@avengerstories - Without you, there would be no ALiL. I can’t thank you enough for you endless support.
You wake up early the next morning, eyes blinking wearily as you struggle to free yourself from the last remaining tendrils of slumber. It’s not a simple task, mostly because you’re still exhausted and all you want to do is fall go back to sleep.
But you can’t. Something woke you up and you need to figure out what it was.
As you begin to come to, so do your senses. A quick sweep around your surroundings lets you know that you’re not in your apartment and the feeling of someone wrapped around you is the only clue you need to figure out that you’re not alone. You turn your head slightly, nose catching the scent of antibacterial soap - a smell that your brain immediately connects to doctors and hospitals.
The last bit of confusion about your current location fades away as your brain catches up with your senses. You’re with Bucky.
You were too naïve, falling right into Yoongi’s trap..
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader.
Warnings: Mentions/use of alcohol, light BDSM, oral sex, degradation (only in one sentence), basically just rough sex
Oh God, did Min Yoongi want you.
You were across the room from him, downing a shot your friend had forced you to drink, and already, all Yoongi could smell was your blood. Min Yoongi was unlike any cliché vampire, actually sometimes despising the smell of blood, but for some reason, your blood had smelt intoxicating and rich. He licked his lips as he watched you from afar, your friend clinging onto your shoulder for balance, clearly too drunk for her own good.
Min Yoongi didn’t want to waste the opportunity presented right in front of him. The craving for your blood became almost unbearable for him, and he decided there was no point in resisting the urge for the taste of you no longer. Yoongi knew he was an absolute charmer, knowing that one small smirk made any woman faint and completely oblige to whatever he wanted, so he knew getting you under his trance would be a piece of cake.
He needs her more than anything else; he needs to be close, to be touched and held. He needs nails grazing his skin and teeth along his shoulders. Because he feels a little less like a machine, and a little more like a person when he’s with her.
Illuminate series, Pt. I, Pt. II Pairing: Shawn Mendes x female character Rating: Explicit Words: 1898
They tumble through the hotel room door, his palm swiftly pushing it shut behind their entangled bodies. Her hands wander up his chest and her arms find their way around his neck, a magnetic force drawing her to him. Their lips detach from one another’s during brief moments when both of them push their jackets off their shoulders and remove their shoes in a hurry. He pulls her shirt over her head and her fingers work fast to unbutton his and removes it from his body while his hands move to cup her bottom.
Plot: Tony Stark gives his daughter and Peter Parker the sex talk- or attempts to
A/N: ALRITE LADEEZ!! (and gents) let’s get this some likes and enjoy! Feel free to request!!!
It had been a long day and it had been a while since you and your boyfriend, Peter, had spent some quality time together- let alone had a date.
Peter had also had a long day, so he suggested having a night in. A nice, comfy night in, in the comfort of your bed with a nice movie playing and a hot box of pizza on the blankets that were bound to eventually become a fort by the end of the night.
“I have never had a more exhausting day in my life!” Peter groaned as he threw himself onto your pillows in your room at the compound.
“At least we have the rest of the weekend to look forward to, and by the way, this is our first date in months. I’m just glad I didn’t have to get ready or anything gross like that.” You said with a cringe.
Peter let out a tired laugh, “Is the pizza ordered already?”
“Called on the way here while you and Happy had that awkward conversation.” You answered.
“I love you.” Peter smiled as he rolled over to you and pressed a kiss to your knee.
“You weirdo, my lips are up here.” You laughed.
With that, Peter sat up, pressing a kiss to your lips and holding your face in his hands, then pulling you onto his lap, where you ran your fingers through the short curls. Taking the shortest of breaks to remove Peter’s shirt and to take a break to breathe.
The breathing got heavy, the kisses more fervent than the seemingly innocent kiss that was pressed to your knee only moments prior. You had just began to build the friction between the both of you when the door was flung open.
“The pizza just got here, hope you don’t mind, but I took a sli- Oh my God! Stop it!” Your dad, Tony, yelled.
Not even five minutes later, Peter was sat in a chair at the foot of your bed.
“I didn’t think I would have to do this, F.R.I.D.A.Y. pull up some holograms of the human body. I need to make a presentation I guess. Ok, here we go. This is the male body and this is the female body. The male has a penis, which in some cases enters the vagina.”
You and Peter shot each other a look of panic and disgust.
“Hey, eyes up here! Now, I know teenagers have their hormones and at times have sex. Actually they probably all do, but there are things to save yourselves from diseases known as STDs and children.”
“I am right here, dad.” You glared.
“It was a joke baby. Anyways, there are many forms of birth control: the pill, condoms, a diaphragm, um a female condom, but the safest way to prevent these things- is abstinence.” Tony pointed out.
You and Peter let out a laugh, tears of laughter eventually streaming from your eyes.
“This isn’t funny! These things will stick with you for the rest of your lives! Things you can’t ever erase!”
“Mr. Stark, we had sex ed for 3 years already and biology, we already know all about this, plus like 2 years of biology.” Peter laughed.
“Dad, just give us the pizza and go, take another slice, have a nice scotch on the rocks,” you said pushing him to the door and slowly closing it, “Plus, I know where you hide your condoms if needed, which, they might be.”
The door slammed shut immediately before you could hear your dads protests.
“Pizza is kinda cold, you mind if we put an animated movie on tonight? I don’t want anything that’s too much, ya know?” You mumbled, setting the pizza on the bed and clicking through the movie selection.
“I really love you.” Peter said with a dreamy smile right after a giggle left his lips.
As Yuta opened his eyes, the room was still dark, his eyes having to adjust to the lack of light. Knowing full well it was way to early to actually be getting up, he blindly swept his hand over the cold sheets, in search of his phone that was usually tucked beneath his pillow, but more often than not, got moved around in his sleep. Finally finding it, nearly at the edge of the bed and at risk of falling off, Yuta switched it on, immediately wincing at the bright light assaulting his eyes. Blinking to return his vision, Yuta was more than pleased to see it was only 4AM, not even close to morning. Grinning to himself, he tossed his phone to the side and buried back in the covers, before the suddenly realization hit him and his eyes flashed open again. Where’s Y/N? It didn’t occur to him that you’d slept over, and were now no longer in his bed, until now. Mind awake, Yuta flung the bedding off of him, and sprung out of bed, flicking the bedroom light on. Your phone and shoes were still in his room, you couldn’t be far. And with that, Yuta went on his ‘quest’ to find his missing lover. More times than he could count, he’d found you in the living room, quietly watching a show you were previously watching before bed. And you’d leave to watch in the other room, so you wouldn’t wake Yuta. Or he’s catch you sneaking secret hot chocolate at 2AM in his kitchen, trying your hardest to not make noise despite getting distracted, and always missing the countdown on the microwave. Though, when he checked both places, Yuta found you in neither. Now, he panicked. Knowing full well you had to still be in the apartment, he couldn’t help but scramble from room to room. even checking closets just in case, to find you. Yuta was on the verge of just calling the cops, for whatever reason, before he passed his old roommate’s door and heard the water running. Of course, I’m an idiot. Yuta mentally smacked himself. Y/N’s showering, I’m actually an idiot, wow. It completely slipped his mind, that after his roommate had moved out, leaving the apartment completely to Yuta, that he’d taken to using the other shower. When he moved in, his roommate already had the apartment, so of course he took the better room and bath. So without his old friend here, Yuta planned to move in to the bigger room. But then, he was too lazy to move everything, and decided to just use the better shower since he wasn’t planning on filling the spare room. Pushing the door open, sure enough, he found your clothes laid out on the desk left in the spare room, and the bathroom door barely closed. “Y/N?” Yuta called, pausing as the door, not wanting to spook you by just slamming the door open and end up in the ER before morning. “Yeah?” You hummed back, continuing to enjoy the steam and heat built up in the warm shower, as opposed to the now cooler rooms thanks to autumn arriving. “You okay?” Yuta asked, pushing the door open and getting hit with the muggy air built up in the tiled room. “It’s 4am? What are you doing up so early?” “I couldn’t sleep,” You shrugged, watching his silhouette through the class panel walking over to sit on the toilet as you showered. “It’s too cold, and you haven’t gotten the heat fixed, have you?” He was quiet and you snickered at whatever excuse he was going to make for being lazy this time. “I was going to! I promise!” Yuta swore, his voice immediately got higher as he tried to lie and be innocent. “But?” You asked mockingly. Hearing the usually so put together, and confident man trip over himself at your accusation was too good. It’s one of the perks of being his, only you get to see him this way. “But-!” Yuta sighed, and gave up, slouching against the porcelain, “It was cold yesterday…I didn’t want to go out…” “And now it’s cold inside.” You replied, rinsing your hair. “So, how are you going to fix this?” “Why do I have to do it?” Yuta whined, sinking lower against his seat. “You basically live here too! And you work right down the street from the heating thing! Can’t I just give you money or something and you do it?” “Yeah, you could.” You nodded to yourself, agreeing. “Why didn’t you think of that yesterday?” “You know I was distracted.” Yuta scowled. “Mhmm, I’m sure you were. Distracted by what?” “That fucking skirt you wore to dinner,” Yuta growled, “You know that one’s my favorite!”