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➵ Fic edit for Musée des Beaux Arts by @oneofthewednesdays
“About suffering they were never wrong, the old Masters: how well they understood its human position.” —W.H. Auden Six portraits of life and death in Ketterdam featuring the interwoven stories of Wylan Van Eck and Kaz Brekker.
My edit. Please do not repost without permission. Credit: "Trouble" by Ron Hicks, “Léonore 4” by Marta Bevacqua (edited), "Anguish" by August Friedrich Schenk (edited), Unsplash, Pixabay, several paintings named in chapter titles above.
#oneofthewednesdays#<3#six of crows#soc edit#soc fanfiction#wylan van eck#kaz brekker#wesper fic club#my edits#I promised this THREE MONTHS AGO but my life exploded#and I didn't have my laptop#so it's very late but!!!#ashlynn was extremely understanding and patient so I went all out with this edit and I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out <3#hopefully it was worth the wait!#go read the fic y'all!! <3
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Summer Times
Hi! I'm finally back from my two week abroad trip!
#i hope everyone is doing well!#ive gotten quite a bit of asks these past two weeks and i apologise for being so silent with art#i didnt bring my laptop with me and didn't have the proper environment to set it up even if i did so i couldn't really draw#i want to properly answer questions and make lore posts with more than just text so i hope you can forgive me#everything is going to be answered in due time#all my art projects are also getting completed and i really hope you'll like them because i think they're pretty cool!#for one instance im learning krita to make a bad end au themed animatic#if im successful i might even get to make an actual short episode one day which would be cool i think#once again thank you for the support despite my abscence#super mario#super mario bros#smb#luigi#mario#princess peach#mareach
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zabuza getting freaky at the bridge ? !
live reaction(tazuna is homophobic)
#this took me so long#i started drawing it. then abandoned for like a month#then one night tried to finish it very fast without making any effort(hence the sketchiness)#and then i fucking moved to another city and didn't have access to my laptop for a week. and now it's finally done. kinda#tin's art tag#naruto#kakazabu#zabukaka#naruto fanart#naruto art#kakashi#kakashi hakate#hatake kakashi#zabuza momochi#momochi zabuza#artists on tumblr#land of waves#team 7#zabuza
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so i wrote a book that comes out soon and having that be real feels like falling down stairs because i wanted this since i was 7 years old so now what do i want after it.
so tell me why today all i care about is the word trundle, that the word trundle exists. of course i have things to do and emails to send and a world of suffering to protect but today my brain won't let me look away from the sheer linguistic improbability of trundle.
i saw a truck doing it. i imagine animals did it first. or people maybe. to trundle comes direct from old english. cows do it on occasion, but more often sheep (in my experience). someone had to name lope and someone had to name slog. the verbs to run and to leap make sense; they are singular and important distinguishers.
but we can bask rather than relax. we can scuttle rather than crawl. sometimes when i move in dance class it is to undulate rather than roll. someone had to name things like sonder and whimsy. of course we had words for tangible things like tree and grass and root. i love those words, i'm eating them.
i don't know the word for this thing. where it's real-now. sometimes i feel it when i am dating someone i actually like-and-love and i realize that is real, i am dating them and it's real that i like-and-love them. sometimes i have this feeling when i have been planning a vacation or an event for weeks-and-months and it finally happens - the feeling this is happening, it's happening right now.
it happens randomly sometimes too. i will be at the carnival or at an ice cream stand or with the last light of summer in my hair and i will feel it again, that sense - i have waited my whole life for this, and im finally experiencing it, and i need to pay attention to it.
but it's real! how amazing! how horribly tragic! it's real. it exists. the moment is here.
i have no idea what to do with it.
#link to book is first line#writeblr#i lost my car my phone my job my laptop#all in the span of 9 months#so no otherwise stuff isn't going well lol#luck seems to work like that for me#.... i have BIG luck.#i don't get to decide which side of luck i fall on#i am either STUPIDLY lucky. i mean should-have-died#or i am STUPIDLY unlucky. i mean. my phone saw the ocean jumped out of girlpockets . and took a dive#PS updated the link idk why it didn't work sorry!!
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camp
#been thinking a lot about this shirt. this gif is the most simultaneously hilarious and heartbreaking thing ive ever seen#if anyone knows where the fuck this is from please lmk. i found it on my laptop and have no idea what the context is#and reverse image searching wasnt much help#phan#<- didn't tag this at first because i didnt think anyone would gaf about it lmao. also see my reblog of this#dan and phil#dnp
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slowly getting back into stuff...
#my art#tloz#oracle of seasons#link#as in I got my tablet running on my old school laptop but I don't have any of my art programs so it's all tegakis !!!#come watch me draw Link and Zelda in 500 new ways bc I can't open my own csp references !#I'm having so much fun I've missed them lots.. I feel like I'm bursting with things I want to draw I'm so excited to get to it all#please if you see my massive mistake no you didn't I can't edit on tegaki dfskuhfds
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I'm sorry.
#WHOAHHHH THAT PLOT TWIST!!!!!!#sorry these gifs are Not My Best Colouring(tm) they're the first ones i've made on my new laptop#and it's a different version of ps than i'm used to and i didn't have any of my settings yet so. yeah. SORRY!#anyway HOLY SHIT#TACODE?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!? IN MY BOC PRODUCTION?!?!?!?! it's more likely than you'd think!!!#dead friend forever#dff the series#dead friend forever the series#dead friends forever#dff spoilers#dead friend forever spoilers#barcode tinnasit#ta nannakun#be on cloud#thai bl#tabarcode#tacode#darcey.gif#darcey.txt#bl.gif#darcey.main
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I yearn for engiespy cuddling in some corner in the middle of a match like the others aren't being blown up by each other just a few feet away... do you see my vision...
I hope I do see it!
#ok so... i was gonna do a diff req#but then i saw ur request there. sentrysapper.#and then i immediately jumped out of my chair dropped to the floor and ripped my shirt off and yelled on top of my lungs while crying#then threw my laptop out of the window and anyways if you didn't get it i was very happy and excited!#ORIGINALLY i had a really different vision of this#but it kinda failed and yknowhowitgoes had to improvise but i hope ya like it!!!#also sorry about the edited on effects. i dont have enough patience for the ones already in sfm.#tf2#team fortress 2#sfm#tf2 sfm#sfm poster#tf2 spy#tf2 engineer#tf2 pyro#tf2 demoman#tf2 scout#tf2 sniper#tf2 medic#tf2 heavy#tf2 soldier#hope nobody minds me tagging all of them even though some are merely barely on the background.... and one is barely a gib.#engiespy#tf2 engiespy#practical espionage#my art#jokz asks
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Here comes the time to go back to school! May the one who still study be brave and may the others have a great day anyway uwu
(Sound on for funny audio :D)
Some close-ups as usual :D:
Credits time!
The kids:
-Mimosa and Mu are mine
-Aim belongs to @zu-is-here
-Meridix belong to @orange-dreamzer
-Nightingale belongs to @catlover31
-Diaphanous belongs to @amarald
-Aria, Sunrise and Daybreaks belong to @star-gamerxox
-Mirage belongs to @ari-cuno
The background+ team:
- @diofasolia did the soundscape (I did some of the voices), the customized books
-@amarald did the bookshelf and the posters
#back to school collab#dark cream ship kids collab 2024#dark cream ship kids#and#post dark cream ship kids#I'll admit#it's less fancy this year because of my laptop unwillingness#so I gave up on proper lights and shadows#sowwy ;w;#you may notice one desk is missing#it's because Mirage was a last minute addition so I couldn't figure I could add a desk without having to redo the whole thing#soooo#let's say it's the school fault#thank you all for participating!!!!#I hope to see you again next year ;3c#for theeeee beach episode#setting up the family pc for it was an adventure on its own;thankfully I did most before that X'D#honestly I didn't manage to make my tablet works with it so I could use a mouse at the end so that's why it's a bit empty I couldn't draw#more XDc#I could I guess but it would have been veryyy wonky
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I wish real life academia was more like The Magnus Archives because I'd much rather face otherworldly evils than have my research blocked by INFINITE PAYWALLS. Jonathan Sims might've suffered immensely and nearly ended the world but at least he didn't have to cite inaccessible sources.
#Can you tell I'm exhausted#I would gladly fight Elias Bouchard to the death if it meant I didn't have to pay to access peer reviewed texts#(I know I could email the author and ask them for it but that would mean communicating)#I would very gladly submit to the eye for knowledge because not being able to get information makes me want to throw my laptop out a window#tma#the magnus archives#the magnus institute#jonathan sims#tma memes#Oh also if you relate to this I apologise#It's hell
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When you're the only one in the evil pirate polycule without tapetum lucidum.
#dracule mihawk#sir crocodile#buggy the clown#one piece#taurus' art#this one would have been hella better digitally but I didn't wanna get my laptop out
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I was interested in seeing my progression of my art throughout the years and Saiki is a consistent character throughout the last 4 years:
Obviously not all the saikis I've drawn but they're my best ones. I'm pretty proud of all these and this is soo interesting to me actually like woah how many letters in devoured?
#fun fact: the first three of these were drawn by finger on my phone because I didn't have a laptop or tablet#ibis paint x my beloved 😍#then my parents got me a laptop and tablet and i transitioned to sketchbook pro and still use that now#saiki k#the disastrous life of saiki k#saiki kusuo#the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki no psi nan
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he lives rent free in my head,,,,,,
#I am so normal about him i swear#<- a total lie#He's just so skrunkly#I wish i had him forever on my laptop#oh wait....... i bought the game..... i do have him forever#i think? I haven't actually seen past a certain part bc I wanted to play the game so bad#so I didn't want spoilers#but kinito had me looking up “kinito pet safe” “is kinito pet going to ruin my computer”#like Im SO afraid of spyware and all that shit#but??? i considered all the people playing it and went “surely not everyone can be stupid”#will I be proven wrong? time will tell#kinito posting#kinitopet#beloved kinitopet#kinito fanart#kinito the axolotl#kinito pet#kinito#kinitopet fanart#the bug speaks
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hfw: burning shores | seyka 13/?
#horizon forbidden west#hfw#hfwbs#seyka#i tried *adding* one of aloy's facepaints to a character instead of taking it away like it did with nil#luckily in this light (near lava) aloy's skintone isn't too wildly different and seyka doesn't have any facepaint to start with#so it wasn't too tricky#kind of a mixed bag on whether the photomode expressions work well for her imo - i think this one looks ok#mark of pride#hfw npcs#hfw pc#(character swap mod)#(photomode mod)#chromatichorizon#btw i'm still not to burning shores on my pc playthrough lmaoooooo i haven't been able to really play for weeks#but i popped into the area and my laptop didn't immediately catch on fire or turn the game into a slideshow so that's a good sign i guess
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𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬
Toji Fushiguro x F!Reader
Cw. afab!reader. Cheating. Infidelity. Dacryphilia. Temperature play. Burning. Fingering. Smoking.
Genre. [ fic. Smut. See tags for notes.] You're Megumi's girlfriend and his father is not someone you thought you'd catch the eye of in the kitchen.
Wc. 3.6k
This was fucked up. It was fucked up and you knew it was. It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but it’s the only way your heart squeezed in that sickeningly pleasant way – the only reason you wanted to sleep over any more.
You looked up at him, eyes dancing over the serenity in his features. Handsome. Somehow boyish in the length of his lashes and the way his lips parted in a slight laugh. He made you feel like an endangered animal – preciously encaged for safety and sanctuary yet never letting you see home again.
Your breath fluttered and you were completely certain he could hear the way your heart swirled in your eardrums. It was evident in the way his head tilted slightly as his deep gray-blue eyes went from your chest, to your lips, to yours eyes. You held your breath, rolled your lip between your teeth, and averted your eyes.
The tile of the kitchen floor was cold against your bare feet and Megumi’s shirt was big enough to graze your knees. The chill of the counter against the side of your hand reminded you of everything outside of the one in front of you.
“W-what?”
“Can I have the milk?”
Toji leaned his hip on the black marble countertop, hand laying over yours on the cardboard milk carton as he took it from you. It was a slight graze of a touch, but you felt the calluses of his fingers trickle across the delicate skin of the back of your hand. You repressed a shudder. Your chin dipped down. Your hand let go of the carton.
“Thanks. What’re you doing up so late, Princess? Gumi kick you off the bed again?”
You felt the warmth of his body as he shifted, bicep grazing onto your upper arm as he poured the milk into the coffee. The nickname always peeved Megumi in a way he couldn’t fully explain. You would reassure him it was fine, it’s just because his dad was a dick. Toji said it was because Megumi spoiled you.
“No,“ you watched as black espresso turned to a pretty caramel. Suddenly your tea wasn’t as appetizing anymore. For a moment your brows furrowed and you were aware that it was 3:15am, “why are you drinking coffee?”
Toji laughed. It’s deep and gruff and sounds like tires over a gravel driveway. This time you can’t suppress the shudder. It’s been this way since Toji came back from his business trip. You never met him up until the last semester. At least not in person. He was usually away. Megumi never knew what he did or how he afforded the house.
Either way, whenever classes let up or between semesters, you’d come to his suburban home and basically live with him. You loved Megumi very much and you have for the year and a half you’ve been dating. You’d kiss him goodbye whenever you left to see your parents, but there was something about his dad that kept you coming back.
Maybe it was the first night you woke up in the middle of the night. Megumi had kicked you off the bed by accident. There was only so much room for two 20-years-olds and a large dog. It was bound to happen one day or another. It was simply unfortunate that you scraped your arm on a bent piece of metal from his bed frame, leaving a long scratch that pebbled red. You traversed down the steps and having forgotten your glasses on the nightstand, had to rummage through the drawers to find a band aid.
Toji was there, leaning on a counter by the sink, gazing out the window. The sweet scent of cherry tobacco lingered despite the open air. At first, your throat cinched around your thumping heart. You thought he was an intruder. You couldn’t see his features, but the way the moon abstractly bounced off them, you immediately knew who he was just by shape. Megumi got his good looks from someone and that someone was right in front of you.
“You’re bleeding,” he stated blandly, only taking a second to look at you from the corner of his eyes.
“I am?” You knew you were. That’s why you had your arm up like an injured paw and a hand in a drawer full of homeless kitchen appliances, “I am.”
“So you are,” he chuckled. Toji stood at full height and you swore you nearly gasped. The corner of his scarred mouth curled then flattened as he turned to you. He grabbed a paper towel, fingers grasping onto the tips of yours. His palm was warm, soft, tender on the flesh of your arm. The paper towel pressed to provide a temporary fix as he guided you along to the bathroom to pull out a bandage.
You remember every moment of that night; how the sink felt pressing against the small of your back and how his thigh leaned almost too heavily onto yours as he meticulously took care of the minor cut. In his defense, the bathroom was small – one of the ones that fit awkwardly under a staircase and only had a toilet and a sink. It didn’t excuse the way his hand brushed your hair back when everything was settled. You still felt guilty that you tilted your chin to better feel the backs of his fingers against your neck.
For as often as you felt guilty, soon to follow was an echo of his parting words.
“Mr. Fushiguro takes care of his guests – especially Gumi’s Princess.” His smile was strangely sweet when he exited the bathroom, leaving you to collect your staggered breath.
It was that night, and plenty of nights after, that you woke Megumi up by putting his hand on your cunt and asking if daddy could take care of you. The kisses he’d press to your forehead lingered warmly, lovingly. Bitterly.
Brought back by the metallic thwip of a bic lighter, Toji cupped his hand to the flame, lighting the cherry cigarette you would smell when you were lonely in your dorm. It overpowered the familiar scent of eucalyptus you’d once loved.
“For the same reason everyone drinks coffee,” He laughed once through his nose, expression slackening as his gaze lingered on yours. He dragged on the cigarette and exhaled for longer than usual. The swirl of smoke passing over the curve of his lips was beautiful. He quirked a brow, curiously entertained, “Withdrawal?”
You dry swallowed. He offered you the cigarette with an offhand comment you couldn’t quite hear. The end of the cig faced you and you leaned, wrapping your lips around it. The subtle graze of his fingers on your lips tickled. You never smoked before. Through thick lashes, your gazes met and you swore something passed over his. You sucked. You coughed. You secretly loved the taste of burnt cherry.
“That’s not how you do it,” his voice was dark navy and for a moment, as small tears welled from the remaining spasm of your lungs, you thought he would scold you for lying. Hushed, he pressed the cigarette back to your lips, “Try again.”
Obediently, your lips found their way around the stick. You had Toji’s attention on you in the same way a starling bird had a peregrine falcon’s. You felt wanted by something hungry.
You waited patiently for his order, looking up to him with those pretty, expectant eyes. You barely noticed his hand slowly pulling the cigarette. Your lips stayed connected. He felt your breath fan the backs of his fingers.
“Are you going to suck it, or what?” There was a bite to his voice and you took a long, nervous drag. The crackling burning paper filled the space between you. You tried to inhale it all and the burn made your eyes water. Toji’s head tilted by a minuscule as your lips detached, leaving a small string of saliva attached to the end. Bleary eyes matched his, desiring his approval. His free hand cupped your cheek, giving a slight tap, “I’m not going to spoil you like Megumi does, Princess.”
Strong hands grabbed under the thickest part of your thighs, hoisting you up and onto the cold marble counter. Megumi’s shirt was disregarded and hiked up to the crease of your hip. The hiss of hot ash sprinkled on your thighs matched the heady hiss your tongue made against teeth. Toji smirked. The burn was replaced by his rough hands smoothing over the supple flesh. He gripped your ass, hauling you to the edge of the counter.
This was wrong.
Your heart throbbed in your chest and even more between your legs. Your Thighs squeezed together as Toji leaned into your neck, biting hard. His thumbs dug into the junction of your thigh and hip, keeping you sat firmly on the counter top.
Megumi was upstairs.
Toji’s mouth trailed down your neck as the tips of his fingers traced up along bare skin. You could feel him smirk against your neck. Surely the warmth of his lips could feel how fast the blood pumped through you. You felt light headed, impatient for the touch of his chilled fingers. The man before you nudged his cheek onto yours and you felt the subtle graze of his spudding 5 o’clock shadow.
He said nothing, but you heard the change his breathing. Hiis middle finger slipped between your glossy lips - the touch was so cold, you gasped and your cunt clenched on nothing at all. The pad of his middle finger moved slowly in a circle, then traced down. It was so slow that your body writhed for more. To try and coax the digit in, your entrance throbbed. He headed to call to its beck. Rather than satiate your starving sex, Toji brushed up to your clit. Totally in control of you, his fingers dance in cruel repetition.
His spare hand trailed up your torso, pulling his son’s shirt up to expose you bit by bit. The shirt never came off, no. It’s not like he needed it to when you wore nothing underneath it. He’d be lying if he didn’t notice how your nipples perked and your stance shifted when he entered the kitchen. He felt your eyes on his back when he opened the fridge. Deliberately (and with the goodness in his heart), he allowed your longing gaze to linger on him. It was laughable that you were pressing your bare chest into the palm of his hand, The tissue malleable and molten under his touch. It was euphoric. You gave into his touch so desperately.
Toji’s grin widened, Cheshire-like against you. His breath was hot against your ear and the baritone of his voice was enough to make you swallow a whine, “Maybe Gumi doesn’t spoil his Princess like I thought. You’re really this cock hungry? I barely touched you,” his finger tapped on your swollen clit and you jerked in response, curling forward and trembling digit gripping onto his impossibly tight shirt. Practically on the brink of tears from the way he teased you, you wondered how hands so cold could feel like they burned like the ash on your thighs.
Fuck. Fuck.
The hands gripping his shirt slapped the cold counter when you pulled your torso away to back on your forearms. Your brows knit and your chin tilted back. Megumi’s shirt draped over your tits like fine silk. What a fucking delicious sight. Desperate. That’s exactly how you looked with your nose scrunched and lips drawn in a tight line. Your fists were balled and legs spread wide, separated by his body. He admired that the first thing spilled on the freshly installed black marble was the drool of your cunt.
Toji persisted despite the painful ache of his cock. He wanted you to grovel for him, prove his suspicion that his son lacked the same skill to make you a drooling mess. Why? The answer was simple instinct to him. The aftermath of his divorce left him in shambles. But then again, papers were filed the second he fucked his sister-in-law on wifey’s new BMW (and doubled down on when she found the recording of him with the couple’s therapist). Validation, maybe. He had nothing to prove or no need for it. He just wanted to know that he could fuck anyone he wanted anywhere he wanted, no matter who they were.
You opened your mouth to scream in frustration. Your legs shook, every part of your body wanted something to fill you. Empty. Empty fucking. Empty satisfaction. The slap was followed by the sound of skittering upstairs.
You paled and your heart threatened to burst with anxiety. Complete silence took over the kitchen and your mind emptied, listening for the familiar sound of your boyfriend’s footsteps. Eyes looked over your shoulder and suddenly you were very aware of the fact that every entrance leading to the kitchen was an open walkway.
The man between your legs had paused then, lips slack as he listened. He had good hearing. Good senses. His fingertips sprawled on top of your mound, palm pressing against your fluttering entrance absent-mindedly. It was merely the dog. He trained it to only bark or alert of certain triggers. This was certainly not one of them. Your reaction though- he could work with that.
His fingers circled your clit and you feared he would continue his cruel tease. Toji could see through your expression like the Bermuda seas. He leaned forward, hand slowly tipping over your entrance as his words filled your mind, “What happens if you’re caught?”
Your breathing stopped completely. Dread, excitement, and two long digits filled you. Just as you had expected, every second of teasing coated your walls. Every nerve ending had been meticulously prepared for something to touch them, trigger them to ignite. Your walls spasmed readily and your knees gripped the sides of Toji’s hips. He experimented with you for a while, salivating when tears pinched past your lashes. In the back of his mind, he needed you to break before you got his cock. He was getting slightly impatient. His hands were cold and you could feel every single motion of his fingers in you. Your mind could paint a picture of every ridge his digits had to offer simply from his temperature.
He leaned over. His tongue was hot. With a single broad, strong, and long open-mouthed lap along your clit, you unwound. A free hand slapped over your mouth, muffling the near animalistic yowl you let out. He smirked.
Bet Megumi never heard that sound.
As soon as your walls slowed and your voice died out, Toji shoved the band of his sweats under his cock. He could tell by your blissed out glaze that you weren’t entirely processing what was to come. He could fix that.
Hands pulled you half-way off the counter. You yelped, shivering at the slick on the surface beneath you. Toji held you under your knees, practically forcing you to prop yourself up on your elbows. He cooed, “Good girl.” The way you stared at his cock like it were god itself had a dribble of precum roll down his length. A bare minimum of 8-9 inches stood at attention, positioned right under you. Your arousal drizzled over him and if your mind worked, you would’ve offered to lick it off like one would a warm sugar glaze.
He adjusted his arms so that the underneath of your thighs were supported by his hands and your knees hooked over his arms. Your own arms wobbled and shook. The muscle ache was blunted by his thick tip pressing onto your entrance. You had no option but to give him the reins. His focus was entirely on the junction between his tanned cock pressing into you. It was almost endearing, how this look of fascination came over his harsh features, enrapturing your gaze like a renaissance painting.
He guided your hips in a circle, bending his knees slightly to swirl against you. The scar at the corner of his lip twitched in gratification when you throatily let out a long high note. He lowered you onto him in bit by bit. Slight thrust in. Draw back. Slight thrust in. Draw back.
Every. Single. Time. He drew out, you wanted to cry out. You could take it. Toji continued to carefully make his way into you. He was large and he learned from mistakes of drilling in too soon. Sure, he slipped in easy enough, but he still met resistance to the stretch. He didn’t want to hurt you. Or at least that was until you opened your pretty mouth.
“Stop fucking around. I can take Gumi’s dick, I can take yours.”
Your lips formed into a pout and the words backhanded his ego. So this is what Megumi dealt with. Oh no, he couldn’t have that. You were obviously trying to get a rise out of him like the brat you were. Toji darkly chuckled, “So this is what’s got him around your finger, huh? You want me to ‘stop fucking around’?”
He pulled your right leg across his chest so that it rested along his left shoulder. The left leg was guided around his waist. “By your command, Princess.” He thrust in hard, shoving his cock through the tightness. The pace was relentless. Harsher, meaner, heavier than even Megumi’s was at his roughest. Your mind erased the fact that you were in the kitchen of a house. It erased the fact that your arms felt like they were going to tear. It erased the sweat under your palms as you white-knuckled the edge of the marble. It erased Megumi, peacefully asleep upstairs.
All you felt was the hot vibration of your clambering walls and the searing hot brand of his cock burning into your core. Everything fuzzed, scattered with every near full pull, then came crashing back with every push. The position itself allowed for the force of your own weight to freely bounce back on him without him needing to do much. He still gripped your limbs with such force there would be bruises. He wrapped your other leg around his waist patting your thighs to grip him as he changed his thrusts to slow, deep. Toji peeled off the shirt, a glisten to his every muscle under the dim light as it reached over his head. Arms were up high as it was shimmied off, but his thrusts were controlled. Abs worked, tensed in a motion so beautiful that you were absolutely certain that this was and would be your only religious experience.
The shirt hit the floor. Toji licked his thumb. The palm of his hand rested along your pubic bone, tilted so that he could graze your clit in such a gentle, yet effective way that you reeled. You bucked with him, using your legs to draw him in more until you felt a sharp pleasure rake your cervix, claw down the up-side of your walls. He dragged out. He thrust in.
He was close and was grappling for why the hell it was taking you so long. He felt how you squeezed his cock over and over. Your breathing slowed whenever it happened and there was a certain flicker going off in your half-lidded gaze. Your walls got tighter each time, but never released. For once in his life, Toji Fushiguro thought he had met his match in stamina. There was a click of his tongue, “What the fuck are you waiting for? Are you a dog? Only can cum on command, bitch?” His words came from annoyance and impatience.
You nodded.
Trained her like a bitch, didn’t you?
“Cum.”
There was finally release. The hot iron brandish pressed hard into your walls, your abdomen, your throat. Your walls shuddered so violently, Toji nearly lost grip. A beat behind you, his cock thrusts jerked. You’re mouth opened with a silent moan, all muscles tensing in response. Hot. He was hot and fast and you felt each rope melt along your walls and drip off.
Pulling out his softened cock, Toji looked to the dark tile ground beneath you coated in a mix of a translucent glaze and thick white. He took mercy on you then, leaning and looping an arm under your back and pulling you to him. Your arms wrapped around his neck and for a sprinkle of a second he could see what Megumi saw. One hand held you up under your ass while the other pulled his sweats up. The house was quiet once more as he grabbed paper towels to clean you up.
After all was said and done, Toji sat on the couch with you on his lap, nestled into the crook of his neck. His hand supported your back as you sniffled your way back to the present day. He wasn’t great at aftercare and if he were being honest, any quick fuck had ended when he came (which was usually last). He was indifferent to the sniffles and indifferent to the way you made little sounds of comfort to yourself. You were doing what you needed to to keep yourself together. If that included reliving each moment Megumi placed a loving hand to your cheek and cooed at how well you did, then so be it. Who you craved at the end of the night wasn’t him.
Toji wasn’t one to be possessive - yet he rubbed small circles on your back, believing that he could be.
#after long deliberation#i've decided to repost this fic from the old blog in 2021#idk i'm really attached to this fic and it's been collecting dust in my drive so i thought that it was time to re-release it into the wild.#brought back good memories <3#esp since jjk is? has? ended?#i pasted it as is and it was really nice looking back at old commends from my friends who beta read it all the way back then.#i don't have most of my old fics which makes me a little bit sad. i do regret deactivating all that time ago#i didn't save anything and the laptop it was on no longer turns on#u can thank friend for encouraging me to repost it as well since i was on the fence for a while ;v;#afab!reader cw#cheating cw#infidelity cw#dacryphilia cw#temperature play cw#burning cw#smoking cw#toji x reader#toji fushigro x reader#jjk x reader
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their name is mirren! they're a.... detective maybe?? i mean they say they're a detective but there's no way that's true. they'd probably take at least three hours to realize there's something off about gingi. also they would likely be found in the cinema, after you've wandered around a bunch and some time has passed. there'd be an option to talk to the weirdo standing awkwardly by the popcorn butter station, and they would immediately say something so strange and stupid that the narrator needs a minute to process it
uhhhhhh i doubt many ppl will wanna but if u wanna ask questions (about or to them) feel free to, just make sure to specify that it's for them in the ask. i might do a quick doodle :)
#dialtown#dialtown fanart#dialtown oc#oc#original character#phone head#fanart#i'm surprised that (as far as i can tell) nobody's used one of those cool keyboard phones for an nb dialtown oc yet#like.#how has nobody done that yet#lmk if someone has btw lol#i can't find any#i used to have a keyboard phone that didn't work#id use it as a mini laptop and pretend i was doing business things#id call it tax time#i killed a man in the game one time and i ended up writing a fake confession on my fake laptop to frame my at the time 5 year old brother#i was a very normal child
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