“Jungkook tries to sneak away after last night, unaware that you have been watching him all this time.”
Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: established relationship!AU, Morning After!AU, Magic!AU, Smut
Warnings: nudity, messy bodies after messy sex, Kook is a fucking flirt & tease, she takes pictures of him, allusions to: rough & passionate sex, pegging, breeding with fake cum, vaginal sex, creampies, marking & bruises, naked cuddling
Wordcount: 1k
a/n: patreon stresses me out so much omfg 😭 BUT here is another lil short story to one of my art ohohoh ❤ if you want to support me on patreon, i will love you forever (my dream is to one day only live off my art & writing jdsfjj)
“Come back to bed“, you say, sitting up to trail your boyfriend with your eyes as the latter hurries through the room.
“You know I want to, but I can’t”, Jungkook tells you and scans his eyes over the floor in search for his briefs.
He woke up earlier than you. The sun had barely passed the distant mountains and you hugged him to your chest when he did.
It is a regular thing that Jungkook wakes up in your arms as your little spoon. Jungkook doesn’t need to hold something as he sleeps, while you do. He doesn’t mind when you roll over in your sleep and pull him against your chest. He liked it this morning especially.
You were rough last night. Jungkook wanted you to. The wet, creamy reminder of it still oozed out of Jungkook as he sat up after waking up. It seeped deep into your rose-coloured satin sheets, joining all the other stains you and he painted last night. The once purple and pink marks on Jungkook’s body healed over night, but Jungkook still remembers all the spots they covered. It tingles when he brushes his fingers over them.
Jungkook liked waking up as your little spoon this morning. He liked feeling your bared, silken skin against his equally as bared skin. He liked the tickling swirls of breath dancing over the nape of his neck and he liked the sensation of your soft cunt against his ass. You and he didn’t clean up last night because you are both into feeling the sex on your skins the morning after, so Jungkook woke up to your messy cunt pressed against his sticky ass.
Jungkook liked it and he would have stayed in your arms if he didn’t have responsibilities today.
“Why can’t you stay? It’s too early to leave”, you bargain, missing his touch. The worst part about mornings with him, is when he has to leave and you have to make do with the solitude which once he filled. Just as you filled him last night. And then he did you. Fuck, last night was so messy and passionate.
Jungkook bends down to pick up his briefs, “I promised Yoongi to help with the Rippers. I can’t let him down”, he argues and straightens up. His torn apart briefs hang on his pointer finger in messy shreds.
You eye them and press your legs together. It smears the mess all over your thighs.
“Really?” Jungkook says with a chuckle on his lips, “couldn’t you have gone easy on them?”
“No.”
“You’re unbelievable”, Jungkook chuckles and shakes his head. “Ever since you learned how to use your magic to get stronger, you’re a maniac”, he says with fondness in his voice. He discards the torn briefs on the floor and snatches his jeans. He steps into them and pulls them up, stuffing his cock into them.
“So this is your best solution? No underwear?” you ask, lifting your right brow in question.
“I’m already late and running back to my wing takes too much time”, Jungkook says and turns to hurry to where you discarded his red button up. It was right after you pushed him into your bedroom and told him that you will have him arching his back later, which turned out to be true.
You drop into the sheets with a loud sigh, rubbing your hand over your own forehead.
“You aren’t making it easier for me when you leave like this.”
“I know. It’s not my preferred way either, but I’m late.”
“You know that I wasn’t speaking of uncomfortable pants”, you say as you laugh breathily.
Jungkook chuckles, “I’m aware.”
You sit up again. The sun is shining into your bedroom, illuminating your boyfriend’s fit stature temptingly well. Bright spots of lights cover his chest and parts of his sculpted abs, dark shadows blend into the colours and hide his tattoos in slight mystery. His jeans are still open enough to reveal his shaft and parts of his balls to your eyes. His dark hair hangs messily, matching in colour with his thick bush. You reach for your film camera and snap a picture as Jungkook is putting on his shirt.
The latter lifts his head at the sound of the shutter, watching you lower the camera again.
“For me”, you say, giving Jungkook a playful grin.
Jungkook lets out a fond scoff and closes his shirt, “you’re too obsessed with me.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yeah, you are”, Jungkook says and stuffs the shirt into his tight jeans.
“Even if I was, is that a problem?”
“Yeah, a little”, Jungkook says, closing the buttons of his jeans.
“Why?” you laugh as you ask the question.
“Because…” Jungkook closes the distance between you and him. He takes your face between his fingers and tilts your head up.
You moan softly, looking up at Jungkook with slight submission in your adoring eyes.
Jungkook traces your lips, “…it makes me wanna act up”, he rasps and kisses you.
You mewl, pulling him closer by a bundle of his red shirt. You arch your back, parting your lips so Jungkook could claim what will always be his’.
Jungkook, however, doesn’t deepen the kiss, breaking it with a gentle bite to your lower lip. It tingles.
“Kook…please…” you sigh, chasing him with an arch of your back and your thighs rubbing together.
“It’ll get late today. Try not to think of me too much”, Jungkook whispers and brushes his thumb over your parted lips. Seconds later he is gone, leaving you with nothing but stained sheets, ripped briefs and the memory of how it was to be buried in his willing ass.
"The Unholy offspring of Lightning and Death Itself"
I really really wanted to design my own human toothless. I drew a full body version of him and a piece of fanart of him and Hiccup about a year ago now? And needless to say (I hated it) my skills have significantly improved. So I did it again and now I'm going to use this as my canon design for him.
What do you think of him?
He was slightly inspired by @mahoganyrust's version of Human Toothless
Also in Modern AUs where Toothless isn't some every day pet I head canon that his name is Nátt - meaning night, Nītu meaning fury - not that his last name matters.
His name literally is Night Fury in Norwegian/Icelandic
Hi y'all, this blog is run by the four members of Death By Clowns! This is our place to post all our thoughts and inspirations, reblog art we find cool and memes we find funny, post links to our songs on YouTube and Bandlab (so give us a follow on there if you like what you see!), and cause chaos!
Our members: The Creature, The Thing, Pippin, and Honse
Now some things we have to get out of the way:
☆the death is caused by overenthusiastic silly clowns, not murderous scary clowns! scary clowns begon this is a place for the regular type to roam!
☆no ai is tolerated! we don't use ai and dni if you do!
☆our music is... ear explodingly bad! listen if you dare, and if you like what you hear, honk the nose to join us! our followers are our honorary band members! we suck, you suck, let's suck together! that sounded wrong!
Our tags for navigation: #our music (for. well. our music) #our art (for our art) #music hall (for other people's music we appreciate) #art corner (for other people's art we think is cool) #clown ramblings (for text posts by us) #by the creature (for posts credited to band member 1) #by the thing (for posts credited to band member 2) #by pippin (for posts credited to band member 3) #by honse (for posts credited to band member 4) #memes (for funny) #random (anything that doesn't fit the other catagories)
The Reality of My Art Space: A BJD Faceup Workstation Tour
It took me a long time to find the courage to show my BJD faceup workstation "Before and After" a session.
For a while, looking at the curated art corners on YouTube and Instagram made my own space feel like a toddler’s playground. It isn't fancy; it’s simple and straightforward. However, after visiting the studios of many talented artists here in Hamilton, I realized that most of us actually work at messy or modest stations. Seeing their real-life tables gave me the confidence to finally share mine with you.
When I’m in the zone, I love having everything right in front of me. The truth is, painting a BJD faceup doesn't require an expensive setup or high-end furniture. While it gets cluttered while I work, I always make a point to re-organize my corner after every session—mostly because a messy table stresses me out!
If you look closely at the photos, you’ll notice that I reuse a lot of containers, from old bubble tea cups to chocolate cases. As someone who loves Mother Earth, I aim to be as sustainable as possible. I find so much joy in repurposing items instead of being swayed by consumerism.
So, here it is: my real, functional, and eco-friendly BJD faceup workstation. It might not be "Instagram-perfect," but it’s where the magic happens!
Entering and exiting Disneyland (as well as later parks) guests are funneled through what Walt Disney envisioned as akin to the lobby of a movie theater, where posters attract moviegoers to current and upcoming features. The first posters were designed by graphic artist Bjorn Aronson, who used the silk-screen printing technique to create “large posters bright, colorful, and more importantly, attention grabbing.” 1
Aronson designed travel posters, “large, silk-screened graphics displayed at train depots, bus stations, and airports that could be read quickly and easily in a fast-paced society.” 1
Aronson’s large (54"x 36") posters are highly sought after, fetching large sums.
1 - Poster Art of the Disney Parks, Danny Handke and Vanessa Hunt (2012) is a wonderful resource
The Angel of the Lord declared unto Mary, and she conceived of the Holy Spirit.
The prayer is the Angelus, and it foretells the moment when Christ was immaculately conceived.
But the Angelus may have originally been a painting of a couple burying their child.
Millet was born into a successful but hardworking farming family.
This is why the paintings are so accurate; he literally worked on a farm and also why the faces are always shadowed or turned away; he may not fully remember them.
The other reason for the faces not being there was that Millet was intentionally linking earthly labour with spiritual purity. To labour in nature was, in its way, a form of prayer.
I would rather drown in your shadows than to swim in someone's else light
{Quote:Rita Dove, “Primer for the Nuclear Age”, Collected Poems 1974-2004 /Jenny Slate, Little Weirds / Albert Camus, The Possessed/Rita Dove, “Primer for the Nuclear Age”, Collected Poems 1974-2004/hishaam siddique/unknown/ Jennifer S. Cheng, from So We Must Meet Apart/fortesa latifi/ojibwa/puti era// paintings: pinterest}
