Could you make alpha!izana with an omega!reader who is super hyper mega extra feminine, something like the stereotype of omega?
Don't forget to rest and drink water!
ā”. TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE
šŖ alpha! tokyorev x omega! reader (shinichiro, izana, hakkai, kokonoi)
ā synopsis : they're down bad for their very feminine omega ā”
cw/key tags : soft headcanons
note : i made izana's one is extra long, hope you like it! ā” and sorry for the extremely long wait !!! i might do a 2nd part bc it's just so cute :p
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ā”. ALPHA! SHINICHIRO
shinichiro thinks you're the dream omega. a real dream come true for his unlucky self.
it's the way you carry yourself so prettily next to him who's much clumsier. you speak softly like everything about you is made of glass and you're irresistible.
you're all about ribbons, bows and dresses, while he's all rough edges, bad luck and messy hands. every time you look at him sweetly, it knocks the air out of him.
heās ridiculously careful with you. like, over the top careful. he treats you like porcelain, even though youāre not fragile in the way he assumes. if you slip on a step or catch your sleeve on something, heās there in a heartbeat, fussing like youāve been seriously hurt.
you being delicate makes him feel both protective and flustered. protective because you feel like something he has to shield from the world, and flustered because he canāt believe someone so pretty and soft actually wants him.
your nurturing side wrecks him. when you fix his collar, smooth his hair, or make tea for him after a long day, he just melts. shinichiroās not used to being taken care of as heās always been the one responsible for everyone else, and this side of you really makes him weak.
izana is overall really unstable, so your softness is like the opposite of everything he has ever known.
he doesn't really understand why you're like that at first : so gentle, so weak, so pretty. but he surprisingly gets addicted fast to everything you embody.
he loves that you're always so dressed up, delicate and soft-spoken, looking up at him through your eyelashes to seek his reassurance. it makes him feel special, like you belong to him even more because such a soft omega like you chose a violent and dangerous person like him. you're something fragile only him gets to keep and claim.
he's actually lowkey obsessed with seeing you so weak and dependent on him. if you ask him to open a jar, reach something high, or walk you home, he lights up. he needs you to need him.
izana is also quick-tempered and tells himself he doesn't need anyone. however, while he would never openly admit it, he's addicted to the way you dote on him. you're soft where he's rough, you're patient where he's restless, and it makes him feel so comforted. even though he doesnāt understand why you would stay with someone like him..
with the way you carry yourself, all cute and pretty, drawing attention from other alphas, izana gets even more territorial. your gentle voice should only be his, your shy smiles and comforting touches too. which is why he keeps you close to him in public, with a hand on your waist or his scent heavy in the air. it's a warning.
he also gets jealous fast. heās the type to go from calm to violent in seconds if someone makes a comment about you, even a āharmlessā compliment. you usually have to step in, soft voice grounding him before he takes it too far.
izana has a habit of testing you. heāll say something like, āyou could do better than me. why are you still here?ā. but heās watching your every move, analysing each of your words, desperate for reassurance that you wonāt leave. and when you smile all sweetly, looking like you'd trust him with your life, he calms down a bit.
indeed, when he's spacing or spiralling into his darker moods, you never raise your voice at him, you never get scared either. instead, you just quietly move closer to him, speak softly and sometimes hold his hand.
he doesnt know how to handle the way you baby him sometimes. it feels weird and unusual, he's unsure as he's never been used to that sort of gentleness in his life. like setting aside food you know he likes, or insisting he sits down so you can stitch his clothes. heāll grumble about it, but he always lets you, because he's secretly starved for your attention.
and your softness makes him protective in return. to him, youāre glass ā fragile, breakable, too good for the world he drags you into. he doesnāt trust anyone else with you, because heās terrified they wonāt be as careful as he is with you.
izana also secretly loves all your "girly" habits. he'll often act indifferent when you ask him about which bow looks better in your hair, telling him about your new nail polish and your sugary perfume you just bought. he listens to you humming while you get ready for the day. but as cold as he can be, he actually memorizes everything you tell him, down to every color and detail of your beauty products.
at night, he clings to you like heās afraid youāll vanish. his arm is always locked around your waist, his face pressed into your neck to breathe your vanilla scent. itās the only time he looks peaceful ā cuddling with your smaller form, feeling so delicate and weaker compared to him.
he's not someone who trust others easily, but the way you care for him like he's someone who can do nothing bad in your eyes makes him trip. the way you feed him, fix his shirt and press a cute kiss to his cheek feels extra precious to him. it terrifies him how much he depends on you, but he couldn't stop even if he tried.
hakkai is absolutely gone the moment he realizes youāre actually his omega. your delicate, gentle nature hits him hard because itās everything he doesnāt think he deserves but actually craves.
he gets shy about it too. youāll do something as simple as brush dust off his jacket or smile sweetly at him and heās flushing to his ears. heāll look away, but inside heās melting.
your very feminine energy makes his protective side kicks in nonstop. heās hyperaware when youāre out together : scanning crowds, glaring at anyone who stares too long. he doesnāt say much about it, but his body language makes it clear that nobody should get too close. he might be the softest giant with his precious omega, but he never lets anyone overstep your boundaries ā he knows you're sometimes too shy and soft-spoken to stand up for yourself, and so, hakkai will gladly do it for you.
hakkai absolutely cherishes you. he likes the way you cook for him, bringing him homemade snacks when you see each other, or the way you tell him all about the pastries you ate with your friend with sparkles in your eyes, but also how you fuss over any new injuries on his knuckles and patch him up with cute pink bandages that he'll wear proudly no matter what.
hakkai adores how soft and dressed up you are. lace, ribbons, soft dresses ā he thinks you look like you stepped out of a dream, what he dreamt of when thinking about having an omega to call his own, and he canāt believe youāre walking next to him. sometimes heāll catch himself staring and have to cover it with an awkward cough.
heās constantly torn between wanting to wrap you up and hide you from the world and wanting to show you off so everyone knows the perfect omega chose him.
hakkai is pretty inexperienced with words, so instead he expresses how much he loves you through actions : carrying heavy things without being asked, making sure you walk on the safe side of the street, giving you his jacket even if heās cold.
and when you nest, heās done for. seeing your delicate little hands smoothing blankets, arranging pillows, creating a soft, safe space for the both of you to enjoy. it hits him in a place he didnāt know existed. heāll crawl in with you and just cling, quiet but overflowing with love.
hakkai doesnāt think of you as just a dream omega. he thinks of you as the proof he finally got something right in his life.
kokonoi would actually eat that up. like, you're exactly his type.
kokonoi notices you immediately. he has an eye for detail : the pastel dress, the little gloss on your lips, the way you move so carefully, almost fragile. itās like youāre made to be looked at, and kokonoi takes a nice good look at you.
heās not shy about it either. unlike hakkai who fumbles, kokonoi plays right into it. āyou really know how to make an alpha lose his head, donāt you?ā he will say things like that casually, but the way his scent sharpens around you gives him away.
he adores spoiling you. pretty omegas deserve pretty things, and kokonoi lives for the way your eyes light up when he gifts you jewelry or takes you shopping. heāll always say itās nothing, but deep down, itās his way of claiming you, showing you off with what he bought and the clothes he helped you choose. saying to the world that you're his.
heās weak for softness. the way you brush your hair back gently, your careful manners, even the way you speak softly, it really wrecks him. sometimes he just watches you, not even hiding it, like youāre his favorite thing in the world.
kokonoi also gets possessive quickly. people stare at you ? he notices right away. and while he might not start a scene, his hand will settle heavy on your lower back, his scent threatening enough to drive others away.
heās very tactile : always smoothing the hem of your dress, adjusting a bow in your hair, tilting your chin to admire your lip gloss. making up little excuses to touch you everywhere, to remind himself that youāre his.
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ąØą§ 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.
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š. 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.
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 itās to help with scent control. but really, itās 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.
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...
you were a gift. wrapped up in silk and trembling like a leaf, handed to him with a casual smirk and a āthought youād like this one.ā
kakucho didnāt 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 wouldnāt 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 didnāt 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 didnāt 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 heād come home after a long night, blood on his hands, and find you dozing off in the corner of the room. heād scoop you up, carry you to bed, press kisses to your forehead like he didnāt scare you half to death.
āno more hiding,ā heād whisper into your skin, dragging his fangs down your neck, āpets stay close to their master.ā
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.
he didnāt even want an omega. he didnāt need one, he didnāt 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 wasnāt even supposed to be there.
he hadnāt 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 shouldnāt be up for sale.
he doesnāt 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 didnāt make it out alive.
baji didnāt speak a word the whole way back. just carried you wrapped in his jacket, your scent pressed into his skin like a drug.
he didnāt give you a choice. didnāt 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.
āyouāre not leaving,ā was all he said.
and you didnāt. you couldnāt 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 didnāt 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 didnāt know how to treat something as delicate. he wasnāt 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.
āif anyone touches you, if anyone even looks at you... Iāll rip their fuckinā throat out.ā
youāre 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.
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 didnāt 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 didnāt even get a say, omegas never really do. but he soothed you through the pain, held you close, and whispered āthere, all safe nowā 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 youāre 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 heās 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. heāll cuddle you right after snapping, murmuring soft apologies with his nose buried in your neck...
