My Requests Are Open!

My requests are open!

Would you like something written? Here’s what you gotta do!

specify the pairing: character x reader? Character x character? Character x oc? You name it! Give me names and work from there.

specify readers assigned gender, especially if this is smut. Just tell me amab or afab so I have a grip on the physical anatomy of the reader. If the reader is gender neutral it would still be greatly appreciated if I could be told the gender assigned at birth. Any extra details based on sex/gender pls let me know!

tell me the genre, I do: smut and fluff! Here are the exceptions: No angst please, I have a difficult time writing that, not because I am uncomfortable, I’m just bad at writing it. Smut cannot be non-con, too aggressive, or have any gory violence. Small things like knives, hair pulling, or degrading may be okay but it really depends, I may leave something’s out for my own comfort. I apologize in advance

please add some form of plot, or some form of explanation for what is happening in the fic.

and that’s all! So send me a request, I’ll get too jt when I can!

Sanji x Reader with an ED

a/n: a lot of my fics are really self indulgent, I’ve been struggling with this as of recent, and I’m just writing down how shifting to one piece and hanging out with sanji has really helped me eat in a less self destructive way. Like I said I make self indulgent fics but I can always take requests. If you are struggling with an ED please talk to someone before it gets bad, I’ve been hospitalized and it is not fun, so please take care of yourself pebbles, you are loved <3

c/tw: mentioned of bulimia nervosa, vomiting, and eating disorders, afab reader (bc I’m a little girly and I write for the girlies until asked not to), reader cries at some point, I’m watching the anime but I honestly prefer the live action, so this is live action sanji. read safely pebbles.

Sanji wasn’t an idiot, don’t think he didn’t notice.

the way you’d excuse yourself from the dinner table, lock yourself in the bathroom for a few minutes, then come back looking like a mess.

he noticed.

and he was freaking the fuck out.

his love language was cooking for you, if he couldn’t cook for you then he felt useless.

So as you sat down in the kitchen (before everyone else mind you) sanji sets a plate in front of you but the meal isn’t extravagant. It’s simple. Enough to be filling but not so much that it’d make you sick.

“What’s this?” You ask, slightly shocked.

“Oh nothing special,” sanji said with a shrug. “Bulimia is a very serious condition, I’d hate to see you getting sick again.” Sanji says, turning back to the rest of the food. “If it isn’t to your liking I can just serve you a small portion of what everyone else is having.”

you fall silent.

he made something special for you so you didn’t force yourself to get sick.

you start crying.

sanji quickly rushed to turn off the stove, hurrying to your side. “Woah woah woah, did I do something wrong? Are you okay?” You nod, wiping your eyes.

“No one used to care,” you explain tearfully.

“Well I care.” Sanji says, taking your hands in his. “We’ll start here and work our way up to bigger portions, you tell me whenever you’re ready for that, okay? I think you’re perfect, no need to lose any weight. Besides, vomiting does nothing for weight loss, you’re just making yourself sick for nothing.” Sanji wipes your eyes, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

And that’s how your boyfriend single-handedly helped break you out of an eating disorder.

Matt Murdock x Fem!reader (body love)

a/n: oh yes. I did it. It’s been sitting in my brain for a hot minute now. So a few comments, I don’t mean the reader is chubby like plus sized, I mean chubby like not unbelievably skinny, but not plus sized either, so ig like a Greek statue of Aphrodite or smth would be a good example of the body type I mean. Anyways this one’s a little self indulgent, (given that I guess I’m built like a Greek statue of Aphrodite), but please enjoy. Remember ladies, your body is beautiful, it is perfect the way it is. Happy reading!

t/cw: none. Just fluff. A lot of it. Body love, supportive partner.

Matt, being unable to see, wasn’t too picky about the way his women looked. If she was kind, smart, and loving, she was his.

On that note, he was never too particular with the way you dressed, or how you did your makeup, or anything in field.

But regardless Matt was very physically affectionate, having been able to see once, it built up and image of what you looked like in his mind. So one day, as he holds your face in his hands he tries a little experiment. Very gently, he presses his hands against your cheeks and you squish. Like, literally, cheeks making your lips pucker type squish.

So naturally Matt is silenced. Utterly flabbergasted. So he tries another experiment. He pinched your cheeks between his fingers and it’s still. squishy.

he is on cloud nine

He is on heaven.

you have sent him to God by being cute.

You laugh as Matt plays with your face. “What are you doing goofball?” You say through a giggle.

”I just, I-I…” He’s at a loss for words. “You’re squishy. Like a little stress ball.” He whispers.

You laugh again at his shock. “And you like that?”

“I really like that,” He answers, pressing a tiny kiss on your lips, eliciting another laugh from you.

another incident was Matt bugging you right after you get out of the shower, as he does. He hugs you from behind and notices that his arms sink into you like a stuffed animal.

He buries his face into your shoulder, hosting you like your a plushie.

“Can I get dressed now?” You ask.

Matt just lets out a noise you only associate with a no.

he also really enjoys resting his head on your thighs after a long night of being Daredevil.

that is all.

I think they would have loved each other:

Matt Murdock Ann Doku (OC)

“Annalise no.” “Annalise yes.”

Like I personally think they’d have this kind of father daughter relationship, and both of them deny it but they love each other. Matt heard her swinging around alone at night, tired and alone, he offers her a place to stay. And she kept coming back. So if you think about it he picked a stray wet cat from the streets.

“Annalise. Hanabi. Doku. Where are you?” “Home.” “You sure you and Foggy aren’t at the arcade?” “*Skii-ball machine rings in bg*”

Daredevil (show) is so freaking funny because:

Foggy: you always get like this when there’s a beautiful woman with questionable character around

Matt: how would I know if she’s beautiful?

Foggy: get off of whoever your on and get over here.

Claire: …and you can take a really bad punishment with no complaint

Matt: well that parts the Catholicism.

Matt: oh I just wasn’t paying attention this morning.

Foggy: you need a dog.

Matt: I do not need a dog.

Foggy: is she hot? I can only assume she’s hot

Matt: oh… how would I know?

*Matt saying yakuza rlly rlly funny. I speak enough Japanese to know that, bb boy, that’s not how you say it.*

Matt:

Matt: we’re not about to kiss.

Foggy: I mean I feel a little something-

I JUST WANNA BE PART OF YOUR SYMPHONYYYUYYYXSIYCGWDIYLCGEKUDVCUWGKD

sorry everyone, this is my best friend irl, just ignore h-

WILL YOU HOLD ME TIGHT AND NOT LET GO.