes shut trying to not listen to these stupid thoughts. That's not her, you think as your body temperature send hot flashes over your body as you started to hear a ringing noise

You somehow feel your body shake and feel a pair of arms grab you. It was a blur at first but you felt hands on your cheeks. You heard loud noise as the ringing noises continued but it all drowned out as you heard a voice call to you, You were slowly and gently pushed down into a sitting positioning against a wall.

"F/- I - me" You hear the voice start to get cleary

You open your eyes though blurry at first you find yourself looking into the eyes of Beth. "F/N its me Beth, I'm here" You tried to calm down with Beth but it was still there

"ARE YOU STUPID, YOU THINK THEYYOU WOULD WANT YOU AROUND AFTER WHAT YOU DID" The room still spinning you looked towards the voice and saw Vivi push Bright

"DON'T PUSH ME FOCKING BITCH, I HAVE KNOWN THEM LONGER THEN YOU" Bright pushed the Dutch girl nearly off her feet as Beth had to spring into action and stop the two from fighting.

You couldn't take it

Couldn't breath

Couldn't think

Couldn't speak

Couldn't talk

But you could run

You ran from the scene without the trio noticing, The loud shouts disappearing as you got further and further away as the ringing sound came back and you still felt hot, the hallway looking it turned to its sides and back. The world didn't stop spinning. You ran and ran until you felt nauseous and just collapse to your knees and dry heave.

Back in the hallway, Beth realizing that you had disappeared, called out for you, their worry evident in their her voices.

Beth would go on a short rant at both of them before ending it with

"WE ARE FOR F/N, SO ACT LIKE THIER FRIEND AND STOP BEING LIKE CHILDREN!"

The duo looked down in shame. Not only did the always jokester Beth tear them a new one but they caused you distress and made you run away. The two reconciled before they planned the next move, Beth's phone would ping with a message

There you were on all fours

all alone

crying

struggling to breath

dry heaving

why did this happen, why are you so scared, why did this have to be like this. you thought as the tears formed a small puddle in font of you

You felt someone place a hand on your back and filched until you heard the voice

"Breath in" You breathed in at the voices request "1,2,3,4 and out" You let out the shaky breath and felt the nausea go away "In" You breath in "1,2,3,4,5,6,7 and out" You breath out letting the the weight off your shoulders and spinning stop. You would repeat the circle untill your breathing pattern was normal

"There we go" You sat up on your knees slowly and turn to the voice "Thanks Fran" you gave a little smile to your old roommate. She rubbed your back with a smile "No problem, Don't rush yourself. Take your time" She said carefully as she held you hand as you slowly stood up with her. "Its like old times" You said with a sad laugh, You would feel Fran ruffle your hair "Never change F/N" You hugged her and she returned it.

Fran was always the one who supported you throughout your time in Chelsea and was the one would calm you down if things got hard. She became a older sister to you and had a protective nature over you

"When do i get my hug Youngblood?" You turned to see your old teammate "Come ere kerr" You smiled as you opened your arms to the aussie who gave you a big hug "Missed ya F/N" after a embrace. You felt her move a hair out of your face and she looked at your scar "Looking like a warrior Youngblood" You smiled and shrugged "Guess i can finally handle the wild of Australia" Sam eyed rolled before she placed an arm around your shoulder "Come on Fran lets clean up this annoying brat" You chuckled and wrapped your arm around hers as Fran who was on her phone looked up before putting it away and smiling "Lets" as she joined the you two

Beth received a message from Fran about you and decided to send Vivi to collect your bags and bring them to you and Fran.

Beth couldn't help but look at Bright who was in her own world. She could see the regret and pain in Bright's eyes and the burden she carried from that night. Taking Bright's hand in her own, Beth began, "Millie, I know this hasn't been easy on you. It was a traumatic.....fucked up experience for all involved, but especially for F/N."

Bright nodded, her voice shaky as she began to explain. "I just can't get that image out of my head, Beth. Seeing F/N's bloody face... it haunts me. I never wanted to hurt them like that and I didn't even realize what had happened until it was too late." Beth made Bright look at her

"It was an accident. and we all know that you didn't intend for any of this to happen. F/N knows it too." Bright's eyes showed tears "But you saw how they reacted. I just wanted to say sorry. I tried to be calm but I hadn't seen them since that night and they haven't replied to any of my calls and messages. When I saw them I just lost it and went on auto pilot." She looked away shaking her head "I caused all of this"

Beth nodded in understanding. "It's only natural to feel this way Millie. But you also gave to remember that accidents can happen in this game F/N wouldn't want you to carry this burden. They are a strong person and They know deep down inside knows you didn't mean to hurt them." Beth pit a reassuring hand on Bright's back

Millie let out a sigh, her shoulders slumping as she tried to release some of the weight she had been carrying. "I hope you're right Beth. I just need to find a way to move past this and support F/N by giving them time."

Beth smiled warmly, appreciating Millie's willingness to make this right. "You will, Millie. We all will. F/N is our friend and they needs us right now. Let's give em the time and space to heal, physically and emotionally aye?" You hugged Vivi goodbye as you turned to enter Frans car. You breathed in and out relaxing into the seat as fran blasted the heater on making it all warm and cosy. As you pulled out the parking lot, You looked at the stadium with a smile thinking of the memories, Winning the league, All the goals scored, the times with teammates. Time with Bright. *Beep Beep* You look to Fran's side of the car and look at the car that beeped to see a wild Sam Kerr and Erin waving goodbye in their own car. You and Fran waved before you showed a middle finger only to receive one from the Scotswomen. You missed the antics you guys would have. Fran would drive away from the trio "McDonalds or KFC?" "Hmmm" You pondered, knowing you and Fran gonna have a good night as Sam promised to come stay over at Frans also. "I am gonna pick......." Meanwhile Beth sat in her car waiting for Vivi starring at a contact in her phone. She was in deep thought before the door open to reveal Vivi. She put her phone away and gave her a quick peck waiting for Vivi to get the seatbelt on. As she would drove she couldn't help but wonder if she made the right move just moments ago. Was the message she sent the right move Was it right to warn Lucy and Kiera of how you might react when you meet them back in Barcelona? Part 3 End Well you gotta find out in the next part MWAHAHAHAHAH Honestly I am so surprised on how this series is doing and the amount of reader liking it. I hope this lives up to your expectations. i will try my best for the future parts As always please tell me what you think, what is your fav part of the story, fav person we have met so far, what do you think is gonna happen now that Beth has warned Wonze

[badkitty3000]

can u do a five fanfic where he saves vivi from smth/someone. like “kill for ur love” sorta trope. idk if you’ve alr done im only on #3 of halo but pls its a need

No Escape

Five is forced into assassin mode when Vivian is put in danger by another Commission agent. He must not be very smart, though, because no one in their right mind would dare lay a hand on Five's girl.

Thank you so much for this request! I love writing anything with these two and this was a great subject that I hadn't done before. I hope I did ok! 😊

Words: 8,045

Warnings: blood, violence, Five being a badass but also a softy, smut at the end but can be skipped and it won't affect the story at all

As an aside: this story is meant to take place at some point during my AU series Halo on AO3, when Five and Vivian are not yet married and he is working for the Commission. If you like this pairing, you can check out more (lots more!) here. Also, here is a link to my Master List posts on Tumblr.

And a big shout out to my homie @kaybreezy3000 who was a major help with this one, and did the super sexy cover art!

Five tried to swallow down his rising panic as he sped through the city’s dark and empty streets. The heavy rain battered down onto the roof of the car and the tires sent up a spectacular spray of water every time he screeched around a corner. He didn’t care if he was driving one hundred miles an hour over the city streets or running red lights. His foot stepped harder down on the accelerator. If a cop tried to stop him, they’d have to shoot out his tires first. Even then, he wouldn’t stop. With his heart hammering away in his chest and his hands gripping the steering wheel, he glanced over at the handgun lying on the passenger seat where he had thrown it. A flash of lightning illuminated his face for a brief moment, and he saw his eyes reflected back at him in the rearview mirror. They looked like his normal emerald-colored eyes but with one major difference. These eyes belonged to a man who was desperate and seething with rage.

He had known something was off as soon as he had come home that night. Viv always left the light on in the living room for him, no matter how late he was going to be. And most times she didn’t even know when he was coming back, but she left it on all night long, just in case. So, when he had teleported into their apartment earlier and it was dark, Five was immediately suspicious.

He had called her name, but there was no answer and he didn’t hear her in any of the rooms. The place wasn’t that big, so it’s not like she wouldn’t have heard him. But he checked the bedroom and the bathroom. Both were dark, with no signs of her anywhere. When he walked into the kitchen, though, and snapped on the light, he knew something was very wrong.

There, in the middle of the tile floor, was a large pool of amber-colored liquid, surrounded by hundreds of glass shards. One of the kitchen chairs had been turned over and was lying on its side.

Five called her name again, as if she would appear out of some secret panel in the wall, carrying a broom and laughing at herself for being so clumsy. But, of course, that didn’t happen and the only sound was the echo of his own voice bouncing off the kitchen walls.

He crouched down next to the spill and the broken glass. The floor was sticky and the whole room smelled like whiskey. Most of the glass was clear with no markings, but one large chunk of it still had a label attached. When Five reached out with a trembling hand to pick it up, he held it closer to read the print. He recognized it immediately. This was not the normal liquor they kept in the house, and it would have been impossible for Vivian to have even acquired it on her own. Not unless the local corner store had come across a rare shipment of whiskey that hadn’t been distilled since 1865.

Five stared at the piece of broken glass in his hand, trying to wrap his head around what he was gradually piecing together. When he looked up at the kitchen table, he saw Viv’s phone lying there, which did nothing to quell the growing sense of dread in his stomach. He stood and picked it up, the movement making it come to life and flashing a photo of the two of them that she kept as her home screen. That’s when he noticed the smear of blood across the screen.

His eyes darted from the phone to the overturned chair, to the broken bottle and spilled ancient whiskey and his heart sank.

“Vivie,” he said in a horrified whisper.

She was gone and he knew who had her. Why, he had no idea, but wherever she was, she would be scared and maybe hurt; or worse. Five forced the gruesome horror scenes from his mind. It wasn’t going to do him any good to crack up now. He needed to focus on finding her and he needed to do it fast. There was no telling what this fucking psycho was capable of. And if Five found out she had been hurt in any way whatsoever, one thing was for damn sure. God help the man who was responsible.

When Vivian heard the knock on the door, she figured it was the older lady from two doors down. Ever since Five had moved in, the woman had been making herself much more present around their apartment; always stopping by with plates of cookies or a scarf she just happened to have knitted. She never seemed particularly interested in talking to Viv, but if Five was around, she had endless amounts of time to stay and chit-chat. Not that he even pretended to be remotely interested, but she ate up every terse smile and head nod, apparently taking them as signs she should come over more often. Viv had no doubt the woman, who was technically closer to Five’s age than her own, wished Viv would suddenly disappear in some sort of tragic accident so she could swoop in and make her move.

Viv rolled her eyes and smiled as she headed for the door. “Sorry, Betty,” she started as she opened the door. “Five’s not home right n—oh!” Viv stopped when she saw it wasn’t Five’s old lady girlfriend, but rather a man she did not recognize. “I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else. Can I help you?”

The man was taller than Viv, but his build was a little on the scrawny side, with thinning brown hair that was combed to the side and a pockmarked face. His gray suit pants looked too baggy for his frame and were cinched at the waist with a belt, as if they had fit him at one time when he had more weight on him. The white dress shirt he had on was wrinkled and a shabby-looking trench coat hung loosely around his wiry frame.

“Oh…sorry,” the man said slowly and Viv could see he was most likely drunk. “I’m looking for Five Hargreeves? Does he live here?”

Considering she had no idea who this man was and the fact that he was asking about Five had her immediately on edge. It’s not as if Five had friends stopping over. Or had friends, period, for that matter.

Viv crossed her arms over her chest. “And who, may I ask, wants to know?”

The man laughed and ran a hand through his sparse hair, holding out a hand for her to shake. “Right, sorry. I’m Sam. I work with Five.”

Viv hesitated but accepted his handshake. “I’m sorry, you said you work with Five?”

She knew better than to just give up any information about Five’s work, and she was highly skeptical of this man’s claim. For one, Five worked for the Commission and it’s not as if that was the accounting office down the street. They were a highly secretive time-traveling operative filled with dangerous assassins. For another, Five never talked about anyone he worked with. Unless they were pissing him off in a particular way that day. So, to have this man she’d never heard of before showing up at their door and knowing Five lived there was a major red flag.

Sam ran a shaky hand through his hair again, looking embarrassed. “Yeah. I’m sure you don’t have many of us stopping by unannounced, do you?”

“And by ‘us’ you mean…”

The man gave a sheepish smile and then pointed at the ground near his feet. Viv looked down and saw the familiar black briefcase she knew Five and all of the other agents at the Commission used for getting around. It would have been nearly impossible for anyone else to have one, so this guy must have been who he said he was. It put her a little more at ease, but not totally.

Viv nodded. “So, what can I help you with? I’m afraid Five isn’t home right now.”

The man’s face fell a little. “Oh, really? That’s too bad. I don’t have much time, but I wanted to bring him by this bottle of whiskey I know he likes.” He held up a very old looking bottle of some kind of brown alcohol. The label looked old-fashioned, yet brand new. It was also only half-full, presumably the remains of what Sam had already drunk. Viv wasn’t familiar with the name on the label, either, and she was fairly certain she knew all of Five’s preferred drink choices.

“We shared a couple of glasses of it a while back, so I picked up some more on my last mission and figured I’d bring it by,” Sam explained. Seeing Viv’s dubious face, he continued. “It hasn’t been made since the 1860s, and technically we aren’t supposed to take things back across timelines, but I figured one little bottle of whiskey wouldn’t make the whole world collapse, right?”

He laughed at his own joke and Viv could see he actually had a nice and genuine smile, even if he was a bit tipsy. His story seemed legit, although it was still weird that Five had never mentioned him to her at all. Although now that she thought about it, he didn’t really tell her much at all about the Commission; for both of their sakes. For all she knew, maybe he had a boatload of friends down there. Maybe he was the life of the party.

She gave him a smile, softening up a little. “No, the world seems to still be in one piece. And don’t worry, I won’t tell. Five once brought me back a bottle of perfume from 1923 Paris, so I think we’re safe.”

He chuckled and then they both stood there awkwardly until he cleared his throat. “Well, just tell him I stopped by, I guess.”

Seeing his disappointed face made Viv feel sorry for him, especially when she saw that it had started to rain. He looked so sad and pathetic standing there in his baggy clothes, drunk on Old West whiskey, and seemingly lonely. She wasn’t sure why, but something about him tugged at her heartstrings and she didn’t want to leave him alone in the rain.

“Why don’t you come in? Five should be home soon, you can wait for him if you’d like.”

“Oh, I don’t want to be too much trouble.”

“No, no, really, I insist. Come on in. I’m Vivian, by the way; Five’s girlfriend.”

Sam followed her inside and she shut the door behind them. She then led him into the kitchen, where she offered him a seat at the table. He sat down heavily, almost missing the chair entirely in his altered state, leaving the black briefcase next to him on the floor.

“This is a really nice place you have here,” he marveled as he glanced around their simple kitchen.

Viv looked surprised. “Really? Well, thank you, but it’s not much. There weren’t too many apartments in the area that I could afford at the time I moved in.”

“So, you lived here first and Five moved in with you?”

“Yeah,” she said with a laugh. “We met, fell in love, and he moved in here. I was never intending on having a roommate, but you never know what life will bring, right?”

Sam looked at her with an odd expression; one that Viv wasn’t sure how to interpret.

“And life brought you Number Five, the assassin, huh?” he asked.

That was a weird question and Viv hesitated for a moment. “Uh…yeah, I guess it did.”

“You know, Five never mentioned you when we shared that whiskey,” Sam said; his eyes seeming to harden just a little. “He also said he lived in a shit hole place, all alone. But this is definitely not a shit hole and he clearly isn’t alone.”

Viv swallowed nervously. “Well, that was probably before we met. He was kind of a loner before that.”

Sam gave a low chuckle and he looked around the kitchen again, seeming to take in his surroundings in detail and soaking it all up. Then he was back to eyeing Viv up. He still had the same friendly smile on his face, but she could see something about it had changed.

“Aren’t we all,” he mumbled. “He’s a lucky guy, though. Ending up with someone as pretty as you.”

Vivian shifted in her seat and cleared her throat. “Um, oh. Thank you.”

It was quickly becoming clear that inviting this man in had not been a good idea. Viv cursed herself for having such a bleeding heart sometimes. She should have followed her initial instinct about him. She just hoped Five would be home soon.

Trying to change the subject, Viv pointed to the bottle on the table. “So, you said you and Five spent some time together at the Commission? Five’s not exactly everyone’s cup of tea, so how did that come about?”

Sam leaned back in his chair and crossed one leg of the other. “Well, you’re right about that. Five is not exactly Mr. Friendly, at least around there. But he must have been in a good mood one day and decided to sit and chat with me. Although, maybe the whiskey was more of the motivator. Anyway, once we got to talking, we realized we had a lot in common.”

“Like what?”

“Well, we both ended up working for the Commission out of necessity rather than desire, but I won’t bore you with those details about myself. He was kind of a loner like you said, and so am I. And I could tell he had a lot of hostility towards most of the world. He knew the unfairness of life and how some people have it good and some don’t. That’s just the way it goes. Unfortunately, he and I got dealt one of life’s shitty hands and had been living with it our whole lives.” Sam stopped and looked at Vivian, again with that weird look in his eyes. “At least, until he met you, apparently. Now he seems to have the good life; coming home to this nice place with you waiting for him, while I’m stuck in my piece of shit house eating microwave dinners for one every night. That is, when I’m not putting a bullet in some poor bastard’s head.”

He chuckled at that and Vivian attempted a smile. This man was appearing to become more unhinged by the minute and she wasn’t sure how to keep up this conversation anymore.

“I know doing what you do, and for whom, can be extremely hard and I’m sorry. But I’m sure things will change for you. Everyone deserves to be happy, and to have love.”

Sam stared at her with unfocused eyes as he processed her words. Viv could see the wheels turning in his head and she suddenly felt very much in danger. Why had she let this guy in their home? The hairs on the backs of her arms stood up.

“Yeah, you’re right about that,” Sam said slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Maybe I’d be happy, too, if I had someone like you to come home to every day. Someone young and pretty to take care of me.”

The tone of his voice and look in his eyes were dangerous, and Viv instinctively began to stand up and back away. “You know, you’re making me a little uncomfortable. I think you should leave.”

Despite his unsteadiness from the booze, Sam was quick. The kitchen chair he had been sitting in fell over with a loud bang as he sprang up, grabbing her arm in the process.

“I’m sorry,” he said, eyes wide. “Please. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Viv tried to pull her arm away. “Let go of me!”

“Please, just sit back down. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“You are hurting me! Let go of my arm!” she cried as she desperately tried to free herself from his grasp.

He took hold of her with his other hand so that he was firmly gripping her by both her upper arms with surprising strength. Shaking her, he yelled in her face. “I am not hurting you! Just stop! Stop and listen!”

“No! Let me go!” she yelled back, struggling against him and trying to kick at his shins or anywhere else she could reach.

“Stop doing that, or else…” he hissed.

“Or else what? If you think Five’s not going to lose his fucking mind when he finds out you grabbed me like this, then you’re even crazier than I thought.”

“I AM NOT CRAZY! DON’T CALL ME CRAZY!” he screamed; his face contorted with fury.

Viv flinched and she started struggling harder. That’s when she saw Sam’s eyes move off of her and down to the ground near where he had been sitting. A white-hot panic started to rise up inside of her when she realized what he was looking at. The briefcase.

She couldn’t let him get to it. Not when he also had ahold of her. There was no telling where or when she would end up. With all of her strength, her adrenaline pumping, Viv fought as hard as she could against him. Kicking and pulling, she managed to yank him off balance, causing him to knock into the kitchen table, upsetting the bottle of whiskey and sending it tumbling to the ground. They continued to fight against one another, their shoes crunching in the broken glass.

When Viv lost her balance, she managed to free one of her hands, catching herself on the way down. Her hand landed on a piece of glass, the sharp edge slicing into her palm. With a last-ditch effort, she tried to reach out and grab her phone off of the table. At the same time, Sam reached for the briefcase. Viv watched in horror as she saw his hand latch onto the handle at the same time that she felt her fingers slipping across the screen of her phone. Then she felt the familiar feeling of being sucked into nothingness, her stomach lurching, as they both disappeared in a flash of light.

It was a miracle that Five even remembered what street Sam lived on. He had only mentioned it once, during a drunken conversation one night as they both slugged down the gasoline passing as whiskey in the Commission break room. Five had remembered because it was about a block away from where he used to live; before he met Vivian. It was in a shit part of town, but that would actually play to his advantage now. It was less likely anyone would pay attention to gunshots or other signs of violence when you’re already in a crime-filled neighborhood. Not that Five didn’t know how to cover his tracks. He was a professional, after all.

The fact that he wasn’t sure which run-down house was Sam’s posed a problem, along with the fact that he could have taken Viv anywhere and to any time. If that were the case, he was going to have to go to more extreme measures to get her back, including breaking Commission protocol. Which he was more than willing to do.

But as he drove slowly up the street with his headlights off, Five was granted a small amount of luck. A light was on inside one of the houses and Five could see clearly into the front window. On a table in the living room was the briefcase. He didn’t see Sam or Viv inside, but it was most definitely a Commission issued case.

“I’ve got you now, you piece of shit,” Five mumbled out loud as he parked the car a few houses down.

The rain was coming down hard and Five was soaked through in a matter of seconds as he hurried down the uneven sidewalk, his shoes splashing through the puddles. He didn’t want to risk being seen by blinking out in the open, so he waited until he was standing on the front porch of Sam’s house. The rain leaked down through the cracks in the rotting awning above him. After another quick peek inside the window, and seeing no one in the front room, Five teleported inside.

He took a second to take in his surroundings. Resisting the urge to call out for Viv, he remained silent and started making his way toward what he assumed would be the kitchen, his Glock held firmly in his left hand. There was no one there, but on top of a wooden cutting board on the worn and peeling countertop, was a meat cleaver. It caught Five’s eye, and since he is never one to turn down the convenience of a sharp weapon up for grabs, he left the kitchen with his gun in one hand and the cleaver in the other.

Five passed by a small, empty bathroom, and then came to a bedroom at the end of the hall. The door was closed and when he tried the handle, it was locked. The door was old and flimsy looking, so he didn’t hesitate to give one strong kick, cracking the wooden frame and splintering the door so that it swung open. As soon as he saw her, he felt immediate relief and horror wash over him.

“Vivian!” he cried, forgetting all of his training and not surveilling the rest of the room first. If he had been watching someone else doing the exact same thing, he would have told them they were brain-dead and lacked critical thinking skills. It was such a rookie move. But his emotions had taken over and he only saw her.

Viv was tied up to a wooden chair, arms behind her, with a blindfold over her eyes and a piece of duct tape over her mouth. She was frantically mumbling something when she heard Five’s voice, but it was unintelligible from behind the tape.

“Shit,” Five whispered as he hurried over, kneeling down in front of her, and placing the gun and knife on the ground. He immediately started to undo the blindfold. “Oh my god, Vivie, I’m so sorry. It’s ok, I’m here. I’m going to get you out of here,” he was saying as he yanked it away from her eyes.

Viv blinked into the sudden brightness, but then her eyes widened in fear as she looked at Five. Five assumed it was from shock and he continued to talk to her and assure her it would be ok as he carefully stripped the tape away from her mouth.

“I’ve got you, angel, don’t worry,” he said, right as he freed her mouth and she took a deep breath in.

“Five! Behind you!”

Five turned around, just in time to see Sam emerging from the bedroom closet with a wild look in his eyes. In his hand he had some sort of small device and he was coming their way. Five tried to grab one of his weapons off the floor next to him, but it was too late. Sam was quicker, and before he knew what was happening, Five fell to the floor in a heap; convulsing violently as electrical currents traveled throughout his entire body.

The stun gun Sam used was a standard-issued weapon from his employer and was given to every field agent, along with a Glock. The electrical charge from these particular guns were much stronger than what any modern-day policeman or SWAT member carried. Word around the halls was that it once took down a full-size grizzly bear with one zap. Sam wasn’t letting up on the trigger as he leaned over Five’s body, pressing the device into the back of his neck and watching with satisfaction as he was electrocuted over and over again.

Because Five was soaked through from the rain, the electrical shock was amplified as it continued in an endless loop through his body while he writhed and groaned on the floor. Five let out a grating cry, his body flickering with a pulsing blue light as he tried to use his own electrical power to counter the attack, but he wasn’t strong enough. Viv watched in horror as the light faded away and he became silent, even as his body continued to contort and seize right in front of her.

“Five! No! No! Stop, you’re killing him!” she screamed, her voice breaking and her eyes filling with tears. She tried in vain to break from her restraints. “Stop! Please! Five!”

Sam finally stopped, tossing the weapon to the side so that it skittered under a beat-up dresser. He was breathing hard as he looked at Viv and then at Five’s limp, unmoving body at his feet. Viv started sobbing loudly and she hung her head as the tears flowed down her face and onto her lap.

“I’m sorry,” Sam whispered. Then he spoke louder, but his voice was trembling. “I had to do it. He was going to take you away. I’m going to let you go, I told you that, but I need you to listen to me first and you’re not listening. All I want is for you to sit here and talk to me, and maybe stay with me for a night. But you weren’t listening, and so I had to tie you up, but I didn’t want to. He was going to take you away from me, and I can’t let that happen. Not until you stay here for a while.”

Viv lifted her head slowly, strings of tangled hair sticking to the tears on her cheeks, her eyes narrowed in a hateful glare. “FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING PSYCHO! YOU ARE A CRAZY, PATHETIC LOSER AND I FUCKING HATE YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME? I HATE YOU!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice cracking before she started sobbing again.

Five was still lying unmoving on the floor, but his eyes were open, and to Vivian’s relief, she saw he was breathing, although it was shallow. Sam looked down at him with a glower. Then he nudged him in the side with the toe of his shoe and Five let out a weak moan.

“This is your fault, Five. If you had just stayed put and let me handle this, it wouldn’t have gone this far. But now you ruined it.” Sam squatted down next to Five, leaning in closer so that he could hear. “I wasn’t going to hurt her, you know. But now…well, now you’ve gone and fucked it all up.”

His voice grew louder and more desperate. “We were the same, you and I! So, how did you get so god damn special? I thought we were friends; I thought we had a connection. But then I find out you’re living this perfect little life, with your fancy apartment and your pretty girl. But what about me, huh? Where’s my perfect life? My happy ending?”

Sam stood up and looked at Vivian, although he was directing his words at Five. “I was going to kill you and keep her, but now I have a better idea. Since I know you’re currently paralyzed but can still see and hear everything that’s going on, I think maybe I’ll kill her instead. Then you can watch and listen as your perfect little life is ripped away from you until you’re just like me again. All alone and mad at the world.”

“You stupid piece of shit,” Viv growled out. “He never did anything to you.”

“YES, HE DID!” Sam yelled right in her face. “He took my life! I deserve this life, not him. He’s killed way more people than I have; I’ve seen his records. I know his reputation. He might as well be Satan himself! So why don’t you tell me why he gets you and I get nothing?”

Viv looked him dead in the eye. “Because Five is good and decent, and he knows how to love others. He feels remorse for all of those lives he took. You, on the other hand, are nothing but a giant pile of dog shit in a cheap suit. And no one will ever love you.”

Sam smiled. “At first, I wasn’t going to enjoy this, but now I might.” He bent down to pick up Five’s Glock which was lying next to his immobile body. “I think I’ll shoot you in the head with his own gun. That feels poetic to me, don’t you think?”

He raised his arm and pointed the gun right at Viv’s head. She squeezed her eyes shut, whimpering as a few tears leaked out. “Five, I love you,” she said quietly, knowing they would be her last words, and hoping he could hear her. Just as she was trying to steady herself against the pain and sudden death that would be upon her any second, she heard a high-pitched scream and she opened her eyes.

Sam was standing right where he had been, his face frozen in horror as Five’s gun dropped from his hand and clattered to the floor. He slowly sank to his knees before falling face first onto the ground, collapsing onto his stomach with a loud and painful groan. As he fell over, Viv could see a meat cleaver was embedded in the middle of his back, between his shoulder blades; the shining metal handle sticking straight up in the air as blood seeped from around the blade. Viv looked up to see Five falling to his knees next to Sam. He was shaking and breathing hard, but alive and apparently able to move again.

“Oh my god, Five! Are you ok?”

Five nodded slowly and lifted his head weakly to look at Viv. “Yeah. Are you?”

She nodded her head and started to quietly cry again. Then another pitiful groan came from the injured body on the floor. Sam was stirring and trying to get his arms under him in a futile attempt to get up. Five seemed to gain more strength as he slowly hauled himself up to standing again. He placed a foot on Sam’s lower back, grabbing the handle of the cleaver and yanking it out of the mutilated flesh beneath him. Sam screamed again while fresh blood began pouring out of the wound. Thick drops of scarlet red dripped from the cleaver and onto the old and dented hardwood floor beneath them.

Five was still unsteady on his feet, but he leaned down and pulled Sam’s face up off the ground by a fistful of hair.

“You made a fatal error, my friend,” Five warned. “You have no idea what I am capable of. But you’re about to find out because you have fucked with the wrong man.”

Sam breathed out a shaky laugh. “You think you’re better than me. But we’re the same.”

Five clenched his teeth and held the blood-stained meat cleaver under Sam’s throat. “Listen, you pathetic waste of space; you are wrong! We are not the same, and we never have been,” he hissed.

Sam let out a more maniacal laugh. “We are though. You just can’t admit it.”

Five got ready to draw the sharp blade across Sam’s neck. He wanted to split his throat open from ear to ear and watch him bleed out slowly and in agony. One corner of the cold steel pressed into his skin and a rivulet of blood trickled out.

“Five, don’t,” Viv said suddenly.

Five didn’t look up as he paused. “He needs to die, Vivie.”

“Not like that. Please, I just want to go home. Let’s go home, ok?”

Five looked up at her sorrowful face and knew she was right. He needed to get her back home. But he still wasn’t about to let this fucker go, even if the odds of him surviving the horrific wound in his back were slim. He let go of Sam’s hair, letting his face fall with a loud thunk onto the floor. Then he picked up his pistol and pressed it into the back of Sam’s skull. He glanced at Viv as a warning to let her know to look away.

“Lights out, you stupid fuck,” Five growled before pulling the trigger.

BANG! Sam’s skull exploded, sending blood and brain matter everywhere. Vivian flinched and looked away, but Five watched with satisfaction as the grisly contents oozed out of the gaping hole in the dead man’s head. Then he dropped his gun and hurried over to Viv, who was still bound to the chair.

As soon as her hands were free, she threw her arms around Five’s shoulders and he pulled her tightly into him. She burst into tears again, sobbing into his shoulder as they both knelt on the ground. He kissed her temple and smoothed her hair.

“Vivie…look at me,” he said as he held her face in his trembling hands. “Are you hurt at all? I saw blood on your phone.”

She shook her head while more tears ran down her cheeks. “No, I’m fine. I’m so sorry, Five, I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault, I was stupid and I let him in, he said you were friends, I wasn’t thinking. Five, I’m so sorry.” She started crying loudly again, touching the side of his face with her hand. “I thought I lost you. I thought you were dead. And it was all my fault.”

Five closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to hers, his own tears threatening to spill over. “Darling, you have nothing to be sorry for, ok? You did nothing wrong. I just…god, I don’t know what I would have done if something happened to you. Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Five, you’re the one that almost died!”

Five gave her a smile and kissed her softly. “You can’t get rid of me that easily. You should know that by now.”

She let out a small laugh, sniffing back her tears. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, angel.” He glanced very quickly to the dead body on the floor and then back to Viv. “Come on, we need to get out of here.”

She nodded and they stood up, Five still shaky and unsteady on his feet. Viv held on to him for support. “What’s going to happen now? Aren’t the cops going to come after us?”

Five shook his head. “No, we’re safe. He works for the Commission, so he’s their problem to deal with. Agents die all the time in the field. He’s just one more spare cog in the wheel that won’t be missed.”

On the way out of the house, Five remembered the briefcase. He grabbed it off the table and turned to Vivian. “I don’t think either of us should be driving. I have to bring this back anyway, so do you mind?”

She shook her head. “Not at all. The sooner we can get home the better. We can get the car later.”

With a nod, Five programmed the case, took Viv’s hand in his, and in less than two seconds they were back in their apartment. As soon as they arrived, though, Five collapsed to the ground on his hands and knees. He was still so weak from being electrocuted almost to death and now that the adrenaline was starting to wear off, it was starting to catch up with him.

“Five! Oh my god…”

Viv put her arms around his waist as he leaned against her and she helped him up. Tears started to form in her eyes again as they traveled over Five’s exhausted face.

“I am so sorry, Five…this is all my fault…and now you’re hurt…”

“Vivie, I’ll be fine. And it’s not your fault.”

She could see he was starting to sway on his feet again and she nodded before realizing he was covered in a splatter of quickly drying blood. “Come on, you need to get cleaned up first and then you can lie down, ok?”

Viv led Five to the bathroom where she had him sit on the top of the toilet seat while she helped him undress down to his underwear. She didn’t trust that he was strong enough to take a full shower, so she wiped up his face, neck, and chest with a wet washcloth; the dried blood that was painting his skin gradually fading away. Five closed his eyes from both exhaustion and the feel of her touch as she gently washed his latest sin from his body.

After he was cleaned off, Viv washed her own hands and bandaged the cut on her palm, and they both collapsed onto their bed, too tired to turn back the covers. Viv crawled next to Five as he lay on his side, and he wrapped her in his arms with her face buried in his chest. They both let out a long sigh and then she looked up at him. With her hand on his cheek, she kissed him, her warm lips pressed to his as he kissed her just as deeply in return and stroked her hair.

“Are you going to be ok?” he asked her quietly.

“Yeah, I’ll be ok. I’m pretty tough, you know,” she said with a smile.

Five laughed and squeezed her tighter. “I know you are.” He was silent for a minute before speaking again. “I’m sorry, Vivie. I’m sorry that I can’t ever seem to escape the hell that follows me everywhere. All I want to do is keep you safe, but I seem to be failing in that department.”

“I never feel safer than when I’m with you.”

Five didn’t respond to that and was quiet again. “I’d do it again, you know.”

“What?”

“Kill anyone that tried to hurt you. Without a second thought. And I’m sorry because I know that’s not what you want to hear, but if protecting you means I have to be the bad guy, then so be it.”

Viv looked into his eyes and smiled sadly. “Five, you’re never the bad guy. You’re my own personal superhero and you will always be the good guy. Because you are good inside. I need you to remember that.”

Five chuckled. “I don’t know about that, but if I am, it’s only because of you, angel.”

Bonus: Smut (as a little treat)

It took a few days before Five was completely healed from his electrical ass-beating. He couldn’t even blink a few feet without the power leaving his body and feeling like he was going to faint. And even though he loved that Vivian took care of him, he was getting pretty fucking annoyed with getting scolded every time he tried to do something she didn’t think he could handle. He reminded her several times that he had made it through four and a half decades of self-preservation in a barren hellscape, so unloading a bag of groceries was probably not going to be the end of him. But she just gave him a pointed look that told him she didn’t give a shit what he said and then he shut up again. After the third day, though, she finally decided he was well enough to return to his normal activities.

Viv was at the kitchen sink when Five came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck. “I have a surprise for you,” he told her with a grin.

She sighed heavily, continuing to rinse off the plate she was holding. “If it’s what I’m currently feeling being jabbed up against my butt right now, I hate to disappoint you, but I’ve seen it before. Several times.”

Five gave her ass a pinch so that she squealed and then scooped her up in his arms, the dish clattering into the sink. “That’s only part of it,” he answered before he teleported them into the bedroom and onto the bed with a bounce. “I can blink again,” he said with a cocky smirk.

Viv scowled at him, fighting against her smile, and she smacked him on the arm. “Five Hargreeves, you are the worst! What have I told you about non-consensual blinks?”

Five laughed and shrugged. “It was worth it.”

Before she had a chance to respond, he was dragging her on top of him and pulling her in for a kiss, his hand tangling in her hair. She immediately gave in and made a little moaning noise into his mouth.

“Besides,” he said as he pulled away with a smile. “I know you secretly love it.”

Viv shook her head. “I don’t. But I do love a lot of other things you can do.”

Five nuzzled his face into her neck and placed a line of soft kisses along the underside of her jaw. “How about I do a few of those things right now?”

“I wouldn’t say no to that,” she said quietly while she started tugging up his shirt.

He chuckled as her hand slid over his hard abdomen and chest. “Trying to undress me already, my love?”

“You know I hate it when you have clothes on. I’d much rather have you walking around naked all day, just for my viewing pleasure and for easy access.”

Five laughed again and then flipped her over so that Viv was on her back, and he sat up on his knees, pulling his black t-shirt over his head before leaning down again. The muscles in his arms and back flexed as he held himself over her. He pressed the hard crotch of his pants into her thigh and he flashed her his sexy, crooked smile.

“If anyone needs to be walking around naked all day, it’s you. So let’s start there.”

Viv smiled and let him take his time with her, softly running his lips over her stomach and chest before lifting her shirt over her head. When he moved to tug her pants off, she stretched out long, closing her eyes and sighing. She felt his hand drifting over her legs and hip, and around to her ass where he gave it a small squeeze. Then he repositioned himself between her legs and she felt the warmth of his breath on her inner thigh as he placed his hands on either side of her hips.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he murmured.

Viv let out a quiet moan when she felt his mouth and tongue drawing hot lines over her skin, punctuated with tiny nips of his teeth. When he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down a little bit before covering the entire damp area between her legs with his mouth, she jerked her hips up with a whine.

Five leisurely sucked and licked at the thin fabric that separated him from that hot piece of heaven just underneath. He was teasing himself just as much as her, because the wetter she got, the more he could taste. And the more he could taste, the more his feral instincts kicked in and he wanted to devour her.

When he finally threw the lace underpants somewhere to the side, he was already on his knees between her legs, holding her tightly by her thighs, as he watched her rocking her hips up in anticipation. She looked up at him under hooded eyes, the corner of her bottom lip caught in her teeth, before sucking in a loud breath.

“God, you drive me fucking crazy,” he growled before immediately getting back to the matter at hand.

Five always knew the best ways to make Vivian a trembling mess, and one of those ways was to eat her out like she was the first meal he’d had in years. She liked when he was slow and gentle; flicking his tongue over all of her most sensitive places and taking his time. But when he lost all restraint and consumed her entire pussy, groaning and shoving his tongue inside of her while sloppily sucking at her clit, that’s when she lost her damn mind.

It always came with a slight risk of bodily harm for Five, since she would be thrusting her hips up into him so wildly, and pushing his face harder into her that it was a wonder he didn’t end up with a neck injury or suffocating to death. But he figured if that’s how he went out, he’d be ok with that.

“Five! Oh…my…fucking…god…YES!!!”

She pushed herself harder into his face with each word until she was screaming unintelligible words and Five could feel her thighs trembling and her body shaking as her back arched off the bed. He continued greedily lapping her up until she relaxed again and fell back against the pillow.  When he sat back on his knees, he was breathing hard and fast. He pushed his hair off his forehead as he licked at his lips; her warm, liquid sex coating his mouth and dripping down his chin.

While Viv lay there, catching her breath, she watched as Five wiped his face with the back of his hand, the corner of his mouth twitching up in a tiny smirk. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes told her all she needed to know. Now it was his turn and she was about to get railed. Hard.

He unbuckled his belt and opened the fly of his pants, taking out his hard cock before shoving her legs further apart with his knees. When he leaned over the top of her, covering her body with his own, he kissed her long and deeply; making sure she got a good taste of herself on his tongue. Her already soaked cunt accepted his dick with ease as he sunk himself inside of her.

With one hand holding himself up and the other gripping and pulling her leg up higher around his waist, Five started rhythmically thrusting into her, and moving his face to her neck.

“Vivie,” he breathed against her skin and she closed her eyes and dug her fingers into his back. “I can’t live without you, angel.”

 “I’m yours forever, Five.”

Five continued to fuck her hard but slowly, the buckle of his belt that was still dangling from his opened pants clinking with each push of his hips. He was groaning and biting into the crook of her neck as he kept his face buried there and Vivian clutched his body to hers. In between heavy pants, he told her all of the things he needed her to know. Every little thought and emotion that made its way to the forefront of his brain. If he didn’t tell her, the moment may pass and she’d never know.

“You are my whole world, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I am nothing without you. I love you so much, Vivian, so much.” He started moaning louder as his pace got faster and he held himself over her again to look down at her face. She smiled up at him, even as she let her head fall back again with a cry from how good he was feeling as he pounded into her.

“Five…”, she whimpered. “I love you, too...you feel so good like this.”

Her words acted like some sort of switch inside his brain, and after a few more seconds, Five was unleashing his hot cum inside of her while he pressed his forehead into her shoulder and groaned low in his throat. As his body relaxed, he stayed where he was, lying on top of her and breathing hard against her neck. She stroked his back and hair and ran her fingers lightly down his arms. He felt her lips press against his ear and she sighed happily.

“No one can ever take me away from you, Five,” Viv whispered.

Five kissed the side of her neck and then her lips. He didn’t say anything in return. Mostly because he knew she was right. Because if anyone ever tried to take her away again, he had no problem slaughtering everyone in his path to get to her.