Eddie Munson, Ladies And Gentlemen!

you write eddie really well and i was wondering how you think he would show love without saying i love you

you are so sweet! thank you for the kind words and the cute idea! i wrote this so quickly so i’m sorry if it’s not the best!

warnings: fluff, mentions of crying, contains 18+ content | word count: around 500

i personally think one of eddie’s love languages would be physical touch, especially with his partner. another one that i think he would have is acts of service and doing small things to make your life easier.

he would hold your hand a lot, rubbing his thumb over yours as a silent way of saying ‘i love you’ and reminding you that’s he’s there.

eddie would kiss you any chance he got. not just on your lips but anywhere he could sneak one in. on your forehead while you read a book. on your cheek while you made coffee in the morning. kissing your neck when he laid on your shoulder. he would do it because he loved you and because he knew those small intimate moments meant a lot to you.

i think a big way he’d show love is by having you sit on his lap or insisting you do.

he’d grab you when you walked by, pulling you down onto his legs.

“sweetheart, howd you get there?” he’d joke, craning his neck to look up at you. his hands would rub your leg or your sides. he’d whisper sweet things to you, his hands never leaving your body.

eddie would take special notice of the things you liked. he would do them as much as he possibly could.

he knew how you liked your tea by heart. watching exactly how you made it until he got the method down. now you never had to make it yourself when he was around.

he knew your body better than you ever thought was possible. knowing what made your toes curl and what would win him a sweet moan. taking his time to learn how gentle or firm of a touch you needed to feel good.

“that’s it, baby.” he’d whisper into the shell of your ear. “doing such a good job for me, aren’t you?” he knew all the words that would make you break a little, allowing you to melt into him more and more.

if he noticed you were stressed out or dealing with more than you could handle he would do anything he could to help you.

he’d be gentle with you, not wanting to make you feel pressured to talk to him but still reminding you he was there.

he’d make dinner the best he could (or order in if we’re honest) and be sure to clean the kitchen despite your complaints about wanting to help.

eddie would hold you when it finally got to be to much. letting you get his shirt soaked with your salty tears, rubbing your back and telling you it would all be okay.

he would show love constantly without having to say the words. the best part is that he would do it so well that you would always know he loved you even if he was just holding your hand.

ok but can we talk about how obviously touch starved eddie munson is?

his dad obviously isn’t winning any father of the year awards, and his mom is either dead or gone, and wayne— although he loves eddie— doesn’t seem the type to be overly physically affectionate.

pair this with the fact that eddie has almost always been the weird kid. first he was the kid with the dead or deadbeat mom. the kid from the trailer park, who wore crappy hand-me-down clothes and smelled like cigarette smoke. the kid whose dad taught him to hotwire cars. then he was the kid with a buzzcut who played in a weird “satanic” band and played an even weirder satanic boardgame. then he was the teen who sold drugs, who got detention, who failed senior year twice.

and he’s always been the kid who was bullied. pushed down on the playground. beaten up in the locker rooms. dunked in toliets. nearly run off the road by rich popular kids when he was just trying to walk home to the trailer park. (wayne ends up buying the van from an old friend just to keep eddie a little safer.)

so when he finally makes a few friends, finds a few other outcast souls, he gloms onto them. he doesn’t even realize it half the time, but he’s always slapping gareth and jeff— then mike and dustin— on the back, slinging his arms over their shoulders, ruffling their hair. and sometimes they push him away, roll their eyes, annoyed by his antics, and he has to hide his hurt with another joke and quick smile.

he would be even worse with someone he had romantic feelings for. even if at first he thinks he doesn’t deserve you, doesn’t want to ruin your friendship, whatever, he still wouldn’t be able to stop himself from touching you. tapping your arm to get your attention, letting his fingers linger. playing with your hair, your clothes. knee and thigh pressed into yours while the two of you sit on the couch passing a joint.

and once the two of you actually confess your feelings? game over.

now he’s always holding your hand, leaning into your space. pressing kisses to your fingers, your hair, your mouth, anywhere he can reach. makes you sit on his lap any chance he gets, and half the time it’s not even sexual, he just wants you close. needs you close.

and every time you reciprocate— every time you lean your head on his shoulder while watching a movie, or interwine your fingers with his, or let him be the little spoon, or coax him to lie on the couch with his head in your lap so you can massage his scalp and run your fingers through his hair— eddie feels like crying. feels like he’s going to wake up any moment because this has to be a dream…

anyway…. just thinking some thoughts™️

hi babe!! hope your night is going well or morning or whatever time zone you’re on 😂 could you possibly write just a little blurb or head cannon about cuddling/spooning with joe at night? in need of some serious fluff rn

went with headcanons, hope you like it! <3

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joe's the most cuddly person you've ever met. he wants to cuddle at all times of the day but it even gets worse at night. it's like a switch flips inside him making him go from 'needy' to 'extra needy'

the second it's dark out, you'd find him in bed calling for you with a pout on his face until you give in and join him under the covers

his arms would immediately find your body before you've even settled into a sleeping position.

he'd pull you into him, laying you on his chest and burying your head in his neck. wrapping his arms around you tightly and securely making sure you can't get out of his embrace

he'd have one hand running up and down your back, occasionally would linger on your shoulders too giving them a small deep massage with his skilled fingers, making all the tension you're holding them evaporate from your body

his other hand with be deep in your hair, massaging your scalp and he'd sometimes dip his head down to give yours a few kisses.

if he's spooning you, he'd make it even extra tight. his arms would envelope you from behind, bringing you so deep into his front, you could feel his heart beating against your back

he loves spooning because it gives his hands more space to roam freely. he'd rub your sides and your arms

he'd sneak them into your shirt and run them over your belly and your chest, no sexual intent behind his actions, just a want to touch and feel you closely.

he also loves how spooning gives him all the access to your neck. he'd give you an infinite amount of kisses on the back and the side of it and then he'd kiss up behind your earlobe too.

if he was in one of his silly goofy moods he'd cage you and tickle your sides while you squirm in his arms unable to escape until you accidentally kick him in the balls and his dramatic ass would groan and complain about it all night, telling you that you won't be be able to have kids anymore because you "broke his nepotism bank"

as much as he loves spooning you, he also loves being spooned by you.

loves how you wrap yourself around him from the back and how you bury your face between his shoulder blades, feeling your breath on his skin is one of his favorite things in the world.

he'd run his fingers over your forearms, toy with your fingers and lace them with his. bringing your hand to his lips and kissing all over the back of it then your palm.

you know how sometimes someone hugs you before sleeping then you wake up to them on the other side of the bed? yeah that never happens with joe.

the exact same position he went to sleep in, is the one he'll wake up in so if he's holding you in his sleep, he has a death grip on you. don't even bother moving because it's impossible to get out of his heavy yet comfortable embrace.

Christmas Cookies - Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky notices Reader isn’t feeling the Christmas spirit this year so he does everything he can think of to bring it back to her.

Word Count: 1297

A/n: Day 22 and my little writing challenge is almost over, I’m very surprised I made it this far tbh but I’m also ready for a little break from posting everyday haha anyway that’s enough of me rambling, I hope you enjoy.

Something was wrong, Bucky could tell although he was sure exactly what it was. Two weeks into December and she was still yet to put up her Christmas decorations or even attempt to do anything in the Christmas spirit. Now to others that may not seem like a problem but he knew his girlfriend. Like clockwork he’d come home on December 1st and you could guarantee that the tree would be up, there would be Christmas music playing throughout their apartment and he would find her in the kitchen baking up a storm. This year however there had been none of that.

Now Bucky had let it slide, figuring work was busier for her as it was with most people at this time of year. He had noticed that she seemed to be leaving for work earlier and coming home later than usual so he put it down to her being tired but with one week to go until Christmas, he was finding it harder not to say anything.

So he had a plan, he’d been out and bought all the necessary ingredients to bake the Christmas cookies she always made and more than enough candy to decorate them, he had also picked up some already baked cookies ready to decorate just in case his didn’t go to plan. The first step in his plan though, was to decorate the apartment while she was out at work in hopes that her first steps into the apartment brought back some of that Christmas cheer she seemed to be lacking this year.

“Have a good day doll, don’t miss me too much” Bucky smiles over his mug of coffee as she passes him on her way out of the door. She replies with a wave and a tired smile before the door closes behind her, leaving him alone in the apartment.

With a sigh, Bucky drains the rest of the coffee in the mug and prays that his plan was going to cheer her up as he deposits the mug in the sink and he sets to work pulling the decorations out of the storage cupboard which doesn’t take him long and then all that’s left to do was to get a tree. Hopefully there were still some left this close to Christmas.

An hour later, he’d arrived home with the tree that he considered to be the best of the bunch, it wasn’t perfect but it would have to do. Getting it up to the apartment had been easier than expected but he put that down to the super serum coursing through his veins giving him more strength than the average male, not that it was anything to brag about given things he’d done with said strength that he was only just coming to terms with that were not down to him but more the mind control of Hydra.

Focusing his mind on the more pressing matter of decorating the apartment, he sets about fixing the tree to the base until he’s satisfied that it’s stable enough to not fall over before he finds the boxes of baubles. He knows she has a certain way of how she likes to place them, usually going back to rearrange them a few times until she is happy with the result so Bucky tries his hardest to make sure it looks good. By the time he’s finished he’s sure that the tree is evenly covered with baubles and he has to admit he’s done a better job than he expected to so he moves on to the rest of the decorations, little Christmas trinkets that she always puts out around the apartment.

After he finishes he grabs a quick spot of lunch and then decides to make a start on the cookies so that by the time she gets home they should be cool enough for them to decorate.

Pulling her bag higher on her shoulder, she steps from the lift and out into the corridor leading to the apartment but the moment she nears the door her heart drops, inside she can hear the high pitched screeching of the fire alarm. Scrambling for her keys, she lets herself in and upon opening the door the noise only gets louder. She knows the smart thing to do would be to wait outside maybe call 911 but she doesn’t see any flames only the haze of smoke drifting from the kitchen which is where she runs to but the last thing she’s expecting to see is the window wide open and Bucky desperately trying to waft the smoke away from the smoke alarm in hopes of quieting it. Despite the panic coursing through her she can’t help the smile that lights up her face at the scene in front of her.

Turning to the doorway as if sensing her presence, Bucky’s heart drops. This was not how he had planned to surprise her but the smile on her face is one he’s not seen for a while, too impatient to wait for the alarm to stop, he pulls it from its holder and yanks the batteries from it before he drops it on the counter.

“Thank god” he sighs in relief and the quiet but his ears are still ringing from the sound, “You’re home early” he comments, now making his way towards her and opening his arms as she melts into his hug, feeling the best she’s felt all day.

“Yeah, finished all I had to for the week and boss said I could go early” she hums, pushing her body further into his hold and he tightens his arms around her, “what were you up to anyway” she asks a little while later, her head tilting up so that she could look at him.

Bucky let’s out what sounds like a nervous chuckle, his non-metal hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. “I was baking cookies as a surprise for you” he mumbles as her eyes soften from the curious look she was giving him to one that can only be described as lovestruck. ‘Usually by now you’re in such a festive mood and everything is fun and you’re happy but this year it seemed like all the happiness had been sucked from you and I just wanted to do something to get you in the christmas spirit but I almost burnt the apartment down instead" he pouts, a look he doesn’t often wear but she’s seen enough times.

“You didn’t have to do all that” she says softly, “though I do appreciate it but to me this year just doesn’t feel like Christmas and I don’t know why” she sighs, dropping her gaze and nuzzling her head into his chest.

“Well we have the rest of the afternoon and I have some perfectly good cookies that need decorating if you’re not too tired” Bucky suggests, reaching out to pull her from his chest, his hand just underneath her chin as he tilts her face towards him. Leaning in he places a soft kiss to her lips and he pulls away to find her smiling brightly.

“Let me just get changed and I’ll be right back” she nods, pulling free from him altogether as she heads back towards the living room, towards the bedroom but in the doorway she stops, just now noticing what she had been too distracted to see earlier, “You put up the decorations too” she gasps, her hands coming to rest on her chest and over her heart as she turns back to a smiling Bucky who nods at her words, “I love you” she smiles before rushing off to get changed out of her work clothes, so that she can get back to the man she loves.

You're My Queen

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x plus size!reader

Warnings: Insecurities, self deprecating thoughts.

Summary: It saddened Loki to see you view yourself as anything less than a queen.

Wc: 576

a/n: @lilacprincessofrecovery I am so sorry that it took me so long to get to this, but I had a lot of fun writing for Loki though! I feel like it's always such a nice refresher when I thrown in a character that I rarely ever write for! Thank you so much for your patience, it really does mean everything in the world to me! I hope you enjoy! :]

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Even though Loki came from Asgard, he was an Earth man, through and through, why wouldn’t he be? That was the planet where he had found you. It was a complete accident, at least in your end, bumping into him on the street where he stood with his brother. If you was anyone else, he would’ve snapped on you, but it was as if his words died in his throat, and for the first time in what felt like centuries, the god of mischief, the man that always seemed to have something to say, was rendered speechless. He couldn’t help but let his gaze follow you, even after you apologized to him.

All he could recall from that day was Thor saying, “That’s a good one, brother.”

And a good one you were. At least in his mind. Loki considered you his goddess, a queen that everyone should bow down to and worship for the rest of their days. Sadly, you didn’t see yourself that way. At first, he was angry, angry that these pathetic humans ever dared to talk down to you, to make you feel any less important than you truly were. To him, you were the sun, the moon, the stars, the creator of the universe, the person that made his life make sense, but your insecurities only got worse when you’d visit Asgard.

“Loki…” You said unsurely as you stared at the dress laid out on the bed before you. Even though Loki despised his “family,” it would be the first time that they had met you, and he demanded that you’d have respect. “I don’t think this is going to fit.” Which was a half lie. The gorgeous cloth was intimidating; with beautiful intricate golden details to the corset which was even prettier. To you, you felt as though you had no business wearing something like this.

“Darling,” You heard him state as he walked over to you. “I’ve had that dress made just for you. It is one of a kind.” You shook your head, trying to conjure up any other excuse, but coming up empty handed. “I don’t deserve to wear this.” You said as your shoulders slumped. It was embarrassing really, how harshly you looked down on yourself to the point where you couldn’t allow yourself to enjoy the fact that you were on a whole other planet, let alone dating a god.

He placed his hands on your waist lovingly, turning you around so that you faced him.

“That’s nonsense and you know it.” He said sternly. “You are more deserving than anyone in the cosmos. You have hung the stars, my love.” His hands innocently traced your body, no lust in his intentions as he looked at you earnestly. “You are gorgeous. Perhaps the most enchanting woman I have ever met. It kills me, my sun, to hear you speak of yourself this way.” Your heart beat fast in your chest as his hands cupped your full, rounded cheeks that he adored so much.

“Loki I…” You went to say, but he was quick to cut you off. “No, I refuse to listen to such ridiculous words.” He then in turn, grabbed the dress and handed it to you. “You are my queen, and a queen deserves everything pleasant the universe has to offer, but,” He said with an airy laugh, “A dress is a great way to start.”

And for a moment, you believed him.

JOSEPH QUINN for Esquire Singapore

thinking about how much steve would love pleasuring you. he would barely care about getting himself off when instead he could be making you feel good. it didn’t matter how he did it as long as he got to. his fingers working against your clit, rubbing the cluster of nerves as you threw your head back in pleasure. thick fingers pushing into your entrance, a small gasp leaving him as he felt your walls tighten around him. he’d beg you to let him taste your pussy. wanting nothing more than to burry himself between your thighs and taste you. he liked the warmth you gave off as he worked his tongue against you. your sweet and sticky slick covering his face in a way he would never get used to. he’d be moaning into you when you dripped on his tongue, so thankful you let him do this. he’d kill to watch your face as he pushed into you, the air evading your lungs as you moaned for him. the best part of the experience was feeling your body tense against or around him. he’d love to pull orgasms from you, pink lips parting as he watched your body give into him. he’d love to help you, praising you softly as your orgasm approached. “come on, baby.” hed whisper to you gently. “ah ah don’t fight it, let yourself feel good.” he’d keep his pace steady, doing whatever he knew you needed to finally let go. “there she is, there’s my girl.” he’d softly laugh when you finally did. “felt good didn’t it, honey? i know, i know.” you’d cover your face, embarrassment creeping up on you. steve knew this part was coming, quickly kissing your neck and telling you “this is good for me, would make you cum for hours if you let me, beautiful.” he loved making you feel good, so much so that it made him feel good to do it.