#soggy fic

[crowcrowcrowthing]

Here, friends. Have another snippet from the inadvertent piss kink diary Tom fic 💛

Primal Fluids by @cindle-writes and crowthing

“Something’s still not right.” Tom furrowed his brow with a frustrated look on his face. “The ritual is not working nearly as well as my calculations have predicted. I think we may need to change a few things, and I need to witness the process from start to finish, including how you draw the runes.”

Harry’s stomach dropped. “The process?”

“Yes.” Tom prowled close enough that Harry could feel the cold radiating off his body. “I want to see precisely what you are doing.”

“You mean… you want me to… right here?”

Tom came even closer and he smoothed his hand over Harry’s cheek. “Yes. Wouldn’t you enjoy that, Harry? I’d venture to guess you’ve thought about doing this with me before.”

Harry most certainly had not, but Tom seemed so pleased by the sentiment, and Harry really didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Since Harry had just relieved himself, he didn’t need to go anymore, but he’d slugged down so much tea at lunch that it wouldn’t take too long. Still, he hoped this was a joke, that Tom would shake his head, laugh, and offer some other, more brilliant solution.

Silence lingered until Harry realized Tom was dead serious. “Like, on your leg, you mean?”

“Is that what you’ve been envisioning?” Tom’s voice dropped to something low and silky as though he was pleased by the question.

💛💛💛 comedy of errors beloved

[nc-vb]

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭

this is a repost from my old blog! and also the first fic i wrote for tumblr lol.

pairing -> vinsmoke sanji x reader

notes -> feminine terms (mellorine, mademoiselle); kind of based off of a scene from that vr one piece game; y/n is a new straw hat member i guess + her noble family kinda sucks; kind of rushy bc i didn’t feel like writing a backstory lol; honourifics are used; maybe a little suggestive…? just in case

wc -> 1.2k

“What a cute kitchen!”

Your eyes can barely contain their sparkle as you take in the final room of the tour. Smiling, you’d realize it’s already occupied by the light chopping sounds coming from the left of the entrance. You approach him from behind, tapping him on the shoulder. “There you are, Sanji-san,” you’d gently called, not wanting to startle him in the middle of his food prep.

“Ah, _______-chan!” Throwing a careful grin of his own over his shoulder to you, he sets down his knife at the edge of the cutting board to turn completely around to you. “I was wondering when you’d make your way in. You’re just in time – I’m making lunch!”

“I’m sorry it wasn’t sooner,” you apologize with a small laugh. “I think Nami was just a little… excited? Relieved? That she wasn’t “the only woman” on the Merry anymore, I mean. Her grand tour felt more like a tea date.”

“No apologies necessary; making you feel at home with us comes first. Do you?” he asks.

“I do,” you reply easily. “Our captain encouraging me to toss a chair at my window to escape was probably one of the first signs of that one for me.”

Sanji chuckles. “I’m glad. Well, what do you think?” He raises his arms from his sides, inviting you to take in his safe haven.

“It’s quite lovely, as I suppose kitchens normally are?” You glide your fingers across the island, enjoying how smooth the surface had felt on your skin. “This is my first time being inside one.”

“Your first time?” Sanji repeats, genuinely shocked.

Nodding, “I was never allowed inside ours,” you explain. “My parents were… very conservative and traditional in their ways. It may have stemmed from them being apologists of the World Government and the Celestial Dragons, but they always said that entering such places would be beneath our name.” You sigh deeply. “I always knew they were wrong.”

For a moment, Sanji is quiet, the slight tapping of your shoes and the bubbling of the boiling liquid in the pot overtop the stove the only sounds filling the room.

“I didn’t know you were also the chef until Nami mentioned it in her tour,” you add, your voice soft. “How wonderful.” You sniff the air, your lips quickly rising once more in appreciation of the scent filling the kitchen. “Wow… That smells incredible.”

Sanji’s lips part in awe at you, watching you move closer toward the stove. Not wanting to hang your head directly over the pot, you waft the vapour closer to you, inhaling deeply.

“What do you call this, Sanji-san?” You gesture into the pot. “I’m not sure I’ve ever had this before.”

“… it’s called Sugo all’amatriciana,” he says, making his way to join her side. “A sauce made of tomatoes.” From the drawer to the right of the stove, Sanji steals a spoon. “Panchetta. Pecorino romano.” Having given the sauce a stir with a ladle, he dips the spoon inside to scoop some up. “Onion and garlic.” A hand cradling beneath the spoon’s curve, “and a bit of basil.” He lowers it toward you, and your blink. “Try it.”

“Really? Could I?”

Sanji’s lower lip curls inwards, pinching the inside flesh between his teeth when you lean forward to blow lightly on the sauce. Lips parted, you barely release a breath, one just strong enough to begin cooling it, before taking it into your mouth and sucking back the contents in the spoon.

“Sanji-san… this is delicious!!” you gush after a moment spent savouring the flavour. “It’s the perfect amount of garlic, and the pecorino tastes so fresh–” You hum almost excitedly at the leftover flavour on your tongue. “You really are such an amazing chef.”

Sanji’s grip on the handle falters, the metal slipping from between his thumb and forefinger and clattering to the floor, his other hand coming up to clap over his own mouth. Immediately, you’re turning to the cook with worry.

“Sanji-san, what’s the matter?” you ask, reaching out to him. “Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry if I did, I-I–”

“I…” You frown, the skin of your forehead bunched together in concern. “I just didn’t expect you to be so cute.”

“C-Cute?!” you exclaim, your face instantly exploding with heat.

Sanji swears his entire body stalls at your expression; like a set of cogs that’s lost one of its gears, the chef goes still, but his heart continues to pound beneath his ribs. As you attempt to collect yourself, Sanji slowly extends his hands out toward you, and places them on your shoulders.

“San… ji-san?”

“______,” he practically whispers, head tipped down toward yours. You swallow, nerved by the intensity in his one visible eye. “You really are the cutest.”

“I-I… Sanji…”

This time, your warmth is contained to your cheeks. Sanji’s smile is sweet, crooked with the relief of not being pushed away by his new female crewmate or battered on the head by them. The gentleness in your eyes entrances him, and before he can control himself, the young cook leans forward toward the young deckhand, his eyes shut and lips searching for yours. A small breath escapes you before you’re able to reel it in—it would be your first kiss. Your first kiss with, practically, a stranger. And yet, you can’t bring yourself to pull away— it’s actually quite the opposite.

Hands having risen to balance your trembling body against him, they press into the lapels of his blazer, your fingers winding around them to give him a slight tug toward you. Eye swirling with adoration, Sanji is quick to fit his lips to yours, his own hands respectfully daring to come up to rest above your hips. With a small sigh, you press into him just a little more firmly, a little more curiously, steadily becoming more and more listless the longer your kiss goes on, and despite the loss of air in your lungs, you discover it to be difficult to pull away from Sanji, your hands releasing his suit and travelling to hold him to you by his nape.

The sharp hitch of your breath should have acted as a sign that you should pull away, that you should break to breathe, but you couldn’t bear to let him go. Feeling the tip of your tongue suddenly dart along his lower lip, tasting the faintest hint of tobacco that had lingered from his last cigarette, Sanji chuckles into your mouth. Cheeks flushed and chest heaving, he gently insists on bringing you back down to earth with a subtle tap against your side that has your eyes opening. Finally, you part from him, sucking in a breath so deep that it nearly has you choking on it.

“M-Mellorine, mellorine,” Sanji calls to you over your heavy panting, a hand rising from your hip to tilt your chin toward him, “you have to breathe at some point, no?”

“I-I… I… guess…”

Sanji blinks at you, his own face flaming once again. Did she sound… disappointed? His hands, warm and slightly calloused at the tops of his palms, slide around to hold your face in them.

“I adore your enthusiasm, mademoiselle, but if you pass out, I can’t kiss you how I want to.”

© nc-vb 2023 please don’t repost! reblogs & comments are always appreciated.

[kit-kat-bard]

@aquaquadrant and @lunarcrown 's Hels to Pay has had me absolutely captivated, especially the recent tidbit of Imagine Dragon's Sharks being an apt Bravo song...

The fic has got me in enough of a choke hold to finish my first ever animatic! Even though my art level is below doodle and more into scribble territory lol. This idea simply would not let me rest until I brought it into the world, well done or not.

[freak-accident419]

realizing ive never written a mike schmidt smut before

(but i will for @xcherryerim <3 )

[karnaca78]

Hi @synthwayve I butchered your guys

Art based on their Bloodborne fanfic Haemolacria. Thank you for the soup friend, it cheered me up in these trying times.

[sangahnomiya]

where your refracted gaze can no longer reach

When the clock strikes twelve Cinderella must return home, leaving her treasure in the care of the Prince; at sunrise the selkie must dive into the waves, leaving her loved ones behind to return to her brethren in the deep and boundless sea. All things must come to an end, and we are all left with seafoam on the shore, a wistful melody that fades into oblivion.

Or in other words: Neuvillette, how he lives with the weight of his memories of Furina, and how he bears the burdens of a future without her.

[kogglyuffs]

kinda late but merry christmas to yall!! (or happy holidays)

[lu-sn]

fic recs: kink gone wrong

Wish I Was Good, Wish That I Could (edgarallanrose)

post-canon, attempt at consensual non-con, top drop, explicit, oneshot, 5K

“I want to say no,” Pete murmured into his mouth, as if saying something sweet. His tongue flicked out to catch on the back of Vegas’ teeth. “I want to say no, and I want you to fuck me anyway.” commentary: the slow build to the top drop is incredible. the backdrop of the fic is a very soft slice-of-life, and they talk about what pete wants well before they try it, and vegas doesn't register that he doesn't want it right up until it's too late. lots of vegas being horrified of the monster inside himself, which is always a good time (for me. not for vegas 😂)

All of It (ghosthouses)

post-canon, attempt at knifeplay, wound stitching, bloodplay, explicit, oneshot, 3K

"I can't believe I fucking did that," Vegas says. "That was so fucking stupid." (in which the knifeplay does not go according to plan, but they get through it) commentary: vegas makes an oopsie and almost starts spiraling about it -- but then pete throws in a "who cares" along with a dash of "what if u stitched me up homoerotically" and they get the show right back on the road

won't give up these ghosts (fleet_off)

post-canon, attempt at non-sexual death roleplay, hurt/comfort, explicit, oneshot, 7K

Vegas lays him on a patch of firm ground. From his cocoon, Pete hears the rhythmic thud of a shovel sinking into loose earth. Vegas is digging him a grave. (In which Pete finds playing dead relaxing, and Vegas decidedly does not.) commentary: is it so surprising that pete enjoys the safety and warmth and blissfully empty head that comes with pretending to not exist? that it could be his happy place? you want to read fleet's top-tier prose about it, i promise you. the accompanying vegas breakdown is a bonus treat

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

wip game !! ✩

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

ty for the tags my beloveds @kissxcore @mossmurdock @shotorus @staryukis @elusivemoon <333

i wasn’t sure if i should do this at first bUT i realized it’s good for my lack of accountability + literally Everyone else is doing it so 😭😭 here i am !! hehe.

almost none of these have names but they r all very precious to me so if any concept catches ur attention pls dont hesitate to ask !!! i’d loveee to talk abt them i’ll give u a kiss on the forehead too <33

satoru gojo:

satoru x sorcerer!reader

sick!satoru x doting!reader

satoru x grieving!reader

suguru geto:

knight!sugu x royalty!reader

knight!sugu x townsfolk!reader (separate au from the one above !!)

sappy drunk!sugu x reader

single dad!sugu x roommate!reader

sugu x reader w intimacy issues

teen!sugu x teen!reader (prequel piece to there was no place in nature we could meet)

wolf/hunter!sugu x little red riding hood!reader

(platonic!)cult leader!geto / child!reader

kenjaku:

best friend’s brother!kenjaku x reader

artist!kenjaku x reader

kenjaku x unhinged!reader

others

satosugu x aroace!reader

skatergirl!nobara x reader

naoya x masc-coded!reader

stay-at-home husband!sukuna x reader

(platonic!)toji / teen!reader

comedy duo!kenkaba x reader

aki x convenience store clerk!reader (csm)

(i think most of my moots have done this / been tagged alr so im playing it safe and not tagging anyone BUT im soo excited for all ur wips !!!!! the ones ive heard abt are so so tasty!!)

[mareenavee]

WIP Whenever~!

Oh hey it's actually Wednesday already! I have been tagged by a great deal of amazing people! Let's see -- @kookaburra1701, @ladytanithia, and @skyrim-forever! I'm tagging the similarly fantastic: @paraparadigm, @polypolymorph, @changelingsandothernonsense, @thana-topsy, @thequeenofthewinter, @dirty-bosmer, @wildhexe, @expended-sleeper, @throughtrialbyfire, @elfinismsarts, @rainpebble3, @saltymaplesyrup, @gilgamish, @tallmatcha, @archangelsunited, @snippetsrus, @miraakulous-cloud-district, @nuwanders and YOU. Yes you. Please absolutely consider yourself tagged and tag me back if you post! Here's a snip of chapter 30 of The World on Our Shoulders. Some of you may have seen versions of this before :> More soggy emotions, because, of course. OF COURSE.

Teldryn buried his face in his hands and Geldis squeezed his shoulder. He let the silence wash over him — not that it was actually silent. The crowd left him anonymous, another sad fool alone at a bar, which, to be honest, was for the best.

“She doesn’t want me here, either. She wants to go home, back to just…everything she had before. Even after what we’ve survived. Even after realizing what we are,” Teldryn said. He picked at the sweetroll again, crumbling it onto the plate. “She doesn’t owe me anything, of course. I was the s’wit who thought for half a second the feeling was mutual. And clearly, I was wrong.”

“Did you ask?” Geldis asked. Teldryn glared at his friend.

“Oh, I don’t know, Geldis. Did I ask my married friend if she lo — ” He paused and cleared his throat. “No, I didn’t ask her.” He sighed heavily again and crossed his arms over his chest, mind filled with the iciness of the distance she’d put between them, even after everything. A whole northern sea, dark waves to drag him under and everything. He’d added to it, too, not innocent at all in the endeavor. He shivered. “I didn’t have to.”

“You’re an idiot, Teldryn Sero, that’s what you are,” Geldis said evenly and put up a hand to prevent him from protesting this. “You’re gonna carry this around until it tears you apart instead of resolving it — just like a hundred other issues I’ve seen you struggle through. And you know what? It is, in the end, up to you to make the changes instead of cozying up in the corner over there deep in your cups, becoming another mess I’ve got to clean up.” He leaned in and shook Teldryn’s shoulder. “Even if it’s a no, it doesn’t mean this is the end of the world. But clear the air, for Gods’ sakes. And let her go if that’s what she wants. Plenty of fish in the sea, no matter what you believe about fate and other nonsense.”

Fate and other nonsense indeed.

He didn’t say anything at first. Geldis understood part of this, in his way, but not the entire story. Not the echo. Not the gravity of the situation Nyenna was about to face. Teldryn had lost someone he’d loved before due to the trappings — or failings — of heroism, watching across a vast expanse of sand as the earth quaked under his feet, leagues away from the damage. The Red Year, not long after he’d chosen to leave everything behind. A whole life he’d refused, a whole person he could have been instead of…this. He was no stranger to wrong choices and the urge to simply…run away. To put it all behind you and keep going. From an ultimatum or a destiny, it didn’t matter — the cause was the same. Guilt, fear, grief, and a deep unshakable conviction that you are simply not good enough. And have never been.

Sometimes she visited him in his nightmares, the one he’d left for the job in Elsweyr. She was still so clear in his head, almost two hundred years later, like he had only just turned from her offer of peace. When the horrors faded and left room for regret, he felt the memory of her hands held tight in his like the ghost of a missing limb. Every so often, he swore he could still smell the light scent of her coda flower perfume, her own recipe mixed with sweetbarrel blossoms and the spice of juniper. There was never a time back then when his mind hadn’t been occupied with feeling stuck, so why did she still torture him like this? It was as if she served as a haunting reminder of what could happen the second he let himself be seen. It would all be gone from him in a flash, and then what?

He did not deserve peace. Not then, not now. Part of him was still convinced all of this chaos with Nyenna was just another extraction of debt due to one God or the next for that specific misstep. Sometimes he could go years without remembering. Years soaked in Sujamma, true, but years nevertheless. But then, times like these? Given the chance to start over, it seemed he never quite could. Or perhaps he was never quite worthy. He both wanted to walk away and couldn’t.

Geldis was right in a way. Maybe if he cleared the air, then he could go and prevent another disaster. Or try. And then it could be the same as it’d always been. Square one. And Nyenna would fade from his memory, same as the rest, eventually, no matter how long it took. He had eternity, anyway. It would be better this way. Hurt less, if he was lucky, if he could find the words to begin with.

Sure. You keep telling yourself that, you s’wit.

He wanted another Sujamma, but he knew it would do him no good. He took the sweetroll that he hadn’t crumbled to nothing and bit into it like an apple. There were things to do to prepare for the trip to Skyrim. Geldis would have to accept the subject change. He wasn’t going to bring up things that had been done with long before Geldis was even born.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

YOU'RE ON FIRE!

Probably Neil.

(Arsonist Neil) - @jtl-fics

WIP Wednesday (10/18) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 40)

Andrew goes to the kitchen and makes himself a bowl of cereal, then takes it to the crew’s shared living room. He sits down on the sofa with his bowl balanced precariously on his lap and opens 10’s message.

10 Be careful, Mr. Firefighter.

Andrew stares at the message for a moment, then stirs his cereal. He takes a bite and grimaces as he chews. The Lucky Charms aren’t soggy enough yet. He sets the bowl on the coffee table to marinate and his phone vibrates, startling him.

10 I saw the trucks leave. Did you make it out okay? Andrew Yes. I’m alright. Though that was a hell of a fire. Shame you missed it. Speaking of. Why weren’t you there tonight? 10 I didn’t want you to be distracted again. You almost tripped last time because you were paying attention to me.

Distracted? Andrew glares at the screen and starts to type out a message, but another comes in before he’s through.

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[whatever-you-can-give-me]

the ruins of the day painted with a scar

trigun stampede, vashwood. wound care, big and very tired feelings, communication (??!?) and the kindness of a stranger.

[octoooo]

Back on my Dad Giyuu bs

Instead of saying “I’m not like you” to the Hashira, he just says he has to watch his kids that night (he knows they’re capable & can look after themselves most of the time, but sue him for getting attached and being worried & just wanting to check up on them)

The Hashira (minus Mui) just look at him like he grew a second head. Kids?? Since when? Ain’t no way that Tomioka, the wet blanket, the one without b1tches has children?

Muichiro just watches the scene unfold with a grin.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So..kids huh? You’re pretty young yourself you know.” Shinobu coughs, a little miffed at being ‘close’ to Tomioka yet not knowing of his..children.

“Mhm.” Giyuu barely hums, already trying to inch away to the front gate.

“How old are they?” Uzui asks.

“About sixteen, most of them.”

There’s an uncomfortable pause, the group still ready to grill him for more information before Shinazugawa groans in frustration. “You’re talking about that Kamado kid, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Tanjiro and his friends.”

Shinazugawa pinches the bridge of his nose “I don’t need to hear anymore.”

Giyuu takes the opportunity to leave.

Behind his back, the group lets out a sigh of relief.

[wordsofwilderness]

--- Fic Masterlist ---

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Completed

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One-shots

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[crybaby-bkg]

I just finished season two of castlevania and that carmilla lady?????? I wont her BAD‼️‼️‼️‼️ (but also alucard and hector 😔)

[horrendousmustard]

Darkfic Day inspired by @half-of-the-story ‘s fic Pathetic Fallacy :)