#this is one of my favorite things ive written

[discomfort-honey]

Hey!!

Could you write soft dom Sanji x chubby trans masc reader, where Sanji has a big crush on reader so much that they treat him like the nami or robin, that makes reader feel dysphoric and confronts Sanji and instead of explaining their thoughts to one another they just get freaky :)

DO YOU? Sanji x FTM Reader

HI HELLO im. im so sorry this is so late..... please dont execute me.....

i took like a small break cause of a bunch of different reasons but im back.... i wrote like 3 fics and was out... my bad guys

this one was fun! and unlike anything ive ever written, so i hope i got the vibes right! i hate my transgender friend read this over as a just in case so. i hope its to your liking, anon!

Summary: Sanji keeps treating you how he treats the ladies, and its starting to get on your nerves. you decide to confront him.

Warnings: SMUT MDNI/18+/// make-outs/ dry humping/ talks about gender/ reader feeling uncomfortable with how theyre treated/ happy ending/ misunderstandings/ not proofread

you're sitting on the bench under the orange tree this evening, enjoying your tea while looking out to the sea. it was a nice quiet time you enjoyed, time away from the heat and stress of battle, and your rambunctious crew. as much as you loved them, they could be… a lot.

"Y/N!!" you heard your name being called in that drawn-out, sing-songy voice. that melodic, honey-soaked, hot voice- you shake your head away from those thoughts, and turned towards the man calling out for you

"yeah?" you responded, not giving into the temptation to be cute with him. stay strong, soldier.

"I thought you might want something sweet with your tea!" he hands you a little cake on a plate. how sweet, it's your favorite flavor.

but you felt weird.

not bad, per se, but odd. like this bubble was in your gut that you couldn't exactly get rid of.

and you know it stems from sanji. which is upsetting, since you like him so much. but he's trying, you know he is. but it doesn't help the fact that you feel weird.

you've never not been out to the crew. ever since they met you, you made your gender clear to them. telling the whole crew you're a man. it was scary, telling these people you so desperately wanted the approval of the one thing you felt made you different.

but luffy being luffy, accepted you wholeheartedly. honestly, you're not sure if he understood what you said, but he loves you either way. and the whole crew accepts you too. nami and robin don't let you into their room, zoro enjoys sharing a beer with you, franky and usopp will ask for help with their inventions and trinkets, everyone fully understands you.

except sanji. well, it's not that he doesn't accept you, I mean, he uses the correct pronouns, but he's…. weird about it.

at first, he just didn't understand. he would question you as to why someone would ever want to be a man, I mean, how could they when women are just so incredible? you mentioned that maybe he should try being a woman, but he got flustered and left, not mentioning it again. so that's…. a conversation for another day.

you blink, his bright smile pulling you back into the present

"oh, thanks" you give him a tight-lipped smile. his attentiveness made you uneasy. like even though he accepts you as a man, he still treats you as though you were a woman. you swallowed down the lump in your throat with a sip of tea.

you noticed he went silent, and turned to see he had sat himself beside you on the bench.

"what's up?" you ask, stuffing a bite of cake in your mouth. his smile grew at your audible enjoyment of the delicious food.

"I just wanted to know your feelings on my new recipe" it was like you could see the hearts in his eyes.

"its really good" you smile, swallowing the bite. you silently wished you could just accept his affections.

sometimes, when you find yourself feeling particularly lonely, you let yourself believe he accepts you. you let yourself think that he sees you as a man, and still wants to pamper you. with his adoring words his strong hands and his-

once again, you find yourself being pulled back into the present by his unmoving gaze

"is there anything else?" you ask, feeling like his eyes are boring into your soul.

"oh! no- sorry, my love, I'll go" he stands awkwardly, shuffling away. it would be cute, if you weren't so focused on his words.

'My Love' was a phrase you heard him use a lot. only with three people, though. he called Nami and Robin "my love" on many different occasions. ever since you'd known them, he'd use every pet name in the book for them. but with you, it was a much more recent development.

for about a month now, Sanji has been crushing on you. he's been using pet names with you, feeding you more things you like, letting you try new recipes, he's been doting over you and everything you do.

and you want to be excited, you really do, but you feel like you cant let yourself. I mean, you know he's only doing it because he views you as a girl. his recent obsession with you only stems from being rejected by nami and robin over and over again. I mean, if you weren't here, you're sure he would project onto the next woman he sees, then the next.

you notice that while you were lost in thought, the sun had gone down. and you'd finished your cake and tea.

you glance over, seeing the kitchen light was still on. most people aren't even on the deck anymore. you stand, stretching out and making your way to the kitchen.

you just need to talk to him, you tell yourself. you need to set a boundary. tell him if he doesn't respect you, he needs to do something about it. mhm, yep, good plan.

you walk into the kitchen, seeing sanji and robin talking. she turns to the sound of the door opening

"oh-sorry, I can come back-"

"don't worry about it," she interrupts you, "I was just on my way out" she smiles as she passes you. she gives you a wink. huh, odd….

"what can I do for you, my love?" sanji asks as you set you plate and cup in the sink

"uh, I actually wanted to talk…" you begin to feel your chest get heavy, and the bubble in your stomach grows. why was this so hard? you're a strong, confident man. you've been through hell and back with this crew. you should be able to talk to sanji. i mean, he's just sanji! he's a kind, respectful, handsome, strong-

fuck, getting off topic.

you turn around to face him, the nerves evident on your face.

he gives you a questioning look. he leans on the counter across from you, crossing his arms. he has that 'I'll listen to anything you have to say' look. it makes your heart grow.

"what's wrong, mon amour?" he sounds genuinely concerned.

"uh, well," you bite your lip, moving your sleeves up your arms in an attempt to cool yourself off.

its not working

"do you- uhm, well, fuck," you can feel the bubble growing, like it was pushing all your feelings to the surface. "I'm not a woman."

wow. okay, thanks captain obvious. you visibly cringe at the odd choice of phrasing.

"uhm, I know," he sounds, and looks, confused. he shifts to be standing "what brought this on? are you- are you feeling okay?" his twirly brow quirks in worry.

"I'm fine, it's just," okay, now or never- "I feel like you still think I am. like, even though I've never been a girl to you, you still treat me like one, and I appreciate you using my correct pronouns, but, man, you gotta stop treating me like I'm a delicate little flower because I'm not and you cant call me all these pet names cause I'm not a girl and-"

you stop, his face cutting you off.

he's looking at you like you're stupid. and it pisses you off.

"what?" it comes out more spiteful than you meant it.

"you think I do all those things because I think you're a woman?" he sounds exasperated. like he can't believe his ears

"well, its not like you treat zoro like this" you bite back. he chooses to ignore the mention of that mosshead.

he sighs, and rubs his temples. you feel like you messed up. did you misread his intentions? fuck, now you look like an idiot as he lights up his cigarette.

"I apologize, mon doux. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable" you feel the bubble start to shrink just from those few words "but truthfully, I don't do those things because I think you're a woman. in fact, I am very aware you are a man" he blushes as he admits that last bit, suddenly looking nervous.

"wait, what? then why do you do it?" you cant wrap your head around why this womanizing, beautiful Frenchman would ever be so attentive to you if he doesn't-

oh.

ooohhhhhhh

oh…

he can see the realization on your face. and his blush deepens.

"do you-"

"I do"

you feel like you should say something more. like you should resolve this misunderstanding. there seems to be some emotions stirring within you that have been left unsaid, but as you stare into the one deep blue eye you can see, his brow quirking as you step closer, you cant quite find the words.

his enticing pink lips lure you in, every step you take, he matches until you stand right before each other, chests almost pressed together.

"do you-" sanji begins to speak. he was probably going ask some silly question about how you feel about him, but you answer any question he could have by pulling him down by the tie, and smashing your lips against his.

kissing sanji felt like a dream. as soon as he registered what was happening, he repositioned himself. he presses his front into you, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. his soft lips part, his tongue licking your bottom lip, asking permission. permission you were more than happy to give.

they probably call it 'French kissing' because of sanji, honestly.

your knees almost buckle at the feeling of his tongue pressing against yours, and a low groan escapes your lips. he lets out a high pitched moan at the sound. cute.

you push him until his but hits the counter, his strong arms wrap around you. he breaks the kiss to turn you around, and lifts you to sit on the edge of the counter.

you breath deeply, the kiss leaving you dizzy.

"are you alright?" you asks sweetly, but he has a telling smirk on his face.

"whats that look for?" you ask, pulling him closer by his belt buckle. he bites his lip.

"im just glad you finally noticed how ive felt… you, mon doux, are the most handsome man i have ever seen" he confesses, his hand creeping up to hold your cheek gently. you swear you can see the hearts in his eyes.

"i think youre real handsome too, yknow" you say, running your hands along his shoulders. he blushes deeply, stuttering out a sort of 'thank you'.

you both have run out of things to say at this point, the tension between you rising. you swear the temperature in the room has gone up. you pull him into another kiss, his surprised squeak making you smirk into his lips.

he leans into you, and you can feel the bulge in his tight dress pants pressing against yourself. the feeling making you moan into his mouth.

he pulls back with a pant

"you-you feel so good-" you cut him off with another kiss. you feel like that will be a common thing in this newfound relationship.

his hips begin to press against yours in a rhythm. for someone like him, he was surprisingly good at this. youd expected him to have almost no experience, but you suppose he couldn't have struck out every time he hit on people.

anyhow, you mentally shake away those thoughts, focusing on him.

his dick strains against his pants, and he has to break the kiss again to take in a breath.

"you- oh, dieu," he whines, his head falling in the crook of your neck.

hes rubbing against you in all the right ways, the feeling of his strong arms and toned body trapping you against the counter only adds the heat building up. you quickly lean back, stripping off your shirt. before saji can ogle you too much, much to his chagrin, you pull him back against you.

he moans loudly when you grip his ass, and begin to kiss down his neck. you lead his hips, the sensations growing all at once.

"oh, mon doux, i-i am- oh, god, im going to-"

"fuck, sanji- me too" you moan against his lips, the intimacy of holding him so close, but not kissing, for some odd reason, is what sends you over the edge. your body tenses as you groan with your release.

sanji is in a very similar state, he bites his lip to stifle his moan, just so he can hear you better. his hips stutter to a stop, and youre both left breathless and panting against each others shoulders.

you can feel both of your releases seeping through your clothes.

"sanji?"

"yes, my love?"

"can we take a shower?"

"of course, my love! oh- on one condition"

"uh, sure?"

"go on a date with me?"

[chongoblog]

I'm genuinely so skilled as a writer, the only problem is that the recent stuff I'm most proud of is incomprehensible to 99% of my followers.

[rainscenes]

escalation

buddie | 4.4k words | mature first kiss (interrupted), followed by many many more kisses (also interrupted). very vaguely inspired by shawn and juliet from psych.

“Excuse me,” a distant voice says next to them, “you’re standing right in front of the flour.” The person sounds a little annoyed. Buck almost doesn’t hear them, with his ears ringing and all; with the taste of Eddie’s spit on his lips. Maybe it’s his nine years of being a first responder that gave him the situational awareness he needed to even notice them at all, considering— Considering he just kissed Eddie, in the middle of the baking aisle of his favorite Whole Foods. His hands are still grasping at Eddie’s shirt, bunching the fabric so tightly it leaves creases when he lets go and steps back. “Oh,” Buck says, and his voice is shot to hell. “Sorry.”

[tennessoui]

I just read your “Anakin turns into a cat” au on ao3 and I got to this part and it made me laugh out loud:

“For example, the cat probably won’t turn nineteen and then rush off to become the child bride of some senator the first time it’s left without Obi-Wan’s supervision.”

And now all i’m thinking about is an au where everything the same as canon except Obi-wan can feel Anakin getting married and his ….wedding night…. through their training bond (which would not at that point have been severed because Anakin was still in training when he got married) and Obi-wan is having many, many feelings about the whole thing. Many angry and angsty feelings. But also other less fun (for him, during the moment at least) possessive and sexy feelings. And then a few years later Anakin and Padme break up and Obi-wan has some rather intense feelings to work out with (on) Anakin.

this ask has major similar vibes to my fic, 'on the other side of him' where obi-wan and anakin have sooo many feelings about being apart (and anakin getting married) that their souls swap bodies and obi-wan gets to be possessive and bummed out and angry all in real time

i live for a petty, passive aggressive obi-wan who is outwardly bitchy and short with anakin after finding out about the marriage but then is also first in line to decide it was really his fault somehow

(and then first in line to lock anakin down so he doesn't do that shit again, post-divorce)

[boycritter]

in a museum with my mother (but it could be anywhere at all)

[phoebe-delia]

First Lines Tag Game

I was tagged by my lovely friends @greattemptation (here) and @getawayfox (here). Thank you guys! I'm tagging @basicallyahedgehog @peachpety and anyone else who wants to!

Here are the first lines from my 10 most recent fics! Some are drabbles, some are on AO3, and I admit I'm lowkey cheating bc there were Tumblr drabbles I posted more recently than the latter few AO3 fics but I wanna include them more lolol.

No Way (Rated T)

Harry blinks.

Goes Without Saying (Rated T)

They exchange glares across the Great Hall at meals, during classes, and in the hallways.

Ruined the Stars (Rated M)

They’re relaxed and naked under their silk dressing gowns, sweat clinging to their skin like morning dew.

Frayed (Rated T)

Draco keeps still; barely dares to breathe.

Ice Breaker (Rated G)

“Alright. I’m heading out.”

everything is easy 'cause of you (Rated T)

They sign the papers and toast with the sparkling wine they never opened on New Year's.

I'm Beginning to See the Light (an Eight Drarry Nights Story) (Rated M)

“What do you think, Potter? Should we order pizza?”

Let Me Stay (Rated M)

Draco doesn’t notice the exact moment Harry falls asleep, curled up against him.

'tis the damn season (Rated M)

Potter turns up outside his hotel room on December 23rd wearing tight jeans, a green jumper, and a crooked smile.

I Could Never Rescue You (Rated M)

You left so quietly.

[librarycards]

hiii ive honestly fell in love w your short story about the unethical doctor and their patient (i read it a few months ago and I forgot the title ;-; ) but it had been rotating in my brain and making me wanna submit some sort of short story inspired by it.

I guess a question for u is what are some of the literary journals you've had great experiences with! I need to tune into BOMB and chill subs but i want to not get overwhlemed by the sheer number of things. but im gonna be brave and publish soon~

omfg, thank you thank you!!!! <3 and re: your other ask about "unethical," 100% understand and would actually go further with what i think about mr dr josh than that (especially now that i'm writing a cute little novel/la (unsure yet) in the mdj extended universe with lots more surgeries, suicides, and so forth. GET HYPED!

i'd be honored and delighted for you to write an "after" story. honored and delighted wouldn't even cover it!!!! as for recommendations for lit mags i cosign, my biggest recs are The Offing (where this story lives), The New Orleans Review, Foglifter, Protean, Split Lip Magazine, Electric Lit, ANMLY, and Canthius - these are spaces where you could submit your "after" story (and other short fiction), that I have had a positive editorial experience with, that are vocally pro-Palestine and anti-genocide and publishing work that reflects this.

anyway, readers! if you want to know what happens when a crazy person and a deranged med student walk into a hurricane-prone new england summer you should read You May Feel Odd or Different All Day!!!

Dr. Josh says nothing feels quite like saving a life, except, maybe, drowning, and that’s why he started ending them instead. He first entered my own life-death right as we all wandered into tropical storm season, as Rhode Island summer people fled their beach homes in droves, driving deep inside our Connecticut, displacing us like ice in water. I was in flight, too, leaving my childhood home while also planning my next attempt to leave my body. (It could be a good time to end things, I had typed at my friends. Thumbs up, agreed. What better time to part with the body than when everything else is parting, too?)

[captain-saph]

musings on the second-to-last night in oxford

[appleflavoredkitkats]

putangina

[gentil-minou]

hold me close

Sometimes Lan Wangji misses Wei Ying even when he's with him. He forgets he doesn’t need to be afraid. This Wei Ying won’t vanish into the shadows. Sometimes, it feels like Lan Wangji is just waiting to be proven wrong. Lan Wangji has spent his entire life grieving for the ones he's loved and lost. How can he be expected to simply stop?

Wangxian | Oneshot | 13.4K | Rated E

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Post-Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, Porn with Feelings, Emotional Sex, Grief, Mental Health Issues, Character Study, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Top Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Bottom Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Working Through Grief With Sex, Grieving Your Husband While Fucking Him, tender husbands being tender, 13 years of grieving followed by a life time of healing from it

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Preview below the cut

Wei Ying visits Lan Wangji every night for thirteen years.

He arrives cloaked in shadows wrapping around him in a shroud. Long hair fans out behind him buffeted by an unnatural wind, thick at the roots and becoming wisps of smoke at the ends.

And every night, Lan Wangji welcomes this Wei Ying into arms that will never again know his warmth. An embrace that will never be shared with anyone else. A fantasy for a willing hostage, caught in a trap of his own design.

The Wei Ying in his dreams is well-fed and well-loved, skin bronze from endless summers spent lakeside, glowing with a fire stoked from within that both threatens Lan Wangji and calls to him all the same. This Wei Ying is always smiling. Not the one Lan Wangji sees in his nightmares, crazed with resentment consuming his soul. The one from their youth, the one this hostile world stole from him when he was far too young.

The Wei Ying in his dreams is not numb from grief and loss. He is not cruel. He does not shove Lan Wangji away.

He places a hand on Lan Wangji’s flushed, tear-stained cheek. His calloused hand is no longer cold and dying but instead warm and alive. This Wei Ying guides Lan Wangji towards him, a loving gaze fixed on him as a familiar smirk curls into a tease.

His dark eyes are bright and dancing, not glassy and dead. They drag Lan Wangji in, ensnaring him, rooting him in place. Though Lan Wangji has no reason to escape regardless.

Shadows twist up and down his body, leaving mark after mark in a trail claiming him. They convince Lan Wangji that this moment is real and true and won’t vanish like fog once dawn breaks over the mountain, flinging logic and sense far away.

In his dreams, Wei Ying loves him.

In his dreams, Lan Wangji saves him.

In his dreams, he has this. Everything he’s ever wanted.

Lan Wangji becomes quite adept at pretending the dreams are all he needs.

(read more on ao3)

[a-sweeter-solarsystem]

Saint asked, "May I give you advice...something I learned from being with Osiris."

Crow nodded.

Saint-14 wandered quietly to Cal's bedside. "Sometimes..." the bed creaked as the titan lowered himself next to Calgrach's side, "...it helps to talk."

The hunter watched Saint curiously. He spoke softly, "He can't hear me."

Saint-14's words felt firm but kind, "It is your presence that he can feel. Your light he knows. You do not need words for that."

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[themyscirah]

pythia my beautiful discount hippolyta i will love you forever and ever and ever

[decladams]

sometimes i pull out my portfolios from this year and im like damn. i wrote that???

[newlesbianprideflag]

stoner byler moment for miwip "wednesday"

[pentapoctopus]

✨A fic passage I'm proud of ✨

“It’s not your fault, you know,” Mike mumbled. “What happened to Chrissy.”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, Wheeler, I know that.”

He didn’t, of course. He knew it the way he knew the value of pi or what a sine wave was. People repeated it often enough that he pretty much took their word for it, but he had no fucking idea what it meant or how they’d come to that conclusion.

It was nothing more than hypothetical knowledge that he could rattle off like an appendix in his Players Handbook, but he’d never be stupid enough to believe those rules applied in real life. Like, sure, if everyone was sitting around the game table asking whose fault it was, the answer was Henry Creel. But in the back of their minds, everybody knew the truth. Everybody was there to suspend their disbelief, to pretend they lived in a world where there was such a thing as an astral plane, or neutral good, or a spell called Atonement.

And yeah, he didn’t kill Chrissy. He wasn’t a murderer, he knew that. But he also didn’t not kill her. Two things could be true at the same time, both and neither. He’d learned that a long time ago. All he had to do was not think too hard about it.

Excerpt from this chapter of WDYTWWD on AO3

[cultofdarkwood]

behind the scenes of abstraction of the soul, we've hit 160k and heket is still not fucking dead