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Aiza Experiments: Sana Picrews.
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Hello, hello again people!! It's me, Aiza, once more bringing a post! This time, is more of a test post if you may call it... It's a Picrew Post!
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Those are my attempts of visualizing my friend @navis18 's Syndicate OC: Sana!! :3
She posted Sana's sheet yesterday and I couldn't help but try to visualize her for when I draw her in the "Wives of Jacob Frye" project I'm making. 🥹🤲🏽
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So there you have, Navi! I tried to make Sana as close as possible to your description of her, from her features to her color palette! 🙏🏽
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I also made those Picrews showing her outfits! Just so I can have an idea of how she dresses up and looks like, and of course, her wardrobe with many shades of pink! 🫶🏽🩷
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I sincerely hope you like this, my friend! Is not my drawing yet, but I wanted to make your girl more "tangible" somehow. 🥲
(PS: the Doll Maker didn't had Sana's body type, so I had to stick with the default skinny body 🤡
I'll fix it in her drawing tho)
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Picrews used:
https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/1855819
https://picrew.me/share?cd=Ft2Yeq4Jfe
https://www.dolldivine.com/gothic-heroine
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I’ve been in an OC mood lately~
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I love u frens who listen ❤️
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#avatar fanart#avatar oc#avatar#avatar the way of water#avatar frontiers of pandora#navi oc#art#artists on tumblr#illustration#procreate#digital art#commission open#character art#sketch#malotte00
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hello !! if you're seeing this again it's bc i've reuploaded it in order to make it a separate post <33 gonna start posting asks/reqs separately so i can tag the link in replies instead!!! tysm for reading!!!
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content warnings: detailed descriptions of insecurity surrounding weight & body image, internalised fatphobia, jungkook also gets insecure & a little toxic during an argument, jungkook is vulgar!!!!!! porn with a little bit of plot, jungkook is a munch, jungkook spanks yn a couple times, piv sex, descriptions of female anatomy, KOOBERRYFIELDS4EVER DISCOVERS A POSITION THAT IS NOT MISSIONARY!!!!!
MDNI !
He notices it in your face first, the way you’ve started to cover your chin in photos he takes of you, choosing to lean against your palm when you pose or asking him to take them from a higher angle. He chalked it up to new trends catching your fancy, never thought much of it. You look pretty, he’d compliment, and you would accept them with a sweet smile before deleting the majority of the photos he took. He had never even considered the fact that not once had you posted to your Instagram in over a month. He notices it next in your tummy, once on display with crop tops or low-rise jeans, now hidden away by baggy cargo pants, hoodies, and sweaters. He never minded. Yes, he misses being able to reach around your waist and stroke his fingers across your stomach, misses the easy access he had to your body and the intimacy of skin-to-skin contact that you’ve taken away from him. But, like his own, your style is always changing. Baggy clothes are in right now. It’s when you start to physically shy away from his touches, shrug off his hands and redirect his kisses that he senses something is really wrong. Sure, trends change, you’ll find new styles and your wardrobe will be endlessly rearranged. He’s sure you’ll find new poses for him to capture in a few weeks' time. Refusing his touch, though? No, never.
You love physical touch. Had said so yourself when Jungkook and you first started speaking, drilled it into his head that if this relationship was to go anywhere then he would have to get used to being your personal body pillow. He would joke that he hated it, would wrestle your hands away from him just to provoke a reaction from you, would sometimes place a pillow between the two of you in bed just to make you sulk so he could make it all better with a cuddle as an apology. Of course, he never really hated it – you were always warmth. Always comfort, ready to drop everything at a moment’s notice if he ever needed your touch. You’d card your hands through his hair when he was sad, scratch his scalp and kiss his head. He’d always search for you in cold beds and winter nights, and you’d always meet him with soft giggles and tangled limbs.
So why now, does it seem, that you no longer want him? Why is he met with a cold shoulder when he reaches for you at night? Why is the bathroom door always locked when you shower, when you used to gladly leave it wide open for him? Why do you refuse to eat meals with him, refuse his snacks, refuse to accompany him to the corner store when he wants something quick to eat? He paces the bedroom – ever the overthinker – and questions himself endlessly. The thought of losing you quite frankly makes him sick. He has to sit down, hang his head in his hands. Think. He doesn’t notice the front door opening and shutting, nor the gentle patter of your feet as you make your way through the apartment. Doesn’t hear you greet Bam in the living room with soft coos and gentle pets. He curses inwardly. His mouth is dry. He needs a drink.
When he opens the bedroom door, he’s met with you in a hoodie and leggings. He frowns, can’t help it, his head hurts and the way you immediately curl in on yourself doesn’t help. He sighs, brushing past you with a shake of his head and beelines to the kitchen. He can’t think properly, his mind is absolutely reeling. Feeling unbelievably nauseous, he downs a glass of water in an attempt to stave off the feeling of utter dread in his stomach threatening to release itself from his throat.
“Are you upset with me?” Comes your soft voice from behind him, and his head throbs. Why haven’t you wrapped your arms around his waist, yet? Why are you not massaging his shoulders, kissing his back? He turns to you, places the glass down on the counter beside him, meets your eyes. You look tired, sad even. Jungkook sighs.
“When were you planning on breaking up with me?” He asks abruptly, and you raise your eyebrows in genuine surprise, shaking your head in disbelief.
“What? Where did that even come from?” You fire back, feeling a certain anger rumble in your stomach at the accusation.
“You clearly don’t wanna be with me anymore, so when were you planning on ending it?” He’s surprised at his own combativeness; his hands are shaking when he crosses them against his chest. “Wanted to wait it out a bit? See if the feelings came back?”
“Jungkook, I literally have no idea what you’re talking about,” you deadpan, furrowing your eyebrows, “what did I do wrong?”
“There’s someone else, right?” He scoffs, and the look of utter horror on your face makes his stomach drop. What is wrong with him? The neurons in his brain are firing all the wrong ways, making him say all the wrong things and feel all the wrong emotions. He’s not angry, never was, never could be – never at you. He’s scared, terrified even.
“Fuck you.” You spit. Jungkook’s never heard such venom in your voice before. Your lip wobbles, a telltale sign of what’s next and he curses himself when a tear slides down your cheek. You dot it away with the sleeve of your hoodie quickly, trying to save face, but Jungkook’s already crowding your space and wrapping his arms around you.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He whispers into your hair, rubbing your back and pulling you close to his chest. His heart breaks when you push him away, but he refuses to let you go. “Please, I’m sorry,” he begs, his hand instinctively slipping under your hoodie for the contact he’s been craving so badly, “I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry.” I’m scared, he leaves out. He kisses your head, and you flinch when his fingers run over your waist.
“There’s nobody else, but…” You whisper, gently pushing his hand away from your waist. Jungkook stills, doesn’t mean to move his hand away but does anyway. Takes a step back, in fact. “But, I don’t look good. I’ve been stress eating, and my clothes don’t fit me right, and you barely touch me anymore, and-”
“What?” Is all he can muster, not sure if his face is reading as total disgust, anger, sadness. You’re not sure, either, it seems. You meet his eyes, you look disappointed. “No. Nope.” You gasp when he takes your hand, questioning him when he drags you down the hallway to your shared bedroom. He doesn’t answer when you call his name, doesn’t say a word as he makes you stand in front of your mirrored wardrobe and stands behind you. He’s not even sure himself what he’s doing.
“Jungkook, stop it...” You pout, turning your head to avoid looking at yourself in the mirror. This feels like some kind of sick torture technique, you never thought Jungkook could be this cruel.
“No, stop,” he orders, though quietly, his hand reaching around you to grasp your chin and turn your head back towards the mirror, “you don’t see what I see?”
“You’re not being nice.”
“What do you mean I don’t touch you anymore?” He avoids your accusation, has an end goal in mind now and will see it through or die trying. He keeps one hand on your chin, the other sliding over the fabric of your hoodie. He doesn’t want to push you too far but can’t help himself. He hears you sigh; watches the way your eyes avoid the mirror like the plague, like seeing yourself is that agonising. He sighs too. “You never want me to.” He adds on, hopes it’ll coax an answer from you, that maybe you’ll see his side of things.
“Because I don’t want you to feel how big I’ve gotten,” you say, frustration lacing your tone, finding his eyes in the mirror, “I don’t look as nice anymore.” You frown, unable to stop the tears as they slip down your cheeks. “The last time we had sex you wanted me to keep the covers on.”
He frowns too, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, leaning down to rest his chin on your shoulder. “You thought I didn’t want to see you? That’s what this is all about?” He releases your chin finally in favour of holding your waist with both of his hands, growing bolder and trailing his touch down to the hem of your hoodie. He sighs when you nod, never known you to be so fragile, so easily convinced. He sees the confliction on your face when his fingers slip under the fabric, wants nothing more than to kiss it away.
“I want you literally all of the time,” he continues, placing a kiss on your neck, grinning when you tilt your head away from him to give better access, “like all of the fucking time. Think about you when I’m at work, when I’m eating, when I’m gaming, I dunno.” He’s fishing for answers, groaning happily against the skin of your neck when, for the first time in weeks, you let him brush his fingers over the much beloved skin of your belly. He doesn’t like your silence, wishes desperately that you would say something, anything, but the look on your face tells him you’re untrusting of his words. Funny. Jungkook truly believes the sun shines out of your ass, but you can’t even believe he finds you beautiful.
“Think about you when I’m in the shower, when I’m brushing my teeth, when I’m doing anything. Wish you’d at least touch me, even if you don’t want me to touch you.” He groans, frustrated at himself for having interpreted all of the signs so wrong. That’s all he seems to be doing today. “You know how much I missed this? Missed running my hands over you, touching your skin, cuddling you? I wake up rock-hard most mornings, and you’re already out of bed, away from me. I never wanna push you too far, and you haven’t been in the mood. Would never push your boundaries.”
“Yeah, except now.” You whisper, and he chuckles. Maybe you’re being serious, he can’t tell, but he likes that you smile too. Likes the sound of your voice.
“Yeah. But it’s okay, right?” He grips your waist, lowering his lips to the sliver of skin he can reach with your hoodie on, the junction where your neck meets your shoulder. “You are the most gorgeous person I know; I thought you knew that. I genuinely couldn’t fathom you believing anything else. I’m so sorry,” he whispers into your skin, kissing back up to your pulse point and nosing your ear, “you’re perfect. Can I take this off? Please?” He practically whimpers, closing his eyes as he rests his forehead against your temple. He’s pathetic and hard, he knows you can feel it from behind you. Wants to press himself closer, but doesn’t want to push you.
Your hesitation is obvious, silence thickening the room. He doesn’t watch you now, wants you to see yourself, wants you to make the decision. His hands don’t roam. They sit firmly on your waist, an encouraging weight but nothing more. You think for what feels like forever before turning your face to him, resting your forehead against his own. His eyes open to find yours. They’re sad; his are pleading. He watches you nod so slowly, you’re still unsure but you know he wants this.
He really does. He can feel himself practically drooling when he turns back to the mirror, slipping his hands out from under your hoodie to grasp it. He takes his time, nudges you to look too as he lifts the fabric up over your stomach slowly. His eyes boring into your skin when your navel comes into view, then it’s the skin surrounding your stomach, your soft waist. Your bra finally comes into view, and Jungkook practically growls in your ear, decides to hold a brief intermission so that he can grab one of your tits and run his thumb over where your nipple should be. The fabric is too thick to tell, but you let out a hitched breath anyway and he smiles. He pulls away for only a second to slip the hoodie fully off of your torso, immediately finding your waist and pulling you back into him.
“Look at you, prettiest in the world,” he purrs, can’t help himself when he rolls his hips into the hollow of your back. His hands are gentle when they explore, fingers tiptoeing over your flesh and indenting it softly.
“I look big.” You offer back, part of you desperate to fish for Jungkook’s compliments. He frowns, spanking your hip to scold you before wrapping his arms around you to make a point.
“Wouldn’t be able to do this if you were as massive as you make yourself out to be,” he tuts, kissing the back of your head and resting his lips there, “think you’ll still look tiny sitting on my dick, too. Missed that cute little cunt of yours, pisses me off that you’ve been keeping it from me because of something so fucking trivial.” His voice is husky when he whispers the crude words into your ear, his grip on you becoming rougher but he can’t help it. It’s so infuriating that you would think Jungkook of all people could care about something like that. Makes him feel like a monster, like he’s somehow guilty of upholding this standard for you when realistically, you could look any which way and he would still love you.
He knows he can talk about his own body a bit too much, maybe conversations about his diet and workout routine made you think he was trying to convince you to be the same? Probably doesn’t help that he eats a lot of health foods during busy promotional periods and has a drawer full of supplements to keep his own weight in check. He never meant for any of that to reflect on you, though. You’re perfect in his eyes; with soft skin and ample curves, dimples in your lower back and freckles dotted across your body. He loves finding them, loves drawing the lines to connect them and kissing between the spaces. Loves when he fucks you from behind and his thumbs sit in those dimples like he imprinted them himself, makes him feel like you were truly made for him, like your body is moulded for him to touch, to kiss, to hold, to love.
He’s too busy in his own head to notice when you wrap your arms around your middle to hide yourself from him, how scared you look at the prospect of Jungkook seeing you as if he hasn’t already seen you a million times before. You elbow his hands out of the way and that catches his attention, makes him furrow his brows in annoyance. He slides his hands across your arms and catches your wrists, gripping them tightly before encouraging you to explore yourself the way he was just a second ago.
“I don’t get it.” He groans frustratedly into the back of your head, guiding your hands across your stomach, over your navel and over the skin of your lower abdomen. “Why don’t you see what I see? God, I’d give up everything to let you see yourself in my eyes. You’re like a fucking Messiah, my own little Aphrodite.”
“Aphrodite isn't a Messiah.” You respond quietly with that smartass tone of voice he loves, though slightly muted. He rolls his eyes and chuckles at your quick tongue, always itching to prove him wrong about something.
“Okay, and? The point is that I worship the fucking ground you walk, couldn’t picture a better death than in your arms...” He smirks, playing with the waistband of your leggings. “Maybe between your legs?” He laughs when you slap his forearm, but continues down the vulgar path he’s set himself on. “Would want my last breath to be with my tongue on that pretty pussy of yours, my last meal. You taste so good, always have. I know you love when I eat you out, too. Don’t you miss it?” He encourages, wants to hear you agree, wants to see the brick wall you’ve built up around yourself start to collapse. He’s kicking at the foundation as he speaks, finding the weakest spots and slotting the easiest bricks out at a time like Jenga. “You get so, so wet when I let you sit on my face. Think you know that I’d happily drown if it’s your snatch I’m drowning in. Don’t you want that, baby? Me to fuck you with my tongue?”
He reels when you respond with the softest “mhm” imaginable, gripping your hips like his life depends on it and pulling you back into his erection for some kind of relief. “Yeah?” He croaks, pushing your hair over your shoulder so he can start peppering kisses down your spine from behind. “I’ll do it, but you gotta do me a favour, m’kay?” Phase two of his master plan underway. He stands up straight, rubbing your hip gently and rests his chin on your shoulder to talk to you directly, wants to look you in the eye even if only through the mirror. You’re waiting for him to continue before you agree, leaning your head against his sweetly. “I want you to look at yourself the entire time. Not me, want you to face the mirror and see exactly what I see.”
You swallow nervously, scared to agree because that sounds like your worst nightmare. But Jungkook is so sweet, so kind and encouraging. Your eyes flutter shut when he turns his head into yours, kisses your neck gently, whispers how good he knows you can be for him against your skin. Your weakness has always been Jungkook’s gentleness. He lights fires in your gut and fans the flames with the softness of his voice, plants seeds and waters them with his delicacy. You find yourself agreeing, murmuring an “okay” and allowing Jungkook to guide you over to the bed. He’s preening, celebrating this victory by offering you a kiss on the lips as he encourages you to lie down with your head turned towards the mirror.
It’s different this way. You’re not so disgusted with yourself when you can see Jungkook in the mirror looking at you in awe. Your eyes remain on him, scanning over the broadness of his shoulders. He looks larger when he has clothes on, his t-shirt hiding away the lean frame you were once so used to. You suppose you’re still used to it, but the giddiness that bubbles in your stomach at his touch feels new. Your gaze lowers to his hands, you can see the flex of his shoulders through the fabric, how his fingers pry at the fabric of your leggings before slipping them down your legs and off your body, tossing them onto the floor carelessly. He turns his head to the mirror then, meeting your eyes with a stern face.
“Not me.” He instructs, and you begin to feel shy again. You haven’t sat with the reality of your body for so long. Against the sheets, you look frumpy. There’s a roll in your waist and a curve to your stomach now, it quite frankly makes you feel a bit sick. You’ve never been model thin, you don’t think that’d be possible with Jungkook’s feeding habits, but you’ve never been this big. Realistically, you aren’t even big. You don’t even see a problem with it on others, you know plenty of bigger people who you are even envious of. You just don’t think it looks right on you. Their bellies remain flat where yours curves above your navel, their hips are round where yours dip and flatten. Their skin is smooth and their boobs stay perky, you have cellulite and your nipples are starting to droop.
Your mind blanks when you feel Jungkook’s thumb press into your belly, using his free hand to pull off your panties and toss them onto the pile with your leggings. You don’t know how he does it, how he manages to draw you from the deepest crevices of your insecurities with his touch. You want to look at him so bad, but you don’t want to disappoint him. You want to be good. You keep your eyes on yourself, on the indent of his thumb in your abdomen, on the rise in your hips when he finally lowers his mouth to your pussy and the way your chest shakes with a hitched breath when he nudges your clit with his nose. You pull one leg back to plant your foot in the mattress, letting the other fall sideways to spread yourself open for him. He thanks you with a mumble of praise and wraps his lips around your clitoris to suck on it gently. You moan, it’s been so long since you let him touch you like this and you can feel yourself growing wetter against his tongue. He’s lying flat on his belly while he eats you out, burying his face between your legs and holding your hip. The thumb digging into your tummy is pressed deeper, like he thinks you’re going to push him away. You wouldn’t, couldn’t, so you lift your hips up into his face and whine for more.
As expected, he obliges. Dives in a little deeper and dips his tongue past your entrance, ensuring you don’t slip from his grasp. His other hand meets the fabric of your bra and you can feel the vibrations of his irritated growl in all the crevices of your pussy. It makes you whine, clenching around the muscle of his tongue as you rut into his face for more friction. He pushes at the cups haphazardly, desperate to release your boobs from their confines and play with them. You can’t control the way your eyes flutter shut, biting your lip when Jungkook’s fingers toy deftly with one of your tits, squeezing the flesh and rolling your nipple between his fingertips. You’re certain his eyes are shut too, but a sharp pinch to your breast has you letting out a surprised yelp and sitting up on your elbows to scold him. His eyes meet yours sternly, separating from your lower lips for a moment to tell you off.
“You’re really bad at following instructions.” He mumbles, coming off whinier than intended. You can’t help the giggle that leaves your throat at the sound of his voice; Jungkook has never been too good at being domineering. Never in all the time you’ve known the man has he ever truly intimidated you. He groans, feigning annoyance, but presses a kiss to your pubis before resting his forehead against your tummy. “Can you please just try?” He asks so quietly, and you swallow hard at the almost pathetic tone of voice he’s using to get you to obey. You hadn’t intended to be difficult, but you hadn’t really considered the anguish you would be in just from seeing yourself.
Watching Jungkook instead is like a Hail Mary, a saving grace between glances at your own body that bids your churning stomach time to settle at the sight. He’s so pretty, you’ve always thought this. Even now, resting against your belly with pleading eyes, Jungkook is the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen. You turn your head to the mirror again and see the hopefulness in his gaze when he lowers another kiss to your sensitive skin. His hair is a mess of black atop his head and your eyes follow the curve of his neck down to his t-shirt. You grumble quietly, vexed by the fact that he’s too covered for your liking, but continue your observation down his right arm anyway. You follow his tattoos down to his fingers and gasp when he moans into your folds and tightens his grip on your hip. You notice too, then, the way his hands fit so perfectly against you. It makes you smile. For the first time tonight, despite his tongue dipping back into your folds and his lips wrapping around your clit making you pant, you can’t take your eyes off of yourself.
You hook your leg over Jungkook’s shoulder, digging your heel into his lower back and rutting up into his mouth desperately. He chuckles into your heat and hooks his hand around your thigh to delve in deeper. He loves the sounds of your moans, music to his ears like a melody played staccato; your back arches off the bed but you keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror. He seems to be rewarding you now, pleased by your submission, and your mind short-circuits when his fingers join his mouth at your core. Your fingers tangle in his hair, encouraging him closer still – of course he heeds, dipping his middle finger into your hole and curling it. He doesn’t need much coercion to add another, your wetness and willingness is evident from a mile away, but Jungkook still groans in pure awe at the sight of you taking him.
Your moans devolve into a babble of his name as you draw closer to climax, clenching around him and shutting your eyes. He doesn’t punish you this time, accepts that you’ve done well enough for him, and instead watches your face as he sucks on your nub and strokes at your g-spot until you come hard around his fingers. When you finally open your eyes, your chest is heaving and Jungkook is holding up his wet digits like a trophy, bringing them to his lips to lick clean before journeying up your chest with determination.
“You saw, right? What I see?” He whispers, kissing up your happy trail slowly. You nod, but Jungkook isn’t watching – on purpose, you assume, to coax a verbal confirmation from you. His kisses travel further up, but he doesn’t ask again until he reaches your chest and presses a single kiss onto one of your nipples. “Can you tell me?”
“I saw how pretty you looked.” You respond, just to be a little difficult, but the way Jungkook deflates has you backtracking immediately. “We, I saw- I saw how pretty we looked.”
“But what about you?” He’s so genuine in his questioning, not spending as much time on your tits as he personally would’ve liked. He crawls up until he’s hovering directly over you, planting his hands on either side of your head.
“I looked good with you.” Is all you can muster up, but it seems to satisfy Jungkook as he lowers himself to meet your lips. The kiss is so slow, so gentle, and you can taste the subtle savouriness of yourself on his tongue when he guides it past your lips. Your hands wrap around the back of his neck like second nature, and he moves one of his own to your hip as the kiss grows more heated. He grunts into your mouth when he grinds himself against you, and the weight of his erection is dizzying. You swallow the noises he makes, holding him close to you and rutting your own hips into his movements.
“If I don’t fuck you in the next five minutes, I might die,” he murmurs, hand wandering across your hip and up to your waist, “no kidding. I’m too hard.” He adds when he hears you giggle, offering a final peck to his lips before pulling back a little.
“I’m right here, aren’t I?” You whisper sultrily, nuzzling your nose against his. He hums appreciatively, kissing down to your jaw with a grin. “You’re the one with all the clothes on.”
“Not how I want you, need you from behind.” He practically growls, and you swallow hard when he sits up to tug his shirt off and finally reveals what you’ve been craving so ravenously. You don’t hesitate in reaching forward to rub up and down his torso, trailing your fingers over the ridges of his pecs and abs with fascination. He chuckles and grabs your wrists, shaking his head as he stops your exploration. “I like this and all, but I need you on your stomach, like, yesterday.”
“That doesn’t feel fair, you had your fun,” you complain, scooting back on the bed while he sits on his knees above you, “and I don’t even get to touch?”
“Nope. Belly, now.” He commands, though his tone is far from domineering. He sounds desperate, and he looks it too. His body is flushed, his cheeks and shoulders tinted red as he gives your hip a spank and encourages you to turn over. You grumble a small protest but do so nonetheless, peering over your shoulder at him as you raise yourself to your hands and knees and dip your back. He tuts, placing a single hand on your ass and pushing you down until you’re flat against the mattress. He’s quick to shuck off his sweatpants and boxers, then reaches down to finally unclasp your bra. You sit up on your forearms to allow him to usher the straps off of your shoulders, leaving both of you naked on the bed.
“Eyes on the mirror, please.” He smiles down at you, reaching out for your ass cheek to give it a firm jiggle and a slap. You turn your head obediently, trained well by his consistent praise and repetitive instructions, and look at the way he positions himself over you from behind. He moves himself steadily between the small part in your legs, groaning when his tip brushes against your folds, rutting forward and sliding himself against the wetness coating your skin. You part your legs even further and reach back to take a hold of his length for him, preening at the way he drops his head and mewls. You’re desperate too at this point, so it doesn’t take long for you to guide his tip to your entrance and he’s even quicker to shove himself in.
You both moan, breaths shaking as he pushes deeper and deeper until he’s fully sheathed inside your heat. You continue to watch, endlessly awestruck by the sheer size of him compared to you – even despite your weight gain, Jungkook looks massive. When he pulls out, he’s glossy with your arousal, and when he thrusts back in you can almost feel him nudging against your tummy. Especially in this position, Jungkook feels impossibly deep. You groan when he grips your hips and you watch as his thumbs press into the dimples in your spine and he smirks, unknowingly to you because he’s been thinking about exactly this for weeks.
“I fit perfectly,” he growls, pulling you back onto his cock in order to reach deeper, “pussy was built for me, mm? You see?” You can feel the way his fingers stretch around your lower back to grip at your stomach while his thumbs stay firmly planted in those dimples, and it makes you shudder.
“Y-Yeah!” You moan, all you can do at this point is agree because he is so right. Not just your pussy, despite the fact that he fills you unimaginably well, but everything about the way your bodies interact with each other makes it obvious that you were made to be loved by him. Nobody else’s hands could fit so perfectly around you, could fill in your crevices and divots like plaster and make you feel so whole. You count your lucky stars for having Jungkook in your life to love you the way he does because you’re certain no-one else could. Even now, between sweaty skin and lewd noises, Jungkook stares down at you like he’s seen God; his lip trembles between his teeth and when he spots you looking up at him he grins and pins himself against your back. His hands leave your hips to wrap around your belly from underneath, holding your back tightly against his chest as his thrusts slow to an intimate roll.
“I love you, I love you,” he babbles into the back of your neck, breathing in the scent of your hair and whimpering at the underlying notes of sweat, “I love you so much, never hide from me again.”
“Sorry. I love you.” You whisper back, breath hitching as you try to hold back your tears. This is all so intimate, it hurts. Jungkook is moving inside you like he could die tomorrow, making a home in your pussy and carving his initials into your cervix. He kisses the back of your neck breathes heavily against the shell of your ear, one of his hands trailing up to cup your tit and play with it gently.
“Gonna cum.” His hips are already picking up their pace, barely withdrawing himself from your heat in favour of grinding against your inner walls and cervix delicately. You turn your head to him and reach back to stroke his hair as encouragement, your own orgasm nearing as you feel yourself tightening around him. He nods, the silent agreement between you is enough for him to fuck you through both of your climaxes as he spills his cum into your heat and buries himself to the hilt when your walls begin to pulse around him. The noise that leaves his mouth is genuinely pathetic, but neither of you care in your post-orgasm bliss. He keeps his chest pressed tightly against your back, rolling slightly onto his side to spoon you instead of laying directly on top.
You can only handle a few minutes of cuddling like this until it all feels a bit too uncomfortable. Even Jungkook agrees, separating himself from you and leaving the bedroom in search of a wet cloth before returning with a bright smile. He’s silent as he cleans you, gentle when he wipes over your back, and then turns you to face him so he can clean between your legs and rid you of the sweat beading on your chest. He throws the cloth on the floor to meet your piles of clothes and clambers next to you in bed to cuddle you.
“Hi.” You offer him a smile and he returns an even bigger one, kissing your mouth.
“Mm, hi. Missed you.” He mumbles against your lips, gripping your ass cheek and separating from you to nuzzle your neck as he pulls you closer. “Don’t ever do that to me again, that was torture.”
“I’m sorry, I got in my head.”
“Me too. But you see it now, don’t you? How beautiful you are?”
“I do.” You wrap your own arms around him, giggling when he kisses your neck playfully before splaying himself out against your chest, holding you as close as he can.
a/n . . . 🗒️ hello !!!!!! second long post to here… i love asks and i love requests and i love making your ideas come to life in my head 🤍 this was incredibly fun & challenging to write and i’m happy to finally share with you guys !!!! your support means the world to me & i love hearing from you even if it’s criticism so please shoot me whatever you wish !!!
#koob navi#koob asks#everything i write about jungkook is me trying to be as accurate to his personality as i can be#jungkook#jungkook x reader#jungkook angst#jungkook hard hours#jungkook hard thoughts#jungkook x yn#jungkook x oc#jungkook x you#jungkook smut#jungkook fanfic#bts#bts smut#bts angst#bts hard thoughts#bts hard hours#bts fanfic#bts fanfiction#bts jungkook#bts jungkook x reader#bts jungkook x yn
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They are fully clothed!!
Tsu'Tey and Ayluna kissing 👀💜 they are so in love and passionate! 😌
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⚠️ wip 🏗️
I haven't draw her for a while 🥹
Draw anatomy is so🤬😍🧎♀️
OC by me
#procreate#digitalart#na’vi avatar#navi avatar#avatar pandora#avatar jake sully#avatar oc#avatar game#avatar#avatar the way of water#avatar frontiers of pandora#avatar fop#navi oc#navi art#anatomy#artists on tumblr#neteyam#neytiri#kiri avatar#own character#anatomy practice#furry art#digitalillustration#cute aesthetic#solek frontiers of pandora#pandora#frontiers of pandora#avatar fanart#james cameron avatar#drawing
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talia and navy ponies...
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Tulìpey in their mother's tribe clothing 🏜
#illustration#art#my art#drawing#digital art#avatar the way of water#navi oc#na'vi art#na'vi oc#na'vi avatar#avatar oc#james cameron avatar#avatar 2009#original character
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Costume designs plague me..
#they're meant to be a captain in Caviar's Navy#ambrosia cookie#my art#cookie run kingdom#cookie run#cookie run oc#cookie run original character#crk#crk oc
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sevenite sketchbook veteran theo makes his humble return to the public eye
#illustration#digital art#oc art#artists on tumblr#sev ocs#my art#he’s been through so much you don’t even know#black and highlighter yellow hair with highlighter pink eyes.#to awful copic marker grey pixie cut. eyes Still pink#to normal warm brown beach wave bob and lovely gold and brown eyes#to black/red/yellow hair and black eyes ?#to this#he is a chameleon. ever changing and growing.#once a 24 year old kind hearted doormat twink#now a 32 year old still a little kind hearted but no bullshit twink and sephora manager#and he runs that shit like it’s the navy#(but he’s not a hard ass)#sorry to blab about him like this i just love him
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Womp womp (drops OC art and leaves)
She’s silly trust me guys (she is wanted in 843842069143 towns for arson and shoplifting)
Someone explode her rn.
#my art#oc art#navis art#navis ocs#Joyce (oc)#erm…. I’m normal about her….. pls…..#dms or send ask if you want to know more about her I deffo aren’t obsessed w my own OCs HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA <- liar
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Me(at)
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Making up names for characters is my kryptonite
#avatar oc#avatar#avatar the way of water#avatar frontiers of pandora#navi oc#avatar commissions#art#illustration#procreate#artists on tumblr#digital art#commission open#character art#sketch#malotte00
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hehe😏😏 what did i say😏😏 finally posting this after more than half a year of abandoning the idea!!!!!!!! as a long time jungkooker i have observed his mannerisms for a while and i think my delusions will guide me down the right path <333 please let me know ur thoughts and as always my asks/requests are very much open to both hard and soft thoughts!!!!!! 🥺
content warnings : nsfw below the cut, handjobs, jerking off, mentions of oral, mentions of cumming inside, unprotected sex, protected sex, boobs, yadda yadda its the nsfw alphabet what do u expect😒
MDNI !
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
the sweetest <3333
cannot imagine jungkook being anything but attentive and romantic when he tends to u after sex
also cant see him as too dominant or rough during sex so aftercare is probably just kisses cuddles and pillow talk
maybe some boob groping because he cannot help himself
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
do i even need to say it
boobs, boobies, tits, honkers, knockers, breasts etc
LOVES UR TITS. like i do not care what anybody says jungkook is a titty lover, a boobie connoisseur
likes to just hold them because he is gentle and lovely and ur boobs are his home
wants them in his mouth almost all of the time
favourite part of him is probs his arms
very proud of his muscles and very very attracted to the way u seem addicted to them
loves when u dig ur nails into them when he fucks u
also loves when u get overwhelmed with cuteness aggression and feel the need to bite him and gnaw on his arm like a teething toy
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
clean boy
i dont think hes all too feral about doing it inside but if ur fucking raw then inside is the cleanest option for him
first man on earth to… prefer a condom?
of course fucking u raw is his absolute pleasure but he likes the quick and easy cleanup a condom provides
on the off chance jungkook likes to get messy :) if hes in that mood expect cum on ur face, tits or on ur pussy
not an absolutely rare occurrence just not entirely common
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
did u guys expect me to say anything but panty lover
likes them all but especially cute cotton ones that are well loved <3
ones with a little bow and a subtle lace trim
maybe the pattern is somewhat childish but that makes them all the more endearing to him
if he sees u wearing them TRUST he will be in a messy mood. he cant help himself
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
pains me to admit but jungkook gets bitches😥😥
maybe not drowning in pussy, we’ve all seen the singular neck pillow on his bed
just cannot imagine a world where jungkook looks the way he looks and doesnt fuck?????? that is a world i quite frankly dont want to live in if so.
been in the industry long enough to know how to get around dispatch rumours, also hybe/bh paying off major drama media companies lolol
i think hes had enough sex to know what he likes but jungkook is a romantic at heart and i truly believe if he found The One we would know about it
so i think theres some things unexplored bc theyre things he wants to experience with the love of his life<333
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
missionary
DONT YAWN.
just likes seeing ur face and also likes to display his strength and hold ur hips up so he can fuck u deeper
also likes that he can see when u grip onto his arms and if he really wants to he can duck his head down and bury his face in ur tits
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
yeah jk gets goofy asf
cannot imagine serious sex with him really i think hes immune to being serious ever
even if it gets a little more serious at some point there will always be a joke or a giggle inserted somewhere between
he cannot help himself sorry.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
jungkook my lovely clean boy <33
not completely razor shaven but trims regularly and keeps it neat
not a fan of stray pubes and whatnot. thinks its unhygienic
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
despite his goofy silly boy nature i think jungkook is incredibly intimate
likes to be slow and likes drawn out foreplay
this is jungkook we’re talking about……. lover of romance and soulmates and close bonds
needs to be practically combined with u when u fuck, never feels like he gets deep enough
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
dont think hes a big fan of jerking it honestly
at least not alone
loves a bit of mutual masturbation i reckon so if he does need to wank best believe he’s either calling u or texting u
its always better when hes right there with u tho, with u straddling his lap while he strokes himself and watches u get off on his thigh
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
hehe praise
for u or for him. doesnt matter
will get into this in a sec but jk dabbles in submission so expect whimpers and moans when u tell him what a good boy he is and goad him on when hes following instructions well
loves whispering how pretty u are and reminding u how much he loves u and loves ur body and thinks ur the most gorgeous person in the world
atp its just him. like i dont think he could stop himself i think he gets off on praising u
lazy sub when he does sub for u :)
less about being in the mood to sub and more about not being in the mood to do anything else
wants u to do the work and likes if u get a little mean about it
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
the couch lol
jungkook is one of those people thats just very passionate and when hes horny it needs to happen there and then
so i just cant picture u making it to his bed fast enough for his liking
his couch is big enough anyway
but make no mistake…….. morning sex
therefore beds!!!!!!!! loves fucking u in the morning because it feels so domestic and intimate and lovely and therefore loves fucking u in his bed
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
not much
libra venus lol
but its usually just from his need to be close to u and whats closer than being literally inside of u
just a lovely boy …. :( would probs get so hard just seeing u look pretty on the couch next to him while u watch tv
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
degradation probably
not a fan of being mean to u outside of a little teasing
none of that “slut”, “bitch”, “whore” business
id also say hitting but i think jungkook could get into a bit of that if the circumstances are right
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
i think he prefers receiving but isnt against eating u out
doesnt even like getting head much himself
prefers a handjob the same way he would prefer to finger u
dont think hes bad at it tho. knows the basics and primarily uses it as foreplay so orgasm is not always necessary
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
both?
depends on his mood and the circumstances in which he is fucking u
mostly slow and sensual though, maybe a mix between if he’s close
hehehe…….. probs doesnt even pull out too far when he fucks u, just wants to stay buried in u so he prefers rolling his hips slowly and grinding into u
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
not opposed to them but not his favourite
prefers when foreplay lasts forever to the point that ur both basically about to cum
but quickies are sometimes unavoidable :/
will make up for it later :)
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
i dont think so …… i dont think hes a scaredy cat but hes very cautious of things that may hurt u or that may cause harm
like probably not a very public lover aside from basic pda (he has to show u off????)
would cover ur mouth to keep u quiet when he lived in the dorms
i think hed be too embarrassed if he got caught fucking, hes cute not arrogant
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
i think jungkook can go for a while and i think he can hold out for longer than most
enjoys taking his time with u and that of course would not work if he was desperate to cum five minutes in
i also think … he … .. perh aps…,.., enjoys being overstimulated…,,??
so cumming more than once :) is fun :)
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
ermmm probably not?
likes the real thing and doesnt like the noises
would maybe invest in a hitachi for u but cant think of anything he would use on himself
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
not very unfair, likes to give in to u cos it shows u want him that bad and thats what gets him going
however
if jungkooks feeling submissive then yes please tease him
be mean and make him beg
and even still dont give in :)
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
moaner
like come on ? its jungkook we’re talking about
if he didnt moan id be seriously worried .
not necessarily loud, but u can definitely hear him from outside the door
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
can imagine him getting home after a long day and hes been thinking about u but cannot be bothered to move from the couch
and u look so pretty beside him so (because hes a baby) he reaches out to touch ur thigh and whines a little
maybe even pouts because hes such a massive tease
and who are u to deny him ? when he looks so pretty and u know he just wants u to look after him
and so u climb into his lap and straddle him…… and his hands roam over your hips and ass absentmindedly
and when ur kissing ur hand trails lower and lower until ur palming him over the fabric of his sweats and building him up until hes rock hard
whispering that he has to be a good boy for u or else he wont get rewarded, and obviously he nods because he loves being ur good boy
but his hands wander a bit too much for ur liking and so u bite his lower lip and spank his hip gently before sneaking ur hand past the waistband of his sweats and underwear to grip his length
and of course hes dripping, how wouldnt he be ??
so u indulge him and spread his precum down his cock before stroking him slowly, nudging his clothes down to get a better look
and hes so fucked out that his head tips backwards, his wandering hands gripping your hips firmly
and despite the mess, hes delicate when he cums, spilling over his shirt and moaning softly, thanking u with sweet murmurs and a gentle hand rubbing ur thigh
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
self-identified horse cock
just kidding but i think hes a little bigger than average
probs more on the girth side than anything else
i dont think its anything extreme, i think its enough for u to notice but nothing that will carve out ur insides
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
i think sex is an expression of his love language a little so i think he has a higher sex drive
but not in a horny ggrrrr ooga booga woof woof way but in a please can i just be inside u forever and make a home within ur walls way
will probs want sex more often than ur average guy but its never pressure its more just like a natural progression of cuddling and being around him
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
probably not gonna fall asleep for a while after
if hes subbing then maybe sooner than any other times u have sex
but mostly when its over he will stay up to shower and eat and maybe play some games before he falls asleep
#koob navi#koob thoughts#jungkook smut#jungkook fluff#jungkook fanfic#jungkook x reader#reader x jungkook#jungkook x you#jungkook x yn#jungkook x oc#jungkook hard thoughts#jungkook hard hours#jungkook soft hours#jungkook soft thoughts#jungkook#yn x jungkook#bts hard hours#bts hard thoughts
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"I was so afraid I lost you, I will never let go of you again" Ean'tu
He is so madly in love with that woman, he would kill for her and he is a pacifist. He would let the whole world burn for her. 🥺💜
Ana left everything behind for him, became a new version of herself and even rebirthed for him to be with him! No one can come between their love 💜
(own Characters Ana and Ean'tu 🥰)
#na'vi#avatar 2009#na'vi oc#avatar the way of water#avatar oc#avatar pandora#digital art#omatikaya#james cameron avatar#na'vi x human#avatar fanfiction#size difference#navi oc#atwow
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