Alpha!Toji who just lost the love of his life, widowed to raise his son on his own.
Alpha!Toji who goes back to the Zen'in clan to give his son some semblence of a future.
Alpha!Toji who becomes the clan leader after killing a majority of the Zen'in elders.
Alpha!Toji who is gifted an omega from an unknown sponsor.
Alpha!Toji who wants nothing to do with an omega, who is still greiving his late wife.
Alpha!Toji who ignores the omega. They must be on heat supressents since they don't go into heat.
Alpha!Toji who is awoken by the cries of his todler son in the middle of the night. He sees the omega-- his omega-- furiously rubbing at their neck to scent Megumi's blanket.
Alpha!Toji who suspects his omega's dark past after seeing the brutilization of thier scent gland.
The first time his omega speaks to him directly is to ask for him to scent the blanket. The combined scent of the omega and Toji sooth the small child back to sleep.
Alpha!Toji who keeps an eye on his omega and continues to dig into their past, to no relief. They just appeared.
Alpha!Toji who hosts a meeting to all of the major clans to meet and respect his son. An unexpected guest arrives, one from his omega's past.
Alpha!Toji who is forced to mark his omega in order to save her life.
Alpha!Toji and his omega who learn to love. One learns for the first time, the other has to learn again.
OR alpha!gojo and alpha!geto are clearly interested—borderline obsessed—but you’re not about to give in that easily, duh
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♯ pairing: gojo/reader/geto
♯ content: +18, omegaverse, not canon compliant, canon typical violence, love triangle, pining, forced proximity, reader (omega) is a sorcercer, toxic vibes, plenty of angst and fluff, eventual smut. . .
♯ a/n: the story feels familiar? it may be.
CHAPTER ONE.
“Are you really an alpha,” you shot back, “or just annoying like that?”
Transferring from Kyoto to Tokyo in your third year was never something you had imagined for yourself—certainly not something you wanted to do.
As the train rattled forward, your gaze remained fixed on the rain-streaked window, though you barely registered the scenery rushing past. The world outside was a watercolor of gray skies and blurred silhouettes, washed together by the relentless drizzle. It was early morning, yet the clouds hung low and heavy, smothering the horizon.
You watched a pair of raindrops race down the glass.
At first they zigzagged separately, weaving around one another. One seemed to gain speed, slipping lower while the other lagged behind. Then a third joined them, spiraling into their path. The three droplets twisted and collided, trying to avoid one another before finally merging into a single stream that disappeared over the edge of the window.
You sighed and the moment your attention drifted from the glass, settling on your lap, thoughts you had been trying to ignore all morning returned; no matter how many times you shoved them aside, they crept back in like poisonous ivy, winding through every corner of your mind and sinking their roots deeper.
In hindsight, you should have noticed something was happening a month ago. The signs had been there: the hushed conversations that stopped when you approached, the strange looks, and the sudden increase in assignments, training exercises, and missions. At the time, you'd assumed your teachers were simply pushing you harder. Eventually, you realized it was a test—and you passed.
The transfer notice arrived without ceremony. Not as a discussion, not as a request—a statement.
You were being transferred to Tokyo Jujutsu High.
You had only recently begun to think of Kyoto as home. The idea of leaving behind everything familiar twisted uncomfortably inside your chest. Yet arguing would have accomplished nothing. Orders like this came from people whose authority dwarfed your own. So, you hadn't protested and just tried to accept it.
You weren't in a position to demand explanations.
You certainly weren't in a position to refuse.
Either way, you kept reminding yourself, there were only two years left; twenty-four months.
You repeated the number like a mantra.
You could survive twenty-four months.
Adjusting would be difficult at first. Everything would be unfamiliar—the campus, the city, the people. Eventually, though, routine would settle in. Missions would pile up. Assignments would demand your attention.
Time would pass.
You were already halfway through your education. You hadn't come this far just to quit now, and quitting would have been the only way to avoid the transfer. That wasn't an option.
You intended to graduate.
You intended to become a full-fledged jujutsu sorcerer.
This transfer was nothing more than another obstacle standing between you and that goal.
At least, that was what you kept telling yourself.
You had never actually visited Tokyo Jujutsu High before, but you knew enough about it. That was unavoidable when you attended its sister school.
Despite serving the same purpose, Kyoto and Tokyo operated very differently. While Kyoto primarily trained omegas, Tokyo was known for its alpha students. Betas could attend either institution and often acted as a bridge between the two groups, though most eventually enrolled in Kyoto.
The separation wasn't tradition. It wasn't some outdated custom preserved out of habit. It was control—a deliberate system designed to force young sorcerers to prioritize discipline over instinct.
Personally, you preferred it that way.
The thought of spending your formative years surrounded by alpha pheromones and oversized egos sounded like a special kind of torture. Young alphas, in particular, had a tendency to carry themselves as though the world naturally revolved around them.
Unlike civilians, jujutsu sorcerers couldn't rely on suppressants, scent blockers, or other pharmaceutical shortcuts. Anything that interfered with instincts also interfered with cursed energy output, and a sorcerer with capped energy was a liability.
If you hadn't possessed an innate technique, you might have fought the transfer harder.
Being an omega in an alpha-dominated environment sounded reckless on paper. Dangerous at worst. Especially when many students were still learning how to manage themselves.
But you did have an innate technique. That fact alone kept panic from consuming you entirely. Because it meant you weren't completely defenseless.
Your technique allowed you to create vacuum-like barriers—isolated spaces that severed outside influence and immobilized anything trapped within them.
On missions, you used it to restrain curses before exorcising them from a safe distance with a cursed tool.
Off the battlefield, however, it served a very different purpose. You could weave a thin barrier around your body. Almost invisible. A second skin made of cursed energy. It muted everything: your scent, your pheromones, and even the presence of your cursed energy.
Maintaining it for extended periods was exhausting. After receiving news of the transfer, however, you had thrown yourself into mastering it. The improvement had been significant. A month ago, you could barely sustain the barrier for a few hours before exhaustion forced it to collapse. Now, with enough concentration, you could maintain it for nearly an entire day. An achievement you should have been proud of. Instead, it only reminded you that soon you would need to maintain it constantly.
The thought made your shoulders sag.
Outside, another raindrop struck the window. Then another. Then another.
Tokyo drew closer with every passing mile, looming ahead like a storm waiting patiently on the horizon.
✧ ✧ ✧
The rest of the journey passed in a haze of half-sleep and drifting thoughts.
You dozed with your cheek pressed against the cool glass, waking intermittently as the train jolted over uneven tracks. Time blurred. Somewhere between stations, you ate the food you had packed—mechanically, without much taste—and drank from a can of something overly sweet and carbonated.
When you reached into your bag later and found a small bar of strawberry chocolate, you paused.
Utahime.
The realization softened something in your chest.
A folded note was tucked beneath the wrapper.
Call me when you get there <3
You stared at it for a moment longer than you meant to, then carefully slipped it into your pocket instead of throwing it away.
By the time the train finally pulled into Tokyo, your nerves felt frayed raw.
The station itself was overwhelming in a way you hadn't anticipated—not loud exactly, but dense. Too many people. Too many scents. Too much motion.
The drive from the station took longer than expected, and with every kilometer the knot in your chest tightened. You found yourself fidgeting without realizing it—picking at loose threads on your sleeve, tapping your fingers against your thigh, checking the time three separate times despite knowing only a few minutes had passed.
You told yourself you weren't nervous. That you had no reason to be. And yet your instincts disagreed.
Tokyo Jujutsu High appeared quietly, tucked away from the city in a way that made it feel almost unreal. Like it hadn't quite decided whether it belonged to the modern world or something older.
A staff member greeted you briefly. No ceremony. No fanfare. Just a nod and a direction. You followed.
The dormitory building was larger than Kyoto’s, though emptier in feeling. The halls stretched longer. The air smelled faintly of wood and cleaning oil.
You were shown to your floor. Only a few students lived there. A mix of betas and one other omega, you were told in passing.
Your new room itself was simple.
A bed with a nightstand. A desk and a chair whose wheels squeaked when you sat down. A wardrobe. Two sets of summer and winter uniforms.
After changing into dark blue, high-waisted slacks and a cropped jacket with a high collar, you decided it was time for a snack.
Maintaining your barrier already felt like holding something alive beneath your skin—constant, hungry, draining. The moment you stepped off the train, you'd reactivated it fully. Now it clung to you like a second pulse, steady but demanding.
You left your room.
The hallway was quiet. Almost suspiciously so. You passed the empty common area without incident, and soon you found yourself outside. The campus grounds here were far larger than Kyoto’s—wide paths branching between buildings, unfamiliar turns everywhere you looked.
You wandered longer than you intended.
Eventually, you found the vending machines.
Someone was already there.
You stopped. Not because they noticed you, but because your body reacted first. You were about to turn around and leave when your mind caught up and halted you.
A girl stood in front of the machine, studying the options with mild concentration. She was your height, maybe slightly shorter, with short brown hair that brushed her jaw. Her uniform was similar to yours, though instead of slacks she wore a skirt and tights.
You continued to linger several steps away when the sudden realization loosened something in your chest you hadn't realized was tight.
She was a beta.
You knew because there was no instinctive alarm. You didn't feel the urge to retreat. You felt awkward, but.. at ease.
She selected a drink and stepped aside. Only then did she notice you—or perhaps she simply acknowledged your presence. Her gaze flicked over you briefly.
“You’re new,” she said.
It wasn't a question.
“Yeah,” you replied because it seemed like a polite thing to do.
She didn't seem particularly interested beyond that.
You bought two things: something aggressively pink and a bag of sour worms.
The silence that settled between you wasn't uncomfortable. It simply existed. However, since she wasn't walking away, you decided to introduce yourself.
“Ieiri Shoko,” the girl replied, cracking open her can.
“Oh.” You glanced toward her; her name sounded familiar. “We're roommates. Sort of.”
“Figured.” The corners of her mouth twitched, though it never quite turned into a smile.
Somehow, you didn’t rush back to your room like you had planned after you acquired your snacks. You stayed and talked with Ieiri, even if the conversation moved at a snail’s pace. Maybe it was because you didn't feel threatened or maybe because every time you thought about leaving, she would casually say something that reeled you back into the conversation.
Ieiri told you she didn’t think there was much difference between Kyoto and Tokyo when it came to classes or training after you mentioned being worried about adjusting to Tokyo.
You offered her your sweets; she took two worms. In return, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes, slipped one between her lips, and silently offered you one as well.
You weren’t really a smoker. You’d tried once or twice just for the sake of it, but the habit never stuck. Still, you took one. Maybe it would calm your nerves. And unlike in the past, the idea of smelling like tobacco didn’t seem as unappealing. If anything, it might help mask your already muted omega scent even further, in case your barrier flickered if you focused lessened, or worse collapsed competely.
“So,” she started, passing you the lighter—you made sure not to touch her hand, avoiding questions about the barrier coating your skin, “why transfer here?”
You shrugged, lighting the cigarette and inhaling. The smoke filled your lungs, strangely comforting. To your relief, the cough you expected didnt came, but it still took a few small inhales before you adjusted to the taste.
“Not really my choice,” you said, exhaling slowly, watching the smoke curl in the air.
“No?”
“I was told to come. . . I only have two years left anyway.”
Ieiri hummed softly, as if filing the information away rather than judging it.
More than once, you caught her watching you—not in a way that felt invasive, but observant. Noting things without commenting on them.
When your fingers lowered and the ash from your cigarette fell cleanly to the ground without touching you, her gaze lingered for a fraction longer.
✧ ✧ ✧
Together, you spent another hour outside.
One cigarette became two.The conversation came in pieces—short remarks, pauses, the occasional comment that didn't require a response.
The breeze moved through the courtyard, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant rain.
Eventually, you both headed back inside and into the classroom.
The moment you stepped inside, it hit you.
The scent—overwhelming. The air felt thick enough to chew. Alpha pheromones saturated every corner of the room, seeped into the desks, clung to the walls like smoke trapped beneath a ceiling. Your technique dulled the worst of it, filtering the scents through layers of cursed energy, but it didn't erase it.
You stepped to the nearest window and pushed it open without hesitation. Fresh air flooded inside. Only then did you notice the room properly.
Four desks near the front. A chalkboard with faint remnants of writing. Someone had drawn something crude in the corner—half erased. Another attempt at writing had been scratched out, leaving only a fragment: Yaga…
You sat down. Shoko took the desk beside yours. Conversation resumed easily between the two of you. Something about the city. Something about training. Something about nothing in particular. You listened more than you spoke.
The classroom door slid open. Your attention snapped toward it immediately, eyes narrowing as if you were assessing a threat, which in a way you were.
Gojo Satoru entered like he owned the room. His scent pressed forward even through your barrier. Sharp and electric, demanding attention whether you wanted to give it or not. His white hair stuck out in every direction, dark sunglasses perched on his nose. A bright pink lollipop rested between his lips, which he pulled out to twirl between his fingers, as his eyes lazily scanned the classroom.
Your body tensed, shoulders drawing inwards before you could stop yourself as his gaze stopped directly at you, the smirk widening as if he found what he was looking fo.r
Another figure followed behind him.
Where Gojo’s presence crashed into the room, this one settled. Heavy. Controlled. His friend's scent stayed coiled close to his body, contained but unmistakable. Hands in his pockets, shoulders relaxed, hair tied back in a messy bun. His gaze was just as curious as Gojo’s, though far more restrained.
“You’re both uncharacteristically early today,” Ieiri commented as they dropped into the empty chairs behind you and her. Like she, you turned slightly to the side so you could look at the two of them.
“Are we?” Gojo leaned forward, elbows on his desk, chin resting on his knuckles as he popped the lollipop back into his mouth. Despite the sunglasses shielding his eyes, you noticed them flick briefly to Ieiri before settling back on you.
You didn't like the attention, but you refrained from commenting or from saying anything at all.
“You’re usually late,” Ieiri said flatly.
“That’s slander.”
“Yesterday you were thirty minutes late.”
“I was busy. . . sleeping.” Gojo shrugged, twirling his lollipop.
His friend exhaled something that might have been a laugh. Ieiri rolled her eyes and made a disguisted expression.
“Aaaand usually I don't have the motivation to show up,” Gojo admitted shamelessly. “Especially for Yaga's booooring classes.”
Gojo, still looking at you, held out the lollipop, lips curling into a wolfish smirk.
“Want some?”
You shook your head and leaned back slightly, increasing the space between you. Your barrier tightened instinctively, as you spared a brief glance at his friend—who still hadn’t spoken—but like Gojo, he was watching you now. Even Ieiri's eyes were on you now.
The attention made your skin crawl.
The candy disappeared back into his mouth.
“Not the chatty type, huh,” Gojo mused, content to talk to himself as he leaned back, legs stretched out beneath the desk, one hand resting on his knee, fingers drumming.
“Don’t pay attention to him,” Ieiri sighed, thankfully redirecting the conversation after a moment when she clearly saw your shoulders tensing, your spine locking straight. “Any trouble yesterday?”
“None. Obviously,” the other alpha replied, sighing and sinking even lower in his seat before straightening back up. “Though, I would’ve finished earlier if someone hadn’t been messing around.”
“I was not messing around,” Gojo scoffed dramatically, pretending to be offended.
Ieiri raised her eyebrows, obviously not believing him.
“Anyway,” Gojo turned back to you, determined to continue where he had been interrupted. “Do you have a name?”
You didn’t reply, only because he was too quick with yet another comment; however, this time he glanced at Ieiri.
“Is she mute or something? Haven’t heard her say a word yet.”
“I’m not,” you snapped, irritation slipping into your voice because you hated when people talked about you like you weren’t in the room. Despite everything you’d heard about Gojo Satoru—the prodigy, the strongest, multiple other praises—all you could think about right now was that he was loud. Too animated. Took up too much space. Completely incapable of shutting up and definitely fucking annoying.
“Well, then what is it? Your name?” he pressed, but before you could even open your mouth, he continued, yet again interrupting you before you could even part your lips. “No—wait, I’ll guess.”
You let him get through six increasingly ridiculous guesses. By the seventh, you cut him off and introduced yourself, giving only your first name.
“Ohhh, we’re on a first-name basis already? I like that,” his grin widened as he dipped his chin, sunglasses sliding down just enough to reveal a sliver of pale lashes and a hint of ridiculously blue eyes. “Obviously, you already know who I am.”
You scrunched your nose, briefly considering lying just to fuck with him, but decided against it, realizing that it would only spur him on—and he was already too much to deal with.
“And this is Geto,” Gojo added, pointing the lollipop at his friend. “Though I know he’d love it if you called him Suguru.”
Geto didn’t argue.
“You have too much energy this early in the morning,” Ieiri muttered, rubbing her temples before sinking in her seat, leaning all her weight on the back of her chair.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Gojo tilted his head, a few strands of white hair falling into his face as he pouted, bottom lip jutting out.
“She means you’re talking too much,” Geto clarified.
You snorted before you could stop yourself, quickly swallowing the sound and forcing your expression back to blank. The corner of Geto’s lips twitched as your eyes locked for a moment.
Unlike Ieiri, or even Geto, who only occasionally made a comment as the conversation continued—well, it was more of a monologue from Gojo—Gojo obviously had no concept of boundaries. And despite Ieiri’s attempts to redirect attention away from you, whenever she noticed you shifting in your chair, the empty packet crinkling between your fingers as you tried to avoid a question, or when you outright glared at Gojo, he didn’t ease up.
“Are you really an omega?” he asked.
The room stilled.
Geto straightened, his attention sharpening. Even Ieiri froze, waiting for the answer to one of the questions she hadn’t dared ask back at the vending machines.
You knew what prompted the question—the absence, the wrongness of it. Your scent should have been obvious, should have soaked into the room. Instead, there was nothing, contained, suppressed, locked behind cursed energy, which was becoming harder to maintain considering your emotions were all over the place.
“Are you really an alpha,” you shot back, “or just annoying like that?”
Gojo burst out laughing. Geto exhaled sharply; it almost sounded like a low chuckle. Even Ieiri’s lips twitched.
Leaning forward again, Gojo inhaled deliberately, unconcerned with subtlety. His gaze traveled down your frame as if looking for something.
Your pulse spiked. The barrier strained but remained intact. You pressed yourself into your seat, chair legs scraping faintly as it slid an inch backward. Your arms instinctively wrapped around your waist.
You didn’t know why you were avoiding the answer. You thought about pretending to be a beta back on the train, but that thought was quickly dismissed. You were not nearly strong enough to keep the charade up, and the idea of maintaining your barrier all the time for two years straight sounded exhausting. Still, you neither confirmed nor denied it. It was bound that the truth about you being omega would eventually become known to everyone, but you wanted to keep that a secret for as long as you could—even if it was just another five minutes.
“Boundaries, Satoru,” Ieiri snapped, tossing her empty can at his shoulder.
Gojo’s infinity made it bounce off him. It rolled across the floor toward Geto’s desk, and he picked it up before tossing it into the bin near the door.
Gojo only slumped back in his chair when you gave him the answer he wanted—a clipped, quiet, thoroughly annoyed yes that made him smirk. And you only said it because he was clearly intent on glaring holes into your head until you caved and finally admitted it; it was the only way to maybe get rid of his attention and the scrutinizing gaze.
Before he could ask another question you didn’t want to answer, Yaga Masamichi walked in.
✧ ✧ ✧
The class started. Time dragged. Gojo remained loud throughout all of it. There wasn’t a stretch longer than five minutes without some running commentary, a complaint, or an observation nobody had asked for.
When Yaga finally dismissed everyone, relief unfurled inside your chest. Only for him to ask you to stay behind. Back in Kyoto, one-on-one conversations with your teacher had rarely meant anything good. Usually, they ended with criticism, additional assignments, or some variation of you need to do better. This time, however, you didn’t mind.
Staying behind meant not having to walk out into the hallway and risk Gojo picking up exactly where he’d left off.
The conversation itself was brief and largely inconsequential. Yaga asked a few questions. You gave neutral answers.
The only moment that caught you off guard came right before he dismissed you.
“You handled yourself well.”
When confusion washed over your face, he elaborated.
“Using your innate technique to shield yourself was smart.”
The praise settled awkwardly in your chest, unfamiliar enough that you didn’t know where to put it.
By the time you left the classroom, Yaga had already turned his attention back to paperwork.
That afternoon, you secluded yourself in your room after raiding the vending machines yet again, this time coming back with a bigger haul. Despite knowing better, you skipped lunch, needing a moment to yourself. By the time dinner rolled around, however, you knew you couldn’t avoid the cafeteria any longer.
To your surprise, you only found Ieiri and Geto there, the space otherwise empty. After grabbing your food, you carried your tray over and sat down with them.
“You skipped lunch today,” Geto remarked, tone casual, matter-of-fact.
“Needed a nap more than food,” you replied, a lie that came easily because it was already on the tip of your tongue.
Though Gojo’s presence was not missed in the slightest, you still noticed his absence, and as much as you didn’t want to ask, the question slipped out anyway. You reasoned with yourself that you needed to know where he was if you wanted to continue avoiding him.
“Where’s Gojo?”
A smirk tugged at Geto’s mouth. “Miss him already?”
You kept your eyes firmly on your tray.
“No,” you said dryly, continuing to push food around instead of eating. “I just want to know who to thank for keeping him busy.”
Ieiri snorted. You shot her a glance, a satisfied smile flickering across your lips before it faded—because the way you kept exchanging glances over the meal reminded you too much of Utahime, who you missed despite seeing her yesterday.
You definitely should call her later tonight.
“Yaga,” Geto answered. “Satoru forgot to put up a curtain during a mission. Again. He’s on cleaning duty. Scrubbing floors.”
“And is he really? Scrubbing floors?” you asked, rolling your eyes. There was no chance Gojo Satoru was using a broom for its intended purpose.
Geto’s chuckle rumbled low in his chest. “Probably not.”
Neither Geto nor Ieiri rushed you, waiting until you’d finished before standing. When the three of you stepped outside, Ieiri immediately reached into her pocket.
“A cigarette after a meal is mandatory.”
The evening air was cool, though the wind wasn’t harsh, even less so with your barrier up—only a slight breeze.
“Didn’t peg you as a smoker,” Geto commented as Ieiri pulled out two sticks and handed one to you.
“Occasionally,” you said with a shrug, though you had a strange feeling the habit might stick.
As Ieiri lit her cigarette, Geto flicked his lighter open. One hand shielded the flame from the breeze as he tipped his chin toward you. You leaned in without taking the lighter. Your muscles tensed when he leaned closer as well, the tips of your cigarettes brushing briefly as the flame caught.
Your gaze lifted. Your body froze. Up close, his eyes weren’t black like you’d thought earlier. They were a deep, dark shade of purple.
He tilted his head slightly, not pulling away when he realized you were looking at him. His bangs slipped to the side, eyes narrowing as if he noticed something interesting, though he said nothing. Neither did you, as if hypnotized.
When Geto still didn’t move, you forced yourself to step back instead. Straightening, you inhaled a long drag and deliberately ignored the way Ieiri was watching the two of you.
✧ ✧ ✧
The rest of the week was. . . a lot. You expected chaos, but it went beyond that, leaving you quietly questioning whether you could really endure the next two years like this.
Tuesday proved that Monday hadn't been a fluke.
Gojo was just as overbearing, just as relentless, and somehow even more irritating than before. His attention remained fixed on you no matter how thoroughly you demonstrated your complete lack of interest in entertaining him. It was like being stalked by an especially loud stray cat—one that never got tired, one that talked constantly.
Geto was quieter. Far quieter. Yet somehow, you were always aware of him. You’d catch him watching from across the classroom, listening whenever you spoke to Ieiri, leaning toward Gojo to whisper something whenever Yaga’s back was turned. You never managed to hear what was being said.
The fact that you wanted to know bothered you more than the fact that it was happening.
Thankfully, you had Ieiri. You found yourself sticking close to her throughout the week, and to your relief, she seemed to enjoy your company as much as you enjoyed hers.
Wednesday offered some relief during training when you and Ieiri were paired for hand-to-hand combat. You were stronger with your technique than she was, but she didn’t seem bothered by it—especially not when the two of you managed to sneak away for a few smoke breaks while Yaga focused his full attention on chewing out Gojo and Geto, who were doing everything but practicing the drills they needed to do.
Thursday was the worst. Although you didn’t see Gojo or Geto—they were away on a mission, as Ieiri told you when the two of you ate breakfast—Yaga summoned you and informed you that you would be sent out on a mission the following day.
Initially, you were excited. Despite how tough some missions could be, it was always a chance to improve, and you were determined to become the best damn sorcerer you could be.
“This will be your first mission here in Tokyo,” he said. “Nothing overly difficult.”
You nodded, standing in front of his desk, hands loosely clasped behind your back as you tried not to fidget too much.
“A public high school,” Yaga continued, sliding a thin file across the desk. “Grade Four curses.”
You stepped forward to glance at the paperwork. The relief was immediate. Grade Four meant nuisance-level—tedious, perhaps, but not dangerous. Basically a perfect first mission for you in Tokyo.
“As a Grade Two sorcerer,” Yaga went on, “you’re more than capable of handling this. However—”
Your stomach dropped, immediatly knowing you were not going to like what he said next.
“—the infestation is widespread. Multiple classrooms, hallways, and a basement. This means working alone would be inefficient.”
You clasped your hands behind your back again, nails digging into your palms.
Yaga suddenly leaned back in his seat and studied you longer than necessary. His gaze dropped to your posture, then the faint hum of cursed energy beneath your skin.
“You are still maintaining your technique,” he observed, abruptly changing the topic.
“Yes.”
“Constantly?”
You hesitated, not sure if you should be honest, but decided there was no point in lying. “I only drop it when I’m alone.”
Yaga nodded once. “Smart. But costly.”
You didn’t deny it, muttering something about it being manageable as long as you kept fueling your body and didn’t skip meals. He offered no comment, smoothly redirecting the conversation back to the mission.
“Gojo and Geto will accompany you.”
Your chest tightened, but you forced your expression to remain neutral. You’d only maintained your barrier on a mission a handful of times before, but being partnered with them meant you’d have to do it again. You wondered why you couldn’t be paired up with someone else, literally anyone else. . . but just like always, you refused to backtalk your teacher.
After a pause, Yaga added, “The school has three floors. It would be wise to split up.” Another pause, like he was expecting you to say something, like he expected a student to complain or fight about it. “But if at any point maintaining your barrier compromises your performance,” his voice hardened, “you do not drop it. You pull back instead and leave the rest to Gojo and Geto. Understood?”
“Understood.”
“For future missions,” Yaga continued, “I’ll try to pair you with a beta or send you solo when appropriate.”
The thought of being alone with Gojo and Geto—especially Gojo, who so openly ignored your boundaries and seemed to take pleasure in provoking you—made your stomach twist.
For the past week, Ieiri had been a buffer—a friend when the four of you were together, and a beta between omega and the two alphas.
Tomorrow, there would be nothing between you.
You knew, without a doubt, that the mission would not go smoothly, no matter how easy it seemed on paper. The curses might be low-grade, but Gojo and Geto were a special-grade nuisance of their own—especially the annoying white-haired idiot—and you weren’t sure you could handle either of them.
Heyyyy I just wanted to say I love the way you write! I’m obsessed with your alpha!jjk character series. I’m very new to a/b/o fanfics buuut I keep thinking about how possessive they’d get if they smelled another scent on the reader, even if it was just from something like borrowing a sweater. I just imagine them like trying to override the scent n theyre like super determined to do it 🫣
Idek if that’s something that can happen in these typa fics but anywaysss
Have a good day!
Hey bestie! I decided I'd write a litle smthn smthn for you hehe. I picked geto cause he's more alpha to me. It's below the cut! (suggestive/a/b/o dynamics/jealousy):
"What are you wearing?"
You don't even look up from your desk, a little irritated that your late-night email check has been interrupted.
"Huh?" You scan a subject line and hit delete as soon as you realize it's no more than junk mail.
"What are you wearing?"
Your body jolts. He's using that tone that makes you melt for him- that he only ever uses when he wants, needs, your attention.
You turn quickly in your chair and your heart thumps when you see the angry furrow in his brow. "It's just... a sweater."
A muscle tics in his jaw and your eyes glaze over a little when smell his scent pumping thickly into the air of your office.
"It's not your sweater, and it's not mine. So where did you get it, hm?"
He's moving closer now, his spicy scent growing stronger with every step. You have to blink and swallow just to form a coherent thought.
"I-I got cold at work. A friend offered it to me..."
He's over you now, a hand curled around each arm of your chair, caging you in. A few strands of black hair have fallen loose from his bun and they brush against your face. The feeling makes you shiver.
His head dips until he's buried deep in your chest and you squeak when you hear him inhaling. You know you're in for it.
"It reeks of male."
You sigh, gently pushing him away. "I'm sorry, Sugu. I'll take it off-" You don't even get to finish before you hear a wretched tearing noise. "Suguru!" You can only watch as he literally rips the sweater from your body and then tosses it straight into the trash can. You swat at his shoulder. "That was a coworker's! What am I supposed to tell him when he wants it returned tomorrow?!"
His hands settle on your hips and the touch makes your skin ripple with electricity. His scent is even thicker now and he's so close...
"Tell him he shouldn't go putting his scent all over my omega." Your eyes glaze over and you whimper when a familiar heat starts swirling in your tummy. The primal side of you loves when he gets like this, loves when he stakes his claim.
You gasp when your ass is suddenly no longer in your seat and instead you're dangling in Geto's arms. Your legs swing as he carries you toward the bedroom.
"Sugu-"
"Shhh. We have to get that scent off you, no?" His smirk makes you shiver again. "And I have plenty of ideas on how to do it."
Summary: Your heat hits you at the club, but luckily your boyfriend is there to take care of you.
Characters: WolfHybrid!Geto Suguru x CatHybrid!AFAB!Reader
Warnings: abo themes, hybrids (like wolf ears and tails), abo universe. Heat/rut, usage of the terms Alpha/Omega, breeding, sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, knots
Word Count: 2.6K
A/N: Kinktober Day 17 ABO WolfHybrid Suguru! look I’m a slut for ABO okay!
You had planned out your evening perfectly. From the shoes for the best comfort to the clubs you would hit up with your friends. Everything was planned to the tea. The one thing you hadn’t planned was for your heat to come early.
You should have known it was coming when you got to the club. You felt warm, but you thought maybe it had been due to the pregaming you had done at Shoko’s appointment or the cramped car ride in the back of Nanami’s car. You finally realized what was going on when your gaze focused solely on your wolf-hybrid boyfriend, Geto Suguru.
he looked so good. His long raven hair was in his signature half up half down style. The bun was tied neatly and secured with a band. His matching black wolf ears twitched with amusement as he chatted with your friends, his tail swishing back and forth quickly. The hoodie he was wearing reeked of his pheromones. That earthy, musky scent was your utter downfall.
Your cat ears twitched as you hurried through the crowd, your tail smacking anyone who got in your way. Your heat fueled your momentum until you finally met your boyfriend. His ears twitched as he turned to look down at you, head tilting to the side as you grabbed his arm, holding onto it to study yourself as you heavily panted.
“Princess?” His concern made the heat that was growing between your legs worse. “Are you okay?”
You didn't trust your voice enough to speak. Instead, you pulled on his arm, leading him towards the exit. But Suguru had misconstrued what you wanted as you began heading through the crowded dance floor. So, of course, without you saying outwardly what you wanted, Suguru had created a scenario for himself. So as much as you wanted to keep moving, Subaru stopped his hands, grabbing your hips, pulling you flush against his crotch as he began dancing against the curve of your ass that he loved.
The sudden contact in stimulation had you biting down roughly on your bottom lip as you fought back a needy moan. “S-Sugu,” you whispered, gasping softly, eyes going wide as he grounded his hips innocently against yours. He didn’t intend to draw out the moans from you; your boyfriend was just trying to be as close to you as he could. Which probably wasn’t the best idea, seeing that you were feeling absolutely feral and that you were close to losing your mind.
“You wanted to dance, right?” Suguru whispered, making your ears twitch with pure anticipation.
“N-No.” Even though your body betrays you as your hips seamlessly grind back against him.
“No?” Sharp teeth snap at your earlobe, gently tugging on it. “Yet you’re grinding against me like you do.”
What were you supposed to do when your heat was about to hit you like a freight train in a crowded club? And while you want to let your heat take control and have your Alpha fuck you into next week in the middle of the club, he just thinks you wanna dance. In reality, that’s a terrible idea. But this position, along with the grinding and smell of him as he rubs his hands all over your body, enhances the pleasure that’s already coursing through you and clouding your judgment when you should be thinking logically.
Yet you still rock back against him, faster, grinning as your alpha growls in your ear. “I really didn’t want to dance,” you confess, speaking the god's honest truth.
“Really?” fingers dig into your hips, squeezing them as Suguru rocks against you harder. “You could’ve easily fooled me, Princess.”
Your body heats up more as your slick coach your inner thighs. “I-I’m being serious,” you whisper, biting down your bottom lip as you fight back against the pure horny fumes building up inside of you. Telling you to throw caution into the wind and just fuck your boyfriend right there. “I-I’m going in—” you bite back a whimper, not even needing to finish your sentence.
Because Suguru can smell you, that sweet, sugary scent that wafts off, you combined with vanilla, has his ears perking up. His hips are still, but his cock throbs at the attention as the reality of the situation wash over him like a tremendous rainstorm. That momentary shock, the surprise, turns into a need that wraps around him like sticky tape that just wants to be stuck to you in every way he can.
He needed to get you home before you triggered his rut.
“Omega.” he grows in your ears, sending a shiver of pure horny desire down both of your spines. “Are you in heat?”
There’s a sense of relief that comes with his question as Suguru grinds his hardening erection against your ass. “Yeah.” but there’s also a twinge of hesitation that accompanies that relief.
This heat had come unexpectedly. Something neither of you had been planning for. This wasn’t the first heat you and Suguru had gone through together. All the other ones Suguru had been with you for had been planned out meticulously. Not only was this the first one that had unexpectedly shown up, but it also hit you in public, and you didn’t have a scent patch. You weren’t sure how an alpha male would handle this situation.
Would he take you right there on the dance floor? Make sure everyone in the club knows who you belong to. Or would he sneak off to a dark corner and fuck you in the crowded club?
Your answer came as soon as it crossed your mind. Suguru grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you out of the club and down to the street, where he called for a card to pick you up. He didn’t say much, keeping his mouth closed until the key unlocked the door to his apartment. You stepped inside, and all hell broke loose. He snarled as his tail and ears perked up before he grabbed you, slamming you as hard as he could against the back of his door. His eyes shut as he began licking your scent glands as he ground his hips, rocking them against yours.
“S-Sugu!”
His claws came out of his fingers, and he shredded the tiny dress you were wearing into pieces. “Omega.” He growled a quick work of his clothing, dropping it to the ground.
Seeing your mate, bare and naked in front, the last of your restraints shattering to the ground like glass. Your body was on fire internally, leaving you in almost agonizing pain. You howled, your back arching off the door. "A-Ahh!! A-Alpha-!" You whined whimpering and pure, unfiltered need.
Suguru growled, following your every movement, looking at you with hunger. "Omega, tell me what you want." He asked, kissing your neck as he trailed his long fingers down your body, caressing your slick sex.
“Need you! I need your fingers!” Suguru growled as he began plunging his thick fingers inside of you and curling them to stimulate that spongy spot that you loved. The one that left you seeing stars every time he touched it fucked against it. That immediately pacified you, leaving you whimpering but not crying. "'S g-good S-Sugu!" you cried out softly, leg shaking as you tried to keep yourself standing.
"Yeah?" Suguru questioned his tail, slightly wagging at the praise you gave him. He growled, continuing to suck and nip at your sink glands while his fingers kept pumping in and out of your tight wet cunt with a purpose. "That feels good, Princess?” He kissed and sucked on your neck.
"Y-Yeah!" You whimpered, your tail swaying as you rocked against his hand. Your body was still hot, burning bright. "But I-I need your knot, Alpha. Pleeease!" You whined quietly, and there was no possible way Suguru nodded, lifting you and carrying you to the bedroom.
“Of course, little omega, I got you.” He dropped you on the bed, forcing you onto your side. “I'll make the pain go away.” His lips trailed over your scent gland, groaning as you whimpered, lifting your leg to drape over his hip.
As he gently peppered your neck with kisses as he rocked against you, his cock throbbing, another wave of heat overcame you. Leaving you feeling like jelly in his arms. “S-Sugu—nngh.” You whispered something he couldn't hear at first. His wolf ears twitched as he focused in on your voice. As Suguru shut his eyes, he finally could make out the soft, desperate plea. "K-K-Knot—” You whined, gripping the sheets as he rocked his length harder against your folds. “Please, Alpha, I-I need your knot!”
Suguru growled, not hesitating at your request. Instead, he grabbed you by the chin, forcing you to look at him before he slammed his lips on yours. "Princess." He faster ground against you, his hardening erection rubbing directly over your clit. "You smell so good, fuck god, I want you." you whimpered in approval, and Suguru snapped.
Hearing what his omega, this needy had his rut grabbing him by the balls, telling him to fuvk every ounce of cum into you. So Suguru grabbed himself by the base of his cock, spitting into his free hand to lube himself up before he was pressing against your entrance. As the head of his thick fat cock pressed into you, he could smell your sweet slick taking a moment to smell you before he slammed into you with a howl.
You gasped out loud, one of your hands reaching around, grabbing the back of his head, forcing his face into the crook of your neck as he fucked you roughly. "A-Alpha!!" You couldn't hold back your adorable, soft voice. Instead, your feral actions left you screaming in need as Suguru’s cock railed into you, relieving all tension that had been building up all evening lessened as the pain alleviated. Leaving the following words to come out of your mouth, yours and yours alone. "B-Breed me."
"Ah, fuck!!" Suguru snarled, licking your scent glands again as he fucked into you. The metal bedframe creaked; god was so hot it was fucking ridiculous. "Omega~ I wanna breed you!" He barked out with a howl as he slammed into you faster.
“M-Me too!” You cried out, your eyes rolling back into your head as you desperately ground down against him. "A-Alpha!!"
"O-Omega!!" Suguru felt as though there was a fire in his chest as he cried out your name, thrusting deeper inside of your wet heat. He Clance down, watching as you ground your hips back against him, forcing his cock deeper inside of you. "Y-Yes, just like that." He praised as he nipped at your bottom lip before kissing you desperately. "Fuck I love you."
You giggled blissfully as your boyfriend turned you, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist as you both remained on your sides. This gave you the perfect opportunity to kiss him deeper while digging your nails into his shoulders. You needed all of him. So you did the only logical thing, and Omega, such as yourself, would do it. You forced his knot into you with a cry as he stuttered, hips seizing up as you cried out. "F-Fuck!! I love you too!!"
Suguru’s mouth fell into a silent moan as he felt your walls clamping around him, trying to milk him for everything he was worth. “Fuck! Princess!” His eyebrows pinched together as he continued fucking you, scenting you as his mate. "I love you, omega~ I love you!" His knot twitched and swelled more inside of your already tight pussy as he fucked you ruthlessly, his teeth gazing over your scent glands, and you couldn’t take it anymore.
You wanted him; you needed to be his in every way you could. You could barely think, but somehow, you managed to form two coherent words as you tilted your head to the side. "A-Alpha! Bite!!"
Tai docked down at you for a second. Your words hit him like ice water before that heat returned; he had never been more sure of anything in his entire life. From the moment he met you, he knew you were his omega. His alpha called for you. So there was no hesitation as he snarled out of a growl before biting down on your neck, marking you as his mate. He rutted inside you like a rabid feral beast, trying to get you to cum, wanting to help you find that release that you so desperately needed.
You became nothing but jelly in his arms after that. Feeling complete as your pussy gushed around him while you were left begging him for his cum, for his pups. “Breed me!! Breed me!!” you cried out as Suguru’s knot swelled inside of you, spurting out thick ropes of cum painting your walls with his seed. "M-Mmmmhm!" he huffed out as he locked the two of you in place as he continued to fill your pussy, with his cum. He said as he kissed you deeply.
“Sugu~” you purred as toy kissed back as much as your wrecked exhausted body would allow. After that first orgasm, you were nothing but putty in his arms. "Alpha fuck.”
Suguru swallowed hard. Finally releasing his bite. His teeth were stained with crimson. But he so carefully lapped at your wound, healing it with a satisfied growl. You pulled away, offering Suguru the other side as you floated through your afterglow. It was the first time your omega had been truly satisfied. While your boyfriend blushed and nodded before biting down on the other side of your neck. Marking you as his mate.
"Wow." He said with a smile. “I always imagined how pretty You'd look with my mark, but seeing it in person is much better than any other daydream.”
“Me too, " you hummed as you cuddled close to him, purring happily as your bodies connected. I love you, Suguru."
A flood of emotions coursing through every part of Suguru's soul. He pulls away from your neck, staring at you before he grins. "I love you too, " your boyfriend whispers with a happy hum. I love you so much." He turns, offering you his neck, his unmarked sent glands almost illuminated in the low lighting of the bedroom. "I want you forever."
His actions leave you too stunned to speak. Marking each other like this, you would be with each other, mate, forever. Mates for life. So, of course, you gasped softly, your brain going fuzzy as you stared at his unclaimed neck. For once in your life, you had never been more sure of anything. There was no hesitation in your movements as you leaned in, your fangs puncturing the skin, making you purr as you lapped at the mark before moving onto his other side.
Once you marked him on the other side, you both lay there in the bed by his knot, your tails, kissing against each other as you whispered declarations of love in between quiet huma and purrs. Suguru chuffed low in his chest as he wrapped you up, tightening his body around you. This night might not have gone as planned, but it turned out to be the best fucking night of your life. The night you found your mate with whom you would spend the rest of your life.
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖 𝐈𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐰𝐨 (𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫):
Dropping a sneak peek of some Alpha! Geto x Omega! Haibara discussions in my Nanago Omegaverse fic.
Latest Chapter Here: Link
𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰: ♥♥
My bad for the long updates: I got two brain cells and all the muses are fighting over these two peanuts
Hello again I crave for Omegaverse fluff more than smut because I find that one more often, so how would an alpha Geto would bond with his pup(s) and if the older pups of the pack are introduced to the newest member
UNNNFFF BUT WAIT-- *sobs in the key of NEED*
Your newest little beta is resting on Geto's chest as he watches TV in the living room, laying down on the couch while the beta sleeps soundly. Star Trek is their favorite show, according to him, and you enjoy the sound of the little snores from the normally restless child laying on your alpha husband.
A week ago, after giving birth naturally, you had introduced little Aiko to the four other children, all of them cooing around the bassinet like small chickadees. Occasionally the alpha of the group - Kai - would creep in and observe his baby sister with intentionality, trying to learn her ways and make sure she was well cared for.
Other times the two betas and omega would come in and try to teach Aiko something - but other than that, she was left alone for most of the day.
On walks, Geto would strap Aiko into a baby sling and walk with her hidden from the overly hot sun. He would peek down at the bundle occasionally, checking to make sure the child rocked to sleep by his movements wasn't just slobbering on his shirt for no reason.
BONDING CAN HAPPEN ANYWHERE AT ANY TIME.
Geto usually bonds with his omegas by helping them create little nests once they're old enough. With his alpha child, he'll definitely teach them how to dominate anything and everything. And with his beta kids, well... *whatever they want is whatever they get*.
He definitely doesn't have a favorite among his children at all. Everyone gets Oreos and milk before bed. Except for Aiko. Aiko can't eat anything yet.
Put simply, Geto is house-husband material and even if he doesn't feel like it, he's going to sit down and help with homework, make sure his kids eat their veggies, sing the tunes from their favorite cartoons and be their first best friend. (That also means he gets the juicy secrets when they grow older.)
