When Eddie Has A Bad Day He Doesn’t Get High Or Drunk. Instead, He Goes Back To You.

Percy Hynes White as Xavier Thorpe Wednesday (2022 - )

Osc

#23

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Imagine just being obsessed with biting beefy Bucky. Whenever he’s near by you just want to chomp down on his pretty thicc chest, nibble of the soft flesh on his tummy, corded muscles running beneath, and nip at his thighs. If he walks by you in those slutty tight tshirts of his, there’s definitely teeth marks once he’s past you because you have to sink your teeth into his meaty arms.

It always makes him blush

Imagine he forgets the absolute damage you did to his shoulders and back when he takes his shirt off at the gym only to be met with wide eyes and smirks and high fives, bites and bruises decorating his tan skin. He doesn’t get it until he hits the showers and realizes his little demon of a girlfriend has mauled his back.

On the flip side, imagine you’re not actually together and you just playfully bite his shoulder whenever he’s near by. It makes him so shy and flustered, gently stroking his ego because you love how big he is.

Those pictures made me FERAL. Iykyk.

reader inviting friends in her house and getting drunk and once her friends leave one of her siblings (maybe another character) calls eddie because reader fell asleep while sitting on a chair and her head on the table and their sibling cant carry them and when eddie arrives he carries reader to her bedroom then before eddie leaves he gives a forehead kiss to reader and while he was about to walk out reader grabs his hand and begs him to stay with her lol

warnings: swearing, thats it but please tell me if i missed something!

pairing; eddie munson x drunk!henderon!reader

a/n: i had to make dustin the brother because i mean COME ON ITS THE CUTEST ONE!!!

you sat on the couch, singing some song while your friends grabbed the bottle from your hands and put it on the table

you loved inviting your friends over, especially since your mom was either not home or working all day, so why not take advantage?

you usually don’t drink, but after some convincing, your friends got you to drink and have fun. which they now regret seeing how wasted you were 

dustin usually came home late, your friends got up and walked out, dustin walked in, smelling the alcohol and seeing your best friend, lora, smiling at him

“have fun with that” she said as she patted dustin’s shoulder and walked out

he closed the door and looked at you, noticing your overly drunken state, “jesus. y/n. how much did you drink” he sighed

“dusty!” you exaggeratedly squealed, “give me hugs!” you said, getting up and running to him with open arms

“no!” he yelled and ran away, “absolutely not. gross”

you pouted, “why don’t you just go to bed” he said and you sat back in the couch, your eyes slowly closing

“not here!—come on, man” he sighed and picked up the phone

soon enough, dustin opened the door, revealing eddie, who quickly walked in to see you sleeping while laying your head on the table

“attacked me with a hug, it was traumatizing” dustin said, screwing his face up at the thought of hugging his own sister, how disgusting

“jeez, must have been a fun night”

“not for me! had to deal with her gross drooling when i was waiting for you. i’m out” he said and went into his room, closing the door as eddie playfully rolled his eyes and walked towards your sleepy self

“baby?” he said as he slightly shook you and you just mumbled, “alright, come on, off to bed” he said, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder as you kept your eyes closed

he placed you on the bed, and couldn’t help but notice your make up. he always liked watching you do your make up, or even remove it. not because he really cared, just liked staring at you, but he learned some things along the way

he grabbed the cotton and make up remover, placing a good amount on the cotton as he began wiping your face. once he was done, he stroked your hair, once he made sure you were asleep, he was about to walk out until he heard a sound. he looked behind him to see you sitting up now

you pouted as you made grabby hands at him, and he just chuckled, going back into your bed and holding you close, as you began falling back into your sleep while holding his hand

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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.