Thank you all for participating in the poll! I hope this is what you were waiting for! This one will be dark, so warning ahead! Not proof read and I’m sorry if it’s short/if it’s sucks. I tried to color it, but it kept going wrong, so I apologize
Freedom Doesn’t Exist.
Yandere! Street Punks x Reader
Synopsis: Running from the punks leads nowhere. As always. Revamp credits to @ninja-truffles
Cw and Pairing: Romantic(Oneshot)» Yandere Tendencies, Stalking, Prey and Predator Dynamic, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Sadism, Broken Bones, Force Feeding? Isolation, Straight jacket, Breath play..?
Now playing: 911 by Ellise
Everything ached, the sensation of your lungs burning beneath your ribcage and your bare feet scraping against the ground were the only thing you could really focus on besides the fact that you had escaped. At least, that’s what you think, utterly oblivious to the three, haunting figures tracking you down like a predator hunting injured prey.
“They’re going east on 76th ave.” Ghost’s voice spoke to the three brothers through their comm link; he stayed behind to catch your movements through the traffic cameras, the monitors on his desk were grainy but surprisingly high in graphics. Rebel reached up, pressing his finger against the earpiece, "Got it G, we'll be back soon, keep an eye out if they change." Rebel spoke into the ear com, pulling his hand away, looking at his brothers.
"Why do we have to be out here? Couldn't you have hired someone else to do it, Swift? I don't wanna look like a love sick puppy." M.C. hissed, glaring at his oldest brother, Swift just shrugged, chuckling. "I could've, but imagine their face M.C., seeing our handsome mugs, thinking they actually had a chance.” Swift spoke, grinning. “Aye, enough, they’re getting too damn close to the populated areas more than I appreciate, if you wanna catch ‘em we need to move our asses now.” Rebel spat, a hit of annoyance in his rough tone. M.C. and Swift both rolled their eyes, moving from rooftop to rooftop, closing in on you, stalking you like prey.
A hopeful smile pulled at your lips as you got closer and closer to a public area, seeing other individuals, but before you could even call out, a gloved, three finger hand clasped over your mouth and shoved you into the alleyway, the wind knocking out of you as you were slammed against the solid plastron, the three fingered hand tightened as a gruff chuckle emerged from his throat. “Damn pipsqueak, almost thought we lost ya’, ran so fucking fast out there, you really wanted to leave us? Huh?” Rebel cooed in your ear, his other hand snaking around your waist, making you arch your back slightly.
A sadistic and almost eerie chuckle came from above, M.C. hopping down from the railing of a fire escape, walking over, dragging his metal bat. “Fuckin’ hell angel, you got way too close to those bastards, do you have any idea what people would do to you?!” M.C. spoke, his other hand grabbing your bicep in a tight almost painful manner, making you wince. “You know we only want to help you..” M.C. coaxed, his voice a saccharine tone, laced with teeth rotting sweetness, trying to hide the dark and cruel manipulation. “Alright M.C. enough sweet talk.” Swift spoke, emerging from the shadows, putting his hands in his pockets.
“Come on dollface, you really thought you could escape..? This is what…” he pauses, resting a hand on his waist. “Your fifth time this month? When are you going to give up?” Swift spoke, sighing. “You really won’t learn unless it’s hands on huh? Damn.. just know you brought this on yourself.” Swift spoke coldly, his hands making a signal for Rebel and M.C., in one swift motion you were on the ground, Rebel’s boot on your chest, his hands forcing an old, torn and dirty cloth between your teeth and lips, muffling your noises as much as possible. “You should’ve just listened, just stayed, you have only yourself to blame.. [__]” Rebel spat out your name, as if it tasted like mold or ash on his tongue.
“You’re up M.C. make it quick.” Rebel looked back, M.C. grinning, but it was void of warmth, only holding cruel sadistic intention. “Of course, hold ‘em still.” M.C. chuckled out, walking over, tightening his grasp on his bat. Your eyes widened, now understanding their plan, trying to push Rebel’s boot off your chest, looking at Swift who has his arms crossed as he leaned against the dumpster, his eyes distant; making contact with you before looking away. “Hurry up! They’re getting antsy!” Rebel snapped. M.C. rolling his eyes, sighing, walking closer, bringing his bat up, looking at you. “Sorry angel. This’ll hurt.” He spoke, grinning at you, in one haste movement, his bat slammed against your ankles, shattering the delicate bone, making you let out a scream of utter agonizing pain, then another hit, your kneecaps; the blow so hard and strong it made you wheeze, your knees popping out of their joint in a macabre way. You rested your head against the filthy concrete of the alleyway, your eyes watering, vile bubbling in your throat and your breath raggedy and pained, unable to see straight.
Rebel removed his boot, looking down at you, sighing. “Was the second hit really necessary M.C..?” He looked at his youngest brother, raising his brow bone. M.C. shrugging. “Better be safe than sorry.” He spoke having no remorse or care. Swift walking back over to the three of you, scooping up your body with ease, putting your limp and shattered frame on his shoulder, his shell digging into your chest. “Let’s just get ‘em home, Ghost will patch ‘em up.” He spoke, a small but barely noticeable hint of guilt in his tone, turning away and ascending the latter, making his way back up to the rooftop. You got one last look of Rebel’s cold face and M.C.’s psychotic grin before you passed out from the pain in your legs.
“Hey, wake up.” A voice spoke, tapping your face almost irritatedly. Letting out a rough and pained groan, your eyelids fluttered open, Swift crouched down, facing you directly, grinning. “There we go, thought you’d never wake up. M.C. went a little crazy with his bat huh?” His fingers gently touched your now bandaged legs, your ankles smothered in the rough fabric as well as your knees. Swift tilted his head, looking at you. “You know this is your fault, right?” He spoke, his tone cold, and eerily calm. “If you didn’t run, if you would’ve just accepted us, you wouldn’t have got your damn legs shattered.” He let out a sigh, rubbing his temple. “Now we have to deal with this, you never make anything easy, do you, doll?”
Swift leaned down, fiddling and securing the custom made straight jacket, the leather creaking and groaning as his fingers worked with the straps and buckles. Once he was pleased with your inability to move your arms, he gave your bicep a gentle pat. “There, all snug and comfortable. Well.. as comfortable as you can be in a straight jacket.” He spoke, his head snapping to the side when he saw the metal door of your isolated room open, Rebel walking in, Swift stood up and moved back, leaning against the far wall, watching his brother. As Rebel walked in he placed a small try of food down, it wasn’t anything bad, but definitely wasn’t Rebel‘s famous cooking.
“You wanna feed ‘em or do I?” Rebel spoke, looking back at his twin brother, Swift just shrugged in response, not moving which earned a irritated sigh from the belize slider. Rebel grabbed the spoon from the dish, scooping up a heap of it, holding it out in front of you. “Eat.” He snapped, but you just kept quiet, turning your head. “Fuckin’ stubborn little..” Rebel grabbed you by the collar of your straight jacket, forcing the spoon between your lips, his other hand moving from the collar of your jacket to your nose, plugging it and forcing you to swallow. Each gulp made your ears pop and stomach groan in distaste.
After what felt like an eternity, Rebel stood up, leaving without another word, having done his part, leaving you feeling uncomfortably full. Once Rebel closed the door behind him, Swift stalked to the door, looking back at you. “Anything you wanna say before I leave?” He spoke in a cocky attitude. You just looked up at him; your glare cold and distant. “I will never love any of you monsters..” you spat. He paused in the doorway, a shadow covering his face, when he spoke, his words were calculated and cold. “Then we’ll just have to force you..you’ll break soon enough.” With that, the door shut, leaving you locked away in isolation, sealed away. Only for the four brothers to see, like a macabre prize.










