General reminder that using AI to "write" "your" "fics" is like buying a scarf to take to the knitting group.
Not only did you not produce anything and tried to pretend that you did, you fully failed to grasp that the point of the hobby is to slowly go through the creative process and struggle to make things with people who share your interest.
It's not supposed to be good. It's not supposed to be done.
It's supposed to be a group activity.
Edit: to clarify, fandom is a community ie a group activity. If you wanted to interact with the media but not the group, you would not share fanfics you had AI "write" for you and share them in public/AO3 where I could see and get annoyed enough to write a post about it.
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not your usual soft, thoughtful kind of quiet, either. this is heavy, sulking silence. a quiet born from hurt. you won’t look at him when he walks in, and you don’t meet him at the door like you usually do.
you’re on the couch, legs tucked under you, your face barely illuminated by the glow of the tv you’re not even watching.
kento sees it immediately.
the damage he’s done.
he exhales. his tie is loose, his shirt half-unbuttoned from a long day, and he doesn’t even take his shoes off before walking over to you. he drops to one knee in front of the couch, large hands finding your thighs, and you flinch.
just a little. but enough.
he closes his eyes and swears under his breath.
“sweetheart.” his voice is rough, regretful. “look at me.”
you don’t.
“i shouldn’t have snapped at you.”
still, you won’t lift your gaze. he cups your jaw gently, guiding your face toward him.
“i came home and took it out on you. you did nothing wrong.”
you blink, lashes fluttering like you’re holding back something. maybe anger? maybe tears? either way, it twists in his chest like a dagger.
“i’m sorry,” he murmurs. “you can punish me however you want. just don’t shut me out like this. i can’t take it.”
and then he leans in. softly. tentatively. kissing the corner of your mouth like he’s trying not to scare you away.
you don’t push him off.
but you don’t lean in either.
but when his lips brush against yours again, slower this time, his fingers stroking your thigh, he feels you sigh. quiet. resigned. wanting.
he deepens the kiss slowly. like he’s savoring every second. one hand finds your waist, pulling you closer, and the other slides up under your oversized shirt his shirt until his palm is resting just under your breast.
you gasp into his mouth, and he pulls back to look at you.
“let me make it up to you,” he says, voice low and rough. “let me show you how sorry I am.”
and when you whisper, “okay…” it comes out breathy, hesitant. he kisses you again, harder this time. less patient. more desperate.
he carries you to the bedroom, kissing your neck the whole way there, muttering apologies between each press of his lips.
once you’re on the bed, he strips you slow. reverent. like he’s trying to re-memorize your body, like he thinks he’s lost the right to touch it. he undresses himself only after you’re bare before him. flushed and shy but still watching him now, finally.
when he pushes your thighs open and settles between them, he just looks at you.
“you’re the softest thing I’ve ever known,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. “i don’t deserve to be this close to you.”
his mouth trails down your tummy, tongue dipping into your navel, teeth grazing the inside of your thigh. you squirm when he kisses lower, and his large hands wrap around your thighs, holding you in place.
he eats you out like it’s penance.
slow, slow drags of his tongue from your entrance to your clit. then again. then again. he flicks it, circles it, sucks gently until your hips buck, and he doesn’t stop. he flattens his tongue and moans low against you when you whimper his name.
“you taste so fucking sweet,” he breathes, voice strained, like he’s losing his mind. “i could stay here all night.”
two fingers slide into you, thick and slow, curling just right until your back arches off the bed. he doesn’t stop when you come, if anything, he gets hungrier. stays there until your thighs tremble, until you're panting, oversensitive and breathless.
“turn around,” he says softly. then, catching your hesitation, adds: “please.”
you do. on your hands and knees now, cheek pressed to the pillow, thighs still shaky from how hard you came. He kneels behind you, one hand smoothing down your back, then gripping your hip as he lines himself up.
“gonna be good for me?” he murmurs, running his leaking tip through your slick folds.
you nod quickly. “yes. please…”
he pushes in slowly. inches at a time.
you both groan when he bottoms out. you’re so tight, warm, wet. he has to close his eyes and grip your hips to keep from losing it immediately.
“fuck,” he grits out. “you always feel like this after i’ve been an asshole to you?”
you whine, half flustered, half desperate. and he leans over you, pressing kisses between your shoulder blades.
“say I’m forgiven,” he rasps. “say it, and i’ll take care of you.”
“i forgive you,” you whisper.
he thrusts once. deep. controlled.
you choke on a moan.
“again.”
“i forgive you– ken– please–”
he sets a rhythm, deep and slow, dragging his dick against every sensitive part of you. one hand slides under your stomach, pressing down right where the bulge forms when he fucks you deep.
“you feel that?” he growls in your ear. “feel me right here?”
you nod helplessly, mouth open, drool slipping down your chin.
he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you upright, back to his chest, fucking up into you from beneath now. one hand snakes between your thighs to rub your clit while the other grabs your throat, tilting your head back so he can kiss your jaw.
“mine,” he breathes. “my sweet girl. i’m so fucking sorry.”
you clench tight around him, moaning his name again and again until your body tensed, shaking, and you come hard, thighs trembling, hips twitching.
he groans, burying himself deep one last time, spilling inside you with a low, broken curse.
afterward, he doesn't pull out. just keeps holding you close, lips brushing your shoulder, your temple, your hair.
“you’re everything to me,” he whispers. “even when I’m too stupid to act like it.”
you murmur something back, barely audible, and he shifts to kiss your cheek.
“what was that?”
“i said…” You glance at him, eyes soft. “you’re forgiven. but you’re making me sore.”
he chuckles low, pressing a kiss to your temple. “then i guess i’ll just have to rub your thighs and draw you a bath.”
you hum sleepily against his chest.
“…and maybe eat you out again before you fall asleep.”
you chuckled. and he smiles for real this time.
because nothing feels better than being let back in.
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ꕤ Warnings: Public sex /semi public risk play in a cinema,Exhibitionism / voyeurism kink,Explicit sexual content,Detailed oral sex,Fingering,Use of pet names like “good girl.”,Mild dominance/submission undertones,Consensual but risky behavior in a public setting,Strong language and adult themes throughout.
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James and I had been together for a full year, but somehow we had never gone to the cinema together before. It felt like a long overdue milestone. We decided to keep things low key and chose a film that wasn’t particularly popular or hyped up. When we arrived at the theater, the auditorium was almost completely empty just a handful of scattered people here and there. James immediately gravitated toward the very back row, and since he seemed so happy with the spot, I didn’t say anything against it. The back row felt private, almost secretive, and I could tell he liked that.
We settled into our seats as the lights dimmed. First came the long stretch of advertisements and trailers. James turned to me with that boyish excitement in his eyes and whispered, “I’m really curious how this movie is going to be.” I nodded, smiling, and replied, “Me too. I’m just happy to finally be doing this with you.” He had always loved cinemas in a way that I found incredibly charming. While most people these days just streamed everything at home, James treated going to the movies like a proper hobby. He would go alone sometimes, just to soak in the big screen, the sound, the atmosphere. I loved that about him.
We chatted quietly for a while longer until the actual film finally started. At first, it was somewhat engaging the visuals were decent and the story had potential. But after twenty or thirty minutes, I started to feel like I could predict exactly where the plot was heading. The characters’ decisions felt obvious, the twists telegraphed. A quiet wave of disappointment settled over me. I tried to focus, but boredom crept in. Thankfully, we had a big tub of popcorn sitting between us. We reached for it at the same time, our hands brushing together in the dark. For a second, we just looked at each other, fingers lingering. I pulled my hand back quickly, feeling a little shy.
James didn’t pull away. Instead, he gave me a long, intense look, then picked up the popcorn tub and moved it to the empty seat on his other side, clearing the space between us. Before I could ask what he was doing, he gently cupped my face with both hands and leaned in. His lips met mine in a soft, warm kiss that quickly deepened. I kissed him back, my heart already racing. What started as sweet quickly turned hungry. We were practically making out like teenagers, hands roaming over each other’s clothes, breaths mingling.
I pulled back just enough to whisper, “James… we should probably watch the movie.” But he only smiled against my skin and trailed his lips down to my neck, kissing and sucking gently. “The movie is boring,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. I let out a soft, involuntary moan as he said my name in that tone I loved. He moved to my ear, nibbling lightly. “We should make our own film instead.” His tongue traced a slow, wet line down my neck, sending shivers through my whole body. I whispered back, “What do you mean?” His answer was simple and wicked: “Find out.”
He kissed me again, deeper this time, and my heart pounded so hard I was sure it would echo through the theater. Fuck, James. He pulled me closer, his hands strong and sure. Then he slid down from his seat, kneeling in front of me in the darkness. I was wearing a short skirt because of the warm weather, which suddenly felt both convenient and dangerously exposing. I glanced around nervously thankfully, we really were the only ones in the very back, and the few other people were seated much farther forward. Still, I whispered urgently, “James, not here…”
“Why not?” he replied softly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “I know you can't say no to that anyway.” Before I could protest again, he hooked his fingers under my panties and slowly slid them down my legs. He pushed my skirt up, spread my thighs gently, and leaned in. The first touch of his tongue against me was electric. James had always been incredible with his mouth his technique, the way he truly savored me, the perfect rhythm of licks and sucks. It felt different, more intense here in this forbidden setting. I gripped the armrests tightly, biting my lip to stay quiet as waves of pleasure rolled through me.
A soft moan escaped me anyway. I reached down and tangled my fingers in his hair. Suddenly, I noticed someone a few rows ahead shift and glance back. I froze, trying to look completely normal, pretending to watch the screen. James paused just long enough to whisper, “Shh… you don’t want anyone to notice, do you?” I shook my head frantically. He chuckled quietly and dove back in, this time adding his fingers curling them just right while his tongue worked my clit with relentless precision. The combination was overwhelming. The risk, the darkness, his skill it all built up fast. My thighs started trembling. I came hard, biting down on my hand to muffle the sounds, my body shuddering in the seat.
James looked up at me with a satisfied grin. “Good girl,” he whispered, voice thick with lust. “Look at how beautifully you came for me.” I was flushed, breathless, and a little embarrassed. “James, you’re crazy,” I hissed, still trying to catch my breath. He casually sat back down beside me as if nothing had happened, wiping his mouth discreetly. The casual way he acted left me both frustrated and incredibly turned on.
I couldn’t let him get away with that. I reached over and placed my hand on his thigh, slowly sliding it higher until I was stroking him through his pants. He looked at me, eyebrows raised. “What are you doing?” I gave him a teasing smile. “Do you want to find out?” He nodded, suddenly looking a little shy and eager at the same time. I pulled my hand back for a second, smirking. “Too bad. Maybe you won’t get to find out after all.”
Before I could pull away completely, he grabbed my wrist gently but firmly and placed my hand back on his bulge. “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warned, voice low and challenging. He was right. I glanced around once more, then unzipped his pants carefully. I slipped my hand inside, freeing his cock. He was already rock hard, thick and pulsing. I leaned down, positioning myself between his legs while he stayed seated. I started slowly licking up the shaft, swirling my tongue around the head, spitting on it to make everything slick and wet. My hand stroked him in rhythm.
James let out a quiet groan. “God…fuck.” He gently placed a hand on the back of my head, guiding me as I took him deeper into my mouth. I bobbed faster, hollowing my cheeks, using my tongue along the underside. His breathing grew ragged. I picked up speed, sucking him eagerly, the thrill of doing this in public making me even wetter. Finally, he tensed, gripping my hair a little tighter. “Shit… you’re such a good girl,” he whispered as he came, pulsing hotly in my mouth. I swallowed every drop, then sat back up, wiping my lips and settling into my seat like nothing had happened.
I looked at him playfully. “You’re such a bad boy for coming in a cinema, of all places.” James just laughed softly, pulling his clothes back together. The rest of the movie dragged on, but neither of us cared much anymore. When the credits finally rolled and the lights came up, James turned to me with a mischievous grin. “That was quite an exciting film, wasn’t it?”
I laughed and nudged him. “You’re insane.” We left the theater hand in hand, still buzzing from the adrenaline and the secret we now shared. It was easily the most memorable first cinema date anyone could ask for.
it’s your host, MARS STERLING live from the villa ! five couples remain on the island & tonight, one of them is going home—it’s up to america tumblr to vote who they think is the least genuine couple, & decide who will be dumped from the island !
‘did yall not see how satoru rolled his eyes when y/n kept telling him to not talk to the casa girls. free my man omg 😭’
slushynoobzz7 says:
‘GOJO AND Y/N ENEMIES TO LOVERS I’M HERE FOR IT. but can we talk abt the scene where he was lwk palming her in her bikini tho…like sir this is NATIONAL TELEVISION.’
hothighpriestess says:
‘okay but are we just gonna ignore the fact that gojo is a sagittarius. he’s gonna cheat on my girl please free y/n 💔’
ⓘ CONFESSIONALS
‘gojo and y/n, what do you have to say about your relationship ?’
gojo’s thumbing your thighs on national television.
not the fleshy surface, he’s much too crass for that. gojo satoru dips bony fingers into the split in your thighs & pouts when you shoot him a glare. his glower melts into grin; you think he has too many teeth.
“look, i flirt. that’s like, breathing for me. but y/n? first girl who ever made me question my skills,” he turns to you, “that’s why i flirt with her the most.”
“i’d say i’m honored, but you’d flirt with a wall if you could.”
gojo satoru doesn’t sport his blind-man glasses for a change. his hair is sweat soaked & sticky & full of half-curls. when you’re done speaking he makes a show of clutching his chest in pain, eyes rolled shut like chestnut shells.
“dramatic,” you mutter but your tone is fond. you reach out a palm to cup his cheek but he takes your palm & kisses it instead. his lips are summer sticky. there’s peach shine where he kissed your hand.
satoru grins.
“you’re the only one for me in this villa,” he hums into your palm, “and unless zendaya shows up, it’s staying that way.”
“that’s not the romantic closing statement you think it is.”
★ NANAMI X Y/N ⎯⎯ FAN TWITTER !
luvolandria says:
y’all i could NEVER be a casa girl do u see how they treat y/n ?? and omg she’s such an angel notice how she keeps it classy even when they outright BULLY her. tumblr please give this queen my 100k
penguinn0 says:
‘just realized that the reason nanami didn’t kiss y/n for like five eps is because she said she’s scared of being used and he doesn’t want her to think that’s the case w him??? bye if they get dumped i’m dropping the show’
kubzscouts-is-my-wifey says:
‘omg y/n is SO pretty she literally looks like princess tiana ?? but i lwk don’t want her nd nanami to win they’re kinda boring imo😭’
ⓘ CONFESSIONALS
‘y/n and nanami, what do you have to say about your relationship ?’
being with nanami burned like hell.
but you won’t say that on national television. not when you’re half-sat on his lap & his palm sleeps heavy on your hips. you shift & he pats your thigh. aching, automatic.
“i’d say that for y/n and i, things haven’t mostly been easy.”
you cough, an understatement. but kento pays you no mind. he keeps spilling words from the jugular.
“y/n’s been especially strong, and that’s one of the things i admire about her. it wasn’t easy coupling up despite the opposition, but i’m forever grateful she chooses to stay by my side regardless.”
he grips your palm & you squeeze back.
“what kento and i have is real,” you soften, “and i’d be damned if i let some villa bitch ruin it.”
kento’s lip twists. you swear you see a smile.
★ TOJI X Y/N ⎯⎯ FAN TWITTER !
percabeth4ever says:
‘tumblr as much as i love watching them pls DO NOT let them win !! ik toji irl and he’s literally a beggar on my street, he did NOT come here for love 😭’
holdingspace4cierra says:
‘yall i’d hate to be the other islanders🧍♀️ imagine trying to get your 8 hours in but y/n & toji doing it raw right next to you smh 🥀
kiribaku4l says:
‘bad bitch w a bad boy we LOVE to see it. and the way u can literally feel their sexual tension through the screen?? yeah I’m taking them to the finals🙏.’
ⓘ CONFESSIONALS
‘y/n and toji, what do you have to say about your relationship ?’
“y/n’s annoying,”
“excuse me?”
toji’s slouched & heavy boned on the comforter, one arm thrown lazy over your seat as he shrugs. “bossy. picks fights if i breathe wrong. way too complicated.”
“like your financial situation.”
you’re promptly ignored. “and she never stops running her mouth—unless my hand’s on her throat.”
you don’t miss the way the camera man coughs.
“but she’s smart. sharp. and when she’s asleep? clings to me like she’ll die if i leave.”
you blink, voice small as your fingers curl around his wrist. your brows furrow & your lips are tugged downwards as if you’re trying to recall every moment you’ve ever slept together. “i don’t do that.”
“you do,” a pause. “kills me every time.”
“still not splitting the money though.”
you look up at him & his lips are bent in a clumsy grin. you pinch his side,
“try it and die.”
★ SUGURU X Y/N ⎯⎯ FAN TWITTER !
sodapoppp says:
‘when suguru comes on screen so i come too 💔’
ishowmeat says:
‘are we not gonna talk about how getou cried more when he thought satoru was gonna leave the island than when the same happened to y/n…get this man off my screen🤦♀️’
master-jinshis-cumslut says:
‘these two gotta be the FIRST couple in love island history to actually use the swimming pool😭 also that challenge when y/n gave him a lap dance ??? foaming at the mouth omg’
ⓘ CONFESSIONALS
‘y/n and suguru, what do you have to say about your relationship ?’
“that lap dance was me proving a point,”
you’re idly playing with the collar of his shirt, knuckles brushing his lips as he presses half-pecks to your skin. getou hums, “and what point is that ?”
“you’re not as unbothered as you pretend to be.”
suguru sighs as if defeated, eyes pressed shut & your palm trailing down his shirt as he sinks into the comforters. “you caught me,” he breathes, “hard to fake unbothered when you looked at me like you knew what you were doing.”
“i did know,” you smile sweetly, tucking yourself into his side. his palm smooths heavy over your arm & you lean up like you’re about to peck him on the lips—then don’t. he frowns.
“you breathe different when you’re jealous.”
he pokes your nose, “and you grin when you think you’ve won.”
his fingers rub circles on your thigh, slow & sure & syrup heavy, “you like getting reactions out of me, don’t you?”
you hum into his side, “i wanna see you crack.”
“careful,” suguru shifts you so your knee’s in his lap, lips pressed into your hair. “you might get addicted to what comes out.”
the producers have to remind you this is a confession booth.
★ SUKUNA X Y/N ⎯⎯ FAN TWITTER !
mamoushii says:
‘y/n and sukuna are really miscommunication final boss—like wdym they BOTH brought back ppl from casa just cuz they couldn’t tell if the other would be serious about closing off?? is this love island or blue spring ride omg.’
mirawontmiss says:
‘the way sukuna was acting like the prize at first then switched up when he realized y/n won’t chase him LMFAOO’
nicolandria101 says:
‘the way sukuna almost STRANGLED that casa guy over y/n??? I KNOW THAT COOKIE GOOD 🙌’
ⓘ CONFESSIONALS
‘y/n and sukuna, what do you have to say about your relationship ?’
“i think sukuna confuses control for care.”
“and i think y/n confuses silence with indifference.”
you glare at him. sukuna is unbuttoned sun-shirt & silver chain glinting across his chest. he meets your gaze from the corner of his eyes,
“you act like if i don’t say it, it isn’t real.”
“because you don’t say it.”
sukuna’s tone dips, low, dangerous: “i show it. when i didn’t kiss that casa girl. when i socked that guy who tried to touch you. when i slept on the daybed ‘cause you were mad at me.”
your arms are still crossed over your chest. you don’t meet his eyes.
“don’t tell me i don’t care when you’re the only one i lose sleep over.”
your heart claws up your throat. you’re chewing your cheek trying to suppress the bubbling in your chest. you bite your tongue,
“you still brought back someone from casa too.”
“so did you,” he quips. “guess we’re both fucked.”
you lean your head against his shoulder. “guess we are.”
the islanders have spoken, it’s time for tumblr to cast its votes !
DEAN DI LAURENTIS TEXTS -> ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS TEXTS (with secret feelings?) PT 4
'who dis?: offcampus!dean di laurentis x afab!reader
summary: you and dean really get on each others nerves, yet you're always each other go to fuck buddy, but is that really all?
warnings: mentions of ambulance/medical attention, mentions of sex.
note: i’m really enjoying making this series, so thank you everyone for the support 💗 if anyone has any reqs my inbox is open for them! also i just wanna say this IS a series… so like… they’re gonna like each other at some point (wink wink hint hint.) (and if you can spot the new addition, bonus points 😄!)
