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.
tw: explicit content, mentions of past abuse. 6k+ words. Toji/Reader. beta!reader, alpha!toji. hurt/comfort, whump, fluff, toji is kinda pathetic. top!toji, size kink, surprisingly soft sex, extremely domestic.
Prompt: Not everyone has secondary genders, but those who do are considered less than human.
You find him on the streets. A lonely stray, beaten and bruised.
Hair all mussed up, face dirtied, a scar on his lip too poorly healed to be anything but a punishment.
He’s on the floor, propped against the wall in some filthy, dingy alleyway. Covered in dirt, himself.
Eyes half-closed and slowly flitting over his surroundings, like he’s tired but expecting to get hit the instant he tries to sleep.
It’s not uncommon for parents to throw out an alpha or omega teenager as soon as they turn eighteen, if they even waited that long.
Many hospitals didn’t do secondary gender confirmation for minors because the parents would just… leave. Most orphanages were filled primarily with newly-presented alpha and omega teenagers.
And those were the lucky ones. Unlucky alphas and omegas got into worse places. Much worse places. A lot of them stayed around even after adulthood, because what other way was there to work for a living?
Even if they tried to pretend to be a beta, their heat or rut would give them away. Betas didn’t need to go on leave for a week every month or so. Health insurance didn’t cover suppressants if you were registered as a beta, and only betas could get jobs that provided health insurance.
And betas didn’t have the innate urge to mate like omegas or alphas did. Didn’t have the same sense of possession, loyalty, the addiction to their partner’s scent and pheromones that made abandonment impossible.
What they did have was money. All the money, power, and prestige in the world was in the hands of betas.
And if you were an alpha or omega, the best you could do was use your secondary sex to provide the rest of society with entertainment, and maybe get a meal somehow along the way. If you were young and pretty, you might get to live a decent life as some rich beta’s pet.
The stray in the alleyway is a lot older than eighteen. He looks like he’s been eaten alive. Chewed up and spat out once he lost his flavor.
You step up to him and he doesn’t even react to the noise. He’s just sitting there, against the wall, eyes half-lidded and glazed over like he’s waiting to die but still can’t quite sit back and accept it just yet.
That’s the worst part about it all, probably. Because when he was born, he would have looked like a beta, like any other ordinary kid.
Probably to parents who were happy to have him. He might have even had a good life, a happy childhood, a life full of love with a real future in front of him. Until he presented.
He’s a stray, not a wild animal. He had a home, once. Knew what it was like to have a warm bed and a full belly every night. A place to come back to. People who loved him.
A life. A real life, with dreams and aspiration like any normal person – all yanked out from under him in an instant.
An alpha, it looks like. You bend down, sitting on your heels in front of him, waiting for him to notice you. His eyes are narrow, and it’s hard to tell the color –
And then he looks up at you, and you see it. Dark and muddled but the color’s still there. Emerald glittering at you, pick me up, a treasure obscured so only you can see it.
When you reach your hand out, it’s gently, as if not to startle. He just eyes you, wryly, as if he’s too exhausted to be curious about what you’ll do.
You smile. “Hey, stranger.”
Eyes close. Not a threat. “Mmm.”
“Need a hand?”
“If you’re offerin…” He lets his head fall to the side. Not worth the effort to watch you. Some beta lady with a soft heart.
You don’t smell like anything much, not to his burned-out nose, but he can feel your warmth when you lean in closer.
“You got a name?”
Once upon a time, he did. A big name, real important-like, one you might even recognize. Now? Now he’s got nothing.
“Toji,” He gives you, before letting out a hiss as you pull on his bruised hand.
“Sorry,” You murmur, “Let me help you up. Here, like this…”
An arm wraps around his shoulders, tugs him up. It’s impressive that you try at all – Toji heaves his tired, agonized muscles into holding himself up, stumbling along with your support.
You’re doing a pretty good job as a crutch, but there’s no way you can stand his weight for long.
That’s fine. You don’t need to. All he needs is a few days off the streets.
Looks like his luck hasn’t run out completely. Not yet.
-
When you help him in through the doorway, closing it behind you, he slips his shoes off and sets them beside the door, right where yours are.
A stray, not a wild animal. He’s been in homes before, maybe even recently. Just not one he could call his own.
It hurts to think. Almost hurts to look at him, but there’s something achingly handsome about his face.
That half-sly, half-defeated look he’s always got. Those lowered brows and hooded eyes, the cut on his lip that should be mean but just looks scrappy.
He’s an alpha and he’s built like it, but there’s still an unmistakable proudness to his features. A well-defined jawline, strong chin, eyes sharp and fierce.
You’re a little embarrassed at the state of your home. Even in the best of times, you hated doing dishes, and you hadn’t exactly been expecting company. Still, it’s nothing to be terribly ashamed of, even if you apologize for the mess. He doesn’t seem to mind.
“You want to go to a clinic?” You’ve got some pills in hand – some over-the-counter generics, he’s sure – and a glass of water to go with it. “I can take you, don’t worry about the bill.”
Aren’t you just a doll? “Nah. I’ll be fine. Had worse.”
He can see it, too, transparently, how his words pull at your heartstrings. If he plays this right maybe he can get a whole week. Maybe two.
Toji’s always been the gambling sort. You look like a good bet.
“Well…” You think to yourself for a moment, “I think I have a shirt that would fit you, but not much else. I have a bathrobe, too, if you want to take a shower.”
A shower would be perfect, especially if he was going to fuck his way into your good graces. Beta ladies love alpha cock.
“Mhm.” He hums, following you to the hallway and waiting patiently for you to gesture him into the bathroom.
You hand him a robe – probably large enough for him, but extremely fluffy – and a shirt that would probably be a little small on him, but far too large to be a woman’s.
“I, uh, I don’t have separate stuff for guests – feel free to use my shampoo, conditioner, body wash, whatever, I buy it in bulk anyways.” How nice of you to offer.
He was going to anyways, of course. As sexy as the whole wounded filthy beast thing was, women didn’t like letting a dirty guy sleep in their bed.
Even if you were annoyed by it, it’d be a while before that pissed you enough to kick him to the curb. When you did, that wouldn’t be what did it.
A quick once-over confirms he’s pretty bruised and beaten up, but no broken bones. A few cuts here and there that have already stopped bleeding. Every muscle in his body is screaming for him to lie down, hard enough that he almost passes out in the shower, but other than that, he’s all right.
There’s bandaids beneath the sink. It’s more than he usually gets.
When he comes out, clad in the robe and nothing else, he’s kind of ready to collapse.
But what kind of man whore would he be if he didn’t at least give you a glance at the goods? He saunters into your living room, sliding into a plush chair beside the couch you’re currently on.
Your eyes widen gratifyingly at the sight of him, glancing away for a moment in an attempt to stay casual. It’s a little cute, but hopefully you’re not some kind of prude; that’d make things significantly harder.
“Did you find everything okay?” You say, and he notices for the first time a cat curled up next to you as you stroke it gently. It’s bright white and long-haired.
He nods. You notice his gaze, and smile.
“This is Catoru! He’s a huge diva and he loves attention.” A white tail curls around your arm as you pet, swaying gently.
Great. Competition. “Any roommates?” He asks.
To his relief, you shake your head. “I have a guest bedroom, though, you’re free to stay there for as long as you need.”
As long as you need. He’s heard that one before.
It’s all right, though. You’re just a naïve, sheltered beta; you’ve probably never even met someone who would take advantage of your kindness to the absolute fullest extent.
Toji supposes he should be honored to pop your cherry. Right now, he’s not anything but exhausted.
You set a cup of tea in front of him, “You want a snack? I have some protein bars – ”
Sounds perfect, “If you don’t mind.”
He scarfs down everything you offer him, sighing in relief when you bring him a couple more. Sips at the tea, requests a cup of water, drowns several of them before he’s really dead on his feet.
Ah. Clean. Some food in him, some water. This is what heaven must be like.
“My room is just across the hall,” You smile, “I leave my door cracked so Catoru doesn’t freak out. Just let me know if you need anything.”
And Toji feels your smile, all the way deep into his tired bones. Can’t wait to gnaw on it, suck at it, devour every last bit of it until there’s nothing left. He’s always had shit luck but it looks like it hasn’t abandoned him just yet.
He thanks you. The cat at your side winks open an eye to look at him, bright blue and startling against his white fur.
-
He’s left the door open a crack, just in case you’re bolder than you appear.
One of the particularly shit things about being an alpha or an omega is the pack behavior crap. They weren’t meant to be alone, especially while they slept. Made them nervous.
Some kind of pack-bonding stuff. It was hard to sleep without someone next to him. Made him antsy, twitchy, whenever he did sleep he woke up after an hour or so.
Meant a lot of sleepless, painful nights at the Zenin complex. He’d taking to sprinting around the complex, push ups, squats, whatever he could do to exhaust himself so much that he could just lie down and pass out until one of his cousins kicked him awake.
It usually bought him only a few hours, but combined with his alpha genes it meant he grew up built; lean and mean and strong enough to take hits that would kill lesser men.
Lucky him. After they kicked him out he was approached by some tall, scrawny looking omega called Shiu who had a job or two for a strong man with nothing to lose. Money he could blow on food or gambling while he went from one hookup to the next.
He hadn’t heard from Shiu since the last job. Not surprising, since it went worse than expected. In retrospect, if you hadn’t found him in that alley, someone elsewould have.
The thought doesn’t bother him much. Had to end sometime. Every dog has his day, and for a mangy mutt like him, he’d already gotten way more than he deserved. Even life on the streets was better than living with the fucks he shared blood ties with.
Still, as long as he’s in the game, he’s pushing his luck. If he can get you to fuck him, you’ll let him stick around longer, and he’ll get a full night of sleep.
There’s a noise at the door and his excitement rises a touch. He didn’t think you’d be willing to do it this early –
A gentle weight on the bed. Too gentle.
For fuck’s sake!
“Hey, Catoru,” He grumbles, “You’re lucky I even remember a guy’s name. Don’t make a habit of it.”
Catoru, of course, simply curls up next to him, obnoxiously close. His fur is impossibly soft. He should have been named Cloud or Snow or something.
Toji reaches, stroking the bundle of warmth and softness with short, lazy movements. His hands are rough, calloused, but it doesn’t seem to bother the cat any. He just snuggles up and purrs. It soothes his instincts to a degree he finds utterly uncomfortable.
God, fuck, he hadn’t been competition for the cat. The cat was taking pity on him.
Normally he wasn’t so picky about where the pity came from. He was way more popular with the ladies but there was a guy here and there who wanted to try him out.
Those were usually much shorter affairs, though. Women were way better. Took a certain kind of guy to want to fuck an alpha male. A lot of them got off on making him their ‘bitch’, fucking him hard and rough because he had to take it for a place to sleep.
He had enough of that shit at the Zenin complex. This is worlds better.
It’s too good for trash like him, but he’ll take it as long as it lasts.
He wakes up a few times in the middle of the night, but that’s normal enough. The cat’s insufferable, but he’s warm, and soft, and cuddly, which he’s never seen before.
It helps, until the traitor wanders off into your room, probably to snuggle until he decides to wake you up for food.
Bastard. Toji watches him stalk into your room like he owns this whole damn place. Probably jumping right into your arms.
He wonders where the shirt is from. An ex-lover? A male relative? It doesn’t smell like anyone else, but it would probably have belonged to a beta.
You’re living alone, though, which is enough for him. He’s gotten plenty of beta ladies to sleep with him despite having other lovers currently, that’s not a problem.
It’s not like he has to worry about your lover showing up and beating the shit out of him (or you) either – little perks of being an alpha. As long as you paid the bills and wanted him around, that was enough.
There’s a little part of him that always takes an intense pleasure at the thought. Protecting his mate and all that garbage.
Doesn’t matter. He’s just hanging on for now.
-
You’re not sure what food your guest would like, but it’s a good excuse to cook a big breakfast for him and you.
Lord knows, the poor man had an appetite, so you doubt even your mediocre cooking would go to waste. It’s a little embarrassing to have dishes still in the sink, but you’ll do them all at once after you’ve eaten. For sure this time.
Besides, not a lot of ways you could screw up eggs, French toast, bacon, all that stuff. It’s a few minutes of shuffling through things, putting down pans and containers, before you’re ready to get cooking.
You open the fridge, and it hits you. Eugh. Something’s gone off.
Living alone, it happens sometimes. You buy something then forget to eat it before it goes bad. But your fridge is pretty full already…
You look through the shelves, the cases, trying to find what’s gone bad. It’s weird, it’s like the rotten smell just hits you at random times, you can’t seem to find where it’s coming from.
There’s a sudden warmth behind you, like a wall of muscle, as Toji leans over your shoulder, lazily scanning the fridge. He takes one sniff, then reaches deep past a couple jars of condiments and a stick of butter to pull out some cheese.
It’s a soft Havarti, sliced, and you can see the green creeping through it. Bleh.
Toji rolls his eyes as he opens the package up, “It’s cheese, you can eat around it – ”
Oh hell no. You snatch it back and toss it in the trash. The way he’s eyeing it fills you with incredulity.
“It’s not like – it’s not parmesan or whatever fancy cheese that gets mold on it. We can just get more next time.”
“Mmmhmm.” He nods.
He wouldn’t dig through your trash, right? Right??
“Seriously, thank you for picking it out. I was looking for whatever smelled so off.”
Toji was absolutely planning on digging through your trash. Hell if he’d let good food go to waste, but your house, your rules.
“Really? What are you, nose blind?” Beta, he remembers. Not a great sense of smell.
Toji’s always had a great nose. His shitty uncles would hide rotting food around the backyard, and if he was lucky, he could get to it before it was all eaten by bugs or animals.
His cousins would play with him sometimes. Bloodhound. He can still feel the makeshift collar and leash of rope wrapped around his neck. Promises of extra food or clothes if he hunted down a misplaced possession of theirs.
What a chump he was. Took him years to stop falling for it. Ancient history. He watches you shrug.
“Guess so.” Your hand comes up to him, and he doesn’t flinch, but the strike never lands.
Instead, he feels fingers, ruffling through his hair. Softer than usual, since you made him use your fancy shower crap. You have to reach up to get to his head, and you look silly, all stretched like that, but it feels like something in his chest is stretching alongside you.
“I appreciate it.” He almost whines when your hand goes away. “Thanks, Toji.”
That shitty name doesn’t sound so bad coming from your voice. “Anytime.” The words come out softer than he expected them to.
Toji watches for about five minutes while you get ready before he quietly stalks up to the stove and starts the heat on one of the pans. God, he loved some good bacon.
Was a good day when he could snatch some from the family breakfast, even if he got beat for it. Most of the women he stayed with weren’t really the cooking type.
You don’t seem that domestic, either, but with all the food in your fridge it’s obvious you’re trying. You give him a look while you whisk together some eggs, sugar – French toast, he thinks.
“I can get the bacon,” He mutters, waiting for the pan to heat up so he can start laying strips down. “You take the other side.”
“Oh. Oh, sure!” You brighten, smiling at him – what, you’re feeding him for free, but you’re happy he’s helping?
You’re a good person, he supposes. Really good, down to the core, in a way none of those Zenin fucks ever were.
The normal, upstanding sort who went to their jobs and lived their lives without ever knowing what omega brothels were or how alphas were treated as expendable muscle.
You live in a completely different world, one that has barely, briefly intersected his. But he’ll greedily gulp down every breath of fresh air he can get here, even if that means ruining it. Not like he’s ever done anything else.
-
It’s funny, living with you. The funniest part is that it doesn’t seem to stop. It takes him some time to realize that you really meant what you said – as long as you need.
What a chump. A bleeding heart. He’s chomping at the bit to eat it all up.
He learns that you’re a teacher – a professor – at a nearby community college. The pay can’t be that good but the hours are easy, and you don’t need a car – you’re living in some nearby campus-sponsored housing as a part of your employment package. There’s grocery stores close enough to walk to, and a bus for when you need it.
You teach math, or some other nerdy shit. It’s hard not to zone out when you start explaining in depth, especially since you get that excited look in your eyes, and your voice just flows out of you like you’re on a roll.
Before you leave for classes you make yourself a coffee, and you make him one, too. It’s funny, having someone hand him a warm drink without him paying for it first. Funny, seeing you smile and say good morning at the start of the day.
Usually he tried to slink around, stay out of sight unless he knew he could turn things into sex, but you’re not expecting that so he just… lingers.
He used to peek through cracked doors or barely high enough windows to watch TV. Darting out of the way whenever someone glanced outside.
They locked him out, sometimes, like an unruly dog. Can’t have some ugly alpha mutt dirtying their doorways, pissing on the carpet or some shit.
Now, you hand him the remote and show him the channels before you leave.
He watches whatever, until you come home and he bears through your dumb TV shows (Sorcerers? Cursed spirits? Who watches this shit?) and nags you afterwards about your favorite characters, jokes and laughs about them and the plot.
So he catches up when you’re at work, too, just so he can tell you how dumb this Satoru dude is.
God, the guy’s hair is so stupid. And he’s got next to no fashion sense, Toji can already tell (never mind that he is not, by any stretch of the imagination, a stylish man). What a damn tool. Why the hell do you like this stupid beanpole so much?
He tries not to think about why your preferences bother him so much. No use thinking about stuff he can’t change.
The kids are fun, though. Megumi’s smart, even if he’s a bit rough around the edges, Yuji’s too nice for his own good, Nobara is a riot. The Sukuna guy looks like he’s gonna be a blast.
Maybe the show isn't completely irredeemable. You don’t seem to mind his slander of one of your favorite characters, giggling, teasing him, arguing playfully.
It’s fun. It’s fun, and weird, the kind of conversation he’s never had before. Mostly he flirts with women – he does with you, but you brush it off or it flies right over your head – and half-threatens guys. Or he rolls over like a dog to get what he wants.
Doesn’t get to tease people much unless he’s planning on killing them, so it’s a nice change of pace.
He hasn’t gotten his ass handed to him since before you took him in, too. Gets to eat three times a day, or more, even, when you remember to get snacks. He doesn’t ask you but when you see them start to go missing, you start to buy more, ask him what kind he likes best, and it makes him feel funny things.
Lots of things you do make him feel funny. The dumb smiles, for one. The warm meals and carefully made drinks, tea or coffee with cream but no sugar, even though you like yours half-diabetic.
You hate doing dishes, he learns, and quietly he starts picking it up himself. And there’s that smile you make, when you come back home, that look of delighted surprise on your face when the kitchen’s all clean. It’s painfully gratifying.
Same with the litter box for the stupid beast. You’re supposed to change it every day, but you sort of scrape by every other day – with his sensitive nose, he finds it easier to just scoop it every day.
He’s not even trying to help you. Barely sees why you don’t like to do it – Toji’s never minded getting his hands dirty.
He’s been filth his whole life. What’s a little more? This was pristine, compared to sleeping out in the dirt. Compared to getting pissed on, having knives or garbage thrown at him, bruised and bloodied face rubbed in the floor while somebody held him down.
It goes on for so long he wonders if he’s going to lose his edge, starts doing laps around your apartment block. One day you casually hand him a card and ask him to come with you – you’ve gotten a household membership at a local gym.
You don’t visit as often as you should (your words, not his). But you must have noticed him, seen him.
He goes during the day, having nothing better to do, and knowing it’s best to stay in shape for whatever work he may be able to scrounge up someday. He goes to the gym and it’s as weird as living with you.
Punching things, lifting things, stretching and running without his muscles screaming in agony from start to finish, without adrenaline fueling his every motion.
He goes until he’s tired and other folks at the gym give him looks, but they don’t want to fuck him or beat him up. A couple guys glance at him and whoop when he does a deadlift, and he’s really not sure why.
But it’s fun. It’s worth his time. It feels fucking amazing after – he’s all tired out but in a good way, a nice soreness that goes down to his bones and makes him look forward to the hot meal waiting for him at home.
He’s started to cook some, too. Wordlessly helping out alongside you, and then silently prepping things while you’re out.
You hate doing dishes anyways, and it feels good to see how grateful you are to come home to food and a clean home. He doesn’t mind doing it. Doesn’t mind doing any of it, when you look at him like that.
There’s a bit of cleaning to do usually, thanks to some white furry bastard leaving his hair everywhere.
The fuckin cat. What’s with that stupid thing?
He’s never had a pet before, obviously, even scrapped with a few mutts on the streets sometimes digging through the trash.
Once or twice he’d fucked someone who had a pet, and usually it growled at him, if it didn’t cower or ignore him completely. Just alpha shit.
Catoru (god, was he named after that guy in the show?) has a fucking crush on him or some shit. Fucking weirdo.
He walks up to him, rubbing against his leg, purring and meowing to be pet. Likes to be held, too, chirps happily when Toji lifts him up. Lounging in his arms like a little prince-beast he is. Making a home of Toji’s lap whenever he’s on the couch, meowing indignantly whenever he so much a shifts.
The cat meows constantly when you’re gone and Toji wondered at first if you forgot to feed the damn nuisance. But no, you’d never do that to your BABY. Stupid cat.
(God damn. He’s jealous of the fucking cat.)
Nah, the thing is meowing for attention. Wants it bad. Wants his soft pretty fur to get pet, and doesn’t care if it’s some dirty alpha whore doing it.
Eh. Takes one to know one. You did say Catoru was an attention whore.
If he’s got a few treats on hand, if he indulges the stupid animal just to keep it from whining… well, whatever.
-
And then his rut is coming up. Not surprising, since he’s healthy again and fucking lives with you, all domestic-like and shit, like you’re his mate. If anything, he’s surprised it took this long.
Normally when he feels his rut coming up he just finds the first broad he can. He’s got a handsome enough face, a more than impressive form, all he needs is a warm and willing partner.
He doesn’t usually have a problem finding an adventurous beta lady all excited to take a big alpha cock – it’s what comes after that get dicey.
You can’t knot betas, even in the midst of his rut he’s not dumb enough to try it. But his dick is big and he’s been with enough women to know that’s not actually a good thing, at least, not the night after all the “fun”. And ruts last a few days.
His dick’s been bothering him for a while, too, even before his rut. You’re just so fucking hot all the time, so nice to him, so smiley and friendly and you laugh and make jokes with him and shit.
It’s just so easy. He thinks he should feel bad about it, about using you like this, but you’re so utterly unbothered he starts to wonder who’s really winning.
You’re so fucking smart, you and your classes and your routines and your crafts and hobbies and projects. You notice details and act all considerate and shit. Pet him on the head even though he’s taller. Makes him all gooey on the inside and shit.
Blue balls fucking suck when you’re an alpha, and the cock doesn’t help. It’s a disgusting thing, big and swollen and aching, something his cousins and uncles jeered at.
A humiliating handicap that sent him humping and rutting against things like an animal, helpless to do anything but whine and moan and maybe lash out when they tossed rocks or shit at him.
One of his younger cousins liked to kick him in the dick, and another thought of a fun little game where they tied a rope between his legs, and, well –
Shit’s in the past, now. His cock works fine, he’s lucky enough for that. Made him strong, in a way. All those hits, anything could put him on his ass, and he’d get right back up.
It taught him that no comfort was coming, no mate, no home, no warmth, he had to curl up and bear through it, find a way to fuck it out and to not to expect anything but malice on the way out.
It’s not like he’s ashamed of it.
Shame is for people who have the luxury of pride. Toji knows what he is, what he's good for.
But a deep, tiny, stupid part of him is quaking in fear at the thought of rejection. A larger part of him, the practical side, doesn’t want to piss you off and get tossed out.
It’s nice here, too nice, he’s got to keep it going as long as he can, even though he knows your endless patience will run out on him someday.
You’ll look at him and see him for the garbage he is. An alpha, a beast, a dirty animal you’ve taken into your home and fed and pampered until he wouldn’t go away anymore. Garbage to toss out on the street, where he belongs.
One day even the image of you smiling at him will be a distant memory of the days when he had it good.
-
Toji’s gonna lose his fucking mind at this rate.
It’s not like he’s ugly. He knows he’s not ugly. He could accept maybe that he’s not your type, but from the way you have to avert your gaze whenever he walks around post-shower with a towel around his waist, you’re not at all indifferent to his body.
So why the hell won’t you fuck him?
He’s made it pretty obvious that he’s available. Not shy in his body at all. He’s grateful to you, always obedient, never denying any of your request. He’s an alpha, and you know that, you must know that, what he’s good for.
You won’t even ask. Won’t make any kind of mood, send out any signal.
He starts to wonder if you’ve got a partner waiting for you somewhere after all, just far away, and something terrible twists in his chest.
But he’s never had any patience for mixed signals. And this is going to happen no matter what he does, so he might as well say it.
“I’m going into rut,” He says, just to put it out there.
Right away, he sees your body language, little scent indicators that even betas give off. Flustered. Aroused?
“Oh – oh, well. Is there anything I can do to help? To make it easier, I mean…” You trail off, but he doesn’t give you time to be mortified by your own words.
“Unless you want to have sex with me, not much. Just let me get some food and water to wait it out in my bedroom with.”
Honestly, more than he was used to back at the compound. Nothing beat a good fuck, though. And it doesn’t help that you’re pretty attractive, too.
“Oh. Uhm.” He holds back a chuckle at your expression. Too cute. “I – I thought alphas and betas couldn’t really…”
“Oh yeah, you can’t knot a beta,” Toji shrugs, “But having someone with you is the most important part. None of the other betas I fucked have complained.” He was good for one thing, at least.
You look like you want to sink into the ground. “Do you – do you have someone – ”
He raises a brow at you, “If I did, they were a pretty shit partner, yeah? You were the one who dragged me out of that alley.”
“Well, that was just – ” You pause, and god, what he would do to find out what was going on in that little head of yours, “Basic compassion, you know?”
This time, he does laugh. “For an alpha?”
“Well, yeah! You’re human too, right?” You both know that’s not how it works. “And – and still. It’s not like you would have died, right? I was just helping you out.”
He gives you a wry smile. “Right. Anyways, there’s no one else. You’re all I’ve got.”
Oh, he knows what he’s saying. What he’s doing. He’s done it a million times before, but he’s never quite wanted it to work this bad.
Usually women fuck him and then they pity him. You haven’t fucked him yet, and you’re pitying him more than anyone ever has in his entire life.
A better man might be bothered by that. Toji? He can’t get enough.
Watching you stumble for words and stammer and avoid his gaze like prey. It strokes every last instinct he has and then some. He swears he can hear your heart racing, and his knot is starting to pulse in time with it.
There’s a whiff in the air. Tickling his senses. You’re a beta, and it’s faint, but he grins to himself over your stammered answer.
Jackpot.
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You’re not as shy as he thought you’d be, is his first thought, when he takes you to bed.
You’re smaller than him – most people are – and delicate, breakable, he’s got to be careful. Normally he tries to feel a woman out, see if they like it hard and fast and he can go rough, but somehow, for all his desperate urges, his alpha instincts lock him up when he’s looking down at you.
It’s weird, how strong it is. How compelling. How much he wants to go along with it.
He’s got to do right by you. Treat you nice, make you feel good. Can’t fuck this up when it’s the very first time.
There’s a reason alphas are stereotyped as aggressive, and it’s biting at him now, pulsing in between his legs so painfully he thinks he could die, but Toji’s been on the verge of death before and that doesn’t scare him.
You looking at him with fear in your eyes? Flinching away or crying out? That’s fucking terrifying.
So he kisses you on the lips, works his hands down your body, against your shoulders like a massage. Enough that he can touch you hard but still be tender, still be good to you like every fiber of his being is screaming for him to be.
He’s never been this gentle in his life. Toji is all muscle, all lean performance like a panther, built to kill, but he’s so careful with you, touches ghosting along your skin until you’re humming and pressing back into him.
Taking a large, calloused hand in your own and bracing it over your breast with a bashful look.
And shit, when has he ever laughed during sex? You whine back at him, meeting his eyes as he squeezes and nips – not even hard enough to leave a mark – and something deep inside him trills at how it makes you squirm. How it makes you smell.
He kisses you again. God, he could kiss you forever. The taste of your tongue on his is the best thing he’s ever tried –
But he knows, when he spreads your legs, it’s about to be the second best.
Your hands bury themselves in hair that’s now soft and well-conditioned.
He feels like a beast, licking between your legs, drinking in your moans and wails as he laves over your clit. He feels like he could devour you forever and not be full. Like he’s going to start drooling any time he ever smells you.
A trained dog, with you clasping his hair like a short leash that he never wants you to let go of. You took him in, you fed him and kept him and cared for him, and now he’s yours.
Since he’s yours, you have to have him. It’s only right, only fair.
He makes you cum once on his tongue, then he fingers you, spreading you open with care and diligence, like any loyal hound would.
Your cunt is the purpose of his existence, the vessel for the knot that throbs agonizingly between his legs, and his pain is the evidence of his complete and utter devotion.
When you cum around four of his fingers, he pulls himself up to rub his cock against you. Spreading your slickness carefully along him. You’re not an omega, but he’s made you wet, his spit and your cum slick against him as he spreads it on himself.
Toji doesn’t think he’d mind being your dog. The thought comes to him as he buries himself deep inside you.
It feels like nothing he’s ever had before, like he’s melting, like the whole world disintegrates until all he’s got left is the wet heat of your cunt sucking him it.
He’d gladly be on collar and leash for you. Be your bloodhound, hunt down anything you wanted. Kill, bite, attack, heel.
He’d learn all your commands and jump to obey them like a trained animal. As long as you’d have him. As long as you’ll let him in.
His knot pulses and throbs just outside your entrance. He doesn’t mind if you can’t let him, in, if you never do, as long as he gets to feel this warmth.
Your arms reaching around him, holding him against you. Little noises you make while he drives into you with religious precision, hitting the best spot. Reaching with his thumb to rub over your clit. Kissing your lips, your cheek, your neck as you babble and moan when you get close.
He cums when you do. Nothing feels better than knowing he made you feel good. Every fiber of his body – muscled, powerful, built to rip and crush, kill and fuck – it trembles at the sight of you. Shivering at a bone-deep pleasure that dissipates throughout his entire form.
Alpha instincts scream at him to dig his teeth into your neck. Soft, unmarked, bared for him. It sings to him. He’s never wanted anything more.
But you’re a beta, and it would hurt you. So he lays kisses where he wants to bite. Suckles gently while you laugh at how it tickles, and smiles and kisses your lips like he can devour the sound of your joy, eat it, keep it inside himself like a light that never goes out.
You hold onto him, too. Like he’s something precious, like you want him here with you. He falls asleep like that, half-buried inside you, head buried between your breasts. He’s bigger than you, but he buries himself inside you, hides away in this cavern of warmth and softness like nothing he’s ever known.
He waits for you to pull away, but you don’t. You never do. He wakes up with you still against him, still snuggling up – the annoying bastard of a cat curled up at both your feet.
Maybe… Toji knows he’s living garbage, disposable, good for a fight or a fuck and then to be thrown away.
But he’d been good to you, hadn’t he? You liked him, for some reason he can’t understand.
Maybe – maybe if he can do just this one part good enough –
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The alpha's hand moves higher, clutching your chin. He gently guides you to look at his face.
The sight of the alpha makes you gasp.
His hair is unkept, dark, and dirty. There are smudges of oils and dirt along his face and down his neck. His dark blue eyes are sunk into their sockets, accompanied with dark and heavy bags.
His bears is uncut, the snort stubble growing on his face chaotically. His lips are chapped, little flakes of dead skin are ready to peal off.
Now that the alpha is closer to you, you can pick apart the undertone of his scent.
His clothing is rancid, almost putrid to the point of churning your stomach.
His hand gently turns your face, he is taking his time with observing your features.
You close your eyes and breathe in, picking apart the raw emotions of grief that paint this alpha. The way this raw scent clings to him, it has to be months since he started grieving. You can pick out of the unmistakable fiery spice of rage, but it is much duller than the hopelessness, resent, jealousy, and remorse that clings to him like a second skin.
He drops your head and you tuck your chin to your chest. His knees crack again as he stands, taking a deep breath before delivering your verdict.
"I'll take her." Your eyes snap open, the wind knocked out of your lungs.
He can't want me, this is–
"-a mistake, master! She can not produce any heirs! What good will a used omega do for the clan?!" The people that previously stood quiet along the walls shouted out in revolt and disgust.
Silence claims the room once more.
You didn't see what the alpha did to silence them, but the uproar was muted in an instant.
"You– unbind her hands and bring her to my pavilion. She will be the sole provider of my heir." The alpha simultaneously pushes his voice and his controlling pheromones into the room, making his clan instantly obey his word.
Here is how ABO universe works with explanations for my Ascensionism fic!! Everything is under the cut because it is A LOT
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Omegas
Very choosy with mates. Very expensive to go through a heat cycle.
Choose mates that are likely to have good parental care, good resource availability, and good habitat.
TLDR: The mate (alpha, beta, or omega) has to be a good parent (provide, protection, food, education) provide a good home/nest.
If an omega is malnourished, stressed, or in an unpredictable climate, then the chances of them going into heat is low.
To elaborate on heats being expensive: to produce eggs (ovulation), it requires ample amounts of energy and resources. Human females are born with a predetermined amount of eggs. Omegas will have the ability to produce one egg (on average) during her heat.
The physical exertion of going through a heat takes its toll as well. Omegas are likely to lose up to 10 pounds.
Because of this, omegas are often eating in excess right before their heat to ensure they have ample amounts of energy.
Because heats are seen as opportunity reproduction (when the right conditions are met) it is possible to force an omega into heat multiple times in a year. As an advanced society, it is considered unhealthy to have more than one heat in a year. Without the consent of the omega, forcing one into heat is considered abuse.
Omegas have 5 scent glands. One on their wrists, and two on their inner parts of their things. Any gland can be bitten to trigger the mate response.
MATE RESPONSE: The transference of pheromones when biting any scent gland of an alpha or an omega. The pheromones/scent of the mate will be ingrained in the receiving party’s mind as “safe/home/mate”. This affect encourages monogamy among mated individuals (a common practice). During the marking event, adrenaline, dopamine, and oxytocin flood both of the participant's bodies.
PURGING: The phenomenon that occurs post death of one mate. The body of the surviving mate will purge itself of the unknown pheromone (transferred during the mate response formation) hours after the death of the mate. The purging includes: excessive urination, excessive excretion of feces, excessive sweating, and vomiting.
Polygyny (one alpha, multiple omegas) is an old practice and is viewed as barbaric.
Omegas have three special traits:
Number 1: They can lactate (without giving birth). The cry/scent of a baby can cause an omega to lactate within 24 hours of being around the baby.
Side notes about babies born from alphas/omegas/betas: They unconsciously secrete the scent that triggers the omega’s lactation up until the baby has a means of other food (typically after teething) evolved to be this way.
Number 2: When they (or their young) are threatened, an omega can produce claws that come out of their nail beds (replacing the other nail). The omega will stay vigilant up to 72 hours after the treat leaves. This will include minimal to no meals and minimal to no sleep.
Number 3: Omegas can “purr” which is a resonance that comes from their chest. There is no tune or sound, just a feeling of calm that emits from the omega.
More often used with children than with mates.
The gestational period (or pregnancy) for an omega lasts the same as a human woman (9 months).
Omegas have yet to evolve to carry fetus till they can survive on their own (look up spotted hyenas, they’re pretty cool) without the death of the omega, so the omegas and human females evolved to expel the fetus before it gets too large to kill them.
Omega bodies are more likely to fluctuate during gestation.
The fetus is the priority
Similarly, post birth, the omega will be overpowered by their own biology and the pheromones released by the baby, and the omega will neglect their own health to tend to the baby.
Alphas (or the omega’s mate/community) need to prioritize taking care of the omega (food, sleep, bathing) while the omega’s body is overwhelmed by their biology.
Alphas
When it comes to attracting a mate, alphas tend to resource guard.
They prioritize getting a good job, securing a house in a good neighborhood, near a good school. A good alpha does what it takes to be a perfect mate before looking for a mate.
On the opposite side of that coin, an alpha can trick an omega into mating with them by making false promises.
Alphas go into rut as soon as they reach maturity. When in rut, an alpha is coursing with testosterone. To ensure the alpha survives a rut, they evolved to mature slower than omegas and betas (the average age of maturity is 16-20 years old)
High amounts of testosterone can affect growth development and weaken the immune system.
Ruts encourage alphas to mate. It does not ensure that an alpha mates with his own mate. Similar to white tail deer, when male deer are in rut, they smell for doe that are also in heat.
They will approach the closest, available omega.
In the modern society, there are businesses made to assist alphas and omegas through heats and ruts (providing secure room to stop roaming, available toys, and volunteers to assist through their reproductive bouts).
In the old days, it was frowned upon to roam during a rut, but it still happened (most roaming-rutting-alphas were turned a blind eye)
Alphas also have the mate response.
Alphas also have 5 mating glands, in the same locations as omegas.
Good alphas (or mates) will prioritize taking care of their omega during and post gestation.
The only special ability is to "push" their pheromones to affect the people around them. They can instill fear, pride, aggression, lust – all very powerful, innate emotions.
Betas
Betas are more biologically similar to humans than to omegas and betas
Betas are able to detect pheromones, but they cannot produce pheromones.
Betas do not have a mate response because they do not have mate glands (or any glands)
They can invoke a mate response in omegas and betas.
Children
Children that are alphas, betas, or omegas are able to sense pheromones.
All alpha, beta, and omega children secrete the lactation inducing pheromone
They can also secrete a fear pheromone that can trigger an aggressive response from only alphas or omegas to protect against the fear trigger.
