#sano mikey omegaverse

[tsunaso]

“OH MY SWEET SUMMER CHILD”

pairing. Omega!Mikey x Omega!Sanzu x Alpha!male reader

synopsis. karma reduced Sanzu Haruchiyo to nothing and took another omega down with him. — 5.7k words part one.

warnings. mdni, nsfw, amab reader, dead dove, drugging, bitching, degradation, dubcon (due to altered state), dark omegaverse, humiliation, feminization, overstimulation, breeding, knotting, forced submission.

Sanzu didn’t know how much time had passed.

Minutes? Hours? It didn’t matter.

The heat was settling into his bones, wrapping around his spine like a slow, venomous snake. His body felt wrong—too hot, too needy, too fucking weak. He hated it. Hated the way his scent grew richer with every passing second, filling the room with a sickly sweetness that made his stomach turn.

It wasn’t his scent. Not the scent of an alpha.

The realization sent a fresh wave of rage crashing into his ribs, but it was a hollow kind of anger—desperate, useless.

The door creaked open, and Sanzu barely lifted his head before the thick, heavy presence of M/n’s scent filled the room. It should have been oppressive. It should have made Sanzu bristle with defiance.

Instead, it just made his stomach twist.

M/n strolled in leisurely, the smirk on his face downright amused as he took in the pathetic sight before him. “Well, well,” he mused, crouching beside Sanzu. “It’s setting in faster than I expected. You must have had a lot of suppressed omegan traits for it to be hitting this hard.”

Sanzu clenched his jaw, refusing to acknowledge him, but he knew—knew—M/n could hear the way his breathing had changed. Shallow. Unsteady. Desperate.

“Still in denial?” M/n hummed, his voice dropping into something lower, darker. “That’s cute.” He reached forward, barely ghosting his fingers over Sanzu’s jaw.

A violent shudder wracked Sanzu’s body. His own skin felt wrong, hypersensitive in ways he didn’t understand. He wanted to pull away, to snarl, to bite—but the moment M/n’s fingers brushed over his scent glands, his body froze.

Felt good.

No. No, no, no, no.

Sanzu jerked away with a choked noise, his breath coming out uneven. His entire body was trembling, his muscles twitching like he was going to rip himself apart. His scent thickened with frustration, humiliation, and something else—something darker.

M/n clicked his tongue. “Pathetic,” he muttered, standing up. “You should be grateful we’re keeping you. If I let you go now, you’d be torn apart by the first alpha that caught your scent. Maybe that’s what you deserve, though.”

Sanzu’s stomach twisted violently. His instincts recoiled at the thought—exposed, helpless, left to fend for himself in a world where he was nothing.

No pack. No status. No protection.

He needed—

Sanzu stopped breathing for a second.

He needed protection.

His body was crying for it, his instincts clawing at his mind, screaming at him to find someone stronger to keep him safe. He bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste blood, but it didn’t matter—the panic was already setting in.

He needed—

The door opened again.

A sharp, unmistakable scent flooded the room, cutting through the haze in Sanzu’s mind like a blade.

Omega.

But not just any omega.

Him.

Sanzu’s body reacted before his mind even caught up. His scent spiked—needy, desperate, craving.

Fucking disgusting.

He felt bile rise in his throat, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the unbearable pull in his gut. The part of his mind still clinging to reason was screaming—raging against the betrayal of his own body, but it was already too late.

Because the omega had already noticed.

He stepped into the room without hesitation, his black eyes locking onto Sanzu with something close to boredom. His scent was sharp, unwavering, and infinitely stronger than what Sanzu remembered from that alleyway.

And Sanzu—

Sanzu leaned toward him.

It was so fucking small—just a shift in posture, the way his breath caught slightly in his throat—but it was enough.

The omega’s lips curled. “Are you serious?”

Sanzu swallowed thickly, his throat too dry, too tight. He wanted to say something, anything, but his body was moving on its own, drawn toward the closest source of comfort.

The omega took a step forward. Sanzu flinched.

Not from fear.

From restraint.

From the unbearable, crawling need under his skin.

A sharp scoff cut through the thick air. “That’s fucking disgusting,” the omega muttered, his voice filled with pure, unfiltered disgust.

Sanzu trembled violently. His breath stuttered, his scent betraying him even more, turning unbearably needy. He wanted to scream, wanted to rip off his own skin, wanted to run—but he couldn’t.

His body was begging.

And the omega could smell it.

M/n chuckled darkly from the doorway. “Ah… seems like he’s really starting to feel it now.”

The omega barely acknowledged him, his gaze still pinned on Sanzu like he was something rotten stuck to the bottom of his shoe.

Sanzu wanted to hate him. Wanted to spit in his face, snarl, demand that he wipe that fucking look off his—

But all he could do was stare, trembling, desperate, as his body betrayed him more and more with every second.

The omega sighed, voice thick with irritation. “What a waste,” he muttered. Then, after a moment, he tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing.

“…Does he even know my name?”

Sanzu stiffened.

A slow, cruel smirk spread across M/n’s lips. “Oh,” he exhaled, amusement flickering in his voice. “He really doesn’t, does he?”

Sanzu’s stomach dropped.

The omega—the omega he had tried to take—stepped closer, just enough that Sanzu could feel the ghost of his pheromones press against his skin. He crouched down, leveling Sanzu with a blank stare.

“You really don’t know?” he murmured.

Sanzu’s mouth went dry.

The omega’s expression barely shifted, but something in his gaze sharpened.

“Sano Manjiro,” he said flatly. “But you—” His lips twitched up in a cruel, humorless smirk.

“You can call me Mikey.”

Sanzu’s heart pounded in his chest.

Mikey.

That name—he knew that name.

The second in command of Bonten. The most dangerous omega in the city. The untouchable king of the underworld.

The one fucking omega he should have never, ever laid his hands on.

Mikey stood up, rolling his shoulders like this conversation had already bored him.

“Keep him,” he muttered to M/n, already turning away. “I don’t care.”

The door shut behind him, and just like that—his presence was gone.

Sanzu barely heard M/n’s chuckle, low and dark in the back of his throat.

“Well,” M/n hummed, stepping closer, reaching down to cup Sanzu’s trembling jaw.

“Now you know.”

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Sanzu was losing.

His body was drenched in sweat, slick and trembling, heat curling through every inch of him like a wildfire he couldn’t put out. His breathing was ragged, uneven, little whimpering noises slipping from his throat no matter how hard he tried to choke them back.

Everything hurt—his stomach ached, his thighs shook, his hole clenched around nothing, desperate for relief that wouldn’t come.

It was so wrong—so fucking wrong—and yet, no matter how hard he fought it, his body was needy in ways he couldn’t ignore.

His pussy—no, not pussy, not that—his hole was aching, fluttering open and empty, making his hips twitch against the mattress.

And worse?

His dick—his useless, pitiful dick—was soft.

No knot. No hardness. Just a sad little thing, sticky with leaking slick, resting against his stomach, completely ignored by his own heat.

His body wasn’t asking to be fucked like an alpha. It wasn’t even acknowledging that part of him anymore.

It was begging to be bred.

Sanzu bit his lip so hard it split, blood mixing with the embarrassing, syrupy sweet scent pouring off him. His thighs pressed together, trying to rub some kind of friction against his swollen, puffy entrance, but it wasn’t enough.

It would never be enough.

The door creaked open, and Sanzu’s entire body froze.

A thick, powerful scent flooded the room—alpha.

His body reacted immediately, thighs tensing, hole fluttering pathetically. His head snapped up, and through the feverish haze clouding his mind, he registered M/n standing in the doorway, watching him with pure amusement.

“Tch.”

M/n stepped forward slowly, hands tucked in his pockets, completely unbothered by the thick, humiliating scent in the room. His sharp gaze flicked lazily over Sanzu’s wrecked form—his sweat-drenched skin, the way his legs shook, the pathetic mess of slick and shame pooling beneath him.

His lips curled.

“Look at you.”

Sanzu trembled.

M/n crouched beside him, resting an elbow on his knee, tilting his head. “What happened to all that attitude, hm?” he murmured, voice low, mocking. “You were barking so loud before. Now look at you—”

His eyes flickered lower, to Sanzu’s shamefully soft dick.

A slow, wicked smirk spread across M/n’s face.

“…Well. That’s disappointing.”

Sanzu’s stomach twisted into knots.

M/n reached out, gripping his chin, forcing Sanzu’s dazed, glassy eyes to meet his own. “Not even hard?” he murmured. His thumb ghosted over Sanzu’s lower lip, pressing down slightly, smirking when Sanzu’s mouth parted automatically.

“So useless.”

Sanzu let out a shaky breath, his fingers digging into the sheets. His entire body was burning, every nerve screaming for relief, but the humiliation coiling in his stomach was just as unbearable.

M/n hummed, tilting his head slightly. “I wonder…”

His free hand drifted lower, over the curve of Sanzu’s waist, his soft, pathetic belly, down to his thighs, which tensed beneath his touch.

Sanzu stiffened.

No. No, no—

But M/n ignored him, pushing his thighs apart effortlessly, exposing the soaked, puffy mess between his legs.

Sanzu whimpered.

“Awww,” M/n cooed, mocking, watching the way Sanzu’s slick dripped down onto the sheets. “All swollen and puffy. Poor thing. No wonder you’re suffering so much.”

His fingers ghosted over the sensitive, twitching entrance, making Sanzu’s entire body jerk violently. A choked, humiliating little gasp escaped him, before he could even stop it.

M/n’s smirk widened.

“Sensitive, aren’t we?”

Sanzu’s chest heaved, his thighs twitching, trying to press back together, but M/n’s grip on him was iron-strong.

The worst part?

His hole fluttered, clenching around nothing, desperately sucking in the air, trying to get something—anything inside.

M/n chuckled.

His fingers dragged lower, tracing the slick-drenched, swollen mess between Sanzu’s legs, his touch so light it made Sanzu’s breath hitch violently.

“Such a cute little pussy.”

Sanzu’s eyes went wide.

His heart slammed against his ribs.

“No,” he rasped, shaking his head, voice wrecked, barely there. “No, I—”

But M/n tapped a finger against his twitching, leaking hole, and whatever Sanzu was about to say vanished in a broken, needy little sob.

His body betrayed him.

M/n grinned.

“Ohhh,” he exhaled, mocking delight dripping from his voice. “You like that?” He pressed a little firmer, watching the way Sanzu’s entrance fluttered around the touch, how his body instinctively tried to take him in.

Sanzu’s breathing stuttered.

Tears burned at the corners of his eyes.

M/n leaned in, voice dropping to a low purr.

“Come on,” he murmured. “Say it.”

Sanzu shook his head, lips parted, breath coming in ragged little pants.

M/n’s smirk turned ruthless.

His thumb dragged down, slick gathering on his fingers, pressing just barely against Sanzu’s puffy, twitching pussy, pushing in just enough to make Sanzu’s entire body jerk violently.

A sharp, broken cry ripped from his throat.

M/n hummed, amused.

“There we go,” he murmured. “Just like a good little omega.”

Sanzu’s chest heaved, his entire body trembling as the heat twisted deeper, spreading through his veins like molten lava. His fingers dug into the sheets, his thighs quivering, still trying—weakly, uselessly—to press together, to hide himself from the hungry, amused gaze drinking him in.

But M/n wouldn’t let him.

“You’re still fighting?” M/n mused, tilting his head, his thumb dragging slow, lazy circles against the puffy, leaking mess between Sanzu’s legs.

Sanzu twitched violently, a humiliating, sharp gasp tearing from his throat.

It was too much.

The heat had already wrecked him, stripped him of everything, made his body hypersensitive—and now M/n was toying with him, pushing against the swollen, fluttering entrance just enough to make Sanzu’s instincts claw at his mind.

His body knew what it needed.

It was begging for it.

But M/n wasn’t giving it to him.

Not yet.

Sanzu bit down on his lip, his vision blurry, heat pooling low and deep in his gut. He wanted to scream, wanted to curse and fight, but the moment M/n pressed his fingers in a little deeper, a broken little sob escaped him instead.

M/n grinned.

“There we go,” he murmured, voice sickly sweet, mocking. “I knew you’d sound cute when you finally stopped pretending.”

Sanzu whimpered, hips jerking forward against his will, chasing more, desperate, needy—

M/n’s fingers vanished.

A sharp cry ripped from Sanzu’s throat, his body arching off the bed, his hole clenching around nothing, sucking in the empty air.

M/n laughed.

“Awww,” he cooed, reaching out to cup Sanzu’s jaw, tilting his flushed, tear-streaked face up toward him. “Poor little thing. Did you want something?”

Sanzu’s lips parted, breath hitching, his entire body burning. His scent spiked, thick with helpless, desperate need.

But he still wouldn’t say it.

M/n sighed, shaking his head, disappointed. “Still acting tough?”

Sanzu shuddered.

Then—

A sharp slap landed against his inner thigh, stinging, making him flinch and jerk.

M/n’s tone darkened.

“Say it.”

Sanzu’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his pulse pounding in his ears. His pride was dangling by a thread, fragile, barely holding on—

M/n’s fingers dragged lower again, teasing over the slick, messy folds, his thumb pressing against the sensitive, twitching entrance.

Sanzu gasped, thighs trembling, his body trying to sink down onto it.

But M/n still wouldn’t give it to him.

“Beg.”

Sanzu whimpered, fingers clenching into the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white. His mouth opened, but no words came out, just ragged little breaths, humiliated, broken noises.

He couldn’t.

He wouldn’t.

Another sharp slap to his inner thigh made him jolt violently, and M/n grabbed his chin again, forcing their eyes to meet.

“Be a good girl,” M/n murmured, his smirk widening, voice dripping with cruel amusement. “Tell me what you need.”

Sanzu’s vision blurred. His body ached, twitched, desperation clawing at his mind. His heat was devouring him, instincts screaming, pleading, demanding—

The words ripped from his throat before he could stop them.

“Please.”

M/n’s eyes gleamed.

Sanzu shuddered, tears spilling down his flushed cheeks, humiliation burning through him hotter than the heat itself.

M/n hummed, dragging his fingers lazily over Sanzu’s needy, dripping hole, making him whimper, squirm, gasp.

“Please what?”

Sanzu bit his lip, his throat tight, chest heaving. He couldn’t say it.

But his body was screaming it for him.

M/n sighed in mock sympathy. “Such a dumb little thing.”

Then—

His fingers pushed inside.

Sanzu gasped, his entire body arching off the mattress, a sharp, wrecked moan tearing from his throat.

It felt too good.

The stretch, the fullness, the way M/n’s fingers curled just right, pressing against something deep inside him, making his hole clench down, sucking his fingers deeper.

His useless, pathetic d*ck twitched against his stomach, leaking slick and precum, but still—still—not even half-hard.

His body had no use for it.

Only his soft, soaking-wet pussy mattered now.

M/n groaned, watching the way Sanzu’s swollen entrance clenched greedily around his fingers. “Ohhh, you were made for this.”

Sanzu let out a pitiful little whimper, his entire body trembling, his hips rolling down into the touch, chasing more, more, more—

M/n’s fingers slid out.

Sanzu sobbed.

“No,” he choked out, his hole clenching around nothing, slick dripping down his thighs, making a mess of the sheets beneath him. “No, no, please—”

M/n chuckled, his fingers coated in slick, watching the ruined, broken mess before him.

“Look at you,” he murmured, amused. “So desperate. So empty.”

Sanzu’s entire body shuddered.

M/n shifted, undoing his belt, pulling his pants down just enough to free his aching, heavy cock, already slick with precum, flushed, throbbing.

Sanzu’s breath hitched.

M/n’s fingers curled around his soft, dripping pussy, giving it a slow, teasing rub, making Sanzu cry out, his hips jerking forward.

“Want me to fill you up, sweetheart?” M/n murmured, mocking, taunting, rubbing his thick, leaking tip against the sensitive, twitching hole.

Sanzu nodded weakly, panting, lost, his body begging for it.

M/n’s smirk widened.

“Use your words.”

Sanzu’s breath came out in a ragged sob.

“Please, Alpha—”

M/n’s hands gripped his thighs, spreading him wider, holding him open and exposed.

Then—

He thrust in.

Sanzu’s back arched off the mattress, his entire body seizing, a sharp, broken scream ripping from his throat as his aching, swollen pussy was finally, finally filled.

It was too much.

It was perfect.

M/n groaned. “Oh, you were made for this.”

Then, he started moving.

Sanzu screamed.

It was too much—too deep, too good, the stretch burning hot and perfect as M/n’s cock forced him open, shoving inside with a single, brutal thrust.

His pussy clenched down immediately, desperate, needy, sucking M/n’s cock deeper, like his body knew exactly what it was made for.

Sanzu’s thighs trembled, his breath stuttering into a wrecked sob, and when M/n pulled back, only to slam in again, even harder, his body arched violently off the bed.

“Ohhh,” M/n groaned, hands gripping Sanzu’s hips hard enough to bruise, holding him still, pinned, completely at his mercy. “So fucking tight.”

Sanzu let out a broken whimper, his hands scrabbling at the sheets, his mind fogged and empty, drowned beneath the overwhelming, unbearable pleasure.

His useless little dick was still soft, twitching against his stomach, dripping helpless little beads of slick and precum—completely forgotten.

His body didn’t care about it anymore.

His body only wanted cock.

M/n’s hands slid up, gripping Sanzu’s waist, before he slammed him down onto his length, forcing him to take it all.

Sanzu screamed.

A sharp, wet slap echoed in the room as M/n’s hips smacked against Sanzu’s, stuffing him full, over and over, his pussy gushing slick, making a mess of both of them.

“Fuck,” M/n grunted, forcing Sanzu’s legs wider, watching his puffy, swollen little hole stretch around his thick length, sucking him deeper with every thrust.

“You like this, huh?” M/n mocked, snapping his hips forward, watching the way Sanzu cried out, his breath ragged, gasping, desperate. “This cute little pussy was made to be fucked, wasn’t it?”

Sanzu shook his head weakly, whimpering, but his body betrayed him completely.

His hips rolled back automatically, chasing each thrust, his insides clenching down, begging to be filled, bred, ruined.

M/n laughed.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice dripping with pure amusement, watching the way Sanzu’s hole clenched greedily, slick dripping between his thighs.

“You’re just a fcking pussy now, aren’t you?”

Sanzu let out a choked sob, humiliation burning through him, but he couldn’t stop.

Couldn’t stop taking it.

Couldn’t stop wanting it.

Couldn’t stop needing it.

M/n grinned, leaning down, his breath hot against Sanzu’s ear.

“Say it.”

Sanzu’s breath hitched violently, his body shuddering, overwhelmed, his vision blurred with tears.

He couldn’t.

He wouldn’t.

But then—

M/n’s fingers slid down, rubbing over his slick, swollen little dick, sending a white-hot spark of pleasure straight through him.

Sanzu screamed.

His entire body jerked violently, his pussy squeezing around M/n’s cock, soaking both of them in even more slick.

M/n chuckled, low and dark, his pace picking up, fucking into Sanzu even harder.

“Say it,” he growled, gripping his throat, his other hand still toying with Sanzu’s soaked little dick, stroking it in tight, warm palm.

Sanzu’s mind broke.

“I’m just a pussy!” he sobbed, screaming it, his body convulsing, drowning in mindless, unbearable pleasure.

“Good girl.”

M/n slammed into him one final time, shoving his cock as far as it could go with out catching on his knot, holding him there as his release spilled inside, filling Sanzu with hot, thick cum.

Sanzu let out a wrecked, broken moan, his back arching, his entire body shuddering violently as his own release ripped through him.

His pussy clamped down hard, milking M/n’s cock, desperate to be bred, his heat finally satisfied.

For now.

M/n pulled back slightly, watching as his cum dripped out, running down Sanzu’s thighs, pooling on the ruined sheets.

Sanzu was wrecked.

His breath came in ragged, choked sobs, his thighs twitching violently, his entire body overheated, soaked, ruined. His puffy, abused little hole was still fluttering, gaping, leaking M/n’s cum onto the sheets beneath him, his body still crying for more.

But his heat wasn’t over.

His instincts weren’t satisfied.

His pathetic little clit—his soft, useless excuse of a dick—twitched against his stomach, dripping slick, ignored, forgotten, completely useless to the heat wracking his body.

And then—

A new scent flooded the room.

Sharp. Cold. Omega.

Mikey.

Sanzu’s entire body tensed violently, his breath catching, his dazed, glassy eyes barely able to focus as he turned his head.

Mikey stood in the doorway, his dark, empty eyes dragging over Sanzu’s ruined form, his lips curling into a slow, disgusted smirk.

“Still in heat?”

Sanzu shuddered, a fresh wave of humiliation burning through him.

Because Mikey was right.

His body was still aching.

Still needy.

Still empty.

And Mikey could smell it.

M/n hummed, casual, lazy, watching as Mikey stepped closer, his movements slow, deliberate, his scent curling around Sanzu like a noose.

“I was wondering when you’d give in,” M/n murmured, tilting his head. “Figured you’d be too disgusted to touch him.”

Mikey’s smirk widened. “I am disgusted.”

His sharp gaze dropped to Sanzu’s trembling, slick-drenched thighs, his ruined little clit twitching uselessly, and a low, mocking chuckle slipped from his lips.

“But he’s already dripping for me, isn’t he?”

Sanzu let out a soft, broken noise, his shame and desperation mixing into something unbearable.

Mikey stepped closer, the mattress dipping as he crawled over Sanzu’s body. At some point Mikey must off taken off his clothes because Mikey was pressing down against him, his own useless dick rubbing against Sanzu’s stomach, leaking precum.

Sanzu’s entire body tensed violently at the skin-on-skin contact, his instincts screaming at him to submit.

Mikey’s lips brushed against his ear, his voice a cold whisper.

“Little bitch,” he murmured.

Then—

His teeth sank into Sanzu’s scent gland.

Sanzu screamed.

His whole body arched off the bed, his clit twitching violently, slick gushing out of him, his heat kicking up even stronger as Mikey’s dominant omega scent poured into him.

Mikey licked over the bite slowly, savoring Sanzu’s pathetic little sobs.

“You’re so fcking weak,” he whispered, his hand dragging down Sanzu’s trembling stomach, his fingers ghosting over his pathetic, useless little clit.

Sanzu flinched violently, letting out a wrecked little whimper, because Mikey was touching it like it was a real pussy.

Mikey grinned.

“Awww,” he cooed, mocking, rubbing his fingers over the soft, twitching flesh, watching Sanzu’s entire body jerk uncontrollably.

“Look at this cute little clit.”

Sanzu sobbed.

Mikey’s fingers pinched it, rolled it between his fingers, rubbing tight little circles, and Sanzu’s breath hitched violently, his legs trembling as his body reacted against his will.

“Doesn’t even get hard anymore, does it?” Mikey murmured, his voice pure condescension.

Sanzu whimpered, shaking his head weakly, his body fighting him, his hips rolling into Mikey’s touch despite himself.

“Poor thing,” Mikey purred. “Bet it feels even better when I play with this messy little pussy, huh?”

His fingers dragged lower, teasing Sanzu’s drenched fluttering little hole, and Sanzu sobbed, his thighs twitching open even wider.

“Such a cute little thing,” Mikey whispered, mocking, taunting, pressing a single finger inside, watching Sanzu’s wrecked expression twist in unbearable pleasure.

Then—

M/n grabbed Mikey’s chin, yanking him up.

The omega snarled, but M/n just smirked.

“You’re awfully worked up for someone who wasn’t interested,” M/n murmured, his fingers dragging over Mikey’s entrance, rubbing over his slick-drenched hole.

Mikey’s breath hitched.

A sharp, violent shudder ran down his spine, his thighs twitching, pressing together instinctively, but M/n’s hand was already there, keeping them spread wide.

“Fuck off,” Mikey snapped, voice low, biting—but it wasn’t as sharp as it should’ve been.

Because his scent was changing.

It was subtle at first—just the slightest shift, something thicker, sweeter, mixing with the overpowering heat-heavy scent already filling the room.

M/n inhaled deeply, his grin widening.

“Ohhh,” he exhaled, his thumb brushing over Mikey’s slick entrance, feeling the way it fluttered under his touch.

“You’re feeling it now, aren’t you?”

Mikey tensed violently.

Because he was.

It had started the moment he walked into the room. The moment Sanzu’s ruined, heat-heavy scent hit him, the moment M/n’s thick alpha pheromones wrapped around him like a noose.

His body had reacted instantly.

He’d felt the tug in his gut, the slow, creeping burn pooling low in his stomach, the way his own slick started leaking out of him before he could even process it.

Sympathy heat.

He wasn’t even in his own cycle—his body was just responding to the scent of another omega in distress, to the dominant alpha presence pressing down on him.

It was natural. Instinctive.

And completely fucking disgusting.

Mikey clenched his teeth, his thighs trembling, his body fighting itself—but it was too late.

M/n chuckled darkly.

“You walked in here thinking you were better than him,” he mused, pressing his fingers against Mikey’s twitching, slick hole, watching the way it clenched down, desperate for something to fill it.

Mikey let out a sharp breath, his back arching slightly, his useless little dick twitching against his stomach.

M/n leaned in, his lips brushing against Mikey’s flushed, overheated ear.

“But now you’re just as bad,” he whispered.

Then—

He pushed a finger inside.

Mikey gasped, violently, his entire body jerking, his hole clenching down tight around M/n’s finger, sucking it deeper.

Sanzu watched.

Watched the omega who had mocked him, who had called him pathetic, who had looked at him with nothing but disgust—

Now writhing, panting, falling apart just as fast.

The realization sent a fresh pulse of slick out of Sanzu’s swollen, puffy little pussy, his thighs shaking, his own heat spiking again.

Mikey bit his lip hard, his breath ragged, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him.

“Still trying to act tough?” M/n mocked, crooking his finger, pressing against that deep, sensitive spot inside.

Mikey let out a sharp, wrecked noise, his hips jerking forward, chasing the touch against his will.

Sanzu shuddered.

Because he recognized it.

That exact moment.

The moment when your body stopped listening to you.

When instincts took over completely.

M/n grinned.

“There it is.”

Mikey let out a ragged breath, his thighs twitching, his hole clenching hard around M/n’s fingers.

M/n leaned in, voice low, teasing.

“Do you get it now?”

Mikey trembled.

M/n dragged his fingers out slowly, leaving Mikey’s wet, clenching hole twitching around nothing, before pressing his slick-coated fingers against Sanzu’s entrance instead.

Sanzu gasped, his entire body arching, his soft, dripping little clit twitching uselessly against his stomach.

Mikey watched.

Watched as Sanzu’s puffy little pussy clenched around M/n’s fingers, his pretty little hole sucking them in greedily, instinctively.

Watched as Sanzu sobbed, wrecked, broken, completely lost in heat.

Watched as his own body reacted.

Slick dripped down his thighs, his entrance fluttering, aching, needing.

M/n smirked, watching both of them now.

“Two desperate little omegas,” he murmured, dragging Sanzu closer, grinding his slick-drenched pussy against Mikey’s dripping dick.

The contact was electric.

Both omegas let out a sharp, broken moan, their bodies trembling, reacting, needing more.

“Aw, fuck,” M/n chuckled, watching them twitch and whimper, their little cocks rubbing together, leaking slick.

“You’re both fucking ruined, aren’t you?”

Mikey growled weakly, trying to pull away—but the moment he moved, his dick dragged against Sanzu’s swollen pussy again, sending a sharp, violent pulse of heat through both of them.

Sanzu sobbed.

Mikey gasped, eyes wide, breath ragged.

M/n groaned, gripping Mikey’s hips, his hands strong, bruising, keeping him still.

M/n lined himself up.

Pressed the thick, leaking tip of his cock against Mikey’s twitching little hole.

Mikey’s breath caught.

He tensed.

M/n leaned in, voice low, rough, cruel.

“Since you think you’re so much better than him…”

Then—

He thrust in.

Mikey screamed.

His back arched violently, his hole clenching down around M/n’s cock, trying to suck him deeper, his heat finally, fully taking over.

M/n let out a low, satisfied groan, burying himself to the hilt, feeling Mikey’s tight, desperate little hole twitch and squeeze around him.

Sanzu watched, shaking, helpless.

Watched the strongest omega he knew finally submit.

And M/n?

M/n just grinned, grabbing Sanzu by the waist, forcing him forward, pressing their bodies together.

“Now,” he murmured, dragging his thick, hard cck out of Mikey’s soaked hole, lining himself up with Sanzu’s ruined, twitching pssy instead.

“Let’s see which one of you can take me better.”

Then—

He f*cked them both.

And neither omega stood a chance.

Sanzu’s wrecked little pussy clenched down greedily as M/n’s thick cock slammed into him, shoving him forward onto Mikey, their sweaty, slick-drenched bodies grinding together, their soft, useless little dicks rubbing with every brutal thrust.

Mikey’s mouth fell open, a wrecked, choked moan spilling out, his entrance fluttering pathetically, still slick with M/n’s release from the first round.

And now—

Now, he had Sanzu’s heat-soaked body pinned against him, rubbing against his aching, twitching, desperate little hole.

“You two are so f*cking filthy,” M/n groaned, his grip bruising as he slammed into Sanzu harder, faster, forcing the other omega’s body to grind against Mikey’s.

Sanzu sobbed, whimpering, broken, his legs shaking violently, his hole so swollen and abused it could barely hold M/n’s thick length inside.

But his body refused to let go.

Every thrust forced slick out of him, drenching both omegas in his heat-drunk mess.

Mikey hissed, his own body reacting, his entrance clenching, his hips bucking forward to meet the friction.

M/n grinned.

“Awww,” he mocked, watching Mikey’s wrecked expression twist in unbearable pleasure. “I thought you hated him?”

Mikey’s breath hitched violently.

M/n dragged Sanzu off his cock, watching his swollen, puffy little pussy clench around nothing, his slick dripping onto the sheets.

Sanzu whined loudly, his entire body jerking forward, desperate, needy, lost.

And just as quickly—

M/n shoved into Mikey instead.

Mikey cried out, his back arching, his hole stretching wide, swallowing M/n’s cock so deep his entire body shook.

Sanzu watched helplessly, watched as M/n buried himself to the hilt, stuffing Mikey full in one sharp thrust, watched as Mikey let out the most wrecked little whimper, his slick gushing around the thick length inside him.

“Alpha—” Mikey choked, voice wrecked, humiliated, needy.

M/n’s grin widened.

“Ohhh, you’re calling me Alpha now?” he taunted, grabbing Mikey’s throat, forcing him to look up.

Mikey’s legs twitched violently, his face flushed, his breathing ragged.

M/n fucked into him harder, dragging another broken moan from the smaller omega’s throat.

Sanzu whimpered, his thighs clenching together, his own pussy throbbing, aching, his slick-covered clit twitching against his stomach.

“Look at you,” M/n murmured, watching as both omegas trembled beneath him, their bodies writhing, leaking, begging for more.

He reached down, gripping both of their chins, forcing them to look up at him.

“You’re both nothing but little cock-drunk whores now, huh?”

Sanzu sobbed, his body too far gone, his heat too overwhelming, his mind too ruined to do anything but nod.

Mikey squeezed his eyes shut, his lips trembling—but his body betrayed him too.

Because he nodded just the same.

M/n groaned, dragging himself out of Mikey, grabbing Sanzu, shoving back into his soaked little pussy instead, watching as the pink-haired omega collapsed backward, his entire body trembling, shaking, his pussy fluttering, welcoming every brutal thrust.

Mikey was panting heavily, his hole clenching around nothing, his body aching for more.

M/n smirked. “See, Mikey?”

He reached down, grabbing Mikey’s hips, lifting him slightly, positioning him over Sanzu’s heat-soaked body.

“Since you’re both so desperate, why don’t you fuck each other for me?”

Mikey’s breath stuttered.

Sanzu let out a wrecked, soft little sob, his body already moving on instinct, his hips rolling upward, rubbing against Mikey’s swollen, slick hole.

Both omegas gasped.

Mikey twitched violently, his fingers digging into Sanzu’s skin, his heat-soaked body grinding down automatically.

Slick poured out of them both, mixing together, making a disgusting, messy pool beneath them.

M/n groaned at the sight, gripping both of their waists, forcing them to grind harder.

“Fuck, look at you two,” he muttered, watching as they writhed together, slick-drunk and heat-crazed, rubbing their little pssies against each other, whimpering, gasping, too lost in need to care about anything else.

“You were supposed to hate each other,” he chuckled, his fingers digging in, keeping them moving, making them chase the pleasure.

“But now you’re nothing but my desperate little omega toys.”

Mikey let out a wrecked moan, his body shaking violently, his hole clenching down around nothing, his heat consuming him.

Sanzu was already gone, too deep in submissive omega bliss, his thighs trembling, his slick-covered clit twitching, completely, utterly broken.

M/n groaned.

“Since you both worked so hard—”

He grabbed Mikey, slamming him back down onto his cock.

Mikey screamed, his entire body arching, his hole sucking M/n’s length so deep his stomach bulged slightly.

Sanzu watched, panting, twitching, his own pussy clenching around nothing, jealous, needy, wrecked.

M/n fucked into Mikey harder, his pace brutal, merciless, making the omega collapse forward onto Sanzu’s chest.

Sanzu could feel the way Mikey trembled, the way his body shook, could feel the overwhelming heat radiating off of him.

And then—

M/n slammed in deep, biting down on Mikey’s scent gland, filling him, stuffing him full of thick, hot cum.

Mikey screamed, wrecked, mindless.

His hole clenched around M/n’s knot, locking him in place, milking him, his own release spilling out of him, mixing with the slick covering both omegas.

And then—

Sanzu whimpered.

Still empty.

Still aching.

Still needing.

M/n grinned, looking down at his ruined little omegas.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured, dragging his fingers through Sanzu’s dripping slick.

“You’re next.”

And Sanzu?

Sanzu knew—

He would never escape this.

And worse?

He didn’t want to.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Alpha male reader with omaga mikey and they are with each other and Mikey heat comes Unexpectedly ♦️

Pairings: Mikey x male reader

Warnings: Alpha male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom/omega!Mikey, lots of pet names, clingy sex, public sex, biting, heat, knotting, brief mention of pregnancy, reader is called "sir + master"

It's a crisp, spring day and you are a humble alpha taking his little omega boyfriend out to the park. As usual, Mikey's first move is to find the food stalls and buy a snack to eat while you take a stroll. Something sweet, obviously. Because what's a daytime park date without a little sugar?

If you're lucky he might even share a bite with you (!!!!!!) without you asking! Your lips linger around Mikey's fingers for just a few seconds longer than they need to, and the omega feels a flush of warmth hit his body from the inside. He shrugs it off though, and your date continues over to a bench by the water.

“A lot of ducks here today, huh?” you comment. Eyeing the feathered creatures as a dozen or so glide along the water's surface.

Mikey looks at you with a raised eyebrow, “I didn't think anyone seemed that rude… that one kid even smiled as we passed them.”

You returned his puzzled expression with one of your own, until it clicked, and you snorted as you corrected him. “Ducks, Mikey,” pointing towards the water in front of you. “not dicks. You've got a dirty little mind today, dont'cha?”

“What do you mean?! That one mistake doesn't make me some pervert, like you think I am!” Mikey pouted, crossing his arms over his chest and swiveling away from you.

Your boyfriend's childish nature is adorable sometimes (and annoying at others…) — huffing while he avoids eye contact, even turning his body away from you so he can pretend to be mad. Such a cutie~

“Uh-huh, sure.” you said sarcastically. “Don't think I didn't see the look in your eyes when I "accidentally" sucked on your fingers earlier. Your mind went somewhere very naughty, and we both know it~” Your teasing turned the tips of Mikey's ears red in an instant, filling his mind with many ideas. In that moment, all the blood in his body rushed downward, causing his soft shaft to slowly swell and rise—creating a small bulge in the front of his pants.

As you turn your attention back to the natural world surrounding you, a soft whine makes your ear twitch. You glance over and notice the deep red taking over Mikey's cheeks and nose, and the way his fingers dig into the wood of the bench you're sitting on. “M-Mikey…?”

The utterance of his name sends another jolt straight to his cock, filling him with an unbearable heat that spreads to every last corner of his body. He's wheezing now, mouth open as ragged breaths come out and his chest heaves. You stare at the sudden new state of your partner in shock — is he getting a fever?! Is this spot too sunny?!

“Hey, babe, are you– are you alright?” you touch the back of your hand against his forehead, and it almost feels like Mikey got a terrible sunburn. “You're burning up! Uuuhh… should we move somewhere with shade?!”

“Lower… touch me lower pleeeaasee~ ” he whines. His thighs tense, rubbing together a bit as he tries not to let a glob of precum spill from his dick. “Please, sir… I need it– mMFhjkD–!! I need Master's touch…”

Wow. Ok, this is embarrassing! As your eyes scan your immediate surroundings, you find that most of the people are over towards the center of the park, or by the entrance. There are still a few people nearby though, and they could probably see or hear you if you do anything right here–

“Mikey, wh– are you…?” you're cut off by Mikey grabbing your wrist and forcing your hand into his pants, unzipping them so that you can fit your whole hand down there. His tiny cock has swelled so much, and the insides of his clothes are soaked already! There's a wet mess sliding down his thighs and pooling underneath his ass.

While you try not to alert any other park-goers, you discreetly palm your boyfriend underneath his clothes, rubbing at his entrance and nearly easing a finger in there. This alone causes your balls to tighten, and you sense something a bit more primal bubbling towards the surface as Mikey whimpers and thrusts his hips wildly — like an animal in heat.

“Mikey, why didn't you tell me your heat was coming on? We could have stayed home — taken care of this properly. The park could've waited.”

“I-I didn't– gnngh-! I didn't kn-know… I swear!” he stammers between noises of ecstasy. “OoOOohh mm~ yeah~ I didn't feel any-thiiing aaAhhH!! A-anything until after we got here… hnngh…” you have to quickly cover your boyfriend's mouth, lest he moan any louder and draw someone's attention.

Well, now that you're less concerned about his health, and you know why Mikey is red and a million degrees, now you have to make a quick decision — how are you going to take care of this? You could try to take him back home, where you'd have all the privacy possible to fuck him silly until this heat subsides. But, looking at the state your boyfriend is currently in, you don't see that working out very well. He's too far into this to walk that far… The park bathrooms aren't private enough, plus they're not all that clean. You guess…

“Pl-please please please please– it huuuurts…” Mikey cries, prying your hand away from his lips and trying to get both of your hands down his pants.

“No — zip these back up, quickly–”

“NONONONONO PLEASE—I'LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU, MASTER, PLEASE–!!!” Mikey screams, clinging onto your arm like a child would to their parents when they don't want them to leave.

You slap a hand over Mikey's mouth again, nearly flying off of the bench to shush him. “SHH! Be quiet! I'm GOING to, but we can't do it right here! It's bad enough that someone probably saw us already… we're in public, Mikey! We can't just do it in front of an audience!”

Another pitiful whine reverberates into your palm, and the blond's black eyes well with tears as he reluctantly zips up his pants, feeling lonely without your hand on him.

“Get up, hold on to me if you need to.”

Mikey stumbles as you begin walking somewhere, wrapping his arms around your elbow and nuzzling his nose into the exposed skin. That little inhale of your scent has him clenching his legs together for a moment as a dribble of precum leaks out of his tip.

That whole display only causes your hormones to kick in further, bringing an uncomfortable wave of heat to your body now. It's all you can do to lead Mikey along until you come to a rather large hedge on the outer edge of the park, barely covered by a few trees and a fence on one side.

“Why are we… over here?” your little omega asks.

Before you answer, you scoop him up and lay him down on the grass. “Fixing our little "problem"—fuckin'… nngh-” you growl impatiently, “Look at what you did to me, honey…” the very obvious dick-shaped bulge in your pants made Mikey drool. His hands dig into the grass and dirt below him, and his legs spread instinctually.

“That's a good boy, but you gotta take your clothes off first, yeah?” you remind him. In a flash, your boyfriend has his pants and underwear off, only draped around one ankle. At the same time, you unzip yours and pull them down just enough to free your aching, throbbing cock.

“Ready for me?” Mikey nods vigorously, and you quickly line up your cock, pushing against his entrance with a bit of resistance. The slick coating his insides and sliding down his inner thighs helps greatly, though it is still a tight fit. Not that you're complaining, exactly — that tightness feels damn good for both of you.

The little omega opens his mouth to moan—or maybe scream—but not a sound comes out. Instead, his eyes simply glaze over while you bottom out in one thrust. “OoOOohH fuck-! Tight… so fuckin' tight for me…”

Instincts take over as you start humping Mikey's wet hole, already overwhelmed by having his soft, warm insides hug your cock. Primal as this all is, you also desperately cling to your boyfriend—overtaken by a primal love for him too. One hand combs through his hair, pushing it out of his face, while the other slides to the small of his back. “Mhm~ You feel so gooood, baby- ah! ah! ah! Fu-uck y-yeah–!” you drawl to the rhythm of your thrusts. Plowing Mikey's ass so hard that it kind of hurts your hips too.

The omega wraps his arms around the back of your neck, pulling your face closer until your lips brush against his skin. You nibble on his earlobe, and Mikey lets out a cute whimper as his eyes squeeze shut in embarrassment. Nibbling turns to nipping at his neck, which then turns into sucking on the tender flesh — all while the blond moans louder than he probably should.

“Fuck! I'm gonna- hnngh–!!” Before you can even finish your sentence, a flood of thick, creamy cum fills up Mikey's hole. Painting his insides white as you bite down on his shoulder to stay quiet.

“M-more! Moremoremore~! Need… Alpha's cum~💛” his voice fades towards the end, and his small body slumps all at once as the last drops of cum spill into his unprotected hole.

You're barely able to hold yourself up, but you try to, so you don't crush your precious omega with your weight. Though your vision is spotty, you can still appreciate the sight of your darling boyfriend in his blissful state. You assume he's half unconscious already; until you start pulling out and Mikey perks up, whining out “Noooo… isss'not enough yet… need master's cock~”

A knot is already formed at the base of your shaft, and you're honestly not any softer even though you pumped a bucket load of semen into him. You certainly can't walk home like this…

“Yeah? Is this what you're needing, honey?” you ask, bringing one of Mikey's hands to the knot and letting him feel it. He gropes it, strokes it, and begs for you to put it back inside in such a loving voice. It's enough to make you feel bad about even thinking of stopping here.

“Anything for my baby boy~ Haah… wanna push it in yourself?” Mikey nods tiredly, guiding the rest of your dick back into his hole. Once the knot reaches his entrance, he holds onto your hips, and you begin thrusting again. “A little harder—here, I'll help ya.” you take Mikey's waist in your hands and pull him towards you as you thrust in.

The speed of your thrusts picks back up, and with enough effort from both of you, your knot eventually squeezes past his fucked out rim. “Oh god-! It's in! Fffuuck, Mikey… s'tighter than before-!!” As your bulky cock stretches his ass, you can already feel another orgasm coming.

Mikey pulls you down by the neck again, clinging to you—his lifeline, his sunshine, his stars, his galaxy, his entire world—and you return the embrace. His small body takes everything you have to offer as you greedily hump him, creating just enough friction to unload another round of cum into his womb. “Shit! Cumming! Mmhm, gonna breed you, Mikey~ Gonna breed my sweet omega–!!”

“Breed me! Please… mMMhgNm…” his muffled cries turn into whimpers as you up the ante with your breeding talk–

“Oh fuck-! Gonna knock you up, yeah? Fill your little tummy with kids?” between every powerful bump against Mikey's body, you affirm his deep-rooted desires. “You'll be a daddy after I'm finished with ya, sweetheart~”

—

You're not sure how many minutes pass, but what you are sure of is the fact that your knot hasn't gone away yet… it's still swollen, tethering you and your omega together and preventing you from leaving your hiding spot.

Mikey is all but passed out under you, and it's still early enough in the day — it's not like you need to rush out of the park, sooooo… you guess you're just going to lay here until you can safely pull out.

In the meantime, what's the harm in admiring your boyfriend while he naps? After all, his soft features look even prettier after you had them twisting in pleasure~

[eempyreall]

♪ 𝐺𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑦 𝐽𝑎𝑛𝑛 ♪

༺ Temptation ༻

Oneshot ~ Omega Kings x Alpha Female Reader

Summary ~ You, an alpha maid, must clean the room of the omegan kings while they are in the middle of their heat. You mustn’t allow them to tempt you or you will surely be executed.

Featuring ~ Sano Manjiro and Kurokawa Izana—Kakucho and Sanzu Haruchiyo will be side characters

Extra Notes ~ This is the fandom version of this story. If you want to read the non fandom that provides original characters, press this link.

This story should only be posted under eempyreall on my tumblr. Report if you see it posted under anyone else but me.

l apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Warning ~

You and the characters are 21+. Although I picture the reader as a black cis-gendered female, physical appearance will not be described at all.

Content within this story may not be realistic or factual.

I do not condone any of the behavior displayed within the story.

There may be dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit content, sexual content, non consensual and/or dubious consensual content, etc.

That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

It was troubling to present as an alpha while working under omegan authority. Sure, being an alpha as a royal or upper-class citizen has its perks, but classifying as the sub-gender when you're a commoner or someone who serves under a higher power is intimidating.

Omegas, men or women alike, tend to be manipulative, calculative, and sneaky. Their ethereal appearance and nurturing aura open broad opportunities for them—especially in a society ruled by omegan kings.

Many alphas have been castrated amongst the public. Their wrists are chained to a wooden bar as they hang, bodies bare and exposed to the eyes of the belligerent crowd. Alphas and omegas alike cheer as the culprit's clitoris or penis is chopped off.

Unfortunately, many do not deserve to be treated as such criminals when they are purposefully set up to force a rut or lied on. There are never trials nor any need for proof of such cases. Because of the dire circumstances, omegas will always be a priority. If only some omegas didn't take advantage of the system that's made to be in their favor.

You did your best to stay far away from the sub-gender. You only cleaned within the areas you were assigned. You kept to yourself, even amongst the other maids and servants. Even they can be conniving as a way to climb the ranks of the service industry. The higher you get, the more gold you receive.

That’s why, when you were directed to personally clean the kings’ heat room, you were bewildered. The brothers were known for their strength and cold demeanor. Despite presenting as omegas, they lacked the nurturing attribute that the sub-gender is popular for. Many have been fooled by their delicate features and challenged them head-on, resulting in the victims’ deaths.

When the kings attend public executions, they sit on their thrones with their legs crossed and their faces resting in the palms of their hands as the crowd goes wild during the legal murder. If the victim is just a measly servant or maid, they are instantly struck by the omegas' bare hands.

It was an outright death sentence to even be near the omegans. Anything could set them off. You've witnessed some of your fellow service members get murdered in cold blood, all by a simple kick to their heads. The brothers' presence is suffocating, and you have made sure to stay out of their vicinity.

Both of the kings shared equal intensity when it came to the glimmer of their eyes. King Manjiro has irises darker than night. They are dull and icy as they pierce into your soul. There is a natural narrow shape to his lids. Long black strands frame his jawline elegantly as he forever wears an unreadable, emotionless gaze.

Considering his height, he is consistently underestimated by other royal families, constantly challenged by the alphas who intend to court him. He proves them wrong with a strong kick to the face, forcing the trembling alphas to bow after the humiliating display.

King Izana has a naturally calculative glow to his purple irises. His haunting gaze holds a mask of eerie calmness. His platinum hair is slicked back, with a strand that flows over his face, and a faint unreadable grin that gives a sinister edge to his appearance.

Similarly to his brother, he is often underestimated until he proves himself worthy of etiquette and grace. Only, he is more patient with his movements, as he seems to enjoy taunting his prey.

Here you are, an alpha who dares to invade the space of their most vulnerable positions. Why would the knights send you instead of another omega? You couldn’t figure it out as you stood outside the grand doors of their heat room, the scents already thick through the doors as they reached your mask.

Fortunately, you took suppressants this morning, as you normally do to abide by the rules of the castle. They should last until the evening arrives, which is only an hour away. That should give you enough time to finish your work and flee.

You took a deep breath before slowly opening the door, peeking through the crack before stepping inside.

In your view were the kings, deep in slumber, both men entangled within the scrambled silks concealing their bodies. You were relieved to see them consumed by exhaustion, your presence unnoticed as you stepped into the room and quietly closed the door behind you.

You bow toward their right-hand knights, who stand by the doorway—King Manjiro’s being Sanzu, an intimidating omega whose gaze pierces your soul despite his delicate features and long pink hair. King Izana’s right-hand knight, Kakucho, another omega, stood just as menacingly as Manjiro’s knight, though his gaze toward you was softer. His short black strands framed his jawline as he stood straight.

You set the basket down, ignoring the suffocating atmosphere that caused sweat to bead against your skin. Sliding the gloves onto your hands, you began to set the cleaning supplies to the side.

One of the tasks assigned to you was to remove the dirty silks and replace them. This was a requirement you’d have to complete first to avoid accidentally rubbing cleaning liquids onto the kings’ skin.

You dreaded this moment, not wanting to get too close. Yet, you had to make your move so you could hurry and scrub the room clean.

You quickly make your way to the bed, the platinum-haired man nearest to you as you walk closer. You eyed both males’ sleeping faces. They looked peaceful and delicate, a reddened hue blooming across their cheeks as their slightly pouty lips rested while they slept.

Despite the circumstances, you took a moment to admire the kings’ natural omega beauty. Their torsos displayed abs similar to those of the knights which is an unexpected attribute for omega males. Quickly, you shook off the distraction and reached for a piece of the silk, carefully planning to extract it from the body entangled within.

Abruptly, a hand snatched your wrist before you could succeed. Your eyes widened as his eyelids shot open. Purple irises shifted toward you, and your heartbeat began to accelerate. You stood trembling in your spot as King Izana stared at you intensely, an unreadable expression in his gaze.

You immediately bowed, your wrist still grasped in his hand.

“Greetings, Your Majesty. I’ve been advised to replace your silks and clean this room,” you said with a steady voice.

“Hm,” he responds, the corner of his lips shifting upward. You yelp as you’re yanked over him, landing on top of him as he sits up.

“Dear little alpha, were you planning to have your way with me?” The red on his face grew, as did the heightened pheromones, the smell of cinnamon reaching your mask as you felt a hard structure poke below you.

“Huh?! No—of course not, Your Majesty! I would never,” you gasp as your head drops to see the lengthy girth poking out of the red silk.

You felt heat rush to your face as you attempted to pull away, the head of his bare cock poking your concealed vagina. His free arm circles around your waist as he tugged you forward.

“Alphas are such filthy creatures. Is this what you want?” Izana’s grin grew wider as he lifted his hips, arousal thick in the air as he gripped you tighter.

“My intentions were only to replace your silks and clea—!” you were cut off by another voice.

“Alpha?” You feel Manjiro’s breath against your neck as another pair of arms wrap around you from behind. The smell of citrus apple reached your nostrils as you felt a hardness against your lower back.

You gasp when you feel the omega behind you tug the fabric of your pants. Manjiro quietly pants as he makes an attempt to tear off your bottoms. Izana grabs the string behind your ear to pull the mask off.

He growled at the lack of your reaction to his scent when he tossed it to the side. He snatched your neck with a frown as he pulled you forward.

“Aren’t you supposed to be begging me to eat your pussy? Is there something wrong with you?” He hissed.

You held Manjiro’s wrists against your lap as you spoke, “It would not be right, Your Majesty! I have no desire to take advantage of either one of you.”

“You don’t want me?” Manjiro questioned with a tone that caused guilt to fill your heart. Izana grasped your jaw as his purple irises pierced you.

“You dare to reject your kings?”

You think their knights would step in by now, but the omegans haven’t budged from their spots. You can feel their eyes observing the display.

“I mean no disrespect, My King! I am nothing but a maid. I am not fit to be your alpha,” you try to reason with Izana.

You did not want to get caught up and blamed for something you didn’t do. You need to escape quickly, before your rut is triggered by their pheromones. You could feel your suppressants weakening by the minute and you had no intention of getting castrated or killed.

“Excuses,” Manjiro breathed before successfully ripping the waistband of your pants. Izana yanked your gloves off before tossing them to the side.

Suddenly, Manjiro pulls you back as he lands on his bottom. His legs rest on either side of your thighs as he tightens his grip around your waist. His lips press against your neck as you feel the hardness against your back pressing into you harder.

Izana's silks draped over his body as he crawled between your legs. He dug his nails into the fabric of your thin uniform, shredding the top from the middle and exposing your bra.

“Shit—wait!” you exclaim, grabbing Izana's wrists. You forgot to use honorifics as they continued to scent the room, purposefully baiting you.

Manjiro's hands wandered to your breasts, squeezing them before peeling the straps of your bra. When you begin to feel the suppressants wearing off, you use as much strength as you can muster to shove Izana off you and jump off the bed, falling onto your bottom in the process.

“Fuck!” you hiss in pain as the two omegas eyed you from the bed, panting as their irises shimmered. You could see that their pupils had completely dilated.

Your head turns to the knights standing in the same spot. The omegas stood there, eyeing you with stern expressions.

You begin to feel exposed, embarrassment rising to your cheeks as you cover yourself with your arms, knees pulled to your chest. You shakily pull yourself up as you avoid eye contact with everyone in the room. Surprisingly, they allow you to grab the supplies and run out.

A few days passed, and you found yourself among a huge crowd of individuals awaiting the next castration. A man was chained to the platform, hanging with his feet off the ground, completely naked. The royals sat pretty with their knights, watching from above.

“Hey, what did this guy do?” you asked in confusion, catching the attention of the woman next to you.

“He took advantage of the kings during their heat. I pity those beautiful omegas. What a disgrace to the rest of us alphas,” she said, crossing her arms before turning back toward the platform.

Your eyebrows furrowed in disbelief as you watched the executioner approach with his weapon. Your breath hitched as realization struck.

It was a test. The kings had set you up to see if you would fail. The brothers deceived the public to maintain control and spread fear, especially among the alphas. The man hanging from the stage could have been you. A lump formed in your throat as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. They were truly sinister.

You turned away from the screaming man, closing your eyes as the crowd cheered for his demise. The severed half of his penis dropped to the ground, blood spraying everywhere. You remained unaware of the piercing gazes lingering on your form.

You were in the middle of scrubbing the floor of the room you had been assigned to. Your knees were pressed against the cold marble floor as you tossed the sponge into the bucket. You were still shaken up by the display that morning. Had you not suppressed your alpha instincts from taking over, you would’ve surely been castrated amongst the vicious public.

“Dear Y/n,” you heard a familiar voice behind you.

The kings’ signature aromas swirled in the air as they reached your nostrils. Your body shot upright as you turned to face the omegas, their knights standing behind them.

“Uh, Your Majesties,” you bowed quickly toward the brothers to show your respect. You missed the smirks tugging at their lips.

You yelped as a shoe pressed down on your upper back, your face smushed to the floor along with your hands plastered against the marble.

“Such a satisfying position to see you in,” King Izana said, his voice low as he continued to apply pressure. “We have a proposition for you.”

“You are to become our designated guide for heats,” he stated, a finality in his tone that indicated there was no room for denial.

Your eyes widened at the statement. You were unsure if this was some sort of trick. Even if it was the truth, you simply could not accept the conditions. You didn’t want to become a slave to these vicious monsters.

“With all due respect, Your Majesty, I am not fit to become the royals’ alpha. I will have to decline your proposition, though I’m very grateful and honored,” your gut clenched as you felt more pressure against your back.

Shoes entered your view before the person crouched down, your eyes lifting to meet the attention of the shorter king.

“Who do you think you are?” Manjiro’s dull gaze, filled with nothingness, sent goosebumps across your arms.

You really wanted to ask what their problem was. Why were they trying so hard to get you killed? Why couldn’t they just kick you and get it over with? Was this how they played with some of their prey? It was confusing and truly exhausting. You just wanted them to leave you alone.

“I—I meant no disrespect—,” you squealed as the collar of your shirt was snatched, Izana yanking you upright.

Your fingers grasped the front collar of your top, which was tight around your neck. Izana pulled you back just enough to make eye contact.

“My apologies, Alpha. I completely worded that wrong. It is not a proposition. You will be our heat guide,” he demanded, an eerie smile lingering on his expression.

After a moment of the stare-down from the kings and knights, he released his grip on your shirt, causing you to land with your palms against the floor, leaving you to return to your duties.

“Damnit!” you exclaimed, smacking the floor.

“Interesting isn’t she?” Izana questioned Manjiro as they walked to the throne room.

His brother nodded as his eyes shifted in contemplation. “I don’t really like the rejection,” Manjiro hummed.

“Neither do I, but this is only the beginning,” Izana grinned before turning to his knight.

“What do you think, Kakucho?”

The man in question shifted his gaze to the king, blinking before clearing his throat.

“I think that she’s different compared to other alphas,” he replied softly.

“What about you, Sanzu?” Manjiro asked his own knight.

“I think that all alphas are unworthy of the kings’ presence, though I agree with Kakucho,” he said with a stern tone.

“I want to see how interesting she’ll be without the supply of suppressants,” Izana chuckled.

Weeks had passed since the interaction, and you were dreading their upcoming heat. You had no experience with omegas’ heats and no idea how to prepare. The kings hadn’t made it easy for you either.

You couldn’t find your suppressant pills, and when you went to the head maid to request more tablets, she declined as per the kings’ orders. You spent hours in the library, researching heats and alternative ways to suppress ruts.

You found a helpful passage on how to remain in control, realizing that, although your instincts would be screaming and yearning for omega cock, you would have to keep your mind in check while focusing on helping the omegas release their tension. In the end, the omegas were the priority.

There was also an herbal remedy in the book that you had crafted to help suppress those urges just enough to stay in control. You refused to allow the kings to break you.

Oddly enough, some of the omegan maids seemed happy for you and gifted you two rubber objects to aid the kings during their heat. They explained how to turn the products on and use them. You were already familiar with vibrators, but only the toys that provided suction for the clitoris. You hadn’t known about the rubber toys shaped as cocks.

The knights closed the doors behind you as you stepped into the heat room, the air already suffocating with the warmth of omegan pheromones.

You were slightly intimidated by the low rumbles and groans of the kings, their bodies loosely draped in silks similar to the last time you were here. This time, however, the brothers were awake.

You could hear the frustration in their voices as they whimpered, Manjiro using two of his fingers to penetrate his anal hole while yanking at his dripping, pulsating cock. His face was red, as well as the bottom lip he chewed on. Izana palmed his testicles while sliding his hand up-and-down his slick cock. His face shared the same red hue as his brother while his eyebrows were furrowed.

You took a deep breath before releasing it from your lips, stepping closer to the two—this time, nearer to Manjiro. You could feel the urges tugging at you, compelling you to please these poor omegas. You sucked your teeth to keep your fangs from protruding, a desire to bite their neck glands forming as their fumes and cries went straight to your clit.

Their eyes shot open as they became aware of your presence, their panting growing heavier. Manjiro reached out, tugging at your arm.

“Alpha, I—I need you,” he breathed. “It hurts.”

“Hurry up! F—fucking alpha, taking your time while I’m s—suffering,” Izana seethed.

You were surprised by how needy they were this time. Rummaging through the bag, you pulled out the two toys the maids had gifted you before climbing onto the bed. Before they could snatch at you, your hands shot up after placing the vibrators onto the fabric.

“It’s alright, omegas. I have a wonderful surprise for you,” you cooed, just as the book had instructed. It felt strange and completely out of character for you, but you knew it would help your situation.

Their eyes brightened as they leaned back with a bit more patience. When you told Manjiro to spread his legs, he immediately complied. You quickly lathered a rubber cock with the substance you had brought.

“Alright, we're going to try something fun today. I don't know if you've used these toys before, but I'm sure you'll like it,” you said with a smile. Manjiro's lips formed an 'O' as he stared at the object in your hand.

Truth be told, neither he nor Izana had seen anything like it. Usually, they used whatever alphas were available and called it a day.

Most alphas didn't even try to maintain control over their ruts once triggered, which often led to them becoming castrated after aggressively fucking the kings, committing a disrespectful act.

They could smell your arousal and were very confused as to how you stayed within your right mind. It drove them crazy how you seemed to be in complete control of your actions. They wanted to see how far they could push so you could reveal yourself as another disgusting mutt. But here you are, surprising them before the session even started.

“Are you ready, omega?” You question Manjiro with a soft tone. You read that it was good to call them ‘omega’ during their heats and to treat them with care.

Once he nodded in response, you set the head of the toy against his anus before slowly pushing the rubber inside. His anal walls clenched as he stretched around the vibrator. His lips fell apart as his head fell back against the pillow, a breathy moan escaping.

“Shit,” Manjiro whispered. His hips twitch upward as the rubber reaches his prostate. His fingers twist into the sheets as his testicles tense.

“I’m going to switch it on, okay?” You say as you twist the bottom of the toy to the second to lowest setting, a buzzing sound echoing throughout the room.

Manjiro gasped as he thrusted against the air. “That’s so good, Alpha,” he groaned as he fucked his hand.

His moans go straight to your clit, the smell of your own arousal thickening. However, you seemed unbothered by the display. You kept your urges at bay and reminded yourself that this isn’t about you or your pleasure. It’s about aiding the omegas to their release.

A hand yanked your arm to the side, almost causing you to fall onto the bed as you kneeled.

“You’re t—taking so long! I need you now,” Izana hissed as he glared at you. Before you could think, your hand reached for his neck and pinned him down, his eyes widening.

“You will be a good omega, and wait your turn,” your voice becomes low, surprising yourself in the process.

Holy shit.

Your alpha instincts must be taking over as to remain in control of the situation.

“It’s gonna be alright, okay? I was just about to get your toy ready so can you be patient with me, please?” You sighed. You honestly couldn’t believe your own voice. You hope that you won’t be punished for this later.

The red hue on Izana’s face grew as he nodded, slightly pouting in the process. You give him a smile before reaching to pat his head.

“Such a good omega. I’ll make sure to take very good care of you,” you tell him before returning your attention to a hysterical Manjiro. Izana stares at you with awe in response.

You begin to penetrate Manjiro’s anus, his hole stretching around the rubber toy as it sinks into his tight anal walls. The slick soaks the vibrator and your fingers as you accelerate the pace.

“A—alpha, please touch me,” Manjiro moaned with teary eyes.

He couldn’t stop thrusting his hips, the sensation buzzing through his backside too euphoric as his girth pulsates. A white substance continued to ooze out of his reddened tip as the citrus, apple scent heightened.

You comply, your free hand firmly wrapping around his length as you begin to slide against his thrusts as you penetrate him faster. You made sure to continue aiming for his prostate.

“Does that feel good for you, omega?” You question with curiosity. His teary eyes gazed at you from his position.

“S—so good. It feels so good, alpha. M’ gonna cum,” he groaned as his head fell back once more.

Manjiro’s thrusts became harder against your hand as he cursed. He wanted to replace your hand with your pussy. He wants you to ride him as he grinds into you, filling you with his semen as you moan out his name. You’re driving him fucking crazy. Suddenly, a wad of slick shoots out of his cock as he rode his orgasm. The alpha in you wanted to lick it all up but you kept yourself tamed. This is a job that you must complete and you must stay professional.

He pants until he falls into a slumber, his cock slowly going flaccid as his chest rose and fell. You grab the second toy after slowly pulling the used one out of Manjiro’s ass.

“Alright, omega. It’s your turn now,” you say with a grin. You saw a shimmer in Izana’s eyes as you shifted toward him with the toy in hand.

His poor cock leaks pitifully, the tip redder than Manjiro’s as it throbbed upward. It twitched along with his testicles twitching, slick dripping down the skin.

You use a thumb to gently caress the underside of his head, your fingers curved around the girth.

“Does it hurt?” You ask, to which he nods with a slight whimper escaping his lips as you rub gently against the vein.

“P—please, alpha. I n—need to fuck you,” he pleads. You never thought that you’d see the day where king Izana would beg to be fucked by an alpha maid.

It was pitiful but also arousing. His eyes weren’t as teary as Manjiro’s but you could see the swirl of desire embedded within his gaze.

Suddenly, you could smell two other unknown scents fill the room, turning your head to see the knights still standing in place, though their expressions are a lot redder and their hands tremble slightly around their weapons. Despite their expressionless gazes, you knew that the aura of the room was probably affecting them too. You know that you must hurry.

“I cannot risk a rut to take place. I will fuck you with the vibrator as I did before, okay? Keep your legs spread, for me,” you say while caressing his cock.

Your head lowered as you used his slick as a lube and slowly pushed the vibrator inside of his anus. Your lips circle around the head of his cock, the sweet substance reaching your tongue as you sucked the tip.

“Oh—oh, fuck,” Izana groaned as your arm pinned one of his thighs in place. Your hand massaged the rest of his cock as you continued to suck his tip.

You feel his hips rise as he tries to grind against you, the head of the toy reaching his prostate as you penetrate him at a steady pace. You feel the weight of his hand on the back of your head.

His head drops back, eyelids heavy as his mouth hangs open. He bit his lip as he grinds harder against you.

Your hand stopped your mouth from going further as you used your other hand to switch the vibrator to a slightly higher setting than you did for Manjiro.

“L—look at me! Look at what you’re fucking doing to me, alpha,” he groaned as his eyes bore into yours. “I’m gonna cum so hard,” he whimpered.

Izana has never been pleasured like this before. No alpha, man or woman, has ever taken their time to attentively take care of him and his brother. It’s never felt this beautiful before. He wants to snatch you from his cock and plunge himself deep inside you. He wants to force you onto your hands and knees and return the favor. He wants to feel you clenching around him while you cry.

You feel his cock tense in your mouth as you press the vibrator as far into him as you can, slick filling your mouth as your eyes widen. He moans loudly through his orgasm as sweat beads around his head.

“Swallow it! Swallow my semen, alpha. I want you to consume me,” Izana groaned as he held your head, nails digging into your scalp.

You comply, your clit gaining a heartbeat as you close your eyes and breathe deeply. You almost triggered your own rut by the load of his cum filling your belly. When Izana commands you to open your mouth to see that you gulped it all down, you comply.

“That’s right,” he breathed a chuckle, his eyes drowsy as he slowly fell into a deep slumber.

That night, you stayed in the bathroom, using your own suctioned vibrator as you orgasmed hard from the memories in your head. Your alpha instincts have gone haywire as you were locked inside, sitting on the floor. All of the pent up energy had been fucked out of you by your own fingers.

Days had passed as you helped them through the process each day and night. Each night you masturbated after it was over, releasing your tension so that you wouldn’t go crazy. You missed having suppressants to help get you through the days. It was needed now more than ever.

This continued for months. It became harder and harder to control yourself as time went on. Not only were you forced to spend more time with them during heats, but even on normal days. You were compelled to keep them company, no matter what they had planned. They became more touchy and showed a lack of respect for your boundaries.

They constantly wanted you by their side, to the point that you were forced to sleep in their beds, switching between the two each night. It made it harder for you to sneak off and release your tension, considering their tight holds. They barely allowed you to go use the restroom when you were trapped in their arms.

You couldn’t use them to release yourself, or else you’d go into a rut. You also didn’t want to be this close and personal with them in the first place. This was supposed to be a professional job, not something you signed up for. You didn’t agree to become a sex slave.

One night became too much for you as they tempted you. Unknown to you, they were doing it on purpose. They wanted your pussy so bad and they were willing to do anything to have it. It was confusing as to how a pill that forced a heat could affect an alpha the same as it would an omega.

“Ah!” You whine out as Manjiro’s fingers tightened around your waist, thrusting into you as his cock stretched your vagina. His teeth penetrated the skin of your neck gland as he used his free hand to hold your head down.

“Good, omega. You’re taking this cock so well,” he whispered against your ear with your blood staining his teeth. You could only whimper in response as your g-spot was consistently hit.

Tears streamed down your face as you accidentally made eye contact with the knights that stood in front of the doorway. You couldn’t read their expressions, shifting your eyes away quickly with embarrassment as your body rocked against Manjiro. Both of your walls clenched around the cocks inside of you.

“That’s right, omega. Cum for your kings,” Izana hissed as he penetrated your ass harder, his slick gushing out of your ass. His grip on your hips tightened as he leaned forward, his silks draping over you.

You felt your rut triggered as your fangs shot out. You tried to turn away from Manjiro’s shoulder as your vision shifted, pupils dilating. You couldn’t stop the whimpers and moans from releasing as you gripped Manjiro’s hair.

“Claim me, Y/n. Mark your alpha,” his lips moved against your ear. You groaned a curse in response.

You didn’t want to claim them. You didn’t want to be trapped with an omega in the slightest. You didn’t even want a normal mate in general. You especially didn’t want to mate with the kings. You are not cut out to be a queen.

“Please don’t,” you breathed.

Your plead caused them to fuck into you harder, your inner walls clenching around them as your mouth hung open. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you grunted.

“Come on, baby. Mark me,” Manjiro groaned. He could feel the warmth in his stomach rising.

“It’s in your blood, Y/n. Do it! Mark your claim,” Izana grinned as his nails pierced your skin.

You really tried to fight off your alpha instincts. It was so hard to ignore. You had to let it go. You had to release the tension.

Manjiro released a high-pitched moan as your fangs sunk into his neck gland.

“Fuck, you’re mine. Now you’re all mine,” he smiled as tears streamed down his face with blood sliding down his neck.

Once the positions were switched, you ended up marking Izana who enthusiastically accepted your claim.

“Mine, mine, mine!”

It was a filthy, sweaty, and hot night as you all fell into a slumber. When you woke up, you felt immediate terror at what you had done. Especially when you felt the marks on your own neck.

“No, no, no,” you hyperventilate. “What have I done?”

One day, you even tried to flee the castle. You were overwhelmed with your new responsibilities, the consequences of your actions.

Sanzu and Kakucho caught you before you could even make it out the door. They dragged you back to the heat room to wait for the kings to return.

You screamed in terror when you found out you were pregnant. You didn’t want a kid nor did you want the royal heir. You were forced to be queen and forced to bear the responsibility of birthing the child.

[eetherealgoddess]

ꨄOur Alphaꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Celebrity/Omegaverse Au

❦You have to survive as a maid in a celebrity omegan mansion❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I know there are different variations of omegaverse with sub gender roles. For this specific story, female alphas are not likely to get pregnant but it’s still possible, the omega males are usually the ones to nurture the child, traditionally. Y/n will have female genitalia. Basically omega females will be impregnated, alpha females may get pregnant by alpha males as well as omega males but omega and alpha males cannot get pregnant. Omegas of both genders get heats while alphas of both genders get ruts.

In this world, omegas are at the top of the hierarchy in sociatel terms because of their divine energy. They’re the nurturers while alphas are seen as aggressive and easy to sway, only thinking with their genitals which is seen as weakness even though omegas can be manipulative and murderous. Alphas are basically used to breed. For heats, alphas can be used but if not then omegas help each other, without the markings and ruts.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Our Alpha

Being an alpha in this world can be challenging. Constantly having to prove yourself no matter the circumstances in which you find yourself in. You could be murdered by an omega and still get blamed for whatever happened to you. Some omegas have even falsely accused alphas of terrible behavior, winning in the process while the alpha gets the most gruesome punishment. Alphas are almost always classified as low class citizens, getting the scraps that the omegas may or may not give.

Sure, there are successful alphas out there but only the few favored by omegas, gaining their way to the top by bargaining their own bodies. Regardless, it’s very dangerous to be an alpha involved with an omega, even if traditionally your instincts yearn for it. Tying yourself to an omega is a life sentence of becoming a slave considering once you bite them, you’re tied together by a bond for life. This is why you have made sure to steer clear of omegas of any gender, getting through your segregated schooling as well as gaining a decent job to survive.

You’ve only had romantic and platonic relationships with other alphas and betas, experiencing sex as any person would without the sub gender roles considering there were no enticing pheromones that could put you in a hypnotic trance. Omegas are naturally pretty creatures, ethereal beauties that can lure you into their traps. You despise their power. You despise your own subgender; to be so easily swayed is embarrassing.

Everything was going well until you got laid off by your job, an omegan bar replacing the building as they always do to alpha companies. It’s as if they’re trying to rid all of the alphas' abilities to live a substantial life without the help or permission of omegas. It was frustrating. You became desperate considering the lack of alpha owned businesses in your area. You had no choice but to find an omegan business that would hire you.

Unfortunately, the only job placement you’d be hired for is a maid, some kind of servant, or sex slave. So you decided to post an offer of your services, desperate for income to be able to afford your small apartment. The only response you received was to become a house maid for the sons of the omegan stars who needed a new maid. Although you’d be living in the mansion, you couldn’t pass the pay that was offered. Considering how high it was, you could live there for a few months and be able to move out on your own when you’ve made enough.

Once your bags were packed you traveled to the area in which you’d be living, passing by beautiful scenery that the alpha territories lack. Alpha areas are very dull and dim whereas the living quarters for omegans were pigmented and beautiful. Once you arrived at the mansion, you were guided by one of the beta butlers to your designated room, setting your luggage down as you were handed your uniform that consisted of black pants and a white shirt. Very plain but convenient for cleaning. Your room consists of a twin sized neatly made bed and a window, along with a desk and dresser. The room is also connected to a small bathroom.

Considering you don’t start until tomorrow, you begin to settle into your new living space, sighing once you are through. Deciding to take a shower, you set clothing to change into on your bed before heading to your shower. After you were done, you wrapped yourself in a towel before walking out of the bathroom, only to be startled by the presence in the room. You stare in shock as the blonde male eyes you as he sits on the bed in a crisscrossed position.

“U-uh can I help you?” You attempt to ask politely.

Having never been around an omega in your lifetime, you instantly could tell that an omega sits in front of you by the sweet smell radiating off of his form. A smell you’ve never had the privilege to sniff. Your body is tense, not wanting to make the wrong move as you know how unpredictable they can be. You keep your anxiety levels low considering they could smell fear a mile away. You’ve taken time to study the ‘predators’ though you’ve never seen one in person which is why you know so much.

He hops off the bed and walks toward you, staring at you with intense black eyes as he studies your form. You shift uncomfortably as you keep a hand on the towel wrapped around your figure, your skin moist from the residue water from the shower.

“You smell sweet for an alpha.” He says with his head tilted, leaning in as your eyes widen. His face stops near your neck as you hear him sniff slightly before pulling back. You wanted to reply with a smart remark but held back, not wanting to risk your life over something so petty.

“Y/n?” You nod.

“Mikey.” You already know their names, their parents are known for being famous as well as their children. You damn near grew up together through the screen, always seeing them on your timeline no matter how many times you blocked omegan accounts. There were even alpha owned accounts who were smitten over the pretty boys.

Without another word, he walks out of the bedroom, not bothering to shut the door. You huff as you shut the door and lock it, although now you know the lock doesn’t really matter. Once you were dressed you went to bed and scrolled on your phone until you fell asleep. Your alarm woke you up at five in the morning, hopping out of the bed reluctantly as you did your morning routine and put your uniform on.

The head beta maid met you at your door right before six o’ clock. You noticed that she wore an actual maid’s dress and not the cheap attire you have on, not that it bothered you. She went over the rules as well as the to do list for each day. She guided you to the cleaning supplies, showing you where to find everything as well as touring the rooms, not entering the male’s rooms considering they were still asleep.

Once she left you on your lonesome, you walked into the living space, dusting the windows and wiping them down with a cloth and cleaner. You dust wipe down the lamps and the light fixtures, moving onto the baseboards and window frames. Once you turned around to continue, you were startled once more, facing two of the males who eyed you. You eye the twins, purple orbs studying you before smirks grow on their faces. Their sweet scent meets your nostrils as you stand there.

“Looks like we got a new plaything, brother.” The shorter one states, hands in his pockets with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You tense as they walk towards you. The oldest one slightly leans over.

“Did you hear about what happened to the previous alpha who worked for us?” He questions with a sly smile. You shook your head in response, curious to know though dreading the response.

“She was such a dirty pervert, spying on us while we undressed.” They slowly circled around you like predators would their prey. Your grip tightens around the dusting brush, eyebrows furrowed as you follow them with your eyes.

“She even watched us while we were in heat. There were more problems before she finally got castrated.”

Castration happens when an alpha is accused of perverted behavior. For the male the penis will get detached as well as for the female's clitoris. It’s a horrific punishment nobody wants to go through. Although there are cases where alphas broke the law and gave into their instincts in a disturbing way, a lot of the times they get falsely accused.

“You know how alphas get when they can’t contain themselves. After all, you are one of them.” Rin says before he stops in front of you along with Ran.

“Not all alphas are the same.” You rebutled with irritation. Of course they would generalize the sub gender.

“No?” Ran chuckles, “I guess we’ll see.” He says before walking away, Rin stops by the window and rubs his hand along the glass, the sound causing you to flinch as you see the smeared handprint form.

“Missed a spot.” When they exited the room, you groaned, spitting a few curses as you got ready to re-wipe the window. You had a feeling that spoiled omegans were going to be difficult.

Hours pass and it’s time to clean their bedrooms. Apparently, they should all be out at this time, working on whatever projects or endeavors they’re famous for which is why you were surprised when you walked into the spacious bedroom, and saw piercing blue eyes narrowing at you. The sweet smell contrasted with the aura of the platinum haired male.

“Get out.”

You didn’t hesitate to comply, saving the room for later and heading to the bedroom next to it. You walk into another spacious bedroom. You could hear the shower running through the door of the bathroom. You decide to rush through the already semi cleaned room so you could get it over with considering you already had another bedroom to come back to.

Tidying the spaces that needed a touch up, you pause when you hear the click of the door opening, not noticing the shower had stopped a few minutes before.

An instant sweet aroma mixed with a fresh scent fumed into your vicinity as you turned towards the male who was holding a towel around his waist. You yelp once he removes the towel, rubbing it against his hair as you turn to grab your equipment.

“Sh-! Uh… I’m sorry!” You say as you rush to the exit, only for a hand to grab your wrist. You kept your gaze down toward the door, not wanting to catch a case.

“Hey, wait. You’re Y/n, right?” He questioned with his index finger and thumb rubbing his chin. His grip only tightened when you nodded your head, gasping as he pulled you into a moist hug. Your eyes are wide as you pause in surprise, the warmth of his body radiating off of him as well as the fumes engulfing your nostrils. His arms snaked around your waist as his face nuzzled in your neck. You ignore the feeling of his limp bulge against your covered thigh. You stare at him with disbelief once he pulls back with a closed eyed smile.

“Kazutora.” He says before he turns around, towel still in hand as he walks to his walk in closet, disappearing into the smaller room. You breathe out heavily as you run out of the room, face warm as you place your hand on your chest.

You couldn’t believe how close he got to you, naked and all. How familiar he acted even though you only just met. You rub a hand over your head as you wipe off any residue shower water, your shirt slightly stained. Once you finished the other bedrooms, you pushed your anxiety to the side to knock on the scarred man’s door. When he didn’t answer after the third knock, you entered anyway. Eager to get done with cleaning for the night so you could eat dinner.

When you saw the room was empty, you began your process, unknown to the prowling eyes on you from the cracked door of the bathroom. You could smell him but you thought it was because you were in his bedroom. You jump when you hear something break. Turning around you eyed Sanzu with confusion as he stood there with his arms crossed.

“Why did you break that?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“You know I didn’t break that.” You say, missing the glint in his eyes towards your response.

He walks over to a pillar and pushes the vase off. You gasp as you look back at him.

“You’re not a very good maid. So clumsy.” He hissed before yelling for the head maid.

“Yes!” She says when she all but runs to the doorway.

“Look at the mess your new maid has made.” He points to the broken objects. She apologizes on behalf of you before she walks to the storage room to grab a dustpan and broom. You glare at him when he glares at you.

“Such vile creatures you alphas are.” He says before walking out of the room. The head maid runs back into the room, handing you one of the brooms and a dustpan.

“Don’t take it to heart, they taunt the new alphas everytime. You just have to be careful so you don’t end up like the last maid.” She informs you.

“Didn’t she spy on them?” You question as you sweep the mess. She shakes her head.

“Oh no. She wasn’t like that. Not at all. They… well… just be careful Y/n. Try not to gain any more attention than you already have.” You pause from her vague response.

“Can you please tell me? I need to know what to look out for.” She looks up at you before sighing.

“Alright, but you didn’t hear this from me. Apparently, much like you, an alpha was hired as a maid. Unfortunately, they didn’t seem to like her, not that many omegas like alphas initially. Instead of firing her, they made her job harder any chance they got. I guess they got bored of their game considering they set her up, resulting in castration and jail time.”

You gasp. You knew how omegas were but to be at such a risk was terrifying.

“There’s not really a way to dodge them once their minds are set but just try to stay in your lane and just get your job done.”

After dinner, you head to your room to shower and get in bed, searching for the old maid as you feed your fears. You fall into darkness, awaiting for a new day.

A couple weeks pass and time goes smoother than you thought. Besides a little teasing from the twins, you survived two weeks of living in this mansion. Nobody seemed to bother you thankfully. You continued to dodge the men as you completed your daily chores. Having succeeded for the two weeks you felt as though you finally had a little room to breathe. Although you weren’t bothered, you couldn’t help but feel eyes on you everyday. You always ignored the feeling.

The day was finished and you went to take your routined shower, basking in the warmth of the water with your eyes closed. Once you were finished, you turned the faucet off and pulled the curtain back, screaming once you pulled it to cover you once more. Your hand trembled as your eyes were wide, the intruder’s hand gripping the curtain to pull it back as you kept it in place.

“Hey, what are you so shy for?” Kazutora questions with a chuckle.

“What are you doing in my bathroom?” You exclaim, smelling the scent he’s letting off as he fills the room. You cover your nose as you gripped the curtain harder. You yelp when you see him pulling it from the other side, snatching your towel quickly as you cover yourself and hop out of the shower.

“Well, I was bored.” He shrugged as he looked you up and down. “

“C-can you get out? Now!” You growl, frustrated with the situation as you cover your nose once more.

“Why?” His smile drops. “What’s up with the tone?”

You pass him as you walk into your bedroom, turning back to face him.

“K-Kazutora, can you please leave? Just let me change real quick.”

His smile returned, “You’re kinda cute when you’re all flustered. It’s only fair I get to see you naked since you walked in on me.”

“You know that was an accident. That’s not even how it we-. Okay, just please turn around if you’re going to stay here.” You say. He sighs before placing his hands on his hips and turning in the opposite direction.

You quickly dried your body as you frantically put your pajamas on.

“Alright, I’m done.” He turns back around to face you. “Now, what can I do for you?”

Before he answers, Mikey walks into your room as Kazutora hops on your bed. The blonde follows behind.

“What the h-! What is going on? Why are you both in my room?” You had to keep your nose covered from the aroma covering your room by the two men, as if they were scenting your room.

“For you to entertain us.” You shook your head.

“I don’t know what you want me to do so there’s nothing I can do. I have to wake up early to complete my job so…” The door opens revealing another blonde who enters your room, sitting next to Mikey as he leans his head on his shoulder, another smell adding to the fumes.

Following after him were the twins who strolled into the room, one sitting at your desk while the other sat on the dresser. You cover your nose with both hands as you eye the newcomers.

“Look, I know you all probably don’t like me and want to get rid of me like you did the other maid. I can stay in my lane and we don’t even need to cross paths.”

“Are you telling us what to do?” Rin asks in an accusatory manner. Your eyes widen as the omegans glare at you.

“No! I-I’m stating my peace! I’m just trying to work.”

“Why should alphas like you get to work? You’re nothing but breeders.” Sanzu hissed as his fumes became higher. Your face becomes warm as you begin to feel light headed.

“You’re all such weak little things. Look at you.” Ran says as he gives off more of his scent. At this point you’re beginning to see stars as you try not to lose to your instincts, fighting off the rut that’s beginning to come forth.

“What’s the matter, Y/n?” Kazutora questions with a fake look of concern, fumes adding to the rest of the scents as you could barely breathe, sweat dripping down your skin.

Mikey gazes at you quietly with narrowed eyes, studying your movement as your vision becomes blurred.

“It’s only a matter of time before you pounce, so just give in.”

You immediately dash out of the room, running down the hall to the maid’s floor as you remove your hand from your mouth, stopping in front of her door to knock frantically. She opens it, gazing at you with concern. You pant heavily as your hands are on your knees.

“They scented my room. Where else can I sleep? Fortunately with her being a beta, you both switched rooms for the night. You didn’t sleep much, too caught up with your thoughts as you couldn’t believe how you almost went into a rut just by the intense scents. You looked up different rut suppressants, ordering some over the counter after a late night trip to the nearest store. Once you took it, you were finally able to fall asleep.

Few more weeks passed and it’s finally been a month since you moved in, the suppressants helping whenever they used their scents against you. No doubt it caused frustration for the men. They made more messes as well as just being plain rude. They switched the liquid of your cleaners with juice as well as causing messes where you already cleaned. They finally left you alone when they saw none of it was working.

Thinking they gave up, you continued on with your job. Dodging them every chance you got as well as getting used to their schedules so you didn’t run into them. You kept reminding yourself that the pay was worth it until it’s time to go. If only you would’ve noticed the way some of your dirty clothes would disappear or the pairs of eyes on you while you slept. You thought the little knick knacks or random clothing that showed up mysteriously in your room was from the maid, never really having that happen before. You didn’t really know why the other maids began to distance themselves, unknown to the threats that would occur whenever they would come too close.

“Y/n, I need to talk to you.” The head maid states, pulling you to the side out of the kitchen with the chefs.

“What is it?” You ask.

“Y-you need to watch your back.” Your eyebrows furrow. They’ve been leaving you alone so you have no idea what the problem is.

“I think the guys are courting you.” Your eyes widen.

You didn’t know much about courting except that it was a way for alphas to show affection to omegans. Traditionally, not the other way around though it does happen. Omegans have only been doing so to other omegans.

“What? How? Why would they do that?”

“I’ve caught them in your room while-!” Her name was called from a distance.

“I-I’ll tell you later. Just be mindful of your surroundings.” She says before walking off. Your eyebrows furrow as you follow her figure, standing in place.

The next day, her body was found on the ground next to the mansion in a bloody puddle. It was deemed a suicide considering the open window. You mourned for your one and only friend of the house, surprised when a hand was placed on your shoulder as a way to comfort you by Mikey.

One day, your suppressants went missing, causing you to not take them for a few days because you never had time considering you would immediately go to bed after you showered when the chores were finished. Considering they stopped messing with you, the need for the suppressants went out the door. You think back to what the maid was trying to tell you from time to time, not really believing that omegas could have a crush on an alpha like you. There was no reason too, especially since they’re celebrities.

You had just finished showering and getting dressed for bed before a knock on your door echoed. When you opened the door you eyed the omegan maid in confusion.

“Come with me.” She states as she walks off, you following behind.

When you stop in front of the door, she giggles.

“You’re a very lucky alpha.” She says before she opens the door and pushes you in, shutting and locking it behind you. You fall, kneeling to the ground as you look up. Your hands cover your mouth and nose as the fumes take over, the sight in front of you causing your eyes to widen.

The sweet mix of different aromas meet your nostrils as it goes straight to your clit, the intensity of the smell overwhelming you as the air is thick with omegan heat fumes. Panting men lay on a large bed in front of you as they desperately touch themselves, loads of slick everywhere as you hear moans and whimpers.

You’ve never experienced anything like this, desperately clawing at the door as you stand up on your trembling legs. You turn around, kicking the door as you struggle with opening the knob.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Let me out, please!” You realized you’ve been set up, now afraid of castration as you try to keep yourself under control.

“Alpha?” Your breath hitched at the soft voice. Now that you’ve been noticed, you repeatedly kick the door harder as you try to break out.

The scents thicken as you avoid turning around, too scared to eye the vulnerable men. Your head hits the door as tears fall out, sliding down on your knees as you try to keep it together. You jump when a wet hand touches your jaw, forcing you to look into dark eyes.

You tense as you smell the residue slick against your face, tightening the grip over your nose and mouth as the fumes become stronger from Mikey’s closeness. He uses his thumbs to wipe away the tears as he pants, face red with sweat wetting his hair.

“Stop crying.” You want to move his hands away from you and try to break the door down, but if you move your hands you will surely go into a rut.

You hear a moan coming from the bed, the scarred man fingering himself fast as you could hear the squelching of his wet anus.

“Touch me, Alpha!” He demands with his head fallen back. You bite your lip under your hands, pressing yourself against the door as you smell Sanzu’s fumes become stronger, an attempt at luring you in. It almost works, his voice going straight to your core causing an ache to form.

A pain forming from kneeling, you plant your bottom on the floor, preparing to cover your whole face until Mikey pushes his body in between your legs, his hands grabbing your wrists as leans over to your ear.

“I want you to mark me, alpha.”

You shift your gaze to the loud moan coming from the bed, Kazutora face down, ass up with his head looking behind toward you. His heavy lidded eyes are feral as he stares at you, fingers engulfed in his hole as he tugs his hard on, milking his cock as you watch the slick drip on the bed that you now notice has some of your clothes.

You turn your gaze to Ran who is gazing at you while sitting on the bed, rubbing his cock as he bucks his hips, panting with an aroused expression. You could smell all of them from where you sat. Rin kneels in front of you as he hugs your waist before picking you up, carrying you to the bed as you struggle against his grip, tossing you in the middle as you're surrounded by the men in heat.

You shut your eyes tightly, your hands being ripped from your nose and mouth by him.

“You’re taking too long.” He hissed before he pinned your wrists above your head.

“Stop! You don’t want this!” You yell as your shirt is torn by Sanzu, your pants being tugged down by Mikey.

“Please! I don’t want to be castrated or binded!” You exclaim, tears falling as you feel your rut being triggered by all of the overwhelming fumes.

Two palms grab your face from behind as you gaze above you with teary eyes, residue slick from his hands rubbing against your face.

“We’ll protect you, alpha.” Kazutora gives a dazed smile before his lips meet yours, your eyes wide as his neck blocks your view. The color in your eyes dim as you fight off the rut to the best of your abilities, the instincts taking over as your pupils dilate.

Once Kazutora pulls back, you gasp at the feeling of a thick girth entering your pussy. Glazed over purple eyes stare down at you while his hips pull back before shoving back into you. Ran leans over as one of his hands reaches behind your neck as his face nuzzles on the opposite side.

“I couldn’t wait, alpha. S’ fucking good.” He rutts inside of you, not bothering to go slow as you grunt and moan, eyes shutting closed tightly. His beautiful moans reach your ear as well as the other omegans who were touching themselves by the heated sight, waiting their turn. Kazutora and Rin grab your hands, circling your fingers around their cocks as they thrust desperately against your hands.

After a while, Ran pulls out of you, picking you up before you are turned over on all fours. Sanzu positioned himself under you as he forced you to drop on his cock. Ran’s wet cock easing into your ass as it stretches, the slick on him making it less painful. They both release moans as they buck their hips. You pant against Sanzu’s neck, trying not to lose it.

“Bite me. Make me yours alpha.” Sanzu says against your ear as he moves your hand to wrap it around his throat. Your fangs come out, biting your lip to prevent yourself from tying any bonds no matter how tempted you were to do it. Blood drips on his shoulder from your lip as they accelerate their speed.

Your hand grips his neck causing him to moan out your name. You curse as your body rocks in between them, both men going harder as the slick oozes out of your holes.

“God, you want it so bad Y/n. I can smell it from you.” Kazutora groans as his head falls back, his hand tugging his erection as he breathes heavily. Mikey shifts to kneeling beside your face.

“His neck is bare for you. How could you pass the opportunity for such a pretty omega?” You whimper against Sanzu’s skin, whispering, “Fuck!”

“I’ll be so good for you, alpha.”

“Please!” You beg for them to stop with their words.

“Come on, Y/n. We’re giving you permission.” Rin breathes out as he rubs his wet cock. Finally, your eyes darken, panting, you insert your fangs into Sanzu’s neck, drawing out a loud whine from him.

“Yes, alpha!”

By the end of their assault, you had ended up losing your senses to your rut, marking each of their necks as they all pounded into you. You were knocked out, lying in the bed full of nests made by your own clothes mixed in with theirs. You were scented as you breathed heavily stuck in a deep slumber. They are bound to you forever as you are to them. Your position as a maid was dropped now that you are living with them for good. Your worst nightmare came true and now you’re stuck to be the omegan’s alpha. Your own freedom has been ripped from you, though at least you weren’t castrated.

[macsimagines]

Yandere toman [draken, mikey, baji, chifuyu, mitsuya] but everyone bar darling is an alpha.

Please forgive my lack of clarification 😅

(Ok so I'll do this because of all the confusion but next time, please read carefully because I did ask only three and i did ask you to specify multiple times. try to be courteous next time)

TW: ABO, Breeding kinks, Smell kink, Stalking and generally ruuuude behavior.

Alpha!Mikey

Smells like iron and blood. Others hate it but its such a powerful and intimidating scent that others know to back the hell off.

You were Mikey's first. He's a prime alpha and when he smelled you as a child when you first met he knew you were gonna be his it was like an unspoken rule.

Strangers are surprised he's a prime alpha with his baby face but Toman knew there was never gonna be any other way.

You being an Omega was also a no brainer. He'd been preparing you since your children to match his designation, he wasn't going to accept anything less.

Slowly he started to build his pack. It wasn't that he had any biases for the other genders, but he did have preference for alphas. Ruling over a powerful group of apex predators made him feel like a real beast.

Mikey isn't as possessive over you as one would think. Everyone in the pack belongs to him and therefore he groups you all together. He likes it when you smell like the others because he makes the others smell like him. All the scents mingling really pleases him.

Favorite thing to do is to hold you still while one of the other's scents and marks you. He wants you to smell like all of his men and he wants his men to smell like you.

Really likes watching you get drunk off the collective pheromones. Thinks your flushed face as you get high off of it is the biggest turn on.

You're such a good omega, your body knowing that your alphas are all gonna make you feel so good. And that's another big thing, his pack needs to be servicing you and him.

There's so much love to go around you'll never feel the need to leave...

He loves it when you nest and you've got two or three of his alphas there to protect you. Such a good pack looking out for the Omega

Alpha!Draken

Smells like fresh cut grass, so soothing and calming.

Submits to only Mikey. Everyone else can go die, but he does make an exception for you. He likes to let you scent him more than he does Mikey because you're so gentle when you rub against his neck.

Is very perceptive of smells though, the second he gets a whiff of someone not Pack on you he's quick to memorize the scent and wipe it away with his own.

That punk better hope to god Draken never finds him, Toman's Omega needs to smell like Toman and he's got no right to fuck with you.

Knows his place is keeping everyone in line, and keeping you pleased and safe, makes sure they all know that too. If you're feeling scared he's making sure that the Pack alphas have you surrounded and protected.

Makes sure you fulfil your job as well though. The Pack needs their omega ready for them and he's got you presenting and ready for whoever needs you. Makes sure to clean you up but also keep you stuffed.

Mikey likes to know Toman is taking care of it's sweet girl, and Draken is such a good boy he makes sure their leader can see that his Omega is well full of her alphas.

But this boy also takes his rewards too. He gets second dibs after Mikey when your heat hits and your nest is guarded and ran by him. No one gets in without Draken saying its ok and if you haven't earned the privilege then fuck right off.

Yandere!Baji

Somehow smells like a car crash. A huge warning sign about him.

Takes no shit type of Alpha. He very rarely submits voluntarily because he wants to be made to submit. You want to be in charge or on top then prove it to him.

Is constantly scenting you, and has gotten checked by Mikey and Draken multiple times. It's not his fault his scent is so strong right?

Needs his omega often. You're his stress relief and he's such a good alpha that he deserves it right?

You want a knot? He's there to give it. Also gets into trouble for not asking permission to have his way with the omega.

Can't stand other alphas outside of the pack being near you, nearly tore off Pah's arms for holding out his hand to you when you tripped.

Gets into huge trouble for not asking permission to be in your nest. You've bitten him multiple times and Mikey's kicked him across the room for not listening.

Subconciously scents everyone's possessions. Everyone's bikes, their jackets and bags. Everything. He needs people to know who they're dealing with.

At least he's good at warding people off.

Alpha! Chifuyu

Smells like citrus. Lemons and Oranges so fresh and clean.

Suuuuuch a good boi. Always chirping after you, making sure you've got food and blankets for your nest.

Very responsible alpha! Also very good at submitting to the others. Knows his place and sometimes is rewarded with second dibs during your heat. (Mikey is always first)

BUT he is also the residential snitch. Caught you scenting someone else? He's telling the others immediately, doesn't matter if it was your kid cousin thats NOT ok.

Has got a tracker on your phone, and makes sure the other's can see where you're going.

Finds out you're alone and without one of them and makes sure he's there or one of the others knows you're unsupervised.

Goes crying to Baji when you try to give him the cold shoulder for being a good Alpha, then lets Baji talk him into knotting and scent marking you to teach you a lesson in loyalty.

Really like's it when you scent him, and when you don't he eats you out so he can smell like you for the rest of the day.

Really really really like eating you out after everyone else got to have you. Especially licking you clean after Baji. You all taste so good he can't help it!!

Alpha!Mitsuya

Very weird smell of clean linen and paint chemicals, but it works.

Makes a lot of your sweaters and when he doesn't do that he's approving of your wardrobe first before you wear it. He wants to make sure your clothes are comfortable and markable. Certain fabrics retain their smells longer.

Is in charge of your nesting materials and makes sure it gets delivered and scented by all the alphas before giving them to you.

Has on occasion helped build your nest. Mikey and Baji get jealous but Draken actually defends him stating he know what he's doing.

Has the most important job of panty patrol, where he takes whatever undies you've been wearing that day and delivers them out to the other alphas.

Mikey gets first dibs on the one's when you're about to go into heat because those are his favorites.

Feeds you often like a good alpha should, after making dinner for his family and of course you.

Usually takes you to the other alphas because you can't be trusted to not wonder off and they're not reliable about sharing you with each other.

He's got the biggest breeding kink out of all the others though. Seeing you with his sisters makes him want puppies out of you the most...

[d4m14rt]

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Morphus ( Bonten x male reader ) ( omegaverse )

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[sjkarma]

✿ A small drawing as the cover of my fanfic. I wanted to capture this light melancholy to describe how Mikey feels at the moment. But also to give you an idea of the atmosphere my fanfic will have.

Pairing: Takemichi x Mikey

Genre: Omegaverse, angst, everyday life, romance, psychological trauma

Side pairing: Shinichiro x Wakasa & Kakucho x Izana

Side character: Emma, Draken, Chifuyu, Baji, Kazutora, Mitsuya, A-Kun

My character in FanFic: Sano Mikky

"It’s hard when you’re an omega who can’t find peace either among your family or your friends. It’s hard when you have problems with your parents. It’s hard when you can’t accept your existence, when you don’t understand your own feelings. When you just want to disappear. That’s why it’s nice when there’s a bright shining Sun beside you, ready to show you the right path and make you happy."

:･ﾟ✧ Harsh Wind, Warm Sun ✧:･ﾟ

The hot drops falling from the shower endlessly cascaded over the curled-up body of the omega, enveloping his skin with searing warmth. The water streamed down his back, disappearing across the cold tiles, as Mikey sat motionless on the floor, his hands resting loosely on his knees. His wet hair clung to his face, concealing his gaze, which was lost in the pattern of the tiles in front of him. He wasn’t thinking about anything in particular, yet he felt a heaviness in his mind—as though fatigue and tension had merged into something indescribable.

The pain in his back was dull but constant—a reminder of something he couldn’t escape. He tried to ignore it, letting the hot water ease the tension, but he knew it wasn’t enough. His muscles were stiff, his breathing uneven, as if each breath drained him even more.

His vision blurred for a moment, thoughts spinning around how long he had been sitting there. Time seemed to lose meaning—the only thing that mattered was the warm stream keeping him on the brink of some fragile sense of peace. He knew he needed to get up, to return to reality, but his body refused to obey. Any movement would bring a new wave of exhaustion and discomfort, and he simply couldn’t face it.

A quiet sigh escaped his lips as his eyelids slowly drooped over his tired eyes. He took a deep breath, letting the warm air of the bathroom fill his lungs, but the heaviness in his body remained. The hot water and solitude couldn’t wash away the deep-seated fatigue that had settled within him.

The moments of stillness, however, were interrupted by a faint knock on the door. The dull sound seemed to pull him out of his thoughts. His head turned slowly toward the source of the noise. — Manjiro? Are you okay? - his brother’s familiar, slightly worried voice came from the other side. - You’ve been in there too long. Did you fall asleep?

Mikey stayed silent for a moment, his lips curving into a faint smile as he listened. Shinichiro never missed a chance to distract him, even in the grayest of moments. — I’m fine, Shin-nii, - he finally replied after a slight delay. - I was just thinking. Don’t worry, I’ll be out soon! — Don’t do that. One day, if you don’t answer me, I’ll have to break the door down to make sure you haven’t drowned! - Shin laughed softly, adding a hint of humor that always managed to lighten the mood.

Mikey chuckled under his breath, even though he knew his brother couldn’t see him — Come on, get ready. Didn’t you say you wanted to go out? Emma will be upset if she ends up cooking just for you again! — Yeah, yeah, I got it. I’ll be out soon!

He heard Shin’s quiet footsteps retreating from the door, leaving Mikey alone once more. The room fell silent again, broken only by the sound of the water drops falling from the shower.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Mikey tried to clear his mind. Slowly, his hands moved to brush the wet hair away from his face before he turned off the hot water. A wave of dizziness hit him—the heat had dulled his senses. His skin was flushed, his back aching slightly from the uncomfortable position he’d been sitting in.

With a final effort, he stood up, taking a few unsteady steps as he reached for his robe. But something in the bathroom caught his eye, and his heart seemed to skip a beat.

The mirror.

It stood there above the sink, uncovered this time. Mikey froze. His gaze involuntarily landed on the reflection—his reddened face, dazed expression, the steam shrouding everything like a heavy veil. He couldn’t bear it.

It stood there, over the sink, uncovered this time. Mikey froze. His gaze involuntarily stopped on the reflection—his flushed face, the dazed look in his eyes, and the steam that surrounded everything like a heavy veil. He couldn’t bear it.

Clenching his teeth, he turned his head away and cursed quietly. He quickly left the bathroom, feeling the cold air hit his overheated body. The fabric of the robe wrapped around him softly, bringing slight relief. Finally, he could breathe again.

Mikey slumped onto the bed, letting the cold calm him. The temperature in his body gradually normalized, but the heaviness inside him didn’t fade.

A few minutes later, as the warmth from the shower began to dissipate and the steam, like a gentle cloud, vanished, Manjiro felt lighter, his heartbeat slowing into a steady rhythm. The redness in his cheeks faded, and the mirror that had troubled him earlier was left behind in the bathroom, rendered insignificant. He chuckled softly at himself, thinking it might finally be time to get rid of it for good. There was no reason to keep it. If anyone asked why, he’d simply say he didn’t like seeing himself naked while showering. No further explanations were necessary.

The day outside was clear, with gentle sunbeams caressing the room’s walls. Shinichiro had apparently drawn the curtains back to let the light in. That small gesture, which Manjiro always quietly appreciated, was more than just pulling back a curtain. It was a moment of peace that filled his soul with warmth, like a comforting embrace. It was hard to explain why such small acts brought him such relief. They gave him a sense of safety and warmth that he couldn’t find anywhere else.

Slowly, he dressed in lighter clothes that would allow him to feel the sun’s warmth. As his body straightened, he still felt the residual heat lingering around the room. Without realizing it, he found himself in the kitchen, already enveloped in the familiar scents of family life. The aroma of a home-cooked meal wafting through the house refreshed him like a cool breeze. As always, it was thanks to Emma, who had a way of preparing dishes that not only satisfied but also carried the comfort of home.

Unexpectedly, as he opened the kitchen door, Manjiro caught the presence of Emma’s helper—the familiar, subtle scent of lavender blended with something sweet and fresh, almost like plums, which he couldn’t mistake. It was a scent he knew well, one that brought a sense of calm and stability — Well, look who finally decided to come out of his room, - the white-haired omega said with a mildly disapproving but calm tone as they placed the last plate on the table. Emma, meanwhile, was pulling cold juice bottles out of the fridge, smiling at the lively noise filling the space. - I thought I’d have to cook something for you if you decided to sleep after your shower. — That wouldn’t have been necessary, Iza-nii, - Manjiro replied in a slightly teasing tone, smiling as he glanced at the table. The aromas from the dishes blended together, creating a cozy, almost magical atmosphere. - Because I know you’d make my portion and just tell me to warm it up. — Don’t be so sure of yourself, - came the calm but slightly annoyed response, with a glance toward the open door. Izana raised an eyebrow, their eyes locking onto Mikey, who was already making his way to the table. - Shinichiro! Hurry up, we’re not waiting for you forever! Even Mikey showed up faster than you!

Izana spoke in that slightly condescending yet detail-oriented tone that everyone recognized. When he turned to Shinichiro, for a moment, Shinichiro felt like a child being scolded, even though he wasn’t at fault. It was strange how Izana could sometimes make him feel that way. But now wasn’t the time for such thoughts, right?

Shinichiro, for his part, had just arrived, and their eyes met briefly. His face, despite attempting to remain calm, betrayed a hint of tension. Late, as always, yet he knew this wasn’t just an ordinary situation. The unease about something he couldn’t quite put into words lingered.

Emma, sitting on the floor with her cup, simply laughed, her eyes sparkling with playful mischief. To her, these moments were merely amusing—a kind of daily routine that filled her heart with laughter and joy. While she didn’t take sides, she always found a way to see the humor in things. — You’ll probably make us laugh when you explain why you couldn’t show up sooner, Shinichiro, -  she said with a slightly teasing smile, watching as he finally took a seat at the table.

Their grandfather, Mansaku Sano, was already in his usual spot, seated with a newspaper in hand. He didn’t interfere in their conversations, preferring to watch quietly from the sidelines with a smile on his face. He was simply there—still and silent.

Manjiro glanced at him and felt that familiar sense of calm that only his grandfather’s presence could create. Sometimes, Manjiro wasn’t sure if his grandfather truly noticed all these small moments of tension that passed through their home. But that didn’t matter. His presence alone was like the warmth of the midday sun—quiet but comforting, and always in the right place.

These moments... Yes, they meant so much to Manjiro. And though he couldn’t express it or feel confident enough to admit it aloud, they were the light in his days. Especially when sleepless nights kept him awake, his thoughts tormenting him. Or when he stood under the hot shower, consumed by reflection—a strange balance between solitude and the need for connection. But these moments—when the whole family gathered around the table—he cherished them deeply in his heart as something truly priceless.

Seated in their places and having said the customary prayer before eating, the moment was filled with warmth and their characteristic casual chatter. While their grandfather ate quietly and read his newspaper, Izana and Shinichiro began their usual discussions.

Izana, with his seriousness and sharp mind, often seemed like the older brother in spirit. Yet, when it came to witty remarks or playful challenges, he couldn’t resist teasing Shinichiro.

Shinichiro, on the other hand, though not the strongest physically, had a charisma that earned everyone’s respect. His natural leadership and calm confidence made him loved not just by his family but by those outside it as well.

The mealtime was filled with lively conversations and banter that brightened the moment. Shinichiro and Manjiro always found ways to bring humor and freshness to the atmosphere, dispelling any tension.

Emma and Mansaku listened with smiles, occasionally joining in with brief comments. Their grandfather, who seemed engrossed in his meal and newspaper, would sneak glances at them, his eyes subtly radiating affection and pride.

When the meal was over and everyone began clearing the table, Emma's behavior was noticeably different. She moved quickly, with a hurriedness she rarely displayed. Slightly tense, she urged her brothers to hurry so they could finish as soon as possible. Izana raised an eyebrow, observing her actions with barely concealed surprise, while Mikey continued at his usual pace, seemingly unbothered. — Emma, why are you rushing so much? - Shinichiro finally asked, clearly intrigued by her change in behavior.

Mikey turned to his sister with mild curiosity, while Izana, who had been holding back, answered instead: — Emma's in a hurry for us to go out together so I can help her pick a birthday gift for Draken.-  His tone carried a hint of irritation, and Emma visibly blushed, lowering her head.

Shinichiro studied her expression before commenting with a half-smile: — A birthday gift? Isn't it a bit early for that?

Emma frowned slightly, patting Izana on the shoulder in annoyance at his tone. Her cheeks flushed as she tried to stay composed. — You don't understand! - she exclaimed, her face reddening further. Her gaze dropped to the table, as if seeking solace in the woodgrain patterns. After a brief pause, she added softly, — I know it's the end of January. I know there's still time until his birthday, but... -  Her words hung in the air. She bit her lip, seemingly struggling to continue. - But I want to give him something truly beautiful. Something that will remind him of me. After all, when he turns 17...

Silence. The atmosphere in the kitchen shifted. What had started as a casual conversation now carried an unspoken weight. Shinichiro looked slightly embarrassed, realizing his question had been sharper than intended. He diverted his gaze to the sink, as if seeking an excuse to avoid breaking the silence — You don’t have to worry so much. - Izana’s voice was softer this time, almost warm. He stepped closer to his sister, placing a hand on her shoulder. - Whatever you give him, I’m sure he’ll like it. Besides, I’m here to help you. -  He shrugged, casting a casual glance toward Mikey. - Otherwise, you’d have to rely on these two—Shinichiro and Mikey. And they’re... useless.

His sarcasm was understated, but his words seemed to calm Emma. She took a step forward and unexpectedly hugged him, burying her face in his chest. Izana looked visibly flustered, his lips twitching as if to say something, but he remained silent. Instead, he placed a hand on her head, awkwardly patting it. — Alright, enough. You don’t always have to hug me, - he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, but she could sense his slight discomfort. — Thank you, Izana. - Her quiet voice came from where her face was nestled.

Shinichiro, who was washing dishes, allowed himself a faint smile. He left them in peace, clearing the table in their stead.

Mikey, tense as a bowstring, watched the scene from the sidelines without saying a word. The warmth of the kitchen and the gentle atmosphere surrounding his siblings seemed to envelop him, but he couldn’t relax. Every word related to Draken’s birthday was like a punch to his gut.

"May 10."

The date echoed in his mind like a relentless refrain, something he couldn’t escape. He felt his heart tighten, the air in the room growing heavy, as though invisible walls were closing in on him.

He pressed his lips together to keep his unease from showing, but his chest constricted, and his palms began to sweat. Izana’s words seemed to fade into the distance, drowned out by his own pulse pounding in his ears.

"I need to get out. Now." While Izana and Emma continued their conversation, he stood up almost mechanically, moving like a shadow. He carefully avoided others’ gazes—his steps were light, almost soundless, as if he feared someone might stop him. His heart pounded so hard that his chest seemed to resonate with tension. The only echo in his mind was: "Draken... his birthday... I can't..."

When he finally stepped out of the kitchen and into the hallway, Mikey leaned against the wall, as though every step he had taken had drained all his strength. His breath was ragged, and his hands trembled as he pressed them against his face. It felt as if panic was enveloping him like a dark wave, rising higher and higher, threatening to swallow him whole.

"I can't think about it..." he whispered to himself, his words barely audible. He wanted to escape these thoughts, to hide in some quiet corner where no one could find him. The pain was raw, like an old wound reopening. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to calm the storm in his mind. "I just need to breathe... go outside..."

Before he realized it, his hands were already on the door, and the cool air outside washed over him like a gentle touch. Yet instead of calming him, it only emphasized the emptiness in his chest. Mikey leaned against the railing in front of the house, looking down at the street, trying to steady his breathing.

Draken had been his best friend. Truly, his best friend. He always found a way to pull Mikey out of the darkness whenever he was sinking into it. Draken had been like a steady pillar in his life—a moral compass that helped him not to lose himself. Without him, Mikey wouldn't be the person he was today.

But the mention of Draken’s birthday was like a knife slicing deeply through his thoughts. It was a trigger that made his entire being tense up, as though preparing for a battle—one that, however, was raging within him.

That’s why Mikey had ended up outside. He didn’t have the strength to stay indoors. He needed air, movement, anything to stop the whirlwind of thoughts consuming him.

His breathing slowly began to normalize, and the heat coursing through him gradually gave way to a sense of coolness. His heart, which had been pounding like a drum moments ago, started to calm down. Mikey relaxed, allowing himself to sit on the ground, placing a hand on his chest as if to feel that his pulse was no longer so insistent.

He leaned back against the railing, closing his eyes for a moment, hoping that even a single minute of peace would be enough. "Just one minute," he thought, trying to ignore the thoughts still entangling his mind. But even in the silence of this moment, the weight of memories continued to press on him.

When the minute of silence was over, feeling his breath fully returned to normal, Mikey slowly got up, brushing off invisible specks of dust from his clothes. He looked at the small yard in front of his home. Everything was as quiet as always, but instead of offering comfort, the silence weighed on him. He needed something, anything—even just a walk to distract him.

"Maybe the pharmacy," he thought, though it was a strange choice. He didn’t need any pills, but ever since Izana had been with them, those small errands had turned into a routine task. A habit he hadn’t given up, even though there was no longer any need for it.

For a few seconds, Mikey took a deep breath, trying to bring his body back to "normal." Slowly, he moved away from the house, and when he crossed the threshold, he paused for a moment. He stood with his back to the house, head bowed, as if the weight of his thoughts was pressing down on him. He shoved his hands into his pants’ pockets and took the first steps that distanced him from the only place where he had ever felt peace.

Even though he claimed he wanted to go for a walk to the pharmacy, his movements were mechanical. The streets, the buildings, the path—everything was so familiar that this couldn’t be called a walk. But it was still better than shutting himself away somewhere and trying to tame his thoughts.

Soon, he would have a meeting with the boys from “Toman”, which meant he had to maintain control. He was their leader—and as a dominant omega, he had no right to show weakness. The expectations placed on him were immense. It would’ve been different if Mikey had been an alpha—but he wasn’t. And that only made everything more complicated.

Absorbed in these thoughts, Mikey didn’t notice how quickly he’d reached the pharmacy. A quiet chime accompanied the door opening, announcing his entrance. Inside, it was calm—a woman was browsing medications while an employee at the corner was organizing products near the section for alphas and omegas. Without wasting time, Mikey headed toward the shelf where the pills he needed were stored.

Izana was a special case when it came to suppressants. His body reacted differently to standard medications designed for omegas, creating a number of problems. Instead of stabilizing his pheromones and alleviating the symptoms of his heat, regular pills caused unwanted side effects like headaches, dizziness, or even extreme fatigue. This forced Shinichiro to search for specialized medication, which was rarely stocked in pharmacies.

These suppressants were designed for omegas with sensitive or unique biological traits, making their production limited. That’s why Mikey had grown used to checking pharmacies, hoping to find the right pills for Izana. Even though these medications were expensive, it was crucial for them to keep a supply—not only to avoid crises but also to ensure Izana’s comfort throughout his heat.

As for Shinichiro, he always preferred to buy Mikey’s suppressants from a specific place where they were familiar with his case and could offer the most effective medication. Mikey didn’t mind picking up pills for himself, but he was used to his brother taking care of it. This was yet another sign of Shinichiro’s attentiveness and care, always prioritizing his family’s needs.

While carefully inspecting the pills, faint voices from the other side of the shelf caught his attention. The conversation wasn’t meant for others to hear, but in the quiet pharmacy, the sound seemed to carry everywhere.

The voices belonged to two boys whom Mikey easily identified as betas by their weak pheromones. — Did you hear what happened recently? - one of the boys started quietly, though irritation laced his tone. - Another alpha was accused of attacking a regular person! And they’re excusing it because he was in ‘rut’ and couldn’t control himself. Why should we, normal people, have to suffer because of their problems?

The other boy immediately chimed in, his words dripping with bitterness: — Exactly! What if that happens to one of us? No one’s going to protect us, right? It’s like our lives don’t matter… With every passing comment that reached his ears, Mikey felt his anger steadily rising. His brows furrowed, his jaw clenched, and he bit his lip in an effort to suppress the storm brewing inside him. "You have no idea," he thought bitterly, his fingers tightening around the box of pills in his hand.

He could easily show them what it meant to be a dominant omega—just with his pheromones, he could force them into silence, maybe even onto their knees, stammering apologies. But right now, that wasn’t an option.

Or maybe he should just turn around and hit them. One solid punch would be enough to put an end to their stupid chatter. But... no. Not today.

Today wasn’t a “safe” day to hurt someone. If he happened to run into Draken later, the last thing he needed was another long lecture about self-control. Mikey wasn’t sure he could handle his friend’s calm yet cutting tone this time.

Instead, he exhaled deeply and refocused on the task at hand, ignoring the conversation and concentrating on the rows of boxes in front of him. "Better to focus on what actually matters," he muttered internally.

Comments like these from betas—so-called "normal people"—were all too common. To some of them, the behavior of alphas and omegas seemed unnatural, even threatening. Others felt justified in spouting opinions without considering the consequences.

“We have problems too, but they never think about that, do they?” Mikey murmured under his breath, glancing at the shelves filled with pills, vitamins, and medications tailored specifically for their kind. He tried to ignore the presence of the betas, but his irritation grew as he noticed that the medication he was searching for was out of stock again.

“Damn it. If this keeps up, I’ll have to take Izana back to the doctors for a new prescription... or start looking for imports again. And those are ridiculously expensive. This isn’t fair...”

Shaking his head slightly, trying to keep his frustration in check, he suddenly caught a faint, sweet scent—peach. Peach? He couldn’t help but smile a little, curiosity stirring as he rose onto his toes to confirm whether he’d smelled it correctly. Could it be...?

Before he could finish the thought, an angry voice from the other side of the shelf interrupted him. — Stop acting like you're so important! Do you even understand the situation?

The voice was both displeased and challenging, and Mikey immediately recognized that tone. Without a second thought, he decided to circle around the shelf to see what was happening. However, what he saw made him chuckle lightly — though he knew he should hold back from intervening. — What the hell do you think you’re doing? — hissed one of the betas, glaring as the short blond boy grabbed his friend by the collar. — Shut it. If you can’t grasp the dynamics between alphas and omegas, then just keep your mouths shut and leave. Go to Kyoto or some other region where there aren’t as many of us. Few in number, sure, but at least understand what that means… — the omega replied, frowning at the situation.

Manjiro stood off to the side, quietly observing. This was unusual for him. Normally, he wouldn’t miss a chance to get involved, but now he seemed to lack the energy for a conflict. His eyes were slightly dim, and his tone — or rather, his silence — was far from his usual confidence. He noticed Chifuyu beginning to tense up, but didn’t step in. The moment felt strange. Mikey could sense the tension thickening in the room, yet had no idea how to diffuse it without making things worse.

— By the way, you’re doing me a huge favor. If I stepped in, I’d just have to listen to Draken or Shinichiro nagging at me later, — Mikey added with a playful tone, though his smile was far from carefree. It was frozen on his face, like a mask. The sight might have been amusing, but it only added to the tension in the room.

— Mikey-kun — Chifuyu blurted out, surprised to see him here in the pharmacy. His face immediately twisted with shock, but quickly shifted to an expression of irritation. He turned his head toward Mikey, shooting him a glance full of tension and faint contempt.

He was still gripping the boy’s collar, and for a moment, it felt like everything around them had frozen. He opened his mouth to say something, but instead, he slowly spoke in a sharp tone: — Then why didn’t you stop them when they spouted such nonsense? Normally, you don’t care what Draken or Shinichiro say because you just ignore them all the time! — Chifuyu practically barked, not realizing he’d gone too far. The anger he’d been holding back for so long spilled out without warning.

Mikey, still standing there with his frozen smile, felt something within him start to crack. Chifuyu’s words were like a sharp blow to his gut. The feeling was painful, leaving an unpleasant taste in his mouth. His expression shifted as his smile disappeared, replaced by complete indifference. His gaze grew colder, and his posture straightened with unexpected firmness. Slowly, he stepped closer to Chifuyu without saying a word, lifting his chin slightly as though there was nothing more to add. But deep down, something was boiling inside him. What he had just heard felt like a personal attack. - You’re not the one who gets to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do.

Unexpectedly, Mikey’s quiet and seemingly ordinary gesture turned into something much more. The air in the room thickened — not just from the silence, but from something else that Chifuyu noticed all too late. Mikey’s slow, deliberate steps seemed to pierce through the space around them. The atmosphere began to change, becoming denser and heavier.

Chifuyu could almost physically feel something enveloping him, something he had never been able to escape before. Mikey’s pheromones spread slowly but surely, wrapping around everything in their path. The air began to carry a bitter, stale scent — something sharp that was almost painful to breathe in. And the feeling that this wasn’t just a scent but something almost tangible clung to Chifuyu’s skin. Every breath made him feel as though he was trapped.

Chifuyu tried not to show fear, but his heartbeat slowed, and his lips trembled slightly. He realized too late that he had crossed a line. It felt as though every word he had said was loaded with too much meaning, too much emotion that couldn’t be contained. The weight of responsibility for the situation made him want to disappear. — I… I didn’t expect to see you here, Mikey — he whispered, his voice barely audible. His gaze dropped, and his hands instinctively shoved themselves into his pockets, as if trying to shield himself from the storm he felt was about to erupt.

Mikey didn’t say anything, but the way his gaze lingered on him was enough to make it clear that the situation had spiraled out of control. His dominant energy seemed to engulf the room, like a tiger poised to attack but not yet striking.

At that moment, Chifuyu realized he had overstepped with his words. Yet, the pheromones… they not only clouded his thoughts but also left him feeling strangely powerless. These pheromones didn’t just saturate the air—they made his body feel drained, pressing down on his very consciousness. He glanced at his friend, but instead of apologizing or justifying his words, all he could do was step back. The air was so thick he couldn’t take it anymore.

When Mikey’s footsteps came to a halt, Chifuyu felt the air thin for a fleeting moment, only to be replaced by an even heavier pressure. He knew there was no escaping the consequences of what he’d provoked. The betas nearby were already at their limit, their confusion and physical reaction to the pheromones making the situation even worse.

The two betas standing close trembled, covering their noses with their hands, unable to endure it any longer. The beta Chifuyu had been gripping by the collar immediately shoved him away and stormed out of the pharmacy without a backward glance, fleeing the unbearable atmosphere.

Chifuyu remained rooted in place, his head still bowed. His breathing slowly steadied, but his body continued to radiate submission. He expected a command or at least a word from Mikey, but at that moment, the tension was suffocating and unpredictable. — So, they really were uninteresting. Not worth my time, - Manjiro’s voice sounded low and monotone, tinged with slight irritation. His gaze followed the retreating betas before turning to Chifuyu. Noticing the trembling omega and his bowed head, Mikey clicked his tongue in displeasure, tilted his head slightly, and added, - You can raise your head now… Stop reacting like that.

The words sounded almost like a command but carried a shadow of guilt. Mikey was aware that he had lost control again. The sweet peach scent that Chifuyu usually emanated was almost gone, replaced entirely by Mikey’s dominant pheromones. This situation kept repeating itself, and Mikey couldn’t find a way out of his own emotional chaos.

Chifuyu’s words still echoed in his mind, a quiet reverberation he couldn’t silence. They hurt—not just what the omega had said, but the fact that his friends, like Draken or Shinichiro, often failed to understand why he sometimes behaved so coldly and distantly. They couldn’t feel the weight he carried on his shoulders, nor the endless spiral of thoughts that dragged him down.

How could they understand? He barely understood himself. Unable to handle the chaos inside him, Mikey chose silence. It was easier—safer. But now, standing in front of Chifuyu, Mikey could feel that silence weighing on both of them.

Chifuyu kept his head bowed, his body trembling as he felt his chest tighten. Lightly biting his lip, he was acutely aware that Mikey’s pheromones still dominated the air—heavy, suffocating, nearly unbearable. The omega couldn’t breathe properly, and the other people in the pharmacy were likely struggling with dizziness as well. The pheromones were so thick in the air that even Mikey’s breathing seemed strained. But what scared Chifuyu the most wasn’t the pheromones. It was Mikey himself—that cold, distant expression that seemed to reject everything and everyone.

Chifuyu wanted to reach out, but the fear of being pushed away paralyzed him. Mikey knew this… but he didn’t care about anyone else. Only Chifuyu mattered. — What have I done? -  Mikey thought, trying to dispel his pheromones. He was attempting to ease the tension, to lift the weight the omega felt. But at the same time, a storm of anger churned in his chest—not toward Chifuyu, but toward himself. — Chifuyu, - he said softly, his voice heavy with tension and regret. The silence that followed was almost deafening. The omega didn’t lift his head, and that only deepened Mikey’s sense of guilt. Why couldn’t they talk like they used to?

His frustration simmered, but it wasn’t directed at Chifuyu. It was at this moment, at what he had become. Swallowing heavily, he said nothing more. Instead, he lowered his gaze and started walking toward the exit. — I’m going home, - he said, his voice cold, almost indifferent. But inside, everything was screaming. The pain and emptiness in his chest expanded with every step. He knew that if he ran into Draken later, he wouldn’t be able to hide the chaos within. He’d end up saying something foolish, something he’d regret.

As he reached the door, Mikey stopped. He felt a light, uncertain touch on his arm. Chifuyu's touch was so gentle that he barely noticed it—but it was exactly this that made him stop. He felt the warmth of his fingers, trembling with uncertainty, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze. But he didn’t turn around. He couldn’t bear to see his expression—that mixture of fear, pain, and desperate hope. But he felt it. He felt everything. It was so gentle that he almost could have ignored it—if he didn’t know exactly who was touching him. — Tonight... the guys want us all to meet at the café near Mitsuya’s house. There won’t be any other gangs, just us. You... you’ll come... right? - Chifuyu spoke, his voice quiet, trembling, but persistent.

Mikey didn’t turn around right away. He could feel the tension of the omega behind him, the fear and the effort that had gone into those words.

He wanted to turn around, to look at him, to say something—something real, something that could fill the emptiness between them. But he couldn’t. Something stopped him—the fear that his words would destroy the last thread connecting them. Instead, he remained still, staring into the emptiness before him, torn between the desire to stay and the need to escape.

Mikey stood before two choices, each laden with potential consequences. He could accept Chifuyu’s request and go meet the guys, risking breaking down at the wrong moment, saying or doing something foolish. Or he could refuse, go home, and try to calm the storm within himself. But both options filled him with disgust.

Today was one of those days—heavy and unpleasant, as if the world had decided that today, everything should annoy him. The kind of days where even the simplest movement required an inhuman effort. In these moments, all Mikey wanted was to isolate the feelings that were eating him from the inside, to not bother those around him. Because, as always, he had to appear natural. To look the way everyone saw him—strong, unbreakable, a leader. To smile, even though every smile felt like a painful stretch of a wound that wouldn’t heal.

And yet, today, even the smallest things irritated him. The sound of the wind, the way people looked at him, even Chifuyu’s hand on his. These little things sparked a sense of dissatisfaction in him that pushed him toward foolishness—toward decisions he knew he would regret.

That’s why he stood still, like trapped in a cage. “Just say yes or no,” he thought, but the choice didn’t seem so simple. Refusing was easy. The guys were already used to his rejections, and Chifuyu probably wouldn’t insist. But if he went home... If he ran into Izana... If his brother sensed something...

Mikey shuddered. He couldn’t bear the thought of Izana finding out. He would insist, ask questions, not stop until he dragged the truth out of him. And right now, the dominant omega didn’t have the strength for such a conversation. Why did it always have to be so hard? How could Shinichiro be a dominant alpha, yet conversations with him were quicker, without complications, while with Izana everything was so difficult, even though he was just an omega with a few problems?

The whirlwind of thoughts hit him in waves, each heavier than the last. How could such a simple question—yes or no—throw him into such an abyss?

Chifuyu still held his hand, his eyes—expectant and patient. Mikey closed his eyes for a moment, pressing them tightly, as if this could chase away the storm in his head. The dissatisfaction still raged inside him, but he had to suppress it with a deep sigh. Finally, he relaxed his hand and lightly pulled it forward. Chifuyu released it without resistance but continued waiting for an answer. — Okay... - Mikey whispered with a dull voice. - I’ll come to you all tonight then.

He didn’t wait for the omega’s reaction. His words sounded like a promise, but his legs were already moving in the opposite direction, heading home. It would be better to stay there until the evening. A small hope settled inside him—that Shinichiro would be at Wakasa’s, that Izana would stay with Kakucho and wouldn’t come back. A small hope, enough to keep him afloat... at least for now.

As much as he hated the idea of leaving Chifuyu all alone, Manjiro simply couldn’t hold back. His pheromones, which had long lost their pure, sweet scent, surfaced, almost traitorously revealing what was going on inside him. Not only that, but he had also managed to scare his friend—a fact that made him feel an uncomfortable weight in his stomach.

Yes, out of all the alphas, omegas, and betas in Toman, Manjiro mainly interacted with Chifuyu and Mitsuya. He should even thank Baji, because it was thanks to him that the young omega joined their ranks, quickly winning his favor. Mitsuya was easy—he had been friends with him since childhood, thanks to Draken, but the only difference was that he was a gamma, not an omega. But that didn’t matter— even later, if Mitsuya decided he was an alpha because of his secondary gender, his aggression and sexual drive would remain subdued. Still, in Toman, any aggression toward omegas was strictly forbidden, and breaking the rules led to severe punishment.

Anyway. These were Toman’s problems, and Mikey didn’t want to think about them right now. So, he started walking quickly, sometimes shaking his head. Clenching his teeth, he could feel his heart beginning to tremble. Everything irritated him at that moment—the cars humming outside, the wind hitting his tense body... Not to mention, there wasn’t a day that went by without him sensing other people’s pheromones. Yes, the problem with dominants was that the pheromones of others were felt so clearly, even disgustingly.

Clenching his fists while his hands were in his pockets, Manjiro finally reached his house. He was ready to rush to his room without saying a word. He passed through the entrance, took off his boots as quickly as possible, and without caring if anyone was home, immediately ran up the stairs. The door slammed lightly behind him, but he wasn’t listening anymore.

The curtains were drawn, the world locked outside. Only the soft pillow and the silence remained. Manjiro fell onto the blanket, feeling the coolness of the pillow slightly calming him. His hand rested on his chest, where he could feel his heart continuing to beat uneasily, but slowly, as though surrendering to exhaustion.

“I’ll sit here. Just a little time alone. I’ll get over it. Just... a few minutes of silence.”

He slowly took a deep breath. The air inside the house was the same—his pheromones, though weakened, carried the familiar comfort. Apparently, everyone had already left, which meant he could be alone for a while. He could breathe, let his body rest, relax. His eyes closed, and the scent of the pillow reminded him that, at least here—in his own world—he could find peace.

In that moment, the silence felt almost therapeutic. And in the evening, when he woke up, he would go to that café. He would. But for now, he could afford a few moments of calm, to simply be Manjiro.

The hours slowly began to pass. The sun gradually hid behind the clouds until it eventually disappeared beyond the horizon, leaving the room immersed in darkness. This was the perfect setting for the exhausted omega, who this time managed to relax and even fall asleep a little more peacefully. Although sleep was often short or interrupted by various circumstances, this time Mikey felt his breathing become lighter, his body more relaxed, and his consciousness drifting into the warmth and comfort of the bed. A light, sweet scent lingered in the air – Izana's pheromones, which had evidently stayed in the room. This made him think his brother had returned and checked on him, but fortunately, he hadn’t woken him up.

However, the warmth and comfort were suddenly interrupted by the familiar ringtone of the phone, which began to sound from the nearby nightstand. Mikey squinted in displeasure, trying to ignore the noise. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to leave the warm embrace of the bed. But the ringtone didn’t stop. Squinting his eyes, he stretched out his hand, trying to find the phone while lazily yawning with the other. He felt everything else – the edges of the nightstand, a book, but not the device.

And then he felt it. Something warm was pressed against his back.

Mikey slowly woke up, still groggy from the comfort of sleep, but the sensation behind him started to pull him out of it. His heart stopped for a moment. His breathing became more shallow as his brain struggled to understand exactly what was happening. - What is this? – the thought sneaked into his mind, but the answer didn’t come immediately.

The warmth was too real. The body behind him was still, but too tangible – he could feel its weight, the slight movement of breathing. For a moment, he thought he was dreaming, but the cold rush of tension in his chest assured him that this was real.

And then, as if something deeply buried inside him awoke, an unclear but unpleasant memory flashed like a shadow in his mind – fear, tightness, a feeling of lack of control. There were no images, just raw emotions that made him freeze in place. His chest tightened painfully, and his hand instinctively rose, gripping where his heart beat, as if trying to calm the weight. Mikey swallowed hard. He knew he had to turn around, that he had to figure out who or what was behind him, but his body refused to obey. His breathing quickened. The sound of blood in his ears almost drowned out everything else. Why couldn’t he move? Why were the memories he had so carefully avoided coming back now?

However, the shock’s force stirred him. He suddenly jumped out of bed so quickly that for a moment his head spun. His eyes darted to the figure behind him. The body began to move slowly, and then he felt it – the sweet pheromones, familiar and soothing, but in that moment, it only added to his confusion.

Izana.

The word spun in his mind, but it didn’t immediately bring him relief. Even though his mind was starting to piece things together, his body still trembled from the tension.

The figure slowly sat up. Izana’s eyes opened sleepily, confused. — Manjiro... – his voice was low and quiet, full of surprise. But before he could say anything else, Mikey almost shouted — IZANA!!! – his voice cut through the silence, sharp and loud, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

His brother froze. His eyes widened for a moment in surprise. Izana sat up slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but felt the tension in the air. His dark eyes focused on Manjiro, noticing the slight shortness of breath and the way his fingers clutched at his chest. Mikey’s pheromones, barely detectable but filled with unease, spread around them. Izana immediately noticed the tense scent. A slight displeasure appeared on his face – this time, directed at himself. What did I do? he thought, trying to understand why his brother’s reaction was so strong.

Several long, heavy seconds passed. The room was filled with a strange silence, broken only by Manjiro’s hurried breathing. Izana broke the silence first. A slight, apologetic smile appeared on his lips as he began speaking in a soft, calm tone: — I didn’t mean to scare you. – His voice was almost a whisper. Hesitantly approaching, he placed one hand on the bed, leaning on it, but still not stopping his gaze on his younger brother. - I’m sorry, Manjiro. I just wanted to check if you got home.

But Mikey continued to stare at him, as if still unsure of what to think. Izana leaned slightly toward him, extending his hand carefully, as if afraid to break something fragile.

— When I got closer to you, your body was tense – he continued quietly. – I lay next to you because I know it's easier for you to fall asleep when someone is beside you.

Manjiro didn't respond immediately. His eyes narrowed slightly as he kept watching his brother. But his breathing gradually calmed, and with every word from Izana, the tension in him slowly faded. The warm scent of his pheromones surrounded him, making him feel calmer, more protected. The soft aroma of lavender, mixed with the sweetness of plums, made the body of the frightened omega slowly relax. So, slowly, almost unconsciously, Mikey leaned forward. A minute later, he was in his brother's arms, resting his head on his shoulder.

For a moment, neither of them moved. A brief moment that felt like eternity. Izana placed his hand on his shoulder, as if to affirm the closeness between them.

— It's okay – he whispered again, letting the warmth and calmness wrap around them.

Silence. It was a short moment of peace and care. The light pheromones of the dominant omega quickly blended with the pleasant, gentle pheromones of his brother, bringing additional coziness to the room. There was nothing heavy or unpleasant, only a soft and sweet scent that seemed to envelop the day's tension and leave it behind.

Mikey silently thanked that Izana had stayed with him. After so many stressful moments during the day, all he needed was that familiar scent – lavender mixed with a feeling of safety. This was Izana – still and calm, like a wall that would always support him, no matter the storms that raged within him.

Because of their closeness, when Izana allowed his hands to rest on his brother’s body to embrace him, he felt how Manjiro’s pulse quickened. A shadow of tension appeared in Izana’s gaze – he felt guilty for startling him, instead of giving him time to wake up peacefully. He realized that it might have been a mistake to lie down behind him so suddenly. Now, as his brother’s body began to relax in his arms, Izana felt it was his responsibility to maintain the silence and comfort between them.

His gaze lowered slightly. His body didn’t move when he felt Mikey begin to settle, as if searching for the safest spot. His head remained resting on his shoulder, and his arms gently enveloped him. Allowing him to settle, Izana gently leaned back against the wall, remaining silent to preserve the tranquility. Despite the guilt he felt, the warmth of Mikey’s body made him feel needed – as if, in this moment, he was the only support his brother could ask for.

If a stranger had entered the room, they would never have believed that Izana was capable of such closeness and tenderness. They wouldn't have believed that Mikey would so quickly and calmly decide to lean on someone. And they probably would never understand why this happened. But... this was their secret. Quiet and intimate relations, built from their past, from the weight of childhood events. That’s why Izana could be softer with Manjiro, depending on the situation. Like now. Realizing that he had startled him, instead of providing comfort, he wanted to reprimand himself. But this moment was not for reproach. It was a moment for silence.

The body of the dominant omega slowly began to relax, completely giving in to the warmth and comfort of the closeness. The scent of lavender was like a lifeline. His hand unconsciously moved to his brother’s chest, and his forehead rested against his neck. Izana continued to remain silent. One of his hands gently stroked his brother's back – something that might seem unusual for him. But in this room, far from the world, he allowed himself to show this side. A side that only Manjiro could see. Whatever plans Manjiro had at this moment, he would be able to carry them out only when he felt ready to get up from the bed. If he wished to fall asleep again, Izana would simply stay with him. This time ensuring that he got the sleep and peace he needed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ミ=͟͟͞͞(✿ʘ ᴗʘ)っ My First Fanfic. I warn you, English is not my native language, so there might be mistakes. I wanted to write something different, something special for my favorite couple. I’d love to hear your opinion, whether it's interesting to you. I focus more on the symbolism and the emotions of the characters. I’ll try to post at least 1-2 chapters a month.

Here’s the 'cover,' but without the text.

[okeutocalma]

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.

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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?

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— 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.

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 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?

[moonlight-alphafemale]

A wave of pain flashed through him. Then it all stopped.

The room fell silent before erupting with sounds of praise and the tiny cries of a newborn.

“You did it Mikey!” His boyfriend, Draken, praised him as one of the nurses placed the tiny baby onto Mikey's chest.

“My... Baby...” Mikey looked down at the screaming baby on his heart, his body flooding with emotions as he began to cry, cradling the tiny baby in his arms. “My sweet baby...”

His heart filled with warmth as Draken wrapped his arm around him, loving on Mikey and doting over the baby.

Eventually, the nurses had to take the baby away to the nursery and Mikey was taken away for recovery.

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Mikey sat in a rocking chair, watching as his daughter slept peacefully in her crib. They couldn't believe she was finally here - their little bundle of joy.

“You've been staring at her since we got home...” Draken muttered, walking over to Mikey, who was staring intently at his newborn daughter as she slept in her pastel purple crib.

“I don't want to be away from her for even a second...” Mikey said in a whisperer, resting his chin on his arm, staring down away the baby.

As he stared at her, Mikey couldn't help but feel a sense of anxiety creeping in. He worried if he and Draken were ready for parenthood, and if they would be good enough parents for their daughter.

Draken noticed the worry on Mikey's face and put his arm around him, comforting him. “We'll figure it out together...” he whispered.

“But what if we do something wrong... What if we don't raise her right...?” Mikey began to whine, his eyes filled with worry and sadness.

Draken simply smiled, lightly stroking Mikey's hand with his thumb. “We'll make mistakes, but we'll learn from them...”

Mikey nodded, feeling grateful for Draken's support. As the night went on, Mikey eventually dozed off in the rocking chair, their daughter still snoozing soundly in her crib.

“Goodnight honey...” Draken wrapped a blanket around Mikey, lightly kissing his forehead.

In that moment, everything felt perfect and complete. They were a family now, and they knew that no matter what challenges they may face, they would face them together with love and strength.

[pumpkinsoup02]

The Fox Bride

Drakenupi/Sanzunupi Arranged Marriage Omegaverse Sengoku Japan Fic🐉🦊👹

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46299826/chapters/116566033

[reallyromealone]

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

Notes:

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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.

[tsunaso]

"OH MY SWEET SUMMER CHILD"

pairing. (Implied) Omega!Mikey x Alpha?Sanzu x Alpha!male reader

synopsis. when Alpha Sanzu messes with the wrong omega, he learns the hard way that karma never misses. — 1.5k words part two.

warnings. mdni, amab reader, dead dove, drugging, (Implied) bitching, degradation, dubcon (due to altered state), physical restraint, dark omegaverse, humiliation, mentions of death.

alpha Sanzu who is a joke of an alpha. has little to no respect for beta’s nor omega’s, and acts like he can get whoever he wants when he wants. thinks that his looks will let him get away with harassing omegas, but karma always catches up.

alpha Sanzu who messes with the wrong omega one day and lives to regret it for the rest of his pathetic life. the omega who he had almost gone too far with was mated to the gang leader who owned the city!

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“What the fuck is going on!?” Sanzu yells practically foaming at the mouth as he struggles against the ropes tying him to a wooden chair. 

“My my… what am I going to do with such a dumb fucking alpha, practically came here willingly, with the way you jumped at the smell of omagan slick.” M/n lowly purred as he strolled into the room. his scent glands work on overdrive as he pumps it out into the bare room. 

Sanzu instinctively starts to pump out his scent to try and dominate M/n’s but for some reason, his scent is a hint sweeter than usual, he makes a face but he doesn’t pay any mind to it.

“You know you're lucky that it was so easy to bring you in,” M/n face drops into a scowl. “Otherwise you would have been shot dead.”

“What are you even talking about?!” he rages, “Once I’m out of these stupid ropes I’m going to fucking gut you.” Sanzu roars with venom as he starts to growl.

M/n ignores whatever nonsense Sanzu is yapping about before sparking a lighter to light his cigar. He takes a puff before finally looking at Sanzu again. “You don’t even know why you're here… do you?” M/n says in mock pity as he lets out a quiet laugh. 

Sanzu finally stops posturing and really takes in the situation. His eyes dart around the room as he notes that he has been kidnapped to an unknown second location and is trapped in a bare room with a chair, mattress, sink, and toilet.

“Where am I?” Sanzu says quietly as he finally stops pulling at his restraints. His bright pink hair falls onto his cheeks as he tilts his head slightly. This action made his eyes contrast with his hair beautifully, you could almost say he looked cute.

M/n looks at him amused by what he is trying to do. “You’re in my-” M/n cuts himself off as he hears the door open. “Actually, hold that thought…”

M/n fully turns around to meet his mate's gaze. “Love! I’m so glad you came!”, he pauses “I know it must’ve been hard for you to come… here,” M/n says in a softer tone.

Sanzu’s eyes widened as he realized who had just entered the room. A relatively short man with long black hair and equally black eyes stared blankly at Sanzu. The man's face cringes before looking away and stepping closer to M/n.

“Is this why you kidnapped me? For some no-name omega?” Sanzu questions, his face mask of disbelief and shock. This was the omega he was messing around with in that club's alleyway!

M/n’s eyes narrow sharply, his scent souring in anger. “Watch your fucking mouth, you're talking to my mate.” M/n rages on, “You put your dirty grubby hands on my mate.” 

M/n clenches his fist, before letting out a quiet sigh when he feels his mate rest his hand on the small of his back. “This was the one that hurt you, yes?” M/n asks, turning to face his mate.

As soon as M/n says those words the tension in the room thickens as Sanzu’s mind races, as he tries to think of just who M/n is… did he really piss off such an important person?

The black-haired omega stiffly nods, a pinched look coming across his face. “I should’ve rocked his shit in that fucking alleyway” the omega lets out a growl, just thinking about the event made him angry.

Omagan pheromone starts flowing into the room like an angry river but, just as soon as it appears, it disappears. “Just.. leave me out of whatever you're about to do.”

Sanzu watches as the small omega struts away, he had never scented anything like that before. With pupils blown wide, he tries to come up with what it smells like but he can’t put it into words.

Why was he perceiving that omega's scent like this? He had scented him before… and he didn’t smell anything great, so why did he smell so different?

“Are you finally feeling the effects of the drugs?” m/n inquires, bending slightly to take in Sanzu’s ever-sweetening scent.

Sanzu blinked slowly, his pupils blown wide as the realization began to settle like poison in his bloodstream. His scent was sweeter. Too sweet. Like ripe fruit on the verge of rotting—cloying, wrong.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” His voice cracked as the first tendrils of fear curled around his throat.

M/n smirked, blowing out a slow stream of smoke that lingered in the air like a noose. "What do you think, Haruchiyo? Or should I say… soon-to-be Harumi?” 

He crouched down to meet Sanzu’s panicked gaze, tilting his head mockingly."That’s a cute nickname, isn’t it? You better start thinking of one because you won’t be the same 'big bad alpha' much longer."

Sanzu thrashed against the ropes again, his muscles straining, but it was futile. His movements felt sluggish now, like his limbs weren’t entirely his to command. The scent swirling off him was intoxicating—too intoxicating, and the disgusting sweetness of it made bile rise in his throat.

"You drugged me?" His voice was shaky, cracking on every syllable. He wanted to sound angry, but even he could hear the fear starting to bleed through.

M/n let out a low, mocking chuckle. “Oh, it’s so much more than a drug. You see…” He leaned in close, letting the embers of his cigar illuminate his smirk. 

“We’ve been working on something special for alphas like you. Arrogant pricks who think they can take whatever they want without consequence. It speeds up the shift—unlocks a side of you you’ve probably felt in your worst nightmares. You’re going to be softer, sweeter, more… submissive than you’ve ever dreamed of being. Just think of it as karma.”

Sanzu’s heart pounded in his chest as his body betrayed him further. The gummy sweetness of his scent thickened, curling around him like a noose. His mouth was dry, his skin too warm, and his thoughts felt like they were swimming in syrup.

“Fucking liar,” Sanzu spat, though it came out weaker than he intended. “You’re bluffing. This isn’t possible.”

“Oh, but it is.” M/n grinned and straightened up, casting a glance toward the door. "I thought about just killing you, you know. But, my mate is merciful, and I figured—what’s worse? Death or living the rest of your pathetic life as what you perceive to be at the bottom of society, as an omega? You’ll be crawling for scraps, begging for mercy, begging for attention.”

The sound of footsteps approaching the room pulled Sanzu from his growing panic. The door creaked open, and in stepped the omega mate once again, his dark eyes locked on Sanzu with unrelenting hatred.

“Still talking, huh?” the omega muttered. He crossed his arms, his posture deceptively casual. But his scent—it sharpened, cutting through the air like a blade. Even drugged, even in his haze, Sanzu felt the command embedded in it.

“M/n,” the omega said, his voice cool and steady, “how long does he have before it starts? The heat, I mean.”

Sanzu froze, his eyes snapping between them. The heat?

M/n looked at the omega with a knowing smile, shrugging casually. “Oh, not long now. A couple of hours, maybe? By then, he’ll be begging someone to knot him. Doesn’t even matter who.”

He exhaled more smoke, his tone darkening. “You’ll finally know what it feels like to be hunted, Haruchiyo. You’ll know what it’s like to be nothing more than a toy for someone stronger than you.”

Sanzu’s breathing turned shallow, panic clawing up his chest. “You’re lying! You can’t… You can’t fucking do this to me!” he snarled, but his voice wavered, and his pheromones betrayed his fear.

“Oh, darling,” M/n purred mockingly, leaning close enough that Sanzu could feel the heat of his breath against his ear. “I already have.”

The omega stepped closer, standing just within Sanzu’s line of sight. He tilted his head, studying him like one might a bug under a microscope. “He’s still posturing,” he said flatly. “Let me stay and watch when it starts.”

M/n arched a brow, smirking. “You’re so cruel, my love.”

The omega’s lip curled in a wicked smile. “I told you before—we should’ve killed him in that alley. But I guess watching him crumble works too.”

Sanzu wanted to snarl, wanted to roar, wanted to say something, anything that would put him back in control. But his body was growing weaker. His scent—the sickly sweetness was almost unbearable now, and the ache in his lower abdomen made his stomach churn.

He was losing.

And for the first time in his life, Haruchiyo Sanzu was terrified.

[atarathegreat]

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist

Time Skip Accident--Kokonoi Hajime 💮 Ken Ryuguji 💮 Nahoya Kawata,

Protecting Each Other-- Hanma Shuji

Rooftop Dangers-- Kazutora Hanemiya

Ken Ryuguji x reader

Something's Wrong--Bonten!Mikey

Shuji's Habit

Sanzu's hands

Rise and Shine--Ran Haitani

I'll See You Again--Racer!Mikey

Angry-Chiro--Shinichiro Sano

The Student Worker--Keisuke Baji

Drunken Dancing--Atsushi Sendo

DrakenSibling! Reader x Mikey and Part 2

Really?!--Makoto Suzuki

How Sweet it is to be Loved Like This.-- Kakucho Hitto

The Boy in the Gang-- Keisuke Baji

Yandere Mikey

Unconventional--Ken Ryuguji (Omegaverse)

Prank Gone Wrong--Rindou Haitani

Showing You Off--Rindou Haitani

Pappa!--Kokonoi Hajime

His Property--Sanzu Haruchiyo

Come Back to Bed--Keisuke Baji

Rough Confession--Keisuke Baji

Crackhead Headcanons ft: Kazutora, Mitsuya, Nahoya, Souya, Baji, Kokonoi, Mikey, Draken, Taiju, Hanma, Chifuyu, Kisaki, Hakkai, Takamichi. 💮 Ran, Rindou, Sanzu, Yamagishi, Shinichiro, Wakasa.

Sibling Headcanons ft: Ran and Rindou, Nahoya and Souya, Mitsuya, Chifuyu. 💮 Draken, Taiju, Yuzuha, and Hakkai, Hanma, Makoto, Takuya. 💮 Baji, Kazutora, Mikey and Emma, Sanzu. 💮 Inui, Kokonoi, Akkun, Yamagishi, Takamichi.

Gang Leader Sibling ft: Ran and Rindou, Nahoya and Souya, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Draken. 💮 Taiju, Yuzuha, and Hakkai, Hanma, Makoto, Takuya. 💮 Baji, Kazutora, Mikey and Emma, Sanzu. 💮 Inui, Kokonoi, Akkun, Yamagishi, Takamichi.

Zoning Out With Them ft: Chifuyu, Kokonoi, Taiju, Souya

Inciting Incidents ft: Baji, Nahoya, Hanma, Sanzu

ZombieLand ft: Sanzu, Baji. 💮 Takamichi, Draken, Izana, Mikey. 💮 Rindo, Shinichiro, Kakucho, Inui.

Old Money Love (sibling) ft: Sanzu, Nahoya and Souya, Makoto. 💮 Baji, Kazutora, Draken.

Scary Wife Privilages ft: Kokonoi, Draken, Rindou, Akkun. 💮 Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Hakkai.

They Come Home Late ft: Shinichiro, Yamagishi, Takuya. 💮 Hakkai Shiba, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Taiju Shiba

Pretty 24/7(SiblingReader)-- Draken, Mikey, Mitsuya, Sanzu, Kazutora.

Dr.Blane-esque: Kokonoi Hajime 💮 Hanma Shuji

Momoko-esque

Baji X Guitarist

Wearing Their Glasses ft: Rindou, Yamagishi, Baji, Hanma. 💮 Kisaki

Souya Kawata

On My Knees-- Sanzu Haruchiyo

Yamagishi NSFW (headcanon)

Gaming With Souya

It'll Hold--Kazushi Yamagishi

Sunrise- Tetta Kisaki

Vacation--Kawata Twins

Taunting--Benkei

I'm Naked Here--Ken Ryuguji

Soft/Spicy Bonten/Racer Mikey

I'm Tired, Love--Takashi Mitsuya

Predator and Prey-- Keizo Arashi

Baji SFW/NSFW

First Times--Keisuke Baji

Hanma SFW/NSFW

No Nut November-- Mikey, Draken, Baji, Mitsuya, Kazutora, Pah. 💮 Takemichi, Takuya, Akkun, Makoto, Yamagishi 💮 Nahoya, Souya, Chifuyu, Peh, Hakkia 💮 Kokonoi Hajime, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Izana Kurokawa, Hanma Shuji

[eempyreall]

𝑌𝑜！

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I’m in the middle of writing a royal au for non fandom original characters and Tokyo Revengers!!

It’s a oneshot ~ Omega Kings Manjiro and Izana x Alpha Female Reader

Omega Kings Sebastian and Saint x Alpha Female Reader

The stories are basically the same but certain details and sections will be different. Personally, my favorite is the fandom one because of the involvement of the knights. You’ll find out who they are in the story… if you haven’t already guessed it.

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𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦! :)

[eetherealgoddess]

ꨄOur Beta 2ꨄ

Yandere Omegaverse Au

Sano Manjiro, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Read the first one for context!!

Part One

Not fully proofread!

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

Japanese language is red

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There will be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Our Beta 2

“Koko, I… I didn’t sign up to be a sex slave or a cuddle buddy. I c-can’t take this anymore!”

Y/n sat on the bed with her back leaned against the headboard, eyeing the executive in front of her with a pleading gaze as he could only stare back with pity and crossed arms. It had been two months since the additional heat and former executive Y/n has been entangled with a web of arms almost daily.

“I understand, but there’s nothing I can do. Trust me, I do feel sympathetic towards your situation, as this was an unexpected circumstance, but you know as well as I do that no one can go against the Boss's orders.” He sighs. Her head falls on her hands before she glares at him once more.

“I’ve been locked up in this room for, I don’t even know how long without a phone, and with stupid journals and board games as a means of entertainment. I’ve seen all channels and have streamed hella shows on the tv. Koko, just please help me escape. They-!”

“Stop right there. You know that either one of us could get killed if I help you. Just hang in there and be patient. I-I’ll try to find a way to at least talk you out of being stuck in this room. You can’t try anything, Y/n. It’ll only get worse.” He states as he begins to walk to the doorway.

“When are they coming back?”

“They’re on a mission right now. I don’t know when they’ll be back.”

She nods in response as he leaves and shuts the door.

I’ve gotta get out of here. I can’t be here if I’m not going to be an executive. This is torture. I’m not even an alpha.

Y/n might’ve more inclined to have accepted the terms if she would’ve been told about it before becoming an executive, having had a crush or two at the beginning, though her beta instincts not being affected as much as an alpha would to their attraction. Keyword, ‘might.’ She’s not really the type for that kind of job anyway, but it would have been nice to have had the option instead of being forced to do this. Especially with the lack of freedom.

Not to mention, she never consented to any of that, embarrassment still lingering as she thinks back on the events as she rubs the scar caused by one of the Haitanis biting her shoulder. It’s been a while so it’s fading but it was inflicted enough to last this long.

Finally deciding to make a move, she thinks of a plan to escape. Koko is probably in his designated room, face planted on his laptop screen so she shouldn’t have to worry about him, nor the alphas and omegas who are on a mission. Yes the security cameras will capture her leaving, but if she’s gone it won’t matter anyway. They’ll see the empty room. That leaves the guards. Fortunately, she gained some physical skills from her time as an executive so she wasn’t worried about fighting them off. She can find a hotel to stay in and get a new card from the bank. She’ll figure out her phone later.

She hops from the bed as she makes her way to the door. When she knocks on the door, she moves a step back to get ready for her attack. Once she hears the door click she takes a deep breath before blowing it out, jumping on the first guard that opens the door, both of them falling with her landing on top.

She punches him until he’s knocked out just in time for the second one to come behind, her standing up to grab his wrist near the shoulder that his hand was planted on, and swings him over, his body landing on the floor before she knocks him out as well. When that was over, she took a breath once more, eyeing her shaky hands as she headed to the exit. Adrenaline pumps as she runs, anticipating her freedom as she gets closer.

Once she makes it, she grabs the door and snatches it open, expecting guards to attack but only being met with icy blue eyes glaring at her.

“Fuck!” She tries pushing past him, only to be snatched painfully from the wrist as he drags her in, shutting the door behind them.

“S-Sanzu! Wait, please!” When they make it in front of the designated bedroom, he crosses over the bodies with a look of disgust.

“Pathetic. You can’t even do your job.”

He shoves her into the room. She turns back to him and grabs his arm before he can leave.

“Sanzu! P-please don’t tell Mikey! I just…!” He holds his hand up with narrowed eyes. She releases him and steps back. Pulling out his phone, begins dialing a number. Putting the phone to his ear, he begins speaking in his language. Y/n could only stare wide eyed in fear as to what could be planned for her. The only word she recognized was ‘traitor’ and that didn’t make her feel any better. When the call ended, he placed his phone back in his pocket before pulling out his gun and pointing at her. She froze as he walked closer to her. Before she could process anything, he pulled it back before landing a blow on her head with the butt of the gun, knocking her out. He catches her body before it falls and places her on the bed, leaving the room once he is done.

When she awakens, an excruciating pain in her abdomen catches her attention as her face scrunches and grunts leave her mouth. She attempted to move her arm to wrap around the pressure but she looked over to see that a cuff was connected from the chain hanging from the post. Her arm failing to budge caused her to move her leg which is also restrained against the bed tightly.

A wet liquid gushes out of her uncontrollably causing her to squirm in discomfort, the sensation of it dripping down her bare ass making her sick as she’s never been used to this kind of slick forming from her own body. Finally, she’s aware of her surroundings when she hears a loud scream in the room.

“P-PLEASE…!” The sound of an object making contact with flesh caused her worse pain as she recognized the word, meaning someone’s demise had been completed.

“Boss! I won’t let it happen again! Sp-spare me for my fam-!”

“Shut up.” Mikey hissed. The same sound made an impact once more, interrupting the victim causing her to flinch as tears built.

That must be the guards. I’m really going to die like this.

“Ah Beta, you’re finally awake.” Ran says as he walks over with the bloody baton on his shoulder, smirking as he looks down at her.

“Hey, you’re looking a little warm. Let’s fix that” Rin says before snatching the blanket that’s covering her naked body away. She gasps as she tries to use her legs to cover herself in reflex, failing miserably. It doesn’t matter how many times they have seen her naked, she will always feel humiliation considering they were her partners in quite a few missions. Also to be in such a vulnerable state, sweaty, hot, her own aroma filling up the air, and in straight agony, bare in front of the psychopaths she used to look up to, her being the newest executive after all.

She groans when another shot of pain surges through her body after another gush of slick falls out, gritting her teeth as her hands turn to fists. She breathes heavily as she tries to contain the new urges, her body surviving through an experience she has never had to deal with before. A hand grabs her chin, forcing her to look towards the opposite side of the bed, Mikey standing above her, his hair hovering over as he leans over.

“This is your fault.” He states with a stoic expression before releasing his grip and walking away from the bed, towards the exit. On the same side, Sanzu gets closer with a smirk on his face.

“Enjoy your heat, Beta.” They all walk towards the exit, shutting the door behind them as they leave Y/n and the dead bodies in the room.

After a while of suffering through the process with tears, slick, and agony, the door clicks open as a few footsteps make their way in. Koko came into view with a concerned look on his face, shaking his head.

“Y/n, I told you not to try anything.” He groans, palms rubbing down his face. She could only respond with whimpers and sniffs as she couldn’t form the words to express her distress.

“They’re planning to keep you here for the entire duration of your induced heat. I’m sorry, Y/n but it’s unknown as to when it will be over.” He resists the urge to cover her with the blanket, not wanting to deal with the repercussions that would come.

“K-koko please…! Unchain me f-for just a m-minute… I need t-to…t-take care of myself!”

“I cannot risk my own safety, Y/n. You will have to endure.” He sighs in pity. He looks over as the employees drag the bodies out and clean the evidence.

“Next time, please don’t let this happen again. For your own sake.”

Y/n’s heat lasted for a week and a half before she finally ended with no release or anyone to help her through. The omegan urges haunted her throughout the process of trying to survive. Nobody was allowed to check on her after the cleaners came. She wasn’t given food or water and had to endure with an empty stomach and dry throat, not that she would’ve been able to eat or drink anything anyway with her discomfort.

When it was over, she was too weak to speak or move, her eyes hollow as she could only take breaths and lay there. Finally, employees cleaned and fed her, a slow process before they left after chaining one of her ankles to the bed. She spent the next week becoming healthier, only allowed to get up for the bathroom. There were no signs of any executives until Mikey slept in the same bed one of the nights after it was over, holding her. The other omegan executives getting their own time with her when their boss allows it.

When Y/n was completely healthy, she was used once again as a heat guide for them as they shared the bed, bundled up in different nests made of clothes and blankets. She reluctantly accepts her fate, having no choice but to comply and survive.

[emjiroki]

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist ♡

Manjiro Sano ♡

First mini 18+

Early Mornings 18+

sleepy mornings 18+

Halloween 18+ Draken x Reader x Mikey

Lactation Kink Manjiro

Burn It Down: Toxic collab Manjiro

Need it all, All the time: Alpha Manjiro x Omega Reader

Ours for the Night: Izana x Reader x Manjiro x Shinichiro

Wanna kiss every inch of you Prompt

Fuck, you feel so good prompt 18+

Manjiro Headcanons

Breeding kink Manjiro late night rambles

Alpha Manjiro headcanons

NSFW Ask Game

Virgin Mikey x Shinichiro's Girlfriend

Take What You Want: Bonten Gangbang

Ken Ryuuguji ♡

Draken & Taiju Omegaverse mini

Feral Domestic Dominant drabble

Backseat backshots 18+

Ex's to Lovers drabble

Early morning drabble

Misc Prompts

Izana Kurokawa Babytrapping 18+

Stoner Haitani Brothers drabble