#korn fanfiction

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Comfort (Munkathan Fanfiction)

Pairing: James 'Munky' Shaffer X Jonathan Davis (KoRn)

Summary: After Dealing With Some Bullies Back In Class, Jon Grows Fed Up And Leaves In A Fit Of Anger. His Best Friend James (Munky) Notices That His Friend Seems Upset And So He Follows Him To See What's Up. Anxiety Engulfs Jon's Mind And Body And He Begins To Grow Paranoid But Thankfully James Is There To Offer Some Comfort.

Warnings: Mention Of Bullies, Anxiety Attack, Slight Paranoia, Real Life Pairing.

Jon stormed out of the classroom with anger flowing through his veins. No longer could he hear the laughter of the assholes he had left behind, the only thing audible to him now was the blood roaring through his ears. He let his feet guide him to a private location, a location he favored the most out of the entire school. The music room. His pace slowed as he reached the wooden door to the now empty classroom. It was dark inside from what he could see through the little glass window connected to the door. Jon's hand found its way to his pocket as he began to fiddle for something inside. He felt something tiny and jagged and pulled it out. A small piece of glass. He maneuvered the piece of glass to fit inside the lock of the door and with some quick twists to the right and then to the left the door clicked open. He pulled himself inside quickly and slammed the door shut behind him. Thinking back it wasn't the smartest move to slam the door but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything at that moment.

He walked to the far back of the music room where there was a small hidden corner connected to where the bathroom was. Jon had spent all of his time in this corner when he had music class. It was pirvate enough and nobody bothered him. He wrote lyrics here, tuned guitars here, he had even fiddled with his pair of bagpipes here when he had them. It was a comfort spot of sorts. But no lyrics were going to be written here today. The small boy plopped himself on the hard floor with a thud and pulled his knees up to his chest, he could feel his heart rate begin to speed up and tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. He tried his hardest to hold them back But- Oh god who cares no one was here. Jon placed his hands ontop of his head and began to cry. His skinny frame trembled with each sob as he allowed his mind to wander back to the past. The horrible things people have said or done to him...and all he wanted to do was to fit in and to be a good boy. That's all he wanted.

"Fuck This Damned Place! Fuck It All To Hell!" Jon screamed as he tugged at his dreadlocks.

Jon's brain was sending itself into such an anxious frenzy that he didn't hear the door to the music room slowly open with an agoonizingly long creak. Two pair of lights flashed on and footsteps began to slowly approach him. He hadn't noticed though. His eyes were tightly shut and his brain was so loud..

"Jon Are You In Here? It's Me James."

Jon's eyes slowly flickered open. He regonized that name, but was it the James he knew or was it one of the assholes who picked on him pretending to be his good friend? If so Jon knew he couldn't do anything but kick and scream at them, though no one ever seemed to hear his yells for help anyways. The small boy's heart began to race faster and his breathing began to grow erratic, he didn't even notice the shadow that fell over him as the figure crouched down in front of him.

"Jon Look At Me! Hey Man, Snap Out Of It!"

So it was his James. His vision grew blurry and he couldn't muster the energy to speak, his heart was beating to fast and he couldn't breath. His sobbing came out in choked whines. James expression was one of pure concern, he didn't think he'd ever seen his friend so shaken up before. He tried once more to reach out to Jon but no reply came. Jon just continued to shake, pant, and cry. James frowned. The guitarist sithered up to the smaller boy and propped himself up next to him. He hoped that what he was about to do next would help. He gently wrapped an arm around Jon and pulled him into a tight hug, he then took the boys hand and squeezed it.

"its Alright Jon. I've Got Ya.."

"J-James I-I Can't B-Breath!"

" Shh, Deep Breaths Jon, Just Calm Down. Your Alright Now. Please Just Calm Down.."

James rubbed gentle cricles along his friends hand and whispered words of encouragment. Jon leaned into James' body and tried his best to take deep breaths. James' presence, his voice, his touch, his scent. It seemed to awaken something in Jon and he began to slowly feel himself relax. His heart rate slowed and he began to get his breathing back. James clutched him tightly.

"Attaboy Jon, Thats It, Your Alright~"

Jon swung his arms around James' neck and held onto him as if his life depended on it. He buried his face into James' chest and cried. James rested his chin atop of Jon's head and rocked himself back and forth. It was a little while before his friend began to fully calm down but once he did he shakily lifted his head up and etched his way out of James' grasp. James tilted his head and looked at Jon, he offered a smile.

"You Alright Man?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm Good. S-Sorry You Had To Witness That.."

"Nah Its Alright, You Know I Don't Mind. Its Better To Let it Out Than To Keep It In Right?"

"Yeah, I Suppose So, Heh."

The guitarist smiled and twirled one of Jon's dreadlocks before getting up and walking over to a table with a box of tissues on it. He grabbed it and walked back over to the corner and plopped the box onto Jon's lap, he then sat back down next his friend. Jon nodded his thanks before taking a tissue and wiping his stained face. James placed a hand on the singer's shoulder and gave it a light massage. Jon looked over and smiled before scooting back over towards the guitaritst and snuggling back into his side. The guitarist's face flushed.

"Thanks For Being Here Munk."

"Hm, No Problem Jon."

James smiled at the use of his nickname. But he wondered what his teacher thought of his sudden absence though, probably just thought he went out for a quick smoke was all. The bell for lunch would ring soon but he figured Jon didn't really care for it at the moment. Though James would have liked to go out and meet with their other band of friends he knew that Jon would need some time alone and probably didn't fancy to be near large crowds of people at the moment. James didn't really mind though, he'd stay here in this dark music room with his friend for as long as he needed. Jon's head shifted as he looked up at James with those brown puppy dog eyes. James swore he could feel his heart melt at the sight, Jon's little pout was utterly adorable. The singer grinned at his friend before maneuvering his head to snuggle into James' neck. James chuckled softly and rested a cheek back onto Jon's head.

[issuesdolly]

Your Jonathan Davis Meet & Greet Gets Kinky

Content warning: 18+ Smut, handjob, oral, unprotected sex, p in v, jealousy/teasing sex, finishing inside 

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Summary: You are Jonathan Davis’s girlfriend and you accompany him to a Meet & Greet where fans get to interact with him. You generally don’t get jealous but this particular Meet & Greet tests your patience as some fans get way too friendly and flirty with him, touching him to the point of making him aroused. After you get angry, Jonathan decides to make it up to you in a very hot, kinky way.... to reassure you.

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Story:

You had accompanied Jonathan to several of his Meet & Greet events before. They were generally pretty tame as people were extremely excited to meet him but pretty respectful when they actually do. This Meet and Greet was a bit different. It was an event inside a mall outlet store music shop where it's just a meet with Jonathan and not the other band members. He was promoting his solo project and each fan gets a 1 minute chat, a picture and something signed. The two of you had planned to go out to dinner together after the event so it was easier to follow him to the one hour Meet & Greet and go to dinner together after than to wait at home. 

Security and entourage were all around, chaperoning the interactions and giving each fan the gentle "time's up" escort after they had their moment. You stood in the corner with a cup of coffee, watching it all go down. You were so proud of him. You loved how radiant his smile was and how kind he was to everybody. No matter how long he has done these kinds of events, he still has a bit of giddy social awkwardness so when a fan is lost for words and over-excited, there's still a bunch of awkward laughter and pauses from Jonathan as well. 

And of course, people LOVE to touch him and give him hugs. You've generally accepted this. He's very talented and equally turns people on and has for decades with his sexy stage presence. It's totally undeniable that women, men, transgender and folks of all pronouns are desperate for a picture snuggling him and giving him a big hug. People pull out all sorts of body parts in hopes he will sign them so they can get it tattooed. It's overwhelming just how much people want him to leave a "mark" on them in some way. It's also funny when the men try to play it cool with a civil handshake but clearly wish they could grab him in a hug like the female fans do. However, NO ONE is more forward, aggressive and borderline disrespectful than the female fans. They have no shame. In your heart, you can't really blame them. If this was your only moment with him, you'd probably act the same. 

Jonathan always does his best to play it cool though. He'll give them a nice hug, call them "hun" or "sweetheart" and let them embrace him but hasn't crossed any lines anymore. Since he's been with you, he's not hooked up with groupies on tour or taken advantage of the same "opportunities." Generally you both were amused when you'd watch a fan totally lose their cool. For example, one women got her moment with Jonathan for a picture and was so afraid to touch him she was shaking. Jon took the lead and wrapped an arm around her waist and she accidentally let out a giddy moan followed by inappropriately loud laughter. After her picture she went to turn around and shake his hand goodbye and managed to trip over his foot and fall. Security helped her to her feet while Jon said "oh shit sorry hun, are you ok?" All she could do was smile and nod and skulk away as her friend laughed her ass off. Jonathan gave you glances from time to time as the two of you grinned at each other and laughed. People's reactions were sometimes pretty damn funny. 

It was getting towards Jon's 20 min break before the next round of Meet & Greet fans got their turn with him. Next up in line was a young lady who looked to be 18 to 20 or so. You smelled trouble. She were dressed beyond provocatively and had a gorgeous see-through goth-lace shirt with a lace bra underneath and a short plaid miniskirt with chains on it. She paired this with thigh high fishnet stockings and heeled boots. She had long and shiny, gorgeous, wavy jet black hair and amazing makeup and piercings. She looked like a pornographic version of Wednesday Addams. Unfortunately you knew this was EXACTLY Jonathan's type and that this girl looked sexy as hell to him. 

She slowly approached him with a seductive walk, keeping her cool FAR better than the other fans. Jonathan paused, watching her in a kind of stunned amazement and smiling. 

"Hi hun, what's your name?" Jon asked quietly. 

"Emilia," she said in a sultry, low voice, while shaking his hand and not being quick to let go of it. 

"Nice to meet you, Emilia," Jon replied meekly. 

"I can't believe I'm finally meeting you, I listened to your music all the damn time this year, I love you so much," she continued in her soft, beautiful voice. 

"Awww, you're too kind hun," Jon said while trying to avoid eye contact with her. She had gorgeous eyes and was giving him the "fuck me" stare and he was definitely trying hard to dodge it while smiling at the ground but stealing glances at her gorgeous body. 

Jon tried to break the silence. "So, did you bring something you'd like me to  sign or?" Jon said in a giddy tone. 

"No. Actually, I'm doing kind of a bucket list thing. I missed my prom. I was sick that night. Stayed home in bed listening to your music all night instead," Emilia continued while forcing eye contact with him and stepping closer. 

"Y...yeah? Sorry about your prom. Um. That sucks you missed it," Jonathan said trying to keep his composure. 

"That's alright," Emilia said. "I had a MUCH better night in bed listening to you," she said while giving him a naughty smirk and touching his shoulder. Jon couldn't help but let out a dark, dirty chuckle. She chuckled in response.

You were getting flustered by now, wondering just how much further this lady was going to push and tease him. 

"So my bucket list idea was if I meet you, take a prom style picture with you, if you're down," Emilia continued cooly, while moving her hand off his shoulder and pointing to her friend, who had her phone ready. 

You knew what she meant. She wanted Jon to stand behind her, with her back up against him and his arms wrapped around her from behind, to  reinvent those cute “couple's prom night” pictures. You were getting QUITE irritated by now. She'd made him an offer he can't refuse. People in line overheard her request and went "awww! Do it Jon!" 

Jon paused awkwardly and looked at her, grinning and sort of wringing his hands a bit, thinking about it. 

"Um. Sure hun, it's all good," he said. 

She wasted no time turning around and pressing her backside against him. As her friend got their cellphone camera positioned to take the picture, she pressed her short skirt up against the crotch of his pants. He briefly froze just staring down at her ass, pressed up against him in a skirt that barely covered it. Then he awkwardly moved his arms towards her waist for the "cuddle pose" picture. She was bold enough to grab his hands and place them firmly on her hips and hold him in place. She tugged his whole body further against her, pushing her ass into him harder. He tried to loosen her grasp on him a little. He shifted his body against her and briefly lost his balance, stunned by how forward she was being. He touched her hips gingerly with his fingers and tried hard to resist the urge the caress her. He clearly wanted to though. He let out some very nervous laughter while her friend said "ready?" and held up her phone.

Jonathan looked really flustered, even a bit red in the face, and smiled a big awkward smile while the camera flash captured their "moment." People applauded and went “aww” and a few cheered and went “woooo!” and whistled "whe-whewwww!" because it was a pretty damn sexy/cute picture. 

You'd seen enough. You were finally pissed. You stormed off into the breakroom and as you walked by security you heard two of them chuckle and one say "told you so man! He shouldn't have brought his girl haha." Sounded like they had wagers going on how long before you lose your cool over thirsty groupies. 

You overheard break-time being called shortly after and Jonathan entered the dressing room with a few people from his entourage. He saw you sulking and standing in the corner with a dark expression on your face. He asked them to give you guys some time alone. They agreed and stepped out. 

Before you said ANYTHING, Jonathan said "look.... I KNOW. That went too far, I'm sorry. I didn't really know what to do, she caught me off guard." Jon stepped towards you and went to give you a big hug. You rejected it, stepping across the room to sulk some more. He trailed after you, pulling you in closer while trying to give you a big reassuring embrace. "I'm sorry! I should have thought about it!" Jonathan continued. You let him hug you finally.

However, as you were hugging him, your fronts were pressed together and you could feel a bulge in his pants. You let go of him and looked down and could see his very obvious erection. He immediately realized you had noticed and tried to adjust himself while looking embarrassed. You locked eyes with him and gave him an angry scowl. 

"You already had a hard-on when you fucking came in here, didn't you?!" you demanded. 

Jonathan squinted with embarrassment and put his head in his hands, groaning and sighing, while slowly nodding in acknowledgment and stepping away from you.

"She fucking turned you on! You got a damn boner! I knew it" you said, very flustered at this point. 

"I don't know what to say sweetheart, dicks are stupid! She smelled amazing, she was down to fuck and she was batshit crazy, I'm SORRY. You know I wouldn't though! It's- it's biological ... it's-..... DICKS ARE DUMB!!!" Jonathan repeated, stumbling over his words and stuttering with apologies and humiliation.

You stormed over to the couch and sat down. You weren't going to admit it yet, but you knew he was right. Women are ALWAYS trying to seduce him and beg for it and just because he CAN doesn't mean he would fuck them anymore. 

"Just fu--- fu... I don't know! Put yourself in my shoes," Jonathan said while sitting down next to you on the couch. You scooted away from him as he tried to touch you. "Imagine there was a literal line out the door full of super hot dudes desperate for even one minute with you, trying to seduce you, tease you and fucking feel you up. Maybe your pussy would get wet or something. Maybe your n-- nipples would get hard! But you wouldn't act on it! It's fucking crazy! It still trips me out anyone is that into me! But- but it’s biological... humans.. we ... fucking suck! Someone grabs you like that and you get horny! Then you gotta fight with your conscience! It's just fucking nature vs. your willpower and it's embarrassing. I'm sorry!! I’m SO, SO SORRY!!" Jonathan said while still trying to pull you in for a hug on the couch. 

You reluctantly allowed him to hug you and pull you closer. He caught his breath and breathed hard while pausing, knowing there's not much else he can say. He gave you a very firm, loving hug. You finally returned it and looked him in the eye. You were on the verge of tears. He looked genuinely upset and embarrassed and deeply sorry. 

"I LOVE you. I'm not gonna fuck that up over some stranger. I don't do that shit anymore. I don't want to live with that kind of guilt anymore. You've made my life so much better. I'm not gonna throw that away just cuz someone rubs up against me, OK?" You didn't say anything. 

"OK?" Jonathan pleaded, while putting his hand on your chin and forcing you to make eye contact with him. His eyes looked like he was half ready to cry he was so embarrassed and upset he’d hurt you.  

You locked eyes with him and his eyes bore into you searching for an answer. 

"Ok," you whispered. He gave you a big, slow, deep kiss. 

"The difference is, YOU are the one I want to touch. YOU'RE the one who I want to come home to, ok?" 

You held him and shifted your position on the couch to face him. You draped your legs across his lap as he continued to hold you. Jonathan leaned in and kissed your lips, cheek and then your neck. 

"I'm all yours baby," Jonathan said quietly, right into your ear before slowly licking and biting it. You were still flustered and pissed but you weren't about to reject him. You immediately felt yourself shiver and your nipples tingle while he licked and nibbled your ear and neck. He made soft moaning noises as he put his hand on your neck and stroked it, gently grabbing it and pulling you in for a longer, deeper french kiss. 

He let you out of the kiss for a moment and breathed against your neck while slowly licking it and moving back up to your ear to whisper into it again. You felt your body tingling and your pussy starting to drip into your panties. 

"I'm ALL yours," he repeated. He took your hand with one of his and placed it on his lap, where his dick was still hard.... MUCH harder now. 

"And THIS, THIS….. is all yours too," he said in a deep, naughty, quiet voice as he pushed your hand against his dick. You moaned and your thighs shook a bit as the adrenaline shifted from rage adrenaline to insanely horny adrenaline. You started rubbing his hard cock through his pants and he groaned deeply. 

You rubbed his pants more firmly and were surprised how animalistic this whole jealousy thing had made you. You grabbed his dick through his pants and he encouraged you to, spreading his legs and sitting back on the couch, locking eyes with you and smiling while pressing your hand hard against his dick through his pants. He grunted and panted. It was clear he really wanted to take all that frustrated sexual energy the fans had left him with and give it all to you. 

"Let me make it up to you baby, RIGHT now," Jonathan said in a low voice. 

You moaned against his face as he nuzzled you with his beard and you just nodded in agreement. Without a word he got off the couch and knelt in front of you. You were wearing a skirt and a v neck shirt. You opened your legs as he knelt in front of you and parted your thighs. First he pushed his hands up into your shirt, squeezing and caressing your breasts while pushing you back against the couch and letting you whine and grab his dreads. He pushed your shirt up and took one of your breasts into his mouth, licking, sucking and nibbling your nipple. Your breasts tingle and your nipples hardened with arousal and your pussy got more soaked. You had to stay aware of where you were. In a BREAK room with entourage right outside and fans in the lobby waiting for him to return. You tried to stay quiet and keep your moans soft as you gripped his hair more firmly and he went on sucking your breast. 

He pushed his hand up your thigh and under your skirt. His hands were so big and warm and you were losing your mind. You had been so furious/jealous and now you were getting everything you wanted and needed. He reached your panties and gently rubbed your pussy through them. His hands felt the heat of your pussy and the fact the crotch of your panties was soaked all the way through to the outside. "Ooohhhh, so hot and bothered," Jonathan said while looking up at your face with a smirk. You had to laugh together. The two of you exchanged a naughty chuckle as Jon continued to rub your clit and pussy through your panties, which were now saturated at the crotch. "Mmmmff... my girl," he whispered at you while dragging his lips across your inner thighs. "Are you going to let me make my girl feel better now?" he asked in a soothing, naughty voice. 

"Yes... fuck yes!" was all you could reply as you held his head and stroked his hair. He gingerly rubbed his fingers against your pussy through your panties, before pulling them aside at the crotch. He knelt further into your inner thighs and braced himself against you and the couch. He plunged his face fully under your skirt and started taking deep licks into your pussy. You instinctively moaned... TOO loud.  Jon ALSO had to remember where the two of you were. 

He kept one hand on your thigh and raised another up to your mouth to cover it while he continued lapping your pussy and shaking his head rapidly against it so he stimulated your clit even more. You moaned loudly into his big hand as it covered your mouth. You felt faint, and when you opened your eyes and looked around the room, you realized your vision was practically hazy. It wasn't until then you realized that level of jealousy followed by actually fucking him was getting you off more than you could ever imagine. You pushed his face harder into your pussy and he let his tongue slide deeper into it as you continued moaning into his hand and breathing hard. 

Just then, there was a knock on the break room door. Both of you froze as you were a bit too lost in the moment. Neither of you responded quick enough and the door came open as one of Jonathan's managers stood in the doorway. "Jon, you're wanted back in 10 mi------ ah... SHIT." There was no denying what the two of you were doing.

His manager had walked in on Jon knelt in front of your open legs with his head buried under your skirt. The manager closed the door wordlessly. A moment passed as Jon pulled his face out from between your wet thighs and you pushed your skirt back down to cover yourself. On the other side of the door you could hear two of his entourage muttering to one another and one say "FUCK, not again!" This wasn't the first time the two of you had gotten carried away while he was doing something important. 

The door cracked open again as the manager reluctantly stepped back in while avoiding looking at what was going on in the room.

 "Do you think you could get your shit together, Jon? You're wanted back in 10 minutes" they said in an annoyed but resigned tone. 

"Y---yeah. YES. Sorry," Jonathan replied. 

Your cheeks were red and hot and all you could do was look at the ground and cover your face and bury it in your hands with embarrassment.

"Thank you. OK? 10 minutes," the manager reiterated before shutting the door. 

You shook your head and were extremely sexually frustrated now. His dick was still hard. You stood up from the couch as you said "we should stop. I'm sorry." 

Jonathan stood up and pushed a chair against the door, wedging it against the door knob. 

"FUCKIT," Jonathan said in a confident tone. "They aren't gonna do a Jonathan meet and greet without Jonathan!" He stepped back towards you and grabbed your waist. You couldn't believe it. He REALLY was determined to fuck you. But you weren't about to fight him off. "We'll have to make it quick.... but.... I want to finish what we started" Jonathan said with a dark smirk. You returned the smirk and nodded. 

Jonathan wasted no time. He kissed down your body and firmly grabbed your thighs, plunging his face back under your skirt and pulling your panties to the side again, licking your clit hard and firm and massaging it rapidly with his tongue. You couldn't help but moan and yelp and feel dizzy, using his shoulders for balance as he gripped your hips, making sure you didn't fall over. He bit the side of your panties and pulled them down your legs with his teeth. You moaned louder, watching him do this. You  moved your feet and stepped out of your panties, crushing yourself up against his face. He sucked on the lips of your pussy, pulling them gently with his lips and giving them gentle nibbles. He pushed a finger in and swirled it around inside you while gripping your hip with his other hand and sucking on your clit with his lips. You couldn't take it anymore. You NEEDED him inside you.

"S-s-stand up, come here!" you said. He obeyed you and rose up from where he was knelt in front of you. You breathed hard, staring at him. The two of you were pressed together.

"I wanna fuck you so bad right now," you whimpered. 

'So fuck me," Jonathan said in a quiet, calm voice, with a big grin on his face. Instead of doing ANYTHING to you, he let you take the lead. You saw his hard dick through his pants and instead of him undoing his own pants or pulling you into him, he placed both of his arms behind his back and folded his hands together as if he was handcuffed. He just stood there in front of you, waiting to see what you'd do to him while locking eyes with you. He looked down at his pants and then back up at your face, grinning. 

You went wild. You grabbed his waist and hungrily undid his belt buckle and undid the button and the zip on his pants. You pushed him against the wall of the break room and reached into his boxers, grabbing his hard dick and jerking him with one hand while pulling him by the hair with your other hand to bring him in for a deep kiss. 

He moaned and grunted into your mouth and his cock twitched in your hands. You rubbed the tip of his big dick with your thumb and could already feel precum leaking from the tip. He was as hard as he ever gets, clearly also insanely turned on by how much you desperately wanted to lay claim to him. He was definitely going to let you do whatever you wanted to him. You pressed yourself against him and kept giving him a handjob while the two of you exchanged sloppy kisses and an off-balance, dizzy embrace. 

Eventually HE too lost his cool. Witnessing your jealous rage and horniness for him had turned him on to the extreme as well. He was definitely getting off on knowing how bad you wanted him all to yourself. He pushed you back onto the couch. The couch was  too narrow to properly climb on top of you so instead, he grabbed your legs up in the air and pulled your body to the side so you were facing him on the couch.

He pulled your legs apart and placed your legs on each of his shoulders, lowering his pants and boxers more. He knelt in front of your pussy in a crouched position on the couch.... He paused for a moment, taking in just how bad you want it. You were gasping in anticipation. You gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him towards you and said "FUCKING DO IT!" you whined. He groaned and pushed his long, hard dick into you. You couldn't be quiet, but you tried. You placed your own hand over your mouth while he fucked you, deeper and deeper with each pump. 

"AGGGGHhHH.. S--SHHIIIIIIITTT" Jonathan sputtered while pushing further into your pussy and feeling it grip around him. You were so wet and slippery and still a bit enraged so you returned his firm pumps by aggressively bucking your hips forward against him. You looked at each other's flustered faces while he pushed deeper into you and he picked up speed. You were surprised you already felt so close to coming. I guess something about the adrenaline of rage and jealousy paired with the heat of the moment really had you going. 

You gripped his dreads and pulled him closer against you. You don't usually yank his hair this hard but you were still a bit enraged with him. He pressed on top of you, crushing you up against the couch and pumping hard into you. "FUCK. FUCK. SHHIIIITTT.... You really f--fu-ffucking wanted it hmmm?" Jonathan said. You groaned and nodded in return, pushing your hips forward against him.

Jon ground his crotch hard into you and held it there as you still had a firm grip on his hair. "Mmmmmmm... maybe I should make you jealous more often," Jon said in a naughty voice. You didn't like the thought of that…at least you didn’t THINK you did. But now, you were so close to coming you couldn't stand it. You squeezed your pussy tight around him and he winced and went "AGHHH!!! mmmmm" and pumped faster and faster. His huge cock was seeking your deepest regions and you desperately needed to cum with him. You pushed hard against him one more time, impaling yourself on cock. Your pussy pulsated as your orgasm hit you in delicious waves and you couldn't stop yourself from moaning and grunting loudly. 

Jonathan wasn't far behind. However, he slowed his pumps briefly while you came, just watching you, almost taken aback by the intensity of your orgasm. All he could do was moan and whimper watching your face and feeling your pussy squeeze and throb around his leaking dick as he was about to bust. "DAMN baby," Jon said as you opened your eyes slowly. You had squirted a little when you came and gotten his crotch extra wet.  You had definitely gone full animal on him. You REALLY needed that orgasm. "DAMN," he repeated, realizing just how hard you came all over his cock. He shook his head while smiling gleefully.  

Jonathan caught himself and continued pumping nice and hard. It  felt amazing as he fucked you in your post-orgasm bliss while your pussy and clit were drenched and super sensitive. However, Jonathan wasted no time pumping harder and faster into you, slamming you against the couch. You could hear the wet slapping of his balls against your drenched cunt and distantly, you could hear people outside the break room as they were getting more impatient. "AHHhhhhhh.... shi--I'm gonna cu- cum!" Jon groaned as his body started shaking. "Cum for me baby," you said while wrapping your legs tightly around him and pushing him as far into you as he could go. "AHHHH!!!! SHHiiiiiiiii----" Jon sputtered as he whimpered and blew inside you. His whole body shook as you hugged him tightly against you and he unloaded his full dick deep inside you. He lost his balance and fell against you on the couch as he came. The two of you blanked out together for a moment as he just emptied and emptied and tried to breathe. It sounded like he was literally having a difficult time inhaling new air.

There was a heavy quiet for a moment as the two of you just froze in that position until he was done pumping and leaking every last drop. You loosened your grip on his dreads and slowly parted your thighs, letting his crotch out of the lock you had him in while he'd come. He was lethargic and dizzy, while shaking and panting. The two of you slowly and reluctantly let go of each other as he pulled out of you. He whined and groaned as he tried to stand up, only to stumble and quickly fall back down on the couch with his dick still out of his pants, still leaking and dripping. The two of you sat side by side on the couch, catching your breath while dripping juices onto the fabric of it.

"Well SHIT, baby!" Jonathan eventually said with his voice breaking, as he began to giggle, trying to figure out how to clean up this mess. You locked eyes with him and giggled back. Just a few moments later there was an insistent knock on the door. The manager knew better than to open the door this time but they said in a pissed- off voice, "JON! You are wanted back at the meet and greet table... NOW."

"OK! ON MY WAY! SHIT MAN!" Jonathan said with his voice cracking as he slowly staggered to his feet, looking dazed and confused. Jonathan looked around the room for something to clean the two of you up with.

There was a tissue box on the table. He grabbed a bunch of tissues and wiped his leaking dick  and the front of his pants before handing some tissues to you for you to clean yourself up with. Your legs were shaking as you wiped your inner thighs and pussy and stumbled across the room to locate your panties and put them back on. As you put them back on you realized how soaked they were and thought of just throwing them away, but figured you'd better just wear them. His cum was leaking down your thigh so you lined your wet panties with some tissues so it wouldn’t leak all the way down your leg. 

The two of you embraced and slowly kissed one more time. 

Jonathan sighed, still breathing hard and beads of sweat coming down his forehead, as he pushed his sweaty, tangled hair out of his face. He leaned against your ear.

"I love you. Like I said....I'm All yours baby, I promise. Always," he whispered as he gently felt you up and kissed your cheek. 

"I love you too, Jon," you quietly replied.

You looked at his face. His beard was still a bit damp from him having gone down on you. You giggled and said "you should probably wash your face."

Jon pressed his hands against his face and gently mopped his beard while laughing and grinning. "Probably," he said while smirking. 

"Or maybe I'll just go back. There's probably not time anyway. You and I can just know you left your mark on me," he said while winking and smirking. 

The thought of him going back out there smelling like you turned you on incredibly. You grinned and just nodded your head. 

The two of you held hands and hobbled out of the break room unsteadily together, looking rather dazed and elated. Reluctantly you let go of his hand and stood back in the corner of the Meet & Greet room. He took slow, unsteady steps back to his Meet & Greet desk and the queue of fans continued to approach him one by one. He had the biggest goofy smile on his face and looked very exhausted now, still trying to catch his breath and play it cool.

Any chance he got, he exchanged a glance with you and you returned it with a naughty smile and a wave. Distantly you could hear his managers angrily muttering.

All you could make out was "someone's gotta tell Jon to stop letting his girl tag along to these damn things, man."

[lambhouse]

unpopular opinion (from what i've seen so far) but i actually liked the ending. it was supposed to be tragic and i'm not gonna stop crying about it for the next 5-10 business years but i came here to be emotionally pummeled into dust AND I AM. JOB DONE AND DONE SPLENDIDLY, BOC, THANK YOU FOR THE PAIN.

[the-pink-quill]

Currently watching the final episode of 4 Minutes, and whoever is writing the dialogue (Sammon) needs an award .

Tongkla, being confronted by his side piece while the boyfriend who he himself has become a side piece for is right there:

"Yeah, I killed your brother. While we are at it, I also cheated on you while you were gone.(second line is almost word for word)."

Then immediately takes a bullet for Korn, not even knowingly, because in that split second it is just instinct to shield Korn... Korn, who ends his own life over Tongkla's body anyway, because after he has lost Tongkla and the dreams they once had, he has nothing more to live for.

To any BOC interns trawling through tumblr, please do a isekai/time travel season two where Korn gets to go back in time to college and fix his mistakes, especially the ones with Tongkla. Fanfic writwrs, if you're listening, please hear my prayers.

But really, I just really want Sammon's brand of Mafia husbands. Kinnporsche ended without a single scene with them as mafia husbands (and personally, I don't expect much from Porsche anyway) and Unforgotten Night didn't have Mafia husbands at all.

I just want a pair of morally bankrupt boys getting together in college and wrecking the underworld as men. I've read too many Kpop renditions of this story, now I wanna see it on screen.

[strawbszz]

Jonathan Davis x fem!reader smut

Warnings: smut(of course), f1ngering, oral (fem receiving), cursing

You and Jon were lying in bed cuddled up.

He was wearing a red long sleeve shirt and baggy jeans.

You were wearing gray sweatpants and a band tee(of your choice)

“F-fuck..” Jon randomly blurted out.

“What?” You say slightly giggling.

“Y-you heard that..?” He looks up at you shocked.

“Of course i did.” i giggle “what’s wrong baby..?” You say softly.

“I-i’m h-hard..” Jon replies.

“Y-you’re..” i am stunned “y-you’re serious..?”

“Yes!!!” He whines “c-can i.. uh..”

“Can you what?- o-oh fuckk~” *i cover my mouth.

He starts rubbing two fingers on my clothed clit.

“Y-yeah..?” He breaths heavily “you like that? Huh?”

“Mhm!!” I cover mouth

“Let me hear you..” Jon takes my hand off my mouth.

My eyes roll back “j-jon..”

“Speak up hun..” he starts rubbing faster.

I moan “i-i need you..”

“Be more specific dear..” he chuckles lowly.

“I-i need your mouth..” i bite my lip.

“Alright.. fine I’ll stop teasing you.”

He slowly pulls down my sweat pants. He sees a wet patch on my underwear.

“So wet.. for me?” He looks up at me.

He pulls my underwear down.

“Fuck..” he whispers. He touches your hole with his thumb. He whimpers.

I whine. “Please..”

“Please what?” He smirks.

“Please eat me out..” i whine.

“I’d love to..” jon says.

He slowly bends down keeping eye contact with his tongue sticking out. He licks all the way from your hole up to your clit.

I moan loudly “holy shit!!”

He starts sucking your clit as i grip onto his dreads.

“Jonathan!!��� I scream his name.

Jon moans into your pussy.

He starts pushing two fingers into your hole while sucking your clit.

“F-fuckkk..” i grip harder at his dreads.

“So.. fucking.. good..” he moans “good.. fuckin’ girl..” he huffs.

“I-its too much..!!!” I moan.

“Oh its too much? Huh?” He starts speeding up his fingers. “Take my fingers..” he kisses and sucks your clit.

I scream “j-jon..!!”

“C-come for me.. all over my face.. and all over my fingers…”

My climax hits hard.

“Holy shit..” i huff.

“You okay (y/n)?” Jon says a little worried.

“I’m okay baby..” i breathe out “can i help you now?” I smirk.

“Well uhh..” jon looks down at the dark spot on his crotch. “Too late now”

[imogenegomi]

[imeasyeitherway]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: สี่นาที | 4 Minutes (Thailand TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Korn/Tonkla (4 Minutes Thailand TV) Characters: Korn (4 Minutes Thailand TV), Tonkla (4 Minutes Thailand TV) Additional Tags: Hurt No Comfort, Canonical Character Death, Minor Character Death, Angst, Tonkla needs a hug, Emotional Hurt, I don’t know what’s going to happen with these two and I’m scared Summary:

It was rare, him calling Korn first. Tonkla knew that their relationship existed in such a way that he was at Korn’s beck and call, not the other way around. But surely, if Tonkla needed him, Korn would come to him.

OR

These two continue to hurt me and I’m making it everyone’s problem.

[yujeong]

really yearning to see Korn beg Tonkla for forgiveness for everything he's done. if Korn found out Tonkla was seeing someone else, I wish he would plead with him to take him back. like......... i dont think it would happen like no wayy but thinking about it is so nice 😅

Hello anon. Since we have a few hours before ep4 comes out, I'll proceed to respond to the few messages I've received about the show that's driving me insane in the best way, starting with yours. See, I get why you want this to happen, it has it's appeal, but to me that isn't quite possible right now. I don't see Korn as the "begging for forgiveness" type - I don't even see him as someone who would recognize his mistakes, let alone apologize to Tonkla for not paying attention to him for what is probably days at this point. We also have to keep in mind that Korn pays Tonkla money and is probably renting him the place he lives in - meaning that if he finds out Tonkla "cheated" on him and gets angry, there's a chance he'll kick him out of that house, stop giving him money and cause him more misery. So it'd be Tonkla who'd beg for forgiveness which.... ugh, I both want and don't want to see happen. Now, in case you haven't seen it, the preview pic for this episode was this:

and it gave me thoughts. One of them was about the location. That's not the couch, that's Tonkla's bed, meaning they probably have sex on it - passionate sex or quick, frantic sex, judging by the fact that Tonkla is still wearing a shirt. The second thought is about Tonkla's body posture. From what I can see, he's not touching Korn. His expression is strange to me; it's not as warm as I expected. He mostly seems pleasantly surprised? In awe? I don't know, I'm probably speaking nonsense - we have no clue of what the context of the scene is, we don't even know if it's from the present or the past, a flashback as others have mentioned. But still, it intrigues me and I can't wait to find out the full context. Friday is finally here and I'm ready to lose my mind once again.

[frogmaster]

Why sex is so overrated?

Like bro that's gross.

I can find my dopamine in Garlic bread or a Korn song if i want

But with this economy it's not even worth it

[ae-azile]

A Familiar Road to the Unknown: Chapter 3 Preview

Big falls asleep in his arms. Chan supposes the drugs and after effects of the coma are making him more outwardly emotional.

Although, one shouldn't need that reason to cry for a departed friend. Getting emotional can be seen as a weakness though, at least here. It had been something Korn quietly and gently reminded him of when Chan got the phone call about Big waking up. He hadn't expected a call like that. He had been preparing himself for the worst because that was what he trained himself to do. Gun had already left, Kinn was no longer in the room, so he just had Korn, Tankhun, and Ken’s severed head as company when Pol called and told Chan that Big was awake and at least half lucid. And despite telling Pol that he wasn't crying, he was. He burst into tears before he knew what emotions were bubbling up, all while Korn sat there looking somewhat unimpressed.

To be fair, Korn hadn't been cruel after Chan got off the phone and asked to be excused, and he had waited to speak to him until Tankhun quietly left and said he would update Kinn and Porsche. But once Tankhun did leave, Korn gave him a calm, but stern reminder to keep his emotions in check. Chan was usually good at that. It was the first time he needed a reminder like that in over ten years. The last time he needed a similar reminder was after he rescued Tankhun and saw the state he was in. The torture and torment Tankhun had gone through was already physically clear, and the way he was petrified to let anyone touch him solidified it. Chan had stayed calm, kept any required physical contact gentle and comforting, and got him back to the compound infirmary. When he left his side and reported to Korn to give him the details, he had cracked. He was given the constructive criticism and he never needed it again.

Until a few days ago. Until Big woke up when his odds had been so slim. Until he realized he wasn't losing Big after all.

Not that Big was his to lose.

However, Chan had been under the assumption Big would settle down, let go, and go to sleep once Chan went back to the couch - or at least went to the chair in case Big needed someone close for a while. He had needed someone close and Chan expected that he might, but he didn't realize how close. Even after Big calms down, he silently and stubbornly clings to him, making it so Chan takes residence on the edge of Big’s infirmary bed. His right leg propped up against Big’s leg while his left foot stays planted on the floor. He doesn't think Big really realizes he is demanding that Chan stay in his bed. He also likely doesn't realize that Chan is not particularly comfortable.

But if Big wants this, Chan will stay. He doesn't remember the last time he was hugged. It's been a while. His grandfather was never much of a hugger. He loved Chan, but losing his only child as well as his wife so early made him distant.

It was also how Ma died that made him distant. That was hard for everyone. And Chan was always told he was a perfect blend of his mother and his mother’s killer. Even the little bit of extended family around had a hard time looking in this direction too long.

He probably got hugged by Tankhun and Kinn more than he got hugged by his family. Not so much Kim. Kim wasn't the affectionate type. The only time Kim had hugged him was when he saved Tankhun and brought him back home. As for Kinn, he did it frequently as a young child before the behavior naturally died out. As for Tankhun, he hugged Chan on his 35th birthday - three years ago in two weeks. It was never a day Chan advertised, but the family knew. They don't celebrate it and Chan has never asked them to. He gets a birthday bonus like everyone else does, and his is higher than what the other guards get. But celebrating it? No. Chan has been too high up in the ranks to have co-worker friends for close to a decade, so he supposes his last birthday celebration happened before his last and highest promotion.

It makes sense he hasn't had a hug for three years.

It's overwhelming, and yet somehow comforting. Those two emotions conflict with each other. It seems impossible for them to co-exist simultaneously.

Chan is pulled from his thoughts when Big shifts against his side. When Chan glances down, he sees Big looking up at him with wide eyes. It seems to take a moment for Big to register that Chan is staring back at him. But once he does, he quickly hides his face into Chan’s ribs and closes his eyes again, as if he's hiding from Chan. However, if he is, he isn't doing a good job of it. Chan can feel Big squeezing him a little more tightly and his fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt. If Chan were less rooted in reality, he would assume Big wants him here in this bed with him.

Maybe he does. Or maybe Big fells asleep upset and woke up just enough to know he can't be alone right now, not after learning about Ken.

So maybe it's a need, rather than a want. Or maybe Big is just confused.

Regardless, Chan lets it happen, and that's probably because he wants it to happen. Like his grandfather and Kim, he's never been a hugger either. But three years is a long time. Maybe Chan needs this too.

[fleet-off]

Can I hear about Wrong CBT, please? 👉👈

You certainly can! Thank you, dear, and sorry for coming to answer you so belatedly. <3

So there is one version of CBT that Vegas is into, and cognitive-behavioral therapy Ain’t It. In this fic, Korn sends a therapist to talk to Vegas while he’s in the hospital. Vegas does not intend to work through his feelings with anyone, let alone one of his uncle’s spies—but trolling the man does cheer him up considerably.

An excerpt:

The shrink in Macau’s corner chair writes something on his notepad. He has a face like a monk’s, carefully slicked hair, and the kind of wristwatch you can’t afford on a therapist’s salary. He has the nerve to smile nervously in Vegas’s direction. Vegas forces a slow breath and draws up a familiar mask. “Pretty thing, aren’t you,” he tosses out, and chases it with, “like if my uncle were twenty years younger.”

Ask me about my WIPs!

[issuesdolly]

Jonathan Davis's Fleshlight

My 2am brain struck yet again when I saw this clip of JD talking about his fav sex toy, a Fleshlight he brings with him on the road. I added my perv commentary as I tend to do. Definitely not gonna bother sharing this on my TikTok/Youtube. Get in trouble probably lol. But I'll leave it here. New fic is almost done btw ;)

As JD says of himself and I repeat about myself: "I'm just sick" lol

[7nessasaryevils]

New Fic Time... again!

This time... we're killing off someone!

@fanfictionroxs might I present you with a gift?

@perfectlypeachbear tagging you cause I think you'll enjoy this

[vandermorganable]

In addition to doing the Wandering Souls, I will be posting one shots soon. If you have any requests (including nsfw), feel free to send them in the asks.

Fandoms

Guns n Roses

Type O Negative

Red Dead Redemption 1 & 2

The Sims

Korn

Marilyn Manson

Michael Jackson

Mötley Crüe

Grand Theft Auto (3, San Andreas, Vice City, V)

Things I’ll Write

M/M relationships

F/M relationships

F/F relationships

Mpreg

Age Gaps

Angst

Whump

Sickfics

Pregnancy

Third Person

Major Character Death

Violence

Smut

Underage (if not containing explicit material)

High school AUs

Pretty much anything if not too graphic for Tumblr

Things I Won’t Write

R*pe/Molestation (not detailed)

Illegal Age Gaps (i.e Adults/Minors)

Ageplay

Teacher/Student (even if the relationship is between two adults)

I’m not really interested in writing Reader Inserts, so please leave requests that could be easily made into a third person fic and specify whether the oc would be male, female, non-binary, etc or if the gender doesn’t matter

If you want to read more of something long form fanfics, I have an AO3 where I’m working on a Axl Rose/Peter Steele longfic. I have fics that contradict the “things I won’t write” list. The point of the “things k won’t write” list is due to the fact that Tumblr is more strict with what they allow than AO3. To avoid any trouble, I won’t be writing anything that will cause me trouble with the moderators of this site. Hope you understand

[d3vil36]

He's me fr

[imogenegomi]