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broke baby daddy!toji who always shows up at your door at 2 a.m. smelling like cheap whiskey and cigarette smoke, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, asking if he can crash on your couch “just for tonight” even though he said the same thing last week.
broke baby daddy!toji who forgets megumi’s birthday half the time and shows up three days late with a half-melted ice cream cake and a cheap toy from the dollar store, then acts like he’s the world’s best dad when the kid lights up anyway.
broke baby daddy!toji who spends his last $40 on scratch-off tickets and lottery tickets instead of buying groceries, then shows up at your place hungry and expects you to feed him while complaining that “the system is rigged.”
broke baby daddy!toji who fucks you like he’s trying to forget how broke he is—pinning you down on your cheap mattress, thick cock stretching you open while he growls “this pussy’s the only good thing i got left” and pumps you full until it’s leaking down your thighs.
broke baby daddy!toji who calls you “mama” in that low, gravelly voice when he’s balls-deep inside you, one scarred hand pressing on your lower belly like he’s imagining knocking you up again even though you both know he can barely afford the kid he already has.
broke baby daddy!toji who disappears for weeks on “jobs” and comes back with bruised knuckles and blood on his shirt, then expects you to patch him up and let him fuck the stress out of you on the living room floor while megumi is asleep in the next room.
broke baby daddy!toji who’s lowkey a shitty father—forgets to pick megumi up from daycare, shows up late to parent-teacher conferences smelling like booze, and once told the kid “life’s a scam, kid, don’t get your hopes up” when megumi asked why they couldn’t afford the cool sneakers all the other boys had.
broke baby daddy!toji who gets jealous as fuck when he sees you talking to guys with stable jobs and nice cars, then drags you into the bathroom later and fucks you hard against the sink while muttering “you don’t need some suit-wearing asshole. you got me. i may be broke but this dick still makes you scream.”
broke baby daddy!toji who secretly loves when you take care of him—when you bring him food after a long job or let him crash on your couch—but shows his gratitude by eating you out for hours on the kitchen counter until you’re shaking and crying his name, cum dripping down his chin.
broke baby daddy!toji who calls you when he’s drunk or high and gets all emotional, slurring “miss you and the brat… don’t know why you still put up with my broke ass,” then shows up an hour later and fucks you slow and deep on the couch while whispering half-assed apologies against your skin.
broke baby daddy!toji who’s terrible with money but weirdly good at fixing things around your apartment—leaky faucets, broken locks, the shitty heater that always dies in winter—because at least he can still feel useful in some way.
broke baby daddy!toji who, on the rare nights he actually has a little cash, spends it all on takeout and cheap beer for the three of you, then falls asleep on your couch with megumi curled up on his chest, looking almost peaceful for once.
broke baby daddy!toji who still calls you “his girl” even though you’re not together anymore, and fucks you like he’s trying to remind you why you let him knock you up in the first place.
broke baby daddy!toji who knows he’s a shitty father and a shitty partner, but keeps coming back anyway because you and megumi are the only two things in his life that feel like home.
❤︎ first time doing headcanons! and no—rich baby daddy!toji doesn’t exist.
“oh my god— let me get through the fucking door first.”
“oh, so-you-hate-me-and-you-want-me-to-die,” you silence denki, and his spew of stupidity with a single hand that cups his face and squishes his cheeks together.
he can be cute when he’s being a whiny bitch. the scrunch on his face turns into a pout, so you lay a teeny tiny peck on his lips before pushing him backwards so you can come through the doorway.
he had bitched and moaned all morning, it’s his one day off in the last, like, month, and you’re “leaving me already.”
oh, boo-hoo.
you knew he was gonna try and pull some sneaky shit, some stupid shit, so you took your sweet time coming home from work.
but your boy was antsy.
practically itching himself like an addict, rocking himself back and forth, all fucking day, waiting for you to get home.
you take a peak into the kitchen, at least he cleaned, no dishes in the sink, floor mopped, some leftovers on the stove for you, what a cutie.
but you don’t even get that far.
you don't even get to eat.
why should you, you didn’t let him eat this morning.
arguably, it's his fault for not waking up early enough to treat you before you left. you’re not the late type. well you can be, but you like sleeping so much your morning routine has been carefully crafted so that you have the bare minimum amount of time needed to get ready when you get up. and if he thought his little, annoying, blonde ass self, was going to disrupt that, he should think again.
so you left him like that, hard, pouting, itchy for five more minutes of your touch.
tough, fucking, luck.
you can’t indulge him, you give him an inch and he’ll take a fucking mile. you let him have one ‘last little smooch before you leave’ and then your panties are off before you even realise.
he’s always been like that. the worst combination of greed, always greedy, always hungry, and being so, what’s the word…charming, that he’s able to talk you into whatever he wants 99% of the time.
so you put your foot down, for once, and he’s so used to being spoiled.
annoying brat.
blowing up your phone the whole day, he missed you, missed you so bad he just had to send you twenty different pictures of his leaky dick.
flushed, pink, angry at you for leaving it in this state, and he always says his hands aren’t as nice, not as soft, they don’t know him as well as yours do.
“missed you so fucking much,” he murmurs into your ear, hands skirting round to feel up your chest. you’re still in your work clothes, sweaty from the day and from the journey home.
missed you? you can tell.
his hard, aching, cock slots itself into the crease of your ass, as he rocks back and forth, so fucking greedy. you haven’t even taken your shoes off yet, you’re still holding your bag, he can’t be serious.
you spin round and grab his face, again, and sneer, “i saw you this morning, stop fucking around.”
but that doesn’t do much to deter him, it makes it worse if anything. eyes misting over at the tone of your voice, the bite, the exasperation, and the way your soft fingers grip him, with force, with control.
he’s so fucking hard.
and you, his poor, exhausted, darling. so angry. so fed up.
he knows how to make you feel better.
lays you out flat on the couch, peppers your skin with apologies, with thanks. thanks for letting him touch you, thanks for being his, thanks for how, fucking, good you smell.
he inhales at the junction of your neck when he kisses you there, he thinks you can’t tell. the scent of your skin, the honeyed warmth of whatever body lotion you use, the traces of perfume, and of you.
you, you, you.
your sweat, your skin, it’s some crazy pheromone bullshit the way it makes his cock ache. god, he wants to smell you everywhere, wants to taste you everywhere, wants to lap up every inch of your skin, of your flesh, wants to lick it all up and drown in it.
pulling down your bottoms with haste, denki's fingers slide the fabric all the way down so it pools at your ankles, and stuffs his face into your panty-clad crotch so he can take a deep inhale.
fuuuuck.
shit, shit, he couldn’t put it into words, the way your scent makes his brain melt, slip out of his ears, flooding his senses with you and only you. he’s exactly where he wants to be, with you resting on your elbows and glaring down at him like he’s some sort of nuisance, like a pest, he has to restrain himself from making a mess all over the couch, again. instead focusing on making a mess out of you.
he mouths at your clothed pussy, slobbering all over the fabric, teasing your clit with his tongue, the dulled pressure making your toes curl as your legs come to wrap around his shoulders, and one hand fists his hair to push him deeper, closer.
you tsk at him like he’s a misbehaving dog, “if you’re gonna do it,” another shove of his head, “do it properly.”
you think he’s nodding, or maybe that just the movement of his tongue, lapping at the fabric, soaking your slit so your pussy clings to it, like he’s trying his best to suck out your juices from the damp cotton.
“nasty bastard,” the words are harsh, but the tone is breathless, a soft sigh, as you card your fingers through his soft blonde locks, twisting the hair around the digits, nails scratching at his scalp, “can’t even lemme have dinner first, huh?” punctuated by a yank of his head so he can face you.
his dazed amber eyes meet yours as he giggles, “m’sorry babe, m’gonna make it up to you, yeah?" as he kisses the crease of your thighs, over the fabric, below the fabric, "y’gonna let me? lemme make you feel good,” he murmurs into the soft creamy flesh of your inner thighs, leaving bruises in his wake.
“c’monnn,” he’s so hot when he’s trying to convince you to let him give you pleasure, “c’mon mama, it’ll be so good,” he kisses at your stomach, staring up at you, fake innocent puppy dog eyes that make you pulse, “just lemme have this first, then i’ll fix you a plate.”
“ain’t shit sweet but the pussy he eating,”
hanta s. ↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺
it’s been a long day.
same routine, same business as usual but, for some reason, it hits him so much harder today.
he feels it every time he moves. in his shoulders first, that dull pull from overusing his tape all day, elbows stiff from swinging between buildings for hours straight, thighs sore from landing wrong one too many times. there’s a nasty knot in his lower back that’s been there since some concrete support beam nearly pancaked him during a rescue op last winter, and he's been skipping his physio.
that’s the feeling. the deep, marrow-level ache that settles into your bones after years of throwing your body around a city that never fucking sleeps.
his day started before sunrise, and he had to creep out of bed at four am. because his agency got called in for traffic management after some villain tore through the motorway barriers during a police chase. then paperwork, then patrol, then a proper emergency downtown.
he had to keep his head on straight for that, collapsed scaffolding, trapped civilians, tape anchored around snapped steel beams while emergency crews yelled directions over each other.
but now he's done, now he can rest for the day, now he can go home and have a sweet treat.
your thighs bracketing his head, his mouth moves like he’s starving. he’s been thinking about this all day. about you. about your juicy pussy. he tallied every hour at work, counted down every single minute until he could come home and eat.
“fuuuck, lemme get in there.”
he’s worked all day for this, tirelessly, dutifully, protecting the city, protecting civilians, and this is his reward. this is what he deserves.
“don’t even think about it sweetheart,” when you flinch, when you try to squirm out of his grip, how could you even think about leaving, not when needs you this badly. and god does he need you. needs your sloppy cunt all over his face. needs to rub his nose against your throbbing clit, needs you dripping down his chin, he wants to drown in it.
hanta’s on his knees.
as soon as he walked through the door he collapsed here, face first into your sweet pussy. mouth salivating, his body rutting against the bottom of the couch, he really has been thinking about this all day, about the meaty flesh of your thighs wrapping around his head and suffocating him. and now that he’s here, finally, it feels like he’s in a dream.
a dazed, drunken state, his shaggy black hair shaking with every movement of his mouth, of his tongue bullying its way in between your puffy pussy lips. and then his lips latch onto your clit, one harsh suck, and you’re spilling more and more of your delicious pussy juice into his greedy mouth.
it’s so fucking sweet, his fingers bruise the side of your thighs, he can barely hear you, hear how you whimper, hear how you moan for him, with how your thighs are acting as earmuffs. it’s a shame really, and he considers, briefly, on changing positions, just so he can hear the way your voice cracks when you call out his name. but he prefers this. prefers how easy it is to drink up each wave of cream that gushes out of you. and he likes how he can feel your legs shake like this, how you foot kicks at his back on a particularly malicious flick of his tongue. he likes how you anchor yourself onto him, how much you need him, how you've been craving this, the feeling of his mouth slurping up every last drop, just as much as he has.
if he passed out, right here, like this, and you got up, or moved, he would gain conscious back just to tell you to leave him there. he wants you to keep him here always, he's nothing but an instrument for your pleasure, he's nothing except what you need, a mouth, a tongue, some fingers. the desire to make you feel good is all consuming.
and he's so messy with it, so hungry and loud, god it's embarrassing, the wet smacks of his lips echoing throughout the room and intermingling with the shattered moans he’s pulling out of you. when you grip his hair, like a handle for a rollercoaster ride you can't stop, when you pull on it, he let's out a deep appreciating rumble that vibrates its way up your spine. his nose bumping against your clit, soaking his face in your essence, your scent infiltrating his brainwaves, making him stutter in his movements, making him drool.
the scratch of the stubble scattered across the surface of his chin rubs your pussy raw in the most delicious way. sends tingles all the way down to your toes, which in turn causes you to dig your heels into hanta’s sturdy back, which causes the cycle to repeat itself.
you could stay here forever, both of you blissed out after a long day. your back pressed into the couch by the firmness of his grip, the guardian of your pleasure, his big palms allow you to crumble into him and, well,
incredible things are currently happening on the internet where people are shipping andrew’s spidey with a male mj played by michael b. jordan and i need more people to get into this ship NOW both because it’s delicious and because i now have so many fic ideas for them swirling in my brain
cw: explicit PORN content, cheating, cunnilingus, fellatio, religious themes, dark themes, kidnapping, dub-con, fingering, various forms of sexual penetration, degradation, slight bondage
. ━━━━━ ᗰᗩᗪE ✦ ᖇEᘔITIO ━━━━━
SHERIFF!SATORU GOJO
𐔌 01 𐦯 bent over the sheriff's desk
𐔌 02 𐦯 only thing keeping him sane
𐔌 03𐦯 rubbing between your thighs
𐔌 04 𐦯 Gojo and the criminal he's been chasing
𐔌 05 𐦯 Sheriff and the little intern newspaper girl
𐔌 06 𐦯 Somehow, whenever your asshole husband is out for work. He also returns home to see the town sheriff just leaving.
PASTOR!SUGURU GETO
heavy!religious themes. proceed at your own risk
𐔌 01 𐦯 Pastor’s wife
𐔌 05 𐦯 Teaching you to worship his god-given cock
𐔌 02 𐦯 You try to please him too but he just wants you to lie back
𐔌 04 𐦯 Getting you to confessing how wet you were during the sermon.
𐔌 03 𐦯 Pastor. geto says that this was the only way to rid you of your sinful toughts.
𐔌 06 𐦯 How he punishes the slut in his bed, so needy to touch herself without his permission
RANCHER!KENTO NANAMI
𐔌 01 𐦯 His fingers
𐔌 02 𐦯 Nanami’s grip
𐔌 03 𐦯 After finding his girl at the salon
𐔌 04 𐦯 Easing you through your first time
𐔌 05 𐦯 A peak through your bedroom window
𐔌 06 𐦯 A hardworker and his needy wife that waits for him patiently at night.
𐔌 07 𐦯 Your hardworking husband after a long day of hustle and bustle to make ends meet.
BOUNTY HUNTER!TOJI FUSHIGURO
𐔌 01 𐦯 Weakest pull out game
𐔌 02 𐦯 Save a horse and ride a cowboy
𐔌 03 𐦯 He'll change he swears, but for now, let him enjoy this
𐔌 04 𐦯 Toji and the bartender right after she gets off her shift.
𐔌 05 𐦯 When toji heard you were getting engaged...to a ranch boy. He was pissed.
“Married? To him?"
"must’ve lost ya goddamn mind.”
𐔌 06 𐦯 The law and toji don’t mix very well. Not enough to be outlawed but definitely enough to not be anywhere near the sheriff's niece. Much less her bed.
“Your uncle’s gonna hang me if he catches me here, darlin’,”
“Much less seein' my fingers in your wet pussy.”
𐔌 07 𐦯 How a simple talk to get Toji to pay some child support always ends up
“Yeah… that’s right. You’re not gonna come lookin’ for me anywhere after this, huh?”
“Shit… I… might’ve busted in you again. Damn it… you kept rollin’ on me, ain’t my fault.”
OUTLAWED!RYOMEN SUKUNA
it is sukuna, proceed at your own risk
𐔌 01 𐦯 Breaking and entering
𐔌 01 𐦯 Using your mouth for his pleasure
𐔌 01 𐦯 He wasn't too happy to hear about your engagement
𐔌 01 𐦯 How he deals with that bar girl that snitched him out
𐔌 01 𐦯 The shady man you met at the saloon will forever be your best fuck
𐔌 01 𐦯 Sukuna was pissed to see you in the salon, asking around for him like you don't already know how dangerous that is
𐔌 01 𐦯 Everytime you think they got him, think hes finally behind those bars thats you were finally free, your ex comes into your bedroom that same night talkin' about some 'makin' sure you behave'
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toji rarely, if ever, lets you know when he's coming over.
the sound of him scaling your fire escape is just about all the warning you get most nights. it always starts the same, heavy boots rattling the fragile metal ladder leading to your bedroom window, then a brief rap against the glass if he's feeling courteous.
he looks beyond beat tonight. roughed up around every edge, blood crusting at his temple and the slightest hint of a bruise blooming under his eye socket..but the way he's looking at you right now tells you that he couldn't have stayed away tonight if he tried.
you don't know why you let him in most nights. why you lift the glass that separates the two of you and usher him in like the rational part of your brain isn't screaming at you to send him back to hq where he's clearly needed. but something about letting the city's biggest hero have his way with you in between patrol calls feeds something almost carnal in the deepest pit of your psyche.
"miss me?" he drawls, head cocked to the side while you squirm in anticipation at the seat of your bed. toji lets his gaze rake up and down your pajama clad body before finally stepping forward, taking your outstretched hand in his to press a soft kiss to your sweet palm.
"you're bleeding." you hiss, rolling your eyes at the shrug he gives you despite your concern.
you could send him back. you absolutely should send him back to work instead of entertaining his advances, and yet, the way he's looking at you right now has every nerve ending below your belt firing to life.
you did miss him. craved him more than anything, and the worst part just might be that he already knows. you let him rake his hands down your sides, shivering at the feeling of his cold leather gloves through your thin top as you pull him onto the bed with you.
--
“you’re a fucking liability, y’know that?” toji grunts, rutting into you with your legs carelessly gathered over one of his shoulders. one wide palm rubs wantonly against the underside of your thighs while the other squeezes the meat of your hips, using the grip as leverage to pull you down onto his dick.
“should be at work right now, not here.” you can tell he doesn’t really mean it, there’s not an ounce of regret in his words. in fact, his
“you’re the one--that--“ you words escape you the moment he speeds it up, pistoning his cock between your legs like he’s trying to distract you.
“hm?” he teases, hips rolling back and forth with skilled precision. “speak up, i taught you better than that.”
“you chose to come over.” you huff shakily. you watch the scar on his lip twist up in satisfaction, almost like he’s a little proud of you for sticking up to his teasing. something thick and saccharine bubbles slowly in your chest at the way he looks at you.
toji leans forward until your knees are pressed up against your chest, bending you to his whim like a doll. you feel the surface of his chest plate rut a little closer against the back of your thighs with every thrust.
you feel so filthy like this, stripped bare while he’s fully clothed save for the part of his suit he rucked down to free his cock. toji always fucked fast. quick and easy with just enough skin on display to drive you insane.
“what would you have done if i didn’t stopped by tonight, huh?” he huffs fondly. you shake your head in embarrassment, moans stifled behind the back of your hand.
he shifts his hips down as if to prove a point, dragging his cock right against your sweet spot with a drawn out groan. your breath hitches, fizzling out of your lungs in shaky, punched out moans. his gloved thumb snakes between your legs to rub idly at your clit.
“probably wouldn’t have cum this hard, yeah?” he reasons, looking you directly in the eyes as he says it. “wouldn’t have soaked the bed like this without me here.” he tuts, running two of his gloved fingers up the seam of your soaked heat.
he brings both digits up to his mouth and sucks them clean of your essence, maintaining a heavy pace with his thrusts. you grumble his name through a string of shaky breaths, missing the stimulation of his fingers.
“here. c'mon.” he commands, seemingly taking pity on your as he brings the bottom of his glove up to your lips. you bite down on the loose edge of the fabric almost on queue, and toji slips his hand out of the glove, stuffing the leather between your lips with his thumb and a sleazy grin.
you can taste the salt of his skin like this with the leather bunched up against your tongue, effectively muffling the fucked out groans that spill from your lips.
“there we go.” he mumbles darkly. “just needed something in that mouth, huh?”
you nod pitifully, fingers fisting in the sheets like it'll stop every nerve in your body from reaching that inevitable blaze the two of you are barreling towards. his thrusts are growing sloppier with every passing second, breaths staggering in his throat.
you stifle a whine as soon as his hum--bare this time-- comes down between your legs to rub at your clit again.
toji's messy with it, thumbing the little bud back and forth using your own slick. you whine something unintelligible over the gag in your mouth, and that earns you the filthiest grin you've ever seen him muster.
he presses his thumb down a little firmer, eyes fixated on the way your brows knit together as you're thrown over the edge.
"yeah, I know, me too baby." he grunts, letting you ride out the crest of your orgasm before pulling out of your fluttering pussy and finishing. on your stomach with a string of heavy expletives.
you feel every aftershock rattle through your bones, thighs clenching as the leather between your teeth is eased from between your lips.
you float in and out of the clouds for the next few moments while the world shifts back to normal. toji's tucked himself back into suit is standing patiently at the head of your bed once you gather your bearings, rubbing his thumb against the apple of your cheek with a fond look in his eyes.
"what?" you mumble. your voice comes out strained and gravelly. you accept the towel he hands you with a quirked brow.
"nothing." he chuckles. he lets you lean into his touch, fingers extending to cup the full weight of your cheek in his palm. "you look pretty."
"oh, I bet." you huff, feeling too sticky to even think about what you might look like right now. you do your best to wipe his spend off your skin, already craving a hot shower.
"no, you do. i mean it." toji tells you softly, sounding so different from the cocky sleazebag you'd been fucking only ten minutes prior.
you nod, praying can't feel the way your face heats under his touch. he nods toward your door before leaning down to press a kiss to your hairline, silently thanking you for putting up with him.
"go shower, you're soaked in me." he grumbles, rolling his neck with a sigh before stepping toward your open window.
"go do your job for once and maybe I will." you jest, catching the wink he shoots your way before disappearing down the fire escape.
♡ ₊˚‧ 𝓥.𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔. fucks you over a skyscraper railing
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“you like it when I fuck you like this? yeah you do.”
the cold air whipped in your face. staggered your heart and stabbed the cold reality of the hundred-feet-drop awaiting you if he so much as deemed it.
you're bent over a railing. the cold iron biting into your suit and shivering your nerves. your head swelling with the sea of city lights taunting you from below and the pleasure that dizzied you from behind.
the last thing you expected during your nightly patrol was to be wrenched over the railing of a skyscraper and fucked full of your arch nemesis' cock.
gojo satoru sure did have his ways of keeping you on your toes. both on the battlefield and in the bedroom.
your head swam with heat. thighs pressed tight together as one arm squeezed around your waist while the other hooked around your neck. trapping you from falling to your doom with his strong bicep alone. his mean thrusts and merciless balls smacking wet and wicked against your ass certainly didn't care that you might topple over.
"s-sat— fuck, toru—"
you whined into the wind. pushing your thighs back and meshing into his pelvis as his thrusts angled. smearing into a gooey spot within you that rolled your eyes back and surged more slick all over your thighs.
his grin pressed into the back of your head. arms flexing around your smaller body as his hips rammed! forward. rattling the railing and shoving your heart into your throat.
"toru!" you cried. terror and pleasure churning into one as your eyes squeezed shut. as your heels lifted off of the ground and your cunt clenched up around one of his throbbing, thick, underside veins.
a deep hiss cut your ear. his cock stuffed you to the brim and fucked you shallow. nasty humps on your cervix that spluttered your cries into whined moans.
“fuck— pussy feels so fuckin' good when she's scared.”
another sharp smack struck your ass. rippling it together with the sheer pounding of his thrusts. shaking the railing and your soul as he dragged you to a terrifying high.
“crying and whining but you're gonna cum for me again, huh?" satoru jostled his bicep. forcing your back into a filthy arch so that your plush squished back onto his hips and your face pressed closer to his feral grin.
“gonna cum again, sweetheart? really? while I'm— fuck. while I'm fucking you over a railing? while you're about to fall?”
“toru pl— please!”
your nails bit into his forearm. jaw slack as tears blurred your vision and the ocean of city lights. pleasure hazing your mind into a mess of nothing more than the filthy, blissful feeling of his cock pummelling your poor pussy through the hole he ripped into your suit. staining your thighs in stickiness and battering bruises into your ass.
his ragged pants fanned your ear. teeth scraping on the helix as his arm around your waist clamped. fingers wormed between your thighs and worked on your throbbing clit. throwing your spine into an arch and kicking your feet completely off the ground.
so that all you could rely on was his grip and the dangerous trust in a villain to keep you from falling.
“do you trust me?” his voice pierced your ear.
you'd be a fool to trust him. he spilled your blood and scribbled the word love in its scarlet. obsessed over you and called it devotion.
the wet, lewd clamours of your pussy thickened into the night. heavy, sharp and striking as your eyes looped back and your jaw fell slack. heat surging in your tummy and clawing at your racing heart.
“satoru! sat— please, please I'm—”
“I asked. do you—” his snarl tore into the air. cock slammed forward. ground hot and heavy on that spot that sent you squealing.
“— trust me?“
with your head spinning, fear twisting and pleasure building in an overwhelming fire— how could you deny him?
even as the railing creaked. even as the street seemed to zero in.
“I trust. . . I trust you! I—” you whimpered, eyes squeezing and tears falling as the railing screeched.
as it tipped.
“I-I trust you— I trust you satoru! toru please!”
“that's my girl.”
a breathless, crazed laugh wretched from his chest as his arms yanked you back. stumbled you into him. his arms. until his back hit a concrete wall and the railing shrieked as it struck over. dangling.
a reminder of your doom stained in the steel.
satoru's hips were still pounding. surging up against your ass in reckless abandon as he squeezed his bicep tight on your throat.
“that's my girl— that's my fucking girl. c'mon, cum for me. cum on this cock like it's yours.”
“t-toru! toru, satorruuu.”
dizziness spun your vision. terror and pleasure merging into one, burning blur as your spine arched and your thighs tensed. your orgasm barrelled into you the same way you both would have barrelled through the air and into the sidewalk.
brutal. blistering. until you were gasping for the sweetness of air and suffocating on the bitterness of his cock.
satoru humped on your ass a few more times. once. twice. until he smacked forward in a filthy grind and spilled heat into your quivering cunt. thick ropes that brimmed you nice and full until it squeezed out of your puffy slit and splattered your thighs.
the cold of the night and altitude had nothing on the haze of heat that seared through the both of you.
your body slumped back on him. suit torn and thighs shaking as he cradled your head on his arm. swooped down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your cheek.
“fuck,” he groaned, deep and wrecked as he rolled his hips up a few more times for good measure. stuffing his cum deeper into your spasming cervix.
you felt his grin. sharp and dangerous. like a knife on your cheekbone.
“can't believe you just let me do that.”
he spanked! your clit. chuckled as you helplessly squirmed and croaked. a pitiful little whimper.
“my slutty lil' hero, huh?” he hummed. pressing a kiss to your ear as two, cruel fingers played with your clit. reminding you that you were trapped with this psychopath you called a villain.
and the worst part was? you weren't sure if you hated it at all.
Cw: deepthroating, riding, oral! fem receiving, wax play, toe sucking, mention of blood, choking, praise, mentions of y/n, spitting, hair pulling
I wrote this purely for fun and because I'm horny as fck, hope you enjoy! (Words: 2.9k)
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The water cascades down your back as you lather your body with soap. It's been an incredibly stressful week; assignments upon assignments from your college professors, and all you desperately want to do is relax and have a full body reset.
Which is why you chose to have an everything shower this afternoon. Your body swaying to the sounds of your RnB Playlist blasting from your phone. Most students are probably out on this Friday afternoon, going to bars and party's, drinking themselves away, but this is how you prefer to unwind.
As you squeeze your dove Shea butter body wash onto your towel, and scrub at your brown legs, humming to your tunes, you feel more at peace than ever before. The hot water burns just right across your skin, melting away all your stress and anxiety that's been bottled up all week.
“Wip, bought it. Crib, got it. Job, on it. Did I ever-” starts playing from your phone and you immediately know the song, Playing Games by Summer Walker. You start belting out the lyrics like you personally wrote them yourself, until you hear a familiar pattern of knocks on your door.
“This nigga can't be serious…” You said, sucking your teeth. Of course Jabber's coming over now, after blowing you off to hang out with his friends tonight. “Maybe if I ignore it, he'll get the damn hint-”
“Mama c'mon, I know you're in there, I hear your lil playlist” You hear Jabber's faint voice through the door, immediately rolling your eyes.
“So much for relaxing,” You sighed. You stepped out of the shower, grabbed your white towel and tied it around your body, making your way to your very impatient boyfriend, his pattern of knocks turning into bangs on your front door.
You swing the door open, visibly annoyed. Your arms rest crossed around your chest while you tap your foot, looking at your boyfriend’s stupid smirk plastered across his face.
He was wearing purple and black Jordan's (that you bought him) ripped jeans, a purple tank top with jersey numbers printed on the front, and a backwards black cap.
You notice the cap has your name stitched in with your favorite color, and your traitorous heart swells just a little.
“There she is. Was thinkin I'd need to break this door down.” He said, smiling at you, he has his hands behind his back, leaning forward to reach you at eye level. “And why you walking round in this towel?”
“I was in the middle of a shower before someone rudely interrupted me! Why you even here?! Don't you got a game to attend?” You said, anger clearly laced in your voice. You reach to close the door but Jabber places his foot between it.
“Woah, baby wait- I didn't end up going. I wanted to see you.”
“Like hell you wanted to see me! You canceled-”
“So I could surprise you with these.” He said, finally showing what was behind his back; a bouquet of your favorite flowers surrounded by your fave chocolates. You've been reposting flowers on your account for weeks hoping he'd see it.
You're immediately taken aback. "How'd you know I-”
“You're not exactly subtle, baby. Every two scrolls I see your reposts.” He said, handing you the flowers.
You stare at the flowers and then him, and slowly a smile creeps its way onto your face. You grab the flowers while rolling your eyes, “You piss me the fuck off”
“Yeah yeah I love you too mama” Your boyfriend said, grabbing you by the waist and kissing your forehead. “Damn, you smell so good, what scent is that?” He pulls you into a hug.
“Three actually; Shea butter, cocoa butter and vanilla, but I still need to use lotion. It's my last step.” You mumbled against his chest, enjoying his arms wrapped around you. One of your arms is outstretched so as to not crush the flowers.
“Fuck..let me do it. I love running my hands over your body.” Jabber insisted, his hands already grabbing at your ass through the towel.
A soft gasp escapes you. No matter how much you try to stay mad at this man, he always burrows his way back into your heart. You pull away from the hug, and get on your tiptoes to peck a kiss to his lips. “Fine, you're lucky you're cute.”
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Fifteen minutes later after you've fully completed your shower, Jabber is waiting outside the bathroom door. His shirt and jeans are long gone.
You barely even get a word out before he throws you over his shoulder, carrying you over to the bed.
“I can walk yknow.” You blurted out, resulting in a slap on your ass. A whimper escapes your mouth and you hear your boyfriend giggling to himself.
Before you even reach the room, the smell of your vanilla candle catches your nose. More specifically special candles that can also be used as lotion when the wax melts.
You bought them months ago. Thinking it would be fun to use on your boyfriend one day, but it seems Jabber got to them first.
He walks into your bedroom and places you down and your jaw drops.
Not only are your candles lit, but a heart made of rose petals lays on your bed too, and you see some of the chocolates and your lotion on your nightstand. You feel your boyfriend’s arms wrapped around you from behind, placing a kiss to your cheek. “You like what you see, mama?”
You let your body answer for you, spinning around to pull him down for a kiss. He kicks your door closed, and starts pushing you onto the bed, crawling on top of you. The kiss was messy, desperate. Your tongues clash against each other while your hand digs into his hair, moans spilling from his lips. He pulls back, a smile on his face.
“I don't want you to think for even a second that I'd rather be out instead of here. I haven't seen you all week mama, I missed you so much..” His hands start traveling up your waist. His long locs act as a shield for the outside world, rendering you only able to look at him, and his big pink eyes burning into yours.
“I missed you too, Jay..I've wanted you all week, baby..” You whispered, rubbing your hands over his face.
You feel him reach over the nightstand to grab a scoop of lotion, and he starts massaging you with it.
A sigh escapes you as you melt into his touch, his hands going over every spot on your body.
“I know baby, fuck you smell amazing. Let me take care of you.” You feel his hands reach your inner thighs and you shut your eyes as a whimper leaves your mouth. His hands are so close to where you need them most, your wetness staining the bed already.
Suddenly, you feel something hot on your body and your eyes shoot open. You see Jabber pouring the wax from your candle onto your legs. A moan rips through you.
“Relax mama. It feels good doesn't it?” You feel him massage the area, placing kisses to your flesh.
“F-fuck baby- that feels so good, Jay-” you cried out. Jabber leaves bite marks in each of your thighs before raising your foot to his chest.
He pours more wax, watching it slide down your legs before placing your foot in his mouth, sucking and watching his spit cover your toes.
You chuckle a little, “I missed my toes in your mouth” You tease, pushing your foot deeper emitting a groan from your boyfriend.
“I missed feeling them there..and this pussy looks like it's crying for me..” He mumbled around your toes. He reaches his hand up to collect the spit from your foot, and starts rubbing circles onto your clit, sucking on your toes harder.
“Oh, daddy, please don't stop!” You cried out, your back already arching off the bed. Your boyfriend slips two fingers inside of you and moans spill from you.
“Good fucking girl..already so wet for me.” The sounds of your moans and wetness fill the room, your hand gripping onto his arm as you cry out his name.
“I'm wet for you baby..fuck, only you Jabber…” You mumbled.
“Yeah? What was that little attitude at the door then,mama?” He was taunting you, fingers picking up the pace as you choke on your moans. He placed your feet back on the bed, his mouth leaning over to spit on your pussy. He started curling his fingers upwards to hit that spot inside of you that has you quivering.
“I didn't mean it daddy- Jabber fuck! Please let me cum” You pleaded, that knot in your stomach tightening up.
Your pussy was clenching onto his fingers, signaling your impending orgasm.
“Uh-uh not yet.” Jabber said, swiftly pulling his fingers out, licking them clean while smirking.
A whine left your mouth. You were so sexually frustrated all week and he's just teasing you.
“You can beg prettier than that..” He teased, leaning over to drip the wax over your breasts.
The wax would feel burning hot right before it cooled on your skin, making your body shiver with need. You feel jabbers hands pinching at your nipples before he places one in his mouth.
“Daddyyyyy!!” You slurred out, hands reaching to grab his, but he shakes his head and pins them above the bed, making you squirm underneath him.
“Be my good girl and tell me what you want.” He said. All his movements stopped, looking you straight in your eyes. You stare back at him, a frown forming on your face with that defeated look.
“Please let me cum, Jay. I'm sorry I got mad earlier. I promise I won't do it again daddy..”
You look for any sign of understanding on his face. He shakes his head, rests the wax back on the nightstand and gets close to your ear.
Instantly, you feel two fingers plunged into your core, and kisses lathering your neck. His thumb burning circles into your clit.
“That's all I wanted to hear, baby..” He moaned, his tongue trailing up your neck.
“Jabberrrr!!! I'm so close..” Your body jerks forward, a loud cry falling from your lips. You dig your nails into his back, hearing a groan of approval from him.
“I know you are mama I can feel it..please cum for me, cum on my fingers” He whimpered. Your teeth lay home on the side of his neck as you feel the knot break, your walls clenching around him, squirting all over his hand and the bed, black dots flooding your vision.
You're panting, trying to come down from your high, when you feel kisses traveling down your body.
“That's a good little slut, make a fucking mess.” He cooed, leaning down to collect your juices on his tongue.
He licked all the way from your hole to your cunt, slurping you up. His lips sucked at your clit while his tongue was deep inside of you. His hands held on so tight to your thighs you were sure you'd get marks.
“You taste so sweet, baby. She missed me, uh? I can hear her begging for my dick..” He whispered into your pussy, blowing air at your clit, causing you to whimper.
“I want it baby..I want you dick so deep inside of me, fuck.” You grabbed his head and pushed him deeper inside of you. A soft groan vibrates off your boyfriend.
“Fuck my face babyyyy~” he whined, feeling you grind against his tongue. His hands leave your thighs to rest on your ass, pushing you even further against his mouth.
Your hands tangle in his long locs, pushing your hips upwards as sweet moans fill the room. You lean down to see his eyes focused on you and you feel him smile against you.
His fingers dig crescents into your ass so hard he starts to draw little droplets of blood. Your body jerks upwards at the sensation and your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head as you feel that all too familiar knot tighten again.
“I'm gonna cum in your mouth daddy…oh baby I'm gonna cum so hard-” You slurred, going in and out of consciousness as he didn't let up his grip on you. Your legs start to shake, and you wrap your thighs around his head tight.
“Already baby? Right on my tongue, mama?” He stuck his tongue out, drawing patterns all over your clit.
“Right there Jabber..Fuck! Right there daddyyyyy~” You feel your pussy clenching, releasing all over your boyfriend's tongue, cream covering the bottom half of his face.
“Cover me in you baby…thatsss it good girlll~” He groaned, licking his face clean. He sits up and looks at you, all breathless and tears forming at the corner of your eyes.
“You're so beautiful like this..” He praised, palming himself through his boxers.
“You look so handsome, baby” You whispered, leaning over on your knees to pull his boxers down.
His dick hits his stomach, veins throbbing and pre-cum already leaking down the shaft. Your hand wraps around him, pumping him slowly while your tongue rests on his tip.
“F-fuck y/n, your tongue feels so good-” Whimpers pour out of him as he places his hand behind your head, pushing you further down.
You moan around him, taking him deeper into your mouth. Your tongue runs lines on the underside of his dick, hearing his moans. You suck the tip around your lips, your hands picking up speed around him. You spit on his dick, using your saliva to lubricate him better, and nasty sounds start to fill the room.
“What the fuck baby- spitting on my dick like that? You miss him lil mama?” He groaned, keeping a firm grip on your head, his eyes glued to you.
“Missed him so much daddy..I missed this dick” You moaned, placing kisses on his tip as your hands worked him.
Your boyfriend let out a loud moan followed by soft whimpers. He yanks your head up, running his thumb over your spit covered lips.
“Get on top of me. Right now mama please-” He pleaded, lifting you on top of him.
You both moaned after feeling your slick pussy land on his dick. You start grinding your hips onto him, wrapping your hands around his throat to push him down into the bed.
You feel a laugh caught in his throat. “There's my girl take what's yours- fuck I need it inside mama..” His hands grip at your hips, lifting you to slide down on him.
“Easy mama, open up for me- you're so fucking tight baby” He slurred, pushing you down on him. You bite back your moans, mentally counting how deep he is inside of you.
“I really missed this pussy-” He said. Feeling the bottom of your thighs hit his stomach. You're full to the brim with him, finally stretched out the way you've been missing all week.
He leaned you down into a kiss, licking your bottom lip for entrance so he can suck on your tongue. A moan ripples though you as you start grinding your hips.
“F-Fuck!! Missed this wet ass shit so baddd~” He broke the kiss as his hands tightened on your hips, bouncing you on his dick with much force.
“Fuck Jabberrrr!!!” You scream out as your head throws back, looking at your boyfriend grinding his hips into you. You try to push at his stomach to regain control, but he pins your hands behind your back, still bouncing you with one hand.
“Don't run from this dick mama!! He shouted, feeling you clench around him “Take all of me-oh fuckkkk keep taking me baby, please-”
The bed starts to squeak as he bounces you. The headboard slamming against the wall each time he collided with your body. You always told him not to go as hard when he comes over to your place due to rowdy neighbors, but at this point, you don't care about them.
“Yes daddy- keep using meeee~ let me get that nut out for you Jayyyy~” You whined, feeling him drill in you so right, you had no choice but to submit.
Heavy smacks landed on your ass emitting cries of your boyfriend's name. He moaned hearing you, your sounds always bringing him close to coming.
“You sound so desperate baby…this your dick mama? Hm?”
“My dick baby, mhm, all mines..” You feel his hand let go of your wrist and you waste no time latching them onto his throat again, rolling your hips in that way you know drives him crazy. “And whose pussy is this daddy?” You taunted back, tightening your hands around him.
“Mines mama all fucking mines” He chocked out, his fingers digging into your ass. “Fuckkk y/n I'm gonna nut-”
“In me babyyyy fuckkk~” You start rolling your hips faster. Feeling his tip hitting your cervix, you immediately spray all over his dick, his hips not letting up.
You feel your boyfriend’s dick throbbing inside of you, cries of your name leaving him as he reaches his climax.
“I'm coming mama- I'm gonna nut so deeeeeep y/nnn~” You feel him push you deep on him and a huge cry bursts through you. A guttural moan leaves his lips as he fills you full of him. So full it starts leaking out from you and onto the bed.
“I missed you so fucking badly, y/n” Jabber said, looking up at your face. A smile appears on your face, still panting after your orgasm.
“I missed you more sweetie”
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GAHHHH MY FIRST TIME WRITING SOMETHING LIKE THIS!!! Jabbers really REALLY got me in the trenches omg I need that man! Comments and criticism are greatly appreciated !!
synopsis: it's a deal. free weed for what? and at what cost?
pairing(s): plug frat!choso x fem!reader
c.w. & w.c. 2k :: weed? :: oral (m receiving) :: slobbing the knob for drugs :: reader and choso have feeling but they're dumb lwk :: uhm, yeah. :: smut with little to no plot.
you were one of the lucky ones. probably the only one, actually.
not that you were complaining.
free weed in exchange for a favor? what more could you ask for, really.
it was a good deal. outside of your heart breaking each time you walk away.
the snow crunched under your boots as you walked up to the door of the phi sigma chi house. your skin was filled with goosebumps from the bite in the air, puffs of white slipping from between your lips into the chilled night.
your closed fist raps against the large wooden door -knock, knock. knock- you're not waiting long, hands slipping back into the pockets of your coat before the door opens and gojo's tall frame is filling the doorway.
he already knows why you're here. he's the president of the frat; he knows 97% of everything that goes on in the house, even when he isn't here.
a sly smile slides onto his face before he's stepping out of the way to let you in. "he's in the basement tonight."
"thanks." you slip into the house, the warmth of the heater swallowing the cold clinging to your skin and fading the rosiness from your cheeks.
you quickly make your way to the basement door, slowly opening it to avoid the obnoxious squeak it makes and ignoring gojo's whispered-shout of "tell him to give us some free weed -this isn't fair!"
you make your way down the stairs, avoiding the 4th step from the bottom. it's wobbly, practically begging someone to smack their face onto the concrete floor waiting just steps below.
and there he is. sitting in his rolling chair, back hunched over the desk that's littered with crumbs of green and already measuring out your goods.
you clear your throat softly before walking over, stopping a few feet away. "hey chocho"
it's the nickname you gave him the first time you met him. he never did bother correcting you and you were always able to catch a cherry stain falling onto his cheeks whenever he heard it slip from you.
he doesn't look up right away, still measuring out the goods on his little scale but you catch his quiet murmur as he concentrates on the little numbers displaying. "you're late."
"it's cold out and snowing" you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes, as if he had anything better to do. "i can't risk messing up my pretty face."
there's a moment of comfortable silence before he's snapping open the ziploc bag and dumping his measurements in.
he turns to you, those doe brown eyes meeting yours. "blue dream." arms stretching out to pass you the bag. "for my dream girl."
your heart seizes in your chest for a beat. you catch yourself fidgeting with your fingertips in your pockets. you two are just friends.
but do "just friends" do what this deal was?
you ignore his comment, looking anywhere but him. "normal payment?"
you'd be lying to yourself if you said your heart didn't pick up speed when you were around him or how you'd snap your attention to whoever said his name around you.
"yeah. yeah, normal" choso murmurs, eyes averting from you and standing to unbuckle his belt. "is that still what you want to do?"
a heat pools in your belly at the sight- at the slow drag of leather through each belt loop, the glimpses of skin you're catching. but it's his question, filled with genuine care that does the real damage. the softness of his voice, the light wave of insecurity that you caught causes your chest to tighten.
you shrug off your coat and let it drop to the floor without a second thought. you can't afford to linger tonight- not if you want to keep what's left of your sanity.
"yeah. always, chocho" your voice comes out as whisper as you walk over to be closer to him.
you step closer until the heat of his body bleeds into yours. the basement air feels thicker now, heavy with the sweet and sharp scent of blue dream still clinging to his fingers and the faint musk of arousal already leaking from him. his thighs part, just enough to make room, an invitation he doesn’t voice.
your hands find the waistband of his jeans first. you don’t rush the zipper. instead you trace the metal teeth with one fingertip -up, then down- feeling the way his abs flutter under the thin cotton of his hoodie.
choso’s breath hitches, barely audible, but you hear it. You always hear the little sounds he tries to swallow.
“baby. . .” it’s so soft you almost miss it. the pet name slips out like he’s testing if it’s allowed tonight.
you don’t answer with words. you lean in and press your lips to the strip of skin just above his waistband - warm, slightly salty, dusted with faint dark hair causing him to shiver.
one of his hands come up, hesitant, fingertips brushing your cheek before sliding back to cradle the nape of your neck. not pulling. not forcing. just holding. like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.
you tug the zipper down inch by torturous inch. the sound is loud in the quiet - slow, deliberate, every inch of the zipper parting like a confession. his boxers are already tented, a dark spot blooming where he’s been leaking for who knows how long.
you palm him through the fabric first, feeling the thick heat of him jump against your hand. he groans low in his throat, head tipping back against the chair. “fuck. . .you’re killing me.”
“good,” you murmur against his skin, lips brushing the line of his hipbone. “you deserve it for making me come all the way here in the snow.”
a shaky laugh escapes him, half-breathless. “you could’ve said no.”
you could’ve. but you never do. and you needed the smoke in your lungs tonight.
you hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and drag them down with his jeans- just enough. his cock springs free, heavy and flushed dark at the tip, already slick.
you wrap your hand around him slowly, thumb sweeping over the bead of pre-cum at the slit, spreading it in lazy circles until he’s glistening.
choso’s hips twitch forward before he catches himself. “sorry- shit, sorry.”
“don’t be.” you stroke him once, base to tip, agonizingly slow. “i like when you can’t help it.”
his eyes flutter shut for a second. when they open again they’re darker, pupils swallowing the brown, that tattooed mark across his nose standing out sharper against the flush creeping up his cheeks.
you lean in and kiss the head first- soft, chaste almost, just lips brushing velvet skin. then your tongue flicks out, tasting him. salt and musk and something distinctly choso that makes your thighs press together instinctively.
you and choso have never had sex. only these moments. but moment's like this makes you crave what you haven't had even more.
he whimpers when your hand rubs across his balls, hesitant with giving them the pressure he loves. an actual whimper, small and wrecked - and his fingers tighten in your hair. not guiding. just clinging.
you take your time. flat tongue dragging up the underside in one long, wet stripe. swirling around the ridge. sucking just the tip into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks for a heartbeat before releasing with a soft pop.
his thighs tremble under your palm that's gripping him.
“chocho…” you breathe against him. barely pulling back, the nickname a quiet plea of its own.
he makes a broken sound, hips canting up in tiny, helpless rocks. “please.”
you give him what he’s begging for- slowly. lips stretching around him as you sink down, inch by inch, until he’s nudging the back of your throat. you pause there, breathing through your nose, letting him feel the heat and wet and the soft flutter of your throat working and tightening around him.
his whole body locks. a long, shuddering exhale. “god. . .baby, you’re so- fuck.”
you pull back just as slow, letting spit string between your lips and his cock before you take him into your mouth again. the rhythm builds gradually - wet slides, tongue pressing flat, hand twisting at the base in time with your mouth.
it's messy. unhurried. every time you take him deep he makes these quiet, punched-out noises that shoot straight to your core.
his free hand finds yours on his thigh. fingers lace together. he squeezes like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered.
you glance up through your lashes. he’s watching you - eyes glassy, lips parted, chest heaving under the hoodie. the way he looks at you. . .it’s too much. like you’re the only thing in the world that matters right now.
“close,” he rasps eventually, voice fraying at the edges. “i'm- shit, ’m so close.”
you don’t pull off. you take him deeper, nose brushing his pubes, throat relaxing around him as you swallow. his hips jerk once, twice - then he’s coming with a low, broken moan of your name, pulsing hot and thick down your throat.
you work him through it, swallowing and milking every drop, until he’s trembling, oversensitive, whispering “too much. . .baby, too much. . .”
you ease off gently, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his softening length, his hip, the crease of his thigh. he’s still breathing hard when you sit back on your heels.
he reaches for you immediately- hands cupping your face, thumbs brushing the spit-slick corners of your mouth. he pulls you up slow, into his lap, your knees bracketing his hips. His arms wrap around you like he’s scared you’ll disappear.
he kisses you deeper than usual- lazy, tasting himself, tongue sliding against yours like he’s trying to memorize the shape of your mouth. when he pulls back his forehead rests against yours.
“you okay?” he murmurs, voice still wrecked.
you nod, it's all you can manage. but your chest feels tight. too tight.
his hand slides down your back, fingers dipping under the hem of your shirt, tracing slow circles on bare skin. “stay for a bit?” it’s barely a question - more like a hope he’s afraid to voice louder.
you want to. god, you want to crawl under his hoodie and stay there until the snow stops and the world feels less cold.
but the clock on his desk is blinking. the weed bag is still sitting there, untouched. and outside, the night is waiting.
Your heart clenches—sharp, painful—like it’s trying to hold onto something that’s already slipping.
“i. . i should go,” you whisper. The words taste like ash.
his arms tighten for a second, instinctive before he's loosening them, reluctantly.
“yeah,” he says quietly. too quiet. “okay.”
you slide off his lap. legs shaky. coat still crumpled on the floor. you pick it up and shrug it on, fingers fumbling with the zipper because you can’t look at him right now.
he stands too- slow, jeans still undone, hoodie rumpled. he steps closer, tucks a strand of hair behind your ear with careful fingers.
“text me when you get home safe?” his voice cracks just the tiniest bit.
you nod. swallowing down everything you wish you could say.
the stairs feel longer going up. the cold bites harder when you step outside. snowflakes catch in your lashes, melting against the heat still lingering on your skin.
you don’t look back at the house. you can't or you'll go back.
but your heart keeps clenching- small, helpless, pathetic spasms - as you walk away into the white night, the weight of everything you didn’t say pressing heavier than the snow ever could.
and maybe next time you’ll finally find the courage. or maybe you’ll just keep trading favors and stolen moments until one of you breaks.
Naoya is mean, and even his own son is not safe from his shit.
“He might create a hole through the world with how fat he is,”
Naoya says bluntly, chestnut eyes fixed on the baby breastfeeding. His chubby fingers gripping the fabric of your kimono.
“Don’t say that.”
“It’s true,” he scoffs, shifting closer as he sits across from you on the narrow wooden engawa that wraps around the garden. “Holding you like that, he looks like he’s worried the food’s going to explode.”
You roll your eyes, lips twitching slightly.
The zenin estate is alive with wind today. The garden’s breeze slips through your hair, brushing against bare skin, while flower kissed bushes sway gently below the open edge of the engawa. You sit close to that edge, the wooden floor warm beneath you, feeling grounded yet open to the garden’s sights and scents.
“He’s going to need every ounce of energy if he’s to be the heir’s heir,” you say matter of factly.
Naoya seems pleased at your words, leaning closer. One leg folds beneath him on the wooden floor, the other dangling off the edge, toes almost grazing the green garden below.
“I suppose you’re right,” he murmurs, bringing a slim, pale hand to the boy’s hair. His brows twitch as he smooths the soft black strands. “His hair is growing fast.”
“Mmm, w-”
“AGH! What the fu—” His protest dies mid word as he meets your sharp glare. Kissing his teeth, he spits, “He fu… he bit me!”
“Don’t be dramatic, Nao. He’s a baby. It couldn’t possibly hurt.” You shift slightly, bringing a hand to cup your son’s face. His full soft cheeks fill your palm as he has stopped feeding, now cooing. “Besides, it’s barely anything. You can just see the ends.”
“Don’t brush off moments like this as nothing. If it were anyone else-”
“But it’s not. It’s your son. And he’s a baby.”
A soft silence falls. You don’t see it, but his lips twitch, holding back a smirk.
As much as he hates to admit it…
Beneath all the arrogance, the bravado, the endless posturing. This sight is more than he could have imagined. You, the baby, the quiet domesticity, the cooing, and soft clapping… it’s beyond a dream.
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Auntie asks if you’ve gotten a boyfriend yet. You respond with, “Yeah, something like that.”
SUMMARY ⟢ every day of the week means having a new 'boyfriend', going from being with a frat boy to your own professor. "hoy tengo a uno, mañana otro, ey, pero no hay boda"
WARNINGS ₊⊹ TAGS : this fic includes frat gojo, emo choso, piercer geto, professor nanami, tutor higuruma, and plug sukuna. pussy smacking, public sex, riding, overstimulation, you get around, spitting, giving head, receiving head, you get what I mean.
. art by @thatsallitchief
FRAT GOJO - MONDAY
Weekends are for parties.
Weekdays are for planning parties.
With the exception of Monday. Monday is for fucking.
"Oh fuck!" Satoru moaned out, loudly, mind you. Rough hands leaving indents on your thighs, spreading them further out just to slam harder into you. "Pretty fucking pussy, my god."
It was the morning after a hook up you two had - in hopes of getting away from the lame party.
They picked out a boring theme. Night in New York. As if they haven't reused that like twelve times already.
To make matters worse, there were girls who weren't you trying to hit on him, complimenting his muscles and trying to get into his pants.
Anyways, it takes two to tango, so, you ended up fucking all night until morning.
"R-right there!" Your voice was barely recognizable, all messed up from the amount of times he's throat fucked you by now. Not to mention your loud ass moaning that could be heard over the music.
Satoru held onto the headboard that was slamming against his wall, leaving a dent behind. "Here sweet thing?"
You nodded - whimpering underneath his muscular frame.
His cock thrusted easily in and out of you now that your hole was all stretched out and used to his size.
"Gonna cum again?" He asked while already knowing the answer.
Something about drawing six orgasms out of you just fueled his ego. He was the only one who made you feel this good. Right?
You gasped, bucking your hips upwards when you came. Satoru didn't stop his movements, already heading for round seven. Or eight. He couldn't remember.
"Addicted to this cunt, just listen to her."
It was loud, squelching at every movement. If you weren't so fucked out you might have cringed.
"Can't.. s'too much!" Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, eyebrows knitting in exhaustion and pleasure. "Toru!"
Satoru ignored your pleas, dragging you closer to him, wrapping his meaty arms around your waist. His lips traveled over your cheeks before landing on your lips, swallowing every sound.
"You can take it one more time."
Your abused hole was begging for a break. But part of you didn't really want one. His cock was just too good.
"Ruined my bedsheets.." He murmured, staring down where the pool of mixed juices was. "Messy, messy girl."
You struggled to form a sentence, opting to just continue whining.
His dick twitched in you in warning.
"Gonna.. gonna cum in ya, alright?" Satoru asked, voice husky, almost as if he hasn't even bothered pulling out at all.
"Yes, yes please!"
Your nails dragged down his back, leaving behind marks that would take days to heal. Marks he would show off proudly.
He pumps a few more times, spilling into you. He finally removed his cock out of you.
His thick seed made its way out of your cunt, dripping down. "Can't have you wasting this. It's holy." With two fingers, he pushed back in his cum, humming in satisfaction.
"Thank you for this." Satoru smiled softly, leaning down to kiss his favorite girl one last time.
A knock could be heard on the door.
"Yo! Are you guys done? Need some help cleaning downstairs!" A voice that belonged to one of his frat bros called out.
How embarrassing.
EMO CHOSO - TUESDAY
"H-hey, you're here." Choso's voice trembled. It wasn't every day a goddess like you showed up outside his door asking him of all people to help you learn how to play the guitar, He opened the door wider, allowing you to enter.
There were guitars scattered on the floor, a piano tucked away, and a drums set. Every wall was covered with posters from bands with names you didn't;t even know how to pronounce.
"I just can't get the hang of it." You explained. "I feel like I'm even holding it wrong."
You've been coming in almost every week to get some private lessons from him. Choso being the pervert he was, had no shame in looking you up and down, taking notice of the skirt that was way too short.
"I'm sure you aren't." He reassured with an awkward chuckle. "Please, sit."
He pointed to an empty seat.
Your thighs doubled in size when you sat down, positioning your guitar comfortably. He gulped.
"S-so remember, every string has it's own letter."
He pulled another chair towards you, sitting down closely so he could explain. The tatted boy, apart from being terribly shy, was actually a good teacher.
"They're ordered from thickest to lowest.. see? You'll need to harden your calluses so you can play comfortably. You've got soft hands so um.. it's going to hurt at first."
You nodded, looking down at your instrument.
Up close, Choso was able to take a whiff of your perfume. God you even smelled like sin.
"Choso? Is everything okay?" You noticed the pink blush overtaking his cheeks and the way his leg bounced up and down.
"Me? Yeah, yeah I'm fine." His eyes flicked down to your lips.
"You sure?" Your voice lowered into a soft whisper. Choso gulped,, licking his own lips, the taste of metal from his piercings snapping him back to reality.
"I..I don't know."
His dick was hardening in his pants, becoming very visible. A choked gasp escaped him when your manicured hand reached to squeeze at the bulge.
"Oh my god!" He jolts up, holding onto his chair.
How cute is he.
"Can I roughen my calluses by giving you a handjob?"
It wasn't long before his twitching length was in your hand, tip leaking with pre.
"Did this hurt?" You asked, rubbing your thumb over the piercing on his tip.
"No- I mean, yes, sort of." He moaned out. Of course it hurt like hell. But he wasn't about to admit that in front of you.
You gently squeezed him, enjoying the way he trembled at every sudden touch. "And your face tattoo?"
"Yeah." He whimpered. "Hurt."
His bottom lip was tucked in between his teeth, hissing as your hand moved frantically. His shoulder length hair stuck to his neck now.
"You're so big.." You coo'ed. He was slightly smaller than Gojo in length aspect, but he was way thicker. No way was he ever going to fit inside you, so a handjob should suffice.
Choso slapped a hand over his mouth, fighting back any moan that wanted to come out. "Thank you.." His voice was now muffled.
You chuckled, moving down to the floor in between his legs. His tip slapped over your tongue before being sucked in.
In a rush of adrenaline, Choso's hand tangled itself behind your head, forcing you down to take all of him.
You moaned, looking up at him wondering where this emo gained the sudden confidence.
"Please.. don't stop!"
No girl would ever bat his eye towards him. Maybe he'd get complimented by one while at work here and there, but none would make any advances.
You gagged around him violently. Why the hell was he so thick.
Choso threw his head back, bucking his hips up. "Please, please, fuck, I'm gonna..!" He hiccuped, shooting out his seed down your throat. His hand didn't let go of you, forcing every single last drop to be swallowed up.
With one final kiss to the tip, you pulled away, smiling softly up at the panting boy.
"Great practice."
PIERCER GETO - WEDNESDAY
The bell placed over the door dinged, announcing your presence.
Geto looked up from where he was, behind his desk organizing his cabinets. "Hey gorgeous." The place was empty save for one of his coworkers who was packing up for their lunch break.
"Hi Sugu, m'here for my check up."
He nodded, standing up with a grunt. "Alright darling, come on over to the back. Let me check ya out."
Out of impulse, you pierced your nipples a couple weeks back. You'd do check ups to make sure your healing process was going well with no infections suddenly appearing.
A feral grin made its way onto his face when you pulled your shirt over your head, pretty tits out on display for him.
"Looking great." He moved closer to squeeze at the fat, thumb flickering your nipples, causing you to hiss.
"Ah, that's not good." He looked at you with lust in his eyes.
This was your favorite part. He'd notice you still in pain and he wouldn't waste a second to begin licking your breasts in hopes to lessen the irritation.
"Mm," Geto moaned with a mouthful of you. He teasingly bit at your bud, tugging at it, causing you to whine in pain. "Sorry pretty, you just got really fuckin' nice tits. All thanks to me, right?"
He was the one who pierced them after all.
You watched him drag his tongue over the piercings, sucking on it like a baby wanting to be breastfed. Your hands were on his shoulders for support.
"Look at you.. bet you're all wet now." To prove his claim, his hand slipped under your skirt, rubbing you through your panties. Sure enough, you were dripping. "You got this horny from me kissing your tits?"
"Shut up.." You groaned.
He only grinned again at that. "No need to be mad baby. I like knowing I make you feel this way."
His tongue was on you again, grunting loudly. "Love my girls."
You were beginning to feel light headed, letting out soft sounds here and there.
Geto pulled away to undo his belt, throwing it somewhere on the ground. His pants and briefs were pushed down to his knees, exposing his fully hard cock that barely stood up.
Just like Choso, he had a piercing right at the tip.
He led his cock to be in the middle of your tits, not before smacking each of them playfully. "Go on."
You bit the inside of your cheek, moving your hands to squeeze them around his length. Geto moaned seeing how obedient you were. You moved your chest up and down, giving him a nice tit job.
The strokes were beginning to get sloppy as you got tired, so he helped you out, fucking your tits like it was a pussy.
Whispering, "That's a good girl." He praised, knowing what it did to you.
He rubbed your piercings one last time before they got covered with his cum. Some landed on your face, making him chuckle.
"Sorry about that." He cleaned you up with a few tissues he had laying around. "So, I was thinking we could maybe give ya a Christina?"
PROFESSOR NANAMI - THURSDAY
"Forgot how good you tasted, sweetheart." Your professor moaned, kissing softly at your clit, dragging his tongue down to your entrance.
You were laid out on his desk, pants completely discarded and panties ripped in the middle. He promised he'd buy you more pairs anyways. "Sir.." Your eyes fluttered shut.
No one ate you out as delicious as Mr. Nanami.
It began when you begged him for extra credit in his class, which only led to one option. Sex.
His glasses were placed on top of his head, not wanting them to fog up.
"You can call me Ken.. no need for formalities."
"Feels disrespectful." You squirmed when two fingers entered your soaking folds, scissoring their way inside.
"Being this beautiful should be disrespectful to every girl, baby." He kissed your clit again, sniffing at your arousal.
You blushed at the way your slickness decorated his lower face, making it glisten under the classroom's light.
"Your test scores have been going up. That tutor of yours is doing a good job..I'm proud of you." He praised.
You scooted closer to him, a silent way of asking for him to eat you out again. He tsk'ed at your impatience.
"Baby.." He pulled out his fingers, spitting right at your entrance. "Already tasted you."
"Need more.." You begged.
With a sigh, he dipped his head back down, slurping up your juices.
STREET RACER TOJI - FRIDAY
You watched in awe as every car rushed to beat one another.
Illegal car racing, what better way to spend your Friday night?
To your side sat your best friend who wasn’t as interested as you were.
“I only came for the hot racers to be honest.” She sighed, clicking away at her phone. Your eyes adverted back to the road when the announcer yelled into the microphone.
“Andddd Fushiguro takes the lead!”
You stared closely. He was fast. In more ways than one.
So it wasn’t a surprise when he was declared to be the winner a few minutes later. Toji got out of his beat up car, scarred up from previous races.
His bangs were sticking to his forehead from the thin layer of sweat. You immediately caught his eye. No way could he ever miss those pretty eyes looking at him amongst the crowd.
“Thought you wouldn’t show up today, doll.”
“I only missed last week because my parents didn’t let me escape their stupid dinner.” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest which only pushed it up.
And of course, he took notice.
It took every bone in his body not to slam you over the roof of his car to fuck you in front of everyone.
“Pretty thing like you stands out in a place like this.”
“I know.. you tell me that every time.” You rolled your eyes.
His calloused hands reached to hold onto your hips, bringing you closer with a smirk etched on his lips. "Being a brat are ya." He whispered.
"Maybe.." You leaned in closer feeling him biting at your earlobe. His body warmth embraced you, protecting you from the night's weather.
“Wanna go for a ride?”
With Toji, a ride meant two things.
He’ll drive you around town before taking you home.
He’ll drive you around town while you ride him before taking you home.
It’s always the latter.
You’re biting back whimpers as you humped him, feeling his tip graze your g-spot but not fully reaching it.
“Come on baby, you can take all of it.” Toji encouraged you, pushing you down with one hand while the other maintained itself on the wheel.
He planted a firm spam on your ass, squeezing at it.
“Bounce on it.” He ordered.
Your legs felt wobbly when you pulled yourself up, his dick almost slipping out, before slamming back down.
"I can't!" You said frustrated.
He grunted, pearly whites biting at his bottom lip. Your walls tightened around him, fluttering at every thrust.
“You just did, atta girl.”
His pubes were starting to get drenched with your slickness. “Yer fucking messy.” He said, but he wasn’t complaining. Not when he was poking at your womb, even being visible from the outside.
"Pick up the pace, we're almost at your house."
He loved when you got all cock drunk, babbling on and on about how you couldn’t fit all of him but somehow managing to at the end.
You dug your face in the crook of his neck, feeling his stubble tickle you. "Please.. help me."
With a sigh, Toji pulled over, parking behind a building.
"Dumb girl can't do anything herself."
TUTOR HIGURUMA - SATURDAY
"Gotta stay quiet- fuck, shh.."
"Hiro.." You moaned quietly, holding onto the desk as he slowly thrusted. Fucking in a library, a place where you're meant to be quiet, wasn't the brightest idea.
"Shhh," He repeated. "Don't make me cover your mouth."
Warm tears were flowing over your cheeks. He was going way too slow!
Higuruma was struggling to keep quiet as well. Your cunt was too warm , it was impossible not to fuck you stupid.
What was supposed to be a study night turned into this. It always did.
"Finish your homework, C'mon." He leaned over to point at the paragraph you haven't read yet. "Make sure to highlight any key points." His hand circled around your throat, picking up your head from the table.
Your mouth fell open, already needing to have your release. You knew he wasn't going to allow that to happen if you didn't finish your work though, so you got to highlighting. Or at least tried to.
It was hard to draw a straight line when you were getting your back blown out.
His balls slapped lightly at your ass with every roll of his hips he gave.
"Did you get looser?" He asked, taking notice of how easily he thrusted. You whimpered, making you receive an ass squeeze from him in warning. "Think so.."
You're concerned a person might walk to the area you two were hidden in. How would they react to two students fucking in a public space like this.
Spurts of cum filled up your womb.
"Hiro-"
"Don't even try asking. Finish your work then I'll let you cum."
"You're so unfair."
He placed a foot on the chair, giving him the ability to fuck you just right. "Unfair?"
Your eyes fluttered shut when he became rougher.
"Finish. Your. Work."
PLUG SUKUNA - SUNDAY
At the end of the week, you're just so exhausted. All you can think about is hitting a big fat blunt.
Sukuna was one phone call away.
You called him over when you finally had the place to yourself, waiting patiently by the window, seeing a familiar car pull up.
"Finally, took you forever."
"You're not my only client, sweet cheeks."
You rolled your eyes, snatching the bag from his hands.
"Uh-uh, pay up, shit aint free."
"Seriously? I've been a loyal customer for forever kuna!" You whined. "Can't you just give me this one free of cost? I'll pay you extra next time!"
"That's what you said last time, and the time before."
You pouted. "Kuna.."
He gave you a stern look before adhering his gaze to your shirt who wasn't doing a well job at hiding your nipple piercings.
"You could always pay me some other way."
Out of all the people you've slept with, Sukuna takes it with his monster dick.
"Oh my god!" You screamed into your pillow. His hands fully wrapped around your waist, angling you up just to his liking.
"Fuck you hear that?" He asked, nodding to the way your pussy was squelching. Sukuna laughed, letting go of your waist with one hand to smack at your cunt.
"Kuna!" You whined.
"Fuckin' shut up, shit." He panted, feeling your gummy walls flutter around him with every spank he gave.
Your thighs were shaking violently. How could they not when he was fucking your guts like an animal.
Sukuna was in a trance with the way your bouncing tits looked. The piercings were doing things to him.
His breathing was ragged now, the thin sheen of sweat glistened on his brow. He leaned down again enough to feel heat radiating from him. "You owe me." His lips began to leave open mouthed kisses along your neck.
While he fucked you into oblivion, you thought back to what your auntie asked you. Then you thought back to every single day of the week.
warnings: established relationship. fluff. pet names. some words in spanish. just beni being that man. reader is from america. a bit of suggestive content. kissing. english isn’t my first language. also credits to the owners of the dividers!
a/n: soo i just couldn’t stop myself from writing something about this man bc omg. and there’s almost nothing about him, so i had to work 🤭 requests are always open! you can ask for anything u want! masterlist
ෆ ﹔ He’s the type to… immediately notice when you’re feeling down. He’d see the way your hands fidget with each other, how a bit of nervous sweat lingers. His reaction would depend on the situation. If you’re at a party or an event, he’d rest his hand on your lower back, tracing soft circles while pressing gentle kisses to your forehead and temple. If you’re somewhere quiet and private, like at home or in his studio, he’d ask what’s on your mind; never pressuring you, just showing genuine interest and concern. Like he always does.
ෆ ﹔ He’s the type to… interrupt you on purpose. You could be talking about the latest gossip at work or with your family, and he’d be listening with his chin resting on his hand, until his smile slowly grows wider. At that point, he’s no longer hearing your words. He’d lean in, cup your cheeks gently, and kiss you without warning. You’d probably blush and then roll your eyes. Sometimes you’d push him away lightly for interrupting, but he’d always respond with a soft, “Perdóname, mami. Es que me distraje.” (I’m sorry, baby. I got distracted)
ෆ ﹔ He’s the type to… know exactly when your period is coming. He notices how your mood shifts more intensely than usual, how your answers get quieter, almost hesitant. Because of that, he tries to solve every little problem before it even becomes one. He buys everything you need —obviously— and then takes you to bed, wrapping you in your favorite blankets. Your back rests against his chest while he massages your lower belly with soft, perfect pressure. Just the way he knows you need.
ෆ ﹔ He’s the type to… need you with him at some point during the Super Bowl halftime show. Benito would tell his manager and the production team that he wants you to be part of it, no matter what. That’s how you end up in “la casita” with Cardi B, Pedro Pascal, and Karol G, dancing. And not long after, running beside him with your country’s flag in your hands.
ෆ ﹔ He’s the type to… have his hands on you all the time. He’s a touchy guy, and you love every bit of it. At every concert, every event, he’s touching you somehow. His hand on your lower back, his arm draped over your shoulders pulling you close, or at the very least, one of his fingers hooked around your pinky.
ෆ ﹔ He’s the type to… try to take you everywhere with him. He knows every little detail about you, so if he’s invited to an event where your favorite celebrities will be, he brings you along just to see that smile he loves so much.
ෆ ﹔ He’s the type to… write songs about you. His latest album has at least two tracks that are specifically about you and what he feels. One of them even says outright that you’re the love of his life.
ෆ ﹔ He’s the type to… love when you sleep with your head on his chest, but he loves it even more when he’s the one resting his face between your breasts while you run your fingers along his bare back and through his hair.
ෆ ﹔ He’s the type to… not play at all when it comes to you. He likes people to know exactly who is the woman that takes his breath away. But he does not like when people cross boundaries. More than once, he’s given cold stares, sharp words, and even a shove when someone gets way too close to his woman.
ෆ ﹔ He’s… 100% an ass man. There’s even a video from one of his concerts. When he was in “la casita” he walked past you but didn’t leave before giving your butt a light squeeze, then flashed you that cocky smile when he saw you roll your eyes.
ෆ ﹔ He’s the type to… pull you backstage during one of his concerts, right before going on stage. The music is rumbling through the walls, the crowd is screaming his name, but his hands are on your waist like you’re the only thing grounding him. He’d lean in, lips brushing your ear, and whisper, “Dame un beso pa’ la suerte” (Give me a kiss for luck) before kissing you slow too slow for someone who’s about to perform in front of thousands.
ෆ ﹔ He’s the type to… look for you in the crowd the second he steps on stage. Even with the lights, the smoke, the chaos, he always finds you. And when he does, his smile shifts just a little, just enough for you to know it’s for you. During a dance break, he’d walk toward your side of the stage, eyes locked on you, biting back a grin as he drags his thumb across his lower lip. The fans think he’s teasing them, but you know better. That look is yours.
no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor, to the toilet seat, from the dining room table, to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink, to the shower, from the front porch, to the balcony, vertically horizontally, quadratic, exponent, algorithmetic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, forward, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in a car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back aching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw-dropping, hair pulling teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, over stimulating, vile, sloppy, moan-inducing, heart-wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, blackhole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark-worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcanic erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, hip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail snatching, spectacular, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, malforming, heavenly, devil's tango. please.
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