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scary dog privilege w/ megumi fushiguro | fluff tw: harassment ; violence (all very vague)
living in tokyo, you’ve grown accustomed to the nightly gauntlet of the lone commute via foot: unwanted stares, slurred “hey, cute girl,” and the occasional “come join us, yeah?” from men drifting along the sidewalks. aggravating to say the least, yet largely harmless—provided the pace stayed brisk and eye contact remained nonexistent.
most of it tapered off once megumi fushiguro started accompanying your walks. you chalked it up to the simple social logic that a male companion acts as a deterrent for drunks, opportunists and pervos alike. the thought never crossed your mind that megumi’s resting expression is actually terrifying to the average passerby; why would it? when your boy is nothing but soft sighs and gentle touches in private.
tonight, however, the walk back from the cinema is interrupted by a trio of men, loitering outside. crude comments are hurled your way, heedless of the fact that your boyfriend is right there beside you, your arm looped through his while his hands remain tucked in his pockets. and while megumi seems peeved, you both opt for silence, quickening your pace with the tacit agreement that confrontation isn't worth the energy.
“hey,” he says suddenly, stopping short in front of a familymart. he pulls a few bills from his wallet and presses them into your palm. “go get yourself something. i’m going to check the alley.”
you stare down at his hand, which is still covering yours. as if reluctant to let you go.
“…what for?”
a slight tilt of his chin indicates a dark, narrow gap wedged between two apartment buildings. “might be a nest of fly heads there. won’t take long to exorcise.”
-
by the time the cashier is bagging your chips and soda, the earlier unpleasantness has already begun to fade. it’s only a glance through the glass storefront that brings the memory rushing back. across the street, illuminated by the jaundiced glow of a streetlamp, stands that spiky-haired silhouette of the one you so adore. two men lying crumpled on the pavement, the third (made recognisable by the red sukajan) is attempting to crawl away as megumi advances with unnerving calm.
...oh. so nobara wasn’t exaggerating when she said megumi supposedly beat up bullies in his middle school.
How could Caleb not wanna lick your pretty little cunt up while you're fast asleep?
It's not like you haven't mentioned it - him coming home so late from his work, sometimes four in the morning and you can't hold your eyes open for him at all. Yet he still held back just a bit - he loves to watch every expression on your pretty face as he drinks you up.
Yet something about you laying here all peaceful, murmuring his name when the bed gently dips underneath his weight. He sighs, tugging down the covers and watching your body tremble, your cunt soaking your slutty little shorts you have on.
All underneath his shirt that you're wearing - his.
You're his.
"All mine, honey," he murmurs, kissing up one of your thighs, lips darting across the smooth expanse of your skin. "Aren't you? Fuck, you're soaked."
Your pussy is just dripping right down when he eases those shorts off carefully, slick dissolving in little strands connecting to the cotton. He moans at the sight of your glistening cunt, leaned down so his head is between your thighs - just where he loves to be.
"Pips," he kisses right over your clit, filthy moan escaping his mouth as your juices flow. He peeks up to see your eyes fluttering, brows drawing together. His tongue swipes a filthy stripe up your slit, hands pressing in to those hips he keeps thinking about breeding.
God maybe Caleb would put a baby inside you tonight.
"Hah, breed you just like this," Caleb murmurs softly, tongue gliding between your puffy folds, your hands involuntarily grip those sheets, bunching up in your hands as Caleb hums against you. "Wanna be full of me so bad, did you miss me?"
"Mnh," your little hum just ruins him further, Caleb starts fucking his long pink tongue in and out of your quivering hole, positively slurping you up. You're trembling in his hold as he drags you further to his face, still blissfully unaware of what he's doing to you.
"Taste so sweet," he missed you this week, jerking off with your panties just doesn't hit the same. He's rutting his fat, leaky cock against the bed as he drinks you down his throat, whimpering softly at the friction.
Caleb wanted to take his time, but he's just too needy. He can't help himself from unzipping his pants, the sound echoing in the quiet room, kneeling just a bit so he can drag his pearly precum on your slit.
"Oh, honey you're already pulsing," he gasps out when you clamp down on his tip, gummy walls gripping so tight. He pauses when you shift underneath him, the rustle of sheets underneath your skin mixing with a filthy squelch of your greedy pussy sucking him right in.
He's easing inch by inch, fat cock bullying your walls that are just a bit lax from your sleep, you shift underneath him as he slowly fills you, shoving up that big shirt you're wearing to look at his bulge moving in and out of your tummy. He exhales at the sight, slowly filling you up and watching your pussy make his cock disappear.
"Look how good you take me, mnh..." Caleb's whispering as he presses a loving little kiss on your temple, one of his hands braced on the side of your pillow, the other cupping your face reverently. "Like you're made for it - you are made for me, hmm? Yeah, that's it, listening even in your sleep."
You're so good for him your thighs spread wider, just enough for him to hook one over his elbow, burying his cock to the hilt inside you. You gasp out when his tip kisses your little puffy cervix, thighs shaking as your lashes flutter. He pauses, smiling lazily when you open your eyes, dazed and dilated.
"Caleb..." You whine out when you realize he's buried his eight thick inches deep in your cunt.
"Your pretty pussy missed me, pips," he teases now, shoving your thighs higher and slamming his cock deep.
"Ah! C-Caleb... ngh!" You're barely conscious, the feeling of his veiny length gliding inside you too much.
"You missed me so much, didn't you?" You swallow and nod, seeing his violet, sunset gaze devouring you, his slightly chapped lips currently coated in what looks like your slick. "say it f'me, honey."
"I m-missed you, ah! S'much ... please! Close, close..."
"I'll give you anything honey," he whispers, all devoted with his soft brown locks falling over a brow, a little gleam of sweat breaking out on his chest and dripping down you while he folds you in half underneath him. "I'll fill you up over and over, hah - you want that, don't you?"
Your answer is a desperate nod, a gasp as his loud thrusts fill the room, the smacking of that sharp pelvis against the backs of your thighs, pummeling your needy cunt until you're about to shatter. "Please..."
"Fill you up with so many loads of my cum, you deserve it - being such a good girl," he whispers, lost in you - your scent, your taste on his tongue, how your thighs give underneath his fingertips. "Go ahead, cum f'me honey - I can tell you're close."
It only takes a couple sharp thrusts to have you squirting down his cock, legs trembling violently even as he holds you there, pinning you underneath his weight.
He's laughing just a bit as you struggle to come down, still full of him. "Squirting like that - did you listen, about not touching yourself while i'm away?"
You nod, throat dry, you hadn't at all even though you were soaking wet thinking of his return. He smirks just a bit, that sweet boy next door look was an entire facade for just how much of a freak Caleb truly was. "I listened - ah!"
"Good girl," he whispers, wrapping his arms around your head so you're buried against his chest, he's so broad he makes you feel small, fucking into your now messy hole even faster. "I'll give you so much you'll go back to sleep - hah, and then I'll keep going. I'll pump even more inside you while you rest, you deserve all of it."
Synopsis. How many rounds till you’re begging to tap out? Well…
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, marathons, overstím, manhandIing, rough s, headIocks, FÉRAL JJK men, dúmbifícation, running from it, ratio technique, use of jujutsu techniques, chokíng spítting, p talking, true form Sukuna, dp, Choso with píercings, GOJO’S POWERS, creampíes, cúmplay, slight cúmfIation, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. OvuIation started…
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - 4 rounds
It felt like it’s been decades. Eons.
And Toji’s still rendering you dumb with his vulgar, sloppy strokes.
Over and over he had you riding him dry, probin’ into tight orifices so deep that it has your thighs tremoring over his muscular waist. Glued to him. Driven wild. With your spit-glossed mouth hanging agape, voice coming out in panted puffs- “P-please, oh, ngh-”
“Tch, dirty girl.” He’s snarling from underneath you, rough palm coming up flatly to cover your mouth, pushing those wads of saliva back in. He snickers as you gurgle nonsensically, “What? Got something to say t’me?”
You nod, “S’been like f-four rounds, how are you still hck! going?” Almost on cue, the red, squelching end of his shaft throbs.
“Hm…” Toji pretends to think, and his other hand slide-slide-slides down the front of your tummy. Pushing down just as his plump tip bullies into your tightest spots—whack! “But I don’t think we’ve made Megumi a big brother yet, mama?”
His heavenly restriction didn’t just increase his strength - it increased his stamina, too. And you were bearing the brunt of it.
And like he’s proving his point, the doughy mountain of his palm presses gently- almost playfully.
Making you gush out cobwebs of syrupy white sap, your entrance letting go of everything he’d stuffed into you from all those hours prior. He mockingly pouts, “Look at that. She’s all empty.”
“Is that why you’ve been s-so…” You’re lost for words, because now not only was he smashing into your cunt at a rude pace- he also had his hand clawing down your front. Feeling his thick, veiny cock bulging inwards. “-insatiable?”
“Heh, maybe,” he grins. And it’s one that looks so devilish, looking up at you through shaggy, sweat-covered bangs. “And the other part of it is that m’fucking addicted to this sweet pussy. And m’not sorry about it.”
And he was fucking you like it, too.
Like he was scraping his puffy veins into spots you didn’t even know you had- banging his wet, blushin’ cockhead against your cervix n’ still reaching for more. Toji could bottom-out on your pussy and still want more, more, more-
“I-I don’t even know if I can- oh.” You’re completely breathless, head throwing back as your hips start gyrating back into his thrusts.
It’s a small, slurping rhythm that makes his raven brows raise in interest. Looking down at the way your bouncing figure-eights make a line of cum start streaming between your legs. “Would you look at that, four rounds n’ she still wants- hah, more. She’s a greeeeedy lady, I know she’d love a fifth round, wouldn’t she, doll?”
One of his calloused thumbs runs down your slivery slit, gathering up the dampness and popping it into his mouth. You whine as his scarred lips raise into a sleazy grin.
“What? Don’t think so?” He’s letting off raspy groans, abs flexing after each jackhammer. Poking into your sweetest spots.
You don’t know whether you’re nodding, you don’t know whether you’re shaking your head- maybe begging. But, instantly, both of his large hands latch onto the small of your waist. A firm grip on you. Unyielding.
And Toji’s just so strong that he doesn’t even have to try to raise your poor, twitching body up, up, up on the glazed inches of his cock—and then slam you back down again. Manhandling you. Roughening you up.
Both of his big, beefy arms swell with veins n’ strength, and you’re ogling just how unintentionally sexy he looks as he’s sliding his throbbing girth into you repeatedly - green eyes narrowed, jaw clenched, nose crinkled.
The burrowing head of his cock finds itself pushin’ sensually against your g-spot, like a button. And Toji spits, seething, breathy, “Yeahhhh–just like that, mama. I told you- I told you she could t-take it.” You’re so far gone that you don’t even revel in the fact that the squeezing of your slicked, gummy walls made the Toji Fushiguro stutter.
And every driving bash makes cum splosh ‘round you like a whirlpool, his incessant cock pushing those knots even deeper. “Gonna make her- gonna- fuck, you’re not leaving this bed until you make me a daddy.”
Something about those words itch such a carnal part of your brain - especially when you’re being fucked exceptionally stupid like this.
It twinges, and you can feel the bubble building up from your drippin’ wet pussy. “Toji- oh, don’t talk like that, I think m’gonna c-cum.” But the only problem was that you didn’t even know if you could cum. Orgasm after orgasm.
“Don’t know if you can?” Shit- you’d clearly spoken that last part out loud, too cockdrunk right about now. And your husband certainly disagreed. Toji scoffs, “Don’t know if you can? Don’t- hah, underestimate your husband.”
And one of his filthy thumbs was glued back between your swollen folds, smearing them apart so that his pursed lips can spit. A targeted wad of saliva that still connects to his sneering lips for a few seconds.
It makes you shiver- as you’re opening your mouth to shrill, he’s then shutting you up with yet another pearly streamline of spit. This time straight into your maw. “There- a lil’ motivation.”
That pummeling pace of his only grows wilder, shoving into your g-spot and down the spongy layer of your womb. He was damn near rubbin’ himself raw on your velvety walls.
You can barely even control the lines of tears that streak down your cheeks, explosions of pleasure each time he was delving between your pussylips like a madman. “Oh my god-” Your back arches cutely into his touch, your skin stinging where it was coming into contact with his scruffy happy trail. “I think I’m- fuck, I might-”
“Cum f’me, doll?” Toji interrupts your cracking whines, slightly looking up at you through his lashes. “Please?”
And it was that- overstimulated, oversensitive, and having Toji pleading for your sappy pussy to orgasm all over his cock that you finally do. Your eyes immediately shuttering, a cry ripping from your throat at the intensity.
Spearheading your tight walls with his girthy circumference- it was just too adorable how your cunt kept clinging onto him. Pulsing after each graze of his veins, those lightning-shaped lines that opened up your hidden crevices.
He’s flicking his thumb over your clit to elongate the peaks of your high, roll after roll of his hips accompanying it. You don’t think you’ve ever cum harder in your life—“Oh, Toji that felt s-so–” And then your breath catches, and so do your gyratin’ hips.
Because you’re feeling the split, pre-trickling end of his shaft suddenly flinch. Suddenly jolt. And it feels as though Toji’s slathering all your insides with his gluey cum- except you don’t feel any of it gushing out.
And your jaw drops, hastening to blink your vision back into your murky peripherals. “Toji, baby, did you just-”
“Cum dry, yeah yeah—” He’s gruffing out, though there’s a note in his baritone voice that sounds like it’s shaking. “Consider it me being- ngh, nice to this overfilled lil’ pussy here.” Emphasizing his point with a glissading motion upwards, letting his thick cum from before dribble down into a puddle. “M’being such a good husband, aren’t I?”
Hiccuping, still facing the zaps of electricity from your high running down your spine. “Y-yes-” You yelp then- faced with the sudden thwack! of his globular tip hitting your cervix, almost harder than before.
“And I’d make an even better dad to our kids.”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - 8 rounds
“Do you need to hold onto me, darling?” Nanami whispers huskily against the tender shell of your ear, and before you can even answer, he’s tightening his hold.
Tightening his…headlock.
Strong, beefy arms dangling your limp body off of the bed as if you were weightless, his chiselled abs pressing into your back. Nanami was bent over you until you were struggling against the pure pressure of him, the pure pressure of his pummeling cock.
He dips his hips into you from behind, round cocktip swabbing your squishy insides. “I’ve- hah, got you, my love. Your Kento’s got you.”
“O-oh, fuck, Kento.” You’re babbling out near-incoherently, having his slick, vein-covered shaft rudely piercing in and out of you. He was just so big that each thrust had you spilling out sploshes of drool in a puddle underneath, gnawing stupidly at the pillows.
And his stamina—oh, his stamina was both the best and the worst thing.
Because your sweet, loving husband could go on for hoooours. Probin’ you with his constantly rock-hard cock, aching and ravenous to plunge inside you over n’ over. And he didn’t even realize this inhuman effect he had on you-
Lovingly, tenderly murmuring to you, “I’ve always got you, y’know?” All the while his vicious hips were slamming into you so hard that you can feel the line of his golden happy trail start to rub your skin raw. “My beautiful wife.”
“N-ngh, please-” You mewl out through your tears, your maw gaping open with a sheen of slick saliva that dribbles all down his forearm. A decoration he gladly accepts. “I don’t even know if I can, ngh, cum anymore-”
Nanami hums thoughtfully from behind you, brows knitting into an expression of concern. “Then we can stop, darling-”
“But I don’t want to-”
The words depart from your dumbstruck lips before you can even register them - you can’t help it. The probin’ sensation of Nanami’s cock just made you overly honest, each time his thick, pulsing veins massaged your sweetest spots.
Just following your cockdrunk words, your husband hears the loudest, most lecherous sluuuurp! that makes him look down in slight surprise.
Coming to find that you’d clenched ‘round his bulky base even tighter, with your swollen folds just drenched in a layer of shiny slick. You were swallowing up each solid thrust so well, and he couldn’t help but gulp as he’s thumbing apart your pussylips.
Huffing out a groan, a gasp, burrowed cockhead twitching.
He finally utters, after a few more repeated slams, “Then- then if I may…” And before you know it, you’re sinking down into the cushy mattress because Nanami has set you free of his primal headlock.
For one second. Two. Right before he’s gripping onto your two wrists and and hoisting you back up, at an even deeper angle that lets the curved end of his shaft maze right into your cervix. Direct hit after hit.
Nanami’s pounding straight into you in midair, like he’s furious- like he’s taking it out on your teary cunt. And you can only blabber out in whines, your voice breaking at the back of your throat. “Shit- shit, Kento, it feels so—ngh.”
“Don’t need to do anything, my love.” Hitched, he grunts, using every ounce of that manhandling strength to plunge into your dribbling orifice. “Don’t need to stay up- don’t need to fuck back- fuck, just let me do it alllll. Let me make you feel good.”
And he was.
It was always around this eighth round that something in the stern, sensible Nanami Kento snapped. Something in him was primal- and he was letting his cursed energy seep into you like no other.
Each whacking jackhammer striking your g-spot so precisely that you’re starting to believe it might be his ratio technique. Zaps of electricity simmering under his palms, you yelp, “You’re- hah! you’re doing that- thing- again-”
So gone that he doesn’t even realize. Not until you’re moaning and bucking underneath him like so–
It’s then that he chuckles darkly, refining that stream of cursed energy to accurately bash in your favorite hidden geysers. “And doesn’t it feel so gooood, my love?” He doesn’t think he could control his jujutsu technique right now even if he tried. Plump, puckered kisses being pressed into your sweetest spots inside.
You squirm your hips, unable to take the sheer pleasure of him probin’ your fragile areas; to which he’s instantly responding by letting go of your wrists.
You’re whining in disappointment, just about to swivel your head around to look at him- when Nanami’s forcing your head back down with the heel of his foot. Attaching onto the crown of your scalp, he’s weighing your wriggly hips down with his own.
Pushing you down.
Bending you in ways you don’t think you’ve ever even heard of before - it might just be the roughest out of all those rounds. Because his velveteen length lodges meanly up against your soft cervix, bruising a cute lil’ circle of his fat tip.
This changed angle was just perfect for him to spearhead his red, raw shaft between your folds. And it didn’t matter how overstimulated he was, he shoves his cock into you ruthlessly.
“Eight.” You hear - almost distantly, almost faintly - from behind you. Nanami’s guttural breaths coming out in heaves each time he’s pushin’ his way inside. A thin line of his sweat trickles from one temple and hits the back of your arched spine. “Eight rounds.”
Blinking tearily, the pressure on top of your woozy head only seems to grow- and so does the one down there. Especially when one of his thickly padded fingertips comes to tease your throbbing clit. Hard. Nanami breathes—oh-so-serious, oh-so-ruined
♡ GETO SUGURU - 5 ½ rounds
The sloppy squelches echoing from the in-betweens of your legs were just so sinful—they’re bouncing off the walls and ringing in your ears.
Making your squirm as Geto plunges his long tongue between your pussylips like an animal. He’s lavishing the swollen forefront of your cunt, licking up each knot of cum that dribbles out. Glide after sensual glide.
You’re seeing sparks behind your eyes- and he’s only getting up after making sure that you’re licked allllll clean. Glissading the honed tip of his tongue in a few circles ‘round your clit just for good measure, Geto stands and wipes the mess off his lips. “So…”
You can barely even react- barely even register his fluid motions as one of his pale, strong forearms reach out and grip your throat in a chokehold. Finishing off, “-ya still want another round, gorgeous?”
“P-please-” You’re babbling out, and if this was any other time then you’d have felt embarrassed about the hitched, whiny way your words kept coming out. Hips thrusting off of the creaky mattress-
“P-p-please what?” He’s rolling his eyes, seeing your animalistic jerks and immediately pinning one palm down your front to keep you still. To tease you. “Speak up, girl.”
But the problem was that you couldn’t - not when you could feel Geto’s plump, puckered tip resting between your pussylips. Slide-slide-sliiiding back and forth playfully, you could count each of his throbbing veins in your head.
And when you’re not reacting fast enough for him, he plucks both your jittery legs and throws them over one of his broad deltoids. Pinning them close to his tensed core with strong arms, Geto’s starting to sink his way inside—“Or s’this you tapping out, hah?”
The stretch- oh, the stretch is so incredible that you can feel it all the way down in your toes. Curling.
Rimming your first ring of muscle to the maximum, with his curvaceous globe pinpointing its way inside. It felt as if you were being molded to his sheerly massive girth- “No- ngh, not tapping out.” Completely talking from your needy cunt. And he knew that.
“Good.”
Geto doesn’t hesitate- he doesn’t even stutter before immediately reeling his powerful hips back and delving the entirety of his thick, aching cock. Bulging your poor insides like never before, you’re whining at the sudden intrusion.
“F-fuck!” Mouth watering, your tastebuds sizzle with the sensation as if he’s poking into your very lungs. Spearheading.
And he doesn’t wait for you to even accustom yourself to the size of him before moving—rapid, hard half-thrusts. Not even pulling all the way out because his savagely needy cock couldn’t handle it, positively craving that carnal part of you.
“Yeah- yeah yeah yeah–” He’s whispering underneath his breath, slightly broken with how many times he’s done this throughout the night, yearning for more. The drivelling end of his shaft hits your cervix with a thorough bash! and you can feel your legs grow weaker, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
And Geto can too- fuck, he’s tugging upon both of your trembling legs and wrapping them ‘round his motioning hips. Making you feel the pull and flex of his obliques, “Don’t you think you’re going anywhere- fuck, don’t you dare run.”
“I’m- I’m not—”
Only pulling you in further with his incredible strength, until your sopping wet cunt hits the front of his soaked happy trail with a pap! of skin-on-skin. “Then where are, ngh, we going, huh?”
You could barely even grind your bouncy hips up n’ down without him chasing after. Desperate. Shivering as he then removes one hand to slide a thumb down your sloppy slit, listening to the watery noises you let off. “So jumpy- I needa fuck that out of you, gorgeous-” Suddenly, a dopey smile breaks across his face. “Though, I guess I a-already am, huh?”
“Ngh- fuck, it feels t-too good—” He was rendering you practically immobile, unable to think about anything but the bliss that takes over you after each scrape of his ruby-red slit down your g-spot.
Perfectly angled- Geto was just so good at teasing you with his hips. His cadence is not too soft against your sweetest spots so it leaves you satiated, but not too hard so that it leaves you wanting more. Just toying. Probing.
You’re attempting to pathetically fuck your hips back to him in pursuit of more friction, but he snaps a hand to your neck and holds on firmly. Each of his five fingers digging into your throat.
Geto raises a sassy brow, “I said where are- hah, we going?” He’s pushing against the entrance to your womb and you’ve never felt so gone. So sensitive. It just makes you so much wetter, gushing out of you like a sheen—“oh?” Cracking a sleazy grin, “Aren’t you embarrassed? Being s-sooo fuckin’ wet? Bet the entire association can hear, the way you’re like a damn, mmm, waterpark f’me.”
Harder and harder- he can’t stop.
One hand squeezing your airway, the other clawing down your stomach.
Pressing dooooown just as he’s sliding his incredibly thick, veiny cock inside- it’s enough to make you flatly anchor your feet onto the bed and push off. And attempt to escape - only to be dragged right back by the hand on your throat, like some whiny lil’ ragdoll. “Fuck- nghhh, fuck- it’s almost too much-” But you wanted more. How could you not?
“And the way you’re clinging t’me? Cheh-” Geto continues, as if he never even realized. As if he’s so far gone that he doesn’t even register when he’s pulling you back, “-she’s in love.”
Flabbergasted, you’re looking up at him with a gaped mouth- only to find that Geto’s is parted, as well. His heady eyes half-lidded, mouth swollen, eyes teary, blushing. You’ve never seen him like this.
And you could’ve sworn that the dark pupils in his peripherals had taken on the shape of hearts by now. Staring right at you with a loving gaze, it only takes a few more vicious pumps before your eardrums suddenly fill with a loud snap!
Heads whirling to the source of the noise to find that the bed was tilted unevenly on one side - it was broken. He broke the bed.
And by the way your boyfriend was looking at you- you were next. Scooping you into his powerful arms in one motion, you’re being laid flat in the same position on the fucking floor. Right next to your bed, Geto’s heavy weight pressing you into the frigid ground.
His hand once again finds its position at your throat, and - instead of moving himself - he uses the leverage to pull you down onto his cock in a sloppy drag. “Oh, you’re not going anywhere, gorgeous girl.”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - 6 rounds
“F-fuck—” Choso whispers in a hoarse pant, his baritone dipping even lower. “Fuck, ngh, it feels so good…”
“Aww, baby—” Your voice is nearly drowned out by the damp squelches being reeled out of your cunt, over and over as he just slides his blushin’ pink tip between your pussylips.
The fatness of his crown lodges a little against your entrance and Choso whines at the way you clench around nothing. Missing out. Surging his blood manipulation technique even harder to, well, get harder. “Won’t be long, baby–” Practically giddy at the wetness pouring from your swollen core. “Promise it- ngh, won’t be long.”
“Cho, baby, you don’t have to force yourself- we can do other- hck!” Your breath hitches when he gives your slick-glittered pussy a firm spank. Just to make you shut up - don’t even think about it.
He’s insisting oh-so-sincerely, “But I can- and I want to…” It’s just been hoooours of running his poor, overworked cock raw on your velveteen walls. And the sole problem with your pussy was that it was so easy to get addicted. He was addicted. “Promise I can- promise I will.”
One of his ringed fingers scrapes down your front, drawing an invisible line- he pokes right where he’d now memorized your sultry womb was. Pressing in. A target.
Sensually, you feel him mark a little ‘X’ on that spot, like a treasure map. “Promise I’ll be r-riiiiight here- hngh!”
And then he’s sinking in with ease - so overstimulated that the first red, swollen inch being pumped inside your cunt is enough to make him tear up.
Big, bulbous tears that run down his handsome face. Dripping from the point of his chin and onto your skin underneath, he just looks so pretty like this. Long lashes shimmering, puffy lips wobbling, his brows scrunching together as he’s holding you down and pushing his girth all the way back into you.
“Yes…” he whispers, more to himself than you. “Yes yes yes- just like that- l-luckily number s-six, ngh.” He’s been saying this for hooours now, and you’re starting to wonder whether the one begging for mercy should be him and not you.
The round orifice at the end of his shaft mazes its way inside like a searchlight, perfectly fitting against where your g-spot was- and the worst part of it all? Choso was pierced- with a studded Prince Albert’s piercing on his mushroomy tip that dabs your nooks n’ crannies. And makes you clench.
You throw your jittering arms around him and squeeze him with your clingy walls so tight that a ragged groan leaves the back of Choso’s throat. To muffle it, he’s burying his face into the crook of your neck- and you can feel him pant, feel him wrench out a broken whisper of your name.
Right before Choso Kamo bottoms out and cums.
Just from the primal feeling of being back inside you - he’s squirting out thin, wiry ribbons of cum that stick to the base end of your pussy like glue. Smearing around until the puckered folds of your cunt start to spray out with all that ivory sap. That’s when Choso’s snarling down, spitting.
Thumbing away the excess before he’s plugging your entrance back up, fucking each n’ every drop back inside. “It- fuck, look what you’ve done- made me cum like this. Just from putting it inside.” So overstimulated that he was barely even leaking out half the volume he did in the first round, and yet it’s never hit so hard.
His orgasm making him ride out peak after peak on your sopping wet pussy until Choso’s jolting at the feeling of him cumming dry. Red, bulging cocktip jolting but nothing was coming out anymore, just enough to slosh ‘round the mess he’s made inside.
But that didn’t mean he was going to stop. Not even close.
His bursts of jujutsu technique are growing even wilder- and Choso hasn’t even finished pounding out the last of his high before his buzzing energy starts to envelope the both of your glissading bodies. Coating it. Making his hot length bulge harder-
With a grumbling grunt, he’s then starting to rut into you like a madman. “It sh-should be illegal for a pussy to feel this- ngh, good, y’know?”
Until the bed was singing out in creaks and so were you, until your eyes were rolled all the way to the back of your skull. With his free hand clamoring over to the top of your scalp, Choso pushes you down following each recoil of his honed thrusts. Lower lip jutting out, “It’s u-unfair. I’m just addicted. My cock is just addicted.”
“I can- ngh! Tell-” You attempt to give him a teasing smile, but the only thing your mouth can do is open into a cockdrunken ‘oh!’
He’s using the moment to his advantage, simply spitting a glittery wad between your lips. Then gently lifting off one hand to push your mouth clothed - he was serious. So serious, in fact, that you could feel the cursed energy simmering through his body.
Making his long, hard length even harder. Puffing up his zig-zagged veins until the pattern was all you could feel on your walls, memorize. Swelling his flared, mushroom tip up even more- you swear you could feel him probin’ all the way into your lungs.And he was just making you take it. All with a wobbly smile, he’s so pussydrunk by now that he can’t stop himself from confessing. “Oh, baby, you have no idea. I can’t…I can’t stop.”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - 9 rounds
The King of Curses doesn’t think he’s seen anything hotter- anything cuter.
With your eyes criss-crossing each time his dual crowns plunge furiously into your pussy, your hands grappling for purchase anywhere. Everywhere. Ultimately resting on the generous surface of his pectorals, you’re squeezing them for dear life and he can’t help but snicker.
Perking his hips further upwards to probe your clenchin’ innards, “Keh, what’s this?” You’re the one riding him, but he’s the one driving you positively wild.
With his matching, vein-covered cocks sliding up against your tight walls and each other. You’re so far gone that you barely even realize that Sukuna’s noticed your little hold, a clawed hand coming over your own. “No milk’s gonna come out of there, brat.” He’s rolling his eyes as you drool stupidly all over his pecs.
“N-none at all?” You’re starin’ up at him with wide, disappointed eyes. And your hips bounce down even harder to hit his muscular pelvis with a spank! as if you were trying to disprove what he just said.
“Someone’s still eager after nine rounds.”
And he’s taking a few sultry nanoseconds to simply admire it before manhandling your body underneath his. Flipping the two of you over. Throwing your wobbly legs over his shoulders.
He’s got you bent in half underneath him in a proper mating press before spearing the fat girths of his lengths deep inside you. “Unless…” Sukuna puffs out, through a sleazy snarl. And out of his four hands, two of them rest upon your sensitive tits. Squeezing. Groping. “We could try n’ get you pregnant, lil’ human. See how you like it, huh?”
Something hitches at the back of your throat at his suggestion - and Sukuna was certainly fucking you like he meant it.
Letting the sharp, black-tinted edges of his nails scrape your skin gently each time he was teasin’ your tits. Roll after roll of his calloused thumbs to peak your nipples, making you whimper, “Yeah? How about it? After nine rounds you’re- ngh, bound ta be pregnant. Don’tcha think, brat?”
“B-but—” Clawing your own hands up his pectorals- this position just gave you the perfect view to grab a greedy hold. You were just so gone by now, by this nth round, that you didn’t even know what you were babbling out. What you were hoping for.
And Sukuna’s realizing, too, letting his spit-slicked lips open with a chuckle. Your smaller, human hands sliding up n’ down his chiselled body – thoroughly ripped, Herculean.
He’s so much bigger than you, folding you even further in this lewd mating press to kiss his forehead against yours. Grumbling, “What’d I say, brat? Are you that- fuck! that pussydrunk already?”
“N-no…”
“Mhmmm, I don’t believe ya.” And he had damn good reason not to - especially when you were whinin’ and shaking oh-so-vulgarly underneath him like this. With a few more vicious paps! of his bulky base sticking against your folds, he’s cooing, “Why don’tcha tell me your name then? Hmm? If you can, we’ll go, heh, another nine more rounds.”
You don’t think you’ll make it to one more round.
But you’re nonsensically babbling away anyway, because the textured feeling of his shafts delving in and out of you just felt so good. Thoroughly overstimulated, you mewl- “I-ngh, fuck, Kuna…”
“Nuh uh, brat- that’s me.” Sassily rolling his four crimson eyes, “Try again.”
“I’m- fuck!”
“Ah ah, wrong again.” Oh, he was enjoying this. So, so much. Any time he’d ask you a question and expect you to answer, he’s pummeling you with a few more repeated jackhammers that evaporate any words left in your lungs. On your tongue.
Now lolling out stupidly with your wads of spittle as he’s rubbin’ your g-spot raw. Sukuna’s both girthy and incredibly prolonged, so his strawberry-red crown drags against your most favorite hidden crevices without even trying.
You’re spitting out a slew of profanity at the sudden bliss, right along with a sheen of sticky saliva that he’s covering with one of his overlarge hands.
Rumbling underneath his breath as it keeps drippin’ after each long swiiiipe down the velvety end of your cervix. “I asked for yer name, silly girl- not, tch-” Snickering at the wet mess you were making from both pairs of lips. “-this.”
“C-can’t help it—” You’re throwing your hips off of the springy mattress, angling yourself further onto his pressurized cadence.
“Oh, so ya can speak? Maybe I should give ya another nine rounds, then- how about it, brat?”
With mocking interest, Sukuna hums. And the slit of the cursed mouth across his stomach grins wide open, slithering out the end of his lengthy tongue almost like a snake. It’s so monstrous- perfect to slather over your hardened nipples, sucking. Rolling. Teasing.
You’re whining your head off at a fever-pitch, your velvety channel clamping ‘round him maddeningly. Enough so that his fat, bludgeoning cocks knock against each other and the entrance to your womb, too.
So primal. So carnal. And if you were any more dumbstruck on his lengths then you might not have noticed- the way that Sukuna stutters. His hips dipping ever-so-slightly too low, like he didn’t want to even pull out.
And that makes you gasp your maw open with a shrill, “M-maybe you won’t last- ngh- nine-”
“Y-yes I will- fuck!”
“Mhm—”
Ah, always so mouthy, his favorite lil’ human. It makes him so much fucking harder, though he won’t admit it- he doesn’t have to. You’re feeling it. The way his flared mushroom tips swell up even further, making your eyes damn near pop out of your skull at the sensual sensation.
You’re fluttering them tearily, blinking back your vision from the sudden barrage of stars that cloud it. And that’s when you see it- when you can feel it throbbing achingly inside of you.
Ryomen Sukuna had his true form.
And yet, not many got to see his true true form—with the usual four arms, dual cocks, devilish eyes, and his cursed mouth. But with the addition of two large red horns. Bigger. Somehow even sexier.
Your jaw drops and you can only gasp- “Oh.”
He’s narrowing his glowing blood-red eyes with a grin, and barely has to use even a fraction of his strength to manhandle you down further. “Let me show you how the king fucks nine fuckin’ rounds then, human.”
♡ INO TAKUMA - 3 rounds
Ino didn’t know what’d gotten into him. He didn’t even know what had made him this way- one second simply dryly grinding his aching erection between your pussylips.
And the next, he had you flat on your back- your legs thrown over his lean shoulders, the backs of your thighs against his abs. Feeling each ripple n’ flex as he’s shovelling his red, heated length into you. Over and over.
He’d said it’d bate after one round, and then after two—and here you were at three, with your overstimulated boyfriend showing positively zero signs of stopping. No matter how sensitive his thrashing cock was, no matter how ruined.
“I can’t seem to stop-” He’s spitting, between his puffy lips. A slight tear lines his blushing cheek, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so wrecked. “I can’t- fuck, I don’t think I can ever stop fucking this pretty pussy—”
You’re whining as his thumb drifts between your teary slope. Up n’ down to let the honeyed mess smear everywhere, “Please, ngh- oh.”
“It’s your fault.” Ino snaps, though it’s half-hearted. His head lolls behind, unsteadily as if he was trying to hold himself back from it. “This pussy’s fault- yours. Fuck! Why do you have to feel s-so damn good.”
By this point, you didn’t know which one of you two was more utterly drunk: you or him.
You’re clawing your hands upwards towards the mahogany headboard, and he’s stopping you in your sinful tracks. Instead, pinning both your wrists down with one of his hands. He whines, “Where’d you think you’re g-going, pretty?”
“M’not going- ngh, anywhere.” Crying out, and your back arches against the silken bedsheets. Creating the perfect view of your tits for him to lean down n’ smother himself into.
Pink, pretty lips latching over your left nipple as he sucks, “Mmm, don’t lie to me- you’re not g-going anywhere tonight. Nowhere.” He was feral at the thought - absolutely shattered on those tiny, wild ruts you were giving that made his crowned cock edge even deeper. Inch by inch.
And you don’t think you could escape even if you tried. Because your boyfriend was simply moving at a vulgar pace, with the most rapidfire strokes from the plumpness of his mushroom tip, all the way down to his base.
It didn’t help that his solid length was so looooong, dragging out big stretches on your poor entrance. He’s knocking up against the end of your treacly pussy where you’re sure a bruise had started to formulate- and grins, “See- see? She doesn’t want me to- ngh, go anywhere.”
Huffing, “Don’t think I want you to go anywhere either- fuck!”
But you can’t even finish your sentence before you’re cut off with a sudden mewl- at the feeling of his ravenous cock starting to enlarge. Pumping itself bigger. Thicker. The line of his slivery slit scrapes near your womb and you think you’re seeing damn stars behind your lids.
So much so that you start to wonder whether you can even take it.
And almost as if he could sense your cockdrunken thoughts, he’s surging his toned hips forwards. Till the scruff of his happy trail rubs up against your clit, and you’re left drooling from both corners of your mouth.
He swipes it away with the fatness of his thumb, then immediately slips it between your ajar lips with a wet plop! Almost as if he was shutting you up. Fucking you stupid.
Swabbin’ the velvety insides of your mouth, muffling your moans so that he can better hear the saturated squelches emanating between your legs. “Don’t hck! just say things like that…fuck.” Beautiful brown eyes slightly bulging, voice breathy. “It’s gonna make me cum.”
You puff out in tears, “B-but I want it…”
“Mhmmm—but if I cum, then s’gonna end.” Oh, you’re realizing that he’s holding himself back. That he was dangerously close; with the hard twitches of his bulging tip, with the way his leaking precum seemed only gets more wadded. But if he reached his orgasm, then it was going to be over - and by the looks of it, he never wanted it to be over.
Letting the sloppy drags of his length scrape against every inch inside you, Ino’s following the pathway to your g-spot.
And kisses it with immense accuracy, a soft peck. Once, twice, thrice. Ino feels you clench around him at the zaps of pleasure and groans, “And you’re not leaving here until- hah- until this bed breaks, sweetness. Until I make you cum at least th-three more times.” The round tip of his index draws a line down your middle, resting where he could feel he was bashin’ into your sponged cervix. “Until I’ve filled you up a-allllll the way here. S’that alright with you?”
You nod and nod and nod.
Clamping your gluey walls down- you squeeze on his sensitive shaft and he drips down tears. It just feels too good.
As a gift, almost, he’s wadding up your snug insides with a few webs of silky precum. Drivelling into your deepest spots, such incredible volumes that it’s then leaking out in a sheen between your thighs. Sticky. Shiny.
Ino looks down n’ catches the display, his breath hitching at the sight, “Next…” You wait with bated breath, wondering what filth he’s going to spill out now. “Next- soon, that’s gonna be my actual cum, pretty.”
♡ GOJO SATORU - Infinity
“Please-” He’s rasping through the minute gaps between his clenched teeth, into the clammy skin of your neck. Throaty. Ragged. “P-please…”
And without even finishing his sentence, Gojo’s rutting his red, ravaged cock inside your cunt once more. Just a singular half-thrust and it’s enough to make you whine shrilly, dizzy being compressed under the entire weight of him hunched over.
His washboard abs plastered against your back, his ripped front hunched over primally. In a way that felt almost animalistic.
A flash of Gojo’s cursed power travels through his body and into yours and shocks your body with a slight bolt of electricity. Kinetic. You’re yelping- at both the zapping feeling and the way it leaves his blushin’ tip flaring even wider inside of you, “Oh my god- o-oh, what time is it even, Toru- hck!”
It’s a wonder you could even piece that sentence together. And his muddled mind can only think that he needs to fuck that ability out of you, fuck you stupid.
“Fuck me s–fuck.” You’re echoing.
“Oh? Did I say that out loud?” He’s questioning, faintly, only after a few more heavy thrusts. The bulbous crown of his shaft reaches in deep, and he’s so addicted to the way it makes even the very bottom of your sweet cunt clench ‘round him.
Holding on weakly to the side of your hips as he pins you down and drives into you with a constant, ringing sluuuuurp. “I don’t- hah, I don’t even know what day it is, sweetheart.”
“Fuck- fuuuuuck, ngh.” You’re entirely blaming his powers- and thanking them, too. That reverse cursed energy being the only reason that neither of you two have broken a bone by now. Especially you. “And doesn’t seem like- fuck—”
“What? That m’gonna stop?” For a second there, you think that he’s almost considering it. After so long that you’d almost whine in disappointment if he did. Every slick, flooded orifice inside you clinging onto him like adhesive.
And Gojo - oh, Gojo can tell.
His oversensitive peripherals water a little with an oncoming burst of his Six Eyes. And with it, he’s seeing exactly where you’re feeling the most pressure in your body, exactly where you want him the most.
It makes his ruby-red shaft perk up n’ thrash against the spongy layer of your cervix, dribbling out a few knots of precum that whirl in with the layers upon layers of sappy white cum inside. Grumbling, “Oh, baby, you’re silly if you think I’ll ever s-stop~”
He sounded so drunk. So gone. And you can’t help but believe him.
The lights in your bedroom had shattered and been so for quite a while- you don’t even think the sprawling city outside had power. Yet, you could still make out the utter carnal desperation in his heart-shaped pupils as they bulge- gasping once you clench.
You’re whining, “Fuck- fuck, don’t think m’making it out of this one- a-alive, ngh.”
“My wife, I’m not making it out alive.” He half-chuckles, the constant drilling pace of his hips leaving his own pelvis reddened. Stinging. You wonder if it almost hurts by now. “Can’t believe you’ve done this-” One of his hands holds your chin up, the other snakes down to squeeze your clit. Electric. “-can’t believe you.”
“Wh-what did I do- ngh.”
He doesn’t answer at first, first simply pryin’ your bloated pussylips to let out a stream of syrupy white cum. Glistening down his wrist and onto that golden wedding band on his ring finger, “You fucking broke the strongest, my wife—”
And he’s fucking you like it, too.
Just furious pump after pump that lets his red, wettened cockhead stick straight against your womb.
And you can be damn sure that he’s using his Six Eyes to let that lil’ divot bash into your g-spot, precisely. So hard that you start to feel him form a little bruise on that particular splotchy area, “And I-I won’t let you go until- ngh—” The hand on your chin unlatches and glides down to press against your tummy, on that lil’ bulge of cum that he was able to pound in just because he’s Gojo Satoru. Putting on the pressure until knotted white webs of his squelch out. “-until m’breaking you, too.”
He said it so lovingly. But he was fucking you so damn rudely, such unapologetic thwacks! of his heaving balls against the forefront of your cunt.
And just when you don’t think he could get any meaner, Gojo’s fizzing out his reverse cursed energy to get his oversensitive cock to grow slightly harder. Bigger. Thicker.
Squeezin’ out your walls from either side with his vein-covered shaft, he’s grinning at the way you’re twitching and helpless underneath him. Just babbling away, “I don’t think I’ll- last, fuck!” Sobs crawling out of your throat at the way his softened fingertips start buzzing on your clit.
And he huskily chuckles out like he already expected it, “Mhmmm, I know.”
“You- you know?”
“Yeah- fuck yeah, relax, sweetheart. Because we’re not stopping for a ngh- loooong time.” As if on cue, your toes are curling in pleasure. With the pupils of your eyes swirling comically at the way his jackhammering cadence accelerates.
And you swear - if you’d been aware enough to actually make note of it - Gojo was fucking counting down underneath his breath. A low, primal ‘three–’ his feet anchoring to bulge your cervix with his cockhead, ‘two’, with the sliding motions of his fingertips growing faster, ‘one’- just as you reach your high.
It shatters through your body in shockwaves, peak after peak of your high- and you’re so sensitive that the mere feeling makes you collapse onto the spit-drenched pillows below. “Fuck– c-cumming…”
Gojo’s following you- just melting into you while his scarlet tip pierces overtime. Dragging you out through your wave of euphoria, each strobing thrust leaves you seeing white. Your veins bubbling, perspiring where his smoking hot body was collapsed on top.
And Gojo was so focused on the process of elongating your orgasm, sinfully, that he doesn’t even realize when he is. Fuck, you don’t either.
Not until you realize that the bed was slightly hovering off of the ground, and so was most of the furniture in your room.
Not until you recognize the faint blue glow emanating against the headboard were flickers of lightning cascading down Gojo’s stinging skin.
Not until the skin of your shoulder gets drenched with a tiny splatter of something- and for a second, you think it might be saliva, just so pussydrunk on your cunt that he was drooling. And he was. But more than that, you’re peeking up to find that it was tears.
Gojo Satoru was overstimulated so far that he was crying the moment his long, cutely pink shaft was bursting out in miry wads of cum. So much of it sploshin’ out and sticking to every inch inside you, and his vein-covered shaft was constantly plunging each drop of it inside.
Fucking it straight inside you- “I didn’t even-” He’s gasping, finally realizing just as you do. And he can watch in real time as the plush sides of your walls squeeze him dry. “Didn’t even think to- fuck!”
The sheer volume makes you feel bloated, and it sprays out like a puddle underneath you. Which Gojo has the audacity to rover his powerful hand over and push each wad back in.
And as you whine sensitively, he simply shushes you, “What comes after infinity, my wife?” Breathless. Barely keeping himself together.
You’re blinking up in slight confusion, and it takes every muddled brain cell inside your lust-hazed mind to come up with an answer at this moment. “M-more infinity?”
“Exactly.”
You are definitely not making it out of this alive.
♡ sukuna finds his little nephews trying to look like him, with you responsible for it !
sukuna knows something is off the second he steps through the door. he shuts it behind him, keys jingling softly, eyes narrowing as he shrugs off his jacket.
“i’m home,” he calls out. “why’s it so—”
he stops.
there you are, frozen in the middle of the living room like you’ve been caught doing something you shouldn’t, and around you, yuji and choso are still busying themselves with their own markers.
both grinning, and all three of you covered in marker. black marker. lines streak across your arms and faces— a little messy, uneven, but unmistakably patterned after sukuna’s tattoos.
“…what,” he says, confused.
“look!” yuji beams, throwing his arms out. “we look like you, uncle kuna!”
choso nods proudly, pointing to his cheek where a slightly wobbly version of sukuna’s tattoos curve under his eye.
“yuji helped me do that one!”
sukuna steps forward, crouching down to take a closer look. one of the lines is way too thick, another smudged where choso clearly moved too soon.
“they’re cool, right?” yuji insists.
sukuna looks at you as you’re trying to surpress a smile, and that’s when his eyes narrow further.
“…and you let them do that?”
you hold your hands up immediately. “okay, listen—”
“not to mention,” he interrupts, gesturing at you. “you joined in.”
yuji puffs up. “but you also have them!”
“mine are permanent. and not done by someone who clearly can’t draw a straight line.”
you cross your arms. “they just wanted to be like you.”
sukuna clicks his tongue, looking away briefly before rolling his eyes. “…then why are you covered in them too?”
“it looked like fun..”
“bathroom,” he orders, jerking his head toward the hallway. “both of you. wash it off before it stains.”
“aww—” yuji starts.
“now.”
they scramble, but choso pauses on the way, looking back.
“can you draw them on us next time?”
sukuna gives him a look, and they disappear, whispering to each other like that answer isn’t final.
you’re about to go as well, but sukuna turns his attention back to you.
“you’re staying here,” he says, stepping closer, voice dropping. “tryna be like me, huh?”
“mh-hmm.”
“yeah?” he says, amused. “tryna turn them into mini-me’s?”
“they basically are,” you defend. “and they kept asking about your tattoos, and i just—”
“and you just thought, ‘why not let them draw all over themselves?’”
you shrug. “it made them happy.”
he stops right in front of you now.
“you’re lucky it washes off,” he mutters.
“…they adore you, y‘know.” your smile softens slightly. “and you’re not as upset as you pretend to be.”
he leans down just enough so his eyes lock with yours, something sharp but amused flickering underneath.
“…tch, now i’d love to know the real reason you’re covered in black marker as well,” he says.
“i just really like your tattoos..”
finally a smirk tugs at his lips, his hand rises to cup your cheek, thumb tracing over the black pattern and smudging it slightly in the process.
“i do like these on you,” he murmurs. “careful. i might return the favor.”
your eyebrow lifts. “oh?”
his gaze drops briefly, to your arms, then back to your face.
“wouldn’t be hard,” he adds. “it’s what i do for a living, after all.”
you laugh under your breath. “are you offering to tattoo on me?”
a smirk tugs at his mouth as his gaze drops, flicking from your shoulders to your chest and back up.
“what about the tattoos beneath?” he asks quietly. “wanna replicate those, too? how about i—”
from the bathroom, yuji’s voice rings out. “it’s not coming off fast enough—”
sukuna straightens instantly, irritation snapping back into place.
“scrub harder!” he barks.
then, quieter, to you—
“…we’ll finish this conversation later.”
you can only imagine what that means.
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