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 ♡
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♡. 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.
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