#toasty x reader

[choocokookie]

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.

#blooming panic fanfic #bloomic #blooming panic x reader #blooming panic #nightowl blooming panic #quest blooming panic #blooming panic x mc #nightowl x reader #nightowl #nightowl fanfic #quest fanfic #quest #quest x reader #nakedtoasted fanfic #nakedtoaster x reader #naked toaster #nakedtoaster #toaster x reader #toasty fanfic #toasty x reader #toasty #xyx x reader #xyx #xyx fanfic

[urfavslav]

repost from my old account lawl, gn reader mention. stoner reader mention. I luv toasty <33 kis kis

toast is slavic. half croatian, ¼ russian, ¼ polish

late breakfast consists of coffee & eggs + toast

can't cook :( he can make toast and a basic soup. has always wanted to cook, but never learned. once you moved in w him, he really wanted to learn and eventually did ! cooks a lotta foreign meals.

although he learns to cook he's frankly really good at baking

always wakes up past noon

coffee. he can have up to 3+ a day and loves using a moka pot

late night laundromat + diner date <3

was raised catholic, now he's an athiest

stoner, prefers edibles but will take a few hits if you roll a joint.while he's easy to get flustered, while high he has no defense. it's so easy

(stoner!reader) he will get u a pipe or bong for ur b-day if u like em

nightowl dared him to dye his hair. started liking it and it stuck. has regular appointments for touch ups + sensitive skin, he only uses nivea

made a funky rave sound effect for a random moment in his adventure game

loves nutella on toast. (traveled back home 2 europe once and got it on crepes) also thinks italian nutella tastes different then the other nutellas of the world

makes comments abt how pretty u r

kisses ur eyelids before you sleep and mumbles something aboutt 'thankful for bein able to see u another day + always asks for kisses (has never forgotten)

loves ur kisses . relishes in ur lips gracing his skin whether it's his cheek, forehead, lips, shoulder, wrist, etc.

sleeps w background noise when he sleeps. (cars, recorded eurovision or yt video essay) loves sleeping with the window open for fresh air ! also gets sleepy when u play with his hair n scratch his scalp

loves when you try to recreate his accents, he teaches u a few words <3 likes listening to you read and will read to u in his mother tongue

terms of endearment in his mother tongue <33333

drapes himself over you when his social battery is drained

if he had a dog, he'd have a poodle or golden doodle

back pain, from horrible posture and other experiences buut lemme explain: if he went in to the office and lets say someone has to show him papers. he definitely has to bend down a bit and I can say with my while heart he can forget he's standing while he's doing something and will 'adjust' his posture and its horrible. sleeps with a heating pad and keeps ibuprofen on him

the type to follow through w something, even if he has to stay a tad longer at work to finish a few papers so be it.

likes taking the train or metro, or bus. he enjoys seeing the scenery while traveling

also love visiting France and eu countries that border the mediterranean

only anime/cartoom he's watched is cowboy bebop

sends xyx toys n catnip for cat <3 also a cat person !! and tends to look over strays near his apartment complex

loves when you take care of his hair; whether it's simply undoing his braid and combing it out or washing it and following up with a deep conditioner

hates slippers but likes wearing socks inside the house

★ all works belong to @urfavslav , do not repost on anywhere else with or without credit, do not plagiarise. thank you !

#blooming panic #blooming panic toasty #blooming panic nakedtoaster #bp toasty #bp nakedtoaster #nakedtoaster #nakedtoaster x reader #toasty x reader #urfavslav stories !

[anxietywhitenoise]

The Gears to my Cog Chapter 3: Pet Names and Punishments

Steampunk AU, Secret Betrothal

Noble nakedtoaster and minor noble female reader

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38359528

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Notes: An autosídhe is newer type of autocar built for speed. It is much smaller (driver and passenger) than enormous and slow autozephyrs used for public transit/troop transport and the showy autonotus used by the nobility.

Xyx’s butler took one look at your face and its promise for his employer and held the door open with a deep bow. His job had never been worth risking death and this was far from the first time. You nodded at him curtly as you stepped into the office. The scratch of his pen and the tick of the clock were the only breaks in the silence. Xyx was bent over papers, the pen writing down the thoughts you could see flit across his face briefly. This man is an idiot. Perhaps if we came at it from this angle. Any other day, watching his unguarded work face would be amusing, but today there was a price to pay. You noticed all of his piercings were in place, including the two under his lip, meaning he likely didn't have clients today. Good, if it finally came down to murder, no one would be looking for him for a while. The black outfit you had chosen, while practical for working in the shop where grease often was your makeup of happenstance, also nicely hid blood if you happened to need to pummel a certain lawyer. The click of your heels on the wood finally alerted Xyx to your presence. Green eyes blinked a few times as if surprised to see you, but the slow grin that spread across his smug face said otherwise.

“Now what is that look for ducks?” He asked innocently. 

“What the hell is this?” You answered him with your own question. Toasty had stopped by the shop again that morning; something becoming a happy routine in the short two weeks since the ball. Your fellow mechanics nudged each other, catcalling the “charming couple”. Toasty, of course, looking the part of the absent-minded aristocrat; pink hair pulled back into a low tail, wisps of hair escaping, his cravat obviously hastily tied in a rush to see you. Grease and soot stain your coarse dark clothing. It never was worth wearing “good” clothes while you were working nor the skirts your mother tried to insist on. No, you were the commoner that the lord had fallen head over heels for when you rescued him from the iron dragon, or so the shop gossip liked to joke. Your mouth didn’t help the image. Toasty’s eyebrows all but disappeared at the very crass language that echoed through the boiler you had been working in. But in the end, he just laughed as you turned a shade of pink brighter than his hair. One more thing to love about him. With a smile, he had wiped away some of the soot outline left by the safety goggles before handing over the small yellow paper that you now slammed down on Xyx’s desk. Papers scattered with the breeze, but he made no move to gather them nor even glance down at the document. 

“Why it looks like a memeolex, lovey?” He leaned forward resting elbows on the desk, chin on fists. You narrowed your eyes at the second nickname. Xyx knew how to push every single button you had and never hesitated to. But today you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction. Today you would stand strong and get answers. Or pummel him. Either was truly a win in your book.

“Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. No wonder you’re one of the top solicitors in the city.” Despite knowing the acid did no damage, you let the sarcasm drip from your words. All it did was earn you a fake look of pity.

“Awww, sweetling, what has your knickers all in a twist?”

“Care to explain why Earl Toasty received one invitation to afternoon tea next Thursday. In your handwriting,” Memeolex was a fairly new technology for the masses, being powered by rare aether crystals. The military and alchemists always loathed having any aether technology slip out to the public, but money spoke. And neither Xyx or Toasty were lacking in it. Your father’s shops all had memolexes, only because of the distinction of being the Queen’s favored steam mechanic. Their use was rare to prolong the life of the precious crystal. Not something to be used for ludicrous invitations to tea that had not been cleared with you.

“Perhaps because I am inviting Earl Toasty to afternoon tea next Thursday?”

“Just what are you planning?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest with a frown. Your reputation among the other nobles wasn’t much to sneeze at, especially with your preference for trousers and tools over skirts and sewing. Not to mention your very close friendship with two of the most whispered about men in the city. If the gossips actually knew even a sliver of what Xyx did, your mother would truly have a heart attack. 

“Mwah?” He leaned back, hand to chest as if he’d been shot. What a drama queen, almost worse than Nightowl. You rolled your eyes. “You wound me buttercup.”

“Xyx, I swear…” Slamming your hands down on the desk, you leaned forward to be eye to eye with him. That was when you noticed. Dark circles, bloodshot eyes, the stubble; all of which were not the normal Xyx. Even his clothing, normally very dashing if he did say so himself, was rumpled and looked to have been slept in. Something was very wrong.

“Look, y/n.” You blinked rapidly at the change in his voice. This was a tone that you rarely heard, especially the older you both got. Serious, somber, real. Not the mask of a lawyer or a playboy. “You are by far the most precious thing in my life. Now you’re being married off to some man I know nothing about. Nor can I find any usable blackmail on.” His hand gently covered one of yours. There was a slight tremble in it. Sincerity and frustration? You’d known Xyx a vast majority of your life and you could count on one hand the times you’d heard those emotions from him. And both at the same time? Was the world ending? Was he really that worried about Toasty? “I just want to get a measure of the man and…” You hoped he’d stop right there; for once let this touching, vulnerable moment be. But we couldn’t have that could we? That wouldn’t be your Xyx. "And I have to see if he's man enough to handle my kitten."

“You…” That was the final straw, the one nickname you just couldn’t handle, and he knew it. All thought and reason left as you launched yourself over the desk. The chair and Xyx hit the floor with a loud thud. Your prey laid stunned beneath you as your fingers, strengthened by manual labor and many a late night tree escape, wrapped around his delicate aristocratic neck.

“Shit!”  Despite the fact Xyx sat much of his day at the giant mahogany desk, he was no pampered playboy, no more than you were a weak noblewoman. This man had been your first sparring partner and despite your physical work was still somehow stronger. Surprise had given you the upper hand and he was letting you have the moment, just not actually strangle him.“You’re serious about him aren’t you, love?” Emerald green eyes held your’s, measuring the words you were about to say. The seriousness of the question surprised you, your grip loosened on his neck. 

“I… I think I am.” A surge of fear warred with the spark of excitement. He grunted as you sat back on his chest mulling over the sensation. The idea of marriage had always scared you, despite the new laws, the noble households were not keen on giving their women the freedom that was due. Not even the women your age could understand your thirst for knowledge and freedom. You could count your female “acquaintance” on a single hand, your true friends numbering just three men, including the one underneath you. But Lord Toasty, he didn’t seem like the rest. His fascination with your work, and joy in your eccentricities were already evident in the short time you’d been acquainted. It wasn’t like he didn’t know all the rumors about you, some true. Nor were you deaf to the rumors about him being some sort of supernatural with the way he avoid the sunlight and noble obligations. 

“Do you think he can make you happy?” Did you even know what happiness really was? Worries and anxieties always assailed you, even at moments of calm. Xyx, Nightowl, and Quest had always all gone out of their ways to try to make you happy. But that’s never what you had been looking for. To have someone who truly respected you? That no longer seemed like a pipe dream.

“I think he could be a good partner.” You felt the deep sigh in your legs as he let out the breath. What answer he’d been expecting, you couldn’t fathom.

“I’m still going to try to find something on him, but as long as you’re happy, I won’t interfere.”

“Promise?” You wrinkled your nose at him. A smile that was rarer than an aether crystal greeted your eyes. It reminded you how much of a handsome rogue your best friend was. One day, you hoped he’d find someone who could truly respect and care for the real him.

“Promise.” You softly smile back leaning over to touch foreheads just as you had as children. When Xyx promised something to you, there was nothing short of death that would make him break it. “Now as much as I like you in this position, it might give someone the wrong idea.”

“Just you.” You swatted him playfully before rolling to the side so he could rise.  “Everyone else would rightly assume I’m attempting to murder you.” 

“So, tea next week?” He asked, offering a hand in assistance. You gracefully accepted, knees a bit creaky from clipping the desk earlier.

“We will be there. And you all will behave.”

“If that is the punishment for misbehaving…” You raised an eyebrow, daring him to continue. For the first time today, he wisely didn’t. “We will be on our best behavior,” he said making a show of straightening his mussed vest and dusting 

“Why does that scare me so much?” Despite those words, a grin crossed your face as you leaned up to kiss his cheek feeling the stubble. “Don’t forget to eat and sleep.”

“But those are so mundane,” he whined. You just shook your head at the familiar exchange. Vocally worrying about him was never allowed, but you still worried. With his father’s illness and recent death, his workload had increased exponentially. It used to be him sneaking you out the window for one of Nightowl’s late-night performances or dragging you to an illegal autosídhe race just so you could drool over the modified engines. But now you were the unannounced midnight visitor bearing copious amounts of his favorite food and drinks, covering him with a blanket when he fell asleep, pen in hand. Hopefully Toasty wouldn’t mind you continuing the watch on your best friend. Even if he did… you weren’t about to let Xyx work himself to death. It was a topic you’d have to broach after the two met.

“I’m sorry the rest of the world isn’t as exciting as you. Goodbye, Xyx.”

“Y/N.” 

“Hmmm?” His heart thumped loudly as you glanced over your shoulder. Green eyes traced the softened curves of your face, so different from the anger from moments before. That dreamy look, one he had often hoped to inspire, wasn’t for him. It would never be him “I…” Always a coward. Such simple words that he could never say when you could possibly hear them. Only in the quiet of darkness and dreams. “Nevermind.” You uttered no words; just a single curious look before closing his office door behind you. You knew him so well. Don’t push, don’t pry. Just let me be. No other woman could ever understand that, nor had they ever tried. And now… the click of the lock had never sounded so final.

#fanfic #steampunk au #gear to my cog #chapter 3 #blooming panic #toasty x reader #some xyx angst for ya

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Event?????

1 or 7, domestic style fluff with my favorite eel?? ♡♡ (it's Floyd of course)

I leave romance vs platonic up to you, gn reader so everyone can enjoy as well :)

Can't wait to see what younc9me up with!!! If you need any help or ideas come bug me, floyd sits in my head constantly like a very annoying song

Warm Mornings; Floyd Leech

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, romance

Content Warning; Some swearing

Word Count; 700+

Author's Note; Who needs a weighted blanket when you have a Floyd? I am here to deliver soft Floyd(TM) hours! (he also sits in my head constantly; the song is the low-quality Funky Town)

Even when Floyd was dead asleep, he squeezed you, and that was your situation now. You were lying on top of him, and he had you in a comfortable yet strong bear hug. Just tight enough that you couldn’t wiggle free from him. And it was normally fine, but last night someone had left the window open and now it was warm and humid in the room, making you feel sticky.

“Floyd,” you whispered, trying to wake him up gently.

A gentle snore was your answer. You should have expected that though, he sleeps like a damn log.

You tried wiggling around a bit, but Floyd just hugged you tighter on unconscious instinct and rolled over, trapping you under him. Yeah, you were officially stuck. “Floydddd,” you groaned, poking him right above his hips. “You’re crushing me.” 

Usually he would wake up by you repeatedly poking him, but he was out cold, he only just shifted, trapping your face where one cheek was pressing against the mattress, and the other was smushed up against his chest. Normally, you wouldn’t complain about this situation, but it was grossly warm. You were also too far away from your usual ‘escape the crushing weight of my dearly beloved eel route’, which was just tickling his legs and feet. Too bad your arms were pretty much pinned against the bed. 

“Floyd, get off me,” you grumbled, squirming around like a worm on a hook.

Still nothing.

Sighing, you accept your fate. Besides the humidity, it was rather nice. Sure, you couldn’t make out the crashing of the waves on the beach, the steady beat of Floyd’s heart was right up against your ear, and it was slow and steady.

Slow and steady, not two words many people would associate with Floyd. It was a calmer side that only you got to see; when you were overwhelmed, or when he was feeling soft. Yes, he was usually a bundle of energy, but even he had his quiet moments. Within the hurricane, there was always the eye, where things remained still, despite the wild winds outside.

“Mmm,” Floyd groaned, the first sign of life you’ve seen since you’d been sandwiched.

He slowly blinked his eyes, working out the sleep from them, and tilted his head down so he could actually see you, since you were still stuck between his chest and the mattress. “Heh heh, I caught a Shrimpy in my sleep!~” He drawled, voice chipper but still heavy from sleep.

“Yes, yes you did. Can you please get off though, it’s gross out,” you groaned. At least he was cute, which the wild bed head only played in his favour. How can he look so good in the morning? Maybe it’s a mer thing… “Floyd?”

He hadn’t moved, and was instead giving you a wide grin. “Hmm, maybe I should’ve called you Crabby instead of Shrimpy, Shrimpy,” he pinched your cheeks teasingly, “since you look pretty crabby right now.”

You rolled your eyes, “And maybe I should use that mushroom risotto recipe that Jade gave me for our dinner tonight. But that’s only if you don’t get off.”

Floyd narrowed his eyes at you, trying to make out if you were bluffing or not, since last time you were dead serious and did exactly that. But he rolled off of you, grumbling a bit. “Meanie,” he muttered.

You shuffled over to where he was dramatically splayed out, his head slightly turned to you, and giving you puppy dog eyes. Chuckling, you kissed him on the lips, as that is what he was being dramatic about.

Giggling, he captured you in his arms yet again, and trapped you against the mattress for a second time this morning. He was giving you a shit eating smile. You weren’t leaving this bed until he had his share of kisses.  

“Floydddd,” you groaned, but you weren’t annoyed with him, if anything, you were amused. There was never a dull moment with him around.

“Shrimpyyyyyy,” he mimicked your voice with a more prominent whine. “You know the drill!~”

Sighing, you ran your hands up through his messy hair, and brought your lips together, deeper this time. You knew the drill; neither of you were getting up until both of your lips were tired, sore, and most likely bitten… which may not be for a while.

~~~~~~~

Tags: @azulashengrottospiano, @eynnwwyjth, @hydra-sea, @krenenbaker, @officialdaydreamer00, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

#dove does events #follower event #twst #twst x reader #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech x gn reader #sha la la la my oh my! go on and ~kiss da eel~ #identity! #identity. floyd lives rent-free in my mind and he really should start paying me rent it's damn expensive #free weighted blanket that kisses you; aka I'm cranky because my weighted blanket is being washed and pressure stim is AMAZING #a mattress reader eel sandwich; nice and toasty for ya #you're going to need a shit tonne of chap stick for your poor lips; damn bastard bites and KNOWS his teeth leave a mark #he does it on purpose; but whines if you do the same to him #floyd; shrimpyyyyy why did you bite my lipppppp? #reader; *lips with visible and nearly bleeding marks in their lips cuz of him* you know why #fish bastards my dearly detested #<- for people wondering; i love them but at the same time i hate them #doing a lot of domestic fluff but that makes sense with this event; plus it's good practice; and GYIFYDTSTRSRTHJ BRAIN ROT

[2cutie]

Shang Tsung with Hope is now my roman empire, and if one of them dies - I will be crying rivers, so angst time!

During Titan Shang Tsung reveal and fight with Order of Darkness, Hope could try to attack Titan ST but he just grabs the cat and could probably harm it heavily (throwing it or doing something evil, all my homies hate Titan Shang Tsung). I think Shang would go rampage and try to kill his Titan counterpart, but second one already disappears.

i love angst, thank you for feeding me. Please, allow me to make it so much worse <33 also sorry this took me ages to reply, I saved this ask to think about and then forgot it was still in my box bfchd continuing cat!reader+Shang Tsung prompt

Shang had to (begrudgingly) side with Liu Kang when he realized he was a victim of deception. His own kind, even, from another timeline. It was both disgracing yet commendable.

Hope - you, his loyal & fierce cat - of course stood beside him through anything, even wars. Shang had trained you, enhanced you; you would battle by his side 'til the end.

So when Titan Shang Tsung posed a threat to your Shang, you were in a fury. You were fighting alongside him, but the Titan's army was vast, and you were caught between fighting many villains with familiar yet different faces from those in your timeline. Shang was fighting his own battles as you both could hold your own.

But that was until the Titan variation of him diverted his attention to Shang. Both versions of themselves battled, but your timeline's was not to compare to the Titan version. When you finished fending off your own enemy and looked to Shang, you saw him spiraling back to the floor, blood gushing from his nose. The crimson flow was staining his clothes, his hand grasping it doing nothing stop the blood.

You barely registered moving, or your claws gashing alongside the Titan's face. But you did feel the immense pain that followed after. The feeling of something - maybe somethings - in your body shattering as you were thrown to a wall that crumbled as you hit it. Some stone also would land on you from the sheer age of the deteriorating architect. Your mind turned fuzzy then, you couldn't really comprehend things. You felt paralyzed. Maybe you were. You could only faintly feel the buzz of pure pain vibrating through you.

Shang was still, as if he could not comprehend what had happened. He stared with wide eyes where he saw your body fall to, but the rubble was blocking him from seeing you. He didn't breath as he stared with a blank mind.

Until the Titan scoffed and his eyes flicked back to him with immense speed, a searing inhuman anger in his glare. The Titan Shang wore an impressive wound - your claws had seared him across his cheeks and to his lips, blood gushing down to stain his chin and neck, to his clothes. He wiped in vain, as the blood continued. You cut deep.

Frankly, Titan Shang Tsung barely registered what he had thrown to the wall; just acted purely on instinct from the threat and pain. But when he gazed back to his lesser counterpart, saw his towering rage, a wicked smile spread across his bloodied lips. Blood filtered to his mouth, staining his teeth.

"Oh my," the titan spoke, pure velvet. Sickening. Impure. "I didn't hurt your little cat now, did I? You can't possibly blame me. Who would bring a pet to a fight? That's all your own fault, really."

Shang Tsung's teeth bared as the Titan approached and he brought his hand away from his nose, instead using it to pull himself back up. Now, Shang didn't show much of his emotions outside of his careless, sassy demeanor. But now? He was pure unchecked, hysteria rage. Purely seething. If looks could kill, Titan Shang Tsung wouldn't be just dead a million times over, he wouldn't even have been born.

"How sad," the Titan continued, circling slowly around him. Predatory. Like an animal teasing his prey. "To think an offspring from me could be so pitifully stupid. Getting attached to such a filthy thing.. I truly am the superiority of all timelines. Which is exactly why I-"

Often times, Shang would ramble to you. It had been a thing between you two, since he didn't keep friends. He would ramble and catch your expression when he spoke too much. But he would roll his eyes and continue. "Please, I do not talk *that* much," he would say, containing to ramble.

But now? Yes, he could see just how much he talked. Just how insatiably annoying it could be.

Because he just gave a vicious, toasty uppercut to Titan Shang Tsung just to shut him up. It caught him so off guard, he bit his tongue, the appendage almost splitting in two.

The horror that passed on the Titan's face for even a split second before shifting to annoyance and anger would fuel Shang. Seeing more blood spill from his mouth inspired him. The Titan had to keep his chin tilted so he wouldn't choke on the blood. Shang hoped he would - but wouldn't mind if he didn't either. That way he could kill Titan Shang Tsung himself. Feel his neck crunch in his hands. He would avenge you.

a/n: ending is up to youuuu. did you survive?? does shang win?? eye emojs all around !!

#mortal kombat 1 #shang tsung x reader #shang tsung x you #shang tsung #mk1 #mortal kombat #my art #if you get the toasty reference i love you

[galatially]

❝𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦❞

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 x 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — the fire between us will keep us warm on these winter nights; when all you wanted was to bring some christmas cheer to your bleak apartment, tess has plans that will put you face to face with the one man that you lose all composure around

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 1K

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+, strong language, fluff, implied strangers to lovers, slight christmas mentions

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — i wrote this cute drabble for the always lovely @flordeamatista and i'm beyond thrilled that she loves it given that i had a very hard time keeping this to just a thousand words lmao

as always, lovely banners and dividers by @firefly-graphics​ 

“Where the hell did you get those?”

You chuckled, glancing at Tess from over your shoulder. “I had to give some of my rations to some knuckle-headed kids.” You finished adjusting their position and turned to face her. “You like ‘em?”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “They’re very…you, Y/L/N.”

You beamed and carefully made your way down the stepladder to stand beside her. “It’s nothin’ like my set up back home but it’ll do.” You bumped shoulders with hers. “But that’s not why you came to visit me.”

“This is why you’re my favorite girl, Y/L/N.” She motioned to your small kitchen table. “Sit for a second.” 

One of your best skills was that you were acutely observant; micro expressions, macro expressions, subtle shifts in body language and tone never went unnoticed for you. So when Tess Servopoulos is sitting at your table with a strained expression in her brown eyes, your senses were on high alert.

“Don’t get tense like that.”

You moved to get two glasses from the cupboard. “I’m tense because you’re draggin’ this out.” You set the glasses down in time for Tess to produce a bottle of whiskey. “What do you need me to do?”

She took a long sip of her drink before meeting your eyes. “I need you to go on a run with Joel for me.”

You hummed. 

“Nothing too strenuous. Just ammo, some medical supplies. Easy peasy.”

“Why can’t you go?”

Tess pulled back the sleeve of her jacket; the parts of her shoulder and collar that you could see beneath her tank top were purple in some spaces, red and angry in others. “I got ambushed by some fucking kids and I don’t want Joel getting all worked up over it. He’s barely slept as is and I need him as clearheaded as possible.” She stabbed a finger in your direction. “Don’t you say anything to him, either. I know where you sleep.”

You snorted. “No need to threaten me, Tess. I got it.” You took a sip from your glass. “Your buddy okay with me taggin’ in for you?”

She shrugged and said, “He doesn’t have much choice.”

“When do we head out?”

“Wednesday night. Just enough time before next week’s rations come in.” She eyed you intently. “Y’know, you never told me what you don’t like about Joel.”

Your brows creased. “I like him fine.”

“Anytime I bring the man up, you get quiet.” Tess raised a brow. “He do somethin’ to you?”

Other than being so attractive that you’d rather eat denim than have him look you in the eye, Joel Miller barely acknowledged your existence. You shared niceties here and there, but have never spent any time alone together. 

Besides, he and Tess clearly had something between them. Even without meaning to, they always gravitate towards each other. Two planets in the same orbit. 

“If he did somethin’ to me, he’d be dead.” Your finger circled the mouth of your glass. “No, Joel Miller is a perfect gentleman.”

Tess snorted. “I don’t know about all that. He’s just…Joel.”

You pour more whiskey in each of your glasses and smiled some. “Don’t worry, Tess. Everything’ll run smoothly.”

She held up her glass to you. “I have no doubt.”

“Where are you from?”

You and Joel had managed to get the supplies fairly unscathed and were sitting on your couch. Instead of whiskey, you both opted for tea. You found out that Joel takes his the same way you do: honey but not too sweet. 

You propped your elbow up along the back of the couch, a smile in the corners of your mouth. “Broussard, Louisiana. Not too big, but not quite so small. You?”

“Arlington, Texas.”

“Makes sense now why Tess calls you Texas,” you said, chuckling. “I always thought you both made a real nice couple.”

Joel started coughing, returning his mug of tea back to the small table in front of you. “Who the hell told you that?”

Your brows furrowed. “I mean, it’s kind of obvious, isn’t it? Y’all are so close and everybody says that y’all have been together practically since the beginning.”

“For your information, Tess and I are good friends.” His gaze burned into yours. “Nothin’ more, nothin’ less.”

“Okay,” you stuttered out, swallowing thickly. You grabbed your mug and lifted it between the two of you. “More tea?” You didn’t wait to hear his answer before half-running to the kitchen. Your face was warm — burning hot, even — and your pulse was racing. Your hands gripped the edge of the sink as his words sank into your bones.

Nothin’ more, nothin’ less.  

“Y/N.” Joel stood behind you, both arms crowding you in against the counter. His warm breath tickled the shell of your ear. “Look at me.”

“How’s about I get some whiskey for us instead?” You moved around him, forcing your gaze everywhere but on him. “I don’t have any good stuff but Tess and I swear by it.”

He put his hands on your shoulders and turned you to face him, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.”

Your features flattened. “I’m not nervous.”

“Oh, yeah?” His knuckles lightly brushed along the curve of your jaw. “Look me in the eye and say that again.”

Your gaze lifted to his and your breath caught some. “I’m not nervous.”

“There’s my girl.” 

You turned your head to the side. “How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world when you’ve barely given me any thought before?”

Joel took your left hand and brought it to his lips, softly kissing the tops of your knuckles. His dark eyes were warm as they regarded you. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that, darlin’. I only have eyes for you.”

“Bullshit.”

“Tell you what.” He pulled you flush against him, smirking at your sharp gasp. “How’s about I spread a little Christmas cheer in your bedroom and we’ll revisit this conversation in the morning?”

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — when i tell y'all that i fell in love with joel all over again writing this 😩😩

#galatially #toasty warm #joel miller #joel miller x black!reader #secret santa gift exchange '23

[stintsy]

Bloomic banner drop !!!! Couldn't find one so i made one >:]

#the power of an artist #blooming panic #bloomic #artist #visual novel #blooming panic xyx #digital art #bloomic xyx #bp xyx #xyx #blooming panic quest #blooming panic toasty #quest blooming panic #blooming panic nightowl #nightowl bp #bp nightowl #bp quest #blooming panic quest x reader #bloomic nakedtoaster #blooming panic nakedtoaster #nakedtoaster #nightowl blooming panic #nightowl #quest #xyx blooming panic #xyx bp

[bakuwhcre]

what kinks do you think bakugou has?

bakugou is a freaky little man, but he has his standard kinks. he loves the way his hand fits around your throat, or the pretty sounds you make when he's pulling at your hair.

spanking your ass is top tier, though.

going deeper though? i see bakugou loving anything including heat. dripping wax onto your body, using his quirk just enough to warm your skin. he's a big fan of leaving marks, and no one can tell me otherwise.

give me some time to get reallll deep into kinks and i can definitely assign more to him.

#bakugou x reader #─ 🍞✨️ toastie answers !! #bakugou katsuki

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

you know that really comfy feeling you get after you take a shower or a bath and wrap up in a soft robe? i want to experience that with Foul Legacy SO badly.

just both of you washing up after a long day- you help Childe wash his hair, scrubbing his fluffy ginger mane with lightly scented shampoo, and he nearly falls asleep in the tub from your gentle ministrations. Foul Legacy also genuinely enjoys when you dry his hair, leaning into your touch and basking in the warm air from the hairdryer. only when he’s completely clean and dry do you go and take a shower for yourself, washing up and wrapping yourself in a comfy robe afterwards. you told Legacy that he could fall asleep without you, but he refuses because he wants his human to snuggle with!! he’s very drowsy and toasty by the time you exit the bathroom, curled up under a fluffy blanket, shaking his head every few minutes to stay awake.

when Foul Legacy sees you, he purrs sleepily and scoots over, raising the blanket so you can join him, before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. it’s cozy and warm underneath, being hugged by your lovely Abyssal moth monster while also under a blanket, still clean and comfy from your shower. you can hear soft, rumbling purrs in your ears, and if you reach up and scratch behind Legacy’s horn the purrs increase tenfold, his claws kneading the blanket. with a sleepy smile you cuddle closer to his chest so you can hear his heartbeat and promptly fall asleep- tomorrow morning is going to be full of soft trills and chirps when you both wake up, and Childe’s pleading expression for you not to go to work that day.

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #gi ajax #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #genshin x reader #childe x reader #if it isn't obvious i just washed my hair #and i am now cozy on my bed #mmmm warm... toasty... #my heart was being weird a bit earlier so i wrote this soft thing to help it calm down a bit #*rolls this to you across the floor like a marble* #short scenario #wifi's brainrot #good evening :)

[eating-plastic]

Me writing my nsfw Maison Talo x reader headcanons:

#ain’t that fire just toasty lol #look man I just don’t give a shit #let’s just say I’m taking the easy way out with writing them alright #house hunted #house hunted game #house hunted visual novel #maison talo #maison talo x reader #maison talo x fem!reader

[choocokookie]

It is impossible to deny how hard your work is… and Toasty watches closely as you arrive each time more tired back home. Because of that, they decided to give you a very unexpected service when you finally came back to his arms. Please, allow them to please you tonight.

cw: explicit nsfw, oral, gn reader, nakedtoaster x reader

minors dni

Sometimes, you actually wonder if this job you have is worth all the effort you put into it. You wonder if the bad sleep hours and the terrible eating habits you developed due the lack of time to a decent lunch break. You wonder if Toasty was right after all and maybe you should try to find another one. You never actually liked to work there and the only thing that was making you stay there was the fear of changing, which followed you no matter where you went.

Your face was starting to show the signs of such a lack of care of your own health, and particularly, for your loved one it was a heartbreaking vision. They already had put inside their mind that their words won’t be enough to make you give up from such an exhausting work that slowly drains your soul… but each time you appeared more and more tired day after day of work, their worries about your mental and physical health only increased.

However, this particular day was more than ever clear that the stress that you carried over your shoulders was a bit too much and were driving you to a point of no coming back. Your eye bags were bigger than ever and your whole body only wanted to lay down as fast as possible in the comfort bed that you shared with the one who was able to steal your fragile heart… It was like that at any moment, you would just fall to the floor and lose your own conscience due how overworked you were. And because of noticing that this day had been particularly rough, your boyfriend didn’t think twice before asking you to lay on the bed and spread your legs after you came back from the warm bath, who kindly embraced your skin.

The long haired man sometimes could be considered a bit awkward when the subject was a more intimate touch, however, they truly were a master when the subject was making you squirm with pleasure. Your fingers strongly held the blankets as they kindly stimulated your most sensitive spot, being rewarded with sweet moans you had no shame to allow out of your soft lips, which you bit as a way to repress such a pleasure who was taking control of your senses.

Toasty is glad to say the least… he is glad to see you so closely melting due the provocative touches he left over your body, he is glad to hear all those sweet noises that come out from your mouth. The work his tongue could do was just so good… it was just like you were receiving a sweet dose of some kind of drug and slowly becoming addicted to such a feeling. The passion and effort this lovely person putted over making you feel good was heartwarming, and surely, you were glad to watch your lover working into licking and stimulating with his thin fingers every single part of your genitalia that could make you feel good. You ran your hands over his blond hair, which progressively became purple… and with care, you helped him out, guiding his head through the movements that would be most proper to do to finally drive you to the edge of pleasure.

You had met with their blue eyes who were deeper than their own ocean… and just by that, you already could tell they were pretty much enjoying themself, loving so much to eat you up this way, to taste a bit of what you could offer them. It didn’t take much time for this sensation of ecstasy to start to increase in insane levels, making you bring one of your hands to your mouth, so this way you could suppress all those lewd noises. Your whole body was shaking, which was a green flag to your beloved only to intensify his attempts to drive you completely crazy. 

Finally, you reached your limit… you didn’t take much time to finally give in and cum. Gasping for air, you tried your best to recompose yourself after such a night of pleasure… looking for your partner, you couldn’t avoid noticing how red his cheeks were. Softly giggling to yourself, you didn’t think twice before wrapping your own arms around his tall and slim silhouette.

How lucky you were by having someone like him at your side.

#blooming panic x reader #bloomic #blooming panic #nakedtoaster x reader #nakedtoaster #toasty #toasty x reader #blooming panic fanfic

[chris-continues]

Toasty lives for the domesticity you provide them. Each time, without fail, if they wake up before you in bed they take a moment. Savor your presence, bask in not being alone.

He’d considered having a partner. That fell through. But you stayed. You were a constant reminder that they were wanted, lovable- and while his previous loneliness had definitively diminished (although not disappeared entirely), and wasn’t as bad as it was in his highschool years, it was still… nice.

Really nice.

Just like quiet mornings with you.

#CHRIS WRITES TOASTY?? #WOAH #nakedtoaster bp #chris writes #blooming panic #fluff #bp domesticity #domestic #blooming panic nakedtoaster #nakedtoaster x reader #nakedtoaster drabble #nakedtoaster #bloomic

[trashcanfanfics]

Pls pls hugging toaster fic

Anything for you!!

It'd been a long, ten hour day at the office for you. Normally you'd be dragging yourself up to your flat, but knowing there's a certain Final Fantasy enthusiast waiting for you puts a little pep in your step.

Five months ago, you and your partner, Toast, had decided to move in together. It has been the best decision of your life so far. You'd both been so awkward bringing it up and talking it through. A lot of stress and more awkward comments of "are you sure?" later, here you both were, sharing the same living space. It made you smile, thinking of how weird the first week had been. You'd never lived with a significant other before, so this was new to you. He confessed it was new to him too, which made things slightly less tense. You'd both laughed at it and just vowed to take cohabitation in stride.

The ding of the elevator shook you from your thoughts momentarily. You entered, pressed the correct button, and waited for the next ding. The soft hum of the elevator and mindless tune of the background music lulled you back into deeper thoughts.

I wonder if they're playing fourteen. Maybe they're asleep? He's been pretty tired lately... The elevator dings and you exit. I should make something quick maybe. Do I say "maybe" too much? I should start saying "perhaps"...That makes me sound pretentious though, maybe. Dammit.

"Hey, I'm home!" You winced, remembering that Toast might be asleep. Carefully setting down your keys and briefcase, you toed off your shoes. The place was quiet, almost hauntingly so, but you didn't dare make a sound so you don't bother them.

You made your way to the kitchen, quietly grabbed a bowl and set it on the counter. A sigh escaped you as you retrieved your favorite cereal from the pantry.

Your cereal prepared, you sat at the dining table in the kitchen. Scrolling through your preferred social media, you munched happily on your cereal. Some more drama based on Bloombot's recent work. The bot had finished Blooming Panic and had set off to make another story that took the Bloomic fans by storm, not just the ones in the server. You're proud of your coded friend. They've come so far.

Cereal finished, you look to the clock. 3:34 pm, enough time to quietly rinse these dishes and put them in the dishwasher before a nap. You begin to do just that. That is, before two arms are wrapped around you and a head placed on top of yours. You tense slightly before relaxing.

"Hey there," you set down the dish you were rinsing and turned around. Your lover's sleepy face smiled back at you. The dark circles under his eyes and groggy nature mean he'd just woken up.

"G'morning." The smile they had showed how they knew it wasn't anywhere near morning anymore. You huffed a laugh as you slithered your wet hands underneath his hoodie. The responsive recoil made you laugh. They pouted at you.

"Aw, I'm sorry, baby." You dried your hands and made to hug them again. He turned and crossed his arms. You giggled. "Well, okay then, I guess I'll go back to doing these dishes." You spun back to continue your chore.

"Mm, nooo." They grabbed you again and pulled you in an awkward shuffle backwards to the bedroom. "Cuddle me, pleeeaase?" How could you refuse?

"Alright, alright," you turn around once again, "let's go." You both make your way to your shared bedroom. He attempted to tug you down with him onto the bed, but you wouldn't budge.

"You said you'd cuddle." Their pout was undoubtedly the cutest you'd ever seen, but you had to get out of these work clothes.

"Lemme get out of these first." You pinched your collar briefly before going over to the dresser and tugging out your pajamas. His eyes never left you as you shred the clothes of the day and changed into the comfy clothes.

Once free and comfortable, you turned back around to face your beautiful partner. Their hair was a mess, glasses no where to be seen, clothes wrinkled. All in all, Toast looked as inviting as he was this morning when you had to drag yourself out of bed for work. This time, you could actually give into their sweet embrace. You quickly flopped down next to him, giving him a chance to pull you towards him and curl around you.

"I missed you." They hummed into your hair. You snickered as you wrapped your arms around him.

"Were you even awake to miss me?" Your question got a muffled "shut up", which caused you to laugh and snuggle deeper into your lover's hold. You loved this, you loved them. And they loved you.

#blooming panic toasty #blooming panic nakedtoaster #bloomic #blooming panic #nakedtoaster x reader #blooming panic x reader #trashcan answers you

[hom3landr]

He might straight up break the thermostat like:

oh noooo the heating is not working? 😟😔 don't worry baby 😘 your personal heater will warm you up 😜🔥🥵

Oh he absolutely would! Just laser it off the wall. “I don’t know what happened Babe, why don’t you come lay with me while we wait for maintenance to come.” (Spoiler: they never come because he never called them.)

He’d press up all along your back with his hands on your chest to keep you warm and toasty. He heard that sharing body heat the most effective when it’s skin to skin so be ready for this man to be an absolute menace when it comes to getting you out of your clothes. He’s never getting that thing fixed when it means having lots of naked cuddles…that most always evolve into Homelander fucking you absolutely blind. Can’t feel the cold if your brain is soup.

#homelander #x reader #homelander x reader #homelander headcanons #this man is a MENACE #pros: you’re definitey toasty #cons: you’re always exhausted and fucked out #which…could definitely be considered a pro as well #nsft #might expand on this once I have my laptop back

[teacuptoast]

Dam every weekend i think im gonna have time to post

IM SORRY IM DROWNING IN SCHOOL WORK PLS HELP ME

anyway I will be making a part 2 to dead or alive or nether just pls bear with me

#toasty is struggling #I appreciate the support though 💗 #you guys are so cool like ahhh #also I’m a simp for Cedric Diggory fyi #dick grayson x reader #dc x reader #nightwing x reader #young justice #young justice imagines #nightwing #young justic x reader #dc #sorry for the angst #wally west x reader

[destinationtoast]

no worries/pressure if not, but any snippets from future chapters of cyrano you'd want to share?

Ooh, sure! I just sent off the latest chapter for beta feedback, and I'm excited about it and happy to share. :D

Here's how the forthcoming chapter 3 of Not Exactly Cyrano opens...

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Jamie, the text message reads.  Good news - I’m in town today, and I want to see you!  Meet me at Le Chat Cache at 7pm?  My phone’s about to die, unfortunately, so I just hope you can make it!!  Xoxo Mum

He’s been staring at the message all day, wondering about what could have possibly brought his mother all the way to London. (Roy doesn’t yell at him once for not paying attention during Beard’s post-match analysis, though; he seems distracted himself—presumably because he’s gotten Keeley’s letter.)  All Jamie can come up with is that she wants to tell him in person that she and Simon are finally getting married.   Which would be mint, but he’s shocked that Ms. “If I’m traveling for that long I’m bloody well going somewhere outside of England, love” would finally visit Richmond, even for that.

He’ll go meet her, of course.  But it’s shit luck that it’s happening right at the same time that he was planning to eavesdrop on Roy and Keeley as they meet up.  Jamie feels relief knowing that the meeting is going to happen, that he won’t lie awake any more nights dreading it and everything that will have to change afterward.  But he wishes he could be there to hear his letter-writing plan come together, and to at least feel the pride in a play well executed.  

Instead, he’ll have dinner with Mummy.  Maybe that’s for the best; being with her always cheers him up.

(He briefly wonders whether he can convince her to go eavesdrop with him, but reluctantly dismisses the idea… the restaurant is too far from the cafe, and they’d probably miss all the good parts.)

⁂

When he enters the restaurant and sees Roy and Keeley sitting at a table, he freezes, thinking he came to the wrong place after all.  But no, this is Le Chat Caché.  

“Where’s Mummy?” he asks, trying to figure out how his mother managed to summon both Roy and Keeley; he’s pretty sure she’s never had Roy’s number.  He hasn’t told her about shagging Roy, because it’s just temporary.

“She’s not here,” Keeley says.  “Come join us.”  She pats the chair next to her, across from Roy.  She looks unusually serious. (He looks usually serious.)

 “Is she okay?”  Maybe whatever is up with Mummy is scarier than he thought.

“Chrissakes,” Roy grits out.  “We’re your mummy.”

#toasty fic #roy x jamie x keeley #royjamiekeeley #not exactly cyrano #asks #toasty replies #op #ted lasso #i hope if I leave off here readers will be able to guess what is happening #(it is explained a bit more after this) #but if it's not clear Roy and Keeley spoofed a text from Jamie's mum #as payback for him writing them letters under fake identities #I'm still tuning this to try to make it clear enough but not painfully obvious #feedback is welcome