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Reblong to give someone an ice cream sanditch.

Evgeny Sedukhin - “Symphony of the sixth blast furnace” (1979)

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Open Arms

PART I: Fix You  |   PART II: The Sun Will Rise  |   PART III: Closest to Heaven | PART IV: Open Arms

Pairing: Toji x Reader

Genre: Angst

“Lightning never strikes the same place twice.”

“I have a little sister,” Megumi muttered in the passenger seat. Amazement and joy were evident in his voice. Toji put on his seatbelt and hummed in response, slightly amused by his son’s reaction. It’s like he still can’t believe it. 

It was sunny when they entered the cafe earlier. Now, it started to rain. The weather seemed to be mimicking the turn of events; finding out about his daughter with you and finding out that you have someone else now.

“Aimi’s very pretty; she looks like her.” A sincere smile made its way to Toji’s lips as he tapped on the steering wheel’s shiny yet rough surface. “Y/N’s got a boyfriend,” He added, laughing bitterly, nodding his head as if the information was just starting to settle in. Toji sniffed as he looked ahead, trying to think of something other than the image of you, your boyfriend, and his daughter walking away.

It hurts too much. And Toji doesn’t think he can move on from you.

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if you haven’t seen the brotherhood bloopers yet ur missing out

the way you write toji just makes me feel so warm n fuzzy inside:(( like cuddling a teddy bear:(( waaaahhhhh wanna give him smooches:((

omg thank you sm!! 🥹🫶🏼 this is such a huge compliment <33

no because i just want to make toji gentle even with his ragged edges and sharp corners; open even with his built walls; loving even when he himself grew up loveless.

he deserves to be loved, yes. but he deserves to love too. he deserves a healthy and loving relationship, and many kind things!!!

(also, im absolutely smitten with him so i always end up projecting my desire for overflowing affection on him 😭)

like:

ღ latching yourself to toji’s side like an octopus whenever you two lay on the bed. it always makes him laugh, his shoulders shaking and the laughter spilling from his throat like deep rumbles, and you press your face on his shoulder to hide your growing smile. it’s useless though because toji can feel your lips stretching over his skin and he can feel the faint tremors of your stifled laughter, and his heart swells because wow. wow. toji never thought that he’d get to enjoy a quiet and domestic afternoon like this. but here he is, with you, letting the hours crawl by. and toji would not like it any other way.

ღ picking flowers with toji :((( when you told him that you wanted to “get flowers,” he didn’t think that you meant physically plucking them from the soil at the local flower farm. so there he is, using a crumpled take-out bag as a substitute for a basket to hold the flowers that you’ve plucked while you weave past strangers, casting fleeting looks behind you to check if toji’s still on your tail. he is. it’s not like toji would ever let you stray away from his eyes.

“having fun, kid?” toji asks when you finally amble back beside him, sagging in exhaustion and using his side to prop yourself up. toji’s arm wraps around your waist to support you, gently coaxing you to rest your head on his shoulder.

“yeah,” you reply, peering up at him. “thanks again, toji.”

toji bends down and kisses your forehead. “of course.”

ღ going out for breakfast with toji in the corner diner, at 05 am, because you two were having a terrible night — you two have had your arguments here and there, and every one of them always left toji feeling unsure all of a sudden; always had him asking himself, “would they leave me now?” even though he himself knows that you are not cruel like that — and neither of you two were able to sleep well so a very early morning breakfast it is.

the silence officially breaks when toji slides his cup of coffee to you. “want a sip, baby?”

you nod, softly sniffling. “yeah,” you say, your voice wavering.

toji’s heart clenches, and so he decides: to hell with it, and he stands up from his seat to slide beside you. your shoulders tense ever so slightly, and toji murmurs an apology before slowly pulling you into his arms.

“i’m sorry,” toji repeats. “i’m really sorry.”

you shake your head, your arms coming up to wrap around toji as well. “i’m sorry too,” you whisper.

you two hug each other tighter for a few more moments before slowly straightening back up and returning to picking at your breakfast. toji watches as you sip on his coffee and softly smiles at you when you slide the cup to him again.

you two will spend the rest of the day making up to each other, and, like always, it shuts up the gnawing turmoil in toji’s heart.

(and in yours too.)

C R U C I F I C A T I O N

Theatre Kid! Eren

+++ Nerdy theater kid Eren, Dick sucking, smut, cum facial, nervous eren innocent eren, fat balls, thick chode dick (7 minute read)

Theater kid! Eren who had spent weeks between his days with you and at rehearsal stressed out of his mind. Going through play runs, lines, fittings and makeup. Going to bed almost nightly in tears because he was sure he messed up his lines earlier at rehearsal. Or that he was completely off key on the last verse.

So many evenings you spent pulling his head into your lap as he shoved his face further into your thighs from shame and disgust. He was a hyper critical perfectionist. For such a timid guy you’d never seen him get as abrasive and as downright cruel as those days he was dissatisfied with his performance. Some evenings he’d butt the heels of both palms against his temples while muttering “fucking idiot” to himself over and over because of one note that he suddenly remembered he sang offbeat.

But all of the self flagellation and discipline was all worth it to him in the end to finally get on stage and deliver all his lines and hit all his notes exceptionally. And to do it while trying to inconspicuously seek out your gaze in the theatre as you watched him during the final performance. Knowledge of your presence was his safety charm from embarrassment and fuck-up’s amongst the intimidating crowd laid out beneath him. He'd see you sitting to the far left and his heart rate would quicken up, his large palms would sweat. All Eren desperately wanted to ask you in that moment while he acted on stage was “am I doing ok?” and “are you proud of me baby?”

He was so incredibly eager for your praise, and so eager to find you after the show.

You did find him after the show, seeing him from afar in the theater hall looking back and forth over his shoulder antsily trying to see if you were coming. He was nervously playing with the loose thread at the very bottom of his shirt and his toes were pointed in that pigeon toed way that they get when he felt insecure or worse; abandoned. All the other actors had a small crowd of family and friends gathered around them. But all Eren had was you. He was slouching, nervous and already growing a childish pout.

You jogged right up behind him, yanked his arm down and landed a big fat kiss right on the apple of his cheek. Leaving a ring of speckled gloss there.

The redness that creeped up his neck came almost immediately. But not as quickly as him turning around to grab at your face and squish it, leaning down so he could put his full body weight into kissing you.

Poor little dumb Eren.

So, so eager to finally have a girlfriend and do all sorts of “hanky panky,” as he liked to call it. That he often forgot how to control himself in public.

He was shaking like dog, kissing you with so much fervor. So much anticipation. You could barely find space to pull back and gift him the pretty floral bouquet you got him as congratulations for such an amazing performance. But when he saw it he smiled wide and eager, from ear to ear. His gratitude brushed up to the moon.

You were so proud of him. It was obvious.

So it should’ve came at no surprise to him then really, when you begged him to take you back offstage. Under the guise of wanting a “guided tour” of the theater's inner workings from the actor himself.

Of course It wasn’t allowed but it was the only rule Eren thought he was breaking.

You somehow managed though to put him in the sound technician's arm chair while you gagged on his chubby dick, bobbing up and down on the only part of his veiny meat that fit inside. He was a moaning, whiney mess. Lifting his hips so far off the chair and pushing your head away.

You were slurping so good, sucking right off his thick dick with a puffy smack to your lips just to go back in and suckle his red tip. To dig your tongue into his little pee slit.

He whimpered audibly.

“N’more..n’mor—“

You pressed the front of your tongue flat under his red mushroom head, sealed your lips and suckled and suckled. Like you were gonna suck all the little drops of pre-cum out of him.

He warbled “No!—ah. It hurts”

He was gasping for air and sobbing.

Despite his shaky pink hands and his pink red tip you kept suckling.

Of course it didn’t hurt, but your dumb baby boy didn’t have the right words to convey that it felt so good it overstimulated him.

You started rubbing Eren’s saggy balls that he was so insecure about, fondling the sack that was gonna get you pregnant one day. And when you could feel his balls pulling up against his cock you sucked one last aggressive pulse on him before angling his dick to your face and letting him squirt and spittle ropes upon ropes of warm goopy cum on your face. Dripping down your face, in your eyelashes, drenching your engorged lips and sliding down your chin back onto his dick.

You grabbed his dick again to clean it off but he feverishly pushed your head away “No d-don’t” with a pitchy whine.

He slumped further down the chair. His rail thin thighs caged your body in at either side. When you looked up to really take a look at him, his ponytail was falling out of its hair tie. It just appeared limp and frenzied. There were tear streaks down his face.

“When we get back to my room you want me to try on my little thong collection that you’ve been wanting to see?”

Despite how tired it was, his dick’s tip twitched on his lap immediately. Revealing his interest before he could. Eren shyly nodded his head. Too spent to give you more than a hoarse “please…”

You helped him pull his pants up, and dragged him out of the theater stage with his pink and red bouquet bobbing limply by his side.