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jameui · 2 years

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MY LITTLE SUNSHINE (FLUFF CENTER)

PAIRING: Sundrop/Moondrop x M!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, Angst

WARNING: major character death

SUMMARY: You were Sundrop's most special customer

You were the only person who accepted him, despite knowing exactly how dangerous he can get with the other front he keeps from you. You knew his other self had good intentions, but can get pretty violent sometimes. It was a good thing he loves to listen to you whether as Sundrop or Moondrop, so it wasn't a very difficult job to discipline him.

After school, you'd come pay a visit to the place and you'd be greeteed with the sight of Sundrop playing with the small kids in his nursery. You found it so cute to watch Sundrop fail everytime despite having a lot of advantage considering his tall stature. You would sometimes think that Sundrop is doing it on purpose, but if the kids found it funny, there's no harm in playing along with him.

One day, you fell asleep in the nursery waiting for the kids to fall into deep slumber as well. You had only woke up to the sound of sirens blaring inside the whole pizzeria and lights of red moving around to alert everyone that there's an emergency. You looked up at Moondrop and saw the stern look on his face, your brows only furrowing as you helped lead the kids out of the nursery, but you couldn't help to be curious why Moondrop looked so serious right now.

You ran up to him and grabbed him by the hand taking him by surprise as he looked down at you. "Moondrop, we got to go. I don't want you getting hurt. I may not know what this alarm is for or what it is all about, but I'm pretty sure it's not good news." You told him as you opted to drag him along with you, but Moondrop stood his ground. You looked back at him, brows knitted together as his eyes was glued onto you. "Moondrop—"

"I... can't go with.. you." Moondrop said. "I'm systemed... to stand still here." Moondrop was on guard and saw Vanny about to enter the door to the nursery through the small window and unnoticeably roughly pushed you out of the way as to hide you from getting caught.

Vanny opened the door and checked and saw that it was clear of any lurking kids, then left. As soon as she was lost, Moondrop gained back his movements and turned around to find you, only to see you passed out on the floor, your head leaking a crimson colored viscous liquid. Moondrop gasped and ran to you. "Oh, no. Starlight, what have I done? No, this wasn't my intention." Moondrop started to feel his panic rise as he did all kinds of way to wake you up, but to no avail.

He started to feel an unusual sensation happening in his eyes. Tears. There were water trickling down his face as he watched your body fall limply in his arms, lifeless. "Starlight, please wake up." He begged and begged the whole night, but you wouldn't and couldn't.

Not until, you woke up to the sound of music and children with their parents dancing to the song you were performing on stage. How did you get here? And what happened to... well, nothing else happened, right? You were newly born.

After your stage performance, Chica comes up to you and asks you. "You doing fine, M/n?" You nod your head. "You sure? Back there didn't seem you were."

You couldn't remember anything. The only memory you have was today and the moment you tore your eyes open to see the light, Monty flexing his built in muscles. "Strange. I do have a feeling that I'm forgetting someone." You shrugged and walked off.

On the other hand, Sundrop was looking quite happy to see you have survived and his plan to give you your new body worked perfectly, despite the consequence of his actions was getting him destroyed and trashed to get a new daycare worker. The light that once flashes on his irises, flickered off as he gives one more look at you going down from the backstage with a big smile on your face. In a glitching voice, he bid you farewell. "T-T-Take care, m-my sunshine." The last words he said, until he finally receives his message from death and is taken away permanently.

#x male reader #bxb #male reader #bottom male reader #fanfiction #angsty #fnaf fandom #fnaf sundrop #fnaf sun #fnaf security breach #sun x male reader #moondrop x male reader

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ficmachine · 1 year

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Brain go brrr so:

Imagine Moon picking on you and then promptly realising you're not enjoying it bc you've had a very shitty day.

Imagine Moon going out of his way and stepping out of his comfort zone to make sure you're okay- emotionally, mentally AND physically.

Imagine Moon doing their damn hardest to hold you and make you feel loved, despite of their struggle with physical contact and the memories that come with it.

Imagine being carried all the way through the theatre because Moony knows you don't handle heights but he wants you to rest somewhere somewhat comfortable regardless (the mattress they've dragged out few months ago hasn't been used by either of them up until this point)

Imagine Sunny waking up next to you, in his and Moon's shared room, with absolutely no context as to what happened the night before.

Imagine Sun taking care of you and being beyond bashful, thinking unspoken things happened between you and Moon, even if its unlike them to share something like that with Sun.

Imagine the misunderstanding that comes with you approaching and asking Sunny what's wrong, and them fully confessing Moon has blocked them out of the previous night's events.

Imagine Sun willing to all up and die as you explain that all you did was smooch and cuddle with his night counterpart, and that you've very much enjoyed it.

Imagine Sunny pausing, hesitating, hearing what he just heard. Then, ever so shyly asking if they, too, can kiss you on the lips.

Imagine realising Sunny is so fond of kissing he nuzzles his faceplate to you and tries to (very casually) smooch you, hoping to get some kisses back in return.

Imagine loving both of them so much despite the communication troubles the two deal with. But knowing fully well despite their differences they would never exchange you for another.

#bug writes fics #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #moon x reader #Sun x reader #fnaf headcanons #fnaf #gender neutral reader #masc reader #male reader #nonbinary reader #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #listen. im. very gay for them both okay #moondrop x gn reader #sundrop x gn reader #not beta read bc im just rambling

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qtipcottonbuds · 2 years

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𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 '𝟭𝟲 ; 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗦𝗨𝗡 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡 [CNC + STUCK IN WALL]

a little gift for @lovinglyselfish thank u so much for this idea, you absolute genius my bro <333333 this is technically a prelude to one of the other upcoming kinktober entries yes yes, i will also link it here also mayb this wwas too long oh hoo boy anyhoo I FINALLY DID IT. Am I embarrassed yes. But it's 2 in da morning. Whatevs

warnings ;; CNC, dubcon, (this is a roleplay), robophilia, robotfucking, possible mild language, stuck in wall, fingering, oral sex, fear play, worker!reader, reader is scared of the dark too, cumflation, excessive cum, hinting at a glory hole situation, uhhhh oh yes dacryphilia, i think thats it for now ??, also praise kink and petnames etc

by qtipcottonbuds 2022. do not repost.

𝗣𝗢𝗟𝗬!𝗦𝗨𝗡+𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥;

Of course, it naturally seems to be that when it’s allegedly ‘too late’ most realisations come to light, or rather stab you in the back. A double-edged sword. You’d opted to take on the graveyard shifts, swapping them for the daytime shifts you’d originally been scheduled to work on - it wasn’t anything to bring home about. Aside from the lecture given to you by one of the higher-ups that even when working after-hours on a day shift, it wouldn’t contribute towards after-hours pay. If anything, the supposed after-hours payment was a complete scam for the newer workers in the Complex.

An easy way to get more done with less hassle. What a load of shit. Sure enough, working the graveyard shifts allowed you a higher pay raise - and God knew you needed it - the original payment from the prior shift you were on barely covered insurance for questionable injuries.

Worn out, you unintentionally allow yourself to be caught off guard by the overwhelming bright lights occupying the Daycare Centre, almost blinding. In any other case, you’d be more aware, noting not to look up when easing yourself off the padding flooring - but it was late. Probably past midnight. You weren’t exactly used to these shifts. This being the first one of many more yet to come. You liked to think you’d get used to it - at some point, practice made perfect, regardless.

You did have to admit, the new working hours weren’t all bad, if you had room for some honesty. The animatronics, you had yet the pleasure of meeting, both offered some form of company at least. Being both alone, and in the dark, was something you could never bring yourself to get accustomed to. You’d suspected it was nothing more than a childhood fear, something to grow out of as you grew older, but it stuck firmly. If anything, it grew more intense; the fear of the unknown. The feeling of something being there. Maybe you didn’t have to see it, catch a glimpse of something moving about, away from your line of sight. But, it was the feeling of knowing something could be there. The feeling of feeling something there.

Wiping down and disinfecting the toys, no doubt having been touched or better yet, coated in substances you’d prefer not to think about (especially in the production of how they came to be, exiting a child’s body) you finish up, finally, squirting the disinfectant spray for one last time onto the scrub. A small touch up over the surface of the front desk.

Setting them down, you sigh. The term graveyard shift, wasn’t exactly an understatement when you thought about it. Your body ached. In more places you considered plausible. Yet, the quicker you got the job done, the easier it would be to head home and sleep for at least the next century. You could at least offer yourself a small break, you muse.

As you prepare to gather your belongings from underneath the main desk within the Center, you pause, catching on to the shade of an obscenely pink plastic ball from the ballpit, just near the entrance of The Cove. It wasn’t that you had any personal vengeance against the colour pink, or any of the selected colours within the Daycare Center (being nothing more than visual simulation for the little ones). It was more that they weren’t exactly gentle on the eyes. Close enough to migraine inducing from the vibrancy. No doubt some of the little children throughout the day had brought them in there. The entrance, near enough to a perfect circle, was just wide enough to crawl through. But, it was dark. Too dark. The soft fairy lights used for decoration had been turned off a few hours ago. Something about saving electricity - a fair enough point.

You contemplate for a short while, exhaling loudly. It wouldn’t hurt putting a few more plastic balls away - there were roughly around 10 to around 20 of them at the most, nothing too heavy. But, it was dark. It wasn’t the most appealing of situations, regardless of how small the hideaway was. There was no source of light occupying The Cove, aside from the overhead lighting cutting through the entry point partially.

Nibbling on the inside of the cheek, you shift your weight from side to side.

Quickly striding over (fear fueling your confidence more than anything), you kneel down, leaning into the circular crevice. You’d prefer not to spend any time in that area longer than you needed to. Five minutes at most if you jogged back to the main desk. Mindful of your shoulders bumping into the plush material, you reach in further, blindly palming around until the cool plastic connects with your hand. Latching on to it, you continue the process, taking out one ball at a time, steadying yourself. Nearly done. Squinting, you note there’s one ball further in than the rest, just about illuminated by the light seeping in.

You could just leave it there. No one would truly notice, most likely until at least the next morning. Yet, you knew, begrudgingly, that even if you had proceeded with leaving it there, you couldn’t risk any mistakes. Not at least on your first night on a new shift - what would that say about you? You needed the pay - you couldn’t risk the possibility of having your check being docked over something so trivial.

You tap your hands along the smooth material of the entrance, debating.

“Just one more, that’s all. Then you can rest.”

Exhaling deeply, you lean in for a final time, stretching further in. The entrance walls dig uncomfortably into either side of your ribs, hiking up your work shirt. Abruptly, you find your weight leaning more onto your upper half, leaving you unbalanced - much quicker than you’d anticipated.

Attempting to pull yourself back with the guidance of the entry point, you find yourself tilting further, having to support yourself reflexively, hands planted firmly on the cushy material - the plastic ball rolling farther in, engulfed entirely in the darkness.

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

You try to breathe through your nose calmly. In. Out. In and out.

This was no biggie; you’d just overestimated yourself, that’s all. There wasn’t exactly much to the hideout (according to what you were told), mainly occupied by plushies of varying sizes. Nothing more than a safe space. Without the lights on. The majority of the light had now been overshadowed by your shoulders and head, only just filtering through the sides of your neck. Sweat begins to collect in the middle of your hands, hot and balmy, and you opt for shifting your weight onto your knees, internalising thanking the management who gave the green light for the padding flooring; the plausibility of being stuck here longer than you believed, becoming a real possibility.

Pushing backwards, with more urgency this time, you allow your shoes to dig into the flooring, giving some leeway for space as you attempt to twist out of the small hole - you shoulders hunching up together uncomfortably, elbows unable to move, limited by the only space they’d been occupying prior.

Who exactly would still be here? As far as you knew, you were the only one on the said shift, on the said ground floor of the Complex. If anyone else was working this late, they’d at least be working within another sector of the building entirely. The only chance of another hired employee stumbling across you would be nothing more than a coincidence, and that was excluding the possibility of them not even being able to hear you behind the double-glazed glass.

Vanessa; she’d normally finish up around a quarter to midnight, after doing a patrol, both on the security cameras and on foot - and it was already well past the time you’d arrived here initially. Rolling your wrists, allowing a brief break from the strain, you conclude that the only real nearby available help, at the very least, were the animatronics themselves. Either one of the two - Sun or Moon.

Sun, he was somewhat unnerving, his looming presence of being at least over 8ft tall did initially startle you. And was during the daytime shifts. Although he was mainly jovial, a natural part of his coding system - he was eager to please, eager to learn. Sweet in personality, overall. Moon, on the other hand - your constant fear of the dark did nothing to truly help your possible future interactions with him. You’d only briefly encountered him once, hiding away in the shadows on the ceiling, suspended by wires and bolts. He seemed nice (you hoped at least), you had no real reason to make any judgement but - he was absolutely fucking terrifying in the dark.

Sucking up your pride (the urge to remain quiet and pretend you’d never even involved yourself in such a stupid situation for a first time shift), you weakly call out, almost sheepish.

“Is, uh, is anyone back there? Hello?” Panic begins to creep into your voice, growing louder in volume. You were becoming increasingly aware of time, knowing that at every even hour, the power breakers would switch off. “Hello? If anyone can hear me, at least, could you help me, please? Hello?”

Nothing. Fuckfuckfuck.

You were okay, you were going to be okay - this was nothing more than a slight blip, a hold up.

Yet, the passing of time, from where you’d started your shift and had gotten stuck, had begun to bleed into one. Every so often, your eyes would drift, just about on the cusp of sleep. You were okay. It was just dark, nothing more, nothing less. The shadows in the corners luckily left nothing to the imagination, engulfing the majority of the given space into one black mass.

Blinking, you hear the faint whirring of fans and the heavy padding of feet somewhere within the Center. It’s dull, repetitive, a sleep-addled brain unsure of whereabouts it was coming from entirely - but you opt, albeit sleepily, to call out once more.

“Hello?” It’s slurred, weak. ��Is… that you, Sun? M’stuck. I don’t… I can’t get out. Could, could you help me, please?”

“Ah! Hello! You’re the pretty new assistant, aren’t you, sunshine? Of course I can help you, silly! Sillysillysilly. It’s what I’m here for.”

Cylindrical fingers, soft and padded, tentatively grasp around your waist. And yet, it’s only until Sun allows his palms to rest on your hips, you acknowledge just how large his hands truly are. Dear God. Each of his fingertips meet across your lower stomach, thumbs kneading your lower back reassuringly - palms large enough to encompass your stomach entirely.

You were finally going to get out. To go home, brush off the simple mistake and get a much needed sleep.

In spite of the short relief at the thought of being freed, Sun’s fingers skim over the bottom of your work shirt, flicking up the fabric, curiously. His fingers, although coated in a plushy silicone material (for the benefit of preventing accidents), are cool to the touch, not too warm, but not too uncomfortable either to squirm away.

Still, the animatronic had still made no inclination to pull you out as of yet.

It could be that he was just surveying the situation, that’s all. Looking for the easiest way to pull you out without allowing you to be harmed, is what you tell yourself silently.

Sun’s hands still linger. They trail lower and lower, curling around the belt hoops of your slacks, tugging at the fabric.

“Suh- Sun? Is everything okay back there? You… You haven’t pulled me out yet?” The longer the silence draws out in response to your question, the more the growing unease settles heavily in your stomach.

Why hadn’t he pulled you out yet?

“You’re so soft, fragile. Plush - compared to me. Sososososo small! Little thing. Pretty sweet thing. All for me.”

“What?”

“Tiny and pretty, so small in my hands. Well-behaved.”

“Sun, I’d like for you to get me out now… Please? If that’s alright? I need to get home-” You’re more alert now. You don’t like the dark.

He hushes you softly, accompanied by the humming of his sun rays most likely rotating, “Shh. None of that now, sunshine. We don’t talk in our outdoor voices, do we? No; nononono we don’t. That’s naughty. Indoor voices only. Only.”

It’s phrased as a command, rather than as a question - with no room for argument.

Panicking, noticing his presence more closer to you than you anticipated, you struggle in his hold, legs kicking and thrashing about. You needed to leave. Get out of whatever this fucking was. You wanted to go home.

A palm jolts away from your waist, firmly encasing your ankle.

“Sunshine.” You halt in your movements, his voice taking on a deeper tone, breaking with static. “That, that, wasn’t very nice. Was it?”

A meek ‘no’ slips out before you could stop yourself. You couldn’t see - at all. To some extent, you were grateful for it, not being able to see the permanent drawn up smile positioned from cheek to cheek behind you, milky white eyes, too big in proportion to be considered something wholly human, but human enough to recognise the sentiment of certain emotions flitting through his optics.

You couldn’t see - but you could feel him. Behind you. Looming.

“I won’t ask you again.” A threat. You consider briefly fighting back - but what good would that do, truly? You were limited by your humanity, and him, it, whatever this was, was beyond that of a human. The bruising hold Sun had left on your legs would no doubt leave marks for days at most.

Sun supplies no response in return to the slight whimper you let out, instead, continuing on, his hands returning to where they originally had settled - metallic thumbs hooking around belt hoops once more, and shimmying your work slacks downwards. Fine hairs across the expanse of your thighs instinctively raise upwards at the sensation of cool air hitting your skin.

He was far from gentle.

He’s humming now, a tune you can’t say you’re too familiar with, and proceeds to trail his fingertips over the bare skin, up towards your underwear, rubbing over the outline of your sex. As if he was studying it, acquainting himself with your anatomy.

“Sososososo soft. Delicate. Made for me. A toy.” The last part glitches out, nothing more than an electric warble.

Hooking around the material of your underwear, the fabric strains from the force, sex now bare, embarrasingly so, and Sun, Sun, is nothing near to gentle. Mechanical hands follow around the surface of your rim, feeling across the muscle for a moment or two, before forcefully breaching in, dry and cold. It hurts. It fucking hurts. There’s no room to breathe, letting out a choked gasp of air, as his fingers bear down deeper and deeper, curling and rotating, searching.

Biting down harshly on your forearm, compelling yourself to avoid honing in on the burning pain, Sun carries on, almost jovially, twisting and spreading his two forefingers apart in a scissoring motion.

It hurts. It hurts and hurts and hurts.

“So warm, wet! All for me. Pretty and warm and lovely and-”

Unable to hold back the drawn out whine, bubbling in your throat, you just about hear the whirring and whooshing of a contraption sliding open, accompanied by a slight hhhhhssssh! and a thick, silicone textured tendril, sloppy and coated in an unknown liquid, brushes up against the fat of your thighs.

It feels like forever and an eternity.

“Wanna fill you up, sunshine, breed and breed, fillfillfill and fill you up just right! A gorgeous, little dolly just for me. For us. Love you, always - always loved you. Watched you, sunshine; talking with the parents, guiding the children if they needed help. Sosososo helpful, so sweet. Good little service worker. Servicing me. Us.”

You wait for him to stop. For it to end.

And yet he doesn’t stop. It doesn’t stop. Sun continues to spill and spill and spill himself into you, thick and searing hot, whining helplessly; your stomach beginning to paunch from the volume, settling heavily in your tummy.

Unbearably warm and syrupy, you cringe at the feeling of the liquid seeping between your thighs, starting to cool and stick from the cold air.

Eyes glossy, you barely notice the feeling of him guiding himself back out, a slight surge of liquid landing on the padded flooring with a wet squelch! in doing so. You can faintly hear the rustling of fabric behind you - Sun casually tucking himself back into his loose fitting pants, but you’re all too oblivious to the chilled sensation of neon marker pens gliding across your heated skin - crudely drawn arrows all directed towards a specific spot.

You hardly take note of the said warmth of his presence leaving you, overstimulated and fucked dumb from the varying sensations - time once again passing. Merging into one and all the same. Joined by nothing but the darkness, you sag, mumbling weakly for ‘help’. You weren’t entirely sure if help would even reach you at this point - if anything, it was more for your own comfort, knowing at least you could hear your own voice, grounding yourself.

Until there’s a slight chiming of high pitched bells, jingling.

The strain in your neck, slack and weak, pulled forwards from gravity, becomes too much to handle, and you glance upwards, only to directly look onto two pin prick dots - a vibrant red, peering back at you from the darkness. You just wanted to go home.

Sniffling, you writhe, hastily urging yourself to get out, your shoulders burning from the movement.

“I can’t, I can’t. Please, I won’t tell anyone, I promise - just, please… Please help me get out of here. It hurts.”

The bells jingle in tandem, Moon crawling on all fours towards you from the shadows, and he coos. He fucking coos.

“Shh. Shhhhhh. Sun didn’t take care of you, did he? Left you messy. Messymessymessy indeed. And, you will go home, little one.” A smooth thumb rubs over your bottom lip, his faceplate unbearably close to yours, smiling. “Soon. Soon. Your words don’t match the sign left on your back. Not at all. You’ll go home when we’re finished. We’re not done yet.”

You make an attempt to respond, only to gurgle instead; Moon drives his forefingers into your mouth, as if aiming to reach your uvula, until you ultimately gag on reflex, drenching the digits in saliva.

As he draws his fingers from within your mouth, you immediately hunch over, coughing harshly, eyes blurred - your workplace badge, brightly coloured, now discarded onto the floor with an annoyingly chipper motto of ‘Hi, how may I help you?” with a neatly printed smiley face.

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dervampireprince · 5 months

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ASMR | FNAF - Moon x Listener SFW Spending Your Break With Moon

[M4A] [Established relationship with Sun, but not with Moon] [Reverse comfort?] [Sleep aid?]

This is the hardest voice I've ever done. I can't growl which makes Moon's voice pretty impossible but I gave it my best try because lots of people keep requesting him. So here's my attempt. If you think it works then feel free to let me know and request more scenarios for Moon.

Custom audio commissions are open! Full public spicy audios on sound gasm (link in pinned post). 2 Exclusive spicy audios on Patreon every month. I also stream on Twitch every week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit any of my content]

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dreamsfullofwoe · 1 year

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peas in a pod

ex assassin reader

You had always been fascinated by the legend of Moon Knight, the mysterious vigilante who protected the streets of New York City. You had read all the comics, watched all the movies, and even owned a replica of his signature crescent-shaped boomerang.

One night, as you were walking home from the movie theater, you heard a commotion coming from an alleyway. Without thinking, you rushed to investigate, only to find yourself surrounded by a group of thugs.

Just as you thought you were done for, a shadowy figure dropped down from the rooftop, landing gracefully in front of you. It was Moon Knight himself, and he was there to save the day.

Together, you and Moon Knight fought off the attackers, his movements fluid and precise as he took down each assailant one by one. When the dust had settled, he turned to you and gave you a nod.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice deep and gravelly.

You nodded, still in shock from the sudden turn of events.

"Good. You shouldn't be out here alone at night. It's dangerous," he said, offering you a hand to help you up.

You thanked him, feeling a strange connection to the masked hero who had just saved your life. As you walked away, you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to fight by his side, to see the world through his eyes.

Little did you know, Moon Knight was also wondering the same thing about you. From that night on, he kept a watchful eye on you, silently protecting you from the shadows.

Eventually, you and Moon Knight met again, and over time, a deep and powerful love grew between you. Though you could never fully know his true identity, you knew that he would always be there for you, no matter what.

Together, you became the ultimate crime-fighting duo, with Moon Knight's strength and agility and your intelligence and wit. You may not have known his true name, but you knew that he was the love of your life, and that was all that mattered.

#x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight yandere #moon knight #yandere male #night sky #yandere writing #tw yandere #sky #full moon #crescent moon #looks to the moon #moon #sun #moondrop

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ordinary-spencer · 1 year

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Hello! Im Spencer and I write headcanons/one shots for a bunch of fandoms!

For oneshots I will only do x Male or Gender Neutral reader as there isnt much of them

Some Fandoms I Will Do:

Security breach (Mostly Sun/Moon and Dj since they dont have alot of content)

Mandela Catalogue

Dialtown

Sans/Papyrus Aus (I love papyrus with all my heart so mostly him)

Welcome home

Stanley Parable

Osomatsu San (even though it’s been years since anyone has talked about it, it has become one of my interests)

One punch man

Jujutsu Kaisen

Crossovers between these,, Example: Welcome home x Fnaf Sun reader (platonic)

I will NOT be doing:

Nsfw/smut

FEMALE READER (Please do not ask me for any.)

DSMP (I will no longer be doing DSMP asks)

Adult x child romantically

Character x character

Will do:

Fluff

Angst

Character x reader

Male reader

GN reader

Trans male reader

This is my first time doing any of this on here so im excited to write :)

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yandereloveraw · 2 years

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Controlling! Yandere! Moondrop, keeping Y/n in his room in the tower: You want to go outside? Why, Y/n~ You know why we stay up in this tower~ That's right, to keep you safe and sound, dear~💙 Guess I always knew this day was coming, knew that soon you'd want to leave the nest. Soon, but not yet~ Shh, trust me, pet~ Moony knows best~💙

Mother Knows Best - Tangled

"Please don't make me gloomy. Stay with Moony~💙"

#yandere moondrop #fnaf moondrop #moondrop x y/n #moondrop x reader #controlling behavior #controlling male yandere #Mother Knows Best - Tangled #minors please dni #yandere quotes #music #lyrics #yandere quote #ageless blogs pls dni #incorrect quotes

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ashesbreadandbutter · 10 days

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I would love to write commissions for someone, anyone who craves to pay an excellent writer.

A few creepypasta commissions would be fun 👀 either that or Sundrop and Moondrop ...

Either way, I have a whole post for what fandoms I write for! If interested in helping me out check em

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loveydoveystanger · 1 year

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"S-starlight~" Pt. 2

Hello again sweet-hearts! I felt like making another part so enjoy!

As M/n was walking home he wondered if he really should try and take the job. Well he'll worry about it in the morning, it was getting late after all. Once he got home he was welcomed by his jerk of a neighbor. His neighbors never really liked him but, he never understood why. 'There might have been rumors of me,...' he thought, 'I mean they could of heard from my ex as well..'

As he closed the door behind him he sighed exhaustedly. "Well I think I should eat before I lay down." He said in a tired voice. He just cooked himself some ramen and sat the bowl down at the table. "Well if I want the job I should do some research on the place." He stated.

He grabbed his laptop and started some research. He found out there were four different jobs available is being: a janitor, a supervisor for the animatronics, daycare attendant helper, & a mechanic.

He figured to be a daycare attendant helper since he was good with kids. But he wanted to know who or what he was working with. He looked further into the position and saw that the daycare attendant were sun and moon themed 'cute.' he thought. Once he finished eating he closed his laptop and went to his room.

"Haaa~ I'm so exhausted! And I think I'll take the job in the morning. I'll visit the place just to check it out while I wait to see whether I get the job or not." He says as he closes his eyes. Slowly, he drifts off to sleep.

Hey Dearies! I'll just finish this tomorrow or later because I've been busy. Ta-Ta for now!

PS: Sorry for any mistakes I never really look back so if anything's wrong just bare with me. AND smut might be in the next or fourth part!

#security breach #sundrop #sunrise #fnaf sb #fanfic #moondrop #x male reader #male reader #fnaf smut

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mossyinkynebulous · 10 months

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While I'm doing some promotional type stuff, have the DCA fic I've been working on for over a year below.

Apologies that it's on Wattpad, it's my beloved.

Is it cringe? Absolutely, but it's my cringe

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adonisbeloveds · 4 months

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Random ass thought I have

Imagine: Your Moon and Suns maker meaning they only like you (+Kids) and trust only you with their maintenance. (your also the only one who treats them like people)

Whenever Moon goes against their protocol and try to harm other staff, they always know to go get you so you can calm them down before something bad happens.

Whenever Suns overheating (having an anxiety attack) staff already know they have to get you as soon as possible because Sun won't let anyone who isn't their maker close, when you do get there you kick everyone out and just sit silently as Sun hugs you while he slowly cools down.

They are protective asf

No matter who it is, staff, adults, children it doesn't matter if they feel you are being threaten or you were hurt even if it was an accident they are not letting ANYONE in a 10 foot radius near you if someone does moon has more...physical tendencies if someone came close, Sun is a lot more gently and slightly pushes them way but if they keep on coming closer they won't hesitate to cover your ears and set off the alarms built in them.

They are just protective and mean no harm! moon might but we don't talk about that

I love them so much

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ablobwhowrites · 2 years

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yall...im making a one shot of yandere sb and you can request yandere security breach. But I'm doing a one shot inspired by @head-in-the-icloud and I'm making it as violent or try to as the yandere narinder request

#yandere stories #x male reader #yandere x male reader #random talks #mystery yanderes #mystery yandere #yandere ideas #yandere fnaf #yandere #yandere sundrop #fnaf sundrop #yandere moon #fnaf moon #moondrop #yandere security breach #fnaf security breach #security breach

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lace-coffin · 4 months

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Updated Masterlist!

you can find all my works here <3

slashers

multiple slashers

How slashers would react to Accidently hurting their S/O?

How would slashers comfort their S/O on a bad day?

Slasher kinks headcanons (nsfw)

Slasher autism headcanons

How would the Slashers react to their S/O being attracted to their movie? (Nsfw)

Slashers with captured!police!S/O (Nsfw)

Slashers with a mommy kink x fem!reader (Nsfw)

Bubba Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

How would Reader fit into the Sawyer household as Bubba's S/O? (Slight nsfw)

How would Bubba Sawyer react to sibling!reader tickling them by surprise?

Reader comforting Bubba on a bad day

Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre- The Beggining)

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Asa Emory x gn reader who’s secretly into bondage (nsfw)

Receiving comfort after a punishment Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa Emory comfort reader when they’re having a panic attack? Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa Emory react to finding his new pet coddling his bugs? Asa emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa react to finding out his victim has an attraction to slashers?(nsfw) Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

What kind of meals does Asa Emory like to cook and eat? Asa Emory x Gn!Reader (slight nsfw)

How would Asa Emory feel about a gay bear s/o? (Nsfw) Asa Emory x Gay bear!Reader

how old do i think Asa Emory is?

How would Asa Emory react to a member of his collection having a phobia/phobias? Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa Emory punish a bratty s/o for hiding from punishment? (Nsfw) Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa Emory comfort his pet/so on their period? (Nsfw) Asa Emory x gn!reader

How would Asa Emory cope with a bratty s/o? (Nsfw)

Asa Emory x lonely!fem!reader

What rules does Asa Emory have for his pet/SO? (Nsfw)

How would Asa Emory react to a co-worker leading his cop case?

How would Asa Emory react to his pet/SO injuring themselves to save one of his bugs?

Wanted! Asa Emory x Sheriff bounty hunter!Gn! Reader (nsfw)

Period sex with Asa( nsfw)

Asa Emory x Feral! Gn! Reader

Asa Emory x Autistic!FTM!Reader with an oral fixation/stim

Asa Emory x gn!reader! Who needs a stuffed animal to sleep

Caregiver! Asa Emory x Little!Gn!reader

How would Asa Emory react to a child breaking into his hotel?

Asa Emory x picky eater!Reader

Asa Emory x Autistic!Gn!Reader with a new hyperfixation

How would Asa Emory react to teens breaking into the hotel to smoke?

Billy Lenz (Black Christmas)

Jason Vorhees (Friday The 13th)

Is this too corny? Jason Vorhees x Reader (Freddy Kreuger is your older brother and you meet/fall in love with Jason at the corn maze)

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)

Michael Myers (Halloween)

Yautja (predator) (Female or Male)

Yautja x gn autistic partner (platonic)

Five Nights At Freddy's

Feathery friends until the end 🐣 Agre!Reader x Platonic!Cargiver!Chica

How would Moondrop and Montgomery gator react to an exhausted reader on their shift? gn!Reader

Montgomery Gator x overstimulated autistic!gn!Reader

Resident Evil

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bangtansmauyeondan · 2 years

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AUTUMN LEAVES MASTERLIST - Fall 2022 Collaboration

Main Banner: Justine • bangtansmauyeondan. Fic Banners: Dani • persphonesorchid

Contributors: @hamsterclaw @taestefully-in-luv @madbutgloriouspond @persphonesorchid @blog-name-idk @btsstan12 and myself! 🥰

We are ready to warm you up through this sweater weather, when the smell of roasted marshmallows and pumpkin spice waft through the air, with heartwarming stories to carry you through the season!

Warnings are more specified on each writer's blog posts.

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CRIMSON by @jminssiii - September 17, 2022

Pairing: non-idol! Namjoon X fem! reader Genre: strangers to lovers, fluff, crack (a little?) Warnings: none Rating: pg-13 WC: 8k+ Summary: The time when the wind changes and you can feel poetry in the air is autumn. Autumn is also called fall. This time, maybe literally for Namjoon as he falls for the girl with her nose buried in a book. He navigates his small crush on her with crimson cheeks, crunch of leaves and the changing winds.

FALL LIKE MOONDROPS by @madbutgloriouspond - September 24, 2022

Pairing: Jimin x F!Reader Genre: Friends to Lovers, Angst, Fluff, Smut Warnings: 18+, smut, car sex, mentions of wonderwall, an insane amount of pining, additional tags to be added Summary: University's over and the rest of Jimin's life is about to start but there's one more thing he needs before he's ready to embrace whatever future awaits him.

BERLIN by @hamsterclaw - October 1, 2022

Pairing: Hoseok x F!Reader Genre: Espionage AU, smut, mild angst Warnings: 18+, sex, swearing, mentions of injury Summary: Hoseok and you tried to make it work but you can't... Yet you can't be without each other either.

PICK OF THE PATCH by @taestefully-in-luv - October 8, 2022

Pairing: Taehyung x female reader Genre: fluff, angst, smut, enemies to lovers Rating: M Warnings: swearing, some alcohol consumption, sad oc, feeling lost, feelings of regret, Taehyung is kinda an asshole (for reasons🥺), terminal illness, character death, crying. smut warnings: oral (fem and male rec), protected sex (more smut warnings on actual fic) Summary: You’re a struggling artist with a strong desire to escape so when your mother suddenly calls and asks you to return home to replace her in this years Harvest Festival dance, you never said yes faster. However, she informs you that you’ll be working with another dancer, Kim Taehyung and upon meeting, you decide you do not like him…but right when you think you could grow up and move past it, Taehyung makes it clear that he does not like you either.

AUBURN SKIES by @persphonesorchid - October 15, 2022

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: Best friend's sister au, crack (sort of? I'm not funny lmao) Warnings: 18+, smut (exact smut warnings will be included in the post once it's up and ready to go!) Summary: "Autumn is a season that shows us that change can be beautiful" - Everyone knows that if your best friend has a little sister, she's off limits. Yoongi knows this. There's no way he could tell Namjoon that once upon a time you kissed him, drunk in his living room after a break up. So much time's passed since then, too much time to bring it up now, but Yoongi still thinks about it, he's still a little hopeful. Now you're here at the lake house because Namjoon brought you and you clearly have something you want to say to Yoongi. Namjoon's gonna kill him.

(RIGHT) HOOK, LINE, AND SINKER by @blog-name-idk - October 22, 2022

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Fem Reader Genre: College!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut Word Count: 12,353 Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Vmin being menaces as always Summary: Haunted houses are the opposite of your idea of a good time. But then you punch out a hot zombie who falls for you the same instant his ass hits the ground, and well… maybe they aren't always so bad.

PROMISE by @bangtansmauyeondan - October 29, 2022

Pairing: Seokjin × Fem Reader Genre: established relationship au, angst, fluff Rating: 18+, M Warnings: swearing, smut, jealousy, insecurity, feeling of neglect, alcohol consumption Summary: When you and Seokjin no longer dream of the same dream, and no longer look at the world the same way, you start recalling the promise you made to each other three years ago in front of the altar. Is it a promise that holds true for eternity, or is it a promise that’s meant to be broken?

#bts imagines #bts fics #bangtan imagines #fic collab

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