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Pairing: Sheldon Cooper x Reader

Characters: Sheldon Cooper, Leonard Hofstadter, Howard Wolowitz, Raj Koothrappali

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 605

Author: Hannah

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Dating Felix from Once Upon a Time would Include....

The first time you traced the scar on his face he got really choked up

After all his years on Neverland, he wasn't used to positive physical contact, and your touch was so soft that he thought he might explode from an emotional overload

Likes to hold your hand when you're walking

Lunch and dinner dates at Granny's!!!

Holding hands over the table

Sharing fries and milkshakes

He only dances when you're alone

So Granny let's you stay past closing so you can use the jukebox

He's the big spoon most nights

But he also likes to be held by you

It makes him feel safe

His sketchbook is filled with drawings of you

You're his favorite subject

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Felix Imagine Part 1

My first Fanfic on here. idk what I'm doing haha. Hope you guys enjoy

You didn't exactly know how you got there. Having been walking home when a sudden darkness, or shadow, overtook you. When you woke up you were laying against a tree. Sunlight shines through the trees and into your face. With a groan you sat up.

"Wha...?" You wondered looking around at your surroundings

Last thing you remembered was walking down the street. You had finished a small hike to find a geocache that was close to your home. But headed back early upon seeing how far of a hike you would have to take.

Panic started to set in when you realized you weren't home anymore. The sound of birds in nature gave that away. The realization cause you to jump to your feet, instantly getting dizzy.

"Where am I?"

Looking around, you spotted your backpack. Quickly shuffling through, you found your phone. Opening it and seeing you had no service. Anxiety started to hit. Your chest heating up, the world seeming to become numb and exposed at the same time.

You threw your phone in your bag before starting to ground yourself. 5 things you see, 4 things you hear, 3 thing you feel, 2 things you smell, 1 thing you taste. You focused on your breathing while you grounded and felt yourself get a grip on yourself.

As you felt yourself start to improve, you heard a twig snap. Your heart pounded as you snapped your head in that direction. Footsteps could be heard from beyond the bushes. Panic rose again as you grabbed your pack and searched for a place to hide. Opting for a thick Bush by the tree. Diving in as quietly as you could and falling towards the bottom. Mentally hating yourself for not picking a different spot when the uncomfort hit.

"...I'm the one with a better throw!"

"Nu uh!"

'They sound like children' you thought as they argued

"Shut up!"

'Not that one'

You jumped slightly at the voice, mentally cursing when you snapped a twig. The kids continued to argue till the other voice shushed them. Your heart pounded as you closed your eyes and wished to be home.

You let out a sigh of relief when the arguing continued and they kept walking. But the relief was short lived when a pair of hands grabbed your ankle and dragged you out of the bush. You yelped at the sticks and rocks scratching you as you got pulled. The sound seemed to shock the attacker, giving you the chance to kick him in the stomach and launch yourself to your feet.

You threw you backpack on as you ran, clipping it to keep it on. The sound of shouting and running from behind you. You didnt dare look back. You knew from experience to run and dont stop, looking back could trip you up.

Hot tears brimmed your eyes from the anxiety and panic. But the adrenaline kept them at bay as you weaved past the trees. You thought you would get away from them when somebody suddenly appeared infront of you. Not being able to stop yourself, you slammed into them. Giving them the chance to wrap their arms around you and hold you steady.

"Pan!" The voice from before shouted approaching "you got her!"

Having been dragged from you hiding spot, kicking and running away, you hadn't gotten a good look at him. He let out a heave from running. Taking a look at you he slowed his approach. You shyed away at a reply.

"You weren't lying. It is a girl"

You looked up at the person and saw who it was. You had heard of him, the infamous Peter Pan. Never would you have thought him to be real. Henry had tried to convince you when you came to Storybrooke. But you never believed him.

"What do we do with her?" A young child asked looking up to Pan.

"Take her to camp. I need to have a talk with the mermaids" He said causing the boys to swarm you and start tying you up "Welcome to Neverland"

What do you think about dad's best friend Steve and innocent reader? Like Steve's kinda manipulative and hot and reader's too naive and he tricks her into having sex with her, she's reluctant at first but lowkey was always attracted to him so gives in and that results in smutty goodness. Also umm can you throw in daddy kink in the mix as I can't seem to send any requests without including it?😅🤭❤️ I hope it is not too much.🥺 Thank you and loveeeeeeeee you sweetie!!!❤️💞💓

dad’s best friend

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+, age gap, softdark!Steve, possessive!Steve, reader is in her twenties, daddy kink, dirty talk, curse words, smut, come play, unprotected sex

I am about to run wild with this and I love you!!

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Warily you eyed the clock on the wall. The mug in your hands had long since gone cold. It was still half full. The liquid sloshed in the cup with every twitch or awkward shift and there were many. Your father was meant to pick you up from Steve’s almost an hour ago and he still hadn't shown.

“Um,” you called out, “maybe we should text him?”

“We can do,” Steve replied, his voice floating from the kitchen, “but I don’t think it’ll be much use - oh, damn!”

Steve appeared in the doorway, dish cloth thrown over his shoulder and phone in hand. “I asked him to come at eight instead of six. My bad.”

You checked the clock again. It had only just gone ten to seven. You sighed and relaxed back into the sofa. “It’s fine. Do you want help with those dishes?”

You followed Steve back into his kitchen and settled into an easy rhythm; he washed and you dried. The silence was welcome and it was easy to get yourself lost in such a simple task.

Steve had saved your ass today. The rain had been torrential and Steve lived close to your college, almost an entire hour closer than your family. The wasn't normally an issue but it was a weekend and you’d been looking forward to spending it with them. 

Steve’s elbow brushed your arm. “Alright there, doll?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you nodded, “just looking forward to spending the weekend with family.”

Steve’s lips quirked up as he nudged you again. “Am I not family enough for you, doll?”

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye. The blue eyes, dark blonde hair. Broad shoulders and a beard that you wanted to slide your fingers into...sigh. You shook your head. “Sure you are.” and that was the problem.

Steve stared at you for a moment longer. Sometimes it felt as if he was looking right into you, peeling your brain open like a diary and flicking through all your dirtiest thoughts. A shudder ran down your spine and you looked away, embarrassed. God forbid. 

Eventually the sink was clean of dishes. A glance at the clock told you it had only even ten minutes. Taking in a deep breath, you moved to sink back into the couch. 

“Wait a minute,” Steve said, “I’ve got something I want you to take a look at.”

Steve was waiting at the bottom of the stairs and began heading up once you reached him. The walls were devoid of any kind of picture, though there was a chest in the upstairs hall that had a framed photo of him and your father. Steve had always been a great family friend and had spent many a weekend young your house. Now you were wondering what that might have cost him. Had he ever been lonely?

Steve led you into his bedroom and you followed without question. Your cheeks flared at the rumbled bed sheets and you averted your eyes. You felt like a pervert. Steve was stood by the side of his bed. He picked something off of the bedside table and when he turned to show you, your lips parred.

“You remember this?” he said. “Only a year or so old, I think. I’m not usually one for photos but I saw this and - you just looked so beautiful.”

The light gleamed off of the photo, illuminating your grin immortalised by the camera. Steve was right; it was only a year old. You’d been embarrassed and had stopped your family from ordering the photo once the sample had been sent out. Your hair looked a little too frazzled, your grin a little too wide. Apparently that hadn’t mattered to Steve.

“Why do you have that?” you asked. The question sat heavy in the air, weighing you down. You swallowed and your tongue felt clumsy in your mouth.

Steve hummed thoughtfully, turning the photo back to himself and stroking a thumb down the side. The silence was heavy. Then, a slight tilt of his head, and he was looking back at you. “I think you know why, doll.”

A shaky breath shoved its way past your lips and you took a step back. Never had you - there had been looks but - he was your father’s best friend. 

You shook your head. “No, Steve. I - no. It’s just a silly crush --”

“Maybe to you,” Steve interrupted. He discarded the picture on the bed and you watched it bounce. “But not for me. I have loved you for years. Do you know how it felt when - finally - one day you looked at me and it just clicked? You could never have hid how you felt. Not from me.”

“Steve, my dad --”

“Doesn’t have to know,” he spoke quickly. He reached out and his hand brushed your face. At some point he’d cornered you, and now he was the only thing between you and the door. “I’ve thought about it. I - we can do this. You spend a lot of time here all ready so he won’t bat an eye --”

“Steve, no.”

It was hard to watch. Steve flinched suddenly, as if he’d been hit. The hand by your face was shaking badly and the urge to reach out and take was a strong one. 

You’d lied to him. It was more than a crush. But hiding something of this extent from your parents? You’d never done anything of the sort before, didn’t know if you could start doing it now.

Steve’s hands suddenly cupped your face, angling it up toward his. You opened your mouth to speak but he silenced you with a kiss. You’d like to say that you struggled but - you didn’t. It was disturbingly easy to melt into the affection, open your mouth under his tongue and let his it sweep in. You went limp and surrendered yourself to it. 

Steve parted from you but not for long. He had you pinned to the wall with his body as his lips were caressing your gave and moving down your neck. “Don’t say that to me, doll. I’ve waited for so long and - I have to have you.”

The heat in his tone made you whimper and he swallowed the sound with his own mouth, ensuring your attention remained solely on him. It’s yours, you wanted to say, has been yours for so long.

An exhale shakily parted your lips when you felt the line of his cock press into your stomach. Your pussy clenched automatically at the thought of it, at the thought of Steve fucking you and slowly taking you apart with it. You dug your fingers into Steve's hair, tugging when he bit particularly hard at the long line of your neck.

The room swirled around you as Steve pulled you from the wall and to the direction of his bed. You went willingly, whimpering when the heat of his hands and mouth left you for too long. It was finally happening and you were desperate for it. If he stopped now or turned away you felt as if you'd die. A fire had started in your core and was steadily working its way through your body, trails of it left wherever Steve’s hands went.

“Don’t stop,” you managed, your voice ragged to your own ears. “Touch me, Steve.”

“Won’t,” Steve bit back, “can’t. Not Steve, darling girl. Daddy.”

Daddy. Now you were considering if Steve really had peeked inside your head at some point. 

Your pussy was pulsing along with your heartbeat, desperate for touch. You arched your back and pressed your breasts into Steve’s hands. Steve tweaked at your nipples through the fabric and then pulled it down, freeing your breasts. The urge to cover yourself came and went as Steve enveloped your nipples in his hot mouth, sucking hard enough to have you crying out. Your body was writing underneath his.

He parted from your breast with a ‘pop’ and his hands went to your jeans. The sound of your zipper coming down had your nerves flaring but then he was yanking them from your body hard enough to leave red marks and your panties were quick to follow.

Steve’s eyes fixated on the space between your legs and he inhaled noisily, sweeping a trembling hand across his mouth. “Fuck, doll. You want Daddy to touch your pretty cunt?”

“Daddy, yes,” you answered frantically. Burning up.

Despite the hunger in his gaze, Steve’s fingers trailed languidly across your pussty. His thumb swiped your clit and you shook. He used two fingers to part your lips, opening you to his careful gaze. The urge to rush him was strong, but you also understood. Steve was an artist. He’d want to see it all, take it in, tuck the details to this back of his mind for later. 

Your body flared up again at the thought of later. The image of Steve laid in this very bed, naked, hand around his cock, almost had you coming spontaneously. “Daddy, I can’t wait much longer.”

Steve hummed, eyes flickering back up to your face. They stayed that way, darting between your pussy and your face as he slid two fingers in to the knuckle. They went smoothly and you felt your arousal leaking around them. The thought of it pooling on the bed made you hotter and you felt almost dizzy.

Steve lazily fucked you open with them, humming appreciatively at the wet sound that soon came every time they pushed in. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to your belly, inhaling deeply. 

“Feels good, doll? My fingers in your pretty cunt?” he purred.

“Oh, God, yes,” you breathed, hips stuttering on the bed. “Need more.”

You cried out when his fingers pulled out and didn’t return. Pink lips parted and you watched as he took his fingers into his own mouth, sucking hungrily at your arousal. Then he was reaching for his shirt and tearing it off to join your jeans in the corner. His own followed and you gasped when his cock sprang up and brushed his belly button.

The head was an angry red and was damp with precum. Your mouth watered and the urge to taste rose up but you pushed it aside for another time. Steve fisted his cock and pumped it a few times, eyes more black than blue. He looked starved. 

“Gonna let me slide into that pretty cunt?” he rasped. The bed dipped as he got on, getting on his knees in front of you. “Fuck you stupid?”

“Yes,” you cooed, “anything, Daddy.”

Your legs jolted when Steve grabbed them and used them to pull you closer. His cock bobbed against his thigh and brushed against yours. It made you embarrassingly close to begging. Fast was not fast enough. You wanted to feel it all and you wanted to feel it now. 

The head of his cock caressed your clit and you sighed, relaxing into Steve’s hold. He had one hand at your hip and the other was guiding his cock to your pussy. The sight was more erotic that you’d been prepared for and he cooed when your pussy clenched again around nothing.

“Gonna get you nice and full,” he promised, “watch me leaking out of you.”

The stretch was welcome, and God, it was a stretch. Steve pushed forward until his hips were flush against yours. There was no pain, only a distinct feeling of being deliciously and utterly full. Just like he’d promised.

You rolled your hips experimentally and let your head fall back at the sensation. Still not enough. When both of Steve’s hands came to push your legs further apart and then cup your hips you shuddered in relief. 

“Been thinking about this so long,” he bit out. “Never gonna get enough of this cunt. Mine.”

Steve slid away until only the tip was remaining and then pulled your hips down at the same time he pushed forward. He sank you down onto his cock and watched as he disappeared inside of you and your arousal leaked out around his cock. It was a sight he’d never get enough of.

The pace didn’t remain slow for long. Soon the room was loud with the sound of his hips snapping together with yours and the soft appreciative coos he gave every time you moaned for him. He set a rhythm that allowed you no respite and made you take everything he was giving you, made you feel it all.

“Say it,” he urged. “say you’re mine. Tell me who this cunt belongs to.”

“Yours, Daddy,” you cried out, “’m yours.”

“Fucking right,” he groaned as he altered the position, leaning down until he was held up by his forearms around you. Your breasts pressed into his chest and when your nipples brushed against his you almost sobbed. 

Your orgasm didn’t creep up on you, it was loud and left trails of fire in its wake as it thoroughly ravaged you and left you limp beneath Steve. His pace stuttered at the sensations of your nails digging crescent shapes into his back and your pussy clenching wildly around his cock. Hips pressed tight to yours, cock seated deep, he let himself go. The feel of his release inside of you had him twitching already and you moaned. 

“Good girl,” he purred, “been so good for me. Was always meant to be like this.”

Steve didn’t pull out, only rolled to his side and manoeuvred your limbs until you were lying quite comfortably beside him. You caught a glimpse of the clock beside him and suddenly went cold. “Steve, my dad.”

“It’s okay, doll,” he spoke through a yawn, “he’s not coming till tomorrow.”

Too tired to argue, you let yourself relax back into his arms. Something sharp was poking your thigh and you swept your arm out, knocking the picture onto the floor. As you stared at the path it had taken, you knew Steve was right. It was always meant to be like this.

Imagine dancing up on your boys - Maze runner

Reactions 

Minho: Damn i know girls are attractive but this Greenie is something else. I’d definitely take a bite out of that, but i’m pretty sure i would rather want this one all to myself. 

Headcannons - How it went down 

- Your having fun your ass jiggle, raking your finger’s through your hair and making your hips sway 

- Minho would have a front row seat with Gally. 

- Minho’s eyes wouldn’t break away from you for a second. 

- His eyes would be running all over you. 

- Minho would be man spreading whilst smirking at you. 

- He’d occasionally lick and bite his lips

- This boy wants you! 

- Don’t be surprised if Minho gets up and tries to start interacting with you

- Minho would defiantly get all up in your grill trying to sexually intimidate you 

- Your nose’s would be touching. 

- Minho would be staring at your lips 

- You would be able to feel his breath on your neck 

Be careful Greenie you got a real thirsty boy here. 

Newt: (At first) *Blushes looking away not wanting to disrespect you in any way shape or form. (later on) *Smirk and laughing ass off at how easily you’ve gotten power over the shanks. “You know what i think it’s time i put a little Greenie back in their place.” 

Headcannons

(the bomb fire has finished and your walking over to the homestead just you an Minho) 

- Minho would be trying so hard to convince you to sleep by him tonight. “You really don’t want to be sleeping with a buff handsome guy like me?” 

- Newt would march over telling Minho to back off and get back to the homestead. 

- Newt would glare straight at you.

- “You can get your ass up into my room, thats where you’ll be staying from now on.” 

- “No..” you never really liked being told what to do 

- “I think you forget the real one with the power here.” He whispers in your ear.

- Newt would drag you by your wrist all the way up the two-story building and into his room 

- Newt would shove you in and lock the door. 

- “Lets get one think straight from here on out you are mine and only mine. The only person you will answer to that isn’t me is Alby.” 

- “Your only gonna shake that ass for me Greenie” 

- Newt would force you to give him lap dances, strip, toy with him and much more. 

- Newt knows that he would never get this opportunity again 

- You admit you like this side of Newt through he can be with rough with you. 

Looks like you got yourself in a real tight situation Greenie. 

Thomas: “Woah….” *Chokes on drink, blushes like crazy and starts fantasising about you.*

Headcannons 

- Thomas wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off you. 

- Thomas would bite and lick his lips whilst watching you. 

- Later he would start to hiss and pant and his pants start getting tight. 

- Thomas would beg you to help him out. 

- You would be able to see his eyes pleading with you. He looked beautiful in such a vulnerable state. 

- Thomas would treat you like his queen. 

- He would just about anything you say. 

- He’s addicted to you and he will always want more. 

Good job Greenie you turned Thomas into a simp. 

Gally: “You better bring that ass back over here baby girl or im gonna have to punish you.”

Headcannons 

- Gally definitely wants you all to himself 

- This Shank very protective and possessive

-  You wouldn’t have a choice Gally would force you to stay by his side the rest of the night. 

- He would want you sitting in his lap. 

- He would keep his hand around your waist 

- Would definitely glare at other gladers especially Thomas.

- Would give you kisses on the check

- Gally would also kiss your neck regardless of if your in public or not. 

- Gally isn’t the one for public displays of affection but he wants you and he wants everyone else to know that. He enjoys looking at there pissed of expressions know that the can’t do anything. 

- At the end of the night Gally wants you sleep with him, your head on his chest and curled up close 

- Your so unpredictable and thats what he loves the most. 

Not bad Greenie 

Derek:I’m begging you, please go to the hospital

Y/N: I’m sorry, is this YOUR stab wound?

Y/N: Stay out of it

Maze runner ~When the boys compete for you~

Minho: “ Hey feel free to touch my biceps, their really strong. ” *Minho flexes Biceps*

Headcanons

- Minho would act cool but still be very flirtatious.

- It doesn’t matter where you are or who you are with.

- Some Gladers say he’s all over you or he’s being a try hard.

- Don’t be surprised if Minho take his shirt off whilst in your presents.

- He wont force you into anything but he will defiantly try to tempt you too.

- Minho would also stand quite close to you. His chin would either rest on your head or your shoulder.

- At the Camp fire Minho might try to some how convince you to come sit on his lap cause its “warm”.

- Minho would do cute little things like pat your head, play with the ends of your hair or cut your check.

- Minho would also tease you a hell of a lot. He knows it get’s him the attention he wants.

- Minho might also try and bribe you into something with kisses, cuddles and his hotness.

He would cuddle up to you like this😍🥰

- You and Minho always have good fun together no matter what.

- He will always be there to pick you up if you fall, he just wants you to be happy and he hopes it’s with him.

- Minho would gradually gain the confidence to touch and play with you hands.

- When Minho holds your hands in his. He can feel how small and soft they are.

- He always thought of you as his baby flower.

Newt: “You just keep smiling beautiful cause thats all I need.”

- Newt would never force anything on you unless you sexually tempt him of course.

- You and newt would do this cute thing where you would blow kisses to each other.

- Its cute seeing Newts reaction he’s got cute pink rosy checks.

- Newt would also make an effort to make sure that your never uncomfortable.

- He will tell other gladers to back off. And ask you if your ok.

- Your safety is his number 1 priority.

- Newt would pick flowers for you.

- He would either stuck it behind your ear, make it into a flower crown or present them to you with a kiss to seal the deal.

These are the sunflowers in the glade that remind Newt of you ❤️

- Newt would always kiss your head/for head and sniff your hair.

- He hugs up to you nice and close on those cold nights.

- Newt would also brush and braid your hair, commenting whilst telling you all the things he loves about you.

- Newt lifts up his hoodie and lets you curl up underneath. On his bare chest. It makes he feel wanted and you feel safe.

- When it comes to other guys Newt usually gets flustered, he tries not to but he can’t help it.

- It just comes with the job of being in second command.

- Newt would support you regardless of who you choose.

- Newt wants you to be happy even if its not with him.

- He knows that there are some things in life you just can’t have.

Thomas: “You know I can give you the world”

- Thomas plays hard.

- Thomas as we all know is a very determined person and if wants something he will not give up easily.

- Thomas isn’t afraid of competition.

- Thomas would give you anything and everything you could ever want.

- Perks of being basically the chosen one.

- Thomas would tell you about all the beautiful place he remembers and offer to take you to all them.

- Thomas would tell you about the long horse rides on the beach, where the sand and the sky a line perfectly. And the vibrant sunset that would highlight all your eyes and give you a heavenly glow.

This is the beach you would ride along together 🥰😍

- The mountains where the snow shines like diamonds, the soft snowflakes and the snowmen you could make.

The snow you would visit in spring ☃️❄️

- He would tell you about the northern lights that would dance in the sky. Saying “That just like you and me..up there.”

The beauty of the moment you would share ❤️💚❤️

- He imagine’s sitting in a field looking up at the sky and asking you about your dreams.

- Thomas would give you piggy back rides or pick you up in his arms and carry you home.

- Thomas would risk it all for you, cause your worth it.

- He not afraid because he has faith in you, he believes in you.

- Thomas wants to create these memories with you, he never head the chance to do the same with Newt, Chuck or Teresa.

- Thomas can see his future in your eyes.

Gally: “I just want you to be safe and the only place thats safe is in my arms.”

- Gally wouldn’t trust anyone being alone with you for a second.

- Gally would always put a protective arm around your shoulder.

- He would also put you into his chest when ever you upset.

- Gally will stay for as long as it take till your tears dry and you smiling once more.

- You very thankful for Gally, the boys leave you alone and you’ve never had any problems.

- Gally would always have you sleep next to him. Wether you like it or not.

- He would never force anything on you but he’s got eyes on you 24/7. Day and night he’s watching.

- He would have a got at anyone and anything that threatens you.

- You would always wear his shirts, his hoodies and anything else you can get your hands on.

- Gally expect to have at least 1 cuddle a day, if not he becomes very feisty.

- Something you always loved about him.

- Gally would carry you on his shoulders.

- He loves when you give him jump hugs right into his arms.

The hugs you share ❤️

- He would always dance with you at the bomb fire, watching your hair fly as you spin around and around.

- Time always slowed down when he was with you.

- For the first time Gally could actually be himself.

-He love you because you gave him freedom he never knew he had.

Reblog if you’ve ever imagined yourself being interviewed with the avengers cast as if you were apart of the movie

I feel like this will get no reblogs because I’ve always felt like I’m the only person who does this haha :)

ways kaz brekker shows affection

request: kaz headcanons where he tries to kinda show affection towards the reader? that would be awesome

a/n: i did it in heacanon form so i could do a bunch of different ways i hope you don’t mind <3 and im not just making it physical affection mwah 

affection was something you and kaz worked on consistently 

physical affection was an obstacle for multiple reasons 

but even other things were a challenge 

but kaz wasn’t about to lose you 

he tried so hard everyday to be the man you deserved 

and to show you, even through the little things, that he loved you 

kaz’s affection wasn’t obvious 

it wasn’t a wet kiss on the cheek like nina gave matthias 

or jesper’s very public teasing that always made wylan red 

his love for you was subtle and it was personal 

it was something the two of you shared 

he showed his affection through novels he left on your nightstand 

he never mentioned leaving them 

never told you where he found them or what he thought of them

one minute the book wasn’t there and the next it was

you suspected inej helped with this particular task

you’d read the book 

and you always loved it 

without fail 

and you’d come into his room and sit on his bed 

he ignored you and waited for you to speak 

when you didn’t he’d go 

“well?”

“i loved it” you said before leaving the book on his desk 

he didn’t answer but his lip quirked to one side 

he also let you hold his cane 

and you knew 

everyone knew 

this wasn’t a random act 

this was an act of total intimacy for kaz

he’d hand it to you when he didn’t need it at the moment 

or let you borrow if you hurt your leg during a job 

it was the same situation with his gloves 

when ketterdam got cold

and you forgot your winter gear 

he’d grab your shaking freezing hands and slip his own gloves on them 

“it’s no big deal,” he rolled his eyes. “can’t let my girl freeze” he’d whisper, hoping you hadn’t heard 

he learned your favourite flower 

very quickly 

kaz brekker noticed everything 

so he notices the way you lingered at the smell of roses 

and when he knew this information he made sure to order a whole bunch of them 

for the slat 

for the crow club 

for the little desk in your room

everyone was confused at the sudden excess of flower 

“god it smells like cupid threw up in here” jesper had commented 

wylan punched him in the arm for that 

“do you like them?” he’d asked you one day out of the blue 

“yeah” you smiled, you already knew he was referring to the flowers 

he seemed pleased with himself the rest of the day 

even though physical contact was difficult it wasn’t impossible 

it was easier for kaz when he could control the movement control the touch

so it was easier for him to touch you than for him to have you touch him 

he almost never wore his gloves around you 

the two of you would be sharing an intimate bit of eye contact 

and he would cup your cheek 

and rub your cheekbone lovingly 

his touch was sometimes so rare that you shivered under his hand 

and though he was shaky afterwards he was also grinning

“happiness looks good on you kaz” 

“shut up y/n” 

and he’d learned to love sitting close to you 

when he didn’t feel like touching explicitly 

he would press his shoulder against yours 

or bump his foot against yours when the two of you were sat at the table 

he held your pinkie a lot 

it was less intense as full on hand holding 

once he kissed your forehead and you almost passed out from happiness 

when he wants to be close to you without holding you 

he grabs your jacket sleeves 

or the pocket of your pants 

to get your attention of course 

not because he wants to be close to you or anything 

everything kaz did to show you he loved you

you appreciated with every fiber of your being 

Ohh the way I cackled at the latest Stucky x reader fic. If you don't mind could you do something with them reacting to side to side and anaconda 🤣🤣

Like they think it's a gym thing but then they pay attention to the lyrics and then reader breaks it down for them

Thank you ❤️❤️

pairing: stucky x reader

rating/warnings: fluff, confused!stucky, mentions of sex

It was a normal day in the Avengers gym. Everyone was working out, having a great time, and today, today was your day to choose the music. So naturally, 1D, 5SOS, Ariana Grande, Nicki Minaj, etc etc played.

Suddenly 'Side to Side' by Ariana and Nicki started to play. You, Wanda, Nat, and Thor (I know weird right) looked at each other and started to belt the lyrics.

"Seeing you standing over there with your body" You sang

"Feeling like I want to rock with your body."

"And we don't got to think about nothing"

Steve and Bucky looked lost as always. "Been trying to hide it" Thor belted.

"Thor you too?!?!?" Bucky asked. "Yes I find this music, uplifting."

The song came to and end and everyone moved on to their next workout. "Hey n/n, can you change the song?" Tony asked.

"Of course Ton's!" You walked over to the speakers where your phone sat and hit the next button. 'Anaconda' came on, but the Nicki version.

Boy toy name Troy used to live in Detroit, big big big money, he was gettin' some coins.

"Babe, babe, what does that mean?" Bucky walked over to Steve. "Beats me Buck, I've never heard this song, I don't understand the references." Steve said with a shrug.

By the way, what he say? He can tell I ain't missing no meals Come through and check him in my automobile Let him - with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal He say don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab So I pulled up in the Jag', and I hit him with the jab like Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun

This time the pair walked over to you. "This osng doesn't make sense." Bucky asserted. "Well hello to you too. Yes it does make sense, your from the 1940's love, of course it won't make sense to you."

Steve chimed in, "Is it-is it about sex?" You and Bucky giggled at his embaressment. "Yeah kind of- just uh keep listening" The og song started to play.

My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun Don't, my anaconda don't Don't want none unless you got buns, hun

"Do you get it now?" You asked. Steve was red faced, Bucky was amused. "This song was written for you baby" Bucky smirked. You simply rolled your eyes. "Steve?"

"Who woudl write a song about a womans ass? That's so dimeaning" You and Bucky just laughed, and let Steve figure things out.