Sanji x gn! reader imagine :3

(suggestive? Smut? idk this is a warning)

Sanji is the neediest, pathetic man oat 🥹✌🏾❤️

Sanji, on his knees, his tie loosened and hair mussed as he looks up at you.

"My sweet," he pants adorably.

"I need you."

Your hand cups his cheek and a low sigh racks his body as you lift up his head to meet your gaze. A teasing lilt enters your voice.

"I think you can do better than that."

A shudder moves through him right then and his voice cracks beautifully.

"My love, you know I'm already yours."

"Please, save the theatrics." you frown.

"You know I expect you to do better than that."

Your hand tugs his hair roughly. He gasps, and it makes your stomach flutter.

His eyes moisten, cheeks flushed red as he finally adheres. His hands grip your hips tightly as he lays his face on thighs

"Please, my angel." He strains.

"Let me feel you, let me taste you."

He begs, tears sliding desperately down his cheeks.

"Aww, was that so hard?" You cooed, swiping the tears from his eyes gently.

"I knew you could do it." You purr.

Your hand travels down to his throat, giving it a light squeeze and Sanji's teeth gnaws into the meat of his lower lip.

"You may."

Fluff, no pronouns mentioned. reader is kinda implied to be a bit shorter than eddie if you squint

You shower together

You massage his scalp with a content hum, the cool shampoo's foamy texture juxtaposing the slight sting of your nails. Eddie practically purrs, the warm water cascading over your forms.

His gangling figure hunches over to give you better access, and you continue your crusade against the grime that settled in for this week. Within a few minutes, you gently guide him under the shower head. Eddie groans, your gentle hand blockading the staccato spray.

Through the warm steam, he admires the way the water seems to trace over your skin, almost as if it was in reverence.

Every "blemish" or "flaw" exposed intimately, and he loved it all. The way your shoulders sat relaxed, your hips tilted to the side as you leaned against him. The way you seemed to glow in even the dim lighting. Just ethereal. he wouldn't be surprised if you were a deity—wouldn't hesitate to build up your pantheon.

"You're beautiful, sweetheart." He whispered unintelligibly, but his tone oozed adoration.

"Hm?" You reply, a smile adorning your face. through the dark lighting, you swear his face flushes cherry.

It is platonically directed at reader but can be read as romantic too :3

General

☆ Eddie loves cartoons. looney toons in particular has a special place in his heart, so if you ever get a nickname from him it's sure to be a reference to it!

☆ This guy will eat anything 😭😭 if you drop/leave your food unattended, he WILL eat it. On the plus side, if you don't like something he will gladly take it off your hands.

☆ In accordance with this, it doesnt take long to realize the man has a huge oral fixation. Its the only reason he smokes tbh.

☆ He carries candy, sunflower seeds, etc inside the compartment that should hold his license.

☆ He cannot legally drive

☆ if he isn't listening to metal he is listening to punk music, and his fav punk band is suicidal tendencies :3

☆ He has dyscalculia

Physical

♪ He is very physically affectionate.

♪ His favourite thing to do ever is to kiss the top of your head—platonically or not, he loves kissing the people he adores. However, he always asks first just in case you're not cool with that

♪ Because of the oral fixation he will nibble you, your clothes, himself.

♪ Has a bad habit of chewing on his hair and nail beds (Hes lwk like a dog when you think about it)

♪ He surprisingly doesn't smell too bad. His hygiene is pretty normal.

♪ He smells like cheap drugstore cologne with an underlying hint of weed because of being around it so often

Weird miscellaneous things i think he would be into (none of this is sexual hes js a freak for the love of the game🥹✌🏾)

→Loves watching you change, he thinks you look like a statue, or a piece of art when you do. One of his top three favourite sounds is clothes hitting the ground.

→Hes into shotgunning beer, weed, etc.

All I ask (sanji x gn! Reader)

(!!As always my reader is implied to be black unless otherwise stated!!)

YAYY MY FIRST ASK!!! :3

thank you anon for this amazing request—sorry it took longer than i thought it would!! :'3

Here you go though

Sanji brushing your hair was a much cherished part of the day, one of your favourite parts if you had to pick. Being a later addition to the straw-hat crew, it took you a bit to adjust to their antics but you grew to love it passionately. You bonded with all of the straw-hats but they could clearly tell, though subtly that you had a favourite, and it seemed to everyone he enjoyed you just as much. On occasion, while everyone else goofed off or tended to their hobbies, you quietly basked in his presence as he cooked or went grocery shopping on the island you shopped at. Sanji, being the chivalrous man he is would pepper you in questions—his love language of acts of service always in full swing. You'd deny or wave him but overtime it developed into you asking him small favours to keep him placated, such as this one and you'd reciprocate by leaving little encouraging notes as well as helping keep his knives sharp.

"Okay, now tilt your head up a bit for me please."

You comply with ease.

Sanji's smooth hand rested on the back of your neck softly while the other combed through your hair. His touch, gentle yet firm as though sifting through your thick hair to get it right without hurting—if by chance you were tender-headed, was his destiny.

"Ah, my love that is perfect." He praises, and you bite down a smile.

"Sanji," You said thoughtfully. "You're really good at this."

"Thank you, mon chou." He replied, a smile brandishing on his face. You furrow your brows in thought as he starts to section your hair out, deftly working it into exactly the way you usually do. The Thousand-Sunny seemed to move in time with his tempo

"Seriously though, how do you know how to like do this?" You question, your hands running in sync across your legs.

"Ive always enjoyed it, but Robin gave me a couple of books to help supplement it. I also had to learn how after Usopp broke his arms a while back."

You grin.

"Makes sense."

Finally, he finished, uncrossing himself the floor of your room. He reaches out, pulling you up in one fell swoop. His ocean blue eyes crinkle with affection, and you reach out to move a stray hair back into place.

"Thanks," you chirp in gratitude, wrapping your arms around his waist and his face dusts pink as his feet lifts off the ground slightly.

"Anything—I mean anytime." He stammers.

Fluff; gender/pronouns not mentioned. Reader is slightly awkward idk

Woke up at 12 am to make this :'3 its now 2 something so pls bare with me if its awful. Also it's so short.

Steve pulls your hands up to his face as he examines your hands. his eyes follow each sequined nail.

"Wow, babe. You've really outdone yourself this time." A big smile unfurls across your face.

"Thank you. I wanted to do a Rainbow Brite themed set this time." You beam at his praise and he presses a small kiss to your knuckles.

"Well that certainly was a good choice." He pauses, looking up at your attire. You peer back, wiggling your eyebrows. He chuckles, "they suit you."

"We should get a matching set someday, Steves." You suggest and he hums thoughtfully.

"Only if i get to pick." He grins, letting one of your hands go as he taps his face in thought.

"Sure," you say amusedly. "What d'ya got in mind."

He squints, seemingly contemplating.

"What about He-man?" he jokes. "Pretty macho. Plus he's got a tiger."

"Hell naw, I wouldn't be able to take it seriously because of his fuck ass bob." You snort and he rolls his eyes in fake offense.

"Wow, fine then." He pauses, grinning as he runs a hand through his hair.

"How 'bout we do teenage mutants instead." He muses.

You nod, your hand squeezing his affectionately before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Fluff! - reader and steve are roommates and act very domestic

I might make a pt.2 or redo this to be more concise if yall like it :3

This is my first actual x reader fic and i didn't spell/grammar check so pls be kind (constructive crit is encouraged):

"Ugh! I'm so tired" You exclaim, shambling as if drunken as you close the door to the apartment you spent most of your free time, falling back ostentatiously onto the pleather red couch. Though dramatic, you seem to have an excuse considering you just finished your shift at the local factory. You complain loudly and in detail, almost as if you are a radio star talking to an audience. Almost instantaneously, you sink into the cool, cracked pleather with a tired sigh.

Glancing around, you mutter under your breath about how embarrassing that could've been if someone saw you. Thankfully, you were alone with your antics. While you would never feel embarrassed about your more theatrical mannerisms, you never really felt like letting other people see this side of you, preferring to be viewed as mysterious—or at least quiet and thoughtful. Outside of your nonconformist outlook on life you just wanted to go unnoticed. Well, at least outside being with him.

Your once slightly awkward acquaintanceship with Steve Harrington blossomed into a very close friendship after your parents' kicked you out a semester before graduating year. Being a dear friend of Robin, he offered you a temporary place to stay until you could get onto your feet.

A few months later however, you both found it to be in the best interest of you both if you stayed as a permanent roommate, with him being wary of rooming with someone unknown. You agreed, as you felt comfortable with him—and the idea of splitting the rent in half sounded enticing to your wallet.

Snapping out of your reminiscing, you grab the copy of Don Quixote you had placed earlier onto the coffee table. As you flip through the pages making not-so-silent commentary about the knight's antics, you briefly pause self-consciously as you realize before chiding yourself.

"Ugh, stop being such a prude. God forbid someone wants to talk to themself every once in a while." You scoff.

"Besides...Einstein did."

You pause, furrowing your brows.

"Probably."

At this, the door opens, a gangly figure stepping in. He brushes his hair out of his face tiredly as he glances to you on the couch, a smile creeping onto his face."

"Hey there bookworm, how long have you been home for?"

Steve greets, his jacket tossed across the armrest with a thump.

"A little bit. Not too long."

You murmur, too engrossed in your book.

"That's not vague at all."

he replies dryly before ambling his way to the fridge. He rummages through for a bit before sighing, his head cocking towards you.

"I don't feel like eating leftovers from a week ago so I'm gonna pick up a pizza. You wanna come?"

"Sure."

——————

Hopping into his beamer, you put your seatbelts on with a click, and you're on your way. With one-hand precariously on the wheel and the other on the arm rest, Steve drives in comfortable silence. His sepia-toned eyes flickers to your face, eyebrows raised in quiet curiosity.

"So," He murmured, breaking the silence "How'd work go? You seem tired."

"It was alright. same old, same old." You reply, your eyes meeting his with a brief smile

All that energy from earlier was gone and replaced with calm serenity. You felt his free hand brush your elbow, thumb softly stroking your skin and you lean instinctually into his touch.

"How 'bout you Harrington," you whisper with a yawn. "You been making bank today or nah?"

He rambles on and you start to feel drowsy, the combination of the day and everything else lulling you to sleep until you wake up from the sound of a car door slamming and the scent of cheese pizza.

Mumbling tiredly, you shuffle to the door, unlocking it and pushing it open as Steve sets the pizza down onto the counter.

Steve peers at you from his peripheral with his big brown eyes as you both wash your hands and dig in, you two slumping back onto the couch.

"Yawn."

You practically have your face in your plate and he reaches over to push your forehead up, brushing your braids out of your face and to the side.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." He responded, the corner of his mouth quirking up as he deftly takes both your plates, setting it onto the coffee table. He then snakes his arms around your middle, pulling you closer, and you shift to where your face burrows into his neck, the scent of cologne and warm skin making you feel safe.

"Mm."

You sink into his touch, his hands rubbing soothing circles down your arms before he leaves a small kiss on your head as you both nod off to sleep.

Sanji is pretty flirty in general but i think for the reader he would have to really lay it on thick 😭😭

☆ He's constantly doing things for you—creating dishes and drinks themed after you, buying you gifts that he knows you'd love or just some little trinkets he'd happened to come across.

"You bought me a pocket knife?"

"Well, I thought that the marbling on the sheath went beautifully with your eyes."

☆ He likes to take your hand as you climb off the ship, to which he ends up pressing soft kisses to as you explore the island you stopped at.

☆ Sometimes if he flirted with you, you'd return his energy and he would turn into a hot mess with his face all red.

☆ Robin and Nami were the first to notice, with his usual hitting on them becoming less and less. They kinda would run off to leave ya'll alone but overtime when they realized how oblivious you were, they would just point out how enamored he was, which you denied, though you really wanted it to be true.

☆ In battle, you tend to be the first he goes to check up on. He has full confidence in your skills—he justs wants to make sure you're not hurt.

☆ When word got out to everyone about how clueless you were they would hint at it. Some days it got to a point when even Luffy wanted to hurl himself into the sea from how dense you were.

☆ Sanji meanwhile continued to do overly romantic stuff like taking you on midnight walks on starry nights. At that point it was so frustrating to see how oblivious you were day to day they just gave up, until a few months later after dinner Sanji just flat out told you how he felt.

Based off of a line i wrote in an angsty fic so ig its a prequel.

Reader has acrophobia and eddie helps them out.

No usage of y/n and eddie might be ooc but whatever.

!!not proofread!!

Its the first day of school—well for your junior year anyways. You grasp your schedule tightly, nervousness curling in the back of your mind. Though you weren't new, your sense of direction was awful. But you could almost swear that it read your next class upstairs. That wouldn't be a big deal if you didn't have the worst case of acrophobia ever—gosh, even setting foot in your small second story mall would make you freeze up in fear. How you managed to make it this far was beyond you.

The clock ticks as your new teacher drones on about the syllabus and you make contact with your seat-mate. She yammers on about how strict she planned on being this semester and he gives you a look that seems to say "This is gonna suck". The corners of your mouth twitch up into a smile as you take in his appearance. He had shaggy brown hair that haloed his face, which gave way to a big, rounded nose and even bigger brown eyes. He wore on a guitar pick necklace and black sabbath tee with the sleeves hacked off, which you felt made sense with his whole vibe. Various rings adorned his hands.

As you guys chat, you find out his name—Eddie Munson, a name that seemed familiar but you couldn't place it.

"Don't we have like two other classes together?" You question, and he nods, his hand toying with his necklace.

"Yeah, I think you sit behind me in the first one." His eyes light up in recognition and he affirms with a smile.

Talking with him seemed to make the time fly by quicker, and before you knew it the bell rung. You grab your bag, and your eyes dart to the schedule. You stop in your tracks as you remember where it is. A nauseating wave of fear washes over you as you weigh in your mind how you'll even make it up there. The class empties and soon it's just you and eddie. He glances at you, hands tapping on the desk beside him.

"What class d'ya have next?" He inquires, eyes roaming over your face. He surveys the unease in your expression and his smile faded, now replaced with concern.

"Hey, are you alright? You look like you just saw a ghost."

You nod, plastering a disingenuous smile on your face. He sees through your facade, and with the bluntness of a dull knife asks you to tell him what the hell was going on. From the look on his face it feels like you won't be able to lie your way out.

Your hand fidgets with your zipper as you explain.

"I have a class upstairs, and I'm afraid of heights. Like...deathly afraid."

You mumble quietly, your eyes looking anywhere but his. You expect him to laugh, ridicule you. Like every one else did. You were almost grown but you can't even make it up the stairs by yourself. What a loser. To your surprise, Eddie doesn't say anything, and he rises out of his seat. He takes your hand, peeling away the paper, slightly damp from nerves. He studies it for a moment.

"I guess we have one more class in common." He walks out, motioning you to follow him, and you do, confused by the turn of events. You tail him to the stairs, freezing abruptly. He glances back at you, studying you silently. Shame and fear wash over you simultaneously and you grimace.

"Go ahead, i'll meet up—" before you could finish, he interrupts you. He offers you his hand sheepishly.

"Here, would it help to hold my hand while we go?" Eddie clears his throat, his other hand curling around a strand near his face.

You stare blankly, momentarily stunned before nodding. A breath you didn't know you were holding escapes your lungs as your hand intertwines with his.

"Thank you." You whisper softly, your voice laced with gratitude and you glimpse the dusting of pink on his face.

"Mhm." He chews his bottom lip, and the two of you walk up the stairs together. You tremble on the way, but the fear subsided as he squeezed your hand, his rings leaving comforting indents in your palms. As you both make it to your class, he lets go gently. Suddenly, a mischievous grin appears on his face.

"Oops, I think I mixed up my room number." Eddie says innocently and you realize he lied about having this one. His gaze sobers up before you can comment on it.

"You got it now?" He murmurs, and you nod.

"Thanks, again." You sigh, defeated but not unhappy with the turn of events. You pick at your jacket; he only smirks in response.

"Mhm, anytime." He answered. As you both depart he blurts out abashedly.

"If you want me too, I wouldn't mind uh, walking you again tomorrow. Or whenever."

You pause, looking back at him and your heart beats a bit harder.

"Okay."