Warnings: AFAB Reader, One Night Stand, Pregnancy Talk And Morning Sickness.

Did We Lose Our Spark?

Tw: Recovery, poly dynamics, cheating implied, character death lowkey implied, moving on, reminiscing, torture briefly mentioned

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Characters: Manjiro "Mikey" Sano

Word Count: 1.4k

<< Previous (Pt. 1)

Weeks passed, blurring together one after the next. By the end of the third week, Mikey felt like he lost his mind. He searched, but every stone was clean. Every corner dusted, and time marched on. Eventually, arguments led to physical confrontations with executives. Work-life slowly unraveled, but his home disintegrated. Mikey’s fights followed home. Outbursts were rare at home. When they did occur, it was you that managed to tame the beast.

Without you there, Yuki was left to her own devices. She never was confrontational. It was uncommon for her to disagree with Mikey. As his sanctuary crumbled, the last connection to his cozy home shattered.

Mikey had arrived home earlier than usual. It became routine that this stale husk remained silent. Yuki staying her room and Mikey laid in your old room. This night, however, the walls chattered. Moans, accompanied by the impacts of a headboard, shattered his glass heart. Within the hour, Sanzu and the Haitanis entered the penthouse; they turned the moans into screams. Cleaners entered shortly after.

Your things were packed up. Placed into a storage unit…” just in case…”

That’s what he told everyone.

Mikey could recall your laughter, even your cooking.

That ache would never go away. Even as months flew by, it felt as fresh as a bullet wound. Nothing could match his anger. Every outlet he attempted never satisfied him. He tried marring traitors with broken bones and bruises. Nothing. Nothing could help alleviate that crushing feeling in his chest.

He had no reason to be angry at you. At Yuki? Debatable…as he drove her away.

A voice cut into his dissociative state, “Hey, Mikey.” With a snap of his neck, he could have sworn it was your voice. He could have sworn it your smile beaming at him. Before he could reach out, the voice came again…different than before. “Mikey? Boss,” oh, it was just Kakucho.

“Why don’t I drive you home? You need the rest,” he offered, staring at his superior with the tiniest bit of empathy.

Mikey simply nodded, feeling empty as the mirage evaporated. “Whatever happened to us?” nagged him in the backseat. He stared out to the sky, wondering if you were seeing the brightest star between the clouds as he was.

—-————

Imagining a life without Manjiro Sano was difficult, but living it? You nearly died every day for a month. The ache was unbearable; you could barely leave the apartment for food. Let alone to find a job or purchase furniture. As days melted away, so did the threads of co-dependency. When the month passed, the ache was bearable enough to interact with the world. Winter’s appearance allowed you to hide in plain sight.

You rediscovered yourself in the winter chill.

The ground shivered as you thawed. You were able to find a job at a local museum. Untouched by Bonten and its enterprises. Quietly, you worked away in their administration. It felt like a breath of fresh air compared to your old birdcage. Slowly, you invested in old hobbies. Painting. Singing. Eventually learning the guitar.

Yet, despite your life turning around.

Your thoughts would often drift to Manjiro. You questioned what happened to the puppy love, the laughter.

Memories resurfaced too often. You had failed to realize how Mikey kept you like a caged songbird. Yet you yearned for him still. One by one. These memories flickered like fairy lights. It felt like yesterday you were going on your first date. The way you screamed as Mikey revved his bike, speeding down the road. Arms gripping his abs for dear life. Your ears rang with his laughter. You launched yourself onto the grass the second the bike stopped. So so happy to be on solid ground. His smile always had your heart skipping a beat.

You missed him.

Of course, you did.

But that wasn’t your life anymore.

When the snow melted, you were cautious enough. Minimizing your time outside of the apartment and work. However, you celebrated little achievements along the way. You splurged at the kombini when you finally got a frame for your mattress. It took you back to your first apartment, waiting for Mikey’s calls. When he appeared at your window unannounced for late-night drives. You laughed about the time you almost knocked him out with a bat. It was the one time he used his keys.

That quickly faded into the night that Emma passed. When he appeared your door, marred with bruises. It was a miracle he managed to walk there. Dropping to his knees, you caught him on your shoulder. Letting him scream and cry until his voice was hoarse. With his house feeling empty, Mikey began moving into your apartment.

It turned into a small love nest. His oasis from gang life. Mikey’s favorite thing was coming home to your curry. Copious amounts of spice made his subordinates, Sanzu and Kokonoi at the time, gag. But to Mikey, it was always a prized reset. A sliver of happiness that tethered him to his unfortunate life. As the gang grew, your nest moved.

That’s when Yuki was introduced. At the turn of Kantou Manji transitioning to Bonten, Mikey asked if it were possible to add a third. You were taken back, but never against the idea. Who were you to deny someone else that loved him as you did? Someone he had managed to open up to. With a nod, he slowly began integrating her into your home and relationship.

It took months before she moved in. As she did, you felt a pang in your chest seeing them. One that would eventually shrink, but never disappear. The two of you grew closer as Mikey’s assignments lasted longer. Yuki was able to take refuge in you, as you did with her. The penthouse felt livelier with the three of you home. Ache turned into laughter, which morphed into soft pants and moans.

Your paradise didn’t last long, as comments and ridicule began. Bruises appearing and fading. Only to be replaced with cigarette burns. Half a year passed without them, but you recall each one. Healing took time; you eventually began painting them. It was the first time viewing the unsightly hues of purple, green, and blue. You were treated so carelessly then…

Treated like a broken doll to the room.

You painted succulents onto the image of your breast. That burn.

It was like a vow. It’ll never happen again.

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A year. Bonten has searched for a year. How did they find you?

Takeomi’s secretary happened to recognize you from a photo kept in Mikey’s office. She didn’t hesitate to contact her boss. Kakucho accompanied him to view you sitting in your little world of history and art. You sat by a window, covered in cozy clothes for the season.

They noticed a glow radiating from you, even at this distance. Kakucho could see how immersed you were in your book; how your posture was physically relaxed. It was a miracle. You were constantly nervous and stiff.

It was as if you were a different person.

Sounds of clicks broke his trance; watching Takeomi send photos of you to Mikey.

T: Found your birdie

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Mikey choked on his taiyaki. He stared at his phone, seeing your soft smile again. You appeared so different. Cheeks fuller, your dimple showing, and your hair even looked different. Takeomi was anticipating orders, he knew that.

But he wanted to see you.

He wanted to apologize.

So, he asked the duo to tail you and report back with an address.

By end of the day, Kakucho had given Mikey your place of work and apartment building addresses. It took everything for Mikey not to cry and scream You were under their nose. Living an ordinary life. He anticipated, may be felt, that you weren’t coming back.

But he wanted to at least try.

To hear it from you.

As Mikey arrived, Kakucho gave him your apartment number.

He didn’t need it. Seeing you sitting on your small balcony. A cigarette in hand, letting the chilled winds disrupt your smoke. He couldn’t breathe; the ache in his chest turned into leaps. Reminding him of your first apartment together.

With a wave, his executives were sent away.

He dragged his feet across the snow.

Mikey’s legs shook. Imagine that the elusive, fearless leader of Bonten was nervous. His fingertips were nipped by the cold. Tired eyes scaled the side of the building, landing on you. The softness in your face staring to the darkening sky. Just like your late-night rides. Just like…

“Hey, Mikey.”

Just like when you met.

“Hey, Y/N.”

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A/N: Sorry for the wait. Uni has started up again for me. My requests are open! I hope y'all liked it.

So.... Uh...... (;-_-)

Can you write a fic about yandere five where the reader is actually really in love with him but..... One day they do something but only to make sure that he is safe but five assumes that they were trying to escape..

This leads to a fight where five physically and verbally hurts reader and that kinda broke the reader....... Stockholm Syndrome really mentally fucked them up and now that five is angry at them and hates them and starts to ignore them, they start to feel like life is meaningless...... And just miserable in general.

What would five do when he finds out that he assumed wrongly and punished the reader for no reason?

Would reader recover?

You don't have to write this if you don't want to. 😔

-𓆉77 anon

i couldn't resist this one...THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST <333

warnings: yandere content, torture, abuse, starvation, suicidal thoughts, asshole five, abusive five, drinking, cheating, apathetic reader (in the end), swearing

PLEASE SEND IN MORE REQUESTS PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE THIS IS WHAT FUELLS MEEEEEE

when the light flicked green

You could see the car burning from the academy window, whatever villain he was facing wreaking havoc right outside.

He’s not okay. He’s not going to be okay. You need to make sure he’s okay.

He’d kill you if you did, though. But maybe, you thought, just maybe he’d appreciate it. Maybe he’d finally see how much you loved him, how much you cared.

With that, you threw on the first pair of shoes you could find, along with a sweatshirt. Sprinting toward the door, you attempted to open it, finding it locked.

“Shit, Five, why do you have to be so difficult?” you asked no one in particular, the air being your only companion at the moment. Looking around more frantically as you heard another scream come from the streets, you tried to find another exit. The window.

The window, the window, the window.

Speeding over to it, you fiddled with the lock. While you were doing that, you caught a glimpse of the ground, expecting to see a land of chaos, your boyfriend- or whatever he was- on the ground bleeding. But it was relatively clear. The lock was undone.

“What are you doing?” he hissed behind you. Turning around, jumping at the sudden noise, you faced him. You thought your eyes would be greeted with Five’s normally nonchalant form, but he was tenser, almost shaking from something you haven’t seen from him.

You smiled, only seeming to make him shake more. “I was trying to find you.”

“Bullshit.”

You paused, furrowing your brows. “Excuse me?”

“Don’t bullshit me. You’re only making this worse.”

“Making what worse? I didn’t do anything.”

~*~

You were in a room you didn’t even know existed; naked, cold, hungry, battered, bruised. You still didn’t know what you did.

Was it leaving your sneakers by the door? Was it the little stain you’d left on the towel accidentally when you had food on your fingers? You didn’t think those were a big deal, but apparently he did.

You would take that note for next time.

“Up,” he shouted from the top of the stairs. “Come on; I don’t have all day, now do I?”

Quickly, you got up, awaiting his arrival, but the look of disgust on his face made you want to shrink back into yourself. He threw a large, ripped t-shirt down to you. “Get dressed. I don’t want to see that.”

It wasn’t “I don’t need to see that,” or something else. He didn’t want to see you. He thought you were something disgusting, something to scrape off the bottom of his shoe.

“Come on. You have a long day ahead of you.”

~*~

You came out of that long day sporting at least eight new bruises.

You wiped the blood from your face with the raggedy t-shirt he’d left you with, wishing you a good night’s sleep as you had more to do the next day.

“You want to leave here?” he’d asked you. Even as you shook your head, begging him to tell you what you did wrong, he shushed you with a slap across the face. “Shut up; I don’t want to hear your pathetic whining. You want to leave? Huh? You’re helpless on your own, Sweetheart.” You used to love the nickname. Now it just gave you a deep gash that wasn’t physical. “You can’t do shit. And to show you that, I have a very specific list of things you’re going to do. Failure to complete the task will result in punishment.”

As if you weren’t already being punished by him, and if you weren’t being punished, you were being ignored. You didn’t know which was worse.

“Please, Five, you gotta listen. I didn’t do anything. I don’t know what I did. Was it the shoes? Was it the stain on the towel? I’m sorry; really, I am-”

“Shut up,” he would growl, taking another sip from the bottle that always seemed to be in his hand now.

You were locked in the basement for four days after that. No word from him; only his bruises lingering behind.

Poking and prodding at them, you began to feel a sense of comfort. It was as if he was there.

But now… now you didn’t really know if you wanted him, after all that he’d done, after what sick things he would do next.

You didn’t want him anymore.

~*~

It was routine now; you’d wake up, you’d make him breakfast. If anything was burned, you’d be beaten; once you were burned with the leftover grease. Then, you’d clean the bedroom from the night before. Sometimes there was another woman in there, the sheets stained with unnamable things. Other times, it was just bottles of whatever he’d gotten into. Then, you’d complete a list of tasks he’d compile for you. Then, no matter what you seemed to do, you’d get beaten again. There was always a mistake with you. Afterward, you’d make him dinner. You’d sit on the floor and watch him eat it. 

You would usually walk away with nothing; sometimes bread was chucked down the stairs. If he was feeling generous he’d drop it on the floor in front of you instead of chucking at your face.

Afterward, you’d go to sleep, ready to repeat it the next day.

You’d begun to feel nothing. You’d begun to break away from whatever love that was there for him, but with that, you broke away from everything that you had left. Anger, sadness. You stopped crying a month ago.

Then it happened. The first shots. You screamed.

You didn’t want to scream his name; but what choice did you have? The academy was long abandoned.

“It’s just a little more private, darling,” he’d told you one night, kissing your forehead. By that time, you were just falling in love with the man. “I’ll let you see people again, trust me, I will. But for now, we can just be together for a while.”

“Five!” you shouted. “Five, get me out of here!”

The door broke down, two men on the other side of it.

One had a smug expression on his face. “Well what do we have here, Evan? He has a girl? This should be good.”

~*~

You were well-prepared for what you faced there. Maybe you should’ve been thankful for what Five put you through. It toughened you up, you supposed.

Numbness is what you instilled within yourself. And numbness is most likely what you’d be feeling for a long time coming.

~*~

He’d torn the academy apart.

“Where have you gone, you little piece of shit?!” he shouted. A part of him mourned. A part of him wanted to grin.

You were getting what you deserved. Then, you’d be taken care of just as you should’ve before. Maybe in another year or two. For now, things would just have to be like this.

But what if they’re not lying?

No. You were lying. There was no way that you weren’t, no possible universe where you weren’t lying, or where you weren’t a traitor.

He approached the basement door again, this time noticing something strange.

There weren’t bullet holes in the walls when he had left.

He turned around to find a note on the table written in what could be the most disgustingly curly handwriting he’d seen. 

She’s with me. Come and get her if you want her.

~*~

“I’m sorry you had to travel all this way, Five,” the tall woman said. She seemed taller when he was in his younger body, even in his old body. But now that he’d gotten the nourishment he so desperately needed in the apocalypse, he grew (quite literally) to his full potential and towered over the woman.

“Where are they?”

“Well let’s not be too hasty, Number Five,” she said with something akin to a smirk. But it was a smile at the same time. He hated that about the Handler. She was always unpredictable. “We have a lot to talk about.”

“Like what?”

“Like you stopping the apocalypse and going against your business.”

“I saved billions of lives. You can’t blame me for wanting to do that.”

“Yet you’re hurting the one you saved?”

“They deserved it.”

“Did they? Or are you deluding yourself?”

“I’m not deluding myself; this isn’t a fantasy. They lied to me; they tried to leave-”

“Or did they? There’s proof that says otherwise, Number Five. The facts are there.”

A TV was rolled into the room along with a tape. Your face flashed onto the screen, more abused than he had left it, making his heart sink into the pit of his stomach.

He was the only one allowed to do that. And the only reason he ever thought about it was because you deserved it; you were the liar, you were the traitor.

You were hooked up to what he realized was a lie detector.

“Now, would you like to tell me the time and date?” the commission employee asked.

“I have no idea.”

The light flicked green.

“Good. You’re off to a good start.”

“Don’t patronize me.”

The agent ignored that. “You dated one Mr. Five Hargreeves of the Umbrella Academy?”

“Yes, that would be correct.”

The light turned green.

“And I see you tried to leave this man?”

You rolled your eyes; he leaned forward. 

Please say yes.

“No. I was trying to make sure his ass was alright in that weird fight he got into that day. I was scared; I loved him; I needed to make sure he was alright.”

Be red.

The light flicked green.

He fell back into his chair, holding himself together by a thread.

“Well, Five-”

“Why did you show me this? Why would you ever-”

“I thought you would appreciate the truth, Number Five. We have her right here; you’ve already given us everything we need. Hurting her was more than enough,” the woman smiled at him. He wanted to tear her mouth off of her face.

~*~

You woke up in a comfortable room, bright white lights above you.

“Don’t move, baby, you’re okay.”

Was that Five? Was that him? 

You flinched away from the voice.

“Calm down, Honey, nothing will happen to you ever again, I swear it.” So it was Five. And turns out, the whole thing wasn’t a nightmare. You felt a thumb running over the skin of your hand. You looked at it for a long while.

“Do you need anything? You’re incredibly malnourished; you’re going to need some food soon.”

“I don’t want your food,” you croaked; clearly, your voice hadn’t been used in a long time. “I want your mercy. Stop playing nice and end it. Just do it. I’m a liar. I’m a bitch. I’m a monster. Just take the final shot. Don’t draw it out; I’m done with the shit.”

His eyes widened. You didn’t know why they did. Maybe he wasn’t expecting you to ask for it so soon. Maybe he didn’t realize just how pathetic you were, how right he was in those moments.

“I’m waiting, Mr. Hargreeves. Let’s get the show on the road.”

He shook his head quickly, placing a hand on your forehead, slicking your hair back from your face. “No, Baby, I’m not going to do that. You can’t- I didn’t. You weren’t lying. And don’t you dare say those things ever again.”

“Or what?” you laughed, closing your eyes, and throwing your head back on the pillow. That was something you had missed dearly. Pillows. Too bad they were probably going to be taken from you in a matter of minutes. You had to enjoy things while they lasted, you supposed. “You’re going to hurt me? You’re going to starve me until I’m sobbing and rolling around on the ground in pain? Sorry, but I don’t think that’s anything new, buddy.”

He continued to stroke your hair back from your face, beginning to tear up slightly.

That was new.

That was fake.

This was a new game.

“No, sweetheart. You- you have no idea how sorry I am. I’m going to take care of everything from now on, okay? I promise. You’ll never be treated like that ever again, no matter what happens. I’m so so sorry. I love you. I love you. I love you so, so much.”

A while ago you would’ve died to hear those words. But at this point, you were apathetic to them.

You looked at him, then picked at your fingernails mindlessly. “That’s good for you, I suppose.”

He recoiled, but continued to pet your hair, to give you what could be seen as affection. “We’ll get there, Honey. I know it’ll be tough for a while. Now, how about some breakfast. We’ll have your favorite. How does that sound?”

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One thing about life you were coming to find out in your short existence, was that it could change in the blink of an eye.

One day, you’re a popular cheerleader everyone loves, on the Dean’s List and speeding through to a life of accolades and financial stability, then the next, a viral outbreak spirals out of control, infecting and offing only women. 

It started with rapid coughing and sneezing. Many expert scientists cited a woman's inferior immune system compared to men. They barely paid any attention to the growing casualties in one half of the population, just like how they turned a blind eye to PCOS or the persistent chronic pain most women seemed to experience throughout their lives. 

As the voices of one half went unheard, the dire consequences slapped mankind fully in the face. 

Birth rates dropped, many nations lost their manpower and society became increasingly violent and hostile. 

Those women that were left were transferred to medical facilities under the guise of rehabilitating them. But, there were the rumours of abuse and medical experiments that arose from shady forums and chat groups. 

You had read some of them from Jienna’s laptop when she was still alive.

Your best friend and roommate was an advocate for women’s rights, even before the world hadn’t gone to shit, and she was the first one who opened your eyes to the blatant mistreatment women were going through official medical channels. When the virus hit, the both of you huddled in your shared dormitory, trading packets of ramen and stories while waiting for more aid to come. 

She always had such a bright smile and determination. The day the virus took her away from you was one you could never forget. 

Jienna laid on her bed, a grey pallor overtaking her once radiant skin. The skincare she religiously applied was gathering dust on her dresser, and everytime she exhaled, it sounded coarser and coarser.

Eventually, she closed her eyes and never awoke again, and you had to page the medical team to extract her body, all while tears streamed down your cheeks and you were hovering on the edge of a full meltdown.

Your family across the country couldn’t even come and see you; your brothers were barred from taking you back home, as every woman in the district was given strict orders to remain at home and behind locked doors to keep the virus away. 

But, it always managed to slip through the cracks. Whether it was from infected food or contaminated medical equipment. 

The virus killed any female it touched.

News reports began surfacing that hens were dying out, impacting the supply of eggs. Cows were dropping dead in fields, the world’s milk supply running dry for the first time in existence. The pregnant black cat you used to feed behind your dorms was found dead behind a dumpster by a group of computer science boys. 

Slowly, the world descended into chaos, and more and more women were disappearing.

It was exactly day 40 of your lockdown when you decided you would run away.

Packing every non-perishable canned food you could find into a big bag, you waited until dusk fell and when the nurses would hand you your dinner. You knew it would be one of the older security guys who used to direct parking on your campus, and he had a bad hip so he couldn’t chase you down. 

As much as you hated hurting him, the first punch in his face was enough to knock him out cold. You hopped over his body, careening down the hallway and pushing yourself towards the outside of the college campus. 

Luck was on your side when you dashed out the front door to find an idle truck. It was from one of the block rangers, and you didn’t hesitate to jump inside of it, revving the engine and stepping down on the gas pedal. 

Someone yelled out your name, but you were too fired up to care. In your mind, you decided it would be better to die from the virus than staying cooped up for the rest of your life. At least with dying, you would be free. 

You had no plan and no idea what to do next but to race towards the closest abandoned building you could find. Jienna had told you about it during her dying days—how there was a series of abandoned buildings just at the edge of town where defiant women stayed the last of their days there. 

Having seen with your own eyes what the virus did to your roommate, you were sure you were prepared to go out the same way. There would be a few days where your immune system fought back, but without the right food and care, you would waste yourself away.

Better than being trapped forever in a small dorm. You viciously gunned the engine and raced towards that shining beacon of hope. 

The buildings out of town were abandoned like Jienna said, and you prepared to set up your death camp. The concrete slab walls were drab and the floor was too hard and cold to sleep on, but you made do with a blanket you managed to steal from the lobby. 

Days passed and soon, you were starting to wonder if the virus was even real. Your meals consisted of canned beans and whatever scraps you could find in the dumpster nearby. You didn’t dare to light a fire in case it might attract someone’s attention, and your showers were virtually non-existent.

Maybe I shouldn’t have left the dorms. 

Those thoughts of ‘what if’ and ‘should haves’ kept you up at night and haunted your waking moments. 

One day, you thought you heard footsteps echoing down the hallways, but then, you found out it was just a bunch of squatters looking for a place to sleep. They turned their nose up on the squalor and left you alone feeling bemused and a little disappointed that not even the lowest rank of humanity would want to spend a night at a place you consistently slept in. 

But, your newfound freedom was too good to be true.

It had been too quiet and too peaceful. The bubble was waiting to pop and your hopes burst one day when you awoke in cold sweat to hear a man’s voice down the hallways.

“... heard she escaped here…” 

“Are you sure?” 

The fatigue weighing you down shot out of your system and you sat up ramrod straight, rushing to get your goods without making a sound. 

“No news of… gotta be the last one in the vicinity…” 

You hurriedly stuffed your blanket into your backpack, taking care not to breathe too loud in case they might hear. The beam of a flashlight pricked your irises, and having lived for a while in the dark, you weren’t used to such brightness.

Squinting, you stayed close to the walls, slinging your bag onto your shoulders and preparing to depart down a flight of steps straight into the forest fringing these buildings. Your flexibility as a cheerleader back in your old life helped you out to creep on the floors quietly, extending one leg and then another while keeping close to the walls. 

However, you didn’t see where your foot landed, and before you could stop in mid-step, the empty can of beans went clattering to the ground.

For a split second, all you could hear was your breath and the rush of blood in your ears.

The beam of light immediately swung towards your direction, illuminating your left leg and the implicated empty can in question. 

Shit. You had been discovered.

“Wait!” One of the men yelled, but you didn’t stop to listen. Hightailing it out of here, you sprinted to the entrance, about to escape into the night when you felt a bigger body slam into you from the side. 

Screaming out, you barely caught a glimpse of your perpetrator, but he was holding you down with his larger body, pinning you right to the dirty ground.

“Got her!” he yelled back to other men. “It’s a girl! She’s here!” 

You blindly reached your hand out and felt the sharp edge of a rock cut into your palm. Swinging it towards him, you bashed the side of his head, and in the glimpses of light from the shining moon up ahead, you caught sight of his vivid, dark hair. 

The man yelped and stumbled back, staunching the heavy flow of blood oozing from his right cheek.

“Fuck!” he bellowed, and you used his momentum of shock to push him off of you. 

But, he had enough dexterity to clamp a hand around your knee, bringing you back down to the ground. 

“No!” you started to scream and sob. “Please! Let me go!” 

Someone else came to his rescue, holding you down. You felt ropes around your wrists, drawing them behind your back. Your sobs were muffled by a bag thrown over your head, and for good measure, they tied your ankles, too. It took two of them to carry you into a car, and you were laid on someone’s lap, his arms roping around you and pressing you to his chest. 

As the men piled back into the car, you started to sob when you heard the engine ignite. 

“Ssh, it’s okay,” the man who held you crooned. “It’s gonna be fine, Y/N.” 

Through your tears, you recognized that they knew your name. 

A hand touched your knee, rubbing it soothingly. “We’re not here to hurt you.”

That voice. You had heard it before. It brought to mind dark blue eyes and a mop of dark hair. A pair of toned legs tearing through a football field and a charming, lopsided smile.

“I-Isagi?” 

He hummed. “It’s me, Y/N. Barou’s holding you, by the way.” 

In answer, the self-proclaimed king of the field back from when your college days consisted of study horrors and not a world crisis, flooded your mind with stark familiarity when he exhaled out your name. 

“Hey, Y/N.” 

“It’s the boys from the football team,” Isagi informed you, like you were on a road trip with them instead of forcefully being kidnapped against your own will. 

“H-how did you find me?” The bag they stuffed over your head smelled musty, and you struggled to talk through it. “C-can you get this fucking thing off my head?” 

Someone pried the sack off, and you inhaled in deep gusts of air, your wide eyes taking in the darkened interior of this truck and the boys who were holding you hostage. 

Isagi had lost a bit of weight since you last saw him. The last you heard of the Blue Lock team’s co-captain was that he had lost his mother to the virus and the school had started a fund for him to cover her funeral expenses. Turning your eyes towards the man who was holding you, Barou’s jaw was tight, and his eyes were heavy with dark circles.

The man driving was Kunigami, whose hands were white-knuckled fists on the steering wheel. Next to him in the passenger, bleeding out from his cheek, was Itoshi Rin. You noticed how he side-eyed you from the front, and returned his evasive look with a frosty glare. 

Lastly, at the back of this 8-seater was Chigiri, Nagi and Reo—the former two being the most unlikely combination of acquaintances you had ever seen join this ragtag group of football bros. Nagi and Reo were famous for being fused at the hip since they both started their business degree courses together. They rarely fraternised with anyone else outside of their coursemates, much less kidnap some random woman. 

At the reminder of your predicament, you squirmed, accidentally rubbing your ass all over Barou’s crotch. He didn’t react beyond a low hiss of, “Quit it,” those thick and sturdy arms tightening around your trembling body. You tried to ignore how you could feel something hard poking your lower back. 

“Why did you kidnap me?” you demanded off the bat. “How did you find me? What are you going to do with me?” 

Those rapid questions were met with silence. You flitted your gaze to each of them, and through the passing snatches of orange streetlights, you saw every one of their expressions drenched in guilt. 

“We… don’t know.” 

Isagi was the one who spoke first, preparing himself to earn your rage.

“You don’t know?” you mumbled, growing more incensed every minute with how they had wrenched you from your peaceful life in the ruins. “You don’t know where you’re taking me. What you’re planning to do with me. You don’t know the reason why you went through all that trouble to track me down. You don’t—”

“It’s because you have a bounty on your head.”

Rin’s voice cut through your growing tirade, leaving you cold with disbelief.

“I… what?” 

On your right, Isagi nodded, rubbing the back of his neck like he would rather be somewhere else than in this vehicle having such a difficult conversation. 

“After you escaped, the officials posted your bounty and your suspected whereabouts. Um, it’s uh… well, Y/N… you’re the last woman alive from our college.” 

You exhaled, feeling your chest constrict and tears prick your eyes. 

All your lecturers… your friends… your cheerleading gang… 

“Are they all gone?” The boys didn’t comment on your thick voice or the unshed tears. 

Kunigami was the first one to express his remorse. “I’m sorry, Y/N. That’s the truth.” 

Rin decided to rip the bandaid off quicker, leaving you reeling in confusion and despair. “The authorities put up notices for you because your status was unknown. They said that anyone who brought you back—dead or alive—would receive two million yen.”

The reality of your situation settled in like sentiment falling to the bottom of a glass jar. 

You felt cold all over, your heartbeat right in your throat.

“So, you’re either going to k-kill me or turn me in, huh?” 

Your heavy question was met with silence. 

Surprisingly, it was Nagi at the back who piped up in his lazy, drawling tone. “Actually… we have a better plan.” 

Isagi was the first to react. He shot Nagi a murderous look, shaking his head. Kunigami glanced at the white-haired man through the rearview mirror with narrowed eyes, and Rin’s scowl deepened. Chigiri, who had been quiet throughout this entire exchange, sighed out, “Idiot” under his breath.

The only one who looked supportive of what Nagi had to say was—no surprise there—Reo himself.

“It’s a good plan! She’s still healthy,” he argued on behalf of his best friend. Nagi nodded, humming. 

“The virus should’ve taken her out weeks ago, but she managed to survive all on her own in such dirty conditions… I really think we should give it a shot.”

The air in the car changed; thickening and becoming ripe with tension. Barou’s arms suddenly felt too hot around your body, and you broke out into a sweat.

“It could work,” Isagi started out slowly, rubbing his chin. He had a look on his face you knew all too well—that calculative, goal-hungry stare that would eventually destroy his enemies. 

Rin tilted his head towards the backseat, his turquoise eyes drawing circles on the car’s water-stained ceiling. “Do you think that would be legal for us to do?” 

“We have to keep her hidden.” Chigiri spoke up, demanding everyone's attention. “The authorities can’t know that we have a woman with us or we’d be punished. We have to be very careful with Y/N.”

You were still drawing blanks on their ideas, growing more frustrated every single second you were kept in the dark from their decisions on your fate. “What do you fucking assholes mean? Legal? Keeping me away from the authorities? What do you want with me?” 

Your voice broke on the last question, and without warning, you started to sob. The weeks of roughing it out on your own, trying to escape from society and hide in plain sight were taking its toll on you. You wept bitterly, hiding your face behind your hair and sobbing into your shoulder.

“Shit,” someone muttered in the front. 

“Give her some water.” 

It was Isagi who gently coaxed your face from your shoulder, holding a bottle of clean water. You contemplated spitting a mouthful at him, but ultimately, your thirst won out and you drank deeply. 

He wiped your tears off with the sleeve of his threadbare sweater and you hiccuped into a silence, already accepting your death. 

“We don’t want to hurt you,” Reo murmured from the back. You lifted your swollen, red eyes to find his purple ones full of sincerity. “We actually want to keep you safe. There’s been rumours about human experiments and none of us want you to go through that. We want to keep you safe.”

You should’ve known the group’s appointed spokesperson would be a man used to spouting sweet words to get his way—whether with professors or girls—but a part of you wanted to believe Reo. You were so, so tired of fending for yourself, you wanted someone to help you with the burden of being a woman in these unacceptable times. 

“Yes, Y/N.” Rin’s sudden reassurance struck you dumb with disbelief. “We have our old frat house—nobody comes by there anymore. We’ll keep you safe there and you can rest.” 

It all sounded too good to be true. Here was a band of college footballers being completely sweet with you—wanting to protect, nurture and keep you hidden. But, you were waiting for the other shoe to drop; the catch in this arrangement. 

“There’s more,” you whispered, scenting out their bullshit. “You’re not telling me the real reason.” 

Men were never good liars—that much you could tell. So, when every single footballer glanced at the other, your senses were in red alert, demanding to uncover what was the terrible footnote to this otherwise flawless proposal.

“Well?” you muttered coldly, strengthening your resolve. “What do you want from me? What’s the catch?” 

Reo was quick to turn your question around. “What? There’s no catch—”

“There is.” It was Isagi who spoke, sounding resigned and tired in the dimming darkness. “There is a catch. We shouldn’t lie to her, guys. We all agreed to tell her the truth if we found her and she was willing to listen.” 

You held your breath, waiting for Isagi to drop the bomb. He seemed like he needed a moment to stabilise himself. He drew in a deep breath and unlocked his shoulders, looking you square in the eye. You half-wished he had kept you in the dark; never told you the truth. Because what he said next completely swept you off your feet, landing you onto the ground face-first and gasping in disbelief.

“It’s not about rewards or money—it’s about duty. We need your help to repopulate this city, Y/N… we want you to carry one of our babies.” 

You felt a pair of broad-set shoulders shake under your smaller frame, the man underneath you stretching out his kinks and stiff muscles after a night of good sleep. 

“Hm,” he groaned, brushing a hand down your bare spine. “Good morning, angel.” 

Reo’s husky voice drew you back into consciousness, and you whined, burying your face into his neck to hide yourself from the morning’s glare. He chuckled at your antics, nosing your hair and pressing soft kisses onto your temple. “C’mon, sweetheart. It’s Rin’s turn with you today.” 

Without missing a beat or opening your eyes, you mumbled: “Maybe you should all fuck me at one go so you guys can see who’s strong enough to knock me up.” 

You meant those words as a joke, but when Reo’s shoulders stiffened, you suddenly realised the depth of danger you were flirting with. 

“Don’t say such things you’ll regret, sweetheart,” he meant to tease you, gently easing you off his chest. “Or, the boys won’t stop until you give each one of us a baby.” 

You tried to laugh, to shake off the sudden unease. Today was Wednesday, and Wednesdays meant pancake days in this unconventional household. You got up and slipped on Reo’s shirt, fluffing out your shorter hair. The guys had insisted you cut your locks so that it would be easier to hide them under a baseball cap and pass you off as a man if anyone came looking. 

Sometimes, you did miss your femininity, but in a world where it was literally dying out, you couldn’t take any chances. 

Flashing Reo a smile, you hummed. “Don’t laze around too much like Nagi—I’m making breakfast.” 

In the living room, Bachira was the only one up and awake, his bright golden eyes following your every move as you wished him good morning and prepared your ingredients. Without a sound, he slipped behind you, calloused hands warm on your bare belly. 

“Morning, beautiful,” he whispered into your ear, making goosebumps rise on your arms. 

“Morning, Meguru,” you mumbled, trying to ignore how his hands were creeping up to your bare breasts. Living with seven men meant that you were subjected to their advances night and day. It got even worse when you had told them you missed your period last week, but your cycle turned out to be just a few days late. 

That didn’t stop them from feeling you up, grasping your hips or pressing soft kisses to your neck when you least expected it. Like now, with Bachira’s hot breath bathing the sensitive strip of your jaw. 

Meguru hadn’t been part of your kidnapping heist a few weeks ago, but he had shown up when Isagi called—ready to be of service and contribute his portion in repopulating your tiny, dying town. 

Clicking your tongue at the price tag on the egg carton, you flipped the cardboard cover closed, affronted by the steep spike in those numbers. 

“It’s getting bad out there, right?” 

Bachira paused his efforts in running his nose down your neck, taken off guard by your sudden question. “Um. Yeah. Why’d you ask, princess?” 

Because I haven’t seen the outside world in weeks. You swallowed your bitterness, focused on whipping the yolks into a golden perfection. The boys were doing their best to make you feel cosy and safe within these walls; you couldn’t be too ungrateful. They didn’t let you out for fear of someone catching sight of you—that’s why the windows and doors were all covered and barricaded.

They restricted your contact with only seven of them because they didn’t want an anonymous tip-off to result in you being taken away. 

Every Blue Lock player was careful to protect their golden ace. 

“Nothing,” you hummed in the breeziest voice you could muster. “Just curious, s’all.” 

“Hmm.” Bachira’s hands moved up to your naked tits moving freely under Reo’s bigger t-shirt. “You smell like him,” he accused you softly with a nip to your ear. “That stupid rich boy.” 

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous,” you tried not to smirk, but failed. 

“Nah.” Bachira’s fingers trailed to your stiffening nipples, still sore from Reo’s ministrations (he loved biting down on them while you rode him) and eased the soft flesh in between his thumb and forefinger. “I was waiting for my turn—can’t believe I have to share you with those bastards.” You tried not to gasp and push your body back to meet his pelvis halfway, failing miserably to measure a cup full of milk. Some of the liquid sloshed onto your wrist and you heard Meguru snort. 

“I love how sensitive you are, baby.” 

Biting on your lower lip to stifle a whine, you pushed your ass back to brush the front of his pants, finding him already hard and waiting. 

Bachira was one of the more eager boys, and you had to pace yourself and him less he fucked you on this counter and ruined Rin’s day with you. 

“Meguru—”

“I know, I know,” he groaned, sounding both lustful and disappointed. “You’re emo Itoshi’s tonight. Fucking stupid stick game.” Cursing himself for literally getting the shorter end of the stick, you felt his pout imprint on your skin. “But, can’t we have a little bit of fun, baby? Can I eat your pussy out at least?” 

You literally throbbed at his words, and almost gave in to the rushing desire sweeping you off your feet. Almost—until you heard Isagi’s voice knocking the both of you out of this lust-filled fog.

“Hey. What’re you both doing?” 

While you smelled a threat, Bachira smelled an opportunity. His grin was shark-like, cutting through the tension when he didn’t stop playing with your nipples or back down when you hissed out his name. 

“What’s it look like? I’m trying to fuck her.” 

You tensed, waiting for Isagi to be pissed off. He was the one who reinforced this one-night sharing rule, and to see his best friend blatantly disregarding it would set off his rigid ego. 

But, to your surprise, Isagi tilted his head, taking note of your flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. “I think she… she likes it.” 

Bachira glanced down to find your mouth parted slightly, brows furrowed with a deceptive look of pain when both men knew what it was. Desire. 

Isagi, who could smell a goal or a wrench in the plans from a mile away, started to chuckle. 

“Lift up her shirt. Continue playing with her nipples, Meguru.” 

“Yes, captain,” Bachira sang, and lifted the hem of Reo’s sleep shirt up to expose your puffy, swollen nipples. 

“Shit,” Isagi breathed, and you didn’t miss how he had to adjust himself through his shorts, those dark blue eyes eclipsed with a dark, unnamed emotion you were terrified to uncover. “They look so perfect and pointy.” 

Bachira rolled your sensitive buds between his two fingers, ignoring your soft yelp and flinch when he began to tug on them with a bit more force. “Huh—it really is. Reo must’ve prepped her nicely for us.” 

“For what?” 

The voice of another lover joined the fray. You peeled your watery eyes up to find Reo’s curious expression sweeping between his two friends and your own flushed face. He didn’t seem angry that you were being fondled by Bachira in broad daylight—in fact, Reo looked like he didn’t feel anything. 

He almost looked bored, sweeping those purplish hues to Isagi. “So, are we finally doing it?” 

“Hmm.” 

Doing what? You wanted to ask, but your head was tilted back, mouth falling open only for it to be filled by Bachira’s tongue coaxing yours to come and play with his. His kiss—if it could even be called that—was sloppy and unhurried, its full intention to leave you feeling shame and vulnerability in front of two of your other lovers. 

Showing them how you easily folded and lost yourself to the sensations. 

“Mm—can see her moving her hips,” Isagi’s lowered, husky voice shot a potent mix of desire and shame through your veins. “Check how wet she is Meguru.” 

Abiding his best friend, Bachira dipped two fingers past the waistband of your sleep shorts. You mewled and tossed your head back when he swiped through your folds, teasingly circling your clit. 

As soon as he gave you that wonderful friction, he retrieved it, leaving you high and dry. 

“Meguru,” you whimpered. Bachira ignored you, holding his fingers up to the other two men; his digits glistening with your juices. 

“I don’t think she can wait anymore,” Reo murmured, and this time, you caught a flash of darkness in his otherwise kind eyes. “Isagi—”

“I’ll go first.” 

Meguru nudged you firmly to face the approaching, dark-haired man. You couldn’t keep your eyes off Isagi’s intense, blue eyes that were pinning you right to the spot like you were about to be burned on a stake. The fire came next when he reached out to caress your cheek, trailing his hand down your neck and grabbing your throat. 

“Tease her clit again,” he ordered, and Bachira playfully said, 

“Yes, captain.” 

Fuck. You were growing lightheaded from the combination of Isagi choking you and Bachira running slow circles on your throbbing clit. It was even filthier when you remembered Reo was watching, most likely getting off to your desperate pinched expressions. 

“Meguru… Yoichi…”

Calling them by their first name seemed to spur on those two men. Meguru eased one finger past your tight ring of muscle, melting through your spongy walls and hooking the tip of this thick index right against your g-spot. He nudged it forward in a fluid motion, like how he would effortlessly send forward a ball across the field, forcing a yelp past your kiss-swollen lips. 

Your vision was purely dominated by Isagi’s increasingly unhinged expression; the sweat bulleting down his forehead, his mouth parted in a silent snarl, those dark, beautiful eyes coaxing you to jump down a well just to feel his touch… 

“Y-Yoichi.” 

As if he understood your deeper need, Isagi nodded feverishly at Bachira. “Remove her shorts… hold her open while I eat her out.” 

Dutifully, Meguru followed his friend's instructions. You watched with wide, unblinking eyes as Yoichi got to his knees, his mouth so close to where you needed him the most.

Bachira slung your shorts down your ankles, revealing the sweet shape of your mound and the even sweeter treasure hidden in between your folds. Like a man hellbent on a mission, Yoichi gently pried your clit from under her hood, revealing the throbbing bud waiting to be licked, sucked or loved on. 

You barely had time to catch your breath before his mouth was on you. 

Every man in this house ate you out differently. Reo was more careful and controlled. Nagi was languid and tended to overstimulate you. Barou loved to have your legs on his shoulders as he dove in between your thighs. 

But, Isagi was different; he ate you out with the determination of a man who had to prove he was the best in every way. 

The feeling of his tongue swiping through your folds, those perfect pink lips sealing around your clit and how he sounded like he was making out with your pussy made you clench down on thin air. 

“Yoichi…” you breathed. 

Bachira went to work on stimulating you, too, tugging your shirt above your head and pinching your nipples again. 

Both boys were so intent on driving you to the edge, that they didn’t realise the group of spectators they were attracting. 

From the corner of your watery eyes, you noticed Rin standing, arms crossed over his broad shoulders and frosty glare—tainted with jealousy—directed towards the man in between your thighs. Kunigami had just gotten out of the shower, so his hair was still damp while Barou had returned from a workout, his muscles swollen and shiny with sweat. Chigiri and Nagi were the only ones probably still asleep, though you had little doubt your stream of moans would wake them up out of curiosity. 

Meguru flicked the tip of his nails on your nipples, the sharp sting sending bites of pleasure right to your core. 

“Megu—” you were interrupted again by another sloppy kiss. 

“Tch. You’re all such fucking horndogs.” Rin’s grumble was white noise behind the blood rushing in your ears. 

“... you’re not complaining…” 

“Shut up…” 

A sharp nip to your flesh inner thigh wrenched you back to the present, and you gasped, making eye contact with Isagi and his raised brow. 

“You’re getting bored, Princess?” 

Without missing a beat, you shook your head. “N-no, ‘Ichi. Mm’sorry.” 

He clicked his tongue, obviously not buying your lie. “Here you are getting your pussy eaten out by me and you’re focusing on the other boys. Just admit that you’re a fucking cockwhore, Y/N.” 

You gaped at his words, and your rage was lost when Bachira dragged you back to the counter, arranging you face down and ass up. 

“M-Meguru—!” 

“Come on, who wants to fuck her first,” he boldly exclaimed, shaking you to the core. “She’s ready for a baby.” 

You burned from the inside out at how cheaply he was treating you; that sensation amplified by the sharpest slap of humiliation across your cheeks, Bachira’s handprint glowing warmly on your skin. He spanked you again, matching his mark on your right cheek to your left one, letting you cry out and clench down on thin air.  

“Me.” A deep, resonate voice which you loved having at your ear while he fucked you on every Monday night. After all—a King always went first.

As one of the bigger guys, Barou’s physique gave him the advantage over the others to call dibs on you first, his undeniably good genetics and strong bone structure a contender for healthy babies. 

You felt Bachira’s warmth melt from your side to be replaced by the feel of Shoei’s toned thighs pressed against your rear. 

He soothed the spanks left on your skin with one large, coarse palm, and hummed deeply. 

“You ready, pretty?” 

Nodding, you turned your head to the side, unable to believe that you were in such a vulnerable position to be fucked by the entire football team. 

You weren’t going to lie—you had imagined yourself in this position before. But, it was always in your wildest fantasies; to be defiled by the football team in your tiny uniform behind the bleachers. If you were being honest, every girl on campus had the same daydream, but you were closer to the unattainable. The entire idea was such a cliche, and yet, here you were, in a room full of hungry, testosterone-fuelled men who eagerly waited to have their turn with you—the pretty cheerleader from their bygone days before the world tried to kill humanity off. 

Barou wasted no time in sinking his thick cock into you, groaning as your body took him inch by inch. He rubbed your hips, leaning forward to gently thumb your nipple. “There you go, baby. Taking me so well.” 

His words were a stark contrast from his actions. Shoei gave a low, guttural groan when he bottomed out, a dirty thrill shooting down your spine at the feel of his entire cock moulding with your walls as seven other men gaze lustfully at you. 

Through the shine of an old kettle on the counter top, you noticed Isagi palming himself through his shorts. Bachira was blatantly jacking himself off, one hand inside his sleep shorts. Kunigami was sitting on the sofa, staring at you slack-jawed and completely hard under his towel. Reo was the more subtle one, furtively glancing around and looking slightly uncomfortable, but still unable to tear his eyes from you. 

Chigiri and Nagi had woken up, and Rin was standing a little ways by the door, distancing himself from the activities taking place.

For a split second, you felt bad for him—Rin was supposed to have you today, but he had to wait for his turn as the other guys fucked you; figuratively and literally blue-balled by his own teammates. It would’ve made you mad on his behalf if you weren’t—

“Ow!” 

A sharp tug on your roots snapped your head back, and your cry bounced off the walls. Barou’s lips were on your neck, his hot breath fanning across your neck. 

“Did I tell you you could be distracted? Pay attention to when your King fucks you.”

From the back, you heard Bachira snicker, but every thought flew out of your head when Barou set a pace which had your toes curling in your house slippers. He clamped one hand around the delicate roots of your hair, while the other guided your hips to meet his halfway.

The sound of balls hitting flesh filled the air, along with your animalistic groans and Barou’s deep ones. You heard a few more muffled groans, and someone cursing, but your thoughts were doused in wet cotton, growing heavier and fuzzier. 

You could barely keep your eyes open, only cognizant of Barou’s cock shaping your walls and the impending ball of heat waiting to unravel right under your navel. Meeting his thrusts cleanly, soft mewls fell from your plush lips like dew, mingling with a bit of drool puddling onto the counter right under your mouth. 

Barou was fucking you stupid and the other men knew it. He couldn’t stop the feral grin splitting his face in half when your hips bucked, a little slutty tick which told every man you were about to cum. 

Without warning, you felt wet warmth fill you to the brim—your first load of the day taken like a champ.

Shoei hadn’t let you cum, and you reeled back from the disappointment with barely any grace; your soft sob was replaced by a moan when another man lined up his cock to your stuffed entrance. 

You smelled his fresh pine cologne before you saw him, and sensed Rin’s impatience the second he gripped your jaw and wrenched your face back for a deep, frenzied kiss. 

“Fucking whore,” he whispered into the heat of your mouth. “Letting the other boys feel you up when it’s my turn with you today. Where’s your shame?” 

Your answer melted as one with a dulcet moan when Rin slid two fingers in between your swollen folds, testing the waters of your arousal. He barely cared when his digits were coated with a combination of Barou’s cum and your juices; he just stuck those soiled, pale and nimble fingers which could’ve rivalled a skilled pianist down your throat. You gagged on them, eyes going blurry and all teary from the flavouring of sin heavy on your tongue. 

“Rin,” you hiccuped, and he hummed. 

“Take me deeper, baby.” 

His command brought a throbbing wave of desperation arresting you from head to toe. You tried to bring his fingers further down your gullet, but gagged when he was almost knuckle-deep. 

“Mhpmh!” Your syrupy moan made every man groan, the sheer desperation in how you attempted to fully swallow Rin’s fingers a commendable feat considering he had absurdly thick fingers to match his height. 

“Good girl,” Rin praised you in a husky voice when he felt your throat bob around his digits. “You’re really such the perfect fuckdoll, huh? Always so ready for us.” 

“Mhmm…” your eyes rolled back into your head, your entire body tensing when you felt his cock slowly breach past your tight ring of muscle. 

“Fucking take this dick, baby, I know you can,” the youngest striker urged, his words beyond filthy compared to the other men. Rin was one of the only few people in this house who could talk you through the immense pleasure, and you loved him all the more for it. 

His obscene mouth would never fail to leave you reeling from the difference in his demeanour; sour and quiet when he wasn’t fucking you, to brash and downright filthy when he was egging you towards an orgasm. 

You loved Rin and his duality; lived to watch it come to life.

You wanted to swallow him down and eat him up whole to satiate the deep well of lust inside of you no matter the price. 

“Rin…” you gurgled past his fingers. “Mhmmmore.” 

“More?” he interpreted your gurgles with the ghost of a chuckle. You quite liked it when Rin laughed even if it was a soft exhale; it made you feel lighter to hear his happiness. He hummed and plunged his fingers back down your throat, playing with the soft palate of your tongue, while his cock inched deeper and deeper into your sacred heat.

The second he bottomed out, his forehead thumped onto your shoulder, a long drawn out groan of relief radiating warmth right into your throbbing heart. Rin’s reactions were adorable as they were pussy stirring, his duality further exacerbated by those spit-slicked fingers retracting from your mouth and moving down to your puffy clit.

He gently rubbed circles into them, catching you whenever you bucked into his embrace. His lips were on your neck, his hot breath expelling heated groans onto the sensitive skin. Every single shaky circle on your sensitive nub was pulling you closer and closer into a white hole of pleasure.

Your moans were reaching fever pitch, and the entire house was doused with the arousal of seven men who couldn’t wait to fuck you.

The boys whispered something over your stream of mewls and your feet were off the ground, your limp body in Rin’s arms. Without a second to spare, he brought you to the main bedroom where the largest bed could fit at least three men. 

There, he laid you down, your head dangling off the edge so your mouth was hanging wide open for the next man to defile. 

Rin eased himself in between your spread thighs, placing a kiss onto your sternum almost reverently and leaving more pressees on your jaw and cheeks. You felt someone else rustle up towards the other side of the bed, and your eyes met Kunigami’s darkened ones. His towel was shed off, a heap on the floor, and his long, girthy cock throbbed in anticipation over your face. 

“Open up for me, pretty girl,” Rensuke murmured, grazing your cheek and then hooking a thumb on your bottom lip to spread you wider. You whined, overstimulated on both ends when you felt both men sink into you at the same time. Rin bottomed out the second Rensuke hit the back of your throat, making you jerk and gag. 

The both of them were big—far too big for your smaller body. It was a struggle to take them both and you felt your body reacting to the impossible feat.

“Ssh, ssh,” Rin whispered into your hair. “Relax, baby. You can take us, I know you can.”

With watery eyes, all you could do was mewl, hips bucking pathetically. Rin’s long girth was directly hitting your g-spot with every thrust, and Rensuke was splitting your throat in half. You felt like you could drown in their musk and the thick scent of sex in the air. 

Something bitter hit the back of your throat, and you gagged, about to spit Rensuke out when he clamped one hand on your throat, telling you to keep him there if you wanted to know what was good for you. 

“Hold me, sweetheart. Hold it,” the large football player murmured. You were sure your entire system was going haywire—your pussy and mind in war to come out at the top of your frazzled emotions. 

One of your hands was buried in Rin’s hair, and another was perched on Kunigami’s thigh, trying to ease him down your battered throat. 

Without warning, the other man withdrew his thick length from your mouth, splatters of drool dripping down your chin and neck; defiling you even more. 

“Fucking hurry it up, Rin,” Kunigami growled, throwing the other striker a murderous look which juxtaposed his usually kind expression jarringly. “I need to cum in her.” 

Rin grunted, returning the other striker’s glare with a hostile one of his own. “Shut the fuck up—let me have this with her.” Kunigami stroked himself, trying to keep himself hard as Rin started to jackhammer into your willing cunt.

Your screams of pleasure echoed around the room, contrasting with the other men’s deep growls and groans. It sounded like a smorgasbord of erotic sounds, complemented by the slap of Rin’s balls on your ass. 

The youngest man was close on the verge of his orgasm, his face pinched and drawn. You thought he would’ve taken this chance to cum and ignore your pleasure, like Barou did, but you were sorely wrong when it came to Rin. He pressed a thumb to your swollen clit, rubbing it soft and sweet, increasing the pressure when you started to buck and whine into his embrace. 

You smelled the sting of his sweat, felt it drip into your open mouth, tainting it with the taste of Kunigami’s precum and his own excitement. 

“I’m close,” you sobbed out, arms like vines around his shoulders, nails stabbing into his back. “G’na cum, Rin-Rin—fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

He shook his head, a feral look of pure determined arousal lighting those beautiful features. “Cum for me, baby. Make a mess—show the other guys how much you love my cock.” 

Your back arched, and your mouth fell open in a silent scream. Your thighs tensed around his waist, almost clamping the air out of his lungs from how hard you were clenching around him. The minute ticks, the red lines you left down his back, and your eyes rolling back into your skull arrived at a blinding crescendo.

“Oh! Ugh, Rin—!” 

Your first orgasm hit you like a brick wall, steamrolling every thought from your blank mind. Rin’s face fell into the crook of your neck, and his stuttering hips brought forth a fountain of warmth flowing freely into your womb. 

You were coasting, high on hormones and pleasure, when he disappeared from your embrace, only to be replaced by another body. Kunigami’s lips on your skin were like warm fluttering butterfly wings, slowly bringing you back to the ground.

“I’m here next, okay, baby?” His tender tone didn’t prepare you for how his cock stretched you out. 

“Too big,” you muttered, losing every shred of your composure and shame to hiccup those dirty words. “You’re t-too big.”

“Yeah?” He kissed your tears away. “Aren’t you glad I can stretch you out? Give your sweet body some practice when you have to push out our babies?” 

His words ignited a flame right in your lower belly—making you cry out when Rensuke started to slip inside your already overflowing hole. Gushes of white streaked your thighs, the other men’s releases staining the bed underneath you. 

As you got used to his slightly wider girth, you didn’t expect Kunigami to roll you on your hands and knees. His cock slid back into your waiting heat, the angle making him feel bigger, and stretching you out even more. 

But, it also placed you face to face with the other guys who were eyeing you hungrily—none more so than Reo. 

One thick hand wound the hair around the nape of your neck to snap your head up, keeping you firmly in place to watch the lust dancing in their eyes.

“You really should see how fucking sexy you look, baby,” Chigiri hummed, those bright eyes latched onto the spot where you and Kunigami were connected. “We could eat you whole—you fucking little slut.”

“So pretty,” Reo cooed, and Nagi nodded in agreement. 

The lilac-haired man got bold enough to stride up to you, perching himself on the edge of the bed where your swinging tits were mesmerising him. 

“Raise her up a little bit, Ren.” 

Kunigami obeyed Reo’s orders, settling on his haunches and bringing you up with one arm securely snug around your neck. Your tinier hands fluttered to the thick trunk of his forearm as if trying to pry him off, the breath in your lungs knocked out by Rensuke’s headlock. 

But, whatever bit of oxygen you managed to inhale from Kunigami’s loosening hold was taken away as Reo leaned forward to kiss and suck your tits. He massaged the neglected one with one hand, his lips busy toying with your right nipple. You watched with bated breath as his tongue caressed the hardening flesh, the firm suction of his lips on the vulnerable flesh sending pangs of pleasure straight to your core.

You cried out, throwing your head back to bump Rensuke’s chin. He grunted, and shifted his arm a bit so he could grasp your neck instead, holding you steady as his cock wrecked you and Reo’s mouth on your tits continued driving you insane.

“She’s drooling,” Nagi drawled, catching their attention. 

Every eye zeroed in on your blissed-out face, your mouth parting and a little bit of spit dripping past your chin. Kunigami chuckled, breathless and almost feral when he leaned forward to sloppily make out with you. 

The sound of wet lips smacking on each other and a big cock stirring you closer to another orgasm made every man in the room throb—even those who had already come. Every footballer was thinking of the numerous ways he could bend you over and fuck you hard until you squirted all over them; each of their mind’s eye tainted with your sweet moans and even sweeter release.

You gave a short scream, your orgasm catching everyone off guard when you almost folded forward if it wasn’t for Reo catching you. Your body was shuddering like someone had tasered you—a pure scream of pleasure rebounding across the thin walls.

Reo held you as you sobbed, your release triggering Kunigami’s own orgasm. More warmth filled you up and you had lost track of how many men had already came in you; your brain a complete mush with no solid thoughts in it.

Like clockwork, another cock filled you—this time it was Reo’s again—and your mouth was stuffed with someone else's length. You were dragged into a cowgirl position by Reo who let Nagi mount you from the back, both of their lengths taking turns pistoning into your stretched out heat.

“Disgusting,” someone muttered in disdain over the sounds of two men concurrently fucking one woman. Neither of you cared, and you were pulled into a sloppy makeout session with Nagi as Reo continued sucking and licking your already reddened nipples.

Every part of your orifice was swollen, but you still took Chigiri without complaint when it was his turn. You were already like jelly at this point, your entire body sagging on the bed and going numb from the neverending pleasure.

Thankfully, he was quicker, cumming into you within minutes, and kissing you on the forehead afterwards. Your hole was stuffed to the brim with white hot cum, and you thought you couldn’t take anymore until you felt Bachira sliding behind you, hitching your thighs up.

“Hey, Princess,” the golden-eyed menace cooed. “Did you think we would forget about you?” 

You felt the bed dip, and Isagi’s face swam in your vision. He came closer to give you a kiss, and his lips felt like a soothing balm on a hot day. 

“Yoichi,” you whispered, eyes heavy and body already close to shutting down from exhaustion. “M’so tired.”

“I know, pretty girl, I know,” the dark-haired man whispered. “But, Meguru and I haven’t had our turn with you yet. It would be unfair if we didn't, right?” He gently stroked your cheek, voice saturated with fake sympathy. “You wouldn’t want us to not fuck you after you’ve already taken everyone’s cock, right? You’re not that cruel to deny us, are you, baby?”

“Fucking twisted weirdo,” you heard another person quip. But, you were too far gone to stop the collision of his lips on yours, that skilled mouth drinking away all of your complaints.

As he distracted you, Bachira slipped his thick and veiny cock right into your waiting cunt, his groan low and erotic against your shoulder. 

“How’re you still so wet and tight after so many rounds?” He nipped your shoulder in frustration, setting a pace that rutted your body back and forth on the soft sheets. “You’re a fucking nympho, baby—so needy for our cocks.”

“Shut up,” you groaned in between Yoichi’s hot mouth pressing onto yours. You tried to squirm away to get back some of your lost breath, but Isagi refused to let you part from his lips. He chased after you, mouth sealing over yours again and again as you tried to twist your head this way and that. 

Strings of spittle clung to both of your chins, and that sick part inside of you which wanted more pushed the voice of common sense in your head out of the way—making you fall head over heels for Yoichi’s mouth on yours. You kissed him back with as much hunger and zeal as your tired body could muster, pushing your boundaries right to the very edge. 

Isagi’s ego fed heartily on your submission, greedily taking everything you gave him.

By the end of this sloppy makeout session, your lips were tingling, and Bachira had already come inside of you—getting off to the sight of his best friend and the girl they were sharing stuck in an intimate lip lockdown.

The last man to take you was drawing it out. He took your face in his hands, nudging you free from Bachira’s grasp and rolling you into his arms.

“Out,” Isagi commanded, in a tone that broke no argument. “Leave me and Y/N alone.”

The rest of the guys began to grumble, but one sharp glare from the terrifying striker was enough to quiet everyone down. Indisputably, Yoichi ran the show, and his ego was bigger than any of theirs combined—the lesser knew when to give way to someone who could devour them without regrets.

Everyone turned to leave, and the last one was Rin who hovered by the doorway, unwilling to abandon you to Yoichi’s devices. The other dark-haired man shot his nemesis a frigid stare that could’ve frozen over Hell’s fires.

“Out, Itoshi.” 

The younger man countered his superior’s glare with a mutinous one of his own. 

“Who’s to say you won’t hurt her?” Rin’s nostrils flared, flickering his gaze to your closed eyes and limp body. “We can’t trust you with her.”

Isagi snorted. “If you want to watch, be my guest. I’ll fuck her so good she’ll forget about you assholes.”

The competition was on, and you were the final prize for these men to win. But, it wasn’t just your body they wanted—each of them fought to secure your womb so it would grow their fruits and give them the family they dreamed of. 

You were their greatest treasure, and they would go to the ends of the earth to make sure you were safe—even watching the other men to make sure none of them would hurt you. 

Isagi was a packaged dynamite waiting to blow; he was too unpredictable and Rin would hate himself if he pushed you too far or injured you in any shape or form. He planted himself against the wall, arms folded across his chest while those searing teal eyes watched you gasp and preen for Isagi’s attention. 

The dark-haired man was playing with your clit, using the dirtiest tactic to rile you up so you would explode in pleasure for him. His mouth was toying with your swollen nipples, and Rin winced when he bit on the tender nub, earning your shriek. It didn’t take a genius to see you were hanging on the tether of your sanity, and with your body already keyed up to the hundreds, your next orgasm was sure to leave you delirious.

Your small hands wound up in his hair, holding him close despite the excruciating pleasure. If Yoichi was the current wrecking you apart, he was also the life buoy you clung on to as your body coasted on the unending pleasure.

“I don’t even need to make you wet, baby,” he breathed right into the shell of your ear, gripping your hips hard. “You’re already so stretched out for me.”

Your breathing caught, a hitched moan echoing around the room when he sank deep into your heat with little to no prep. Isagi kissed you on your lax mouth, and tasted your tears right on his tongue.

“You okay, baby?” He forced your face to his, and your eyes fluttered open. All you could give was a tired nod, and he grinned down at you. “Okay. Are you ready?” 

You nodded again, and that was when another person caught your attention. “Rin?” 

“M’here,” the other dark-haired striker murmured, his eyes softening with fondness when you smiled at him. “I’ll make sure you get your rest afterwards.”

You hummed, and the idea of knocking off to sleep sounded so good, your eyes had already slipped close. 

“Hey—focus on me, sweetheart.”

Isagi’s hand around your neck squeezed down, cutting off your air supply. You gasped and sputtered, eyes rolling wide open. His grin was feral, touched with a hint of insanity. “Good girl. Now, watch me fuck you, sweetheart.”

He pushed your back onto the pillows, and your eyes instantly went to where you both were connected. Isagi’s pretty cock was smeared with your juices and the other men’s cum, the sight alone so filthy it made your cheeks flush.

“‘Ichi,” you hiccuped, going dumb on every stroke of his heavy cock against your velvet walls. “I-I’m close.” 

Your pussy fluttered around his length, the overstimulation touching you like a livewire. He rolled his hips into yours, the sloppy sounds of your pussy getting him higher than any risky goal. There was a reason he went last, and it was because he wanted to savour the sounds you were making; the way your pretty eyes went all glassy and hazy just for him. 

Isagi loved you so fucking much, he swore he couldn’t breathe when you started to chant his name.

“‘Ichi, ‘Ichi,” you gasped out, twisting in his grip, your back arching. “K-Kiss me, ‘Ichi.” 

He obliged you, ignoring the jealous presence waiting right in the wings, waiting for him to fuck up. But, Isagi was gentle with you. He tenderly planted hot, open-mouthed kisses onto your parted lips, drinking in your sweet whines and mewls of desperation. Isagi himself wasn’t in control of his body; that was the effect you had on him.

You drove him crazy with your supple love and beautiful smiles. Everytime you looked at him, it felt like he had been shot right in the chest. Yoichi was so, so crazy for you, and luckily for him, your feelings were the same.

He let Rin get an eyeful of you licking his lower lip, your treacherous side coming to light when you blatantly showed off your preference for the unassuming striker. The other man looked like he was swallowing shards of concrete, his expression twisted in disgust. But, Isagi had already given him an out and Rin didn’t want to take it—he was stuck with the consequences of his actions. 

“Yoichi,” you sighed out his name, all stickily sweet in your high-pitched moan. “I love you, ‘Ichi.” 

“Yeah?” Isagi grunted, your little confession going straight to his burgeoning ego. “Say it louder, baby. Tell the whole world what you feel for me.”

“I love you,” your gasp of pleasure when he changed the angle of his driving hips fed the monster inside of him. “I love you!” 

“Fuck,” Isagi bit down on your neck, leaving behind a mark for the other men to see. Rin’s own marks were on your shoulders and breasts, but Isagi had gone one step further to make his impression on the tender skin between your neck and jaw—right above your pulse point. It was so every beat of your heart echoed with his imprint and every time any of the boys looked at you, they were reminded of who you loved the most.

 “‘Ichi,” you gasped out, and your stuttering hips told Isagi you were already close. Your thighs tensed around him, and he fueled your unravelling further by rubbing on your clit with his rough thumb, the action making you jerk and gasp like you had been electrocuted.

“Yoichi… ‘Ichi… Yoichi!” you cried out his name as your body gave one final push—your release slamming into you with the force of a thousand brick walls, dragging you straight into darkness.

You thought you might’ve died in this instance. Your entire body felt too heavy, and you could physically hear every beat of your heart.

Someone was holding you tightly to his chest, his lips peppering gentle kisses on your face. You pried your eyes open after what felt like two hours trying to recollect your bearings, only to find a pair of teal eyes gazing down at you in worry.

“Baby?” Rin’s voice was soft and unintrusive. He let you get used to the bright light of a warm afternoon—watching you stretch yourself and ease your muscles.

“What time is it?” you asked in a thick voice. Staring down your body, someone had cleaned you up and dressed you in Kunigami’s oversize t-shirt and Rin’s boxers. You felt refreshed and well-taken care of, your entire heart swelling eight times its size to fit your love for every man in there.

Rin leaned forward and you caught his face with your shaky palms, caressing those defined cheekbones. 

“You slept for almost an hour. Bachira thought you had died.” 

You stifled a giggle, tracing your thumbs over the shape of his mouth. Rin let you pull him in for a kiss, and like the worrywart he was, he didn’t deepen it, not wanting to give into the insatiable lust humming in his veins.

If you thought one horny, touch-starved man was a handful, you hadn’t expected the other seven to come through the door and pile up on the bed, each of them clamouring to cuddle you.

You giggled when Nagi tripped over Reo to snuggle up on your left side, only to be stopped by Bachira who literally yanked the taller man out of the way to steal his place. In the end, you took turns cuddling with each man, their deep sigh of relief that things had turned out great and not as weird as they thought, fed right into your relaxed soul. 

As sunlight streamed in through the blinds, the outside world may be in an upheaval, but within these four walls, you were as safe as you could be in your favourite football team’s arms.

©️lalunanymph, 2023

Idk what to call this

This is my first time writing so bear with me.

At first Senku wouldn't really mind if you're going around the others and asking them this specific thing that got you curious.

There would be times you would hang out with Gen more and this makes him annoyed and yet at the same time, happy for you that you got yourself a new friend. He know how you struggle with making friends so the least he could do is avoid getting jealous of Gen.

Ah, now he had enough. Ryusui, who's a literal flirt, had been making you laugh like crazy. He had never seen you laugh that way with him nor smile like that with him. It made him feel something on his chest.

He wants to be the only one to do that but he's busy rebuilding the humanity with the help of those people who he gets jealous of. And you understanding it doesn't want to be a hindrance on his way. You know how important it is to him.

That day, he didn't even bothered to spare a glance at you nor spoken a word with you. He was giving you the silent treatment he knows you don't deserve.

He made the work for Ryusui harder more than it already was. Made Gen so busy so he wouldn't have the time to talk to you and did the same to the others.

Nigh time falls soon, the kingdom of science have fallen into their sleep because of how bossy Senku got.

You're with Senku at a tent you built with the help of people from the village.

"Senku?"

"Hmm?" he hummed without looking at you and continued.

"can we cuddle?" you are really vocal about what you want and that's one of the things Senku liked about you.

"Go to sleep I'll be busy"

And with that you sighed and turned your back from him, covering yourself with a blanket.

He heard that disappointed sigh but he couldn't just bring himself to cuddle with you after remembering the way you laughed at Ryusui's jokes or how you smile as you talk about the things you love with Gen.

You missed him, Senku who would always at least try to show that he loves you still in his own ways. But lately he's been busy, like really busy. At the first few weeks of being in the Ishigami Village he would still make time for you and now he always say, "I'm busy, go ask Gen, Ryusui or Chrome about it."

It went on for weeks and now it's your birthday.

Most of the people you're with probably knows it's your birthday today. Gen gave you flowers as a gift for her couldn't really buy you anything from this stone world. While Ryusui just gave you a lot of those 'money'.

Senku of course witnessed when Gen gave you those flowers and got irritated by it.

You didn't want to others to tell Senku that it's your birthday today and told them to just go on with their day.

As the day went on, Senku didn't even greet you a happy birthday. You just convinced yourself that he has a lot of things going on with his mind that time and it isn't a big deal

The next day, Senku heard you conversing with Gen again. Curious, he eavesdropped as he pretend to do the task at hand

"Did Senku gave you anything yesterday?"

He was confused on why Gen asked that. What was yesterday? It's just any normal day, right?

"Oh, yeah he actually gave me a birthday gift last night! It was a really pretty bracelet."

He paused at what he was doing, suddenly remembering why you asked him if he forgot anything last night

"No I didn't, I'm pretty sure I already did all of the things I needed to do."

"I see.. anyways, I'm gonna go to sleep. Good night, Senku"

He looked at where you are, seeing you showing Gen the bracelet he already gave you back when this all happened.

Gen knows that you were lying to him of course. The eyes don't lie and your eyes are filled nothing but sadness.

"It's really pretty, huh? I'm sure it took a lot of time crafting that," he said going along with your acting.

"Yeah, it is. I'm just glad he didn't forgot."

Bang and hang

synopsis: bonten kidnapped a gen z reader whose father is in debt to them. turns out the gen z kid is something they didn’t expect and bonten gang is in for a ride.

PART 6 (check masterlist for other parts)

cw: smut, lots of praise, threesome, blowjob, breeding kink (if you squint enough), more praise. Let me know if I missed anything!

gn!reader

please let me know if I’ve written in any way that’s not gender neutral, that would be really appreciated and I would fix it right away. Thank you in advance!

Bruh this was,,,a ride to write tbh cause I’ve never written a threesome before. I hope this was enjoyable enough or the praises in this will make up for it lmao — Kei

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NSFW BELOW THE CUT

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Your upper body bare, all for Ran to see as you hump against tented up crotch. A little patch of wet spot was visible on his sweatpants and you felt delighted to see that and know how Ran felt.

His kisses and touches felt hot on your skin as you rub yourself against him, whimpering out pleases for him to properly fuck you. You didn’t hear the door unlock but when it opened properly, Mikey stood in the entrance.

Enthralled by his appearance, you let out a little happy squeal seeing your cute man at the door, surprised to the see the special view in front of him. Your nipples perked out, your lips formed into a happy grin as Ran was clearly shocked as he stopped in his tracks, stopping just hovering over your nipple.

“You came!”

“I did.” Mikey says, feeling loss of words. “Did I interrupt?”

“Not really, I would love to have a another one fucking me up if I’m gonna be honest.”

“Are you blatantly flirting now? In this situation?” Ran speaks up. “Shut up, have you seen that man’s dick?”

“Have you?”

“No but I know it’s out of this world.”

Snickering at your remarks, Mikey closes the door. Ran looks at him in surprise but his reaction seconds on turns into a knowing smile with a hint of a little smirk on his pretty lips.

“Oh wow.” You slightly moan as Mikey takes off his shirt in such a attractive way, showing off his toned body. His abdomen was flat and the abs slightly visible, his own nipples were perked up and even he himself wore a sweatpants which added more to your reason to feel hot in every part of your body. A soft whimpers leaves your lips when Mikey sits behind you on your bed.

“Can I touch you?” Yes, consent is key. And Mikey’s got all consent in the world for you. “Gosh, please do.” You cry out in frustration. Smirking at your reaction while flashing Ran a knowing glance, Mikey finally places his hands on your body, touching you everywhere from your shoulders to your hips and waist. Going up to trace his fingertips on your shoulder blades and around your nipples. All of it felt hypnotizing.

“My my, our little doll came just by you touching their pretty skin.” Ran sings out in amusement. Feeling embarrassed, you turn your neck to place your face on Mikey’s bare chest.

“Are you disappointed?” The sudden need to ask for approval and confirmation just hits you. Stroking your cheek and brushing his thumb against your lips. Mikey shakes his head. “I’m rather proud of you.” He says before kissing you on the lips. The kiss felt dizzying in such a good way, turning your body around to face Mikey properly, your knees were on the bed and your ass right in front of Ran’s view.

Enjoying the sight in front of him, he squeezes your ass with both his hands, yelping in shock in the kiss with Mikey at Ran’s touch, you soon melt into it when you felt Ran softly kneading it and placing kisses here and there. Until you felt him circle his finger on your core down below and slowly enter the same finger.

Moaning into the kiss with Mikey, the said man tugs on your lower lip and sucks on it. He traces his hands on your front and circles your nipples with his index finger and thumb. Arching your back at the both Mikey and Ran’s touches, you started to feel sensitive, pulling away from the kiss when you felt Ran enter a second finger and repeatedly thrusts his fingers and stretches you wide.

“Doing this so you can take my cock well, hmm.” Ran tells you as you pull away from the kiss with Mikey.

“Such a good doll, are they not?” Mikey says as Ran hums in response. “They do deserve a little reward.” Feeling excited for your said reward and your anticipation clearly shown on your face, Mikey chuckles as he cups your face and gives you a chaste kiss on your lips before grabs the top of your hair and tugs you down to his dick.

“You think you can take me like this?” Wanting to show a demonstration, you were about to go for it until tugs your hair down and your face him. “I want a answer with that pretty mouth of yours, doll.”

“Yes sir, I can take it.” Liking your reply, you took his cock in your mouth, wrapping your lips around the tip as Mikey throws his head in back in pleasure with a moan. Swiftly licking his entire length and then taking it fully in your mouth down your throat, hitting the back. Mikey’s hold on your hair tightens as he grits his teeth in satisfaction. Ran chuckles in amusement as he touches himself, enjoying the event in front of him, unfolding.

Your mouth is warm on his cock, it’s wet and devastatingly soft. Mikey looks down at you and locks eyes as you work him wonders. He’s already so close and can’t process anything else than the sensation and pleasure from your pretty mouth on his cock. Bopping your head up and down Mikey’s cock, Ran feels himself coming closer. But then Mikey’s pulling off and you whine in on protest at the loss of his cock in your mouth.

“Gonna fill you up so well, angel.” Ran says, licking two of his fingers and strokes it on your hole before fully entering you. Gasping at the size of his dick and him entering you slowly in such a frustrating way, you wiggle your hips closer to his as Ran lets out a chuckle in amusement. “Not so fast, dear.” He says that but pulls out and seconds later shoves himself in you as you grip hard on the sheets beneath yourself. Mikey watches the both of you as he jerks himself to come.

A grin spreads on Ran’s lips, as he repeatedly thrusts into you, slamming his hips into yours, making you cry out in pleasure. He plants both of his hands on your hips to gain more control over his pace and starts fucking you properly.

Mikey lets out a breathy laugh as he tries to match the pace of his executive fucking you, he won’t last long meanwhile Ran on the other side.

Ran’s thrusts were like a animal in heat, desperately hammering into you. Each time his balls slaps against you, you let out a shaky moan at the pleasure.

“Am I doing good?” You asked, gasping inbetween every word.

“So good, so good.” Mikey says as you look up at him and he reaches his climax, some of it coming on your face as you lick some that landed on your lips. Mikey grins at your action and sloppily kisses you as Ran fucks you.

Ran felt you clamp down on his cock and he felt his thrust getting sloppier each time. He lost himself inside you, continuing to stroke your walls with his cock at a sloppy pace. Managing to catch a few more thrusts before he came, his cock twitches between your walls and fills you up so good.

Face wet with tears as you felt your knees almost giving out, Ran pulls himself out of you. Mikey breaks the kiss and wipes away the drool on your lips.

“You did so well.” He praises you as you smile in content.

“You did more than well.” Ran tells you as he flips you around gently on your back, massaging your hips. You got to take a good look at Ran, his hair was messy and sticking to his forehead, skin glistening as he had a gentle smile on his face. You reach out to Ran but feeling so exhausted, you held onto Ran’s hands close to your chest. Mikey hums in agreement as he runs his hands through your hair.

The last thing you saw before you dozed off were the two faces of the bonten members, Ran cleaning you up as Mikey hovered above you and planted a kiss on your forehead.

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AAAAAA you’ve come so far ;) nah jk I hope y’all enjoyed this really, hope it lived up to your expectations.

This series will end very soon, I haven’t figured out how to end it yet, but I’m gonna have to close up this series and that’s so sad ngl :”)

Have a nice day/night,

Kei!

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[Sung Jinwoo x High School Ex-Lover!Reader]

The Requests ― Part 1 (here) ― Part 2 — Part 3 ― Part 4 ― Part 5

Sung Jinwoo. The Hunter who was praised for his bravery and selflessness, the Hunter who was the embodiment of Cinderella, and the Hunter who was hailed as a hero no matter where he went and how he acted. All because he acted for the good of the people around him, be it former foes or strangers in another country, he protected all. He was humanity’s strongest shield and sword against the dangers of the monsters within the vile Gates.

Yet to you, his shining image was clouded with the shadows that surrounded him. In your memory of him, one stood out more than the rest, more than the good deeds he’s done, more than the joyous memories you made with him.

“I’m sorry. Let’s break up.”

His words pierced your heart and body like no other. The shield you held over your heart was long gone and the walls you built around you long crumbled, all because of the knight in front of you. You can’t say you didn’t expect it, you have and mentally prepared yourself, still… It hurts oh so much.

“I understand. I wish you happiness, Hunter Sung. May your days be nothing of smiles and content.”

And you turned and left to hide your tears. Even knowing that Jinwoo would one day leave you because he was stronger now and would have more and better choices, you craved—clung—to the fantasy that he wouldn’t leave you behind after everything that you’ve done for him. You drank till your body couldn’t handle and your bartender friend called in your reliable friend from back in your college days. You cried in his chest. Why? Why weren’t you a Hunter as well? You could have done more! More for your dearest lover! Maybe then, you wouldn’t be abandoned. 

That night was agonizing to live through. It was the worst day of your life. Perhaps, you were in love with the idea of love. You and Jinwoo did fall for the other over some silly comment and gossip from your classmates, then you started seeing the other differently. You two thought they were right and loved each other like actual lovers. How immature of you. Look what that led you?

It took some time, but you recovered with the help of your college friend. He helped more than you could ever thank him for. If he weren’t such a workaholic or that heated up then maybe your heart could have been swayed. Still, you knew for a fact; that you couldn’t—wouldn’t—be in another relationship any time soon.

When the world appeared to be coming to an end, you stared out your apartment window and sighed. Jinwoo must be saying his final farewells to his loved ones; his mother, his younger sister, that brother of a Hunter Jinho, and his new lover Cha Hae-In. It didn’t ache as much now than before when you thought about their official relationship and Jinwoo moving on so quickly while you took your time recovering. Now, you were fine with the time you had for yourself.

Your phone rang and you picked it up without a thought, a voice spoke from the other end. “World’s ending, thought I should check up on you.”

“How nice of you.” You chuckled from your end and retreated back into your apartment and away from the window, “Aren’t you busy with your guild affairs to call me?”

“I can still rest, can’t I? Here I was being nice and now I’m scolded.” You hummed, knowing the man from the other end heard it loud and clear. There was a pause before he continued, “Any regrets? Might as well say it since the world is ending.”

“Why should I tell you?” You meant it as a tease since you two have been close and shared a lot with each other. Way more that people could have confused you two as lovers at some point.

“Think of it as a goal for your next life. I wish we had our silly friendship and that there were no more beasts to fight off so I could work.”

You remained silent for a while. What would you wish for? What was your regret? You glanced over to a corner, you know it was because of the lighting that there was a shadow, but you couldn’t help but be reminded of a certain someone. Your lips moved while your eyes were glued to the shadow, speaking your mind, “I regret having let down my guard for him. I wish… I never met him.”

Whether it was the heavens taking pity on you or cursing you, you can’t tell. The moment you woke up, you were back home and alive. The only difference was that you have shrunk. No. That’s too light of a term. To be more specific, you have turned back to a child. It made no sense whatsoever that it was a dream. A dream too realistic since you could feel the clothes covering your body and the wind against your skin, even smell the familiar cooking of your parents. Not to mention, eat it!

You accepted it as reality when a week passed and nothing changed. You figured that you were reliving your life due to regrets. Or maybe a lot of people had regrets so everyone is reliving their lives right now. Yet you were the only one who seemed to have remembered anything about Hunters and Gates. Well, the moment you realized that, you shut up and said it was all a dream to anyone you asked, a child’s fantasy is wild after all, so none was the wiser. 

First things first, though, you had to avoid being in the same high school as Jinwoo. Easy enough as you had another school that was much closer to your apartment now. It was so easy for you to change your future since you were the only one that know what would happen. Cha Hae-In is Jinwoo’s fated lover, so at some point, they’d meet each other and fall in love. No surprise, but you want to be away from that drama.

“Dear! Can you get the door for me?” Your mother’s shout brought you out of your musical trance.

“Yes, mom!” You placed your violin down and hopped onto the couch. Your footsteps pitter-patter through the floor. You reached the door and opened it, knowing the metal fence as the outer door was closed to protect you in case of an attempt at breaking and entering. “Who is it—?!”

The bright red hair and the matching red eyes, you recognize them anywhere. The boy in front of his parents smiled with his head bowed to give his greetings. “Hello! I’m Choi Jong-In, your new neighbour. I’ll be studying at XXXX Middle School if you want,” His closed-eyes smile softened as his eyelids opened again to meet your shocked gaze. “We can walk to school together.”

Words seemed to have been sucked out of your mouth as you stared at the boy. Your parents had come to the door and welcomed the boy inside while you were still in a daze. In the past, you had never met Jong-In this early; you met him when you two were in college and Jinwoo in high school. Perhaps because you avoided meeting Jinwoo, now you met Jong-In. Well, you can’t complain. It was a good change.

“What a coincidence! We go to the same school.” You smiled back and introduced yourself. He repeated your name, and a wave of nostalgia washed over you. And so started your friendship with your former best friend from your past life.

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As time passed, days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, months turned to years. There were no such things as Gates or Hunters or even mana. Everything was just perfectly normal, just as you pleased. You momentarily looked up from your phone at the cluster of people before you stared up into the sky. Your eyes widened as you caught sight of what appeared to be a Gate in the sky. Even after a few moments, nothing happened, and no Hunters were awakened. You couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

You passed by an ice cream shop and wondered if you should grab a cup of ice cream while waiting for your friends. Your attention was taken away when your phone buzzed and you looked down once more to see what the notification was about. Ah, your friend’s here.

You walked away from the shop and entered the crowd, entirely missing the boy who rushed out of his seat from the window table and tried to catch you. You heard your name being called out, and you went in that direction, finding the redhead waving his hands in your direction. You chuckled and went over to him. “Hey.”

“Hey to you too, let’s get out of here. It’s so crowded.” Jong-In placed his arm around your shoulders and led you away from the crowd. 

When you look back up at the sky, nothing happens, and the crowd starts to disperse. As you and Jong-In chatted up a storm, ignoring the chatter around you two, you also didn’t notice how the boy had stared at you longingly with guilt and envy in his eyes while the shadows around him twisted and swirled, reflecting his conflicting emotions. 

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“Have you heard? That running star, Sung Jinwoo, is going to this college too!”

“I heard! I also heard he’s still single too!”

“You think I got a chance with him?”

“No way. I heard he’s a heartbreaker! Even Cha Hae-In’s no match for him.”

“Aw… That’s crazy.”

You stood up and moved to another seating area with a deadpan emotion. After finding a good seat, you sat down and returned to whatever you were doing on your phone. Up until now, you had been able to predict what happened since that was the point in time that Jinwoo went to become a Hunter. Basically, since high school, you were on your own. You managed just fine because the moment you weren’t in the same school as Jinwoo, it was the same as you never having to meet each other. Even better as it saved you from heartache and unnecessary emotions.

Still. You were beyond confused as to why Jinwoo wasn’t together with Cha Hae-In when they were so lovey-dovey in your previous life. There’s no way you heard it right. Gossip is just that, gossip. It’s never true, and even if some parts are, the majority of them are twisted to match whatever the listener and speaker want to hear or know. 

The students in the lecture hall suddenly squealed as they all whispered about the newest student who came in. You glanced up and huffed with a smirk, watching with a teasing look at Jong-In, who was called by men and ladies alike. He was popular, after all. He came to your seat and gave you that gentlemanly smile, “Come on, you free to go now?”

“Geez, not sure. I feel like sitting a bit longer.” You taunted shamelessly.

You watched as his eye twitched and his smile widened dangerously. “Don’t be such a tease. You know we’ll be late for lunch.”

“Lunch is a whole few hours long; we can afford to be late for a few… say… 30 minutes or so?”

At your words, Jong-In immediately started packing your belongings for you, strapping your bag over his shoulders, then pulling you out of your seat and dragging you out of the hall. People all cooed in your direction, some even whistled. 

You let him do so until you two were in a more secluded hallway when you spoke up. “You know I was just teasing. Who told you to be so popular?”

“And here I thought having you around me would ward off people…” Jong-In sighed, finally letting you go of your hand. “Sorry for being rough.”

“It’s no big deal.” You shrugged and took back your bag. “So, the confessions are still sky high?”

“Not sky high, but still a number of them.” Jong-In fixed his glasses, raking his hair with his fingers, “Seriously, I just want to focus on my studies and get started on my work!”

You and Jong-In have been close and the best of friends, in the past and current life. In both lives, he was basically married to work, or study at the moment. Jong-In had no want for romance, and you avoided the whole romance thing, so both of you came to the agreement of being a fake couple to ward off other people. Since you two were close enough to do what couples do without feeling romantically attracted to the other, well, nothing like kissing but hand-holding and hugging was acceptable.

Jong-In looked over to you, who was still very much unaffected and chill about everything. The winds seemed to pick up when his words escaped his lips. “What will you do if Sung Jinwoo finds you when I’m not around?”

Your eyes darted to his before you blinked and looked out the window, “I doubt it. Let’s just say I have a strong feeling that he’s making a mistake if he does come to me.” You smiled at Jong-In while your eyes seemed devoid of light. “I’ll just direct him to the right one.” You blinked and, like a switch, returned to normal. “Why the sudden question?”

A finger of his pointed behind you, “Because he’s coming in this direction and I don’t think it’s a coincidence.”

Note: First part out! This request has been sitting in my inbox for a while, sorry it took so long. As you could tell, I had other stories and stuff to do. But it's out! Thoughts, everyone?

Circe Y.

My Works: MASTERLIST

HEY BESTIE CAN U MAKE A BLURB OR SOMETHING ABOUT FIVE HARGREEVES DURING THE FIRST EP OF S3 like yk the one where he saw delores after jayme spits on him and the reader who happens to date him saw it and like "wtf is he doing" and heard the name delores coming out of his mouth and the reader just goes silence after that scene BECAUSE THE READER IS THINKING ABOUT IT A LOT LIKE "is he actually still in love with a mannequin" and like very angsty afterwards but Five confronted her why she's being so quiet after their visit at the sparrows and the rest is up to u :] TYSM IDK ITS MY 1ST REQUEST ACTUALLY AND I CANTTT STOP THINKING ABT S3

ANGSTANGSTANGST

warnings: i think there's swearing, female reader (in my mind, but i can't remember using pronouns), angst. hardcore angst

tags: @mad-elia

PERFECTION

You were both running to get to Allison, his arm was around your waist, the other arm stretched toward the cornered woman. 

“Thanks,” she heaved once the three of you made it to the upstairs. 

“No problem,” Five said.

And then you saw her. She was a taller woman with electric black hair and green eyes. 

He told you guys to go, that he’d handle the woman. While Allison ran, you lingered, hiding behind the wall, watching.

He hit her over the head and she let out a groan of pain. Good. He could handle anything, your boyfriend. You had no doubt he’d be able to handle this easily; after all, he was probably the quickest thinker out of everyone. He could do anything and everything and that was only one reason you were irretrievably, desperately in love with the man.

And then came the spit, along with a hiss bubbling from the woman’s mouth. Jayme, you think her name was. Jayme. It sounded about right.

You wrinkled your nose, much like Five who began to berate her. “Agh! Hey, gross, alright?”

But before he could continue the usual lecture about sanitation, his face went glassy. Sweat built up on his forehead, and he began to walk around almost aimlessly.

“What the hell?” you heard him whisper. His eyes were directed toward the stairs, as were Jayme’s.

You ran out, looking at him, but didn’t touch him. Disturbing people when they’re in a trance could end dangerously, you heard. 

“What did you do to him?” you whispered, but she heard it and only smiled. It wasn’t one of those soft smiles; it was something similar to Five’s smile when he was irked. It was crooked, fake.

“I’m only showing him what he wants, kid.”

“Dolores?” Five whispered. You could feel your heart shatter.

The mannequin; that mannequin that sat with the both of you through the darkest nights of the apocalypse. She was there through everything; he always seemed to choose her over you. Even after you two were together. Dolores this; Dolores that; “Dolores would look good in this, wouldn’t she?”; “Dolores, you’re perfect”; “Dolores, I love you”.

You thought it was over. You thought he was over the stupid mannequin; you thought he loved you, only you. You thought that you two were meant for one another, the stupid soulmate shit everyone preached. But, you could see now, you clung on too tightly to the dreams a little girl would have.

You could see him break out into a smile, a genuine one. “Dolores.”

And then came the italian. 

“Really? Italian? Holy shit. Do you think I could get out of this without fighting you?” you asked Jayme. She raised an eyebrow at you before quickly turning to Five. “I’m way to tired for-”

He began to make out with thin air. 

Well, fuck.

“Okay, I’m just going to go,” you said, holding back the tears that threatened to spill.

You only just turned your back when you heard Five tumble down the stairs.

~*~

“Just gonna sit. I’m just gonna sit for a minute,” Luther groaned.

Your bones were cracking. You could practically collapse right there, plopping down on the top of the bench, lying there, mimicking Klaus on the table next to yours.

“Oh, I’m cracking,” Klaus said, a grit to his voice. You could second that.

“You all good, Klaus?”

“Fine, (Y/N/N), you?”

“Could be better.”

Five climbed on top of the table, sitting on the edge and placing your head gently in his lap. He began to run his fingers through your hair, his rhythm was constant. His love wasn’t. He grazed a cut and you hissed.

“That’s one hell of a cut, Sweetheart,” he mused quietly. You used that as an excuse to get out of his lap.

“I’m fine.”

You could see him flinch- just barely, not enough to catch if you weren’t paying close attention- at the slight harshness in your tone.

Good.

~*~

“CHET! Mon frère! I’d like my usual suite, por favor!” Klaus announced excitedly to the man at the front desk. He was older, his wrinkles prominent, but his hair still maintaining a blondish color that grasped onto hints of youth. 

“I’ve never seen you before,” Chet deadpanned. 

“See? Told you. Discreet.”

“Great job, Klaus,” you giggled; in turn, he wrapped an arm around you and wrestled you into his side.

“Don’t sass me, kiddo. There is such thing as a time out corner, you know.”

The dog’s whimper interrupted the conversation very quickly. 

“Please stop scaring my dog,” Chet said.

“We need some rooms, please.”

“Super.” Chet pulled out a sign with the words only a nightmare could hold. “And how will we be paying today?”

Well shit.

“Fine,” Luther said. “Empty your pockets. Come on; something.”

You dug around in your pockets, finding a dagger and an extinguished cigarette. 

“(Y/N)! Come on, really?” Five scolded.

“As if you haven’t had a cigar before.”

“Condoms?” Luther asked.

“I think you can exchange those for cash,” Klaus replied, causing you to giggle.

“Come on, you two, put the knives away!”

Luther looked around. “Oh, all right,” he sighed, removing his watch. Klaus marveled at it as he handed it to Chet. Examining it, Chet grabbed three room keys.

“Well, let’s Brady Bunch this bitch.”

~*~

Only one room had one bed, so you and Five were assigned to that one.

“Let’s unpack. Settle in.”

“And what do we have to unpack?” you questioned, eyebrow cocked.

“Yes, Darling, isn’t that liberating?”

“Fair enough.”

“Alright then,” Five said. “Let’s fix you up.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

You didn’t want him touching you anymore. You didn’t want him lying to you anymore.

“You know what I mean.”

“Fine. I’ll get Allison in here-”

“Why Allison?” he asked, eyebrows furling. You could see the hurt flash in his eyes. Your heart broke and soared at the same time.

“You know why, Five. I saw everything.”

“Everything? I don’t get it.” He approached you, reaching out. You pulled back. He took another step forward. This kept going until your back hit the wall. He quickly brought his arm up, trapping you there. “I don’t understand. Why can’t I take- what did you see?”

You laughed, but stared at his arm. He was serious.

His other hand made its way to your hairline, brushing it softly. “I don’t understand.”

You recoiled, causing him to flinch once more.

“Sweetheart, we’re done. It’s all over; no more apocalypse, no more nothing. This is it! We can be happy- just… tell me what happened. I’ll fix it. I swear I will. I can’t afford to lose you after everything. I’ll fix everything, I promise, just please tell me what-”

“I saw you making out with thin air.”

“After what Jayme did? I thought I told you to run-”

“I hung back to make sure there wasn’t any funny business.” His arm loosened and you made your exit, walking toward the door. He didn’t jump toward you. He didn’t do anything. He just looked. “Turns out, there was some funny business. You’re still hung up on Dolores.”

“No,” he whispered. “No, (Y/N), I swear to God, I-”

“I heard everything, Five. So, we’re hanging out here for the next few days and then I’m out. I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore.”

“(Y/N), I love you. Not Dolores, you.”

“I have come second to her after years, Five. Years I have waited for you to come around, and when you finally did, I was stupid enough to believe it was true. I was foolish enough to believe you could actually love me, that someone would actually love me. But, of course, I should’ve known: you can’t get over something so perfect that quickly.”

“You are perfection,” he whispered, tears in his eyes. “You-”

“No, Five. You can’t- I know what I saw. I know what you want, and that’s not me. Now, if you excuse me, Allison will only be available for so long. I’m going to need this cut fixed.”

You walked out the door with tears blurring your vision.

would you ever consider doing a part 2 for “when the light flickered green”?

it’s such delicious angst 👀

here it is!! thank you for your patience!!

warnings: suicidal thoughts, this entire story centers around suicidal thoughts, i'm sorry, references to past abuse, references to past cheating, five being delusional and kind of acting like the victim in his pov but he's not and i just want everyone to know and understand that he is in no way the victim, some rumoring going on here, broken reader

exactly how he wants

The bed had become your best friend; it was right up against the far wall, allowing you to survey the entire room at all times. It allowed you to see when he came inside, when he left, where he was, if he was near to you. It was in this bed that you had first told him you loved him, and it was in this bed when you first asked him for death.

At this time, only one of those statements remained relevant. You could not bear to see him smile at you for one more day, wake up curled in his arms like a small child for another morning, and you could not watch him try to make you forget about what had occurred only a few months ago.

You curled further against the wall when you heard footsteps down the hall.

~*~

He could still hear the recording playing in his mind, and laced with it, creating a symphony of misery within his heart complete with the screeching of violins and his own, hidden sobs, was your words when you had woken up

I want your mercy. Stop playing nice and end it. Just do it. I’m a liar. I’m a bitch. I’m a monster. Just take the final shot. Don’t draw it out; I’m done with the shit.

His girl–his sweet, sweet girl who had never betrayed him in the first place, who had never committed a sin in her little life. Long before, he had vowed to protect her from the monsters that lurked about. And then he became one–he became the very monster he feared would harm her. He remembered the bruises littering innocent skin, forcing guilt unto someone who did not deserve an ounce of pain. He remembered the women he would bring into his bed; he remembered how often he whispered your name instead of theirs and how hard he would try to make sure they looked like you, or at least bore some similarity to you. When you were his. When you were you.

He walked up the stairs, new bandages in his hand along with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. Whenever you left, you would rumble about, accidentally dropping vases when you heard him creep up behind you, accidentally cutting your hand when you saw him standing in the doorway. He’d been more careful to announce his presence around you, walking on eggshells so he could not scare you any more. 

As he approached the heavy wooden door, he took in a deep breath, closing his eyes and bracing himself for the request you never ceased to make every time he crossed your path, every morning, and every night in bed. Sometimes he wished you would leave the bed more often, but he would never want to make you feel more unsafe than you were. 

He knocked on the door, putting a smile on his face before opening it. “Hello, darling,” he whispered, walking around the side of the bed he shared with you. He burned the sheets that he used for the past year, replacing them with softer, lighter ones more suitable for you. And not dirtied by what he had done. There were still bloodstains left around the manor; you didn’t need any more reminders. “How was your nap?”

Your eyes followed him like a hawk would its prey. “Fine,” you whispered, lifting your hands to him so he could move more quickly. The less his hands were on you, the happier you would remain. You knew it, and he did too, though sometimes he still insisted upon you crawling into his arms, a frail creature in his eyes. “Have you given thought to what I’ve asked?”

“No.” His voice was cold, matter-of-fact, but when he saw you wince at the feeling of the bandages being removed from your scratched-up palm, his eyes grew softer as did his voice. His hand came below your jaw, his eyes not daring to rake over the bones that protruded from your body from the months of his torture. His lips brushed over your forehead; he did his best to ignore your flinching. “I’ve told you, sweetheart. Many times.” He tilted your chin. “I’m going to take care of you. You have nothing to worry about.”

“I beg to differ, sir–”

“Five. Five, please. Call me anything but that, baby. Please.” Is this what he had resorted to? It almost made you laugh. The great Five Hargreeves, begging.

He deserved it, just as you deserved to have your request fulfilled. Not because you deserved it, but because releasing you from your pain was the least he could do.

“You can’t do that. If you won’t let me die, then let me live. I just don’t want to look at you. So please, please let me go. Please.”

He closed his eyes. You didn’t even notice that he had finished up with your hand before he brought it to his mouth, pressing his lips to it. 

“You know I can’t do that, baby. I won’t say I’m sorry for saying no. Because I’m not. But I can promise you that eventually, those months will be gone. They’ll be gone forever. I swear.”

~*~

Allison did not expect her brother to knock on her door. Nor did she expect him to look so disheveled in his suit, dark circles gathering under his eyes. Her wife was in the dining room, handcuffs wrapped around her wrist. She was almost afraid of Five finding her.

“I have to tell you something,” he said, a few tears falling from his eyes. And suddenly Allison didn’t care if Five knew. All she cared about was taking care of her brother.

~*~

Allison Hargreeves had not crossed the threshold of the manor for some time. She wrung her hands together as she walked up to Five’s bedroom, crossing over into the next room for a larger space. Inside, she found a girl, frail and suspicious scanning her up and down before she paled some.

Turning to Five, his love shouted, “No. No, Five you can’t do this to me! Please! I swear, I’ll stop asking! Just promise me that you’re not about to do what I think you’re about to do!”

“Baby,” he whispered, pulling you into his arms, nodding at Allison as he restrained you. “I’m going to take care of you. Such good care of you, and you won’t be in pain anymore. Never again. Nothing will touch you again. Okay? Take a deep breath for me, Sweetheart.”

You writhed in his grip. “No. No.”

Allison took a deep breath, thinking of how happy her brother would be, and praying for that same happiness herself. “I heard a rumor that you forgot about what he did, and that you’re going to be calm and allow him to care for you exactly how he wants.”

~*~

The birds chirped outside of your window. A smile curled around your face as you looked upward at your boyfriend. You shook him slightly, smiling wider at the little groan he let out before he looked down at you, adoration shining through.

“Good morning, pretty girl. How did you sleep?”

“It was alright,” you chirped. “But I had the strangest dream.”

Something foreign flashed across his face, but he pushed your hair from your face and brushed his lips across it. “Oh really? Tell me what it was about.”

“Oh, nothing. Just a few blinking lights. It hurt a lot, but it’s fine.” You began to laugh. “None of it was real, anyway.”

His smile became strained, but he swept you up in his arms, carrying you down to the kitchen. “I know how terrible nightmares can be. All you need is a distraction, baby. What do you want to do today?”