cannellee

[cannellee]

♡. TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE

𐐪 yandere! alpha! south x omega! reader · soulmate au!

— synopsis : when south finds out that the omega he's in love with already found her fated pair, he beats his rival up, making sure she can never leave him for someone else.

cw : obsessive/possessive behaviour, red flag, hints of killing someone, sequestration...

note : i was supposed to write for multiple characters but kinda gave up after writing south's one. but if you're interested in another character in this specific context, you can always send me a request ! ♡

MY MASTERLIST : 💌

♡. YANDERE! ALPHA! SOUTH (soulmate marks)

honestly, south has never been one to get attached to someone, let alone an omega. they were too weak for his liking and couldn't bother remembering any of the names of the omegas he had slept with.

that's until you came along. out of nowhere, south began to crave for that soft speech and delicate manners, the sweet perfume you surrounded him with each time you were around. south felt like your relationship was meant to be, he never felt this great, never felt this feeling of belonging until you showed up and took all the space in his mind and heart.

but south was an alpha most and foremost, and he couldn't wait to make you his fully, to make sure you wouldn't be coveted by others. he was used to being straightforward and the pull he felt for you, urged him to confess everything.

he looked at the little symbol on his arm, wondering where yours could be. he caught himself staring at the mark more often than he'd like to admit and was sure you'd bear the same one. you had to, south wasn't mistaken with how well you got along.

how you regretted not catching the hints earlier...

when you awkwardly told him that you had already found your soulmate, south felt distraught. angry at first, with himself, for not wondering if you were taken, and at you, for hiding such an important detail to someone who was so openly courting you.

the symbol, so nicely placed on your shoulder, had nothing in common with his, and knowing it was something he couldn't change filled him with rage.

you didn't know if introducing south to your boyfriend was a good idea, but he had insisted and you believed it would put his mind at ease for him to see that your mate was a good person who took great care of you. the guilt you felt for turning him down compelled you to answer his request.

the whole thing was very awkward, south very visibly gauging him, glaring at your boyfriend's smaller built the way he would do with a bug. you apologised afterwards to your mate for putting him in such a weird situation and promised it wouldn't happen again.

you only lightly scolded south for his behaviour, knowing that it could've gone worse if it wasn't for you and your warnings you gave him about his violent personality and how it would upset you if this didn't go well.

your boyfriend didn't think south made a very good friend. you had gotten into an argument right after going home together, fiercely defending your friend and trying your best to reassure your boyfriend about him, that he didn't know him as well as you did. he didn't want to hear any of it, his instincts screaming at him to shield you from this beast.

but of course, you didn't listen.

angry and crying, you stormed out of your house, cursing him for believing you dumb enough to make friends with untrustworthy people. you knew his doubts didn't come out of nowhere, south didn't exactly offer the best image of himself during your date, but you thought he would trust you more than that.

you almost instantly regretted your little outburst, the harsh cold of the night punishing you for not listening to your boyfriend and stay to sleep at his place. you shivered, draging yourself to another street, heart pounding when you heard hushed voices.

the buildings prevented you from seeing them correctly and you stood there for a while, contemplating if you should try and enter that path, knowing full well it was the only way to join your appartement.

you jumped in fear and almost let out a scream upon feeling a firm hand grab your shoulder. relief took over you right after seeing south's questioning eyes.

"what are you doing here in the middle of the night ?" his tone was harsh, absolutely incredulous at how reckless you had been and grew even more annoyed upon hearing your answer.

he cradled your face glistening with tears in his big hand, watching you sniff and sob, before gifting you his jacket. he hugged your weaker form, inhaling your stressed out scent and cursing your boyfriend under his breath, although you remained completely oblivious to it.

south never truly believed in soulmates. he was an alpha, one of the strongest and most feared alpha. he desired a lot of things : money, respect, to get stronger, and... you. he didn't want to meet his soulmate, he wanted you.

and south was an alpha. he desired a lot of things, which he all obtained one way or another. he was ready to steal, to fight, to break, to destroy, in order to get what he wanted.

and tonight was the perfect moment he was going to snatch away what he most cherished. you were so weak, so fragile it felt like you could be stolen from him any moment, and judging from your fearful figure he held with an extreme care almost foreign to him, it was obvious your boyfriend didn't know how to properly look after such a delicate thing.

he urged you home, where you belonged after all those months courting you. and you followed him pliantly, relishing the comfort an alpha like him could give you. he tucked you in his bed, the manly smell enveloping you like a warm blanket, strong scent invading your whole being and acting as a sleeping pill. you fell asleep in no time and smiled of content when you felt his hand holding yours.

a sharp pain is what woke you up. it sent daggers to your shoulder and you screamed out of pain, looking around you like a mad woman for what could be the reason.

you briefly look at your shoulder, noticing in your panic that your mark was bleeding. a wave of terror took over you completely, thoughts all focused on one person only, your soulmate, knowing exactly that the pain you felt wasn't normal and that something had happened to your boyfriend.

you jolted up from bed, ran out of south's room and went to open the door, shaking it like crazy once you realised it was locked. you called for south, not expecting any answer after a while but too desperate to give up.

you arm hurt so much but you knew your soulmate was in greater pain, your matching symbol acting as a warning to his health state.

the most horrible scenarios played in your mind when you tried to reach for your phone to call him, incapable of thinking of anything else but him. south was nowhere to be seen and you were trapped inside, screaming and kicking with what little strength you could muster considering your alarmed state.

you soon let yourself slide down the door, curling up on yourself and sobbing uncontrollably, a trail of blood tainting your arm. despite your efforts at remaining awake and vigilant, the pain was too much to bear and forced you asleep.

when south found you after coming back home, he felt a bit sorry to see you in such a state, and somehow, a bit guilty too. but he knew it was better that way.

he knelt before you quietly, studying your unconscious form. you were curled up at the door like a broken thing, your breath shallow, cheeks flushed, eyes red from crying.

his jaw tensed as he caught sight of the still-bleeding mark on your shoulder. that damned mark.

It hadn’t faded, even after what he’d done. soulmate bonds were stubborn. sometimes unbreakable. but there were other ways to sever connections. messier ways. more painful.

he didn't like that it had come to this. he’d hoped you’d choose him on your own. that eventually, you’d grow tired of living cherishing a bond that clearly didn’t serve you. but instead, you clung to it. to him. a man too small for the kind of love you deserved. too weak to properly soothe up your tears. one who failed to protect you. one who couldn't even keep you warm when it mattered.

south had simply helped fate along. that’s how he saw it at least.

he gently picked you up, brushing a stray hair from your face, and carried you back to the bed with an ease that contradicted the chaos in his chest. your skin was cold, your expression still frowning in worry, and it angered him that even unconscious, you were mourning someone else.

“just wait,” he whispered, brushing your temple with his thumb. “you’ll see.”

he sat beside you the entire night. he didn’t sleep. just watched the slow rise and fall of your chest, inhaling the scent he knew for sure now belonged to him.

you woke up slowly, disoriented. the sunlight warmed the sheets but didn’t reach you. your shoulder ached, a deep throb beneath the bandage that pulsed with every beat of your heart.

for a second, your mind was blank. and then it all came rushing back.

you sat up too fast and the room spun, with the bedsheets tangled around your legs. you scrambled toward the nightstand, searching for your phone, your bag, anything — but it was gone.

your voice was raw when you called out : “south?”.

and he was already there, protective and guarding you, even in his own home.

he was leaning against the doorframe, with his arms crossed, and an unreadable gaze. a slow breath left him when he saw you panicking.

“you shouldn’t move so fast,” he said, stepping into the room, a sense of authority drifting around him. “you’ll rip it open again.”

“what did you do?” your voice trembled, anger cracking through the fear.

his jaw tensed at your question, but the answer was calm, composed. “i protected you.”

you stared at him, but he didn’t elaborate, he didn’t need to.

the mark and the blood. the scream buried deep in your flesh, the pain that you had felt. you knew what he meant.

your soulmate was gone. and that was all south's doing.

you gripped the blankets like a lifeline, hands shaking, tears filling your eyes. “you… killed him.”

“i stopped him,” he corrected softly, like he was stating a fact, trying to explain a simple thing to a kid too dumb to understand. “from hurting you. from keeping you from where you belonged.”

you couldn’t breathe, your chest tightened and felt heavy. “you don’t get to decide that—!”

“i do,” south snapped, and the room shifted.

it was the first time he raised his voice at you, although usually harsh, he never lost his temper in front of you. the alpha in him came forward, harsh and unable to see the wrong in his actions. you flinched, instincts screaming, your scent spiking in fear before you could help it.

his gaze sharpened, visibly angered. but he didn’t touch you.

he forced himself to soften, to reassure his panicked omega. he slowly crouched in front of you, his voice lower now. it was controlled, almost too calm.

“i’m not the bad guy,” he said, voice gentle, almost in a coaxing manner. “he didn’t deserve you. you don’t even know how close he came to losing you. walking alone at night? that part of town? you could’ve been taken, hurt, worse—”

“i was going home!” you cried.

“if he cared, you wouldn't be wandering the streets at midnight. some people just don't know how to protect what they have". he grabbed your hand, gently, but with a grip you couldn't escape from.

“i warned you,” he murmured, eyes locked on yours. “i told you. i told you he wasn’t good enough. and you didn’t listen.”

you tried to pull away. “you can’t just— you don't get to decide what's best for me".

“i did what needed to be done,” he said, voice quieter now. “because you’re mine. i took care of it because you shouldn't have to worry".

his hand came up to your jaw, fingers brushing it softly, like he was trying to calm a trembling animal.

“i didn’t want it to be like this,” he added. “i gave you time. i really tried to be patient.”

you blinked rapidly, tears blurring your surroundings. “but you locked me in here.”

“i kept you here. there’s a difference.”

he let go, walked across the room and opened the window, letting in fresh air like that made the cage any less suffocating.

“i know it hurts right now,” he said. “but pain fades. that bond, it was never meant to last. not compared to what i can give you.”

you didn’t answer him and he glanced back, jaw tensed. “he would’ve let you die, you know that? you would've never been safe with him.”

your voice was small now. “that’s not true.”

“you were out there. you were crying, you were alone and in danger. and i found you, not him".

he stepped closer, the space between you shrinking until it felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of you. his eyes darkened, flickering with an intensity that wasn’t all about anger or control, it felt more personal, something he felt just for you. a fierce, unshakable loyalty. his whole focus was on you, like you were the only thing that mattered, and he’d do anything to keep you close.

“i won’t let anything take you away from me,” he whispered.

you looked away, and his fingers gripped your chin, forcing your eyes back to his. “i can smell it,” he said, softly. “you’re scared".

his hand released you, and for a second, there was silence again.

south then rose to his full height. and his voice had lost all his previous softness. “you’ll eat. you’ll sleep. you’ll heal.”

"and when you’re ready,” he added, watching you like he could already see the future, “you’ll thank me.”

thank you for reading (❀´ ˘ `❀) ♡

[cannellee]

♡. TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE

𐐪 alpha! tokyorev x omega! reader · (draken, ryusei, kazutora, hanma, rindou, sanzu, shinichiro, chifuyu, baji, mikey)

— synopsis : their girlfriend says something totally innocent, or she thought. they catch the double meaning right away, while she remains clueless.

cw : suggestive dialogue, innocent and clueless girlfriend, misunderstandings, sexual references, kinda nsfw.

note : i'm slowly restyling my blog, finally saying bye to the red & strawberry-coded vibe. this post is part of the new look (although the only change here is the colour, and i also might change it again in the future). but i'm also working on a new masterlist layout. curious to know how you feel about the softer format (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

MY MASTERLIST : 💌

♡. ALPHA! DRAKEN (guys love when girls make sounds)

you're walking home with draken after a late dinner, the city quiet around you, just the echo of your steps and the occasional passing car. his jacket is slung over your shoulders, and you’re sharing a bag of snacks you picked up at the store.

you bite a biscuit, then say thoughtfully, “my friends said guys really like when omegas make noises.”

draken slows a little beside you. “…noises?”

you nod, completely casual, thinking about the conversation you had earlier. “yeah. like when we’re eating or watching something. they said alphas feel more connected or something when they can hear what you’re feeling instead of just guessing.”

he stops mid-step, and turns his head slowly toward you.

you only blink up at him, a little confused. “what?”

draken presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, watching your face like he’s trying to figure out if you’re messing with him. but you’re not. at all.

and so he exhales slowly through his nose and keeps walking.

you keep going too, unfazed. “they were saying stuff like, ‘don’t just sit there, if it’s good, let him hear it.’” you say, imitating one of your friends with a laugh. “‘make a little sound, show appreciation, y’know?’ i guess alphas are more sensory-driven?”

draken is staring ahead now, jaw a little tight.

but you dont notice any change in him, so you keep going, and glance up at him again. “i’ve been trying it. like earlier at dinner when that soup hit just right? I was like ‘mmh’ without even thinking.”

“…yeah.” draken’s voice comes out lower than usual. “i noticed.”

you smile brightly, proud of your progress. “right? it kinda feels nice too. like I’m not holding anything in.”

he hums, hand tightening slightly on the convenience bag. but as usual, you don’t notice.

“i think i’ll try it when we watch that movie you picked out. let myself be a little more expressive.”

draken clears his throat, shifting the bag to his other hand. “just—maybe tone it down if there are other guys around.”

you blink. “huh? why?”

he glances at you, expression unreadable. “because i know what they’ll hear when you do that.”

you frown in confusion, gentle eyes trying to understand what he meant by reading his face. “hear what?”

but he doesn’t answer. instead, he just puts his arm around your shoulders, gently pulling you a little closer to his side. his scent settles heavier around you, it's warm and grounding, you always love when he does that. it makes you feel safe.

“…what did you think i meant?” you ask.

he chuckles, lowly. “nothing, baby. just remind me to have a little talk with your friends.”

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♡. ALPHA! RYUSEI (nervous with first times...)

the sun’s lowering over the park, soft orange stretching across the concrete path as ryusei walks beside you, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other holding the soda you’ve both been sipping from.

your scent is warm in the evening air, the kind of softness only an omega can have, the one that lingers subtly when you’re relaxed.

you’re sitting on the edge of a bench now, legs swinging slightly. you take the soda back, fiddling with the straw mindlessly with your fingers. and then you say it, all quiet and casual :

“i get kinda nervous with first times.”

ryusei pauses, just a second too long and then repositions himself slightly, leaning an elbow on the backrest, his eyes sharp now.

“first times?” he repeats, his voice was soft but laced with interest. “you mean, like… trying new things?”

you nod without looking up, lips curling around the straw, taking another sip.

“yeah. i never know what to say. i always overthink it. but… i like figuring it out with someone I trust.”

and with that, he stills. because there’s no way you realize what that sounds like.

and yet, you're all soft posture, calm breathing, sitting close enough that your scent reaches him, untouched by the breeze. you’re not even doing anything, just being yourself in the most innocent way.

ryusei clears his throat, covering the heat crawling up the back of his neck.

“right,” he says, with a low smirk. “good thing i’m pretty experienced.”

and at that, you giggle, finally looking up at him. “you mean with awkward new things?”

“sure. whatever you call them.”

and then, there’s a slight pause. and just when he thinks you’re about to shyly apologise for saying something so out of pocket, the way you always do when you catch yourself thinking out loud, you tilt your head up and add : “like the first time i had to cook for a whole family. i totally froze. i didn’t even know how to preheat the oven.”

ryusei blinks at your confession, totally thrown.

“…oh,” he says, slightly after. and then he chuckles, leaning back and letting the tension leave his shoulders.

“that’s… not what i thought you meant.”

and you frown softly at him, not sure what he actually had in mind. “what’d you think i meant?”

“never mind,” he says, smiling lazily. his voice is lower now, but in a calm way. though you didn't notice how tensed he had been since you started talking.

you laugh a little, oblivious. “i burned the garlic bread. i was so embarrassed. but i didn’t feel as bad after, because they still liked it.”

and he watches you as talk, all sweet and happy, head tilted slightly. “you always do that.”

“do what?”

“talk like that.” his eyes narrow a little, still amused. “say stuff that sounds like something else, and act like you’ve got no idea.”

you blink slowly at him, looking genuinely confused. “…something else like what?”

he doesn’t answer you. he just leans in, close enough to catch another inhale of your scent, and takes the bottle from your hand.

“you really don’t know, huh?”

you smile easily with that soft look you always give him, shrugging. “i just like talking to you.”

ryusei exhales through his nose, something between a laugh and a sigh. his instincts tickling him upon witnessing how oblivious you could get.

he ends up handing you the soda back. “you’re dangerous.”

and you blink again, soft scent hugging him almost mockingly. “what?”

“nothing,” he says, dismissing your question. “you wanna go get dinner?”

and you nod, hopping up without hesitation, brushing your hand against his arm in passing, delighted to be spending time with your boyfriend.

and ryusei follows, quiet, amused, and just a little bit on edge, wondering how long he’s going to survive this kind of innocence.

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♡. ALPHA! KAZUTORA (been doing lots of stuff with other guys lately...)

you’re sitting side by side on the couch, both scrolling lazily on your phones. the room is totally quiet except for the faint city sounds slipping through the windows.

you're thinking a bit too much, as usual, and that's when, out of nowhere, you say like it’s nothing : “i’ve been doing a lot of stuff with other guys lately.”

kazutora’s eyes snap up, heart pounding a little faster. he tries to keep calm, but his voice drops low, cautious. “stuff?”

you bite your lip, thinking for a second, which doesn't help your case.

“yeah… like hanging out, talking, and sometimes they ask me to give them a hand with things.”

kazutora freezes for a moment, his mind racing. 'give them a hand' sounds innocent enough, but there’s an edge to it that makes him extra cautious, especially since kazutora knows how you somehow always end up in weird situations.

and so he leans in, voice quieter but tense. “what kind of things?”

you shrug, totally unaware of the implications. “oh, you know… stuff like helping them study or giving advice for group projects, but sometimes they ask for… other stuff too."

kazutora’s jaw tightens. his protective instincts kicking in hard, heart hammering, he doesn't know where this is going, but he somehow absolutely hates it.

“other stuff?”

you nod like it’s no big deal. “yeah, like sometimes they want me to do things i’m not really sure about. but I just say yes, I don’t like turning people down.”

kazutora exhales slowly but the worry doesn’t leave his eyes, it even gets worse, scent barely held in. he’s silent for a moment, trying to imagine what she might mean. his mind spins through possibilities, tension taking over all his senses.

“you’re telling me other guys ask you for things you don’t even wanna do… and you just go along with it?��� he finally says quietly, trying to keep his voice steady.

you smile softly, still clueless. “yeah, basically. but it’s easier to just help out than explain why not.”

kazutora nods slowly, his jaw ticks and he laughs once, bitterly, like he can’t believe you just said that so casually. a few seconds pass in silence, the air thick with his rising anger, unsure what to say first, how to address the fact that other alphas have been taking advantage of your sweet nature.

but you don't notice that, and you add casually, "like the other day, this guy i don't even know asked me to help him practice introducing himself before a big meeting. he was really nervous.”

kazutora blinks, the tension draining away. his expression shifts to confusion, absolutely blown away by what you just said. but relief soon takes over his mind.

“wait… that’s it?”

you grin, completely unaware of the panic you just put him through. “yeah! i’m just too nice, i guess.”

kazutora laughs softly, shaking his head. he reaches over and kisses your forehead, feeling lighter now that the misunderstanding is cleared.

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♡. ALPHA! HANMA (like warm and sticky stuff)

the kitchen smells like vanilla and cinnamon, warm and sweet and a little chaotic. there's flour on the counter, a spoon is dropped into the sink, and you're leaning over the mixing bowl, swiping some of the gooey batter onto your finger with a satisfied hum.

hanma stands across from you, sleeves rolled up, grinning as you sneak another taste.

“god, i love swallowing warm, sticky stuff,” you sigh, licking your finger clean. “it reminds me of when i was little and used to eat frosting off the spoon. it’s just so comforting.”

and there’s a pause. then, with a loud clang, hanma drops the mixing bowl.

batter splatters onto the floor in slow motion, and you let out a startled yelp, “hanma! that was our last batch!”

but he’s not listening. instead, he’s bent over, bracing himself against the counter, laughing so loud. his whole body shakes, and he actually wipes a tear from the corner of his eye.

“you—” his laughter makes it hard to speak clearly, “you’re gonna be the death of me, baby.”

you frown, crouched down with a rag in your hand, already cleaning his mess. “what? i was just talking about the batter.”

he stares at you, absolutely delighted. “you don’t even know what you just said, do you?”

you tilt your head, confused, and repeat yourself. “that i like eating the warm—”

he practically chokes hearing you, grabbing the edge of the counter to steady himself.

“oh, my sweet baby,” he says between laughs, “you say the filthiest things with the most innocent face.”

your eyebrows knit together, clearly confused. “i’m not filthy! i was just—”

“—swallowing something warm and sticky, yeah, i got it.” he finishes, still grinning like it’s the best thing he’s heard all week.

you narrow your eyes at him. “why is that funny?”

he walks around the counter, still laughing under his breath as he crouches down to help you clean up the spilled batter, hand brushing yours as he leans close enough for his voice to drop lower. "you're dangerous, y'know that? sayin' stuff like that with no clue what it does to me."

you blink, soft eyes looking up at his amused face. “...for saying i like cake batter?”

and he just laughs again, shaking his head, clearly giving up on trying to explain.

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♡. ALPHA! RINDOU (guys love it when girls use their mouth)

you and rindou are sitting on the rooftop of your apartment building, the city lights twinkling below you. the night air is cool, you’re sharing a bag of chips and you’re mid-rant about your younger cousin’s school struggles.

“she’s so stressed,” you say, frowning as you remember the phone call you just had with her. “she says the boys in her class never get what she’s trying to say, and she ends up getting blamed for stuff during group work.”

rindou hums disinterestedly beside you, more focused on your voice than the actual words. he likes how you talk when you’re distracted : thoughtful, cute, a little out of breath from talking so much, and that sweet scent you let out only near him.

you dig in the bag for more chips and add, almost too calmly for him, “apparently guys love it when girls use their mouth.”

his heart misses a beat and he's snapping his head towards you. “…what?”

you glance up at him, puzzled. “yeah, like when they explain things properly? instead of just expecting guys to magically understand.”

he stares at you for a while, like he just got hit by a brick. but you don’t notice, as you’re too busy unwrapping the chocolate you found in your pocket.

“my cousin said the boys get super frustrated when girls just kind of stare and wait for them to guess what they mean. so i told her : just use your mouth. speak up. say what you want.”

he covers the lower half of his face with his hand, ears flushed pink. “please stop saying it like that,” he mutters under his breath.

you blink at him, absolutely confused at the change in his scent. “huh?”

“nothing,” he coughs, shaking his head, lips twitching as he tries to erase a grin. “just… remind me never to let you give advice when I'm not around.”

you shrug, tossing the wrapper into back into your pocket, “why? i think i give great advice.”

he doesn't respond, simply laughs at you, and how cute you're being. so you give him a playful nudge, not understanding where his agitation comes from. “you’re weird.”

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♡. ALPHA! SANZU (a nice, deep sleep)

you’re lying stretched out on the couch, the late afternoon sun spreading its soft shadows around the room. your voice is low and almost dreamy when you whisper, “i like it when i can’t move the next morning. it means it was a good night.”

sanzu, sitting beside you, blinks slowly, his eyes narrowing, playful but confused. “...what kind of night are we talking about here?”

you grin, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “sleep, silly. like, a really deep kind of sleep. you know, the kind where you wake up sore all over but totally refreshed.”

he lets out a slow breath, dragging a hand down his face as his expression softens into something almost amused, looking at you with gentle eyes, as if you were the most precious thing ever. “baby, you don’t make it easy for me, do you?”

you lift your head, catching his eyes with a small, innocent smile. “well, maybe i like it when you tire me out.”

sanzu’s eyes darken just a little at that, and he moves closer to you, his voice dropping low and calm. “well, next time, just tell me. i want to be ready for you.”

you sit back, feeling the warmth of him beside you, his presence comfortable and making you feel safe and protected.

and the subtle hum of his steady breathing tells you he’s more than willing, even proud, to take care of his omega, no matter what kind of night it is. (soft sanzu!!!)

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♡. ALPHA! SHINICHIRO (need both hands)

you’re trying to help shinichiro carry a heavy box into the house, even though he insisted you stay still and safe.

the edges dig into your palms, and you’re struggling to keep a grip. suddenly, your fingers slip, and the box tilts dangerously.

you gasp, dropping it with a soft noise on the floor. “oh my god, it slipped out of my hands... it was so thick, I could barely wrap my fingers around it.”

shinichiro freezes, eyes wide in a second before his breath stays stuck in his throat. “…what now?”

you huff, rubbing your palms like that’ll make the sting go away, admitting shinichiro was right and that you should've just rested on the couch.

“the box,” you say, cheeks flushing faintly, “the corners are just too wide. you’re stronger than me though, so you can probably handle it better.”

he blinks slowly, then looks up at the ceiling as if asking the sky to give him patience. his voice is low, with a mixture of exasperation and amusement, visibly shocked at what can come out of his omega's mouth so innocently.

“i am SO in love with you, but damn, you say some wild stuff.”

you roll your eyes playfully at him and start to walk past him, muttering under your breath, “i'll need both hands next time.” oblivious to the way he almost drops to his knees at your innocent words, that sounded way too dirty for him.

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♡. ALPHA! CHIFUYU (so big it breaks your jaw)

you’re sitting outside the konbini store, sipping a peach juice from the carton. chifuyu sits beside you, slowly unwrapping his sandwich without saying much, only listening to your rambling.

you take a bite of your snack and mutter, “ugh, that was way bigger than i expected.”

that catches his attention, and chifuyu glances over, eyebrows knitting slightly in concern.

“like, i thought it’d be bite-sized, but my jaw literally cracked trying to get a single bite.”

you say it completely casually, as if you’re just talking about the size of your snack, which you are. meanwhile, chifuyu’s eyes look down for a moment, his throat tightens, and he shifts awkwardly, clearly caught off guard by the unintended double meaning.

“you… you okay?” he asks, voice a little unsteady, playing it cool but failing miserably.

you nod, poking at your wrapper and smiling softly. “yeah, just didn’t expect it to be that big. didn’t look that way from the outside.”

chifuyu clears his throat, cheeks flushing faintly, and he quickly looks away, blinking rapidly as if trying to reset his thoughts. feeling guilty for what goes through his head when you look so clueless and peaceful, munching on a little piece of chocolate you took from the bag.

you smile at him, oblivious to how flustered he’s gotten, and keep sipping your juice. chifuyu slowly calms down, thanking the comforting pheromones you let out, and reminding himself to keep his cool next to you.

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♡. ALPHA! KAKUCHO (poor gag reflex)

you’re sitting side by side on the couch with kakucho, sharing a big cup of bubble tea. the kind scent of your boyfriend surrounds you as you chew thoughtfully on one of the tapioca pearls.

and suddenly, you pause, brows furrowing slightly. “i always forget i have a really sensitive gag reflex.”

kakucho’s eyes narrow just a bit, his breathing steady but there's a faint surprise inside his gaze. “you do?”

you nod at his question, swirling the straw between your fingers. “yeah. these pearls... if i don’t chew them enough, they get stuck. one moment i’m fine, the next i’m tearing up like I’m about to cry.”

he watches you carefully, expression calm but clearly registering the unintentional effect of your words, amused but worried at how casually you can say such stuff.

he leans back slowly and lets out a shaky breath, voice low and even. “you don’t realize what you say sometimes, do you?”

you look up at him, genuinely confused, scent soft and innocent. “huh? i’m just talking about the boba.”

his eyes darken slightly as he meets your gaze, voice dropping again, low and steady. “you make it harder than it has to be".

you smile softly, oblivious to the weight behind his words, deciding to just go back to sipping your drink.

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♡. ALPHA! BAJI (love to keep a mouth full)

you’re sitting outside, enjoying each other's presence, your soft scents enveloping the both of you. the sun is slowly setting, the day coming to an end, leaving you all tired and in your own little world.

you pick up a pen from the ground, turning it thoughtfully between your fingers. and then, without much thought, you say to baji, "i’m kinda weird, you know? i really like having stuff in my mouth, even if it’s not food."

baji glances over at you, one eyebrow quirking up as a slow, knowing grin spreads across his face. "not food?"

you shrug, smiling softly like it’s no big deal. “yeah. sometimes i chew on pens or straws when i’m thinking. helps me focus.”

he chuckles low, leaning back on his hands, watching you with a mix of amusement and something quieter, loving how you can say the most out of pocket things. “never knew that about you.”

you shrug again, completely casual, unaware of the double meaning lingering beneath your words. “i guess it’s a bad habit or something, but i can’t help it. it makes me feel calm.”

baji’s gaze lingers on you a little longer, entertained by your innocence, knowing full well how that sounded. he keeps his voice soft, careful not to break the peaceful mood between you two. “good to know you’ve got your ways.”

you grin and hold out the pen to him, inviting him to do the same. “want to try?”

he laughs quietly, shaking his head with a smirk. “nah, I’ll leave that one to you.”

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♡. ALPHA! MIKEY (sitting on it just right)

you’re hanging out by mikey’s bike in the garage, the afternoon sun peaking through the window. he’s wiping down the seat when you glance over, curious.

“i’ve never really sat on a bike like this before,” you say, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “it looks kinda… intimidating.”

mikey smirks, not saying anything yet, just enjoying your presence and how you always have so much to say, filling his ears with your soft voice.

you keep talking, totally chill, like you’re just sharing your thoughts. “i mean, you gotta really get on it, right? like, sit down hard enough so you don’t slip off. i bet it takes some time getting used to it.”

he raises an eyebrow at your words, but you don’t notice. you simply keep going, “yeah, and your legs have to grip it tight, or you’re not gonna stay steady when it moves.”

mikey finally looks up at you, a little amused. “you’re overthinking it.”

you laugh, shaking your head. “nah, i’m serious. i can imagine it’s kinda rough at first, but that’s just part of learning, right?”

he leans back, folding his arms, trying to keep his cool. “yeah… sitting on it the right way’s important.” he answers, a bit cautious.

you grin, nodding. “exactly! i don’t wanna mess it up when i'll first try. i want to be good at it.”

mikey clears his throat, voice low and amused. “maybe I should teach you sometime.” he says, watching how you happily hop onto the seat at his words, absolutely clueless at how your words affect him.

💌 thank you for reading (❀´ ˘ `❀) ♡

— i really liked the concept behind this one, but somehow i'm not entirely satisfied with how it turned out. i feel like it could've been better... i hope you still enjoyed though !

— i actually planned to make it into two parts, but i ended up writing for ten characters all in this one instead, so no part two ig! (or only if you have other characters in mind!!)

[cannellee]

haii!! it’s 🍓 again! i wanted to request bonten mikey finding his old omega crush (back from his toman days) suffering and dirty on the streets because she’s homeless ☹ and his alpha instincts kick in. he just wants to take her home with him… he can’t have you, his sweet omega though never official yet, suffering like this!

BTW JUST WANTED TO REMIND YOU AGAIN HOW MUCH OF AN AMAZING WRITER YOU ARE!! love you lots ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა  mwah

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ bonten! alpha! mikey x omega! reader

— mikey finds his teenage crush on the streets and rescues her

note : thanks a lot 🍓anon, you're the sweetest!! ily sm and I hope you'll like it🫶

note 2 : I'm trying to write more dialogue! it's one thing I'm reeeaally not confident about so I'm trying to fix that!

MY MASTERLIST: ★

mikey had never been a man who chased after love. the idea of needing someone, of leaning on another... it felt foreign and almost weak. he’d spent years alone, his heart shielded behind walls that were built from the pain he received and power he acquired. but he was fine with that.

in fact, mikey wasn’t a man who believed in soft things. not in feelings, not in attachments and definitly not in needing someone. his world had always been about strength, survival, and control.

but there had been a time, a short moment when he knew something else, something sweeter, something kind. something he buried deep inside and tried to forget.

and she was that something.

back when they were younger, before the blood, the fights, and before the world tore them apart, she was his omega. she wasn't official, none of them ever said anything about it, never categorising their relationship out loud as it was too precious to be put in a box.

but the way she moved, the way she smelled, it was once all his for a while. he silently owned this soft and gentle presence, balancing out the chaos in his life. a presence that made him feel loved and at peace.

but he never tried to change things between them. it was comfortable the way it was. and even though he wanted more, he never had the courage to keep her by his side.

he remembered how she had looked up to him when they were young, how her delicate hands trembled whenever they touched, how her voice softened just for him. he had always been her protector, her support. driven by an alpha’s instinct to guard and hold, he was fierce and reliable.

so when he saw her now, shivering on the cracked pavement, ragged clothes hanging off her, eyes wide and unblinking, he wondered when it all went wrong.

how did life messed you up this bad ?

you looked so small, so painfully vulnerable.

the omega he had once held so carefully, who had needed him then, was still there, but different, tortured by time and a life way too harsh for her. your skin was smudged with dirt, your hair tangled. and yet despite everything, you were still impossibly beautiful in that quiet way omegas are : soft, pure like something that was made to be protected.

really, what happened ?

you were kind, sweet. you used to bring him snacks without asking. used to smile when he didn’t even deserve it, and talked to him like he was human, not something awful and scary. and he never said it out loud, but you made the world bearable for a little while.

and now this?

now you looked like you hadn't been hugged in years.

your scent, his favorite scent, was numbed by the cold, exhaustion, and whatever pain you've had to go through in order to survive. and it didn’t suit you, none of this did in his eyes.

you were supposed to end up with some decent alpha. some guy who took care of your needs without you having to ask. who cooked your favorite meals and kept you warm and never, ever let you fall this far.

not like this. not here. and definitely not all alone.

mikey’s jaw clenched so tight it ached. his fists were already curled at his sides, twitching with guilt as he watched his highschool sweetheart he had abandoned a few years ago, so sure his presence in her life would've only resulted in misery.

so where was the world that was supposed to treat you gently? and where was the life you deserved?

you, who should’ve had a quiet home and soft blankets and someone to press kisses into your neck just to calm your nerves. you, who should’ve been spoiled and cared for, never left in the dirt like a stray.

and he hated it. hated that no one had done that for you. hated that he’d let you go. that he thought keeping things as they were would be enough. and regretted that he hadn’t stepped in when he had the chance. regretted that he convinced himself it was better to keep you at arm’s length, telling himself it was safer, easier, that nothing had to change. you were always there, soft and kind and good to him, and he’d thought that would always be enough.

but it wasn’t, and he knew that now. because you looked at him like he was all you had left. and maybe that was the case. especially in your state.

but he wasn’t the soft alpha you used to sit next to on rooftops. nor was he the tired but gentle boy you’d offer snacks to during long school days. that side of him died with everything else after you parted ways.

the man standing over you now, all dressed in black and dirty money, wasn’t warm. and he wasn’t gentle. his hands weren’t clean anymore.

and yet, even like this, your eyes still found something positive in him. mikey could see that you clung to the past version of him, that you still trusted him.

you didn’t flinch when he crouched down in front of you and you didn’t look away when he stared into your face with those once familiar eyes, now dark and unreadable.

you just blinked slowly, lips slightly parted and throat swallowing thickly as if you wanted to say something, but didn’t have the strength to.

and how he hated how small your voice sounded when you finally did speak. “…mikey?”. his jaw twitched, his hands curled into fists against his knees.

he knew you were cold, he could feel it even from here. the wind was sharp and he was absolutely sure that thin sweater of yours didnt shield anything. and yet, you didn’t even try to pull it tighter, as if you were too tired to fight back.

“who did this to you?” he asked quietly, his chest tightening.

you didn’t answer him. you just looked away, shame clouding your expression. and that pissed him off more than anything.

you, his sweet little omega, the girl who used to fuss over his injuries and light candles in her room when he looked too tired, you thought this was your fault?

“stand up,” he said simply.

you went to protest, but he beat you to it, interrupting you and repeating himself.

“I said, get up.”

you flinched. once again, your first instinct was to argue, to tell him no, that he didn’t have to bother, that you weren’t worth the trouble.

you didn’t even look like a person anymore, let alone an omega. your clothes were ruined, your scent unbalanced, your skin dull and bruised in places you didn’t even remember getting hurt. and he looked like the embodiment of power, like the kind of alpha who controlled entire empires.

that's why you felt disgusting next to him.

“I—I can’t.” your voice cracked, barely above a whisper, weak and tired. “look at me…”

he did, and that was the problem. he was still looking at you, like none of it mattered. like he still saw you under all that filth, and that only made the shame even more unbearable.

you looked away, hugging yourself, small hands grabbing your own arms. “you shouldn’t see me like this,” you mumbled, voice shaking.

mikey didn’t move for a moment. but quietly replied, voice trying hard to be soft and reassuring. “don’t say that.”

his voice had shifted, it was deeper and lower. his scent was also firmer now, filling the cold street with that unmistakable alpha presence, strong and commanding. but it wasn't suffocating, instead, it helped ground you, made you feel a little bit more at ease.

“I don’t care what you look like,” he said, stepping in close, until his shadow covered your smaller form. “you’re not staying here. not another second.”

you shook your head, voice breaking with something between panic and humiliation, once again trying to protest, in vain, because mikey wasn't letting you out there, he wasn't going to just walk away. not this time.

he took off his coat and wrapped it around you before you could even realise it. you smelled like dirt, like the streets, like everything you should never have had to endure, and still, beneath it, that soft omega scent was there, faint but distinct. soft and sweet, just like he remembered.

it was his. always been. he had always felt more possessive upon smelling your pheromones, felt like it was his duty to look after you. and so he did what he didn't do before.

you looked up at him, shocked as he hooked an arm under your knees and lifted you like you weighed nothing, and your fingers grabbed his shirt automatically.

you tried to pull your face away from his chest, eyes avoiding his face. “mikey, don’t—just, put me down. this is... this is too much.”

he didn’t even slow down. “you can barely stand.”

“I’m fine.” you answered, although you perfectly knew the hunger had gotten to you and that you wouldn't have been able to take a single step yourself before falling down. and mikey knew it.

“no, you’re not.”

his tone was blunt, not harsh, but it was not open for debate either. and somehow, that steadiness calmed you more than any gentle reassurance could have. mikey wasn’t soft, not anymore, not like back then. but he was constant, reliable and he meant what he said.

he was silent the entire walk to the car. a black vehicle parked on a corner, the engine was still running, clearly waiting for him. the driver didn’t even blink at the sight of mikey carrying a clearly weakened omega in his arms. maybe he was used to it, or maybe he just knew better than to ask.

mikey placed you inside gently, as if you’d break at any sudden mouvement. he pulled the seatbelt over your chest and clicked it in. his hand lingered for a moment at your side, before pulling away slowly, like it took everything in him to leave your side for a bit.

he then got in on the other side and shut the door. the silence in the car was thick.

your voice was small when you whispered, “you didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to,” he cut in flatly. “you think I’m going to leave you out there? after what you’ve been through?”

you looked down at your hands resting on your lap, trying not to let your scent increase with the embarrassment and anxiety rolling off you.

but mikey noticed, of course he did. mikey was sharp and all his senses had been focused on your whole being since he first saw you tonight.

he leaned back in the seat, turning his head just slightly to look at you. “you’re not a burden.” he said, wanting to reassure you and appease your mind.

you didn't answer, playing with your fingers nervously.

“I should’ve kept you close,” he added after a while and the silence that followed was heavy.

“but you didn’t,” you whispered, and you didn’t even mean it to sound bitter when you did. it was just... true.

“no. I didn’t.” his jaw twitched. he didn't blame you for saying the truth. he really regretted his actions.

“I thought leaving things how they were would protect you,” he said, almost in an attempt to reassure himself more than you. “thought if I kept my distance, didn’t drag you into anything… you’d get the life you deserved.”

he glanced at you then, with a gaze too sharp and dark to be meant for you. “and now look at what they did to you.”

“you were supposed to be safe. with someone good, in a warm house, with food, with someone who gave you what you needed. not—” he interrupted himself, clenching his hands in his lap. “not this.”

you couldn’t even look at him. you felt way too exposed, ashamed and disappointed at yourself for failing your life so miserably and ending up in this situation. you were not where you were supposed to be : next to a loving husband that could've given you the life any omega like you craved for.

mikey didn't take his eyes off you. he reached out to you again, slower this time, brushing your wrist with his fingers, carefully. “you're coming with me. I promise I’ll fix this.”

and although you still felt undeserving, still felt like you should be ashamed to accept it, you didn’t pull away, accepting his bigger hand into yours, enjoying the touch that once brought you comfort.

there was no way you could pull away. not when his scent enveloped your body like a warm blanket, making you feel the safest you've ever did in what felt like ages.

you wanted to trust mikey once again, wanted to believe he would make things alright again, that you wouldn't have to worry anymore. that he'd take care of you the way you dreamed he would've done a few years ago, when everything still felt beautiful and promising.

because you were sure now that, if no one else could protect you, he would.

[cannellee]

helllllluuuu i lovee your works and am wondering if youll do a part 2 to the boarding school au :>

yes yes yes !! part 2 is on the way, anon 💌maybe not right now, but I am working on it and I'll definitely post more soon ♡

I'll also probably post more than just 2 parts, I planned on doing multiple ones actually! so it might turn into a whole little series👀, although I'm not a 100% sure yet ~

[cannellee]

I'm the one that requested yandere sanzu and I just wanted to say thank you so much for writing it ^ ^ it really made my day and I'm happy to see you posting again!

aaah I'm so happy you liked it!!! feedback means so much to me!! and your request was so cute, so I really loved writing it, tysm🫶🫶

[cannellee]

Hi I wanted to request maybe omega maybe their alpha or beta toman members lunchbox of homemade food to school or a meeting and no one knew about the toman guys having an omega. So that’s how everyone finds out and everyone wants to try the food? Like it would probably be chaos, bonus if y/n makes desserts and Mikey finds out and ends up requesting them daily or something. Thank you if you do write my request.

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ alpha! Tokyo revengers x omega! Reader (pairing : draken, mikey, mitsuya, baji, shinichiro, chifuyu, + bonus : ran & rin with shared omega in bonten)

synopsis : bringing them homemade food & meeting their friends.

note : this idea is so cute, thank youu!! I hope that's what you had in mind!

𐙚. ALPHA! DRAKEN

the atmosphere at the toman meeting was tensed, they were all gathered in a small room with the division captains as draken and mikey presided the discussion.

most of them were sprawled out on couches or leaning against their bikes. mikey, for once, had fallen asleep upright, his chin resting against his chest.

draken, however, had disappeared for a second.

and when he came back, he had a small plastic bag in hand, filled with small, individually wrapped bento containers. and every boy’s head lifted at the smell.

deliciously grilled meat, warm rice and fluffy tamagoyaki. there was even a hint of something sweet, maybe pastries ?

“what the hell is that?” pehyan asked, yawning and sniffing the air like a curious animal.

“food,” draken answered while casually taking a seat on the used couch next to his bike. he opened the lid of his bento, revealing the meal inside : it was perfectly arranged, still warm, and with a little love note stuck to the lid with a heart drawn in pink marker.

and that was the lovely note that sparked the curiosity of his friends. “wait. draken… who made that?”

draken didn’t answer right away. he just took a bite, stared down at the bento for a second too long, and shrugged. “...my omega.”

his statement made every head in the room snapped up. “you have an omega?!” three people voiced at the same time.

he blinked. “I didn’t think I had to say anything.”

amidst the chaos, mikey leaned forward. “...does she make desserts ?”

draken narrowed his eyes. “no. she makes my desserts.”

mikey sighed grumpily and tried to steal one of the pastry inside the box, trying hard to be sneaky. draken didn’t even look up, he just reached out and shoved the lid closed with one hand.

“I’ll break your fingers.”

“come on, bro, just a little piece—”

“I said no.” draken leaned forward, voice low. “she cooked for me. not for you. not for the gang. this isn’t some open buffet. you don’t even get to look at it too long.”

and that was the end of it. for the rest of the meeting, draken quietly ate with his head low, gaze soft only when he picked up the little note you'd written : a small paper with pink hearts, telling him to not skip lunch and that you love him.

he folded it carefully and tucked it into his wallet, because that's just how much you mean to him<3 his warm, delicate little omega who left home just to feed him, the only thing keeping him grounded in his chaotic lifestyle...

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𐙚. ALPHA! MIKEY

you realised mikey had forgotten his lunchbox a while after he left for his toman meeting. it was night and the screams were the only things confirming you were getting closer to the shrine.

you discerned mikey standing on top of the stairs and decided to get closer and wait until the meeting was over.

you thought you made yourself discreet, not wanting to disturb anyone, but mikey had caught a faint smell, alluring and captivating.

of course it was yours.

he told draken to handle things until he came back and joined your side, a huge question mark above his head. what was his pretty omega doing here? was there something wrong?

when you handed him his lunchbox, curious eyes scrutinised the two of you. mikey was really quiet with his private life and didn't say much details.

by the time you and mikey had a small talk, the meeting was over and his friends joined you.

mikey was too busy devouring your homemade food he didn't react when they asked you all kind of questions, giving you space only when you seemed a bit stressed by their strong presence.

mikey scolded them just slightly, knowing you were not in danger.

and everyone's waiting for mikey to explain just who you are?? and he simply shrugs and tells them your his omega.

"she can cook anything!" he said proudly.

now you picked everyone's curiosity and the remaining smell of the fresh food was making everyone drool.

baji's the one calling him a lucky guy and you're blushing because both mitsuya and draken are agreeing.

none of them can get home to a lovely omega cooking for their alpha and none of them can count on a perfect omega like you to bring them food during the day, and now they want a taste of it.

mikey unbothered look dropped soon enough and started nagging his friends like a child. there's no way his omega will be cooking for other alphas who are not him >:(

it's a categorical no from him and when he hears baji insisting you swear he was ready to throw hands.

luckily you absolutely love to cook and making extra portions once in a while is no big deal.

so you promise that's what you're gonna do and now everyone's envious of mikey.

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𐙚. ALPHA! MITSUYA

you dropped by the sewing club like you always did, lunchbox in hand, his name written neatly on the label. luna and mana, who regularly spent their lunch here, ran to greet you, already babbling about how their brother skipped breakfast again.

mitsuya looked up, tired but grateful, as you set the bento down in front of him and gently fixed the collar of his uniform. you didn’t scold him, you just smiled at his neglected appearance and unpacked the meal, hands working with care.

his sisters giggled at the little notes and sweets tucked inside, and the star-shaped rice, omelette, and strawberry slices arranged just how he liked them.

and as you worked so quietly, so gently, mitsuya found himself pausing more than once just to take in the sight of you. you were so delicate, so kind and always made time just for him... this sight of you taking care of him always stirred something fierce and protective in him.

and then, the door slid open. a few members of toman peeked in, catching the scent of a warm meal. they paused, staring at mitsuya, and then at you. and at the bento.

“…wait,” smiley muttered, his voice too loud in the quiet room. “that’s your omega?”

takemichi opened wide his eyes. “I didn’t even know mitsuya had an omega.” which wasn't a surprise since they never came during lunch, their presence here was unusual.

they looked back and forth between the soft-spoken person tidying up his napkin, and the ever-composed vice-captain who was now casually eating star-shaped rice like this was the most normal thing in the world.

“don’t even think about it,” he said calmly, blocking the dessert box with his elbow from the others who started coming too close to his food, smiley eyeing the desserts with too much envy.

you giggled, already pulling out another napkin to wipe mitsuya's cheek, along with his little sisters' who had already devoured the desserts you made for them.

mitsuya's friends lingered for a while longer, hungry and somehow a bit jealous, although softened by the sight of their friend being so kindly looked after.

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𐙚. ALPHA! BAJI

you made it a ritual to give baji his lunchbox before going to school. he would walk you to your classroom quite early in the morning, when nobody was even there, and go to his own.

but today you were running late and told baji not to wait for you.

"baji! here, your lunchbox! I'm sorry we couldn't walk together to school :( see you after classes!!", and he thanked you by placing a kiss to your temple.

you were both observed by a wide eyed ryusei and chifuyu who was choking on his food.

and baji acted like it was the most normal thing in the world.

ryusei and chifuyu didn't realise baji's lunches were all made by you, the food he so greedily ate without sharing... not even when both of them were begging to let them have a bite. it just smelled so delicious!!

what followed was chaos. chifuyu stared at baji like he had just discovered that his friend had secret life and it felt like a betrayal.

“wait—you have an omega?!”

ryusei was already halfway through baji’s lunch before a fist landed on his head. baji yanked the box out of his hands with a low growl, eyes dark.

“don’t touch what’s mine.”

it wasn’t just about the food. the lunchbox wasn’t just neatly packed : it was yours, what his sweet omega did to show him she cared and loved him. your scent clung to every napkin, your handwriting was the cutest he had ever seen and was across the little notes you sometimes tucked in, and the rice balls were shaped the way he liked. a soft fruit jelly on the side, just the flavor he craved and that you always remembered.

and he wasn’t about to let some idiot stick their fingers in what was his.

from that day on, chifuyu and ryusei could smell it : the faint, comforting scent of omega that lingered on baji’s uniform. they’d even catch him quietly opening his lunch during breaks with a rare softness on his face.

and no one dared to say a word. but they definitely talked between themselves when you came to pick him up after school, waiting just outside the gate with another snack in hand. and they looked as shocked as ever, when baji slung his arm around your waist like it was second nature.

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𐙚. ALPHA! SHINICHIRO

"hi babe! I'm just dropping off your food, I need to get to work quickly today". and with that you put shinichiro's food on the counter of his shop, sending him a flying kiss before dashing out the door to get to your car.

shinichiro barely got the chance to reply with a "thank you love!" that he already feels the burning eyes questioning him.

wakasa is utterly disgusted by the lovesick stare his friend seems to have, but more disturbed by the extremely casual conversation he just had with some omega he never heard of.

"who's that ? a new assistant?", shinichiro looks at him all proud before grabbing the bag you just dropped. he wiped his hands on his uniform and opened it, presenting the delicious food he had the pleasure to taste everyday.

"of course not, that's my girlfriend!", he replies with a bright smile. "look at that. she's the best, she always think about me even when she's late!"

wakasa and takeomi are more surprised by the fact that their friend actually got himself an omega, rather than the hot food inside the soft pink box. but they say nothing, too shocked to, as they watch shinichiro absolutely pleased and looking completely in love.

"how come you have a girlfriend and actually never told us about her?"

"wait—you didn't know?" he blinks, scratching the back of his neck. "I've been talking about her nonstop... she loves to cook, so she makes me lunch every day." he glances away with a sheepish smile. "but yeah, since you're not always around, I guess you just never saw her."

"whatever," wakasa scoffs, leaning closer. "just let us try some of that food—smells kinda good."

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𐙚. ALPHA! CHIFUYU

"oh, here you are 'fuyu! I cooked your lunch as promised! I need to get going but I'll wait for you as usual ?", you waited for his reply to get going and join your own classroom.

you didn't really pay attention to his two friends as looked at you confused, both stopping eating their own food. they watched you leave, your happy scent lingering in the air behind you.

chifuyu's own pheromones were circling around the group of friends, making baji and ryusei exchanged a few looks.

"who is that ?", ryusei did notice that chifuyu was spending less time with them, always scurrying to the school's gates whenever their classes were over.

they didn't question it as he never explicitly mentioned what his strange behaviour was about. but seeing a cute omega dropping some homemade food with a light blush on her cheeks, was poking their curiosity.

"that's my... girlfriend", his own face was covered with a hint of pink. this new denomination felt weird on his tongue, calling you his girlfriend felt nice.

"and she just gave you food ?", ryusei asked with an incredulous look.

"I know right! she's just so cute!" he excitedly showed the carefully sliced meet, small rice balls and other pieces of food you gathered in your favourite lunchbox.

"well, looks like chifuyu got himself quite the catch", ryusei remarked while clapping him on the back with a smirk.

"she looks nice, you're lucky", baji simply said upon remembering how warm and affectionate her tone had been.

“he’s not wrong,” ryusei says, only half joking. “but you're both lucky. baji’s got his mom feeding him, and you’ve got a girlfriend packing you lunch. I’m out here eating garbage most days.”

chifuyu just laughs, but he knows he’s lucky. not just for the food, but for you. you give him so much of your time and he wants to repay you the best he can.

he chuckled at the lighthearted way his friends took the news, and ate each bite with delight, feeling lucky you cooked for him in the first place.

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𐙚. BONUS :

𐙚. ALPHA! RAN & RIN (shared omega + bonten)

no one in bonten had ever seen rin or ran bring anyone around. not to meetings, not to the headquarters and not even in passing.

so when you quietly walked in one afternoon, oh so delicate and sweet, a little lunch bag clutched between your hands, sanzu almost choked on his cigarette.

“the hell?” he muttered under his breath, watching you approach the brothers with soft eyes and a gentle voice, barely audible over the gentle noise of the conversation.

rin leaned down so you didn’t have to reach up to him and ran took the bag from your hands like it was something fragile, like he didn’t tear bones apart with those same fingers. and when you smiled up at them, all soft and trusting, something in the room shifted.

you weren’t staff, and you weren’t freshly hired either. you were… something else. something that the haintani brothers treated with care and respect.

sanzu caught your scent then. it was soft, comforting and familiar in a way that made his instincts twitch. he didnt need much time to understand you were an omega.

and he made the mistake of calling out to you, in a casual way, his usual teasing words that should've never been directed at you.

“didn’t know you two were hiding someone like that.” he had a faint smirk. “gonna share?”

rin didn’t laugh and ran didn’t look amused either. sanzu's behaviour that they'd usually ignore couldn't have bothered them more than it did right now.

however, none of them even responded to sanzu. at least, not at first. they simply just stood there, their attention on you.

ran reached into the bag, pulled out a perfectly wrapped little box, while never breaking eye contact with sanzu. and rin brushed your wrist gently with his hand, where your scent is the strongest and most sensitive. a touch so brief, but so deeply territorial sanzu actually stepped back.

and then rin spoke, in a low and calm voice. “don’t bring her up again.”

that was all, no threats, no shouting. but the tension in the air remained, and so did your scent.

from that day on, no one commented when the haitani took their meetings in the far corner, where no one could hear a thing. no one asked about the extra cup of tea at their table. and when you passed sanzu again later that week, sweet as ever, polite and kind, he didn’t say a word.

he just looked away, feeling the weight of rin’s stare on his back.

[cannellee]

YOUR BACK FJDJDNNDND

YESSS!!!🫶🫶

[cannellee]

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE (vampire au!) ★

୨୧ yandere! vampire! alpha! tokyorev x omega! reader (pairing : mitsuya, izana, rin & ran, kakucho, baji, kazutora)

synopsis: when they're vampires in a world that doesn't treat omegas kindly, and keep you as their cute omega pet.

cw : infantilisation, kidnapping, dumbification, double standard, god complex, dehumanisation, blood & blood drinking, auctions, "pet", dark themes, + more.

MY MASTERLIST: ★

𐙚. YANDERE! VAMPIRE! ALPHA! MITSUYA

you were such a cute and precious little thing he had picked up from the streets, trembling and terrified. mitsuya always had a thing for injured preys like you and his instincts instantly pushed him to care for you, snatching you away from that cold and cruel world a cute omega like you shouldn't have to face.

mitsuya thinks you're made of glass and that you need him to take care of you as if you were incapable of doing anything yourself. he keeps you groomed and perfectly pretty for him, with adorable pastel coloured clothes and soft ribbons tangled in your hair.

he likes to keep you on his lap when he comes back from work, tucking your head on the crook of his neck, forcing you to inhale his powerful scent and gently hushing you, kissing your wet cheeks filled with tears and your quiet sobs.

he's kissing the top of your head, dizzy from how sugary sweet you smell. you have such a delicious scent, and to top it all off, your blood tastes as nice as it smells. he promised you he tried to be considerate, to not be too rough and scary, but it's just so hard to restrain himself when you look like a snack ready to be devoured.

he'll dig his fang inside your tender flesh, sucking the blood out of you, caressing your back affectionately while you squirm and try to get away from him. but he's stronger than you and you're stuck in his arms.

once he's done with you, he doesn't forget to tell how much of a good girl you've been. praising you for doing so well for your alpha and kissing you tenderly.

but mitsuya is understanding. he knows this is all a big change for you, who is used to fend for yourself, not used to the caring hand of a strong and reliable alpha like him. you have a hard time trusting him and it's okay, mitsuya will show you that a fragile being like you is better off in the embrace of someone stronger. you'll soon learn to accept that mitsuya finding you was a blessing and he's sure you'll be the perfect little housewife you're destined to be.

and indeed, he never fails to remind you how safer you are now that you're with him. he feeds you well, giving you only the sweetest delicacies the world has to offer. you now have a roof above your head and a sea of warm blankets, shielding you from the cold outside. he's been nothing but kind to you, speaking slowly and softly as if you were a small animal a yell could break. and if you put aside the occasional blood sucking session you have, you're sure you can say that you have it better than the majority of omegas of your time.

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𐙚. YANDERE! VAMPIRE! ALPHA! IZANA

izana got your pretty and delicate self from a black market that sold unlucky omegas like you. a rare prize that awaited an alpha like a saviour, to come and take you away from here.

and izana was about to do just that, paying a heavy price for your ownership. but it was nothing compared to how deliciously helpless you looked under him. so weak and fragile, made to submit and obey. fear had turned you into the perfect pet and izana knew you'd keep him happy from now on.

he loved to scare and tease you. imposing unfair punishments when you weren't able to complete an impossible task on time, laughing at your cute face and wide doe eyes, looking up at him pleadingly, searching for his mercy as you would with a god.

izana was protective and he liked his things to be marked. the numerous bites decorating your neck and wrists weren't enough, nor were his heavy scent that always clung to you like a sickening perfume.

he made you kneel as he adjusted a new collar around your neck. it was velvet, soft, too soft for how tight it was. he says it’s to help with scent control. but really, it’s a mark. his. and he smiles when he hears you whimper as it clicks shut. "there, that's better. now everyone knows who you belong to".

izana liked to keep you pretty, putting his wealth on display by making sure you always were all dolled up. a pretty sight for him to devour. a pretty face that he could control at his will. he enjoyed how adorable you looked as you cried for him to stop being so greedy, tightening your lips shut when he sucked your blood.

he sometimes forced his pheromones to get to your brain, turning you into a dizzy and compliant mess, all too happy to obey your instincts. that's how izana loves you best; dumb and eager to devote your life to him.

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𐙚. YANDERE! VAMPIRE! ALPHA! RIN & RAN

how cute! rin and ran love their docile little omega!

they got you in an omega center, where fragile beings who have yet to find the alpha they'll spend the rest of their life with, wait until someone finally takes them home.

upon seeing your clueless and scared little face, big glossy eyes looking at them as if pleading them to take you away from this scary place, they knew they had no choice but to take you with them.

you were sweet and compliant, a nice little doll who only lives to satisfy them, prioritising her alphas above anything else.

you were so eager to please, to obey, graciously taking your place on your knees beneath them and waiting for their command, too grateful to arbour any negative feelings against them. now you were here, with them, far away from that horrible place and the haitani brothers were your whole world, one you admired and worshipped.

you were too scared to upset them, to scared they would send you back to that awful place to pick up another omega. so you made sure to never get on their nerves, to please them in any way they demanded.

even when they took turns drinking your blood, you only muttered soft moans, careful not to appear too ungrateful and risking disturbing their peace.

you were so glad they cherished you this much. when ran had finished drinking from you, condescendingly laughing at you for being so agreeable, rin caught your weak body in his arms, licking the fresh bite his brother had just made and claiming the other side of your neck, all under ran's satisfied gaze.

you were so easy to torment, willingly smiling at them as if they hadn't just humiliated you by calling you a dumb puppy who can only wag her tail at the sight of her masters. while ran found your species endearing for how dependent on your stronger counterparts you were, rin thought he should cage you well so you never get hurt. he would've shackled you to the wall in their room if ran hadn't insisted they should let you roam along with them, loving how cute you looked following them so eagerly.

a day without them, and their little walking meal is crying and searching for them like crazy, how sweet! did they abandon you, did they leave to look for someone else ? ran loved seeing all those stupid thoughts make their way into your little brain, watching the internal conflict their departure had caused.

it did not take long for them to have a soft spot for you, now always making sure they leave you with enough blood so you don't die or develop any serious health issue. they feed you well, enjoying how happy you are about your situation. they maintain you the way they would do with an animal, wishing their little pet's life was as long as theirs...

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୨୧ YANDERE! VAMPIRE! ALPHA! KAKUCHO

you were a gift. wrapped up in silk and trembling like a leaf, handed to him with a casual smirk and a “thought you’d like this one.”

kakucho didn’t say anything at first, he just looked at you for a long, long moment. tilted his head, like he was trying to figure out what to do with a thing so small and so scared.

you wouldn’t meet his eyes.

good. he liked that.

you were obedient from the start. silent and skittish. a soft little thing with a sweet scent and glossy eyes, the kind of omega that was made to be kept. and kakucho was the kind of alpha who kept what was his.

he didn’t need to raise his voice or chain you to the bed. you learned fast. learned to stay in the corner of the room with your hands in your lap, eyes down, thighs pressed together, like a good little pet.

he took care of you, of course. dressed you in soft nightgowns, brushed your hair when you were too dazed to do it yourself, fed you from his hand like you didn’t know how to hold a fork anymore. you were so helpless, it almost made him laugh. almost.

you slept in his bed, curled up against him while he whispered to you about loyalty, about devotion. about how pets like you were safest in the arms of someone stronger, someone who could protect you from the world, from yourself.

sometimes he’d come home after a long night, blood on his hands, and find you dozing off in the corner of the room. he’d scoop you up, carry you to bed, press kisses to your forehead like he didn’t scare you half to death.

“no more hiding,” he’d whisper into your skin, dragging his fangs down your neck, “pets stay close to their master.”

and kakucho never hurt you. not really. he just held on a little too tight. and fed a little too often. sometimes he watched a little too long. but you were still here, weren't you? meek and obedient, not daring go against his will and accepting everything kakucho had to give you.

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𐙚 YANDERE! VAMPIRE! ALPHA! BAJI

he didn’t even want an omega. he didn’t need one, he didn’t trust himself with one.

but you were just there. chained up in some filthy underground ring, put on display like some rare little thing that everyone wanted a bite of. blood-starved monsters surrounding you like hounds and laughing at how small you looked. how broken you seemed.

he actually wasn’t even supposed to be there.

he hadn’t fed in days, pissed off and snapping at anyone who got too close. and then he saw you, you of all things. soft-eyed, barely conscious, radiating heat and fear and the kind of scent that made something snap inside him.

the kind of scent that shouldn’t be up for sale.

he doesn’t remember what happened next. just blood, screaming, cages broken open. and you in his arms, blinking up at him with dazed, cloudy eyes like he was something you could trust.

you never made it back to whoever owned you and you knew they didn’t make it out alive.

baji didn’t speak a word the whole way back. just carried you wrapped in his jacket, your scent pressed into his skin like a drug.

he didn’t give you a choice. didn’t ask if you wanted to stay. he locked the doors, barred the windows, shoved his mattress into a room with no corners, no glass, no exits, and put you inside.

“you’re not leaving,” was all he said.

and you didn’t. you couldn’t leave, couldn't go against him.

he brought you food like you were a skittish stray. and he paced outside your door like a feral beast every time you refused to eat. you didn’t know what scared you more : the rage in his voice when you disobeyed, or the way it cracked when he thought you were sick or hurt.

he didn’t know how to treat something as delicate. he wasn’t built for it. he wasn't gentle or sweet, but his hands shook when he cleaned the scars on your wrists. his fangs had pierced too deeply the first time he fed on you, but you swore the panic in his voice when you cried out was real.

he apologised, scared to break you any further. a weak little thing a single gush of wind could shatter.

baji slept with your scent all over him. he wouldn't let anyone else in the apartment. he kept you wrapped in his clothes with your damaged collarbone bandaged and a warning in his eyes.

“if anyone touches you, if anyone even looks at you... I’ll rip their fuckin’ throat out.”

you’re not sure what you are to him. a mate, a possession, a pet. but you knew that, no matter what, he would never let you go, never let you leave his side.

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𐙚. YANDERE! VAMPIRE! ALPHA! KAZUTORA

you were locked up in some basement like some sort of trophy, by a group of thugs you didn't even know the names. you were scared, cold and unclaimed, fearing anytime one of them touched you, they would claim you and put their disgusting mark on your neck. it was a miracle they hadn't already used you.

so when kazutora slaughtered every last one of them and pulled you out of that hole, he didn’t see himself as your captor. he saw himself as your savior, your mate, your reward.

and of course, he marked you. fast and deep. you didn’t even get a say, omegas never really do. but he soothed you through the pain, held you close, and whispered “there, all safe now” as his scent drowned your senses.

kazutora is a needy alpha, but he's also very clingy, too demanding to keep up. he gets angry easily and lets it out on you, biting your neck several times until you fall unconscious so that you learn to never rub him the wrong way again. and indeed, you learn fast to never disagree, never talk out of line and never refuse his affection.

kazutora is also possessive to a fault. he gets irrationally jealous when you talk about the past, when you dream out loud or when you seem too happy without him in the room.

and he bites. and when he does, it's hard. he doesn't always do it to punish, sometimes just to remind you who you belong to.

but gods, he adores you. he wraps you in his scent daily, cuddles with you until you fall asleep, whispers about how pretty you are and how lucky he is to have you.

he needs you dependent. he loves how small you are compared to him, how you cling to his shirt when you’re scared, how you cry when he bites you but still call his name.

he wants you scared of losing him. he likes how anxious you get when he leaves for too long. he comes home to you trembling, begging to be held, and he enjoys your fear way too much.

but he’s still obsessed with you. obsessed with how you smell, how you whimper when he bites you, how easy it is to break your spirit then kiss it better. he’ll cuddle you right after snapping, murmuring soft apologies with his nose buried in your neck...

[cannellee]

hey! how are you? ☺️ it's been a while, we have missed you!

yeah I know :(

I've been focusing on my studies, which took most of my time. I thought I could manage the two (studying and writing) at the same time, which I did at the beginning last year, but it soon became too much so i kinda disappeared for a while (._.)

but, as I said in my previous post, I'm back to posting!! and I'll make sure to be as active as I was before ! thank you for your patience😭

[cannellee]

Hi, I was wondering if you could write something for yandere!alpha!sanzu?

I could see a scenario where reader meets him and just assumes he's this pretty, sweet, and quiet alpha but then realizes he's kinda crazy as time goes on. Reader sees his katana, learns he's involved with a gang, and is also pretty sure he's stalking them. But he's just so sweet, picking reader up with his car, helping them clean, and is surprisingly very clingy

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ yandere! alpha! sanzu x omega! reader

— sanzu being obsessed with his omega girlfriend

note : making my comeback after what feels like an eternity...(^-^; I'm so so sorry for not posting for sooo long, however! my holidays are around the corner and I'll try to be more active from now on. this year was extremely long and my studies hogged most (all) of my time, but now that this year is over I can focus on other things, one of them being this blog! thank you so much for the love and support it received, even while I was inactive, I'll make sure to thank you properly by posting more often!

note 2 (for anon) : I really hope I didn't stray too much from your original request... feel free to send another request if that's not what you had in mind! and sorry for the long wait!!

MY MASTERLIST: ★

your first encounter had been nothing sort of special, quite ordinary actually. however, he quickly stood out from others with his soft speech and calm appearance.

sanzu was supposedly a friend of a friend that your colleague had invited to one of her small party. knowing that, you warmed up to him quite easily. you exchanged a few words, sanzu keeping the conversation alive quite well, his natural eloquence making it hard for you to part ways at the end of the party.

sanzu didn't seem aggressive nor demanding, he kept a very polite stare, even offering his jacket with a sweet smile after your first date when he saw other alphas eyeing your cleavage.

he took care of you very gently, listening to your rambling attentively and complimenting any slight change about you nobody would've noticed. his scent felt reassuring, both manly and gentle, the type of smell that makes you want to burry your nose in his neck.

sanzu was definitely a good alpha in every way possible.

and so you kept the dates going, discovering more of his sweet side. you liked how he never pressured you into doing anything, letting you decide where you'd be hanging out today. sanzu made it clear that what mattered was your happiness, what you wanted to do.

he surprised you with flowers, enjoying how happy you looked.

but, somehow, you could feel him grow more and more protective as the days went by.

it started subtly : a gentle hand on the small of your back when another alpha walked too close, a sudden shift in his tone when you mentioned hanging out with coworkers he hadn’t met. he never said anything harsh, never raised his voice. but something in his gaze felt heavier now, lingering a bit too long, too harsh for you.

you chalked it up to affection. maybe even instincts. you knew alphas could get territorial, and sanzu had made his love for you quite clear, so it had to be just that, right?

but then came the morning you found a small scratch on your apartment door. thin, fresh, and definitely not accidental. you tried to brush it off, but your omega instincts prickled. you knew something was off.

that same day, sanzu showed up unannounced at your workplace. he claimed he was in the area and wanted to bring you lunch. he smiled, kissed your forehead, and you smiled back, even as your stomach slightly twisted.

“you work too hard,” he whispered, brushing a stray hair from your face. “i just want to take care of you.”

if course, you thought it was sweet. maybe a little weird, but that was the sanzu you fell in love with, and your doubts didn't feel legitimate enough for you.

and then you saw the katana.

it wasn't even by accident. it was carefully placed in his car when he came to pick you up one night. you laughed nervously, asking if it was for cosplay or something. but sanzu just smiled, wanting to but failing at reassuring you.

“nah,” he said, voice light. “just a keepsake.”

and that's all you were given as an answer, he didn’t elaborate and left you in such a relentless state you struggled to keep your scent in check.

after that, you started noticing more things, how he always knew where you’d be, how he texted when you were walking home even though you hadn’t told him you were leaving. how, once, you found his scent on one of your clothes even though you hadn’t worn it in days.

you wanted to ask. you really wanted to know. but something about the way he touched your cheek, so soft and gentle, made the questions stay stucked in your throat.

besides… he was still the same sanzu, right?

he still remembered how you liked your tea. he still laughed at your jokes, cleaned your kitchen without being asked, and held you so close you felt safer than anyone could ever imagine.

so what if he got a little possessive ? alphas were like that, right ? it was only natural and not worthy of worrying your mind. besides, you were born a tiny bit anxious and an overthinker, maybe it was time for you to fully rely on him and stop those useless thoughts ?

but the feeling never left you. the feeling that something more sinister was hidden beneath his smile.

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so you waited until he was asleep.

his arms had been wrapped tight around you all night, like he was trying to press you into his ribs where no one else could touch you. his scent clung to your sheets, warm and dizzying, almost invasive. you’d spent hours staring at the ceiling, heart beating too loudly to ignore it.

so when his breathing finally evened out, when his grip softened just enough and you knew he was asleep, you slipped out from beneath him.

your phone was already in your hand. you had thought about it for a long time. just one message. something as simple as that.

“hey, i think we need a bit of space. just a little. i need to clear my head.” you wrote, biting the nail of your thumb.

you didn’t send it right away. instead, you just stared at it for a moment, thumb hovering over it. you knew it would hurt him, that was for sure. but wasn't it healthy? for the both of you? you wouldn't be gone for long, just enough time to help you think clearly about everything.

so finally, you hit send. turned off your phone, and exhaled a shaky breath, trying hard for sanzu not to notice the change in your scent and how on edge it has been.

you didn’t hear him move, nor did you hear him wake up, it was complete silence. but suddenly, he was right behind you.

his voice was quiet, but sharp and sent a shiver down your spine.

“space?”

you froze.

“you want space from me?”

when you turned to look at him, his eyes were wide, not angry, not exactly. more like… shocked. like the world had collapsed under his feet and he couldn’t understand why.

“baby, i thought you were happy,” he said, stepping closer, his hand reaching for your face. “you said you were happy.”

“i am,” you whispered. “i just—i need some time. just a day or two. for myself.” you couldn't meet his eyes, hands getting a bit shaky by the second.

his lips parted and he let out a soft, almost sad laugh. “a day or two? alone? no, no, no—y/n, you don’t understand how dangerous that is. there are people out there who’d hurt you. people who’d take you away from me.”

you swallowed thickly and called him weakly, “sanzu…”

“no,” he said, and this time, it was final. “you don’t need space. you need me.”

he stepped even closer. his scent flooding your senses. it was heavy, cloying, you couldn’t escape it and your knees weakened beneath it. maybe he did it on purpose. maybe he always had...

then his hands cupped your face, gentle but firm.

“i’ve taken care of you,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “i did everything for you, made sure you never missed anything. i gave you everything even when you didn’t ask me to, did you notice that? i watched you sleep last night, you looked so peaceful...”

and that's when your blood turned cold, and without even knowing, your pheromones turned sour too, circling around him almost like a punishment. a painful reminder of what his obsession turned your relationship into.

“don’t push me away,” he said, almost pleadingly now, shaking slightly.

he kissed your forehead like he always did, it was slow, deliberate, like he was trying to shut your thoughts for good.

however, no matter what, his hands never gripped too tightly. his tone never rose. but everything about him was final, like he was choosing the words that would end the conversation for good.

“you don’t need to overthink things, sweetheart,” sanzu said gently, brushing your hair behind your ear. “i know the world gets rough sometimes. but when that happens, you come to me. okay?”

you didn't answer immediately. instead, you closed your eyes, breathed in his heavy scent, powerful enough to cloud your mind for a moment.

you heard him soothe you, voice soft, trying hard to appear less threatening. you knew he did it on purpose, to confuse you. he was kind and he was worried, it was nothing more. but as usual, you were too stubborn to realise.

sanzu would never be mean to you. he'd simply help you understand that he wants the best for you.

“hey,” he whispered, tilting your chin up so your eyes met his. his expression was soft, painfully soft, like you were a wounded animal and he was the one nursing you back to health. “i’m not mad. i’d never be mad at you. you’re just… scared. that’s all.”

he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close. you could feel the hum of his chest, the way his scent deepened, it was comforting, safe and overwhelming in a way that made it hard to think. your instincts soothed under it even as your mind screamed.

“you’re tired,” he said, swaying the both of you slightly like you were a baby in need of comfort. “you always get this way when you’re tired. i’ll run you a bath, yeah? something warm."

his voice was thick with love, and pride. as if he had done something worthy of your praise.

and he had, hadn’t he? he took care of you. remembered things you forgot. loved you in ways no one else ever had...

he loosened his hold only to gently guide you toward the bathroom.

“just let me handle things,” he added softly, brushing his thumb over your lower lip. “you don’t have to think. you don’t have to decide. i’ll always know what’s best for you.”

and just like that, the conversation was over.

[cannellee]

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ yandere! alpha! kazutora x omega! reader

synopsis: kazutora is utterly obssessed with you and turns yandere once you start hanging out with other people. but what happens when he goes too far...?

cw : bullying, manipulation, controlling/possessive behaviour, r@pe attempt (not kazutora), assault, angst to comfort?

note : I'm so so sorry for not posting for nearly 2ish months🙏 here's a little something that was sitting in my drafts for a while now, hope you'll like it! I'll try to get back to posting stuff before the end of the year!!

note 2 : I recently read a lot of fics with omega drop inside and I wanted to give it a try!! I'm so unhappy with how the end turned out, but I can't think of anything else to write soo... + it's so rushed, pls don't hate me🙏

MY MASTERLIST: ★

just imagine bully!kazutora, who decides to attend school regularly just to see his favourite omega every day!

he develops this weird obsession for you and can't stop himself from thinking about you 24/7. at first he's talking to you in the most casual way he can, asking you about school homework, what food you had for lunch...

you don't find him repulsive at all despite the rumours : he isn't violent and overwhelming despite his affiliation to a gang. so you engage in small conversations with him, almost finding yourself in a secluded space with just the two of you more often than you can remember. but kazutora has been nothing but a nice alpha with you! so you let your guard down.

his mean behaviour didn't start until the summer break. you discovered yourself and gained confidence, going out more and discussing with more people than you used to.

when kazutora was one of the rare people occupying your already tiny social circle, he now was one friend among so many. of course he had that special place in your heart, but how could he know ? regardless, it wasn't enough for kazutora.

he felt a burning jealousy consuming him wholeheartedly whenever you gave that new friend of yours more attention than him.

you used to be so shy and awkward, timidly walking up to him in hopes he'll talk to you. now kazutora has to witness his omega act like a social butterfly, smiling and hugging others like it's no big deal.

he's fuming. he doesn't want the thousand girls fanning over him and he couldn't care less about the people gathering around him to try and befriend him.

no, kazutora fell for you first and wants nothing more than your precious bubbly self for him to see only. what do you mean you have to cut short your daily walks home because some nobody invited you to the library ?

kazutora lives that as a betrayal and can't even fathom the idea of you slowly slipping away from him. he just had to do something. he felt sick to his stomach just thinking about you with someone else, about some alpha making moves even though he didn't even get the chance to properly kiss you or hold your hand.

but kazutora is smart. kazutora is charismatic. kazutora is an alpha with a sweet and charming smile. his bad reputation flew over people's heads whenever he flashed them his signature smile followed by his sugar-coated words.

you didn't think much about it when some people started avoiding you, interacting with you less and less. those were the ones you only made small talks with once in a while.

some started to throw you weird looks, whispering after you passed in front of them to join your locker. you frowned a bit, but no harm was done so you shrugged it off.

it was all too progressive to be a coincidence. first the rumours, then the physical bothering and finally, people outward causing you abuse.

it was scary and off-putting how everyone seemed to have turned their back on you, bullying you like you never laughed together just a month ago.

you pondered and questioned yourself, absolutely clueless about the unfair treatment. you now came to school with an unbearable pit to your stomach, scared as to what other students would come up with today.

while some deliberately left your side and bothered you for a couple of days, they soon got bored and simply proceeded to ignore you. but there was this particular friend group, which seemed adamant to keep persecuting you under any circumstances.

a few betas and alphas, everyday pushing you to the edge, cornering you in the empty locker room and tormenting you or literally destroying your belonging when you had your back turned.

it was all too much. everyone just disappeared from your life and you were left with a growing fear and apprehension. your usual vanilla scent was reduced to ashes, barely present, meanwhile you kept your mouth shut most of the time, sometimes even going days without talking to anyone at all.

it took a toll on your mental health, your instincts not fit for such a lonely life. you were made to be cajoled and appreciated, to enjoy life and make your loved ones happy.

you didn't have anyone anymore. you tried a few times to catch your closest friends in the hallway whenever you saw them pass before you, but none of them spared you a glance, hurriedly mumbling apologies before looking around them with fear in their eyes.

nothing made sense anymore. not even kazutora, who you thought was a genuine friend, helped you. he still attended school with an impressive diligence, you caught him sometimes talking to your bullies whenever the six of them ate together during lunch.

you had taken the habit to spend your lunchtime at the back of the school, far from everyone. you enjoyed those moment sof peace, even being able to keep an eye on them from where you were. you coul easily spot them without you being visible.

kazutora towered over them like a self-proclaimed leader, while they all listened to him with respect. kazutora was far stronger than them and could simply order them around the way he'd like.

you often wondered why he would take part in such a horrible thing, tormenting you as if you actually deserved it. what surprised you was how he seemed to never actually commit those said acts himself, making you even question if he was behind it all.

still, you kept your distance from him. your own feeling of betrayal hanging heavy in your mind at kazutora's indifference towards you.

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you fell on your butt after a particularly mean push to your shoulder. you looked up, wide-eyed and scared, the sound of laughter entering your ears as you watched their smirk deepen.

you hung out later than usual at the library, studying until it was all but dark outside. you carefully packed your stuff without any worries, not expecting anyone at this hour.

but to your luck, the same exact people were there, waiting for you like a pack of starved hyenas. you pushed past them, hoping that would keep them from bothering you any further, their sadistic urges already satisfied.

their pheromones felt especially menacing tonight, you didn't know if it was your mind playing tricks, feeling more vulnerable than ever now that you were all on your own and exhausted.

your instincts exhorted you to flee from here when they grabbed your shoulder to make you turn around. you couldn't dare look up, their sickening laughs doing enough to make you beyond scared.

they trashed you around, taking pleasure in your lack of power, your optimistic self easily defeated by the days spent in fear and anxiety. you instinctively reacted to their scents, your limbs automatically shaking, mind cloudy, trying its best to protect itself.

you could only cry pitifully when one of them threw you, forcing you to make contact with the floor once again. and when his eyes lingered over your figure in a predatory gaze, a smirk streching his lips and his tongue passing over it, you felt your blood run cold.

you searched for any ounce of humanity in his friends' eyes, hoping they'll realise that they were going too far and eventually call out the alpha. finding none, you felt yourself slipping awat by the second, your senses way too overly stimulated by their treatment.

you cried harder, his hands feeling like knives digging into your flesh, a ruthless attempt at stripping you away from what little dignity you had left.

he sat on top of you, his weight forcing a few coughs out of you, unable to breathe properly. he continued his assault comfortably, his friends cheering him on with no regard to how your whole world went crashing down in this exact moment, all your strenght abandoning you, unable to fight anymore.

your mind went blank, trying so hard to process what had just happened to you when you felt one of his friend pull him off of you. mumbling something about kazutora and telling the alpha that they scared you enough.

he reluctantly agreed with an angry growl and a condescending slap to your cheek, knowing kazutora was far too scary to go further with his omega. he mockingly barked at you to be grateful, but you couldn't hear him, nor could you move.

you simply laid there, a pool of tears clouding your vision, tiny and pathetic cries leaving your soar throat. you couldn't protect yourself from the unshakable feeling of terror and helplessness and nobody was there to give you support.

you really were all on your own.

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you woke up in the softness of your nest, memories blurry and confused, yet all your senses vividly alert. the blankets and pillows were in a mess, mascara smeared across your cheeks, your high-school uniform still on and furiously torn apart, and the smell of blood floating in the air.

after dragging yourself back to your home, you had used all your remaining strenght and could no longer move. yesterday was your last straw and all you could do was lay on your side, head pounding from all the crying and feeling like a lifeless doll.

you felt like a stranger in your own body, unable to shake off the overwhelming fear. you couldn't find any source of solace, your nest wasn't even yours anymore, it felt foreign. you didn't feel safe anywhere.

you slowly let your thoughts consume you.

you couldn't do it, you weren't brave enough, strong enough. you had been able to handle it for the first few months but you felt yourself fall deeper into this nightmare and your were afraid you would never be able to get out of it.

kazutora didn't think much about your absence at school today, he was visibly disappointed to not be able to see his favourite omega, but didn't pry too much.

after a day turned into two, then three and then almost twoweeks now, he grew more and more concerned. he was agitated, pissed off by the situation, skipping classes the second he didn't see you there. he tried calling you multiple times a day, left you a hundred of messages and despite the strangeness of his sudden concern for you, he had expected you'd answer them, or at least read them. but you didn't.

he was left in the dark and was surprised at himself to have let you flee his eyes for this much time, almost instinctively sensing the abnormal urgency in your absenteeism. he had consulted those meaningless people he used to isolate you, kazutora was such a threat on his own that he was sure they couldn't have possibly lied straight to his face. or is it that they've took it too far ? kazutora knew he had warned them about it, scaring you was fine, tormenting you was fine, anything beyong that was like asking for death.

he found himself at you doorstep the same exact day, a plastic bag full of various medicines just in case. he knocked, waited, but heard nothing. he tried smelling you through the cracks, your heat scent usually so strong it literally slips from under. but he sensed nothing, comfirming you had no academically right reason to not attend school for such a long period of time.

he called your name, screamed it in desperation, banged on your door to try and stir up some movement from inside, but everything was dreadfully calm.

a million thoughts went through kazutora's mind when he broke into your home. he breathed in your familiar scent, the same one that instantly made him feel all sorts of things the way no other omega ever did. he took a minute to observe his surroundings, smiling at how cute and friendly you had decorated your place. despite the unusual darkness, it was indeed very charming. kazutora thought it suited you very well.

when he kept going further into the hallway, a strange feeling flooded his body. despite his excitement to finally see your face after two weeks, he somehow felt anxious. he didn't know what to expect. had you finally crumbled under the pressure of having no one by your side ? did kazutora break you enough that you'd seek comfort near anyone who would offer you a helping hand, even if that person was him ?

oh how did he want to have you all for himself once again, to have you back in his arms, talking to him with your shy eyes, teeth biting your lips in nervousness and too intimidated to even think about leaving his side.

what sight awaited him inside your room? will you welcome him, tears of relief and happiness flooding your eyes upon seeing someone care about you? after all this time of fighting alone, fending for yourself like a frail lamb when your whole purpose was to rely on others ?

kazutora couldn't wait to become your saviour, to chase away those annoying people who had dared mess with you, even if it was all his fault. you just would have to give him one word, one proof of affection and he'll immediately be on his way to teach them a lesson.

he opened your door, feeling entitled to do so without even asking. he frenetically searched for you, nose instantly trying to pick up your sweet scent. you were curled up between a pile of blankets, frame shaking and your fists desperately clutching the fabric.

he frowned slightly, yet still unaware of the alarming state you were in and approached you slowly. he smiled when he took notice of the teddy bear he had gifted you a few months prior, his chest warming up with pride upon seeing how hard it was pressed against your chest.

he gently called your name, nudging you just a little bit to get you to open your eyes. not wanting to scare you, he made himself as small as possible, voice barely above a whisper and movements as slow as he could.

but you couldn't move an inch and kazutora soon realised that your whole body was burning up, and not from a heat. he checked your forehead, watched how your breathing was weak despite being shaky and finally took in the terrifyingly rotten smell of your scent, nothing like he had expected upon entering your room.

although delusional, his instincts couldn't ignore and misinterpret the distressed pheromones your whole body emitted. reacting immediately to them, he softly caressed your face, removed you from inside the covers and took your worn out body in his arms.

he tried stimulating you by saying your name as kindly as possible, his own body burning up from the stress and creeping guilt slowly consuming him after linking everything together. was that the consequences of his actions? he looked at your face, torn with pain and fear, noticing with horror the purple bruise on your wrist and the equally awful red marks on your neck and arms, some even bleeding.

he showered you with his own pheromones, using nature's ways to force you into a calmer state.

what has he done? was it all his fault? he should've known you weren't this brave and should've known you'd need him sooner. he should've taken the hint and go to you instead of observing you slowly falling apart and delaying the moment when he'd finally come at your rescue.

he watched as you slowly but surely came back to him, eyes blinking up at him, unable to comprehend what was going on. you were all dopey and insanely fragile, your mental state on the verge of a cliff, threatening to fall if you were to be feeling any bit of discomfort.

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surpringly enough, you had warmed up to kazutora faster than he had expected. when anxiety plagued you with its torments, he was the one you instinctively reached out to, his scent carrying a sense of comfort and safety.

it was unfair how he could prevent your mind from torturing you any further when he was the primary culprit. you weren't even able to get a full night of rest because of it, and now you were accorded sleep because he decided it was best for you.

he literally drugged you with his pheromones during the period you were more than vulnerable, unable to take care of yourself. breathing in kazutora's scent whenever you felt down and distressed, had you assimilating it with something close to a safe place.

when you first woke up in his embrace after falling asleep to the sound of his apologies, you tore yourself away from his arms. you trying to move with what little strength you could muster forced his own eyes open, his hand, too quick to not be a reflex, caught your waist, keeping you against his chest.

"let go of me," you whispered after trying to pry yourself away from him, gripping his forearm, desperately wishing to make him move.

"y/n..."

"I said let go of me kazutora. why are you even here ?" cutting him off, you looked at him angrily, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

the pained stare he was met with was enough to make him regret all his actions. sheer betrayal was written all over your face and the scent which once brought you comfort, now only made you uncomfortable. he was too close. his hands tangled with your waist and wrists... you were scared of what they could do to you. he was holding you too tightly. he was afraid you would disappear.

"kazutora, you're hurting me. just what exactly do you want and how did you get in ?" he quickly let go of you, muttering a few awkward apologies.

"...how did you get those bruises ?" he asked after a long silence, partially pleased you weren't ordering him to leave anymore and relieved you didn't push the topic of his intrusion any further.

"keep playing dumb and I might actually get really angry" you had pushed yourself up, refusing kazutora's help and was now sitting, glaring at him.

"please y/n, I assure you I don't know anything. I wouldn't have let anyone hurt you like this..." you chuckled half-heartedly, looking at kazutora's pleading eyes with contempt in yours. you could tell he was taken aback with how things were turning out with how he grabbed your arm softly, as if begging you to please believe him.

"ask your friends, I'm sure they'd love to tell you all the details about what they did."

and with that, you turned your back on him, tired of talking to him who acted like nothing was his fault, as if he hadn't played a huge role in how people treated you.

you were too tired to curse at him and yell for him to get out of your sight, you fell asleep in almost a few minutes this day, not caring if kazutora had anything to tell you or if he was even still there, invading your nest and taking up all the space like he was used to when it came to you.

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upon your confession, kazutora was seeing red, rage fully consuming his body and abandoning him to a state of pure instincts.

he stayed still, observing your steady breathing and the mess he had caused because of his jealousy, hands shaking at the sight of your injured body.

he made sure one last time that you were covered with his pheromones, which, no matter how much you hated them, helped you calm down a bit and have a good night rest like you needed.

he got up, barricaded your door that was slightly broken and left you alone in your apartment, ready to pay a visit to those people he had used to get what he wanted.

you've always been fragile, your nature shaping you to be more delicate than him, but never had he ever seen you this weak and defeated. although he had his response in your current state, he promised himself he would redeem himself, vowing to protect you just like he should've.

and it all starts now, by getting rid of the ones who thought they could go as far as laying a hand on you.

when he came back, he let out a relieved sigh seeing you hadn't move. he threw his now slightly red t-shirt on the floor and went back to your side, pleased with what he did and happy there were a few less threats for you out there.

he kissed your naked shoulder and fell asleep, inhaling your sweet scent he craved so much and swore nothing bad would ever happen again.

kazutora would make sure of it...

[cannellee]

missing you pookie </3

aaah I'm so sorry for disappearing😞🙏

I promise I'm really going to post a few things before the end of the month☝️ I have some posts in my drafts but all of them are only half finished, once I'm done I'm publishing them!!

[cannellee]

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE (boarding school au!) ☆ part. 1

୨୧ yandere! alpha! tokyorev x omega! f! reader (harem : mikey, draken, mitsuya, chifuyu, kazutora, baji, ran, rin, izana, kakucho, kokonoi, inupi, sanzu, kisaki, hanma)

— you're joining an elite all-boy (and alpha) boarding school and they all turn out to have a very dark affection for you.

cw : reverse harem, yandere themes, harassment, bullying, blackmailing, stalking, possessive and controlling behaviour etc.

a/n : I had the idea thanks to this post and from the kdrama hierarchy I just finished watching + I hope it's not messy + they'll be multiple parts to it I think...

MY MASTERLIST : ☆

having a girl attend an all-boy school is unusual, but an omega enrolling in a place filled with alphas is almost unheard of.

let's simply say that your father was suddenly transferred to another school, forcing the both of you to move in tokyo in the course of a week only. your dad is offered a room directly inside the building with other of his colleagues and for convenience, his only daughter was allowed to reside here as well.

the school is pretty far away from the rest of the city too, and with all the wealth this school has accumulated, they find the generosity in themselves to let you attend classes with the others in exchange for your father's appreciated hard work.

there aren't a lot of students you point out, but they seem to all stand out in their own way. your class is composed of the elite, boys all born with a golden spoon, privileged lifestyles and a brilliant future.

you're intimidated at first, scared even, not used to being surrounded by so many alphas at once. you feel like a prey once you enter the classroom for the first time, the news has passed around quickly and the students grew very curious of the sweet faced omega who was going to join them soon.

you quickly got to learn the name of the rep, who has been nothing but welcoming to you and made your arrival as pleasing as possible. mitsuya made sure to show you around, he was kind and reliable, giving you his number almost immediately after your first encounter.

you had spent the day glued to his side, shyly smiling to his friends and listening attentively to the advices he gave you. the next morning, you came a bit sooner, rushing over to the empty seat he had kept for you right in front of him, happily thanking him for his kindness.

mitsuya is quick to present you his closest friend draken, a big and strong alpha who's just that tall you can't help but notice him. despite his menacing appearance, draken is calm and collected and keeps his pheromones in check. you even notice how pleasantly odourless the whole classroom has been since your arrival. you had expected to feel your nose burn from the intense pheromones and testosterone alphas usually emitted, but you had to admit they were rather well behaved and you mentally thanked them for their thoughtfulness.

draken helps you out during sport lessons, shows you how to score when playing basketball, catches the ball for you before gently handing it to you and makes sure the others are being careful around you.

mikey's the one who offers you his sweater once it gets cold during the late night classes or when it gets dark outside and going back to your rooms through the immense garden is a bit of a challenge. he doesn't really let you argue and throws it over your shoulders, he doesn't give room for discussion and you're too cooperative to refuse anyway. you notice that the others instinctively act a little less clingy when he's interacting with you, you find their group dynamic quite interesting and you like how comfortable they make you feel.

his scent often lingers on you for hours afterwards, even going the next day with a tiny patch of mikey's distinctive aroma on your shoulder. you sometimes see him eyeing that exact spot with a lot of intensity that if often destabilises you. when you look up at him with a puzzled look, he simply gives you a kind smile, hiding behind it how possessive you make him.

you later meet kazutora, who doesn't waste time introducing himself to you. you notice that he's pretty popular, always in the middle of all conversations, laughing loudly with the other boys and receiving every invitations to every parties. he always tries to get your attention one way or another, bragging about his good grades, casually flirting with you before someone else reprimands him for that. you should come and see one of his game soon ! he's in the basketball team with draken and the both of them would love to see you cheer on them in the bleachers.

chifuyu's room's right next to yours. when mitsuya first showed you your room, he had called him to help you unpack and settle here comfortably. chifuyu's awkward but he's got the spirit, almost choking on his own saliva once he catches a sniff of your sweet scent for the first time. were all omegas supposed to smell this good or are you just the exception ?

then there's kisaki, who visits you quite often, pretending that he likes it better to be in your room after classes only because it's easier to talk without the hubbub of other students. you notice how sweaty his palms are, nervous gaze desperately trying to find something to look at if not your chest, and hands fixing his glasses every minute or so. he helps you out with your homework, of course your level is nowhere near theirs. they're the elite, born and raised in the best conditions possible to rise and become part of the top of society. he's sighing a lot, slightly mocking how hard you find your homework even though all of them are able to finish them with ease. he explains it all, shaking his head at how cutely dumb this pretty omega is and how helpless she'll be once thrown into the big wide world. will you be able to survive on your own ? kisaki is skeptical...

by hanging out often with kisaki, you're naturally bound to meet his best friend, hanma. he's exactly what you would think of when imagining a "privileged delinquent". he smokes behind the building, skips classes but still manages to score high and doesn't take shit from anyone. you would find funny how easy life is for them if the power they hold over the teachers and their school headmaster wasn't pretty horrifying. the hierarchy clearly wasn't anything close to normal, as every family of those students were very influential, a tantrum from one them is all it would take to have a teacher fired on the spot. you quickly learned that when a new professor tried to teach hanma some manners and reprimand him for carrying cigarettes with him. the poor man didn't get the justice he should have had and instead was gone the next day.

but no matter he says, hanma is actually pretty thoughtful. he always tells you to stay away from those toxic garbage and that only he is allowed to do that. he makes sure to never smoke near you and sprays perfume before coming over to you. you can scold him all you want as well, he likes to hear you nagging him. but that's just you, nobody else.

anyways, hanma warned you that if one of those assholes (students and teachers alike) were to bother you, you should simply talk to him about it. he seemed very adamant about making your year here very pleasant and you thank him for that, even if you don't necessarily approuve of his methods.

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lately you've been feeling like somebody's following you... but you simply shrug it off as baji is always with you. he's confident and assertive, you don't feel nervous around him. he's part of the swimming club and invites you over during his competitions. he drags you to one of the privatised pool under his name at your school and helps you out in the water, enjoying more than he should how you cling to him whenever you get too tired and he won't let you go back to edge. he feels your soft boobs pressing against his firm skin and sees the sweet panic in your eyes and his instincts jump out immediately.

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saint valentine's near and you can practically hear them all whine with impatience. of course their adorable omega was going to bake something, isn't she the best ? tight apron tied around your perfect waist, you're trying hard to make as many chocolate as possible, putting them in small boxes and decorating them with a pink ribbon.

you're glad they let you use their own kitchen, the one you and your father had along with his colleagues was nothing sort of dreamy, used and damaged. theirs was huge, clean and filled to the brim with the latest and most sophisticated tools you could only dream of. they told you to use it whenever you had something you wanted to bake instead of that poor excuse of a kitchen, living inside that garbage was a crime they thought, they couldn't let their precious omega walk around in such filth...

sanzu almost begged you to bake some chocolate for him, you even thought he was gonna end up on his knees from how hard he was pleading... you laughed a bit at his antics and gave him his holy grail with your usual smile that never fails to make him want to bite your cute cheeks. mikey's eagerly waiting for his own share of chocolate and you promptly give them all theirs without forgetting to thank them for how kind they all were since the beginning of the year.

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that's... weird. you never thought you would've felt unsafe inside the buildings of this school with how protective they all were. but again, you should have expected that from at least one of them, you're in an all-alpha school after all...

but now you're all alone, the late night snack you left your room for tightly held in your fist and frantic eyes searching around you for anyone awake at this hour too. you didn't think someone would actually assault you in such a place, but here you were...

the corridor is empty, dim lights don't help your vision at all and the foul scent of an alpha is invading your nose.

the boy starts to dig his nose inside the crook of your neck and you physically recoil at the intrusive action, shaking at how forcibly submissive it makes you.

lucky for you, the lights turn on and a familiar small group of alphas arrive after a minute only. mikey's the one to give the first blow before leaving the rest to baji and sanzu. kakucho is as kind as ever, the most reassuring person you could wish for and softly makes sure you're alright after the small scolding of mitsuya. of course you should've called one of them if you were hungry ! only a helpless omega like you would have done that, so vulnerable and in need of a saviour... how did you even survive on your own before meeting them ?

you honestly can't answer nor think straight anymore next to the pleading of the beaten up boy, the two angry alphas spreading pheromones you wish you didn't smell because of how strong they are...

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[cannellee]

Tokyo revengers boys getting married to their high school sweetheart 🥰

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

୨୧ alpha! tokyorev x omega! reader (pairing : mikey, kazutora, mitsuya, chifuyu, ran)

— when they succeed in getting married to their highschool sweetheart

notes : just wanted to say that I'll probably slow down a lot on the posts, this year is pretty crucial for me and my studies and I want to focus on that more, hope you'll understand!!

MY MASTERLIST: ☆

𐙚 ALPHA! MIKEY

the both of you getting married was actually a no-brainer for all of your entourage : mikey was very adamant to remind everyone that you were already courted and that he would not tolerate any concurrents. it easily cleared the way for him and left you with no options except for mikey, as all the others had given up on you, too scared of your crush.

mikey wanted to marry only one omega and it was you. and now he wouldn't have it any other way. you guys managed to keep the same passion as you did when you first met : you still flirt a lot, mikey scents you everyday and still gets overly possessive even though you have his ring on your finger. despite his neutral or grumpy expressions, mikey has those moments of lucidity — usually when you do domestic things for him — when he realises that he actually pulled the prettiest omega at school and that she's right there baking him some treats and he can't get any more smug at the thought.

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𐙚 ALPHA! KAZUTORA

finally!! this is such a crucial moment in kazutora's life, a proof of your complete devotion and will to stay by his side. you wanted to wait after marriage before letting him mark you and he's literally pouncing on you the moment you get home after the ceremony. he insisted you go on a honeymoon a few days after getting officially married so you could enjoy some time in the tranquility of your shared home. and kazutora absolutely takes this as his chance to make you his both on the papers and with his teeth. this is the embodiment of his dream since you met each other back in highschool, he's spent countless of efforts trying to charm you, appearing strong and reliable.

he's another territorial alpha, just like mikey but more aggressive. he does it all behind your back though. anyways, the two of you ending next to the priest and reciting your vows wasn't a surprise either. people are more surprised you managed to put up with him and that he didn't have to force you into agreeing to marry him...

he's crying tears of happiness and feels like his claim on you is now even more justified than ever. he's carrying you to his room –where you'll be the safest– with only one idea in mind.

now you're covered with bites, scented from head to toes, absolutely drenched in his pheromones. and next thing you know, his head is filled with the prospect of pups and other ways of keeping you for sure right by his side.

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𐙚 ALPHA! MITSUYA

that was only the logical continuation of your relationship. you had been in a solid and stable state for years now, graduating from high-school, then college and moving in together in a small but cozy apartment.

mitsuya had always made sure that you'll always want to stay by his side, taking care of you like no one else can and making you feel the same giddy way you did during your first date.

the both of you had the chance to see the other grow up and never once did your love falter, it's a beautiful enough proof for mitsuya that you're ready for marriage. it's a thought he always had, he's a romantic through and through and strongly believes you were meant to be. marrying you was natural, another step to your already perfect life.

he's the happiest, knowing his love lasted this long and that you never had any doubts about him either.

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𐙚 ALPHA! CHIFUYU

he can't even believe it himself. you gave him such a hard time back then, he didn't think your relationship would go this far. you had always played hard to get, refusing his courting gifts and slightly ignoring him, secretly enjoying his defeated look each time you did so.

chifuyu feels like this is such an accomplishment in his life. he looks at you and all his highschool years' memories come back and that's when he knows it was all worth it. if his younger self could see where he was and that you finally had his ring on your finger, he wouldn't believe it.

you still love to tease your soon to-be husband, enjoying how vulnerable he looks when he cries about how much he loves you. seeing how in love he is with you reinforces your decision on getting married : you don't think other omegas have the same luck as you, to have a solid relationship even after years of companionship. but chifuyu can't imagine a life without his precious omega by his side and he lets you know it every single day.

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𐙚 ALPHA! RAN

ran actually didn't really attend school that much, but the rare times he did was all for you and you only, the ridiculously adorable omega he had eyes for. you chatted sometimes, when ran directly came to you, but apart from that, nothing much. you became closer a few years later actually, upon stumbling across each other at one of the haitani clubs. he noticed you almost instantly, your smile as charming as ever. it's been so long and yet, the emotions he felt for you were coming back so strongly he couldn't even ignore them.

he paid for your drink, you talked about your years in high-school (or what little memories he had of it) and ran managed to make such a good impression you kept meeting up whenever you had time. ran didn't think much about marriage actually, he only talked to you because he wanted to have you close, the pull he felt prevented him from staying too far away from you. but getting greedier day by day, he needed more, he needed to make it clear for the both of you and others, that you were his omega.

ran's proposal is more motivated by his possessive side rather than his romantic one, it's impossible to refuse and with his money and power, if you wanted to divorce and leave him, he would make it impossible for you to do so.

[cannellee]

I was reading your seven deadly sins omegaverse headcanons and realized you called melodias, Mikey. I’m sure it was an honest accident but now I can’t stop giggling because me and my friend were talking like not even a day ago about how unstable people are hot if they’re blonde (Mikey and Meliodas..)

I WENT BACK TO CHECK AND FIXED IT IMMEDIATELY Σ(ﾟﾛﾟ;) thank you so much😭🫂

I guess I just write so much about mikey that I got the both of them mixed up :O but I do agree that they're both similar in a way, them being both blond and short (and hot).. so the confusion is understandable, I hope (´- `*)

[cannellee]

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

୨୧ alpha! tokyorev x omega! f! reader (pairing: ran, rin, izana, mikey, shinichiro)

— seeing you texting a guy they don't know

note : hi guys, I'm back!! I'm so so sorry for not posting anything for months (._.), I've been trying to enjoy my holiday and spend less time online! also I'm slowly getting back to writing but for now I'll post tiny stuff just like that one! (^-^)

MY MASTERLIST: ☆

𐙚. RAN

"who are we texting babe". after seeing you so focused on the screen and the name of guy on top of it he literally snatches your phone away from your hands while scrolling through your convo : he has little to no shame and has no trouble keeping you away from your phone as he quite simply towers over you. he wont give it back unless he wants to.

he kinda acts like he's joking because he doesn't wanna get mad for nothing but inside he's actually a tiny bit angry that a dude he doesn't know is talking with his omega, no matter what's your relationship with him.

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𐙚. RIN

rin's jealousy is cuter, maybe less invasive and annoying. he does take a peek over your shoulder to see who has your fingers working so hard to hold a convo but doesn't go further than that.

when he notices it's a guy who has your attention right now instead of him, he still has the decency to ask who he is and what you both are talking about and not outright look at your texts. you answer him and tell him about your friend and he just hums before poking your side and stomach, trying hard to make you laugh and giggle and make this damn phone fall down and get your attention off of it.

he's sweet and understanding with it, contrary to his brother.

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𐙚. IZANA

izana isn't letting it slide but if you're in a relationship with him, it means you probably already have come to term with the fact that you have little to no privacy. he looks through your phone and knows your password, checks your gallery and your texts. izana insists he has that same transparency with you so you have free access to his phone as well, even though you trust him enough to not do anything with it.

if you're texting a guy he doesn't know, it means he's a new friend you just made and that you actually don't know much about him either. izana uses that excuse to make you drop the convo with him and have your attention back on him. if you disagree, he's quick to get annoyed and could even go as far as deleting the guy's number without any regard for your opinion.

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𐙚. MIKEY

you often spend time together like this on the couch, mikey with his head on your chest and his eyes glued to your phone. if a text of a random dude he doesn't know pops up, he isn't quick to jump to conclusions but is rather curious, especially if you try and dismiss it. he wants to know what's your relationship: classmates? colleagues? friends? either way mikey will find a way to belittle and badmouth him even without knowing anything about that person.

he'll get grumpy and sometimes a bit angry each time his name appears on your screen so you start interacting less and less with that friend, until you eventually don't anymore.

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𐙚. SHINICHIRO

he jokingly acts sulky and pouts to get a reaction out of you, he loves to have his pretty omega all over him and absolutely adores the attention you give him. of course it's nothing serious in his eyes so he simply shrugs it off and keeps an ear open whenever you talk about that friend because he knows you don't have a lot of guy friends, so he's both curious and wary.

that guy better not be an alpha though because shinichiro is quick to get jealous. he can't help but seeing him as a rival and his instincts are quick to turn him possessive.

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