#and i'll be posting it when it's complete directly to ao3 because of the themes of the fic

[pfhwrittes]

oh hey it's wip wednesday! does anyone want a snippet of offshore (and adrift at home)?

warnings/tags: references to cheating (in general for the whole fic, not just this snippet), smut (oral - male receiving, a brief mention of anal play), angst (in general for the whole fic).

pairing: john "soap" mactavish x AFAB!reader

edit: i accidentally hit post before i attached my snippet 😭

if things were different, if you cared, you’d be worried. as it is, you feel a sick kind of guilt for feeling so relieved. it’s not enough to stop you from unlocking your phone, your fingers dancing over the keyboard with muted taps as you hear the boiler splutter on, signalling that johnny has started up the shower. 

in another life you’d strip yourself bare and join him under the spray, soap up his mohawk and drop to your knees onto the tile to mouth at his half hard length. you’d relish the breathy groans and ache in your jaw as you suckled at the head of his cock, maybe even run the tips of your fingers over his puckered hole to hear him gasp as he bucked up into the wet heat of your mouth. 

but not this time. this time you sit on the sofa, shifting nervously as you text another man.

[aokuro-san]

Recommending fanfics (III): In progress or incomplete.

It's been 84 years or something like that… But today I woke up wanting to recommend fanfics, so I continue with this small collection that started with:

Complete fanfics: https://www.tumblr.com/aokuro-san/714582391192272896/recommending-fanfics-i-complete-fanfics?source=share

and continued with

One-shots: https://www.tumblr.com/aokuro-san/723176474909327360/recommending-fanfics-ii-one-shots?source=share

And before continuing,

I want to remind you that… In general I like to read fanfics x reader (or with inclusion of reader) because I enjoy imagining that I'm inside the story, however, you'll see that there are some that I didn't take that way and I still love them.

I hope you like it!

Part 3: In progress or incomplete.

shiratorizawa antics, by mooshys

(Haikyuu!!) AO3

I said it at the time and I'll say it again: SHIRATORIZAWA is my favorite Haikyuu!! team, and this was one of the stories I was most eager to recommend; not only because it was one of the most elaborate ones I read on the subject, but because it's a great slice of life that's worth reading, even if it's not finished, that deals -again- with the experiences of the fictional Shiratorizawa manager with the peculiar members of this team. In general, stories full of light humor, but that can also deal with more human/adolescent themes such as fear of the future and what we will be in it.

Anyway. A little gem that I always come back to and that can even be read as if it were an anthology related to each other (I think?).

26/28 (at first, because the author always changes the final number of chapters, haha).

Belligerence, by SecretPuddin

(Jujutsu Kaisen) AO3

Apparently, while I was "away", this fanfic increased its number of chapters and seems to be about to end. But, since it is not yet, I will take advantage of it and recommend it to you here (in fact, I just noticed that the last publication date was in 2023, but, well, that should not discourage anyone either). Because, like everything I recommend to you, in general and in my eyes, it is more than worth it!

In this case, the story is presented as a story of love, violence and family found between the reader (male, in this case), a lover of fighting with good feelings (typical shonen protagonist, but with hidden depths and a traumatic past as the plot progresses) and the unfortunate Junpei Yoshino, while the parents of both have their own romance in the middle; which, inevitably, complicates and uncomplicates things at the same time.

It is… BRUTAL. I mean, when you start reading this story, you certainly don't know how much it will impact you and how well the author will treat the themes and her characters (within the context she offers us). Especially Junpei, who always seemed like an interesting character to me and…, for those who were left with a bitter taste with his ending in the original story, this fanfic could be the answer!

However, keep in mind that it deals with topics, perhaps taboo, perhaps controversial, perhaps tricky, depending on the reader's sensitivity (which is excessively high lately xD) and there is some sexual scene involved (especially when the healthy relationship between the reader and Junpei inevitably turns into these areas), so, unlike me at the time, I would tell you to read the story tags to get an idea of ​​what you will read… or not.

21/24 (again, for now).

Vivisection, by death13

(Blue Lock) AO3

Ok, maybe I'm taking a risk here, but it won me over after just one chapter and I think it deserves to be included in this post. Also because it's rare to find fanfics that include or are, directly, horror (my favorite genre) and that, in addition, start in such a potential way as this one (that it catches your attention and is good, let's say).

The plot introduces us to the new manager of her high school's football team, where weirdos seem to abound, and the tension and bad vibes (or feelings) are present almost at all times! Even if you can't pinpoint exactly what's wrong, you know something's wrong, the protagonist's friend knows something's wrong (and her last sentence is quite revealing (although also prejudiced)… And this is just the first step of what seems to be one of the best horror fanfics that could be born around here. Well, as I said, I can't say much because only the first chapter is available… But I think it was worth including it for the reasons already mentioned.

1/15 (in principle! The truth is that it's the one I hope continues the most of all, haha).

PS: I don't know why the suggestiveness of certain Shirley Jackson stories, mixed with the typical j-horror, came to my mind… So, there you have it! If you like both things, I think you'll appreciate it even more.

Well, look, for now we'll leave it like that. I know that there are fewer fanfics than the ones I usually recommend… But, in general, most of the stories I read are usually complete, so I didn't have much material, although, it's true that I have more unfinished stories out there. However, right now it seems risky to recommend them, since, when I go over them, they don't seem as good to me anymore or I feel that, despite the good story, the protagonist is somewhat weak compared to these three here (even within their simplicity). So we'll be content with these three (the best of the best, haha, and what will be easier for you to find).

Well, I'll see you later (if I feel like it and I'm not busy with my own work, lol)! 😇

[themsource]

Fransweek '23 - Day 1

Theme: Sweet Gesture Rating: T Pairing: UT Sans/Frisk Word Count: 1,015

Woot! Another year another @fransweek! Cross-posted to Ao3 here. Les' go! XD

Frisk was tired.

Always so tired, utterly exhausted.

Between her job as an ambassador and her new living situation with Sans she was practically dead on her feet before she even rolled out of bed in the morning.

Not to be misleading, she did love living with Sans. It'd taken long negotiations and almost two years of dating to convince the skeleton to move in with her, to leave his brother to live on his own and to trust that Frisk wasn't going anywhere and that the relationship was all or nothing—the long run destined for the wedding aisle eventually. Frisk would never give up what she had now; late night cuddles, movie marathons with hilarious commentary, and the joy of simply being in his presence for as long as she wanted when she pleased.

But Sans was a slob.

What she had once thought was only a long running joke between the brothers turned out to be a very real situation.

Sans had socks, many, scattered everywhere, constantly. Frisk hadn't seen him change his socks once, but he apparently did it often enough that there were literal piles now that lined an imaginary pathway in their room from door to bed.

And the wrappers—countless burger wrappers and chip bags, empty soda bottles and cans, dotted their house across countertops and flooring no different from a garbage dump.

She didn't mind cleaning. Frisk had no issue whatsoever making the house tidy and presentable…when she could.

However, more often than not she was laden with heavy workloads of paperwork and bills to review, propositions and exchanges to approve or deny.

That on top of cleaning just…

Killed her inside.

Sometimes it'd feel as if she was alone and expected to do everything without help. Like everyone only existed to take advantage of her.

Which wasn't fair to think.

Sans worked just as much as she did, in fact he had multiple jobs, occasionally twice or three times a day! How he managed that without going insane bewildered her. She could barely manage a decent night of rest with just one.

So when she woke up that morning and saw what minor cleaning she'd done had been erased overnight, she didn't say anything.

Just stared.

Blankly.

"mornin' babe."

Frisk was so tired she didn't have the energy to acknowledge Sans' greeting.

His smile dipped with concern, the hand holding his mug lowing as he watched her from his spot on the couch. "frisk?"

She simply turned and headed into the kitchen directly to the coffee machine.

As she was mixing in her sugar and taking a sip she felt a hand on her lower back. Looked over into two worriedly creased sockets.

"is something wrong?"

It was a traitorous thought. One she couldn't contain because she was simply too worn out and depleted.

"I wish you'd try."

Sans' sockets widened.

"I know it's not fair. You're probably way more tired than I am at the end of the day, and I shouldn't expect it of you. It's just hard sometimes."

He looked completely lost but she didn't register it.

"I'm tired…Sans…" She gestured around them, at the mess. "It's hard."

'I can't do it all, I feel broken' was what she didn't say.

Sighing, she downed the last of her drink that she knew would do nothing for her because for some reason she was cursed with a caffeine immunity, and leaned over to plant a kiss on the side of his skull as she sat her cup in the sink.

"I'll be late tonight. I have a meeting with the prime minister of France about allowing citizenship for monsters. Love you."

Sans looked ready to say something but stayed mute as Frisk reached for her briefcase, shrugged on her coat, and headed right out the door.

It wasn't till she reached the embassy that Frisk realized she was still in her pajamas.

Thank god for her assistant Marcy and the spare suit she kept for her.

The day went.

Just went.

Frisk saw by the paperwork she was stapling together that she'd succeeded in the conference with the prime minister but wasn't able to recall what exactly the details were. She'd have to read the packet over later if she was able. She must've looked terrible too because Marcy knocked on her door and gave her the same concerned look that Sans had.

"Day's over." She whispered. "Would you like me to give you a ride home?"

The thought was appreciated but Frisk didn't think she'd be able to fit into the Mini Roadster the eight foot slime monster drove. Not without inconveniencing them both by having to part way sink into the monster's body for space.

She didn't want to feel like a burden.

"It's alright. I'll call an uber."

Marcy stared at her, chewing her lip, before reluctantly nodding. "Alright. Goodnight Miss Dreemurr."

…How bad did she look?

Frisk wondered if she'd only won out with the prime minister because the man had felt bad for her.

Fatigue made her eyes droop and turned her light headed. It took a strong amount of concentration to gently slide the papers into her bag and close it.

A blur.

She opened the app, glanced at the passing buildings, tipped the driver, opened her front door dreading and hoping a smell hadn't started to form—

Frisk froze in the kitchen.

Slapped awake, eyes wide, she peered at the sink as if it was about to sprout legs and walk away.

"...Sans?" She drawled.

The counters were clear, whitened, bleached clean. The tiles looked much the same, shattered splinters of ceramic from a broken plate that she'd noticed that morning, vanished.

He shouted back. "hey babe!"

Still registering.

"You did the dishes?" Frisk asked gobsmacked.

"yep!" Sans' call echoed.

Frisk stepped into the living room.

It was spotless.

"You cleaned the house!?"

"yep!"

She wobbled over to the couch and collapsed on his chest.

"I love you."

"love you too babe."

He kissed her forehead as he continued to flip through the television channels.