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holdyourwine · 2 years

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Oh Eywa, Is She Not The Word Beauty Itself?

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ featuring Neteyam Te Suli Tsyeyk’itan, Omaticayan female self-insert character 2.8k words, timeskip mentioned; Neteyam and his beloved are 17 years old, suggestive theme, fluff

HIS BEAUTEOUS BRIDE ;

˗ˏˋ(.n) He yielded the universe for her, to make his love its way to be poured upon her fair skin. Far from home, Awa’atlu, reminding the promise he had made in the last minute of their feet upon the ground of their homeland. ´ˎ˗

Somewhere in Pandora during an eclipse, where the sea breeze sweeps its cold into their faces, where the fire illuminates the glee that etched on everyone’s visages. Where the music has not stopped playing its harmony until dawn reaches them. The Navi, and their consorts and descendants, following with Sullys, are showered with the opulence of foods and wine— that dine of warriors worthy of their fights.

As if the musician’s lyre is not enough to cradle their blithesome all night, the sight of two dancing flower girls set their feet near the fire in their midst sure gives all Metkayinan a surprised yet amused complexion. Just one man that stands with most different glint in his eyes, you happen to see the glamorous feelings within his golden eyes. His orbs meet hers, down to the scene of her soft hands which reaching, curling, swaying, just to create dance movements, as those golden hands of Tyan; the musician, start strumming upon those strings to create a mellifluous melody.

“Oho? Is she not, the sweet lover of Neteyam?” Ao’nung’s question for sure pulls a proud yet sheepish glare from the eldest of Sully; Neteyam, as he laughs it off. The son of Tonowari only chuckles to nothing but his friend, Rotxo, feeling his own content of being able to tease his friend— as if Neteyam is sure enough his smitten side is not overlooked in his expression amongst the other Na’vi, in truth, it is not. It is not even a secret that there is a spark, such an attachment entangles the two souls.

Ignoring their furor upon the two dancing angels; Neteyam’s lovely woman and Tsireya, he sits in silence as he enjoys the music, and the curve of her body, barely noticing his little brother ; Lo’ak, joining his clarity of watching their beloved. The youngest son of Sully moves the cup made by a dried fruit shell in his hand slightly, to see how the liquid brushes its container before it fills his mouth. With the beauty of that Metkayinan whose skin becomes one with his darling’s during the entertainment, Neteyam notices the spark that Tsireya throws is giving an effect to his little brother. “Are they not lovely, bro?”

With one proud glance, Neteyam nods. “Indeed, she is.”

Another strum upon the lyre hits the atmosphere as his darling gracefully swaying her body, thin arms divide the air alongside the soft strands of her crown brushes her glimmering countenance— she dances, dances, with the splendor of her own beauty. For his yellow eyes, the whole scenery is enchanted by the charm of her, stopping the time as the only souls left were him and his dearest. Neteyam rests his face atop his palm as he savors the sight before him ; the minimal white silk and chiffon fabric that covers her chest and lower body, still exhibits the curvature of her body due to the transparent cloth. Yet his gaze also catches the other males’ liking to the delicate move of the half-blood Na’vi’s blue body, some has a concealed lust within their irises, to that very body he hugged the night before, where his hands roamed, and the said thoughts once again providing him such pride.

O how he really wants to rip their filthy eyes out of its skull, for the treason of besmirching his darling’s body with their full of lust glances. They do not deserve to look at her tame eyes, and her skin is not a mere entertainment to please their hungry looks.

Ah, seems like her shimmering orbs meet his golden ones. A satisfied hum leaves Neteyam’s lips as he realizes his darling has not put any effort let alone intention to break their tender locked gaze. The last minute of lyre reaches the end as a sweet smile etches her ripe lips, her feets bring her slender arms swaying its way to the dance, meeting with Tsireya’s body before dividing the air back to her own chest, her eyelashes that shadied the dark irises beneath them just giving the more spice for her unvoiced loving stare. She is such a sweet woman, and Neteyam feels pleased enough to know that she is.

The furor coming from their cheering fills the air following with praises, before others get occupied with the previous meal they had minutes prior to the fascinating show, still, in some of their topics, they talk about the attractive (former) Omaticayan and flatter her still. Just by the moment, Neteyam realizes his family members have a silly smile on their face as their stare lingers on him. “Uh, what?”

“You sure be lucky to have her, bro.” A nudge from Lo’ak can be felt on his bicep.

“Shush now, Lo’ak.”

“Really? You are dismissing it? Oh, have you already grown bored of her?” An annoying tease comes unexpectedly from Kiri who laughs, later waving her hand in the direction of his lover.

Neteyam grunts, placing his hand on top of her head to disarray her hair. “What a lie, I would never be enough with the sight of her, Skxawng.”

“Really?” A soft voice joins the siblings’ jest, as the maiden bends down a bit to caress Neteyam’s shoulder; trying to get his attention.

A wide smile is shown on his face, as his hand joins hers. “Of course, my love. Have I looked like it?”

“Nope, but if so, then you would not mind coming with me?”

A whistle comes from his younger brother’s lips, which to be answered with a nudge on his arm from Kiri. “Come one, we should give the couple their space.”

As they leave with laughter, joining Tuk and their parents, Neteyam glances back to those doe yellow eyes, feeling her tail trails its trace softly on his thigh. A content sigh leaves his lips as he stands up, hand resting on her hip as he escorts her out of the place. As the crowd’s noises mute down, he can hear the happy giggle, as it pulls the same delicate smile on his face, Neteyam feels her hand now guiding him to a place near the shore.

“That place?”

“Huum!” She nods, linking her arm on his as she drops her head on his bicep. Neteyam chuckles, another hand flies to pat her soft straight hair, showing no sign of rejection upon visiting their special place that they discovered a year ago not long after they first arrived in Awa’atlu. Times like this, in silence, are the ones he cherishes; to have his darling by his side.

As they arrived there: a secluded cave that meets the water below, has a soft gasp. She tilts her head in happy demeanor as she urges him to sit, on the cozy spot they usually take for sleeping, but now, it is adorned with some cushions and mat; which she herself made. Noticing the confused yet amazed look on his face, she gives the explanation. “I want to sleep comfortably tonight, in here.”

“Then, sleep comfortably you will.” Neteyam answers with a relaxed manner as he rests his back against the rock wall, hand patting the spot beside him to signal that he wants her to be on his side.

To his surprise, his lover shakes her head in rejection, as she places her foot in front of another on the ground— left hand is placed on her chest, whilst another one is holding the edge of her bottom skirt in the air, slightly bending her body; a form of honor before one starts her dance. Noticing something, a small ‘oh’ leaves Neteyam’s lips. A big smile comes to her face as she sways her body in a jolly manner.

“Lady, not enough dancing minutes ago?” Neteyam finds a comfortable position to watch his darling; letting his elbow be his pedestal, half laying.

“Oh, not enough indeed, for I have not been an amusement for your own eyes.”

An eye roll is his answer, yet he still hypes her up with every slow movements; becoming exotic. Yes, the smile never falters from his face, proudly examining the curve of her body. And, indeed. She is for his eyes only, times like this. His brows rise, when the sight of her hand slowly detaches the white cloth on her chest in her dancing.

Eywa, she is so magnificent. So perfect.

Her yellow bright orbs wander, eyelashes illuminating the look in her eyes as she comes close, seductively moving her body near his but not enough to make a skinship. He straightens his position, ought to place his hands on her hips. “Come here.”

The bioluminescent dots glow at its finest on her bare body, as she finally places herself on his lap. He can feel her tail once again trailing on his thigh, as he runs his hand on her back. Those hands of hers start caressing his biceps, up to his shoulders as she holds them tightly, feeling his muscle. “Oh, how lucky I am to have such a mighty warrior like you, Nete.”

Her sweet voice drips like a honey on his skin, cradling his very being in its sweetness. As he disguises the yellow orbs, Neteyam grasps the plush skin of her hip. “And how fortunate I am to have such a rare beauty like you, Love.”

Eyelids batting open, all he can see is just her white teeth showing the canine fangs in between her wide smile. Returning the smile, Neteyam brings his fingertips to brush her spine, from just above of her tail to her nape, ever so slow, ever so soft it makes her shudder.

She can see how he closes his eyes, absorbing the feeling within as he lets his hands roam on her body, slowly slipping to her upper cloth. The maiden leans close, hands cradling his round face close to her as she peppers soft pecks on his cheeks.

Oh, she is so beautiful in his eyes; heavy breath fanning on his cheek, he can feel their chest colliding as his free hands drag her body close to his chest. “Neteyam …”

“Mhm?” He makes eye contact, noticing how the black pupils of hers dilated, in love, in admiration.

Her fingers trace the bioluminescence dots on his face, letting her lips meet the soft skin. She spends the whole time alone for her to appreciate her man’s beauty, kissing every inch of his cheeks, jaw, and neck. Neteyam lets out a groan when he feels her roaming hand on his chest, up and down just to caress him softly as she softly sucks on the skin near his collarbone; his sensitive area.

Whine leaves her lips when he grabs her chin, lifting her face up. As they said, eyes are windows to their souls; what his beloved can only see within those honey eyes is something equivalent to any loving words ever existed. Something equivalent to any prayers a devoted worshiper chants to his deity. Neteyam is smitten, oh so badly.

It feels like forever to take for granted, for their lips to finally meet in union. The plush texture of his lips meeting her soft and sweet pair, demonstrating the unspoken feeling. To say that they are two souls being one is an understatement, in this intimacy, Neteyam is her, and she is him. One. Each nibble on their lips, tongue slipping past to explore each other’s mouth, hands traveling on their body is never enough for them. They need more.

But, the constant need of air they breathe has to interfere. Breaking the contact, her fingers ghosting upon his cheekbones, before she snuggles close to his side. “I love you, I love you.”

It sounds like a prayer, a music, worthy of its elegant tone.

Neteyam places his hand on her nape, closing the distance between two yearning pairs of lips, swallowing what she left to say. His hold is gentle, speaking of how his big arm wraps her waist, chest to chest colliding, with her desperation to feel his love. With the difference their height have, and the chants his lips grant her, those legs of hers on each side of his body almost lost their composure for how weak they are under his dominance ; her arms cling around his neck, head looks up high to let the man devour herself.

The attachment of their bodies sure do give peculiar, and sweet sparks within ; which give him a strong attraction, and what he never felt before with anyone else but her, a sense of protectiveness and feeling that builds up in his stomach up to his chest. Only him who can taste her this way. He stops his kisses as his hands hike down to her thighs, making way for his lips to her jaw, down to her neck.

She tangles her fingertips between his braided hair, holding the butterflies from breaking free through her lower tummy. Oh, how she does not know what she has to react when Neteyam lowers her body on the soft surface of the sheet-covered ground, placing her head on the cushion pillow and gently letting her back meet it without breaking the kiss he performs on her body.

Small popping sounds are created in each open-mouthed wet kiss across her chest, yet his eyes trail up to meet her eyes once he feels he has done enough to smear his markings.

“Teyam—“

“Stop.”

And stop he does. The movement of his hands is not the only thing that stops, his heart too. Distancing from her plush skin, a puzzled look is evident in his poor eyes. She needs to make haste to avoid misunderstanding, so she lets her arms circle around his neck, pulling him into her embrace softly; letting his body rest on top of hers, head on her breasts.

“Home. Take me as your mate, in our home.”

Tranquility follows her voice, putting his heart in ease; he did think he had made a mistake. Later, Neteyam sneaks his arms beneath her to comfortably make her within his hold, lifting his head to let his chin rest on the middle part of her chest, eyes lovingly stare into her soul.

“Ah, right. I had promised you for it.”

Low hum vibrates on her chest which he lays upon, lips do not say a word yet her soft hands wander on her beloved’s back, up to his nape; Neteyam notices that her slim fingers pull the knot of his choker, letting it loose before she puts it beside her.

Drowned in her gentle act, he continues his sentences as she travels down to his right bicep; ever so slow doing the same on his armband. “What should I do to deserve a loving woman such as you, my love?”

A lovesick small smile comes into her lips, observing how he lowly purrs as he lays his cheek on her breast, feeling soft and relaxed as his darling softly caresses his bicep which is slightly reddened from the use of tight armband all day long. “Oh, darling. You need not do anything. I am just an ordinary one.”

By that answer, that oldest son of Sully makes a switch of their position, now having his little lover cuddled up on top of him in warmth. Neteyam places a loving kiss here and there on her forehead, dragging his lips on her soft hair; burying his mouth as prior to his confession.

“No. You, the one that Eywa has crafted by Herself; to take your maidenhood before Eywa, is it even enough to prove me worthy of Her creature?”

His fingers find the different texture of her upper back skin; a scar, bullet scar from the war almost 1 year ago. That remembrance itself brings a woeful smile on his lips. “You have me at your service, to protect you in a lifetime.”

A single tear that falls gracefully from her right eye, dripping onto his left chest; where his heart is located. Oh, she really wants to tell Eywa that she is indeed the happiest Na’vi alive on Pandora.

“Neteyam, my beloved, please stop. You own me, Eywa blesses this for She is always leading me to you, you to me.”

Trying to hide the tremble of her lips, she buries her face on the crook of his neck, hiding the joy, the blithesome feeling that breaks through her body. “I see you, love.”

“I see you.”

Surely, they shall walk amongst the ground as one of Omaticaya people, once again, back in their home, soon. For now, skin to skin shall they fall into slumber.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ [] repost bec TUMBLR DIDNT SHOW MY FICS UNDER THE TAG ARGHH anyway she really did detach her bra (??? whatever it is called) as a part of the dance movement kayy

#avatar atwow x reader #avatar x reader #avatar #neteyam sully #neteyam #anthology: his beauteous bride #neteyam x reader

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princess-xeon · 10 months

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i did it!!!!11!!!!1!

i parted my hair to the side! it was meant to happen. no matter how many times it reminds me of how insecure and sad i was in middle school all of that shit doesn't matter anymore! i am reborn everytime i rediscover love. love with a someone; a soul. love for glitter. love for music and connection. my spirit is sexy. biflexable. ever so shifting into many peoples planes of spirit and mind.

'A Dirty Shame' by John Waters may be his "worst film". but frankly i believe it to be one of his best! it's so genius and it ties right back into his filthy film routes. it reminds me of why i love myself and why i love the beauty that is me..

ever since the person at the merch booth at Frost Children's™️ George Clanton Tour Show sold me the cassette for their new album Hearth Room coming out this friday november seventeenth i have been feeling ever so transcendent. only 6 people in the entire universe got to listen to the album a month in advance. it was meant to be. now Angel and Lulu know how dedicated of a fan i am for their artistry. one day i will be working creatively with them or at-least touring with them or artists like them :3.

anyways, i can't wait to discover more experiences and opportunities. i am no longer afraid of the hardships or the consequences.

i love you! never forget ur transflexible state of being.

urs truly ~ anna ;3

ps i love punk 2000s Matthew Lillard and Spongebob Squarepants is my biggest kin besides Fluttershy.

#john waters #frost children

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melonthesprigatito · 4 hours

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I think my favourite piece of obscure Pokémon trivia is the Detective Pikachu movie confirms that apparently Angels with Filthy Souls (you know, the gangster movie from Home Alone) canonically exists as a movie people watch in the Pokémon universe as well.

#pokémon #pokemon #detective pikachu #detective pikachu movie

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aioleis · 5 months

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koʊroʊnzoʊn

"When you gaze into the abyss the abyss gazes into you" --Friedrich Nietzsche The name of the Dweller in the Abyss is koʊroʊnzoʊn, but he is not really an individual. The Abyss is empty of being; it is filled with all possible forms, each equally inane, each therefore evil in the only true sense of the word—that is, meaningless but malignant, in so far as it craves to become real.

These forms swirl senselessly into haphazard heaps like dust devils, and each such chance aggregation asserts itself to be an individual and shrieks, "I am I!" though aware all the time that its elements have no true bond; so that the slightest disturbance dissipates the delusion just as a horseman, meeting a dust devil, brings it in showers of sand to the earth. Listen:

Infinity Symbol (666) by Aphrodite's Child

koʊroʊnzoʊn (/Choronzon/) is a demon or devil that originated within writing with the 16th century occultists Edward Kelley and John Dee within the latter's occult system of Enochian magic.

In the 20th century, this spiritual dark entity became an important element within the mystical system of Thelema, founded by notorious occultist Aleister Crowley, where he is the Dweller in the Abyss, believed to be the last great obstacle between the adept and enlightenment.

koʊroʊnzoʊn is described as changing shape, which is read variously as an account of an actual metamorphosis, a subjective impression of Neuburg's, or fabrication on Crowley's part.

Thelemites believe that if he is met with proper preparation, then his function is to destroy the ego, which allows the adept to move beyond the Abyss of occult cosmology.

'naked savage', forcing him to drive it back at the point of a dagger.

"Mass of koʊroʊnzoʊn" is a ritual with the purpose of casting the energy of one's ego into the universe to effectuate an unknown desire.

deluded search for a false Holy Guardian Angel, or anything which the magician would mistake for his own profound genius itself.

Yet, koʊroʊnzoʊn might merely be the whisperings of obsession borne from a misguided quest for a spurious Holy Guardian Angel, or any phantom mistaken by the magician as the echoing grandeur of his own hidden genius.

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Hermetic Library, Chaos Magick Further Readings >

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koʊroʊnzoʊn lurks in the Abyss, he is Lord of shadows and darkness. He helps you look deep into the dark parts of your personality and mind to free yourself from your past. In many paths his function is to destroy the ego, which allows the Magician to move beyond the abyss of occult cosmology. In truth we do not cross the abyss once but many times in life, whenever we under take serious shadow work and self-reflection, or go through an initiation or rite of passage. It's the rich and powerful cycle of spiritual death and rebirth.

Each time we cross we integrate more of our shadow, as we cyclically uncover profound truths and revelations as we reflect in the dark mirror of our soul. Here koʊroʊnzoʊn waits for us, to guide us through the Shadow Lands.

The abyss can be a scary place, it is meant to be.

"Everything is superfluous and resplendent. The filthy iridescent puddles of diesel, the wreckage plagued by rust, the desperate vegetation crawling with parasites in the cracks of the concrete."

Here the shadow lie we don't want to face but know we must to evolve. A Magician has to make this inner journey through their lives to be at their full potential. There is no turning back. This Powerful attunement calls on the practitioner to remove their ego and gaze at themselves without flinching to explore their own dark side. koʊroʊnzoʊn will work with you to fully merge with your shadow self and be able to explore your memories and emotions and transmute negative feelings into positive energies to absorb that will increase your personal power in the present. Work with him to destroy your ego, let yourself flow as a Magician. Experience the power of death and rebirth. For confronting your inner demons, with koʊroʊnzoʊn at your side, learn to accept them and forgive them and use their energies to make you stronger as he helps you heal your past wounds. As master of the abyss, koʊroʊnzoʊn is Lord of the Shadow realms. He will work with your shadow to integrate it back yourself and turns the shadows cruel whispers into positive reflections.

#katadesmoi #Spotify #koʊroʊnzoʊn #Aphrodite's Child

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aviewfromtheclouds25 · 10 months

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I was shown this vision several months ago of the chaos and destruction still to come in the world and shared it on my previous Facebook page as a warning that things on this planet would continue to grow darker still, but that we each have the choice whether to act through love or fear. This illusion of a society is designed to make you fear everything. The dark forces in this world control humanity through fear. But fear isn't real. This society and all its systems aren't real. The dark forces created them, not God or any other name you give to the original source and creator of our universe. They created these systems to enslave humanity, to make people forget who they are inside. Through fear, hate, brainwashing and so many other ways. And all of them go against love. Love for ourselves as well as each other. And love is the ONLY truth. LOVE is what sets you free. But it is always our own choice, whether to choose love over fear. As I was shown in my vision... May we all remember to choose love; in all ways, always. <3

I saw “The End Times”

But it was not the End of Time.

The Lord showed me great towers crumbling to the ground

Just as some had fallen before,

But He wanted me to remember that in the cycle of life

When the Tower falls, that is when the World will begin anew once more.

But as I watched this vision of destruction,

A charcoal blanket of smoke and ash erased the sky,

And day gave way to dark, dark night.

And the people panicked as they fought to breathe,

And they pushed their brothers aside as they ran through the streets.

I saw the flames and the chaos and the riots,

I saw how the people turned on each other with sickening violence.

I saw the raging fire of Babylon,

I saw the Dark “Angels” who had long ago Fallen.

Consumed by the smoke and fire of their own creation,

I saw them seek to drag the people into their devastation.

As their bodies began to waste away, I watched the venom spill from their mouths,

Filthy black tar flying through the air and claiming the innocent.

I watched young children weep over the mothers who had sought to protect them.

I heard the world grieving.

I feel a world grieving.

“Do not be afraid”, I wanted to cry,

But my voice could not carry through the burning ash that claimed the sky.

Would that I could have implored humanity to not give into fear,

For the fear is how the Fallen Ones brought us to the darkness here.

And amidst the Armageddon, I heard a call from a small group of watchers like me

Who had found safe haven in the shelter of a large rock by a tree.

And together we stood and watched the world turn to ash,

And I wondered what it would take for humanity to turn back;

Away from fear, and back to their hearts,

Had they not turned on each other, could this rock have been that start?

Because the Prophecies had come and the Dark Ones had fallen for real,

But they had taught humanity fear and hate, and it was by these this fate was sealed.

Do not give into fear, I hear my soul cry,

Because fear is the darkness which allows day to be stolen by night.

Do not give into fear,

Hold onto the love in your heart.

Have faith, the sun will rise again

And this world will be free from the dark.

Do not give into fear,

Fear feeds the dark,

Remember your humanity is the Light inside of your own heart.

I saw “The End Times”;

But it was not the End

Of Time.

~ Written by Lullabies of Venus (my Facebook page).

#sharing this post here because it's important for people to understand that everything going on in the world right now #runs much deeper than what you can see on surface #but change is coming - see my next post here for more #so hold on and have faith folks #a new world is coming #yes I am a psychic medium #no this is not how I figured out all so many 'theories' as I was not fully tuned in to my abilities then #although it did mean my intuition has always been very strong so maybe that helped haha #have faith folks - the world is going to change very soon #prophetic vision #prophetic word #psychic #medium

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ico-no-clastic · 1 year

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BENEDICTION — CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

When, by an edict of the powers supreme, The Poet in this bored world comes to be, His daunted mother, eager to blaspheme, Rages to God, who looks down piteously:

—'Rather than have this mockery to nurse Why not a nest of snakes for me to bear! And may that night of fleeting lust be cursed, When I conceived my penance, unaware!

Since from all women you chose me to shame, To be disgusting to my grieving spouse, And since I can't just drop into the flames Like an old love-note, this misshapen mouse,

I'll turn your hate that overburdens me Toward the damned agent of your spiteful doom, And I will twist this miserable tree So its infected buds will never bloom!'

She swallows thus her hatred's foaming spit And, never grasping the divine design, She makes herself within Gehenna's pit The pyre suited to a mother's crimes.

Still, with an angel guarding secretly, The misfit child grows drunk on sunny air; In all he drinks or eats in ecstasy He finds sweet nectar and ambrosia there.

Free as a bird, he plays with clouds and wind, Sings of the Passion with enraptured joy; Tending his pilgrimage, his Guardian Must weep to see the gladness of the boy.

Those he would love watch him with jaundiced eye, Or, growing bold with his tranquillity, Look for a certain way to make him cry, Testing on him their own ferocity.

In bread and wine intended for his mouth They muddle filthy spit with dirt and ash; Hypocrites, all that he touches they throw out, And blame their feet for walking in his path.

His woman cries to all the countryside: 'Since he has found me worthy to adore I'll let the heathen idols be my guide And gild myself, as they have done before;

I'll sate myself with incense, myrrh, and nard, With genuflections, meats and wines galore, To prove I can in that admiring heart Laughingly claim the homage due the Lord!

I'll set on him my frail, determined hand When I am bored with this blasphemous farce; My fingernails, like harpies' talons, can Claw out a bloody pathway to his heart.

I'll dig the bright red heart out of his breast, A pitiful and trembling baby bird; To satisfy the dog I like the best I'll toss it to him, with a scornful word!'

Toward Heaven, where he sees a throne of gold, The Poet lifts his arms in piety, And brilliant flashes from his lucid soul Block from his sight the people's cruelty:

—'Be praised, my God, who gives us suffering As remedy for our impurities, And as the best and purest nurturing To fit the strong for holy ecstasies!

I know in Heaven there's a place for me Kept for the poet in celestial zones, And that I'll feast throughout eternity With Virtues, Powers, Dominations, Thrones.

Man's sorrow is a nobleness, I trust, Untouchable by either earth or hell; I know to weave my mystic crown I must Tax all the times, the universe as well.

But treasure lost from old Palmyra's wealth, The unknown metals, pearls out of the sea, Can't equal, though you mounted them yourself, This diadem of dazzling clarity,

Since it is perfect luminosity, Drawn from the holy hearth of primal rays, Of which men's eyes, for all their majesty, Are only mournful mirrors, dark and crazed!'

#charles baudelaire #james mcgowan

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harrelltut · 6 years

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wicked | jjk | m

— summary; in which incubus!jungkook likes to ruin pretty innocent things, and you might just be the perfect target.

— contents and warnings; smut, demon!jk, religious themes, multiple smut scenes, masturbation, lots of dirty talk, fingering, oral (fem & male receiving), deepthroat/gagging, mouth fucking, big corruption kink!! (the whole point of this fic actually), incubus!Jungkook x inexperienced!reader (not a virgin), dom!jk x sub!reader, thigh riding (mentioned), big demon cock, overstimulation, tit play, hair pulling, frottage, multiple orgasms, cum eating, cum play, creampie(s), jk has a huge dick and lots of cum :), crying kink, degradation but also praise, use of the word “slut”, jungkook is evil!! so there is a bit of gaslighting and manipulation, the complex morals of demon-fucking being swept under the rug in the name of entertainment

— words; 9.1k

— author’s note: this is one long and filthy mess and I have nothing to say to defend myself. By the way, if you’re not keen on corruption kink, you might want to sit this one out because I went a bit feral on it lmao 😬 and jk is a freaking demon!! of course he’s gonna be evil

Jungkook had always had a preference for the innocent ones.

It wasn’t something that he had cultivated on purpose, no, it simply started to show in a weird, repetitive pattern that he could not quite define. All that he knew was that innocence was specially fun to break down, to stain with his wicked touch, to watch as it crumbled into an empty shell of what it once was. He searched for it — that inexperience, that angelic confusion — with thundering hunger, plunged his teeth into his prey with unmatched delight once he found it. Paradoxically, Jungkook did not like virgins as much. Strange, he knew. But virgins gave him too much work, which, in the end, often wasn’t fruitful — he noticed that most humans weren’t very interested in losing their virginity to a demon, and, well, it wasn’t because someone was a virgin that they were innocent too, that much he knew.

And that was always his priority, in the end.

True innocence was hard to find, and that was the most frustrating part of it all. Throughout all his years roaming the earth in search of souls to corrupt, Jungkook thought he might have encountered that special brand of purity only a handful of times. And yet it was so immaculate, so intoxicating, that it was all that he could think about.

So, when he finally found you, he thought he was about to lose his mind.

Every once in a while, the universe would switch around in a way that everything would fall into place. As an immortal being, Jungkook saw that happening time and time again: empires rising and falling, soulmates meeting one another by random chance, the cure of a horrible sickness being discovered by accident. And it was that same incidental energy, probably catalyzed by his ravenous desire, that took him straight to your home.

Well, perhaps it wasn’t that poetic. But saying that the rebellious teens having a slumber party upstairs had mistakenly summoned him into your apartment complex didn’t exactly have the same impact.

But Jungkook was never someone to bite the hand that fed him — as a creature of the shadows, he had to exist as a bottom feeder, recieving what the universe gave him and twisting it into something he could gladly use. Even if he had been frustrated about the entire ouija board fiasco (turning lights on and off and levitating glasses of water weren’t precisely his favorite pastimes), it took him about two seconds to detect the sweet, aphrodisiac aroma of a stainless soul calling to him. And it was close. Very close.

Bottom line, the teens ended up having a very disappointing spiritual conversation with a trickster entity, but Jungkook was led directly to his favorite meal. It was a win in his book.

The demon wanted to have you since the very first second he saw you. Jungkook was instantly plunged into your soul like it was a furnace heating up the entirety of your living room; a gorgeous white, rose-gold glow that emanated out of your skin and called for him to feed on like a siren calling for a lonely sailor. There was no doubt in his mind that he had finally found what he had been looking for, someone so delicate and pure that he would adore to break down. Jungkook really, really, really wanted to ruin that pretty soul of yours.

And what a pretty soul you had. Jungkook stuck around to find out that his first impressions of you, regardless of how fascinating they had already been, were just the tip of the iceberg — the demon watched you turn into an overwhelmed, gasping mess every time one of your friends started talking to you about sex; experienced you mentally fight with your impulses and go to bed frustrated every night because you thought it was too dirty to play with yourself. Because you were embarrassed, overwhelmed even, at the idea of your own pleasure.

That thought alone made him salivate. He knew you weren’t a virgin (those were impossible to miss), and that was why he couldn’t understand your hesitation and shame when it came to those subjects. He did not notice any trace of religious guilt or something of the sort, did not believe your parents were especially overprotective. You were just so… timid.

It was an exquisite find, he realized, a perfect little thing crafted just from him to destroy; a timid human with pure morals and repressed desires. You were almost too good to be true. Handmade for him.

And that was why Jungkook decided to wait. He held himself back for a long time, watching you closely, learning everything he could, thinking how he would proceed with his plans before, finally, deciding it was time to present himself to you. The most obnoxious part of that process — regardless of the person he was dealing with — was making a good first impression. Being a demon, that often went as well as anyone would expect.

Yes, you screamed, you cursed and cried. Yes, you sat on a corner and prayed for two hours straight. Yes, you even brought a priest to exorcise the place — which made the demon a bit nauseated for about three days — but Jungkook actually thought that the whole ordeal went down well enough. He had had worst experiences in the past and, after some time, you eventually (kind of) adapted to his presence. Just as he had expected, you were pure enough to actually try and see some sort of salvation for him. It was almost cute.

It seemed as if you thought that Jungkook was some sort of religious trial, maybe a lost soul seeking for guidance. Whatever it was, it opened a door for him to settle inside your home, a base of cautious trust that he could stand on.

To be fair, he was kind of at fault about that, instigated that process a bit. Jungkook learned that sometimes, a peace offering was enough to make someone believe in him, and he did not hesitate to take advantage of that. You just needed a little push.

“I will leave if you want me to, darling,” he had told you during a particularly stormy night, leaning against your kitchen counter casually. A glass cup had splattered all over the wooden tiles after he had surprised you with his random materialization, and you were too scared to step over the broken glass and run. “But let’s just talk for some time. I’m a demon, but I’m not evil. I’m not here to steal your soul or something.”

Which was completely untrue (besides the soul part, that wasn’t his department), but he doubted you cared, since humans loved to hear pretty lies so they could comfort themselves with it. You wanted to see some niceness in him, that was all that you needed, and a request for your consent seemed to be enough.

Besides, Jungkook wasn’t a fool when it came to his demonic advantages — he knew what he was, knew that his image was ever-changing, reflecting one’s ideal partner. He did not know what face you saw nor the voice that you heard, but he knew that it was tempting, he knew that you would fall for it. He was made for that, after all, to be molded after one’s most innermost desires.

So he wasn’t surprised when you accepted to join him in a harmless dialogue. A silly little talk couldn’t be an issue, right? It wasn’t like you were going to sell your soul for one sack of potato chips by mistake or something. It was fine. Kind of.

Even if you were still wary of Jungkook and his demonic shenanigans — because how could you forget that very important and inhuman detail — you were gradually allowing him into your life more and more, breaching the opening into your mind. It reached a point in which he was basically cohabiting with you, popping up at the most random of times to bother you during a work meeting, or maybe commenting about the horrible chickflicks you watched every Saturday night. Jungkook was a pleasant breakfast conversation, a late-night gossiping session after he had spent the day spying on your noisy neighbors. He was fun. He was kind. He seemed like he cared, like he was trying to do better.

Big mistake: you started to trust him; to want him there with you. And that permitted him to move into the more... interesting parts of his plan.

The sex dreams Jungkook gave you were often too much, woke you up with a pool of wetness and an unbearable ache between your legs. You whimpered in your sleep and fumbled around on the bed until you were gasping yourself awake, groping the sheets as you tried to ignore those carnal urges. The images were so vivid, the touches still lingered on your skin, and the pleasure of the acts you had dreamt about was still blooming inside your abdomen. It was incredibly difficult to let it go, the idea of sinking your hand beneath your underwear and dealing with that piled-up frustration became more and more tempting every night.

But no. You couldn’t allow yourself to do it. It was too much.

And for the first few days you managed to ignore it — to move on with your routine, to bash those sensations and images into the darkest corners of your mind so you didn’t have to think about them any further. Yet it became harder and harder to let them go and, against all fibers of your morals, you eventually found yourself wanting to fall asleep just so you could experience that overwhelming pleasure all over again.

You pushed it aside until you just couldn’t anymore. Desire consumed you whole until there was nothing left to hold it together. And you eventually gave in.

It was a magnificent thing, those first few cracks on your innocence. The shame that permeated your features when you finally realized that you were too horny to function, the fluttering of your eyelashes when you let your fingers play with your clit like you were discovering your pleasure for the very first time.

Morning after morning, Jungkook hid in the shadows of your room and watched you cry and whine as you played with yourself, hand flying to your mouth every time you dared to make a loud sound — you didn’t want to be caught, didn’t want people to know that you were doing something so dirty to yourself. You almost looked guilty, he noticed, with your brows furrowed together and your eyes covered by a thin veil of tears. Jungkook fucking loved it, wanted to carry that image for eternity. Your agonizing self-indulgence made every second he had waited worth it.

But by the time you came down from your high (sometimes after you had indulged into your second, third orgasm in a row) it was all gone, and he was left with an even stronger hunger to have you.

Jungkook was patient, however. He wanted to see you break before he could have his taste; wanted you to beg for him to touch you instead of him asking for your permission. That was how his little game went: if everything worked out like it should, you would be the one pleading for more by the end of it, sinking down into your own perdition without even noticing the mess that you were creating.

And everything happened just like he wanted to.

It took you a few weeks to build up the courage to confront him, but there was a point that you could not hold it back anymore. “I know you’re doing it,” you told him sternly, walking into the living room with your arms crossed before your chest.

It was a bright summer morning and the birds were chirping outside, the golden sunlight suddenly stopping on its tracks as it found the dark, brooding figure in your apartment. Then, there was only the shadows of his presence and the nefarious glint in his eyes. He always looked like that — like he was living on a dimension of his own, choosing to be affected by (or to affect) the material world or not. Jungkook really was an otherworldly being, so dangerously close to an angel but so far away from it.

The demon only hummed at your words, sprawled on your sofa like he owed it. He was wearing a red satin robe that morning, opened all the way down to his muscular chest, and you swore your mind went blank for a second. “Doing what, my darling?” He has his eyes focused on the book in his hand, some strange human theory about sexuality that he found incredibly funny. “You have to be more specific, I do a lot of things in my free time.”

You sighed heavily, clearly annoyed. Jungkook thought you smelled particularly delicious that morning, noticed traces of your wetness still clinging to your clothes, and he had to fight back a groan from leaving his throat — acting unaffected sometimes was really hard. No pun intended. “You know what I’m talking about,” you said. He adored how direct you had become, avoiding those stuttering sentences you used to throw his way. You were used to him, after all. He had done a great job bringing your defenses down. “You’re putting these… thoughts in my head. Making me dream… things.”

Direct, he thought, but still unable to speak openly about such lewd subjects. It was a gradual process, after all.

Jungkook raised one eyebrow, but did not move his gaze from the page. That man, Freud, was hilarious. “Which thoughts, my darling?”

You rolled your eyes, but the heat on your cheeks betrayed your embarrassment. Jungkook knew you wouldn’t say it, he just wanted to see you struggle with the idea of doing it. “You know which ones, Jungkook.” Another heavy sight left you and suddenly you were losing your cool. “You’re messing with me.”

“Maybe I am.” Jungkook raised his gaze from the book, staring you down. Your shoulders fell, all the vigor leaving your body once you met his eyes. It was his appearance, his aura, the threatening spark in his crepuscular stare — it all hit you at once, a quiet request for you to be a good human and check your posture around him. “Or maybe it’s just your filthy little mind acting up, baby. You can’t blame me for what your body wants.”

And, when his stare navigated back to the book, you realized that the conversation, as brief as it had been, was over.

Funny thing was: you never asked Jungkook to stop. And you realized that it was because some twisted part of you was actually enjoying it — that teasing, those vulgar dreams, the sexual frustration that washed over you as you were coming down from your orgasm. The more you played with yourself, the more you came to admit that it wasn’t enough — you always felt empty, worked up, trying to find something that you couldn’t reach alone. It was never enough. It was a hellish, perpetual edging that was driving you up the walls.

To make matters worse, you knew for a fact that you could expel Jungkook at any given moment and put an end to everything — you had researched it, and he had confirmed it himself. Demons could not stay for long if the human did not consent to their presence, but there was something in you that really wanted him there. You wanted his warmth surrounding you, wanted his honeyed voice telling you everything you wanted to hear. It was an inebriating presence, a soft buzz in the back of your mind: the desire for him to hold you, for him to touch you. Jungkook had ruined you in such a way that, even if you asked him to leave, you knew that the stain he had left on you would stay for much longer than that.

It was terrifying to see a demon as a sexual partner, but how could you not see him like that? Jungkook was the most attractive creature you had ever been graced with, everything he did, every small movement or flickering of his stare, was so sexual that you almost cried out in pain. He teased you: he whispered in your ear and hugged you from the back; caressed your face and roamed his eyes all over your body. You thought that he was so dazzling, so charming; you wanted to feel his large hands all over you, squeezing and playing with you, wanted to have him inside you. Wanted to lay back and let him do anything he wanted with you.

The thought of doing that with a demon, regardless of how nice he was to you, was absolutely insane, you knew, but you simply weren’t thinking straight at that point. You could only think about him — Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook — and you just knew that your own desires weren’t planted by him. The man had simply instigated something that already existed inside you, a flame that he threw gasoline on, and now you were watching as it set your entire mind on fire.

You wanted him. And you had to have him.

So you did.

Those vivid nights and intrusive thoughts reached a level of discomfort that, after waking yourself up from yet another wet dream, you called for Jungkook like it was your second nature, begging for him to do something, anything, to relieve you of that self-inflicted anguish. Much to your delight, he appeared just as quickly, a devilish glint of lust shimmering in the back of his bottomless gaze.

“Pretty little thing,” he had murmured to himself, standing next to your bed. You were sitting up on it, looking at him like he was your own version of salvation. At that moment, you couldn’t care about what he was or about which hidden intention he might have. All that you knew was that you were going to go insane if he didn’t help you deal with the hunger he had instigated. “Got yourself horny and now you need my help with it?”

“Yes,” you said, your chest heaving. The scenes from your indecent dream were still alive in your head, the ghost of your pleasure swimming inside your warm skin. There was a stickiness between your legs that you hated and adored at the same time, the tingling of anticipation that filled your core. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but… I just don’t care anymore. Help me, Jungkook, please.”

He smirked, his black hair falling over his eyes. The heat of his palm met your thigh, making you tremble — everything was heightened when he was with you, every touch was heaven and hell at the same time. “Such a dirty human,” he trailed off, his fingers brushing up your skin, towards your shorts. Your breath caught in your throat when his digits pressed down against your clothed clit, making you whimper. They felt so much better than your own. “Want me to play with your pussy, darling? Want me to make you feel good?”

You couldn’t nod fast enough, all inhibitions pushed aside. You felt strange doing it — you had never been so sexually desperate in your life, and you couldn’t tell where his influence ended and your own impulses started. Perhaps you were just as guilty as he was, unable to fight your own temptations. Perhaps it was all you at that point.

“Need to hear you say it.” He undid the lace in your pajama shorts slowly, dwelling in the sound of your laborious breaths. Jungkook could smell your arousal exploding all around him, the sweet, sickening scent making him lose his mind; his cock fattening quickly inside his pants. “Can’t do anything unless you tell me to.”

You swallowed dry, choking on your own words for a second. You couldn’t believe you were actually about to ask him that. “Want— Want you to p-play with... my pussy,” the words came out in a trembling mess from your mouth, falling on top of each other in an arrhythmic pace. If it was out of lust or embarrassment, you could not tell. “I want… want you to make me cum, please. Can’t take it anymore, I can’t do it by my-myself.”

Maybe if he did help you, you thought, maybe it would all stop — those intense waves of hunger, that unquenchable desire inside your chest. Maybe that was all he needed from you. And then everything would go back to normal.

Even if you weren’t sure that you actually wanted that to happen.

Jungkook was aware of the fact that you had never been eaten out before (courtesy of your single terrible sexual partner in the past), so he took all the time in the world to do it; toying with your clit and licking your opening until you turned into a yelping mess underneath his tongue, tugging on his dark locks like you were about to die. He had a strong grip on your thighs, kept you in place while you came on his tongue like you were made for it, so pretty and ashamed that he thought that he was going to forget about his own self-restraint for a moment.

“Perfect little pussy,” he complimented as you came down from your high, two of his fingers pressing against your hole. The lower part of his face was covered by your wetness, his hooded eyes staring at you like you were the sexist thing he had ever seen. “Made to be fucked.”

“J-Jungkook!” You cried out when his fingers entered you, the burning stretch making tears accumulate on the corners of your eyes. His mouth was back on your sensitive clit before you could protest any further, making your back arch off the bed. “T-Too much.”

He didn’t respond, only stared up at you with those piercing black eyes, silently daring you to cum one more time for him. You had asked for it, after all, so he was happy to provide.

And when you didn’t try to push him away, he knew he had won you over.

It wasn’t long until Jungkook was pleasuring you at every chance he got. He was burying himself between your thighs and tearing your leggings open while you were on your phone; licking and fingering you until you were cumming for him. He made you cum grinding against his thigh, made you touch yourself and edge your pussy until you were desperately begging for relief. He made you his greedy little slut faster than you could understand, could break you apart with just a snap of his fingers and watch you as you pleaded with him to finger you harder, deeper, just the way he liked it.

Again and again, he would ask for your permission and, every single time, you would say yes — a flustered, embarrassed agreement that made his cock throb with desire. But, just as he made you cum and you were asking for more — to feel him inside you, his cock stretching you open like you knew it would — he was gone, leaving you just as frustrated as you had been before.

Jungkook liked to play with his food, and that was the reason why he took his time before fucking you properly. He was teasing, of course. And it was working. Close to your breaking point, you were spending your days almost completely consumed by the thought of him — his overwhelming beauty, his caresses, the way he dove into your cunt with so much hunger that it seemed like he enjoyed it even more than you. Even when you went to sleep, you were plagued with dreams of him, some so vivid that you were sure were real; dreams of Jungkook moaning against your ear and grinding himself against your soaked folds, of his fingers rubbing your clit and his mouth sucking on your tits until the need for release shook you awake.

And, yet, even in your dreams, he never fucked you. He was really cruel when he wanted to be, and it was driving you insane.

“Jungkook,” you called his name one afternoon, when that thought was plaguing you once again. He appeared right after, wrapped in a dark suit and with his hair pushed back. He really was sin incarnate. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything, my darling.” He stepped closer and placed a kiss against your lips. You instantly melted. “What is it?”

You swallowed dry, your initial spark of courage washing away. You could not hold your posture for long when you were under his stare like that, his alluring black irises lustfully gazing at your lips. “I… wanted to know…” you struggled, “I wanted to know why you never… go all the way with me when I ask you to.”

Jungkook smirked devilishly. “Darling, I don’t think you’re ready for me to do that just yet.” His thumb grazed over your bottom lip, a hum vibrating at the back of his throat. “I bet this pretty mouth would be amazing around my cock, though. If you would like to do that.”

Every single time, without fail, your cheeks would heat up and your eyes would widen at the sound of his obscene words. Jungkook used them so easily, like they were created by him, and you couldn’t get used to how tempting they sounded when they left his beautiful mouth.

But there was only one problem about what he offered you, “I… I don’t know how to suck one,” you admitted, embarrassed. “I never… there just wasn’t…”

His breath caught in his throat. Jungkook could’ve cum right then and there: overwhelmed by the sweet, stainless inexperience that had never fully left you. It was so endearing, he thought, the way you begged him to fuck you in the same breath that you admitted you didn’t know how to. You really were flawless. He would never come across anyone like you ever again.

“You told me that you weren’t a virgin,” he said. Of course he knew that for sure, that was something his kind would never miss. He just wanted to hear you say it.

“I’m not.” Your eyes darted up to meet his own. Jungkook still had hunger swimming inside his gaze, his teeth nibbling at his bottom lip like he was considering what to do with you. “I had… sex before. Once. I just didn’t get the chance to… you know.”

“Suck cock?” He completed, relishing on your shyness. Even after everything that you had gone through, you were still so pure, so uneasy to explore your own sexuality. Jungkook wanted to break those walls down. “It’s no reason to worry, my darling. I can teach you, if you want.”

You blinked. “You can?”

Jungkook smirked, placing a strand of your hair behind your ear. His mere touch made you dizzy, his husky voice wrapping like a warm blanket around your anxious soul. “I’ll do anything you want me to,” he purred. “All you have to do is ask.”

The first time you saw his cock, you gasped so loud that Jungkook had to laugh. He would’ve been lying if he said that he didn’t love your reaction, the amazement in your gaze as you took in his size and all details about him — his reddened tip, already leaking for you, and the vein that beautifully stood out against his skin. Jungkook had length and girth, a dangerous combination that left you somewhere between excitement and worry when you thought about taking him inside you.

“Come on, darling, don’t be shy,” he cooled, his slender fingers holding onto the strands of your hair. The tug he gave you wasn’t strong by any means, but it was enough to have your mouth moving closer to his member, already salivating. “Give it a lick. I wanna feel your mouth around it.”

Slightly nervous, your fingers curled around his base to give you support, your hand looking absurdly small against his fat cock. Still, you did as he requested, your tongue coming out soft and flat against his tip, tracing circles on his crown.

“Good girl,” he praised with a heavy sigh. “Can you take it in your mouth, baby?”

“I don’t know,” you mumbled, “it’s so big.”

Jungkook chuckled at that, his hand leaving your hair so he could caress your cheek. “Let’s start slow, okay? You can stop anytime you want.”

You nodded, heat spreading through your cheeks. He liked his lips at the sight, following your uneasy movements as you gripped his base tighter and leaned in, mouth enveloping his tip and giving him a slight suck.

Jungkook sighed again at the feeling, but he was more entertained watching you struggle as your jaw moved to accommodate his thickness inside your mouth. It was a sinful sight and he was starting to lose himself in your concentrated expression when you decided to sink a bit more and suck him harder.

“Move up and down for me,” he instructed and you did as he said, fighting against the burn in your mouth as you gradually took him deeper — just a bit more every time you lowered your head. “Use your hand too, baby, make me feel good.”

You whimpered around his cock as your hand started stroking his base, covering the parts of him that your mouth couldn’t reach. Jungkook teached you just how strong you had to suck him, how fast he liked, and how much he loved when you moaned around his members. The sticky wetness between your legs was unbearable, only growing the more he allowed himself to curse and moan in delight.

“Can I fuck your mouth, baby?” He asked and you looked up at him. Jungkook’s eyes were focused, watching your teary ones as you nodded around him. He smiled. “Good girl.”

A few months back, you wouldn’t have accepted that. But now, Jungkook had completely broken you down into a horny, weak mess, someone that would do anything he asked you to, and you loved every second of it.

He was proud of his work. It was one of his best.

“Relax your throat,” he told you as his hands moved to the back of your head, giving an experimental tug on your hair. You tried your best to do as he requested, placing your palms against his strong thighs in a way to try and prepare yourself. Nobody had ever done that to you before, and you didn’t know what to expect. “Your mouth looks so pretty stuffed with my cock. I can’t wait to fill it with my cum.”

Your legs weakened with his words, a moan vibrating around his cock and he rolled his hips upwards, taking himself deeper inside your mouth; your eyes shutting at the sensation of his tip brushing harshly on your tongue. Jungkook didn’t hesitate to set a rhythm, thrusting up inside your mouth as you struggled to keep yourself open for him, your jaw aching with the position. It was only when you felt him hitting the back of your throat that you choked on his size, eyes watering as he groaned above you.

“Fuck,” he cursed, eyes closing and head thrown back. Jungkook was an image of perdition that you could get lost in, the way he bit on his lip as he fucked your mouth making your ass perk up in need. You loved the feeling that you were just being used by him, simply a tool for his own pleasure. “Ah, I knew you could take me. You never let me down.”

Your frail sob came out muffled around his member, the vibrations of your voice making Jungkook fuck your mouth faster, harder. Every time he hit the back of your throat you gagged, nails digging in his thighs and cunt clenching around nothing, imagining what it would be like to feel him inside your pussy. You also knew he could feel how horny you were, could smell your arousal for miles, and the idea made you whine out.

“Such a dirty little thing,” he said, watching as a tear ran down your cheek. Jungkook loved how messy you looked, so desperate with his cock stuffed in your mouth. “You were so innocent when I met you, and now…” He groaned. “Now look at you. Crying around my cock like a good slut.”

You snapped your eyes shut and moaned out, your body completely overtaken by lust. The pain in your jaw no longer bothered you — you actually liked having Jungkook pushing your limits, making you forget about your own discomfort so you could give him more pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum.” His voice came out hoarse and firm, sending shivers down your spine. You felt his cock throbbing inside your mouth, filling your taste buds with precum. “And you’re gonna be a good girl and swallow everything.”

He didn’t need to ask twice, because you didn’t think that there was anything else that you wanted to do. Jungkook fucked your mouth for a few more seconds, his thrusts becoming erratic, before his tip crashed against the back of your throat and he came with a loud curse and a pull of your hair that made your scalp sting.

You whimpered as you tried your best to swallow the thick waves of his cum, his hand firmly keeping you in place as you did so. Jungkook marveled at the feeling of your throat clenching, your tongue moving so you could wipe his cock clean. “That’s it,” he hissed, “swallow all of it.”

Jungkook came a surprising amount and yet you managed to get it all. When he was satisfied, he let go of your hair and you gasped for air as you moved up, a trail of saliva connecting your mouth to his tip.

“So pretty,” he said tenderly, caressing your hair. You couldn’t quite decipher his expression, but you got drunk on his praise regardless. “You did a great job. Now come here.”

You did as he requested, crawling closer to him. You had just placed your body next to his when Jungkook got on top of you and placed his hand on your neck, pulling you into a hot, sensual kiss that left you seeking for air; his knee moving between your legs to spread them for him.

His other hand moved down, down, until they were hovering over your pussy. The demon hummed once his digits met your soaked folds, wasting no time before plunging two of them inside your heat, stretching you wide. Your back arched at the feeling, a needy whine leaving your lips as he started to pump in and out of you, filling the bedroom with the sounds of your wetness.

He chuckled when he pulled away, his lips swollen and pink after attacking yours. “Look at you,” he murmured, setting a deliciously slow pace in your pussy, “you got this wet just by sucking my cock, baby?”

You nodded. “I like m-making you feel good.”

Jungkook smiled. “So cute.” He leaned in and placed a kiss on your lips. The motion was oddly gentle when compared to how he was looming over you, his presence almost threatening as he met your gaze. “Do you want to have my cock again, baby? Good girls deserve rewards.”

You almost couldn’t believe his words, a mixture of euphoria and lust washing over you. To have him inside you was all that you wished for, you couldn’t agree fast enough. “Yes, please,” you whined, choking on your own words as he added a third finger, spreading you wide for him. Your stomach clenched at the idea of his big cock pumping in and out of you, his cum filling you up as he came inside your walls. You never needed someone so much. “Use me, please. I want to feel you so bad.”

His entertained expression did not falter. Another peck against your lips, and he was removing his fingers from you. “Always so polite,” he cooled, pushing your back against the mattress and trapping your wrists under his hand, right above your head. “I love it when you beg for it.”

You pouted. “But you never give it to me.”

“Tonight I will.” Jungkook chuckled, his other hand moving down to pump his cock. He was just as hard as before, but of course you didn’t expect that his immortal body would work just the same as any other human, and the sight made your mouth water. “You want this fat cock, baby?” He raised his eyebrows, watching as you swallowed hard and nodded desperately. His hands were so large, but even they looked small when enveloping his member, his thumb coming to caress his tip, coating himself with his wetness and the remnants of your saliva. “Tell me. Use your words.”

“I need it so bad,” you said, meeting his gaze. “Need your cock inside me, please.”

Jungkook’s eyes shone in hunger and he licked his lips. You were getting so dirty, he thought, and yet you still got shy like you used to. “You need it?” He repeated, leaning his body closer to you. When he spoke again, his words were a cloud of heat against your parted mouth. “You need me spreading that pussy open, uh? Can’t wait to have this fat cock inside you, fucking you like a good slut.”

You cried out at his words, fumbling with his grip on your wrists. “Yes, please, Jungkook, I—”

Your sentence got stuck in your throat when you felt him placing his tip against your entrance, teasing just enough so your eyes fluttered shut, body tensing up in expectation.

Jungkook, however, liked to tease.

“Relax, baby.” He pulled his cock back and rested it against your pussy, rolling his hips. You gasped when his crown brushed against your clit, your entire body focused on how heavy and thick he felt pressing down on you. “You’re so tense.”

You moaned out at every slow roll of his hips against you, the filthy sounds of his cock dragging between your wet folds making you cry out in frustration. “Please, put it in,” you begged pathetically, eyes hazed with desire. “I c-can’t take it anymore.”

Jungkook chuckled. “You sure, baby?”

You nodded. “Yes, fuck, that’s all I want.”

“Whatever my pretty human wants…” he trailed off, resting his tip against your entrance once more. Your toes curled when he started slipping in, the burning of his large member spreading you open giving you waves of pain and pleasure at the same time, “she gets.”

You shut your eyes, head thrown back against the pillow. “Oh fuck, Jungkook—“

“Shhh… That’s it, slowly, baby.” He guided himself languidly inside you, taking his sweet time. Jungkook enjoyed the feeling of your cunt helplessly clenching around him as he entered you, getting tighter as he moved on. “I know you can take it.”

You tried to move your hands away from his grip again, but it was fruitless. He was holding you too strongly and you were at his mercy. “It’s so much, Jungkook,” you cried out, feeling like your whole body was in flames. You’ve never felt anything like that before, you never thought you’d be so full. “You’re too big.”

“Is that so baby?” He leaned in and placed a kiss against your lips — soft, tranquil. All the things that he wasn’t. “You want me to stop?”

You didn’t hesitate — you never did with him. “No, please, don’t stop.”

Jungkook smirked at your quick response. He had really trained you well, turned you into his little, obedient fuckdoll. Fuck, it made his cock throb just thinking about it, realizing that he had just taught you how to suck him off because you were so innocent that you didn’t even know how to do that. And now you were squirming under him, trying to make sense of the feeling of his large cock filling you up. It was too perfect.

“My pretty baby needs my cock so bad, doesn’t she? That is all that you need, more of my cock inside you.” He thrusted into you so hard that you were left breathless, stopping right after so he could hear your whiny moans. “Look at you. You were made to be fucked with it.”

“It’s… so huge.” You were almost drooling at that point, your eyes crossed and mouth parted as Jungkook pounded inside you, slowly starting to set a rhythm. You didn’t think that you’d ever be able to experience that feeling with anyone else. “Feels… so good.”

“You love it, don’t you?” He leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours, his hand still holding tightly to your wrists. Your breasts bounced every time he pistoned his cock inside you, making everything even more pleasurable. “My pretty mortal was made to take my cock.”

“Y-Yeah, please don’t s-stop,” you cried out, two tears running down your face with the force of his thrusts. You couldn’t even think straight, your mind was a drunken mess, intoxicated on the feeling of his member pounding into your pussy. All those frustrating nights, all those dreams — nothing could ever compare, and you thought that you were ruined forever. “It’s so good.”

Jungkook loved to see you cry when you were so stuffed with his cock, those ethereal tears running down your face as he rammed himself deep inside you. He also loved how your moans got when you reached that point: so high-pitched and broken, your brain unable to form a single comprehensible sentence.

“Such a pretty mortal,” he praised, taking one of his slender fingers to wipe a tear off your cheek. “So pretty when you cry…”

“It’s— It’s so big,” you whimpered meekly. It seemed as if that was all that you could say, that thought repeating like a broken record inside your hazed mind.

Your eyes were so blurried that you almost missed the devilish smirk that appeared on his lips. “You can’t take it, baby?” Jungkook teased, rolling his hips in a way that made your pussy clench around him. You moaned out his name and your head was thrown back against the pillow; another tear running down your face in endless delight. “You annoy me for weeks, begging to be filled up with cock, and then you start crying because you can’t take it? You should be more mindful about what you ask for.”

“N-No, that’s not it.” You swallowed hard. “I- I c-can take it, I swear.”

Jungkook hummed and leaned back so he could stare down at the mess he was making between your legs. He groaned in approval when he saw his thick cock sinking between your soaked folds, almost to the brim. “You’re taking it right now, uh?” He looked up at you, his obsidian eyes shining wickedly. “Such a good slut. You do everything I ask you to, don’t you?”

You nodded, desperate. You felt like the world was closing in around you, suffocating you. Jungkook was too big, too thick, the way he stretched you out was nothing but filthy. You didn’t even know if you could speak at that point.

“Everything?” He leaned closer, releasing your wrists, his mouth inches away from your ear. His breath was hot and heavy, coated by hunger. “If I wanted to keep fucking you again and again, until I am satisfied, would you let me?”

“Yes,” you moaned out. That was all that you wanted.

Jungkook curled his hands under your knees and pulled your legs up, closer to your chest. The new angle was a delicious discovery, a particularly loud cry exploding on your throat as he continued to fuck you. “Even if you cum so much that you can’t even do it anymore?” His thrusts became harsher, hitting impossibly deep inside you in a way that got you seeing stars. “Would you let me use your pussy and fill you up with my cum until you’re dripping? Until you can’t take it anymore and I still won’t stop?”

“Fuck, yes.” Your eyes fluttered shut, your thighs shaking with every new collision of his hips against yours. You’d let Jungkook do anything he wanted with you, you were beyond the point of questioning anything. “Please, Jungkook, I just— oh, fuck.”

“So fucking tight,” he cursed, his hands digging into your flesh. “Such a good pussy, so wet and tight for my cock.”

“I’m so close,” you cried out. “Please don’t stop.”

“Can’t stop, darling,” Jungkook hissed. His hair was a sweaty mess over his eyes, his chest heaving with the pleasure that was overtaking him — he could feel everything: your high, your lust, the desperation that emanated from your soul. It was all so lewd, so stained; he could get lost in it. He could almost taste the corruption that permeated your soul. “Not when you feel this fucking good.”

You came around his cock soon after, with a high-pitched moan that sounded dangerously close to his name. Jungkook groaned and cursed at the sensation of your walls throbbing around him, those beautiful tears staining your face as he continued to fuck you — just as fast and hard as before, watching as you started to flinch from sensitivity.

“J-Jungkook, it’s s-so much,” you complained.

“You told me you’d let me use this pussy, baby,” Jungkook reminded you, his voice broken by a breathy moan. You could tell that he was close, his thrusts were too sloppy and desperate. “Until I’m satisfied.”

“Y-yes,” you whined. You hadn’t changed your mind.

“Gonna let me fill you with my cum?” He asked again, smiling at the weak little ‘yes’ you gave him. “Not gonna stop after I cum, baby. Gonna fuck you until you can’t do it anymore.”

You opened your mouth to say something — what, exactly, you had no idea — but soon you were feeling his hot cum spilling inside you and your mind went completely blank. You didn’t know if it was because of what Jungkook was, but everything he did was extremely easy to turn you on, and his cum inside you was no exception. A whine left your throat before you could stop yourself, your entire body overtaken by a level of desire that you couldn’t even comprehend.

There was a moment of internal confusion as he stopped to catch his breath in which you actually thought it was over, that Jungkook was going to walk away and leave you with that desire building inside you. But the animalistic aura that surrounded him did not let you rest.

Jungkook found your eyes through the curtain of his dark hair. “More,” he groaned.

And that was all the warning he gave you. Soon, he was turning you around like you were a ragdoll and pressing your face against the mattress. You whimpered when his hand came in contact with your hips, pulling them up until your knees were holding you up on the bed. There was barely any time to react before his cock was sinking inside you once again.

“Oh my—” you gasped, your hand clenching on the bed sheets as Jungkook continued to pound inside you, making a mixture of his cum and your wetness drip down your legs. His stamina was insane, as you expected it would be, but the hardness of his cock was making you lose your mind. “Fuck, Jungkook.”

“Such a perfect cunt, can’t get enough of it.” He pulled your hair as he continued to drill inside your pussy, making your body tremble with the impact. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling, your walls clenching around him as he filled you to the brim. “You’re fucking dripping on my cock. Such a dirty slut.”

The pleasure inside you was undeniable, building up so fast that you could barely follow it. You had just reached your high and you already felt like you were about to do it all over again. “J-Jungkook, I—” The words were struggling to leave your tongue, your brain fogged by the eroticism of his actions. “So good, fuck, don’t stop.”

There was a sting on your scalp when he tightened his grip on your hair, making you lean your head back. “You're gonna cum again, baby?” He asked, breathless. Jungkook smirked when you nodded, your teary eyes looking over your shoulders. “You’re such a horny little mortal. You just came and you’re about to cream my cock all over again, uh?”

You moaned loud as he yanked your hair, making your back arch and your pussy clench around him. “Yes, fuck,” you cried out. The room was so hot that you could barely breathe, you felt as if the entire place was spinning around you. You were so, so close to your orgasm that you could almost touch it. “Gonna c-cum again.”

Jungkook licked his lips, lowering his focus to the movement of his cock in and out of you. He groaned at the view of your lips wrapping around his thickness, swallowing him eagerly as your wetness dripped down your thighs, making a mess on him. It was the most gorgeous thing he had ever witnessed, he wanted to have that forever. “I knew you’d be perfect after I broke you apart,” he said. “Knew you’d love being a slut for me.”

You could not say that you were surprised by his confession — you weren’t stupid, you knew that there was something a demon would want with you and, after the sex dreams, it wasn’t hard to add everything up. And yet you accepted his advances every step of the way, allowed him to tear you into pieces and to teach you how to be so dirty for him. And he was right: you loved every second of it.

“Gonna cum,” you warned, eyes closing as your bliss crawled inside your skin. “Fuck— Your cock is so big, I’m gonna cu—“

Your orgasm was ripped from you when Jungkook abruptly removed himself from your heat. You cried and sobbed, sounds which turned into a breathless, surprised yelp when he manhandled you.

Jungkook turned you around and pulled your legs up, pressing them down against your chest when he leaned in. “Wanna see your face when I stuff you full of my cum.”

And that was all that he said before he was barging back inside. Your entire body shivered at the sensation, the sudden stretch pushing you over the edge and making you cum around his cock for the second time that night.

“Sweet little girl,” he grunted, lost in his own pleasure. Your walls had grown impossibly tight around him, clenching and throbbing at each pump of his length inside you. “Love to ruin you. You’re so perfect for me. Made for this.” His sentences were just a few broken thoughts connected by heavy moans, his brows lowering as his own orgasm approached. “Gonna fuck you full of my cum. Stuff you like a good slut. Until you can’t take it anymore— Fuck.”

Jungkook spilled himself inside you with a loud, breathy moan and a few shattered words of praise falling from his lips — of how good, how wet, how tight you were for him. Just like the first time, the sensation of him filling you up was intoxicating, making you lose your mind.

You whined. “Jungkook, it’s so much cum, I’m—”

Your words were silenced with a crash of his lips against yours, a throaty groan leaving him as he spilled the last drops inside you, his cock throbbing a few more times as he continued to pump inside you. You could tell that he was far from satisfied when he kissed you fervorously, humming at the taste of your tongue as his hands held tightly to your hips. Jungkook’s cock was still inside you, buried deep, even if he had paused his movements. You loved how full he made you feel, knew that you were beyond the point of salvation.

Jungkook sighed heavily against your lips and leaned back, eyes meeting the junction of your bodies as he pulled away. His cum spilled out of you slowly, making a mess on the bed sheets and marking you as his. He really thought you were one of his best works, was almost certain of it. “Perfect,” it must’ve been the hundredth time he said that, but you couldn’t get enough of it. “Made for me.”

There was a weight on your chest when you looked up at him, watching the way his skin glowed under the moonlight. Perhaps it was guilt, you thought, or the realization that you had just stained your soul in the name of lust. Yet, you could not care about it anymore.

You breathed out heavily when he laid down next to you, turning on your side so you could face him. Jungkook was so handsome, so perfect; the look he gave you was nothing short of sinful. “Was I good?” You asked, a drag on your voice because of your hazed, tired state.

The demon nodded, finding that question rather adorable. “Yes, darling,” he said. “You’re quick to learn.”

With a satisfied smirk on your face, you moved closer to him, placing your head against his chest, where you could hear no heartbeat. That moment was strange enough as it was, but you weren’t thinking clearly — also, cuddling with a demon couldn’t be worse than everything that happened before it.

If Jungkook thought that was strange, he made no mention of it. He simply brushed a few strands of hair away from your forehead, looking down at you. “Sleepy, my darling?” He asked.

You blinked heavily. “Yes.”

He hummed, placing his palm against your cheek. “You can rest for a bit,” Jungkook said, almost gently at first. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

After all, you did allow him to use you until he was satisfied. And he was far from it.

Not that you were going to complain about it.

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bonny-kookoo · 3 years

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💜 AU Masterlist

Dreams amongst dreams; here you can find all the main Alternative-Universes that have become favorites amongst my readers. Thank you for your support, and for your help in making these worlds and characters feel alive.

🔞 means, the Story contains Smut, or other adult themes. Please remember that my content may include very heavy themes such as murder, mental health issues, or violence. Because of that, almost all of my content is not suitable for minors.

-> Good Girl [DDLG themes, Smut heavy, Slice-Of-Life]

-> Main Series: 🔞

Drabbles:

Birthday Boy

Naughty photos

“I love nothing more than taking care of you.”

“Sometimes, it hurts.”

After a shower

When Y/N is napping

Warming up

“Will you still be there when I’ve got nothing left to give you?”

“Well if you’re the devil then I’ll gladly sell my soul to you.”

“I’m worried about you!”

On the way to meet parents

Sick Kook

Mind in the gutter

“Merry Christmas you filthy animal”

Dinner Flirting

Sleeping Problems

Asks:

Favorite thing about Y/N?

Daddy or caregiver?

Marriage?

Exes?

Good girl’s job?

Goodgirl is cute

Dog’s name?

How Lost Boy Tae met Tough Girl

Tattoos?

Flirting with Jungkook

Double date?

Thoughts on GG cursing?

Threesome with Tae?

Biggest fight?

Kinks?

You okay Namjoon?

Miri’s training

Favorite food?

Pretty hands

How to handle GG’s period days?

First pic with new camera

Other memorable birthday?

Dominate?

Favorite Feature of GG?

Proposing?

Favorite type of porn?

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-> Bunny Boy [Yandere-Theme, Crime & Violence, Smut, Angst]

-> Main Series: 🔞

Part 1|Part 2|Part 3

Shorts:

"How far would you go?"

"Hold your breath"

Angel

Drabbles:

Packed Love

“Please Jungkookie?”

“I lost it.”

“You were made for me.”

“It’s not fair.”

Angel costume

Dentist visit

Burglary

Amnesia

Recovery

“I don’t care if it hurts”

“You changed.”

Angels birthday

Seduce

Asks:

Febreeze next time

What if Angel had died?

Future family?

Tattoo on your Angel?

Pets?

Get a poodle.

If Angel got pregnant?

Ideal life?

If Angel wanted a child?

About the camera’s you installed

If Angel found out about the cameras

If Angel initiated intimacy?

Your job?

Thoughts on killing people?

First date with Angel?

Nicknames for your girl?

What was in the wine?

Who cooks?

Do you have friends?

Letting Angel meet friends?

Moving in together?

Different career path?

Home movies pt.1

Home movies pt.2

Nicknames for JK?

Would you kill Angel?

If Angel proposed?

Marriage?

Settling in?

Biggest Kinks?

Something you like- but Angel does not?

-> Alcoria (formerly known as 'Catch it') [Alien-AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst]

-> Main Series: 🔞

Catch It ; Hold It ; Alcoria: Best Kind of Warmth ; Alcoria: How to make a Miracle ; Alcoria: Take It All Away

Drabbles:

Fun in the rain

Jungkook trying to cook

“I want to learn it then; teach me.”

“I’ll always look out for you.”

Jungkook and periods

MC surprising kook for his Birthday

MC gets sick

"I think I've left the stove on-"

"I could break your neck right now."

MC imagining a pregnancy

MC being ready to throw hands

Cuddling

Possessive

Bath time

Safe Zone

Multiple children

"You're so strong!"

MC's birthday

Baby clothes

Tentacle action (smut)

"I wanna see them."

Valentines Day

Asks:

Ever tried anal?

Disney Movies?

Plug?

How big?

Namjoon and Jin's relationship?

How many kids?

Size difference

Pregnancy symptoms?

Does he know how human births work?

Babynames?

What would you do if someone tried to claim MC?

Twins?

Human habits

Elephants

Marriage?

Girl or Boy?

Influence the gender?

Alcorian traditions pt.1

Alcorian traditions pt.2

Pets?

More kids?

-> Bad Habits [Mental Health, Angst, Slife-Of-Life, Smut, Romance]

-> Main work: 🔞

Bad Habits ; Weak Spots

Shorts:

Future

Drabbles:

"Missed me?"

"One more." (smut)

Scolding

Best for him

"Love you lots."

"I'm glad you love me."

"I can just be me."

"Will you pay for those?"

"We just want to talk."

"We got time baby."

First time (smut)

Asks:

Hardest part of therapy?

How'd you meet?

Family & Childhood?

Ever hurt MC?

Heated floorboards or heated toilet seat?

How'd you meet pt.2

Clothes for kook?

Close to breaking up?

First time MC noticed JKs anger issues?

Proposing?

Clothing label?

Prevent you from hurting someone?

Hobbies?

Sick?

Mc's bad habits?

Work & Future?

How long?

Moment you thought MC was crazy?

Somebody else?

Cheating?

Pandemic?

Friends?

Things he'd do to cheer mc up?

Things mc does to cheer kook up?

Control?

Painting?

Hair?

Where does mc sell her clothes?

Tattoos?

Police?

Bad habit mc can't fix?

Emotionally constipated?

Pouting?

Hobbies pt.2

Nailpolish?

Diagnosis?

Sing to her?

Silent treatment?

Different from other girls?

-> Prey [Alien-AU, Angst, Smut, Mentions of crimes, Fluff]

-> Main work: 🔞

Prey

Drabbles:

oc is sick

too deep (smut)

clingy

scaring her

mc being jealous?

kook being jealous?

Aftercare (smut)

Asks:

What if mc got hurt?

First thoughts?

Trust?

height?

reasons why mc?

Lingerie?

Why licking?

How serious?

Kids?

[Yoongi] killed humans?

Marriage?

weird human quirks?

Your language?

Diet?

annoying habits of mc?

[Yoongi] what if he fell for a human?

period?

overhyped

does mc get bored?

Lifespan?

relationships?

Does mc cook?

Last updated: 11/02/21

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today’s Pokemon worldbuilding: Seinfeld exists in the Pokemon universe and in the Pokemon universe the fake movie featured in Home Alone, “Angels with Filthy Souls,” is real and Home Alone doesn’t exist

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semischarmed · 3 years

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Quintessence

Perfection is often sought after, but never achieved. It exists in a layer above the natural world, in a basal element of the universe. It is Quintessence. Aether. As humans, we are by nature imperfect beings. In truth, this feeds into that very same divine element, Aether. For in every person’s essence, in their spirit exists a hole. For some, it’s an undiscovered hobby. For others, it’s a person. Some are bigger than others, and some are tiny, but almost everyone has one of some sort. The rare few that are fully-filled are the most irresistible among us. Whole, perfect people. Pinnacle.

To me, the trick behind possession lies in that gap. To me, utilizing quintessence achieves the most perfect, most seamless, most permanent possession. We are all experts at the art in our own right, but each of us knew there had to be something greater that that temporary pleasure. Possession is inherently unnatural, so we soon all came to the conclusion that perfecting our art meant combining with the forces of nature, instead of opposing it. Let the natural world work in our favor, let 'possessed' be the stable form of our vessels in the world. My colleagues- they have their own ways about going things. They had… other ideas as to which means to use, which element to align to. I may be young, but this is my domain. I was confident in my hunch. And I would show my contemporaries why Quintessence was superior.

—

Heaven. That’s what I saw when I first met my roommate.

“Hey, looks like we’re roommates! I’m Will, good to meet you!”.

I shook his hand.

“Heh, so I’m an applied math major, but my parents have been pushing me to pick up the family business.” He chuckled warmly. “We’ll see where that goes- do you need any help unpacking, bro?”

I politely decline him, trying my hardest to reign in my emotions. He was perfect. Love at first sight.

We made great roommates too- maybe not so much friends, but we lived amazing together. Bathroom, trash, cleaning- we had it all down to a tee.

Still, living just a few feet next to the guy was endless torture. Walking by him in our small dorm room always made my insides jiggle. Butterflies welled whenever I caught the passing air as he walked to his desk. I practically melted every time he asked me for a favor. Not that they were ever truly bad. I couldn't say no to the guy. Such was his pull on me.

Will was a jet-setter too. Of course he was. Judging by the countless instagram posts and the quality of the clothes he wore, the boy was filthy rich. It's hard to not be jealous looking at your roommate casually plan out a trip to Hawaii to "de-stress". Sure. I couldn't blame him though, this was all he knew, this was his normal.

I actually asked him once why he even bothered dorming, given his apparent fortune. “I want the full college experience.” Like an angel descended from heaven, Will was just a bit clueless on what it was really like for everyone else. Well, not for long. I would encroach on this domain. Take him for my own, drag and bind him to our world. My world. Perfect myself through his flesh. I would show the others why this was this was the ultimate art. Quintessence.

I spent that first night practicing by tearing bits of my soul apart, melding its form before returning the mass to myself. I looked to the side to see my roommate in deep, peaceful sleep. Will.

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Will mentioned in passing a few times how well he was doing in class, like he was only getting better and better with every lecture. He aced his midterms- I offered to go with him to a party to celebrate, but he wanted to grab some shakes instead. I thought it was kind of cute. My sweet, sweet, innocent Will.

Much like his grades, Will popularity across the school had skyrocketed as well. Every frat wanted him to rush theirs and a few people in my dorm have even offered to trade rooms with me, citing some transparent excuses. Like I'd ever let them have him. Something about him just felt "right" and he attracted others wherever he went. And of course he had- for the past few months, I had be been contorting parts of my soul, my very essence to fill in his. With each passing day, I fed more and more of myself into Will, perfectly fitting each piece into his hole, perfecting my future vessel.

I, on the other hand, have been showing the opposite effect. Depleted. Pale, sickly. His friends often wondered why he even bothered hanging out with me or why he didn't want to switch roommates.

This didn’t appear to phase Will in the slightest. My changes so far had been invisible to him- Perhaps it was the booster shots of pure "me" I had been giving him daily, like his own self recognized the parts of me in him as part of my whole. Who knows.

His newfound popularity and inherent wealth gave him a constant supply of suitors. Everyone in my dorm certainly wanted him. Everyone. He had an irresistible charm to himself. Of course, this meant he always had someone with him, though no one seemed to fill his hole quite right. He’d spend most of our fall semester with a variety of different people for days, weeks at the longest. As kind and friendly and approachable as he was- he seemed just a bit distant romantically. He was craving something, he just didn’t know what.

I watched him often from a distance, amused at his lack of understanding- not that I’d expect him to know about my art. Those others… it was obvious to me why they couldn’t ever fulfill him. Why none of them could last or make him happy. It was all about fit. They hadn't been spending near-every waking and sleeping moment with him. They didn’t fit his hole perfectly like I did. I kept him fed on a constant supply of my essence, in turn changing the shape of his hole with regularity. In a sense, I gave him a taste of quintessence, outlined for his body that I was the only route to fulfilling it, implanting a craving no one else could satisfy.

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I took advantage of one particularly stormy night to do the deed. No one would hear us with the raging tempest outside our building.

I watched my future vessel stare at a page in deep thought. “What is that?”

He was studying some kind of math problem. “Eh, homework due tomorrow. It’s cool though, this one’s super easy”. My eyes glazed over trying to comprehend the symbols in front of me. I couldn’t wait to understand whatever that shit was, to own that brain, and the body to go along with it.

I waited for him to fall asleep to the sound of thunderstorms.

With rain pelting our window, and our room only lit by moonlight, I walked up to my Will.

I studied his sleeping form for a few moments, remarking on his shape, mesmerized.

It took a minute or so, but I finally regained composure. I began delicately undressing him. He didn’t move much when he slept, but it was still a bit of a struggle removing warm, silky pajamas off his form. I unbuttoned his shirt as well, slowly pulling the fabric to myself before setting it aside. Silk. Figures.

I ran my fingers through his floppy hair. God I wish I could have experienced you more like this… from the outside I took my nose up to his head giving him a sniff. Like Citrus- warm, bright pleasant sensations filled me.

That mouth was too good to not taste. And taste I did, giving Will a light, emotionally-driven kiss. Unable to control myself, I went further, graduating my light kiss into a full on make-out.

Instinctually, his body reciprocated, sucking in more of my essence all the while. I had to pull myself back. This dude slept like a rock.

Fingers traced his inner thigh, and I felt the tickle of his body hair as my hand glided across.

I stopped short of his cock, nestling my hand in a nest of his pubic hair, pondering slightly.

True, never seen the guy bring over someone that actually stayed the night. Boy must have exceptionally strong boundaries. Firm boundaries. I nod-impressed. I won’t. I smiled, once again looking at his slumbering face now with plump lips freshly open and wet from our exchange.

I move my hand quickly, coiling around his warm meat. I take the moment in, knowing this was further than most anyone had gotten with him. His body smiles, betraying its master as it knew it would soon become whole.

I pumped hard and pumped fast, not wasting a movement.

Will woke in a frenzy, looking at the outline of my hand, then at me then back at his rock hard cock, only barely constrained by his now-skintight boxer briefs. My arm slid across his abs in the process. They were tone and damp with sweat.

“I.. uh.. look I can explain-wait no! You! You’re doing this! What the fuck is this? Dude! What the fuck. Look man, I’m waiting till mar-”

I began to pull back. Perhaps I miscalculated. In the process, I accidentally grazed his warm cock. It alights in attention, quickly filling into my hand. I couldn't help but grasp it again.

Will shivered in sheer pleasure. He hesitated before panting and gyrating his hips to stimulate himself. “Fuck...no… wait… c-come back.. you-you can keep going”.

I very quickly began to get jealous of my own hands. I looked at Will expectantly. He’s deeply troubled, but entranced in lust-and perhaps entranced by the pull of my soul. I stopped a bit to adjust his cock out so I could finally see it for myself. “Ah…” He was still rock hard, though now a bit dejected by my abrupt halt. I couldn’t help it. I just sat there and marveled at the piece before me. Could this guy be any more perfect? Even in the moonlight, I could see it was massive, and pulsing slightly as blood kept filling in, expanding and hardening.

My mouth began to shape itself in anticipation. Now clearly in a commanding position, Will began to stroke my cheek tenderly. “Be a good roommate. Suck this dick clean, ok?” He winked. Hearing this side of him only served to further tug on my heartstrings. God I love this man.

Pleasure. First contact. Now I definitely had him further than anyone in this school.

I practically inhaled him as I followed his instruction. When he finally released, I made sure to ready myself. This was pure, concentrated Will. No way was I wasting any of this.

“Mmmmphhh” Holy shit! Will had so much of himself to give me. I thought back to how he had never done anything private since we started rooming together. No weird excuses for some alone time, no long showers or extended bathroom breaks... But it’s been months since we started rooming. I looked up to him with newfound awe. Will of fucking steel. Though at this very moment, his face only read pure relief and elation.

I couldn’t help but take some of his essence for myself, integrating it into me. Now we were both partially filled with each other’s soul. Still, I did wonder how taking that piece may have affected the guy. I watched him expectedly.

He was obviously spent, and as I searched his face for more emotion, he looked just a bit forlorn, like I hadn’t measured up.

I pout a little, thinking of the piece of him I accidentally took for myself. Damn. He looked like he was coming to some kind a conclusion, and based on his face, I needed to act fast.

“Dude, you’re sooo backed up... you know you coulda asked me for some alone time.” I began tenderly stroking his side.

“Well...I’ve never lived with someone before, so...you know- I don’t really know how any of this kind of stuff. You’re the best roommate I’ve ever had” he let out another sigh.

"I'm your only roommate, dude."

“But this.. I don't think“

Before he could finish, I ran my finger up his thigh again, leaning up chest, inhaling its scent for myself. I began to work my way up, tracing his Adam’s apple with my tongue before finally resting it in his mouth. Delicious. I sloppily kissed the man, accentuating the action by releasing a bit of my soul to backfill the piece I took. Aperitif.

Will gasps. “Oh fuck…”

“Roomy... fair’s fair, right?” I began rubbing my chest. “Your hot cum is still swimming inside me- this little piece of you I’m keeping forever.” I looked to him and grimaced. “But poor Will didn’t get anything for himself… Let me return the favor,” I gave a little more essence. That seemed to have had an impact. I began nodding as I watched for his reaction. “Fair’s. fair.”

“F-fair. Yeah…” he agreed breathlessly. He began nodding too. “Fair.”

I mount him from behind, stroking his back gently.

I drape his duvet over my back, around both of us. I moan a little in feeling the residual warmth of the blanket surrounding me, and the warmth in Wills body from in front. A taste of what’s to come.

“Uh..G-get on with it bro.. let’s..uh.. just get this over with” My man was a bit embarrassed but he obviously enjoying being toyed with like this. I found it endearing. He was quite nervous.

“Relax… What’s done is done, right? Let’s enjoy this for a bit.”

I begin by rubbing my palms up his back. I felt along his every ridge, up his spine. He was tone, sure, but the firm flesh in front of me read ‘Strength’. I continued rubbing and massaging his back with one arm and began to prep with my other.

"Yeah, you have no idea how hard it's been these past few months. Back home, I could have easily... well, whatever. Thanks for this, bro".

We sat there in focused huffs, continuing the motions as the rain continued to pour outside. I was so close.

I slammed my head to the back of his taking another deep whiff of his scent. One’s own body is nowhere near as fragrant when smelling from their own nose. I mark this scent in my memory. This was my scent. This is what I would smell like to other people-citrusy and fresh, and damp. Will.

I pushed my cock further in, causing Will’s mouth to open wider. A satisfied moan escaped his throat. I began to gyrate, feeding bits of my essence inside with every push. It was a gut punch to both his insides and his psyche.

“Jesus. Fuck. Oh god, it's like your dick is wearing me...Fuck. Keep going bro. Ffffff-”

“Don’t worry… I’m filling *huff* so deep in you *huff* you’re never getting this out.. I'll wear you *huff* right”.

I think he began to catch on to what I was doing, to what I had been doing, because he nodded it bitter recognition. "No wonder this year has been so good.. it's you, isn't it?" It didn’t matter. "Look, I appre-" He stopped himself short. I pushed deeper into him. "Whoops.."

It was far too late for Will. “YES! MORE! C’MON MAN YOU’RE SO CLOSE” Will screamed, now a slave to his soul’s desire to be whole. He reached back, pulling on my body and slamming me to his sweaty back. "GO! FINISH IT! COMPLETE ME"

Will roared as I finished inside him. He winced slightly as I jammed more than what his body had expected. A whole extra human’s worth of essence jammed up the ass of the man I loved. He let out a soft scream as I continued until every piece of my seed was inside.

In a flash of lightning, I completed my plans and the remains of my old body congealed into a mass of light. A weightless, ephemeral gauze-like substance. It was milky-white and shimmering. Concentrated essence of self with only one destination in mind- inside. There would be no going back.

I immediately dispersed once in his body to make us further-inseprable. As I phased into his being, I flooded his senses with pleasure, gently pulsing a few bits ever deeper inside so his body could acclimate to absorbing this much of my essence. I willingly digest my parts into Will’s body and he in turn took it all in, just as his body had been accustomed- no- taught to do. I completed the process, further binding myself to the man. Of course, it isn’t an exact science, and a bit of my overflow had to settle around him. Will looked the same, but felt just a bit bloated.

Still, we were whole. Finally whole. More than whole, in fact.

With a satisfied, weary smirk, Will patted his stomach before passing out. “Welcome home”.

As Will fell into unconsciousness as I began my work. He convulsed when parts of his body lit up to my control. In one final pulse, his back arched and I ascended to my rightful place as this body’s owner. A smile began to paint his face, but it was my smile.

With new hands still shaking from the endeavor, I begin giggling. Joy filled me when I felt Will’s lungs inside myself, breathing in and out as my own. Giggling turned to all out cackling, when the rest of my body’s sensations hit. It was raw selfishness, dragging Will to this world, to me, perfecting him by strapping his soul to my own. I couldn’t help but laugh. This divine body, this brilliant mind corrupted and contorted to fit a new master. To this body, I was god. As the storm continued raging beyond us, I finished laughing, feeling the wave of contentedness wash over myself, over a perfected possession. We stood up from the bed, emerging as one being at last. Art.

His lip quivered as he attempted to push the extra parts of me out. My greedy boy wanted to be whole without all the extra stuff-the extra me that came a long with it. I take back full control, reveling in hearing my Will-voice come out for the first time. “No can do roomy”.

I sniffed myself. Pleasant sensations filled me as his sweat and the remnants of his cologne coalesced in my nose. We were addicting. God, we were everything.

I went lightheaded when I first went to our reflection and saw his face look back. “Oh my fucking god I did it”.

I took note of the cute, angelic features of my new face, of the warm, virile new body I had sequestered myself in, and the gentle smile looking back. That smile very quickly turned wicked.

“….mmmmm god damn luxury”.

I managed to do it. Overstuffed him, filled him with more person than one person could ever fit, but I did it.

I was trembling in a mix of emotions. My new insides churned in excitement and my new arms shook in raw, unconfined bliss. “I fucking did it!”

These were my vocal cords now, and they spoke my words out his mouth-my mouth. Like velvet. Fuck, I did it.

I smirked a cocky expression, making sure to do so in front of the mirror. I’ve never seen such a face on Will, but this could only rile me up further. I ingrained this image in his brain, remembering this moment, the moment I took him in his entirety, the moment I took him for all eternity.

“This? This is mine” I taped his head with his fingers, and moaned gently as theorems and mathematical logic flooded my mind. I shook a little in ecstasy. My sense of being tingled with the influx of his knowledge, memories, mannerisms.

With his fingers fashioned like claws, I scratched at my new chest, swirling them all across my new sweaty pecs, and the abs that went along with it. “THIS-FUCK….YES… YES! YES! THIS IS MINE.”

I gave us a wink. “This is us now, Will.”

"This is me now." I gave our reflection a lick.

“Will. Will. William. Will. William. ” I repeat the name, relishing as my new label left my new tongue, chuckling manically and crying in jubilant expression. Will fits me so well. What a great name. This too was now mine forever. It felt natural to call myself this.

I make his voice reverberate and moan loudly, mouthing myself off in the mirror while arranging my new face in lewd, sinful expressions of the new desires Will’s body now had. Compared to the inherently polite, proper air he often exuded, it felt wrong. Yet by that same sense, this also felt so right.

The aftermath in the following hours were absolute hell. His body was not accustomed to encapsulating both my entire soul and the excess me that came along with it.

In fact, wearing him like this placed a dull, bloated pain on my soul. I didn’t care- the pleasure of being Will and containing a whole-self inside far exceeded any discomfort.

Feeling Will’s pain, his fatigue as my own was its own delight in its own special way, like a constant reminder of who I was wearing, and who I now was.

It took a few hours before it all settled down and we drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke, I looked at my acquired, transcended self in the mirror. Perfection.

My verdant new eyes near-shimmered as I stared at myself. Gently curled brown hair, youthful, glowing skin, hypnotic green eyes- My new body had a serene, natural quality to it, but paired with the angelic face I now possessed, we were heaven on earth. God we were beautiful.

His flesh and my being- a match made in paradise. Like a walking garden of Eden, I drew in everyone around me.

In fact, it became I drew in too much around me.

It was perhaps my only ‘flaw’. Having so much soul stuffed into a man brings about an irresistible quality in him. The extra life-force we now emanated must have been intoxicating to others. It didn’t matter to me. I was content remaining like this- that is until I began to feel a bit of my excess essence leak out in our shared sleep.

It happened a week after I became Will. Without my grip on ourselves, I began to feel his body release a bit of my essence. Barely conscious, Will’s body could only mumble one phrase before we both passed out. “Too much.”

When I awoke, I ran Will’s fingers all over our shared skin. I poked and prodded at my face, making sure everything was in order before letting out a sigh of relief.

Getting inside this man was easy-practically destiny. But staying in him, keeping us contained like this, this would be a problem. That phrase was gnawing at me too. There has to be something more to it. I repeated to myself over and over on my way to his math class, trying to glean insight.

“Too much”

-End-

Wanted to try bringing some elements from my other stories into this one. Hope you like it!

#male possession #male body control #male mind control

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