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the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
In the spirit of encouraging people to comment on fanfics while also making it easier to do so, I feel obliged to share a browser extension for ao3 that has quite literally revolutionized the comment game for me.
I present to you: the floating ao3 comment box!
From what I've seen, a big problem for many people is that once you reach the comments at the bottom of a fic, your memory of it miraculously disappears. Anything you wanted to say is stuck ten paragraphs ago, and you barely remember what you thought while reading. This fixes that!
I'll give a little explanation on the features and how it works, but if you want to skip all that, here's the link.
Edit: Yes, this also works on mobile!
The extension is visible as a small blue box in the upper left corner.
(Side note: The green colouring is not from the extension, that's me.)
If you click on it, you open a comment box window at the bottom of your screen but not at the bottom of the fic. I opened my own fic for demonstrative purposes.
The website also gives explanations on how exactly it functions, but I'll summarize regardless.
insert selection -> if you highlight a sentence in the fic it will be added in italics to the comment box
add to comment box -> once you're done writing your comment, you click this button and the entire thing will automatically copied to the ao3 comment box
delete -> self explanatory
on mulitchapter fics, you will be given the option to either add the comment to just the current chapter or the entire fic
The best part? You can simply close the window the same way you opened it and your progress will automatically be saved. So you can open it, comment on a paragraph, and then close it and keep reading without having the box in your face.
Comments are what keep writers going, and as both a writer and a reader, I think it's such an easy way of showing support and enthusiasm.
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reblogging is what keeps this site alive and functional and should be practiced
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Can we potentially get a lil thing set in the Playroom verse with fluff between everyone? Pretty please? 🥺
I don't really have much inspiration for the Playroom at the moment, but here are some scenes that are almost kinda spicy yet fluffy?
Seth is on his knees, Finn's right foot pressing lightly on his crotch, and Seth is securing the sock garters on his husband while almost dizzy with want, because he's wearing a tie that used to be Finn's and had been wrapped around Finn's dick just last week; it may have been laundered thoroughly but Seth swears he can still smell Finn's musk on it, and Finn is brushing his fingers along Seth's scruff and murmuring praises that Seth is so attentive, so sweet, so loving a husband, how lucky Finn is to have him
Mustafa has beefed up spectacularly and Joe loves every ounce of muscle his baby's packed on, and when they spar, Joe doesn't have to hold back as much, and if Mustafa manages to land three consecutive blows before Joe can retaliate, his throat gets wonderfully wrecked, which is great incentive; Joe massages Mustafa after a day at the gym, and usually finishes the massage with a very happy ending
Tyler is busy as ever managing his burgeoning fashion empire, and Roman has his own business to oversee, but they always schedule date nights and no one is to disturb them unless there is an actual fire or someone is actively dying. They don't always go out; paparazzi aren't as interested in them anymore but there are still a few, and besides, Roman can cook dinner and flirt with his Tyler and ride Tyler's gorgeous dick anywhere in the mansion, they don't need to head outside for that.
And sometimes all six of them go on holiday together, but they split up for different activities - Tyler and Finn go shopping, Joe and Roman check out niche eating places, Mustafa and Seth wander the museums and secondhand bookshops - but they always end up having dinner together,
and if everyone gets tipsy then handsy with everyone else, no one is complaining; Roman is more comfortable with being kissed by other men now, because he knows that they won't ever push for more than that from him because that's all he is willing to give, and it makes him happy to see Tyler enjoying having Finn and Joe fill him up from both ends, while Mustafa and Seth make out sloppily right beside Roman, plus they sometimes pull him in for kisses too, and they're always so sweetly hungry for him that it isn't hard to feel flattered
There isn't a real fixed bedroom situation when they travel, but on the nights Joe sleeps alone for his own reasons, Mustafa is welcomed in any of the other beds, and Roman has found himself spooning Tyler and have his leg sprawled over Mustafa's flank as well; Seth sometimes joins the three because Finn is the only one who can go into Joe's room on such nights. What Finn and Joe do on these nights is usually very quiet, but they always emerge late in the morning and in much improved moods
Bucky Barnes and learning all the new things that come with parenthood! being milk drunk, newborn scrunches, the tiny noises at night!!! I'm so soft for this, please see the vision <3
There isn’t a single, cinematic moment where Bucky Barnes suddenly understands he’s a father. It’s quieter than that. Softer. It seeps into him in the spaces between heartbeats, in the way he reaches before he thinks, in how the world narrows instinctively to the small, warm weight resting against his chest.
The first night home, the apartment feels different. Not louder—though it will be—but fuller. Charged. Every sound means something now.
You’re half-asleep in bed when he sits upright beside you.
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Could you do NSFW KINKS for Wardlow ? please and thank you
AN: Hi, I hope you like it x I don't really know him so I did it off vibes only ;)
Wardlow
Size Difference Have you seen him? He does enjoy being the larger one in the bedroom; you completely disappear beneath him. He enjoys having something to hold and grope possessively and with hunger. His arms wrap around your body as he fills you; every inch of you is surrounded by him. And surrendered.
Favourite Position Doggy Style. His hand coming down on your ass as he makes you fuck yourself back against him, again and again. Sometimes he presses you back into the sheets; his cock pushing deeper at the new position.
Oral Sex He would allow you to ride his face; his larger hands reaching for your hips to keep you there. One climax would not do either - he will be pulling many from you until you are begging for him to stop, and he still might not listen.
Gagging He enjoys more makeshift gags rather than toys; but he will use them as well even though he very much gets off on the noises you make. But when you whine and drool for him over the gag; it's nearly enough to make him lose it. He is very quiet during sex as well, some grunts escaping him but it's usually his groping and harsh grips that give him away.
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Wardlow is back in the Don Callis Family. With his return, Callis tries to re-initiate him with an-ill timed event to get Wardlow back on Family time. But you have the perfect way to get your lover out of such schemes.
Pairing: Wardlow x Female!Reader
Warnings/Promises: Don Callis (yes, he deserves his own warning), petty sleep deprivation, SMUT, somnophilia (if you squint), oral (female receiving)
Word Count: 2865
Note: Here I am… back on my bullshit. Did you guys think you had heard the last of me? Nope. Just took a break to write a huge project that was supposed to be like… 10 chapters. Tops. Instead? Twenty. Five. Chapters! Because my word count has no chill. Anywho… here is my first smutty fic in months while I wait for the War Dog to show back up on my screen. Please let me know how you liked the fic with comments and reblogs <3 Happy reading!
The hotel was a welcome sight. Why Callis insisted that everyone stay in the same resting place was beyond you. It probably had something to do with The Don’s insistence on having control over everything at any given time.
You had complained the whole way, of course. Wardlow kept his opinions to himself while The Don was in the room, but he agreed with you in silently rolled eyes and his fingers pinched over the bridge of his nose. He did try to ask for a hotel closer to the arena they had just come from… but Callis could not be swayed.
“The hotel I choose is closer to tomorrow’s events. So there will be less travel time and we won’t feel rushed.” He smirked, oblivious as even Kyle Fletcher rolled his eyes behind The Don’s back. “And this one is of higher quality than any in the last town. I’m footing the bill for you guys, so what’s a slightly longer drive?” He clapped Wardlow on the back. “And this one has a huge gym. We’ll have plenty of room to work out together in the morning.”
ooo exciting exciting!! for the ask game with dick grayson, please!
"He can’t remember what his mom’s voice sounded like."
He can't remember what his mom's voice sounded like.
Dick stuttered to a stop in the middle of his sentence, licking his lips in a half-hearted attempt to disguise his sudden pause. Not that it worked, his siblings all staring at him with varying degrees of suspicion and discomfort, but he was too distracted to worry about that. Too busy hunting up and down the recently renovated labyrinth that was his memory, searching desperately for the faintest echo of the voice he'd grown up holding anchored to his heart.
When had he lost it? How had he not noticed before now? Was his amnesia to blame, or no, how could it be, when even then he'd remembered where he came from, he'd never forgotten that, not for a moment, not for - but obviously that couldn't be true, could it? Not when home was people, when home was his parents, and at some point he'd lost even the memory of her cadences, the rhythm and lilt of her softly spoken but everpresent "Oh how I love you, my little Robin," and, and - the worst of it was he hadn't even noticed.
"Dick, what's wrong?" He heard Tim ask. Registered it faintly. Even went to open his mouth and say "I can't remember. I can't remember what she sounds like," but a split second before the first syllable escaped he realized that would be too much like a confession and he wasn't ready to be absolved for this particular sin. And they would, he knew, they were only indulging him in listening to him retell the same childhood story they'd heard a dozen times before because they knew how much it meant to him, and they'd stumble over themselves reassuring him that this was normal, that this meant nothing, that this was fine.
But right in this moment, the panic at this encore of his loss like a claw around his throat, squeezing the air from it, locking tight his frantic apologies to a ghost just present enough to haunt him, but never enough to hear.....nothing about this was fine. He didn't want it to be fine. Even if this was normal, even if it was just due to the inevitable passage of time and decaying of memory, that was a truth he wasn't ready to accept. So he didn't.
"Nothing. I'm okay, I just....remembered something I have to do," Dick said instead. His eyes roved past them distractedly, not even bothering to alight on their varying looks of skepticism. He just....needed to be out of there. Maybe then he could remember how to breathe.
"Yeah, so that's a whole fucking lie," Jason drawled from where he'd been lounging against the doorframe, pretending not to listen in. But even he couldn't totally hide the swift flicker of concern that winged across his face when Dick stumbled past him and out the door without so much as acknowledging his jab.
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It was impossible to say how long had passed when he heard the knock on his bedroom door. Time tends to lose meaning when deep in the throes of self-recrimination. And Dick hadn't been doing much else since he stumbled up to his childhood bedroom on the second floor of the Manor, planted himself on his bed and dropped his head into his hands. His fingers raked through his hair, gripped it so tight at the roots his knuckles paled from the strain, but it didn't help.
Let the punishment fit the crime, so the saying goes, but he was at a loss for what was apropos for something he'd long believed could never happen. Until it did, with so little fanfare he never even noticed.
"Go away," he shouted at the door when it vibrated again under another series of knocks. He was past the point of pretending he hadn't been obvious in his distress, so when the door ignored his command and swung open to allow his siblings to pile in, he raised his head and glared bleary-eyed at Jason where he casually sauntered in at the head of the pack.
"Oh I'm sorry, didn't you say come in? My bad. Guess I heard you wrong," Jason said without a hint of remorse. He plopped himself on the edge of Dick's desk and picked at something stuck in his teeth. Dick kept the heat on, and eventually his little brother flicked his eyes back up towards him and shrugged. "Hey don't look at me. The Oompa-Loompa Brigade has something to show you. I'm just bored. My soaps are on sweeps."
It was a testament to the somber atmosphere that Damian barely even bristled at the dig, and all it took was Cassandra's gentle hand on his shoulder to get him to subside. Dick took a deep breath and rubbed a hand briskly across his face, trying to make an Etch-a-Sketch of his feelings and repaint something a little more reassuring in its place. Given the dubious looks that greeted him when he finally turned to face the rest of his younger siblings, he wasn't that successful.
Great. Fantastic. Everything was coming up daisies today, huh.
"What's up, guys?" He asked tiredly, summoning a wan smile. Tim volunteered as tribute and stepped in front of the others.
"Soooooo, uh, since we couldn't help but notice that you were totally lying about being fine downstairs - "
"It's almost like we're a family of detectives," Jason supplied. Tim shot a glare in his direction, not amused by his cavalier delivery.
"Yes, thanks for the closed captioning Jay."
"No problem. Here to help."
"I thought you were just bored," Damian growled at him. Jason barely blinked.
"I excel at multi-tasking."
"Anyway," Tim raised his voice with emphasis. "We were trying to figure out what had happened or was said that might have, well, upset you..."
"And then Thomas used his intrusive powers," Damian began only to have Duke jump in right on his heels.
"My powers aren't intrusive! They're no different from picking up clues the same way any of us do, I just have slightly more access to clues that you don't. You're just mad someone can do something you can't."
"He's the same way with me," Cass pointed out, though the twist of her lips suggested she was more amused than anything.
"Can I finish a fucking sentence, please?"
"Uh-oh," Jason jumped in after Tim. "The blue blood dropped a swear. Shit's getting real, y'all."
"Guys," Dick began, not sure how much patience he could muster at the moment for the usual family circus. Normally that turn of phrase popping up in his thoughts would bring an ironic but comforting smile at the callback to his childhood, but for various reasons, that was not quite as comforting today as it was at other times.
Luckily, they all sobered at his voice and the seeming reminder of whatever it was they were here for.
"So like, you know how Cass has been helping me with my lip-reading and also picking up body clues when I get like, glimpses of possible futures from my ghost vision?" Duke picked up somewhat nervously. Dick nodded reassuringly, not quite sure where they were going with this and Duke eased up considerably. He was still somewhat uncomfortable with his powers and how he even felt about them, and had likely put a fair bit of bravado into his insistence there was nothing intrusive about whatever it was he'd done. Dick absently took note. That was something they really needed to pay more attention to. Maybe he should ask Raven or Lilith or one of the other Titans with extra-sensory powers to sit down with him and give him the whole spiel about not feeling guilty for having intel-gathering powers you couldn't wholly turn off.
"Okay, so I kinda sorta noticed that you did say something that I picked up with my powers before you like....changed your mind and shut down and left instead?" Duke continued, still somewhat hesitant.
Shit, Dick thought, and he wanted to shut his eyes to process the realization of just what Duke had seen, but that was the last thing Duke's self-consciousness needed right now and it wasn't like it was going to change anything at this point. Then again, he realized belatedly, for all he knew Duke already picked up that he'd been about to do that anyway. He made a mental note to also talk to Raven and Lilith himself, about how to avoid reactions that your little brother with ESP would pick up and then feel bad about.
"So I kinda like, compared notes with Cass about what I'd seen," -
"You should've seen it," Jason cut in again with a hoot of laughter, ignoring the glare from their other siblings. Dick had to hide a small smile despite himself. Jason's antics might appear as nothing but abrasiveness to the rest of the family, but none of them knew their brother as well as he did, and he remembered well Jay's rather unique methods of diffusing tension. It was nice to see they worked as well now as they had when Jason was fourteen. "It was like, the worst game of charades I've ever seen. Just. Painfully awkward. I think I might have actually died again while watching it."
"Thanks ever so much for that," Duke said acidly.
"Just keeping you humble, Super-Sleuth."
"More like he's jealous too," Cass opined with a sniff. She held her hand up for Duke to high-five. "He knows we're the top detectives here."
Duke took the opening with a small smile, high-fiving her with a reassured vigor. "That's right. Sherlock and Watson who?"
"Never heard of them," Cass returned. She slanted a slight smirk towards Dick. Well, of course she knew how to accurately interpret Jason's antics as well. It was nice to see her wade in when in years past she would have just kept that knowledge to herself and watched from the sidelines.
Ugh. Dammit. Stupid, well-meaning siblings. Here they were making him feel better despite his best efforts. This was exactly what he hadn't want to happen. They really needed more effective locks on their doors. But then again, nothing short of like, Fort Knox level security really slowed any of them down.
And speaking of slowing down, Damian then apparently decided they were all taking way too long and simply strode over to Dick's laptop next to Jason. He started typing away while picking up the thread of conversation.
"The point is Thomas ascertained that you were discomfited to realize you no longer remembered what your mother's voice sounded like," Damian said. They all winced and looked at Dick uncertainly in the wake of his blunt recitation of the issue at hand, but Dick barely blinked. He was well-accustomed to the youngest's....unique handling of delicate topics. This was progress, actually.
"Wait, so you'll give me grief for using my powers, but you'll just jump right in and run off with the fruits of that huh? Nice," Duke grumbled.
Damian looked at him flatly. "You already did the deed, why should I not make use of the knowledge it provided? I fail to see the issue."
"How'd I know you'd find a way to take credit for this?"
"I don't know, maybe you saw it with your powers."
They finally reached the limit of Tim's patience and he took over. Stalking over to Dick's laptop, he literally hip-checked Damian, who fell to the floor with a squawk and narrowed-eyes that vowed retribution. Then again, that was normal for them so it only made sense Tim wouldn't be phased.
"The point is," Tim enunciated, glaring around the room as if daring further interruptions. "It occurred to me then that Bruce probably discouraged you from looking up stuff about your parents online when you were younger. Given the sensationalism around. Y'know."
He trailed off uncomfortably, but he'd said enough. Suddenly having a dizzying inclination of just what the hell all of this was about, Dick stumbled gracelessly to his feet and wavered in the direction of the computer.
"Enter, the Fanboy," Jason proclaimed with a sideways gesture at both Tim and the computer. Tim flushed but just rolled his eyes and pulled out the desk chair for Dick to sit.
He did so, his hungry gaze devouring the screen where the boys had pulled up youtube and already fed their prompts into it.
"Yeah, yeah, we all know I'm a Flying Graysons fan, yuck it up. At least that meant I know where all the good clips are online."
Dick clicked on the first link, eyes glued to loading wheel. It seemed to circle endlessly, an ouroborous in no hurry to finish off its own tail.
"There's actually a fair amount out there," Tim finished gently. "I mean, your parents were pretty famous. This video is from a workshop they taught at in the early 2000s, with a bunch of acrobat troupes from all the big circuses."
The screen loaded finally, and Dick choked off a startled exclamation as the backdrop and costumes filled it with an explosion of color.
"I recognize this," he said dazedly. "It was one of the last of these they ever did. I was like five, I think. After that they were too busy working with me on our act and they turned down their invitations to these things."
"Yeah, you can actually see you running around in the backdrop," Tim said softly. His finger reached past Dick's face to trace the path of his younger self as the five year old ghost of the him that was raced from behind the stands to the far corner of the screen. Dick's eyes blurred as he saw his father step forward to lift him in his arms and toss him gently into the air. For a moment it all rushed back to him, and he could feel the strength of his dad's arms wrapped comfortingly around him, holding him tight.
"I can't believe you found these. I never - I never even thought of...." he shook his head, disbelief and gratitude and a million other emotions warring in his chest. "Tim. Thank you."
His brother blushed. "It was a group effort."
"I know," he nodded, heart in his throat. "Duke, Cass, Jay, Dami.....thank you. All of you."
Dick swiveled in his chair to look each of them in the eye, trying to burn the intensity of what he was feeling into the look that hopefully conveyed more than mere words ever could. They ducked their heads uncomfortably - being terrible with handling thanks was after all a family tradition.
Then he jolted his attention back to the screen. His mom was there then. Center stage, reigning over it with all the effortless grace she'd exuded every day of his life, calling out and welcoming the gathered attendees to the first day of the workshop. Her voice rang out from the speakers with a familiarity that rushed back through the corridors of his mind and pierced all the way to his heart as though it had never been absent, not even for a second. Like it had been there all along, like it belonged. Like it lived there, and it was calling out to him the same way she'd once called out to him from the steps of the trailer as he raced back from the elephants' enclosure for dinner. Calling him home.
It was birdsong and gentle lullabies to the backdrop of May showers. It was shouted exultations over the roar of an outdoor crowd on a breeze-filled April night. It was the hum of early morning chores while he stretched outside the kitchen window, beneath her watchful eye.
It was the sound of spring.
you get a comment on tumblr. it's a bot trying to scam you. you get a DM. it's a bot trying to scam you. you get a message on instagram. its a bot trying to scam you. you're an author and you get an email telling you how much they loved your book and want to showcase it at their bookclub. it's a bot trying to scam you (and it uses bad AI to pretend it knows your story). you get a comment on ao3 saying how much they love your fic - and they made you fanart!! it's a bot trying to scam you. you get a hate comment on ao3 which insults your writing or calls you a monster for writing something "problematic". it's a bot. but at least that one isn't trying to scam you.
there's just something really cruel and insidious about this wave of scams going after creatives. You get an email and think someone genuinely loved what you made but - no. It's another scam. It's someone trying to trick you into sending them money. On AO3, it might literally just be a bot someone made specifically to be a hateful little shit.
putting the stuff you've made out there for everyone to see is hard and scary and we're all just bumping around looking for a bit of appreciation and love and connection and these bastards are using that to try to rob us. I hate it.
Im going go get into the sea and stay there
Thinking about TyRo and how Roman becomes this cryptic almost famous very hot boyfriend - eventually husband - of his very hot and gay celebrity Tyler Breeze (whose claim to fame was his rat bastard ex selling videos and photos of their BDSM sessions and later using said notoriety to launch a fashion brand and then a book that he wrote himself)
Like the articles always have speculation about Roman but he does not allow interviews and his company sealed his records and once he has enough experience and connections to start his own security firm he is basically a shadow who occasionally allows journalists to take photos of him when he is playing the role of Tyler's partner
And under all that they are in a polyamorous arrangement that also includes an ex assassin and an ex power broker for assassins and other influential figures. W
everybody wants you
part 2 of ? | thor odinson | 4.6k words | angst, romantic relations (smut - 18+)
part 1 - frank castle
author's note: pls don't assume ai wrote this because of the sporadic emdashes - ai couldn't make this fic more cringe than i can. i'm aware not all fics can be winners, but here, mommy made you some content.
author's note #2: i was listening to 'A Year Without Rain' by Selena Gomez and was inspired by the lyric "Do you feel me? When I think about you." and this was the product.
White wine.
The only thing keeping you from losing your mind with each stop along the ride up to your floor is a nice, large glass of chilled white wine.
Your head is pounding. It was a long day at the office. “The office” being Avengers tower after an alien attack. Sam called you in a panic late this morning, begging you to get uptown as fast as you can to help heal your injured teammates.
Your energy was nearly drained dry by the time everyone affected was healed. Just as you were leaving, the sky opened up. Heavy drops of rain, lightening, thunder—the works. Your wet clothes cling to your body and loose tendrils of hair hang from the low bun at the nape of your neck.
The elevator dings, signaling that you’ve finally reached your destination. Your key turns in the lock and it gives too easily.
The door was already unlocked.
Your brows furrow.
No matter how frantic the call, you always lock your door.
Your jaw clenches and you brace yourself as you slowly, carefully enter the threshold.
Alpine chirps when she sees you, jumping down from the back of the couch and welcoming you by weaving between your legs. You nearly jump out of your skin when a six foot brunette pops his head out from the kitchen.
“Looks like you could use a drink.” Bucky grins, stirring whatever contents was in the skillet that he was tending to on the stove.
✦be quiet✦
✧・゚:His hand is clamped over your mouth, your eyes locked as he drives in and out of your cunt.
✧・゚:You’d been crying. Loud and open, unable to stifle the sounds with the overwhelming pleasure Bucky was giving you. You’re trying not to disturb your teammates, just a thin wall away. Bucky had said you’d just have to keep quiet.
✧・゚:And yet, he’d made it his personal mission to try and make you as loud as possible. Teasing, dirty words against your skin as his fingers played with your pussy. Soft touches and kisses to work you up and almost sob with desperation.
✧・゚:It’s been an hour or so since you’d been able to do anything but make incoherent sounds. You’d lost the ability to speak sometime around when he’d sat you on his face and worked his mouth against your pussy. Now, with him drilling you into the mattress, you’re putty in his hands. Lips trying to say his name and only making a puckered little O.
✧・゚:Bucky knows exactly how to work you. How to rut against your g-spot and tease you’re body until you’re a trembling wreck below him. He kisses under your jaw, biting softly, and a broken sound breaks through your lips
✧・゚:“Shhhh, babydoll.” He mutters against your ear, warmer hand squeezing your hip.
✧・゚:You moan shamelessly into his mouth as he hits that sweet spot inside of you, over and over again. There’s a mess between your thighs that’s sticky and dripping, Bucky’s cock smearing it as he pulls almost fully out, then slams back in. It’s an obscene, wet sound. It almost covers your shriek of his name when he angles your hips up, forcing you to take it at a deeper angle.
✧・゚:“Good job,” he coos, low and hungry in your ear. “Just like that, you can take it.”
✧・゚:You whimper, eyes rolling back in your head as he plows into you. You can see your arousal, clinging to his length when he pulls out, lewd and overflowing when he plunges back in.
✧・゚:“There she is.” Bucky moves his hand, kissing your swollen, shaking lips. “That’s a girl. Nice and quiet for me.”
✧・゚:You’re not quiet because you’re trying. It’s mostly because you’ve been so spent your voice is gone. Breathing is all you can stand, everything else too lost in the feeling.
✧・゚:But it’s good. So good that it’s more than worth it.
✧・゚:And when he’s done with you, you’re going to beg him to do it again.
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Holy shit
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some of y’all will be engaging in witch hunt, accusing writers left and right and then wondering why more and more writers take their works down and don’t share them with you ungrateful losers anymore.
“this fic looks like it was created by ai” yeah that’s because ai was trained on human-made works and it was trained to mimic human-made works.
you claim you hate ai because ai harms real artists, yet you are out there accusing and harassing artists because “their vibes just aren’t right”. at this point, you are the ones who cause more harm — to art and the writing community — than ai does.
you are the ones killing art and writing community, the community you want to “protect against ai”.
so at this point, you’re killing the community faster than ai is. good luck when the community you want to protect has no human-made work left because you accused and harassed genuine artists/writers away and the only things that are left for you to read are actual ai-generated fics.
if you think a fic is ai and if that bothers you like it does me, quietly exit the tab and avoid their future works like a normal, decent person. because with every "this fic looks ai" comment, there's always a chance of you wrongly accusing an innocent writer and further harming the writing community as a whole.
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