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guys im sorry for Not beinghere ive been playing re9 and ohhhgmgg myyh godddd LEON BICEPS can anybody anyone hear me

[dollcuff]

how fratboy!toji became fratbf!toji,

you both started out in the most cliche way possible — you’re forced at his frat party because of your close friend and by the end of the night, you find yourself whispering sweet nothings to his ear as you lean close, an already lovesick smile on your face. granted you’re drunk, but it’s not like your feelings faltered when you wake up the next day, sober as ever (but suffering from hangover).

fratboy!toji, as per usual, is closed off tonight and drinking to himself. he’s glued to the couch, conversing with his friends and only getting up to refill his drink. he doesn’t notice you immediately despite your very clear display of not belonging in this kind of scene. he only notices you when you sheepishly approach the circle, looking straight at choso as shoko tells him she’s here ‘for their deal’.

you don’t pay mind to fratboy!toji that night, and neither does he to you after that, but he’s definitely not mistaken when he starts to notice you more after the party. how did he not notice you in his history class? or the fact that you sit real close to him during lunch? or the fact that your mutual friend is shoko?

a week after that, yuki is approaching gojo with a question, but toji can’t hear most of what she’s saying when he’s focused solely on the fact that she mentions you. three days after, he finds out that yuki asked gojo if you could be her plus one for the dinner get togother he was having with his selected group of friends all because he was feeling nice. it was then when fratboy!toji finally approaches you, blunt in his words when he says that his curiosity towards you is tied to the fact that he’s seen you more often than usual. you laugh — you’re seated next to him, not paying mind to yuki as she hands you your plate. she’s too busy talking to shoko to notice that you’re not even looking her way.

from there, you two started talking almost everyday. instead of an occasional appearance at their frat parties, you became a regular, slowly but surely. this doesn’t go unnoticed by any of toji’s fellow frat members, and neither with your friends, but nobody says anything. at least, not until fratboy!toji is caught smiling as he’s on the phone — with you.

gojo is horrified. seeing fratboy!toji genuinely smiling is a surprising sight to him — gojo doesn’t know how to react. he stands frozen at the doorway of toji’s room, eyes wide behind his sunglasses as he watches toji’s face light up from whatever you’re saying on the other end of the phone. he doesn’t realize gojo’s there until he throws his head back in laughter, eyes making contact with gojo’s when he flips his head back forward.

“bro, no way.” is all gojo says. toji is silent, ignoring your calls for him — “…‘ji, you there…?” (silence) “hello? can you hear me?” (silence) ... “i’ll call you back in a minute, doll.”

and after that, it’s practically known to the whole university that you and toji are a thing. how could toji keep quiet? after all, it’s gojo of all people who caught him in the act. there’s no way he can get himself out of this situation without waking up the next day with a headache. and with gojo’s big mouth, everyone else finds out. whether it’s by accident or not, telling gojo means that toji is more than aware of its consequences.

now you have random girls approaching you, no care in the world for your boundaries as they ask very personal questions pertaining your relationship with fratboy!toji. you’re confused, unsure of when whatever is going on between you two has been established as boyfriend and girlfriend.

so, like any normal person, you confront him.

“well, obviously.” he shrugged like it was obvious. i mean, to him, it really was. he spent most, if not all, of his time with you. he doesn’t pay much attention to anyone else, and from the way his heart beats faster whenever you’re involved, it’s more than obvious to him that what the two of you have is special.

it’s just unfortunate that he seems to have the communication skills of a literal toddler, expecting you to have known all of this despite the fact that he’s said nothing to you regarding the matter. you just believed that the two of you were talking. which, you were, but you weren’t aware of the idea that fratboy!toji held you in a higher regard compared to everyone else.

“it’s not obvious, dickhead.” you scowl, which only makes him chuckle before pulling you in for a kiss. when he pulls away, there’s a goofy grin on his face. you don’t say anything else, only rolling your eyes before pulling him in for another kiss.

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[dollcuff]

your work husband hiromi who hears you have a date later today

his tired eyes peer over the rim of the sixth or tenth? mug of coffee he’s had today, carefully listening to the conversation you’re having with another coworker while making sure to go about it in the least obvious way. he tries his hardest to analyze your tone, to see whether you’re excited or indifferent about the said date you’re talking about with some guy you met at a bar the previous week, and although hiromi has no right to feel a certain way about what you do in your private life, he can’t help the jealousy forming in him.

your coworker snickers quietly to herself before sneakily looking left and right, as if to see if anyone is listening in. thankfully, hiromi is hidden at the cubicle right next to yours, covered from the possibility of you finding out he’s being a little too nosey.

“what about higurama-san?”

hiromi’s ears perk up at the mention of his name, interest piquing further as he patiently waits for your response.

“what about him?” he hears you say, and dissatisfaction is clear on his face as he sets the mug down.

“that’s your work hubby!” your coworker whisper-yells, playfully shoving you lightly as you roll your eyes at her. though he can’t see, there’s a prominent flush of embarrassment on your face at the mention of his name. “surely he won’t be happy hearing this?” she continues.

you shake your head, “i don’t think he’ll care..” you trail off, but hiromi doesn’t miss the disappointment laced in your tone. he rests his arm on the armrest of his chair and leans against his palm, holding his head up as he tries to contain the slight excitement brewing at the possibility of your disappointment towards his apparent disinterest in your personal life.

you and him have been coworkers for well over two years now, and everyone is more than aware of the tension between the two of you. the blatant flirting and looks exchanged that practically scream eye fucking, everyone’s deemed you two as work husband and wife. with zero attempts to clear that title for the past two years, you and hiromi have continued to play the part and entertained it with playful smiles on your faces.

and for those two years, neither of you have engaged in anything that could further take the accusations beyond work. a line has always been there, once you two step out the law firm, so have the work marriage relationship you have going on. even so, you’re both too busy with work to engage in anything romantic with anyone else anyway, so this is the first this has ever happened.

and hiromi is not happy about it.

after work, when most people have already left and only the real late night workers are continuing with their own paperwork and agenda, hiromi approaches you with his usual nonchalant confidence, tired eyes locking with yours as you look up at him while packing up your things.

“higurama-san,” you smile politely, one he doesn’t return and bends over to lean closer to you. your eyes widen, unconsciously backing your head away in shock of his sudden close proximity.

“heard about your date.” he returns his posture to it’s usual slouch yet straight form, leaning an arm against your cubicle wall that he easily towers over, never letting up on keeping eye contact with you.

you gulp, “yes..” you say meekly, feeling shy under his intense gaze. you look away for a moment before looking back up at him, “but i’ve decided to cancel.”

now, it’s hiromi’s turn to be shocked. “oh?”

you nod. “he’s… not my type. i didn’t want to waste my time.”

he could only hum in response before grabbing your purse for you, turning his body towards the exit. he looks at you like he’s waiting for something, not saying a word despite how you’re looking at him all confused and cutely unaware. you eventually get the memo and stand up quickly, following behind him as the two of you exit the law firm and out into the parking lot where your cars are parked.

“what’s your type then?” hiromi asks, taking his car keys out and pressing the button to unlock his car, hearing it’s alarm from a small distance away.

your voice cracks nervously as you try to respond, only to be interrupted when your supposed date is standing in front of your car, clearly annoyed as he’s looking into the distance. his attention averts when he catches sight of you in his peripheral vision.

“hey,” he calls out. your eyes widen and hiromi looks his way. the two of you stop, you a little behind hiromi while he stands confidently in front of you like a shield, hand gripping tight and knuckles turning white as he holds onto your purse.

the guy is blissfully unaware of hiromi’s towering presence and intimidating gaze, solely focused on you. he approaches you, grunting when he’s stopped by hiromi’s free arm. “the hell’s your problem?” he scowls.

“don’t get too close.” hiromi warns. the guy ignores him, attempting to push past hiromi’s arm only to realize that he’s a bit too strong for him.

“you’re the guy she cancelled our date for, huh?” the guy scoffs when he notices your eyes widen at his accusation, panic rising in your chest.

hiromi, however, doesn’t miss a beat. “yeah, so beat it.”

the guy, feeling defeated, walks away with a click of his tongue, leaving you in silence with hiromi. you’re nervous, unsure of how else to proceed when hiromi turns around, handing you your purse.

he notices your hesitation, a small smile forming on his face. “go on a date with me.”

you gasp quietly, “a-a date?!”

“yeah. i’ll make you my real wife, i’m tired of pretending.”

doll notes ୨୧ if i had hiromi as a work husband id actually like the concept of a job but thats just me doe

[dollcuff]

your work husband hiromi who hears you have a date later today

his tired eyes peer over the rim of the sixth or tenth? mug of coffee he’s had today, carefully listening to the conversation you’re having with another coworker while making sure to go about it in the least obvious way. he tries his hardest to analyze your tone, to see whether you’re excited or indifferent about the said date you’re talking about with some guy you met at a bar the previous week, and although hiromi has no right to feel a certain way about what you do in your private life, he can’t help the jealousy forming in him.

your coworker snickers quietly to herself before sneakily looking left and right, as if to see if anyone is listening in. thankfully, hiromi is hidden at the cubicle right next to yours, covered from the possibility of you finding out he’s being a little too nosey.

“what about higurama-san?”

hiromi’s ears perk up at the mention of his name, interest piquing further as he patiently waits for your response.

“what about him?” he hears you say, and dissatisfaction is clear on his face as he sets the mug down.

“that’s your work hubby!” your coworker whisper-yells, playfully shoving you lightly as you roll your eyes at her. though he can’t see, there’s a prominent flush of embarrassment on your face at the mention of his name. “surely he won’t be happy hearing this?” she continues.

you shake your head, “i don’t think he’ll care..” you trail off, but hiromi doesn’t miss the disappointment laced in your tone. he rests his arm on the armrest of his chair and leans against his palm, holding his head up as he tries to contain the slight excitement brewing at the possibility of your disappointment towards his apparent disinterest in your personal life.

you and him have been coworkers for well over two years now, and everyone is more than aware of the tension between the two of you. the blatant flirting and looks exchanged that practically scream eye fucking, everyone’s deemed you two as work husband and wife. with zero attempts to clear that title for the past two years, you and hiromi have continued to play the part and entertained it with playful smiles on your faces.

and for those two years, neither of you have engaged in anything that could further take the accusations beyond work. a line has always been there, once you two step out the law firm, so have the work marriage relationship you have going on. even so, you’re both too busy with work to engage in anything romantic with anyone else anyway, so this is the first this has ever happened.

and hiromi is not happy about it.

after work, when most people have already left and only the real late night workers are continuing with their own paperwork and agenda, hiromi approaches you with his usual nonchalant confidence, tired eyes locking with yours as you look up at him while packing up your things.

“higurama-san,” you smile politely, one he doesn’t return and bends over to lean closer to you. your eyes widen, unconsciously backing your head away in shock of his sudden close proximity.

“heard about your date.” he returns his posture to it’s usual slouch yet straight form, leaning an arm against your cubicle wall that he easily towers over, never letting up on keeping eye contact with you.

you gulp, “yes..” you say meekly, feeling shy under his intense gaze. you look away for a moment before looking back up at him, “but i’ve decided to cancel.”

now, it’s hiromi’s turn to be shocked. “oh?”

you nod. “he’s… not my type. i didn’t want to waste my time.”

he could only hum in response before grabbing your purse for you, turning his body towards the exit. he looks at you like he’s waiting for something, not saying a word despite how you’re looking at him all confused and cutely unaware. you eventually get the memo and stand up quickly, following behind him as the two of you exit the law firm and out into the parking lot where your cars are parked.

“what’s your type then?” hiromi asks, taking his car keys out and pressing the button to unlock his car, hearing it’s alarm from a small distance away.

your voice cracks nervously as you try to respond, only to be interrupted when your supposed date is standing in front of your car, clearly annoyed as he’s looking into the distance. his attention averts when he catches sight of you in his peripheral vision.

“hey,” he calls out. your eyes widen and hiromi looks his way. the two of you stop, you a little behind hiromi while he stands confidently in front of you like a shield, hand gripping tight and knuckles turning white as he holds onto your purse.

the guy is blissfully unaware of hiromi’s towering presence and intimidating gaze, solely focused on you. he approaches you, grunting when he’s stopped by hiromi’s free arm. “the hell’s your problem?” he scowls.

“don’t get too close.” hiromi warns. the guy ignores him, attempting to push past hiromi’s arm only to realize that he’s a bit too strong for him.

“you’re the guy she cancelled our date for, huh?” the guy scoffs when he notices your eyes widen at his accusation, panic rising in your chest.

hiromi, however, doesn’t miss a beat. “yeah, so beat it.”

the guy, feeling defeated, walks away with a click of his tongue, leaving you in silence with hiromi. you’re nervous, unsure of how else to proceed when hiromi turns around, handing you your purse.

he notices your hesitation, a small smile forming on his face. “go on a date with me.”

you gasp quietly, “a-a date?!”

“yeah. i’ll make you my real wife, i’m tired of pretending.”

doll notes ୨୧ if i had hiromi as a work husband id actually like the concept of a job but thats just me doe

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[dollcuff]

how fratboy!toji became fratbf!toji,

you both started out in the most cliche way possible — you’re forced at his frat party because of your close friend and by the end of the night, you find yourself whispering sweet nothings to his ear as you lean close, an already lovesick smile on your face. granted you’re drunk, but it’s not like your feelings faltered when you wake up the next day, sober as ever (but suffering from hangover).

fratboy!toji, as per usual, is closed off tonight and drinking to himself. he’s glued to the couch, conversing with his friends and only getting up to refill his drink. he doesn’t notice you immediately despite your very clear display of not belonging in this kind of scene. he only notices you when you sheepishly approach the circle, looking straight at choso as shoko tells him she’s here ‘for their deal’.

you don’t pay mind to fratboy!toji that night, and neither does he to you after that, but he’s definitely not mistaken when he starts to notice you more after the party. how did he not notice you in his history class? or the fact that you sit real close to him during lunch? or the fact that your mutual friend is shoko?

a week after that, yuki is approaching gojo with a question, but toji can’t hear most of what she’s saying when he’s focused solely on the fact that she mentions you. three days after, he finds out that yuki asked gojo if you could be her plus one for the dinner get togother he was having with his selected group of friends all because he was feeling nice. it was then when fratboy!toji finally approaches you, blunt in his words when he says that his curiosity towards you is tied to the fact that he’s seen you more often than usual. you laugh — you’re seated next to him, not paying mind to yuki as she hands you your plate. she’s too busy talking to shoko to notice that you’re not even looking her way.

from there, you two started talking almost everyday. instead of an occasional appearance at their frat parties, you became a regular, slowly but surely. this doesn’t go unnoticed by any of toji’s fellow frat members, and neither with your friends, but nobody says anything. at least, not until fratboy!toji is caught smiling as he’s on the phone — with you.

gojo is horrified. seeing fratboy!toji genuinely smiling is a surprising sight to him — gojo doesn’t know how to react. he stands frozen at the doorway of toji’s room, eyes wide behind his sunglasses as he watches toji’s face light up from whatever you’re saying on the other end of the phone. he doesn’t realize gojo’s there until he throws his head back in laughter, eyes making contact with gojo’s when he flips his head back forward.

“bro, no way.” is all gojo says. toji is silent, ignoring your calls for him — “…‘ji, you there…?” (silence) “hello? can you hear me?” (silence) ... “i’ll call you back in a minute, doll.”

and after that, it’s practically known to the whole university that you and toji are a thing. how could toji keep quiet? after all, it’s gojo of all people who caught him in the act. there’s no way he can get himself out of this situation without waking up the next day with a headache. and with gojo’s big mouth, everyone else finds out. whether it’s by accident or not, telling gojo means that toji is more than aware of its consequences.

now you have random girls approaching you, no care in the world for your boundaries as they ask very personal questions pertaining your relationship with fratboy!toji. you’re confused, unsure of when whatever is going on between you two has been established as boyfriend and girlfriend.

so, like any normal person, you confront him.

“well, obviously.” he shrugged like it was obvious. i mean, to him, it really was. he spent most, if not all, of his time with you. he doesn’t pay much attention to anyone else, and from the way his heart beats faster whenever you’re involved, it’s more than obvious to him that what the two of you have is special.

it’s just unfortunate that he seems to have the communication skills of a literal toddler, expecting you to have known all of this despite the fact that he’s said nothing to you regarding the matter. you just believed that the two of you were talking. which, you were, but you weren’t aware of the idea that fratboy!toji held you in a higher regard compared to everyone else.

“it’s not obvious, dickhead.” you scowl, which only makes him chuckle before pulling you in for a kiss. when he pulls away, there’s a goofy grin on his face. you don’t say anything else, only rolling your eyes before pulling him in for another kiss.

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[sukuje]

𑣲 toji gets his shit together after the divorce in order to win you back ִֶָ𓂃

yearner!toji who drinks himself into oblivion after you split up with him when that’s literally part of the reason that everything ended.

yearner!toji who realised just how bad he fucked up when he confused the pick up times and saw you at the daycare to pick up megumi. smiling, happy, almost glowing in a way you never had when still married to him.

yearner!toji who had been miserable without you, not getting a wink of sleep in the first weeks because his mind couldn't stop reminding him of all the things he had taken for granted.

yearner!toji who longed for the family dinners where he used to never show you how much your warm meals meant to him after exhausting missions, wanting to correct those stupid mistakes.

yearner!toji who'd give anything to have things back to how they were.

yearner!toji who quit the drinking, the gambling, the missions form shiu and gets his shit together to be deserving of being your husband again, having worked on himself in order to be good enough for you.

yearner!toji who took his chance whenever you'd drop off megs at his place for the weekend and try some small talk with you instead of staying silent like usual.

yearner!toji who asks if you want to stay for dinner one weekend, claiming he "accidentally made too much", when he had actually prepared your favourite in case you'd accept because it had would have been your 5 years anniversary if he hadn't messed it all up.

yearner!toji who was over the moon when you agreed and the three of you shared a meal together again, just like old times.

"mama?" megumi tilts his head innocently. "can we eat dwinner together ewery weekend? please?" the four year old's endearing question almost made you melt right then and there.

and who were you to deny your sweet son dinner with his mom and dad together like he had been used to?  it was just once a week, he wasn't asking for much.

“sure, gumi. if that’s what you want, then we’ll have dinner together every weekend.” you patted the boy’s black hair with affection as a wide grin made its way onto his chubby cheeks.

the rest of the evening went smoother than expected, conversations and jokes flowing as if nothing had ever happened between you two at all. and you couldn’t deny it, you had missed this.

so after megumi had been put to bed, you decided to linger for a little longer than necessary, just to talk a little more with him. 

“i uh.. i quit drinking actually. and gambling. and shiu’s bullshit missions.” he admitted when you made a joke about his fridge being empty of the usual cans of beer. it made surprise flash across you face. 

“you did...? that’s great, toji. i’m glad you’re doing better.” those words alone were almost reason enough for him to have done all of this, making his scarred lip curl into a small smile.  

“yeah, have been trying to get back on track. get better and all. and… to be more of the man you deserve.”

your entire expression softened at that and you just hoped you weren’t dreaming right now. because if this was real, it was everything you had wished for. 

“for me?” your voice came out quieter than expected. 

“who else? i fucked up so bad and.. god, i’ve been missing you so damn much. but i knew i couldn’t jus’ come crawling back the same as i was before. knew i had to change. get my act together.” he glanced back to you again, looking at you with a new vulnerability he hadn’t let you see before.

“i missed you too, ji. so much.” the words spilled from your lips before you even realised. because there was no need to hold back. he had been trying so hard for you.

your words only made the feeling in his chest tighten. his eyes searched yours, just to find you looking at him the way you used to.  

"would you… be willing to give me a second chance to show you that i can be a good enough man for you? that i'm better now and to love you the way i should’ve from the damn start?” 

“yeah, i’d actually like that a lot, ji.”

a/n: need him so bad ngh

[dollcuff]

YOUR INBOX IS INVISIBLE

WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN

[pika-toru-deactivated20260505]

i think i miss my wife

[dollcuff]

his girlfriend has a size kink

toji is big — in more ways than one. towering height at over six feet, shoulders so broad and wide, and his build is thick. it’s obvious he works out and puts in the time to get himself to look the way he does.

and you, his sweet girlfriend, love it more than anyone else. maybe a little too much, but you’ve never been one to be ashamed of how much you enjoy your boyfriend. which is why toji isn’t surprised that you like his physique so much, if anything it adds one more thing to his list of ways to tease you. it’s a win-win, for both of you.

he loves that you’re proud of him, loud in your ways of showing others—and him, that you’re obsessed with him. he feels a great sense of pride every time you cling to him in public or when he catches glimpses of you texting your friends about how damn hot he is.

but what he loves the most is when you’re under him, pupils dilated. if you look close enough, he can see them contorted into heart shapes, all the more proving how much you love the position he puts you in: encaged under his big frame, like he’s protecting you from the world.

you’re looking down, eyes set on the tip of his cock teasing your slit, promising you things that make your head light from all the nasty thoughts racing through it. just like the rest of him, his cock is thick. it stretches you out in ways your fingers could never comprehend, and it’s more times than not where you go dumb on it. toji sees the way you’re focused on his cock, a smirk forming on his face.

he grabs you by the chin and makes you look at him, planting a kiss on your cheek. “ready, doll?” he asks, earning an eager and desperate nod from you. he smiles softly, teasing your clit with the head of his cock before slowly putting it in.

“f-fuck..” you hiss. although you’ve been together for years at this point, taken his dick more times than you could count, it seems like he grows every time. you could never get used to it, and honestly? that’s probably one of the best parts.

toji hums, watching the way your mouth drops in awe, eyebrows furrowing and eyes closing as the stretch burns you, in a good way. he loves this part, watching you slowly take him in.

“god—fuck… ‘ji, i can’t,” you whine, shaking your head. he smirks, feeling the way you clamp around him, knowing that you’re exactly where you want to be. he doesn’t respond to you, only allowing you to mumble on about how big he is like you do every time. “so fucking big, so big,” your hands fly to his shoulders, nails gripping onto them as you spread your legs wider, hoping to feel more of him.

“you’re my good girl, right?” toji stops, cock halfway in. you get wetter the more of him he puts in, cunt starting to soak him. you nod, “then take it. it’s okay,” he says softly, resuming. you cry, shaking your head as it becomes too much.

“fuck, no—i can’t!” you’re desperate, and toji starts to become more feral as he feels you clenching around him nonstop. “i’m cumming—fuck i’m cumming!”

and you do, all over him, while he’s not even all the way in.

[dollcuff]

chat are we fw the calne ca theme

[dollcuff]

what if we ....

lets ….

[dollcuff]

love ur writing! i just used the sukuna wedding ring drabble to maladaptive daydream for like 15 minutes, LOL

i get flashbacks on all the gaming ones 💀💀💀 if only it were the jjk men instead back then ……

THANK YOU SO MUCH THE CONCEPT of someone using my works to maladaptive daydream is crazy as hell oh yall i made it holy shit ....

and omfg idk if i disclosed this already but everything i write concerning gaming / discord or any of that sort its all based on my real life experiences 💀 . . . i genuinely enjoyed those times (gulp) but it def wouldve been better if it was the jjk men i was whoring around with instead Sigh,

[dollcuff]

gamer sukuna who you met in a valorant swiftplay

this is pathetic — sitting here, face heating up from how absolutely down bad you are. all you wanted was to relax and finally play some games after a stressful week. it’s a friday, life’s kicked you in ways you never thought of, and you’re here. the week’s troubles and frustrations just, gone—and it’s because of him.

CURSED KING. what kind of game handle is that? so edgy, like it’s not the big 2026. men are still doing this?

at least, that’s what you originally thought. until you heard his voice.

“omen on flank,” his voice cuts through every other sound from the game, as if everything had frozen over and it was just the two of you, in this pixelated world that’s built from lines of code and long hours of modeling in blender. a world that seems so tiny, but in the moment, has never been bigger. your character stops in their tracks as your hands are off the mouse and keyboard, distracted and distraught over such a sexy voice ringing in your ear.

you’re not sure why he’s even speaking in team chat during such an unserious game mode like swiftplay, but you keep your questions to yourself as the only thing on your mind right now is getting him to talk again.

despite everything in you wanting a piece of him—hell, even a crumb would suffice—you’re too shy. can’t bring yourself to reach over to your push to talk and start a conversation with him. i mean, how could you? you’re definitely not helping the valorant dating game allegations, but to be cringe is to be free. fuck it, right?

wrong. but it’s okay! we start with small steps — you bring your hands back to your keyboard, fingers shaking slightly as you type something in chat, ignoring the feeling in your stomach that screams of regret and stupidity.

you: chill im easy

you squeal after hitting enter, seeing your poorly curated message just floating in the chat box, as if it’s laughing at you for being a complete idiot. you shake your head and properly return to the round, ignoring the replies to your statement by everyone else on the team. everyone but him.

the game is over with no acknowledgement from him whatsoever and you’re sitting at the end game lobby, staring at the scoreboard—more specifically his name, debating whether you should really say fuck it and add him as a friend. this is the internet, who cares. you either shoot your shot and miss or shoot it and land a perfect shot. it’s just … you’re not fully convinced. yet.

maybe you just need some water!

however, as you get up, a familiar sound echoes in your headset. whipping your head to your monitor, you see that someone added you.

please let it be him please let it be him please let it be him please—

CURSED KING has added you.

oh. my. god.

doll notes ୨୧ atp im gonna end up writing every single character in jjk involved in the edating / discord / valorant scene its so fun to write esp since ive experienced it first hand lolz expect more like this from me …. a lot more muehehehehe :p

[fepearly]

₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎♡ nerd!toji headcanons

nerdoji who isn't the dorky and meek nerd stereotype, but instead the smart and intimidating genius

nerdoji who's sooo cocky

nerdoji who's the mean kind of nerd because he thinks (knows) that he's better than you

nerdoji who has a giant superiority complex. he wasn't born naturally gifted, he worked hard to get this far. automatically, that means he's better. it kind of makes you wonder who he's trying to prove himself to

nerdoji who's a kinesiology major, because i said so, and because he can utilize his intelligence in a physical form

nerdoji who says "oh, you found that hard?" because he didn't. a polite way of saying haha loser

nerdoji who's the type to correct you on every little thing you get slightly wrong. it's so annoying, really, but his way of trying to flirt

nerdoji who's got impressive muscles to match that big, beautiful brain of his, yet you never see him in anything except a jacket and sweatpants. he dresses like a total bum, but that's simply bcs he's too focused on learning -- he couldn't give a damn about his looks

nerdoji who cracks his knuckles like he's about to start a fight, but he's literally just diving into another assignment

nerdoji, who doesn't talk much outside of class. people describe him as anti - social, overly indifferent, and rude -- he didn't seem to like people very much and was obviously content not being liked in return

nerdoji who you happen to get paired up with in some way or another (studying, tutoring, group project. guys literally whatever), and he surprises you with how gentle he can be in private. he takes the time to explain the material to you, slow and patient, until you have a better understanding of it

nerdoji who lets out a soft hum of approval when you get something right after struggling, scarred lip quirking up in a gentle smile as he leans back. "see? knew you'd get it."

nerdoji who lowkey likes when you ask questions bcs it's just an excuse for him to flaunt his intelligence and (hopefully) impress you

nerdoji who leans over your shoulder to point out something in your textbook, feeling warmth radiate off his body as his voice drops lower -- quieter, more focused

nerdoji, who pushes you hard to focus on your studies, using every bribe he can. it's persistent and frustrating, but he really just wants you to succeed

nerdoji who, at some point as you both become closer, begins to take extra notes just for you. his handwriting is surprisingly neat, like the effort he puts in his academic life just never runs out

nerdoji who tells you "attagirl" when you pass a test

nerdoji whose glasses slip down his nose every time he's really concentrated on homework, and his brows are all knitted together, and his jaw is visibly hardened and rguihgdds

nerdoji who doesn't know how to handle praise. you tell him he's impressive, and he'll just shrug it off with a smirk

nerdoji who either smells like sweaty hot ass or clean laundry and spice. i'm undecided

[dollcuff]

gamer sukuna who you met in a valorant swiftplay

this is pathetic — sitting here, face heating up from how absolutely down bad you are. all you wanted was to relax and finally play some games after a stressful week. it’s a friday, life’s kicked you in ways you never thought of, and you’re here. the week’s troubles and frustrations just, gone—and it’s because of him.

CURSED KING. what kind of game handle is that? so edgy, like it’s not the big 2026. men are still doing this?

at least, that’s what you originally thought. until you heard his voice.

“omen on flank,” his voice cuts through every other sound from the game, as if everything had frozen over and it was just the two of you, in this pixelated world that’s built from lines of code and long hours of modeling in blender. a world that seems so tiny, but in the moment, has never been bigger. your character stops in their tracks as your hands are off the mouse and keyboard, distracted and distraught over such a sexy voice ringing in your ear.

you’re not sure why he’s even speaking in team chat during such an unserious game mode like swiftplay, but you keep your questions to yourself as the only thing on your mind right now is getting him to talk again.

despite everything in you wanting a piece of him—hell, even a crumb would suffice—you’re too shy. can’t bring yourself to reach over to your push to talk and start a conversation with him. i mean, how could you? you’re definitely not helping the valorant dating game allegations, but to be cringe is to be free. fuck it, right?

wrong. but it’s okay! we start with small steps — you bring your hands back to your keyboard, fingers shaking slightly as you type something in chat, ignoring the feeling in your stomach that screams of regret and stupidity.

you: chill im easy

you squeal after hitting enter, seeing your poorly curated message just floating in the chat box, as if it’s laughing at you for being a complete idiot. you shake your head and properly return to the round, ignoring the replies to your statement by everyone else on the team. everyone but him.

the game is over with no acknowledgement from him whatsoever and you’re sitting at the end game lobby, staring at the scoreboard—more specifically his name, debating whether you should really say fuck it and add him as a friend. this is the internet, who cares. you either shoot your shot and miss or shoot it and land a perfect shot. it’s just … you’re not fully convinced. yet.

maybe you just need some water!

however, as you get up, a familiar sound echoes in your headset. whipping your head to your monitor, you see that someone added you.

please let it be him please let it be him please let it be him please—

CURSED KING has added you.

oh. my. god.

doll notes ୨୧ atp im gonna end up writing every single character in jjk involved in the edating / discord / valorant scene its so fun to write esp since ive experienced it first hand lolz expect more like this from me …. a lot more muehehehehe :p

[polaroidsex]

ᓚᘏ𑄝 sugardaddy!toji fucking you in the backseat of his car in a parking lot

the car is still warm from the drive, leather seats sticking to the backs of your thighs where your skirt’s bunched around your waist.

toji’s got the front seats pushed all the way forward so there’s barely room to breathe, just enough space for him to wedge himself between your spread legs in the back.

windows are already fogged thick, streaks running down the glass from where your palm slipped earlier trying to brace yourself. outside it’s pitch black, empty lot behind some closed warehouse, no lights, no cars, just the faint orange glow from a distant streetlamp bleeding through the misted panes.

he’s still mostly dressed: shirt unbuttoned halfway, belt undone, pants shoved down just enough to free his cock. thick, heavy, already slick from the way he dragged the head through your folds before pushing in slow. you’re soaked, embarrassingly so, and every inch stretches you open until your breath hitches sharp against his palm.

his hand clamps over your mouth the second you start to moan—big, rough, calloused fingers pressing your lips shut. thumb hooks under your jaw, keeping your head tilted back against the seat. “quiet,” he mutters, voice low and gravelly, breath hot against your ear. “don’t want anyone knowing what a filthy little thing you are for me.”

he rolls his hips forward, grinding deep instead of thrusting. the base of his cock presses right against your clit, pubic bone dragging over it in slow, filthy circles. you feel every vein, every throb, the way he twitches inside you when your walls flutter around him. your thighs tremble around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back through his pants.

you whine behind his hand—high, desperate, muffled. he chuckles low, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours. “that’s it. keep making those pretty noises just for me. my dirty little secret, huh? letting your sugar daddy fuck you raw in a parking lot like some needy slut.”

his free hand slides up your thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh before hooking under your knee and pushing your leg higher, opening you wider. the new angle lets him sink even deeper—tip kissing your cervix on every grind. you arch, back bowing off the seat, muffled cry vibrating against his palm.

sweat beads on his neck, drips onto your collarbone. the car rocks gently with every roll of his hips—suspension creaking faintly, leather squeaking under you. you can smell him: expensive cologne mixed with clean sweat and the faint metallic tang of his skin. mixed with you—sweet arousal, the wet slick sounds every time he grinds in and drags back out just enough to tease.

“feel that?” he rasps, grinding harder, slower. “how deep i’m buried? gonna fill this tight cunt up and send you back to your dorm dripping me. no panties. just my cum leaking down your thighs while you pretend you’re a good girl.”

your eyes roll back. the pressure’s building fast—low, heavy, coiling tight in your belly. every drag of his cock against that spot inside makes your toes curl in your shoes. you’re clenching around him so hard he hisses through his teeth.

“come on,” he murmurs, lips brushing your temple. “come for me. soak my cock like the greedy little thing you are, but quiet now—don’t want the whole lot hearing how much you love getting used.”

one more deep grind, clit crushed against him, and you shatter.

your whole body tenses up—walls clamping down in rhythmic pulses, fluttering so hard he groans low in his throat. you bite the inside of his palm to keep from screaming, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity. he keeps rocking through it, slow and mean, milking every tremor out of you until your thighs are shaking and you’re boneless against the seat.

he doesn’t stop.

just keeps grinding, chasing his own release now. his hand slips from your mouth to grip your jaw instead, tilting your face so he can watch you—flushed, wrecked, lips swollen.

“good girl,” he breathes. “taking it so well. gonna give you what you earned.”

a few more deep rolls and he buries himself to the hilt, cock pulsing thick and hot inside you. you feel every spurt—warm, heavy, filling you until it starts to leak out around him, sticky and obscene. he stays there, hips flush to yours, panting against your neck while the aftershocks roll through both of you.

when he finally eases back, he doesn’t pull out right away. just rocks gently, letting you feel the mess he left. his thumb swipes over your bottom lip, smearing the drool there.

“look at you,” he murmurs, voice softer now. “all fucked out and full of me. my perfect girl.”

he kisses the corner of your mouth once—slow, almost sweet—then reaches between you to tug your skirt back down over the sticky evidence.

“keep it in,” he says, low. “all the way home. i wanna see you squirm in the passenger seat knowing you’re dripping from me.”

you nod, still hazy, thighs trembling when he finally helps you sit up.

the windows are still fogged and the parking lot is still empty.

you’re still his dirty cocksleeve, leaking him with every careful breath.