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Your muse catches mine crying.

Bigby wasn’t aware that the other had entered the room, he was still curled up and sobbing quietly. It was unknown, even to him, what had made him burst out emotionally like this. But if he had to give a guess, he was finally collapsing underneath the pressure and hatred of being a sheriff.

The tears rolled down his face as a rather loud whine escaped him, his shoulders quivering in time to the wolf’s cries.

“You’re telling me Derek Hale asked you to Prom.”

Stiles buries his face further into his arms and whines a stupid ‘yes’.

“Derek Hale asked you to Prom.” Lydia repeats. “Derek. Hale.”

“Yes.” Stiles whines again, angrier this time. “I told you already!”

Scott pats his arm, the gesture meant to be comforting, but instead it makes Stiles feel worse.

“And you said no?” Lydia yells suddenly, making some of the other students startle and glare at her. “Oh, please. Like you never yelled before.” She huffs, throwing her hair over her shoulder and turning to slap Stiles’ forehead. “You are so stupid.”

“Oh, come on!” Stiles protests. “We all knows he’s an asshole, like – he’d probably pull that Carrie prank on me and then I’d turn into a killer and murder you all. I’m just preventing a disaster!”

Lydia sighs and even Scott rolls his eyes. Stiles pretends not to notice them sharing equally judgmental glances. “Like I said,” Lydia points out, “so fucking stupid.”

“And really,” Scott says, “if you think he’s that mean, why are you acting like you regret saying no?”

“Because!” Stiles shrieks, waving his arms around. “I’m a nice person!” Scott only arches an eyebrow. “Shut up, I am!”

Lydia laughs sarcastically, pushes her tray away and gets up. “I refuse to be around you while you’re acting like an idiot.” She kisses Scott’s cheek and turns around. “And you are not a nice person.” She walks away and Scott grins at her retreating back.

It’s disgustingly sweet and Stiles kind of wants to throw up, instead he just groans and looks to where Derek is sitting with his friends. “Do you think Erica is going to kill me?”

“Dude.” Scott says, disapprovingly. “It’s okay to say no to someone, but I don’t know why you did it when you clearly want to go to Prom with Derek, and then climb him like a tree.”

“What –” Stiles shouts, eyes widening. “I do not! I – I’m not in love with him!”

“Whoa, whoa!” Scott raises his hands. Shit. He wasn’t supposed to say that. “In love?”

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The Next Step



He chuckled at his Pet’s reaction and shook his head. “I just changed your insides, Pet. Nothing is going to change yet. Not physcially at least until we enjoy our fun.” Pitch explained with a smile and nodded his head. “You have been more than just a perfect Pet for me. Look at how far you come since Thing and all your time in the cages. I thought it was time for it.” He chuckled and started to feed his Pet the dessert. “We will need to get you some real food though. We can’t have you living off of just me anymore.”

“Need your cock and come, Master.” Jack declared without shame and shifted against him, lazily caressing his concave stomach and then miming a bump, almost as if he were trying to picture how he might look once impregnated. Flinching then at the mention of Thing and the cages, he let out a faint whine and buried his face in his Master’s armpit, trembling and fighting at the rising waves of helplessness coursing through him. “Y-yes, Master.”

He sighed and nodded his head. “I know, Pet. But you need to eat real food more now. We need to make sure that you have enough of a substance for the child.” Pitch squeezed his Pet’s hand and kissed the top of it. “Trust me, Pet. You’ll see yourself nice and plump soon.” He had not meant to scare his Pet. He wanted the male to understand that this was his gift for how much closer they have become. He hushed the spirit and rocked Jack in his arms. “Come on. Don’t you want some ice cream?”

Artist Grantaire whose hands are covered in paint so obviously the first thing he has to do is go find Enjolras and touch him.

Enjolras who does everything within his power to escape when Grantaire shows up with paint on his fingers and that trouble maker smile, but whose traitorous friends efficiently block any possible exit.

Enjolras who whines and complains when Grantaire grabs his face with those paint sticky hands and kisses him right on the mouth, but who doesn’t really mind at all, especially when Grantaire is smiling so much he can barely manage a proper kiss. 

Cute shit that happened in the day in the life video 

  • Dan and Phil trying to synchronize the times they wake up to eat breakfast together and watch anime 
  • Phil tugging Dan’s tail before they go out 
  • Phil poking his hair and Dan pretending to push him down the stairs
  • Dan drawing a christmas tree on the starbucks glass because Phil wanted him to 
  • Dan running across the road and Phil calling out ‘be safe!' 
  • Phil 'woof'ing into Dan’s ear 
  • 'you gonna have sex' 
  • singing duets in the taxi 
  • setting up their christmas tree and teasing about their christmas wrapping skills 
  • Dan scaring phil while he was getting their dinner 
  • 'i thought that was for us!’ Dan whining about giving away the cookbook 
  • Phil putting sticky tape on his face and it falling off and Dan bursting into laughter 
  • Dan putting two wii remotes over his eyes and re-acting the vine 
  • the little mermaid duets 
  • Dan ruffling Phil’s hair with Ari’s cat ear headband 
  • snowball fight 
  • Dan smiling and laughing cutely at Phil with his sleeve over his hand snuggled in his christmas jumper 
  • synchronizing the ending and they look SO HAPPY 
Things I love about Hanbin
  • his distinctive nose
  • the more prominent dimple on his left cheek
  • his resting bitch face oops
  • his smile that reminds you he has a sincere heart
  • how he adores hanbyul, his little sister
  • his passion for everything he does
  • how he always mentions that he’s been single all his life
  • how he looks tough but in reality almost cried when Donghyuk wrote a letter to him My Heart T_T
  • his love for Mickey Mouse
  • how he turns into a whining 3 year old when it comes to choco cones 
  • his derp faces 
  • how scared he is of lee hi
  • he’s an idiot
  • how awkward he was sitting with onew and bang yongguk at Gayo Daejun 2015 omfg
  • swaggy pre-debut fetus hanbin
  • he looks damn good with black hair
  • his off key “yeaah” at the beginning of Dumb & Dumber 
  • when he dances to “Rocket” 💦💦💦
  • when he went out alone and secretly cried during Mix&Match bc he didnt want to imagine the thought of not debuting with all the original members
  • there’s something about his lips ….. 
  • how good he looks with messy hair 
  • when he got told off by seungri bc he told dara she was beautiful 
  • the time he bought icecream for his members as a form of an apology
  • when he does that stupid hat thing to make himself look like a King
  • is it just me or does he throw in some sexual innuendos in the mvs … 
  • God, he’s so handsome … 

Enjoy! ^____^ (Admin S)

Baby. Sweetie. Honey.

Fic request: Can you write a fanfic where Lydia spends the night at Stiles’ place (as friends (maybe studying), then she doesn’t have time to get home and change so she has to wear siles’s shirt… All of their friends think something happend that night so Allison talks to Stiles abaut Lydias fellings for him -that Lydia loves him and that she-Alison is happy for them (except she doesnt know that nothing happend). Then he talks to Lydia abaut what Allison told him and they confess their love for eachother.

Author’s note: It turned out maybe just a little longer, but I really enjoyed writing it, especially with all that’s going on, I miss some Stydia fluff.

“Okay, again.”

“No..!” Stiles whined and rolled on his bed, burying his face in the pile of pillows, which now smelled like flowers and perfume. Agh. He couldn’t get enough of Lydia’s scent. It was distracting and addicting, and hauntingly beautiful to him.

Kind of like Lydia.

“C’mon!” She laughed and walked to his bed. She closed her Biology book and playfully hit his upper leg.

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5sos Michael Imagine: The Boys Walk In On You And Stay To Watch

He’d been playing for hours. Normaly you didn’t mind your boyfriend Michael playing his video games, it strangely calmed you down but today it had the opposite effect. You swallowed again squeezing your legs together as Michael’s thumbs flew over the controls, with his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth you couldn’t help but imagine a different place he could stick it in. He cursed again loudly sending shivers all over you body, seeing Michael all riled up and angry was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen.

Mikey.” You whined again grabbing onto his arm burying your face in the crook of his neck. You’d sooner die than admit to him how you felt, you were to proud to tell him you were basically dripping for him. He shrugged you off muttering some excuse, he had offered to take you out today but you decided to stay in. If anything this was your own bloody fault. You grumbled itching closer and sitting on his lap.

Michael huffed at the distraction but held you anyway leaning his chin on your shoulder. You bit your lip as his hot breath skimmed your neck sending shivers down your spine. Your hands fisted at the bottom of your- well his button up plaid shirt that you’d thrown on this morning. Your small hands started to rub his chest and you began to kiss and suck at his collar bones not being able to hold out any longer. You needed him and you were determined to have him.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Michael sighed in a monotone but you could hear a hint of amusement in his voice. You grumbled and straddled him wrapping your arms around his neck, you didn’t want him to see the deep blush forming on your cheeks.

“Nothing, I just wanted a hug.” You mumbled out before kissing his neck, your teeth gently grazing over the skin. Michael let out a cough before he picked you up and placed him in between his legs, your back to his front making you unable to kiss him. You pouted and went to move when your boyfriend held you in place.

“Y/N you keep distracting me, just sit for a minute babe I’m almost done.” He said trying to sound irritated but you could hear the smirk in his voice. You scowled and rubbed at his legs, your nails digging into his bare thighs as he sat in his underwear.

Y/N.” Michael warned you and you huffed loudly crossing your arms over your chest. You saw Michael pause the game but didn’t acknowledge him, you’d been sitting there horny as hell for over three hours whilst he was playing video games and you were bored as hell. The rest of the boys had gone out for breakfast to give you both some alone time the tiny apartment you all shared.

“Oh so now you’re mad at me?” Michael asked chuckling. Tossing the controller to the side he gently kissed down the side of your neck. You sighed in content rolling your head to the side allowing him more access.

“Baby girl I knew exactly what you were trying to do and I loved it.” He growled in your ear picking you up and placing you over the side of the couch away from the tv and facing the door, your stomach resting on the edge as he ground his hard on into your ass.

“I loved watching you, so needy and desperate for me…” Michael trailed off again with a growl running his hands up your sides pulling his shirt apart giving him access to run his fingers over your breasts. You whimpered as his hand roughly pulled your panties off chucking them to the floor in front of you. His hand gently stroked your ass before slapping it hard making you yelp.

“Mikey please…” You begged your voice choked with emotion. Michael shifted behind you pulling his boxer-briefs off his hard on digging into your ass. You whimpered as his fingers slid into you and Michael chuckled darkly.

“So wet for me and I’ve barely even touched you, god baby girl your dripping for me.” He said in your ear lining himself up with your entrance. He slid his long length in making you squeak with surprise, when he pushed all the way in he groaned giving you a chance to adjust to his size.

“Shit Y/N please can I move?” Michael gasped as you nodded furiously as he pulled out before slamming back in again. You moaned loudly with every thrust, your hands gripping at the side of the couch as Michael’s fingers held tightly onto your hips pulling you up and down his length.

Your breath came out fast and ragged as his fingers pressed tightly into your skin leaving bruises to find later on. You whimpered when his hand came down slapping your ass and his plump lips kissed at your shoulder and neck.

When the door flew open you shrieked loudly yet Michael still carried on. You tried to get his attention, embarrassed as hell at the fact that his band members had just walked in on you but your eyes shut and your mouth fell open in pleasure.

“You just gonner stand there and watch or are you gonner leave?” Michael asked, his voice shaky as his hips slapped against your ass. You couldn’t stop the loud moan falling from your lips if you tried. His band members took one look at you before glancing back to Michael who shrugged behind you.

“Suit yourself.” He answered dipping his hand down to rub at your clit. You moaned loudly at the contact and sighed when you felt his hot breath at your ear.

“You like that Y/N? Me fucking you whilst my band members watch? You like them seeing what they can’t have?” Michael growled in your ear speeding up his thrusts. You couldn’t answer, you only whimpered and moaned at his touch as you felt him sliding in and out of you.

“Mikey I- I’m gonn-”

“Shh, I know baby I can feel you, let it go.” He whispered in your ear giving one final thrust, your orgasm triggering his own. He grunted in your ear thrusting a few more times trying to ride out both your orgasms before finally pulling out. He hovered over your sweaty body for a few seconds before smirking up at his band mates who were trying - and failing - to hide their obvious hard ons.

“Sorry boys, this one’s all mine.”

fratboy!luke collapsing on top of you, his heavy breathing hitting your ear. “fuck,” he mumbled after a few minutes, lifting his head to look at you. he smirked when he found your head turned to the side, a small smile on your lips as you tried to fix your breathing. “hey, look at me,” he demanded, lightly nipping at your jawbone.

you giggled, pushing his face away. “stop it,” you whined. he laughed, turning his face to kiss your palm before slowly pulling out of you and falling beside you, disposing of the condom. he laid back down, pulling the blanket over his hips as he watched you throw your legs over the side of the bed.

luke grabbed his snapback from the ground and put it on backwards, plucking the blunt he rolled earlier that day off of the nightstand. “where you going?” he asked as you got dressed, his voice muffled as he lit the blunt.

you raised an eyebrow as you pulled your hoodie over your head, throwing your hair up in a sloppy bun. “i’m going back to my dorm?” you answered questioningly.

“did we finish our tutor session?” he asked, trying to wrack his brain but all he remembered was you walking through the door, looking cute as hell in the university sweatshirt and denim shorts.

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Roles Reversed... ~Smutty September~

Prompt: Could you maybe reverse that last smut you wrote and make Joker a girl’s sex slave? I can’t seem to find something like that! -sincerely a domme who’s a little too into Mr J xD

Pairing: Joker x Reader

Word count:  957

Warnings: Sub!Joker, oral sex.

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Waking You Up In The Morning
  • Ashton: he'd probably just come in after waking up earlier than you, and open the duvet, getting in even though he's fully dressed in ripped jeans and a bandana, and he'd just place his face right next to yours, to see how long it'd take you to notice, and when you'd intentionally ignore him, he'd see a smile peep from your mouth, and he'd whine before nuzzling his face into your neck and mumbling "good morning baby"
  • Luke: he'd probably walk in quietly without the intention to wake you up at all, and he'd walk over his floor to get changed, but would trip over his own long legs, making a crashing sound as he tries to catch he balance, as soon as he realised you were awake, he's start apologising and kissing your cheek over and over telling you to go back to sleep
  • Michael: let's face it, Michael wouldn't even be awake yet, but he'd wake up to your hair brushing against his face, and he smile, yawning and stretching slightly which would jog you the smallest bit, making you join in with his yawns, snuggling closer before Michael speaks up saying "can we just spend the day like this?" And then he'd kiss your head and would find a more comfortable position for both of you
  • Calum: Calum would probably beg to get you to wake up, he'd poke you, kiss your neck, fiddle with your fingers, bury his face into the crook of your neck and chin and would just mumble random shit like "do you want to see cal-pals butt?" To make you laugh, which would secure the fact that he wasn't going to let you get away with going back to sleep, because he wanted all the time that he had to spend with you to be amazing.
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
—  Jaques (As You Like It, Act II scene vii)

As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII - William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616 

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

By Benedict Cumberbatch for the BBC 

“Hey…” you whispered, lifting your right hand so that you could poke at your best friend’s cheek. He was still asleep, his pink lips parted, allowing light snores to fall from his mouth; the breathy sounds made you giggle.

Your laugh was cut off by a gasp, a sudden pain slicing through your stomach. Your eyebrows knit together as you felt the ache pass, and you pursed your lips, determined to wake the man in your bed.

“Puke,” you whispered, poking his left cheek with a bit more force, “Puke, wake up.” 

Luke let out a soft snort, his brow creasing once he finally felt the pressure of your fingertip. He let out a low whine, squeezing his eyes shut and burying his face into the pillow, trying to scoot away from you but stopping abruptly once he realized that his arm was wrapped firmly around your waist. 

“Why do you do this to me?” he groaned rhetorically, abandoning his original plan and instead shifting closer to you so that he could bury his face into the crook of your neck.

Your heartbeat accelerated dramatically once he pressed his body against yours, his lips mouthing against your throat, where he released soft, warm breaths onto the surface of your skin. You sighed, wrapping your arms around him, your hands immediately tangling into his sandy blonde hair, almost as though it were an inborn reflex.

You’d developed feelings for him. And though you’d tried to coax yourself out of the destructive arrangement, you just couldn’t stay away. 

“Puke,” you whispered, your lips parting in surprise, and another whine fell from his perfect lips. He pulled back, pouting at you, “Why must you call me that? It totally kills the mood.”

No,” you urged, your hands flying to his shoulders. Your eyes widened as you tried to push him away from you. He finally understood, leaning away, and you sat up, throwing the soft duvet from your body and swinging your legs over the side of your bed.

“Fuck!” you yelped, standing and rushing to the adjacent bathroom. Goosebumps erupted along your skin as you battled the sudden change in temperature. You barely made it to the toilet, crouching down before you were emptying the contents of your stomach, your naked body shuddering.

“Y/N?” Luke called, chasing after you. He entered the washroom, trying hastily to pull his dark boxers up his legs. Tears rushed to your eyes as you realized that your cover was blown, and you sobbed into the toilet, the sound bouncing back and feeling like a slap across the face.

“Hey,” Luke cooed, leaning down and brushing your hair away from your face. He waited patiently as you lurched forward once more, heaving as bile rushed up your throat. You sniffled as you sat back on your knees, the cold tiled floor biting at your skin and prompting shivers to race down your spine. You waited a few more minutes for a sign of regurgitation, but it seemed as though the worst of your morning sickness had come to pass.

“What the hell,” Luke whispered, and you whimpered pathetically. Your head hung as you reached up to discard the contents in the toilet, the loud flushing disrupting the silence and tension that had built. You placed your hands on the seat of the toilet, using your grip on the porcelain as leverage to lift yourself.

You inhaled shakily as you turned to face the man behind you. Instinctively, your hands found your stomach as your eyes flickered up to meet Luke’s face. He was staring at you, concern and fear laced through his features.

Looking back on it, you should’ve known. It had been merely two weeks since you’d taken the test that had confirmed your suspicions. You’d scolded yourself, remembering the time that Luke had taken you without a condom, groaning into your ear as he’d slipped into you swiftly and proceeded to rock your entire world. It had been amazing, pure bliss clouding your mind and pleasure racing through your body.

But all good things came to an end. It was only a matter of time before your unholy arrangement fell apart, and you faced crippling repercussions.

These were the repercussions.

“Luke,” you whispered, “I’m pregnant.”