WHY ARE YOU QUIET !!

she rim on my world till I ate without table (-3)

Woodland Tiaras

Tetras Treasures on Etsy

can you please stop making fucking c u b e s

The Dragon’s Treasures

Krisho + Suyeol fic

Not all fairy tales are as they seem.

One of the kingdom’s knight, Park Chanyeol, was given the task of rescuing the Kim Kingdom’s prince from the abandoned castle that lied beyond the walls of the kingdom, in the wilderness. Upon the prince’s eighth birthday, a black dragon had stolen the prince away, taking him to the dragon’s castle and dared any knight that was brave enough to try and rescue him. Throughout the last twelve years, each knight that ventured off to try and rescue Prince Junmyeon was roasted by the dragon.

Prince Junmyeon’s step-mother has tried throughout the years to rescue her step-son, for him to take reign over the kingdom after her late husband’s death. All attempts have been in vain.

Chanyeol fears that he might die in the adventure as well but is determined to try and save the prince. But once he steps foot into the abandoned castle, he learns that the prince isn’t being held against his own will. The black dragon is his protection, and his lover.

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hgnngnnnghhhhh... Victoria buying you from your boyfriend/girlfriend/partner... hngngngngnhh...

You couldn’t believe your asshole of a partner sold you off. Like you were cheap meat. What were they doing talking to your high school bully anyway?! You finally get away from the psycho and now you’re back in hell where she clearly belongs.

Currently, there’s a soft, chewable gag in your mouth. Stress toy maybe? Or maybe she just wanted you to keep your mouth busy? Who fucking knows, all you know is drool is dripping around it now and making you wish you could move your hands to clean up instead of looking like a sad, slobbering puppy.

“There’s my good girl. Haven’t seen you in so long! Did you really think you could escape? That I wouldn’t find you?” She asks while pinching your cheeks, giving a wicked smile at your clear discomfort. Victoria let’s her fingers toy with the rope around your wrists, kissing your knuckles gently as her hands wander downward to feel the rest of your arm.

Your skin feels so nice to touch again. She wants to sink her teeth into you and mark you as hers again. To taste you and have you filling her senses like you used too, before that whole fiasco about getting away from her and switching colleges at the last minute.

Back when you would be beneath her as she ravaged you, having you beg and blubber apologies when you were naughty or kissing her breathless when she decided to give you a treat. No one else has ever made her feel such a longing, and she’s sure no one ever will. How you ended up with that scum of the earth who sold you is a mystery, but one she doesn’t care to solve.

As soon as they think they have their money secured, Victor is in position to kill and dispose. No loose ends, no loose lips, and all that mess. Siblings have a bond like that, don’t you know?

Victoria looks you in the eyes sharply, feeling with the pads of her fingers the drool leaving your gag. It makes her shudder, pressing her thighs together as she lets her fingers dip lower to your collar bone, tracing the area lightly. “Making such a mess...you love it wet and messy though, don’t you? I remember how I used to make you soak the sheets when you’d stay the night”.

You hiss out an insult, muffled by the gag of course, but she doesn’t seem to care. She’s lost in feeling all over you, your pants becoming discarded despite your struggling and kicks. “Always a fighter aren’t you? Don’t worry baby, I’m just feeling what I’ve been denied”. Her lips trail up your thighs, pulling your shirt upwards above your chest so she can leave lipstick stains across your abdomen and upper body as well.

Dark red. She clearly has a favorite shade.

You wince as she tugs the hem of your underwear and lets it snap against your hip, feeling as if she was getting into a more dominant and punishing mood.

Victoria sees the fear on your face, and sighs softly. Poor thing. You’re scared she’s going to hurt you like before, aren’t you? Well she’s matured since then, thank you, and she’s more patient. She’s learned about second chances, although she knows to take more precautions in the future when it comes to how much you love to try and hide from her.

“You’re cute when you think you’re in trouble. But...I’ve missed you too much to reunite on bad terms. Tonight I just want to feel your warmth again. And if you’re good for me, I might even take the gag away. Doesn’t that sound nice?”.

No. Absolutely not. But what choice do you really have when your face is covered in your own spit at this point and your nearly naked in front of your stalker. At least she’s giving you a choice you suppose.

A quick nod, and Victoria kisses your head, petting your hair softly as she whispers “I’ll be right back then. I have a call to make to Victor and the boys...when I come back we’ll see about a nice, relaxing bath and some champagne, Hmm?”.

-Mommabean

I found these posts on Twitter. I don’t know who said this originally but...

...whoever you are,

YOU ARE MY HERO.

Yixing: Why did you just take my pillow and throw it across the room?

Baekhyun: Oh no, I've done a bad thing. There should be a way for me to learn a lesson. *bends over*

Yixing: How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not going to spank you anymore.

Baekhyun: Whyyyyyyyy?

Yixing: Because you never learn a lesson and continue to misbehave. From the sounds you make I'm starting to believe you enjoy it.

Anomaly

F!Reader x EXO

Genre: Angels/Demons AU

Warning: Lies, Manipulation, Chocking, Burning, Broken Bones, Fire, EXO OT12

Words: 2.4K

Chapters:

One | Two | Three | Four (Coming Soon)

Prompt: You grew up in a happy home despite being abandoned as a child. Or at least it was happy until one revelation starts shinning a light on all the questionable things that surrounded your family. That is if they ever had your best interest at heart.

“They’re not your parents.”

    You knew that, and a lot more, although you made no comment. You didn’t know why you had been called into the principal’s office to talk about this, let alone with two other strangers in the room. Regardless they seemed to be expecting some kind of response and you could only think of one.

“Yeah, I’m adopted.”

“Well, yes, but the papers are fake.”

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