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okeutocalma · 1 year ago

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Tokyo Revengers [Male Reader].

[Nome] estava deitado na cama, sentindo a dor latejante por todo o corpo. Ele se sentia culpado por estar "doente" e dando trabalho ao seu amigo Draken.

Ele sabia que estava causando uma grande preocupação para Ken, mas se sentia impotente, pois não conseguia se levantar e cuidar de si mesmo.

Ele podia ouvir Draken andando de um lado para o outro do quarto, tentando encontrar algo que pudesse ajudá-lo a melhorar. Mas o Alpha infermo sabia que não havia nada que pudesse ser feito para que ele se sentisse melhor. Ele se sentia fraco e desanimado, não só pela "doença", mas também pela culpa.

[Nome] lembrou de todas as vezes em que o loiro havia o ajudado, sem hesitar, quando precisava. E agora, quando Draken precisava de sua ajuda, ele não conseguia nem sequer se levantar da cama… Ken precisava de sua ajuda?

Desesperado, [Nome] decidiu que tinha que fazer algo para retribuir a bondade de Draken, mesmo estando enfermo. Ele recolheu todas as suas forças e, com muita dificuldade, conseguiu se levantar da cama. Ele caminhou lentamente até a cozinha, onde o Alpha loiro estava preparando uma sopa quente.

Ao ver [Nome] de pé, Draken ficou surpreso e aliviado. O Alpha fez questão de sentar-se na mesa e conversar com Draken enquanto tomava a sopa.

— Acabar isso você vai deitar!

— Eu estou te dando trabalho Ken… Você tem que dar atenção a Mitsuya, ele é seu ômega… Você não está sendo pago pra cuidar de um Alpha doente e inútil como eu.

Draken ouviu atentamente as palavras do outro e cada fala dava vontade de meter um murro na cara do Alpha fraco.

Ele colocou a mão no ombro do Alpha e o olhou nos olhos, passando uma mensagem de conforto e compreensão e em um movimento rápido ele juntou os lábios dele aos seus.

[Nome] estava sentindo-se cansado e fraco após passar dias lutando contra uma febre alta. Mas ao sentir a mão de Draken em sua bochecha e os lábios juntos, algo em seu corpo pareceu responder, embora ele mal tivesse forças.

Foi um beijo gentil, quase como um pedido mudo por permissão. O Alpha fraco sentiu seu coração acelerar e, apesar de estar fisicamente fraco, ele se sentiu tentado a se entregar ao momento.

Após se separarem,[Nome] olhou com tristeza nos olhos. Não estava pronto, não queria outro relacionamento… Não por agora.

— Eu… Sinto muito Draken mas… — Ele começou a falar, trêmulo e com medo. Mas sentiu uma mão em seu queixo levantando levemente seu rosto o fazendo olhar para o alpha loiro.

— Eu sei [apelido], você acabou de sair de um relacionamento e saiu machucado. Você não está pronto pra entrar em outro tão cedo,eu entendo e respeito isso. — Falou olhando em seus olhos com um sorriso discreto nos lábios. — Mas quando você se curar,desejo que dê uma chance a mim e a Mitsuya.

Um rubor tomou conta do seu rosto e você acenou positivamente,com o coração mais leve e sem um certo peso em suas costas.

— Eu agradeço por compreender Ken! E com toda certeza,darei uma chance a vocês! Eu agradeço tanto por terem cuidado de mim. — [Nome] o abraçou,com toda força que tinha em seu corpo.

ㅤ ㅤ ◍ ִ ✿̶̷ ׄ 🍒🫀⃤ ׄ ִ ⥀ 愛

Três meses tinham se passado e [Nome] estava melhor,um sorriso tomava conta dos lábios do Alpha enquanto andava pela rua vazia.

O cheiro de terra molhada predominava ao local, indicando que tinha chovido durante a noite e o ar frio se chocava contra o corpo do homem.

Seus passos eram leves, quase dançantes, enquanto ele apreciava as gotas de água que ainda escorriam das árvores e telhados. O aroma fresco da terra molhada impregnava o ar, envolvendo-o em um abraço revigorante.

Os raios de sol timidamente surgiam entre as nuvens, dispersando o cinza do céu e iluminando o caminho à sua frente. Ele sentia o calor suave do sol em seu rosto, e isso apenas aumentava a sensação de contentamento em seu interior.

[Nome] observava os transeuntes com um olhar curioso e benevolente, cumprimentando-os com um aceno ou um acolhedor "bom dia".

Seu sorriso irradiava bondade e alegria, contagiando todos ao seu redor. As pessoas que cruzavam seu caminho encontravam em seu semblante a promessa de um dia repleto de oportunidades e momentos felizes.

E assim, ele seguia seu caminho, com um sorriso iluminando seu rosto, em harmonia com o mundo ao seu redor. Sabia que havia muito a ser vivido e desfrutado, e cada respiração era uma renovação.

Com passos calmos ele andava olhando para o céu com um sorriso bobo nos lábios. Se sentia tão idiota por tá rindo assim mas amava o fato de estar se sentindo livre.

Ele estava tão envolto que nem percebeu alguém vindo e acabou esbarrando na pessoa e ela caiu no chão e rapidamente, [Nome] correu para ajudá-la a levantar.

— Desculpa, eu não vi você,estava envolto em pensamentos. — Disse [Nome], sem olhar o rosto da pessoa.

— [Nome]?

Ele sentiu o sangue sair do rosto e os olhos se arregalaram,o alpha engoliu em seco e olhou para o rosto da pessoa.

— Kisaki?

ㅤ ㅤ ◍ ִ ✿̶̷ ׄ 🍒🫀⃤ ׄ ִ ⥀ 愛

— Não Kisaki,meu relacionamento com eles acabou no momento que aquele laço se rompeu. — Neguei com a cabeça, levando o copo de café aos lábios.

Aquele gole quente e reconfortante era exatamente o que eu precisava naquele momento. Enquanto o líquido escorria pela minha garganta, senti uma sensação revigorante percorrer meu corpo.

Era como se cada gota de café trouxesse consigo um novo fôlego, dissipando a exaustão que eu nem sabia que consumia meu ser.

— Mas por favor! Por favor [Nome]! Eles estão morrendo,os visite só uma vez. — O loiro pediu,eu pude ver seus olhos suplicantes e pude ter certeza que não era mais uma ladainha que ele sempre fazia.

— Eu também estava quase morrendo,os chamei pela antiga marca e quem disse que eles vieram? — Falei em um tom ríspido,afastando o copo e o colocando na mesinha que nos afastava.

— Eles não saíram daquele quarto.

Ok,essa fala me fez parar por um momento. A única coisa que lembrava eram os lençóis sujos do meu suor,o banheiro com a banheira cheia de água e logo após eu desmaiei…

Kisaki pareceu perceber que eu travei e viu isso como um gatilho para continuar a falar.

— Não deixam ninguém entrar,pois lá ainda tem poucos resquícios de seus feromônios. Consegui dar um jeito na casa junto a Hanma mas não conseguimos entrar lá. Tivemos que enfiar sopas na goela deles,se não os mesmo não comiam. Estão morrendo [Nome], eu sei que você pode ter ódio,rancor, não querer mais olhar na cara deles mas… — Ele parou por um tempo, olhando para a xícara de chá que tinha em mãos. — Me ajude a salvá-los, vá lá apenas uma vez e veja o estado de ambos… Estão deploráveis.

Eu soltei um suspiro baixo de exaustão, mas soube que não pode me dar ao luxo de recusar,aquilo ficaria em minha mente me perturbando.

— Bom, se eu estou indo com você, então vamos nos mover. — Disse para Kisaki - esse que rapidamente se animou.

ㅤ ◍ ִ ✿̶̷ ׄ 🍒🫀⃤ ׄ ִ ⥀ 愛

Estava lá, a porta, e eu não sabia o que fazer, só que sabia que precisava entrar. Me sinto nervoso, com a respiração ofegante e os dedos suados. Com minhas mãos trêmulas e um coração acelerado, me aproximei lentamente. Era como se eu não tivesse ar suficiente para arriscar passar por aquela porta.

Pensei em tudo o que poderia acontecer do outro lado daquela porta. E então,peguei a maçaneta,girei e empurrei a porta para frente e entrei. Agora, estou aqui… Estou aqui dentro novamente.

A sala de estar e a cozinha possuem um charme simples e acolhedor. Os móveis são modestos, mas bem cuidados, e a decoração é discreta, exalando um senso de cuidado e conforto.

Na sala de estar, há um sofá de tecido simples, porém confortável, acompanhado de poltronas estofadas. Uma pequena mesa de centro fica estrategicamente posicionada, com livros e revistas dispostos de forma organizada.

As paredes são pintadas em tons neutros, transmitindo uma sensação de calma e tranquilidade. Quadros com imagens bucólicas ou fotografias de momentos especiais que eu tive com os dois adornam as paredes, dando um toque pessoal e acolhedor.

Próxima à sala de estar, encontra-se a cozinha, que também tem uma simplicidade encantadora. Os armários são de madeira envelhecida, mas bem conservados. A bancada é de azulejos coloridos, adicionando um toque de personalidade.

A cozinha possui apenas os utensílios básicos, mas eles são mantidos de maneira arrumada e organizada. Há um fogão simples, uma geladeira compacta e uma pia com um pequeno balcão para preparação dos alimentos. A mesa e as cadeiras na cozinha também são modestas, mas bem cuidadas, fornecendo um espaço aconchegante para refeições em família.

Apesar da simplicidade, a casa está arrumadinha e limpa. O aroma agradável de limpeza e frescor preenche o ambiente, pois a casa é constantemente arejada.

— Estão no quarto, né? — Perguntei após terminar de reparar a casa,me virando para Kisaki que acenou positivamente.

Engolindo em seco caminhei em direção ao corredor, deixei meus feromônios saírem livremente pela glândula. Tentava me manter calmo e deixar o meu cheiro mais confortável possível.

Puta merda,o que eu fiz da minha vida para resolver voltar para esse lugar?

#leitor masculino #male reader #fanfic #imagine #dom reader #alpha reader #omega x #omegaverse #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers kisaki #izana kurokawa #izana x reader #kakucho #draken #mikey sano #mitsuya takashi

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dabiekql · 8 months ago

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Recommendation - Jujutsu Kaisen/Haikyuu/Boku no Hero Academia/One Punch Man/Attack on Titan/Tokyo Revengers

Navigation

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🔮 Jujutsu Kaisen

Singledad! Sukuna x Neighbour! Reader

Sukuna - affaire de cœur

Sukuna - How Sukuna Loves

Sukuna - Having Soft Spot on Concubine Reader (NSFW)

Sukuna - Sukuna & His Love Languages

Sukuna - What If He Lost Someone

Yuta - Cursed Spirit (NSFW)

Gojo - Won't You Say It Back?

Gojo - Wanna Be Yours

Geto - Wings

Geto - We're In Trouble Now

Geto - Sorcery Schemes

Megumi, Itadori, Sukuna, Geto - When They Accidentally Yell at You

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🏐 Haikyuu

Ushijima - Story Time

Kageyama - Communication (Omegaverse)

Alpha! Kuroo - Come See Me

Alpha! Kuroo - Please Don't Let Me Go

Oikawa, Iwaizumi - Let Me Help You (Omegaverse) / Oikawa, Matsukawa, Hanamaki

Bokuto, Ushijima - Back Me Up (Omegaverse)

Sugawara, Ushijima - Time Bomb

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💥 Boku No Hero Academia

Bakugou - One Word to Describe Bakugou

Yandere Barbarian! Bakugou - Iron

Alpha Dragon! Bakugo x Thief Omega! Reader

Pro Hero! Bakugou Katsuki x Female! Reader

Overhaul - When Kai Wakes Up in Another Universe

Overhaul - Wedding Day

Hawks - Courting Troubles

Alpha! Dabi x Omega! Reader

Alpha! Tamaki Amakiji x Omega! Reader

Dabi, Shigaraki - He Tells You to Run During His Fight and You Get Lost

Hawks, Overhaul, Dabi - How the Boys React to You Doing the Break Up and Get Back to Your Ex Thing

Omegaverse - Anything from this Author is Great

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👊 One Punch Man

Yandere! Garou - Turning the Tables

Yandere! Garou - Please Don't Save Me

Yandere! Garou - Child's Play (NSFW)

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🔰 Attack on Titan

Levi - The Perfect Blend

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🏍️ Tokyo Revengers

Chifuyu, Mikey, Mitsuya, Baji, Izana - Mythological AU! #2 Omegaverse

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reallyromealone · 5 months ago

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Can I request an smiley x reader omegaverse like omega reader is Mikey’s sibling. Like the first time that smiley sees him he instantly knows that’s his fated omega but he has to go through Mikey to try and court reader plz and thank you.

Title: lover

Fandom: Tokyo revengers

Characters: Sano family, Toman, smiley

Fic type: omegaverse

Pairings: smiley x reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, Omega male reader, protective Sano siblings, fluff, cute, soulmate

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Mikey was always an overprotective brother, scaring off anyone who went near his siblings and (name) especially as the Omega was a cutie that grabbed everyone's attention much to his older brothers annoyances.

The Sano brothers always chased off suitors, keeping him away from gang shit but sometimes it was unavoidable.

"(Name), what are you doin' here?" Baji asked as (name) sat at the steps of the shrine doing his homework "Shinichiro doesn't need help at the shop and home was boring so Mikey dragged me here" (name) explained simply as mitsuya nodded "you never been to a meeting, have you?" He asked and (name) shook his head "nyope but Mikey would rather die than have be go out and about and Iza is busy with his own stuff so.... Here I am"

(Name) Met a few Toman higher ups, though (name) was usually helping shin or grandpa so this was one of his first times meeting a few people here.

(Name) Was curious as two motorcycles pulled up, a set of twins hopping off "so why the hell are we here?!" The pink haired one yelled out and (name) was entranced immediately, a small chirp leaving his lips and the smiling teen whipped his head around to see the Omega and a rumble left his throatbas the world halted for them, (name) feeling the need to get closer to the Alpha.

"Alpha..."

"NOPE ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT!"

(Name) Snapped from his trance as Mikey looked ready to murder at the lovestruck look his brother was giving Smiley, he didn't want any fucker near his brother and definitely not one of the biggest Fuckboys in the gang. "(Name)! I will bring you home I swear to god!" Mikey barked and (name) rolled his eyes "oh please! I'm not doing anything!" He fired back and the blond groaned annoyed "just stop making eyes at my captain and smiley stop looking at him like that or I'll kick your ass!"

That did nothing, Everytime smiley shot the other a flirty glance, (name) smiled all flustered and that just egged the Alpha on further.

"I swear to fucking god!" And (name) went back to his homework.

"He is NEVER going to a meeting again!" Mikey said angrily as they got home, Izana glancing up as Emma and shinichiro made dinner "what happened?" The teen girl asked, tilting her head slightly and (name) pouted "I didn't do anything! Mikey is being dramatic!" (Name) Huffed as he sat beside Izana "Iza! Make Mikey stop being a drama queen"

Shinichiro looked at Draken who was leaning on the door frame "ken, what happened?"

"(Name) Met his dated pair" he said simply and the room was silent as Izana moved to sniff his brother "you don't smell like (scent)" the white haired man accused and they looked at him expectantly and (name) pouted as grandpa made a grunt "when do we get to meet em?" The old alpha asked and (name) huffed "after I get to meet him!"

"So you are trying to kill me!" Mikey cried and (name) rolled his eyes.

It wasn't till the following week that (name) saw smiley again, the two halting as (name) went to get groceries for dinner "it's you!" (Name) Was over the moon as the older kawata looked at him with a flirty grin "watch out now, Mikey might kick my ass" he teased and (name) huffed "he wouldn't dare" oh Mikey would but (name) in turn would throw shit at him.

Smiley walked with (name) around the store as they chatted, falling so easily into a routine as the Alpha kept his fated pair close as the Alpha paid for the other "you don't have to!" (Name) Looked guilt as smiley shrugged "not gonna let my mate pay for shit"

The two walked to the Sano house as shinichiro was reading a magazine on the engawa casually "OI! one foot apart you shits!" The eldest barked out and (name) pouted, the other two brothers poking their heads out and Mikey glared as Izana stared coldly at the elder twin "(name)! Didn't I say no dating till I'm dead!" Mikey grumbled out and (name) rolled his eyes "I'm older than you!" (Name) Fired back as the two squabbled leaving the eldest siblings to judge smiley "this house is traditional when it comes to courting, if you want to be with him it's not gonna be easy"

Shinichiro wanted his younger brother to date a nice alpha not.... Not smiley.

Anyone but smiley--- I'm almost anyone because he's seen the people his brothers hang out with.

Maybe like mitsuya, yeah mitsuya would treat him well.

And thus started the courting process, all dates had a a chaperone of one of the siblings, the two never getting to be alone (unless you count the times smiley snuck into (name)s bedroom so they could makeout) and the brothers judged any gift that smiley got (name) "looks cheap" they said but (name) was giddy at anything his mate to be got him.

(Name) Got him little trinkets and a cute bracelet set that the Omega seemed very proud of and Smiley wore the matching bracelets with pride.

"Where ya taking him"

"What are you gonna do?"

"Hope you booked a reservation for three"

Smiley was ready to throttle his close friend and his family but knew they were just worried about their pack Omega dating though thank fuck grandpa Sano was chill with him and actually seemed happy that (name) found his soulmate.

"These goofs are all planning on moving out, (name) is the only one who is interested in running the dojo" grandpa Sano said randomly while Smiley waited for him to finish getting ready "you're a good kid, I know what my boys do so I know you can hold your own" he continued and smiley for once wasn't so well... Smiley but instead Nahoya.

"So what do you want to do, after school?"

"My brother and I want to run our own ramen shop, we have a name for it and everything"

The old alpha hummed, seeming pleased with his response "hardworking young man, (name) is a strong young man, doesn't like to be tied to his omega status despite his brothers attempts... Let him do what makes him happy" the elder man asked him and nahoya nodded "if he wants something, I'll do whatever I can to provide it"

"Good, now (name)! Hurry up! You're making this young man wait forever!"

"I'm coming I'm coming!"

Grandpa Sano watched how much love was between them, he hoped he could get to live to see them get married.

Maybe even to see a few pups.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #male reader #omegaverse #omega male reader #x male reader #smiley kawata #smiley x reader #smiley x male reader

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macsimagines · 1 year ago

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mikey izana and shin react to getting scented so thorughly by their s/o that they get mistaken for an omega after leaving the house

Darling almost never gets to be the possessive one lol nice change of pace.

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, ABO

Yandere!Alpha Manjiro Sano

He loves you and loves to be scented by you, but you're a little bit needier than usual with your heat coming soon. "Baby, you gotta let me go. We need groceries." "Mmmmm, lemme just rub on you a little more~ Pleeeaaase, baby?"

Immediately regrets it when he walks outside reeking of Omega. He shakes it off when he hears a few whistles down the street because there's no way they're whistling at him.

Then some asshole alpha, that REEKS of horny, tries to pick him up in the middle of the store. "Hey baby, want a real man to take care of your heat?" "...Man going to jail wasn't on my to-do list BUT-"

Ya he beats that guy in the middle of a damn Walgreens and goes home to give you an earful. Too bad he walks in and your heat is in full swing.

"Mikey? Alpha? ...Why do you smell like that!?" you snarl in repulsion. "Your fault. Come here and fix it."

Yandere!Izana Kurokawa

In a similar situation to Mikey's. You're in your heat and usually Izana wouldn't allow such dominant displays, but you're never this loving to him.

He is just drowning in your attention and affection when he suddenly remembers that he forgot to get some groceries for your heat. And he can't have you starving when you're being such a good girl.

Doesn't leave you though. Can't bear the thought of going out when you're finally being so caring to your rightful Alpha and King, so he just opts to order food for you.

Then the delivery driver shows up with all the groceries in hand and Izana makes the mistake of opening the door to greet him. "Damn, baby-boy. Rough heat?" the guy says with a sleazy smile and Izana doesn't even think twice before grabbing him by the collar and smashing his face into the adjacent wall.

"You try'na die, Fucker?" he growls, letting off all the suffocating alpha pheromones that you've been drowning out. But then he hears your sad little chirps from the other room and is forced to release the idiot delivery driver.

Yandere!Shinichiro Sano

He is so in love with you and lets you scent him as much as you damn well please. Even though, it is constantly getting him into trouble.

Gets hit on all the time by other alpha's that think he's some cute rebellious Omega. "I'm an ALPHA FUCKERS!" Gets his ass kicked a lot for picking those fights...

Wouldn't change a thing though because at least he has an omega that loves to scent him as much as you do. Honestly gets high off all the pheromones you're giving.

"Mmmmgoodsogoodbabymmmm~" croons so happy and pleased for you every time you snuggle and scent him. "That's a good, Alpha. Letting your Omega scent you, like a good boy~" and he just nods along and says whatever you want to hear because he really is such a good boy.

Does get made fun of by everyone. "So...How was Y/N, Big Bro? Was she happy? Cause she smells like she was suuuuper happy-" "Shuddup, Mikey! You just don't know what it takes to keep an Omega happy!"

He wears your smell with pride though. Doesn't ever tell you to stop it and in fact encourages you to do it more often. He also scents you just as much.

"We gotta make sure people can smell your Alpha right baby?"

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere manjiro sano #yandere mikey sano #yandere izana kurokawa #yandere izana #yandere shinichiro sano

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goddess-venuz · 2 months ago

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THEIR OMEGA CHP 3

STARING SILENTLY UP AT MIKEY WITH WIDE EYES...

Feeling your heart thumping against your ribcage-your secret you had desperately tried to hide for years finally came up to the surface and you couldn't hope for a worse timing.

Placing a hand against Mikey's chest while curling your fingers against the fold of your towel he had gripped, forcing your body from Mikey's, stumbling back instantly flying your hand up to your nostrils to pinch it.

"Why are you two idiots even here?!…A-And I don't know what you are talking about... Omega?"

"Do you really think we are stupid? Mikey already found your excuse of a masked perfume... I'm sure this was a new example you made?" Stepping towards your tall dresser, Izana's fingers curled around the small bottle you had made.

Irises gazing down at the bottle, tilting his head to the side with amusement gleaming across his irises-- unexpectedly he uncurled his fingers letting the bottle shatter on the impact of the title floor underneath him making your stomach twist with anxiety.

"Oops?~ Butter Fingers~"

"What the hell are you doing?!” Exhaling sharply, feeling your nostrils being overwhelmed with the mixture aroma of Ginger and Neroli both aroma battling against the other that made the air newly difficult to breathe to you.

Heat crawling across your flesh, chest tightening the sudden urge to move closer to the alphas nudging your body forward, sliding your feet backward until your back hit the wall beside your bathroom—

Taking note of your sudden change, your scent aroma only lures the Alphas closer to your wrapped up nude figure. Resting a palm beside your head, Mikey leaned closer, the scent of Neroli barely drowning out the ginger aroma from you could only assume-- Izana.

"All these years, you have lied to my face about being an Alpha?... All for what?"

"D-Don't come near me!-- Ah~" Moan erupts from your throat, interrupting from your words, feeling Mikey's knee between your thighs- brushing slightly against your heated slit.

Izana chuckled lowly, the other Alpha closing in on your left-- burying his nose and lips into the crook of your neck causing your skin to flare up in an indescribable heat. "Here I thought the rut wasn't supposed to come until tomorrow... Yet here you are all needy~"

"B-Because you both are in a rut and your scents-- mmm~"

Pressing your lips together feeling your heated slit becoming sensitive to Mikey's knee moving against it. The blonde Alpha has obvious difficulty keeping his composure at a minimum.

"So you did lie."

"No-" Gasping out a sharp moan feeling his knee being replaced with his fingers - at the early stages of your heat, you always had found it difficult to control your needy desires with these two scents throwing you into a day early for your first time around two Alphas, your body was only reacting on instincts.

Instincts you were unable to control.

"Y-Yes! Alright?! I fucking lied about being an Alpha because I didn't want to be marked!" Snapping at him, the fingers that held your nose fell on Izana's shoulder trying to pull your neck from his lips feeling his lower canines brushing against the nape of your neck.

"Such a Clever Naughty Omega... And here you could have already been mine from the beginning-"

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Izana. After all, her hand was promised to me at the beginning."

Izana's heated gaze snapped to Mikey who mirrored his piercing gaze-- cackling lowly with a sarcastic smirk at the other. "You really want to challenge me right now Remember I was the one who came up with the plan."

"Plan...?... You bastards Planned this?” Hitching gasping out, your knees nearly buckling at the feeling of Mikey's finger rubbing against your clit.

Pressing your lips together firmly, tilting your head away exposing more of your neck that only drives the two Alphas more to the urge of dominating your trembling figure.

"I say let's break her in."

Fingers digging more into Izana's shoulders at Mikey's words, you felt Izana burying his lips against the nape of your neck, slyly smirking at your needy flustered expression. "I agree, we were supposed to have her first after all.. What do you think, Omega? Want these Alphas to help you with your heat?"

"You know that you won't be able to even make it through the night if you deny it." Mikey's voice lowered, a hint of husky lingering, his thumb rubbing your clit in circular motion making your shoulders roll at the sudden spiked sensation of pleasure that crawled over your flesh.

"What is your answer Omega?" Humming lowly, Izana dragged his tongue across the nape of your neck-- lightly digging his top canines into your flesh resulting in a shuttered gasp to leak off your lips.

"F…Fine..."

Muttering barely above a whisper, their scents overwhelming your need for your desires to be fulfilled.

That single word.. One word--Was enough to kick both men into high gear.

Within the next minutes, your towel was torn from your body-- your small figure carried to the bed the feeling of your still slightly soaked hair touching your sheets, your honey-rose aroma lifting into the air once your body came into contact with the bed.

Hazily gazing at the two Alphas who didn't hesitate to remove their clothing, their hungry gazes locked onto your nude body— your figure mesmerizing, burning into the back of their brains.

Kicking his pants from his ankles, his boxers being the only apparel remaining, Mikey licked his lips moving to his knees just at the edge of your bed, his fingers wrapping around your ankles-- pulling your body towards the edge of the bed.

Feeling your back being lifted, letting the half-nude Izana prop himself behind you, the Alpha burying his face into the crook of your neck- trapping both of your wrists into one hand as his other grasps your throat with a firm grip.

"W-Wait how is this even going to work— Mmph~"

Tiling your head back against Izana's shoulder feeling Mikey's tongue brushing between your folds, stroking his tongue against your wet slit-- the alpha hooked his arms underneath your legs, lifting your hips slightly giving him better access.

Sweet taste lingering across his taste buds, your honey essence making his gaze go blind with lust--dragging his tongue flatly to your swollen clit, he flicked his tongue resulting in a gentle moan rumbling up from your chest.

Rolling his tongue against your clit, taking the sensitive muscle between his lips-- a hitched gasped moan falls from your agape lips the sensation of pleasure bubbling across your flesh as Mikey sucked your bud.

"M-Mikey... Mikey!~"

Feeling Izana's hand that moved to underneath your chin, you felt the Alpha move his lips from the nape of your neck to your earlobe-- a smirk resting across his lips, his raspy voice barely reaching your ears as your mind become overwhelmed with the sudden urge of fulfilment.

"Such cute moans you're giving... Although it would sound better if it was my name instead~" Cooing out, his teeth nibbling at your earlobe.

Mikey's snapping his piercing gaze at Izana only receiving a taunting smirk from the other Alpha, a hint of possessiveness for your attention gleamed inside Mikey's irises.

Keeping his lips curled around your clit, the blonde- haired Alpha slipped a finger into your slit--Without hesitation-- he began to pump his finger, letting his finger curl gently against your walls that compulse around his fingers at the foreign feeling of his finger causing a pleasurable shiver to shoot up your spine.

Swallowing thickly, inhaling sharply - you leaned forward slightly in pleasure Izana's other hand that resting on your lower abdomen was the only thing keeping you from hunching from pleasure.

Moving his lips from your burning earlobe he had nibbled lightly, Izana moved his lips away, his lascivious gaze staring down at Mikey. "Manjiro. If you keep trying to hog her for yourself I will just take her for myself next time."

Pulling his lips away from your clit, Mikey's finger slowed down--much to your displeasure-- as his piercing gaze met Izana's. "Lil Omega doesn't seem to mind. She actually seemed to enjoy it quite well— that's until I fuck her."

"And who said you will be the first one?"

"It's Obvious, isn't it? I did."

"Fucking hell-- can you two not fucking argue and just fuck me already?!" Snapping impatiently at the two, Izana pressed his lips in thought-- "How about this. Whoever has her now... The other will take her back to their clan."

Your half-lidded eyes widened at Izana's words while Mikey had the opposite reaction, the make smirking he nods towards Izana.

"Deal."

"W-Wait! I never agree to this--"

Voice captured in your throat as your body was flipped-- landing on your stomach as Izana had moved from behind you and off the bed, both Alphas removing their last piece of clothing.

"Shit.. I don't even have a condom."

"I never use them. They are a damn turn-off."

Mikey rolled on the bed, the male laying on his back gazing at you upside down with a small grin "Don't worry, I'll have you all to myself then we could play catch-up~" winking at you, The man moved on his knees as you lift yourself-- your palms resting on the bed.

"What makes you think I will go with you--" The unexpected sensation of Izana's cock brushing against your folds instantly made your inner Omega drown out your sharp remarks.

Fingertips digging into your waist, Izana's chest rises-- the male trying to keep his calm composure as he feels the heat from your slit brushing against his tip. "You're fucking lucky he is here or I might not be able to control myself..." muttering lowly, slipping his cock through your folds-- a wave of pleasure bursting across his flesh, Izana's eyebrows knitted the Alpha pressing his lips firmly together to hold his moans at bay as you gripped the sheets underneath you.

Fully sheathing his cock into you, Izana exhaled sharply releasing the breath he didn't realize he was holding in. Snapping his hips moving your body with each sharp thrust his Pelvis made.

Moaning out, your chest rising and falling at a steady pace unable to hold back your moans-- you gazed up at Mikey who propped himself on his knees, The Alpha stroking his cock "I think it's time for a little payment for me eating you out."

Parting your lips, sticking your tongue out--grasping Mikey's hardened cock, licking over his swollen tip making the Alpha's shoulders tensed up— his shoulders steadily dropping, his eyes glued watching you take his length into your mouth.

Inhaling sharply through his nostrils, feeling your head bobbing to Izana's thrusts, parting his lips just barely, letting a low moan rose from his throat.

Combing his fingers through your -now damped-locks, gripping your hair at its roots, Mikey moved his hips to desperately match your pace.

"Damn~... Look at how you're taking my cock so well...”

Izana cursed underneath his breath, a low laugh falling from his lips he tilted his head to the aids slightly. "Did you just squeeze around me? How cute~"

Mikey groaned out your name, your lips wrapped around his cock.

Your hand stroked the reminder of his cock you were unable to fit into your mouth, stroking, squeezing lightly, each time your tongue brushed against the veins of his cock, they pulsed against your tongue.

Parting your mouth more, feeling the Alpha's grip tightened around your locks, bobbing your head against his pelvis- making you swallow the reminder length of his cock.

A muffled gag-moan vibrated from your throat, Mikey's chest heaving gently-- the Alpha unable to hold his desires from clouding his gaze.

A choked-sob moan ripped from Mikey's throat, feeling his lower abdomen feeling an ache to release.

Just the feeling of your throat snug around his cock made him moan out, his head tilted back slightly, chest beginning to heave, "This feels too damn good--.."

Feeling his cock twitch against your throat, the small droplets of pre-cum coating your tongue, another moan vibrated from your throat feeling the tip of Izana's cock hitting a spot within you nearly making your vision go white.

Growling lowly he began to use you to chase his pleasurable high, as Izana made you bounce roughly on his cock you couldn't help but release tired moans as you could feel the familiar knot tightening up in your lower abdomen.

Mikey tilts his head back down, his black irises meeting your half-lidded gaze- nearly enough to drive the Alpha to his edge, he released a shakily chuckle as he rolled his hips at a faster pace- chasing his high until he pulls your lips to his pelvis, his cock twitching in your mouth.

His tip hitting the back of your throat, spurts of cum coating your throat.

His grip slowly releasing from your hair, his breathing heavily as he pulls his cock from your mouth a trail of salvia along with the thin coat of salvia lingering on his cock. Sitting down, Mikey places his hands behind himself as he tries to catch his breath, exhaling out with a small cough-- a sharp moan falling from your lips.

Arms falling, your face buried into your sheets as you gripped the covers shakily-- your trembling figure laying on the bed, Izana holding your hips as his cock continued to stroke your walls.

Head resting to the side, a small pool of drool falling from your lips-- staining the sheets underneath you.

"Hah... Hah... Izana~ Oh God..."

Moaning out weakly, your heat crashing over you, the overwhelming feeling of baring your teeth into your soulmate as they do the way peeked. "Izana!~"

A whimper-like moan escaping from your lips, pressing your forehead against the bed as your hips bucked against his thrusts--

Izana's fingers slip between your bodies and mercilessly rubs your clit, overloading until the orgasm you have been needing shoots through you and the sensations were nearly unbearable as you moaned out his name.

Feeling your walls tightened around his cock, your warmth and cum coating his length-- Izana gritted his teeth firmly nearly killing the male to pull out.

Pulling his twitching cock, a groan erupts past his lips, spurts of cum coating your lower back, once the two of you come down from your high, his fingertips that dug into your waist slowly releases you letting your tired figure fall on top of your bed.

Chest heaving, in desperate need to catch your breath-- both Alphas gazed down at your body only a small percentage of their satisfaction fulfill. "You know……until she is marked…. She's going to be in heat." Izana says through his pants.

Mikey hummed out lowly, the Alpha tilting his head, his irises gleamed with amusement "Shouldn't be too hard… She has to choose between the two of us--"

"When you take her with you, your clan will no doubt smell her."

"They won't touch her because Lil Omega will be all mine in my bedroom~ There's no way they will even find out."

Their muffled conversation barely reached Draken's ears, The Alpha who held his back against the door-- beads of sweat glistening down his face as it took everything in the man not to burst through the door just to take you.

'(Y/n) is an Omega…unmarked… Shit...'

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sirthisisa-wendys · 2 years ago

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and what about tiny boys in the omegaverse?? (waka, mikey, izana, fuyu)

Good Things Come In Small Packages: Manjiro Sano/ Wakasa Imaushi/ Izana Kurokawa/Chifuyu Matsuno x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.8k

tw: smut & fluff

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Manjiro Sano - Alpha (smut)

Mikey is mean when he's in a rut. Mean like grabbing your hips and jerking them against his.

"Hips up for me, baby."

He's dirty. Like... finger in your ass dirty.

"Got you all worked up now, huh?"

You look up at the black-haired man and allow yourself a moment of pleasure before pretending to hate it again. "Mikey, you're so rough..."

Mikey chuckles, twisting the finger in your ass a little. "You're so submissive for me, though. Want me to ease up and go slow?" You shake your head no, then bury it in the covers. "Ah, ah, ah." The blanket is snatched off of your head, and Mikey pulls you up to meet him thrust for thrust.

"Mikey!"

"What, princess?" Mikey wonders, shoving his full length, knot and all, into your waiting pussy. "You don't want me to stop, do you?" Your entire body yearns for him. You shake your head no again, and Mikey runs a hand down to your clit before biting your earlobe.

"You're gonna let the whole pack know whose pussy this is before the night's over." You cry out a little, stars dancing in your vision as he picks up his speed again. Mikey holds you against him and doesn't let up, even for a second, but when you almost go limp from overstimulation, he lays you across the bed.

His hands roam around your flesh as he drills his cock into you ruthlessly. "This pussy is mine," he growls ferally. "All mine."

Wakasa Imaushi - Alpha (smut)

"It's for the good of the pack."

You're laying on your back underneath a long-haired alpha, his features smoothed into a half-bored, half-asleep expression with fully lidded eyes and soft grunts reminding you of snores. But they're not snores, and he's fully awake. His hips remind you of that.

"I'm sorry it has to be this way," he said before undressing and folding his clothes neatly. You watched as he placed them on the end of the bed and then motioned toward you. Lay on the bed.

You return to the sensations building between the two of you, the feeling of his knot swelling and your heart beating ever-so-fast. It's common for an omega to be mated with an alpha of a different pack, but this differs from how you imagined a courtship. It had been a middle-of-the-night thing with hurried rituals and rushed ceremonies. All of them left you breathless and unsure, especially this one.

The red stains of your former virginity are on a sheet tossed to the floor, but you can't think about your former ways now. You're fully engaged in sex with your... husband.

"Ah," you groan, the knot at the base of Wakasa's dick swelling even more.

"Mmm," the man murmurs, burying his head in your neck. "I'm gonna cum."

Your slick - produced by a false method to prepare you for this - makes a sound you can't quite place, but Waka doesn't seem to mind. In fact, it seems this makes his thrusts sloppier and more hurried, each one rocking you against the sheets.

"Oh, god," he whines, squeezing his eyes shut and cumming long and hard into you. You gasp as his cock pulses inside you, and the knot sinks in a little deeper - further than you thought possible. When all is said and done, Wakasa moves you so you're lying on your side and facing him. "My knot will go down soon," he huffs. "Are you okay?"

"'M fine," you grumble, tucking your face into his chest. Waka places an arm around you and kisses your forehead tenderly.

"Just rest." Those two words ease your transition into sleep. When you awaken, Waka isn't there. The sheets at the foot of the bed are gone, and you can smell the coffee being prepared from the kitchen downstairs.

Just as you shift up from the bed, the door opens slightly, and Waka walks in, his hands holding orange juice, fruit, and eggs. "You're up," he mentions, barely smiling. You don't reply, but you watch him carefully place things on the night table beside you. "Thought you'd like something to eat."

"Where's the coffee?" you wonder, and Waka snaps his fingers.

"That's what I forgot." He disappears only to reappear with a steaming mug filled with coffee. When it's cooled, you take a sip and taste the familiar flavors of your usual homemade brew. "Two sugars, three creams." You peer at him over the mug, and he smiles sheepishly. "Your parents told me. How are you feeling?"

"Fine," you reply, noting the sticky feeling between your legs. "A little sticky."

"That can be fixed with a shower." Before Waka can walk off, however, you reach out for him instinctively.

"You should eat." Waka blinks, but you offer him a slice of apple. He grabs your wrist and feeds himself by your hand, his tongue swirling around your fingers lasciviously. You shudder in pleasure, and Waka grins.

"You're right," he begins. "I should eat."

Izana Kurokawa - Alpha (fluff)

You're lost. You're horribly lost in the dark. In the dark and on one of the emptiest streets in a town you don't know.

“This is not a place for a tiny Omega to be this late at night.” You leap out of your skin, holding tightly onto your sweater. You turn around and spot the white-haired man lingering in the alleyway with his arms crossed.

"I... I..." The scent of the man in the alley is strong and heady, and you begin to feel fearful in the presence of an Alpha. You're an unmated Omega wandering around in a city you have no clue about; you're prime real estate by all accounts.

The alpha shifts off the brick wall and smirks at you, his purple eyes flashing as if he was prepared to play a game with you. "Are you going to run?" Your feet don't move even though your common sense tells you to take off. You're... stuck.

The man stops in front of you, reaching out to stroke your cheek before twirling a strand of your hair around his finger. "You smell incredible."

"Please," you murmur, feeling your stomach quiver. "I--"

"Where did you plan on going from here? I can get you there, sweetheart." You suddenly can't remember as his scent envelopes you. All of your senses calm to a slow crawl as his musky, warm, spiced scent eases you into a dream-like state. "Let me get you there," he murmurs gently, tilting his head.

You reach out to him and take his hand as if you were in a dream, holding onto him with only a shred of sanity left. When the man gets you to his car, you find your tongue to ask him his name. He replies, "Izana," so casually as if you'd asked him what color his shoes were. You can't imagine being anywhere but in his car, in his presence, and saying his name back to him like a transfixed siren.

"I'll protect you," Izana states, turning the key to start the car. As it rumbles to life, you reach for the buckle, but Izana is already leaning over you, his hands making quick work of the device. He takes his time to lean back into his seat, his eyes lingering on your lips, and then wandering up to your eyes once more.

"What?" you wonder, your voice barely a whisper as Izana settles in his seat.

"Nothing. Are you visiting from out of town, or..."

"Yeah," you quickly chime in. "I'm staying in a hotel but was hungry and didn't have a car, so..." Izana puts the car in drive and coasts out of his parking spot.

"We have food at the pack house," Izana begins, flicking on his turn signal. "Or we can get McDonald's if you'd like. That's the closest thing to us."

"McDonald's is okay." You settle into silence as the car makes a few turns before merging onto the highway. You know you should be frightened by an unknown man chauffeuring you around a city you don't know, but there's something so soothing about him that makes you feel warm and--

"You have a pack?"

"A pack of what?" you shoot back, but when you look away from the window, a frown has settled onto Izana's face.

"A pack," he states again. The meaning settles into you, and you look away nervously. "You don't smell like..."

"I don't," you admit. "I've just been wandering for a while."

A ghost of a sad smile crosses Izana's face. "I know what you mean." He clears his throat suddenly and murmurs, "My pack is full of those who don't have a biological family. For... whatever reason."

The bright lights of a McDonald's cross your vision, and you grip the edges of your jacket. "Maybe we can eat there, then."

"At the house?" Izana wonders, and you nod. He smiles gently, reaches over to squeeze your thigh, and then chuckles. "Not unheard of. McDonald's is kind of trash anyways. I'll introduce you to the boys. We'll be happy to have you."

Chifuyu Matsuno - Beta (fluff)

“You don’t happen to have any heat suppressants on you, do you?”

The shocked beta stands in the doorway, his eyes glazing over as your scent hits him. "I, uh..." The pause is enough for you to stare at him for a moment, then he scrambles into his dorm, leaving the door ajar for you.

After slipping past it, you walk into the somewhat messy area and watch while your close friend looks around for something he probably doesn't have.

"Y/n," he mumbles, rubbing his neck in embarrassment. "I don't have any. But I..." As you prepare to leave, he stands akimbo in the room but then offers his hand. "I could help if you wanted."

"How?" you wonder, and Chifuyu smiles shyly.

"Baji taught me a thing or two a few years ago."

It's uncommon for betas to want to help with a heat or encourage anything other than sex - however casual it may be - with an Alpha. But seeing as Baji was nowhere to be found and Chifuyu felt up to the task, you lay on the surprisingly comfortable bed and cuddled by the warm and inviting beta.

"Baji taught me that I could hold an Omega close and turn the heat into something less... uh..." Chifuyu fumbles for the word, but you nod, understanding it. "Just let me know if you start to feel uncomfortable."

"This is nice," you hum, snuggling into Chifuyu's soft shirt. His scent lulls you into a gentle desire to be held and never let go. "This is really nice."

"Yeah," Chifuyu whispers, resting his chin on your head. "He said he would do this all the time with his mate. She'd be intensely in heat, too. I'm surprised he made it through all of that without..."

The silence is enough for the both of you to settle in, and your eyes flutter shut as Chifuyu begins to talk again, his voice soothing you to sleep.

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kissesforsatoru · 1 year ago

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Milo's 2k 'event'

just another lil' thank you to you guys for supporting me and liking my work! i really do appreciate it <3 so thank you all, mwah, mwah, MWAH !!! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

♡ ⁀ ‧ fragile deception | stalker! izana kurokawa x reader ⤷ summary : you were starting to feel crazy, feeling his eyes on you, and if not him, then another, but- you were still being watched either way. and for the life of you, you couldn't figure out who the hell it was or what they wanted with you. it was terrifying, made your gut wrench with fear and anxiety constantly, no matter where you were or who you were with. but then you met him. and suddenly everything was okay again.

♡ ⁀ ‧ suffocation | siren! satoru gojo x reader ⤷ summary : your life was nothing short of sad and miserable. you being a bullied orphan with nothing but the gut-wrenching memory of your mother drowning to save you. it really is your own fault that your life ended up so fucked up. you wanted to be strong for your mom, but you just couldn't. maybe that's why it was so easy for you to be swayed into going on the boat with your friends, despite all your fear and trauma. and maybe that's why it was so easy for you to let go when they pushed you overboard, knowing that you can't swim. you were ready to die, you wanted to die, but things never really go your way, do they?

♡ ⁀ ‧ love letters | satoru gojo x reader x suguru geto ⤷ summary : liking satoru gojo comes easy; he's tall, handsome, funny, rich charming, an alpha... the list goes on. only, you aren't the only person who thinks that about him. he's popular in every sense of the word. still, you wanted to profess your love to him no matter what, even knowing you had no chance, so you wrote him a love letter and slipped it in his locker after school when you were sure no one was watching. except- someone was watching, and your little act of bravery would prove to ruin your life.

#₊ ⊹ .˚ ꒱ hidden key ! 🗝️#yandere #yandere thoughts #yandere imagines #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokrev #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere izana #yandere gojo #yandere geto

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no-saints-around-here · 2 years ago

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Me and You, Here and Now

Yandere Yakuza Boss Izana ABO AU

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tw: reader has female parts, reverse abo dynamics (stronger omega), suggestive murder, explicit nsfw, dead dove do not eat

special thanks to @trashybandit for beta reading this!

The front door to your apartment creaked open, and a head of white hair poked in cautiously, empty violet eyes scanning the darkened room. “Coast is clear,” Izana whispered to himself, before letting out a small giggle at the silliness of it all. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t known where you were the entire time; it was just that he had never been able to catch you at the best moment. Cracking the door slightly wider, the tanned man let himself in, humming a soft tune as he eased his gym bag through as small an opening as possible before immediately closing and locking the door behind him. From a single deep breath, it was clear that the air inside was stale; neither your door nor windows had been opened in the past twenty-four hours. There were no signs of life anywhere else in the small living area you called home - a thin layer of undisturbed dust coated the kitchen counter, something you would never allow to happen, nor was there a drop of water collected in the dishes tray. To any regular soul that made up the majority of society, it would be reasonable to assume that you weren’t home, and you hadn’t been home. Yet there was no doubt in Izana’s mind that you were here; his sensitive nose could pick up the traces of pheromones that still lingered on the surfaces you had touched. After all, an alpha would always be more attuned to both omegas and other alphas than regular humans would ever be.

Setting his black leather bag down lightly on the worn wooden floors, Izana made light work of stripping off his business suit; he did come straight from work after all, and being a yakuza boss could leave the stench of filthy blood and other people on his clothes. He rather not distract you with any other smell but his. Pulling off his silk scarf and thick woolen coat, those were neatly folded and left atop your spotless sofa before he got to loosening and removing his tie, slender fingers quickly working to unbutton both his vest and the soft white tuxedo shirt. With each minute that passed, the impatience only bubbled and grew in his gut, and it was getting harder and harder for the man to not fuck it all with this bothersome undressing and seek you out immediately, his eyes narrowing at nothing in particular as he quickly kicked off his prized handcrafted Italian leather shoes - there was nothing he could care more in the moment but you. You were waiting for him, in heat and in pain, and he needed you. Badly.

Just outside, separated by a thin wooden door: a quiet, typical suburban neighborhood, a usual silent weekday night; regular (betas, as Izana called them) families going about their usual evening routines, winding down for the day and preparing for the next. The last silver of sun that still peaked over the horizon threatened to disappear at any moment, the night and its cape of stars eager to begin its reign. A crackle of electricity, and the streetlamp that had stood faithfully next to your apartment block flickered on right on schedule, its strong yellow light filtering through your still curtains and casting a patterned shadow onto the floor. But behind the privacy of a locked door and drawn curtains, the feared mafia head could only sigh contently as he let his pajama shirt slip down over his head to cover his toned torso, loose, comfortable pants having been pulled over silk boxers. There was no stronger smell that one could bring to an omega’s heat than sleepwear that had been worn consistently for a week, and combined with the rest of the pieces of clothing that Izana had brought as offerings to line your nest with were equally well-worn and scented, there would be no mistaking who it was that came to woo you.

Bending slightly to pick his gym bag back up from the ground, a lustful hunger - an almost desperate need - sparked to life in those usually empty eyes; now, to hunt.

Where were you hiding?

There weren’t many places you could be in to begin with, not in this tiny apartment, and even fewer where you would be while in heat. Nests were usually tucked away in the dark corners of the house, as per the general preference of omegas when they went into heat: smell-proof, sound-proof pods provided by the government as part of a support program, though Izana knew from firsthand experience that there was at least enough space for two. Letting out a hum, the tanned man looked almost at home with the ease he ducked around corners and drummed the tips of his fingers against counters, making a beeline for the master bedroom; even if you had never once been invited him over to this new place of yours, it was clear he knew his way around like the back of his hand.

And pulling open an inconspicuous pair of door shutters, one of several that lined the far wall of your bedroom, the tinted glass window of your pod, tucked away in an unused wardrobe, gleamed back at him. A room within a room, a little cozy box that served as both your slice of heaven and your prison for the duration of your heat: Izana didn’t doubt that you were a lot safer from the dangers of the world inside than outside, your heavenly, addictive scent locked away from those who would do you harm. But right now, the man thought to himself, his pants already tenting as he eagerly reached for the handle of the entrance - right now there was no doubt you were still the safest with him.

Like the creep of a fog along the forest floor, the sweet tantalizing aroma of your pheromones, combined with the freezing cold of air conditioning, came rolling out as the door was carefully pulled open, an invitation, a siren’s call to your former lover that tempted him into the dimly lit depths. The yakuza boss was only happy to take the bait, easing the black duffel bag through before him.

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You were completely naked, plump flesh shiny with beaded perspiration that your hair stuck haphazardly to despite the temperature being several degrees lower than the already cool night outside, thick thighs splayed open as if to display your drooling private parts for him to feast his eyes upon. Your breasts were larger, heftier, than what they usually were, engorged by the sheer amount of hormones currently flooding your system, nipples already perked and at attention. Long, ugly scratches, now just barely scabbed over, framed your leaking pussy, where you must have raked your nails again and again in an attempt to relieve yourself from the lack of fulfillment, only to have both hands bound to protect yourself from you. Yet all Izana could focus on was you, his gaze unable to tear away as he drank in the tortured expression that pulled at your face, eyebrows furrowed, your lips contorted and twisted as you struggled in vain to find relief from the incessant arousal that was driving you to the brink of insanity.

“There you are, love.” Violet eyes, usually empty and cold, instantly lit up as they laid sight on you, the door swinging shut silently behind him.

Your head instantly lifted at his voice, a whine escaping your lips before you could stop yourself. It was certainly a reaction to the intense smell of his pheromones - an alpha's pheromones - hitting your nose. A promise of reprieve; a real mate who could satisfy your burning needs and quench the ache between your legs. But it seemed no matter whatever your empty womb was screaming at you, your mind was still the one in charge for now. And he was not who you had been expecting. “I-Izzy?” You looked completely confused at his sudden appearance. Your pupils were completely dilated, and Izana doubted if you could see anything more than a blob in your doorway, though your nose was certainly working. He was glad that you still remembered his scent. “You’re here?”

Very carefully, Izana crouched to set his gym bag down gingerly, making no sudden or abrupt movement that could surprise you. An almost one-eighty role reversal from his stalking of you from earlier; the white-haired man was suddenly the prey caught in the headlights before your predatory, hungry eyes. The plush floor was soft yet cool against his bare feet as he slowly prodded his way nearer, conscious of the ensnared knots of sheets and what-not that brushed against his toes. “It’s me, baby girl.” He assured you, his tone gentle, warm and comforting, a far cry from the nonchalant, almost playful one that his victims know all too well. "You okay?"

You only grunted and whined in response, the entire pod shuddering under his feet as you struggled, though the handcuffs that kept your hands strung from the ceiling remained firm.

His cute nickname had always been a misnomer for you when compared to him, Izana knew; as an omega, you were taller, larger and a hella lot stronger than he was. If he stretched it to its limits, the yakuza boss could argue that something as unassuming as 'baby girl' was at least kind of fitting for the regular you: a soft, kind-hearted soul that was so very aware and cautious of yourself. Yet at the peak of your heat with hormones flooding your system and your lust consuming your mind, you certainly weren't someone that the alpha wanted to tick off. More well-built than a beta male he was, but one wrong move and you would snap him in two between your thighs like a stick.

“Y-you’re not supposed to be here.”

But you were his. You had always been his, and you didn’t have a choice in the matter. Raw strength was just one factor, and no doubt this yakuza boss had many other cards to play. This time, this time he would make sure to claim you once and for all, and make it stick.

Izana ignored your statement. “It’s alright, love. ‘M here now.” His voice was low, a guttural undertone, yet the tanned man still made no move to approach you, instead moving to pull the first of many clothing articles from the bag, bundling it up and tossing it like a ball at you, the cream woolen shirt landing softly on your chest. Taking a step back as you paused in your shifting to cautiously sniff at the new offering presented, it was the first time Izana pulled his gaze away from you, glancing around the pod in which you had built your nest and spent the last few days.

Bundles of sheets and clothes carefully packed and tangled into a comfortable albeit makeshift mattress, Izana noted that the various shirts and sweaters you laid didn’t belong to you - he had never had any reports of you buying them, nor did they smell entirely like you despite you having drenched everything in your fluids. Combined with the fact that you had been left bound for an unknown period of time, his theory of there being another before him had been right. He was glad he acted on his hunch. If he had been wrong, it would have been just another mark to his already stained name. But now that he was provably right, at least that scum wasn’t something he nor you had to worry about. Not now, not anymore.

As you continued to squint suspiciously at his sweater, Izana retrieved another piece, this time a pair of shorts, and flung it to join his sweater on your chest, making sure to keep his gaze down and off of you: he knew you were particular about potential mates looking at you during your evaluation. He knew the cogs were turning in your mind as you struggled between rationality and your need to be filled, his strong, familiar scent as enticing to you as yours was to him. He knew you better than the back of his own hand.

With your extremely heightened senses, the minimal dim yellow lighting within the pod, combined with the extremely tinted windows, were at just the right comfort level for you. Not that it mattered to his courting ritual - you relied almost completely on your sense of smell during this vulnerable period, and it was the overlapping scents of different pheromones that seemed to confuse you, the made man simply listening on as you alternated sniffing at his clothes and the air around your nest.

"Wh-where m-mate?" You stuttered out of the blue, your mind momentarily winning over the insatiable lust.

“Gone. He left, sweetheart.”

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You whined, whimpered, the high-pitched whistle that escaped your lips - a similar yet different tune that you had used with him - meant to call for your mate to return to you. But there was no one to answer your call in the small, dark space. “Left?” You repeated in disbelief, your voice pitching up. “He left?”

The pod rattled as you attempted to break free from your cuffs, whistling again with more desperation, your chest heaving from the effort as your legs tried and failed to gain the traction you needed against the padded floor again and again, Izana’s offerings sliding off and into the dark abyss of the floor. “Left? Gone? Left?” Completely dilated eyes looked wildly in every direction, as if the nobody you had seduced and manipulated into being your fucktoy was hiding in a corner; your former lover was surprisingly content with watching you work yourself into a frenzy from a safe distance, violet eyes roaming over your body. He had no intention of getting caught up in your thrashing.

A beta male - that was who you picked to fuck you through your heat. A nobody from society’s majority that would have never been able to fulfill you, that would have never been able to get you pregnant, that you would have never been able to mark and bond with. A piece of trash that would have happily gone on his meaningless, worthless life, never earning the feared yakuza’s attention if he had simply stayed away from you. And now he’s left - not of his own accord, but you didn’t need to know that.

You must have been waiting for him all this time.

"He never loved you like I do, baby girl,” the man cooed, stripping his shirt off to reveal toned abs, taking a bold step forward, your eyes immediately swiveling back to fix on him, despairing doe eyes brimming with unshed tears. “That scum was just using you all this time."

The cold air whirled down quietly from the ceiling, a silent ballet that filled the background of your breathing as you tried to wrap your mind around what he was saying, your eyebrows furrowing and twitching as your struggles died down - it couldn’t be easy losing your other half while you were actively in heat, but it was a good sign that you hadn’t attacked him just yet.

“He’s a little cheater as well.” Izana continued, pulling off his soft pajama pants before taking another step closer, now left in just his silky boxers. All his hair was standing on ends with the glacial temperatures in the pod, yet the tanned man bit down and suppressed as much of his shivering as he could. There was no need to give you any form of weakness to exploit. “Out playing with other mates while you’re suffering in here.”

A lie, so what? The expression on your face turned confused, your lips flapping for several moments without sound before your voice emerged once more. “O-out? Others?” It was clear that you were completely bewildered by the changing situation and Izana’s lies, your brain cocked up on hormones and your mind melting from lust, unable to think straight or tell facts from falsehoods. All to Izana’s favor, of course.

“Mmmm. He’s never home to look after you.”

“He-he was-”

The delinquent cut you off. “No, he never was. He never bothered to spend any time with you, I know. Hated you, hated being with you. Leaving you alone to go party and drink the night away.”

Your eyes showed the conflicting thoughts raging away behind; you were doubting yourself. Doubting your memories, doubting the subhuman you picked. “He wasn’t?”

“No. He even laid hands on you, remember? Beat you so bad the police were involved.” His low, smooth voice whispered back, soothing and confident. Just a little more - all Izana needed was a little more to tip you over to his side, to believe the little lies he told you. You weren’t going to remember much after the high of your heat anyway, only that you two were bound and marked for life. “But I’m here. I’m here to look after you, baby girl. I’ve always been here for you.”

He wanted you he wanted you he wanted you so bad-

‎

Now just within arm’s reach of you, Izana teasingly snapped the elastic waistband of his boxers, and like butterflies to syrup, those wondrous, beautiful blown eyes of yours snapped downwards. And under your judging gaze, the tanned man slowly pulled down the last remaining article of clothing he had on him, revealing his bare body to you. Straightening up revealed the thick, heavy cock that hung between his legs, erect and straining. Individual strands of white hair that decorated his pubic area shimmered even in the dim light, a well-groomed frame that only helped to enhance the desirability of his cock. Izana couldn’t help but puff up at the catch of your breath, thrusting his hip slightly higher for you to get a better look. He knew what your body lusted for, what your heart was screaming and begging for; only he could fulfill you. Only he loved you.

He could all but feel your warm walls surrounding him, squeezing and clenching down around his length - a recurring dream that he had lived through night after night. His version of heaven that he had lived through once, and yearned to live in forever. But not yet.

Carefully adding his newest offering of his recently worn pajamas, as well as his underwear, atop your breasts and as close to your face as possible, his tanned hand was just inches shy of brushing against your bare hot skin. If you accepted something so intimate from him, it would be time for the next stage. “It’s me, baby girl. Izzy. You remember me, don’t you?”

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Like a wave washing over you, the look behind your eyes changed; a certain ferocity roaring to life, overpowering and consuming the almost timid personality the real you had been hiding behind. You had walked straight into his trap. He had been accepted. Yet with your hands still bound above your head, there was little you could do. "Izzy, it- it hurts so bad." You whimpered, wriggling, shifting around in your nest of clothes. Trying to hump yourself against your nest did little to ease your suffering. You needed a dick inside you to soothe the ache and pain. You needed him. "Untie. P-please."

"You know I'll do anything for you, love. But you'll have to do something for me first, okay?"

Coercing. Mate-stealing. Highly illegal crimes that came with hefty punishments for him to be here, courting an omega in the midst of their heat who had already picked their mate. But those stuffy government folks could just add it to his list if they ever grew the balls to come after such a notorious figure as him.

“He didn’t fulfill you, did he, baby girl? He doesn’t know you like I do.” You were hot, burning hot as Izana pressed himself up against you between your legs, his hard dick rubbing firmly against the apex of your legs, your skin radiating heat that warmed his own to its core. The friction against your sensitive clit was a tantalizing glimpse - a promise - of what was to come. “I will, but I want you to mark me first.”

“Mark?” You frowned. “No mark.”

“Mark first.” Izana insisted, leaning forward and tiptoeing to press a chaste kiss to your lips, one hand caressing your cheek even as the other dipped down to play with the rim of your anus. He was lucky to be as tall as he is - even with you seated, the man could barely reach your face while he was humping your pussy. “No mark, no sex.” He whispered into your ear as he kissed a trail down your face and neck.

The normal you would have never agreed. You weren’t interested in marking anyone just yet, and you weren’t ready to mark him, but he wasn’t having it. There was no life, no world without his sun to orbit around, to give his life purpose and meaning, and he needed to make sure that you would only be his. Bound to him forever. He couldn’t live without you.

Your expression turned ugly in the blink of an eye, and the hiss that seeped from between bared teeth was hair-raising as Izana attempted to nibble down on the marking glands at the crook of your neck. The yakuza boss immediately reeled, pulling away just in time to avoid the swing of your leg, narrowed eyes following the daring alpha as he backed off with both his hands raised in surrender.

But in the blink of an eye, the anger was gone, evaporated into the blistering cold of the pod, the lust washing over your expression once more. "P-please." You whined, and the tanned man carefully slithered back up to you, eager for the warmth of your embrace - he had made the mistake of rushing the courting process. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

“Dump him. Take me back.” Exposing the crook of his own neck, the harsh grinding of his dick against you only getting firmer as his pheromones filled the air. “Just one mark, and I’ll be all yours. Fuck as long as you want.” He promised.

‎

You finally caved, a growl gurgling forth from the base of your throat as you lurched forward, biting down and sinking your teeth into the corner of his neck. Izana whimpered, body shaking from the sudden rush of adrenaline that swept through him, violet eyes rolling into the back of his head as you drew blood from his marking glands. You were his. You had marked him, and you were his. Now and forever.

With a smooth stroke, Izana plunged his entire length into you, the skin of his hip meeting yours in a violet slap. You reeled, releasing him from your teeth, throwing your head back as your toes curled as the other began to pump, long strokes that had him pull himself as far out as he could go before slamming himself back in. Your drooling pussy was more than lubricated enough to take his fat cock without any further preparations, warm walls that clamped down hard around him, milking him for all he was worth. Your body was demanding, a cruel mistress that wanted more and more, and Izana would happily give you anything and everything you wanted. He was all yours.

Brushing your hair aside, he licked your glands several times, enjoying the entire strength of your pheromones and the mild tingling it gave his tongue before chomping down on the crook of your neck - your blood really was as sweet as you. And that was all it took for him to step over the edge of pleasure, and his thrusting became erratic as he came in you, hot cum spurting as deep into you as Izana could go.

Slumping slightly to take a breath, it was with one trembling hand that the yakuza boss reached out to keep his promise to free you. All it took was a single press of a button on the side of your pod, and the real monster you had temporarily buried emerged the moment your hands were finally freed. You wasted no time in wrapping both around the tanned man’s comparatively tiny waist, strong, muscular arms bodily lifting him into the air with ease. “You better not already be soft,” you snarled, as you lined the tip of his still hard cock up with your still lustful pussy, forcibly pushing him into you once more and setting a brutal pace as you manhandled him as if he weighed nothing more than a doll. As if his dick was no different from a large, warm dildo that occasionally filled you up. “Keep going. More. More.”

White hair flew back and forth at such a speed that it seemed even they had forgotten how to move as you wrangled Izana into going at your pace. One thick digit you had pressed into his anus and firmly kept against his prostate, an attempt to keep the cock that you were thrusting furiously against yourself hard for as long as possible as you licked and salivated over both crooks of his neck before pressing your lips against his in a bruising kiss. “Mine,” you growled, as Izana came again inside you, his body twitching and jerking in your grasp, pressed firmly between your thick thighs. His tongue was loose and heavy, impossible to move into forming any words except grunts and groans, his eyes rolled up in constant pleasure. But there was no rest for the wicked, the white-haired yakuza boss simply made to ride out his orgasm as you started to bounce him once more. You knew he could take it.

There was no telling how long this session was going to last, but one thing that was clear here and now was that he was entirely yours.

Outside, the night starry sky had long dominated the sky, yet Kakucho still sat right outside your front door, hand loosely wrapped around the handle of the gun hidden beneath his coat. Even if he had been given strict orders to stop anyone who tried to access your unit, the black-haired man doubted that there would be any trouble - you were an unstoppable force of nature yourself from the short period of time he knew you, and no one would be giving you trouble you didn’t actively get yourself into. He could only hope that his white-haired best friend was still alive and well. Still, the precaution was probably warranted given the smell of you in heat could attract unmarked alphas in the area, not that Kakucho would know what that smelled like.

Taking another chug of soda, his sole working gray eye wandered up from the quiet, uneventful neighborhood to stare at the bright moon beaming down at him. It was probably going to be a long night.

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Come to Heel, Chapter 2

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It’s hair for which his brother’s beta is best known— not the richer auburn of Tanbarun’s nobility, nor the carrot-like hues familiar to more far flung nations, but a brilliant apple red; its bright sheen inviting enough to make even the most civil mouth water. Or at least it had been when she flitted through Wistal’s gardens, the second prince’s scent clinging to her as strongly as koko grass and sage; a curiosity to the court, uncertain whether she would emerge as a pawn in their games or a player.

Of late, however, the reports whispered in his ears speak more of her intelligence and cunning, of her determination and grit. A beta that would make a fine alpha for any that might try their hand at taming her. A waste of a sure talent, a certain lord and commander had written from behind his well-watched walls, with neither status nor inclination to bolster her. A judgment and offer both, neither of which Izana had been inclined to take.

But what truly set her apart from her peers— nay, what places her above even the most cultured of his courtiers, the loveliest of his court flowers— is the heady scent of her agitation. Beta she may be, but even an alpha would be hard-pressed to put forth a more enticing essence, both sweet and sour as it bursts in his mouth like the season’s ripest plum. Which is what she is fast coming to resemble the longer she perches in his salon, the long bones in her hands standing out as stark as a skirt’s pleats.

“I think,” she says, voice trembling with the effort of measuring each word. “That the amount of your attention will hardly overcome your instinct to disregard any advice you don’t wish to heed, no matter how reasoned.”

Oh, his brother’s beta might compose her complaint as prettily as she likes, but he long ago learned how to sniff out the kernel of truth from even the finest flattery. “Why, Mistress Shirayuki,” he hums, crossing one leg languidly over the other. “Are you calling your king reckless?”

Her mouth pulls perilously thin. He’s half-tempted to try to slip another strip of meat between them, if only to see if she might bite. “I’m saying that you think you’re smarter than everyone else, and you act like it. It’s a liability.”

Well now, that’s a bit bolder than he’s heard in some time. At least from lips other than his aide’s. “My my, do be careful, mistress. It almost sounds as if you think yourself more clever.”

His brother’s beta is conspicuously silent, her only answer an even deeper furrow of that stormy brow.

“Doesn’t this cause more than a few issues with your security?” Her shadow smirks as he tacks on a much belated and hardly heartfelt, “Your Majesty.”

Still, Izana allows himself to entertain the question. “Perhaps, if I were to attend Mistress Shirayuki in my official capacity.” He allows his lips to curl, drawing that even sweeter suspicion of out her. “But I doubt that there would be much interest harming one of the Master Herbalist’s esteemed colleagues.”

“Esteemed…? No.” Alarm sours her scent, fast enough he nearly coughs, eager to expel the flavor. “No, no, you can’t possibly mean…?”

One brow arches, a question rather than incredulity. “Why not? Master Lowen has already been established as one of your acquaintances. It would be a pity to let such a convenient cover go to waste.”

“It’s impossible!” By the blush blooming across those freckled cheeks— and the sultry scent of her chagrin— the words may have burst from her unbidden, but the square of her shoulders practically shouts that she stands by the sentiment. “You can’t just…pretend to know about herbalism. It’s taken me almost four years to learn just this much, and I’m nowhere near as good as—”

“I’m not asking to pass as one of your Lilias scholars,” he drawls, enjoying the spike of her scent as she struggles not to leap from her chair. “Just a competent enough pharmacist to convince the ones in Hyatess. I hardly think a backwater like that would expect anything more than decent.”

Her mouth purses, peeved now that the honor of her irreproachable profession has been impugned. Even now a retort foments behind that unassuming face, her agitation peeling back the thin skin of civility between them, showing the animal beneath hair by innumerable hair—

And yet, she’s saved from it, her shadow once again insinuating himself where he ought not. “It’s nice that you’ve got this little show all worked out, Your Majesty, but that doesn’t change that it’s you. His Grace isn’t going to be happy if you traipse off without an entourage. Or at least a bodyguard.”

His brother must be more fool than he gave him credit for if he still believes this irreverent mutt to be an omega. The pest doesn’t even lower his gaze when he speaks, those strange eyes fixed on him even as he helps himself to another shred of meat.

“It is not His Grace’s place to tender permission.” Izana lets his tone implying her knight might remember his own. “Though, for what it is worth, I do not mean to travel unprotected either.”

“Oh?” That grin slices like a knife, teeth peering through the gash. “So, what? Are you going to pass Sir Zakura off as a coachman? An apprentice? No wait, don’t tell me— the dog?”

“Of course not.” Though the last is tempting, if just to see if that man could bend his knees if the occasion called for it. “I assumed you would be coming with us, Sir Obi. After all”—he bares his own teeth this time, enjoying the way that shadow shrinks— “it would be odd for our dear master herbalist to travel without her paramour, would it not?”

To say the scent of the room becomes complex would be an understatement; it is a pity that his brother could not be here with a better nose to suss it out. It might save them all a bit of time if he could.

“We leave in two days.” Izana unfurls upright, pacing back behind the sofa, making sure both its occupants feel every inch. “Sir Zakura will give you further details as they are made.”

“But—?”

His hand snaps out— not a blow, but a firm press of his hand to her nape; a reminder. Trust his brother’s beta to take a royal request as a starting bid rather than a command. “Make your preparations accordingly.”

To his dismay, the mutt laughs.

“Beck and call, huh?” The man practically shivers with delight. “Looks like it might take a little more than that for some people to come to heel.”

As simple as the decision to don his pharmacist disguise had been, becoming Lowen comes with several logistical issues. Touka Bergatt may have been expelled from Clarines’ borders, but Izana is hardly fool enough to believe that he does not have his own spies in the capital, close enough to have a good idea of his comings and goings. The treasury might pay a hefty stipend to each of the palace’s staff— compensation commensurate with competence and loyalty— but there are always costs even a king cannot anticipate, human foibles that cannot simply be solved with an application of funds.

Master Lowen might walk freely in the North, certain that he would only be recognized as a companion of the much-admired Mistress Shirayuki, but here in his own palace, there are few and far between who would not wonder why His Majesty had dressed himself as a humble merchant's son. A half day’s ride would quell that particular problem, but, well— if personal experience had taught him that the disappearance of a prince between one post town and the next would cause a panic, he could only imagine the newfound degrees of hysteria that would be discovered should a king do the same. And to make matters worse, there was the conundrum of Mistress Shirayuki: she could not be seen departing Wistal in his company, but she must arrive in Hyatess with Master Lowen.

It only made sense to spread the news that His Majesty meant to decamp to one of the royal country homes— the one further south, out on some far flung promontory near Yuris. It was hardly his favorite of their properties— he hadn’t been there since he was little more than a boy himself, bored to tears looking at the ocean but never being able to touch— but it made for a secluded getaway to woo his would-be queen, and the domestics were downright giddy in their preparation. By the time he mounted the carriage steps behind his beloved, their excitement was at a fevered pitch, a few of them even bidding him good luck before the door swept shut behind him.

“Good luck,” Shidnote huffs once they’re past the palace proper, legs sprawling across the carriage’s cab. “Now what’s that for? Do your loyal followers believe that you might have trouble locating your cock, Your Majesty?”

Izana restrains the urge to grimace. Perhaps his bandit is getting a little too comfortable with his royal company. “Sir, I’ll beg you to remember that there is a lady—”

Of good breeding, he means to say. That he nearly does, until the aforementioned lady snorts. To her credit, she does raise a hand— a demure attempt at a muffle— but it’s no good. Her shoulders still shake, the scent of snow rising sharply in the stuffy cabin, vivid enough he can taste ozone on his tongue.

He casts her a withering glance. A pity she is much immune. “Well, go on then, get it out.”

Her restraint doesn’t so much disappear as dissolve, girlish giggles just the same as they had been when Mother first introduced them: Arleon’s promising daughter and the prince without a proper coat.

“I’m sorry,” she manages, only after Shidnote turns his grin to the window. “It’s only that I had been thinking something similar…”

“Worse, no doubt,” Shidnote adds, too amused. “Knowing that brother of yours.”

City cedes to forest, and cobbled roads to well-packed earth. There’s no such thing as a quiet ride when it comes to traveling with Shidnote, and once Haki produces a set of cards and proposes a game the guards taught her— all the rage in the North, she promises, as if his aide needs an inducement to misbehave— all hope of it is scuttled. Whatever variation of match-three, run-four she’s brought them this time involves slapping, which his aide takes to with an enthusiasm that borders on aggressive.

“Why, if we were not such close companions, sir, I would be tempted to think you strike me on purpose,” Izana observes, shaking out his hand.

“Me, Your Majesty?” Shidnote hums, hand pressed earnestly to his coat, right where a heart would be if he had one. “But I would lay down my life for yours. Take an arrow, right through my belly. Suffer any torture to—”

He holds up a quelling hand. “Enough. Your dedication honors me, as always. But I cannot help but observe that you only seem to have such…unfortunate accidents when it is my hand reaching for the pot, and not the lady’s.”

His eyes widen— an act of innocence, belied by the twitch of his mouth. “Why, Majesty, are you saying that I should strike a lady? Even one so gracious and lovely as your—”

“I’m saying, that by my count, you should have had no interest in that pot,” Izana deadpans, “and yet, somehow, I am still the one wounded.”

“Count?” Shidnote’s brows raise to a thunderous degree, and ah, that had been a mistake. A slip of the tongue. Not one that would be soon forgotten. “This is why you get hit, Majesty, because you are a dirty cheater—”

“—it is hardly occult to possess the ability to count to seventy-two—”

“—has the carriage stopped?” Haki’s much-vaunted profile turns toward the plains on the other side of the glass, the scent of snowfall thick in the air. “Izana—?”

Shidnote holds out a hand, urging her back against the bench as he puts head and shoulders between her and the door. “Sit back, my lady, I’ll handle this.”

His aide might be a beta by inclination, but he knows how to stink up a place like an alpha— only the barest undercurrent of balsam and spice breaks through the alarmed musk filling the carriage, so strong his gorge rises, acid washing across his tongue. Only experience keeps the bile in his stomach; after all, a prince could not lose the contents of his stomach on a friendly visit to a vassal, no matter how uncivil the lord.

With a weary glare, Izana rises off his seat, reaching up to knock on the panel between carriage and driver’s box. “May I inquire as to the nature of our delay?”

“Ah, pardon, Your Majesty!” the driver huffs back, distracted. “Seems there’s a messenger for His Lordship. From the palace.”

Shidnote’s gaze meets his, brows hiked to his hairline, stretching the chasm cut across his nose. Though his aide might command a good number of eyes across the kingdom, there were few who would have news urgent enough— or near enough— to use one of the official messengers.

But Izana can think of one. His mouth curves, satisfaction sinking him deep into the bench’s cushions. My my, it seems his brother’s little beta might make this interminable trip interesting.

“Well, let him in.” he drawls, anticipation a steady thrum beneath his skin. “Let us hear what our master pharmacist has gotten up to.”

“Now, you know I’m not one to criticize, Majesty…”

A lie if Izana has ever heard it; Shidnote might not scold the way Haruka would, but he had his own way of letting his opinions be known. Mainly through loosing the sharp edge of that tongue of his. “But you’re going to start, I assume?”

Shidnote wipes the sweat from his brow, more weary than waggish. “I’m confused, is all. You’re the king, aren’t you?”

Ah, now this will be an interesting tack, to be sure. “I am.”

The sharp scent of clove spikes, enough that even a few paces away, Izana can perceive it. “And so everyone’s supposed to wait on your pleasure. That’s the way it works.”

“It is.” Mostly. Though he certainly knows better to test that particular privilege with Mother.

“Then why were we the ones who raced across the damned country just to squat in some backwater and wait?” Shidnote crosses his arms over his chest, casual lean belied by the rigid line of his shoulders. “I know those two deciding to skip town a day early wasn’t part of the plan, but all that should mean is that they’ve got to cool their heels longer. Not that the king of Clarines cuts his romantic getaway short to beat them to the inn.”

“As far as anyone else is concerned, the romantic getaway has not been interrupted in the slightest.” Though he would have to send his wife-to-be a very lavish gift for her gracious acceptance in the sudden change of plans. “It is not as if the king and his future consort would mark the departure of two messengers. Especially when one will return in such short order.”

“That’s not the point.” Shidnote sighs, scrubbing a hand over his scar. “The point is that you heard they’d get to the rendezvous ahead of you, and you tore out of there like you’d been told the place was on fire. You want to share why? Because I have to admit, Your Majesty, I don’t see it.”

And he wouldn’t; for as much as Shidnote had played alpha for his band of merry bandits, keeping them in line with the skill of his sword and the strength of his scent, it’s not his natural inclination. His lot might have marked their territory, the boundaries of that little outlaw town stinking of his musk to deter other alphas from thinking them easy pickings, but he wouldn’t think of a space like this— an inn’s room, large enough to hold a bedchamber and parlor, meant for well-off but transient occupants— as a place to declare dominance over all those who entered.

But that shadow would. Pity Shidnote didn’t have the nose agree.

Izana’s mouth quirks, wry. “Because it is important to start every battle with the high ground.”

The scent of sweet apples floods his mouth, the bright taste of honey chasing its heels, and his pulse quickens, anticipation making her flavor all the sweeter. It’s faint— faint enough that she must be at the stairs, idling as her knight carried their bags up behind her. There’s no scent to mark him, masked and suppressed as he is, but the sing-song of their conversation bounces down the hall, heralding his presence clearer than any footman. Giddy, that’s what it is; her scent and his voice, both barely contained.

At least, until boot heels scuff right outside the door. The shadow hesitates; Izana may not be able to catch his scent, but that man catches his, his silence ringing as loud as any alarm. But it’s not one his brother’s beta hears, not when she’s too busy fumbling with the door, trying to fit the key properly in the lock.

“There,” she sighs, key finally sliding home. “Let’s get our things inside, and then maybe we can take a look around before Izana—”

“—Miss!” her shadow yelps as the door swings open. “Maybe you should let me—?”

It’s too late, her boots have already crossed the threshold, that banner of red unfurling as her hood falls back, a sight as tempting as her scent. It’s followed by her eyes, flitting over the parlor as a butterfly might a garden, never alighting for much more than a moment as she takes in the whole. “Oh, I didn’t think it would be so nice! I wonder…”

Her flight stutters as it lands on Shidnote, still as a statue against the far wall, before it drops, searching every surface until she finds—

“Oh, no.” A sour spike of dismay floods his nose, her head shaking in slow counterpoint. “No, no. Absolutely not!”

He lifts his brows, letting a languid leer curl his lips. “What is the matter, Mistress? Surely you can’t take exception to your esteemed colleague sharing accommodations?”

“No, that’s not— it’s not the accommodations,” she blurts out, flushed and fragrant. “It’s…it’s…”

Izana adjusts the silver-rimmed spectacles perched on his nose. “It’s…?”

“Well.” Her shadow coughs, covering a smile. “The fur coat’s a bit much.”

#izanayuki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #1000 followers #my fic #abo au #come to heel #ans #i always think i'm going to get farther in these chapters #but Izana POVs really like to luxuriate in the political intrigue and lore building #literally had to cut a whole scene from the carriage being like #AIN'T NO ONE GOT TIME FOR THAT

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cannellee · 9 months ago

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do you know that thing were the omega usually have two main scents but when they are horny a third one appears??? what would be the reaction of mikey and shinichiro (if you write for him ofc) to that???

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ alpha! Tokyo revengers x omega! Reader (pairing: mikey, shinichiro, izana)

— their reaction to their omega being horny

(I don't think I've ever heard of it but that's so cool?? not too proud of this one, and it's rather short, I hope you don't mind!)

my masterlist : ☆

ALPHA! SHINICHIRO

shinichiro is flustered. he didn't mean for your night to turn out like this but he honestly doesn't complain. he's been touching you mindlessly for a while, cuddling close to your body. and you didn't mean for his affection to turn you on this much, but the way his fingers kept touching you so close to your thighs made you hot.

you accidentally let out a more powerful scent, your usual jasmine aroma turning into a hypnotizing combination of vanilla and citrus.

he looks at you surprised and can't help his own pheromones to react to yours the moment they hit his nose. it's a well known fact that an omega's scent influences their alpha's mood and behaviour, but in your case, shinichiro is particularly sensitive.

if you throw away his hands because of how embarrassed you are, he'll softly make you look at him, keeping his urges in check, to make sure you know you can be comfortable with your own desires.

shinichiro will be totally in for sex afterwards, especially because of how worked up your scent only got him. but he'll respect your wish if you don't want to and won't bring it up if he knows it makes you embarrassed!

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ALPHA! MIKEY

mikey literally had no idea where that scent came from. you two were in heated make out session and after finally undressing you completely, a lovely cinnamon scent hit his nose.

he frowned and took in the new fragrance, surprised at how fuzzy it made his alpha. but despite the pleasure he got out of it, he wondered where your own sugary scent went ?

he'll dig his nose into your neck, smelling and breathing you in, the proximity and aggressive touches only making you whine more in return. this caused you to release more of your own pheromones, mikey growled, thrill consuming him.

you explained it to him in a breath. it was your first night of sex after all, it was all a surprise and a novelty for him. this gets him going even more, wishing to draw more of your scent.

after one night, he knows he'll never get tired of it, his already present obsession for you growing even more.

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ALPHA! IZANA

izana just loves that scent of yours. he'll purposely try and stir it up by whispering provocative things in your ears and touching your thighs. it doesn't matter what place and time, he's shameless and just want to keep smelling you.

you get shy by his actions and from then, your scent only starts to get sweeter and sweeter. it's like a reward for izana and he wants to push all the buttons that make you loose your cool.

your aroused pheromones smell so good, it instantly makes him horny as well. his instincts progressively become less controlled and his mind is high off of your scent, making him focus on breeding you only.

he gets so excited he practically has no restraints. he'll just bury his head inside your neck, breathing next to your scent glands and he'll never remove himself from you until he's fully satisfied.

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 1 year ago

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I forget that izana and inui were very close as partners all the time lol

- alpha mikey

Lmao that's one way to describe them! Inui probably wouldn't be too happy with it though

#tokyo revengers spoilers #it's you

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okeutocalma · 1 year ago

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Kakucho and Izana.

Tomando coragem, [Nome] abriu aquela porta com determinação, compreendendo os desafios que poderia enfrentar. No entanto, ao fazê-lo, um intenso e nauseante fedor invadiu suas narinas, deixando-o temporariamente sem palavras. Era como se um coquetel desagradável de odores desencadeasse uma reação visível em seu rosto. Mesmo assim, [Nome] não se deixou abater pelo odor pungente e persistiu, adentrando o local.

A banheira estava vazia, isso era bom. Mas a porta ainda estava quebrada e o quarto foi deixado como se lembrava, exatamente três meses atrás.

Os olhos dele se focaram em duas figuras deitadas sobre a cama, com passos calmos ele se aproximou e ao sentir os feromônios fortes aqueles seres ronronam. Agora o alpha estava parado ao lado da cama.

Kakucho estava acordado, ele foi o primeiro a ver você. Os olhos enchendo de lágrimas e ele se agarrou a ti, segurando com toda força que tinha no corpo pálido e desnutrido.

— [Nome]... é você mesmo? Ou é apenas uma alucinação por causa da fome? — A voz dele estava quebradiça e rouca, como se não tivesse sido usada por um bom tempo.

Seu nariz se contraiu novamente ao se agachar consideravelmente ao ficar na altura do outro que estava sentado, o ômega fedia. Tinha remela nos olhos, a roupa tinha manchas amarelas grandes, cabelos desgrenhados e oleosos.

— Eu, eu voltei Kaku, sou eu.

Foi como uma barreira se rompendo, ele desabou a chorar, suas respirações ficaram ofegantes, e algumas lágrimas e lágrimas começaram a descer de sua face. Ele pensou em te tocar mas memórias voltaram à mente dele e aparentemente ele tomou consciência que estava sujo.

Kakucho, que se sentia tão sujo por dentro, se desesperou, você estava vendo ele e. Um estado tão deplorável. Ele sentiu que nada mais importava, que nem sequer consigo mesmo ele podia se manter limpo e correto.

Suas lágrimas desciam pela sua face enquanto ele se sentia cada vez mais sujo e desprezível. Ele era incapaz de entender como você voltaria para cá, voltaria para eles... E, como havia chegado a um ponto tão baixo... Um ponto em que ele se sentia como se nem sequer pudesse se olhar no espelho e se reconhecer.

— Venha cá, eu vou te dar um banho. — [Nome] falou, pegando o ômega nos braços. Ele estava leve, muito leve. O alpha tentou manter a expressão neutra enquanto carregava o outro para o banheiro do quarto de hóspedes.

O hitto colocou o rosto na curva de seu pescoço, respirando profundamente os feromônios que sua glândula soltava.

“ Foi como Kisaki falou, tudo está limpo, a casa está em perfeitas condições. Menos aquele quarto. "

— Kakucho, fique aqui quando eu preparo a água, okay? — O de pele [clara/escura] falou deixando o ômega sentado na cama. Imediatamente ele negou, não queria sair de perto de você, ele temia. Temia que você fosse embora após ver o quão nojento ele estava.

— N-não! Por favor. — Ele pediu agarrando o seu sobretudo, esse que você tirou e deixou com ele.

— Ali, eu vou estar ali no banheiro. A porta vai ficar aberta.

Ele te seguiu com os olhos, você caminhou ao banheiro e começou a encher a banheira pra dar banho nele. A todo momento ele não desviou os olhos, segurava seu sobretudo com força perto do nariz, inspirando seu cheiro.

Após encher a banheira com água morna e muito sabonete líquido, [Nome] voltou e pegou nos braços, o ômega deixou o seu sobretudo na cama enquanto era levado para o banheiro.

Kakucho tirou a roupa e entrou na água sem esperar nada, com as mãos cobrindo o rosto, estava com vergonha do que tinha conseguido.

O cheiro da roupa suja e do suor que emanava daquele menino era quase insuportável.

Com cuidado, o Alpha pegou a bucha de banho e o sabonete e logo começou a limpar o ômega. Passando suavemente pelo corpo desnutrido.

Kakucho suspirou profundamente, sua pele tinha muitas manchas escuras, era um mistério como ele ainda estava de pé. Suas costelas, seus joelhos, seus cotovelos, ele não passava de pele e ossos... Ele não conseguia mais se conter.

— [Nome]... Eu estou tão… — Soluçou, com a cabeça baixa e os olhos fixos na água, a pele se arrepiava com seu toque leve e com a água morna.

— Pode me dizer. Estou aqui, vou cuidar de você.

— Todo esse tempo... Todo esse tempo... sozinho…— O ômega continuou tremendo, sem conseguir falar direito, ele abraçou os joelhos contra o peito, chorando como uma criança. — Com aquele fedor, com aquela higiene ruim... Eu merecia morrer... Eu mereço morrer, eu… eu não cuidei de você, não mereço continuar, você quase morreu neste lugar… eu não mereço.

Você ficou calado enquanto enxaguava o corpo dele com uma pequena vasilha, tirando toda a espuma.

— Obrigado [Nome] … — Ele agradeceu, sua expressão mudou para um sorriso triste.

O ômega fechou os olhos e se concentrou, tentando relaxar na água, esquecendo todos os dias ruins que teve desde o rompimento do laço e a quebra da marca. Queria sentir o toque do Alpha para acalmá-lo.

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Internamente [Nome] agradeceu Kisaki por deixar uma sopa de macarrão pronta antes de sair. O cheiro ótimo entrava em suas narinas. Após colocar Kakucho sentado na cadeira foi servir um pouco da comida a ele.

Ele estava com roupas antigas do alpha que tinham ficado, mas estavam limpas graças aos amigos dos ômegas que vinham, limpavam a casa e lavavam a roupa. Tentavam cuidar dos dois que se negavam a sair do quarto.

O estômago do ômega roncou ao vê-lo, ele olhou para a tigela com fome, os olhos arregalados de alegria, e não hesitou em comer.

— Onde você esteve? Todo esse tempo separados… — Disse entre ruídos famintos, pegando a colher e começando a comer. Ele estava consideravelmente melhor com sua presença ali.

— Eu estava com Draken e Mitsuya, passei um tempo com eles e então coloquei minha própria casa em ordem.

— Mmm… — ômega continuou comendo, suas sobrancelhas se movendo descontroladamente cada vez que ele comia um pouco do macarrão. — Eu estava realmente preocupado… — Ele comentou em voz baixa, tentando parar de comer enquanto falava.

— KAKUCHO.

O grito alto chamou a atenção de ambos e logo [Nome] começou a caminhar novamente em direção ao quarto que Izana estava.

O Alpha o viu. Ele estava fedendo, tinha olheiras profundas e chorava. Parecia que ele não tomava banho há semanas. Estava magro, muito magro.

— Izana. — O chamou, olhando o estado deplorável em que se encontrava, por um momento você sentiu pena. Ele estava muito pior que Kakucho.

Ele fungou, olhou para o de pele [clara/escura] e depois olhou para baixo novamente, os olhos se enchendo de mais lágrimas.

— O-oi… — ele murmurou antes de esconder a cabeça, não ousando olhar para o homem novamente por medo, vergonha e constrangimento. Ele começou a murmurar desculpas. Tinha sentido seu cheiro mais forte e sabia que você estava aqui.

— Você está horrível. — Disse olhando para ele, depois se aproximando e passando os braços pela cintura do outro homem, ajudando-o a se levantar.

O menino se assustou um pouco ao sentir os braços em volta de sua cintura, ele fungou alto e fechou os olhos com força ao aceitar ser levantado.

— Sinto muito! Sou tão fraco e patético! Senti sua falta! Eu sei que tava errado, eu sou um idiota [Nome]! — ele chorou como um garotinho, abraçando [Nome] com força, pois não queria soltá-lo.

— Ah, Izana. — O Alpha o carregou cuidadosamente até o banheiro onde uma banheira com água morna já estava preparada.

O menino estava agarrado a você como um bebê, parecia com medo de deixá-lo a qualquer momento. Ele fungou e olhou para a banheira.

— I-Isso é para mim? — Perguntou suavemente, com lágrimas em seu rosto. Ele fungou novamente, envergonhado de sua situação lamentável.

— Sim, é para você.

— Eu não sou realmente digno disso… — O platinado enquanto tentava se livrar do alcance de [Nome], mas ele estava se agarrando com força. O alpha o colocou dentro da água, um suspiro baixo deixando os lábios dele.

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O Hitto olhou para o rosto do alpha novamente, nunca tinha sido tão próximo e íntimo. O ômega era tão fino que cada osso estava delineado sob sua pele.

— Espero que você não se arrependa de me trazer aqui. Não pensei que ainda estaria aqui depois daquelas... — Ele não conseguiu completar e sem evitar que lágrimas escorressem pelo seu rosto.

— Coma Kakucho, você está muito magro, você e Izana. — [Nome] mandou enquanto fazia um suco natural de laranja, colocando água fria na jarra.

Izana balança a cabeça e toma um gole de sopa de macarrão. Apenas com o banho ambos já estavam bem melhores, Izana também vestia roupas limpas que já foram suas, estavam largas nos corpos dos ômegas.

O platinado mantém os olhos baixos na tigela, seus movimentos são pequenos, para não incomodar ninguém. Sua respiração se aprofunda, ele se acalma, dá outra mordida e come devagar, saboreando o sabor.

Há um silêncio, apenas interrompido pelos pequenos movimentos dele com a colher.

— Obrigado…

Sua voz é baixa e gentil, você sabia do que ele estava a agradecer. Ele estava agradecendo por tudo que você está fazendo até agora.

— Assim que vocês melhorarem eu vou embora.

#leitor masculino #male reader #imagine #fanfic #dom reader #alpha reader #omega x #omegaverse #izana kurokawa #izana x reader #tokyo revengers izana #kakucho #kakucho hitto #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers kakucho

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phantasmiafxndom · 1 year ago

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So I know that we have a hybrid AU going on for TokyoRev, but would it be okay if I requested an ask for Omega Hybrid Kurokawa Izana getting fucked by Alpha Reader and then knotted? He’d be sooo cute when A!Reader pets the bulge in his stomach and playfully threatens to knock him up and hide him away in a den forever (foxes make dens right? I really just want to see this boy get flustered over his Fox instincts making him all submissive)

This is assuming that Reader is his owner too~ ;3

. . .

Hybrid Au info

• Izana isn't expecting much else from an Alpha. Not that he's complaining, really. If this is how he secures a home with you and proves his value, he can put up with it. He's not expecting to particularly like what you do to him, though, and that makes what ends up happening a total shock. It's hard to imagine anyone being so careful with him for this— but instead of just roughly fucking him open and taking what you please, you're all too careful to make sure he's feeling every bit as good as you are.

• When he's actually pinned underneath you, with your teeth in the back of his neck and your hands holding his wrists in place above his head, instinct takes over much too quickly. Before he can think, Izana is arching his back and whining for more, tail twitching sporadically where it's trapped between you. He's already going brainless when your knot starts to fill, and the extra stretch only makes it worse. There's nothing he can do but claw at whatever he can reach while you fill him up, and try not to go completely stupid when he feels the bulge in his belly.

• Your "threat" only serves to make everything so much more intense. The thought of being filled up, bred, nearly makes him come from those words alone. He's clenching around you like his body wants to keep you inside, ears pressed back as he fights to keep some level of control over himself— and it's not working at all. Even this unreal promise of being truly kept as yours affects him way too much. It has to be the arousal blurring his better judgment, but logic hardly matters when he's so close—

#Tokyo Revengers #Tokrev #Izana #Kurokawa Izana #Headcanon #Reader #TokRev Hybrid Au #TokRev ABO Au #Lemon

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reallyromealone · 7 months ago

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Title: Tokyo revengers omegaverse

Chapter: 8

Fandom: Tokyo revengers

Characters: Tokyo revengers ensemble

Fic type: series

Pairings: Toman/ tenjiku x reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert omegaverse, angst, slow burn, one sided, au, Omega male reader

Notes: oh look two series chapters finished

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Thankfully wakasa gave him his pipe, the beta taking long drags as he used his magic to keep the fuckers away.

The oils completely masked the scent of the Omega, after a day the alphas slowly calmed down enough to be reasoned with, all sitting on their knees as Emma ripped into them "I leave for two seconds! And you assholes ruin an omegas life! He's probably traumatized!" She seethed as her brothers looked anywhere but the blond Omega who was about to burn this place to the ground in anger.

"We just wanted him as ours!"

"How would you react if some knothead alphas acted like that to me?! You should be ashamed of yourself!"

When (name)s heat finally ended, he was hesitant to leave the room but the pups dragged him out "we will protect you!" Takemichi said all heroic like, the pups not understanding the situation but wanting to support their new friend "we can see if uncle Tai can make us yummy treats!"

The three toddlers chatted away with (name), surprisingly affective at easing his worries as they wandered towards the kitchen area.

"Now when he gets out, I expect grovelling and an apology!" Was what the four heard as they walked past the great Hall and the toddlers perked up at the voice "Aunty!" Little Inupi was the one to chirp out, bouncing on his little feet as he ran to push open the door, the other toddlers following suit.

(Name) looked extremely anxious as the pups wandered off to this person whom he didn't know but promptly reminded himself that these weren't his pups.

These were Shinichiros pups.

The blond Omega smiled down at the pups who stared at her with stars in their eyes.

Then she looked up to lock eyes with the poor Omega her brothers clans had been terrorizing.

Demon or human, omegas had a way of communication to show they weren't a threat.

A soft chirp passed her lips and she watched (name) perk up at the sound and return the gesture and visibly relax....until he saw the alphas who terrorized him.

"Did you assholes not remember what I said?" Emma's voice was cold as she stared down the alphas, the alphas immediately groveling before (name).

This was unheard of, alphas bowing to an Omega...well (name)s never seen this.

"We formally apologize for the awful behavior we presented...we hope this doesn't ruin any chances of you coming with us" both Izana and Mikey said bowing, lest they face their sisters wrath.

Could they take her? Absolutely

Do they wish to have shinichiro mad at them? No because that is worse than anything.

"I just...don't understand" (name) sighed "I-I don't understand how me helping someone lead to me having my whole world torn from me..."

Emma looked at the omega sadly, knowing from one Omega to another how... difficult alphas can be.

"Well you're normal life is off the table sadly, is there anyway for them to provide they are worthy of you"

(Name) liked Emma, she spoke to him like a person not a commodity.

"I don't want to be a breeding tool... I'm a person with wants and goals" (name) said honestly "they see me as this commodity, a prize to lord over the others head"

"You wish to be seen as an equal"

"Yes"

"Will you let them earn the right to be your equal?"

"...I suppose but...just I don't want them to be overbearing"

"That is something I can't promise seeing as my brother's look at you like you hung the moon"

Both clans stared at (name) like he was a god and in a way he was.

Demons held great value and care to male omegas as they could do what many couldn't.

And (name) sadly was surrounded by the most obsessive and possessive alphas.

"So that settles it, prove to him that you are worthy of his love"

♥️

Kisaki was prepping, having gathered supplies to kill (name) and any demons who get in his way.

But...would it be enough?

What Kisaki didn't know was it wasn't just a demon clan... It was nearly four clans I'm one space.

Kisaki blinded by rage didn't understand that this was a death sentence lunar moon or not.

Even if he did realize this... He wouldn't have cared.

He would sacrifice ten people or a thousand if it meant (name) died.

To kill the cursed Omega who took everything from him.

And he knew he had the best weapon of attack.

❤️

(Name) Was happy to have another Omega to talk to, someone who was absolutely not afraid to rip her brother's a new one "at this rate, their clans are better off merging" she mumbled and (name) tilted his head a bit confused "it would ease tensions and stress for you to choose" she continued and (name) nodded.

A part of him wanted to run away and hide but he knew that was impossible especially as they already set their sights on him, he was rarely alone save for using the washroom and even then he had littles following him occasionally.

The pups were cute but had no boundaries just like their uncles.

"(Naaaame)~" speak of the devil.

Literally.

Mikey walked in merrily into the sitting room with a bouquet of flowers "humans like these right?" He asked sweetly, really pushing up the charm to woo the other as Emma rolled her eyes "Mikey those flowers are toxic to human omegas" she said simply and Mikey just set the flowers on fire "what flowers?" He said simply before walking out the room angrily.

"They mean well but they have no idea how humans work" she sighed as they continued their tea.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #male reader #omegaverse #omega male reader #mikey tokyo revengers #tenjiku x male reader #tenjiku x reader #toman x male reader #toman x reader

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