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Js... thinking of Manjiro Sano... yk
He would be soo possessive over you. Which totally makes sense from so much loss and betrayals in his life. Cuz likee?
Just imagine him casually draping an arm around your shoulders whenever someone even dares to even glance your way, his usual playful demeanor suddenly slips into something colder and his grip tightens. Or maybe the way he insists on knowing where you are and what youâre doing, not out of mistrust, but because heâs terrified of losing you too. He doesnât say it outright, but you can feel the tension whenever youâre away for too long.
And let's not even get started on his quiet, dangerous moments. Like when someone tries to flirt with you, and Mikey just stands there, staring them down with that deceptively calm smile. The kind of smile that says, âDo you want to see tomorrow?â n that's the signal for the guy to run.
Yan! Mikey isn't about limiting your freedom. It's about his deep rooted fear of being left behind again, like in the past. Itâs intense, raw, and maybe a little unhealthy, but itâs also his twisted way of showing how much he cares. Heâd fight the whole world for you if he had to. And don't you dare doubt that.
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Summary: Working in a shady but luxurious nightclub has its perks. Especially when you're the one that captures the attention of deadly, powerful executives that make up the infamous criminal organization Bonten. But things take a turn for the worst when they want you to be more than just their doll.
Tw: Fem reader, smut, oral (m and f receiving), noncon, dubcon, knife play, gun play, daddy kink, blood play, degradation, bondage, sado-masochist relationships. Murder, drugs, (mentions / threats of) human trafficking
MDNI
Not me writing a whole fic based on a damn song đ But this is going to be the longest (and darkest) fic that I've ever written, so I feel the need to add the reminder that I do not condone anything that happens in this. Everything is purely fiction. đ€
Chapters: (1/?)
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The Family They Never Deserved
Bat Family x Neglected Reader x Tokyo Revengers.
A/N: OMG thank you all for the AMAZINGGG response to part 1!!! Iâm obsessed with this story and I hope you love this confrontation as much as I do!!! The Bat Fam is about to learn you DONâT mess with Kanto Manjiâs precious strategist!!! Enjoyyy!!!
Part 1
Bruce Wayne had prepared for many things when planning Wayne Enterprisesâ Tokyo expansion. Heâd prepared for cultural differences, language barriers, complicated business negotiations, and even the possibility of corporate espionage.
What he hadnât prepared for was the ghost of his past walking into his hotel suite like she owned the place.
You stood in the doorway, dressed in black from head to toe - sleek pants, fitted jacket, and boots that added inches to your height. Your hair was shorter than he remembered, styled in a way that emphasized your sharp cheekbones. A silver moon pendant gleamed at your throat.
But it was your eyes that shocked him most. The uncertain, hurt girl was gone. In her place stood a woman with eyes as cold and unyielding as the Gotham winter.
Behind you, like shadows, stood five Japanese men - all radiating the unmistakable aura of predators.
âHello, Bruce,â you said, your voice calm. âItâs been three years, four months, and seventeen days. But whoâs counting?â
Bruce recovered quickly, his face shifting to the practiced neutrality of Batman. âI had heard you were still in Tokyo.â
Your laugh was sharp enough to cut. âIs that all you heard? Not that Iâve built a life? Not that I never received so much as a birthday card? Just that I remained where you abandoned me?â
The tallest of the men behind you shifted slightly. Bruceâs trained eye immediately identified him as the most dangerous of the group.
â[Y/N],â Bruce began, âI think we should talk privately.â
âNo,â said the tall man, his Japanese accent thick but his English clear. âAnything you say to her, you say to all of us.â
âAnd you are?â Bruceâs voice held a warning.
âSano Manjiro,â the man replied with a smile that didnât reach his eyes. âMikey to my friends. [Y/N]'s fiancĂ©.â
Bruce couldnât quite hide his shock.
âYes,â you confirmed, holding up your left hand where a black diamond glittered. âWeâre getting married next month. You wouldnât have been invited, but since youâre here⊠consider this your notification.â
A door opened behind Bruce, and the rest of the family spilled into the room - Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Lila, all dressed for the eveningâs corporate dinner.
Lila froze first, her eyes widening as she took in your transformed appearance. â[Y/N]?â
âThe prodigal sister returns,â Jason muttered.
âActually,â you corrected coolly, âthe exiled sister never left. You just finally noticed I existed.â
The tension in the room could have been cut with a knife. Your gang brothers had fanned out slightly, taking strategic positions that Bruce - with his Batman training - immediately recognized as defensive formations.
âThese are your⊠friends?â Dick asked, eyeing the tattooed, hard-faced men with obvious concern.
âFamily,â you corrected. âMy real one.â
You made no move to introduce them individually. They werenât here for pleasantries.
âWhat do you want, [Y/N]?â Bruce asked directly.
âWant?â You raised an eyebrow. âI want nothing from you, Bruce. Iâm here to make something perfectly clear: Tokyo is my home now. Kanto Manji is my family. And if your âbusiness expansionâ is really about trying to drag me back to Gotham, youâre wasting your time.â
Tim stepped forward, always the diplomatic one. âWe just want to talk, [Y/N]. Itâs been years. Weâve been worried.â
The laugh that escaped you made several of them flinch. âWorried? WORRIED? Three years of silence isnât worry, Tim. Itâs abandonment.â
âYou hurt me!â Lila suddenly burst out. âYou attacked me and then ran away to become some⊠some gang memberâs whore!â
The temperature in the room seemed to drop by twenty degrees. Before anyone could react, Mikey had moved directly in front of Lila, looming over her with those empty, terrifying eyes.
âSay that again,â he said softly, deadly. âPlease.â
Bruce moved lightning-fast, positioning himself between Mikey and Lila. âBack away from my daughter.â
âBack away from MY fiancĂ©e,â Mikey countered, not budging an inch.
You placed a hand on Mikeyâs arm. âItâs okay, love. Lilaâs lies donât matter anymore.â
âLies?â Lila sputtered. âYou gave me this scar!â She pointed dramatically to a faint mark on her cheekbone.
âInteresting,â you said coldly. âBecause Takemichi here has been filming this entire conversation.â You nodded to one of your gang brothers, who held up a phone. âAnd Iâm sure facial recognition software could analyze whether that scar matches the injury you claimed I gave you three years ago. Technology is amazing, isnât it?â
Lila paled visibly.
âYou always were a terrible liar, Lila,â you continued. âToo dramatic. Too many flourishes. A good lie is simple and consistent. Something I learned planning operations for Kanto Manji.â
âOperations?â Dick echoed, his face darkening. âWhat exactly do you do for this gang, [Y/N]?â
âIâm their strategist,â you said simply. âTheir ghost. The one who sees possibilities others miss.â
âSheâs brilliant,â Takemichi added, his serious eyes fixed on the Bat Family. âThe best mind in Tokyoâs underground.â
Bruceâs expression had grown increasingly grim. âYouâre involved in criminal activities.â
âRich coming from Batman,â you replied casually.
The shock that rippled through the room was palpable. Your gang brothers didnât react - they already knew. You had told Mikey everything long ago.
âHow long have you known?â Bruce asked, his voice dropping to Batmanâs register.
âI grew up in that house, Bruce. I wasnât blind. Just invisible.â
A long silence followed, broken only when Jason unexpectedly laughed.
âHoly shit,â he said, shaking his head. âSheâs got you there, old man.â
âThis isnât why we came to Tokyo,â Dick interrupted, shooting Jason a warning glance. âBruce, tell her.â
Bruce straightened slightly. âWayne Enterprisesâ expansion is legitimate. But yes, I had hoped to⊠reconnect.â
âReconnect,â you repeated flatly. âAfter throwing me away on the word of your precious Lila. After three years of silence. After replacing me so thoroughly that my room was converted to storage within months of my departure.â At their surprised looks, you added, âAlfred kept me informed. He, at least, remembered I existed.â
âIs that why weâre really here?â Damian asked suddenly, his sharp eyes fixed on Lila. âBecause Father wished to retrieve you? Thatâs not what you told us, Lila.â
All eyes turned to your twin, who shifted uncomfortably.
âI⊠I just thought it would be good for the family image if [Y/N] came back,â she stammered. âFor publicity.â
âPublicity,â you echoed. âAlways the favorite. Always the priority.â
âThatâs not true,â Bruce began.
âIt is,â said a new voice from the doorway.
Alfred stood there, aged but dignified as ever. You hadnât seen him in person in three years, though his occasional texts had been lifelines.
âMaster Bruce,â Alfred continued, âI have served the Wayne family loyally for decades. But in this matter, I cannot remain silent. Miss [Y/N] was systematically overlooked in favor of Miss Lila from the moment they entered Wayne Manor.â
Bruce looked genuinely stunned. âAlfredâŠâ
âAnd when Miss Lila made her accusation,â Alfred pressed on, ânot one of you questioned it, despite Miss [Y/N]'s impeccable character. Not one of you demanded evidence beyond a conveniently placed hairbrush and a bruise that could have come from anywhere.â
âI didnât thinkâŠâ Bruce began.
âNo, you didnât,â Alfred agreed sadly. âNone of you did.â
Lilaâs composure finally cracked entirely. âFine! I hit myself, okay? I was sick of [Y/N] always moping around, making everyone feel guilty just because she wasnât as good as me!â
The confession hung in the air like a bomb.
âI knew it,â Jason muttered.
âYou⊠knew?â Tim asked, looking at Jason with shock.
Jason shrugged. âI suspected. But by the time I put it together, [Y/N] was gone.â
You felt nothing but a cold satisfaction as you watched your so-called family process this revelation. No hurt. No vindication. Just the confirmation that you had been right to build a new life.
âIt doesnât matter anymore,â you said finally. âI didnât come here for apologies or explanations. I came to make something clear: Iâm not coming back to Gotham. Not now. Not ever.â
âBut youâre a Wayne,â Bruce insisted, though with less conviction.
âNo,â you said firmly. âSoon Iâll be a Sano. And Iâve been Kanto Manjiâs Ghost far longer than I was ever your daughter.â
Mikeyâs arm slid around your waist possessively. âWeâre done here. [Y/N] has said what she came to say.â
âWait,â Dick stepped forward. âJust⊠wait. We made mistakes. Terrible ones. But weâre still family.â
âFamily doesnât exile their child on an accusation,â Mikey said coldly. âFamily doesnât forget for three years. Family protects their own.â He gestured to his gang brothers. âLike we protect [Y/N].â
As if to emphasize his point, all five men moved slightly closer to you, a human barrier between you and the Waynes.
âYouâve built quite a protective circle,â Bruce observed, his detectiveâs mind clearly reassessing the situation.
âThey love me,â you said simply. âThey see me. When I speak, they listen. When I hurt, they notice. Itâs amazing how easy loyalty is to earn when you actually treat people like they matter.â
The barb hit home. You could see it in their faces.
âOne dinner,â Bruce tried. âJust⊠give us one dinner. To talk. To try to understand.â
You glanced at Mikey, who gave an imperceptible nod. âOne dinner,â you agreed. âTomorrow night. At Kanto Manji headquarters.â
âA gang headquarters?â Tim asked nervously.
âMy home,â you corrected. âTake it or leave it.â
âWeâll be there,â Bruce decided, ignoring Timâs concerned look.
âSeven oâclock,â you said, turning to leave. âOh, and Lila?â You paused at the door. âDonât bother coming. This dinner is for family members who might actually have regrets.â
The next evening, the Bat Family (minus Lila, who had been confined to the hotel after her confession) arrived at Kanto Manji headquarters with obvious trepidation.
What they found wasnât the den of criminals theyâd imagined, but a surprisingly stylish space with modern furniture, excellent security, and the unmistakable feel of a home.
Dinner was a traditional Japanese feast, prepared by Mitsuya who had discovered a talent for cooking. The conversation was stilted at first, with your Kanto family watching the Waynes like hawks, ready to throw them out at the first wrong word.
Gradually, as sake flowed and the story of your three years in Tokyo unfolded, a strange sort of understanding began to emerge.
âSo youâre essentially their strategist,â Tim summarized after you explained your role. âPlanning legitimate business expansions and⊠other operations.â
âExactly,â you nodded. âNot unlike what you do for Batman.â
The parallels werenât lost on anyone at the table.
âAnd you,â Bruce addressed Mikey directly, âare the leader.â
Mikeyâs empty smile was answer enough. âI found something special when I found [Y/N]. Something you threw away.â
As the night progressed, it became increasingly clear to the Waynes exactly what they had lost. Not just a daughter and sister, but a brilliant tactical mind, a fierce fighter, and a loyal heart.
âI wishâŠâ Bruce began during a quiet moment. âI wish we could start over.â
You shook your head. âWe canât. Too much has happened. But perhaps we can acknowledge the truth: You have your family in Gotham. I have mine in Tokyo. We lead separate lives now.â
âAnd if we want to be part of your life going forward?â Dick asked.
âThen you accept me as I am,â you said firmly. âKanto Manjiâs strategist. Mikeyâs fiancĂ©e. Tokyoâs Ghost. No judgments. No attempts to âsaveâ me or bring me back to Gotham.â
âAnd if we canât accept those terms?â Bruce asked, Batman peeking through.
Takemichi answered for you. âThen this is goodbye. For good.â
The weight of the choice hung heavy in the air.
âI can accept those terms,â Jason said suddenly, raising his sake cup. âTo [Y/N] - who got out and made something of herself.â
Slowly, one by one, the others raised their cups. Even Bruce, though his eyes remained troubled.
âTo [Y/N],â they echoed.
As the night ended and they prepared to leave, Alfred hung back.
âI am proud of you, Miss [Y/N],â he said quietly. âNot for the path youâve chosen - that is not for me to judge - but for your strength in walking it.â
You hugged the old butler tightly. âThank you for not forgetting me, Alfred.â
âNever,â he promised. âAnd I shall visit for the wedding, if I may.â
âIâll save you a seat in the front row,â you assured him.
When the Waynes had gone, Mikey pulled you into his arms on the rooftop, the Tokyo skyline sparkling around you.
âThey still donât deserve you,â he said, his fingers tracing the moon pendant at your throat.
âNo,â you agreed. âBut it doesnât matter. I found where I belong.â
Mikeyâs empty eyes filled with that rare warmth reserved only for you. âWith me. Always with me.â
As his lips claimed yours with that familiar possessive intensity, you felt the last shadows of Wayne Manor finally fade away.
You were [Y/N], soon to be Sano. The Ghost of Tokyo. Strategist of Kanto Manji. The center of Mikeyâs obsessive universe.
And you wouldnât trade this life for all the wealth in Gotham.
A/N: OMGGGG I hope you loved this as much as I did!!! Mikey is literally the PERFECT yandere boyfriend and the Bat Fam finally realizing what they lost is EVERYTHING!!! Let me know if you want more from this universe - maybe the wedding? Or a mission where the Bat Fam has to work with Kanto Manji? Iâm obsessed with this crossover!!! Enjoyyy!!!
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Yandere Bonten Manjiro "Mikey" Sano with pregnant reader
Mikey wants a family almost desperately.
However, he would never dare to say it out loud.
At this point, Mikey would have lost a lot of important people.
He wouldn't want to lose any more...
The pregnancy may not have been planned...
Unless you had shown bad behavior, in which case baby trapping would be the best solution.
Oh Mikey would get REALLY overprotective when he heard you were pregnant.
Records of overprotection will be broken during your pregnancy.
You couldn't be alone for a moment and he would be with you almost all the time.
Anyone who even looked at you the wrong way would disappear.
Mikey would get you everything you need and fulfill your pregnancy cravings to the best of his ability.
Poor Sanzu might even have to run to the store in the wee hours of the morning because you want pickles.
This would be a good way to get revenge for your kidnapping~
Mikey would be really overprotective of your future child.
He knows his job would be dangerous.
Mikey doesn't want to lose any more people he loves.
It would be best if the birth went without any problems.
Otherwise, Mikey would probably die from mentally stress.
And this man is already pretty dead inside...
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Yandere Bonten x Reader
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The reader is Gender neutral in this!!
TW: Sewer slide attempt, attempt drug use,
Bonten Timeline, where Bonten has kept you in the penthouse for a LONG time, and out of spite from every horrible thing they have ever done, you decide not to speak to them out of resentment Bottling up all your emotions. Hoping that they will eventually grow bored of you and either let you go or finally end your suffering.
One day, in particular, everything that you had been bottling up has finally reached its breaking point...
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âY/N, go get your hairbrush on the bathroom counter please, I can tell you didnât brush your hair this morning,â Kakucho said, sitting down on the couch right beside you.
Ever since Mikey said that he prefers your hair long, you were forced to grow it out. You canât say you like it, but at least it hides all of the ugly marks on your neck and body from themâŠ
Everyone else just goes with it; whatever Mikey says goes. It is unsure if the others like your hair as much as he does, but no matter what, they sure do act like it.
Getting up, then making your way to the main bathroom everyone uses, spotting the black brush, then grabbing it, and just as you were about to leave it caught your eye.
A little orange bottle with a white childproof cap. Slowly picking it up, you begin to realize that it is one of Sanzuâs many drugs. He must have left it here on accident, rushing for his mission today.
Bad day for him, but amazing for someone like yourself.
There is a good amount of pills in this container, and knowing Sanzu, only carrying around the âbestâ (strongest) on him. He could drain this dry and it still wouldnât be enough for someone like him.
This would be enough to kill any normal person, especially someone who has been clean for over a few years.
Slowly opening the cap, pouring the rest of the bottle in hand. Then quickly raise all of it to your mouth, only to have a hand grip your wrist.
You don't even need to turn to know who it is.
âI canât even leave you alone for a minute before you end up doing something dangerous, put it down,â Kakucho says as he sighs. Physically, there is no chance against Kakucho.
Putting your arm down slightly to put the pills back in the bottle, while you are doing that, Kakuchoâs grip softens little by little.
Once the cap is closed, you turn to look at him dazed.
âI wonât tell anyone⊠but if I catch you doing that again, Iâm telling everyone,â he says, as he takes the pill bottle. Nodding your head yes, you just grab the brush as you both walk back to the couch.
After settling down, he starts to brush your hair. âHonestly what were you thinking? Did you just want to be on drugs or something, or was that a serious attempt?â he asks, sighing again.
âListen I know that you hate your life here. But is it truly that bad? You can have whatever you want, having Kokonoi and Takeomi buy you anything you could dream, Sanzu would literally do anything for you, Mocchi would always listen to your rants when you talked, Ran and Rindou well they argue a lot but are fun to watch too⊠I try my best⊠even if you donât see itâŠâ his words are slow and cold.
âI admit that I am just as guilty as the rest of them, and everything we do is for your safety⊠even if you don't think it is⊠that is the truthâŠYou may despise us for the rest of your life, but as long as we can keep you safe, that is what mattersâŠâ At this point, he seems to be pouring his heart outâŠ
Sadden asks, âDo you hate meâŠ? For doing all of this?â Shocked you shook your head no⊠Kakucho did nothing⊠all he ever did was follow orders, even if he hurt you and others, he is not to blame, you know that he feels guilty for everything he has done. After all, you have always felt slight empathy towards Kakucho, he is the kindest out of all of Bonten.
âWill you please talk to me again,â He begs more than questions, you just shrug, leaving that as that. âIs life better now, than when it was when you first was brought here?â he asks, you reply with a simple nod. âThatâs good at least, although I can imagine that it was like hell, the first few days,â he responds. Try the first few weeksâŠ
After a good handful of questions, he pauses for a few seconds like he is thinking, confused, you tilted your head back and looked at him. Suddenly it is like the lightbulb rang for him.
âWould you be willing to respond to me, with more specific answers, if I have you write it down? That way you wouldnât have to speak?â he says, nodding your head yes. He rushes out of the room to grab something.
When he is back, he has an iPad in hand, pulling out the stylist pen, he gives the pen to you as he sits on the couch. Looking at the Ipad it is already in drawing mode. âNow⊠why donât you talk?â he asks.
âI wanted to punish you guys for everything you ever did to me. I thought if you guys assumed I was broken, maybe I would find a way, to not live like this, even a peaceful death would be ideal.â
When he was reading this you could tell that he was stunned unsure of how to respond he just asked another question. âHow long are you going to keep this up?â
You write, âUntil I can be free, or at least have some freedomâ
âI can talk with MikeyâŠâ You both know that the conversation will be a waste of time for both Kakucho and Mikey, but he can still try if he wants to.
âYouâre a good person Kakucho, compared to everyone else you have the most empathy. Plus you only follow orders, due to your loyalty. I know you mean no harm to me, even if it is for better or worse, truthfully if it was just you and me I would talk to you.â You wrote down.
âWhat do you mean? We are alone,â he states. Just two words I write down, âsecurity camerasâ After he reads that he says, âOh I forgot about thatâŠ,â as he looks up around the room looking at the cameras.
âI know you think we are being excessive with everything, but you have to know, we are doing everything we can to protect you⊠we know everything about you⊠there are no secrets that are kept between usâŠâ He takes a longing pause. He is quiet⊠too quiet, Shit you have a bad feeling about thisâŠ
He sighs thinking, then turns to you. âY/N⊠you know that Bonten made a pact to keep no secrets, and to take care of you⊠and today you just tried to overdose with Sanzuâs drugs⊠This is not just a small secret I would be hiding from them. This is about your life you could have died today if I wasnât there to catch you... Iâm sorry but I will have to tell them. I care about you and your safety⊠this is something I canât hide from them.â he says looking down in shame.
This fucker⊠If he tells them you would be on a tighter leash than before. Things would be like how they were when they first took me. There is no way in hell you are starting back at the bottom. You have worked your way by playing nice, then the silent treatment, which they all hate. If you are back at the bottom it will take months til you can just freely walk around this building.
You know what⊠Fuck it you had already told him too much if you go out... You're going out with a bang. This is just a lot to grasp⊠This is to be expected from Sanzu, Ran, Mochi⊠But Kakucho?... Kakucho is too loyal for his own fucking good.
Blinded by rage, standing up you yell. âYouâre Just As Fucked Up As The Rest Of Them,â After saying it is weird⊠your voice doesnât sound like your voice, it is weak, and not as loud as you would have wanted to say it⊠Fuck... You messed up your vocal cords.
Looking at Kakucho in a brief second, he is taken aback. Your voice shocked him and yourself. Just wanting to leave and go into the bedroom.
However... As you turn you see the rest of the Bonten members, standing by the door, in pure shock. That gives you enough information, to know that they heard you.
Well, fuckâŠ.
A few moments of silence fall upon us until you finally dare to try to walk away. Only taking a few steps before a voice was heard. âHold on Y/N, come over,â Great and that was MikeyâŠ
You are immediately making your way infront of him and the group. âYou talk to Kakucho, but not me,â he says voice filled with hurt. Should you dig myself deeper into this mess?
âIâm sorry, MikeyâŠâ you weakly manage out, after yelling at Kakucho, you need to rest my vocal cords, your voice is hoarse, and it hurts so much the others can tell, to the point some flinch once they hear. But it doesnât matter, you could be feeling the worst pain ever, and as long as you're alive and breathing they would be okay with that.
âSo what? That is all you have to say? We heard you talk, give up your little tantrum, and talk to us, I knew you would break⊠longer than I anticipated but you still broke,â Ran says, wanting to hear you talk, after not hearing your voice for over a few years, judging the room they all want to hear it too.
Did this Bitch not just hear me talk? What else would he want me to say? Is he truly such a fucking sadist that he wants to hear me struggle to talk? you begin to think.
Well, in that case, you plan on saying something to him loud and clear.
âYou know what? Fuck you Ran, I have been wanting to say that for so long now, you are such a manipulative shit, you really think I didnât see through all your bullshit, how you think of yourself as a god⊠you think you are so great⊠you are just a sadist, who cheats, and contributes to nothingâŠ. It is only because of your ârespectâ which was beating up kids younger than you, were you feared, without beating up helpless kids, you ought to be nothing, you would still be at the bottom of Roppongi in jail, with all of the failures,â you say holding my throat, trying not to breathe hard.
âCalm down Y/N, you know it is just Ran being Ran,â You are not sure if Rindou is being sincere in saying this or saying this just to shut you up. At this point you donât give a fuck, you're already pissed.
âYou think youâre any better Rindou? the only reason people see you as a nice person is that everyone compares you to Ran. Since I can remember people have been blinded by Ran, all overlooking just how cruel, and cold-hearted you are. You are just a follower, doing whatever Ran tells you to do, following blindly behind him. To the point where all you will ever be⊠is your big brotherâs shadowâŠâ Your voice is getting softer and softer, Shit, you worry, just how much longer will you still be able to talk?
âYour voice is getting worse, stop talking Y/N,â Kokonoi says concerned.
âYou wanna be next?â You ask âBecause you-,â Just like that, you couldnât even finish your sentence before starting a coughing fit. After catching your breath, and notice just how sore your throat is, feeling like the after-effect of overusing it, pained to the point where it hurts to breathe.
Seeing your vision start to blur, starting to tear up. You have no idea why⊠What is wrong with you? Is it the pain? Or are you just being emotional all of a sudden? Why do they all have to be here? Do they think you're weak now? What is wrong with everything? How did things end up like this?...
Feeling arms wrap around you. Freezing, but then recognizing it is Kakucho. Even when you curse at him, he is here comforting you. You canât hate him but you canât love him. All you can do is accept him, and that is exactly what you did, at that moment.
Breathing out a breath, you didn't realize that you were holding. Relaxing your shoulders, and body, turning into his chest, not being able to handle all of their cruel stares. No matter how hard you try, tears won't stop fallingâŠYou can just feel their eyes burning your back.
âWhat are you guys all staring at? You all are acting like children watching a movie, Y/N has never shown any emotion for over a year, and when they finally do, all you guys plan to do is watch. They are breaking down in Kakuchoâs arms,â Akashi says, breaking the tension and silence.
Always count on Akashi to be an adult when situations become grim.
âWeâll all talk together on the couchâŠâ Mikey says, hearing his footsteps go, and the others follow behind him, as they fade. You feel Kakucho gently push you, away from him.
âReady to follow?â he whispers. Nodding your head yes, as you slowly walk to the coach, Everyone is sitting down, and Mikey motions you to sit between him and Akashi the only other two that can keep a calm mind, no matter what goes down.
At this point, you've stopped crying, but your nose and eyes were still red, and once you sat down all hell broke loose.
âI think that Y/N should get punished for talking to me like that,â âThey are hurting enough, what they said was nothing, compared to what your victims say to you,â âAnd I kill them for it,â âStop being such a big baby Ran, just man up,â âOh I know you did not just tell me to âman upâ, being the only one that doesnât even get their hands dirty,â âOh? Do you want your little allowance cut?â âI swear to God, Koko if you-â
âEnough,â Mikey says, everyone is still, no one dares disobey the leader after all.
Mikey then looks at Akashi signaling something, then Akashi looks at you. Confused you wait until he says.
âNow Y/N I know you're in pain, but what you said to Ran and Rindou was uncalled for, completely immature, and you knew that were their⊠weak points, you need to apologize to them,â Akashi says, careful of his words.
âIâm sorry⊠Rindou⊠Ran,â you say looking down, in a low tone, your voice still scratchy.
âWhat was that? It was hardly sincere and he could at least talk loud enough for me to understand,â Ran complains.
Seeing Akashi give you a look, you knowingly sigh. Looking up at Ran in the eyes, hatefully âI'm sorry⊠Ranâ louder, hearing the anger and strain almost raspyness. Then turning to his brother, calming yourself, you softly say âSorry,â being earnest.
Just as the older brother is about to say something, Akashi cuts him off saying âRan,â in a warning tone. Ran ends up rolling his eyes, and he leans back more on the couch.
âNow Y/NâŠâ You hear Mikey say, grabbing everyone's attention.
âDo you or Kakucho want to explain what happened today? Especially for you to lose your temper like that?â He asks intrigued about what happened, he has not normally shown this much emotion for quite some time, putting everyone more on edge.
Looking at Kakucho in a warning, begging way, for him not to tell them. Kokonoi, being the observant person he is notices. âOh? It must be good to have you looking at Kakucho like thatâŠâ Right when Koko says that all the other's eyes are on you. FuckâŠ. Just greatâŠ. you think.
Looking down, ignoring their stares, waiting for Kakucho to say something.
âToday, Y/N went to the bathroom to grab their hairbrush⊠they were taking a bit longer than normal⊠so I went to see what the problem was⊠and when I looked in the roomâŠâ He pauses, feeling uncomfortable.
âWell hurry up what happened?â âIt canât be âthatâ bad⊠can it?â âJust spit it out already,â âKakuchoâŠâ Mikey says softly, not demanding, but reassuring, and manipulativeïżœïżœ he can be gentle.. When he wants toâŠ
Kakucho then takes out the pill bottle, tossing it to Sanzu only for it to be caught, by Akashi. âI found him about to take the rest of the pills in the bottle,â he finally says. Sanzu starts to pale, knowing heâs in trouble.
Everyone else, looks at Sanzu, like they're about to kill him⊠I wouldnât be against thatâŠ
âThe rest of these you say Kakucho? SanzuâŠJust 5 at once would have killed them⊠Nevertheless the rest of this bottle⊠you were carelessâŠ" Akashi says looking at Sanzu, but then he continues.
"Almost getting Y/N killed⊠But then again... Who knew,â he says now turning to you.
âThey would be so suicidal,â
(IDK HOW TO END THIS... PLZ LMK IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS;))
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He loves your voice. Especially the way your beautiful screams rings throughout the entire house. He knew it was a good idea to get a property away from any form of civilisation. Only he could hear the sweet, sweet sounds you make while he snaps your legs in half. He told you this would happen if you tried to run away. Did you think he was bluffing? Try running away with two broken legs now. He'd love to see how far you'll get. Maybe next time, he will cut them off entirely aswell.
DAZAI, SCARAMOUCHE, CHILDE, SUKUNA, SHIGARAKI, MIKEY, IZANA, MUZAN, DOMUA.
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YANDERE IZANA BE LIKE
EMMA: what do you mean izana is mental?
Y/N: I mean heâs insane, your whole family is.
MIKEY: how so?
Y/n: hes like a dog and wants to give me his findings, so like a dog would give there bone to there owner, he gives me his enemiesïżŒ heads.
SHINICHIRO: what?
Y/N: no cause, he will smile and be all happy about it to, you people seem to think this is some great gift.
MIKEY: you cannot be for real!
Y/N: yeah but atleast i say thank you to izana when he gives me some guys arm, you shits are so rude.
SHINICHIRO: how?
MIKEY: wth do you mean rude?
Y/n: I respect you guys loads, so cause idk what to do with the things he gives me, I keep em in the boxes he gives me in, and leave em outside your house, you never say thank you to me, how rude.
SHINICHIRO: âŠ
MIKEY: âŠ
EMMA: THAT WAS YOU?!?!??
Y/N: Yeah! But no thank you.
MIKEY: YOU OEFT DEAD BODY PARTS OUTSIDE OUR HOUSE AND EXPECT US TO SAY THANK YOU????
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So Iâm like hella new to tumblr so idk if Iâm doing this right but I saw your art and instantly fell in love. God youâre talented. If I may so humbly request, I am dying for a vampire Mikey. đđ» only if you want to of course. Remember to take breaks and tend for your health and happiness above all else.

"Sorry about that... you'll forgive me, riiight?"
I've been hesitant to keep posting my yandere art, but it felt wrong to not finish the vampire turtle art I've been making recently! I mostly postponed it because I didn't have inspiration, and I didn't know what pose I wanted to use for him. But I'm happy I managed to get it done. Thanks for sending in this ask, and please have a nice day!
#random asks <3#yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#yanteetles tellings#yandere rottmnt#obsessive yanderes#rise tmnt#rottmnt x reader#yandere#yandere tmnt#yan rottmnt#yandere tmnt x reader#yandere michaelangelo#yandere mikey#male yandere#yandere art#yandere aesthetic#tw yandere#yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles#yandere thoughts#rottmnt fanart#rottmnt#rottmnt michelangelo#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt art#rottmnt headcanons#mikey x reader#teenage mutant ninja turtles#save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt x reader#yanteetles art
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Punishments
Yan! Rottmnt x Reader Headcanons
Warnings!!
Kidnapping, loss of privacy, being watched, forced touch, unhealthy relationships, abuse, beatings, Obsession, shock collars, and overall yandere and unhealthy topics.
Raphael
Now, he really hates seeing you upset. But, part of him remembers that if you don't learn now you never will, he is an older brother after all.
His punishments aren't near the worst of the bunch. Raph's punishments are more inconvenient than anything, not being allowed to leave his room whatsoever, doing laps around the lair, are the minor ones, they do progress the worst of the action you do.
If you try to run away you lose all and any privacy you had. Zero time alone at all, it's suffocating.
It's time for you to shower? He's right outside the curtain the whole time, he isn't afraid to look in if he hears something out of the ordinary. Bathroom? He's looking away but you can even lose that. Changing? Unless it's undergarments his eyes aren't leaving you.
You aren't allowed to face the door when you two sleep, you're kept facing the wall cradled by Raph, he'll chain you to the bed if he has to.
In summary, privacy loss is one of his most used punishments. He'd never hit you, on purposeâŠ.
Leonardo
Now, he isn't super sure how to punish someone humanely⊠He just isn't sure on how else to get you to listen.
For the little things, like talking back or refusing to do a dumb activity with him, he can be cold or manipulative. He could spit something at you like âReally? All I want to do is love and spend time with you and all you ever do is ignore me or be ungrateful! All I want is to love you, let me love you, dear.â
He will also pinch you for small mistakes, like say you say something he doesn't exactly agree with, Leo will simply pinch, normally on the neck, it works, his pinches hurt like a bitch. Or he'll flick you, those also hurt.
He worries, alot, so if you try to run away?
He throws a fit, screaming, crying the whole ordeal. He will get to you, lock the door on his train car. Yell, so loud your ears ring. Screaming about how mad he is, how you should never do that and how dangerous it is.
In his fit of rage, it will likely get physical.
Maybe grabbing you by the collar⊠throwing you against the wall, screaming at you, he'll kick your legs and bash until they bleed and are bruised.
He didn't mean to, he is just too worried about you, he can't let you leave. No matter how much it hurts.
Donatello
By far he Is the worst, he knows what you did is wrong and won't feel bad, you did this to yourself. It was your choice.
Now, almost all of his punishments are with a shock collar he made, one like he made for Leo awhile ago, but it has different settings and is remote controlled. (He can also control it with his tech gauntlet) Based on what you do is how bad the shock will be, it is normally at a 2 for small mistakes. A quick zap is it.
Now, if you try to escape? That's where it gets bad. What were you thinking?
Once he finds you, you're in big trouble. The collar will go off, the highest setting. Over and over. You'll be lugged back to where you started being shocked and yelled at.
Like his blue coded brother, he isn't too sure how to be humane. Whatever he does, it's gonna leave a mark.
Mikey
He is somewhere along with Raph, he's more disappointed than anything when you mess up badly. He is rare to punish, he doesn't want to see you in pain or upset. It's just hard for him to see. It hurts.
For small mistakes he'll give you a small scolding and that's it. Nothing to scare you. He doesn't want to scare you anymore then he already has.
If you try to escape, he reminds himself that you're human, you're scared. Your world was torn apart by him. He had to be gentle.
He will take you back to the lair, tied up with his mystic chains, leaving no room to squirm. Along with his older brother, you'll lose privacy and with Mikey, you'll be treated like a helpless child.
You can't do anything alone or without help. It's truly embarrassing. You're not allowed to even brush your own hair. Pretty much everything is taken away from you. It sucks.
#tmnt x reader#donatello x reader#rottmnt#yandere donnie#yandere donnie x reader#tmnt fanfiction#yandere rottmnt#yandere leo#yandere raphael#yandere mikey
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Perfect

ctw: Yandere themes ~ explicit nsfw midway
part1 ⊠part2 ⊠part3 ⊠now~ ⊠part5
âIâm just worried about you!â
âYou shouldnât get so close, yaknowâŠâ
âHeâs going to hurt you one of these days!â
Mikey really couldnât 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.
Itâs 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 caredâ really cared for you.
All they wanted to acknowledge was how you never had any free time anymore. âHeâs so clingyâ this, and âcanât we talk alone?â That.
Sure, maybe Mikey hated when you looked at someone other than him for longer than ten seconds. But that didnât make him a bad boyfriend!
âWhatâcha guys talking about?~â 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.
âMorning, Manjiro~â 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. âWhatever, donât come crying to us about it later.â
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 Mikeyâs 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.
âThey donât know nothing,â Mikey waved off your friends before hugging you close. You didnât bother to point out his grammatical mistake. âYou know Iâd never make you cry, right?â He asked with his watery puppy eyes.
Smile so pure, you ruffled the mess of hair on Mikeyâs head. âCourse not.â You agreed.
He loved when you agreed with him. Validated his delusions.
âI canât wait for our next study session~â Mikey sighed in contentment, a soft blush hanging over his features. Your face too caught heat at the taboo mention, in school no less. âT-that was..â you tried coming up with the words that could properly display your thoughts on yesterday, but Mikey loved finishing your sentences for you. âHeavenly. I donât think Iâve ever felt closer to heaven in my life, than I had thenâŠâ
Mikey nuzzled the bridge of his nose into the crook of your exposed neck, regretful he hadnât left any long lasting love bites behind, like he intended. He was too enthralled in other sensations, but tonight, heâd make sure not to be so negligent.
âYouâre so cute,â you giggled at his words of sentiment. âBut donât get spoiled now.â
Mikey narrowed his eyebrows in a pout. âNot fair~â 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 Manjiroâs scalp lovingly. âFine fine~ just be patient. After school, okay?â You affirmed in a soft spoken tone.
Mikey smirked.
He loved how easily you gave in to him.
-ËËâââââ nsfw below ââââ ââââ
âM-maâ! Manjiro..!â You yelled desperately, feeling your legs tense so harshly, you began to shake uncontrollably. âPl-please, I-Iâmâ!â
But your voice only fueled the desire that flooded Mikeyâs 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, heâs been infatuated.
Exploring his tongue over the bundle of nerves, he tried everything, til his hearts content. Shallow licks, slow at first, until he crescendoâd 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 youâd 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 heâd done this. âI-Iâm sensitive..! You canât-â 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. âAhh!ââ
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 couldnât 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.
âM-Mikey! Gonnaâ..â 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 Manjiroâs 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 closerâ 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 couldnât.
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 heâd 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.
âManjiroâŠâ 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.
âYouâre so perfect.â
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.
#is it too explicit?#tokyo revengers#tokyo rev#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo rev x y/n#Tokyo revengers smut#yandere#soft yandere#yandere mikey#toman mikey#Manjiro#Manjiro sano#manjiro sano imagines#sano manjiro smut#manjiro smut#manjiro sano x reader#tokyo revengers mikey#mikey sano#mikey smut#mikey x reader#manjiro x reader#tokyo revengers sano manjiro
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Ride or Die

Warnings = mentions of non-conđ , captivity, false hope, infantilization, use of guns, killing/murder
Pairings = Bonten x fem! reader
Summary = Meeting them was a mistake. A fatal mistake on your end. Now you're trapped in their operation.
Word count = 5.7k words

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Youâre running, but youâre not fast enough. Theyâre probably just right behind you. You had no idea what you were going to do even if you were to escape; there was no safe house waiting for you whatsoever.
Who are they? And why are they chasing you?
Ah rightâ Mikey and his lackeys.Â
He probably had hundreds, but none come close to Kokonoi, Sanzu, Mochi, Kakucho, Takeomi and those freak siblings, Ran & Rindou. They were practically a package, if you messed with one of them, you messed with the others.
You couldnât remember, but it was Kakucho? Maybe he was the one that offered you a job at his company. It was a simple task really, just be there for a few days of the week, not even everyday.Â
Seemed easy enough, but that was your mistake for thinking that it was just an innocent job. The job being having their cocks shoved deep inside your throat or deep inside you 24/7. Believe it or not, it felt kind of weird when you didnât have something inside you. It was just the effect of it overtime.
Ever since the day you crossed paths with them, your life just seems to keep getting worse. From how controlling they get to how possessive they are over you, it was annoying.
You swore you could count how many times they let you out of the office with just one hand, and it was only three times. One was for clothes shopping and even then they bought a huge amount of clothes for you at once to avoid any unnecessary shopping trips.Â
You still felt that lingering feeling of their touches, even if it happened long ago. The way their hands just seemed to invade any non-existent boundaries just seemed to make you even more uncomfortable than you already were.Â
You remembered how you begged to let them let you put your clothes on by yourself. It was like they were convinced you couldnât be trusted to do simple tasks, it was like they were convinced you were a child of some sort.Â
âStop it, I can do it myself. Just let me go in the changing room, itâs not like I have any chance to escape,â you complain to Ran, even though you knew the argument was only going to come in from one ear and exit the other ear.
âHmm? Iâm just tryna help, just let me help you,â he says with an iron grip on the door of the changing room, not allowing you to close it.
And after that, the memory just blurs⊠but you just canât shake off the uncomfortable feeling.
That time was also the time they implemented an âunwrittenâ rule of giving you 0 privacy. Whether itâd be showering, changing clothes, or even sleeping⊠one of them always had to be beside you, breathing down your neck as you did simple activities.
It didnât happen all the time, but it happened most of the time. They did it mostly to annoy you if anything, they knew how you hated having no time for yourself, but technically, everyone hates it.
The second time was to have you trick their client into believing that they arenât being threatened. The same way they had tricked you into believing that they were trust-worthy.
âS-sir please, they arenât dangerous at all!â the lies spill from your mouth.
You had felt bad for the man; actually you felt bad for anyone who had the bad fortune of getting anywhere near Bonten.Â
âYouâre clearly just as messed up as all the others! How could a sweet woman like you fall for their type of behaviour!â he spat out, each word hitting you like a sharp blade to the chest.
You could see the disappointment in his eyes. You felt like a daughter who just got scolded for failing the recent math test. Speaking of tests, the third and last time was⊠a test as well.
In some sick way, they all had collectively agreed to give you that false hope. The false hope of believing that you were able to be free.Â
You remembered it like it was yesterday. The door was wide-open, well not really. But that day, there werenât any guards stationed near the entrance, and none of them were seen. You shouldâve known. After all those weeks and months of carefully watching you, why would you be left alone all of a sudden?
You remembered the series of events. It started when you stood in the common room, looking through the shelves on the walls, the furniture, and the decor. They barely bothered to give you any sort of entertainment. They hadnât let you have a phone, tablet, nor a laptop. Actually, they didnât let you have anything.
The boredom drove you crazy; it was pure torture. That was when you started fidgeting with the door⊠and you realised.Â
The door wasnât locked⊠it was unlocked.Â
You looked around at the surroundings, a lump starting to form in your throat. The usual watchful eyes, the always-present guards were all gone, as if theyâve dissipated into thin air. The hallway stretched before you, eerily silent, untouched by the suffocating presence that had come with your every move for months.
For the first time, there was no one. No lingering figures in the corners, no distant murmurs of conversation, no sharp clicks of your dress shoes against the polished floors. Just stillness.
And that was when the thought crept in, fragile and dangerous.
âI could be free.â
The possibility lodged itself in your chest, a spark of hope so reckless it almost hurt. Your fingers twitched at your sides, your body was torn between instinct and disbelief. It had to be a trick. It had to be.
But what if it wasnât?
What ifâ by some impossible twist of fateâ they had finally let their guard down?
But, no, of course they didnât. They had given you that chance just to mess with you.Â
You remembered the aftermath of the âescapeâ. You remembered how they held you down and raped you. They claimed that it was a necessary lesson for you.
You remembered how you whimpered, begged, and screamed for them. The memory still rung in your head like a death knell.Â
And, even after that, you dared to try and escape again. Thatâs what youâre doing now. Youâve been trapped long enough to know that theyâve probably added drastic measures just in case you got too far but you highly doubted it was that bad.
The premises was a mix of an apartment and a work building. Half of it was dedicated to tending to business and the other half was for living in. And you had the oh so unfortunate experience of living in it.
Well, whatever, youâre here now.Â
People say ârun like a girlâ means to run for your life. And you agree with that. The way youâre running right now was like a crazed lunatic on drugs. Your lungs were on fire. Your legs were on fire. Everything was on fire. You disagreed with alcohol, but the way it burned your tongue helped burn away the pain.
You werenât planning to escape right now, but you were planning to escape. The reason you despised school and having a nine-to-five job is because of how suffocating it felt. This is how you feel now and forever with them.
As mentioned before, youâve tried to run so, so many timesâ yet they keep capturing you and bringing you back.
They were like annoying mosquitos who chased you around for blood, never able to leave you alone and similarly, hunting you down for blood. The only difference being their motive.
You lost track of time ever since you started running. Last time you checked it was 7.50 AM in the morning and you just finished breakfast with the same group of people who kept you captive.
It was like hell.
âDarling, why havenât you eaten anythingâŠ? We are soooo worried about you,â Sanzu joked, earning a chuckle from all the other members.Â
âYou should eat. We spent good money on the food.â firmly stated by Mikey. He was never like the others. He always had that intense, serious, terrifying aura surrounding him at all timesâ but donât get it twisted, he was just as messed up.
âFuck you.â you thought to yourself, but, oh, how badly you wanted to say it to them.Â
All you hadâ no, canâ do right now was just to focus on running. You had managed to run all the way onto the main road. You threw your arms up high in the air around in hopes of gaining any driverâs attention, and luckily you did.
As soon as the door to the red pickup truck opened, you quickly blurted out: âPlease, take me far, far away from here.â
âDo what the lady says fool, DRIVE.â a lady from the back suddenly appeared out of nowhere and said. She had beautiful, shiny, blonde hair travelling down her back and her lips were the perfect shade of pink⊠okay get yourself straight now.
âAlright! Calm it down a notch wouldâcha?â he says, each word being spit out.Â
Breathlessly and shockingly, you managed to mutter a small âThank you so muchâŠâ.
âNo worries! Whatâs it all about anyway? Runninâ from yer parents?â she asks.
âNo⊠no⊠nothing of that sort. Iâm⊠just running from anâŠoohâŠ! Wait a second⊠let me catch my breathâŠâ you gasp.
âItâs alright, just take your time,â the man in the driver seat replies.
Your gaze drops down, scanning your legs. The place was isolated, it was practically in the middle of nowhere, but not really⊠rather, it was in the middle of the woods. A few seconds of silence passed by to let yourself collect your thoughts and scene of events.
Wait⊠what even happened?
What date is today anyway?
All you remembered was seeing a job offer at⊠Bonten⊠building? There was a job interview for you on July 28th, 2017. You accepted it⊠and⊠wait what happened?Â
â
Around 6 months ago~
Your heels clicked sharply against the polished marble floor, each step measured exactly the same distance from one another and deliberate as you approached the receptionistâs desk. Yes, it mightâve been a bit too extra but you might as well since youâve already gone through and through with all the other preparations.
Today, you had actually left behind your usual overstuffed purse to minimize the risk of dropping your bag and letting all the contents fall out and also for a lesser chance of drawing unwanted attention since having an extremely full bag did somewhat draw attention to you in an expected yet unexpected way.
You were dressed in a fitted black blazer to what people would say âover-ironedâ white, buttoned shirt. Every piece of your outfit was meticulously chosen to show that you were there for business. A tight pencil skirt hugged your form, perfectly cinched at the waist by a thin belt and even your hair and makeup were flawless, every detail put together for the sake of looking professional.Â
Click. Click. Click.
âGood evening maâam, do you know where to meet uhmm⊠Kakucho Hitto?â you ask her.
Her eyes darken before she looks up at you. Her eyes seemed dull, as if there were no emotions behind her. Well, now you understand why.Â
You shouldâve noticed how her demeanor was back then. You couldâve chalked it up to just a âbad dayâ, but they way she acted was abnormal.Â
âYes, heâ I mean Boss Kakucho is on floor 10, third room to the right.â she firmly states.
âThank youâŠâ you gratefully say to her.Â
Ding!
The elevator doors slide open smoothly with a quiet chime following it, and you walk in. Oh, thereâs also another person. He had⊠red and white eyes? It was rare enough to see someone with heterochromia let alone see someone with red eyes and/or white eyes only.
"She said the third room to the right⊠right?" you mutter to yourself, forgetting about the man beside you in the elevator.
A low chuckle comes from him, but barely hear-able from the low hum of the elevator. But you still shift your head towards him, locking gazes.
"Talking to yourself, huh?" His voice is smooth, but thereâs something in his tone that makes your skin get goosebumps.
You stiffen slightly before forcing a small laugh. "Oh, yeah⊠Just making sure I donât get lost."
His gaze lingers on you, dark eyes sharp and unreadable. "Third room to the right. Floor 10." A pause. "That means you're going to Kakucho's office."
You blink your eyes at him. "Uh⊠yeah. Do you know him?"
Thereâs a sudden, well not really sudden, shift in the airâ a suffocating one at that, itâs subtle but inescapable. He exhales, tilting his head just enough for the overhead lights to cast a small ray of light along his sharp features.Â
"OhâŠ" he says. "Thatâs me."
The elevator dings. The doors slide open. But for some reason, you donât move.
It reveals a long and narrow hallway lined with the same identical doors everywhere. The dim lights above cast small, faint shadows along the walls. It somehow made the area feel both like an endless void and yet⊠claustrophobic at the same time.
âCome with me,â he states firmly, ordering you. You do follow him and to your luck, the interview went smoothly.Â
Thatâs why you came back, no?
Now that youâre thinking about it, you werenât lucky at all.
â
Once youâve gathered everything in chronological order, the story comes out like a word vomit.Â
âU-ugh⊠So it StartsWithMeGettingAJobInterviewAndIGotTheJobButTurnsOutTheWholeCompanyWasJustAHugeMafiaThingOrSomethingAndAfterThatâŠâ
And it continuesâŠ
With every word spilling out of your mouth, the two other people in the car just look even more shocked. You swore their jaws only dropped further on the ground as the story-telling went on.Â
âW-wait⊠so youâre running away from⊠them right now?â she clarifies with you. She doesnât seem too confused about the story since, itâs just basically torture on your end.Â
âYES!â you say to her, glad that she understands for the most part.
âS-should we⊠call the copsâŠ?â the guy asks, looking concerned as hell.
You stare at him for a while, completely unresponsive. Then, you swallowed the lump growing in your throat. âN-no⊠you canât do that. If I get caught again, itâs going to be even worse if the cops get involved.â.Â
âDude! This is crazy. I feel like itâll get worse if the cops DONâT get involved?â the guy asks, slightly laughing at your logic. He takes his arms off the steering wheel for a while to show his shock and turns his body to you.
Your body jolts at the unexpected rise of volume. âI get it but look, I-Iâm sorry⊠but I donât want this to get worse!â
âGirl, youâre absolutely delusional if you donât think we are gonna call the cops.â she says before whipping out her phone from her purse.
âWaitâ noâ stop!â you yell. Instinctively, you try to jump to the backseat to rip her phone from her hands.
âHey! What the hell?!â the guy screams as your sudden shove jerks the wheel, causing the car to go into a wild, sudden swerve.
SCREEECHâ SKRRRTTâ
The tires shriek against the pavement, the entire vehicle violently turning left, then right, then left againâ nearly spinning out of control. The force slams you against the door roughly, your heart starting to hammer against your chest as the car skids dangerously close to the separator thing in the middle.
âWHAT ARE YOU DOING?!â he shouts as he tries to regain control of the car. His grip starts to tighten around the wheel, causing his knuckles to turn white from gripping the wheel.
âUghâ! Just let us help you!â she shrieks, trying to loosen your grip on her wrist.Â
âNo! Y-you canât!â you yell back at her.
âGIRLS STOP IT!â the driver screams loudly. The outsiders probably heard it too.
âAlright fine, we wonât call the cops. Well, not until we find you somewhere safe.â the girl subsides.
âThank youâŠâ you say, going back to your seating position and crossing your arms angrily.
The car goes quiet for a few moments, all of you sharing the awkward moment. The only sound you could hear at this point was the hum of the car engines and the honking and yelling from the outside.Â
The silence was unnerving, but it was probably best that no one talked at the moment.Â
That was until you let out a sigh and finally muttered a response. âFine⊠you guys promise to call the cops when I get to a safeââ
Then an impact came out of nowhere. One second, the streets were quiet with just the quiet sounds of the road along with the car and suddenly, the next being a pair of headlights cut through the dark, and thenâ
A huge crash.
The vehicle fell sideways. Metal screeched against the cemented ground. Glass exploded, sending shards everywhere. The seatbelt went deeper into your chest, locking you in place as the car spun out of control before slamming to a stop.
For a moment, there was only the ringing in their ears. The scent of burnt rubber. The weight of shock pressing down on their ribs.
Thenâ footsteps. They were heavy, terrifying.
A silhouette approached through the haze of broken headlights, the soft click of a lighter from the silence. The fiery glow of a cigarette revealed a familiar emblem embroidered in black.
Bonten. It was them.
Your stomach dropped. This wasnât just an accident, no, this was your kidnapping version two.
â
You woke up with a bag over your head. You could tell the room was empty with how any small sound was echoing since there was nothing to absorb the sound, only the walls reflecting it.
Your wrists were tied behind your back and so were your ankles. They were starting to hurt with just how tight they were around your joints. The ropes seemed to be those huge, heavy ropes that you would use on a farm animal rather than a human. There were sharp strands standing astray from the pack, sharply rubbing against your skin. Itâs going to hurt, just like their usual trademark.Â
You tried to jump up, but the only result was an echo of the metal chair moving.Â
Thenâ the door locks clicked.
âGet in quicker, you dumb whore.â Rindou orders. Youâre sure it was Rindou, the voice matched his and so do the words.
âAlright, alright! Just be nicerâ Iâm a fragile girl okay?!â a female voice yells back.
The bag is ripped off your head, and now you can see. You can see the girl from before kneeled in front of you, her hands tied behind her back as well. Shit.
âHey!â you jump. âP-p-p-please donât hurt her!â
Ran moves over to you, hands moving above your head⊠and it goes down⊠and again⊠and again⊠in a stroking pattern. It mightâve been lovely⊠if only not for the situation. Then, he leans down to your ear to whisper, âYâknow⊠you shouldâve just obeyed our rules.â
Right. Their three âsimpleâ rules. Donât escape, donât disobey orders, and donât do anything without one of them being present.
Click.
The sound of a gun.
And it was pressed onto her temple.
âAny last words to her?â Sanzu asks, his finger on the trigger.
âW-wait! Iâll do anything!â you suddenly yell out.
âOhohoh⊠you really think you can do that nowâŠ? Itâs far far too late for that now, darling.â Sanzu says, sadistic eyes drilling holes into you.
Shoot. What are you supposed to do? Someone who wasnât supposed to get involved got involved and now theyâre held at gunpoint while you were bound onto a chair, unable to help them.
Your breath hitched as you struggled against the restraints, the rope starting to drill into your wrists. Panic clawed at your chest, drowning out every rational thought. She was innocent, shaking⊠and she squeezed her eyes shut, her entire body trembling under the cold press of Sanzuâs gun.
âPleaseââ you choked out, voice raw with desperation. âPlease, sheâs not involved! This has nothing to do with her!â
Sanzuâs lips curled into a grin, his finger teasing the trigger. âOh, but she is now,â he sings, tilting his head. âAnd whose fault is that?â
You.
Itâs your fault.
Your mistake.
Your punishment.
âPlease,â you whisper, throat tight. âIâll take whatever you want. Just let her go.â
Ran lets out an amused hum, his hand still lazily stroking your head like you were some pet begging for mercy. âThatâs cute,â he murmurs. âBut you know the rules. No disobedience. No escaping. No acting without one of us.â
He clicks his tongue, and his grip tightens in your hair, yanking your head back painfully. âAnd you broke every single one.â
Sanzuâs laugh is light, almost playful. âItâs a shame, really. She seems so⊠sweet.â He leans down, his voice dripping mock sympathy. âGo on. Say your goodbyes.â
Tears burn in your eyes. âPleaseâŠâ
Your voice cracks.
Sanzu sighs. Thenâ
Click.
Bang.
The sound rips through the air like a whip, and for a second, time stops.
A scream lodges in your throat. Blood splatters all over. Itâs warm, sticky and all over your skin, and when you force your eyes open, your stomach turns to ice.
The girl slumps forward, motionless.
Sanzu hums, spinning his gun on his finger as if he didnât just pull the trigger. âOops,â he chuckles. âGuess you were too late.â
Ran releases your hair, letting your head drop. The weight of the moment crushes you, suffocating, unbearable.
Then, a hand cups your cheekâ gentle, almost tender. You flinch.
âShhh,â Ran coos, tilting your face up to meet his violet eyes. âYou brought this on yourself, sweetheart.â
Sanzu crouches in front of you, resting his gun under your chin, forcing you to look at him through blurry, tear-filled eyes.
âNow,â he purrs, âletâs talk aboutâŠâ Sanzu moves towards the door, pressing the door handle and opening the door.
It was to reveal the other guy. The guy who was supposed to drive you to safety. But only because you demanded him to. Howâd you get 2 people killed in less than a day?
Sanzu grins, stepping aside to let the man stumble in. He was barely standing. Blood dripped from several spots on his head, staining the collar of his shirt. His breaths were ragged, uneven, as if he had been beaten within an inch of his life before being dragged here like a trophy.
"Look who we found at the scene lurking around," Rindou drawls from behind him, arms crossed. "He was trying to escape but⊠he was not very subtle, was he?"
Your stomach churns. He wasnât supposed to get caught. He was supposed to be long gone out of this hellhole, far away from them. And yet, here he was.
The man lifts his head, eyes meeting yours. Defeated.
Broken.
Sanzu leans against the chair youâre tied to, sighing dramatically. âNow, I am gonna let this slide. Maybe teach you a little lesson and send you back to your pretty little room.â His fingers trail along the side of your face before he grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look at the man. âBut then you had to go and involve him too. How greedy.â
âSanzu,â you whisper, voice barely audible. âPlease.â
He pouts mockingly. âAw, you sound so sad.â He spins the gun between his fingers before pointing it at your driver. "You already lost one. Think you can handle losing another?"
Ran chuckles, draping an arm over your shoulders. "Or maybe," he muses, "we make this interesting. How about a little⊠choice?"
Sanzu grins, eyes glinting with something wicked. "Yeah. That sounds fun." He crouches down next to you, tilting his head. "So, what'll it be, sweetheart? Him?" He gestures to the beaten man. "Or you?"
The room feels colder. Your pulse pounds in your ears.
Thereâs no right answer.
There never was.
Because you knew either way, youâd both die. Itâs just theyâd probably let you live longer, just to live with the guilt.
âSo⊠how is it Y/N?â Takeomi asks, his deep raggedy voice echoing through the room.
âShoot me.â you answer, with almost no hesitation.
âWRONG!â Sanzu yells before quickly moving the gun over to him, and pressing the trigger.
Bang.
The shot rings out, sharp and final.
Your body jerks against the restraints, a strangled noise catching in your throat as the man crumples to the floor. Blood pools beneath him, spreading like ink across the cold concrete. His chest shudders onceâ twiceâ before falling still.
Gone.
A choked sob forces its way past your lips. You did this. You led him here. You got him killed.
Sanzu exhales, almost bored, before twirling the gun and slipping it back into his holster. "Tsk, tsk. You really thought weâd let you choose?" He crouches, tilting his head with a smirk. "Thatâs cute."
Ran clicks his tongue, brushing a hand through his hair before crouching next to you. His fingers brush your cheek, almost affectionate. Almost. "See, sweetheart, it was never about the choice. It was about watching you break."
And you were.
Piece by piece.
Sanzu claps his hands together, standing back up. "Now that the funâs over, letâs move on, yeah?" He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.Â
His grin stretches wider, wicked and sharp. "Youâre ours. You always were. And after this? You always will be."
Ran hums in agreement, brushing a stray tear from your cheek. "Now, be a good girl and behave, alright?"
You donât answer. You canât.
Because you canât escape.
Then, the door opens once again. Itâs Kakucho.
âHmm, are you guys done?â his hand still on the handle, he glances shortly at the scene inside the room. âClean it up. Once youâre done, bring her down. Mikey called.â
Then, the door shut behind him.Â
Your breath hitches. Mikey.
The name alone sends a shiver down your spine.
Sanzu clicks his tongue, rocking back on his heels before standing up. âWell, you heard him,â he sighs, rolling his shoulders. âLetâs get this over with.â
Ran hums, giving your face one last slow, mocking pat before standing as well. âWe should make her presentable first,â he muses, glancing at the blood smeared across your face. âMikey wonât like her looking like a mess.â
You barely register their words. Your ears are still ringing, your body trembling as you stare at the lifeless body in front of you.
Itâs over. Heâs gone.
Because of you.
A hand grips your arm, yanking you forward. You stumble, legs barely holding you up as Ran steadies you with an almost gentle touch.
âCome on now, sweetheart,â he murmurs, voice deceptively soft. âLetâs not keep Mikey waiting.â
Sanzu only grins, eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement. âOh, I canât wait to see what he has planned for you.â
And as they drag you out of the room, past the blood, past the bodies.
â
Somehow, their definition of making you presentable was putting you in a super see-through, lacy lingerie. It was a shade of pastel pink, and had a beautiful motive⊠itâs just the situation wasnât as pretty.
The humiliation burns hot inside you, itâs hotter than the fear.
Sanzu lets out a low whistle, arms crossed as he leans against the wall. âDamn, sweetheart,â he chuckles. âYou clean up nice.â
Ran smirks, tugging at the delicate lace strap on your shoulder before letting it snap back against your skin. âMikeyâs gonna love this.â
You swallow down the lump in your throat, glaring at them despite the helplessness weighing you down. Your arms are bound, your body exposed, and yet, they look at you like youâre nothing but entertainment.
âYou bastards,â you seethe, voice trembling.
Sanzu only grins wider, stepping closer until the cold barrel of his gun rests under your chin again. He tilts your head up, forcing you to meet his manic gaze.
âYou really donât get it, do you?â he purrs, voice sickly sweet. âYou stopped being in control the second you thought you could defy us.â
Ran sighs, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeve. âEnough playing around. Letâs go.â
Then, without warning, they grab you, forcing you forward. You stumble, the cold air prickling against your exposed skin.
You go down the halls, then down the stairs. And when the doors swing openâŠ
Mikey is waiting.
You expect to be slapped, beaten, punched, but no. He doesnât do any of that. Instead, he brings you out into the cold, dark night. Seeing the dark forest in front of you reminded you of the escape attempts.
His touch is rough, unforgiving. He releases you from his grip and pushes you out past the threshold. You stare out at the forest.
The forest is darkâ suffocatingly so. The thick cluster of leaves letting small traces of moonlight through the dense branches. The air is humid and thick with the scent of earth, soil and death. The smell was the kind of smell that holds onto you and makes itself at home in your lungs.Â
The ground beneath is uneven. Roots coming out from underground and damp leaves creating uneven bumps on the ground. Twisted branches reaching out reminded you of your own fingers reaching out for help. They create shadows that move along with the faint flickers of movement, never failing to frighten you everytime.
Itâs silent. But the silence isnât empty. Itâs laced with something, something just out of reach. Itâs the kind of silence that makes the hairs stand up, one that messes your head up. Itâs the kind of darkness that doesnât just hide things. Itâs like swallowing anything and anyone to enter whole.
You could barely see anything through the darkness, but those are the things you remembered from the many times you ran through the forest. It was kind of like your second home at that point.Â
Nonetheless, you were still far too shocked from before.
âW-what the hell d-d-do you want me to doâŠ?â you ask, shivering since the sheer clothing didnât do much in shielding you from the cold.
âGo. If you wanted to create such a huge scene, then do it. Run. Weâre letting you have one last attempt.â Mikey responds coldly, completely inconsiderate of the situation you were put in before.
âW-whatâŠ?â you ask again. What the hell?
He lets out a loud, disappointing sigh before coming closer to your fallen form. âGo have one last run around the forest before we chain you up.â he pauses before crouching down to meet your eyes. âI have Sanzu, Takeomi, Kokonoi, Ran, Rindou, Mochi and Kakucho waiting out there for you. Once youâre done with your shenanigans, theyâre going to bring you back.â
âH-huhâŠ?â you stare at him in disbelief. âI-I-I-â
âYou-you-you what?â
âI donât want toâŠâ
âDidnât you hear me? Have one last run, go. Iâm not repeating myself anymore.â he says with a finger softly stroking your cheek.
âI-I donât want to⊠I want to stay with you⊠MikeyâŠâ you say defeatedly.
Mikeyâs eyes darken. Something shifts. The moment of forced gentleness vanishes like a wisp of smoke, replaced by something colder, sharper.
His fingers, once ghosting along your cheek, suddenly tangle in your hairâand then he yanks. Hard. Your head snaps back, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as pain blooms along your scalp.
âYou want to stay with me?â he echoes, voice eerily calm, but thereâs a quiet rage simmering beneath it, barely restrained. His grip tightens, pulling your face inches from his. âAfter all that fucking running? After making us chase you down like some pathetic little stray?â
His lips curl, disgust flashing in his darkened gaze. âYou really think saying that now is gonna change anything?â He tugs again. âDonât act helpless now, sweetheart. You werenât so eager to stay when you were trying to claw your way out of here.â
He leans in, voice dropping to a whisper, but itâs anything but gentle. Itâs venomous. âGo run. Make it fun for us. Or do you want me to drag you out there myself?â
âN-no⊠please. I just want to stay with you⊠Iâm sorry.â you pant, shooting pleading eyes up at him in hopes heâll give in.
âFine. Letâs just go back in.â he says, almost too easily. Mikey wasnât one to be persuaded easily.Â
Mikey doesnât say anything as he yanks you forward, his grip bruising against your skin. The night air still lingers on your body, cold and sharp, but it does nothing to stop the suffocating heat crawling up your spine as you step inside. The door slams shut behind you, cutting off the outside world, the last sliver of freedom you had, and replacing it with the suffocating presence of them.
They werenât outside. They werenât waiting. They were here all along.
Sanzu is just sitting lazily in a chair, spinning the gun used to traumatize you between his fingers. Takeomi leans against the wall, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Ran and Rindou are smirking, eyes filled with condescension, like they already knew how this would play out. Mochi says nothing, his presence alone enough to make the room feel smaller. Kakucho stands at the back, watching, always watching.
You feel sick.
The weight of their stares presses down on you, suffocating, humiliating. Because Mikey never intended for you to run. No, he actually let you go. Gave you the chance to run⊠because he knew you wouldnât.
Because you couldnât.
And now, standing in front of them, exposed and weak, it finally hits you.
You never had a chance.
Not against them.
Not against him.
And now, you were right where they wanted you. They had predicted you didnât want to do it.Â
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Thinking about obsessive boyfriends <33
You know something's a lil off about him, but you always try to push it down because he's the best boyfriend you've ever had.
He showers you with gifts, praises you, and listens to your struggles without judgment. Some might say you two have the best relationship.
So, of course you don't realize when people suddenly start withdrawing from you. How their eyes widen in fear when they see your man because you're the only one who doesn't see how dangerous he truly is.
You think it's cute when he gets jealous. When you talk to your friends and he snakes his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as he waits for you to pay attention to him again.
And when he gets you alone and tilts your chin back, telling you how you're his and he'll never let anyone take you away from him.
Of course there's times you start seeing the signs something's not quiet right, but one kiss and all your worries seem to melt away.
Your boyfriend would never harm you. But the same can't be said about anyone else.
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JJK: Geto, Gojo, Yuta, Choso, Nanami, Megumi, Toge
TR: Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu, Angry, Ran, Rindou, Kakucho, Kisaki, Kazutora
MHA: Izuku, Mirio, Keigo, Shoto, Kirishima, Shinsou
#grimm thirsts#LORD ITS BEEN A WHILE#yandere tokyo revengers#yandere tokyo rev#yandere mha#yandere jjk#yandere mikey#yandere gojo#yandere keigo#yandere bnha x reader#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere jjk x reader#yandere x you#yandere drabble#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere geto#yandere draken#yandere tr x reader#yandere tr#yandere choso#yandere kakucho#yandere kirishima
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M4S

It was quiet⊠too quiet. The leaky pipe making puddles on the floor. The cold, damp air causes goosebumps to perk up on your arms and the hairs to stand up. Trying to move slightly, you hiss at the sharp cuffs as they bite at your raw wrists, the chair groans as you wriggle around in discomfort. Your thighs numb from not moving around, cracking your neck, you whine at the release of tension. The tight ropes giving you some relief when you inhale but cause you to choke up from the smell of bleach. Your ass is sore from the hard, wooden chair as you attempt to wiggle again, get some of the blood flow back into your legs, stretching them feels to hard as the lack of flow makes them feel heavier.
There's a bang upstairs⊠like a gun shot, then a harsh, bloody cry. One of pain and agony, it feels close but.. far? You're tired, hungry.. dazed maybe? Were you drugged? No, maybe it's just the lack of oxygen from the stuffy room, cold enough to be a basement.. but not quiet enough to be soundproof. Screaming might work, then again, alerting your.. kidnappers, won't benefit you, not even a little, but it's all you got. Although before you can even inhale the air there's a door that slams open not too far away from where you're tied up. It sounds broken from the sickening crack you hear reverberate off the walls. The stampede of steps sound angry, aggressive, the harsh groan of the steps and ear-splitting squeak of shoes tells you that much.
There's loud yelling in Japanese, then a sharp slap to your face, your head flies left so hard your neck cramps up, causing a dull pain to shoot through you. The whimper in pain is laughed off by the men⊠men? Maybe two, possibly three but you can't tell for sure. It hurts though, everything hurts, and everything hurts even more when a rough hand grabs a fist-full of your hair and yanks back at the root, causing a scream to rip from your throat, only for a bigger, colder hand to clamp around your throat and squeeze tight. A hand, soft and warm wipes away the sweat from your brow, sliding from your cheek to the fat of your lips and running a thumb? over it, tapping the bottom twice, your jaw dropping for entry, the loose feeling of your jaw is nice, until you feel a cold, hard piece slip between them⊠a gun. The tip of your tongue meets the trigger and you freeze up, attempting to pull away, only for the hand gripping your hair to pull you forward, making you gag on it. There's bile attacking the back of your throat, trying to force it back with a swallow only makes the gun slide deeper, the metal cutting the corners of your lips as your blindfold is pulled off.
"There's no use in pulling back, angel." A man, more on the shorter side, no taller than 5'5, with black hair speaks to you. His voice sound's deep and alluring, you'd go as far as to say sexy if it weren't for the circumstances. He looks similar to his counterpart, the one with white hair, just, not the blonde. The blonde looks the same.. but different? He looked meaner, more provokable, the one with his hand around your throat. The blondes hand tightened when you continued to force yourself away from the gun in the hand of the man with white hair.
There's little strength used to push you back onto the gun, your throat spasming around the intrusive piece of metal. The gag that comes from your throat is loud but muffled at the same time. The hand used to push you further onto the Dessert Eagle -that also has his hand in your hair- is connected to that of a black-haired man, the cut and color really fitting his skin tone and face. He's attractive.. they all are, but, you're still tied up in their basement, the ropes still tight around your abdomen. The prickly fibers on the rope, passing through your thin clothes and leaving an itchy and raw feeling on your skin. The ropes rubbing against the inevitable cuts on your stomach and chest.
The black-haired man leans down, as he pulls your head further back, the quirk of his lips obvious but not genuine. His eyes are the worst, big, black, soulless pits. There's something.. dark, maybe sinister even. Eyes that belong to a killer, not a human being. The eyes of tragedy and sin, not of praise and prayer. He's.. too close, his big black, bottomless eyes, they're scary. Like they can see through you, like theres nothing in them. You can't see a pupil, does he have pupils? He must, but then again, he's not the most⊠normal looking man you've ever met.
You're lost in a daze, the mans dark eyes like a never-ending abyss, that, you don't realize the calling of your name by the three men, that is, until you feel the hand wrapped around your throat -by the long-haired blonde- slap your cheek. Not as hard as you would've guessed but hard enough to snap you out of your daze. The cloudiness of your eyes leaving and the limp state goes away. The redirect of your mind leads you to look at the man with white hair. He has the same dead, black eyes but.. he looks more tired, more exhausted. He looks like skin and bones, the clothes he's wearing hanging off him noticeably.
The man with white hair speaks up, "When one of us asks a question, you answer, not a moment before and certainly not a moment after. Do you understand.. I said, Do. You. Understand?" You give a nod after a moment of hesitance, the pupil of your eyes dilate at the gun. Your whole body is trembling, "are you gonna kill me..?" It comes out as a muffled whimper, around the gun, less of what you planned but suitable nonetheless, given the situation. You wish they didn't hold so much power but.. these men looked dangerous, it would be best to play as submissive as possible.. be their little angel, so to speak.
The white-haired man stares at you for a second, "I won't kill you if⊠you give me what I want, deal?" There's an automatic nod to your head. The glow in your eyes speaks for you, as you try to lean forward ready to give them everything⊠only to freeze at the sadistic grin he -the white-haired man- gives you. The man, slides the gun out of your mouth and uses it to lift your chin, "You eager.. huh, pretty doll?" The fat of your cheeks flush at his words but you don't pull away, not like you were ables to anyway. He -the white-haired man- leans down in-front of your face, "You don't know what I want.. do you babydoll.. huh?" There's an automatic shake of your head, the back down, courtesy of the fear you're feeling. Then comes the tears, the salty water pouring down your cheeks as your throat starts to close up and you start to panic.
There's a quick swap of position, the blonde now stands behind you, with a loose hand around your throat. The black-haired man still has a fist in your hair, but his other hand starts wiping away the tears from your cheeks and rubbing his thumb under your brow to coarse you into a false sense of vulnerability. The white-haired man stays put, the gun still pointed in your face and those dark eyes still glued on you as his hands stay eerily steady.He doesn't seem bothered and you'd bet millions that he's not, this seems to be an everyday occurence for him.
"W- what did you want..?" your voice leaves in a stutter, the sound of a pained whimper, is apparent to the men, that you're terrified. Then again, they could tell by your eyes, the eyes of a scared fawn, just what they like. The blonde speaks up, "We want our money back⊠the same money you and your little boyfriend owe us." There's a confused gargle at the back of your throat as you look up at him. The black-haired man starts chuckling, "C'mon now, princess. I really hope you don't pull the confusion bullshit like everyone else.." You shake your head at them, "I truly don't know what you're talking about, I didn't steal money."
The blondes hand tightened around your throat, the red imprints already stinging, "lying will only make us angry, maybe you should try telling us the truth. You'll get out of here a lot quicker if you do." You shake your head, only for it to be yanked back by the hand in your hair. The hand in your hair starts moving your head in a 'yes' motion and he laughs in your face, leaning closer. "You'll tell us what we want to know, angel?" The man guides your head again, moving it against your will, causing more tears to slip down your cheeks as your cries come out in pained whines because of the hand necklace you were so kindly given, against your will, of course.
The blonde speaks up, "we know you know what money we're talk- what's this, huh?" He pulls out a dime bag of coke from your bra. The reaction is immediate, to start thrashing in the chair again. Causing the black-haired man to lose his grip on your hair and get pushed away. The slap to your thighs are an immediate aftermath, the stinging causes your thighs to twitch open involuntarily. The gunman steps between them, he's close, too close, his breath smells of red bean paste, dorayaki.. maybe? The man slips the gun down from your jugular to your collarbone, leaving a angry red line.
"Please, that's not mine, I'm just⊠holding it for a friend. I- It- please, sir listen." There's a look between the men then a laugh. The black- haired man speaks up, getting close to your ear. "Sir, huh? That a lil'.. kink of yours sweetheart?" There's an immediate look of embarrassment, the dark blush climbing up your neck. The blonde leans down on your right, "oh, she likes that⊠you like this don't you? You like being tied up and having a gun pointed at your head, huh? You're a sick little bitch, you know that?" His hand glides down your clavicle to your stomach, then trailing down to your thighs then gliding his hand back up. The blonde takes out a knife and cuts the restraints on your wrists and ankles, then sheathes it back into his pocket.
"Please⊠it wasn't on me, it was Akamai, I swear, I didn't know, those fucking drugs aren't mine." There's a whine to the plead in your voice, just noticeable for the three⊠men, in front of you. "But, that's not entirely true⊠is it, pretty girl? You knew what your little⊠what? Boyfriend? Was doing, you came with him, is he.. your little..?"He gestures to your clothes. His two brothers behind him also give you curious eyes. Giving you a full once over, staring at your breasts, a little longer then necessary.
There's a look of disgust on your face, "are you calling me a whore??" There's a harsh lash in your tone. There's a chuckle from all three men. "No princess, well.. maybe, I mean look at you, you're dressed like a little slut. I wouldn't be surprised to find that he'd pimp you out?" It's quick- but not quick enough, your attempt to wrangle the throat of the man in front of you is quickly shut down by his twin? Brother? You're still not sure, but they're too similar to just be brothers. Then again, you doubt they'll tell you, if the gun pointed at your head right now tells you anything. BANG.
The bullet speeds past your face, cutting your cheek in the process. There's a slight sting but nothing serious. The bullet hits the drywall behind you, leaving a small hole. The sickly looking man leans down in-front of you and laughs in your face. His breath reeks of sugary treats.
You're yanked out of the chair by your hair, you trip and fall to your knees but the white-haired man continues to drag you to a door, it leads to a smaller room with a bed. The room is bland and cold, there's only a bed, with no sheets or covers.. no pillow and comforter either. The bed itself is small and looks to be covered in.. blood. The fluids on the bed are dried and old, browning in spots and dark red in others.
"Is this where you keep your sex slaves?" There's a chuckle from the blonde and black-haired man but a scoff from the man dragging you by your hair, "we don't keep "sex slaves".. we don't need to. Women pay to have sex with us, angel.. but there's a first for everything. Maybe you're the golden girl, hm?" The man lays you down on the bed and the black-haired man stands next to him. "Yeah, I like her, we'll keep her." The men make the agreement together, disregarding you completely.
"Who are you guys anyway?" There's a silence then a scoff from each men, "you seriously don't know who we are?" You hesitate for a moment, "I know who you guys are, kinda, The Sano brothers⊠that's it, I don't even.. know your names." They all step towards you simultaneously, the white-haired man speaks first.
"I'm Manjiro Sano, the one with black-hair is Jiro Sano and the blonde is Mikey Sano." The white-haired man clarifies. You look between the men. "So, are you guys- Manjiro and Jiro twins?" They nod. Then Mikey walks around his brothers and pushes you down on to the bed.
"We're willing to cut you a deal, sweetheart, sex in exchange for your freedom, we'll have your.. boyfriends head instead, sound good?" He states, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. You look at Mikey then his brothers, nodding your head as you kiss at Mikeys finger-tips. All three men grin and the other two get on the bed as well.
Jiro, pushes you down to climb on top of you. As he starts to kiss up your neck, Manjiro kisses you, pushing his tongue into your mouth as he runs his hand down your stomach, to your thighs and pulls them open. Mikey climbs in-between them, pulling at your pants. He throws them to the side, he takes his thumb and runs it over your clit, through your panties. He slips his index down you clothed slit. There's a wet patch under his fingers and he pats your cunt a couple times.
You whine into the mouth enclosing yours, running your left hand through Jiros hair. Tugging at the black strands, he groans into your neck, biting down a little harder. He pulls back to see the fresh teeth imprints, then he goes back down, he starts to mark other parts of your neck. Mikey licks you through your panties, nipping at the fabric and nuzzles his nose into your clit, causing you to try and jerk away. Mikey grabs you by the thighs and pulls you back down, towards his mouth.
He finally pulls your panties off and swipes the tip of his tongue over your clit, twirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves. Then sucking harshly on it. You pull yourself away from Manjiros mouth, to throw your head back and cry out in ecstasy. The cry is pretty to them, they want- they need more, they're hungry for it. Mikey pulls back from the cunt, there's a quick whine from you but it's cut short when Manjiro kisses you again. Mikey spits on your slit, then uses his index and middle to smear it on your pussy. Making sure to deliver slow, tight circles around your clit. He leans back down to assault your clit again, giving it wet kisses as he slips two fingers inside and scissoring them apart.
There's a hiss of pleasure that escapes through your lips but Manjiro is there to shush you. Jiro pulls back, "we have to make this quick, I have a meeting with Toman in thirty." He states, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down, as he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. Mikey pulls back and also slips his pants and boxers off, as he does that, Manjiro places another kiss on your lips and pulls back. He doesn't undress, he just slips the undergarments below his cock. Then pushes into your mouth, your tongue wrapping around his tip without order.
Mikey leans back to spread your thighs a little wider, he takes his cock in his hand and rubs the tip along your slit, pressing the tip to your clit to circle the nerve before he slides in. The spit providing extra lubrication, as he slips in easily. You look over and make eye-contact with Jiro, the does of your eyes only feeding into your lust as grabs your left hand to wrap it around his cock. Smearing his pre-cum to help jerk him easier.
You're full, so fucking full. You've had sex before but it's never felt this good and you doubt it ever will again. You've never met a man that fills you quite like Mikey and you highly doubt his brothers would disappoint you as well. Judging from how your mouth has to stretch beyond capacity, and how your hand barely fits half-way around Jiros cock. The drugs were worth it, stealing the drugs from Akamai were more worth it then you first thought. You've always wanted to fuck the Sano brothers and if that means framing your money-hungry limp dick boyfriend then so be it.
Jiro moves closer to you and squeezes your hand tighter around his cock, he groans from the pressure and you move your hand faster, twisting your wrist and rubbing your thumb up and down the slit, it causes him to keen over you as he catches himself with his right hand above your head moving his left down to rub at your clit. The added pleasure causes you to squeal around his brothers cock. Your throat spasming around Manjros cock as you attempt to bob your head quicker on his dick. Mikey pulls you closer and pulls both your thighs onto his left shoulder as he fucks you harder, his right hand pressing down on your stomach, as his dick leaves a physical imprint inside you. He gives your left ankle a kiss as he leans his head on your calves, watching as you take his brother down your throat.
Manjiro wraps your hair around his fist as he starts to throat-fuck you. He uses his left hand to wipe away your tears as he rubs his thumb under your right eye. "You're doing so good for us, sweetheart?" You try to nod for him as best you can. He chuckles as you choke from your nodding and gives your right cheek a couple pats before he leans his head back and lowly groans. The sound reverberates around the small, bare room and so does the sound of the bed creaking, occasionally hitting the wall, every now and again.
The body bounces in rapid jerks from the thrusts as all three men fuck you pliant. The gags of your throat sending vibrations through Manjiros cock and he whines. The man looks at you through lidded black eyes. "Tell me now before I finish down your tight throat." There's a rapid nod from your end, you need to feel it slip down your throat, you need to taste him. He nods, letting his head fall back as he cums down your throat. His twin is next, Jiro cumming all over your chest, some getting on your stomach. He breathes heavily as he lazily grins at you, still rubbing tight circles around your clit.
You cum, harder then ever before, harder then you thought possible. Mikey tries to pull out but you shake your head and whine at him, he chuckles at that and pushes all the way to the brim, his balls taut against your ass as he cums inside. He's warm and fills you full, your stomach having a little bump from it, that he so gleefully pushes down on when he pulls out of you, causing the cum the slide out of you. Only for him to use his fingers to slide it back into, with a kiss to the cheek gets up. All three of the men stand up and redress themselves, giving you a smirk as they do so.
Manjiro walks back over to you and pecks your lips and with a peck to the cheeks from Jiro and Mikey, they grant you with the words you've longed to hear, since you saw them that day.
"We're gonna keep you princess.. I hope you don't mind."
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What would happen if yandere boten manjiro fell for a younger but taller than him tourist? Like reader went to japan to explore and enjoy everything that the country had to offer. Bumps into them somehow and in that overly friendly foreigner attitude they stumble to see if manjiro is ok. They donât know much Japanese but know enough to get by.
Oh yessss plz more Tokyo revenger's request~
Yandere Bonten Manjiro "Mikey" Sano
You and Mikey ran into each other completely by accident.
Sanzu had finally persuaded him to go out after a long time.
By the way, it was really close that Sanzu didn't shoot you at that spot.
How dare you bump into his king >:(
However, Mikey would stop him.
You ask if Mikey is okay...
At this point he realizes you are a foreigner.
Mikey wouldn't be able to explain what he was feeling.
But your smile when you hear he's okay awakens a familiar warmth inside him...
Mikey wouldn't have felt this warmth in years.
And then you're gone...
You continued on with your journey and your life and probably didn't think about this encounter after that.
However, on the other hand, Mikey couldn't think of anything else.
Mikey's obsession would only get worse.
Soon he would be unable to think about anything but you.
This would not be good for his mental well-being...
It's already crap so this is not a good sign...
Mikey was determined to get you and no one could stop him.
Bonte's funds would be endless and no questions asked.
When Mikey finds out you're a tourist, he'll be in a hurry.
The kidnapping may not have been part of your Japan travel plans... But it just happened.
Now you're stuck with Mikey.
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FAST AS YOU CAN + BONTEN.
# implications of abuse / manipulation / general yandere themes. âââ
manjiro âmikeyâ sano: overprotective + possessive. (w. clingy traits.)
most likely to have you abducted.
- what comes to define manjiro in his later years is guilt. experiencing so much loss at such an impressionable age has scarred him to such a degree, where mikey's afraid to have anyone closer than at an arms length.
- you're unlucky in this way. where mikey will be sure to have you locked up and kept under a watchful eye, he'll also refuse to strenghten any lasting bond.
- but this relationship won't come to last. at some point mikey will open all of his heart to you, although it's a painstaking process to have him trust that you won't dissappear at any given moment.
- you'll be damned to think that mikey will loosen your restraints, at this point. when he's let his heart go glip, you can kiss any dream of freedom goodbye.
haruchiyo âsanzuâ akashi: possessive + obsessive (w. clingy traits.)
- sanzu wants to eat you alive.
- he's loyal as a dog, which is quick to turn suffocating. incredibly eager to serve, sanzu will stop at nothing to have you satisfied.
- unfortunately, this does not mean he puts your actual wants into consideration.
- instead, haruchiyo uses this so-called 'intuition' to bring out vicious massacres in your honor, vowing to have you shielded from this cruel, cruel world.
kakucho: overprotective.
- kakucho adores you.
- out of any bonten excecutive, you are the most likely to actually build a bond with kakucho, one that won't stem from fear. in spite of this, your free will is scarce.
- kakucho has lost the only person whom he would've actually considered his friend, and this means that you will forever stand as a the only worthy placeholder for izana, someone who kakucho was to protect at all times.
- you differ from izana, however, where kakucho knows that you are weak in comparison to him. you are unfit for the life kakucho has sucked you into, exerting no strength that his late king carried.
takeomi akashi: possessive + self-indulgent.
least likely to have you abducted.
- because of takeomiâs hedonistic tendencies, he cares very little for how you go around your daily life, as long as you return to him when he wishes.
- of course that doesnât mean takeomiâs entirely uncaring, as heâll have his most trusted subordinates keeping track of your every move.
- takeomi expects your outmost loyalty, and youâd be stupid to think that this means youâre allowed to run around with anyone other than him.
kanji âmocchiâ mochizuki: overprotective.
- mocchi likes to believe he is honorable.
- similar to kakucho, he does actually desire an actual bond with you, one where you'll be happy to stay by his side, without the unnecessary force.
- he'll come to find this difficult, however. where kakucho is able to be effortlessly kind and giving with you, you'll most likely be intimated by mocchi's imposing physique, and rough personality.
- although mocchi might find himself dissappointed when you're hiding from him, he'll do his damndest to have you comfortable; all while fighting off the urge to have you forcibly submit to him.
ran haitani: possessive + self-indulgent. (w. clingy traits.)
- where ran stands different from takeomi, is that heâs possessive to a much more personal level.
- takeomi perceives you as something akin to a pet, but ran can somewhat appreciate you as a human being.
- this does not mean that heâll take your feelings in consideration, however. what this belief extends to are your opinions of him, and ran will make sure that he will occupy your mind, as much as you do his.
- ran is smothering. wherever he goes, you go. unfortunately for you, ran doesnât go anywhere, most of the time.
rindou haitani: possessive + controlling.
- rindou believes he owns you.
- being so used to having to share the spotlight with his older brother, rindou quickly comes to find that the world splits in two; what is his and what is ranâs.
- and you best believe that when it comes to you, youâre his.
- because of this skewed belief, rindou views you as an extension of himself, believing he would only be right to exert total control of your every action.
- rindou is quick to turn controlling, meticulous in making you understand that you are his.
hajime kokonoi: over-protective + manipulative.
- similar to mikey, kokonoi's biggest fear comes from loss.
- he'll spend years chasing after someone who's long gone, looking for the gust in the wind that is akane, or in the very least a convincing enough lookalike.
- it's likely he'll find you in this search, but where you will differ, is as much more than a simple solace.
- unlike with mikey, you are given the illusion of choice with kokonoi. koko is manipulative as he is overprotective, willing to have you believe you are able to leave at any point, when you have already been spun into his web.
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Kisses [How would he react to you kissing him first]
â€ïžRaphaelâ€ïž- He would not expect it. Sure he always wanted to kiss you but not like that, but heâs not complaining. Quite the opposite he would most likely ask for anotherâŠand another and another. This would go one for a few minutes and the entire time he would be in pure bliss.Â
-He probably wouldnât be too jealous if you kissed one of his family members (Like if you were patching up Mikey  and jokingly kissed his boo-boo to make it feel better) but if it was someone he didnât know or trust then he would probably talk to you about it and ask you to not do it again.
-His favorite places for you to kiss would probably be the top of his snout/nose or his forehead and maybe his hand (And his eye post movie)
đ©”Leonardođ©”- He did not expect that. He had always said that he was gonna be the one who kissed you first not the other way around. Heâs not complaining or anything, in fact itâs the opposite. He would probably start letting out little churrs and lean towards you wanting more of your perfect kisses.
-It does not matter who it is no one else is worthy of your kisses. Even if it was you kissing an injury on one of his family members, your lips and kisses belong to him and only him. No one else.
-He would probably like it when you kiss his red marks on his eyes. He canât describe it but it feels nice.
đDonatellođ- HIS PLAN!!!! He had everything planned out perfectly, from the place to the exact time down to the second. BUT NOOOOOOO, you had to be your adorable lovable self and ruin it. But he couldnât find it in himself to be mad, not at all. He just melted into you once you kissed him, his little turtle tail was wagging beyond belief at that moment.
-Just like Leo no one deserves your kisses. And he is more than willing to hurt or worse anyone who thinks otherwise. You are his dove after all, his one and only, no one deserved you. Only him.
-He likes it when you kiss his cheeks, lips, and hands. Especially his hands (I imagine his hands to be rough and burnt a little because of all of the mechanics he works with 24/7)
đ§ĄMichelangelođ§Ą- He is in the middle ground of expecting it and also wasnât expecting it. But who was he to complain? He just leaned into you deepening the kiss without a work or sound of complaint.
-Heâs honestly a little of all of his brothers. Sure if you kissed one of his family members he wouldnât mind, maybe kiss you after he seen but thatâs all. But if it was someone who he didnât know or worst someone he didnât like oh boy. Letâs just hope you or someone else stops him before he added another to the list.
-Anywhere. He does not care. As long as your lips are on him, he could die happy.
Should I make a future turtle version of this and maybe add April and Casy Jr?
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