how they deal with an insecure omega! reader, worried about their weight or acne, stressed that their Alpha won't find them as attractive as before (Rindou + whoever you'd like to pick!)
— synopsis : how do they react to and comfort their insecure omega ?
cw/key tags : comfort, insecurity, slight jealousy, mention of scars, etc.
note : i hope it doesn't feel rushed, even though i loved the idea, i wasn't sure of what and how to write it... hope you'll still like it ♡
MY MASTERLIST : 💌
♡. ALPHA! RIN (insecure about your weight)
you’d gone with rindou to a meeting at one of the higher-end lounges he liked : a mix of business and social.
it wasn’t unusual for omegas to be there : some came with other alphas, some were there to network, others just liked being in the room when money and influence were moving around. you didn’t think much of it at first : you were used to rin working in there, greeting people with that easy half-smile.
but then you noticed the way a few of them drifted closer to him when there was an interruption, leaning in when they spoke, laughing at things you knew weren’t that funny. they were dressed fashionably, makeup immaculate, bodies all thin and curvy in the right places, sitting prettily like models, scents way too sweet to be natural.
you told yourself it didn’t matter, that this was just how these gatherings worked. but the thought kept circling : they looked more like the type someone like him would want.
by the time you were walking home together, your mind had been replaying it so much that you didn't pay any mind to the streets around you. your answers to his small talk got shorter. when you reached the apartment, you kicked off your shoes without looking up and made your way to the bedroom.
but you didn’t get two steps down the hall before his hand pressed against the wall beside you, his body blocking the way forward. not rough, just final. he wasnt letting you slip like that.
“what’s with you?” his tone was calm, but it carried that thing he got when something didn’t add up.
you shrugged, eyes still on the floor. “nothing.”
“try again.” his voice didn’t rise, but it left no room to escape. “you’ve been quiet since the lounge, and you smell like you’re trying to disappear.”
your throat tightened. you didn’t want to have this conversation, not while the image of him surrounded by them was still playing relentlessly in your mind. but he stayed there, waiting.
“it’s stupid,” you said finally, giving up, your voice low. “just… watching you with them. they’re all so—” you searched for the word and hated yourself for finding it. “—put-together. and i’ve been feeling heavier lately. like i’m not… that.”
there was a pause and a small silence. when you risked a glance at him, his expression had gone still in that way that meant something had hit a nerve.
“you think i’d trade you for someone in that room?” his eyes stayed locked on yours, tone flat but sharp. “is that really what’s been sitting in your head this whole time?”
you opened your mouth to say it wasn’t exactly that, but he stepped closer, the faint shift in his scent impossible to miss : sharper, more grounded, definitely made to reassure you and soothe your worries.
“look at me.” then, when you did, he said it simply, without force : “don't think i'd ever want anyone else. i don’t care about a different body, or some other laugh, or whatever the hell you think you’re missing. i want you. i’ve only ever wanted you.”
you stood there a moment, unsure if you believed him enough to let go of the feeling. he didn’t press. just reached for your hand, lacing your fingers together, and pulled you toward the couch.
he sat down, pulling you down with him, keeping you close until the knot in your chest started to loosen. even then, he didn’t let go. and later, when you went out together again, you noticed the way his hand stayed at your waist in the crowd, the way he leaned in when others came close. it was subtle, but enough to make it clear you weren’t just another omega in the room.
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♡. ALPHA! CHIFUYU (insecure about your acne)
you’d been looking forward to a movie night all week, but while doing your makeup, you caught sight of a fresh breakout across your cheek and jaw.
your stomach twisted and you froze in front of the mirror, poking at it, wishing it would disappear. by the time you were done, you felt like hiding from the world entirely. you canceled last minute, saying you “weren’t in the mood for it,” hoping he wouldn’t be disappointed. your scent felt heavier, more anxious, and even you could tell it was spilling into your room.
but chifuyu showed up at your place anyway, carrying a bag of snacks and a scented blanket, and gave you that calm, steady look that always made your chest unclench a little.
“hey,” he said, setting the things down. “i figured you might change your mind if i brought reinforcements.”
you avoided his eyes, fidgeting with your sleeve. he took your anxious hands in his and finally, you muttered, “i'm sorry. it’s… my skin. i got a breakout.”
he blinked at you, clearly confused, then a small smile tugged at his lips. “that’s it? you canceled over a couple pimples?”
and before you could respond, he gently cupped your face, fingers brushing the area you’d been obsessing over, and kissed the side with the breakout without a second thought. you froze, heat creeping in your cheeks, the kind of warmth that made your panic evaporate.
he then spent the rest of the night under the blankets with you, cuddling close on the couch. between bites of popcorn and sips of soda, he reminded you softly how much he loved your laugh, your scent, your warmth. none of it had anything to do with your skin. he loved you, his precious omega and he hated seeing you so down for something he had never even paid any mind to.
chifuyu wanted to see you smile and didn't hesitate to tease you with a grin : “i’m dating the cutest omega in the prefecture. don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
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♡. ALPHA! SHINICHIRO (insecure about your postpartum marks/scars/body)
after your first heat following giving birth, you were hyper-aware of your softer stomach and the stretch marks that now decorated your skin. even when shinichiro scented you, you kept your shirt pulled down, trying to hide yourself, feeling exposed and insecure. your scent was shaky, nervous, and tinged with embarrassment.
shinichiro noticed it immediately. when you tried to tug your shirt further down, he gently caught your wrists, holding them still. “y/n… please don't hide from me. these marks, they’re all part of you, part of what you gave us. i’m not just fine with them, i love them.” his voice was warm but firm, carrying that quiet authority that made your heart flutter. the way his presence enveloped you made it impossible to hide, and yet, you felt perfectly safe.
after that, he made a habit of deliberately trailing his fingers over your stomach when cuddling, letting his touch linger over every mark. softly kissing the scars you grew to hate.
sometimes he pressed scent marks there, nuzzling you gently, until you stopped flinching at your own reflection, your body basked in his attention.
he started complimenting you more openly and often afterwards, murmuring how beautiful your skin looked, how soft your curves were, how intoxicating your scent was to him, making it nearly impossible for you to doubt yourself ever again.
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♡. ALPHA! MITSUYA (insecure about your appearance next to omega models working with your bf)
you’d gone with mitsuya to a photoshoot, excited at first to see his work up close and meet the people he collaborated with.
the studio was filled with energy : cameras clicking, assistants rushing, models moving gracefully across the space. but the moment you stepped in and saw the models he worked with, tall, polished, flawless... that familiar insecurity settled in.
your scent tightened in your chest, hesitant and unsure, and you felt small in your own skin. every smooth line, every confident movement of the other omegas made you hyper-aware of your own curves, your softer edges, your flaws.
mitsuya noticed immediately, he was very observant and never missed any shift in the way his omega behaved.
by the time you were halfway home, he could tell something was off. he slowed the car, pulled over, and reached out to softly cup your chin, lifting your face so you met his eyes. his gaze was steady, warm and grounding. “hey… what’s going on? you’ve been quiet.”
you hesitated a bit, then whispered, “i just… feel out of place. like i don’t belong here.” your omega scent thinned, anxious and fragile, betraying the quiet worry you couldn’t quite say out loud.
he leaned closer, letting his own scent wash over you, calm and protective. his thumb brushed over your cheek, and he pressed his body lightly against your shoulder, trying his best to ground you.
“look at me,” he said softly. “you’re my omega. you’re the only one i care about. no one else matters — not them, not anyone. you’re the one i want, exactly as you are.” he trailed a hand along your arm, letting his presence soothe you, marking you with his pheromones : a quiet reassurance that you were his, wanted and safe.
after that day, the next piece he designed was for you. he insisted on photographing you wearing it, guiding you with gentle touches, quiet whispers of direction, and small, lingering scenting to keep you calm.
and when you finally saw yourself through his camera, looking visibly relaxed and confident in his presence, you understood exactly what he’d been trying to tell you all along : none of those models could ever be what you were to him. he wanted your beautiful self, your softness, your warmth... all of you.
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♡. ALPHA! RYUSEI (feeling too plain and boring next to confident and flashy omegas)
you’d gone to a gathering with ryusei, hoping to enjoy yourself, but the moment you walked in, the sight of him surrounded by bold, loud omegas made your chest tighten.
the party was at a friend’s place, full of people you didn’t know — mostly omegas who seemed like the life of the party, laughing loudly, dancing a little, clinking glasses, and joking with anyone nearby. they floated around the room confidently, drawing attention effortlessly.
and you felt out of place. quiet, shy, unsure. your scent thinned around you, hesitant and muted, trying to disappear and you found yourself hugging your jacket closer, shifting from foot to foot, and keeping your gaze on the floor.
ryusei noticed almost immediately. he saw the way you shrank back when another omega leaned in to joke with him, the subtle slump in your shoulders and the way you lingered at the corner of the room, hesitant to engage. more than that, your scent, normally warm and open, was soft, small, carrying a nervous, self-conscious smell. he didn’t know your thoughts exactly, but he could feel your discomfort, the way your body kept signaling that you felt out of place and anxious.
he crossed the room without hesitation, reducing the space until he was standing just a little too close for anyone else not to notice. one hand caging you against the table behind, he lifted your chin gently with the other so you had to meet his eyes. “hey,” he said, calm but firm. “you’ve been quiet all night. talk to me. tell me what’s on your mind.”
you stayed silent, your eyes flicking around the room nervously. your hands twisted the hems of your jacket and your voice was caught in your throat. after a small pause, he softened his tone, caressing your cheek gently. “come on… i can’t help if you don’t tell me.”
finally, you whispered, barely audible, still unsure, “i… i just… i don’t feel… i don’t know…”
but he didn’t pull away. he kept his hand at your chin, his other arm brushing gently against your waist. his stronger scent enveloped you, steady and grounding. “hey, look at me.” he murmured, “i don’t know what you're thinking, but you're all i need, you're more than enough.” his voice was quiet but firm, steadying you in the chaos around, and indeed, you felt calmer after hearing his words.
he didn’t wait for you to respond further. sliding his arm around your waist, he pulled you closer so his scent mingled with yours. he pressed a gentle nuzzle to your temple, letting his presence mark you in the quietest way possible without anyone else noticing, but enough for your senses to react to him.
his hand lingered on your side, brushing your arm softly, reminding you, through touch, through scent, through his presence... that you were his, and that it was by his choice, because he loved you.
through the rest of the night, he stayed close. when he passed by the other omegas, his hand occasionally brushed yours. when someone tried to pull him into a conversation, his arm stayed around your waist, his body angled protectively.
at moments when no one was watching, he pressed little kisses to your hair or whispered your name against your ear, each movement made to remind you how cherished you are, and that you're all his.
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♡. ALPHA! DRAKEN
you and draken were out for a walk through the city at night, just the two of you, the streets quiet except for the distant noise of the cars. he had insisted on taking you somewhere new, a little rooftop cafe he’d discovered, and at first you’d been excited.
but halfway there, your chest started tightening. you caught your reflection in a shop window and froze. your hair looked flat, your jacket hung awkwardly on your shoulders, and the quiet part of your mind whispered that you weren’t… enough. not enough for him, not bold enough, not striking enough. you’d always been a little insecure, and every now and then it got to you. even small things could make your mind start racing.
draken noticed it immediately. his senses picked up the subtle shift in your scent — a blend of anxiety and self-doubt — before your expression even changed. he slowed his pace and stopped right in front of you, brushing a hand lightly against yours.
“hey,” he said softly. “you’re quiet all of a sudden. what’s going on?”
you hesitated, your words stuck behind a lump in your throat. “i… i just feel… i don’t know… like i’m not… enough,” you muttered finally, barely above a whisper. “not… noticeable… or… striking… not like someone who’d turn heads.”
draken’s brow furrowed, and he gently cupped your cheek, making you look at him. “stop right there,” he said firmly but warm. “don’t even think that. “i love you. the way you are, the little things only i see. that’s why i’m with you.”
he pulled you into his side as you continued walking, letting his scent wash over you, making you feel secure in ways only he knew how to. “you’re my omega. the only one i need. i don’t care about anyone else, or anyone who’s more ‘striking’ or louder. it’s you. that’s it.”
you let out a shaky breath, the tension in your shoulders slowly melting. with him holding you, scenting you, the anxious thoughts that had been clawing at you all night felt distant, almost irrelevant.
in that moment, with him bending over to kiss your forehead, you felt… safe, desired, and enough.
OKAY SO it was brought to my attention (by no one) that I haven’t talked about my latest obsession with one of my favorite tropes of all time, so here yall go, my a/b/o takes on these idiots and some general hcs
CW: character analysis type shi. If you’re thinking relationship hcs I don’t have them, sorry. Maybe some other day. Omegaverse by itself LOL. Some of these are written by half-asleep keeshu at 1.30am, read with caution
Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Michael Kaiser. (Will make a part two with Chigiri, Kunigami, Barou, Nagi, Reo, Aiku, and Karasu next)
pt.2 here! bllk masterlist
Isagi: ALPHA THAT DOES NOT SHOW
Man shut upppppppp
I NEED him to be an alpha so badly
He’d be soooooooo subtle. You’d never know he’s an alpha until he verbally reveals it
Talking to someone and is like, “oh yeah, I get you. Ruts can be so rough. My last one was—” I’m sorry, the WHAT. YOU??😃
He’s crying internally every time. He has to find a reliable way to prove himself. He needs people to take him seriously
Smell: Cinthol??? Yeahh. Also detergent. Fresh linen. Maybe some lemongrass if you look closely. Cleancore
His scent is the ultimate cheat code against wearing scent patches. And he HATES those. So he’s never used them. Karasu and Rin are jealous.
I think he’d be nervous during that ‘finding a partner’ phase, because he’s just not used to others seeing him as a real alpha. He may have some suppressed frustration about it
Needless to say, 100/10 partner and mate. Ugh. Sweetheart who could break your back, your bed, and make you breakfast in the morning with a sweet smile
Bachira: Beta. Mayyybee omega but I dont wanna
My schizophrenic pookie does not need any more struggles in life. I will free him
He spends the better part of his time learning about a/b/o culture, purely to make fun of it. Pretty sure baby Bachi started fights with alphas saying, “what are you gonna do, growl at me?”
Makes ‘alpha/sigma daddy, omega kitten’ jokes. No need to elaborate.
Sometimes I think he’d wish he was an omega. Craved and loved by someone like that. Assured that they won’t leave him. He likes to curl up and sleep those nights :)
Rin: Unwillingly alpha (LOL the author said so)
Ehe. I love making my faves suffer.
He has BAD ruts. Like insane period cramps type shi. Hates everyone and everything, including the concept of existence, those couple days
PLease let him take a leave. He needs 5 day period leave bro
Scent: uhmmmm camphor?? Like clean and minty but the kind that might make your nose hurt a little. If he’s in a bad mood, trust your nose won’t survive. Have a mask in hand. He gives me those plasticky manufactures men’s perfume type scent, the kind with abstract-ass names like ‘effervescence’ (pls I’m just hating on him atp ToT)
My RinSae heart thinks he sniffs his niichan’s old sweater during those times. Sae is idiot-rich enough to leave some of his perfume bottles at home, so Rin doesn’t go thru the horror of Sae’s scent fading
This ritual just makes him more upset and angry, but at least it settles the cramps. Which makes him hate his brother even more.
Sae: Omega because I said so
No i’m not writing incest guys chill. I just like making their dynamics worse
See. Sae is just fine. He does not care. Sure, once or twice he has considered borrowing Rin’s clothes when they were kids (Rin would NOT have minded. At all) but then he just. didn’t. And that’s all
Pops in painkillers and calls it a day. Does not give enough fucks to go thru his heat the proper way, nor is he particularly dysphoric. He’s like the nonbinary of a/b/o LMFAO
Deadpanned his gender the day he got his first heat, like okay. Moving on,,
He does not have painful heats!!!!!! Rin HATES him for it!! He might be mildly disoriented but that’s all
Scent: mildly flowery. Like mogras?? Barely noticeable unless you’re in his space FUCKING SHIDOU SMELLED IT BEFORE US. There’s also something vaguely fruity (side-eye) about him. Like I’m imagining a hint of something juicy and fresh but can’t pinpoint what fruit
Likes having a decorated nest, surprisingly. Him having a nest is surprising too. It’s just scarves and sweaters that he likes the textures of, some perfumes he saves to spritz on his pillows, floral scented candles around it. That’s all. Chilling during his heats, happy on the inside while he watches match highlights from the comfort of his mattress
Kaiser: Alpha. Lemme explain
Haha. Lol.
Ahhhhhhhhh Kaiser. Kaiser.
See, his dad was an alpha too, so right off the bat he hates himself for being somehow similar. Like yeah, superiority “powerful gender” blah blah and he does play into it, but also,,,,, he hates it
He hates his ruts, hates his instincts, hates his primal side. Just overall tries to deny it
I believe he tries to stick to his rationality at all times. Pathologically. So he almost reacts like a beta to alphas and omegas alike. It’s just tiny things like clenched fists or a twitch in his muscle that give it away
Some people assume he’s a beta. He lets them. Doesn’t like talking about it.
Only Isagi “eugh, scent patches” Yoichi gets a full-blown reaction. He knows Kaiser’s an alpha. He’s sworn to secrecy.
Does he go thru ruts like a normal person? No, haha, what’s a rut?
He probably becomes like 25 and has the most honest to god painful rut of his life. Probably feels like dying. Sobs on the cold apartment floor. But yeah, he’s exempt for the first decade.
Scent: oooo probably a roasted, campfire type thing. Roasted peanuts?? Like yk, that umami, heated scent some things have? Subtle, but very nice. Very toasty. Like, 5% of chilli flakes too.
I think he’d pair it nicely with some honeyed, sweeter notes of perfume. He likes to mess around with scents, see what makes him feel good :)!!
So strange to write so many characters ahhhhh😞😞 but I'm having fun lolol. I didn't add relationship hcs just yet bc I kinda want to establish these general hcs first before trying and diving into how they'd be with a partner
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...
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.
