#gukk

[delipjm]

[l1tw1ck]

Picture this 👺

A mythical or magical world. Literally every magical creature is there, elves, dragons, orcs, fairies, mermaids, nymphs, heck even unicorns.

The Elf prince of the elven kingdom is nothing but a slut, practically sleeping around with anyone who can top him. He'll just about enjoy anything anyone does to him.

He has always had an infatuation with you, the tall, buffed, lean and so hot (whatever magical creature you wanna be 🤷‍♀️) and he constantly begs you to fuck him. You've done it with him once and it left him so breathless, he went crawling back to you ♡

He says such lewd things as he whispers in your ear "Wouldn't it be nice to fill my pussy with your hot, thick seed~" or as you are seated, he'll take the chance to use a table in front of you and invitingly spread his legs as a way to lure you :3

When he succeeds in getting you to fuck him, this man is grinning and squealing in happiness!

""Gukk!! F-Fuck" His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he arched his back, his hips bucking slightly as he moved back against your big cock. "Just like that...o-oh fuckkk!"

Going at it for hours on end, fulfilling his desires and making him feel so full and satisfied. By the end of the night his brain is all mushy, a wide smile on his face with drool running down the side of his mouth....and his gaping holes with cum gushing out

yessssssdfnsndhjdjsjsjsksmcndnbshshs

[chloessleepystories]

Sisters part 4

Helen bumped the bedroom door with the laundry basket, and it opened slightly.

“Kenzie? I’m coming in! Hide the naked men and drug paraphernalia, here comes Mom!” The door swung open. “Actually, just looking for dirty laun ...”

She blinked. The bedroom was empty. And unlike her normally neat daughter’s usual habits, it was a pigsty.

“Now where is she off to, so early on a Saturday,” she murmured. “And what is going on with this mess?”

She moved carefully through the room, picking up scattered clothing and discarded underwear as she went. But there seemed almost a progression, a time capsule of a week of changing tastes: jeans gave way to skirts, sensible shirts were gradually replaced with crop tops ... but it was the underwear Mom really started to notice. Thongs? Lace? Since when did her smart and more-or-less asexual daughter care about dressing like this? Chloe, sure, but Kenzie?

“I guess it had to happen sooner or later,” she sighed at this evidence of her younger daughter’s sexual awakening. “She is 18 now, after all. As long as she doesn’t start dressing or acting TOO slutty ...”

Her laundry basket full, Helen was on the way out when she saw the iPod, abandoned on the desk. That’s strange, she thought. Kenzie had rarely been without her music lately. Turning it over, she noticed a scrap of masking tape on the back marked with a “1” in pen. Ah, that explains it. She must have more than one ...

And, curious about what fantastic music had so obsessed her daughter lately, she went to find her own earbuds. No harm in giving it a listen while she continued doing the housework, she thought.

Helen hadn’t noticed that several of the panties seemed crusty with dried secretions, or that there was an odd stain on a couple of the tops, too. It hadn’t registered with her that there was only one bra in the whole room – Kenzie hadn’t worn one in days, from one of her sister’s many suggestions.

Leaving Kenzie’s bedroom, she glanced again at the sexy underthings on top. Sighed at her baby growing up. And said aloud, “Well, as long as it doesn’t interfere with her studies ...”

Singing this song long enough

Will turn you to a dumb slut

Super silly fragile minded

Sexpot giggly fuckslut

At around the same time, Kenzie was bent over between two college-age boys, a short red plaid skirt bunched around her waist and a simple white schoolgirl shirt hanging off one arm as she was slammed into from both ends. Her hair was in pigtails and her perky breasts bounced as the thick cocks fucked her drooling cunt and her drooling mouth, her eyes vacant and glassy as her brains dripped out of her holes. Her iPod lay near her panties several feet away, the masking-taped “3” just visible under the blue lace.

Her sister Chloe watched eagerly, rubbing herself occasionally, as she filmed the further debasement of her formerly goody-goody sister. “Yes, fuck her, boys,” she moaned. “Rape the IQ out of her a point at a time.”

The boys slammed into her harder, and Kenzie’s choking noises filled the video camera’s microphone for a moment. “How do you like being my compliant little fuckslut, Kenzie?” she called. “Your brain all fuzzy and floaty? Your libido buzzing and never satisfied, my entranced, docile, suggestible little sister?”

“Glukk gukk guhk gugg glukg gggghhhhhgg ...”

They were in the recording studio at the radio station where Chloe worked, in relative privacy. Sure, she’d had to bribe a couple of the studio techs to let them have some space to work, but since the price had been her sister’s body, the boys had been super willing to not only take the bribe, but appear in the amateur porn video that followed.

“You’re going to make me so much money,” Chloe told her mindwiped sister. “And you’re going to be so embarrassed to know that people are getting off watching you. You’ll feel such shame knowing that your reputation is being trashed. That people will come to know you as nothing but a stupid slut. But that embarrassment, that shame ... that will turn you on ...”

Kenzie’s body seemed to shudder as the idea took hold. (Though maybe that was just from the final slam of the cock in her mouth, as one of the techs emptied his load down her throat.) In her vulnerable state, her mind took in every suggestion as a really, really good idea. Her sister’s commands often – not always, but often – took root as solid facts, core personality traits.

The long cock pulled out of her mouth, covered in her drool, and Kenzie panted, trying to catch her breath as she was still being pounded from behind, strong hands pulling on her young hips. Her body wasn’t used to this kind of abuse, but Kenzie hadn’t felt anything to complain about in days. Even pain and soreness just made her giggle.

“You love that, don’t you slut,” growled the man who’d just painted her tonsils. “It feels great to be spit-roasted, and I bet you can’t wait to do it again.”

Kenzie suddenly shuddered again, as she gave in to a whole-body orgasm, shaking and screaming as the other man came in her unprotected pussy. “It does!! Oh fuck it feels great I love it I need it I love being spit-roasteeeeeedddd....”

Chloe raised an eyebrow, looking to the man now rubbing his slick cock across Kenzie’s slimed face, then back to her climaxing sister. Suggestible ...

It feels good to

Obey

Obey

Obey ...

Meanwhile, Mom was whistling as she hopped around Chloe’s room. She had been surprised to find her bedroom empty too, when she’d first entered – her 20-year-old “career woman” was a hard partier and generally slept in on a Saturday – but she wasn’t thinking about it anymore. She wasn’t thinking about much, really.

Don’t wanna be

Thinking

Thinking

Thinking

So fun to be

Giggly

Giggly

Giggly

Helen giggled. She couldn’t help it. What a fun, infectious tune! It made her want to dance while she worked. It filled her with happy little bubbles. She hadn’t felt so light in years! No wonder her kids couldn’t stop listening to this music ...

She tidied Chloe’s room, and moved down the hall. What could she do now? She had so much energy! But not paying the bills, no, that made her unhappy. Just thinking of it made her brain hurt.

Washing the dishes! That would be perfect. She wouldn’t need to think – just clean, and hum, and

smile ...

You love to be

Bubbly

Bubbly

Bubbly

When she was almost done – and where had the time gone?? – she suddenly splashed herself badly from the water hitting a skillet wrong. Ohhhh, her shirt was all wet. Better go change!

She unplugged herself from the iPod for the first time in an hour to pull her shirt over her head. But it was like she could still hear that happy little beat. What to wear?

She looked at herself in the mirror, in her bra and jeans. She was still attractive, only approaching her mid-40s. Getting out there dating again soon. She had nothing to worry about. (She HAD been worried, hadn’t she? But somehow, today, she couldn’t worry about anything!!) Dammit, I’m beautiful! she thought. And men are gonna want this ...

You wanna be

Sexy

Sexy

Sexy

Helen felt a sudden tingle of arousal, looking at herself. Thinking of meeting new men. And had a strange thought – would there be anything in either of her daughters’ wardrobes, that might fit her? She wanted to feel ... sexy ...

She walked down the hall, humming to the remembered tune, idly stroking her breasts through her bra, pinching her nipples without really thinking about it. Yes, sexy. I want to be sexy ...

But thoughts of teenagers’ clothing fell out of her mind as soon as she walked into Kenzie’s tidied bedroom, and spotted something she hadn’t seen the first time: there, on the dresser. Another iPod. She snatched it up, barely registered the number “2” scrawled on the tape.

Her mouth fell open as she stared at it, and she almost drooled. She didn’t know anything about drugs, was against drugs as a rule – but her body reacted exactly like a junkie about to get their next fix.

Where.

The FUCK.

Did I leave my earbuds...

Her bra was off before she left the room, but she didn’t even notice.

Don’t want to be

Brainy

Brainy

Brainy

[lashysdomain]

Right lesson, Wrong teacher

tw for violence / strangulation

Previous part

"Those won't work. If we have to go with ones connected to your WiFi they have to be properly encrypted. You already have a VPN as a streamer, right?"

Niriol nods, pushing her keyboard back and turning her attention from the browser they'd been looking at cameras on to look at Vayuya.

"Make sure no one sees what connection you're attached to. You shouldn't have any reason to show your screen, but it's still something I'd caution against. Don't sub to the ones you see sponsored videos from all the time. They're fine for your every day consumer, but people know how to pick through the connections."

"Are any of them really even safe...?"

"No, not really. Not when the people you deal with are neets."

The gold blood sighs, knowing the feelings swirling within Niriol all too well. She's never properly addressed them in herself, but she should at least try to offer comfort or advice to some degree right?

"Your world's been turned upside down, and I'm only surprised it took this long-" she pauses seeing the seadwellers gaze shift away in some emotion she can't recognize, "Perhaps that was uncalled for. However. You're a content creator with over 300k followers and you can't stand up to your chat half of the time beyond telling them to drop a topic. You can't rely on people you know to keep you safe. They can't always be there."

"I know you're right, Vayuya.... But I don't know if I can hurt someone..."

"If you can't defend yourself, you're going to end up like me."

Not elaborating at all Vayu pushes off the desk she's been leaning on, shrugging her jacket to the floor and gesturing for Niriol to join her in the middle of the studio.

"Hit me."

Snorting at the shocked expression that instantly takes over Niri's worried face Vayu motions her closer, grabbing onto the shorter woman's arm once she's in reach to twist it behind her.

"Vayuya--"

"Break free, come on; you're a seadweller, use your strength."

Silence fills the room. Vayu's grip tightens, twisting the arm further the longer the violet makes no move. Her voice booms when she's waited all she can tolerate, Niriol flinching at how loud she is.

"COME ON!"

Her teeth grit, jaw opening again to shout but she inhales sharply instead, letting go as she presses a hand to her stomach. There it is. A solid blow to her stomach from the seadwellers elbow packed a bit more punch than she was anticipating, but she won't back down on this now.

Vayu doesn't have time to speak again as she's toppling over onto the floor, barely over 5 feet of violet having slammed into her harder than she could prepare for. The small hands that wrap around her throat are clearly hesitant but take a strong grip from the loud gukk as her airflow is cut off.

It's sloppy, and her hands aren't in the right place, but crushing the windpipe is always a valid way to get someone to back off for a while. Trying to get air with her vision quickly fading Vayu grips tightly onto Niri's arm, giving a tug in hopes she'll let go on her own.

Her vision almost entirely fades to black before Niri's grip is loosened. The deep breath Vayuya takes in causes pain from her lungs having been so tight, pulse visible in her neck as blood rushes back to her brain. Her recovery will be slow, but it's better than having died in a way. The weight of Niriol on her chest hasn't let up and when she feels the soft wet plop of tears on her cheeks it's easy for her to tell why.

"You did good... I'm alright." she whispers, reaching out a hand to pat the poor woman's leg. "Far better than I expected...." After a moment she's able to sit up, putting a hand against Niri's back to keep her from falling. "You can't hurt me in a way that'll be a problem. Everything's alright..."

As uncomfortable as this close of contact makes her she still pulls the smaller woman into a hug, one hand gently patting the seadwellers head as she begins to sob into Vayu's shoulder.

"Kheron's going to extra kill me now," she mumbles under her breath, hoping that Niri will calm down before any of her quads arrive.

[btslittlecorner]

In 2022 my only motivation to wake up every day was to watch BTS content. I spent hours lying in my bed watching old RUN BTS! episodes, random interviews, Bon Voyage episodes over and over again… My friend Lou (🥰) recommended me to open a blog to organize all that content and keep it handy if want to rewatch o remember any specific moment. And that's how this compilation blog started. Little did I know that this small community of ARMYS was going to do me so much good! I've felt super accompanied by your creations, memes and personal stories… I can proudly say that I've grown this year. I still struggle with my anxiety and depression but I have important goals now: I've started studying again and I want to be a better woman when Bangtan returns. There are better and worse days but here on Tumblr I always find a warm space where I feel you're next to me even if it is from a distance.

So I want to wish happy holidays and merry christmas (if you celebrate) to all my amazing followers and to the people I usually see on my timeline. These dates can be hard for some and we need an even bigger hug 🫂

@jungkkyuk * @bangtanheartbeat * @yooboobies * @magicshop * @rjshope * @cordiallyfuturedwight * @heybaetae * @jkvjimin * @golden-jeon-jungkook * @userkoo * @gukks * @taeyungie * @kook-core * @daechwitas * @jung-koook * @syuga * @sugajimin * @namchyoon * @jimimn * @junghosoks * @ktaejin * @aurjeon * @dearbangtansonyeondan * @jmin * @jjkfire * @yoongikook * @gukgi * @namgination * @92ksj * @chimchams * @doona-baes * @joeguk * @jiminrolls * @jjeongukks * @taeguk * @bts-trans * @kimtaegis * @raplinenthusiasts * @jkvjimin * (I'm probably forgetting people, sorry!!!! )

I hope we and the tannies stay healthy and happy next year 💜 thank you all for being there.

[jung-koook]

you seem like such a great person! I love your blog and energy! do you have here some friends of yours that you could recommend us to follow? i wanna stay in a smaller circle but only of the best people, if that makes sense 😅 thanks in advance!

aww, thank you 🥺 I dont have many friends here but I have many people that I had the opportunity to talk to and they are amazing people: @taeyungie, @taee, @taejoon, @joonie, @eggjinnie, @leedongwook, @kithtaehyung, @usertae, @kimtaegis, @jimimn, @yooboobies, @userjiminie, @taechnological, @gukks, @suga-ssi, @sugashu, @sugajimin, @myork, @hobeah, @rkivedfiles, @rosebowl, @heybaetae, @yoongi-bts ,@minieggukie , @userhobi, @namchyoon, @kookjinnies, @hopekidoki, @seokljin, @gukqi, @jiminslight, @honsool, @namchyoon, @kkulmoon, @kth1 nice, sweet and amazing people ♡

[borathae]

Tbh aaol couple are perfect to me like this, gukk super happy fluffy bunny and oc badass wifey who lays it down for her mans in the bedroom.

Anyways, WHAT I WANNA SEE IS, oc being super clingy and needy for hubby OUTSIDE of sex BECAUSE IM A SLUT NOT ONLY FOR THE SMUT SIBI WRITES BUT THE FLUFF TOO 🥺

Any hcs?

No but I love them too :( they are so precious to me :( their dynamic is honestly one of the dynamics I want from my own relationship :(

Now to answer your questions because trust me OC gets very needy for her Bunny's attention 🥺

she turns clingy af a few days before a business trip

especially if it’s one that’s gonna take a few weeks/months

she wants to spend as much time as possible with Googie to make up for the time they will have to miss out on 

she also gets clingy af whenever he comes home from a business trip

cue touch starved!OC

oh dear oh dear she will be glued to him

he will be showered in attention 

that woman will make sure to feel up every inch of his body twice before she is even as much as satisfied

Kookie will love it of course and give her all the cute moans and sighs in the world

besties cue a sex marathon

Kook will take a few days off of work so he can spend time with her

she will want to be with him at all times

I see excessive smooching of cheeks and playing of hair happening during those days

I can also see her being needy for his attention whenever she had a bad day 

she likes cuddles and massages on those days 

and just generally only really lightens up once she can talk to him 

wants him to sit on her lap with his entire weight against her chest

it’s the pressure on her chest which will really calm her down

especially needy for his affection whenever she wakes up from a nightmare

she has really traumatic nightmares about her past

I feel like those are the moments where the roles are flipped and she needs Kookie to protect her and be there for her

she'll become so tiny and vulnerable and sniffly while Kookie becomes all strong and protective over her

she wants to be cradled against his chest during those moments

she'll be shaking like crazy and sobbing softly while he soothes her with soft whispers

needs him to play with her hair during those moments and also to rock her back to sleep gently

they are just so soft for each other :(

[euphoricfilter]

I think gukk sampled pied piper for standing next to you omg

pied piper is a sexy little song so i wouldn’t blame him if he did, and standing next to you is just as delicious so…. a win for jungkook ☝️🥳

[formika9]

Gukk Ceeee 🤩🥰

[yoongzsmile28]

baby gukk<3

smiley 🐰

[borathae]

*sees borathae answering an ask with the hashtags SA or MV*

*lowers screen brightness*

Lmfao on the reals though, i love the thirst for taekook and yoonkook over here, can't wait for some mxm action in MV!

On the other hand I'm thinking of AAOL and their icelandic gateway 🥺 I hope they're having fun and that gukk is well taken care of *wink wink*

NO BUT MOOD HAHQJS

I honestly love the thirst for my SA boys too!! They are all so hot you guys I want them fngngnng

ALSO LISTEN DO YOU WANT ME TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT THAT? BECAUSE 👀

[nhamilk]

⠀⠀▬ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ɪᴄᴏɴs  • ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ! ⠀⠀♡ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜsᴇ/sᴀᴠᴇ｡ ☾

[jjeonjimochi]

BTS — bon voyage

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[d-noona]

BABY KOOKIEEEEE

[guinhosite]

⍝ 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒 ! ⟡

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[youarejesting]

BTS Seoul mates: Ribbon Couple

[MASTERLIST]

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Jungkook hated leaving Korea, it made the strings pull taut on his finger, and he always feared it would snap. You had set out on a journey not wanting to sit still but follow the yarn where ever it would lead. 

Jungkook had been to many countries. He stopped counting after 13. And no matter how hard he looked the only red string he ever saw was his own steadily stretching out from his wedding ring finger. It captivated his attention whenever he had a free moment. The only magic he had ever personally experienced was this shape shifting thread.

It would stretch when he would travel. And he would find himself entangled in it when he woke. It never retracted unless he retraced his steps otherwise it would continue growing. At every new city and town they visited as a band he searched for some trace that his soul mate had been there.

His biggest fear was one day running out of thread. That he would be on the stage and wouldn’t be able to move tangled up and the pull would become too much and it would snap leaving him alone in the middle of the stage, in the middle of his life. He was part of a group online of people with the same soulmate link, he remembered watching a video series of a girl traveling to find her soulmate.

She had been traveling since she was ten years old with her very supportive family. He had witnessed her laugh, cry and overcome so many things. He reached out and the two of you had become friends he even gave you tips on all the places you were visiting. Happy he could make your journey exciting and proud with his knowledge having been to ever place you visited. But while he traveled creating length to his fate cord, you traveled minimizing yours and it made him a little jealous.

He stepped onto the stage and sang Euphoria holding out his hand, imagining another hand wrapped in ribbons of red interlocking with his. The concert ended and he tried to relax watching your latest video. The last he had seen you had broken down on camera because your soulmate had traveled back to America and then London and then to Japan. You were exhausted heading to Saudi Arabia the last he heard and he gave a good recommendation on some food and places to visit.

He saw you smiling as you introduced the video and you began talking about taking a break from searching and having fun instead. “Hi guys, originally we were supposed to be staying the extra week tracking the thread in Saudi Arabia but instead we are boarding a plane to Seoul to see the final Speak yourself concert. My good friend Jeon Jungkook has helped me so much, leaving me supportive messages and well I want to support him. But also we know that Korea, is a frequently visited place for my soul mate and I have a theory they are from Korea and with Christmas coming up, I might be able to catch them when they are home for the holidays.”

Jungkook kept watching until he got a call, he answered curiously, seeing your smiling face, “Kookie, the wire got shorter, I know I am getting close” You cheered he smiled and congratulated you wishing you good luck whilst his thumb ran along the red twine. “Are you free? I know today was your last concert?”

“Uh yeah free until the twenty third when I have to go to japan for a fan meet” he smiled, fiddling with the red string pooled around the ground. “I saw your newest video that you were heading to our concert, did you make it?”

“uh yeah I am uh outside. Would it be too much of a hassle to see you? Or should I wait for another day?” Jungkook sat up his heart racing, he was going to meet his long-time friend and he was nervous. He told you to wait by a security guard and you did and a radio came through and the two guards looked at you and reported back one of them telling you in broken English that he would escort you to Jungkook.

Jungkook put his phone down, trying to flatten his messy hair and clean up his after concert sweaty make up mess. There was a knock and Namjoon opened the door nodding to the guard you walked in but you were filming staring at the ground the thread in your hands gently pulling it as you walked forward. Jungkook watched you frozen as he saw the entirety of the string between you both. He watched your small hands wrapped in the crimson twine and your hand slid up the rope your hand bumping into his as your head hit his chest. Jungkook wrapped his hand around yours and it felt better than any day dream the warmth that flooded his body. Shakily you looked up, and let out a choked sob and he pulled you too his chest, “We are soul mates” he grinned down at you.

You sobs grew as you slammed tiny fists against his chest. “You jerk, I traveled across the world to find you and you couldn’t just stay in one place.” There was a series of broken words that Jungkook suspected even you didn’t know what you were saying as you fell still against him your shoulders shaking a lot less. You sniffed and recoiled. “JK you smell like wet socks”