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cw: neighbour choso, he's a broke loser, this man whimpers, okay?, mean!reader, not mean mean but mean mean if you understand what i meant, yes he's pathetic too, pu$$y drunk choso, begging, p in v, lots of whimpering :p

neighbour!choso was quiet. the kind of quiet that made you suspicious. you never saw him with friends, never heard a TV, never once got a “good morning” in passing. just the occasional nod when your eyes met in the hallway—hood pulled up, bags under his eyes like he hadn’t slept since taxes were invented. you figured he was just some overworked, underpaid loser trying to scrape by.

neighbour!choso wasn’t quiet at night, though. oh no. he was a fucking problem after 1AM. the kind of problem that had you pausing your playlist, rolling your eyes, and pressing your ear to the wall with a sigh. moaning. whining. deep, needy groans echoing through your apartment like a damn soundtrack. you’d groan into your pillow, “jesus christ, get a fleshlight already,” but you never turned away. curiosity was a hell of a drug.

neighbour!choso had the audacity to still look shy when you showed up at his door one morning, hoodie thrown over sleepwear, jaw locked and unimpressed. “are you seriously jerking off this early?” you asked, arms crossed. he blinked at you like a deer in headlights, lips parted in slow horror.

“uh—I, I didn’t think you’d—I mean I didn’t mean—”

“when was the last time you fucked, huh?”

he looked like you’d slapped him. the tips of his ears went pink. his neck followed. “...i don’t remember.”

you scoffed. “damn. no wonder you’re moaning like you’re auditioning for a porn studio every night.”

neighbour!choso looked like he wanted to melt into the floor.

you tilted your head. “you could’ve just called an escort, you know.”

his voice cracked. “i—I can’t afford that…”

you sighed. long, dramatic, exasperated. “broke and pathetic. christ.”

but then you didn’t leave.

no—you stepped past him, into his shitty little apartment with peeling wallpaper and mismatched chairs, and gave him the kind of once-over that made his knees go weak. you sat down on the edge of his bed and patted your thigh.

“…well? show me how desperate you are, then.”

neighbour!choso dropped to his knees like you’d just handed him god’s permission slip. fingers trembling, eyes wide, lips already parted like he couldn’t breathe until he had your pussy on his tongue. and when you spread your legs? he whimpered.

“needy little loser,” you muttered, threading your fingers into his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him groan. “you get off every night to the thought of me, don’t you?”

he nodded against your thigh, breath hot, voice wrecked: “y-yeah. all the time.”

“figured,” you rolled your eyes. “you’re loud as fuck. next time just beg.”

neighbour!choso licked like he’d die without it. like your pussy was the cure to his broke boy blues. every moan vibrated against you, every breath shaky, tongue messy and relentless as he sobbed into your cunt. and when you came, legs clamped around his head, dragging him in?

you said, “don’t stop until I say so.”

neighbour!choso had tears in his eyes when he finally pulled back, face soaked, lips glossy. “c-can I—can I fuck you?”

“hmm?” you smirked. “thought you were broke. dick work just fine, huh?”

he nodded. hard. desperate. “please. let me show you how sorry I am.”

neighbour!choso was thick. hot and twitching as he pushed inside like he’d been saving this last bit of strength just for you. your breath caught, nails dragging down his back as he bottomed out with a broken moan. you barely had time to catch your breath before he started moving.

"shit—Choso—"

"i'm sorry—i’m so sorry—" he moaned into your neck, "feels too good, i’ll do better, I swear—"

"then fuck me like you mean it."

neighbour!choso did. hips snapping hard enough to make the bed creak, his rhythm deep, focused, uncoordinated in the best way. he bit down on every whimper like he was ashamed of how much he needed it—you—this. you dragged your nails down his back, grinned when he whimpered like he was about to cry.

“this the first real pussy you’ve had in years?” you whispered in his ear.

he choked on a moan. “y-yeah—fuck—I’m close—”

“then come in me, loser,” you growled. “but you’re cleaning up the mess.”

neighbour!choso came with a full-body tremble, cock twitching as he spilled deep, breath catching like he didn’t know whether to cry or thank you. he stayed inside you, arms trembling, forehead pressed to your collarbone like you’d broken something inside him.

maybe you had.

“…so,” you muttered, dragging fingers through his hair. “next time you moan that loud, I better be the one making you.”

neighbour!choso nodded, dazed. “y-yeah. I—I promise.”

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morning

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i wish i didn't suck so much at talking to ppl on here, id make such good friends with everyone

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this is how it should be

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hes so breedable WHAT who said that

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I’m fine

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threatening plug!toji that you'll replace him since he wants to start charging you now.

toji let out a deep sigh as he stepped outta the car, door clicking shut behind him.

“you know you still owe me from last time, yeah?” he muttered, brows drawn. “ain’t givin’ you shit for free no more.”

his voice was low, rough around the edges. looked tired too—but more annoyed than anything else.

you shrugged innocently, “thought you let that slide already.”

he huffed a dry laugh, leaning back against the car, arms crossing over his chest. his shirt rode up just a bit, flashin’ a strip of muscle at his waist.

“angel, i been doin’ you favors left and right,” he said, head tilted. “‘m runnin’ a damn business here.”

“this ain’t no charity, alright?”

his eyes dragged over you, slow and a little amused, one brow quirking as he gave you that look—the one that always made your stomach twist a bit.

“can’t just be handin’ shit out ‘cause you bat your lashes.”

he reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it without breakin’ eye contact. took a long drag, then blew the smoke out to the side completely disregarding the 'no smoking sign' plastered on the wall of the parking lot.

“so,” he said, smoke curling past his lips, “what d’you need this time, sweetheart?”

“change my mind…” you muttered, already reaching for your phone. “’m just gonna call sukuna 'm sure he's gon—”

before you could even finish, toji rolls his eyes as he grabbed your arm, fingers wrapping tight as he yanked you back.

“fuckin’ ungrateful,” his voice dropped, rough and low in your ear. “i give you whatever the hell you want most times—you don't pay for shit—don’t even charge you full price when you do bother payin’.”

“toji—"

the smoke from his cigarette hit your face a second later cutting you off, sharp and deliberate, as he leaned in close. too close.

“yet you run to him?” his grip tightened just a little more, not enough to hurt—but damn near close. “that what we doin’ now?”

then you felt it—his body pushing you back ‘til your spine hit the side of the car with a soft thud, heat radiating off him. he was solid, sweat clinging to his skin, his scent mixing with the smoke and whatever cologne he threw on in.

“was just playin’,” you said quickly, lips twitching into a pout. “you get mad at me so quickly."

his fingers hooked under your chin, tilting your face toward his with zero patience.

“do i look like i’m in a playful fuckin’ mood, baby?”

you rolled your eyes just a little. “no… but you never are.”

he let out a low chuckle, but there was no real humor behind it.

“i said i was sorry,” you muttered, softer this time.

he watched you for a second too long, like he was deciding whether to let it go. then his hand slid down to your waist, gripping it firm.

“don’t say sorry. just don’t go actin’ like i’m not the one who fuckin’ takes care of you, yeah?”

“i know that,” you said, voice quiet but steady. “i wasn’t actually gonna call him. was just tryna piss you off.”

“oh, i know,” he said, dragging his gaze over you slow. “my angel’s a good girl.”

he leaned in again, smoke curling past your face, his lips ghosting close.

“c’mere.”

he leans in and presses his lips against yours, his hand on your hip gripping it harder, his body completely trapping you against his car and himself. his tongue runs over your bottom lip, demanding entry into your mouth. he's always too fast.

he moves his other hand to your thigh, grabbing it before lifting you and pinning you against the car. his massive body pressed tightly against you, you can feel his muscles flex under his shirt against you. His lips moved against yours more hungrily, his tongue exploring your mouth now.

he let out a small groan against your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth with more need. his grip on your hip and thigh tightened as he pushed his body against yours, pinning you tightly against the car. he broke the kiss for a moment to let you breathe before diving back in, his lips attacking your neck now. his head moved down slightly to your nape, his hot breath and lips on your skin.

he began to trail kisses down your neck, his lips and tongue sucking on a few spots. He started to bite and nibble on the skin of your neck, leaving a few marks. his hand that held your hip started to travel under your top, his large hand grabbing onto your waist.

"whaddya need again?” toji muttered, eyes dragging over you. “don't gotta pay cash no more. i got a cheaper option.”

you gave him a look. “cheaper?” toji never offers fair deals .

“mhm, way cheaper," he hummed against your neck, his tongue licking one of the marks he left on your skin. one of his legs slipped between your thighs, pushing against you softly.

"you'll like it baby don't worry, so...ya up for it?"

you looked at him, not really thinking about it just appreciating how your plug look, “whatever you want, toji."

he completely got you.

he bit slightly on your neck at those words.

"such a good girl.." he mumbled against your skin, his hand on your waist moving up your top, his palm touching your bare skin

"c'mon get inside the car and fucking delete sukuna's number."

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I’ve decided that my 20s are actually age 25 - 35

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I mean surely we all grew up feeling like there was a wrongness inherently deep inside us that will endure for the rest of our lives

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18+, touch-starved, 'waiting' gentleman Nanami Kento, male masturbation over the clothes

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"But...does this count?" you whispered against Nanami Kento's neck, your hand trailing down to the curved tenting at the front of his tan trousers. He jolted, grunting, involuntarily bucking against your palm.

He was a gentleman; one who waited; one who longed. Certainly not one to turn his back on due diligence, and favouring flowers over fondling. Any girlfriend whom he intended to become his wife, would only be taken by him after a societally appropriate time.

But how long would this be? With you, a day felt like a month; a month, years. With how you smiled against his throat, he knew, from every twitch of his touch-starved body, that even a gentleman may meet his resolve's end sooner than planned.

"It...it counts," Kento choked, his body betraying him to roll his hips and the straining underside of his cock up against your palm. "I...I shouldn't. You deserve-- deserve--"

"...deserve to know the face of your pleasure, before you come inside me?" Kento froze, paralysed by the honesty, the filth of your words. He felt his cock twitch beneath your palm when you spoke again, lower this time. "Yes. Yes, I do. So..."

"I-- I don't-- haaaah," Kento cried, hoarse and breathy, for a twitch almost as bone-deep as one when he spilled himself, shivered through his length. He felt the dribble of pre-cum soak through his trousers; he saw it, too, the sticky fluid staining the pale material to beige. You felt it, too; you saw it, too. Kento knew he was a goner, when you bit your lip beneath dilating pupils.

You cupped your hand around the length of his cock, moulding his boxers and trousers to his shape, and slowly, rhythmically, beginning to jack him off through his clothes. Kento humped up desperately, dishevelled and panting, and touch-starved, so touch-starved--

"Feels good?" you whispered, suckling his throat to leave rose petals on his skin. Kento only groaned; husky, shuddering, coming undone embarrassingly quickly. Touch without touch was so illicit, so debauched, for one so corseted as he.

"Feels...feels...like I'm going to come in my boxers like a boy--" Kento growled, tangling his fingers through your hair to keep your lips on his throat.

"Would that be so bad?" you murmured against his pulse point, your tongue dipping out to taste the desperation off his skin. Your hand sped up, gliding around the length of him.

Your eyes closed to imagine it was his bare cock in your hand, instead. Your eyes closed, to imagine how the shape of him would fit every plush facet of your insides. You shivered; Kento moaned. You felt him hardening even further; felt the ghost of veins, standing proud, winding around his cock like desire paths.

The gentleman was gone, now; the needy remained.

"Don't stop," panted Kento, fucking up into your palm with every smooth masturbatory motion that your hand made around him, "--just--just like that-- don't stop-- I...I'll..."

Trailing your lips from his jaw to his mouth, you pressed a chaste little peck to his lips; but it was when your tongue swiped over his lower lip, that he met his undoing.

Your hand pumped only two more fabric-frictioned long pumps...before Kento held his breath. His jaw dropped in a silent gasp. His hand tightened in your hair, the other pressing dimples into the divot of your waist. And you felt him spill.

Kento moaned with every twitch of his cock, leaping and spurting beneath tan confines. You watched, fascinated, to see him come apart with each bucking spill, each deepening stain that spread beneath his clothes. His face, twisted in divine agony, would be seated into your mind until he took you, pinned and begging his name, for the first time.

"--f-fuck...o-ooohhh f-fuck...p-pathetic...so pathetic--"

"--hot, actually--"

A rough, gravelly cough; a mirthless laugh, with his final weak spatters of cum.

"...you...will be the end of me...I swear on my life..."

Kento opened one slim, brown eye, regarding your gleeful lip-biting with a huff. He had almost pulled himself together...until you dipped down to the cum-stain on his crotch, and fixed your mouth around it, sucking through the saturated fabric and dipping out your tongue to taste him.

Kento whimpered, bucking weakly against your lips, for you had broken him once, and twice, and now thrice, and he wondered how he would ever survive--

"...taste amazing, Kento."

Four times. Kento flipped you beneath him, pinning you to the sofa with sadistic satisfaction at the look of shock on your face.

He blew upwards, wisping commas of blond off his sweaty forehead. He curled one long finger into his tie, loosening it with one violent tug.

"I've had enough of you, madam. If you won't treat me like a gentleman, then I shan't be."

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contains: stepdad! gojo, pervy + mildly dark content, tw: stepcest

stepdad! gojo who first meets you at a dinner your mom arranged. sitting pretty by her side, polite and shy, but still regarding him as an intruder.

stepdad! gojo who doesn’t wait too long to move into your house. two toothbrushes turned into three, the toilet seat would now be left up from time to time, and no longer being able to walk around in a shirt with nothing under it but panties.

stepdad! gojo whose cock he feels twitch in his pants when you flinch and scoot closer to him after another jumpscare of the horror movie you’re watching.

stepdad! gojo who expertly hides his longing gazes, filthy stares behind his glasses or when your mom’s not looking.

stepdad! gojo takes a few of your panties from the laundry basket without you knowing.

stepdad! gojo who rubs a few out in the shower to the thought of your tight cunt wrapped around his cock. or pretending he’s using the bathroom right after you do, only to let the hot steam of your bath cling to his skin, invading his nostrils, all the while jerking off.

stepdad! gojo who imagines it’s you sucking his dick instead of your mom.

stepdad! gojo who finally makes the first move when your mom’s at work. trapping your body between the kitchen counter and his chest, large hands greedily feeling for every curve.

you squeal and try to push him away, yelling out “what are you doing?!”

he let you go, smiling and coyly apologizing. coming up with an excuse that he’s been sleep deprived and thought you were your mom.

you stomped upstairs, all the while eyeing him like he was a villain.

at least you know.

stepdad! gojo who slips into your room in the dead of night to pry your thighs open and finger your hole like it’s some sort of interesting artifact. you didn’t even wear panties.

“slutty,” he whispered in your ear, followed by two lengthy fingers plunging in.

stepdad! gojo who purposefully leaves the bathroom door cracked open when he’s towel-drying himself off, waiting to see if you’ll sneak a glance. when you do, he smirks knowingly, cock heavy and dripping.

stepdad! gojo who gets hard when you call him “Satoru” instead of “Dad.” the way your tongue flicks on that name? makes him think about how you’d sound choking on his length.

stepdad! gojo who fingers your panties when no one’s home, rubbing his cock between the soft cotton until he cums all over them—then folds them back into your drawer like nothing happened.

stepdad! gojo who stops knocking when he enters your room, catching you in compromising positions on purpose. and when he sees you with your fingers between your thighs, he just chuckles and says,

“need help, baby? daddy’s better with his hands.”

you scream and slam the door on him.

stepdad! gojo who “accidentally” leaves a bottle of lube and a thick toy in your top drawer—then waits for the moment you use it, ear pressed against your door late at night, stroking his cock to the soft whimpers spilling from your throat.

stepdad! gojo who starts testing how far he can go. Late-night back rubs turn into his hands dipping under your shorts, breath hot in your ear as he whispers,

“just helping you relax, angel. that’s what daddies do.”

stepdad! gojo who sets up hidden cameras in your room. he watches you undress at night, fingers sliding between your legs, and he cums all over himself before the video even ends. then watches again. and again.

stepdad! gojo who starts leaving your door open after late-night visits. letting you wake up soaked, stretched, aching—with no proof it wasn’t a dream… except the soreness between your thighs and the faint scent of him on your sheets.

stepdad! gojo who’s finally had enough of holding back when he comes home early one day from work. the first thing that welcomes him is an unfamiliar pair of men’s shoes by the door. then moaning. loud, loud moaning. and your bed creaking from upstairs.

stepdad! gojo who drops his keys the moment he hears it—your moaning. raw, breathy, desperate. it shoots straight to his cock. but then he hears another voice. male. and that’s when the heat flooding his body turns feral.

He doesn’t call out. Doesn’t ask questions. Just slowly climbs the stairs like a predator tracking prey, each step deliberate. Controlled.

And when he reaches your bedroom, he finds the door slightly ajar—and you, bent over the side of the bed, skin flushed, face pressed into the sheets while some pathetic boy fucks you from behind, his rhythm sloppy and fast.

Gojo’s jaw clenches.

He watches for a few seconds, silently. Unblinking. His cock throbbing with fury and something worse—jealousy.

The boy doesn’t notice him until it’s too late. A sharp, heavy bang echoes through the room as Gojo kicks the door open. You gasp, twisting to look, eyes wide and frantic.

“Out,” Gojo says, voice cold, unreadable.

The boy freezes mid-thrust, like a deer caught in headlights, stammering, scrambling to pull his pants up with trembling hands. You try to speak—try to cover yourself with the sheets—but Gojo’s stare pins you in place.

“Did I fucking stutter?” he says again, voice low, deadly calm.

The guy bolts, practically tripping over his own shoes on the way out. The door slams shut behind him, and now it’s just you and him. The silence is suffocating. Your breath is still heaving, cheeks burning with shame, but your thighs are wet, sticky, still trembling.

Gojo doesn’t say anything at first. He just stands there, watching you.

His tie is loosened. His hair is messy. His chest rises and falls slowly, too slowly for how unhinged his eyes look.

Then he moves.

One slow step. Then another. Until he’s standing at the edge of your bed.

“You let that little fuck touch you?” he murmurs, voice thick with something dangerous. “Let him use what’s mine?”

He doesn’t give you time to answer. Doesn’t want an answer. He grabs your ankle and yanks you down the bed until your ass is hanging off the edge.

Your gasp turns into a strangled moan when he slaps your pussy, already slick and twitching.

“You’re dripping,” he growls. “Pathetic little slut… liked being wrongfully fucked, don’t you?”

You shake your head—but your body betrays you. You’re soaking. Throbbing.

Gojo grins, slow and wide and cruel.

“Too fucking late. You wanted to act grown? Then Daddy’s gonna fuck you like you are.”

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thinking about going on vacation and bartender!toji who just so happens to work at the hotel you’re staying at. you were such a shy little thing at the start, getting all flustered every time you managed to work up the courage to go and order a drink at the bar. it didn’t help that toji made your drinks especially strong – just for you. he just couldn’t help himself. you were just so damn gorgeous, all soft and plush in your slutty little thong bikinis. the heat of the island had nothing on the way toji looked at you from behind that bar. slow and hungry, like he already knew what you tasted like. by the third night, your barely stammered as you ordered something strong, something fruity, something that might help you stop daydreaming about toji’s hands gripping your hips as he bent you over the polished wood. “extra strong?” he asked, his green eyes dropping to where your bikini barely clung to you. you didn’t answer, just met his gaze as he poured, his fingers brushing yours as he passed you the glass. you paid and turned to go, only to be stopped by a warm, rough hand around your wrist. your stomach flipped as toji’s breath ghosted your ear, “bars closin’ in an hour, baby. don’t wander too far.”

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characters whose philosophy is “if i cannot be wanted, i will be needed and if i cannot be needed, let me be used until there’s nothing left of me.” thank you for everyone’s attention. falls off stage and dies

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dilf! toji who always interrupts your sleep when he needs to wake up to go grab a glass of water. you tell him to just keeping on the bedside table but he insists it’s better cold.

so tonight it no different. there’s a noticeable shift in weight when he gets up, and you can see him detaching from your sweet embrace. grumpy, you wait for him to be out of the room before you persuit— like a cheetah hunting an innocent gazelle.

when you see him filling up his cup without refilling the britta, you attack, hugging him from behind. you can tell it catches him off guard too, with the way he jumps a little.

“what do you think you’re doing,” you say, your voice still sleepy, “and why didn’t you refill the britta, are you trying to make me go crazy?”

“relax kid, i was just about to do it,” he lies, taking back out of the fridge to fill it again. “besides, shouldn’t my pretty baby be sleeping right now?”

he sweet talk doesn’t fool you now, “yeah, yeah, i should put you on a sex ban if you for not refilling that stupid pitcher.”

“oh baby, no need to be so cruel— i’m innocent!” you’re still latched onto his back as he fills it up and properly puts in away. he turns around before you have the chance to do anything, picking you off the ground, practically throwing you over his shoulder.

“now quiet being so cranky,” he grunts while pinching your butt, as you yelp he lets out a chuckle. “you always get like this when your beauty sleep is interrupted.”

dilf, toji carries you back to bed, making sure to help you fall back asleep ;)

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i need to become a better person someone helppppp 😩😩😩 but don’t suggest anything difficult or uncomfortable

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like i wanna be scared a little while my pussy is getting devoured idk