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world0fmadness · 4 months ago

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BLOODLUST

tomas “ samoth ” haugen x reader

♡ nsfw alphabet for samoth!

୨୧ why are black metal men so handsome? can someone explain that to me, pretty please with my GG cherries on top? <3

♡ related hc available here | view my metal masterlist here

reading music recommendations: thy eternal flame by funeral winds - black metal by venom

* 18 + content, please do not read if you’re a minor *

a = aftercare ( what they’re like after sex )

♡ similar to faust, samoth is really attentive when it comes to aftercare! especially because he can be quite rough

୨୧ right after he pulls out, he lays down next to you and gently traces any bruises forming on your body, asking if you need anything or want any ibuprofen before going to get you some if you do!

b = body part ( their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s )

♡ he absolutely loves your tits, i’m sorry… he just cannot get over them, especially if they’re on the bigger side… he loves watching them softly bounce as he thrusts into you! its a guarantee they’ll be covered in bite marks and hickeys after fucking samoth

୨୧ he likes his hands! they’re much bigger than yours and he loves how they look gripping your tits

c = cum ( anything to do with cum, basically )

♡ similar to faust, samoth likes to cum on you! almost always shooting his cum on your tits and watching as it drips down…

୨୧ but due to him being an exhibitionist and you guys having a lot of public sex, he can’t always cum on you so he does the next best thing and cums in you! usually always taking your underwear, if you’re even wearing any, and making you walk with his cum slowly making it’s way out of your cunt and down your legs

d = dirty secret ( a dirty secret of theirs )

♡ i can’t really see him having many secrets at all, let alone dirty ones! he’s super open with you about things

୨୧ but if i had to say anything one would probably be that when he first met you, he got a major boner from just staring at your tits as they bounced when you walked towards him and had to go jack off in the bathroom, imagining how his cock would feel between your tits

e = experience ( how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing? )

♡ he’s probably the most experienced of all the emperor members just due to him being the most confident and outgoing

୨୧ he’s not a sex god but he’s definitely had a couple hook ups and knows the basics of what he likes and doesn’t like

f = favourite position ( this goes without saying )

♡ to be honest, he’s just a big fan of missionary!

୨୧ it’s the easiest position for you guys to do when you’re in public, he’s able to get as deep as he possibly can and he has an amazing view of your tits

g = goofy ( are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? )

♡ he’s very serious during sex, he doesn’t really make jokes at all! the rare times he even laughs is usually when degrading you, just chucking before he calls you a desperate whore as you moan under him

୨୧ the only other time i could see him being more humorous during sex is when you’re both half drunk! he’d probably just let out some breathy chuckles as he’s getting undressed

h = hair ( how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? )

♡ samoth is very well groomed! he takes a lot of pride in his looks and hygiene

୨୧ he’s not completely shaved but he’s shaved enough so that it never irritates you when sucking him off or whatever!

i = intimacy ( how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect )

♡ he’s not super romantic… he likes degrading you and talking down to you! calling you his desperate little whore, holding his revolver to your head and so on

୨୧ the only times he’s ever really romantic is on your guys’ anniversaries when the sex is softer and instead of calling you filthy names, he’s telling you how much he loves you and how beautiful you are

j = jack off ( masturbation headcanon )

♡ eh, he’s kind of uncaring towards jacking off! he thinks it’s fine, he’ll do it if he has to but doesn’t think there’s anything that special about it

୨୧ on the rare times you’re not with him and he wants to get off, he’ll jack off whilst imagining you and looking at nude pictures you’d taken for him

k = kink ( one or more of their kinks )

♡ i expand on his kinks a lot in kinky business but i’ll put them here without the expansion

୨୧ gunplay, exhibitionism and bondage

l = location ( favorite places to do the do )

♡ he absolutely loves fucking you in public! he gets off on the risk, seeing people pass you two as you struggle to keep your moans in, some of them very clearly knowing what you two are doing

୨୧ you guys have sex in cemeteries a lot! mainly at night because then he can fully strip you with a lot less worry about other people seeing his girl fully naked… seeing your tits bathed in the moonlight glow and surrounded by death is one of his absolute favourite sights

m = motivation ( what turns them on, gets them going )

♡ he’s not super easy to get turned on, just sitting on his lap or making gestures towards him won’t phase him at all… he’s very strong headed

୨୧ but anything to do with your tits? that’s when he crumbles! you’re sitting on his lap in a bar and move his hand under your shirt and up towards your tit? yeah, his facade falls so fast and he’s dragging you off to an alley or something

n = no ( something they wouldn’t do, turn offs )

♡ he’d never share you, never ever!

୨୧ he might like public sex and the thrill of other people seeing you two getting down and dirty but no way would he ever let anyone else feel your cunt wrapped around them… so watching is fine but laying a hand on you? no way

o = oral ( preference in giving or receiving, skill )

♡ he prefers getting sucked off by you than eating you out…

୨୧ he’d never say no to eating you out if you asked, he just doesn’t think he’s that great at it when he absolutely is

p = pace ( are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? )

♡ sex at home? his thrusts are slow and rough but so damn deep! he nearly pulls all the way out of you every time, slowly dragging his cock back out of your walls with only his tip remaining inside of you before slamming back in

୨୧ but when it comes to quickies and public sex? he’s so fast, jutting his hips into you at lighting speed whilst your heels dig into his back

q = quickie ( their opinions on quickies, how often )

♡ he loves quickies! he’ll bend you over and take you anytime he wants

୨୧ it’s either bending you over or sitting you up somewhere, throwing your legs over his shoulders and dragging your shirt up to see your tits as he pounds into you

r = risk ( are they game to experiment? do they take risks? )

♡ oh he’s all for takings risks! he’s very overly confident and convincing, he couldn’t give a shit about consequences

୨୧ it’s the same with experimenting, he’ll always be trying new stuff with you as long as you agree! new kinks, positions, locations and so on

s = stamina ( how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last? )

♡ he’s got quite a bit of stamina! more than enough to thoroughly please you anyways

୨୧ you guys usually go for two or three rounds, lasting half and hour or an hour each but if you wanted more he’d definitely give it to you

t = toys ( do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves? )

♡ does his revolver count as a toy? i think it does

୨୧ he absolutely loves using his revolver on you… wether it be teasing you with it by dragging the cold steel across your nipples or actually fucking you with it, pushing the barrel in and out of your cunt as the steel glistens with your juices

u = unfair ( how much they like to tease )

♡ it’s rare that he ever teases you, he doesn’t enjoy being teased himself and finds it to just be a drag

୨୧ the only way he really teases you is by joke teasing, like when you’re fucking in public and he whispers in your ear about a guy who’s been looking at you two for the past minute, teasingly asking you if you think that guy could give you as much pleasure as he is right now

v = volume ( how loud they are, what sounds they make )

♡ when you’re doing public sex, he’s much quieter… just letting out pants and groans into your ear with the occasional whispered word of degradation

୨୧ but when you’re in the comfort of your shared apartment, he’s so much louder! practically yelling filthy names towards you and his deep groans ring out through the walls

w = wild card ( a random headcanon for the person )

♡ one night, he managed to convince you to break into a church with you and have raw sex right on top of the alter… you didn’t just have one round though, oh no! he was going to make the most of it and you guys desecrated practically everything holy in there by fucking on it

୨୧ was it some of the best sex you’ve ever had? yes! would you do it again with him? absolutely

x = x-ray ( let’s see what’s going on under those clothes )

♡ i just know this man has a big cock, i just know it… i’m saying 8.5 inches, he just comes off as someone that has a big cock to me, i don’t know how to explain it

୨୧ it’s pretty girthy and it has a killer vein on the underside

y = yearning ( how high is their sex drive? )

♡ his sex drive is very hot and cold! sometimes it’s really high and other times it’s just super average

୨୧ it’s much higher when he has a concert coming up due to the excitement and more average on days where not much is happening due to you guys just relaxing together

z = zzz ( how quickly they fall asleep afterwards )

♡ he’s not super sleepy after sex, especially because you guys have so much public sex! you guys usually just go about your day as usual after fucking

୨୧ the only time he falls asleep after sex is when it’s end of the day or night sex, when he’s been doing stuff all day and sex is the last event so to speak… he only falls asleep once he knows you’re taken care of too

#tomas haugen x reader #samoth x reader #emperor x reader #emperor headcanons #alphabet

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fauslayer · 1 year ago

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10 16 17 for gg? Listen I’m trying so hard not to just say the whole list for gg.

10. worst part of fanon

i dont think i can answer this healthily at length so im going to give a short cut. a lot of people do not like engaging narratively with fighting games. i can kind of understand this. capcom bungled a lot of street fighter and mortal kombat is a whole situation im not touching and those being what is essentially the Big Two of fighting games that your average joe on the street will know has probably done some irreparable damage to people being willing to read.

i will give my generic People Should Be Nicer to Faust remark because im mostly in his neck of the woods. but i think people should put more care towards most people in the roster when it comes to not reducing them to either a fandom archetype or a trope based around their gameplay archetype/the kinds of people that are perceived as "[x] players".

16. you can’t understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

there are a lot of minor characterization problems in the world and due to my memory i have a hard time actually remembering which ones i dislike because i try not to think about them unless confronted with them ykwim.

unfortunately the first thing that popped into my head is: i understood sinbed back in the day when it was xrd and like 1 person with a brain was pioneering it with love but nobody that has got into it since strive dropped has been able to read.

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

fauslayer. Sorry for being the guy that goes "there should be more of my rarepair smiles" i fuckgng (head in hands) Oh no

im always just campaigning for faust stuff in general though because theres something a little ill in my brain. did you guys read jack-in-the-box. that fic was awesome.

#guilty gear #asks

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unhingedfemmecontent · 10 months ago

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guys i love my dad so much i’m genuinely crying.

he got sober overnight so he wouldn’t lose me in my sister.

he fought a horrible custody battle so many sleepless nights and so much money.

he learned about girls cloths so we never had to go shopping alone (this man has the same t shirts and jeans in just like 50 pairs)

he is always the last person he takes care of.

he will miss anything in the world if i need him.

he had this crazy successful career that he worked his life off for and imitated put it on pause so he could take my sister and i to school every morning and go to every game.

he went from being a working dad with a stay at home wife to a full time single dad overnight and never thought twice about it.

he brought my stuff to his room including all my blankets when i was really struggling with suicide so he could make sure he could watch me.

he supposed me with a weighted blanket because ONE TIME i held one in my therapist office and said it was nice.

he never made me feel like a problem for having sensory issues and always listens.

he’s a sponsor and helps other people get sober

he will watch real housewives with me even when it makes him want to cut his ears off because it means we get to spend time together.

i never had to worry about his reaction to me coming out because he spent my whole childhood telling me he would love me no matter what.

MY 65 YEAR OLD streight father practiced using they/them pronouns because he never wanted to make my sisters friend feel bad. (even when he didn’t really understand at the start)

when my sisters friends parents where struggling with their son coming out my dad sat them down and said “listen if you love your kid you are going to learn how to be nothing but supportive because you have a really really good kid and that’s something to be proud of no matter who they are or who they love.”

when i cried moving into college because i felt alone he said “gg i promise you aren’t alone because wherever you are i will pick you up no questions asked”

i’m so sorry if you had a bad dad my dad will adopt you

#i love my dad #wholesome #sorry this is so sappy

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karkallicious · 2 years ago

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Homestuck as random bullshit I've said EB: someone's gotta tell betty crocker to lay off the cocaine.

EB: i’ve seen michael cera more times than i’d like to today.

EB: i'm sure ben stiller is a decent guy irl but if given the choice between being shot or watching all of his movies i'd ask about the bullet caliber.

TT: Women only want me for my skills in the occult and not my great personality or awesome ass...

TT: That sounds like an issue you should take up with Freud.

TT: But when someone add's apostrophe's to any word that end's with s? You went out of your way to add those. Ignoring your spell check screaming and crying. A tear rolling down the cheek of your elementary school teachers.

TT: Sometimes I'll see an incredibly minor typo and have to resist the urge to be the most pedantic person known to humanity.

TT: This is eldritch horror fucker discrimination.

TG: you dont just take someones obama prism away man

TG: i draw the line at rapping muppets dude

(when questioned as to why $100 was spent on a sword) TG: uh. well. it's a sword.

TG: well it doesnt sound as hilarious to review dildos and say "this one is sans" when you guys are this unenthusiastic

TG: if i ever die play caramelldansen at my funeral TG: theres no sentimental reason or anything TG: i just want to completely throw off the vibes

GG: i’m on board with men in maid dresses regardless of furry status coward

GG: home alone so things are getting pretty wild (talking to a cactus)

GG: local bitch takes "worst nap ever" wakes up several hours later sweaty and somehow more tired

(extreme cold warning in effect, active blizzard outside, sent at 7:18 pm) GG: my grandpa and i are going to dairy queen just for the hell of it

GG: I was gonna get shit done today, so I made a pie.

GG: The only explanation I had for my impromptu dessert making was “This is how I deal with stress...”

GG: Getting genuinely invested in the Cookie Clicker stock market.

TT: (watches toddler trip and fall) skill issue

TT: I frankly think it's a tragedy disney hasn't remade more movies but with muppets.

TT: They're just like "yeah okay dark lord with a robot army we all know you have a ponysona"

TT: I don't make a habit of looking at US political figure anime boy mpreg.

(while holding a katana and talking to a poster) TT: Do you think I make too many impulse purchases, Hatsune Miku?

TG: if not meant to claw grip kitty head why kitty head so holdable

TG: "it's a bad omen when a black cat crosses your path" incorrect, my day has just been significantly improved by seeing a kitty

(on fruitcake) TG: listen you have to pour alcohol into that shit until too many pieces could have you stumbling. great grandma knew how to party

GT: My amusing mugs have had the side effect that today my grandma asked me if she should go full goblin mode or if I wanted to.

GT: You don’t ask questions when a game makes the bold decision to sexualize a t-rex.

GT: Thinking about the time we played a murder mystery game as a family and I got way too into character as a victorian era author.

GT: I'm still disappointed about the time my zoo camp didn't get to watch the tigers being fed because like 15 tornadoes were headed towards us.

GT: Hey lads I just almost accidentally blinded myself.

AA: i love ritualpastas. i like to figure out at what point i would fail and probably get my skin turned into a throw rug or smth

AA: (skelet0n v0ice) hey bitches

AA: oh i have demons in me now thats fun

AA: d0 gh0sts c0unt as pe0ple?

AA: there would be teeth scattering like a fucked up sprinkler

AT: tHIS ISN'T ABOUT PORN ANYMORE IT'S ABOUT MAKING MORE POKEMON COMPETITIVELY VIABLE

AT: i’D LIKE TO THINK I’M NOT OVERLY EMOTIONAL BUT JUST NOW I ALMOST CRIED BECAUSE I REMEMBERED THE SOUND PORCUPINES MAKE AND I REALLY WANT TO HUG ONE BUT DUE TO THE NATURE OF PORCUPINES I CANNOT

AT: i CAN FAINTLY HEAR A CHICKEN IN MY NEIGHBORS’S YARD,,, wHAT

AT: i JUST SPILLED HOT COFFEE ON MYSELF AND APOLOGIZED TO THE BARISTA PROFUSELY

TA: my neme2ii2, biilly bob rockafiire. iit wa2 dark iin there.

TA: (dub2tep play2 a2 ii collap2e on the floor)

TA: ii don't thiink ii've giiven a fuck iin 2everal year2

TA: at thii2 poiint ii’m a2kiing the computer iif iit want2 a blood 2acriifiice

CG: *PEOPLE ARE IDIOTS AND IM NOT ALLOWED TO SAY THAT IN NINTENDO GAMES WHICH I PLAY DUE TO THEIR MORE CALM NATURE*

CG: IMAGINE THE MOST LOUD, DISAPPOINTED, DEFEATED SIGH YOU CAN. ON MY BEHALF.

CG: I WILL FUCK MYSELF OUT OF SPITE. IT WILL BE AN ENDLESS FEEDBACK LOOP, AN INFINITE ENERGY SOURCE, OF SPITE AND SELF FUCKING

CG: "THAT'S A PROBLEM FOR FUTURE ME," I SAY, FORGETTING THAT NOW FUTURE ME HAS TO DEAL WITH THE PROBLEM

CG: UGH THIS PLACE IS FULL OF PEOPLE AND THEYRE ALL STUPID AND I HAVE NO ONE TO VOICE MY GRIEVANCES TO OUTSIDE OF THE INTERNET.

AC: :33 < you meow in theory catgirls would probably eat anything smaller than them based on actual cat behaviours

AC: :33 < i at one point went out in public with homemade cat ears and a tail and tbh it wasn’t that bad. like sure people might judge but it turns out being cringe is being fr33

AC: :33 < *bap bap bap bap bap*

AC: :33 < i just wanted to try something but discovered the owo extension was twagically wemowoved. a woss fur evewybody

AC: :33 < today i said "you will be exiled for your baby crimes" because my cat was messing with my sketchbook

GA: If You Wouldnt Fuck A Vampire Minimum Youre A Coward

GA: I Use Amazon The Least I Can Out Of Spite That They Took Away My Favorite Fabric Store

GA: My Aesthetic Is Vampire Aligned Not Ghost Aligned I Dont Wear White

GA: I Am Going To Forcefeed You An Entire Fucking Dictionary

GC: 1 DON'T CONDON3 CR1M3S GUYS. UNL3SS TH3Y'R3 FUNNY

GC: TH3 ONLY V4L1D CH4NG1NG LOGO TO R41NBOW FL4G TH1NG 1S WH3N TH3 SCP FOUND4T1ON DO3S 1T

GC: 1T’S TH31R F4ULT TH3Y COULDN’T H4NDL3 B31NG D3C4P1T4T3D OFF1C3R >:]

GC: DON'T D13 DUD3 TH4T WOULD B3 D3C1D3DLY UNG4M3RL1K3 OF YOU

AG: remem8er kids: no matter how 8ad things get, at least you’re not the middle dude in a human centipede. pro8a8ly.

AG: spider furries: “88w88 what’s this?”

AG: may god have mercy on your 8ones because I won’t

(about a ripped cat plushie) CT: D --> we can rebuild him. we have the technology.

CT: D --> why must being cool come at the cost of being really sweaty

CT: D --> that's a horse... with an ass on both ends...

TC: WhY wOuLd YoU bUy *ShRoOmS* oN *eTsY*

TC: SoRrY wRoNg PoSt I wAs TrYiNg To ShArE cLoWn MiLkInG

TC: “AnY lAsT wOrDs, PuNk?” “HoNk”

TC: I hAvE aCtUaLlY eAtEn LeMoN sLiCeS aT rEsTaUrAnTs As ThE wAiTeR wAtChEs In HoRrOr

CA: i wwas nevver invvited to any high school parties. they might havve happened. i just wwas not invvited

(about invasive fish coming onto land) CA: i knoww this is an envvironmental hazard and all but let’s face it it’s a little funny

CA: i havve an spqr hat and i lovve it but also don't wwant people coming up to me like "you knoww wwhat the romans did right" like if i did not knoww a god damn thing about roman history i wwould not be wwearing the hat

CA: i'm a slut in theory. in practice i am not vvery good at it.

CA: anyone wwho thinks i'm insufferable for acknowwledging that i'm not unattractivve is ignoring all the other perfectly vvalid reasons i'm insufferable.

CC: one time I managed to make ocean puns back and fort)( wit)( a friend for like an )(our and I t)(ink our friend w)(o was also in t)(e car actually contemplated krilling us

CC: starfis)(... are mermaid nipple clamps

(Sends picture of a horde of goldfish) CC: my entourage

#homestuck #incorrect homestuck quotes

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steppedladder · 3 years ago

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a friendly match

[Technoblade shifts carefully on his feet. He’d never admit it, but the “disguise” Skeppy gifted to him threw off his sense of balance, to the point that he had to reteach himself how to fight with an unfamiliar weapon. He’s not the most maneuverable in the orchard his opponent forced him into, either, the stony ground and low, apple-burdened branches a bad fit for his build. In any case, he can’t afford to lose focus now.

Banter’s not off the table, though. Technoblade pitches his voice into the trees, where his opponent hides (coward), voicing a few of his thoughts. “I feel like we know each other from somewhere, yeah. Though I feel like I’d recognize a slippery guy like you at Hypixel.” He turns slowly, keeping his back to one of the old orchard’s trees, trying to pinpoint the sound of a bow drawing.

TapL’s reply jingles downward. “I’m a bit of an UHC guy myself!” he says, and Technoblade hears his bow relax from the complete opposite direction. No fair. “I’ve won my fair share of tournaments too!” TapL adds, cheekily.

The voice came from behind Technoblade this time. Gee, he thinks. I wonder how.

Wait. Would this mean... “So one of the Hypixel gods picked you out for a quest?” Technoblade asks.

“Well...” TapL says. The rustling branches stop, as if he’s embarrassed. “Not that many have actually contacted me.”

“What?! Why?” With the number of Hypixel gods there are, winning a tournament is practically a guarantee that someone will take notice of you. If that’s not the case...

TapL’s voice pitches back up, crystal clear, from somewhere behind him. “Oh, don’t worry!” he assures, and Technoblade leaps back to avoid TapL’s trajectory as he suddenly leaps down from the canopy. “It’s not as bad as it seems!” Technoblade gets a brief glimpse of a roiling mass of colors and forms that makes his head spin, then barely manages to block a sword strike, diamond against enchanted diamond, because the figure who leapt down from the trees isn’t TapL. It’s himself.

His double — who Technoblade now realizes, glancing at his glittering golden earrings, must be TapL — disengages with a graceful leap back, balancing with Technoblade’s long limbs as if he’s had them his whole life. TapL rests his copied sword, plain diamond, on his palm, and raises his eyebrows. “Cool, right?”

Technoblade tunes out TapL’s commentary (“Oh wow your eyesight is terrible”) and shifts his grip on his sword. This kind of power... “Anyone?”

“Anyone!” TapL confirms cheerfully, earrings glittering as he twirls his copied sword by the handle. It seems lighter than it should be. “Well, except gods,” he stipulates, the mess of colors and shapes engulfing his body as he returns to his typical form.

Technoblade recovers from his shock with a huff. “Lame,” he says, moving into a ready stance.

“And that fancy sword of yours, incidentally,” TapL adds, hurrying to dodge Technoblade’s sword strike — “Congrats, by the way!” — and catch the hilt in the crook of his knife. In a single movement, he disarms Technoblade and throws a weakness potion at his head.

Technoblade covers his mouth too late, and the potion’s effects set in almost immediately. “Ugh,” he says, over the wave of artificial fatigue. “What for?”

“Why,” TapL says sweetly, diamond knife at Technoblade’s throat. “the Quest, of course!”

(hot tears and a shadowy figure, brilliant flames consuming everything of his except the clothes on his back)

Technoblade shivers. The potion must be getting to him, he thinks, staring down the dully shining blade.

He slumps in defeat. “Aw, what the heck,” he says. TapL radiates smugness.

“Heh. 10 to 8!” he crows, allowing Technoblade back into a sitting position as he twirls his blade.

“GG, GG.” Technoblade’s head spins, so he takes off his glasses to rub at his eyes. “Urgh. Got any milk?”

“Sure.” TapL hands him a flask. Tusks become inconvenient when drinking from a typical mouthpiece, and Technoblade awkwardly tries not to spill anything. A few drops run down his chin anyway. Oops.

TapL’s voice drifts, weirdly flat, from somewhere to his left. “‘s a real nice sword.”

“Yeah?” Technoblade coughs. He drank too fast. “Thanks.”

Back turned to Techno, TapL’s grip on the hilt of the sword trembles.

(After their match, TapL gets an idea. “Y’know, I could probably teach you...”

Hmm. Needs salt, Philza thinks to himself. It’s Will’s turn to cook dinner, and he tends to under-season. Philza turns toward the fire. “Hey Will, can y-”

Philza chokes and nearly spills his food down his shirt as three Wilburs, all tending to the pot, look up in unison. “Yes?” they chime, and Philza’s soul leaves his body.) fin. ]

#tapl #technoblade #a modest renaissance #ph1lza #wilbur soot #happy new years everyone! this is my present #the description is a little long this time because i had to fit six months worth of thoughts about this comic in it

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years ago

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bb / gg, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook is the lead singer in a rock band and failed his Biology class last semester, so he has to take remedial classes over the summer. You're the Biology TA, double major in Psychology and Biology, watching him freak out over his make-up exam because he had overslept. Both of you are surrounded by rumors. Does the title stand for bad boy / good girl or bad bitch / good guy? Who knows.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; not the healthiest dynamic tbh; slight angst due to perceived unrequited love; smut (fem reader, D/s dynamics, begging, scratching / marking, choking, handjob (he is still wearing underwear), multiple orgasms, cowgirl, hair pulling, edging / orgasm denial, cock ring usage, m-masturbation, cum-eating); non-idol!BTS – rock singer, sub!Jungkook x studious, dom!reader

yes, it's SOWOOZOO JK, both the first yellow tropical look and the shredded black shirt look; for those who wanted him to be dom!JK, there is a moment when he is but not in the way you think because that's how I operate

Jeon Jungkook was a bad boy.

Wore too much black, dyed his hair too much, had tattoos, always had girls hanging around him. Sang in a rock band on the weekends, played electric guitar, played the game of how-many-numbers-can-I-get tonight? Never gave a girl his leather jacket to wear but was happy to buy her a drink and flirt with her until she got hot with arousal.

You were a good girl.

Always wore a blazer. Crisp white dress shirt and pleated skirt underneath, usually in a dark color. Sensible heels, but always heels. Did too many units a semester because you were double majoring in psychology and biology. Always arrived to class early, always turned in your assignments on time, always turned in your tests early and aced that shit. Took physics with calculus even though you didn’t have to because it was the harder one and you wanted a challenge.

Against the wall, shoving a fist into the neck, lips to lips, teeth snapping, hand travelling down, whimpering pleas and harsh growls, keep crying, I like it, ecstasy and pain, nails to skin. Tearing clothes off, biting, marking, I own you, and then, yes, you do, mouth and tongue, aching pleasure, cocked eyebrow, mocking the pathetic whines and cries, stopping right before the end, no, please, I’ve been good, and, you take what you get, hand fitting onto the neck, squeezing the sides, eyes rolling back, skin to skin, bruising slaps that would be seen tomorrow in the mirror, traced with shaking fingers and pants of an open mouth, moaning at the memory of sky-high pleasure while lightheaded and thoughtless, desperate to do it again.

There was a rumor.

Everyone liked Jeon Jungkook. He had two smiles, an endearing one and a teasing one. Both encapsulated the kind of person he was, honest and playful. He always sang with conviction, he rapped with savagery, and his lyrics were always from the heart. He always hung out with his bandmates after their performances at bars and interacted with those that came up to him. No one ever said Jungkook was mean or rude in any way.

And yet.

There was a rumor.

A rumor that Jeon Jungkook was taken.

He was the kind of guy that always made sure a drunk girl got home safe even though he didn’t know them. Paid for their taxi and everything. He focused a lot on his music and writing lyrics he thought would connect with others while taking into account his band members. He always told the truth if a girl confessed to him, saying he wasn’t looking right now, that he was very sorry if she thought otherwise, that there was someone he was already interested in.

“Oi.”

You slammed a hand onto the tabletop and Jeon Jungkook jumped, the shredded black shirt he was wearing falling down his shoulder, revealing his ink black tattoos on his tan skin. He was wearing a black tank top underneath.

“What’s with you? You missed the exam for your remedial class and you’ve spent the past ten minutes spacing out at your make-up exam,” you barked, pointing to his empty exam sheet. “You haven’t even filled out you name.”

Jungkook swallowed hard. “S… Sorry.”

You frowned. Why was he apologizing to you? Honestly, why did you sign up for this summer TA position again? Oh, right, money and credits. Hmph. It was really just an excuse for the professor to slack off while you did the tedious things like grading and watching over idiots that skipped class. Sorry, overslept. Hung over, probably, since this was the Jeon Jungkook. Rockstar, hottie, famous in his own way.

Whatever.

He could be Jesus Christ and you would still be scolding him for missing his remedial Biology exam.

“Fill out your name so at least I can fail you properly.”

Not that it mattered, since you knew who he was. He didn’t know you knew who he was, and you had zero incentive to inform him that you were indeed aware of the existence of black-haired, tattooed, chiseled-jaw, sparkly-eyed Jeon Jungkook, all due to the constant snide remarks that followed you in your wake.

You wouldn’t be such a bitch if a guy like Jeon Jungkook put you in your place.

Who the fuck was Jeon Jungkook?

This guy, this weirdo about to fail his fucking Biology exam in front of your face.

Impatiently, you rolled up the sleeves of your gray blazer and grabbed a chair, dragging it up to the table. You snapped the chair down and sat in it, smoothing your skirt. You liked to be neat. Even though university didn’t have a uniform, you liked to keep some sort of uniform for yourself. There was a sense of security in knowing you didn’t have to select an outfit every morning. Today, white dress shirt, gray blazer, pleated black skirt that hit slightly higher than mid-thigh. Every other outfit was some variation of this and, in the winter, you wore thick stockings.

You clicked your heels together under the table sharply.

He flinched at the sound.

Jungkook wasn’t looking at you. He was mumbling at his paper.

“I… I think I studied the wrong chapters…”

You clicked your tongue. Jeez.

His hand was shaking so bad that his pen was practically vibrating. You leaned over the table, grabbing his fist to still it.

“Stop.”

Your bare knees hit his bare knees, mostly because he was wearing black jeans with giant holes in them. Jungkook froze, head snapping up, silver earrings jangling, black hair flying, undercut visible for a second.

“You want to pass this class or what?”

He nodded quickly in response.

“Good. I want to get out of here. Keep your mouth shut. Answer to the first question is A.”

His eyes widened.

“Are you… helping me cheat?” he whispered, terrified.

You cocked your head, letting go of his hand. “You said you studied the wrong chapters. I’m not spending forty-five minutes of my life to watch you panic and then ten minutes more failing you,” you replied lowly, dangerous edge to your voice.

“I… couldn’t… I mean…”

You shoved his knees open with yours, narrowing your eyes as he yelped, pleading look in those brown doe eyes. You pressed your knees on the inside of his thighs, keeping them open.

“Answer to the second question is C.”

When Jungkook didn’t move, you reached over and cupped his chin. Felt his racing heartbeat pounding through his veins, coursing through your fingertips. Stared deep into those eyes, lowering the octave of your voice, keeping his thighs spread for you under the table.

“Listen to me,” you murmured softly. “Okay, Jungkook?”

“O… Okay…”

And he did.

There was a rumor.

Nobody liked you. Maybe it was because of your high scores ruining the class test average. Maybe it was the dismissive way you spoke to people, almost demeaning. Most likely it was a combination of the two. Students talked behind your back all the time, spreading rumors. Friends? What friends? You had an average of twenty class credits a semester. You didn’t have time to make friends. And besides, why try to make friends when clearly nobody wanted to be your friend?

And yet.

There was a rumor.

You ignored such things. You didn’t need such distractions.

“It would be too suspicious if you got full marks. This score is high enough.”

“O… Okay…”

“Get on the table.”

Jungkook scrambled on the wooden tabletop as you pushed his exam aside. You were still sitting in your chair. Your head tilted, eyebrow lifting at his speedy response to your rather suspicious request.

“You listened.”

He blinked at you. “Uh… yeah?”

Silence.

“Why?” you finally said.

Jungkook gulped. “Be… because you asked,” he mumbled, knees on the table, hands clutching his knees.

“You can just walk out and report me.”

He shook his head quickly, black hair flying everywhere. “I don’t want to.”

Your other eyebrow raised. He chewed on his lip, a flash of pink tongue in his movement.

“Tell me what you want. I’ll do it.”

Well.

You decided to test his conviction.

“Edge of the table. Spread your legs for me.”

Instantly, obediently, Jeon Jungkook surprised you by doing it, putting each leg on either side of you, chunky black sneakers hanging down. Shredded black shirt open, hands behind his ass, towering over you, and yet his eyes were watching you, waiting for more, begging for instruction.

“Hm.”

You raised your chin, seeing his impressively muscular thighs and body displayed for you to take. He was so close you could smell his clean, dreamy scent, like a meadow in summer dusk, surrounded by peeking stars and blinking fireflies. Interesting.

But you didn’t need the distraction.

“That’s it. You can go now,” you said dismissively, about to push your chair back.

His legs closed in, pressing firmly into your upper arms. Your eyes flickered up to him.

Jungkook shook his head very slowly.

“Do what you want.”

You saw his chest rise and fall, his silvery voice deepening, pupils expanding.

“I know you want to do something to me.”

His erection was bulging against the zipper of his black jeans. Your eyes went back to his face. He shivered at your sharp stare. All of this was happening in an otherwise empty lecture hall, with you and Jungkook at the very bottom.

Just you and him.

You placed your hands on his thighs. He jumped a little, but scooted closer to you. You slid your hands up. You undid the button of his jeans, scrutinizing those brown eyes. He raised his hips to help you as you pulled the zipper down.

“You don’t know me,” you finally said, no inflection in your voice.

He didn’t look away. “I don’t care.”

“Hmm.” You smirked. “Bad boy, aren’t you?”

Jungkook shook his head slightly, but didn’t break eye contact as you pulled his pants to his knees and reached for his black boxer briefs. “No. I’m a good guy. I want to give you what you want.” You hooked your fingers over the waistband and nicked his skin with your nails, making him gasp, the pleasure evident in his tone. He did not try to hide it from you. “I want to be good for you.”

“Why is that?”

He hung his head a little.

“Something about… how you make me feel…” he muttered. His gaze finally faltered. You reached up and righted his chin, forcing him to look at you. Saw that Jungkook had a mole under his mouth, perfectly in the center. He had a nice shape to his pink lips. You tapped his cheek, nudging him to elaborate. “You… You’re so pretty… and smart… Everyone looks up to you because you have such good grades…”

You doubted that.

Jungkook probably had no idea that most of the school hated your guts.

You didn’t have classes with Jungkook, but you were sure he knew your name because your name was posted on the Dean’s List of the highest-ranking students of the university every semester. Also, you weren’t hard to miss. Every student moved out of your way when you walked through the halls, whispering behind their hands.

Jungkook brought you back to the present.

“I feel,” he whispered, voice trembling, gaze locking with yours. “I feel like I want to be on my knees for you.”

His skin was warm under your nails.

“Like this is where I belong, in your hands.”

You stood up.

Jungkook started, turning into a tight squeak as you placed your hand on his chest and pushed him down.

“Lift up your shirt with both hands.”

He did was he was told, revealing his toned abs and the lower half of his pecs, biting his lip, clutching onto his tank top, ears turning red as he craned his head to look down at you. You didn’t give him any satisfying response. His tan skin seemed to glow under the overhead lights. You studied his face.

Reached up and began to rub his erection through his underwear.

“A… ah…”

“Gonna make you cum like this.”

He shook his head quickly. “P… Please, no…”

You felt him swell and twitch under your hand. He was pretty big. Thick. Pretty boy with a pretty dick, probably. You rubbed the head with your palm, feeling his pre-cum leaking through the thin fabric. He wasn’t kidding when he said you made him feel some kind of way.

“Why not? Make you cum in your underwear and then you have to go all the way home covered in it. All dirty, just for me.”

His handsome face twisted with sinful pleasure at your suggestion, whimpers in his throat. His cock jerked with need, wanting it.

“O… Okay. Whatever you want.”

So obedient.

“So obedient, Jungkook,” you purred, rubbing faster.

He nodded. “For you. Only for you. Just for you.”

Was it just saying those things because he thought that was what you wanted to hear? Or was that how he actually felt? Surely not the latter, considering he didn’t really know you. You leaned over him, placing your free elbow on the table to stabilize yourself. You hadn’t even kissed him.

“You’re so hard for me,” your drawled, lowering your head, letting your warm breath float down onto his skin. “You want to cum for me, don’t you?”

“Y�� yes, please…”

“You want to be my toy?”

You pressed your lips to his bellybutton, feeling the smoothness of his skin, tasting it. He moaned at your kiss, your swift tongue flickering out to that delicious skin, whining when your teeth nipped at the softness. Fuck, he tasted so good that you wanted to mark him. Looked so fucking good that you wanted to mess him up, mar him with temporary imperfections on the perfection that was Jeon Jungkook.

“Yes…”

With breathless, lustful conviction.

You licked up his abs, increasing the intensity and speed of rubbing the engorged head of his cock, the pre-cum already soaked through and creating a slippery surface, turning Jungkook’s pitched whines to deep moans, a melody that filled up the entire lecture hall until was the only thing you could hear, Jungkook’s moans as you bit his skin, his moans as you sucked on his skin, moans as you kissed the hard muscle, cries for more at you left marks, pleading for you, sweet and beautiful, clutching his shirt so tight that his knuckles were white, the black tattoos of his right hand standing out, his cock throbbing in your hand, his hips rising to hump your palm, your name on his lips, over and over and over.

“Gonna… gonna cum…” he panted, sniffing slightly, cheeks flushing pink. “Gonna cum like how you want me to, all over my underwear…”

Your fingertips touched his side, seeing him stiffen and then shudder at your gentle caress.

“Do it,” you murmured. “Show me how good you are at listening, Jungkook.”

He bit his lower lip, jaw clenching, squeezing his eyes shut, tipping his head back into the tabletop, whining your name in his chest, your palm working him, slick and hot and hard, pulsating under your roughness. With a sharp moan, his lower lip popped out of his teeth, dark red and swollen, small mole quivering.

“F-Fuck…!”

You felt it and heard it, the unmistakable jolt and squelch as his orgasm splattered inside his boxer briefs, drenching the fabric, drenching your hand, his embarrassed whines as he realized what he had done but still humping your hand, forcing out every last twitch of dribbling cum, causing you to smear it everywhere, coating the sensitive head and adding to the pleasure, his cheeks flushed red, eyes squeezed shut to savor the pleasure and avoid looking at you.

“Shh…”

You crawled onto the table, still holding his cock through his soiled underwear, squeezing it, free hand slipping under his head and lifting him, his eyes weakly opening, scared and anxious, but all you did was lean down and kiss him, pressing your lips to that pure softness, exhaling his name into his mouth, his scent staining your hand, his cologne filling your nose, your whisper in his throat.

“Time for you to go home.”

Jungkook thought you would tell everyone.

You did no such thing.

Instead, you ignored him.

He would see you three times a week and, three times a week, you arrived with the professor and left with the professor. Jungkook tried much harder to attend classes, but you seemed not to care either way. He would come to the front and collect his assignment and find that you had marked it up exactly like everyone else, red marks all over his incorrect answers. You didn’t even look in his direction.

The next exam was coming up quickly.

Part of him considered skipping exam day to have one-on-one time with you again.

“Jungkook.”

He jumped, jerking his head towards the hall, confused. Somehow, he had heard your voice. Or rather, did he imagine it? His teeth sunk into his lip, placing a hand on his forehead, confused. His head was confused. He couldn’t think straight. Why had he done such an embarrassing thing with you? Even you had told him to leave and report you. But Jungkook just couldn’t. Not then and not now. He had asked for it.

He still wanted it.

Nobody knew. Everybody thought he was a cocky, womanizing playboy. And he was, but not because of the sex. It was only because he was bored and that was all he could get. There was power in being on top.

And there was power in letting go.

You were bad for him.

He was a good guy.

You were a bad bitch.

And nobody knew.

A hand slapped down on his shoulder and yanked him around, the loose short sleeves of his yellow tropical shirt flaring out, making his sunglasses rattle on his face. You narrowed your eyes at him. Instant shivers down his spine at your stern gaze.

“Are you deaf?” you snapped. “I’ve been calling your name for the past minute.”

“I… S-Sor–”

You waved a hand dismissively, grabbing his right hand and slapping down a post-it into it.

“Chapters for the exam, including the date and time. Do not miss it this time. I will not let you make it up and fail you on the spot.”

You turned on your heel, letting go of his hand.

His left one shot out and circled around your arm, his rings pressing into your skin.

“Wait.”

You jerked your head towards him, glaring sharply. “Don’t touch me.”

And you yanked your arm out of his grasp, but his legs made the choice for him, following your swift strides, his backpack hanging off one shoulder, clutching the post-it and his last strands of sanity.

“Please, wait.”

“What?” was your curt response, not looking back at him.

“Please do it again,” he gasped breathlessly, unable to stop himself.

“Do what?”

“Have your way with me.”

You stopped walking.

Jungkook walked straight into your back and banged his nose on your head. He winced, stepping back and rubbing it gingerly. He didn’t register you turning around until it was too late and you were right in his face. You raised your chin and eyebrow simultaneously.

“No.”

He blinked rapidly, his tinted sunglasses halfway down the bridge of his nose.

“W… Why? Did you not like it? Was… was I bad?”

You let out an amused scoff.

The side of your lips curved upwards.

He had made you smile, even if only a little bit. Just that small thing was enough to feed his courage.

“I…” Jungkook coughed, clearing his throat before he spoke again, voice still a soft whisper in his embarrassment even though no one was around to eavesdrop. “I can be better. I can do better.”

Silence.

He thought you were going to walk away again.

You reached up and plucked his glasses off his nose. Folded them neatly and tucked them in his tropical shirt pocket. Then your eyes found his again and he knew something was different. He could see you clearly now, his vision no longer clouded by sienna.

Now, Jungkook could no longer stop it.

He could feel it all over him, coursing through his veins, arousal like fire. Something about you and something about him. Jungkook could sense the danger, but he didn’t want to run even though he knew he should. He had heard the rumors surrounding you. They could be true.

And yet.

“I want it,” Jungkook breathed, inviting himself into the danger. “I want you. I want to be your toy.”

Your discerning expression didn’t change.

You reached up and gripped his chin, digging your nails into his soft skin.

He whimpered in his chest, moving closer to you.

“What’s my name?”

His brows furrowed, saying your name hesitantly.

You pulled his chin down so he was eye-level.

“Next time you say my name, I will be choking it out of you.”

Everyone thought Jeon Jungkook was the kind of guy to grip your wrist with his left hand and your throat in his right, his lips against your ear and his sweaty chest against your back as you slapped your ass into his crotch and fucked yourself with his rock-hard cock, his smirk in your ear as he provided you with a certain type of encouragement.

“That’s right, you want this dick, don’t you? Show me. Prove to me you want it.”

His fingertips tightening against the sides of your neck, listening to your pathetic cries and moans as you tried to squirm against him, brain running out of oxygen due to lack of blood, running out of thoughts, running out of pleas as Jungkook gripped your wrist, deep snarl against your hair as he roughly finished himself off using your body because that’s all you were, someone to be used by him and nothing more, neck suddenly released with a breathless gasp and shoved face first into the sheets with his right hand splayed on your back, his tattoos and your orgasm crashing down on you, his growls staining the air and a fierce jerk of his hips to spill into your tight hole and leave you moments after, nothing but a discarded toy in his eyes.

You thought.

That was what everyone thought when Jeon Jungkook stood on stage, flipping his dark violet microphone between verses and smirking like a devil, truly in command of every thought and every pair of eyes on him, surrounded by a heavy bass line and deafening drums, guitar solo tearing through the moment to emphasize the next of his lips nearing the mic again, entrancing the crowd with his beautiful lips and talented tongue.

No one knew.

You were riding him hard and fast, torn condom wrappers and used condoms littering his bed, back-to-back orgasms, his head pressed into his pillows, your hand around his neck, the other leaving long lines down his chest, scratching him so hard that it dotted red, blooming lines of pain.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop, f-fuck…”

Jungkook was hoarsely whispering, clutching his sheets, black hair soaked with sweat, raising his chest to your nails, whimpering, punish me, punish me, punish me, and you muttered plainly with a sharp edge, you talk too much, your grip tightening again, pressing onto the sides of his neck, cutting off the blood flow, and Jungkook moaned gratefully, eyelids fluttering, the slap of your hips to his louder and louder, filling up his whole bedroom, rattling his bedframe, fucking him so hard he was slowly sliding up to his headboard.

Your name fell from his lips in pure ecstasy, back arching to shove his whole length fully into you, thick and hard and twitching with need, your slick walls clamping down on him, fitting to him with a hiss. He began to match you, breathless, lightheaded, world hazy, moaning from deep in his chest, I love you, and your reply was only tightening your grip, your hand and your pussy, harder, harder, harder.

“Aren’t you such a good guy?” you scoffed sarcastically, letting up for only a second to let him reply, blood rocketing back into his brain, flooding him with oxygen, and Jungkook sucked in a lungful of air, reeling.

“N-No…” he panted. “You’re the good girl… you’re always s-so… so good to me…”

His eyes locked with yours hazy with lust and love. You almost looked away out of instinct.

“You a-always remember… what I like…” he managed to choke out.

You left him when you were done using him.

You pretended he didn’t say those words to you. There was no point in acknowledging the nonsense that he said in the middle of being choked and barely functioning. You tapped your pencil against your textbook.

You caught yourself thinking about him.

Jeon Jungkook.

Your eyes flickered to the clock. Late at night on a Friday. He was probably at a bar. You watched the second hand of your plain silver clock tick, tick away. You never asked to watch him and his band perform even though Jungkook always made it a point to text you the address and the time.

It was obvious Jungkook didn’t want you to be his secret.

He wasn’t really your secret either. You just saw no benefit to letting anyone know there was a connection between you and Jeon Jungkook. After all, you were just using him.

You stopped tapping your pencil.

Stared at the second hand.

Tick.

Heard the voices of the rumors poisoning you, saying the things they said.

She thinks she’s so much better than everyone else because she’s a nerd.

The only reason she has good grades is because she fucked that one professor.

I heard she dated him.

I mean, there’s a reason he left in the middle of the semester, right?

He had a wife!

Snap.

Your eyes flickered down.

The tip of your pencil lead rolled across the page, leaving tiny pinpricks of granite.

There was never any evidence because nothing happened. Nothing happened between you and said psychology professor. He left in the middle of the semester because his wife had a miscarriage and he wanted to be with her. It had nothing to do with you. You had long discussions with him about life and existentialism, hanging out during his office hours.

Sometimes, you felt bad.

Had you kept him from his wife? Would it have not happened if he just skipped his office hours and didn’t spend them talking to you? These were irrational, foolish thoughts. They made you guilty even when there was nothing to be guilty about.

He was a nice guy, mid-thirties. Everyone liked this professor.

They blamed you because they didn’t know.

Only you knew, because he told you with tears in his eyes and thanked you for being his student.

You didn’t tell anyone, because he did not owe you an explanation and you were not going to divulge someone’s personal business that they had shared with you in confidence. You watched your reputation crumble and fall apart, watched friends ostracize you, because you didn’t tell them anything and they didn’t believe you. You watched yourself turn bitter and hateful.

Just tell the truth.

There was no truth to be told.

You put your pencil down.

Closed your eyes.

Remembered Jungkook’s face.

Your hands were in his hair, pulling hard. His hot breath was in your face, arms shaking as he held himself up, fucking you into his mattress with whines in his chest, begging you, begging you, begging you.

“P-Please… let me cum, please…”

You liked to watch the sweat clinging to his high cheekbones and neck, jaw glistening with tension, feeling his strong body between your legs, his twitching hardness sliding into you repeatedly in rough, hard smacks, squeezing him every time he was fully sheathed inside you, vibrations coursing through you every time he came down.

“Not until I’m done,” you growled and he whimpered, pleading look in those brown doe eyes, black pupils expanded, unable to cum because a vibrating cock ring was restricting his orgasm, keeping him hard but unable to climax, sending thundering pleasure through him and into you. He watched helplessly as you gripped his hair, hissing sharply as another wave of pleasure overtook you, closing your eyes to savor it, savor his swollen cock twitching inside you as he felt the intense massage of your pussy walls closing around him, throbbing around the head and driving him insane, moaning pathetically because he couldn’t follow suit no matter how desperate he was.

Jungkook didn’t ask if you were done.

He just kept going because you told him he couldn’t cum until you were done.

And you didn’t say you were done.

You stared into those brown orbs, hazy with lust and full of conviction to be good for you.

Desperate to be the best and the only one, not knowing there was no one else because no one else wanted you like the way Jeon Jungkook wanted you.

“Pull out.”

“B-But…”

“You heard me,” you exhaled, throbs of pleasure still trembling through you. Your hands slid down, cupping his chin, nails digging into his sweaty cheeks. “Obey.”

With a pained whine, Jungkook obeyed, pulling out of you, his cock covered in your juices, wearing a condom and the black cock ring. You reached over with one hand to press the button on the remote to turn in off.

“Take it all off. Let me see your cock.”

He reached down and slowly pulled the cock ring off, taking the condom with it, whimpering at the sensitivity, his tone hitting a lovely pitched groan as the silicone squeezed the base of the head. His whole body was shaking as it fell from his hands, the veins on his length standing out, head purple-red and angry, white pre-cum slowly beading at the tip, and his face, looking down at you, waiting for your next move.

Cock waiting to be used.

You tapped your chest.

“Cum on my tits.”

“B-But–”

You cut him off.

“You’re going to cum on my tits and then you’re going to lick it off while I watch.”

He listened.

Jungkook straddled your waist with his thighs, muscular and defined, right hand wrapping around his cock, sweat making the tattoos on his forearm and shoulder glow in the low light, smelling like sex and musk, his core tightening as he touched his overstimulated length, using the lube of the condom and his own pre-cum to add to the pleasure as he began to stroke himself, moaning as you lifted your hands and cupped your breasts, pushing them together, his eyes on the curve of your cleavage and points of your hard nipples sticking out, and then your face, an indifferent look with a cocked eyebrow, taunting him, unimpressed by his timid grip on his cock, so he squeezed harder, tighter, embarrassing cries falling from his mouth, living for the smirk that slowly began to form on your lips.

It empowered him somehow, that smirk, the little inkling of satisfaction that Jungkook wanted, needed, craved, knowing he was doing well, being good, furiously pumping his aching cock over your pressed-together tits and he couldn’t last, couldn’t help it, too overstimulated and too turned on, too in love with this to prevent himself from tipping over with a hot gasp, spilling streams of sticky white lines over your breasts, spreading them everywhere, making a huge mess because he wanted a huge mess to clean up, shoving the head into your cleavage and shuddering at the sensation of warmth to his scorching heat, able to feel the pulse of the engorged tip dripping out what was left, shivers up and down his spine, the words falling from his mouth that he never stopped saying even though you never acknowledged them.

“I... l-love you…”

He stayed like that for nearly a full minute, but you didn’t tell him to get off.

His eyes were closed, savoring the feeling.

Slowly, Jungkook gingerly removed himself, lowering his body over yours, tongue sliding out, touching your skin covered in his cum, his taste, mine, no one else’s, him on you, lapping it up, salty and bitter and yet he loved it, loved that you told him to do it, loved that you let him paint your skin with his orgasm and now his saliva. He didn’t care that you never said anything to his I love you, didn’t care that you seemed to pretend he never said it, because he would continue saying it when he was with you, hopeless as it was.

It was the small things that kept him going, sucking his own cum off your nipple and wrapping his lips around it, hearing your soft sigh of pleasure, feeling the tap on his thigh that instructed him to scoot up, the small thing of your hand closing in on his spent cock, sending sparks of pain but also pleasure, moaning into your skin as you massaged his balls with your fingers, knowing that he could take more pressure and roughness because he had just came, the small thing of your thumb rubbing the sensitive slit, his face pressing into your breasts, smearing his cheek with his cum and saliva, sliding across your slick skin because of the intensity of the high it gave him, the pleasure and the pain, his right arm coming up to wrap around you, tattoos cradling your torso.

“I love you…” he whispered to your racing heart under his ear, lost in the rhythm of your heartbeat and the firmness of your touch. Jungkook did not care if you hated him saying it.

He would continue saying it as long as he was with you.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing…?”

“Hmm.”

He placed his hand over the bottom of his phone and smiled at the cute girl that was talking to him at the bar.

“Sorry. I have to take this call. It’s important to me.”

He didn’t hear her response, because he backed away, bowing lightly, pressing his phone back to his ear.

“Ah, never mind, Jungkook.”

“No, no. What is it? Tell me.”

“You’re at a noisy place. It’s Saturday night.”

Jungkook pushed through the people, mumbling his apologies and straining to hear your voice over the thundering bass. “I finished. Well, we finished. We’re only drinking. I can leave at any time. I’ll just text the guys to bring my equipment back for me. Where are you?”

“Forget it.”

He opened the door of the club as the dial tone rang in his ear.

Looked up.

Your hand dropped to your side. You were still in your white dress shirt and navy skirt, dressed exactly like you were when at school minus the blazer. Jungkook’s eyes widened. He was in a torn-up long-sleeve shirt with the right sleeve removed, showing off his tattoos. His black hair was wild and half-wet, and he was wearing tight leather pants.

You clicked your tongue.

“I said forget it,” you repeated hollowly.

You sighed and turned around, skirt swishing in your wake.

“Wait, I’ll come with you–”

“Go back to where you belong, Jungkook.”

His hand closed around your forearm, holding tight.

“I belong with you.”

You stopped walking, silent.

“What is it? Tell me.”

You scowled. “It’s dumb.”

“So am I, remember?” he chuckled, his hand slipping down, squeezing yours. “I’m not very good at school.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment. Cars and people brushed past, but Jungkook was focused onto on your stillness, watching your eyes seemed to be thinking about many things. You hadn’t pulled your hand out of his yet. By now, Jungkook knew that if you didn’t want something, you wouldn’t be shy about telling him right away.

You started walking again. Jungkook was still holding your hand.

“It was just a moment of weakness,” you mumbled under your breath.

“A guy…?”

You didn’t answer.

Jungkook squeezed your hand. “It’s okay,” he murmured tightly. “I understand.”

He did not. He wanted to cry.

Your eyes shot to him, pinning him in place. “You don’t understand, Jeon Jungkook. You understand nothing.” You pulled your hand out of his and Jungkook let go, trying to hold his pain, trying not to breathe because he was preparing himself for the inevitable, the moment you were going to break his heart and, if it was right here and right now, then so be it, because he had said how he felt repeatedly and there was nothing more he could do than that.

He loved you so, so bad.

Jungkook knew he shouldn’t, that it was madness, but he did anyway.

But you surprised him.

Your sharp gaze softened.

“You know what they say about me. You have to know,” you exhaled, shaking your head. “You must know the rumors.”

Good girl gone bad.

Jungkook frowned. “About you and the professor?”

He watched your jaw clench.

“Does it matter?” he asked.

Your eyes shifted, not quite looking at him.

“Whether something did or didn’t happen, what does that have to do with me?”

And now you looked at him, guarded, not letting him know your thoughts.

“You…” He swallowed, trying to press the lump down in his throat. “You’re just using me, right? It doesn’t… doesn’t really matter, because in the end I don’t matter to you anyway… right?”

He did not want to cry and yet he did, because he knew he loved you. It was the small things, the way you never let up on him even in class, the way you picked days that were never the weekend and never before exams, the way you would brush your fingertips on his knuckles before leaving when you thought he was asleep, the way on the last time, the last time you were together, that you pressed your lips to his forehead when you thought he was asleep, running your fingers through his hair.

Jungkook was standing outside this bar and there were people he knew walking past, seeing you and him, but he kept his eyes on you, because the only one that mattered was you.

The one he belonged to was you.

He had decided that when he climbed onto the table that day.

He stuck his hands in his pockets and let out a heavy breath. “If people say things about you, then they say things about you. Whether it’s the truth or not doesn’t change the fact I love you. It doesn’t make me love you less,” Jungkook said, speaking at his usual volume, because there was no reason to whisper the truth. “Even if it’s pointless and crazy, I want to be with you until the day you don’t want to be with me.”

His smiled and blinked back tears.

“Even if that day is today, I will never regret it.”

In this cruel summer, you could have ruined his reputation. You could have told everyone the kind of person he really was and you didn’t. You could have spread embarrassing stories of the things you made him do and you didn’t.

Even if he didn’t matter to you, Jungkook was confident that you weren’t a malicious person.

You rubbed your forehead. “The rumors will come to you.”

Jungkook laughed. “So what? I heard a rumor that I removed two ribs so I could suck my own dick. I admit, I considered doing it after hearing that.”

You scowled, but Jungkook only smiled in return. He could see the tension falling from your face with his comment. You clicked your tongue and tilted your head, as if to say, can’t be helped.

“There’s no other guy,” you muttered. “There’s just you and you’re dumb.”

Jungkook blinked rapidly, confused.

“You say it over and over and make me think about it all the time.” You sighed heavily, running a hand through your hair. “I’m not a good girl. People pushed me away and I stayed there instead of trying to repair the burned bridges. I don’t even think I want to repair them. Who knows what will happen next? I don’t think it would be a good idea to put you through that shit.”

You sucked on the inside of your cheek, looking at him apologetically.

“You’re not the bad boy everyone says you are. You’re a good guy. You should find a good girl.”

Is that what you think? Jungkook chuckled, taking out his hand and rubbing his nose thoughtfully.

“I don’t want a good girl.”

He stepped toward you, lowering his hand and his head so that he was eye level with you.

“I love a bad bitch who can push me around and makes me their toy.”

He tilted his head, small curve on those beautiful lips, tiny mole underneath appearing with every smile.

“Which can only be you, you know.”

Jungkook didn’t try to kiss you. He only wanted to look into your eyes so you knew his conviction.

“I love you.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’ve heard you say it.”

He nodded. “And I’m going to keep saying it until the day you leave me.”

Silence.

Ah.

Your eyebrow lowered and you gave him an indifferent look.

“Hm. I wonder when that will be, Jungkook.”

You leaned in, but before you kissed him, he heard the whisper against his lips, felt the shape of yours as they brushed against his, words he prepared himself to never hear from you, words that he thought you would never say, and that was fine with him, because you showed it, and that was enough.

He thought.

“I love you.”

And then your lips on his and his tears fell onto your cheeks because Jungkook wanted to cry all this time and he could not stop now, knowing that he was so, so in love with you and you finally, finally said it back to him.

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mysteriesofloves · 2 years ago

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I’m always sad about the things we missed with dair on gg, specifically her dressing up for him (aside from her one failed attempt) and how different it would’ve functioned in their relationship. like role play and dress up between her and ch*ck never felt sexy to me (because ch*ck is an ugly troll who nauseates me) but rather a way, in addition to many others, that blair used to keep ch*ck happy. And they mostly felt like a display or tableau for him to enjoy (🤢).

On the other hand, and I’ve said this before, blair’s desire to dress up for dan did and would’ve continued to feel joyous and an acknowledgement of her own desire as well as her partner’s.

*in general I get angsty when I think of all of blair’s great styling choices that were wasted on ch*ck.

yeah i know what you mean and i think if they’d been given more time we might’ve gotten that but the writers were never invested in them being endgame so we missed out on a lot :/ but honestly i love the little bit we got with blair revealing herself in the getup in 5x18 like it’s such a contrast from her and chuck because it doesn’t feel like she’s For his consumption. (another reason the short lived blair/carter thing was fun it was nice to see a rich, manipulative guy be blair’s plaything pretty much just for her fun.)

it really does feel like things she does to keep him interested but also i can’t remember at all a single time she dresses up for him that he actually responds… like he either doesn’t show up or he brushes her off or holds out on her or something it’s so one sided but she keeps doing it again and again it’s so sad.

and it does always feel like she’s something for him to enjoy/consume/posses. she’s positioned as another one of the beautiful, expensive things that he owns, that belong to him, that he controls, just like his hotel, his company. she’s not even interchangeable with them to him though, she’s actually less important. she’s not even his favourite, his prized possession. it doesn’t just go for lingerie she wears either but any look. and i think what ultimately makes it worse is that it’s what the writers intended. any time a scene is about blair they view it as somehow actually being about chuck, even when it doesn’t make sense to.

like, that dress i pointed out, which is gorgeous (i went on a hunt for it last time i did a full rewatch) and she looks insanely hot in it, is still interesting when viewed characteristically because it’s a lot less modest than what she usually wears. while it’s a proper dress it’s actually closer in style to the slips she strips down to in 1x07 and 4x09. blair’s style is for the most part always modest/posh/classically romantic. the most she reveals is usually a low back. so i think it’s telling that she chooses to wear that style when she’s set up a dinner for him. those two moments, when she drops her dress and walks off in just a slip, are meant to show the “real” and “true” blair that only chuck can bring out which just. makes me so angry lol. what an incredibly reductive way to view female sexuality.

but again, even the little bit we got shows how comfortable blair was with dan and how she knew he would appreciate it. she reveals this look similarly to how she reveals the prior slips: taking off the modest cover up to reveal something sexy underneath. but this time it’s with someone who respects her, respects her body, and loves every part of her—not just the “bad girl”, “dark” blair. it’s almost like…it was a satisfying end to her arc.

literally so many incredible styling choices that could’ve plainly been gorgeous but are in a 🪑 storyline so they have to have the contextual layer of all that grossness :)))) say it with me: and! for! what!

#did NOT mean to write an essay but was texting izzy while answering so it turned into one #gg meta #asks

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bourbon-ontherocks · 2 years ago

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1 7 14!!!!

Thank you!!! 💕💕

1. What part of the writing process is the most enjoyable?

The daydreaming!!! 💭 Cause y’know... It’s the easiest part! Plus it’s like, I can imagine 30 different versions of a scene almost in the bat of an eye and I get to decide which one(s) I’ll eventually write! Or not! There’s such a feeling of unbound freedom attached to this stage that you don’t necessarily have once you’ve started writing because consistency!! Also that’s when I get inspiration nuggets!! The feeling of power when you’ve just thought of a subplot that’s gonna mess up with everything... 😈

7. What do you love most about being a fic writer for your fandom?

Well, for GG I guess it’s the fact that everyone was so chill and supportive that it gave me the confidence to try my hands at writing and grow as a fic writer and explore what I liked and the skills I wanted to refine... And I love that this fandom gave me the opportunity to go through all the stages of self-confidence re writing, from feeling super tentative to being anxious for attention and then anxious for ignorance, from feeling compelled to write for a certain audience to not giving a shit anymore and just enjoying what makes me happy. I’m not sure I would ever have felt confident enough to then write for a non-existent fandom if I hadn’t had that experience before. Oh, and I love that even though I barely post anymore in this fandom, whenever I happen to do so, people are still there to give love and support, and I really love this sense of community that I have with this fandom ❤️

For HPI, I love that I kinda started this fandom lol! And I love that now there’s like, this small crowd of readers who follow my stories and give me some of the most incredible feedback I’ve ever received. And I love that I get to write in French! And that there is so much to explore writing-wise! And I love that there’s this whole lil community that built itself organically, and I love being a part of it! ❤️

14. Share a snippet.

Okay, since it’s you, have this sneek peak of Champagne Room 😘

They've been ten minutes or so in this mockshow of foreplays — and by then Elizabeth's breathing has quickened, her cheeks reddened, and his body fucking responded cause there's only so many times she can smash her tits at his face and expect him to remain impassible — when Gene decides to be a cunt again, probably to impress Mr. Bad Guy or some shit. The way Gene's got the mentality of a fucking puppy is genuinely baffling.

"Hey, man, are you going to fuck her or what?" he asks, his own hands roaming all around the dark-haired girl Rio's pretty sure goes under the stage name of Gloria who's kneeling in front of him, decidedly undoing his pants.

Elizabeth straightens a bit at this to look towards Gene with a disgusted expression, mimics a retch before she brings her lips close to Rio's ear. "Ew. Who even are those guys?"

Right? At least someone else gets it.

"How 'bout you do you and I do me?" Rio dryly shoots back.

Cause — gee, give a man some privacy for fuck's sake. Exhibition's never really been his jam to start with.

"This is not how it works," Gene chuckles, his eyes shining with horniness in a way that's fucking obscene at the sight of him and Elizabeth wrapped up together.

He... fuck, he gets it. He knows there is something mesmerizing about how hot they are together. Shit, he kept his eyes on that mirror for a reason. But that ain't enough of an argument to convince him to share that with the rest of the room.

"I thought there were no rules," he points out.

Under his palm, he senses Elizabeth tense at their exchange, although he can tell that she's tryna keep quiet, pretending to tease him as best as she can, pushing it as far as dragging her tongue along the edges of the wings drawn on his neck.

He swallows. This was fucking unnecessary.

Happy ramble

#ask #sothischickshe #writing #will I ever finish my GG wips though #these feel so far ago #😭😭😭

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irrelevantwriter · 4 years ago

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House Call

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

Warnings: Language, vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids, reader being scared and horny, Rio’s BDE (y'all know what's up)

Word Count: 4.2K

Summary: Part 1. Rio shows up unannounced to talk business. Among other things.

A/N: It’s here...it’s happening. It took me a whole 2.5 seconds to become obsessed with Rio once I started watching GG. Ya’ll know how I roll. Anyway, this is me just dipping my toe into the water. I didn't get too deep with a plot (spoiler alert: there isn't any). It’s essentially just reader-insert into the show’s current plot, but with some smut thrown in. For fun. I hope you guys like it. Feedback is that good shit. 💗

*Added a Part 2! Read it here.

*Give and Take series masterlist

*Masterlist in bio.

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“You okay?”

The sound of your friend’s concerned voice filled the line, pulling you back to the moment and the conversation you’d been engaged in before you’d burnt yourself in the spray of hot water.

“Yeah, just washing dishes.” You explained, cradling your cell between your shoulder and cheek as you maneuvered dirty dishes under the spout of water.

“So the meeting with the principal? How’d it go?” Rachel asked, getting you back on track.

You sighed, beginning to scrub at a stubborn coffee stain left behind on one of your favorite mugs.

“Fine. The kids are still having a hard time with the divorce so it’s…” You paused, unsure of how to describe the child-like brooding your son and daughter had taken to participating in since you’d separated from their father.

“Tense? Difficult? Weird?” Rachel listed off helpfully.

“All of the above.” You deadpanned, still scrubbing.

“You take the rest of the day off?”

“Yeah, I’ve gotta figure out what I’m going to do with these kids. Paul said he’d come over later to talk it over.”

“How incredibly thoughtful of him.” Rachel replied, sarcasm and disdain dripping from her words.

“Well, it’s a start. And as much as I’d like to tell him to fuck off, I can’t. He’s still their dad.” You explained for the hundredth time, feeling the stress of your situation with your ex starting to creep into your body. Your shoulders felt stiff and your head began to throb with a dull ache. It was a familiar reaction these days. One you loathed.

You opened your mouth to steer the conversation elsewhere when the doorbell rang, chiming throughout the empty expanse of your home.

“Paul?” Rachel asked, obviously hearing the alert of someone’s company over the phone.

“I guess. Look, I’ll call you later.” You said with another sigh, this one more tired than annoyed. You gave up on the stained mug and moved onto drying it, shutting the water off as you did.

“Okay. Good luck.”

“Thanks.” You ended the call, aware that you were short with her, but unable to feel sorry for it. You had plenty of other things to worry about, none of which involved your shitty ex or his new girlfriend.

You placed your cell on the counter and turned to make your way to the entryway, mug still clutched in your hand. The ceramic cup dropped to the floor and shattered into pieces when you saw who was already in your kitchen. You gasped, clutching your chest and yelping at the familiar man in black, the dark ink splattered across his throat the first thing you noticed. Your heart leapt, your body going rigid at the unexpected visit. Pop-ups like this were never a good sign.

“I let myself in.” Rio supplied, voice low and thick with authority and charm. He wore a smirk, lips upturned at your surprised reaction. He always seemed amused by you. That fact only served to unsettle you further.

“What’re you doing here?” You managed to say between shaky breaths, fear making your own voice quiver.

“Just checking in, mama. Can’t I do that?” He challenged with his arms spread wide, daring you to say otherwise.

You didn’t.

You went to move around the large kitchen island but the shards of broken mug prevented you from getting far on bare feet. Rio took notice and strode towards you, all clean lines and hooded eyes. He had a swagger about him that radiated. It sent a clear message about the kind of man he was. Confident. Skilled. Smart. There was an ease in his movements, but a beast lay in wait inside, ready to strike when the need arose.

His piercing gaze took in your dress, uncaring of being discreet or polite. He appraised you from the tips of your painted toes to the top of your head. It was as unnerving as it was thrilling. He crowded your space. He always did. While the scent of him filled your nostrils. Something spicy, but pleasing. It sat in your nose, and you knew from previous experience that you’d smell it for hours after.

You swallowed, wanting to avoid his close proximity. You hastily bent down to gather what you could of the jagged pieces, moving around his sneaker-clad feet that stood before you. You tried to ignore his presence, tried to appear calm and composed. It was an uphill battle. The man always knew how to throw you off. He knew how to keep people on their toes. It was yet another facet of him that you both coveted and despised.

You hissed, feeling the edge of one of the shards dig into the tip of your finger. You stood and sucked the tip into your mouth, trying to clear the area of the blood that had started to surface. His eyes were on you, watching you with interest and a certain level of lust that you didn’t allow yourself to explore. You stiffened when he reached for your wrist and pulled your finger away from your lips. He inspected the cut, his flesh warm and soft against yours. It was a side of him that eclipsed the man you’d come to know over the last several months.

“It’s not bad. I’ll be fine.” You whispered, attempting to pull your hand free of his. It was futile.

“Band aid?”

“Uh...yeah. In that drawer. Next to the stove.” You pointed in the direction of the drawer, holding your breath as he retrieved the item. This time, you watched him. Watched as he unwrapped the bandage and tended to your finger with all the care of a parent with their child. He held the appendage steady as he got ready to wrap it, but he stopped himself. He locked eyes with you instead, making you shiver.

“I make you nervous.”

It was a statement. A very true statement. And yet you found yourself shaking your head; ironic because your voice felt too unsteady to use.

Your heart stopped when he placed a tender kiss to the cut. The air around you crackled with heat and tension. It was unlike any feeling you’d ever been subjected to before. It was danger mixed with primal fascination...attraction. And it called to you like a raft in a sea of treacherous waves.

He ignored your silent response and sealed the band aid over your finger, ensuring the ends were smooth against your skin. He didn’t let go of you.

“Don’t lie to me, okay? Trust is an important thing. And we’ve gotta have it if we wanna keep doing business together.”

His calm demeanor and gentle chastising made you a puddle of obedience. Your need to please wasn’t just born from fear. It was something you’d been unable to come to terms with until now. You saw it for what it truly was. You wanted to please him. In as many ways as he’d let you.

You nodded in response, agreeing to his statement.

“Let’s try it again then, yeah?” He started, eyes roaming your face. “I make you nervous, don’t I?”

“The constant threat of my life makes it difficult for me to be calm.” You said, choosing to still be untruthful.

You forced yourself not to fidget as his stare scorched your skin. His black eyes roamed across the open expanse of your collarbone and to the modest neckline of your wrap dress. He licked his lips as he focused on the measured breaths of your chest, your breasts rising with each pass.

“That’s not the only reason.” He retorted with a shake of his head. He leaned in close, noses almost touching as he spoke. “Don’t move.”

You said nothing as he bent down, continuing your failed task of picking up the broken bits of ceramic. You observed him dutifully gathering each piece, piling them into one large hand. His face looked pensive, as if he was trying to solve an equation in his head. You leaned against the island for support and bit your lip, unwilling to give into the lecherous thoughts that haunted you at night and managed to infiltrate your dreams.

“Nice dress.”

His compliment made you pause, looking down to meet that familiar smirk. He’d set what was left of the mug onto the counter, the floor relatively clear of large fragments. His fingers now played with the hem of said dress, the flowy material dancing in the air and away from your body.

“Thanks.”

Your voice was small. The apprehension so clear that you could both taste it. He found it funny. You found it humiliating.

He slowly straightened, taking the fabric with him as he gathered it to just above your knees.

“Color looks good on you.”

Again, the juvenile warmth of his praise sent you reeling further into anxiety’s waiting arms. Inwardly, you were responding to every lick of his lips and quirk of his eyebrow. Your thighs shifted restlessly against each other, waiting for that satiation that you hadn’t felt in forever. Outwardly though, you remained as skittish as a wild horse. You were as much on the edge of pleasure as you were on retreating.

“Thanks.” You said with a pleasant smile, wanting to conceal the yearning that bubbled just under the surface. You smoothed out the hunter-green fabric that rested against your abdomen, hoping to urge his hands away from you and the dress.

No such luck.

Instead, he ran his fingers up your skirt and along the outside of your thighs and hips, almost meeting the edge of your lace panties. Your traitorous body showed its hand, your nipples hardening in eagerness. Rio’s gaze predictably caught the action. And his face showed his approval.

“How long you been divorced?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion at his sudden curiosity. But the switch in topic had you alert again and somewhat clear of the fog he was so insistent on throwing you into.

“Why? What does that have to do with anything?” You questioned, stepping back from his body.

His hands fell away from you finally, but they didn’t stay idle for long. They skimmed over your hips, pressing your backside into the edge of the kitchen island.

“Answer me, mama.” He demanded, head craning down to meet your eyes. The intensity of his stare made you shift on your feet. He had an amazing poker face. A skill that left you envious.

“Two years.” You dutifully supplied, leaning backwards every inch that he moved in.

“It’s been that long then.” He commented with a nod, a finger tracing along the neckline of your dress, hovering just above your cleavage.

“That long for what?” You asked, taking note of the subtle ways in which his face changed. There was no trace of the teasing, light-hearted flirting that you’d become accustomed to seeing from him. He was serious. Almost as serious as the times he’d threatened your life. His touch was more insistent, telling you what he wanted rather than hinting. His mouth lowered to your ear, his nose brushing against your neck in a far too erotic manner. Your fingers itched to anchor yourself to him. You denied the request.

“Since someone stretched you out.”

A gasp caught in your throat, though you didn’t know if it was more from his words or his touch. He’d managed to slip a hand under your dress, tracing the crotch of your panties with a dexterous finger as he spoke.

“Wh-what do you mean?” You stammered, knuckles tightening against the edge of the counter you were currently gripping.

“I mean…” Rio started, lips brushing against the shell of your ear with each syllable. His finger barely teased your slit, but his voice more than compensated for the lack of physicality. “You haven’t had someone here,” He emphasized the word with a firm press of his finger against the soaked material that hid your clit from view. “In two years. Maybe more.”

You whimpered, biting your lip as he continued to manipulate your body. Your head screamed at you to stop, to pull away. But the sensation of his body pressed so firmly to yours was far too comforting to deny.

“You don’t know that.” You attempted, though the effort was obviously pointless. It was true. Since your separation and subsequent divorce from Paul, you’d barely been on a date, much less had sex. Your body was fiending for it...for him. And he knew it.

He scoffed, finding amusement in your words. He pressed his finger along the same dampened area, seeing your eyes roll into the back of your head. He licked his lips when your hand shot out to grasp at his wrist.

“Yeah, I do.” He affirmed with a nod, finger still teasing over your lace-covered slit. “He stepped out on you, didn’t he?” He continued, his eyes taking stock of the way you responded to his touch.

You had trouble focusing on the conversation he insisted on having while his hand was up your dress and practically in your underwear. You didn’t feel the need to supply an answer anyway. He already had all the information he needed.

“He didn’t deserve you.”

You were jolted back to reality by his words, straightening your spine and pushing his hand from between your legs.

“And what? You do?” You threw back, agitation seeping into your tone. You felt like he was patronizing you. He was always one step ahead. Always aware of the skeletons in your closet before you were.

“Never said that.” He said with a shake of his head, not stepping out of your space. His hands were off your body now, but the stains they’d left on you would remain there. They wouldn’t easily be erased. And you weren’t entirely sure that you wanted them to be.

“Why are you here?” You asked, trying to sound more confident than you felt.

“Business.”

“A simple call or text works for that.”

“Wanted to come in person.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders. He wore an expression of smugness, as if he knew something you didn’t, which was often the case.

“What do you want then?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” He retorted swiftly, lips pulled into a thin line.

The seriousness was back, his eyes nearly swallowing you as all humor became sucked from the room. The nerves in your stomach came back full force, the fear aiding them in their efforts. He was challenging you, apparently done with your lying.

“I…”

You didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how to even begin. He was too intimidating. Just too much.

“I-I can’t.” You finished lamely, shaking your head and looking down at your feet.

He tilted your chin up, his mouth only centimeters from yours as he dared you to move.

“Just say the word.” He rasped against your lips, his free hand cradling your cheek.

You let yourself stare back, taking in his dark lashes and the angles of his face. He confused you on many levels, angered you beyond belief. He made your life a living hell. And yet, you wanted him more than anything. More than the money and the thrill of crime. And somehow he was privy to it all. And he wanted to give it to you.

So you were going to let him.

“Kiss me.” You breathed out, your hands finally coming to rest on his chest.

He needed no further encouragement. His mouth settled over yours in a tangle of lips and tongues. He tasted like mint, his lips much softer than they looked. The scratch of his facial hair only added to the moment as you pressed further into him, asking him to take more.

He did.

His hands were rough, but not unpleasant as they trailed along your body. They had the marks of healed scars. Not to mention the blood of those who chose to cross him. They were everywhere and all at once. Your breasts, your neck, your waist, your ass. He kneaded where he knew you yearned for more and tenderly stroked the areas in between. You struggled to keep up as his hips pushed into yours, his own yearning making its presence known.

“We shouldn’t do this.” You managed to say between heavy breaths, Rio’s mouth attaching to your neck and sucking near your throbbing pulse.

“Why not?” He mumbled into your skin, hands unwilling to slow down.

“Things will get complicated.”

He pulled himself away from the crook of your neck, his thumb running over your kiss-swollen pout.

“Yeah, they will.” He said with a chuckle, that devilish smirk staring back at you.

It was all a blur after that.

Limbs intertwined together as you worked on the buckle of his pants while he pushed your dress up and over your hips this time. He harshly pulled the lace away, the elastic snapping against your thighs as it got caught before making its way to the floor. Your mouths didn’t separate, not even when he lifted you onto the counter. He pulled one side of your dress away, exposing the matching bra you wore underneath. Your pebbled nipples called to him and he responded, massaging the flesh with expert precision. You moaned and writhed like a woman possessed. Like a woman that hadn’t been laid in two years.

“Feels good?”

The roughened gravel of his voice made your walls spasm, the hint of self-assuredness causing a wave of arousal to seep from within you. You could only nod, wordlessly pleading with him to continue on. His touch ventured south to your spread thighs. You widened them, allowing him access to the place you needed him the most. He didn’t disappoint.

His fingers were long and probing as they penetrated your sex, slipping easily in. You gasped at the fullness, the stretch around him making your eyes squeeze shut. He let your body guide him as he rubbed at your clit, his fingers curling against your walls.

“I’m...god...I’m gonna cum.” You confessed, only somewhat embarrassed by the suddenness of your climax.

He worked hard and faster. Your nails dug into his back, your mouth landing on his shoulder as you struggled to not cry out. You bit down when the euphoria of orgasm washed over you, trapping his hand within you. He could feel every tremor he brought forth as you shook in his arms. It felt like it lasted for hours, your body unwilling to let the feeling be a fleeting moment in time.

“You still with me?” He asked, lips pressed to your temple.

You nodded, hissing when he removed his fingers from the confines of your body. You watched, feeling as if you were in a daze. He shifted his pants and boxers down, revealing his length to your ravenous eyes. The hand that had been so deeply embedded in you now wrapped around himself. He was long and hard, as rigid as his hands. You felt like a moth to a flame, hand reaching out to feel if he was real. He was.

You swiped your finger over the tip of him and were overcome with wanton pride at feeling the moisture that sat there. His jaw clenched in a way that you’d only ever seen him do in anger. He didn’t allow you to continue. In an instant he was wedged between your thighs, his body already pushing into your waiting sex. Even with the climax from his fingers, he was a tight fit. You both expelled breaths, his a mumbled curse and yours a throaty moan. You shut your eyes as a new burst of pleasure radiated from your core and traveled up your spine. There was only a brief moment of intimacy as he sat unmoving within you, letting your body adjust to him.

It was short-lived.

“Fuck...” He cursed as he began to fuck you into the counter, hands holding your hips in place.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he lavished yours with kisses and bites, each thrust of his hips causing his teeth to graze your skin. The chill of the marble countertop beneath your bare ass cooled your overheated skin. You bit your lip so hard you could taste blood as he filled you over and over, each pass making your walls accept more of him. He was deep and hitting that gloriously elusive spot that sat within your womb.

He cupped your breasts while you scraped your nails down his back, hearing him growl in response. The sound made you yearn to hear more. So, you did something you’d always wanted to do...you licked the ink on his throat. You decorated his skin with tantalizing kisses, your tongue aiding your actions. He shivered against your lips, the reaction making your walls clench around him. He was, at least for the moment, a slave to your ministrations. And it was a high unlike any drug you’d ever encountered.

It was animalistic fucking at its finest. He hit every nerve, soothed every ache. The union of your bodies was enough to send you sailing off the proverbial cliff, but his touch kept you tethered to solid ground, longing for more. He rocked his hips mercilessly into you, making your back arch at an almost painful angle.

“Right there, huh?” He teased, feeling you squeeze around him in raw desire. “Yeah, that’s the spot.”

You whimpered and tensed when he savagely rubbed your swollen clit, forcing your legs to tighten around him. He laughed, the sound ominous in your ringing ears. You could only hold on as he delivered the sweetest torture you’d ever felt. You spread your thighs wider, trying to get him closer than humanly possible. You opened your neck up to him, letting him have access to your bare flesh. You wanted him all over you and leaving a scorching trail of hunger in his wake.

It was manic. It was frenzied. It was passionate. And it all combined into a seductive elixir that made fireworks burst from within.

“Shit...I’m cumming.” You warned, feeling him double his efforts. Every muscle went taut with blinding pleasure as that coil finally snapped. You felt weightless, and yet the firm body still driving into your depths made you feel sublimely solid. And whole. More whole than you’d felt in the entirety of your marriage.

It was on the tail-end of your climax that Rio found his. His hips stuttered as he grunted and groaned, releasing himself into you and painting your walls. His fingers dug into the flesh of your inner thighs while his face burrowed into your chest and neck. It was as uninhibited as you’d seen him. And you were addicted to the sight.

You both heaved with shallow breaths, the exertion of each of your climaxes literally taking the air from your lungs. The room smelled of sex and instant regret as you straightened in Rio’s arms. He separated from your body, eyeing you as he redressed. You shifted your dress back together to cover your bra, the mess between your thighs preventing you from closing them completely.

Before you could say anything, Rio reached up and cradled your cheek. He played with your bottom lip, his thumb once again finding the appendage. His eyes took in every part of you, as if he hadn’t fucked you senseless seconds before. He licked his lips in that dangerous way that let you know his thoughts were on more than just money.

“Business is good?” He asked, warm palm still pressed to your cheek.

“Yeah, it is.”

“Cool, cool.” He nonchalantly replied, hand leaving your face as he stepped back from your debauched body. “I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You said with a nod, pushing your dress further down over your thighs, a lame effort to protect any modesty you might’ve still possessed. He smirked at the action.

“Might wanna clean up the mess.” He said with a cheeky upturn of his lips, hands gesturing to the remaining fragments of ceramic that still littered the floor but eyes locked solely to the spot between your legs. The place he knew he’d left a part of himself.

You bit your lip and nervously played with the hem of your dress, feeling his eyes bore into you. Despite still being fully dressed, you felt naked to him. Bare. Exposed. Vulnerable. You hated it.

He retreated, facing you as he walked backwards towards the front door. You watched him from over your shoulder, still unsure of what to make of the whole situation.

“And lock your door from now on. All kinds of madmen running around these streets.” He quipped, eyes lighting up at his own joke.

He was gone as fast as he’d arrived, causing havoc and then leaving without a second thought. The door closed with a crisp click at his exit, the house now feeling bare without his foreboding presence.

You didn’t move from your spot. You remained on the counter, Rio still leaking from your walls and your dress still disheveled despite your best efforts. Your mind raced with thoughts, each one riddled with panic. His unexpected visit left you with more questions than answers, all of which were tinged with fear. What did this development mean for you? Did it actually mean anything? Or was he simply taking what was so obviously laid out in front of him?

Did it matter?

No. It didn’t.

Because although he may have indulged your craving, your appetite was far from being fulfilled.

#rio good girls #rio #good girls rio #good girls nbc #nbc good girls #rio x reader #rio x you #rio imagine #rio fanfiction #rio fanfic

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rainbowsky · 3 years ago

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Did a candid conversation accidentally give away GGDD’s relationship?

This has come up multiple times and I’ve been trying to find good audio for it. The clip claims that GG and DD are in conversation with the Untamed producer when she asks, “You two have been together for a year now?” and GG says “Yes” before DD points out the camera.

The audio is always muffled, or sometimes the video has music over top of it, so it’s difficult to verify what’s being said. However thanks to some kind Anons we have a fairly clear clip now, which can be found here.

I’ve heard many different takes on this conversation. Some fans feel strongly that she’s talking about the end of filming, others feel strongly she’s talking about how long they’ve been together. This debate has been going back and forth for as long as that clip has existed.

What is happening in the clip?

I ran the clip by two trusted BXG, @potteresque-ire and @knivescharade, and also got some feedback from others via my previous post.

@knivescharade had this to say:

the gist of it is, she says something like ”你们...一年了“ - directly translated, its "you two... one year already". in mandarin, it COULD mean 1) the two of you have been together for a year 2) the two of you... it's been a year, (how time flies).

and also, a sentence like that can be deliberately misleading in mandarin - you can MEAN to tell them, its been a year, but there's an underlying implication of "you guys have been together for a year"

sometimes the videos themselves (like this one) are very hard to understand, because of the way its casually spoken. this is one of the most speculated one i think. even today there are still cpfs examining it. so... all i can say is, fangjie says, "you two... it's been a year."

yeah the reaction afterwards is the best part hahaha, thats why cpfs are sure that fangjie meant that they've been together for a year

the volume is soft, and a lot of it picked out by lip-reading, but WYB basically says something like 不如破罐子破摔吧 which means, why not just smash the (cracked) pot and be done with

the volume is truly very soft and till now i’m still not super sure about it, but i can vaguely hear it, which is likely because he knows there are cameras on them, but given what just happened, contextually it seems like they noticed that the cameras caught what fangjie said, and wondered if they should just give up the game (rainbowsky note: basically jokingly saying, “we might as well just out ourselves now and have done with it”).

@potteresque-ire had a different take on it:

I'm not sure about the subtitles. Fang Jie did ask something one year, but it sounded more like "the filming was done one year ago" for me. And I just read c-turtles hearing the same thing as I did. So I'm not the (only) one who's unsure about this.

Gg's answer also isn't very clear. He might have asked "It's been a year already?" ... but his gesture didn't match that of someone who had just been asked a sensitive question.

The timing of Fang Jie's question is also ... suspicious. Given the sensitive / personal nature of the question, it would be impolite to ask that right after saying hello.

@theji said in their reblog of my previous post:

I listened to this clip many times when I first saw it. Indeed the question can be taken to mean different things. The lady said something like ‘you guys have already…one year right?’. Either the audio was cut off or that’s what she actually said cos people don’t always speak in full sentences in casual conversations. It could refer to their relationship or perhaps she meant finished filming CQL. Up to individual interpretation.

I agree GG looking flustered and immediately being on guard when he realised they were being filmed was a bit 👀. But perhaps he was just surprised cos he thought filming has ended. Or maybe he misinterpreted the lady’s question (like she was asking about work but he thinks she’s asking about their relationship), hence that reaction. It’s not the first time that happened anyway, I recall there was an interview that GG got all flustered when asked about wearing pants wrongly. DD had to tell him the interviewer meant wearing it back to front (and not them wearing each other’s pants by accident, which was what BXGs speculated GG had in mind).

DD’s reaction too. First he said '装’ (pretend). I liken it to one of the interviews where he said GG always pretends in front of the camera. So he could be being a gremlim and just teasing GG for his reaction. The second part when DD allegedly said 破罐子破摔, that I’m not too sure. I really couldn’t hear it properly and I can’t lip read well. In any case, just to explain the meaning of the phrase, it literally translates to 'further smash an already damaged jar’. The meaning is like if something is already flawed or if a mistake has been made, to just go with the flow and not rectify anything. So in the BJYXSZD context, DD could be (again jokingly) saying that since the 'confession’ was already caught on camera, why not just admit to it?’. Notice that GG ignored him.

My thoughts on it

I have always been skeptical of this clip just based on my own observation of the interaction, without being able to understand what was being said.

On the face of it, it seems weird to me that someone would come up to a closeted couple in a room full of people and say, “Hey, so you’ve been together for a year already! How time flies!” And it seems odd that someone as high strung as GG is when it comes to topics like that would just blithely say, “A year already?” and not show any discomfort or paranoia until it’s pointed out that there are cameras present.

As for the startled reaction when GG sees the camera, I think it’s not at all unusual to feel startled when you’re having a candid conversation - even a completely innocent one - and then suddenly realize someone was filming you the whole time. Particularly if you are a star and are always trying to be conscious of the type of impression you are giving on camera.

It’s possible that response was also in part due to having been distracted from the purpose of the event, like, “OH, that’s right, we’re supposed to be doing this press event and here I am chatting with someone as though I’m standing at the bus stop!! Oops!”

Another theory

Having said all of that, I trust BXG who insist that there’s more to the interaction. I think @knivescharade made a particularly good point, that people often say things with double meanings when they are trying to speak covertly.

I think it’s entirely possible that GG thought they were talking about filming and DD thought they were talking about the relationship. It wouldn’t be the first time they heard different things and reacted accordingly.

If GG thought Fang jie was asking about filming and DD thought she was asking about their relationship, that would explain everything for me.

If GG thought it was an innocent conversation yet was still quite startled when the cameras were pointed out, it’s possible he was doing as I mentioned previously - just reacting how almost anyone would who suddenly realized they were being filmed. But there’s another possibility.

It could be that GG was responding more to DD’s tone in warning of the cameras than the actual situation. If DD’s tone was one of warning, that would be enough to make GG startle and do a double-take and wonder if he’d said anything inappropriate. GG and DD are very attuned to each other and communicate a lot to each other with few words.

If DD thought they were talking about the relationship, his tone in warning GG of the cameras would likely communicate a lot more than just “There are cameras,” but could easily communicate, “Why are you speaking openly about us when there are cameras?” If you look at GG’s reaction from that perspective, his reaction fits.

When DD mentions ‘pretending’, it could be in reference to their relationship being a romantic one rather than just friendship, or it could be in reference to how long they’ve been together (maybe longer than a year), or it could be teasing GG, there are many possible interpretations.

To me, the strongest evidence that the moment might have been about GGDD’s relationship and not about filming is actually the whole, ‘broken pot’ thing some people claim DD said later. I can’t think of a sensible explanation for why he’d say that unless he was joking to GG about coming out.

So perhaps DD thought the exchange was about the relationship, and that’s why everything took the turn it did when DD pointed out the cameras and then later joked about the cracked pot.

Verdict: Inconclusive

I think we can safely conclude that there is no way to know for sure what’s happening here. The clip is really open to interpretation. Everyone should just enjoy it in whatever way makes sense for them.

For my part, I’m going to stick with the ‘GG heard one thing, DD heard another’ theory because it’s something I’ve seen them do before, and it fully explains why the exchange is interpreted differently by different people and why it appears both interpretations are credible.

Update From @theji

Based on a clip with clearer audio, and a newly posted YouTube clip.

In all the clips that I've ever watched, Fang-jie still says "You two have already...one year." She definitely did not say anything explicitly about them ''being together". Although like in your previous post, this part is up to individual interpretation and the ''together'' part could be implied.

So if Fang-jie knows about them, and they know that Fang-jie knows, then the way she phrased her question could then really be referring to the relationship without spelling out everything. I've seen some other narrative saying GG responded with a ''yes, one year already" or something to that effect. I have not seen any evidence of this part, and definitely not in these 2 clips.

Something in the youtube clip that I disagree with. After Fangjie's qn, GG turned over and said "这这.." (or sth like this, which could mean "this this" or ''here here"). I don't agree that GG was trying to change the topic out of embarrassment; rather I think he was responding to someone at the back, maybe a staff asked him sth. GG is a polite man, even if he was embarrassed and trying to change the topic, I don't think it's like him to turn away from Fang-jie while talking to her cos that's just rude. He could have spoken to her face about the new topic. Also, DD turned back around the same time so I believe someone was talking behind them.

Also, GGDD only began to look flustered/embarrassed after that part when they somehow realised that the camera was there. If GG didn't know they were filming before, why the need to change the topic? Also, when DD said 'wow, pretend', he might not be reminding GG to pretend as the video suggested. Again, this part is up to interpretation but I still think it might be him poking fun at GG for his attempt to play it cool.

One thing that made me more suspicious now, which I didn't notice before was DD fake laughter after the ''pretend". GG also had the awkward laugh but it's not unusual, we've heard him laugh this way before but honest, straightforward DD doing a fake laugh? Coupled with the awkward expression, I think he did feel a bit awkward at that moment, like ''oops did we just...hurhur'"

Again, I can't be sure about the cracked pot part because I can't hear anything but looking at the bilibili video and if I imagine hard enough, the lip reading might really be that. I think I can make out 2 words that fits the phrase but I can't verify it. But the suspicious thing is, DD said out loud "since it's like that" but the cracked pot part he deliberately lowered the volume or simply mouthed the words. Also, when he said that, he was actually not looking at GG (vs when he said "pretend'') and I don't think GG was even looking at him. So perhaps he meant for that phrase to be hidden/not discovered, in his gremlin style. So I don't think he was telling GG to ''go with the flow'', even if that was what he was thinking. Probably at that moment, both of them were like ''oh, pretend nothing happened...''

Compared to the last time, my belief that this moment was about their relationship strengthened a little, maybe 75%? But after watching both clips multiple times, my verdict remains the same as before, that it's suspicious but ultimately inconclusive.

What about the theory that one of them understood it one way and one the other way, which I discussed in my post? Do you think that's a possibility?

I think it's a possibility but I'm inclined towards GG being the one who thinks the qn was about the relationship while DD interpreted it as about work, cos while they both looked a little flustered initially, GG appears to have a bigger reaction. GG seems to me like the kind who would let his 'guilty conscience' get the better of him and end up exposing some things, whereas DD can hold it in better. But bcos they are so attuned to each other, DD gathered very quickly (based on GG's reaction/ the looks they exchanged) what he and GG interpreted was different. Hence the 'pretend' and fake laughter, meant to poke fun at GG a little and maybe to settle GG's nerves a little via small jokes?

The cracked pot thing is a moot point cos I'm not even sure it is valid but assuming it is, then I think it's also DD's way of trolling/poking fun at the situation/GG to diffuse the tension. Since he didn’t seem to be looking at GG when he said that, my assumption would be that he deliberately lowered his volume such that only GG could hear him. It's meant to tease. But GG ignored him, he's probably freaking out a little internally.

2019's GG hasn't evolved to become the confident and bold Boss Xiao of today so I think these things, like mistakes, missteps etc, bother him more so he overreacts more. DD has always been more confident or rather, doesn't let his insecurities show so even if he felt a bit awkward or if there was a 'shit, what just happened' moment, he'll be able to work it off quickly. Cos in reality nothing incriminating was being said and nobody admitted anything.

Which could also explain why he said the cracked pot thing. "Just pretend nth happened, they don't have anything on us anyway..." which also reminded me of this thing that cbxg use to describe DD whenever he does/say something embarrassing but doesn't express any emotions or reactions outwardly. "So long as I'm not embarrassed, the embarrassed one would be you." (Basically thick skinned). The logic here is similar to the cracked pot thinking.

Although I do feel that there is another layer that hasn't been fully explored.

I suspect they were together before The Untamed, and possibly even before the first DDU episode they did together in 2017. It makes me skeptical of the idea that they might be responding to the comment that they had been together for a year.

It is possible that is another aspect of the whole issue for them, trying to maintain the facade of having only been together for a short time. That could be what 'pretending' was all about.

But we will never know, so everyone is free to CPN to their hearts content.

Verdict remains inconclusive.

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floralovebot · 3 years ago

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How do you think Helia’s “i’m just gg to disappear becuz ive fucked up and i feel like it” tendency affected his relationships with others. Like the guys, or Flora and even Saladin. Like do you think it might have given them trust issues regarding his reliability?

oooo... very nice question.

The really interesting thing about Helia's escapism tendencies is that they almost always come out of left field. Like it completely surprises them every time it happens, even more so the first time it happened. And this is mostly because Helia himself comes off as a very reliable and trustworthy person. I mean Timmy called Helia to help them like after a month of knowing each other and it's like? He didn't even warm up to Brandon that fast. Helia never really gives people reason to believe that he would just... leave or that they can't rely on him. So when he does actually get up and leave, it always surprises them (add on that he never tells them beforehand unlike characters like Bloom).

Ironically enough, Flora is probably the least bothered by it despite her being (arguably) the person he's hurt the most by doing this. The thing is... Flora completely understands it. Remember in the first season when she was fully prepared to live in the fucking swamp because the girls were mad at her? Flora 100% understands what it's like to disappoint people and to want to fully fuck off because of it. And while she is often confused about why he got upset in the first place, she never hates him for leaving. Flora cares about Helia so much that no matter how many times he leaves, she'll always try at least once to get him to come back. And since his escapism tendencies majorly calm down after he realizes how much he loves them, it never really affected their relationship in a negative way and it certainly doesn't affect how she views him in the future. If anything, I'd say these times strengthened their relationship and understanding of each other.

Now the Specialists on the other hand... I find it hilarious and also really sad how they got more hurt than Flora did. I really want to talk about Timmy in particular because he was the one who was most affected whenever Helia left. I've said this before but before Helia, Timmy really didn't have a super close best friend on the specialists team. Sky and Brandon were already besties and he practically hated Riven before he got better so he was majorly in need of a close friend. Then Helia comes along and he's not this super macho man who keeps making fun of him?

It gets missed if you're not paying attention to the specialists as much but Timmy fucking idolized Helia for a while. He had this idealized version of Helia in his head that could do no wrong and would always be the perfect friend. And that's why Helia ditching them affected him so much. While Flora reacted with confusion and sadness, Timmy got angry. He was genuinely hurt that Helia was being a bad friend and couldn't understand why. In fact, it was literally Riven that had to tell him "bro you're being weird Helia isn't perfect no one is calm your tits". This didn't actually make their relationship worse though, it made it better. Timmy had to go through this little self realization moment where he realized that he was placing impossible standards of "goodness" on Helia and how that wasn't healthy for either of them. It made him take a step back and go "yeah we're friends but I can't expect him to be perfect all the time and I can't rely on him like that". It made their relationship more even, balanced, and ultimately a lot healthier.

Saladin is sad because he mostly just feels disappointed and potentially even guilty. It's hard to say exactly how he feels since we don't get a lot of inner dialogue with him, but we know that Saladin cares deeply about Helia and that he really just wants what's best for him. Saladin mostly seems to be sad that Helia feels like he can't rely on him or that he needs to escape every now and then to be happy. He gets disappointed in himself for not being able to help Helia properly. And this shows up really clearly when it's shown how much he's willing to help Helia escape and how happy he is when Helia actually makes a decision.

It's honestly really funny but no one ever actually distrusts him afterward and they don't rely on him less. They often get confused about why he's left in the first place, but then once the situation gets explained they always understand and agree with him. If he ends up hurting Flora they get mad at him but he always made up for it and apologized properly so they never actually stayed mad for long (and they didn't hold a grudge against him - something they often do with the guys).

I think, for the most part, Helia's escapism was really tied to feeling like he didn't belong anywhere and trying to escape from really harsh expectations and rules. And once he realizes that he is free from all of that when he's with the specialists and winx, he stops trying to escape from his life. At the end of the day, they know that he'll be there when they need it even when he's going through one of his moods.

#awhh i made myself sad #winx helia #long post #answered #anonymous #mine.metas

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accio-victuuri · 3 years ago

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BoXiao : Endorsement CPNs

Just listing a few of my favorites, where we clowned so hard with what appears to be bxg biased signs from brands. Mostly 2020-2021. This was supposed to be a simple post but it got a little bit out of hand. So. Here you go. Enjoy!

Note: If you don’t like CPN posts, just scroll along. If you don’t like BJYX — this is not for you. don’t hurt yourself and skip this post.

1. RoseOnly - I will not add the RoseOnly x Peace Elite collaboration here anymore cause most of the people reading this should be familiar. A little bit of my thoughts on that are here.

Now let’s move on to other clownery, cause when I said we did see some 👀 before, I meant it.

• GG’s campaign with them where he showcased a bunny with rainbow colored flowers. They could be showcasing all the kind of flowers they have or LGBT friendly advertising. After all, All love is love. 🌈

• For Roseonly’s 8th anniversary, GG had a campaign and VCR w/ them and that big 8 flower. 8 means bo. It’s truly used for the anniversary but of course we CPN cause we are clowns.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwGnDR4zspI

• During Web’s promo for rules of my world and when his teaser photos came out— RoseOnly released a photo of a black rose ( same color as Web’s clothes in the teaser ) with the caption:

You’re the coolest guy in my heart.

• When they were doing a teaser for their new endorser, some people were pointing out that the silhouette looks like Bobo. lol. Twins!

• All the references to the Lonely Planet and Little Prince for this promotion. We all know that they both love LP and whether this is CPN or a personal preference— we’re claiming it!

• The green rose they once advertised with the caption I ONLY LOVE YOU. and with the green rose symbolizing innocence, simplicity and forever young. Green and those keywords, who do you remember?

• In 2019, they did a selling bundle with Shu Uemura which was a brand Web was endorsing at that time.

• In a live, the color green and red rose were together — GG and Web colors.

• An Ad in their online store where the display is the Leo rose which is Bobo’s zodiac sign. and GG is holding Libra. Leo x Libra. And with the caption below for their advertisement. We know Web is the Leo of all Leos but it’s still 👀

The proud Leo has a child-like arrogant temper. Some people think they are not easy to get along with, but they don’t know that they just have not entered their hearts. Actually, Leo’s tenderness is only for the right person.

Some other thing that I will add here for reference but I don’t necessarily believe. Link from weibo.

• When GG was announced as their brand spokesperson and Web gave a clue in his post. Also GG making 3 different posts and kadian combinations.

I’m adding in this collab they had with Eleme, the same time Web was endorsing the brand.

I’m sure I missed a couple more from RoseOnly but that just depends on how clear your BXG glasses are. To me the most important is their Lonely Planet / Star campaign with GG last year.

2. Shu Uemura - This is one of the OG brands that Web endorses and who loves him very much. They signed him when he was not yet a big star and flew him to different countries. They treat him very well. 🤍

• The most recent one is from their Ad with Bobo and a red ribbon which made us all think of WWX. I can understand from an Ad perspective that it’s perfect to pair up with a red lipstick — but our brains are wired to CPN. Soooo. And this is not their first offense with stuff like this.

• This Ad featuring Bobo : - "博"君一笑 BJYX.

• For the promotion photos of this eyeshadow palette, the colors and look is similar to GG’s painting for the Guangdian album cover. Yes. This was done some time after the song was released.

• This one is more of a coincidence. Years apart, both on the same day, they posted about a collaboration with One piece. It’s their favorite Anime. GG as Luffy & Web as Roronoa Zoro.

3. Qeelin - will be very lazy with this one and copy/paste from my jewelry post. Take note that this Bobo design is not new and had always been a classic from Qeelin.

4. Kai Xiao Zao - Ah! KXZ! The brand that loves GG the most. So what signs did they give?

• Their recent new product is wontons. Who do we know that likes wontons? It reminded BXGs of the unofficial BTS when Web was nagging GG to eat Wontons.

• They used a well known BXG idiom:

"你是夏日限定, 也是来日方长"

5. Chunzhen - Endorsed by Bobo, and this is under Mengniu. It caused some drama— cause GG & Web are technically promoting the same company. but like, there are so many other c-ent artists endorsing this brand.

• They posted for this year’s Qixi, stating in the Caption that Bobo is able to balance love and work. Really? How did they know? And they had made a character called XIAO ZHEN for qixi ( a cartoon girl with blue hair ).

• Zhenguoli ( endorsed by GG ) and Chunzhen drinks which are under the same company posted graphics of the two drinks together. 👀

• Also since it’s both under the same umbrella company, and both yogurt drinks— you can see their boxes together in shops.

6. Stride - In Bobo’s box set initial release, 3 flavors were included and one of them is passionfruit or bai xiang guo ( bxg ). Of course, bxgs bought it because we were represented. ✌🏼

Also in a message, the brand acknowledged BXGs but later had to delete it because of well— you know who.

Dear Moto/Passion Fruit fans,

Thank you for your support to Hyunmai's spokesperson~. The gift box endorsed by Yibo is temporarily sold out, it is recommended You first collect and purchase, if it is sold later.

Please buy it as soon as possible~

7. Swarovski - endorsed by Web 🤍

• They had turtle charms and bracelets, which endeared them to BXGs.

• They had a bracelet where you can put charms and in their Ad, it spells YIBO. of course. However a BXG noticed that on their recommended letters to add next, the letters are XZ + heart with a dot.

• Last year’s promotion of a lock necklace— Web changed his Weibo header. ‘Lock love, lock you.’

• His May 2020 Mother’s day promotion video that includes a confession (?). I know this is far off but the line used:

“ I love you, want you to see. I am Wang Yibo, this is my unique confession" is so similar to GG’s Bazaar confession.

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8. Budweiser -- What we basically CPN about them is that they are an LGBT friendly brand and it’s always a plus when our boys endorse those kind of companies.

• Here you can find the CPN on the can that GG supposedly created with them.

• Their ad about ALL LOVE IS LOVE.•

An earlier Ad that had two male leads. and another one recently released with same sex couple. 🌈

Also they did a collab with G-shock which is a brand that Web endorses.

9. Man Han Feast Noodles

• The most recent one is GG playing the Guqin ala LWJ and looking out the window to see the moon ( again ala LWJ ). Best part is GG looking like he would burst out laughing and they kept in the Ad.

• In their Mother’s Day post one line says “if you love someone you’ll always encourage them to eat more”. Sounds like a familiar gesture right? Who do we know nags each other to eat?

10. Zenith Do I even have to explain this?

• GG chose a rainbow watch from Zenith collection for Qixi Festival. 🌈

11. Mengniu - Oh well, just last week they had to clarify as an Ad from them was seen with the words: "并肩于雪山之巅" = BJYXSZD. (Side by Side at the snowy mountain top)

12. Anta/ Li-ning - I’m adding it here cause the store owners in this video brought out GG/Web standees together 😂 Context is, there was a BJYX gathering going on so they took that out cause they knew the attendees loved them.

Plus this shopping app that put them together.

I’m capping this post here and will update this sometime in the future. However the ones I added here stood out to me or I experienced when it came out. I wanted to add Luckin Tea / Lays / Olay but that will be for another time.

As with all the CPN, feel free to not believe any of these and just take it as a coincidence. Or people clowning and reading into things more than they should. lol. Whether these are intentional or not, BXGs are always there to support the boys whenever they can. 🙏🏼

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