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choocokookie · 1 year

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OH SHIT THE BRAZILIAN FANDOM EXISTS!!! ummm how about... what it's like for the bloomic LIs to like someone who is... quite a bit shorter than them (about 1.50m). it can be sweet or nsfw, whichever you feel like!

Haha, yes, we exist! It is quite a small fandom, however, it is delightful to be around. Well, I really liked writing this piece... but I couldn't come with anything NSFW that was interesting to post at the blog. So, I will keep this one 100% SFW. Hope you still liking and thanks for the support <3

cw: gender neutral reader

Nightowl isn’t the tallest man alive, however, whenever he is near you it is impossible to not see his grin growing wider and wider at his lips. What can he do? You are just so adorable near him, he deeply adores to involve your delicate body with his arms and rest his chin over your head.

Teasing you is one of his favorite hobbies… After all, seeing your puffed cheeks and angry expression is too much for his heart, who warms up whenever he is able to rip out from you this kind of behavior. But don’t worry, he will never go too far… he may be a teaser, but he is not a cruel man. He just loves to provoke you, to watch you being slightly mad with him.

However, right after those moments of the man being quite mean, he will compensate you with comfortable cuddles. Owl will bring your body closer to his, so close in a point both heartbeats seem to be linked. As he rests his chin over your head, you know plenty well that it is impossible to escape from his embrace at this point… but it is ok. You know it is just his way to share his love with you, and honestly, you absolutely adore it.

Quest figure is so different from yours on an almost comic level. His tall and strong body is the complete opposite of yours, who is small and delicate… Whenever you two go out in public, it is impossible to not attract the attention from curious people. Saying that those people don't bother the man would be a lie, however, having you by his side can make all this situation way better.

The brunette is so kind with you… just like he is afraid of breaking your figure. As he holds you against his body, you can notice quite well how gentle he is trying to be with you, how much this gigantic man loves you to the point that he is scared of somehow harming you. And oh dear, it is so adorable. Your lips cross all his face, spreading sweet kisses all over it as you openly say how much you love him with all your heart.

Cuddling with him is such a good feeling… you feel so small in his grip, so protected. It is just like nothing could ever touch you again and somehow cause you any kind of harm. He is just like a big and comfortable bear, who is there to give you the affection you just crave so much.

It is almost impossible to not feel small around Toasty. A naturally tall person like them would already make anyone feel just so short, however, you are a very special case… Whenever they need to talk with you, you can notice their figure slowly curving itself until the point they are finally able to properly speak with you.

Kissing him is always a hard task, so, whenever you two want to share this sweet affectionate moment, you need to get on the tip of your toes… and it is just so cute. He never thought much about the height difference of his partners before, however, seeing you trying your best to be able to feel his warm lips against yours is something that can bring quite a cozy feeling to his heart.

Whenever you two are changing innocent touches with each other, laying over the soft bed, you can feel their chin kindly resting over your head - just like Nightowl does. In their embrace, you can realize how skinny your boyfriend is… even tho, you just love to feel so close to them at this point. You feel so small and loved by your lover.

If you taught Nightowl was a teaser, it is because you haven’t heard what Xyx enjoys making with you. At any chance he gets, he grabs an item and places it on a topper shelf, holds it right above you and intentionally avoids your kisses raising just a little bit his head. It is so adorable to see you all mad and embarrassed, doll… one of his favorite pastimes when you are around.

Don’t tho, he is more than ok to after such moments of teasing finally rewarding you with the affection you crave so much. He gently presses his lips over your neck, as he asks for you to forgive this poor man… And being completely honest with you: it is not like you can stay mad with him for such a long time. You love this man and the charm he carries with his personality… he is just so delightful.

When you come back to home, tired from your exhausting work, who seems to steal little by little your soul, you just wanna throw yourself in his hugs - and Xyx doesn’t mind even a bit with it. He firmly holds you, like he is afraid of you running away from your touch… but he isn’t rude or anything like that. The way he hugs you shows love and affection… an affection that makes his heart at least a little bit warmer.

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biribaa · 11 months

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holy shoot you know about The Brave Little Toaster?! Rad, may I have headcanons of Toaster and reader on a date? C:

Toaster and reader on a date hcs!

Istg i thought toaster was a child END UP THEYRE A ADULT??? aND THE WIKI FANDOM SAYS THEY ALREADY HOLD A ALCOHOLIC DRINK IN A BIRTHDAY CARD????? Damn.

I got too excited about my OP + AI, and then I ended up forgetting the things I had to write, srry.

TW/CW: Nothing as far as I know.

Toaster is a darling, so of course he makes a slight effort to please you on certain days. It hurts Toaster deeply to see you having bad days or feeling negative in general, so he always goes the extra effort to make you smile.

And of course he makes the food. Maybe some help would be nice, Toaster can only make a small variety of foods after all.

The thought of seeing your cute expression of surprise at his special gift for only you makes him so excited and pleased! It just gives him more motivation. Every little action is made with pure love and caring for you.

He tries to convince the others not to torment so much, one or two of them walking around wouldn't completely blow the mood, but direct intervention wouldn't go according to his plans.

The setting was perfect in his imagination, the only source of light in the room being romantic candles and perfect feast. But it ends up being just... Decent. It was good, just not how he imagined it...

You arrive home and you are faced with a table with a plate and cutlery organized. And in the chair on the opposite side of the plates, there he was, with such a gentle smile in his face.

He's so happy to see you :] your presence fills Toaster with happiness, a lot of things make him happy but you are just different, somehow.

He's not exactly shy, a lil' bit but not that much, Toaster is just pleased. It's you, his love and sweetheart having a great night, this already makes him happy. :]

While you eat, both of you chat and chat in the pleasing night. Maybe just a normal conversation with "how was your day?". Or, if you got into the mood for the night, you can continue with the romantic mood(in which will leave him quite flurstered, but Toaster retort the talking).

In the end, it was a great and sweet night. With a smile on your face, you lay down on the bed, with Toaster at your side and wrapped in your arms. Life is good sometimes and you have the right person, or just object, both can work.

#x reader #canon x reader #reader insert #the brave little toaster #tblt #the brave little toaster x reader #toaster x reader

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stararch4ngelqueen · 7 months

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Mischievous Curiosities

(Part 1)(Part 3)(Part 4)

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Time written- 11:52 a.m.

Titans! Jason Todd/fem!reader fluff/smut

(Tags: 🔞📲 Phone sex, use of toys.)

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The same day after convincing him to step off the ledge, you recall taking a seat beside him at the vacant table to listen to what Dick had to say.

From the faintest glance over your own shoulder, you saw many eyes on you. You didn’t care, Jason had never done anything wrong to you. He hadn’t done anything wrong to them, you never understood their abrupt change in behavior.

You only hoped your presence provided him some sort of comfort. You didn’t know them, but even with his hidden, somber expression by his propped up arm, he truly appreciated it.

That very next night, your abandoned phone on your bed rings from an unknown number.

A hopeful bloom of warmth rose in your chest from your immediate suspicion of who it was. You remember slipping him your phone number if he ever needed someone to talk to.

Answering the call, you never smiled so big upon hearing his voice. “Hello?”

“Hey,” he says, a faint sniffle coming from him. “Do you.. do you got a minute?”

“Of course,” your smile waned a little when you detected his wavering emotional state. “You okay?” You question, immediately concerned for where he was now, if he needed some help. “Do you wanna meet up—?”

“No, no,” he’s quick to respond, followed by another sniffle. “No, I.. I just wanna talk. You free?”

“Yeah,” you sit on your bed, crossing your legs as you got comfortable. “I’m here.”

That very phone call had mostly consisted of him thanking you, to your absolute surprise.

Full bodied words of thanks, spoken amidst breath halting sniffles and stutters in between words. Your heart ached as you patiently listened, your own tears invading your screen the closer you clutched your phone to your ear.

Jason was grateful, grateful that the person who he assumed hated him was the only one who believed him in the end. In a sense, you didn’t need his thanks, you were just doing the right thing.

You did what your heart told you to do, listening to him pour out his troubled mind over the phone as the hour grew late. Until his mind was eased enough to let him sleep.

A mere two days passed before he sends you a text while you were occupied with apartment searching on an early morning.

Hey. Wanna meet up for breakfast?

It made you smile, along with a little flutter in your chest as you liked his text before asking for a specific time.

Jason surprised you with flowers at the small cafe, a simple bouquet of roses framed with baby’s breath. He shrugged when you kept asking him the reason for them, a smile nearly permanent on his face at your reaction.

You rarely got flowers. You didn’t care much for them before, but for him to surprise you with them was a heartwarming sentiment. Another way of saying thank you for being there for him when no one else was.

The two of you spent your breakfast learning about each other, leaving the establishment knowing a whole lot more in about two hours than the months you worked as colleagues at the Tower.

The unofficially stated, preferred method of communication became long phone calls when neither of you were available. That, or random texts throughout the day when either of you needed the company and entertainment.

Jason’s texts were never dry, always interested in anything you had to say. You loved that about your quickly blooming friendship, it was never boring, never running out of room to speak of anything and everything on your minds.

As it turned out, your sense of humor was eerily similar towards his. Especially in the friendly insulting department.

One day, he called you up after Dick had finished helping you into your new apartment, your phone ringing merely minutes after the man left your front door. Talk about timing.

His laughter invaded your apartment kitchen after you struggled with how to use your new toaster oven, one of Barbara’s house warming gifts.

“It is even plugged in??”

“It is!” You yell at your phone, your hands occupied with finding a nonexistent on and off switch on the appliance.

“Try turning it on, maybe??”

“You get your ass over here and try it—!” You cut off when it occurred to you that he meant using the knobs. The bright red button blinking to life as the coils inside glow a hot orange.

“Did it work?” He speaks up shortly after your silence.

“Yeah.” You mumble, your defeated tone making him laugh.

“You’re a bit of an airhead, babe.”

Babe? Why’d he call you that?

“Fuck you, Todd.” You spit back at your screen, your cheeks dappled with color.

He would call during when you worked, sitting on the carpeted floor of your apartment. Days like these, he’d share more and more of his interests, pieces of his past, and funny memories of what few friends he has. And had.

You questioned him about this after laughing about the story of Gar hitting him on the head with a staff during a sparring session. You weren’t there to see it and only heard Gar’s version of it. Hearing Jason’s side was just as funny.

“Gar and I… we don’t talk much these days. Especially after everything.”

“You should,” you say, hoping you could get them to reconnect. “I mean, you should reach back out to him. He’s got a big heart, I’m sure he’s wondering if you’re okay.”

You knew they were friends, both boys laughing and talking nonsense behind your shoulders as you worked on the Batcomputer. Back then, the additional noise annoyed you, but thinking of it now, you preferred that then silence after everything that’s happened.

“You want me to send him a text for you?” You offer after a short silence, fingers now mindlessly fidgeting with your laptop keyboard.

“Yeah,” he replies. “That sounds nice. Thanks.”

He started with the minor pet names a little more often, to your surprise.

After waking up one morning in your bed, you were surprised at the nine hour phone call from your overheated phone, clinging to life on a measly three percent battery.

“Jay?” Your tired voice calls for him as you rub your eyes, stretching your arm out over your head. “You up?”

“Yeah,” his exhausted voice responded after a few seconds, his voice riddled with lack of sleep after the both of you stayed up until three a.m. “Morning, babe.”

“Huh?” You ask, a tickle of a smile forming on your lips.

“I said morning,” Jason repeats, as if he’d never said it at all. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

It seemed like Jason’s response to you letting those little pet names slide was to continue, which he did. After a few more easy to miss little names here and there, he grew more bold, his ego stroked every time he heard your minor stutter over your phone call.

Boundaries were slowly crossed, from playful insults, to minor flirts on his end that left you speechless, not having that quick, witty dexterity Jason was blessed with.

Speaking of boundaries, Jason had a knack for calling you late at night, when you were supposed to be asleep.

Your phone cuts off your music, the ever so familiar Caller ID popping up on your screen before vibrating.

“What, Jason?” You purposely begin with feigned irritancy, your attention focused on your laptop, in the midst of some midnight online shopping.

“Jesus,” his amused chuckle floods your room once you put him on speaker. “Did I interrupt your private time?”

“Private time?” You muse, eyebrows quirking in amusement. “What do you mean?”

“Y’know, late night activities. The usual… y’know.”

“Ohhh,” you vocally express your understanding, shaking your head as if he could see you. “Nope. Not my style.”

“You don’t use those?”

“Use what?”

“A toy, babe.”

It took a few seconds for you to reply with no, your upper body fully flushed with arousal as your fingers halt on your keyboard.

“Why’re you asking?” You question after some hesitation, a strange little hum pooling at the bottom of your tummy, but you ignore it for now.

“Just curious,” he brushes off his out of pocket commentary. “What’re you up to then, mama?”

“Just doing some shopping,” you reply, quickly submerging yourself into conversation with the man. While you had been occupied online, Jason had been lounging in his own room, struggling to sleep.

His habit of calling you up nearly every night since the very first time had never broke, not unless something important had to make either of you reschedule.

“Do you really not have a toy?” His curiosity over the supposedly past subject made you pause, having you wondering why he was so interested on it.

“I do,” you weakly admit, believing it was bad to lie to a close friend like this.

“Aww, why’d you lie to me?”

“Cause it’s embarrassing.” You mutter, slowly forgetting about your pending shopping cart full of clothes you’ve debated on getting this entire day.

“I don’t think it is.” Jason smirks on his end. “What, Is it pink?”

“No,” you bite your bottom lip for a second, closing your eyes in a sort of shame. “It’s red.”

Jason nearly snorts over the phone, muffling out a chuckle to himself. You just know he’s gonna say something about it, you know him incredibly well by now.

“You think of me when you use it, Princess?”

“Fuck you,” you whine out, your cheeks burning as bright as overheating technology.

“Know you wanna,” he rasps. “But first, you gotta earn it. Tell me the truth.”

You grunt again in a jumble of irritation and embarrassment. Jason was your friend, your very good friend. You didn’t have a right to think thoughts of him like that, regardless of how attractive he is.

The man was still fresh out of a relationship, poured his heart and soul out to you, relied on you for structural stability, the bond he craved. In term, you were on the same boat, minus the relationship.

This was wrong, it had to be. Right?

But he knew what he was doing, of course he does. How else did you get to this point?

“I do,” you exhale in defeat, crossing the forbidden border for good.

The muscles in your hips slightly quiver with a growing, aching heat in your core. He lowly chuckles, his voice slowly dropping an octave, pure sex dripping off his tongue.

“Anyone ever done this with you?”

You shook your head at first, quickly forgetting that again, he couldn’t see you. “No.”

“Must’ve had some boring boyfriends, eh?”

“Never, actually.”

This takes Jason by surprise, causing a jumpstart in his heartbeat. “You’ve never—“

“No.” God, you were so quick to reply, making his mind run wild. This means you’ve never… you really shouldn’t have revealed this to him.

“You ever taken dick before, babe?”

“Elaborate, please.” Your nose crinkles with amusement, making him scoff.

“You ever been fucked before?” He questions again. “Ever have a guy make you come?”

“I.. no.” You admit again, your heartbeat running wild in your ears.

“That’s okay,” Jason soothes, a big smile plastered on his face. “Just listen to everything I say, an’ I’ll get you there. Alright?”

You close your laptop before pushing it aside, a large air of nervousness bathing your senses. Were you really gonna do this?

“Does it feel good? Knowin’ you’re fixing to give me a private show?”

A huge part of this was exciting. Any possibility of red flags looked friendly enough to be considered green clean though. You trusted him, just as he had with you.

“Kind of.”

“S’okay to be nervous, it’s just me. Get comfortable, mama. Relax for me.”

“Okay.” You say, laying back against your bed, your hair sprawling along your pillow. It didn’t help that your nightmare was an oversized shirt and plain, cotton panties. Or maybe it did help, all for convenience.

“Touch yourself how you usually do.” Came his first request, a gentle demand that made your heart nearly jumpstart.

Your trembling hand slip under your panties, touching yourself as if for the very first time. The muddled warmth in your tummy that formed since the start of this conversation resulted in your fingers delving along your slippery wet heat, nearly making you shudder.

“You wet, baby?” He asks, hearing the faint hitch in your breath you attempted to hide.

“Mhm.” Was all you could say.

“S’okay, babe,” he exhales, the hem of his sweats pushed down under his waist, grasping the head of his cock in hand. “Let those pretty sounds out. Lemme hear you.”

Your fingers hesitantly trail over your swollen clit, your breath hitching again from newfound sensitivity. Two fingers stroked along yourself, gently pinching your bud in between, making you hold a muffled whine.

Jason pictures the sight of you now, pussy hot and wet and aching for cock. What he’d give now to replace your fingers with his, lips plastered against your sticky clit, your hands grasping against his curls as he busies himself in between your thighs.

Imagining what his mouth must’ve felt like, those plump lips drinking up your syrupy sweetness left you nearly moaning, clasping your phone against your chest. Your pussy clenches over nothing, desiring to know what it feels like to be stretched wide and full of Jason’s cock. Rugged hands grasping the fat of your hips as leverage as he fucks you into the mattress.

“Can almost hear how wet you are, babe,” he mutters against his phone, tucked snugly against his head and shoulder as he brings his hand towards his tongue, collecting spit to smear along his cock.

“Lick your fingers, an’ play with those tits, Princess,” Jason requests, imagining your fingers slipping under your shirt, pinching your eager little nipples. He’d do the exact same, pinching them until they’re sore before repeating the action with his teeth, watching each abused breast bounce once he releases it.

Turns out, you thought the very same, hooking your shirt up just enough with your thumb to squeeze along your chest, sighing with the additional friction.

“Take out that toy you were talkin’ about. Wanna hear how it works.”

You say nothing at first, leaving him slightly concerned. That feeling quickly diminishes once he hears shuffling along your blankets, the dull glide of your drawer getting pulled open making his smirk return.

“No way is that toy gonna fuck you stupid,” he mutters instantly into the phone. “That’s gonna be my job. Y’hear me, babe?”

Those filthy words nearly set your nerves on fire, causing a trembling change in your breathing.

“Mhm.” You nervously reply again.

“Shy little baby,” Jason lightly cooes, amused by your hesitancy. “M’waiting, Princess. Play with that toy, lemme hear you.”

He waits anxiously as your nerves make your thumb tremble along the button of your red vibrator, his own hand coming to a halt as he does so.

It takes a good moment for the phone call to pick up a slow, muffled buzz, but the sudden little whimper that erupts from your lips makes it all worth it.

“Ohh my God.” Jason mutters to himself, feeling lightheaded as he feels himself throbbing in hand.

He fights back a grunt himself while fisting his cock, wanting nothing more than to be buried deep into your tight, warm cunt. Jason wondered just how many noises he could pull out of you, bullying his cock deep into your inexperienced pussy until you screamed.

He never expected this, but he’s beyond glad that he pried. The Titans’ smart brains of nearly every operation, now resorted to becoming his quivering little virgin, getting off on his voice while fucking yourself with a fake cock, imagining it to be his.

Your naturally induced whimpers confirmed that, your phone slipping out of your hand as you weakly your breast again.

You whine a bit louder, your approaching climax so close you could taste it. Having an audience to this otherwise private, sensual event had you feeling unvisually exposed, completely vulnerable to the man who started this.

“That thing have settings?” Jason voices out over speaker.

“M-mhm,” you whimper out, silently thanking him for the question. “Yeah.”

“Turn it all up baby,” he urges, his voice growing raspier with his quick, frantic breathing. “All the way high.”

Quickly doing what you were told, your thumb shifts over the settings, quickly clicking on said highest setting. Your spread thighs immediately tremble with the sudden change of pace, the loud whirr of your toy invading your bedroom, along with your sharp gasps and abrupt moans.

“Ohh, good girl,” Jason nearly groans out, the muscles along his stomach tightened with urgency. “Good fucking girl. Wanna hear you come, babe. Wanna hear you make a mess of my fat cock. That’s what you want, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whimper out while your back arched off your bed, your bucking hips begging to be held down by his strong, calloused hands. Your chest heaved, dampened nipples exposed to the heated air, begging for a touch other than your own.

Jason’s audible presence was more than enough for you now.

“You wanna cum, babe? Wan’ me to fuck that little pussy?” Jason pants out, his voice slurring with an arousing ruggedness that shot shivers down your spine.

“Gonna ruin you, Princess. Gonna break you in good— shiiit, gonna ruin you for any other guy. That what you want?”

“God, y-yes Jason!” You gasp out, your head tilting back with another vulnerable whine, your eyes sealed shut.

“Good girl. That’s my good girl— Fuuuck!” Jason grunts out, his head buried back against his pillow, adam’s apple bobbing as he pants hard, eagerly stroking his soaking wet cock faster, fully leaking with thick, stringy precum.

“I-Jaaay.” Your sweet, quivering little voice calls out to him, your trembling fingers attempting to keep a strong hold on your vibrator. “Shit. Jason, I-I’m—“

“Yeah, I know,” he pants out, keeping a tight squeeze on his phone. “Come on, babe. Come for me, come on this cock. Lemme fill up that perfect little pussy.”

A sweet, burning release nearly blinds you, muscles tightening as your cunt quivers, releasing along the toy with a series of broken, genuine cries of ecstasy.

Jason never heard such genuinely erotic sounds come from your lips, pushing him off the edge after successfully nudging you to it. Thick, hot ropes of cum bead along his abdomen, the muscles in his neck growing taunt as he vocalizes his finish through gritted teeth, gasping for breath shortly after bucking into his fist.

The nearly two hour call goes quiet, filled with nothing but two deflated, sexually satisfied people gasping for breath in their own beds.

Your cheeks remained flushed as your orgasm died down, your toy shut off seconds before you accidentally set yourself off into overstimulation. Your mind, after regaining some logical sense, wondered what the fuck just happened, but you weren’t ashamed.

Retreating your red toy away from your sticky cunt, your reddened cheeks heat further from the sight of strands of your arousal clinging along the device. Picture worthy evidence of what your close friend had done to you.

Your eyes catch a weak glimpse of a bundle of dried roses along your vanity after your trembling hand placed your toy on your nightstand. The same roses you debated on hanging on your wall for decoration, still secured together by your favorite colored bow.

Oh shit, you quickly realize. He had took you out on a date.

You may never have been friends to begin with.

“Babe?” His soft pant calls for you over the phone, snugly tucked underneath your shoulder after your vigorous activity. “You there?”

“Yeah.” You grasp hold of your phone, putting it off speaker before bringing it close to your ear. “I’m here.”

#Jason Todd #jason todd x female!reader #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader smut #titans jason todd #dc jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd smut #the toaster oven bit happened with me so now you gotta do it too #I’m not good at writing out phone sex so like #there’s that #🧍🏽‍♀️

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miyakuya · 1 year

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— who fell in love first and who fell harder (part 2)

featuring: twisted wonderland, blooming panic, and mikaela hyakuya

part one | part three

first; while it may not have been love at first sight, they couldn’t help but fall head over heels for you faster than anyone, even themselves, could expect. even if they didn’t admit it, you could tell as soon as it happened

— Nightowl, Trey Clover, Ace Trappola, Ruggie Bucchi, Rook Hunt, Silver Vanrouge

harder; they weren’t necessarily meaning to fall in love, the idea was something that didn’t seem like they really deserved it or that it wasn’t something they could really do anyways. the moment they realized they were in love though, however, it hit them hard and they were definitely not losing you now

— Xyx, Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Sebek Zigvolt, Mikaela Hyakuya

both; they fell in love fast and hard. they didn’t mean for it to happen but they weren’t going to complain. the way they fell in love was like riding in the front seat of a roller coaster going down the first drop. they didn’t want to lose that feeling and they certainly didn’t want to lose you

— Naked Toaster, Quest, Cater Diamond, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, Floyd Leech, Epel Felmier, Kalim Al-Asim, Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge

taglist: @astro-pioneer

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0rphiichaze · 1 year

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“Ughh… what time is it..?”

The pleasant drag of Toaster’s drowsy voice cuts through the previously quiet atmosphere, pulling your attention away from the laptop at your fingertips. Frosty blue eyes flutter open, meeting your own. You turn away from them for a moment to look back at your screen.

“2:17.”

He groans and rolls a bit closer to you.

“Shit…”

You reach one hand out, slowly carding your fingers through their silky smooth locks. It draws out a sleepy hum from his lips, and they subconsciously lean into your touch.

“Why didn’t you wake me up..?” His voice is still a quiet murmur, purred into the bed sheets pressed against his cheek. You simply shrug, though a smile comes to your lips.

“‘Dunno.”

Your tone of voice says otherwise, causing Toasty to peek one eye at you. You can’t help but chuckle at their expression. “You just looked cute I suppose.”

A familiar sputter of syllables slips from their lips, and he buries his face back into the bedsheets. You can’t help but laugh, carefully pulling your hand from their hair. Or at least, you attempt to.

Their hand catches your wrist and drags you back — planting your hand back in his hair. Their hand stays loosely wrapped around your wrist, his skin much warmer than usual. Another quiet chuckle slips from your lips.

“God, you’re adorable.”

He groans, but doesn’t reply.

✩ Reblogs are appreciated !!

#What if I told you I consumed toaster content 4 two straight hours so I could get their character #Yes I do have a list of notes I took on him what about it #My brain is still blocked but I think these little pieces are helping???#I don’t really like the ending but WHATEVER #bloomic #blooming panic #nakedtoaster #nakedtoaster x reader #nakedtoaster bloomic #nakedtoaster bp #nakedtoaster x y/n #✩ Shnooks Writing !!

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arechickensreal · 6 months

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can you do some toaster (blooming panic) x artist!reader headcanons? (it's okay if not ofc!!)

RAHHHHH FINALLY A BLOOMIC REQUEST!! IM SO HAPPY ! THANK YOU ANON!! I took this as mostly a visual arts perspective because I assumed that's the kind of art that you were talking about.

✿ NakedToaster with a S/O Who’s an Artist ✿

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He likes to draw a little bit as a hobby, but doesnt take it too seriously. So hes intrigued when you bring up the fact that you’re an artist.

Very impressed when you show him your art for the first time!

Like he thinks its so cool.

If you drew him he would literally like. Break. Melt.

He would keep the file/physical copy forever!!

Sometimes he likes to try and do some of your drawings in his own style

If you do commissions he’ll always be promoting them

Hell, he promotes your art regardless

He would probably commission you to draw his favourite characters, or his FFXIV avatar.

OR BIG MARTY FANART !!

Would definitely buy you art supplies and stuff just as little presents.

Like if you mention a specific paint, or pencils, or markers, whatever you need, there would suspiciously be that exact thing that you mentioned waiting for you

It makes him really happy when you use the supplies that he gave you.

Like!! You made that masterpiece! With something HE gave you!

Makes him very proud

If you do exhibitions or gallery shows, he definitely goes with you to support you.

Has your art hung up on his walls in his condo, especially at his desk and near his computer

Also likes watching you draw/paint/do your art

He thinks its such a fascinating and interesting process!

Just how your hand moves, with each stroke of a brush or pencil, and how it all comes together

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Rules for Requests/Asks || Masterlist || Send asks/requests here!

#blooming panic #bloomic #nakedtoaster #nakedtoaster x reader #nakedtoaster blooming panic #nakedtoaster bloomic #toaster my beloved #thank you anon ily #ren answers asks

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sunshowerwriting · 2 months

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making nakedtoaster and you a matching bracelet

toaster isnt the most jewelry wearing person. however, that doesnt mean they wouldnt appreciate your thoughtfulness, and because its coming from you he would absolutely wear it. its odd that toaster isnt much of a jewelry person, it certainly looks good on them. you clearly know that, but this little bracelet was more about the feelings behind it than adding to his wardrobe.

a beautiful, hand made threaded bracelet looks perfect adorning toasters wrist, but the thing thats most important to them is that now whenever youre apart, you both have something to remind yourselves of each other. they love having a reminder of you when youre apart. and they also admire your craftsmanship, the bracelet is beautifully crafted.

for: @zurilurii

#dividers by cafekitsune #🌦️ writes #toaster may be a tad ooc #but im not gonna lie i havent played his route in a long time now #so … sorry #x reader #x gn reader #blooming panic #blooming panic x reader #bp nakedtoaster #nakedtoaster #nakedtoaster x reader

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shroomje · 1 year

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Grocery Shopping ♡ Spencer Reid

Headcanons

Warnings: nothing i can think about, references to autistic spencer,

Reid gets overestimated pretty easily in grocery stores

He uses noise canceling earbuds (i would guess 'Loops')

Makes a very exstensive grocery list

Cannot shop alone, but theres only a couple people he'll shop with

Those people include (but are not limited to) Aaron Hotchner, (Y/n)/reader, Jennifer Jareau

He will never shop with penelope garcia nor derek morgan ever again

They're too chaotic

Sometimes has to wear sunglasses because the lights bother him

Always buys toaster strudels

Uses self checkout

Will only buy whats on his list

Doesnt cook a lot and usually eats premade meals, but sometimes, father Aaron will teach him some recipes that he cooks regularly

Will try every flavour of toaster strudel at least once

Pillsbury baked goods are his favorite

Always buys the premade sugar cookies that come out around the holidays

A/n:

Idk if you all noticed, but im in love with him♡

#spencer reid #cm #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds headcanons #hc #headcanon #spencer reid headcanon #criminal minds hc #cm headcanon #grocery #grocery shopping #market #toaster strudel #autistic spencer reid if you squint #autistic spencer reid

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spamtondoingthings · 3 months

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spamton scolding your toaster bc it burned a part of his bagel

#please read my pinned before interacting #please dont flood my notifs #spamton doing things #spamton #spamton x reader #kinda #how do you yell at a toaster

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730bliss · 10 months

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darby blows up your toaster

reader gn <3

it was late at night, or rather, early in the morning. the sun was just barely coming up, and not even the birds were singing yet. all of a sudden, you hear a loud noise that made you jolt out of bed.

*BOOM!!!*

“what the-!” you said, as you sat straight up, and reach over for your boyfriend out of instinct.

except, he wasn’t there. instead, you heard obnoxiously loud laughter.

“ugh,” you rolled your eyes.

of course he would be up to something! but this early already?? you knew you should’ve trusted your gut when Darby asked if his friends can “crash on your couch” just a few hours ago.

you threw on some slippers and walked to the back door.

and there it was. the scene of the murder.

your beautiful toaster you had used to make countless pieces of perfectly cooked bread. Darby and his friends noticed your arrival. but, you didn’t look at them. no, you were too focused on the kitchen appliance that served you so many good lunches, breakfasts, and dinners. now smashed to bits, with smoke all around the air, black soot around it, and the small red firecrackers they stuffed into it.

thank god you lived in the country.

Darby came over to you.

“don’t worry,” he said. “i thought ahead this time!”

“yeah, this time,” you rolled your eyes, and began to walk away.

“go look in the kitchen!” he yelled as you stepped in the house.

and low and behold, a brand new, technologically updated toaster was waiting just for you!

next to it was a card, it was one of those “i’m sorry” cards.

it read: “sorry, we got bored. love you! -darby”

#aew #darby allin imagine #all elite wrestling #Darby allin #toaster #fanfiction #aew fanfiction #fanfic #gender neutral fanfic #darby allin x reader #darby likes to blow up things #angst #major character death #rip toaster #i wrote this bc im hungry #i want breakfast now!

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choocokookie · 1 year

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Omg okay—but like, imagine a fic where Toasty is playing FFXIV and reader walks in, sits on his lap, distracting him and messing him up in his game 🤭🫣 begging you to make this please 🙏 (nsfw if you will ;))

Sure. I couldn't keep the ask 100% NSFW, but it still pretty suggestive. I hope you enjoy it, sorry for taking too much time to finish it. :)

Sometimes, all you needed was a bit of attention… but what would happen when your boyfriend pays more attention to such a silly MMO instead of his beloved lover? Well, surely the result would be quite messy, to say the least.

cw: gn reader, suggestive content (nsfw?)

minors dni

Sometimes, all a person needs is a bit of attention from the one who stole their heart… Sometimes, all they crave are some kisses and touches, a bit of love in such a lonely moment. Sometimes, all your boyfriend needs to do is to stop playing Final Fantasy XIV and pay some attention to the needs you carry - which in this case, it wasn’t something Toasty was doing.

The one with long hair was clearly more interested in raiding his beloved game than actually paying attention at how much you needed a bit of his love at the moment… and all this made you bite the inside of your cheek in disappointment. All you wanted was to feel his hands running all over your body, to feel the warmth of his skin against yours, to just give him your soul who needed more than anything else in this world a bit of pleasure.

However, all this made you have a malicious idea… a malicious idea which would definitely disconcert a bit your lovely lover. As you came closer to them, the one with beautiful diamond blue eyes fixed their glasses at their face and looked up to you, wondering what you were doing and pretty curious about your intentions… And surely, they got quite surprised the moment you got over their laps, with this provocative grin over your lips. The tall figure started to feel hotter and hotter as the red took fully part of their face.

“What are you doing?” asked the male towards you, with his usual voice, not actually paying much attention to the situation - something that he would regret pretty soon. You could easily notice his cheeks becoming slightly more pink and feel against his chest his heart beating a little bit faster… which surely was a sign to the path of success to you. Putting a kind smile on your lips, pretending it was a simple innocent act with no second intentions behind it, you answered him “Oh, I just wanted to see my boyfriend playing… any problem, sweetie?”. Oh, you were such a vicious liar… you were so cruel with this poor boy, and surely, he quite loved this side of you.

Swallowing, he gripped strongly the mouse of his computer and tried his best to focus on his game… however, allowing him to pay attention wasn’t something that was in your plans. Without the slightest mercy inside your heart, you moved yourself around, just like you were trying to find a comfortable position over the thin thighs of your boyfriend. Such an action made this poor person so embarrassed… he just wanted to strongly grip your waist and make you stop moving so much.

But it wasn’t like they were bothered by such actions… they must say: as much you were driving them mad, they were quite into such a lewd provocation you were performing over their legs. Each second that passed, it was more clear how much they were being affected by you, how you were able to successfully accomplish your plan. With a cruel grin on your lips, you asked the blond figure: “What is happening dear? You look so… adorable.”

At this point, the man already knew plenty well that this angelic expression you had over your face was only a lie, a way to hide the true intentions you had behind such a seemingly innocent action. Finally, you heard him muttering something to his partners in such a raid, before disconnecting his headphones and closing the game… without thinking twice, he strongly gripped your tights and buried his face at your neck, trying to somehow calm his beating heart. Hah, you had success on your mission to mess up with this boy.

You turned in his direction, running your hands over his chest and arriving until a certain down area, gently resting there. Such a thing made the poor man arche at your touches, however, this reaction only incresed once your locked your soft lips over his bare neck.

Now, Toasty was all yours… You will be sure to kiss him, provoke him and drain every single drop of stamina that he may have inside such a body. You were ready to enjoy pretty much the attention your boyfriend wanted so badly to give you… no, that he NEEDED to give you.

#bloomic x reader #bloomic #blooming panic x reader #blooming panic #blooming panic fanfic #bloomic fanfic #nakedtoaster x reader #nakedtoaster #toasty #toasty x reader #toaster x reader #naked toaster #nakedtoasted fanfic #toasty fanfic

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toaster-hair · 9 months

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There’s a Human in the Neighborhood! (chapter 5)

(important authors note: Hi nyall :3! Sorry i havent written in so long, ive been more hyperfixated on other things like across the spiderverse and lolita fashion, and i’ve also been working on other projects. I have a skullgirls au tumblr blog, my original comic raw!fruit, im redrawing the welcome homes cast’s portraits with my own headcanons added, as well as general oc content. But with welcome homes new update, it motivated me to write again. I feel as though when welcome home is finally finished up, ill rewrite this entire fic to make much more sense. Anyways, heres a content warning. As said before, this fic focuses on how gross human anatomy can confuse wholesome puppets. Its a bit hard to write about gross anatomy stuff without veering into nsfw territory, so suggestions would be appreciated. But this chapter in particular is about periods! The fic is written about a gender neutral AFAB reader, so if youre amab or if periods are just off the table for you, feel free to skip!)

A painful stab at your stomach woke you up from your slumber. “Ough..” your sudden movement spooked your cat. You held your torso in pain, feeling a sharpness in your pants. It was still dark, with the only light being the sun coming through your blinds. You stood up, making your way to the bathroom and….

Blood. Lots and lots of blood stained your undergarments. That explained the sudden pain you were feeling, it was just that time of the month! You went back to your bedroom to make sure you didn’t bleed the bed, grabbed some clean clothes, and turned the shower on. You also grabbed some pads out of the cabinet under the sink. You brought them from your old house but you should probably buy some more later.

You stepped into your shower and let the warm water soak your body head to toe, flourishing yourself with all kinds of soap. Once you were finally cleaned up, you stepped out and dried yourself. You put on your clean clothes, grabbed some pain killers, and went back to bed.

You woke up once again a few hours later. You got up, did your morning routine, had breakfast, fed your cat, and picked up the phone. You decided you would call in sick because of the pain and nausea. God, why does the first day have to be the most painful? You dialed the number for FishEgg Boba and waited for an answer.

“Helloo? This is FishEgg Bobaaa. How may I help youuu?” You heard Casper answer the phone.

“Hey Casper, It’s Y/N. Uhh.. I know it’s only my second day but I’m calling in sick. I’ve got… cramps real bad. I don’t wanna move that much. Is that okay?”

“Oooh. Sure that’s fiiine. Just make sure to come in tomorroww. See you thenn. Hope you feel better sooon.” And with that, he ended the call. You felt kind of bad. It was only your second day, and you were taking a break already. You were probably missing out on some training too! But at the same time, everyone made it seem like yesterday you were working too hard when you weren’t even on your period! You can’t imagine what it’ll be like to work like that while on your period.

You then remembered your plan to get more pads. You were good for now, but it was always a good idea to stock up. You put on some outdoor clothes consisting of some basic gym sweats and a baggy jacket. You gave your kitty a goodbye kiss on the forehead and headed out the door. Gee, this was the second time in a row that you went to Howdy’s.

Wait… Oh yeah they’re puppets. I forgot. I mean you forgot that they were puppets. Of course they won’t have pads. You went back inside and grabbed some money, looks like you were heading out of town after all. As you headed back out again, you spotted Wally walking out of his house as well. You walked over to him, sense you promised you would chat in the morning last night.

“Hey Wally! You wanted to talk more this morning, right?” you stared down at him.

“Oh! Yes! I wanted to know about how it went. Ah, but shouldn’t you be at work right now?” he asked.

“Oh, uh.. Yeah, the thing is that I’m uh, not feeling very well. So I’m taking the day off. I’m going back tomorrow though.”

“Ah, I see. You aren’t sick again, are you? Do you want me to go get Poppy?” He held at your knees like a dog jumping on its owner.

“No, no. Not sick, it's just.. I may gross you out at the explanation?” You gestured with your hands “Is that okay?” You asked. He stared at you with a blank expression but nodded his head.

“Okay so basically uh.. When a human with a womb starts puberty.. Uh, and a womb is used for baby making purposes by the by, their womb starts to shed for a couple of days straight each month. That’s because the womb wants to make a baby but doesn’t have the ingredients to make one, causing the womb to pump out blood. This can cause pain, nausea, all that nasty stuff. That’s just a basic explanation, anyways.” He kind of just. Stared at you with half lidded eyes the entire time. “Uh, I don’t need to explain what blood is right?”

“Oh no, we have that too.”

…

What.

“W-wait, if you’re bleeding.. Then.. did you just start puberty??” There was this look of anxiety on his face, which felt so odd and out of character.

“No, no, you still bleed even after puberty. Well, that is until you hit your 60’s or something. It’s not gonna go away for a while.. Haha, if I was still that young, I wouldn’t even be here!” You laughed at him a bit. He let out a sigh of relief.

“Sorry.. I don’t know much about how human bodies work…” He looked away out of embarrassment.

“Oh, I can show you.” You reassured him. “Ah- What??” He stared at you slightly horrified, slightly considering your offer.

“Yeah dude, there’s a ton of books about human anatomy. Going from the bone to the skin. I can order you one online! If you want, of course.” You pulled out your phone and showed him various different anatomy books.

“Oh… No thanks, I'm fine.” He turned down your offer in a slightly disappointed tone.

“That’s fine. I need to go out of town for a bit to go get something, see you later!” You waved goodbye as you started to walk to the train station. You then suddenly felt a sharp pain in your stomach, but you kept on walking.

You couldn’t see him, but you knew he was waving goodbye right back at you.

(A/N: i wrote this in one night i hope you enjoy!! Ill try to include sally and julie in the next chapter :3333)

#welcome home #welcome home fanfic #wally darling #wally darling x reader #y/n #gross #periods #menstration #x reader #toaster-hair #should this fic be abbreviated to THN or TAHITN

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yoimix · 1 year

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 | 𝐜𝐲𝐧𝐨

series: yoimix christmas event !! (๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)

pairing: cyno x reader

synopsis: sore losers don’t get to play the game anymore. cyno knows this and yet, he can’t help but sulk in your winning glow—it’s always christmas with you around, isn’t it?

prompt: holiday game night + summer christmas

genre: fluff, boyfriend au

wc: 1.4k

warnings: language, suggestive, cyno is so lovesick

a/n: miss steph @aequariem im so sorry for delaying this 😩 i hope you had the best holiday season and may you be blessed with more victories (and the short sulky man) in tcg soon 💞

There are few moments in his life where Cyno really questions his decision-making.

When he goes a little too easy on the salt during cooking, or when he gives into your puppy eyes for takeout every Tuesday—if he thinks about it deeply, you’re almost always the root cause. As much as it pains him, you’re all the more endearing that way with your habits and demands. However, whatever misjudgement he carries out doesn’t extend to this. It’s not like him to fail when he’s playing Genius Invokation TCG. You. When did you get so much better at it?

“I win!”

You clap your hands gleefully, beaten him at yet another match at the small Christmas party hosted by Nilou. He’s too straightlaced to win at bluff, and you’re too hotheaded to play poker. So, the two of you have taken to another sort of card game. Of course, with your cheerful yelling and his miserable expression, you made the game look a bit too exciting.

“So what’s my prize?” You tease, grinning ear to ear. That look only means trouble and Cyno is unprepared.

“I won’t ask for much—don’t look so glum.” You pout, before leaning in to whisper, “A kiss maybe? You haven’t kissed me all day.”

It’s too warm for him to be feeling this way. Yes, he’s dating you; and yes, you flutter his heart as though ripples on a pool. It’s effortless, and his breathing gets uneasy when left five minutes alone with you.

“Ugh.” Alhaitham scrunches up his face, earning a glare from the General Mahamatra himself.

Dehya elbows him immediately, shushing him. “They’re having a moment!”

“Well, they’re having too many moments for one night,” Alhaitham grumbles.

Kaveh stifles a laugh. “Just admit you’re lonely and miserable.”

“At least I’m not lonely and homeless.”

“Hey, now—”

The mirth of your laughter fills the warm Christmas air—after all, it never gets too cold in Sumeru. If Cyno is being honest, you’re the one who makes it feel like Christmas with your explosive joy and sparkling curiosity for all things wondrous. He stays up for hours by your side as you name the stars in the winter skies, joy unbound—he’s always wondered how you keep the flame in you alive. He’s drawn like a moth to it.

(“Acually, moths are drawn to bright light because it confuses their navigational system, so that’s a bit of rude comparison, isn’t it?” was your response to the phrase.

To be very honest, you do confuse his navigational system sometimes.)

“Alright, anyone else who thinks they can beat me?” You flex your bicep in an exaggerated gesture.

“Do we get a kiss too?” Kaveh asks, and is promptly hit in the face by a pillow. The General Mahamatra’s right arm never misses.

“That was a joke! A joke!” Kaveh covers his nose, tears in his eyes. A pillow shouldn’t hurt so much. “Nilou, do you use bricks for the stuffing?”

“Yes, it keeps my back straight for my performances!” Nilou smiles innocently.

Kaveh is rendered speechless while the others hold back laughter.

“That was a joke, Kaveh,” she giggles, covering her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I hate all of you.”

Cyno loves your laughter. It reminds him of holidays and sweet caramel pie kisses. The bells ringing in his ears stop abruptly as he reminds himself of his consecutive defeats. Oh, the shame. But Christmas Eve is no time to sulk. He bites his lower lip to keep from pouting like a schoolboy. General Mahamatra, reduced to a lovesick puppy at your hands. That should be the greater shame.

But is it really his fault when it’s you, with joy blooming at your fingertips?

“Well, if no one’s got enough balls to challenge me,” you announce, looping your arms under Cyno’s hoodie and around his waist. “I will be cuddling my boyfriend and being disgustingly romantic.”

Now, this puts Cyno in a predicament. He wants to play more with you, but for heaven’s sake, he can’t have your arms anywhere but around him. He clenches his jaw, a bit of a sulk brushed over his face.

You, on the other hand, try your hardest to suppress your smug smile. When it comes to flustering your dear, straightforward boyfriend, you’ve got a few cards up your sleeve. You’re not saying you cheated—of course not. But the visible conflict on his face is worth every dime of luck you were graced with for these games.

As Kaveh likes to say, you’re menace to society. But really, you’re only a menace to Cyno.

“You’re warm,” you mumble, snuggling closer.

“Must be uncomfortable in the heat,” he hums a response. His fingers run through your hair in a rhythm akin to clockwork.

“Not at all.”

Cyno is used to being perplexed by you all the time. You never make sense. A few minutes pass by, as the two of you enjoy people watching (Kaveh is swearing at Alhaitham; Dehya only makes it worse). It’s your favorite activity, but your friends’ antics make it a sport.

“My arm is falling asleep.” Cyno grunts, trying to sit up straighter.

You click your tongue. “Shh. Let it sleep.”

“(Name), if only you weren’t leaning your whole body weight on only my left forearm.”

“Oh, do you want to be on top instead?”

Remind Cyno why he’s wearing the hoodie again? The heat rushing through his skin makes it hard to breathe for a second or two, as he tugs at his collar. You stitched two sunflowers onto it—and the one with devil horns is supposed to represent him. That cannot be right.

“Don’t- don’t say that out loud, (name).” He clears his throat. “Everyone might get the wrong idea.”

You make your mouth in an ‘o’ shape, lowering your voice. “Shall I say it in private then? When we’re—”

You might be the only one in Sumeru that can cause a severe coughing fit within the General Mahamatra. He’s dating the number one threat to his life. No assassin could come close.

A snort follows from a distance beside you, making you turn. Nilou sticks her tongue out as though at fault. “Whoops. Did not need to overhear that. I’ll go slice the tension between Kaveh and Alhaitham. The one between you two is…”

Nilou makes a pained expression, still managing to offer a thumbs up.

“...beyond my capabilities.”

You stick your tongue back out at her. “You’re the one who set up our first date!”

“And I’m so happy for you guys but you make me want to take a bath with an electro slime.” With one last sweet smile, she vanishes to the other side of the room. It’s true that your roommate is the one who introduced you. Nilou’s intuition is as sharp as ever. You’d thank her more if she didn’t sob every time you talk about Cyno because you’re ‘simply too cute’.

Cyno turns to you with a puzzled expression. “What does that mean?”

“What does what mean?”

“An electro slime bath. That must be uncomfortable.”

You blink. Taking a deep breath, you face him.

“So she means… It’s because we’re too coupley- and- uh, she’s not doing cute coupley stuff so- uh- she’s joking that she’d rather get electrocuted.”

Yeah, there’s no way you’re explaining this one.

“Oh, no wonder she left lightning fast.”

“Oh god.”

“See, it’s because Nilou referenced an electro slime and lightning is—”

And in flash, you pull him down by the collar before he can complete, your lips on his. You thought Cyno wasn’t too fond of sweets, and yet, you taste salted caramel. For you isn’t a valid answer. It’s conceited but part of you wants to entertain the idea of it. After all, you did learn to play his favorite game, to cook with him in sync, and to share kisses where he likes them—all for him. Love is two-way rope, and both of you tug too hard.

“Do you wanna take this up to the bedroom?” You tease, pulling away.

“Sure,” he says, tucking your hair behind your ears. “What’s up there?”

“Oh, by the way, do you have protection?”

Cyno straightens, furrowing his brows. “Why? What the fuck’s up there?”

That’s it. You can no longer hold back your laughter. You swear your boyfriend is funnier when he’s not trying.

“Stop laughing, (name).” Cyno crosses his arms, a look close to offense flashing across his eyes. “I don’t have my staff. Is there something bothering you?”

You can only laugh harder, trying your best to form a coherent response with tears in your eyes. Only Cyno can make you laugh this hard, much to the abject horror of everyone else in Sumeru. In a way, they’re grateful you’re their shield against his forsaken jokes.

You roll your eyes. “Yes, Cyno. There’s a lot of stuff up there that’s oh so scary. Like my dil—”

“(Name).”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #cyno x reader #genshin impact scenarios #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #cyno fluff #cyno x y/n #genshin impact imagines #cyno scenarios #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #yoimix.fic #yoimix.event #cw suggestive #ok i know this horrible but my writers block is larger than zhonglis meatball rn #anyway if i get another couple tiktok im gonna have to try out the toaster bath bomb #cynos ideal christmas even would be binging the shrek movies w you <3

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manikasu-nyx · 2 years

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post fair headaches | bloomic x reader

just got back from the fair with my s/o and my head is splitting so I thought why not write something while I’m tired?

content/characters: nightowl, quest, xyx, nakedtoaster, gender neutral reader, xyx is a little shit, toasty is tired, some product placement/advertising

nightowl:

just as fucked up as you honestly

both of your heads are pounding but for different reasons

the movement from the rides caught up with you

he’s not used to staying up that long in the daylight

you’re both glad when you collapse into bed when you get home

you both feel sweaty and sticky when you get home but neither of you have the energy to take a shower

so you just reheat your fair food and put on a movie until you pass out in each other’s arms

“Oh my god I am so tired,” you groan, kicking off your shoes in the doorway as nightowl does the same, the both of you then struggling to take your jackets off and not drop your food at the same time.

“You’re tired? I haven’t slept since this morning,” he says, walking past you and stretching, setting his bags of food and plushies down on the counter. Looking at it now, maybe you did go overboard on the games.

“Yes, that’s an uncommon occurrence for you,” you tease, kissing his forehead as you walk to his room, immediately rummaging through your luggage to find something to sleep in. “I smell like sweat and should shower but I’ll do that in the morning.”

“Amen to that, cutie,” he says, going over and pecking your forehead, before going over to his clothes and picking out something for himself to sleep in.

“Wanna reheat our food and play cheesy movies until we pass out?”

“Oh my god. You know me so well. I love you.”

“I love you too, dork.”

quest

his head hurts a little but he’s alright for the most part

spends the rest of the night taking care of you

gets you painkillers and runs you a bath

sits with you in the bathroom with incense flowing though the house

“it’s supposed to help with headaches, I think”

if the smell is too much he immediately puts it out

but for the sake of the fic that goes with this let’s say it’s light

“Okay, I think I have everything. I got something light for you to eat when you get out, and these are some warm towels when you’re ready to dry off,” Quest says, placing the towels down on the edge of the sink, before walking over and sitting down on the edge of the tub next to you, holding his hand out to you.

You place your hand in his own, giving a warm smile as he kisses your knuckles, rubbing them softly. “Quest, you’re too good for me,” you say, your hand sinking back under the bubbles, your head sinking down a bit more into it. The soft scent of peppermint flowed through the house, making you hum softly.

“Hey, Quest?”

“Yes, Angel?”

“You know what this peppermint smell makes me want?”

“…Hot chocolate?”

“You know me so well~” you say, leaning up and giving him a peck on the cheek, him adverting his eyes to the wall until you slipped back under the bubbles. What? He’s respectful.

“Sure thing, angel. I’ll go make us some hot chocolate. And maybe get The Nightmare Before Christmas ready too,” he says, adding a wink to the last part as he left the bathroom.

And that last sentence is when you knew you loved that man.

xyx

oh this man

this mother fucker

is somehow perfectly fine

probably IS the reason for your headache

gets you on shit that flips you upside down and sideways

gets you fucked up off inertia

you’re a mess when you get back home

and he’s still trying to get you to go out

it’s only when cat intervenes do his shenanigans stop

“C’mon, love, you’re okay! The night’s barely started, let’s go and do something else! I hear there’s concert near here starting soon, we can probably sneak in!” He says, walking around the room while you contemplate if the criminal charges of hitting him with a desk lamp are worth it.

“Xyx, I’ve already told you, I’m tired and my head is splitting. Go sneak in yourself, loser,” you reply, deciding to just pull a pillow over your head, trying to ignore the pulsating pain in your brain.

“It won’t be any fun without you there! Besides, I don’t want anyone feeling me up, I’m already taken by the best person on this planet~” he coos, flopping onto the bed and pulling you over, planting kisses wherever he can reach.

Just as you’re about to consider if the punishment for 3rd degree manslaughter is really that bad, Cat comes into the room, meowing softly and jumping up onto the bed, nuzzling their obnoxious owner’s arm.

“Oh, Cat! There you are. Maybe you can help me convince no-fun over here to go out?” He asks, scratching behind the feline’s ears as they meow again, purring softly.

“Oh wait, is your food bowl empty?” He asks quietly, picking Cat up and scurrying off to go check the state of their own little corner.

You have never been happier this man was a cat owner. Maybe pampering them will give you the quiet you need. For a little while, anyway.

When Xyx comes back, he finds you passed out on the bed, hugging the pillow you had been hiding with to your chest. He gives a soft smile, before pulling the blanket over you and going to fetch some water before you woke up.

He wasn’t a complete monster, after all.

nakedtoaster

they’re tired

just absolutely fucked up

he wanted to stay home and play the critically acclaimed mmorpg final fantasy vix that has a free trial and includes the entirety of a realm reborn and

but your puppy dog eyes broke his weak soul

they regret it immediately

the rides were kinda fun after he got done screaming at the first rollercoaster

but they’re so antisocial they don’t go to fairs often so that inertia hits them FAST

you go home and take care of him while he lays in bed regretting all of his life choices

“How you holding up?” You ask quietly, placing the cup of water and some painkillers down on the bedside table, rubbing his head gently as he groans into the pillow.

“Head… splitting. I want to sleep,” he says, the headache breaking his English. You nod sympathetically, moving his head onto your lap, which he complies with easily, looking over at the items on the bedside table.

“Did you at least have a little bit of fun while we were out there?” You ask, hoping this experience wasn’t completely horrible for them. They think for a minute, before turning to look up at you, taking your hand and holding it to their head, seemingly enjoying the pressure.

“Yes, I did. Once you get past the whole there-are-so-many-people-here and post-inertia headache stuff, anyway,” they said, reaching over to the painkillers and popping two in their mouth, swallowing the water after.

“Well, I’m glad. Next time we’ll pace ourselves, okay?” You suggest, holding your pinky out to him, a small smile on your face. He contemplates it, before reaching up and interlocking your pinkies together.

“You’re so good to me. Deal.”

“Only cause you deserve it~” you say, pecking his forehead as his cheeks become slightly dusted pink.

You sit with his head on your lap for a bit longer, him and his headache enjoying the calm, and making plans for less-taxing activities throughout the night.

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