Delicateflappizzaplaid - E.

I hope you find the type of love in life that makes you feel at ease. I hope birdsong will sound like music to you again. I hope your home is warm during the winter and cool in the summer. I hope people smile at you enough. I hope you wake up curious for what's to come. I hope you listen to your body's aches as signals instead of mere hindrances. I hope that when you reach out, there's a hand to grasp onto. I hope that when you laugh, bursts of happiness accompany the sound. I hope you live a life where today is just as exciting as tomorrow. I hope you don't feel guilt over moving on from the things that were your fault. I hope you rest well. I hope you eat enough. I hope you hold your hopes tightly. I hope you allow them to transform into dreams. I hope your dreams come true.

Young Dusty

You flower, you feast...

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Ajax Petropolus Relationship Headcanons

Fandom: Wednesday

When you make out, or really any time you're close enough his snakes like to join in showing you affection, whether his beanie is off or just one or two peaking out, they will bonk against you or try twisting into your hair.

For the longest time Ajax was embarrassed and tried stopping them so you didn't think he was weird, you told him you found it cute and he was so flustered.

No concept of personal space, he loves holding you, sits pressed against you with one arm around your lower back, loves having you sit on his lap, so much casual intimacy.

This boy is smitten, looks at you with stars in his eyes and will shoot up and leave Xavier behind the moment he sees you.

Wants to be king of good morning texts but it's more frantic afternoon texts.

Always tells you goodnight and will type out his morning text for you because he thought of something cute then totally forget to send it in the morning, realizes hours later when he's sad you didn't reply.

He keeps candy you like in his pockets or backpack, you'll be sitting together and suddenly just pulls out a few or a little baggie to share with you.

Torment him with cinnamon candy and Red Hots please.

He hates hot candy and doesn't understand why anyone wants to eat that. Sour candy fine, but why cinnamon hots.

But he also loves kissing you and wont turn that down even if his eyes are watering because you're cruel and purposely chowed a handful of the candies before sticking your tongue down his throat.

When you turn away he literally has tears pricking his eyes and he's trying so hard to be brave and Xavier's laughing at him.

Even though Gorgons are taught not to engage and start conversations, he has so much to say.

He's used to not talking a whole lot and being quiet, but he really wants to ramble and with you encouraging him to talk he finally goes off on a tangent about something on his mind then gets a little embarrassed he just did that.

But you tell him he's so cute and that you like listening to him talk. Cue flustered baby boy and his snakes sensing something's up and getting more excited trying to wiggle free.

Watching snake charmer videos on youtube and learning to copy it on a flute to surprise Ajax and see what happens.

His snakes are already pretty charmed with you, as smitten as he is, but you start playing and they kind of sway rhythmically while watching you and you cheer swearing it worked.

Ajax thinks you're too cute, he can't take how much you like him AND his snakes.

Please help him study. He bums off Xavier so bad for tests, if you can help he'll be grateful. If you can't help, well now Xavier has to put up with both of you. Bless him.

Loves gaming with you, will totally kick Xavier out of a co-op to have you with him then go begging for forgiveness for cheating on his bro.

Will talk about "the bro code" then drop everything to run after you like a puppy. Does not see the irony.

If you're competing in something he will cheer you on, if you kick his ass he will tell you how hot that was.

Swings your hands when you're walking together.

He has a ton of dumb sayings shirts and thinks they're great, will totally get you a matching one.

If he stones you by accident he is so apologetic and freaking out thinking you'll hate him and his snakes, even his snakes are droopy seeing you as stone.

Milkshake dates in Jericho sharing a single glass in an old diner with two straws.

Kissing his nose all the time and getting it back when one of his snakes gently nips yours.

He listens to Queens of the Stone Age and never realized the name until you pointed it out.

Playing with his hair isn't really an option besides the nape of his neck while making out, but you enjoy twining your fingers through his snakes while his head is resting on you.

Has stoned himself far more times than he wants to admit and you've learned that if he gives you an absolutely ridiculous excuse for what happened, that's probably it.

Maybe idk if this is a kink but I know Eddie’s loud so maybe something where you’re over and can’t get enough of him so you’re giving him his like 5th blow job and he has to be quite bc Wayne’s home and you know he can’t really 🙈🙊

Apparently it’s my thing now to make Wayne uncomfortable. Sorry Mr. Munson.

“Baby”, Eddie whines, grabbing at your shoulders to pull you up. “C’mon, we can’t.”

You pout up at him, hand snaking it’s way into his boxers to free his cock, “but I want you.”

He chuckles, “you had me all day. Multiple times.” He gasps as your hand wraps around his cock, stroking up to the tip slowly. “We can’t.”

“Why?”, you grumble. Your tongue pokes out to dip into his slit to lap up the bead of precum pooling there, moaning at the taste.

“Because—fuck. Because your mouth is too fucking good and I won’t be able to keep quiet. Wayne’s home now.”

“Sounds like a challenge to me.” You hold him at the base as your tongue swirls over the head teasingly. If you’re going to get him to be as loud as possible, you’ve gotta tease him a bit.

He whimpers as you run your tongue along the sensitive underside, coming back up to suckle on the head. You smear wet, sloppy kisses over the crown, smirking as you watch his hips twitch up to get you to take more of him.

You ignore him, fist stroking lazily over him as you pull back and spit on the ruddy tip. He gasps, a low moan escaping him as you slick the wetness over his length.

“Please”, he begs. His hands twitch at his sides, wanting nothing more than to grab your head and shove you down into his cock.

“Please what?”, you ask, looking up at him as you smear another kiss on his tip.

“Please suck me.” His hands wind themselves into your hair, gently pushing the strands off of your face so he can get a better view.

“I’m getting mixed signals here. First you say we can’t”, you twist your fist around the crown, earning a low moan from Eddie. “And now you’re begging me to suck you off?”

“I—I know. I’ll be quiet. Just, please.”

“Doubtful”, you mumble, sinking your mouth down onto his cock until he’s bumping the back of your throat, your nose pressed into the thatch of hair at the base of his cock.

“Fuck”, Eddie practically yells, head thrown back into the wall behind his bed.

You’re using every trick you know to get him desperate to cum, rolling his balls in your palm as the other hand twists as it strokes what your mouth isn’t reaching when you bob up.

You grab his hips, urging him to thrust forward.

“Mmmph”, Eddie muffles his moan with his fist, hips bucking up to fuck his cock further into your mouth.

The wet, dirty sound of your throat being fucked mingle with Eddie’s moans and groans as they bounce off of the thin walls of the trailer.

Eddie’s letting out a constant string of sounds, needy little whines and deep moans spurring you on. It’s not long before he’s grabbing at your hair, muttering “gonna cum, gonna cum, baby.”

Doubling down, you bob and gag on his cock, throat constricting around him, sending him over the edge.

You swallow everything he has to give, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you grin up at him.

“You’re a menace”, he groans, a blissed out expression plastered on his face.

You laugh, swatting at his thigh as you get up. “Need a drink. Someone used my throat as a fleshlight.” You clear your throat, coughing as you leave Eddie’s bedroom and head for the kitchen.

Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, you open it and take a few long gulps.

“Having fun?”, you hear Wayne ask from his spot on the couch.

You jump, spilling water on yourself as you spin around to look at him.

“H-hi”, you say sheepishly.

“Hello.” He stares at you, expression unreadable.

“Oh! Uh, yes. Yes sir. I always have fun spending time with Eddie.”

He nods, “happy to hear it. If you could let my nephew know that these walls are extremely thin, that would be very helpful. ”

Your eyes widen and you sputter, words escaping you as you gape at him.

He turns back to the tv, turning up the volume. “Well, enjoy your evening, young lady.”

“You too”, you mumble, slamming the fridge shut as you scurry back to Eddie’s room.

You could swear you hear Wayne giggle over the sound of the tv.

Of course it’s got the little marshmallows in it Eddie. Uncle Wayne knows how to make hot cocoa ☕️

Percy Hynes White as Xavier Thorpe Wednesday (2022 - )

Can our precious baker dance? ❤️

Pairing: Chubby Baker Bucky x Reader

CW: none.

Bucky can't dance. At all. He's got two left feet and a lifetime of shyness holding him back from dancing.

At least in public anyway.

He loves to dance while baking, usually singing with just enough rasp to his baritone that doesn't matter that he's slightly off key.

It's never anything too intricate, mostly just him swaying his hips, letting the rhythm guide him while he expertly whips up some new concoction.

You discovered his habit one foggy Sunday morning, he had gotten up way too early to make you breakfast, leaving you craving his touch more than you wanted one of his omelets.

You find your baker, dancing in front of the oven, loose grey sweats slung low over his hips. Your eyes drawn to his firm ass swaying back and forth as he hums, adjusting the heat on the stove. Early morning sunlight poured in through the open window, catching the specks of flour scattered across his bare chest and round, soft belly.

"If I knew you going to give me breakfast and a show I would have been down here earlier," you say, biting your bottom lip.

He turns to you, cheeks tinting pink at being caught, a flash of vulnerability darkens his eyes but it's gone the second he sees the way you're gazing at him.

"I um, hey," he laughs out, running his hand across the back of his neck, the adorable blush seeping across his chest. "Mornin' Peach."

"Morning Bucky," you respond softly, strolling towards him, his arms wrapping around you the second you're close enough to touch.

The song changes. It's a favorite of his. And when he dances with you around the small kitchen, moving slow and sweet and sure like he could live in the moment, like this is he dreamed of, this is the only place he wants to be with his large warm hand splayed across your back, his forehead on yours, it becomes your favorite too.

It turns into a tradition. He always wakes up too early. You always find him mid-song and lost in his baking. He always blushes no matter how many times you catch him. He always holds you like you're spun gold, beautiful and delicate and all his.

As much as he cherishes those dances with you, there's one more dance he's been thinking about, one that he's preparing for. He's been imagining it for a long time now, the two of you in the middle of the reception hall, your song playing as he guides you across the floor. He may not be a great dancer, but he's going to make sure that dance is perfect for you.

And then he wants a lifetime or two of early morning dances in the kitchen with you gazing at him with nothing but pure adoration as he tries some new move he learned simply to make you laugh.

°•☆Heavenly Touch☆•°

♦️ Bucky Barnes x Reader ♦️

A/N: Just soft, fluffy blurb of Bucky in the tub getting his hair washed cause I’m in a sappy mood today 😔

Words: 650

Bucky Masterlist

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Few things in the world are as heavenly as your hands on his scalp, Bucky’s sure of it. Not food. Not sleep. Not se…Well, scratch that. 

Being inside you, all tight and warm around him is the best feeling in the world.

But your soft hands…massaging and pressing into his scalp, running through his brown locks with patience and care, it’s a definite close second.

It started simply. You offered to wash Bucky’s hair as it seemed so…greasy. And Bucky got a little embarrassed, because he forgot. He always forgets little things that people do and it’s a good thing you’re there to remind him, to ground him. With you, becoming Bucky Barnes again, finding Bucky Barnes, or at least the shattered pieces scattered through his psyche, feels easier. 

As Bucky slumps backwards in the tub, his thick muscles clench and unclench. Tension melts from his limbs beneath your soft touch. He basks in the tender press of your fingers and his mouth parts, long lashes fluttering closed. A low, sultry hum, veering on erotic, escapes his throat. 

"Guess I’m really hitting your sweet spot, huh?" you tease, pulling Bucky from his trance. 

There’s a rosy hue to his cheeks as he bashfully replies, wet chestnut locks hanging in his face, "Sorry…"

You wrap your arms around his neck and drop a gentle kiss on his broad shoulder. 

"Hey, no need to be embarrassed," you whisper. "I’m glad I can make you feel good."

Bucky sinks into silence. It’s not unusual, when he gets into one of his moods. But there’s a wrinkle in his brow that makes you inquire.

You caress his stubbled jaw. 

"Is there something on your mind?" 

He swallows a deep breath, his blue eyes dimming, shadows engulfing them. 

"I was never touched like that…back there," he whispers, almost too quietly for you to hear. 

You give a slow nod.

He doesn’t need to elaborate his meaning for you to understand he’s talking about Hydra and his time as the Winter Soldier. 

Bucky’s lips tremble as his eyes get glassy. Your stomach knots at the sight. He struggles to get the rest of the words out, his voice breaking. 

"Either I wasn’t touched or…touched in a bad way."

Your insides wrench. He never talks about it. The air in the bathroom is heavier, more stifling as Bucky’s gaze gets lost. For a minute, you lose him, to awful memories, to pain and loss. It’s all written on his face. 

Your chest is hollow as you helplessly watch him go through this. 

Your hands roam over his shoulders as you rest your chin in the crook of his neck. 

"I wish I could say something to make it better."

His big, warm hands cover yours, drawing circles into your wrists, reveling in that simple touch. There’s not a minute together Bucky doesn’t marvel and linger in touching you, smelling you, soaking in your essence.

Like he wants to remember you with just his hands, carve your memory deep in his skin, so it can never be taken.

"You don’t have to," he rasps, brushing his lips against the back of your hands, eyes falling shut. "This…makes everything better." A peaceful lilt courses through his tone. "You make everything better, doll."

Butterflies dance in your belly with his words.

Before you can respond, Bucky suddenly rises from inside the tub. Droplets glisten off his naked, muscular frame, dripping to the floor as he climbs out of the tub. 

A stunned shriek tumbles out of you when he picks you up and swoops you in his arms, careful not to squeeze you too tight with his metal arm.

"Bucky, what are you doing?" you gasp, your gaze widening. 

He sends you a crooked grin that makes your chest flutter. 

"You made me feel better. It’s only fair I make you feel better too, doll," he purrs suggestively, striding to your bedroom with confidence.