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#3amthoughts #[ i have so many things to do with baek ugh i dont know where to begin

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#[GUESS WHO'S BACK Y'ALL #[ that was a long ass hiatus i know #[i'm still around if you guys remember me though : ))))) #[ going back to plotting my inbox is always open y'all

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miroirdudiable:

✧ Baekhyun

     Adrian glanced at the far back wall, a frown adorning his lips as he found some of the toys he’d been looking for but the items had seemingly been moved. His items of choice that he’d bought once many months prior had seemingly been removed from their normal spot, though it wasn’t as if anyone else had been buying them. Fingers reached out and teased the metal chain of the nipple clamps, he wasn’t exactly fond of such things when his teeth could do a better job, his fingers could get the exact same reaction without the heady price they had tacked onto mere clothespins. It was only when the voice came from the front of the store, deep, silken that had pulled him out of his thoughts and raising a brow, well that was different. The last time he’d been there he hadn’t heard that voice, he would have remembered such a tenor as he called back.

“ I’m looking for something to conduct electricity with, do you cater to that brand of play ?” He asked curiously, voice raising a little higher in volume to be heard as he walked in the direction of the chains and whips. Finally seeing the products he wanted as he pulled one of the whips off its hook and trailed his fingertip down the sleek body of the braided leather. Perhaps it was almost mundane to be buying such a toy, surely he would rather have something more refined than just a whip, though it was true these could inflict the most pain. A skilled flick of the wrist could flay flesh open like scissors upon pale, delicate paper. “ And perhaps a spreader bar if you’ve gotten those back in stock. ” Adrian added as icy hues glanced further down the row and he smirked, there, that was what he’d been looker for. The sleek delicate design of the cane caught his eye, feet heading toward it as he reached out and let his palm glide over the smooth, chilled toy.

     Plucking the item off the shelf he carried it unashamedly toward the front of the store, finally putting a face to the voice as he set the cane on the countertop. “ So, about those other things ? Care to show me where they are ?” The blond asked, lips curling into a delicate, nearly polite smile as if to hide the monster that lay underneath his porcelain mask.

Fridays and Wednesdays are arrangement dates of incoming boxes at 6 a.m., sealed with tapes of brand names written in bold and capital fonts. Baekhyun is particular with his way of arrangement around the shop –he built it meticulously from his first nosy footsteps into the shop into the confident strides he now roams around the nooks of shelves. Anal, G-spot, Dildos, ‘Onaholes’, Bondage, Electric and Virtual Toys, Roleplay. The shop assistant likes this particular transition between the categories between twists and turns around shelves, each unveiling a little peek into the world of another practice and interest. It could be a marketing strategy really, if he was to spend nights diving into formal terms of capitalism but Baekhyun just has the candid fervor of an enthusiast. He knows what sells how. 

“Huh, those. This will be fun.” 

He holds his gaze on the customer for a split second, masking his hasty once-over behind a mimicked glance over his shoulder into the unit behind him. Curiosity still sticks to his cautious indulgences of glimpses like a second skin –it’s a habit from his childhood leisurely trickling into the essence of his nature until it’s glued too far into his carcass to rip away. For now, he brushes it under the rug of his practiced grin; all boxy and boyish. 

“I got a few newcomers and the good ol’ bestsellers but something tells me you’re familiar with them,” he waves a hand towards the right corner of shelf, walking ahead with the confidence of a salesman. “Safety comes first. Do you need any gloves? I got some kits of all essentials but they’re mostly for…beginners. Are you a first timer?”

He treats his curiosity bit-sized treats in between his salesman persona, glancing between the menacing ledges of electronic devices and the new customer’s icy irises. His line of work tends to tiptoe along private lives of strangers, things they stash away under the fluorescent lights of their living rooms but unveil under the neon dazzles of Funtime Toys in front of Baekhyun. So he indulges. “I can recommend some stuff.”

#miroirdudiable #;dialogue

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The Muse In Five Quotes

Tell us your favourite quotes from your character. Give us an idea of who they are by five things they’ve said. Then tag your friends.

Tagged by: @iiraeth

Tagging:  @slkxn , @pvxilatc, @lvnatc, @wolfxhan, @lxkyungsoo, @miroirdudiable

“This is definitely not my favourite way of exchanging saliva but— promise not to create any Frankenstein with my DNA at least.”

“I heard music soothes anger. Or getting laid. Now I got my earphones and store behind as an option for both of those theories, just saying.”

“[…] you’ll be coming back here with a glow on your face. And I’ll accept your ‘thank you’ by asking you out for a coffee sometime. I foresaw the last bit too.”

“You and I both, friend. Welcome to a life of dinners where rice portion is always bigger than meat. That’s textbook poor.”

“What do they mean they cannot save anything from my porn folder –it was a meticulous collection of years.”

#;dime #[thank u babe for tagging xoXO URE THE BEST #[also u guys dont have to do it but i mean...im a curious butt and i just wanna know sooo

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( @baechi )Sacrificed for a starter

     Tinted shades were removed from pale features as he entered the store front, the air conditioning at least a light reprieve from the sun beating down outside. There was no one there, the aisles held absolutely nothing aside from the various amounts of toys upon the shelves. Perhaps they were too ashamed to be seen in such a place in broad daylight, a business much more suited to the night scene. To those who felt more secure, more hidden under the veil of darkness and bad decisions, but the blond could care less. Taemin had never been one for such social limitations, to appease the prudish? He would rather exploit them, would rather get them to cave and taste the forbidden fruit he offered to them—at a price.

     Black jeans adorned his lithe frame, shined shoes making barely a sound as he set off toward the back of the store, bypassing the front counter without a glance. Most of the toys he preferred were housed in the back, hidden from the modesty of most of the customers who came and went. He wondered really, just how often people bought spiked floggers, too dangerous they would say. Too harsh, too cruel, but where was pleasure without pain? Where was power without submission?

✰— @miroirdudiable

Asphalt looks wet under the heat of Seoul’s summer sun outside -blotched a rich darkness like oil on the horizon. Baekhyun imagines an egg sizzling somewhere by the side of a white Hyundai when the traditional jiggle of bell welcomes a whiff of air and silhouette from outdoors. He doesn’t have the opportunity to have a proper glimpse as steps come more and more remote, down an aisle he doesn’t need to squint much to know; “Bondage & BDSM”.

Baekhyun should interrupt. He should call out to his potential costumer before they come back with a blush flirting on the rise of their cheeks and an traumatised mien on the fazed shift of their gaze. He recalls a college student urging into his store last week -fast and shy under the refugee of his childhood cartoons as if fastness blurred his face out like Road Runner’s legs. Instead, it was highlighted even more with red sinking beneath his embarrassed expression as he dodged away from the Bondage section to mutter ‘condoms’ under his breath.

Baekhyun should say something, prevent a future discomfort on the horizon but he doesn’t.

 He slouches in his seat instead, smothering his smile with a hand while waiting for any reaction from the hidden figure behind shelves. Who can say he doesn’t enjoy a bit of blushing in this store? It’s cute to see shame on legs when he lacks a drop in his gut.

“Chains and whips are far left behind, nipple clamps are on your right side!”

#miroirdudiable #;dialogue #[ IM SO LATE IM SO SORRY--

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Humming rather casually, she saunters up to the young man and tips his chin with the delicate pads of her fingertips, laying a delicate kiss to the tip of his nose -- only to press a sticker reading 'Flirt' to the center of his forehead. "Perfect."

The sticker has the warmth of a kiss from her fingertips. They flirt on the border of plastic, chaste and light but toying around a possibility. Baekhyun’s eyes fall shut under the silhouette of her wrist and flicker open when a real kiss itches on his nose.

The bridge of his nose twitches, wrinkles and relaxes with the easy grin across his face. His hands reach out -over the prolonged stretch of light pick-up lines and tension-packed glances between them. They are confident on the dip of her curves; they invite her into the small space between them until the air is crowded between them. He breathes in once. 

And then it’s so easy. His mouth presses along the full swell of her lower lip, into the warmth of her skin for a long-lasting kiss. Loose fingers curls around the base of her neck to drive her closer, closer, closer -until it’s just skin and breaths. Baekhyun makes a throaty sound and whispers. 

“I’d call this perfect.”

#iiraeth #[that image was specially chosen for u bc fingers + mouth URE WELCOME #answered

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bbangxk:

Yongguk watched as the shop assistant was entertained with whatever he was watching on his mobile. After startling the poor guy, Yongguk felt somewhat guilty for patting a little too hard on the counter, considering that he had a big strenght on both of his arms.

 The brown haired individual then, started offering him a chance to find a toy that’d give him and his non-existant partner a chance of an orgasm of a lifetime. The male’s eyes widened as he stumbled back, laughing in a muddled way with his hand in front of his mouth.

He blushed because he had never stopped by a “sex shop” to buy anything sexual for his past female partners. He had other ways of giving them the pleasure. 

 He batted his hand and shook his head, fanning himself, feeling like a complete idiot, before he regained his posture.

 "I’m not looking for sex toys…I was just wondering if you knew a way for me to get back to Seoul, I’m kind of lost" The male with deep voice, scratched the back of his neck, eyes wandering the store and arms resting on the countertop.

Yeongnam-ro Street ties many pathways from Hongik University neatly under a cramped row of stores. Funtime Toys is hidden from sight in a humble corner however, accented by only the sickly yellow street light at 2 am. It’s a Saturday night shift -the door of his store open for adventurous youth, flamed by alcohol in guts and triggered by university region. Baekhyun welcomes them all with a salesman grin and recommendations. 

Such a pity. He almost blurts when his potential costumer admits to be a lost passerby; his mouth always lacks the filter in a one-way cable to his brain but his expression is quick to cloak the discouraged downturn of his lips.

“I can help with that. No problem but-,” he shifts his weight from one elbow to the other on the trustworthy counter. It’s cool from the aircon working nonstop through a sturdy 6 hours now, making him flinch around the shoulders. “I expect a little help as well. You see, I’m a poor student spending my Saturday night away stuck here. Don’t you think I deserve a tiny bit of your pity?” 

He stresses his overdramatic comment with an exaggerated glower and full-stopped with a sigh. It shifts upon the rise of his face, warping and changing into a broad grin in a split second. “I got some really cheap and good options; masturbation, BDSM, mild roleplay or the good ol’ toys. It must be fate leading you here tonight to change your sex life.”

#bbangxk #;dialogue #[ i feel sorry for yongguk lmao baek is such a salesman--

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IMESSAGE

+82-9-XXX-XXX: man...that comment does go down well with a bottle of soju 🍺🍺 cheers to that

+82-9-XXX-XXX: but if we're talking about fucked up couples, i'd say it can be the intro song of jerry springer show no?

+82-9-XXX-XXX: im pissing with u...wrong number

#nxmhyuk #;sms #[........real talk dean himself is a masterpiece to begin with--

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“does that line ever work?” [from Emersyn]

closed | open ➟  【  angsty/suggestive sentence starters 】

“Statistically depends on you. If you’re charmed,1 out of 1 times, 100 percent, yes.” 

Shame doesn’t puncture close to the borderline of his features well –it either sits close to the mirthful squint of his eyes or a quick dart of his gaze but lingers passive against his loud body language. It’s the playful shake of his shoulders in limelight instead. The long line of his fingers bends at joints, mimicking a loose gun with both hands to wave them in direction of his victim, Emersyn. 

“It did hit you right in the heart, come on. I’m no chubby naked baby cupid with arrows so my aim might be a bit off. That must be why I keep on missing you.” 

He pauses with arched brows, waiting for a reaction. 

“Come on, that should work a bit at least.”

#iiraeth #;dime #[ baek has a book of pickup lines updated regularly in his head pls-- lmao

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24/?? edits of the light of my life.

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"you deserve better."

closed | open ➟  【  angsty/suggestive sentence starters 】

“That’s exactly what I said.” 

Mumbled words fall easier past a mouthful of greasy fried chicken, smothered by a napkin dabbing away crumbs of vulgarity at the crooks of his gluttonous mouth. He reaches out for his bottle of soju to wash away the tasteless complaints on his tongue when his body slumps a bit more into the couch. The alcohol elbows a cold path down the column of his throat, knocking on the passage of his adam’s apple when Baekhyun gives into his urge to complain. 

He does deserve better, dammit.

“What do they mean they cannot save anything from my porn folder –it was a meticulous collection of years. Not a random selection of shitty low budgets stuff.” Baekhyun pauses with the line of his shoulders defeated, a shadow resting over the furrowed silhouette of his brows. “Is there no hope for it? It was a goddamn pop-up window virus thingy. I did not click on it, I swear. And then blank screen. I deserve better than a formatted laptop.”

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                                                                         @lvnatc​ ➟ Hacker Wanted, starter.

Ink whiffs fresh on a warm paper in his relaxed clutch on a Friday dusk, in the midst of a mostly empty hallway near the campus canteen. The font is huge and bold in capitals on the header reading ‘HACKER WANTED’. His paragraph of details –in contrast- is ambiguous in 14-point Helvetica, peeking bashfully under the brave title like the speedy footer of a TV infomercial: reserved and admittedly suspicious. 

HACKER WANTED!

I don’t need to know your name  and you don’t need to know mine.  But I pay in cash and no one’s nudes are leaking, I promise.  Requirements: I don’t know, man.  Just hack..into stuff? We can talk details, ok? Hit me up. 

Good enough. His breath is crammed under the thin white mask; the hoodie framing his face features into a picture of obscurity very much like his photocopy on student board. Baekhyun reckons it is a look, titled under a category many can raise an eyebrow to or squint but then again, so is his advertisement with the intentions of hacking into his Introduction into Commercial Design tutor’s social media accounts. 

Stepping away from the board, he tweaks the slanted position of his spectacles with a brief prod of his finger as his eyes observe the print from a more widespread perspective. When the design student dodges into a quick saunter into the opposite path from the student board, his shoes squeaking under the abrupt spin against the ground, there are already students nosing around the shut doors of student canteen for teatime meal sets. 

The scent of fried chicken is a silent partner in crime with its sticky smell in the air masking the hint of ink. It cloaks it well. His hands tug on the scrunched edges of his hoodie against the rise of his cheeks, smothering a forced cough behind the mask in an act of flu victim while passing by another student. Juvenile mission accomplished.

#lvnatc #;hackerwanted #[ IM CRYING I TOOK FOREVER #[PLS FORgivemeeee and also i hope this is ok #[bc baek is legit dumb and im not far behind-