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bloomzone · 1 month ago

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Okay, so I just recognized some mistakes I’ve been doing lately literally just saved myself from repeating them again. And honestly, I noticed a lot of other students are making these same mistakes too. So here’s Part 2 of my “Study Mistakes I Did But Saved Myself Before It Was Too Late.” If you relate to any of these, take it as your sign to stop before it’s too late.

part 1

lesson 1 : the “failure” mindset.

Right now, I’m literally in this crazy state. Like the failure mode. It's insane , I do a million past papers, then I tell myself, “Yes, you did well today.” But I wake up the next day with the same mindset: No, girl, you need to do more. Like, what if all those questions don’t show up on the exam?Yes, stress can help it drives you sometimes. For me, it worked most of the time. That fear of failure push me to study harder. But don’t let failure control you. I really wish I could change my mindset, especially before big exams or finals.We always think, what if I fail instead of what if I succeed? So please, try not to stress too much. Even small efforts count. Stay motivated. I know discipline is important, but we’re human. Especially high school students there’s pressure from everywhere. Everyone expects something from you.So try to motivate yourself. Make your breakfast in the morning. Watch something motivational when you wake up. It will remind you why you're doing this.You’re a student. You need to succeed. But sometimes we lose that passion . So keep some backup motivation ready. Think: What if I succeed? Always and Study hard. Do everything you can so you can feel good and proud about urself later.

lesson 2 : using AI for essays.

Please, please, please stop using AI if you’re still doing it especially for essays idk about u use ai or not it's ur life idc but if u are a STUDENT hear me out If your exams are still a bit far and you’re using AI to do your homework, especially your essays, stop now.I swear, some classmates of mine used AI the whole year. Especially for French essays. I know not everyone is great at French even if it’s our mother tongue , some people treat it like a second language tooThere’s this one girl in my class she used ChatGPT for every single argumentative essay. And our teacher praised her: “Oh my god, I love your writing!” and gave her plus points. I got mad. Like… I wrote my essay 100% by hand, all real. And then the teacher accused ME of using AI? I was like Girl wtf 💀💀💀 this is 100% mine.And in the actual exam, that girl got 13/20 and i I got 19/20 and then the teacher believes me after •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀.f you use AI all year, you’ll look so stupid in the exam. So please, even if you need help, don’t rely on AI. Just read articles, watch videos on YouTube, act like AI doesn’t exist.Read more, watch teachers online, documentary anything that helps you build real knowledge and vocabulary. You’ll get better and your essays will show it.

lesson 3 : Not organizing your notes.

This one is real. Please don’t do what I did: I lost every single note from first semester. I still don’t know where I put them.So if you’re someone who writes by hand, please always keep a folder next to you. As soon as you finish a paper, put it in the folder. Keep your folders in a place where no one touches them.The only thing that saved me I take pictures of my notes. So please, every time you write something important and feel like you might lose it take a photo. Just in case.

lesson 4 : Not sleeping early.

I’ve been doing this mistake recently, during prep week when we’re home from school. The stress is too much. Not because I can’t sleep I actually fall asleep in minutes. The problem is I don’t sleep early. I have no fixed schedule.If you study in the morning, you need to sleep early. I wake up around 5 or 6 a.m., but I sleep at midnight. That’s just 4–5 hours of sleep. And it’s not enough. I get headaches. I burn out.Today, for example, I woke up at 6 after sleeping at midnight. I had the worst headache. I made coffee but didn’t even drink it.Also, if you get headaches easily, be careful with coffee. Drink water first. Move around a bit before having it.So then I tried studying but couldn’t. I opened a YouTube video to study, but I couldn’t focus. I ended up lying down, playing the video on my phone, and falling asleep again with the teacher’s voice still playing I felt like a loser fr it made me so sad. So please, if you work best in the morning, be in bed at LEAAAST by 10 p.m.And if you’re a night owl and study until 2–3 a.m., please sleep long enough after that. Your brain needs it.Just be organize your sleep schedule. Everyone has their best time to focus just build your routine around it. The time will pass anyway, so spend it right.

stay healthy everyone 💭

@bloomzone

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ihatedtoadmit · 10 months ago

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Art study

pairing: Bang Chan x gn! reader

genre: ...suggestive

warnings: nothing actually happens, so none besides teasing

word count: ~1.3k

summary: You're doing an art study on muscles, and who's a better candidate for reference than your wonderful boyfriend who keeps feeding his delulu fanbase with half-naked pictures?

a/n: Well well well, Nat, you don't have to pay to see me write something like this after all (if you will ever see this, because no chance am I tagging you or anyone, dear). Here, have fun, this is the most spice anyone can get out of my asexual ass.

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You were a very reserved person, something your partner knew all too well. Every touch the two of you shared throughout the entirety of your relationship had no heat behind it, each one only fueled by pure adoration and love. Never once did a kiss turn hungry, hell, there had barely been any kisses the two of you had shared due to your lack of need for the action. Chan knew it all too well, and while he craved more, he also respected it. The last thing he wanted to do was to make you uncomfortable, and so he’d never stepped over that line.

That was the exact reason for his current shyness, the confusion that wanted to sit onto his face hard to mask. There he stood in your doorway, the desk before your hunched form cluttered with pencils and little crumbs of dirty erasers. You were entirely too focused on the task at hand to notice your boyfriend's presence, the song that flowed through your headphones much too loud to hear any footsteps or even words. And so you continued drawing, clueless about anything as your lover watched you work, eyes flitting between your sketch and the endless reference pictures on your screen.

Pictures about him, his back fully on display and unclothed.

A touch broke you out of your concentration as you erased a line for the fourth time, scaring you into throwing away the pencil in your clutches just so you could tear the headphones off your head.

“Interesting art you have there, love.” - Chan mused, yet his skin was as flushed as ever.

You joined him as you could feel your own skin heating up, ashamed that you’d been caught like this. Eyes looked at everything besides your boyfriend, yet you found comfort in that warm touch of his.

“I was just… doing a study, on muscles.” - the words were but a mere whisper, hand quickly reaching to minimise your browser and just hide it from a certain pair of prying eyes.

Still, there was a feeling clawing at the cage of your soul, ripping at the flesh to be let out and rampage freely. It was feral and vicious, planting a thought into your head that seemed impossible to get out, no matter how alien it felt. You could feel your breath hitch at the image that popped into your head, memories of the images you had been staring at for a while now overlapping.

The hand on your shoulder gently squeezed, breaking you out of your derailing thoughts.

“I don't mind, baby, it just… caught me off guard? Glad you enjoyed my performances though.” - Chan’s voice was light, mixing well with the shyness he was trying to hide.

It only urged that fierceness inside to break free, granting you a surge of confidence you would have never had otherwise.

Without any words you finally glanced up at the man you loved, finding him utterly handsome; you would hone your artistic skills for the rest of your life just to capture a fragment of that beauty. His skin was dusted with a faint red, ears painted by the deepest of shades. Those eyes you loved to get lost in were alight with an emotion you had seen them only hold whenever he looked at the boys, and it took your breath away within a heartbeat.

Your body moved on its own, towering over him as you now stood. His hair was still slightly wet from the shower he must have just taken, and you just knew he had been originally on his way to his room to swap his bathrobe for those comfy, black clothes he loved to don in his free time.

He searched your gaze, unsure, yet trusting. His hands comfortably placed themselves onto your hips; their touch was warm, the man before you always running hot. It was something you loved as he balanced out your always cold hands wonderfully, reaching the perfect temperature you both enjoyed.

“Hey, love. How was work today?” - you asked, leaning closer than usual as you swiped those dark curls out of Chan’s face. He leaned into your touch, eyes closing for a second as he thought about his answer.

“The usual, although Hyunjin managed to piss off Minho again. It was a shoe this time that was the weapon, by the way.” - there was an airiness of joy to his words, yet no laugh accompanied it.

No, Chan was entirely too enamoured with the look you were giving him, as if you were worshipping him with your eyes alone. And maybe you were. With each look you studied the way your lover's skin moved, the shadows conforming accordingly. It lured you in, as if Chan was the siren and you were his prey, fated to be drowned in the vast oceans and seas.

He didn't move as you took him all in, hands eventually unable to keep themselves away. Your fingers were cold against the warmth of his fair skin, and you could hear his breath hitch, the muscles inside his neck moving beautifully.

There was something different in your touch, that much he knew, yet he wouldn't have it any other way.

As if you had never seen anything like it before, your hands glided over any free expanse of skin you could reach, memorising how the muscles hidden beneath curved and jumped at your touch. Never once did your eyes stray, wanting to remember every little detail. You wanted your art to be perfect, after all, to represent the real thing as closely as possible and that meant every little detail in their complete glory.

Your eyebrows furrowed as the white robe blocked you off, and so you slightly slid it off from one of Chan's shoulders. His hold on you tightened and you glanced at him briefly, seeing an intensity burning in those dark eyes, one you had never seen before.

You were playing with fire, and you could feel the heat of the danger.

Despite the clear wanting signs, you ignored them much like Icarus, hands now gliding down your lover's arm. Each touch held meaning, praising him in silence, singing odes about this man’s beauty. There was something so intriguing about watching the muscles connect to skin and bone, oh so perfectly toned and reacting to every touch of yours.

You stepped even closer, breaths mingling together as you reached into his robe, mapping out the vast skin of your partner's back. Every dip, every rise and imperfection was noted inside your head, the scorching star in Chan's eyes only growing in intensity as time passed. Your eyes flitted between those deadly stars and his neck, seeing it strain, muscles so tight that they jumped out of the skin in that lovely V-shape you could never grow bored of.

Then, as if something snapped, he gripped your waist with incredible force, not giving you a chance to escape. Despite that, no fear took residence inside you, your now warm fingers still laid peacefully on his shoulders.

“And what do I owe this extremely special moment to, baby?” - his words were a deep rumble, eyes begging for an answer with desperation.

“For being the most beautiful human to grace this planet, my wonderful love. Be my muse, please. Let me draw you, let me study you.” - you answered, one hand now cupping Chan's cheek tenderly, despite the uniquely heated situation.

As if that was the magic word to undo his binding, your lover moved, hauling your taller form easily onto the bed with him. There you were now, sat on his lap as he looked up at you expectantly, the intensity and love never diminishing in those bright eyes of his. Your sketchbook was still sitting beside you on the bed where you had originally thrown it at, hands itching to take it and immortalise what you had engraved into your mind in the past few minutes.

“I'll be your muse whenever, baby. All you needed to do was ask.”

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streamafterlaughter · 2 months ago

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Fundamental Differing

Chapter XXVI: So Soft, You Make Me Hard

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summary: it finally starts to feel like a vacation

tags: SMUT minors DO NOT INTERACT! unprotected p in v, vulgar language, adult content, slight angst, mostly fluff, weed and cigarette usage.

a/n: hey........ remember this one? lol. hope y'all still have a little interest bc it's ALMOST OVER! just a few more chapters to go of the Fundamental Differing universe, such as bittersweet feeling. Hope you enjoy!

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-- Your POV

It had barely taken a week for the tabloids to run the story: Rockstars can be Softies Too! Corroded Coffin frontman spotted snuggling up to Death Dance Approximately vocalist. Sources close to the star say they’ve been close since the beginning of their joint tour.

You snort as you toss the Newsweek paper on your kitchen table for Eddie to see. The picture, of course, was staged by you and Eddie: Him in Ozzy-esque sunglasses, hair tied back, in regular clothing wrapped around you, an iced coffee in his free hand. You’re in jeans and Corroded Coffin t-shirt, snuggled into Eddie’s embrace as you sip on your own drink, a toothy smile on your face. You’d called Ralphie, a paparazzo in Boston that you’d grown close to, to break the story. He was more than happy to do it, knowing these photos would likely pay his rent for the foreseeable future.

“Think they’ll buy it?” Eddie muses, sipping his coffee.

“What’s to buy? It’s true. Maybe a bit exaggerated, but that’s just Hollywood.” You shrug, flipping the pancake on the griddle. “Chocolate chips?”

Eddie nods, rising from his seat to wrap his arms around your waist. “I need this tour to be over. I prefer waking up in a stationary bed.”

“Mmm,” You make a sound of agreement, resting your head on his as comfortably as you can without leaving the stove. “Only a couple more weeks and we’re home free.”

“Where is home, exactly?”

You don’t miss a beat. “Wherever, as long as it’s with you.”

He snorts. “Such a sap.”

“Huh, wonder who made me this way.” You giggle, poking his cheek. “You think we can put this whole thing to bed now?” You study the magazine article, rolling your eyes at their word choice: scruffy, angsty, disheveled.

“Maybe, but there’s something else I wanna put to bed instead.” He waggles his eyebrows at you. Pretending not to squirm at his flirting, you rise from your seat at the table, clearing his empty plate and your own.

“Though I am absolutely picking up what you’re putting down, I have shit to do today.”

He pouts, batting his big, brown eyes at you. “What could possibly be more important?”

–

“This fuckin’ sucks.” Eddie kicks the gravel from the sidewalk outside the mechanic. “I didn’t even know you still had a car.”

You shrug. “I like to keep my life outside of being a rockstar pretty normal. Unfortunately that includes taking my dad’s car in for routine maintenance.”

“I coulda taken a look for him, yknow?”

“Psh, right. Ask the rockstar to change the oil in my dad’s camaro.” “My life is not too glamorous to do my favorite person a favor.” There’s no humor in his tone, he genuinely wouldn’t mind getting his hands dirty for you.

“While I appreciate that, my dad would never let anyone besides Theo and himself touch that thing. You know how many times I begged him to let me take it out?”

Eddie snorts. “I remember. And the one time he finally let you, it came back with the tiniest scratch and he’d grounded you for a month.”

“Theo was the one to fix it, and the one to talk him out of a harsher punishment.”

“And despite already being eighteen, you didn’t go out at all that entire month.”

You frown, because he’s right. “God, I’m such a fake punk!”

“Yeah. Total poser.” He shoves your shoulder playfully.

“Well, she’s all set, kid.” Theo strolls up to where you and Eddie are talking, wiping his hands on a stained rag.

“Thanks, Theo.” You fork a handful of cash in his direction.

“No biggie. Anything for the biggest Boston rockstah I know. And I know a few, ya know, Steven Tyla…” He definitely doesn’t know Steven Tyler, but you’d seen him at a couple parties.

“Yeah, for sure.”

“Before ya go, though. Would yas mind signin’ somethin’ for my kids? They’a huge fans. Daughta can’t get enough o’ya.”

“‘Course, sir!” Eddie beams at the recognition, and your heart skips. He really is still living a dream. You nod in agreement, and Theo pulls out a receipt book that he hands you, along with the pen behind his ear. You sign the top corner,

Thanks for listening, hope to see ya at the gig! and scribble your signature before passing it to Eddie. You peek over his shoulder and watch him scribble,

Keep rock n roll alive! and his big, blocky EDDIE. “How old are your kids?” Eddie looks up, meeting Theo’s eyes.

“Eighteen and twenty.”

“Do they wanna come see us? We have a show here in about a month.”

“Seriously?” Theo’s eyes light up, and you can't help but be awed by Eddie’s gesture.

“You can too, if you want! I dunno if you listen to that type of music, but…”

“You can't tell my kids, but I'm actually a really big fan of both you guys’ stuff.” He lights up as he says it, and it makes you teary. You’re not sure you’ll ever get used to this part, the effect you can have on other, real people.

“Your secret’s safe with us, man.” Eddie offers out his hand, which Theo shakes enthusiastically. “We’ll see ya!”

—

Eddie’s POV

“That was a really nice thing to offer.” You nudge him, approaching the door to your parents’ house.

Eddie shrugs off his vest and lays it over the arm of your couch. “Least I could do. We should probably let Steve know to add three to the guest list. You get his kids’ names?”

“Shit. No, but I can ask my dad.”

He nods, still standing awkwardly in the middle of your living room. “Well, uh. What else did you need to do today?” He can’t see what else needs to be done. You’d gone grocery shopping yesterday, and your parents’ place is pretty set for the week. He remembers trailing behind you: dressed in sinfully short shorts and white tank top while he managed to sweat in the freezer section, even if only in a tank top himself.

The house is clean— with the help of your parents, but mostly because you’ve been anxiously cleaning since this morning. He had tried to help, but ultimately had to excuse himself when you bent over the kitchen counter to wipe it down.

He wants to touch you. It’s driving him fucking crazy, he hasn’t been able to. He’s starting to feel like maybe you’re avoiding him, though you’ve given no indication that you’re not interested in having sex with him again. His brain is just telling him that. He hopes.

Even right now, in a sundress and sneakers, he wishes he could bring himself to take you to the alley behind the mechanic’s. But neither of you have made a move. Eddie’s not even sure he’s entitled to. Everything has been on your terms, and he hasn’t had a problem with it. He owes you that, right?

You glance at your watch and shrug. “Dad’s doing an overnight, and my mom’s away on some business trip as of this morning.”

“Are you implying what I think you are?” He focuses on the wall behind you to keep his pants from tightening.

“Horror movie marathon? Like old times?” If it weren’t for the hope in your voice, he’d accuse you of being cruel.

So he meets your eyes again and stretches his smile as wide as it’ll go. “Of course, sweetheart.”

—

You’re trying to kill him. You must be trying to fucking kill him.

“Whipped cream?” You offer out the can with a mouthful, a bit of cream landing on his cheek. Fighting the urge to use your outstretched arm to pull you into him, Eddie opens his mouth without breaking eye contact. Two can play this fuckin’ game, he thinks. Unfortunately the giggle that slips through your lips makes his knees wobble.

“So, I have plenty of movies to choose from. Never brought ‘em when I moved out, guess they kept them all safe for me.” You glide over to the crates of tapes next to your television, neatly organized with their titles facing outward. “You in the mood for something really scary first, or something more along the lines of a horror-comedy?”

He’s in the mood for you, truthfully. The short cotton shorts and camisole you’re wearing aren’t helping that, either. “Ed?”

“Hm? Oh, uh, either one’s fine.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, and through his flushing cheeks he manages to smile back. Through gritted teeth, albeit.

“You’re being weird.”

“Am not. What about Possession?” An attempt to dodge the subject.

You seem to let the subject slide, plucking the tape from its case. “Possession it is.”

The TV yawns to life, and you place the tape into the player, making sure it's been rewound before pressing play.

“You gonna sit with me, or are you gonna keep being weird?” He rolls his eyes, collapsing on the opposite side of where you are. “Got it.”

Half of the movie is spent like that, Eddie resisting the nagging voice in the back of his head, begging him to tug you by your ankle onto his lap. You seem blissfully unaware of his internal crisis, munching on microwave popcorn as the TV illuminates the frightened expression on your pretty face. You retreat under the blanket when the scene before you gets to be too much, and for some reason it springs Eddie into action. He crawls from his side of the couch slowly, doing his best not to spook you, and curls his body into your blanket covered form.

“Hello?”

“Hi.”

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Protecting you from the scary movie.”

“My knight in shining armor.” Your body shakes with laughter, and he joins you. When you stop, you start flailing under the blanket, causing Eddie to release you so you can shove the cloth off your head. You inhale the fresh air deeply before once again descending into a fit of giggles.

“I think we’re safe now.” Eddie looks around dramatically, curly flying on either side of his face.

“Thanks for rescuing me.” You crane your neck up to reach his cheek, placing a tender kiss against his hot skin. “However shall I repay such a noble act?”

Eddie groans under the heat of your breath against his cheek. “You’re killin’ me, doll.”

“Oh?”

“Gonna make me bust in my pants like a fuckin’ teenager.”

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Your POV

His words propel you into action, quickly moving to straddle his lap, clad only in a pair of gray sweatpants. You can feel his length underneath you, twitching when you make the gentlest of contact. “And here I thought you didn’t wanna fuck me.”

“What?” Eddie halts the beginning of your movement, grasping your hips to keep you in place. “What god awful crime could I have committed in the last week to make you think such a terrible thing?” He looks at you with a pout, his eyes dark with want, or maybe hurt.

“It’s what you didn’t do, actually. I was walkin’ around the house in my underwear, Ed! And don’t even get me started on the shorts I wore to the grocery store.”

“You don’t have to remind me.” His breath is labored, like he’s just run a marathon. You grind your hips forward experimentally, and he whimpers in response. “Fuck, I’m sorry. Jus’ wasn’t sure it was the ri- fuck– right time, y’know?” Your grinding has become more consistent, still slow as the clothed tip of his cock prods teasingly against your throbbing clit.

“Mmm, such a gentleman all of a sudden?” You tease, making sure each word is barely audible, said so closely that each of your breaths tickles the fine hairs of his ear canal. “Where’s the spoiled rockstar that takes whatever he wants, whenever he wants, hm?” You’re being mean, but Eddie squirming and panting underneath you spurs you on. “You just gonna let me tease you like that while you mope because you can't touch me? Because it would be, what? Wrong? You’ve never cared about that shit before.”

“Didn’t wanna ruin anything, didn’t want you gettin’ the idea that I–” He stops short.

“Finish your sentence.” It’s a command. You don’t usually take the dominant role over Eddie in these situations, but you don’t hate the way it’s making you feel.

“Didn’t want you thinkin’ I oh- only wanted sex..” His voice is raspy with want, with need, for you, and you’ve never been good at denying him of it.

“But you do, right? You want sex?”

“I want your trust first.” His eyes bore into you as he says it.

“Eddie,” You sigh, breaking character to caress his sweaty, flushed face. “You have my trust.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I would’ve kicked you out by now if you didn’t.” Eddie throws his head back to laugh, but it comes out strangled when you grind down on his lap again. “So, now that that’s out of the way…” Before you can finish the thought, Eddie lurches forward, one hand to the back of your neck as the other wraps around your waist, bringing your body closer to his as your lips meet. Your tongue slips sweetly into his waiting mouth, coaxing a groan from his throat that you feel between your legs.

The movie playing behind you is long forgotten, now white noise as Eddie slips the strap of your tank top down your arm, calloused fingers gliding over your soft skin. Despite your earlier candidness, he’s being slow. Gentle. Almost cautious. In a way, it feels like revenge for the way you’d been teasing him, and you can’t help but relish the way it works you up.

Eddie finally breaks your kiss, giving you time to breathe while he sloppily mouths your throat, eagerly adding teeth when you roll your hips forward again. His hands have a mind of their own, tugging at the fabric of your tank top until it's bunched at your waist, exposing your chest to the warmth of Eddie’s hot, panting breaths. At this point you’re practically riding his lap, begging for friction as he takes his time with you, like he’s memorizing every inch.

“Ed, please,” Your voice is strained, broken and shameless.

“What do you need, baby?” He coos, sending you into a tizzy.

“Need you to touch me.”

“I am touchin’ you, sweetheart.” He runs his finger down your arm with a feather light touch, barely registering over the way your entire body is vibrating.

“You know what I mean.” You’re pouting, getting desperate. “Thought you wanted to.”

“Hey,” His eyes darken as he stills the rocking of your hips with firm hands. “I want to. But what’s the rush, huh? We’ve got so much time now. All night, even.” His voice holds an air of mischief, and you’re putty in his hands.

“You gonna tease me like this all night? You don’t have the willpower.” You wriggle in his grasp for emphasis, and he muffles his groan with gritted teeth. You cross your arms over your bare chest, huffing smugly. “At least take your shirt off?”

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Eddie’s POV

He can’t resist the way you ask, pleading with him to give you something. Eagerly he complies, yanking his shirt over his head and tossing it lacklusterly aside somewhere in your living room. “Get that later.” He laughs breathily, and you lunge at him. Before he can adjust to your weight, your teeth have sunken into his neck, contrasting with the plush of your lips placing wet kisses along the column of his throat. Your tongue soothes over the sore marks your teeth have left indented in his skin, branding him as yours. He finds himself excited for the next time he’ll go out in public, wearing the hickies you’ve given him like designer accessories.

“You wanna go upstairs?” You mumble the question between placing chaste kisses on his shoulder.

“I dunno, I’m kinda set on the idea of you riding me on the couch.”

“Eddie, this is my parents’ house.”

“I’ll buy them a new couch.” Before you can argue, he pulls you forward by the neck, his lips slotting into your like puzzle pieces. You seem to give in, letting him win the argument. He can get a couch here by tomorrow if he has to.

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Your POV

You readjust, sliding the tank top and your shorts quickly from your body, tossing them over the arm of the sofa before claiming your former position, this time with less layers between your throbbing clit and the tip of his leaking cock.

Before you can work him up too much more, Eddie’s hands are sliding down your form, stopping to lightly twist and pinch at your nipples, chuckling at the way you whine and mewl for him. Replacing one hand with his mouth, Eddie then slips his free fingers to the waistband of your panties, snapping them once and causing you to jump before dipping lower to gather your slick before rubbing agonizing circles on your clit.

“Jesus, angel, you’re fuckin’ soaked.” His pupils are blown as you’re sure your own are, looking at you with a lovely mixture of lust and love.

“What can I say, you do it f’me.” You aren’t trying to be sexy, it’s the truth. Eddie doesn’t have to do much to turn you on.

“Feeling’s mutual, doll. Gettin’ me all hot ‘n bothered.” His breath is labored as he speaks, and you can feel his heart racing as you press yourself further into his chest. “Need to be inside you, love. Don’t think I can take much more teasing.” You can’t resist his desperation. You move quickly, letting him shove his sweatpants, now with a damp spot staining the crotch, and his boxers to the ground. His cock springs free from the confines and slaps against his stomach, precum dampening the coarse hair of his happy trail. You lick your lips absentmindedly, and before you can drop to your knees in front of him, Eddie grabs your wrist, pulling you back into his lap.

“Wait, Ed I’m still– oh, f-fuck.” Eddie drags the tip of his dick against the damp cloth of your panties, causing a sensation that ripples through your core.

“You gonna say somethin’?” He’s taken control, stroking himself against your hole, fabric doing nothing to cease the waves of pleasure crashing through you. “Use your words, baby.” He’s chiding, condescending as you can only whine in response, the heat between your legs seemingly cutting off the communication between your brain and your tongue. “Tell me what you want, can’t read your mind.”

“Need you to fuck me, baby, please.” The words fall out without decorum, desperate and high pitched like you’re being tortured.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it? Such a good job.” Relief floods your senses when he pulls your panties to the side, sliding himself easily into your drenched hole. You both moan at the feeling, your walls clenching around his thick cock, his grip a vice on either side of you, not yet ready to let you move. You can only shake your head, too cock drunk to form a coherent sentence. Usually, he’d scold you for not speaking, make it harder for you to get off, but you can tell he’s just as desperate to fuck you, possibly even more than you are. “Need you to move.” He tries to keep his voice even, but you can hear it’s close to breaking, begging. You obey, rocking your hips, rolling forward, each movement accompanied by his own, the head of his dick pressing against the sweet spot inside you each time.

“Feels so good, darlin’, takin’ me s- so well.” He knows you value his praise, regardless of how difficult it is to give it between labored breaths.

“Missed you, Ed.” You sigh the words, brain too fuzzy to muster up the strength to properly speak to him.

“I missed you, baby.” Eddie’s head falls into the crook of your neck, kissing the marks he’d previously left on your throat while you continue to ride him. “Not gonna last much longer. Need you to cum for me. Please, I need you to cum.” His fingers find your clit without struggle, like he’s memorized the map of your body. He makes tight, quick circles on your clit as he continues thrusting inside of you, and your walls clench more tightly around him as you feel your orgasm climbing. Finally, as Eddie has pulled your face into his, crashing your lips together as his hand and hips stay moving, you fall apart on top of him, legs shaking on either side of his lap as he watches you ride it out, mesmerized by the look of you; sweaty, panting, bouncing on top of him. You’re still shuddering when Eddie lets go, head buried in your neck as his thrusts lose rhythm and grow eager, no longer worried about getting you off. His noises are guttural, coming from the deep recesses of his body. He spills his load inside you, his cum painting your walls as he mutters sweet nothings: “Fuck, shit, you’re perfect, missed this pussy so much, like it’s made for me, ‘s all mine, mine, mine…”

When he’s emptied himself, body heaving with each breath, Eddie lifts you off of his lap, both of you wincing as he slowly pulls out. “Shit!” You fall into a fit of giggles as your bare butt falls onto the couch next to him, suddenly shy about being naked in front of him. He joins you, cackling as you wipe the sweat from your brow with an exaggerated “Phew!”

“Why weren’t we doin’ that all week?” He says through laughter, and you shrug.

“Probably because other people live here?”

“Ugh, what a bummer.” He reaches over to the cigarette pack on the side table. “You wanna smoke?”

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insertusernamethere · 3 months ago

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Yandere chubby man sequel

Hi ! It has been quite some time since my last post. I have been busy recently with my work and studies. I am also working on a new projet can't wait to publish it ^^ Anyway here is a small sequel to my yandere chubby man Charles~ Enjoy <3

Previous story -> Yandere chubby man

Also here an AI picture of Charles to give you an idea of what this adorable man looks like <3

Charles awoke with the first light of dawn, as he did every morning. He stretched, his large frame creaking with the effort, and slipped his feet into his worn slippers. The house was quiet as he made his way downstairs, the familiar path to the kitchen lit only by the soft morning light filtering through the windows. T

oday was no ordinary day. Today, Charles would finally have the chance to prove himself to Y/N, the baker who had captured his heart months ago. He hummed a tune under his breath, a smile playing on his lips as he gathered the ingredients for breakfast: eggs, flour, sugar, and milk. He followed the recipe he had memorized, measuring each ingredient carefully into the bowl.

Cracking the eggs was always the trickiest part for him. His strong, chubby fingers weren't made for such delicate tasks, but he had practiced until he could do it without leaving a single shell fragment behind. He whisked the mixture together, his mind wandering to thoughts of Y/N.

He imagined them in his kitchen, wearing his apron—far too big for their slender frame, but charming nonetheless. He pictured himself coming up behind them, wrapping his arms around their waist, and kissing their neck, his hands slowing moving down… The thought made him blush, and he shook his head to clear the daydream. With the batter ready, Charles heated the pan and began to cook the pancakes. He stacked them high on a plate, drizzled them with maple syrup, and added a fork and knife.

Balancing the plate in one hand, he made his way upstairs. As he walked down the hallway, he heard muffled noises coming from the guest room. His heart swelled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. He had planned this day meticulously, down to the sleeping pills he had dosed precisely, thanks to his chemistry studies in college. He opened the door softly, a gentle smile on his face.

"Good morning, my love," he said, his voice warm and tender. "I hope you slept well. I'm going to let some light in, alright?"

He placed the plate on the small table beside the bed and drew back the curtains, flooding the room with sunlight. Y/N stirred, their eyes fluttering open as they tried to speak, but the words came out garbled.

"It's okay," Charles soothed, moving to block the direct sunlight from their face. "Don't try to talk. The medicine is still affecting your speech. I made you some breakfast. I know they're not as good as yours, but these are made with love."

He ignored the sound of chains rattling against the bed frame as he cut a piece of pancake and held the fork out to Y/N.

"Here, let me feed you. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, you know. What kind of husband would I be if I let my lover start the day with an empty stomach? Come on, eat up now."

His eyes gleamed with a mix of adoration and something darker, something that hinted at the lengths he was willing to go to keep Y/N by his side.

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere chubby man #chubby yandere #chubby boy #soft yandere #cute yandere #yandere oc

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stonecoldmarimo · 5 months ago

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AI ART ALERT

I'm not one to hate blog but god 4000 notes on a piece of ai garbage I'm posting directly so OP can't delete my message and others can hopefully learn what to look for. And before anyone tries to say otherwise I looked through the rest of this person's artworks to confirm if anyone wants to see for themselves. Tattoos and anything that's supposed to have words or small details are gibberish, their art style is all over the place and the coloring is extremely inconsistent. In fact there's so little style consistency that it goes beyond someone who happens to have multiple art styles given that the way they draw one specific character changes at least several times in terms of physical structure/hair, not to mention if they really have as much technical skill as their artwork is supposed to demonstrate then they shouldn't make such glaring technical errors in some of their works (irises not properly touching the edges of the eyes, wonky hair shapes, and I'm presuming because hands are still a challenge for ai that's why they conveniently leave them cropped out in quite a few "pieces". I understand hands can be challenging for some artists but again someone who is supposed to have this much skill should not be making beginner artist decisions like avoiding to draw specific features). They tried to take a picture of their physical hand next to their "sketchbooks" as proof of legitimacy but the lineart is far too clean to be made by a physical pencil or pen since even pen has some amount of unsteadiness to a degree in creating lines so it's definitely digital, not to mention it's more suspicious that they only ever post finished products without proof of process (I'm not talking exclusively about time lapses I'm talking about half-finished sketches, doodles, etc). Tell signs are harder to distinguish in this piece so I understand why people got fooled but the giveaways are the fact that theres no sense of framing in this picture with the way the background is just miscellaneous nonsense colors that serve no purpose in framing the subjects.

The over-detailing of the faces (going along with the supposed medium used to paint the rest of the "artwork" there should be some amount of texture to the faces but theres a dissonance which is given by how smooth they are in comparison to the rest of the piece) and... every artist is entitled to artistic liberty but they dont even fucking look like the characters themselves like Ekko's face shape is entirely off and I find it difficult to believe that someone who is supposed to be as advanced as this would fail at something like facial studies. Also again with the nonsense gibberish tattoo on Jinx's arm which is being masked by the roughness of the paint texture. And in case people still aren't convinced here's a screenshot I took from a different post claiming to be something they drew:

I mean good god those poor fucked up birds in one of their "pieces". Anyways we're living in really scary times where people will try to get away with passing off generative slop cobbled together by stolen artwork as their own cuz they're desperate for validation. Please try to keep your eyes peeled out there guys.

#arcane #timebomb #I wasn't gonna say anything but I despise AI art #it kills the soul of creativity #Jinx #Ekko #stay alert

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venactricisfics · 4 months ago

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Bound by Instinct: A Teen Wolf Story

Chapter Eleven

AI-generated image closest I could figure to get how I pictured her in my head.

Adult fun time ahead. 18+

Master List

The drive home from the party was quiet, the hum of the engine the only sound between us. Peter’s eyes stayed fixed on the road, his jaw clenched, fingers gripping the wheel so tightly I half expected it to snap under the pressure.

Guilt gnawed at me. I turned my gaze to the window, watching the trees blur past. “I’m sorry, Peter,” I murmured.

His grip eased just enough for him to slide one hand from the wheel and rest it on my thigh, his touch grounding me. “You haven’t done anything to be sorry for, Little Wolf.”

I swallowed hard. “I shouldn’t have let him touch me.”

His fingers flexed against my skin, his voice firm when he spoke. “You didn’t let him do anything.”

“Why are you so mad?” I turned my gaze back to him, studying the hard set of his jaw, the way his grip on the wheel had barely loosened. His expression softened just a little, but the fire in his eyes hadn’t gone out.

“You shouldn’t have had to deal with a little asshole like that,” he said, voice tight. “But you handled it—because he was just a sniveling teenage boy. That Alpha, though—he looked at you the same way.”

“At the diner?” I asked, my stomach twisting at the memory.

“That’s the one.” His fingers twitched against the steering wheel. “And he thinks you’re weak. He knows I’m not as strong as I used to be. So it’s only a matter of time before he makes his presence known again.”

I reached for his hand, lacing my fingers through his, offering what comfort I could. “I can handle it, Peter,” I said softly. “We can handle it.”

“You still have a lot to learn,” he said, his voice edged with something I couldn’t quite place—guilt, maybe. Regret. “I’ve been keeping you from seeing what you can be. Maybe I should take you back to Derek’s loft until it’s done.”

I froze. “So you want to get rid of me?” The idea sent a sharp, unexpected pain through my chest. My hands curled into fists at my sides. “You don’t get to push me away just when I’ve gotten so close.”

“You’ve gotten too close,” he said, his voice rough, like the words scraped against something raw inside him. “Closer than anyone has in a long time. That’s what makes it dangerous for you to be with me. I can see it now.”

I swallowed hard, my throat tight. “So the ‘I’m yours’ thing was just words?” My voice wavered, but I held my ground, staring him down despite the sting behind my eyes.

His silence cut deeper than any answer could.

“Well, you’re mine, Peter,” I whispered fiercely, “And I’m not giving you up.”

“I just can’t risk losing anyone else I love,” he muttered, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. His voice was barely more than a breath, but it carried the weight of something heavy, something buried deep.

My chest ached at his words. Love. He hadn’t meant to say it, I could tell. But it was there, slipping through the cracks of his defenses.

“You’re not losing me,” I said, my voice softer now, steady despite the storm brewing between us. The word I had been afraid to put to all of this, all of him, settled in my heart like it had always belonged there—love.

I reached for his hand, threading my fingers through his, grounding him. “You’ll only lose me if you keep pushing me away.” I squeezed his hand, trying to make him understand. “I want you, Peter. Not because I think you’re going to save me. I don’t want to be saved.” I turned to face him fully, my next words quiet but certain. “Especially not from you.”

“I wish it were that easy,” he murmured, his voice losing some of its sharp edges as he pulled the car to a stop in front of the cabin. The engine hummed for a moment before he shut it off, plunging us into a silence that felt almost fragile, like one wrong move would shatter it.

He turned to me, his gaze softer now but still weighted with something unspoken. His fingers traced my cheek before he cupped my face, his palm warm against my skin.

“You are mine, Little Wolf,” he said, his tone low and certain, as if the words themselves could anchor me to him. His thumb brushed over my cheekbone, lingering like he was memorizing the feel of me. “I’m sorry if I made you doubt that.”

There was something raw in his eyes, something that made my chest tighten. He wasn’t just apologizing for tonight—he was apologizing for all the ways he had tried to push me away, for every time his fear had spoken louder than his heart.

I leaned into his touch, letting my eyes flutter closed for just a second. “I never doubted you,” I whispered. “I just need you to stop doubting yourself.”

His breath hitched, barely perceptible, before he pulled me closer, resting his forehead against mine. For a moment, we just stayed like that, breathing each other in, caught in the space between wanting and fearing what it meant to truly belong to someone.

“Take me inside,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, but I knew he heard it. Knew he felt the weight behind those words.

Peter’s gaze locked onto mine, something flickering in the depths of his eyes—something raw, something unguarded. His fingers traced along my cheek, just for a second, before his lips pressed softly against my forehead. The tenderness of it sent a shiver through me.

“I’ll take you anywhere you want to go, Little Wolf,” he murmured, the promise in his voice settling deep in my bones.

Without hesitation, he stepped out of the car and moved around to my side. His strong hands slipped beneath me, and in one fluid motion, he lifted me into his arms as if I weighed nothing. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, holding onto him as he carried me toward the cabin, each step slow and deliberate.

The night air was cool, but his warmth surrounded me, making me feel safe—claimed. The world outside faded into the background, the sound of the trees swaying, the distant calls of the wild, all of it nothing compared to the steady beat of his heart beneath my hand.

As we crossed the threshold, the door closing behind us, I knew there was no place else I’d rather be.

No place else I belonged more than here.

With him.

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“What are you reading, Little Wolf?” Peter’s brow raised. I lifted the book off my lap and showed him the title: Sex Magic for Beginners. “I see,” his lips tugged into a smirk, “And why are you reading that?”

“Lydia said I should figure out what I like and tell you what I want,” I said. “This one looks interesting,” I pointed to the illustration.

Peter chuckled, “That one would require you to be upside down, Little Wolf.”

He leaned against the couch, amusement dancing in his eyes as he reached for the book. His fingers brushed mine as he took it from my hands, flipping through a few pages with a knowing smirk.

“Interesting choice of research material,” he mused, glancing over the elaborate illustrations. “Though I have to wonder if Lydia suggested this as an educational pursuit or for her own entertainment.”

I shrugged. “She said knowledge is power.”

“That it is,” he murmured, handing the book back to me. His fingers traced lazily over my wrist before he sat back, watching me with that predatory glint that always sent a thrill through me.

“So,” he continued, tilting his head, “have you found anything else that interests you?”

I bit my lip, flipping through a few more pages before stopping on one that made my cheeks burn. “Maybe,” I admitted.

Peter chuckled, leaning in just a little closer. “Then tell me, Little Wolf… what do you want?”

“This one is called the Lotus,” I said, “Can we do that?” I showed him the image. The male figure sitting cross-legged, while the female figure sat on his lap.

Peter studied the page for a moment before a slow, knowing smirk curled at his lips. He took the book from my hands, setting it aside without breaking eye contact.

“Oh, that one,” he mused, his voice dropping into that low, teasing tone that always sent a shiver down my spine. “Yes, we can do that, Little Wolf.” His fingers trailed lightly over my thigh. “In fact, I think you’ll like it quite a bit.”

I swallowed, my breath catching as he shifted closer, his gaze dark and hungry. “Will you show me?” I asked, my voice softer now, laced with anticipation.

His hands gripped my hips, tugging me effortlessly into his lap. “Oh, I’ll show you,” he murmured, his lips grazing my ear. “But something tells me you’ll be wanting a lot more than just a demonstration.”

My arms moved around his neck, and I looped my legs around his waist, just like the image. I bit my lip as I locked my gaze with his. I rolled my hips. Gasping as I felt the brush of his cotton boxers rub against my sensitive flesh.

“I don’t think this is right,” I groaned as I rolled my hips again, “it feels good. But I don’t think you’re supposed to be wearing these. I let my hand slide to his waist tugging at the elastic waistband.

He smirked as he shifted beneath me, his hands gripping my hips to keep me steady. “You’re quite the eager student, aren’t you, Little Wolf?”

I leaned in, letting my lips brush against his jaw as I whispered, “I just want to learn everything with you.”

His chest rumbled with a low chuckle, his fingers tracing slow, teasing patterns along my thighs. “Then let’s make sure we do this lesson properly,” he murmured, his voice dark with promise.

With one smooth motion, he stood, carrying me effortlessly toward the bedroom. “No distractions,” he mused. “No interruptions.”

I tightened my legs around him, anticipation curling low in my belly. “Just you and me?”

His lips ghosted over mine, a wicked smirk still playing at the edges. “Just you and me, Little Wolf.”

His finger trailed along my jaw as he looked down at me, seated on the bed.

“Can I try something else I learned first?” I asked him my voice laced with a mixture of hunger and curiosity.

“Show me,” he said as he dropped his boxers on the floor. His eyes darkened as I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his stomach. My hands moved to his hips, massaging slowly as my l tongue tasted his flesh.

He let out a sharp breath, his fingers threading through my hair as I trailed my tongue lower. “You really have been studying,” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement and something darker.

I smirked against his skin, looking up at him through my lashes. “I told you, I want to learn everything.” My hands slid along his hips, nails scraping lightly as I took my time exploring him, savoring every reaction.

His grip tightened in my hair, a low growl rumbling from his chest. “Then don’t stop now, Little Wolf.”

I trailed one hand down his thigh and then back up. Fingertips ghosting lightly over his hardening length. The soft groan that escaped his lips urged me further. My fingers curled around him, moving slowly as my lips pressed slightly against the tip.

Peter’s grip in my hair tightened slightly, his breath hitching as I parted my lips, teasing him with the warmth of my breath. “You’re testing my patience, Little Wolf,” he murmured, his voice rough with restraint.

I smirked, my tongue flicking out just enough to taste him. “I just want to do this right,” I whispered before taking him deeper, savoring the way his entire body tensed beneath my touch.

“Fuck,” he murmured as I pressed my lips along his length.

Slowly, he slid between my parted lips, the heat of him filling my mouth. A low moan escaped me, sending delicate vibrations along his length. I let my lips glide over him, pressing soft kisses along his length before tracing the sensitive skin with my tongue. Each deliberate movement sent a shiver through him, his grip tightening ever so slightly. I wrapped my fingers around the base, steadying him as I took him in again, deeper this time, my own soft gasp swallowed by the weight of the moment.

The taste of him lingered on my tongue, intoxicating in a way I hadn’t expected. I moaned again, savoring the way his body reacted, the way he held himself still, as if barely restraining the urge to take control.

His grip on my hair tightened, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “You feel so good,” he murmured, his voice rough, almost guttural. “So fucking good.”

The praise sent a rush of warmth through me, and I moaned softly, the sound sending vibrations along his length. He cursed again, his hips jerking slightly, and I felt a thrill of power at the reaction I’d drawn from him. I’m doing this to him. The thought was intoxicating, and I leaned into it, taking him deeper, letting my lips glide over him with deliberate slowness.

His breath came in ragged gasps now, his fingers tangling in my hair, guiding me gently. “Just like that, Little Wolf,” he whispered, his voice thick with need. “Fuck, just like that.”

My mouth moved over him with growing confidence, each touch and flick of my tongue an exploration, a discovery of what made him shudder, what made his breath catch. I traced the vein along the underside of his shaft dragging my tongue in a slow, deliberate stroke. A strangled moan escaped him, his fingers tightening in my hair as his hips bucked, instinctive and uncontrolled.

I quickened my pace, my lips gliding over him with newfound urgency. His grip in my hair tightened, his breaths turning ragged. “I’m close,” he growled, his voice strained, thick with need.

I didn’t stop. I wanted to push him over the edge, to feel him come undone beneath my touch. Taking him deeper, I let my throat open for him, swallowing him whole as his hips jerked, a shudder racking through his body. His release spilled hot against my tongue, and I swallowed instinctively, my own body trembling from the intensity of the moment.

His fingers loosened in my hair, tilting my chin until my gaze met his. His eyes burned with something raw, something unspoken, and the way he looked at me made my pulse stutter.

Peter’s thumb brushed over my swollen lips, his smirk laced with something darker, something possessive. “I think Lydia was onto something,” he murmured, his voice still rough from his release.

I arched a brow, catching my breath. “Oh?”

His fingers traced the line of my jaw, his gaze flicking toward the book still open beside us. “You’re a very fast learner, Little Wolf.” His smirk deepened as he leaned in, his lips ghosting over mine. “But I think we’re just getting started.”

“I liked tasting you, Peter,” I told him.

His eyes darkened at my words, his fingers tightening slightly under my chin. “Careful, Little Wolf,” he murmured, his voice like a warning and a promise all at once. “Say things like that, and I might just have to return the favor.”

His lips brushed against mine, teasing, testing. “Would you like that?” he asked, his breath warm against my skin.

I swallowed hard, my body already responding to the thought. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely more than air.

His smirk was wicked as he leaned back, his fingers trailing down my throat, grazing over my collarbone. “Then lie back,” he instructed, his tone pure command. “Because I plan on taking my time.”

I lay back on the bed letting out a soft moan as his lips traveled lower still. His stubble tickled my stomach as his arms wrapped around my thighs, pushing them over his shoulders. He smirked as he kissed my lower lips. Tongue slipping between the delicate folds.

“So wet already,” he murmured.

His breath was hot against my skin as he dragged his tongue slowly over my most sensitive spot, savoring every reaction he pulled from me. “You’ve been studying, Little Wolf,” he mused, his voice thick with satisfaction. “But I think it’s time for a practical lesson.”

His grip on my thighs tightened as he pressed deeper, his tongue working me with deliberate strokes, teasing, tasting, devouring. My back arched as pleasure coiled deep in my belly, a desperate whimper escaping my lips.

“That’s it,” he murmured against me, his voice vibrating through my core. “Let me hear you.”

His lips and tongue worked in perfect rhythm, teasing and flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves while his fingers plunged into me, stretching and curling just right—just enough to send a fresh wave of heat pooling in my belly.

A strangled moan tore from my throat as he found that spot, the one that sent lightning racing through my veins. My legs shook, my fingers twisting in the sheets as my body surrendered to his touch.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice dark and rich, vibrating against my skin. "Let it go, Little Wolf."

His words sent me spiraling. The tension that had been building snapped, pleasure crashing through me in pulsing waves. My back arched, my thighs clamped around his shoulders, and I cried out his name as he wrung every last tremor from my body.

He didn’t stop, not right away. He coaxed me through it, his lips pressing soft kisses against my quivering flesh, his fingers slowing their pace as he savored the way I came undone for him.

His lips ghosted over my heated skin, leaving a trail of lingering kisses as he worked his way back up my body. Each touch sent aftershocks rippling through me, my body still trembling from the pleasure he had wrung from it.

He hovered over me, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, “So beautiful.” His voice was rough, filled with something deeper—something reverent.

I shivered beneath him, my fingers slipping into his hair, tugging him closer. “Peter…” His name left my lips in a breathless sigh, my heart still racing, my body still aching for him.

His lips brushed against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine as his smirk danced against me. "Do you need a minute, Little Wolf?" His voice was low, teasing, but there was an edge of something more, something demanding. "Or are you ready for another lesson?"

I tilted my head, meeting his gaze with a look that bordered on challenging, a smirk of my own tugging at the corner of my lips. "I'm ready," I breathed, pulling him closer, my body already eager for more. "Teach me everything, Peter."

“So eager,” he growled, “Turn over.”

My heart skipped a beat, but I obeyed, my body trembling with anticipation as I turned my back to him. His hands settled on my hips, urging me to my knees, I felt him shift behind me, his body pressing against mine. The heat of him was overwhelming, the feel of him so close making my head spin.

“Relax, Little Wolf.” His hand slides over my skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I bite my lip, struggling to maintain control, to keep myself from shattering under the weight of what he’s doing to me.

I could feel him pressed against me, hard and insistent, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. His fingers traced the curve of my hip, teasing, torturing, and I reached back, grabbing his hand and guiding it to where I needed him most.

His thumb traces the outline of my collarbone, gentle at first, but the heat behind it is undeniable. “Impatient,” he murmured, his breath catching slightly as I guide his hand lower, as if he's not already pushing me to the edge. "You want this that badly, Little Wolf?”

A shiver runs through me, something that’s both desire and fear, something that tugs at a deeper part of my soul. His other hand cups my breast, his fingers flexing as if claiming ownership. The weight of his touch—heavy, possessive—sends a thrill through me that makes my knees weak.

I felt him shift behind me, his hands tightening around my hips, pulling me closer, and then he’s inside me, slow and deliberate, stretching me, filling me in a way that made my breath catch. I gasp, a mixture of pleasure and something else—something raw—pounding through me. My body reacts before my mind can catch up, every inch of him sending jolts of sensation coursing through me.

He stops, his breath ragged against the back of my neck, and for a moment, everything is still—except for the rapid beat of my heart. His forehead presses against my back, warm and solid, grounding me even as his presence overwhelms me.

I cling to the edge of control, feeling every inch of him, every subtle shift, and I’m struck with the sudden need to feel him more—deeper. My hands grip the sheets, my knuckles white, but it’s not enough. I need more. My body’s pleading for him to move, to take what he wants, and I’m helpless to do anything but let it happen.

“Are you okay?” he murmurs, his voice a mixture of concern and something darker, something that speaks to the part of me that’s trembling not just from his touch, but from the vulnerability of the moment.

I nodded, not trusting my voice, not trusting anything but the need coursing through me, demanding more. And he moves then, his pace slow but inexorable, pulling me deeper into him, forcing me to surrender to the feeling of him, to the pull between us that’s as powerful as gravity.

He groaned, his hips moving, and he filled me completely, the sensation unlike anything I’d ever felt before. His hands tightened on my hips, holding me steady as he began to move, slow at first, then faster, deeper, and I cried out, my hands gripping the sheets for support.

"Fuck," he growled, his voice rough with need, and the sound of it—so raw, so desperate—it sent a shiver through me. It’s as if he’s holding on to the last thread of control, but even that’s slipping with each motion.

His movements slow, and my body trembles, yearning for more even as he pulls out of me. The sudden emptiness leaves me gasping. His breath is ragged, uneven, as his hands remain clinging to my hips, like he’s holding onto something that’s slipping through his fingers. It feels like a battle for control, one that neither of us wants to fully lose, but I can sense the strain in his every breath, his every touch.

I look back at him, eyes searching his face, desperate to understand what just happened, to find the reason he stopped. His eyes meet mine, dark with something I can’t quite place.

Without saying a word, he sits back on the bed, his chest rising and falling in time with his breath. His voice comes low, heavy with a quiet command. "Come here, Little Wolf."

His words, the way he says them, sends a shiver down my spine. It's not just a request—it’s an invitation, a pull that I can’t ignore. I move toward him, my heart hammering in my chest as I let him guide me onto his lap, feeling his hands on my hips again, firm and steady, guiding me down onto him fully.

The sensation of sinking onto him again is overwhelming, both familiar and new. There’s no rush now, no frantic urgency. He’s slow, deliberate, as if savoring every second, taking me in fully as I sink deeper, letting me feel every inch of him as I settle into his lap. He pulls me tight to his chest as I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist. I feel his heart pounding in sync with mine.

Our eyes lock, the connection more intimate than I thought it could be. My mouth opens in a silent moan as I’m filled by him.

He traces my lower lip with the pad of his thumb as he watches me, “I wanted to see your face, Little Wolf.”

Our bodies entwine, the connection between us deepening with every breath. The rhythm slows, the urgency fading into something more deliberate, more intimate. Peter’s eyes darken, a storm brewing behind them, as his hand cradles my face, tilting it just enough for his lips to press against mine.

“You like that, Little Wolf?” he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough with desire, a quiet challenge that pulls at something deep inside me.

“Yes,” the word comes out a whimper as I start to roll my hips. My walls squeezed tight around him with each movement.

“I want to see your face when you cum on me,” he muttered pressing his lips against my neck. His teeth scraping the skin as his hands move to my hips, guiding me. Each rock of my hips pushing me further to the peak.

I felt the pressure start to build until it finally snapped. My body tightened around his. My eyes fixed on his as I shuddered around him. My nails dug into his shoulders, and I held onto him as I rode the waves of pleasure.

As I come down, our gazes meet, his eyes are heavy-lidded and full of hunger. "I can feel you clenching around me, Little Wolf. Fuck you feel good.”

His hands grip my hips as he rolls me to my back, taking back control. He pulls out slowly before thrusting hard and deep inside me. Each thrust is measured and deliberate, and I can tell he's holding back. The restraint he's showing, the effort to not lose control, is evident in the tense muscles, the strain of his shoulders, and the veins popping from his arms. He is determined, focused.

He pushes into me over and over, the slow burn of pleasure building again, the sensation of being completely full of him is so intense, I can't focus on anything but the feeling of him moving inside me.

I'm already so close, the pressure building to the point of almost being too much.

“Peter…” I plead.

“Tell me what you want, Little Wolf?” his eyes dark and intense as they lock with mine.

With a groan, he pulls me closer, his movements becoming more urgent, driven by need. His breath comes faster, a low growl escaping him as he thrusts once, then twice, before stilling completely. His face buries in my neck, a deep, rumbling moan vibrating through his chest. I feel him release, deep within me, and the pull to hold him, to keep him close, surges within me. I wrap my arms around him tighter, unwilling to let go.

He shifts slightly, lifting his head to look at me. His gaze is soft but intense, a playful glint in his eyes. “Remind me to send Lydia a thank-you note for giving you that book,” he says, his voice warm with a mix of affection and humor.

#teen wolf smut #peter hale x oc #peter hale #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction

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authorjoeypaul · 4 months ago

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I'd like to welcome Esther Pia Cordova to the blog for an interview. I reviewed her debut novel, Convergence on the blog here.

Onto the interview!

What was your experience writing your first book?

Writing my first book was a mix of excitement, doubt, and learning to trust myself. I always dreamed of writing a novel, but I didn’t think I could commit to a full-length story—especially when my son was young. So, I put that dream on hold and focused on picture books instead. Growth mindset is a topic that’s incredibly important to me, so I wrote I Can’t Do That, Yet, which became my bestselling book with over 90,000 paperback copies sold. Through that process, I had to learn to trust myself and believe that hard work pays off, even as an adult. But I wanted kids to grow up with that confidence naturally.

Now that my son is older and I have more time, I decided to finally fulfil my dream of writing a novel. Convergence is my first YA dystopian novel, and the experience of writing it was incredibly fulfilling. I love how a novel allows me to build entire worlds, create characters, and make them do things—I never expected to feel so attached to them! It’s like stepping into another reality, and I find that process just as rewarding as I always imagined.

What's your favourite tip for newbie writers?

My favorite tip for newbie writers is finding the balance between consistency and going with the flow. There were days when I didn’t write a single word, but my characters—Maya and Ethan— were still with me, running through my mind as I worked through scenes in my head. Sometimes this process took days. Then, suddenly, I’d have a day where the words just poured out, and I’d write two or three chapters in one sitting. Writing isn’t just about hitting a daily word count—it’s about keeping your story alive in your thoughts. Your brain is always working on it, even when you’re not actively typing.

My second tip is to make the most of ARC readers—and not just your friends and family. You need honest feedback from people who aren’t afraid to tell you what’s working and what’s not. Be open to criticism and welcome it, but also remember that even the best books have readers who don’t connect with them. The key is to listen carefully, evaluate the feedback, and make conscious decisions about what to change. If one person dislikes something, it’s just their opinion —but if all your ARC readers are pointing out the same issue, it’s probably something you need to rethink.

Which genre is your favourite to write in?

Right now, I love writing YA dystopian. The fast-paced nature of these books reminds me of a movie—I love when a story pulls you in right away, keeps you on the edge of your seat, and constantly surprises you with twists. My goal is always to entertain, and that means getting straight into the action and keeping the reader engaged. I also enjoy incorporating sci-fi elements, especially since my husband works in AI. We often have deep, philosophical discussions about technology and the future, and I try to spark similar questions in my readers' minds. In Convergence, one of the central themes is consciousness— what does it really mean to be conscious? Who or what qualifies as conscious? And, more importantly, who gets to decide? It’s a fascinating and complex topic, and I love weaving those kinds of thought-provoking ideas into a fast-paced, thrilling story.

Do you have any pets?

Yes, I have a toy poodle named Baxter! I’ve always wanted my own dog—I’m definitely a dog person. I love cats too, but they don’t seem to love me back! I think it’s because I never lived with a cat, so I’m probably not great at reading their body language. I waited a long time before getting a dog because I wanted to make sure I could care for him properly. When I was studying, I worried he’d be alone too much. But now, it’s perfect—I work from home, so I get to spend my days writing with Baxter by my side (and my son, of course). It’s exactly how I imagined it!

Do you keep good reviews and reader comments?

I read every single review and reader comment. It would be amazing to be able to reach out and personally thank the people who leave particularly great reviews—I truly appreciate when someone takes the time to go on a journey with my characters. Reading a book is a commitment of a few hours, and it means so much to me that readers choose to spend that time with my stories. Reviews are one of my favorite parts of being a writer and publisher. Even the not-so-great ones can be valuable—there’s often something to learn from them. I think many readers don’t realize just how important reviews are for authors. They help books find new readers, provide feedback for future writing, and remind me why I love doing this.

Paperback or ebook? And why?

I personally love having a real book in my hands. I spend so much time looking at screens throughout the day, so when I read for pleasure, I enjoy the break from digital. There’s just something about holding a physical book, flipping the pages, and even the smell of paper that makes the experience special. That said, I completely see the appeal of ebooks—especially if you read one or two books a week. They’re more convenient, often more affordable, and perfect for traveling. I use both, but for the books I truly love, I always make sure to have a paperback version too.

Where do you see yourself, and your writing, in ten years?

In ten years, I hope Convergence has grown into a full series—maybe a book two or three! I already have so many ideas, not just for this world but for entirely new stories as well. My biggest hope is that I’ll have the time and focus to bring them all to life. Writing is something I want to do for the long run, so I see myself continuing to create stories that entertain, challenge ideas, and keep readers hooked. If I can still wake up excited to write and have readers who are excited to dive into my books, then I’ll be exactly where I want to be.

Thanks to Esther for joining me, and you can follow her on her website or Instagram!

Join Joey here on the blog on Fridays for interviews, reviews and guest bloggers. If you'd be interested in doing any of those, you can contact Joey here

#writeblr #booklr #bookish #author interview #Esther pia Cordova #indie author #joey paul

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captainsophiestark · 1 year ago

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Nosy Best Friends

Tristan Flynn x Reader

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Based on this request from Anon! It was very fun to write and it gave me a second, related idea that I'm planning to post Monday, so thanks for sending it in! Hope you like it!

Fandom: Crescent City

Summary: Flynn's been disappearing a lot to spend time with his human girlfriend, and his friends have decided to finally figure out where he's been going.

Word Count: 2,219

Category: Fluff, Humor, maybe a tiny bit of Angst? But not really

A/N: This fic also has a prequel called Presentation Problems and a sequel called The Best Night Ever, but can also be read on its own!

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

Ruhn's POV

"Where the Hel are you going?"

Flynn barely stopped at the sound of my voice, half-turning back with an irritated look. I gave him the same one right back.

"I'm going out. Why do you care?"

"You've been disappearing doing Urd knows what for weeks. Come on, Flynn, what's going on?"

Flynn just rolled his eyes. "Nothing, mom. Just relax and mind your own business."

He turned on his heel and walked out the door without looking back. I watched him go, then turned to Dec on the couch.

"Something's going on with him."

"Yeah. Think it's time we do something about it?"

"Definitely."

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Y/N's POV

I sighed, rubbing my eyes as I tried to reread what I'd written for the thousandth time. I'd been holed up in my apartment for almost forty-eight hours straight working on a paper for grad school, and I'd started to go a little crazy.

The only reason I hadn't gone crazy about twenty hours ago was my boyfriend, Tristan Flynn. He'd been keeping me company, providing a stream of encouragement and my favorite snacks and helping me take a break when I really needed it, even if I wouldn't admit it. He'd left a couple hours ago to go do something he needed to do, and I'd come very close to hurling my laptop at the wall in his absence.

We'd first met in a similar situation, when I'd hurled my notebook across what I'd thought was an empty classroom. Flynn had been looking for somebody the Aux had followed to campus, and only his fae reflexes had kept him from taking my notebook to his head. If I hadn't been stressed out of my mind already, I would've been worried about having accidentally attacked a member of the fae Aux, especially as a human, but I'd hit my limit that day, so instead I'd shouted at him for interrupting my studying.

Luckily for both of us, once he'd recovered from his shock, he'd seemed to be into that. He'd tried to get me to leave for safety reasons, and I'd refused, so he'd stayed. We ended up hitting it off the bat, and the rest was history.

We'd been together for a few months now, and despite every warning I'd ever heard against dating a member of the Vanir, it was quite honestly the best relationship I'd ever been in. We hadn't told anyone else in our lives yet, mostly because we didn't want our little bubble of happiness being burst, but I had a hard time believing anything could ruin what we'd found together.

The few seconds I'd spent losing myself in memories had been nice, but the glaring light of my laptop screen didn't let me escape for long. I sighed heavily, trying to decide whether it was worth it to power through. I didn't entirely have a choice, unless I wanted to drop out of grad school, but maybe I could find something to do as a small break.

Somebody must have been listening to my silent pleas, because a moment later my phone rang. I smiled when Flynn's face popped up, a terrible picture of him that I'd taken when he wasn't ready. He always switched it back to a shirtless one he'd taken himself when he got the opportunity, and it had become a little silent war between us.

"You have amazing timing," I sighed as soon as I picked up. I could hear his smile through the other end of the phone.

"I always do. Come downstairs."

"...You know I shouldn't. This paper-"

"Is something you've been holed up in that apartment working on for way too long. You're driving yourself insane, and last I checked, you can't turn in anything if you smash your laptop to pieces against the wall. Besides, humans need sunlight. And fresh air."

"An expert on that, are you?"

"I sure am," his voice purred over the phone and I rolled my eyes, but I also felt heat rising on my cheeks. "Just come down here, and I'll show you how much of an expert I am."

I let out a long breath through my nose. Flynn was right. Sitting in this apartment driving myself insane wasn't helping anything. And besides, I really wanted to go spend time with him.

"Alright. I'm on my way."

"Good. I'll see you in a second."

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Ruhn's POV

"What in Hel is he doing here?" I hissed to Dec, trying to keep my voice down. We'd tailed Flynn to some apartment complex not far from the college we'd chased some monster down at not long ago.

"I don't know..." said Dec. "Maybe he's got a lead on something for the case? Or a new case, related to all that shit we dealt with last time?"

"You think Flynn's spending his time off work doing more work?"

I shot Dec a look, and he snorted.

"Okay, you're right. It's probably not that."

We turned back to watch Flynn, who had a full bouquet of flowers in his hands. He'd put on the nicest clothes he owned, and if I didn't know better, I would've thought-

"Oh! Tristan, holy shit!"

Dec and I stared wide-eyed as a human female came out of the apartment building, absolutely beaming at Flynn. She ran to him and jumped in his arms, hugging him tight, as he picked her up and spun her around. He kissed her, and when they pulled apart they stayed close, forehead to forehead, just staring at each other lovingly, something I'd never seen Flynn do with a female. I glanced at Dec to find him looking just as shocked as me, and when I turned back to find Flynn practically floating looking at the girl in front of him, I couldn't help my surprised shout.

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

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Y/N's POV

Tristan and I whirled around in sync at the sound of a loud shout from across the street. I found two fae males staring at us, looking absolutely outraged, and I started to get a little worried until my boyfriend shouted back.

"What the FUCK are you two doing here?"

"I take it you know them?" I asked, turning to Flynn and keeping my voice low. He shook his head, but the irritation in his eyes faded the second he looked at me.

'Yeah, sweetheart, I do. They're my roommates and my friends from the Aux. And they're absolute idiots."

I turned to find the idiots in question storming across the street and towards us, shouting at cars that almost hit them in the process. Unconsciously, I took a half step towards Flynn, and he immediately wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him.

Not a moment too soon. His friends finally made it across traffic to come to a stop in front of us, and my jaw literally almost hit the floor when I realized one of them was the Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae.

"What the Hel are you doing?" demanded the prince before turning to me. "And who is this?"

"I'm his girlfriend," I snapped, not quite able to stop myself. Both newcomers stared at me in wide-eyed shock, then whirled on their friend.

"Your what?"

"My girlfriend," Flynn said, an edge of steel in his voice that I'd only heard once or twice, usually in relation to Aux business.

The fae before us shared an absolutely shocked look, then whirled back around to look at Flynn.

"Why the Hel didn't you tell us?"

"Is that where you've been sneaking off to every day for the last few months?"

"What the fuck, Flynn?"

They shouted their questions at Flynn in sync, then without waiting for my boyfriend to get ahold of himself enough to answer, the one I didn't recognize turned to me with an apologetic smile.

"I'm Declan," he said, holding out a hand for me to shake. I stared at it for a minute, then slowly took it. "It's nice to meet you."

"...Nice to meet you, too."

"Ruhn. Also nice to meet you," said the prince with a chin nod of a hello in my direction. Then, he turned back to Flynn. "You know everybody's gonna lose it when they realize you've been keeping a steady girlfriend a secret from us, right?"

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Bunch of Aux members, a spy, and Bryce, it's your own fault for not figuring it out sooner. You should be better at your jobs than this."

Ruhn and Declan's mouths dropped open, and I laughed. I could see them getting ready for a comeback, so I stepped even closer to Flynn and fixed the other two fae with a bright smile.

"It's been nice to get to meet some of Tristan's friends, and I'm sure I'll see you both again soon. But right now, I was promised a break from my term paper by my wonderful boyfriend, and I don't intend to let anything get in the way of that."

"I'd listen if I were you," said Flynn, a massive smile on his face as he looked at me with the most lovesick expression I'd ever seen. It made my heart melt. "We met because she almost clocked me in the head with a notebook for interrupting her study session."

"Well technically I threw the notebook before you came in. And then I yelled at you for interrupting."

"Are you trying to say you wouldn't have thrown the notebook at my head anyway if it'd still been in your hands?"

"...No, I probably would've."

"I know. And I love it." He grinned, leaning in for a heated kiss. It still took my breath away, kissing him, even though it'd been a few months now, and he pulled away far too soon for my liking. "What do you say we get the Hel out of here for your distraction?"

"I say Hel yeah, let's go."

He gave me one last quick peck, then pulled back with a wink. His arm stayed wrapped around my waist as we turned to head off to whatever surprise he had planned, not bothering to spare more than a nod at his absolutely stunned friends.

"You get the weekend, Flynn!" one of them called after us. "And then we're having a party and getting to know this female you're so head over heels for!"

"Sure!" Flynn said, calling back over my head. "As long as she decides she actually wants to meet you!"

I snorted, and when I looked at Flynn I found a beaming smile on his face as we walked down the street together. He held out the hand that wasn't around my waist, finally presenting me with the gorgeous bouquet he'd first shown up with.

"For you."

"Thanks, Tris." I took the flowers and leaned into him, and we continued in comfortable silence for a moment. Then Flynn cleared his throat.

"So, do you... uh, do you want to meet them? My friends and everybody?"

"Well, that depends a little bit... why were they so shocked? Was it because I'm human?"

"No." Flynn's response was immediate, and he stopped dead in his tracks to turn me to face him. He put both hands on my shoulders, his warm brown eyes finding mine. "I would never voluntarily spend time with people who felt or thought that way."

"Okay... then why did they seem so surprised to see you with somebody?"

He grimaced. "You... might be the first serious girlfriend I've had. Ever."

My eyebrows shot up, and my heart skipped a few beats.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I think my record before this was... seeing the same female for two weeks? Maybe?"

I couldn't help barking a laugh, and Flynn grimaced again. My heart, on the other hand, was soaring as I reached up to gently cup his cheek.

"Well, I guess I can see why your friends were so surprised then. I'd be happy to meet them. And I'm honored to be the first female you've decided to stick around for."

He grinned at me, making my heart race even faster, then slowly leaned in until our lips were just a hair's breadth away.

"I'm honored to be a fae male you're willing to date. Based on what another friend has told me, a human like you wouldn't be willing to give just any of us a chance."

I snorted. "Yeah, no kidding. But I'm glad I gave you one."

"Me too."

I gave Flynn a little smirk, then leaned in to close the rest of the distance between us. He wasted no time kissing me back, hard, and we quickly deepened the kiss. I let my one free hand wander up to tangle in his hair, and I was ready to lose myself in him right then and there, but after a few long moments he gently pulled back.

"As much as I'd like to continue this... I think you'll really like the surprise break I have planned."

I smiled, going in for one last quick kiss, then pulling all the way back.

"Alright. Let's go. As long as we can continue this after I finish my assignments?"

"If I ever say no to that, you should be concerned."

I laughed as we headed off down the street together again, hand in hand. I still had many hovering stressors, from school to finally meeting Flynn's extended friend group, but I knew I'd have him with me for all of it. I was starting to get the feeling he was in it for the long haul, and even though that brought plenty of challenges, I couldn't help being excited for it all the same.

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asordinaryppl · 6 months ago

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A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Epilogue: New color stage! - Our Curtain Rises

! this chapter includes kics' debut play! i highly recommend reading along in-game!

Towa: I-It’s finally time. Ah! Did I move the props!?

Banri: It’ll be alright, man.

Kureha: Towa-kun, relax.

Banri: Everyone’s checkin’ things thoroughly, you don’t need to worry so much.

Towa: R-Right.

Ibuki: Oh. ManPany members found in the wild.

Towa: What, really!? Where!? Wah, Masumi-kun’s here too!!

Keiku: You’re stickin’ out.

Banri: C’mon now. You’re the ones being watched today, y’know.

Towa: R-Right. Argh, now I’m extra nervous!

Banri: You’ll be fine, just go and do what you’ve been doin’ all this time.

Towa: O-Okay!

Towa: Let’s do our best on our debut performance, everyone!

Kureha: Yeah. This is getting exciting!

Ibuki: Let’s try not messing it up for now, ‘kay?

Keiku: ‘Kay.

Banri: …

Banri: (Seein’ them off from the wings of the stage is surprisingly nerve-wracking.)

Banri: (Director-chan probably feels that way all the time, huh.)

Momo: “I had a test today, but I hadn’t studied at all so I flopped pretty hard.”

K: “Good work.”

Momo: “... is what my friend said, but I aced it. 90/100 FTW”

K: “LMAO. Why did you lie?”

Momo: “If I said the truth, it’d look like I’m showing off. You have it easy, though.”

K: “I’d get 100/100.”

Momo: “I bet!”

Momo: “Man, there’s like, so many happy-go-lucky people at my school. Everyone’s filming a video or another.”

K: “You wanna give it a try too? Might expand your horizons.”

Momo: “Like a dance vid?”

K: “Yeah.”

Momo: “Let’s do it together, then.”

K: “‘Kay.”

Momo: “Woah, we’re doing it? Like, for real?”

K: “Why not. I’m a natural.”

Momo: “That’s insane!”

Izumi: (The protagonist, Momo, can’t get used to his new school, and only has one friend: An AI character by the name of K that he can only meet in a virtual world…)

Izumi: (The story begins when the two decide to form a dance unit.)

Izumi: (The incorporation of Momo and K’s avatars and the story progressing mostly through dance are both refreshing.)

Izumi: (Momo wears a headset on stage while his avatar is displayed, and it looks completely natural. Maybe that’s because he’s used to it.)

K: “‘Sup.”

Momo: “Ah. This is K.”

Shiki: “Huh, that’s him…?”

K: “Who’re you?”

Momo: “My classmate Shiki. He saw our video and wanted to join our unit, apparently.”

K: “Huh.”

Izumi: (Momo’s relationship with K, who understood and supported him, starts to change when Momo’s real-life friend Shiki comes into the picture…)

Momo: “Why’d you upload that?”

K: “The views are insane. Our follower count is increasing, who cares.”

Shiki: “But we’re a group. I think you should’ve warned us beforehand…”

Momo: “Yeah.”

K: “Lame. Oh, BTW. I’ll be doin’ a collab with Iv.”

Momo: “Huh!?”

Shiki: “You mean that popular streamer…?”

Momo: “Why’s an AI doing all that by itself…?”

[Click]

Izumi: (From this point on, the setting literally flips around. Now Momo is an avatar, and K is a human wearing a headset…)

K: “He’s pretty opinionated for an AI. And it’s really damn weird that there’s this new Shiki character all of a sudden.”

K: “Someone’s feeding this AI some weird info.”

Izumi: (The relationship between Momo and K, who each think the other is an AI, changes even more when K’s real-life sibling Iv gets involved…)

K: “Ain’t you the AI?”

Momo: “I already told you Shiki’s my IRL.”

Shiki: “Yeah. We really are classmates.”

Momo: “I can even show you a pic of our uniform!”

K: “You can generate that in seconds.”

Momo: “Huh!?”

K: “If we’re talking about IRLs, Iv is literally my sibling.”

Iv: “I mean that’s why we’re collabing.”

Momo: “You can’t prove that, either!”

K: “Huh? Are you stupid?”

Momo: “That should be my line! This unit’s disbanded!”

Izumi: (Momo and K have their first big fight… Before all is lost, Iv and Shiki come up with a plan.)

Shiki: “All ready over here.”

Iv: “Same. Geez, they sure work us to the bone.”

Iv: “K has never had many friends, so he’s like, literally bad at keeping them, too.”

Shiki: “Momo also said he’s so focused on studying that he hasn’t had many chances to hang out with friends.”

Iv: “It’d suck if they lost each other because of us, so this is the least we can do. Okie, I’m joining the call.”

Shiki: “Alright.”

Momo: “Why’re we logging in from an Internet café?”

Shiki: “I just thought it’d be a nice change of pace.”

K: “Why’s the connection so bad today?”

Momo: “Wha? Why are you…”

K: “Huh? I should be asking you that.”

Iv: “Okay. Nice. They’re both logged in. Now to let real life work its magic…”

Shiki: “We’re taking off their headsets.”

[Shiki removes Momo’s headsets]

Momo: “Huh? Wait a sec—”

[Iv removes K’s headsets]

K: “Oi, don’t remove my headsets, Iv.”

Shiki: “I’m opening the door.”

[Door rolling open]

Iv: “Okies, time to face the truth.”

K: “Huh? What?”

Momo: “K…?”

K: “Momo…?”

Iv: “You’re logged in from booths right next to each other. If you look at the screen you can tell you’re both real, can’t ya?”

Momo: “You really weren’t an AI…”

K: “Nah, wait, I should be saying this.”

Momo: “Look… I’m sorry… I thought you were AI and kinda went off on you…”

K: “I mean, so did I.”

Iv: “Isn’t that why you guys felt like you could tell each other anything?”

Shiki: “Might be why they’re getting along so well.”

Iv: “BTW, this is being streamed.”

Momo: “Huh!?”

Shiki: “The comments are impressive.”

Momo: “Woah, this is embarrassing. The guys at my school watch your streams.”

Iv: “You’re blowing up.”

K: “This follower count’s insane.”

Iv: “Alrighty, let’s wrap this up like a real dance unit. Come on, move!”

K: “*sigh*…”

Momo: “Guess we gotta.”

[All four of them start dancing]

Izumi: (The play ends with all of them dancing cheerfully… It’s a very refreshing debut, fitting for KICS.)

[Applause]

Towa: Thank you very much!

Masumi: (… I thought he was just an annoying busybody, but he sure can act.)

Kureha: Thank you very much!

Guy: (I’m happy you got to act on stage, Kureha. This play suits you very well.)

Tooru: (I get to see not only Gai, but also Kureha act on stage… I’m truly so blessed.)

Ibuki: Thaaanks!

Tenma: (Sheesh, no one would believe they once said they had no interest in theater.)

Keiku: Thanks.

Omi: (You’ve got a completely different expression than when we first met. I’m glad you found a place to belong.)

the shape of our family | masterpost | in brand-new colors, as many times as it takes

#a3!#translation #a3! translation #towa ichinoe #ibuki dozono #keiku karashina #kureha nishiki

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reclusiarch-orm · 3 months ago

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Is it rude to ask what you search to find references? You inspire me to draw beautiful men but I need terrible amounts of practice first

It isn't rude but I don't have an answer for you. I don't use references outside of like 80* (not 8 lol typo) anatomical diagrams and one old book of nude male photography (The Male Nude, David Leddick, Taschen). I check those if i forget exactly where the muscles are, never to draw the images themselves. Almost all my figures are "invented", nothing's referenced from a model. My studies might be referenced but i almost never post those and even then, i will only draw one study from an actual reference photo, and do the rest based on what i learn in the first one, to cement the absorbed information. Google images is good enough for that.

I can advise you to try to build that skillset yourself but again i can't point to any place with references because i don't know any. Google is polluted with AI. Best I got is to watch boxing and wrestling and other scantily clad combat sports, and pause the video. I watch these to see how muscles move and where they anchor etc. Drawing from reference is NOT a skill i would advise you cultivate, better that you learn how to remember and understand what the body looks like so you don't need them.

I know artists who can't draw something if they can't find a photo of the exact pose and that's a terrible limitation. I did nothing except study anatomy for 15 months as a teenager, to avoid that. It's definitely a skill that decays though, i have to flip through my anatomical diagrams a lot to keep it fresh. I think you can sort of see which pictures were made when i hadn't done that in a while lol.

you do need terrible amounts of practice. 15 months is what i did, anatomy and nothing else. build that base now. even with my 6 year hiatus i retain enough of that and it's a very worthwhile investment.

#answered asks #i have only had one anatomy book since i was a teenager. i can't tell it to you because it is in my native language which i don't want to #reveal #but i recently ordered a bunch more because hey i'm 10 years older i deserve some more anatomy books #will see if any of them are good enough to reccomend later on #i feel like i probably didnt answer the question very well #the best i got is truly just watch videos of people in movement and pause it

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anemoarchonhoe · 1 year ago

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Greetings! Writing commission details:

Commissions: Closed.

Fandoms I will write for:

Genshin Impact, Undertale, Deltarune, Undertale Yellow, Frieren: Beyond Journey's End (I only watch the anime, so-), my own OCs

AUs I will write for:

Genshin: SAGAU, modern au

Undertale: Underfell, Underswap (I prefer TS!US' version so I will write for it in default unless you want the original), Flowerfell, Farmtale, Underplayer

Characters:

Genshin: Venti, Xiao, Wanderer, Aether, Xingqiu, Gaming

Undertale/Deltarune: Papyrus, Sans, Napstablook, Mettaton, Muffet, Mad Mew Mew, Asgore, DR!Asriel, Dalv, Starlo, Martlet, Ceroba

Frieren: Beyond Journey's End: Frieren, Himmel the hero

My OCs (pictures below, in order): Vee the purple witch, The Janitor, Elwin the elven rogue, Eye of the Storm (has a name instead of them being Reader-insert, Genshin, no pics sorry)

Will write: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, mildly suggestive, selfship (reader/canon), OC/canon, friendships, yandere character/reader

Won't write: Homophobia, pedophilia, incest, gore, smut, self harm, anything nsfw

Rules (sorta):

If you want me to write for your OC, please give me detailed information about them. I wouldn't know how to write them if you don't. Character sheet and/or a picture would be nice. If you don't have a written personality for them, we can quickly discuss how you at least imagine them to act in the fic in DMs. I can also just give it my own interpretation if you wish, but I will charge you $2 for the extra effort. Keep this in mind.

For reader-insert, I usually write the Reader to be strong and determined, so if you want a more subdued personality, please let me know or I will default to this one.

For 500/1k word fics, love letters, and headcanons, please give me a scenario to work on. I only write one shot fics for commissions, so don't try to ask for a multi-chapter, please. I am busy with college, so one shots are all I can afford to write.

And tell me if you are okay with me posting the commissioned piece on Tumblr or if you'd like to keep it for yourself.

You can ask me for updates on your commission. But please understand I have a life outside of social media that I gotta prioritize (like my studies) so it may get delayed a little depending on how large your commission is. I also prioritize smaller/less wordy commissions so I can give them out immediately, so don't be mad.

I reserve my right to reject a commission if I feel like I couldn't do it.

PLEASE DO NOT FEED MY WORK TO AI.

Languages I can/will write in: English and Filipino

Payment:

For my Filipino friends, I accept both Paypal and GCash. I'd like it more if it was Paypal/ko-fi, though.

For overseas commissioners, Paypal/ko-fi only.

You can pay me the full amount as soon as we finalize your commission or you can pay me the full amount once I finish your commission. I'd appreciate it if you do the first option but I won't hold it against you if you choose to do the second. Everyone doesn't want to get scammed.

However, if you do not pay and ghost me, I will modify the work to my taste, post it on my ko-fi page, and then block you from my Tumblr/Discord.

Now that you're done reading, reply to this post immediately to get a slot and if you make it, I will DM you my Discord handle for further discussion. I have a small slot for now because I don't wanna get overwhelmed. I will reopen immediately once they're done, though, so don't worry if you miss out!

First come, first serve.

Slots: 3

#ventus.commission #ventus.rambles #writing commissions

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demaparbat-hp · 4 months ago

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Hey, i hope you're doing well! I would like to ask how you feel about ppl using AI to create art but not tagging their work as AI? My friends think this is unacceptable and unfollow these artists on X, and I know that many art communities have zero tolerance for AI, what is your opinion?

...and I really love your Spitfire AU🔥

Hello, and thanks for the ask!

Much has been said already about AI, and though I've never used it for anything other than recreational purposes (generating random images on Midjourney for shits and giggles), I don't really have a strong stance regarding the ethics of it.

A lot of artists look at AI as a tool and use it as such. Some are openly against AI, and others even chase those who make use of it.

Honestly? I never even considered the possibility using AI in any of my artworks. Ever. And I don't think I ever will.

My creativity is only mine to express. Only mine to give shape to. Only I can put into words or turn into images the data processing inside of my head. I've never used AI to study or seek information. Curiosity is the only reason I used it to generate some random pictures in the first place. This is my personal choice—not to deal with it, not to depend on it.

But some people don't share that opinion. Some of us can't paint a picture or afford a commission. Some of us use AI to illustrate an idea because that's the only choice we have.

Some of us are terrified of AI. We've been afraid of it since the mere idea of Artificial Intelligence came around. Maybe even before that. Hatred and fear and awe of AI is older than most of us, and will remain for as long as technology keeps developing around us. Stealing from us. Overcoming us.

The only way to win a war against AI is understanding how it works. How it could be helpful and all the terrible ways it could be harmful. Understand it, and decide for ourselves if it's worth controlling or not.

And art? Art has a history of fearing itself.

My opinion on AI comes down to this: if used wisely, it could become another tool in our arsenal. Something to aid us, to make the journey a little bit smoother, a little bit more thrilling to discover.

If you use AI in any of your artworks, say it. You have no reason not to and all reasons to admit it. Using AI as a tool isn't inherently disrespectful or degrading. The way AI is used determines its worth.

AI is a knife in our hands. Will you use it to make dinner, or to draw blood?

#dema answers #ai debate #artificial intelligence

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eliza-and-her-monsters · 5 months ago

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WEEBS!!

okay i was inspired and though anxious regardless- here are my…

Kaiju no. 8 OCS!!

i usually try and write a mix of both x reader and oc content but in all honesty i’m way better at it whenever i have a clear vision of who the character is in my brain so here is who i’ve been picturing!

you’re of course still welcome to picture x reader with any of my kn8 fics but for those who like ocs here you are! they’ll both be set in the same world just different divisions and love interests 🥰

HEAVILY featuring wifey Mina, big brother Narumi, and Rin the rizzler 🩵

also i will be yapping a lot so just prepare yourself-

(also NO character image because i can’t find ANYTHING that isn’t ai and i can’t draw worth shit so- i will let you picture whatever you want 😅🩵) (hair colors are also alluded to <3)

Name: Dr. Aria Ashiro

Age: 25

Height: 154 cm

Birthday: July 16th / Leo Sun / Cancer Moon / Scorpio Rising (no she will never know peace)

Occupation: Previous head of the scientific department for the Third Division and Engineering specialist

Backstory: From middle school to university Aria has always been known as a brainiac. Originally from England she moved to Japan whenever she was 16 to study underneath the JAKDF and immediately stunned them whether it was with her intellect or her ability to say whatever the hell she wanted whenever she wanted. Mina was smitten the moment she heard her, though under the watchful eye and influence of her professor, rattling off a series of facts about a plant kaiju emergence in an urban area and then promptly getting attitude with a then lower level officer Gen Narumi for yawning in the middle of her presentation without hesitation. Though underestimated by her peers at first, she simply didn’t take shit from anybody, something Mina really admired.

There was one issue though, well, a few issues maybe. She’s incredibly chronically ill. Starting off with juvenile rheumatoid arthritis that progressed as she got older and then a diagnosis of POTS that only made it worse. One of the worst symptoms was the autoimmunity, leaving her body essentially attacking itself. Nevertheless she fought against almost all the odds in the book until recently.

As for her relationship with Mina it couldn’t have been more meant to be if they tried. She was 18 whenever Mina was more or less thrust into saving her from a kaiju that had unknowingly regenerated whenever she was sent onto the field to collect samples for the science division. Though honestly Mina would be lying if she said she hadn’t argued her way into making herself be the person to take out the kaiju that had regenerated on her. After checking in on her in the infirmary though she felt surprisingly confident and finally let herself confess.

Headcanons/Fun Facts/Likes:

- Their first date was a skate park date, probably odd considering Aria injured her ankle during the Kaiju regeneration but she was down nonetheless, mainly because she thought a girl who skated was sexy.

- She discovered she wanted to be a scientific engineer through her obsession with legos, one that has continued on through this day and now the Ashiro penthouse is ALL decked out with massive lego sets.

- Rin once tried to flirt with her at a banquet for the defense force right after her and Mina got married and Mina was NOT having it. Though this was largely because she wanted to keep their wedding secret for a while considering the fact that for a while, while unattainable, Mina was one of the most eligible bachelorettes in Japan.

- Though she’s such a loved public figure, Mina’s not very active on social media BUT whenever she got married her account basically turned into a fan account for her.

- Works heavily with Izumo Tech on the custom weapons, they don’t make shit for the third division without consulting her first and despite the fact she’s retired they still frequently communicate with her through different designs with ammo and weapons.

- The third division originally wanted to go all out for their wedding (aka Soshiro) however they both ultimately decided they wanted something more quiet. Nevertheless though Soshiro was totally the best man and he walked Mina down the aisle and yes Bakko was absolutely the flower girl. They also had a cherry blossom wedding and Mina totally cried whenever she saw Aria walking down the aisle. Some of the officers in the third division say it was the first time they ever saw her show that much emotion.

- Mina proposed first though it was definitely unorthodoxed. She asked just about everyone she knew for advice but in the end she ended up just rolling out of bed one morning and asking her that way.

- Whenever Kafka became an officer and spilled that him and Mina were childhood friends people always wondered if she was jealous but in all honesty she really isn’t that much of a jealous person (Mina is for sure like MEGA JEALOUS). She actually really really admired him and probably fought the hardest to keep him alive because she’s definitely not afraid to stand up for herself.

- She did always highkey wonder if Mina and Rin had something at one point but jury’s still out 🤷‍♀️

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Name: Iris Narumi

Age: 23

Height: 152 cm

Birthday: February 4th / Aquarius Sun / Sagittarius Moon / Gemini Rising

Occupation: Medic for the first division / Artist

Backstory: With her and her brother’s parents dying whenever they were just kids, it was sort of up to Gen to raise his sister. Though his behavior showed the exact opposite, much like the two siblings dynamics. Gen was the ‘nightmare’ to have in class whereas Iris was the ‘delight’. All of that being said though whenever he was ostracized from an orphanage she tended to follow suit. She really hated him for it for a while, so whenever he was discovered by the defense force running back towards the orphanage to grab some toys the kids had forgotten, including her own, she didn’t mind him leaving for a while. Nevertheless though despite their estranged relationship he still sent her money with each of his paychecks so she could finally afford to actually get things she wanted.

Things had actually been going pretty well though until she turned 17 and the orphanage and the defense force both determined it would be safer for her to transfer and stay with him. Essentially kissing a lot of her art dreams goodbye to become a medic.

Headcanons/Fun Facts/Likes:

- Narumi was actually the first person she came out to and he was next level chill about it. He just paused his game, shrugged and said ‘Cool’ and went back to playing. (Also probably because he doesn’t exactly think he’s the straightest person either.)

- You would think it but whenever it comes down to the romance aspect of his sister’s life he is ALLLLLL about playing matchmaker. He’s protective, for sure, he’d kill anyone that hurt her in one strike but he would actually love it if she found someone. Mainly so that way she could find other friends besides him.

- Whenever he found out that Iris had a crush on Rin he was THRILLED actually. He made it his personal goal to be her wingman, even if it means embarrassing her in order to get Rin’s attention. It definitely helps though that Rin likes herself a bit of a helpless nerd. Even though any time she’s remotely sore Narumi’s immediately like ‘oh you better go see my sister in the infirmary.’

- Narumi would send her part of his paycheck whenever she was still in the orphanage and living without him so she’d still be able to buy anything she wanted. She was too afraid to spend it though so he was honestly horrified to see how little she had whenever he picked her up to take her back to base. She saved all of it.

- Because Narumi is so lazy whenever she isn’t working in the infirmary she gets roped into doing a lot of the technical jobs of captain which she complains to Hasegawa about a lot. But soon she found out that that meant she gets to watch some of the officers while they train.

- Narumi roped her into dying her hair like his so people would assume more that they were related. His subtle way of trying to give her more status and keep her protected within the defense force. However he ended up being jealous whenever he found out she pulls it off way more than him.

- Lowkey the first division’s sweetheart. Half of the time the officers would go to the infirmary with bullshit injuries and the most ridiculous excuses ever just to see her, something she was completely clueless to until Rin let it slip what was going on. This inspired her to step in because the moment they saw she was sitting with Iris it stopped (the bitch can be scary).

- Since she was a kid the way she showed her love was by drawing portraits of people and he won’t ever tell anybody but Narumi has kept every single one. Rin also isn’t a stranger to being obsessed with herself either so naturally she found it oddly adorable whenever she found out.

- Has an art account on instagram which honestly BLEW UP whenever she started working for the first division and people found out she was Gen Narumi’s little sister. Made her anxious as hell though so she ultimately decided to make it private.

Credits: dividers by @saradika-graphics

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