⊹₊ 𐔌 having a MATE w tokyo Revengers !
ft :: ALPHA! MIKEY, HAITANIS, MITSUYA, BAJI
FAMILIAR ALPHA ! SANZU ( !!!! )
⊹₊ ALPHA ! Mikey — Scenting
Mikey was certain. Before leaving, he had left his scent on you. Enveloping your whole body in his arms, stroking every part of your body to himself to provide counter measures. Where had he gone wrong in doing so, that you’re stinking other alpha’s scent — him spotting you outside your door’s home after a night out, followed around by alphas in heat, attempting to convince you to be their mates.
Arms curling against your delicate frame from the back, his half lidded eyes settled ahead of you, head tilting almost imperceptibly. “You all must’ve lost your damned sense of smell, wanting to hump so much.”
You can smell the anger stirring up your mate. You lift your gaze, worry flickering over your sight. Your mate’s orbs landed on yours, softening ever so lightly before feeling a hand shield your eyes. “Stepping over my territory,”
“Staring at my mate hungrily,”
“I hope you’re prepared for the consequences.” he threatened, perking his ears up when you called for him. “Mikey,” Tearing an open spot from his fingers, you took a peek from his hand. “Can we go inside now, please?”
He cast a brief glance over at the other alphas, the corners of his lips lifting into a feline, self-satisfied smile before he led the two of you into the apartment. “Kay.”
As soon as the door clicked shut, your partner closed the distance between you, burying his face against your neck. He took in your scent with slow, measured breaths. His eyes fluttered shut, a faint flush creeping across his cheeks.
“What’s this smell?” he murmured, finally lifting his gaze to meet yours. “Does me being territorial, turns my mate on?”
The scent was maddeningly addictive. He had no plans of letting those wolves walk away unscathed — but more than anything, he couldn’t bear the thought of them inhalling even the faintest trace of his mate’s aroused scent.
⊹₊ ALPHA ! Haitanis — Refusal [x Human ! Reader]
Rindou leading you to his den was a way of him to convey his trust — It was all to display his emotions for you; not for his older brother to further ruin his relationship with you.
The last thing you heard of rindou before he’d gone off to purchase to buy you food was his reassurance of ‘No need to worry, it’s just me in my brother in this territory’. But you weren’t so sure about not worrying about his brother’s predatory senses, the cryptic grin creeping up his lips.
“Rindou has… quite the taste.” The words left ran in a quiet murmur as he caught your distinctly human scent. His lilac eyes settled on you with leisurely curiosity, studying you as though you were a rare specimen he’d only ever heard about. A faint smile played on his lips as he idly twirled a loose strand of lavender hair around his finger.
“Human,” He took another slow inhale, his smile deepening ever so slightly.
“Can you believe it?” he mused, almost to himself. “He turned down a fox mate… for you.” The amusement in his voice wasn’t cruel — merely laced with disbelief.
“Do you have any idea how much of an uproar that caused?” A soft chuckle escaped from his lips, feline teeth peeking out.
“Rindou isn’t someone whose choices concern only himself. Every decision he makes carries weight, and a mate is no exception. There were expectations, families with hopes to fulfill, elders already convinced they knew what was best, alliances quietly waiting to be formed.”
“So when he chose a human instead,” He paused, an amused grin displayed on his lips, leaning in front of you.
“…And yet.” Ran’s eyes lingered on you once more, this time with genuine intrigue rather than idle amusement.
“I can understand why.”
⊹₊ ALPHA ! Mitsuya — Old age [ x Human, HUGE GAP]
Mitsuya has been in a contract with a human baby sitter for quite some time — it was all for the safety of his pup sisters. But as much as he doesn’t want to admit, he had grown attached to you. And he knows it’s bad — you’re too young. He has been alive for decades, after all.
It was well past midnight, he had gone home a bit too late. The station is a bit too far for you to be walking home alone; Besides, Mitsuya would never allow it. He’d love to offer to bring you home, but one of you had to stay behind to watch over the sleeping children.
“You can stay for the night.” Mitsuya mumbled, a soft smile displaying itself on his lips as he open the refrigerator, the dim light it releases glazing his figure lightly.
“You can sleep in my bed,” He added, catching a bottle of water on his palm. “…What?” you asked in disbelief, hoping he’d repeat the statement that just came out of his mouth. You knew he hadn’t meant it that way. It was nothing more than your own imagination getting the better of you.
“Yeah, I don’t mind. But only if you want to. I’m really sorry about coming home late, I’ve worked you overtime again.” With a reply, the latter chugged the water on his hands, amethyst orbs peeking through the corner of his eyes and landing into yours. He observed as the blood rushed through your face, irises avoiding his, staring blankly at the ground.
“I.. I don’t mind sleeping beside you, Sir.”
Mitsuya swore he choked on the water he was drinking. His head turning frantically over your side, mouth falling agape as he cough the water out of his lungs. You must’ve misunderstood what he said — he js wanted you to use his bed to rest comfortably as he can sleep on the couch instead. He can’t sleep with you yet, but he also can’t deny a part of his body wants too — a mate is a mate after all, regardless of the race.
“Ah… I meant I get to sleep on the couch,” The remarks on the silver haired man made you wanted the ground to swallow you — his silent laugh ringing in your head. Maybe he’s gone mad, going after someone short-lived. But again, he can’t deny, he do wants you.
He had hoped to keep it subtle, but the way you reacted makes it extremely difficult to hold back.
“You humans are such fascinating creatures,” He hummed in amusement, closing the refrigerator’s door before heading to your direction. “I heard this is that age…”
“Are you looking for a mate?”
⊹₊ ALPHA FAMILIAR ! Sanzu — Connected emotions [x Master ! Reader]
You and your aloof, quiet, obedient familiar —with his occasional bursts of uncontrollable aggression that’s seemingly out of character; you’re all to be blamed. It’s always YOU who made him feel things he shouldn’t, stirring inappropriate thoughts on his head in the middle of the day. (Or at least, those feelings were supposed to remain hidden. Unfortunately, your emotions were never something he could hide from)
It was common knowledge that masters and familiars shared a connection through their emotions. It was useful for forming a strong bond, helping to avoid conflicts and understand one another better. But perhaps, in your relationship, that understanding was a little too deep.
“I always thought it was unfair,” you mumbled, crossing your arms and squeezing your eyes shut with a furrowed brow.
“Unfair?” A low, deep voice came from behind you. Your eyelids fluttered open, glancing back at the pinkette behind you — who kept his eyes and hand never left their task, continuing to scrub your exposed skin with a wet cloth.
“Yup.” You turned your head back. “This one-sided emotion-feeling thing. Why are you the only one who gets to feel my emotions?” you ranted, seemingly frustrated by your inability to understand him the same way he understood you.
The latter hummed in response, too used to your mumblings. “Id rather not have you feel what I am feeling.”
Your brows knitted together as you turned to face him. His hands fell loosely between his legs, elbows resting against his open thighs, his eyes following your every movement.
“I hate this! And why are you the only one allowed to wash me? Everything is so one-sided!” you complained, your frustration evident in your voice.
The latter simply stared at you in response, watching as you took the towel from his hands. His eyes followed your movements, falling into your hand that reaches for the hem of his shirt. He watches you frustratingly attempts to remove the piece of cloth, whining in response when couldn’t. “Come on, strip already!”
“Are you sure?” He raised a brow, glancing at you who guilelessly nodded. In a swift move, his top was nowhere in sight — eyes landing at face; an unreadable expression displayed on your face, giving a short pause before the heat catches up with your whole face.
“Master?”
“W-What are you doing?!” you exclaimed, a hint of shyness slipping into your voice as you placed your hands on his shoulders, trying to turn him around.
“Turn around! How am I supposed to wash your back?” He stared at your face for a moment before obediently turning around. You hadn’t realized your familiar was this well-built. His back was broad, his muscles clearly defined beneath his skin, every detail more apparent than you’d expected. You found yourself staring for a moment longer than you intended.
He waited patiently, waiting for the towel to touch his back. And instead, much to his surprise, warm hands made contact with his skin — slowly tracing his bare skin on the back from the nape of his neck down along his spine.
Too intoxicated by the sight before you, you failed to notice the hand wrapping around your wrist. Looking above, the pinkette was facing you, his cat-like eyes suddenly sharp and alert, watching you intently.
“Haru?”
When you called out, in an instant, you’re faced down on the tub — your familiar’s body pressed on your exposed back, faced pressed on the back of your neck, sharp teeth sinking themselves on the skin; a mating position for canine species.
“Ah… Fuck. This is why I can’t let you touch me.” He mumbled, teeth still sank in your flesh. “And you’re saying it’s unfair.” He released the skin, raising his body yet keeping you below, grabbing both hands to keep on your back as he presses his hardened lower part on your exposed cunt.
“Saying you want to feel me,” He ran his fingers on the strands of his hair, eyes fixated on your features below — twitching every time he pulls you closer to feel your heat.
“Wanting to wash me,”
“Then getting turned on just by watching me remove my shirt?” He huffed, almost letting out a laugh. “You thought I wouldn’t feel that?” He shifted his waist back slightly, creating a small gap between the two of you. His free hand thumbing to open your cunt — watching your juices drip along side your sweats and the bath water.
“Ah, what am I saying. I bet you don’t even know it turns you on.”
“The exact reason why I can’t let you feel my emotions,” He’s a bit out of character — speaking that much in one conversation. But can’t help it, you need a life lesson.
“You’ll know that I’m always hard when I am with you.”
⊹₊ ALPHA ! BAJI — Jealously
Mate Baji loves you so much that, deep down, he wants to keep you all to himself at home. Yet, he knows he could never truly do that. He’d never admit it, but he wants you to shine brighter than anyone else — to wear whatever you want, show yourself to the world, and let everyone see exactly who you belong to.
Your mate couldn’t really blame you for looking a little too good. He’d brought you along to one of Mikey’s victory after-parties, where the atmosphere was filled with loud music, champagne, and fellow racers.
What he hated, however, was the shameless way those alphas kept looking at you — even while you were safely tucked against your mate’s side. His death glares can’t seem to work on them either, forcing him to stay by your side for the entire night.
And yet, amidst all his irritation, you had the audacity to ask him the most ridiculous question; “Am I pretty tonight?”
An irk mark appeared on his forehead, his brows creasing in irritation as he ran a hand through his hair. “What kind of question is that?” he muttered, clearly annoyed.
He chugged the entire glass of champagne before slamming it down onto the table with a rough thud. With a rough, crude behavior, he sighs.
“Unbelievably so.”
“I’m barely holding back the urge to gauge everyone’s damned eyes.”
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