am so sexually frustrated right now

Kiss The Girl (Uma x fem!reader)

Originally posted by gayscendants

Uma barely had enough time to get dressed before a grumpy Harry and half asleep Gil came barging into her dorm room. “Waking up at the bloody cracka dawn. This school is bonkers,” Harry growled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You should have known it was going to happen before you accepted,” The sea witch muttered, applying her eyeliner with deadly precision.

“And leave my Captain and mates with these pansies? Not likely,” The brunet retorted, elbowing a sleeping Gil.

The Captain smirked, laying down her eye pencil before turning to face her comrades. “Well, boys. Let’s go show these pretty pink princesses and perfect princes what Villains are truly like.”

The two boys exchanged mischievous grins, “ Aye aye, Captain.”

“Here you go, little guy,” You whispered, gently untangling a Koi from Auradon’s “Serenity Garden”. Some bastard apparently decided to try fishing in the Koi Pong. Again.

Being the Granddaughter of King Triton made you the obvious candidate , along with the son of Rapunzel, Thomas, who had proven to have a green thumb, to tend to the Garden, seeing as it was mostly bridges and trails centered around a rather large system of ponds and rivers. With certain areas for beautiful plant life, of course. There was even a small area dedicated to growing fresh fruits and vegetables, tended to by some student volunteers.

“What is this place?” A girl’s voice cut through the silence, startling you enough to accidentally cut yourself on the surprisingly sharp fishing line tangled around your hand. You turned your head, surprised to find one of the newly attending Villain Kids standing behind you, arms crossed as she observed the garden.

“The Serenity Garden,” You answered, startling the girl. She looked at you with wide eyes, reaching for her belt as if attempting to grab a sword that wasn’t there. “When did you get there?””

“I could ask you the same question,” You replied with an amused smile. “You startled me as well.”

“Are you fishing? I\ figured that would against the…” She trailed off, as if not knowing the word she was looking for.

“Rules?” You offered, attempting to untangle your hand, only succeeding in tangling up your other hand as well.


“Oh it is, very much so. Some boy has been trying to fish for Koi. Poor Louis got tangled up in the fishing line. Elmer nearly drowned thanks to the leather coat he left behind holding him underwater,” You mumbled, nodding to a red leather jacket hanging on the railing of the bridge a few feet away. “I didn’t know fish could drown,” The girl muttered, a confused look on her face.

“Well, they can if they’re in water completely devoid of oxygen and aren’t able to surface. But Elmer is a toad,” You explained, cutting yourself again on the fishing line wrapped around your hands.

“Do you need some help?” She asked, motioning to your tangled hands. You gave a sheepish laugh, “Please.”

The girl crouched down beside you, working on getting your hands free. “I’m Uma.”

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Uma.”

“Why is it every time I come here you’re in some type of trouble?” Uma mumbled, as she pulled you out of the water of the Koi pond. You laughed, “It’s not like I meant to fall in the Koi Pond! Annabelle was trapped between a rock and the side of the pond and I slipped.” You explained, squeezing out your shirt.

“Why do you name your fish?” She asked, watching you with amusement as you pulled your soaked hair up into a ponytail. “I don’t name them. They name themselves. They just tell me their names and get offended when I don’t call them by them,” You muttered.

Her eyebrows shot up. “You can speak to fish?” She asked, looking a little weirded out by the fact you appeared to be hearing voices.

“My mother is Ariel, of course I can speak to fish, what did you expect?” You asked. She gave a nod, “I should have seen that coming.”

“So what brings you by?” You asked, sitting on the edge of the bridge, letting your feet dangle into the water. She sat beside you, crossing her legs so her boots wouldn’t get wet. “Well, Harry is trying to find Carlos and Gil is at Tourney practice,” She explained, laying back to stare up at the cloudy sky.

“Oh so I’m just your third option?” You teased, mimicking her actions and turning your head to face her.

“Never,” She replied, a small smile appearing on her face.

“Good,” You said, scooting closer to her slightly. “Because you’re my first choice,” you added softly.

“Am I now?” She teased softly, moving even closer to you so your faces were mere inches part. You nodded, smile mimicking hers.

“Good,” She whispered, leaning her face closer to yours.

You closed your eyes, leaning closer until you could feel her lips grazing yours when -

“Oh, sorry, am I interruptin’ somethin’ here?” Harry asked from where he stood at the end of the bridge. Uma sat up quickly, glaring at her first mate. “Yes, Harry, you are,” Uma gritted out through clenched teeth.

“Oopsies. Mal’s looking for you. Something about putting a cream depilatory in some princess’s shampoo bottle for looking at you?” Harry raised his eyebrows, clicking his tongue, “I must say, Cap… I’m so proud of you.”

“You should probably go take care of that,” You remarked, raising an eyebrow at the blue haired girl.

“Yeah,” She sighed. You gave her a smile before pressing your lips to her cheek. “See you tomorrow, Uma.”

“Why does the Isle have dark cloud over it?” You asked as you sat by the edge of Auradon staring across the ocean at the Island she called home. “My mom said it’s because Beast and Belle wanted to make the Isle as dreadful as humanely possible,” She replied, lips pressed into a tight line. You shook your head, lacing your fingers through hers.

“Do you ever miss it? The Isle, I mean,” You asked, gazing at the dreadful looking Island. She nodded, giving your hand a squeeze. “Sometimes. I miss my ship, my necklace, my freedom, hell, sometimes I even miss working at Ursula’s Fish and Chips with my crew. I definitely miss my swords, being able to rough someone up for disrespecting me. You definitely can’t do that here.”

“I’d love to see the look on Fairy Godmother’s face if you did that,” You laughed, leaning your head on her shoulder. “She’d probably Bibbidi bobbity boo me right back to the Isle,” She muttered, laughing slightly.

“Yeah don’t do that then,” You chuckled.

“Why? You’d miss me that much?” She teased.

“Yeah. I would,” You whispered softly. Uma’s face softened as you locked eyes.

“There you see her,”

“Did you hear that?” She asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Sitting there across the way,”

“She don’t have a lot to say,

But there’s something about her”

“Who the hell is singing right now?” Uma called out, looking around.

“And you don’t know why,

But you’re dying to try,

You wanna Kiss The Girl.”

You wanted to die of embarrassment when a few other villain kids poked their heads out of the bushes. Are they seriously singing right now!?

Uma’s face heated, with embarrassment or fury you couldn’t tell, the more the song went on.

“I’m so sorry they did that,” Uma whispered to you after they finished and were now staring at you expectantly.

You glanced at the small group before getting a playful smile.


“Well what?” The sea witch asked.

“Are you gonna kiss the girl?”

A smile overtook her face as she nodded slightly.

“Yeah, I am.” And with that, she pressed her lips to yours.

“Hey, Lass - er, Lasses? I get yer all sexually frustrated and all, but can you not eat each other’s faces off right now? I’d like to keep my appetite in tact.”

I thought it was a dream M.C

Originally posted by cliffordmichael

warning: smut

word count: 1500+

summary: Michael does things to you while he’s sleepwalking

requested?: yes, hope you liked it anon :)) so I accepted the challenge by a lovely anon to write 2 smuts in the 2 days that I’m home from school which means that there will be another smut going up tomorrow, I hope y’all are excited for it because I certainly am.

requests are currently closed but hopefully in a month or so I’ll be able to re-open them so you guys can request as many 

- Find my Masterlist here -


“mikey stop” I groaned, shoving his hands away from my breasts for what seems like the fifth time tonight. It’s not him touching my boobs that’s the issue, for some odd reason Michael finds comfort in my boobs when he’s home from tour so it’s not uncommon for him to rest his hands on them or anything, it’s the fact that he keeps playing with my nipples, an instant turn on for me.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts on the lyrics of Dangerous Animals?

I love Dangerous Animals. The lyrics to me always embodied a sexual frustration/tension/desire he can’t get to. There are a lot of phrases in that song that fit each other “pinned down by the dark, to my knees you do promote me.” Humbug era Alex lyrics are trickier to decipher, especially a song like this. He tends to bounce around, with long winded ideas and concepts that leave you a little breathless and confused. However, his theme and mood are still cast pretty strong. I always liked in Dangerous Animals how he describes the acrobat falling off the beam, the audience watching. Those lines are consistent with the album’s overall theme and tone, the nonsense and the like… Carnival imagery he refers to throughout the entire album. I have another ask about Humbug, and I will write about this more in depth in that.

Anyway, I’ve always struggled with understanding what his message is in this song. Since I can’t actually go and ask him, and if I could he wouldn’t tell me, I can only guess. Usually my guesses have more confidence but this one I never really was so sure. Because he like steers the lyrics in a different direction out of nowhere. I’ll try my best, but don’t take my word for it. And if you have thought otherwise this entire time and want to disagree with me, you can. I have a very weak argument. I’m not sure if I’m right on this one.

The first verse starts with him fighting with his sheets, or struggling to sleep, because he’s frustrated. The well-told gripe. He just wants a girl. “You should have racing stripes the way you keep me in pursuit.” Gets me every time. I don’t need to explain that. “Then do my knees you do promote me” - he’s almost at her mercy, as if to say being pushed down by this girl is a promotion. (Similar theme in She Does the Woods. “She turns my back to the earth and shows me that’s where I’m meant to be.” I’m just assuming by his consistent bottom position he likes to be… Dominated? Inappropriate. I digress.)

He’s stuck in the dark thinking of this girl. “The light it fidgets though, the thoughts’ll soon revert to you…” He’s stuck in the dark, or presumably at night (another major theme on this album; night time, sleep, darkness) thinking of her again. “About as bashful as a tribal dance” - tribal dances are the opposite of bashful. His thoughts aren’t bashful at all. They’re enough for him to later say “so let’s make a mess lioness.” His head pirouettes, or spins around more than he’d like to admit to himself or to the girl he’s thinking of.

The lines I have always struggled with are his circus sounding lines, which are the ones  about the acrobat falling off the beam. Where did it come from? Are his friends the audience, divided, telling him how he should feel about this girl? Is it her friends telling her to stay away from him? Who is the acrobat on the beam? Was he just like… this sounds right I’m doing it? (Maybe?) Those lines always stuck out to me because I couldn’t figure them out. I can’t make sense of them. If you have an idea, tell me. I’d love to know.

Some people/interviewers said that AM was the sexy, raunchy album that was kind of unexpected. I always disagreed because of Dangerous Animals. It’s him expressing a frustration, something sexual and laced in desire he can’t let go of. He’s losing sleep over it. He just wants her, doesn’t know how to get to her. It’s been long enough now, so just make a mess already. That line makes my stomach flip, every time. “make a mess, lioness.” Ugh.
How He Finally Gave In
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Doctor Who (2005)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Tenth Doctor (duplicate)/Rose Tyler
Characters: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler
Additional Tags: UST, married, Torchwood - Freeform, delayed gratification, Sexual Frustration, not explicit, Crack, Fluff, Fluffy McFluff, Silly, unrealistic probably
Series: Part 8 of Timepetalsprompts

He’s teaching by day, she’s defending the Earth by night. And they are both about to burst.

Written for @timepetalsprompts prompt, “Sex Time”.

She stumbled into their flat, barely remembering to flip the deadbolt lock on the front door. The brightness of eight am light hurt her stinging, exhausted eyes, so she stumbled to the window and drew the drapes. She knew she should eat something — considering she hadn’t eaten in well over 14 hours — but right now, sleep was her number one priority. She collapsed onto the sofa, one leg and one arm hanging off.

But then her husband made an appearance.

She peeled one eye open.

His hands were pushed into the pockets of his brown pinstriped trousers. He was wearing the glasses. And his hair was perfect. In a word, he was gorgeous. And doing that thing with his eyebrow. And that half smile thing.

But she didn’t feel a single tingle. No butterflies in her belly. No prickles on her neck or flushed cheeks or building heat or— anything.

He leaned over, and kissed her jaw. “Oh, I missed you last night. Couldn’t stop thinking about you. The bed was so cold.”

“Takemetobed,” she slurred, eyes drifting shut again.

He hummed happily. “Your wish is my command.”

She smiled lazily as he pulled her off of the sofa, and led her into their bedroom. “Gonna feel so good. Close the blinds,” she ordered quietly. “Need it dark.”

“Mmmmm. You do like it dark, don’t you?” He removed his tie as he scurried to the window. “Love the dark. Dark is brilliant. Well, not brilliant. Unbrilliant.”

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Oh man, oh geez, oh gosh Allie I am a vERY SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED WOMAN RIGHT NOW! I'm just starting my period so I'm cramping HARD but also tmi but I get vv horny when I'm on my period and there isn't much to be done about it 🙃🙃 I need me some of Harry's fine piece of ass right about now. Or mouth. Or fingers. Or cock. Or thigh. Ya know whatever works. I'm not picky 😩🙃 I also found out recently that orgasms help with cramps so @harry whenever you're ready... come on over bro,, dude,, pal

I’m sure he’d love for you to take a ride on his thick thigh, getting what you need… and when you’re done and still shaking and kissing his neck he peeks down at you, rubbing the small of your back. “Feel better, love?”

"Confidence is Sexy" (MATURE)

Justin’s eyes fluttered open only slightly, his vision blurry in the darkness of the room. The only light visible was that of various candles that he later realised were scented, they sat calmly on the bedside table. He watched the silhouette at the window, taking in the curves that were being complimented by the light coming through the window.

He proceeded to sit up but was instantly cut off of the action by restrictions at his wrists, he dragged them forward rapidly numerous times, only to hear the sound of clinking metal. He frowned deeply as he tried to release himself. “No point in trying to get away.” The voice rang through his ears, it was smoky, causing his heart to stammer in his chest. He heard shuffling and a few moments later, felt a hand on his bare stomach. It ran up and down his chest.

“W-What are you doing?” He found himself only able to let out a whisper. He yanked his wrists, emphasising his want to be free.

“Sshh.” She whispered before pressing her lips against his with more force than he’d expected, he opened his mouth gratefully. She pulled away and tugged his bottom lip with her teeth playfully, smirking as he let out a confused groan.

She climbed on top of him, placing her legs at each side of him. She wore only her red lingerie while he wore his boxers, meaning the material that stood in their way was only thin. So when she slid her hips forward across his dick, he let out a low grunt at the intense sudden feeling.

She kissed down his neck, leaving a wet trail that lingered on his senses. Feeling her breath on his neck, and the touch of her dainty hands made him attempt to break free from the handcuffs by pulling continuously. He heard her laugh. “All that’s gonna do is hurt.” He looked up at her to see her smirking mischievously, and he couldn’t help but feel irritated by the fact that she had control. He frowned, wanting to feel his hands on her, wanting to roll her over and fuck her hard for punishment.

“Let me go, [Y/N].” He spat his words at her, only making the expression on her face worse to which he looked puzzled. “I’m serious, let me go. You don’t get control, I do. This isn’t how this works, come on.” He was almost whining like a little boy now, which only seemed to amuse her. All the while, he was still trying to break free by yanking his wrists away.

She didn’t say a word. She simply went back to kissing his body while running her hands roughly up and down his stomach. And all he could do was lay and feel the pleasure. He tried not to enjoy it, he tried with everything in him, but the feeling of her touch was almost too much, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he gives in to her ways.

She moved slowly, further down his body and rested between his legs. Her lips met his pelvis, it was only a few seconds later that he felt her tongue trailing across the waistband of his boxers. He tried to fight it, but he couldn’t help the want and the need to look down and when he did, he saw her large, dark eyes staring up at him. Her tongue glistened. She dug her nose into his skin, he only later realised she was taking the material of his boxers in between her teeth. She got to her hands and knees and began to pull the restriction down his legs, far too slow that it was almost painful for him.

Once they were on the floor, she seemed to just watch him, and he did the same. He made one attempt at yanking his limb away, not wanting to show any signs of struggling. “If you don’t let me go, right now, you’ll regret it.” His nostrils flared as he watched her, feeling himself become hot and heavy in her presence. “I’ll fuck you up; I’ll fuck you so hard, over and over and over, until you’re begging me to stop because it’s too much for you. Now let me fucking go.” He tried to sound strong minded, but his demeanour was only just a little over exaggerated.

Once again, she laughed, making his skin crawl. “I know you’re trying this whole ‘I’m-the-man-so-I’m-in-charge-in-bed’ thing but you see, you might think you’re in charge, but you’re the one handcuffed to the bed.” She sent him an innocent, almost sympathetic look, tilting her head to the side once she’d finished her sentence. “And you’re looking very frustrated right now and it is very hot but also very cute; you think I’m going to let you go.” She giggled, making him grunt. “I can tell you’re enjoying this as much as I am.” Her hand touched his thigh.

He rolled his eyes. “You can’t tell anything.” He now agreed that he was sounding like a child at the moment, both due to being handcuffed and the sexual frustration that was building up inside of him.

She moved closer to him. “I don’t think your cock would be this hard and dripping so early on if you didn’t like it.” She whispered, following her words by flicking her tongue across the tip of his dick, licking the precum that was spilling out the top. He felt his body tense up at the small bit of contact. “Admit it, Justin. Admit that this has you turned on and I’ll give you the best night of your life.” The familiar smirk edged onto her face.

He scoffed. “Fuck that.” He leaned his head back, almost to say “end of discussion, there’s no way that’s going to happen so you might as well stop now”. But she wasn’t stopping there.

“Fine.” She shrugged. He brought his head forward to see her taking her hands behind her back to unclasp her bra, and when she did, he found it hard not to just give into her so he could get closer to her chest while she rode him. She sat on her knees in front of him, he tried to act unbothered by her sudden action but probably failed as he kept glancing his eyes up and down, between her eyes and her boobs. He also found himself licking his lips, to which she smirked.

She reached out her hand and took a hold of his dick, she ran her hand up and down, causing him to let out a shaky breath and close his eyes. “You like that?” Her voice was silky, her eyes bored into his face. He let out a sigh, hesitating before nodding his head shamefully. “Tell me.” She demanded, slowing down her movements. He didn’t speak, he simply jutted his hips in attempt to get some kind of friction. “Justin. Tell me you like this or I’ll assume you don’t and I’ll stop. After all, you did say you wanted me to release you.” She whispered.

He grunted when she tightened her grip. “Why do you have to be such a fucking tease?” He glared at her. She smirked, waiting patiently. She leaned down and flicked her tongue across the tip of his dick, he shuddered. “Shit.” He whispered.

She slowly took all of him, moving her head further and further down until she gagged, all Justin could do is watch with lust and want. “Oh, fuck.” His eyes rolled to the back of his head when she closed her lips around his length. The room became hotter as they delved into the early morning. “Don’t stop, baby.” He breathed out, grinding his teeth when remembering how restricted he was. “That feels so good.” He moaned loudly, giving her exactly what she wanted. She sat up, satisfied. Justin, on the other hand, growled in annoyance. “What the fuck, [Y/N]?” He shuffled uncomfortably.

She chuckled at him. Moving up his body, she kissed various parts on her way. “And now,” She pressed her lips against his lazily to which he reacted enthusiastically. He opened his mouth to feel her tongue against his. “For the best part.” Her whisper rang through his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

She positioned herself, instantly telling Justin what was coming next. She felt the pressure of Justin’s size pushing into her entrance, making her weaken instantly. Hearing Justin’s long groan caused her to bite down on her lip and close her eyes.

“Hmm.” Justin’s eyes fell shut and his hips bucked up once again. “If you take these handcuffs off now, I’ll fuck you fast and hard, just like I know you love.” He leaned up the best he could considering his situation. “I’ll make you cum.” He whispered suggestively.

Her hands found his chest, he fell back and a shocked expression replaced the smug one that had previously taken over his entire face. “No.” She whispered into his ear. “You’re handcuffed for a reason. I’m in charge. I’m going to ride you and you can only cum when I tell you to, understand?” She slammed down onto him, making him cry out and throw his head back. “Is that a yes?” She chuckled.

He nodded rapidly, balling his fists and letting out a growl. She rode him while keeping her hands on his chest for support. “Fuck.” She whimpered, feeling him deep inside her walls.

Justin was suddenly thankful his eyes had adjusted to the dark. He watched her boobs rise and fall in front of him as she bounced above him. He wanted nothing more than to grab them and take them in his mouth. Sweat could now be felt in between their bodies, but at this point, they didn’t mind.

“Shit, baby, don’t you dare stop now.” He was already close due to her teasing, he felt the tightness beginning in his stomach. “Oh..” He trailed off before he could finished his sentence.

“Are you close? I can feel you twitching inside of me.” She smirked, but felt her own high around the corner. She watched him, enjoying the view. She found herself completely drunk on the control she had. “Looks like you’ve got something to ask me.” She leaned over to leave wet kisses on his neck, he tilted his head to give her more access.

“C-Can I cum?” He spoke through gritted teeth. “Fuck, please, babygirl.” He let out a quiet whimper, a sound that she rarely heard because he was always in control and able to let go whenever he wanted. This was different. “Shit, I’m there–baby, please.” His back was arched off the bed at this point, his face full of concentration.

When she felt her own orgasm had approached, she spoke into his ear. “L-Let go.”

They came together. Justin yanked at his wrists rapidly as he felt his juices flowing and the pleasure numbing his body. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Each time the word left his lips was the same time she slammed down onto his dick, matching the rhythm perfectly. He writhed, something she didn’t see too often because, once again, he was always in control.

Her pace became slower as she attempted to go faster; the feeling of her orgasm took over her control. Her rhythm became sloppy and unsteady as she felt her legs shake from beneath her. “Oh, God.” Her back arched and she took her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down hard.

Eventually, she came to a halt, collapsing against Justin’s body. They laid silently, the only sound was their breaths colliding together in the air.

Now can you uncuff me?” He chuckled, making her blush but she masked it with a laugh. A sigh of relief was drawn from his throat as he felt the steel being retracted from the dents it had made in his skin. “I know I complained, but that was so, so hot.” He pulled her close and nudged his nose into her neck. “The way you took control and demanded was so sexy, I love confident you. Confidence is sexy.” His voice was pure and sincere.

❝ american beauty ❞ ( 1999 ) sentence meme

content warning: drugs, sexual content

  • It’s a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself.
  • I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me, but it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world.
  • My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst.
  • You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry. You will someday.
  • I watched you very closely! You didn’t screw up once!
  • Welcome to America’s weirdest home videos.
  • Never underestimate the power of denial.
  • Sometimes, there’s so much beauty in the world - I feel like I can’t take it, like my heart is just going to cave in.
  • I don’t think that there’s anything worse than being ordinary.
  • If people I don’t even know look at me and want to fuck me, it means I really have a shot at being a model.
  • You don’t think it’s kinda weird and fascist?
  • Oh well, all right, let’s all sell our souls and work for Satan because it’s more convenient that way.
  • Man, you are one twisted fuck.
  • I’m just an ordinary guy with nothing to lose.
  • That’s right, I was choking the bishop, chafing the carrot, you know, saying “hi” to my monster!
  • You think you’re the only one who’s sexually frustrated here?
  • Don’t interrupt me, honey.
  • Oh honey, are you trying to look unattractive?
  • Well, I see you’re smoking pot now.
  • You’re one to talk, you bloodless, money-grubbing freak.
  • I’m the best piece of ass in three states.
  • It’s like God’s looking right at you, just for a second, and if you’re careful… you can look right back.
  • And then he just pulled down his pants, you know, like say hello to Mr. Happy.
  • I am so sick of people taking their insecurities out on me.
Birthday Surprise -  Tyler Joseph Smut

Happy late birthday! I hope you had a great day! 

My eyes flutter open as the sun peers in through the curtains. I roll over to my side to see that Tyler isn’t there laying next to me. I sit up slowly furrowing my eyebrows, where is he? As if on cue Tyler walks into our shared bedroom with a tray full of food in hand. He slowly walks in with the tray with a huge smile plastered on his face. His eyes meet mine and he starts to sing.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Y/N, happy birthday to you,” he sings in his angelic voice as he sets the tray on my lap kissing my cheek.

Today was in fact my birthday. Tyler is always so sweet to me. On the tray was eggs, bacon, and a glass of orange juice but on the small stake of pancakes a pink candle was lit in the center.

“Make a wish baby,” he whispers to me resting his head on my shoulder. I take deep breath and blow out the singular candle.

“Thank you, Ty,” I say to me. He lifts his head from my shoulder and sweetly pecks my lips.

“No need to thank me, Y/N, you deserve the best on your birthday,” he says with a light chuckle.

“I love you so much Tyler,” I say quickly pecking his lips.

“Not as much as I love you, Y/N. Now, eat up. I’m going to hop in the shower then we should probably get ready to go to your parents’ house,” he says kissing my forehead. I nod my head and dig in.

Tyler gets up from the bed and heads to the bathroom. Every year on my birthday my parents throw a party for me but this year I don’t really want to go. I really just want to lay in bed with Tyler all day and have some fun under the sheets. Sex with Tyler is literally mind blowing. I swear we could have sex 24/7 and I wouldn’t get tired of it, it’s that good. Clearly, I am beyond sexually frustrated right now. We had planned to have our way with one another last night but that was until Josh showed up unexpectedly and didn’t want to leave.

I finished eating and took the tray down to the kitchen. My mind kept drifting off as I loaded the dish washer, I seriously just want Tyler to have me right here and right now on the kitchen counter. I’m so in my own fantasy I don’t even realize Tyler walking up behind me. He snakes his arms around my waist and I can’t help but jump.

“I didn’t mean to scare you baby,” he says with a chuckle, “but you didn’t have to do the dishes, I was going to do them.”

“It’s okay, I’m fine with doing them,” I say to him. I shift slightly rubbing my ass on his crotch on purpose. I can’t help it, I want to blow the party and just have mind blowing sex all day.

“Baby, we can’t,” Tyler groans out. “We have to leave soon.”

“Come on Tyler, we can be quick,” I say turning around and facing me. He furrows his eyebrows contemplating my proposition but shakes his head in disapproval.

“Babe, we can’t be late to your own party,” he says crossing his arms.

“Please,” I beg looking at him with puppy dog eyes and pouting my lip.

“Y/N, we need to get ready,” he says to me.

“Fine,” I say complaining. I walk past him but as I do his hand makes contact with my ass giving it a light smack.

“Sorry, twitchy palms,” he says with a wink. I glare at him and walk up to our room.

We both get ready in a little over an hour and head off to my parents’ house. Very few words were said on the way to there. I stare out the window dreading this whole thing. I love my family, don’t get me wrong, but I just am not in the mood for them. It’s really the same thing every year it’s the same thing: chatting for awhile, lunch, presents, then I can go home with Tyler. I just want to skip to the end.

Tyler pulls into my parents’ drive way. He gets out of the car and walks over to the passenger side. Tyler pulls open my door, holding out his hand to me. I gladly take it and peck his lips softly once I’m out of the car. We walk to the door hand in hand. Tyler reaches his other hand to knock on the door but my mom flings the door wide open before he even has the chance to knock.

“You’re here!” She squeals. She pulls us inside and we’re greeted by a bunch of my family.

“Happy Birthday, Y/N!” They all yell. I can’t help but smile.

The party seems to go agonizingly slow. I soon get pretty restless and bored. You can only answer your family’s questions for so long. We are now all seated at the table for lunch. Tyler and I sit next to each other as w are surrounded by everyone else. Conversation is soon started amongst everyone else as Tyler and I stay silent as we eat.

I slide my hand under the table and rest it on Tyler’s thigh. I continue to eat but I want to get him worked up. I slowly start to slide my hand up toward his crotch. He sucks in a breath as my hand moves closer. I slowly start to rub his hand on through his pants. Tyler stays still. I continue to rub his bulge, loving the feeling of his hard cock underneath my hand. He lowly groans.

“Y/N, stop,” he says to me lowly.

“No,” I say back to him with a smirk.

“So Tyler, how’s that band of yours doing?” My aunt says to him. I can’t help but smirk. I don’t stop from rubbing him regardless if one of my family members is talking to him.

“Oh yeah, things have been great. We start touring in a couple months now,” he says clearing his throat.

He and my aunt continue to talk, as they talk I don’t stop. I begin to talk with my mom that is unit Tyler decides he needs some payback. Tyler moves his own hand under the table. He rests it on my knee for a moment, rubbing his thumb on my skin. His hand then slowly slithers up my thigh and underneath my dress. I suck in a breath and spread open my legs a bit. His hand reaches my soaking wet core. His fingers rub my pussy through my lace panties. I bite my lip as I try to hold in a moan. My cheeks start to heat up.

“Y/N, are you alright?” My mom asks me with concern.

“I actually am getting a migraine,” I say to her. “I think I may need to go home.”

“Oh okay bunny, if you aren’t feeling well that’s probably best,” She says.

Tyler removes his hand from me. Both of us stand up from the table and say our farewell. Tyler leads me out to the car. We both get in and he starts to drive home.

“Spread open your legs and take off your panties,” he orders once we are a few blocks away from my parents’ house.

I immediately do as I am told. He looks over at me with a smirk. He moves his right hand off the wheel and over to me. With out any warning he pushes two of his long, slender fingers into my soaking wet pussy. I moan out from the sudden pleasure.

“Did you think it was funny to embarrass me in front of your family?” Tyler growls out as his thrusts his fingers inside of me at a quicker pace.

“No,” I moan out clutching to the side of the seat.

“Don’t you ever do that again baby, do you understand,” he says.

“Yes Tyler,” I moan out.

I can feel my orgasm approaching, my stomach starts to tighten and I can feel my walls clench around Tyler’s fingers. I moan out loudly, practical screaming Tyler’s name. But then, as if just to torture me, he removes his fingers. I groan out at the loss of pleasure. I look over to him with a glare and he just smirks and sticks his fingers in his mouth sucking them clean.

We soon arrive home. I quickly walk into the house feeling mad about Tyler not allowing to cum. Tyler walks slowly in behind me, I stand in the middle of the missile of the living room my arms crossed. I glare at him. He walks in front of me and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him.

“Aw, what’s wrong baby?” He asks with a small smirk on his lips.

“You know why I’m upset,” I snap at him.

“Oh sweetie, that was just payback for what you pulled back at the party. But now you’ll get what you want, after all you are the birthday girl,” he says tapping my nose.

Tyler moves to take my hand and leads me up to our bedroom. When we reach our room I couldn’t help but gasp. Candles are places all over the room giving the room a dim glow and rose petals are spread all over the floor and the bed.

“How, how did you do all of this?” I ask out of shock.

“I asked Josh to do it while we were gone, I wanted tonight to be special for you baby,” he says sweetly placing a kiss on my cheek. “Now strip and lay down in the middle of the bed.”

I take a few steps away from Tyler and look at him. I slowly take off my dress letting it pool at my feet. I reach behind me and unclasp my bra and toss it at Tyler. I turn around and walk to the bed swaying my hips. I get up onto the bed, sitting in the middle. My back is against the headboard and I spread my legs so that my pussy is on full view for Tyler.

Tyler looks at me licking his lips. He too then takes off all of his clothes. Once he slides his boxers off his big, hard cock springs up and hits his stomach. I can’t help but stare. Tyler smirks and walks over to me. He climbs onto the bed and hovers over me in-between my legs.

Tyler leans down, his hand cupping my cheek. He smashes his lips onto mine into a heated, passionate kiss. I wrap my legs around his waist. I push my hips up practically begging for him to fuck me. Tyler parts from my lips and moves his mouth to me ear, nibbling on the lob. I can’t help but lightly moan.

“Beg for it,” he says into my ear.

“Tyler, please. Please fuck me,” I beg with a groan.

Tyler lowly chuckles and thrusts into pussy. I scream out, my hands going to Tyler’s shoulders my nails digging into his soft skin. Tyler begins to thrust his large cock in and out of my pussy. His angled his body just right so that with each thrust he hits my g-spot perfectly. I melt underneath him from the pure pleasure that I am feeling.

Tyler moves his lips down to my neck. He sucks and nibbles on my skin. I know he is going to leave a mark but I don’t care. Tyler groans out lowly as he continues to thrust into me. I can feel his cock twitch deep inside me. I know he’s close and so am I.

“F-fuck, Tyler!” I practically scream out. “I-I’m close!”

“Fuck, me too baby. Cum with me,” he groans pushing himself to thrust into me faster then he already was.

His words send me over the edge. I scream his name, my walls clenching around his cock. My nails dig into his skin deeper, defiantly leaving a mark. Tyler’s cock twitches again as he moans out my name. We both are screaming so loudly I’m sure the neighbors heard but I don’t care.

Tyler’s thrusts stop and he pulls out of me flopping onto the bed next to me. We both lay there covered in sweat and breathing heavily. I stare at the ceiling trying to calm my breathing. Tyler turns over on his side to look at me and he leans over pecking my cheek.

“That, that was amazing baby,” he says, his breathing still heavy.

“I-it was,” I say looking at him with a smile.

“Happy birthday Y/N,” he says pulling me into a sweet, loving kiss.

“Thank you Tyler,” I say snuggling into him.

“I think we should take a nap now,” he says with a chuckle. I nod my head and wrap my arm around him. Tyler kisses the top head. Although today didn’t go exactly as I wanted it to, it was still a great day and I did get wanted in the end. I couldn’t ask for a better day or a better boyfriend. Tyler really is the best guy a girl could ask for, the mind blowing sex is just a little extra bonus.

Baby Project Part 6

Day Four

“Okay this is getting ridiculous.”

Maya opened her eyes groggily and looked up to see her mother staring at her with a disapproving frown, but a glint of humor in her eyes. Maya closed her eyes again and rolled over to snuggle into what she thought was her pillow. She opened her eyes again because her pillow didn’t usually smell like day old aftershave and cedarwood. Her tired eyes were met with a still asleep Lucas and the night before came flooding back to her.

“Mom!” Maya whisper yelled as she turned back to face her mother while trying not to startle her best friend awake. His arm was wrapped tightly around her waist and she honestly wasn’t sure how he could have such a death grip even in his sleep. “It’s not what it looks like, I swear.”

Katy glanced over the scene in front of her and that was when Maya realized just how bad this situation looked. She was lying in her bed with just an old t-shirt and booty shorts on with her half naked best friend clutching onto her protectively in his sleep. Honestly, she wouldn’t be surprised if Katy pulled a Cory and chased Lucas out of her room and held onto his shoe as a souvenir. Honestly, Maya and Lucas had been found in some pretty compromising positions before by their mothers or Cory and even Topanga a few times, but something felt different about this time. Normally, it was easy to laugh off and tell the adults that nothing had happened, but Maya didn’t think she could do that this time.

Technically, nothing had happened. Lucas had apologized about a million (only a slight exaggeration) times for making her think that he thought she was stupid and promised to make it up to her on their road trip. Colton had been quiet after his big tantrum, but Maya asked Lucas to hang around just in case he went apeshit again. The two of them had been watching some reruns of Friends when Lucas fell asleep and she just didn’t have the heart to wake him up. She ended up texting Lucas’s mother Anne to let her know that he would have to stay over to work on one of their projects. Nothing had happened, so why did Maya feel like it had?

“What it looks like is that you two are going to be late for school for the second time this week if you don’t get your booties in gear.” Katy tried her hardest not to smile, but she couldn’t help it. Maya was sure that her shock was being displayed on her face as she watched her mother walk away without at least grounding her. “You have an hour to be at school babygirl! Don’t make me call Anne.”

“Shit,” Maya looked at the clock and saw that her mother was right. She could not get another tardy or she would have to spend her Friday in detention and she was not doing that again. She looked next to her to her sleeping friend and groaned. Why did he have to look so peaceful in his sleep? It took every ounce of self control in her body to not trace every line of his face to try to commit it to memory. She couldn’t help it. He looked so much younger when he was asleep, like the Lucas she had met on the train years ago. They had both grown up a lot since then and many things had changed, but they still remained the same. No matter what was going on around them, Maya and Lucas always remained Maya and Lucas. He was her rock and she hoped he thought the same of her.

“Why are you staring at me?”

Lucas’s raspy morning voice made Maya jump, resulting in a deep chuckle from him.”Your eyes were closed, how do you know I was staring at you?”

He pulled her closer by her waist and buried his face into her hair. “My Maya sense was tingling.”

She snorted and hit the back of his head. “That sounds like a personal problem buddy.” He looked up at her and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, resulting in another smack. “We have to get up or we are gonna be late.”

He groaned and snuggled further into her small frame. “But it’s so warm here.”

“Don’t tempt me Lucas Tristan Friar. You know I will skip school without a second thought.”

“Why do I always have to be the responsible one?” He poked her side causing her to squirm away. “Let’s go Shortstack. You don’t need another Friday afternoon detention.”


“Okay what the hell is up with you?” Missy asked in English. “You’ve been staring at him more than usual today.”

Maya looked up from their assignment with furrowed eyebrows. “What? Who have I been staring at?”

Missy rolled her eyes as if the answer was obvious. “Your baby daddy obviously!”

Maya couldn’t help the obnoxiously loud laugh that left her throat and earned quite a few glares from her classmates.

“Get back to work, Maya,” Mr. Balliro scolded half heartedly, not even looking up from the papers he was correcting. Maya was his favorite student and she knew that he didn’t care what the hell she did in class, but he also had to keep up his hardass appearance to intimidate the other kids.

“Sorry Mr. B.”

After a few moments, Missy decided to continue the conversation. ”I have my theories, but if you don’t want me making assumptions then you should just tell me.”


“Why did you want to be partners with me today? You know he sucks at English so you always partner with him.”

“Can’t I want to spend time with one of my bestest friends in the world?”

“I’m flattered,” Missy held her hand over her heart and fluttered her eyelashes. ”But we both know that’s bull. Did you guys fuck or something?”

This caught Maya’s attention. “What? No!”

“Don’t act like it’s some farfetched guess! You guys showed up together for this second time this week. Everyone sees the way you two make googly eyes at each other and it’s only a matter of time before that balloon pops.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Are you stoned right now?”
“Maya Hart you are so much smarter than this, come on! The sexual tension between you two is actually suffocating. Even I can feel it when you are around each other.”

Maya shook her head and ran her hands through her hair in frustration. “It’s official Missy, you’ve lost it.”
“Fine,” Missy crossed her arms and glared at her friend as if to challenge her. “You keep on pretending that you don’t want to suck his dick and I will continue knowing that you do.“

"Why am I even friends with you?” Maya groaned more to herself than anything.

“You’re just salty that I’m right.”


During last period, Colton decided that he was going to have another temper tantrum. Lucas was hanging on to him for the day, so he had to leave Mr. Matthews’s class to try and calm the doll. It had been about five minutes before Lucas came back with a still hysterical baby and a very annoyed look on his face.

“I’m sorry Mr. Matthews,” he apologized. “The thing won’t stop crying.”

Cory looked at Maya and nodded to the door where Lucas was standing. “Go on Maya, I think your family needs you.”

Maya looked at him with a confused face. Colton had never thrown this bad of a tantrum while they were in school, so neither of them had had to leave a class before. “Okay.”

She followed Lucas out of the door and towards one of the benches in the hallway.

“I’ve tried everything again and he still won’t shut up!” Lucas sounded extremely frustrated and seemed like he wanted to throw the doll across the hallway. “I think we might have gotten a defective doll.”

Maya reached over and took the baby from Lucas’s arms. “He’s not defective, he’s just difficult.” She began to rock him and hum softly to try to soothe him. After a few moments, the crying stopped and she smiled, extremely proud of herself. She looked up to Lucas who was staring at her in awe.

“How did you do that? How did you know it would work?”

“I didn’t,” she shrugged. “My mom told me I used to cry a lot as a baby and the only thing that would get me to stop was my dad-”

Lucas nodded, understand what she couldn’t bring herself to admit. “What was that song that you were humming?”

“Moon River. It’s an old one, but it always did the trick for me.”

“I think he just hates me.”

Maya laughed and shook her head. “He doesn’t hate you, Lucas. First of all, he’s a doll. Second, no one could ever hate you because you’re just too nice of a guy. I think even plastic knows that.”

Lucas smiled at her and had that look in his eyes again that she couldn’t decipher. She wished that she could read his thoughts so that she could understand what he was feeling. “I’m glad you’re my fake child’s mom, Maya. He couldn’t have gotten more lucky.”

She felt her cheeks heat up and knew that they must be as red as a lobster right now. Luckily, before she could respond something that she would regret later on, the bell rang.

“I’ll go back and grab our stuff. I’ll meet you at your locker, okay?”

Maya nodded and watched him walk back towards the classroom before disappearing into a giant flood of students. She couldn’t help the beaming smile that found its way to her lips.

“Me too, Lucas. Me too.”

Teen Wolf Preference #6

You get caught in a heated moment

I may or may not have gotten a bit carried away with Peter’s just because I’m in love with that psychotic werewolf, love you guys <3 xx

Stiles: Stiles had been stressing himself out over the werewolf drama. He hasn’t been to sleep in days and you were more than worried. Plus, you guys hadn’t had time for each other in over a month and you’ve been craving him more and more each day. Today you were finally going to take care of your boyfriend as well as release some of your own sexual frustration. So here you are, walking into your boyfriend’s house just as Sheriff Stilinski leaves.

“I’ll be back in a little bit, Stiles is up in his room.” He smiled before leaving.

“Thanks Sheriff!” You cheer, making your way up the stairs and into your boyfriend’s room.

When you walk in, there’s papers scattered all over the floor as well as his bed. Stiles’s face was buried into his laptop, eyes intently scanning the screen. Slamming his door shut, you roll your eyes, grabbing the back of the chair and spinning it so he’s facing you.

“Y/N! What are you doing?” He asks, surprised.

“Listen here Stiles Stilinski, I am fed up with you stressing over everything and not sleeping. I’m also fed up with you not even having time for me, if anything, you spend more time with the werewolves than me, and I am so sexually frustrated. So you are either going to fuck me right here, right now, or I’m going to walk out of that door and you are not going to speak to me ever again.” You spoke, your breathing heavy as you stare into your boyfriend’s eyes.

“Y/N.” He whispered.

Before anything else could be said, Stiles stood up, wrapping his arms around your waist as his lips crashed onto yours. Your hands made their way to his hair as you both fell onto his bed, the papers wrinkling underneath you two as he hovered over you. Your guys’ lips moved in sync as your legs wrapped around his waist, his member already hard against you as he ground his hips into yours.

You moaned against his mouth before grabbing the bottom of his shirt, pulling it quickly over his head. His lips attached your neck as your trembling fingers worked on the buttons of your top, Stiles’s hips grinding against yours. Just as you were about to slip the fabric down your arms, the bedroom door swung open.

Your’s and Stiles’s eyes were wide as you both looked towards the doorway, seeing Scott standing there with his jaw dropped wide open as Stiles hurried to cover your body with some papers from off his bed, only to slip and fall to the floor. You couldn’t help but giggle at your clumsy boyfriend as Scott quickly grabbed the door handle and slammed the door shut. Looking over at your boyfriend, you saw that he was already looking up at you curiously.

“Did that ruin the moment?” He uttered, fear evident in his voice as he peered into your eyes.

“Are you kidding me? It’s been over a month and I missed you. Now get your sexy ass back on this bed or I’m coming down there to finish this.” You smirk as he quickly stood to his feet, climbing on top of you.

Scott: You were over at Scott’s house because he was tutoring you in Chemistry, being as any kind of Science was your weakest subject. You were definitely getting bored of all the Chem talk, but you couldn’t help but get lost staring at Scott. The way his lips moved when he spoke, how his large hands made gestures to emphasize the topic.

“Y/N.” He called, making you snap out of your trance.

“Hm?” You looked into his eyes.

“Did you get that?” He asked.

“Oh no sorry, I just, got distracted.” You blushed.

“That’s ok, let me just repeat it.”

“Wait Scott, can we just do about something else?” You interrupt.

“Like what?” Scott asked, tossing the Chemistry book onto the floor with the rest of his books.

Instead of speaking, you lightly pushed his back down onto the mattress before straddling him. You looked into his eyes, lowering your head slightly closer to him, waiting for him to stop you. When he didn’t, you pressed your lips softly to his. As your lips moved in sync, his hands gripped your waist, yours’  pressed onto his chest as he flipped you guys over so he was on top. He never broke the kiss as he began unbuttoning your top, pushing it down your arms as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

When he finally pulled away, you were struggling to catch your breath as he pulled off his shirt. Your hands immediately began touching the soft skin of his body, moving down to touch his toned abs. Scott’s lips attacked your neck, sucking and biting the skin as your fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, pulling down his zipper as you began pushing the fabric down his legs. Scott kicked the material off from around his ankles, leaving him in his black boxer briefs, a large bulge evident through the restricting fabric.

Reaching behind your back, you unclasp your bra, letting the fabric fall to the floor. Scott climbs back onto you, his body held up on his forearms as his lips reattached to yours. His lips moved down to your neck. Just as Scott was kissing down to your breasts, his bedroom door creaked open.

“Sco–.” Derek stopped in his tracks, eyes wide as he took in the scene in front of him.

Scott quickly wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you close to him in an attempt to cover up your exposed breasts. Your cheeks began to feel hot as you buried your face into the crook of Scott’s neck.

“I’ll be downstairs.” Derek spoke, closing the door, leaving you and Scott.

“That was so embarrassing.” You whispered as Scott handed you your bra.

“It could’ve been worse.” Scott laughed.

“How?” You roll your eyes.

“It could’ve been my mom walking in.” Scott commented.

“Oh god.” You groan as you slip your shirt over your head.

Derek: You and Derek had been secretly dating for over a year now. In public, you guys rarely talked, but in private, you two couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Derek was a big softie at heart. Most times, he’d be busy on werewolf business, but other times, you’d go over to his place and hang out with no interruptions. Tonight was one of those nights.

You and Derek were cuddling on his bed in the middle of the loft, Derek only in his black boxer briefs while you were only dressed in your underwear and one of his t-shirts.  He had you giggling like crazy as he pinned your wrists above your head in one of his large hands, covering your face in little kisses, the scruff on his face tickling your skin.

“Derek, stop.” You laughed as he rested his free hand on your hip.

As your laughter died down, he adjusted his body beside yours. You could feel his hard member brush against your thigh, making your cheeks flush pink. His warm hand slid up your thigh and to your side, the fabric of his t shirt going up with it. His large hand cupped your breast, causing a moan to escape past your lips.

“I love you Y/N.” Derek whispered, letting go of your wrists, adjusting his body over yours.

“I know you do.” You smile, crashing your lips onto his.

He flips you guys over so you’re straddling him, your hair falling in front of your face as he smiles up at you. Derek moves a strand of hair behind your ear as you slowly grind your hips onto his, causing him to let out a throaty groan. His hands grip your sides, increasing the pressure as he lifts his hips up to meet your movements. You could feel the wetness increase between your thighs, soaking your underwear as you slip the shirt over your head, tossing it across the room, leaving your chest exposed.

You reconnected your lips to his, your delicate fingertips trailing down his tones chest, outlining the ripples of his abs, stopping at the top of his waistband. Derek’s large hands slide up your sides, one resting on your hip, the other entangled in your hair, tugging lightly as your lips moved in sync. Before you two could react, Derek’s metal door was pulled open, his friends quickly piling in.

You both broke apart, heads turning towards the group. You quickly slide off of Derek, pulling the sheets to cover up your’s and Derek’s body. Your cheeks were burning crimson by now as you buried your face in Derek’s chest, his arms wrapping protectively around your body.

“Y/N?” Scott asked curiously.

“Hi.” You whispered, peeking out from the sheets.

“Is this why you’re always turning me down?” Isaac questioned shocked.

“Get out! And stay away from my girlfriend Isaac!” Derek shouted, causing you to laugh.

Peter: “Peter!” You cheered as you opened up your apartment door, jumping into the arms of your boyfriend.

“Y/N.” He smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist. “God I’ve missed you.” He whispered, his soft lips crashing onto yours, strong arms tightening around your waist as you rested your hands on his broad shoulders.

His tongue slipped past your lips, battling yours for dominance. Your lips moved in sync as you slid a hand into Peter’s soft hair, tugging lightly as he moaned against your mouth. When he finally broke the kiss, your breathing was uneven as you rested your head on his chest.

“We should take this inside.” Peter whispered in your hair as he loosened his arms around your waist, guiding you inside your apartment.

Within a matter of seconds, Peter had your back slammed against the back of your front door, slamming it shut as his large hands slid up the sides of your shirt, pulling it over your head and throwing it behind him before attaching his lips to yours. His hands cupped your bum, lifting you off the ground, your legs latching around his waist. Peter carried you to the living room, tossing you lightly onto the couch.

He stripped off his black v neck, tossing it behind you as he fumbled with his belt buckle, causing you to groan as you slid off your plaid pajama shorts, leaving you in your black lace bra and panties. Peter kicked off his shoes, slipping off his jeans, kicking them to the floor, leaving him in black boxer briefs. Looking towards what you craved the most, you saw his hard member restricted in the material, begging to be freed.

Peter’s body hovered over you, his lips attacking your neck, biting and sucking the skin as one of his hands slid down your body, down to your sex, yearning for his touch. He rubbed your sex through your underwear, making you bite your lip.

“You’re so wet for me baby.” Peter groaned against your ear.

One of his long fingers slipped your underwear to the side, another playing with clit, causing a moan to escape your lips. He slid a finger inside you, making your back arch as he curled it, brushing against a certain area inside you. Peter took note as he hit the spot again, and again, slipping another finger inside you. As your walls clenched around his fingers, your front door was pushed open.

You heard a series of footsteps hitting your hardwood floor. Peter’s fingers immediately slipped out of you, causing you to whimper from the sudden loss of contact. Both your heads turned towards the entrance of the living room, only to see Derek, Isaac, Stiles, and Scott there with wide eyes and jaws wide open. You could already imagine how you looked, hair a mess, your cheeks flushed, and your chest moving up and down quickly as you tried to catch your breath.

“You’re drooling Stiles.” Peter’s eyes narrowing at the teenager.

Peter grabbed the blanket draped over the back of your sofa, pulling it down to cover your almost naked body. He stood up from his place above you, looking at the group, still only in his underwear with a visible erection. He crossed his muscular arms over his chest ,his back muscles flexing and making you even more aroused despite your fading orgasm.

“Should we talk in the other room?” Peter asked the boys, gesturing out of the living room.

“Good idea, Y/N is rather distracting.” Isaac smirked as you noticed Peter’s body tense up.

As they all walked out of the living room, you stood to your feet, wrapping the blanket around your body as you began walking towards your bedroom.

“I like the underwear Y/N!” Isaac yelled from the kitchen, making your cheeks feel warmer.

“I will rip out your throat with my bare hands.” You heard Peter growl.

“That’s enough from you two.” Derek’s rough voice spoke as you closed the bedroom door behind you.

Isaac: Tonight was the big Beacon Hills game. You had been working on a big history paper due the next morning, so you only made it in time to see your boyfriend, number 14, score the winning goal. You ran over to him, jumping into his arms and congratulating him.

“Glad you could finally make it.” Isaac teased, connecting his lips to yours.

“Shut up, I had to so my paper.” You rolled your eyes as he put you back onto the ground.

“I have to go shower, meet me in 30?” He smiled, pecking your lips one last time before walking off towards the boys locker room.

After about ten minutes of chatting with Allison, Lydia, Scott, and Stiles, you were missing Isaac. Plus, you felt a little bad for missing most of an important game for your boyfriend.

“I’m gonna go check up on Isaac.” You say, excusing yourself from the group.

“Mhmm, make sure you guys use protection.” Lydia spoke, a smirk crossing her lips.

You cheeks blushed a light pink as you walked across the grass and into the school. Making your way towards the locker room, you lightly push the door open. The shower is no longer running but you could smell the familiar scent of Isaac’s soap, knowing he probably just finished washing up. Walking past a few locker aisles, you spot your boyfriend, only in his underwear, stuffing his lacrosse uniform in his gym bag.

Your eyes rake up and down his body, his hair damp and water droplets still covering his body. Biting your lips, Isaac’s head turns to look you in the eyes. A smile makes it ways to his lips as you walk over to him, placing your hands on his broad shoulders. Considering he’s a giant compared to you, you had to tiptoe to reach his lips.

Isaac’s hands were placed on your hips as your lips moved in sync. As his hands slid down your body and landed on your bum, you jumped up, Isaac holding you up with ease as your legs wrapped around his waist, pressing your back against the lockers. Running a hand through his damp hair, you tugged lightly, causing him to moan against your mouth, his lips vibrating against yours.

“Oh my god! Lahey! Y/L/N! Cut it out!” Coach Finstock yelled, making your’s and Isaac’s lips pull apart.

As you both turned towards Coach Finstock, you nearly slipped out of Isaac’s grasp before he tightened his grip on you, causing both of your cheeks to flush furiously as Isaac attempted to set you down with ease.

“I’ll be outside.” You whispered to your boyfriend.

Looking at Coach Finstock, he had a smirk on his face as he shook his head, moving aside so you could pass by.

“God I miss being a teenager.” You heard him sigh.

Aiden: You and Aiden had always been very open with each other since the beginning of your guys’ relationship. You knew Aiden was very hormonal, not that you were complaining, so you were excited when he had messaged you during class to meet him in an empty classroom on the second floor. You asked your teacher to go to the restroom, quickly making your way out of the classroom to see your boyfriend.

Once you stepped foot in the darkened room, Aiden’s hands were around your waist, slamming the door shut and crashing his lips onto yours. Your hands flew up to his shoulders, pushing his leather jacket down his arms before his hands reached for the bottom of your t shirt, breaking the kiss before tugging the material over your head.

“Not wasting any time are you?”

Instead of speaking, he reconnected you lips, lifting you up by your thighs and placing you down on the nearest desk. Once your bum landed on the wooden desk, your legs wrapped around Aiden’s waist as his hands rested on the small of your back. Your guys’ lips moved in sync as he began grinding his hips to yours.

Reaching for the hem of his t shirt, the classroom lights flickered on. You both broke apart, head turning towards the door. Your eyes landed on Ms. Blake, who looked shocked and flustered as she quickly looked away from the scene.

“Um you guys should get back to class.” She spoke awkwardly.

Aiden quickly reached for your discarded t shirt, tossing the material to you as you quickly pulled it over your head. He shrugged on his jacket as you hopped off the desk, Aiden wrapping his arm around your waist as your cheeks became hot, leading  you out the door. Before you two left, Ms. Blake called your names.


“Next time, could you guys give me a heads up so I don’t walk in on that again?” She attempted to lighten the mood, making you and Aiden laugh.

I am so sorry if this was all bad or even a little bad. I’m with my best friend and he LOVES Teen Wolf so we’re probably gonna be updating a few preferences over my break. Hope you enjoyed my lovelies <3 xx

I Can’t Make You Love Me -Chapter 9

Prologue, chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7, chapter 8


Y/N’s P.O.V.

I feel gross. This pregnancy belly is huge at 8 months. I know I am supposed to be big because I’m having twins, but I feel bloated. My boobs also swelled up and my ass got bigger. I can hear Jack whine about how he wants to grab them; both my boobs and ass. I want so badly to let him, but I’m still too afraid to let him see me this way. I am 28 weeks along and my doctor told me that I only have about eight weeks left. I just don’t know if I can hold off for that long. Weight wise, and especially sexually. I haven’t had sex with Jack for 6 months. And that was during my first two months of pregnancy because I wasn’t aware that I was pregnant. I feel bad for making him frustrated, but I still don’t feel comfortable yet.

Right now Jack is asleep next to me or I, at least, hope he is. My bladder is gone due to the twins taking up so much room inside, so I’m sneaking out of Jack and I’s bed. I made it to the bathroom in time, did my business, and was standing in front of the mirror washing my hands when I noticed. I looked so abnormal, even for a pregnant women. I could feel my emotions slowly taking over and I started crying lightly. I turned my back to the mirror and sat on the cold, tile floor with my back to the cabinets. I just sat there for about 5 minutes until I heard Jack walk into the bathroom. He instantly saw me on the floor with tears running down my face and crouched down to my size, sat down, and pulled me into his lap. I held onto him and buried my face in his face, while he rubbed circles on my back and belly. “Y/N, why are you so upset? I hate seeing you like this,” he said to me. “I feel fat. I don’t want you to see me the way I see myself.” I choked out. Jack held me up so I he could see my face. “Baby, I do not think you are fat. You are so beautiful right now. You’re pregnant with twins, of course you’re going to feel large, but that doesn’t mean that I think you’re fat or you should feel fat. You have no idea how fucking sexy you are, even with a belly.” I pushed my lips against his and he pulled me closer into his chest. “Babe, please tell me that was the reason why you’ve been avoiding having sex,” he asked practically begging me, so I nodded. “Good, because I thought that you didn’t want to have sex because I was bad at seducing you.” I chuckled and said, “No. You are perfect at seducing me and are very good in bed.” I stood up and he did to. “In fact, why don’t you remind me of how good you are. I haven’t allowed you to in 6 months,” I said smirking up at him. He smirked back and said, “gladly” before passionately kissing me. After about 2 minutes of making out in the bathroom he picked me up, emphasizing his grasp on my ass, and carried me over to our bed, without breaking the kiss. He laid me down and started grabbing at my shirt, but technically his shirt that I had on. I lifted my hands and permit him to take his shirt off of me. “Move up baby,” he said and I moved further onto the bed. Now, I was only in panties and a lace bra. He pulled the lace bralette off and threw it in a random direction. Jack hands went to my hips and he gripped the rim of my panties and slowly pulled them down my legs. Once he got them off my legs, he started kissing the inside of my thighs. I moaned out and he took that as permission to start working his tongue on my dripping core. He licked a bold strip up my heat and sucked on my clit. I reached around my swollen belly and gripped his hair lightly and tugged. Jack continued by inserting his tongue in and out of my core rapidly and rubbing at my clit. I could feel my high approaching and he knew it was coming too, so he stuck two fingers into me. I moaned and soon felt my high take over. My legs started shaking, but he easily held them down. Once he noticed that my high was down, he kissed his way up to my lips. Not one part of my torso, chest, and neck untouched. He pulled away just before he kissed my aching lips and stood up to quickly remove his own boxers. I got onto my knees to return the favor but he stopped me, “no babygirl, it’s my turn to help you out. Come here baby.” He lightly pulled me to straddle him, and sat up to kiss me. His arms were wrapped around me while my fingers played with the hair in the nape of his neck. He pulled away and laid back. I rolled my hips over his throbbing cock and aligned him with my entrance. I slid down onto him and we both moaned louder than we ever have. I continued to go up-and-down on him, gaining a build up of moans and groans. He started thrusting his hips up to meet mine, causing me to moan louder and my high to build again, but faster. “Babygirl, I” was all he could say before I cut him off, “Me too baby.” I clenched my core and he moaned out for me to clench again. I did and hit my high, followed by Jack only a moment after. After our highs came down, I got off of him and laid down next to him to catch my breath. He pulled me into his chest and rest his head in the crook of my neck. Soon, the sound of each others breathing put us both to sleep.

I woke up to Jack still asleep next to me. His head still hiding in my neck, arms around me, with his hands resting on my belly. I didn’t want to wake him, but I needed to go to the bathroom again. I whispered to him, “Jack, you need to wake up. I have to pee.” He groaned and squeezed me before letting me get up. I came back into the bedroom and saw Jack still trying to sleep. So I climbed back into bed and started kissing his face all over. “You do realize that will just keep me in bed. I don’t want to get up because you’ll stop.” He groaned to me and I laughed. However, my laugh was cut off by feeling a sudden movement in my stomach. Our babies were kicking me. “Jack, oh my god, you need to feel this, their kicking” I said grabbing his hands and putting them on my belly. We waited a second and he smiled so widely when they kicked again. Both of us could feel the lives we created and in just 8 weeks we would see them.

(A/N: hey guys, so I hope you like the chapter. Feel free to send feedback and I’m still taking name suggestions for the babies. You can also send me your theories on what you think will happen to Jack, Y/N and their twins. Thanks loves x)

the worst thing this fandom has puked out is destiel.

for christ’s sake, the show literally revolves around two brothers who go the ends of the world to save each other, to be with each other but no, let’s ignore all that because D E S T I E L. on top of everything, Jensen has gone as far as to say that he or Misha don’t play Dean and Cas to portray anything romantic or sexual going on between them but NO LET’S JUST IGNORE ALL THAT.

to top off my disgust for destiel? the utter exclusion of Sam that these destiel shippers do.


this is all very frustrating.