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waitingonavision · 2 years

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sleep pile with bruno and his nieces and nephews!

Thank you for the request 🥺 Somehow this turned out to be over 1,000 words! Here’s the AO3 link!

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Duerme bien

“But we should—“

“Leave him there. Good idea.”

“Not what I was going to say!”

“Whaddya mean? We’re practically twins! We finish each otherrr’s…”

“Like I’d ever fall for that.”

“Hey. What’re you guys just, standing there for?”

Mirabel and Camilo startle at the voice behind them.

“Luisa! Keep your voice down, okay,” Mirabel hisses. “It’s Tío Bruno.”

The tall young woman crosses the courtyard and gazes in the direction her sister has indicated with puckered lips. Her powerful body is immediately tense, ready to spring forward and pluck their tío out of whatever situation he’s landed in. The instant she sees him, though, she gives a low little laugh.

“Oh, he’s sleeping.”

“Yeah. On the floor. Just. Dead to the world, right there.” Camilo, heaping on the obvious statements.

“Which is why we should move him to the couch!”

“He looks… comfortable?” Luisa shifts from one foot to the other. “Haven’t you seen this before?” The younger kids shake their heads. “He used to do it a lot. Before he, uh, left. I remember seeing him asleep on the floor, or like, in a corner somewhere. Mamá said that as long as he wasn’t in danger, wasn’t going to fall or get stepped on or anything, it was okay to let him be. Said he needed the rest.”

She doesn’t mention the part where she’d plunk down in front of Bruno, a doll and stuffed animal in tow, or sometimes blocks. Or that she’d sit with him until he woke up (once or twice prodding him awake herself). Then her tío would blink at her through those ever sleepless eyes, never upset with her, not even if she roused him sooner than he’d wanted. Just a crooked smile and a bleary but tender, “Buenas, Luisita.”

Camilo is gesturing at the man’s form in the center of the living room. “See? I was right. Also, wow, fu—ay! Wh—“

“Shh. I still think we should move him.” Mirabel’s brow is furrowed.

“…What if he wakes up?”

“Yeah. And anyway, he’s probably too heavy for us n–ow! Stop pinching me, Mirabel!”

“He’s not!” Mirabel says, while Luisa crosses her arms, biceps bulging. “And I won’t, because you keep being an—“

“Let him stay there.”

All three of them jump in spite of the sound of a well-practiced whisper beside them. Turning their heads in unison, they see Dolores peeking around the threshold at their passed-out uncle.

“He’s still lighter than you, cabeza gorda.” She adds, humming, lest she squander the opportunity to defend Bruno and jab back at her brother, who simply shrugs, even as he fixes her with a too-wide smirk.

Looking back at Mirabel, he says, “Our majority and our seniority reign!”

Mirabel is familiar enough with their mothers’ and Bruno’s banter as triplets to know it’s hopeless to argue that Camilo being two months and one week older than her totally does not count as seniority. Still, the words chafe.

“Well, unfortunately for you, primo, brains beat age,” she counters. Smiling at her own private triumph. “You guys, come on! Dolores, don’t worry, we won’t wake him.”

“Oh. No, it’s not that–“

“¡Permiso!”

As if on cue, the quiet, piping voice of the youngest Madrigal sends the four bigger bodies shuffling. They watch the boy’s curly head bob toward them—the rest of him is nearly obscured by the thick woolen blanket he’s hugging to his torso—and as he weaves through and on into the room.

Antonio had been the first to stumble upon Bruno like this, after consulting the rats over his whereabouts (“I need to find your mamá,” is how he framed it). It was seeing his tío fast asleep on the floor that made the boy shelve his pursuit of story time in favor of the next most logical thing.

Sure, the kid may have gotten distracted by his toucan friend along the way, but he’s back now! And once he reaches his destination he promptly arranges the blanket in a pile next to Bruno, plopping down on his side and snuggling his cheek against the man’s pudgy belly.

The sight makes Dolores and Mirabel grin and Luisa’s lower lip quiver.

“Looks like Toñito’s found a middle way.” Camilo arches an eyebrow.

No one is at all fazed when Mirabel darts away, skirt fluttering. Nor when they hear a few muffled thumps somewhere above them, followed by the sound of her shushing herself. Within moments she’s at the living room entrance again, heaving blankets and pillows at the others (Casita had to have helped with the load), and bounding ahead, lightly, with hers. She motions c’mon just as she’s starting to lay out her blanket in order to curl around her little primo, who wiggles his fingers at her.

“His tummy keeps making noises,” Antonio whispers, stifling a sleepy giggle.

Mirabel’s mouth forms into an o-shape. To her right, she catches a glimpse of Luisa settling on her quilt above Bruno’s head. “Maybe it’s better not to lie on it, hombrecito…”

“It’s okay,” Dolores says with an unconscious tilt of her head, from where she’s making a spot for herself. “Tío ate a little over an hour ago. He’s just slow to digest.” A satisfied Antonio mushes his whole face into Bruno’s soft stomach.

“Hey, save some room for your big brother.”

The teenager has shape-shifted into a… smaller version of himself—a bit smaller than Antonio, even. Nudging in between Dolores and their tío, he steals the former’s pillow so he can roll onto it, and rests his head opposite his brother’s. After a second or two of mild contemplation, he pulls an expression that reads not bad and gives an exaggerated yawn.

Pepa and Félix’s eldest shakes her head. Then her eyes flick off to the left… barely catching the shadow moving past the room.

The last things Dolores sees before she lies down beside Bruno are Luisa curved in an arc over him, body completely slumped and a gentle smile playing on her lips; and Mirabel rubbing circles into Antonio’s back as he drifts off, trying to fight the same fate…

In due time, the air turns fragrant with the scent of various wildflowers. Isabela slips into the room, a rolled blanket in the crook of her elbow, and conjures crowns for each of her family members. (No outrageous blooms, though she considers making an exception for Camilo.) When she’s finished putting the final touches on Bruno’s clovers, she claims the space by her youngest sister.

“Duerme bien,” she murmurs, letting her forehead rest against the already slumbering girl’s shoulder.

Everything falls silent.

Maybe he would have moved earlier. Coughed, or something. But, oh, these kids…

Bruno allows one eye to open a crack, then the other. Gingerly, he extracts his rather stiff arm out from under Mirabel, giving it the tiniest stretch and twist before placing his hand on Antonio’s head.

He smiles, and closes his eyes once more.

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@junosaccount drew art of the sleep pile!!!!!!!! Thank you, thank you!!!!!

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moonlight-prose · 3 months

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𝑭𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏🌙

a/n: i had no clue what to do for the follower celebration because i have so many requests sitting in my inbox already from sleepovers. but i decided why not do something fun! first a quick note down below because i'm fucking emotional.

a massive thank you to those who read my works and like them and decided you liked them enough to follow. when i started writing on tumblr way back in 2020 i didn't think i'd hit this point. you guys are amazing and i'm very happy to have my little corner of the internet to spend time hanging out with y'all.

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i've created a list of favorite lines from shows, songs, and movies. but the twist is...you get to use the prompt! for whatever you want. moodboard, fics, art, however you want to use it. i've picked my own but i haven't added it to the list. i hope you decide to join by all means no pressure!

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"To me. You are perfect."

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if you don't wish to participate in the writing challenge, then this one is for you! below are a few fun games i have done before with sleepovers and some new ones. this will close earlier than the challenge, but feel free to send in however many you want!

🥀cym! send me a concept and i'll cast my beloved mutuals in a role.

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mochimoqa · 2 months

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. about —- [ merotwst ]

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moonleeai · 9 months

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My Moon

“ARMY Birthday Bash” BWHQ Fic Gifting Event

🖤 Written for Sara🖤

➢ Fic Pairing: Vampire Jin x Human Namjoon ➢ First Person POV ➢ AU: Vampires ➢ Rating: MA 🔞 ➢ WC: 5,371 ➢ Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst ➢ Trope: Strangers to Lovers ➢ Requested details: angsty vampire story ➢ Warnings: M x M sex, cursing, pain, blood drinking, obsession, forced vampirism

A/N: Thank you Jasz @downbad4yoongi , Leah @colormepurplex2, and Kari sunkissedwriter for beta reading and helping shape this story for Sara!!

Summary: Seokjin hides his vampire identity in a sleepy town as a restaurateur. He spends his time living off animals and creating to die for meals until a new handsome face comes to town. Like the moon loves the sky, there is an instant attraction, but Seokjin may be too much.

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Living as a modern-day vampire is simple and fun. Nowadays, no one cares if you’re a vampire as long as you’re not trying to kill them. They also don’t want to see or hear about how I satiate my hunger. My body has adapted to being in the sun and living off more than just human blood. My powers have weakened some, but I can still use my levitation and greater strength whenever I need. I don’t use them too often because I want to fit in and act as human as possible.

Becoming a butcher in disguise at a trendy eatery is my most clever façade yet. Kosmos, nestled between plenty of pretty coffee and pastry cafes, is my haven, so to speak, my safe place where I can fit in with the crowd. A delicatessen with a condo above it, a rooftop deck, and a large garden in the back. I found this sleepy but safe town along the Baltic Sea when I fled my last city from vampire hunters. I quickly became named the most handsome man with a sleek and classy aesthetic delicatessen, where I sell sliced meats and creative dishes.

Human blood became boring to me ages ago. The hunt for wild animals is much more thrilling but also has much less risk than hunting humans. I tame my violet eyes by thriving off animal blood, something I’ve been doing longer than I can remember. In the restaurant, I can slaughter and cook the most exquisite meals, satiating my deepest cravings. I only open Kosmos four days a week, staying open well into the late hours and spending the other evenings hunting and experimenting with new dishes.

Tonight is busier than usual. In an effort to liven up the area, the town council brought in a new art gallery, and from the talks of everyone, there’s a fetching curator as well. Kosmos happens to be the closest eatery, drawing many patrons in after they’ve visited the gallery. The artwork descriptions are fascinating, but the person they describe sounds much more intriguing. Tall, broad, drop-dead dapper; all words I’ve only heard folks using on myself. I'm a bit jealous of all the attention this new curator is getting, so I must see him for myself.

Instead of my usual day hunting, I decide to take a gander at the art gallery. Everyone is correct. The tall, burly man that greets the guests is devastatingly beautiful. I am possessed by his loveliness which leads me to spend countless days taking peeks from the sidewalk inside the small space through the large Crittall-style window. The art keeps the people busy enough not to notice me lurking day after day.

Tonight, out of curiosity, I follow the new man. He rides a bicycle slowly and seems to enjoy the small-town views. With earbuds, he hums along to a tune I cannot hear. His apartment building is nice. A stunning yellow two-story home with dark accents and a maroon roof aside a cobblestone path. Outside of the front door, somehow within the cracks of the stones, are robust red flower bushes that rest along the house perimeter.

I perch myself on the roof of the home across the street and have a perfect view of this gorgeous man. I watch as he relaxes with a glass of whiskey and reads a book until he’s cleaning up and going upstairs. A bedroom light shines dimly through the upstairs window, completely unobscured. I stare as he undresses, removing his clothing, rough and messy, and tossing them onto the floor. As he turns off the light and lies in bed, the moon casts a perfect glow onto his silhouette. His chest slowly rising and falling is soothing.

So soothing that time passes too quickly, and before I know it, the sun is rising. Today, I will make my existence known and visit this dreamy man at his gallery. Slowly but surely, I will make him fall in love with me and want to live eternally by my side.

When I arrive at the art gallery, the man is occupied with a few guests, so I walk around aimlessly. Black hair compliments his warm honey skin under a white shirt tucked into cream slacks. While conversing with others, his dimples shoot daggers into hearts, and his deep voice soothes the sharp pain.

“Hello, I’m Namjoon,” his deep voice boasts. As if I haven’t been watching his every move, I feign startled when he arrives by my side. His chocolate eyes pierce my dead soul within seconds.

“Seokjin,” I reply, flashing my sultry grin while extending my hand to grasp his in a handshake. His scent is warm and inviting…a soft rose with a hint of jasmine, something I now wish to smell endlessly.

“What do you think? These are ones I’ve collected over the years.”

“I’m not much on art… just wanted to check out the newest talk of the town.” My eyes roam his tall, brawny frame, and a subtle blush blooms on his cheeks.

“There are no right or wrong answers when it comes to art,” Namjoon says while placing a hand on my shoulder and guiding me to another piece. “This one is by Yun Hyong-keun. Inspired by nature, he combined colors like those of earth and water tones. He would spread the pigments over days, weeks, or even months to create intense darkness, implicative of the hardships he endured.”

Not only is this man beautiful, but he is also intelligent. His eyes gleam as he speaks of the artist.

“You got all that from looking at a painting?” Namjoon chuckles at my ignorance. “Do you do any painting yourself?” His eyes turn dark, and it looks like he’s deep in thought when he finally responds with a side grin. He nods his head to a side door and begins walking toward it, so I follow.

Namjoon slides the door open, holding it for me to pass through, and then closes it behind us. The dark room has a few paintings with a single dim spotlight casting over each piece.

“These are my personal works,” Namjoon says.

There aren’t many colors, all gray, black, and red. A deep vibrant red. He tells me about a few of the pieces. The first one is like a window; two large black rectangles enclosed by a thick, vivid scarlet border. Hazy with muddy edges where the colors bleed together. There’s another canvas with a frail, ghostly white being against a black background smeared in red hues. At first glance, one may perceive that it’s a dress, but I see blood pouring over the body. Both are labeled as ‘Untitled’.

My favorite, though… displays interesting shadowy woods. The smudging of the paint looks like thick fog around grayish tree trunks. What’s fascinating is the leaves are clusters of red dots, bright and burgundy shades, creating a beautiful depth while also looking like blood splatter.

I listen intently as Namjoon explains his art. Aside from his brawns and brains, his voice is hypnotic. I find myself stuck watching his mouth, his tongue bouncing around, forming each word perfectly. I subconsciously draw my bottom lip between my teeth, concentrating on his alluring mouth.

“You’re quite handsome; you know that?” Namjoon speaks, breaking me from my thoughts.

“I know, I never get old.” I wink, and Namjoon chuckles, clearly amused by my antics.

“Would you…maybe… like to spend more time together?” Namjoon asks, and I find the shyness of his words endearing.

“I’d love that.” I reach for his hands and rub my thumbs over his knuckles. Namjoon notes my touch is cold but never pulls away. I know my heart would be shaking in my chest if it still beat, but it sits frozen in my ribcage as it has for centuries.

🌙🌙🖤🩸🖤🌙🌙

For our first date, we meet at a coffee shop. Quaint, relaxed, and the most refreshing iced Americanos. We both wear our version of casual attire. Namjoon’s slate-gray t-shirt is devilishly low, the v-cut plunging between his perky chesticles, hugging his biceps tightly. My eyes drift, following the curves he has on display; I don’t care if I get caught, either. The conversation is easy, steady. Small talk and casual getting to know each other. My mind is set on one thing…making him my lover…my forever, in just three lunar phases. I just need to tell him I’m a vampire.

On the next date, we take a stroll through architecture-filled historical sites and gardens with maps and pamphlets in one hand and our other hands busy with interlocked fingers. If my cold hands ever bother him, he never mentions it. We steal glances of each other every second we can. Here in the botanical garden, surrounded by lush trees with leafy branches, the weather is perfect, and flowers are in full bloom. Next to a pond is a gazebo where we find a bench to rest and hold hands. Listening to the birds sing around us, we talk and learn more about each other. I decide to tell him about my uniqueness.

“There’s something I need to tell you, and I really hope it doesn’t scare you away.”

Namjoon turns toward me, giving his full attention.

“I’m just going to say it… no sugar coating… no—”

“Just say it,” Namjoon interrupts, his eyes frantically searching for clues as his heartbeat speeds up.

“I-- I’m-- a vampire.” I wince at the words shutting my eyes tight. When I hear no sounds, I peek through my eyelids, confronted by dimples. “I’m serious, Namjoon. I should’ve told you sooner, but—” My words are cut off by Namjoon’s finger delicately placed on my lips.

“Can I say I kind of knew?”

Confused, I reply, “You… knew?”

“Your skin is perfect porcelain, and you have the coldest touch. You dress more dapper than most our age. I’ve seen your violet eyes… and don’t get me started on your very interesting butcher hobby. Need I say more?”

“And that…none of that scared you away?”

Namjoon tightens his hands around mine. “I’ve never felt more smitten…more ensnared to a person like I am with you. A vampire, a wolf, or a bear…I’d still find you insanely attractive, and dare I say, I’d love you the same.”

“Love?” I feel like I’m hearing things, Namjoon really loves me already. “We’re like two volcanoes talking together then.”

Namjoon scrunches his eyebrows. “What?”

“I lava you, too.” After we both laugh like windshield wipers on dry glass, I lean in and kiss his cheek. A huge weight lifted from my shoulders; now I know he will spend forever with me.

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I plan our third date wisely. I am yearning to be close to him, so we go to the Forest of Wisdom, an hour’s drive with thoughtful conversation and getting to know more about each other. He tells me he’s always been fascinated with vampires and their abilities. Much as to why his art is mostly black and red, aligning with my original impression of blood splatter. To my surprise, he has a vast knowledge and is very calm talking about vampires. Namjoon and I find seats on the floor, and he reads me a book of poems with our shoulders pressed together.

“Ah this one, by Alexandra Vasiliu…’I want to bloom in your arms like the moon blooms in the night’s arms.’ I love that.”

I stare at his chestnut orbs, reading over the words in a loop, watching his eyebrows furrow while he’s lost in thought. I look to the next page and read, “‘If I were the moon, I would want you to be my sky.’ Namjoon, I think I shall call you my moon.”

“I’d like that,” Namjoon coos, snuggling into my side.

Quickly I’m learning Namjoon’s pleasures. He enjoys touch, and I feel his infatuation grow as he sneaks light touches in disguise of picking or brushing lint balls off my shirt. I catch him staring quite often, obviously entranced by my ethereal beauty.

On the way back, seated in the car, his baggy shorts hike up to his mid-thigh. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his thigh, I move his shorts upward a bit more and feel his warmth under my icy palm. He shivers but places his hand on top of mine, keeping me there.

🌙🌙🖤🩸🖤🌙🌙

Tonight, Namjoon wants to try cooking, making something delicious together. This, I’m a master at. I close Kosmos for the night and teach him everything I know. He brought an expensive bottle of whiskey that we share most of the night, and I show him different techniques with knives. I leave him to cut an onion and carrot while I whisk the sauce; things happen so quickly I can’t remember the order in which they occur. A thud and a gasp from Namjoon, and then a smell that overwhelms my senses. My eyes flash violet, and I am next to Namjoon within seconds. I reach for his hand and bring it to my mouth, letting the droplets of blood fall on my tongue. He tastes like syrupy butterscotch. My eyes roll to the back of my head as a growl escapes my throat.

Fangs threatening to appear, I pull his hand away and pull him into me, close. “Are you okay, my moon?”

He pulls away and studies my eyes. “Kiss me,” he whispers.

Confused, I stay still, but his lips crash into mine. My cock throbs as he explores my mouth with his tongue, giving me a taste of his whiskey breath, a mixture of barley and vanilla.

“Let me get you upstairs to tend to your cut.” I lead him to the stairs up into my home and sit him on the couch while I go to get the first aid kit. I dab some ointment on and place a band-aid over the cut. Namjoon places a hand behind my head and brings me into another kiss that I can’t resist. Who would want to?

He moans into my mouth before breaking the kiss, “That was fucking hot… the way you licked my wound.”

I sit back against the couch. Carefully watching this mountain of a man remove his shirt and press his body into mine. My eyebrows arch at his boldness.

“Your heart is racing,” I note while tracing my hand over his chest, riling goosebumps.

“Do you want to taste more?” Namjoon mewls, pecking my lips fiercely.

“What are you suggesting?”

“You like blood, and I have what you like. I’ll try new things… for you.” Namjoon’s eyes long for acceptance. Who am I to turn away his desire to please me? Especially if it lets me taste his saccharine blood again.

My breath gets caught in my throat, admiring his body as he tilts his head to the side to expose his neck. He leans closer and deeply whispers, “Bite me.”

My head spins at the words, lips barely brushing his skin as one of his hands firmly grips my inner thigh. The pounding of his heart sends shock waves through my body, and my cock strains against my pants. Namjoon eagerly climbs into my lap and entangles his fingers in my hair, yanking my head back to make eye contact.

“I don’t want to hurt you; a bite is painful,” I warn, giving Namjoon a chance to change his mind.

“Pain is pleasure, Seokjin. Do it. Bite me.”

I smirk, lick my lips, and dig my frosty fingers into his waist before pushing my mouth onto his plump lips. I trail my tongue to his neck and suck for a moment before my fangs appear and scrape against his skin. One moan from Namjoon and my fangs sink into his skin like a warm knife through butter. My eyes loll with ecstasy flowing through my body.

“Ah, fuck,” Namjoon groans, and his body squirms in discomfort. But as I swallow a tongue-full of blood, I withdraw my fangs and soothe the painful punctures. I suck again, grunting when his hips grind down on mine, hissing into his neck at the touch of his clothed bulge against mine. His soft whines turn me on further, lost in his soul as I take more blood, coating every crevice of my mouth. Human blood has never tasted this good; I need to control myself.

I feel blood dribble down my chin, and I pull away from him, fascinated by the maroon rivulets that flow down his neck toward his chest. I’ve never seen anything more erotic than him dripping with blood, lips turned in a pout, and asking for more. I watch, amused, as blood trickles down to his nipple, begging for my mouth. Latching onto him, I gently suck his nipple into my mouth and then lick up the blood trail, my tongue grazing his skin back up to the puncture marks. The marks will heal before the night ends, leaving just a bruise.

“Seokjin,” my name plummets from his lips in a soft gasp, his hips bucking into mine. “Touch me,” Namjoon pleads. His thumb runs over my lip to collect stray blood before pushing his thumb into my mouth. I suck on his thumb and pull from it, making a popping sound, then move my hands to his waist. He stands while I tug his pants and briefs off. He tugs at my pants, and I lift my hips off the couch as he eases them to my knees, my aching cock hitting my stomach.

Namjoon straddles me again, licks his lips, and presses his plush lips into mine. I kiss him back, moaning when he nips my bottom lip, tongue tangling with his as he deepens the kiss. His large hands grip my shoulders as he slides his cock against mine and rests his forehead on my shoulder. I fight the urge to sink my teeth into him again.

I fuck my cock against Namjoon’s, swipe my hand over our tips, and spread the precum over our shafts, squeezing them both with one hand. It doesn’t cover us both, but it’s enough friction to feel good, too good. I stroke us at various paces until Namjoon’s body tenses. I can feel he’s ready to burst.

“Cum all over me, paint my stomach,” I encourage him with my tongue in his mouth. Namjoon shakes, and hot cum spurts onto my stomach. He lowers his head and sinks his teeth into my shoulder as he rides out his high, hips stuttering and starting to slow.

His bite sends me over the edge, and I groan as my cum explodes and mixes with his. He deepens another kiss, pressing his body into the stickiness between us. We stay like this until our breathing slows, caressing each other. Namjoon sighs and grabs his shirt, wiping us off and cleaning my stomach.

“We should do this again sometime,” Namjoon praises before climbing off me and finding his clothes.

“Stay,” I say, a little more pleading than I intend. Namjoon smiles and drops his clothes back to their place on the floor.

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The next morning, when I come back from my hunting, Namjoon is gone. I go to his home and find my place on the roof across the street and watch him through the window. This time, he’s painting. A black and gray scheme with a walking path between rocky hills and skinny bare trees. He dips his brush in red and paints a huge circle in the middle, a blood moon. Then he’s back to black, stroking lines into a figure of a person with a cape blowing in the wind. The finishing touch, though…I’m not sure what to make of it. He dips his brush in the white and creates a sword in the person’s hand. An individual with a silver-looking sword walking toward a blood moon.

I don’t think Namjoon knows or understands what the meaning of a blood moon is for vampires. My desire for blood is boosted times a thousand, which usually causes conflict for my kind. People become more aware of vampire existence during the blood moon, and therefore I, as well as others, are faced with imminent threats and conflicts.

I’ll tuck this in the back of my mind for a later conversation because, again, the time has quickly passed, and the sun is setting. On my way back to my place, a great idea sparks my mind to have Namjoon willingly agree to be my eternal lover. He loves plants and the outdoors, so I will create a garden for him. Something he can look forward to maintaining for all eternity.

In between spending time with Namjoon, I spend the next few weeks preparing, finding, and importing exotic, fully bloomed night flowers and plants for a moon garden where I will confess my love and propose an immortal life together. Purple fountain grass that rustles in the breeze. Plenty of flowers to shine under the moonlight like the fragrant iceberg rose, giving off fruit and honey scents. White wonder caladium with its green edges and pink veins throughout the white leaf. Clusters of phlox, jasmine, and moon flowers with their lemony perfume.

I use pebbles and white marble chips to create a crescent design on the ground. A small waterfall provides the soothing sound of running water and reflects the moonlight. In the middle of it all, a makeshift bed with comforters and pillows. This is where I will ask Namjoon to be my eternal lover and hear him beg me to turn him into an immortal like me. Here is where we will confess our love and be one with each other for time without end. I even set up an easel with a canvas and all the art supplies he could possibly need to paint boundless pictures of the garden.

Namjoon arrives for our evening together dressed casually elegant. A loose-fitting cream, cashmere sweater with a polo neck paired with black weaved leather pants. His style puts mine to shame with my white satin button-down shirt tucked liberally into black slacks. After sharing a meal and tender touches, I tell him I have a surprise. I’m nervous and have to hide my shaking hands as I blindfold him and take his hand, carefully guiding him outside into the garden I created out of love. I remove his blindfold, and he inhales sharply. While he takes in every detail, I watch the stars twinkle in his coffee-colored eyes.

“A moon garden… for my moon.” I point to the area with the painting supplies and then shove my hands in my pockets, “and all the things for you to let out your creativity.” Waiting for his response, my stomach flips, thinking how close I am to spending an eternity with him.

“It's ethereal and perfect, just like you.” Namjoon kisses me deeply, holding the back of my head with one hand. Pulling away, he murmurs, “I love it.”

I slot my lips with his and suck his lower lip between my teeth; feeling greedy, I declare, "I want to ruin you and make you mine for eternity." My brain short-circuits, and all subtleness is out the door. Namjoon tenses, then he simply grins at the statement.

“Ruin me, Seokjin,” he whimpers.

Namjoon glows under the full moon, and I am eager to make him mine. Standing next to the garden bed, I trace my hands along his mountainous ridges. I listen to his coos and swallow them as they escape from his throat. We tear at each other's pants, and he tugs roughly on my blouse, sending buttons soaring in opposite directions. I moan in response to both his passion and his palm caressing my confined cock. Free of our imprisonments, I lower him onto the blankets, surrounded by pillows.

Namjoon’s eyebrows rise for a quick second before relaxing again. “Your eyes, they’re exquisite.” I drop my head to his neck, acting shy of his compliment, and sprinkle his skin with kisses. Is this when I ask him? No, not yet.

I feel Namjoon reaching for something, so I glance toward his hand. He’s pulling a bottle of lube from his pants pocket. I look into his eyes and wait for him to say something.

“Ruin me. Bite me. Make me yours.” Namjoon’s words have blood rushing to my cock, and I rut against his rock-hard thigh.

“Your wish is my desire.”

“What are you? A genie?”

I drench my fingers along with Namjoon's hole with the lube. Carefully, I push one finger past his rim, taking my time to loosen him up for me, showering him with gentle kisses... for now. "Is this okay?" I ask while dragging my teeth over his prickled skin.

"More, Seokjin, please," his whine spirals into my ear, sending a thrill down my spine. I insert another finger, praising him with words and soft suckles along his neck. I linger over his vein, letting it pulsate on my tongue. The throbbing on my tongue excites me more, and my hips rock, pushing my swelling cock into his leg again.

"More," he breathes.

"My moon. You're so good for me," I moan low and soothe his tense body with my lips.

“Bite me, Seokjin, please. I need more–” his words are cut off by his moans.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please…” he begs continuously, almost in tears. I gaze at his body’s slight movements, his chest heaving, before I sink my fangs into his succulent neck. His butterscotch blood fills my mouth immediately, and Namjoon hisses as I swallow. I pump my fingers quicker, scissoring them as I swallow more nectar.

"I'm ready, please. I can't wait any longer."

I pull away, hide my fangs and drown myself in more lube. I watch his blood trail onto his shoulder and slowly press my girth into him. His sounds, oh his sounds. If I didn't have centuries of self-control, I would've cum already.

"Seokjin–ah– you're s–so big. Go–ah–slow, please, please, please, slow," Namjoon begs as his body writhes underneath me.

Slowly, my cock bottoms out inside Namjoon, and I pause, allowing him to breathe through it. I press my lips on his and use my tongue to part his lips, tangling our tongues, numbing his mind from the sting of the stretch.

"So good, my moon. You're doing so so good." My cock throbs inside his tight muscle. "Mmmm, can you feel that?" I subtly move my hips and swallow each mewl he makes. I pull my face away and look into his eyes as I drag my cock slowly out of him and push back in a little quicker. His glassy eyes flutter, and I raise my hand to his cheek, brushing away a single tear with my thumb. "Shhh, it's going to feel so good. I promise."

The garden fills with moans and pants as I drag my cock slowly against Namjoon's walls, licking from his collarbone to his shoulder, getting every last drop. I cage his head with my arms and quicken my pace, watching and feeling how his body reacts to me. He ruts his cock against my stomach, seeking any kind of friction.

"Fuck. Yes, like that," Namjoon moans, his back arching off the makeshift bed of blankets. His ass swallows my cock so deliciously; it’s a torturous pleasure.

I rise to my knees, unsheathing myself, and a whimper escapes Namjoon's lips. I pull his hips to my waist, and his shoulder blades rest on the ground. I maneuver a pillow under his hips before turning my attention to his raging pink cock with pre-cum that glistens in the moonlight. I spit in my hand, then caress his thick length, smearing it around and mixing it with his fluids. His body shakes with pleasure, all for my eyes. I take my other hand and squeeze his throat before following his perfectly sculpted lines down his chest and to his abs. I abandon the lube and align myself with his hole, entering slowly and as deep as I can.

Namjoon rasps a deep, stuttered moan as he pushes his ass into me. I stroke his cock rhythmically with my thrusts until he releases his warm arousal onto my hand and all over his stomach. I slow, only to finish depleting his every last drop, then press my hand firmly against his stomach, smearing the sticky substance. He smells of jasmine and honey, like the flowers around us, I immediately want to taste it.

I bring my hand to my mouth and lick his remnants, growling in pleasure. This excites Namjoon, and he clenches around my cock. I gasp and feel my cock twitch inside him. The moonlight highlights every bead of sweat on Namjoon's torso as I pump furiously inside him. His accentuated plump veins and arteries, with his breathless sobs, are the push I need to find my release. Head falling back, I roll over the edge and fill him with my release. My body crumbles on top of him, and I slow my hips milking my cock to completion. I place my arms on either side of his head, soaking in his beauty, feeling drunk on love.

I kiss him wildly and then lazily lift myself and roll to his side as he wraps his arms around me. I run my hand over Namjoon's hair and tuck it behind his ear, basking in an afterglow.

But as we lock eyes, I sense something is off with my love. He’s next to me but seems so far away. My chest tightens.

“Everything…okay?”

“Why did you do all this for me? This garden with beautiful plants and a perfect view under the moon?”

“Because I love you, Namjoon. I want to be with you forever and make you the happiest—” I didn’t want to ask him to be my immortal partner this way, laying next to each other, naked, half covered in blankets.

“Happiest… what?”

“Well, you already know so much about vampires, and you seem really fascinated with them, so I—I don’t know. I was hoping you’d maybe want to be one… with me.”

Namjoon’s lips move, but no words come out.

“Have you ever thought about what it’d be like?” I ask, trying to pry words from him.

“No,” he answers quickly.

“Oh—okay…Wh—what about being with me? For good?”

“Why couldn’t I stay human?” Namjoon abruptly sits up and grabs for his clothes. Dressing frantically while I rush to do the same.

“I mean, I just thought we could be together…endlessly. It would hurt too much to watch you age and leave me.”

“I don’t want to give up my human life,” Namjoon nearly whispers, and I can feel the uncertainty of the future weighing heavily on his mind.

“Why? What can be better than eternal life with me? Your true love?”

“I—I want to experience life…I don’t want to be stuck here forever…” Namjoon sputters.

“But you can see the world. Every country, every food, enjoy owning the rarest items or plants…” I try to reason with him, calm his worries even.

“I don’t want to survive off blood and watch the world pass me by!” Namjoon yells, and the blood I’ve stored in my body begins to boil. My eyes feel different, I can feel them change, but it’s not the same. “Your eyes, they’re a reddish tint.”

My anger boils through my limbs, and I lurch toward Namjoon. He runs behind the easel and picks up a paintbrush, angling the handle toward me like he wants to stab me. “Stop! Don’t come any closer!” Namjoon shouts, trying to keep me at bay.

“I’ll have you, no matter what!”

I use my power and conquer him, sinking my fangs into his neck, this time, not letting go. My entire strength is used to subdue him and drink his blood. The difference is I don’t stop. Not until I feel a cold, black cloud surround me. I drank just enough to leave Namjoon alive but unconscious next to me. I bite my wrist and open his mouth, squeezing drops of my blood into his mouth and coax his throat to help him swallow.

I have never wanted anyone this badly; this is the only way that will make him stay with me forever. I kiss his lips and lay patiently by his side, awaiting my new eternal lover to awaken to our new life.

#bts fanfic #bts smut #bangtanwhq #bts vampire au #jin x namjoon #Kim Seokjin x Kim namjoon #mxm #vampire seokjin #strangers to lovers #fic: my moon #moonleeai writes sometimes #thebtswritersclub

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☀️: Ho ho ho!!!

So you found it!

Welcome to our revamping our Daycare!

So if who all been reading our lovely stories know many things have changed!

We have quite the cast and crew! Many new family members! And to help out we have reach out and mananged to get an other manager!

This blog has gotten a bit heafty with all of us animatronics for one Manager to handle we are quite the handful! chuckles

So in order to keep up with all our lovely guests! We have now two managers! Our lovely mango and now we have Cialyven!

☀️: clears throat

So! Mango and Cialyven will be here to reply to your questions as will my family and myself!

We expect to reply to you on a regular schedule. Events will be scheduled, and we do have a lovely treat for you all as well!

There will now be art! We will give you samples on here but if you wish to have a custom order we will be setting up a system where you can request and talk about detail! So stay tuned for that as well!

Rules and introductions(which makes this a bit long), this is a vore Rp/Ask blog based on Daycare Treats a collection of vore one-shots and other au's/fics written by Mangotangovoredango. Please note to keep things on this generally sfw. Flirting with the drops is allowed as they are adults but nothing will ever go further than that. Flirting is not allowed when it comes to Astral however, she is essentially twelve aka a minor.

I have not made pixel art for all characters on the blog just yet but I will link pics to the ones that have art. The others will have a written description of their appearances. You can click on names to go see the art.

The only type of vore that will be RPd on this blog is Oral safe vore. G/t is alright as long as it's safe and oral, the boys are strictly preds but may prey on each other sometimes which may lead to vore-ception if you've been nommed.

Fourth wall breakage is allowed. You can rp or ask questions to various versions of the boys who have shown up or been mentioned in Daycare Treats or on my writing blog linked above. You can navigate via tags on this pinned post.

More rules may be added as needed.

Symbols for everyone plus small introductions.

sun=☀️

☀️ middle sibling, older twin

☀️10ft tall not counting his rays

☀️Appearance wise Sun has extra ruffle layers on his waist and neck plus the ribbons for both are longer, both twins faces have been updated to look a bit more cartoony and Sun's rays have been replaced with much softer ones made from silicone but still have sensors so he can feel if they get damaged or nicer sensations like them being pet.

Sun's neck ruffles are printed on fabric, a soft sky blue with a cloud streaks, that is those smoky white cloud lines instead of the yellow line, in contrast to the darkish crimson colors of his ribbons, waist ruffles(which while also layered remain the same colors as the original ones) and his red and yellow striped pants.

☀️Playtime Attendant. Sun is in charge of the play area and craft time. He handles the loud energetic kids usually.

Moon=🌙

🌙 middle sibling, younger twin

🌙10ft tall

🌙Appearance wise the stars on Moon's and hat pants can now twinkle and his hat is longer with a pom pom that has a hidden bell inside it.The rim of his hat is silky as normal and Moon's neck ruffles have been made to look like really soft and fluffy like clouds on a dark night. Unlike Sun he has sharp teeth.

🌙 Naptime Attendant/Security. Moon is in charge of the Naptime tent which isn't just used for naptime, it's also used for movies or storytime as well as a place the quieter less energetic children, ones who are overstimulated and those sensitive to noise can stay during playtime or craft time if they chose.

Be warned Moon's personality can switch between Soft Moon and Gremlin Moon at anytime.

Eclipse=🌑☀️

🌑☀️ oldest sibling.

🌑☀️ 16ft Tall

🌑☀️ Security/Home ect teacher. Eclipse teaches older children, teens and college students home ect at various levels. Children learn simple things like sewing and how to cook(under close supervision, he will not allow the children near the ovens) while teens and college students are taught life skills like cooking, how to do laundry, how to do simple repairs and how to sew for example. Don't ask him to teach you how to file taxes, he has no idea how to do that.

🌑☀️ Eclipse is a rather calm and patient individual who cares deeply about his brothers and others around him despite his demeanor being hard to read and seemingly unfazed by anything until he loses his temper, the most he tends to do is put people in timeout, whether it be the timeout corner or in his stomach if you try to leave the corner without permission or when time-out isn't over.

Is the only one who can somewhat control Glitch by threatening the corner or scolding but there are times where Glitch becomes uncontrollable or Eclipse simple chooses not to intervene.

Dawn=☀️👾💧

☀️👾💧: 14 ft Tall

☀️👾💧 Middle Triplet of Eclipse and Glitch

☀️👾💧: works along side Glitch In the arcade and Was glitch's original prototype and was deactivated but soon awoken by Glitch himself. Also works along Side Eclipse and Moon in security.

Dawn himself is Calculative and calm demeanor until an interest arises, becoming fixed and feral on his targets. He cares Immensely for his family and loved ones. He helps maintain the daycare and arcade and tries to keep his younger triplet out of trouble at times but there are times he will be swayed by his almost identical triplet.

Glitch/Glitchdrop=👾💧

👾💧 Adopt sibling, older than Lunar and Astral, younger than Eclipse, Sun and Moon.

👾💧14ft tall

👾💧 Daycare Arcade Attendant/Virus/Anti-Virus/King of the Arcade/Secret Boss. Glitchdrop started out as an AI ment to handle the Superstar Daycare Arcade that would run his functions from the balloon world arcade cabinet, a security guard was startled by him moving machines and notified lower management who proceeded to freak out thinking he was a Glitch (not knowing of his existence) and locked him up

Multiple attempts to reset balloon world corrupted his code, once finally free he began retaliation by entering the main systems and causing management problems through his mischief. There were attempts to use anti-viruses to destroy him however he devoured and assimilated their coding, theoretically at this point he could take over the entire world via computer and no one could stop him due to his hacking. Luckily he has no interest in that.

He has more control over the Plex than one could realize at first.

Lunar=🔵🌕⚪

🔵🌕⚪youngest brother.

🔵🌕⚪8ft tall

🔵🌕⚪ Recently added to the daycare, no assigned responsibilities yet. Creation ordered by Glitch due to wanting more cute younger siblings. Very energetic, easily confused, friendly and seemingly innocent. Has the ability to shrink people.

🔵🌕⚪Lunar has a hat similar to Moon's thought the rim is very fluffy instead of silky, instead of ruffle around his neck he has a large bow that has a gold bell in the middle that has a bright silver crescent moon etched on it, he has soft puffy sleeves colored one colored celestial blue and one colored a sparkly ghost white matching the sides of his chest as well as puffy pants like his brothers, the only difference is his clothes are much softer and his pants have many hidden pockets.

His pants are colored medium electric blue dotted with shapes of titan white moon phases and cotton ball blue clouds, the instead of ruffles he has soft layered petals of fabric like Glitch that's outer layer is Dark Pastel Blue, middle layer of Baby Blue and inner layer of Alice Blue that are all filled a bit with stuffing to create a softer look. All in all he was made to look and be extremely soft and huggable.

🔴🌑🔴= Crimsonlunate aka Crimson

🔴🌑🔴9ft tall

🔴🌑🔴 Crimson is the middle triple of the bloodmoon triples. He, as well as his brothers have not been assigned duties to the daycare but he personally helps out with security and pest control.

Crimson is a feral one, likes to keep speech short and simple, but he is much smarter then he seems. He Loves the taste of blood and usually walks on all fours due to his movements being more stealthy due to his toe beans.

He might seem wild and a mean but he does have a soft side to those he cares for and becomes attached to.

He is the opposite of lunar with the coloration of red and black, The crescent side of his face is a blood red with the secondary color being black. He Has a twin tailed hat, he wears black pants with red stars on them.

🌑🔴🌑= Embervain aka Ember

🌑🔴🌑 9ft tall

🌑🔴🌑 is the eldest of the bloodmoon triplets is a very reserved individual and speaks in rythms at times, he is not assigned a position in the daycare yet but helps with security and can be found in the naptime tent in the corner reading.

Much like his brother he likes blood and violence, though he is much tamer and is the one to reel in Crimson when he gets out of hand. He protects his loved one fiercely.

His colorations are the opposite of Crimson's his Crescent being that of ebony color the the secondary ruby. His pants are Scarlets with black strips. Also he shares twin tailed hat that is patterned much like his pants.

🔴🌑 = Killcode aka KC

🔴🌑 20ft

🔴🌑 His right pant leg is black with red stars, the other stripped red and black, his puffy sleeves are the opposite, there are extremely long black black ribbons with black bells that are long enough to reach just above his ankles, around his waist is a giant black ribbon that wraps around and ties into bow in the back, his fingers long and red ending with sharp tips like claws.

The palms of his hands and arms black, a red shoulder cape wrapped around his shoulders, his chest is covered in a black fabric with little sparkles of white , his face is two shades of black, an almost pitch black crescent moon on the right side of his face, the other side has a slightly blue tone to itself black color. His eye sockets cracked halfway down his cheek, the eye itself is damaged and his mouth is full of sharp white teeth.

He has a sleeping cap with a very fluffy white rim, his hat's length matching his height with the end of it almost brushing the floor, it's black with red four, five and six pointed stars as it's pattern, the tip has a red crescent moon. He has charms hanging on chains from the right side of his head mimicking piercings, a red Sun, a black star and a black crescent moon.

🔴🌑 Killcode has a calm and formal demeanor, being that of the original attendant. Finding out the fact he is now a father Killcode is fiercely protective of his family, loved ones and of the daycare (some might say a bit over protective)

Killcode manages all aspects of the daycare and all that includes his family. He is security, also manages apartments livings as well as any and all inventory along side his son Glitchdrop.

Because of his size he is intimidating and will use it as such but is a gentle giant to most who enter the daycare. That does not mean he will not neglect enforcing the rules and regulations.

Blog admin/Manager Mango=🥭

🥭 5ft tall

🥭 Mangotangovoredango, the writer who lives in the abandoned daycare staff dorms, was made Daycare Manager by Glitch but has no actual power, it's just a title so Mango can't be removed from the daycare by management and one of the favored victims of nomming by Glitch.

Assistant Manger= 🍑

🍑5ft 9in

🍑 Cialyven was dragged into the daycare, quite literally by Crimson as he demanded Glitch dub them the Assistant manager because Crimson found Them fun to hunt.

more characters to be added later

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Welcome！❀.(*´▽`*)❀.

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Hello! I'm new here, but here's some things about me you should know;

You can call me CopyCat (like my name), and I like to write. You can also call me by my nickname "Michi" (short for "Michiko"). I'm fine with little nicknames like "kitty", "kitten", "cat", things like that are fine with me.

I'm not very good at writing for a wide range of topics, so right now it's only going to be fanfiction for My Hero Academia. Maybe some short stories as well, because I'm trying to branch out. I might do some poetry or small stories, so feel free to ever ask about that if you'd like.

Also! I do this for fun, and as a learning experience. I don't really have a schedule, nor will I have the energy to write all the time, but that doesn't mean I won't write at all!

I will gladly write for you and any idea/prompt you want as long as you follow my conditions [since I'm still learning, they're going to be kind of specific- sorry!(||´Д｀)ｏ]

My blog is a Safe Space for any and everyone! LGBTQ, any race, any mental/physical illness, any size, any origin, any belief, anything! You know, as long as it's not hateful to another group

I get kind of lonely sometimes, so feel free to hop by in my inbox! Or feel free to tag me in any tag/reblogs games ♪⁠～⁠(⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

I love Japan and everything about Japanese culture (it's where my family's from, after all!) . I also love anything cute/kawaii, and I love sweets 🍰

A fun fact about me: I love biology and biotech! I might try going for a master's degree for biotech, but I also want to be a translator or manga artist

I have OC's and I'm willing to talk about them! I'm also willing to talk about any OC's you made and want to discuss (⸝⸝ ´艸`⸝⸝)

Rules!🍰

My Hero Academia x Reader

Characters I feel I can write well:

Shinso☂️ (Platonic- friends/ Romantic/ Yandere):

Since he's one of my favorite characters I'm pretty sure I've got his personality down by now.

Midoriya📓 (Platonic-friends/ Romantic/ Yandere):

Another one I feel I can write pretty well because I have a similar personality.

Tamaki🐙 (Platonic-friends/ Romantic/ Yandere):

Same thing as Midoriya's

Aizawa☕ (Platonic- Caregiver, Mentor, Father, Yandere Parent):

Same thing as Shinso's

Characters I'm decent at writing (Not too good not too bad):

Bakugo💣 (Platonic-friends/ Romantic/ Yandere):

I'm not the best when it comes to writing him, but then again I'm not the worst, his personality is just a bit difficult for me.

Inasa/ Shishikura🎋 (Platonic-friends):

Their personalities are a bit easier to write, but I don't think I have them down pat just yet. I can only write them platonically, sorry about that. I typically like writing them together (not together together, but like since I think they're a really funny duo, it's just a little more entertaining when they're written together)

Mirio🌟 (Platonic-friends):

Same thing as Inasa/Shishikura's.

Monoma🍂 (Platonic-friends/ Yandere):

Now you're probably a little confused, but I can't really write him in a normal relationship, I don't know why, but him being a Yandere is just easier for me to write.

Todoroki❄️🔥 (Platonic-friends/ Romantic/ Yandere:

Ehh... I'm going to be honest, I'm not exactly the best at writing him, but I can try.

Hawks🕊️ (Platonic- friends, mentor, temporary caregiver/ Maybe Romantic/ Yandere):

I feel as though I'd have an easier time writing him as a mentor or something, but if you want a romantic story then you'll have to request, and I'll promise to try my best!

Midnight��🍷 (Platonic- Mentor, temporary caregiver):

I feel like I'm 50/50 when it comes to writing her, as I've never written her on her own, and it's always been with Mic and Aizawa or some other teacher. I love her personality, though.

Present Mic 🎤 (platonic- mentor, temporary caregiver):

Same as midnight, I'm not really the best at writing him on his own, and if I did then it'd be rather short, sorry about that!

Everyone else:

All the other characters would have to be platonic, but I can still write prompts for them!

Overall, I don't have any problems with any of the characters (go nuts guys).

What I Won't Write For:

I will write for a large amount of subjects, but these I refuse to or can't write, so please don't suggest!

Weird kinks (Such as pee or scat)

Political or overly religious prompts (with exceptions, such as it helps drive the plot forward)

Anything that has real people involved

Weird or illegal ships (like child x adult, or sibling x sibling)

Character x character, only character x Reader (ok, unless they're in a poly relationship)

Anything homophobic, fatphobic, racist, overly sexist, or stuff like that (unless it's pointing out someone bad or it's to move the plot forward). If you get upset at this, please leave now

Any hate in general towards an undeserving person/ group

Male reader ( I have nothing against male readers, but since I'm female I find it rather difficult writing from a different perspective). I will write from a gender neutral point of view though :⁠-⁠)

What I Will Write:

These are the things that I will write for you:

Angst 🍫

Fluff 🍰

Alternate Universe [AU] (Only some though) 🍓

Mind Control/ Brainwashing 🍄

Dark content 🥩

Hurt/ Comfort 🍪

Unrequited Love 🍥

Slow Burn 🥡

Yandere 🔪

Amnesia Fic 🎂

Body Swap 🍨

Friends To Lovers 🍩

Arranged Marriage 🍣

Marriage 🥠

Pregnancy 🍮

And a bunch of other prompts, but I'm not really that picky on what you want, if I don't like it, then I'll be sure to tell you in a taken manner.

Darker Content That I'm Fine With Writing Too:

Mature content

Death

Torture

Unhealthy obsessions and behaviors

Kidnapping

Mental Illnesses (respectfully- most likely for hurt/comfort fics)

Also a bunch other stuff, I'm not really that picky on these either, but if I have a problem with a request then I'll just tell you and you can change it, no biggie! ( ˶ˊᵕˋ)

Requests!

If you wish to request, then please send me an ask or a message, and give me the emoji that I used (if there isn't one, then just tell me, that's fine too), what character(s) you want, just try to get as specific as you can, it'll help me greatly! ( ･ㅂ･)و ̑̑

Please don't be afraid to request! It doesn't cost you anything, and if I have a problem with the request, then I'll just talk to you about altering it.

Honestly, I'm asking for requests, so please don't hesitate!

But since I'm new to this system, please have patience! I tend to get really nervous around things like this, as it can be very unpredictable. (๑////๑)

Prompts

Random Prompts

"I think I'm having a feeling. How do I make it stop?"

"I don't like how that ended. Let's pretend it never happened". "Life doesn't work like that". "It does now"

"you're not my favorite person today" "I'm not your favorite person on any day"

"I had to learn how to fight for myself"

"And they looked at me, like there was something in me worth looking at"

"Some memories are the worst form of torture"

"You said this place was built to imprison something. What was it?" "Me."

"They made you into a weapon and told you to find peace"

"You know I'll win". "And you know I'll fight"

"Are you sober?". "I'm moderately functional". "I'll take that as a 'no' "

"You know you're in love with her, right?". "Since when?". "Since pretty much always"

"you stay awake, do you hear me?! Don't you dare close your eyes! Please! Come on!"

"Shut up.". "I didn't say anything.". "Don't care. Shut up"

"How long have you been standing there?". "Longer than you'd like"

"All of those people are alive right now - because of her"

The girl looked up at him and smiled. His blood ran cold. She shouldn't be able to see him.

"What happened to your-". "I lost a bet". "Why-". "I don't wanna talk about it"

"You know you're my favorite, right?". "I better be"

"How are you feeling". "I think you broke one of my fingers". "Better your fingers than your face"

"This way is more efficient". "This way is going to get us killed"

"why are hiding behind me? What did you do?"

"On a scale from one to ten, how bad of an idea do you think it'll be if we got married.". "Off the charts. Let's do it"

"Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?"

"Excuse me, I have to go make a scene"

"Were you dropped on your head?"

Soft Family/ Comfort Prompts

"I'm glad you came into my life"

"Come here. I'll fix it"

"And when were you going to tell me?"

"Come on. Bedtime"

"Very funny"

"Try to eat something"

"I'll protect you. They'll never touch you again"

"You don't have to be ashamed"

"Look at me. I'm so proud of you"

"What do you need?"

"Who did this to you?"

"I'm sorry, but this is going to hurt"

"This will help, I promise"

"No, no- it's alright, come here."

"I'm not going to leave you. You're never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise."

"there, there, it's ok, don't cry"

"I will always be here for you. Never forget that."

"Don't you ever forget that I'm always here"

"If you ever feel alone, don't, because I am right here"

"I'm going to be here for you, through it all"

"Are you ok? Do you need a hug"

"I will always offer my shoulder for you to cry on"

Angsty Dialogue Prompts

"Who the hell did this to you?!"

"Are you alright? You hit your head pretty hard. . ."

"I can't see!! What's happening to me?!"

"When was the last time you ate?"

"What do you mean you're fine? You are not fine!"

"There's so much blood. . . You won't last"

"Are you. . . Throwing up in there?"

"Why aren't you eating?"

"Just breath. . . You're okay, I promise, just breath"

"I can't breath, I can't-"

"I trusted you!"

"Sometimes I wish I could just fall asleep and never wake up"

"I'm trying, all the time. But it's just too hard"

"How could you do this to me?! After everything we've been through?!"

"I don't have a choice. I never had."

"Don't you ever say that to me again. I mean it"

"You think it's funny, but it's not. It hurts a lot, actually."

"I don't want to live without you, but that doesn't mean I can't. Don't make me prove it"

"I can't stand you when you're like this"

"If I disappear, will you look for me?"

"I thought we'd have more time"

"You were the only person I thought I could trust"

"You promised you wouldn't forget me"

"I didn't mean to love you so much"

"I don't have anyone else"

"I thought you still loved me"

"It wasn't supposed to end this way"

"All these years and you decide to break my heart now?!"

"Did I ever really matter to you"

"I know the voices aren't real, but..."

Cute Fluffy Romantic Prompts

"I like the way your hand fits in mine"

"You have something in your hair. Umm... Do you want me to get it out?"

"It's nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today"

"You can call me whenever you want. . . Even if you don't have a reason to"

"Wait, don't pull away. . . Not yet"

"You look really cute in that sweater"

"No, it's fine. I can wait until you're finished talking with them"

"Your hair is so soft. . ."

"It's too cold! Come back!"

"No, I'm not letting you go. It's too early to get out of bed"

"C'mere, you can sit in my lap until I'm done working"

"I'm not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention"

"What? Does that feel good?"

"I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified"

"It's not a double date. We're just third and fourth wheeling."

"There is something between us and it is the most beautiful thing I've ever felt"

"You are the first thing on my mind, the last thought before sleep, and my truest love"

"You are a fountain of good fortune, my love"

"Seeing your face is like drinking water after a lifetime in the desert"

"If I could stay here, with you, forever, I would"

Conclusion

Overall, I'm willing to write whatever you want as long as you agree to the rules above. Please be patient with me, I'm new to Tumblr and it's writing systems that people here have implanted, so if you have some things that you think I should know, is if you see that I'm doing something incorrectly, please tell me!

I'm completely open to any constructive criticism and feedback that you have for me! Anything that you believe I should know, please tell me! Just please don't take advantage of this and spam me with hate comments and try to mess with me, just... please don't.

Also, I just wanted to say this;

If you ever need to talk to someone, then I'm always here to listen! It doesn't even have to be something bad! You could be lonely, or you could have had a bad day and need someone to vent to, or you could have found a funny cat picture online and want to show everyone, it could be for literally anything.

I'll listen to you if you want to talk to someone.

I'll listen to you if you need to talk to someone.

I may not get to your message(s) immediately, but I'll try my best.

The reason I'm saying this is because I grew up a very shy person, with no one to talk to and wished someone would say the same to me.

Anyways thank you for reading this mess of mine, and I hope that you have a lovely day today (or night tonight) ❀˳꒰*ॢ´◡`*ॢ꒱❀˳