(A)ftercare - surprisingly sweet! Despite your bed being broken, tears down your face, and hole stretched beyond belief. He’s showering you in praise, brushing/fixing your hair, rubbing circles on your hips, he’s got your favorite show or series ready to be watched or the shower can be on before you even know it. He loves you and maybe he’s not the best at saying it sometimes but he LOVES you.
(B)ody Part - thighs and tummy. So plush, so much to hold, to squeeze.
(C)um - You will feel his balls twitching and pulsing against your ass. If his tip isn’t as deep as it can be, he has to go again to fix that horrible mistake
(D)irty Secret - Pregnancy. Lemme be real, tbh it’s a primal thing, body worship, and maybe other things that don’t currently come to mind. Seeing your full belly and he comes up from behind to reach under and lift to take that weight off you. Feeling baby kicks, getting to pamper and take care of you. Laughing with you about all the cravings, crying with you over hormones. He really likes this thought of being a family. Giving what he never had, breaking a cycle of abuse, of curses.
(E)xperience - He has a son. Yes. Yes he has experience. He’s also a canon confirmed giggalo.
(F)avorite Position - Him sitting on a chair or on the couch with you riding him. Facing or backwards.
(G)oofy - he loves a good laugh! Especially if you’re feeling a bit nervous or insecure. He’ll say something super dumb or corny to have yo ass giggling and blushing. Heated make out and you’re feeling insecure about fucking? “Hey baby I got something in my teeth can you get for me? While we make out?”
(H)air - SMOOTH SHAVEN NOTHING- bffr, he wants to be Indiana Jones, a monk(ey) scaling the forested mountains of china, he’s a pilot who nose dived into the jungle.
(I)ntimacy - He is and he isn’t. He’s a widowed man who had given up on life, he’s trying again after all this time with/for you. I’d best liken it to Shane from Stardew Valley. He will have his ups and his downs, it might be rough sometimes, but he is trying. He does love you.
(J)ack Off - A normal amount so like once or twice a week.(is this normal?) it’s something he does when he’s killing time, bored, or occasionally in the mood but depression makes it hard to be in the mood.
(L)ocation - He’s a couch or in the car kinda guy. Don’t ask how I know but I do and this is it.
(M)otivation - Seeing you admire your own body and being confident about it, seeing you dance, social outings where you’re the center of attention. Knowing you’re his lover at the end of the night? Oh he has to thank you somehow! And he sure as shit doesn’t have money!
(N)o - No pegging. He will not take it up the ass, he will clench if you try and break it. He will bottom(still dom tho) but he will NOT take it up the ass, he might compromise on a plug maybe… not likely.
(O)ral - Slobbin on yo shit breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Every position he can, on his back you on top, you on your back him on his stomach. Him on his knees you standing over him. Etc etc
(P)ace - Rough, ruthless, and mean. He’s bullying your poor hole, fucking his big dick in too roughly and praising you AND degrading you for it. Once he cums he keeps going trying to fuck it back in only making a bigger mess!
(Q)uicky - god yeah. I really don’t need to say more tbh.
(R)isk - in the alley, on the roof, the car, a Photo Booth, the theater, etc etc. he loves it.
(S)tamina - it’s a lot. Physically he might run out after a few days but his libido is tbh p average! He’s not a sex freak machine. So he’ll cum twice maybe three times and then cuddle up, pull you onto his chest, put on the great British Bake Off, or Hell’s Kitchen.
(T)oys - No, I don’t think he has any. He’d love to use some on you if you have them!
(U)nfair - The king of teasing. accidentally and purposefully. He’s groping your ass in public, he’s kissing your neck and whispering obscenities, he’s narsty. Then when you get home? You beg for it.
(V)olume - He’s not loud, he’s honestly pretty quiet, more panting and grunts.
(W)ild Card - Okay, real wild card. He would LOVE to do an arranged marriage roleplay, like traditional old Japanese style. Two noble families ending a feud. It’s the trauma.
(X)-ray - black boxers, plain and simple.
(Y)es - Surprise surprise! While you ride him? Choke him. He loves it, he will drool and get more excited by it. Don’t worry about brain damage he’s got nothing to damage
(Z)zz - Yes. You can leave if you want to, but he’s sleeping. A 3 hour nap a least, of going to sleep for the night.
First chunk is exposition, then it’s the boys. What happens when your man sees you being flirted with?
PRELUDE
When a guy slides up next to you at the bar, grinning like he’d just won the lottery, you didn’t immediately brush him off. Mostly because he wasn’t annoying—yet—and partly because you were curious to see how far he'd go before he took the hint.
“Did it hurt?” he asked, eyes gleaming with anticipation.
You blinked. “Excuse me?”
“When you fell from heaven,” he clarified, finger-gunning with zero irony. You actually laughed—not with him, more at him, but he didn’t seem to notice the difference.
“Wow,” you mused. “That’s vintage. Do you dust that one off for special occasions?”
He chuckled like you were flirting back. “Only when I see someone who makes it worth it.”
You rested your elbow on the bar and gave him a look, still smiling. He wasn’t threatening, just... kind of ridiculous. He probably meant well. Or maybe he was just drunk enough to think he stood a chance. Either way, it was easier to play along with a few sarcastic quips than to go full shutdown mode. You figured he’d get bored eventually… He didn’t.
“I’m serious,” he went on. “You’ve got this whole mysterious vibe. Like... someone with stories. I could listen to you talk all night.”
“You don’t even know my name.”
“Then tell me.”
You tapped your fingers on your glass, swirling the last bit of your drink. “That’s usually how conversations go, huh? I tell you my name, then what? You try to guess my favorite color?”
“Let me guess—black,” he said confidently, eyes flicking to your outfit.
You snorted. “Wow. You cracked the code.”
He leaned in a little closer, clearly not getting the hint—or maybe refusing to. “You’ve got a great laugh, y’know that?”
You smile and roll your eyes, your boyfriend should have been here by now, and glancing to the clock? Oh he should’ve been here 10 minutes ago! Where is that-
SATORU GOJO
“Hey baby.”
The hand snakes around your waist and you feel that familiar sensation of what you’d describe as wind whipping past when riding a bike. Infinity. You’re straightening up though now, the nickname a giveaway that Toru isn’t as amused as you are with this guy.
“Huh? Who’s this, Angel?” The guy asks maybe starting to realize or maybe thinking it’s another guy to hit on you. Toru’s cursed energy prickles and spits at the nickname, like a mosquito just bit him. You were going to say anything but Satoru is already speaking, looking this guy over with a raised brow and his lips in a unamused pout.
“Who’s this?” Satoru repeats, his voice deceptively light. The kind of light that means someone might be about to have a very bad night. He doesn’t even glance at you, all his attention zeroed in on the guy like he’s calculating how many ways he could erase him from the planet—and which would be the most entertaining.
You recognize the look in his eye. It's not rage, not jealousy exactly. It's territorial. Protective. That unshakable confidence wrapped in smug arrogance that only Satoru Gojo can carry without getting punched in the face—most of the time.
The guy’s smile falters. “I was just talking to them, man. Didn’t know they were taken.”
“Mmm,” Gojo hums, pulling you tighter against him. “They are taken. Very taken. As in, point and home run taken.”
You elbow him in the ribs for that one, but it only makes him grin wider.
“Hey, no hard feelings,” the guy says, holding up his hands and starting to back off. “They didn’t say anything about a boyfriend.”
Gojo’s head tilts. “Well, maybe they were enjoying watching you crash and burn in slow motion. They do have a sense of humor.”
You bite your lip to hide your laugh, but it doesn’t go unnoticed.
“And for the record,” Gojo adds, slipping off his blindfold so the guy gets a clear look at those glowing blue eyes, “next time you use a pick-up line like that, make sure the person you’re talking to doesn’t already have the strongest sorcerer in the world wrapped around their finger.”
“Wha—?” the guy mutters, clearly confused now, staring between the two of you like maybe he missed a step.
“Oh,” you say, finally speaking up, resting your hand over Gojo’s. “This is Satoru Gojo. He’s... complicated. And very dramatic.”
Gojo gasps. “Rude! I bring you flowers once and now I’m dramatic?”
“You got them from Italy, Satoru.”
“Romance isn’t dead!”
The guy is already gone by now, muttering something under his breath as he retreats. Gojo watches him go with narrowed eyes, then finally turns to you, lips tugging into a pout that’s almost convincing.
“I was only ten minutes late,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And look what happens. My sweetheart gets hit on by guys with middle school flirting skills.”
“More like fifth grade,” you mutter, but you’re already smiling again. “You’re lucky I was just bored and not tempted.”
“Tempted? Tempted?!” Gojo gasps again, hand clutching his chest like he’s been shot. “You wound me, angel.”
“Keep calling me that and I might actually leave with someone else next time.”
He leans in, lips brushing your ear. “No you won’t. Because no one else makes you laugh like I do.”
You roll your eyes, but your fingers lace with his anyway. He's right. And he knows it.
“C’mon,” he says, dragging you off the barstool like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Let’s go somewhere less... pedestrian. I owe you a real date.”
“You owe me two.”
“Fine. Two dates. And dessert.”
“And flowers?”
He grins. “You drive a hard bargain.”
You don’t look back. Neither does he. And the night, finally, starts to feel like yours again.
SUGURU GETO
“Hey.”
The voice behind you is calm. Unhurried. But it settles like a weight in your chest, immediately familiar—low, smooth, and with just enough edge to make your skin prickle.
You glance back, and there he is: Suguru Geto, dressed down but somehow still managing to look like power incarnate in a black button-up, sleeves rolled to his elbows, dark hair tied back like he hadn’t rushed at all… even though he absolutely did.
His eyes flicker past you to the guy at the bar, not bothering to hide the calculation in them. And just like that, the easy buzz of the night turns thick. The air shifts. Tense.
You open your mouth to say something—maybe a casual “Hey, you’re late,” maybe a warning not to hex the guy into another plane—but Suguru moves first. Not with violence. Just presence.
He steps in close behind you, hand sliding around your waist like it belongs there—because it does—fingers splaying firm over your side. There’s nothing showy about it. It’s not possessive. Just final. Like a signature.
“Oh,” the guy says, straightening up, smile faltering. “Didn’t realize you were, uh… waiting on someone.”
“I was,” you nervously chuckle, “And he’s very late.”
Geto doesn’t break eye contact with the guy. His mouth curves into something polite, but the warmth doesn’t reach his eyes. “Traffic.”
“Traffic,” you echo dryly.
“There was a... delay.”Translation: Gojo. You sigh internally.
The guy shifts awkwardly. “Well, uh, I wasn’t trying to step on any toes.”
Suguru smiles now, slow and knowing. “you stepped on mine anyway.”
The man goes pale. “Right—uh—yeah.” He slides off his stool and makes a hasty exit, muttering an apology to no one in particular. Silence lingers for a beat after he’s gone.
“You were late,” you say, turning slightly to face Suguru, your hand resting on his chest. “And you missed the pick-up line of the century!”
“Let me guess,” he murmurs, brushing a knuckle under your chin, lifting it just enough to meet your eyes. “Something about heaven?”
You laugh. “You did hear him!”
“I didn’t like how close it was,” he murmurs into your ear. “Didn’t like the way that monkey was looking at you.”
“You don’t like anyone looking at me.”
“Touché,” he laughs, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
You raise an eyebrow. “So, what, if he hadn’t backed off, you were gonna sick curses on him?”
Suguru hums, noncommittal. “Wasn’t sure yet. I was weighing options.”
You laugh now giving a smack to his chest, “You're lucky I was bored and not tempted!”
His gaze flickers to yours again, sharper this time. “I’m not worried about temptation.“
You search his face for a second, and something softens in you. He doesn’t need to say it aloud, but you knew if you asked—“You're mine. I’m yours. That doesn’t change.”
“Good,” you chirp, kissing his cheek. “Because next time you're late, I’m making that guy buy me two drinks.”
Suguru grins. “Next time let’s just have Larou or Miguel cook for a home date hmm?”
Then he pauses. “Actually… next time, I’ll just bring you with me.”
You smile. Yeah. That sounds more like him.
KENTO NANAMI
“Apologies.”
A new voice cut through the noise. Calm. Deep. Precise.
You didn’t need to turn around. The shift in the atmosphere was immediate. Your shoulders relaxed. Your drink suddenly tasted better.
The guy blinked in confusion as Kento stepped into your space, not quite brushing you, but close enough that you could feel the warmth of him. His hand resting on the back of your chair.
Nanami adjusted his tie with one hand, gaze directed firmly at the man beside you. Not angry. Not even annoyed. Just... done.
“I believe you’re in my seat,” he said simply.
“Wha—?” the guy stammered. “I was just talking to them.”
“So I gathered.” Nanami’s expression didn’t change. “And now you’re done.”
The guy laughed, weakly. “Hey, look, no offense, man. I didn’t know they were with anyone—”
“They are.”
You didn’t even need to say anything. Nanami was already calmly intercepting, laying down the boundary like it was protocol. Professional. Efficient.
The guy raised his hands and stood up, clearly deciding not to argue with someone who looked like he could file a tax return and break your wrist in the same motion. “Alright, alright. Chill, man.”
Nanami didn’t respond. He waited until the guy disappeared into the crowd before turning to you. His expression softened marginally.
“Sorry I’m late.”
You gave him a dry look. “That was almost twenty minutes, Kento.”
“There was a call from the higher-ups,” he said, and you could already hear the disdain layered into the words. “It ran longer than necessary.”
“You didn’t pick up when I called.”
“I didn’t want to answer in the middle of a meeting just to say, ‘Yes, I’m still being held hostage by incompetence.’”
You huffed a quiet laugh, then let your fingers slip over his wrist, tugging him into the seat beside you.
“You looked like you were enjoying yourself,” he noted as he sat. “Am I interrupting?”
“Oh, absolutely. He was this close to asking me my name after 15 minutes of failed pick up lines.”
Nanami arched a brow. “Wow.”
You raised your glass in mock toast. “And he still didn’t even get it.”
A faint smile touched his lips as he reached for your hand under the bar, lacing his fingers with yours.
“Next time,” he said, “you’re not waiting alone.”
“I can handle myself.”
“I know. Doesn’t mean you should have to.”
You didn’t argue. Not because you agreed, necessarily—but because Nanami didn’t say things he didn’t mean. And behind every calm word, every small gesture, there was always care. Consideration. The kind that said: you matter. I saw you. I came for you.
And just like that, the rest of the night felt right again. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just... steady. Safe.
CHOSO KAMO
“Your name, is it Mine?” he added, leaning in like that would help his case. You were seconds from telling him your very large, very intense, sometimes-blood-covered boyfriend would be here any minute, when—
“Back away from them.” The voice wasn’t loud. But it didn’t need to be. Low. Flat. Final.
Your shoulders dropped in relief even before you turned. The guy next to you froze, his smile faltering as Choso stepped into view.
He wasn’t glaring. Not exactly. But something about his presence—the stiff set of his shoulders, the way his eyes never left the man’s face—spoke louder than any threat could.
“Uh,” the guy said, eyes flicking between you and Choso. “Hey, man, we were just talking—”
“No.” Choso's tone sharpened like a blade. “You were talking. They weren’t interested.”
You placed a hand on Choso’s arm, trying to gently keep him from escalating. Feeling your hand his gaze flickers briefly down to you, then back up like he was recalibrating how mad he could get with you so close.
The guy laughed nervously. “Alright, alright. Didn’t realize they were taken.”
“You did. You just didn’t care.” Choso’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, the cursed energy rolled off him in a low, unseen pulse. Not enough to draw attention—but enough to make the man shift uneasy.
“Okay,” the guy muttered, backing off. “I’m gone.”
Once he was gone, Choso turned to you, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” you said softly, brushing your thumb over the fabric of his sleeve. “He was just annoying.”
Choso nodded slowly. “You shouldn’t have had to deal with that.”
“You’re late,” you said not to accuse, just to shift the mood. “I thought you got lost.”
“I didn’t,” he said, glancing down. “I stopped by the market. I thought you’d want these.”
He pulled something from his vest—a little bundle of dried flowers. They weren’t pretty in a traditional sense. No roses. No bright colors. But they were carefully chosen: yarrow, mugwort, something fragrant and earthy you couldn’t quite place.
“Protection,” he murmured. “Old ones. For wards.”
You blinked. “You brought me spell herbs instead of regular flowers?”
“Yes,” he said, completely sincere. “Why would I not?”
Your mouth twitched. You took the little bundle from him and held it to your chest, “I love them,”
Choso visibly relaxed. The last of the tension left his shoulders as he pulled you in gently, like you were something he could still break if he wasn’t careful.
“I should’ve been here sooner,” he whispered.
“You’re here now,” you said, resting your forehead against his. “And you brought me anti-creep herbs. I think that evens it out.”
He didn’t smile exactly—but his eyes softened and when his arms wrapped around you, shielding you from the rest of the bar, the world finally felt quiet again.
After a fun night of partying you and your boyfriend head home but he’s got one last treat to get and just the trick for it!
A pretty successful Halloween, with matching werewolf costumes that were total hits at the party! Inumaki was a white wolf and you a back wolf, he had fake chains and a spiky collar which when he first saw he kept mumbling something about “fell!Sans”. You on the other hand went for a sexy werewolf costume, almost like a dominatrix or leather daddy vibe.
The party had really GROSS looking burgers but they turned out to tasty pretty bomb. The buns were black, it had lettuce, a special spicy sauce, and a LOT of meat. Somehow they also got the drinks to look like it was glowing, Inumaki said there’s a secret compartment on the bottom of the cup that has a light in it the senses if there something in the cup but you’re not to sure.
As the night died down you both went back home laughing, goodie bags in your arms, and giving stupid howls at the moon. His arm always around your waist or hand locked with yours the whole time. It was cute, like he didn’t want to be without you!
Or so you thought.
“Bend over.”
His voice rumbles the command and you blank bending over the edge of his bed without much thought. Blinking back however there he is pressed against you with a happy teasing smile. You’re about to protest but he speaks again first, “Trick or treat.”
Your faces flushes and you smile, “Toge you dork!”
“Bark,” he muses back reaching down before - rrriiiiiiip-! He tears the seam of your pants pulling it open to your underwear. He unfastens his pants pulling himself out and starts grinding against you again.
A little sad your costume got ripped, but that can be fixed, you have better things to focus on right now. Like reaching for the condoms and snagging one out for him to which he gives you a little huff. The friction stops as he pulls back to wrap himself up, while you shimmy out of your costume as to not ruin it more.
Inumaki is very eager, lining himself up and spitting down onto himself to lube up. He presses and presses before pushing in with a slick ease. Ooohhh that stretch is good, the full feeling and the twitches he gives finally bottoming out with a whine leaning forward to kiss at your neck.
He’s slow to start, long drags so he can get you trying to bounce back onto him with little noises of “please- more please-“
“Woof,” is his only response as he bites your neck and his hips start snapping into yours like if he went hard enough he could push in deeper. Your sugary moans are all the treats and candy he’s looking for tonight, the way you squeeze and twitch around him- oh he’s such a good dog who gets the bone.
The smack, smack, smack, of your hips, the bed rocking, springs squeaking - it’s your own concert. The way he nips and sucks, licking at the bite marks and hickies only responding to you with “woof” and “bark”. The sound of his plastic chains still clacking, the pretty way that collar looks around his neck- the whine he gives when you grab it and pull it in to kiss him.
He’s a mess, his arm shaking to hold himself up as he feels himself getting closer and closer. You can feel your own release with how his tip keeps pushing and rubbing your silky sticky honey walls, how he’s trying to milk you for more moans. He jerks and bites your shoulder hard hips snapping forward as his rhythm vanishes into desperate bucking and fucking into your wet hole.
His release is quickly followed by your own as you squeeze and moan gripping the sheets as he pants and milks himself and your high. Finally coming down he pulls back before stiffening and giving a quiet, “spicy cod roe…”
You’re panting and glance back with a quirked brow before you feel it, something spilling from you and dripping down you. Then he lifts what’s left of the condom, a sheepish grin and an apologetic look, “w… woof?”
Cw/Tw — Minor gore, Blood, Somno, breeding + pregnancy kink, minorly possessive, Mahito snuck his way in mb, dead body anatomy
MDNI +18 NSFW
Choso Kamo NSFW Alphabet
(A)ftercare - Massaging you, brushing or running a hand through your hair, getting you a drink, he wants you on top of him, head on his chest or full straddle laying on. He’s not much of a talker but even without words you know you’re loved.
(B)ody Part - Heart. He, like Mahito, loves the sounds it makes. Feeling your pulse change based on how you’re feeling. He doesn’t have a beating heart, he’s a corpse, so he has to use his technique to keep his blood flowing. Knowing that yours is just pumping? It’s a morbid love.
(C)um - Inside, as deep as he can. It’s thick, it’s warm, there is surprisingly a lot. You will overflow. He loves that view a LOT. You twitching feeling your heart beat around him as he watches his cum drip from you.
(D)irty Secret - Somnophiliac. Except! He wants you to use HIM. Hell pretend to be sleeping and purposely be in an easy access position for you. He also reaaallly likes slipping into you before sleeping. Something about knowing while you’re both sleeping he’s deep in you and potentially might cum in you while you’re both sleeping? Yeah, oh yeah. Bonus points if you’re willing to do some Somno scenes in a coffin or graveyard.
(E)xperience - None. Bro was a fetus in a tube for the past 150 yrs. He has watched people tho. With Mahito. People being risky and doing it in public? You bet he and Mahito were watching. (Bonus : I think Mahito and Choso are friends. I’ll explain another time)
(F)avorite Position - Spooning, laying in bed of anywhere. He loves leaning back coppin a handful and spreading to watch himself push in and out. He also loves if you’re pushing back onto him while spooning. Otherwise he likes you riding him. Picking it up yet? He likes being on bottom. Bottom =/= submissive tho. Y’all need BDSM education fr
(G)oofy - No. he’s kinda deadpan. He is curious and mildly amused if you start laughing or do something goofy. He gives head tilts and small smiles maybe he’ll chuckle even if it didn’t fly over his head what happened.
(H)air - tight shaven, well groomed but still a bit messy… smells ok? Well if you like the slight stale smell of a freshly dead body. (After research I’ve learned it’s a stale cherry bitter almond smell? Sickly sweet, stale, docotor/dentist office)
(I)ntimacy - He’s trying. Unlike curses who are born with some innate knowledge about society, humans, etc. He wasn’t. He was born and then kept with his brothers in a dark room. His only experience of socializing is with the disaster curses and well… that’s not the greatest.
(J)ack off - Never. He has a boner? Be ready to watch him just not care at all. He might tuck it to the side so it’s not just sticking out but he doesn’t care. He don give a fuck look at his dick. I mean hey, it’s not anything to be embarrassed about it’s just anatomy.
(K)ink - COCK WARMING. Ok I have NO explanation for this otha than I said so. It’s the vibe I get, he seems like a dude to just want you in his lap and his dick in you as often as possible. Train? Yea. Playing board games? Oh yea. Out for lunch? Fo sure. Showering together? Mmmhhhmmmm. He loves when you get heated and wanna start pushing back or down on him. Impatient and needy aren’t you?
(L)ocation - Anywhere, but he prefers the bedroom. Anywhere in the bedroom but in the bedroom. He doesn’t care if there’s an audience except if his brothers are there, then no.
(M)otivation - He doesn’t pick up on subtle signals, and doesn’t view anything sexually naturally. It’s mostly when he’s in the mood or when you tell him.
(N)o - He will NOT use his blood. It is toxic, and can cause bad issues for you. Even if you think he can be careful he doesn’t want to risk it. But he does secretly think having you wear a necklace of his blood would look good tho… chain style, collar, you name it.
(O)ral - Yes and no. He’s NOT good at it. He doesn’t suck he just flat tongue licks, and tongues that shi. He’s eager tho, and watching you intensely. It’s a bit creepy, the gaze, but he’s trying to be hot so cut him some slack. He loves oral given to him but be ready, he might grab a hair full or use both hands to hold your head and treat you like a toy.
(P)ace - slow, sensual, teasing(accidentally), LOTS of foreplay. Even tho he’s touched and seen you naked a bunch he’s still touching and kissing you like it’s the first.
(Q)uicky - Not really. Because why be quick when he can have you warming him wherever you’re going?
(R)isk - He up to try almost anything! chains, whips, punching, sure why not! That doesn’t mean it’ll become an active part of things tho. He prefers the simple more vanilla things y’all do… but sprinkle in some somno, some possessiveness/marking, vouyerism + exhibitionism, and roleplay
(S)tamina - A good deal, not super crazy amounts, his libido is higher than his stamina to keep fuckin tho. He loves getting to cum in you, cock warm with his cum filling you, and then play with you and keep you cumming and twitchin.
(T)oys - No clue what they are. Once you teach him tho? They’re an active part of your sex life. Vibrator in public and he’s got the remote. Vibrating cock ring while warming. You name it. He’s a big vibrator fan.
(U)nfair - kinda yeaaahh. He likes when you pout, get huffy, or desperate! The way you squirm is nice too. He likes lazily playing with your nipples too and it’s certainly teasing especially since he might not even fuck you after.
(V)olume - He’s a huffer, panting, low groans sometimes too. He’s pretty quiet tho, not a loud man, he keeps it quiet.
(W)ild Card - He’ll have a threesome with you and Mahito or Jogo. (I also think him and Jogo good friends) might be up for a foresome even.
(X)-ray - Fundoshi. He’s confused by modern underwear, and he thinks they’re uncomfortable
(Y)es - Breeding/pregnancy kink. like, saying how he’s gonna knock you up(even if you can’t get pregnant) how good you’ll look with his baby in you. Holding your stomach and rubbing it. He’s not turned on by pregnant people, or by the baby. If he can get you pregnant tho? Be ready for so much spoiling and pampering. His hands are neva leaving you now. He is suckin on those titties to totally help milk flow and no other reason. He gonna be so prideful and want to be the best father, have all his brothers see their niece/nephew/nibbling. His family, feels so complete.
(Z)zz - Not unless you’re going to sleep. Then if you are? He waits until you’re asleep first, then he will!
Fem Reader, them getting to see your cunt for the first time. These are short quick reads.
Ft. Todo, Mechamaru(+Kokichi Muta), Megumi, and Yuji
Cw/Tw - horny men, nothin this time
AOI TODO
His warm hands are calloused but the way they run along your thighs and gently squeeze makes them feel so soft like the rest of your lovely man. Todo has kissed almost every inch of you, with a religious fervor that could be likened to the gods giving him a miracle, and Aoi Todo is no religious man but you make him one. The way he’s kneeling before you, holding your thighs and hips lovelingly kissing your thigh, your heart was going to leap from your chest.
“You make me wanna pray,” he murmurs his looking up past his brows to you, and you flush looking away. His kisses start trailing closer to your exposed sex, and he stops right before to shiver with little laugh, “Heh, I’m a bit nervous too, don’t worry, let’s do this together.” And he takes your hand to put on his head to have you guide him to kiss your folds.
MECHAMARU
You thought the poppet was turned off, this was when he normally napped but the stutter and crackle of the Mic said different. Your boyfriend often left his poppet in your room to not be disturbed and for quiet, so you didn’t think much when you started undressing. Now you’re both frozen you wide eyed like a deer in headlights having bent over to take off your pants.
“I’m so sorry- I thought you were-“ you stutter finally breaking from your spell, and scramble to try and cover yourself. The poppet sits there slack jawed for a moment before he begins to stammer as well, “No no no- you look wonderful! I love how you- I’m sorry! Ack-“ you hear a choke of pain from the mic and you both laugh at the awkwardness.
KOKICHI MUTA
His chest is rising and falling rapidly, you’re so worried he’s going to faint or his skin will split, or something! But every time you start to shift to move to hide he’s trying to move to get to you, causing himself pain. You flush looking away, “Kokichi- if it’s too much we don’t have too. Please don’t strain yourself.”
“No, no no. I’m just… I’m in awe. How could I be so lucky?” Kokichi gasps worried he’s made you feel undesirable. You shift nervously in the chair, it’s a bit cold, but you watch him lean as far forward as he can, “please, my love, would you… would you spread her for me? I want to see all of you.”
MEGUMI FUSHIGURO
The breath that leaves is like steam escaping machine releasing stress, almost a whistle even, and Megumi seems so prideful. You’re pinned under him, hands above your head, a dry humping session getting even more heated as he’s pulling your underwear off. Those sharp teeth accent a smug smile, as he’s eating up your sight like a wolf with a bone, savoring every bit.
“Damn, she’s a mess, knew she was eager but damn baby, if I didn’t know any better she wants a baby~” he’s teasing you know it but your face burns and you want to look away but clicks his tongue at you like he’s obedience training you. A hand moves from your wrists to palm at your wet cunt and he chuckles deep and low, leaning down and nipping at your chest, “aww, she tryna pull my hand in. You want that baby? You want my fingers in your pretty cunt?”
YUJI ITADORI
“No, please, I don’t need cuffffsss,” Yuji wines and pulls against the leather cuffs with a klink of their chains, but there’s a much more forceful pull and his eyes dilate like when he’s hunting curses. Why? You’re pulling off your clothes and underwear, and you can hear his heavy breathing already starting to pick up and the strain on the cuffs becoming more active, “Hey, sweetheart… I’ll be good, let’s just get these off yeah? I’ll be gentle! Promise.”
Your heart is pounding, you know how much of an animal he can become, he’s almost feral, it’s like all of the anger he’s been pushing down comes out in this primal way. All of it wanting you, the way he’s mounted you and humped you over your clothes growling, and he even broke the bed board from gripping it too hard. You know those cuffs won’t last, but you need to prep yourself, so lube in hand and fingers starting to finger yourself in a beautiful show, Yuji snarls, “haaahh- teasing me? Please lemme- fuck this.” CRK-!
(A)ftercare - Oh he is the sweetest. Neck kisses shoulder kisses, smiling real big at you, he’s blushing like you just said yes to date him again.
(B)ody Part - Ass, ass, ass, ass, ass! Ass ass? Assssss! Ass ass ass?! Ass!! Ass ass… Ass? Ass.
(C)um - He wants to cum inside, but be careful, ever let him go at it raw? And he’ll NEVER want to wear a condom EVER again. oh but he’s so chill and will get a vasectomy if you require it.
(D)irty Secret - That he’s a freak. On a primal level, he’s like Mahito, he’s like Sukuna. The worst part? He didn’t realize he was until he met you. It was too late, he could never turn this side of him off now. He wants to have you worship him as the king of curses, which he HATES. And loves. He wants to hunt you like prey and pin you force you to submit and bite into you to mark you as HIS mate. Yeah… tip of the iceberg and he’s the titanic.
(E)xperience - None. His hand and that’s it. He’s not even kissed anyone. Why? He’ll shrug and jus be like “I dunno, wasn’t anything that I was looking for I guess.”
(F)avorite Position - lay flat, spooning, or standing, and he’s hitting it from behind. So he can watch your ass shake with every smack of his hips, he also likes when you try to look back at him in that position.
(G)oofy - he’s gonna laugh at a queef, if you fart he’s laughing and being dramatic as hell. “Noooo! The code! You can’t fart on a guys balls! Noooo!!!!”
(H)air - messy, pink, washed, a little musky, happy trail, trail down the balls. Oh but ya know what? He likes YOU unshaven. Rainforest pussy, dick bush, all of it. He prefers hair, he doesn’t mind the shaved look tho. He guesses… but maybe he can convince you to grow it out? A little bit? Even just a patch! Please?
(I)ntimacy - he is SO romantic. Picnics, buying you gifts constantly, taking you out on dates to movies and dinners. Picking you flowers, “I got you this shirt you were looking at and this figure of your favorite anime character!”
(J)ack off - Often. More than you’d think. He was a stressed and angry teen boy, and without any too many outlets… well he developed some habits and seeking dopamine! Like jacking off! Stress relief! Anger? No problem! Bored? Easy! Besides you don’t think that poster was cuz he liked the swimsuit, do you? Why mention Jennifer Lawrence? He knew his answer quick for Todo too.
(K)ink - please shackle him. As much as he will protest, he does like it. He likes being restrained! Blindfolds, gags/muzzles even, and cuffs! Collar him and he’s a mess. He LOVES it. Especially when he breaks out of it and surprises you.
(L)ocation - outside. On the grass. In the forest. Please let him chase you. Or even! Chase you in the house! He’ll be a good boy and not go as fast as he can go… to start.
(M)otivation - honestly not much. He has to already be in the mood, otherwise he’s not thinking about it. However. Teasing him in public will get him riled up.
(N)o - No feet. Please. He can’t take it seriously! He’s so sorry he just can’t! It’s the funny haha kink meme! He won’t make fun of it to your face if you’re into, but if you aren’t he will make jokes about it with you! Like “oooo baby you just finished working out? Bet your feet are all hot and sweaty~! Bahahahah!”
(O)ral - Mlem mlem mlem mlem mlem mlem, in his mouth! In mouth! Please! Yum yum! Eatin fingers, Eatin other shit, Eatin everything! He’s a hungry boy!
(P)ace - BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP *grunts and growls like a sexy alpha* BAP BAP BAP BAP- fr tho he’s thumpin his hips into you like he’s punching Mahito’s face. Then he’ll take pauses where he pushes all the way in and grinds his hips into yours, grinding as deep in as he can.
(Q)uicky - Not really, just not his style… but if it’s giving you oral? Yes please!
(R)isk - oh. Oh. OH. He did not know he was into this! Please please please grind against him, push back onto him and tell him to keep it together cuz you’re in public. But also he’s so up to try a bunch! Just ask!
(S)tamina - yuh. He’s better than unc when it comes to cumming multiple times but in overall stamina unc still beats him. He’s going at it for a good while, as long as you’re good with it and want it! I’d give him a solid 3hrs maybe 4
(T)oys - okay. He’s kinda dumb about toys. Dunno why it’s just my read on him. But he likes how you react when used on you! He’s a big butt plug fan for you as well… he’s a bit shy about it tho
(U)nfair - he doesn’t really tease! Sometimes he will tho, and it’s public teasing of him fingering/groping you. He’s not grinding against you in public, but he’s got a hand on you while he’s smiling and talking to someone like nothings happening
(V)olume - gawd damn can this mf be loud. He’s moaning and groaning, praising and degrading you whichever gets better reactions. “Fuck, can’t even wait to get home huh? Need me fucking you that bad? Don’t worry, I’ll give it too you soon<3”
(W)ild Card - he… he’s kinda thinking about the tattoos. They’re so cool he hates that they’re so cool! But he’d look so good, better than that asshole for sure! He thinks he’d look hot too!
(X)-ray - plaid boxers and boxer briefs… but also he’s got some really stupid ones. Human earthworm boxers for sure! White ones with hearts to match with his besto friendo, too.
(Y)es - Coming as a surprise, he’s open to threesomes and even foursomes! He’s not specifically thought of anyone, but it just sounds nice and really hot!
(Z)zz - yes yes! Put on a show! Cuddle! Eat snacks and drink pop! Get all lazy, let him rub your stomach, drift off together and sleep! Yessss!
First chunk is exposition, then it’s the boys. What happens when your man sees you being flirted with?
PRELUDE
When a guy slides up next to you at the bar, grinning like he’d just won the lottery, you didn’t immediately brush him off. Mostly because he wasn’t annoying—yet—and partly because you were curious to see how far he'd go before he took the hint.
“Did it hurt?” he asked, eyes gleaming with anticipation.
You blinked. “Excuse me?”
“When you fell from heaven,” he clarified, finger-gunning with zero irony. You actually laughed—not with him, more at him, but he didn’t seem to notice the difference.
“Wow,” you mused. “That’s vintage. Do you dust that one off for special occasions?”
He chuckled like you were flirting back. “Only when I see someone who makes it worth it.”
You rested your elbow on the bar and gave him a look, still smiling. He wasn’t threatening, just... kind of ridiculous. He probably meant well. Or maybe he was just drunk enough to think he stood a chance. Either way, it was easier to play along with a few sarcastic quips than to go full shutdown mode. You figured he’d get bored eventually… He didn’t.
“I’m serious,” he went on. “You’ve got this whole mysterious vibe. Like... someone with stories. I could listen to you talk all night.”
“You don’t even know my name.”
“Then tell me.”
You tapped your fingers on your glass, swirling the last bit of your drink. “That’s usually how conversations go, huh? I tell you my name, then what? You try to guess my favorite color?”
“Let me guess—black,” he said confidently, eyes flicking to your outfit.
You snorted. “Wow. You cracked the code.”
He leaned in a little closer, clearly not getting the hint—or maybe refusing to. “You’ve got a great laugh, y’know that?”
You smile and roll your eyes, your boyfriend should have been here by now, and glancing to the clock? Oh he should’ve been here 10 minutes ago! Where is that-
JOGO
A dense, invisible pulse of heat that rolled across the room like a thunderhead. Not enough to scorch, but enough to make your skin tingle. You didn’t turn. You didn’t have to.
Behind you, the low-grade sorcerer’s bravado flickered. He stiffened, head turning slowly like he knew something ancient and pissed off had just walked in.
“Didn’t realize gnats could talk,” came the voice—low, volcanic, rough around the edges. Jogo.
You smiled, and finally looked over your shoulder. There he was.
Your furnace in humanoid form, eyes smoldering, posture loose but predatory. Smoke flickered lazily from the crest of his head, not aggressive—yet. Just a warning.
The sorcerer at your side paled.
“Can I help you?” he managed, voice cracking.
Jogo didn’t acknowledge him. His gaze was already on you.
“You alright, firefly?”
You leaned against the bar with a casual tilt, letting him look. “Took you long enough.”
“You act like you’re not the one lighting up the entire damn city,” he muttered, stepping closer. His heat curled around you instinctively, like a protective shroud. “Hard to walk into a room without every moth throwing itself at you.”
The sorcerer tried to recover. “Hey—look, I didn’t realize they were taken.”
You rolled your eyes. “I’m not an object.”
“You’re mine,” Jogo growled. “That’s different.”
Your heart shouldn’t still stutter when he said shit like that. But it did. Because it wasn’t just possessiveness—it was need, blazing and raw.
The sorcerer lifted his hands in retreat. “Okay, okay. Message received.”
“You sure?” Jogo asked, tilting his head. Flames licked higher from his head. “Because I’m happy to burn it into you if it didn’t stick.”
You stood then, slipping away from the bar and toward him—because he was the gravity in the room. He always had been.
You placed your hand against his chest, right over the soft orange glow beneath his skin. “Let it go,” you murmured, voice low. “He’s not worth your fire.”
He didn’t move. For a second, you thought he might actually roast the guy anyway. But then he exhaled—and the heat dimmed. Not gone. Never gone. Just redirected.
“All of them,” Jogo muttered, as the man beat a hasty retreat. “Every goddamn time. Like they’ve never seen a spark before.”
You raised a brow. “Is this jealousy I’m sensing?”
“No,” he said. “It’s about nerve. And the fact that I can’t incinerate every idiot who thinks you’re unclaimed.”
“I thought you liked when I got attention.”
“I like when you get attention from me.” He leaned down, his mouth grazing just beside your ear. “I like when you get flustered firefly.”
You swallowed thickly. “Then maybe stop showing up late.”
He squints, giving lip. “I said I’d meet you at 9:30.”
“It’s 9:43.”
“I had to make a sorcerer scream on my way here. Romantic, right?”
You huffed a laugh, leaning into him slightly. “You’ve got a twisted idea of romance.”
“I lit their eyebrows on fire in the shape of a heart,” he deadpanned. “It was symbolic.”
You bit your lip, half-annoyed and half in love. “You’re lucky I like you.”
“No,” Jogo said, his hand finding your waist, his thumb brushing just above your hip. “I’m lucky you see me.”
You blinked. That… was new. Not the heat. Not the teasing. But that crack in the armor.
You looked up at him—truly looked—and his eye was softer now. Still blazing, still intense, but not angry. Just… happy. For you. For all of this.
And for once, he wasn’t rushing to devour. He was just holding it.
The heat between you rose, slow and steady. The world around you melted into a blur of shadows and neon.
“Take me somewhere,” you said quietly. “Somewhere we don’t have to be careful.”
His mouth curved into something crooked and fond. “I know just the place.”
You left together, the bar sighing in relief behind you.
URAUME
The temperature dropped.
Not drastically. Not instantly. Just enough to notice. A whisper of wind that didn’t belong, the kind that made the hairs on your arms stand up. The kind that said you were no longer alone.
The sorcerer didn’t seem to feel it right away.
But you did.
A presence behind you—cold, smooth, patient. And furious.
“I believe,” came the voice—sharp and dangerous like cracked glass, “you were just leaving.”
The sorcerer blinked. Looked over your shoulder. And paled.
Uraume stood there, expression unreadable, eyes calm in that way that meant someone was seconds from dying. Their posture was immaculate, hands folded neatly at their sides, as if they were politely waiting for the trash to take itself out.
“I—I didn’t know they were—”
Uraume didn’t even look at you. Their eyes stayed locked on the sorcerer like they were mentally calculating the cleanest way to unspool his insides. “You didn’t ask. You assumed. That’s worse.”
The guy raised his hands, backpedaling. “Look, I didn’t mean anything by it. We were just talking—”
“Don’t insult my intelligence,” they snapped. “You weren’t talking. You were pawing.”
You stood slowly, stepping aside just enough to give them room. Uraume brushed past you, never touching, but their presence grazed your skin like frostbite.
“I suggest you go,” they continued, “before I forget I’m trying to stay unnoticed tonight.”
The sorcerer went. Fast. You didn’t even watch. You were already watching them.
Uraume didn’t speak right away. They exhaled, slow and controlled, eyes flicking to your drink. “You let him talk to you for too long.”
You arched a brow. “I didn’t let him. I just didn’t care enough to vaporize him.”
“That is not a standard I approve of.”
You smirked. “What, jealous?”
They finally looked at you. Their eyes were like twin daggers—sharp, discerning, and cold enough to freeze fire.
“I am territorial,” they said flatly. “There’s a difference.”
You moved a little closer, just to test the waters. “So dramatic.”
They didn’t step back.
“If I am,” they murmured, “you made me that way.”
You studied them—perfect posture, expression carved out of ice, yet beneath it all… the tension in their jaw. The flare of cursed energy still humming under the surface. They hated being in public. Hated being seen with you in vulnerable moments. But they were here anyway.
“You could’ve just frozen his mouth shut,” you offered. “Quick. Clean.”
“I considered it.”
“Didn’t want to waste the energy?”
“I didn’t want to waste time. My time.” Their voice dropped an octave. “I have no patience for insects who forget what they’re beneath.”
Your chest twisted a little. Not fear. Something deeper. You’d never been scared of Uraume.
You were drawn to them. The chill in their presence, the razor-thin line between affection and violence. And how, for all their elegance, they still chose to be seen with you.
“You’re glaring.”
“I am ensuring your safety.”
“I’m capable of—”
“I know,” they interrupted sharply. Then softer: “But tonight is supposed to be for us.”
Silence settled.
You stepped closer, just slightly, enough to feel the temperature dip again. Their eyes stayed locked on yours, cool and steady, you reach and take their hand.
Not for others to see.
Just for you and them.
And that touch? It was the warmest place here.
KIYOTAKA IJICHI
“Ah... excuse me,” came the quiet voice, slightly breathless but clear. “Sorry to interrupt.”
You turned, relief sparking the second you saw him.
Ijichi.
Hair slightly wind-tossed from the night air, suit neat but not perfect. He looked nervous — not because of you, but because of the scene. He hated confrontation. But he’d come anyway.
You offered him a soft smile. “Hey. You’re right on time.”
“Sorry I—uh—had to park a little farther than usual. The... the lot was full.” He hesitated, then gently placed a hand on the back of your chair. Not forceful. Just present.
The other sorcerer glanced between you. “Oh. You two know each other?”
You could practically see Ijichi’s thoughts racing behind his glasses. He didn’t want to make a scene. But he also wasn’t about to leave you sitting here with some guy breathing beer fumes into your face.
So instead of answering the question, he reached out — slow, deliberate — and picked up your glass.
“This yours?” he asked softly.
You nodded. He handed it to you, fingers brushing yours just slightly. Then, in a move so casual you almost missed it, he rested his hand at the small of your back. Light. Barely noticeable. But firm.
You saw the other sorcerer clock it.
Ijichi didn’t say anything. Just looked politely at the man and offered a slight bow of his head. “Apologies. We had plans.”
The tone was extremely civil.
The message was extremely clear.
“Oh,” the sorcerer said, blinking. “Right. Got it.”
He left.
Not immediately. But soon enough that the silence afterward felt like air returning to the room.
Ijichi exhaled.
You glanced at him. “You hate doing that.”
“I really do,” he said. “But I hate watching someone make you uncomfortable more.”
You smiled, touched. “So you decided to... assert yourself by handing me a drink and gently standing too close?”
He flushed faintly. “I thought it would be... diplomatic.”
You leaned in and kissed his cheek. He blinked, eyes wide behind his glasses.
“That was diplomatic,” you teased.
He looked away, flustered but happy. His hand hadn’t moved from your back.
“You didn’t have to come early,” you said gently.
“I wanted to,” he murmured. “I always want to. Just... sometimes takes me a while to get there.”
You laced your fingers through his under the table.
He squeezed back.
And that, you thought, was Ijichi. Quiet, careful, but steady. The kind of warmth that didn’t blaze or chill, but stayed — even when it scared him.
AOI TODO
CLAP.
You blinked.
The guy was suddenly gone.
In his place, Aoi Todo sat across from you, legs spread wide, hands clasped on the table like he’d always been there. Meanwhile, the sorcerer now stood all the way at the bar entrance, blinking in confusion like he’d just been mugged by teleportation.
Todo grinned at you, sharp and wolfish. “Miss me, babe?”
You sighed, but your smile betrayed you. “Show-off.”
He leaned in, elbows braced, his body language screaming this seat is taken and so is the person across from me.
“I sensed,” he said, “that a low-grade cretin was invading my beloved’s personal space. Naturally, I had no choice but to intervene.”
You gave him a long look. “So you swapped seats with him instead of just walking over like a normal person?”
“I am not normal,” Todo said proudly, gesturing at himself. “I am exceptional.”
At the bar, the sorcerer staggered forward. “What the hell just—?!”
Todo raised one massive hand and snapped. “No.”
The man stopped mid-step.
Todo didn’t even look at him. His attention was fully on you, now leaning one arm on the table so he could drop his voice slightly. “Are you alright?”
“I wasn’t in danger,” you said with a smirk. “Just bored.”
Todo leaned closer, eyes flashing. “Then let me entertain you.”
You rolled your eyes — but he took your hand across the table and brought it to his lips, gently. For all his volume, his touch was surprisingly tender when it came to you.
“You’re ridiculous,” you murmured.
“I am,” he said, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “And I am yours. Don’t forget it.”
From behind you, the sorcerer finally found his voice again. “You can’t just teleport people without—!”
CLAP.
He was gone again.
This time, he landed outside the bar. Through the window, you could see him stumble into the sidewalk with a loud “What the—?!”
Todo exhaled with satisfaction and cracked his neck.
“You’re going to get a ban,” you warned.
“They should thank me,” he replied. “I am improving the view.”
You laughed, unable to help it. “Are you jealous?”
“I’m attentive,” Todo corrected. “I know what I have. And I won’t let anyone — anyone — mistake you for unclaimed. You are a person of strength, brilliance, and unmatched taste.” He raised a brow. “After all… you chose me.”
You leaned across the table, brushing your fingers through his bangs just to make him flinch. “Yeah. I did.”
He smirked. “Boogie Woogie wasn’t the only reason I won tonight.”
First chunk is exposition, then it’s the boys. What happens when your man sees you being flirted with?
PRELUDE
When a guy slides up next to you at the bar, grinning like he’d just won the lottery, you didn’t immediately brush him off. Mostly because he wasn’t annoying—yet—and partly because you were curious to see how far he'd go before he took the hint.
“Did it hurt?” he asked, eyes gleaming with anticipation.
You blinked. “Excuse me?”
“When you fell from heaven,” he clarified, finger-gunning with zero irony. You actually laughed—not with him, more at him, but he didn’t seem to notice the difference.
“Wow,” you mused. “That’s vintage. Do you dust that one off for special occasions?”
He chuckled like you were flirting back. “Only when I see someone who makes it worth it.”
You rested your elbow on the bar and gave him a look, still smiling. He wasn’t threatening, just... kind of ridiculous. He probably meant well. Or maybe he was just drunk enough to think he stood a chance. Either way, it was easier to play along with a few sarcastic quips than to go full shutdown mode. You figured he’d get bored eventually… He didn’t.
“I’m serious,” he went on. “You’ve got this whole mysterious vibe. Like... someone with stories. I could listen to you talk all night.”
“You don’t even know my name.”
“Then tell me.”
You tapped your fingers on your glass, swirling the last bit of your drink. “That’s usually how conversations go, huh? I tell you my name, then what? You try to guess my favorite color?”
“Let me guess—black,” he said confidently, eyes flicking to your outfit.
You snorted. “Wow. You cracked the code.”
He leaned in a little closer, clearly not getting the hint—or maybe refusing to. “You’ve got a great laugh, y’know that?”
You smile and roll your eyes, your boyfriend should have been here by now, and glancing to the clock? Oh he should’ve been here 10 minutes ago! Where is that-
YUTA OKKOTSU
A hand settled gently but firmly on your lower back. Familiar. Warm.
“I’m late,” came a voice that made your spine relax and shoulders drop. “Sorry baby, Gojo called me last second.”
The guy at the bar looked up at the newcomer, clearly sizing him up. You didn’t have to look—you already knew who it was.
“Yuta,” you greeted, the relief in your tone not even masked. You leaned slightly into his touch, subtle but clear.
Yuta Okkotsu didn’t smile back. He was watching the man beside you with calm, unreadable eyes, the kind that always seemed a little too soft until you realized they weren’t blinking.
The guy laughed awkwardly. “Oh—this your boyfriend?” He looked between you and Yuta, as if waiting for confirmation that might absolve him of guilt.
You didn’t have to answer. Yuta stepped forward, just enough that his body angled between the two of you. Not aggressive, but definitely there. His fingers flexed just a little against your back, grounding.
“Yeah,” he said, voice low and even. “Who are you? Pretty sure I know all their friends.”
The other man raised his hands in mock defense. “Hey, wasn’t trying to step on anyone’s toes. We were just talking.”
“Right,” Yuta said, with the kind of smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Well. You’ve talked enough.”
There was a beat of tension, silent and still, like the air before a lightning strike. You could almost feel cursed energy humming beneath Yuta’s skin—not outward, not obvious—but present. Barely leashed.
The guy took the hint this time. “Alright, alright. No harm meant.” He slid off the barstool and disappeared into the crowd looking back judging the two of you before shaking his head.
You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Yuta clicked his tongue and turned to face you fully now, his hand still at your back, the other coming up to brush a loose strand of hair—or was it just an excuse to touch you?
“You okay?” he asked, eyes scanning your face like he was looking for microfractures, like he wanted to repair any damage before you could even feel it.
“Yeah. I was fine,” you replied, meeting his gaze. “But I’m glad you showed up when you did. He was persistent.”
Yuta frowned, and for a moment, the softness in him warred with something else—something sharper. “If I’d known he was bothering you, I’d have gotten here much faster.”
You touched his chest lightly. “I handled it. But thank you.”
He leaned down, forehead briefly resting against yours. “You shouldn’t have to handle guys like that alone.”
A pause.
“And I don’t like anyone else making you laugh.”
You smirked. “Even when I’m laughing at them?”
“Especially then,” he muttered, sliding an arm around your waist as he pulled you into him fully. “Come on. Let’s get out of here before someone else gets ideas.”
You followed without protest, letting Yuta guide you out into the cool night air, a small laugh escaping you that made Yuta relax and smile more finally.
TOGE INUMAKI
“Excuse me,” said a voice to your left. “Is this seat taken by your incredibly handsome, mysterious boyfriend?”
You blinked and turned—only to find Toge standing there, expression calm. He was trying very hard to look suave, leaning his elbow on the bar like he was in a shampoo commercial.
You blinked again. “Toge?”
“Salmon,” he said, giving you a small smile—then side-eyed the guy sitting next to you with not-so-hidden suspicion.
The guy raised an eyebrow. “Who’s this?”
“My boyfriend,” you said quickly, sliding off your barstool and moving closer to Toge, who straightened like a victorious game show contestant.
The guy laughed, clearly not getting the hint. “Really? Huh. You don’t talk much, do you?”
Toge’s smile twitched. “Tuna mayo,” he said, which you knew meant I am choosing not to curse you today, but I could.
You tried not to laugh as you reached for his hand. “Don’t worry, he’s just shy,” you told the guy. “But dangerously adorable.”
Toge’s ears turned red. He still held your hand though, squeezing it a little tighter.
“Anyway,” you continued, sipping the last of your drink, “we were just about to go.”
“We were?” Toge asked, his voice lifting with the tiniest hint of panic.
You leaned into him. “Unless you want to sit here and have a three-way conversation about my laugh and whether or not I fell from heaven.”
He blinked. “...bonito flakes.”
The guy chuckled like he still didn’t get it. “Hey, I didn’t mean anything by it—just having a friendly chat.”
Toge nodded slowly. “Friendly.” Then after a pause, he added with absolutely no menace, “Bonito flakes.”
The guy frowned, finally catching on. “Alright, alright. You two have fun.” He stood up and disappeared into the crowd, mumbling something about “weird couples” under his breath.
As soon as he was gone, Toge exhaled dramatically and dropped his forehead to your shoulder. “Mentaiko.”
You laughed. “What does that one mean?”
“Annoyance,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by your jacket.
You ruffled his hair. “You did great. Very mysterious. Very intimidating.”
He peeked up at you. “Salmon?”
“Yes, cool,” you translated with a grin. “Now c’mon, Smooth Criminal. Let’s get out of here before you spontaneously combust.”
Toge took your hand again, this time lacing his fingers with yours and giving you a sheepish but satisfied smile. He didn’t look back once as you both headed for the exit—though he did whisper “Spicy cod roe” under his breath.
You just squeezed his hand and laughed.
MEGUMI FUSHIGURO
“Is he bothering you?”
You turned to see Megumi, standing there in a black sweater and dark jeans like he’d just walked out of a noir detective movie and into the bar where he gets the evidence he needed. Hands in his pockets. Hair slightly windblown. Entire presence radiating ‘please test me, I’m so tired’ energy.
Your eyes lit up. “Hey, you’re late.”
“That guy,” he said. Then, cutting a look to the guy next to you, “...And apparently, fate.”
The guy squinted at him. “Who are you, exactly?”
Megumi blinked. “Their boyfriend.”
There was a pause. The guy stared, clearly recalculating his odds. “Oh. Right. Didn’t take you for liking emos Angel haha.”
Megumi didn’t blink. “Don’t call em that.”
He stepped closer.
“Can’t take a hint huh? Beat it.”
The guy snorted, attempting to brush it off. “Relax, man. We were just talking.”
Megumi tilted his head slightly. “Were you.”
There was something about the way he said it—toneless, unimpressed—that made even you want to stand up straighter. The guy, sensing whatever this was, raised his hands in surrender.
“Okay, okay. I’m out.” He slid off the barstool and disappeared into the crowd. Huffing as he went and Megumi watched him go with a lazy glare. You give a small chuckle smiling at him and reach to take his hand.
Megumi watched until he was gone, then turned back to you, frowning faintly.
“You let him monologue at you for that long?”
You shrugged. “He wasn’t threatening. Just painfully committed to the bit.”
“‘Did it hurt when you fell from heaven’ level committed?”
“You heard that, huh?”
Megumi sighed. “Unfortunately.”
You bumped your shoulder against him. “C’mon, it was funny.”
“It was tragic.”
You grinned. “Jealous, much?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Of that guy?”
“Well, you did show up looking like the human version of storm clouds, so... maybe a little.”
Megumi stared at you for a beat. Then, deadpan: “You like that.”
You laughed, grabbing your drink. “You’re not wrong.”
He took your hand, a quiet gesture—just enough pressure to say mine, not enough to make a scene. Then he leaned down and muttered near your ear, voice soft and dry:
“If one more guy tries to flirt with you when I’m not around, I’m bringing one of the dogs next time.”
You snorted. “Like that’s not just going to make me more popular.”
“Not when they lose their balls.”
You snort and he smiles relaxing in the stool beside you.
YUJI ITADORI
“Baaaaabe!”
You turned, barely catching your breath before Yuji practically tackled you into a hug from behind, arms wrapped around your waist and chin landing on your shoulder like he lived there.
“Sorry I’m late!” he grinned, not loosening his grip. “You look amazing by the way. Is that new? Did you do something with your hair? I missed you so much—it’s been like, a full day.”
You snorted. “It’s been six hours.”
“Felt like a year.”
Meanwhile, the guy you’d been talking to was still right there—watching the scene unfold with a confused little squint.
Yuji didn’t even notice him.
Instead, he was nuzzling your cheek. “Also, I brought snacks. I mean, I already ate most of them. But you can have, like, one mochi.”
“Generous,” you said, smiling despite yourself.
At this point, Yuji had not let go of you. One arm was still tight around your waist, the other now casually resting on your thigh as he leaned in way too close. If this was a romcom, you’d already be making out over the cocktail menu.
The guy next to you cleared his throat. Loudly.
Yuji looked up, blinking at him like he was just now noticing a human was standing there.
“Oh hey, dude!” Yuji said brightly. “Did you already order? The nachos here are insane. Seriously, they’re, like, life-changing. Do you want me to move? Wait, am I in your seat?”
The guy frowned. “No. I was talking to them.”
Yuji tilted his head. “Oh cool! They’re super fun, right? I mean, like—kind of mean sometimes, but in a hot way.”
You buried your face in your hand.
The guy looked back at you, then to Yuji, then back again. “Wait… are you two… together?”
Yuji blinked.
Paused.
Then slowly looked down at how he was currently wrapped around you like an over-affectionate octopus. “…Oh.”
You stared at him. “Seriously?”
“I didn’t say anything!” he defended. “I just assumed it was obvious from all the touching!”
The guy stood up, clearly annoyed. “Right. Okay. This whole thing’s weird anyway.”
Yuji waved as he walked off. “Nice meeting you, man!”
You turned back to Yuji, exasperated. “You could’ve just said ‘I’m their boyfriend.’”
“Yeah, but then I’d have to stop kissing you long enough to talk,” he said with a grin, already leaning back in. “And I had priorities.”
You sighed, but you didn’t stop him as he hugged you again, dramatically laying his head in your lap this time.
