TXT With A Vampire Significant Other

TXT with a vampire significant other

warnings: vampire reader, mentions of mortality?, blood not mentioned :)

note: I don't know where they come from, but the vampire thoughts keep coming! More Beomgyu x vampire reader on my 18+ nsfw blog!

☆ gender neutral

Even after you've been together a few years, you still catch Soobin admiring you as if he's smitten; your beauty and grace never wear off for him, and he still gets a little flustered and stuttery. You know he would spend every second of the rest of his life by your side, but you still want him to properly live it, not hide away with you all the time. So you let him introduce you to his friends, hard as it is for you to be around humans, and tag along to spend time with them for as long as you can stand. You find it gets easier each time, and more worth it to see your boyfriend laughing and enjoying time with his buddies.

Though Yeonjun knows you can't cry, he seems to be tuned in to your emotions. It's as if he can sense when you're upset. He knows you're older than him—though you've only given him a ballpark figure of just how many years you've seen—but, you're still his baby. He never lets you wall him out; even if you think it's too disturbing for a human to hear or he won't be able to understand, he wants to try. As the only person who knows your true nature, he wants to be someone you can open up to, tell all your secrets and fears to. He feels he can take it, because he loves you.

Beomgyu wants to hear all the stories—the real, true ones, not legends and lore that he can find on the internet that could just be foktales—and he wants to hear them from you. So many late nights are spent talking, Beomgyu mostly listening and throwing out questions and comments to your information. He listens so intently, eyes growing wider and wider, wrapping you even more around his little finger, especially when he breaks into an impressed smile during your recounts of things you've seen or done. When it's very late and Beomgyu refuses to sleep, too enthralled by the conversation, you retort to a little trickery; you gently brush your fingers through his hair over and over until his eyes start to grow heavy, continuing to talk in your quiet musical voice, until you've lulled him off into a deep sleep.

Taehyun has always been the strong one, but with his vampire partner, he often forgets that he's weaker and more vulnerable. Despite his love being immortal, he still acts in a protective way of them; walking on the side of the sidewalk on which he can shield them from threatening looking oncoming foot traffic, doing the heavier and more dangerous jobs around the house. It's natural to him. He doesn't even consider the fact that you don't need him to do these things. He won't admit it, but he's a little embarrassed that you can lift him off the ground with such ease.

Huening Kai is big and clumsy, while you are graceful and dexterous. You're always catching things he knocks over or drops before they can hit the floor, Kai apologising every time he notices your quick save. You just kiss his cheek and reassure him with a smile. The two of you are so in love, and Kai can't help but think about the future—the one where you live forever and he doesn't. It pangs his heart, the thought of you moving on and finding someone else after he's gone, and he often has nightmares about it. It takes a while for him to come clean about the context of the dreams you wake him from, and you're quick to make him understand that falling in love is not something you do often, with vampires or humans. It's just something that happened because you happened to meet him.

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

happy worldwide yoongi day!! 🍊 (well, 2 more minutes to yoongi day for my timezone)

Aw Ash, happy Yoongi boongi day to you! 🖤

Birthday - Min Yoongi fluff

Warnings: a single use of the word 'pandemic'

A/N: I'm still working on my series of drabbles, but I was interrupted by this thought for Yoongi's birthday. It may have inspired me to write drabbles about the boys and reader playing Animal Crossing next, if anyone would be into that. This is just a short one but I hope you enjoy!

Footsteps. The creak of flooring. A pause.

You're curled up on your side on the couch, the one whose back faces the bedroom, his view of you obscured by the high backrest. You see your smile reflected in the screen of your gaming console in the morning light, hearing his steps start up again as he makes his way further into the room, around the side of your couch.

It's not long before the steps cease, and only a moment later his presence is announced; he's cramming himself onto the couch behind you, regardless that there's not much space to do so.

He's still warm from the covers he was cocooned in when you woke up earlier, his chest meeting your back so snugly that you can feel the plushness of his sweatshirt, one arm wrapping around your middle.

His voice, deep and groggy, rumbles through his chest and reverberates through you. "Why aren't you in bed with me?"

"You're not in bed," you counter.

In lieu of a response, you feel his free hand smooth down the hair on the top of your head before he tucks it under his chin, followed by the motion of his chest rising and falling in a silent, sleepy, content sigh.

"You have a concert tomorrow. I wanted to let you be alone before you have to be around so many people. I know it can be exhausting for you."

"It's not exhausting being around you," he replies.

You're not focusing much on your game anymore. Not as much as you're focusing on the feel of his heart beating against you and the way his breathing rocks you a little.

You'd had so much of these moments in the last two years, the first time you were away from each other for long in that time was when the band went to America for their first in-person concert since the pandemic began, but you would never get enough of them. You were storing them all for when they could finally tour again and you'd be without him for months on end.

For a few moments you think he's fallen back to sleep, which you don't mind, apart from the fact that he could wake up stiff and sore and have that affect the concert tomorrow. But then he speaks again.

"Is this the game where the cat wants your money?"

You laugh quietly. "He’s a raccoon."

At this you shove your Nintendo into the large pocket of your hoodie (thanks Jimin) and twist yourself in his arms. His head tips back a little in surprise as you readjust. Now you can see his sleepy eyes and flushed cheeks and it makes something in your chest feel like butter melting. Yoongi shifts too, so that he's on his back, and you crook one of your legs around both of his. His head moves into the crook of your neck, his soft hair long enough now to tickle your cheek. You can smell his musky shampoo, one of your favourite things.

"What do you want for breakfast?" his voice rumbles softly.

"No, no, it's your birthday, you choose what you want for breakfast and I prepare it."

A corner of his mouth ticks upwards. "You want my grave to read 'Min Yoongi, 9.3.1993 - 9.3.2022?'"

He doesn't even flinch when you smack his chest jokingly, you're sure he knew it was coming. He knows you too well by now.

"Fine, you can cook but I'm helping at least," you reprimand.

"Okay," he agrees, his hand wrapping gently around your wrist so you can't strike again when he says, "you can set the table."

"Yoongi!"

His shoulders shake slightly against the couch cushion as he laughs. You know you could stay like this forever, but life goes on. Reaching towards his face, picking up a strand of soft black hair and twirling it around your fingers, the skin of your hand brushing the skin of his cheek, you feel grateful for having him right here, right now. He watches your face as you're admiring his hair, lost in your own thoughts.

"But really," he says, bringing your eyes back to his and holding them there. His hand lightly strokes up and down the centre of your back over your hoodie. "You don't have to give me space. Sleeping next to you, seeing you, it recharges me."

His eyes flick away for a moment, as if he's awkward about what he's just said. You know he doesn't like being cheesy.

You smile. "I love you too. Now, who wants birthday cake for breakfast?"

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

You summon a succubus, and he arrives in a puff of smoke. He's looking at you all like 😈 until you inform him that you actually summoned him because you were lonely and wanted someone to cuddle you. His face instantly softens, a small smile stretching on his lips that he can't bite back. This has never ever happened to him before, but he finds the situation adorable. Making his way over to you, he curls himself around your body, becoming the big spoon you needed. Your hand reaches blindly to his hair that feels fluffy and soft, hearing him laugh quietly at the action. He's so warm, and you can feel the odd beating of his inhuman heart against your back, lulling you into relaxation, you melt into him.

THIS–

ice prince yeonjun who’s sent into hiding because of a war between the ice and fire kingdoms.. his parents send him with only his pet artic fox, who speaks of wisdom and guidance for the prince. now finding himself in the middle of the earth kingdom, he must try and disguise himself as being a commoner with no sense of earthly powers. but when he makes a friend and they insist on visiting his home that has a temperature below freezing, he has to make a choice between whether he trusts you enough to keep his secret or if he must get rid of you to protect himself

Ethereal-

Uhm hello? Who is driving this bus? How do you go from that Light concept to this? I'm sat here shaken to my core. What do I do with myself? I was not ready, I hadn't recovered from the blonde ot5 prince concept...