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hi friends and freaks ive been having a pretty busy/hectic time in my life recently so replies and updates might be slow, sorry about that! love you all
Pairing: StalkerPlug!Choso x Reader
cw: fem!reader, Choso is kinda creepy and awkward, shy, mentions of drugs and alc, frat party, stalker vibes from Choso, Obessed with reader, SMUT, sucking his d, masturbation
for my sweet: @magnol1aaa3 I HOPE U LIKKEE
Your plug, just some alternative looking guy you bought your fix from.
The price for his baggies was suspiciously cheap, but hey, a girl can't complain.
You knew his name and what days were best to meet up with him at the park near your dorm. That's about it. He was kinda cute.
He knew much more.
Much so much muuuch more about you.
Choso Kamo was a bit of a freak- an obsessed, utterly smitten freak.
When he saw you in real life, he was unable to speak, just mumbling a thanks or a hum after getting cash from you, fidgeting with the sleeves of his shirts or gnawing on his lip piercings, eyes unable to look at yours- your presence making him shy.
He kept the bills you gave him in his pillowcase.
Never giving them out to anyone, he needed to have some part of you near. Something you had touched.
You never saw him around the campus, but he saw you.
How you walked with friends between lectures, where you went for lunch and how you always booked the corner study spot in the library.
God you looked so pretty.
He liked the days where you didn't have any makeup on, eye bags and all. You just… just were so perfect.
It didn't help that he was a avid weed smoker, every time that he got high, all he could think about was you.
Crying and sniffling while fisting his obscenely large cock to the image of your face, your legs in those skirts you sometimes wore. He had a painfully vivid imagination.
If he got lucky, you'd go out in a tank top. And he could picture the exact spot where your areolas or nipples were.
He wanted you so bad, it made him sob.
Your social media wasn't safe at all.
You had your usual profile, public to family and surface level friends.
But you also had a private one.
A spam account of sorts- and he somehow got in, he kept track of every new post, every new story or what you reposted or liked. He especially liked the thirst traps you'd post there, the videos of you lip syncing or silly clips of you playing a game or with friends.
It felt like he was apart of everything.
He saw it all.
He knew you so well, knew your habits, your schedule.
It was honestly creepy. But he couldn't help himself.
He knew you were single, but if some other guy came up to you or got too friendly… he took note.
And if that sad bastard came to Choso to get some of his supply- he marked it higher than necessary.
Thoughts of lacing their shit crossed his mind… but he wasn't trying to go to jail. Who would get to stalk you daily then?
A party.
A frat party down in one of the houses, hosted by Gojo and his buddy Sukuna.
You were going.
Choso knew.
So he went too.
You had just arrived, in some shorts that hugged your thighs in a delicious way and a top that made your tits look heavenly- Choso was standing in a corner by the kitchen, but he saw you come in.
You split with your friends, starting to walk to the drink and food table. Heading right in his direction.
Choso, the poor guy started to panic, fingers awkwardly fixing the oversized t shirt he wore, rings hitting one another on his stacked fingers, his hair done up in those cute messy buns- he tried to fluff before you got close enough to notice him fumbling around.
"Oh, hey Choso!" You called over the music, giving him a small smile before picking up a fresh cup from the side and filling it up with some mystery jungle juice.
Choso wanted to say hi, but his pale complexion had started to turn pink, nodding his head as a greeting.
What a loser. A really attractive one.
I mean.. he was the most decent one out of anyone you saw right now, so why not chat with him for now.
You found yourself leaning against the wall beside him, sipping on the drink while you tried to form some sort of conversation.
"So how's business, Chos?"
The nickname made him swallow, dark eyes unable to focus on one spot while talking with you.
"Good…i guess.."
"You have any on you?"
"A bit…"
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
Now he made eye contact, looking surprised by the question. In his thoughts, you were his wife already but he can't say that, now can he.
"No…"
"I'm single too." You took a drink, looking over to someone screaming about Toji taking his shirt off.
"I know." Choso blurted out, getting jealous that you were trying to peek at the commotion and away from him, not thinking about what his tongue spoke.
You turned your head sideways back to him and laughed, taking it lightheartedly.
"Yeah, it's obvious, right?"
You got a few more drinks in you, even making the quiet guy take some shots to get as tipsy as you.
Choso gained the courage and asked if you wanted to go share what he had on him outside.
Sitting on the steps on the porch, you leaned your shoulder against his, taking a deep inhale and filling your lungs, turning to blow some in his face with a laugh before passing the joint to his trembling fingers.
This was like a dream to him.
You looked so cute… and his mind was so warm and fuzzy.
An awkward smile was on his pierced lips, feeling happy.
You liked this Kamo.
You liked him enough to suggest you dip from the party and just go to his place instead after finishing the smoke sesh.
You held his hand the whole way.
You were too giddy to notice how clammy it was, or how nervous Choso was this whole time, looking like some flustered teenage boy talking to a girl for the first time.
His apartment was clean and well organised, he was tidy like that.
In a lovely high you craved to suck on something.
So you got Choso on his own bed- hungrily pulling his baggy jeans down and getting to work.
You didn't question how he was was painfully hard already… not like hes had a stiffy since the party.
You kissed down the welcoming happy trail.
Poor guy's hands didn't know where to hold on to.
One almost ripping at the bedsheets and the other gently cupping the side of your face, watching as your glossy lips kissed at his pinkish tip.
How they wrapped around his fat base- how the drool bubbled and dribbled down to his trimmed hair and slid down his tightening balls.
He got to cum down your throat, and he swore god was real because no way was this happening.
You stayed the night, haphazardly taking your clothes off and cuddling up to his side. Choso's arms were warm around you, as if he was cradling something more valuable than diamonds. (He was)
He had never fallen asleep so satiated in his life. All of his fantasies of having you all to himself slowly becoming true.
An alarm blaring woke you up, groaning while flopping your arm across the bed to find the annoying sound.
It was Choso's phone.
You hit the stop alarm button and yawned.
The sweet boy was hugging your middle, face buried in the side of your neck- looking like a sleeping baby. How peaceful.
You had a slight headache, but you didn't feel like regret and misery after last night. So that was good.
While Choso babbled about some sort of dream he was having against your skin… you took the sneaky opportunity to look trough his phone.
Cmon, you would too.
The face ID worked on half of his sleepy face.
You opened the home screen…. and there was a picture of you.
Something you never had posted, and for sure you hadn't taken.
The image was cute, don't get me wrong, it got your good side.
But why the hell was it on his phone.
You glanced to the notifications bar.
The alarm you turned off had been called "check @/yneedprivacy".
That was your private account.
You slowly scrolled trough his apps and opened the social media… lo and behold he saw all of your content. You don't remember him requesting to follow you.
Before you could get to anything else, Choso stirred around and started to open his eyes.
The hell do you do now?
Demand answers and humiliate him
Act as if you hadn't discoverer something creepy as fuck
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not realizing you’re talking to your ex-boyfriend!sukuna while drunk !
you were way too drunk and the sigma chi house was spinning.
the music thumped through the walls and your head felt light and fuzzy, but you were smiling anyway, red cup dangling from your fingers as you leaned against the wall for balance. your friends had disappeared ages ago and you didn’t really mind.
that’s when you saw him.
tall. pink hair. tattoos crawling up his arms. he looked really familiar but your drunk brain couldn’t connect the dots. you just knew he was stupidly hot standing there by the stairs with his arms crossed.
you stumbled over with a bright smile.
“hi,” you said, voice soft and sweet. “you have the prettiest eyes. like… scary pretty.”
sukuna looked down at you and his eyebrow raised, but he didn’t move away. the corner of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile.
“yeah?” he asked, voice low.
you nodded, stepping closer until you were leaning into his space. he smelled so good. warm and a little sweet, just like someone you used to know.
“mhm. my ex had eyes like yours,” you mumbled, resting your forehead against his arm because the room wouldn’t stop tilting. “he was mean looking but really nice to me. i miss him a lot actually.”
sukuna stayed quiet, one big hand coming up to steady you by the waist so you wouldn’t fall.
you kept talking, words spilling out easily now that someone was listening.
“we broke up because i thought he didn’t care enough but… he used to do the sweetest things. like bringing me coffee before class or letting me play with his hair even when he acted all tough about it.” you sighed softly. “i think i messed up. i still wear his hoodie to sleep sometimes.”
his grip on your waist tightened just a little.
“you’re drunk,” he murmured.
“super drunk,” you agreed with a little laugh, tilting your head up to look at him again. “but i mean it. he was the best. made me feel safe even when he was quiet and scary. you kinda look like him, it’s weird.”
sukuna let out a quiet breath that sounded almost like a laugh. he guided you through the crowd with a hand on your lower back, taking you upstairs without saying much. you didn’t even question it. his room felt familiar but everything was blurry.
he sat you on the edge of his bed and grabbed a bottle of water, crouching down in front of you so you could drink it. his hand rested gently on your knee the whole time.
“you’re really nice,” you whispered, eyes half closed. “my ex was nice like this too. when nobody else was looking.”
he didn’t answer right away. just brushed some hair out of your face with careful fingers and helped you lie down. when you reached out and grabbed his hand he paused.
“stay?” you asked softly.
sukuna sighed, but it was the soft kind. he sat on the edge of the bed and let you keep holding his hand, thumb rubbing slow circles over your knuckles while you drifted off.
“yeah,” he said quietly, watching you fall asleep in his bed again. “i’m not going anywhere.”
︵ ೀ mdni. satoru and suguru are losing their minds trying to fit inside you at the same time
it’s the first time you’ve all tried this, and the moment suguru starts pushing in alongside satoru, satoru lets out a shaky, breathless laugh.
“holy shit— this is so tight,” he whines, eyes squeezed shut, forehead pressed to your shoulder. his cock twitches hard as your pussy stretches around both of them, slick and burning. “i can feel you, suguru—oh my god, i can feel your dick rubbing against mine.”
“shut up,” suguru grits out, but his voice is weak, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. he’s trying to stay calm, but the way your walls flutter and squeeze around them both is driving him insane. every tiny shift makes him feel satoru’s cock sliding against his, hot and throbbing. “fuck… she’s taking us so well.”
you’re shaking between them, stuffed full, stretched to your limit. a broken moan spills from your lips and both men groan in unison.
satoru starts moving first—shallow, desperate little thrusts that make suguru curse under his breath. “slow down, you idiot— ahh, shit—” suguru’s hips jerk anyway, chasing the friction, the overwhelming heat. they’re both panting, sweat-slicked chests pressed to your body, hands gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise.
you’re still shaking from the two orgasms they pulled out of you earlier with their tongues, licking and sucking until you were sobbing and oversensitive. now every single nerve feels raw and electric. the stretch of both cocks at once is almost too much — too intense, too full, every tiny movement sending sparks shooting up your spine.
“she’s so fucking wet,” satoru gasps, half-laughing, half-moaning. “i’m gonna cum so fast, this is embarrassing—”
“me too,” suguru admits through gritted teeth, voice dropping into that low, dangerous tone. his hips snap harder, chasing the tight drag of your cunt and the filthy slide of satoru’s cock against his own. “can’t— can’t hold it.”
they start moving together, messy and uncoordinated, both of them whimpering and cursing every time they thrust in at the same time. the pressure is insane. the feeling of being pressed so tightly against each other inside you is too much.
satoru comes first with a loud moan, hips stuttering as he spills deep inside you. the moment his cock pulses, suguru follows right after—groaning long and low, burying himself to the hilt as he fills you too. they cum at the same time, thick and hot, both cocks twitching against each other while your pussy milks them dry.
they stay buried inside you, panting, trembling, foreheads pressed together above your shoulder.
satoru lets out a weak, almost delirious laugh.
“we’re doing that again… like… immediately.”
suguru just groans, still twitching. “shut up… but yeah.”
toji had never expected you'd come with such a high libido.
all he has to do is breathe funny and the next second he'll catch you giving him that look.
he never thought he'd get tired of having sex. even as he’s confiding in shiu the words feel wrong leaving his throat.
of course shiu wouldn't understand, he tells toji he should be thanking the universe for bringing him a girlfriend like you, says he'd give an arm and a leg to have his own living breathing 'fleshlight' waiting for him at home.
"god, don't call her a fleshlight."
"what? you told me yourself that when you get home her hands zip down your fly before you can even lock the door. if that's not a living fucktoy i don't know what is."
it wasn't always like this, but looking back on it he finds that the signs were there from the start.
when he was meeting your parents for the first time and you 'accidentally' kept resting your hand on his dick under the table.
when you'd beg to sit on his lap any chance you got, using the excuse of 'getting comfortable' to grind your ass down on his bulge—and when confronted about it you played dumb.
the first time you met him you gave him the greatest head of his life in a cramped and sticky club bathroom. of course he’d do all he could to push your relationship further than just a one night stand, but this? this is getting to be a problem.
it’s gotten so bad that the man hides his morning wood from you, his dick is too tender from your actions the night prior. and it’s not like he can jerk off either, his rough and calloused hands feel like he’s stroking his sensitive dick with sandpaper.
in an attempt to send a sign your way he had told you about his whole ‘sandpaper’ situation. it went the exact opposite way he intended it to. you saw it as a good thing in your eyes, interpreting his predicament as your pussy getting him so utterly whipped that it’s the only way he can cum.
he’ll just have to communicate it in a way you’ll truly understand.
“wanna get fucked so bad? want this dick so bad? better take it cause you won’t be able to think about it—ngh—or anything else when i’m done with you.” he whispers the filthy string of words into your ear.
you can’t respond. not because you’re planted face down on a pillow—while that is a part of it, the main cause is that he’s fucking you dumb.
when toji says something he means it, it’s near impossible for your brain to form a thought like this. the force he’s using to pound his cock into you is like nothing you’ve ever felt before, yet you love every part of it.
even with the way your skin feels raw in the spot his heavy balls keep smacking against you—the numbness in your legs amplifies the state of pure ecstasy you’re in.
and the way every harsh thrust from him pushes your face deeper and deeper down into the mattress, and how the pillow beneath you is soaked with your tears.
a particularly harsh thrust knocks you out of your daze. you yelp as you feel the head of his cock hit your cervix, scrambling with wobbly legs to move further up the bed you cry out, “toji!”
the second you hear the laugh that comes from his chest you know he’s not about to take pity on you. “we’re not doin’ that.” chuckling, he removes the hand atop your head, using it instead to—SMACK!—it down onto your hip and yank you backward onto his dick, he knocks the air out of your lungs and you let out a sound that can only be described as a mix of a guttural moan and a loud gasp.
your legs begin to shake as he hastily continues to hammer his dick into your sopping cunt at the same brutal pace, not giving you any opportunity to recover from the pain of him bruising your cervix, “t-too—mmph—mmuuuch!” you’re left a babbling mess as a result.
“mm—mm.” he shakes his head, “if you’re taking it you’re—fuck—taking it all.” turning your head to the side you see through your teary a smirk creep up on his face, the scar on the side of his lip curling as he snakes a hand down your stomach, reaching down to pinch your clit.
the world around you goes dark as your eyes instantly shut tight with the overwhelming stimulation, the coil in your stomach snapping, “c-cumminggg!!” you wail, drool seeping through the corners of your mouth and onto the bedsheets as you feel your pussy gush around him.
he fucks you through your high and pulls his girthy dick out when your walls stop contracting around it, finally showing you the tiniest bit of sympathy.
after your breathing has settled into something semi-regular you attempt to pull the covers over yourself and pass out, but he tugs them out of your grip. “what’re you doing that for? didn’t say i was finished.”
a/n : i apologise if theres any mistakes i went out last night and i might still b buffering
i have to block like 5 uk numbers now idk how i ended up in a harem of tea and crumpets i dont live in england
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a/n: sub sukuna needs to be preached more idc i need that man whimpering and growling. tied up. gagged. all of it gimme that dick
sukuna was a dirty man. for you only, of course. with fierce loyalty to his perfect wife, he worshipped every aspect of you. if it were socially acceptable and not a blow to his dignity, he'd crawl and kiss the very ground you walked on. he opts for stealing appreciating your lingerie instead.
on nights you worked late and he hadn't seen you the whole day (he devoted himself as a house husband), he'd slip his needy hands into your laundry hamper, finding your lacy underwear, or a frisky g-string.
you'd caught him in the act just as you came home from a particularly long day. his punishment (or blissful dream)?
you, fucking him until he's shooting blanks. with the stolen thong stuffed in his mouth so he's unable to complain.
his voice was a muffled growl, breaths punctuated by your eager bouncing. one of your hands held his bigger wrists above his head, the other occupied with rolling his nipple in between your fingers.
"y'know, i've been wondering where all my panties went. just can't wait 'til i get home, huh?" you're obviously getting a kick out of seeing your dear husband pinned to the mattress, his mouthy self unable to talk back for once. you pinched his nipple playfully, ripping a sudden moan from his stuffed lips.
"you like that, huh, 'kuna? you're so dirty..."
your hips sped up at an impossible pace, pressing sukuna's body into the bed with each nasty grind. the wet squelches of your pussy increased in volume, both you and sukuna's moans wanton and borderline pornographic.
you noticed quickly that sukuna's eyes aren't on you, but the red g-string you pulled to the side. his favorite.
you let go of his wrists, a knowing smirk on your face. "aw, you love these ones, don't you? surprised you haven't taken them yet."
his hands all but flew to your body, rubbing up and down your plush thighs, paying special attention to your hips, where the g-string settled over like a ribbon to a present. his groans diverged into broken moans, his legs shaky as he met your hips.
"gonna cum again, handsome? go on." you rolled your hips in the way that always gets sukuna to whine, his head tossing back into the fluffed pillows.
his hands gripped your waist like his life depended on it, ruined whimpers practically begging you to let him cum.
who were you to resist?
"haah, just like that, 'kuna. cum for me." those simple words were enough for sukuna to thrust deep inside of your warmth, staining your walls a creamy white.
and when you didn't stop after his orgasm? he whined and moaned, unable to voice his overstimulation with your panties silencing him. some masochistic aspect in himself didn't want you to stop either.
"what's wrong, baby? you owe me for taking my favorite underwear."
it was only after you had him shooting blanks and on the verge of tears that you let him go, whispering honeyed words of praise.
sukuna wouldn't choose to be anywhere else.
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˚₊‧꒰ა ryomen sukuna ノ f. reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𓂃 hard & slow
⤿ ꒰ how sukuna likes to fuck you ⭒ sensual sex ꒱
sukuna doesn't fuck fast.
he didn't have to. not when he's got your pretty slit gaped and fucked-out on his girth, struggling to take him. not when his second dick slid between your folds and stroked your clit just right. not when his mouth worshipped your skin, as if you were both salvation and sin.
he didn't have to ram his hips into yours at a blinding pace. he preferred the slow, abrupt shlaps! his balls would smack against your ass and trembled pussy.
he wanted you to feel every inch of him. every vein that throbbed for you. every smooch of his creaming tip into your sweet spots he knew like the back of his hand.
sukuna didn't fuck fast. but he fucked hard.
tempered. control. each thrust marked his ownership into your gummy walls. your slick splattered across your thighs marred, worshipped, by a pair of hellish hands. another two cupped your breasts. one thumb slowly swirling on a nipple while the other fell victim to his eagerly sucking lips.
“do you feel me, petal?” he breathed. rocking his hips in just the right angle.
you mewled, hands buried into his hair. "kuna. . .”
another ram. every inch stuffed into your oozing cunt. then paused. so that you felt the entirety of him. throbbing. thick.
you hiccuped a whine and bucked your hips into his with a feverish need. “k-kuna—!”
“none of that,” he hissed. your clit's pinched between his fingers. he rubs slow, firm, agonising. you cry into the heat of it all. “say my name. say it properly.”
tears trickle down your face. only to be kissed away. he cradles you with the same hands that brings your ruin.
“s-su. . .” he pulled out to the tip. your pussy gushed.
he drawled. “go on.”
“sukun. . . —ah!” plunging back in. his towering frame consumed you. two hands bundled your ass and flushed you up into him. his slow, battering thrusts return. all you can do is cry out his name and tear your fingers down his muscled back.
“gonna cum,” you croaked.
“then cum for me,” he rasped. “cum for me. cum for your husband.”
because here, in these four walls. he was no king of curses. only your husband.