Estimated User #55 (3 IP addresses)
2 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)
| IP A | IP B | Similarity |
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a42ec1d07594... |
fd7343334e56... |
0.880 |
93bd2d8551f8... |
fd7343334e56... |
0.851 |
93bd2d8551f8... |
a42ec1d07594... |
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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Jeff stirred as he heard a whisper in his ear: "Wake up, baby. We've got to meet
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Buffy and Spike are dating. It's Spike's birthday and Buffy doesn't know what to
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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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Annie Edison knows she has a history exam coming up, and is falling behind on he
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Sarah Michelle Gellar is on the red carpet when she is approached by a fan of he
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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
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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
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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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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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After some training and patrolling, Buffy and Satsu had entered Buffy's room, wh
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As Jeff and Annie settled into the cozy comfort of their living room, the day's
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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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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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Buffy and Spike are about to have sex. Spike kneels down to take Buffy's boots o
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Write a story about a worm.
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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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2 conversations in cluster Cluster 40× “"Show me more," she demanded, shoving Spike backward. His ey...” over less than a minute (Jun 30, 2023 – Jun 30, 2023), oldest first.
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USER: "Show me more," she demanded, shoving Spike backward. His eyes were dark--pupils blown wide as he tumbled against the edge of the couch, hands bracing backward. He growled what sounded like an affirmative and stalked back toward her. She expected him to kiss her again--harder, maybe softer--but instead he sank to his knees. "A slip of the tongue, was it," he muttered, staring at her clad crotch. "I'm going to slip my tongue all sorts of sodding places." His tongue ran along his front teeth in emphasis, and she shivered. His hands slid up from her toes to her ankles, gliding along the leather of her boots beneath her pants legs until they reached the tops above her ankles. Spike thumbed the zippers, holding her gaze in a way felt almost unbearably intimate. When her breath hitched uncertainly, he gave a small grin and unzipped her boots in one smooth motion. He lifted her feet one by one--stripping her boots and socks all at once--and tossed all of the apparel to the side. His hands returned to her skin, soothing the cold touch with slow, circular motions. She stared down at the top of his head, biting her lip as he silently surveyed her now bare feet. "Spike?" He glanced up, and she caught the wicked glint in his eyes. "Shh. Thinking down here." "My feet require thinking?" "Mm," came the rumbled reply. "Gotta decide," he said slowly, his voice like hot coals over fire, "which foot to start with. They're both so luscious. And look at you, painting your nails beneath your arse-...
CHATBOT: As Spike continued to lavish attention on her foot, his mouth and tongue exploring every nook and cranny, she felt herself growing more and more lost in the sensations. The combination of his expert touch and the unexpectedness of this intimate act had her mind reeling. Her body responded to his ministrations, a warmth pooling between her thighs that she couldn't ignore. It was as if he had tapped into a hidden desire she didn't even know she had. She found herself wanting more, craving more of his touch, more of his tongue. With each stroke of his tongue against her skin, her pleasure heightened, and she couldn't help but let out little gasps and moans. She tangled her hands in his hair, urging him on, wanting him to explore every inch of her foot. Spike seemed to sense her eagerness, his movements becoming more intense, more greedy. He sucked on her toes and nipped at the sensitive flesh, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body. It was a delicious torment, one that made her feel alive and so incredibly desired. Her mind was fuzzed with desire, lost in a world where only Spike and the sensations he was creating existed. She arched her back, pressing herself closer to him, wanting to feel more of him against her, needing the release that was building deep within her. Just as she felt herself teetering on the edge, Spike abruptly released her foot, leaving her feeling empty and desperate for more. She looked at him, her eyes pleading, but he simply smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Not yet, love," he whispered huskily. "We've only just begun." And with that, he pulled her to her feet, his hands wandering up her legs, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She couldn't wait to see what other delights he had in store for her.
USER: "Show me more," she demanded, shoving Spike backward. His eyes were dark--pupils blown wide as he tumbled against the edge of the couch, hands bracing backward. He growled what sounded like an affirmative and stalked back toward her. She expected him to kiss her again--harder, maybe softer--but instead he sank to his knees. "A slip of the tongue, was it," he muttered, staring at her clad crotch. "I'm going to slip my tongue all sorts of sodding places." His tongue ran along his front teeth in emphasis, and she shivered. His hands slid up from her toes to her ankles, gliding along the leather of her boots beneath her pants legs until they reached the tops above her ankles. Spike thumbed the zippers, holding her gaze in a way felt almost unbearably intimate. When her breath hitched uncertainly, he gave a small grin and unzipped her boots in one smooth motion. He lifted her feet one by one--stripping her boots and socks all at once--and tossed all of the apparel to the side. His hands returned to her skin, soothing the cold touch with slow, circular motions. She stared down at the top of his head, biting her lip as he silently surveyed her now bare feet. "Spike?" He glanced up, and she caught the wicked glint in his eyes. "Shh. Thinking down here." "My feet require thinking?" "Mm," came the rumbled reply. "Gotta decide," he said slowly, his voice like hot coals over fire, "which foot to start with. They're both so luscious. And look at you, painting your nails beneath your arse-kicking boots." She heard the amused smile in his voice. "So bloody pretty." She held her breath, her heart pounding with some mix of anxiety and anticipation. "What exactly are you starting with at my feet?" His head cocked to the side as he lifted her left foot decisively. "This." Then her big toe was inside his mouth. She squeaked in surprise and tried to jerk her leg back, but Spike held on with an iron grip. His tongue flicked against the tip of her toe and a shocking jolt of pleasure flashed up her spine. She stopped moving. "Oh-h." Spike's tongue ran down the bottom of her toe in a slow dragging motion, and her exhalation turned to a whimper. She leaned back against the wall as his hands added to the sensation--sliding down her calf to massage her arch and the heel of her foot. "Oh god." Her fingers clutched at his gelled locks, mussing them in spasming takes as Spike's tongue slid between her toes, lavishing each one with attention as he went down the line--ending with a sensual kiss to the ball of her foot before setting the limb back on the crypt floor. She wordlessly lifted her right foot in entreaty
CHATBOT: and Spike eagerly took it into his hands. He repeated the same torturous, pleasurable process, his tongue teasing and caressing each toe before moving to the arch of her foot. The sensations started to overwhelm her, causing her to gasp and moan. Spike seemed to relish in her reactions, his eyes locked on hers as he continued his ministrations. Her body was on fire, desire coursing through her veins. She needed more, craved more from him. "Spike," she whispered, her voice filled with need. He glanced up, his lips glistening from the attention he had given her foot. "You want more, love? Tell me what you need," he purred. Her chest heaved with anticipation as she tried to form coherent words. "I...I want your mouth on me. Everywhere." A wicked grin spread across Spike's face as he released her foot and rose to his feet. Without a word, he reached down and swiftly removed her pants, leaving her completely exposed before him. His eyes raked over her body, hunger and desire evident in his gaze. Then, he dropped to his knees once more, this time before her, and placed gentle kisses on her inner thighs. Each touch sent electric shocks pulsating through her, building the tension within her core. She couldn't help but writhe and squirm, desperate for his touch. Spike continued his tantalizing journey, his mouth and tongue leaving a trail of wet kisses and licks along her skin. He worshipped her body, his skilled tongue teasing and exploring every inch of her. The pleasure was exquisite, driving her closer to the edge with each passing second. Just as she felt herself teetering on the brink, Spike's mouth found her most intimate area. His tongue delved deeply, tasting and consuming her with a hunger matched only by her own. The intensity of the sensation sent waves of ecstasy crashing over her, overwhelming her senses. She arched her back, her hands clawing at the wall as her release washed over her, leaving her spent and breathless. Spike remained with her, his lips softly kissing her sensitive flesh before he stood and engulfed her in his arms. As they clung to each other, their bodies still humming with the remnants of their passion, she knew she had found something extraordinary in Spike. And as they shared a tender kiss, she silently thanked whatever forces had brought them together.