Ok, just wondering but honestly... what is the big deal to you that people are creating and using chat bots with your characters? It seems like almost all of them do give you proper credit.
I could see being upset if people were profiting from it (I'm more thinking the actual people and not the site, different issues, I can totally understand you having a problem with the site.) but you seem to be ok with people doing fanart and fanfics of your characters, so I don't really understand why your taking such a hard line with this and calling your fans who are using these bots "fucking ass dork losers" because they want to interact with your characters in a way that is a bit more responsive than just writing a fanfic.
Because I didn't give them permission to use my characters this way. And anyone who uses gen ai in any way is unfortunately, a fucking dork ass loser
SAW UR FINGERS IN GILLS POST AND MIGHT I JUST SAY THAT THAT IS BEAUTIFUL
okay but...okay shit hang on okay
OKAY SO getting fingered in the gills by a human must be SUCH a mind fuck bc 1) breath play (double if getting fucked in the mouth/throat) and 2) his fingers are so Dry and they are Absorbing Moisture so it's like breath play but MORE AND we have the easy plot of humans maybe being cruel to mermen in this plot or just a general "you are so Other to me and you could so easily hurt me by accident by just Not Knowing"
ANYWAYS different thought but please walk with me here also. have we considered the gills having similar sensitives to that of the clit?
this is literally what I like to wake up to. thank you I love it here you are so inspired!!!
zero notes on anything cause it's perfect. one of my beloved mutuals was also introducing the idea of pseudocannibalism via the fisherman eating fish and maybe shane eating men, which is so fun to play with and so interesting.
I have to confess that I've never really considered sexual pleasure in fish. that's literally my bad and I repent. I think we know as a society that fish can experience pain, so we can maybe infer they have the ability to feel pleasure too, but I wouldn't try to find the corresponding pieces of our sexual anatomy (so probably no clit).
my initial idea for mermaid shane is that he doesn't really get off physically from whatever is going on on that boat, but the psychological thing of being deprived of air and used by someone he is attracted to/cares about/feels like he's owed something is enough to keep him coming back. and maybe yes, I would guess that fingers in gills feels maybe like being roughly penetrated or having someone shove fingers in the back of your throat until you gag and it's more the intimacy of being open like that, in a way that's unusual to the extent of being uncomfortable and being at someone's total mercy than the physical feeling itself.
but if we introduce some nerve endings, that leaves a lot more space for play so I like that too. it's important to me (lol it's not important but for the sake of this specific thing maybe it is) that, while on the boat, merman shane is completely at ilya's mercy and can't really move around nor breathe, so let's all imagine him flopping desperately and slipping around and build our beautiful castles from that.
this feels like a lot of semi pornographic thoughts for a monday morning so maybe I'll silence myself now. thank you for playing in the sandbox with me keep it coming!!
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“You look good with my hand around your throat” with Jake? 👀✨
im getting enemies to lovers with this eee
Warnings | Elusions to sexual content, cursing, choking, slightish degradation, name calling, alcohol consumption
As the party dimmed and fizzled outside you found yourself nursing a beer at the kitchen counter, not caring to listen to the drunk babblings of those still by the campfire. You especially didn't care to listen to Jake talk about... whatever it was the he talked about. It had gotten so bad that you'd called him out for being an asshole in front of everyone, firing back he called you uptight and a buzzkill. You didn't leave because you were at all wounded by his words, you just needed to leave before you decided to throat punch him.
You're pulled out of your thoughts when the sliding door opens and none other than the subject of your loathing struts into the room, empty beer bottle slid between his fingers in a way that makes your thighs press together.
"You having fun alone in here, buzzkill?"
"Shut up, Jake." You snap, turning away from him and pressing your back to the counter. You slug back what's left of your beer and smack it down onto the marbled surface, angrily wiping your mouth and grimacing at the taste.
"Or what? You gonna throw some more lousy punches in hopes that they land? You're absolutely pathetic when it comes to insults."
Despite his venomous words Jake steps away from the fridge and deposits himself in front of you against the sink, handing you a fresh beer.
"Fuck. You." You spit.
"In your wildest dreams." The way he winks at you makes it extremely hard to decide if you'd like to slap that smug look off of his face or feel his smirk pressed against your throat.
"You're the worst, you know that right?" You can't help the small huff of a laugh that escapes you when you think about your predicament. Jake is the farthest thing from bad looking and when you get in your little spats it just serves as a reason for you to find yourself with your hand slipping below the covers late at night.
"Oh is that so?" He's moving closer to you now, closing the distance so that you're trapped against the counter.
"Yeah, you're insufferable."
"You know I love it when you talk dirty to me," He chuckles.
"Not to mention you're a fucking pig."
He hums gripping the edge of the counter on either side of you and bringing his face so his lips are hovering over yours. You shrink away from him, not because you're uncomfortable but because you're worried you'll make a decision soon to be regretted.
"I'm wounded." He pouts, giving a little sigh.
When he moves in even closer, so damn close to breaking the one and only rule you've set out for yourself when it comes to Jake you don't even hate him for it. You can only beg him to keep going.
"Jake--" Without thinking you bring your hands to the open edges of his button down.
"I haven't even touched you yet and you're already squirming." Slowly, Jake traces a hand up the inside of your thigh, just missing where you have dreamed of him venturing for so many nights, to you navel, up your sternum. Finally he lets his palm sit at the base of your throat, fingers just loosely wrapped around your neck. "You look good with my hand around your throat."
Words have escaped you and you can barely think about your actions as you pull him in, closing the short distance and feverishly pressing your lips to his. He kisses you back and matches your fervor, letting his tongue glide into your mouth. The entire world has melted around you, it's only you and Jake, and that's all that matters.
Your name tumbles past his lips when you thread your fingers into his hair to help anchor you as his hands roam your body and you're so unwilling to pull away that when he does a high pitched whine escapes you.
"Let's go upstairs."
subtle smut sentence starters
Short fic requests are now closed. I might start doing one day of the week where I open requests for shortfics and write a ton! What do we think of that?
