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boogeysmoth · 9 months ago

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I have been looking for this for so long xD

I don't like anyone better than you(it's true)

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, impact play, 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.

“Please,” you whisper, “Please, please don’t hurt me.” Draken chuckles darkly.

“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.”

—

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?”

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.

“We got you,” he murmurs. “You’re safe now.”

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reallyromealone · 3 months ago

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Part 3 to rindo x reader succubus where reader meets the rest of them and chaos once they see how innocent he is.

Title: dinners

Fandom: Tokyo revengers

Characters: bonten

Fic type: fluff, NSFW themes

Pairings: Rindō x male reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, demon au, smut themes

Notes:

Summary: bonten can't contain their curiosity and invites reader to dinner, Mikey finds he likes his new Omega pack mate

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Who knew Ran would take such a liking to his brother in law, doting on him and claiming him as the new baby sibling "sorry Rinny~ you got replaced!" Why? Why was (name) so beloved by the eldest?

Well the adorable Omega not only let him sleep in peace but also made him nice and cozy with blankets and even got him ear plugs "he's clearly exhausted, so I set him up a nice comfy napping spot in the guest room" (name) explained while working on his project, focused on getting a good grade "how was work?" (Name) Asked while letting Rindō pull him into a kiss, whining slightly before being freed "we got a good payout and we're going to dinner tomorrow night"

"Oh that sounds fun!"

"And I have the perfect outfit for you"

(Name) Looked confused while Rindō watched him connect the dots "I get to meet your friends?"

Friends was a strong word but Rindō wasn't going to correct his mate who seemed absolutely giddy at the concept "there's rules though" Rindō said seriously and kissed the Omega gently " you never leave Ran and my sides, you only talk this the people I introduce you to and whatever you do, don't piss off Mikey" (name) nodded quietly, taking in the rules his mate set for him "now show me what you're doin'" Rindō pulled (name) close, looking to see the work he did "my omegas smart..."

"It's been my dream to pursue this since I was a kid..." (Name) Mumbled, getting comfortable while he continued work "gonna need space for that stuff..." Rindō teased (name) who hummed before a heat settled in his lower abdomen and his hips twitched "already?" Rindō had a shit eating grin before pulling (name) into a kiss and pushing him down onto the couch and began kissing (name)s neck.

Four sessions the night before and 3 more before the dinner (name) was dressed in an expensive suit though Rindō would have loved to see him in a dress, mumbling something about easy acesss but (name) paid him no mind, just happy to meet his mates friends and have delicious food. (Name) Held onto Rindō while they walked into the expensive restaurant, full of glitz and lights and (name) felt incredibly out of place, before this he was just a broke university student half blooded Omega and now he was linking arms with one of the most notorious people apparently!

Keep calm, keep cool...

You're meeting your mates friends! You got this!

"There's my little in law!" Ran said happily and immediately squished (name)s face "ran we saw each other yesterday" (name)s voice was muffled slightly but the eldest Haitani just sighed dramatically "and what a long twenty four hours it's been!"

"Is this the unicorn?" A voice called out and (name) looked to see a white haired man with the bonten insignia tattooed to the side of his head "ah, Koko! Come meet my little in law!"

(Name) Looked to Rindō for assurance and the Alpha rubbed his hip, Koko holding a glass of wine "ah... You really picked a looker Rindō" Koko looked (name) up and down "hello! It's a pleasure to meet you!" (Name) Said happily, a large smile on his face and sunshine practically radiating off him causing Koko to pause for a moment, so accustomed to the succubi in their world. If it wasn't for Rindōs own scent on the little omega, Koko would have assumed human or even an angel "the pleasure is mine, little one" Koko kissed his hand and (name) just stared at the action unsure what to do but Rindōs eyes sharpened at the other alphas teasing and pulled (name) closer.

Walking into the private room, (name) was startled when everyone had horns and tails out, they were all demons? "You can transform as well, the restaurant is owned by us" Rindō whispered encouragingly to his mate, (name) biting his lip before tentatively revealing his tail and horns, a bit smaller than the average demon but it's to be expected from a half blood.

(Name) Felt a bit overwhelmed in a room full of alphas but the large blond one with a goatee offered him slight reassurance with a soft smile "Mikey and sanzu will be here soon" kakucho said calmly, sipping his drink.

Rindō watched as (name) made small talk, polite and sweet as he always was while giving kakucho and takeomi his undivided attention through a conversation and the demons weren't used to having conversations with a succubus that didn't involve one riding them... Though (name) had been riding Rindō only hours prior. "So what side of your family is human?" Koko loved finding information on people, especially sweeties like (name) who were all too willing to spill everything "my sires side!" He said easily "and your dam was a succubus?"

(Name) Nodded, sipping his drink when the doors opened and (name) locked eyes with pure obsidian eyes, before him was another Omega who seemed exhausted "there you are, boss" Ran teased but Mikey just stared at the other Omega in his space curiously, (name) equally locked on before giving a soft chirp to Mikey's satisfaction.

The alphas had no clue what was transpiring between the two, they didn't really understand omegas that well but Rindō decided not to ask at this point.

"So, what do you do (name)?" Takeomi asked while taking a puff of his cigarette and all eyes were on (name) who grinned "I'm in my third year of university!" He was radiating kindness and an innocence that shouldn't be possible in a demon let alone a succubus "I'm currently learning (study)! I feel like it would help a lot of people and maybe some animals"

How.

How did Rindō find this adorable creature!

Sanzu didn't care for people who were too nice, they were always hiding something and (name) was no exception to his suspicions but he held back, wanting to figure out the omegas angle. "How'd you two meet?" And now it was Rindōs turn to be suspicious of Sanzu, eyes sharpening at his question "ah... That's a bit... Uh" (name) grew flustered "he wouldn't properly feed from humans and went to steal energy though a kiss and here we are" Rindō explained quick and simple, hand on (name)s thigh while the food came in, (name)s eyes lighting up at the delicious foods and Mikey tilted his head at the other.

Mikey never showed his omega side, in his life that was dangerous but couldn't help but be curious to the newest Omega in his little pack, the little one immediately deferring to him in a subconscious level.

And anyone in the pack belonged to Mikey, it was just a fact.

"Come here" Mikey said simply and (name) tilted his head with a mouth full of food and stood, completely oblivious to Sanzus grin as thoughts flooded the pink haired man's head of what will happen to the Omega.

Standing before Mikey, the white haired man simply pinched the omegas cheeks with one hand and turned his head 'brothel? Sex trade?' sanzu was giddy "he gets to live with you but he's mine" Mikey said simply, (name) reminded him of someone special...

Rindō slow blinked but they knew what those words meant, it meant (name) was in Mikey's pack, the boss was still very hesitant with the Omega and would shoot him if he tried anything but (name) was very clearly harmless.

(Name) Made a confused sound but decided that this was just how Mikey made friends, heck yeah friendship.

The dinner continued on and (name) found the company of kakucho and Koko quite pleasant while he ate delicious food.

(Name) Was slumped over into Rindōs lap on the drive home, fast asleep white his tail swished subconsciously while the Alpha played with his (hair/nape) before looking at the omegas neck and frowned.

He needed a collar.

Rindō would have to work on that.

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spooky-bunnys · 10 months ago

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will there be part 5 of baby haitani? I need it!!

Title: Haitani Baby Brother FINAL

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Pairing: Sanzu x Haitani Younger Brother

Warnings: Fluff!

When (Name) opened his eyes, he was blinded by a bright light. He tried looking around vut his head and body felt like he'd been hit with a truck. As he carefully looked around he noticed he was in the medical ward in the Bonten's headquarters.

He smelled the air trying to find certain sents but couldn't smell anything over the scent of bleach and cleaner. So he did the next best thing he could do. He called out hoping anyone would hear him. What he wasn't expecting was your the door for the room to literally break off the hinges.

Startling the poor Omega. Realising who it was (Name) started crying. "Alpha!" Sanzu quickly wrapped his arms around his Omega. Tears in both their eyes. "I-I thought I had lost you! When you went down a-and the pups-" (Name) pushed him away shaking. "P-Pups. Where's the pups? Are they okay? Did something go wrong?!"

Sanzu pulled (Name) close and kissed him deeply. As he pulled away Sanzu smiled. "The girls are just fine (Name)." (Name) smiled brightly. "Girls? I had twin girls?" Sanzu nodded. "Yep two female Alpha's that look just like you. But with my eyes. I'm so proud of you Omega." Sanzu scented the very happy Omega.

A knock on the door interrupted the couples reunion. Takeomi and Mikey stood there. Each holding a wrapped pup. Mikey made his way over with a slight smile. "You did good (Name). Your brothers are getting you clothes and some food. They left just before you woke up."

(Name) nodded his eyes not leaving the blanket in his arms. Mikey chuckled and carefully handed (Name) the wrapped blanket. Takeomi followed, after grumbling for a few moments. The Omega started crying again staring at the pups he's been carrying for what felt like such a long time ago. "Hi my little angels." Sanzu carefully scooted (Name) forward a bit so he could sit behind him.

"That one on the right is the oldest. She has the Haitani's blonde hair and my eyes. We named her Akira. The one on the left has my eyes but I think she has a mixture of our hair. Her name is Akiko." (Name) nodded slowly. He still couldn't believe this was happening.

The door opened and the rest of Bonten came in. (Name)'s brothers coming in last with two bags. They all surrounded the bed watching the scene. "Their beautiful Haruchiyo." Sanzu smiled softly and kissed his temple. "Its all thanks to you my beautiful Omega. You've made me so happy. Thank you for giving me this family."

(Name) hummed. Purring silently and snuggled against Sanzu's chest. Ran placed the bag of food on the table by the bed. "Look at that. We're Uncles Rindou!" Rindou placed the duffle bag he was holding by the bathroom. "We sure are Aniki. Just think we could have more nieces and nephews in the future."

Takeomi nodded. "I hope we do. I'd love being an Uncle." Sanzu glared at him. "I've accepted the idiots as my pups Uncles but you haven't earned shit yet!" (Name) elbowed Sanzu. "Chiyo! Watch what you say around the pups!" Sanzu instantly apologized to (Name) and lightly scented him again. Ignoring the flabbergasted Takeomi.

(Name) waddled down the hallway. As he made it into the kitchen he sighed. "Girls! Come on! You're gonna be late!" Akira and Akiko came rancing into the kitchen. The now 8 year olds sat at the kitchen table. "But Momma we don't want to go to Uncle Omi's! Why can't we go to Uncle Mikey's!?"

(Name) sighed with a smile. "You're both definitely your sires daughters. He hates your Uncle Omi too. But Uncle Mikey is busy this afternoon with business with his company. Unless you'd like to join your father and I to our baby appointment?" Bpth girls groaned. "What about Uncles Ran and Rin?" (Name) sighed. "They're out of the country on business."

"But what-", (Name) placed two Bento's in front of the girls. "Everyone else is busy. Even your Uncles Kakucho and Kokonoi. Uncle Omi was a last resort. Trust me your sire was upset about it too." The girls pouted and huffed. (Name) smiled and kissed their heads. "If you behave for Uncle Omi, I'm sure your father wouldn't mind a cuddle pile later tonight."

The girls perked up. While their mother was their favorite parent, that hadn't seen their father in a while. "Promise Momma?" (Name) smiled softly. "Oh I promise. I'll make sure he's here at home by the time you two come back." The girls cheered and hugged their dam before grabbing their bags and bento's before going outside.

Takeomi had been ready to knock when the door opened. He opened his arms to hug the girls but they ignored him and instead got into his car. Takeomi sighed and pouted. "Hopefully this one likes me. If not I'm never gonna be the favorite Uncle!" (Name) snorted. "Even if this baby doesn't hate you, you wouldn't be the favorite Uncle Takeomi. Not with my brothers around."

Takeomi grumbled and waved bye before getting into his car. (Name) waved good-bye and went back inside. When he finally sat on the couch (Name) finally relaxed. Sinking into the couch. He checked the time. The appointment wasn't for a few more hours. He looked down at his bump and smiled. "You wouldn't mind a nap would you my Prince?" There was a small kick and (Name) smiled. "Didn't think so."

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plitmurs · 11 months ago

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kinks "Tokyo Revengers"

Ran Haitani.

I see Ran as a person who is moderately possessive of his significant other. And I think there is nothing more attractive to him than the smell of a loved one. From his partner he feels a delicate aroma that somehow reminds him of sakura. As soon as he leans over her, runs his nose along her delicate neck, he feels this refreshing smell. There is a desire to grab it and not let go, until he himself is satisfied with this sweet and sour, melancholic aroma.

The second is aristocracy, and everything that accompanies it. Refined manners, impeccable behavior, honor and rules, as well as the servant fetishes associated with it. Unsurprisingly, Ran is mostly in a dominant position. He likes the Victorian atmosphere too much, because of the clothes, the rules, the behavior. Grace, severity and at the same time extreme perversity. Especially when the partner is wearing a white shirt with a wide neckline. There is a pleasant view of the breasts, of the beautiful, delicate skin of your beloved. Gently running his fingers along his girlfriend's neck, Ran sighs heavily, lowering his other hand to her waist, he squeezes it gently.

Chifuyu Matsuno

I'm sure Chifuyu has a "mummy kink"! He definitely likes “maternal” care from his partner, dominance. His legs tremble with anticipation as the girl approaches him, stroking his head. The palms clench, and Chifuyu turns his gaze to his partner, who has a smile on her lips. I think he also likes bondage and shibari. A reference to a previous kink - Chifuyu likes to have his will limited. Well, as a bonus - the aesthetics of his body. Beautiful, elegant and he is in complete power of his partner. When the girl runs her fingers over his neck, collarbones, stomach, Chifuyu can only sigh heavily and burn with excitement.

Hanma Shuji

Hanma would definitely have his own personal “harem.” He is excited by the possibility of choosing between an indefinite number of girls and people who agree to everything. Shuji definitely feels like an “alpha male” while watching the charming ladies. I think submission and humiliation also apply to him. It's begging, kneeling, finger licking. Any humiliation on the part of his partner. He is also turned on by the sight of the girl on her knees in front of him. He can tighten his throat, smiling madly as he watches her beg to let her go.

Kokonoi Hajime

Hajime definitely has a kink for jewelry! He buys his partner various pendants, rings, earrings that demonstrate luxury and excess. Kokonoy often asks the girl to put jewelry on her naked body, sincerely admiring her figure. The pendants Hajime chose look great on her neck. Rising from her seat, Kokonoy lifts the girl’s head and examines her neck. Hajime begins to kiss his lover's neck, unable to restrain himself. During sex itself, I think that Kokonoy can use “dirty words” in her vocabulary to excite both herself and her partner.

Rindo Haitani

Definitely a kink to praise. I think that as a teenager, Rindou was a little jealous of Ran because most girls were interested in his older brother and not him. The guy was really neutral about praise, but with the advent of a permanent partner, his opinion changed. As soon as she began to praise him for any work done, a pleasant warmth spread in Rindou’s chest from her words.

But when they are completely alone in the room, with only minor pieces of clothing left on them, it is much more pleasant to hear praise from your girlfriend. About how toned his body is, about how his tattoo is just gorgeous. Needless to say, Rindou has unbearable pressure in his pants?

Also, I think petting is perfect for Rindou. Headcanon that his erogenous zone is his neck and fingertips. As soon as his beloved begins to kiss his neck or lick his fingers, Rindou’s heart sinks into his boots. It knocks at a crazy rhythm. Rindou's body trembles as he receives his lover's caresses. The guy himself is not inferior to her, knowing the girl’s erogenous zones very well. He mainly likes to leave hickeys on her neck and collarbones.

Baji Keisuke

Games with temperature. Definitely. Basically, it is Keisuke who is in a dominant position, and often likes to “taunt” his partner. Run a piece of ice over her chest, drop a little candle wax on her back. Touching a beautiful body, feeling it covered in goosebumps under your cold hands.

And what about without kinks on fangs? Before the appearance of his partner, Keisuke had never even thought that his fangs would seem special to anyone. But when the girl pointed out this feature, he began to peer more often into his own reflection, remembering her words:

“You’re like a real vampire!”

And Badji himself was sincerely surprised when he noticed the girl’s fangs during the next kiss. Tearing it apart, he bewildered her, she only breathed intermittently and clearly did not understand what was happening. Lifting his partner's upper lip, he noticed that she also had fangs. Not as noticeable as his, but it was very pleasant to run your tongue over them while kissing.

And the bites on her snow-white skin were also beautiful.

Takashi Mitsuya

No matter what anyone says, I’m sure that Takashi likes sewing women’s clothing the most! Especially for his beloved. She was beautiful in any outfit: in a dress, in a suit, in lingerie.

But what he definitely didn't expect was to have his head blown off. His girl was simply putting on stockings for another look to show to Mitsuya. Not noticing him right away, she tried to straighten her stockings, which, as luck would have it, did not want to stay straight when walking.

Takashi watched this with sincere surprise and some excitement. Such a beautiful view. His beloved stands in front of the mirror, correcting her appearance to show off. Adjusts stockings. I don’t think that until that moment he suspected that an ordinary attribute of clothing could have such an influence on him.

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amarantoestrella · 1 year ago

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I never play tag games but here’s my attempt at the WIPS tag! Thank you @dyeher for taking interest in my cabinet of curiosities 🫶🏻

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have wips!

Disclaimer: I am insane and just write out random ideas in my drafts. So nothing is filed/named but I will give a general description without giving too much away.

Fratboy! Crossover AU 1-3

Part 1: Based off of this. I just truly and wholeholedy believe this man is able to cum obscene amounts of semen.

Part 2: Vrgin killer! Rindou Haitani is also in the same frat as three loads Gojo!

Part 3: Choso’s pledge story in which he has to lose his virginity during rush week in order to join the frat!

Farmer! Draken

My beloved. I just want to write him so madly in love with you that it drives him mad! He pines, he builds you a home, he keeps you there forever.. at all costs. Sigh. What a man.

Single father! Rindou meets single mother! Reader:

Rindou has a lot of one night stands, resulting in a baby on his doorstep and Ran tearing him another ass. He does his best to raise his daughter Ryoko… but growing up is tough to navigate and when reader notices her own daughter’s lunches are being “shared” with a classmate leaving her starving by the time she gets home from school.. well let’s say Rindou learns all about how mothers don’t take anything light when it comes to her children.

Sex with Inui on a mechanic creeper

That’s it that’s the tweet. I just want to be his little wife who takes him lunch and can’t resist riding him when he rolls out from under which ever one of Kokonoi’s expensive toys he’s working on.

Alpha! Gojo

I shouldn’t write this but I would burn cities to the ground if that meant his knot could get stuffed inside of me.

Organ broker! Shuji Hanma

Nothing just Hanma being Hanma.. until you and your pretty brown eyes come round and make him start feeling like he cares about ethics.

Up next: @xythlia @souyaszn 🫶🏻

#this is such a cute idea #my wips would wither away otherwise #sorry for replying all late! I was at work 🥹

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trash-monkey · 2 years ago

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Polychromatic

Chapter 2

The meeting I had with the nightclub owner along with his upper boss and the other important members last Saturday been stuck in my mind the whole week as it distracted me from my day job as the librarian assistant at the public library, something about them seems familiar but I just can't put my tongue on it. The week crawled by slowly with my nerves being eaten alive about the up coming meeting but I still turned up at the club like usual sitting back on the couch selling the regular drugs while listening to the gossip of the people lunging around me, the taller man from last Saturday strolls up to me with a smirk.

"He wants to see you." He simply said before making his way back to the VIP lounge with me following behind and once at the top of the stairs the man quickly got behind me to put his hands onto my shoulders in a tight grip, he leads me to a arm chair where he forced me to sit in it where he stands behind me like last time and at the corner of my eyes I can see the club owner also moved to stand behind me. Across the slick black coffee table sits the white haired man with a feet on the edge so he could prop up his arm and his dark eyes peering into my glass covered ones.

"I have come to a decision after Sanzu...." He gestures to the pink mullet man that took my drugs last time sitting on the chair next to him cleaning a beautiful Katana.

"Tested the drugs you had and the results where good, very good. Because of this I want you to work for me." He leans forward in his seat so I did the same after writing my conditions down and slid the pad to him over the table.

~ These are my conditions if you want me to work for you; 1.) I stay anonymous to anyone in the organization except the people in this room 2.) Only three people of my choosing get to know where I live so they can pick up my deliveries on Saturdays instead of having me come to the club and 3.) I get to keep my day job at the library along with my apartment~

He reads it over before finally questioning my lack of speech and slip the pad back over.

~personal but even if I'm tortured no one will learn anything, also how much you want?~

He humm at this new info that only solidify his decision dispit my conditions along with the three of his members attention captivated on me though they're doing great at not showing it but they all worked together enough to tell before telling me the amount he wants, being the leader of a criminal organization he has the duty to keep business going and the safety of his people so he already looked into my files along with knowing my ABO.

"I agree to your conditions and to stay anonymous then you must not tell anyone that you're associated with us." He stands from the seat and turn his head to Sanzu as he speaks to him.

"Get him acquainted to the executives before taking him home." He turns back to me and asked who I pick to know where I live, with a few seconds to think I point to the two behind me and Sanzu, not knowing the relationship the three have causing him to smirk and nod at my choice before going to sit in his dark corner.

"Ran Haitani and this is my younger brother Rindou." The tall man confirms my theory of them being related and continues on pointing out each executive in the VIP lounge before grabbing a random drink off the waitress tray that appeared and shoved it into my hand which I give a nod in return but only got a few sips down when Sanzu stands from his chair once done polishing his katana.

"Come on, I got shit to do." I set the glass down and head out to the clubs parking lot to my car with the three following behind, with Ran in the passenger seat he messes with the radio but not finding any so he turns it back off and put his attention on his phone until I arrive at the flat complex I live at. Lucky I had made it a habit to get rid of my Alpha phenomenons in the flat before doing my Saturday usuals in case I bring guests home and become of my unique ability I can't let anyone know of it while trying my best keep my dealer life from my day life. I gesture to the living room as if saying make yourself at home before going to my secret room after making sure the three will stay in the living room, with skillfully hands and speed I packaged the amount the boss wanted of everything I had which I disguised as an unexpected package in the mail. Once the room is hidden again I reappear in the living room where I lay the package down on the glass coffee table to slid it over to Sanzu which he quickly grabbed it and sits a thick envelope in it's place, as soon as they were here they're gone as quick which I give a sigh in relief knowing in time I'll get use to their presence in my home.

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#fanfic #male y/n #male reader #anime #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyrev #tokyo revengers ran #tokrev rindou #tokyo revengers rindou #tr rindou #tokrev ran #ran haitani #ran and rindou #rindou haitani #tokrev sanzu #tokyo revengers sanzu #tr sanzu

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loomer-boom07 · 2 years ago

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The Unexpected Alpha (Part 1)

Warnings: gay, a little bit of dirty thoughts

Ship(s): Takefuyu

Takemichi was excited for his birthday, which was tomorrow. Why? He was going to present whether he was an omega, beta or an alpha because as the legends go, teenagers will usually begin their awakening at the age of 16, some may be earlier, while others will be later. He was so excited that he couldn't even feel sleepy during his classes.

"Takemichi! The bell just rang, come on!" A male voice exclaimed, shaking the male out of his thoughts.

"Coming Chifuyu!" Takemichi says, grabbing his bento lunch set that his mother prepared for him. The two walked towards the rooftop, where their group always hung out. The wind was picking up, sending a breeze towards them gently.

"Takemichi! Chifuyu! You're finally here!" Hakkai, another friend of theirs, exclaimed. There were four of them, Takemichi, Chifuyu, Hakkai, and the younger Kawata brother, Angry. The four have been best friends since they were twelve and have always helped each other.

'Takemichi, are you excited for tomorrow?" Hakkai asked, opening his lunchbox. "Please, he wasn't sleeping for the first time, obviously he's too excited to even shut his eyes." Chifuyu says, munching on an onigiri.

"Still, it is exciting, anticipating what you will get." Angry says as he picked up a rolled up omelette. Out of the four, Chifuyu and Angry had already presented, both being omegas.

The youngest boy, Chifuyu, had presented himself earlier, being 15 years old when it happened.

"What was it like presenting?" Hakkai asked, curious. "Well, I'm pretty sure it'll be different for everyone. You can smell your own scent, you'll feel stuff and yeah. I can't really describe how you'll feel, especially if you present as either a beta or an alpha." Chifuyu explained.

Takemichi nodded, understanding. To be honest, all Takemichi wanted was either to be a beta or an alpha. He had heard tales of omegas in heat from his mother even though she was a beta and they were all not good.

The day went by slowly after that, Takemichi kept looking at his watch, seeing the time. After school, he waited for Chifuyu, who was running late again.

"Takemichi!" The blond turned around to see the other blond running towards him, panting hard.

"Sorry! Teacher made me stay back again because I was sleeping..." Chifuyu says, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"It's fine, Chifuyu!" Honestly, anyone could see from a distance how Takemichi has a crush on the blonde, except for Chifuyu himself.

It was too obvious how Takemichi always looked a little too long at Chifuyu, or how he always waited for him even if Chifuyu had after school activities. He was always by his side.

"What do you think you'll present as?" Chifuyu asked, looking at Takemichi as they walked to their homes. The two lived very close, only a few houses away and had decided to always walk home together, side by side.

"Probably beta." Takemichi replied. The two started talking about their day, which included Sanzu Hauchiyo in their year, who decided to act on his own instincts and started trying to hit up on the quiet student, Rindou Haitani, who was trying to run away from the male in a hurry.

It ended with Ran Haitani, Rindou's older brother, having seen the male chasing his younger brother and had decided to intervene, threatening Sanzu. The two laughed as they reached Chifuyu's house, which was closest to the school.

"Bye Takemichi! You better tell me what you present as! I must be the first one to know, okay?" Chifuyu exclaims, waving goodbye to his best friend.

"I will! See you tomorrow, Chifuyu!" The blond boy continued on his way as his best friend entered his house, not noticing Takemichi watching him as he walked.

Takemichi's day went on as he did his homework and watched television with his dinner in front of him, slurping the noodles hungrily. At 11.30pm, he decided that he could not hold it any longer and went to his room, waiting.

'11.40... 11.50...11.55...11.59...' The clock was slowly turning its seconds hand, slowly making its way to the number 12. Seconds felt like minutes to the blonde as he stared intensely at his clock.

"Tok Tok Tok!" The clock alarmed out, making Takemichi sit up straight, waiting for anything to happen. He felt this sensation tingling, making him growl to his surprise. Usually, only alphas growl from the stories that his mother has told him.

'Wait... does that mean... I'm an alpha?!' Takemichi started searching for the mark, for he knew that alphas had a dark mark shaped to whatever smell they smelled like, while betas had none, and omegas would be given a necklace anonymously at the stroke of midnight. He found it on the back of his thigh, showing a lemon.

'So... that means... I'm really an alpha... holy shit...' Takemichi thought, looking at the engraved mark on his thigh, which seemed to shine under the moonlight.

'Oh yeah, I have to tell Chifuyu before he starts texting me a storm of messages, again.' Takemichi picked up his phone and sure enough, a swarm of texts from the blonde was coming in at rapid speed.

Chat between Peke J's real owner and The Hero

Peke J's real owner: Takemichi!

Peke J's real owner: Michi!

Peke J's real owner: It's 12!

Peke J's real owner: What did you get?

Peke J's real owner: Omg, imagine if you're the third omega in our group

Peke J's real owner: Maybe we can become the Omega 4

Peke J's real owner: Or did you get beta?

Peke J's real owner: Beta's cool, nothing to worry about

Peke J's real owner: Highly doubt you get alpha but then again, anything's possible

Peke J's real owner: Takemichi!!!!!!!!!!

Peke J's real owner: Please respond!!

Peke J's real owner: I wanna know!!!!!!!

The Hero: It's only 12.03

Peke J's real owner: Takemichi! You finally replied!

Peke J's real owner: What did you get?

The Hero: You won't believe me...

Peke J's real owner: I'll always believe you

The Hero: Alpha. I got alpha

Peke J's real owner: HOLY SHIT, REALLY?!

The Hero: I know, I can't believe it either.

Peke J's real owner: Did you see your mark?

The Hero: Yep, not telling you what it is though

Peke J's real owner: What???!!! Fine...

Peke J's real owner: So, look at that! You're finally 16! Happy birthday!!

The Hero: Thanks Chifuyu! I have to go, I really need to sleep, I used up all my energy to worry about this. See you...

Peke J's real owner: See you tomorrow Takemichi! Prepare yourself for an amazing day!

The Hero is now offline

Peke J's real owner is now offline

Takemichi smiled. Chifuyu always knew how to cheer him up, that was his specialty, after all. He flopped onto his bed, staring at the ceiling.

Now that he knew his form, he was happy, and if he was an alpha... and Chifuyu was an omega... then would that mean... he would dominate Chifuyu...- NONO!

Takemichi shook his thoughts away, blushing slightly at the thought of Chifuyu under him, cheeks flushed, eyes staring hungrily back at him, his heavy breathing heard clearly, his sensitivity...

'No! I can't think of him in that way! He's my best friend! He's not someone I can just fantasise about!' Takemichi used both hands to slap his cheeks, trying to snap himself out of his fantasies.

'Ah shit, I really shouldn't have done that, I'll just do it before going to bed...' Takemichi thought as he pulled a box of tissues near him. Ten minutes later, he climbed back into his bed, rolling around.

'Maybe I should confess... I really can't keep these feelings bottled up...' Takemichi thought to himself. That's it... he should come up with a plan to confess, maybe even as early as tomorrow!

Takemichi smiled. He'll think of something soon, but for now, he decided to shut his eyes and drift off to sleep, to dreamland, dreaming about the ways he could confess to the boy he loves...

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emjiroki · 3 years ago

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We need Tokyo Revengers Omegaverse Em! Doesn't matter who but we freaking need it!!

Alright since you asked lovely I'll give some of my Omegaverse Headcanons for some of the Tokyo Revengers boys!

18+ like always under the cut!

Characters included: Mikey,Draken,Baji, Kazutora, Ran and Rindou, Nahoya and Souya, Taiju, Chifuyu,Kokonoi, and Takemitchi

I did a mix of characters as I thought of these headcanons so I hope everyone enjoys!

I think Mikey had a really sweet scent as a kid so everyone expected him to be an Omega (plus his height doesn't help) So when he finally presented as an Alpha, much to everyone's surprise just like his older brother, he refused to wear scent blockers for weeks. "If you don't like it, don't breathe".

Draken is so calm and collected that most people suspect he's a Beta until meeting him. I feel like he prides himself on being able to fly under the radar most of the time despite his height. Keeping his instincts in check his important to him.

While Baji on the other hand... Not so much. It was apparent from the moment his fangs broke through his gums as a pup that he was gonna be an Alpha and his aggressive attitude is such a highlight of that! But he can be so sweet to his Omega though, if Baji chooses you you'll have a permanent shadow (same with Draken)

Kazutora had to go through his presenting all alone while locked up so expect him to be a little needy when his overwhelmed. Too many scents clouding the air around him? he's burying his face into your throat to calm himself.

Ran and Rindou can't be in the same house when they're in rut. despite being brothers, they will fight. and it will be bloody. Anything sets it off too. Ran looks at Rin the wrong way? deep growling and a bloody nose. Rindou putting a scent blocker outside Ran's door so he isn't gagging every time his brother leaves his room? tackled and getting his head smacked into the floor. Just order them some food and they'll be shoving each other and joking again.

Nahoya and Souya are the complete opposite. Being in the same house while in rut helps them to feel more comfortable. Just knowing their twin is across the hall going through the same or sitting in the living room ready to help if needed makes them feel more secure. Obviously it won't be the same when they have their own Omegas but for now it works.

Taiju Shiba is the definition of over protective. Scent's your clothes and won't even let you wear perfume so you don't cover the smell of him on your skin.

Chifuyu's scent is like Autumn. Cinnamon Apples and Bonfires.

Kokonoi is a Beta. plan and simple. He doesn't have time for all the instinct crap when dollar signs are ringing his line.

I feel like Takemitchi is a Beta too. or just a very neutral Alpha. Desperately wants to keep the peace but isn't afraid to throw down when needed right along side everyone else.

this was so fun! Thank you for encouraging me Max 😍

I also have a list of what I think everyone's scents would be if we want that later hehe💕

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obitohno · 2 years ago

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viole(n)t instincts

haitani ran x reader

synopsis ⤸

despite being born an omega, you have zero intentions of mating with an alpha. cue ran.

themes ⤸

fem! reader, 18+, soulmates, abo dynamics, alpha! ran, omega! reader, reader goes into heat, marking, mating, breeding, creampies, mating press, missionary, dubcon marking, mentions of blood, ran is kinda yandere in this, stalking, nesting, cottagecore

word count ⤸

4k (unedited)

a/n ⤸

this has been saved in my drafts ever since i started posting on here, n it’s taken me over a month to finally write this out. it’s almost two am here, so i’m posting n then immediately falling asleep, so if there are any mistakes, pls just ignore them for now ♡

reblogs are appreciated ~

you wake in the early hours of the night to the sound of a lone, drawn out howl that is sung from somewhere far in the distance.

where you had previously lain prone, relaxed amongst the nest of blankets and pillows that decorate the small, wooden bunk that you call bed, your spine has now stiffened, sat rigid as your ears strain to listen through the noise of the forest.

your tiny cottage is just three rooms wide, standing right on the edge of the territory of which you were born in. your home rests an hour’s walk away from the rest of the village, the surrounding forest mostly feared by your peers. being at one with nature, you took to living alone once you became of age, easily making a home of the abandoned building that many deemed too dangerous to live in.

the air is stiflingly warm, much like most nights of the summer, and the scent of humidity clings to all four corners of your small bedroom as it seeps in through the open window.

however, despite the heat, a chill prickles at the surface of your skin, encouraged by the sound of a second howl that has your wide eyed stare gawking out of the window. this call sounds much closer than the first, and you’re unable to help the rapid thump of your pulse beating at the vein in the side of your neck.

it isn’t at all hard to identify the source—it appears that a lone male has wandered his way onto the minute territory of your small patch of self-claimed land.

and there is no doubt that what he seeks is the one thing that you will not give him: yourself.

there is a reason why you crave the solitude that your small home provides, and that is solely for the reasoning that you do not wish to be mated.

the birth of an alpha is rare, and an omega; even rarer so.

unfortunately for you, when you had presented as an omega shortly after your eighteenth birthday, there had been a lot of attention around the prospect of your fertility. it was made clear that your role was to submit, to breed, and to serve those above you, and the notion had struck such a sudden bout of chagrin that when you had been expected to respond with enthusiastic pride, you had felt nothing but nausea.

the romanticised idea of meeting your soulmate and living happily ever after had been shattered, and so, you had retreated to the one place of which you knew the others feared so much so that they wouldn’t dare to follow.

the forest is full of secrets that you aren’t privy to, but you have been happy here, mostly free of any prying eyes, or unwanted company.

until tonight.

there’s a gentle breeze that carries an unfamiliar scent straight through the gap of the window, and when you inhale it, a sudden ache settles deep in your abdomen, and your thighs instinctively clamp shut. your breath comes a little shorter, chest rising and falling a tad quicker than normal as your eyes squint just enough to see a dark shadow passing through the tree-line that towers well above your one-storey home.

the movement is so quick that you almost miss it, and just as the leaves begin to shift, your hands are reaching out, slamming the window shut and twisting the key in the lock.

your fingers are just retreating from the chipped paint of the window-frame, when the room darkens as something—or rather, someone—blocks the moonlight that had previously shone through the glass to illuminate the dimness of your room. you’re loathe to admit to the shrill yelp that is expelled from your lips due to the rush of surprise that has you jolting backwards, almost toppling from your small bunk.

your gaze lifts, eyes glued to the very naked form of a very healthy male who leers at you through the window. and, of course, the first sight that your stare fixates onto is the sizeable appendage that freely hangs between his legs.

he immediately preens, the muscles of his abdomen clenching as his shoulders roll back, the whites of his canines gleaming when his lips curl to grin down at you, all teeth and dark pupils enlarging in the centre of… violet coloured irises that glow in the dark. they’re a peculiar colour, one that you’re entranced by, lips parting as you peer up at him, awed. and he seems just as enthralled by you as you are him, his eyes greedily taking in the sight of your scantily clad form, dressed in just a small pair of shorts and a thin vest in order to battle the heat.

but all too soon, the spell is shattered, broken by the sight of his tongue swiping over his bottom lip, a hand lowering to wrap around the base of his hardening cock. a pant of need throbs between your legs, so strongly so that it snaps you out of your stupor, and you feel ice bite at your veins as realisation dawns on you.

how could you allow yourself to be so easily tempted? shame chews at the back of your mind, but you’re distracted by the sight of him pressing in closer, palms coming to cling at the window-frame, nails biting into the wood as he desperately mouths three little words that almost have you giving in to do as he begs.

let me in.

your body tenses, eyes glued to the shape of his mouth as his lips form the words, and you dare to imagine just exactly what he’d taste like.

again, disappointment has your stomach knotting with irritation, and you lean further back, despite your right hand stretching to reach for the curtain. his eyes are wide, pleading, and through the glass, you’re able to make out the low growl that vibrates from the centre of his chest. the sound has your thighs clenching together once more, a movement that he’s quick to catch, his breath fanning a shadow of condensation across the surface of the window as he presses impossibly closer.

‘let me in.’

he says the words aloud this time, the attractive baritone of his voice muffled, the rough command masking the urgency that laces his words.

the ache between your leg grows, along with your frustration. he’s practically panting, and you watch the rapid rise and fall of his chest for just a few, short seconds, before your fingers move of their own accord and wrench the curtain shut.

the small space of your bedroom is shrouded in darkness, but it does little to settle the heat that has crept up the length of your neck. perspiration has begun to form on the surface of your skin, and it only worsens when you hear the muffled curse that is expelled from somewhere outside. burying your body beneath the covers, you strain to listen for the sound of retreating footsteps, only, they never come.

for a long time, fear keeps you awake.

you sense that he’s still there, loitering outside, and you wonder if he’s just biding his time, waiting until you fall asleep in order to force his way inside. the thought bewilders you—surely a male of his stature is strong enough to dominate his way through any situation that he so desires? and whilst you may be willing to put up a fight, you are not naive enough to fail to realise that it would take no effort at all to have his way with you.

somehow, that thought is one that lingers and stews, keeping you awake until the sun is beginning to wake.

and along with it, the forest awakens, too.

you’re just teetering on the edge of unconsciousness when birdsong trickles across the hibiscus coloured sky.

you drag your body from beneath the covers, begrudgingly setting about your usual morning routine, preparing for yet another day of foraging.

the curtains remain shut.

however, despite the fact that you purposely dawdle, all too soon, the time comes for you to venture from the safety of your home. you’d already debated upon skipping your daily forage, but then, you had remembered that the summer solstice is fast approaching, and you’re yet to prepare for the village’s annual festival. you’d originally planned to make a selection of jams to sell, and with just a couple of weeks left to do so, you want to collect as much fruit as possible.

and so, with your usual basket in hand, your spare hand clasps so tightly around the handle that the metal bites into your palm, and you reluctantly yank the front door open.

the first thing that greets you is the heady mixture of earth, lavender and testosterone.

the overwhelming stench is one that you’re unprepared for, and it smacks you straight in the face, your entire body stiffening as you try to locate the source. only, you don’t have to search very far, as with just a sniff or two, you’re led the outer wall of your bedroom, where the scent is the strongest. here, it clings to everywhere that it can reach, and instinctively, you’re inhaling deep lungfuls of the undeniable scent of alpha. it’s thick as it clings the insides of your cheeks, the potent taste of him dizzying as it works its way down your throat. upon choking on your own saliva, a sudden bout of disorientation has you grasping at the wall in order to keep yourself upright, a pained moan slipping from between your lips.

heat spreads down the length of your spine like fire, and your basket slips from your clammy fingers, landing on the grass with a dull thud. the ache that settles between is all too familiar, and although it is due around this time of year, you’re stricken, afraid of how just one scent of this male easily has your body succumbing to the instinctual needs that come with being presented as an omega.

what you don’t understand is why this particular male affects you so.

he’s certainly not the first to wander into the proximity of your home, and yet no other has made your blood boil with such an unfiltered need for him.

still, you’re not all that far gone to completely lose your wit, and although a definite struggle, you’re able to tamper down the hormonal charge that thrums under the surface of your skin, enough so that you’re able to bend to retrieve your fallen basket before standing upright. determined, you walk on jelly-like legs, slowly distancing yourself from the addictive scent, and you somehow manage to cross the small yard without your knees crumbling. each step becomes a little easier than the last, and you begin to pick your way through the trees, weaving past the thick trunks and dancing over the roots that penetrate the broken earth. soon, the tree-line begins to part, and you’re trudging your way along the length of your usual path, the moss covered trail faded in some places. the sunlight is dim here, barely peeking through the thickening canopy, and your eyes squint as you assess the display of fruit that cling to the shrubbery.

you’re momentarily distracted by the sight, busying yourself with sorting through the ones that you deem good enough to pick, only, you’re so distracted that you fail to notice the thorns that decorate the thicker branches until one of them wedges deep into the crook of your index finger. a yelp escapes you, and you’re immediately cradling the wound to your chest, your other hand coming to yank the offending thorn from the soft plump of your finger.

surprisingly, there’s a sizeable hole left behind, and your nostrils are invaded by the stench of iron as a trickle of blood slithers down the length of your finger. suckling the wound into your mouth, you attempt to staunch the bleed with the flat of your tongue.

the wound throbs, a minor inconvenience as you grumble under your breath, reaching to grab at your basket in order to move further along the path. you’re just about to reach for another fruit when the hairs on the back of your neck suddenly raise, the sensation of being watched stiffening the length of your spine.

the scent of earth and lavender travels through the air, and as soon as you recognise the hormonal charge that taints it, your heart painfully hammers away in the base of your throat. you don’t have time to curse the mistake of letting your guard down, as you’re already stepping backwards, basket slipping from your grasp for the second time today.

the sound of a branch snapping cuts through the unnerving silence and immediately, it triggers the fight or flight response that has you launching your body into a panic-enthused sprint.

you don’t have to look to know that he’s hot on your trail, stalking after you as you cut through the air, your body stumbling all over the place as you almost fall flat on your face after tripping over a particularly large root that juts from the soft soil. you recognise that he should’ve easily caught you by now, but in your hysteria, you fail to realise that he’s purposely allowing you to run all the way back to the refuge of your small cottage, marginally impressed by your speed as you nearly crash straight into your front door just a minute later.

your fingers tremble as you focus on opening the door, hurling your body inside and slamming the wooden frame shut behind you. collapsing to your knees, your chest desperately heaves for air, the corners of your eyes stinging with the promise of tears. you’re not exactly sure why you’re crying, for he’s not lain a single finger upon you, and you pointedly ignore the niggling thought that maybe that is the problem.

heat pangs at the base of your neck, and you groan, struggling to your feet and stumbling your way over to the bedroom. you manage to collapse onto the comforts of your bunk, knees drawing to your chest as your abdomen clenches uncomfortably.

eyes squeezed shut, you ignore the gnawing presence that lingers from somewhere outside your home, sweat building along the length of your brow.

for the next three days, this is where you remain.

the first forty-eight hours are spent drifting in and out of unconsciousness, and as you’ve experienced the misfortune of the seasonal heat before, this is a side-affect that is familiar to you. however, on the third day, you’re awoken by an unbearable itch that has you all but ripping the sweat soaked fabric of your clothes free from your skin.

fire burns from deep within your gut, your cheek turning to muffle the strangled sob that is wrenched from the back of your throat into the cotton of your pillow. your naked thighs clench together, your clit throbbing with the need for friction, but exhaustion has settled deep within your bones, and you can do nothing but lay there as it furiously throbs from its place between your legs.

somehow, you fall asleep again, but when you blink awake just a mere two hours later, you’re drenched in a copious amount of sweat. your stomach clenches once more, pain dully throbbing at your temples, and when you struggle to sit upright, it is with a lightheadedness that has you seeing stars. your fingers blindly reach for the curtain, drawing it back just enough to slip your hand through the gap to fumble with the lock on the window. the comfort that the trickle of fresh air brings is instant, and a moan of relief is sighed from between your lips.

your eyes slide shut, and for a long moment, you sit there, listening to the wild of the forest that surrounds your home. for a few long moments, the silence is comforting, but it doesn’t last long, another pang of heat biting at the centre of your chest. you exhale, eyes watering, but your tears are soon forgotten upon the returning sensation of being watched. cheek turning to look out of the window, you’re not at all surprised to see the familiar tall frame that looms by the edge of the tree-line, his violet coloured irises already fixated onto you.

there’s a pause.

and when the thick scent of him travels through the open window, it is arousal that soars, scorching at every inch of your skin. your breath comes a little faster, and you’re barely swallowing down the moan that threatens to choke itself from the back of your throat, fingers burying themselves within the soft fabric of your blankets. again, your thighs rub together, the movement so minute that he would’ve missed it if not for the fact that he’s yet to blink.

a single word is whispered from between your lips, so softly that he probably would have thought that he’d imagined it if he hadn’t actually watched the way that your lips had moved.

please.

you don’t have to elaborate, nor do you have to ask twice.

with a single blink, he’s gone from your sight so suddenly that you press yourself to the planes of the window, the glass cool on your feverish skin. your neck cranes, suddenly desperate to catch just one more glimpse of him.

only, you don’t have to wait long.

the sound of the front door opening and closing has your heart pounding away at the vein in your neck, and the realisation that he could’ve easily broken in this entire time should have alarmed you more than it does. instead, that little fact flies over your head, and you’re turning to face the door as it pushed open to reveal his towering frame that dominates the tiny space of your bedroom. he almost looks comically large, standing there, eyes heavily lidded as he drinks in the display of your naked skin. you swallow, and his eyes dart to follow the lines of your throat, pausing at the juncture of which your neck meets your shoulder.

your stare is focused on the length that twitches between his thighs, enthralled by the swollen tip that is flushed red, leaking a clear liquid that escapes from the slit at the very tip of his length.

‘ran,’ he croaks, the hoarse sound of his voice breaking the silence. when you don’t immediately respond, he points a finger to his bare chest, and repeats, ‘ran.’

the broken introduction is one that makes your lips quirk upwards without you even meaning to. your name slips from your lips with a whisper of your own, and then, instinctively, your head tilts to bare the pretty length of your neck.

a growl bites through the air, and then he’s crossing the room faster than you can process, his powerful hands grabbing at you, cooling the blaze that burns you from the inside, out. his frame cages in over yours, pressing you onto your back as his mouth moulds to the shape of yours.

he tastes like the earth, and you greedily lick at every inch of his mouth, encouraged by the low moan that is panted across your tongue. the length of his fingers tickle over the curves of your hips, and you squirm under his attentions, unabated arousal pounding away at your throbbing clit. pinned beneath the weight of him, you mewl, thighs parting to accommodate his hips, your fingers reaching to tangle into the tresses of his hair, the colour matching that of his irises.

the heavy weight of his cock drags up and over the curve of your sopping slit, and you relish in the way that his tongue flattens over the pulse in your neck. he moves to mouth over your collarbone, the rounded tip of his cock repeatedly nudging between your slick soaked folds, humming his approval as his length slips further down to where you need him the most. his touch simmers the inferno that has your opening fluttering, your thighs encouraging the forward cant of his hips.

your hole stretches, clenching tight around his girth and he purrs, hips jutting to piston his entire length inside you. the stretch hurts, and you’re unable to muffle the sharp cry that is punched straight from the depths of your stomach. your nails scratch at his shoulders from which you cling, the muscles shifting beneath his skin as he ruts into you, forcing your inner walls to adjust and mould to the shape of his prick that kisses the entrance of your cervix with each forward stroke. the uncomfortable twinge that jolts from deep within you is one that has you squirming, and yet you still beg for him to fuck you harder, deeper.

he responds with a lust-driven groan that has your pussy fluttering around him, and he raises onto his haunches, the violets of his eyes darkening as he greedily soaks in the image of your pretty little cunt creaming a ring around the base of his cock. you’re leaking a mess all over him, the soft material of your blankets soaked with your combined arousal. your pupils are blown as you leer up at him through heavy eyelids, mouth agape as you allow his hands to push your thighs until they meet your chest. this mating press has your rear tilting in the air, and the sight of each enthusiastic suckle of his tip claiming home within the scorching cavern of your cunny has your stomach knotting with the all-too familiar feeling of your fast approaching orgasm.

he appears to taste the way that your scent shifts, eyes flashing, teeth bared as he suddenly leans over you, practically folding you in half as he tongues at your throat. you’re scrabbling to find purchase upon his shoulders once more, the drag of his teeth prickling at your skin.

that is the only warning that you receive, and just as your clit grinds into the wild mess of public hair that nestles the base of his cock, your orgasm finally cresting, the dagger-like points of his canines pierce the fragile area that you had presented to him earlier. the flames of arousal have you wailing, further encouraged by the rush of endorphins that soothe the bruising of his teeth that are still latched into your skin. your blood pools, staining your skin, the insides of his cheeks, and the pillow beneath your head, and he remains attached long after the aftershocks of your orgasm have settled into a pleasurable hum that has you submitting, letting him have his way with you.

your pussy is drenched, a quiet moan of protest escaping you when his canines retreat from their newfound home, his tongue lapping at the iron-laced liquid that is starting to congeal around the fresh wound. satisfied, he noses along the length of your jaw, roughly fucking into you once, twice, and then his round balls are tensing, and a moment later, he howls a moan of pleasure, his seed painting a translucent mess inside your gummy walls. his knot swells in order to lock his girth inside you, and only then does he still above you, chest heaving as he fights to catch his breath. pressing his nose to your pulse, he inhales the slow morphing of your scent intermingling with his own, something akin to pride bubbling deep with him.

you’re half asleep, the rigid lines of his cock still locked tight inside you, but despite the bruise that is starting to bloom on the side of your neck, the corners of your mouth tug into the shape of a very fucked out smile. he knows that it’ll only be a matter of hours before your body will call for his once again, but for now, he settles for gently brushing his lips over the mark that now claims you as his own. your soft keen has him smirking despite the pink flush that stains the bridge of his nose, and he taps the tip of his finger to the space that hides the slowing beat of your heart.

‘ran’s.’

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tetsupeach · 3 years ago

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reallyromealone · 6 months ago

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Request where alpha ran and omega reader are expecting a child?

Title: peanut butter squares

Fandom: Tokyo revengers

Characters: ran Haitani, Rindō Haitani mentioned

Fic type: fluff

Pairings: ran x male reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, light sexual innuendos, swearing, mpreg, Omega male reader

Notes: I just want to mention to everyone you can request gn and ftm readers right?

Summary: who knew peanut butter squares could induce pregnancy

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If there was one thing Ran Haitani couldn't stand, it was being woken up, especially after work.

But something he hated more was not having his mate in his arms while sleeping, his beloved Omega was going to give birth any week now and Ran didn't want him out of his line of sight whatsoever. Grumling, the Alpha pushed back bis long hair out of his face to go hunting for his mate, wearing nothing but a loose pair of briefs that hung barely under his v-line. Kanto paid well, so well that the Alpha could afford the nicest things for his mate, an accudental pregnancy nothing for him to worry about.

Especially with all the baby proofing they did, he had to admit watching his brother struggle for ten minutes to open a cabinet was pretty funny. Six bedrooms and a room for (name)s hobbies and a closet for Ran, everything was perfect... Mostly.

The Alpha was looking into mansions outside of the city for the pups, a nice backyard and maybe a pool so they could learn to swim... God if you spoke to him two years ago and told him these were things he was considering he would have shattered your kneecaps.

He couldn't help but watch with pure love and adoration in his eyes while his mate made what seemed to be peanut butter squares with honey and hot sauce? He wasn't gonna just his mates food choices, he was making sure their babies were fed after all.

"Oh did I wake you?" (Name) Broke the man's thoughts with a sweet expression and crumbs on his lips "you weren't there with me, sweetness" Ran sauntered over and wrapped his lanky arms around his mate, large hands cupping the omegas round belly before kissing him "the baby wanted a snack" (name) took another bite and then offered some to Ran who snuggled into his beloveds neck "nah baby, you have that... Gotta make sure our kids are well fed right?" A good save because ran did not want to ingest that, it was too late to put his butt through that pain.

"Finish that up, get a drink and get your fine ass back in bed" Ran ordered his mate while kissing up his neck and licking his scent gland, the other whining "I heard fucking can induce labor" what? His mate knocked up with his kids wearing nothing but one of rans shirts was hot as hell!

"Baby, you better enjoy my ass while you can because after I give birth you aren't coming near me with a ten foot pole"

"I got a ten foot po--"' you know I'm not feeling it after all tonight" (name) said simply while water leaked down his legs "Babe go get the go bag"

(Name) Had never seen a man nice that fast, the Omega watching amused while eating the treats he made, realizing he should put sweatpants on before going and maybe grab Ran clothes.

Well, time for the worst pain in his life times two.

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spooky-bunnys · 2 years ago

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Haitani Baby Brother

Part 1

(Name) hadn't been feeling the best the past few weeks. His Omega was out of control and according to his older brothers. His sent necame sweeter. (Name) thought it was because his heat had been coming up. It starts in two days. He didn't want to find an Alpha for this coming heat. He wanted to be alone. Maybe he'll just steal his brothers clothing again.

(Name) woke up confused and felt even more sick. He was supposed to start his heat today. But nothing happened. (Name) ran his hand through his hair before leaving his nest. He opened the door to his room and was greeted by his oldest brother. "(Name) what are you doing up? You started your heat didn't you?" (Name) crossed his arms and shook his head. "Aniki. I didn't start my heat." Ran looked confused then froze.

(Name) confused waved a hand in front of his brothers face. "Aniki? Are you okay should I call Rin?" Ran quickly grabbed (Name)'s wrist. He grabbed it tightly but not too tight. Ran quickly made his way down stairs and grabbed his car keys. While getting dragged (Name) was honestly getting scared. "Aniki what's going on? Your scaring me!" Ran released his wrist and pulled out his phone. "(Name) I'm taking you to the doctor that works under Bonten."

Confused as he was (Name) knew not to argue with his brothers when they went into protective brother alpha mode. (Name) confusingly nodded and watched Ran call not only the doctor but Rindou too apparently. As Ran excorted (Name) to his car, (Name) couldn't help but get more worried. What was going on?

As they arrive at Bonten HQ Rindou was outside pacing. When (Name) got out of the car he made his way to his other older brother and quickly shoved his head into his scent glad. Trying to calm himself with a familiar sent. Rindou jumped but calmed himself while rubbing (Name)'s back. Smelling the worried but extremely sweet scent of his baby brother. Rindou trying to calm him down while Ran leaded them towards the doctors office.

(Name) looked around his brothers work place as they went. He's never been here before since his older brothers didn't like exposing (Name) to what they do. When they reached the doctors door (Name) was pumping out scared pheromones. His brothers tried calming him down but they weren't helping. The door opens and what welcomes the doctor is a crying Omega and the two Haitani executives trying to calm him down.

"Mr. Haitani you called me about an ultrasound?" Ran nodded quickly and wrapped his arm around (Name) pushing him into the doctors office with Rindou on his heals. (Name) was confused. Why would his brother want him to get an ultrasound? Unless....(Name) paled and cried harder. Freaking his brothers out more. Rindou pushed Ran away and scooped up (Name). Getting him to the awaiting bed quicker.

Once (Name) was sat on the bed the doctor immediately got to work setting up the equipment. Ran gave a quick glare to Rindou before looking at (Name) who honestly looked like he was going to faint. Ran felt bad. He probably should've explained what he was taking (Name) to the doctor for. He just knew Rin was gonna lecture him later. After the doctor was finished setting everything up he grabbed a tube of what looked like clear jelly.

"Okay Mr. Haitani. I need you to lift your shirt." (Name) wasn't even paying attention he was stuck in his head. What's gonna happen if he's pregnant? (Name) thought he was careful! He always had the Alpha's he slept with use protection. He took medication that was supposed to prevent pregnancy. The older Haitani's shared a look. Knowing exactly was going through their baby brothers head.

They softly grabbed (Name)'s hands. Each brother taking one. Knocking (Name) from his thoughts. "Whatever happens (Name) know we're here for you. Just one question though." Ran continued Rindou's statement. "Who was the last Alpha you were with?" (Name) didn't need to think hard. He knew what the Alpha looked like....just not his name. (Name) looked embarrassed. Ran smirked. "Aww did our baby brother have a one night stand?"

(Name) shook Ran's hand off and covered his face groaning. Ran teases him over almost anything and everything. Rindou growled. Thinking some Alpha knocked up his brother. Without thinking it wouldn't come back to him? Rindou was gonna track this asshole down. The doctor cleared his throat. Gaining the attention of the Omega.

He raised an eyebrow motioning to the shirt and (Name) blushed. He slowly lifted his shirt showing his stomach for the doctor. When the jelly hit his skin the air left his lungs. Why was the jelly so cold!? His older brothers laughed upon seeing his reaction. The doctor placed the wand on his stomach. Looking around for a few moments before making a happy sound. He pushed a few buttons before removing the wand.

He handed Rindou a towl to wipe the goop off (Name). While Rindou was doing so Ran was talking to (Name) trying to keep him distracted until the doctor was done. Rindou joined in the conversation when he was done. After a few minutes the doctor came back with a smile and a folder in his hand. "Well congratulations Mr. Haitani! You are almost 4 weeks pregnant!" The brothers all froze.

Ran snatching the folder out of his hand opening it quickly. (Name) and Rindou looking over his shoulder. Inside the folder were multiple pictures of a small circle. (Name) was pregnant? (Name) paled. His brothers shared a look. One was surprised the other was angry. They nodded to one another with one though in mind. They were gonna find that Alpha. Rindou took a deep breath and leaned down to his brother.

(Name) looked absolutely terrified. It worried him. "(Name). Hey I need you to look at me." Rindou spoke as soft as he could as to not startle the Omega. That's the last thing he needs to do. After calling his name a few more times (Name) slowly meet Rindou's eye. "I need to know about who you had that one night stand with." (Name)'s eyes started watering. He quickly said he didn't know who it was. He only remembers what he looks like.

When asked what he looked like. The Haitani Alphas saw nothing but red. "H-He was tall. Had beautiful blue eyes. Soft pink hair. H-He also had matching diamond scars on the side of his mouth...." (Name) didn't know what he said wrong but with how murderous his brothers look he could only assume they knew the Alpha. Rindou was the first to somewhat calm down. Noticing how scared (Name) looked. He sighed and smacked the back of his older brothers had.

Ran turned to glare at Rindou until he heard a whimper. When he saw (Name) his heart broke. Neither brother have ever seen (Name) look so weak. They knew what was going through his head. (Name) thought he was gonna raise the baby by himself. Without the Alpha in the picture. Not on their watch. The older brothers nodded. Ran took (Name)'s wrist and helped him up.

Placing his suit jacket on the Omega's shoulder and handed the folder to Rindou so could carry (Name). Once Ran had the Omega settled in his arms the brothers left the office. Both making their way to Ran's office. Where (Name) had a nest in the hidden room behind the book shelf. Once they had (Name) settled down and the Omega was alseep. The brothers made their way to the meeting room.

As they got closer to the meeting room they could hear a loud voice laughing. The voice stirred the anger and fury both brothers were feeling. Ran threw open the door. Anger written all over his face. Rindou gripping the folder knuckles white. Everyone inside stared at them confused. "Who pissed in your cereal?" Sanzu asked a shit eating grin on his face.

Ran immediately lunged towards him. Kakucho grabbing him inches away from Sanzu. Rindou lunged after getting caught by Mochi. "Woah! Hey! The fuck did I do?!" Sanzu had jumped out of his seat. Ready to fight both brothers if needed. Mikey annoyed with all the yelling and growling put a stop to it. Grabbing his gun he shot upwards shutting the fight down quickly. The Haitani Brothers panting and stopped growling glaring hatefully at Sanzu.

"Now. I want to know what the fuck makes you think you two can come in here acting like that." Mikey glared at the brothers. Ran quickly shook Kakucho off and straightened himself glaring at Sanzu one last time before looking at Mikeym "I apologize sir. We were just given some....news." Everyone looked at the older Haitani annoyed and confused. "You got some bad fucking news and tried taking your anger out on me?!"

Sanzu was ready to shoot both brothers in the head and dance on their graves. Rindou growled and tried lunging at him again. Mikey growled loudly. "ENOUGH!" Everyone froze. Mikey stared at Rindou noticing the folder he was gripping. Mikey raised an eyebrow. "Rindou. What's in the folder?" Rindou hadn't calmed down enough so Ran took the lead taking the folder from his brother and handing it to his boss.

Mikey opened the folder. Staring at the pictures and looked at the brothers with a raised brow. "Whose ultrasound?" Mikey placed the folder on the table spreading the pictures. Sanzu laughed loudly. "Aww did one of your bitch Omegas get pregnant saying it wasn't yours?~" Something in Ran snapped. He yanked his wallet out and pulled out a picture. He slammed said picture on the table in front of Sanzu growling. Sanzu stared at him then looked at the picture and grinned.

"Hey! Thats the Omega I've been looking for!" He picked up the picture. "He was the best fuckin I've had in a long time. I've been wanting a round 2." Ran lunged again and once again being caught by Kakucho. Sanzu laughed at his reaction. "Don't tell me he's your Omega?" Mikey stared at the ultrasound pictures and the angry brothers. Going back and forth until something in his mind clicked.

"The Omega." Mikey spoke gaining everyone's attention. Sanzu stared at his King. Hanging on every word. Mikey spoke again. "Who is he?" Sanzu shrugged. "Don't know. I met him at some club. Had an absolute fucking addicting sent." The brothers that were calming were even more angry. Finally Mikey snapped sending the brothers out. Mikey held his hand out towards Sanzu. Who immediately set the picture in his hand.

Mikey looked between the picture before catching a name at the top. He smirked before looking at the small picture in his hand. "Do you know what the Omega's name is?" Sanzu shrugged. "I didn't really care at he time." Mikey started laughing. Scaring the other members in the room. "Oh you fucked up." Everyone confused stared at Mikey waiting for him to continue. "Sanzu that Omega you slept with was Haitani (Name). Baby brother of the Haitani Brothers and-" Mikey slid the ultrasound pictures towards Sanzu.

"He is currently carrying your pup.

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haitanisbug · 3 years ago

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✛ Carnal Delights ✛

Alpha! Hanma x Omega! Reader

CW: 18+ Material. Minors do not interact. slight noncon. omegaverse. soft hanma.

a/n: Hanma is an executive in Bonten in this fic because I said so. Loosely inspired by the beginning of Kiss me Liar.

Tonight is the night of one of Tokyo’s most notable galas for the elite. As Hanma’s secretary, you often accompany him to these galas. It’s strictly business for you though. You’re expected to stay on the sidelines, out of sight while Hanma escorts whatever beautiful Omega he’s picked out for the night. Tonight is no different. You arrive in separate cars, Hanma insists and you don’t argue with this rule. Knowing your boss, he spends the ride there rubbing up on his omega escort and sometimes getting a quick fuck in before the gala. You can always tell by his scent. The thought that you know your boss’s scent so well that you can detect an omega on him, makes you groan inwardly. You shouldn’t know any alpha that intimately, much less your boss. You suppose it’s inevitable with how long you’ve been working for him. And the crush that you’ve been simultaneously hiding.

Once both cars arrive at the swanky hotel, you follow Hanma from a distance. He looks back at you briefly once you’ve entered the building and gives you a quick nod. This is your cue to get lost, and you scurry away, just in sight of him in case he needs you.

The location for this night’s gala draws a shiver down your spine. You can usually tell by the atmosphere, which direction the party will turn by night’s end. And by the looks of it, this’ll be one of the infamous alpha parties that end up in a carnal orgy.

You can already spot Sanzu, one of Mikey’s other executives, cornering a couple of unsuspecting Omegas. You’ve met him briefly a couple of times, it’s hard to avoid Bonten’s other top execs, and the experience still leaves you shaking whenever you think about it. Sanzu is notorious for his perverted actions, his elitist sentiment, and the ferality that always accompanies him whenever an omega is around. Sanzu not only scorned omegas, but every other being too. He was known to fuck men, women, omegas and alphas; as long as it had a weeping hole, it was Sanzu’s for the taking.

You turned your head and ducked around a corner. The last thing you needed was Sanzu or any of the other Bonten executives catching wind of your presence. Tonight was for sex, and debauched sex alone. If you caught someone's fancy, it would matter little that you were Hanma’s secretary, you’d be dragged into the inevitable orgy as well.

With the increasing scent of foreign pheromones', you make your way down one of the more deserted hallways to clear your head. Looking ahead, your blood stops cold at the sight in front of you.

“Ah. If it isn't Hanma’s cute omega secretary. Surprised he brought you along tonight knowing the type of party this is.”

“Oh. Haitani Ran sir I was just heading-”

“I don't care where you’re heading. You're here in front of us now. And I want to spend time chatting with you.” The last sentence is said with more force than any normal command. Its a direct command from an alpha, and you have no choice but to obey your instincts. Your bones turn weak and your mind clouds slightly.

“A-as you wish sir.”

Ran’s brother is standing next to him and snickers at your compliant response. “Thought you didn't like forcing them into things, Ran?”

“Yea well that bastard Shuji has been holding out with this one. Never lets any of us get close to her even though she's a fucking omega. She should be fair game. This is my, our, fucking chance Rin.”

Both men crowd into your personal space, and Rindou’s hand shoots out to grip onto your wrist. He roughly drags you over to the wall of the hallway and digs his nails into your skin.

“P-please alpha, i-it hurts.” Rindou snickers again and Ran ambles up to you, his hand taking place around the column of your throat.

“My, my. Your scent gland is swelling. Wonder how pretty it’d look with our marks on it.” The pressure of Ran’s thumb on your gland is cold and cruel. It hurts in more ways than one. A whimper escapes your lips and you cant tell if it’s out of fear or need. Just being around the two powerful alphas has your better judgement succumbing to your carnal need. Its been hours since you’ve taken your last suppressant pill. The effects are wearing off and if you don’t get away from the two men quickly, you know you’ll have no choice but to give in to their commands.

“Cant fucking take it anymore. You smell too good.” Ran’s mouth dives to yours and he roughly cups your chin to angle you just right. Its gross and heavy. His breathe burns into your mouth and his spit dribbles down your skin. You’re not immune to the instant pleasure, no matter how unwelcome it is. Your hips jut out and your cunt catches on Ran’s growing bulge.

“Fuck, i’m gonna fucking breed this one. Mount her here in the hallway for Hanma to see and then pass her back to Hanma after she’s got my mark all over her fucking skin.” The possession in Ran’s voice has you unconsciously emitting a sugary scent, one that alerts any alpha in the vicinity that you’re surrendering, and your body needs to be filled. Rindou and Ran respond accordingly. Their domineering woody scents enveloping yours and causing your knees to buckle.

“God her body is so fucking pliant right now. I know that omega cunt is just weeping for my cock right now.” Ran grins into the hallow of your neck while his arms go around your waist to support your weight.

“Lemme check it out.” Rindou’s hand dives underneath the thin material of your dress and he cups your cunt and squeezes. Rindou laughs at the yelp you let out and dips one of his fingers into your hole. “Fucking filthy. Could probably fit my knot in there, no problem. C’mon Ran, taste.” Rindou pulls his finger away from your cunt and lifts it up to his brother. The slick almost glints in the sparkled overhead lights of the chandelier, and you turn your head away in embarrassment. A strangled sound between a gasp and a cry mingling between Ran’s moans as he licks your slick off of Rindou’s finger.

“So sweet.” he hums. “Probably got a pretty lookin pussy too. C’mon lets take her right here Rin.” At the feeling of two pairs of hands grabbing at your skin you begin to struggle. Through the heady haze of their scents and your fucked out mind you know that you don’t want this.

“N-no, please. Please stop, I don’t want this this please!” They’ve managed to rip your dress down both sides for easier access and your struggling causes it to tear more than necessary.

“Don’t care what your want, omega bitch. I want to breed you right now and I fucking will.” Ran’s just about ready to throw you to the ground after that command when the atmosphere in the hallway suddenly turns foreboding.

“What the hell are you bastards doing to my fucking secretary?” Both Ran and Rindou whip their heads around, their pupils wide at the change in their colleague. Hanma’s usually relaxed posture now resembles that of a predator. His shoulders are squared and amber eyes squinted in rage.

“Didn't know she was yours Hanma! Thought you brought that other omega bitch tonight and this one was fair game.” Ran’s voice slides through the tense air with a false sense of tranquility. It’s obvious by his now sour scent, that Ran is frightened by the larger alpha.

A whimper from you draws their attention to your slumped form on the marble floor. The pitiful sound causes a growl to tear from Hanma and he stalks towards the Haitani brothers. One of his tattooed hands snags the collar of Rindou’s suit and all color drains out of the man.

“If I ever catch you touching my omega again, i’ll tear your throats apart.” Hanma’s snarl is low and echoes off the expanse of the hallway.

“F-fuck Hanma! We weren't gonna harm her!” Rindou’s hands wrap around the fingers clutched into the fabric of his suit, attempting to tug them off to no avail. Hanma’s mouth curls in fury. The foreboding air hanging around you suddenly turns deadly with the scent of an enraged alpha. The smell is oppressive and you whimper as it reaches your nose. Even if its not directed towards you, its enough to get you to freeze. Body trembling slightly, that one misstep from the brothers would end in your death too.

“Fine we’ll get out of here. Just- just let em’ go.” Ran placates. Hanma releases him, narrowed eyes still on Rindou. “Crazy cunt.” he murmurs. And then both men leave the hallway, out of your sight.

Hanmas gaze redirects to your body on the floor. Too scared to make a move, you try to meet his eyes, up the alphas presence is still too intimidating and you lower yours to the floor.

“C'mon lemme get you out of here.” With a small yelp from you, Hanma scoops you up and heads to one of the private bedrooms reserved for tonight's activities. You shiver in his hold as he sets you on the bed. He isn't yelling at you, and doesn't seem angry with you. But his breathing is still heavy and you don't want to break the delicate tranquility.

“...are you hurt?” Hanma towers over you. You don't have the courage to look into his eyes, so you fixate on the lined pattern of his suit. “I asked you a question, omega.”

“Um. Y-yes. My wrist and my-” a sob rips through you and you clutch your chest, shaking as the adrenaline wears off and reality sinks in.

“Show me.” Hanma commands. “I want to see it with my own eyes.” His fingers trace the straps of your dress and they fall to expose more of your skin.

“Haitani’s finger. I’ll cut off one of their fingers for every mark I find on you.” His hands comes up to brush at the skin of your neck and a low growl rumbles through his chest, clearly upset at what hes found there. “That's one finger.”

Your hands come up to shield your exposed chest as Hanmas eyes dip down. He grabs them and pins them to the bed, and you wriggle in embarrassment at being this exposed in front of your boss. “P-please Hanma, its okay. I’ll take care of it myself. Just stop look-”

“I told you. I want to see it with my own eyes.” The command is low but stern. And it has your instincts submitting to him. “They harmed my omega.” The sentence is a whisper but you catch it all the same.

You finally dare to look into his face. With his figure bent over you on the bed, it’s easier to get a better look at him. There's a sweetness in his face. A kind of feral beauty. And you choke up at the feeling of his presence over you. “S-shuji? Your omega? I don't understand.”

“Fuck it. I’ve wanted you. From the second i saw you walk through my office doors. I’ve fucking wanted you as mine. Could never make a move on you though. Never wanted to try. You’re too..good. Too fucking good for me, angel.” Hanma drops his head. One of his hands still trails the marks on your skin. Every time they trace a deeper cut or bruise, your breathe hitches. The feeling of his lithe fingers paired with his praise has you preening.

“I’ve liked you for a long time too. Shuji.” you whisper.

“Alpha.”

“Alpha.” A smile tugs at your lips after you repeat the word and Hanma crashes his lips against yours. It’s heavy, in a way so unlike that of Ran’s kiss. With Hanma he kisses you deeply, but care oozes from his being through the way he cradles the back of your head with one hand, and the calming scent he emits to get you to relax in his hold. Its slow and deep and by the time he pulls away, you're purring lightly much to your embarrassment.

Hamna barks out a laugh and you try to to hide in his chest to escape the embarrassment. “Easy there, angel.” He kisses the top of your head. “We have all the time in the world to continue this.” Hanma shrugs out of his suit jacket and plops it around your shoulders. You tug at it to wrap around your teared dress and Hanma scoops you up again, walking briskly to the door.

“First things first, I've got to get you home safe. Then I have to fire you, princess.” You pull away from his chest in shock and he just chuckles at your expression. “No point in keeping you as my secretary if I'm too busy fucking my mate all the time.”

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