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eomayas · 1 year

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may i ask a baekhyun scenario? unplanned pregnancy and he doesn't want the baby. reader resists. anything about cold/bad/fucboy or what else 🤣 but happy end please. 🥺🥺 I want to see s/o's happiness.

omg 😭 anon i’m so sorry for how this turned out i hope you like it 😭😭😭 fuckboy baekhyun makes me feel insane i feel crazy for writing this! beware of the worst baekhyun you’ll probably ever read on my page ! i do not condone this behavior at all yall.. have fun with this. thank you for the ask also!! 🩷🩷

unplanned • bbh [req]

pairing: fuckboy!baekhyun x pregnant!reader, fwb (?) relationship

synopsis: you find out you’re pregnant with baekhyuns baby, and he wants nothing to do with you (or it).

genre: ANGSTTTTTTTTTT

warnings: swearing, mentions of smut, baekhyun is awful, like really awful. reader has a poor sense of self worth/respect :((. but the ending is kind of happy (ish??).

two red lines only mean one thing on this test; so does the word ‘pregnant’. three pregnancy tests lay on your bathroom counter, all concluding the same thing: you’re pregnant.

“well?” your friend, chaeyoung, asks on the other line. you called her when you woke up vomiting, after feeling nauseous for the last three days. she’s the one who bought you the tests, dropping them off at your work on her lunch break and telling you to call her immediately when you take them.

you don’t even know how your lasted at work today, feeling sick the entire day and vomiting every time you went to the bathroom. you had hoped it was just food poisoning, and had managed to convince yourself all day that it was, even when chaeyoung brought you the tests. up until now, your hope for food poisoning was going strong.

letting out a shaky breath, you say, “well, im pregnant,” your voice breaking on the last syllable. a nasty sob escapes your mouth and you drop the phone onto the counter, covering your mouth as the tears start streaming. your whole body shakes as you bawl into your hands, your tears gathering in your hands and sliding down your arms.

“i’m coming over,” you hear chaeyoung say, and you start shaking your head as if she can see you.

“no, chae, it’s fine,” you cry, wiping underneath your eyes with the back of your hand, though it does nothing because the tears keep flowing. you’re not ready to have a baby, not even close. it wasn’t even planned.

“y/n, i’m coming over,” your friend says. you can hear shuffling, and you panic as you try to find the nicest way to tell her to stay the hell away from you.

“chae, stop please! i just want to be alone right now,” you sniffle and hear her sigh.

“you need support.”

“i haven’t even told baekhyun,” you moan out, the realization crashing down on you. that alone makes you start bawling again, not ready to deal with him and his reaction to this.

“oh god. y/n, i feel like i should come over,” chaeyoung says, and because she’s your best friend and you don’t have any energy to fight with her, you mumble an ‘ok’.

twenty minutes later, chaeyoung arrives with boba and a few snacks. you feel drained, and your skin feels tight due to the dried tears on your face. chaeyoung throws her arms around you once she’s inside of your apartment and all of her items are on the counter.

the two of you don’t say anything as you hug tightly, silently crying on her shoulder. chaeyoung rubs your back soothingly and tells you that it’ll be okay, but you don’t believe her. there’s so many things that you need to do, like tell your family, figure out doctors appointments, build a nursery, talk to the father of your child. but nothing feels possible, it all feels overwhelming and out of reach. “cmon, let’s sit,” chaeyoung says, grabbing the drinks and walking into your living room.

the both of you sit on your couch and pop the straws through the film lid, and drink. you barely take a sip, letting your lips wrap loosely around the straw, your mind everywhere but here. “talk ti me, y/n. let it all out,” chaeyoung says, scooting closer to you and wrapping her arms around you. you lean into her and let out a shaky breath.

all you can think about is baekhyun, and his reaction. you know it’ll be bad, and you’ll probably end up crying like you always do. he doesn’t spare your feelings ever, and can’t imagine him doing so when you tell him, and it makes your heart ache in the worst way. if your relationship wasn’t already messy and bad enough, it just got incredibly worse.

“i cant tell baekhyun,” you say. you feel chaeyoung let out a breath, and you’re grateful that you can’t see her face, because her expression would definitely make you cry. chaeyoung hates baekhyun, to put it simply, and has made ir clear that she doesn’t support you fucking with him to any degree.

“you know you have to,” she says. you close your eyes to keep the tears at bay. “do it now, before it’s too late.” and by too late, she means before you have 3 months to figure out if you’re going to be a single parent, or not.

you’d like to think that baekhyun wouldn’t be against raising this baby with you, but you know, deep down, that he he is going to be. hell would have to freeze over before he’d even consider playing the role of this baby’s father.

you pull yourself out of chaeyoungs embrace and lean back against the couch. you feel her eyes on you, and you take a drink of your boba to busy yourself. “you know i’ll always be here for you,” she says, and you nod. chaeyoung and you have been through a lot, emotionally, and it all started when you began sleeping with baekhyun. she hated (and still does) the way he treated you, like you a toy he could play with when he was bored. he’d call you up in the middle of the night and tell you to come over, hed show up unannounced and expect you to be ready and waiting for him, hed message and go out with other women, and you’d still stick around. for some reason, you defended him from all of her criticisms, which was the main reason the both of you stopped communicating for awhile.

“i know,” you say quietly.

“and i care about you. which is why this is the one and only time i’m going to tell you to call him, because he deserves to know,” she says, running a hand through her hair. you think back to your phone that you left in the bathroom, and you wished you would have flushed it down the toilet instead.

you can’t even think about what you’d even text him. you rarely ever ask him for favors, like to call you, nor do you ever really text him. you once tried to keep a conversation with him, but by the third text he stopped responding, and didn’t respond for days until he told you he was on his way to your house.

begrudgingly, you get up and walk to the bathroom to retrieve your phone. you open it and click on your messages with baekhyun, and start to scroll.

thursday

y/n: are you busy?

6:23 pm

baekhyun: come over

11:53 pm

tuesday

y/n: come over?

7:30 pm

saturday

y/n: come to onyx tonite

8:50 pm

friday

baekhyun: come over

10:35 pm

y/n: ok omw

10:37 pm

you could cry, looking at the messages. it’s pathetic, really. you guys never really communicated beyond being in the bed with each other. the only times you both talked, was during the beginning, but once he figured out that you were at his beck and call, the talking dwindled. sometimes, all you got from him were grunts, not even a greeting.

you sulk back into the living room, phone in hand and dignity in the garbage. “what do i even say?” you ask your friend.

“tell him to come over,” she sighs, rubbing her forehead. you bite your bottom lip and aimlessly type the message and send it without second thought. you gingerly take a seat on the couch, your phone burning a hole in your hand.

you expected silence, and after ten minutes and no response from him, you sigh and pick your phone up, contemplating if you should text him again. “just do it,” chaeyoung says, reading your mind. and so you double text him, for the first time since you two got involved. in the beginning, you didn’t feel uneasy about double texting, but that fear quickly seeped in when he simply wouldn’t respond, like ever, to any message if you sent more than one.

when you don’t get another response after a total of thirty minutes, you dial his number, almost blindly. you can’t even remember the last time you called him, but you have this number memorized despite it all. it’s tattooed in your brain from all the times you wanted to but didn’t.

the line rings and rings, until you get the message to leave a voicemail. so you do. “hey, baek… come over when you get this,” you say, and quickly end the call. your stomach has dropped to your ankles, and you want to die.

chaeyoung anxiously chews at her fingernails. “call again,” she says.

“but he’s not going to answer. and i dont want to tell him over the phone,” you say, tightly holding your phone between your hands.

“just try again. trust me.”

so you do. and to your surprise, he answers towards the last couple of rings, pure agitation in his voice. “fuck, y/n, what?” he asks. baekhyun pushes the forehead of sohee, the girl currently on her knees in between his legs, away from his crotch. “what do you want?” he asks, running a hand through his hair. sohee rests her cheek against his thigh and looks up at him, and baekhyun smirks down at her and drags a hand down the side of her face before pulling at her bottom lip with his thumb.

“i-i just wanted to see if you were free,” you say, cursing yourself mentally and not having your shit together. baekhyun didn’t like when you were unsure or nervous about something; it turned him off. if you were indecisive about going to his house or yours, he’d just cancel all together. “just come over when you can, ‘kay?” you say, pacing the living.

“yeah, okay, whatever. that it?” he asks, pulling him thumb out of sohee’s mouth.

“yes, by-“ he doesn’t let you finish and hangs up, tossing his phone behind him and looking down at the poor girl between his legs. if she had any bit of brains, she’d leave now and never look back. but like most of the women baekhyun is involved with, they never do.

when baekhyun is done with sohee, he leaves without as much as a goodbye. he vaguely tells her he’ll see her again, but never specifies when. she watches him leave, feeling confused and empty and wanting more. and maybe that’s why they all stick around for him, because he leaves them feeling like a piece of them is missing and they’re desperately chasing it, trying to get it back.

he decides to entertain you and come over, despite your neediness. that’s another thing baekhyun didnt appreciate; clingy and neediness. he hated when women wanted him so much, it made him feel trapped and confined. baekhyun didn’t like feeling trapped or tied down to anything.

baekhyun doesn’t text you that he’s on his way, he just shows up at your door. when you hear the knocks, you jump up, having forgotten that he was supposed to come over because two hours feels like ages ago.

when you look through the peephole, your heart drops and your palms start to sweat. you pull the door open and baekhyun up-nods at you and let’s himself in. you close the door behind him and lean against it as he comfortably makes his way through your house. that is all about to change in a few seconds.

you make your way into the living room and see bakehyun sitting on your couch, scrolling through his phone. he looks up when he hears your foot steps, and frowns. “why are you acting weird?” he asks.

“i’m not,” you definitely are.

“yes, you are. stop it,” he says, going back to his phone. it’s now or never.

“baekhyun, i need to talk to you,” you say, still standing in the entry of your living room. he lets out a sigh and looks at you, his expression a cross between irritation and panic.

“about what?” he all but groans out. when you asked him over, he had expected (and hoped) for less talking and a lot more sex.

you lick your lips and shyly cross your arms in front of your chest. “i’m… im pregnant,” you say, looking him in the eye. he stares at you blankly, his mind unable to process your words.

“what?”

“baekhyun…” you say, taking a step towards him and then retreating. you really can’t say it again; it’s already too real.

“you’ve got to be fucking with me? you’re fucking with me, right?” he says, running a hand through his dark hair. you only shake your head, and he scoffs. “well, it’s not mine.” he says plainly, going back to his phone.

at this, you frown. “what? yes it is, baekhyun. i’ve only slept with you,” you say, a storm brewing in your head at him insinuating that you’ve been sleeping around. if anybody’s been sleeping around, it’s him. when you two first got together, he had asked you not to sleep with anybody else, and you didn’t see anything wrong with that. but now, you feel like maybe you should have.

“i don’t care; you don’t have any proof, y/n. that baby isn’t mine,” he says harshly. tears come to your eyes and you blink them away.

“this baby is yours! and you’re going to help me raise it!” you say, wiping at your eyes.

“like hell i am. i don’t give a fuck, y/n. i don’t want this baby, and you shouldn’t either. we aren’t even fucking together,” he spits, shaking his head, and that weight settles. you and baekhyun don’t even have a relationship label. you wouldn’t even know how to refer to him if somebody asked you who he was to you. friend was too mild, because you do things most friends don’t do to each other, and you don’t know that much about him. lovers isn’t even remotely true, because there is no love between the two of you. you’re somewhere higher than a friend, but lower than a lover, which is practically hell.

your mind drifts off to remember the time he invited you to his family’s barbecue. you practically met everyone in his family, danced with his grandma and little cousins, helped his mother in the kitchen. you thought he’d ask you out after that, but he never did. instead, he constantly reminded you that you two were not together.

“i don’t care,” you say quietly. “this is your baby. you’re going to help.” you tell him.

“y/n, i always use a condom. this baby isn’t fucking mine—what don’t you understand?”

you shake your head. for all of the times he’s used a condom, there is, of course, the one time he didn’t. and you remember it clear as day. you were the one who told him to get one, even though both of you were tipsy, you were still able to understand that. he told you he’d pull out, and did everything but. you can still remember the feeling of being so full of him. it still makes your knees weak.

“you didn’t the night after sehuns party,” you say.

“it was one time!” he shouts, as if he never took sex-ed. one time is all it takes—everybody knows that. “fuck, y/n. why do you want to keep this baby. are you trying to ruin my life?”

“i’m not trying to do anything. you think i want to be pregnant? baekhyun, i’m only 27! i’m not ready to be a fucking mother, but this is my reality right now!” you yell back, and it dawns on you that this is the most you’ve both ever spoken in a single meeting.

he shakes his head. “what do you want from me, y/n? i’m not raising this fucking baby with you—i’ll pay for you to get rid of it, but i’m not raising it. there’s no fucking way,” he says, standing up. you start to panic, stepping closer to him.

“what are you doing?”

“getting the fuck out of here,” he says, trying to push past you. you stop him, putting your hands on his chest. “y/n, move.”

“no. we need to talk about this.”

“there’s nothing to talk about! i’m not raising this baby with you, and that’s it. i don’t care what you do with it, but leave me out of it,” he says, removing your hands from his chest and brushing past you, his shoulder bumping into your arm in the process. “and lose my fucking number.” baekhyun says as he pulls your front door open and steps out, slamming it as he goes.

you can’t help but crumple to the floor, feeling like a rug has been swept from underneath you. you shake uncontrollably as you sob, fat tears rolling dons your face for the nth time today.

for some reason, you feel like a weight has been lifted off of you even though your world feels like it’s been flipped on it’s axis. you know you’ll be bound to baekhyun for life, as long as this baby is alive, whether either of you like it or not. but at least he knows, and maybe he will grow up and come around.

and you feel a sense of peace for the first time ever since he’s ever departed from you. usually, you feel hollow, used, and muddled; always in a constant state of anxiety when he’s around or when you think about him. but him leaving was probably the best things he’s ever done for you. now you can be sure he won’t be coming here unannounced, interrupting peaceful sleep at ungodly hours. now, you can rid yourself of unnecessary stress and drama, albeit unfortunate circumstances.

yes, you’ll be bound to baekhyun for life. but there are definitely worse things that could happen to you. and who knows, maybe he’ll change his mind.

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demodraws0606 · 6 months

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Warning : Salty Rant below

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This is gonna be slightly irrational but this weekend has been very shit and I need to rant right now.

The amount of salt I have for the horrendous q!BBH takes that have come ever since his team has been betrayed is enormous right now.

Lord help me to conjure all the self control I have not to yell at people that maybe they should listen to cc!BBH when he says that "he would kill the ENTIRE SERVER if it means getting the eggs back".

I was so happy to see cc!BBH gaining another reason to make his character spiteful against the other islanders but now I can't stumble into Tumblr without people making q!BBH out to be this pillar of morality again.

Like I'm sorry that I think q!BBH indiscriminatly terrorising people like q!Slime and killing them is like worse morally than killing a Stone Egg that we have no evidence to believe is actually connected to the real eggs (even more so that in some people's case they think they would've been forced to do it anyways).

It was shit that they betrayed their words and I do like how it kinda flipped the q!BBH's dynamic with the entire server on it's head making him look like the only rational one.

Even then GGN didn't even think they were betraying the deal since they were going by the logic that if they didn't kill the egg it was fine (at least q!Etoiles did)

However now I'm stuck again with the fandom treating BBH's characters like poor little victims who did nothing wrong which is a thing that I hated ever since the DSMP. Except now there is even less justification for it because the cc! straight up told us in our face that his character isn't moral by any means.

#qsmp #vent #discourse #qsmp fandom neg #q!bbh #q!badboyhalo #bbh #badboyhalo #i don't really want people to try to argue with me on this one i just need to like #vent out frustrations because in general this weekend has been frustrating #this small thing just pushed me over the edge though #apologies for the negativity #i'm just so drained

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byuntrash101 · 3 years

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Deal with it - Part 1

Pairing: Sub!FuckBoy!Baekhyun x Dom!Reader

Genre: Angst (if you squint), smut, Ex!AU, Revenge!AU

Tags: Body worship (f), oral (f), face riding, degradation, humiliation, fuckboy gets what he deserved, hair pulling, squirting, a lot of teasing, multiple orgasms, dirrrty talk

Raiting: 18+

Word count: 4.9k

Summary: Who could have known that a little discipline was all your selfish fuckboy ex needed to turn into the most obedient little puppy?

A/N: Hiii!! I'm back with an other story! It's been so long since i published something with Sub!bbh. I know these usually don't do as good that my dom!bbh stories but i really enjoyed writing it! -Cat 😸

General Masterlist - Part 2

Part 2 (coming soon if you guys are into it hehe if you want part 2 send me a message)

Deal with it - Part 1

Inspired by Deal with it by Ashnikko

I can see the desperation [in your eyes]

Got you right where I want ya

Beg for it, plead?

You can suck it

“Y/n!!” Your coworker shouts from the front desk. “A delivery for you”

“What? Again?” You roll your eyes before getting up from your desk and walking over to Wheein.

“He got you sunflowers this time…” she says with a monotonous tone while handing out the huge floral arrangement of a dozen sunflowers and various small white flowers and wild tall grass serving as accents. The flowers are wrapped in a golden yellow paper and tied with a soft black velvet ribbon at the base. The bouquet is beautiful, that much is true. The small dangling card attached to it catches your attention.

I thought you might find roses too cliché…

You’re as bright as the sun.

When I look at these flowers I can’t help but to miss you…

You repress a gag by laying a finger over your mouth and simply toss the bouquet in the garbage can next to Wheein.

“Why does he keep bothering you?” Wheein asks you, visibly as annoyed as you.

And for good reason. She knows everything about the hell you went through that time your stupid heart decided to fall for Byun Baekhyun. She was the one that talked to you for hours on the phone and consoled you during your lunch breaks. She was a true friend.

Baekhyun was a serial lover, a philanderer, a Don Juan, in other words a fuckboy.

Of course your naive and trusting heart didn’t know that at the time. But you should have known better. You should have known it was too good to be true when the handsome local heartthrob took interest in you, an unusually usual girl without a story. You were that well balanced friend nobody ever paid attention to. You weren't the ugly one nor the pretty one. Not the timid one, nor the crazy one. You were simply the normal one. The boring one quite frankly.

So you should have known when Baekhyun offered you to readjust your squatting position one day at the gym. How unsuspecting you were when he came up to you and beamed at you with that angelic smile, eyes innocently turning into small crescents while he fainted to worry for future back pain if you didn’t act out on your poor posture right away.

Baekhyun wasn’t the kind of guy you spot from a mile away. He didn’t walk around in the gym wearing those very loose singlets with huge arm openings that let you see their abs through them. He wasn’t checking out every girl daring to breathe at the gym. He wasn’t purposely making excessively loud groans when lifting weights just to get attention. He wasn’t that way. Those dudes were amateur, they never were a threat to your fragile heart.

Baekhyun, on the other hand, was a real pro. Baekhyun always looked concentrated on his own business. He wore tight fighting sportswear that let you imagine the fantastic build he had underneath, all the while without revealing too much. He was alluring, never gaudy. He was focused with his headphones and left right away when he was done. But in fact he was hunting, spotting potential prey. Sweet and innocent girls. Girls like yourself.

So you believed him when he helped you correct your position. You accepted when he offered you a coffee after your training. You felt safe when he made you believe you were the most interesting person he had ever met. You believed him when he told you how pretty he found you. And you believed him when he said that he loved you…

You cringe at the three small words coming out of his compulsively lying mouth.

Of course the fairytale ended quickly. Within a few months Baekhyun showed his true colors. The ugly truth was that it was never about you or even the both of you as a couple. It was about him.

He never consulted you or even hesitated when he wanted to go out with his friends. He didn’t care if you wanted to spend time with him. He didn’t care if you couldn’t bear to see him talk to other girls the same way he talked to you.

He didn’t even try to make amends in the bedroom. He always used you. He didn’t care if you came or not and he certainly didn't care to cuddle you after. You remember how he would just roll on his back yawn and tell you to quickly finish yourself because he was just too tired.

From the very beginning up until now. He only loved himself through your smitten eyes. That was the sole thing he was missing. Not the accomplice moments, not the intimacy. He only missed the way you looked at him. He missed the idea you had of him.

But all wasn’t in vain. Because thanks to him you are no longer the boring friend. You know your worth. You always walk with your head held high and with confidence. You learned to make every decision for yourself. You take of yourself on your own for your own sake. If you go get a manicure or you take extra time to do your makeup in the morning it’s all for yourself and not to impress anyone else.

It took loving a selfish fuckboy for you to finally learn to love yourself.

And fuck was it worth it.

“When is he going to understand that you are over him?” Wheein asks, looking with disdain at the crooked flowers in the bin.

“Oh I think he knows that very well… That’s something he can’t accept” you say winking at your coworker before you happily hop to your desk again.

At 5pm sharp your slightly monotonous but comfortable office job was done. You gathered your things and quickly skipped to your car to drive home.

When you’re about to pull up in your street your phone rings with a number you don’t know. You frown and pull in your driveway.

“Hello?” you answer hesitantly, sitting on the edge of the driver’s seat.

“Thank God! Finally I get to hear you” the voice resounds through the car’s speakers.

Immediately you pick up who it is and you are not in the mood for him. Not right now and not tomorrow, not ever again actually.

“Ok bye Baekhyun” You say, getting ready to hang up.

“No no no please wait” his voice sounds strained, you notice but your frustration keeps you from feeling any empathy towards him.

“What do you want?” you snap back with a biting tone.

“I just… I-” he hesitates and you silently start a five second countdown before hanging up. “I just miss you so much”

“I don’t have time for you right now” you tap your fingers on the steering wheel.

“Please! y/n… I really need to see y-”

You hang up. Even though the call was short it was enough to send rage shooting through your veins. You felt no sympathy for him anymore. He just annoyed you every time you thought of him. Every single memory was irritating and you cringed at the mere souvenir putting yourself down for this joke of man. Choosing him over your own sake so many times.

Since it’s the weekend you decide to skip the gym altogether and instead cook yourself a nice meal and have a relaxing indoors evening.

You settle for a delicious and hearty veggie quiche with what was leftover in the fridge. After eating one generous slice you prepare yourself a relaxing bath. You decide to go with the peach and lavender bath salts which give a beautiful purple hue to the water.

When the bathtub is filled you undress and sink your overworked body in the perfectly warm water. Instantly, tension vanishes from your back, shoulders and neck where most of the stress builds up.

As the aromatic whiffs of fruit and flower tickle your nose you close your eyes and you let your limbs float in the water.

You sigh deeply in the dim bathroom, some relaxing music is softly play in the background and you enjoy the calm for a second. It’s almost like you can’t remember why you were mad and stressed out today. Thank God Baekhyun has been a fading memory for a while now.

When the time is right you scrub and clean yourself. Then you just decide to soak a little. You grab a book and stay comfortably put in the warm water until it turns cold but you’re so engrossed in the adventure taking place between the pages you can’t bring yourself to put the book down even for the minimal time it takes to get out of the bath and dry yourself.

Suddenly, you hear a noise coming from outside. You’re not sure but you heard a... knock? You let the book down for a second, hanging both your arms over the edge of the tub, trying to hear over the music. Then another nose, metallic, more faint, more distant.

You quickly get out of the water and wrap your naked figure in a robe and your dampened hair in a towel before stepping in the living room. You didn't think you stayed in the bath for that long but the night is already well advanced. The usually well lighted living room is pitch black. You turn on the small desk lamp sitting on the coffee table and velvet tread to the front door. This time it’s indisputable. Someone's out here…

Your heart is pounding and you bring a trembling hand to the knob, the droplets of water running down your legs and back give you a cold shiver… So much for a relaxing evening you can’t help but think sarcastically?

You open the door violently ready to strike with the heavy potted plant that decorates the hall if need be.

But the only thing you see is Baekhyun stumbling forward and falling flat at your feet.

“Were you seriously trying to break into my house with this?” You drop your shoulder in disbelief pointing at the hair pin Baekhyun still holds in his hand.

“Well huh I” he fumbles with his words, eyes dashing around the place while he swiftly gets up and dusts his pants off. “Why is it so dark inside?” he says, clumsily trying to change the subject.

You can only grunt in utter frustration and push on the door to close it but Baekhyun blocks the door by putting his foot out.

“No please! I just wanna talk to you” his eyes are pleading.

“Don’t you have any pride?” you ask, cocking a judgmental eyebrow.

“My pride is what got me to lose you… I don’t want to repeat the same mistake again”

That is one of the cheesiest and fakest things you’ve ever heard… And God knows how cheesy and fake Baekhyun can be so this speaks volumes. But somehow the stupid pick up line doesn’t enrage you like it should have instead a sly smirk discreetly plays on your lips, hiding in the dark of the living room.

“Come in” you say as you flip the light switch. Baekhyun looks confused but promptly steps in the hall before you have a chance to change your mind.

Normally, you would have just send his ass home like you did countless times but this time it’s different. Even though the bath did work to unwind a little bit it was all for nothing when this dumbass tried to break in and instantly insufflated in you a wave of anxiety. So even if it was unlike you, you thought that maybe bullying your stupid fuck boy ex would do the trick as the stress reliever today.

“Y/n, thank you so much I've been wanting to talk to you for so long... I-” Baehyun tried to get your hands in his but you swiftly smacked them away. He looked at you with puppy eyes while you crossed your arms on your chest.

“I…” he started hesitantly. “ I guess what I really want to say is that I’m sorry….” He looked at you through his lashes again, fidgeting with his fingers like a scolded child. Looking as innocent as ever.

You couldn’t help but to think what a wonderful actor he was. If you didn’t know better you would think he was sincere but you know for a fact who the real Byun Baekhyun is. And you’re speaking from experience.

“I think I never stopped loving you…”

Annnddd… There they are, you think to yourself. The fuckboy mottos “I’m sorry” and “I love you”, the two best lies. The ones Baekhyun practiced his whole existence no wonder he looks so convincing. But you just let him talk.

“When you left me I started to realize that” his voice starts to shake ever so slightly and you know he’s about to fake cry any second now so you draw the line. You’re too tired for that much bullshit.

“Beg me” you abruptly say, cutting him off. His eyes round up in confusion. “Come on” you motion with your hand to hurry, already losing patience. To your surprise Baekhyun executes himself.

“Y/n please. Please please take me back. I’ll do anything. I'll be the best boyfriend ever. I’ll be everything you want me to be”

You repress a chuckle. Surprisingly it is a lot funnier than you thought it was going to be. Toying with his emotions like he did with yours for a year… Why does it feel so good? Why do you want more?

Baekhyun stays silent and waits for you to speak up.

“On your knees”

Once again confusion fills his once confident orbs as he tilts his head to the side.

“Beg me but do it on your knees and be convincing this time”

Baekhyun hesitates this time. You are certain that this is not what he fantasized this meeting would be. He probably thought his words would touch the sensible chord and maybe you’d cry a little and eventually give in and make out with him, maybe even suck him off… the thought makes you shiver.

“Do I really have t-”

“I mean suit yourself” you interrupt him already turning to open the front door.

Instantly Baekhyun drops to his knees

“No no please... Ok i’ll do it!” Suddenly his heart starts to race in his chest. And his palms become sweaty. He feels nervous, anxious. Like he is losing the upper hand.

As for yourself... you do love to see him like this: at your feet. It feels like his rightful place.

“Y/n, my love…” He brings his hands together as if chanting a prayer. “Please, I'll do anything for you. I’ve never loved anyone like I loved you”

You can’t hold on your laughter this time and it bursts out of you like an under pressure kettle, high pitched and whistling. Mocking the man kneeling down before you.

“You look pathetic” you spit at him while he looks down at his knees, hands balled into two fists on his thick thighs.

At first you think it's out of frustration, maybe even anger upon realizing you were never serious about this and simply wanted to humiliate him but then you realize a faint twitch from under his belt. You squint to try to see more clearly and you realize that he actually got hard. He was not mad, just trying to conceal the tent he was pitching.

“Oh my gosh….” you are on the verge of laughing again “did you seriously get hard from this?” you snicker again. Every burst of laughter sends sharp blades to Baekhyun's immense and fragile ego.

“I… I just … I mean” Baekhyun fumbles with his words. Truth is… all this is also new for Baekhyun… he could have never imagined his body reacting like this, it confuses him more than anything.

“Byun Baekhyun the local heartthrob gets hard from being laughed at and humiliated”

“It’s not that” Baekhyun tries to protest but his faint voice is far less convincing than his previous well practiced fuckboy monologue.

“I can’t believe it… look at you… truly pathetic”

Baekhyun is at a loss for words. This is new to him he can't comprehend why his heart beats so fast. He can’t understand why his body reacted that way when he got down on his knees for you and begged you but most of all he couldn’t understand why he didn't hate it. Confused tears started to prickle his eyes.

You stepped forward and forcefully fisted his hair, grabbing a big handful of the shiny and soft tuft, and tightly pulling on it. Baekhyun looked up at you with teary eyes and let out the most discreet, almost inaudible, tiniest, littlest, whimper of pleasure.

You both froze in disbelief. Baekhyun pressed his traitorous lips into a thin line while yours were pulled in a dark smirk.

“You like it when I hurt you?” your voice was a whole lot calmer, lower almost somber. You weren’t just joking anymore, even if you were still very much enjoying yourself. You bent down and brought your face close to the one of your kneeling ex. Your grip on his hair was ensuring he maintained unwavering eye contact with you.

“Say it!” You yank on his hair, which makes whimper again. “Say ‘please hurt me’”. You detach every syllable as a carnicious smirk pulls on your lips looking at Baekhyun so flustered and hazed beneath you.

Baekhyun’s only reflex is to bite down on his lip... hard. Just to keep the words from unintentionally slipping out of his mouth because he has no idea why but he wants to. He wants to say those three words so bad. He wants to feel the sweet sting of your palm on his face. He wants to feel his tears finally slip out. He wants to moan from this torment.

He wants you to hurt him bad.

But he can’t bring himself to accept it. He can’t bring himself to accept that he’s turned on by your mean words, your mocking snickers and your disgusted eyes.

You let go of his hair when he doesn’t reply. Baekhyun’s insides clench and the loss of the sweet numbing pain on his scalp. Your fingertips trail down his beautiful face, gently caressing his cheek only to plant your sharp nails at each side of his face.

“Fuck” Baekhyun curses under his breath, the hairs of his nape rising as well as the bloodflow in his groin. He can’t help but to sigh in need when you let go.

“You know I was having such a relaxing evening. And you ruined it all.” You start to pull on the cord of your robe. Baekhyun visibly swallows in anticipation, eyes pierced with impatience. “But, luckily for you, I know another way I could relieve some tension.”

The knot of the cord comes undone and the open robe floats at your flanks. Baekhyun squints but the shadow casted from the ceiling lamp behind you keeps him from seeing anything. Expectancy makes his heart loudly thump in his chest as he silently prays all heavens to let you have a look at your figure. Just one look is all he wants right now.

And his wish is granted. You first take the wrapped up towel off your head, letting your gorgeous and healthy soaked locks of hair rest at the sides of your cheeks, perfectly framing your magnificent face, almost magically amplifying your outstanding and unfair beauty. Then you finally slip the robe off your shoulders, letting it fall and pool at your feet.

Baekhyun audibly gasps in awe. It’s like he never saw you like this before. Like he is rediscovering you in a brand new light.

Your body shines and glistens with the water, like a thin glaze has been poured over your beautiful soft skin. Your bare feet resting on the cold white tiles of the hall, your dazzling legs that seem to go on forever, your gorgeous thighs, the holy swells of your chest, your angelic collarbones and your elegant long neck.

You look like an ocean goddess freshly out the water, about to grace with your mere presence the undeserving sailors and fishermen at shore. You look stunning, heavenly, almost holy. The biblical halo of light shining behind you adding to the miraculous atmosphere of the scene.

Baekhyun is stunt, baffled, compelled by that idea he suddenly has to worship you and prove worthy of you. His heart is racing, his breath is short and hitches his dried throat and his pants are tighter than ever.

“And you're going to help me with that. Huh? You’re going to help me unwind, right?” you ask, a seductive smile playing on your lips. Baekhyun enthusiastically nods in response. “Then properly ask for it” you snap back, dropping the smile, your harsh tone and glacial eyes send a shiver down Baekhyun’s spine.

“Please use me” he huffs in a short breath.

You lift an unimpressed eyebrow.

“Do better than that '' your voice is cutting, harsh. Baekhyun takes a deep breath and looks down at his engorged length uncomfortably restricted in his pants. At this point he doesn’t care about his pride anymore he wants a relief, and if he has to beg for it so be it.

“Please use me as a stress reliever. I want to be your toy. Use me as you see it fit for your pleasure my goddess”. Baekhyun speaks in one single breath, spurting out word after word, without having a single second thought, mind completely clouded by desire. You smirk at the unexpected name. Goddess. Fitting, you think to yourself. Byun Baekhyun national fuck boy. Begging you to use him and calling you a goddess. If that wasn't the ultimate revenge than what was?

This dynamic was new and exciting to you. The old you would have never had the confidence to play this role. The brand new and improved you did. You enjoyed seeing Baekhyun’s face contorted with such need and desperation for you and you enjoyed looking at his sad little face every time you mocked him. All this had lighted a fire that was scorching in your core. A fire that needed to be quenched now.

“Good boy” you say as you approach your center to his face. “Open your mouth” your order and Baekhyun executed himself in a split second. Without protest, he opens up and sticks his tongue out.

Then with care you laid down your center on his tongue. As soon as the tip of his wet and hot tongue glided on your swollen bud your hand immediately entangled with his hair. All the teasing had its effect on you too and water wasn’t the only thing soaking your thighs.

Baekhyun was just as, if not more, affected by you. As soon as he was close enough he started to hungrily lap at your sensitive bud. Your juices covering your thigh were divine. Occasionally he would lick down to your entrance and gather your wetness on the tip of his tongue just to get more of your alluring taste.

Your moans and his muffled grunts filled the narrow hallway. You rocked your hips to match his rhythm. Pleasure spreading to your body in waves. Each passing second brings you closer to your release.

“Fuck what a good puppy you are” you say in a breath, hips moving around his tongue. Baekhyun whimpers underneath you. “I can’t believe you never wanted to eat me out before. What a fucking asshole you were” Baekhyun doubles his efforts, in a attempt to make amends for his past mistakes, swirling his tongue skillfully at your swollen clit.

“You only thought of your own pleasure huh? ” You pulled on his hair a little harsher which caused him to moan, lips pressed to yours, sending delicious vibrations through your body. “But fuck you’re so good with your tongue. Now, come on! Make me cum you little bitch”

The pain at his scalp and the degrading petname makes Baekhyun so horny he can’t help but to stroke himself through his pants while he hungrily licks at your dripping cunt. This humiliating state got him in a sort of trance where he lets go of any thought or feeling other than your sweet taste in his mouth and the incredible arousal he feels from being put back in his rightful place.

It’s divine, absolutely breathtaking. How you rock your hips on his face, completely drowning him in your juices, soaking up his entire face in your wetness, how you grip tightly at his hair, how his cock is about to rip out his pants as precum is oozing at his tip and leaving a small wet stain between his legs. He just can’t get enough. Just can't get enough of you.

“Don’t stop, I'm going to cum” You pulled even harder at his hair. Baekhyun moans out into your pussy, shamelessly relishing in your juices. He is completely dedicated to you and to make you cum. Like his very life depends on it. His tongue is either fucking you as deep as he can reach or swilring around your sensitive clit, his lips gently tugging and sucking at it. You start throbbing against his mouth.

“Don’t fucking stop, whore” you swear throught gritted teeth. Your walls are clenching around themselves, violently throbbing as you grunt in joy while you ride out your high on Baekhyun’s face. Absolute bliss taking over you and shaking you from your core to your limbs. Thighs tightly pressing on the cute boy’s face lodged between your legs. Head hanging back as you curse him out more, drunk on the unholy euphoria.

When the high wears off you part your core from his lips. and take a good look at what you’ve done. You can't help but smirk in utter satisfaction.

He is devastated, wrecked, absolutely and thoroughly ruined.

His hair is stuck to his forehead and sweat prickles his eyes. His chins and cheeks glisten with your juices. His lips are swollen, red and bruised. And his jaw hangs open, orbs soaked in need and desperation for more.

Then you realise how he seems to slightly squirm and you notice the small wet spot at his crotch staining his black jeans. And the smirk is instantly wiped off your face.

“What the fuck is that ?” you harshly press at his crotch with your toes. Baekhun yeets himself at the unexpected and rough contact. “Were you rubbing yourself?” your voice is as harsh as the pressure of your foot on his balls.

“I’m sorry” Baekhyun painfully whines as a response, not denying the undoubtable truth.

“What a needy little bitch you are huh?” You tug at his hair again, making him wince. “The hungry little slut can’t stay still for a fucking minute. You don’t get to have anything! You can’t fucking cum or have pleasure in any way you underserving little slut.” you push him over with your foot which makes him lose balance and smash the back of his head on the cold tiles of the hall.

“Look you made me angry again” you say as you step at each side of his face. “Now I’ll need to cum again” you lower yourself and sit on his face. With this position it’s different.

Baekhyun can't move at all. Before you let him do the work, you gave him a chance to make up for what he did. But this time you’re in charge. And you definitely intend to use him as the good little toy he turned out to be.

“You like the taste of my pussy?” you ask as you start to rock your hips back and forth again, your sensitive clit quickly being brought back to a stage of blissful pleasure as the first orgasm hasn’t completely faded yet.

“Fuck yeah” Baekhyun responds with muffled words. You look back and look at his cock painfully restricted and hysterically twitching while Baekhyun pathetically bucks his hips up, desperately searching for some friction to relieve himself. He looks laughable, pitiful. A pleasant sight that quickly brings you to the edge.

“What a fucking slut” you grab his hair mainting his head completely still as your rock yourself all over him, caring little about his need for oxygen. “I’m going to cum using your cute little whore mouth” you say, thighs tensing up, center dripping generous amounts of juices right into Baekhyun’s open and eager mouth. The dirty talk makes him whimper, pushing his hips up and down even faster, growing more and more frustrated at the disappointing sensation of his dampened boxer lightly rubbing in his swollen head.

“Fuckkk Aaaah I’m cumming” your voice goes high pitched as you cum a second time this time completely drowning Baekhyun in your juices, which gush out of your center in powerful streams, soaking him in the process, making his hand fly to your thighs to pull you out but you don’t budge. You keep on rocking your hips until the throbs of your delighted pussy come to a stop. When you finally step out Baekhyun takes a deep, much needed breath of oxygen. He sits up and coughs, holding his heaving chest.

His hair is soaked with his sweat and your juices, his eyes a red, his lids are half closed. He looks frail, fragile, broken. He has nothing left of the dapper, heart breaker you thought he was. You drape the robe over your naked shoulders. Who could have known thefuckboy could be such a...

A/N: I hope you guys liked it! If you guys are into it I'll make a second part ^^. Send me an ask! Write a comment! Slide in my dms! MAKE IT KNOWN!! Or I just won't know you guys want it. Thank you for you all for reading 💖. Bye for nowww <3. -Cat

“Good little puppy” you whisper while opening the front door.

Part 2

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k3rm1e · 3 years

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I just had this idea, what if Ranboo and reader are besties. However, since Tommy is jealous jelousinnit of Ranboo for “stealing” Tubbo, he “steals” reader in turn and they too become platonically married.

Maybe after Ranboo and Tubbo learn of the Tommy and reader’s marriage, Ranboo and Tommy are now “competing” for time with Tubbo and reader. Meanwhile reader and Tubbo are just laughing watching this play out? <3

-♠️

jealousinnit

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dvwefnowef i love this idea! i hope i did it justice <3

cw:cursing

tommy vs ranboo:

“hello tubbo! tubbo. tubzo.” tommy yelled again and again, trying to get tubbo’s attention.

tommy continued continued yelling his name for a response. pitying the poor boy, you responded “hi tommy.”

“oh. hello.” tommy made his minecraft character walk over to you. “what is tubbo doing?”

“uh, he’s arguing with ranboo? about something somewhat important, i presume.”

“lore married, those two are. strange, innit?” tommy turned his character to look more directly at yours. the eyebrows on the character made him look intimidating, especially with the way he stared at you.

“yeah. yes. strange. lore married.” the conversation had ended from there, with an awkward silence. after a while tubbo and ranboo had finally stopped fighting.

it had been a few days since your interaction with tommy. everything had been pretty normal, just hanging out with ranboo and tubbo. helping oversee the building of the mansion. that was, until tommy came and talked to you.

“uh, hello tommy.”

“hey. i’m live right now. what are you doing?”

“uh, nothing really. mainly have been overseeing the build of ranboo and tubbo’s mansion.”

“close, the two of you are?”

“yep. i know him irl so i would say, yeah, we’re pretty close.” this was where you started to get a bit questioning. sure, you had spoken to tommy before, but you two weren’t necessarily close.

“hey, y’know what i think.” he turned his character to stare at you.

“no, what do you think tommy?”

“let’s be friends.”

tommy proceeded to drag you around the server, getting to know you better. you two had run around quite a bit, and ended up near the badlands. tommy, of course, decided to bring you into his mischief.

“ok, when bad joins vc, after i say hello you have to say ‘say FUCK badboyhalo’ to him.”

“doesn’t bad always yell language at everyone? shouldn’t i probably not do that?” you had just recently gotten added to the server and even doing certain things for bits made you nervous.

“you’ll be fine. now get ready.” once bad joined the vc, tommy yelled “HELLO BADBOYHALO.”

“well, hello to the two of you. how are you both doing?”

without taking the time to answer you yelled, “BADBOYHALO SAY FUCK!”

tommy immediately began laughing. bad’s character was running around and you could hear him stuttering until finally shouting “LANGUAGE!”

“oh come on, bbh. it just adds more impacts to what you’re saying. imagine you were saying ‘i hate that muffinhead skeppy so much’. isn’t it much more impactful when you say ‘i hate that BITCH skeppy so FUCKING much!’?” even though you couldn’t see his facecam, you could tell how much he was smirking.

“LANGUAGE TOMMY!” bad was screaming and from his voice he seemed to be fuming.

catching onto what tommy was planning, you started for him, “seriously bad, what do you have against saying a few curse words? FUCK, SHIT, BITCH, ASS, PUSSY.” you and tommy both began screaming curse words at bad until you heard him scream and leave the vc.

and for the next few weeks, that was how it went. you two caused chaos all across the server, getting on everyone’s nerves. phil had quickly deemed you ‘chaos gremlins sent to drive him even further into his old age’. at least kristen appreciated the two of you.

“phil, what are taxes?” tommy had asked phil.

after hearing him mutter a quick “jesus christ…”, he gave tommy an answer, “pretty much shit you have to pay because the government said to.”

“and is there any way to pay less taxes? y’know, cheat the system?” tommy was quickly driving phil to old age.

“well, marriage gives you tax benefits.”

“ooo!” tommy turned his minecraft character towards you, “marry me! for tax benefits!”

and so there was a new platonically married couple on the server.

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ranboo had noticed your lack of presence. instead of showing up in his streams, you were usually doing something with tommy. the two of you had even gotten married, the same way he and tubbo had. jealousy, even when irrational, was still a very real and present thing.

which is what led him to be standing outside your minecraft house, waiting for you to stop talking to tommy for a second and answer his in chat messages. for five whole minutes, he had to deal with chat clowning on him. “chat, i have never been replaced. they simply cannot replace me. there is no way to get rid of me.”

“you’re like mold!” tubbo had joined ranboo’s vc. his energy heavily contrasted the other’s.

“...tubbo, how am i like mold?”

“you’re just constantly growing on people! holding on for dear life until an exterminator is called! do i need to call an exterminator on you?”

“...no thank you, tubbo.”

finally, you and tommy had joined vc. “hello ranboo!”

“hello! what took so long?” the agitation in his voice was barely detectable.

“oh, tommy here was being pissy. didn’t want to leave vc2.”

“so tommy was stopping you from talking to your friends?” ranboo clicked his tongue and jokingly said, “seems a bit, uh well, toxic, to me.”

tommy quickly erupted into screams. “HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF BEING A TOXIC FRIEND?”

“I WASN’T ACCUSING YOU OF ANYTHING, WAS JUST STATING MY OPINION!” ranboo had started screaming back.

“IF YOU WANNA SEE TOXIC, I’LL SHOW YOU TOXIC RANBOO.” you could distantly hear an 8 bit version of toxic by britney spears playing from tubbos mic.

“OH SHUT UP TOMMY, PLEASE, I’VE BEEN FRIENDS WITH THEM FOR LONGER.”

“BITCH, PLEASE. JUST BECUASE YOU’VE KNOWN THEM LONGER DOES MAKE YOU BETTER FRIENDS. WE’RE MARRIED, WE ARE.”

and from there, the screaming continued. In-game chat, you could see tubbo telling you to join vc6.

“crazy, that lot is.”

“agreed.”

thank you for waiting! i’m sorry this took so long, i’ve been visiting family for easter and haven’t really been able to write. i hope you enjoyed this, though! <3

#♠️ anon #tommyinnit x reader #mcyt x reader #ranboo x reader #tubbo x reader

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aquarii-writes · 2 years

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Lost on You(BBH x fem Reader)

Haha I have inspiration for once. Heavily inspired by Paprikup's Bbh/Quackity animation called "DEVIL'S DEAL" as well I started this like ages ago. Seriously please send me asks ;-; (omg I can post lmao)

WC: 823

Genre: Unfinished/kinda angsty??

NOTES/WARNINGS: Bro I started this back in like.. July last year so I completely forgot what the original idea for this poor thing was. As well here is the song that Devil's Deal was inspired by; highly recommend in general but especially while you read this :]

The Nether was a hellish land. The lava, constant fear of hoglins, wither skeletons, and ghast left the Nether to not be laughed at. Yet for Bad and (Y/N) it was home.

Running from the demon behind her, she was left laughing. The two children ran for their play time before parents came to find them. Soul sand slowed them both significantly but it didn't stop the two. Tackling the girl Bad laughed and held her.

"I got you!" he shouts as the two fall down. Their blissful giggling ringing between the duo. Sand clouded before settling on them.

"Shut up Bad" (y/n) playfully huffed. A happy memory for a happy time.

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The vines that lived around the server clung to anything they could. The life it hung from began to die. Trees, grass, and flowers all wilted and died from the vines leaching off of their lives. Whatever homes the red tendrils clung to would start to decay and crumble under its own weight.

Wandering deep into the caves of the server would find you. Dearest (Y/N) hiding amongst her own life. The vines had yet to reach her under ground home but she had long since learned of their horrid existence.

Climbing up from her home, (Y/N) made her way to the Eggpire's base. Finding a location based off of rumor's and her own findings. "Bad!" she called out for her old friend. The whispers of how he's changed worried her more than anything. The darling baker she knew not only as a child but well into adulthood would never do something like this.

Was the egg a bad influence?

"BAD!" she yelled out again, ever so hopeful to gain his attention. "Heavens where could you be?" she mumbles, walking further into the base. Various shades of red illuminated the space; if it weren't for the thing bringing the light it was almost beautiful. Yet this is where you found him.

Bad sat next to the egg; his face was one of pure bliss. He looked so happy sitting there next to a stupid egg. "Bad?" you called out for the third time.

Pulling from a fantasy he looked at you in a daze. The way he used to look at you before Sapnap was born. One of love and longing. It almost felt like the two of you were teens again; dumb and in love.

"(Y/N)! Baby! Where you've been muffin? I've missed you~," he slurred to you, seemingly in a stupor. Stumbling to you Bad lounged around your shoulders. His height easily towering over yours he ended up sitting on his knees and nuzzling his head to your neck. "Ooh I forgot how warm you are muffin"

"Bad, I have a few questions for you" you asked gently

"And what's that pretty girl?" he spoke into your neck.

"What is all of this? With the egg and the vines.."

"So you're interested in joining?! Ooh I've been wanting to invite you for awhile but Ant kept telling me to wait for a better moment-" he rushed out to you. Pulling away he stood up fully to stare back down at you. "The egg can give you your greatest desire beautiful!"

"This isn't you Bad.." You told him. Reaching up to cup his face you rubbed his cheek. "The Bad I know wouldn't hurt a soul. What has the egg offered you? I'm sure I can give it to you far better than the egg could.."

"Well you can't keep Skeppy alive forever.. Skeppy is everything to me (Y/N)" he said calmly.

Rather annoyed you pulled your hands away. "Well then.. I see my time has been wasted here. I hope the egg gives you the best here"

"Wait pretty girl don't go-" Bad called to you

"No I see I wasted my time on you, Bad." walking back you tried to leave Bad back to the egg.

"No please, (Y/N), you didn't waste your time-"

"Then what was all the danger we lived through as kids? Before Skeppy came along. What are all the hours I helped you raise Sap?," you interrupted. "All I've ever wanted was to be with you Bad, but I guess I'm not all that important; at least not anymore. Truly I wish the best for you all" ending with such you went off back to your home leaving the defeated demon in the trail.

Looking back to all the memories he had, all Bad could do is just sit. You spent so much time helping and loving him. Late nights up together in the Nether leading to unspeakable things; nights run by talking and taking care of an infant Sapnap. The nights where Skeppy, you, and himself would run around causing chaos for every living thing around the three of you.

You are important and you didn't waste your time, but sometimes time won't equate to importance.

#mcyt imagine #dsmp imagine #bbh #badboyhalo #bbh imagine #badboyhalo imagine #bbh x reader #badboyhalo x reader

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icequeenbae · 3 years

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Daddy’s Struggles (m) | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Dad!Baek, domestic au, established relationship (duh), a slice of life, fluff, a lil smutty(!)

Warnings: some friskiness between mom and dad if you know what I mean, mentions of teenagers watching porn (I’m not promoting it, you guys lol), also this gets fluffin’ sweet get a bucket in advance

Word Count: ~2.2k

Summary: Baekhyun overhears your teenage daughter watching porn. You have to handle a small crisis.

Event: the BBH day @supermwritersnet

Author’s Note: This… came out of nowhere:D I blame my dear beta @baekshoney – we'd once discussed the idea of Baek being a teenager’s parent (in relation to a different story). Don’t we all love dilf Baek though? lol Anyways, this is a tiny glimpse into his future as a cute af father and husband <3 Let’s name him puppydad!Baek 😊 I hope this lifts your mood a little on a day like this!

On that note – happy birthday to our genius idol (aka mochi-cheeked hyperactive puppy), I wish that he stays healthy and happy and on the radar throughout the next 2 years (and forever)!! Don’t be too sad, guys, he’s hopefully going to finally lead a somewhat normal life for a bit 💞 Ok, I’ll let you get to it already~

A yawn.

You rubbed your tired eyes and dictated a reminder for tomorrow morning to your AI assistant. It was pretty late and you had your hands full all day with your kids. And while family time was always great, there hadn’t been a spare moment for you to tend to your own business. But two decades of dealing with your hyperactive yet loveable children (and husband) taught you to make the most out of what you got. So you were doing just that, organizing your errands and sorting important emails after everyone had scurried off to their rooms, and your husband — to the shower.

Baekhyun was quite exhausted himself, so you realized he must’ve gotten in the common bathroom by the time you exited the one in your bedroom. He did that sometimes when you locked the door out of habit. Not that he couldn’t come in, it was just… You used to scold him pretty badly for breaking into the bathroom. Picking locks wasn’t something you wanted your juniors to acquire as a habit. They had enough of their daddy’s traits as it was.

The thought made you chuckle. Your eldest son had already outgrown his father by at least five and a half – gotta be precise here! – centimeters (which made daddy very proud, but also a teeny tiny bit jealous). Despite his height, which, you were sure, was going to break the golden 180cm in the next few months, your boy’s build was exactly the same as Baekhyun’s. His shoulders were broad, his hips wide, and his waist was naturally narrow. Legs long and lean, and eyes always mischievous. He was eighteen and already seemed more like Baekhyun’s best friend rather than his child. Being both the hyung and the oppa of the household, he was the most mature out of the bunch, and always a big help to his parents.

Your middle child, your precious daughter, resembled you a lot. Her wavy hair and her big eyes with the longest eyelashes either of you’d ever witnessed. Seriously, that was the first thing Baekhyun’s friends had commented on when they came by to meet your new baby. ‘Is this even normal? Can she see through those? That’s one pretty baby!’ She was even prettier now, at her sweet sixteen, cheeks still a bit chubby, which – just as her button nose – were definitely an homage to her dad. Not to mention her hands that were even more delicate and exquisite than his.

The youngest, your six-year-old son, was a blessing. You weren’t planning to have more children after the first two until you suddenly thought… why not? Cannot say that you weren’t a little bit under the influence at the time. It was one of those rare weekends when your kids had a sleepover at their grandparents’, so you had the whole house to yourself. Deciding to have a domestic date and enjoy shameless daytime drinking, you indulged in a whole glass of wine before both of you were tipsy and giggling, then you added one more to the mix. At that point, all kinds of crazy things were brought up.

‘We should do this more often…’ You informed your partner. ‘This is exciting! We can walk around naked the way we used to before we had teenagers in the house!’

‘I miss our naked Saturdays…’ Baekhyun whined, almost spilling his wine while trying to sip it gracefully. ‘Now I barely even see you naked with your shower locking obsession!’

Pursing your lips, you dismissed his complaint.

‘After that incident… You cannot blame me for my caution.’

The incident was, well, your son needing to use the bathroom while his sister was taking too long and heading to the one in your bedroom. He nearly walked in on… an adult scene.

‘He didn’t even see anything, Y/N-ah,’ your husband grumbled, but you waved him off, downing your drink as if it was a shot of tequila rather than a glass of wine.

‘I don’t see a problem though,’ he blinked at you, not following. ‘We’re alone. Why not… See each other naked again?’

‘Right. We can also- Y/N-ah!’

‘What?’ You eyed his suddenly enthusiastic form with nothing but suspicion.

‘We can create a distraction!’

‘Hm?’

‘A distraction for them. So that they’d be busy with something else while we’re away.’

‘Hmm?’ You still couldn’t locate the source of his excitement.

‘Lemme show you,’ he slurred, tugging on your wrist to get you up and dragging you to the bedroom.

Let’s have another baby – that was his brilliant idea. Had you both not been such poor drinkers, one of you would’ve thought this through.

Nevertheless, you were glad that you didn’t. Because your little angel, who could sometimes be more of a tiny demon, to be frank, was the single sweetest thing to ever exist on planet Earth. He had his entire family wrapped around his little finger, and you – most of all. How could anyone blame you? That troublemaker was the spitting image of his dad and had a personality to match — just as playful and affectionate.

The chill spring breeze from the window licked at the bare skin of your arm, causing you to shiver slightly, coming back from the land of reminiscing. You stretched on the bed, noticing how protruding your nipples became from the cold even while hidden by the gentle fabric of your nightgown. Pulling the covers up, you grunted under your breath, wondering what was taking Baekhyun so long.

Just as you did, the door cracked open, and your husband sauntered into the room.

‘Ah finally, I thought I needed to go rescue you again,’ you chuckled.

That had happened before. He once used the common bathroom to shower before bed and ended up captured by your daughter, who was around six or seven at the time, in the hallway. She then demanded cuddles, knowing that her father was too weak to turn his precious girl down and send her back to bed. You found them both huddled up asleep on the couch, with your husband’s head tilted dangerously to the side. Terrible sleeping postures always had consequences, so you spared him the agony of the next morning, waking him up mercifully and helping to get your little girl to her bed. This was only one of many occasions – Baekhyun was a softie.

This time, however, he was a bit stupefied.

He didn’t react to your remark and seemed like he was going on autopilot when he came closer and sat on the bed.

You lifted the covers, inviting him to join you, and he followed your lead, still staring at the wall across the room.

‘Yeobo,’ you called, getting slightly alarmed. ‘Are you okay?’

He blinked, the stupor breaking, and looked at you with astounded eyes.

‘I- I think,’ he began, making you shift to face him properly. ‘I think I just overheard our daughter watching porn!’

His voice lowered to a whisper by the end of that sentence.

‘Oh my god,’ you whispered back. ‘How do you figure?’

‘I was walking down the hallway, and I thought I heard something from her room. I didn’t fully register what it was, but now that it processed… It was definitely porn!’

The signs of distress on his face almost caused you to break down in a fit of laughter. You held it in with all you got. Fathers and daughters, the eternal struggle.

‘First of all, ew. Aren’t you even a little bit ashamed to be eavesdropping on your kids like that?’ You didn’t let him protest. ‘Also, how do you even know it was porn, you know she sometimes mumbles and whimpers in her sleep. Like someone else we know…’

Giving him a pointed look, you leaned over his chest to turn the lights to the lowest mode, leaving the room dimly lit. It was always effective when you wanted to help him relax.

‘I wasn’t ea- And you think I can’t tell what porn sounds like? There are some generic… sounds. That give it away.’

‘When was the last time you watched it?’ You murmured, eyeing him curiously.

Of all people, you knew best how short his attention span was. Sometimes it could work to your advantage. Like right now, when you needed to de-escalate this before you could reason with him.

‘I- wh- I don’t know, probably when you were pregnant,’ he recalled. ‘The third one was somehow the toughest on me. You looked way too attractive for a heavily pregnant lady, let me tell you.’

‘Heavily pregnant??’ You scoffed, softening right after. ‘Well, you have a point, he was pretty huge. I swear, if he doesn’t grow up to be taller than Chanyeol, I’d be offended. That boy’s giant head prolonged my healing by at least a month.’

Baekhyun sighed and looked up at the ceiling, thinking back to that time.

‘He was the only one who caused you to tear, right?’

‘Yeah. Which is weird, considering that he was my third one. Ah well, I guess I’m not getting any younger…’

‘Aren’t you though? I’m constantly being asked about my pretty young wife,’ Baekhyun smiled at you charmingly. ‘And you only became prettier after the third pregnancy. I say it’s the hormones.’

Your cunning little plan was working. He was incredibly easy to distract.

‘Tell me the truth, was it the boobs? Or my butt? I did gain the most weight with the little daredevil, that’s for sure.’

‘It was all of you. You always looked so sexy when pregnant, I just wanted to have you all to myself,’ he cooed at you. ‘To feed you handpicked strawberries. And smother you with kisses. My beautiful young wife.’

At some point during this conversation, you shuffled closer to each other, now cuddled up snugly on the bed. Your finger slowly traced abstract patterns on his chest, happily exploiting the access to his skin where his pajama shirt was unbuttoned.

‘Ah, you’re just saying that to get under my nightgown,’ you batted your eyelashes at him, and he shook his head.

‘Maybe a little, but that’s true. And it’s not surprising that people are noticing – you are younger than me.’

‘A couple of years is nothing at our age,’ you murmured, bending your knee and moving your leg slightly up his to get cozy.

‘Well, you know what people say… Small kids make parents younger. Wanna have another one?’ He nudged you gently and laughed at the dirty look you gave him.

‘Yeobo- please don’t make jokes like this. I’d rather look for other elixirs of youth than go through that entire ordeal again.’

You knew that he was kidding, but the thought made you shiver.

‘I know, honey, I know. Like I said, you’re not in need of any elixirs.’

At this you relaxed, melting into his shoulder, and guiding his arm to wrap around you, warming your exposed shoulders.

‘Well, Mr Byun, same to you. Still as charming as two decades ago.’

‘Hey, I’d like to think that I’m more charming now. The experience and all.’

‘Who helped you gain all that experience though?’ You poked him lightly, and a low chesty laugh escaped his lips.

‘Of course, it was my one and only, my young, and beautiful, and smart and sexy little wife,’ he punctuated each compliment with a chaste kiss to your cheeks, nose, lips, and neck.

You squirmed in his arms.

‘Ah, you make a woman go mad,’ you purred into his lips mockingly.

He snickered softly, ready to lean in, but then stopped abruptly.

‘Wait a second- What about-’

‘Baekhyun…’ You murmured as he fussed on the bed.

‘I should probably go in there, and-’

‘And what? Embarrass your daughter?’ You held him down. ‘She’s sixteen, honey, it’s just the hormones. We’ve both been there. Let her be.’ You nuzzled his neck, pressing your lips to his sensitive skin lazily.

His mind was growing cloudy again since your hand was now caressing his inner thigh foxily. He’d probably realized what you were doing by now, but you were right, so he allowed you to sway him into giving the idea of an immediate intervention up.

‘Besides, I’m sure you wouldn’t be nearly as appalled if that was our eldest,’ you scoffed and added in an exaggerated tone. ‘Never took you for a sexist.’

‘But- he’s eighteen, and she- she’s my little girl…’ He mumbled in a small voice, hazed further by your not-so-subtle seduction. ‘I can’t let her- watch that-’

‘Don’t worry, yeobo,’ you whispered soothingly in his ear, slipping your hand into his loose pants. ‘I’ll talk to her tomorrow. Without you. No need to traumatize the poor girl, that’s how daddy issues develop.’

‘You should know,’ he bit back meekly, sighing when you finally wrapped your fingers around his semi-hard length.

‘The sass! It’s almost like you still got it, Mr Byun. Care to impress that young wife of yours?’

‘I sure will, you cunning woman,’ he growled playfully, completely giving in to it and attacking your laughing mouth as he lifted the covers over your head.

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briarlovesclara · 3 years

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Dream SMP Actor/Show AU

Initial idea from Instagram post by ameramerillo / some of the makeup hcs from comment on post (beanpole_orange)

This is LONG! It has the headcanons, my split-up for Seasons in the time frame of how Seasons are now, and an adapted version from Reddit user (will be credited at bottom).

(When I say a character name I just mean their actors)

-There’s a whole backup prop room because they’re broken so often

-Cat and Mellohi don’t actually play in a record player (the versions that are tossed around most often, that is), and so someone will spin it on their finger backstage while someone blasts from Spotify (probably WAP)

-They paid So Much Money to make the WAP jokes

-Techno went on wires for Doomsday

-Speaking of Doomsday, the choreography for the fight scenes took weeks to -perfect, as a long of the shots were continuous

-Dream’s mask is heavy for close-up shots, so he has to have a physical therapist check in to make sure his neck doesn’t get cramped too bad

-Ranboo has to get there so early every day to make sure his makeup goes smoothly-- Techno comes in an hour or so later to get his tusks done.

-Tubbo actually needs a couple of hours for his makeup after his second canon death by Techno (blast marks)

-Ranboo makes such realistic Enderman sounds that when he panics they just actually used his voice

-When Ranboo’s Dream side would talk, Dream would stand off-set and say his lines; then, in the recording studio for the voiceover, Ranboo would stand in another studio and say the lines so that Dream could react realistically.

-The main prison’s lava was CGI, but the other walls were real.

-They had a montage of George breaking the obsidian block, which they made canonically take hours. Poor George was filming for quite some time (that’s all they did that day)

-L’manberg blowing up the second time was filmed and then the close-ups were; all the actors were on wires and were yanked to their respective spots.

-Shots above the L’Crater (on a pillar or little hill) were filmed with green screen, but times that they walked through it were filmed in an actual hole.

-They found a separate crater to film the nuke hole in, and no shots were CGI there.

-Philza held a funeral in Wilbur’s changing room for his wings, which only got to be used for the five minutes pre-explosion before they ruined them and then used ripped models after.

-Puffy bought Dream a rubber ducky!

-Tales From the SMP is a spin-off show that runs parallel to the main one (think Torchwood if you’re a Doctor Who fan)

-Eret had to wear white contacts after the betrayal-- the idea was that his regular eyes were contacts in character to conceal a part of himself from L’manberg (symbolism)

-Dream XD is barely there, but is in pure neon green when he appears. He emits just like. Pure light. He doesn’t wear a mask because no one can see his face anyways (the light)

-Ghostbur isn’t see-through, but he has to go to the make-up stations early as well every morning. He and Ranboo, who still gets there first, bond over being early

-Friend is a real sheep!

-Schlatt had to take lessons to learn how to balance the horns on his head

-Foolish spends some time in the makeup van, but many of his big add-ons are things that slip on and off (vs. Ranboo, whose makeup is made every day, or Techno, whose tusks gets fitted).

-Music motifs are a big deal; one of the most infamous is the Never Meant To Be theme, which is used in many different variations to give subtle foreshadowing to key moments in development of Wilbur and Niki.

-When Ghostbur’s memory book is read, dim flashes of the memories are shown.

-Wilbur, Dream, BadBoyHalo, Sapnap, Callahan, Awesamdude, and George are the creative producers, though the main ones are Wilbur and Dream.

-They have a full writing team but the head writers are similar to how the actual SMP runs.

-Seasons are split the same way that they are canonically now, but there are pauses in the way they are released (Season 1A, 1B, etc) in the way that Doctor Who is split at times, with mid-series finales

How the Seasons would be split up (look at the wiki to see what each Era means):

S1A: Before Tommy, After Tommy, War for L’manberg Independence

S1B: After L’manberg War, The L’manbergian Election

S1C: Election Fallout, A New Era, The Manberg Festival

S1D: Festival Aftermath, Manberg-Pogtopia War Era

S2A: Reconstruction Era, Post-Banishment Era

S2B: Vengeance Era, Disunion Era

S3A: Imprisonment Era

Alternative TV timeline, not based on the current canonical seasons, by Reddit user u/username6702:

“Season 1

1A - The Beginnings (Community house built, Joffery’s murder trial)

Members: Dream, George, Sapnap, Callahan, Awesamdude, BBH, Alyssa

1B - Server Expansion (Ponk + Punz’s Towers Built, Purpled’s UFO Built

New members: Ponk, Punz, Purpled, Skeppy

Season 2

2A - Tommy Joins And Finds The Discs (Tommy’s House Built)

2B - The Disc War (Socialising Club Built, Fundy’s Secret Base Built, Tubbo’s Base Built)

New members: Fundy, Tubbo

Season 3

3A - The Drug Van (Wilbur’s Ball Built, Drug Van Built, Eret’s Castle Built)

New members: Wilbur, Eret

3B - L’Manberg Forms (Walls Put Up)

Season 4

4A - War Begins (Trees Burnt Around L’Manberg, Cobblestone Walls And TNT Cannons Set Up Around L’Manberg, Tubbo’s House Is Burnt Down)

4B - All Out War (Bow Warfare At The Towers, TNT Set Off At Tommy’s Base And L’Manberg, Eret’s Betrayal, Season Ends With Tommy Giving Up The Discs)

Season 5

5A - Tommy’s Business Ventures (The Park, Brighton Tower, Macbeth, L’Manberg Docks And Subs Built, Dream’s Deal Or No Deal, Church Prime Established)

New members: Jack, Niki, Quackity

5B - Mellohi (Dream Gets Hit By A Train, Tommy Attempts To Scam Dream And Eventually Trades To Get Mellohi Back, One Of The Discs Is Given To Skeppy In Return For Spirit's Remains)

Season 6

6A - The Pet War (Sapnap Kills Fungi, Sapnap & Fundy’s Duel)

New members: Karl

6B - The Election (The Parties Are Formed, The Debate, Season Ends With Schlatt Tearing Down The Walls And Pogtopia Getting Formed)

New members: Hbomb, Schlatt, Techno

Season 7

7A - Schlatt’s Rule (we are going into this season now)”

I have added how I believe the rest would go using this model.

7A- Schlatt Administration (Fallout of the Election, Pogtopia is formed, the Manberg Festival, Tubbo’s Execution)

New Members: Antfrost, Drista (guest)

7B- Pogtopian Uprising (Quackity Turns, The TNT Room, Quackity Tries to Grab Power, Fundy Turns, Recruitment for Manberg, Badlands Forms, The Final Pet War, The 16th)

New Members: Philza, Connor

Season 8

8A- Reconstruction/ Tubbo Administration (Schlatt’s Funeral, Tommy’s Exile, George’s Dethronement, Tommy Begins Exile)

New Members: Ranboo, Captain Puffy, Lazar, Vikkstar

8B- Post-Banishment (Mexican L’manberg, Blood Vines Appear, Squeeks and Estate Conflicts, Technoblade’s Execution, Quackity vs. Technoblade Duel*)

*Dream now supports Tubbo’s L’manberg

Season 9

9A- Vengeance Era (Mr. Beast Events, The Green Festival, Doomsday War)

9B- Disunion Era (Ghostbur’s “Resurrection”, Glatt’s Return, Eggpire, The Disc Confrontation)

New Members: Foolish G, Hannah

Season 10 (Current)

10A- Imprisonment Era (Pandora’s Vault, Anarchy Rises)

New Members: Charlie/Slimecicle

DREAM SMP WIKI

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relaxxattack · 3 years

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ayo! (wait this might be a bit of a jumpscare dishdks i apologize) i’m op of That Post and was wondering what your opinions were on the whole woobification thing? /gen

because it’s a Tiny Bit widespread within the dream apologists to sort of,, overdramatize stuff like l’manberg hurting him. like they’re not a 100% wrong but if you look at it subjectively you can see some sort of bias going into that sort of thing that makes the character’s mistreatment a bit more blatant and intentional which,, it really wasn’t? and there wasn’t That Much of it either. especially on twitter (tumblr is much better about it) people just jump to conclusions it seems and yeah. since you brought it up i was wondering if you wanted to write a bit about it from your perspective!

we’re kinda from different corners of the fandom but i still notice that once you are too attached to a character you start taking certain evidence and giving it more weight than it actually has. there’s a blurry line between “taking away a character’s humanity” and woobification and it’s extremely difficult to find a balance when said character shows pretty much nothing of his emotional life (e. g. putting up the intimidating villain act in front of only c!tommy, pretty much everything he does making rational sense with no emotional subtext) and a lot of the fandom instantly jumps to one side or the other while it’s like.

we don’t know by far enough to say “he’s traumatized” or “he isn’t traumatized” or “he was villainized and it hurt him” or “l’manberg didn’t affect him at all”

as a very analytical person people constantly jumping to conclusions grinds my gears, but that’s about it for my own view of the situation - sorry for the rambling.

in general i agree with you that both dehumanization and woobification is Bad and i really hope getting Actual Context sorts this out (e. g. him saying he was betrayed by his friends doesn’t mean it wasn’t partially his fault or that they were allowed to leave him, but it also shows that he did care about that happening. mentioning the cat doesn’t mean anything about what happened to c!tommy but it also shows that he did care about what happened to it. it’s just always interesting to get more information about the way he feels because he usually does a very good job at hiding it.) because man.

it’s like being stuck between a rock and a hard place, especially if you also are attached to the character and are expected to automatically agree with everything the people on “your side” say. it just ends up with everyone being mad and the character being mischaracterised overall.

oh wow hello! i didnt expect the op of the post to find me you’re right lol

and yes i agree! you seem to have a lot of very good thoughts tbh.

and by woobification, i mean exactly what you’ve already pointed out— the people who will say l’manberg purposely villainized dream, the people who will say wilbur faked his mental illness to manipulate dream, the people who are pretty much always talking about how badly dream was treated by people who were acting only fairly for themselves, usually.

for example people who act like dream was a perfect peacemaker before tommy showed up, or that tommy started most conflict. these are just actual lies that are told by c!dream himself to justify his abuse of tommy, and people fall for them incredibly easily because not a lot of people watched early dsmp and know that truthfully it was chaotic even then, and that dream was chaotic too. not to mention wilbur soot tried very hard to secede peacefully with l’manberg and dream jumped directly into war with no warning. and then people say he was forced into their war when, no, he started it.

theres also people who will say like, dream and sapnap for example are such good friends. i’m sure they cared for each other, but dream on multiple occasions has done horrible things to sapnap with no regard for his feelings (like leading fundy to sapnaps pets during the petwar, leading tommy to sapnaps pets during the other petwar and encouraging him to kill them, handing mars over to tommy to use as leverage against sapnap, etc). george he’s been less awful too but he certainly spoke over him and ignored his feelings enough that george felt hurt. he had places in his hall of attachments for beckerson and mars. george and sapnap were right to walk away from being treated like that.

there’s also what you just said here — “dream puts on a villain persona for tommy”— but honestly he acts like that around quite a few people (example: eret) and it’s usually when he’s revealing crucial info, which leads me and many others to believe that ‘persona’ is actually a more truthful version of him.

there’s the fact that he really isn’t safe for people to be around (or at least he wasn't before the prison) because he was planning to come up with ways to control every single person by stealing and threatening their attachments (some of which were not items but were living animals, or a real breathing person).

and then people will say dream was doing exile to enforce rules, or to keep the peace— when it’s very clear in canon it was a deliberate plan to get tommy on his own and into the prison. (from the way he was framing tommy for multiple crimes, and having sam set up the prison, and kidnapping tommy instead of correctly exiling him, all at the same time).

not even going into how he wants to kill and revive people for fun or make tommy immortal.

it’s just— ignoring all these actual facts and saying “oh he misses his friends, let’s get him some friends now” reminds me of like. when people would put flower crowns on pictures of serial killers. and then, there’s hardly anyone on the server who wasn’t subject to dream’s plans, so there’s absolutely no one i would be okay with him interacting with.

just remembered about the torture thing, and wow i still hate it so much. it’s someone’s sick revenge fantasy twisted into a way to get a manipulative villain sympathy, and it’s just gross to me on every account. i do think dream is traumatized-- just not by l’manberg, which was a conflict he started on his own terms. i would think l’manberg did affect him, because he was scared of losing control.

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again— my ideal ending for dream would be for him to be sent far away from dsmp to an island full of therapy animals and super strong therapists who have never met him before. and for him to get a shit ton of therapy until he becomes a halfway normal person. and then eventually he could get integrated into society again; but a different one with new people. (although maybe dteam + bbh + puffy can visit him, they might still like him.)

none of the people on the server (who have all been affected by dream) should be burdened with befriending him or rehabilitating him— look how that turned out with sam! sam had a personal grudge towards dream and it ended with the poor dude being tortured every day; and sam himself falling into corruption and literally cutting off his boyfriends arm. like we can all see thats fucking awful right?

no one who was affected by dream should have to deal with him ever again. and contrary to popular belief, that includes a LOT more people then just tommy. dream isn’t just tommy’s antagonist, hes almost everybody’s.

the only person on the server who might also be able to stand to help dream is techno, and that’s from sheer lack of ability to give a shit. but techno is probably THE furthest thing from a good therapist there is lol, and dream needs better then that.

this kind of just ended up being a rant about my thoughts on c!dream, so im so sorry op. especially since it was probably negative for you. i hope you’re doing very well.

i guess in the end it’s true what you said— people will highlight or ignore things based on what characters they like, and it’s especially easy to do in this fandom, where half the content doesn’t even get watched and then we become a big echo chamber of half-truths.

considering dream has hurt so many of the characters i care about, i almost can’t understand how he could be someone’s favorite or comfort character— but he is nonetheless, and it would be unfair of me to be rude about that.

essentially it just bothers me to see someone who was a perpetrator of accurately portrayed abuse and manipulation (using both those words in their actual definitions, not just as random buzzwords lol) being given the flower crown edit effect. especially since he’s hurt the characters i care about a lot.

ANYWAY all of that being said (this got LONG im so sorry op) i am so so excited to get dream’s pov, because although i disagree with his actions strongly i actually find dream’s character very interesting and cool, and watching his POV is going to insanely fun. i cannot wait to see what theories get confirmed or denied

ALSO incase it wasn’t clear this is all /nm at you! you seem lovely and smart, and neither of us can help what characters we get attached to :]

#c!dream critical #dream meta #og post #hey guys i would actually like some feedback on this one since i worked hard on it #rbs are okay and encouraged :]#my meta

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saywhatjessie · 4 years

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TRC Exchange

This is my gift for @richardcampbells who requested so primo Gansey content! 3.7k [Ao3]

Gansey did not remember being this twitchy in high school.

It was difficult to remember ‘high school’ as this thing that had happened to him only a short year ago and not something in his distant past. He’d experienced so many things in the years of high school and also in the gap year since, it was hard to hold the memory of Aglionby as something associated with himself. He had felt quite different then.

Quite less twitchy.

Blue would probably take offense to the word twitchy. He didn’t think it was a slur of any kind, but it still felt like a word she would not-so-gently correct. Fidgety, she might say. Hyper.

Not that he was hyper, he just couldn’t seem to stop picking at the corner of his folder. Or playing with the zipper tag on his schoolbag. He had to admit, he did feel rather high-strung.

To be so far away from her – Blue – when they’d so recently been so close. Closer than close. It was mildly unbearable.

And not only her, but Henry who had been with them on their gap year road trip around the world. Adam, who was following his own academic pursuits but had been a real grounding presence in his Aglionby days. Ronan, who he missed like a limb and who’d worried him while he’d been away and potentially worried him more now that he was close but still extremely far.

Georgetown was not so far. Ronan came to the area every week for mass with his brothers.

It was enough distance for Gansey to feel it in the marrow of his bones.

He tapped his pen distractedly against his laptop, waiting for class to start and contemplating if he should send Ronan another text. Just to make sure he was coping. He couldn’t remember ever tapping his pen at Aglionby.

“Okay, class, welcome to BBH 251, colloquially known as ‘Straight Talks.’”

Gansey sat up straighter, taking a firmer grip on his pen to sublimate the urge to fidget.

“You can all put your laptops away, this isn’t that type of class.”

Gansey startled, blinking for a good few seconds before shutting his laptop and sliding it back into his bag. He wasn’t sure what kind of class didn’t require taking notes. His pulse jumped a bit in his neck, some predecessor to an inappropriate sense of dread.

“This class is about exploring intersectional identity, putting focus on privilege and invisible identities.”

And now the dread made more sense. Gansey was always far too aware of his privilege.

It would be absolutely heinous to have to get up in the front of this room and list out all the ways society valued him more than them. Looking around the room there were women, there were people of color. Students with pride flags on their bags and their hair dyed outrageous colors. There were students who looked like Adam had when he’d first come to Aglionby: hollow cheeked and broken down in a way that could only be reached by withstanding poverty. How was he supposed to come out to this class as a straight, white, wealthy son of a Republican career politician?

“The class is called straight talks because what we learn in this class, we carry over into other classes. We reach out to other classes and introduce ourselves with our full intersectional identities.”

The horrors continued abound. Gansey would have to do this around the entire university.

“I’ll start.”

Their instructor introduced herself as a white, cis woman. She was a lesbian athlete in her mid-fifties. She talked about the difficulties of being a lesbian athlete, how she suffered ageism in the gay community, and the stereotypes that come with it.

Braver souls than Gansey came forward and asked what cis meant. The teacher calmly explained that it simply meant “not trans”. Gansey hadn’t known there was a word for that. He hadn’t thought about the need for one. And that made him feel worse than anything. Because anything that wasn’t “other” was “normal”. What a terribly privileged thing he was.

“And now, to present more examples from your peers, I’ve asked some of my students from last semester to show you what a straight talk might look like. Ryann, do you want to start?”

Ryann didn’t look particularly bothered either way, but started on what was obviously a well rehearsed speech.

He was genderfluid, which meant he changed his pronouns regularly, but he told them all that at this moment he was a he so please refer to him as such. He was of Māori descent. He talked about what it was like to be underrepresented and constantly likened to Taika Waititi just because he was the only Māori person anyone ever heard of, if they’d heard of it at all. He suffered from EDS, which meant he had what was usually referred to as an invisible disability. In other words: people assumed he was abled when they looked at him since he didn’t need a wheelchair. At least not yet.

This wasn’t at all about Gansey, but he still found himself sinking slightly in his seat, the shame he felt by the simple fact that he had none of these additional social obstacles to deal with making him feel absolutely wretched and helpless.

The next speaker helped some. She was white and cis and able-bodied. But she spoke of growing up in poverty in the American south, constantly living in fear because she was bisexual and a woman. She discussed how she’d known more girls who’d experienced sexual violence than she could fit on two hands.

Gansey felt a little like crying. Actually, a lot like crying. But he was a Gansey and he would never show such unmeasured behaviour in company. And this was not about him. He would not make it about him.

The last person was agender. They were mixed race: what races, they weren’t even sure because they were adopted. They grew up in a wealthy family but lived in a community where they didn’t feel deserving of that station. Feeling undeserving was something, at least, Gansey understood.

They were also demisexual.

“So, demisexuality is on the spectrum of asexuality,” the person – Storm – explained, in a practiced-sounding way, but not like Gansey thought they were tired of explaining: they still sounded as if they cared deeply about this label. “Everyone’s heard of the Kinsey scale?” Most everyone nodded, Gansey maybe too enthusiastically. He’d read a lot of history when he’d realized Adam was bisexual. “Asexuality has that same kind of scale, ranging from sex-repulsed asexual to sex-positive gray-asexual. Asexuality is differentiated by the lack of feeling of sexual attraction. sex-repulsed asexuals don’t feel sexual attraction and don’t want sex in any way. People can still be asexual but have sex anyway for stress relief or for their partner: they don’t feel the attraction but don’t mind the act itself. Gray-asexual people can feel sexual attraction but only sometimes. It’s all very relative and, obviously, I don’t speak for everyone blah blah blah. Following?”

There were grumbles of assent from the assembled class and Gansey nodded distractedly.

What Storm (and that was another thing: Ronan would absolutely love the names nonbinary people chose for themselves when Gansey told him) what Storm was talking about with gray-asexuality sounded just like normal people. Not everyone experiences sexual attraction ALL the time. Then wouldn’t everyone want to have sex with everyone else all the time? That sounded extremely distracting, who would have the time?

And not everyone was in the mood all the time either. He was working to be really open-minded, but this didn’t sound real.

“Demisexuality,” Storm continued, “Is on that spectrum. The important qualifier is that demisexual people can feel sexual attraction but only if they establish an emotional bond with someone first.”

And just like that, something in Gansey’s head snapped.

He shot his hand up.

Their professor waved him off. “We’re not doing questions right now,”

“That’s okay.” Storm said, smiling at him. Something in their eyes glinted in what Gansey thought might be recognition, even though they’d never met. “What’s up?” They asked, nodding at Gansey.

Gansey had no idea what was up. He hadn’t raised his hand with any kind of plan.

“Hello. My name is Gansey,” he introduced himself, because his mother always said that was a good jumping off point. “Demi is from the Latin word dimidius meaning partially or half.”

That probably wasn’t the right direction to start with, judging by the muttering and eye rolling from his classmates. Gansey felt his neck heat up but Storm looked amused.

“Are you calling me half-sexual?”

“No,” Gansey shook his head, trying to come off better. “I guess I just wondered how the leap was made from demi meaning half to demi meaning… what you said.”

“Mr. Gansey–” the teacher started again, looking a little put-out. Gansey guessed he’d probably said something wrong. Something offensive. Something condescending. He was good at that.

But Storm waved her off again. “I don’t know, man, I didn’t invent the word. I just learned it, same as you’re learning it now.” Their eyes flashed again on the words ‘same as you’. “I learned the word and I remembered every teacher I’d had a crush on growing up after they’d established a connection with me. I remembered the weird sex dreams I’d had about literally every one of my friends. I remembered how any time someone talked about having sex with a stranger I thought they were kidding because how could you feel that way about someone you didn’t know?”

Gansey’s hand gripped the seat of his chair, each statement from Storm triggering his own memories. How he’d never had a crush on a girl – a serious, Want To Do Anything About It crush – until Blue. How confused he’d been when Adam said he had more experience with girls, because he hadn’t, really. How Helen’s advances on poor unsuspecting men felt false, because how could she want to sleep with all of them? She’d just met them.

And he remembered the weird sex dreams he’d had about Adam and Ronan, even though he was straight.

At least… he’d thought he was straight?

Storm smiled at him in a soft, almost pitying way. “Any other questions?”

Gansey shook his head. “No, thank you. Please continue.”

It seemed this class may teach him more than he’d counted on.

His first order of business was to call Blue.

Both because he needed to speak with her about this new word he’d just learned and also because he had a scheduled call with her and also because he missed her fiercely.

“Have you heard this word ‘demisexuality’?” Gansey asked by way of hello.

He could almost hear Blue blink in surprise. “No. Where have you heard the word demisexuality?”

“I’m taking this Bio-Behavioral Health class. It’s usually reserved for at the very earliest second semester students but I spoke to my advisor about my apprehension regarding achieving the required credits for gen eds and she suggested combining requirements through some classes that might cover both. This class counts for gym and science.”

“So you’re not taking a gym class?” Blue hummed, mournfully. “No pictures of sunkissed Gansey rowing in the early morning?”

Gansey’s ears heated up and he cleared his throat. “Any photos you’d like I’ll take for you, Jane.”

Blue hummed again, self-satisfied.

Gansey cleared his throat again. “So this class explores identity and marginalization–”

Blue cut him off with a barked laugh. “Oh, man, I would love to watch this class react to you .”

“Yes, Jane, it was not very comfortable for me, aware as I am of my privilege.” He tried not to sound petulant but he was and it did. “But there was a student named Storm who introduced me to this new word. Demisexuality, I mean.”

“Okay,” Blue said. There was rustling on the other side and Gansey pictured her getting comfortable, sitting in the chair next to the table in the phone/sewing/cat room. She had her own cell phone by now – a fight that spanned weeks and several countries of their road trip – but she refused to use it to speak to Gansey himself, only saving it for calling her mother while she was away or to speak to Adam on the phone his own boyfriend had bullied him into accepting. He assumed she’d cave and use it to speak to him when she was away at school herself (her semester didn’t start until October) but for now they were relying on old habits. “So tell me about demisexuality.”

He began to talk through it with her, repeating some of what Storm said and drawing new conclusions and going so far as to pull a webpage on the subject up on his phone as he spoke, switching between reading off of it and putting the phone to his ear to hear her reply. He knew she could have looked this up herself, but he appreciated she was letting him tell her about it. Teaching her was the easiest way for him to learn himself.

She cut to it pretty quick. “Is that what you think you are?”

Gansey blinked, expecting the question, he supposed, but not expecting how it would make him feel.

“I thought I was straight,” he answered. Because it was true. Even if it was becoming less true by the moment.

There was a rustling that Gansey recognized as a shrug. “Everyone thinks they’re straight until they don’t.”

Gansey blinked again.

“Thank you, Jane.”

Blue hummed. “I’m gonna let you sit with this. Call me back with any updates?”

Gansey hummed back. They hung up.

Gansey appreciated she wanted to let him sit with this – it was a kindness and potentially a necessity. He didn’t know how to do this, he’d never had a sexual identity crisis before.

So he called Ronan.

Who didn’t answer, of course, so he was forced to sit with his sexual identity crisis.

He sat with it for two hours until Ronan sent him a text. “Dick.”

Gansey called him.

Ronan answered. “Jesus Mary, Gansey, what ?”

“I think I had a crush on you when we first met.”

Ronan choked and immediately hung up.

Gansey swore, growling, before hitting redial.

“Gansey, I swear to Christ,” Ronan pleaded.

“Shut up!” Gansey swore. “Please shut up. I am so stressed out right now, Ronan.”

Ronan, for his part, shut up. It was an angry and embarrassed silence, but considering what Gansey had just confronted him with that was understandable.

“I learned something in one of my classes today and Jane thinks it might apply to me.” Blue had said no such thing, but something told Gansey that Ronan would take information like this more seriously if it came from sensible Blue. “There is apparently a sexual orientation previously unbeknownst to me that describes feelings of attraction only when there’s an established emotional connection.”

Ronan was silent for a few breaths before he said “Okay?”

“So we were very close when he first met and I felt an immediate connection to you and I didn’t know how to process that outside of friendship because I’d never felt it before but now with this new term sort of recontualizing things, I think it may have been a crush.”

Ronan made a sort of squawk in his throat, reacting similarly to the first time Gansey had said the word “crush” but, thankfully, not hanging up the phone.

“Gansey… I don’t know what you want me to do with this.”

Gansey opened his mouth then shut it again. He wasn’t sure what he wanted from Ronan either. He didn’t know how to ask “Do you think I had a crush?” or “Do you think I’m not straight?” or “How do I restructure myself, how do I think of myself, if I’m not straight like I always thought?”

But that was an emotional burden he had no business troubling Ronan with. Gansey’s feelings weren’t Ronan’s responsibility. He had other things going on.

“Nothing,” he answered, quickly, attempting to brush off the entire conversation. “Just a thought to mull over. I thought I’d share. But, you’re right, you have other things to do–”

Ronan sighed so loud and dramatically, he cut off Gansey’s prepared polite change of topic right in its tracks.

“Gansey, it’s okay if you’re not straight. It would be fucking cool, actually. That means none of us are straight. High five for a perfect queer score or whatever the shit.”

Gansey’s mouth twitched.

“And if you had a crush on me that’s cool too.” He cleared his throat, his next statement coming out as a growl to cover embarrassment. “I had a crush on you in the beginning, too. So it’s whatever.”

Gansey grinned. “Oh, you did?”

“We are never bringing this up again,” Ronan told him firmly. “But yeah, man, you’re like the portrait of well tended youth. But you drove a fast and shitty car and smiled like a dork. I was sixteen, what do you want?”

Gansey’s grin softened. “Well, now I feel indecorous. You’ve had time to think about this. I have nothing prepared to tell you why you were crushworthy.”

“I don’t want to hear it!” Ronan said, quickly. “Tell me about the crush you had on Parrish, instead.”

Gansey sat up straight, very much feeling like he’d received a rowing oar to the face. “Did I have a crush on Parrish?”

Ronan snorted, cruel yet fond. “Of fucking course you had a crush on Parrish. Everyone with eyes and a brain has had a crush on Parrish.”

Gansey frowned but remembered again the inappropriate sex dreams. Then he blushed. Then he conceded. “I suppose you make valid points.”

Ronan laughed. “Did you get butterflies the first time he helped you fix the Pig?”

Gansey hummed, getting a little lost in the memory, before jerking back. “Oh. Have I been a little stupid about this?”

Ronan snorted again, the sound 100% joy this time. “Yeah, man. But that’s okay. No one can know everything.”

When Gansey was slated to present his own “straight talk” to the class weeks later, he was prepared. Not ready. Not comfortable. But prepared.

“Hello,” Gansey started, his politician’s-son smile on. “My name is Richard Campbell Gansey III, but I go by Gansey. The legacy in my family, so aptly captured by my name, has never been something I was comfortable with.”

Gansey watched a few faces around the room nod. Expressing that they saw him, they understood what he was saying, and they accepted it.

It gave him the strength to continue. He smiled a bit more easily this time.

“It feels overly boastful to list the ways for which I have privilege in this world – it was something I was never brought up to put a name to for fear of coming off ungracious or pompous. But putting a name to something is the first step to breaking down the social structures that put people like me so far ahead simply by the state in which I was born. So just because it makes me uncomfortable, doesn’t mean I shouldn’t say it. I only ask that as I go down my list, you all don’t hate me too much.”

That got a few laughs. Gansey sighed a bit in relief before steeling himself.

“I’m white. White Anglo Saxon Protestant, which is rather ironic as I’m deathly allergic to wasps.” Another laugh. Gansey took another breath. “I come from a wealthy family: what some call old Virginia money. I’ve never wanted for anything. I am cis, I am male, I am able-bodied – save my poor eyesight and previously mentioned bee and wasp allergy. Access to care for eyes and allergy has never been a problem, though, because of the aforementioned wealth. I’ve been able to go through my life relatively normally because of the wealth and despite what otherwise might be debilitating conditions.”

The bee allergy had killed him, once, but Gansey wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to get into that in this setting.

“I have a girlfriend, so I am straight passing,” Gansey continued, swallowing. “And, until very recently, I thought I was straight.”

He lifted his eyes to the class, hoping some of them were remembering his questions to Storm on the first day. Storm themself wasn’t there but Gansey pictured them in his mind as he continued.

“Learning about demisexuality has opened some things up for me,” he confessed. “I spoke to my girlfriend and to some friends from high school who are queer themselves and who I only recently realized I had had crushes on. They all think it’s extremely funny, telling me I was terrible at hiding it. And they’re all very excited to realize this gives us a perfect record of queerness in the friend group.”

More laughs. Students’ faces were very open and friendly. Some were still a bit disdainful – there would be some fights he couldn’t win, some people he would never be able to win over because they had suffered too much by people just like him – but there were people in this class who didn’t visibly hate him. Gansey grinned fully.

“I expect this discovery of identity will continue: probably until I die.” (Again) “And it was challenging to have to restructure my self-perception, but a bit thrilling, too. I thank you all for sharing so much of yourselves with me. I hope I can go forward in this life and take advantage of my outrageous privilege to do right by you.”

He glanced over at the professor, who looked rather stoic, but nodded once, eyes shining in something that looked a little like surprise and a little more like pride.

Gansey looked back to the class and nodded. “Thank you.”

He hoped he could answer questions – from the class and from himself – whenever they came.

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What to Know Before Traveling to New Zealand

Overview

Welcome to the most beautiful country we ever saw in our life. New Zealand is truly remarkable place. Combination of outstanding nature and western country all in one place. New Zealand requires some travel planning if you want to see all good locations because the wather change fast (some people says you can all the 4 sessions in one day).

Besides, the travel distance between the locations is big, that’s why you need to plan in advance. In this post, we are going to cover everything you need to know before your arrival.

Weather

since it is on the other side of the world – it could be different weather within your country, so pay attention. The weather is quite tricky. Some people say it’s ruined their trip. So you need to be flexible.

How long to Travel?

Well, it depends how much time you have? Many travelers go for 3 months. This is the best time to see the country and to take some side trips. If you don’t have lots of time (like myself), you can go for one month of traveling. It’s enough time to see both islands. Again it really depends what kind of travelers you are? ( if you like tracks – you need more time, some of the trails takes days). If you have less than 15 days to travel – you need to focus exclusively on one island.

this trip require planning

Flights

The flight to New Zealand is quite expensive – the best TIP here is to order the tip in advance. When I say in advance at list nine months or more, otherwise you are going to pay a high price for the tickets. Furthermore, if you are traveling for Europe, it’s better to stop for one day (or for a few hours) on Thailand or hong kong. Take a break; the flight is hard ( we travel for 37 hours!! & 3 connections).

Transpositions in New Zealand

New Zealand has really poor public transportations, so don’t count on it. The best way to travel is by car. the main question is which rent or buy? (you can see more about it here in this post ). In New Zealand, they drive on the left side, so if you’re not used for it, practice in the parking lot a bit. They don’t have lots of cars on the road + the local people are really nice . So don’t sweat if you took the wrong turn. In New Zealand, you have a verity of different vehicles to choose from, again the main question is rent or buy? The answer is another question how must time you have? Until 1.5 months, in my opinion – the best option is to rent a car. Why? It takes time to sell it, and you need to be in one spot when you sell it (3-5 day minimum), so if you don’t mind doing that, buy a car. More than 1.5 months go to the second category – buy a car only!

Our Campervan

To recap:

Pros of buying a car vs. rent a car :

Price – it will be the cheapest option.

Ownership – the car is yours so that you can change the infrastructure of the vehicle.

Cons of buying a car vs. rent a car:

Time-consuming: when you buy the vehicle and when you sell.

Comfortable: If a car is rented, you have no worries when the vehicle is broken, someone will replace it for you.

Major Tip: take the screen protection insurance. It saves our life twice!

Second major Tip: drive at the right speed, there are lots of speed trap ( we got a speed ticket)

Communication

not the strongest in New Zealand. Most of the places don’t have good reception, and in some areas, it completely blocks. Usually, you are going to use the Wifi in different hostels and campground – but you need to know that in most places, the Wifi is limited (or cost money). The best option, in this case, is to buy a local sim if Vodaphone or spark. And you need to buy a data package with an internal call. Both companies have stores at the airport.

Where to Travel?

New Zealand has 2 islands, the north islands and the south. in my opinion both of them are incredible and very different. The north island is the smallest one. The travel distance between place is shorter (huge advantage), and this island has a lot of geothermal and volcanic activities. You can also find the Maori culture in different places on this island. Furthermore, here you can find the glow worm cave ( there is plenty of these caves in new Zealand, but the one here on this island is really impressive). The south island is different. He’s much bigger and has wild nature. There are plenty of different trails and landscapes to see, like lakes, glaciers, and wild animals. In my opinion, the south island is much more beautiful, but the north island has a diversity of attractions.

We visited both islands (and we add a short side trip to cook islands).

We started in Auckland and moved south. we pick all the primary area that we thought we couldn’t miss:

Auckland -> Netherland -> Coromandel -> Hobbiton -> Waitomo caves -> Rotorua -> Taupo -> Tongariro -> Turangi -> Wellington -> Nelson & Golden bay -> Abel Tasman -> the west cost -> Franz Josef & Fox Glaciers -> Wanaka -> Queenstown -> Milford sound -> Catlins -> Dunedin -> Mount cook -> Christchurch -> Hanmer Springs -> Kaikora -> Christchurch.

Some countries don’t have a direct flight to Auckland, so they start from Christchurch.

Hobbiton-New-Zealand

Few things to Consider:

Distance – the travel distance is quite big from area to area. Sometimes you want to see 2-3 places in one day, so it’s better to check in advance. Use google maps to check the distance between the 2 points ( some days we drive more than 4 hours ).

Opening hours – New Zealand is for morning people’s life start very early, approximately 8 and end at 16-17.

Where to fall asleep?

well, there is plenty of options since we rent a campervan, we slept on a different campground. but again it depends on what kind of trip you want:

If you’re renting a mini car/ family car – so most of the time, you’re going to sleep on hostels or hotels. Our recommendation is YHA BBH’s best hostel we saw there ( slept there twice at the beginning and at the end). Most of the time, we parked in TOP 10 facilities – they are wonderful and equipped with everything you need (you can rent a room if you want the price is not high).

Top10 has facilities around new Zealand, and they have a member card. You can get tons of discounts on different attractions, and when you stopped over to sleep there, you get another 10% discount. In total, you can save lots of money ( the membership cost 49 NZ money – in my opinion, it worth the price).

Supermarkets

the 3 top one that we use are:

The Warehouse – the best place for camping gear, they have excellent pricing.

Pac ‘N’ save – the cheapest supermart in new Zealand. They also have a membership card, and they have the own gas stations, so if you buy there and fuel, you can have lots of points on your card (look for the yellow sign).

Countdown – one of our favorite – it’s a bit expensive, but they have everything. Countdown has a membership card (under the AA group).

So you can get a discount for gas stations.

Applications & Coupon sites:

Well, there is a few you need to know:

Campermate– one of our favorite we can live without it. In this app you can where to stay , where to park your campervan. Point of interest, things like that. The application is free of charge.

Bookme – Well, if you want to save money, this app if for just for you. We found tons of discount coupons for all the main tourist attractions.

Download it to your phone and plan ahead (don’t try to order the attraction on the same day, check 3-5 days before your arrival).

Viator – another coupon website, they have outstanding customer service.

Groupon – the popular coupon website – sometimes, you can find outstanding deals there.

TOP10 – one of favorite, buy their membership cards for 49 NZ money.

With this card, you get a discount for there holidays park and for the main attraction in every area – Recommended.

We use this card almost every day.

Visa

Since the end of 2019, you should file a NezTa request for tourists.

Check if your country is on the list.

Cost 29$. the process is simple – usually, you get an answer within two weeks.

New Zealand Custom rules.

Another thing that is important to know is that you don’t allow to bring food to New Zeland (like: fruits). Also, they will check your camping and hiking gear (especially the boots) to make sure they clean. they will scan your bags so don’t try to play with them (unless you want to get a fine

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my attempt at positivity: today’s highlights 😔

#yall im so proud of myself i actually cooked today #i made spaghetti #ik thats basic af but im hype #and then yesterday i baked cookies and #i accidentally ate them all but 😔🤙🏽 i did that tho #they were .. premade tho i dont have the funds and energy to make it from scratch yet #i used to really love baking so maybe when im less poor ?#also most importantly #my friend said shed trade with me if she got baeksoo and she focking did im #so Excited !! its a ksoo photocard n the bigger one is bbh im 😫😫😫😫#oh also in celebration of today’s ts4 update i sat down and got me some male cc and made a really cute guy sim #i think i may focus on him for the stylist career and then #once get famous comes out ill make him a roommate thatll focus on the acting career #or maybe theyll just coexist in the same save file idk yet #im poor so im gonna see about those holiday deals 😬#ah and i still wanna talk about my current gameplay #and idk maybe i should make a sims blog but im not like #a consistent enough person for all that

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Monster - Chapter 6

That damned tie. An item reminiscent of your grandmother’s curtains – taupe with cascades of lavender and gold kaleidoscope patterns – was now wrapped around your neck as you struggled for breath while this shadow of a once-charming man rode you into submission.

Category: Angst/Smut/Breathplay/Voyeurism Word Count: 4,879 Group/Members: EXO/Baekhyun ft. Chanyeol

Chapter 5 | Chapter 7

“Y/N? Do you intend on joining the meeting?” a shrill voice said, causing your head to pop up in fright. It was your boss, Kris, asking if you were ready for the presentation that was – well, that had started ten minutes ago. You hastily wiped your keyboard clean of your midmorning drool before grabbing your laptop and joining him.

“I’m so sorry, sir. I-I didn’t have a great night’s sleep. I promise it’ll never happen again– “ you stammered whilst jogging down the hallway. Kris seemed unfazed by your morning nap and grinned through his teeth as he pushed you into the conference room.

After landing the contract and leaving the meeting, you walked out of the area to find Kris waiting for you around the corner. His former bright expression had been exchanged for one airing more taciturn than friendly. You knew to be suspicious of his odd behavior after he caught you sleeping on the job, but at the time, nailing that presentation was everything.

“Y/N, I appreciate the fact that you are here thirty minutes early every day and stay at least an hour past your end time, but I cannot allow such disrespect for company policies. You are a VP at this company and you need to act like it. Imagine Siwon’s assistant had walked by your office while you were busy snoozing away on company time – you wouldn’t have a job anymore,” Kris reproached, lecturing you on the importance of setting a good example for the rest of the staff. He was technically your boss, but you knew for a fact that he was only a Senior VP and was very intimidated by you. If you hadn’t started dating Baekhyun, you probably would have been his superior by now.

“Kris, I’m sorry. Like you said – in your own words – I am a diligent worker and here much more than I should be, despite the fact that I don’t get paid overtime to be here. I had one rough night that led to me dozing off for a few minutes; though, let’s not forget that I just landed us an account for $18 million. So, yeah, I’m sorry that I’m setting such a poor example for the rest of the staff. I’m sure the CEO would love to hear about the terrible work I’m doing for the company,” you rebuked, livid at the fact that he felt the need to point out the one time you made a mistake. The last weekend had shortened your temper quite a bit, and your nitpicky boss wasn’t someone with whom you wanted to deal after such an experience.

Kris stared at you incredulously – you knew it wasn’t the best reaction and that he would remember everything you had just said. Prepared to walk on eggshells for the next few months, you turned towards the direction of your office and left the conversation. Upon returning to your office, you saw a potted orchid with a note attached to the stem. You were hesitant to open the small envelope for fear of more confusion behind this illusive boyfriend of yours. Knowing curiosity would get the better of you at some point, you brashly grabbed the note and read it.

“Roses are red, violets are blue. I can’t wait ‘til tonight; to go to Chanyeol’s with you. Hope you’ve had a great start to the week! If not, hopefully this beautiful flower will brighten up your day (and your office). Meet me at Chanyeol’s tonight for dinner – I’d like to put the past behind us and move forward. -BBH”

You sighed in relief to have a note from the lighter side of Baekhyun. He always had a knack for matching flowers to your emotions, which was part of the reason you had started falling for him – his attunement to your aura was undeniably on point. Smiling a grin goofy enough for the man himself, you decided to send a quick text to Baekhyun to thank him and confirm your date.

You: “Thank you so much for the orchid, I love it! What time should I meet you at Chanyeol’s?”

BaeBae: “I only choose flowers worthy of your beauty and spirit, Jagi. What time are you off work?”

You: “I should be off sometime between 5:00 and 6:00.”

BaeBae: “7:00 it is, then. Would you like me to send you a car?”

You: “You don’t need to do that J. I can call an Uber.”

BaeBae:

“Okay… ;) I’ll see you tonight!”

You: “Can’t wait!”

Remembering that you had set up happy hour with Kay after work, you decided to see if she was available for lunch instead.

You: “Hey sorry, Baek wants to have dinner tonight – are you free for lunch?”

Kay: “OMG I have so much to tell you. But yes, let’s do lunch. And how awesome for you and Baek! Can’t wait to hear all about it. Usual time/place?”

You: “The usual. See you in 30.”

Kay was already seated by the time you got to the restaurant. It was a seedy rotisserie sushi place that the two of you frequented during your first job in Seoul, but at the time it was the only thing you could afford and since then it had become a safe haven for your friendship and your best-kept secret meeting place. You both hugged and exchanged quick greetings before she vomited her problems onto your lap.

“Seriously, Y/N, he says he doesn’t even want to get a ‘real’ job. He says he’s content working at the nightclub in Gangnam. I don’t know what to do!” she cried, utterly exasperated that her recently graduated younger brother wouldn’t get serious with his life. His name was Jongin, but she and everyone he knew called him Kai.

Her brother had just finished his degree in teaching, but was apparently more interested in working as a dancer at the most popular club in the city. You did your best to console her about his lack of direction.

“It’s probably just a phase. I mean, we all have them in our lives – at least he’s taking care of it now, while he’s young –“ you reasoned before Kay cut you off.

“Y/N, he’s two years younger than us,” she retorted crudely before continuing, “He took a year off to pursue dancing. When my parents forced him to finally return to school, I thought he’d get over this phase. Apparently, he didn’t. I want him to follow his heart, I really do, but he keeps saying that he’s going to be picked up by one of those entertainment companies. He’s completely delusional!”

You weren’t sure how to calm her – being an only child made it hard for you to empathize with her plight. It seemed like she was mainly venting, because from previous conversations you knew her parents gave ample amounts of pressure for their children to succeed – at least they did to Kay.

“Well, when do I get to meet this delusional brother of yours?” you asked, trying to break the tension. She sighed and answered, “Well, he sleeps the majority of the day because he works all night. I want you to meet him – you guys are actually really similar. I’m just not sure when… Enough about my stuff though, tell me how it’s going between you and Baek!”

Once she changed the subject, it was clear she didn’t want to bring up Kai again. You finished lunch talking about the refined and funny side of Baekhyun, only hinting that he was a little quirky in the bedroom. Kay was sure to protest of you dating him if she knew of your last encounter, and deep down, despite his cruel behavior, Baekhyun was an oddity that intrigued your very being. You weren’t about to let him go so easily.

It was 5:15 pm and you decided to catch a quick cab back home from work as opposed to walking – you wanted as much time to refresh as possible. The short ride made you think about your lunchtime chat with Kay and how her brother was persistent in following his heart. It made you wonder what your heart was telling you. Normally you were the type to forge ahead with what your instincts told you were right – but being that your instincts were comprised of your heart and your head, you didn’t know how to proceed, even though you had already given him a decision. Was that it, then? Had you followed your instincts when you told Baekhyun you were in? Hearing yourself conceal the full truth from Kay had you rethinking your choice.

You walked into your apartment to find two things: a small, rectangular box with a black bow, and the mess from the shattered vase gone. There was a note on your fridge from the cleaning lady indicating her disdain for the amount you paid her versus the things she had to clean. You quickly jotted a note onto your calendar for the following cleaning visit to leave her a tip – in your hurry to get to work on time you had forgotten that she was coming to clean when there was glass all over the floor. The more peculiar item was the gift, which also had its own note. Trying to refrain from jumping to conclusions, you opened it.

“I’d really like it if you wore this tonight. -BBH”

You were relieved to find that of all the gifts you’d received in the past six months, this one came with a mention of the sender. You quickly opened the decorated box only to be downright bewildered by the garment that peered back at you. Baekhyun had given you what looked to be a small piece of lace – it was a barely-there teddy, black with floral designs and a multitude of cutouts. Unsure whether to be embarrassed or aroused, you smirked and decided to go with the latter.

Looking in the mirror you had to stifle your laugh. After putting on the delicate item – which fit like it was custom tailored for you – it was clear that Baekhyun’s favorite part of your body were your breasts. The teddy had a bra-like top, but where the cup should have been was missing, leaving your breasts on full display; however, they were given ample support by the underwire at the base of the top portion. The midsection covered the most, leaving a sheer veil of skin peeping through the small eyelets that led down to a couple of small ties at your hipbones. The bottom portion was crotchless and assless, the fabric covering only your outer lips and working its way around your butt to meet up to the mesh on your back, holding everything together. You decided to put on a pair of kitten heels to make it seem that much more amusing, as you pretended to be a Victoria’s Secret model and posed in front of your mirror.

Before you could look for something else to wear, your doorbell rang. You ran to the door, grabbing your white trench coat to cover you. It was Baekhyun’s personal driver, ready to take you straight to Chanyeol’s house. You should have known that Baekhyun wouldn’t have let you take an Uber.

“Just give me one minute, I need to –“ you began, making your way back into your apartment to find more clothing. Baek’s driver grabbed your arm and pulled you into the hallway, refusing your polite decline.

“Mr. Byun gave me strict instructions to have you there at 7:00 pm sharp,” he commanded once by the car. He opened your door and gestured you inside. Looking at the clock, you wondered just how much time you were playing supermodel while in your new lingerie. It was 6:45 pm.

It was 7:15 by the time you arrived at Chanyeol’s apartment building – the traffic felt almost worse than normal for a Monday evening. Distracted by your tardiness, you had completely forgotten that you weren’t wearing much clothing until you had entered Chanyeol’s pad and Baekhyun was attempting to take your coat.

“Jagi, that’s okay, I’ll keep it on. I’m a little cold,” you lied in an octave higher than your normal voice. Baekhyun cocked his head, squinted his eyes, and reached his hand under your coat, his mouth turning up in the corners when he realized what you were hiding beneath it. He coyly removed his hand from your hip and brought it up to your cheek. His thumb brushed your face gently as he leaned in for a kiss. It had felt like a lifetime had passed since Baekhyun’s soft lips caressed yours. His kiss was playful and delicate, sliding in a nibble on your lips here and there. You were falling in love with Byun Baekhyun.

“Dinner’s ready,” Chanyeol interrupted, guiding you into the dining area. The table was set with three place settings; two large bowls with lids, and two bottles of wine. Baekhyun helped you into your chair while Chanyeol removed the lid from the first bowl and began serving a bright arugula salad with a vinaigrette dressing.

Dinner was silent for the first course; the only verbal communication was to ask if you needed more wine. The tension in the room was far too palpable for anyone to bear. You were dating Baekhyun – falling in love even – and yet the man hosting this dinner had been the only person in the room with whom you’d had intercourse. To make matters worse, everyone at the table knew about it. You were trying to think of something to break the ice while Chanyeol was serving the second course – an eggplant triangoli pasta with mascarpone and pesto – until you felt a warm hand creep up your thigh.

Your breath hitched as Baekhyun’s fingers found the little bit of lace around your sex. His hand prevented the closure of your thighs as he poured another glass of wine with his free hand.

“Say, Chan, isn’t your brother’s birthday approaching soon?” Baekhyun casually said as his fingers penetrated the rapidly dampening cloth. Chanyeol finished serving and sat down, looking to the ceiling as if deep in thought.

“Oh shit, you’re right. Suho’s birthday is next weekend! I’m such a nimrod, I totally forgot. I’ll probably buy him a watch this week…” Chanyeol trailed off, going deeper into thought as to what he was going to get his brother as a gift. Meanwhile, Baekhyun’s fingers had found your clit and began swiveling on it as your inner thighs became strangers and widened so they were parallel. You could feel your essence dribbling out of your core, and the maneuvers of Baekhyun’s digits left you focused on keeping as straight of a face as possible. Your body twitched involuntarily, which caught Chanyeol’s attention. From what he could tell, you looked rather sick, white-knuckling your fork in one hand and attempting to break the wine glass in the other, your eyes glued to the food on your plate.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Chanyeol asked politely. It didn’t take long for him to realize what was going on, taking a quick glance under the table to check if his suspicions were right. Baekhyun’s eyes darkened as he glared at Chanyeol, not stopping his ministrations as you began to approach your climax.

“So this is happening?” Chanyeol said to Baekhyun, staring him down. Baekhyun plunged his fingers deep into your sex, stimulating a loud moan from you. Neither of them looked in your direction, still sizing up each other.

“Yes…it is. Prepare for dessert, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun commanded, removing his touch from your body at the cusp of your release. He stood up to help Chanyeol remove the dinnerware from the table. Attempting to catch your breath and control your incited confusion, you closed your legs and avoided their gaze. You saw from your peripheral vision that Chanyeol had gone upstairs, carrying something in each hand.

“Baekhyun, what’s going on?” you asked, voice shaking from the fury growing in your body. All you could think was that they were both involved on what was about to happen, and this thought of being used not just by an arrogant fuckboy, but also by the man with whom you were falling in love sent you into overdrive. You shut your eyes and attempted to control your breathing. Baekhyun grabbed your chin, causing your eyes to brazenly reopen.

“Go upstairs and I’ll tell you. We need to have dessert,” he said, struggling between sweet and forceful. It was evident that Baekhyun was having an inner struggle as well; you just wish you knew with what. Hoping that whatever he had planned would put the past where it belonged so the two of you could move forward, you walked upstairs to the lavish bedroom of your host.

The entire second floor was Chanyeol’s bedroom. A glass barrier acted as the railing for you to look over into the kitchen from the edge of his room. The area was broken into two parts – a quaint sitting area with a coffee table and bathroom, and an area housing Chanyeol’s bed. There was a dividing wall between them, with an impressive fishtank built-in, providing light for both sides. Upstairs still boasted the floor-to-ceiling windows, but the right side with Chanyeol’s bed housed window seating. The color scheme was similar to downstairs, dark walls and floors, but the ceiling was white, making the room appear that much larger.

Chanyeol had just finished with something on the other side of the bed. Baekhyun nudged you in his direction, and you walked to the edge. Before sitting down, you noticed the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the wall opposite the foot of the king size bed. You shook your head, thinking to yourself; of course Chanyeol would have a mirror right next to his bed. Baekhyun snaked his arms under yours and began undoing the buttons on your coat. Unable to fight him, it wasn’t long before you were standing in the inch of fabric you’d received just a few hours earlier. You were quick to cover your breasts with your hands, sitting down on the bed to cover your bare bottom.

“You wanted to know what’s going on?” Baekhyun sneered, his sweet demeanor completely vacant from his tone. You looked at him, aware of his ire, and nodded.

“Somewhere along this relationship, you thought it would be a good idea to fuck my cousin. I’ve already explained to you that I’m not like other guys – if I was, I wouldn’t have continued speaking to you. I can’t fight my feelings for you, so I’ve had to think of an alternative. Punishment seems fair to me. I want to punish you to the point where you don’t even think of anyone else,” he coarsely explained before continuing, “I’ll give you one more chance. You can leave now and I’ll never insert myself into your life again, or you can stay here and face your punishment.”

What were your instincts telling you? Your heart had already made its choice, but your head kept telling you to run. You glanced at Chanyeol to see the same confliction on his face, realizing then that he wasn’t the bigger man between them – Baekhyun had always been the alpha male. I like to see you in physical pain – it gets me off. His words were echoing in your head, but your heart kept telling you that your head was wrong. You stood up from the bed and put your arms to your sides, informing Baekhyun of your choice. Chanyeol shook his head and walked to your side.

“Restrain her,” Baekhyun directed. The next thing you knew, you were laying in the center of Chanyeol’s bed, handcuffed to the modern ebony backboard and ankles tied to the sides of the bed, exposing your flexibility with an almost full split. You had no idea what was to come, but at the same time you were slightly aroused by the way you were being controlled – and your body was giving you away. Baekhyun swiped his finger on your dripping essence and tasted it. He looked at you and shook his head.

“The first thing to know about this penance is that your orgasm belongs to me – I’ll decide when you can have it. Once I feel that retribution is met, only then will you be allowed your release,” he disparaged, stepping away from your stretched body. He looked down at you with vacant eyes and then to Chanyeol, nodding at him. You felt Chanyeol wrap a textured fabric around your neck and tie it snugly.

Baekhyun hiked up his trousers to begin his crawl onto your body, stopping when his knees were level with your hips. An evil smirk possessed his boyish face, and he raised an eyebrow while reaching to the noose. Tugging on it gently to pull your torso to him, you noticed the familiarity in the grotesque fabric – Grandpa Byun’s hideous hand-me-down. That damned tie.

Baekhyun tightened the noose around your neck, restricting your air supply. He planted a firm grasp on your chin, squeezing your lips into a pucker. Turning your face to the bedside table, Baekhyun brought your attention to an array of traditional dessert items – whipped cream, honey, strawberries, and champagne.

“Can you guess what we’re having for dessert, princess?” he leered, motioning to Chanyeol to open the champagne. Baekhyun stood up on the bed, hovering over you and not letting go of your leash. Chanyeol handed him a glass of the bubbly liquid, and he readjusted his grip on your neck tether, pulling your body higher and forcing your face to the ceiling. Chanyeol shook the can of whipped cream and smirked.

“We’re having you. Cheers,” Baekhyun belittled, pouring the champagne onto your open mouth and face. The fizzy liquid trickled down your neck to your perked nipples; a slick sheen agleam on your chest as it rose and fell with each of your fragmented breaths. Baekhyun released his hold on the necktie, allowing your body to fall back to the Egyptian cotton. He hopped off the bed, poured himself a glass and downed it in one fell swoop.

The burden of the snare was manageable when out of Baekhyun’s hand. Turning to him, you watched as he bit into the engorged fruit, wiping his lips with a delicate finger. His sensuality was overpowering your senses, teasing you – before you knew it your bottom lip was trapped between your teeth and you were gyrating slow body rolls, imagining your sweet cunt was the object of his mastication. He noticed your movements and reached a juicy digit to your lips; your tongue tickled the tip till your puckered lips closed around it and you worked them to the base. Baekhyun merely smirked at your need, his wry grin transforming into a malicious smile as the feeling of Chanyeol’s cold tongue met your folds, interrupting your delusion.

“You want me to fuck you…don’t you, princess?” Baekhyun hissed, watching Chanyeol burrow his face into your sex, his head disappearing between your legs.

“I’ve wanted that for – fuck – for so long, Baek,” you replied, fighting the building knot in your core. Chanyeol had never eaten you out like this before – he was aggressive with his teeth, sucking viciously on your lips and clit. The titillations of his excitable licks were spurring your climax’s early arrival. You weren’t sure what would happen if you came if Baekhyun hadn’t allowed it, but you were certain you didn’t want to find out – you closed your eyes and tried to focus on anything de-stimulating.

“Y/N, look at me,” Baekhyun bellicosely commanded, the fire in his eyes burning through you. “First – you need to make up for your transgressions. If you want me to fuck you, I have three conditions.”

He paused, watching your body twitch in silence. Chanyeol’s tongue had worked magic on your body and Houdinied itself to the tenderest of areas, causing your body to surrender to your release. Staring down Baekhyun, you refused to make a single sound. Your tortured gaze instigated a shift in his energy – his wrath was subsiding. Tears began to well in your eyes, the blind stubbornness of your quandary refusing to give in to the pleasure waves flowing through your body. Baekhyun’s features softened before he spoke again.

“First condition – until I state otherwise, you are to refer to me as ‘sir’ or ‘daddy’ from this moment on. If I so much as hear you say my name or any version of it, I will continue this wretched game until you say mercy. Second condition – which I had stated earlier – you are not permitted to orgasm without my consent.”

He lingered on his last statement, turning his head to glower at himself in the mirror. Baekhyun didn’t shift his position, even as Chanyeol walked past him to grab a glass of champagne. The inner monologue was almost loud enough to hear – Baekhyun was conflicted. Minutes passed and Baekhyun’s eyes were still glued to his reflection. Chanyeol was getting impatient.

“Baek, what the fuck? You said this was going to happen, so let’s get your fucked-up revenge going so I can shower and go to bed,” he bellowed, interrupting Baekhyun’s staring contest. Baekhyun turned his head towards Chanyeol eerily slow; his eyes following only after his face had reached its destination. His energy resembled a vacuum – sucking any and all emotion from the room as his death glare visually shook Chanyeol.

“Then consider it over and done with. I’m going to borrow your condo for the night – the keys to my place are on your counter. Leave us,” he barked, leaving no room for argument. Chanyeol, like a dog with his tail between his legs, sauntered downstairs. The only sounds you heard before he took his leave were those of jingling keys and the chime of the elevator. The thick silence deafened the room. Baekhyun walked to the foot of the bed and took in your exposed position. He sighed deeply and began removing his shirt.

“My third condition…” he started, pulling off his burgundy silk button-up one arm at a time, revealing his perfect abdomen. This was the first time you had actually seen him shirtless – he was a paragon of the male species.

“Even though you’ve already broken my first two conditions…” he continued, unbuckling his Tom Ford belt and haphazardly tossing it to the floor. His pants were next to be purged from his body; he slid them down to unveil the Calvin Klein boxer-briefs hugging his permeating bulge. Your heartbeat quickened with each eradicated garment.

“Just meet my third condition, and I’ll fuck you until you’re numb,” he finished, palming his growing girth through the black fabric. Baekhyun looked desolate as his eyes met yours, his confliction defeated by his anguish. In that moment, your guilt overcame your emotions. Baekhyun may have had his fare share of problems, but he didn’t deserve the things you had done to him. You were falling for this baffling man, and the only thing you wanted was for him to know it.

“I don’t want you to fuck me, Baekhyun,” you retorted, queuing the bewilderment in his expression before you continued, “I want you to make love to me.”

In an instant, Baekhyun was on top of you, his lips melded to yours in a deeply passionate kiss. You didn’t know if the hot tears belonged to you or him, but it didn’t matter. His hands traced over your wanton body, memorizing every curve. Somehow his last surviving clothing item had absolved itself from his body, since you felt the tip of his throbbing member trace your entrance.

His hands clasped themselves onto your nipped knockers, squeezing tightly as his firm length grazed your walls, letting you adjust to his size before he began his assertive thrusts into your sex. Your heat was intoxicating Baekhyun’s carnal nature as his hands found the latent tie once more. He pulled tight, bringing your torso close to his; adjusting the rein in one hand and securing the other firmly around your neck, he pumped his hips faster against your dripping core, slamming into you with each inward motion.

His fingers dug into the delicate skin of your neck, bordering the line of pain and pleasure auspiciously. When your breathing slowed, his pressure loosened, mixing the light headed feeling with the vibrations of gratification through your body. Every time you thought you were going to lose consciousness, a jolt of pleasure reanimated your frame. Incoherent combinations of moans, mewls, and rattles emanated from your existence while Baekhyun’s tactical cock ruined any former experience of release. You came not once, not twice, but three times under his control before he let his orgasm fill you.

Before collapsing onto your bosoms, Baekhyun freed your hands from the cuffs. As you caught your breath, he rested his head on your bare chest, listening to your heartbeat. You ran your fingers through his raven hair, ignoring the last call for sleep.

“Y/N, I love you,” he whispered before surrendering to the facets of sleep. A weak smile brightened your expression as you held him tight and joined him in the dream world.

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