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.
Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, rut (mention of heat), scent kink, breeding kink, biting, blood, knotting, cream pie, jealousy/possessive behavior (this is happy end timeline bike racer mikey btw)
A/N: My submission for @haitani-plague omegaverse collab! (im so sorry Im late!!!!) thank you so much for letting me join!
likes, comments, and reblogs are very much appreciated! I hope everyone enjoys!
Something was up the moment the door shut, the heavy sound startling you in the kitchen. You looked at your phone and noted the time, seven thirty.
“How was the meeting?” You called with your back to the island and foyer. When Manjiro was quiet except for an irritated grunt you expected him to start telling you all about what had happened to make him slam the door like that but the moment you turned to call to him again and get his attention you realized he was standing in the doorway, looking slightly disheveled. His cheeks were flushed, pale skin burning a deep rose, and his eyes impossibly dark as he seemed to drink you in with an almost satisfied hum. You were about to ask him what was wrong, ask him what his PR team had done this time to upset him, until you caught his scent. The musky scent of burning amber intertwining with his natural cinnamon had excited goosebumps raising across your skin as you hadn’t realized three months had passed already, bringing Manjiro’s rut around again. You could see he was sweating, his short black hair sticking to his forehead.
“How are you feeling?” You asked, setting the towel you were using to dry your hands off to the side and slowly walking up to him. Manjiro’s hands were on you immediately, fingers gripping onto your waist as he pulled close to bury his face against your throat, his mouth going to kiss across the mating mark, his tongue smoothing over the scarred skin and sending heat liquid to your abdomen.
“Bad” He murmured, finally answering your question after a long minute of him barely restraining himself. He was burning up, fever from the rut making his skin hot and clammy with sweat as he pushed himself against you as he could mold into your form.
“You need a cool shower love” You said, rubbing your hands up and down his arms, pressing a kiss to his temple as he steadied himself.
“Need you” He groaned, “Need your pussy, right now”. His hands were shaking as he sucked a small bruise up just below your collarbone. You gasped as you felt his teeth prick your flesh, a soft whine on his tongue as your omegan scent invaded every sense, every part of his body and mind slowly becoming a sacrifice to you as he fell deeper and deeper into his instincts grasp.
“L-Let’s get to the bedroom" you stuttered as his musky scent made your head fuzzy.
Mikey had been waiting all day to have you, irritation sitting just below the surface as he fought through the brain fog all day until he was finally seated on his bike, on the way home to you. Finally. This rut was worse than the others, heavier, insistent. Absolutely all consuming until he was fighting himself not to pull over and fucking fist his cock in an alley just to get some sort of relief but he was going home to you. Your beautiful face, your body, your mouth, your sweet pussy, he was practically panting at the red light. And the moment he had stepped through that doorway to find you so pretty in one of his merch t-shirts it was over. He had to have you. NOW.
"No" he said gruffly, hands beginning to maneuver you to the living room though you tried to drag him further into the bedroom. He wouldn't make it that far and he knew it.
You had thought Mikey was in somewhat of a clear head space as you tried to coax him to the bedroom but when a sharp snarl fell from his lips as you tried to pull his hands away you knew he was too far gone already.
“Mikey wai-” you didn’t even get to finish pleading with him before his hand was around the back of your neck, pulling you forward until your lips were pressed in a feverish kiss. His tongue snaked its way into your mouth to intertwine with yours, both of you groaning at the pure taste of each other like you had been starved for a thousand years. With Mikey becoming famous in Japan and going on world touring events it had become harder and harder to have any time to spend together so this rut would allow you both a little reprieve to indulge, to just be one again. He was panting against your lips, hands pulling and tugging at both of your clothes until he was whining in desperation, watching with big dark eyes as you undressed quickly before going to work on his clothes. The cool air of the penthouse must have been heavenly with the heavy sigh he let escape as you freed him of his shirt and then his pants, Mikey growling fiercely as he shredded his boxers off himself and went to grab you again. You playfully moved just from his grasp, his fingertips grazing your arm in a frustrating burn. As badly as you wanted to tease him, Manjiro was too far deep in rut head space to play along, a warning growl building in his chest as you continued to dodge his grabbing hands.
“Omega” He said cautiously, voice gravelly as your pheromones spiked in the air and made his cock throb.
“Alpha,” You said back, a teasing lilt to your voice as you ran tentative fingers down his chiseled chest to his abs. You squeaked as he snatched your hand, so fast you could barely see him move, pressing a wet kiss to the spot where your pulse thrummed and tugged you forward. The moment you tugged back to try and race for the bedroom he was sweeping your leg out from under you, catching you so you wouldn’t hit the floor but twisting you around so that you were on your knees, his hand at the nape of your neck and forcing your shoulders down. You felt slick begin to drip down your thighs, the show of strength causing your baser instinct Omega to preen in happiness at the borderline rough manhandling. You had wanted to take time, make him cum down your throat before you got to the real fucking but it was obvious from the thick pheromones pouring from him he couldn’t wait anymore. Mikey hissed as he fisted his cock, pumping it a few times to catch his breath before running the flushed head along your slit, up and down until it was coated in wet and shining.
“So good” He moaned, slipping the head between your folds and pressing lightly at your entrance to tease you just a little. He was trying hard to be easy, knowing you usually needed at least a little prep to take him, but his patience was running hair-thin. The sounds that poured from his chest when he finally sank all the way in were pornographic to say the least, drool nearly running from his lips at the feeling of your warmth finally squeezing around him. Mikey was so deep inside of you your eyes crossed, feeling like he was in your throat as his hips pressed flushed with yours. It felt like he almost came with the way he throbbed against your womb, just barely drawing out before shoving back in with a relieved moan. Endorphins were rushing through your bloodstream as he forced your back into a bigger arch, going as far as to gather your arms in one hand and hold them behind your back, forcing your cheek to the floor as you moaned underneath him.
“That’s right” He murmured lowly, nipping just at the top of your ear “Like this don’t you?”.
“Yes!” You cried as he thrust against your cervix, your cute clenching around him so tightly he choked. Your honeyed scent was like fire in his veins, burning away every thought past the feeling of your walls milking him, begging him to fill you up to spilling.
"Oh I'm gonna breed this pussy" Manjiro growled, “My Pussy, all mine”. his free hand slapped your ass and made you whine. You were so close to cumming that your toes were curling, drool running from your lips onto the carpet. You could feel the carpet burn coming up on your knees but it was worth it to be this overwhelmed with pleasure, shivers running up your spine at being mounted so primally it was making every instinct buzz.
“Pl-Pl-Please Manjiro, Alpha, Breed my pussy and give me your babies” You pleaded as his thrust grew nearly frantic, one of his feet moving up to plant himself and be able to rut into you harder.
“Want it, make you a pretty mother,” Manjiro said in a near slur as his orgasm licked up his spine, his nails digging in and breaking crescent marks across your hip and wrists. It’s all he wants, all he can think about. Your cunt soaked in his cum, your belly swollen with his pups, your breasts swelled with milk. He had to slam his eyes shut to keep from busting, wanting to feel you cum around him first.
“Cum for me y/n, my sweet omega, cum for me please” He whined, doubling over your back and nuzzling against your throat. You cried his name as you fell apart around him, your slick squirting up to coat his abdomen and run down your legs as you shook and moaned wantonly. Manjiro nearly howled at the feeling of you squeezing him, your velvet insides milking him and trying to force every ounce of cum from his balls. One last aftershock squeeze sent him over the edge, a panting moan forcing past his lips as he sank his teeth into your scarred mating mark, blood bubbling up against his teeth as his tongue licked the irony liquid away. His cum was hot in your belly, shot after shot coating your insides and sending your head spinning. You both collapsed to the floor, feet from your bedroom door, knot tugging from where it was locked inside of you and making Mikey groan, his hands pulling you closer until you were laying on top of him straddling him. A few soft thank you’s peppered your skin with his kisses as you listened to his heartbeat slow, his body shaking beneath you.
“How are you feeling now?” you asked amusedly after a few minutes of quiet from him, his whimpers no longer breaking the silence. When you didn’t get an answer you moved your head away from his throat where the matching mating mark resided and realized after the adrenaline and hormones from his rut died down it had left him exhausted, his heavy breaths gracing your ears as his face was set in a soft slumber. You kissed his lidded eyes delicately, making yourself comfortable until the knot slipped free, because you knew that the moment it did he would be awake and wanting more.
hello I'd like to request a Mikey fic omega verse AU where reader is pregnant (due to them having intercourse while drunk) and he tells Mikey that he's the father bc he's the only guy he ever had intercourse with, but Mikey doesn't believe him bc he doesn't remember anything from their drunken love making, but he still accompanies reader through the pregnancy bc he wants to prove that he isn't the father when the kid is born. (but he is) angst and fluff pls thank you. also take your time and take care!
-🍓 Character(s): Mikey
-🍓 Type of reader: M!Reader
-🍓 Category: SFW + a/b/o
-🍓 Warning(s): Angst
-🍓 Edited: ❌
Your hands trembled as you stared at the pregnancy test, two pink lines were shown meaning you were pregnant.
“I’m…pregnant..” You mumbled in disbelief as your vision began to cloud from the tears that formed in your eyes.
You dug deep into your memory hoping you could at least figure out who the last person you were with till it dawned on you.
Mikey.
You remember drinking with him and after that everything was just fuzzy and choppy.
“How am I going to tell him?” You rested your head in your hands after placing the test to the side. It took you a while, but you called Mikey saying you had something to tell him, something very important.
You didn’t tell him what it was leaving him more curious till you both met up. “So, what is it?” Mikey asked as he yawned, a tear bead appearing in the corner of his eye.
“I’m…pregnant…” You whispered the last part making Mikey tilt his head a bit. “You’re what?” “I’m pregnant.” You said louder this time surprise Mikey. “Ooo congratulations. Who’s the father?”
Mikey clapped his hands a faint smile appearing on his lips. You gripped the sleeve of your jacket as a faint whimper left your mouth, you were upset. “You alright?” Mikey asked, his smile disappearing.
“You’re..you’re the father.” Mikey’s eyes widened as he quickly stood up from his seat. “No way that’s mine... I didn’t even have sex with you..” Mikey said as he furrowed his brows making you look down at your lap.
“You were the first and only person I’ve been with, Mikey. We did it after we went drinking.”
“Bullshit. I don’t even remember what happened after that.” Mikey looked down at you, you were shaking and on the verge of crying, your scent was a mix of feelings.
He let out a sigh as he brushed some of his hair away from his face.
“I don’t think it’s mine, but I’ll still be there for you till you give birth to that pup. When I prove it’s not mine then..there isn’t much I can do after to help me.” Mikey said as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“Thank you..” You sniffled and brushed away any stray tears. Months went by and Mikey did as he said, he made sure you were well taken care of and safe till you were in the 1st month of your third trimester.
“Mikey..could you get the stole for me please?” You asked the man who nodded and went to the living room to retrieve the item.
When he came back, you were holding onto the counter, panting in pain. Underneath you was a puddle of water that had damped your slippers and the floor. Mikey dropped the stole as he began panicking internally.
“Is it..” You nodded your head, not even bothering to talk. Mikey quickly got the car keys and gently rushed you out the door and to the car. “The baby wasn’t supposed to be here for another two months, fuck..” Mikey grumbled as he left the drive-through and began speeding to the hospital.
“I’m..sorry..” You said in between gasps, tears began streaming down your face. Mikey’s face softened as he took your hand in his. “It’s not your fault, don’t worry.” He said as he released a more calming and pleasant scent to help with your pain and calm you down.
When the both of you arrived at the hospital you were rushed to the emergency room, Mikey of course had to wait in the waiting room. His leg bounced as he waited for one of the doctors to come out, it felt like you were in there forever.
Time was ticking by slowly, seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours. When one of the doctors came out Mikey quickly got up from his seat. “How is he and the baby? Are they alright?” Mikey asked, worry present on his. The doctor smiled and nodded her head.
“The mother and baby are both healthy and are doing just fine. The baby came earlier than expected so we’ll have to keep her in an incubator till she grows a bit more.
“Can…Can I see them?” The doctor nodded her head and Mikey quickly followed her. His heart jumped around in his chest as he grew closer and closer to the doors.
When he was inside you were laid down on a bed holding a baby in a pink blanket, feeding her. You looked exhausted but happy, happy you got to meet your baby.
Mikey hesitantly went over to you getting your attention. He had gotten a good look at the baby and she looked just like him. “I told you she was yours..” You giggled making the baby coo before she yawned.
“She’s so tiny..” Mikey whispered as he moved his finger to the baby’s hand which she instantly grabbed onto. His eyes glossed over with tears as Mikey stared at his child.
“Does that mean you’ll stay?” “Of course...I now have a family of my own..” Mikey sniffled as he rubbed his teary eyes. You lightly laughed as he gave a small kiss on your baby’s head.
Being hired as the new omega for Bonten! Mikey’s rut. You’re expecting some big bad wolf, the only image fitting japan’s most notorious gang leader. But when you’re ushered into the secluded lounge room, your senses are immediately assaulted by the smell of something sugary sweet yet drenched in blood, triggers your heat right away like never before.
Mikey’s on a leathery couch with his chin tilted to the ceiling, slumped back so lazily like he wasn’t being crushed by his own impulses. When he tilts his head back down to finally acknowledge your entrance, you’re gasping because he’s muzzled- the only alpha you’ve ever seen him with a muzzle.
The double doors close behind you and Mikey pushes to stand with a breath, tilts his head at you, finally smiles, wide and lax and screaming trouble.
“You gonna break on me too, little omega?”
Luckily, you don’t. But you’re turned into his personal breeding bitch the second your brain fries when your ankles touch your ears and his knot catches in your cunt, pouring thick and gooey cum right in your womb.
Summary: Takemichi has to make a decision. The best decision for the situation at hand. He decides to leave.
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"Takemitchy, do you hate me? Why must you leave?"
Takemichi, the omega in question, was sitting on the floor packing his bags. It was almost time for him to go and his husband's woes were rolling off his back. His pleas would not be reached.
He paused when he felt a thump behind him and the noise of his husband shuffling on the carpet toward him. He took a moment to collect himself. He didn't want to be dragged back into this mess.
He kept his face down toward his suitcase as he saw his husband's feet make its way to the other side.
"Do you hate me?"
Far from it he thought.
"Just stay here. You'd be safer. I can watch over you. I'm the best person for the job."
Doubt it.
He paused at the blankets. The place he was going should have enough, but as a nesting omega, a smell of something familiar might help him on his journey.
"Please answer me."
Takemichi looked up, finally. His Alpha's face looked so stricken with grief. They tried to do things his way before, but nothing was ever enough for him. The omega was tired of debating this life changing decision. He needed outside help. He needed more.
"Mikey." Finally speaking up. The omega has been keeping quiet all morning. Preparing his bag. Accepting the affection from Mikey but with a distant air about him.
"Yes?" Mikey was aching for his omega. He wanted him to stay so much. He controlled the underworld with an iron fist, but this pretty omega kept him grounded and sane. What would he do when he left?
"Give me your hoodie."
Mikey was wearing his favorite hoodie that he loved to be scented by his Alpha. That was all he needed now. Something to hold him over until things settled down.
"That's all you have to say to me? What about how I feel?" Mikey dug his fingers into the carpet. He felt his heart was breaking.
"Please Alpha." One thing Takemichi loved about being with Mikey is that few words spoke volumes. A head tilt there, an arm brush here, the word Alpha in any context.
He watched Mikey smile a bit. His instincts overriding his emotions to please the omega in front of him.
Mikey clearly didn't want to give the hoodie, but his body seemed to ignore him. His hands were shaking as he gripped the edge of the hoodie. Slowly pulling it over his head. His white tanks slowly being exposed inch by inch. With one last tug, it popped over his head.
Mikey brushed his hair back out of his face as he looked at the hoodie in his hand. This hoodie was a symbol of his love and soon it would be out of his sight. He wanted to burn it, but…
He looked back up at Takemichi, the omega's hand reaching out to take the article of clothing.
For a moment he thought of tossing it over Takemichi's head. If the omega wanted it so much, why not make him work for it. He was often petty at work. Rarely petty with Takemichi because he knew being in his presence was enough. He always felt like their time together would never last, that they would always be together. If he gave up this hoodie, when would he see him again?
A whimper caught his attention. The omega tired easily these days and holding his hand out to take the hoodie was probably annoying him.
Good. Mikey thought. But….shit...pretty Omegas shouldn't have to deal with petty Alphas. Fuck! He clenched the hoodie in his hand one more time before tossing over to Takemichi.
Takemichi was happy. Pulling the hoodie closer he sniffed it and basked in its presence. Rubbing his face in the fabric for a bit before placing it in his suitcase with the rest.
Takemichi sighed and closed his suitcase. Chifuyu should already be outside. He groaned as he stood up. Massaging his lower back so moment, he walked to the bedroom door. Looking at Mikey one more time he said.
"I'll call you." Then left.
Mikey felt grief strike his body in a hot way. He needed someone. He called his friends.
____
"Why are you here?" Said Mikey to Keisuke.
They were all lounging in the basement of his home. They ordered food and Keisuke was the last one to show up.
"Because I'm in the group chat, you fucking idiot."
Mitsuya chuckled next to Pah, as they played Mario Karts on the couch.
Kazutora was staring at Mikey. He looked like a feral cat looking for a fight, he doubted Mikey would raise a hand to any of them, but with what's been going on in his home lately, anything was possible.
"You're married to the enemy."
Draken had a full out laugh at that. Some of his beer spilling out of his mouth when it turned into a coughing fit. Kazutora patted his back.
"That omega you're married to gave mine all types of ideas." He said with a sullen voice. The beer can in his hand sat half full as he flung himself backwards in his recliner.
"About having a safe birth? About taking all of the precautions needed so that big headed child that your mate is carry is safely delivered." Keisuke countered. He threw his legs over Drake's lap. Taking a bite out of the pizza in his hand. Looking at his boss gets stupider and stupider.
"He could have had a home birth. I wanted to be next to him." He groaned.
"Chifuyu is a highly educated doula, you asshole. Don't diss my mate." He hissed. Locking the sauce of his fingers.
"But Alpha's aren't allowed in the birthing ward. I'll have to wait until it's time for him to come home. I could be dead by then." He sat up. Eyes dark "What if he dies during birth? Without me around? We're supposed to die together."
He looked at Draken. "Burn the hospital down if that happens. I'll go in and lay across Takemichi's dead body as you light the place up.
"Do I get custody of your dogs if that happens?” Said Draken. Massaging Keisuke's feet on his lap. He had his head leaned back over the couch. Kazutora had his head on his shoulder as he scrolled through Instagram.
He was in charge of branding for some of their legal businesses.
"Yeah, except Tofu, he goes to Mitsuya."
"Yes. Tofu does love me best." Mitsuya cheered and cheered again when he knocked Pah out with the turtle shell.
"As long as my mate is not in there. Burn it down. Chifuyu deserves his own practice, not deflecting sexual harassment for being a pretty doctor." Said Keisuke.
"Then why does he still work there?" Asked Kazutora.
"Something about the hospital not being able to afford good doctors, that he really feels appreciated there since he doesn't need the money."
"I guess, I can understand that." Said Mikey. Sipping more of his beer before remembering Chifuyu is the enemy. Pretty people shouldn't hang. They get ideas and shit. Fuck him and Takemichi for being good friends.
He groaned. Tossing the empty can on the floor. He heard a yip. Looking down, he saw his Pomeranian, Tofu. He beckoned the dog closer to apologize, but was ignored in favor of Mitsuya.
"I'll treat you better baby." Mitsuya cooed as he placed the dog in his lap.
"You're all destroying my household!"
"Yes, blame us for your demise. Yasss." Said Keisuke sarcastically. Grabbing another slice.
He flinched when Draken pinched his toes.
"Is the nursery ready?" Draken said to change the subject.
"What's the point if my omega or I die before then. No one wants me." Mikey said. Throwing his arms up dramatically.
"Sanzu wants you." Kazutora chimed in.
"Sanzu is pregnant with my brother's third kid."
"He is Sano obsessed, not necessarily Mikey." Said Pah. Speaking up finally.
"Did y'all ever fuck?" Said Mitsuya.
"He gave me a blowjob, but got mad when I didn't want a relationship. I thought he went after my brother to make me jealous, but they're actually happy together. And he does home births."
"Here we go again." Said Draken.
"Your whole purpose tonight is to help me, but all I'm getting is back talk and dog kidnapping."
"I get Tofu if you die. My apartment doesn't allow dogs. So Tofu won't be going anywhere yet." On his third win, Pah threw down his controller in defeat. Mitsuya pulled Tofu closer to rub their noses together in joy. Tofu licked his face. Enjoying the attention.
"Mikey." Pah started. Turning sideways on the other couch to give Mikey full attention. "Tell us about the nursery."
Pah was one he didn't want to raise his voice at. He felt a bit better having someone give their undivided attention to him. That usually went to Takemitchy. The pretty omega that is carrying his kid, so maybe, just maybe he was being dramatic, but he'll always be salty for not cutting the umbilical cord.
So for the rest of the night, he focused on telling his ideas of being a dad and how they decorated the nursery.
____
Waking up, Takemichi was greeted by a blinding light and a horrible pain in his mid-section. He remembered they ended up having to do an emergency C-section.
Blinking a few more times. He saw the outline of what he suspected to be his husband.
Why was he here? Alpha's can't come this far into the birthing ward. He missed him. He too wanted to have a home birth with Mikey behind him, cheering him on, but Chifuyu gave him sound advice after his checkup to stick with a hospital. At least for the first kid.
He was glad he listened.
He could smell the blood. He wanted to shift his hips a bit but the pain was too paralyzing. He groaned. Almost going back to sleep, yet a voice caught his attention.
"You're finally awake." Turning his head slightly, Takemichi watched his husband sit up. Scooting the chair closer to the bed. His hair was dishevelled.
"I am." He said softly. Grasping the hand his husband reached out with.
"I was ready to burn this hospital down." Takemichi felt his hand being squeezed tighter. "To die with you. If you didn't wake up."
"How long was I out?"
"Six hours."
Takemichi took a moment to breathe deeply or as deeply as he could bring stitched up. Six hours after a two day labor process did not warrant a whole hospital being burned down. He wish he slept longer.
"That's not even--"
"For me---"
"You can't be--"
"I will make it---"
They went back and forth.
"How dare you argue with an omega who just gave birth?!" Said Takemichi. "To your son! That ten pounder!"
"I have a son?" Said Mikey with amazement. His selective hearing activated.
Looking at their hands still interlocked. "How'd you get in here?"
"Threaten them a bit. Said I had some dirt on a few doctors related to Chifuyu."
"Do I even want to know?"
Mikey shrugged.
Takemichi sighed. "How are you feeling?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
"You could have." He countered.
"I guess, I'm okay. I mostly want you home and the baby of course."
He told Chifuyu in private that he felt like Mikey was going to be an awkward Father. Either guns blazing or being brought to his knees by a 'no' from his kid.
He himself didn't know what kind of mother he would be. He tried not to think too hard about it either, but a whole little life was in their possession. What if he put coke on his baby's bottom instead of powder? Mikey never brought the drugs he sold home, but what ifs are possible.
He didn't want to share his woes with Mikey. The Alpha already provided so much for him, and he already felt bad for crushing his dreams of a home birth. If he gets the courage to get pregnant again, maybe the next one could be at home, but as he feels the stitches on his abdomen, that seems unlikely.
"I want to go home too." He said. His lip quivering. He wanted to be in his nest with his husband and fat baby.
Mikey stood up. Unlaced their hands to hop into the bed with him. He kissed Takemichi’s face. Kissing the tears away as much as he can. He knew the pregnancy had been hard on his mate. The kid wasn’t made on purpose, so he might get a vasectomy so he can do anything to lessen Takemitchy’s pain in the future.
“You’ll put another one in me right?” Mikey paused his kisses. His mate cannot be serious.
He was careful with his words. Pulling his mate closer, trying to be mindful of his stitches. “Why do you want another one?”
“So you can get your home birth.” Look at his mate. Hormonal. He hopes.
“Sure.” He carefully says. He doesn’t want another one. He didn’t want to see his mate in the hospital again.
“I’m excited to use the nursery.” Takemichi yawn. Mikey’s scent soothing him. These last couple of days without his mate was unpleasant. The hoodie was only useful for a day.
“Me too.” Petting Takemichi’s hair. He genuinely was. That night when Pah asked about the nursery was fun. Who knew so much could be said about a duck design.
“I’ll let you drink my milk later too.” He said trailing off. Going back to sleep.
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.
(reverse harem : mikey, draken, baji, chifuyu, sanzu, rin, ran, izana, kisaki, hanma, ryusei, kokonoi, and more +)
— synopsis : 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/key tags : reverse harem, yandere themes, harassment, bullying, blackmailing, stalking, possessive and controlling behaviour etc.
MY MASTERLIST : 💌
⤷ ♡ PART 1 :
— a general headcanon about your arrival and how you're treated, how they develop feelings, etc.
⤷ ♡ PART 2 :
— your school holds a trip for all students, this is their reactions to catching a glimpse of their favourite omega in an onsen (+ draken gets to make sure you're safe afterwards)
