#street racer theme

[vampwoni]

#( 🦇 ) #street racer moodboard #enhypen moodboard #dark moodboard #edgy moodboard #street racer #arctic monkeys #enhypen edgy moodboard #halloween moodboard #ni ki moodboard #heeseung moodboard #jungwon moodboard #sunghoon moodboard #jake moodboard #sunoo moodboard #messy moodboard #gothic moodboard #gothic theme #edgy theme #street racer theme #enhypen layouts #enhypen icons #dark theme #arctic monkeys moodboard #vintage moodboard #aestethic #kpop alternative moodboard #grunge moodboard #carrd moodboard #jay moodboard

[sea-lanterns]

I CAN TAKE ALL FOUR OF THEM AT ONCE—

ON THE HOOD, ON THE TRUNK, ON THE BACK SEAT, ON THE FRONT SEAT, ON YELAN’S LAP, ON DEHYA’S LAP, ON SHENHE’S LAP, ON NILOU’S LAP—

IN CONCLUSION…THEY CAN TAKE ME ANYWHERE 🫡

#🫧thought bubbles #I like how #my street racer au from my star rail blog #somehow predicted the theme of this year’s hoyofair #I am very pleased

[ericshoney]

Thrill Ride Masterlist

Warnings: Mature themes and language, suggestive themes and language, illegal activities, alcohol, smoking/vaping, illegal racing, yandere behaviour, drugging, manipulation, smut.

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Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten (SMUT)

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

Chapter fourteen

Chapter fifteen

Chapter sixteen

Chapter seventeen

Chapter eighteen

Chapter nineteen

Chapter twenty (end)

#kpop #au #mafia #street racing #street racer #kpop fanfic #the boyz #the boyz au #the boyz fanfic #the boyz street racer #fem!oc #smut #mature themes #swearing #violence #drugs #manipulation #sangyeon #jacob #younghoon #hyunjae #juyeon #kevin #chanhee #changmin #haknyeon #sunwoo #eric #dark themes #smut warning

[meekosthemeparkphotos]

Candlehead

#Candlehead #Sugar Rush Racers #Wreck It Ralph #Characters #Disney Characters #Halloween #Disney Halloween #Main Street USA #Magic Kingdom #theme park #Disney #Walt Disney World #WDW

[bunnyhugs77]

Tokyo Drift

Pairing: Street Racer! Jungkook x CEO Daughter! Reader 

Word Count: 2.1k

Content Warning: street racing, sneaking out (even though oc is 21), jungkook is secretly whipped, secret relationship, sexual themes, talks about getting a tattoo, speeding, oc wears pretty skirts, victory lap.

Other Content: size kink, manhandling, oral sex (f! receiving), just porn without plot tbh, oc has big titties, oc squirts, wall sex, strength kink, teasing, crying, fingering, sloppy makeout sesh on the hood of jungkook’s car ;) 

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"I’m serious, Y/n. I want you staying home tonight, I don’t want you anywhere near all that reckless street racing.” Your father instructs but it was going in one ear and right out the other. 

“Daddy, they’re not reckless, they know what they’re doing--” He rolls his eyes as you tried to reason with him.

“Bullshit, Y/n. If they really knew what they were doing, putting their lives in danger just for some cash, they would have realized by now it's idiotic and pointless.” He shakes his head as he approaches your bedroom door, “Do not leave this house.” That’s the the last thing he says to you before shutting your door behind him. 

You could not believe him, you’re twenty one for god’s sake, twenty-two in a few weeks actually, he couldn’t boss you around like you were still a kid. Despite his words, you waited up like you usually did, this was not the first time you had this argument after all. 

You waited until all the house lights were turned off and you made your way down the grand staircase that posed as an inconvenience to you in the dark while you headed for the front door; assuring the alarm was silent for your escape. 

Finally free, you took a breath of fresh air as you got into your custom porsche parked right outside the house. You’re unable to deny yourself of the bubbling excitement that grew in your stomach as you got closer to the parking lot of the diner where the cars typically met up on race night. 

Your car was practically nothing compared to the others on the lot; you took note of this as you stepped through the array of cars until you found who you were looking for, leaned up against the hood of his sleek black and blue corvette. 

You failed to contain the smile that spread across your face the moment you saw him, “hey princess,” he gently cups your face in his hand, straightening his posture before leaning down to peck your lips. 

A cool night breeze flew past the both of you causing you to shiver slightly, his eyes analyzed your clothing, mini skirt and an off-the-shoulder top. His face immediately washed over in concern as he took your hand in his, loving how small and warm yours felt in his much larger one. 

“baby, it’s chilly tonight. I don’t want you to get cold.” You couldn’t believe he was real. He was always putting your needs first which is how you found yourselves in the diner’s bathroom, door locked, skirt pushed up and your ass on the edge of the sink with his hands on your hips as he kissed you deeply. 

Your hands roaming over each other’s bodies radiating with more desperation and need for one another the longer you were in each other’s presence. “j-jungkook-- your race,” you had to pull yourself back out of his hold in order to look at him straight, your hair was already a little disheveled and eyes hazy as you looked at him. 

he takes a look at his watch, a mischievous smile spreading across his red and abused lips, “we’ve got 15 minutes,” he clarifies which still doesn’t have you convinced, “but that’s not--” if only you knew what you were getting yourself into with those words. 

“I can make you cum in forty-five seconds if i wanted to. we have time.” his voice so brash and deep as if it was a growl as he worked at raising your top over your bra before pulling the latter down to let your full tits spill over, 00revealing themselves to him. 

a strangled groan was caught in the back of his throat before he began marking your chest, lips puckering around the buds of your nipples as his tongue lapped over them, sending chills down your spine.

“mmm, feels so good,” you moaned your legs spreading to make more room for him as your hands crawled their way to his hair, tightening their grip as he nipped lightly at your sensitive buds. “you’re so fucking stunning, you know that?” he hums as he kissed down your abdomen where he made sure to leave a trail of hickeys behind. 

he slowly crouched lower to his knees, the sink being the perfect height for his intentions with you. You helped to raise your hips making it easier for him to pull down the soaked fabric of your underwear down your legs. another shiver running down your spine as you watched him pocket them.

“so so pretty, hmm-- my pretty girl.” the vibration of his voice against your bare and exposed cunt sent your legs flying shut to which he kept pried open with one hand. 

“keep your fucking legs open or I won’t let you cum.” the thought of not being able to release the burning heat that built within your core shook you to the bone. you shook your head fearfully, that being the last thing you wanted but you couldn’t seem to move at the sensation of his wet, warm tongue working against you. “i’ll be good, p-promise,”

“i know you’ll be good, you’re always such a good girl for me,” he coos before continuing his sinful attack on your pussy with his mouth. your vocabulary was failing you as you his tongue flicked over your bud, lapping up at your folds, he was so fucking filthy with his tongue it had your eyes rolling back.

 Your eyes tightened in his hair eliciting a deep groan to erupt from him which felt like it was bouncing off the walls of your cunt. “fuck- jungkook-” 

“feels so good,” you say breathlessly, feeling as though he was eating you out within an inch of your life. he chuckled darkly, looking up only to be met with the sight of your head hanging back, with one hand in his hair and the other gripping the edge of the sink for dear life. 

the feeling of his tongue prodding at your entrance had your legs shaking, welcoming an indescribable feeling to consume you before you could even identify it, “s-stop stop-- gonna” you weren’t the only one caught off guard by your orgasm, you’re sure jungkook would’ve liked more time to prepare before you squirted on his face. 

He pulls away from you slowly, not breaking the eye contact he had with your sopping cunt. “holy shit, y/n. did you just--” your face was red in embarrassment, “i’m sorry--” before your apology could even fully leave your lips jungkook had risen to his feet, manhandling to get you off the sink and against the nearest wall. 

you’ve never seen this look before, as if he wanted to consume you whole. “don’t fucking apologize. that was so hot-- shit, do you feel what you do to me?” With one hand holding your leg up by his waist he used his other to guide your free hand to feel his rock hard cock from beneath his jeans. 

your face returned to its previous shade of red. he checked his watch, he was running out of time but he would much rather be balls deep in you than speeding down the street. 

“does your daddy know you’re out here at this time, princess?” he was teasing you, he knows how much your father hates you coming to his races but something about you breaking the rules to support him just makes him strive to see you fucked out all the more. 

the second your mouth opened to respond you feel two fingers plunge into you knowing you were more than wet enough to take it, “hmm? what was that? I didn’t quite catch that?” He laughs wickedly, seeing those familiar tears pool in your eyes, the same ones that drove him insane. “n-no, he doesn’t know-- ah.” you yell at the stretch of his third finger joining the other two. 

“such a bad girl i have here, how disobedient of you.” his teasing was only adding to heat that was burning inside you, bringing you closer and closer to your high before it was ripped away from you along with his fingers.

you whined loudly in protest, “you didn’t think i wasn’t going to fuck you, did you?” he questions you, letting you down for just a moment to pull his jeans down along with his boxers, letting his cock stand tall and proud as it his toned abdomen after he discarded his shirt. 

you watched with a hungry gaze as he pumped himself a few times, sucking in a sharp breath between his teeth before lining himself up with your soaked cunt.  he didn’t have the time to tease but he wished he did. ‘next time’  he thinks to himself. 

it’s a breathtaking stroke, quite literally as it seems to have sucked the air from both of your lungs the moment he bottoms out. your nails leaving intricate details on his back, sure to leave slight welts by tomorrow morning. “fuck y/n, this pussy is a dream.” he groans, his pace picking up significantly, hips jackhammering against you as he holds you up against the wall with both hands under your thighs, gripping them tight enough to leave bruises. 

Sometimes when you don’t get the chance to see each other what really gets him off is the thought of you tattooing his name onto your inner thigh. subconsciously gripping them tighter at the idea. For you, it was thinking about how big and strong he was, the way he could hold you in this position for hours with absolutely no struggle, the thought alone made you clench around him.

“jungkook! slow down,” your words sounded more of a question than an order making him laugh as he knows you’re already feeling a little sensitive after your previous orgasm, “yeah? that’s what you want? want me to move like this?” he slows down, rolling his hips to the pace that it was slow but deep. 

initially he only did it thinking it would piss you off but the way it made you spasm around his length made him reconsider the pace until he remembered how little time he had. leaving you winded as he suddenly resumed his inhumane pace, your tits bouncing like the girls in his wildly explicit animes. 

“j-jungkook, i’m gonna--” in the end it was jungkook’s vocality that brought you to the edge and pushed you over, this time somehow feeling even more powerful than the first with the added sensitivity leaving you screaming.

with your hair all over the place, tits out, and wet cheeks jungkook couldn’t hold himself back from blowing his load, “shit shit shit,” a string of profanities slip past his lips as he reaches his high before coating your velvet walls with his hot cum.

your foreheads rest against each other for just a moment as you catch your breath, coming down from your highs with a few small kisses here and there until reality settles in that jungkook has no more than 2 minutes to get to the starting line.

the two of you had never moved with such speed, you did your best with your slightly altered walk credit to jungkook’s energetic thrusts to your poor pussy.

he made it in the knick of time, you watched from the sidelines in the large crowd as jungkook and his competitor drove up to the line until they were side by side.

there was a girl who stood in the middle of the two cars with her hands high in the air, by the time she brought them back down the two cars had completely vanished, speeding down the strip far out of view.

It was no more than 5 minutes before the high maintenance vehicles came racing back into view, it looked almost as if it was a tie but anyone could see jungkook had crossed the line mere milliseconds before. the cheers roared to fill the street, the people behind you celebrated loudly, music suddenly beginning to play from speakers that others had brought. 

Just as jungkook pulled into the parking lot once again you hardly gave him enough time to park before running towards the vehicle, he stepped out, picking you up from the back of your thighs, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as he spun you around. 

“Congratulations!” you cheered, letting out a small puff of air as you felt him place you on the warm hood of his car, his large hands snaking back down around your waist as he kissed you passionately. It was all adrenaline and tongue, your hands swinging over his shoulders while he deepened the kiss before he pulled away.

“wanna go for a victory lap? let me take you for a ride.” he grins. 

#jungkook #jungkook smut #bts #btssmuts #bts oneshot #jungkook oneshot #jungkook scenarios #bts scenarios #jungkook ff #jungkook fic recs #jungkook fluff #BTS jungkook #jeon jungkook

[madebycloud]

Streets

street racer!jenna ortega x reader — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary: you had no idea your girlfriend was a daredevil on the streets. warnings/themes: street racing (motorcycle), kissing, smoking, and some talkie-talkie at the end cause idk what's the term??? words: 0.9k

The wind howls around you, carrying the scent of burning rubber and the screams of revving engines. You glance down at your phone for what feels like the hundredth time, searching for some explanation as to why your girlfriend wanted to meet here.

Dozens of people stood shoulder to shoulder on the sidewalk, their gaze locked on the road ahead. You wonder what could possibly captivate so many strangers. 

And then you spot it—a row of motorcycles, ready to rumble for pride, for money, or for the sheer thrill of it all. 

A street race.

“Hey baby.”

You turn to face her and are immediately struck by her look: her black leather jacket matches her stylishly messy hair. You blink a few times, trying to gather your thoughts.

Before you can say anything, she starts walking towards you, her eyes locked on yours. “You okay?”

You clear your throat and stammer out an attempt at a response, your heart pounding in your chest. “Uh, yeah, I'm fine. And you?”

Jenna's smirk grows wider as she takes in your awkward reaction, her finger tracing along the lip you're biting. “What?”

You shake your head, trying to focus on something—anything—other than her. “Nothing. You just look...” You trail off, not quite able to find the right words.

Jenna's smirk turns into a full-on grin, and she shrugs lightly before leaning in to kiss you. Your knees go weak as she leans into you, her lips soft and inviting. You lose yourself in the moment, pulling her close as you kiss her back, your hands running through her hair.

When you finally break apart, you ask, “What are we doing here again? Watching the street racers?” You point at the line of bikes waiting to take off.

“You watch me.”

“Wait what? Are you seriously going to-”

“You're going to watch me beat those losers,” Jenna says as she saunters away from you and towards the street racers. You follow her closely, watching her hips sway with each step.

When you catch up, she's already putting on her helmet and gloves.

“Who's that?” you hear a man shout, pointing at Jenna as she stands next to her motorcycle. He raises an eyebrow, curious about the beautiful woman who's about to blow them all away. The light reflecting off his bald head.

You turn to them with a cocky grin on your face. “That's my girl,” you say, pointing to Jenna.

Jenna looks over at you, her eyes smoldering as she gives you one last wink before straddling her bike and revving the engine, which roars to life like a majestic beast.

The man raises his eyebrows, “You're dating her? Nice.” With that, he takes a sip from his drink and turns his attention towards the racing.

She takes off with a burst of speed, shooting forward into the distance like a bullet. The man looks stunned for a moment, and then he lets out a loud cheer, holding his beer bottle in the air.

You hold your breath as she passes each obstacle, each turn, each straightaway, until she reaches the finish line and comes to a slow stop.

“My girl!” you shout, raising your fist in the air.

Meanwhile, the announcer on the mic is listing down the results of the race, with Jenna's name taking the top spot. “And here we have the winner, Jenna Ortega, with a time of 45 seconds in this street race!” The crowd goes wild, cheering for her.

The man beside you looks impressed too. “Looks like you got yourself a real racer there, buddy.”

“Yeah,” you reply, “She's the best.” Jenna is the best of the best, and she's shown it over and over again. 

You walk over to Jenna. “That was amazing!" you exclaim, feeling the energy from the race still coursing through your veins. “Are you okay? You were really flying out there!”

Jenna just chuckles and gives you a mischievous smirk. “Of course, I'm fine. I've done this a million times.” She brushes off a few pieces of dirt from her leather jacket and holds out her hand, inviting you to help her off her motorcycle.

You grab her hand and swing her off the motorcycle. “I had no idea you were such an amazing racer.”

“I've been racing since I was a kid. It's no big deal.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “It is a big deal. You're the best racer I've ever seen.”

Jenna just chuckles again and shrugs, but you can tell she's pleased with your compliment. She grabs her helmet and gloves and sets them on the hood of the motorcycle.

She takes a step closer to you, her eyes locked on yours. She leans in closer, her breath soft on your lips. “Let's celebrate.”

“Obviously,” you answer, enjoying the playful banter between you two. “What do you want?" you ask, curiosity written all over your face.

She bites her lip, her eyes locked with yours, and then, to your surprise, she just smiles. Oh, you know that look all too well. She's not just planning something, she's planning everything. You can't help but chuckle as she leans in even closer.

“You choose,” she whispers, running a finger along your chest.

You look over to the motorcycle and then back to her, your eyes locked with hers. “I don't mind riding both.”

Jenna just laughs and rolls her eyes at you. “Oh, you're such a rascal.”

Notes: now i wanna write street racing au 

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega x you #wednesday #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #tara carpenter x reader #vada cavell x reader

[sokonoi]

LOME KINKTOBER 23'

WARNING! SOME DARK CONTENT

this is my first completed kinktober, enjoy my hard work and procrastination!

anything that’s empty means I haven’t come up with a concept for it.

everything should be posted by 11PM everyday if not ya girl forgot

OCTOBER 1ST : ANAL

simon "GHOST" riley

first time anal w/ simon cw— established relationship + rimming + praise

OCTOBER 2ND : SOMNO

toji fushiguro

toji finally decides to try what you've been discussing cw—established relationship, alluding to cheating, wet dreams, CNC

OCTOBER 3RD : PHONE SEX

hanma shuji

being the shrink of a dangerous man had it's faults cw—therapist!reader + stalkerish behavior

OCTOBER 4TH : POTION

sukuna ryomen

a renowned scientist and his ditzy apprentice cw—beast!sukuna + drugging + body worship

OCTOBER 5TH : SIZE DIFFRENCE

kenpachi zaraki

a bruised kenpachi and his lover cw—injury + fluff + werewolf!kenpachi + switch!reader

OCTOBER 6TH : DOUBLE PENETRATION

gojo satoru + getou suguru

the new married couple across from you, is stranger than you ever imagined cw—open marriage, threesome

OCTOBER 7TH : CHASTITY LOCK

miguel o'hara

miguel is a unknowing flirt and a highly respectable business man who wouldn't want a piece of him cw—punishment, sub!miguel + cum untouched

OCTOBER 8TH : SPANKING

benimaru shinmon

a corrupt priest, trying helplessly to get in your panties. cw—priest!beni + religious corruption

OCTOBER 9TH : TEMP PLAY

byakuya kuchiki

an opportunity to tease the enemy, who could pass on that?

cw—rivals + wax/ice + pain kink

OCTOBER 10TH : MOMMY KINK

choso

choso is way too stressed from work & likes winding down with you cw—praise + tit sucking + handjob

OCTOBER 11TH : A B O

bokuto kotaro

a novice boxer and an alpha with a certain mean streak. was someone you planned to avoid. cw—biting + marking + omega/alpha

OCTOBER 12TH : ORGASM CONTROL

sanzu haruchiyo

a gamble turned sour and your panties turned wet. cw—illegal behavior + blind folding

OCTOBER 13TH : RESTRAINTS

shidou ryusei

fashion mogul with too many eccentric ideas to keep up with cw—rope + creepy photographer!shidou + model!reader

OCTOBER 14TH : MASK

izana kurokawa + kakucho hitto

a cold case of mistaken identity cw—size kink + threesome sort of? + halloween theme

OCTOBER 15TH : LINGRIE

gojo satoru

his own personal doll cw—public sex + praise + fingering

OCTOBER 16TH : PAIN KINK

fat gum

your cute professor and his inexperienced sex life cw—virgin!fatgum + professor!fatgum

OCTOBER 17TH : BRANDING

sukuna ryomen

finding a queen to carry heirs, in those endless lands was hard enough as is. but when a little pet catches his eye, nothing stands in his way from making you his.

cw—peasant!reader, missionary,

OCTOBER 18TH : CAM GIRL

wakatoshi ushijima

his favorite barista and cam girl. cw—masturbation + crushing

OCTOBER 19TH : WITCH

OCTOBER 20TH : ROLEPLAY

miguel o'hara

dr. y/n has a diagnosis: pussyitis contacted with the lack of pussy cw—praise, size kink + stressed!miguel

OCTOBER 21ST : INCCUBUS

mitsuya takashi

only existing in your dreams, until it's disrupted by a stupid wish cw—(f.) receiving + soft!dom

OCTOBER 22ND : TOYS

simon "ghost" riley

ghost was the mundane one in the relationship and very predictable until one of his videos pops up on your phone. cw—camboy!ghost + praise + overstimulation + recording

OCTOBER 23RD : MIRRORS

OCTOBER 24TH : STRIPTEASE

kazutora hanemiya

a simple birthday surprise grows an unknowing love and lust. cw—stripper!reader, college!au

OCTOBER 25TH : CAR SEX

ken ryuguji

a street racer with his eyes on pretty girl

cw—illegal races + (f.) receiving + drug usage

OCTOBER 26TH : VAMPIRE

miguel o'hara

a haunting ball dance accompanied by an uninvited guest cw—vampirism + dracula rip off idk + royal!au

OCTOBER 27TH : MONSTER HUNTER

OCTOBER 28TH : VOYERISM

OCTOBER 29TH : SENSORY DEPRIVATION

OCTOBER 30TH : LEATHER

OCTOBER 31ST : AFTERCARE

#sokonoi/archive #lomé kinktober 23' #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober masterlist #bleach x you #bleach x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #sanzu x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji smut #sukuna x y/n #miguel x y/n #miguel o’hara x reader #shidou smut #blue lock x you #kazutora smut #draken x reader #kakucho x y/n #byukuya x reader #ghost x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyu smut

[neoplatinum]

speed racer | nicha 'minnie' yontararak

summary: after the loss of your mentor, you reconnect with an old friend. also to discuss growing up around each other.

pairing: minnie x street racer!reader

themes: childhood friends to lovers, angst, sad minnie :(, small character 'death', mentions of yuqi

wc: 1.6k

eyes on the road, hand's on the wheels and keep your head leveled. that's what your mentor said to you when he offered to let you drive his road racer when you were thirteen. now at the age of twenty something and the loss of your mentor, you try to keep his teaching in your mind when you race. the only attachment you have left is his modded mk4 supra and a pack of half used cigarettes and lighter from his last days.

no one heard from him since, everyone agreed that he has passed away, but you knew better. that man was resilient and able to get himself even out of the worst situations, so you were confused when his family showed up asking where he had been.

his last words to you were, "drive." but there was nothing left for you here. in a past hobby that led to more injuries than a cash prize, you were determined to leave the street racing scene.

sometimes you race though, whenever minnie calls you to. one of the closest friends you had growing up. growing up around each other whenever her father gave you racing lessons or even just spending dinner together. both of you had grown up orbiting around each other but never collided until her father disappeared.

the funeral procession took place weeks ago, but you couldn't find the strength to attend. instead you opt to take his favorite supra out for a long long ride, reminiscing of his drifting techniques and his shifts. deciding it was the proper way to honor his disappearance, you take his supra out for every weekend.

tonight you find minnie's car out on an overlook as she stares out into the scenery of the distant city. her eyes glossy and arms crossed.

"hey." you start when you step out of her old man's car. she still hasn't registered that there's someone next to her. "minnie?" you call out to her.

"oh hi," she starts wiping away the tears that are rushing down her face, rubbing with her palms and wiping them off on her jeans. you offer a tissue and stand next to her.

"how are you doing?" you start.

"well how well can anyone really be doing when their father's missing and everyone thinks he is dead." she explains in a shaky voice and holding her own arms for comfort. you go into the trunk and hand her a jacket to wrap around.

"here." you offer, to which she smiles seeing the jacket. an old jacket that was once her father's. large and old and worn, with small holes and cutes along the sleeves. she can tell that you've been wearing it frequently.

"this jacket...you know he loved you right?" she starts, watching you stare into the city with a heavy heart. "he always talked about how much you reminded him of his young self."

"i know that old geezer loved me, i truly do." you begin. shuffling your feet and kicking pebbles to avoid looking at minnie.

"sometimes i thought he loved you more than his own daughter," minnie explains slowly, you look at her confused "i used to resent how much time he spent with you instead of his own daughter. how he could devote hours to a kid that isn't his when he has his own."

you nod, its obvious what circling around each other since you were young has put you two into. she resented you for the attention you were given. on the other hand you resented her for being the kid that he went home to and spent time with, leaving you to sleep outside and away from their family.

"glad to know we both felt the same." you grin and she drops her jaw.

"what?" she exclaims.

"i resented you too minnie, you were the kid he actually went home to, i was left to sleep alone in the shed while you were his family. i always just felt like a stray, never part of the family." you turn more serious and face her as you talk.

she stops to think about your words and feelings, to understand your point of view and why you feel the way that you do.

"he really is something else." she laughs a bit and turns back to face the city. "i miss him."

"me too minnie."

she looks at your features, ones that are familiar and ones that are new. not seeing each other for so long has definitely been jarring.

"i see you still take his car out for spins." she glances at her father's black supra. she circles the car before settling into the passenger seat.

you get into the driver's seat and watch her marvel at the car that was once her fathers.

"stupid dad, him and his cars." she lets out tears when she sees the photo of him and minnie in the glove box, a treasured photo that she never knew he kept. you smile at the photo and lean over.

"lets go on a ride, i'll follow you." you smile at her. she nods and settles back into her own purple car. turning the engine into a loud roar before setting off into the night, you following behind closely as you both share the same feelings of driving.

--

you both reach a local convenience store by the end of the night. as you both eat cup noddles by the window, minnie turns to you.

"how are you and yuqi doing?" she asks, immediately you cringe at the question. rather unfortunate memories resurface when you think of song yuqi.

you answer honestly, "she dumped me." digging into your bowl of noodles and slurping loudly. minnie nods to process the answer; you can see her curiosity overflowing.

"what happened?" she continues in a more gentle tone. her eyes following your eyeline.

you sit and ponder the breakup as well as the aftermath. a hard topic to go back to, considering yuqi and minnie were close friends until you started dating yuqi.

you cough a bit, "she says that im in love with someone else." the air becomes stiff, yuqi hasn't spoken to minnie in a long time so she's suprised by the answer.

"are you? in love with someone else?" she asks and hands you a napkin. in between bites you try and think about the question because it has you stumped for weeks.

"not that i can think of." it's hard to come to terms with your own feelings for other people. instead, most of the girlfriends you've had all approached you first.

"then you're dumb." minnie bites out.

"do you know something that i don't know?" you counter.

she nods and points at you. "when we used to hook up, way before yuqi, you called it quits because you liked me." she explains.

"no i didn't." you roll your eyes, you hooked up with minnie because it was safe; it wasn't complicated like feelings were. you both understood each other's boundaries, never crossing past them. "that wasn't why i called it quits."

"then why did you call it quits?" minnie prods at your brain.

"it was probably because you said you liked someone." you mutter back, eating more of the ramen you had.

"nope, didn't like anyone at the time." she smiles as she says it, "you were just scared that you were falling for me." she grins in that familiar manner; when she knows something you don't know.

"i didn't like you then minnie." you conclude, a little exhausted from all this interrogating. "did you know that yuqi was uncomfortable with us hanging out?"

she nods, "yeah, it's why we drifted apart. she thought i wanted to steal you."

"as if." you scoff at the idea.

"she wasn't wrong though, i did want to steal you from her." she goes on. the shock is written all over your face.

minnie nods and explains that she used to like you too, but her dad forbade you two from ever dating. "he hated the idea of us dating. said i should find someone who isn't like him: not dangerous, you know."

"i agree, you should find someone better."

"see, that's why you're just like him, always thinking i deserve better, when all i want is you." she continues, and you let her. she explains how she always wanted you around, and when you called it quits, it broke her heart.

you're confused, but she explains that she's always liked your resilience and that yuqi dating you is what made their friendship distant; she couldn't bear to see you two together.

"yuqi is nothing like me, she's loud, she's brash and she gets what she wants. i've waited for years to even ask you how you truly feel about me. all along i've liked you." she says.

you nod, a little shocked by all this, minnie never mentioned that she liked you all these years, even when you told her you wanted to get to know yuqi better.

minnie is a woman that feels hard, feels all her emotions and lets others take her spot, even if she deserves it. and you feel awful, knowing that her feelings were never properly reciprocated. also that younger you was too caught up in your own suffering that you had strung minnie along.

"i'm sorry for dumping this all on you all of a sudden." her shoulders drop.

"it's okay, i needed to hear this. to finally understand us." you explain back. it's strange, seeing minnie after all this time, so familiar yet she's changed, grown into herself more. trying to better grasp the opportunities that she has. meanwhile you're staying afloat lost in yourself, confused where to go next.

"hey, if i beat you down that mountain, you owe me a date." she grins, shaking her car keys.

"and if i beat you?" you ask back.

"then i owe you a date." she says back.

you laugh out, "fair deal. let's drive."

--

a/n: don't know how i feel about the ending but i wanted to do a street racer story for a minute. wanted to incorporate more about street racing but i got tired. stay safe and stay healthy everyone!

#minnie #nicha yontararak #gidle #minnie x reader #gidle imagines #kpop imagines #gidle minnie #gidle x reader #minnie x you #song yuqi #nicha yontararak x you #nicha yontararak x reader #kim minnie #neoplatinum

[verxsyon]

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖 (𝐈𝐈) ❞

with your auto workshop at risk of closing down, your best friend offers to introduce you to people who are definitely in need of your high quality services: underground street racers of blue lock, whose obsessions are winning the races. however, your arrival at the track makes them think otherwise.

✧ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. yukimiya kenyu, otoya eita, karasu tabito, shidou ryusei, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, oliver aiku, alexis ness, & michael kaiser x gn!reader

✧ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭. headcanon (written) ; 1.1k

✧ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. e2l au, f2l au, street racer au ; fluff

✧ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. allusions to violence (shidou & rin)

✧ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚. here’s the second part containing characters who are more egoistic than the last batch… nah, that’s debatable lol. did i actually spend the entire day working on this? yes, i was a roll; love it here. anyways, my other fave, yukki, is here! i didn’t mention it last time: this au was originally written for another fandom years ago, moved to genshin but that didn’t happen, and then here! egoistic soccer boys as street racers? yes, please.

[ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖 (𝐈) ]

𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐮. the model. he’s a member of the neo egoists and is ranked fifth of the top six racers in blue lock. his charm is the focal point of his character, driving the audience nuts. curious by nature, he wonders what important qualities you possess other than being “kira ryosuke’s date”. he also wonders how you managed to get the likes of barou, who treats everyone like trash, and nagi, who thinks of only going home, wrapped around your finger. seeing you teach nagi about car anatomy gives him the chance to introduce himself. he thinks there’s something special about you, which he intends to find out, but a teammate of his believes so otherwise.

𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐚 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐚. the ninja. he’s a member of the neo egoists and is ranked fourth of the top six racers in blue lock. he claims to be not like his fellow racers and teammates and prefers to operate in the shadows. unlike them, he doesn’t see you as an angel who was sent by god in the form of a mechanic to fix their cars. he fails to see why they’re smitten by you, therefore not interested in interacting with you at all. that turns out to be a lie when yukki gives you a tour of the turf of the neo egoists. it’ll be rude not to make you feel welcome, so he wants to give you a chance. a crow-themed racer laughs at him for fooling himself that he doesn’t find you attractive one bit.

𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐨. the assassin. he’s a member of the neo egoists and is ranked third of the top six racers in blue lock. all about good vibes and having a good time, he doesn’t want his team to act “mediocre” around you. most newcomers are notorious for never setting foot in this place again. he’s so relieved to hear that you came at your own volition thanks to ryosuke’s persuasion, and everyone you’ve met is nice to you… sans certain others, so he doesn’t need to worry about making an impromptu spiel of why blue lock, aka his team dare you add, is great. if you think he’s too friendly for your taste, let’s see if the next guy who’s stalking you right now takes the top of your list.

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢. the joker. he’s ranked second of the top six racers in blue lock. unrestrained both in words and action, he goes about his day and does everything as he pleases. judging by how karasu and the rest of the neo egoists are quick to stand either by or in front of you, he’s bad news. the altercation got team z’s attention, especially kunigami who he has massive beef with. you being “ryosuke’s date” doesn’t phase him, nor your best friend going for his head for being near you. ever since the older itoshi brother joined forces with u20 and chose him to be at this side, he’s been “behaving”. the younger itoshi brother isn’t amused, as if he didn’t break his nose last race .

𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐢𝐧. the puppeteer. he’s the unofficial leader of the neo egoists and is ranked first of the top six racers in blue lock. the youngest of the itoshi brothers, has a score to settle with his older brother, sae, who’s participating in the upcoming race as a member of u20 along with his personal choice shidou. it’s already bad enough for racers to use physical violence to settle arguments, but it’s even worse for him to be involved in another fight with shidou, especially before a race that determines his fate and prove to sae that he’s the best of the best. he doesn’t spare a glance at you or ask if you’re alright, as sae walks into the neo egoists’ garage to check out the commotion.

𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐞. the prodigy. he’s one of the new generation world 11, the best eleven racers in the streets and a member of royale. as he’ll be the only one representing his team in the upcoming race, he joined forces with u20 since they’re short by two members and personally chose shidou to fill in the other spot. even if it’s not obvious at face value, everyone can tell there’s bad blood between the brothers by the intense atmosphere created from their staring contest. sighing, he breaks contact first to search where you are, then looks at rin to scoff at his lack of concern for you when shidou approaches you. in the distance, claps are heard from a man with “u20” on his jacket.

𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐮. the player. he’s the captain of u20, the name of the team you’ve heard from literally everyone who won’t shut up about them for the past several hours. he’s highly respected among his team for his patience; dealing with sae and shidou, the most difficult people to work with on earth, is like a drive around the neighborhood. he intrudes with a reminder that the streets don’t approve of violence and that they’re going to race soon. in addition, a blue lock racer by the name of kira ryosuke has a special guest and they should be on their best behavior. yet he’s a hypocrite, flirting with you in front of his current date and promising you an autograph when he wins.

𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. the magician. he’s the mechanic of bastard münchen. he understands your position as the center of attention, claiming to be just like you — having a partner for an adrenaline junkie and being the “fixer” to clean up your mess. he invites you to see his partner’s car at the special garage as he’s on his way their to fix its engine, to which you happily accept as there’s finally someone with the same job who you can geek about car anatomy and share techniques. the way he repairs the engine is like clockwork, fluid and in tempo. he really is on a different level. you hear a chuckle behind you, asking if you’re fascinated by his work.

𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫. the thorn. he’s one of the new generation world 11, the best eleven racers in the streets and one of the major forces of bastard münchen. he puts in so much faith and trust in his partner, ness, the “fixer” of his messes. also known as “blue rose” in his turf, he’s shrouded in mystery and seems like the type who can turn the impossible to infinite possibilities. but in reality, he’s a pain in the ass. within minutes of your encounter, he keeps bragging about his abilities and declaring that his victory will lead to the disbandment of blue lock, so they won’t get in his way of his career. the race’s up, and you’re hoping that a blue lock racer wins to shut his mouth.

✧ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬. if your url is in bold, that means i can’t tag you!

@2018-01-20 ; @astranne ; @kamiiyaka ; @keqism ; @lilikags​ ; @thetruepair​ ; @wanderersbell ; @venexus​

#✦ .fics #blue lock #blue lock x reader #yukimiya x reader #otoya x reader #karasu x reader #shidou x reader #rin x reader #sae x reader #aiku x reader #ness x reader #kaiser x reader #yukimiya kenyu #otoya eita #karasu tabito #shidou ryusei #itoshi rin #itoshi sae #oliver aiku #alexis ness #michael kaiser #blue lock headcanons #blue lock fluff

[merakidoll]

Jujitsu Kaisen Masterlist. ౨ৎ

TOJI FUSHIGURO !

- sugardaddy!toji !

- students dad!toji !

- chef!toji x cam girl !

- toji and lipgloss !

GOJO SATURO !

- college neighbor!gojo ! | age gap

- librarian!gojo !

- doll ! | penpal / yandere! gojo

- three minutes ! | penpal / yandere! gojo

- penpal! gojo ! | yandere

GETO SUGURU !

- street racer!geto !

- rockstar!geto !

- brother’s best friend geto !

SUKUNA RYOUMEN !

- photographer!sukuna !

- dealer!sukuna ! | religious themes

CHOSO KAMO !

- choso x his bimbo princess ! | emo!choso

- bad boy choso x ballerina !

- studying w/ choso !

NANAMI KENTO !

- ceo!nanami !

- the man in the window ! | soundgasm voice actor!nanami

MULTI !

- bachelorette!toji ! | tojo special

- jjk men and their bimbo ! | nanami, toji, choso

- good stuffin ! | rockstar! toji and sukuna

- jujutsu kaisen men and their favorite dates ! | gojo, choso, nanami

#— resources !

[frenchkisstheabyss]

| ❤️ | The Headless Horseman | ❤️ |

| Pairing | boyfriend!woozi x fem!reader w/ a cameo by fanboy hoshi

| Summary | Your secret identity as a street racer is exposed when your boyfriend's best friend, a superfan of yours, unknowingly drags him to one of your races.

| Genre | fluff w/ an eyedrop of angst

| Word Count | 2.4k

| Warnings | drinking, kissing, general adult situations

| A/N | @rainisawriter put in a request for this specific storyline and theme ages ago so love you forever for waiting 10 years for me to get my life together and finish it. I know you wanted something fun so I went for it. Hope you like it!

“Come in. Sit. Sit. Sit” Hoshi insists, gesturing toward the couch he’s had Woozi trapped on for the past five minutes. Grabbing your beer from the coffee table, you flop down on the couch beside Woozi, throwing your legs across his lap. “What’s his deal?” you tilt your head to whisper into your boyfriend’s ear. Woozi wraps an arm around you, bringing you into one of his infamously cozy hugs. “It’s the street racing thing again. Something about a headless houseman.” “Horseman!” Hoshi corrects, pacing the floor in front of you.

This is as excited as you’ve ever seen him and, as amusing as it is, he’ll set fire to your carpet if he keeps pacing like this. “Alright, alright. Take a breath and tell us about this Headless Hou..." "Horse, baby” Woozi whispers, resting his head on your shoulder. “Horseman.” Hoshi stops in his tracks, waiting for one of you to poke fun at him. When neither of you does, he sits down on the edge of the coffee table, leaning in a bit like an older brother about to torture his siblings with a scary story. 

“Okay, so, she’s…” “She?” Woozi interrupts, “I thought it was a man.” “Yes, she!” Hoshi continues, “She was the best street racer in the underground. They called her the Headless Horseman because she always wore a helmet to hide her identity. No one and I mean no one has ever been able to figure out who she is.” For a fleeting moment, the playful expression on your face turns to one of panic. It’s a blink and you miss it kind of panic. The guys blinked. They missed it. But your sweaty palms and racing heart didn’t.

“So...what? You plan on solving the mystery?” The question comes out sharper than you intended. “You’ve always been good at things like that” you add, attempting to soften the impact. “Oh,” he smiles, surprised but flattered, “Thank you but no. I’ve tried though. She was my favorite for a long time. Still is. I’ve never seen anyone drive like that before. It got to the point where most guys hated racing her because she was unbeatable.”

“What happened?” Woozi asks, more invested in the tale than he anticipated. 

“Hmm?”

“You keep saying ‘was’ like something happened.” 

Hoshi’s eyes widen, “Yeah, well, uh, she disappeared.”

“Disappeared like died?” 

“Disappeared like into thin air. Some people thought she died. Others thought she just quit but there’s been talk...” “Of?” you ask, fiddling with the rose quartz ring dangling from the silver chain around your neck. It was a gift from Woozi for your birthday that you never take off for anything. You reach for it whenever you need comfort and it's never failed you even once. “A comeback at tonight's race. That something happened to bring her back and now the Headless Horseman will ride again.”

The way that he tells it, this really is starting to feel like a horror story. Especially for you. The only one here with something to hide. “I was thinking of going to check the race out and I thought...” “No” you and Woozi groan in unison. “No?” “No” Woozi repeats, “I’m not going with you to an illegal street race to chase an urban legend. What if it gets raided? My baby’s too pretty for jail.” You can’t help but blush, kissing him on the cheek, “No, you’re too pretty for jail.” Woozi starts to blush too and the overload of cuteness makes Hoshi want to vomit.

“You guys never wanna do anything fun” he pouts, “It’s one race.” Getting up from the couch, you stretch your limbs, letting out a yawn. “The threat of jail time aside, I’m exhausted so I’m heading to bed. Why don’t you boys go find something safe to do?” You glance back and forth between the two of them, making it clear that your question had, in fact, been an order. “Yes, ma’am” Hoshi mumbles, forcing a smile when you pinch his cheeks.

You lean in to give Woozi a goodnight kiss and his arms are around you again, nearly dragging you back down onto the couch. He’d come crawl into bed with you if he could but he’d feel bad leaving his best friend hanging and you’d never ask him to do that. “Goodnight, my love” you sing, skipping off to the bedroom. “Goodnight!” Woozi shouts down the hall, his eyes lingering where you once were. Hoshi takes your spot on the couch, batting his eyelashes at Woozi, “Goodnight, my love.”

A part of you, every part of you if you're being honest with yourself, feels bad for keeping this from your boyfriend. He’s your best friend. Your partner in crime. You share everything. Everything but this. There was once a time when racing was the only way that you could feel alive. When you weren’t behind the wheel, burning down the winding roads the local cops were too corrupt to monitor, life felt empty. If the only thrill you could get had to come from risking your life you were willing to do it but falling for Woozi changed all of that.

With him, you felt genuine love for the first time. He made colors brighter, melodies sweeter, and food more flavorful. You finally had something that made you love your life without putting it on the line so you quit and never looked back. At least not until an old friend came asking you for a favor. Keeping your identity a secret was no small feat. Your success relied heavily upon the few women you'd grown close to on the scene.

One in particular, a fellow racer, was as sweet as could be but had a gambling streak that got her into trouble more often than not. Her most recent run-in was with a new racer. One just as good as you were. Some might say better. She put her car up against his and lost it. A man with an ego impossible to satisfy, he would’ve happily raced her again just to see her suffer. There was no way she’d beat him though, she knew that, but you could. You could’ve turned her down. Maybe you should’ve but it's too late for second thoughts now. 

Your opponent’s heavily modified muscle car screeches to a halt beside yours at the starting line. He winks at you, blowing a kiss, “I’ve heard a lot about you sweet thing. You’ve got quite the reputation. Too bad I’m gonna have to ruin it.” The roar of the crowd, hundreds of people gathered around for the return of a legend, drowns out whatever he says next. “Hey!” your friend shouts, tapping the hood of your car. When you turn to her she jiggles your seatbelt, and checks that your helmet’s secure, “Kick his ass.”

The flag girl dips between the cars, taking her position just beyond the starting line. You grasp the ring around your neck for good luck before taking one last look at the smug face of your opponent. Kick his ass? Not a problem. 

Pushing his way to the back of the crowd, Woozi holds his phone to his head and listens as it rings once, twice, three times. Hoshi sneaks up on him, snatching the phone away. “What are you doing?” Hoshi asks, ending the call and holding the phone up out of Woozi’s reach. He’s tempted to try to grab it but, with this height difference, it’d be a waste of energy. “I told her we were going to Mingyu’s place. I have to let her know there was a change of plans.” “Oh my god, you’re so whipped.” “At least I’m not single” Woozi snaps, “Now give me my phone!”

The tearing of rubber against pavement sends clouds of smoke into the night sky, drawing the immediate attention of everyone around them. “Look, she won’t care that you came with me. She’s not like that but she’ll kill you if you wake her up. So just relax and have fun” Hoshi begs, “I’ll tell her it was all my fault. I promise.” As much as Woozi hates to admit it, Hoshi’s made several valid points, the most important of all that you’d rip his head off if he woke you up. “Fine. Whatever.”

“Yes!” Hoshi yells, dragging him back to the front of the crowd just in time to see the cars disappear down the road. At first, Woozi struggles to get comfortable. Hanging out at the edge of an abandoned highway after midnight wasn’t on his 2023 bucket list for fun things to do. As time goes on though, he finds himself having fun, knocking back drinks, and meeting some of Hoshi’s other friends. The adrenaline that pumps through the drivers during lap after lap bleeds into the audience, into him, and he understands now why Hoshi gets so pumped to come to these things.

As the end of the final lap approaches one car closes in on the other. It’s so close, we’re talking splitting hairs close, and then it’s not at all. The Headless Horseman picks up an unreal amount of speed, flying past the other car and ripping through the finish line. A celebration erupts amongst the masses who bet in favor of the Horseman while the few who didn’t prepare for financial ruin. It doesn’t matter to you either way. You’re so high off the thrill of being behind the wheel again that everything around you exists only as a blur of color.

As you make your way out of the car, smiling faces come to congratulate you. Shaking your hand. Hugging you. Patting you on the back. You rush them along, desperate to find yourself an isolated corner where you can get this helmet off before you suffocate. “Horseman!” Hoshi cheers, cutting in front of you before you have time to escape. It can’t be. You must be hallucinating. It really is too hot under this helmet. “So nice to meet you. You were amazing! This is my friend---” he rambles, pulling Woozi over by the collar, “It’s his first time.”

In the old days, the mafia used to put cement blocks on dead bodies before they threw them in the ocean to make sure they didn’t resurface before they became fish food. The sight of your boyfriend standing in front of you makes you want to run but the invisible cement bricks hardened around your ankles won’t let you. You’re fish food. “Hi” Woozi waves, his cheeks rosy from one too many drinks, “You did really well out there.” “I, uh, thanks,” you say in a high-pitched voice, attempting to conceal your own.

Like magic, the weight lifts from your ankles and you start to make a run for it only you aren’t moving. Something else is holding you back, a hand around your wrist. Woozi’s hand.  “Where’d you get that?” he asks, eyeing the ring dangling from your neck. You pull away again. It’s no use. He won’t let up. Hoshi takes a closer look at you, the gears turning until it clicks, “No way. I can't believe it. This is just like in those spy movies. Are you a spy? Wait, don't tell me! No, tell me!”

Ignoring his best friend's enthusiasm, Woozi digs his phone out of Hoshi’s pocket and dials your number. There’s nothing you can do besides stand by as the ringtone you personalized for him sounds in your jacket pocket. The tightness in your chest is unbearable. This is how you die. You pop your helmet off, tossing it to the ground. Woozi pours his drink out beside it, his brain too scrambled to add another sip of vodka into the mix, “I’m too drunk for this.” 

Waking up the next morning you find the bed empty and your house quiet enough to hear a pin drop. You’d come home separately last night. You in your car and Woozi in Hoshi’s. Actually, when you stop to think about it, you aren’t sure Woozi came home at all. From the looks of things, he hasn’t. His keys aren’t on the nightstand and his shoes aren’t by the front door. The usual scent of him cooking Saturday morning breakfast doesn’t fill the apartment and… 

“Aah!” you scream, tripping and falling onto something soft. Well, someone. The body of your severely hungover boyfriend is stretched out on the kitchen floor, keys in hand and shoes still on his feet. Carefully rolling off of him, you make no attempt at getting up from the floor. You just lay there, staring at the ceiling, feeling as vulnerable as you ever have. “Where am I?” he mumbles, wiping the drool from his cheek. He lifts his head up, squinting to look around the kitchen before lying back down.

“You okay? You need anything?” you ask, knowing how tough hangovers are on him. “From you or the Horseman?” “Really? Is that how we’re handling this?” “Last I checked I wasn’t the one living a double life.” You can’t even argue with him. He’s right. If you found out he’d hidden something from you, no matter how small, you’d be irritated too. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Sitting up, you bury your face in your hands, letting a symphony of frustration spill out. “It’s a part of me I wanted to bury. I only dug it up to help a friend” you admit, “I was afraid if you knew it might change how you see me.”

Woozi sits up, releasing a few pained groans of his own, “Change how I see you? Nothing could ever change how I see you. I need you to trust me enough to believe that.” “I do. I just…I get in my own head sometimes and I don’t know. I’m so sorry.” Woozi kisses you, the lingering sweetness of some late-night snack he must’ve eaten coating your lips. “It’s okay. Apology accepted…under one condition.” You perk up, prepared to do whatever it takes to make things right, “Whatever you want. Just say the word.”

Leaning back against the refrigerator, he makes space for you to sit between his legs, “Tell me everything from the start.” “Everything?” you ask, sliding over to him, “Well, it all started when…” You lay your head on his chest, gearing up to spill every detail of your origin story, only to be met with the sound of light snoring. You contemplate waking him up but decide he’s in need of some rest and, with Hoshi no doubt on his way to make you tell this same story all over again, you let yourself drift off with him, figuring you do too if you plan to survive that.

#woozi x reader #woozi x you #woozi fluff #woozi angst #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #seventeen fluff #svt x reader #svt x you #svt fluff

[possessivedesires]

Ownership Part 2

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

Reader: street racer, ex-gang member

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“To save your pathetic ass.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No blood is to ever be drawn on your body.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t like you.”

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

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

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

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

“You-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They are…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your lap dog’s on the line.

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

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All About You

Pairing: Bike racer! Yeosang x f! reader

Genre: Racer Au, Yandere, Fluff, Angst.

W.C: 5.3k+

Warnings: Contains Yandere Themes (stalking, gaslighting, restraining acts, obsession, forced kiss, hints of kidnapping) illegal racing and using of sleeping pills. Jaemin is an asshole here but don’t hate him, I will gatekeep him after this.

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*under the cut*

“Dude, give me a quick ride to home please.”

“Get the hell out of my way!” Adjusting the helmet on his head, the annoyed face got hidden and the eyes visibly glaring at the opposite pleading boy.

“You never let anyone ride your bike but atleast you can have an exception for me as we are bestfriends for 8 years.”

The grinning boy blocking the way of the biker in every way possible and the accelerating sound was increasing in each turn of the grip. The biker’s gloved hand gripping the handle tightly with the anger building up in him for the annoying boy in front of him.

“Wooyoung, move aside. I told you to stay at home today but still you came here and now you get yourself something to get back home.”

“You are literally on your way back home which is apparently mine too but look at you abandoning a poor child like me on the streets in late night.”

“Stop with your cringey acts.”

“Yaaa please.”

Before the situation could make him lose his mind, he took a swift turn with his bike towards the left. He sped up which didn’t let the other boy a chance to prevent him from leaving.

The biker with some skilled techniques moved past the after-show crowd and the racing zone leaving behind a sulky boy. People who recognized him as the show champion had an admiring look on their face to which Wooyoung just rolled his eyes.

“I will see how long you will not let anyone to ride with you.”

With a growl of an engine, the bike swiftly zoomed out into the darkness of the highway.

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“Jaemin, please go away.”

“Not until you are accepting my offer.”

The said man had blocked your way with his two friends and the narrow alley with no other escape way was not helping your situation.

You gaze shifted to his two friends where one was leaning against his bike, eyes bored into his phone with bright light from the screen making him look like under a spotlight and the other one with a dirty smirk already staring at you. You shot him a glare and with the same expression, your attention turned towards the man in front of you.

“I don’t want to.”

“Why? We are best friends and we understand each other the most then why not? I love you Y/N.”

“Jaemin…Its so easy for you to say you love me and to say the same to others. We are no more friends and I don’t want to involve myself again in your life when you are just going to be an asshole like before.”

Jaemin’s jaw became tensed and he gripped the seat of his bike, nails digging into the leather before turning to his heels to go near to your form. You are feeling alarmed with his dark expression and thinking about all the worst possibilities of the current situation. His presence was only one foot away and his hands moved upward to grip your shoulders tightly to gain your attention on him. You didn’t let yourself to feel scared and entertain him so you returned him a daring look.

“I have left her for you and this time I will get you back no matter what.”

“No, you are not going to do anything stupid.”

He darkly chuckled and gripped your jaw. You were mentally wishing the ground to break apart and swallow him that instance so that you didn’t have to hear his nonsense anymore.

“Why are you not interested on me like other girls? If only I have showed a little bit of affection to any girl from your workplace, they would have been on their knees right now.”

The harshness in his tone was giving you an acute feeling that he was near to lose his mind.

“Then go to those girls. Why are you wasting your time on me?”

“I don’t want them but I want you.”

“Leave my way. Please go away from here. I don’t want to see you.”

You were wiggling in his hold and shouting at him and hoping anyone to hear you, atleast a stray dog should help you.

To your unfortune, not a single living being was there except some abandoned building and towering large trees. You were mentally scolding yourself to take that shortcut for home that late evening but you just wanted to get back home early as it’s not usual to get an early off from your work.

Now, who knew you would stumble on that stupid’s path who was chilling out with his friends after the illegal racing show.

“YA!!!!” A bike suddenly fell down and you could hear Heachan shouting at the person who caused the commotion while putting his phone back in the pocket which was his distraction all these times.

“What the fuck! Who are you and why did you hit his bike?”

You could hear Jeno’s angry voice but not able to see because of Jaemin’s muscular frame towering over you and blocking your way of vision. He was hawking at you for a pleasant reply from you.

“Jaemin, move aside and let me go.”

“No. Let them handle that. I will not let you go until you are accepting me.”

“She is telling you to go away then why are you being so persistent?”

OMG! The voice is so deep and attractive. Jaemin poked his tongue to the side and closed his eyes, clearly pissed off with this new guest. You tried to move away from him when his grip loosened on you but he quickly took a strong grip on your wrist and rolling his eyes, he turned around. You were standing beside him glaring on his hold and then boring your eyes to his side.

“Who are you?”

The centre of all attention was still on the bike and when you looked around, you could see Haechan’s bike lying on the floor, he was glaring towards this new biker and Jeno was looking between his friend and the new comer.

Mockingly, the new biker accelerated his engine and pointed his headlight towards Jaemin to which he shielded his eyes with his other hand. You wiggled under his hold but he held you tighter.

“Let her go.”

“Why will I listen to you? Who the fuck are you?”

The biker turned off the engine and parked the bike and dismounted from it. He took off his helmet and the leather gloved hand raised up to back brush his fluffy black long hairs. He casted a glance towards the other two near the fallen bike and then when he smirked towards them and returned his gaze towards both of you. His eyes travelled towards the grip on your wrist and with slow steps, he approached you.

AND GIRL! Being in such a terrible situation, you are fangirling over this new boy. His full outfit is in leathers and the well fitted attire was complimenting his body structure and you were sure that he had well built muscles under them. The moment he came near to you and then you could see how an angel looking being he is. His eyes were fixed on your hand and when you tried to pull it, he shot a glare towards Jaemin.

“Well, now you know me Jaemin.”

“You? What are you doing here? This is not your area and as far as I know, you had a competition today so just get the hell out of here.”

Letting out a chuckle, he looked around, “I cant see your name anywhere so as of public right I can be here right now.”

Turning towards both of you, he tilted his head with folded hands on his chest, waiting for the asked boy’s reply.

“Shut up. Just leave and let me solve her problem.”

“Her problem is you.”

“You don’t know anything.”

“Really?-”

“Please help me….”

Your pleading voice halted his argument with Jaemin and he casted you a glace, his eyes searching for emotions in your face and when a tear rolled down your eyes. His jaw clenched and he punched Jaemin to which he stumbled back and the grip on your wrist was gone.

“Hey!”

Both Jeno and Haechan ran towards their friend where the biker was maniacally laughing towards them. He signalled you to run behind him but when he saw your hesitation, he quickly pulled you towards him and hid you behind his frame. You were peeking to see how the other three were ready to jump on him.

“What the fuck dude? Are you out of your mind that you just punched him? You might have lost the competition and now you are showing off your frustration on us. You know you are already done when you hit Haechan’s bike.”

Jaemin wiped off his mouth when his other two friends ran beside him and shot the smirking boy a dangerous glare towards his way but he was just smiling in return.

“Jeno….” The way he called the name in a mocking way made you look towards his face as to examine him what he was upto and why he was helping you.

I guess he might be a true angel that he is helping you in that situation! Atleast now you can escape that asshole.

He added, “You know that I never lose anything. Whatever I set my eyes on, I get it no matter how difficult it would. I have my own ways. So, I want to help this girl here and it would be better if you just leave us here.”

“No way. Give her back to me.”

“Nah! She doesn’t want you and she asked me to help her and now I have to.”

“You-“

“Jaimin, stop. Let’s go. Taeyong is calling us back to the mansion right now. We can’t piss him off and even tell him what we were actually doing, he will ban you from coming here.”

 Yeosang titled his head on hearing Jeno’s explanation to his bestfriend and he sent a tight fake smile to them. All three of them glared towards him but he didn’t even pay attention to their deathly glares but he was holding your two hands and softly smiling down to you.

You could hear Haechan’s voice in the background whining for his bike and the others made him quiet and they started their bike and Jaemin was trying to get your attention when he accelerated the engine. You casted a glance towards him and then when he spoke up.

“I will get back to you someday again.”

Your heart was pounding inside on hearing his words but with a squeeze on your hand, you felt assured that this boy might help you again.

Is that even possible?

The three of them moved past you and quickly left the scene.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Of course for helping me. I don’t know how to escape him but thanks to you for approaching on time otherwise he could have taken me with himself.”

“Is he your boyfriend?”

“No.”

“Its okay. You needed help and to save a pretty girl like you is my duty.” He was staring to your hands which he was firmly holding in his palms.

“Excuse me. I need to leave now as it’s already getting so dark.”

“Do you have a ride to go to your home?”

“Umm….. no …. But I can manage by myself.”

Shaking his head, he started walking towards his bike and mounted it with a swift move. You were in awe with how his movements were like a professional racer. He might be also from illegal racing like Jaemin and his friends because they know each other.

“Please come here and let me take you to your place. I don’t want to leave a pretty one like you to wander around the streets alone at night.”

“Its okay. You don’t have to worry anymore.”

“I insist or I will feel guilty if anything happens to you today. Your day is already going bad on how you met him when you didn’t want to.”

You remained quiet while you looked around the empty and somewhat dark and lonely street to find any excuse but the way that boy was sweetly inviting you for a ride, you couldn’t help but to accept it as he was already so helpful and kind to lend a ride to a stranger.

“oh-okay.”

The ride to your home was quite comfortable as he was trying to not speed up too much to make you scared of the speed of a racing bike and also, he was picking up new interesting topics like about pets, your hobbies and all. Only you were the one who was mentioning about your parts but when you were asking his, the only reply you were given was ‘nothing’. But you got to know one thing that he loves chicken a lot and has a bestfriend with whom he lives.

You told him to drop you off at the turning of your colony but he asked for water so you hesitantly agreed to tell him the exact location as you were not comfortable sharing your address with this stranger. Arriving to your place, you quickly went inside and locked the door to bring a bottle of water along with you to go and meet him at your main gate.

“Here, you can take this.”

“Are you scared of me?”

“Huh? Oh no, its just I don’t know you so….like I cant invite you inside. I’m sorry to treat you like this after you helped me today but-“

“I know. A pretty girl like you should feel like this and you should always be cautious of your surroundings. Anyways, thanks for this Y/N.” he waved the bottle to you.

“ah its okay. This is nothing.” You both laughed lightly but then it hit you how did he know your name. “You know my name?”

“I heard him that time. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

His face became a bit worried so you just gave him a smile for assurance that he did nothing wrong.

The street in front of your place is quite bright compared to where you both met so when he took off his helmet to drink the water, you noticed how he had a birthmark beside his left eye but still that was not enough to ruin his perfect angelic look with starry eyes.

“No no It’s fine. Just I don’t know your name.”

“Yeosang. Kang Yeosang. Remember my name, you will need to scream it in future.”

“Huh?”

“If you ever go to my shows then for cheering for me, you gotta need it.”

You chuckled on his explanation of the last sentence but quickly smiled hearing that the angel like human had a nice name.

“Thank you yeosang. I owe you for this ride.”

“Can I ask you for one thing?’

You didn’t expect him to reply so fast but you just nodded.

“Can we exchange numbers to become friends?”

“But Yeosang, I don’t know you.”

“You didn’t even know your colleagues before joining the office but you gradually know everything about them.”

“That’s different.”

“We will be same like them but our friendship will be different. Please.”

You hesitated for a moment before casting a glance to him and agreed on his request. You didn’t even know why you were entertaining all his requests but his presence and his attitude towards you was very promising.

You both did your goodbyes to each other and went away in your own way.

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After that you never met jaemin or even if you came across any of his friend’s way then instead of them smirking at you or giving you dirty looks. They avoided your gaze and pretended as if they don’t know you or your presence was not there. Weird. Maybe they have given up on you and Jaemin would not continue his dirty games to get you or make you his friend again.

One day, You got a call from yeosang and invited you on his racing show but you had never been to such shows so you tried to decline his offer but he didn’t let his request to go in vain. He even sent you two tickets for the show to bring a friend along with you if you were feeling uncomfortable going alone. Wow! He is such a thoughtful person.

“Hello! Y/N. So are we going to meet today?”

“Yes, I will reach there on time.”

“I’m looking forward to our first meet.”

You both joked with each other over the call before ending it.

When you reached the show on the day, you could see Yeosang was leaning against a car and his focus was on the phone in his hand. When he looked up, his eyes sparkled to see you but the expression changed a bit on noticing the person beside you, who was your schoolfriend and you requested him to tag along with you as he was also interested in such shows.

The show went pretty much nice. You wished him best of his luck for the race to which he replied, “ I always win what I want.”

After his round, he was sitting beside you and putting up different topics and also explaining you about the show. He didn’t even bother to introduce himself to your friend.

When returning back home, Yeosang again offered you a ride so your friend had to go alone.

Many weeks had passed after the day of the show. You again went to many of his shows where you didn’t anymore need to tag along a friend and Yeosang was also does not like to see your other friends.

He often told you, “I want our friendship to be private. I don’t like when your other friends try to intervene our meets.”

Seeing his cute little pout everytime whenever he complained, so you agreed to go there alone. As you had already became so close friends so you kinda started to feel safe around him.

He started to ask everyday whether you need something or not. He often called you out for friendship dates. Whenever you gave him any excuses to let down his invitation. You would find him from your balcony down waving at you from the side of the street.

So, either two of you end up having movie night at your place or after having dinner to any fancy restaurant, he would take you to his place.

He never tried to cross his boundaries or do something which could offend you. You were quite enjoying his company every day. You never had any close friends like this but you had Jaemin as your bestfriend who suddenly became a dick after you both passed out high school and since then he is no more your old best friend.

You started to share everything with yeosang. He was always there waiting with a soft smile on his face to hear your ramblings.

You sometimes felt bizarre that he liked your miserable conditions when you were disappointed on others and show your weakness towards him. But you brushed off the feeling when you thought he was the only one who would listen to you without any judgements.

With passing days, you were becoming more reliable on yeosang. He always waited outside of your office to pick you and give you a long ride before dropping you at your home. He sometimes stayed at your place when you offered a delicious recipe for the dinner. He even started to come early mornings to take you to your workplace. He sometimes popped out of nowhere if you are hanging out with your friends or you are just wandering around the cities alone.

Sometimes you were feeling of being always watched and him always appearing in front of you started to make you a feel aware that he was always invading your privacy. And maybe that was what he wanted.

Maybe, he was waiting for a perfect chance to show his actual self to you, his actual motive to you. To get you for himself.

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“Yeosang, where is this route going? This is neither to your apartment nor mine.”

He was humming a song and paused on hearing your question. Giving you five seconds of silence, he again started to hum that song which you had recommended him on the first day of your meet. He sped up and to the impact you clutched his leather jacket tightly.

You always loved riding his bike. The cool breeze hit your face and your hairs flow with the wind. The speed make your all worry fly away and you feel like an independent bird wandering around the sky on her own melody.

But this speed was not giving you the but anxiety.

“Please slow down. You are too fast.”

“You don’t know how fast I can be in some other ways.”

“What are you even saying? Slow down.”

You were closing your eyes tightly due to the impact of speed and your grip on his jacket was turning your knuckles white.

Today. Yeosang was a bit too energetic and was treating you too well. He offered you breakfast to your favourite place before reaching your workplace then he invited you to your favourite lunch place during break and after picking you up from the office, you both had your dinner at a luxury restaurant. When you both were returning home, he took a different route and then when you started feel anxious.

Suddenly, he stopped on his track and you bumped to his back. You quickly got down and eyes busy observing the surrounding. The place was quite dark and silent. In front of you was a white mansion and to your surroundings, you could see only bushes and dark voids.

“Yeosang where are we?”

“Home.”

He gripped your hand and pulled you towards the entrance. Your hesitance self and confused mind not getting the hold of the situation properly.

“Where are we going? What is this this place?”

“Hold on Y/N. You will get your answer.”

Reaching the door, he sent you an admiring smile to your way and his eyes sparkling with stars in it. The soft look on his face and his deep voice were just contrasting each other. Similarly, his sweet smile and his tight grip on your wrist contrasted in action.

When he pushed the door open, he quickly closed your eyes with his hands.

“Step forward Y/N. Welcome to my home.”

Your hands moved upward to place it on top of his and your heart beating furiously in the anticipation of danger.

“Yeosang….”

“Yes pretty?”

He let go of his hand and your eyes took a moment to get adjusted to the new environment and then when you noticed the whole living area of the mansion was decorated with your favorite flowers, your pictures and the aroma in the air was your favorite too. In the middle of the room, there was a hanging rolling poster with something written on it. Your slow steps took you close to it while eyes busy observing the surroundings and then you could read.

‘WILL YOU BE MINE Y/N?’

‘I LOVE YOU.’

Your eyes went wide and you turned on your heels to face him. In return, he was smiling at you with admiration and amusement in his eyes.

“What is this yeosang?”

“What? Don’t you like it?”

“Why?”

“I love you Y/N.”

“But I don’t.”

Yeosang’s admiring eyes turned dark and his soft smiling face froze into a serious look. You got scared on his sudden change. His black boots hitting the marble floor echoed around the big silent room decorated with only you.

‘Everything was your favorite. Everything had you in it. Everything was reflecting you. Everything was all about you. Everything was you.’

“Why?”

Now it was his turn asking you for a reply.

“Look this so pretty-“

“Just like you.”

“I liked it-”

“I like you.”

“But I don’t want this-“

“And I want you.”

“Yeosang….”

“Yes, my pretty Y/N?”

His eyes were lost in admiring you and flicking his gaze between your lips and eyes. His grip on your shoulder moved down to hold your hands and he brought them near his lips to give them soft kiss on the knuckles. You tried to retreat your hands but he gave you a dangerous look.

“Let me speak Yeosang. Don’t cut me off. Listen to me.”

“I’m always listening to you.”

“Why are you doing this? To get me? Please don’t get your hopes high like this but am really not interested on these stuffs.”

“Not interested?”

“I never thought about you like this. I always treated you like my close friend whom I considered as my new family. But this. I didn’t expect this from you.”

“I treated you more than that. I treated you as my only one.”

“Yeosang. Everything does not work like that. You have to know other’s feeling as well before confessing something like this. Give them time to know each other. It takes time to develop feelings for others. Maybe sometimes others can’t return you the same feelings in the end.”

“Y/N!”

His demeanor was unreadable when he frustratedly shuffled his thick black hairs. You could see tears pooling in his eyes. You never saw him crying but he did. You were always so vulnerable some days and then his comfort and sweet talk had made you voice out your weariness after having an overwhelming day. Your heart ached on seeing him like that.

“Yeosang…”

“Am I not the one for you? Y-you don’t love me back…. You don’t care about me…Why?”

“Yeosang. Calm down please. Take deep breaths.”

He was hiccupping and choking on his own tears. He was acting weirdly. You were scared with his appearance but still you were trying to ease him. Maybe he cant take rejections well. You would try your best to make him understand and comfort him in such situation.

“I love you Y/N.”

“Yes you love me. I appreciate that you love me but I cant accept your love. I love you too Yeosang but just as a friend. Please try to understand we have nothing in between us.”

You both were sitting on the sofa and your body turned towards him, one hand patting his back and other resting on top of his hand placed on his knee.

“If you really appreciate it then why cant you accept it?”

“I did not mean that.”

“Then what? Was it all lie? You liked everything I did for you. You said I am the only one in your life and No one compares to me. Then why? Where am I lacking behind?”

“I didn’t mean like that.”

He suddenly twisted to your side and cupped your face between his soft hands. Your tears were threating to fall down while seeing him so broken but you had to make him understand that what he was thinking was not appropriate. His teary eyes looking down at you and he gave you a sad smile. You mimicked his action. His thumb brushed your lower lip. Your hands moved upward to grip his wrist softly.

“Please love me Y/N. Please let me show you how much I love you.”

“You have done enough for me. Yeosang, I really loved every moment I had spent with you but this is something I cant accept. Please try to understand.”

“No no you are saying this because I haven’t done enough or you are thinking am not capable of.”

“No. I didn’t-“

“You think I’m only a bike racer and not capable enough for your desires but let me clear you. I’m one of the top 10 wealthiest businessman of this state. I can give you everything. You are special to me. You know one more thing?”

“…..What?”

You were shocked to know that he was a businessman. Its not like you were going to accept him on hearing he was hella rich but you just didn’t expect. Maybe you did a little when you were on your dates with him to various luxury places. But You always accepted him as a best friend in your life but never more than that.

“I even let you ride my bike. Not even once or twice but every time, we went somewhere I took you on a long ride and even today. I never let anyone to ride it as it is my precious last gift from my mother.”

“why me?”

“I knew that day when I saw you, jaemin harassing you on the streets. The way, pleads rolled out from your mouth. Your whimpers when you were wiggling yourself out of his hold and your teary eyes looking at me begging for help. I knew it that you were the one for me and I always need you to be like that to me and under me.”

“What are you saying Yeosang?”

“I am saying that please let me show you how much I love you.”

“No-“

Before you could speak any further, he smashed his lips against yours. His one hand moved from your jaw to back of your head and other holding your hands down. You are trying everything possible to get out of it but your fighting back was nothing against his muscular strong grip. His lips were crashing against you, there was a desperation in the kiss as if he had to prove anything. Well, he had to. He had to prove how much he loves you. But you don’t want it then why?

He bit your lower lip and you gasped when his tongue entered the new space and explored your mouth as if he would suck everything from your inside . His lips shining with mixture of yours and his saliva moved from the lips to jaw and was leaving trailing wet kisses down to your exposed neck due the thin strip a-line dress.

“Please….stop…”

He halted and retreat himself to look at you. Your smudge lipstick to the side of your lips ending on your cheeks. His thumb brushed over the lining of your closed eyes to wipe off the tears.

“Why are you crying?”

“Please…I don’t want this…”

“I don’t want this too. I want us to be happy but not crying like this. I want a family where it will be only you and me and maybe our future little one running around here.”

“No. It cant be possible.”

“Everything is possible if you let it happen.”

Your crying state was suddenly engulfed in a warm hug. You wanted to push him away but his hug had the same comfort like other times. He was soothing your back and kissing on your head. You clutched his jacket and was sobbing. Maybe this could melt his heart and then he would let you go.

“Its okay Y/N. We can do this together.”

“No! There is no you and me together in this world.”

“let me bring you some water and then you can relax and think properly. You are not on your right mind right now.”

“I am thinking everything properly. I’m in my right mind. The only one who is not trying to understand is you.”

Your words were ignored by him when he went into the kitchen to bring you water. You looked around to see your pictures and all the times you both had spent together.

Every smile on the pictures seemed like were mocking at your situation. If only you knew back then the times you were spending with that demon inside an angel, which you were thinking as the most memorable one would turn out as the nightmares of your life.

“here drink this.”

You were drinking the water while looking at some particular pictures.

You didn’t meet him those days.

You never wore that dress outside.

You didn’t go to that place with him.

Then how?

You chugged down the water and placed the glass on the table. With quick steps, you rushed to see every picture on that wall. How come these pictures are here?

“how do you got these pictures?”

“Aren’t you looking pretty? I get what I want.”

“I need to go.”

When you turned on your heels, you felt dizzy. Your vision was getting blurred. You realized someone took a hold of your weak frame and as if you were floating.

“take some rest. It was too much for you. We can continue later.”

“No.”

“Shhh….”

“I..want to…go…Yeosang..”

Your eyes closed and with your lips parted you seemed like you had so much to say, so much to explain but you couldn’t.

“If you go away. I will be lonely again. You will be lonely again.”

He kissed your lips and temple while holding you in bridal style.

“My life is all about you Y/N.”

My Yeosang and Jaemin are really innocent. Please don’t hate them. My two precious angels.😭

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James Bucky Barnes: Fanfic 1

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[rinrinx2]

Tokyo Revenger Street Racer HC Pt 1

Includes: Mikey, Draken, Rindou, Ran, Mitsuya, Hakkai.

Warnings: Language, Adult themes, Smut.

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Mikey

Mikey is known as the invincible Mikey. The best racer to many people in the street racing seen. Mikey is invincible when he races. It's known that if you race against Mikey you've already lost before the race has began. When Mikey gets into the zone his impulses comes out and all he can think about his going faster and faster until he crosses the ending line. When he gets into he zone and his impulses come out he doesn't care if you're friend or foe, if you're driving to close to him or it looks like you're going to overtake him consider your car broken, Mikey will rear your car to the side so hard that the damage done will cause the other driver to need a new car.

Mikey car is usually painted with a matte black. His car European make which is uncommon in Japan but he races with it to represent his sister - Emma who has a foreign name and he thinks that's cool.

Mikey is a natural at racing and he knows this. Draken often makes fun of Mikey even though his the best, he likes to think it's his way of humbling Mikey.

" You really think that foreign car is gonna beat my baby?" Draken said as he looked Mikeys car over.

"Well it may not look like much but its my baby" Mikey says confidently as he ran his hand over the hood.

"Well your baby looks pretty busted to me" Draken said letting out a laugh, which caused Mikey to start play fighting the taller male.

Mikey may be a natural at racing but he needs you to remind him that's there's more to it than just the fast paced life that his use to. It's usually after races when Mikey impulses are still buzzing in his mind do you calm him down and bring him back to reality. It usually with you naked on top of him trying to reassure him that his okay.

"Mikey" you say as you lay on top of him in the back seat of his car.

"Mikey look at me" you say as you remain sunken on his member.

"Please start sitting in my car when I race" Mikey says finally snapping out of his daze.

All you do is throwing yourself against his chest as he slowly thrusts into you from below, letting his emotions overcome him.

Draken

Draken is a very cautious driver, as much as his a really good racer he would never do something that would be unwise. He lives for the now but remembers that there's others in the race with him and he wouldn't want them heading home in a body bag due to him.

As much as Draken loves the car scene his much more into motorcycles and he most commonly races in motorcycle races or dirt bike races, and his the best at it. He loves how he has control of the motorcycle all because of his body strength. Since his such a tall strong individual the feeling is much more intense to him when his able to pull quick turns all by leaning to the side.

His motorcycle is pink, which you would never guess would belong to a man who towers at 185cm. He likes it alot and has a dragon detailing on the side, his known as the twin dragon of the motorcycle seen, where as mitsuya is the in the car racing scene.

Draken owns a motorcycle repair shop called D&D motors, that's where the two of you met. When you needed to have your engine of your motorcycle checked out you went to Drakens shop. When he heard your knowledge on bikes he was more than impressed and smoothly asked you out on a date by masking it by asking if the two of you could discuss more about bikes over dinner.

Draken loves when you visit him at the shop, he finds you a good distraction especially when you splay yourself across one of the many bikes in his shop.

"Wanna ride me like that bike you sitting on?" Draken asks casually as he looks over to you perched on the motorcycle leaning forward causing your boobs to squish together.

It's not long till he has you bent over the side of the bike, skirt hiked up to your waist as his fucking you from behind.

He drives intuitively, if he feels that he needs to drift at the next bend then his going to do it.

Rindou Haitani

His cars are flashy just the same as Rans. He likes people to know that the best has the best. His cars are usually magenta in colour so people are able to identify its him whenever his racing.

Rindou is known for his driving style, his extremely fast gear changes, so when he overtakes someone it's usually to late for them to change their gears causing it to lock- his known for doing that to others alot. But unlike Ran his not one to taunt his victims rather cause damage to their gears by shredding due to their lack of changing their gears as fast as him.

Is part of the Roppongi legends, his name in well known in the Roppongi roads as one of the greatest street racers.

His well known name keeps the women swooning over him, his one to pretend to care about the ladies attention but he honestly doesn't care.

"Oh really you like my car" Rindou says with a smirk on his face, as he gently lifts the nameless woman chin up to look deeper into his eyes. He just like the attention.

But once his eyes meets yours, while you were lounging on the car of one of your friends his quick to decide that you're his. You're all he cares about now, and you're his designated lucky charm now.

Since you're his lucky charm you have to sprinkle some of your luck on him before he races and what better than a quickie in the back seat. He has you on his lap with your skirt hiked up and your tits free as you bounce on him up and down enjoying the show.

"God baby these tits are gonna make me win" Rindou says placing a hard smack to your ass causing you to jump forward, slightly tightening around him.

Ran Haitani

Ran owns the Roppongi roads with Rindou sharing the title with him as the Roppongi legends. Most racers say that his a maniac on the road going at high speeds around sharp corners without a second thought, but Ran is actually extremely strategical. He won't do anything without the guarantee of success.

Ran always modifies his car to the extreme from dropping his car to the lowest with lowlights matching his paint job to having detailed imagery on the rims of his car. To Ran racing is more than just going fast, the type of driver you want to be you have to project onto your car that's what he believes, so if his car looks the best then he'll be the best.

His known for his ungodly speeds, reaching up to 180 mph as an average. Rindou refuses to sit in the passenger seat when Ran drives all due to the fact that he thinks Ran is going to crash any second due to his speed, but Ran has never crashed or even had a scratch on his car.

Ran's looks matches his car, both stylish and alluring. Nearly every girl dreams to be in his passenger's seat, but Rans picky and only wants the best, and you- you're the best.

Unlike his speed Ran likes it when you ride him slowly in his driver's seat before a race. He needs to feel your hands through his hair and the tightening of your walls around his member before a race. It's the only way he'll be able to concentrate before a race or that's what he tells you.

"Take your time Angel" Ran says as his hands rest on your waist feeling the slow lift of your hips that slam down to meet his, as his member shoves deep inside you.

"Race is gonna start soon" you barely let out attempting to not cum.

"I know baby, but gotta feel you tighten around me first"

Hanma Shuji

Hanma believes his the best, and to some degree he is. He barely loses any race he enters in. He loves the thrill of it all, the fast cars and the threat of being caught by the cops all leaves his blood pumping and heart racing.

Hanma is an absolute menace when he races, his goal isn't to win just to beat everyone else. He was once set on beating Draken and for the entire race he drove beside Draken at the same speed until they neared the ending where he put his foot to the acceleration and showed Draken just how fast his car was. The look on Drakens face was priceless.

Hanmas car is standard R34 GTR Nissan in neon purple, it's a good car and does what it needs to do. It's his go to, in his eyes the JDM can do no wrong and has won him every race his entered so far. His a GTR man.

Hanma always gets the craziest adrenaline rushes after racing and needs to release it into someone and who better than you the woman who stole his heart, after playing hard to get with him.

And just like everything in Hanma's life he needs to keep that thrill going and what a better way than fucking you on the hood of his car. The thrill of people knowing exactly what he was doing to you, yet to afraid to say anything, Hanma would have their head if they uttered a word.

"Hanma peoples starring" you say biting back a moan.

"Yeah I know they all wish they were me right now" Hanma says as he thrusts deeper into you pulling out moans with each deep thrust hitting that certain spot that had you seeing stars.

Mitsuya

Similar to the Haitani's, Mitsuya likes his car to have a stylish flare to it. Mitsuya likes to have his artwork to decorate the car, he has a dragon on the left side of his car - a design created by him. His known as the twin dragon sharing the title with none other than Draken.

Mitsuya is a calm racer, he knows his capabilities and doesn't put his car or him in danger. His not about to pull some crazy stunt just to get attention or win a race. He knows that there will always be another race he can win. Even though he has a relaxed mentality he seems to win nearly everytime.

Mitsuya helps others with their car modifications if he has the time, Hakkai always asks Mitsuya for modification advice.

Mitsuya likes having you sit in his passenger's seat while his racing. He says it brings him a sense of calmness to his already calm demeanor. In reality Mitsuya likes to finger you while he races, the sensation of your tight walls around his fingers while he speeding through the streets of Tokyo does things to him.

"You enjoying the ride?" Mitsuya asks as he eyes flickers to yours momentarily before going back to the road he was speeding on.

"Yes-s" you hiccup out barely being able to hold back the moans that were slipping out as he slowly pushed his fingers in and out of you.

"Good girl, let's see if you hold from cumming until I finish this race" Mitsuya says which only prompts you to beg him to win, which only motivates him more to drive faster.

Hakkai Shiba

Hakkai loves racing, he loves that he is able to speed on the road with his friends. It's one of his favorite activities to do and the prize money that comes with winning is a bonus as well.

Hakkai is known for his royal blue car decorated with the same pattern that's cut into his hair. Hakkai is extremely good driver but doesn't believe he is, he thinks his average at best. But his a Shiba and Shiba's are never average or that's what Taiju a former racer turned legend tells Hakkai. It's only when Mitsuya praises Hakkai's driving does he truly believe his good.

Hakkai is really inseparable from Mitsuya when he races. He enters nearly every race Mitsuya is in and tries to drive as close as possible to him, his making sure no one rears Mitsuya. Hakkai actually as airfreshener dangling around his front mirror with a picture of him and Mitsuya in.

"Hakkai why is there a picture of you and Mitsuya in your car" you ask lifting the airfreshener to further examine it.

"It's an airfreshener, pine sented. Smells just like Mitsuya and it motivates me to do my best" Hakkai says carefully snatching the picture out of your hand.

His a Mitsuya fan boy okay but he still loves you alot.

Hakkai usually gets really tense before a race. It's only now that his pre-race nerves has settled because you help him.

"Calm down baby" you say as you gently palm his member.

"I know it's I - ah" Hakkai tried explaining but all he could let out was moans as you worked his member. Massaging it up and down to his balls just the way he liked it.

"You're gonna do great baby, I know it" you say taking the precum and using it to further lube up his member knowing that once he cums he'll be ready to race.

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Hakkai and I bdays are like a day after each other so this is my gift for you guys.

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[kisabesworld]

Thou request

Yakuza!Street Racer!Kirishima x afab!fem! reader who’s owns a carshop

quirkless au, dom/som themes, powerplay, choking, a bit of some mean kiri 😪, Im up to see what other suggestions you have in mind.

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I LOVE THIS IDEA AGHHHH

18+ MINORS DNI!!

yakuza!streetracer!kirishima x fem reader

cw: smut, mean kiri, dirty talk, use of mean words, (slut bitch etc.) dub con?? idk i feel like it’s pretty consensual, mentions of cum

you’d been dragged to a lousy street race by your friends. they’d always loved going to them, though they’ve always been more outgoing than you. you just thought it was boring more than anything. the sound of revving engines and cheers from the crowd woke you from your daze. you looked up, seeing the race was about to start.

cars were in rows, getting ready to take off. all of them were expensive, with rowdy men in the drivers seat that looked too cocky for their own good. against your better judgment, one man caught your eye. he had bright red hair, spiked up in a way that definitely fit him. he had a smug smile on his face, his sharp teeth showing. they made you shiver.

his eyes grazed over where you were standing before landing on you. you wouldn’t let this man intimidate you, despite his demeanor. he grinned wider, revving up his hellcats engine and giving you a wink. you tried to push the blush rising to your face away, but to no avail. his eyes only narrowed, his tongue coming out to wet his lips before turning frontwards again. then the race started.

you could feel your heart beating out of your chest. you’d never really been interested in men, much more interested in staying to yourself. but this man, his dangerous demeanor, his sharp toothed smile, it drew you in.

you should’ve listened to your gut.

the race ended fast, the cocky redhead coming in first place. it suited him. you watched for a few minutes, your friends fawning over some of the guys. the red headed man noticed you again, and a sly smile rose to his cheeks. you quickly decided it was time to go. saying goodbye to your friends, you began to walk to your car which was parked not too far away.

just as you unlock your car, a loud engine made you almost jump out of your skin. as you caught your breath, you looked around to see where it was. to your surprise, it was the same black hellcat that held the handsome redhead inside. you rolled your eyes before turning back around.

“hey! babe. c’mere.” he said, his voice deep and the slightest bit raspy. shivers went down your body straight to your toes at his words. you turned, cocking your head at the man.

“why? how do i know you’re not some creep.”

“im the creep?” he says, letting out a loud chuckle that had heat rising to your cheeks in embarrassment. “you’re the one who was eyeing me up at the race, doll. you’re the real creep, aintcha?”

you sighed, walking towards his car. “fine. whatever. what do you want?” you say, annoyance in your tone.

“you need to learn some manners, baby. lemme teach ya, yeah?” he says, a toothy grin on his face. he looked as cocky as ever. you inwardly wondered if he could back all of that up.

“no thank you. if you wanna do business with me though, here’s my card.” you say, handing him the card for your shop. he eyed it before sucking his teeth in annoyance.

“maybe if you stop by though, i’ll consider it.” you continue, walking away from him.

a few days later, you were busy in your shop. same old same old, looking at random guys cars with minor problems that they were too stupid to fix. you sighed, already tired from how boring the day had been. that’s when you heard a familiar engine rev in your parking lot. you grinned wide, though quickly stopped yourself once you realized what you were doing.

you sat up, wiping some of the grime from your face before turning to the redhead.

“hey, doll. you miss me?” he asks, the same toothy grin from before plastered on his face.

“not at all, actually.” you answer back in a matter of fact, sweet as honey tone. he clicks his tongue.

“again with the lack of manners? you’re gonna need more training than i thought, babe.” and with that he pinned you to the side of the bmw you’d been working on. his jean clad knee rested snugly between your thighs.

“woah woah woah— i don’t even know your name!” you say, gripping his t-shirt roughly.

“you tell me yours first, babe.” he responds, waiting for an answer.

“goddamnit- fine! my name is y/n. now what’s yours?”

“say please, doll.” he says, his head leaning down to let his lips ghost your neck. you shivered, swallowing your pride.

“please.” you say, heat rising to your cheeks.

he grins, teeth practically gleaming in the light. they were like razors. “good girl. you learn quick dontcha?” he says, his tone cruel. “my names eijirou.” he says, leaning down yet again to ghost kisses down your neck.

“fuck— feels nice.” you say, squirming at his touch. he chuckled at this, before grabbing your neck and squeezing lightly at the sides. “watch that goddamn filthy mouth, slut.” he says, watching as your eyes widened.

you nodded, suddenly feeling much more willing to comply. his eyes darkened, his hands never leaving your neck.

you could feel yourself slipping into submission at his words. you wanted to fight it— needed to. you knew he was trouble. could feel it in your very bones. but he was just too tempting.

“ah- yes, sir.”

his eyes widen, and suddenly he’s on you, ripping off your t-shirt to suck hickies on the exposed parts of your breast through your bra. “so sweet.. you’re gonna be sweet for me, right sugar?” he asks through kisses trailed down your chest to your belly button.

“yeah—“ he smacks your thigh, hard enough to hurt but soft enough you knew it was only a warning. “manners. yes what?”

you racked your brain, a dumb look on your face as you tried to decipher what he’d said. fuck, you’re already submitting to a man you barely knew. and he knew it all to well.

“already getting fucking dumb? i haven’t even stuck my dick in ya yet, sugar.” he says, crude words sending heat straight to your cunt. god, this man was dangerous and you loved it.

you shifted your thighs together, practically begging him to fuck you with how needy you looked. he just chuckled, man handling you over his shoulder and walking you both into your office. he laid you on your tummy on the desk, a hand pinning both of yours to the small of your back.

“needy little thing aintcha. just need a big strong man like me to dick you down right?” he spits, pulling your pants down to your ankles.

“goddamn, you’ve soaked through your panties! must really like this, huh? dirty fucking bitch.” he says, his voice sweet but words the opposite. you squirmed at his teasing, and in response he left a harsh slap on your ass.

“stay still, babe.” he says, pulling your panties down your ankles and proceeding to blow cold air on your cunt. you let out a whimper at the sensation, but tried your hardest not to move as he asked of you. “awh, good girl. my good girl. you’re learning awful quick for a dumb slut, ya know?”

“i’ll just have to reward you by dicking you down real good, won’t i?” he says, placing a hand on your neck. you moaned loud in response, too far gone too form actual words. you could hear him unzipping his jeans and sliding them down his thighs, anticipation making you shake.

he rubbed his tip through your folds, and you could already tell this man was huge. you could practically feel the veins on his shaft, and it wasn’t even in you yet. your desperate pussy clenched around nothing, ready to be stuffed full.

“all right baby, i’ll take care of you. don’t worry.” he says, his change in demeanor a surprise for you. well, it changed for a moment. after he’d finished bullying his fat cock inside you, he’d just went right back to how he was before. fucking mean.

fucking into you at a pace so rough pencils and papers began to fall from your desk. you moaned loudly, unable to stabilize yourself on anything with him holding your hands behind your back.

“fuckkk— your cunt is so tight- all for me yeah?” he says, fucking into you harder if it was even possible. his balls slapped loudly against your clit, only furthering your pleasure. you’d never felt anything like this before. especially the building pleasure and the feeling you needed to.. pee?

“no— nonono eijirou- need to peeee!” you whined, he only laughed cruelly, pinching your clit harshly and continuing his pace. “ah- eijirou!” you moan, suddenly soaking his dick with squirt. it ran down your thighs and further served to soak your pants and panties. he moaned lightly before pulling out and cumming on your ass with a slight whimper.

“god- that was amazing. let’s do it again sometime, yeah, sugar?” he asks, already grabbing a nearby rag to clean you and himself up.

an: sorryyy if this is rushed i just got off work🫡 hope you enjoy lovelies.

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