im not worthy


Dear white people,

Here’s a little tip. When you ask someone who looks ethnically different, “What are you?” the answer is usually, “A person about to slap the shit out of you.”

The wonderful and amazingly talented @careamorran completed this commission for me. She’s amazing, Jason and Roy are amazing.

I commissioned this for my fic I’m the fox you’ve been looking for which I should totally finish


curiosity killed the cat | cktc | 2

genre | badboy au, gang au.
summary | she doesn’t know him but the hazard growing around him like a freshly watered bush was definitely something she noticed about jeon jeongguk.
warnings | mention of drugs.
word count | 5717.

The slick material of the leather jacket dared to get wet by your sweating hands as you waited for the door to be opened; your cheeks painted in a rose tone again when you thought of how many days you were behind on returning the jacket. But it wasn’t entirely your fault - you have never expected the jacket to smell as good as it did and it was hard separating yourself from the very odorous material, even though it wasn’t yours and the action of pressing your nose against alien fabric was strange, weird even.

But the scent was fading now and you truly felt like a hypocrite because you only returned the jacket to its rightful owner when it lost its scent - you weren’t surprised at all; you might have been feeling bashful but you didn’t expect different from your naturally curious and intrusive behaviour.

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Oh, shameless, shameless girl. You are so bad, making him crave you with such a heinous intensity.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Domestic!Au / Smut / Fluff (I guess?) / Drabble 

Rated M for mentions of mature themes

Word count: 815

Author’s note: when life’s a mess and I can’t write shit, smutty drabbles for the maknae are the only way to make my mood a bit better. Enjoy, I love you all <3


“On your stomach, love,” is quietly whispered, words dripping with need from Jeon’s lips despite the faint, timid blush still warming his cheeks. At that, a curled smile blooms on your face – oh, the way his skin grows hotter, redder under your glance so wonderfully makes your fingers twitch with anticipation; and thus you can only oblige, leaving a small peck under his jaw before turning on your stomach over the mattress. You fold your arms under the pillow, resting your tilted head above it, and just for a moment you watch him watching you with hazed eyes, bitten lips, messy hair. Cheeks flushed, but skin aching for more of his love – of his sin, of his lust.

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originally I just wanted to draw blush drinking a soda as fan art because I love this blog, but then I started wondering: when Blush drinks soda with a tiny cutiefly-sized straw, as you do, does she use her proboscis to drink, or does she have tiny lips that work with a straw? or are there no tiny cutiefly-sized straws out there?