With Haitani Ran, Terano South (Minami), Shiba Taiju, Draken
Notes: your parents kick you out, hurt/comfort. Some cuss words. Taiju carries his own warning, as does South.
Ko-fi
Part 2
Ran:
Ran was officially upset. He had been notified hours ago about you being kicked out by your parents. Why hadn’t you called him yet? Did you not trust him? Did you not think he was good enough to take care of you? Why hadn’t you called him?
“Just go find her.” Rindou was officially tired of Ran’s pacing.
Ran opened his mouth to reply to his brother when a message appeared on his phone. <your girl checked into a motel a few blocks away> Ran sneered as he reread the message before walking to the door, slamming it shut behind him with his frustration. Getting your room number upon arrival had been stupidly easy, the receptionist had been shaking in fear when he demanded it.
Ran, if he was being honest with himself, hadn’t thought this far ahead. He had no idea what he was going to say to you but here he was, fist hammering away at your door. He wasn’t expecting you to answer with red eyes and tear stains on your face. One sniffle was all it took for him to shove his way into your room, slamming the door before pulling you to his chest. Ran let you cry for several minutes, let your tears soak into his shirt, all the while rubbing circles on your back.
“Why didn’t you call me?” Ran asked, voice soft when your sobs turned to hiccups.
“They took my phone, and I knew you’d come find me.” You say between sniffles, head still tucked into his chest.
And now Ran hates himself. If he had gotten over his pride sooner about not being called then he could have gotten you out of this dinghy motel sooner.
“C’mon, grab your stuff, you’re coming home with me.” Ran says, pulling you around the tiny room to grab your bag before leading you out to his bike.
“You sure?” You ask as the two of you walk into Ran’s room.
“Never been more sure of anything.” Ran replies, giving you his usual over confident smirk before softening and kissing the top of your head.
South:
Whatever South was expecting when he was picking you up, this was not it. He could hear you arguing and your parents yelling and just as he raised his fist to knock the door it was flung open and South caught you as your mother shoved you out along with a duffle bag.
“Are you okay?” South asked, watching as you tried to wipe the tears from your face before shaking your head no.
South simply pulled the duffle bag off your shoulder and over his own before leading you away from your parent’s home. The drive back to his apartment was filled with your muffled cries and the sound of his bike making the startling silence of his living space a shock. As soon as he locked the door behind the two of you, South dragged you over to his couch and pulled you down on top of him holding you close until you finished crying.
“Do you want to talk about it?” South asked, gently running his thumb up and down the back of your neck.
“Not right now.” You mumble, your face pressed against the skin of his neck.
South hums an agreement to your response and continues to hold you, only separating briefly to order takeout while you disappear into his bathroom to splash some cold water on your face. During your absence South made a quick call for delivery before rejoining you on the couch, turning on the TV and handing you the remote.
“Minami, what am I gonna do?” Your voice cracks and a fresh wave of tears lines your lashes.
“You’re gonna stay here and let me take care of you. You don’t have to worry about anything.” South pulls you closer
It’s hours later when South leaves you tucked into his bed, he didn’t want to leave but your parents were going to learn that making you cry was unacceptable.
Taiju:
Taiju was pissed, more so than normal, because he had been forced to cancel his plans with you to deal with a rival gang. Now, you weren’t answering your phone and Taiju was about to blow a fuse. Only to fully lose his temper after tripping over his siblings shoes scattered in front of the door.
“What the fuck is going on?” Taiju seethed as he rounded the corner into the living room, only to stop short at the sight in front of him. Yuzuha was holding an ice pack to your face while Hakkai was wringing his hands in the background. All three of you were staring at him.
“Someone better start explaining. Now.” Taiju could feel himself losing every bit of patience as the three of you continued to stare at him.
“We didn’t do it! We were walking home when we saw her old man slap her and I kind of recognized her from the picture in your room..” Hakkai trailed off when Taiju focused his glare on him before looking back at you. You had lowered your eyes again and now that he was really looking at you Taiju could see the bruise forming under the ice pack. Taiju sighs, doing his best to manage his temper before speaking.
“You two go away.” Taiju says after a moment, waiting until both left the room before kneeling in front of you.
“Tai-“ you try to explain only to stop when he gently moves the ice pack from your face.
“Did he hit you anywhere else?” Taiju asked, getting a better look at the bruise before returning the ice pack to your face.
“No, I’m sorry fo-“
“Do not. Do not apologize. You’re supposed to call me when your dad is like this.” Taiju said, looking you over for any other injuries despite what you said.
“My phone died and I had just gotten home. They threw me out.”
Taiju freezes, “They what?”
“They kicked me out. My dad said I can’t ever go back.” This statement brings tears to your eyes.
Taiju sighs again, though this time it is mostly to remind himself to breathe and that yelling would not be helpful at this moment.
“Come on, we can figure everything out tomorrow.” Taiju stands and pulls you up from the couch, leading you to his room to get you something to wear before gently pushing you into the bathroom. After making sure you’re in the shower, Taiju knocks on both his siblings' doors.
“You two will stay home tomorrow and keep y/n company. Please.” Taiju states, arms crossed.
“He said please!” Hakkai was almost as awed as he was afraid.
“Would you like me to take it back?” Taiju growled, patience thin.
Hakkai shook his head no hard enough to give himself whiplash while Yuzuha asked, “Where are you gonna be?”
“Getting y/n’s stuff.” Taiju responded gruffly before walking away.
If Taiju had looked behind him he would have seen the shocked looks on his siblings’ faces but that was for another time. He was almost back in his room before he paused and looked over his shoulder.
“Hakkai, you come in my room again and you’ll be in trouble.”
Draken:
“Kenny boy! You have a visitor!” One of the girl’s voices sang cheerily through his door, accompanied by the sound of giggling.
Draken expected to see Mikey or Mitsuya or even Takemichi. He did not expect to see y/n with a watery smile being hugged on by at least four prostitutes.
“What’s going on here?” Draken asked as he pulled you into his room, taking in the tears on your lashes and the bag over your shoulder.
“My mom and I are fighting again. Do- do you think I could stay a few days? Just until things settle down?” You ask, suddenly finding the floor very interesting.
Draken simply pulled your bag off your shoulder before hugging you, “You can stay as long as you need.”
You had been staying with Draken for a few days now, he was currently at a Toman meeting while you stayed in his room with the door locked. He had been very adamant about keeping the door locked. Draken hadn’t expected to get back, a bit later than he planned, to find you crying.
“What’s wrong?” Draken asked, rushing to your side.
“My mom said since I’m acting like a whore I might as well stay here for good.” You reply, sniffling as Draken pulls you closer.
Draken lets you sob into his chest for what feels like hours.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be okay.” Draken murmurs when you start to calm down.
“We?”
“Yeah dummy. We will be okay.” Draken kisses the top of your head.
“Does that mean I can call you Kenny boy?”
“No.”
The giggle you let you brings a smile to Draken’s face, placing another kiss on top of your head. Everything would be okay.
It had been years since you had seen your mother. Since you had seen any of your family really. It was okay though, you had Ken and his found family of prostitutes and gang members. The two of you had moved out of the brothel and into the apartment above the bike shop and you had a near constant stream of visitors most weekends. You never expected to see your mother again. You certainly hadn’t expected to see her today while you and Ken were grocery shopping. The two of you stood frozen in the otherwise empty produce section, your mother’s eyes wide and locked on to you while your eyes darted around looking to see where Ken had wandered off to.
“Y/n, I wan-” your mother started, only to be cut off by you suddenly finding your voice.
“You don’t get to want anything from me.” your voice sounded cold, even to you.
It was then that Ken finally came back, a couple items in his hand that he carefully deposited in the basket before stepping between you and your mother, facing you and meeting your gaze.
“Do you want to talk to her?” he asked, voice low as he watched you. When you shook your head no, Ken simply nodded before beginning to guide you and the basket away.
“I’m her mother, she has to talk to me! I raised her! I put a roof over her head and fed her! She has to speak to me!” your mother was in hysterics at this point, nearly screaming at the two of you.
The two of you simply kept walking, ignoring the woman behind you as the two of you checked out and went home. Ken could see that you were truly distressed by the whole situation and made you lay down on the couch after rolling a sleeping Mikey onto the floor while he put the groceries away.
“What's up with you?” Mikey asked as he righted himself on the floor.
“We saw my mom in the store. It wasn’t…pleasant.” you mumbled, cuddling a pillow to your chest.
“And Ken-chin didn’t get in a fight?” Mikey chuckled, reaching up to poke your forehead.
“No, Mikey, I did not get in a fight at the grocery store.” Ken replied as scooted you over to lay down behind you on the couch.
“You gonna cuddle me too Kenny boy?”
“Fuck off Mikey.” Ken grumbled, burying his face in the back of your neck.
“Ew, no smooching while I’m here.” Mikey whined, pulling a giggle from you.
“You can leave then.” Ken grumbled.
You giggled again, rolling over to face Ken, earning a kiss on your lips.
“You good baby?” he asked, arms tightening around your body
“Yeah, I think so.”
“We’ll get through this. Together. Always. And if your mom becomes an issue, I know for a fact that Baji’s mom is willing to throw hands.”
these are all the prompts i'm still working on, if a prompt does not have a name next to it, then a character hasn't been selected and you are welcome to suggest someone!
also if any of you have any preference as to what i write/post first, you are always welcome to ask me! I will cross out as I post/complete writing.
hey, tell me what's wrong? rin mastuoka (free!)
are you alright?
what's going on? Muto (TR)
come here, let me hold you. Kotaro Bokuto (HQ)
Please don't cry Jason Silver (KNB)
I have you Nash Gold JR (KNB)
Take a deep breath
Tell me what you're feeling. akaashi (HQ)
I'll take care of it, don't worry. South (Minami) (TR)
i won't leave rindou haitani (TR)
why don't we go on a drive. ran haitani (TR)
let it out. Izana (TR)
everybody makes mistakes.
you're alright
shh shh, it's okay. Kakucho Hitto (TR)
do you—can I—do you want to be held? taiga kagami (KNB)
do you want solutions, or comfort? shintaro midorima (KNB)
I have chocolate/flowers haru (Free!)
Do you want to watch a movie with me? Hanma Shuji (TR)
Tell me what I can do for you Hakkai Shiba (TR)
who do I need to punch? keisuke baji (TR)
you don't have to be perfect sakusa (HQ)
you're perfect just the way you are. Seijuro (Free!)
how can I help you?
can I touch you? Murasakibara (KNB)
where does it hurt? Nash Gold Jr (KNB)
you're allowed to be weak, you know. Teppei Kiyoshi (KNB)
you have this.
you're never a burden. Satori Tendou (HQ)
you aren't weak
we'll get through this. Draken (TR)
relax, I got you. Daiki Aomine (KNB)
please just open up. I don't want to leave you alone Sousuke Yamazaki (Free!)
they're not going to get to you, I promise. mochi (TR)
Follow my breaths.
I'm so weak
I'm sorry I'm not strong enough shion madarame (TR)
I'm a burden aren't I? Ushijima Wakatoshi (HQ)
I—please help. Baji Keisuke (TR)
I can't breathe, I don't know what to do—I can't— Wakatoshi Ushijima (HQ)
I feel lightheaded Nebuya (KNB)
I'm sorry, we were supposed to have fun today. Kotaro Bokuto (HQ)
I'm getting your shirt wet… Hanamiya Makoto (KNB)
are you sure this is okay? Tendou Satori (HQ)
i should be stronger Haizaki (KNB)
hold me, please. benkei (TR)
why won't you let me apologize? Bokuto Kotaro (HQ)
thank you for this.
I feel safe with you. Hakkai Shiba (TR)
..you bought me flowers/chocolate?
did you real drive all this way for me? It's two in the morning. kuroo (HQ)
is this a comfort movie? Kuroo (HQ)
you cam all this way? For me? Tsukishima (HQ)
I'm not worth the time you spent coming over here. draken (TR)
please leave. I'm— kyoutani (HQ)
…why are you here?
my problems are mine, i don't want to be a burden to you Taiju Shiba (TR)
you're too nice to me
it's raining. You should be inside. I'm fine.
I'm sorry.
why can't you understand? You're too good for me. Toru Oikawa (HQ)
I can't do this. I can't—I can't—I cant Aone Takanobu (HQ)
Just shut up! I'm not as good as you say I am. Oikawa Tooru (HQ)
why do you care so much?
am I really worth it?
thank you for being here.
i thought I'd be alone after what happened today..thank you.
these are all the prompts i'm still working on, if a prompt does not have a name next to it, then a character hasn't been selected and you are welcome to suggest someone!
also if any of you have any preference as to what i write/post first, you are always welcome to ask me! I will cross out as I post/complete writing.
hey, tell me what's wrong? rin mastuoka (free!)
are you alright?
what's going on? Muto (TR)
come here, let me hold you. Kotaro Bokuto (HQ)
Please don't cry Jason Silver (KNB)
I have you Nash Gold JR (KNB)
Take a deep breath
Tell me what you're feeling. akaashi (HQ)
I'll take care of it, don't worry. South (Minami) (TR)
i won't leave rindou haitani (TR)
why don't we go on a drive. ran haitani (TR)
let it out. Izana (TR)
everybody makes mistakes.
you're alright
shh shh, it's okay. Kakucho Hitto (TR)
do you—can I—do you want to be held? taiga kagami (KNB)
do you want solutions, or comfort? shintaro midorima (KNB)
I have chocolate/flowers haru (Free!)
Do you want to watch a movie with me? Hanma Shuji (TR)
Tell me what I can do for you Hakkai Shiba (TR)
who do I need to punch? keisuke baji (TR)
you don't have to be perfect sakusa (HQ)
you're perfect just the way you are. Seijuro (Free!)
how can I help you?
can I touch you? Murasakibara (KNB)
where does it hurt? Nash Gold Jr (KNB)
you're allowed to be weak, you know. Teppei Kiyoshi (KNB)
you have this.
you're never a burden. Satori Tendou (HQ)
you aren't weak
we'll get through this. Draken (TR)
relax, I got you. Daiki Aomine (KNB)
please just open up. I don't want to leave you alone Sousuke Yamazaki (Free!)
they're not going to get to you, I promise. mochi (TR)
Follow my breaths.
I'm so weak
I'm sorry I'm not strong enough shion madarame (TR)
I'm a burden aren't I? Ushijima Wakatoshi (HQ)
I—please help. Baji Keisuke (TR)
I can't breathe, I don't know what to do—I can't— Wakatoshi Ushijima (HQ)
I feel lightheaded Nebuya (KNB)
I'm sorry, we were supposed to have fun today. Kotaro Bokuto (HQ)
I'm getting your shirt wet… Hanamiya Makoto (KNB)
are you sure this is okay? Tendou Satori (HQ)
i should be stronger Haizaki (KNB)
hold me, please. benkei (TR)
why won't you let me apologize? Bokuto Kotaro (HQ)
thank you for this.
I feel safe with you. Hakkai Shiba (TR)
..you bought me flowers/chocolate?
did you real drive all this way for me? It's two in the morning. kuroo (HQ)
is this a comfort movie? Kuroo (HQ)
you cam all this way? For me? Tsukishima (HQ)
I'm not worth the time you spent coming over here. draken (TR)
please leave. I'm— kyoutani (HQ)
…why are you here?
my problems are mine, i don't want to be a burden to you Taiju Shiba (TR)
you're too nice to me
it's raining. You should be inside. I'm fine.
I'm sorry.
why can't you understand? You're too good for me. Toru Oikawa (HQ)
I can't do this. I can't—I can't—I cant Aone Takanobu (HQ)
Just shut up! I'm not as good as you say I am. Oikawa Tooru (HQ)
why do you care so much?
am I really worth it?
thank you for being here.
i thought I'd be alone after what happened today..thank you.
C/w: he is a menace and I will not apologize. Cussing and talks about beating up someone.
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Taiju had several regrets in life. But you would never be one of them. Sleeping in the same bed with you after an emotional night might have been a mistake though. Taiju had wanted to get an early start. He had wanted to storm over to your dad’s house and give him hell for touching you, for bruising you. He especially wanted to gather your clothes because seeing you in his clothes had sinful thoughts flying around his head all night. Taiju had woken up to you pressed against his side and for a moment let himself sink back into his pillow, pulling you closer as he peaked down at your face and was reminded of why he wanted to bury his fist in your father’s face.
The bruising had darken and swollen during the night, leaving your face a tad puffy on one side. Taiju gently brushed his thumb across the raised skin, causing your eyebrows to pull together and your lips to turn down. A moment later your eye fluttered open and confusion danced across your expression until your eyes met his. Remembering the events of the previous day had tears welling in your eyes again and Taiju pulled you closer, letting you cling to him.
“I don’t want to get out of bed today.” you whispered as you turned your face into his chest, trying to disappear.
“You don’t have to. I’ll take care of everything today.” Taiju replied, voice rough as he held you for a few more minutes before kissing the top of your head and gently untangling himself from the sheets and got out of bed.
“Where are you going?” you ask, hand reaching out to hold onto the back of his shirt.
“To get your things from your house.” Taiju answered, reaching back to gently pull your hand from his shirt before turning around to kiss your forehead.
“Please don’t get in trouble for me.”
“We’ll see. Though I doubt your family could give me much trouble.” Taiju smirked, earning a watery giggle from you.
“I’m serious Taiju, please don’t get in trouble.”
“I’ll do my best. Do you want to stay in bed?” Taiju asked as he walked to his closet to get dressed, hearing your mumbled affirmative after a moment of consideration.
Taiju walks back into the room dressed and kneels next to the bed, noticing how you had shifted over to lay in the warm spot he had left, “Hakkai and Yuzuha should be around while I’m gone, call if you need anything.”
You nodded before reaching out to brush his hair from his face, “You’ll be back soon?”
“As soon as I can be, and when I get back we can figure everything else out.”
C/w: none, i think. if you see something let me know.
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It was small things at first. Minami had cleared a couple drawers in his dresser for you to use. Then, the closet suddenly had more free space and room was made for your shoes in the entrance way. Today you had returned to Minami’s from the grocery store to find him rearranging the pantry.
“What are you doing?” you ask, a bit concerned when your voice startles the tall man, causing him to hit his head.
“Don’t sneak up on me.” South replied, poking your forehead with one hand while the other rubbed the sore spot of the back of his head.
“You didn’t answer my question.” you sighed as you began unloading groceries.
“I’m trying to make it easier for you to reach things.”
His words caused you to pause, a small smile curling your lips. Before your silence could alarm him too much you spun around and flung yourself into his arms, forcing South to catch you.
“Thank you.” you mumbled as he lifted you into his arms, resting your forehead against his neck.
South pulls you closer, internally deciding that now was the perfect time to take a break. Lifting you further into his arms, South walks into the living room, one hand reaching out to flick on the stereo, allowing classical music to softly play in the background and he collapses on the couch with you on his chest. The two of you laid together for a long while, letting the music wash over you as you relaxed.
“While I’m not happy with how it happened, I’m happy you’re here with me.” South’s voice was rough, the emotions making him a bit uncomfortable.
“I’m always happy to be with you, Minami.” you whisper back, your hand finding his and tangling your fingers together.
The two of you remain cuddled together until you notice the sun has almost set.
“If I finish putting away the pantry and groceries, will you pick up dinner?” you ask, raising your head off South’s chest to look at him.
“Sure thing angelface.” South replies before helping you up to your feet and pulling himself up as well.
It was hours later, both of you tucked in bed when your thoughts caught up with you again. It was hard to feel anything but safe and warm with South wrapped around you but your brain was doing its best, feeding you anxiety and worries, causing you to tense up and inadvertently waking your very large boyfriend.
“What's wrong?” Minami’s voice is slurred with sleep but his arms pull you impossibly closer, shielding you with his body.
You open your mouth, intending to say that everything is fine, instead a choked sob leaves your lips, causing South to turn away from you briefly to flick on the lamp before looking at you again, suddenly very awake and alert, his large hand cradling your face.
“Are you hurt?” South demands, a thread of panic lacing its way through his voice as his other arm pulls you closer to his body, looking for signs of injury.
“I’m alright.” you finally manage through your tears and hiccups, though your words do very little to reassure your boyfriend.
“It’s going to be okay.” South sighs out as he drops his forehead to rest against yours, his eyes closing for a moment as he takes a deep breath before staring down at you again.
“I know, I believe you.” Your voice is barely above a whisper but your words are enough for South to relax, moving to lay down on his side again and cuddle you against his chest.
A/N: this is Ran's part 2 of New Home! if I'm lucky I'll get the other's posted today as well.
C/w: a couple cuss words? not much
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What’s going to happen now?
The question had been circling your mind since you had woken up. You hadn’t heard Ran get out of bed and waking up alone had sent your anxiety into a full sprint. Finally, after several minutes of getting worked up, you decided to get out of bed. Laying there not knowing was driving you crazy and as you peeked out of Ran’s room you heard movement in the kitchen.
Tiptoeing down the hall you peeked into the kitchen, causing the occupant to let out a startled shout.
“What the fuck! Don’t do that!” Rindou nearly shouted as he braced himself against the counter, muttering about how it was too early for shit like this.
“Sorry, sorry-” you began, stepping fully into the kitchen only to be cut off by Rindou.
“You’re fine, you’re fine. Ran should be back soon, in case you’re wondering.” Rindou waved off your apologies before taking a sip of coffee.
You nodded and stood awkwardly, shuffling your feet and grasping the hem of your borrowed shirt, trying to find the words to a question you didn’t know how to ask when the front door opened, effectively cutting off your train of thought. Both you and Rindou watched as Ran walked into view before suddenly stopping causing whoever was behind him to walk into his back and cuss.
“Sweetheart, as much as I appreciate the view, please put on pants.” Ran said while holding the person behind him back.
“I’m wearing shorts.” you replied a little dumbfounded as you raised the hem of the shirt enough for Ran to see the bottom of the shorts you were wearing underneath.
Rindou snorted a laugh into his coffee cup and whoever was with Ran finally stuck his head into view around Ran’s body to get a look at you.
Ran simply pushed him away, rolling his eyes before walking over to you, curling his long arms around your waist and gently leading you back to his room. Only once the door was shut and locked behind him did get a good look at you.
“What’s got you all worked up?” his voice was soft but you could hear the underlying worry.
“Y-you weren’t here when I woke up and-” you hiccupped lightly, already on the verge of tears as yesterday’s emotion welled up again.
“oh no, sweetheart, it’s okay, I’m here now.” Ran murmured as he cupped your face, brushing tears away with his thumbs before kissing your forehead.
Ran gently led you back to bed, pulling you into his lap as he leaned against the headboard and let you cry, hands rubbing your back until your hiccups and sniffles died down.
“I’m here for you, baby, always will be.” Ran murmured into your ear, making sure you could hear the sincerity of his promise.
C/w: none, i think. if you see something let me know.
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It was small things at first. Minami had cleared a couple drawers in his dresser for you to use. Then, the closet suddenly had more free space and room was made for your shoes in the entrance way. Today you had returned to Minami’s from the grocery store to find him rearranging the pantry.
“What are you doing?” you ask, a bit concerned when your voice startles the tall man, causing him to hit his head.
“Don’t sneak up on me.” South replied, poking your forehead with one hand while the other rubbed the sore spot of the back of his head.
“You didn’t answer my question.” you sighed as you began unloading groceries.
“I’m trying to make it easier for you to reach things.”
His words caused you to pause, a small smile curling your lips. Before your silence could alarm him too much you spun around and flung yourself into his arms, forcing South to catch you.
“Thank you.” you mumbled as he lifted you into his arms, resting your forehead against his neck.
South pulls you closer, internally deciding that now was the perfect time to take a break. Lifting you further into his arms, South walks into the living room, one hand reaching out to flick on the stereo, allowing classical music to softly play in the background and he collapses on the couch with you on his chest. The two of you laid together for a long while, letting the music wash over you as you relaxed.
“While I’m not happy with how it happened, I’m happy you’re here with me.” South’s voice was rough, the emotions making him a bit uncomfortable.
“I’m always happy to be with you, Minami.” you whisper back, your hand finding his and tangling your fingers together.
The two of you remain cuddled together until you notice the sun has almost set.
“If I finish putting away the pantry and groceries, will you pick up dinner?” you ask, raising your head off South’s chest to look at him.
“Sure thing angelface.” South replies before helping you up to your feet and pulling himself up as well.
It was hours later, both of you tucked in bed when your thoughts caught up with you again. It was hard to feel anything but safe and warm with South wrapped around you but your brain was doing its best, feeding you anxiety and worries, causing you to tense up and inadvertently waking your very large boyfriend.
“What's wrong?” Minami’s voice is slurred with sleep but his arms pull you impossibly closer, shielding you with his body.
You open your mouth, intending to say that everything is fine, instead a choked sob leaves your lips, causing South to turn away from you briefly to flick on the lamp before looking at you again, suddenly very awake and alert, his large hand cradling your face.
“Are you hurt?” South demands, a thread of panic lacing its way through his voice as his other arm pulls you closer to his body, looking for signs of injury.
“I’m alright.” you finally manage through your tears and hiccups, though your words do very little to reassure your boyfriend.
“It’s going to be okay.” South sighs out as he drops his forehead to rest against yours, his eyes closing for a moment as he takes a deep breath before staring down at you again.
“I know, I believe you.” Your voice is barely above a whisper but your words are enough for South to relax, moving to lay down on his side again and cuddle you against his chest.
A/N: this is Ran's part 2 of New Home! if I'm lucky I'll get the other's posted today as well.
C/w: a couple cuss words? not much
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What’s going to happen now?
The question had been circling your mind since you had woken up. You hadn’t heard Ran get out of bed and waking up alone had sent your anxiety into a full sprint. Finally, after several minutes of getting worked up, you decided to get out of bed. Laying there not knowing was driving you crazy and as you peeked out of Ran’s room you heard movement in the kitchen.
Tiptoeing down the hall you peeked into the kitchen, causing the occupant to let out a startled shout.
“What the fuck! Don’t do that!” Rindou nearly shouted as he braced himself against the counter, muttering about how it was too early for shit like this.
“Sorry, sorry-” you began, stepping fully into the kitchen only to be cut off by Rindou.
“You’re fine, you’re fine. Ran should be back soon, in case you’re wondering.” Rindou waved off your apologies before taking a sip of coffee.
You nodded and stood awkwardly, shuffling your feet and grasping the hem of your borrowed shirt, trying to find the words to a question you didn’t know how to ask when the front door opened, effectively cutting off your train of thought. Both you and Rindou watched as Ran walked into view before suddenly stopping causing whoever was behind him to walk into his back and cuss.
“Sweetheart, as much as I appreciate the view, please put on pants.” Ran said while holding the person behind him back.
“I’m wearing shorts.” you replied a little dumbfounded as you raised the hem of the shirt enough for Ran to see the bottom of the shorts you were wearing underneath.
Rindou snorted a laugh into his coffee cup and whoever was with Ran finally stuck his head into view around Ran’s body to get a look at you.
Ran simply pushed him away, rolling his eyes before walking over to you, curling his long arms around your waist and gently leading you back to his room. Only once the door was shut and locked behind him did get a good look at you.
“What’s got you all worked up?” his voice was soft but you could hear the underlying worry.
“Y-you weren’t here when I woke up and-” you hiccupped lightly, already on the verge of tears as yesterday’s emotion welled up again.
“oh no, sweetheart, it’s okay, I’m here now.” Ran murmured as he cupped your face, brushing tears away with his thumbs before kissing your forehead.
Ran gently led you back to bed, pulling you into his lap as he leaned against the headboard and let you cry, hands rubbing your back until your hiccups and sniffles died down.
“I’m here for you, baby, always will be.” Ran murmured into your ear, making sure you could hear the sincerity of his promise.
C/w: negligent parents/abusive parents/running away from home (for a good reason)/Rindou creeps around in closets
A/n: a continuation (?) from Little One
You were under your bed again. It was quiet and your parents couldn’t find you. It didn’t hurt that Ran had stopped truly trying to scare you and would often pull on your foot just to get you to come under the bed to talk to you. Your parents had finally begun the early stages of a nasty divorce and you were pulled into the middle and told to pick sides. When you had refused you had been cussed out by both sides. Hence why you began hiding under your bed with Ran more and more often.
“If I run away, will you be able to come with me or are you stuck here?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper.
“Little one, as amusing as it is that you think I’m stuck here, you would be incorrect.” Ran mumbled a reply while occupied with his phone.
“Who are you texting?” You ask, trying to take a peek at his phone, earning yourself a flick on the forehead.
“Nosy little thing. If you must know, I am texting my brother.”
“You have a brother?” The disbelief must have been very apparent in your voice, causing Ran to turn on his side to look at you.
“Did you think I just appeared in the world one day?” Ran asked, unamused.
“Well yeah, kinda figured that’s how it went.”
“Little one, if you are not careful I will take you with me when I leave.” Ran sighed before gently tugging a lock of your hair.
“Would you really?” You lower your eyes as you whisper, missing the way that Ran’s eyes widen.
“All you have to do is ask.” Ran replied before pulling you closer.
Ran hadn’t shown up for the past week when your parents had finally broken you. You had just returned from your part time job when your mother burst into your room, clearly drunk screaming at you about taking your father’s side while she pulled so hard you thought your hair might fall out. A hard push sent her tumbling away from you as you grabbed the bag you had packed with your important things and necessities before darting out the door with your shoes in your hand. You ran two blocks before you stopped to put on your shoes, walking another block before hopping on the bus. You had some cash on you but it wasn’t a lot and a cheap motel room on the other side of town would be your only option tonight.
The room you got was run down but clean and you said your thanks for the small miracles. You managed to shower and get changed before the reality of what had happened actually hit you, nearly forcing you to the floor with the weight of it. You reached for the bed, dropping to your knees as you tried to peer under it, only for you to discover there was no gap for you to squeeze under. No Ran waiting there to grab your feet. You found yourself tucked into a corner in the closet, squeezing yourself as small as possible as you shook apart.
“This is stupid -I’m stupid.” You cried to yourself only to scream when someone cleared their throat right next to you
“No need to scream.” The voice said and you turned to see a man with blonde hair and round glasses sitting next to you.
“W-who are you?” You could scarcely make your lips form words as you stared at the stranger.
“Rindou.” The man replies as he pulls out his phone and begins typing away on the screen.
The two of you sit in silence for several minutes before he, Rindou, speaks again.
“Well my brother is on his way, finally, so I’ll be taking my leave now.”
“Your brother?” You manage to squeak out, turning your head to look at him.
“Yeah, I gotta go clean up his mess. See ya around.” Rindou said as he walked out of the door and when you ran and opened the door to see where he went the hallway was empty. You slowly closed the door, turning around to look into the room only to scream again when Ran was standing right behind you. His hand shot past you to slam the door closed and lock it behind you before backing you up against the door.
“Did she hurt you?” Ran nearly hissed, eyes narrowing as they scanned all of your visible skin.
“W-what?” Your brain is racing trying to keep with the situation.
“Did. She. Hurt. You.” Ran nearly growled, crowding even further into your space.
“I’m okay.” You mumble, eyes cast down as your fingers tangle with the loose end of his shirt.
“Hey, you’re okay little one, you’re okay. I’m here now.” Ran shushed as he wiped the tears you hadn’t realized were falling.
“Where did you go?” You asked, looking up at him again, tears lining your lash line.
“I’m sorry little one, I was busy getting some stuff ready.” Ran spoke softly now, his large hands holding your face.
“Ready for what?” Your question was followed by a sniffle.
“To take you away, I’m not gonna let you sleep on the floor under a bed anymore.” Ran chuckled as he spoke but you could see the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Where are we going?” Your fingers clenched around his shirt a little tighter.
“With me of course. Well Rindou will be there too, but he is less important.” Ran smiled at you, pulling you closer with an arm around your waist.
“Rindou haunts closets and you’re the monster under the bed?”
“Just your bed little one and you need to help me get Rindou out of the closet.”
C/w: negligent parents/abusive parents/running away from home (for a good reason)/Rindou creeps around in closets
A/n: a continuation (?) from Little One
You were under your bed again. It was quiet and your parents couldn’t find you. It didn’t hurt that Ran had stopped truly trying to scare you and would often pull on your foot just to get you to come under the bed to talk to you. Your parents had finally begun the early stages of a nasty divorce and you were pulled into the middle and told to pick sides. When you had refused you had been cussed out by both sides. Hence why you began hiding under your bed with Ran more and more often.
“If I run away, will you be able to come with me or are you stuck here?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper.
“Little one, as amusing as it is that you think I’m stuck here, you would be incorrect.” Ran mumbled a reply while occupied with his phone.
“Who are you texting?” You ask, trying to take a peek at his phone, earning yourself a flick on the forehead.
“Nosy little thing. If you must know, I am texting my brother.”
“You have a brother?” The disbelief must have been very apparent in your voice, causing Ran to turn on his side to look at you.
“Did you think I just appeared in the world one day?” Ran asked, unamused.
“Well yeah, kinda figured that’s how it went.”
“Little one, if you are not careful I will take you with me when I leave.” Ran sighed before gently tugging a lock of your hair.
“Would you really?” You lower your eyes as you whisper, missing the way that Ran’s eyes widen.
“All you have to do is ask.” Ran replied before pulling you closer.
Ran hadn’t shown up for the past week when your parents had finally broken you. You had just returned from your part time job when your mother burst into your room, clearly drunk screaming at you about taking your father’s side while she pulled so hard you thought your hair might fall out. A hard push sent her tumbling away from you as you grabbed the bag you had packed with your important things and necessities before darting out the door with your shoes in your hand. You ran two blocks before you stopped to put on your shoes, walking another block before hopping on the bus. You had some cash on you but it wasn’t a lot and a cheap motel room on the other side of town would be your only option tonight.
The room you got was run down but clean and you said your thanks for the small miracles. You managed to shower and get changed before the reality of what had happened actually hit you, nearly forcing you to the floor with the weight of it. You reached for the bed, dropping to your knees as you tried to peer under it, only for you to discover there was no gap for you to squeeze under. No Ran waiting there to grab your feet. You found yourself tucked into a corner in the closet, squeezing yourself as small as possible as you shook apart.
“This is stupid -I’m stupid.” You cried to yourself only to scream when someone cleared their throat right next to you
“No need to scream.” The voice said and you turned to see a man with blonde hair and round glasses sitting next to you.
“W-who are you?” You could scarcely make your lips form words as you stared at the stranger.
“Rindou.” The man replies as he pulls out his phone and begins typing away on the screen.
The two of you sit in silence for several minutes before he, Rindou, speaks again.
“Well my brother is on his way, finally, so I’ll be taking my leave now.”
“Your brother?” You manage to squeak out, turning your head to look at him.
“Yeah, I gotta go clean up his mess. See ya around.” Rindou said as he walked out of the door and when you ran and opened the door to see where he went the hallway was empty. You slowly closed the door, turning around to look into the room only to scream again when Ran was standing right behind you. His hand shot past you to slam the door closed and lock it behind you before backing you up against the door.
“Did she hurt you?” Ran nearly hissed, eyes narrowing as they scanned all of your visible skin.
“W-what?” Your brain is racing trying to keep with the situation.
“Did. She. Hurt. You.” Ran nearly growled, crowding even further into your space.
“I’m okay.” You mumble, eyes cast down as your fingers tangle with the loose end of his shirt.
“Hey, you’re okay little one, you’re okay. I’m here now.” Ran shushed as he wiped the tears you hadn’t realized were falling.
“Where did you go?” You asked, looking up at him again, tears lining your lash line.
“I’m sorry little one, I was busy getting some stuff ready.” Ran spoke softly now, his large hands holding your face.
“Ready for what?” Your question was followed by a sniffle.
“To take you away, I’m not gonna let you sleep on the floor under a bed anymore.” Ran chuckled as he spoke but you could see the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Where are we going?” Your fingers clenched around his shirt a little tighter.
“With me of course. Well Rindou will be there too, but he is less important.” Ran smiled at you, pulling you closer with an arm around your waist.
“Rindou haunts closets and you’re the monster under the bed?”
“Just your bed little one and you need to help me get Rindou out of the closet.”
C/w: negligent parents/abusive parents/running away from home (for a good reason)/Rindou creeps around in closets
A/n: a continuation (?) from Little One
You were under your bed again. It was quiet and your parents couldn’t find you. It didn’t hurt that Ran had stopped truly trying to scare you and would often pull on your foot just to get you to come under the bed to talk to you. Your parents had finally begun the early stages of a nasty divorce and you were pulled into the middle and told to pick sides. When you had refused you had been cussed out by both sides. Hence why you began hiding under your bed with Ran more and more often.
“If I run away, will you be able to come with me or are you stuck here?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper.
“Little one, as amusing as it is that you think I’m stuck here, you would be incorrect.” Ran mumbled a reply while occupied with his phone.
“Who are you texting?” You ask, trying to take a peek at his phone, earning yourself a flick on the forehead.
“Nosy little thing. If you must know, I am texting my brother.”
“You have a brother?” The disbelief must have been very apparent in your voice, causing Ran to turn on his side to look at you.
“Did you think I just appeared in the world one day?” Ran asked, unamused.
“Well yeah, kinda figured that’s how it went.”
“Little one, if you are not careful I will take you with me when I leave.” Ran sighed before gently tugging a lock of your hair.
“Would you really?” You lower your eyes as you whisper, missing the way that Ran’s eyes widen.
“All you have to do is ask.” Ran replied before pulling you closer.
Ran hadn’t shown up for the past week when your parents had finally broken you. You had just returned from your part time job when your mother burst into your room, clearly drunk screaming at you about taking your father’s side while she pulled so hard you thought your hair might fall out. A hard push sent her tumbling away from you as you grabbed the bag you had packed with your important things and necessities before darting out the door with your shoes in your hand. You ran two blocks before you stopped to put on your shoes, walking another block before hopping on the bus. You had some cash on you but it wasn’t a lot and a cheap motel room on the other side of town would be your only option tonight.
The room you got was run down but clean and you said your thanks for the small miracles. You managed to shower and get changed before the reality of what had happened actually hit you, nearly forcing you to the floor with the weight of it. You reached for the bed, dropping to your knees as you tried to peer under it, only for you to discover there was no gap for you to squeeze under. No Ran waiting there to grab your feet. You found yourself tucked into a corner in the closet, squeezing yourself as small as possible as you shook apart.
“This is stupid -I’m stupid.” You cried to yourself only to scream when someone cleared their throat right next to you
“No need to scream.” The voice said and you turned to see a man with blonde hair and round glasses sitting next to you.
“W-who are you?” You could scarcely make your lips form words as you stared at the stranger.
“Rindou.” The man replies as he pulls out his phone and begins typing away on the screen.
The two of you sit in silence for several minutes before he, Rindou, speaks again.
“Well my brother is on his way, finally, so I’ll be taking my leave now.”
“Your brother?” You manage to squeak out, turning your head to look at him.
“Yeah, I gotta go clean up his mess. See ya around.” Rindou said as he walked out of the door and when you ran and opened the door to see where he went the hallway was empty. You slowly closed the door, turning around to look into the room only to scream again when Ran was standing right behind you. His hand shot past you to slam the door closed and lock it behind you before backing you up against the door.
“Did she hurt you?” Ran nearly hissed, eyes narrowing as they scanned all of your visible skin.
“W-what?” Your brain is racing trying to keep with the situation.
“Did. She. Hurt. You.” Ran nearly growled, crowding even further into your space.
“I’m okay.” You mumble, eyes cast down as your fingers tangle with the loose end of his shirt.
“Hey, you’re okay little one, you’re okay. I’m here now.” Ran shushed as he wiped the tears you hadn’t realized were falling.
“Where did you go?” You asked, looking up at him again, tears lining your lash line.
“I’m sorry little one, I was busy getting some stuff ready.” Ran spoke softly now, his large hands holding your face.
“Ready for what?” Your question was followed by a sniffle.
“To take you away, I’m not gonna let you sleep on the floor under a bed anymore.” Ran chuckled as he spoke but you could see the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Where are we going?” Your fingers clenched around his shirt a little tighter.
“With me of course. Well Rindou will be there too, but he is less important.” Ran smiled at you, pulling you closer with an arm around your waist.
“Rindou haunts closets and you’re the monster under the bed?”
“Just your bed little one and you need to help me get Rindou out of the closet.”
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3:Do you smoke?
4:Do you drink?
5:Do you take drugs?
6:Age you get mistaken for
7:Have tattoos?
8:Want any tattoos?
9:Got any piercings?
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15:Favorite movie
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20:What I hate most about myself
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22:What I want to be when I get older
23:My relationship with my sibling(s)
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25:My idea of a perfect date
26:My biggest pet peeves
27:A description of the girl/boy I like
28:A description of the person I dislike the most
29:A reason I’ve lied to a friend
30:What I hate the most about work/school
31:What your last text message says
32:What words upset me the most
33:What words make me feel the best about myself
34:What I find attractive in women
35:What I find attractive in men
36:Where I would like to live
37:One of my insecurities
38:My childhood career choice
39:My favorite ice cream flavor
40:Who wish I could be
41:Where I want to be right now
42:The last thing I ate
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44:A random fact about anything
alpha!ran x alpha!mikey x alpha!draken x omega!reader
summary - when you go to visit your brother in prison you catch the attention of a few touch starved alphas.
cws - omegaverse, there's scenting and breeding, and rough, posessive sex, readers brother is an addict in prison, dub!con bordering on non! con the first time but tbh reader's into it they make her feel safe, she's just nervous. unhealthy behavior, ran/mikey/draken use their gang connections to keep an eye on reader while they're in prison, daddy, alpha, god, choking, spitting, praise, degradation, yandere, offscreen violence, so much smut, they genuinely come to care for you.
You shift your weight nervously, holding the phone to your ear. Your brother looks bad, even by prison standards. He’s lost weight, and the circles underneath his eyes are purpled.
“I’m fine.” He mutters. “How’re you, how’s mom?”
“Mom’s,” you trail off, “Drinking a lot but keeping up appearances.”
“So normal.” He cracks a grin. “And you? How’s work?”
“Good but a lot.” You press your lips together. “I’m just really worried about you, are you safe, are you eating enough?” He sighs.
“I’m fine, I already told you.” He shrugs. “You’re the one who has to deal with mom, I’d rather be on the inside.” You nod. “And what the hell are you doing here, anyway?” You droop a little.
“I, I can handle being here. I can’t handle the idea of you serving a six-month sentence without any visitors.”
“It’s dangerous for you to be here.” He says firmly.
“Well, I’m not going to stop coming.” You retort, with as much venom as you can muster. He seems to relent a little at that.
“I don’t like the way even the guards look at you,” he says, expressing his annoyance with an eye roll, “It’s disgusting.” You sigh and change the subject.
“Well, I sent you some money, so-” He rolls his eyes, “Stop I mean, just use it, okay, fuck your pride, this is important. Just a few more weeks.” He nods, and the guard signals it’s time for him to go.
“See you next week.” He nods to you warily. “I’ll uh, I’ll spend your cash, just be safe for me, alright?” You stand and give him a little wave before he disappears on the other side of the glass. There are a few more people visiting, but the guard waves you through the open door, your shoes squeaking on the cement floor. He leads you down an unfamiliar hallway, it must be closer to where the prisoners are staying because you can smell the pheromones all around you. This was, after all, a prison for Alphas. Not a place you’d ideally like to be lost in.
“Oh ah,” you stop and turn to the guard, “This isn’t um, this isn’t the way I came in.” The guard just shrugs, and opens a door, ignoring you.
“This way.” He says firmly.
“Thank you.” You say politely, hands folded in front of your body as you enter what you thought would be a hallway, but looks like some kind of interrogation room, with a table and no windows. You let out a little terrified squeak as you make eye contact with three of the most terrifying-looking men you’ve ever seen, you whirl around but the heavy door closes behind you, and the handle doesn’t budge. They stare at you like you’re dinner, served up on a silver platter. You bang on the locked door, ignoring them to the best of your ability. “Um, Hello,” you call down the hallways, “It’s, there’s been a mistake, I think-”
“Don’t bother, sweetheart.” The tallest alpha says, and his voice is low and rasping. You turn around and flatten yourself against the door. “He ain’t comin’ back until we get what we want.” You swallow.
“She’s shaking.” The other man has candy-colored hair that’s been growing out at the roots, lavender fading to black. “That’s fuckin’ adorable.”
“W-what do you um, what do you want?” You manage, voice betraying your fear. “I do um, I do have some money, I could give you, but the guards have my wallet and things-”
“We don’t want your money.” The shortest man says, and his dark eyes bore holes into you. “Move away from the door.” You listen, scooting just a little to the left, still flat against the door. “I’m Mikey.” He says, sounding bored, “That’s Draken, and Ran.” He gestures to the other men, you swallow and nod to them. “We run this place.” You nod.
“N-nice to meet you.” You stammer and Ran chuckles.
“So what the hell is an omega doing here,” The tallest one, Draken, speaks first, “What the fuck was going through your head when you got out of bed this morning?”
“I-” You swallow, all moisture promptly leaves your mouth at the anger in his tone. “I’m sorry,” you blurt, and he softens a degree. “I, there’s no one else to visit my brother.” You jiggle the door handle but it won’t budge. “Please, I-.” You whisper.
“Relax sweetheart,” Ran smiles, his pronounced canines glinting in the fluorescents. “We’ve got a deal for you, I think you’re gonna want to take it.”
“What’s the deal?” You whisper, hands shaking so badly you clasp them together to stop their trembling.
“You’re gonna be a very, very good girl for us,” Draken drawls, “And we’re not gonna kill your burnout brother.” Your mouth goes dry.
“I, um,” you take a short shallow breath, “I’m n-n-not sure,”
“Baby’s having a panic attack,” Ran coos, “C’mere sweetheart, calm down.” Ran strides across the room to you, monstrously tall and lanky, “Gimme your hands,” His orange prison shirt is unbuttoned, and when he leans forward it swings open, revealing a colossal tattoo covering half of his chest. He smells like cigarettes and pine trees, and you’re so terrified you can hardly move, but somehow you summon the will to hold your hands out to him. He flattens them between giant palms and leads you over to the table, which is chained to the floor in the middle of the room.
“Good omega,” Draken repeats, putting a hand on your shoulder and starting to slip your jacket off. “Just do everything daddy says and it’ll all be fine.” You nod.
“Fuck,” Ran breathes, looking you up and down, “Been so fucking long since I’ve had pussy,”
“Tough,” Mikey says sharply, from where he’s leaning against the wall. “I’m going first.” You’re still shaking and Draken starts rubbing your back, setting your jacket on the table. He slips out of his shirt, revealing broad shoulders and tattooed muscle. He’s got one tendril of hair falling out of his dark braid.
“We’re not gonna hurtcha,” Draken practically growls in your ear, sending shivers down your spine, you feel his lips on your neck, and moan softly. Ran leans down and kisses you tenderly, cupping your face with one hand. Mikey clears his throat.
“Easy, boss,” Ran straightens up, “We’re just calming her down.” He smooths your hair then Draken spins you around to face Mikey, who still looks bored. He walks over to you, hands in his pockets. He’s taller than you, but barely, eyes so dark they’re nearly black.
“You got a boyfriend?” He asks, and you shake your head. “You a virgin?” You shake your head again. “Good.” He moves you then, so quickly you barely realize it’s happening, he bends you over the metal table, and yanks your skirt down to your ankles, your panties soon follow. You whimper quietly as he parts your folds and slips a finger inside you experimentally. “Fuck,” he looks at the other two men, “She’s fucking wet.” You moan with embarrassment and your hands fly to your face. Draken pulls them away, pinning them to the cool table. Ran rubs a circle on your back as Mikey scissors his fingers, and then roughly pushes himself inside you. “Oh my god,” he mumbles, “Oh my fucking god,” he throws his head back, sighing deeply.
“Yeah?” Draken says, tightly holding your wrists. Mikey nods.
“Missed this so fuckin’ much,” He says softly, before setting a brutal pace, you moan loudly, and Ran covers your mouth. “Good slut,” Mikey says, massaging your ass before burying himself inside you to the hilt and stilling, enjoying the way you feel wrapped tightly around him. He’s long, and with every thrust of his heavy cock you feel him nudging against that spot inside you that makes you see stars. You warble something out against Ran’s hand, and the tall man tangles long fingers in your hair, massaging your scalp.
“You’re doing so well,” He says, “Such a good little lamb.” You sniffle a little, tears in your eyes.
“You on birth control?” Draken asks and you shake your head desperately. He smirks and looks at the other two men. “Bet I breed her before you can.”
“Go to hell,” Mikey chokes out, “I’m so fucking close,” his grip on your hips becomes bruising as you feel him get impossibly hard inside you, and then relax, finishing with a stream of violent swearing. You tremble on the table and Ran releases your mouth.
“I’m pretty big, baby,” he coos in his low rasp, “It’s gonna hurt,” You swallow.
“Her pussy’s something else,” Mikey says, collapsing in a chair, not helping Ran hold you down.
“It’s just been eight months on the inside,” Ran rolls his eyes, “All pussy is something else.”
“I like this omega,” Mikey complains, “I’m keeping her.” You freeze just as Draken lines up behind you,
“You’re scarin’ the poor thing,” Draken coos, rubbing your back affectionately. “Don’t worry, baby we’ll take such good care of you, now that you’re ours.” You shiver, and Ran squeezes your hand, pinning your wrists to the table. You feel him start to push his length inside you and your mouth drops open, and your eyes flutter shut. He reaches up and takes one fistful of your hair and then rests his other hand heavily on your lower back, groaning a little as he slowly starts to fuck you. “Oh my god,” he mutters, “How much d’ya think we’d have to bribe the guards to take her back to our cell?”
“Too much.” Ran says icily. “But don’t worry, lamb, we’ll have our men keep an eye on you while you’re not here.” You’re barely coherent, Draken is fucking you deep and slow, with the patience of a saint, savoring every thrust, sending you closer and closer to your high without sending you over the edge.
“Gimme her hands.” Draken snaps at Ran, who obliges, Draken folds them behind your back and uses them as leverage as he picks up the pace, “Fuck baby,” he groans, “I’m gonna breed this tight little cunt, make it fuckin’ mine,” he hits the last word hard, half snarling, feeling you start to clench down on him. “You wanna cum?” He says, taking his free hand and brushing some hair from your face, “You wanna cum, baby, ask daddy for permission.”
“P-please,” you warble. “Please daddy,”
“Jesus fucking christ,” Draken snaps, “Yeah, fuck yeah,” he rakes his nails down your back as you cum hard on his cock and he follows soon after. You’re crying quietly, and he sighs happily, tracing a pattern on your back for a minute before taking Ran’s seat when he stands. Ran pulls you to your feet and then knocks your legs out from under you, laying you on the table on your back.
“I wanted to see your pretty tits,” he coos, pushing your shirt up as Draken pins your wrists above your head, “Since you’re such a pretty crier.”
“She is,” Mikey breathes, leaning back in his chair. Ran cracks a smile at his boss, reaching down and playing with your puffy little clit, making you squirm on the table.
“Tell me something,” He says to you, ‘What do you do?”
“M-marketing and data analysis.” You mumble, trying to focus even as he teases you.
“I didn’t know omegas could have jobs like that,” he coos, “And how much do you make?” He asks, draping your legs over his shoulder, watching your back arch up off the table.
“Ninety thousand a year.” You get out, closing your eyes, lifting your hips into his touch. He chuckles darkly.
“If you’re a good girl for us,” He smirks, “I’ll double it.” He pushes his cock inside you and you gasp at the sudden intrusion. He doesn’t fuck you like Draken, doesn’t start slow, he’s immediately thrusting with full speed and power, palming your tits with one hand, the other holding your legs while he pounds into you. “Holy shit,” he breathes, “Missed pussy so goddamn much,” he throws his head back, swearing, his hands sinking into the plush of your thighs. Your breath is coming in short sharp gasps, you’re barely aware of what’s happening around you, of Draken softly carding his fingers through your hair, of Mikey watching smugly as Ran loses his composure on top of you.
“If you wanna cum,” He says icily, “Better start begging.” The words pour from your mouth, nearly unbidden, it just feels so good, and he reaches down, and closes his fist around your throat. “Go ahead, slut, cum for me.” He orders and you obey, your orgasm ripping through your body, feeling like you’ve tumbled over the edge into a free fall. When you’re aware again a few minutes later, he’s cumming deep inside you and lightly slapping your face. “Say thank you alpha.” He instructs.
“Th-thank you alpha.” You whisper, lying on the table. You’re only partially aware of Ran and Draken helping you back into your clothes. Draken takes your chin in one hand, gently but firmly.
“You’re gonna come back next week, same time.” You swallow, glancing at them nervously, legs shaking.
“A-a-are you sure?” You ask. He laughs, looking at the other men.
“We sure?” His voice drips sarcasm.
“Yes.” Mikey says flatly, but he reaches for you, and the other men step away. He holds you tightly to his chest. He buries his face in your neck, sighing before letting you go. Your hands are still shaking so he takes them. “Same time, next week. No one but us will touch you.” You get an odd look on your face and Mikey cocks his head, expecting resistance.
“H-he’s not eating.” You blurt out, and they look at you, confused, “My b-brother, he’s not eating and he’s, he’s only 19.” You look down at your hands. “If I-I come back, c-could you make sure, make sure no one is taking his food.” There’s a brief silence. “I’ll be good,” you promise, looking up at them, desperately, “I’ll be so good for you.” The men exchange glances and for a moment no one speaks.
“Yeah,” Draken relents, and the other men look at him quickly. “Yeah, we’ll make sure no one’s fuckin’ with his food.” You let out a deep sigh of relief. You leave the room, and you’re ushered down a hallway, given your keys and wallet, and shove them in your pocket. Your first thought, when your car starts, is emergency contraception. You speed to the nearest Walgreens and don’t even wait until you get home to take the pill.
You flop on your couch in your apartment, head spinning, and then jump into the shower, avoiding your reflection in the mirror, sure there will be bite marks and bruises.
“Got a soft spot for the bitch already?” Ran teases, leaning against the wall and smoking while Draken curls a weight.
“We’ve been in here for eight months,” Draken grunts, setting the weight down, sweat glistening in the late afternoon sun. “And she’s the first omega who set foot in this building.” He shrugs. “You don’t wanna be her favorite?” Ran chuckles, taking a long drag.
“It’s a good point. Surprised Mikey even went for it.”
“I’m not.” Draken goes back to curling the weight. “He’s used to gettin’ it whenever. In his world, pussy costs money and he’s willing to pay.”
“Yeah.” Ran looks out at the setting sun. “Honestly, I didn't give much of a shit about the bitch, nice pussy, nice face, I like her tits.” He shrugs. “Thought it was cute though. That she was ready to do whatever for her little bro.”
“Considering you’re serving Rin’s time.” Draken grunts, setting the weight down again. “Makes sense that you’d feel that way.”
“Already looked into it, by the way,” Ran confirms. “She was right, there was a group of guys keepin’ him from the mess hall.” Draken stretches, setting the weight on the ground.
“Yeah?” He smirks. “How long are they in hospital for?”
“Few weeks.” Ran returns his smile. “Felt good.”
The whole week you’re on edge, locking your doors, jumping at every little noise. A few times you think you’re being followed. On Saturday morning you put just a little bit more makeup on than usual, wondering why you’re dressing up for them, putting on nice underwear, matching your bra. Your car doesn’t start right away, and you have a little panic attack before you realize you need to turn the key all the way. You get there early, and you feel like you’re being watched, handing over your wallet and phone to the guards, checking your coat. You're wearing a skirt again, and a soft sweater. Your brother looks better, you decide, a little less haggard, a little less tired. You feel a vague sense of accomplishment, chattering with him happily.
“A few weeks,” You give him a warm smile. “And mom’s got a room for you, I’ve got a job lined up for you, everything’s gonna be fine.” He manages to crack a smile.
“Yeah.” He looks down at his hands. “Warehouse shit, huh?” You nod. “Not bad.” He nods. “Am I stuck with the graveyard shift?” You shrug.
“I don’t know, I can find out?” You offer, and he nods.
“S’weird. Looking forward to something.” He leans back. “I’ve been so focused on surviving for so long.”
“Listen,” you lean forward, attempting to close the gap he’s drawn. “Addiction is an illness, and you’re clean. You have a support system. We’re all here for you.” He nods, and the guard signals that his time is up. “See you next week.” You say quickly, and he smiles.
“Yeah, of course. See you next week.” He stands up and the guards lead him away. Your
stomach does a backflip as the guard leads you down the hallway again, bypassing the exit. He opens the door and this time your hands are almost not shaking as you hear the heavy metal door slam behind you. They’re waiting, Ran’s sitting at the table, and Mikey and Draken are leaning against the wall. This time none of them are wearing their shirts and you suppose you can’t blame them, it’s an unseasonably warm fall. Somehow your legs carry you forward but you stop just short of them.
“Whatsa matter,” Ran drawls, “You need instructions?” You nod despite yourself and he laughs genuinely. “Fuck that’s adorable,” he reaches a hand out like lightning and it curls around your wrist, yanking you into his lap. Draken pushes off the wall and pulls your sweater over your head, palming your breasts through your bra. Ran doesn’t even take your panties off, just slips them to the side and starts roughly fingering you, pulling a short gasp from your lips. “You can touch me,” he says, smiling evilly, and you reach forward experimentally, wrapping your arms around his neck. He decides, evidently that you’re prepped enough, shoving his pants down and bullying his cock inside you. You moan a little, half pain, half pleasure, and he wraps two muscled arms around your waist, setting a brutal pace. He doesn’t let you ride, he lifts your body up and slams it down on his cock.
“Oh my god,” you repeat over and over again, “Oh my god, oh my god, fuck,” your mouth drops open.
“Tell me you love it.” Ran says, “Tell me how much you love my cock.”
“L-love it,” you choke out, “Love your cock alpha, thank, thank you,” you tighten your grip on his neck.
“This pussy belongs to us,” He snaps, and you lift your head to hold eye contact with him when you nod.
“Yes sir,” you gasp again, “Fuck, fuck-” you lose yourself in it, relaxed a bit now that you know they’re not going to hurt you, feeling an odd sense of purpose while pleasing them.
“Cum for me.” He orders, “I wanna feel you cum while I split you fuckin’ open,” you whimper and he watches you lose control for a moment, babbling something incoherent while your orgasm overtakes you. He cums inside you a few moments later, tucking your body into his own, burying your teary face in his neck. Draken clears his throat.
“We don’t have time for that shit.” He says. “You can cuddle her on the outside.” If you weren’t still cockdrunk that might have set off some alarm bells in your head. Ran gives you a little squeeze and then acquiesces. Draken pulls you to your feet, but your legs give out from under you. He catches you dexterously, cradling your body to his warm broad chest, and laying you down on the table, taking your panties off. Ran’s eyes are closed, he’s blissed out, but Draken turns to Mikey. “You’re fucking quiet.” The blonde shrugs.
“I didn’t finish her last time.” He mutters, looking away. “I wasn’t sure we’d have half an hour.” Draken shrugs.
“Didn’t realize you cared about that.”
“I don’t,” Mikey says, still grumpy. “Hurry the fuck up.” Draken shrugs again and eases himself inside you, watching the expression on your face as he fills you up, watches you struggle to take it, squirming a little to get out of the way.
“Where ya goin’,” he teases, “Too much for you, is daddy’s cock too much?” You nod, and he reaches out and wraps a hand around your neck, not exerting any pressure, but you freeze. “That’s a good girl,” he says, starting to fuck you slowly, “Stay still f’me.” He chokes you just a little and feels you clench down on him. “You like that,” he asks, “Like it when daddy chokes you?” You nod. He picks up the pace just a little, choking you harder, “Fuck, yeah,” he groans, “You ready for me to cum inside that pussy, fill you up?” You nod again, emphatically and he chokes you even harder as he finishes, feeling you struggle for air, squirming on the table but he closes his eyes, letting his own high sweep him away. By the time he lets go of your neck you’re gasping for breath, Ran runs his long fingers through your hair affectionately.
“So rough,” He teases, “So rough with our sweet thing.”
“Fuck off,” Draken snaps. “You slapped her last time.” Ran grins.
“Did I forget this time?” He muses. “Hm.” Draken ignores him, plucking you off the table and holding you against his chest, rubbing your back. Mikey rolls his eyes, taking the shirt that’s tied around his waist and folding it on the floor.
“Give her to me.” He says softly, and Draken obliges. Mikey takes you and sets you on your knees on his shirt. He arranges you so that your palms are flat on the concrete floor and glances at the other two men. “I wanna know how she sucks cock.” You swallow nervously. “Either of you still hard?” Draken shakes his head but Ran shrugs.
“Mostly.”
“Get over here and fuck her face.” Ran grins.
“Don’t have to tell me twice, boss.” He moves across the room and kneels in front of you, “Not too fast,” he says, rapping your nose to get your attention. “No teeth.” You nod. “Say yes alpha.” He reminds you.
“Yes, alpha,” you look up at him as Mikey starts to fuck you hard and fast, pulling hushed moans from your lips. You open your mouth and Ran pushes his cock inside, forcing it down your throat and you manage somehow not to gag, even with Mikey pounding into you. The second time you’re not as lucky, your eyes watering.
“That’s it,” Ran coos, hands tangled in your hair, “Cry for me while you choke on it.” You don’t have a choice they’re both so strong, and after a few minutes, Mikey reaches around your body and rubs at your clit, it’s enough to bring you to the edge and hold you there. Ran pulls out, and cups your tear-streaked face, “You wanna cum, sweetheart.”
“Yes sir.” You choke out, “Please, can-”
“Ask Mikey.” He coaches.
“Call me god.” Mikey snaps coldly, “Ask your god if you can cum.”
“Please please god-” You beg, voice hitched and desperate, “Please, please please-”
“Go ahead,” He snaps, “Fuck,” nearly cumming immediately at the sound of you begging for his divine mercy. Ran pulls out and then jacks off onto your tongue, groaning loudly as he watches you swallow. He pets your head, after, helping you to your feet as Mikey gets dressed again. You stumble, and catch yourself on the table, looking for your panties.
“I’m keeping these.” Ran smirks, dangling your pink cotton panties in the air and then pocketing them.
“Y-yes alpha.” You manage and he grins. Draken helps you get dressed, rubbing soft circles on your skin.
“You’re not seeing anyone else.” He says darkly, and it’s half question, half order.
“N-no.” You look up at him. “I’m not seeing anyone else.”
“Good girl,” He praises, smoothing your hair. Mikey touches your shoulder, and you turn to look at him. To your surprise, he folds you into his body, crushing you against his chest, pulling you across the table. He sighs, one hand on the back of your head, looking at Ran and Draken as if you’re not even there.
“We need to talk about shipments, and about how we’ll maintain control when we’re out.”
“Hanma’s always game to go back inside,” Ran snickers, “It’s like a game to him how much he can break out.” Mikey nods.
“Possible.” He says. Draken clears his throat and gestures to you. “I don’t care what she hears,” Mikey says flatly. “She knows not to cross us, don’t you?” He shifts you so that you can look at him.
“I, I wouldn’t.” You say softly. “Do anything to hurt you.” You swallow. “I know you’re helping my brother.” Mikey nods, leaning down and kissing you tenderly, one arm around your waist, practically holding you up.
“Time to go.” He says quietly and you nod, adjusting your hair and then scooting out of the room, leaving them alone. Mikey massages his temples. “Her brother gets out in two weeks.” He says. Ran smiles.
“I think we could impress upon her the importance of her return by proxy.” Draken rolls his eyes but Mikey nods.
“Use Chifuyu though.” He says. “Rindou will scare her so much she’ll be in the wind.”
“Aw,” Ran grins, “My little bro isn’t scary he’s like, five foot ten.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and starts towards the door.
“Worried she’s not gonna get home safe?” Draken says, raising his eyebrows. Ran shrugs.
“It’s a dangerous world out there.” He pushes the heavy metal door open. “You, of all people know that.” He leaves the two men alone, heading to the yard. There’s a brief silence before Mikey speaks.
“He’s right,” Mikey says. “She’s a nice girl. Bad things happen to nice girls all the time.”
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You’re making dinner alone in your apartment, a cool wind blowing outside your windows when there’s a knock on your door. You turn down the heat on your stove, and then make your way to the door peeking out before opening it. There’s no one in the hallway and your heart races. You close the door, and lock it, forcing yourself to breathe deeply.
“It’s nothing.” You say out loud, alone. “It’s nothing.” You go back to your soup and put your headphones in.
—--
A week later Ran is grimacing at breakfast when Draken and Mikey join him at a table, he pushes the oatmeal around the tray.
“Ugh.” He shakes his head. “Can’t wait to eat normal food again, and,” he raises a finger, “Chifuyu says she cooks,” Draken smirks.
“Of course she does.”
“He also says she works a lot, she does live alone, she hasn’t been lying to protect a boyfriend. And she’s already spooked, jumping at every little noise, I got the feeling she gave us a little google.”
“Has he made contact?” Mikey asks and Ran shakes his head.
“I bet she’ll come if we tell her without him making any threats,” Draken says. “Remember how much she was shakin’ that first time?”
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This time you open the metal door by yourself, letting it close behind you. Your fingers are laced in front of you. They’re waiting, like always, and today your hands nearly don’t shake.
“Hello.” You say softly. “I um, I’m not sure if um, you’re aware of what happens, when you type your names into a search engine.” Draken chuckles darkly and Ran smirks. “B-but I wanted to say that um, I appreciate you not um, not murdering me.”
“We’re not going to hurt you,” Ran says, extending a hand, “Come here, sweetheart.” You tentatively take his hand and let him pull you into him. “We got somethin’ to talk to you about.” You nod. “You know your brother’s getting out this week.”
“Yeah.” You say softly.
“But you’re gonna keep coming to see us, like a good girl, aren’t you?’” You swallow nervously.
“I-i-if that’s what you want.” You say quickly.
“Good girl,” Draken rumbles, pulling you from Ran, smoothing your hair. Mikey rests a hand on your shoulder and you glance at him, he leans in and kisses you, cupping your face in two huge hands, moving you so that you’re pinned against the wall. As he reaches for the waistband of your skirt, an alarm blares, and shouting can be heard as footsteps thunder through the hallway outside. You let out a squeak, and Mikey whirls around, covering your mouth.
“Shit,” Ran breathes. “We gotta go if there’s a riot.”
“We can’t leave her here,” Mikey says, “Draken you stay.” He shoves your body at the huge man, who catches you dexterously, nodding. Mikey and Ran take off at a sprint, leaving the two of you alone. Draken moves quickly, turning the light off in the room and pulling you into the corner, sliding to the floor with you in his lap, your back against his chest.
“What’s happening?” You whisper.
“Could be a few things,” Draken responds, you can feel the vibrations of his low voice against your back, “Could be an escape attempt, could be a fight, but they’re gonna lock shit down.” He presses his lips to the top of his head. “And you’re on the wrong side of the visitor's wall.” You swallow, visibly trembling.
“Oh.”
“No one’s gonna touch ya.” He says, tightening his grip on you, his thick arms pinning you to his chest. “Mikey runs shit in here, and I’ve never seen him lose a fight.” You snuggle into his chest. “You’re so sweet,” he murmurs, rubbing your back, “Whatcha doin’ livin’ on your own, huh?” You look up at him.
“H-how do you know I live on my own?” He cocks his head just a degree, and the obvious hits you. “Oh, ah, you’ve been-”
“Keepin’ an eye on you.” He says, still tracing a pattern on your back with a huge hand. “Being around us might put a target on your back.” You swallow. “So answer the question.”
“I-I-I work a lot,” you say quickly, “And dating is, dating is hard. I’m,” you squirm a little, “I’m quite shy. And anxious.” He kisses the top of your head again.
“You feel safe right now?” You nod. “Good, sweetheart.” You feel his hands on your waist, rubbing soft circles, he smells so good, and his pheromones are so strong that you nearly drift off to sleep. Ten minutes pass, then twenty. “You wanna sleep?” He offers, and you nod, fully facing into his chest, he palms the back of your head, tangling his hands in your hair. You can feel him humming an old song, something you barely recognize, dancing on the edge of your memory as you slip off to sleep. You wake when he stirs, warm and heavy-lidded, and he helps you stand. “All clear.” He says, but you sleepily cling to his t-shirt. “You gonna miss me?” He teases, and you nod.
“Mhm.” You mumble, and he laughs quietly.
“Dontcha worry that pretty little head,” he stands and sets you reluctantly on the table. “I’ll see ya real soon.” He walks you to the visitor's exit, and you leave the building, stopping in your car for a few minutes, waiting until you’re coherent enough to drive.
That Wednesday, you pick up your brother, and he gives you a quick hug and a big smile in the waiting room.
“They’re just finishing the paperwork.” He explains, sitting down, in the clothes he’d been arrested in, a wrinkled t-shirt and jeans.
“You look good.” You take something out of your bag and slide it across the table. He breaks into a wide smile.
“You made me a little lunch.” He says, opening it, “Oh my god,” you giggle, there are little chicken cutlets on a bed of rice, tucked in underneath a blanket of eggs. “Just like you made me when I was in middle school.” You shrug, returning his warmth. He starts eating right away, wolfing down your cooking desperately. A guard comes and taps you on the shoulder.
“Is there a problem?” You ask, and the guard just shrugs. “I guess I’ll be right back.” You give your brother a wave, he looks concerned but he doesn’t say anything. The guard takes you down a new hallway, and you fidget nervously, he opens a heavy metal door for you and you enter the room, realizing it’s empty. You wait for a couple of minutes, not even bothering to check if the door is locked behind you, you sit on the table, swinging your legs. It opens a few minutes later, and to your surprise, it’s Mikey alone.
“I, I brought you something.” You say quickly, and he raises his eyebrows. You take three little bento boxes out of your bag. “I wasn’t sure um if you’d want to see me.” He takes the box from you, slipping an arm around your waist and sliding you off the table, crushing you against his body.
“Thank you.” He says softly, and he holds you, rubbing your back and burying his face in your neck for a full ten minutes, neither of you speaks, but there’s an odd comfort to being around Mikey. He smells like cigarettes and light cologne. “Just wanted to see you.” He mumbles. “Only have a few minutes.” He explains, leaning back and letting you go. “We’ll see you this weekend.” You nod.
“Th-thank you.” You manage, and he inhales deeply, you see the dark circles under his eyes, the way his hands are shaking. You impulsively take them, drawing him into you.
“You’re a good girl,” he says softly, and he feels you shiver with pleasure at his praise. “Our good girl.” You nuzzle into him, and he squeezes you before letting you go. “Take your brother home.”
“Who um, who do I say I’m here to visit this weekend?” You ask, and Mikey shrugs.
“You can say Kisaki Tetta.” He says, glancing at you over his shoulder before leaving with the lunches you brought. You take your brother home and help him get settled at your mom's place, telling him that if you had the room you would take him in, but after all, it’s just you in your one-bedroom apartment. It’s midway through the week when one of your co-workers convinces you to go out to a local bar. You’re nursing your drink, standing at the table while she chatters when someone touches your shoulder. He’s tall, obviously an alpha with broad shoulders and a tattoo you can’t quite make out over his shoulder.
“H-hi,” You manage, aware of how he’s leering at you, smiling down at you, flashing his long canine teeth.
“You’re so small,” he rasps, and for some reason, it feels so different from when Mikey, or Draken, or Ran comments on your size, it doesn’t feel protective, it feels predatory.
“Um,” you squeak, trying to scoot around him. “I’ve got to get back to my friends.” He rolls his eyes.
“Don’t be like that,” he growls, a huge hand closing on your wrist as you try to get by, to signal to your friends that you need help, but you can’t see them in the crowd of people. You pull against him but it’s futile, he drags you through a side door and into the alley at the side of the bar. It’s cold, and you feel him shove you up against the wall, hands tracing your silhouette. He shoves a knee between your legs, forcing them apart. You gasp and claw at his chest.
“Please, I-”
“You’re unmarked.” He cuts you off. “Where’s your alpha, huh, shouldn’t you be scented, protected?” You swallow.
“I-I-” You go to say you don’t have one, and then briefly wonder if that’s true anymore. You don’t spend much time on it, though, because you hear a sickening crunch as someone’s fist collides with the alpha’s face. He slides backward, yelling something as you see three figures in the alley.
“Save some for me,” you hear a familiar voice complain and you watch Ran Haitani, dressed in some ridiculous pastel suit, step over a muddy, slushy puddle. He flicks something in his hand and it extends, you see it’s a long black baton.
“Be faster next time.” You see now, blinking in the darkness, a familiar grin. “Hey there,” Draken says softly, lifting you up off your feet. He nestles you against his chest, tucking you under his jacket. “You okay?” You nod, burying your face in his neck and inhaling deeply.
“Let’s go.” You hear, and look up to see Mikey, looking bored. “Or they’ll rescind your out early on good behavior, Haitani.” Ran grins, shoes covered with the blood of the other alpha.
“They’ll never get me again.” Draken rolls his eyes and you find yourself carried into a large luxurious car. Draken doesn’t deposit you on the seat though, keeping you pressed against his chest.
“You’re shakin’.” He says quietly, as the car begins to move.
“The hell do you think you’re doing?” Mikey says, and you shrink against Draken, “Going out on your own like that?”
“I,” you somehow find your voice, “I, just um, I didn’t think it would be dangerous.” You lift your head and look at him, “I’m sorry.” He softens as if he hadn’t expected an apology. “I won’t,” you swallow trying to think of what you could promise him, part of your brain processing that you’re suddenly alone with three extremely dangerous criminals. “Where are we going?” You twist in Drakens lap, and he allows you to move so that your back is against his chest.
“Prison sucks,” Ran says, shifting uncomfortably. “And you coulda dipped, after the first time, probably wouldn’t have blamed you.” You press your lips together.
“I didn’t want to leave you there, like that.” You say very quietly, “It was so hard, for my brother and you all seemed,” you look down at your hands, “Like you needed me.” You fidget, “I’m not, it makes me feel good. To be needed.” Draken is rubbing your upper arms.
“We’re gonna take good care of ya,” He rumbles, tucking your head under his chin. “You’re ours now, no one’s gonna fuck with ya ever again.”
“What’s a sweet little omega like you doing living on your own anyway?” Ran asks, and you have a moment where you try and remember if you’d mentioned to them that you live on your own, but then remember they’d mentioned keeping an eye on you.
“I just,” you think about it. “I just haven’t found anyone who wanted me, like that.” It comes out sadder, more lonely than you meant it, but you feel Draken pause the pattern he’d been tracing on your skin.
“Oh,” Ran says, and it’s one of the first times you’ve heard him speak without a layer of condescension to his voice, “That’s not true, sweetheart, you just didn’t notice.” He smirks, confidence back immediately, “You just needed real alphas, and those are hard to come by these days.” You feel Draken laugh, a deep, warm sound.
“He’s right,” he says, and when he speaks you can feel his breath in your ear. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with you.” You hide your face, embarrassed at the praise, and he catches your chin in one hand, tipping it up, forcing you to look at him. “None of that shit.” He rumbles.
“Th-thank you,” you mumble, nearly overwhelmed at his warm body so close to yours, “For saving me, a-all of you.”
“You’re ours now,” Mikey says, his words cool and smooth. Draken feels the implicit order and releases you, handing you to the smaller alpha. “We take care of our things, don’t we?” He asks and Ran and Draken nod. Mikey smells like cologne and cigarettes, and he holds you so tightly it hurts a little.
“What does that mean?” You ask, looking up at his dark eyes. “Where are we going?”
“To your new apartment,” Ran chirps, “We can’t have you living in that tiny little place, in that terrible neighborhood.” He shakes his head, “You were kind to us so think of this as returning the favor.” Your mouth goes dry.
“I um, I like my apartment.” You say, struggling just the tiniest bit in Mikey’s arms. “And, and I have plants there, plants that need to be watered.”
“No you don’t,” Ran says, “You don’t like your apartment, it’s small.” You cock your head at him. “You’ve always wanted to get a place with more natural light, right?”
“I mean, maybe?” You say softly. Ran grins.
“I mean if I were you,” he says, leaning back in the seat, stretching his long limbs out over black leather, “I’d be so glad to be chosen by not just one alpha, but three.”
“I do,” you say quickly, “I do, I feel so lucky-”
“Good,” Ran says, and his smile widens. “You’re gonna love your new place. Betcha you’ll make a soft little nest there, huh?” You can’t help the warmth that gathers in your cheeks, you squirm in Mikey’s lap. Mikey tucks your face into his neck, exhaling deeply.
“Prison sucks.” He grumbles. “I’m getting takeout the second we get home.” You sigh into him, dizzied by the pheromones in the car, consciousness floating up and out of your body. You barely feel him hand you to Ran, almost don’t notice that they carry you out of the car, up an elevator to a huge penthouse with an open floor plan and a wall of windows overlooking the city.
As soon as Mikey puts you down, Draken picks you up, his mouth on your neck, scenting you while rubbing little circles in your back.
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