Apparently some people still need to hear this so: using an 'ai checker' is still using ai. If you are feeding someone's fic to one of these checkers, you will still not be sure their fic is ai because they are not 100% accurate, but you can be 100% sure that you are using ai. For fic. Furthermore you are doing the work of an ai scraper for them. You are, personally, feeding the machine. There is no actual excuse for using an ai checker on fanfic as a hobby. YOU are the problem.
If you think a fic is ai, mute it and move on. That's it. That's all you do.
You blink as the small, rectangular device you had been anxiously scrolling is plucked effortlessly from your grasp. "Matter of fact, no laptop either."
Before you can even reach for it, Zayne is tucking the electronic under his arm and carrying it away from your shared bed.
"But..." it's a foolish, weak reply. The only one you can honestly think of with the vibrations running rampant through your veins.
You just felt so restless, and when you were restless? You got lost in the internet.
...in online shopping, in ridiculous videos, in opening and closing the same apps over and over in hopes of something new.
Usually you'd put yourself to bed before it got to the 5th app reopen or the first purchase made. But, tonight? You were beyond that point and still wide awake.
"But nothing. You need to put your mind elsewhere."
You watch him plug both devices in, far out of your reach, before turning back and making his way over to the bed. "You've barely spoken to me tonight, you've had your head glued to your screen. Bad day?" He sits on the edge of your side of the bed, eyeing you carefully. No judgment evident. "Not bad, just long. Tired, I guess?"
"Long but under-stimulating, perhaps?" Maybe that was the best way to describe it. Maybe that's why you had so much pent up energy despite being glued to the bed all night. "Why don't we try stimulating something else?"
You can't stop the way your eyebrows shoot upwards, a lazy grin inching up your face as you huff out a laugh. "Well, that's one way to ask for sex, Z." You honestly didn't think he was capable of rolling his eyes in such a manner.
"For the record, not what I was saying. But, I'm certainly not opposed."
Zayne had been certain there was a much more innocent approach to his intentions... honest! But right now, he really couldn't recall what they had been...
"Ooh! Zayne! Yes, yes, like that!"
The energy you had been storing up had certainly found its way out of you through trembling thighs and burning arms.
Your back aching as you dropping your hips down over, and over, and over again. Reverse cowgirl was the only method you could think of to burn off all this extra anxiety... and boy was it working.
"Zaaaayne!" Maybe working a little too good.
The pleasure building in your abdomen shot electricity all the way up your spine, turning your once too-wired brain into a puddle of useless mush.
Your thighs - burning from effort - were starting to slow down. And the large, warm hands that were groping the fat of your ass cheeks had begun to do a lot of the heavy lifting. "Good girl, you're doing so good. You feel so good..."
You cunt restricted at the praise, clamping down around every velvety inch of Zayne's cock as if physically thanking him. "Z-zayne please I can't keep going..." You wanted to sob, especially after he had just told you how good you were doing.
You expected some sort of discipline, maybe a smack on the ass, but you got something even worse. He pushed you off completely.
"W-wait I didn't mean- ooh fuck!" Stars explode across your vision as you tumble forward, struggling to push yourself up against the mattress and process how empty you feel before Zayne is pushing himself right back in to the hilt.
"You did so good for me, baby. Let me do the rest of the hard work." Doggy with Zayne was always a treat; your fingers immediately tightened in the sheets to brace yourself as he began pumping in and out of you with a vigor you couldn't dream of matching.
Every connection of his hips to your ass had your skin jiggling, the pleasure enough to make your eyes roll back as your orgasm teetered right on the edge.
Your back arched so perfectly that his cock dragged snuggly against your sweet spot with every brutal snap. "You're quivering, you're going to cum, aren't you?"
"Yesss! Fuck, Z. M'gonna cum, please let me cum!"
You're drooling into the sheets, tears blurring your vision as you feel his hand slither around your front and easily locate your clit.
"Cum for me, I'm not stopping you." He solidifies his words by rubbing tight, fast circles on your already swollen clit. Relishing in the way you muffle a scream into the sheets below you, cunt constricting deliciously as you orgasm.
It doesn't take much for him to follow suit, hips snapping against your ass before he's doubling over you. Warm body coming down over yours as his cock pulses, a deep groan vibrating the back of your neck as he sinks his teeth into your nape. Warm cum floods your cunt as Zayne struggles to keep himself from crushing you entirely.
"Maybe..." You manage to croak after seconds, or maybe minutes of silence "... you should take my phone more often. I think this is a far more effective way of getting rid of my anxiety..." You feel Zayne's chuckles more than hear them, smiling as he kisses the bite mark he had left behind on your neck.
"I think you might be right."
Can you tell I wrote this on a whim in 45 minutes because I missed Zayne and I'm tired and I can't stop scrolling my phone? Yes? Well, that's probably because it sucks. If it sucks be nice to me I'm so tired idek if this makes any sense... the story I mean not this rambling I know this rambling makes no sense - Soul
And you really thought Simon would be a little mean during sex. He had to be a sadist after everything he’s been through.
So, when he’s between your parted thighs, you’re shocked when he speaks to you so softly. Quietly begging in your ear, cock pressed to the hilt, for you to be good for him.
And everytime you let out a whine, fingers tightening at his shoulders because he’s massive and you feel like you’re splitting in two with every thrust; he shushes you. ‘You can take it. Yes—yes you can.’
And when you clench tighter around him because the cadence of his voice licks warmth in your core, he smiles. ‘There you go, baby. Just like that.’
Painfully shy reader getting absolutely obliterated drunk at the pub, losing all sense of timidity, and telling Gaz and Soap "I bet the reason Ghost actually hides his face is 'cause he knows everybody'd wanna sit on it".
Ghost overhearing, leaning over your shoulder, and letting you know "I'm just keeping your seat clean until you're ready to sit on it, love".
Obviously Simon fucks the embarrassment out of you the next day, but only after making sure you get your reserved seat nice and wet.
I'm gonna say it, I do think that even the laziest person imaginable should have a roof over their head, food in their stomach, and access to healthcare
feeling way too sensitive for everything and everyone with actually no reason is exhausting enough for myself let alone the knowledge that others have to walk on eggshells around you - sometimes i think i was meant to be a hermit and nothing more
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