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🍌 forbidden fruit | j.sc

✼ plot: just the reader catching feelings for her younger sister’s swim coach and doing anything she can to get between his legs

✼ word count: 4.8k

✼ contains: swearing, an oc + anton, teasing with food, mild exhibitionism, unprotected sex (but he doesn’t finish inside), oral (m.r), fingering (f.r)

YOU WERE CONVINCED THAT that your younger sister was born into this world a mermaid, blessed with gorgeous locks and dazzling brown eyes that earned her the name Hazel at birth.

Though her hair now was often covered by a silicone swim cap with her honey-hued eyes shielded behind waterproof goggles, one thing that remained the same was her ability to swim as if the water simply carried her across its bumping waves.

You remember her first time in a pool like it was yesterday, her legs taking off with more ease than she ever had while walking, meanwhile, you sat idly in a donut floaty, cheering her on with smiles on both your faces.

Since then, Hazel never stopped swimming.

Though, you were more inclined to the creative arts rather than anything sporty.

Unless, the sport in question involved chasing after Hazel’s personal swim coach, Jung Sungchan: a former competitive swimmer himself until he opted to train after a minor injury.

You were careful not to let your eyes linger for longer than necessary whenever you stuck back to watch Hazel practice with him, despite the tantalizing view of Sungchan’s washboard abs poking through his swim shirt, or the way his wet hair clung to his sweaty forehead.

Well, with that description, it’s fair to say that your mind and imagination did all the lingering for you, his lower half being practically burned into your mind the moment you got a glimpse of his bulge one day.

Gosh, you felt like such a loser knowing that your main motivation to accompany your sister at swim lessons these days was for the sake of seeing Sungchan, despite how you'd barely even formed a decent relationship with him.

The key word here being decent-

“Breathe, Hazel, breathe!” Sungchan hollered, distracting you from your thoughts and drawing your attention back to your sister who had just beat her fastest 50 meter lap record of her life.

Sungchan met her at the end of the pool, “Less than 24 seconds,” she huffed proudly, just as he rejected their usual high five and instead, helped her out of the pool.

“What was that all about, hmm?”

“I’m not a baby anymore, Coach. I can hold my breath for a lot longer-”

“Don’t make anymore rookie mistakes, alright? It’s not always about time when we’re training, but efficiency.”

Hazel sighed at his words, taking off her goggles and letting them rest around her neck before looking back up at him, “Let me guess then… bobbing circuits as a punishment?”

“After break,” he smiled sarcastically, patting her on the shoulder while she chuckled at his behavior, walking off to the ladies locker room before passing a look your way, “Hey, ____?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Would you mind getting me a snack from my duffel bag? It’s in the floral container.”

“Sure,” you said, uncrossing your legs and getting up from the bleachers while gathering each others things in a backpack.

Sungchan looked at the time on his watch, and it turned out that practice was already over for the day, “On second thought, how about I treat us all for lunch today?”

His offer caught the both of you off guard, “Seriously?,” Hazel questioned, “even after the little stunt I pulled?”

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” he shrugged, washing some equipment down with a hose.

“Give me twelve minutes to get ready,” she said, skipping to the bathrooms and almost immediately turning on the shower.

You wondered how much you and Sungchan could get away with while your little sister showered.

In a perfect world, your desires would already be a part of your reality by now, instead of something that just kept you entertained during Hazel’s swim classes.

A smirk crept up Sungchan’s deer-like features, shamelessly peeking at you before directing the hose your way, splashing you with a bit of water while giggling to himself.

“What the- stop that, you big freaking dork,” you giggled back, covering your face with your hands while running over to him, grabbing the hose and turning the faucet off.

The way both your hands looked while wrapped around the dark green tube, your smaller ones contrasting with his much larger and veinier ones made your breath stop in your throat for a second, a certain memory of you two resurfacing in your thoughts.

He handed you a towel to dry off, shaking his hair out like a puppy as he took a few steps away from you, your mind finally coming back down to earth.

“My sister seems to be excelling with her training recently… you should really give her more credit for her hard work,” you started, knowing that he'd have a response to that.

“Uhuh,” he replied briefly, leaning down to loop the water hose around its designated hook on the wall, “last time I checked, motivation doesn’t start with fleeting praises, but notable progression.”

“She literally beat a record today, Coach,” you defended, tossing your old towel in the nearby laundry bin.

A bit of silence meddled between you two, your eyes trying their best to be normal as he walked closer to you, every muscle in his body standing out in your peripheral vision, almost making it pointless for you to even try looking away now.

“You already know you can call me Sungchan, ____,” he smirked, hooking a finger in the belt loop of your jeans, “and you’re still wet, by the way... ‘can see it outlining your panties…”

Gosh, you hated how your mind thought of something dirty when those words left his mouth, wanting to disappear as an unbeatable heat raised to your face, all over a brief moment between you two that started and ended with a water hose.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 Later...

The three of you were now eating lunch together at a newly opened seafood bar called Fin & Shell, just a few miles from the training center.

You were all making conversation about the quality of the fish and chips and their odd choice of placing a fruit bowl in the center of the table when Hazel got up to get more napkins, leaving you and Sungchan alone.

Your hand found his thigh under the table before stroking it, dangerously close to his private area.

“Interesting way to get your hands clean,” he joked plainly, making you laugh at yourself a bit before continuing.

“You know there's not a clean damn thing about what I'm doing right now,” you said, fingers tip-toeing around where you wanted to feel him most.

“I know what you want, ____, but I'm afraid you're out of luck these days...”

“And why's that?”

“Because, your sister looks up to me now... I've earned her respect, and it’d only hurt her if she found out about us, let alone our past,” he continued, taking a sip from his drink, “I don't wanna risk it interfering with her athletic progression.”

The fact that Sungchan valued Hazel's well-being more than you in this matter was quite baffling to be honest.

Though, you couldn't help but internally roll your eyes at his empathy, “We’ll just have to be sneaky about it, then,” you tried, hands going back to caress his now tense thighs.

“I’d rather penetrate you with this banana than my dick, ____,” he retorted playfully while picking one from the fruit basket, his cute little smile coming into show despite how you were hardly in the mood to joke around.

You took the banana from his grasp after watching him struggle to open it for a bit, looking him in the eyes while asking, “Can I have a bite?”

“Sure, but don’t be slutty about it,” he teased, looking as your teeth sunk into the banana's sweet flesh, plump lips seductively sealing with the bite before handing it back to him.

The image of you doing that would stain his mind for the next few hours, knowing deep down in the depths of his swim trunks that for professionalism or not, he was gonna get you to look at him like that again real soon.

“Uhhh, you two look strange... What’d I miss?,” Hazel chirped as she came back from her adventure to find napkins, sliding back next to you at the round table.

“Well,” you started, folding your hands over themselves, “Sungchan was just telling me about how he wouldn’t mind giving me beginner's swimming lessons tomorrow.”

“What?! No, I- ngh-,” he groaned, feeling as you applied pressure to his sensitive bulge, one of his hands flying over yours pleadingly as he redirected his initial sentence, “I mean,” he chuckled dryly, struggling to mask the way his facial features were twisting from your actions, “yeah. She’s um… really eager to develop some basic skills herself, y’know? For some sister bonding time…”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” you smiled, just as your sister began to speak.

“Oh… okay then! Sounds fun, I guess... Just don’t think I’ll be sharing my anti-fog goggles with you,” she giggled, looking at Sungchan before noticed the uncomfortable look on his face, your hand still pressing firmly against him, “you alright, Coach?”

“Yeah, just a bit... uhm...” he let out a shaky exhale, “sensitive… to my banana allergy...”

You felt his hand overcome yours with strength, making you retreat from your ministrations with a satisfied feeling in yourself.

“Okayyyy…” Hazel replied, raising her eyebrows dumbfoundedly as he got up from the table, pushing his chair in, “I’m gonna go get some water, but you two finish up. I'll be back in a bit.”

Hazel shrugged off the weird vibes y'all were giving off, taking a satisfied bite of the fish sandwich she'd ordered while you finished eating up your fries, finding immense pleasure in how flustered you got Sungchan to become.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 The next day...

You got up early the next morning, skipping your usual coffee run to avoid any 'pool cramps' while swimming as directed by myth Hazel.

You weren’t one to wear swim caps, so you just put your hair in a cute low-maintenance style, packing both you and her a mini snack to bring for the day ahead.

“Welcome, ladies,” Sungchan greeted, clapping his hands from all the energy pulsing through his veins, “There are de-fogged goggles on the rack over there… kudos to Anton for setting those up first thing, by the way.”

Anton?, you asked yourself, the name alone being nowhere near as familiar as the face you soon were met with, popping out of the water with a navy blue swimcap secured around his head, soft eyes meeting yours as an almost inaudible “hi” fell from his lips.

“Oh my God, Anton!” Hazel yelped, hopping in the water before swimming towards the later end of the pool to meet him, “last one back has to do the laundry.”

Almost immediately, your sister and him both took off with kicks like torpedos, meanwhile you tried piecing together where you recognized Anton from, and then it hit you:

He and your little sister used to train more often together back in the day, but after he got scouted for the swim team in New Jersey, you saw less and less of him over time…

Still and all, he looked quite similar to the sheepish boy Hazel used to crush on a few years back, excluding his now matured physique, of course.

They were already back to the wall by time your thoughts stopped, starting up some small talk between each other.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were gonna be back in town?” Hazel asked, out of breath from trying her hardest to out-swim Anton, who beat her by a landslide.

“Honestly I was surprised, myself. One of my mom’s coworker’s oldest son’s are getting married soon, so we flew out to celebrate... We don’t get back til a week from now, though.”

“Awesome! So that means we can spend more time together til you get back to your fancy New Jersey team,” she teased, shoving Anton’s shoulder playfully as he laughed off her words.

“Stop, you know I love it here, Hazel. This place made me who I am as a swimmer today...”

Sungchan suddenly blew the whistle around his neck, “Hazel, you’re supposed to be working on warm up’s and strength training right now. You can lallygag with Anton later, I’ll need his help and focus today.”

“His help? With what? I say this with all due respect, Coach, but aren’t you the professional here?”

“I indeed am… but he’ll be in charge of teaching ____ today.”

You and Hazel’s eyes widened simultaneously at Sungchan’s words, “You’re joking, right?”

“Nope,” he replied plainly, taking off his whistle necklace and tossing it on a nearby table, “Like you said, I’m the expert, and thus, my expertise is needed more with you, Hazel...”

Sungchan walked around the edge of the pool, keeping a steady pace as not to slip on any water as he met you where you sat, “____’s quite the handsy one, but I’m sure little Anton can manage her for the day,” he smirked, pinching your cheek before handing you a pair of goggles and walking off cheekily.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 ...

You’ll admit that your swimming lesson with Anton went well, though it was obvious you would’ve much rather spent that time with Sungchan, and you planned to give him a piece of your mind as soon as possible.

You had already showered up by now, approaching him in the pool area with every intent to get something out of him.

“So you making me splash around with a kid my sisters age was your way of getting back at me for the Fin & Shells thing, huh?,” you accused, watching as he put away some wet swimming equipment.

“You can’t make me back down that easily, y’know?”

He glanced at you for a quick second, “And what makes you think that’s my intention?”

“Just the plain fact that you’re scared to continue what we started…”

He narrowed his eyes, flicking the water off his hands before facing you head on, “No, but you should be,” he said, voice falling a little deeper, “you’ve seen me before, and that’s not something most girls are prepared for.”

“Please, don’t be so full of yourself,” you scoffed, mirroring his nonchalant voice as your eyes scanned his movements, legs following him all the way to the empty men’s locker room where he sat on a wall bench to relax, looking back at you with a slightly annoyed look on his face.

“You know?… All that stuff you said about professionalism was bullshit… we’ve crossed that line way long ago, and your size isn’t gonna get in the way… trust me...”

You made your way over to sit on his lap, straddling him with your hands at his shoulders.

“God, you’re so overbearing,” he sighed, your lips immediately finding his jawline, causing his words to fall out as hums instead of coherent syllables, “d’you understand what you’re playing with right now?”

“Mhm,” you hummed back, gently nibbling the space underneath his ear.

His hands clung to your loose top as a way to control himself, but also because he wanted more, your hips rocking against his being enough to make him feel needy.

Not that he’d ever admit that to you though…

Your hot and wet kisses started to trail from Sungchan’s neck and to his plush lips, your hands sliding under his shirt to feel him as he mirrored your energy, lips moving in sync.

He was giving in to your ministrations, and you could tell by his breathing, which had become jagged and heavy… not in a submissive way, but with desire.

Frustration, even.

The muscles in his abdomen tensed and relaxed as you went back to kissing his neck, hoping that your lips would leave a mark or two while you were at it, “We can worry about a backup plan later, Sungchan—”

He groaned faintly, just as you pressed your core harder against him, feeling his hardness grow between your thighs.

Sungchan’s mind was getting fuzzy to the point where your words became like background music, present to him, but impossible to really focus on.

And he didn’t like that one bit…

The way you persuaded him so easily, having his dry mouth on the verge of begging you to kiss him again.

If this was gonna happen between you two, he wanted to be the one in charge.

“Fine,” he said sharply, causing you to look into his dark brown eyes, which were still slightly watery from the chlorine in the pool water.

“I just need to make sure you can handle it first,” Sungchan continued, guiding you off of his lap by the waist before digging his thumb into your shoulder, forcing you down to your knees in front of him.

His hands found your hair, leading your cheek to his bulge and lifting his hips to grind into your face slightly, eager to explore the friction but still wanting to test himself.

Test his self-control despite how it was basically out the window by now.

You clung to his toned thighs to keep your balance, eyelids fluttering shut before he smacked you gently on the other cheek, making you look back up at him once again as he rutted a little harder.

“Too big for you, baby?,” he teased, all of that while snickering under his breath, biting his lip before a smirk appeared on his stupid hot face.

It was always strangely exciting honestly… watching him switch from hot to cold, turning himself on just from jumping your cheek.

Everything you’ve been waiting for.

“I can feel you twitching,” you hummed, turning your head to face his heat head on, giving him sirenic eyes as you poked your tongue out, licking a stripe along his clothed member, “can hardly taste you through these pants, though…”

He cooed at your words, stroking your hair as you kept licking him up, a dark spot forming on his pants from your spit and probably some of his precum.

“Can you at least pretend you’re not such an eager slut for me?” He tried teasing, even though his voice sounded a bit strained.

You trailed a finger from his clothed tip to the drawstring of his pants before pulling the bow a loose, “We both know that’s not what you really want, Sungie...”

Shimmying his pants down, you were not at all surprised when his cock sprung out like a hot stinger, slapping against his stomach with an angry vein trailing its underside.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, watching as you didn’t hesitate to take him in your mouth, bobbing your head slowly to adjust to his size, but you could hardly fit more than half of him into your mouth.

“Easy there, ____,” he said in a deepened voice, feeling his balls tighten at the way you gagged around him, trying to fit it all in.

Releasing your lips with a pop, your jerked him with your hand, looking him dead in the eyes before reassuring him, “I can take it.”

“Prove it to me then…,” he challenged you, “or else this is all you’re getting…”

You internally scoffed at his words, “Having second thoughts?”

“No… Just don’t wanna risk breaking you before I even get started properly…”

The top of your tongue found his slit again, running rough stripes past it and suddenly asking, “We’re already taking a risk, why stop here?”

He let you continue fooling around with his dick for a little more until he pulled your chin away, looking you in the eyes-

“Get on your back.”

The voice you heard was enough to make you recognize what was really going on.

“W-what?,” you asked confusedly, having been snapped out of your mind, yet still feeling as though only half of you was present.

“I said get on your back? So we can stretch first?,” Anton said, mirroring the same dumbfounded look you had on your face.

“Oh... sorry, I uh... I got distracted...”

“Its okay,” he answered softly, leading you to the training mat on the floor, “let's just stay focused for now, alright? Once you fully lay down, start by pulling your knees to your chest to stretch out your hamstrings...”

Anton's voice faded into the background of your mind as your body continued to follow his instructions, somewhat thankful for the dark colored fitness clothes you wore considering how wet you'd gotten over your little memory about Sungchan.

It was the first time you actually did anything sexual with him.

It happened over four months ago, but you still remembered the whole thing like it happened yesterday.

Though, Sungchan eventually ended your secret fling for the sake of Hazel, not wanting to hurt her or risk ruining things between you two for 'fleeting feelings.'

Even so, you’d just been so down bad for him all this time that it was getting harder to respect that boundary of his...

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 Later...

Hazel and Anton had ran off to get smoothies together after practice with your permission obviously, Sungchan having stayed back to put the lane lines back in the pool after y’all finished training.

You asked if it was okay for you to hang back in the pool til he shut down the area, just so you could 'work on what you learned.'

He didn't talk to you much, which only annoyed you, leading to your sneaky backup plan to get his attention.

“Sungchanie~,” you sang in a whiny tone, “I need your help!”

“What is it this time?,” he asked, not even looking at you as he busied himself with putting away the tool box he was using.

“My bikini top came off... it floated away…”

“____, stop messing around, alright?”

“I'm serious,” you pleaded facetiously, covering your chest with your arms to sell your performance, “I'd get it myself, but it’s in the deep, so I can't.”

He sighed with a stern look on his face before answering, "Alright, just- … gimme a sec."

Sungchan took off his shirt, tossing it to the side before diving in the pool to fish around for your bra.

He found it pretty quickly, swimming back to the surface while treading with it in his hand.

“This it?” He asked, regardless of how obvious the answer was.

“Mhm…” You nodded back with a lil too much enthusiasm, sitting at the swim steps and waiting for him to go back under the water as you sneakily took off you bikini bottom next, waiting to see his reaction once he came over to you.

Bubbles erupted from his nose underwater, the sight of your bare core causing him to stumble over his trained breathing pattern.

You giggled a bit at his reaction, still covering your tits as his head flew up, shaking the water from his hair in a way that only made you want him more, which obviously wasn't his intention given the look on his face.

“What do you think this is? Some kind of game?” He snapped sharply, tossing your bra to you and using the steps to get out of the pool, just as you reached for his wrist to pull him back.

“Sungchan, wait! I'm sorry—” you started, but his hand left yours anyway, feet moving in the opposite direction of you before a soft "please," left your lips, making him pause in his tracks.

He sighed, “What?,” but it sounded more like a statement than a question.

“Can't you see that I'm losing my mind over this?” you answered with a defeated voice.

“It's not a good time right now, ____—”

“God, would you stop being so uptight like you don't want this, too?”

“I never said anything like that—”

“Because you don't have to,” you interrupted, cutting him off as a lump formed in your throat, not from sadness, but from exhaustion: you didn't know how much longer you could keep chasing him…

Without hesitation, you started to put your two-piece back on, water splashing a bit with your movements as he stood there coldly, not even looking you in the eye as you continued to speak, “You're right, Sungchan... this is all just a silly little game, and I seriously should've stopped trying a long time ago-”

“Just shut up, alright?” he retorted, looking you in the eyes as his body inched closer towards you, your eyebrows furrowing at the harsh tone of his words.

“Excuse me—”

“You win, ____,” his voice was deeper this time, wet hands finding your neck before caressing up your face, everything going black once he found your lips, sealing the the tension with a kiss, “I'll let you have your way.”

HIs tongue tangled with yours as he pulled you impossibly close to him, your heart nearly beating out of your chest before he backed away, hands gripping at everything from your boobs to your hips as he kissed down your sensitive neck.

Your legs subconsciously parting for him as you felt him start to suck at the exposed flesh there.

You don't even remember saying much of anything once he found your bikini, sliding it over as his fingers came into contact with your folds, barely touching you before you started squirming.

“God, you're so dramatic,” he shook his head, applying pressure to your clit with his cold fingers, contrasted with your increasing warmth.

“It’s not my fault you make me this way,” you purred, letting him kiss on you so hard that he left little marks behind, already getting you so worked up that even the simplest of his ministrations seemed intense.

That was when he sped up the movements of his fingers, not even sure how long he'd been at that pace before you started to feel tantalized, wanting to feel his dick before he made you finish.

It was strange though, the way your slick stood out against the water, his fingers gliding in and out of your hole as his thumb circled your sweet spot.

He was making you fall apart, and at that, single-handedly.

“Sungchan~,” you whined shyly, thankful for his arm maintaining your balance as your hands remained around the loop of your bra, giving you something to grab onto as he kept fucking you with his fingers, “I wanna feel you...”

As simple as those four words were, Sungchan knew exactly what you meant and wanted from him, but decided to mess with you nonetheless…

“Baby? You're already falling apart… what makes you think you can handle any more?” he teased, trying to act all tough with you even though he was about to buss in his pants given how unreal you looked in this moment.

Lower lip swollen from the way you bit down on it to hide your sounds, neck sprouting with darkening hickeys, hands clinging to your own tits for leverage, and your wet hair sprawled all over your head...

This was a view that could never get old to him, if he was even lucky enough to see it every single day.

“Please... fuck, just- mmm,” you stumbled over your words, feeling lightheaded as moans fell from your mouth like rehearsed melodies, your back arching even more as his fingers were in knuckle-deep now, your approaching climax causing you to open up for him.

“Cum for me,” he whispered, putting his forehead against yours, thumb relentlessly toying with your clit as he grew more eager in his own pants.

As much as you wanted to refuse his words for the sake of saving your orgasm, you couldn't help but to release, creaming all over his long and slender fingers as you felt your high in every part of your body.

Sungchan didn't hesitate to pull his fingers away from you, sliding down his trousers and spreading your slick across his length under the water.

“You've got another one in you for me, yea?,” he asked, voice sounding rasp as he pressed his tip against you, your trembling thighs struggling to stay open.

“Gimme a sec to come down first,” you nearly begged, watching his eyes grow darker as he pushed through your thighs, hips meeting yours with a splash.

“You know we don't have time for that, ____,” he continued with a suppressed groan, feeling his dick warm up all your insides as he slid past your wetness and bottomed out, guiding your hands from your chest to his shoulders... “just hang on, okay?”

You barely even nodded before he started fucking into you, walls giving in to his size thanks to the water, but you'd be lying if you said it didn't hurt just a little bit.

He caught sight to your discomfort early on, catching your lips with his to keep your mind off the pain, both your breaths sounding shaky now from all the action.

He started to pick up the pace again, not bothering to hide his moans anymore as you clenched around him so hard, he didn't think he'd be able to get back out.

Your wet hands clung to his broad shoulders, glimmered with beads of the pool water from his movements.

Feeling your hips chase his as the pain faded back to pleasure, you knew you were close, especially considering how little time you had between orgasming.

His stamina impressed you honestly, given how he'd been working all day yet still had enough energy to fuck you like this.

A broken whimper fell from his pink lips, words getting lost in his throat even though he had no idea what he wanted to say in this moment.

He was practically intoxicated by the way you made him feel, cursing himself internally for pushing away so many times.

He panted your name out loud, teeth grazing your neck as his head hung in the space provided, feeling weak all of a sudden, “I'm close.”

“Then don't stop,” you huffed back, caressing his pretty face as he chased his high, the water rocking with his movements as he felt his stomach tighten, spurts of his sticky release barely having enough time to coat you before he pulled out, fisting himself in a failed attempt to catch his release.

“Aww, fuck... fuckkk,” he groaned, watching the strings of his cum slip past his fingers and into the water, some of it hitting your legs.

Of course he would've preferred to finish inside you, but he thought it'd be respectful to at least pull out.

You held him close with your thighs around him, giggling a bit at the way he struggled to contain himself.

“You really should've just came inside me, y’know,”you said, feeling a throb in your core after everything.

“Very funny,” was all he said before pulling up his swim trucks and splashing a bit of water on you.

It was interesting seeing how Sungchan could go from hot to playful in a matter of seconds with you.

After everything that'd just happened, the poor guy wasn't at all in the mood to re-clean the pool thanks to the mess you two just made.

So instead, he offered a hand to help you up before carrying you out of the pool, knowing that it wouldn't be easy for you to walk with your legs still shaking.

Neither of you knew how much time you had left til Anton and Hazel came back, but one thing for sure was that you and Sungchan would keep playing this game for a lot longer than planned.

You said so yourself... you'd just have to be more sneaky about it.

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Ahem. So, I spent the last day force-feeding Stable Diffusion my art to teach it the concept of an anthropomorphic insect. As a result, I have a working LoRA that imitates my coloring style fairly decently and it can kinda do bug anthros. Emphasis on "kinda", it still needs a lot of iterations to be able to maintain proportions on it's own. However, it does quite great when provided with a simple line drawing as a quideline. Here are some examples I whipped up in like 2 hours. Input image:

AI's pure output:

After touchup:

There was quite a bit of touchup on this first attempt with the generation serving mostly as a rough under drawing, but then again I didn't stress the network with details too much. Then I tried squeezing more definition out of it. Attempt 2:

It can be quite competent when I supplement it with styles it knows well. I only used 30 of my own images to teach it, so it might be a little starved for examples at the moment. Adding "Bob Eggleton" seems to knock some sense into it for now. Okay, still images are working, now let's bash Neuroslug against some animation.

For something named Stable Diffusion it's not the most stable, huh. I'm still pleased with the result though, it's pretty cute. And while trying to make it cute I learned a little thing. AI art isn't art. It's a mixture of alchemy, gambling, detective work and demon summoning it seems. And a bit of just art. What I mean by that is that it can attach very unexpected meanings to words. Since I trained the AI on just anthro insects, it follows their defined anatomy quite closely. Specifically, they do not have breasts. As a result, adding "with big boobs" to the prompt changed the shading style and colors but not the actual anatomy. And so, most of my prompts have this lovely phrase just to improve the colors. 'Kay, time for the freak show. At some point during testing the machine decided that my moth isn't decent enough and put panties on her suddenly.

Now that's a booty

Look at those eyes

They have seen things As you can probably tell these have no sketch to guide the result.

It's still bad but it's got the right spirit.

THICC

Surprisingly cute even if janky.

Looks better than it has any right to Now I'll crawl back into my hole to play with settings for an indeterminate amount of time. I'll publish my mini-me for you all to mess with once I deem it stable enough.

#slug's experiments #anthro #insect #moth #wooo i'm giddy #all the things I can do now #It's like i was gifted double length days to make stuff #with this i can make comics in painterly style that would be too time consuming otherwise

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little-lee-froggie · 7 months

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I recently watch the spooky month web series, and I drew some of the characters :D I don’t share a lot of art here cuz often my art is just random characters, self portraits, and a few random words and scribbles, but I wanted to post these, so here they are!

If you couldn’t tell, it was my first time drawing pump lol. I’m not super proud if Lila or skid or frank, but bob and John are pretty decent imo. They’re also the two I’ve drawn some of the most, and two of my favourite characters, so ya :) Spooky month :D

#spooky month #spooky month fanart #spooky month bob #spooky month john #spooky month frank #spooky month skid #spooky month lila #spooky month pump #skid and pump #web series

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sol-draws-sometimes · 1 month

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YOO BOB ROSSING IT UP

I went to a bday party and we did oil painting!!!

Everyone was just drawing what they wanted, since they actually had oil paints, I decided to followed a bob ross vid with the volume low and talked with my friends!

The canvas wasn’t primed and only water was provided (so the brushes were fucked by the end cause according to bob ross video that autoplayed when I got home, you need paint thinner)

ANYWAY BEHOLD!!!

(Blurred my signature and replaced with online signature)

For my first oil painting and Bob Ross vid in a casual environment/not the best circumstances, I think it’s pretty decent first try!

Also here is the aftermath!

I got SO MESSY(Don’t worry I was okay with sacrificing my Schitts Creek shirt)

#sol talks #my post #my art #bob ross

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demonsfate · 6 months

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Ooc: Who was your first OC? (Luna) 🐰

MUN QUESTIONS ! / ACCEPTING !

My first OC was a Sonic the Hedgehog one. If I looked deep enough through my old art I have somewhere, I can probably find old drawings of her. But her name was Daisy the Cat. She was an orange cat in a red tee and a blue skirt, I believe. She had blue hair that was cut into a bob. She had a boyfriend I made alongside her named Buddy the Hedgehog, who... yup, is practically just a Sonic recolor except he's red, had "hair" like Tails on the front of his head, and he wore an orange Hawaiian shirt, I think. For some reason it's a lot of children's curses to make a sonic recolor as one of their first OCs.

The first OC I wrote on tumblr, however... I thiiiiiink it was a 1950s house"wife" who was a serial killer? Her name might've been Betty, but I honestly forget now lol. I don't think her blog lasted too long. I've only RP'd a few OCs whose blogs lasted a decent time.

#✏️ - ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ // (ooc)#✏️ - ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ? // (inbox)#// ty luna-mun <:)

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combatfaerie · 4 months

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Ficlet: Found

Story: Found Word count: 952 Prompt: Kissing in a pillowfort Also available at: AO3 and Wattpad and dreamwidth Summary: Yet another game of hide-and-seek gets derailed.

"Oh no!" Becky's voice rang through the house. "Where can Roux be? Is she... under the dog bed?" She stooped to lift Kevin's plaid dog bed just in case Roux was watching. "Nope, not there. Maybe in the coat closet?" She opened the door as loudly as she could, but she couldn't hear any tell-tale giggles. "Nope, not here either. Where could she be?" Looking into the living room, she thought she saw Roux's pillowfort shake a bit. "I know! She must be in the kitchen!" She walked loudly in that direction before turning back, tiptoeing over to the pillowfort and looking inside.

Roux wasn't in there. But Seth was. "Shhhh," he whispered, putting a finger to his lips. "I'm hiding."

Becky gestured at the pillowfort. They had enough pillows to make a decent-sized one, but it was still more for a child than an adult—and certainly not a tall, professional athlete. "How?"

Seth grinned. "They don't call me The Architect for nothing, you know."

"I also know they call you The Visionary now, so...." Becky knelt down and gingerly crept into the pillowfort, not wanting to ruin Seth and Roux's hard work with an accidental bump. "Huh. Wow. This is pretty good."

"Of course it is." Seth preened a bit, shuffling over to the side to give Becky some room. "I might have got a few pointers from Roman, but...."

"But you did the work," Becky finished. "And Roux loves it."

"She also loves the take-out menus from the Chinese restaurant that come in the mail," Seth pointed out, "so I'm not sure how much that means. I'll take the compliment, though."

"Damn right you will." Becky kissed his cheek. "You're such a great dad. We're lucky to have you."

Seth shook his head, bringing Becky's hand to his mouth and kissing it. "Nah. I'm the lucky one."

"I am," Becky insisted. "Smoke-show husband, wonderful daughter, dream job that lets me keep my family together on the road...."

"Because you're The Man. WWE would have been stupid to let you go. You're easily the most popular woman in the past decade. You make them a ton of money." Seth leaned down to kiss her. "They should be bending over backwards to make you happy."

Becky laughed. "I like it better when you do that."

"Kinda hard in here," Seth admitted, "but later...." He pulled Becky closer and kissed her again, hooking an arm behind her knees to draw her up onto his lap.

The pillowfort was wonderfully warm and dim, little rays of light peeking through where two pillows or cushions didn't join quite close enough, and the coziness made it feel like its own little world. Becky hadn't entirely forgotten about their game of hide and seek, but she forgot herself for a moment. In that hazy little space, she didn't have to think about what she had left to do on her book or what women she could help elevate on RAW. There was just her and Seth and the comfortable life they had built—

"Why aren't you finding me?" Hands on her hips, Roux stared into the pillowfort entrance at her parents, who stopped kissing reluctantly.

"Because I was distracting Mama with kisses so you would win," Seth said smoothly. "Since Mama didn't find you, you won."

"But you got kisses," Roux pointed out with a hint of a pout.

"We have more kisses if you want some," Becky replied, moving off Seth's lap and sitting beside him as best she could. There wasn't a ton of room in the pillowfort now that there were two grown adults in there, but Roux could easily fit between them.

"Yes, please." Roux crawled into the pillowfort and settled on Seth's lap, tapping her cheek. Seth kissed her first, making her giggle as his beard tickled her face. Then Becky kissed her other cheek. "I found you," Roux insisted. "I win."

"That's right. You won this round," Becky agreed. "That means you get to pick dessert for tonight. What would you like?"

"Hm." Roux bobbed her head back and forth, making a great show of thinking. "Chocolate!" she declared at last.

"Chocolate what, sweet girl?" Becky nuzzled her cheek. "Chocolate ice cream or chocolate brownie or chocolate cake...?"

"The brownie and the ice cream," Roux said slowly. "Like in the ship bowl."

"Ship bowl...?" Becky was drawing a blank, so she looked to Seth for support.

"Do you mean the long bowl, Roux?" Seth made a scooping motion with his hand. "And there was the warm brownie and the ice cream melted on top?"

"Yeah!" Roux nodded eagerly. "But chocolate ice cream, not vanilla."

"I think it was called a Hot Fudge Brownie?" Seth's nose twitched as he tried to think. "I think it was at the restaurant we went to in some airport. Boston, maybe? I can't remember."

"It had sprinkles," Roux added with a note of hope in her voice.

"Well, we definitely have sprinkles in the house." Becky kissed the top of Roux's head. "Let's get out of the fort and we'll see what we have in the fridge and what we need to get."

Roux gave her an incredulous look. "You'll just kiss Dada again."

"Not true. I would want to," Becky allowed, looking up at Seth, who was trying not to laugh. "But I promise I'll be out right after you."

"Okay." The dubiousness in Roux's tone was almost comical as she started her way back out of the pillowfort. "I'm watching."

"I know." Becky turned around as best she could and started heading out of the small tunnel.

Seth grinned, giving her ass a gentle smack. "I'm watching too."

"Oh, trust me, I know."

#combatfaerie fic #brollins fic #rollynch fic

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ithinkabouttzu · 1 year

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Hey I was wondering if I could get a Band of Brothers male ship? Thanks :)

I have short dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have pearl earrings currently. I am 5'6. I am also ftm and gay. He/him pronouns

I am currently learning German and Ukrainian. I play the cello (I would say that I'm pretty decent at it). I want to join the paratroopers soon and maybe get a doctorate degree in the medical field. I like writing books, reading, and drawing. I am very interested in history, mainly the 20th century. I also know how to cross-country ski and love the winter.

My MBTI type if I remember correctly is INTJ. I love procrastinating and do well under a lot of pressure. I'm also very stubborn and awkward with talking to people so I don't have many close friends. For some reason, I have a sort of knack for doing things well, even if it's the first time I've tried it and that might be because I listen really closely to stuff to make sure I'm doing everything correctly. I need a straightforward path and a list of things I should do to get something done.

I have depression, anxiety and maybe (I say maybe because it's undiagnosed) maladaptive daydreaming, which basically means I daydream too much that it's a problem. Any small words of affection or reassurance sends me through the roof and makes me happy for the rest of the day (idk why). I also get angry very quickly and forget things quickly.

I am converting to Judaism so that’s cool. My sense of clothing style is just me pretending I’m in the military, pleather jackets, heavy jackets that are either camo or dark green, aviator sunglasses, a lot of neutral colours, fancy dress shirts/blouses, combat boots (which I currently do not own so just tennis shoes or winter boots), I have a few BoB pins which I have created on my own :) I like wearing t-shirts in winter under my jacket just because. The t-shirts usually have designs like aeroplanes, space, and museum shirts. I also have a collection of shirts from places I’ve never been cause I think it’s hilarious. I do a lot of things just cuz I think they’re funny.

I keep a lot of stuff in my pockets “just in case”. I impulse buy, which is a big insecurity of mine. People intimidate me easily so I usually wait to get approached to start a conversation. I like watching adventure shows like extinct or alive or expedition unknown.

I would say that I have a very dark sense of humour and am almost always sarcastic when talking to my friends (also I love irony). I have an interesting music taste, most any song I listen to goes onto my liked songs on Spotify heh. I sometimes slip into a British accent or one that isn’t mine at all. I also tend to get myself injured at least once daily and now it’s a running joke with my friends.

I don’t really know much about romance, but I try. I don’t like that much physical affection but I do like praise, as I said before, and gifts. I love giving gifts to people. <3

Thank you so much for your request! btw you sound so cool like omg let’s be friends bae (Also sorry for the long wait!) 😫💗

I ship you with…

Bull Randleman!

song recommendation: Melting - Kali Uchis

- Okay bestie so hear me out, you and him would just click to me, i just feel like he’s so patient and loving with you it would be so freakin nice omg, and the way you are thoughtful and gentle to him is just so amazing, like this is my otp right here

- he would probably make the first move, you’d look so good that night you guys met he just couldn’t resist not talking to you, he was probably a little nervous at first, but the thought of making a move before him and getting to talk to you made him impulsive make his way towards you

- when getting to know you, he would think you’re so versatile and so smart, he couldn’t help but bring a smile to his face when he hears you talk about all of your ambitions and goals that you’ve set out for yourself.

- And don’t even get me started on how he would be sooo interested on the fact that you’re a writer and just an artist in general, like he just thinks it’s so cool that you can just write something up and it can be like super good, and when you’re drawing don’t be mad when he’s right behind you watching your every move 🤣 like he just wants to see how you can draw so well, like what the heck??

- He knows you like history (he’s an attentive boi) so he would always bringing up watching something that has to do with history maybe something in the smithsonian channel or just a random movie, (as long as you watch his western movies with him after LOL )

- I could def see you guys watching one of those documentaries or movies on the roaring 20s or something else you you like from the 20th century, just a reminder though, that the whole time you try to watch the movie he’s gonna be trying to initiate (if you’re okay with it ofc) a little make out sess in between the movie 🤣

- speaking of tv, let me tell you how you guys would throwdown on some adventure unknown episodes, like both of you would enjoy watching stuff that like so much, before y’all usually go to bed y’all would probably watch something like that every night LOL

- you guys have a very different sense of humor but both of yours honestly go so well together like when you make a dark joke he’ll just be like 😳 at first then start to laugh about it, the one thing that you guys do have, is some good ass sarcasm, like together you guys can be so funny with it actually, like y’all will be in y’all’s own little world while everybody else is like, “what are they laughing at?”

- most the time he tries to be the best support system for you, not matter what, if you need him he’s there rain or shine, even if he sometimes disagrees with what it is you’re doing (if it is he’ll most likely talk to you in private about it but he will always support and defend you in public no matter what) Also let me mention if someone ever hurts you? literally pray for them bc that man is going to END them, like no one hurts his bae EVER.

- When you get angry, it depends, he will usually give you your space to cool off, then you guys can talk about whatever is bothering you, but if you’re more sad angry, he will just sit there and hold you and tell you everything will be alright, he’s one of those people that are like, “what’s made you mad and what can I do to fix it?” If he mad you mad he will of course say sorry to you and at the end of the day you guys always resolve arguments and stuff like that with each other

- to him, your pockets are like the hat in “Cat In The Hat” 🤣 like there is no telling what the heck is in there or what he might find if he puts his hand in there, but it can also come in handy when he needs some change or something like that

- you’re his clumsy bae and whenever you guys are together, he always tries his best to get you to *not* fall or hurt yourself when he’s around. He honestly thinks it’s a little cute at first, just because you’re always going and going, not being careful at all 😭 “Slow down honey, you’re gonna get hurt!” (momma bull activated LMAO)

- he makes SURE to remind you how much he loves and cares about you, he knows that every day isn’t always guaranteed, so he always will show you and tell you how grateful he is to be yours and yours only🥹 (he’s so soft omg i love him)

- your style is so unique to him, like you clothing choice is SUPERIOR to him don’t even get me started, and it’s so funny when he is just going through your closet (don’t ask me why he is, he just is 🤫) and he sees all of these shirts with cities on them, and he’s just like, “you’ve been here before?” and you’re just like “no?” LOLOLOL

- dude he would find it sooo cool that you can speak multiple languages, like maybe even teach him some because i think he would be really interested in it, and when others ask about all of the languages you can speak he’ll just think to himself like, “yeah that’s right, I have a smart bf 😌”

- Okay okay, imagine, you and him have a shared playlist on spotify, and sometimes you guys will play that playlist and just dance around together lovingly, also it’s so funny bc the playlist consists mostly of songs that you put in it, while he has maybe 1/5 of his song recs on there LOL

- he also loves when you give him gifts, he’ll never admit it bc he doesn’t want to seem greedy, but just the thought of you taking time out of your day to buy him something he likes, just thinking of him like that makes his heart absolutely melt

- he knows you can also forget things quite easily so when you guys are about to go somewhere this man comes PREPARED, like one time you guys were going to go to the bowling alley, and when you got there you realized that you forgot socks, dw tho bc he already had an extra pair of socks bc he knew you’d forget them 😭

- canon: you teach bull how to ski (LOL) as we know, this man does not go skiing like ever, i mean he lives in the south so there’s barely ever any snow in the winters (coming from another southerner) but maybe for a vacay you guys go to a ski resort or something like that, and he’s mostly there bc of the jacuzzis bc he does NOT know how to ski at ALL, but you end up showing him how, it was funny at first though because just imagine him, this strong guy, being nervous to ski for the first time LOL

- During the wintertimes just know this man loves to cuddle up to you like a totally snuggle bug, like just know you won’t be cold at ALL because you know this man will keep you warm all through winter.

- but you guys would be SO good for each other like actually, he takes care of you so well and you do the same exact thing for him, ugh this relationship is too cute

Thank you for your request again hon!! I hope you enjoy! 💛💖

#band of brothers #band of brothers ship #bull randleman #ithinkabouttzu

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avereypurdy · 1 year

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Hi Averey, I am sure you get this every now and then, but I was a huge fan of Tales from Runescape growing up. Etoile and Albert were my favorite characters, and to this day I think of Bob every time I see cheese. If you don't mind me asking, what advice would you have for a beginner artist? I would like to start making webcomics, no matter how simple, but is there any software you would recommend or some online resources to improve my drawing?

Thank you in advance! I cannot stress enough how much of a fan I was of Tales from Runescape.

Man, how are people even FINDING me on here, haha.

First of all - thank you! So weird hearing people referring to my old characters by name in this day and age.

I wish I had decent advice to give to you but honestly, back when I was making TFR I was a very young teenager using the most basic tools at my disposal, MS Paint and Windows Movie Maker. Even now I use the bare minimum when it comes to personal art, so I feel like I can't realistically dish out any worthy artistic advice.

The only thing I can say to you is if you want to create a webcomic just go for it. Try not to get too hung up on making it perfect from the get-go, you'll naturally pick up skills with time and effort as you go along. Use references for drawings (I usually just look up stock photos and copyright-free images for pose references) but don't fuss too much if your art doesn't look the way you want it to if you're just starting out. Just write whatever story it is that you want to tell and try not to get hung up on writing it for anyone else, or comparing it to anything else that's already out there (there's certainly WAY more competition online these days compared to the wee days of the internet in 2006).

Good luck to you!

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liebgottsjumpwings · 1 year

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Hello! I saw that you are doing ships and thought that I'd put my description here! Thanks for doing these :)

I have short dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have pearl earrings currently. I am 5'6. I am also ftm and gay. He/him pronouns

I don’t really know much about romance, but I try. I don’t like that much physical affection but I do like praise, as I said before, and gifts. I love giving gifts to people.

Hi! Can I just say that from the sound of it, I absolutely adore your clothing style!

As for your ship... I ship you with;

Lewis Nixon

Ps. the gif above is mine!

Ok.. hear me out, Nix is an ENTP (you cannot argue with me on this). And if the INTJ x ENTP fandom has a million fans, I am one of them. If the INTJ x ENTP fandom has one fan, it is me. If the INTJ x ENTP fandom has zero fans, I have been assassinated.

Awkward introvert meets charming extrovert, cute cute cute match! You said that you are stubborn and awkward when talking to people. Well, guess what? Lewis will persist and he will get you to talk. I think, when first meeting, this also would be the first thing you two note about each other. Nix has this charm around him and he will use it to try and get you to talk.

Following that, you say you have a knack for things doing well, even if it is your first time. I think Nix would really admire this, but also be able to help you when that drive for doing well turns into stress. I feel like he has this aura and attitude of light-heartedness that can help with comforting stress around perfection.

Where that light-heartedness may clash though, is when his communication isn't as clear as you may need it to be sometimes. However, I also feel like Lewis is the type of person you can just say that to his face and he will be mindful of it.

Also!! Nix's love language (in my eyes) is definitely partially words of affirmation and once he's noticed your giddiness whenever he compliments you or makes any positive comment, this man will go ham. Expect love-filled words all day with him.

Which means that when you feel down, he will be there to simply hold you, if that is what you need. When you have slumps that last days, he'll check in on you often by just placing his hand somewhere and asking you how you are doing and telling you that you are doing ok, and if you are not, he'll use his words to make sure you would feel at least somewhat ok. Knowing that you do not enjoy physical affection as much, his touches would be small and short. I think Nix has a very low-key way of showing that he cares and it is understood between you two that he has.

Lewis would absolutely join in with you in doing things just because they're funny. He has this positive carelessness around him that would definitely add to that. Your t-shirt collection would probably eventually grow and grow and every once in a while, Nix would bring home the most outrageous t-shirts from places that have you wondering where they came from. Like the time he somehow found a t-shirt from an obscure convention that was held years ago in some small town on the other side of the world. He thought it was hilarious and wore it for days.

Speaking of clothes, Nixon loves your style for several reasons. Reason one; it's attractive as hell. Reason two; it means you can steal most, if not all of his clothes and they all look good on you. And, Nixon happens to absolutely be smitten with you wearing his clothes. He'd probably make you wear his aviators more than he wears them himself.

Another thing that matches well is your sense of humor. I think Nix's humor is like yours, dark, sarcastic and ironic. When you two are around others, that shared humor are little moments of bonding. You two laughing about a joke either of you two made. It makes Nix smile for the entire day.

Nixon would not mind your lack of knowledge about romance at all. I think it ties back to his general sense of light-heartedness and easy going stuff. To him, romance does not have to be this one, clear and graspable thing. It comes naturally and he is more than happy to share romantic moments with you. And whenever you come to him with things to gift him, he is in Heaven and falls a little more in love with each time you do.

Generally, this relationship would be filled with so much gentle love.

#ship #band of brothers #band of brothers x reader #hbo war #long post #hope you like it!

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