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» warnings: desperate!seungmin, grinding, begging, infidelity/cheating (oops)
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“come on, just real quick.”
you groan, eyes rolling back as you try to resist the boy behind you, “oh- seungmin, please.”
“what?” he ruts softly against your ass, slightly pissed at the blockade of clothes in the way, “let me just stick it in for like a second. i need this bad.”
your body lays pathetically while seungmin rocks deeper into you. his cock every so often would poke out from the open slit of his underwear, causing a surge to jolt through him and a breathy moan fills the room.
craning your neck back slightly, you attempt to get a good look at him, “i thought we were supposed to only cuddle?”
with your hips sticking up, he raises his hand towards your pajama pants, firstly caressing the curves of your waist then moving up to toy with the waistband, “yeah, so did i. but your stupid ass had to go and turn me on, practically smashed my dick into your thick skin.”
his hands get grabber in the way he’s feeling up the smooth area of your thigh and part of your butt, not holding back anymore. he continues to drive his pelvis into you, “what was i supposed to do? it’s your fault you got me all horny and- and shit.”
roaming all over your body, he pulls the top of your pants down, revealing the vastness of skin below, and his leaking tip slightly grazes your ass, “fuck, oh fucking….y/n, please. needa fuck you so bad right now. can i? you’re gonna be good and let me fuck your pretty ass, right?”
he rubs his cock all over in an effort to leave streaks of wetness, just as he comes into contact with your entrance and slowly does he start to sink himself in your flesh.
you bite your lip and shut your eyes, trying your absolute hardest to not make a sound. because if you’d been any louder, your sister would hear you from across the hall.
and she could never know that her boyfriend decided to go into her precious, little sister’s room late at night. simply, to cuddle (fuck) you instead.
Smg4 fans! I made a fanfic book! Yay!!!
All characters belong to SMG4. Arts belong to me! Chapter one is coming whenever I can
I'm playing through the original Bioshock and just got to the huge plot twist.
That's not okay.
Atlas was fake, and is really Fontaine? So did not see that coming. I was totally sad for him with Moira and Patrick, his supposed wife and son, dying. But no. They're fake too.
And Fontaine/Tenenbaum/Suchong all have control over me. Wonderful. Thanks for knocking out my fully upgraded health, douchebag.
And all the fighting for him, and pep talks....
'Would you kindly' not do that to me again?
Though it was nice to meet Tenenbaum and go to the Little Sister Orphanage. I've rescued all of them, so the girls were nice and friendly.
But ugh
Plot twists
/rant
And here is aziraphale this is so cool
Face reveal, I guess...
Reblog if your profile pic is actually YOU .
Just a cute lil thought:
Since Bruce's kids all love to play around and hide in his cape as Robins, I wonder if he makes them blankets out of the same materials as his cape so they can have a piece of security when Bruce isn't there?
I remember in Dick and Jason's older comics (correct me if I'm wrong), they used to stay up late waiting for Bruce when he'd go out as Batman alone, so I'm gonna take this as confirmation that all his kids have done this at some point.
So now I'm totally gonna hc that in order to encourage his kids to not stay up late for him or as a way to help them feel more safe and secure when he's not there, he makes them all blanket replicas of his cape for them to snuggle with :')
And also just imagine his kids all grown up, and they STILL have the blankets with them, regardless of if they've moved out.
WHAT. is going on . IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS ?!
Bruce: I do know how to cook, I’m not that incompetent.
Tim: Tell that to my burnt sandwich.
Mini Miraculous Ladybug and Chat Noir Edit (Hope you enjoy!)
Professor Layton plot twist edit - ‘Let’s get down to Buisness’
Hope you enjoy it!
(Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, because some issues with my mouse have caused me to have to stop for a while so I decided to post this edit I made a (long) while ago. Sorry if it’s not that good.)
Professor Layton - ‘Anton Herzen Twist Edit’
I made this a couple of months ago, hope this gives you a laugh!
Professor Layton - ‘Antagonists Plot Twist edit’
I hope you enjoy it!
Me when my friends ask if the Delefaye are gods or not, and if they aren't, how have they gotten away with being considered gods? And if they are gods, why don't they do more? With time, they shall find out, but I want to share my master plan right now 😔
Sometimes my dreams have so many crazy plot twists that actually make so much sense within the context of the story and the world they’re set in but then I wake up and spend so much time trying to remember the details of how the story got there that I forget it by the time I get to writing it down.
I was sitting, minding my own business, eating toast, and thinking about space, when I remembered…
I remembered where the Toclafane came from…
Ditto.
A plot twist SHOULD make sense once you stop and think about everything connected to the Plot Twist.
The good plot twists aren't the ones that are wild left turns out of nowhere, they're the ones that make all the other little things that didn't quite add up before suddenly click
A human in a mushroom house
Archive #16 | copyright to saturnfairycat
Author's Note: yes. I must confess. this one is very short - have no fear! The title is what makes it iconic. Enjoy!
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A human in a mushroom house
A funeral for someone who dares to question power,
a shadow obligated to cower.
A love towards another could be a one way stream,
while the amour propre of the other could be dead scream–
a sleeping lake.
When will my Inamorato wake?
When will fairies start singing for thy
Instead for the Queen?
Oh, her majesty, the Queen,
What a joke, what a pity!
Nothing seems to make them witty,
Their own Queen died, not from poison.
Pixie dust doesn’t fix everything, does it?
His love, his bride.
A fairy that reminded him of the clouds
Who kissed the sun in a hush lullaby.
As the moon, red as blood can be,
Replaced it at night.
The Queen was replaced, yes!
By a human, no less.
A minor death, left to rot…
As the human queen, was never caught.
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Star clusters of pasque flowers, the series
Archive #17 | copyright to saturnfairycat
Author's Note: and here we are - the whole series in one post. Let me know if you like this! Enjoy :)))
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Star clusters of pasque flowers
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Fairy Salt
Meadows, ponds, butterflies and all
The jealousy, envy towards a thrall.
To have dreams with one can break walls.
Saturn has one too many rings to fall
Out of line, out of sight.
Hail storms help those to recall
The attic, the dust, that was used to stall.
Oh, hail one that dares to crawl
Out of sight, out of mind.
Sunflowers, tulips, roses and all,
The fairy that withdraws the pall.
A spiteful befall.
Ocean waves, known to leman,
The echoing within a shell hidden under damp sand.
Floating in space, drifting on wood.
Isolation, fear,
Scent of salt and rotten pier.
A story told by sailors and elves alike,
A history, a history to dislike.
An entombment used to engulf the rage,
A minor death, left to drown and age.
One can remember some
While one can remember all.
But she– the one who dares to question,
Argue against her majesty, his bride,
Remembers all.
As it was she,
Who died.
The attic, the castle,
The meadow and the sea–
Something that one tends to forget because no one is free.
Do you see her soul?
Do you see the fairy fly?
Or have you forgotten
That night–
When the flowers started to die.
Wither, winter, spring and grow,
The elves dancing– prancing for gold.
But one elf does not twirl or beg,
They are meant for the flower bed.
Lying and crying,
Mourning and laughing.
The smell of salt and sound of hail,
Oh, please don’t forget the veil.
Flowers,
The honey, the comb.
Iris, Peony, and Manuka are thrown
Not at her tomb stone, no.
But at the majesty’s, the lord,
And no one below.
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In truth
The Queen’s light-hearted winter.
Cold, bitter,
We always knew he was a quitter.
The heavens, the uranian,
Look at the new Heather!
Romanticists broach vastly
To a new moon.
The witless prince thought he could swoon?
Ha.
Praise the rise of the skies,
Praise the rise of the star clusters.
My heart, oh my,
To see someone’s whole life in a night’s sky.
The yearn, the mourn, the emptiness,
For something that wasn’t even there.
A new moon, or a new dark age?
The Queen’s dark spring,
Pasque flowers and lilies of valleys.
Worshipping a wedding ring,
Bewailing a regrettable demise.
From dawn to nightfall,
From love to loathe.
An oath meant to be broken.
Flatter thy, satisfy he
Who dares question the crown.
Hate, hate.
Ball gowns and wedding cake.
How can one forget
The Heather, heaven, heathen?
I’m not one to shiver and click
When one thought they were slick.
Who thought a royal like me could see a fallen crown?
I can be sincere,
I don’t need the roses to be red.
Just listen to me
And there won’t be bloodshed.
Who dares to question the crown?
Who dares to question me?
Pasque flowers and lilies does not mean you’re free.
She had to die,
The skies were aligned.
The new moon is my oath
And it will not break.
Which they seem to not understand…
I’m always awake.
Oh, welcome the new dark age.
Oh, welcome the new cage.
Pixies and fairies does not belong to me
But what’s the point of trying to flee?
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A human in a mushroom house
A funeral for someone who dares to question power,
a shadow obligated to cower.
A love towards another could be a one way stream,
while the amour propre of the other could be dead scream–
a sleeping lake.
When will my Inamorato wake?
When will fairies start singing for thy
Instead for the Queen?
Oh, her majesty, the Queen,
What a joke, what a pity!
Nothing seems to make them witty,
Their own Queen died, not from poison.
Pixie dust doesn’t fix everything, does it?
His love, his bride.
A fairy that reminded him of the clouds
Who kissed the sun in a hush lullaby.
As the moon, red as blood can be,
Replaced it at night.
The Queen was replaced, yes!
By a human, no less.
A minor death, left to rot…
As the human queen, was never caught.
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