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⚠ CONTENT WARNING — overall smut. Degradation, degradation kink, handjob, public sex, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), p in v, finishing inside, hatefucking, reader is AFAB fem identifying, the kink isn't talked of at first but it gets better. MDNI 18+.

Author's note: Saw a disappointingly low amount of Jonathan Davis fanfics on-line. I do understand why there might not be that many and it's honestly respectable. I love JD, he's such a goof. Don't we all love him, though?

You dare kiss me with that mouth? — Jonathan Davis (KoЯn) x fem!Reader (SMUT)

The first time you heard Jonathan do it, you were backstage — KoЯn was opening for some famous band you've strangely never heard of, and the man now in front of you was stressed enough to make you ask if he needed any help with calming down.

Jonathan is a sexual man by nature — so, you found yourself wanting to feel him close to you while you were giving him a handjob, with his most eager consent. There you were, sitting as close to him as you possibly could, on his lap with your legs spread so you could prop yourself better, while your hand worked up and down his pulsating length.

Your lips were most often pressed against each other, the man moaning into your mouth as you went harder or faster, and making a sound each time something in your rhythm changed — he had to get his release, after all. You knew he was close, because his head was thrown back, and the grip on your waist was more than enough to leave bruises later, something you learned with experience.

You swore you could hear Jon mutter something through his moans and whispers, but paid no mind — it's a good reaction to pleasure, after all. Your ears, no matter how destroyed they were from years' worth of loud concerts and a life of pure sin, could eventually catch up when he did keep on speaking, almost slurring his words out as you felt him twitch in your hand.

"Fuckin'.. yeah, slut, keep movin' your hand.." Jonathan panted out, in his own trance, his hand going over yours to finish himself off with your help. "Hyeah— couldn't bear lettin' me onstage without some of this cock, ah— fuckin' whore—" He grits his teeth as to not let out any loud noise, feeling the warmth of his hand and his pulsating cock as he came thick ropes of cum on your shirt.

Did he just call you a slut?

You didn't care about the shirt, it was Jon's anyway.

And you didn't care that he came, no matter how bad that sounds.

Your eyes were slightly widened in shock, only being able to sit still as Jon smiled goofily, a wonderful haze of happiness washing over him post-nut. The shock quickly dissipated as you thought to yourself that Jon would never devaluate you.

You couldn't help but not feel insulted. Rather, you felt yourself twitch in your panties at his degrading words.

Jon didn't even seem to notice what he said, and your lack of reaction didn't give him any insight. If you were truly hurt or offended, he would have known and apologised, as the last thing Jonathan would ever do was to hurt you. He thanked you sweetly for calming him down, planting a kiss on your forehead and lips, took off his own shirt (as if he'd wear it onstage anyway) so you'd have something un-came on to wear, and off he went, leaving you both confused and aroused.

The next time Jon did it was after a fight you both had. The motive was rather stupid and unconventional — yet you had a bad day at your shitty cashier job, and the man now ramming himself into your cunt like he wants to split you into two wasn't doing all that well, either.

One thing led to another and you were pretty sure this could be classified as the meanest hate fucking one could hear of — your body was covered in hickeys, especially the soft flesh on your neck, and make-up wouldn't be enough to avoid getting weird looks from people, not that you cared, anyway.

You were pressed into the mattress of your bed, legs spread apart and held over your head as Jonathan snapped his hips against you, balls slapping right under your cunt and on your ass as he kept hitting against your G-spot each and every time. The dim light of the room only made you see his dreads moving with his head as he leaned down to see you eye-to-eye, his expression still enraged and face flushed with arousal.

"Was it worth messin' round, Y/N?" Jon growled out, his hands holding onto your hips as he kept drilling into your sore cunt. "Huh? Was this worth pissin' me off, gettin' fucked, dirty fuckin' bitch?" His dark eyes were fixated upon your expression, slightly closing as he let out a moan, feeling you clench around him right when he called you that.

He seemed both shocked and amused, not stopping from slamming inside you as he felt himself getting closer to his orgasm, leaning in fully so he could press his lips against yours, tongue going in your mouth and hands now squeezing on your tits.

"You like it, huh—" Jon asked in a slightly curious voice, the tinge of anger from earlier dissipating with his impeding orgasm— "goddamn slut. I— if you want to get f-fuh—" his hips sputtered, his sloppy pace getting worse, "ffffhucked this good.. aah, Y/N, you should've— mmnh—"

You're pretty sure he got lost in his words as Jon comes right when you do, both of you moaning as you milked him of his seed. You can feel his dreads tickle your chest as his head falls on top, legs shaking as much as yours as he fills you up.

Jonathan pulls out, a small, playful "tsk" coming from his lips and a comforting smile on his face as he grabs a nearby towel and wipes the both of you of his cum, and tosses it on the floor, on the same day you got your damn carpets cleaned. But that didn't matter, now.

Jon fell right next to you, the mattress shifting under him, and he turns around to face you, cupping your face. "'m sorry for earlier.. was it too much?" He asks, genuine concern in his voice. Your lips curl into a sweet smile, contrasting your fucked out look, and you shake your head. "I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you, Jon. I, too, am sorry", you reply, your hands playing with his hair, noticing the way his eyebrow piercings shine the tiniest bit from the moonlight outside your window.

Silence ensues, the two of you unwinding after a long day. Then, Jonathan breaks the ice— he wants to reassure what he felt a few minutes ago, "You.. uh, you.. tell me if I went overboard with the name callin', but am I dreaming,"

Jesus, is it this hot in here, or are your cheeks just heating up from the embarrassment?

" - or did you actually.. like me calling you a bitch?" He reiterates, seeing the look on your face, "You're not. No, Y/N, you're not a bitch, I- I got a bit too lost in the m-moment and—"

A pair of hands cup his cheeks as soon as you heard the overcoming guilt in his tone of voice — like Jon, the last thing you wanted to hear is that he's hurt.

"I liked it", you spoke out, your tone still a bit unsure, as you have never done thus before; meek but determined. His eyes light up and meet yours, mouthing an 'oh?' before smirking as to himself. He playfully attacks you with kisses all over your sweaty face, and you try to push him off, but fail miserably.

"Joooon", you whine out, your hands attempting to get a hold of him, "we're both sweaty—", as if that would stop him.

The next day, you talked it out with him. One beautiful thing about your relationship with Jonathan is that you could talk to him about the actual relationship. Even if he had a harder time expressing himself, and making music was a way better alternative to do so, he listened, made sure the both of you were comfy with it, and dove deep into the whole degradation niche.

He wouldn't like it on himself — but Jon made sure to tease you with it, and make sure you're okay after. The man, although seemingly ferocious, was a yay-sized bear and the sweetest at heart. That's what you loved about him.

You were sure that you were soaking wet even when he cussed out random people on the street, as you had Pavloved yourself into this situation. But at least you knew that you felt safe exploring this new thing with Jonathan, even if it meant asking him to fuck you silly in the nearest public bathroom after he'd call people endearingly insulting names.

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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.

Side note: I have a TikTok where I make sexy/funny Jonathan Davis edits and thirst traps if y'all are interested. My Tiktok is not for clout/promotion btw this dude is my hobby haha...

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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."

#jonathan davis x reader #jd korn #jonathan davis #jonathan davis korn #korn band #fanfic #fanfiction #jon davis #jonathan davis fanfic #smut #fem reader #edging kink #edging and denial #public exhibition #exhibition kink

[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”

#korn #jd korn #jon davis #jonathan davis #jonathan davis x reader #jonathan davis smut #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #idk why the fuck i wrote this-

[korn-dogz]

Jonathan Davis x Reader

TW: smut, edging, sub Jonathan, Dom reader, Jonathan calls the reader mommy, mentions of overstimulation

Summary: Jonathan has been teasing you non stop and finally you get a moment alone with him

sub! Jonathan Davis x Dom! Reader

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Jonathan has been a fucking tease all day, he put your hand on his rock hard cock when no one was looking, and tried to slip his fingers in you, but it seems like you two never had a moment alone, but once you did you were gonna destroy him (not literally) finally you got your moment alone with Jonathan, where you were sure no one could see or hear

“You’ve been such a fucking tease all day jon” you spit out as you gently sit him onto the bed and you crawl behind him. He doesn’t respond so you grab his cock through his boxers and you start to rub him through his boxers. You hear him let out a whine

“Y-yes I was trying to get your a-attention” Jonathan mutter’s out ”I was jacking off to you in the bathroom y/n, thinking about you jerking me off” you grinned at this information, “youve been such a bad boy Jonathan, and you know what happens to bad boys, hm?” You hear Jonathan glup at your words

The only thing you loved more then Jonathan was overstimulating him, you loved the whimpers and the begs he lets out. The way his eyebrows curled upwards and the way his mouth was slightly open and the way his legs shake when you’re jerking him off sent shivers down your spine, you always made sure to tell him how good he did when you guys were finished

You slowly took off Jonathan’s boxers to reveal a very impatient part of Jon, his pretty little cock leaked with pre cum, with your thumb you wiped the tip of his cock and out your thumb in your mouth, he tasted so good, you needed more of him.

You griped Jonathan in your hand as you slowly started to jerk him off, you heard Jonathan whimper and his hands griped the bed sheets “oh g-god…” Jonathan moans out as he throws his head back in pleasure, with the response he gave to your touch you started to pick up your pace

“Y/n… please ah! g-go faster" Jonathan pleas to you, “I don’t know Jonathan, you’ve been edging me all day I don’t think you deserve it” you smirk in response “please! m-mommy, make me cum all o-over your hand!! I w-want fuck it so badly!” Jonathan yelps, liking the response that came out of him you do has he wishes and jerks him off faster

“F-Fuck! Y/N” Jonathan whimpers in your ear, you loved the sounds that came out of Jon. You loved the way Jonathan melts in your hands

“You’re such a good boy for me baby” you kiss his cheek and say in his ear, Jonathan only moans in response. You use your other hand to gently massage his inter thigh, you hear him let out a whimper as he puts his hand on your leg for support

The little stockings he wore fit right on to his girly thighs, you loved the way his toes curled through his socks

“mommy! Please… fuck! I’m cuming!” You feel Jonathan’s cock twitch in your hand “cum Jonathan, I want to hear you scream my name” you whisper in his ear as you jerk him off faster “y/n! Oh fuck! I’m cuming! Y/n! Ah!” And with that Jonathan came all over your hand, his eyes were shut and his eyebrows curved upward while his girly thighs were slightly above the bed

“You did so good jon” you say as you kiss him “so good just for me” Jonathan turns around and pulls you in for a hug. You two sloppy made out for the remainder of the time, 

#jonathan davis x reader #korn #fanfic #smut

[giannafartfart]

Hi! This is the first of my Twilight mathcups, and hopefully not the end. This one is for my favourite and most loyal fan, @bobxteddyshipper , so let’s get into it.

I math you cup with Carlisle!!!

•you guys work well because he’s a doctor and you’re always a bit sick

• esme sometimes joins you guys in bed but you have to kick her out because she is like a fucking heater even though she’s actually dead and a vampire

•he watches you while you sleep like his adopted son

•Carlisle likes to watch you eat all the time and he cooks you so much so it feels like feederism but really he’s just jealous that he can’t eat

•he’s constantly quizzing you on the ages of his family members

•he introduced you to the wonderful world of vampire swingers so you have little swing parties

•you guys listen to old timey music and you roleplay as patient and doctor all the time like in maple hospital

•he teaches you a bunch about Hispanic people and it’s really out of the ordinary because you aren’t Hispanic

•he transitioned into a woman for you because you’re a straight teen boy and you’re his type

Dm me for your requests!!

#gorillaz #2d x reader #matchups #korn #gay #damon albarn #adultgorillazfan #smut #iasip #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #twilight eclipse #twilight #bella swan #charlie swan #esme cullen #renesmee cullen #jacob black

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Christian Woman - p.1

A/n: wrote this on my phone so apologize for any spelling mistakes, I’ve had this idea for a while so I hope people like it and I can get it done lol

Warnings: religion is a big part of this short series, if you aren’t comfortable with that don’t force yourself to read something you aren’t comfortable with <3 there will be smut in later parts but not this one

You were never into all that devil worship stuff, your parents always told you it would get you sent to hell, taint your soul and cry your spirits. So you never listened to it.

You had friends who listened to it though, you never cared all too much what other thought, what they did under their roofs was their own business, business that you didn’t need to bother with.

Your friend brought you to a Korn concert, they won tickets from a radio contest and had been planning on bringing someone else but they cancelled. Not wanting to go alone they brought you.

You guys got right up close to the stage. Your friend was having the time of their life, singing along to every song, jumping up and down. You were just trying not to get crushed.

You couldn’t help but notice the one member staring in your direction the whole time. You thought he was staring at your friend but he gave you picks, tried talking to you between songs. You weren’t sure how to react through it all but your friend kept encouraging you.

When the concert was finally over you were trying to leave with your friend but security stopped you. One guy told you to go backstage but didn’t say for what.

Worried about what it was about you pushed anything else aside and went. Your friend was very proud of you for stepping out of your comfort zone, they were also very excited to hear about the stories you’d tell tomorrow.

You followed someone backstage and into a room with a couch, mini fridge and small table. Nothing fancy but quant. Utterly disgusting, but quant.

You sat down on the couch and waited.

After a few minutes the metal head who’d been staring at you came in.

“Hey, how’re you?” He asked as he came to sit down beside you.

“Fine.” You answered, nervously looking around. “Why did you want me to come here?” You asked, bringing your gaze back to him.

“I saw you in the crowd and just thought…” He inched closer to you, bringing his hand up to your face. “Wow… that is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life.” You hated to admit that he made your cheeks warm, even more so you hated that he made your stomach swirl.

“So I’m pretty? That’s it?” You stated, pulling away from him slightly. He scoffed.

“Pfft, no!” He trailed his hand down your neck, letting it rest on your shoulder. His gaze wandered lower to the necklace around your neck. “I wanted to bring you back here and-” He paused. “Is that a cross?” He asked, holding the small charm.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Are you religious or just like it?” He asked, examining your outfit and figuring it’s not the latter.

“Of course I’m religious.” You answered, almost taking offence to his question.

“And you came to a Korn concert?”

“It was for my friend.” He nodded in understanding.

“So, like, religious how?”

“Like specifics?”

“Sex wise.” He clarified, dropping the charm. Your face flushed and you looked away.

“I’m not doing that.” You stated sternly.

“I’m not asking you to.” He relaxed back into the couch, throwing an arm over your shoulder but not trying to pull you any closer. “I just want to get to know you.” He said with a smile.

He started asking you questions, nothing too deep just things to get to know you. You answered coldly at first but as he kept talking to you you started opening up more, the fact it was getting later didn’t help much either.

Head noticed you getting tired and let you lean on him as he continued the conversation.

“Tired?” He finally asked when he saw you were struggling to keep his eyes open. You were curled up against him, head resting on his chest.

You nodded, letting out a soft sigh. “I don’t know how I’m getting home.” You said with a soft chuckle. You were about to fall asleep and weren’t thinking all too clearly but deep down you were scared of how you’re parents would react to you being so late…

“How about I bring you back to my place?” Head asked with a smile as he looked down at you. He had an arm around you now, holding you closer to him.

You looked up at him with a look. “This was your plan?” Head looked back down at you with a raised brow. “Wait till I was tired and then sneak me back to your place?” Head chuckled and shook his head.

“No, no, just a happy accident.” He smiled down at you. “I could just drive you back to your place if you want, my place just sounds more fun.” You waited a moment before responding.

“Can you drive me home?” Head nodded.

“Of course.” He got up from the couch and helped you up as well, holding onto you as he walked you through the halls of the backstage area and to the near empty parking lot where his car was parked.

He helped you into the passenger seat and got into the drivers side. He turned the car on and turned to you. “You gonna give me directions?” You we’re leaning against the door, eyes closed and breathing soft. He smiled at you and started driving, with no directions he just brought you back to his place.

He carried you inside and got you into his bed. He thought about getting in with you for a moment but eventually decided against it, he was already risking it by bringing you to his place, if you woke up before him he didn’t want you totally freaking out.

He kissed your forehead softly and left you to sleep as he went to the couch, getting himself as comfortable as he could be in the makeshift bed.

You woke up in an unfamiliar dark room. Once your eyes adjusted to the dark you saw it was a bedroom. You got out of bed and turned the light on, looking around for any signs of where you were.

Cautiously, you poked your head out of the room and saw the TV was on and there was a figure on the couch.

The man stood up and came over to you. “Hey, hey, what are you doing up..?” Head asked, his voice soft.

“I just woke up…” You mumbled. “Where am I..?”

“My place,” he started, “I was gonna bring you home but you fell asleep and I didn’t know where home was so I just brought you back here.” He explained. He held you face in his hands and kissed your forehead again before guiding you back to bed. “I can drive you home tomorrow, right now just sleep, ok?”

You got into bed, almost falling asleep when your head hit the pillow. You looked up to see Head leaving. “Stay?” You mumbled.

Head paused in the doorway, slowly turning to you. “You want me to stay?” You nodded.

“I-I’m already breaking rules, might as well break all of them.” Head quickly came over and crawled into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

#korn band #korn #korn fandom #head korn #brian head welch #Brian head Welch smut #head Welch smut #head Welch #brian welch

[memobread]

ALRIGHT FOLKS HERE IT IS

Jonathan Davis x transmasc! reader

TW: mentions of transphobia, mommy issues, etc. Contains heavy gore and r*pe using an electrode. Please proceed with caution

CONTAINS: Tons of fluff, smutty smut, and it takes place in the movie Goregasm

CONTEXT FOR PPL WHO HAVENT WATCHED GOREGASM:

the C.L.A.M. is a group of radical feminist bitches who go around killing men for no reason and Cockface is literally a guy who beats people to death with a giant dildo.

Aaaaanyway...ENJOY!!

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"I don't care what you'll do to the body I created, you're still my daughter."

You slumped over your mother's dining table, gripping the back of a chair in a fit of silent rage. You hated that word, "daughter" with all your being. You wished coming out as transmasculine didn't trigger your family as needlessly as it did.

"What happened to loving me unconditionally?" You spat, twenty-three years old with a mother who still picked fights with him.

"This isn't you. This isn't the 'way you are,'…you're just a tomboy."

Your mind seethed at the word. Your mother had angered you to the point where you were trembling, trying to hold yourself back. Attempting to control yourself, you decided to get up and get a beer from the fridge.

"Y/N, please take off your binder. It makes me uncomfortable."

It took a few moments to process the absolute bullshit spewing from your mother's mouth. She would talk to you like that all the time, but this time, you had enough of it.

"…the fuck did you just say?..."

"Don't swear at me, young lady!"

You violently slammed the fridge door shut, tears blurring your vision and streaming down your face. Your mother always made you feel stupid when you were upset, so the only way you could process anger was by holding it in until you cried. You felt so powerless with your mother; like you had no agency over your adult life. Even though you moved out, you felt like she still controlled you.

"…I needa go to work…" You choked out through tears.

"With a beer in your hand? Let's face it, Y/DN, you're pathetic. You insult ME by doing all this harm to the body I created, and now you're an alcoholic?"

You lost any means of control you had before.

"Oh, poor you! You make FUCKING EVERYTHING about yourself! When I tried FUCKING KILLING myself, you blamed me and said I 'hurt the body you created'! You didn't even ask if I was okay, let alone question why I did what I did!"

In an uncontrollable rage, you launched a powerful, adrenaline-filled punch at the drywall, your tough fist cracking through the hard material and leaving a crumbling crater in the infrastructure.

"…And now you're making yourself the victim AGAIN! Have you ever considered HOW I FUCKING FELT?! HAVE YOU EVEN FUCKING THOUGHT ABOUT WHO THAT 'BODY YOU CREATED' BELONGS TO, HUH?! AM I JUST A FUCKING BODY TO YOU?! WHY DOES IT MATTER WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE?!"

Your mother was in complete shock. You never spoke to her like that before until then. You finally let her know who she was.

…a cunt…

Sparing yourself the pain of listening to your mother retaliate, you grabbed your backpack and rushed out the door, slamming it behind you. Still crying, you ran to your car and hurriedly shut yourself inside, starting it up and leaving your mother's house for good.

"FUCK!"

You slammed your fist against the dashboard, tears sliding from your jaw down your neck and staining the hem of your X-large t-shirt. Various negative thoughts swarmed your head, nearly impairing your ability to drive.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, I need to go back…

Should I apologize?

No! She doesn't deserve an apology!

You talk to your mother like that, you piece of shit?

Your mother completely ignored your feelings and brushed them off as natural reactions, never apologized, cheated on your dad, and made sure he rarely got to see you, let your stepdad treat you like shit, and had no reaction when she saw you cutting yourself.

…the list goes on forever and ever…

Once you arrived at Filthy Frank's Fuck Flicks and Fake Dicks, you wiped your face with your sleeve and left the car, slamming the door behind you.

…pamela anderson, here I come…

You stepped inside, looking down to avoid any suspicion of you crying. Unfortunately, your coworker Mark caught sight of you.

"Hey, Y/N!"

You looked up and waved, trying to still yourself as much as possible.

"Hey, Mark. How's it goin'?"

You slid behind the counter after clocking in.

"I, uh…I'm good, you doin' alright?" Mark asked, concerned.

…fuck…

You broke down sobbing, Mark instantly coming to hug you.

"Dude, whaddid that fuckin' hag do now?" He asked, already knowing who made you cry.

You chuckled to yourself at how Mark already knew why you were crying.

"She said some stupid shit to me again and I just-…I fuckin' lost it, dude. I punched a hole in her wall and everything…"

Mark rubbed your back and pursed his lips.

"It was only a matter of time before one of that floppy-pussied fishy slut's kids stood up to her bullshit…" Mark snickered.

You laughed, slipping away to tend to a horny customer.

"The bitch got like, fuckin'-… seven kids, for chrissake!"

You chuckled while scanning a vcr of Jenna Jameson having sex with a goat and handing it to its rightful customer. He had a long, dark goatee and a shirt with a pentagram on it.

"I *sniff*…I like your shirt…" You sniffled.

"Thanks, man. Your slut mom gave it to me."

You, Mark, and the guy cracked up.

"Hey, uh…is the gloryhole open?"

You glanced over to the eerie curtain across the room.

"Uh…yeah! Have fun!"

You swear you could hear a guy crying and whimpering from behind the hole barrier, but you were too busy to investigate.

I'll check it out later…

You went through your shift as usual, selling obscenity, helping horny customers, and getting help kicking out the ones that were too horny. When your shift was almost over, you heard the bell at the door ring again, but it was different; it came with a comforting presence that you loved so much. Sure enough, it was your cute little love interest, Jonathan Davis.

           “Hey, Y/N!” He called in his cute voice.

You waved to him, completely intoxicated. His loose t-shirt sleeves hung loosely just above his toned, pale forearms, his burnt umber dreadlocks draping over different planes of his lean shoulders and back. Your eyes lazily swung in every direction he went, secretly raving over his toothy smile below a tiny two-piece mustache. Even his long, model-worthy legs caught your eye. Of course, you did not only value his looks. You cared about him so much and would do anything to protect him. He was so kind to you, more so than almost anyone else. But you were conflicted about how he would feel if he knew you liked men.

"'Scuse me?"

You snapped awake from your state of deep thought, meeting the face of another customer with frizzy hair and a chinstrap.

"Oh, sorry. What can I help you with?" You asked in your best porn-marketing tone.

"Yeah, hi. Uh…I'm just checking these out."

You took the tapes he gave you. They had weird age play shit in them. You made a mental note to steer clear of him.

"Take care, uh…enjoy the diaper sluts."

"Oh, I will…" The man smirked, taking the tapes and leaving.

Once the man left, you could clearly see Jon, who eyed the bondage section. You avoided contact with his sparkling inky eyes so he wouldn't notice you staring at him. He fished out his final tape and approached you. With all the composure you could muster up, you said,

"Hey, Jon, how you been?"

           “Oh, uh…I’m okay…You good?”

Jon had noticed your red, glossy eyes.

           “Oh yeah, it’s uh… just family stuff.”

Remembering who your mother was, Jon laughed.

           “Oh god, what’d that bitch do this time?”

You chuckled weakly, scanning the erotic tapes on the shelf behind you.

            “She said I ruined her life or some shit like that, so I got really mad and kinda lashed out at her.”

Jon nodded, familiar with this type of abuse.

"She does stuff, and gets mad at the consequences, so she blames them on me and tries to make herself seem like she's in the right."

You turned back to him with a few delivery tapes and a box.

"All and all, she's a cunt."

"Yeah, seems like it," Jon said, pursing his lips.

You and Jon chatted for a bit during the last moments of your shift. After the final customer left, Jon asked,

"Wanna go get a beer with me and Mark?"

You felt your heart race and your chest pound as soon as those words left Jon's mouth.

"Uh…yeah, sure!"

The three of you left the store after clocking out and locking up, heading towards the gas station next door. As you walked in, you heard a slight rustling in the bushes.

…shit…

It could have been either of the two killers on the loose: the Cockface Killer or the C.L.A.M., and you weren't going to stand by and let your best friend and your love interest get killed.

"Um…hey Jon?"

You spoke quietly, afraid of being heard.

"Hm?" Jon turned around.

You awkwardly stood on your toes to reach his ear as he bent down.

"Um…I think I heard someone in the bushes outside. I'm not sayin' it's the C.L.A.M or Cockface, but um…the three of us should just go back to…to my…or your or Mark's place and lock the doors and windows while we hang out…"

Jon's expression suddenly changed from content to frightened once he realized what was happening.

"We need to leave. Now."

Before you could say anything, the front door slammed open, a gust of fishy wind flooding the tiny store.

"There you are, fucker!"

When you wheeled around to look, you saw Mil Dread, a tall, bearded brunette lady wearing a white leather V-neck crop top and booty shorts, donning another white leather captain cap. Next to her were her little hench-bitches wearing black fishnets and smeared makeup.

 …the C.L.A.M…

 Before you could get the guys and run, the blonde girl made a beeline for Jon, to which you responded by jumping in front of him and tackling her before she could reach him. In a fit of rage, you ripped violent blows to the blonde's stupid face, leaving not a second for her to breathe, let alone blink. While you beat her screaming face in, Jon grabbed the other girl and slammed her face into the wall repeatedly before throwing her on the ground and jumping elbow-first onto her stomach. Retching and shouting filled the room as Mark ran from Mil, throwing glass bottles of vinegar at her to slow her down.

“You little shit-munching whores…”

The blonde tried to throw you off, but you yanked her up by her hair and slammed her bloody face into the wall.

"YOU FUCKING CUNT!" You screamed, slamming her again twice as hard.

She cried out, trying to wrench out of your strong grip, but you slammed her down WWE-style onto a pile of broken glass, lacerating her bloody face tissue. You jerked her head up and rammed your fingers down her throat, holding a piece of glass between them.

"VOMIT, PIG!!" You barked, smacking her bruised face.

She sobbed loudly on your fingers and squirmed, trying to break free again, but you slammed her down harder, tightening your grip as you jerked your fingers in and out, blood oozing from the back of her raspy throat. She heaved up a thick pile of red vomit onto the dirty floor.

“YEAH, THAT’S FUCKING RIGHT, BITCH!”

You couldn’t help but feel maniacal pleasure like everything horrible that ever happened to you shot right out of your fingers and out the girl’s throat.

“L-*cough* Let me go!!” The blonde cried, limply hitting you with flimsy fists.

You grabbed her wrists with one hand and snapped out your switchblade.

“Not until you stop working for that fucking hag.”

As soon as she opened her mouth, you drew your blade and swooped down upon her throat, slicing her white skin and bones like butter. You felt a wave of relief when her voice died down, and all you could hear from her was gasping and choking. You reveled in her blood, unaware of the tall bearded lady leering behind you.  

“She was my favorite…”

You swiveled around to meet the eyes of fury itself. Wide, furious, twitching eyeballs shoved between smoky flaps; thin, trembling red lips holding back all sorts of profanities. Even Mil’s breasts were flushed with anger, down to her bulging leg muscles, to her veiny feet tucked into white platform heels. While she was in shock, you tried to run away but she flung bulging arms around you and slammed you to the ground, ass up, face squished into the concrete.

“You will pay for this…”

“No!” Jon screamed, gripping the nearly-dead hooker by her bloody throat.

 You tried scrambling away, but she flung her legs over you to clamp your hand down, the hard material of her heels nearly breaking every bone in your hands. Before you could try to escape again, she undid your belt and yanked down your pants, bearing the phallic electrode strapped to her crotch. This was what she did to every man she could catch; pin them down and rape them with her stupid fucking electrode, then kill them in the most painful way she can think of, all for no real reason except their gender identity.

“Y…you fucking nazi…” you managed to choke out against the floor.

Mil ignored you, too busy studying your boxers.

“You must have a tiny dick, eh?”

She yanked down your boxers, and her eyes slightly widened.

“You…you don’t-…you’re not a man?…”

Annoyed, you spat,

“Yeah, I am. Ever heard of being trans, you fucking bimbo?”

She grabbed your hair and slammed your face to the ground, your skull bursting with stinging pain.

“You betrayed the female race…”

She slammed into you, shooting excruciatingly painful jolts of electricity throughout your nether regions and up to your stomach, a rough scream belting from your bloody lips. Your hip bones stung the muscle clinging to them, sparking and trembling rapidly as a huge bolt blew straight through your bladder, shooting up every single nerve, and reaching your lungs.

“This is what you fucking get, traitor!”

Your vision clouded and your throat closed. You were gasping for air, blood peeking from your bottom eyelids and between your lips. In a white flash, you saw your life playing back and forth in intervals of seconds. You could faintly hear several more girls laughing maniacally while Mark and Jon struggled against their restraints. You were breaking out into a cold sweat and you were spitting up your lunch. Before you knew it, your body went limp, all you could hear was ringing and blurry screams, your vision blurred to the point of severe disorientation.

 …this is it…

Before you could accept your impending death, you heard a loud, guttural grunt and a blunt object knocking Mil off of you. Your thoughts incoherent, you lay motionless on the filthy aluminum floor, remnants of stinging vibrations jabbing your insides.

“Cockface?!”

With all the strength you could muster, you heaved your weight into your elbows to get a better look at the two infamous serial killers. Mil lassoed her whip around Cockface’s giant dildo and yanked it down, sending him face-first onto the floor. Before she could follow up, he slid in between her legs and tried to jab the dildo up her saggy ass, but he severed her butt cheek instead, causing her to scream as the ugly piece of flesh splattered down to the floor. Cockface tackled Mil to the floor while her guard was down and flung dildo blows at her bitchy face, clipping her cheekbone and slicing it like salami.  

 …that thing must have some sort of acid on it…

Mil cracked her flogger hard on Cockface’s chest, drawing huge beads of deep red and making him cry out in pain. She then straddled him, clasping her hands around his thick neck and wringing hard.

“So long, scum…”

Suddenly, Cockface launched a brutal heave of his dildo up between her tits, completely lacerating the tissue, snapping her sternum, and impaling through her. Her grip on his neck instantly went limp, and saliva started dripping from her mouth onto Cockface’s dildo mask. Suddenly, you heard clapping coming from the front door.

“Goddamn, that was hot…”

You looked towards the source of the clapping, and there you found a short, stubby man with a short beard, receding hairline, and a detective badge hanging loosely from his belt.

“Detective Douglass Depschette, FPD, here to investigate whatever the fuck this is.”

Beside him stood a taller brunette woman donning a pair of round glasses and a typical office worker outfit. She looked like she would rather get a sulfuric acid enema than work with Depschette, understandably.

“You see, Depschette? The fetish killer and Cockface are the same!” She exclaimed, indicating the bloody scene with her arms.

Depschette groaned in frustration.

“Here we go again…”

He approached Mil’s mutilated corpse.

“You see…”

Your vagus nerve sparing you the ramble, you blacked out. Blurs and whisps of Jonathan appeared before you in your dream, and you could hear occasional bits of his pretty voice as he and Mark eventually hauled you out of the store, carrying you to your car.

“Gah, shit…”

“C’mon, lift his legs…”

When the two men finally crammed you in, Jon sat in the back with you, laying your head on his lap. When Mark hit a speed bump, your body jolted to the side, your face meeting Jon’s crotch. His eyes widened, and he blushed, squeezing his legs together. Mark snickered.

“You two queers doin’ alright back there?”

Jon let out an awkward chuckle.

“Shut up, man…”

When the three of you finally arrived at your trailer, you were carried inside and laid on your comfy mattress. Jon laid your head on his lap again, making sure you were in an elevated position.

"Oh shit, I gotta go," Mark said, scrambling to his feet.

"Lemme know how he's doing, okay?"

Jon nodded, smiling as he waved him goodbye. Just as he left, you started to wake up. Jon inadvertently ran his fingers through your soft, fluffy hair. When he heard you grunt, he snatched his fingers away and grabbed his water bottle.

"Shhh, shhh…it's okay, Y/N…Cockface killed Mil and you're back home."

You were confused, your head was pounding, and you were breaking out into a cold sweat. You were dizzy while trying to scramble to your feet and recognize your surroundings. Jon instantly went to calm you down, putting your head back on his lap and stroking your hair.

"Just take some deep breaths with me…deep breaths…"

Trembling and confused, you followed his slow, deep breaths nonetheless.

"Th….Thanks for taking care of me, Jon…"

He smiled his pretty smile and said,

"Sure, no biggie."

The realization that you were lying in your crush's lap was starting to show up, which gave you butterflies in your nauseous tummy.

"I-…Are you okay? Are you hurt?" You asked, pushing yourself up on your elbows.

Jon nodded, settling you back down to his lap with his soft hands.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I was able to knock out the bitch who attacked me."

Jon laughed a little awkwardly, stroking your hair.

"Th-Those fucking whores killed my friend Max…All because he was a guy…"

Jon's breath became shaky, and his grip on your hair tightened.

"You…You're the only person I can tell because now I know you're trans…"

Your eyes widened.

…he saw…

He saw your reaction and immediately started backpedaling.

"Listen, Y/N, I'm sorry…I dunno why I said that or why I'm bringing up random shit in the first place…"

You were quick to comfort him.

"Oh no, no, no you're fine. I just…I'm glad you don't hate me because I'm trans."

Jon chuckled halfheartedly.

"I actually had no idea you were born female…You pass so well, with flying colors…"

He ran his pointer finger along your upper lip.

"That's a nice 'stache you got there too…"

You chuckled.

"You too, man."

His two-piece mustache curled with his lips into another pretty smile. Soon, you two delved into another deep conversation. It was so easy to talk to him like you could chat with him about mothballs for ten years and never get bored. The conversation gradually went deeper, turning into Jon's sexual identity crisis.

"Yeah, I think I might like men a little…but I can't publicly say it…I can only talk about this to you."

You and Jon talked more, then the topic transitioned to your gender identity.

"Yeah, I've been feeling like I'm not masculine enough, like I'm just never gonna really be a guy, and it's fucked me up big time."

Your head hung down as you pursed your lips and sighed.

"My mom keeps guilt tripping me for this shit and I don't wanna believe it, but she tells me it so much that-…

You were suddenly overcome with violent guilt and tears started to prick at your eyes. Jon noticed and immediately came to comfort you.

"Hey, hey, c'mere…"

Jon wrapped you in a warm bear hug, massaging your scalp and rubbing your back.

…his hugs feel like heaven…

Jon hugged you as if you were the most precious thing to him. He was warm and soft, fitting your body into his perfectly, like a therapeutic body pillow. You relaxed into his embrace, hugging him back tightly. He reached behind you with one arm and grabbed your fluffy blanket, wrapping it around the both of you as if you weren't relaxed enough already. The security and saturated warmth of the blanket and Jon nearly made you drift off to sleep like a baby. You took your time to enjoy the overwhelmingly comforting feeling, both of you staying in that position for a few minutes before Jon dragged one arm away and left the other draping over your shoulder.

"Yeah, I've been feeling the same way. Societal norms and shit…"

"Those rules are fucking stupid, but I can't help but to try to fit them."

You blushed when Jon put his arm around you.

"Listen, anyone who doesn't see you or me as men is a fucking idiot. You and I are both men, and we know it, that's all that matters." He said, looking into your glossy eyes.

"Shit, you even passed as a guy to Mil." Jon followed up, squeezing your shoulder.

You chuckled and smiled, your heartwarming with reassurance. As the conversation progressed, Jon became more comfortable, considering you two had known each other for a few years and were good friends. But you and Jon wanted something more.

"Hey Y/N…can I ask you something?"

"Sure, go ahead."

Jon cleared his throat.

"When you attacked that blonde girl when she attacked me…All that rage you let out on her…where did that come from?"

You froze. He was giving an obvious hint that he suspected you liked him.

"I…uh…."

Jon stared, waiting for a response.

"I just…"

You couldn't lie to him. You knew Jon possibly had feelings for you, and he knew you did too, and you couldn't deny it any longer.

"It’s because I love you."

He froze, completely taken aback by how direct you were. You started to panic, regretting everything you said to him. The possibility he might not like you hit you that moment, plaguing your mind with horrible predictions.

"I….I'm sorry….I'll leave…"

You offered to leave even though it was your trailer, but Jon pulled you right back.

"I….I love you too…so much…"

This was your breaking point. All the awkward interactions and conversations that were more cringe-worthy than what happens in an episode of The Office didn't matter anymore.

"I just…I-…I-"

You had enough of the awkward stammering, and you took his face in both your hands. You looked deeply into his pretty eyes before connecting your lips to his, kissing him sweetly. He took the hint and let go of his stress, holding you around your upper torso and kissing you back. It didn't take long for the kiss to escalate. Jon straddling your lap and caressing your face, you wrapped your arms tightly around his skinny waist.

"I want this so bad, Y/N…"

Things were escalating quickly since you both acknowledged the constant romantic and sexual tension throughout your friendship, and this was the moment it would all be let go.

"I love you, Jon…"

Both of you were in disbelief, thinking what was happening was too good to be true, all while making out sweetly on your dirty mattress. Jon's kisses were soft and loving as if he was kissing your wounds better. His lips and hands were gentle as they touched you ever so gently. You felt all over his body, your hands sliding gracefully across the dips and mounds of his ethereal figure. The painfully awkward moments you had earlier melted away as your hands settled on Jon's slender waist, holding it and caressing it sweetly, feeling his warmth. It didn't take long for the kiss to escalate; Jon gripped your face tighter and began to eat at your lips, reveling in how you fell apart for him. It didn't take long for Jon to topple over on top of you, trapping you between his arms on the bed. You wrapped your legs around his waist to bring him closer, and he pressed down onto you harder, grunting into your mouth. Your hands raked up and down all over his body, making him moan at the mercy of your fingernails. You kissed him hard, pushing yourself up into him as much as possible as if to fuse your bodies. You could feel his erection pressed against your crotch, desperate for any friction. Biting Jon's bottom lip, you ground your crotch into his cock, a small whimper escaping your lips, and Jon gasping with a loud moan followed by his signature chuckle.

"Oh yeah?"

He slammed himself down between your legs, gasping and whining pathetically at the well-earned friction. Ducking his head under your jaw to plaster sloppy kisses and harsh bites all over your neck, he stayed between your legs and started to rock back and forth on your throbbing heat.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good…" Jon growled into your neck.

When his teeth bared into you, you bit your lip and arched your back, keening desperately for him. Your noises sent him into a horny frenzy, causing him to rip off his jeans, along with yours, and press against you again. With the most ruthless of intentions, you grabbed his dick, making him freeze.

"Ahhh…"

Once you started squeezing a bit on his tip, rubbing slightly up and down, he leaned his head back and let out a breathy moan.

…he's so sensitive…

The friction of the fabric rutting so deliciously against Jon's needy tip made his eyes roll back and caused tremors to wrack throughout his entire beautiful body, leaving you room to bite at his neck a bit.

"Oh my god, Y/N….Jesus Christ….you-oh fuck!!"

Before he could finish his sentence, you slid your hand under his boxers, gripping his cock firmly. His pleasure face gazing down into your soul flashed a hint of a smirk before he slid his hand under your boxers.

"…oh god….jon…."

Jon started cupping your heat and rubbing it gently while you jerked him harder. His long, soft fingers caressing you down there sent tiny waves of pleasure racking your lower body as slick arousal coated his fingers. Breathing heavily and trying not to buck your hips up, you spat on your hand, squeezing it tighter around his girthy cock, stroking the shaft with your fingers as you rubbed him up to the tip at a medium pace, the new lubrication making his eyes roll back in his head and shaky whimpers fall from his lips. You used your other hand to reach down and cup his nuts, fondling them sweetly while his fingers made their way to your little nub, rubbing it in moderate circles with your slick on his fingers. Your bottom lip was trapped between your teeth as you picked up your pace, you and Jon whimpering to each other. Your two hands were making sweet love to Jon's member, one rubbing up and down and squeezing on the wet shaft, and the other smothering the tip with wet caresses and jerks. Jon's face was buried in your neck, moaning pathetically into your ear while rubbing your clit a little faster, your legs opening up, and your moans getting louder at the feeling.

"G-oh…God, Y/N you feel so good on my fingers…" Jon groaned, his voice two octaves lower than usual.

The sight of Jon's hand under your boxers drove you insane with arousal; Seeing his fingers work your sweet little nub so well and hearing your slick sliding his fingers around on it made you wetter than ever before. You rubbed and caressed him faster, reaching a swift pace as he trembled above you, crying and whimpering while you pumped away.

"Oh fuuuuuck, please, please Y/N-oh god, that feels so-oh god…." Jon babbled into your ear, his hand trembling as it started to flick across your clit, sliding down to tease your hole too.

Your back arched when he sped up, breathy moans escaping you as you felt a knot start to form in your stomach. Jon attempted to stifle his moans with your neck as you squeezed your thighs around his, whimpering pleads that could make even the purest of individuals cum in their pants. Jon's cock was red and pulsating in your hands, the feeling of you jerking him so good making his legs shake. Eventually, he couldn't handle it anymore.

"That's it. I need you. Now."

Jon pulled his hand out and yanked down his boxers, revealing a red, throbbing cock ready to cum. He effortlessly flipped you over and yanked up your ass to meet his hips. All you could do was bury your face in your pillows and brace yourself.

"You ready, baby?" Jon breathed, flicking his red tip up and down your slit.

You turned your head around and said,

"Yes…please…let's fuck…"

Jon pulled off his shirt and threw it to the side, revealing his soft, yet strong features and beautiful natural body. He was now completely naked for you and only you. You yanked off your shirt just to feel his skin better, leaving your binder on. With that, Jon positioned his tip at your entrance, pushing it a bit before being sucked into you, both of you awing at the feeling. His tip stretching your tight hole made your eyes roll back into your head as you begged him to go deeper.

"Ah…Already?...You're so needy…I love it…"

He pushed himself deeper into you, your slippery, gunny walls clenching so hard around him, trying so hard to stretch to his size. He could barely slide further because of your tightness, but he pushed himself even deeper. Clenching onto your love handles and choking out hot breathy moans, he started thrusting in and out of you, leaning forward to get a better angle.

"Oh Jesus Ch…Christ, Y/N…You're so f…fucking tight…"

You arched your back further, pushing back into him, the sudden contact with your g-spot making you cry out into the pillow. You could hear Jon chuckle through a heaved breath as he started fucking into you at a medium pace, moaning desperately as he did so. It was like his cock had been sucked up into a black hole, never to escape.

"Y-oh fuck…You okay, baby?"

You nodded, lightly grinding against him, making him grab you tighter and go deeper.

"Oh god, yes…so fucking big…" You keened, your eyes glossy from the pleasure.

The line of praise got you trapped in Jon's arms; He had toppled onto you and gripped the sheets on either side of your head.

"Oh ho ho ho, I'll show you big…"

He rammed into you, catching you off guard and causing you both to cry out in pleasure. His hips were like a piston pummeling into you faster as he moaned various praises in your ear. The repeated blows to your g-spot had you whimpering like a slut for him, begging him to use you however he wanted.

"Oh yeah?"

He went even faster, your eyes rolling back into your brain as your buttcheeks clapped violently against his pelvis, his nuts slapping against your clit.

"Oh fuc-oh yeah…! Take it! Take it like a dirty slut…!"

Jon snarled endless dirty talk in your ear as you both came close to your orgasms in a matter of minutes.

"I'm gonna fucking cum inside you so hard…"

Jon buried his face in your neck from behind, biting down on your pulse and gripping your hips with the strength to keep them still, using you however he wanted. With each thrust, the knot in your stomach came closer to unraveling while Jon cried out and held you still. He could already tell you were about to cum by your tightening, trembling walls and your cries becoming more desperate. Jon violently slammed in and out at the speed of light, nearing his orgasm by the tiniest bit. You were so close to releasing all over his cock,

"SHHHHIIITT!!!"

"Oh my god, fuck!!!"

Seeing stars, your eyes rolled back into your head, and your insides twitched rapidly as you came undone, Jon's hot, milky sperm shooting deep inside you while he cried out incoherent praises and loud moans. With each spurt of cum he would thrust hard into you, draining himself in your body. Eventually, he quickly pulled out and collapsed on top of you, his hairy chest moving up and down against your back. Once he completely calmed down, he started feathering kisses along the back of your neck, drawing a cute smile from you while you held his hands.

"You alright?" Jon asked, kissing your shoulder.

You turned yourself around to face him, pulling him up with you to sit on your bed face-to-face.

"I've never been better…"

Jon gave a little toothy smile and pecked your lips, caressing the little marks on your hips.

"Sorry if the dirty talk got a little outta hand…I'm a horny bastard as you well know."

You chuckled and squeezed his hands.

"Oh no, it's fine. I liked it."

Jon smiled and pulled you under your covers, turning off your lamp.

"Let's just lay here the rest of the night…I'm so fuckin' tired."

"Me too…"

Jon pulled you into a big naked bear hug, holding you close to his chest while you caressed his back, pulling him into you.

"I love you, Jon."

"I love you too, Y/N…"

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⚠ CONTENT WARNING — smut, fingering (fem receiving), handjob (m receiving), mentions of oral (male receiving), oral (male receiving), choking, spanking, hair pulling, praise; overstimulation, mention of bodily fluids (cum, spit); Jonathan Davis basically spits in your mouth; size kink, dom!Jonathan Davis and sub!Reader. Both fem!reader and male!reader because JDevil loves all you sinners. MDNI 18+ (If I find out you're less than 18 I'm blocking you /srs)

Author's note: Saw a pic of JD wearing nail polish and it awakened something in me. I wanted to include both male and female readers. This is more of a headcanon thing so yeah.

How much for the mani? — Jonathan Davis (KoЯn) x fem!Reader / male!Reader (SMUT HEADCANONS)

male!Reader headcanons

☆ For you, expressing one's identity outside the annoying gender roles imposed practically everywhere was wonderful news. When Jonathan got his nails painted with the nail polish he bought from a random store, you instantly loved it.

☆ He had them dyed in your favourite colors just to show his boyfriend off whenever someone asks him why he chose those Easter-like shades of yellow and pink. You'd hear him reply with, "Oh, these are my boyfriend's favourite colors. Yeah, I'm a total slut for him." and your heart would do backflips at the sight of Jon blushing whenever he'd mention you.

☆ You'd notice the shades popping through whenever you'd hold hands, and bought the man a shade to match his favourite tracksuit, as well as a shade of midnight black.

☆ Jon loved seeing you get all giddy whenever you'd see him with a fresh manicure, and would invite you over to his place so you could paint each other's nails, listening to music while you'd get the title of 'best boyfriend ever' for supporting him through getting a mani, as if that was something weird — you'd reassure him that it's totally normal and that he rocks with or without it.

☆ Of course, the sight of you getting jerked off by the same hands you found pretty was equally enticing for Jon, his digits wrapped around your cock and slowly pumping up and down just to tease you.

☆ He'd hold your hand while jerking you off just so he could feel you squeeze it as you were close to reaching your orgasm, admiring your matching nails throughout.

☆ He'd marvel at the sight and sigh, "Such a good boy", a teasing smile on his face, relishing in your moans and whines.

☆ He'd contrast the tones of his polish to the dark red shade on your face whenever he'd spit in your mouth and wipe off any excess saliva dripping from your lips.

☆ He'd find you almost immediately after concerts and gigs, watching you gawk at the way he held the microphone, making sure he'd hold your neck the same way. He loved it when you admired him, even from afar, and his eyes would find yours through the audience.

☆ The same thumb that would wipe spit from your flushed face when he'd mark your mouth would be the one to rub your tip in circles, or pull back your foreskin to reveal the head of your cock — making a mental note to get the same nail polish shade as the color of your tip in the near future.

fem!Reader headcanons

☆ Whenever you'd do your own nails before a meeting at work, Jon would join you just to watch you meticulously make yourself look pretty — not that you weren't, but he found himself lost in the strokes of the small brush coating your nails one by one.

☆ You weren't surprised when, one night, Jon asked you to do his nails as well — you were excited at the prospect of him feeling comfortable enough to ask you.

☆ So, when you helped Jon pick whichever color he wanted to try, he simply said, "Eh, same as yours. Wanna match with my pretty girl." and you swore your heart melted.

☆ You noticed just how small your hands were next to his when you finished applying the first coat of polish — something you'd notice later, after both Jon's and your nails dried, and his digits were knuckle-deep in your soaking wet cunt, his thumb lazily rubbing your sensitive nub in sloppy circles. His fingers felt so much bigger than yours, so much better that you could cry.

☆ He'd keep his nails as short as possible to not hurt you when he'd ravage your cunt, his fingers going in and out at a speedy pace through your fourth or fifth orgasm. Who counts those, anyway?

☆ "So good for me, makin' sure I look this pretty, huh.." he'd speak lowly, in a slightly amused but enticed tone of voice, endearing smile on his face despite him overstimulating you, torturing you through reaching another high.

☆ "You can do it, c'mon, sweetheart.." he reassured you, his other hand travelling up your thigh and to your ass, giving it a good, hard slap.

☆ He'd make sure you came hard enough that night to bless his new manicure, then washed his hands and cleaned you up.

☆ Whenever you'd suck him off, he'd admire the fact that he could see his painted nails through your hair, pulling it just enough so his cock would leave your mouth with an audible 'pop' so he could clean your face of spit and pre-cum with his thumb, cupping your jaw with the rest of his hand.

☆ He'd get a visible tent in his pants whenever he thought of his fingers fucking you so sweetly, his nails reminding him of that every time he'd look at them.

☆ He'd wrap his hand around your neck and tell you just how much he loves when you stare at his hands, an already existing beauty renewed.

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[pedgecalmdown]

baby got back - p.p.

summary:

You and Plotterfilt are being saucy, but things go a little backward 😜😜

word count:

1.2k

warnings:

Funny business, back arch, broken back, stiff stature, milk soaked dinosaur plushie, booster seat, stuck in car trunk, walking while limping from side to side, smelly toots, skid mark, chiropractor cracking back, tongue sticking out because of back crack, insufferable female lead, thumb suckling, HUZZAH!!

You laid there, barely moving as your beloved boyfriend, Pecorino, jackhammered into you, back arched and letting out high pitched moans with each thrust. His toes were curling and shaking as he neared his release. You grabbed onto his back and gripped onto him with an iron fist, nails digging

Into his skin. “Oh, pedgeword!” You cry. “Oh my goodness, honey bunchkins.. I’m.. I’m… HUZZah..- AAAAAAAAAGHHHH!!!!!!!!” Your boufriend let out a pulverizing screech that made you jump. Just after he had spilled his watery seed into you, he let out his scream and clutched his arched back. “Pulsierenden, what happened? Are you okay?” You ask, frantically. “MY BAAAAACK!! AHH!” He pulls out and stands up, back frozen in the arched position. He starts to cry and hyperventilate when he looks In the mirror and sees his deformed back. You cover your mouth in shock as your mund races. “Pavlova, we need to get to the emergency room, stat!”

Both of you were in a rush to put on clothes, and you put on an oversized hoodie and sweatpants while you help Poltergeist put on his t shirt of a cat riding a dinosaur with rainbows in the background with his orange dinosaur trunks. What a silly guy! You rush to the car and since Partition is so deformed, you have to throw him in the trunk because he can’t fit in the front seat. You accidentally hit Plobfrogulous against the wall and he started to cry. “YEEEOWCHHH!!” “It’s ok my brave brave boy, do you want your dinosaur plushie?” “yes” he said quietly while suckling his thumb in despair. You threw him his dinosaur plush you always keeps in his booster seat and started to drive to the hospital.

You arrive at the hospital and pull in, you being one of 5 cars there. You hop out and open the trunk to see Pubic sucking his thumb, holding his dinosaur plushie that’s soaked with milk close to his side, and back still severely arched. You pull him out and he slinks onto the floor, holding his milk doused plushie. “Come on pharmaceuticals, let’s get you out. And stop pouring milk in your plushie, it’s gonna mold.” “But when I suck the milk out it tastes so yummy!” He replies. He somehow stands up and limps from side to side as he tries to walk with his altered stature. You open the door for him and he walks into the lobby of the emergency room.

“Oh good lord.” The nurse at the front desk says. “Hey lady, that’s my hubby. Now he needs help, as you can CLEARLY see, so why dont cha get him in that darn room so you can tell me what’s wrong, got it toots?” You look at her with a fiery stare. “Sure thing.. uhh.. so what happened?”

Without breaking eye contact, with your hand on your hip you reply, “We were up to some.. funny business.. and my munchkin here got hurt. How about instead of asking questions you get to work, huh? C’mon, chop chop honey!” The front desk calls a nurse that has to toss Plogfrotter on a rolling bed because he’s so stiff, but while he’s being thrown, he drops his milk soaked dinosaur plushie on the floor which makes a loud slap because of the wetness. Placket’s lips immediately start to quiver and he reaches out his arms while closing and opening his hands. You pick up the moist plush and give it back to him, and he immediately starts sucking out the milk in comfort as you follow him and the nurse to the chiropractor unit.

You enter the room and Porglesnort is laid down on a black, leather chiropractor bed. Because of his arched back, his whole back isn’t touching the bed, only his shoulders and rear end. It pains you to see your boo boo sausage like this, and you wince in pain for him. The nurse who rolled him in tells you the chiropractor will be in shortly before walking out. You start hearing giggling from pugliss. “What’s so funny, prugglewort?” You ask. You hear a toot slip out from between his pimpled, damp, wrinkly and soggy flaps. His smile grows wider as you realize what he’s doing. “Plargus, not in here! It’ll stink when the doctor comes in!” You giggle behind your hand as his farting continues. The doorknob turns as the doctor comes in. “You must be y/n and pedge. What’s going o- oh my god, what did you do?” You told him the story in detail, not missing one thing. His face contorts in disgust, but pegger can’t see. Puckler can’t see a thing. Because of his back, his face is pulled back to look behind him. The chiropractor cracks his knuckles before saying, “alright, let’s see what I can do here.”

The chiropractor had to cover his nose due to being so close to Portswoggle. With Plittlefert’s posterior facing upwards, the room reeked significantly, the culprits likely being simultaneously the toots and some skid mark leftovers. The chiropractor tried to feel Pewt’s spine, but he was wriggling and crying so much he had to call multiple nurses to hold him down. “It’s gonna be okay my little sweet potato, if you be a good boy then I might even be able to get you a mcflurry!!” This seemed to brighten Puke’s spirit, and you wiped off his snotty nose with your sleeve. The chiropractor got to work, starting with his lower back and working his way up. Every time he cracked Pimparino’s spine, he cried out for his soaked dinosaur plush, and you held it over his head and wrung out the milk so he could drink it. Because his head was stuck upwards, he had trouble swallowing the milk, often leading to him coughing it out or it streaming out his nose. After what felt like forever, the chiropractor was almost at the top of his back, and Probfrolulous was so tired that he had his tongue sticking out of his mouth halfway. You reassured him, “You got this baby, it’s just the final stretch now!”

The chiropractor positioned his hands at the final spot, and cracked the life out of his back. Packroller stuck his tongue out and made intelligible noises. “Alright. That’s it, should be good as new!” The chiropractor said. “Thank you so much, doctor. Pagina, what do you say?” “fank you.” Pungy mumbles quietly, head down. “My pleasure. Be careful next time you uh, move your back like that.” You walk out of the room, holding porky’s hand. “Come on penile, let’s go home and go neepy neeps, okay?” “Okeley dokeley!” He says. On the drive home, pundit falls asleep in the passenger seat. When you arrive home, you shake him to wake him up. He wakes up with a wet fart. You take him inside and change him into his Jammie’s. He lays down on the bed, holding his plushie and sucking his thumb. You looked at him with love and pet his head. This is true love.

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A/N

Hey guys!! This one’s off the rails 😝😝 Hope you enjoy this cute poo poo sausage content!! Make sure to like 👍 subscribe, and hit that bell 🛎️🔔🚣

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[awesomesauce2929]

Preview of the fic I'm working, will be done editing end of this month

Iru sipped his lavender and wallflower lukewarm tea from his purple teacup, his lips shivers against the warmth. Observing his universe, everything’s excellent, they follow their fate what Supreme Kai Iru made them to do. All according to plan. Putting his teacup down on a small side table, his eyes reflects a darkest colour and a fear - void black. A smirk mirroring a crescent, his fingers playing against a craft in his mind, the one he masters quite well to ensure his universe does well to survive like a newly born baby; planning.

Floated up to very edge of the Kaioshin world where all Kais’ eyes could not make a clear image of their superior, really a faint star in their lilac sky. Black thick smoke absorbing his very body, hidden him in sight. A secret, it won’t be long. Soon, Iru’s hands themselves revealing a light inside, sliced up a misty crevasse where his head came out then his entire body follows. The black smoke disappeared out of nothingness. Iru did not acknowledged as such. Opened his hands like a prayer, his new creation came to be and landed on his hands with a plop.

Floated down back to his world, space, sat down on his chair with little noise besides a gentle sigh. Placed his new creation inside his chest for safekeeping. Took another sip of his teacup, still warm as the previous sip he took. Without moving his teacup, he summons two floating essentials near him, first, a bluish clear sphere displaying his destroyer and his angel. A rarity to observe them, but Iru has a reason, a rarity is now a regularity as he been observing them almost daily. What the sphere shows him:

Korn opening a wooden cupboard above his shoulders, taking a small basket of packets out. Fingers flicking each of them, eventually finding the one. From Korn’s frown, the correct assumption is the packet is empty. Iru cleared the sphere away, he does not need to see anymore. The Supreme Kai brings the calendar onto his lap, viewing the dates and past notes he written down before. He also, cleared this away from the sight.

Blinking his eyes to a friendly dark colour; he didn’t plan to freak the Kais out post-creation.

#wip #iru dbs #korn dbs #fanfic #in progress #rest will be on a03 its an smut #a LiKorn smut it would be the first one i wrote for them #not beta read unfortunately

[liquifymyrights]

Working real hard for y'all!

It's already 1416 words!!!

Anyways this is one of my first Wattpad books so when I actually do publish this story please do ignore the grammatical/spelling mistakes. I'll probably go back through and fix them.

This is also my first Tumblr post! So hey you guys! 😝👆

I'll probably make an introduction post later on idk at the moment...

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[issuesdolly]

A Wild Jonathan Davis Fun Fact??

Don't know that this is the right space for this but there was this Pinterest pic and in the comments people were discussing an interview in which JD discusses his d**k size....11 inches ? 😳 💀 Don't even care if he's lying. Definitely gonna fuel my next fanfic stories 😆 I'm dead ...... Well then. More stories coming very soon

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[korn-dogz]

Edging With Jonathan Davis

SMUT

TW: smut, edging, Jonathan calls the reader “mommy” at some points

510 words

“Ah… fuckkk…” you hear Jonathan whimper as you continue to stroke him

"You're Doing so good Jonathan" you say as you jerk him off slightly faster, you were behind Jonathan letting your free hand wonder up his chest. He made such cute sounds, it got you a little excited too.

"Y/N... please fuck... I'm coming" he managed to slur out

"Not yet baby" you say as you feel him start to twitch in your hand

“Please... m-mommy l'm so close" you were taken aback by the nickname, but you liked it, Jonathan threw his head back and his mouth slightly agape

"Not until I say Jonathan" you coo at him, he looked at you with lust in his eyes, you knew he was desperate to cum but not yet

You saw his hands grip the mattress, as he lets out moans and whimpers,

"Nghh....ahh" you heard Jonathan say as you stroked him, an idea popped up into your head

You started stroking him at a painfully slow pace as he jerks his head up from the loss of contact, he starts to nag you, begging you to go faster

"Come on Jonathan, I know you can do better then that" you say in sexual voice

"God, please mommy! Make me cum ah! I'm so close make me cum please!" Jonathan practically screams out

"Good boy" you say as you kiss him on the cheek, you started jerking him off at a faster pace and once again Jonathan threw his head back and let out the hottest whimpers

"Oh god...! I'm cuming! I'm cuming! Ngh!" Jonathan says as he shutters and his cock starts to twitch in your hand

"Such a good boy for me" you say as streams on cum leak out of Jonathans dick, he's panting heavily and his legs and shaking

"Thank you y/n... that was incredible" Jonathan says as he's still panting, you just smile at him as you lean in to kiss him, he happily leans in to connect your lips together

"You did so good Jonathan, let's get you cleaned up" you praise him as you offer your hand for him to take, he happily takes your hand and you lead him to the bathroom

You finish cleaning Jonathan up as you head out of the bathroom, you had forgotten that they're still on tour so when you walked out of the bedroom you saw the 4 boys staring at you. Your face immediately turned red, there was a moment of silence before Brian broke it by laughing, the others joined in and started laughing

"Hey babe what's going on-" Jonathan cuts himself off as he sees what everyone is laughing at, "yeah! I get more pussy than you fags!" Jonathan try's to defend himself which makes you giggle a little

"Yeah totally!!!" Brian says while still laughing as he starts to mock the two of you, "I'm so close!" Brian mocks Jonathan as the others starts laughing harder "Alright thats enough" you chuckle a little trying to hide your embarrassment

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[giannafartfart]

Hey guys, it’s me, I’m back doing more mathcups but this time i am doing some Twilight mathcups, along with my Gorillaz and Its Always Sunny In Philadelphia mathcups. I’ll be taking requests via direct messaging and I’m open to any characters! Thanks!

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[memobread]

jon davis fanfic preview :p

(full version soon)

We continued to lazily make out, snuggled in each other's jackets and making up for all the missed time we could have spent together. I felt so safe with him; like I could disappear into his arms and snuggle up into him forever. Jon's fuzzy hair surrounded my face while he straddled my lap and held my head sweetly. Our noses and eyelashes fluttered on each other under large snowflakes, more slow songs playing in the background. When we weren't kissing and nuzzling, we just gazed into each other's pretty eyes for a few seconds before kissing again.

He's so soft…

Jon pulled an unopened beer from his jacket pocket and cracked it open against the wall. He took a sip before offering me the bottle, to which I obliged him to feed me like that. From then on, gentle beer kisses and sweet nothings were shared between us. As the bottle was finished, there was tipsy shifting and growing lustful tension, both of us wanting more than just cuddles.

@jonathandaviskisser

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