Myth

Myth

Bang Chan x reader. highly recommend listening to Myth by Beach House while reading! <3

Skimming across the edge of being friends and something more with Chan is a dangerous game. Even more so when you're both sharing the same bed.

(@inniejeonginnie cameo because she's innie's gf!)

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"The heater won't work," Seungmin announces to the group, and you all stare at each other blankly.

This was Seungmin's family cabinet. It was a tradition for you all to go there on your winter break- Seungmin, Jeongin and their partners, and then you and Chan. There were only three bedrooms along with the living room- that's where Chan was supposed to sleep. But the heater isn't working. He'll surely freeze in there all by himself.

"He can stay in my room, it's okay," you smile slightly, turning around to gauge Chan's reaction. He smiles back, but his hand is curled into a tight fist. He unclenches it once he spots you staring.

"Then that's settled! See you tomorrow!" Jeongin rapidly exclaims, happy at the prospect of not having to sleep next to Chan. He pulls his girlfriend Anya by the hand, biding you all goodnight.

One by one they all go upstairs, until it's only you and Chan left in there. Suddenly, the oxygen is sucked out of the room; and you feel as if you're standing in a field doused with gasoline, where a single flame teeters on the edge of igniting- threatening to set you both aflame.

"You coming?" you ask and he nods wordlessly. You walk ahead first, and Chan places his hand on your lower back. He drops it once you reach the top of the stairs, but the ghost of his touch lingers in there, his fingertips now seared into your spine.

The light is warm in your room, curtsey of the chandelier hanging from the wall. Its yellow glow reflects on Chan's honeyed skin, and you can't seem to take your eyes off of him as he settles on the edge of your bed.

"I'll go change and then you can go to the bathroom too," you say quietly, and he simply nods. He hasn't spoken once since you invited him in. It's driving you insane. Did he not want this? Were you reading all the signs wrong?

You come out of the bathroom; your hair put away in a braid to keep it out of your face. You can feel Chan’s burning gaze on the curve of your exposed neck, before he goes in after you without a word.

You climb into the bed, your back flush against the headboard. You watch silently as Chan comes out his turn. He's wearing a simple black t-shirt and loose shorts. Suddenly, you are hit by the domesticity of it all. You and Chan in your pajamas, sharing the same bed. Is this how it would be if you started dating? Waiting for him to get changed, to come onto the bed with you? Maybe you'd brush your teeth together, maybe he'd be the one braiding your hair.

"Good night," he whispers, his voice hoarse as he turns the light off.

"Good night," you say just as quietly, palpable tension oozing from the both of you.

You both lay down, heads facing the ceiling. The bed is big, big enough for you both to never touch each other throughout the night. And yet, you can feel the warmth radiating from his body, reaching your own in waves. He's so close and yet he feels so far away.

You can't sleep, you know you won't. Not when all you are thinking about is the man next to you. You don't know what changed; if you were in this bed one year ago, you'd both be cracking jokes. There would be no tense silence surrounding you, threatening to suffocate you under its weight.

But that would be a year ago. Things are different now between the two of you. You can't pinpoint when exactly, but suddenly, Chan's eyes on you were scorching, setting your body ablaze. Suddenly, each time your hand brushed against his, you felt butterflies roaming through your stomach, violently as if fighting for a way to come out and meet the man who's making you feel this way.

If you built yourself a myth, you'd know just what to give

Chan was abruptly everywhere. He was there, opening doors for you, and he was there wiping your tears away. He was there kissing your forehead gently and smiling so wildly at your unfunny jokes. Your eyes searched for his in every room, and you always found him looking back, always.

And he was there, when you were both tipsy over some cheap wine, giggling in the middle of an empty playground at midnight. He was there, caressing your cheeks and painting them pink, as if his fingers were paintbrushes and your face a canvas. And he was there, leaning forward and brushing his lips against yours, before moving them away.

What comes after this momentary bliss?

You've never spoken about that day, and here you are now, lying on the same bed, burning up.

"Are you asleep?" he asks after a while, turning around to look at you.

"No," you reply, shifting in your place to face him as well. "Are you cold?" you ask quietly.

"No. Never around you," he confesses breathlessly, making your heart skip a beat.

The consequence of what you do to me

He leans closer to you, his hand shaking as it raises up to rest on top of your cheek. You exhale a rugged breath, heart beating wildly in your chest.

"What are you doing?" you ask, and he shushes you slightly, his thumb trailing across your lower lip in an agonizing manner.

"Tell me this is real, that you feel it too," he pleads, eyes begging looking into yours. He leans even closer to you, until your noses brush against one another.

"Tell me I'm not imagining it, whatever this is. Help me to name it," he says as he places your hand on top of his heart. It's hammering in there too.

Help me to name it

You tentatively raise your free hand, tracing over his pretty features, and he closes his eyes, exhaling softly at your touch.  

"You drive me insane Chan," you whisper, "Why didn't you kiss me that night?"

"I thought you didn't want me to."

You shake your head, "I wanted you to."

Help me to name it

"Really?" he smiles tentatively, and you nod, "Really."

He's cautious as his hand slides down the back of your neck, pulling you closer. Your hand finds his hair, playing with its soft brown locks.

Help me to name it

"You want me?"

"I want you."

"What are we?" he asks, as his lips brush against yours once again.

"We can name it tomorrow."

soft Toji dog-sitting for a generous!reader

pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt. 4 - pt. 5 - pt. 6

cw for this chapter: discussion of assault (reader)

synopsis: Toji was quite accustomed to objectifying himself for a check. And to be frank, far worse actions as well. Now he’s not sure what to do with himself after meeting the kind and generous owner of the dog he pet-sits for.

read along as Toji grows more comfortable around you despite his past.

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Try as he might, Toji could not escape the sounds of your frightened voice from the night prior. He slept horribly, tossing from his side to his back only to stare up at your ceiling fan. When he finally got up, he busied himself with cleaning the house before your return.

You had told him not to worry about staying past the afternoon, that you expected to be back in time to feed the dog, but Toji insisted on staying. He wanted to see you. More importantly, he wanted to speak to you. There were several things he would have liked to have spoken about, but the one thing weighing on his mind was what had happened the night prior.

Your desperate apologies, your wavering voice. All of it felt so disconcerting.

So Toji stayed.

He stayed and washed the sheets, stayed and made up the bed, stayed and swept the floors.

He was a decisive man. If he wanted to do something? Consider it done. So why? Why was he second-guessing himself when he heard your car pull up the driveway? Why did his heart pound as if he was in some kind of danger? Why did he find himself pacing, looking for something to occupy himself with? All so he didn't seem like he was waiting for you.

But he was, he was waiting for you.

A pause permeated the foyer and kitchen when he heard you open the door and for a moment his throat felt tight, you hadn't seen him yet. His grip on the rag he was "washing dishes" with tightened. He heard a light gasp and spun around. Finally.

"Toji! I didn't realize you were here, I didn't see your car." You spun around to peek out the window, Toji dropped the towel and moved to the island. Closer to you. To observe you. You looked fine.

"Glad you made it back. He's been waiting for you." Toji pointed to the dog that was currently bounding around you in a show of tender love.

You kneeled down and scratched the dog's neck. "Thank you so much for watching him, I know how much he loved your company, but, Toji, how did you get here?"

He smiles, "Took the bus, needed gas." He didn't, he just wanted an excuse to stay. But by the look on your face, this was clearly the wrong response.

"Oh, my- Toji! Oh! You should have said, I would pay for your gas!" You had shot up at his statement and were looking at him with embarrassed disappointment.

"Oh please" He rolled his eyes, "You're plenty generous enough."

"I don't want you riding the bus at night, I'll give you a ride, or I can order you an Uber, like before."

Toji was thinking fast, why were you so keen on his leaving? Was it because you were uncomfortable? Or did you feel like it was a burden for him to stay? Whatever the answer, he was still caught up on the fact that you didn't want him riding the bus. How silly, to worry about his safety.

"Nah, it's no problem, I was staying here regardless." He shrugged.

"Was everything alright? Did you have everything you needed?" You smile at him and he eases a breath, okay, no more talk of leaving.

"Everything and then some. You've got a real nice place." He took a step closer to scratch the dog's ear. "Good trip?"

He didn't want to push. He wouldn't. But he couldn't help the curiosity. Especially when he watched your face falling at his question.

"Oh... yes, well" You sighed, shrugged, and avoided eye contact. "Work, you know."

"So..... not a good time." Toji tried for a tone of joviality but your eyes did not brighten.

"No. Wish I could've been here." You spoke so quietly that he could barely hear. He was worried that, within a moment, you would call him a cab, or usher him to your BMW. This was it.

Toji had been hungry for information since your text. It was for no reason other than his experience with law enforcement that he stayed up last night. Thinking about what type of situation you were in.

"Can I ask you a question?" Toji began, your head whipping to his face, nodding slightly, "It's about last night."

He noticed instantly- your eyebrows rose, along with your shoulders. You took a breath in as your chin lifted up. Unaware to you, your arms encircled your torso. You were so easy to read.

You didn't speak though. Toji took the silence once again. "Something happened, while you were away." Not a question, he realized as it came out. Damn, what was he saying? You didn't respond and he scrambled for the right words.

"Did-I mean. Did something happen?" So eloquent.

You sighed, looking at your shoes. Right on cue, your dog whimpered at your feet. "Yeah...' You draw it out, there's humor in your tone. "I didn't want to go on the trip anyway." Sighing, you look up at the ceiling, Toji gets the feeling that you were speaking to yourself.

"Didn't realize you saw a lot of crime in your business." How is it he can hold eye contact so steadily? How is it he can look through to your soul?

"Hmm?" You raise a brow, and then your eyes grow, "Oh! No! No! I don't." He laughs from his chest. The prospect of criminal activity leaves you aghast. "It wasn't a crime! Well..." You begin that mumbling "talking-to-yourself" way of speech, "Not a serious one, I've had problems with him for ages now."

Toji stops. You stop. You said too much.

"Him?" Toji's brows are stitched tightly together. Had he misheard?

"Oh!" You begin, catching his eyes that are glued to you. "It's not serious. If it was I would do something. It's not that!" You huff out, “Not like that…”

But Toji hadn't said anything. He remains silent. Waiting for you to continue. The dog begins to pace. You run a hand through your hair and then wave nonsensically as if to ward off the air around you.

"Who are we talking about." Toji's voice has only once sounded like this. It had sounded this way over the phone that night he carried your dog a mile, drove him to the vet, and silently watched you bandage his hands.

It had sounded like this when he was desperate.

"Aagh!" You shook your head. Dispelling some unhappy thought or memory. "I'm not... really supposed to be speaking about all this. It's been handled." You wave your hands dramatically, making a show of finding the time, you start up again, "Oh goodness, look at the clock, Toji let me get you a ride so you can be home for dinner!"

"I'd like to hear about this actually." He doesn't move. He slowly maneuvers his head to follow your gaze. "Having trouble with a co-worker?"

Toji had his fair share of experiences with unsavory characters in his time working in different industries. They were never too difficult to handle, though.

You laugh painfully, "Unfortunately, yeah, but there's really nothing to do..." Your making "shooing" motions with your hands again, motioning between him and the door.

"That why you didn't wanna go on this trip?" He watches your motion - ignores it.

"Gosh, yes. You know how it goes." Toji hums.

"Police involved?" He watches you. Your hands shiver to a stop, you turn to meet his eyes, suddenly still.

"No." You look at him. "No, it was handled before that."

"But he wasn't fired." His head slants to the left.

"No reason to fire him." You're looking at him differently now. You sound different now. Finite. Tired.

"Well, if police could be involved, there has to be some reason." He looks at you, but you're not speaking. You're not smiling. You're not moving.

"He was the one to make you cry that night." He asks, but it's not a question this time either.

"I think you should go get dinner, Toji." You speak softly, but there is really no room for disagreement allowed.

"There's gotta be something, just tell your boss if you don't wanna work with some dickhead." He's trying to help, he is, but it's coming out all wrong. He doesn't know the situation, and he's never had a real job before, he doesn't know - that even though your position is one of power - although you are high up in a huge conglomerate - although you have a million opportunities in front of you that he's never been offered - although you make real, honest money - some of the most evil people are in those positions as well.

And things that, he, a killer, a prostitute, a gambler, a criminal, could never imagine even in his most dark moments, go on, under the veil of the shiny "opulence" so easily desired.

"He's not just a colleague, Toji." Your sentences are chopped as they leave your lips. Toji realized suddenly that the only reason you're speaking now is because he has obviously made you upset. "He's a stakeholder's son. And everyone loves him. Trust me. I've reported him before. But nothing comes of it. It just." You sigh, detached. "It just makes me look bad. He's popular and charismatic, and everyone thinks he's.... he's the best! So there. He can do what he wants. He can touch who he wants. He can make decisions for everyone else. And there's nothing I can do, actually."

Toji is taken aback, and your dog huffs at your legs, "I'm sorry..." You mutter behind your hands. Likely embarrassed at your lengthy diatribe. But Toji takes no notice of your apology.

"He touched you?" There is something new now, something Toji does understand, and this, this will not happen again, he is sure of it.

"Just briefly. And he was drunk. So what does it matter." Your hands remain in front of your face. A grievously aggravated tone in your voice for the first time.

"It matters all the same. It matters- it matters-" Toji is racing for the right thing to say but he’s never been good with words.

He has experienced being touched when he did not like it. He had experienced allowing somethings to happen for a dollar. But he had never been in the position of being attacked. He had never been the weaker of two people. But you, he cannot image such a feeling. Such a feeling being completely uncontrolled.

And suddenly he's remembering your texts, your jittery voice, your apologies and he wants to puke.

"Why not go to the police. Something must be done. Y/n, please."

"I can't." He bends down to see your sunken face, trying to spot any tears. "What if nothing happens? What if I make a fool of myself? What if- Toji, what if I lose my job?"

Seeing now, the darkness within what he believed to be grandeur, he wonders if you are really any better off than he.

"You won't. Y/n- I, I can do it. I can get this... handled." His mind is flooded with memories, a man, someone who worked for his handler, he was good with technology, good with blackmail. His thoughts were interrupted by a chuckle.

"No-Toji, that can't happen. It just... I don't think that's possible. I'm just." You heave a breath, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said a thing. I think I'm just tired. It's okay."

"No." He's shaking his head. Slow. But you don't hear him. You've closed him off. You've resigned yourself and he wonders, sickeningly, how long you have been resigned for.

That night grew dark faster than either of you knew. You had told him not to think about it. You told him to let it go. But that night, reminded of a similar evening he spent in a car that was paid to bring him back to his apartment. He considered the situation.

When he climbed his way into his dark apartment, he did not hesitate. Measured steps brought him to the ventilation above the stove in his kitchen. He reached up, grabbed the flip phone found there, a burner he knew remained.

He didn't even mull it over before he sent the text.

"Need a favor. Call me."

And he didn't sleep that night until he'd been back in contact with the man he thought he was done working with for good.

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inc: requested, some angst (hyunjin, seungmin), some goofy (lee know, changbin, han, felix, jeongin), some suggestive (bang chan, han, felix), f-word (hyunjin, seungmin), prayer for jeongin yall

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- Stray Kids “FAN MEETING” SKZ TOY WORLD, 240406

"ACT LIKE I'M A RANDOM WOMAN FLIRTING WITH YOU"

synopsis: in which you try the tiktok trend where you ask them to pretend you're a random woman hitting on them

content: multiple jjk characters x fem!reader, crack fic, foul language, reader calls toji daddy, and mentions of killing but like a joke. lmk if i missed some

note: saw this awhile back and just remembered about it so i had to :p let me know if you guys want a part two and i shall deliver

GOJO SATORU ❤︎

"okay, babe," you say, walking into the kitchen with a sly grin, ready to set your plan into motion. after scrolling through tiktok and stumbling upon a video where a girl asked her boyfriend to pretend she was someone else flirting with him, you couldn't resist trying it out yourself.

gojo, mid-coffee-making, turns around to your voice, eyebrow raised in mild curiosity. he already knows something's up by the playful smirk dancing on your lips and the mischief in your eyes.

"pretend i'm another woman flirting with you," you declare.

he pauses, a confused and amused laugh escaping his lips. "wha—?"

"okay, ready? go!" you cut him off, not giving him time to protest.

in an instant, you drop your playful demeanor and transform it into something sultry. your smile turns flirtatious, and with a slow, deliberate motion, you tug at your shirt, letting a bit more cleavage peek through. you flip your hair with a practiced grace, and with the confidence of a sly cat, you saunter toward him.

gojo's eyes widen slightly, clearly caught off guard, but the corners of his mouth lift in a grin, deciding to play your little game.

“hey, good-looking,” you purr, strutting a bit closer before spinning around with a playful wiggle of your hips. “i think there’s something on the back of my dress… can you check for me?” you throw a wink over your shoulder, your voice dripping with flirtation.

gojo's gaze slides from your face, down your figure, pausing a moment longer at your ass. his eyes twinkle mischievously as he looks back up at you. “sure thing, baby,” he says, his voice smooth. “just bend over a little more for me.”

the smile drops from your face immediately. you spin around, giving him a deadpan look. “are you serious right now?”

gojo throws his head back, laughing so hard that you know you should’ve seen this coming. there was no way he’d play along without pulling something like this. his laughter fills the kitchen, the sound contagious, even though you’re trying to keep a straight face.

“do it again,” he says, still grinning but now standing straighter, trying to regain his composure. “i'll be serious this time, promise,” he adds with a wink, slipping back into character.

gojo thinks the little frustrated huff you let out is adorable, but you decide to give him one more go, determined to keep the act alive. you fix him with another amorous look, closing the gap between you, pressing your chest against his. slowly, you drag your fingertip up his arm, then trace it along his neck, gently tilting his head toward you, the air between you thick with faux tension.

“h—” you start, your voice low and flirtatious.

"cursed technique amplification: blue. cursed technique re—"

only then do you break character. you burst into laughter, slapping a hand over his mouth before he can finish, the absurdity of his words too much for you to bear. your laugh echoes through the kitchen, and gojo's grin spreads against your palm, eyes twinkling with amusement.

“that's more like it."

GETO SUGURU ❤︎

you're lying beside geto, one leg draped lazily over his stomach, scrolling through tiktok while he’s absorbed in some conspiracy video on youtube. his face is all concentration—eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowed, lips slightly pursed—totally engrossed in whatever wild theory the guy on the screen is spouting. you glance over at him, feeling a little amused by how seriously he’s taking it.

then, a memory hits you. that video you saved—the one where a girl pranks her boyfriend by pretending to flirt with him like she’s someone else. now's the perfect time to try it, with geto finally settled in bed instead of running around handling work or responsibilities.

without a second thought, you sit up, tossing your phone to the side. before he can react, you snatch his phone from his hand and toss it too. geto's head snaps towards you, mouth hanging open, already preparing to scold you for cutting off his video.

“shh,” you hush him, pressing a finger to his lips. “pretend i'm a random girl flirting with you. you don’t know me.”

he blinks at you, dumbfounded, staring at you like you’ve just suggested the most ridiculous idea he’s ever heard. his eyebrow arches skeptically, but he doesn’t protest, just watches you with that patient amusement he always has when you pull something unexpected.

grinning, you crawl over to him on all fours, slowly straddling his hips, your hand sliding up his chest as you lean in closer. “hi, baby. you look sooo good right now,” you say, your voice dripping with fake seduction. “can i see if you look even better underneath those clothes?”

you wait for him to play along, but he doesn’t move a muscle. he just stares up at you with the same confused expression, like he’s genuinely unsure of what’s happening. it's almost enough to annoy you, but his confusion is so sincere, you can’t help but find it endearing.

“i said—” you start again, leaning in closer.

“uh…who are you, and why are you in my bed?” he cuts you off, deadpan.

"oh—i just—" you sit up quickly, stammering, completely caught off guard by how fast he slipped into his role.

“no, like seriously. how did you get in here?” geto's voice takes on a more serious tone as he sits up, pushing you back onto the bed before standing, his eyes darting around the room like he’s genuinely concerned.

“babe—" you try, but he cuts you off with a sharp, “don't babe me!” he glares at you with a dramatic, wide-eyed expression, pacing around like someone truly freaked out. “i am scared. i'm calling the cops.”

you can’t hold it in anymore and start giggling wildly as you watch him, fully committed to this bizarre little roleplay. he grabs his phone, muttering to himself, and you slide off the bed, barely able to contain your laughter as you reach for his phone, half-worried about just how far he's willing to take this joke for your amusement.

“okay, okay! i get it, psycho!” you say, still giggling as you snatch the phone from him.

he finally cracks a smile, the playful glint returning to his eyes as he pulls you close, arms wrapping snugly around you. “you're the psycho,” he says, voice dropping to a soft, teasing murmur. “breaking into my house and shit.”

CHOSO KAMO ❤︎

“cho, can you try something with me?” you break the comfortable silence that has settled between you and your sweet boyfriend. he glances up from the abstract coloring page he’s been working on, setting down the colored pencil he’s been using next to the rest of the set—the same expensive pencils you gave him for his birthday a few years ago. he refuses to replace them, even as they wear down over time, because they’re from you.

“yeah, sure.” choso turns toward you, his full attention on you, always so patient and willing to humor your silly ideas.

“alright,” you begin, standing up and pulling on his arms to get him to rise with you. “pretend i'm some random girl flirting with you. this is a test, by the way.”

choso blinks up at you, slightly confused but willing to follow along. “okay… but, are you still my girlfriend?” he asks, his voice tinged with hesitation.

“yes… well, no? i'm a random girl, but pretend you still have a girlfriend—me, but not me me,” you explain, feeling the ridiculousness of your own words but committed to the bit. he nods slowly, trying to make sense of the situation. “uh, alright. i think i got it.”

you flash him a grin, flipping your hair over your shoulder dramatically as you unbutton the first few buttons of his dress shirt that you’re wearing. you slowly prowl toward him, exuding flirtation with each step. choso watches with wide eyes, momentarily forgetting the scenario as he’s so used to you being his girlfriend and not this “random girl” you’re pretending to be.

“hi, cutie. what's your name?” you ask, voice dripping with sultry intent.

choso's eyes dart to the side, his hands nervously picking at the drawstrings of his sweatpants. “um…i don’t know…?” his response sounds more like a question, and you bite back a laugh but keep going.

“you don’t know your name, baby?” you tease, your voice soft and playful. he folds, spitting out his name without hesitation.

“choso. my name is choso,” he blurts out, and you nearly drop the act right there to scold him for even responding, but you hold back, narrowing your eyes instead.

“okay, choso. wanna get a drink with me?” you ask, stepping closer, keeping the act alive. he nods immediately before his eyes widen in realization that he’s supposed to be resisting. suddenly, he’s shaking his head, panicking.

“no?” you ask, pouting in a way you know will fluster him even more. “you sure?”

your boyfriend groans, hands flying up to cover his face as a blush creeps up his cheeks. “no more.” he mumbles, muffled behind his hands, too embarrassed to keep playing along.

you watch him, torn between scolding him for entertaining the idea of someone else flirting with him or just squeezing him until he pops from the sheer cuteness of his confusion. he's so bewildered, caught in the weird space of knowing it’s you, but not you, and it’s clearly messing with him.

“come here, you big baby,” you coo, wrapping your arms around him as he buries his face in your neck. he holds onto you tightly, his body warm against yours.

“you're the only person I want to flirt with me,” he mumbles, his voice soft and sincere.

TOJI FUSHIGURO ❤︎

toji eyes you suspiciously from across the room, his sharp gaze catching every unhinged giggle that escapes your lips as you scroll through your phone. you've been on the same video loop for a while now, different voices, but always the same script. he can’t hear it all, but he’s caught enough to know where it’s going: “pretend i'm a random chick flirting with you.” then, what he assumes is the boyfriend playing along.

you glance up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief, and the second your gaze locks with his, he knows exactly what’s coming. he shuts it down before you can even say a word.

“nope,” he says flatly, reaching out to pinch your toes, making you yelp in frustration.

“humor me, just this once,” you plead, pouting.

with a scowl and a dramatic roll of his eyes, he relents. “fine. go. do your thing.” he leans back against the couch, arms folded, but the slight smirk on his face tells you he’s amused by your antics, even if he won’t admit it.

“you know the drill,” you tease, standing up and fixing your shirt. “i'm a stranger flirting with you. and you better not fuck this up, or i'm leaving your ass.”

“yeah, yeah,” he mutters, waving you off with an exaggerated sigh, though you can tell he’s already half-entertained.

with a dramatic spin, you turn to face him, fully falling into character. “hello, handsome,” you say, grinning as you plop onto his lap. his groan echoes through the room at the sudden weight on him, but his hands instinctively settle on your hips, pulling you a little deeper into him despite the warning look in his eyes.

you roll your hips slightly, getting comfortable. “wanna take this upstairs, big boy?” you purr.

a wicked grin spreads across his face, eyes darkening with amusement. “yeah? you wanna take me upstairs, baby?” his voice is low, playful, as he pinches your cheeks, pulling you close for a kiss.

“what the fuck? toji, i swear to god—” you grumble, pulling back, but he’s already chuckling, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“just jokin’,” he murmurs, the smirk still firmly in place. you stare at him, eyes narrowing in frustration as you debate whether to deck him right in the face or give him another chance.

as much as the former sounds appealing, you opt for the latter, though not without trying to burn a hole through him with your glare. after a moment, you lean in again, deciding to crank it up a notch. “sooo, wanna take this somewhere else? let me show you a good time,” you whisper, brushing your lips against his ear. you pause for dramatic effect before adding in a hushed tone, “sound okay? …daddy.”

you swear toji doesn’t breathe for a solid five seconds. his entire body tenses, and before you know it, he’s pushing you off his lap and onto the couch cushions.

“i already got a kid,” he says, his voice rough, though there’s no hiding the heat in his eyes.

you scoff, leaning forward on your knees to get closer. “is that why you’re hard right now?” you can’t help the smirk that spreads across your face as you glance down at the very visible tent in his pants.

“shiiit, i don’t know,” he growls, grinning like the devil himself. “call me daddy one more time, and let’s find out.”

before you can even think about responding, you swing your hand, landing a quick, playful hit right between his legs. toji doubles over instantly, groaning as he clutches his crotch, his cocky expression crumbling.

“that's what I thought,” you say, sitting back with a satisfied smirk while he mutters something under his breath about “psycho women.”

SUKUNA RYOMEN ❤︎

sukuna's lounging on the couch, thumbs aggressively working the joysticks of his controller, barking orders into the mic at his teammates. “you serious right now?” he yells, his voice sharp and cutting through the headset. the big bright screen in front of him signals yet another loss, and he throws his hands up in frustration. “bullshit,” he mutters under his breath, tossing the controller onto the coffee table like it personally betrayed him.

as he seethes, ready to stew in his annoyance, his phone pings with a familiar sound, one he specifically set just for you. with a groan, he picks it up, already half-expecting the nonsense he’s about to read.

i'm here. play along. i'm some random girl and i'm flirting with you. ;)

he groans louder, knowing full well he’s about to get dragged into one of your ridiculous pranks. he briefly considers bolting to the bedroom to pretend he’s asleep, but before he can even move, there’s a knock at the door. you never knock, which only means one thing—you’re fully committed to this.

“shit,” he grumbles under his breath, standing up and stomping toward the door. there's no point in avoiding it now; better to play along than listen to you rant about how boring and lame he is for the rest of the day.

with a huff, he swings the door open, glaring at you. “hey, sexy,” you purr, barely getting the words out before he cuts you off.

“no. die,” he deadpans, folding his arms. “i'm in love with my girlfriend, and she’s fucking crazy.” with that, he slams the door in your face.

you knock again, undeterred, flashing him a sultry grin as you persist with your ‘stranger’ persona. “are you sure you—”

“she'll kill you, and then she’ll kill me. you don’t want that, and i sure as hell don’t either.” his voice is flat as he swings the door shut again, leaving you staring at the wood.

before you can raise your hand to knock for a third time, the door flies open again. this time, you’re face to face with sukuna's middle finger, held up without a word. you blink, looking at it, then up at his face. his expression is blank, eyes low and unamused, lips curled into a frown.

“ryo—" you start, but he makes a move to slam the door once more. you shove it open, laughing wildly as you crash into him for a hug, wrapping your arms around him.

“okay, okay! you pass,” you giggle, looking up at him. “now stop slamming the door in my face.”

he grunts, but his hands find your waist as you lean up to kiss him. you reach up to smooth the frown lines between his brows, your touch softening him despite his attempt to stay annoyed.

“you're annoying,” he mutters against your lips, but he kisses you back, his grip tightening.

“you love me,” you tease, pulling him closer.

he grunts again, but this time he kisses you harder, pulling you deeper into him. and yeah, you know he loves you too.

Hi again!! Thanks for the American and Gojo squad! Now I’m just gonna wing it cause this idea makes me all giddy but can you do the Gojo squad reacting to their new American friend offering to make bentos for them cause they interested in cooking. (Cause I would do this for them) thank you!!

A/N: Let's all thank @broad-strokes87 for keeping the JJK part of my blog active 🙇‍♀️😌

When their American friend offers to make them bentos!

Incl: Teen Gojo, Geto, Shoko, Nanami, Haibara

GOJO - HESITANT AF - But would graciously accept your offer (he's shaking in his boots) - Discreetly shows you different cookbooks, homemade recipes he likes, etc. under the guise of educating but he just really doesn't want you to mess up or be embarrassed by your attempts - Will definitely poke at it like it's alien food once he gets his hands on his bento - Expecting it to taste bad - Is visibly shocked when it tastes good - "Cut the cameras... You're actually really good at this..." - It's honestly disheartening to see how relieved and surprised he is, he really thought you were gonna basically poison him - Inhales the rest of his food and has the nerve to pick off of the others bentos and ask if you have more - Doesn't have any decorum when asking you to bring him bentos from now on (will put on a cute act to get you to say yes... eventually will offer money for your services)

GETO - Accepts graciously and sweetly - Offers to help you out and figure out what goes into a bento if you want him to - Teases you a bit in the days leading to you bringing in the bentos - "Thought you said you'd try and make us something good? Not lying are you?" - Always makes sure you know he's joking though - If any of the others are actually pressuring you to make them he tells them to back off and always gives a reassuring smile - Slightly cocky when you give him his bento because it's so nicely prepared (he thinks it's due to his guidance) - Is pleasantly surprised when everything tastes really nice - With every bite, he's acting like it's the best thing he's ever tasted in order to boost your confidence - "Tell me when you're feeling like doing this again, I really enjoyed everything."

SHOKO - Confused as to why you would want to try something like that in the first place but concedes and is happy that you'd make something for her - Another one who is keen on helping you but actually gives you good advice instead of pressuring you to make good food or looking over you like master to an apprentice - Would even offer to show you how to make simple bento dishes in the kitchen you want her to - Helps you dissect bentos and lowkey gives you lessons on how things should be and what pairs well with what - Is impressed when you bring the bentos in but not entirely surprised (she knows you worked hard) - Gives small critiques but praises you soooo much as well - "You did really well for your first time doing bento's and you made so many for all of us too!" - Gives you a pat on the back for your work and offers you some of her candy as a "dessert"

NANAMI - "I'm good but thank you for offering." - Refuses vehemently at first and doesn't realize that it hurt your feelings when he does so -Haibara has to convince him to say yes eventually (Haibara is much more likely to notice you sulking than Nanami tbh) - Doesn't push you to make good on your words in the following days, low-key hopes that you forgot - It's really not so much that he wouldn't want a bento from you but he doesn't want you to go through all the hassle for him - Completely surprised when you actually give him a bento - Gives a full-scale review of every dish at your request - Laughs when you're dutifully taking in every word he's saying - "You don't have to take it seriously, it's good. You're food's good."

HAIBARA - The only enthusiastic and genuine "YES!" you get lmao - Honestly, he just likes food and even if you gave him something burnt to a crisp he would love it - Doesn't offer any help but tells you what his preference for dishes are - Is super worried if he's pressured you to make his favorite stuff though so he immediately apologizes - "No no no, I meant that I'd like anything you're willing to make! You really don't have to make what I want just because I said so!" - When he gets his bento and sees some of his favorite stuff he tears up thinking that you did it because of him - Thanks you up, down, and sideways for the meal - Buys you snacks for the rest of the week because he's still worried about pressuring you - Also, swears that your bento is even more delicious than the ones he would get from his mom when he was younger

A/N: This one was so cute!! I'll be real, I think Haibara might be ooc but what do y'all think?? We didn't get much of him but he's still my baby boy and I write him as such!!

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