Don’t Be Shy (Felix X Reader) || Part 2

Not What It Looks Like

jesper fahey x reader - not what it looks like

summary/request: “omg i just read your blog and had a read through your masterlist. you’re a fab writer! 👏🏼 if you like the trope could you do there’s only one bed with jesper. thanks!”

warnings: profanity, mentions of sexual activity

word count: 2.5k

A/N: i’m so close to writing a p2 for this omfg

READ PART TWO HERE

“What are you doing?” Jesper questioned, his voice consuming the silence that once occupied the main floor of the Slat.

Lost in her own thoughts, Y/N jumped like a startled deer, dropping the pillow in her hands. Everyone had long since headed upstairs to their bedrooms, hopeful for a good night’s rest. But not her - she was delegated to the main floor, destined to spend the night on a lumpy broken couch.

“Making a bed for myself,” she bluntly replied, picking up the pillow and laying it on top of the makeshift bed of partially moth eaten quilts. It wasn’t much, but it would do.

“Why?”

“Kaz won’t let me use my room. Something about needing to survey the street below.”

Jesper crossed his arms and closely watched her as she worked. “So you’re sleeping down here?”

“Don’t want to be a bother to anybody. This couch isn’t that horrible,” Y/N trailed off, her gaze flitting to the sunken couch, the wooden frame practically jutting out of the fabric.

“No, literally stop,” Jesper scolded, reaching forward and snatching the pillow from the couch. “You can stay in my room.”

Y/N gripped the other edge of the pillow again, giving a sharp yank. “Jes, we all know how you need your beauty sleep. I don’t want to be a burden.”

“Shut up, seriously. You’re sleeping with me.”

“Jes-”

“Nope, nopity nope. C’mon,” Jesper chided, scooping up the blankets and pillow in one fell swoop.

Y/N crossed her arms, half-heartedly arguing her case. “I could always room with Inej or Nina.”

Jesper scoffed, laughing lightly. “Saints, no - trust me on this one, darling. Nina snores in her sleep, Matthias told me but don’t repeat it or she might stop our hearts. And Inej sleeps with a knife under her pillow so there’s always the risk of-” Jesper raised one hand into the air and quickly jabbed it downward,“during the night.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” Y/N questioned, voice wavering slightly. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, mentally evaluating her options. It would be a lie to say the idea of sleeping in a bed wasn’t tempting. The frumpy couch wasn’t exactly… appealing.

“Not at all,” Jesper insisted, a dopey grin playing upon his lips.

Smiling herself, she gathered up her things and followed Jesper, who toted the quilts in his arms, up the rickety staircase. It felt odd, heading to the north side of the Slat that faced towards the harbor as her room lay on the South side. Soon they entered a dimly lit hallway, the only sound being faint snores.

Staring at Jesper’s back, Y/N wondered why he’d offered. They’d never completely seen eye to eye, constantly poking each other’s buttons - more like giving sharp jabs - on missions. They weren’t enemies, but rather disagreed as much as casual acquaintances possibly could without ruining a mission. She was sure this now was a friendly gesture - helping out a fellow Dreg in need. But quickly an alternate, more foreign, thought rose to the surface, begging to the Saints for hope that it wasn’t just friendly - but something more. The thought was desperately suppressed, buried into the back of her dark mind.

Jesper abruptly coming to a stop and rifling through his pocket for the key, snapped Y/N out of her thoughts. Unlocking the door, he softly pushed it open, careful to not make too loud of a sound.

“Home sweet home,” he announced, stepping inside and immediately walking over towards the small cot in the corner.

For a moment, Y/N allowed her eyes to survey the room, taking in all the little details that seemed to scream Jesper. The layout was nearly an exact copy of hers - a cot, a window, a dresser with a mirror. But Jesper’s room was hectic, clothes thrown everywhere, a stack of cups on a small stand next to several empty boxes that once housed bullets. A small smile crept onto her face as she noticed his prized pearl handled revolvers, sitting upon a red velvet cushion on top of his dresser.

She could still remember the night he’d snatched it in the middle of a job. Kaz had paired them up and they had unfortunately but expectedly run late. In the midst of running through a mansion, Jesper thought it was of the utmost importance to grab the cushion. And of course, she had cursed him for it.

“Good memories, huh?” Jesper questioned, glancing over his shoulder as he tugged blankets off his bed.

Y/N smirked slightly, running the tips of her fingers over the silver embroidered edge of the pillow. “Of course, if you consider me calling you names enjoyment.”

“I believe you called me spectacular.”

“A spectacularly stupid ass, to be precise.”

“You’ve always had a charming way with words,” Jesper replied with a wink, unceremoniously dropping a pillow and blankets on the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“Sleeping on the floor so you can have the bed,” he responded rather blandly, as if it was to be expected.

“No, absolutely not,” Y/N replied, almost in a scolding manner. “In the morning you’ll only whine about it and I’ll be scolded. We can share.” She quickly crossed the room, eyes trained anywhere other than Jesper’s.

“Fine,” he groaned, as though this were a form of torture, but Y/N swore she saw a cocky grin, just for a second.

Together they descended into silence, placing their pillows and rolling out the blankets. Each moment was tense, Y/N being acutely aware of Jesper’s gaze that kept flickering up to examine her face. The intensity made her heart race, but she kept herself focused on the task at hand.

It was only when the bed was made, covers thrown back, that the anxiety lept to the surface, overtaking her mind. The little details, things she’d normally overlook, now felt tenfold; the way sharp cold gusts rushed in through the open window, the way the Slat was so quiet that she could hear each inhale Jesper took. For a second, she just drowned in how overwhelming it all was.

But that feeling was shattered when Jesper kicked off his shoes and with his back to her, pulled his shirt over his head. Desperately, she tried to look at anything other than Jesper and his bare back, lean muscles flexing. The floor was suddenly certainly interesting and she allowed her gaze to follow the lines of the wood grain, until Jesper slipped into bed, pulling the covers over himself with a flourish.

Kicking off her own shoes, she too slipped into bed, careful to avoid meeting Jesper’s gaze as she settled in. The cot was tiny to say the least. Meant for one person, the two of them were squished together. Y/N shuffled around slightly, trying to get comfortable, but it seemed as though every inch of her body was pressed against Jesper.

“Could you scoot over?” She furiously whispered as she tried to find a comfortable spot.

“I’m on the edge,” Jesper replied, rolling over to face her.

“Well I don’t have any room!”

In the process of wriggling around, trying to make room, the bed squeaked painfully loudly, making both of them wince.

“If you keep making so much noise, someone is going to think we’re sleeping together,” Jesper teasingly complained, a smug grin on his face as he rested one arm behind his head.

Y/N’s jaw dropped open and she scrambled for something to say. “Don’t make this into something it’s not!”

“I’m not!” Jesper exclaimed defensively, gazing at her sharply, a smirk still etched onto his face. “You were the one that started acting all weird about me taking my shirt off.”

“I… I was not!”

Jesper raised one eyebrow sarcastically as he silently questioned her. The smug smirk on his face transformed into a knowing grin as he allowed his gaze to shamelessly scan her face. Embarrassment rose up inside of her like a wave, sending a rush of warmth flushing onto her face. A thick silence ensued as the two simply stared at one another.

In the darkness of the room, she could faintly make out his handsome features, illuminated by the moonlight pouring in through the window. His curly hair softly blew in the frigidly cold breeze from the harbor. As her gaze slowly roamed his face, focusing on the silly grin on his face, she felt her heart do little flip-flops in her chest. It left her breathless, heart pounding insanely quickly.

Without a second thought, she rolled over so she faced the window instead of Jesper. However, she allowed her mind to swim in those feelings of butterflies. She’d felt them before; firstly when she was still a girl in school, fawning over a classmate that was especially kind and gifted her a pencil when she was in need of one. Now she was feeling those feelings tossing and turning in her gut again. Part of her was horrified, now knowing somewhere along the line she’d developed a crush on the sharpshooter. But was it really that odd? Another part of her expected it, unconsciously knowing those feelings were lurking, waiting to be found.

Y/N closed her eyes, wishing for sleep to fall upon her soon, but Jesper’s hands constantly jumping around like startled animals kept her wide awake.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N questioned with a groan, glancing over her shoulder.

“Can I?” Jesper motioned putting an arm over her, a soft smile on his face, “I’m used to sleeping with a pillow.”

Before she could even think, Y/N found herself nodding, giving in to the part of her brain that went haywire whenever Jesper spoke. Casually, he draped his arm around her middle, softly pulling her a bit closer to him. It took every bit of Y/N’s being to keep her heart from bursting as it hammered in her chest. In that quiet room, all she could focus on was every little movement from Jesper; the way his arm would tighten around her, how his warm breath fanned across the back of her neck. It was all so intense, but not the type that ensued panic. For lack of a better word, Y/N found it nice.

Jesper was like the warmth of a fireplace on a cold winter’s day, a steaming cup of tea during the flu season. Slowly she began to drift off to sleep, relishing in the peaceful feeling. Behind her, Jesper too was drifting off, his breathing growing deep and leveling out.

When he’d pull her closer in his sleep, a sense of anxiety rose up within Y/N, but it was quickly chased away by the knowledge that this was right. She couldn’t exactly explain it, but there was a pull deep within her soul proclaiming that this was exactly where she belonged.

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Y/N was awoken in the morning by the sounds of the other Dregs stirring awake, stomping down the hallway to head downstairs for breakfast. But she didn’t dare move from where she lay.

Jesper’s arm was still tucked around her, firmly holding her against his chest. His head was nuzzled into her neck, his warm breath making her skin tingle and hair softly flutter. It felt so immensely peaceful, as though everything in the world had stopped just for them. The steady rise and fall of Jesper’s chest tempted Y/N to close her eyes and drift off back to sleep.

It was foolish to even consider, but she wanted to stay there far into the late morning hours. Nothing sounded more splendid than staying in that warm bed, feeling the nipping Kerch breeze wash over her as birds chirped outside. Ketterdam was always quietest in the mornings - the pigeons were gone, back on their tourist boats, and everyone else seemed reluctant to wake.

Softly the door to Jesper’s tiny room creaked open and Nina’s voice came in through the crack, “Kaz wants you downstairs, Jes.” Without thinking, Y/N let out a squeak which Nina obviously heard. “Y/N?”

Nina flung open the door and strode into the room, hands on her hips and a wicked smirk on her face. “Well, well, well - when did this start happening?”

“It’s not what it looks like!” Y/N exclaimed, trying to wiggle out from Jesper’s grasp but he just firmly pulled her back into place. He groaned softly in his sleep, burying his face into her neck.

“All I know is you two certainly look… cozy.”

“I couldn’t sleep in my own room,” Y/N furiously whispered, eyes ablaze as she desperately tried to explain. “Jesper offered for me to sleep in here.”

Nina raised her eyebrows and continued her teasing, “And so that requires cuddling?”

Y/N felt as though she was dying from embarrassment. All she wanted to do was crawl under the covers and hide, but Jesper kept her firmly in place, pressed against his chest.

“Please don’t tell the others.”

“They’ll still find out,” Nina scolded, crossing her arms.

“No.”

“Yes!”

“How would they know?”

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They knew. It was painfully obvious that all of their friends knew the moment Jesper and Y/N trudged down the staircase. Jesper had that adorable yet annoying smug grin on his face, as though he’d won some sort of prize. Y/N kept her eyes trained on the floor, not daring to meet her friends’ inquisitive gazes.

Kaz wore a cocky smirk on his face as he picked through the scrambled eggs on the table before him. Raising one eyebrow, he said, “Sleep well?”

“Great,” Y/N bluntly replied, taking a seat next to Nina. Silently she prayed that he wouldn’t question further. The last thing she needed was being teased over her not so little crush.

“You weren’t on the couch,” Kaz prompted, digging for more information. His eyes twinkled with mischief as his gaze flickered between her and Jesper, who was rubbing at his eyes.

Nina leaned over dramatically towards Y/N, reaching across to steal an extra waffle. When she pulled away, she wrinkled her nose. “Saints, Y/N! Please tell me you didn’t use Jesper’s cologne - it’s certainly not your scent.”

Y/N casually let her chin drop, nose angling towards her shoulder. She did smell like Jesper - an intoxicating blend of cinnamon, spice, and Ketterdam smoke. It sent her heart jumping into her throat and she sent a quick glare to Nina who cheekily smiled.

Inej’s fork clattered to the plate as her gaze whipped between Y/N and Jesper, the latter of which had a faint red tint upon his cheeks. Her jaw slightly dropped as she exclaimed, “You didn’t!”

“They definitely did,” Kaz chuckled with a snort.

Jesper choked on his coffee, eyes growing wide as did Y/N’s. “I didn’t sleep with her- well I did, but not in that way.”

Kaz comically raised both eyebrows, letting out a little hum of disbelief.

Both protested, “It’s not what it looks like!”

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Maze runner ~ Boys reactions to you shouting at them in your native language ~

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Minho:

- Ok Minho loves your accent

- He secretly finds it very sexy

- However he knows 2 things, 1 you talk in native tongue when you see friends/family or 2 your mad as hell with him.

- When you mad...Damn you scary

- Minho just doesn't know how to handle you or your tongue

- Lets just say Minho won't be disobeying you again anytime soon

- Minho also thought you were always so sweet and soft well no. You proved him wrong yet again

- Minho would still make an effort to learn more about your language and culture.

- He gonna be ready for round 2

Newt:

- You practically never shout at Newt ever like in general

- You wouldn't shout at Newt because of Newt.

- He probably just heard you making a ruckus in the kitchen

- And came down like "what the hell the bloody hell is goin on down here?!"

- After he notices your upset he would come up and wrap his arms around you asking what wrong

- Its not uncommon for you to continue you speaking in your native tongue (not shouting of course) whilst Newt ill simply just sit a listen to your voice. He like the obscure sounds/words you speak/make.

- Don't be surprised if out of no where Newt starts whispering sweet nothings in your native tongue in your ear whilst you sleep.

- You admit its kinda funny when he doesn't pronounce things right, its bad enough that he already has his own accent.

Thomas:

- Thomas mimics you so much (not in a racist way)

- When you mad at Thomas which is quite a lot...Thomas simply just shout's made up words or what he thinks are frazes randomly in what he thinks is your native language.

- He knows it makes you laugh and he knows it defuses the situation

- You (shouting in native language)

- Thomas "Bonjour mon WEE WEE chicken"

- Yes Thomas will also shout words from other languages and then just chuck some English in.

- Its gotten to the point that you scared for your family to meet him

- There is no way in hell he's meeting your parents without taking some lessons.

- And even in lessons the only frazes he actually learns are "Great now we're all bloody inspired" and the swear words like shuck, clunk, slinthead, greenie ect.

Gally:

- Gally is intimidated!!!

- When you speak as fast as the flash when your made in native tongue. Your the equivalent of HOT TAMALE!

- And Gally ain't gonna mess with that!

- Yes Gally can be pushy but the last thing he's gonna do is push you.

- Its cause fo your fiery passion Gally respects you, he loves you and protects you.

- You taught him a lot!

- Things like he's not the top dog and he's not the toughest of them all!

- When you mad Gally just takes it, he won't question you or fight with you. He knows how that will end.

- But its all worth it late night when your cuddle up to his chest and speak with that beautiful accent he loves so much.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ cassian x reader x azriel

.・゜-: ✧ :- cassian wants a baby. sm//ut

You couldn't recall how long you've been here. It could be hours. Days. Years. You could spend the rest of your life here and you wouldn't mind. Not as long as you were theirs.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Az and I fucking you until you're with child? Fuck, I want nothing more than to watch as you swell, tits get heavy and filled with milk. As you become a desperate little whore for Az and I. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Az and I filling you to the brim with us?"

You couldn't reply as Azriel fucked your mouth, the choked sounds as he pounded without forgiveness the only response you gave. That and your trembling walls, tightening around him. "And what would you say, Az?"

Cassian fists your hair, jerking your mouth away from Azriel. Azriel lets out a hiss, fingers curling around the air of the table. With a hard thrust, let out a whimper. Cassian's thrusts slowed, the pause had you grinding back against him. The heat in your belly, the one that neither started nor ended in your cunt, throbbed with need.

With them.

During his pause, Cassian waits to see if you need a break. If you need his relentless neverending pace to let up. You shook your head, Cassian's rhythm where he left off.

You were certain you'd have purple bruises on your hips. You knew Azriel would take great care in rubbing a salve on them, in kissing away the soreness after he presses into the fresh intensity of them, reveling in the jerk of your body and the sounds that came from you.

"What?" Azriel demanded. His hips buck against the empty air, the arm pinned high on your back grasping a handful of Cassian's thick arm. You look up at Azriel. "Would you like to see our dearest Y/n with your child? My child? They're fucking marvelous as it is, of course, but Cauldron, I don't think I'd be able to keep my hands off them,"

Azriel heaved, cock straining harder if possible. Cassian released your hair, Azriel taking back his place. You gagged around him. He buried himself to the hilt, resting against the back of your throat. Cassian cursed at the sight. At how well you took them both.

Azriel waited until you adjusted to his size — until you were no longer fighting for lovely oxygen — before his pace slowed. "I think she'll have to earn it," Their conversation — as casual as it would be if they were asking about fucking flowers or the weather — only continued.

Azriel's cock left you thoroughly gagged, unable to offer input of any kind. It drove you insane. Your nails dug into Cassian's wrist. "I think they're doing pretty well now, wouldn't you say? Do you remember there was a time she could hardly take one of us? Now, look at her. A wonderful whore,"

You moaned. The sound was only drowned out by Azriel's pace quickening again. Cassian smacked your ass, the color now tinted with pale pink.

Hot spurts of cum shot down your throat, the salty taste of Azriel filling your mouth. You swallowed. Azriel pulled out, crouching down to kiss the top of your head. He smoothed his scarred fingers through your hair, brushing it out of your eyes. You panted, only able to focus on the pressure Cassian was putting on your clit. The pressure building in your core.

"You're doing so wonderfully, aren't you, Y/n?" He waited until you nodded, kissing you gently. If he could taste himself on your mouth, he made no show of it.

You were so sensitive to the world around you. You could feel each vein on Cassian's cock, each touch Azriel left on you as his hand moved down, pinching a nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand gently tilted your head to the side, leaving marks in the wake of his mouth as he branded you as his own.

You clamped down around Cassian, crying when you came. Tired, body exhausted, and covered in sweat and fluids from the previous rounds they'd already put your body through. Cassian kept his pace, his hips hitting the back of you as he didn't ease up his touch on your clit.

"Azriel, Azriel, Azriel, Cassian, Cassian, Az, Cass, please—" Their names blurred together, muddled as you begged as another release built within you. Cassian came with a shout, leaning over you and kissing the back of your neck.

You clenched your jaw, nearly bursting into tears when he pulled out of you, entirely empty for the first time in hours. Azriel was already hard again, his gentle murmurings falling onto deaf ears when he stood again, taking Cassian's place.

"We should," Azriel says, all pretense from before was gone. "Fuck her until she can't walk. Until she can't think of anything other than how full of our seed she is,"

Cassian chuckles, tilting your head up, "I think she's nearly there," Your eyes rolled back when Azriel pushed himself into you. Your walls quivered, tightening down onto his large girth.

"What would you like, doll?" Cassian's hazel eyes darkened. "Do you want our baby? Do you want the frenzy that comes with it? You can hardly keep your hands off us now. You'll be insatiable. Do you want that?"

Your cries as Azriel fucked you answered enough.

A/N: Let us kick off autumn season with everyone’s favourite pirate! This Imagine is based on requests from @manymanycupsoftea and two anons. This is probably not entirely historically accurate or more than a fluffy piece of even more fluff but… Have fun! 🎃😋

Words: 1913 Warnings: fluff, anxiety (fear of thunderstorms)

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I, yet again, need help finding a fic.

It’s a marauders fic and I read it a while ago.

It’s poly!marauders x reader where r gets so overstimulated she uses her safe word and vomits because of the overstimulation.

Please Daddy (Tony Stark x Reader One-Shot)

Summary: Tony pays so much attention to his work, sometimes you need it too. You can’t help but demand he pays you the same attention…

Rating: 18+ (smut)

WC: 1,607

Tags: Tony Stark, smut, daddydom, daddy!Tony, bratty reader, spanking, blowjobs, sex.

A/Ns: Tony Stark is Daddy. This is the first one-shot I’ve written, and my first Tony fic. Hope you enjoy :) 

Tony was curled over his desk, working on another upgrade to his latest project. You watched the muscles in his arm twitch as he sketched on a tablet, you could tell he had just started on whatever he was working on this time. He was so engrossed in his work he hadn’t noticed you pad in, your bare feet almost silent on the hard floor. You bit your lip and walked over, wrapping your arms around his middle and kissing his neck. You wanted attention, and his attention only. He reached a hand down and stroked your palm gently, turning a little to kiss you. As he turned back to his work, muttering under his breath, you sighed letting go, knowing he was going to need more persuasion to distract him. You would be more patient with him but it was late, and he had been working all day. Skipping out of the room, you went to your bedroom, debating whether you were going to opt for lingerie or something more, something he just wouldn’t be able to say no to. 

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The Avengers and their reaction to Fanfiction

Avengers Headcanon

STEVE ROGERS

Is very, genuinely concerned about the future of this country

Refuses to even read a word of it

When Peter tells him it exists, he doesn’t believe it at first

“Surely you’re joking, right Parker?”

Peter is not

Steve is deeply disturbed that there are over a million fics about him

He scrolled through one by accident and was traumatized

It was most definitely smut

NATASHA ROMANOFF

Is deeply concerned too

Kinda just laughs it off though

Has only read one and will never do it again

She doesn’t really mind though

She likes the fact that people have different opinions on her other than being an assassin

BRUCE BANNER

Oh MAN

Poor lil bruce

Y’all stress him OUT

He sweats every time someone mentions the word

“PLS why are these kids so nasty?”

Takes off his glasses and runs his hands through his hair stressfully

“Jesus, this is awful,”

“IM OLD ENOUGH TO BE THEIR FATHER WHY DO THESE PEOPLE WANT ME TO RAIL THEM?!”

THOR ODINSON

Thor is amused

If anything, he’s deeply flattered really

“I am honored they’ve chosen me to fantasize about,”

He may not be strongest but he is the sexiest

“Aha, look at this. There’s over a million people that want the mighty Thor,”

Will definitely brag about it

TONY STARK

He’s actually read a few and let me tell you-

He can’t even believe that many people fantasize about him

“Jesus Christ, how many Jarvis?”

“There are over two million fanfictions involving Iron Man, sir,”

He actually gets on multiple platforms to leave feedback

“First of all, I would never do that and second of all, YOU ARE TOO YOUNG! I AM IN MY FOURTIES HAVE YOU EVEN GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL YET?!”

Tony is done with y’all

PETER PARKER

Absolutely wants to die on the spot every time someone mentions it

“You know Peter Parker x Reader is the most popular category, right?”

“And how do you know that Ned?”

He blushes bright red at some of the things y’all write about him

“Jesus Christ I’ve never even done that before!”

“oH MY GOD,”

Is probably traumatized

BUCKY BARNES

Don’t even get me started

The amount of shit he’s seen involving the words ‘choking’ and ‘metal arm’ have kept him up most nights

Is so disappointed in the new generations

“I went to war to fight for THIS SHIT?”

Bucky is so done with y’all

He read ONE smut, just ONE, and it was enough to make him log off the internet forever

“Nope. nope. I’m sticking to newspapers from now on. There’s something seriously wrong with Gen Z,”

Prove it

PAIRING- reader x tony stark 

WORD COUNT 2.1k

WARNINGS:  you know the drill, SMUT, UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap it before you tap it !) SWEARING, consumption of alcohol ? (idk if this is a warning?) 

Request from Anon- Hey doll! May I request Tony Stark x fem!reader, where they been out sassing and flirting with each other nonstop and creating big sexual tensions for eachother. One day they have the hole Avengers tower to themselvs and have smutty time Ps! ilu 😘

I’ve been waiting for a Tony imagine and this didn’t disappoint i live for Tony Smut, I feel like there isn’t enough but thats just me *shrugs* anyway enjoy x 

GIF NOT MINE! 

You were flirty person; it was second nature to you. Most, if not all of your friends could testify to that. You couldn’t help it, you liked to flirt and tease those around you. So when you became an avenger you found out that the infamous Tony Stark was equally if not more flirty than you. And that was saying something. The rest of the Avengers were quick rolling their eyes whenever you or Tony sent sexual innuendos to each other. Bruce had to physically leave the lab once time, your flirty and teasing were too much for even the most patient man.

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Help me find this Fic

I’m going crazy! I read this fic a while ago, it was an Alfie x Tommy x reader and reader and Tommy were in a relationship beforehand and then Alfie sort of entered himself into it as he does. It was the sequel to the first fic and Tommy took reader to a dinner with the Russians and they get split up and she ends up in a sort of sex room and Alfie shows up and stays with her. When tommy goes to get her she’s still with Alfie and then the three of them go back to Tommy and hers place where she wrecks everything and then they have sex. Pls help me find it idk if it got deleted or taken down or if I’m just stupid but pls.

Don’t Be Shy (Felix x Reader) || Part 3

Warnings: None 

Word count: 3067

A/N: Wow ok this took me a long time to update. Better late than never I guess? Hope you enjoy!

Also posted on my A03

You had realised over the past week (over the seven days Felix had avoided you) that what you felt for Felix was stronger than just friendship.

Upon reflection, it had become clear that you’d had these feelings all along and simply chosen to ignore they were there, slowly growing stronger with every day that you and Felix spent together. 

It wasn’t hard to convince yourself that your heart fluttered for no particular reason when he smiled at you, or that the silent desire to impress him when you trained was out of competition and not because you secretly loved the way he looked at you with pride when you outmanoeuvred him. 

Or simply when he looked at you. 

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