He/him
You got yourself into this mess. I may have written this filth but it is you who wades within the sludge. Now get in the car we're taking a roadtrip to hell
Omegaverse Sideblog. Where all of the filth my mind comes up with goes. I'm not apologising, we're both in the same car going at mach fuck towards hell
Things will be tagged. Appropriately .
I focus on
Hawks, and a few others from MHA. Mainly Hawks.
Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Shoko Ieiri - Just a lot of people from JJK, really, but those 3 most likely
I'll write them in all dynamics. So there'll be the same character with different secondary genders (Alpha, beta and omega)
Asks are also open
I do x male readers, x gn readers, and x female readers
Anon is on!
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α!Reader x Ω!Hawks
Reader is implied to have a dick
DNI if you do not want to interact with Sexual content.
Thinking about Hawks - Keigo - who foregoes all shame in a committed relationship, after he's finally marked. Gone is the bashful, somewhat-nervous man, replaced by a slightly less bashful, shameless Keigo.
By that I mean he has no problem asking for what he wants. And he knows he'll get it - your cock deep in his guts, your knot locking him up during your rut, forcing proximity for the next hour or so that he can't quite shake off adoring.
Something about this Omega, so suave and charming publicly, shamelessly nuzzling into your neck with a breathy, "gimme? C'monnnn, hummingbird, I've been good, haven't I?"
Keigo whose lidded, mischievous gaze always gets him what he wants. You. In him. Around him. Keeping him safe and warm in the aftermath, soothing his soft little instincts with gentle nuzzles and soft kisses and a contented, rolling purr.
You offered the best smile you could in your case- one that was equal parts wary, equal parts apologetic, and equal parts terrified. You rocked back and forth on your feet, nursing the gash that had ceased bleeding not long ago on your arm.
Shoko stared, entirely deadpan, at you for a very long time.
As resident and only medical staff of the school, your mate had a lot on her plate. She usually took it in stride (even if it disgruntled you to all hell when she didn't sleep enough), hanging out in the sterile white walls of her lab.
Truly, Shoko rarely showed emotion outside of nonchalance, mild apathy and teasing. But you? You were the sole person exposed to a variety of emotions you could pick up in a blink.
She trusted you like that.
However, what she didn't trust you with was-
"I'm going to start forcing you to heal on your own. How do you always come back with an injury?" Exasperated and disgruntled, perhaps hiding concern that lurked beneath the surface emotions, she grasped hand in her own. A firm tug exposed the flesh wound on your arm, the smile on your face turning more sheepish.
"It just - happens?"
"Does it now?" Her brown hair, a colour you'd liken to maple brown- the sort of hue that spilled over her shoulders, messy despite her cleanliness- caught the bright LED lights as she leaned closer.
You inhaled softly as the tingly sensation of her RCT smoothed over your arm like a balm, knitting together the wound.
"Idiot." Shoko snorted, shaking her head and pulling back only to bonk you on the head with the side of her hand, "stop getting damaged."
"But then I won't get to see you as much." You tilted your head, a small trace of a smile on your face when she met you with a carefully neutral expression.
A long silence enveloped you both, her subtle scent of mint, coffee and smokes reaching your senses. Sharp with hidden irritation, but smokey with exasperation and begrudging affection.
"... how the fuck did I end up with an alpha like you."
Ω!Satoru Gojo x α!Reader
Timeframe: Student Days (Post-Geto)
SFW
Moonlight spilled through the open curtains, cascading in gentle waves over the thick blankets that surrounded you both. Satoru's face was buried in your neck, his warm breath ghosting over your skin with each exhale.
Sleep had evaded the both of you after Satoru had returned from a particularly grueling mission, unwilling to speak about it but wanting to lose himself in your scent. Your warmth.
Yaga would have a field day if he knew the two of you were back in each other's rooms - something that had been strictly against the rules for a long time. But ever since Suguru vanished, Satoru had clung to your side like he couldn't bear to be without you.
"Stop thinking," The voice has a pout to it, silvery white catching the light as he grumbled and nestled closer. His pheromones, his scent, wafted through the air, mingling with yours in an intimate dance.
"It's hard not to," You returned easily, a smile in your own tone. The weight of half of his body over your chest shifted with a little, contented huff, as Satoru pressed himself closer. As if he could truly merge part of him with you, as if that was truly what he desired.
Cute, really, how limitless parted like water beneath your touch.
"But you have meeee," Satoru whined, nipping lightly at your shoulder, "why do you need thoughts when I'm here."
A laugh escaped you, not entirely unexpected but welcome. You turned slightly, the mattress dipping with the change, only to press a kiss to Satoru's forehead. You let his scent of ozone and something sweeter and more earthy fill your senses, sighing contentedly.
It had changed since that fight with Toji. The ozone had been a new addition, but readily accepted.
"What if I was thinking of you?" You retorted, a playful grin on your face despite the drooping of your eyes.
Just - ough. β!Suguru x α!Reader NSFW beneath the cut
(Beta!Suguru x Alpha!Reader)
Ignore the mid quality I just needed this OUT of my HEAD
"Love, love, love please-" Suguru's breathless, a sheen of sweat over his body as he squirms beneath you. His head is buried within the depths of the pillow he'd grabbed earlier on, containing traces of the tears you'd squeezed out of him.
Really. Really cute. Your instincts cooed.
"Just a little more," You found yourself breathing into his neck, peppering kisses over his nape where you craved to bite down and leave a mark.
It wouldn't stick, but your instincts didn't care about that.
"You've had more," His tone carries a hint of a laugh, but it comes out as more of a whine when you hit his abused prostate juuust right.
You pulled back, dragging yourself out of his walls with a horridly lewd slick from the lube you'd used, only to flip him over to face you. He sunk back into the cushy blankets, which molded around his sweaty, spent body.
His browny-lavender eyes reflected yours, and you were sliding back into him with a groan. Suguru choked on a moan, his arms sliding around your shoulders to pull you closer to him.
Your nose nuzzled against his, both of you tired and sweaty and frankly gross. The air was filled with the smell of sex and your pheromones, let loose only for him.
"Pretty." You remarked lovingly, wiping Suguru's sweat-laden stygian black hair out of his face.
"Menace," He retorted, a grin on his face before his lips slid against yours, adoring and content. You returned it with a happy hum, pulling him all the more closer.
Also known as my headcanons for how this world works
JJK Edition
Omegas aren't weak.
Yes they're technically lower class, but they're not inherently weaker than Alphas or Betas. They aren't regarded as highly in society because of their heats and inherently more submissive instincts, but they are just as strong as everyone else has the potential to be.
More powerful the cursed energy, the more powerful the scent.
Someone like Ryomen Sukuna would have an overpowering scent - Satoru Gojo would suppress his naturally, with the aid of limitless, yet whenever it slips in battle it's sharp and kind of ozone-like. Very strong, very clear, like him shouting out that he's there, and he's pissed.
Nesting habits.
It's not uncommon for unmated Omegas to constantly have a nest, as their own kind of security. When they're mated, that nest transitions from their room to - most commonly - their mate's room. Gives them easier access to their mates things.
Some Omegas will choose to have a nest that has their close friends' clothes in it. Most common in Omegas that have no intent to have a mate, are aromantic and mate-repulsed, or simply just want to know that their companions would keep them safe as well.
Heats and Ruts.
An Omega's heat makes them objectively nicer smelling, as they release the pheromones that basically scream they're ready to be mated. However, it isn't usually debilitating for the Omega unless in the stage where they have a mate. Then suppressants don't really... help enough
Alphas aren't senseless during their Ruts. Yes, the temptation is there, but it's more like being incredibly overly sexually frustrated. Yes they want it bad, no they're not entirely lost to their instincts... unless their mate has given them the go-ahead.
Marking
Betas can't technically mark the same way Alphas can, and can't technically be marked. But they're still capable of biting and scenting, so most Omegas or Alphas will understand that and not push their luck.
Alphas can mark, as is expected. It's usually a bite to the nape, but it can also be a bite to the ear (more common to see on Alpha x Beta pairings). It's a lingering thing that can only be removed by an Alpha - or under a very specific set of circumstances, an Omega.
Omegas mark their mates usually with bites to the shoulder. They also linger, especially on Alphas, and can also be done as a method of final-stage courting.
Gojo Satoru, who is, undoubtedly, an omega. A dominant omega, sure, but still an omega.
One who likes to flaunt his status, finding pleasure in being The Strongest while also holding the title of one of the most looked-down-on part of society.
And also, simultaneously, one that cannot work whenever he hits his pre-heat - ever since meeting you, that is.
He'd never imagined himself to have a lover, really. It wasn't on his things he'd expected in his life - maybe because he had it hammered into him from the very first time he manifested as an omega.
"You can't take a mate. It's a disgrace enough that Six Eyes is an Omega."
Well. Satoru had never been a fan of following rules.
Pre-heat Satoru is a menace. A very clingy menace, no matter how many suppressants he's tried to take to keep himself in control. He always ends up clinging to you, burying his face in your neck with a soft little contented hum, pouting if you ever try to remove him.
His nest was in your room, made out of your blankets and your clothes. He's constantly stealing your things, will wash his hair in whatever smell is closest to your scent, and will whine pathetically if he's told to go on a mission.
... which never works, by the way. After the first time they sent him out on a mission and he didn't do anything but sit there and pout until someone came to finish his job. (It was a relatively low-grade curse anyway, and the Veil he'd dropped kept it from escaping so really it wasn't that risky.)
He wants you, damn it. And fuck anyone else who tries to drag him away from you. What are they going to do, punish him? Good luck.
