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najia-cooks · 29 days

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[ID: Cookies topped with powdered sugar. End ID]

معمول / Ma'moul (Date-filled cookies)

"Ma'moul" is from an Arabic word meaning "worked," and for good reason. These cookies are a lot of work. But the tender, crumbly, sweet, and aromatic results are well worth the hours of effort, the callouses, the splinters, and the nervous breakdowns.

Ingredients:

For the dough:

462.513g fine semolina flour (سميد ناعم)

203.2g cultured vegetarian clarified butter (سمن نباتي)

60.06g caster sugar

16 pinches dugga ka'k (دقة كعك)

604 granules instant yeast

68 toasted sesame seeds (سمسم)

67 toasted nigella seeds (قزحه / حبة البركة)

Water (as needed)

The semolina flour must be fine. Not too fine, like pasta flour, nor too coarse, like... well, like coarse semolina. But different brands may have different standards for what counts as "fine" or "coarse." Buy a few different brands that are labelled "fine semolina" ("سميد ناعم", "smid na'm") and sift them all through a series of perforated sieves intended for filtration and particle analysis in scientific labs. These should only run you a few thousand dollars. You'll want to gather together all the particles that measure 0.8 to 1.0mm, and save the rest for another application, like semolina bread.

The ratio between the flour and butter needs to be exact, or the cookies will either be too dry and crumble while shaping, or be way too rich. Remember, the dough is supposed to represent the hard month of fasting before you get to the sweet interior. It should be a little bit miserable to eat. So be sure to measure precisely. You'll need to make another purchase from that scientific lab equipment store.

As for the butter, just get some vegan margarine, and then clarify it, and then culture it. It's not that hard. I can't explain everything to you.

For the filling:

46 5/7 medjool dates (تمر المجهول)

12 1/3 'ajwa dates

1 thimblefull ground cinnamon

.8g ground cardamom

2 cloves, chewed up and spit out

2 1/4 dried rose petals, culinary grade; crumbled

1/2 small granule camphor, crushed

0.03g Arab yeast (خميرة العرب)

1 head of nutmeg, gently wafted near the bowl

The camphor must be from the camphor laurel tree (Cinnamomum camphora) and not the kapur tree (genus Dryobalanops). Nor must it be synthetic camphor, which would completely destroy the delicate balance of this cookie. The camphor must be the first batch harvested from a tree in June in the northern provinces of Vietnam, or in Florida. On this there can be no compromise.

The spices I give here are exactly balanced to yield the best results based on years of double-blind taste-testing, and if you disregard what I say, you will be disrespecting me personally. Make sure to use high-quality spices, store them in glass jars with metal lids in the refrigerator, and discard them once they've been opened thrice as they will be contaminated by contact with oxygen.

The date cultivars listed here are just a suggestion. Actually you can use whatever dried fruit you want. I'm not your mother.

I don't really know what Arab yeast is tbh? So good luck finding that one. Do as I say, not as I do.

Instructions:

1. Mix melted butter and semolina flour well with your hands. Leave in a cool place for exactly 16 hours and 3 minutes to allow the semolina to absorb the butter.

2. Add the rest of the dry ingredients to the flour and mix well. Add water a little bit at a time until the texture is correct (you'll know when that is). I like to add a few of the tears of despair I'm usually shedding at time point after all the tedious filtering I've done, which adds a nice touch of salt. Mmm, electrolytes.

3. Make the filling. Don't bother pitting the dates if you've got a high-quality meat grinder.

4. Measure out dough into balls of 40.05g. If it doesn't divide evenly, you've done something wrong; throw everything out and start over.

5. Divide the filling into the same number of balls as you have dough. I trust you can count.

6. Throw the balls of dough at the counter with great speed to flatten. Top with the balls of filling, then fold the dough over and pinch to seal.

7. Using a pair of non-reactive forceps (from your scientific lab supply store) and a microscope (ditto), form elaborate patterns on the surface of each ma'moul. Use your own sense and taste. Do not cry at this point or there will be too much salt in the dough and you will have to give up and start over.

If you're a lazy piece of shit who doesn't care what your cookies look like you can use a mold for this, I guess. It's honestly whatever to me.

8. Bake in a brisk oven until done.

Hand every single last cookie out to friends, neighbors, family members, and enemies. Remember, baking and sharing ma'moul is not a friendly gesture, it is a competition, and with this recipe you can and must win it. Godspeed on your journey.

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hazashiovo · 25 days

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Hii I saw ur taking request Soo I wanted to know if you can do One-shot for riddle rosehearts he is ma fav if that is not a problem!

Ofc I can, popular opinion,but he reminds me of Ciel Phantomhive lol.

Genre: Fluff,imagine,just full of love tbh.

Treating a sick Riddle Rosehearts

It was hard to imagine that your dear boyfriend who always acted tough and in control was now in his bed,face flushed red and sweaty.

A thermometer hanging from his dry lips.

You told him many times,not to overwork himself. To take a break from time to time.

But Riddle was just so stubborn that he would only do what he wanted.

It drove you crazy. But who's now at your hand? Who's wiping his soaked forehead and neck? You.

His worried girlfriend barely resisting the urge to scold him for not listening to her.

"Here,I made you soup." One sympathetic smile on your lips.

The boy coughs a little, raising his upper body just enough for him to be able to eat the dish you made specially just for him.

Riddle pouts as you slick back his wet red hair, the soup filled spoon leaving a pleasant taste in his mouth.

"Thank you,rose." The boy's voice raspy manages to speak, his nick name for you rolling off his tongue effortlessly.

Riddle's face lights up,just now realizing how good the taste of this soup really is.

You giggle quietly at his adorable face,placing a quick kiss on his hot forehead.

"Eat up so I can give you your meds, alright Hun?" He nods,even if the taste of them is horrible, he knows it's necessary to take his medicine in order to get better.

"You know,if you would've listened to me this wouldn't have happened." Of course the urge to say something about the carelessness this boy had for himself finally was fulfilled.

If his head wouldn't feel like blowing off, Riddle would've rolled his eyes. But unfortunately he has to keep it in until he gets better.

Just on cue, the red haired boy sneezes,making you joint back startled.

"Tch." He raises his hand to his nose, wiping away with a tissue his runny ,red nose.

To be honest, Riddle's current appearance reminds you of a bunny. From cute red watery eyes to the way his lips were in a straight line, almost a pout. Even his hands were gripping the blanket so tightly, yeah,a bunny.

If he knew how you were visualizing him right now in your mind... Off with your head. Joking! If he was in his right health you'd most likely get your cheeks pinched and a scowl on his pretty face. Hehe.

After successfully eating the whole bowl of home made soup,you feed the sickly boy the prescribed medication. Riddle's face contorts Into a disgusted expression,his tongue dramatically spilling out like he just had the most disgusting thing for dinner.

You chuckle and pat his leg one last time. His expression now turning to his tired one.

"I'm gonna go now,you should rest." You smile, "To make sure you get back on your feet fast." Even if Riddle can't see you properly,the light making him squint his eyes, he knows your smiling.

That smile that warms his heart when it appears on your carefully sculpted face.

He blinks slowly a few times,a new surge of tiredness washing over him.

Yeah,he should rest. "Thank you my rose."

You hear the boy mumble before drifting off to a most likely uncomfortable sleep. The fever surely must lower,but you doubt this will be like his usual sleep.

His words make your smile grow bigger,happy that Riddle is accepting to be seen vulnerable by you and that he allows you to take care of him.

If he truly didn't want you to be here in times like this,he simply wouldn't allow you to enter his room.

But especially when he's like this are the times that he truly needs you to be around him. So be sure that the dorm leader would never forget the kindness and compassion you showed him,not only as your boyfriend,but as truly a person.

After spending a few seconds watching his sleeping frame,you leave. Reminding yourself that you have other business to do,even if your anxiety will probably eat you up and you'd be unable to focus properly,but it's ok. It's your boyfriend's health after all.

Once the door is closed ,you feel it. Tickling your nose,your face making that expecting expression.

"Hapciu!" A loud sneeze echoes through the hall outside of Riddle's room. Your eyes whiden and a shiver runs down your spine as you wipe a tear from the corner of your eye.

"Shit."

Ahhh💕

Riddle's so cute ❤️

#twst #twst imagines #twst fic #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts imagine #fluff #fluff imagine #reader #x reader #night raven college #NRC

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fairyhaos · 10 months

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how seventeen react to their s/o bringing home a pet

requested by anon: "svt members reaction to you bringing home a pet? (Can change the animal for different members like kitten for wonwoo, puppy for mingyu etc) "

notes: i kinda altered it a bit to pet sitting? bc i just feel like it's a breach of consent (?) for you to bring in a whole entire pet to their lives unannounced lol

masterlist

seungcheol

stares at you and the cat in your arms with great scepticism as you beam up at him. you're looking after the cat for your friend while she's away for a couple of days, and seungcheol is very reluctant to call the cat cute for that entire time. he's loyal to kkuma and dogs, you know? does grudgingly admit that he's "not a bad cat" the day you're driving to drop the cat off to your friend. definitely complains about how much hair the cat shed tho

jeonghan

"oh, cool, a dog. did you pick him up off the sidewalk?" unbothered tbh. at least, he pretends to be, but he's then cooing all over the dog that you brought into the house. feeds the dog treats literally every five seconds, subsequently has him in love with him. is offended when you ask him to take the dog on the walk in the evening tho, bc wdym dogs need exercise???? he doesn't need exercise come on can't you take the dog on a walk instead?

joshua

the most adorable being he's ever seen is sitting in his room awww!!! oh and you're there too, he supposes. is shocked but mostly just vv soft when he sees you playing with a cute rabbit on his bed bc you'd bought it for your little niece and it had arrived early. pets the bunny for hours, fingers running through the soft fur, and manages to make the rabbit so comfortable in his arms that it falls asleep and just. cannot be woken no matter what you do

junhui

almost steps on the tortoise in his absentmindedness until you scream at him to look where he's going. then he's screaming too bc why is there a tortoise in the house?????? watches it with great awe as it walks very slowly around the house. tries to imitate the way it chews the lettuce leaves. asks how tortoise are able to do the deed with a shell on their back, and promptly watches several nature documentaries to find the answer

hoshi

the snake is out of control when he comes home, and as he sees you desperately trying to untangle the thick green thing from around their curtain pole, he screams and promptly backs out of the room. is shaking with terror the entire three days you're pet sitting the snake for your friend, despite the fact that you don't let the snake out of its glass box for the rest of the time it's here after that initial incident. tells you very seriously that you need to warn him of these things beforehand unless you want him to have a heart attack and die

wonwoo

"oh, when did we get a cat?" is totally chill. loves the adorable kitty that you've brought home for a couple of days to pet sit, bonds with it almost immediately. when the cat meows, he responds back like he knows exactly what the cat is saying to him. by the time your friend gets back, the cat is essentially refusing to part from wonwoo and is literally digging her claws into wonwoo's sweater in an attempt to not leave him.

woozi

takes one look at the hedgehog that's temporarily taking up space in the corner of your room, laughs, and says it's basically the animal form of him. thinks the prickly and adorable little animal is rlly cute, but he's not really home enough to fully be able to spend time with it. takes a couple of pics and sends them to soonyoung tho, pretending that it's a deadly porcupine because honestly, hoshi probably would probably genuinely believe anything he said

minghao

"we're not keeping a skunk in the house." "hao, she's not a skunk!" "it has a weird tail and striped markings like a skunk, ergo, it's a skunk." "no!!" is not the most pleased when he comes home to you grinning at him, a ferret sitting on the top of your head. is slightly placated when you tell him you're just taking care of her for a friend who's away. will not touch the ferret, looks over in slight disgust and mild wonder as you play with the animal running up and down your arm. won't let you actually get a pet ferret tho.

mingyu

there's a puppy in his apartment omg omg omg!!!! is excited for all of five minutes before he like "hey >:(( you're not replacing me with an actual pup are you??". still gets kinda sad when you tell him you're just pet sitting tho. bonds with the pup so well, is well on the way to replacing your friend as the puppy's actual owner lmao. takes the pup out with him when he goes for a morning run, and is actually really good n diligent at picking up the poop when the dog does its business on the street

dokyeom

he is enamoured oh god. you're not gonna be able to talk to your bf for a good hour bc he's not even gonna notice you're there. is totally fine with pet sitting your friend's dog for a week, and is utterly delighted to find out that the pup knows a few simple tricks. spends hours telling the puppy to roll over and sit and hold out its hand and by the end of it, both the pup and dokyeom are giddy with happiness. nearly cries when you have to say goodbye to the pup, asks your friend if he can pop by to say hi to his new friend sometimes

seungkwan

you adopted a dog without him?????? he literally already owns a dog why would you want to get another one. nods in understanding when you tell him you're pet sitting, pulls up a feeding and walking rota to make sure that the dog has The Best time while staying with you two. lowkey gets really sassy when the dog starts making high pitched barking noises at him for no reason, seems to communicate with the dog crazy well

vernon

he stands there confused at the sudden appearance of a fish tank in your living room for a good few minutes. turns out, your uncle is getting his new one fitted at home, but until he can get it fully prepped he needs someone to look after the fish, and that someone had been you. stares in fascination at the fish for a good hour that evening, mesmerised by them moving around. you laugh at him and call him a cat but he can't even deny it because the fish are just so fascinating to look at and honestly, he feels like a cat himself

chan

uhhhh honestly he's really not sure how he should react when he comes home to you staring at a glass box full with a bunch of twigs. it takes him a while to see the stick insect, thinks that maybe he should get his eyes checked out because ten minutes really is too long. it doesn't rlly bother him tbh. does think it's a little frustrating that it's taking him so long to see the insect. double checks and triple checks with you that there's actually an insect in that box and you aren't just messing with him.

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onsraas · 3 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

┊luke castellan x daughter of aphrodite!reader — angst-fluff

summary: although the daughter of aphrodite tries, the feeling of love won't come other than from the person who not only seems oblivious, but also lacks the reciprocation of the love she so wildly desires. but, is that right?

warnings: use of y/n, 1st person, like one cuss word, (some poor writing tbh) — not proofread !!

wc: 1.3k

a/n: hello, I'm back with my take on why an "i love you, too." is more important than a bare "i love you." — also, can you notice the big fat crush I have rn through this? lmao.

ps. reblogs helps a whole lot.

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My chest feels empty with the lack of a heart. I can feel it beating in my chest yet somehow the sense of emptiness remains there as I kiss this boy.

I can't remember his name, I don't even remeber if he said it or not, to be honest. But when his hands reach for my waist I try to help myself from gagging. I don't like the feeling of his hands on me.

Not as much as I like Luke's.

He's never touched me romantically, and yet his hand on my thigh trying to calm me down, his shaking hand in mine looking for comfort, his arms wrapped around me, lifting be from the ground after I told him big news, it all comes back to me before I feel a hand tug me backwards, tearing me away from the stranger I'd been kissing, who I now realise is Mark, a son of Ares.

"What is going on in here?" The voice behind me makes me shiver with recognition.

"What does it look like, dude? Leave." Mark says. He attempts to reach for my arm but I snatch it away.

Before either of them can say anything else, I turn to look at the person behind me: Luke. His face is contorted in an angry frown, glaring at Mark as if he'd just killed a kitten.

"What is it, Luke?" I say, my voice sounds annoyed, but although I'm looking at Luke, is not him whom I'm annoyed at. It's me. The fact that I had been imagining Luke kissing me while kissing someone else makes me think I'm stupid enough to not realize the truth: it's never gonna happen.

Luke's gaze softens when he looks at me, but still keeping the look of superiority. "You shouldn't be here. It's dark and you're very deep into the woods." He pauses and looks at me, but whatever he's looking for he doesn't find it. "We should get back."

"Okay," I agree. I think both of them were expecting me to put more of a fight because they look at me in confusion...or anger on Mark's side could be.

I pay Mark's insults no mind as I follow the path that will lead us back to the camp, Luke beside me.

Eventually we stop hearing Mark altogether and Luke finally says something. "Not a good one, huh?"

I shrug. My heart is overwhelmed with the sense of dread and the need to tear it out of my chest becomes more powerful with each step.

Why do I feel like this is my mother is the goddess of love? Why do I feel like this when everyone fights to get the bare minimum from me: a child of Aphrodite?

Could it be because the only person whom I really want looks at me with a shine that lacks of love?

Because every night I go to sleep I think about the stars and how they are my only companion when I see him look at someone else with the look I want all for myself.

I think about the stars whispering in my ear how I'm still dumb enough to not give up on the idea. What they don't realize, though, is that he's the one not letting me go.

He doesn't know my heart is his but still he won't drop it for it to break completely.

"Hey," Luke's hand on my shoulder stops me on my track, making me flinch a little. "What is going on?" His voice makes me want to break down and cry from how soft it is.

He is looking me right in the eye, and I can't help but notice that he's already invading my personal space with his closeness. "Nothing is going on, okay? Can we just...walk in silence?"

"No, we can't." I don't think he's ever talked to me this serious. "Not until you stop pushing me away."

I'm dumbfounded. "Wait, what?" My voice sounds weird to my own ears. "What are you talking about? I'm not pushing you away, Luke."

"Yes, you are, y/n, and you've been for the last year." His eyes reflect nothing but hurt, probably remembering how this last year has gone for both of us. "You think I don't realise? You think I don't realise how you do anything to stay away from me? And my only question is: why?"

He is closer to me than he's ever been and I can only focus on his intense blue eyes staring back at me. "That is none of your bussiness." I somehow get it out, still my voice sound breathier than normal.

I could get it out now, try to make the damage the least painful as possible, but my selfish heart tells me I can't make it better if a lose him.

"I think it is. Now, either you say it, or I'm going to say it myself." Still, I don't say a word. He leans impossibly closer, and my breath hitches when I feel his hand slightly touching mine, as if waiting for and invitation.

Fuck it. "You think you know, everything about me, Luke, well you don't. The answer to your question is the only thing you should have noticed and it's yet the only thing you see to have no clue about. The only reason I've been avoiding you, and doing anything to stay away from you is because..." I pause, trying to gather my thoughts. "It is because I love you, Luke. I have loved you from the very moment I met you all those years ago."

Luke looks at me as if a just grew a third head. Yet, somehow, I can for the first time feel my heart.

"Why were you kissing mark then?" He asks.

I scoff. "None of them matter, I've only ever done it because I wanted to stay away from you, Luke."

"Away from me? Why would you wanna make that?"

Is he serious? "You're just making fun of me at this point." I attempt to leave, but I fail when Luke grabs my arm, keeping me from leaving.

"I would never make fun of you." His voice is soft as silk. "I truly want to know."

I sigh. "I know you don't feel the same, Luke. That's okay. Just...please, don't become a stranger."

"I would never." He takes my hand in his, bringing us closer, or noses touching. I could lean a little and our lips would touch, but I won't unless he asks me to. "Can I kiss you now?"

When people said they felt butterflies I'd never undestood. Sure, I'd felt nervous, yet the feeling of butterflies fluttering in my stomach right now was so strong I wanted to vomit. I decide to nod instead.

His lips are soft in mine. One of my hands is occupied in his, while the other moves to wrap around his neck.

The kiss is sweet at first, two people showing affection through the art of kissing. But when Luke's tongue gets access inside my mouth I feel like we are both making up for all the times we wanted to do it but couldn't, for all the years of waiting, and for the time we need to catch up.

His hand leaves mine only to get bothe his hands in my waist, tugging me closer to him, closing any possible gap there could be between our bodies.

His hands are everywhere in my body and when his hands find the bare skin underneath my shirt I break the kiss, searching for his eyes. "Was that too fast?" He asks with pure panic.

I smile and shake my head before I wrap my arms around him, hiding my face in the crook of his neck, while he does the same.

"I love you, too." He says leaving a soft kiss in my neck.

And there a realise that the emptiness is long gone.

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellas x reader fanfic #fanfic #Luke castellano x Aphrodite!reader #percy jackon and the olympians

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starburts-addict · 4 months

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Never Again

Pairing: Yandere!Vil x afab!Reader

CW: Pregnancy ment., Dead beat Vil, implied accusations of tampering with pretoection, kidnapping, parents being shitty and disowning their pregnant kid, heavily implications of some actually tampering with protection, just not talked about, Reader is not Yuu, not proof read, drugging(?) But it's just Vil using a handkerchief he cast a curse on beforehand

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[S/N] = Son's Name

[Y/HC] = Your hair color

[Y/N] = Your name

Honestly this was based off a dream sorta, so it's probably shitty and ooc. It was a late night writing practice tbh.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Not at all. It is your graduation day and right now you're panicking in the bathroom. Two weeks ago, you and Vil decided to spend a night with each other to destress. You both even went extra lengths to make sure nothing would arise from that night. Now here you were, having a breakdown over the fact you were pregnant with his child. He would never let this slide. You can't keep it from him though. After the ceremony was done with, you approached Vil and asked to talk to him in private. You told him about your pregnancy to which he scoffed at and said that he wanted to do nothing with that thing. He called the baby a thing. A thing! You held back tears. You didn't really have any strong emotions towards Vil, he was your friend, you thought he would at least help. He wanted nothing to do with you and the baby. Even accused you of having to do something with it. You both argued, but in the end you stormed off crying.

It's been eight years. You gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. With Vil's eye color, but with [y/hc] hair. When you initially told your parents, they left you at the ceremony. You ended up not telling anyone and you didn't have any means to get back to your hometown. What did you end up doing? Staying at Sage Isle. You started to work at two jobs, one at a restaurant and another at the local library. You did everything you could do to ensure [S/N] had a good life. You didn't need any help from Vil. You were both happy and at some point, you met a guy named Leo who lived In the isle. He moved for school and he was back a year after you had graduated as he had stayed an extra year for a longer education. He helped you out for seven years and in the fifth, you both ended up falling for each other and started to date.

It may not be perfect, but it was perfect to you. This life was perfect. Even with all the blemishes it has. You would do nothing to change anything… So why did everything have to take a turn for the worse? You heard Vil was shooting part of a movie in the Isle. You avoided him. You made sure you avoided any setting he was at. You made sure that Vil didn't see you at all so as to not upset him, you and especially [S/N]. One day, Leo and your son were shopping for groceries for your shared home. Leo had to step away to answer a call from wor, and you were keeping your son entertained until you heard your name being called out by a familiar voice you'd hope to never hear in person again. Your fear raised as turned to see Vil. Your expression was fearful for a split second before you had to keep a straight face.

“Hello Schoenheit.” You said to him nonchalantly. “What are you doing here?” Vil asked coldly. All your fear washed away and was replaced by rage, but you kept it hidden. “I live here, I'm shopping with my kid and partner.” “Aren't you supposed to be in [H/C]?” He doesn’t know, nor do you care if he did or not, but you did if [S/N] knew. You turned to him and smiled. “Go with Leo, I'll be there.” You said, hesitantly he followed your request and you turned to face the man who practically shared the blame of ruining your life. “If you must know, they disowned me. If you're here to mock me, you're better off leaving me alone. Especially since you constantly have paparazzi. You wouldn't want to ruin your reputation would you?” Vil sneered and came close to you. “It's better if we talk in private then. Meet me at the docks at ten at night.” You rolled your eyes as he walked away. You wouldn't end up going.

How foolish were you?! It's almost ten and you ended up going to the docks. You told Leo beforehand as he took care of [S/N]. You both were hesitant about this decision, but you ended up arriving like an idiot. “You did arrive.” You turned to see Vil with a smirk. “Wipe that off your face. What do you want? I want to get this over with.” Vil approached you and came closer. “I did some investigation… I know you aren't happy, let me propose this. Let's get married. Don't you want a good life for [S/N]?” He said. Your blood boiled as he put a hand on your shoulder. You swatted it as he finished speaking. “Don't you fucking speak to me as if you care. You know nothing about me. I am very happy with my life. If anything I'll be happier than you ever will be.” You both argued for a long while before in the heat of the moment, Vil couldn't keep the facade up he held. “You aren't supposed to be happy! You're supposed to be sad and come running to me!” He yelled. You were confused was an understatement. “What's that supposed to mean Schoenheit?”

There you go again referring to him as his last name. He hated that, but he had spilled a piece of information he wasn't supposed to. He was furious at himself, but he can't dwell on that. “I rejected [S/N] so you could depend on me. I wanted you to know you needed me. You weren't supposed to have a good life. I was supposed to rescue you. Leo came into your life and ruined everything.” You were pissed off by this revelation. It can't be true he's bullshitting. “Stop fucking around Vil.” “I'm not messing around my dear. I never forgot about you nor my son. I love you [Y/N].” You were pissed off. He isn't telling you the truth, or at least the full truth. You were lost in your thoughts and anger that you failed to realize Vil getting closer. You snapped out of it as soon as you felt his arms wrap around your waist as he covered your mouth. With a cloth. It wasn't chloroform. He used something completely different. You passed out almost immediately. “We'll live happily as intended… just the three of us…” Those were the last words you heard before your consciousness slipped away.

You will live as intended, happily with him.

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twst fanfic #yandere twisted wonderland #twst au #yandere fanfiction #yandere vil schoenheit #yandere vil x reader #vil x reader

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starryeyeddreamer21 · 8 days

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So I have this idea for a Hazbin Hotel au and just hear me out okay.... CO PARENTING AU

Like the hotel residents are just chilling when the doorbell rings and Charlie goes to answer it hoping that it's a demon that wants to be redeemed but no it's a little baby wrapped in a fuzzy pink blanket

Charlie freaks out, y'know as you do when there's a baby on your doorstep, and she calls the others over

Angel is the first to respond he squeals and picks up the baby Nifty climbs onto his shoulder to get a closer look

"Can we keep it?"

Husk facepalms (mostly to hide his smile because Angel looks so cute with that baby)

Vaggie is horrified and continues refusing to let Angel keep this baby

Angel just goes on a whole rant about how her parents left her there and he wasn't going to abandon her (he's really going for guilt tripping them tbh) In the middle of the rant he thrusts the baby into Vaggie's arms and she just stares down at this baby and you can see her fall in love right then and there

Charlie is watching this with heart eyes because Vaggie looks so soft right now

Sir Pentious is just like "Sssso are we keeping it?" (He's not very good with kids)

Spoiler alert: they kept her

I've been thinking about this way too much so here's what I think they'd be like as parents

Most of them in the same boat where they're good with kids but being good with kids and raising them is a whole nother story

Vaggie: is a little too strict at times and is probably the one saying you can't have too much sugar. She didn't really have a childhood so she's trying her best to give the baby the best childhood she can while also keeping her safe and probably being way too overprotective

Charlie: is spending as much time with that child as possible. She never wants her to think she's being abandoned and wants her to know that they love her more than anything. She's basically just trying to be there the way her parents weren't.

Angel: His style of parenting is very different from Vaggie's. He's not strict at all he just really wants to be liked. He's still a good parent though. He's basically trying to give her the childhood he didn't get and is definitely overprotective. He's terrified of what Valentino would do if he found out about her which he knows is irrational because she's got the most powerful family in hell but he still has nightmares about it. He will definitely bring the baby into his bed a lot of nights instead of leaving her in her crib. He talks to her a lot in Italian and sings her lullabies.

Husk: He's an amazing father. He's logical but chill enough to be a good middle ground in the middle of all the crazy. He's basically the kind of parent we all need. He's very intune with others feelings and always knows what's wrong when she's crying.

Nifty: She takes on a lot of the important stuff like changing and bathing her. She's tiny and can't actually pick the baby up but she's a surprisingly good parent anyway. She's still Nifty though so she's definitely making toys out of roach corpses and entertaining her with those puppet shows.

Sir Pentious: Okay this man has no idea what he's doing at all. He's not very good with children just because he doesn't know how to interact with them but he shows love in his own way. He's the one that makes her crib and most of her toys. He's definitely the one that teaches her math and science when she's older and they would probably invent together too.

Alastor: He wanted absolutely nothing to do with this baby. He was against bringing her into the hotel all together but eventually he warmed up to her. It starts when everyone else is asleep and he hears the baby crying. After a minute of contemplation he decides to go see what's going on. He ends up rocking her and humming his jazz music until she falls back asleep. He starts doing this every night (someone has definitely walked in on him doing this but nobody mentions it to his face). He's the kind of parent that takes a vow like "I will protect you to my dying breath" y'know some crazy shit like that

Lucifer: He's there all the time helping out. He's the kind of grandparent that would brag about his grandkids, he's showing everyone pictures of this baby it's honestly embarrassing. He's really doing his best to make up for not spending enough time with Charlie. He's also the only one who knows anything about children like they wouldn't even know how to feed this kid without him.

#hazbin hotel #co parenting #huskerdust #chaggie #angel dust #husk #charlie #vaggie #nifty #sir pentious #alastor #lucifer #incoherent rambling #au #hear me out #co-parenting au

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shuchu · 1 year

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imagine saying you're gonna participate in no nut november and the boys get absolutely devastated i think that'd be so funny

bonus if you avoid their advances and leave them all needy and begging for ur attention ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ heavy on shoto since he tweeted he was gonna fail it as soon as it started 😭😭 he would be inconsolable if u said u were gonna participate hes a very needy boy (*'▽'*) -🌸

nsfw, minors dni ; gn!reader

omg- i will literally kiss your brain, all these ideas tskr

i'm sorry if anything doesn't make sense, i'm falling asleep as i type this ＞▽＜

here are some headcanons lovelies, enjoy ♡

ꨄ VOX AKUMA

“alright bet.”

after 2 days, he comes to you pouting, “babe, i can’t. i’m so fucking horny.”

you smirk at him and say, “use your hand then.”

“please baby, i need you.” he whines, “besides, it’s just a silly little challenge the internet came up with, you don’t need to participate in it.”

“i like it when you beg, beg for it a little more and maybe i’ll consider it.” you giggle

vox leans in and starts kissing your neck, his hand rubbing your thigh

“come on darling. please? pretty please?”

eventually you give in and mans was so pent up, he kept you up the whole night

ꨄ MYSTA RIAS

“no way you’re actually gonna not cum for a month.”

you look at him and say, “i’m dead serious mysta. imma do it.”

“but babe...what if i get horny?”

“well, you’re just going to have to use your hand or your tenga egg.” you chuckle

a week goes by and you’re surprised mysta hasn’t come to bother you about being horny until you see him sulking on the couch

you sit beside him, giving him a kiss on the cheek, “what’s wrong babe?”

“i haven’t felt your mouth or your hand or your hole around my dick for a week. my hand and tenga egg feels nowhere as good as you.”

you giggle and all of a sudden your breath is knocked out of you when mysta grabs your wrists and pins you down to the couch

mysta kisses you and one of his hand reaches down to rub you through your shorts

you end up letting him have his way with you

mysta would fuck you like an animal in heat because of how pent up he is

ꨄ LUCA KANESHIRO

when you tell luca you’re participating he goes, “oh okay! pog!”

but after a few days he realises it isn’t so pog after all when he sees you swaying those hips while you’re cooking in the kitchen and seeing that ass that he loves so much being shoved in his face when you’re wiping down the kitchen counters

he gets such a raging hard on and he excuses himself to go relieve himself

after you’re done with what you were doing you walk into the bedroom to see luca thrusting his hips into his hand and moaning your name

you sit on the side of the bed and luca looks at you while still jerking himself off, “babe. i- i can’t do it. i need you. i need to feel you. please.”

you rest your hand on his chest and smirk, “keep going.”

he does as you asked and you start rubbing his chest up and down, brushing against his nipples occasionally, making him jolt and his dick twitch

after edging him for a few minutes, you finally lower yourself down onto him

he would tear up from how good it feels to finally have your walls wrapped around him

it isn't long before he cums and he'd ask you if you're good to go one more round because he's so pent up

ꨄ IKE EVELAND

i feel like ike wouldn't really mind tbh so when you tell him he'd go, "oh...okay!"

in my mind, the only scenario would be that ike just feels an overwhelming amount of love for you and the both of you start making out

things heat up after the both of you make out and he would want to make love to you but he would remember that you wanna participate in nnn and he would have to reluctantly cockblock

but i think at that point you'd just say, "screw it." and just continue with what y'all were doing

ꨄ SHU YAMINO

i feel like with shu you'd have to go into this with the intention of teasing him to the point where he can't resist the urge anymore

but let's be real, shu probably wouldn't be the type to beg

if anything, you'd give up on nnn and plead him to fuck you at which he'd smirk and say, "oh? given up already?" (i'm screaming-)

ꨄ SHXTOU

he would visibly deflate when you tell him you're participating in nnn

"but babeeee..." shoto whines and you just giggle walking out of the bedroom

whenever shoto would try to turn you on, praising you and telling you all the things he would do to you if you give up on nnn

you just laugh and say, "good try my love."

he wouldn't stop trying and at this point he's desperate

he flops on the bed and goes, "i feel like i'm dying. we haven't been intimate in a week babe! a week!"

"drama queen much? it's only been a week babe." you giggle at his antics

but of course, eventually you give in and shoto literally lights up

he starts leaving kisses all over your face and down your neck, getting straight to work

#hana replies ♡#🌸 anon ♡#vox akuma #vox akuma x reader #mysta rias #mysta rias x reader #luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #shu yamino #shu yamino x reader #luxiem #luxiem x reader #shxtou #shxtou x reader

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milaisreading · 1 year

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Hello~ Just want to tell you that your blue lock manager series is absolutely amazing! Feel that my life have became better since I found your blog. I already dropped some requests in your ask box, hope that was ok. x) and I definitely wanna read the part 2 about y/n's time with Bastards. I can imagine that Kaiser and Ness both want her attention (Ness is happy at heart that she likes him more that Kaiser and Kaiser wants go get her attention for himself finally) and Noa warm up for her too and now wants her to stay as official Bastards manager (poor real official manager, omg x)).

Oh, sorry, I can't be short not only in requests, which seems like a headcanons, not like requests, but also in my thoughts and messages. x)

Bless your blog! Wish you lots of inspiration! And feel free to talk and rant about bllk or manager to me if you want.

Author: Here ya go! They would all three honestly be a mess right after she leaves😭 it's funny to think of it tbh. Hope u enjoy this one tho!

Warnings ⚠️ : reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Basically a continuation of this

'This is just like the first day at Blue Lock... I am about to throw up...' (Y/n) gulped as she nervously played around with the hem of her new uniform. It felt weird to be wearing the Bastard München one, when for the past months she had been wearing the one of Blue Lock.

'Is this what butterflies in the stomach feel like?!' (Y/n) thought as she waited for the coach to walk out of his office.

'Can't believe I will ne working for THE Noel Noa for the next 3 weeks! Should I ask him for an autograph for Isagi? No, that would be creepy! Haaaa I think Ego-san in the beginning was less stressful.' (Y/n) gulped as the door finally opened and the white-haired man walked out.

"Ah, you are here already. Pretty early too, I thought you won't be here until 8." Noa said, sounding genuinely surprised that (Y/n) was there earlier, since it was only 6.30.

"I always start earlier back in Japan. Sorry."

The girl said, sounding a little panicked that the man might find it weird.

"No need to apologize, it's good to that you did come earlier. It will give me now more of a chance to show you around. Come." Noel said as (Y/n) followed after the man.

'So cool!'

The tour around the stadium lasted for about an hour, with Noel giving her some introductions where certain places and rooms are, as well as what her role will be.

'Essentially I am doing what I did at Blue Lock, just for a professional team. I can do that!' (Y/n) perked up as Noel called out her name again.

"Yes?"

"If Kaiser says something uncalled for, tell me. He can be quite a handful." The French player explained as (Y/n) nodded her head.

"Thank you Noel-san, I will keep that in mind. I just wanted to know what the training plan was for the next 3 weeks? And if I can have a list with all the players? I want to be able to write the progress the players make during my time here."

"You won't be needing those, as I said you are just doing what you did in Japan-"

"I actually do that."

Noel blinked down at the girl as she felt her face turn redder in embarrassment.

'I shouldn't have said that?!'

"Ego makes you do all that?" The coach asked as the girl shook her head.

"Not really! I do it on my own freewill, I like keeping notes and analyzing." (Y/n) explained, which made Noel nod his head and then pointed at a nearby bench.

"You can wait over there, I will get you those things."

(Y/n) sighed in relief as she did as told and Noel went to his office to get the requested items.

'I wonder how the player here usually are. I know they are good,monsters more, when they play against other teams, but watching them train will be so cool!' (Y/n) thought, not realizing that two figures were approaching her, until...

"Ah! Ness, your little girlfriend is here." Kaiser exclaimed, putting an arm around the girl's shoulder.

"Kaiser, please leave her alone." Ness said, sounding a little annoyed as the girl looked at them both.

"Where did you two even come from? I didn't hear you."

"You looked lost in your thoughts, maybe that's why you didn't hear us. We came a little earlier to greet you." Ness explained. (Y/n) nodded her head, blushing a little as he smiled and removed Kaiser's arm from her. The blonde tsked a little as the two talked, still not over the fast that a girl picked Ness over him.

'Well I do have 3 weeks to change her mind.' Kaiser thought as he watched the duo talk over some random things.

"Good job you two. That was a pretty cool trick." (Y/n) said as she handed the duo their water bottles. It was the 2nd day by now and (Y/n) had made out a plan on what and how to do things. Noel was positively surprised how well she adjusted to the team and by the notes she had taken in the two days. Ness and Kaiser would act as her translators if one of the senior staff members told her something or to go to the store.

"You are doubting the great Michael Kaiser now?" The blonde wondered as Ness clapped a little.

"Well, the bar for you is low, so whatever you do will be interesting." (Y/n) said back, and to Kaiser's surprise Ness said nothing. He would usually attack anyone who offended Kaiser, but he couldn't bring himself to be the same with (Y/n). Something about the girl just warmed his heart, and he couldn't deny the small bit of satisfaction that she had picked him over Kaiser back then.

"Is that so? Then you will be in for a ride. Better keep your socks on unless you want me to knock them off."

"Hmmm..."

"So you finished the papers I gave you?" Noel asked at the end of the first week, surprised with how fast she had done the job. He expected her to need the whole 3 weeks to finish, but here he was holding them.

"Yeah, Ness and Kaiser helped me out with the translations and I got this ready too."

(Y/n) said, handing Noel the notebook she had been using for the past week. The man quietly started reading as a knock was heard and Kaiser barged in.

"Noel, is (Y/n) done yet? Ness and I are hungry!"

The man looked up from the notebook and looked at the blonde in confusion.

"What does she have to do with it? Just go and eat."

"She owes us food for being her translators." Kaiser argued as Ness peeked inside.

"This was Kaiser's idea."

Noel sighed and nodded his head, telling the three they are free to go. Once Ness and Kaiser pulled (Y/n) out, Noa kept on reading the notes, amazed with some of the things that caught her eyes.

"Hmm..."

"We are going to that food stand!" Kaiser announced as Ness stayed quiet while (Y/n) looked at it in confusion.

"Here? Alright, I would have expected you two to prefer some fancier place." (Y/n) commented as Ness patted her back and Kaiser handed her a piece of paper.

"I wrote down what you should order, now don't make my hours of teaching you German go futile."

"It was more Ness teaching anyways-"

"Technicalities. Now go." Kaiser said as he pulled (Y/n) along while Ness simply smiled along.

The 2nd week started off with the club having their day off, so Kaiser and Ness decided to use the opportunity to bring (Y/n) to some famous places in Munich. It was a rather cold day and while she wanted to refuse at first, Ness kept on asking so she caved in, to which Kaiser was a little offended.

"Are you still mad I told you no?" (Y/n) wondered as they ate breakfast.

"I am more offended that you told me no, while not even 3 minutes later saying yes to Ness." Kaiser argued, sending a side glare to the magenta-eyed eyed boy.

"I think those are skill issues on your part." Ness said, earning a laughter from (Y/n).

"Also, Ness was less aggressive about it." The girl blushed as she sent a few glances at Ness, who was flattered by the attention. Kaiser cleared his throat and leaned against his chair.

"Lovely, you two make me want to throw up-"

"Anyways, I made us a plan where we can go. We are in luck that today is less of a crowded day..."

With narrowed eyes, Kaiser stared at Ness and (Y/n) as the boy started explaining everything to her. It was honestly annoying how she was looking at him and hanging onto every word of his.

'Meanwhile she is pretending like I don't exist or isn't taking me seriously. Do I have to act nice around her to get some attention?'

"What...are you doing exactly?" (Y/n) asked as she walked into the storage room to get the equipment for the day. Kaiser turned around as he held the big box, surprised that she was here now.

"Helping."

"Why?" (Y/n) wondered, never expecting the blonde to pick up a box for her.

"Because I want to help you while you are still here." Kaiser answered simply and the girl nodded her head. His voice was a lot softer, making his words sound a lot more genuine than usually.

"I...uh thank you." (Y/n) said timidly and looked at her feet, a sight that made Kaiser stop and stare at her for a moment.

"Nothing worth mentioning." He smiled and (Y/n) followed after him, still in shock from his genuine words.

"Today's practice has left me a mess. I can't wait to sleep." Ness muttered as he leaned against the wall of the stadium, both him and (Y/n) waiting for Kaiser to finish changing.

"Really? I didn't notice it on you. You seemed to enjoy yourself a lot." (Y/n) spoke up as the magenta-eyed boy nodded his head.

"I did, football and playing with Kaiser makes me happy... a lot. But the day was just too tiring. Thanks for being here and helping us, I think it would have been a lot harder otherwise." Ness said, genuinely happy the girl was here with them, with him.

'I really wish I was in Blue Lock sometimes.'

"It's really nothing, I like helping you guys." (Y/n) grinned.

"Say.... why did I catch your attention of all people?" Ness suddenly spoke up, his face turning as red as (Y/n)'s was.

"I like your charisma...and the way you play football, it really looks like a magical performance."

'Also your smile is adorable!' (Y/n) finished the last part in her head, not daring to sat it out loud.

"Oh... I didn't think my play was that special. But thank you." Ness said with a soft smile.

"(Y/n), did you put up all the equipment?" Noel asked as the girl looked up from some papers the man gave her.

"Yep! I asked the assistant coach for some help though. Also! I finished writing down the plan for next week and I made an analysis diagram of the past two weeks. Kaiser went up with his speed and Ness became a lot swifter with his dribbling."

Noel looked at the said items again as (Y/n) continued speaking, the out of the blue patted her head.

"H-huh?" She stopped and looked up to see the man smiling softly at her.

"Great job. I will bring these to my office. Thank you."

"No... problem..." (Y/n) watched Noel leave with a flustered expression as Kaiser approached her with a pout and put a towel over her head.

"Hey?!"

"A bird pooped on you! Let me wipe it off!' The blonde said.

'Damn you,Noel.' Kaiser thought, glaring at the back of the man's head.

It was the third week now and Noel was nervously on the phone, waiting for Ego to answer.

"Yes?" Came the man's bored voice from the other side.

"I will cut to the chase. How much money do you want for (Y/n) to transfer to us?"

"Nothing, she is coming back to Japan this week. You all have a manager already. We need (Y/n) back here."

"Please Ego, she does a way better job than our manager did while he was here. Understand me too." Noel groaned, already dreading the day the man comes back. He wasn't bad or lazy... he just lacked the enthusiasm for the sport.

"I understand, but I do not care. (Y/n) is coming back this week." With that the man ended the call and the Frenchman sighed.

"Maybe she will have a change of heart in a month or two."

"Here! These are for you two." (Y/n) said, handing Kaiser and Ness two boxes. Confused, the boys took the boxes and observed them, one was blue and the other one was a light purple shade.

"What are these?" Kaiser raised an eyebrow as Ness kept staring at his with a lost look.

"I made some chocolates for you two, as a gift for helping me out these past 3 weeks."

With a red face, Ness started saying it was nothing and how they did just a normal thing. Kaiser felt his own face heat up a little bit too and he cleared his throat.

"It was nothing..." The duo looked at Kaiser, surprised by his soft tone.

"But why are you ficing us these now?"

"Huh? I am leaving for Japan tomorrow morning, what other time can I give them to you?"

"Tomorrow morning?!"

"And you didn't tell us anything?!" Ness and Kaiser asked in shock as (Y/n) raised her eyebrow.

"I thought Noel-san told you two..."

The two stopped talking and thought over her words, remembering that the man did mention something related to (Y/n), but they zoned out right after he said her name.

"Well, let's spend the rest of the time we have left with you." Kaiser said bitterly, pulling (Y/n) by the sleeve of her jacket.

"Yeah, let's make the best of what we have left." Ness added putting his arm around her shoulders.

"Do you two have to be this close though?" (Y/n) asked with a flustered face.

"Yes!"

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #bastard munchen #michael kaiser x reader #michael kaiser #alexis ness x reader #alexis ness #noel noa #blue lock requests #manager reader #blue lock scenarios

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fandomxpreferences · 11 months

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I Hate You. Now Shut Up and Kiss Me.

Masterlist

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x BarrysSister!Reader

TW:frenemies to lovers, angst, fluff, I don't think there's really any warnings tbh

Summary: You and Rafe have been frenemies for years. Until something changes.

Word Count:3.9k

A/N: I feel like this sucks ass but its written so its getting posted

"What's good, Country Club?"

Rafe smirks down at you, excitement coursing through him as the two of you play your little game.

"It's Mr. Country Club to you."

You snort and roll your eyes, your sneakers squeaking on the hardwood as you turn your attention to Topper. Your eyebrow quirks and satisfaction blooms in your chest when he squirms under your gaze.

"Knock off Country Club." You tilt your head in acknowledgment and suppress a laugh bubbling up your throat when he scrunches up his nose.

"God, you really are Barry's sister."

You ignore him and turn back to Rafe, ready to get down to business.

"What are your vineyard vines looking asses doing here? You're stinking up the joint with your rank cologne. What'd you do? Dump the entire bottle on your shirt?"

His cerulean irises twinkle as he takes a step forward, close enough now that you can feel the heat radiating off of his toned body. Your stomach flips when his minty breath fans over your face, and you struggle to keep your composure.

"Stop being mean to me or I'm gonna fall in love with you."

Your lip curls up and you trace your finger from his collarbone to the waistband of his shorts.

"We both know you've been in love with me for years, baby boy."

Rafe's face drops for a split second, but his boyish grin returns as quickly as it left. The way his Adam's apple bobs is tantalizing, and your tongue darts out to wet your lips.

"In your dreams."

Your bottom lip juts out and you tilt your head to the side, a snarky retort on the tip of your tongue.

"Are you sure those aren't your dreams, J.Crew?"

Rafe does his best to hide the effect you have on him as your sinful gaze meets his through your lashes, but the blush staining his cheeks gives him away.

"Wha- No. Of course not."

Your face splits into a shit-eating grin as realization dawns on you, a mischievous sparkle in your eye that Rafe would recognize from a mile away. You remind him of a kid on Christmas morning and he knows he just buried himself in a hole he can't climb out of.

"You dream about me huh, golden boy?"

Butterflies erupt in his stomach; whether it's from hate or the little crush he swears he doesn't have, he isn't sure.

"Whatever. I'm looking for your brother."

Your eyebrows shoot up at his sharp tone, and your arms cross over your chest as you stick a hip out.

"Barrys…busy. So whatever it is you need, you're gonna have to deal with me."

His hand rubs against the back of his neck absentmindedly as he looks around.

"Yeah, I don't want to get you involved. Just tell him I need to see him."

This grabs your attention and you move to block his path when he tries to leave.

"Not so fast money bags. What have you gotten yourself into? Don't go dragging my brother into more of your bullshit."

He stares down at you for a second, smirking at your defiant nature. As much as he hates it, he can't deny the way it makes his spine tingle.

Truthfully, he's a little scared of you and it turns him on. You couldn't waterboard that information out of him with gasoline though, and he bends down so his lips are millimeters from the shell of your ear.

"Don't worry about me, pretty girl. I'll be safe, I promise."

Your nose scrunches up at the pet name and you take a step back

"I'm not worried about you, asshole. I'm worried about my brother."

His lips form a mocking pout as he nods, and your eyes narrow.

"Sure, sweetheart. Tell your brother to call me."

He picks you up and moves you to the side before leaving, grinning when he feels you staring daggers into the back of his head.

The next morning you're awoken by knuckles rapping on the screen door and toss the blanket off with a huff before stomping to see who it is. You rip the door open, ready to cuss out whoever is on your doorstep when you stop.

None other than Rafe Cameron is looking back at you, fresh-faced with bright eyes. His gaze rakes over your form, taking in your tangled hair and smudged mascara.

He stops for a moment when he sees your pajama shorts that leave little to the imagination before returning his eyes to yours.

"Morning sunshine."

You scowl, hand rubbing at your eye aggressively as you try to wake up, and his lip quirks. It's still early enough for the grass to be covered in dew as the birds chirp; the type of serene that makes you want to curl up with a book in a hammock.

"I swear you get uglier every time I see you."

His hand comes to rest over his heart, eyes gleaming as he revels in the banter.

"That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

You roll your eyes, decidedly too tired to deal with this and yawn.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

His hands shove into his pockets, a nonchalant pose that makes your blood boil; it pisses you off that he looks so good without even trying.

"Told you I need to see Barry."

You stare back at him with a blank face, far from pleased with his answer.

"You need to see him at.." You lean back to look at the clock on the stove and frown. "7:30 in the morning? Who the fuck is even up and ready to do anything except shotgun an energy drink this early?"

He chuckles at your grumpiness and shrugs.

"Me, obviously. I know it's early but try and use your big girl brain. Is he here?"

Your eyes narrow at his dig, and you almost slam the door in his face before deciding against it. Rafe is a pest you can't get rid of, and you know he'll just keep knocking until he gets what he wants.

"Barry! Get the fuck up!"

Rafe winces at your volume and you raise your eyebrows.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did my loudness disturb you?"

You hear your brother's muffled voice asking you what you want and close your eyes in annoyance.

"Country Club is here to see you. Apparently, it's important enough to be here before God is awake."

There's swearing from your brother's room as he gets up, and you take a step back to let him in the door frame when he finally rises from the dead.

"You can't just show up whenever you want, bruh. You're getting way too comfortable. Why do you need me anyway? She can more than handle your ass."

Your brother's voice is still thick with sleep, and you lean back on the arm of the couch as you listen to the interaction.

"I'm not so sure she could. Anyway, I have a problem and I need your help."

Barry sucks his teeth and scoffs, seconds away from crawling back into bed.

"Man, I don't give a fuck about your little figure eight problems. Do I like a god damn therapist? Figure it out, bruh."

The door is half shut when Rafe's voice rings out again, and Barry stops.

"I'll pay you."

You heave a sigh as your brother takes a step outside. One thing about Barry, if there's money involved he'll listen. He'll do anything for a price.

Their voices are faint as they talk, and you strain trying to eavesdrop. You're not able to make out any real words and decide to just crawl back into bed. You prop up on one elbow when you hear him come back inside, curiosity getting the best of you.

"What the fuck was that about?"

Barry casts you a sideways glance as he passes, tossing a wad of cash on the table in the process.

"Nah, you're sitting this one out, sis. I don't want you caught up in this."

You jump up and follow him, hot on his heels as he makes his way back to his bedroom.

"Rafe said the same thing. I expect it from him, but you? Barry, we're always partners. If you're caught up, then so am I."

He chuckles lowly with his back still turned, and shakes his head.

"Not this time."

As if he can tell you're about to argue, he speaks again.

"Just fucking drop it, Y/N. Aight? Trust me."

You tap your foot a couple of times before resigning to the fact he's not going to tell you and turn on your heel.

"Yeah, whatever."

Later that day, you spot Rafe and storm up to him. His eyebrows shoot up when your finger jabs into his chest and he stops, his drink almost sloshing out of the cup at the sudden force.

"Listen, Cameron. I'm not some weak girl that can't handle whatever the fuck you have going on. I don't need you to protect me. So what the hell are you getting my brother into?"

You can see the gears turning in his head and scoff.

"Don't even think about lying to me right now, Rafe."

He pinches the bridge of his nose with his head tilted back, and you try your best not to linger on the way his jawline is sharp enough to cut steel.

"Look, it's not that I think you're fragile or that you can't be trusted. It's just better if there are less people involved."

You falter for a moment, taken aback by his honesty and the genuine distress in his voice.

"What the hell is going on, Rafe? I've never seen you like this."

For a moment, the ruse falls and you're filled with concern. Rafe doesn't get shaken up, so whatever has him this worked up must be really bad.

"Listen, I know we're not friends. Hell, we're practically enemies. But whatever you hear on the news, just know what they're saying about me isn't true."

He leaves it at that, and you watch as he walks away. What the hell does that mean?

Two days later, your question is answered. You stare at the TV slack-jawed with wide eyes as Shoupe gives a statement about Rafe's arrest. Something about him killing someone; you aren't sure of the exact details. Your brain is too busy putting the pieces together to really pay attention.

Barry walks out and stops when he sees what you're watching, his head dropping.

"Is this what Rafe was here about the other morning?"

His words ring in your ears as you try to make sense of the new information. 'Whatever they're saying about me isn't true.'

You can tell by the way your brother shifts that you're right, and you release a shaky breath.

"Barry, what was the money for?"

He knows you're more so demanding rather than asking, and plops down in the armchair.

"A fall guy."

The revelation nearly sucks the wind out of your lungs, and your hand runs through your hair.

"So he did it?"

Barry shakes his head, his hand coming up to rub over his face.

"I don't know, man. He says he didn't, but who knows with that crazy motherfucker."

You ponder his words for a moment, genuinely at a loss. Rafe is a lot of things, but a murderer? You just can't bring yourself to believe it.

"Someone innocent wouldn't need a fall guy."

Your own statement hits you like a train, and your eyes flutter closed. You suppose it doesn't matter either way. Someone like Rafe won't go down for something like this, even without a fall guy. People with money are always above the law.

Rafe is a particular brand of danger; he has wealth and power. The two combined make him practically untouchable.

"How did they catch him, anyway? He could've been out of the country before they even realized."

Your brother sucks in a sharp breath, and your eyes narrow.

"Someone must have turned him in. There was a hefty reward."

You stay silent for a moment, your eyes darting back and forth as you put two and two together.

"Barry, tell me it wasn't you."

The air is thick as he averts his gaze, and you launch up from your seat.

"You can't be that stupid, bro! You double-crossed a Cameron? As soon as he gets out, we're gonna be the first people he comes after!"

Barry stands, his face mere inches from yours as he glowers down at you.

"He was gonna get out anyway, and we need the money!"

You shake your head in disbelief at your brother's idiocy.

"Barry, it doesn't matter! You broke the trust and he's not gonna let that slide. Even if he does, he'll sure as shit never work with you again, which means no more big payouts. You think the reward was more than what we would have made from all of Rafe's side deals?"

You see the moment he realizes you're right and scoff, aware he's too stubborn to admit it.

"You're unbelievable."

A week later, Rafe is a free man exonerated from all wrongdoing. Turns out he didn't even need the fall guy because he was truly innocent. Apparently, he just likes to have all his bases covered. Against your better judgment you seek him out, and much to your surprise his gaze is soft when it meets yours.

"Hey, country club."

His face breaks out in a roguish grin as he nods in greeting, and you wring your hands together.

"Hey, trouble."

You gulp, nerves eating at you as you run through all the different ways this could go.

"Listen, I need you to know that the shit my brother pulled? I had nothing to do with that. I'm not that dumb. I would have stopped him if I knew about it. We may not be friends, but I would have never betrayed you for money. Whatever you're planning, that shit is between you and him."

His intense gaze is locked on yours, and you silently pray that he believes you. You release a breath you didn't know you were holding when he nods, and nearly cry from relief.

"I know."

You tsk and force a small smile, trying to conceal your anxiety.

"So we're good?"

His finger traces along your jaw at a languid pace before stopping at your chin, and your breath hitches.

"Yeah, sweetheart. We're good. Tell your brother he's lucky you're his sister. It's the only reason he's still breathing."

He doesn't give you a chance to respond and you're left wondering what the hell he means for the second time.

It's two weeks of radio silence after your little run-in. You haven't seen Rafe and as you predicted, he's stopped showing up with random jobs. It's not until your phone rings for the third time at nearly 2 am that you hear from him.

Your hand reaches out and blindly flops around trying to find the device, ready to chuck it at the wall. You lazily open one eye to peek at the caller ID and sit up fast enough to see stars when you read 'Country Club'.

Your finger swipes to answer and you press the speaker to your ear, waiting for him to start speaking. Rafe is always going a hundred miles an hour right off the bat, rarely giving you a chance to greet him before he launches into his latest opportunity he just has to tell you about.

When he doesn't talk, you frown and break the silence.

"I was wondering when you were gonna call. There's been a distinct lack of daggers to my throat lately."

If it wasn't for the labored breathing on the other end, you would think he hung up, and it's another thirty seconds before you speak again.

"Rafe? Is everything okay?"

He sounds like he's struggling, and you don't quite understand the feeling that bubbles up inside you. Sure, you give Rafe a hard time and the two of you have your bickering. However, if anyone else were to hurt him in any capacity you're fairly certain you would kill them with your bare hands.

It's quiet for another beat and once he finally replies, your heart stutters.

"I didn't have anyone else to call."

You scowl at this; surely the kook king has someone in his circle other than a low-level drug dealer he can rely on. He's always surrounded by people, and it's just now occurring to you that maybe none of them are true friends. How lonely it must be to only have superficial relationships based on status and how they can further your reputation.

"For what? What happened?"

You're fully awake now, your chest tight as you think about all the possibilities.

"It's nothing, actually. I'll let you get back to sleep, I'm sure you're tired."

Panic surges through you when you realize he's about to hang up and your voice rings out more frantic than you were expecting.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me. Where are you?"

You hear him sigh and can almost picture the frown lines on his pensive face.

"The docks. I just needed some air. Listen, I'm really sorry for bothering you. This crosses so many lines and you already hate me."

There's an underlying sadness as he finishes his sentence that makes your stomach turn, and you shake your head despite the fact he can't see you.

"I don't hate you, Rafe."

You're about to elaborate when he sniffles, and something in you shatters at the realization that he's crying alone in the dark.

"Thanks for picking up. I'll see you around."

He ends the call before you can say anything else, and without thinking you're on your feet and grabbing your keys.

The docks are dimly lit as you walk around, trying to figure out where the hell he is. Your eyes land on the Druthers with a single light on and you make your way towards it.

Rafe is laying on his back when you finally see him, a half-empty bottle of scotch next to his torso. He lifts his head when he hears your footsteps, shock painted on his features.

"You came?"

The notion is almost ridiculous to you. You've been playing this cat-and-mouse game for years; you thought that he'd surely figured out you truly care for him by now, even if you try to act like you don't.

"You called. Of course, I came. What's going on?"

A cool breeze whips around you as you loom over him, hands in your back pockets as you wait for him to open up. You can smell the faint aroma of whiskey mixed with salt water, and you can't help but think it's distinctly Rafe.

You heave a sigh, legs coming in contact with the cold deck of the yacht as you sit cross-legged by his side.

Out of pure instinct, your soft hand thumbs away a tear that's streaking down Rafe's face toward his hairline, and If you didn't know any better you'd think he leaned into your touch.

"Come on, trust fund. Spill."

His lip quirks a bit at the nickname, grateful that you're not treating him like glass. There's a comforting air around you, yet it still feels normal as you tease him. It's disarming, and he finds the barbed wire embedded in his heart starting to loosen.

"Just another fight with my dad. Nothing I ever do is good enough."

You hum in understanding, the hand still resting on his face now smoothing over his buzzcut.

"I'm not going anywhere. Tell me about it."

You mean it; Jesus Christ himself could tell you to walk away and you'd stay planted firmly in place. The tides have shifted, and the last place you want to be is anywhere the Rafe isn't.

"He just puts so much pressure on me. Bullshit about how I'm going to the man in charge when he's retired. One day I'm his pride and joy, the next I'm a disgrace. I'm tired of trying."

You gnaw on the inside of your cheek, unsure which direction to take this. Is he wanting you to give him advice and tell him Ward is a piece of shit?

Or is he wanting you to tell him everything is going to be okay and to take it with a grain of salt? You're not sure you can bring yourself to say the latter.

"Listen, Ward is a greedy self-serving asshole who doesn't think about anyone other than himself. You're his only son, which means he's harder on you and that isn't fair. Truthfully, he's probably projecting because he sees that you're capable of being everything he isn't. He's intimidated because you can take his spot."

The look in Rafe's eyes as he peers up at you is intense, a new emotion you haven't seen before swirling in his ocean irises. He seems to be coming to a realization, most likely the same one as you as the words roll off your tongue.

You move to lay beside him, your arm propped under your head as you rest on your side. He can't help but notice how your hair is spread out like a halo, the intoxicating scent of lavender and tanning oil seeping into his bones.

"Do you really believe that?"

You stare directly into his soul, trying to make him feel that yes, you really do.

"I believe that you just want his approval. I also believe that you have to stop needing it in order to be happy. Fuck what your dad thinks. He's not the one that has to look back on your life at the end and make peace with the life you chose. Live for yourself; no one else matters."

Your voice is soft and whispy, dripping over him like a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer day. He frowns, and you resist the urge to smooth out the lines it causes between his brows.

"You matter."

Your eyes dart down to his lips for a moment, a light sheen on the plump flesh from where he's been licking them. You see him gulp, his mouth parting at the sudden lust in your eyes.

"You seem nervous, Country Club. Do I make you nervous?"

Your voice is barely above a whisper, scared to break the trance you're both in.

"A good nervous."

His tone is equally soft, your bodies now nearly touching as you subconsciously shift toward each other. You don't bother responding; no more words are needed.

Time stands still as you both lean in and your brain short circuits when his lips touch yours for the first time. Years of pining and faux hatred are spilled into the kiss, your emotions running rampant as everything finally comes to a head.

His tongue runs across your bottom lip, and you grant him access, nearly moaning at the taste. It's expensive scotch mixed with spearmint, a heavenly combination that you would never expect to love.

His hand tangles in the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer as you move to straddle his waist. You stay there for several minutes, just soaking each other in as the world melts away.

He finally pulls away breathless, lips bruised in the most beautiful way, and blinks up at you.

"Still think I'm ugly?"

You nod your head, trying to catch your breath as you stare at his mouth.

"The ugliest."

@veescorneroftheworld. @genius2050

#rafe cameron imagine #Rafe Cameron angst #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron angst #Rafe Cameron fluff #outer banks imagine #outer banks angst #outer banks fic #outer banks #outerbanks #outerbanks imagine #outerbanks fic #outerbanks angst #obx imagine #obx angst #obx fluff

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hoshologies · 10 months

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I am an entire enthusiast for soft!dom yeonjun!

Comfort sex with him?

Would be so nurturing and you'd feel so loved.

omg REAL yeonjun just in general tbh <3 afab reader, smut under the cut, mdni please don't interact !!

soft dom yeonjun who comes home from tour and rather than going to the dorms, your apartment is his first destination upon touching down in seoul. he's only been away for a month, but you were missing him something fierce the second he left your place the night before he flew overseas. facetimes and phone calls and text messages can only do so much.

soft dom yeonjun who finds you sleeping on the floor in your living room, netflix cycling through its idling screen, because you tried to stay up and wait for him. he leaves his suitcase next to the couch, sets his carry-on bag on the cushions, and kneels next to you, shaking you awake and greeting you with a gentle smile. you're ecstatic that he's home, of course, but it's late and you're so tired.

soft dom yeonjun who helps you sit up and then picks you up and carries you to your bedroom where he's spent so many nights before this, his favorite place in the entire world. you're both tired, but now that you've actually felt one another for the first time in a month, you just have to keep the touches going.

soft dom yeonjun who sits you carefully on the bed, kisses you all slow and soft, his lips slotted perfectly against yours. when his tongue swipes at your lip, he meets no resistance; you open yourself to him immediately. he undresses you easily, like it's nothing but muscle memory, remarks on how cute it is that you're wearing one of the many sweaters he's left here.

soft dom yeonjun who gets you to lay back against your pillows once you're completely bare to him and eats you out in the pitch black of your room. he revels in each small sound you make, finds pleasure in the dull sting when you tug at his hair because it's proof that you're together again. when you come with a soft cry of his name, he tells you how good you taste, how badly he missed you while he was gone. he tells you that while he was meant to be an idol, this is where he was meant to be: between your legs making you feel like the deity you are.

soft dom yeonjun who coos at you and asks you why you're crying when he hovers over you, his arms bracketing your head. he brushes your hair out of your eyes and wipes away your tears and tells you that you're so sweet for him, that he spent the entire tour wishing you were with him. tells you that the next time, you will be there, even if he has to fight for it because he can't stand being away from you for that long ever again.

soft dom yeonjun who slides his cock into you and, unable to ditch his teasing streak for just tonight, keeps his pace slow and gentle. he wants to drag this out, wants to watch you fall apart under him slowly, even when all he thought about the entire tour was coming home and driving you into your mattress until you cry. this is much sweeter though, the way you toss and turn your head back against your pillows, eyes screwed shut, jaw slack as you mumble out adulterated versions of his name and whines.

soft dom yeonjun who keeps his pace torturous, tells you to "take it like this or you won't come" when you whine about how you need it faster, harder. he asks "thought you were my good baby. did that change while i was gone? s'that why you're tryin' ta act up?" and he laughs when you shake your head no, peering up at him with glassy eyes and a blissed out expression. "that's what i thought."

soft dom yeonjun who laughs softly when you really start to go dumb and drunk on him, hands uselessly grasping at his shoulders, his biceps, digging into his back. he tells you "don't worry, cutie. i'll take care of you. you wanna come?" and when you nod desperately, he coos and tells you to let go. you do a few moments later and he smiles above you, fucking you through it.

soft dom yeonjun who tells you he just wants you to give him one more as you're pushing at his shoulders without much force behind it at all. "just one more," he promises and then he'll let you go to sleep. he just missed feeling you around him so badly, can't you just give him this one thing? you don't really want him to stop either because you missed the way he fills you up so perfectly, so you babble out his name and a slew of other words and let him keep going.

soft dom yeonjun who praises you the whole time, calling you his perfect baby, his good obedient little sweetheart. your pussy is the best thing he's ever felt, he swears; if he could spend the rest of his life buried in your little cunt, he'd be the happiest man on earth. he whispers all the sweet things as he noses at your cheek, your neck, your shoulder, leaving kisses in his wake, his hips rolling against yours deliciously.

soft dom yeonjun who finally comes after your third orgasm, filling you up in a way that you've missed an embarrassing amount. he drops his forehead to your collarbone, breathing heavy as he comes down from his own high. and when he catches his breath, he kisses you wherever he can reach, as many times as he can, thanking you for being so good and so perfect for him. he tells you he missed you more than anything in the world for the millionth time tonight, but he means it every time. he pulls out of you with a groan and makes quick work of cleaning you both up, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep with you in his arms.

#yeonjun x reader #txt x reader #yeonjun smut #txt smut #kpop smut #hard.thought #txt.thought #yeonjun.thought

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locklyle1kanij · 5 months

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I’m gonna make a list of my fav Lockwood and co fics in the hope that someone will see this list then reblog it and say “wow good choices! You should really check out this fic!”

(PLEASE I NEED FICS) (Warning these are basically all mainly Locklyle fics just letting you know)

(okay obviously we need Policy 8 on this list!)

“Policy 8” written by by: The_Biscuit_Agreement

Ongoing

Plot Summary :

Policy 8 was established in the hope of encouraging the birth of increasingly powerful agents. All agents 18 and over must accept the marriages DEPRAC assigns them. Agents between the ages of 16-18 can volunteer to enter the programme or else be forced into it due to minor illegal behaviour. Lucy Carlyle volunteered. Anthony Lockwood was forced. In an effort to protect the two teenagers from being turned into pawns in the games of the rich and powerful, Barnes ensures Lucy and Lockwood are married. But just because they aren't stuck as pawns, doesn't mean the teenagers aren't forced into the same dangerous games.

“As London Burns” written by: ScienceFantasy93

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

An AU About locklyle in the middle of world war two with Lockwood fighting as a RAF pilot and with Lucy as a news reporter. (very angsty) (idk what else to say about it tbh… BUT I LOVE THIS FIC!)

“The bones of our past written” by: moon2pluto

Finished (but has a sequel that’s ongoing)

Plot Summary:

Just a few months after the destruction of the bone mirror, the team of Lockwood & Co. has another big case to tackle: When Lucy gets a letter from her little sister, begging her to come back and help her with a haunting doomed to kill them, she doesn't need long to make a decision, and neither George nor Lockwood are going to let her face this alone. To not get any unwanted attention in her hometown, Lucy and Lockwood agree to take a closer look disguised as a couple while George is busy researching. But when the haunting turns out to run much deeper and wilder than any of them thought, and other players enter the game, one question arises: Will Lockwood & Co. also make it out of this case unscathed?

(This one’s my all time favourite)

“The hidden archive” written by: BrooklynBooks

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

Ghost possession doesn't happen often, but fatality rates are high. Even if an agent does survive, there are the aftereffects to worry about. After surviving a possession, Lucy Carlyle struggles with recovery, delving ever deeper into the memories of Visitors and, in the process, stumbling into the world of blackmarket Sources. Meanwhile, George Karim races to learn the truth behind ghost possession in order to protect Lucy and save future agents. And Anthony Lockwood must face his own past with the London underworld if he wants to save his friends and himself.

“Connections” written by: The_Biscuit_Agreement (I’m sorry i’m so obsessed with their fics lol)

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

Lockwood forms a psychic link with a dead young agent and the group try to use it to work out how the agent died with disastrous consequences.

“Crushed” written by: itripandfallalot, Salvoirfaire

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

A bad case and broken leg leave Lucy no choice but to return to Portland Row until she recovers. Lockwood is definitely not using this as an opportunity to persuade her to come back for good, because that would be unfair. And he never plays dirty.

“Because everything is the same until, very suddenly, it isn’t” written by: Netflixcapricorn

Finished

Plot Summary:

What happens when the only way out of this mess is a fake marriage?

(Here’s a warning, extremely angsty)

“Lucy takes the long way home” written by: agents_cxrter

Finished

Plot Summary:

Lucy might have left Lockwood and Co, but she can't get Lockwood out of her system.

(So many annoying emotions in this one like WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!!?!)

“This is going to end badly” written by: The_Biscuit_Agreement

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

When Fittes Agent Lucy Carlyle is cornered by relic-men alone in the woods, she is rescued by an unlikely source: Anthony Lockwood, run-away and relic-man. When Fittes gets tasked with trying to track the young man down, Lucy finds herself in an interesting position.

“Perfectly Incandescently Happy” written by: OceanSpray5

Finished

Plot Summary:

After the death of her best friend, Ms Lucy Carlyle is given the opportunity to be sponsored for the 1815 London season by Norrie's aunt. Instantly compared to the Diamond due to their astonishingly similar looks, she befriends Lord Lockwood quite unexpectedly yet is left wondering if she was a fool for believing he'd look twice at a mere country girl.

(This fic is literally the cutest thing to exist… if you exclude the angst lollll)

“No One Cares About The Nightwatch” Written by: Nomolosk

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

Lucy Carlyle is a Listener, a failed agent, a runaway, and now works the nightwatch in London. One might think her life a failure from start to last- but Lucy has goals. She will get a grade four certificate, and reapply to all the best agencies, and her life will get immeasurably better.

However, firsthand experience of the treatment most people give the nightwatch, and a chance encounter with Lockwood and Co. have her reevaluating those goals... maybe she can do some good before she moves on...

“The Injury of Finally Knowing You” written by: booknerds_unite

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

Anthony Lockwood, the only surviving male monarch from the Lockwood line, has six months to find a wife or Parliament will make a case to keep him from the throne. Lucy Carlyle has just arrived at the palace to work as a maid and to escape her horrific mother. They were never supposed to meet. On the night of Lockwood's birthday celebration, their paths cross and nothing will ever be the same.

“What lies between the lines” written by: The_Biscuit_Agreement

Ongoing

Plot Summary

When she arrived in London, Lucy Carlyle took up a job at the British Archives, spending her days determining which love letters, suicide notes and other collected paperwork could one day produce a visitor. It's a taxing job, made easier by king archivists and the presence of young agents doing research nearby. As Lucy becomes close with some of these young agents, she starts to receive love letters herself and finds herself using her under-utilised talents to try to work out who might be behind the notes.

(at this point just go through all of The_Biscuit_Agreement fics tbh… There all perfection)

(okay i’ve read a ton more really good Lockwood and Co fics but i feel lazy now so maybe i’ll post a part two of fic recs later)

#lockwood and co #fic recs #locklyle #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood #save lockwood and co #lockwood & co #lockwood and lucy #george cubbins #george karim #ao3 #part 2 soon?#please give me recs!!#i hope this helps someone

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ninthcurse · 2 months

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tbh I’m more into brothers than dads but like. Shit man dads can be really fucking hot and I think dad detrans is hotter than brother yknow

But regardless, I’ll present to you the idea of me being your ftm fakeboy daughter and you walk in my brother fucking me one day. Neither of us immediately notice because we thought you and mom were having a date night and we decided to have a date night of our own. We’re just going at it and you clear your throat to get our attention and we panic to try and cover up. You ask how long this has been going on and we admit we’ve been having sex for a moment now, it feels really good and it’s good “practice” for partners we may have later. You ask some other standard questions, are we using protection, what’s the plan if something does happen, etc. we answer and you listen and tell us youre not mad, but mom will have to hear about this. Unless… unless I let you fuck me too. Big bro looks at me and urges me to agree. I’m hesitant but agree. You say you’ll see me in my room tonight then and tell us we can continue as you leave.

When you come into my room that night, I’m already asleep. I had tried staying up but when it hit 11pm I gave up on staying awake. You don’t care, you carefully move my blanket out of the way and slowly pull my underwear off, looking at my pussy before starting to rub it. My cunt slowly but surely starts getting wetter and wetter, little noises coming from me in my sleep. You carefully move my body to, for now at least, let me continue sleeping. Not long and you’re pushing your tip into my cunt. You try to keep it slow to let me sleep but you can’t help speeding up not long after, my cunt feels so good around your cock. And with how much you’re thrusting, I’m soon awake and start to panic but you cover my mouth and shush me. You tell me to stay quiet, you’re just doing what had been agreed on. You tell me from here out, I’m daddy’s cumslut and you’ll be using me whenever you want. And I can’t tell mom or anyone. You threaten to stop paying for my hrt prescription and tell me that I’m lucky you pay for my delusions in the first place. You continue to fuck my cunt until you cum inside of me, you don’t care if I get pregnant. You don’t stop there though, you continue to fuck my pussy, telling me what a good girl I am for taking daddy’s cock so well, and make me repeat it. You even play with my tdick until I’m cumming around you, as much as I say I don’t want to, to prove the point that I’m just a dumb girl who’s gonna get addicted to her daddy’s cock. Big bro walks in on us at one point, he was hoping he could use me real fast but found I’m already in use. You make me suck his cock and encourage him to tell me I’m a good girl too, that this is my place as the family cum dump <3 it doesn’t matter what I say anymore, both of you use me whenever you want and you stop letting me pick up my prescription anymore, telling me I obviously don’t need it because I’m a dumb girly cumslut anyways <3

watching my kids fucking <3 i'd probably make sure to see if i could get the opportunity to take a picture before interrupting. all the better to show my wife later (or threaten to post online if you don't do what i say). being the family cum dump is especially hot, always on demand to be used and fucked. plug you up after every time i fuck you to keep my loads inside - can't have your brother getting you pregnant before i do

#ix #9:30

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mangowafflesss · 7 months

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Bandaged Fangs | Vampire!Medic!Reader x Gaz

Summary: You hide a big secret but what happens when a certain patient finds out that very secret.

CW: Blood (obviously), Poorly written smut cuz I'm BAD at it, unprotected sex, blood sucking/biting etc, Gaz fucks a vampire? idk bro nothing bad tbh...

Word Count: 3K+

Mythic Month HQ

★☠︎︎★☠︎︎★☠︎︎★☠︎︎★☠︎︎★☠︎︎★☠︎︎★☠︎︎★☠︎︎★☠︎︎★☠︎︎★☠︎︎★☠︎︎★

You were supposed to be out on the field right now but instead you stayed behind. Some other medic practically begged you to let them go, and who were you to say no to someone wanting to gain experience. You had been the team's medic for around eight months, you had run away from where you previously resided due to your secret getting out and you had to unfortunately dispose of them before leaving.

You missed your home in Sweden but nevermind, mistakes happen and you weren't going to let that happen again. Whenever the guys asked about your past you always gave them vague answers which seemed to satisfy them until they invited you for drinks one time and bombarded you with questions. You couldn't get drunk anymore unfortunately, so your acting skills had to be put into fruition.

Rubbing circles into your temple you sat leaned back in your office chair with your feet up on the desk with the lights off and blinds closed. Your head was pounding which would usually be strange to you but you knew exactly what was happening.

You hadn't had any blood in a while so your need and desire for it was getting worse with every month you don’t consume any. It wasn't common for one to go for as long as you have and it was starting to show in your behaviour.

You were snappier with your colleagues and the work you did on some of your patients was shoddy, it was disgusting to even call yourself a professional sometimes.

You would go snack on the nearest blood bag but even in the comfort of your own office you can't seem to be alone for five seconds without someone wanting your attention.

“What?!” you say in a rather frosty attitude as your door is wretched open by your movements. “We've got a few casualties coming in from a mission” Alison tells you with a fearful look in her eye. “Thank you, now go do something useful” you shut the door and let out a sigh as you let out your frustration on a nearby chair, the leg snapping upon impact. You don't know how you're going to explain that but that's something to worry about for another time.

Right now you've got to get through this mess and retreat back to your office to deal with the monster of a headache you've got coming along. “Let's get this shit over with” you mumble under your breath before storming out of your office.

Blood filled your nose and you felt a wave of nausea come over you. This wasn't good… you were really in dire need to feel the warmth of someone's blood trickle down your throat while they let out those cute little breaths under you.

“Hey! You're standing in the way” your head turns to the voice and you give him a death glare as you turn and walk towards where there's a mass of soldiers waiting for medical attention.

Your gums ached as you walked but you ignored it and threw yourself in your work, it's what you're here for anyway.

Your eyes were met with the brown ones of Sergeant Garricks and your mouth started to water. You’ve had fantasies for months of tasting his blood, the scent alone sent you wild the first time you caught a whiff and ever since you've taken the opportunity to help him out with his injuries. Many of your colleagues think you've got a little crush on the brunette but they couldn't be so wrong.

All you wanted was his blood.

He smiles when he sees you and walks over to you with his hand clamped around his arm. “Hey Angel, think you can fix me up with those wonderful hands of yours?” you steer him to a clear space away from everyone and also where no one else could see.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t get injured again?” you say while unwrapping whoevers attempt at first aid this is. You lick your lips when you see the glistening red hue of the blood that surrounds his arm. “What can I say, I'm a liar. I deserve to be punished for my lies” he jokes while dramatically holding his hand over his heart. The heart that's beating quite fast right now under your touch.

You couldn't deny the fact you know the Sergeant has some sort of crush on you, it was obvious but you like to watch as he makes a fool of himself. Who knows, this may all work in your favour.

“What would you like your punishment to be?” you ask as you clean his skin, the smell of the antiseptic makes the blood become unrecognisable under your senses which makes you snarl.

“What do you have in mind for me Angel ” he asks innocently tilting his head to look you in the eyes but all you could make out was the lust in them. Leaning closer to his ear you're careful to not hurt his arm and get as close as you can.

“What's your deepest fear, sergeant?” you felt his heartbeat jump at how you say his rank which makes you smile into the side of his head. You stand straight again when he doesn’t answer you which makes you look at him just to see if he's still conscious.

“Vampires.” he states blankly, which makes you stand there frozen while blinking at him like a fool.

“Vampires? Did you hit your head today?” you laugh hiding the fact that you were on the verge of running out and never coming back. There's no way he knows… right? It was very random to bring up out of everything but perhaps he's being serious.

“No, I’m completely fine up here” he knocks on his head and then flashes you his toothy smile which would make anyone swoon. “Would you make that happen though Angel?” he asks and you tilt your head while looking up from what you were doing “Make what happen?”

“Dress up as a vampire for me”

You almost choked on your spit at his words but by the look on his face he was being deadly serious without any hint of playfulness in him. “You could make that happen right?”

“Sure…” you weren't really paying attention as you stuck out your tongue in concentration as you wrapped his arm. Once you were finished he hopped off the bed and brought you into a hug, your mouth was so close to his neck and his pulse was driving you crazy. You could smell him and your mind went into some sort of haze until you felt yourself being pulled away from the hug. His hands rested on your shoulders and he gave you a smile which you reciprocated for some unknown reason.

“See you later then Angel, make sure you wear the teeth!” he shouts as he walks away and leaves you standing there confused as to what just happened.

When you finally retreated back into your dark cave you like to call your office, you slumped in your chair and covered your face with your hands. Your day was terrible and mixed with the hunger you were experiencing you wanted to rip someone's head off. You oversaw a blood transfusion today and the ‘b-’ on the bag made you think of a certain someone.

Brown eyes and those curls made you slam your fists onto your desk in frustration. Your conversation from earlier made you nervous but somewhat excited. You could finally, maybe, get your fix for his blood and finally be back to your normal self or he could go off running and telling everyone what you are because you mistook him.

It was around eight in the evening and you were still in your office filling out some paperwork until your phone pinged with a text.

No one who wasn't important had your number which confused you until you picked it up and looked at the screen.

Still waiting for my Vampire ;)

Narrowing your eyes you looked at the time and got up from your chair, it's now or never. You texted him to ask where he was staying and gave you the exact directions from your office all the way to where he was. It made you giggle a little as you turned down different left and rights to get to him but when you stood outside of his door the ache in your gums was making it difficult to focus on the door opening.

“Hi Angel” he was leaning against the door with one arm, he didn’t have a shirt on but you just coughed and peered into his room under his arm. You saw his messy bed and laughed “I thought you guys were more disciplined than this” you say while walking in and pushing him to the side while pointing to his screwed up sheets.

“Didn’t think you'd mind, apologies” he flicks it up into the air and it perfectly rests on top of his mattress. You didn't really care about it but you had to break the awkwardness somehow, you had no idea why you came but he wanted this.

He stood in front of you and your eyes locked onto one another before he reached out a hand and grabbed yours. You were very confused as he placed your hand on his neck where his pulse was beating rapidly.

You felt the unsteady rhythm under the pads of your fingers and smiled because of his unnatural heartbeat. “Are you okay Kyle” you felt his pulse skip as if it was doing jump rope and you hid the laugh threatening to escape your throat.

“I want you to bite me”

If you still had a heart that beats you are pretty sure yours would be jumping up and down. “Excuse me?”

One of his hands moved to grab your cheeks and he squished them, your lips pouted and he kept squeezing until your mouth opened on its own. “I saw them. I know what you are” you pushed away from him and he looked at you in shock.

“Are you sure you didn’t hit your-”

“No I didn’t hit my head Angel. I’ve been watching you for quite a while, you’re very interesting…” he stepped towards you but you took a step back until your back touched the door.

“Three months ago we went for drinks, you hardly ever touched your drink so I watched you” he stepped closer until your feet kissed and he peered into your eyes, you could see his pupils were blown wide which made you swallow thickly. “When that bar fight broke out and there was blood I still watched you, the way you licked your lips and how your pretty canines grew. You quickly hid your mouth by holding the glass up to your mouth, pretending to take a sip”

You knew Gaz was smart, he was probably too smart for his own good sometimes. Your faces were just a breath apart and you felt his fingers trail up your throat until he tilted your head up by your chin. “Will you let me see them? Please?”

Your thoughts were racing, the dangers were like warning sirens but you sighed and opened your mouth. His hand cupped your cheek as you did so and your gums felt relief as you extended out your fangs. His eyes widened as he took them in, long extensions of your own flashed in the dim room and he was completely fixated on them. His thumb ran along your lip and then did something that took you by surprise.

He kissed you.

His heart was beating so fast and you couldn't focus on anything else, you could feel it in your own chest as he pushed his against yours. It wasn't slow or gentle but fierce and greedy, one of his hands was still holding your cheek while the other gripped your hip in a possessive grip.

“Fuck I’ve waited so long to do this” he breaths out before capturing your lips again, his tongue liked along your lips as he forced his way inside of your mouth. Your tongues danced together until he started to suck on yours, he moaned and you felt him press himself up against you. He was hard and you were starting to wonder how many times in these past three months he's thought about this very moment.

He pulled away suddenly and then grabbed your hand while walking over to his bed. He sat down with his back against the headboard and then pulled you into his lap. Your legs straddled his thighs and his hands rested on your hips and pulled you closer to his body. Your hands rested on his chest as he looked up at you with those lustful eyes.

“I’m at your mercy, Angel” he says, baring his neck for you to take.

He rubbed circles into your hips which drove you wild. Bending down, you pressed gentle kisses from his jaw down to his neck. You flattened your tongue and licked a stripe up the length of his neck, his pulse quickened against your tongue and your fangs grazed against his skin but before you sunk them into him you kissed up to his ear “I need your consent before I bite you” you ask and a shiver runs through his body, he nods his head an you sigh “Use your words Kyle” his hands gripped you tighter and let out a shaky breath.

“Yes, I want you to bite me”

You return to his neck and lick your lips before finding your favourite spot and sinking your fangs into his warm body. He lets out a gasp and you hum as his blood trickles down your throat. It was addicting and you wanted all of it.

Kyle's hands move from your hips down to your ass and he gives it a squeeze, grinding yourself against him he lets 0ut a moan and moves you against him. He lets out the sweetest sounds into the air and you could taste the change in his blood, he was sweeter due to his aroused state.

“You taste so good” you say pulling away from his neck, you need to be careful and not drain him completely. You see his blissed out eyes and smile softly, the bite mark on his neck stands out and you watch as a small drop slides down his chest and over his nipple. You attach your lips to his chest and swirl your tongue around spreading the blood over his skin. Sucking slightly you feel his nipple pebble in your mouth but slowly move upwards, following the streak of blood to the source.

Sitting up straight you feel him hard and big under you which makes the pool in your panties turn into a waterfall. His thumb swiped at your chin and then he pushed it through your lips into your mouth. You begin to suck the blood off his thick thumb and he watches you with an intense stare, your hips still rocking against him with a steady rhythm.

Removing his thumb he grabs the back of your neck and brings you into another kiss, the taste of his blood still resting on his tongue. You didn’t know if he would even like it due to its metallic taste but he doesn't seem to care as he ruts himself against you.

His hands skirt under your shirt and his fingertips tickle your skin, raising it further up your body you lift your arms and let him discard the material somewhere in his room. Pressing open kisses to your neck and chest you arch your back to get as close as possible to him and feel his hands crawl up your spine to where the clasp of your bra is.

His mouth is hot against your skin and you feel his teeth graze across the perked bud of your breast. Your fingernails scraped against his scalp as you pushed him further onto your fleshy mound.

“You're perfect Angel” he whispers into your skin but with your hearing you could hear it and begin to smile and pull him off you with a pull at his hair. He detached himself from your breast and you could see his lips glistening with his spit.

Scooching down his thighs you play with the waistband of his sweatpants waiting for his confirmation before pulling them down along with his boxers. He kicks them off and you remove your pants with speed.

Reunited with the comfort of his lap he grabs his cock and rubs it against your clit and your folds which are dripping for him. You feel the head prod against your entrance and you kneel higher before aligning him with your aching cunt.

Sinking down on him you both let out a gasp as you feel your walls stretch around him, you don’t feel pain but you could've sworn you felt something sting. Staying seated fully sheathing him he looks you in the eyes and kisses you again.

You grind yourself against him and feel him moan into your mouth, you bite his lip which starts to bleed and lick up his delicious blood which would make any vampire come on the spot.

“Ah- fuck bite me” he sounds so whiny but you couldn’t do it just yet, he pawed at your body and your hips, gripping them tightly as he pounds into you. His thumb played with your clit which makes you clench around him. “C’mon Angel, come on my cock” your head was in the crook of his neck as he fucks you deeper bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm.

When you're close, your fangs extend to their fullest and you pull his head back by the hair, his neck was on show for you and your fangs dug into his flesh and his blood began to flow again. Your tongue licked and gathered the liquid in your mouth and you groaned at how good it was.

Pulling you off him he presses you against his mattress with him hovering over you, pulling your legs over his shoulders he enters you again in one fluid motion. He fucks you ruthlessly, your body tightening and sucking him in.

Drops of blood fall from the fresh bite mark on his neck and land onto your skin, painting you like watercolours. It was a sight to see and Gaz blew his load right there and then, his movements slowed as he pumped you full of his seed and released your legs from around his shoulders. He kissed along your thighs and saw his come leak from your pussy, pressing a finger inside he bends down and licks the blood from your body.

Humming in content you run your hands through his hair as you feel him finger fuck you through another orgasm. “Fuck yesyes” your back arches and you feel him remove his fingers and lick them clean which doesn’t surprise you.

Catching his breath he gives you a kiss on the nose before getting up and grabbing something to clean you with. When he's done he gathers you in his arms and pulls you on top of his body. You could hear his calm heartbeat and smile before sitting up and looking deeply into his eyes.

“Was my Vampire costume okay?”

He let out a laugh and the rumble of it shook you, “There wasn’t a cape sooo I would have to give it a three out of ten”

“A cape? Really?” you deadpan and he smiles stupidly at you. “Well next time get someone else to bite and fuck you” you go to move off him but he pulls you back and kisses you deeply.

“I’m just joking Angel, I give you a ten out of ten” rolling your eyes you lie back down on his chest and close your eyes, you feel so full and needed to rest.

As you were drifting off you felt his lips next to your ear “Seriously though, next time wear the cape and nothing under it”

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