#omega geto

[lemonmaid]

Parenting 101

Enter gojo and geto pre-scenting items for their new pup

Warnings: omegaverse, toddler/Newborn reader, mentions of infertility, family Fluff. Worried Suguru, Gender Neutral reader, No one dies AU, modern AU

Did Suguru need to use Satoru's card and basically buy a whole store?

No.

But it wasn't like Satoru was going to complain or pay for it, that's the Gojo's Clan problem, plus they wouldn't care as long as it was for pup stuff.

“Papa, can we get McDonald's-”.

“I want a happy meal!”.

“No, I want KFC!!”.

“But we had that yesterday Mimiko-”.

Suguru pinched his nose, “no one is getting anything unless you start acting right, we are in the middle of the mall. Also it's almost dinner time, We have food at home”.

The four pups looked at Suguru wide eyed.

Megumi was starting to pout, the four year old's lip quivered, his milky scent quickly turning sour, Tsumiki noticed quickly, “Geto-san, Megumi is crying”.

Suguru sighed, picking up Megumi and pulling him into his neck. “Girls. Can you please grab the bags, we are going home”.

‘One more can't hurt he said, one more every time’

Satoru was currently at home with a lady that was currently filling out paperwork for a house study.

“So, Gojo-san. Four pups, you and your mate want one more?”.

Satoru huffed, “we… always wanted a big family…”

“How charitable-”

“Listen, can't you accept that we might actually like kids and want to have a loving family? we aren't in this for the money or tax benefits”.

The beta sighed, “Well… the house is big enough. Has enough bedrooms and bathrooms and I've already spoken to your mate and children the day before, I'll contact you when we find a good fit”.

Satoru sighed in relief. “Thank you so much”.

On cue, a tired Suguru, a sleeping Megumi and three rowdy girls walked into the house, “We're home!!”.

Satoru jumps up immediately, taking Megumi from Suguru, “Go rest hon, I've got it from here”. Suguru nods before dragging himself upstairs.

“Papa lied! There isn't any food!” Mimiko slammed the fridge-door.

Satoru nervously laughed, “she's joking”.

The beta woman raised an eyebrow, “here's my card info and the case number”. She says her goodbyes and leaves.

“Girls-”.

“I want KFC!!”

“Dad-”

“Gojo-san-”

“GIRLS!” Suguru yelled.

The three girls got quiet looking at Suguru who stood at the end of the stairs, “rooms now”.

The girls hurried to their rooms, leaving Megumi, who was napping on the couch.

“Is everything okay babe?”

Suguru sighed, “I'm just… nervous, stressed and overstimulated”.

Satoru wrapped Suguru in a tight hug, “it's going to be okay, we've done great with the other four, a newborn isn't any different”.

‘Isn't any different’. Suguru scoffed, when they took in Megumi and Tsumiki, Megumi needed to be potty trained and Tsumiki needed help brushing her teeth daily. Suguru sighed, “are we actually ready to have a newborn?”

Satoru shrugged, “I think so, I mean, the parenting books say we are ready”.

Suguru's eye twitched, “oh so what does the parenting say to do now”. He points up the stairs where the girls are eavesdropping. “Do we give in and buy KFC because I'm not touching a stove tonight-”.

“I'll cook”.

“You cannot cook”.

“Um… ramen?”.

Suguru sighed, “fine”.

As Satoru boiled water in the electric kettle, Suguru tended to the nursery, scenting all the blankets, pillows and stuffed animals that were being prepped for their newborn.

Suguru stared at the mountain of blankets, something felt off, nothing felt right.

Satoru interrupted his thoughts, “knock knock, are you feeling any better?”.

“I'm just….nervous. This is the first time We can scent anything for the pup. We couldn't do it for the other four, I didn't want to overwhelm them. Now I can scent-”.

“You're making yourself sick worrying like this, you'll be fine, they'll be fine”.

Suguru handed a blanket for Satoru to smell.

“We'll make sure they are loved”.

[sixeyescurseuser]

hidden inventory a/b/o

Alpha Gojo grew up in a very traditional household. Of course he’s going to have questionable ideologies for how one’s assigned status should influence their behavior. 

Omega Geto hides his status because it makes him vulnerable. At least, Yaga-sensei had given him an earful about how dangerous it would be as a known omegan sorcerer. So Geto poses as a beta.

Everyone is supposed to wear scent blockers anyway.

As long as Geto’s scent doesn’t bleed through, he can bury the truth. 

Thus, their class consists of two alphas - Shoko and Gojo - while Geto is a self-proclaimed beta. 

During their first year, Gojo and Geto still bicker a lot despite always being assigned missions together. Geto is very protective about his room space (this ensures his scent is kept a secret) so the trio hangs out in either Gojo or Shoko’s room. 

By the end of their first year, Gojo realizes that he actually really enjoys Geto’s company. Geto treats him normally without fearing how Gojo’s alpha might react. It feels like he’s earned Geto’s tolerance and eventual respect too. 

And-

“Thank god none of us are omegas. That would’ve made shit ten times more complicated,” Gojo sighs. The three of them had just finished exercising their first special grade. 

Geto looks off to the side while Shoko cocks her head. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asks, sounding like she can’t believe what she’s hearing.

“Don’t you know that omegas are more sensitive to cursed energy? It messes with their hormonal balance,” Gojo says casually, naturally matching his gait with Geto. “That’s the main reason that there aren’t many omega sorcerers. They’re highly susceptible to cursed energy and can be sent into states of toxic shock, or even heat.”

Geto stares off into space while Gojo rambles. It’s like being thrown back to when he’d just joined Jujutsu High, Yaga-sensei had warned him about every risk factor of his status.

Shoko sighs from the other side.

“While that’s been true in some cases, it doesn’t mean every sorcerer who happens to be an omega will struggle with that. There’s methods to help build tolerance against cursed energy too,” Shoko rebuttals, casting a side glance at Geto. 

“Sure, but when exorcizing special grades, even first grades, an omega would only drag us down,” Gojo concludes. Wrapping an arm around Geto’s shoulders, he smiles widely. “Besides, we’re already the strongest!”

Geto only manages a small smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

***

Shoko can’t confirm her suspicions, but Geto had been uncharacteristically quiet for that conversation.

But she does have suspicions. Like that one time Geto was bedridden with a dangerously high fever, and demonstrated other symptoms that were suspiciously like a heat.The only thing that had worked was a suppressant shot that Shoko used as a final resort.

Another thing is that Geto purrs a lot but at a very low frequency, which isn’t typical of alphas. 

She is willing to bet that if they were allowed in Geto’s room, on his bed would be a semblance of a nest.

It gets even more obvious when they’re second years and Geto welcomes the new first years with a kind smile and warm-hearted words. Geto doesn’t feel threatened by the younger alphas at all. 

The same cannot be said for Gojo.

One of the dumb hierarchical things traditional families practice is the alphas on the lower ranks must answer to the higher-ranked alphas, aka only speak when spoken to.

Most of the time, Gojo won’t even speak so when it’s just him and the younger classmen, it’s both quiet and awkward.

Meanwhile, Geto is the most accommodating and considerate senpai. He praises his kouhai plenty, particularly Haibara, and invites them on all the second-year food outings.  

If Shoko is ultimately wrong in her guess, then their class is lucky that they have such a placid and balanced presence on the team. 

***

After a mission gone wrong that results in him losing a leg, it is revealed that Haibara had been an omega in hiding. Everyone is in shock, some more about his true status instead of the fact that he had nearly died had the second-years not been called for backup. 

Gojo’s comment of, “This is proof that it’s too dangerous for omegas to be in this field” sets Geto the fuck off. 

Geto is downright pissed.

“He should’ve known better, now he’s suffering the consequences,” Gojo tries arguing. He doesn’t expect that the next thing to happen is Geto’s fist colliding with his cheek. 

Gojo sputters. “Suguru, what the fuck!?”

Geto is breathing heavily himself, fingers twitching as he struggles to contain his temper. 

“You’re being so rude- no, you’re being worse than rude. That was terrible, Satoru. Even for you.”

“I-“

“You were what, just saying the truth?” Geto snarkily finishes Gojo’s sentence. “Well not everyone wants to hear the “truth” right now. Have some fucking decency because we almost lost one of our kouhai, omega or not. So if you’re not going to say anything nice, just fucking shut it.”

Geto stalks away before Gojo can say something to fix his statement. Geto then proceeds to ignore Gojo for the next twenty-four hours, basically avoids him like the plague, right before his solo mission at an abandoned temple.

It’s whatever, Satoru says shit like that all the time, Geto tells himself. 

He’s more than adamant enough to keep his own secret safe.

(2)

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Werewolf // Cinna’s Monstertober Writing Challenge

Tags: Werewolf!Geto x Fem!Reader, Alpha!Geto x Omega!Reader, A/B/O mechanics, marking, scenting, nesting, fated mates, description of violence including murder, NSFW, MDNI

Synopsis: Suguru knew you were his before you even presented as an omega, but the pack elders did not take too kindly to him marking you at such a young age. He kills anyone who gets in his way to you.

An: If you don’t like a/b/o or omegaverse, skip this one :3. If you’re a freak like me, enjoy! Also, this was my first time making my own banner in Canva.. what are we thinking?? I am also so sorry that this one is so late.

“Satoru… I’m going to kill them. I’m going to murder them all. I can’t do this anymore. She needs me.”

Let’s rewind, shall we?

Living in a small pack has its perks. Everyone is protective over one another and will always offer to help no matter what. Pack relations are strongest when the pack is smaller, and the pack is more likely to survive.

There are, of course, some cons as well. Everyone knows your business, and everyone wants a say in how you live your life.

For the longest you can remember, Suguru has been by your side. You two would spend a lot of time down at the creek together as kids. You two practically learned everything together: how to hunt, fish, trap, and forage.

He was your insistent shadow, and the pack elders thought it was adorable when you two were younger. He would without fail abandon the other small children to always go hang out with you. The two of you were like little partners in crime together.

Though their adoration turned to concern when Suguru never quite left your side. In fact, it was getting worse as he grew older. By the time he turned 13, He was abandoning hunting trips early to come home to you. He’d sneak out of his tent to go to yours late at night. Your parents would have to kick him out every morning, chastising both of you.

Though, the straw that broke the camel’s back wasn’t simple sleepovers and abandoned hunting trips. It was when he presented as an alpha. Everyone knew he would with how physically gifted he was as a young teen. He was also too damn protective for his own good, going as far as to breaking another kid’s nose for simply grabbing your wrist.

You were only a few months younger than Suguru, but you hadn’t presented yet. When he presented first, your parents forbade him from sleeping over. They were just trying their best to protect you. You two were “too old” and “not old enough” at the same time to be sleeping together.

Suguru, given that he now had the talk from his parents, knew what your parents were suggesting, but he hated it. He didn’t understand how your parents could think so lowly of him overnight just from presenting.

He lasted three nights. Three whole nights of not snuggling against you, not smelling your hair while you two drifted off to sleep, not hearing your soft snores in the dead of night. It was three sleepless nights.

Suguru always had an inkling that you were his. It was a rather strange feeling of possession, like he shouldn’t have to listen to your parents’ rules because you weren’t theirs. You were his.

His frustration only heightened when the pack started to impose longer hunting trips on him. Shorter hunting trips were reserved for those who hadn’t presented and mated alphas. Since they were mated, they couldn’t be away from their mate for too long; thus, getting the smaller trips.

All these things led him to the conclusion: you’re his mate, and he needed to mark you to prove it.

After a particularly taxing hunting trip, Suguru’s eyes filtered through the camp. Everyone was as painfully jovial as usual: sitting around doing absolutely fuck all. His eyes landed on you, and he could feel the tension melting away from him almost instantaneously. You were in charge of looking after the small children, even though you yourself were still a child.

His feet stomped over toward you without a second thought, and his hand wrapped around your arm tightly, pulling you along behind him.

“Ah- Sugu. Where are we going? I’m working-!” You shout as he continues to drag you along silently. “Sugu- The kids…” You murmur as the two of you head further into the forest.

“They’ll be fine for a few minutes.” He responded calmly before he glanced behind him. The camp was far enough away now. No one would be able to see the two of you unless they were specifically looking for you.

“What are we doing, Sugu?” You asked with a small nervous smile. You had started to have to look up at him these days. It was as if he was growing taller overnight. No longer just a boy.

He also started to stink — well, it wasn’t like a smelly smell, but it was unfamiliar. Your parents had explained pheromones. You didn’t particularly like them since you hadn’t presented yet.

“I need you to sit still, and don’t scream.” He instructed before he dipped his head between your shoulder and jaw. He experimentally sniffed at your neck — completely scentless. The only smell coming from you was your strawberry shampoo that he had grown accustomed to.

“Why would I-“ His large hand covered your mouth before you could get out another word, and he opened his mouth before clamping down on your neck. His K9’s punctured your skin, allowing for blood to trickle down your skin.

A pained cry fled your mouth, but it was muffled by his hand. Suguru felt his heart begin to race. It was happening. You were finally officially his. No one could tell him otherwise — not even your silly parents.

He calmly reassured you that you were okay while you softly wept. Your hand covered the bloody mark on your neck. He was just marking you. You know, like it was no big deal.

After sweetly kissing your tears away, he proudly walked you back to camp once you had calmed down from crying, satisfied with himself. Your hands were laced together like true mates.

The first to immediately notice was Satoru, another alpha who was barely a year older than Suguru. His eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of your marked neck.

“Suguru, what did you do?” He asks like a mother scolding her son. Usually, this was the other way around. Satoru would’ve never expected Suguru to do something as reckless as this.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Satoru. I just marked her.” He shrugs nonchalantly, still so proud of himself.

“You don’t understand. She hasn’t presented. This isn’t good. We need to-“

Your face was flushed a bright red, and Satoru could see your breath becoming more and more labored with each passing second. He frantically looked around, trying to think of what to do. Suguru probably didn’t even know that he just inadvertently forced your body to present. Having been marked, your body was now plummeting itself into a heat.

Suguru could feel you gently tugging on his hand, trying to get his attention. When he looked back at you, his eyes widened. He could tell what your body was going through, but he was just a boy. He didn’t know how to handle it.

“What are you three up to? Why aren’t the children being tended to-“ A clan elder asked after seeing the small children running around without you to watch them. His eyes landed on you, and he immediately tensed up at the scene. “What- How… Geto.”

*** *** ***

“He’s just a boy!” Suguru’s mom pleaded with tears in her eyes. Her hands clasped the young boy’s shoulders. “He has a whole life ahead of him! Don’t do this to him.”

“You’re right. He is just a boy, so it was your responsibility to teach him about these things.” A pack elder spoke.

“He’s an alpha. Even if they taught him those things, he would’ve acted on his own volition anyways.” Another spoke.

“Who even allowed him to be around her? He was suppose to be on a hunting trip, no?”

“We got back early. It was my responsibility, but we were carrying back a large buck. My mind was preoccupied. I accept full responsibility for his actions.”

“You can’t take on the full burden of responsibility. Geto is old enough to know right from wrong, and he chose the wrong path. He took that girl in the woods and marked her before she even presented as an omega.” The pack leader spoke.

Suguru stood completely motionless in front of his parents. He stayed looking down at the ground. While they argued over his future in the pack, his mind was stuck on you. They had ripped you away from him the second that the pack elder had realized that your body was in heat. He wondered if you were being taken care of okay. He wondered if you missed him as much as he missed you already. He wondered if he’d get to see you again.

“He’s done so much for this pack at such a young age. Please.. Don’t do this to him. He has his whole life ahead of him.” His mother pleaded once again. “We’ll keep a closer eye on him. We’ll do whatever it takes.”

“What about my daughter’s life?” Your dad finally spoke up after being silent for far too long. “That bastard tainted her. She could’ve presented as anything: alpha, beta, or omega, but no, he forced biology upon her with a godforsaken mark. He should be shunned from the pack.”

“He can’t be allowed to be in the same space as her. He’s already proven that he can’t be trusted. The last thing we need is for a young omega to fall pregnant because an alpha doesn’t know restraint.”

“Don’t you two have family anywhere she can stay with… just until she’s a bit older? The mark might fade after they’ve been separated for a while.” Another pack elder spoke up to your parents.

“You’re seriously removing our daughter instead of the problem child? That’s fucking rich. So, what will happen when he marks another omega far too early, huh?” Your dad argued, clenching his jaw.

“I wouldn’t do that.” Suguru finally spoke up, looking your dad in the eye. A stare off between the two ensued.

“If this is how this pack operates, fine. I don’t want her in here if we protect alphas simply due to their gender instead of the innocent.” Your dad finally grit out before stomping away from the meeting.

It took three full grown alphas and Satoru to hold Suguru back while you were leaving. They wouldn’t even allow him to say goodbye to you, not even when you cried out his name. Not even when you begged, pleaded, asked why.

*** *** ***

Suguru was never quite the same after you and your family left. It had been years. He was just a boy when they took you. Now, he’s a twenty year old brooding alpha. He was aloof towards everyone, and he only confided in Satoru. His friend seemed to he the only one who understood that he wasn’t trying to hurt you. He didn’t know that his mark would cause a great deal of stress on your body, and had he known, he wouldn’t have done it.

The rest of the pack looked at him with reserved disdain. He was a stain upon their community. Your parents were well liked in the pack, and he was the reason they weren’t there anymore.

Words kept getting tossed around, and the pack members who weren’t there for the meeting were terribly misinformed. As the rumors spread, the story became more and more horrid. They painted him out to be a monster who held you down while you begged him not to and bit your neck forcibly.

Suguru never tried to correct the stories. He had nothing to prove to these people, the people that sent you away from him. They could all think of him as a monster, especially if it meant they stayed the hell away from him.

The only thing that kept Geto from expulsion from the pack was his innate ability to hunt. His beast from was truly that of an apex predator. He went on extravagant hunting trips often, and he kept the pack fed on wonderful meats.

He looked for you, his mate, on every hunting trip. He tried to remember the faint smell that started to emit from you when your body went into heat. He looked for every sign of you.

He knew the mate bond was still strong because he could feel everything through it. He hated when you felt sad. He knew you experienced some sort of nightmares without him there to care for you while you slept. Your happiness made him feel bittersweet. He wanted you to be happy, but the thought of you being happy without him made him sick.

Your heats were the worst. Suguru would sulk in his tent in a state of horny depression. He should be taking care of you, tending to your body and every desire you had. He should be helping you nest and kissing every spot on your body while cooing praises to you.

Instead, he’s laying in his own sweat and cum, too much of a sad sack of shit to make himself go get cleaned up. His tent stunk of potent pheromones. Your heats, even while being so far away, managed to throw him into a rut each time.

He could feel your dissatisfaction. You were pining for him to come help you. It was as if you were screaming down the mate bond for him to come save you. He missed you so damn bad that he started to hate the smell of strawberries. They smelled too much of you and reminded him of what he couldn’t have

He knew that the elders still kept in touch with your parents. They were high ranking leaders in the community after all. They knew where you were, and they still opted to keep you away from him.

You and him were suffering because of the fucking elders. They caused all of this. If they would’ve kept their fucking noses out of y’all’s business, none of this would be happening.

“Satoru… I’m going to kill them. I’m going to murder them all. I can’t do this anymore. She needs me.” Suguru was practically crying for help. He was sat in his tent, holding his head in shame. His arms and legs were practically trembling.

The homicidal thoughts started when you left. It was sneaky at first, but they only got worse over time. His friend was the only one who knew about them. He knew how badly Geto craved to end their lives.

“Let me talk to them. They might listen to me.” Satoru spoke calmly as he gazed as his heartbroken best friend. The tent was heavy with the scent of alpha rut and distress. He could tell Suguru was really going through it right now.

*** *** ***

Suguru’s beast form was nothing short of a monster. He was the strongest, right next to Satoru.

His black fur was matted with blood as he pawed at the remains of the pack leader. Satoru had tried to talk to them, but they instantly shut him down. Then, to make matters worse, they sent him away on a hunting trip that same day.

Without Satoru there to keep the thoughts at bay, Suguru literally couldn’t help himself. The beast shifted before he could even do anything about it, and he was instantly blood hungry.

Tears coated his face as he shifted back to his human form. Killing the elders didn’t even help soothe him. He just wanted his fucking mate for christ’s sake. He sat on the floor in a scatter of papers from where the two beasts had fought valiantly.

Nothing could replicate the feeling of emptiness that filled him in that moment. His best friend wasn't there. His mate had been gone for oh so long. The pack leaders were now all deceased. When tomorrow morning rolled around, he'd likely be ostracized from his pack for the murders.

He laid his head back against the wall with his hands covering his face. He just wanted to see Satoru one last time before he was expelled and shunned. He wanted to apologize and thank Gojo for sticking by him for all these years.

At some point, the sleep deprivation got to Geto, causing for him to fall asleep naked in the massacre that was the pack leader's tent. Nightmares of slaughter plagued his dreams. Your face haunted him. He wondered what could've been had he known better than to mark you at an early age.

It felt so real, that he swore he heard your voice, though it was different in his dream. Your voice wasn't as squeaky as it use to be. It was smooth with age and experience yet still soft spoken. Maybe he was forgetting the way you sounded? The thought terrified him. His memory was all he had left of you.

You were... laughing? No, it couldn't be you. The voice sounded more like Gojo's-

The tent unzipping. A gasp. "Shit. Don't-" Gojo's voice.

Geto fluttered his eyes open to see Gojo standing in the small doorway of the makeshift shelter. He had... a woman's eyes covered. Her bottom lip was trembling.

"Suguru, what did you do?" Satoru asked like he did all those years back, and suddenly, Suguru felt like a small child who had no impulse control. He quickly scrambled up to his feet, using a random sheet of paper to cover his manhood.

"You were gone, and I just... I just really fucking..." His words trailed as his eyes looked over towards the woman. His heart started to pound in his chest. She looked... so much like you. It was as if he was being confronted with the ghost of his past once again.

"I went to go get her, Suguru." Satoru calmly explained with a hint of bite in his tone. "You really think I'd listen to what those old geezers said about not going to look for her? I grilled every last one of them until they slipped up and gave me enough information to find her."

Geto's eyes were as wide as saucers, and his pupils were dilated as he stared at the woman who was quietly trembling next to Satoru. His hand covered most of her face. "Is that...?"

"In the flesh." Satoru said as his hand slowly dropped from your eyes. Chills shot through Geto's body as he saw his mate's face again.

"Sugu..." Your little nickname for him. His breath went labored as he took in the sight of you for just one moment. His eyes involuntarily filled with tears before he dropped the sheet of paper and lunged for you.

His large muscular arms wrapped around your frame, pulling you into a tight embrace against him. "I'm so sorry.." He whispered in your ear like a mantra. His hands roamed across your back as if he was double checking that this was real.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry.” He whispered again in a pained voice. This was not how he wanted you to see him. He was at his lowest. “I’ve missed you so much. It feels like I’ve been underwater this entire time.”

You gently nuzzled your face into his chest, and you took a deep breath, savoring his scent. A content hum fled your lips. He smelled like home. “I’ve missed you too, Sugu.”

Suguru had grown so much since you last saw him. His body was now muscular and toned. His hair was even longer. It was tied up in a half knot while the rest of it messily splayed down his back. He wasn’t just a boy anymore — a man now.

“I hate to be the one to ruin this reunion, but there’s dead pack elders that we have to deal with.” Satoru spoke up as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Suguru reluctantly pulled back from you, not ready to let go of his missing mate. “I have no intention of staying here.” He said, eyes glancing over to the corpse on the ground. “This pack is a shit show.”

“So, what do we do?” Satoru asked, cocking an eyebrow at his friend. It was never a question in his mind. Satoru was going to go wherever Geto went.

“We start our own pack.” Geto casually threw out the idea with a small shrug. “It’s not impossible. If those incompetent creatures could do it, so can we.”

*** *** ***

You were happy and content to follow Geto and Gojo wherever the two went. It had been so long since you’ve seen the two males. You had almost forgotten how much mischief they could get up to.

Every day was filled with hiking, trying to find a new place to settle down. Every night was spent around a small fire, listening to the stories of the two while you were sent away.

When you and Geto would finally lay together next to the fire, he’d lazily play with your hair and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. He’d tell you how beautiful you were and how there was never a day that went by when he didn’t think of you.

“Have I mentioned how terrible it was without you?” He murmured in your ear while his large hand was gently caressing your hip. He would carefully slip it underneath your shirt. The pad of his thumb caressing your soft skin.

“Only a million times.” You giggled in response, looking up at him to meet his gaze.

“Make it a million and one then. It was terrible.” He quietly laughed, not wanting to wake up Satoru who was snuggled on the ground on the other side of the fire.

“I missed you too.” You replied. Your hand carefully reached up and cupped his cheek. Your head was resting on his bicep while your legs were intertwined. “I tried calling out to you often through the mate bond.”

“I felt it each time.” He admitted as his hand slowly snaked higher up your torso. “I felt each time you went into heat and needed me.”

The fire calmly crackling masked the small whimper that fled from your lips. “I’m sorry. I know that probably drove you crazy.”

“You have no idea.” He muttered as he leaned in and pressed a small kiss to the mark on your neck. It hadn’t faded in the slightest. Your body knew you were his before you presented as well. “I dreamt of going out to find you.”

“Yeah? What would you do had you found me while I was in heat?”

“Mmm..” He hummed in a low tone as he gazed at you with a small smirk on his face. “I would sneak into whatever tent you were in like I use to when we were kids.” He spoke softly as his hand continued to trail up your side slowly.

“I’d find you lying there, already such a mess for me.” He went on, painting the picture vividly for you. Your eyes slipped shut as you imagined it for yourself. “Then, I’d pin you down to your nest, stopping you from taking care of yourself.” He went on, and he rolled on top of you, pinning your arms down with his free hand.

The sickly sweet scent of your arousal building lingered in the air, making Suguru’s heart pound in his chest. You smelled even more yummy than he imagined you to.

“What next?” You ask softly in a breathless voice.

“I’d kiss your lips until they were bruised.” He mumbled, and he leaned down to you before pressing his lips harshly against yours. He groaned softly as soon as he could feel you kissing back. He poured all of his love and hunger into his affections. He needed you like he needed air. You were his sole salvation - his reason for living

He carefully pushed your shirt up over your chest, and he skillfully reached behind you, unclasping your bra within a few seconds. You worked with him, pulling it away from your body before you wrapped your legs around his waist.

His hand came up and carefully cupped your breast. Hs kneaded on the soft pillowy flesh with another groan. He gently bit your swollen lip, asking for entry before proceeding to deepen the kiss. He swallowed up your small moans and gasps.

"Then," he softly pant out after parting from the kiss, "I'd mark up your neck again and again. I never want you to forget who you belong to." His head dipped into your neck, and his lips latched on to the soft skin.

He sucked, nibbled, and bit his way up and down your neck, making good on his promise to mark you up. Your hips raised up to meet his, needily searching for friction to ease the ache between your thighs.

"My poor omega.." He mumbled softly against your skin before allowing his hand to trail down and to grope you at your core.

"Fuck- Sugu.." Your voice was a soft whine, forgetting all about Gojo who was asleep not even 10 feet away.

"Shhh, princess. Don't wake him." Suguru shushed you softly with a impish grin. His hands now worked to take your pants and panties off. "Want me to keep going?"

"Please..." Your face is illuminated by the warm glow of the fire before you two. A soft blush spread across your cheeks.

"Mmm, then you have to be quiet." Suguru teased before he allowed himself the pleasure of gazing at your glistening cunt. "Oh, so pretty." He mused before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your folds.

Suguru's mind was running haywire as he generously lapped at your wet heat. He had imagined this happening so many times while he fucked his own fist. It's all finally worked out. He's finally gotten to taste you, to hear you moan his name.

Your fingers entangled in his hair, holding onto him for support while he devoured you thoroughly.

"Mmn.. Sugu~ S'close... please." You quietly whimpered out, warning him of your impending release while he slurped at your cunt, drinking down your slick as if you were a fountain of youth.

"Can you hold it, baby?" His voice was muffled as he didn't dare part from you.

"N-no, I-" You softly whine, starting to rock your hips back and forth across his tongue. You were desperate for release, nearly riding his face to get there.

Suguru tugged back away from you. "That just won't do, darling." He mumbles as he unbuttons his pants and pulls his pants and boxers down just enough. "I need your first time finishing with me to be on my cock. Think you can do that for me?"

You're quick to nod in agreement with his wish, desperately needing the approval of your alpha. You had already caught a glimpse of his size when you and Satoru first arrived. Even when soft, Suguru still isn't small. Now that he's fully hard, it's almost intimidating.

"Mmm~ such a good girl." He quietly praised as he carefully guided his cock between your slick covered folds. He held your gaze as he rubbed his tip up and down, creating a wet "schlick" noise with each movement. His poor neglected cock leaked sticky pre-cum along your core, making everything so messy.

"Bite on my hand." He instructed as he placed his hand over your mouth. "Don't want you makin' too much noise." With a small huff, you bite down onto his hand.

Humping you a few more times, Geto finally decided to push himself into you. Your body immediately went rigid as you tried to cope with the new pressure between your legs. It felt as if he was trying to split you in two, completely impaling you with his thick cock.

"Ohh~ fuuu... That's it.." Geto's voice was deeper and extremely breathy. His eyes were half-lidded as he continued to watch your facial reactions. The small tears crowding the corners of your eyes made him throb. "You're so fucking tight."

"it's not gonna fit-" You quietly whined behind the palm of his hand. Meanwhile, your fingernails were embedded into his back, decorating him with scratch marks.

"It's gonna fit, baby." He quietly reassured you as he pulled back a bit and sunk back in. Your slick coated his length, making it easier for him to push in more. "Gotta let me stretch you."

"Ngh~ ah.." Your voice cracked as your leaned your head back against the ground. Suguru's hips rolled, just barely fucking into your tight cunt. He'd add another inch with each thrust, allowing you time to gradually get use to him.

The air was filled with shushed panting and breathy whines. The sound of your sopping cunt squeezing around him was like a holy song to him. You were the only slice of heaven Geto would ever see.

He had been so caring; you hadn't even realized he was all the way in until you felt a thump towards your stomach. "Ohmygod-" The gasp fell from your mouth before you could even think to stop it. "Fuuuck... feel you right here.." You meekly murmured as you pointed towards your tummy.

"Yeah baby? Feel me all the way in there?" He humors your intoxicated speech as he's lovingly thrusting into you. "You feel so fucking good." He praised as he peppered your face in sweet kisses.

Your spongy walls cling to his dick with each soft thwack of his balls clapping against the flesh of your ass. You're completely soaked around him, allowing him to glide in and out with ease.

His fat tip was damp with sweltering pre-cum gathering at his slit. With each thrust, his tip was kissing at your womb, making you feel all dumb in the head. He occupied his mouth with kissing and sucking more love bites into your shoulders. "So good, baby... ah~ so fuckin' good." He continued to mumble praises in a pussy drunk tone.

Both of your bodies were glistening in a mix of sweat and slick. The fire raged beside you two keeping you very warm while he pumped in and out. "Can't get enough. Need more.. ngh~ M-missed you so much." He growled lowly in your ear as his tender thrusts grew sloppier - fueled by an intense need.

"Suguu~ fuck me." That little needy whine was all he needed to start forcefully pounding into you. Noise level be damned; he needed his omega on a biblical level that Satoru would never be able to understand.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

Your poor cunt was practically sobbing for him - making a complete mess between your thighs as his cock rudely drilled into you. Your back arched up off of the ground, and you could feel your eyes rolling back. It felt like you were ascending to a higher being.

Suguru caught your lips in a sloppy kiss. Strings of saliva connected your mouths like strings of fate as you muffled each others moans. "Need to knot you - f-fuck, please, let me knot you."

Your legs wrap completely around Suguru's waist. "Knot me, Sugu.. hngh~ I'm s'close.."

Suguru's legs began to shake as he could feel his balls growing heavy. Instincts completely drove him to keep fucking himself into your drooling cunt. His eyes stayed on you as he felt himself growing closer and closer to the edge.

"Sh-shit!" You hissed as your gummy walls suddenly tightened around him. The squelching noises slowed as he felt his knot starting to swell. His hands gripped onto your hips as he had to force his way deep inside your wet heat. The knot locking you two in place before he completely spilled inside you.

"Fuuucking hell..." Suguru breathed out as he stayed planted on top of you. His breath was labored as his hand brushed a few stray hairs from your face. "No one will ever take you away from me again. You're mine."

Bonus Scene!

Upon waking up the next morning on Suguru's bare chest, you sighed contently. Your body ached in the best way. Though, you knew it would only make this trek even harder.

You slowly sat up with a quiet groan. Your face was slightly sticky from sweat and drool. He had really wore you out last night.

"Morning, sleepy head." Suguru mumbled as his eyes rested upon your tired face.

"Mmm.. morning." You quietly hummed as your hands instinctively smoothed out your hair, trying to make yourself look presentable.

"Good morning, Satoru." The white-haired alpha spoke to himself in a grumpy, sarcastic tone as he stared at the two of you.

"It's too early for your attitude, Satoru." Suguru quietly laughed as he looked at his friend.

"You can deal with my attitude given what I had to deal with last night." He huffed as his lips curled into a slight pout.

"You didn't-"

"Oh, I did." He confirmed. "Oooohhh, please knot me, Sugu. Oh so big and strong!" He mocked your voice in a high pitched tone.

"Oh god, please stop." You whine as you covered your ears. A nervous laugh involuntarily bubbled up from your throat.

"Mmm, fuck. Gonna knot this tight cun-"

"That's enough, Satoru." Suguru playfully warned as he shook his head with a calm smile. It didn't bother him one bit that he heard the two of you last night because he knew that Satoru was going to hear you two again tonight as well.

Read the rest of my monstertober here !

[reallyromealone]

Hi, Rome (May call you Rome?)

I finally worked up the courage to send in my first request..... Can I request a fic of Gojo and Geto being absolutely inlove with this one omega male? (Sorcerers au) Pls?

Title: lover

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Shoko (mentioned)

Fic type: fluff

Pairings: Gojo x Geto

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, fluff

Notes: you absolutely can, it's my name after all

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Everyone knew that Gojo and Geto were a couple, the two alphas very open about their relationship and flirted openly.

(Name) Hummed quietly as he refilled medical equipment as Shoko went to grab some lunch for the two, the two often rotated who got lunch "(naaaame)!" Gojo said happily as he and Geto walked into the medical office, (name) glancing up with a confused expression "oh! What can I do for you two?" (Name) Asked as he put the basket of gauze on a shelf "can't we just come to see you?" Geto asked the cute Omega who tilted his head "well I suppose"

The two smiled at the Omega, subconsciously getting closer to him "how have your missions been? I heard you two went to Osaka" (name) paid no mind as Gojo draped himself over him "it was fine, you should come next..." Gojo held him close as Geto traced his cheek "maybe next time!"

The two always seemed to have a seventh sense for seeking (name) out, the two were hopelessly in love with the omega who didn't seem to catch to their flirting, hopelessly oblivious but it was clear that (name) had feelings for the alphas.

"We actually got you something" Gojo said happily, pulling out a bag he set to the side and handing it to (name) "you didn't have to...!" (Name) Said softly as he carefully opened the bag to reveal..." A collar?" He asked while feeling the hand crafted leather and ornate designs "but this is a courting gift..."

"Yuuuup" Gojo said and Geto smiled at the omegas who clearly was trying to figure this out "wait... Does that mean?"

"There he is, took you a year" the two chuckled as (name) looked startled "a year! I had all year to be with you two and I didn't notice!" (Name) Gawked "well we better make up for lost time~" Geto missed his cheek lovingly and Gojo put the collar on his neck "lots and lots of lost time~"

"please keep from being disgusting in my office" Shoko said bluntly as she held food bags, glaring at the trio as (name) stepped away from his alphas, respecting his bosses wishes.

[specialgradefckr]

Heatwave: Day 5

tw: explicit content, noncon/heavy dubcon. 4k+ words. Satoru/Reader/Suguru poly. afab!omega!reader, alpha!gojo, alpha!geto. yandere gojo and geto.

mind games, de-socialization/infantilization, caregiver/dependency kinks, piss kink, humiliation/control, captivity, stockholm syndrome, physical restraints, force-feeding (briefly), restricted bathroom access, suggestions of heat/breeding/pregnancy, reader has a panic attack.

Prompt: An omega is made to regularly piss themselves to show submission to the alpha(s) around them.

It’s for different reasons that Gojo and Geto force you to piss yourself during your captivity, but it always ends the same.

Laughter in your ears. A teasing joke – kinder, if it was from Geto – and perhaps they force you to sit there, soaked, for a few minutes until they tire of taunting you and carry you to the bathroom to wash it off.

They never leave you in there unsupervised, so it’s not like you’re ever relieving yourself without either of them present, as awful as the thought is.

That had happened only a couple times, early on.

Gojo had snapped that if you wanted to be left alone so badly, then he’d do it, even as Geto frowned in disapproval.

He’d continued to deliver you meals but otherwise went along with Gojo’s plan… even though you were chained to the bed, unable to so much as go to the bathroom on your own volition.

It was in part due to your own pride that you didn’t ask one of them to help you. You held it as long as you could – surely Geto would have to know.

He’d even asked if you needed anything one day in, and you were just about to ask him to take you to the bathroom when someone – Gojo, presumably – dragged him away.

Then you’d been left in the humiliating position of being forced to soil yourself. Literally, there’d been nothing else you could do.  

Afterwards, you’d gone on something of a hunger strike. Couldn’t have your bodily functions and sanitary conditions held hostage if you didn’t eat or drink, right?

You would have been proud of how long you lasted, were it not for how it ended.

It was hard – very hard – to keep on declining food after Gojo started to get desperate, realizing that you really were starving yourself.

He started bringing you offerings of all the best food and drink you could think of. Tempting you with a picnic on the balcony, what would’ve been the first fresh air you’d gotten since they kidnapped you.

That might have been his rut coming on, which would explain his shitty attitude. Being possessive over Geto, over you.

Wanting to provide for you, feed you, growing utterly distraught that you refused to eat the food he presented. Going through a thousand options to please you, like you were his mate.

He was scary. Gojo had always been scary, so upfront and outright with his desires, so unwilling to ever hold anything back.

And it pleased you, somewhere in the dark part of your heart, to make your displeasure – your rejection – so plainly known to the alpha before you.

Later you'd realize that Geto was the scary one. He’d come in one last time, made a final offering and a strict but firm warning.

You turned him down again and he’d returned with a cloth soaked in chloroform.

When you woke up, it was to a tube down your throat and your arms and legs strapped down.

Geto waiting patiently at your bedside for you to wake up, shushing you as you struggled and tried to choke it out, holding your head down gently so you didn’t hurt yourself.

He cooed that you were just so helpless, you couldn’t take care of yourself, couldn’t even eat without being made to, so you absolutely needed to be taken care of.

Couldn’t you see? This was for your own good. You were literally starving yourself, and for what?

Geto reeked of alpha pheromones, which was worse. While Gojo had been inconsolable, seeking your approval and acceptance, Geto’s scent was all delight and satisfaction at having given you what you needed.

Your alpha who knew what was best for you, better than you did yourself, and he was easily able to wrestle his stubborn little omega into submission.

It hadn’t been all his patronizing rambling and smug proclamations.

It had been the fact that you were physically incapable of talking back, telling him he was wrong, telling him you were starving yourself because they did shit like this and you didn’t want to fucking LIVE LIKE THIS –

The fury had choked you, leaving you coughing around the tube for Geto to fuss over you some more, inordinately pleased with the situation.

He’d left you with the tube for two days. You’re sure he would have done it longer, would have left you miserable and uncomfortable like that, forced you to soil the special bed padding made for elderly patients, forced you to endure even more sponge baths like you were an actual invalid.

But Satoru whined about how lame it was to have to change and clean and check your tubes instead of sharing a nice meal together, how boring it was that he couldn’t speak with you, that you’d definitely learned your lesson now, right? Right?

You weren’t even embarrassed to nod as they both stared at you. Look me in the eyes, darling. You wouldn’t put us through that again, right?

Put THEM through it. Like you weren’t the one starving, locked in a room, treated like an actual fucking animal for not wanting to be cozy with your captors.

It’s worse because it plays into your instincts. That’s why they have these expectations, why they go along with all these insane things.

At first you’d been angry, as reluctant as any abductee would be, but the longer you were exposed to their scents, the more you grew accustomed to them.

The more they tried to take care of you, the more you wanted to let them. Two beautiful, strong, lovely alphas who wanted so badly to be good to you, isn’t that what any omega would want?

They knew it, too. That was the worst part.

Your heat was coming up, the first since they’d taken you away, and you weren’t proud or delusional enough to think you’d make it even a day without begging one of them to knot you. If Geto wanted to hold out, you knew Gojo would give in, all you had to do was whine for him.

It fucking stung, the fact that you’d already thought about it so thoroughly. It stung to know their plan was working, that you knew and expected yourself to fuck them during your heat, even as sexual encounters with them became more and more commonplace.

None of them were really consensual, but you weren’t confident calling them rape, either.

Not when they always did stop when you’d asked them to, even once or twice when you’d wanted it bad so so fucking bad.

Pheromones hot and sticky in the air, the scent of pleasure and desire tugging you in. Making everything perfect and right and safe with your alpha for just a few precious moments.

Just by his scent, you knew the alpha was just on the cusp; it was the most arousing thing you’d ever felt in your fucking life and everything inside you screamed to make them cum and give you more of those comforting, arousing, pleasurable pheromones… and you’d told him to stop anyways.

Just to prove that you didn’t actually have any power, this was all because of them. They were in control and they’d fuck you whether or not you wanted them to.

But they did stop.

Even when Geto’s impeccable self-control was in tatters, even when Gojo had gone feral with need fucking you hard; if you told them to stop, they would.

If you told them to get off you, they did. If you said not to touch, then they wouldn’t. At least, not for sexual purposes.

It didn’t stop either one from jerking themselves to completion in front of you; your alpha moaning and whining with a flushed face as he locked eyes with you.

What a tease, Geto would say, Needy little omega wants me to put on a show?

Gojo was no better, Fuck, babe, you kill me, you really do… but what my omega wants, my omega’s gonna get.

Utterly unfazed by rejection, by denial. It wouldn’t even stop him from cumming, from finding release as he gazed at you. The scent of his arousal was more than enough to keep you hot and wanting, hand moving to rub yourself without your permission at the sight.

Sometimes the other one would come and help your partner out, drawn in by the heated noises and obvious arousal thick in the surroundings. Eager to assist with a warm hand or a wet mouth, even locking eyes with you while he did it.

Something dark and possessive flaring inside you at the sight of the alpha that had been inside you seconds ago brought to completion by another. 

Something almost worse filling your core with heat at the sight of your alpha being ravished, and another alpha your alpha fluttering his lashes at you as if to say don’t you want to be next? Next to cum, next to us? Inside us, around us, a part of us, like we’re entwined now?

Insane. Insane insane insane they’re driving you insane with this behavior. This façade of care and consideration.

Like you’re really lovers except for how you’re not allowed to choose what room you want to be in at any given time.

You can’t go to the restroom without permission. Can’t eat except for what they feed you. Can’t pick what show to watch, can’t go on the internet, can’t read a book or do anything to entertain yourself without their say-so.

They’ve arranged it somehow so that one of them is always with you. Even your bedtime – in the king-sized bed in the main room of the penthouse – is determined by them. No doubt they schedule it intentionally, so that if they both need to be gone, you’ll be asleep.

You can’t choose anything for yourself, but that’s not an omega’s place. Your alphas will present you with everything you need or want. It’s their duty to know you well enough to keep you satisfied always.

And when you do need to make a choice, when you need that element of control, they’ll give you the options to pick from, so you don’t get too overwhelmed.

Fucking archaic. No one thought that way about omegas anymore. No one treated omegas – anyone ­– like that anymore.

Nobody but Gojo and Geto, the only alphas in the world with both the power and the perceptiveness to provide so perfectly and so thoroughly.

But even those little moments where they offer you some choice, something they’ll actually follow through with, where your opinion truly counts – even that is just the illusion of power. They decide what to give you, when to give it to you.

And they do what they want, ultimately, hence the current situation. They like to make you drink, bring you glasses of water throughout the day for you to finish, “keep you hydrated”, and it’s laughably transparent what it’s in the service of.

But what can you do? They’ve proven they’re not afraid to force things down your throat. This is infinitely more comfortable than the alternative.

Sometimes if you complain enough they’ll bring you something other than water. Once or twice, Geto would let you pick – “Apple juice or orange, darling? You can always still have water, if it’s too hard to choose.” – and to your utter despair, you felt grateful.

Gojo, you think, genuinely gets off on the scent of your piss.

He’s a bit of a freak, though you’d known that from the beginning. Prone to nuzzling into the scent glands on the side of your neck while he took you from behind against some surface.

Inevitably, he pressed you into it, hard enough to pressure your lower abdomen. Between the pressure of his cock filling you entirely, and the press from outside your body as he fucked you against it, all you could do was whimper.

“S-Satoru,” He’s nicer when you call him by his first name, “Satoru, please, please, I – I have to go – ”

Another thrust, hot, heavy, harder than the rest you think, a grin you can hear, teeth against your ear, “I’ve got you, baby.”

“Eugh – please Satoru I can’t hold it – ”

“If you gotta go, baby, go,” He purrs into your ear, “Just follow your instincts. You can do that, right? Just let go.”

His words make it all the harder to hold back, the innate desire to please an alpha surging through you as your release approaches.

And you’re close, too, about to cum even as you can feel the urge to pee swelling with it. It’s gross, it feels awkward, but you just want it to be over –

“Aww, little omega needs some help? Let alpha help you along~”

Fingers trace over your clit and you squeak, Gojo just laughs while he rubs tighter against you, bringing you all the way over the edge. You cum with a cry, a shudder, clinging to him at your involuntary, humiliating release.

“That’s it, there you go, baby,” He pants, deep breaths as he thrusts his own release into you, “Piss all over my cock. Mark your territory. I can smell you.”

Heat shoots up your body, your cheeks. A sigh of relief as your bladder empties itself. Burning shame. It roils, churns; your thighs feel sticky with more than just cum.

You quiver, burying your head in his neck to avoid the smell. Gojo’s scent is sweet with delight as he rides you through the aftershocks.

He strokes your back while he coos, “There you go, wasn't that nice, baby? Didn't that feel good? Don’t worry, just leave the rest to your alpha.”

He made you do this. But it’s no use getting angry, tensing up or doing anything, really. Your omega instincts are telling you to give in, go limp and obedient and he’ll take care of you.

And you do. It’s either that or soak in your own piss. Gojo’s breaths are deep and he hardens inside you at the scent in the air, and all you can do is whimper.

You don’t complain when he fucks you again in slow strokes to avoid overstimulating you. When he gets fully hard again, you’re starting to clench against your will, and he starts pressing into your clit again in short circles.

His fingers are wet, warm, and it’s not long before he brings you to another peak, warbling high, soft noises while he purrs in satisfaction.

You try not to think about the mess on the inside of your thighs, on his cock. Gojo brings his finger from your clit to his mouth. Blue eyes boring into yours, grinning, while he licks it clean.

So you wait a little while before you whine at Gojo, “Bath,” leveraging the alpha’s need to coddle you.

It usually works. You’re usually only made to sit in your disgust for a few moments of hot, sticky, uncomfortable pleasure before he scoops you up and takes you to the bathroom.

You have a surprisingly thorough skincare routine. Geto likes routines, you think, and Gojo likes sweet-smelling soaps and lotions, and they both like pampering you.

Pretending that you’re their sweet little omega girlfriend they spoil rotten instead of a prisoner who can’t leave.

It could almost be nice. Gojo’s large form in the tub beside you as he carefully scrubs you clean, massages his favorite fruit scented shampoo into your hair.

Grooming you with a diligence that you wouldn’t expect from him, all soft hands and gentle circles. Rinsing everything out.

Your tongue darts out over your lips, purely reflexive, as he cleans you up. For his part, Gojo doesn’t even try to resist the desire to lick over your scent glands when he towels you dry.

You smell like him, after. It makes him hard, but it’s easy to make Gojo hard, like that’s his default state whenever you’re around.

Your bare neck does things to him, you think. It’s stranger that smelling Gojo on you makes Geto hard, when he comes in to make sure he's following your routine correctly.

Gojo kisses at the corner of your mouth before he pops out the cleanser. You sit down obediently for him as Geto walks in, like he can tell you’re going to be put to bed soon.

They fuss in unison; Geto wants a leave-in conditioner for your hair, Gojo thinks that’ll weigh it down. Taking turns massaging your face, your hands, with one product or another. You feel like a doll sitting there – they certainly treat you like one.

Neither of them ask for your input on anything. Gojo styles your hair as he likes, using the hair dryer on you. The one time he hadn’t, Geto threw a fit, saying you could catch a cold.

It feels nice. Hands running through your hair, brushing it. You could almost catch yourself purring. And then Geto will mention a trim, of Gojo will suggest some styling, and you’ll remember with frigid clarity that it’s not really your hair anymore. Just the hair on their pretty little omega doll.  

Frighteningly, the thought makes you wet, sometimes. Sometimes you think you’re conditioned to get wet when you feel helpless, because that’s the only useful thing you can do. Get wet enough to make one of your alphas purr and kiss and fuck you into blissful comfort.

Gojo thinks it’s cute, thinks it’s darling, he’ll usually give in to you right away.

Geto actively tries to make you feel helpless. You think that’s what it is, when he makes you piss yourself, that’s what he gets off on. Making you drink more and more, knowing you can’t really refuse. Asking you to hold it just a little longer.

“Come now, we don’t want to make a mess, do we? Just another minute, little omega.” Geto likes it when you make a mess.

Or rather, he likes when you need him to clean you up. When you need him, in general.

“Needy little thing.” He sits you on his lap. The arm wrapped around your waist pressing against your abdomen. “One more minute, love, then we’ll head to the bathroom.”

He doesn’t encourage you like Gojo, but he wants the same thing. You’re not sure which one you hate more. He’s only pretending to fix your hair. Gojo and him are the only ones who see it. It’s not remotely critical, not like your bodily needs –

But you don’t get to decide what’s important. Geto does, and he says you stay here, even when you desperately, desperately need to go.

“Suguru,” You whimper, squirming. You just want it to be over. “Suguruuuu.”

No pretense, anymore. His hand that isn’t constricting your middle darts down between your legs. Rubs your clit over your underwear.

Rock hard. You can smell the arousal on him. But Geto’s worse than Gojo, because Geto doesn’t always care about getting off. Sometimes he’s happy just to finger you. Sometimes he either jerks himself or gets Gojo to get him off. Sometimes he’ll eat you out for hours, claiming you were too fussy, and if he puts his dick in you, you’re not awake for it.

The scent of his arousal has you dripping quickly, it’s not even worth it to stave it off. The best you can do is get him to do it faster, and even that’s not really up to you.

The pleasure comes beneath his fingertips, but it’s sharp, tapered by friction, and he keeps a steady pressure around your abdomen that has the pressure building in your bladder. It’s a painfully familiar feeling.

“Hold it.” He commands, your alpha, and you do, you really do. You don’t want to piss yourself, but you know he does, and he’s just fucking toying with you while he gets you there. “Hold.”

It’s hard, hard, pulling against the tide, fighting the promise of release that swells beneath his touch. You can’t do it long. Full to bursting.

“There you go, just a little more.” He finally drags his fingers beneath your panties. You’re ready to start crying. “So wet. You don’t want to make a mess, do you? Just wait a little longer.”

Lying lying he’s lying and the thought makes it so much harder to control but you don’t WANT to. You don’t!

You really do cry, a sob that catches in your throat when he dips a finger into you and you feel a dam begin to swell against the increased stimulation.

“What a good omega,” He purrs, like he’s noticing your discomfort and trying to relieve you, instead of enjoying it, “Hold it. Hold it.”

Another finger in. So full, you’re so full, it’s like his cock is inside you, there’s so much that it hurts, you just want to let go. He starts rubbing faster against your clit, a sweet friction that you have to fight not to buck into, muscles spasming, control faltering.

“Suguru,” Reduced to pitiful mewls. Just how he likes you.

“Hold it.” He says, and he knows, he fucking knows, he must know –

Fingers darting deep inside you, arm clenching violently against your lower half. Squeezing, squeezing, so hard, all while he pinches tightly at your clit. White hot pleasure pours through you, heady, flooding, and all you know is relief.

“Oh,” He says, like he’s surprised, even though you can feel his smile widen against your neck, “Oh, poor little omega. Had an accident, have you? It’s all right. It’s okay.” He prods tenderly at your clit, nursing you through it.

“I know how it is. You can’t help it, can you, baby?” He kisses against your neck from the left. “Poor thing. Don’t worry. Your alpha will take care of it. It’s only natural, silly little thing like you, you just couldn't help yourself.”

It’s a constant refrain they both like to repeat. Not to be ashamed of your instincts, your body, your needs.

You know why. To your great misfortune, you were born an omega, and so once you go into heat you’ll be struck with the insatiable desire for their knots, and it’s in their best interest for you not to resist that.

The less you resist, the better the chances their claiming bites will stick. Gojo already loves to chew at the glands on your neck – you think he’s even ‘called’ the right side, gnawing at there lazily while Geto is in the room.

For Gojo, it’s just dirty talk, but Geto likes to lecture you. There’s no one in your tiny world who has any level of disgust for your bodily functions.

They’ve seen it all, seen you helpless, sick, all kinds of messy, and they loved you, loved taking care of you. It was an honor for them to see you so vulnerable, an honor only your alphas deserved.

Sometimes he calls it desensitization training, like there’s a purpose to making you piss yourself besides getting high on control and making you humiliate yourself into submission to their whims.

But you do think there’s more to that for Geto.

If they had their way, you’d be a complete degenerate, an invalid, helpless by choice and totally disinterested in changing that.

A spoiled, mewling omega just a few steps away from ferality. They already don’t let you do much on your own, attending to even the simplest things all by themselves.

Knowing only to whine for your alphas to entertain you, provide for you, comfort you, because that’s all you ever needed to do. Utterly incapable of functioning in normal society, and unable to see anything wrong with that.

It’s coming. Soon. You know it is, and you’re sure they do, too. Geto in particular probably knows your body better than you do; probably tracks your hormones and cycles, may even be feeding you suppressants or stimulants.

You can only pray he’s bothered to give you contraceptives, too. Gojo’s a lost cause, he’s probably chomping at the bit to put a baby in you, but Geto would at least be concerned with the implications.

They’d chained you to the bed and locked you up for a couple days alone but they couldn’t leave you alone if you were pregnant. Their instincts just wouldn’t permit it.

Thinking about it makes you shake, uncontrollably. In your shared bed, in their arms, even with their voices cooing in your ear and their purrs and cuddles desperately soothing you.

Your heart trembles. Your heat is coming, it’s coming, and after that you could get pregnant.

They couldn’t leave you alone if you were pregnant. No alpha would ever be able to tear themselves away.

Alone, alone, locked in that tiny room. Chained up. You couldn’t even relieve yourself. Stuck in your own filth, abandoned by your alphas, the ones who were supposed to love you, protect you, provide for you.

They couldn’t, they wouldn’t. No alpha could abandon their omega. But they had once. They had once. They do whatever they want with you, no matter how much you hate it.

You tell yourself desperately you don’t want to be bred, and even you can’t tell if you mean it, excuses flashing back and forth in your mind.

What if they got you pregnant and decided you didn’t deserve their company? Decided you weren’t grateful enough for the calming presence of an alpha during your most vulnerable time? What if they thought you’d look cute, all pregnant and desperate and crying for them?

There’s no fix for this, nothing you can do about it, they’ve taught you that you can’t control anything in your life anymore.

Realization after realization crashes down, each little thing, can’t stop them from leaving, can’t stop them from breeding you, can’t stop them from fucking you in your heat, can’t do anything can’t you can’t you can’t –

They’re going to leave you. You’ll be heavy with child, longing for comfort and affection.

They’re going to make you need them. They’re going to make you weak in the worst possible way. They’re going to use it to hurt you.

Jerking, sniffling. Someone comes closer – it’s warm, paler, probably Gojo – but the shivering just gets worse.

Come closer, leave you alone. They’ll do whatever they want to do. You’ll just have to accept it.

They’re going to leave. Leave you alone. All alone. All by yourself. Locked up, in chains, unable to do anything. They made you need them and they’re going to leave –

Wetness pools in your eyes, and you blink it away without really trying, without noticing so much how the tears roll down your cheek.

The numb terror overwhelms everything. Cold, it’s cold, and somehow so hot. Your heart is trying to bolt out of your chest.

A name you distantly recognize as yours rings in your ears, but you don’t notice, don’t understand.

You’re too busy trying to breathe through all your panting, all the adrenaline rushing through you with the panic.

You feel helpless, completely helpless. Pinned between the two of them.

Larger, stronger, alphas who can subdue your resistance just by existing, emitting pheromones that send you into dizzy complacence or heady lust.

Alone. Alone, alone, they’re here now but it’s not because you want them they don’t care what you want they do what they want you can’t have anything can’t do anything you can’t you can’t you can’t.

The thoughts coil endlessly through your mind, spinning, spinning, spinning in place. A hand rubs against your back, a desperate purr in the distance.

Background noise. You're alone, trapped in your head, trapped with thoughts that won't stop coming.

Spiraling despair that just goes deeper and deeper, new fears unearthed with every thought.

You feel like throwing up.

Would they feel like cleaning you up? You’d be at their mercy, caked in your own vomit.

You feel like you’re dying.

Mabe you are. Maybe this is how they kill you, from the inside out.

[elysianightsss]

Limerence | ON HOLD

Series masterlist

limerence / lim-ê-rêns / (noun)

“Obsessive romantic attraction towards another person”

Summary: In which the owners of Jujutsu Incorporated, the Ôgami brothers, are suddenly interested in you.

Pairing: Alpha!Sukuna x reader, Alpha!Itadori x reader, Alpha!Gojo x reader, Alpha!Geto x reader, Alpha!Nanami x reader, Alpha!Kenjaku x reader.

Status: Ongoing.

Genre: werewolf au, soulmate, polyamory relationship, angst, fluff, omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics.

Warnings: 18+, smut, violence, mentions of knotting, heats, ruts, insecurities, some descriptions of reader’s body, mention of possible ED, omegaspace, domdrop, swearing, blood, depression, suicidal thoughts, possessiveness, obsessive thoughts, Alpha tendencies, a/b/o dynamics.

Some warnings may be added to the beginning of individual chapters. 

Taglist

Jujutsu Incorporated

Moodboards

Teaser one

Teaser two

Kenjaku drabble

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

[noroi1000]

Honored One Shot no.7 - @loreley-ha

"My Omega"

Yandere Alpha Geto x Omega reader

Omegaverse NSFW: Marking, possessive sex, pheromones

"Do you really think I don't know where my omega goes?"

You heard a voice behind you as you entered the house.

You jumped as warm fingers touched your neck, removing the collar that was covering your neck.

You knew it was Suguru. Because you will know his voice everywhere.

The feeling when he's next to you too.

Throwing his collar to the floor, he put his closed mouth and nose to the bite mark on the side of your neck.

You felt shivers when he did it.

That's what it feels like to be chastised by an alpha.

A feeling that makes you shiver.

Alphas have always been terrible to Omega. But not those who are partners. Suguru is your partner.

However, reaching the sensitive mark on the neck is like initiating sexual contact or possessiveness. Especially when Alphas do it when they're pissed off.

The alpha's possessiveness and scolding can be frequent. It all depends on the character of Alpha.

Your Alpha is possessive.

You are his and only his. His Omega. Only his.

The moment other alphas approach you is when he goes into standby mode.

When an alpha stranger approaches you, he's very careful and pulls you away so you don't get too close.

When it's a familiar alpha to you or him, it allows you a little more freedom, but not that much.

Alpha is Alpha. Just a little bit of your scent and you will become a morsel for some alpha who is nearby.

Even if you already have a partner. Alphas compete. Especially because there are less omegas.

That's why your partner is possessive. Because you're supposed to be his omega and no one else's.

He shows your place now.

Showing you to focus on whose mark is on your neck.

The marks of his teeth. And not anyone else.

He's the one who marked you as his omega. And not someone else. You are HIS omega.

You felt shivers as he exhaled from his lungs at that bite.

It's normal for the omega to be more sensitive around the alpha who is your partner. But he does it on purpose.

To show you your place with him as his Omega.

"I know my omega was seeing some alpha..." He moaned into your ear, holding you possessively in his arms.

When you looked to the side to see his face, you saw his purple eyes almost glow as he stared into yours.

You heard a soft growl coming from his throat as he looked at you.

If he had animal physical features, surely everything would show his displeasure.

Same as now.

"How are naughty omegas punished?" He asked, scanning your gentle eyes with intensity.

Omega so innocent...Alphas never can get angry when they see how their omega has such innocent eyes with them.

Just like you are looking at him now.

He is your alpha. your life partner. You can't look at him with hostility because it's written in your genes that you love your alpha. You don't oppose Alfie. You are really happy with your alpha.

And alphas have more aggression and possessiveness in their genes.

Omegas are so innocent, cute and beautiful.

And he loves his omega. That's why he wants his omega just for him.

Because he is the alpha.

And his omega is everything to him.

"Suguru...?" You giggled softly as a smile appeared on his face.

"Don't be afraid ~. Just you know... You're my Omega. And I don't wanna give you to someone else." He licked your ear, nibbling the earlobe with his tooth. "But little, cute omegas only have a place with one alpha. And you're my omega, baby."

You felt him release some of his pheromones on you.

Your body shivered as you felt hot.

"I need to mark my omega even more, right?" he purred in your ear.

You let out a shaky breath as his hot tongue slid over your bite on your skin.

And you felt more and more of his pheromones insistently attacking your senses to make you a moaning mess and begging for your alpha.

And that was for sure because Suguru's pheromones were so strong and intense.

It was affecting your body, making you a horny mess.

It was the same with him when he felt your heat. He was losing control by spraying you with waves of pheromones. And the omegas can never hold back their alpha partner.

Therefore, the heat is intense for both sides.

Especially when Omega is in heat. Because Alpha becomes aggressive and erratic just to get Omega.

That's why Suguru asked you several times to be very careful about taking supplements.

And his heat is also intense because it's unstoppable. And he closes himself off from you so he doesn't succumb to his instincts when he feels his omega.

Even though he won't hurt you, it's more aggressive sex than ever. Therefore, in order not to expose you to stress, during the most intense time of this he closed himself.

Even though you felt his heat and you were in a similar state.

And he went a little crazy because he smelled the sweet smell of your pheromones.

Same as now.

When you felt his pheromones and started to tremble, asking for his touch. He felt the same way as your body began to emit that sweet scent.

"Omegas are always so polite to their Alphas. And you're so good to me, baby ~. I should mark you again for what you did. I can't be so brutal when you're so meek. But I can't be gentle to make you understand your mistake."

He put his hands under your shirt and your body melted in his hands.

"You smell so sweet ~. My sweet omega~."

As he took off your bottom clothes, he saw your thighs getting wet.

Alpha pheromones are intense... And they immediately tell your body to be turned on for your alpha.

Just like alphas, they are crazy about the smell of omega. In the same way, omegas go crazy when their alphas release pheromones on them.

His hands also grabbed your top clothes, taking it off.

Leaving your body naked and begging to be touched.

He smelled the sweet scent of his omega's excitement, which challenged that predatory instinct in him. Instinct to HAVE his omega here and now.

His pupils dilated and his pants were so tight.

Undoing his baggy pants, he placed your hands against the wall for something to hold on to, and bent you down so he could access your hips. He spread your thighs apart, pressing the thick tip of his cock against your trembling entrance.

Your walls offered no resistance, nor did the rest of your body. And when he managed to slide in easily, he pressed his chest against your back and sank his teeth into the already existing mark on your skin.

Making you howl of pleasure as you felt his scent completely take over your mind. The pleasure you crave.

You want him.

He growled, feeling the pleasure of biting into your skin to leave a mark.

The way you shiver, barely holding on to the wall as your alpha's big dick digs into your insides.

"A-Alpha..." you moaned in a shaky voice as he kept one hand on your hip and the other next to yours on the wall.

Your trembling thighs and whole legs when you stood on tiptoe didn't bother him at all, because if you want your alpha to fuck you, you have to keep it that way. In this position.

But at some point, he's going to keep your body in a mess anyway. His Omega marking is something he wants. For your mutual pleasure, and also for you as a lesson. Because you only react that way to his pheromones.

He started mercilessly digging his hips into yours, leaving marks on your back as he positioned you the way you're supposed to be positioned so he could hit deeper with more accuracy.

So that your legs buckle under you and he can fuck your moaning, melting body in his hands as much as he thinks necessary.

[bakugoushotwife]

[arcticmxk3]

Fuck i need to get him pregnant (he's a grown fictional man)

[abosideblog]

Jujutsu Kaisen Omegaverse Headcanons

Itadori Yuji

- an omega (which only adds to how much Sukuna looks down on him)

- uses pheromone blockers and heat suppressants

- isnt embarrassed or ashamed of being an omega, despite some people (Sukuna) expecting him to be

- keeps a nest in his dorm full of Megumi and Nobara's clothes (even tho she always yells at him for it)

- his scent is semi-sweet, kind of like a pineapple

Fushiguro Megumi

- a beta

- also uses pheromone blockers

- sometimes engages in nesting behaviors (its something he picked up from tsumiki as a kid)

- his scent is very 'natural', very herbal and fresh

- doesnt care about secondary gender at all due to how Gojo raised him

Kugisaki Nobara

- an alpha and definitely will show off about it

- doesnt use pheromone blockers or suppressants she's just rawdogging it

- started mimicking nesting behaviors after hanging around Megumi and Yuji too much

- has that 'traditional' alpha scent- citrus and woody

Satoru Gojo

- another alpha

- uses blockers and suppressants only while on longer missions

- being a limitless user with the six eyes while also being an alpha adds alot of pressure to him, especially in his younger years

- doesn't care about secondary gender at all despite his upbringing

- his scent is kinda hard to describe, i imagine it being pretty sweet (pretty nonstandard for alphas) but still having hints of that heavier 'traditional' alpha scent

Suguru Geto

- an omega

- uses pheromone blockers and suppressants even into his adulthood

- his secondary gender isn't exactly something he's embarrassed of, but he does sometimes try to pass as a beta or alpha in certain situations

- would constantly make nests full of Gojo's clothes when they were still in school together

- his scent is mostly floral and a little citrus-y

[sadistic-kiss]

House of Alpha Chapter 24: Sour

Omegaverse: Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sukuna x Alpha!Toji x Alpha!Nanami x Alpha!Suguru x Alpha!Saroru

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…

"Sweet dreams Nanami." You whispered as you left the room. Closing the door softly you make your way to the stairs. Wondering if you can catch Getou leaving his meeting. You sniffed for his scent, hiking your dress up as you powered walked down the hall. You were going to give him a piece of your-

“Good evening Master Ryoumen and Fushiguro~.” The servants called.

Your eyes widen as you freeze. No no no no no. You pedaled backward quickly.

“Sir, We have recently-”

“Not now I'm busy!” You heard Sukuna running up the stairs as the servants called to him but it was clear he had one thing in mind. You weren't trying to be conceded but you were 99.99% sure it was...

You.

And, you weren't ready! You used all your energy for Nanami and you weren't properly stretched in your ass! If Sukuna gets to you, you were going to be so fucked! Twisting around you started running down the hall. You had to get to your room before he saw you!

“AYE!” You heard Sukuna shout down the hall. You took a frightened glance back seeing Sukuna crouch down with a menacing growl, “YOU THINK YOU CAN RUN FROM ME?”

That was all you needed to start screaming while putting the pedal to metal. “I'M NOT READY!”

“GET BACK HERE!”

You cut the corner so fast you nearly slid into the wall. “SHADOWSTEP!” you dashed forward in a shadow of mist clearing the rest of the hall. You nearly jumped down the flight of steps tumbling forward as you ran. “Scuse me!” you dodged some of the servants as you ran.

“Oh!”

“Prime omega are you alright?!”

“Go stop Sukuna for me!” you yelled over your shoulder but you knew It didn't matter how many twists and turns you take he will always know where you are with that damn orb following you!

You ran past Getou not even realizing he was there, but within a split second you pivoted and grabbed his shoulders, “Suguru!”

“Darling? What's the rush?” he grinned at you.

“You! You were supposed to teach me how to see the orb!”

Getou clicked his tongue, “Ah yes~” He looked up as if in thought, “To see…. The orb~.”

“SUGURU!”

“I'm sorry I'm sorry~ my memory is quite fuzzy. Let me check my spell book.”

*CRASH*

The two of you looked out the window where Sukuna flew into the bushes- the maniac JUMPED OUT THE WINDOW?!

You gasped in surprise and horror as Sukuna stood up shaking his head from leaves “OMEGA!”

“Oh dear~ it looks like you have bigger problems~.” The alpha chuckles mischievously.

“Eek!” you started running for your room again.

“I thought you wanted to know the spell~!” Getou called playfully.

“FUCK YOU!” You yelled back.

..

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@karleequinn : Either you been in my resteraunt too long and just knew what the chef was cooking or you hacked into my computer because you guest this while it was in my draft 😂😂😂🖤🖤🖤🖤

[bloody-bee-tea]

IntiMarch 2024 Day 10 - It doesn't change anything

The prompt for this was "It's just the two of us"

Suguru is lazily carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair when he speaks.

“How was it for you? Presenting?” he wants to know and Suguru hums in thought.

“Unremarkable,” he finally gives back and tugs on one of Satoru’s strands of hair when he pouts up at him.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that one moment I wasn’t an alpha and the next I was. It didn’t change anything. It didn’t mean anything to me,” Suguru replies and it’s not even a lie.

He presented so early that it barely made a difference for him at that time and Suguru never gave it much more thought than that. It happened. That’s all.

“I wonder how it’s going to be for me,” Satoru mutters out, stretching his long limbs on the bed. “How different things are going to be for me when I present as an alpha.”

That brings Suguru up short.

“But you’re not,” he says, frowning down at Satoru, who is still rolling around on Suguru’s bed as if it’s his.

“I’m not what?”

“An alpha. You’re an omega, Satoru,” Suguru gives back and he wonders how he even knows that.

No one can tell the orientation of someone who hasn’t yet presented; there’s no way to predict it, no indicator that points towards anything, no gene that can be analysed.

And yet Suguru is certain of it.

“Yeah, right,” Satoru laughs out. “The Six Eyes, an omega. Are you feeling okay, Suguru? Do you have a fever? Is your rut close and clouding your judgement?”

“Shut up,” Suguru huffs. “You know my ruts don’t affect me. And you being the Six Eyes has nothing to do with it. It’s just—you’re an omega,” he says again, because Satoru is, will be, and Suguru wonders how he could ever think anything else.

“How can I be the strongest when I’m an omega?” Satoru wants to know and that only makes Suguru frown harder.

“How can you not? Being the strongest and being an omega have nothing to do with each other. You’ll still be the strongest even as an omega.”

“But I’m not,” Satoru insists again, his whole posture rigid now where before it was loose and relaxed. “I’m not an omega.”

He sounds angry, mostly, but Suguru can detect the distress in his voice and he decides to drop it. It’s not as if he can explain how he knows this anyway—he doesn’t even understand it himself, after all—and so he simply shrugs.

“Okay, Satoru,” he gives back and pushes his hand into Satoru’s hair again. “You’re not.” Suguru can tell that his words do not appease Satoru, because he puffs out his chest as if he wants to go on arguing about this, and so Suguru quickly goes on. “You’re not anything yet, seeing as you are late.”

“I’m always late,” Satoru immediately proudly declares. “It’s fashionable.”

“If you’re five minutes late, maybe. Not an hour or longer,” Suguru chastises him, though his words lack heat. Satoru is never late to meetings with him and more often than not he manages to make Suguru late as well for any official meetings so it’s not as if Suguru is really in a position to say anything.

“Yeah, well, I’m never late alone, now, am I?” Satoru asks, a knowing sparkle in his eyes and Suguru flicks his forehead even though he can’t hide his smile.

“I’m still blaming you for my poor track record with Yaga,” he informs Satoru who really couldn’t care less it seems.

“The old guy deserves it. Running us ragged all the time; the least he can do is wait for us to shower after a mission,” Satoru huffs out and Suguru has to admit that he’s right.

He goes back to carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair again, enjoying the way he goes pliant and soft once more and while Suguru congratulates himself for a job well done on derailing the impending argument, the thought simply won’t leave Suguru’s mind.

Satoru’s an omega, he just knows it, and it doesn’t make any sense at all.

~*~*~

Suguru is unable to shake the knowledge that feels deeply ingrained in him about Satoru now that he said it out loud once and so he decides to prepare. If Satoru thinks he’s going to be an alpha, then he will not be prepared at all when he turns out to be an omega, and one of them has to be.

So Suguru does some research.

He reads every book and report he can find about the presenting of omegas; what to expect, what they need, how to care for them. He takes time after solo missions to ask around, get first hand accounts of other omegas and he meticulously notes everything down, all in the hopes of making it easier on Satoru when he does present.

If it turns out Suguru is wrong and Satoru is indeed an alpha, he’ll burn his notes but Suguru knows it won’t come to this.

He still has absolutely no explanation for how he can be so certain about this, and all of his research hasn’t helped with this. No one has experienced anything similar; sure, there are people who guessed the secondary gender of family members or friends correctly but they all admit that it was just that—a guess.

For Suguru it’s not a guess. He knows.

And it shouldn’t be possible.

He tries not to bring the topic up again with Satoru, not after how he reacted the first time but of course it’s Satoru who can’t shut up about it.

“Hey, Suguru?” Satoru asks, his head dangling off Suguru’s bed as he’s looking at him upside down. “Do you think something will change when I present as an alpha?”

Suguru has to bite back his immediate response to that and he covers it by shaking his head.

“Why would it?”

“I mean—you’re not very territorial, not yet, but isn’t that going to change with another alpha nearby? What if we can’t spend time together like this anymore?”

“You mean, how will you cope if you can’t steal my bed for yourself anymore?” Suguru lightly says and laughs when Satoru sticks his tongue out at him. “It won’t change a single thing, Satoru,” Suguru finally says and goes over to the bed to sit next to it, nudging Satoru’s head with his shoulder so he lifts it up and rests it on Suguru instead of letting it dangle down.

“How can you be so sure?” Satoru asks and Suguru can tell that he’s honestly worried about it.

He doesn’t have to be, of course, because he’s not going to be an alpha, but that’s not something Suguru can say to him and besides. It really doesn’t matter either way.

“Because it’ll still be you and it’ll still be me, no matter what. You could be the most dominant alpha in recent history and it wouldn’t matter to me.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely,” Suguru immediately gives back because he knows it. There is nothing in this world that could change how they are now.

They are Satoru and Suguru and it will always stay like that.

Besides, it’s not as if Suguru has any trouble with his alpha side; he presented so damn early that it’s almost as if he’s always been one and nothing has ever shaken him; no omega, no heat, no other alpha has ever managed to get a reaction out of him, so he doubts Satoru is going to be the first.

“I’ll hold you to that,” Satoru mumbles and turns his head so he can bury his face in Suguru’s hair. “You’re not allowed to let anything change this.”

“If we have to worry about anyone, it’s you,” Suguru gives back. “Who says you’ll be able to tolerate me close to you?”

“I will. No matter what, I will.”

“Exactly,” Suguru agrees because really, Satoru has his answer right there and it seems to be enough because Suguru can spot a smile on Satoru’s face.

“Exactly,” he echoes and then falls silent.

They stay like that until Satoru gets a crick in his neck and Suguru laughs at him.

~*~*~

When Suguru wakes up he is being blanketed by the most comforting, familiar, warm scent he has ever smelled and he allows himself a small smile.

Satoru presented then and he’s an omega, just like Suguru said he’d be.

Suguru doesn’t waste any more time in bed, he gets up and gets himself ready in record time, eager to go see Satoru, maybe tease him with a little ‘I told you so’ before he takes him out for dinner in celebration.

It’s going to be a good day.

At least Suguru thinks it will be, right until he opens his door and comes face to face with a haggard looking Shoko.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asks because her bags are even more pronounced than they were before and she lets out a weary sigh.

“Satoru presented,” she tells him and Suguru frowns.

“Yeah, I can tell. So? Where is he?”

“We had to isolate him,” Shoko says and that doesn’t sound right at all.

“Isolate him? Why?”

“Don’t you smell this? His pheromones are too strong.” She pushes a shaking hand through her hair. “It’s probably because he presented so late. At least two people tried to jump him already. Even I’m being affected.”

That brings Suguru up short.

Shoko is the most unflappable beta he has ever met; she’s able to treat both alpha’s in rut and omega’s in heat without any problem at all. To think that even she’d be affected by Satoru—

“Where is he?” he demands to know again because this can’t be right.

Today should be celebrated. He had a plan.

“We had to lock him up in a basement, near Tengen’s area.”

“You—locked him up?” Suguru breathes out because this is so, so wrong.

Everything he read about omegas presenting indicates they need a pack around, people they trust; to isolate Satoru from everyone at this moment—

“Are you not listening? No one can go near him without losing it! Even now it’s—” She tries to cover her nose and Suguru realises with a start that she’s still being affected, even this far away from Satoru.

“I can,” Suguru confidently says, because Satoru’s scent is only warm and comforting to him.

“Suguru, we have to wait for another omega to arrive. We can’t put anyone in danger, not any of us or Satoru himself. Yaga contacted our sister school. They have an omega there but it will take them a while to get here.”

“I’m not waiting that long. Satoru is not waiting that long,” Suguru tells her because he will not allow Satoru to suffer for a moment longer or have to rely on someone he doesn’t know, doesn’t trust.

That’s simply not happening.

“Suguru, you can’t!”

“Watch me,” he tells her and he doesn’t wait for Shoko’s answer before he leaves.

He doesn’t need her to tell him where to find Satoru; his scent is leading him there and soon enough Suguru stops in front of a door.

“Satoru, it’s me,” he says with a cursory knock before he walks into the room.

Satoru is curled up on the bed, a pillow in his arms and he makes such a picture of misery that Suguru’s heart constricts.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Satoru whispers out, without even lifting his head from the pillow and Suguru sighs silently before he walks over and curls up around Satoru.

“Don’t—” Satoru chokes out, and he tries to get away from Suguru. “You’ll lose it, too,” he miserably adds and Suguru huffs out a laugh.

“I’m not going to lose it, Satoru, don’t be silly,” he gently says and nuzzles the back of Satoru’s neck. “How are you feeling?”

Satoru takes his time answering but Suguru doesn’t push him; he’s more than content to hold him like that and he can tell that it’s helping anyway; Satoru’s pheromones are calming down more and more with every minute they stay like this.

“Is Shoko going to try and knock me out again?” Satoru finally whispers out and Suguru tries to push the spike of anger at that away.

“It’s just the two of us,” he promises Satoru, pulling him even closer. “No one else will come and try to knock you out or otherwise disturb us.”

“How did you—” Satoru clings to Suguru’s arm around him almost painfully “—how did you know?” he asks and Suguru can feel him shudder.

“I don’t know,” Suguru admits and noses at his neck again, trying to calm Satoru down.

Everyone he talked to said it would help, having someone close by, having pack near them, being smothered in physical contact. He’s intent on making this as easy on Satoru as he can.

“I just knew, really. I can’t explain it.”

And it’s not a lie; Suguru has never been able to tell with anyone but Satoru. Since he presented so early, Suguru has watched a fair number of people present and not once did he knew like he did with Satoru.

“And this? How do you know that this is helping?” Satoru whispers and he shudders in Suguru’s arm, though he seems more at ease already.

“I did my research,” Suguru tells him. “I know you only ever read about what to do when you present as an alpha but I tried to cover all the bases; I talked to Shoko to know what to expect in the case you present as a beta and I did my own research on what to do when you present as an omega.”

“Why is it not affecting you? Does that have to do with your research, too?” Satoru asks next and this is something Suguru has no answer for.

“I don’t think so. Shoko usually knows what to do when an omega presents but it’s no help to her. I don’t know why I’m not affected,” he admits but he doesn’t hesitate to nuzzle Satoru again.

He really does smell good, but it’s nothing like what Shoko made it seem like. It’s comfort and warmth and it doesn’t spark a single aggressive or uncontrolled urge in him.

“What do I smell like?” Satoru wants to know and Suguru takes this opportunity to press his face into Satoru’s neck, inhaling deeply.

“Like all of my favourite candies wrapped into one,” he finally says and it makes Satoru huff out a laugh.

“So bitter,” he sums up and Suguru smiles into his skin.

“Not at all. You smell sweet.”

They fall silent after that for a while, Suguru content with holding Satoru like this and Satoru relaxing gradually in his arms and just when Suguru thinks that his pheromones have calmed down a spike of anxiety goes through them.

“What’s wrong?” he wants to know, keeping his voice low, keeping Satoru safe in his arms, so he knows that nothing is going to happen.

“This is going to change everything,” Satoru finally says and it sounds so final that it almost makes Suguru growl.

“It won’t change a thing,” he vehemently gives back. “I already told you; nothing is going to change anything. You’re still Satoru and I’m still Suguru, that won’t ever change.”

“That was when I still thought I’m an alpha,” Satoru weakly replies. “Things are different now.”

“They are not. I’m not affected, and I won’t let it change a single thing.”

“It’s no longer in your hands,” Satoru whispers. “Yaga will already have informed my family.”

“So?”

“You don’t know, because you’re not from one of the great clans but—things are different for us,” Satoru explains and he smells so much like misery that Suguru almost feels sick with it. “I won’t be allowed to stay here. I’m no longer allowed to fight.”

“What the hell, Satoru, what else would they have you do if not what you’re good at?”

“I’m an omega, Suguru. I’m good for breeding and nothing else. Me especially, because of the techniques I inherited. They’ll want me to pass that on to someone who can use them, an alpha or even a beta. Not something like me,” Satoru says, his voice shaking and for a split second, Suguru sees red.

The thought of someone locking Satoru up, denying him what he really wants to do, touching him and laying with him when he doesn’t want it—it makes him want to tear someone apart.

“I’m not going to let them,” he promises and he means it.

No one is going to make Satoru do anything he doesn’t want to, Suguru will make sure of that.

Satoru huffs out a wet laugh as he turns around in Suguru’s arms. He seems surprised by whatever look is still on Suguru’s face and Suguru can tell that he takes a moment to make up his mind before he presses his nose to Suguru’s neck, inhaling deeply.

“Suguru,” Satoru finally mutters. “Am I yours?” he then asks and it feels as if Satoru upended a bucket of cold water over him.

Mate. Of course.

That certainly explains a few things, Suguru thinks, as he tries to wrap his mind around the fact that Satoru is meant to be his, has always been meant to be his. It’s why he instinctively knew his second gender and why he’s not being affected like everyone else.

“You smell like you’re mine,” Satoru goes on, not waiting for a reply, not giving Suguru a chance to digest this. “You smell like all of my favourite things.”

“And you smell like all of mine,” Suguru gives back, because what else is there to say and he can feel Satoru smiling against his skin.

“That’s how you knew I had to be an omega, right?”

“No,” Suguru replies, because if he’s certain about one thing then it’s this. “You would have always been mine, no matter what.”

“Even as an alpha?”

“Yes.” There is no doubt in Suguru’s mind that no matter what Satoru’s second gender is, he’d still feel the same towards him.

For him, it’s always been Satoru, he suddenly realises.

“I love you,” Suguru says and he knows Satoru well enough to know that he’s rolling his eyes.

“Of course you do, my pheromones wouldn’t allow anything else.”

“Not true,” Suguru says and nuzzles the top of Satoru’s head. “I don’t feel any different than last week, or even yesterday. More hungry maybe, thanks to your scent, but otherwise it’s all the same. I have loved you, even before this.”

“Same,” Satoru says, in true Satoru fashion and Suguru laughs, bursting with fondness for the boy in his arms.

“But if we’re mates, then your family can’t take you, right?” Suguru asks after a moment and Satoru tilts his head as if he’s inviting Suguru to bite him.

“They wouldn’t dare,” he agrees and Suguru’s teeth ache with the need to make Satoru his, wholly, completely.

He hesitates, though.

“You sure?” he wants to know, ghosting his lips over Satoru’s scent gland and making him shiver.

“Are you?” Satoru gives right back and boldly licks over the same spot on Suguru’s neck.

It’s an electrifying feeling.

“With you, always,” Suguru promises and the words have barely left his mouth before Satoru sinks his teeth into his neck.

It hurts, for a split second, until Suguru bites Satoru in return, and then there’s only bliss.

Satoru is his. He is Satoru’s. Everything is like it’s meant to be.

[shadowsrulemymind]

Some A/B/O with alpha geto and omega gojo :3

[lemonmaid]

"I'm not okay"

Warnings: car accidents, miscarriages, Omegaverse, Suguru is referred as a Mama, Suguru has trauma in every universe. Suguru is struggling. Male pregnancy, pregnancy

Suguru loved his family and his friends, hell he even hosted weekly get-togethers with his friends. He would cook, clean, make his pups look presentable, and put a smile on his face.

He was the perfect omega.

Well, almost. 

If he was to have a pup, it would be A. A miracle. B. It was very high risk for both him and the pup. 

Not that Suguru didn't already love his adopted pups.

He just wishes he could have a pup.

A newborn. 

Suguru pushed the negative thoughts that plagued his mind, pushing them deep down.

“Mama, look”. Mimiko pointed to the youngest pup Megumi who was struggling to put on his button-up. 

Suguru smiled softly, “I'll be there to help you in a minute megs”

The five-year-old huffed, “Why do we gotta dress up if this is our house”.

Suguru continued braiding Mimiko's hair, “Because it's polite Megs”.

“What's for dinner”.

“It's what you are going to eat”.

The pup whined, “Mammaaa-”.

Satoru walked into the bathroom, “Tsumiki is dressed and Nanako finished her bath”.

“Thank you, Satoru”.

Satoru looked down at Megumi who was struggling, “Do you need help buddy?”.

Megumi huffed, “I don't want your help”.

Satoru clicked his tongue, “Mama won't be here to help you with everything you know”.

“Mama is leaving?” Mimiko cried.

Suguru glared at his mate, giving him a look and saying ‘Fix this’.

“No no no no baby, Mama isn't leaving-”.

Soon Megumi's lip started to wobble.

Suguru sighed, “You two, what Papa meant as an expression. Remember what we said about expressions? Is like saying something you don't mean. Mama Isn't leaving anytime soon”.

Suguru glanced at the clock, while he stirred dinner.

‘if they are coming in 30 minutes, I should have time to get ready’ 

Satoru decided to inform Suguru last minute that this was a business meeting and not a friend get-together like usual.

<an hour ago>

“Suguru please don't kill me”

Suguru stared at the white hair alpha in disbelief, “Are you fucking kidding me Gojo”.

“Listen, I know we usually already have Nanami and his mate Haibara, and technically they are already my coworkers. So adding my boss can't change anything-”

“Saturo fucking Gojo, did you invite your boss to a get-together or a dinner”.

“um… what's the difference?”.

Suguru felt his eyebrow twitch, “Haven't you been trying to get a promotion?”

“Yeah but-”

“Fucking dumbass that's how you, ugh, let me get the kids ready”

<now>

Suguru sighed and pinched his nose. 

“Satoru, can you please watch the stove? I need to get myself ready”

“Yeah of course”.

Suguru looked at himself in the mirror, his hair was a mess, and his sweatshirt was covered in stains from god knows where. Haven't been able to take care of himself since he decided to be a stay-at-home parent.

Not a moment of being alone, it's never quiet, always doing something.

Why did he still feel empty?

Suguru shook his head, undressed himself, and got into the shower. Suguru looked down at his stomach, the scarring, the disfigurement of his skin, every time he looked at himself he wanted to puke, he didn't understand why Satoru still loved him, even if he was defective and-

“Jesus babe, you're stinking up the place”.

Suguru jumped at Satoru's voice, quick to cover himself with the shower curtain.

“Are you okay, babe?”.

Suguru nodded, “I'll just wear a suppressant patch”.

Satoru nodded, “Did you take your meds?”.

Suguru's eye twitched, “Jesus Christ, I am fine”

“I'm just worried-”. 

“Drop it Satoru”.

“Babe-”.

“Satoru.”.

Satoru was quiet, “I just wanted to tell you the kids are ready”.

“thanks”.

“I love you”.

“I know”.

“I hate it when you're like this”.

Suguru sighed and leaned his head against the tile, letting the cold water fall harshly, “I'll be out soon”.

Suguru made his way down the stairs. He was wearing a blue button- up with his shirt tucked in, his hair up in a bun. Exposing his mating mark, a respect thing really, since this would be his first time meeting Satoru's boss.

Megumi crashed into Suguru’s legs, “What's wrong megs?”

“Papa is being mean”.

“I am not! The little brat tried taking off his shirt”.

Suguru sighed, picking up the five-year-old and walking toward the dining room, seeing Tsumiki set up the table.

“Thank you Tsumiki”.

The oldest pup nodded happily, “I even did the kids table!”.

“Wonderful job, sweetie, why don't you get your sisters”.

Tsumiki nodded, finishing up the table and skipping towards the backyard door.

Megumi kept fidgeting in Suguru’s neck, “is everything okay megs?”.

“you smell weird”.

“Mama just took some medicine”.

Megumi kept rubbing Suguru’s scent glands, irritating them to get something out of them. “Megs that hurts Mama, please stop”.

The younger pup growled before being put down at the kids table.

“Satoru is the dinner fine? I'm sure they'll be here any minute-”.

The door buzzed, Nanami's voice echoing throughout the house. Suguru sighed, straighting up his shirt.

Suguru opened the door with a smile, “Nanami and Haibara, welcome”. Nanami gave Suguru a bouquet of flowers and an expensive wine.

The two smiled as they walked in, a little girl in Haibara's arms waved at Suguru,

“Welcome back, Nobara. Megumi is in the dining room”.

Nobara nodded before wiggling her body out of her father's arms and jumping onto the floor and rushing to the backyard instead to hang out with the other girls.

Satoru joined Suguru's side, “Nanami! Welcome back! Its been so long-”

Nanami sighed, “Gojo, it has only been four hours since we left the office”.

A tiny knock interrupted the four.

Suguru walked towards the door, opening gently.

A little boy, with pinkish hair grinned up towards the older omega, struggling to hold a comically overly large fruit basket.

“Big brother! I did it! They opened the door!” he huffed.

A tall intimidating alpha walked up the steps towards the door, almost an exact copy of the pup in front of Suguru.

“Did you give them the thank you gift”.

“Oops!”. The little boy raised the basket over his head, trying to reach Suguru’s hands before bowing his head, “Thank you for having us!!”.

Suguru laughed softly, “thank you so much young man, what's your name?”.

“Yuji Ryomen!!”.

“Well thank you for the lovely fruit basket Ryo-”.

Satoru spawned next to Suguru, staring down the alpha in front of him.

“Sukuna”.

“Gojo”.

Suguru pushed Satoru away, “Come inside Ryomen”.

Sukuna chuckled, “don't call me that, that was the old man's title, Sukuna is fine”.

Suguru smiled, “Welcome Sukuna”.

All the adults sat at the table awkwardly, meanwhile all the noise came from the kids table, shrieks and squeals and pleading glaces from Tsumiki begging to let her sit at the adult table just this once.

“So, Sukuna. Are you Satoru's boss?”.

Sukuna laughed, “I wish, then I would keep him away from me. No no, I'm just Gojo's and Kentos’s project director for this quarter”.

Haibara smiled, “Yeah, Nanami was telling me about the new project! The new product sounds like a great idea! I'm hoping my team in the graphic design department could be in charge of the logo! But Mei Mei from accounting said it's a small chance considering the cost of labor”.

Suguru smiled, reminiscing his days in the office, slowly climbing the corporate ladder before the-.

“So Satoru, I'm glad that there are more of you. I was worried that I was going to see kids with white hair everywhere in this house”.

Suguru felt a pang in his chest, making a small glance towards Satoru.

“Oh, yeah. Definitely not, I don't think Suguru would be able to handle another me, let alone another baby”. Satoru took a sip from his wine, “Wow this is great stuff Nanami, where did you get this again?”

“Well. Me and Haibara-”

Suguru felt his chest ache, his mind clouded. He tried to remember breathing exercises his therapist taught him.

All he could think about is the accident, the hospital, the miscarriages, the doctor offices-

“Mama!!! Megumi is being gross!”.

Suguru smiled, “excuse me-”.

Suguru picked up the boy and took him to the bathroom. “Megs how do you always stain your good shirts?”.

Megumi shrugged, “Mama you smell sad”.

Suguru did not make eye contact with the boy, instead focusing hard on the stain, “Mama is a little bit sad”.

“I'm sorry mama”.

“No you didn't do anything wrong baby”.

“I wanna sleep”.

Suguru raised an eyebrow, looking at the boy and looking at the clock. “are you sure? It's only 7 on a Friday baby”.

Megumi wrapped his small arms around Suguru’s neck. “I wanna sleep with you mama”.

Suguru felt tears in his eyes, “Okay baby”.

Suguru got Megumi tuck in the nursery shared nest, before he laid down shooting a text to Satoru letting him know that he was putting the pup to sleep.

“mama?”

“yes baby?”

“ I love you”

“I love you too sweetie”.

The two doze off in the comfort of the scents of their shared family nest.

Satoru just finished getting the other pups to bed, glancing at the clock seeing it was 10 pm, sighing as he collected the dishes and bringing them into the kitchen.

“Satoru?”.

Satoru jumped at Suguru’s voice, “Jesus mega, don't scare me like that”.

“How was the rest of dinner?”.

“it was good, there was an emergency at the office so Sukuna and Nanami had to leave early. Haibara took Nobara home and I offered to take Yuji for the night. He's in the guest room”.

Suguru nodded, “Satoru, did you really mean what you said at dinner? You didn't want to have a baby with me?”.

Satoru stopped what he was doing. Looking at Suguru wide eye , “Listen that's not what I meant".

Suguru crossed his arms, "Okay, so what did you mean by that?"

Satoru was quiet. It was a very awkward pause.

"No, because please explain, 'No I don't think I could ever have a baby with Suguru' because out of context it's very hurtful".

Satoru pushed his hair back, "I didn't mean it like that, I meant it in a way as if we already have four kids and that's not what I said fully, I said it as like-”.

Suguru fought back his tears, "You know I'm more willing to have a baby, you know how I feel about wanting a baby. I don't like it when you just decide things for me".

"..mega..".

Suguru let out a soft gasp and silent tears, emotions that came out in a huge wave giving Suguru the ability to finally release his emotions.

Satoru hugged Suguru waist, being careful to touch his stomach.

“I want a baby Satoru”.

“I know”.

“Why did it have to happen to me?”.

“I don't know”.

“It's not fair”.

“I know”.

<eight years ago>

Suguru just finished his 10 hour shift at the office, sighing, glancing at his watch.

11: 46 pm.

‘The trains just stopped a few hours ago, it would be a 20 minute walk… I could call Satoru to pick me up, but he's probably asleep’. Suguru didn't want to bother his mate, especially when they were on different sleep schedules at the moment.

Not to mention the wedding planning and their private mating ceremony afterward. So their stress levels are both high at the moment.

Suguru decided to bite the bullet and walk home.

Fifteen minutes in he got a call from Satoru.

“Mega, where are you?”.

“I'm almost home, just decided to go sight seeing”.

“Idiot, I could've come grabbed you”.

“It's fine Satoru”.

A loud honking broke Suguru away from his conversation, beaming headlights blinded Suguru.

“Suguru?” 

It was so fast.

Suguru couldn't breathe. He was trapped between a car and a wall. He couldn't hear due to the driver's head being stuck on the horn of the car.

He couldn't feel below his legs, his waist completely crushed.

He couldn't breathe or speak, only gasped.

Suguru woke up in the hospital, unable to move, feeling metal rods keeping his body still.

He remembers the doctor, how the doctor praised that it was miracle if he could walk. But his uterus was completely damaged, along with his pelvis.

He never felt more pathetic.

<six years ago>

Suguru thought it was a miracle.

Staring at the positive pregnancy test.

He felt hot tears stream down his face, he finally thought that maybe he wasn't so down on his luck. 

Maybe he was a worthy omega.

Maybe he wasn't a defect.

But God decided to play a cruel joke.

A miscarriage before he could be eight weeks.

That's when he dropped. That was a final straw that was the one that made him drop into an omega depression.

<now>

Now, Suguru felt pathetic because his own alpha didn't believe in him.

Or according to his own feelings.

Suguru collapsed onto the floor, letting out his emotions that had been bottling up for the past few weeks. Satoru was quick to join him onto the floor, cradling the omega.

“Sh sh sh sh, baby, it's okay let it out”.

“It's not okay-”

Satoru rubbed Suguru's hair, “yes it is”.

Satoru felt helpless, he felt like he has done everything he could to do help Suguru "Suguru... baby.... mega.... i need you to start focusing on the good. Like what your therapists said. Think about it. You have four wonderful pups, we adopted three years ago, who all adore you.... we don't need our own to make us happy".

Suguru cried, "I just feel... empty....".

Satoru, rocked Suguru, "shhh I know, i know".

"I want to stop feeling like this Satoru".

A/N

I hope yall enjoyed 2k words, I hope that makes up for my absence! Also, I almost ended with Suguru getting a lobotomy, but like, I didn't know how to healthy end this, so crying on the floor ending done

[specialgradefckr]

Heatwave: Day 8

tw: explicit content, yandere. 3k words. Geto/Reader. omega!reader, alpha!geto. yandere!geto, captivity, 0 fucking boundaries oh my god, EXTREMELY controlling behavior, public sex but is it public if they're just monkeys? geto says no

Prompt: Omegas kept in chastity cages so their pleasure belongs only to others.

So now you’re locked in a chastity cage.

You know the purpose of it. You don’t bother listening to Geto’s prattling, what he says the purpose of it is.

If you have to sit through more of the cult leader theatrics he so easily falls into, you might actually start screaming at him.

He’s doing it to humiliate you, and it’s working. He wants you to know that not only can you not cum without permission – you have to ask to touch yourself in the first place.

You have to go to him and confess your desires, instead of rubbing one out in some secret moment you can steal away from his prying gaze.

It’s even more humiliating that you now need to ask him to unlock you every time you want to use the restroom.

Were he not aware that it would send you into complete hysterics, Geto would probably follow you into the bathroom and wipe you afterwards, too.

And it’s not even that he doesn’t want you to go into hysterics. Geto, you’ve started to learn, loves you like that, especially.

Terrified, panting and panicked, tears of fury and anguish blotting your vision. Leaking pheromones that beg for him to comfort you, reassure you. The scent of your desperation flitting through his senses.

You think he’s saving it, like a little treat for himself when he has a bad day.

Portioning off the pieces of your sanity into bite sized snacks for him to indulge in at his leisure.

This is the next bite, it seems.

It’s his eyes that give him away. Dark and violet, dilating as you unwillingly scent the air with your arousal. 

“I just want to make sure you’re coming to me when you need something,” He purrs with too much satisfaction to be innocent, “You’re my omega. It’s my duty as an alpha to take care of your needs… and you’re so quiet about these things sometimes. This will help you learn to rely on me.”

Geto says it, like he’ll unlock you if only you ask. Like you’re being stubborn, and an easy climax is only a request away.

And you’re sure it will be, the first time. Maybe even the second, and the third. Perhaps fourth, too, if he’s being generous.

But Geto is a greedy little thing to his core. Never matter what you concede to him in the moment, no matter how satisfied he is, he’ll always be back for more, eventually. More of your submission, more of your pleasure at his hands, more of you.

He’ll drink it all up and set his empty cup in front of you, waiting patiently for you to pour out every last drop of your soul for him to savor.

All your struggles are in vain, of course, as they always are with Geto. He always wins. It’s like a compulsion – he can’t resist the urge to smother you every time he sees you.

When you give in for the first time it doesn’t feel relieving. All the pent up lust and desire; Geto had stoked it gleefully, not with any touches, but just with his presence as an alpha.

The broad, well-muscled figure he takes absolutely no shame in baring to you in nothing but a towel, pheromones that ooze off of him because your presence arouses him, the subtle bulge expertly hidden by his robes, which he makes no secret of when he pulls you into his lap.

The scent of him in your shared bed that accompanies you to sleep. A startlingly chaste embrace, his handsome face nuzzling into your neck, breathing you in like your scent is his air.

You’d never wanted to touch yourself so bad until he’d so blatantly removed the option. Never been so desperately ashamed of it before now.

When you do give in, it’s with the knowledge that you were always going to. And you’ll do it again, no matter how much you hate it.

But Geto doesn’t even let you hate it. Doesn’t let you pretend he’s just doing it all for himself (he is, he is, he is). Always acts like he's doing you a favor, like all you have to do is ask. All your struggles are by your own design, to hear him tell it.

It feels like the beginning of a long battle you never wanted to fight in the first place. You want out of the battlefield, out of the war. You’re trapped in the trenches with only Geto to guide you – and he only wants to pull you further in.

And he’s good at it. Too good at it. Asking you which way you think is out, letting you think it’s all your idea, ever-smiling and confident in the knowledge that all your turns will lead to him eventually.

The first time you give in, he’s almost giddy with self-righteousness. You almost expect him to push you down or bend you over, but instead he smiles kindly as he unlocks the belt and pulls the cage off you. Carefully catching it in his hands when it falls free, because god forbid you go without it for too long.

“Would you like to do it yourself?” He purrs, with barely contained excitement, “Or would you like me to help?”

You’d like him to leave the room so you could take care of it yourself. But you already know what he’ll say to that. He barely lets you use the restroom alone.

“I can do it myself,” You mutter, sitting on the edge of the bed while he nods indulgently. His smile is awful and wide. You have to look away from it.

His pheromones pick up, too, predictably, at the sight of you sitting, legs spread, cunt wide open.

Geto had graciously allowed you to choose whether or not to wear underwear over the cage, and you hadn’t seen much point in an extra step every time you begged him for a bathroom break.

You don’t meet his eyes. You stare at the floor as you spread yourself with your fingers, tracing and teasing at your entrance while you rub over your clit.

It’s laughable, how easy you are, now. How much you shiver at the lightest touch. The understimulation has you twitching, flinching away from the contact, dipping your fingers into your slick before you go back to rubbing over the hood of your clit. Rocking your hips to get the gentler, indirect stimulation just right –

“There, there,” The sound comes from across the room, “That’s just it. Would you like me to hold your legs for you?”

Almost on cue, as if your body is conspiring against you, your legs jerk as if trying to shut against the sudden, blinding contact.

(More likely, he’d simply noticed your urges before you had. You’re not sure which is worse.)  

You bite your lip, “It’s just – it’s just been a while, I’m fine.”  The last words come out petulant, demanding, but Geto lets you have it.

A few minutes in, still experimentally rubbing over your clit, alongside it, plunging your fingers in (shorter, smaller, not like his large hands), you are fighting the part of yourself that wants Geto to really let you have it.

This is harder, much harder than you’d thought it would be, especially because of the audience. Being watched is the opposite of arousing for you, even though your stupid omega biology is trilling at the presence of an alpha.

You must smell delicious right about now. He’s probably salivating at the thought of your taste. Ready and willing to run that hot tongue all over your cunt, gliding perfectly right where you need it, soft and slick and squishy and just enough to get you there, it always was.

Oh, he knows, too. You can feel him, even without looking, shifting his weight with an eagerness, crossing and uncrossing his arms with restless arousal. He’d been aroused before, you could smell that, but now you can smell him getting hard.

It wouldn’t be strange. You’re masturbating in front of him. This would actually be one of the most normal things he’d done –

Except you know it’s not your failed attempts at fingering yourself that’s doing it for him.

It’s that you’re failing.

It’s that you need – that you could use his help, that you know he is there, that he can smell you getting more and more frustrated as you shiver and scoot and impatiently rub yourself into painful overstimulation.

Geto knows he could do better. He knows you’re choosing to stumble helplessly over your own pleasure rather than ask him to help you. Like you’re bad at this, rather than your movements being awkward and rushed because you have an unwanted audience.

When you finally manage – after far too long – to wrench yourself to the edge in scathing, dogged strokes, the climax is almost as painful as it is pleasurable. Your clit burns and buzzes as the orgasm washes over you, and your real relief is that it’s finally over.

Surprisingly, this does very little to amend your sexual frustration as a whole.

Every time, Geto does this. He watches. He won’t leave you alone. Inching closer and closer while he watches.

Sometimes he touches himself in tandem. Gives you low growls and purrs of approval when you find a spot and rhythm that works for you, a shameful trickle of heat dripping through you at the noise. Lifting you ever closer –

But he doesn’t actually “help”. Doesn’t touch you. And that’s starting to get to you, too, you can tell.

The scent of him, the one that he makes when his eyes are wide and dilated at the scent, when the throbbing between your legs becomes so uncomfortable, the heat under your skin so insistent that it’s worth it to you to ask him again, just to get rid of the infuriating urge.

Whenever he pulls off the cage you can feel your cunt pulsing already, slicking up for the inevitable in anticipation.

He has you trained like a dog, and you’re sure he knows it, too. You’re sure it turns him on.

Your heat is coming up and you know it’s just a matter of time. You won’t be able to do it alone, you won’t even be able to want to do it alone.

You’ll want him, Geto, your alpha by your side, you’ll cry and whine and beg for him and he knows it, too. You’ll feel like you’re dying whenever he’s not touching you.

Like a fever, it builds deep inside you. It has you squirming from side to side, fidgeting, crossing and uncrossing your legs to relieve some of the building ache between your legs. The cage prevents all but the most basic stimulation, pressure getting through, but little else.

And it’s worse than nothing getting through. Because if you cross your legs just tight enough, there’s a pleasant little squeeze.

If you sit back on your heel the right way it presses down, but it’s not enough.

It could never be enough; that was the point.

All it was ever going to do was get you more worked up.

An arm around your waist, pulling you against Geto’s side, shushing and holding you still like a wriggling kitten.

That’s how he always makes you feel; it’s effortless for him to take hold of you, move you, throw or pin you with just one arm. There’s no concern on his part over how much you struggle; rather, how to still that struggling without hurting you too much.

And it plays to your instincts, too. There’s a terrible, primal allure to an alpha who is strong enough to subdue you with brutal efficiency, but chooses to do so delicately, with your comfort in mind if not your consent.

He makes rules for you and he keeps to them, a reliable mate that sings to your desire to be kept, held, protected.

Your alpha will take care of you, whether you want it or not. He’ll know what you need, when you need it, and he’ll make sure you get it always. Nothing can go wrong because he won’t let it.

He’ll never get angry with you, never get tired or bored. The alpha of every omega’s dreams; calm and powerful and always acting in your best interests.

And even when you hold yourself back, even when you resist, you can’t control what happens after. How he coos over you, tells you what a good job you’ve done.

Petting your hair, holding your exhausted body close while he lines the cage up with your poor, swollen cunt and locks you back in.

Why are you struggling? Why do you make yourself suffer?

You know you're truly gone when you start asking yourself the same questions he does.

Giving in to him is as easy as breathing.

Your heat is coming on anyways. You’ll surrender so much more when all you can think about is getting his knot in your cunt and keeping in there.

What’s a little piece now? What’s an appetizer, a tiny bite stinging at your pride, when soon you’ll be begging and mewling for him shamelessly, desperately?

It feels so easy, so right, to just nod quietly, red-faced, and let his smile grow even wider as he descends upon you like a starving wolf upon a lamb.

And it’s relieving. Letting him do it, take control.

Geto is so good at it, fingers quick on your cunt, your clit, his clever tongue and wide lips mouthing over you with the certainty he has in every word he speaks.

Even as raw as it is, your cunt slicks up under his touch, the oversensitive buzz deepening to an electric tingle that has you shaking down to your bones.

You gasp and weep and one of his huge hands finds your hair while the other slips into your cunt. It’s been ages since you’ve been fucked but you open up so easy for him, his scent permeating the air,  

And once he’s made you cum once, wringing it out of you after “All that time you spent getting yourself worked up, wasn’t is so much easier to let me do it?”, Geto doesn’t stop there.

No. He has to be intimate, has to be affectionate. He settles you against him in a facsimile of love, while your body is still lax and pliable, while the airy pleasure is still bubbling through your veins.

When you’re like that, happy and fuzzy and limp in his arms, he purrs his smug questions in your ear:

“Mmmh, so cute, do you want another one? Mouth or hands this time?”

“There, there. Doesn’t that feel good? Your alpha makes you feel so good, don’t you? Sweet little omega.”

“You know how much I love you, don’t you? You feel it right now. Say it for me.”

With his hands caressing you there isn’t even a thought of resistance, denial. You follow along with the sweet, low voice that always makes you feel good.

“I know you love me, Geto.”

“Suguru." He corrects, "Suguru loves you, your alpha. And how do you know I love you, my darling?”

“Hhhh…” You drift off, his long fingers driving into the knots of your shoulders, working you even looser, “Because… you make me feel so good… Suguru…”

“Mmmm…” The purr he makes of satisfaction radiates through you, and it’s all just warm, fuzzy bliss to your helpless omega brain, “Don’t I always? I take such good care of you, don’t I, darling?”

“Yes,” You agree, tilting your head back for him to kiss, nip at it, “You always take care of me. My alpha, the best alpha…”

“Oh? What a good, sweet little thing you are. You want to cum again before I put it back on? Since you’ve been such a good omega.”

And you like to think that it’s just the happy hormones of your climax, just the irrepressible pheromones that hook into your dopamine receptors and tug your brain inside out for him to pick apart.

But the truth is, Geto knows you. He’s always known you, so, so well. And even if you think this is surrender, you know he can do so much worse.

It’s worse, now, with him growing bolder. Sitting you on his lap to listen to hapless followers prostrating and sniveling before Geto.

He smiles, nods, an expression of vacant amusement drifting over his face.

The picture of casual control, an easy kind of power that doesn’t need to be projected. If Geto merely gazes in a certain direction, all attention in the room will soon follow.

His entire body, his pheromones, the arm he warps around you to hold you into his lap, it all screams alpha.

And you feel it, you feel it, it’s coming on and you can’t help it. You know he must have smelled it on you, Geto knew your heat was coming, so –

Burning burning, the heat sears you from underneath your skin. It’s like your whole cunt is throbbing where it’s confined, aching and empty.

So it was all right, then, he must have been expecting –

“G-Geto,” His name comes out as a soft, warbling sound.

The arm around your waist gives a tight pinch and a click of his tongue.

A whimper. “Suguru…” Pitiful, pouty, that’s what you’ve been reduced to. You’re almost as pathetic as the people bowing before him. He respects you just as much, you’re sure.

“What is it, my dear?” He hums, but he knows, he already knows. His hand is reaching under, around your waistband, toying with the belt.

Geto knows what you want. But it pleases him, always, to make you ask.

You feel eyes on you, so many of them. Silence in the air as everyone listens. To Geto, the room may as well be empty, which is why he didn’t care if you were in heat when you brought him here.

It’s wet, now, dripping out between the very edge of the chastity cage, leaking on the inside of your thighs.

You think he can smell it. You think you know exactly the face he’s making, the terrible smirk. But more than that, you smell it, him growing hard against you, his pleasure and excitement tinging the air.

Any other moment, you’d love to deny him. Yank this out from under his nose. But his hands against you sear, they’re so wide and grasping and you want want want –

“Suguru, I’m,” you pant, open-mouthed, to feverish to even be ashamed of how you rub yourself against him, “I’m, I need you to, let, hhhh, let me, out… let me out, Suguru…”

“Mmmn?” It’s his dark eyes on you now, a weight that finally makes a difference. “Do you need help?”

There’s hunger in those eyes. Teeth in that smile. Eager for this latest, delectable bite.

And the worst part? You don’t even care.

You just want to cum.

“Please.”

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Oh lovely people of tumblr~

I once again require ur fic assistance.

Aight I'm like 70% sure it was jjk omegaverse, omega satoru (but he also could've just been... like that... six eyes bs or what not... ANYWAYS)

Important part's the "plot". So if it wasn't omegaverse I cant fuckin remember y but for some reason Gojo couldn't sleep or he'd like panic or smth and the only thing to get him down was like to scruff him (is that the word? i dont fuckin remember. they do like a neck thing) Now Suguru didn't like doing it but he realized it helped him so he was like fuck it we ball u know?

Idk bro i read like 50 fics that night and they all kinda blended together. Also im mid allnighter and delirious on sugar rn. But if that made any sense and u know it, I will be forever grateful to u and i will love you platonically (haha jk unless...) pls and thank u🙏