tying alpha!toji down because he can’t keep his filthy knot to himself during your heat.
cw - smut, bondage, a/b/o mechanics, omega!reader, fem!reader, not proofread
“toji, i’m being serious. you’re not touching me until you can learn to pull out,” he didn’t even know why you were complaining. you loved being knotted by him, but apparently, it’s some sort of issue now that you’ve ran out of your birth control pills, and toji absolutely loathes condoms.
he expected you to last maybe half a day during your heat without him bedding and satiating you. you’re historically very needy during heats, and he’s more than willing to placate you over and over again. you’ll surely forget all about that pesky birth control and allow him to take care of you.
he ended up being the one coming to you. it had been a full day of your whines and cries filtering in and out of the bedroom. your scent was intoxicating, causing toji to have a permanent boner straining in his pants.
it was absolute torture, listening to his omega sob from dissatisfaction… especially when he knew that he had everything you needed. you were just so damn stubborn.
you were such a pretty sight to behold: arched up with your head thrown back. your eyes were squeezed shut as dewy tears slid down your cheeks. your body was flushed and trembling as you desperately rubbed your fingers in tight circles around your swollen clit.
“are you gonna quit being stubborn and let me help, princess? or am i going to have to keep hearing you all night?” he asked with a smug smirk, figuring you’d start begging for him right away.
“i-i don’t know. have you learned how to pull out?” even while completely wrecked, you were standing firm in your convictions.
“i don’t know. i haven’t tried yet,” he grinned, prowling closer to you in your nest. he knows that he could pounce on you and take an advantage of your… compromise positioning, but he much prefers when you beg and plead for it.
“ugh— you made me lose it,” you let out the most adorable frustrated growl that toji had ever had the pleasure of hearing, causing him to chuckle at your displeasure.
“you weren’t getting there anyway, doll. let me help ya,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest as his eyes cascaded over your body hungrily.
“shut up,” you snap, making him to raise an eyebrow at you. he doesn’t give up his amusement from your sudden attitude. no, he actually finds your bratty side just as endearing to him.
you get up and walk out of the bedroom briefly, letting toji’s confusion and curiosity eat at him until you return to the bedroom with a dining chair.
“sit,” you demand, and toji obeys after ripping his clothes away from his body with an expectant grin on his face.
“oh fuck yeah, you want to take what you need from me?” he asks as you reach into a bedside drawer. he’s assuming that you’re grabbing a bottle of lube even though he can see your glossy slick pooling and seeping from between your thighs. he licks his lips, feeling his mouth water from pure animalistic drive.
when you lean back up with ropes in your hand, his eyebrows furrow in confusion. how are you to ride him while being tied up..? he could easily jostle you around, throw you up and down his cock until your crying and gushing, but he didn’t necessarily know if that was safe to do while you’re bound.
imagine his surprise when you start restraining the ropes around his pretty scarred skin. the rough fabric hugged his muscles perfectly, creating the prettiest harness for him.
“what d’ya think you’re doing, doll? you aren’t that mad at me, are ya?” he asked as he sat still for you, letting you do your thing to him.
once he was fully restrained, he’d struggle against the ropes, letting out small grunts and disappointed groans when the bright red rope only tightens around his muscles, rubbing small burns into his skin that make him growl in displeasure.
your honeyed scent is killing him, absolutely filling the room to the brim with your scent of need. he knows you need him. right? you need toji to fix it for you, but you’ve went ahead and tied him to this damn chair at the foot of your bed.
he didn’t know a lowly omega in heat would be so ruthless when knotting the ropes over his bare abs and biceps. his wrists are even bound together behind the god forsaken chair. worst of all, there’s a band of rope looped over his waist so he can’t buck his hips. the thick braided thread rubs deliciously over his hardening length. only the thin fabric of his boxer briefs are protecting him from rope burn on his most sensitive appendage.
alphas are suppose to remain in control, but he absolutely let you play him like a fool.
all he can do is sit and watch as you crawl back into your nest, settling down on your back with your legs spread for him to gaze at your glistening pussy.
“let this serve as a lesson, toji,” you say to him, slowly bringing your fingers to your pouty lips before sucking on them to coat them in spit.
toji watches closely, studying every move your body makes while you’re on display for him. his jaw clenches, knowing that should be his fingers you’re sucking on.
when you pull them from your mouth with an obscene pop and slowly rub them over your swollen clit, toji immediately pulls hard from the chair. no way in hell is he going to watch you pitifully try to satisfy yourself while he can’t do a damn thing about it.
he’s your mate for crying out loud. his literal existence is tailored to pleasuring and treating you, but you want him to sit and watch as you do a piss poor job at doing his job?
“c’mon doll,” he pants, clenching his jaw as his dark green eyes flutter between staring at your pretty face and pussy. “i was only messin’ with ya. i’ll pull out— promise.”
you ignore him, knowing that he’s saying whatever he can so you’ll release him. you hum as your fingers continue to lightly rub and tease yourself for his viewing.
toji growls and curses. his body is aching for a taste of you. he knows he can bring you more pleasure than what you’re doing right now, but also, his cock is straining so hard against the ropes, it feels like he’s about to burst a blood vessel.
when you slip two fingers into your slick channel, something akin to a whine flees toji’s lips. he’s been reduced to a dog — sitting at the foot of your bed, watching helplessly as you leisurely pump your fingers in and out.
his hips try to buck upwards, and he lets out a strangled groan as the rope rubs up and down his length. it’s the only friction he can get right now.
“tojiii~” you whine, trying to reach the spot with your fingers that he knows all too well.
“i know, baby, i know,” he grunts, still awkwardly rocking his hips to get the smallest amount of friction. “let me out so i can take care of ya. c’mon, let your alpha take care of you,”
that sounds like a perfect idea, you think as you reach back over to the bedside drawer, pulling out a dildo that was completely modeled after toji’s cock — every ridge and vein for when he was gone on overnight hits.
“no,” he growls, seeing the look of mischief on your face. “that’s not—“
his words crumble as soon as he sees you wrap your pretty lips around the tip of the dildo. you’re so fucking stunning like this. he flexes his muscles, trying to break his way out of the chair to get to you.
the chair creaks in protest, and the ropes only grow tighter against his skin. he realizes he’s sweating as he watches you get up on your knees on the bed. your dildo on the mattress, pointed upwards so you can ride it right in front of him.
the look of relief on your face as you slowly stretch yourself out on his fake tip makes him nearly whine. he’s never begged for anything in his life, but he’s close to begging for you to let him out.
he’s completely enamored by the way you’re taking fake him so well. you’ve got tears in your eyes, undoubtedly feeling the slight burn of being filled so full, but he knows you can take it.
his hips move in sync with yours, letting the rope rub against his fat cock as you slowly adjust and bounce on your dildo.
“please—“ he finally grunts in a breathy whisper when you bottom out. he can barely take it anymore, watching you while not being able to touch himself.
“please what?” you taunt in a breathy tone, still slowly dragging your hips up and down along the pretty dildo.
toji doesn’t even know what he’s begging for. he only knows that he needs you carnally. “fucking, brat— you know i need you,”
“mmmph! sounds like you haven’t learned your lesson.”
oh and you look oh so pretty while taking his fake dick. he can’t even pull his eyes away from you. his hips are shakily rutting into the ropes, taking what little friction he can get in stride.
“fuck, toji..” you gasp, causing him to let out a strangled growl. his head tips back, and you take a moment to admire his big beefy body all tied down and sweaty. his pheromones are honestly starting to overpower yours, and it’s dizzying.
he’s basically whimpering, humping the air like a dog as his eyes are glued to how your slick folds are accepting the dildo so well. he can feel just how well you’d take him in this situation. he’d be able to feel every little flutter and clench around his thick cock.
“please,” he tries again. he’s broken for you. never in his life would he think that he would beg for anything, but you’re too sweet of a prize to let his pride ruin. “please doll… let your alpha come take care of you. i’ll… i’ll be good.”
meanwhile, your hips are bouncing up and down aggressively. the dildo modeled after his cock feels so damn good, filling you up entirely and nudging against the spot that makes you see stars, but it’s no where close to the real thing. still, toji’s scent and whimpering is enough to keep you going.
“yeah?” you pant, “you’ll be g-good? how so?”
the chair creaks as toji’s hips are working hard. he’s matching your pace, trying to picture you riding him like that. “i’ll lay down and let you use me.. fuck, you can take what you want from me, doll. i’m yours.. just please…”
the wet sounds of your sliding up and down the girthy rubber dildo along with the chair violently creaking with each pathetic hump toji’s hips make fill the air. he’s completely whimpering now, damn near sobbing about how he’ll be a good boy for his omega. you fear you’ve unlocked something deep inside him.
it’s all too much. your body begins to quiver as your muscles draw taut. you’re so close, and the nagging fear of not being able to finish without toji’s help slithers into your brain.
“god— fuucking dammit,” a strangled growl get your attention, and you look to see toji with his head tilted back. his rutting is messy and losing it’s rhythm. then, you see the wet spot in his boxers.
he came without any touch.
the pathetic sight is enough to throw your right over the edge, sending you into oblivion as you cry out on the dildo. toji’s still pumping his hips like he’s trying to telepathically fuck you through your orgasm.
after a moment, the room falls into a deadly quiet. you look at toji while panting, knowing you have to untie him and some point, and he’s going to give you hell to pay.
@theuniversesnepobaby here’s sub toji that you’ve been wanting
The calloused fingers tracing the edge of the ceramic mug were too large for the delicate thing, though Toji handled it with surprising care. Steam curled lazily from the chamomile tea inside—too sweet, but he’d added the extra honey anyway, just how he liked it. The kitchen was quiet save for the hum of the refrigerator, the dim overhead stovelight casting small shadows across his knuckles where they gripped the cup.
Down the hall, the bedroom door was cracked open. He could see the edge of the comforter tangled halfway off the mattress, the way it always was when sleep turned restless. He didn’t need to step closer to know the sheets would smell like salt and exhaustion, the pillowcase damp in patches. His throat tightened, but he forced his feet forward, the mug radiating warmth against his palm.
"You’re supposed to be asleep," Toji murmured, nudging the door wider with his hip. The figure curled on the bed didn’t stir, but the hunch of his shoulders said enough.
The tea found its place on the nightstand, condensation already beading on the ceramic. Toji sat heavily on the edge of the mattress, the springs groaning softly under his weight. He reached out without thinking, fingers brushing against the back of his neck—cold and sweaty, despite the blanket pulled up to his chin.
Toji’s fingers lingered against the chilled skin of his omega’s neck, the contrast between his rough touch and the fragility beneath it sharper than ever. The scent of chamomile mixed with something sour—suppressed grief, maybe, or the remnants of tears wiped away too quickly. He exhaled through his nose, slow and deliberate, before sliding his hand down to rest between his husband’s shoulder blades. The ridge of spine beneath his palm felt too pronounced, as if the weight of the last few days had carved him hollow.
"Tea’s gonna get cold," Toji said, voice lower than he intended. The words weren’t about the tea, and they both knew it.
A shaky inhale. Then, muffled against the pillow: "I don’t want it."
Toji’s jaw worked. He could’ve pushed—could’ve nudged the mug closer, reminded him that he had barely eaten since Friday–which was two days ago, that the hollows under his eyes were dark enough to bruise. Instead, he let his hand press a little firmer against his back, grounding. "Then don’t drink it," he conceded. "But you’re gonna sit up for me."
The mattress shifted as Toji leaned forward, his free hand sliding beneath his omega's shoulders to ease him upright. The movement was slow, deliberate—the way he'd handle a spooked animal, all measured pressure and no sudden motions. His husband's body resisted at first, limbs heavy with exhaustion, but eventually he relented, allowing himself to be guided up against the headboard. His face stayed turned away, the sharp line of his jaw clenched tight even as his fingers twisted weakly in the sheets.
Toji didn't comment on the damp streaks glistening on his cheeks. Instead, he reached for the mug again, pressing it gently into his omega's hands. The warmth seeped into his pale fingers immediately, his grip so loose Toji had to curl his own larger hands around them for a moment, just to make sure he wouldn't drop it. "There," he murmured, thumbs brushing over his knuckles. "Just hold it for now. Don't gotta drink."
A shuddering breath escaped his omega's lips, his shoulders curling inward as if the weight of the mug alone might crush him. The scent of honeyed chamomile wafted between them, undercut by something sharper—grief, thick enough to taste. Toji stayed close, his knee pressing into the mattress beside his hip, close enough that their body heat mingled in the scant space between them.
"Should've been stronger," his omega whispered finally, voice cracked at the edges. His fingers trembled around the ceramic. "I—I could've—"
Toji’s fingers tightened around his omega’s before he could stop himself—not enough to hurt, never enough to hurt, but enough to make the words stutter to a halt. The tea sloshed dangerously close to the rim of the mug, but neither of them moved to steady it. "Don’t," Toji growled, the sound rough but low. "Don’t fucking say that."
His omega flinched, but Toji didn’t let go. Instead, he shifted closer, his free hand cupping the back of his neck, forcing his forehead to rest against his own. The scent of salt and chamomile filled the space between them. "You think I give a single shit about ‘strong’?" Toji muttered, breath hot against his lips. "You’re here. That’s all that matters."
A broken noise escaped his omega’s throat, something between a sob and a laugh. "But—"
"No." Toji’s thumb brushed the hollow under his eye, smearing the dampness there. "Listen to me. This wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t you." The words came out sharper than he intended, but he needed them to stick, needed them to carve through the guilt festering in his husband’s chest. "You didn’t fail. You hear me? You didn’t."
Toji’s words hung heavy in the air, but they didn’t land—not really. His omega’s breath hitched, then fractured entirely, a wet, ragged sound tearing from his throat as his shoulders crumpled forward. The mug slipped from his grasp, tea splashing across the duvet, but Toji caught it before it could shatter against the floor, tossing it carelessly onto the nightstand. His hands were back on his husband in an instant, gripping his wrists as his omega’s fingers clawed at his own chest, like he could dig out the grief festering there.
"I felt it," his omega choked out, voice shredded. "I felt when—when it stopped." The last word cracked like a whip, and then he was sobbing, really sobbing, his entire body convulsing with the force of it. Toji hauled him forward, crushing him against his chest as his omega’s fists pounded weakly against his ribs—once, twice—before going limp, fingers twisting desperately in Toji’s shirt. "I hate this," he gasped, the words muffled against Toji’s collarbone. "I hate that I couldn’t—fuck—"
Toji’s arms tightened around him, one hand cradling the back of his head as his husband’s cries turned raw, guttural. He didn’t try to shush him. Didn’t tell him it would be okay. He just held him, let him scream into his shoulder, let him shake apart in his arms, his own jaw clenched so tight his teeth ached. The anger was there, simmering under his skin—not at him, never at him—but at the fucking universe for carving this pain into someone who deserved it least.
His omega’s nails dug into his back, sharp even through the fabric. "It’s not fair," he spat, the words ragged with fury. "We wanted them. We—god—we picked out names." The last syllable broke into a wail, and Toji’s grip on him turned bruising, his nose buried in his hair as his own vision blurred. He hadn’t cried. Not yet. But feeling him like this—the way his body heaved with every sob, the way his scent had gone sour with anguish—it was fucking breaking him.
"Let it out," Toji growled against his temple, his voice rough. "Fucking let it out." He didn’t care if the neighbors heard. Didn’t care if the whole goddamn world heard. His husband had been swallowing this grief for days, choking on it, and Toji would be damned if he didn’t let him scream it into the open air.
His omega went rigid for a moment, as if fighting the urge to collapse entirely.
Then he broke.
Completely shattered.
A sound tore from his throat—something primal, something wounded—and Toji felt it in his own ribs, a phantom ache. His husband clawed at his shoulders, his hips, anywhere he could reach, like he was trying to anchor himself. "Why us?" he gasped, forehead pressed hard against Toji’s sternum. "Why—why our baby?" The question was a blade, and Toji had no answer to give. Only the steady press of his palms against his back, the unyielding heat of his body.
The anger burned hotter then, sudden and vicious. His omega reared back, eyes wild, teeth bared. "I should’ve known," he snarled, fingers twisting in Toji’s shirt. "I should’ve—felt it sooner, done something—!" His voice cracked, and then his fists were slamming into Toji’s chest—once, twice—weak punches that barely registered before he collapsed forward again, his breath coming in sharp, wet hitches.
Toji caught his wrists, not to stop him, but to hold him together. "You couldn’t," he said, low and firm. "You hear me? You couldn’t." His omega whimpered, a broken sound, and Toji hauled him closer, tucking him under his chin. "This wasn’t your fault," he repeated, lips moving against his hair. "It wasn’t. It wasn’t."
His husband shuddered, then went still—too still. For a heartbeat, Toji thought he’d finally exhausted himself. Then, with a ragged inhale, his omega whispered, "But what if it was?" The words were so quiet, so small, that Toji barely caught them. His grip tightened instinctively. "What if—what if I did something wrong? What if I—"
"Stop." Toji’s voice was sharp, but his hands were gentle, framing his husband’s face. "Look at me." When he didn’t, Toji ducked his head, forcing their eyes to meet. His omega’s lashes were clumped with tears, his cheeks flushed and damp. "You didn’t," he said, each word deliberate. "You loved them. You wanted them. That’s all that fucking matters."
His omega stared at him, lips trembling. Then, with a ragged sob, he buried his face in Toji’s neck again, his body wracked with silent cries. Toji held him, one hand cradling the back of his head, the other splayed across his spine, as if he could press the shattered pieces of him back together through sheer will alone.
Minutes passed—or maybe hours. The room grew dimmer, the shadows stretching longer across the floor. Eventually, the sobs quieted to hiccups, then to uneven breaths. Toji didn’t move. Didn’t loosen his hold. Not until his omega shifted, his fingers uncurling from Toji’s shirt to press weakly against his chest.
"M’ sorry," he mumbled, voice hoarse. "I—I didn’t mean to—"
"Don’t." Toji’s hand slid down to cup his jaw, thumb brushing the redness of his cheek. "Don’t apologize. Not for this."
His omega swallowed hard, then nodded, his gaze dropping to where his fingers now rested limp on Toji’s chest. The silence between them wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t suffocating anymore—just heavy, like a shared weight.
Toji exhaled slowly, then reached for the discarded mug on the nightstand. The tea had gone cold, but he drained it in one gulp anyway, the bitterness of oversteeped chamomile coating his tongue. "We should eat," he said, setting the mug down with a clink.
His husband shook his head, pressing closer to Toji’s side as if he could disappear into him. "Not hungry."
"You will be." Toji pressed a kiss to his temple, then shifted to stand—only for his omega’s fingers to tighten in his shirt with surprising strength.
"Stay," he whispered, voice cracking. "Just—just a little longer."
Toji hesitated, then sank back onto the mattress, pulling his husband into his lap. He didn’t speak—didn’t trust himself to say the right thing—but his arms wrapped around him all the same, solid and unyielding. His omega melted into the embrace, his forehead resting against Toji’s shoulder, his breath warm against his collarbone.
The silence stretched, thick with unsaid words. Then, a shuddering inhale. "I keep thinking—" His omega’s voice was raw, barely audible. "What if I dream about them? What if I see them and—and it hurts?" His fingers twisted in Toji’s shirt again, knuckles white. "I don’t want to forget, but I don’t want to remember either."
Toji’s throat tightened. He hadn’t considered that—the way grief could twist even sleep into a battlefield. His hand slid up his omega’s spine, fingers threading through his hair. "Then you wake me up," he said, voice rough. "Every time. You wake me up, and I’ll be here."
His omega made a sound—half a sob, half a laugh—and pressed closer, his nails digging into Toji’s back. "You can’t fix this," he murmured, the words muffled against his skin.
"I know." Toji’s grip tightened. "But I can be here."
Authors note: Well I’m back on a small steady track of posting stories. I hope to keep it going but generally we’ll see. Anyway I hoped you enjoyed, please leave any tips, comments, or suggestions down below.
Alpha!Husband Gojo who crawls into your messy little nest in an attempt to comfort you, only for his approach to make you tense and scoot way as you sit up.
Omega!Wife who is usually much of a ball of affection, so Gojo knows it's just her hormones overwhelming her. Though he couldn't help his protective alpha instincts to push him into making you feel at ease immediately.
Alpha!Husband Gojo would roll over gently, laying on his back half inside your nest while offering his head and a warm bare neck in your lap; trying to come off less intimating.
Omega!Wife who brings up a hand hesitantly, burying her dainty fingers in his soft snowy locks. It's true indeed—contact with your alpha helps the heat. You blush.
Alpha!Husband Gojo who has a smile tucked on his lips, finding that you're getting more comfortable around him as the heat passes.
Omega!Wife who leaves little bite marks which could only be justified with her bad pain or need for affection. Your husband doesn't mind—rather adores it. Those short canines could hardly break skin anyway.
Alpha!Husband Gojo who scoops up the omega and spins her in the air to sooth her sulky mood, listening to her giggles. He loves her cute little smile that only gets bigger.
Omega!Wife who has a hint of sweetness in her scent whenever in heat, and the effect it has on Gojo is pathetic. It gets him clingy and stubbornly possessive.
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alpha toji does not want anymore kids, but that doesn’t mean shit to you in the middle of your heat
he has you in a prone bone, dropping his hips down hard and mean, thrusting into you as deep as he can so you can feel him in your stomach.
“tooojiii”
“yeah baby?”, he says with a big smirk on his face as he licks behind your ear, making your head lean up a bit.
“want it, you’re kn-knot”
he giggles, “can’t give it to you right now pretty girl, don’t wanna knock you up”
“but i need it, need it so baaaaad!”
you’re sobbing while he’s laughing. he thinks he’s got it in control, has slept with enough omegas to know how to keep his alpha instincts in check. or so he tells himself.
“shhhh, just be quiet and take it. just let me make you feel better pretty.”
you dig your nails in the covers of your bed at his hips slapping into yours even harder.
“but i can’t feel…hmmm…better unless y-you gimme your knot!”
he ignores you and keeps licking at your ear, trying to keep both of your minds off of it.
completely pissing you off.
“alpha! need your knot! give it to me! please please please! gonna die without it!”
he really laughs at that.
“don’t be so dramatic baby. just hold on, alpha’s gonna make you feel all better real soon.”
you whine, his answer not good enough for your heat-ridden mind.
“toji…need you to fill me up…all the way…keep it inside, please? i’ll be so good, p-please be a good alpha and knot me!”
toji falters at that, not expecting your words to reach his very controlled alpha instincts.
he leans down and wraps you up in his arms, putting his heavy body weight on you and holding you up at the same time. he picks up his pace and drops his hips down into you harder, making your eyes roll back in your head. he moves his head down to lick at your scent gland.
all of the new stimulation has you babbling “knot knot knot” over and over in his ear.
he grunts and sucks on your scent gland, trying to get you to shut up and get his body to stop listening to you. he’s close and trying to hard not to fuck up now. unfortunately, you know his body too well and can tell how close he is by the arrhythmia of his thrusts.
“yes! yes alpha! please! please give me your knot! want to feel you so deep inside! w-want to feel it for days! please be a good alpha and fill your omega up nice and deep with your knot!”
fuck.
he can’t help it when he growls loud and mean and sinks his teeth in your shoulder, his hips still and his knot that he was so desperately trying to pull out locks in place. both of you reach your climax together at you fitting together like a puzzle, ropes and ropes of his cum filling you up all the way to the brim.
you drop your head into the covers in exhaustion, shivers taking over your body. he leans up and looks down in disbelief.
he can’t believe he really fucking did that.
when his knot deflates after emptying everything he had into you, your climbing into his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck.
“thank you toji! you’re the best alpha ever!”
he pouts, “i’m going to go get you a muzzle before your next wave starts.”
Animals (Alpha!Sukuna X Alpha!Toji X Omega!Reader) Pt.1
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Warnings: Obvious A/B/O dynamics, suggestive comments or actions, just generally Minors DNI-just in case. This will be similar to Pink Pony Club and Sins, where I just mark every chapter as 18+
The small town was nothing special—just a handful of streets, a couple of diners, and one overpriced grocery store that barely stocked anything decent. You weren’t sure why you stopped here of all places, but it was the last bit of civilization before the endless stretch of dense forest took over. You had no real intention of staying long, just long enough to grab a coffee and maybe some supplies before heading back to your temporary cabin rental.
The bell above the café door jingled as you stepped inside, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mixing with something richer—something inherently Alpha. You rolled your shoulders, forcing yourself to ignore the way your instincts tensed in response. The last thing you needed was to deal with some overconfident Alpha trying to get too close.
The café was mostly empty, save for a couple of older locals chatting in the corner and—unfortunately—two men seated near the window.
You noticed them immediately.
One was broad and dark-haired, sitting back in his chair like he owned the whole damn place, his sharp green eyes dragging over you as if sizing you up. His aura was overwhelming, dangerous, the kind of Alpha who could break a person in half with those hands alone.
The other was just as bad—tall, pink-haired, covered in tattoos, his expression twisting into something wicked the moment he locked eyes with you. He leaned forward slightly, like a predator catching sight of prey, his smirk sharp enough to cut.
“Didn’t know we were expecting company, huh, Toji?” the pink-haired one mused, eyes never leaving you.
The dark-haired one—Toji, apparently—tilted his head, gaze heavy and unreadable. “Looks like the town finally got interesting.”
You clenched your jaw, fighting the heat creeping up your spine. Their scents were overwhelming, the sheer presence of two Alphas like them making your instincts stir against your better judgment.
You weren’t stupid—you knew their kind. The type of Alphas who took what they wanted, who didn’t take no for an answer.
And the way they were both looking at you? Like they had already decided you were theirs?
Yeah. Not happening.
You exhaled sharply, forcing yourself to walk past them toward the counter without a second glance.
You had barely placed your order when you felt them move.
The air shifted, thick with their combined presence, and before you could even consider an escape, they were flanking you—one on either side.
"Didn’t mean to scare you off," the pink-haired one drawled, voice laced with amusement. "We don’t get a lot of pretty little Omegas wandering into town all alone."
You turned your head just enough to glare at him, refusing to acknowledge the way your heart kicked up at his proximity. Up close, he was even more devastating—lean muscle wrapped in inked skin, his eyes burning with something dark and hungry.
"I wasn’t scared," you shot back, voice steady despite the way your instincts were screaming at you to either run or submit. "Just uninterested."
The dark-haired one—Toji—let out a low chuckle, the sound deep enough to send a shiver down your spine. "That so?" he murmured, arms crossing over his broad chest. "Funny. You don’t smell uninterested."
Your fingers curled into fists. "What do you want?"
"Relax, sweetheart," Sukuna smirked, leaning against the counter like he had all the time in the world. "Just being friendly. Figured we should introduce ourselves, since we’re gonna be seeing a lot of each other."
"Doubtful," you muttered.
"Toji Fushiguro," the dark-haired one said smoothly, completely ignoring your resistance. "And this asshole is Sukuna. We live just outside of town."
"In a cozy little cabin," Sukuna added, his grin widening. "You should come by sometime. We’d show you a good time."
Your eye twitched. "Not happening."
Toji’s smirk only deepened. "We’ll see."
The way he said it made your stomach flip—because it wasn’t a question, wasn’t even a challenge. It was a promise.
The barista slid your coffee and a small paper bag across the counter, their eyes flickering between you and the two Alphas hovering far too close. You grabbed your order quickly, muttering a quiet "thanks," before turning on your heel, ready to leave.
But, of course, neither of them were willing to let you go that easily.
"Running off already?" Sukuna teased, shifting just enough to make you sidestep around him. His smirk was all sharp teeth, amusement dancing in his crimson eyes. "Thought we were just getting to know each other."
"Yeah," Toji added, his tone lazy but his gaze sharp as ever. "You sure you don’t wanna stick around? Bet we could make it worth your while."
You huffed, gripping your coffee cup a little tighter. "Not interested."
Sukuna let out a low chuckle, watching you like a predator watching its next meal. "You keep saying that, but your scent’s telling a different story."
Your steps faltered for half a second—barely noticeable, but they noticed.
Toji tilted his head, eyes glinting. "Cute how hard you’re fighting it."
Your teeth clenched as you willed yourself to keep walking. "I’m not fighting anything. You two are just unbearable."
Sukuna let out a mock-offended gasp, clutching his chest. "Ouch, sweetheart. You wound me."
You rolled your eyes and finally pushed past them, making a beeline for the door.
"You’ll come around," Toji called after you, voice filled with certainty.
"Don’t take too long," Sukuna added, grin audible in his tone. "We’re very patient men, but even we have limits."
You didn’t look back.
~~~
Walking back into town the next morning wasn’t planned.
It was supposed to be a quiet day, maybe spent exploring the woods a little or reading in peace. But, of course, your car had other ideas. The damn thing had sputtered, coughed, and promptly died a mile from your cabin, leaving you with no choice but to trek back into town under the early morning sun.
By the time you reached the small auto shop at the edge of town, you were already in a sour mood, muttering curses under your breath as you pushed open the door.
And then you saw them.
Sukuna and Toji, both standing by an old pickup truck, covered in grease and sweat, sleeves pushed up to their elbows as they worked under the hood.
You stopped dead in your tracks.
Of course.
Toji was the first to notice you, wiping his hands off on a rag before leaning lazily against the truck. His sharp green eyes raked over you, that damn smirk already tugging at his lips.
"Well, well," he drawled, voice rich with amusement. "Didn’t expect to see you again so soon, sweetheart."
Sukuna lifted his head from under the hood, a smear of grease across his cheek, and grinned. "Guess you couldn’t stay away."
You exhaled sharply, forcing your expression into something neutral. "Don’t flatter yourselves. My car broke down."
Toji’s smirk widened. "That so?"
"Mm," Sukuna mused, rubbing his jaw like he was deep in thought. "Sounds like fate to me."
You rolled your eyes. "Or bad luck."
Sukuna chuckled, stepping closer, the scent of engine oil and Alpha heat making your instincts stir in a way you refused to acknowledge. "Either way, looks like you need some help."
"I don’t suppose there’s anyone else here who can fix a car?" you asked flatly, glancing around the mostly empty shop.
Toji tsked, shaking his head. "Now, that hurts. You think we’re not good with our hands?"
Sukuna grinned, licking his lips. "We’re real good with our hands, sweetheart."
You clenched your jaw, determined not to let them get to you. "Just fix my car."
Toji chuckled, tossing his rag aside. "You got it, Omega."
Your face heated, but you held your ground, arms crossed as you watched them.
This was not how you wanted to start your morning.
Fixing your car meant one thing you weren’t happy about—showing them where you were staying.
You let out a long sigh, rubbing your temple as the realization settled in. The only way they could fix the damn thing was if they saw it, which meant letting them follow you back to your cabin.
As if reading your reluctance, Toji slung an arm over Sukuna’s shoulder, smirking. "You look like you just swallowed something bitter, sweetheart."
Sukuna chuckled, wiping his hands off on an already dirty rag. "She’s probably pissed she has to let us into her little den." His crimson eyes gleamed as he tilted his head at you. "Don’t worry, Omega. We’ll be on our best behavior."
Somehow, you doubted that.
You inhaled slowly, schooling your expression. "Can you fix it or not?"
Toji made a show of stretching his arms above his head, his shirt riding up just enough to reveal more of that muscled stomach. You definitely weren’t looking. Not at all.
"Yeah, we can fix it," he said, grinning lazily. "But we’ll need to see it first."
You clenched your jaw, then turned sharply toward the door. "Fine. Just follow me."
As you stepped outside, the warm morning air did nothing to cool the heat simmering under your skin. This was a bad idea. Letting two cocky Alphas—who had already made their intentions painfully clear—anywhere near your space was practically asking for trouble.
The sound of heavy boots crunching against gravel followed behind you, their presence impossible to ignore.
"Hope you’ve got a nice place," Sukuna mused as they reached their truck. "Wouldn’t mind seeing what kind of nest a stubborn little Omega like you builds."
You shot him a glare over your shoulder. "You’re fixing my car. That’s it."
Toji just chuckled, climbing into the driver’s seat while Sukuna slid into the passenger side. "Sure, sweetheart," he said, starting the engine. "Whatever you say."
~~~
You stood with your arms crossed as Sukuna wiped his hands off on a rag, looking far too pleased with himself despite the bad news. Toji leaned against the hood of your car, shaking his head.
"Looks like we need a part sent in," Toji said, voice calm but firm. "Fuel pump’s shot. Ain’t something we can just patch up."
You exhaled sharply, staring at your poor, lifeless car like you could will it back to life. "How long?"
Sukuna shrugged. "Depends on when the shop gets the part. Could be a few days, maybe a week."
Your stomach twisted at the thought. You weren’t planning on staying in town long, and now you were stuck—without a car and at the mercy of them.
"Great," you muttered under your breath.
Toji pushed off the car and pulled out his phone, glancing at you. "Here."
You blinked as he held it out. "What?"
"Put your number in."
You scoffed. "Why?"
Sukuna rolled his eyes. "So we can let you know when your part comes in, genius."
You hesitated, still suspicious, but you took his phone and quickly punched in your number before handing it back.
Toji smirked but didn’t say anything. Instead, he typed something, and a second later, your phone buzzed in your pocket.
You didn’t have to check to know he’d sent you a text.
Sukuna held out his own phone next. "Mine too."
You sighed but repeated the process, handing it back as quickly as possible.
This time, Sukuna actually smiled—not his usual smug grin, but something softer. Something almost… genuine.
"Look," he said, slipping his phone into his pocket, "if you need to go anywhere, just call. We’ll drive you."
You blinked. No teasing. No smugness. Just a simple offer.
Toji nodded, arms crossed over his chest. "No strings. Just don’t want you walking everywhere like a dumbass."
You frowned, unsure how to respond. Accepting help from them felt like opening a door you weren’t sure you wanted to walk through. But at the same time… being stuck out here, alone, without a car? Not exactly ideal.
Finally, you sighed. "Fine. But only if I really need to."
Sukuna chuckled. "Sure, Omega. Whatever you say."
You shot him a glare, but this time, he didn’t push it.
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Someday, Somewhere, Somehow, You'll Love Again. [Chapter 5]
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TW: Mentions of past abuse & Spanking
Your fever finally broke overnight.
You awoke feeling... lighter. The dense fog that had clouded your thoughts and senses was gone, leaving behind a strange clarity you weren’t used to. Your body, though still sore and sluggish, no longer burned with the relentless weight that had stolen your ability to think. For the first time in days, your mind felt like it was your own. Whatever you were injected with was gone as well.
Your ears twitched as the sound of soft voices reached you. Yuji and Megumi were speaking outside the room, their words muffled but calm. They had been a constant presence, always nearby, always watching over you.
“Bunny?” the pink haired omega you had surmised named Yuji, voice was soft as he knocked gently on the door before peeking inside.
The omega with dark hair - Megumi stood behind him, his arms crossed but his expression relaxed. “You awake?”
You blinked at them, sitting up slowly in the bed. The familiar nest of blankets you’d curled into during your fever cradled you protectively.
Yuji’s smile brightened when he saw you, his warm brown eyes soft with relief. He walked closer to you and placed an open palm to your forehead. His hand had a soothing warmth to it, his scent caught your nose - he smelt like fresh lemons and limes, you resisted the urge to lean into it.“Your fever’s gone. That’s good.”
Megumi nodded, his sharp gaze scanning you carefully. He remained at the door but you were wrapped up in his scent because of the nest you sat in. He smelt like…the woods, expansive but safe. “Do you feel better?”
You hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Better,” you murmured, your voice hoarse but steady.
Yuji beamed, stepping further into the room. “We have something to show you. Think you’re up for it?”
They led you down the hall, their footsteps careful to match your slower pace. The scents of the halls or ‘omega wing’ as they called it, was calming, familiar—Yuji’s warmth, Megumi’s cool steadiness, and the faint trace of sandalwood that lingered throughout the manor.
When you reached the door to the room, Yuji stopped and turned to you, his smile full of excitement. “This is yours now.”
Megumi opened the door, revealing the space beyond.
Your breath caught. The room was soft and inviting, filled with a mix of pastel colors and neutral tones. The bed was piled high with blankets and pillows of different shapes and sizes, surrounded by carefully arranged stuffed toys. Along one wall stood a closet filled with neatly folded clothes in light colors that reminded you of spring—you couldn’t wait to touch it. There was even a shelf filled with small nesting materials: extra cushions, more plush toys, and some cloud-shaped pillows. A large mirror took space on the opposite wall, giving a clear view of the private garden you had visited before.
“We got everything set up,” Yuji said, watching your reaction closely. “But you can organize it however you want. It’s your space.”
Megumi nodded, leaning against the doorframe. He never got closer than was comfortable but was never far behind. “If something’s missing, let us know. We’ll get it.”
You stepped inside cautiously, your hands brushing against the soft bedding. The blankets were light and fluffy under your fingers, and the faint scent of lavender tickled your nose. You turned back to them. Did they want you to say something? Do something? They never seemed to push or voice what they wanted, it was all so confusing.
Yuji seemed to sense your hesitation. “Try it out,” he encouraged, gesturing toward the bed.
You climbed onto the bed slowly, your body sinking into the soft mattress as you buried yourself in the layers of blankets and pillows. The sensation was soothing, wrapping you in a cocoon of comfort.
“Good?” Yuji asked, tilting his head with a hopeful smile.
You nestled deeper into the bed, nodding slightly. “Good,” you whispered.
Yuji’s smile widened, and Megumi’s posture relaxed slightly. They didn’t say anything else, letting you take your time exploring the space.
As the hours passed, you found yourself settling into the room. The clarity in your mind allowed you to focus on small things—the way the blankets felt against your skin, the scent of the freshly washed clothes, the quiet hum of the manor around you.
Yuji and Megumi were close by, their presence steady but unobtrusive. They didn’t hover, didn’t push. When they spoke to you, they kept their voices soft, their words simple.
“Good?” Yuji would ask, and you’d nod.
“Need anything?” Megumi would add, and you’d shake your head.
They didn’t ask more than that, and you were grateful.
You started speaking in small bursts—single words or short phrases—but they never pushed for more.
“Water,” you’d say, and Yuji would bring it to you immediately, his smile warm and encouraging.
“Soft,” you muttered once, pointing at a blanket, and Megumi nodded, moving it closer to you without question.
Even when you hesitated, unsure how to articulate what you wanted, they waited patiently, never rushing you.
But despite their gentleness, you found yourself hesitating to accept their affection. You weren’t sure how to handle the way Yuji would reach out, offering a hand to hold, or the way Megumi’s steady gaze seemed to ask silent questions you didn’t know how to answer.
When Yuji got too close to your nest - to your space - you hissed at him. The look of shock on his face made you sink back into the pillows. You were expecting a shout or a hit across the face. But Yuji did nothing but smile softly and back away slowly.
Yuji and Megumi spoke softly. “She’s getting territorial. I think that’s a good thing.”
You heard their words but didn’t know how to respond. You wanted to trust them, but the fear lingered, holding you back. Soon enough they would turn harsh just like everyone else. Alpha Gojo’s kindness would run out and he’ll expect more from you. More from your body. But just like before, you have nowhere to escape to.
Your nest became your sanctuary, the one place where you felt completely safe. You arranged it carefully, stacking pillows and blankets in a way that felt right. When Yuji or Megumi tried to approach it again, either with snack or water, you bristled, shaking your head firmly.
“Not here,” you said, your voice quiet but certain.
They respected it without question, staying just outside the boundaries of your space. You would eat and drink with them in the living area on the soft couches watching ‘cartoons’.
Life with Yuji and Megumi was... strange. They didn’t force themselves on you, didn’t demand anything you couldn’t give. They didn’t watch you undress or bathe, didn’t ask you to act in ways that made you uncomfortable.
It was strange, but it was safe.
For the first time, you started to relax a little.
Later that afternoon, as you sat with them in the living area, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders and a stuffed bunny that Yuji gave you in your arms, as you watched a show on the screen. Yuji laughed at something on the screen, his voice warm and full of life, while Megumi’s soft chuckle followed.
It was comforting, their easy presence, the way they included you without expectation.
At some point, Yuji turned to you, his expression soft. “We never introduced ourselves properly, did we?”
You tilted your head, watching him curiously. You already guessed who was who but you allowed him to continue.
“I’m Yuji,” he said, pointing to himself. “And that’s Megumi.”
Megumi nodded, his gaze meeting yours.
“Do you have a name? We can’t just keep calling you Bunny” Yuji asked gently.
You hesitated, your fingers tightening around the edge of the blanket. “Bunny,” you said quietly.
Yuji tilted his head. “Just Bunny?”
You nodded, unsure why the question made your chest feel tight. Yuji was expecting something different. But Bunny was all you’d ever been.
“That’s okay,” Yuji said, his voice warm. “You can pick a real name whenever you want. Whatever feels right.”
Megumi nodded in agreement. “It’s your choice. No one else’s.”
You stared at them for a moment, their words settling over you like a warm blanket. The thought of choosing your own name felt strange, but... maybe not bad.
A real name.
The quiet was interrupted by a faint ping. Megumi glanced at the small device in his hand—the thing Yuji called a cell phone.
“We have to meet with Gojo,” Megumi said, his voice low.
Yuji nodded, standing and stretching. “We’ll be back soon, Bunny.”
Megumi handed you a small container of snacks, his sharp gaze softening as he watched you. “Rest in your nest. We’ll check on you when we’re done.”
You nodded, clutching the snacks to your chest as you stood and made your way back to your room.
Once inside, you settled into your nest, the blankets wrapping around you. The clarity in your mind allowed you to think, to feel, to trust just a little more.
And for the first time, you thought maybe... just maybe... this place could be home.
–~
Megumi’s phone vibrated on the table, the bright screen casting a glow across the dimly lit Omega living area. He leaned forward, frowning as he swiped it open.
"Come to my office. Bring Yuji. It’s important."
The text was from Gojo.
“What is it?” Yuji asked, noticing the way Megumi’s expression shifted.
“Gojo wants us in his office,” Megumi replied, standing up and pocketing his phone. He turned to you, who was nestled comfortably in the corner of the couch. “Bunny, go back to your nest, okay? We won’t be gone long.”
You blinked at him, your ears twitching slightly, but you nodded. Slowly, you slid off the couch, your blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders as you padded back to your room.
Once you were safely out of sight, Megumi exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Let’s go.”
The two Omegas left the safety of the living area, stepping into the broader, more active halls of the public wing of the manor. The energy here was different—busier, sharper. The scent of Alphas and Betas lingered heavily in the air, a stark contrast to the calm and familiar scents of the Omega wing.
As they approached Gojo’s office, Megumi’s sharp ears picked up the faint murmur of voices inside. He pushed open the door, stepping in with Yuji close behind.
The first thing Megumi noticed was the familiar figure sitting on the chair near Gojo’s desk.
“Nanamin!” Yuji’s voice burst with excitement. Before Megumi could say anything, Yuji darted across the room toward Nanami, his movements as unguarded as ever.
Nanami turned just in time to brace himself for Yuji’s enthusiastic greeting. Yuji wrapped his arms around Nanami in a quick embrace before pulling back slightly, brushing his head against Nanami’s neck. The warm, cedarwood-and-rain scent of Nanami mixed with Yuji’s softer spice and sunshine.
“It’s good to see you, Nanami,” Yuji said brightly.
Nanami adjusted his glasses, his expression remaining as composed as ever. “It’s good to see you too, Yuji.”
Megumi followed more slowly, his greeting quieter but no less sincere. “Welcome back, Nanami.”
Nanami nodded. “Megumi.”
Megumi liked Nanami. Unlike all the others, Nanami was a standard Alpha. Authoritative in his own right but the lack of that sharp dangerous animalistic instincts made him more approachable than the others.
“Alright, kids, enough catching up,” Gojo’s voice broke through the moment, his usual playful tone undercut by an edge of seriousness. He gestured to the chairs in front of his desk. “Sit.”
Gojo leaned back in his chair, spinning it slightly as he surveyed them both. “First things first—Yuji, how’s Bunny doing?”
Yuji’s face lit up immediately, his earlier nervousness replaced with genuine excitement. “She’s doing great! Well, better,” he corrected quickly. “She’s still a little shy, but—” He paused, grinning. “She’s started speaking a few words!”
Gojo’s eyebrows rose, and for a moment, the sharpness in his expression softened into something warmer. “Really?”
“Yuji nodded eagerly.
A genuine smile spread across Gojo’s face. “That’s great news, Yuji.” He leaned back in his chair, looking thoughtful. “We’ll have to pay her a visit later today.”
Megumi’s lips twitched slightly, but he said nothing.
When Yuji told Gojo that your name was simply ‘Bunny’ and that they told you to choose a name for yourself, he simply hummed and smiled in response.
The lightness in Gojo’s tone faded as he turned his attention back to the matter at hand. “Now, let’s talk about you two.”
Yuji and Megumi exchanged a glance. Megumi’s brows furrowed slightly as he noticed the stack of papers on Gojo’s desk. Whatever this meeting was about, it wasn’t going to be good.
Gojo leaned back in his chair, spinning it slightly as he gestured to the papers. “Before we start, let’s make something clear. I didn’t call you here to mess around. This is important—serious.”
Yuji nodded, his usual energy dimmed by the weight in Gojo’s voice.
Gojo picked up the stack of papers and handed them to Megumi. “Read this. It’s from Shoko.”
Megumi took the document, his sharp eyes scanning the title: “Care and Management of Bunny Hybrids.”
Yuji leaned over, glancing at the papers as Megumi flipped through them. The information was detailed, clinical, and thorough. It explained everything from dietary needs to nesting behaviors, but one section stood out in particular:
Bunny Hybrids do not have regular heat cycles like other hybrids. However, they may exhibit heat-like symptoms triggered by proximity to Alphas, especially Prime Alphas.
Megumi’s jaw tightened as he read the section again, the implications sinking in.
Yuji frowned, his lips pressing into a thin line. “So... what does this mean for Bunny?”
“It means,” Gojo began, “that we need to be careful with how she’s introduced to Alphas. She hasn’t reacted to me, which is okay, but that doesn’t mean she won’t react to others.”
He glanced at Nanami, who nodded slightly.
“That’s why we’re taking this one step at a time,” Nanami said. His calm, steady voice filled the room. “We’ll introduce her to each Alpha individually. I’ll meet her first, and after she’s comfortable, Toji and Sukuna will follow. The goal is to avoid overwhelming her.”
Megumi’s grip on the papers tightened slightly at the mention of Toji and Sukuna. He trusted Nanami, but the thought of you being around those two made his stomach twist uncomfortably.
“Why all of this now?” Megumi asked, his voice sharper than he intended.
Nanami exhaled slowly. “Because there’s something else you need to know. Something Shoko, Gojo and I confirmed while I was away.”
The atmosphere in the room shifted, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.
Nanami’s hazel eyes met Megumi’s, and for the first time, his usual calm seemed tinged with something darker. “We have reason to believe that Bunny may have been a victim of a hybrid sex trafficking ring.”
The words hit like a blow, the weight of them settling over the room like a suffocating blanket.
Yuji’s eyes widened, his breath hitching. “What?” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Megumi felt his stomach churn, a mix of anger and nausea rising in his chest. “Are you... sure?”
Gojo nodded grimly. “Her behavior, the scar near her hip—it all fits the profile. The removed tracker suggests she was sold through a private network. The men who had her likely weren’t her original handlers.”
Yuji clenched his fists, his scent spiking slightly as his emotions surged. “But she’s here now! She’s safe, right?”
“She’s safe,” Gojo interjected firmly, his voice sharper than usual. “We’re going to keep it that way. But you need to understand what this means. Bunny has been through hell. You’ve seen the signs yourself.”
Megumi’s mind raced as Gojo’s words sank in. He thought back to every strange behavior you’d exhibited since they brought you home. The way you undressed in front of them without hesitation, like it was normal. The way you returned affection, not because you wanted to, but because you seemed to think it was expected. The way you flinched at sudden movements, your wary eyes darting toward any loud noise.
It all painted a picture he didn’t want to acknowledge, but now couldn’t ignore.
“She...” Megumi’s voice caught in his throat. He swallowed hard, forcing the words out. “She undressed in front of us. I thought... I thought it was just her being unfamiliar with boundaries.”
Yuji looked down, his fists still clenched. “She always looks so scared when we try to show her affection, or touch her. Like she’s waiting for something bad to happen.”
Nanami’s expression softened slightly. “That’s why we need to approach this carefully. She needs time to adjust, to heal. Forcing anything on her will only make things worse.”
Gojo leaned forward, his elbows resting on his desk. “This is going to be hard—for all of us. But Bunny needs us to be patient. She needs to know she’s safe here.”
Megumi nodded slowly, the weight of the situation settling over him. He would do whatever it took to make sure you felt safe.
Yuji’s voice was quieter now, filled with determination. “We’ll take care of her. Whatever it takes.”
Nanami’s gaze softened, his steady presence filling the room. “I know you will. That’s why I’m here—to make sure we all do this right.”
The weight of Gojo’s and Nanami’s words lingered in the room, the gravity of Bunny’s situation pressing heavily on Megumi’s chest. He hated the helplessness he felt. But just as he was gathering his thoughts, Gojo’s sharp voice broke through his haze.
“And now,” Gojo said, leaning forward in his chair, his usual playful tone replaced by something colder, sharper, “we need to talk about you two.”
Megumi stiffened, his jaw tightening.
Gojo’s intense gaze pinned them both in their seats. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? You disobeyed me. You went behind my back to that facility, risking yourselves and the organization’s standing in the process.”
Yuji opened his mouth to speak, but Gojo held up a hand, cutting him off.
“I already had a plan in place,” Gojo continued, his voice rising slightly. “Toji was going to handle it. But no—you two just had to jump the gun, didn’t you? Do you even realize how reckless that was?”
Megumi’s fists clenched in his lap, his head dipping slightly under the weight of Gojo’s sharp words.
“You undermined me,” Gojo said, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. “Your Alpha.”
The word hung in the air like a blade, and Megumi felt the sharp pang of guilt cut through him.
Yuji, as usual, tried to defend them. “We didn’t mean to—”
“Stop.”
The single word carried such weight, such authority, that Yuji immediately fell silent. The sandalwood-and-ozone scent of Gojo’s Prime Alpha pheromones spiked in the room, sharp and suffocating.
Megumi felt his body respond instinctively, sinking deeper into his seat as his biology forced him to submit. His Omega nature screamed at him to yield, to listen, to obey.
“You will not undermine me again,” Gojo said, his voice calm now but no less commanding. His piercing blue eyes met Megumi’s, then Yuji’s. “Your focus, starting now, is university. Classes restart in six weeks, and you’ll be dedicating yourselves to your studies. Understood?”
Megumi and Yuji nodded stiffly, unable to meet his gaze directly.
Megumi had almost forgotten about University. He and Yuji were about to start their second years.
“Toji and Sukuna will be returning to guard Bunny and the compound,” Gojo continued, his tone firm. “They’ll handle things while Nanami and I figure out who’s behind all of this. You two will stay out of it.”
“But Bunny—” Yuji started, his voice tinged with frustration.
“Enough,” Gojo snapped, his Prime Alpha voice cutting through the air like a whip.
Megumi’s entire body went still. His Omega instincts made his chest tighten, a visceral reaction that left him unable to argue, unable to resist. Yuji slumped further into his chair as Gojo’s scent pressed down on them like a heavy blanket, smothering any thought of rebellion.
For a moment, the room was silent, the only sound was the soft hum of the ceiling fan above.
Gojo leaned back in his chair, his gaze unwavering. “I haven’t forgotten your punishment,” he said, his tone lighter now but no less serious. “But since I’m too busy cleaning up the mess you two created, Nanami will be taking care of that for me.”
“Nanami,” Gojo said with a faint smirk, “they’re all yours.”
Nanami adjusted his glasses, his voice steady. “Understood.”
Gojo waved a hand dismissively. “Alright, you’re free to go. I suggest you don’t make this worse for yourselves.”
Megumi stood stiffly, his face hot with embarrassment and irritation. His entire body screamed at him to leave the room, but his pride burned.
“This is your fault,” he muttered under his breath to Yuji as they left the office.
Yuji shot him a sheepish look. “You’re the one who didn’t stop me.”
Megumi clenched his fists, his irritation bubbling to the surface. But beneath it all, there was something else—a quiet, unspoken truth.
He would do it all over again if it meant helping Bunny.
Nanami led the two Omegas down the hall in silence, his calm yet authoritative presence filling the space. Megumi’s mind raced, his earlier irritation now mingling with apprehension.
When they reached Nanami’s den, he opened the door and motioned for them to step inside. The room was neat and practical, with clean lines and a minimalist design. A desk sat in one corner, papers neatly stacked beside a closed laptop. The bed, perfectly made, was tucked against the far wall, its dark gray sheets matching the rest of the room’s muted tones. A large armchair sat near the window, and a faint hint of cedar lingered in the air, layered with the cool scent of rain.
“Sit,” Nanami said, his voice calm but firm.
Yuji and Megumi sat on the edge of the bed, both uneasy.
Nanami stood in front of them, arms crossed, his sharp hazel eyes steady. “Do you understand why you’re being punished?”
Yuji nodded quickly. “Yes, Nanami. We didn’t mean—”
“You didn’t mean to disobey direct orders?” Nanami interrupted, his tone clipped. “You didn’t mean to put yourselves—and the pack—in unnecessary danger?”
Yuji’s mouth snapped shut, and Megumi stared at the floor, guilt twisting in his chest.
“You two need to understand something,” Nanami continued, his voice steady. “Disobedience doesn’t just affect you. It affects everyone around you. Your actions have consequences.”
He stepped closer, his scent grounding but firm. “Roll over. On your stomachs.”
Yuji and Megumi obeyed hesitantly, their movements stiff with embarrassment.
Megumi schooled his breathing. Yuji’s face flushed red all the way to the collar of his shirt. Megumi is sure he looked identical.
Nanami placed a firm hand on Yuji’s back, his voice low. “This is to remind you that recklessness has a price.”
Before Yuji could react, Nanami delivered a sharp swat to his ass Yuji yelped, he held unshed tears as he stumbled forward slightly.
“Nanami!” Yuji exclaimed, his voice a mix of shock and embarrassment.
“Quiet,” Nanami said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
He turned to Megumi, who tensed as the older Alpha approached.
“You’re supposed to be the level-headed one,” Nanami said, his voice quieter but no less firm. “You let Yuji drag you into his mess instead of stopping him. That’s not acceptable.”
Megumi braced himself as Nanami’s hand landed sharply on his backside. The sting was brief, but the humiliation lingered.
Nanami delivered ten heavy handed spanks to both of them. By the time Nanami stepped back, both Omegas were thoroughly chastised, their pride bruised. Yuji had grown accustomed to being spanked by the alpha’s. He was always the more rambunctious of the pack omegas. But this was new to Megumi.
“Do you understand now?” Nanami asked, his calm gaze flicking between them.
“Yes, Alpha,” they said in unison, their voices subdued.
“Good.” Nanami adjusted his glasses, his sharp expression softening slightly. “Let this be the last time I have to remind you.”
As they got off the bed, Yuji muttered under his breath, “I didn’t think he’d actually do it.”
Megumi shot him a glare. “Just shut up.”
Still, as much as he hated the punishment, he couldn’t bring himself to regret his actions. Not if it meant protecting Bunny.
Megumi stared at the phone in his hand, his thumb hovering over the screen. Nanami stood nearby, arms crossed, waiting patiently but without leaving room for argument, Yuji had already left to return to the omega wing.
An added bonus to Megumi’s punishment was that he had to call Toji himself. Megumi didn’t really understand why. It was clear that Toji was already up to speed on what had happened with Bunny. Gojo always had something up his sleeve.
“You need to call him,” Nanami said, his voice calm but firm. “Gojo’s orders”
“I know,” Megumi muttered, his jaw tightening.
Nanami raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. Instead, he simply gestured to the phone.
With a reluctant sigh, Megumi tapped the screen, pulling up Toji’s contact. He rarely ever spoke to the man directly, despite their tenuous connection as part of Gojo’s pack. There was always an unspoken distance between them—a chasm Megumi had never felt the need to cross.
The phone rang twice before Toji picked up, his deep voice immediately filling the line.
“Megumi,” Toji said, dragging out his name like he was amused by the very act of receiving a call. “Didn’t think I’d hear from you. What’s the occasion?”
Megumi stiffened, his fingers curling around the phone. “Gojo and Nanami said to call you,” he replied, his voice clipped.
There was a beat of silence, followed by the faint sound of movement in the background—voices, shuffling, and the distinct clink of metal.
“Yeah, I figured,” Toji said, his tone casual. “Gojo told me to hurry it up, so I wrapped the job. Should be back at the compound in two days.”
Megumi exhaled softly, relieved at least that part of the conversation was easy. “Alright.”
But Toji wasn’t done. “He also told me everything you and that brat Yuji pulled. Said you two thought it’d be a great idea to play heroes. And now I hear you’ve got a Bunny I have to babysit.”
Megumi’s grip on the phone tightened, his cheeks flushing slightly. “We didn’t—”
Toji cut him off with a low chuckle. “Don’t bother making excuses, kid. Gojo’s already done enough yelling for the both of us. But I’ll say this—you two don’t touch my guns again. Got it?”
Megumi’s stomach dropped. He knew.
“I didn’t—” Megumi started, but Toji’s sharp tone cut through.
“Save it,” Toji said, his voice carrying an edge. “I know it was Yuji’s idea, but you didn’t stop him, did you? You let him drag you into his mess. You always do.”
Megumi’s jaw clenched, but he couldn’t argue. That makes two people that basically called him a push over.
There was a pause on the other end of the line, followed by the sound of rustling, as if Toji were shifting something heavy. “Gojo said Nanami’s handling your punishment. How’d that go?”
Megumi felt his face burn, the memory of Nanami’s firm hand swatting him flashing through his mind. He glanced at Nanami, who was still watching him with that unreadable, steady expression.
“He spanked me,” Megumi mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.
Toji barked out a laugh, loud and unrestrained. “He spanked you?!”
“That’s not funny!” Megumi snapped, but despite his irritation, he couldn’t stop the small, embarrassed smile that tugged at his lips.
“Oh, it’s hilarious,” Toji replied, his laughter still audible. “You, all serious and broody, getting your ass handed to you by Nanami? Yeah, that’s funny.”
Megumi groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Can we move on now?”
“Alright, alright,” Toji said, though the amusement in his voice lingered. “I gotta get back to packing. See you in a couple of days, kid.”
“Okay,” Megumi said, his voice quieter now.
“Take care, brat,” Toji added before the line went dead.
Megumi lowered the phone, staring at it for a moment before shoving it into his pocket.
“Well?” Nanami asked, his tone neutral.
“He’s coming back in two days,” Megumi replied stiffly, avoiding Nanami’s gaze.
Nanami nodded. “Good.”
Megumi sighed, the weight of the conversation still lingering as he turned to head back toward the Omega wing.
–~
The Omega living area was peaceful, a safe space filled with soft light and the gentle hum of comfort. You had been sitting there for some time, curled up in the corner of the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket and a stuffed bunny.Megumi and Yuji acted quite strange when they returned. Their faces were flushed but they didn’t smell sick. They sat nearby, talking quietly as you took in the warmth of the space, trying to relax, still adjusting to everything.
The door opened, and in walked Alpha Gojo’d his presence unmistakable. It was the alpha that visited you when Megumi and Yuji found you. You realized that it was his scent that lingered in the halls. He was tall and slender, but you would still see the muscles pressing against the sleeves of his white dress shirt. He wore black slacks. He seemed to tower over you, a part of you wanted to cower away. He was an alpha, and by the sharp tang of his scent, he was a Prime Alpha. All the Prime Alpha’s you had previously met were tenses and demanding. But Megumi and Yuji were omegas and seemed comfortable, relaxed in his presence. He was scary but his warmth still radiated.
“Remember me?” Alpha Gojo’s voice was light, teasing even, but there was an undertone of reassurance as he stepped into the room.
You blinked at him, still wary but curious.You gave a small nod, your voice soft.
“Yes,” you whispered, still unsure of how to react. “Alpha Gojo”
The tall alpha beamed at you, his hands suddenly on your head, rubbing gently.
“You don’t have to call me that little Bunny.” His hand trailed down to cup your cheek. “Just call me Satoru.” He rubbed his fingers soothingly on the skin under your eye.
“Satoru.” His name felt weirdly comfortable, it rolled off your touch with ease.
“Good girl,” he cooed, his tone affectionate, soothing the nerves you hadn’t even realized were there. You blinked in surprise, but the tension in your shoulders eased just a little.
Your nose twitched. There was someone else behind him shielded by the door. The scent that hit you was familiar, warm with a hint of cedarwood and rain, you thought, recognizing his scent from the things Megumi had arranged for your nest.
“This is Nanami,” Satoru continued, moving aside so another man could step closer. “He’s here to help. Just like me.” Behind him walked Nanami—tall, with blond hair and sharp eyes that were calm, like the ocean before a storm.
Nanami gave you a small, reassuring nod. “It’s nice to meet you, Bunny,” he said, his voice low and steady. “I know you’ve been through a lot, but I’m here to protect you, and I will do everything I can to help you feel safe.”
His words were soft, sincere, and there was a quiet confidence in his tone that made you feel a little less on edge.
Satoru glanced at you, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Alright, Bunny. You remember how you’ve scented Yuji, Megumi and myself?. Want to try it with Nanami?”
You hesitated, your ears flicking nervously. The idea felt strange, foreign, but curiosity tugged at you. You glanced at Yuji and Megumi, who sat nearby, their postures relaxed. If they weren’t reacting, it meant this was safe... right?
“It’s okay,” Megumi said softly, his voice reassuring. “Take your time.”
Your gaze flicked back to Nanami, who stood perfectly still, his expression calm and patient. He wasn’t pushing, wasn’t demanding anything of you. The decision was yours.
Slowly, you raised your wrist, hesitating for just a moment before brushing the scent gland on your wrist against his. His scent was strong—cedarwood, cool and grounding, with a warmth that made your shoulders relax even further.
Nanami tilted his wrist slightly, matching your motion, his steady gaze encouraging you to continue. You rubbed your wrist against his again, feeling a sense of calm bloom between you. His presence felt secure, stable, like a tree rooted deeply into the earth.
Encouraged by the quiet comfort he radiated, you stepped closer, instinct guiding you forward even as your mind struggled to catch up. Nanami crouched slightly, sensing your movement. Without fully understanding why, you brushed the top of your head under his chin, your soft ears grazing his neck as you rubbed your cheeks against the warm skin where his scent glands rested.
His scent bloomed under your touch, filling the space between you with a warm, grounding presence. A deep rumbling sound came from his chest—a mixture of a soft purr and a chuff. The sound vibrated against your skin, soothing and reassuring in a way that made your tail twitch with happiness.
Your puffed tail twitched in response. The sound made you feel... happy. It was warm, comforting, and for the first time in a while, you felt your anxieties begin to melt away.
You pulled back slightly, looking up at him. His expression hadn’t changed much, but there was a softness in his gaze behind his glasses that hadn’t been there before. The warmth in your chest grew, a quiet happiness you hadn’t felt in a long time.
“Good?” Satoru asked, his voice light as he watched you closely.
You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “Good.”
Satoru’s hand rested gently on your back, guiding you toward the large couch in the center of the room. A soft whine bubbled in your throat as he moved you away from Nanami, but it quieted when he sat down beside you.
Nanami was on your right, Megumi to your left, and Yuji perched nearby. Satoru settled on Nanami’s other side, his casual posture a sharp contrast to the weight of the moment.
“We have a few questions, Bunny,” Satoru said, his voice gentle but serious. “If you feel uncomfortable, tell us, and we’ll stop. Just let us know.”
You swallowed hard, unsure of how much you were ready to share. But the trust in their presence was undeniable.
Nanami’s hand stroked gently over your hair and ears, his touch light and steady. “Can you tell us what you remember before Yuji and Megumi found you?”
You swallowed hard, the weight of his voice and the question pressing against your chest.
“I remember...” you began, your voice tentative, unsure of where to begin. “I was... in a room. People came in. They tied me up.” Your fingers tightened around the blanket, remembering the restraints, the tightness of the ropes and the bitter gag in your mouth. “They poked me with something. It... hurt.”
A tremor ran through your body, but you pushed forward. “I couldn’t stay awake. They kept me asleep. They forced me to eat and drink sometimes, but... I don’t remember much after that. Only that... Yuji and Megumi were with me.”
Satoru nodded, his expression soft. “You’re doing great, Bunny.”
The room was silent for a moment as everyone absorbed your words. Yuji and Megumi looked at each other, and Megumi’s gaze softened as he leaned in and grasped your hand in his larger one, offering silent support.
“Who were you with before you were taken?” Satoru’s voice was quieter now, careful.
The question hit like a cold wave. Flashes of blue, shadows, fangs, claws. Pain. The memories surged, too sharp, too much.
“No...” you whispered, shaking your head. The fear rose like bile in your throat, and you curled inward, wrapping your arms around your knees.
Your scent soured, bitter with panic, and the tension in the room became palpable.
Nanami’s hand remained on your back, his voice low and steady. “It’s alright. You don’t have to say anything. We’re here.”
Satoru crouched in front of you, his hand cupping your face gently, his thumb brushing away a tear you hadn’t realized had fallen. “You’re safe now, Bunny. We’ve got you.”
The warmth of their scents surrounded you—Satoru’s sharp sandalwood, Nanami’s grounding cedarwood—steady and comforting. Slowly, the tightness in your chest began to ease.
Satoru handed you the stuffed bunny Yuji had bought for you, his voice soft. “Here. Hold onto this.”
You clutched it tightly, letting its softness anchor you as Nanami pulled you into his lap. The solid warmth of his body beneath you and the gentle rumble in his chest soothed the last remnants of panic.
After a while, your breathing evened out, and you rested your head against Nanami’s chest, his steady heartbeat calming you.
Finally, Satoru spoke again, his voice low but clear. “We’re getting two more Alphas to protect you, Bunny. They’ll stay with you while Yuji and Megumi are away at school.”
The words hit you hard. Megumi and Yuji, away?
“No... no... not... always?”
You pulled back slightly, your heart racing as a knot formed in your stomach.
Megumi and Yuji were always there. You assumed that they would always be there. You were just starting to get comfortable, and now they’re going to leave you?
Your breath quickened and felt stuck in your throat.
“Shh,” Nanami murmured, rubbing your back slowly. “Breathe. They won’t be gone forever. You’ll still see them everyday.”
“It’s just a few hours a day,” Yuji said, his voice soft.
“We aren’t going anywhere,” Megumi added, his voice steady and firm.
You nodded slowly, but a part of you—small, fragile—still couldn’t quite process it. The thought of them leaving you, even for a few hours, felt like too much.
Satoru caught your gaze and gave a small smile. His fingers traced over your black ears.
“Good job, idiot.” Megumi shot a look at Satoru, he just rolled his eyes.
But Megumi’s eyes softened as he looked at you again, his expression unreadable. “We’ll come back, Bunny. Don’t worry.”
You didn’t respond, but the warmth of their words and presence helped ease the fear inside you, if only a little. You settled back into Nanami’s lap, your eyes fluttering closed, the sound of their voices and the comforting scents around you. The conversation continued around you. You found yourself getting lost in their casual energy.
Yandere Alpha Toji with an omega female reader with number three, the "If I ever smell you on my omega again, I'll carve out your scent glands." I love your work and your 900 followers are deserved, congrats!
I do love me some alpha Toji. Making him yandere just adds another layer of spice lol.
# 3: "If I ever smell you on my omega again, I'll carve out your scent glands."
TW: yandere themes. stalking, Toji gets physical with other alpha
If you had to describe Toji in one word, strong would be it. You didn’t really interact with him much, but you were well aware of his power. He had always been intimidating to you so you had never made a move to talk to him. Little did you know he had been keeping a close eye on you from the moment he smelled your intoxicating scent. He swore he might have been sent into a rut right then and there if he had been around you would've had to be around you any longer.
He tracked your movements, always watching from the shadows, close enough to smell the scent that drove him mad, but not close enough to get caught. When he overheard some talk of you having a date with some other alpha his blood started to boil. He felt as though you were cheating on him. Sure you two weren’t dating, but how could you want any other alpha? They were all inferior to him.
He made a plan to observe this so-called date, decide if it was worth his interference, or if he really didn’t have to worry. What he saw did not please him.
The way the other alphas touches lingered a little too long, and how he brushed your hair behind your ear. That should be him. He knew that you belonged with him even if you didn’t see it yet. He continued his stalking of your date all the way to when he walked you home. Were you an idiot? Toji wanted to scold you. How could you show a random alpha where you lived? That wasn’t the point though now. He watched every move closely, waiting to see the lowly alpha would bid you farewell. When he bent forward slightly to scent you, Toji lost it. Giving up all his secrecy and storming up the other alpha, ripping him away from you. Toji's scent was so strong that even being outside you felt as though it were going to suffocate you. Toji took a good, strong sniff at the neck of the alpha he held by the collar of his shirt.
“If I ever smell you on my omega again, I’ll carve out every single one of your scent glands,” Toji growled. Watching the alpha's eyes fill with fear. Toji continued to stare him down, finally letting go once the other alpha looked like he were ready to cry. The alpha quickly scurried away, not even bothering to say goodbye to you. He just wanted to get as far away from the crazed Toji.
"What are you do-" You were cut off by Toji pressing his lip to yours and forcing you into a deep kiss. Once he broke away he gently shushed you, putting his finger to your lips before cooing,
"I've decided to claim you as my omega once and for all. I'm sick and tired of seeing you with lesser alphas. I hope you understand, if you don't right now I'm sure you will... given a little time."
Animals (Alpha!Sukuna X Alpha!Toji X Omega!Reader)
When two best friends who have lived together since after highschool find a pretty little omega, a stubborn one like you, they know they have to have her.
