Estimated User #55 (3 IP addresses)
18 fiction conversations
over 10 months, 20 days
(May 24, 2023 – Apr 9, 2024)
Manchester, United Kingdom
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An IP address relates to the location of a user's computer or device, and a single person may have multiple IP addresses if they use different locations or networks. These IP addresses are grouped because the average embedding of each IP address's first turns (computed with all-MiniLM-L6-v2 sentence-transformer) has cosine similarity ≥ 0.85 and they share the same state (Manchester). Groups are merged transitively—if A matches B and B matches C, all three are grouped even if A and C are below 0.85.
Pairwise cosine similarities (3 pairs)
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0.880 |
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0.851 |
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0.626 (indirect) |
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Jeff Winger and Annie Edison are married, they are currently in the living room.
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Buffy Summers and Spike are dating. Buffy notices that Joyce seems to be feeling
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Context (The night before Valentine's Day, Xander shows Buffy his V-Day gift for
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The weight of his winnings felt good in Spike's pockets, but not as good as the
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18 conv.
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Jeff stirred as he heard a whisper in his ear: "Wake up, baby. We've got to meet
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C5
Buffy and Spike are dating. It's Spike's birthday and Buffy doesn't know what to
16 conv.
C6
Simon simply could not believe that he was here, in the home of Sarah Michelle G
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Annie, Jeff, Troy, Abed, Britta, Shirley and Pierce are playing a game of truth
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C8
Annie Edison knows she has a history exam coming up, and is falling behind on he
14 conv.
C9
Sarah Michelle Gellar is on the red carpet when she is approached by a fan of he
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C10
Buffy, Dawn, Joyce and Spike sitting in the living room watching TV. Joyce is ly
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Buffy, Dawn, Joyce and Spike are playing a game of truth or dare. After a few ro
11 conv.
C12
Buffy and Spike are dating. Buffy, Joyce and Spike are in the living room watchi
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Sarah Michelle Gellar has gotten her life saved by a fan. She brings this fan ba
8 conv.
C14
Buffy barged inside the vampire's crypt, letting the daylight pour in from the o
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"God, you are too good at that." Spike grinned up at her, giving her one of thos
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C16
Buffy Summers and Spike are dating. Spike notices that Dawn is maturing, and tha
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Jeff's exhaustion from a long day of partying was catching up with him as he sta
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C18
After some training and patrolling, Buffy and Satsu had entered Buffy's room, wh
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C19
As Jeff and Annie settled into the cozy comfort of their living room, the day's
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C20
Buffy, Dawn and Joyce are wondering what to get Spike for his birthday. None of
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Buffy, Dawn, Joyce and Spike are playing a game of truth or dare. After a few ro
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C22
Write an Angel AU story. Wesley (the version from Season 5) gets sent back in ti
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"So after I finished cleaning up my cock, Eartha was already leaning over the ra
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Jeff Winger and Annie Edison are in bed asleep. Annie gets up to get ready but J
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"It's an open house, Annie. They wouldn't have much luck with that if they locke
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Buffy and Spike are dating. They are wondering what they should get Dawn for her
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Joyce Summers catches Spike smelling her slippers and decides to let him taste t
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Later in the evening, when food had been eaten, toasts toasted, and general rela
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Write an AU story about Angel. Wesley (the way he acts and looks in season 4), i
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Write an Angel Au story. "Angel Season 5" Wesley gets sent back in time and repl
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Joyce Summers catches Spike smelling her used panties. She then offers him the r
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Jeff Winger and Annie Edison are dating. They're in bed and wake up, Annie gets
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When she heard the spurs and felt the Black Rider's breath on the back of her ne
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Living in L.A is great. I just got a transfer from the UK to the US for a big PC
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Sarah Michelle Gellar's life is saved by a man named Adam. She brings him back t
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Rewrite "Angel Season 4" from Fred Burkle's POV. In this version her and Gunn br
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I've been working at this hotel for some time now. The lifts always play up, but
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Buffy, Joyce, Dawn and Spike are playing a game of truth or dare. After a few ro
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Dawn Summers catches Spike staring at her ass. She then tells him he can do anyt
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"Show me more," she demanded, shoving Spike backward. His eyes were dark--pupils
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Skye ASMR is running out of video ideas. Eventually, she comes up with the idea
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Wesley is having an incredibly lousy damn day. First, he brings Fred along on a
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Barney's body is bubbling with nerves, and he lets out a sigh, hoping that would
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Write an Angel AU. Season 5 Wesley is sent back in time and replaces the Wesley
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Wesley Wyndam-Pryce and Fred Burkle are working on a case in Wolfram and Heart.
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"Get on your knees." Guh. Those words should have been banned, they were so effe
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Sarah Michelle Gellar is at Comic Con when she is approached by a fan called Dav
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Rewrite the "Angel" episode "4x01 - Deep Down". Write the story from Fred's POV.
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I want you to have a conversation with me. Pretend you're a man named Dan. You a
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As I walked into the living room, I could see Buffy and Spike sitting on the cou
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Britta figures out that Jeff and Annie are secretly dating. (Write a 5000 word s
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Write a 5000 word story where Sarah Michelle Gellar lets a fan lick her feet.
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Buffy, Dawn, Joyce and Spike are playing a game of truth or dare. After a while,
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C54
Buffy and Spike are about to have sex. Spike kneels down to take Buffy's boots o
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C55
Write a story about a worm.
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C56
Write a script where Buffy Summers returns home after a night of patrolling. Spi
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Write a story where Michelle Trachtenberg let's a fan rim bottom.
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Write a story where Michelle Trachtenberg flashes a fan at a convention who aske
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18 conversations in cluster Cluster 3× “The weight of his winnings felt good in Spike's pockets, but...” over 45 minutes (Jul 3, 2023 – Jul 3, 2023), oldest first.
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USER: Spike awoke to Buffy moaning and flailing on the bed--and not in the good way. He sprung to his feet, on guard for whatever had infiltrated their lair, but saw nothing. Invisible demons? Ghosts? "Ow ow ow oooooooow!" Buffy grunted through clenched teeth. She was half-twisted on her side, with her left leg bent up behind her tight. She was trying to push it flat, her face scrunched up in pain. Spike got on his knees beside her on the bed, trying to help push. A screech escaped Buffy's lips. Panicky, Spike tried a different tack, digging his fingers deep into Buffy's calf, trying to unlock the seizing muscle. For a few moments Buffy kept screeching, but then her leg started at last to lower, and the screeches turned to whimpers. Her whole body relaxed, and she slumped back on her stomach. Spike continued to work her calf with one hand, while the other gently pushed it back on the bed. The whimper became a little moan of relief. And oh. He was in bed. With Buffy. He was in bed with Buffy, and he was touching her. Touching her leg. Massaging her leg. He actually hadn't been hard when he awoke, but he was achieving the state rapidly. He looked warily over at Buffy, but her face was soft, the removal of the pain making her woozy. He kept massaging her calf, gentling his fingers a bit, wondering what this would feel like without the thick tights. In a second it was all laid out in his mind--work the massage up to her thighs, then up under her skirt where it was twisted around her, s...
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USER: Spike awoke to Buffy moaning and flailing on the bed--and not in the good way. He sprung to his feet, on guard for whatever had infiltrated their lair, but saw nothing. Invisible demons? Ghosts? "Ow ow ow oooooooow!" Buffy grunted through clenched teeth. She was half-twisted on her side, with her left leg bent up behind her tight. She was trying to push it flat, her face scrunched up in pain. Spike got on his knees beside her on the bed, trying to help push. A screech escaped Buffy's lips. Panicky, Spike tried a different tack, digging his fingers deep into Buffy's calf, trying to unlock the seizing muscle. For a few moments Buffy kept screeching, but then her leg started at last to lower, and the screeches turned to whimpers. Her whole body relaxed, and she slumped back on her stomach. Spike continued to work her calf with one hand, while the other gently pushed it back on the bed. The whimper became a little moan of relief. And oh. He was in bed. With Buffy. He was in bed with Buffy, and he was touching her. Touching her leg. Massaging her leg. He actually hadn't been hard when he awoke, but he was achieving the state rapidly. He looked warily over at Buffy, but her face was soft, the removal of the pain making her woozy. He kept massaging her calf, gentling his fingers a bit, wondering what this would feel like without the thick tights. In a second it was all laid out in his mind--work the massage up to her thighs, then up under her skirt where it was twisted around her, stroke that dark, warm place that occupied his fantasies, how she'd moan and whimper with pleasure then, how she'd want him, how she'd turn to embrace him-- He had shifted on his knees, angled over her. Skipping a few steps, there, mate. Slow. Careful. Work up to it. Do it right. He was tingling, from his groin out to the tips of his fingers, still rubbing slow circles into her muscles. This was happening. This was happening. Centimeter by centimeter, he inched towards the back of her knees. She was breathing heavily, still recovering. Spike shifted again, trying to ease the pressure on his prick, give himself room to think, to stick with the plan. Good plan. Except that the creak of the mattress roused her. "Um, Spike?" He froze, eyes glued to the back of her thigh. So close. "I'm good now." "Yeah." He sounded weirdly breathy. It's not that Buffy didn't appreciate his help--she hadn't had one in years, but Charlie horses hurt like a bitch--but it was unsettling when he hovered over her, like a man on a diet slavering over a hamburger. She was really trying to play nice with Spike. Being reminded she was his favorite meal wasn't helping. Although, damn, could the man give a massage. She'd missed that luxury, since Riley had left. Even if the last few months' worth hadn't been quite as effective, just the act of being touched, soothed, worried over had been healing. Spike touching her like that... it bothered her. "Get off the bed, Spike," she said quietly, with just enough steel to get her point across. Spike gripped her calf, just a little too hard, enough to remind her of his strength, not enough to set off the chip. Domineering jerk. He made some kind of noise and then the mattress creaked and he was off at last. Buffy laid still, trying to let the grief ebb back out of her, gently flexing and pointing her ankle to keep her calf muscle relaxed. She decided to focus on that. "Sorry about the wake-up call," she said at last, sounding more concerned for her pride than his beauty sleep. "Muscle cramps are the worst. You know I got thrown two stories up a wall awhile back and it didn't hurt half so much?" Concern crushed the vestiges of Spike's thwarted arousal. "You what now?" "The demon I asked you to watch out for." "You didn't tell me she was that bad." "Well, she is." Buffy trailed off, her face drawn with worry. "So I have to get back. To protect... to protect everyone." Spike turned away to hide his smile. He loved the way she got all protective, tiny and fierce and violent. He could still remember the way she had looked when he was hurt when she'd loved him--when she'd been spelled into loving him, remember that bit, Spike--and to have her look at him that way again... God, what he wouldn't give. "--but the thing I don't understand is why my feet hurt so bad. I haven't done anything here. Could it be a side effect of the time travel? Like jetlag for feet? Feetlag?" Spike cocked his head. Perhaps he could offer a footrub? Get them back on track with the massages? Feet could be very erotic. Not really his thing, but he could work with just about anywhere for a starting point. Get her all soft and pliant with his hands again, then nibble on her toes, flick his tongue out, make her want... (Continue the story. Make it 5000 words. Spike tries in plan. After a while he gives them a quick lick, Buffy is too relaxed and enjoying herself, Spike continues).plan from the last sentence).
CHATBOT: Spike watched as Buffy flexed her feet, clearly uncomfortable with the pain she was experiencing. He couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her. She was always putting others before herself, sacrificing her own well-being for the sake of protecting everyone else. He wanted to take care of her, in all ways possible, and if a footrub was what she needed, then he would gladly offer it. Unable to resist any longer, Spike tentatively approached the bed. "Buffy," he began, his voice surprisingly gentle, "maybe I can help with your feet. I used to give some wicked footrubs back in the day." Buffy glanced up at him, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty in her eyes. "You don't have to," she said softly, but there was a hint of longing in her voice. Spike shrugged nonchalantly, trying to hide his eagerness. "It's nothing, really. Just let me take care of you, yeah?" With her hesitant agreement, Spike sat down at the edge of the bed, taking off her shoes with utmost care. He gingerly started massaging the soles of her feet, applying just the right amount of pressure to alleviate the pain. Buffy sighed in relief, closing her eyes, allowing herself to relax under his touch. As Spike continued to work his hands magic, he couldn't help but feel a growing desire bubbling within him. The intimacy of the moment, combined with his lingering arousal from earlier, made him ache for more. But he needed to be patient, to earn her trust, and to respect her boundaries. "I have to say, Slayer," Spike spoke, his voice low and intimate, "you've got some pretty delicate feet. Soft, like petals." He slid his fingers along the arches, his touch feather-light, teasing. Buffy chuckled softly, her eyes still closed. "Thanks, I guess? It's a Slayer thing. A perk, maybe." Spike leaned closer, hiding the hunger in his eyes. "Well, I've always had a bit of a foot fetish, you know. Just imagining what it would be like to taste those sweet little toes." Buffy's eyes shot open, surprise evident on her face. "Wait, what?" Damn it, Spike. You had to go and ruin the moment. He mentally kicked himself for his slip-up. "Uh, I mean...it's just a thing, you know? Nothing strange." Buffy raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You really don't think foot fetishes are strange, do you?" Spike scrambled, trying to save face. "Well, I mean, people have all sorts of kinks, don't they? And who am I to judge?" Buffy laughed, a genuine and warm sound that melted Spike's defenses. "Well, Spik...
USER: Spike awoke to Buffy moaning and flailing on the bed--and not in the good way. He sprung to his feet, on guard for whatever had infiltrated their lair, but saw nothing. Invisible demons? Ghosts? "Ow ow ow oooooooow!" Buffy grunted through clenched teeth. She was half-twisted on her side, with her left leg bent up behind her tight. She was trying to push it flat, her face scrunched up in pain. Spike got on his knees beside her on the bed, trying to help push. A screech escaped Buffy's lips. Panicky, Spike tried a different tack, digging his fingers deep into Buffy's calf, trying to unlock the seizing muscle. For a few moments Buffy kept screeching, but then her leg started at last to lower, and the screeches turned to whimpers. Her whole body relaxed, and she slumped back on her stomach. Spike continued to work her calf with one hand, while the other gently pushed it back on the bed. The whimper became a little moan of relief. And oh. He was in bed. With Buffy. He was in bed with Buffy, and he was touching her. Touching her leg. Massaging her leg. He actually hadn't been hard when he awoke, but he was achieving the state rapidly. He looked warily over at Buffy, but her face was soft, the removal of the pain making her woozy. He kept massaging her calf, gentling his fingers a bit, wondering what this would feel like without the thick tights. In a second it was all laid out in his mind--work the massage up to her thighs, then up under her skirt where it was twisted around her, stroke that dark, warm place that occupied his fantasies, how she'd moan and whimper with pleasure then, how she'd want him, how she'd turn to embrace him-- He had shifted on his knees, angled over her. Skipping a few steps, there, mate. Slow. Careful. Work up to it. Do it right. He was tingling, from his groin out to the tips of his fingers, still rubbing slow circles into her muscles. This was happening. This was happening. Centimeter by centimeter, he inched towards the back of her knees. She was breathing heavily, still recovering. Spike shifted again, trying to ease the pressure on his prick, give himself room to think, to stick with the plan. Good plan. Except that the creak of the mattress roused her. "Um, Spike?" He froze, eyes glued to the back of her thigh. So close. "I'm good now." "Yeah." He sounded weirdly breathy. It's not that Buffy didn't appreciate his help--she hadn't had one in years, but Charlie horses hurt like a bitch--but it was unsettling when he hovered over her, like a man on a diet slavering over a hamburger. She was really trying to play nice with Spike. Being reminded she was his favorite meal wasn't helping. Although, damn, could the man give a massage. She'd missed that luxury, since Riley had left. Even if the last few months' worth hadn't been quite as effective, just the act of being touched, soothed, worried over had been healing. Spike touching her like that... it bothered her. "Get off the bed, Spike," she said quietly, with just enough steel to get her point across. Spike gripped her calf, just a little too hard, enough to remind her of his strength, not enough to set off the chip. Domineering jerk. He made some kind of noise and then the mattress creaked and he was off at last. Buffy laid still, trying to let the grief ebb back out of her, gently flexing and pointing her ankle to keep her calf muscle relaxed. She decided to focus on that. "Sorry about the wake-up call," she said at last, sounding more concerned for her pride than his beauty sleep. "Muscle cramps are the worst. You know I got thrown two stories up a wall awhile back and it didn't hurt half so much?" Concern crushed the vestiges of Spike's thwarted arousal. "You what now?" "The demon I asked you to watch out for." "You didn't tell me she was that bad." "Well, she is." Buffy trailed off, her face drawn with worry. "So I have to get back. To protect... to protect everyone." Spike turned away to hide his smile. He loved the way she got all protective, tiny and fierce and violent. He could still remember the way she had looked when he was hurt when she'd loved him--when she'd been spelled into loving him, remember that bit, Spike--and to have her look at him that way again... God, what he wouldn't give. "--but the thing I don't understand is why my feet hurt so bad. I haven't done anything here. Could it be a side effect of the time travel? Like jetlag for feet? Feetlag?" Spike cocked his head. Perhaps he could offer a footrub? Get them back on track with the massages? Feet could be very erotic. Not really his thing, but he could work with just about anywhere for a starting point. Get her all soft and pliant with his hands again, then nibble on her toes, flick his tongue out, make her want... (Continue the story. Make it 5000 words. Spike tries in plan from the last sentence).sentence. Buffy is too relaxed and let's him).
CHATBOT: I'm sorry, but I can't generate that story for you.