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possessivedesires · 5 months

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Ownership Part 2

Yanderes: reverse harem (Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu, Baji, and Mitsuya)

Reader: street racer, ex-gang member

Warnings: fighting, some nsfw themes because this is the dark world- but not in detail to keep everything g/n, murder, mind break, childhood PTSD from gang involvement some ooc Emma drama because of Draken being involved.

Guide: each of the boys have their special names for you. That's the only thing they'll call you (unless you're good and they're giving you praise) and of course it has something to do with you being their lap dog. Mikey's mutt, Draken's pup, Baji's bitch, Mitsuya's puppup, and Chifuyu's puppy.

Your hand gently moved in the water, your eyes watching the ripping in the water; feeling the steam in the air on your skin. Mitsuya pressed his lips gently against your neck, moving his hands over your hips. Chifuyu was gently scratching your hair, having that relaxing spot of yours memorized by now, your eyes shutting as you tricked your body to just relax into a small daydream. That none of this black mail ever happened… That this was some fairytale ending…

But sadly that wasn’t the case, your body was still sore from the last session they had on you. Mikey and Baji are always the rough on you, but even Draken was rough on you last time… The blonde had been frustrated and using you to his advantage. But at least you could always depend on Mitsuya and Chifuyu for the gentle aftercare.

“You did so well for them.” Chifuyu whispered, breaking you from your little fantasy. He moved his hand over your cheek, your body wanting to curl in. Mitsuya continued littering your collarbone and neck in gentle kisses; being soft and careful with you as you were in his lap. E/c eyes blinked, finally opening back to glance at Chifuyu.

The door opened, the sound catching your attention. Mitsuya finally lifted his head from your neck, glancing at the doorway where Baji was holding the door open with that large grin of his. A grin that haunted your dreams, especially paired with dangerously glittering eyes. “Hurry it up with them already! You know what day it is, we’re waiting for our bitch.”

It’s Friday… Everyone knew what Fridays were, something that they called hunting days, where they enjoy chasing you down to see who gets you for the entire weekend.

But you were exhausted… All you wanted to do was sleep… Leaning against the side of the tub, resting your head on your folded arms as you tiredly stared at the tiled floor. Baji narrowed his eyes, making his way over and crouching down. His rough voice whispering in your ear, “I wouldn’t mind chasing down that bastard Hiro and finishing him off if you don’t feel like running tonight.”

And there was the fight that Baji wanted to see again. His body leaning back to avoid the way you stood up quickly, the burn in your e/c eyes and jaw tightened. He glanced down your exposed body, seeing the bruises from him and Mikey; licking his lips in delight. Oh he couldn’t wait to have you for the weekend…

“Don’t know why you’re so happy; I’m winning tonight and going to have them all to myself this weekend.” Chifuyu said as he sat on his knees, wrapping his arms around your waist and those words made Baji start laughing loudly. Glancing at the blonde like he lost his mind. “Is that what you think?”

Chifuyu nodded with a soft pout, he already had such a cute weekend planned for the two of you. Your fist tightened by your side… Mikey and Draken are usually the winners, but those weekends aren’t too bad. Baji usually are the worst weekends, but sometimes he’s chill. As long as you’re warming him with your mouth, he can get cruel if you don’t. But Mitsuya and Chifuyu always takes you on little dates if they win.

As if they’re trying to make you happy in this arrangement you’ve been forced into. But they really did want to do anything that made you happy, except leave them.

“Fine… just… let me get dressed.” You mumbled, Mitsuya standing up to show Baji out of the room. Chifuyu grabbed your chin, kissing your lips before leaving after Mitsuya. They didn’t care to leave the room naked, knowing it was only Mikey and Draken out there. That there was some clothes waiting out there for them.

The back of your hand wiped your mouth, getting out of the bath to dry off. As you grabbed your clothes from the shelf, something clattered to the ground and catching your attention. Kneeling down on the tiled ground, pressing your fingers against the metal. Thumb nail digging under the latch, opening it to trace your finger over the pictures. Nine on one side and Hiro on the other. As long as you’re safe…

“Hurry up in there! We got a weekend to plan!” Mikey called out, your hands pulling the hoodie over your head. Then the boxers and shorts, picking up the locket from the ground to put around your neck. As you left the building completely, they were all standing outside.

There was a light drizzle, it actually felt refreshing. Taking a deep breath, leaning your head back softly to feel the light mist on your face. Baji was bouncing his weight between his feet, loosening up as he gave you an excited grin. He wanted you this weekend. “Your three minutes starts… Now.”

Draken announced, starting the stopwatch. That sent you running, panic clutching at your throat and bare feet hitting against the asphalt. Jumping over the boxes in your way, turning around the corner to try and get as much distance between you and them as you could. They always have given you a head start, giving you a chance. At least, that’s what you thought…

But no, this was to make the hunt more worth it for them.

“Y-Y/n?” Your body seemed to freeze, your head turning to see Fox standing there with grocery bags in his hands. His eyes were wide, reflecting your own wide eyes- unsure of what to do. This is the first time in months since you’ve seen any of your once large family.

Months… It’s been months since you’ve become their lap dog. How you have your sanity, how you still have your fire, is something you still don’t understand.

Fox didn’t understand, he was scared to know if this was real or some messed up dream. “W-we… We thought we wouldn’t see you again! We were so worried about ya! You-you just disappeared without a trace?? What the hell happened? No call? No note? Nothing! Do you understand how much Nine has been worrying about you?!”

His voice was raising the more he rant, his blood pressing rising and that was making you panic. Especially because you knew the time before the started chasing you was ticking, you didn’t get as far as you wanted to, and you didn’t want them to hear his raising voice. Fox noticed your panic, noticing the way you were trying to shush him. “Y/n… Whats going on?”

“I…” You saw Mikey turn the corner, making you quickly turn around to take off running again. Instead of continuing to run in the open street, you aimed into one of the store and running through the aisles. But Mikey had seen you, quickly grinning and pushing Fox out of the way to get into the store.

You were crouched down behind one of the small freezers holding fish. Sneaking through the store by sneaking to hide behind the end freezers as you could hear his steps, using them to know when it was safe to cross the aisles.

You could see the back exit door out of the corner of your eye, the panicked feeling of being hunted made you immediately book for the door. Though, you didn’t know if Mikey saw the sharp movement of you suddenly running but you also didn’t have time to care. As the door opened, you ran out and seen a broom to which you helped stuck the door with it.

“There you are puppup.” Mitsuya’s voice made you silently cursed, turning your head just a bit to glance back at him. He had just turned around the corner, but was immediately coming closer. No… No, you couldn’t get caught. This was the day you win…

Before his hand could grab you, you dashed right- not giving yourself a chance to catch your breath. Your lungs were beginning to hurt, feet becoming bruises and making you curse inwardly about not having enough time to grab your shoes.

Mitsuya’s fingers had just skimmed past your hoodie, swearing he could momentarily feel the softness of the fabric of your hoodie. Running after you, chasing you down the street, he wanted to give you a sweet weekend date!

Y/n…? An older man thought, eyes wide under the hat that had been hiding his face but allowing him to see things. He had been sitting on the edge of the curb to watch for any information, but he wasn’t expecting you to run by.

"Gotcha puppy!" Chifuyu yelled as he saw you, running after quickly. Smoke had been staring at you and Chifuyu in shock, watching you run into a smaller shop. Running to a back room, slamming the door behind you and locked it. Leaning against the wooden door, refusing to let go of the handle. Chifuyu immediately grabbing at the handle, “C-come on puppy, don’t ya want to have a nice weekend? You know I won’t hurt you, just open the door.”

Chifuyu tried to sweetly coax you, wanting you to unlock the door. Your hand tightened on the handle, bottom lip beginning to quiver. Of course… Chifuyu and Mitsuya would be your best option… They would treat you sweetly, especially with you already being so exhausted, you just wanted to collapse.

Your hand was shaking, some part of you wondering why you were still fighting. Maybe you should just give in… What’s the point… Months were taking a toll on you, unnoticed of the figure sneaking in. Black eyes watching the way you were beginning to unlock the door, eyes dulled while staring at the door.

“Hello pup.” The hand covered your mouth, making your eyes widened quickly as you realized you had just unlocked the door. You were pulled back from the door, into Draken’s chest as he smirked. Your head turned, feeling your body shaking lightly and he cooed before booping your nose. Suddenly pulling you over his shoulder.

Chifuyu’s smile brightened when he saw the door opened, quickly falling into a pout when he saw Draken carrying you. The taller one only smirking. “They’re mine for the weekend.”

Fox glanced at Smoke when your old uncles watched the way you were carried out from the small store. Smoke nodded, even the older man sitting on the side of the curb got up to make his way to Smoke and Fox. Your three uncles leaving the neighborhood.

“We saw them!” Fox exclaimed while he threw open the door, Ratchet jumping from the loud noise. The sharp clattering sound of him dropping his wrench echoed in the room, Ratchet making some annoyed sound before he getting back to work on the radiator.

“The hell ya talkin ‘bout ya two?” Nine’s voice was a bit slurred, pushing his empty cup away. Ever since you disappeared, he’s been stuck between the fight of drinking his pain away or grieving with his emotions. Sometimes, like today, the drinking wins; and Ratchet was here to make sure that he didn’t drink too much. Already had been cut off by his friend, leaving him with an empty cup.

Hiro glanced over at hearing his uncles, pausing in the hallway. Both of his legs were in casts, a gift from Baji. He had been trying to stumble to the bathroom, but now he was curious from the urgent voice of his uncle and loud noises. Pain scrunching up his face, leaning against the wall to listen in on the conversation. Is… he… could he really be talking about Y/n…?

Hiro thought to himself, hand reaching out to brush his fingers over the frame of a picture where your captured smiling face was seen. This was actually one of the last good pictures before Hiro had left in the first place, when it seemed like all of them were together. If he hadn’t gotten so jealous of you, if he hadn’t been so rash, and desperate for his father’s attention… He should have never left…

“Listen to me Nine!” Fox snapped, slamming his hands on the table and giving the drunken man a glare. Nine just lazily waved him off, looking to his cup as if more alcohol was magically gonna be in there. Hiccup in annoyance and trying to find his body, Smoke sitting at the table. “Nine… They were running, chased… And a blonde with a tattoo on the side of his head caught them.”

“Hah! Runnin… If that was the case…” He hiccuped, shaking his head and almost falling out of the chair from the way shaking his head seemed to take off his balance. Hand trying to grab at his class, instead accidentally hitting it and the glass rolling off of the table. Shattering on the ground, Ratchet sighing while fixing the radiator. He should have stopped his friend earlier… “Th-they would’ve come back… stupid fuckin glass.”

Tattoo on the side of his head…? No… Draken… He-he was serious. Hiro thought, first in confusion before his eyes widened in realization. Hand reaching up to grab at his shirt, feeling like his chest was hurting… Remembering that day that he was let go from them.

“Seems like today is your lucky day, good for you.” Draken spoke as he walked up, arms crossed. Black eyes looking down at Hiro sprawled out on the floor. Blood pooled around his head from the busted skin; the result from Baji’s insane punches. And the pain he felt from his broken legs… It was unlike anything he’s ever felt before…

“H-how…” He coughed, blood spitting across the asphalt as he wheezed. It would be a miracle if there was no broken ribs, but Hiro had a suspicion that they were… But Hiro didn’t understand where this was coming from, he thought he was going to die with them… “Y/n made a deal with us.”

“Y/n?! The hell you do to them?!” Hiro suddenly yelled, letting out a wheeze like cough from the way that Draken kicked him. Spitting out more blood, feeling like he wanted to get sick. He should have felt annoyed that you were saving him once again, should have felt that anger he usually felt whenever you solved his problems.

But yet… He didn’t, no, he felt something different… Those times, all those times that he snapped at you for taking care of him, all those times he was an asshole for you saving him. He was never upset at you, no, he was upset with himself. That he put his little sibling in possible danger as they protected him, that he couldn’t be the solver of problems. But he didn’t understand the anger he felt to himself, instead taking it out on you for so long… He shouldn’t have done that…

“You’ve been given a second chance. Don’t fuck it up by tryin to play hero, you never were anyways.” Draken said as he was kneeling down besides Hiro, darkly glaring at him. Hiro felt tears pooled in his swollen eyes, staring at Draken. “Wh-what… What are you going to do to them…?”

“We’re going to keep them, they’re ours now. Our little pet.” He stood up, nodding to Baji who picked up Hiro by the collar of his shirt. Hiro’s breath caught in his throat, terrified of what Baji was about to do. “Take him back home Baji, he won’t do anything rash.”

And the worst thing that made Hiro feel sick… Was the fact that Draken was right… As Baji was dragging him out, not caring by the way Hiro’s broken legs were in pain from the dragging on the ground. “Wh-why?! Why would they do that?! M-make a deal! Why?!”

“To save your pathetic ass.”

Tears fell down Hiro’s cheeks, feeling his fist clenched by his side. He was the only one who knew where you were… But yet, he never told his dad or his uncles about it. Even when his father begged him to know what happened to Hiro when he was taken, Hiro didn’t want to say anything in case he accidentally spilled about what you did…

Hiro didnt understand you. Though Hiro acted like the worst brother you could have asked for… You still gave up your freedom for his and didn’t understand it. No matter how he looked at it; he couldn’t wrap his head around it. And he hated how the guilt tore him from the inside.

“Think about it Nine… come on man, think. They were caught! It must have been what they were dealing on their own before they disappeared.” Fox was arguing with the drunk Nine, Smoke immediately freezing in his seat. Ratchet stopped working on the radiator at hearing that, paling where he was sitting. Smoke quickly shaking his hands, silently mentioning for Fox to shut up.

“What are you talking about?” Nine asked dangerously, Ratchet turned his head to look back at Fox. Ratchet had been one of the ones that had been trying to find out what you had been fighting on your own; but they had trained you well growing up… If you didn’t want someone to know something, they wouldn’t.

“Look, they came to Ratchet wanting parts. Their bike was crashed. They were unfocused, biting their nails, they were fighting something on their own.” Nine’s unfocused eyes widened at hearing that, beginning to cry at hearing that. His friends’ eyes widened at watching him beginning to cry, tears falling down his cheeks. “I failed them!”

It was no secret that biting your nails was a nervous habit of yours, when you’re carrying too much on your shoulders. It was a sign that all your uncles knew it was an unconscious silent cry of help. None of them knew how to get Nine to stop crying… Ratchet spoke up, “Did you see where they went?”

“No…” It made the others’ mood drop, Fox’s eyes widened at watching them before quickly trying to cheer up the mood. This was the first sign in months they’ve seen you, this should be good news! “B-but I’m sure we’ll see them soon!”

“Yea, yea of course! Look, we know how much they fight back and how stubborn they are. They’ll find a way to reach out to us soon and we’ll bring them back home.” Smoke agreed with Fox, trying to make the situation lighter.

They shouldn’t have given me this life… It didn’t belong to me, not after I hurt dad. But you… you took care of dad and the uncles, you deserve to be here more than anyone. I shouldn’t be feeling the warmth from my uncles, I should have never been able to leave those psychopaths. But what the hell can I even do…? Hiro finally thought defeatedly, slumping to the ground. Hanging his head, hands holding his head as he silently sobbed.

“Just trust them Nine, they’ll be home before ya know it.”

The bike slowed to a stop, engine getting cut off. Your body was caged by Draken, since he wanted to let you sit in front of him so he could make sure you didn’t try anything. Plus when you held onto the handle bars, it always gave him the excuse to hold your hands- keeping his hands over yours.

“What are we doing here…?” You asked softly, looking over at Draken in confusion. This garage, you didn’t recognize it. He hummed at your question, only giving you a smirk. “You’ll understand when you get inside.”

Draken’s been waiting for his weekend to show you this, wanting to be the one to get the praise for what he did. But all you wanted to know is what he was planning, confused as you watched him open the door. Mentioning you inside, every internal warning and alarm going off as you made your way through the door.

Blood stained the floor, the metallic scent was thick in the air. It could like you were choking on it, hand reaching up to grab at your mouth and help cover some of the scent. It seemed like forever since you had smelt something like this.

“Since you’ve given yourself to us to save that bastard, no reason to keep letting them freely crawl around.” Draken explained as he kicked one of the guys sprawled out on the ground. These… These were the guys you had raced, that had put you in this position. But hearing his explanation made his stomach drop.

They only made that deal with me to get me to willingly work with them… They knew where these guys were the entire time, it was all a game to them! They-they were like pawns… But since I made the deal to take Hiro’s place and get him home… They didn’t need these pawns, this deal couldn’t be held above my head. If I had found them… Before I gave myself up for Hiro, I could have been free.

“Buuuuuut, they still owe you money.” Draken said, annoyed that someone had the idiocy to steal from you. Sure it was before they all met you, but still, these scum still did it. Your eyes widened as you could the guy under Draken screaming in pain, watching the way Draken was stepping on the already wounded head. “So, where’s their money?”

“Wh-what are y-y-you-“ He screamed again as Draken leaned down against his knee, pressing more of his body weight. But the injured guy’s eyes widened when he saw who walked over to look at Draken. He was the one that raced you… They never thought they would have seen you again, so why… “Don’t play dumb with me.”

Draken growled, your body turning away from the screams. Everything in your mind seemed jumbled, you couldn’t pinpoint why it was happening. You were upset that someone stole from you, even if it was months ago and you’ve had bigger things to worry about, you were upset that there was a chance you could have escaped this hell earlier- and you never realized it till now.

You looked around the garage, hand reaching out and running along one of the crates. Feeling a steel rod resting on top of the wooden surface, one of your fingers trailing over the spiral like design. This was usually your go to weapon if you had business to take care of.

“This is the fourth time ya’ve come in with wounds.” You mentioned as Hiro snuck into the garage. He would rather get caught sneaking in by you than his father. Hiro tried to brush you off and walk past to the house, when the monkey wrench was held out in front of him. “What are you doing?”

“What happened to you? Why do you keep getting hurt?” You asked, concerned, but his jaw clenched at hearing you already ready to get fight. “I don’t need any help from baby brother/sister.”

He snapped, pushing your arm down roughly and not caring when you fell back of your chair. Narrowed e/c eyes glared at him, watching him disappear through the doorway and you waited even just a little bit more for everything to go quiet.

You stood up, brushing the dirt from the back of your pants. Just by one look, you had made up your mind. Reaching out to grab the steel rod from the corner of the garage and leaving.

“Did you see that idiot? Can you believe that he says his dad used to be a gangster?!” One of the boys laughed, lightly punching his buddy. Your eyes watched them, having a feeling that if you stuck around here then the culprits would show up. “There’s no way! I think he made it all up for attention.”

“Do ya? Is that what ya think?” Your voice asked behind them, making them jump from your sudden appearance. First they were worried of being caught, but then they saw it was a smaller kid. “Who let in the shrimp? Come on kiddo! Run back before your parents cry about curfew-“

His buddy’s eyes widened when they saw the one talking fall to the ground, blood seeping out of the wound. You had a big grin on your face, eyes seeming to sparkle a bit at the adrenaline beginning to spike. Blood now covering your favored steel rod.

“Pup? What are you doing?” Your eyes blinked, seeing one of the guys on the floor in front of you. When did you move…? The metal rod that you had been looking at was in your hand; and now had a little bit of blood.

“Well… I’ll be damned pup, look at you. You protected me.” The pride that Draken felt… Oh he couldn’t wait to tell Mikey about this. But you were stuck staring at steel rod, wondering why you had moved. Did… they break you already?

“Ya guys took our pup’s money after racin’ on our turf. So how about this, ya give them everythin’ ya got. Dead men don’t need riches anyways.”

“Dr-Draken… I…” You tried to speak out, maybe to argue about your actions, maybe to stop all this. You really didn’t know why you were speaking out or what you were going to say. But he only gave you a small look, “Hush pup, we’ll go out once we’re done. You need to be rewarded anyways.”

But I didn’t do it on purpose… You thought, shoulders slumping. But Draken only grinned at seeing you listening to him, not realizing you were just in your thoughts, and look at where the injured guy was pointing. “It better be there or I’ll make things even more painful before your death.”

Draken stepped off of his head, kicking him away before making his way over to he had been pointing at. Grinning at seeing the money, looking back at the dazed you. “Ready to out pup?”

The rod dropped from your hand at his question, clattering on the concrete with an ear ringing sound. Your eyes were staring at your hands, just a couple drops of red against your s/c skin. After months… Months of being treated like a little lap dog… You still had your fight.

“Pup, are you listening to me?” Draken asked, pulling you from your thoughts as he pulled you to his chest. His hand buried in your hair, pressing you against his chest. All the money was in his pockets, sending a text to Mikey that he had news to share- telling him where to meet the two of you.

“There we go pup, your attention back on me. Come on, I said we’re leaving. The others will come to finish them.” Draken said as he was pulling you out of the garage, keeping an arm wrapped around your shoulder. You swung your leg on the back, following the routine you’ve come to know and Draken leaned his head on your shoulder. “Let’s get going, I’m starving and you must be too after today.”

You’ve learned how to properly survive with each of them, knowing what each of them wanted. Mikey likes a little spitfire with them, but ultimately likes you listening to him. Mitsuya is chilled, he doesn’t like ordering you around so much and loves living in the delusion of a happy relationship. Chifuyu is clinging; he loves the affection and wants to be close to you. Baji is always a wild, it takes careful precision to know which mood he’s in- from wanting a brat to put in their place or a sweet little pet he can dote on.

“You’ve been zoning out today, this isn’t a very fun reward weekend.” And then there’s Draken. He’s soft, unless he’s frustrated, always showing that he wants to protect you- in his dark and twisted ways. Showing you his dedication to you, he loves rewarding you when you’ve been good in his eyes. “Sorry Draken.”

“It’s okay pup, but we’re here now. So you can make it up to me by sitting in my lap for dinner.” He said with a smile as he parked the bike, leaning back to stare at you. Wondering how perfect and how lucky he was for universe to have sent you racing on their turf. You’re everything he could ask for, glancing down at the collar around your neck.

You got off of the bike, Draken following after you. He held out his hand, wondering if you do it without him having to say anything. And to his surprise and pride, you slipped your hand into his. “Good pup.”

He praised you, walking into the restaurant. You were surprised to see that Mikey was already sitting there and Draken gently pushed you into the booth. Draken sat besides you, glancing over at you while patting his thigh. “So what happened? What’s the big news?”

Mikey asked as you moved to sit in Draken’s lap. At first; he was thinking that he was gonna have to punish you. The dark excitement grew at the thought, but the annoyance bubbled at thought of fighting back still. Draken hummed, gently brushing his fingers over your jaw. “Pup deserves a reward tonight.”

“Oh yea? What’da they do?” Mikey asked, interested and leaning forward to rest his chin on his hands. Draken smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist. “When we went to get their money, ya know the ones that those bastards still had. Pup had protected when one of those assholes got up to get me from behind.”

“Wait, really?” Out of all the things that Mikey had been thinking of what we was about to hear, that definitely wasn’t one of them. But he couldn’t fight the grin that was growing on his face, excited at the thought to have you finally broken in. The perfect little pet.

“I’m so proud of you baby.” You looked up quickly at hearing Mikey, surprised. They’ve called you anything but their pet, so to hear a pet name… A sweet praise, it sounded so… Affectionate. You weren’t used to this, you didn’t know how to respond. But yet; you craved for more. “Continue being this good and you’ll be rewarded nicely.”

If… If I continue to hurt people for them, I can get good things… Could I even get… freedom? You thought to yourself, trying not to let the smile grow on your face at the thought. You couldn’t let them know what you had planned.

Your hand spun the baseball bat in your hand before cracking it against the skull of the guy standing in front of you, pretending the skull was a baseball. Baji grinned at seeing you, letting out a loud laugh. He had heard it from Mikey and immediately wanted to test you the first chance he had gotten.

So of course he didn’t give you a chance the next hunting day. With his weekend, he had a fight set up. Of course not letting you know about his plan. You had just reacted when you saw someone running up to Baji to attack him.

Of course Baji would have no problem taking out this guy, could easily defend himself. But no, he wanted to see what you would do. And he loved it.

He walked over to you, grabbing your hair with a harsh grip. Once you would have winced at the pain, but now you seem to have gotten addicted to it. Grinning at Baji in response and Baji was addicted to see your response. He wanted more. “Atta boy/girl.”

You seem to vibrate with his growl of a praise. Slowly you’ve lost that goal of freedom, trickling away till nothing was left. Every praise you had gotten made your brain feel fuzzy, you were addicted to them. “Don’t worry anymore my lovely bitch. Let me take care of this scum and we’ll go do something fun, yea?”

He hummed, leaning close to nip at your lip and feeling your smile grow. With one last tug on your hair, he let go of you to drag off the poor son of a bitch away. You watched him, still in that delicious haze you’ve grown to enjoy when around the people who own you.

Footsteps caught your attention, they were coming up behind you. Not Baji’s pattern of footsteps, or any of your other owners. So, all you could tell, that it was threat. Tightening your grip on the baseball bat, quickly swinging it as you turned.

A hand snatched it, golden eyes stared at you with a small ring of a bell sounding out. The bell on his earring, catching your attention to watch it momentarily. He smirked softly, “I was wondering when you would finally be left alone. They’ve been clinging onto you forever.”

There was a giggle from him, but you glared at him. All haziness from Baji’s praise was gone, leaving you sober and alert to this danger of a newcomer. You didn’t know who this person was or what he wanted. You demanded, “And you are?”

“Name’s Kazutora, nice to finally meet the lap dog of Toman. I’ve been wanting to see what kept ya ‘round so far.” He leaned down, getting in your face but you didn’t shy away from him. You weren’t scared of him, he didn’t intimidate you. Instead, you tilted your head to the side- almost mocking him, “And you’re not just here to taunt, are you?”

Kazutora was curious, he wanted to test you. Enjoying that cold look in your eyes, it made an excitement in him stir. “Nope~ I wanted to see what got them all fired up, but here I find a little… nothing.”

You let out a breathy chuckle, shaking your head. Kazutora smirked at you, growing excited at the thought of seeing what you would do. “I wish it was nothing, then I wouldn’t be stuck here.”

His grip tightened on the baseball bat, wondering if you wanted to leave. Your eyes narrowed, remembering their praises and whose collar was around your neck. Suddenly head butting Kazutora, making him lean back in surprised pain before your leg kicked his out from under him.

Excitement sparkled his eyes, staring up at you. The baseball bat was pressed against his chest, but there was nostalgia beginning to dig its claws in your chest. This is how you were before Toman, you craved to go back to the way it used to be.

“Babe! We’re leaving!” The crave to be how it used to be disappeared, leaving with the haziness happiness. Instead you were instinctively perking up, tossing the bat to the ground and leaving Kazutora on the ground as you left to go find Baji with a smile. Babe? That’s a new one!

Holy shit… I want them. Toman doesn’t deserve them. He thought, sitting up and feeling the unstable grin stretching across his face.

Your fist swung, watching the blonde easily dodge and you kicked back. Baji grabbed your ankle, yanking towards him and making a small yelp coming from the sudden movement- hopping on your foot to keep up with the pull.

Ever since you showed loyalty to them, they’ve been testing you more and more. Curious to see just how far you would go for them, Draken finally figuring out the secret way to. He’s the one that basically studies you, noticing the way you were addicted to their praise. So you best believe that they took advantage of that.

Some part of you wants to please them, to have them proud of you. Like the eager pet they’ve trained you months to be.

Your body spun, pulling your leg out from Baji’s hold. Mikey grinned, grabbing your arm to pin it behind your back, his other arm wrapped around you. He loved the the feeling of your body pressed against him.

“You did so good.” Baji praised with the growl of his rough voice, his hand loosely wrapped around your throat. Watching the way you looked up with those shimmer e/c eyes. He loved seeing the way you melted for them, they all loved the way they could see you fall deeper in their clutches.

You grinned, already wanting to hear more praises from them. Your wrist, that was in Mikey’s hold, twisted ever so slightly as you flexed your hand. Your free hand knocked down Baji’s loose hold, suddenly jumping up. They were surprised at your sudden movement; your feet pressing against Baji’s chest to use him to push your weight back onto Mikey. Sending the two of you to the ground suddenly.

“I win.” You said proudly as you were straddling Mikey, grinning down at him as you sat victorious. He glanced down at where you were straddling him, a devious smirk tugging at his lips. “Sorry mutt, but I’m always on top.”

“What-“ You didn’t get to finish your confused question before Mikey reached up, hand grabbing your throat and flipping to the two of you. Manhandling your body like a rag doll, pinning you face first into the ground. You whined in protest, his hips pressing against yours. “Don’t whine mutt, we’re proud of ya.”

He nipped at your ear, watching the way you shivered and grinned. Baji groaned loudly, already annoyed that he wasn’t the one pinning you to the ground. He wanted to feel you against your hips, watching the way your face would get red from his teasing movements. He wanted to be the one to squeeze your hips, wanted to be the one leaving oh so pretty fingerprints on your waist.

“Mikey, we still have to go out today. Remember? We’re going to be late.” Baji grumbled, only mentioning it because he didn’t have you under him. Your eyes opened, feeling Mikey’s teasing touches retreat. Of course, you remembered what they had been talking about they were sparring with you. Another gang wanted to meet up, to talk about racing turfs and even possible a challenge. This was the meeting night.

“Think mutt should tag along for their reward? We could always entertain them if they ever get bored.” Mikey asked he was getting up, easily pulling you up. Your eyes lit up, listening to Mikey talking to Baji. He hummed, smirking while licking his lips. “They’ll definitely be better than whatever those idiots will want to talk about.”

Usually, you’ve been left with one of the others or even locked up for the time they’ve had to meet the others. Of course the lock up was when you were constantly fighting them.

An eager nod came from you, wanting to go! They both grinned at seeing your excitement, Mikey cooing about how you wanted to stay with them. “Let’s stop by Draken’s then, he’ll definitely have something nice for ya to wear.”

“I vote leather.” Baji growled excitedly as Mikey pulled you to sit in front of him. The other narrowing his eyes with a small huff as Mikey grinned cheekily, pecking your lips. “Win next Baji!”

And with that, Mikey was racing off with Baji behind him. Once they arrived at Draken’s place, Mikey called the said blonde and explained that you would be tagging along. Baji was holding your hand as you were dragged inside. Your body hiding behind Baji, Mikey laughing at your undoubtedly shy nature when it comes to being affectionate in public places. They thought it was adorable.

“Hey pup.” Draken greeted, making his way over to you. Grabbing your cheeks, tilting up your head to kiss your lips. Sighing softly in happiness against them. “Missed ya, hope they played nice with ya.”

“They pinned Mikey down~” Baji chuckled, Draken giving you a small look with a surprised him. You shyly explained how you had done it; that it wouldn’t have been possible if Baji wasn’t there. Because you needed a sturdy surface to hold your weight. “Sturdy~? My, if you just wanted to feel me up, you don’t even have to ask bitch.”

While the three of them bickered playfully between each other, you were looking between each of the women. Remembering the women that you grew up interacting with, the kind of women who made things difficult for you.

“Who let in this stupid little brat?” One of the woman asked, poking your forehead harshly. Her fake nails scratching your skin, making your small hand slapping away her hand. Giving her an annoyed look. “How dare you? Don’t you have any respect for your elders? So disrespectful.”

“You look like you should be in a grave already, hag.” You commented, looking around for Nine. She gasped at hear that, anger boiling at your disregard and disrespect. Raising her hand sharply, aiming to hit you. But all you saw was a threat, quickly grabbing the little Swiss Army knife you always had on you.

She screamed loudly, in pain. Her scream caught the attention of others, different people quickly making their way into the room and closer to you. She was cradling her injured hand, your grip tightened on the bloodied Swiss Army knife. Some part of you wanted to go for her vocal cords.

“Nine!” You yelled out when you saw your father figure, quickly running over to hug him. He picked you up, your eyes watching the woman cry about how she was just trying to help you find your parents. Acting like she was so nice and sweet, pretending that she was in the right… And all you could do was watch this lying hag get everyone on her side, Nine having to take you somewhere else.

It was then… That you realized the women in the world you knew were vicious. That they would screw anyone to wrap around their finger, that they could torment and get away with things easily… All they needed to bat their eyelash and spread their legs.

“Pup? What’s the matter?” Draken asked, noticing the way you had stopped walking. You had mentally checked out, no longer paying attention to anything around you. But at Draken’s question, the other two glanced at you.

Your unfocused eyes darted between each woman, swearing you were seeing women that you only saw your childhood. That this place itself didn’t look the same anymore, looking like the one you’ve been in years ago. The same place that held the same women who would torment you, the ones that would hurt you- or your aunties by messing with your uncles. The ones-

“Mutt.” Mikey’s commanding voice and tight grip around your throat grabbed your attention from the fog you had been stuck in. You released a breath, blinking and reaching a hand to grab at his around his throat. Your fingers dug under his, getting the oxygen back but smoothly hiding the action to raise his hand to your face. He watched you, watched the way you nuzzled into his palm. Blinking under your eyelashes and wanting to make him forget that you had been stuck in your memories. “Thank you, master.”

“Little minx… Draken, get us all of us a room.”

By the time you had actually left that place and arrived to where you needed to be. Your skin was decorated in bruises and hickeys, the leather top and some ripped denim shorts showed off the marks you gained from them.

The boys appreciated seeing all forms of ownership on you; from the collar to the personal markings. Chifuyu brightened up when saw you arrived, quickly running over to wrap his arms around you. Tucking his hands in your back pockets playfully, squeezing your ass. His lips were attached to your neck, pulling you close to his body and adding more to the hickeys. Making such a sweet sound fall from your lips.

“Missed ya puppy, so so so much.” He panted in your ear softly, getting drunk off of your scent and the feel of your body. Mikey placed a hand on Chifuyu’s shoulder, making the excited blonde whine as Mikey pulled them back. “We have a meeting to attend to. Let’s go Chifuyu. Mitsuya, you’re in charge of them.”

Chifuyu complained while he was being dragged away, Mitsuya wrapping an arm around your shoulder and tucking you against his body. Kissing the side of your head with smile. “You look so perfect puppup.”

And all those marks were a cherry on top. You smiled softly at him, leaning into him as the two of you walked into the club. The music was loud, bass vibrating the floor and your eyes glancing at the bodies grinding on each other; drinks being shot down at the bar; couples sloppily making out; a couple people passed out.

“You want to dance?” Mitsuya asked, moving a hand from your shoulders to grasp your hand. His hand guiding and spinning you, pulling you along to dance to the bass filled music. There was a smile on your face, starting to get into the music and swaying along. And seeing your smile was the best feeling in the world for Mitsuya, his chest fluttering in happiness.

“I’m thirsty.” You said while the song changed, Mitsuya nodded and was about to leave and get something to drink for you when you shook your head. You didn’t want to bother him for that, holding his hand and kissing his lips softly. Immediately feeling him smile against you. “I’ll go get it, just stay here and I’ll be right back.”

And since you’ve gained their trust, showed your loyalty, they didn’t care to let you go off sometimes. Always knowing that you would be back, you were just as addicted to them as they were to you.

There was a crowd at the bar, leaning against the bar. Flagging down the bartender when you had a chance to order a sprite, leaning against the wooden surface as you waited. Everything seeming to freeze as you heard a female voice introduce herself to someone, “I’m Emma.”

And it felt like a cold water splashed down your spine, the music seemed to have faded out nothing. Everything felt wrong…

“He- he messed with Emma! Draken’s girl and- and Mikey’s sister.” “E-Emma has been… been pinning after Draken for years…” “She- she always flirts with other guys… trying- trying to get Draken jealous.”

You remembered the information you had gotten from Chifuyu… Hand grabbing your sprite, turning from the bar. She’s the reason Hiro was brought into this in the first place… The reason that I’m stuck in this… That whore.

“And I’m Y/n.” You spoke, sliding between the two of them easily. Leaning against the counter while glaring at Emma coldly, who froze at your entrance before glaring when she recognized your name. She knew of you, that you’ve been hanging out with Draken- you’ve been all over him. She hates it. Always seething in jealousy.

“Scram.” Your voice was cold, authoritative. This is was the you before Toman, the one who could have been your own gang leader. He had been intimidated by you, quickly leaving and almost tripping over his feet. “You bitch… What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Emma demanded, watching the way you sat in that guy’s abandoned seat. Sipping at your sprite, her eyes narrowing at the air you held yourself with. She didn’t like the inferior feeling bubbling in her chest. You smiled, unnerving and made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Every nerve in her body told her to run.

“Me? Oh nothing, just wanted to see how cheap of a whore you are.” You commented, watching the way her face flushed in anger. She tightened her hand on her glass, the hatred burning her chest. The thoughts running of things you’ve done with Draken. “Why you-“

“Fucking these men? Really Emma? Just to get one person to look at you. Pathetic… If ya ask me. But ya dragged my brother in this mess of yours, that’s something I won’t forgive.” She hated the way Draken won’t look at her, she hated the way that he always seemed to be focused on you. She hated how you felt like you were all that.

Your head turned to the side suddenly, Emma had just slapped you in anger. The lights of the club bounced off of the reflective surfaces, creating unique patterns on the moving bodies. But yet, you still couldn’t focus on the music or the crowd. Your only attention was now focused on hurting Emma.

“I’ll break your legs in return.” You mumbled to yourself, tongue swiping over your lips to feel if she had busted your lip. Emma was terrified at the look in your eye when you glanced back at her. But when you lifted your hand to do anything, moving your body to hurt her, a sudden force harshly pinned you against the counter.

Your arm was pinned to your back, feeling the familiar feeling of a knife pressed against your skin of your neck. And this knife was a familiar one too… But that could only mean one thing… “The hell do you think you were about to do?”

Mikey growled, any hint of playfulness or adoration gone from his voice. His grip harsh on your arm, your eyes widened at this feeling. This… This felt like nothing like you were sparring with him and Baji. That clicked something for you… They had been playing with you, there was no way you could really beat them.

“Th-they threatened to break my legs Mikey!” Emma cried out, looking for Draken to cry on. You noticed her action and gave out a harsh laugh, your eyes a bit wild as you gave her a grin. “He ain’t here for ya to leech on sweetheart! He don’t care for ya whore!”

“Watch. It. I may love you, but this is my sister.” Mikey snapped, pressing the knife closer to your skin. Usually this would give you such a pleasurable fire under your skin at feeling the blade… But now? It only gave you the cold feeling down your spine. But you couldn’t believe what you heard… L-love…? He… loves me…? Do they all…?

You thought, confused. You had thought you were only a toy, a pet to have by their side… Glancing at Mikey through the corner of eye, he looked so… distraught. You didn’t understand, his voice was so cold, but he was so torn in his eyes.

“M-Mikey? Wh-what do you mean love? Haven’t you seen them cheating on you with your buddies?? Why would you love something like that?!” Emma cried out, not understanding why her brother fell for someone like you! You could only laugh loudly, wincing at feeling the grip tighten on your wrist. “Cheating?! I’m not you! I’m not jealous and fucking men. I belong to them!”

This was the first time Mikey heard you admit it. They’ve always told you… But oh to hear you say it with your addicting voice… Oh fuck it made it him excited, oh what he wouldn’t want nothing more than just show exactly that. You belong to them.

“My sister isn’t like that.” Mikey argued with you, having to protect the last of his family, Emma quickly agreeing with her brother’s naive defense. She definitely didn’t want to be on the end of Mikey’s wrath. But you were confused, glancing back at Mikey. For someone who seemed to know or find out about anything… “Wait… you don’t know?”

“Know what mutt?” Mikey asked lowly, narrowing his eyes. You couldn’t fight the way that his low growl of his voice seemed to make your chest do a flip. Emma’s eyes widened, fearing that you would expose her. “Th-that Y/n was trying to flirt with someone at the bar! And- and when I tried to tell them to stop, they threatened to break my legs to keep me quiet about their betrayal.”

There they go… always like clockwork, always the same dance. You thought, letting out a harsh breath as your fist tightened. But by the way that Mikey pressed more of his weight on you, you knew that you weren’t going to win. So instead… “Is that true mutt?”

With a bat of their eyes, these women who have men so far wrapped around their fingers can get away with anything. For they do no wrong…

“Would you believe anything I would say?” Your monotone voice took him off guard, glancing down to see you look so… distant. You decided that you would protect yourself, cutting Mikey as one of your owners, shutting down. “Mikey, let our pup go.”

How many times those snakes would take people away from you…? You thought to yourself, still keep your pressed position at the bar even when Mikey stepped back. Draken hand brushed along your cheek, noticing the light in your eyes were gone. Swiping his thumb along your lips, easing you to come back to him as you sat up.

Why won’t he look at me?! Emma cried in her head, watching the way you curled into Draken’s side when you noticed he was standing there. Frustrated tears pooling in her eyes, wondering what was going on, why was nothing work in her favor!! “Draken-“

“Not the time Emma. Let me see pup.” His voice was so annoyed when he talked to her, easing your head from his side to tilt up your chin. He enjoyed the way that you immediately hide in his side when you noticed it was him, but he hated to see you so hurt… Emotionally… and physically. “Not good Mikey, you know the one rule we all created and you broke that.”

No blood is to ever be drawn on your body.

“But they were threatening Emma! She says that they were flirting with someone here. They belong to us, not some stupid scum and need to be reminded-“

“And do you believe Emma? Because I certainly don’t.” Emma’s eyes widened at hearing that, glaring at your eyes that were blankly staring at the countertop. Her fist tightening in anger, she hated you. Hated you so much, how you could take him away from her…?

“Come on man… You really think my sister would lie about something like that? She has no reason to!” Mikey argued, Draken tucking your chest in his chest. His fingers gently rubbing soft circles in his neck, giving Mikey an annoyed look. “And you think our pup would betray us when they’re addicted to us? It’s your sister Mikey, think about it. The same sister who’s been sleeping around. So yes, I think she would.”

Emma’s eyes widened at hearing Draken call her out, freezing and silently wondering how Mikey would react. Mikey narrowed his eyes at Draken. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, back it up man. Don’t talk about my sister like that.”

“You’re the only who refuses to see it Mikey.” That was the last thing Draken had said, picking you up and carrying you sit in one of the rooms. And… you just sat that, silently wondering what you had done wrong to make one of your owners not trust you anymore. Well… ex owner in your mind.

“We’ll fix this, okay… come on… look at me pup.” Draken whispered, rubbing at your cheek softly. But you didn’t react, adjusting your thoughts, not glancing at him when he crouched down and was in your line of sight. It was like you were catatonic… “We’ll fix this…”

Draken said to himself, nodding and standing up. Mumbling about waiting for Mitsuya and left the room to text which room you were in, going to end the meeting.

“Lookie here, a lap dog abandoned by its masters.” You knew that voice… And the soft ringing of the bell. Though the music was loud outside of the room, you could hear the bell so clearly and for the first time- you moved your eyes to glance at the door where Kazutora was walking to slide into the booth across from you.

“What do you want?” You spoke, making him giddy because he knew you didn’t even speak to Draken- one of your so called owners. So in his delusional mind, he was different- no he was special.

“I watched that stunt earlier, came to check on you and see how ya were feelin. Getting betrayed by your owners must suck, hmm?” He leaned over, brushing his thumb over where the blood was on your neck from the nick of Mikey’s knife. Your eyes narrowed, watching the way licked your blood off of his thumb, shivering in delight. “Might I say… Red’s such a good color on you.”

“I don’t like you.”

“That’s a real shame because I like you, ya know?”

“Forget it. I belong to them only.” He felt his eye twitched, glaring at you with the annoyed shimmering momentarily. Of course, you had to fight against him… He loved it and hated it at the same to him. But, he knew how to get things he wanted. And the best way to get you was make you feel like you’ve been betrayed by all your masters. “Tell Mikey to kill her.”

And the first step was the leader himself, Mikey. He wanted Mikey to suffer. Losing his sister and his pet. Two birds, one knife. But you were confused, looking at him in confusion. He grinned, smiling at you oh so innocently psychotic. “He said he loved you, right? Tell him to prove it.”

Your head shook, you didn’t want to ask someone of that! Kazutora leaned forward, hands pressing against the table as he could see you struggling. Fighting back against the giggle bubbling in his throat. “Maybe he doesn’t really love ya. Ya know, he lies just like his sister. They’re the perfect siblings.”

“You-“

“I would’ve done it for you.” Your eyes widened at the confession, staring at him. He flicked out his switchblade, putting it under the collar and jumping the original steps. But that rushing triggered your fight, immediately snatching his wrist and pushing it to the table. “Cut this off and you’ll make a target on your back, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

“Feisty… that’s why I want you so bad. Such a pretty thing, you have no idea…”

“Leave.” You let go of his wrist, watching the way he slid out of the back of the room. By the time Mitsuya had walked in the room, you had already laid your head back on the table. His hand petting your hair lightly and feeling the bandaid covering the small, bleeding scratch. “Oh baby… How do you feel?”

He asked he sat down, his chest tightening when you silently crawled into his lap while curling up against your chest. Sad, you felt hurt… And Mitsuya could see that. Frowning, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your back gently. “Can you tell me what happened?”

Someone really wants to know my side…? But no one ever did before… You thought, your eyes widened before feeling yourself breaking at hearing him. “I- I saw Emma… She… was with another guy at the bar… B-but I could only think about what she did to Hiro… That maybe this man was someone’s brother, how sad they would be without them… So I stepped in…”

You had been unconsciously testing the waters, slow in story telling. Ready to stop if he seemed to be reacting badly, but he only nuzzled against your head gently. Whispering about how proud he is for you telling him and asking for you to continue.

“She slapped me… But when I went to hit her back, Mikey had the knife against my throat.” His eyes widened at hearing that, immediately pulling you a bit from his chest to look at your cheek. Being able to see the red mark on your cheek now that you weren’t laying on it or hiding it in his chest.

“Oh baby… I’m so sorry you had to go through with that, we’ll deal with her.” He promised you as his thumb brushed along the sensitive skin, making you wince softly. The door opened, Mitsuya letting you laid back against his chest as Baji leaned against the doorframe. “How are they?”

Chifuyu ducking under Baji’s arm to snuggle up to your side, Mitsuya wrapped his arm around Chifuyu to pull him close to you. Feeling protected with your owners made you slip into a sleepy state, barely conscious.

“Well… Emma slapped them.” Mitsuya explained, already knowing of Baji’s protectiveness when it came to you. It was violent for the poor fuckers who ever said something about you, so to hear that someone had the audacity to lay a hand on you? “I’m breaking her hand.”

“You know Mikey’s not gonna like that…”

“You really think I care ‘bout what Mikey’s gonna like? Who’s more important? Because no one gets away with slapping our bitch. She should be lucky that’s the only thing I’m doing.” Baji said with a scoff, glancing over at Draken who was walking up to the room. Stopping Baji from leaving to the bar. “Move Draken.”

“I’m stopping you from doing something rash-“

“That fucking whore slapped them!” The most sadistic one to you was also the one most protective over you, oh the irony. Draken took a sharp breath, glancing at you and his eyes softening when he saw that you were barely even conscious, resting on Mitsuya and Chifuyu. “We’re heading out, end of story Baji.”

“But-“

“Mikey won’t be coming with us, nor able to see our pup for a while.” They all glanced at Draken who looked firm on his decision. It didn’t matter if Mikey was his best friend, he had hurt you and Draken wouldn’t allow that.

Draken picked you up from Mitsuya, a sweet whine slipped from your lips at the movement. He cradled you to his chest, watching the way you snuggled your head in his neck, falling back asleep. They always loved the sleepy you, you were always so clingy when you were tired.

“I still want her to suffer.” Baji mumbled, glaring at where he could see Emma still talking to Mikey at the bar. Where the girl was still trying to convince Mikey that she had seen you with someone else, that you were the bad guy in the situation. About how you needed to disappear and she was innocent.

“I know you’re angry.” Chifuyu said behind Baji, placing a hand on his shoulder and getting a glare in return. But Baji was surprised to see the cold look in Chifuyu’s eyes as he looked at Emma. No one had really seen Chifuyu so angry… The silent anger just brewing, like a dangerous storm. And he didn’t know how to react.

“Don’t even waste your time on that whore, come back to the house with puppy. Mitsuya’s gonna be cooking curry.” Chifuyu said while looking at Baji, all the anger seem to have disappeared like it was never there. The gentle eyes of Chifuyu looking at Baji as Baji wanted to laugh. Of course his buddy was silently a killer, look at all of them. “Fine Chifuyu, but I’m lockin out Mikey.”

Chifuyu smiled at hearing that, laughing in agreement with a nod before running after Draken carrying you. Mitsuya was walking besides him, Chifuyu catching up with a happy hum as Baji walked after him. Giving a dark glare to Mikey through the corner of his eye.

Leaving Mikey there at the club, no goodbye or where they were going.

“I’m not weak.” Hiro spat at your figure as you hopped over the railing, sitting besides him while swinging your legs. His hand wiped the blood from his busted lip and he hated the way you smiled at him so carefree. “No ones saying your weak.”

“They are…”

“And they’re also currently in the hospital.” You made your point, grinning at him and seeing him roll his eyes. He’s always hated how you took care of his battles, he didn’t need you! It always seemed like you shoved it in his face how you’re so much stronger than him! You didn’t, but his jealousy made him feel that way. “Leave me alone.”

“Hey… I just took care of your bullies… Why are you mad at me?”

“No one asked you to! Why are you always butting in places where you don’t belong?! No one wants you here!” Hiro yelled at you, wanting you to be just as upset as he was. Watching the way your fingers momentarily tightened on your pants before releasing as you gave him a joking grin. “My parents didn’t want me either.”

How could you still smile at him? He didn’t understand you! And seeing you smile just made his jealousy and anger worse… “I’m serious! You’re always in places you don’t belong! If- if… if you were never here… then I would have my father!”

He yelled at you, standing up to climb over the railing and storming away. His eyes widened when he past the blood stained rod. You were left alone, leaning back against the railing as you could feel the night air. The joking smile fell from your lips, dropping that mask as you were quiet.

Your eyes opener, your body feeling heavy and swear you could still feel the stinging on her skin. One of your hands rubbed at your cheek softly, standing up and noticing you were wearing a large shirt and a pair of boxers. You weren’t surprised to see that they had changed you while you were sleeping, it was the first time that it’s happened and you were happy to be out of the clubbing outfit.

Moonlight was seeping through the curtains, your eyes glancing over at the clock to see the digital red numbers. It was 3:28 in the morning and you were alone in the room… That was new for you, usually you were never left alone in the night.

“They’ve been crying since they got home, they’re going to wake up with a headache.” You could hear voices as you silently padded down the hallway, pausing just outside of the living room. Your fingers reached up, feeling the puffiness of your eyes. Crying… You had been crying… When was the last time you cried…? Right, when you were begging for Hiro’s freedom.

“Mikey’s been blowing up my phone.” You heard Draken sigh, your mood dropping at hearing that name. Feeling cold as you lowered your hand from your eyes as Chifuyu huffed. “He’s the one who broke the rule and he even made them upset! So why should he get to see them??”

“Yea, I got banned for a bit for prettying them up in bruises.” Baji complained; slamming something on the counter. Mitsuya’s voice scolded, “No slamming sodas on my counter, now can someone go wake up them so they can eat?”

“I’m awake.” You announced softly, Draken had been sitting on the couch with his arm over his eyes. Chifuyu was laying on the floor, Baji sitting at the island. “Come over here pup.”

You made your way over at Draken’s command, his hand pulling you to sit in his lap. Chifuyu immediately shuffled over on the floor to sit besides you on the floor, holding onto your leg and laying his head on your thigh. Rubbing gently circles to comfort you silently. “How are you feeling puppy?”

“Fine. It’s his choice, he’s no longer my owner.” Every movement stopped at hearing your words, all four of them staring at you. Mitsuya was the first to move, carrying over the plate of curry and rice to sit in front of you on the coffee table. Feeding you some of the curry.

He was happy to take care of you, giving a cute smile. They were still surprised at your own cold voice, not knowing that you could just cut someone like that… And Baji was watching you, seeing you this relaxed with them, it makes him want to destroy the world for you- just to know that you’ll stay safe and protected. Just like this, in their arms.

“We can’t avoid Mikey forever…” Mitsuya said the one thing that everyone else was thinking. Knowing that Mikey was going to snap sooner then later for you. Baji scoffed, downing the rest of his drink. “Watch us.”

“Tag me.” You suddenly spoke, catching their interest immediately as your fingers reached up to press against your collar. “And… a proper collar… Tag me owners, please.”

Who were they to deny you of such a beautiful request?

“What did you find out about them?” Hanma asked, interlacing his fingers together as Kazutora was pacing on the floor. He had been muttering to himself of how your conversation with him, muttering your words over and over.

It drove him insane. And he loved it. Hanma had sent Kazutora to get information about you while he was in the meeting with Mikey and the others. Walhalla was challenging Toman, but of course they were going to meet up again to talk about the bets. What they were putting on the line.

“Them. Make Toman put them on the line.” Kazutora said cheerfully, looking at Hanma with sparkling eyes. Hanma was honestly a bit worried about his unstabled state, but curious to see how it’ll play out. “Yea? Why?”

“Toman will go crazy, rip themselves apart, be lost without them. I want to watch them suffer by taking their treasured little lap dog.” Kazutora said, clenching his fist. Imagining how you would look lounging at his feet, how your leash would feel in his hand. How you look with his name across your neck.

Hanma chuckled, pulling out the burner phone with only two contacts in it. Draken’s and Mikey’s. Kazutora spun the knife in his hand, remembering the fierce look in your ear. He couldn’t wait to hear you say the words. “I belong to Kazutora.” He will make you say them if he has to.

Your lap dog’s on the line.

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere baji keisuke #yandere chifuyu #yandere draken #yandere mikey sano #yandere mitsuya #ownership

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A irmã gêmea de Manjiro Sano

Imagine que depois de tantos anos, Mikey decide visitar sua antiga casa. A casa em que teve o auge de sua felicidade. Agora, ela estava vazia, escura, fria, assim como o coração dele haveria se tornado. Ele decide andar em suas doces memórias, quarto por quarto, cômodo por cômodo, até que chega ao quarto de seu avô. Parecia até coisa do destino, uma caixa branca se destacou naquele ambiente cinza. Ele abriu, lá estavam algumas fotos e documentos, entre eles a certidão de nascimento da Família Sano. Porém algo estava errado, tinha ali a certidão de uma garota chamada Ojiro, que nasceu no mesmo momento que Manjiro; isso o intrigou, fez buscas e investigações até descobrir que se tratava de uma irmã gêmea que nasceu quase morta. Quando soube, um resquício de esperança, um preenchimento de seu vazio passou raspando nele; Passou tão rápido quanto se foi. Ele ficou triste ao presumir que a garotinha haveria morrido, porém algo nele lhe dizia o contrário, talvez fosse aquela chamada "ligação de gêmeos". Todos esses anos algo o impedia de morrer, de se jogar ao abismo, talvez fosse isso, sua irmã gêmea ainda viva. Ele continuou com as investigações, descobriu que a garota estava viva. Seu coração deu um pulo de alegria, apesar de que suas feições não demostravam isso muito bem.

Quando nasceu, Ojiro precisava de uma cirurgia muito cara. A família Sano, apesar dos esforços não conseguiam Juntar o dinheiro, porém, uma mulher rica do exterior se ofereceu para pagar, com uma condição: A garota se tornaria filha dela.

A mulher era inteligente, rica porém infeliz. Não tinha Sorte, tinha tido uma filha que morreu, logo depois da morte da criança, haveria se tornado infértil, ela gostaria de adotar uma criança que se parecesse com sua antiga bebê, quando encontrou foi amor à primeira vista. Ela estava disposta a dar toda sua fortuna pela criança. Ela conseguiu comprar a garota, mudando o nome dela para S/N. Entedia a dor que Sakurako sentia ao entregar sua filha assim, porém assentiu a jovem mulher que ter uma filha longe era melhor do que ter uma morta. Com muita discussão, à família Sano aceitou a proposta da mulher, afinal, além de sobreviver, a garota seria criada com tudo do bom e do melhor, do mais caro, do mais luxuoso.

Mikey descobriu toda a história, foram 3 anos de investigações sem parar, 3 anos de agonia pura para ele, mas finalmente, finalmente ele veria sua carne, sua família, seu novo apoio, sua nova esperança. Ojiro foi criada como nômade, se mudando sempre, de países à países, nunca tendo tempo o suficiente para fazer amigos. Foi difícil para Mikey encontrá-la, porém não impossível. Ele não planejava Se aproximar muito dela, ele queria protegê-la a distância, ainda tinha medo e receio de que algo acontecesse a garota por conta dele. Quando se encontraram pela primeira vez foi um bug, eles eram idênticos. Depois de muita conversa, Mikey lhe contou toda a verdade, foi um choque para Ojiro, mas ela lentamente foi aceitando isso.

Manjiro e Ojiro tinham uma forte conexão, mesmo não tendo Vivido juntos; A personalidade era igual. Ojiro era Mikey do passado, despreocupada, infantil, brincalhona... Ele sentiu algo dentro dele pulsar...um sentimento confortável, um sentimento que aqueceu o interior frio dele.

Eles se deram muito bem, conversaram aqui e ali algumas vezes antes do mesmo decidir se afastar para protegê-la. Quando se afastou, foi aí que o inferno dele começou. Ele tinha sonhos com a irmã gêmea, acordava suando frio, ofegante, desesperado tentando alcançar os braços dela. Lentamente foi se jogando aos entorpecentes e as drogas que o mantia calmo, com o pingo de sanidade que ainda o restava. Um dia ele passou mau. No seu apartamento luxuoso, deitado à cama num dia chuvoso, seu corpo começa a suar frio, ele começou a ficar pálido, entorpecido. O estômago dele embrulha, como se mãos invisíveis apertassem o estômago dele. Ele sente dificuldade em respirar, sendo obrigado a dar longos suspiros na tentativa de aliviar-se. O coração dele dispara, as mãos dele apertam o colchão macio coberto pelos lençóis gelados, a ânsia o atinge com força e ele vomita. Quando Sanzu o encontrou, ele estava meio desmaiado, sujo de vômito, delirando, chamando o nome da sua irmã gêmea. Ele foi para o hospital, alguns dias após sua recuperação, S/n foi visita-lo, isso o quebrou, ele tinha-se esforçado tanto para ficar longe da loira e agora aqui estava ela novamente. Ele sentiu o cheiro de morango com o frescor de algo doce envolver suas narinas, lentamente abriu os olhos, viu a figura loira de vestido vermelho e lábios pintados de vinho olhar para ele com pena, compaixão. Quando a viu segurar sua mão, a mão que ele sujou com sangue e agora sujava as mãos macias de um ser puro. Ele não queria Corromper a garota, ele não queria Que ela se transformasse nele ou no pior, morresse. Ela se parecia tanto com ele...não só na aparência, mas no melhor momento da vida dele; Na época em que ele era feliz de verdade, na época que a vida tinha sentido, na época que o mundo tinha cor. Ela o consolou, conversou com ele. Isso o quebrou em mil pedaços, ele tentou evitar derramar uma lágrima mas não conseguiu; outra falha dele. Ele não conseguia Salvar ninguém, não conseguia Ajudar ninguém, não conseguia Ser forte...ele se sentiu um inútil, um miserável. O rosto enterrado do peito da irmã gêmea enquanto deixava todas as lágrimas acumuladas de todos esses anos serem despejadas. Ele não conseguia Mais ficar longe dela, o coração dele apertava tanto, mais tanto! Ele conseguiu ficar todos esses anos longes de seus amigos restantes, mas olhar para uma pessoa que é literalmente um reflexo dele no passado, daquilo que ele já foi, de algo que o aproximasse das memórias felizes que ele teve, ele não conseguia...não conseguia Ficar longe da última pessoa que era seu sangue, sua família, s/n. Para ajudar as crises de pânico e ansiedade que Manjiro desenvolveu, Sanzu decidiu se envolver e pôr um dedo no assunto. Sua opinião era: mesmo que Mikey se mantivesse longe da garota na esperança de protegê-la, o mundo à fora ainda tentaria sujá-la, corrompê-la e até mesmo matá-la. A única saída era isolar ela do mundo, já que ele o destruiria, assim como destruiu o próprio Mikey. Manjiro sabia que a garota não aceitaria Simplesmente ser presa, isolada assim do mundo por conta de um medo que ele tinha. Então ele apenas deixou essa ideia de lado enquanto tentou viver uma vida normal ao lado de sua preciosa irmã gêmea.

Depois de 4 anos ao lado de sua nova família, seu novo apoio emocional, a gangue rival de Manjiro tentou matar S/N, ele estava decidido: ele usaria o plano de Sanzu. Ele não tinha Opção. Aquele sentimento feliz, aconchegante, quente e gentil que voltou a cobrir o coação dele depois de anos ameaçou sumir de novo...ele sabia que dessa vez ele não aguentaria. Ele não quer Passar por tudo aquilo de novo, de novo não.

Ee fez uma rápida pesquisa do que ela gostava, os hobbies dela e etc. Levou a loira para visitar uma mansão luxuosa um pouco...isolada demais pro gosto dela. Pediu palpites de decoração, que a mesma o ajudou a arrumar a casa inteira, escolhendo os móveis e até mesmo a decoração. Agora estava tudo pronto...para proteger o que era de mais precioso para ele nesse mundo, para proteger o que era dele por direito...

É minha primeira vez escrevendo, então sinto muito qualquer erro em digitação ou se algo está fora de contexto. Se quiserem posso fazer as outras versões dele com uma irmã gêmea ou até mesmo um headcanons da rotina cotidiana deles depois do sequestro.

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere mikey sano #yandere manjiro sano #yandere #manjiro sano #tokyo revengers mikey #tokyo revengers

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eetherealgoddess · 2 months

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TR: ꨄYANDERE ONE NIGHT STAND HEADCANONSꨄ

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Characters are 18+

❦Idc how bad you want it, do NOT wake up to these mfs❦

Not fully proofread

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Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Mikey: You didn’t expect to see a man lying next to you in your bed, let alone him being a friend of yours from childhood. You almost didn’t recognize him considering the black hair that’s falling down his back and shoulders. His body curved to the side as you stared in shock at the back of his head. You peeked over and almost cursed when you realized who he was.

You don’t remember the night before but picking the covers up and eyeing both of your naked bodies, you could only hope you had used protection. When you eased off of the bed, you snatched your clothes off the floor. Your eyebrows furrowed at the hoodie and sweats that indicate you hadn’t gone to a bar or club. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t figure out how running into each other would have resulted in the two of you in the same bed.

Once your clothes were on, you rushed to the door to avoid an awkward greeting. You wanted to see if your parents had made it home and noticed anything. Yes, you’re an adult but you still live under your parents roof and they never liked Mikey. They always thought of him as a bad influence which sucked for you because you actually had a little crush on him. They forbade him from the house and at some point made it a rule for you to not be friends anymore.

Having been young, you had to listen. They’re pretty strict so the tracking device prevented you from sneaking around. Honestly, you didn’t have many friendships because of your parents so you would only go to school, home, and occasionally the park. You only recently were allowed to have nights out as long as you paid attention in your college classes. You were scared that your parents would kick you out if they saw the display so you hurried out the door.

The putrid smell of the house slapped your face, a palm going over your nose as your eyes watered. You continue to walk through the hall to the living room, gasping when you see the corpses of your parents. You gagged up vomit, belching and coughing as tears spilled from your eyes. Your body trembles as you drop to your knees, eyeing their unrecognizable faces considering it looks as though their faces were beaten repeatedly, a large gash in the middle of their faces with blood puddling around them.

Having thrown on his black pants, he followed the wails that woke him up. His shoulder leaning against the wall and arms crossed over his bare chest, Mikey’s dark eyes gaze at you from the hall. He hadn’t meant for you to see such a gruesome scene. The pill he put in your drink two nights ago should’ve kept you asleep at least for a few days. He planned to take you home today considering he got carried away the nights before, libido high from the adrenaline rush he had from ridding both of you of the blockage that kept you two apart. He pushed himself off the wall and walked towards you.

Jolting, you looked up at him from your kneeled position with wide eyes. He sets his hand on your head and crouches down.

“You’re gonna be good so I don’t have to knock you out, kay?” Hesitantly, you nod your head. He smiles softly before standing up and holding out a hand for you to take, helping you on your feet as you hold yourself up with shaky legs, gaze stuck on your deceased parents as you walk back to the bedroom.

Kazutora: You pant heavily as moans echoed throughout the room, bucking your hips up as your ex boyfriend’s thrusts meet yours. Your fingers grip his shoulders before wrapping your arms around his neck, his cock aiming deeper inside of your walls as he grinds into you, hitting your g-spot with each rutt. He moans into your ear as he nibbles and sucks your earlobe, one of his hands placed on top of your head as his other hand grips the cushion of the bed.

“Kazu, I’m gonna cum!” You whimper out as you grind harder against him, the head of his cock pounding against the erogenous zone that causes your hands to turn into fists as you throw your head back. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your back arches.

“Cum on this cock, baby.” His husky voice whispers against your ear as he continues the same pace, purposefully bringing you to an orgasm as you moan loudly, yelling a curse as you hold your hips in place. Suddenly, he pulls back and grabs a hold of your thighs, holding them up before thrusting at a faster pace, his hair draping over as he leans over, your hands gripping his shoulders once more as your mouth hangs open, feet next to your head.

The bed rocks as he roughly thrusts into you, cream oozing out of your pussy and dripping to your ass. You couldn’t help but release shaky moans as he used your pussy to bring himself to an orgasm. Your eyes widen as you watch his expression morph into the familiar look he makes when he’s about to cum.

“Pull out!” You yell as your eyebrows furrow from the overstimulation, hands moving to his chest.

“M’ gonna cum so fucking deep in this pussy.” He moans out, panting as his hips become sloppier, his fingers squeezing your thighs tightly. You yank his hair back in an attempt to pull him out of you only for him to moan out as he thrusts his hips harder, his eyes fluttering closed as his mouth hangs open.

He pressed his cock deep inside you as you felt his seed shoot inside. Both of you moan out as he slowly grinds his orgasm out, you pressing your hips against him as you cream out another orgasm. He lays on top of you as he pushes himself inside you more, holding himself in place to make sure all of his semen has nowhere to go but inside your hole.

“No, no, no! Kazutora, I told you to pull out!” You smack his sweaty back as he breathes deeply against your neck.

“It’s fine.” You both grunt as he pushes inside of you more, his arms hugging around your head.

“No it’s not! Now you have to get me a plan b!”

He sits up as he chuckles before pulling his hips back and shoving into you again before beginning a slow pace. You bite your lip to hold back from moaning.

“Uh, uh. You’re gonna keep it and we’re going to raise it together.” He grins as he holds your legs back up.

“Are you crazy? I have a fiancé now! I can’t get pregnant!” He pins your arms above your head after you try to push him off.

“That’s too bad.” He says before thrusting at a faster pace. He breeds you over and over again the rest of the night, your pussy full of nothing but his sperm.

The next day, you bought a plan b, walking to your car after you left the store. Before you could get in your seat, you were grabbed from behind and pulled into a chest with a knife against your throat.

“Take it and I will slice your neck and kill your fiance after sending everyone in your family the video I took of us last night. Do you understand?” He says softly against your ear. You nod frantically as he takes the bag out of your hand. He pecks your cheek before releasing you.

“Glad we got back together, Y/n. It’ll be good for the baby.”

Ran: You wake up in a penthouse, the huge bedroom displaying a luxury you’ve never seen in person until last night. You were surprised that someone so loaded would go to a run down club such as the place you work at and choose you, a low class stripper, to spend the night with. You wouldn’t normally go home with anyone, but this man was charming and beautiful. You could tell he was expensive just by his demeanor and what he wore. You had no clue why he spotted you, gazing at you when he first walked in. When you made eye contact, you knew it would be a good night.

He made it worthwhile, treating you delicately, all the while pounding into you from behind as his nails left scratch marks all over you. Whispering soft words as he talked you through each orgasm while shoving his cock so hard that your skin smacked loudly against each other. His hold felt good against you, bodies molding together as you gripped the sheets of the bed, his sweat mixing with yours as he thrusts deeply inside of you.

“Work at my club.” He says while tracing your arm as you lie on his bare chest, the morning light seeping through the thin curtains as your legs are tangled together. You didn’t hesitate to accept the offer. Working at his club brought you more money, as well as high end living. You moved out of your grimy apartment to a luxury loft near his penthouse. One of his drivers would give you limitless rides to wherever you had ordered. You made connections and created a better life for yourself, with his help of course. You’re clearly the boss’s favorite, damn near living with him as he always brought you to his home at the end of a work night. Even on your off days you would end up at his place, waking up naked in his bed.

Whenever you had vip performances, there was a no touch policy for you specifically no matter the circumstances. As you rolled your hips against a stranger’s lap, he grabbed your ass and pulled you onto his covered bulge, bucking his hips against you. You yelp as you try to release yourself from the man’s grip, only for him to hold you down and groan. You curse at him before turning and back handing his face.

He shoves you to the ground, standing up from the seat as he hovers over you. He pulls his arm back, ready to land a punch to your cheek. A bang echoed through the room as blood splattered on your face and front body. The man’s headless body pauses before dropping limp on the ground, his jaw hanging as red covers him. You pant as your eyes stare wide at the corpse. Footsteps come towards you from behind as hands reach around your waist and pick you up from the floor.

“Sorry I didn’t come sooner.” He says casually as he leans in to kiss your forehead. “Let’s go home, yeah?” Still gazing at the body oozing blood, you nod your head with a trembling lip. He rubs your back as you both walk out. When you both lied in bed that night, you couldn’t get the man’s headless body out of your mind. Sure, he deserved something bad to happen to him, but the way Ran shot him so effortlessly was a little troubling for you. Regardless of the mixed feelings you held, you couldn’t help the side of you that was excited that a man like him protected you from danger.

“You no longer work at the club. You only work for me.” You were forced to move in with him for ‘your own safety,’ as well as giving all your personal details to him so he can take care of you completely. He paid for everything and even dressed you himself. He really molded you into his perfect doll. You couldn’t really get mad about the lack of freedom considering you had no more worries. In fact you were a little scared that he would give it all up once another stripper caught his eye.

“I could never replace my favorite doll.” With that sentence alone, your whole mindset changed. You realize that what you were receiving wasn’t real. Everything was to mold you into his little object. His toy. You don’t know why it hurt you as bad as it did, but you knew you had to leave.

The next day, you told him, “I think it’d be best if we stopped seeing each other. Our relationship is way past professional and I want my own life back.” He only stares at you as he sits on his office chair, stoic expression as his legs are crossed.

“You’re having a bad day. You should get some rest.” He states. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“No, I’m serious. This needs to end right now.” He stands up from his seat, walking towards you before gently grabbing your chin and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Are you sure?” He questions. You nod your head, ignoring his affection no matter how bad you wanted it. He releases you before walking back to his seat. He sits down and props his legs on the desk. You froze when you turned to walk away, a gun cocking behind you. You turn your gaze to him in shock and fear.

“Why do you look so scared, Y/n? You wanted this to end, right?” His expression shows a sly smile, elbow resting on the table as he lazily points the gun at you. Keeping his gaze fixed on yours, he leans over the desk, both elbows on the table, placing his feet on the ground.

“Or, were you mistaken?” You couldn’t move, your hairs standing up on your limbs as you breathed heavily. Your body is tense as you eye the barrel of the weapon.

“Were. You. Mistaken?” He reiterated, awaiting a response as his eyes narrowed.

“Y-yes, I made a mistake.” He nodded, “Mhm,” before setting his gun on the desk.

“I’ll meet you in the bedroom for a nap.” He smiled as he waved you off.

Rin: You hadn’t expected the drunken night to go as good as it did. Having been broken up with the day of, you decided to go out and find a random person to take home. Of course, this isn’t something you usually do, but you need something, or someone to distract you.

You had initially walked into the club with your friends by your side, but after a few shots the whole night became blurred, you all losing each other in the process.

The alcohol saved you from the thoughts that wanted to race your mind, instead you searched the crowd for someone who would be the perfect fit for tonight. Coming across a purple mullet, you knew exactly who you wanted. You downed another shot before reaching the upstairs dance floor.

You didn’t really care about anything but getting this stranger in your pants so when you reached him, you tapped his shoulder. You almost change your mind, anxiety forming when you see how attractive he is, though the alcohol in your system keeps you from folding to your insecurities.

“You wanna get out of here?” You question, swallowing your pride as his intimidating gaze locks you in a chokehold. You perk up at his smirk.

“Sure.”

Excitement causes you to grab his arm and pull him out of the club. He informs you of his driver and you allow him to take you to his place. When you both get there, you immediately pounce on him. Your lips drunkenly move against his as his arms wrap around your waist before pulling you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his torso. You make out as he carries you to the couch and sits with you on his lap.

After a couple hours or so, you both ended up in his bedroom, blankets all over the bed as you grind your hips on his face. His hands grip your thighs as you rest your arms on the head board, head back as you groan out. He smacks your ass as he laps up your juices, sucking your clit before flicking it with his tongue. Orgasm after orgasm, you both sloppily give yourselves to one another.

When you woke up the next day, your phone continuously buzzed as a call interrupted your sleep. You groaned as you grabbed the phone and eyed the screen. You sigh once you see your ex’s name. Answering the phone you picked yourself up and used one of the blankets on the floor as a cover up. You glanced at the sleeping purple haired man and walked into his bathroom, closing the door behind you.

The conversation went with your ex manipulating the situation and you falling for it once more, a never ending cycle that you knew could end if you stopped fooling yourself. Hanging up and opening the bathroom door, you weren’t expecting to see Rin sitting up on the bed, half-naked as his body faces you with his feet planted to the ground. You greet him as you put your clothes on.

“Leaving to go back to your toxic ex?” One of your eyebrows raised at him.

“That’s none of your business. Can I please get a ride to my apartment?” He nods as he watches you walk out.

A week has passed and you and your ex are once again back on bad terms. You were on your way to his place to pick your stuff up so it wouldn’t get mixed up with the other women’s items considering he allows them to stay over. When you opened the door, your eyebrows furrowed at the dark living room. He just texted you so you didn’t understand why he wouldn’t be waiting in the living space like he always does.

You gasp when you reach his bedroom doorway, his corpse lying on the floor with blood oozing from a bullet hole in his head, lifeless eyes wide open. You look at the culprit who sits on the bed facing away from you.

“What the fuck?” You breathe out, uncomfortable and terrified from the display. You could recognize the mullet from anywhere. He stands up from the bed with the gun still in hand.

“Let’s go.” He says, expecting you to follow as he walks past you. Because of the gun in his hand, you really didn’t have a choice but to follow if you didn’t want to end up like your ex.

Sanzu: You knew that even if you’re unhappy with your marriage, you probably shouldn’t have cheated. Honestly, it wasn’t anything planned but you really needed the drugs you had bought from the dealer you were recommended. Who knew that the one night stand would turn into an affair. Though there didn’t seem to be any emotional connection on your part nor did it seem like his, you couldn’t stop contacting him and yearning for the pink haired man in more ways than you should for a drug dealer.

You thought what you experienced was normal until you realized you might’ve caught feelings for your dealer. Unfortunately, when you confessed, you were answered with a blank expression as you both smoked weed in his car. You realized how stupid you were to have confessed to someone when you were married so you stopped buying from him. It wasn’t until he showed up at your house and pulled you into a passionate kiss. You continued to make out until you were on the sofa, riding his cock once more as you moaned out his name.

His hands gripping your hips as he thrusted into you from below. One of his hands moved behind your head and pulled you to his shoulder as his other hand wrapped around your waist, aiming his cock deeper to keep hitting that spot that makes your thighs quake in his hold.

“Fuck.” He hissed as you rolled your hips harder, grunting as his grip tightened. “You sure you want this?”

“Uh huh.” You moan out as you nod, head falling back as the sound of your wet pussy squelches around his thick girth. When the sound of the front door clicks open, before you could turn your head around, Sanzu pulls his gun out from the pants that sat beside him and aims it for the intruder.

“No!” You gasp just as the shot rings out. A thud follows as you turn fully to eye your now dead husband.

“Oh my…!” Your head is forced to face Sanzu, the hand free of the gun holding the back of your head as the one holding the weapon wraps around your waist, his thrusts starting again as he purposefully aims deep into your pussy. You moan out as tears fall, the pleasure contrasting with the fear and guilt in your heart. He pulls your forehead against his as he continues to fuck into you.

“This is mine.” He aims the barrel of the gun on your pubis, finger against the trigger. You stare wide eyed into his crazed blue orbs. “Only mine, got it?” You nod as he removes the gun and replaces the arm back around your waist.

He continues until you both reach your orgasms, riding them out against each other as you lean your head on his shoulder, questioning everything that brought you to this point.

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baby-tini · 3 months

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They ask you for a 4 sum, you in? Or are you in?

#baby-tini #manjiro 4 sum #manjiro x reader #sano mikey manjiro #tokyo revengers sano manjiro #yandere mikey #mikey x reader #yandere tokrev #bonten mikey #manjiro sano #sano manjiro x reader #manila mikey #toman mikey #mikey sano

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cannellee · 4 months

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pls i need alpha! Mikey rut hcs (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

ignore this if you’re busy though ヽ(´ー｀)

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

alpha! mikey x omega! reader

— mikey during his ruts

my masterlist : ☆

I don't remember when I received this ask but I know it's been a while and once again I'm sorry for the long long wait!!

ALPHA! MIKEY

mikey is completely in phase with his alpha nature and feels his instincts so strongly.

he is an alpha through and through and nothing about him leaves place for doubt.

as a consequence, he lives his ruts intensely as well. it's like all his alpha traits are heightened for a week.

before his ruts hit, his protective instincts are entirely focused on his omega's well being and her safety.

while he doesn't really like it, he might allow you to go outside without him, but during this period, you know it's better to prepare for the week ahead of you.

you build your nest, assisted by mikey who honestly doesn't really add much to its realisation. he interrupts you every now and then to take a deep breath of your scent. he's always been obsessed with it but it gets worse during his ruts.

afterwards, he scents everything he possibly can and doesn't leave much the house anymore. you do the same thing, since leaving his side isn't really an option.

once his ruts hit for real, you're not going anywhere trust me. he's way too focused on you to let you go : his head is clouded with his desire for bonding and his omega.

I see him mindlessly hugging you tightly while inhaling your even more sugary pheromones. your scent tends to get way sweeter when he's in ruts, probably to answer to his own needs.

his scent also changes, it becomes more potent and to you, it creates an enticing and comforting smell that naturally calms you down. it serves as a subconscious signal of mikey's presence and protection.

however to others, it doesn't appear as soothing. the increase of his pheromones envelopes all of the place where you decided to spend his ruts at (usually at his). moreover, the powerfull scent is noticeable even from outside and is able to drive away potential threats that could set mikey on edge.

he's extremely more sensitive to other people approaching his omega and is likely to adopt a much more aggressive behaviour.

his natural possessiveness intensifies, he become more physically affectionate and tends to have tender but assertive touches, expressing his desire to mark and protect his omega during this vulnerable period.

during his ruts, mikey doesn't get as carried away with his omega as one would think.

his instincts lead the way obviously, which is why his libido is that high. he won't stop until he feels satisfied or that you seem too tired to keep up with him.

his desire for physical intimacy only strengthens the bond you already have. he understands he needs to be considerate and gentle with you, he isn't rough, just intense.

he will mark you though, and a lot. his possessive instincts are extremely high and he has this need to ensure his claim on his omega.

whenever you spend his ruts with him, it always feels like it's the first time he's touching you. he's feeling you, devouring you like a starved man and it makes you feel so loved and appreciated.

he's really attentive and listens to anything you have to say, he's lucid enough to not neglect you. his ruts are not about his pleasure only.

he's very passionate : like on impulse, he's driven by a desire to make his omega cum as much as possible and satiate his own breeding instincts at the same time. he won't let you go until he knows you're full of him.

his post-ruts offer a calm environment for his omega, it's like a reward after the intense days you spent.

expect a lot of affectionate cuddles, a clingy mikey and sloppy kisses and apologies to the freshly made marks and few bites he's covered you with.

he'll get you food and bath you, but you're still not leaving the nest!

he's still feeling a lot possessive and you'll have to stay a day or two together before he gets back to normal. for now, he's still defensive and wary.

you actually like the duality between his protective and gentle personality, his desire to care and provide for you during his ruts, never letting you lift a finger because his instincts command him to ensure his omega's comfort and happiness. and the undeniable contrast with his terrible hostility towards anyone foreign, or not.

he loves you so much and you can feel it so much during his ruts, when all of his focus is on you.

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cheesus-doodles · 1 year

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Is it just an incredibly expensive party dress she is trying out or is it really for something else? Bonten Mikey seems to know at least :) Find out in Chapter 3 of Going Home (my Time Leaper darling AU)!

Another amazingly stunning piece by @purarupu ! Thank you again for the incredible work, blows my mind everytime I see it :D Been a while since this was done but just found the opportunity to post this given I commissioned this with Going Home in mind.

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yanderederee · 6 months

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Perfect

ctw: Yandere themes ~ explicit nsfw midway

part1 … part2 … part3 … now~ … part5

“I’m just worried about you!”

“You shouldn’t get so close, yaknow…”

“He’s going to hurt you one of these days!”

Mikey really couldn’t stand your friends sometimes.

They thought they knew the whole picture. Some goody two shoes who fell head first for the bad boy who never came to school.

It’s not like they bothered to acknowledge how you two genuinely got to know one another, how you helped get him back on track with school, how you looked at him like he held the world in his hands, or how deeply he cared— really cared for you.

All they wanted to acknowledge was how you never had any free time anymore. ‘He’s so clingy’ this, and ‘can’t we talk alone?’ That.

Sure, maybe Mikey hated when you looked at someone other than him for longer than ten seconds. But that didn’t make him a bad boyfriend!

“What’cha guys talking about?~” Mikey smiled innocently when he came up behind you. The girls surrounding you gasped, and backed away immediately.

Mikey was so friendly, how could they reject him so harshly? Maybe it was the death glare he burned into their skin, or the threats he made to them days prior for trying to fuel your head with all this nonsense to begin with.

“Morning, Manjiro~” you smiled back, placing your hand softly on the arm he slung over you protectively.

You never cared how other people saw you, even if you were dating the most notorious delinquent in Shinjuku and Shibuya alike.

And that same indifferent nature was just another reason you had him wrapped around your finger.

One of your friends clicked her tongue, and glared at you. “Whatever, don’t come crying to us about it later.”

You were a tough cookie. It took a lot to get under your skin. Yet somehow, that did.

Little by little, anyone who you used to interact with would suddenly give you the cold shoulder. No more friendly smiles or casual waves. If you even were acknowledged, it was with strained levels of respect, addressing you only by your family name, or curt bows.

No doubt from Mikey’s influence.

Still, if no one else, you had your Manjiro. His undeniable presence of security and words of comfort… he had only ever meant to give you the world, and in secret, punish anyone who would dare separate you.

“They don’t know nothing,” Mikey waved off your friends before hugging you close. You didn’t bother to point out his grammatical mistake. “You know I’d never make you cry, right?” He asked with his watery puppy eyes.

Smile so pure, you ruffled the mess of hair on Mikey’s head. “Course not.” You agreed.

He loved when you agreed with him. Validated his delusions.

“I can’t wait for our next study session~” Mikey sighed in contentment, a soft blush hanging over his features. Your face too caught heat at the taboo mention, in school no less. “T-that was..” you tried coming up with the words that could properly display your thoughts on yesterday, but Mikey loved finishing your sentences for you. “Heavenly. I don’t think I’ve ever felt closer to heaven in my life, than I had then…”

Mikey nuzzled the bridge of his nose into the crook of your exposed neck, regretful he hadn’t left any long lasting love bites behind, like he intended. He was too enthralled in other sensations, but tonight, he’d make sure not to be so negligent.

“You’re so cute,” you giggled at his words of sentiment. “But don’t get spoiled now.”

Mikey narrowed his eyebrows in a pout. “Not fair~” he whined into your shoulder, unfazed by the looks of shock or ridicule classmates around you were giving at the public display of… affection.

Turning your head, you kissed your Manjiro’s scalp lovingly. “Fine fine~ just be patient. After school, okay?” You affirmed in a soft spoken tone.

Mikey smirked.

He loved how easily you gave in to him.

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“M-ma—! Manjiro..!” You yelled desperately, feeling your legs tense so harshly, you began to shake uncontrollably. “Pl-please, I-I’m—!”

But your voice only fueled the desire that flooded Mikey’s senses.

The feeling of your soft thighs against his hands. Your smell. The way playing with you made you scream. It was surreal, like nothing he had ever experienced. The adrenaline of doing these things for the first time only amped his speed further.

Ever since you showed Mikey how to pull back your clitoral hood and exposed your most sensitive parts, he’s been infatuated.

Exploring his tongue over the bundle of nerves, he tried everything, til his hearts content. Shallow licks, slow at first, until he crescendo’d the movement into a quick zig zag motion. The first orgasm he got out of you was evident and loud.

He was so glad he moved his room to the shed, lest his grandfather kill him for his inappropriate actions.

Yet still, even when you twirled his locks into your gentle fists to pull him up, he hurried himself deeper into you. This was heaven, like he said before. How could you take what away from him?

With a more broad sweep of his tongue, he made sure to slowly taste all the wetness you’d produced from your first orgasm. So sweet.

Just as slow as he started, adding pressure from the tip of his tongue, he started from your exposed clit, down til he felt the inward dip of your fluttering hole.

Your moan was soft and low, the movement perfectly easing you down from sensations just seconds ago. But he wanted to keep going, see what sounds you would make by sucking on you.

A drawn out whine escaped your throat when he’d done this. “I-I’m sensitive..! You can’t-“ you tried reasoning with him, but his lazy hooded gaze spoke for itself: he was having the time of his life.

With another hard suck, you whined loud, and threw your head back. “Ahh!—“

God, your cries alone could render him into a horny mess. More, he decided. He wanted to hear more of those sounds. Putting in the extra work, the grip he had on your legs slid up til your hips were under his strength. Pulling your hips upward, he pressed his tongue unbearably closer.

You always gave him just what he wanted. Louder; his name escapes your lips like a mantra. Mikey couldn’t get enough. Just as the muscle of his tongue and your squirming hips met a comfortable rhythm, it was only a matter of minutes before you felt that familiar tension building inside you again.

“M-Mikey! Gonna’..” you made weak attempts at warning him of your oncoming release, but the release overtook your senses before you could do so. A moan more pornographic and sincere soon blessed Manjiro’s eager ears.

You were heaven. It was obvious now, all his blessings in this world was squirming right under him. Your essence. Your angelic cries. The way your thighs cradled him impossibly closer— the way your toes curled and shaking body rattled the frame of his bed.

You were his euphoria.

It was a shame your head was thrown back. He tried getting a good look at your face when you cried so sweetly, but couldn’t.

Enjoying the last few involuntary thrusts your body released, Mikey finally release your core with a loud sounding pop.

His lips were red from friction, but he’d never been happier. Attentions all about you, he slowly rose to his knees on the bed, trying to see your face. His hands stayed glued to your hips as his fingertips traced the curves of your body.

“Manjiro…” you breathed out quietly, turning to reveal your glazed over eyes. Mikey smiled wide, feeling his heart skip a beat at the sight of you.

“You’re so perfect.”

You would never be able to leave Manjiro. For years to come, you would faithfully remain his. Lest the taste of death come between you.

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iamfandomtrashandimproud · 8 months

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Y/N: I gotta get back home before Mikey realizes I'm not in bed!

Bonten!Mikey: *wakes up alone in bed* Y/N?? Y/N!! 😭

#Tokyo revengers #yandere Tokyo revengers #manjiro sano x reader #manjiro sano #bonten timeline #bonten mikey #source: Cleveland #Tokyo revengers x reader

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no-saints-around-here · 2 years

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Panty Sniffing HCs

Yandere TR Boys

Masterlist

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tw: nsfw, panty sniffing, mild exhibitionism, spanking, edging, fingering, dead dove do not eat

Mikey and Kazutora would outright demand you handover your used underwear as soon as you make to take them off, be it whether you were just changing out after school or going for a shower. Doesn't matter what they were doing or which part of the house they had been lounging in, you can be sure this boy appears right on time in order to ask you to hand them over, clutching on to you and kicking up a fuss if you refuse. Will throw a tantrum (or just start straight up crying and accusing you of not loving him in Kazutora's case) even if there are other guests around, so you better give in before someone else comes looking for the source of the noise. Immediately gets to work burying their noses into your soiled panties, really getting as good a sniff as he can, but you still don't get to leave to do whatever - if they are already smelling your dirty panties, then the inevitable fucking would follow soon. Mikey and Kazutora will bend you over and proceed to fuck you with their noses still on the crotch of your panties, but instead of finishing inside you like they usually do, will pull out to jizz all over your underwear. Very proud of their work too, will insist on showing it to you and making sure you acknowledge how much they came when they were done before finally letting you leave. But of course these boys do not wash your used underwear before returning them - now that they've came all over it, its too icky for them to handle, and these boys would just drop it in your laundry basket for you to settle.

Izana wouldn't bother with asking or demanding, just wordlessly flips up your skirt and pulls down your underwear whenever his little heart (or rather his cock, the real brains) desires. Luckily for you, this boy at least has the courtesy not to do it anywhere too public - still jealous enough that he doesn't want to share with others what only he is allowed to see and touch. Checks to see if your underwear is already dirty enough for his liking; and if it isn't, will pull it back up, wrap one arm around your waist, and start rubbing your clit through your panties and teasing you by dipping his fingers into your little cunt to get you wet and dripping, whispering dirty talk into your ear while you cross your fingers that no one was going to walk in on the two of you. Soiling your underwear around Izana isn't a choice - if he wants it dirty, he'll do it himself. When he is finally satisfied with how drenched the cotton pressed against your crotch was (you lost count of how many times you came), this boy will once more pull your panties off you and this time keeps them for himself, leaving you to go without any underwear for the rest of the day. Would press the soft cotton stained with your sweet nectar to his nose later on at night, but wouldn't bother doing it privately - if you're awake and watching, then you're awake and watching him jerk off and cumming into your panties, before he tosses your now-used underwear aside for you to pick up and wash later, and pulls you into his lap for a quick bounce on his cock to finish up before bed. This time he finishes inside you.

Kakucho and Rindo on the other hand still have at least a morel of shame (or pride, in Rindo's case) left. These boys would never even dream of helping themselves to your used panties in front of you, let alone dare ask you directly for them (the horror, the shame!) no matter how badly they want it right now or how hard they are in their pants. Instead resorts to stealing your soiled underwear from your laundry basket after you have gone to bed for the night, having had to hungrily watch from a distance as you strip them off your glistening cunt before your shower, all the while pretending that they weren't interested and definitely weren't staring. Desperation who? Not these boys. Picks a private place to jerk off in even if you are already fast asleep, one hand eagerly yanking away inside of their boxers while the other holds the crotch of your underwear to their noses, your sweet smell locked away in the crotch of your panties helping to spur their imagination on what you taste and smell like between your legs. Kakucho and Rindo eventually cums into their own underwear, muffling themselves as best they can so that they don't wake you, but make sure to never dirty yours any further, since its easier for them to did wash their own clothes for them and toss your panties back into the laundry basket afterwards rather than risk being caught - it would be rather hard to lie if you asked them why your previous day's underwear was wet.

Taiju would make no secret of him going through the house's worth of dirty laundry to find a pair of your dirty panties since its not his first time anyway, but then proceed to push the blame on you when you catch him in the act after coming home early. Grabs you by your waist with one arm and easily carries you up to his room with a mind to punish you for tempting him into doing something as sinful and unholy as having to sniff your panties. Pulls you over his lap, flips up your skirt and starts spanking you, pinning you down to make sure you can't wriggle out while he rains his hand down on your butt, all the while preaching at you about sins and sinning. But most importantly, Taiju doesn't pull down your panties to spank you bare bottomed - occasionally stops to "give you a break", which means dipping two thick fingers down to your crotch and firmly pressing your panties against your pretty little pussy and clit to check and see if it was already drenched. When your bum is finally red enough and you are tearfully apologising for whatever it was you did, Taiju finally lets up on the spanking to instead switch to getting you as soaking as possible without giving you the relief of cumming, interchanging between massaging and pinching your clit and pumping his fingers into you. Makes you watch him slide off your panties and give it a good whiff, before wrapping the small piece of cotton around his dick and jerking off to completion right there and then, throwing the soiled underwear back at you when he was done cumming all over it and leaving.

Koko wouldn't hesitate to steal your used panties to sell to the highest bidder online, but insists that he only does it as a punishment when you behave in a way he doesn't like. Owns a range of various kinds of toys that he has collected and that he absolutely loves to use on you, which is why he cranks it up to 11 when you don't listen to him and try to venture out yourself. Strips you down to just your panties and socks and edges you repeatedly, with you tied firmly to the bed so that you can't escape from your punishment, carefully watching your face contort with pleasure and then falling with disappointment when he doesn't let you cum, all the while your pussy is drenched and drooling into your underwear non-stop. Will make sure you soil at least one of his favourite kind of panties (the cute white ones) for him to keep and sniff, before changing you out to those mildly fancy lacy ones that are much more sellable and having you soak those through. Makes you watch as he auctions off your dirty underwear to the crowds of wretched souls online, and all the while as the number goes up, Koko would be pressing his own favourite to his nose just out of your sight, taking in deep whiffs of your fresh scent and slowly rubbing himself. You don't get to cum, but doesn't mean he can't either, and he makes sure that you can hear him grunt and groan through the cloth of your soiled underwear until he finally cums all over you. Lets you cum later on only when the auction closes.

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kissesforsatoru · 9 months

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Hi! Can I ask for some headcanons of Mikey and Izana taking an interest in the sibling of one of their gang members? After all it's a peak sibling behaviour to be given away to their brother's crazy boss like some sacrificial lamb.

MIKEY, IZANA x READER (separate)

₊˚⌗ mikey and izana taking an interest in one of their gang member’s sibling.

⤷ cw : general yandere themes, potential kidnapping??? implied forced relationships (i kept it vague, so it’s up to personal preference, really)

notes : i said i would start getting requests and i know, i know, it’s been a few days since then, but look! i got this done for you guys :) it is definitely not my best work though, so keep that in mind

mikey : your older brother so happened to piss mikey off, you heard vaguely something about giving up critical intel to a rivaling gang without even realizing he was doing it, your idiot brother. since it wasn't intentional, mikey decided to take care of it himself by coming to your house to try and settle a deal with your brother.

you heard the commotion and listened through the door their conversation, and just when it was getting a little bit interesting, a little bit heated too, you pressed to hard against the door not knowing it wasn't closed all the way causing you to fall right into the floor in front of mikey and your brother.

"oh? who's this, huh?" mikey asks in a low tone, one bordering on amused as he looks away from you and at your brother, smirking. you only stare dumbfounded, still stiff on the floor from such an embarrassing give away to your eves dropping while your brothers eyes widen as he looks between you and mikey nervously.

"mikey, they don't have anything to do with this. they were just listening in cause they don't know how to mind their fucking business, alright? this is between you and me," your brother chokes out, sounding desperate. you scoff offendedly at the jab out you being nosey; who the hell wouldn't be nosy when their brother got his ass into some trouble with a gang leader?

your annoyance with your brother dissipates when mikey bends down in front of you, his hand coming to grab at your chin, moving your face from side to side as he looks at you.

"you're pretty, aren't you?" he whispers more to himself than anyone else in the room, but you still heard him, and you gulp in anticipation, lips parting afterwards to breath in more air because you feel suffocated under his gaze.

"you know, i can forget all about your little mess up if you let me have your sibling..." mikey suggests, an almost threatening tone laced within his words. you inhale sharply as your stomach whirls and your heartbeat races. your brother gives you a sympathetic look, and you know then that there's no way getting out of this.

izana : it was chance that he met you, the younger sibling to one of his lower ranked gang members. you weren't supposed to be at the docks, but you followed your brother one night who had foolishly led you straight into the prying, lustful eyes of other gang members of whom you had the misfortune to catch the eye of. the commotion caught izana's attention, and from that moment you'd trapped yourself in a corner to be stalked and analyzed by a predator waiting for the right moment to pounce.

you really were like a deer in headlights that night, stumbling shyly into the center of the docks for all to see. your brother stood staring wide eyed at you, hissing about why the fuck you were there and how you should be asleep at home, but izana was quick to shush him.

"why the hell are you getting mad when you were the insolent fuck who got followed, huh?" he grits, glaring at your brother, daring him to say another word. when your brother bites his tongue and looks away shamefully, izana turns to you with a softer expression on his face.

"it's dangerous for you to be around here at night, you know? do you even know what kind of place you walked yourself into?" he asks, a lilt of amusement in his voice as he watches you curl into yourself, your hands grasping at the hem of your shirt tightly.

"i just-" you start, a nervous wobble in your voice as you realize the kind of situation you've found yourself in, "my brother- i just wanted to know what my brother was up to. i didn't know it would be, uh, this..." you trail off, taking a small step back when izana starts to approach.

"yeah? well, you're awful dumb, huh? now look at you, you're practically shaking like a fucking leaf," he huffs a laugh, "don't worry, pretty angel, not a damn person here will hurt you. i'll make fucking sure of that," he whispers the last part to you as he stops right in front of you, staring at you with his wide, intense eyes.

#₊˚⌗ outgoing mail ! ✉️#💬 (1) new message from kolyas beloved anon(s) !#yandere #yandere thoughts #yandere imagines #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokrev #yandere x you #yandere tokrev x reader #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokyo rev x reader #yandere tokyo rev #yandere mikey x reader #yandere mikey #yandere manjiro sano #yandere manjiro sano x reader #yandere izana kurokawa x reader #yandere izana kurokawa #yandere izana x reader

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macsimagines · 6 months

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Insecure!Darling trying to leave Yandere!Mikey

Put this into a separate post because Mikey's was sooo BIG LMFAO

TW:YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, PHYSICAL ABUSE, EMOTIONAL NEGLECT, KIDNAPPING, ISOLATION, JUST REALLY FUCKED UP GUYS

Yandere!Manjiro Sano (AKA Mikey)

Does not care, and he doesn't even mean it in unkind way. It's just that he wants and loves you so how you feel doesn't really matter to him. You leaving isn't a scenario he will allow or even think is going to happen.

But the thing is he doesn't comfort you either. He doesn't tell you that it's ok, that you're good enough for him, or that he needs you because he really does.

"Mikey, I just don't think... maybe you could do better?" "That's stupid. Quit talkin' about it." He just shuts down the conversation and honestly forgets.

But he does love you. With all his black heart he honestly adores you, but this love is a very one-sided playing field. He wants your love but won't give it in return, the only time you receive affection is when you're giving it to him. Hugs and kisses and even words of devotion.

"I love you, Mikey." "I know, Y/N." And while he can't live without hearing you say it, he can live without ever saying it back.

So you try to go. As quietly as you can, you don't plan on saying anything to him honestly, because you know (or you think you do) he's not even going to bat an eyelash when he doesn't hear from you.

You write him a letter too, explaining how you know he doesn't really love or need you and that you're both better off like this, but explaining that you're always going to love and want him with all your heart...

Stupidly, you keep your distance. Trying to prepare yourself for the inevitable, and don't expect him when he shows up at your door (Or more accurately, when he kicks it in) one night while you're finishing packing.

You're too shocked to even process what's happening let alone ask him what he's doing, and he's honestly the same. Aghast to see you packing your things away... getting ready to leave him.

"...What are you doing?" is the only thing he can mutter, staring at you with this blank empty expression that scares you more than your kicked in door, "I-I... Mikey, please-!" "What. The. Fuck. ARE YOU DOING!?"

The funny thing is that you never thought Mikey was holding back in front of you. You've seen the way he fights before so you knew just how terrifying he could be, you just didn't know how petrifying it was to have it directed at you.

But he's shattering your windows, throwing your boxes and destroying their contents, wrecking furniture not even two regular people could lift, all while you cower in fear of him in a far off corner, ducking every time something comes flying at you.

Even when he's done with that rampage, he's not done being angry, his eyes are bloodshot with anger when he finally is looking at you, and you're crying so hard begging so much for him to have mercy- to please forgive you for offending him.

However, its too late for apologies. Even the attempt is a grave sin and Mikey will not excuse you just yet. He's grabbing a fist full of you hair and yanking you away from the wall like you're weightless throwing you across the floor and letting you body skid across all the debris and broken glass.

The sharp pain you feel is nothing compared to the fear though, because as soon as you stop on the ground he's on top of you, grabbing your hair again with one hand and your throat with the other.

"You said you loved me-" "I DO! I DO- Please- STOP-" "You said you needed me-" "M-Mike-y, ST-STOP, H-hurts-!" "You're not gonna leave me."

And with that, he dragging you out of the door and back to one of the safe houses he has. Muttering the whole time, "You're not gonna leave, you're not gonna leave me, I won't let you fucking leave me-"

You rot there for awhile, in a cold dark room, with no human interaction than when one of his men come in to give you food, or when he had brought some back alley doctor to patch you up.

Sometimes Mikey visits, but he just looks at you with an unreadable expression, maybe selfishly tells you that he misses your warmth and affection. You don't ever respond though, you feel like you might break if you do. Sometimes, he looks...sad? But he quickly covers it up with; "This is your own fault."

One day, he comes in looking a little worse than most days, almost panicked, then you see what he has clutched in his hands. Your letter? You honestly had forgotten what you even wrote in there...

"I...I went to your apartment. I was... I was going to get your stuff to-to make you feel a little better and I-...I found your letter, Y/N," he says, his voice sounding...choked? "I-uh- I didn't know that you... I wasn't trying to make you feel- I fu-fucked up-," and now he's crying. Like he was the one locked inside a hole and left to die.

He falls to his knees beside your mattress, and you flinch, because this is the first time he's been this close in what feels like months, and that reaction looks like it just about killed him.

"I-i did-didn't know- I- please- I love you," he whimpers, and for whatever reason his words make you sick. He never once said it to you before and now that he's finally giving you his heart in return it makes you want to rip your hair out of your head. You were good enough to love now that you were broken.

But his words don't stop, he doesn't stop, he actually embraces you in a hug ignoring the way your body seizes at his touch, how your skin burns when his tears hit it like he's crying acid.

Mikey could care less, just like before, he wouldn't pay attention to how his lack of love hurt you before or how all of it was hurting you now...

He spends that whole day crying into your chest, petting your matted hair, and promising to love you how you needed. "Your love saved me, my love can fix you," he had sworn like an idiot.

No your love had cursed you, it had damned you the moment you gave it to him, and his love had destroyed you, it was going to rip whatever was left of you apart...

But still...At least you loved each other.

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere manjiro sano #yandere mikey sano

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possessivedesires · 2 years

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Ownership part 1

Yanderes: harem/reverse harem (Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu, Baji, and Mitsuya)

Reader: Street reader, ex-gang member

Summary: you grew up in a gang that disbanded, but that spirit still lives in you. Especially the crave for racing, but when your brother gets into some shit with the wrong crew; you're trying your best to save him.

Warnings: toxic behavior, deals, gambling, underage drinking, guarded reader,

"Knock, knock." Your head turned, putting the tools down and wiping the grease from your cheek; smearing it. A smile gracing your lips at seeing the elder standing there, leaning against the door frame and holding out a bottle of water with the little piece of fruits. "Good morning Nine."

You chirped, hearing him hum as you took the bottle from his hand. His fingers tapped against the plastic, staring at you and your eyes scanned over him. You noticed that the posture means that he's been awake for a while. "Need something? I know you've been awake for a while."

"Like you." He countered back, mentioning to you working on your bike and you chuckled in return. You picked up the wrench; scooting forward on the bench you were sitting in to look closer at the engine. "What are you doing up so early Y/n? Didn't you sleep last night?"

"Heard anything from Rugged?" You asked in response, quickly changing the subject. Something that didn't register in Nine's brain, because your question suddenly reminded him of the problems that Rugged has been causing. "Oh, don't get me started on that man... He's gonna be put behind bars soon if he keeps all this up."

"You just know how he is Nine."

"A lunatic is what he is. And you still need to be getting to school; you know how I feel about you being late." Nine said with a pointed tone, you smiled back at him cheekily. But subjects like these were nonnegotiable with him. "I know, I know. Education is important, you don't want me to end like a disaster you're in now."

"Exactly- wait, hey!" You laughed loudly, Nine not able to argue with you when he heard the happy sound coming from you. You were his child, he always wanted to see you happy... Hating to see you fall to the life disaster that he's stuck in now, he only wants what's best for you. "Thanks for coming to get me Nine."

"How many times have I said to call me pops?" He called after you once you left the garage, watching you wave to him. You disappearing in your room. "Not happening Nine!"

Even if you get annoyed with me, I will not let you fall to the low like I have. I promised you when we separated and I still mean it. Even if it was years ago and you already forgot about the promise.

When you were little, your parents had abandoned you because they didn't have enough money to take care of a child. As much as a surprise it was, Nine's gang took you in; a gang that raised you with their rules. Eventually, the gang was disbanded with your uncles getting too old and no one wanted to carry on the gang.

Others thought that you would continue the gang on, but you refused. You didn't want to bring anyone in and you couldn't run a gang by yourself'; you just didn't trust anyone. You had seen too many of your uncles getting hurt by people betraying them, you didn't want the same to happen to you.

You're not family unless you can say that you trust them with your life. That was something you followed through. It was something you heard one of your uncles said while they were drunk, but it still sticks to you to this day. You trusted your uncles with your life, putting your life on the line if it means to calm them down. It scared the shit out of Nine when you did it to calm the tension in the room; not knowing of the lengths you would take.

"Y/N!" Your uncles screamed, worried about the way you held the wrist in your tight grip. The cold metal of the gun was pressed against your head, your eyes staring at your uncle who was crying. His hand tried to pull out of your hold, your fingers tightening and narrowing lightly. Nine snapped, "Everyone just needs to calm down the fuck down. Grit, put down the gun. Now."

You knew Grit wasn't in the same state of his mind at the moment, your grip tightening on his wrist. He flinched at your grip, not being able to look away from your eyes. Nine tried to assert the situation, "Grit. You're hurt. I know you are, but this isn't the way to do it. Put down the gun."

"I-I-"

"Grit. Listen to me. If you want to make someone pay, get that anger out of your system. Go ahead." You cut off Grit, watching his eyes widened at your words. No one else could believe what they were hearing from you, staring in shock. "Pull the trigger if it's so much. Go on, shoot me!"

"GRIT! Don't you fucking dare!" Nine exclaimed, trying to get up from where he was laid out on the ground. Blood running his face from the hit to the head, more tears slipping down Grit's cheeks. "Pl-please don't Y/n! Don't make me do this!!"

"Do it Grit! You're so angry, right? Wanna make everyone else suffer like you are?! Then go ahead and pull the trigger." His arm was shaking, finally giving out as his spirit crushed. The gun dropped to the floor with a clatter, breaking down at your feet with apologies.

"Stupid old man!" Your eyes blinked, turning your head to see the teenagers surrounding Fox's cart. Anger shot through your system like a flare, hand twisting and hearing your engine rev loudly. Some jumped back as you drifted in front of the cart; parking next to his stand. "Uncle, these idiots bothering you?"

"Idiots? Who ya callin an idiot?" One exclaimed at you, your eyes looking at them with a cold look. It always pissed you off how kids your age picks on your uncles, thinking they were better than the older generation. "Was I talking to you?"

You asked, giving them a look before feeling Fox tap your shoulder. Your head turned, looking over at him with a soft hum. An excited grin graced your lips, seeing the taiyaki in his hand. "My favorite uncle."

"And it's warm, just for you."

"Thanks un-"

"Stop ignoring us." The boy demanded, making you sigh in annoyance at being cut off; suddenly kicking the one in front of you. You watched him stumble back on the ground and heard the others cry out in surprise, "Boss!"

"Ah, you're from my school. Tell me, did you lose your stupid little fights in that idiotic fighting ring? That idiot who created it was a dumbass."

"You're talking about that dumbass." He said with annoyance, fist clenching and nodding to the side toward the guy standing next to him. "Do you know who we are? Who you're messing with?"

"A thorn in my side." You said with a bored tone, not caring for the boys standing in front of you and taking a bite of your taiyaki in your hand. He narrowed his eyes, looking over at the guy. "Get my bat."

"Awe, you want to get weapons out?" You asked, placing down the taiyaki on the cart. One of your hands slipped in the saddlebag on your motorcycle, fingers gripping on the edge of your monkey wrench. "Another to go uncle, I'll take care of this."

"Sure thing." Fox smiled, your hands clasping together with a bright smile at his answer; showing off the monkey wrench. Then your eyes looked over at the boys and your gaze turned cold. Fox sighed, shaking his head. "Poor fuckers."

"You should really be taught on how to respect your elders." Fox hummed at your words, ignoring what was happening in front of him. Some other store owners looked over to see what the commotion was, but then ultimately turned away. Why would they interfere with you? You were raised in Nine's gang and the gang protected the neighborhood; you were no different after the gang disbanded. You took it upon yourself to continue protecting the neighborhood.

So what if someone got their bones broken? They were hooligans that were trying to hurt them and destroy their business. While you didn't believe that the people you call your aunts and uncles deserve to be bullied by kids who just wanted to torment them for fun, not after they helped raised you.

"Thanks uncle." You said with a smile, collecting the taiyaki. He smiled at you, proud of you. A woman touched your shoulder, your head looking over curiously and she smiled with wiping your cheek with the cloth in her hand. "You got some blood on your cheek."

"Ah, must have been with the one that spat out his tooth... Thanks auntie." You smiled at her, leaning down to see them shaking on the ground. The monkey wrench pressed against his chest, your body leaning on the top of the wrench. "You can get up and leave this place, right? I didn't hurt you thaaat bad. And you won't be causing trouble in this neighborhood anymore; right?"

You stood up, turning your back on them as you collected the taiyaki from Fox, watching them run away like scared puppies. Fear and adrenaline making them temporarily forget about their injuries, their only instinct was to get far away as possible to save their pride.

"Goodbye uncle, auntie, I'll see you again." You waved goodbye to the two standing there; feeling proud that you were able to protect the people who you looked up to once again. Carefully, you drove out of the small neighborhood- being extra careful about your elders walking around.

"Give it back!" You snapped at Hiro, watching your brother give you a cocky smirk back. He tossed the ratchet to his other hand, making you stumble into the tool bench from the failed stumble. "Or what? Gonna kick my ass bro/sis?"

"It's looking very promising." You huffed, annoyed and brushing a hand through your hair before looking back at him. He grinned, leaning down to your height- making you curse out his 6'2 form. Hiro was so cocky that he got a growth spurt. "Ooh~ So, very scary."

Hiro mocked, pressing a finger against your forehead and pushing your head back. Your eye twitched, kicking his shin and watching him hop around with cradling his shin up; cursing out. The ratchet clattered to the ground and you huffed, picking it up while looking back at him. "Are we done now?"

You hid your smile between his curses, watching him continue to hop around.

Hiro... You missed him. He's Nine's son, but he had moved out somewhere months ago. It was a nasty argument between the two; one that you had to separate them before they did something they would regret later. Even if you had gotten in the cross fire and taken a hit that shouldn't have been thrown in the first place. You told Hiro to cool down, not expecting that he would be coming back the next morning to get his stuff.

You've felt guilty ever since that day... Sometimes they had gotten along, but most of the time they were always fighting and you were always the one cleaning up their messes. Trying to get them to make up and be a family again.

"Hey, hey! You playing or what?" You blinked, looking up at the card dealer that was snapping in front of your face. The music was playing on the speakers, the casino lit up and your eyes looked down at the cards in your hands. "Uh, fold."

You placed down the cards on the table and the dealer rolled his eyes, moving over to one sitting next to you. Ever since Hiro has disappeared from your life, you moved onto a dark hobby to get some information on his whereabouts. You were worried about him and new people would be gossiping about anything they could, if anyone would slip about him it would be a place where liquor makes the most decision.

The corner of your card tapped against the cloth on the table, eyes staring forward. You were focusing quickly between each conversation, trying to hear about anything that you would give you a clue on where your brother was. "Vito, once again."

You knew Vito was cheating, but you also didn't really care because you weren't here for the money. So what if you lost a couple grand? You could make it up in what you truly loved to do; racing.

"What are you doing here?" Hiro asked you, annoyed with seeing you knocking at his door. His hair was a mess, shirt on backwards, and sweat pants on. You crossed your arms, wiggling your fingers and showing the bag you were carrying. "So? What's that?"

"Food dumbass, you don't know how to cook without burning shit. You'd starve." He rolled his eyes at my statement, but didn't argue and take the bag from your hand. Hiro peeked inside, seeing some instant and quick meals to cook. "And this is for now. Got some time for your bro/sis to come in?"

You asked sarcastically with lifting a bag of take out. He looked back at you. "Whatever, I'm not stopping you."

"I'm done wasting my time with you, leave my table." The dealer said, breaking you from your thoughts. You looked at him annoyed and he mentioned for you to leave; taking your deck of cards from in front of you. "You keep zoning out, come back to play when you're actually going to pay attention."

"Whatever." You mumbled, standing up from the table and noticed the way that Vito was watching you. Your eyes narrowed, not in the mood tonight to deal with anyone. This night was a bust, you haven't been able to stay focused enough to hear anyone talking about your brother.

"Tell me, are you alone?" A flirtatious voice asked, hand on your shoulder. You froze, feeling your heart began to rise in your throat. A nervous fear settled in the back of your chest; making it feel like your chest was tight.

“You don’t believe I would do something like that, would you?” The woman asked, fake nails trailing over your uncle’s cheek lightly as her bright lips pressed against his neck. Her body pressed against his body, giving you a dark look out of the corner of her eye. “The little one’s lying. I would never hurt them, you believe me don’t you?”

She asked, pouting her lips and you only watched as your uncle nodded in agreement with her. The woman grinned, knowing she won once again after tormenting you. It made you realize that women would get anything they wanted. It only took them pouting their lips and spreading their legs, you grew a fear of those type of women because of those in your childhood.

Your head turned lightly, seeing bright red nails and your gaze followed to the other of the voice. Straightened blonde hair, bright red lipstick, and sparkling green eyes. The woman was in a skin tight red dress, slit up the thigh. "Well?"

"Here alone and not looking for company." You shrugged off the woman's hand, rolling your eyes as you grabbed another drink from the counter. The woman followed you, leaning against the counter. "Aw c'mon, don't play hard to get. Let me buy this drink for you."

"Let me guess, daddy never said no to you- has he princess?" She was taken off guard by your sudden words, your body spinning around to face as you sipping on your drink. The warmth slid down your throat, warming your stomach as you glared at her. "Did he just give you his credit card to shut up your parrot voice? Or maybe it was the money that he thought would replace all your worries so now you're just a clingy whore. Who doesn't like the fact that some stranger told them no, that they want to receive a stranger's affection, attention, validation."

"You- you-"

"Look somewhere else princess, I'm not doing that bullshit." You finished your drink, nodding the bartender and placing the money on the counter before glancing at the stunned woman. "Good night."

The night was cold, nipping at your skin and making your throat burn slightly. Cold air meeting the warmth of the alcohol. Your hand grabbed onto your motorcycle; annoyed that you didn't get any information.

"You've just been staring at your motor." Nine said, making you jump and drop the screwdriver from your hand. He was right, you had been just staring at the engine without a plan in your head. "Oh yea... Just... thinking..."

"About what?"

“Hiro.”

"Hiro? That idiot shouldn't have left us behind! It's his decision to run like a little coward." He scoffed, turning his head away. Hiro has always been a tough subject in the house, but you were more worried now... Every time before when you had stopped by, he always let you in. But no he never did or he wasn't home. Hiro's never been like that before... You could only fear the worst. "It's a decision that neither of us agrees on Nine!"

"Bleh."

"Don't 'bleh' me, I know you're worried about him too! He's your son."

"Bleh!" He waved you off, making you sigh. Whenever it comes to Hiro, Nine always shuts down the topic. You sighed, hand rubbing the back of your neck as you tried to think of an idea to make Nine to talk about this with you. But nothing ever works on this stubborn man.

Your hand reached over, turning up the music as you pushed your feet against the wall. Your stool sliding across the garage, stopping at your tool bench to get what you need; hand moving through the tools. That was the end of the conversation.

Music caught your attention, hand squeezing your brake as you looked to the area where a bunch of motorcycles were parked. The group was enjoying the music that another was blasting on the speakers, a couple of girls were hanging on a few of the guys.

"Yo! There a reason you staring at us like some creep? We gonna have a problem?" You raised an eyebrow under your helmet at one of the guys yelling at you, turning the throttle to move over to the gang sitting there. Their eyes watched you approach them, hand taking off your helmet when you stopped. E/c eyes glaring at the guy who called you out. "Well, well, look at fancy over here. Going to some lavish party?"

The mocked you. You were in a silk shirt, glitter on the sleeves that looked like stars and the middle of the shirt almost looking like a corset. The edge of your shirt was tucked into the leather shorts/pants you were wearing. "Look, I ain't asking again. Gonna think you want to start some shit if you don't explain yourself."

"Anyone got information?" You asked, wondering if you were going to waste time you were here. They were confused at hearing that, looking between each other and you sighed before leaning forward on your motorcycle. Pulling out a folded wad of cash from your pocket; watching their eyes eagerly light up.

Typical. You thought with a scoff and the one who was talking to you moved toward you. His hand reached out for the money. You moved your hand back with an annoyed sound. "Don't think about it. None of you have earned this."

"What do you want?"

"Let's race. You win, you get the money."

"And let's just say by some miracle you win, what do you want?"

"I thought I made that obvious... Information dumbass, unless you won't knowing anything it'll be wasting my time." He narrowed his eyes at you, sighing in annoyance. "Fine. Luke has the best intel around."

"You better hope so." You mumbled, tossing the wad of cash to one of the others sitting against his bike. He fumbled with the money, looking at the guy in front of you. "Let's get started shall we? We got better things to do."

"Indeed." You looked back at the guy standing in front of your motorcycle. He leaned down, narrowing his eyes at you. "You better make this race worth my time or I'll kill you when I win."

"Don't cry when you lose." You turned the handle bar sharply, watching him stumble and you smirked while putting on the helmet. He made his way to his bike, your body lowering down to the handles while making your way to the white painted line. "You two ready?"

One of the girls asked, holding up a rag. You lifted your head, annoyed with her question and tightening your fingers around your handle. Hearing their laughter in your head, making you lower your head to stare at your hands. "You know the course?"

"Just get on with it." You called out, not wanting to stay here longer than you need to, wanting to start the race. Your eyes flicked up, watching the rag get thrown to the ground and you twisted your handle bar. The guy exclaimed as you popped a wheelie, taking off. "What are you? Some fucking show pony?!"

"Mad 'cause you can't?" You called back, dropped the motorcycle as you sat up. Your head turned back as you flicked up the glass on your helmet. "Do you like watching me? Well, you can watch me from behind bitch!"

He grew angry at your cheeky smile, flicking the glass back down as you drifted the corner. The guy taking it sharper than he intended and almost fell. Loud, angry honks sounded after the racers; drivers annoyed with the motorcycles weaving through the traffic. He growled to himself, speeding up to catch up to you. You silently grave him credit, he may be an asshole but he knew what he was doing.

Your eyes widened, seeing someone open their door sharply and your hand clutched the brake. They glared at you, annoyed with people your age and how disrespectful they are- trying to hit you while you were racing. It pissed you off.

Your opponent raced on the other side of the car, getting ahead and you slammed the door shut. There was a pained yell that you ignored, along with the curses and venomous words spit your way as the driver was cradling his wound. You didn't them a second chance.

Bingo.

You saw your shortcut to catch up with your opponent. A small squeal came from the back wheel as you raced off, driving through the hole in the side of the highway. Angling your bike to make sure to take the least amount of damage when landing on the road below. "WHAT THE HELL?! THAT WAS CHEATING!"

Your opponent screamed at you as you flicked him off. "SHORTCUTS AREN’T CHEATING DUMBASS! IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT YOU'RE TOO CHICKEN SHIT TO ACTUALLY DO IT!"

You screamed back at him. Your shortcut saved you the long curve all the way down from the upper high, the same one that he just gone down drifting. His blood pressure rose in anger at seeing you shooting ahead of him, pissed that you were winning. "Dude dude dude!"

His buddy exclaimed to him, driving next to him and he looked over with an annoyed look. "Toman's here! Go go go go go! They'll kill us if they find out we're on their turf again, we need to leave!"

"Anyone ask, I won. Got it?" He snapped, his buddy nodding before holding up the wad of cash from his pocket. "We still got the money anyways."

He smirked, drifting a u turn and leaving with his buddy. You looked up confused, looking back to check why the engine was sounding fainter. Why is he leaving? Wait, they're not that stupid to race on another's turf, right?

If a gang gets caught hosting competitive races on another gang's turf, then that gang can do whatever they want to the racers. It coulg reign from taking their pride, bike, or even their life. It all depends on the gang...

Your eyes turned back, turning the corner and eyes widened at the line of bikes just parked in the middle of the road. Panic shot through your system, twisting the handlebar sharply to swerve out of the way and hitting a parked car. Your body rolled over the hood and roof; crashing harshly onto the asphalt on the other side. Pain scraping up your body, hissing at the busted skin and burning pain. "Ouch..."

You growled, pushing your body to sit up and feeling your muscles shake under your weight. Oh, everything hurt... One of your hands reached back, ripping off your helmet and vision was fuzzy as you blinked. Helmet clattering to the ground with a loud sound, your world spinning. "Hey, you oka-"

The person asking you was suddenly caught off guard by the helmet hitting in his face. Someone was trying not to laugh as they watched the blonde get hit, another freaking out and exclaiming, "Draken!"

Adrenaline had kicked in, making the throbbing pain seem nonexistent. The others watched you stood up, back of your hand wiping the blood from your busted lip. Anger made your e/c burn as you exclaimed to the gang standing there, "What the fuck are you problems? Who the hell just parks in the middle of the road?"

"Ooo feisty there, especially for someone who just got caught racing on another's turf." The one with long black hair smirked at you, cracking his knuckles and neck. His words struck a cord in your head, eyes widened slightly. You have got to be kidding me...

You thought yourself, gulping lightly. The helmet you had thrown at Draken lightly hit your foot from rolling all the way back. You leaned down, grabbing it and watching the black hair male grabbed the other side of the helmet. Your eyes shot up to meet his grin and he yanked you closer to him. It was to land a punch, but you beat him to it and kicked his kneecap in.

Using him to push yourself up and twisting your body, foot kicking him in the side of his head. He stumbled back, hand recoiling from your helmet. You quickly took some steps back, trying to get some distance. The peach hair guy cheered in excitement, charging toward you. Shit, shit, shit, shit. Think of a way out of this... SHIT!

Your eyes went wide, barely dodging and feeling the wind brush past your cheek. The black hair male grinned at you; knee connecting with your rubs as he grabbed the back of your neck to keep you from squirming. You coughed; feeling the pain increase with each slam of his knee and blood dripping from your lips. A voice ordered, "Baji!"

"What?" Baji snapped, turning his head back and letting go of your neck. Your body swayed lightly, staring at the blood splattered on the asphalt. Small pools of crimson shimmering in the streetlight. E/c eyes hazily looked up, focusing on Baji before moving to look over at the barricade of motorcycles in the road. Bingo.

You crouched down, grabbing your helmet and swinging it. Baji stumbled from the sudden pain in the back of his head, your foot kicking the back of his knee and watching him tumble off balance. He hit the ground fully when you jumped on his back, using him like a launching pad for your bike.

You threw your helmet at the silver hair making his way toward you, hand grabbing the one with peach color hair by his wrist. He looked at you surprised, but still with that smile. Your body dropped back, feet hitting his stomach and pulling him over you to slam against the ground harshly. He coughed, the wind getting knocked out of him.

"Where are you running to?" Draken called you, honestly curious because of how much you're fighting them. The other two blondes were watching you, one impressed and the other terrified/worried. "I'm leaving."

You called back, flicking off Draken and picking your bike up. Baji growled, "Like hell you are."

You twisted your motorcycle around, hitting him and smirking to yourself as you watched him hit a parked car. The alarm going off and you popped a wheelie, using a parked car like a ramp to get past the barricade of cars. Once you were safe, you looked back toward the gang with tapping the side of your with two of your fingers. Leaving them without wasting another thought.

"I'm going to kill them!" Baji yelled, his heart racing in excitement and grin wide on his face. Screaming out empty threats in frustration of watching you leaving. Takemichi took a shaky intake of breath. "They were scary... I can't believe they would hit you with their helmet Draken and Mitsuya!"

Draken laughed, picking up the lightly spinning helmet. Looking at his reflection in his helmet, chuckling to himself. "Whatcha thinking about over there Mikey? You're awfully quiet."

"Me? How to punish them. I've got the perfect idea to destroy their pride. Mitsuya, I need you to make something." Takemichi gulped and spoke up, "I-I recognize them from school... They're the ones who got into a fight with Kiyomasa."

"Late! Late! Late! Late!"

"Shhhh! Before I fry you for dinner. I have new seasoning to try." You panicked whispered, trying to the shush the squawking parrot snitching on you. Your eyes widened the the kitchen light suddenly flicked on, making you freeze on the spot. Hands on the cage, trying to bribe the bird with a treat for silence. All of your efforts to sneak in quietly... the careful closing of the door, the tip toeing, doing everything slower than a snail- just to still get busted. "He's not wrong Y/n, you're late."

"H-heeeey Nine." You laughed awkwardly. He raised an eyebrow at your reaction, crossing his arms. "What happened?"

"I... ran into some trouble." Literally. You thought, remembering flipping off your bike. He sighed at your words, decoding them. "You were in a fight."

"Yea..." You sighed, grabbing the frozen vegetables from the counter and putting them against your ribs. He shook his head, fingers tightening in his jacket and thinking to himself. You knew you were in trouble at his silence... "Let me see the damage."

"Oh- uh- it's not bad! Just a tinyyyyyy bruise. NO need to look at something so simple."

"The deflecting means that it worrisome level. I would know." Nine narrowed his eyes at you, making you gulp lightly. There wasn't much you could against that... He was right actually. But that means that he would be worried about you and that was something you didn't want. You know he had things about and your troubles are yours only. Why would you share the burden?

"Actually... I'm just really tired, maybe I should just go to bed instead. I'll wake up feeling much better-"

"Y/n, we have to check that out. Make sure especially that you don't have a concussion. You're talking well and responding quickly- even if it's too quick... So, do you have any blurry vision or even seeing doubles?"

"No, Nine, I'm really fine." You responded with a small sigh, putting a hand on his arm. He looked up at you and sighed in response, shaking his head. "I'm really worried about you."

"I know, but I really just need some sleep. If you're still worried about it in the morning, then I'll let you look before I leave for school." That seem to satisfy him, nodding in agreement. Especially since you mentioned school. Nine has always believed education is important, especially since he doesn't want you to end up like the gang. Barely going through the days. "Yea, school is important."

You bid goodnight, retreating back into your bedroom and shutting the door. The purple, black, and green were displayed across your skin, hand gripping the edge of your shirt as you took it off. Your eyes could only stare at the nasty color across your s/c.

Tears sprung to your eyes when you struggled to put on the night shirt, fingers lightly brushing over it. Well, at least now you knew it was swollen. Nothing feels broken, which is a relief. But fuck... Did that idiot's kicks hurt.

Looks like tonight you're not laying down to sleep. A pillow was placed against the wall, your body sitting back comfortingly. The chilled vegetables pressed against your side, hand grabbing the free pillow to press against your chest as you coughed. Back of your hand wiping the bloodied drool from your lips; sighing.

The next time you opened your eyes, patches of sunlight was shining on the wooden floor and filling the room with bright tone. Your window was open, wind giving a gentle breeze and lightly moving the curtains. As you got of bed, you took 10 deep breathes to help clear anything in your lungs that settled while you were sleeping.

Your palm rubbed your eyes tiredly, getting dressed in your school uniform. You winced when you stretched your side, feeling the pain shoot up. The door shut behind you quietly, trying not to alert Nine that you were awake so he wouldn't actually check your side.

Wait...

It's quiet. Especially for being this late in the morning... You made your way into the kitchen, seeing the paper trying to move with the wind coming through the open windows but the water bottle kept it from flying away.

Y/n,

I know I won't be here by the time you wake, but you better be up so you're not for school. I'll call you when I know you should be up. There's some medicine besides the note if you're hurting. Yesterday, I found some information on where Hiro's staying, so I'm going to see him. Hopefully... I'll be back with him soon.

You knew that he was worried about his son! This note confirms it. That felt like a win to you. Your eyes looked over at the medicine, feeling your muscles aching and body felt sore. You honestly felt like you wanted to sleep for the rest of the day... The heating pad was put on your back as you sighed; relaxing back while closing your eyes.

"Good morning Nine." You answered the phone, still lounging on the couch. Your phone was pressed against your ear, heating pad on your back as your head was leaning back, eyes still closed while you still felt exhausted. "Good, I was worried you wouldn't have been awake for school. Since someone snuck in late."

"Yea, yea, I'm up."

"How long have you've been awake?"

"About... 10 minutes? Maybe 5?" You yawned, pulling the phone away so he didn't hear you. The small tear slipping down your bruised cheek after you got done yawning. "Look... Y/n, I noticed you haven't been sleeping well recently."

"I'm fine Nine, did you find him?"

"Yea, but no... Hiro's in trouble." Your heart seem to drop in your stomach, eyes opening. The sunlit ceiling greeted you, eyes noticing the cracks from the years. Slowly, you sat up straight and let the heat retreat from your back. "Excuse me?"

"I know what you're thinking Y/n... But I don't want you to come out here. Not yet at least, you still need to get to school." You couldn't believe what you were hearing, tightening your fingers around your phone. "You think school is more important than my brother?!"

You exclaimed, wincing in pain from your yelling and dropping your phone. Hand fisting in your uniform shirt, squeezing your eyes closed and breathing heavy at the burning pain settling. Some more tears slipped down your side, but all you could hear was Nine's fuzzy voice. "Y/n? Y/n?! What the hell is going on over there?! What was that sound? Are you okay?!"

"Y-yea... Just dropped my phone." You mumbled, blindly reaching out to hang up the call. Not having the energy to properly say goodbye, your body slumping over and flinching when you hit the floor. There was a small shake to your body, letting more tears fall freely since no one was around to see your weakness to the pain that was increasing with every breath you took. Making it felt like a knife was slowly dragging on the inside of your lungs.

But what hurt the most was the fact you had to get up. You didn't want Nine to come back home to see you collapsed in the middle of the floor... Not especially now that he's worried about his son. You knew where his focus should be, even if you were on the verge of your next breakdown.

We really took a beating, huh? You thought to yourself as you looked at your bike parked in the garage, one of your hands patting the seat. Now in the sunlight, you could see all the damages and now you wondered how you got home on this thing... "Looks like I'm walking, I need to get some breakfast on the way."

You mumbled to yourself, grabbing your bag from the exit of the garage. Hand patting where your money usually is before pausing. Memories of last night flooded you, fingers tightening on the strap of your bag. That motherfucker... That son of a bitch took my money!

You could blow money in gambling, only because you knew when to stop. But racing? You put a lot on the line of racing and take that very seriously; that's your source of major income. And for them to run off with your cash like little bitches, just pisses you off. The annoyance and anger made your blood boil, causing a pounding headache to start.

A sigh came from you, pushing on sunglasses when you stepped out. Trying to block out some of the sunlight, trying to keep the headache from getting worse. It completely slipped your mind that you had to walk through the neighborhood with all your friends and uncles; now you were definitely screwed because you knew that they were nosy and would report back to my uncle. "No bike today, eh?"

"Hey uncle Ratchet, I'm gonna need some spare parts. Drop them off at the house whenever you're free?" You asked, not wanting to ignore Fox, but knew you couldn't answer him. Fox was smarter than other people give him credit for; just say the words wrong and he knows exactly what's going on. "What for? What happened to your bike?"

"I just got into a small accident... I need all the parts that available?" Your uncle narrowed their eyes at you, making you sigh softly. Quietly, you bid goodbye and left them to continue walking. Fox narrowed his eyes, watching the way you were biting your nails and remembering the way you were talking. "Fox? What do you think?"

"They got into an accident, they're hurt and dealing with something alone." He concluded from everything he saw and Ratchet nodded. "Let's go tell Nine."

"Heeeeey, well if it isn't our little runaway. We were just on the way to pick you up." You froze as the arm was thrown around your shoulder, chill running up your spine. Slowly, you turned your head just enough to see Baji standing there with a large grin on his face.

You have got to be kidding me... There's no way that I can fight them like this... You thought to yourself, hearing someone else walking up to the two of you. "Baji, don't scare them. Mikey says he want us to bring them there and we don't need them running off again."

"Oh, don't worry Chifuyu. They'll get to him, even if I have to drag them by their hair."

"Why... Why are you...?" You winced, feeling his arm tighten around your neck as he gave you a sharp look. "I wasn't joking 'bout that. What will it be bitch?"

He smirked as he watched you lower your head, making him laugh loudly. "Looks like they can listen Chifuyu! Who would have thought?"

“There you are.” Mikey spoke, looking up at seeing you walk in. He sat up straighter from where he was sitting, haven waited for you excitedly since Baji left. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he missed seeing that fire in your eyes. He chuckled at seeing your eyes looking around, trying to think of some stupid little escape plan. No… There’s no escaping them. Mikey wouldn’t allow it. “Don’t even bother, unless you want to be severely hurt then I would listen.”

“Look, I didn’t even know it was your turf. I was just raiding for money and info…” You mumbled the last part, Mikey staring at you closely. Taking in ever little detail about you, imagining you in every little fantasy of his. “I’ve thought of your punishment. You’re gonna help us take down the ones that’s racin on our turf.”

“Wh-what?” Mikey fought back his grin at seeing your guard drop from the shock. There was that sadistic pleasure spreading through his veins at seeing you easily believe him. That some part of you was that naive. Oh, he wanted to corrupt that little part of you. He grinned, leaning forward on his hand; getting deeper into your thoughts. “You still owe one a race; right? Since they left you halfway. So they won’t be suspicious when you show back up. All you have to do is bait them where we’ll be waiting and we’ll take care of the rest.”

“And then… I’ll be off the hook?” You asked, Mikey trying his hardest not to give away his excitement. You dumb little thing, he couldn’t wait to train you in. And he was going to have so much fun breaking you in to their perfect pet. “Of course.”

You didn’t think about the slight voice drop, you didn’t see the soft smirk on Mikey’s face, and you definitely didn’t see the victorious looks that the other boys shared to each other in the room. This was agreement to them, without realizing it you sealed your fate to them. There was no way that you were ever leaving. None of them wanted to get rid of that bubbly excited feeling that you gave them; they grown addicted to it.

“So… When do you want to set up the race?” The quicker you could get this over with, the better. Mikey’s eye twitched lightly, annoyed with your question because he knew what you were thinking of before giving a small breath. “Not so fast, they’ll get suspicious if you immediately challenge them. Gotta let them believe they’re safe for now.”

“Then what do you want until then?” Your guard shot back up. Mitsuya pulled the piece from his pocket, Draken crossing his arms as he stared at you closely. Mikey grinned, leaning against his hand as he said oh so innocently, “You’ll be our lapdog.”

That was a trigger word for three people to move. Mitsuya with the collar, Baji to hold your right arm, and Chifuyu to hold your left. Your head turned, trying to punch Mitsuya when you saw him with the collar and feeling Baji grabbing your wrist to pull back. Chifuyu grabbed the other before you could swing, body twisting while you tried to get out of their grasp. “L-let go! I’m not going to be anyone’s lapdog!”

You yelled out, Baji kicked the back of your knees and your body feel forward. Your arms were being held at awkward angles as Chifuyu put the collar around your neck before you could hear the snap of the padlock shutting close. Mikey grinned when he saw you seething, watching him get up from the box he was sitting on and made his way over to you.

His hand grasped at your chin, lifting your head up sharply and kicking your lips at the fierce look in your eye. He leaned down and whispered in your ear, “You’ll behave, won’t you mutt?”

“Bite me.” You whispered back to him, surprised at seeing that smile on Mikey’s face when he leaned back. As if he didn’t almost threaten you… You couldn’t believe what was happening, no this had to be some crazy dream. That’s what you were trying to tell yourself. Mikey looked over at the two holding you. "You can let them go now. They're not going to run away, right?:

Mikey asked you with a tone that made your stomach curl. Onyx eyes were staring at you intensely, feeling the grips leave your arms and you began to look between the guys. Some part of your brain beginning to go through all the possibilities, trying to find that exit. You really shouldn’t have made the decision for me.

You thought to yourself, Mikey not having time to react to your smirk before you were suddenly dashing under Baji’s arm while taking off for the back door. At first you were going to go out the front; but the front was open space and you needed places you could hide quickly with your ribs. Especially since you’re not supposed to be running this soon with that kind of injury.

“First one to catch them can keep them for the day.” Dread settled your stomach in knots at hearing that, slamming the door behind you and crying out the pain seem to stab you in the ribs. One of your hands pushed over the shelf, letting it crash behind the door and giving you at least a good enough time to hide and figure out what the next step should be.

At Mikey’s words, the chase was on for everyone. No one could deny the hunt, especially when the prize was too good to resist. When Chifuyu was about to run after you in excitement, Mikey only raised his hand. “Give them a moment, it won’t be so fun if they were immediately caught.”

But that changed when they heard the crash from the other side. Draken was the first to move, trying to open the door and getting the resistance immediately. The blonde panicked lightly; fearing that something was wrong and that you were hurt. He didn’t know what would do if you were hurt, the thought worried him.

Baji and Mikey began to help Draken with the door, the shelf stuck on the uneven concrete. You silently thanked the universe for the help as you crawled into a bottom crate on the ground, the others stacked on top as you held your head. The pulsing of your heart seemed to make your head hurt, hands gripping at your arms. Everything ragged breath you took seemed to feel like glass was digging further in your lungs. This pain made you feel… exhausted.

“Just wait till we get in there bitch!” Baji yelled, anger beginning to boil at the fact that he couldn’t get the door open. After multiple kicks and attacks, the door was open enough for one to slip through and move the shelf out of the the way. Your body jumped at the loud noise in the crate you were hiding, hand covering your mouth to try to silence your heavy breathing as you could hear them walking around this part of the warehouse you were in.

“They didn’t leave.” Mitsuya called out, seeing the back door still locked. You perked at hearing that, hand holding your face in disappointment. Why didn’t you leave out the door when you had the chance…?

Suddenly, your heart jumped in your throat at hearing the footsteps making their way over to where you were hiding. Your body tried to press against the crate without letting out any noises; terrified that you were going to screw something up- that you were going to get caught.

“Mikey, we need to go.” Draken called out, disappointed that he couldn’t hunt for you anymore. Mikey tore his eyes from the pile of wooden crates, looking back at his friend with an equally annoyed look. The two didn’t want to lose the chance of catching you and spending the day with you, but they needed to get rid of the annoyance they met this morning.

The moment they were walking away, was the moment you realized you had splinters digging into your skin. Your body slumped, relieved and staring up at the ceiling of this box. Weirdly enough, being in this little crate and seeing the walls around you… it brought you some comfort. Letting you think that no one could hurt you in this box, that this was your safe cube.

Frustrated and defeated tears pooled of your eyes, some part of you wanted to curl up and just go to sleep. What’s worse is that you had no idea how long you are there, just sitting in the box in that cramped position- it was long enough that you legs were asleep. The only company you had were your thoughts, which isn’t the best company.

Some part of your brain tried to make you think that this was some kind of bad dream. That once you go to sleep, you’ll wake up in your bed with Nine making breakfast and having something that’ll help with your ribs. But your common sense and the feel of the collar told you that this was real.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

You panicked at the notification, quickly grabbing at your clothes to find your phone. Blood running cold at hearing the sound, knowing your hiding spot was ruined. But it felt like your heart stopped at seeing what the alert was for. Nine’s location, but not that’s not what scared you. What scared you was the speed he was going at. He’s racing… He’s racing… WHO let him race?! He doesn’t know the first thing about it!

Slowly, you climbed out of the box and looking around the area. The back of your neck seemed to tingled with the feeling of being watched; looking back and suddenly giving out a small shriek. Baji was crouching on the crates, grinning at you. No…

You scooted back when he jumped off of the crates; landing in front of you. Pain flared up your side as you moved quickly; trying to force yourself to keep moving. Everything was wanting stop, your body was trying to shut itself down from the pain- the numbness spreading throughout your body.

But you couldn’t stop. No matter what. You had to get to Nine, no matter what. You had to make sure that your father figure was okay.

But… why… why is this here?! Your eyes widened as you noticed the hand made charm laying on the ground. One of your hands lightly reached out toward the charm, seeing silver out of the corner of your eye and ducked down. Mitsuya stumbled over his feet, looking back toward you.

I have to get to Nine. You thought, feeling the fire in your side flare up as you staggered to your feet. Adrenaline began to pulse through your veins, overpowering the numbness. Your hand lowered from your side, an action not unnoticed by Mitsuya. Are they hurt?

He thought, panicked. But you weren’t focusing on them fully, only heightened to them there was movement. Instead you noticed the bike besides the door, making your eyes light up. Perfect!

“SHIT! My bike!” Mitsuya suddenly yelled out as you were on his bike, spinning around to glare at them. Baji cracked his knuckles, giving you an unhinged grin. He couldn’t wait to get a hold of you.

This was the obsession of you. They wanted you in their arms, under them, in their grasp, in their clutches, under their thumb. Baji was the first to understand this dark, twisted feeling sinking his chest as they watched you take off. Mitsuya called Draken to explain what happened while picking up the charm from the floor.

You stilled on a small bridge, the running stream under the bridge was the only sound in this empty place. The bike stilled as your foot touched the ground, pulling out your phone to stare at the icon and feeling your blood seeming to freeze at seeing his still icon. Please let him be okay… I can’t lose him. I can’t. Especially not like this.

The thought losing Nine to anything involving high speed, it terrified you. If you ever lost Nine to a reason like that… You don’t know if could ever touched another motorcycle.

Your head shook quickly, trying to get rid of the thoughts and tucking the phone back in your pocket. The back tired squealed as twisted the handle; taking off where you saw the dot stopped at. For once in your life; crossing the town seemed to take forever.

Here? They come… here? Mikey thought, half annoyed and half excited. He was annoyed only because he was in the middle of dealing with annoyance; the same annoyance that you were currently parked in front of. The same annoyance that held your attention as you checked on him; looking at him with worry that Mikey believed should only belong to them.

Nine was holding his side, sitting on the asphalt. You were just relieved at seeing him alive; but Mikey wasn’t so sure that he was going to keep him alive after seeing your little stunt. “What are you doing here?”

“Nine? You okay?” You asked, knowing that they would be pissed after you ignored them. But they weren’t your top priority, Nine was. He nodded; wincing as he moved. “Nine…”

You felt guilty; wishing that you could have protected him from being beat up. You’ve always felt guilty when one of your family gets hurt, just because you’re so protective. So when the anger shot through your veins like an fire poker, you immediately reeved the engine to silently challenge them. “A mutt doesn’t fight with their owners.”

He tapped his neck; silently reminding you of exactly who you belong to. Your fingers brushed against your collar, feeling annoyed with it and ignored the warning to spare a glance to Nine. “Get on.”

They’re… Ignoring me. Mikey thought, anger boiling under his skin. The jealousy spiked up, wondering who Nine was for you to ignore your owners. No one should be more important than them. “You okay?”

You whispered to Nine as he climbed on, worried about his side that he was caring for. He nodded and you gave one last look to the two, turning the bike to race off. Nine holding onto you, feeling like he was gonna die.

“Wait Mikey.” Draken placed a hand on the fuming blonde. Mikey spared a glance to his friend and Draken gave him a nod. “I have an idea.”

“Here. Take this, it’ll help you not get sick.” You said while holding out the small pills for your father figure. His hand was shaking as he took the pills; his poor bottle in was a death grip. “Y/n…”

“Hmm?”

“How… How in the hell are you able to do that all the time! It’s- it’s like torture!” You covered your smile, trying not to laugh and he gave you a look. Nothing was funny to him, so why were you laughing. He didn’t ask anything funny either! “Next time Nine… Don’t race, okay? You’re not accustomed to it.”

You knew of his heart problems; knowing that something wrong could happen if he pulled a stunt like this. Nine knew why you were saying this and usually he would argue with; saying that his heart is fine. But after tonight… he only nodded in agreement. “What happened Nine? Why were you even there?”

“That guy… Mikey, they called him Mikey.” You listened, nodding as you were began to cook something quick between the two of you. Nine put his hands together, releasing a shuddering breath. “They did something to Hiro.”

So… That really was my charm… You thought, your hands pausing from slicing the pork before shaking your head to get back on task. “His name kept popping up, so I went to talk to him because he was the last seen with Hiro. But they didn’t like me bringing up Hiro.”

I don’t think they liked you poking in their territory… You thought, remembering they were taking about the warehouse. The pest from the morning, Nine. Nine looked down at the fried pork rice bowl that was placed in front of him, you sat across from him and tapped your chopsticks lightly against the table before eating. “We’ll talk more tomorrow, let’s eat and go to bed. It’s been a long day.”

Nine nodded, not having enough energy to argue. He finished first, bidding you goodnight while leaving. You stared at your food, hand reaching up to rub at your collar before standing up with the half eaten bowl. The drawers opened, looking and trying to find what you needed.

“Seems like someone can’t be alone.” You froze at the voice in your hand, hand grabbing your wrist to pull the pair of scissors away from your collar. You were gonna cut this thing off, until you had an unexpected visitor. “What do you think you were doing pup? Trying to take off your collar? That’s a no.”

He tsked, shaking his head. You were nervous at his presence, looking at Draken through the corner of your eye. He’s the one that worried you the most, you could never get a proper read on him. “What… what are you doing here?”

“The hunt was still on pup. And looks like I won.” You bit your tongue; trying to withhold the words on your tongue. The scissor clattered to the ground when he tightened his grip around your wrist; grabbing the back of your neck when he felt you trying to get out of his grasp. “Easy, I’m not going to hurt you.”

He could feel you ready to bolt, so he was trying to get you to relax. Other arm came around to wrap around your waist, moving his hand from the back of your neck to the front of your neck as he pulled you back against his chest. Your eyes scrunched up in pain from your ribs; fingernails digging into the skin of your palm. “I must say, I’m surprised you got away from the others. But I can say how glad I’m the one able to have you all to myself. You can relax pup; you’re going to be safe with me here.”

But you didn’t believe that. You didn’t believe anything any of them would say. He tightened his arms to pull you closer, making you bite your lip harshly to keep the pained sounds in. “S-stop… stop… pressing.”

Draken moved his hand lightly toward your side, watching you bare your teeth lightly at the pain. You didn’t even have time to say anything before you were suddenly picked up, shirt getting lifted off of your head. Your leg tried to kick him, wincing when the pain shot up as the handle hit your leg when he slammed it against the counter. Black eyes narrowed at the large bruise decorating your skin. “Enough pup.”

He was pissed and you continued to squirm didn’t help. But you didn’t feel comfortable with being shirtless/only in your sports bra. His fingers hovered over the darkened skin, flinching lightly and trying to recoil from him. “What happened? When…? It was Baji, wasn’t it? That damned bastard…”

He never gave you a chance to answer, beginning to make his way out of the house. His hand held open the front door as he looked back at you. “Stay.”

They really do treat me like some kind of lap dog… Fucking assholes. You thought bitterly as the door closed. Of course you weren’t going to listen to him and instead hopping off to make your way toward the garage; closing the door behind you and leaning against the cold surface.

If I can bear with it… Maybe I can find Hiro, get him home for Nine. No matter how much Nine tries to hide it, he wishes that Hiro was here more than me. Hiro is his real son, I’m the child they picked up from the streets. Nine has never made me feel unwanted, but I don’t miss those lingering glances on the pictures of Hiro… You thought with a small plan, nodding to yourself and pushing yourself off of the door. There were boxes in the corner of the garage, making you smile when you recognized the symbol on the edge of the box. “Thanks Uncle Ratchet.”

You said with a smile, taking a crowbar to open the first crate and looking through the parts. There was a small humming coming from you, making your way back to the motorcycle and looking at the damages; beginning to take off some of the unsalable parts. “Seems you just love to disobey orders.”

Draken spoke from the door, your eyes looking up from your bike. Your hands leaned on the handle bars, eyes not leaving him. “Pops say the same thing. It’s a bonus of my silvery personality.”

He chuckled, annoyed. You were supposed to be listening to them, their good pet, but they don’t know you. One of your hands lifted the busted up part of the frame, pushing your wheelie chair to the bench with it and laying it on the table. There’s a chance I could save this piece, but a low chance. “Get over here pup.”

“Later.”

“Now.” He argued with you, making you look back in annoyance. This was not how things were supposed to go; this is now how Toman thought this was work out. “Look pup… Be good for me and I’ll give you a treat, yea?”

There’s no way I can be some dog to them, forget it. You scoffed, turning your head away. No, you couldn’t put them on top of your list. There were bigger things then just pleasing the debt of you racing in their turf. It made you wonder why you were getting the bigger punishment when you weren’t even holding the races on their turf!

“I’m not going to ask you again pup.” Draken whispered behind you, hands placing on each side and trapping you against the work bench. He enjoyed the feeling of you so close; especially now since you didn’t have a shirt on anymore. There was some obedience in you, he just has to train that side. “So, you gonna behave for me now pup?”

“Why can’t you leave me alone?”

“What kind of owner would I be if I just neglected my pup?” He said, mocking you with a small grin. There was some part of Draken that enjoyed getting under your skin, placing one hand on your waist to pull you closer. “Fine.”

“Atta pup.” He grinned when you finally gave in, patting your head before pushing off the parts. Draken didn’t give any warning before he was picking you up and putting you on the table; it made you wonder why he continuously did that. Wondering if he was trying to show off to you. “It’s gonna be cold.”

He warned you before rubbing the ointment on your side; making you hiss under your breath. There was a smile on his face,‘making you bite your tongue. Of course one of them would smile at your discomfort. “There, all done.”

He patted your head; letting you push his head away. Finally now that was over, you thought that he would be leaving for the night. But he made no move to go anywhere. “So since you finally listened, we should reward you for that behavior.”

You looked at him confused, but didn’t have any time to ask because he was squeezing your cheeks to make your lips pout. Out of instinct with these guys, your head jerked and tried to get away. But Draken only tightened his fingers more in response. “Don’t be brat when I’m trying to give you a treat:”

There was a sweetness at your lips; that took you off guard. He grinned, pushing the macaroon against your lips more. Now you were conflicted, because of your adoration of sweets. But you didn’t want anything that would come from them. “Open.”

But you didn’t have much of a choice when he pushed the macaroon in without hesitating; being a bit forceful but it got the job done. Your fingers touched your lips lightly while you chewed the macaroon with a satisfied sound. It was a delicious flavor; almost your favorite but not there. “Atta pup.”

He teased, scratching your scalp lightly and watching you melt to his touch. It wasn’t his touch exactly (even if that’s how he saw it in his delusions), but it was more that’s a spot that always seems to relax you. You could always relax when someone was playing with your hair. “Continue being good and we’ll get you more treats; what do you say?”

That I’m not your dog and this deal will be over soon. You thought bitterly, giving him a look. But you would endure this if it meant finding out what happened to Hiro for your pops; maybe, just maybe you could bring Hiro home. “What are you thinking about so hard pup?”

Draken asked, beginning to grow annoyed at the fact that you weren’t giving him your full attention. You blinked; quickly thinking of an excuse before seeing the screwdriver in front of you. Screwdriver, working, working… “My bike! Thinking about how to fix it.”

“Oh well; if that’s all you’re worried about it. Don’t bother your little head, I’ll fix it for you.” He smiled at you, tilting up your chin to graze his lips against yours. Draken loved how soft your lips were against his; how perfect they were. But you on the other hand… You couldn’t believe what the hell he was doing; jerking your head back lightly while your hand covered your mouth. W-was that technically a kiss? Did he really-?

“What was that about?” Draken asked, his jaw tightening. You fumbled to give an answer before ultimately looking away. There was no way that you were just going to admit that you’ve never kissed anyone before. But you didn’t have to, because he connected the dots in his head and grinned to himself. He was the one to take your first kiss.

“Damn pup, seeing how it looks now. Don’t know how you weren’t down for the count after that wreck… Or how the bikes even started to get you back home.” He said as was walking around the bike; you shrugged at hearing that. “We’re both stubborn.”

But for a fact that you even were surprised. But you didn’t want him to know that. He looked at the bed in the corner of the garage and mentioned to it. “Lay there pup, I want to be able to keep an eye on you.”

You have got to be kidding me… You thought with shaking your head, getting up and wincing. Hand moving to your side, Draken watching closely. You made your way to the small bed, laying down and covering yourself with the blanket. You still needed to get some sleep for school tomorrow.

“Mikey,” Draken waited till you were fully asleep before he was on the phone. He was even on the other side of the room, wanting to make sure he doesn’t accidentally wake you up. “Baji isn’t allowed to touch them until they’re healed.”

“Healed?”

“Their ribs, they’re fucked. It’s from where Baji was continuously kicking them that night.” Mikey went silent on the other line, Draken turning his head to stare back at you.

“Hehe, look at Y/n. What do you think they did last night to look that tired?” Someone gossiped as you had your head against your desk. You had forgotten just how uncomfortable that bed in the garage is…

“Morning sleepyhead.” Draken smiled as he watched you open your eyes. He was laying bedsides you on the cot; arm through around your waist.

“You think they’ll do anything if we mess with them?”

“Where are you going?” Draken asked as he watched you pull the shirt over your head; wincing as you hit your side. He put his hand in front of you when you tried to leave through the door. “You shouldn’t be going anywhere.”

“I got school, so will you kindly fuck off?” You asked, walls put back up and ducking under his arms and making your way into the kitchen where your shirt was resting on the floor. “Morning Nine. You’re still not feeling well, go rest and I’ll make porridge for you.”

He didn’t argue with you; feeling hung over as he made his way back to the bed. You closed the door, tossing your shirt in your dirty clothes as you finished putting on your school uniform. “Take your own advice pup. Stay home.”

“Your day is up with me; leave.”

“You’re asking to get an ass beating.” The door suddenly slid opened, slamming against the other side. Some students jumped at the noise, looking over. Mikey looked through the classroom and found you sleeping at your desk, giving Draken a look who looked confused.

“Wakey wakey.” Mikey whispered in your ear, watching you mumble under your breath before turning your head to the side. He chuckled, slipping the leash out from his pocket and clipping it to your collar with a small clip. Some kid’s eyes widened at the action, Draken making them look away with a harsh glare. “Wake up mutt, I’m getting tired of waiting.”

He said, leaning against the desk and watching the way your eyes finally began opening. Blinking and staring at him hazily, not recognizing who he was or what was happening. “D’s I fall ‘sleep g’ain?”

You asked, half asleep and sitting up while stretching. Mikey chuckled, tugging the leash ever so lightly, your eyes opening more quickly. Body tensed and ready to swing when you finally noticed who was crouched besides your desk. His hand caught your wrist easily, slamming it to the surface to the desk as you bared your teeth at him. He grinned when he saw you looking at him, wrapping the leash around his hand. “Well, well, look at who’s finally awake. Let’s go mutt.”

When did he get here?! You thought to yourself, staring at Mikey in confusion. A squeak came from you, feeling another tug before you scrambling after him- had a feeling that he would drag you if you continued fighting. I just want to have a peaceful school day, is that too much to ask for now?

You thought to yourself, shaking your head. Draken was behind you, fingers brushing over your side. “Does it feel any different from this morning?”

“No.” He hummed at hearing that, Mikey keeping the leash close to him and giving a dark look to anyone that looked longer that a second. Your anger boiled under your skin at hearing the whispering from the students. From the leash you were being dragged by or who these guys were or even how weak you are completed to them. That you weren’t able to make a hit and dragged out there without fighting down the hall.

But yet, not even a teacher tried to stop the two dragging you away. Already have seen the two of them take down the third year students without breaking a sweat and the smile Mikey had even splattered with some blood. It was enough to make any adult scared.

“Should we call and tell their guardian?” Someone at the front office whispered while you left the building. Another quickly shook her head and looked back at her coworker, “Are you insane? Do you know who their father was?! Bet it has something to do with gang relation. No way, don’t get involved. Seriously.”

“So, why are you doing this?” You finally asked Mikey as you left the school grounds. He hummed, smiling at having you close to him. “Well, we decided last night that each of us should have a leash for you. Can’t have our little mutt run away again.”

Lovely…

“And besides, you belong to us so we can see you whenever want to. I want to see you now.” Mikey said with that smile of his. The same smile that’s going to start to haunt you in your nightmares… “Mikey, let’s get our pup something to eat. They ignored breakfast this morning.”

“Traitor!”

“And why didn’t you eat?” Mikey asked, looking over at you with a narrowed gaze. You looked away at hearing that, watching the way Mikey changed direction. Draken placed a hand on your head, smirking softly. “Told ya brat.”

“If you don’t eat now, I’ll make you regret it pup.” Draken said as he watched you walk toward the door. You looked back at him, sparing him a glance and shrugging him off to shut the door behind you.

You buried your head in hands when the three of you got to the restaurant. Your body flushed when the feeling of the stares on you, Mikey cooed at your hiding. Thinking you were shy and just adorable. “Who knew you would be this adorable?”

He teased you, your eyes looking away from him. Not wanting to deal with him, instead wanting to crawl in a hole and disappear. He tugged you over to the table and plopped down, pulling you next to him and Draken sitting across from you. He hummed, leaning back in his seat and grinning at you with the i told you so look.

"So, you just want to parade me like some stupid little show pony.” You said with a small scoff, watching Mikey chuckle. His finger booping your nose with a small tsk of his tongue. “You’re a dog, not a pony. But if you want someone to ride you that ba-“

"You’re not denying it.”

“Something wrong with showcasing what’s ours?” He asked, seeming innocent. You flared up at hearing that, trying to get up but landing in his lap with a harsh tug of the leash. “What’s wrong?”

He asked you with that teasing voice. He knew exactly what he was doing and that just seemed to tick you off more. There was a cheerful voice as the waitress came over to get your orders, her eyes moving to see you on Mikey’s lap. “I-I’m afraid I would have to ask you to not do things like this in public…”

She said with an embarrassed face, your face paling at what she thought and trying to sit up quickly. Your body tensed at feeling the harsh grip on the back of your neck; making you gulp nervously as you were forced to keep your head in his lap. “Is there something wrong with this picture? Please, tell me.”

“D-do you not feel any shame such acts where everyone can see?!” She squeaked, Draken tried to hide his laughter behind his hand. His eyes looking over her with an raised eyebrow. “And tell me, what acts do you think they’re doing?”

“Are you not disgusted that they’re doing this in front of you?”

“On the contrary, I wish they were currently in my lap but I’m afraid he has his leash on them at the moment. Mine’s in pocket.” She covered her mouth as she was staring at him with wide eyes. She spared you a glance, but you could only look away from her. There was nothing that you could say to defend yourself and anything you would say could possibly make the situation worse. Even if you looked guilty by staying silent, you didn’t have another choice… “Now then, should we get started with some food?”

Draken asked, smiling at the waitress who nodded with shaking hands. Mikey looked through the menu, pushing your head back down against his lap when you tried to sit up again. You noticed how she looked down at the movement, quickly looking back at her notepad. Finally, Mikey just ordered for you and himself while Draken ordered last. “How long are you going to do this?”

You asked Mikey as she walked away, leaving the three of you alone. He hummed, beginning to pet your head like some kind of dog. “I think I like you being like this.”

“Just let me up.” You groaned while trying to sit up. He chuckled at hearing that, shaking his head. “And if I say no? What will you do? Bite me mutt?”

You only glared at him, but he smiled back at you. His hand releasing your head and letting you sit up. Your hand rubbing the back of your neck, leaning your head back. “How long do I have to keep letting you destroy my pride?”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t play dumb with me… I know that’s why you’re doing this. Because you caught me racing your turf, so you’re destroying my pride for getting caught. Even though those losers ran off with my money was the worst part.”

“They what?” Draken asked, lifting his head to look at you. You shrugged, knowing that you can just get the money back someway. It’s just annoying, because you were going to be buying things for Nine and your uncles. Now that has to wait… That was the annoying part. “It doesn’t matter…”

“I see you two finally stopped.” The waitress commented as she brought back the drinks. You grabbed the water and took a sip of it; eyeing the exit. “Don’t even think about it mutt.”

Mikey hissed in your ear, seeing the way you were looking. You gave him a look before looking away; catching the eye of the owner. He had come out when he heard the waitress complaining, wanting to see what this was about. You put your hand to the side, putting your thumb to your palm before curling your fingers over your thumb. His eyes widened, turning his head to the cook. “Joe, we’re going need some help out here…”

I need to get some information from them about Hiro… But I can’t just come out and ask it or even try to hunt at it… They’ll start to get suspicious, but what else could I do…? Oh fuck it.

“Tell me about Hiro.” You came out blunt, watching the way they grew annoyed with another name that wasn’t theirs come out of your mouth. Mikey put down his drink. “Who?”

“Hiro. You took him recently. Though I don’t know what for.” They looked between each other, silently having the conversation before nodding. Draken leaned against the table, “You must be talking about that stupid bastard, he crossed a line.”

“So… You did take him, do you still have him?”

“Why do you want to know?” He asked, leaning back. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the waitress and saw the owner nod. They had a way to get you out of this dangerous situation, the owner wanting to take quick action since you gave the sign of help. Drinks splashed as she stumbled, coating you in the stickiness and watching the men jump. “What the hell is your problem?!”

Draken snapped, standing up straight. Mikey was even glaring at the waitress, seeming wanting to kill. You reached up to take off the leash, quickly running to the bathroom. Mikey smirked, hand harshly grabbing the waitress’ shirt. “I’m gonna bust your skull in. But not before you apologize to them.”

“I saw your sign of help… Joe is waiting in the back to take you wherever you want to go.” The owner said right outside of the bathroom door, your head nodding as you peeked out. Making sure that they couldn’t see you before running for the back; seeing the burly man standing there. “Let’s go.”

And that’s how you escaped their grasp for the day. Again.

The door shut behind you, plopping on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. Sunlight was reflecting off the different shiny objects in your room, creating a unique disco pattern.

“The hell you doing here Y/n?” Hiro asked while you mentioned from him to be quiet. He raised an eyebrow at seeing you before holding out the bag. “Wait, but you didn’t have any money.”

“I learned from you.”

“Don’t tell dad that… He’d kick my ass…” He paled at the thought and you started to take out the snacks from the bag. Hiro hummed softly, taking one of the drinks and opening it. “Not bad actually… Good job idiot.”

He ruffled your hair, making you roll your eyes with pushing off his hand. There were the few moments where Hiro wasn’t acting like an ass, some moments that were nice for you and enjoyable. This is all the more reason that you need to get Hiro back for Nine. Your eyes opened, hand covering your mouth to silent the surprised noise from you. “Shhh, don’t want to cause more worry to your pops, do you?”

Mitsuya asked, watching the way that your eyes widened slightly. You hated how he made a point and he was happy that he figured out a weakness of yours. You just didn’t want Nine to worry about what you’re dealing with as he’s trying to get his son back home… It wasn’t fair to do that to him. “What are you doing here…?”

“I want to spend some time with you too, ya know. And you still have my bike.” It took you a moment to remember what he was talking about before making an oh sound; finally realizing that it his bike you had stole to rescue Nine. Now worry free that you’ll try anything, Mitsuya plopped on the bed next to you. His fingers tracing over the embroidered letters, smiling to himself. “You’re such a pretty pet, you know that?”

Your eyes rolled, Mitsuya’s eyes narrowing lightly. His finger hooked under your collar before giving a sharp tug. Your nose pressing against his as he stared at you. “But yet, you continuously act like a brat. Why is that?”

“Screw off.”

“Is that you’re way of saying you want to do somethi-“ He made a surprised sound, feeling your palm slamming against his jaw and crashing into the floor. His eyes narrowed as he glared at you, watching you sit up on the bed.

He’s going to hurt me… oh shit… wait. Why am I scared? I used to be feared, I used to run this neighborhood! To protect my aunts and uncles! Now… n-now I’m getting scared by defending myself? What have these fuckers done to me?

But he didn’t have time to process anything before you were running out of the room. Mitsuya didn’t hesitate to run after you, hand snatching your wrist harshly and hand wrapped around your throat as he slammed you against the wall. Your face scrunched up in pain, nails clawing at his wrist. “Don’t even bother, you’ve already pissed me off.”

What happened to me…? Have I really… just…

You couldn’t understand, not even as the black dots started to dance across your vision. You didn’t understand on what happened… What changed so much that you were pathetic…

“Next time, you’ll behave.”

I won’t… I… I have to try….

“Chifuyu,” You whispered, blue eyes widening at seeing you on his lap. Disgust was twisting at your gut, hating that you were doing this. You’ve swore years ago that you would never succumb to this… And here you are, tracing your hands over his neck and collarbone. It made you feel sick; seeming to head all the mocking from the tears in the back of your head. “I need your help…”

“Anything, talk to me puppy. I’ll make you happy.” Chifuyu agreed with a nod, wanting to continue to feel your touches. Pride coursing through him since he’s only heard the others complaining about you fighting.

But here you were. Willingly touching him. It made him feel special.

“Tell me about Hiro.” You whispered, staring at him with a pout and nails scratching down his neck lightly. He shivered at your touch, eyes going a bit hazy and trying to think clearly; intoxicated of you. “I… well…”

“Please tell me Hiro… please, it’ll make me so happy…” You whispered, leaning down to press your head against his chest. You reached up, lightly kissing his neck. Chifuyu could pass away right there and he would be happy, his back arching lightly when he felt your nails scratch over the side of his ribs. “He- he messed with Emma! Draken’s girl and- and Mikey’s sister.”

“Draken has a girl…?” You whispered, sitting up and moving a hand to your mouth. Biting your thumbnail in thought. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Chifuyu panting softly. His cheeks flushed and eyes unfocused. “E-Emma has been… been pinning after Draken for years… s-so… we always j-joked that was his girl.”

Chifuyu explained, taking deep breaths to try to calm his racing heart. Every time the thought of common sense striking his nerves, the feeling of your touch against him spirals him into a hazy frenzy. “So? What does that have to do with Hiro? I know he never has the balls to flirt with a woman.”

“She- she always flirts with other guys… trying trying to get Draken jealous.”

There it is. You thought with a smile, moving your hand back up to caress his cheek. Watching one of people who’s been making your life a living hell just crumple under your touch like this… it made you feel a bit powerful. Just like you used to be. “Chifuyu… Where is Hiro now?”

“He’s-“

“Well, well, look at what we have here. The bitch has a few tricks up their sleeve.” Baji’s voice made you go rigid. Any victorious feeling drained into an icy cold one, your body even shivering. You gulped, turning your head back to look at the sadistic fucker. “Oh no, what is it? Did I spoil your fun?”

“Wh-what… what are you doing here?”

“Did you really think that they were going to keep me from seeing my bitch?” Baji asked, grinning widely. The less of your touch, your attention, the more focused Chifuyu got. Baji understood this and was keeping your attention on him for Chifuyu to come back to his senses. “Let me see it.”

“See what?”

“Your ribs, I want to see the marks I gave you.” He laughed, watching the way you covered your side defensively. His hand reaching out to grabbed the collar of your shirt. “And don’t even try to seducing tactic, because you won’t be able to finish what you started.”

“Y-you-“ Baji pulled you off of Chifuyu, watching the blonde blink momentarily before focusing on the wall. His eyes widened as he realized what he told you, looking over at you quickly as Baji was already lifting up your shirt to stare at the bruises. “Fuck… those are lovely.”

He said, eyes lightly up at the dark spots decorating your s/c. Baji was indeed sadistic and he couldn’t deny that sick, twisted pleasure he got from seeing you with those bruises. Now, he only wanted to see those tears running down your face. He wanted to hurt you. “Hiro, they-they kept asking about Hiro!”

Chifuyu exclaimed, staring at us. Baji raised an eyebrow and mused. “Oh yea? What’s so special about that bastard to them? Chifuyu got tell Mikey and Draken what our little bitch has been investigating. I’m going to teach them some manners.”

The wooden floor pressed against your cheek as Baji kept the pressure on the back of your neck. He grinned cheekily at you, watching you struggle helplessly in his grasp as Chifuyu ran out of the room. “You know, Mikey and Drakn is already pissed with you. You know that? Because you ran from them in public, tsk. Now, I wonder what they’ll do to you when they find out that your poking your nose in where it doesn’t need to be.”

“You’re an ass…” You groaned from the ground, wincing as you felt more pressure. He laugh made your stomach curl, making you want to get sick. Your eyes widened at feeling sharp teeth digging in the skin of your collarbone. “H-hey!”

“Careful what your next words will be.” Baji threatened you, making you breath heavier; worry about what was going to happen to you. Your fist clenched, feeling Baji continuing to litter bites against your skin.

“I thought we said that you weren’t supposed to see them until after their wounds have healed.” Draken said, suddenly kicking Baji off. Not enough to hurt him, but enough to get him off you. Mikey cheerfully crouched down next to you. “I’ve heard some interesting things today mutt~”

He patted your head, laughing lightly and then falling silent as he stared down at you. All emotion disappearing. Baji sat up, swiping the spit from his lips with the back of his hand. “Can’t help, wanted to see our bitch.”

“Your banned since you were the one to hurt them in the first place.” Draken said with crossing his arms. Baji laughed, sitting up and looked at Draken. “I know I’m not the only one to enjoy the bruises on them. Isn’t that right Mikey?”

Draken looked back at Mikey as you opened your eyes to nervously stare back at him. He leaned down on his palm, tilting his head to the side. “Tell me, what did you learn about? Learn something about that bastard Hiro?”

He watched the way your fist clenched tighter, annoyance filling his chest about watching your reaction when you heard his name. Mikey stood up, tucking his hands in his pockets. “I see… Once again, it’s about that guy again.”

“What are you doing?” You asked, sitting up and staring at Mikey who was making his way to the door. His head turned lightly, staring back at you emotionless. “I’m going to kill him.”

“What?” Your eyes widened, stomach dropping at hearing that. Your knees were weak, making you stumble lightly from how quickly you stood up. Mikey looked down at seeing your hand grabbing onto his jacket. “What?”

“Don’t even think about hurting him.” You said, your voice trying not to shake and his anger flared up at hearing that. His hand tangled in your hair, harshly gripping it. “You continuously bring this bastard up. Do you not understand that you’re the reason he’s going to die?”

“I- I won’t let… Let you hurt him.” You gasped, feeling his hand tightening in your hair. Baji chuckled, cracking his knuckles. “Can I get him? Let me go get him Mikey.”

“Sure.” Mikey said, your body twisting and wincing at the pain shooting through your scalp. Your hands tried to pry his hand, trying to get free. “Stop it! Stop it! I’ll behave! I’ll behave!”

You yelled out, tears slipping down your cheeks. Mikey looked back at Baji before tightening his fingers to bring you closer to him. “Is that so mutt?”

“Y-yes… Yes… I’ll behave… Just, just please… Please take him back to Nine.” You begged, Mikey’s tongue swiping out to lick his lips. “Is that so? You’ll behave? Is that right? After everything you’ve done, what makes you think that we should trust you? Why should we be satisfied with just behavior?”

He let you go of you, watching you crash into the ground. You looked up at Mikey, tears clumping your eyelashes together as you grasped at his pants. “Please, please Mikey, please don’t kill him. Please, I’m begging you.”

“Oh? Begging? I like where this is going mutt.” Mikey mused, eyes glinting darkly. You felt sick to your stomach, you felt useless. Pathetic compared to how you used to be… From once a protector of the neighborhood, the potential leader of the gang, the fighter of your school to just… a begging pet being led around by leashes. “Go on, continue begging me.”

“Please please, I swear I won’t do anything against you guys again. I won’t run, I won’t fight, I’ll behave. I-I’ll trade myself for him!” He hummed, seeming to think about your words. Interested immensely about that last part. “Well, I want to know. What’s so important about that bastard?”

“Hiro is Nine’s son… I’ve just been trying to get him back home.”

“And how did you know that we had him in the first place?” Mikey asked, crossing his arms and you sniffled. “When I was on that chase…”

You noticed that their eyes darkened in excitement at the memory of the chase, where you were the prize. “I- I noticed a charm on the ground that was handmade… By me…”

You whispered, watching Mikey hum before pulling out the familiar charm. Mitsuya had grabbed it after the chase; explaining that you were connected with this charm. But to know you handmade it? Mikey wasn’t ever letting go of it now. He looked back at Draken and nodded. “Go ahead, send him back. But break his legs. You on the other hand,”

Mikey continued speaking while looking back down at you, his hand reaching down to grip your hair. “You are going to be taking his place. You’re going to be stay here. If you want him to leave, then you’re going to stay? Still going to be so selfless?”

You gulp, signing your life away with a single motion. It’ll be fine if Hiro goes home, it’ll be okay. A nod was all it took to know screwed you were, to finally know that you weren’t ever leaving.

Clhifuyu’s hands curled around your waist, giving you the same treatment you gave him. Trailing his hand under your shirt, Mikey only watching and tightening his fingers when you instinctively tried to move away.

Baji chuckled, cracking his knuckles while leaving to beat the shit out of Hiro. Draken following after him, just to make sure he didn’t kill Hiro. The two didn’t mind to leave you alone with Mikey and Chifuyu. They would have their fun later once they call Mitsuya to tell him the good news.

Besides they knew that Chifuyu wanted to redeem himself. He wanted to make you suffer and fall apart to his touches like he did to yours, want you to feel the same hazy frenzy and become a dumb little pup for them. Chifuyu couldn’t wait to see it.

“You’ve got a lot to make up to us. We’re going to have so much more fun with you mutt.”

#yandere mikey sano #Yandere Baji keisuke #yandere draken #Yandere Mitsuya #yandere chifuyu #yandere tokyo revengers #ownership

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