#if i'm taking too long on a fic........ i'm gonna do sneak peeks

[keeponquinning]

alas, it is still not raining in the one shot where the basis is literally eddie x reader in the rain but have yet another sneak peek at this monster. we hit 9k.

smut under the cut.

"Baby, baby, you did it, you did it, fuck, you did it," his words rushed and feverish. The sounds you made driving him crazy, enough to buck his hips, fucking into your mouth. Forcing his eyes to open, staring at you with a soft little whine, seeing you start to move your head again, bobbing up and down his cock and filling your mouth over and over, groaning deep as he hit the back of your throat again and again, the wet sound filling his ears. "...open, open your eyes, please, please, open... There you are," he smiled, a soft little laugh escaping him as your eyes opened, "My sweet fucking girl..." His other hand grasped at your cheek, shaking his head as he saw your eyes almost close again, "No, no, no, don't..." Another hiss coming from him, continuing to meet your mouth with his thrusts, a gag from you squeezing him just right that had him throbbing, a sharp shiver run through him. "Keep your eyes on me, alright? Yeah?" You nodded, prompting him to let out a soft, dreamy sigh. "Good girl..."

God, you wished he hadn't demanded you keep your eyes open, because the sound of that, of him calling you that, made you want to close your eyes as you let out a deep seated moan, vibrations of your mouth cascading over his cock. His lips parted as panted breaths huffed their way out of him, but eyes were on each other, sinking your mouth down onto him. His hand moved from your cheek then, grasping lightly around your throat and you really wished you could close your eyes, then. His finger and thumb squeezed along the sides of your neck and sending you into a dizzying spiral that sent your movements into overdrive, the hand at his base lowered, grasping at his balls, rubbing and giving them attention as you felt yourself choking on his cock. You were wet, soaking, aching between your legs. Your eyes glistening and hand splayed at his stomach, scratching along his happy trail, but looking at him.

[talaok]

What did daddy teach you?

Pairing: Step-dad!Joel Miller x Step-daughter!reader x Step-uncle!Tommy

Summary: Joel has decided you need to have practice with other men. Thankfully Tommy is more than happy to step up for the task.(this is part of a series but can be read alone)

Warnings: oh boy, step-incest, manipulation, straight-out lying, hence: dub-con, Perv!Joel, Perv!Tommy, predatory behavior, very very naive and innocent reader |Smut| oral sex (m receiving), face fuking, he forces you down for a bit too long, handjob, 1 slap, anal play, unprotected p in v sex (one right after the other), spanking, hair pulling, coming on face, creampie, degradation (slut, whore), praising, Tommy's mean and rough, and of course loads of daddy-kink.

This is a dark fic, so please for the love of god read the warnings and just scroll if you don't like what you see.

a/n: I should be institutionalized

Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3

Mom had gone away on some kind of business trip for this weekend, and normally, that wouldn't have been a reason for you to be particularly happy, but now, with everything that happened in the past month it meant only one thing: Joel could teach you all about making love for two full days.

You were so incredibly excited it was kind of funny.

You had done all your homework already so that nothing could distract you or take time away from your lessons, and immediately once you came home you had changed into the special clothes you only wore for Joel-this time he'd bought you a little tiny dress, not the usual skirt.

It was the kind of white that was basically transparent, especially being you couldn't wear anything underneath it, and it wasn't like it covered much anyway... as always at least an inch of your ass wasn't covered by the fabric, and the top of it was very much more low cut than what you were used to,

But that's the way daddy liked it, and as he was always reminding you, it was healthier for your skin anyway,

Just as you were sitting down on the couch, the doorbell rang.

"Hi babygirl"

"H-hi"

"Hi sugar" Tommy's smirk matched Joel's, the devil lurking behind those eyes- and your heart dropped at the sight.

What is he doing here?

Why is he here?

It was supposed to be just you and Joel- You didn't know he was gonna be here- you were- oh god-

you looked down at your clothes and immediately went to cover up, your arms doing a poor job of shielding your body from their ravenous gaze.

They were eating you with their eyes, and perhaps even enjoying seeing how panicked that made you.

"I-I'm sorry" you gulped, as they stepped inside and closed the door behind them "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know you'd be coming Uncle Tommy"

Tommy's grin only widened, his eyes making little to no effort to avoid falling to your cleavage.

"is that the way to greet your uncle now?" he tsked

Joel chuckled beside him, but you were so mortified you didn't even hear him

"I-I'm sorry I just- I- I should c-change"

It seems Joel was gonna let his brother do all the talking

"why's that?" he frowned, taking a slow step towards you "you look real damn good sweets... ain't there no need to change"

"b-but" your eyes shifted to Joel only to find him already watching you

But only daddy can see me dressed like this

But it's against the rules

"c'mere sugar" was all Joel said

You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel relieved to be walking away from Tommy and his gaze

"W-what's going on daddy?" you whispered, although Tommy could very well still hear,

You were only a few steps away from him, but his focus was entirely on something else as you offered him a sneak peek of your ass

"I-I thought you'd be teaching me another lesson today"

his hand found your back, pushing you flat against him, and your hands went to his chest.

"daddy" you tried to warn him, but he was already kissing you, his lips soft and rough at the same time against yours.

You heard a soft chuckle coming from your left, and you swore you squeaked in surprise.

What is he doing?

Tommy can see us!

"daddy I-" You stole a glance at his brother and found him palming the front of his jeans "he can see us"

Finally, Joel decided to explain, not wasting an opportunity to laugh softly at your naivety first.

"Uncle Tommy's here for you sweetheart"

You could only frown, looking up at him again

"He's here to help you out"

What does that even mean?

daddy's already helping you

"with what? Y-You-"

He smirked, as his thumb traced your lips

"You see baby" he murmured, "You know me well now, you're used to me, to how I do... things" he explained "but a woman needs to be prepared to make love with men even if she doesn't know how it'll be" he said " when I said men like women with experience, I meant experience with different men too, with different mouths and fingers and cocks, you understand?"

You didn't think you did, not fully, but you still nodded.

"now I'm not saying that what you and I do ain't important, because it's real important for you sugar" his eyes were so honest and kind you were starting to forget all about the shock from moments ago "You still have a lot to learn, and I'm happy to help, but today... today Uncle Tommy was kind enough to agree to help me help you out"

You swallowed thickly, focusing on his strong hands on you and your beating heart

If Joel trusts Uncle Tommy, then I trust him too, you thought

"B-but you're still gonna be here right?"

The way he stroked your cheek said everything you needed to know, but he still spoke it into kind, gentle words, as if you'd made him happy by expressing your need for him to be there.

"of course, I'll be right there the whole time baby girl" he promised, softly caressing your back as he raised his chin to point at his brother "How 'bout you show Uncle Tommy how grateful you are he's helpin' you out now?"

You looked up at Joel, your eyes wide with excitement and nervousness while your hands gripped the shirt covering his chest

"I won't bite" Tommy's amused remark startled you.

He was right beside you now, and you hadn't even noticed him moving.

Some of his curly hair had fallen to his forehead, and his hands were in the front pockets of his jeans, patiently waiting for you to accept the offer, although judging by the big bulge in his crotch, it was taking all his self-restraint

Which it definitely was.

He'd wanted to fuck you since Joel first introduced you that 4th of July of what must have been a year ago.

And when his brother had told him of what he'd managed to convince you to do this past month... he didn't think he'd ever been more jealous in his entire life.

Which is why he decided that a few other words of encouragement wouldn't have hurt.

"c'mon sweetheart" he invited "give your favorite uncle some sugar"

And it would have been a lie to say you didn't want to,

Tommy really was your favorite uncle, and it's not like you were blind... he was one hell of a good-looking man.

So glancing at Joel one last time, you turned toward his brother and took a step until you were right in front of him.

He looked even more beautiful up close.

You gingerly placed your hands on his chest, and he didn't even waste a quarter of a second that his mouth was already devouring yours and his hands were gripping your waist to get you flat against him.

Your eyes were still wide in surprise as he let out a low groan and infiltrated his tongue between your lips to taste all of you,

You let him, you let him explore you entirely before you finally recovered from the shock.

I mean you were used to this kind of hunger from Joel, but you expected Tommy to be a little... tamer.

Once you were back, you started reciprocating, whimpering into his mouth as you too, started to explore his.

"fuck, sugar" he groaned, grinning before he went back to kissing you, grabbing your ass as he did.

You squeaked, completely pliant in his hands as he grabbed at you and kissed you like you were his, like his brother wasn't right behind you, watching the whole scene.

And then you felt it- you felt Joel's hands replace his brother's on your waist, and then you felt his lips graze your neck, his soft breath fanning over your skin as his beard skimmed it, sending shivers all over you.

And then...

There was something so sinful about having two men, two brothers, kiss you at once,

but there was something spectacular about it too.

You moaned, like full-on moaned into Tommy's mouth, your knees buckling as your body turned to jelly.

Both men chuckled softly, their intoxicating mists all around you

"please" you whimpered as they pressed even closer to you, sandwiching you between their muscled bodies and the tents in their jeans.

"What was that?" Joel asked, kissing you right below your left ear as Tommy took care of the right side, making you squirm uncontrollably.

"Daddy-" you only whimpered

"I think she likes this" Tommy grinned, his smile one of a shark

"I think she does too" Joel agreed, both talking like you weren't there, "don't you, baby girl? Tell us how much you're enjoyin' this"

Tommy's hands had left your ass to find your tits now, while Joel's hands were busy stroking up and down your sides.

How could anyone ask for a girl's brain to work in this situation?

"I like it so much" you muttered, your voice a single thread of a whisper.

"yeah?" Tommy taunted "Where are you feeling how much you like it sugar?"

Heat rushed to your face, but Joel was quick to intervene at your pause.

"Don't be rude now sweetheart, answer Uncle Tommy's question" he said, continuing to leave hot kisses on your throat

"I feel it- Uhm- down... there" you whispered, your eyes falling to where your dress "covered" your heat.

"you mean, here in your lil' pussy?" Tommy spoke sultry as his hand found its way underneath your dress and cupped your cunt,

your bare, sopping cunt.

Tommy hissed as his digits connected with your slick folds

"mh-mh" you squeaked, both the men snickering again

"no panties, sugar?" Tommy growled, feeling himself harden with every passing second

"T-they're n-not allowed"

"'f course they aren't" he murmured, ghosting your mouth as he continued exploring your heat, thanking his brother in every language he knew inside his mind.

"poor baby" he cooed, faining pity "She's so wet"

"a-and tingly" you stuttered

"oh sugar" he cooed again "You want Uncle Tommy to take the tingles away?"

"y-yes- please"

but all of a sudden his hand was gone

"don't worry, I'm gonna take care of you later" he cooed, his wet fingers tracing your mouth "First you're gonna have to tell me a few things"

Before you had time to protest or question his words, Joel had already spoken

"let's get on the couch," he said, nodding behind him.

And in no time, the pair was sitting in front of you on the sofa, looking at you like both the front of their jeans weren't showing the perfect press of their hard-ons

"W-what do you want to know Uncle Tommy?"

The smile that split his face was almost feline.

He liked it when you called him that way too much.

"What did daddy teach you?" he asked without missing a beat.

"Oh" you whispered, feeling a wave of anxiety hit you

There was nothing wrong with what you did with daddy, you knew that- but it still felt so... personal.

"H-he's taught me a lot of things" you swallowed thickly, your fingers fiddling with the edge of your dress.

"like what sugar?"

Your gaze turned to Joel, who nodded, urging you to answer without having to breathe a word.

"I...uhm-" you bit your lip, trying to find the words while wondering where to even start "Daddy taught me h-how he can make me feel... good with his - uhm" you gulped, avoiding both the men's eyes "his f-fingers, a-and his mouth- and his... private part"

Tommy snorted like you'd just made a joke,

"His private part?" he mocked, his brows raising in defiance.

"I-" you stuttered looking at him

"we've talked about this sweetheart" Joel spoke now, giving you a pointed look

You had. He had spent a whole afternoon denying you the pleasure you were begging for until you were gonna spit out that word, and you certainly didn't want to go through that torture again.

"His c-cock"

It was such a crude word- you felt so out of place saying it.

Joel hummed in approval, while Tommy's smile spread.

"that's it?"

You gulped, shaking your head slowly.

"he-he's also preparing my other hole"

Tommy's growl was hungry.

"Daddy's trainin' your pretty asshole sweetie?"

"mh-mh" you could only nod

"that'll come real handy today" he grinned, only before you could voice your confusion, Joel had already spoken up

"Not today, she ain't ready"

Tommy'd disappointment lasted only so long

"take off your dress baby girl, show Tommy what he's gettin'"

"yes daddy" you nodded without hesitation, the command second nature at this point.

You got as far as starting to pull the top down when Tommy's voice interrupted

"slow sugar, I wanna enjoy it"

And so you did, you watched between them as you unhurriedly removed inch by inch of the dress from your body, only of course, they weren't looking back at you, their focus was on each piece of skin you uncovered, until your dress fell to the ground, and you were fully bare before them.

Tommy hadn't stopped touching the front of his jeans for one second.

"goddamn" he breathed, taking in every part of you "give me a lil' twirl, sweetie"

you did, and a little smile spread on your lips once you heard him let out a low whistle.

"bend over"

It was so weird having to obey someone else's commands other than Joel's, but you wanted to prove how good you were, so of course, you did: you placed your hands on the coffee table before you and lowered your torso until you could feel air hitting your core.

You couldn't see any of them, but you damn sure could feel their stare.

"look at that" Tommy purred "Such a pretty little pussy- so needy"

It was taking all of him not to stand up and taste you right now, and fuck but the urge only got stronger once Joel offered him an even better view.

"Spread your cheeks babygirl, let Uncle Tommy get a good look"

It took a bit of effort to support yourself without the help of your hands, but you were starting to feel desperate.

"fuck" Tommy growled "The pictures don't do her justice, man"

Your eyes widened at those words.

Joel had shown him the pictures!?

You stood up in a haze, turning around quickly.

"Y-you've seen the p-pictures? B-but-" your nerves were getting the better of your mouth "Daddy you said they were only for y-you-"

"I know what I said" Joel stopped you, his voice calm as ever "I only showed 'em to Tommy to show him your progress, to show him how good you've been this past few weeks" he explained, heat inevitably rising to your cheeks at the flattery "so that he could decide if he wanted to help you or not, get it babygirl?"

"O-oh- ok" you hummed, nodding shily.

Of course there was a reason.

"You looked real good in 'em baby" Tommy smiled "You should consider being a model"

You bit down a smile, embarrassed at his kindness

"Even the special kind" he smirked "I know I would pay good money to see all this" he said, gesturing roughly to your whole body.

Heat rushed to your cheek and neck as you bit your lip.

"Now" Tommy propped his elbows on his thighs "You've told me all about how daddy makes you feel good... but nothin' about how you make him feel good"

"O-Oh, I-" you stuttered, fiddling with your fingers behind your back

"My brother's taught you how to suck cock baby?"

"y-yes" you nodded "he did"

"good" he said, spreading his legs "whatcha waiting for then?"

"O-oh" you stuttered, giving Joel a quick look just to have him encourage you in the task, which is why you quickly moved to get down on your knees before your Uncle- well, step-uncle to be exact.

Your hands were the tiniest bit shaky as you started undoing his zipper, and when you looked up, saw Tommy's big hazel eyes looking down at you with such intensity and lust, you couldn't help but feel even more nervous,

Joel was right, you knew everything about him, about how he did all of this, but you didn't know absolutely anything about Tommy... about what you were going up against.

"she always this slow?" Tommy grumbled, looking over at his brother.

"'m doing my best, trust me, but she's a real slow learner" Joel sighed, joining his brother in his annoyance.

You were mumbling a soft "sorry", when with a grunt, Tommy had freed his cock.

You watched him wide-eyed, before panning over his dick- it was almost the same as Joel if it weren't that Joel's was a little girthier, and that he didn't have so much black curly hair at the base.

"what is it now, I need to feed it to ya too?"

He'd become so impatient... so mean and far from the kind man he was just five minutes ago.

"I'm sorry Uncle Tommy" you murmured, hurriedly starting to lick his tip, first the slit, then the whole head, until finally you took it in your mouth, gently massaging the start of his cock with your tongue.

Tommy only hummed, his hand going to the back of your head

"down" he ordered, so of course, you did.

You fed more of him into your mouth, tasting more and more of him, of his skin, the feel of his veins, of the subtle twitches he produced, until you were almost all the way, and an inevitable gag made its way out of your mouth.

But that was normal, it was very hard to get a cock all the way down your throat on the first try, daddy had taught you that, so you did what you knew worked, you started bobbing your head up and down... getting it all wet made it easier to go down your throat.

"faster, sugar"

You hollowed your cheeks, following orders and following the pace Tommy's hand forced on your head with his hand.

"that's it" he groaned "Now show me what daddy taught you, take it all down that pretty throat"

You wanted to tell him that you weren't quite ready yet, that his cock was a new one after all, but you had no time, he'd already forced you down, and you were already choking on his dick.

Tommy groaned, throwing his head back as his hips thrust up like there was any more space for him inside of you.

"Fuck" he breathed, looking down at you while talking to his brother "it's like she was made to suck cock"

"I know right?" Joel chuckled, admiring you too

"The trainin' really paid off"

"Don't I know it..." Joel grinned "Once a day- that's all it took"

"Once a day- fuck- lucky bastard"

And yes of course, in the meantime, you were coughing and choking and spitting on his cock, tears streaming down your face and staining your sight, so much you couldn't even make up what Tommy looked like anymore.

"you look so pretty like this baby" Tommy cooed, his hips still slowly rocking against you, worsening the situation almost as much as the hand that was keeping you down. "cryin' around your uncle's cock like a good girl" he groaned, talking to his brother again "don't she?"

"Looks almost as good as when she's cryin' around mine," Joel grinned as he freed his cock, taking your hand in his only to wrap it around it

"Can't forget about Daddy can ya?" Tommy chuckled, watching you absentmindedly starting to stroke him.

You were pretty sure you were about to faint at any moment now.

"Such an obedient girl" Tommy cooed, before abruptly releasing you "suck my balls now"

You were couching like a maniac, but he was already forcing your mouth close to his balls

"I-I've nev-"

"I didn't ask you to talk now, did I?"

You gulped, feeling the rest of some tears wet your cheeks as Joel guided your hand up and down his manhood

"N-no"

"What did I ask you to do?"

"t-to suck your balls"

"yeah?" he breathed "Then how come you ain't doing that yet?"

that's all the incentive you needed- you bent down and took one of his heavy balls into your mouth.

"Fuck- wasn't so hard, was it?" he groaned, feeling you lick and suck so very diligently.

He was saltier here, and it was kind of a weird feeling... daddy had never asked you to do this.

"That’s right look at me, baby," he groaned, "look at your uncle while you suck his balls- good girl"

Joel had stopped guiding you now, you were doing it all on your own.

"get back to my dick sugar, I wanna feel it down your throat again"

So you did, his hand going back to its previous position and keeping you down as you cried and gagged.

"'s good-fuck"

"babydoll-" joel's voice was stern.

You'd stopped stroking his cock, and you hand't even realized, you were too lost in the mess Tommy was making of you- so lost in fact you didn't even hear his reprimand.

Which is why the slap that Tommy gave your cheek took you even more by surprise, making you cry out.

"Daddy's cock ain't gonna stoke itself, honey"

You tried to blink the shield of tears covering your eyes, but it was all useless- you started stroking Joel again as Tommy taunted you.

"what, 's too hard to do two things at once for that lil' brain of yours?"

Joel laughed, his hips thrusting up to feel even better

"Shoulda seen her tryin' to do her homework with my cock in her pussy" Joel said, causing his brother to grin

"'s just what dick does to dumb lil' sluts" Tommy shook his head, admiring you still choking on his manhood "shuts their brain right off"

"Ain't that right..." Joel hummed knowingly.

They were talking like you weren't even there... although truth be told, you weren't actually able to comprehend most of it- your brain had turned into a fuzzy blob.

Tommy took decisions very quickly, you’d gathered that by now, but that didn’t mean you weren’t left dumbfounded all the same.

“As much as I like your mouth- it’s time i feel that pussy around my cock baby”

And just like that, he’d let you go- giving you a moment to slide his manhood out your mouth, and wipe the spit and tears off your face.

It was only a minute later, when you were done cleaning up, that you realized Joel’s cock was still in your hand.

“I-“ you breathed, shy underneath the men’s gazes “Do you want my mouth too daddy?”

He smiled proudly at you

“‘S alright- today’s about Uncle Tommy”

You nodded, slowly removing your hand and positioning it on your thighs, together with your right one.

You kneeled there, sitting on your heels, waiting for an order.

But you didn't need to wait long.

"You wanna fuck her here?"

Joel sounded as if he was talking about work

"Nah, wanna fuck her in her bed"

While Tommy sounded like he was talking about a hunt.

"you heard him doll" said Joel "lead the way"

It was such a strange feeling walking ahead of them, completely naked, completely wet, as you made your way to your room- and yet it was also thrilling.

Tommy was smirking as he looked around your room- it was exactly as he'd pictured it.

You were looking at him, at them, biting your lip nervously as Tommy rounded the space, while Joel decided to sit on the armchair in the corner next to the bed.

You were looking at Joel to try and grasp what you were supposed to be doing, what he wanted you to do, but he didn't let anything transpire.

Until finally, Tommy turned to you and walked right before you.

Your face was still damp when he grabbed it, squeezing your cheeks.

"You know what's gonna happen now sugar?"

"mh-mh" you nodded

He was gonna make love to you, you thought, but he was already wording it differently

"I'm gonna fuck you" he murmured, his mouth ghosting yours "and you're gonna be real good for me alright?"

"y-yes"

"yeah?" he taunted, his grip tightening

"Y-yes Uncle Tommy"

he let out a satisfied grunt as he let you go, leaving you to stand before him as he stripped of his clothes.

You felt your mouth water at the sight of him naked before you, and the feeling between your legs got much much worse.

his cock was throbbing against his stomach, still glistening from your mouth.

"ya like what you see honey?" he teased you, enjoying the blatant need in your eyes.

"I- yes" you murmured shily.

"bet you do- just can't wait to get stuffed can ya?" He smirked, watching the embarrassment creep up your face "Ain't nothin' wrong with it, 's normal for a lil' slut like you"

You gulped, watching him wide-eyed.

Daddy had called you that before, but it always confused you.

"s-slut?"

"well yeah baby" he cooed, his hands on your hips "you just took care of two cock at the same time, and now you're gonna get fucked back to back by the same two cocks" he shrugged, his lips right before yours "if that ain't what a slut does, I dunno what is"

"O-Oh"

"'s alright" he promised, his hands on your ass now "All that matters now 's that you got your daddy and me to take care of all your slutty needs"

You could only nod before he took a step back

"Now get on the bed" he spoke "face down, ass up"

You frowned then,

That's really not what you were used to doing, you liked eye contact, you liked kisses... you didn't want to be "face down, ass up"

"But Uncle Tommy- I- what if- I- want to look at you?"

he still seemed sweet as he looked at you, as he cooed "Oh baby", but then he'd grabbed your hair, pulling your head down, making you look at him.

"I see daddy hasn't taught you how it works yet" he growled "You're a slut, sweetheart- all you're good for is spreadin' your legs and followin' orders"

"You're not in charge here. If I tell you to get on all fours, you get on all fours- if I tell you to shut up and take it, you shut up and take it"

His grasp was strong, and your eyes were starting to water again, but all you could do was look at him as he spat those words at you.

"we clear?"

You nodded as much as you could given the situation

"say it"

"I-I got it"

He tugged at your hair as he growled in your face

"who's in charge?"

"You are"

And just like that, he'd let you go.

"face down, ass up" he repeated, and this time, you scurried towards the bed and complied.

You didn't dare look back, but you could feel Joel's stare right on your core, and hear Tommy's steps towards you.

"Jesus Christ"

Tommy had passed two of his digits through your folds, finding them completely soaked

"she always this fuckin' wet?" he asked his brother behind him

"You got no idea" he smirked "She leaves a stain on my pants every day she's so needy"

You'd be embarrassed by Joel's words if it weren't for Tommy's fingers plunging into you

"oh!" you moaned, your hands grabbing the sheets.

Finally

He was scissoring and curling his fingers, watching you convulse beneath him, pushing your ass back for more.

Your brain was already starting to get fuzzier when he pulled them out, forcing a whine out of your mouth.

Tommy only chuckled before popping his fingers into his mouth.

"she's sweet alright"

"yeah she is" Joel breathed, wishing he could be eating you out right then, but he'd promised his brother...

You were breathing ruggedly, peeking behind you in time to see your uncle smirk before grabbing his cock and sliding it between your folds.

You bit your lip to stifle a moan

"you want my cock baby?" he teased you, his tip gliding over your clit "You want my cock inside this sweet lil pussy?"

"y-yes" you whimpered

"beg for it"

You didn't need to be told twice, your pussy was fluttering by how much you needed it.

"please" you cried "please Uncle Tommy I- I need it"

"what do you need?"

"Your cock- I need it inside of me please"

And just then when you thought the torture was finally over, when he fisted the hair at the back of your head and positioned his cock at your entrance... he'd played you once again.

"'s alright baby, I got you" he murmured, sliding into you "there- it's inside now"

And he was- but only his tip.

Tears were in your eyes again. You were so fucking desperate.

"n-no please" you begged "more"

"more?" he mocked "this ain't enough? You want my whole cock?"

You tried to move your ass back to get more of him, but one of his hands was keeping you in place.

"Please!" you begged, holding back tears "I-I- please- need it"

A snicker rumbled behind you, and the hold on your hair tightened.

"what are you?"

You knew what you had to say, and you didn't even hesitate a second.

"I'm a slut"

A soft hum of satisfaction

"a lil' louder baby, let daddy hear too"

"I'm a slut daddy, I-I'm a slut"

Even if you couldn't see him, you could hear the smile on his face as Joel cooed "I know baby, I know you are"

But then it all stopped mattering, everything stopped existing because Tommy had thrust his cock into you, and all you could do was hide your face in the sheets as strangled mewls spilled from your lips.

"fuck- 's tight" Tommy groaned as he bottomed out, his dick easily sliding into you because of all the slickness, but stretching you out nonetheless

"told ya" Joel chirped in, making his brother grin before he referred to you again

"this enough for you, this what you wanted baby?"

"y-yes"

"yeah? 's good- now be a good slut and take everything I give you"

And that was all the warning he gave you, before he retracted his hips, and started fucking you like a man possessed.

The sound of his balls slapping against your skin, the squelch of your juices mixing with his, and your muffled cries together with his sick groans were the perfect picture of the most violent attempt at sex you'd ever seen.

He was splitting you open, and from this position, everything felt amplified ten times over, you could feel his cock even in your throat.

"oh my g-god" you were crying, actual tears and drool staining the sheets.

"I know baby, I know issa lot" he growled, one hand on your head and one on your hips "But this 's what you wanted- this is what a slut like you needs"

And then he was forcing your head even more down on the bed, somehow picking up the pace, and making you forget all about your name and what you were even thinking about.

"that's right, like that- take it" he grunted "Take it all in this tight fukin' pussy"

The slap on your ass came out of nowhere, and for some reason was followed by your moan, and your back arching, as if you were begging for more.

Your mind wasn't in control anymore, it was just your body, only your needs driving you.

Which is why when he did it again, and then again, and then again, until your ass was red and aching and your tears had formed a pool on the bed, your walls squeezed around him impossibly tight, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"Good little whore" he was grinning in the meantime "scream for your uncle baby- like that baby- now stay still-"

It didn't even come to mind to ask why, your brain was too murky, and his cock was still splitting you in half- the only thing you could do was gasp when his wet thumb probed at your asshole.

"Shhh" he shushed you, still forcing your head down "just take it"

And so you did, Daddy had trained you for this kind of stuff, so it wasn't that bad, it was just very unexpected

"she's fucking obedient when she wants huh?" he was talking to Joel again, who was palming his cock through his jeans.

"she's a real good girl when she's fucked out"

"yeah she is"

He was fingering your ass with his thumb as he fucked you, and your eyes were closed as you moaned like a madwoman into the thick air.

It felt so fucking good- it felt so fuckin-

"Oh god-"

he was going faster again, and his finger was deeper now in your ass and it felt so good now that it was... it was too much-

"T-tommy" you tried to speak, but your own moans interrupted you

"sush baby- or Imma have to tell daddy to put that mouth of yours to good use"

Fuck but that image made you tighten even more, and the chuckle leaving his lips meant he definitely noticed

"found yourself a real whore brother"

You were too overwhelmed by everything you were feeling, by your stomach squeezing as Tommy's cock hit that good spot inside you, by the foreign feeling of his thumb in your ass.

"d-daddy!" you cried, begging him for help.

Only Tommy had to come in and crush your hopes immediately.

"daddy ain't gonna help you sweetie" he cooed, your eyes on the back of your head "You just gotta take what I give you, and come on my cock like a good girl"

"can you do that f'me?" he spoke, "can you come around your favorite uncle's cock?"

And there was nothing you could do- it was inevitable

"yes" you whimpered

"I can feel it baby, c'mon " he urged, his thrust even deeper now "give it to me- give it to me like a good slut"

And just like that- your vision went white as a tsunami of sick, twisted pleasure coursed through your body, leaving you out of breath and barely awake as it died down, as you finally came back to earth to realize Tommy had been speaking you for some time.

"this pussy's beggin' me to come inside brother" Tommy was groaning, and you must have been out of it for a while because Joel was now next to his brother, standing on the side of the bed

"Tell daddy how much you want my come inside ya sweetie"

both men were looking at you with pure, glistening lust in their eyes

"I-inside" you finally whimpered

"not inside darlin'" Joel shook his head,

"b-but daddy- I- I wanna be full of him"

Tommy had a really hard time not coming right there after that.

"Yeah man, c'mon" Tommy grinned, his thumb now out of you and both his hands stroking your ass "you heard your babygirl- she wants it real bad"

Joel only needed to shoot him a glance to make him shut up

"Ass, face, or tits," he told him, and although Tommy rolled his eyes, he still chose

"y'know it's face"

Before you knew it you were kneeling on the floor and Tommy was jerking off right before you.

Your mouth was open, your tongue was out, but that didn't matter much... Uncle Tommy's aim wasn't very good.

He came with a loud groan, looking down at you and the masterpiece he was painting on your face the whole time.

"You look real fuckin' pretty like this" he grinned, his voice slightly out of breath as he grabbed your chin to inspect you better.

What he didn't expect was what you did next... Daddy had taught you manners after all.

He watched you as you started collecting his come with your index finger, and then he watched you pop it into your mouth, liking his spunk from it like it was the tastiest whipped cream.

You did it until your whole face was clean, and he couldn't stop fucking smirking.

"what do we say?" You heard Joel speak from beside you

"thank you, Uncle Tommy"

He couldn't help but reciprocate your smile "Anytime baby"

Joel didn't even wait a second before he was helping you up and onto the bed again.

You sat there as Tommy replaced his brother's spot on the armchair, while Joel took off his clothes-

Yes you were spent by all that Tommy had done to you, but you'd be lying if you said your hole didn't flutter around nothing every time you saw your step-dad naked.

"lay down babygirl"

You did, and not even a second later, Joel had pushed his cock inside of you, groaning lowly as he worked himself in to the hilt.

"daddy" you gasped, his dick stretching you out as always.

"I know darlin', I know" he cooed, remaining buried inside you as he pushed you up on the bed and then crawled on top of you "such good lil' girl, takin' it so well f'me sugar"

His words melted you as always, and then when he leaned down and crashed your lips in his... you became a doll at his mercy.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, and your arm around his neck, keeping him impossibly close.

He smiled as he leaned away

"'m not going anywhere babydoll" he smirked, his soft mouth on the shell of your ear "not until you come for me" he murmured, sending a shiver down your spine "not until I've filled this pussy all the way up"

You moaned at his words, and he smiled as he started moving, slowly picking up his pace, until he too, just like his brother, was slamming into you at a brutal pace.

You were crying out, desperately grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck, while he was kissing your neck, leaving hot, wet kisses wherever he could.

It was then your gaze somehow settled on Tommy, on your step-uncle, sitting in the corner before you, and on his insatiable eyes fixated on you.

He smirked when he caught you.

"daddy feels good baby?"

"y-yes" you moaned

"not better than me right?"

"shut up Tommy" Joel grumbled

You wanted to smile but Joel was pounding you so hard that a whine left your throat instead

"'s alright, daddy can take it, can't ya Joel?" Tommy chuckled "I can tell you miss me already baby" he cooed "miss my cock, my thumb in that pretty ass..."

Joel grunted as he picked up his pace, leaving you breathless and all but able to answer Tommy.

"Do you, doll?"

It was Joel murmuring now, a smirk on his lips as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head, as he bashed in the feeling of having taken all common sense out of you once again.

"n-no daddy" you promised "y-you feel- so-"

But you couldn't finish the sentence, another moan had interrupted you.

"what?" he taunted, both brothers grinning at your state.

"perfect" you mumbled, eyes closing and belly tightening "s-so perfect"

"that's right" Joel smirked proudly "eyes on me darlin'"

It took a lot of effort, but you managed.

"You gonna come babydoll?"

"yes" you cried "yes daddy- please"

"'s alright, come for me darlin'"

You didn't need to be told twice- you continued looking at him as pleasure took over your body, as fireworks went off and your legs trembled desperately.

You came calling for him, and once you came back to earth, his lips were on yours, drowning the whimpers his cock was still spilling from your mouth.

"You want daddy's come, sugar?"

"yes" you begged, biting your lip as his pace got more and more irregular "Please daddy- need it deep inside me"

"All of it?"

"all of it daddy- want it all- please" you cried "fill me up"

And so he did, your moans becoming one as he shot rope after rope of his come inside of you.

He kissed you again when he was done, still buried inside you to avoid it spilling out right away- but you were in another universe, your eyes were closed and your limbs powerless.

Joel smiled then, finally sliding out of you and standing up.

You wanted to curl yourself up in a sleeping position but his hands stopped you, forcing your legs open for him and his brother to admire his work.

Tommy could only groan a low "fuck" as he took his place beside Joel.

"ain't she pretty?"

"fuckin' beautiful" Tommy murmured, mesmerized by the sight before him.

There you were, laid before him, his step-niece, completely fucked out.

"we wore her out too much" Joel's brother shook his head, his fingers caressing your thighs "I was ready for round two"

Joel's lips stretched into a soft smirk

"give her ten minutes"

"she'll fall asleep in ten minutes"

Joel's smile only widened as he shook his head

"don't worry- she's good at takin' cock even in her sleep"

[miaozzy]

ur a fan ?!

Synopsis ot6!, fluff, silly: Where u catch them being a fan of your music/art

warnings: secrets that's it (i think...?)

wc: 972 words

a/n: I rmb writing this for my other anime blog and it was so fun :0 so i decided to do a bnd version ! pls request, and share if you like this !

Jaehyun

♪ not gonna lie to you he would not keep it a secret that he is your fan, he's your biggest (and loudest supporter). but for the sake of this fic we will assume that he kept it a secret

♪ you found out when you walked in on him, with his earphones plugged in and everything, loudly singing (almost as well as you)

♪ "what are you doing" you sneak behind him and whisper in his ear

♪ "aah!" he jumps a little bit "you weren't suppose to see this!" his voice a little pitched and kind of fumbling to try and turn his music off, pulling the earphones out of his ears

♪ he ends up making himself more suspicious :|

♪ after he calm down, he kinds goes full fanboy mode "but your music is so good it would be unreasonable to not stream it"

♪ "what a dramatic man"

♪ "but I'm your man"

♪ being exposed, he wouldn't stop praising you, almost threatened to make a fanpage because he has nothing to hide now (he might just do it)

Sungho

♪ calm but slightly defensive no1, also not the type to hide the fact that he was a fan

♪ you catch him when using his phone in the car, changing the song

♪ just out of curiosity, you check his loop playlist, and surprise surprise it's just your latest release

♪ "yeppi! i didn't know you liked me that much !"

♪ confused, he takes a peek at the phone in your hand and immediately faces straight again

♪ "ah ...you caught me" his ears red, " you can't blame me tho ugh, it's just too good"

♪ isn't dramatic or big about his support but he's glad the cats out of the bag, so he can outwardly show his support

♪ sings your songs ALL the time now, when he's cooking, when he's cleaning and even when he's showering

♪ pspsps maybe he's planning to upload a cover of your song for onedoors to listen to

Riwoo

♪ blushy and super shy about it

♪ kept it a secret because he was initially learning the dance to your song and stays up late just so he can perfect it for the dance challenge

♪ you walked into one of the dance practice rooms and that's when you caught him

♪ "you almost do it better than me riwoo-ah" you lean against the door

♪ he tobbles backwards with a little yelp, shocked to see you since ou agreed to meet back at your shared apartment instead

♪ "how long have you been standing there?" fumbling for his phone to pause the music

♪ "long enough to see the whole dance, you're good enough to debut in my group!"

♪ he ends up showing you his practice before you pack up

♪ while packing, you hug him from the back "I didn't know you liked my music so much, you're so adorable" which has him blushing even more

Taesan

♪ nonchalant king frfr

♪ makes playlists dedicated to your songs and he thinks he's really slick about it

♪ but you catch him when you're relaxing with him at home, music playing in the background. and you reach for his phone to change the songs

♪ tries to brush it off and play it cool ( doesn't work)

♪ his shy smile kinda gives him away, but he doesn't get defensive and kind of basks in your teasing for a little bit

♪ "you could have told me you were a fanboy.., do you want a lightstick" you hold his face in your hands

♪ " no need, I'm already your biggest fan"

Leehan

♪ doesn't hide the fact that he was your fan on purpose, he just never told you

♪ has a drawer dedicated to just your merch (I just know he's an avid keychain collector)

♪ and is subconsciously your biggest supporter because he just brings you up in every conversation he has with others

♪ so you catch him talking about your music to the rest of his members, you ended your practice early and wanted to surprise him

♪ "her vocals go crazy, I miss her so much"

♪ "we know ihan, that's all you've talked about in the last hour since the mv dropped" sungho sighs

♪ "It's just so good, I can't stop-" he stops abruptly when he feels your hand slither into his palm

♪ " Are you my unofficial promoter now?" you tease him a little bit, which has so effect because he's just so proud of you and he has no shame in that

♪ "If I don't who will?" with a light blush on his cheeks

Woonhak

♪ shy, pouty baby and defensive no.2

♪ not much of a merch collector but he has a few trinkets here and there

♪ he lowkey gives the vibes of someone who would practice fan chants, but he's kinda shy about it so he practices then when you aren't home

♪ but of course, fate does not go as planned and you catch him in the act

♪ you're kind of peeking through the crack of the door and giggling just seeing him get all excited while singing your songs

♪ "ah..! you scared me" he jumps a bit when you walk in

♪ he grabs the paper with the chants and stuffs it in his pocket, with a sheepish grin (yk the one), and his cheeks red

♪ "you should have told me woonhakie!" you pinch his cheek lightly

♪ "it was a surprise mmhm" he just wanted to surprise you at your next live performance :(

♪ you make a mental note to save him a spot at the front row of your next concert

[barblaz-arts]

I don’t want to bother you, but I’m really eager to know the progress of your other Chaggie story that includes Carmilla Carmine, which you posted here. I really enjoy reading stories that feature a friendship between Carmilla and Vaggie (with a jealous Charlie, too), so I was wondering how it’s coming along. Could you please give us (many) more sneak peeks?

Also, do you ship Zestmilla? What are your thoughts on this ship?

I'm gonna be real with you dude. It aint goin well lmao

The thing with me being able to both draw and write is the amount of ideas i want to execute is doubled, but I only have one me with so little time. Between that fic, the Guardian AU fic I started, a one shot about Chaggie's first months dating that I drafted, and all the comics and arts I wanna draw, progressing with a fic takes sooo long. I hope to actually finish the fic soon, but I can't make any promises as to when that could be.

But sure! Here's another sneak peek

I like Zestmilla! I dont have a lot to say about it rn, but I do think it's super cute. I love that both Carmilla and Vaggie are very overprotective of high ranking demons more powerful than them, always blowing a fuse when said demon they love is insulted/hurt

[bccky]

Souls Intertwined By Fate

Part 2

Pairing:  Dean Winchester X Reader

Summary: As soulmates, you can feel the exact intensity of pain as your other half when they get hurt. So what happens when your soulmate literally goes to hell?

Words: 1061

Warnings: descriptions of death, mention of suicide, angst, full discretion is adviced

A/N: revamped fic of my own. It's been almost an year since I posted the first part, I'm extremely sorry for the long pause hehe // Dividers by @firefly-graphics // hope you like this one Xx

⇤ PART 1

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A shiver runs down your spine as you stand behind the Roadhouse, and you can't tell if it's because of the cold biting air or the green eyes that are trying to cloud your mind. 

There aren't many things that can scare you now, but now that you have found your soulmate, even thinking about him gives you shivers - and not the good kind.

"Thank you," You whisper to Jo as she sneaks a few bottles of the strongest rum through the backdoor. Your only objective now is to avoid Ellen and whoever that guy was. 

You don't want to know his name... It will make this all too real. 

"You owe me a big one." Jo says and you nod, wanting to cut your time here as short as possible.

Her questioning glances every few seconds are enough for you to know that she's just waiting for an opening to ask why you are suddenly stocking up on your favorite bottles of alcohol, and you're not ready to tell her why.

Realizing you forgot to bring your car to the back, you sigh, bidding farewell to Jo with a hug. 

You almost start running once she closes the door towards your car that you parked in the front, stashing your bag in the car, as you start the ignition. 

You're ready to step on the accelerator and be away from your soulmate, the person who's going to be your doom. You can't help but peek at the bar as you pass by and you're sure you see the dirty blond hair that is going to haunt your dreams from now on. 

The bottles Jo smuggled are just so that you can lay off from visiting the Road House as much as you can. 

It's no secret that whoever drops by the bar is sure to become a regular thanks to Ellen's hospitality, connections and knowledge of the supernatural, that is, unless anyone gives her a reason to clear off. 

The fear makes you drive as far as possible from the only people who you now call your family in search of hunts, but that doesn't mean you can run from what you have named as 'the Soulmates Curse'. 

You end up at a diner in a small town with a supposed haunted cabin in the nearby woods, taking a breath of relief as you see an empty seat by the window.

You put down all the resources you have on the table for the current case you're working on, using it as a distraction. 

But as you’re settling, a high pitched giggle catches your attention. There’s a family in the park near the diner which you can see clearly from your seat.

You get a weird feeling in your heart, a sense of longing for what you once had. The parents laze around on a picnic blanket, happily watching the children who are running around and playing with each other.

You wonder if you’ll ever get to live and love like that again.

“Hey,” a deep voice pulls you out of your chain of thoughts, and you look up to see a man with dark, gelled-back hair, a stubble gracing his genial smile, "You okay?" 

Not gonna lie, you feel like a high school girl starting to fall for the cute guy in class, your insides warm as your body feels flush.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” You say to yourself, although you know that it isn't true, it's the only way to convince your mind that you're doing the right thing by saving yourself from the inevitable heartbreak.  

“I’m Chris, your server for the evening. What can I get you?”

Chris’ deep brown eyes make you want to forget everything, and for some reason, it makes you feel like you’re cheating on your non-existent relationship.

 “Just a cheeseburger and fries, Chris. Thanks.”

“I’ll be right back.” He winks at you with another one of his charming smiles, and you almost melt.

Your mind is in overdrive now.

The happy family directly in your sights are confusing your one-track mind, making you want that kind of contentment in your life as well.

As Chris brings your order to your table, you can’t help but ask, “The town is quite charming, huh?”

He laughs, “Yep, just a small, peaceful town. Except for Old Neil’s Cabin, it’s a nice place to live. And if you don’t believe in ghost stories, we don’t have many problems here.”

And with that, your yearning mind starts planning out an ordinary life in this town, hoping that your soulmate will have a peaceful death and since you won’t be attached to him, you won't feel much when the inevitable happens.

If you get rid of the ghost, then you can see yourself getting old here, preferably with a handsome man like Chris, and have a little family.

Back at the Harvelle’s Roadhouse, Dean Winchester takes a sip of his beer and sighs, tapping on the wooden bar, deep in thought.

Sam is talking about something or the other with Jo, not paying mind to Dean, who honestly doesn’t care. He is too occupied with the girl from last night who has been making his heart skip a beat every few minutes as little things around him keep reminding him of you.

Dean smiles to himself as a warmth spreads in his heart, hopeful that you are having a good time, whoever, and wherever you are.

“What’s up with him?” Jo asks Sam softly, not wanting to rob him out of whatever was cheering him on.

“No one ever knows with him.” Sam shrugs, throwing an amusing smile at his brother, not that he noticed. “He has been a little hush since yesterday.”

“Jo,” Dean speaks out of the blue, bursting the bubble he had built around him.

“Yeah?” She replies, in anticipation of knowing what his next words will be, curious about what he had been contemplating all this while.

“Do you know a girl around our age in the hunting business?”

“To be quite frank, there are a lot. I can’t just tell who you’re talking about just from that.”

Dean takes the last drink out of his glass before turning towards Jo, giving her a serious look.  “She was here yesterday.”

“Oh, you mean Y/N?” 

And with that, Dean’s life takes a different turn again.

Part 3

I’d love to hear what you think of it! Please like, reblog and comment to let me know Xx

I wanna get back into writing again, can you send in any requests or something? Thanks in advance :)

Wanna read more of my works? Check out the masterlist linked at the top!

I'm not tagging anyone this time because it has been so long since I last posted this series, or anything to be honest, so please let me know if you wanna be tagged in the next parts (let me know in the reblogs)!

[simp4nott]

⤹𓍢ִ໋ THE ROOMATES

Summary: You and Ellie didn't exactly get along, yeah you hung around each other but it was only for your friends sake. One of you always found a way to annoy one another until you both were pissed at one another. So when it came to the apartments in Jackson, Maria had full control of roommates. So when you and Ellie find out who you’ve been paired with... let's say neither of you are excited.

pairing: Ellie Williams x f!reader

Word count: 414!

Warnings: (no warning for the sneak peek but here are the warnings that will be in the fic) Smut!, kissing (obviously), Strap on sex (r receiving), dirty talk, hot lesbian sex, and fingering (r receiving).

A/N: if you see this and are like 'I've seen something exactly like this' is because you properly have, because I deleted it after posting it because I didn't know how to write the rest , BUT I have been rewriting it (kinda) and finally figured out how I'm gonna finish this fic.

Maria had been assigning roommates since they had cleared the apartment building.

The one thing Maria didn't tell her or anyone, is who they'd be roommates with. She had only given the number of the apartment they'd be staying at.

So when Ellie found her apartment and unlocked it, expecting it to be a bit louder in her shared space, she was surprised to find it quiet, which could only mean her roommate wasn't here yet.

The apartment was nice, had a cozy little living room, great kitchen & nice bathroom even after going through an outbreak and years of infected and raiders.

Elie had finally made it to the area where she assumed the bedrooms were, and since she was the first one there, she went to see which room was bigger.

So it was a surprise to Ellie when she opened the first door to find you laying on your pink zebra striped bedding, white stringed headphones in your ear as you watch something on your phone.

"Great, you're the one Maria put me with." she scoffed, obviously annoyed that she'd have to share a living space with you.

"God, don't act so disappointed, you know deep down you were hoping for this." you said, taking the headphones out of your ears, and a smile on your face.

"Oh, you fucking wish." she spoke, rolling her eyes and walking to the door across from yours, leaving your door open to irritate you.

"In your dreams babe!" Ellie heard you yell from across the hall.

And the way Ellie's eyes went wide, she couldn't think fast enough to say something back.

"Cat got your tongue Williams? " You spoke resting against the door frame, arms crossed and smirk on your face.

"You're such a pain in the ass." Ellie said, her back to you as she started to unpack desk supplies onto her desk.

You found yourself wandering into her room, finding a box on the floor near the closet door.

"Damn Williams, that all you got, you goin easy on me?" you said bending down to go through the box on the ground.

“What are you doing?” she asked, turning to stand behind you to see what the fuck you where doing. 

She tries to pretend not to see your hot pink thong peeking out of your jeans calling her name and luring her into a trap.

 Once Ellie saw that you were going through her stuff, she put an end to that very fucking quickly.

Moving from behind you to the side of you to snatch the box away from you.

"Can you fuck completely off."she snapped at you; aggravated for too many damn reasons, her body and mind betraying her, and you almost finding something very important to her lifestyle . 

Ellie was ready to take a long nap and completely forget who she was living with. 

“God, you’re no fun williams.” you roll your eyes before you sway your hips out of her room.

Ellie watched you leave the doorway of her bedroom.

                   God, what the fuck is happening??

A/n: As I'm posting this right now, I'm actively switching tabs between google docs and Tumblr.

I'm thinking that this fic will be posted either this upcoming Friday or that weekend , and this time I WON'T delete this and also not post the fic .

feedback would be appreciated, I did not proofread because I'm running on cherry Coke Zero and few hours asleep + school.

[subskz]

hi ms. rin!! long time no see ☺️

i was always reading your works & all your amazing posts but i realize today it was a long time since i sent an ask >< i hope you’re doing great!

i wanted to ask if you’re still writing the childhood friends to lovers with lee know? ever since butterfly bandage i was craving to read another longfic from you cause you write so beautifully :< & with minho being my bias i think i’ll die if you make a story for him..! not to pressure you of course 💕

-🧸

hello hello omg it really has been a while!! it’s so nice to see you again my dear i hope you’ve been doing well and taking care since we last spoke ♡

you’re too kind thank u so much for your lovely words!! it’s so sweet that u even remember i was writing that lino fic i’m really glad you’re looking forward to it 😭 it’s still very much a wip so i’m not exactly sure when it’ll be out, but i work on it all the time! here’s a few lil sneak peeks just for u hehe

also please note that a lot of this is subject to change since i’m still working on it 😽 these snippets are still a bit barebones

ᓚᘏᗢ — snippet 1

You stared at the crumpled nest; abandoned, with what was left of it quickly being carried away by the wind. Straw by straw. You felt like crying.

Don’t be so sensitive. You told yourself. It's just a stupid bird.

“Wow,” a familiar voice, soft and brusque and not sounding very wowed at all, came from behind you. “That’s amazing, isn’t it?”

You lifted your head, whipping around to find its source. Not that you really needed to, anyway. You knew that voice better than your own, by now.

“Huh?”

“They were just babies, but they already flew away.” Minho crouched down next to you to examine the remains of the fallen nest. His small fingers brushed over it, so delicately that the grass barely shifted under his touch. “Like they know exactly where they’re supposed to go.”

You rested your hands on your knees, unconvinced, refusing to look at him. Your eyes were stinging. You didn’t want him to think you were dramatic. You didn’t want him to make fun of you. He’d put just as much care into looking after them, if not more. He’d stayed with them even longer than you had. How could he be so accepting of it?

“Birds are so cool,” he continued. A gentle breeze ruffled your hair, like it was summoned by his airy lilt. “They can go wherever they want.”

“Why do they have to go?” you muttered.

“Cause the world’s so big, dummy,” he said it like common knowledge, like he’d consulted the birds himself. “And they’re so small. So they gotta start seeing it early before they die.”

You puffed out a half-hearted laugh.

“You’re like a bird,” you decided.

“Mm?”

“You do what you wanna and go where you wanna.”

“I can’t be a bird,” Minho sniffed. “They fly too high. I'm more like a cat, ‘cause no matter where they go, they always know how to find their way home.”

“Like Soonie,” you said.

“Like Soonie,” he agreed. “Remember when he was gone for three days? But then he showed up again like nothing happened?”

“You cried a lot,” you giggled.

Minho huffed, looking away. “I knew he’d come back.” 

It had been one of the only times you’d ever seen him cry in your four years of friendship. He might’ve completely denied crying altogether if the subject were anything other than his beloved cat. His little brother.

“So you’ll always come back, too? Like Soonie?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “I'm gonna be here ‘til I'm at least 100, or else someone will take our spot under the maple tree.”

ᓚᘏᗢ — snippet 2

Minho’s hand reached for yours. It was shaking.

“If you're scared, I can stay with you,” he offered. You could tell he was trying to sound casual, but there was an undeniable tremor there. Not breezy, not carefree; thick and heavy with apprehension. It weighed down your conscience. “It’ll be embarrassing if you’re the only one in class left behind, right?”

You remembered how he’d reacted when you traveled up to the mountains last summer, how he’d turned away from the window when the car drove along the edge of the road, with nothing but a flimsy, rusting metal barrier standing between you and several thousand foot fall. You remembered how much trouble he’d had walking straight when you first arrived at the campsite, strangely quiet, muttering to himself about how high up it was. It was too high, the air was too thin, the world was too far away. 

Those were the issues, of course. The issue certainly wasn’t that he was terrified out of his mind. A cat stuck in a tree, longing to accept help without sacrificing his pride. Unsure whether to hiss at whoever came near, or leap into their arms. He’d grabbed your hand the exact same way, back then. 

“Okay,” you replied.

He perked up, features flashing with a hopefulness that was almost enough to break your facade. 

“Hm?”

It would’ve been so easy in that moment, to tease him. To call him out, gain the upper hand on him for once in six years. But looking at those eyes—round and bright and gleaming under his glasses with an innocence that effectively wiped away every annoying thing he’d ever done from your memory, you just couldn’t bring yourself to. 

“Let’s skip the rollercoaster,” you said plainly. “I’m scared.”

You weren’t, strangely enough. You wondered if Minho knew that. Of the two of you, he was undoubtedly the risk taker. His mind was too capricious to not explore every possibility there was, to not absorb everything the world had to offer until he found himself in it. It was almost exhilarating for you, to be the adventurous one, for a change. To be the one who didn’t hold yourself back.

You wanted to be bold. You wanted to be fearless. You wanted to impress him. 

But more than any of that, you wanted to stay with him. You didn’t want him to sit alone on the amusement park bench, watching his classmates have fun without him as he fumbled with the wrapping of a snack he couldn’t eat, because the anxiety had made his stomach hurt. 

“Seriously,” his grin was weak, but as he laced your fingers together properly, you could feel the quiver in his hand begin to calm. “What would you do without me?”

You simply grunted, allowing him to tug you along to the bench. You didn’t want to think about it. It was playful, not really seeking a response, but that didn’t stop his question from lingering in the back of your mind. Like a part of you knew that, sooner or later, you’d have no choice but to find the answer.

[mr-stottlemonk]

yesterday i saw the frisco fly episode for the very first time and- and- leland staying with monk the whole night, protecting him (or at least trying to, doing what he can, what he knows, watching adrian sleep with such tenderness, monk being his priority). i dont know... although the bathroom part was pretty funny and silly, i still love just how firm leland is, especially when adrian is this vulnerable, studying his every move because—what if he finds a way to hurt himself? has he, before? stottlemeyer is like an anchor of sorts for monk. just what he needs ;w; i mean!!! imagine monk laying his head on leland's lap, tired, during one of those nights and leland stroking his hair gently—quietly, as if the softest noise would bring him back to whatever hell is he going through. god- i'm sorry for this very long rambling (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) english is not my first language so please sorry for any mistake💗💗

ahhhh 🥺🥺 yeah!! it gave us a little sneak peek into what Leland might have been like/acted like during the three and a half years that Adrian did not leave his house.

he gets the call from Dr. Kroger and is there immediately -> he's straightening everything out too. i did wonder if Adrian's apartment had been in such a state before because he didn't look shocked. he looked more concerned and knowing - like these things had happened before.

i love how when they were watching Adrian sleep he smiles and comments that he looks at peace. that's all Leland wants for him.

i definitely think that during those three years - Adrian didn't take care of himself at all. mostly likely didn't eat, slept too much or didn't sleep AT ALL. self-care during the first year was most likely not a priority for him at all.

Leland was his anchor back then. And still is. there are lot of moments where Leland centers Adrian

see: (Mr. Monk Is on The Air, Mr. Monk is on the Run, Mr. Monk goes to The Bank, Mr. Monk and The Garbage Strike)

& reassures him

see: (Mr. Monk and The Other Detective, Mr. Monk and The Missing Granny, Mr. Monk and The Rapper, Mr. Monk goes to the Bank etc)

(╥_╥)(╥_╥)(╥_╥) oh anon, that makes me cry and smile cause i love that. Leland being there. Being right there and doing all he can or the most little thing possible. Holding Adrian's hand. Sitting beside him.

STROKING HIS HAIR 😭😭🥺💕. i see it all!!!

(it's definitely a time period i wish were shown more of actually! and one that i want to explore through fic. )

dw dw!! feel free to ramble haha. you didn't make any mistakes at all! your english is great 💕!! thank you for such a beautiful ask. i'm gonna be thinking about Leland stroking Adrian's hair forever now.

[nosleepuntilvacation]

In honor of Toontown Corporate Clash having a pride event (that I tried to attend but my computer noped out) and of my sudden, (probably) fleeting desire to do a pacer test, here's a relevant sneak peek of a High Roller fic I'm writing - and it's a crossover with another game I like!

(...)

Before any of the contestants could say anything else, High Roller took center stage once more.

“And now, as a tribute to our musically-talented contestants, please give it up for our special musical guests! Starting with one of the top Sellbots in the company for the last couple fiscal years…” He tilted his hat down slightly for dramatic effect. “Put your hands together for the Twenty-Meter Titan, the Dervish of Dreamland, the Whirlwind with the Winning Smile, the Baron of the Beep–”

Just then, the cog with the sunglasses and cool hairstyle rushed the stage and snatched the microphone.

“Thank you! Thank you! It’s great to be here tonight! I know I’m the most beautiful suit around, so you don’t have to tell me - but if you want to tell me, I’ve got no complaints!”

For a second, everyone else, High Roller included, stared in perplexed silence. Finally, High Roller took back the microphone, speaking a little more quickly than before.

“Graham Ness Payser, the Pacesetter!”

As the audience applauded, High Roller leaned in close to Graham. “Babe, you were supposed to wait until after I was done introducing you…”

“Pfff! You’re asking me to wait? Next I suppose you’re gonna ask Cathal to run a mile!” Graham flipped his hair. “Besides, you were taking too long.”

[iheartgod175]

Fanfic Sneak Peek Theater ACT 2: For the Lovers

Super, SUPER sorry it took me forever to get back to the Fanfic Sneak Peek Theaters. Life happened, lol XD But I’m back ^^

Part two of my Fanfic Sneak Peek Theater is, as it’s titled, for the shippers. Including myself XD All of me OG OTPs get a fic to themselves, and I’m super excited to write them ^^

First up is a fic that’s had an insane grip on my brain: Love Language, which is the sequel to my first Multo/Zeeter fic, Heavenly. This story is a collection of vignettes (some long, some short) of how their relationship progresses, and there’s sweetness, bitterness…and even some spiciness. 😏 This story was going to be a three part fic, but things happened, and well…now y’all are going to get five parts. The good thing is, part one is almost done (I’d like to say I have about 70% of it finished). I just need someone to smack me in the head before I keep adding more stuff. XD

Here’s a sneak peek of the cuteness ^^ (taken from chapter 1’s vignette: Awed):

"Wow, you two look gorgeous!" Wizzy was the first to offer her praises, her eyes gleaming with stars.


"Yeah! You look like movie stars!" Wigg said.


Bonnie giggled. "Thanks, you two." She walked up to Bula, noting how his face was slightly red. "And I hope I'll be able to wow them on the red carpet tonight...with my equally handsome plus one."


Bula swallowed hard. "R-Right." He cleared his throat. "Well, we won't be the only good-looking ones tonight, right Multo?" His smile faded slightly when he saw Multo's face. "Um, Multo?"


If Multo heard him, he gave no indication. He stared at Zeeter, mouth open and eyes wide to where she could see the whites, a small blush on his face. Two words escaped his mouth, said in a hushed tone filled with utter surprise and wonder. "My stars..."


Zeeter's heart raced as he slowly approached her. It was the first time in a long time that she'd ever worn proper formal wear...and this was the first time he'd ever seen her wearing it, which she was acutely aware of. And rather than renting this, she'd outright bought it.


Why, she had no idea.


She met his eyes, her own face flushing under his stare.


She had expected him to compliment her in his unique fashion.


What she did not expect was for him to take her left hand in his right, lift it to his lips, and plant a gentle kiss on her knuckles.


Zeeter squeaked.


Everyone else gasped, with Wizzy and Bonnie taking a keen interest in this, practically pushing Bula aside.


Heat equal to the sun flooded her face as he gently looked up at her. She hadn't been prepared for the lightning bolt that hit her when he did that. Nor was she prepared for the look of utter wonder and adoration that graced his face.


"My dear," he breathed, "you look absolutely radiant tonight."


It wasn't enough that he'd kissed her knuckles and made her brain short-circuit. He just had to call her that, too.


She was sure she resembled a cooked lobster by now.

Next up on the list is a small Whyatt/Red ficlet that I’ve been working on. I’ve titled it “Sweet Victory”. And I totally wasn’t thinking of that song, lol XD

Also, flustered Whyatt is always a treat XD

"Whyatt, that's enough chocolate for four people!" She started.


"I know, but I'm gonna share it!" he said. "Please, Mom? I've gotta have it!"


"You do, huh?" Ever the cautious skeptic, Mrs. Beanstalk gave her son a pointed look. "And just what are you buying this chocolate for?"


At that question, Whyatt looked away shyly. "Um...it's for someone special."


That gave Pig pause. Poppa Pig looked at him with one eyebrow raised, an odd look in his eye.


Compared to her earlier demeanor, Mrs. Beanstalk looked absolutely surprised.


"Someone special?" A glint of joy appeared in his mom's eye, and her lips quirked into a smile. "Is it a girl?"


Whyatt looked up so fast, Pig thought his head would fly loose from his neck. "Wha-NO! No way!" he said, shaking his head emphatically, but then paused. "Well, it is for a girl, but she's just a friend, Mom!"


"Mmhmm."


"No, really! It's nothing like that," he said quickly. "I-I just wanted to get her something really nice for her birthday, and I figured she'd like it..."


"It seems you've got a bit of a crush, Why."


"Wha-no I don't!" Whyatt argued, although his face was certainly arguing otherwise. It was turning as red as the candy he was holding.

My last one is a cute little piece that I’ve been working on since earlier this week, for Walden/Widget. @mooshieblue got me back into the pair ^^ The title of this fic is so light-novel esque it deserves an anime adaptation: The Science of Love (Side Note: It Doesn’t Make Much Sense)

"So, ya got anybody in mind?"


"Hmm..." He scratched his chin in thought. The idea of romance was, and still is, a bit of a mystery to him. In fact, while he could deduct it for others, imagining himself having a crush or some other romantic feelings for someone was unthinkable. He wasn't even sure if he could answer her question.


In fact, he was just about to tell her that...when his mind came up with an answer.


You.


His eyes widened.


I like you a lot more than a friend.


His chest suddenly felt tight at the revelation. Where in world had come from?


I've thought about you so much it's driving me crazy.


"My, my, my..." was all he could say as the revelation came clear to him.


"Helloooo? Earth ta Walden, do ya copy?" The smell of machine oil flitted through his nostrils, courtesy of her waving her hand in front of his face. He blinked, snapping out of his reverie. He looked up to see her green eyes narrowed quizzically at him. "Ya spaced out on me for a second there."


"O-Oh. Sorry about that, Widget. I-I, uh...I guess I put a little too much thought into that question."


"As always." She leaned back against the wall with a small smirk. "But ya think you got an answer?"


His mind betrayed him, and the realization made his face heat up to an absurd degree. Like, "center of the sun" degree.


"...I-I'd rather not say..."

—

If I have any more fluffy romantic stuff, I’ll post them accordingly ^^

But I want to know your thoughts! Which fics are you interested in seeing?

And if anyone leaves any hate, I’ll just use the flames to whip up some more stories for ‘em ^^

[paracosmic-murdock]

i kinda just noticed that I never say anything here but i've been super inspired lately with a benedict OS fic (longings locked) i just labeled as COMING SOON and it will come sooner than the anthony fic i put in my masterlist like...

last year 😭

i've actually written a few chapters of the anthony one and i might start posting them as soon as i'm sure my inspiration won't end halfway through it (been there, done that) (i will post it soon bc i couldn't have written all that IN VAIN)

this is me:

anyways, as a compensation, i'm gonna share a bit of it. it's titled "tarnished, but so grand", and this is the summary:

you, your mother, and younger sisters were left to your own devices after your father's death with no one to take care or provide for you. thankfully, high society's ties were always useful, and you got an interview with none other than viscount anthony bridgerton for the job of his sister's governess. and yes, he could have expected about anything except to fall for you in such invasive, magnificently cursed manner when he was supposed to be looking for his very own wife.

if this flops i'll delete in immediately🙄

anyways, here comes the sneak peek:

After two months of knowing you, Anthony could say he got used to you not giving yourself credit for anything. He believed it was something that had to do with the sense of responsibility of being the eldest child who was imposed the task of providing for your family in a world that deprived your gender of opportunities to do just that. He saw himself in you often enough, and that might be the reason why he was so driven to you.

You nodded. “I saw him struggling and reached out to help. Did I take a liberty beyond my place?”

“Not at all. I could never question your place in this household, Miss Luddington,” Anthony was quick to erase the idea from your mind. “What I mean to say is thank you. This goes beyond your job as Hyacinth's governess, and it is not that I have any issue whatsoever. I only wish to thank you for helping Gregory as I've also taken notice of how much you have done for Eloise. This is going to be quite a difficult season for all of us, so I am incredibly grateful to you for taking the burden of my sister's stubbornness off my shoulders.”

You looked at him surprised. “You are very welcome, My Lord, but you mustn't thank me for anything.” you waved off after a sigh. “It does not need to be so difficult for all of you. I am sure that Eloise is more relaxed and her aversion for the upcoming events has been fading. You should not worry too much about her.”

Anthony cleared his throat. “I didn't mean it because of Eloise only… I have decided to start looking for a wife this season.”

That was everything but expected.

“Oh…”

Your lips formed a fine line at the thought, and you wanted to scold yourself for that painful weight growing in your gut.

“Yes… I believe it is time for me to settle down and find a wife, a viscountess. My mother has been too stressed with her responsibilities as the lady of the house, the Dowager Viscountess, and our mother. Once I marry, she will be more tranquil, freer.”

“That is right, My Lord,” you granted him. “Your mother has been tired lately. I wish you the best of luck on your quest, though I am a hopeless romantic, and dare I hope for you to find love instead of just a suitable partner.”

Anthony chuckled. “While I appreciate the sentiment, I am afraid I cannot afford that luxury.”

“You are a man, My Lord. One with power, at that. With all due respect, there are certainly not many things a person like you could consider a mere luxury, and your choice of a wife should not be one of them,” you mentioned, perhaps the alcohol giving you the guts to speak so freely. “God knows I would give anything to attend a ball, wear my fancy dresses and my jewels again, be asked to dance by handsome gentlemen, and be seen with utter admiration.”

“I take it it is your wish to marry.” he guessed, feeling his heart ache in your name.

You laughed, refilling the glass of whiskey and pouring one for him as well. “Now it is further than a dream… Papa promised me when I was a little girl that I would marry the man I loved. He said I was his daughter and that no man would ever deserve me, but I deserved whichever man I laid my eyes upon. Now I fear I shall die an old maid.”

“You can never be so sure.”

“Unfortunately, no man I marry would allow me to work, much less will he be able to provide for my entire family. I would have to marry a rich man for that, and I am afraid my status as a high society lady has been revoked. I could never get that,” you countered. “I also would not dare to abandon my dearest Hyacinth, and once she is done with her education, I will be too old to be wanted.”

“I can assure you, Miss Luddington, that it would be the most enormous waste on Earth if a lady as phenomenal as you passes before knowing what it feels like to be truly admired like she deserves.”

if you want to be added to the taglist of tarnished, but so grand, you can comment this post or dm me btw <3

if you want to be added to the longings locked's taglist, you can also let me know with a comment or dm, i'd be honored to add you

ALSO i wanted to thank you all for the support! this blog started with my matt murdock obsession and i want to write something else for him soon, but my current hyperfixation is bridgerton.

that would be all, thanks for reading! 🫶🏼

[gurugirl]

I love stepdad Harry! Always brings a smile to my face when i see youve posted (guilty pleasure yum). Thank you for the last one!

but i cannot get enough of stepmom reader. You’ve made that one into something really special. In fact I told someone about it last week and they were like ~ nope. Not into stepmom stuff or older yn. Nope ~

but then guess what? they wound up reading it and binged all three parts and admitted to me that they were wrong 😂 I’m like ‘yeah I know’

just wanted to share that with you! Your stepmom fic is so shockingly good (not shocking bc you’re not a good writer, shocking bc it’s a trope most of us were not interested in) that it’s quickly become my top 5 all time favorite.

i cannot wait for part 4! I adore them and you so much. Do you have any idea when part 4 will come out? Any sneaky???

ps.. sorry for the weird capitalization stuff going on there. My phone decided when to capitalize randomly and I’m too lazy to fix.

A Good Boy sneak peek under the cut below!

🥹 thank you so much, babe. Really glad you liked the stepdad!harry from yesterday! That was a quick little fun thing to write.

As for stepmom!reader - wow! I really love that you're liking it so much and talking about it with other people and that your friend changed their mind 😂 Seems to be the theme for that fic. So many of y'all didn't think you'd like it based on the trope alone but I'm surprised that you guys did enjoy it anyway! Makes me smile.

So, I'm almost done with part 4. I think I can have it out by Thursday? Maybe? I'm super busy today (well, busy for me LOL) and gonna try to write but I've also got something I'm working on that someone paid me to write so I'm prioritizing that. Thursday at the earliest I'll post part 4 but I'll let y'all know.

And the random capitalization? My phone does the same. 😂 The words can't, can, and don't often get capitalized in the middle of sentences and it's a crapshoot on when the beginning of a sentence will be capitalized or not. I need to turn it off so it just leaves everything lowercase. So no judgement from me!

Sneak peek below !! (just remember this is literally copied from the word doc I'm writing in and hasn't been proofread or edited so some changed may be made before I post part 4)

Y/n was wearing her newly altered peach silk dress. The alterations were simple. The straps and hem were adjusted and the back column was dropped down a bit to drape to her low back. Her strappy nude heels were well-worn but comfortable because she was just simply not in the mood to wear the stiff, new heels she’d just bought.

The estate of Rebecca Manera was impressive. Probably equally as impressive as Leonardo Styles’. Most of the guests had already arrived by the time the Styles’ walked through the front door a little late.

Leo scolded Y/n for taking so long to get ready and making them run behind but in all honesty, she didn’t give a fuck. They could be half an hour late. No one would care. Why rush to go to a party? It’s not like they needed to clock in and earn a paycheck.

“It’s rude, Y/n. That’s why it matters. You’re so goddamn rude sometimes. You only think about yourself.”

She turned sharply to look at her husband in shock. That was the first time he’d ever said such a thing to her. Normally he had no opinion on how she conducted herself. She was chronically late. Yes, she could admit that was a flaw in her character but she was on time when it really counted. But to get so worked up over a party? And to insult her on top of it?

That had set the whole mood for the night. And now she was even more suspicious about this Rebecca.

But when Rebecca did make her appearance and introduced herself to Y/n she was taken aback. The woman had to be in her 50s. She was pretty, sure, but not quite Leo’s type. If Y/n were any sort of indicator of a type.

Servers walked around with trays and served the couples in attendance. There were only ten couples there as well as Rebecca’s two daughters, Y/n learned. Quite the intimate affair really.

Leo brought a glass of wine to Y/n as she chatted with Mrs. Topman (she never learned her first name, as the woman literally introduced herself as Mrs. Topman).

“Here you are darling.” His green eyes shined down at her before searching the room casually. She was on to Leo. But she found it odd that the woman he was with in the Hamptons was Rebecca. She was intrigued.

She watched Rebecca mingle and sip wine and laugh and there was nothing there that made Y/n think Leo would be interested in her sexually. But maybe that was it, Y/n thought to herself as she cocked her head to the side watching the woman speak boisterously. Maybe it wasn’t sexual. Maybe it was a woman he felt a deeper connection with than he did with Y/n. Perhaps it hadn’t started sexual but led there.

The snack table was set up with decadent treats. Y/n picked up a toast smeared with something pink, topped with heart-shaped tomatoes on top as she scanned the room for Leo, wondering where he’d gone off to. It hadn’t been that long but knowing about Rebecca being with him made things feel like she was in some kind of true crime detective story and was trying to get to the bottom of a mystery. Though there was no crime being committed, she could entertain herself with that thought.

“Are you enjoying your time tonight?”

Y/n turned her sight to Rebecca who was next to her picking up the same toast with pink schmear.

“It’s amazing. Your home is so lovely, Mrs. Manera,” she smiled and noted the woman’s massive diamond ring in addition to her massive diamond wedding ring.

“Why thank you. Phineas has put in so much work to make this large shell into a lovely cozy home.”

Y/n nearly spat her bite out. The home was anything but cozy.

“It’s incredible. Where is Mr. Manera tonight?”

“Oh, just over there,” she pointed to a man in tweed with thick black-framed glasses, “You haven’t met yet?”

Rebecca led the way as Y/n walked in her wake to meet Mr. Manera. She had still not spotted her own husband.

“Phineas, dear, this is Mrs. Styles. Leonardo’s wife.”

The man held his hand out, “Very nice to meet you, Mrs. Styles.”

“Likewise. You can call me Y/n.”

 “Well, Y/n. We’re happy to have you here. Where’s Leo anyway? Haven’t seen him.”

Turning around quickly to look over her shoulder she shrugged and faced the man and his wife again, “Not sure actually. I haven’t seen him in a bit myself,” she laughed. And before she could even think about what she was implying she spoke to Rebecca, “But I’m sure you’ve seen enough of him since you saw him in the Hampton’s this weekend.”

Rebecca and Phineas’ smiles dropped as they looked at one another and then back to Y/n, “I haven’t been to the Hamptons in over a decade. Are you sure you’re not mistaking me for Parker? Our daughter? She was just there all weekend with her girlfriends.”

A Good Boy Masterlist

A Good Boy tags: @becauseheartsgetbroken-hs @shishcabobsworld @daphnesutton @spinnerswife69 @holy-macncheese-balls @cookielovesbook-akie @lilfreakjez @itsgigikay @amateurduck

[negative-speedforce]

You get a few things!!!

First off, I ADORE your writing - I know I've said it time and time again, but your characters and stories live rent-free in my head, I think about them all the time, and your writing is INCREDIBLE. I mean, genuinely better than a good chunk of published novels I've read, and I'm a very avid reader. I can't wait to see your books published and pick up a copy for my own bookshelf!!

And on top of that talent, you're just such a wonderful person and a great friend. I'm grateful to know you. This weekend's been rough for me, you know that, and I really can't describe how much it's helped to have you check in and send me shitloads of cute animal videos to help cheer me up <3 I really, really appreciate you, and I consider you one of my best friends even if we've never met in person

Second thing is a very, very brief sneak-peek at something I have planned for you....

Nothing screamed “Yuletide cheer” like getting her face bashed in. “Haven’t you ever heard of the Christmas truce?”

I'll leave you to figure out who that's about or where it might go ;)

And the third thing is that I've finally gotten back into that Vivienne fic I've been working on, so you get a sneak peek for that too!

Mr. Wojchek looked out at the sea beneath him. The water was dark and calm, as if the storm had never happened. Such was the way of the sea.  “Siren.” he said, careful not to wake the crew sleeping below him. There was no response but the lapping of waves against the hull of the ship, so he tried again, perhaps a little louder: “Siren.” He was met again with silence, and found himself almost hoping for that silence to continue. It would be easier this way. It would be easier to believe his superstition was still unfounded, and he would reach port with nothing more than a story to tell another impressionable boy on the docks. More minutes passed, accompanied by nothing more than the lapping of tides against the hull and the subtle creaking of the masts as the wind picked up, and finally Mr. Wojchek determined it time to concede. The siren was gone, if it had ever really been there to begin with.  A soft splash left the water, hardly any more than the rest, and then he heard a gentle thump from the deck behind him. He turned just in time to watch the illusion of humanity ripple across the siren’s figure, its tail folding inwards and its ice-blue skin warming to a soft pink blush.

Okay, first of all, sorry this got lost in my inbox for so long, I was really freaking sick for a while and so much as looking at a screen gave me a headache.

So anyway- thank you so much, dude! I really appreciate your kind words, you're so sweet <3 and I'm so excited to share what I have planned next! I had a kick of writer's block after finishing In Too Deep, but I think I've finally gotten over it.

I have no idea who's getting beat up (actually I have some idea) but I'm excited to see what you have planned! You're such a good writer, and I love seeing you take custody of my little cast of traumatized gremlins!

And the Vivienne fic- I need to go read that, don't I? I'm gonna go do that right now. Ta-ta!

[savage-rhi]

Anything more on Duality? 🙏 Oh, and Everything Zen sounds amazing, I would love to read that

@seradyn OH YEAH I GOT MORE SHIT FOR DUALITY 👀 and I have answered for Everything Zen in this ask! Sadly, I don't have much else to add on that story at this time.

Here's some quick notes on Duality, and a snippet:

Takes place in Spain around 2006/2007 (debating on changing this) about 2-3 years after the Plagas incident.

The main protag is Sawyer Kiddo, a hacktivist who works for VITA (Virtual Investigation Through Activism). Her along with hundreds of other members anonymously use the internet to infiltrate the black market to gather information on bioterrorists, and then send the information to proper authorities.

Some members, such as Kiddo, take it a step further and will pose as prospective buyers and meet with B.O.W dealers in real life in order to lure them into getting captured by law enforcement--provided if the authorities' are willing to risk doing things under the table. She is currently known as Onyx in the black market.

VITA was originally a sister group of TerraSave, but after the Downing Incident and having conflicted views on how to handle bioterrorism, both organizations decided to cut ties from one another especially once VITAs vigilantism began to grow and cause legal trouble because of the grey areas with technology and laws.

Sawyer grew up in the suburbs of Raccoon City along with her cousin Carmen and their families. She wasn't there during the T-Virus outbreak, but holds a grudge against Umbrella and everyone associated with the company.

In the present, Sawyer is being sent to Spain to meet up a B.O.W. seller, and aid in his capture.

Luis Serra is alive....sort of, and he gets caught up in the mess that Sawyer is in while also dealing with his own problems.

I'm currently at 62 pages right now. I don't plan on posting the fic on AO3 until I'm either finished with it fully, or I'm far enough ahead to where I can drop chapters weekly.

I'm not gonna give away too much else cause it's still a WIP and I may change things around later, but hope ya enjoy the sneak peek from chapter 5!

Sawyer groaned as she slowly regained consciousness, her head pounding with a fierce intensity. The world was a blur as she opened her eyes, blinking against the dim light. Her thoughts were sluggish as she struggled to make sense of her surroundings.

The last thing she remembered was the sharp pain at the front of her skull, the ground rushing up to meet her, and then everything went black. As her vision cleared, she found herself in a small, cramped room. She grimaced at the musty air, thick with the smell of rotted wood and metal. Pushing herself up into a sitting position, Sawyer winced at the sharp twinge of pain that shot through her head.

The room was filled with shelves and crates, stacked haphazardly against the walls. She realized it was a storage room, but not just any storage room—it had been converted into a makeshift prison. Through the bars of her confined space, she noticed a heavy metal slab door that served as the only exit and entry point, and how it was shut tight. There were no windows to let in any natural light. The only glow came from a single, flickering bulb hanging from the center of the ceiling.

“Oye, estás despierto!”

Sawyer gasped and immediately turned towards the voice.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you!”

“Who are you?”

“Hang on, one moment! Let me come to you.”

Through another set of bars adjacent to her, she saw someone hidden in the dark. For a moment, she could’ve sworn the person’s eyes glowed, but as he emerged, she realized it was a trick of the light. The man looked like he had seen better days—his long, disheveled hair and untrimmed beard were a testament to that, along with his grimy clothes and scuffed-up jacket.

He sat down in front of the bars that separated his cell from hers, gripping two bars on either side of his face. When their eyes met, he shook his head in disbelief and smiled.

“I was beginning to think you were dead.”

“Funny, I was thinking the same thing about myself,” Sawyer murmured, trying to lighten up the tension as she dryly swallowed. “Do you know how long I was out?”

“A few hours, maybe?”

Before she could ask more, Sawyer's hand reached for her head as another wave of pain coursed through her. She felt dry crusted blood on her forehead and heard the man wince on her behalf.

“You don’t look so good,” He reached a hand through the space between the bars and beckoned her to come close. “Aqui, lemme see.”

“I don’t normally crawl over to men I just met,” Sawyer remarked sarcastically.

He seemed to not understand at first then chuckled. “I can understand the apprehension, being a lady and all, but I mean you no harm.”

“What’s in it for you?”

He sighed, shaking his head with a grin. “You’re quite interrogative, eh?”

“Well,” Sawyer shrugged as she let out a breath. “I got jumped by a bio-organic weapons dealer and a cop. Needless to say, I’m on edge.”

“Point taken,” he nodded. A glimmer of curiosity grew in his eyes at her words, but he changed tactics. “Does the señora have a name?”

She debated with herself, wondering if it was a good idea to tell him that. For all she knew, this could’ve been a game. Nonetheless, she realized she couldn’t risk alienating the only potential ally she had in this grim situation. Taking a deep breath, she decided to trust him—at least for now.

"It’s Sawyer," she said firmly despite the lingering pain.

“Perchance is your first time Tom?” He laughed but quickly stopped at her glare, half expecting she was going to lunge at him for the joke. His hands shot up in surrender. “I’m kidding! I take it you’ve heard that one before, huh?”

“More times than you can count,” Sawyer remarked with a huff.

He rubbed the back of his head, looking guilty. Once he was over being self-conscious, his eyes carefully looked her over, noting her appearance. “For the record, I’ve always liked tomboys. I never had the pleasure of being in the company of one until now.”

“Well, we’re not much fun, just an FYI.”

“I wouldn’t be so hard on yourself,” He chuckled. “I’m having fun talking to you right now, eh?”

“Are you always this perky when you’re imprisoned?” Sawyer raised a brow.

“Eh,” He shrugged. “Depends on the context. In this case, since I’m not alone anymore, I’m ecstatic.”

Sawyer couldn’t decide if she wanted to smile or hit him. He certainly had an air of charisma, but she remained skeptical about his kindness and flirtiness.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

His theatrics simmered down when she asked the question, and Sawyer noted he looked just as conflicted as her about giving an honest answer.

“I’m Luis,” He finally said, hesitating before adding. “Luis Navarro. I never caught your last name?”

“Kiddo.”

“Kiddo?” He repeated as he laughed, taken aback.

“Oh fuck off,” Sawyer murmured as she rolled her eyes.

“Well Kiddo,” Luis smirked as he cleared his throat. “Neither of us will be doing that anytime soon I’m afraid. Can't say it's under the best circumstances, but it’s nice to meet you formally.”

“Likewise,” She decided not to indulge him further in the suggestive comment and took a cautious step closer to the bars that separated them. “How long have you been down here anyway?”

“Since last night, I think,” Luis commented somberly. “It’s hard to tell without having any sunlight.”

Sawyer studied Luis’s face, searching for any signs of deceit, but all she saw was exhaustion and a hint of desperation.

"What happened to you?" she asked, genuinely curious.

He sighed, leaning forward against the bars. "Wrong place, wrong time. I’m sure our mutual friends have me mixed up with somebody else. Whatever the case, they decided I was more useful to them alive and locked up than dead.”

Sawyer nodded, feeling a pang of sympathy. "Join the club," she muttered.

"Tell me about it," Luis replied, rubbing his eyes. "Seems like we're both caught in something bigger than we can handle."

"Yeah," Sawyer said softly, her mind raced. "Do you know who’s behind this?”

Luis shook his he

head. "I've heard bits and pieces. They run some kind of operation out of here. I don't know who’s pulling the strings. Just some voices, sometimes. Orders being given. I know we’re in a warehouse or facility of some sort. You mentioned being jumped by a cop and a bioweapons dealer. Do you think they’re the ones keeping us?”

“It’s a high probability,” Sawyer admitted.

“So how did a señora like yourself get caught up in that mess?” Luis furrowed his brows, studying her cautiously. “You don’t seem like a bioterrorist.”

“It’s because I’m not,” Sawyer corrected, murmuring an apology for sounding aggresive before continuing. “I work for a group called VITA. I’m a hacktivist.”

“A hacktivist?” His voice was intrigued. “What’s that?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Us Spaniards love those.” Luis teased with a grin. His voice trying to coax her into sharing further.

“You’re nosy, you know that?”

“Can’t fault the mind for being curious!” Luis chuckled. “I’m almost certain you believe there are more layers to my tale, no?”

Sawyer raised a brow. “Are you saying you lied to me about not having a clue why you’re down here?”

“I--I never said that!” Luis made a face, nearly stumbling on his words. “Look, we’ve got to find a way out of here. The both of us. We can help each other out.” He gestured to a nearby wall. “I’ve been carving out a hole through this weak spot. Once I’m free, I can find a way to get you out.”

Sawyer studied Luis carefully, seeing earnestness in his eyes despite his rough exterior. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of their predicament.

“Alright,” she said slowly and nodded. "Let's see what you've been working on."

Luis stood up as did Sawyer, and he revealed a section of the wall that looked slightly different from the rest—less solid, more crumbly. He'd been diligent, chipping away at it piece by piece. She couldn’t get closer cause of the separation between them, but she did feel a faint draft of air coming through.

"Damn good work!" she admitted, glancing up at him. "How long have you been at this?"

"Feels like forever," Luis replied with a grim smile. "But I don’t think I have much further to go.”

“Okay,” Sawyer nodded, her nerves on edge. "We need a plan for once we're out. Do you know anything about the layout of this place?"

Luis paused, thinking as he licked his lips. "From what I’ve seen, we’re in a large warehouse facility with a subterranean base. A few guards were patrolling the main floor when I got dragged here, but the lower levels seemed less secure.”

"Alright," Sawyer said, her resolve hardening. "If we live through this, I need to get to Toledo.”

“What’s in Toledo?” Luis asked, moving closer to the bars to see her.

“It’s where the rest of my friends should be, unless they got captured. They’re part of VITA too, and they were helping me to try and bag that bioweapons dealer.”

“So…you’re like a cop, er, bounty hunter?” Luis curiously inquired.

“Yuck, don’t put me in the same category.” Sawyer teased. “It’s kind of like bounty hunter work, but I don’t get monetary gain from it.”

“You put your life on the line for free?”

“More or less.” Sawyer nodded.

“So,” Luis furrowed his brows. “What do you get out of taking such a huge risk?”

Sawyer felt stumped at his question. The image of Carmen in the hospital bed, screaming as she was being sedated flashed behind her eyes. The few seconds of being trapped in the past were visceral. She blinked a few times, feeling the wound on her head throb once more, and reached up to grab a fistful of her hair in a vain attempt to get it to stop.

Luis noticed her discomfort and reached through the bars again, his face softening with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked gently.

Sawyer nodded, though the pain was making it hard to focus. "Yeah, just… some bad memories."

Luis pulled his hand back and nodded sympathetically. "We all have those."

Sawyer took a deep breath, trying to ignore how her head felt like it was splitting. "I do this work because I believe in it," she said finally, her voice steadier. "I want to stop people like that bioweapons dealer from hurting anyone else."

Luis smiled, genuine warmth in his eyes. "That’s something I can respect."

Sawyer managed a brief smile before she grimaced at her wound. “I can tell you more if we get out of here alive.”

“And I can help you get to Toledo!” Luis said proudly. “Lucky for you, I’m a purebred Spaniard! I know my way around!”

“Purebred, what are you, a dog?” Sawyer snorted.

Luis blushed, realizing he might’ve used the wrong terminology but he blew it off. “Unfortunately, I’ve been called such things and worse.”

“Probably from all the exes whose hearts you broke.”

“Haha, you’re funny…” Luis said sarcastically, grinning as he pointed at her.

“No, really,” Sawyer let out a breath. “What do you get out of this for helping me?”

“Pardon?”

“I’ve been at this for a while; there’s always a catch.”

Luis paused, his expression turning firm as he realized she wanted full transparency. “Alright, there is something I would like in return, but it’s not what you might think.”

Sawyer raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

“First things first, though,” Luis said, his tone softening. “It would put my mind at ease if I could take a look at your wound. It looks pretty bad, and if we’re going to make it out of here, you need to be in good shape.”

Sawyer hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Alright, but no funny business.”

“Cross my heart,” Luis chuckled, putting his hands up in surrender before performing the sign of the cross. “I promise. Now, come closer to the bars so I can see it better, por favor.”

Sawyer let out a breath and cautiously moved close until only the bars separated them. His touch was surprisingly gentle as Luis brushed some of her hair out of the way. For a moment, the pain seemed to dull. She got a better look at him, noting his blue eyes and the extra color around the pupils that stood out. There was something peculiar about them, but she ignored it as feelings of apprehension and trust came and went.

“It’s a nasty cut. You might need a stitch or two,” Luis said, frowning. “But it doesn’t look infected. We’ll need to clean it properly once we’re out of here.”

“Thanks,” Sawyer said softly. “I appreciate it.”

“No problem,” Luis replied, meeting her eyes as his fingers left her skin. “Now, about that favor—I’ll tell you what it is once we’re safely out of here. For now, let’s focus on escaping this place, huh?”

The room suddenly filled with the loud, echoing sound of a heavy door creaking open. Both Sawyer and Luis froze, their eyes darting towards the source of the noise. The large door at the end of the room swung open, and two burly men stepped inside, their expressions hard and unforgiving.

“Time to go,” one of them growled, his eyes fixed on Sawyer.

Sawyer’s heart raced as they approached. Her instincts screamed at her to resist, but she knew she was in no shape for a confrontation. Despite that, she wasn’t about to go down without a struggle. As the men entered her cell, she backed away from Luis, trying not to get cornered as the bigger of the two lunged forward.

“Oh, I don’t think so, pal!” she shouted, lashing out with her foot. Her kick landed squarely on his shin, causing him to grunt in pain as he stumbled back.

“Enough!” the second man barked, grabbing her arm with a vice-like grip. “No te lo pongas más difícil!”

Sawyer continued to struggle, her free hand clawing at the air in a desperate attempt to fend them off. “Get off me!” she yelled, her voice filled with defiance.

“Kiddo, listen to me!” Luis called out urgently as he pressed himself against the bars. “Remain calm. Fighting won’t help right now!”

Sawyer’s eyes locked onto Luis’s, and she saw determination in his gaze. His words gave her pause, momentarily overriding her instinct to fight.

Taking advantage of Sawyer’s hesitation, the men yanked her away, and dragged her towards the door. She struggled to look back at Luis, who was gripping the bars tightly, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Confia en mi,” he repeated several times, his voice steady. “Sé valiente y mantente a salvo, Kiddo.”

She allowed herself to be pulled towards the door, casting one last glance at Luis as she shook her head and let out a laugh. “No entiendo español!”

Luis, initially shocked, couldn’t help but chuckle before he hollered “If we make it out alive, perhaps I’ll teach you some time!”

The door slammed shut behind her, the sound echoing through the cold, unforgiving space. Sawyer took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever lay ahead. Luis seemed to hint he would continue to work on his own escape plan, and hopefully, he’d come to her aid. Then again, she knew given the circumstances, there was a high chance he would leave her behind despite their connection. Right now, she couldn’t ponder on the what-ifs regarding him. All she could do was endure and wait for the right moment to strike.

Now alone, Two Legs put away his mask as Luis and stood motionless staring at the door. His hands gripped the bars so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The golden rings around his pupils began to expand, glowing with an eerie luminescence as several emotions raged within him---anger, frustration, and a gnawing sense of helplessness combed through his psyche as he tried to reconcile with them all.

The concept of fate was something the plaga still couldn’t wrap his mind around in full, but deep down he knew it was no mere coincidence that he bumped into the person that was supposed to be his intended prey. He felt intensely territorial, and it bothered him to the point where his body felt nauseous.

"Stay calm," he muttered to himself, his voice a low growl. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath while he combed rapidly through his host's memories. “Give me something to work with, Luis…”

[snickerdoodlles]

Thank you for sending me an ask for the author ask game! Now right back at you: F. canon fics or au?, V. post the last sentence you wrote, and X. give a summary of your current project! Thank you :)

you're welcome!! excited to see u in my inbox too :D ❤❤

F. canon fics or au?

yes! 😂

my preferences for canon vs AU largely depend on how much i feel a character is tied to their setting. for example, i don't really read anything that's non-mafia for kp. for me personally, the cores of the kp characters are so heavily influenced by trauma induced by the mafia specifically that i struggle to connect to versions of them that don't have that aspect. i know it's done, they're just not stories for me. i do pretty alright with AUs that are still mafia but with other elements (like magic) thrown into them to alter the setting, and i more-or-less consider canon-divergent AUs to still fall under the 'canon universe' umbrella, but i tend to be more drawn to pre-/post-canon or canon fics for kp because of the specific setting. the magnus archives would be another example of a fandom where i'm drawn to the impact of the setting on the characters specifically. i like all the characters a lot, but i frankly would not give a fuck about any of their stories outside of the horror context grinding them into dust.

on the flip side, i tend to esp love AU for anything where the setting is just set dressing to the character drama. this tends to be the case for a lot of stories with ensemble casts for me-- for example, a lot of animes, esp sport ones. i read a lot of AU for stuff like yuri!!! on ice and haikyuu!! because its a lot of fun to think of how to transfer those friendship dynamics to other settings, or put them all through hell in a different genre specifically because canon is slice-of-life. but also several of my costume cdramas are fun to AU because a lot of their drama is tied up in specific character dynamics, almost moreso than their specific settings. a story like bad buddy does AU really well too, because their story is in their romeo and juliet dynamic, not their setting.

that was a very long and rambly answer oops 😂 basically it boils down to what questions i have for a character and how necessary i feel canon is to exploring/answering them.

V. post the last sentence you wrote.

[stares at WIPs] which one of you was i last working on again...

...also some of these look very alarming without context lol, i'm just gonna cheat and give you a sneak peek for one of them 😂:

Chay's googling the pet store's hours as though they don't have its schedule well memorized by now. "I'm pretty sure us just owning a fish counts as animal abuse by now. How bad's our karma after our latest Mr. Gold, you think?" "Oh, we're definitely getting reborn as fish in our next life," Kim says over the rattle of the glass rocks he's cleaning. Chay bumps Kim's hip with his, lips screwed up in a pucker as he tries not to look amused. "Should we make merit at a temple before we go to the store, just incase?" Kim puts his hands together and bows his head reverently. "May we earn just enough that we don't wind up in a home like ours." Chay breaks, giggling loudly, and that's all the merit Kim ever needs in this life. "We could also stop risking our next life and just come clean to P'Khun." "Oh fuck no, I'm taking my chances with karma. At least it's known to be forgiving."

X. give a summary of your current project!

[points to snippet above] it's called "The Lives of Mr. Gold" !! it's summary is: Kim and Chay raise one fish.

aka Khun decides they should all bond over being fish fathers and buys Kim and Chay a goldfish to raise. Kim and Chay swear they're doing a great job of it.

[fic author asks]

[pilindiel]

Hoping fic writing goes smoothly!! I'm going through major writer's block myself, so praying you don't deal with the same struggle 😅

If possible, could we have a sneak peek of what you're working on? 👀👀

Thank you!! And fam it's totally okay - I had severe writer's block for TWO YEARS until I starting reading some of the amazing KyoKao fics being put out right now (shout-out @rocioandthatsall @pumpkinmetaphor and jamieisntgay)

As for a sneak preview...

Seemingly done with words, Kaoru sweeps Kyoya into a series of languid kisses, humming contentedly against him.  Kaoru is pliant and warm from sleep, his arms wrapping lazily around Kyoya’s shoulders to pull him that much closer.  Kyoya’s hands slide down to their places at Kaoru’s hips, pinching him playfully. Kaoru gasps against Kyoya’s lips and he wastes no time in indulging them both by pressing his tongue inside.  It’s a slow, sweet slide of give and take, remapping the inside of each other’s mouths after such a painful separation.   Knowing Kaoru, however, sweet and slow is replaced by hot and insistent in the blink of an eye.  There’s an underlying desperation and need to be closer, to be connected, that runs through them, and Kyoya refuses to deny either of them the need.  Two weeks is far too long, and Kaoru mewls softly when Kyoya takes advantage of the nearby shelving and presses Kaoru up against it.  One of Kyoya’s knees lands between Kaoru’s legs, and Kaoru immediately begins to grind himself down. Kaoru moans, tilting his head back as his cock rubs against Kyoya’s thigh, the thin fabric of Kaoru’s shorts doing little to hide the wetness of his precum as it rubs up against him.  It is agonizing to watch.  Kyoya is so hard behind the tight line of his slacks it’s nearly painful, but he is well versed in staving off his own needs to feed his insatiable partner. Kaoru deserves only the best, after all. Kyoya’s hands glide lower, slipping beneath the fabric of Kaoru’s far too short and far too soft lounge shorts to squeeze his ass, the muscle tight and twitching against his palms.  He starts kneading until Kaoru whimpers, his head falling back as he greedily drags his clothed erection against Kyoya’s thigh.   Eager fingers delve further, seeking that precious entrance Kyoya knows so well, but Kyoya is stunned to find something blocking his path.  His index finger brushes against hard, tapered metal nestled perfectly in the cleft of Kaoru’s ass, and he lets out a slow, steadying breath.  He rolls it between his fingers experimentally and it’s like Kaoru’s body is a livewire, arching and shuddering against him.  He moans embarrassingly loud.   They both still and Kyoya swears he can hear the flush that crawls up Kaoru’s neck, tinting  his ears red before Kaoru hides his face in the crook of Kyoya’s neck. Not that such a coquettish act will stop Kyoya from knowing exactly what he is currently circling with his thumb and forefinger. A mixture between a growl and a question rumbles through Kyoya’s chest, his voice low and raspy like gravel.  “Kaoru - " Kaoru grinds back down on Kyoya’s knee, rolling his hips into Kyoya’s warm palms.  “You - ” Kaoru hisses, breathless, “You were supposed to be home hours ago.”

I'm still working on some of the scenes and I've got a lot of stress with work these next couple months, but hopefully should be posted soon. :) Gonna give a little guarded (but a lot of fun) it's time in the sun in the meantime!