Eddie Munson As Your Boyfriend! Headcanons!

ajax x reader where he accidentally stones her and he feels really bad but reader comforts him??? 🫶

No Judgment

Pairing(s): Ajax Petropolus x Reader

Warning(s): Light swearing, Fluff, Reader loves plants - I know very little about plants, Drug mentions.

I couldn’t wait til Friday, so have this now 🤗

Further Notes: I don't know how this became so long, but it did. You put this one thought into my head anon and then bam, ideas flew. I hope that you enjoy the outcome of your prompt, if you don’t please don’t hold back - tell me - and I’ll have another go :)

Word Count: 1,384

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FOR some reason unbeknownst to him, Ajax's snakes had been restless for the last few hours.

The entire way through his last lesson of the day - botany - he had to keep carefully rearranging the blue beanie that rested on top of his head, tugging at the front and sides to ensure that everything remained covered.

Their continued activity was causing Ajax a headache, the boy grimacing as they only became more and more energetic in their movements.

Being his friend and partner in the class, you had promptly noticed his struggle and subsequent embarrassment, sending the gorgon a kind, reassuring smile to hopefully make him feel at ease. Gratefully, he gave you a smile back, making sure the material still covered past his ears at all times.

Miss Thornhill proudly stood in front of everyone, some type of deadly plant in hand, explaining a new partnered project that the entire class would be undertaking over the next few weeks.

“I feel like we’ve got an unfair advantage, with your rather astute connection to plants and all,” Ajax whispered, “I’m not complaining though, I’ll take any advantage towards a grade I can get.”

On the surface, your powers seemed underwhelming and incomparable to the talents other students at Nevermore harboured, but the deeper you delved into your abilities, the more handy they become.

You had the ability to manipulate the Earth. The power essentially to create all types of plants on command and make them grow or wilt, to puppeteer them to move around like animals to do your bidding, and give them the strength and protection to never be fully destroyed.

“The only reason that we’re friends in the first place is because you enjoy aspects of a certain plant in particular a little too much Ajax, and can exploit my abilities to get it,” You replied incredulously, only teasing the boy, “We wouldn’t have interacted otherwise.”

“That is so not true!” Ajax quickly responded, before jokingly teasing you right back, “It is however a very appreciated bonus that accompanies the simple pleasure of your company.”

You swatted at his chest lightly, rolling your eyes fondly at him. “We can get started on this later on today, it won’t take us - well me - long at all.”

As quickly as was possible after class ended, Ajax hurried back to his room, his snakes somehow managing to slightly slither out every now and then despite the boy maintaining a very tight grip on his beanie. Students stared at him weirdly as he passed them in the hallways, Ajax maintaining eye contact with nothing but the floor as he scurried down the corridors.

When he eventually made it, he slammed his bedroom door shut behind him, in his haste forgetting to lock it.

His snakes were getting borderline irritable at being stuck under the beanie at this point, so Ajax hurried around the room, rapidly covering any kind of reflective surface he could see with any opaque material he could get his hands on.

Taking a deep breath he removed the item of clothing, allowing his snakes to finally breath in the cool air. They danced together on top of his head, intertwining with one another as they happily tussled about.

Ajax sighed, relief coursing through his body as the tension that had been brewing in his head diminished.

“You’re so annoying,” He exasperatedly breathed out, his snakes recoiling slightly at his words before resuming their movements, “So annoying.”

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You watched as Ajax fled from the classroom the moment class was over, collecting your belongings before trying to follow after him, not wanting the boy to be alone when you know that there’s definitely something wrong with him.

The first stop you made was the pentagon shaped courtyard, hoping to see Ajax there. When you saw that he wasn’t however, your eyes brows furrowed in confusion, immediately turning around to leave.

“Hey! Are you not joining us today?”

“I’ll be back in a bit, got to go find Ajax to discuss our project.”

You hurried away from the group. Chances are that if he’s not in the courtyard, then he’s gone back to his room.

Whilst speed walking down the numerous hallways, you noticed something on your palm. Turning your hand over, you found a little plant that you must’ve subconsciously grown from you worrying about your friend. You reached out, gently running your fingertip against it’s stem, the plant daintily shaking one of it’s leaves back at you, almost like it was introducing itself.

“Hey little guy.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a girl watching you, her gaze extremely judgmental as she stared between the little green thing in your hand and you. Hastily, you walked past her, turning a few more corners before you found yourself outside of Ajax’s room.

Not realising that you were going to walk in, and you being so focused on the little plant resting in the middle of the palms of your hands that you were oblivious to Ajax’s current state, you were doomed from the very moment you stepped foot into his room.

“Ajax, look at this! Isn’t he cute?” You innocently asked, lifting your head to look at your friend, the gorgon reflexively turning around to you at the sound of his name.

“No, don’t look!” Ajax abruptly shouted, although it was already too late.

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YOU regained feeling in your limbs a couple of hours later, still standing in the same position as you had been when Ajax had turned around.

Blinking, you provided your stinging eyes with the relief they so desperately desired. Every muscle in your body ached as you became aware of your surroundings.

Ajax sat on the end of his bed, head in his hands, feeling too embarrassed and guilty to even look at you when he heard you moving.

You had immediately put two and two together, knowing from the moment you became friends that there was a possibility of something like this happening one day.

“Ajax,” You started softly, tentatively walking aver to him before placing your hand comfortingly on his shoulder, “It’s okay.”

His body jerked slightly, his shoulders raising up and down underneath your outstretched hand.

“Are you— Are you crying?” You gently asked, not wanting your friend to feel like you were teasing him in any way, shape of form for the emotion he was trying so hard to control, “Ajax?”

His little sobs intensified, the sound breaking your heart. You removed your hand from his shoulder, instead wrapping it around him and pulling him into your body, Ajax resting his head on your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” His broken voice whispered to you, “So, so sorry.”

“No, don’t be silly,” You practically cooed, “You’re already forgiven Ajax.”

“I literally turned you to stone, I’m a shit friend.”

“I barged into your room unannounced, if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s my own.”

He sighed, but his eyes slowly began to stop leaking, his chest resuming its usual breathing pattern.

You manoeuvred your bodies so that you were now lay down on his bed, Ajax lying on your stomach with his arms wrapped around your torso, you with your arms encircled around his shoulders, freeing your hands to rub comfortingly at his back.

It was silent for a while whilst the two of you just lay there, Ajax’s body tired from his rush of emotions, and your own weak after being tensed for so long.

“I just feel so useless,” The boy opened up to you, “I can’t even control my own snakes.”

“They are a handful, I’ll give you that,” You responded, the snakes hissing more intently from underneath his beanie making him shush them and you let out a laugh, “But they’re a part of you Ajax, and they’re only protecting you.”

He listened intently to your words, your voice calming him more than anything.

“Now, how about we forget all about what just happened, forget about the botany project for the time being, and just get stoned?” You suggested, retrieving the required object from your inside blazer pocket and holding it out towards him.

One of Ajax’s snakes slithered it’s scaly head out from underneath his beanie at your words, hissing happily at the prospect of stoning someone.

“I definitely didn’t mean by you buddy.”

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.

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.

Just Eddie😍

Sebastian Stan at the Primetime Emmy Awards Performers Nominee Reception in LA.

when eddie has a bad day he doesn’t get high or drunk. instead, he goes back to you.

you know immediately something’s off from the way his shoulders are dropped and his eyes lack their usual glint. you ask him what’s wrong and he shrugs so, with a small and understanding smile, you take his hand to lead him to the bathroom.

you turn the shower on while he undresses and instead of having it at the highest temperature, you make it lukewarm. just how he likes it.

you drag the soapy sponge all over his body and wash his hair while you hum lowly. it’s not rock nor metal, it’s probably something sugary and romantic that eddie wouldn’t be caught dead listening to. unless you’re in charge of the music while he drives, of course.

you’re gentle when you tilt his head back so the water gets rid of the shampoo. you’re always soft with him, it makes him want to cry. he hopes the water camouflages the tears and he swallows down the lump in his throat, and as soon as you put the conditioner on his ends he pulls you into a tight hug.

he hides his face in the crook of your neck, smears a small thank you kiss there. you stroke his back. when he lets go, because you’re never the first to escape his grasp, you kiss his nose then his lips.

you get into your bed together after the shower. your hands apply your special hair oil on him then guide him to lay on his side. sometimes he holds you close, other times you hold him.

maybe then he smokes a blunt or drinks a beer. maybe not.

°•☆So tasteful☆•°

♦️ Mob! Bucky Barnes x Chef! Reader ♦️

Your baked treats are suspiciously good and it attracts the mob boss’ attention.

CW: fluff, humor, obsession, meet cute, smitten Bucky, grumpy Bucky

Words: 750

A/N: Engagement is so low these days, I might not bother writing more, but I still really liked this idea, so here we go with this drabble ^^

Bucky Barnes masterlist || Part 2

Bucky hates these meetings.

When he took over the organization, he didn't think there'd be so many pleasantries involved. 

While he knows some degree of diplomacy is required, he expected a lot less talking and a lot more killing. That at least, he can't mess up. It is second nature, after all. When the handle of a blade fills his palm, he truly feels home. 

But this… 

It makes the killer in him antsy, restless. What he'd trade for a good, old-fashioned hunt. A worthy chase. He misses it, the thrill that coursed through him whenever he cornered a target. The fear shining in their eyes, the realization there would be no tomorrow…

The prospect makes his blood sing. 

He listens intently to Danny’s report, twirling the glass of brown liquor in his hand. 

"We found out who the mole was." Bucky perks up, his attention fully drawn. Each of his men does the same, their faces tight. The sting of betrayal permeates the air, clogging the room even more than the lingering clouds of smoke. There’s been a rat in their ranks for too long. He's been feeding information to the FBI for weeks, ruining deliveries, delaying shipments. 

Bucky’s mouth twists in contempt as pictures are tossed on the low wooden table brimming with manila folders and half-empty glasses of alcohol.

He takes in the face of the traitor. 

Rumlow. He knows he should have erased every trace of the old organization, but the bastard did good work and never asked too many questions. Turns out it’s because he was too busy running his damn mouth.

"What should we do about it, boss?" Danny asks. 

"Bring him to me. I’ll deal with him myself," he replies without hesitation, emptying his glass to its dregs before clenching his jaw. 

But the unhinged train of Bucky’s murderous thoughts is halted when his gaze lifts to one of his henchman, Leo, humming loud enough for him to hear.

"What are you doing?"

The boy freezes. Dark crumbs line his mouth as he looks at his boss with wide eyes.

A nervous stutter spills from his mouth.

"Just…eating a brownie, sir."

Bucky squints at Leo, a deep scowl scrunching his features.

He slaps the brownie out of the boy’s hand who watches it fall to the floor with a dejected expression.

"Eating a brownie, huh? What do you think this is? The neighborhood bake sale?"

Another subtle moan rises to his left and Bucky’s gaze narrows to yet another one of his henchmen indulging in the sweet delights. 

His voice trembles as he points at the plate of brownies.

"They are really good, sir. You should try one."

"I should-" 

Bucky scoffs, disbelief fluttering through him as he notices how many of the brownies have already been eaten. 

"Whatever. I swear to god if you don’t s-"

The mobster’s irate rant is halted when a brownie is shoved into his mouth by a henchman. Bucky frowns at the audacity, ready to end the meeting and commit murder on the spot, but…then the taste melts on his tongue, sweet and subtle. Heavenly. The scowl on his face eases as anger dissipates. 

"Who baked these?"

"The new chef, sir."

His frown returns. 

"New chef? What happened to the old chef?"

"He was…disposed of when we realized he was lacing the food with poison."

"Disposed of?"

The henchman who spoke shifts awkwardly in his chair.

"You slit his throat, sir."

Bucky nods as slow remembrance sneaks inside his mind. He’s not sure how that memory escaped him. The man screamed a lot. It left quite an impression.

"Right, I forgot that."

The meeting resumes but Bucky’s mind is elsewhere. It’s not often he’s comforted by something as trivial as baked goods. This is uncanny; he needs to inquire more about this new chef.

Their intentions should be gauged anyway. Who knows? Maybe they too, will need their throat slit. 

He’d never slit your throat. Bucky’s sure of that. 

When the mob boss entered the kitchen, his intentions were clear. Interrogate or intimidate, most likely both. But when he gets a glimpse of your angelic face, wrinkled in focus while you cover a cake in chocolate frosting, Bucky feels like he’s being stabbed right through the heart. Over and over again. He could have collapsed right here and then. 

And when you lift your head to smile at him - the most gorgeous smile he’s ever seen - Bucky knows he’s fucking lost. 

Instantly, he knows, he needs to have you, no matter what it takes.

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hold me close

or: eddie letting you wear his accessories during sex !

a/n: soft sex ! so very soft n loving. just an all around good and emotional tear-filled time. / 0.9k words

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the process is intimate and takes a lot out of him. he’s anxious, you both are. anxious regarding what this might mean for the two of you. what this next step entails. you were so happy when eddie pulled you into his lap and asked you to try something with him, popping the question in between chaste little kisses.

he trusts you and you adore it, accepting each piece with a soft “thank you.” you know how vulnerable he feels without his accessories, you’ve learned to accept that he doesn’t even take them off to shower.

your job is to keep what he gives you safe, wearing his pieces with pride. it drives him crazy, absolutely insane when you look up at him through your lashes like that. thanking him for laying his claim on you. for giving you the most important parts of him.

he’s never done this with anyone before, never trusted anyone enough to share this part of himself. you’ve come to learn that each ring means something much deeper to him, deeper than you previously thought. you want him to be comfortable, want him to know how much you love him, how much this means to you.

the guitar pick necklace goes first, he slips it onto you once he’s got your shirt off, cooing at the way the charm settles in the valley of your breasts. the chain in cold against your skin, eliciting goosebumps that he rubs away with his warm hand. you hook your fingers into the front of his t-shirt and pull him forward, placing a soft peck on the tip of his nose.

eddie giggles at the kiss. and you feel like your heart may give out. it’s a sweet little sound, so innocent. you peck his lips next, basking in the way his mouth curls up into a giddy smile. “thank you eds” you tell him, fiddling with the chain.

he kisses down your sternum next, rubbing circles into the fat of your hip with his hand. he moves onto his rings, crucifix on your pointer, then the pig skull on your middle. he slides the thick metal onto each digit with a small peck to your nailbeds.

you giggle at the gesture, shivering from the ticklish feeling. they’re a bit big on you, the heavy steel charms give into gravity and slip to hang towards the ground. in a burst of confidence, you take both of your ringed fingers and play at the seam of his mouth, urging him to open up.

eddie surprises you, he nips and sucks at the tips of your digits with a grin, sighing at the weight of them on his tongue. you gasp at the wet feeling, gazing up at him from where you lie on your back. he sucks you in all the way to the top end of the matching bands, pulling back and reaching to part your fingers in a V-shape.

he flicks his tongue back and forth between the gap, winking at you.

you inhale sharply, growing hot at what the gesture insinuates.

“perv” you mumble, earning a snicker from the man above you.

eddie’s shirt is next to go, meeting yours in a pile at the foot of his bed. you hook your sticky fingers into the waist of his pants and wiggle them down, helping him get each leg out.

you’re both down to your underwear now, sinking into the plush of his mattress in a loving kiss. you revel in the intimacy of it, how pure his love is for you, how safe you feel in the arms of a man sent to you by the angels above.

the skull ring goes next, the one and only piece of memorabilia he has from his father. you gasp as he slides the jewelry onto your opposite thumb. it fits perfectly around the length of your thickest finger.

“eds..” you whisper, tone wavering. “are you sure bub?”

he smiles down at you, expression pure and full of love.

“why wouldn’t i be?” he assures you.

your bra and panties go next, then his boxers, discarded to the depths of his bedroom floor. you’re grinding up against each other now, grazing your leaking core over his pulsing cock. eddie gasps, little pitiful whines and groans into the fold of your neck, practically sobbing at the stimulation.

it’s what he does next that breaks your heart.

eddie pulls away from you, kneeling tall over your form. you still at the show of dominance, reveling in the way his firm body towers above everything in your line of sight. he brings his hands to his chest and removes the last piece of jewlery. his mother’s ring.

he shushes you before you can protest, slipping it onto your ring finger, eyes never leaving yours. he’s shaking, you realize.

you know what the gesture means. you know exactly what he’s saying when he presses his lips to the gemstone.

your lip wobbles.

“promise me” he pleads. you realize what he’s asking.

“wanna leave this town someday, gonna take you with me.”

you nod , pulling him down so he’s laying on top of you, forehead to forehead. he doesn’t need to say what the gesture implies, you already know.

“f’course sweet boy.” you tell him. basking in the warmth of his body held tight against yours. he goes lax at the admission, reassured by your response. you hear him sniffle.

“you don’t even need to ask eds.”

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.