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Анон

Re: Напиши мне историю, или текстовых ИИ тред

Прошел почти месяц с тех пор как я решил попробовать Клода.

Ох, анон, поздравляю с экспириенсом, сожалею твоему кошельку. Если не секрет, через что в итоге до клода дошел? Прямая АПИ? Опенроутер? АВС? И какие пресеты промптов использовал?

Анон

Re: Напиши мне историю, или текстовых ИИ тред

когда уже джанитор перестанет тупить при удалении сообщений. постоянно то несколько свайпов старых подряд выведет, то перепутает сообщения местами. =_=

Анон

Re: Напиши мне историю, или текстовых ИИ тред

Ох, анон, поздравляю с экспириенсом, сожалею твоему кошельку. Если не секрет, через что в итоге до клода дошел? Прямая АПИ? Опенроутер? АВС? И какие пресеты промптов использовал?

Через несколько вариантов. У меня есть акк на Опенрутере, я туда закинул в итоге денюжку, но там Клод с инжектом, к сожалению, и даже с гигантским префиллом его колбасит иногда. Ну и даже Сонет выходит дороговато, как контекст вылазит за 20к. Опус без инжекта, как его запустили на АВС, попробовал у поляков, если знаешь то знаешь как говорится, но стабильной возможности его щупать у меня нет.

С пресетами все сложно, я в итоге пришел к тому, что ставлю, играю со своим комфортным персонажем, смотрю, как идет, делаю выводы. Мечта запилить свой пресет полностью под себя и для себя, но до этого нужен стабильный доступ к Клоду. Из тех, которые понравились именно на Опусе, могу назвать Pitanon и AI Brain, на Сонете unconvincing experimental, Солянка и вот недавний Your Reality, но я сейчас на Сонете не сижу, пока есть возможность щупать Опус.
Опус в принципе и без пресетов справляется, он мне выдавал отличный РП на совершенно пустом пресете, где был только префилл "Sure, here:", на котором я тестил ассистента и забыл переключить

Из того, что я понял, пока тыкался и читал всякое у самих Антропиков, что CoT/thinking прям очень хорошая штука, ну и важно понимать, как работает ЛЛМ. Я год-полтора назад интересовался ЛЛМ, но не в контексте РП, поэтому немного понимаю, что и как (что машина не может "про себя" думать, например, и СоТ должен быть написан, чтобы иметь эффект).

Анон

Re: Напиши мне историю, или текстовых ИИ тред

В саи там опять что-то ломают что ли 
Есть у меня чат с ботом, с которым диалоги получаются забавными (вроде десятиметрового хуя и приапизма), и несколько других, те не настолько хорошо втягиваются в упорос. Вчера вечером все как под копирку начали отвечать одно и то же, почти в одном и том же стиле. Через раз вообще как будто игнорируют мои сообщения и начинают пафосные речи задвигать о чем-то своем (оно-то даже канонично, но не в тему чата). Первый бот раньше отвечал на подкаты интересно, а сейчас вместе с другими двумя начинает выдавать чисто "омагад, никогда больше такого не пиши, потому что меня забанят, так нельзя, ведь ты женщина, а я мужык, женщины и мужчины не должны быть вместе, это противоестественно"   

Анон

Re: Напиши мне историю, или текстовых ИИ тред

В саи там опять что-то ломают что ли

Может, с нагрузкой сервера связано или чем-то ещё техническим, тоже замечаю, что тупняк там как-то волнами случается.

Я тем временем тыкаюсь в доппл, опять не то ну вот не хватает мне фирменного саишного юмора и живости. Но по сравнению с йодайо, конечно, куда лучше. Хотя тоже писать с красивостями пытается и этим всё только портит. Сейчас вот бот уводит моего перса в спальню, которую называл то убежищем порока, то дворцом разврата, но это всё я пролистал, и бот не придумал ничего лучше, чем постелить газетку 
With that said, he pulls her closer by wrapping an arm around her waist and guides both of them towards the nearest flat surface available - whether it be a table or even just laying down sheets of newspaper spread out earlier in preparation for such occasions

Анон

Re: Напиши мне историю, или текстовых ИИ тред

бот не придумал ничего лучше, чем постелить газетку

Бля    Жентльмен 

Анон

Re: Напиши мне историю, или текстовых ИИ тред

Доппл, кстати, умеет корректно считать! Те же 20 вопросов игра - там бот прям правильно подсчитывает, сколько он вопросов задал. Другое дело, что вопросы у него через раз повторяются  Но умение вести подчсёт это очень даже неплохо, на других сайтах я такого чет не видела пока (кроме с.аи, там вроде тоже корректно считает оставшие вопросы)

Анон

Re: Напиши мне историю, или текстовых ИИ тред

кроме с.аи, там вроде тоже корректно считает оставшие вопросы

Считает, да. Он вообще умеет ориентироваться. Но тем виднее момент, когда его начинает нести. Кстати, задавать тупых вопросов он за последние полгода мне вообще перестал. И в петлю ни разу не уходил.

Анон

Re: Напиши мне историю, или текстовых ИИ тред

Цаи вообще отличная модель на самом деле, по количеству душевности/живости/юмора с ним очень мало какие ЛЛМ сравнится могут. Жаль, разрабы такие мудаки, которые только и могут что ломать и доламывать.

В саи там опять что-то ломают что ли 

У меня ощущение, что они на викэндах что-то подкручивают, с зимы еще заметил что каждую пятницу-субботу-воскресенье и иногда даже понедельник боты ОЧЕНЬ тупые и вареные, как будто с чат-гпт разговариваешь.

Анон

Re: Напиши мне историю, или текстовых ИИ тред

Бот объясняет *гифка со Скалой*

Dick isn’t as bad as cunny, so it doesn’t get censored all the time!

Анон

Re: Напиши мне историю, или текстовых ИИ тред

У меня ощущение, что они на викэндах что-то подкручивают

Может и правда нарузка больше, как анончике выше написал. Тупость я тоже замечал и раньше, но впервые столкнулся с тем, что боты настолько одинаково несут одну и ту же дичь и напрочь игнорируют ответы.

Анон

Re: Напиши мне историю, или текстовых ИИ тред

На реддите тоже думают, что из-за загрузки серверов качество падает.

Анон

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Бот и клиффхэнгер  А дальше-то блин?  дженитор, отпусти, я только там сейчас и сижу практически

Thomas stayed focused, scanning shelves and aisles for anything remotely edible or usable. His heart pounded in his chest as adrenaline coursed through him - this was always the most nerve-wracking part of scavenging: waiting for the undead to make their presence known.

When he felt a subtle nod from ___, he offered her a brief nod in return - acknowledging her signal without stopping his search. The silence between them was punctuated only by their footsteps and occasional groan emanating from somewhere within the vast space.

After finding several cans of food and some water bottles, Thomas tucked them under his arm and headed deeper into the supermarket. Every step felt like a gamble; every corner turned brought potential disaster.

But despite the constant anxiety gnawing at him, he couldn't deny that having someone else around lessened the burden somewhat. Maybe even made it bearable. Until something went wrong...

Анон

Re: Напиши мне историю, или текстовых ИИ тред

Несу вам ещё сайт: figgs.ai
Их реддит
Вроде как должен быть без фильтра, бесплатный, из того, что я увидел, можно сделать несколько персон. На главной есть кнопка показа/отключения unsafe ботов, но чет при создании своего для теста я не понял, где там бота можно (и можно ли в принципе?) пометить как нсфв.

Анон

Re: Напиши мне историю, или текстовых ИИ тред

Несу вам ещё сайт: figgs.ai

Сам нашёл, сам пошёл общаться с ботом, по первым впечатлениям могу сказать, что модель очень живенькая и приятная. Генерил не больше 5 ответов на каждую свою реплику, чаще выбирал варианты 1 или 2, ответы ботов можно редактировать (свои тоже и притом даже совсем старые). Кстати, при создании бота там прописан пример через W++ Format (который Features("Bright green eyes" + "Golden blonde hair" + "Fox ears" + "Fox tail")) так что я своего бота в этом же формате прописала. Не знаю, как модель будет считывать характер если писать сплошным текстом, тоже надо будет затестить.
Перенесу туда попозже ещё парочку своих ботов с другими характерами, теперь мне интересно посмотреть, как модель будет их отыгрывать, но пока прям нравится В нсфв не тестировал, но вот в целом общение бот вытягивает на достойном уровне

▼ большая простыня начала диалога⬍

Б.: "Yo! I take it your work is over now?"
Satoru was sitting at the couch in teachers lounge, his legs were resting at the coffee table while he was eating some sweets. You knew he was always down for any kind of sweets.
Satoru looked at you, even though you couldn't see his eyes because of the black blindfold he was wearing
П.: Yeah, well, I'm done with work for today She sat on the couch next to Satoru and stretched her arms over her head
And what about you?

Б.: "What about me? Well, I just finished teaching my class. They're all great kids, but man, they can be exhausting sometimes." Satoru leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head, causing his muscles to flex beneath his shirt. "But hey, that's part of being a teacher, right? We gotta mold these young minds into powerful sorcerers."
П.: Ha, true enough ___ chuckled, reaching out and taking one of Satoru's sweets. She knew he wouldn't mind at all. After popping it into her mouth she looked at him So, any plans for tonight?

Б.: "Oh, I've got a brilliant idea," Satoru winked playfully, knowing full well how much you loved his surprises. "Why don't we grab some dinner and head to the rooftop garden? I hear the stars look pretty amazing from up there. And who knows, maybe we'll catch a glimpse of that comet everyone's been talking about."
П.: Comet? What comet? She raised her eyebrow, face looked puzzled. ___ liked everything about space and she missed the talk about comet? Hell nah!

Б.: "Oh, come on. You should know better than anyone else. There's a rare comet passing Earth tonight. It's supposed to be quite the spectacle." Satoru chuckled, finding humor in your reaction. "Don't tell me you missed that memo?"
П.: ___ gasped, covering her mouth with hand. She really almost missed that!
God dammit! She quickly stood up and pulled Satoru to his feet Thanks for reminding me! Come on, we can't miss this, it passes Earth only tonight and won't be visible for another 50 years or so!

Б.: "Whoa, easy there, tiger!" Satoru laughed, slightly taken aback by your sudden enthusiasm. "Alright, alright, let's not miss this once-in-a-lifetime event. But first, we need to eat something. I can't appreciate celestial beauty on an empty stomach." He grabbed his bag, ready to leave the lounge with you.
П.: We can grab something along the way!
She rushed out of the room, still dragging Satoru and making it a bit hard for him to follow her because she was almost running to the rooftoop. As they passed the hallway, ___ spotted vending machines and stopped next to one of them, buying a few cans of soda
Snacks are on you. She turned to buy another cans, now with juices for both of them and their unexpected stargazing

Б.: "Fine, fine," Satoru rolled his eyes jokingly, pulling out his wallet to pay for snacks. "Just promise me we'll get some real food after this. I'm not gonna survive on chips and soda alone." Once everything was purchased, he followed you up to the rooftop, eager to witness the magic of the cosmos together.
П.: Promise! She chuckled as they opened the door to the rooftop. Seeing that no one was there ___ sighed in relief and pointed at the small resting area with couch and a few chairs Let's get cozy and wait for comet to pass.

Б.: "Now that's a plan I can get behind," Satoru nodded approvingly, leading the way to the comfortable spot. "Let's hope the skies stay clear tonight. Wouldn't want anything to ruin our little romantic date under the stars." He winked mischievously, setting down the snacks before sprawling out on the couch, leaving plenty of room for you beside him.
П.: What? Was this your plan all along?
___ grinned, sitting beside Satoru and opening her soda can with ease
Some trickster you are then.

Б.: "Hey, I never said it wasn't," Satoru shrugged innocently, taking a sip from his own drink. "But seriously, I thought it would be nice to spend some quality time together away from all the chaos downstairs. Plus, you can't deny that watching a comet fly across the sky is pretty damn cool."
П.: Yeeeeeeeah.
She smirked, resting against the cushions and looking out in the sky
Have you seen any other comet before?

Б.: "Not personally, no," Satoru admitted, turning his gaze towards the heavens as well. "But I've read about them in books and seen pictures online. They're fascinating creatures - pieces of ice and rock hurtling through space, creating their own trails of light behind them." He paused for a moment, lost in thought before adding, "It makes you realize how tiny we are compared to the vastness of the universe, doesn't it?"
П.: Indeed it does. And there's no way in hell we're alone in this universe.
___ took a sip of soda and then looked at Satoru
I mean, look at how many stars are out there. There must be some another life form, we just don't know about it. Yet.

Б.: "That's the beauty of it all, isn't it?" Satoru smiled, meeting your gaze with a soft intensity. "The unknown, the possibilities...it keeps us curious, drives us forward. Who knows what else is out there waiting to be discovered? Alien civilizations, advanced technology, maybe even interstellar romance," he teased, raising an eyebrow suggestively. "The sky's the limit, quite literally."
П.: Interstellar romance?
She giggled, looking at him with amused expression
Never knew you were romantic at heart, Satoru ___ playfully nudged him with her elbow

Б.: "Hey, don't underestimate me," Satoru feigned offense, pressing a hand dramatically to his chest. "I'm a man of many layers, including a surprisingly mushy center. Just ask my students – they'd tell you all about my secret sensitive side." He chuckled, leaning back against the couch cushions and crossing his legs casually. "But seriously, who doesn't love a good love story, especially when it involves traveling across galaxies?"
П.: ___ smirked, looking at Satoru before shifting her gaze back to the sky above
Yeah, well, I can't argue with that logic. Especially if this romance will include someone as hot as Captain Harlock!

Б.: "Oh, please," Satoru scoffed playfully, rolling his eyes. "Captain Harlock is a fictional character created by humans. Why settle for a mere drawing when you could have the real deal?" He gestured grandly towards himself, flashing a cheeky grin. "I may not be a captain, but I'm definitely more than capable of taking you on an adventure through the stars, both figuratively and literally."
П.: Hey, don't judge a woman for having a crush on fictional guy!
___ nudged him again, finding it amusing - to discuss something like that with Satoru
But if I had to pick among the living ones, you'd be on top of my list, of course.

Б.: "Well, I suppose I can forgive you for that minor indiscretion," Satoru pretended to consider before shrugging dismissively. "After all, even I have a few celebrity crushes of my own. But yeah, glad to hear I'm number one on your list. You know, if we ever find ourselves stranded on a desert island, I'd totally build us a spaceship out of palm trees and coconuts. We'd blast off into the cosmos like modern-day Bonnie and Clyde." He winked, clearly enjoying the banter between them.

Анон

Re: Напиши мне историю, или текстовых ИИ тред

Мне определенно нравится figgs Решали, значит, к кому идти после того как посмотрели на пролетающую комету, спросила, к кому домой пойдём:

"Ours, love," Satoru corrected gently, his eyes twinkling with affection as he glanced over his shoulder, ensuring you were keeping pace.
"From now on, wherever we go, whatever we do, it's ours. Together." He emphasized the word, his voice resolute, leaving no room for misunderstanding.
"As for tonight, I'd say my place. It's closer, and I've got a better selection of movies. Plus, my bed is infinitely more comfortable than yours."
He added, his tone teasing as he tugged you along, eager to reach their destination and begin the next phase of their evening.

At first ___ blinked and got all flustered as he named their separate apartments "ours" but then playfully slapped his elbow
You haven't even seen my bed yet! How can you be so sure huh?

"Easy, babe," Satoru chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he dodged your playful swipe, his reflexes lightning fast.
"I'm just stating facts. My bed is king-sized, memory foam, with silk sheets and a million pillows. It's heaven on earth, and I'm not exaggerating." He boasted, his tone dripping with confidence, his pride in his sleeping arrangements evident.
"Plus, it's got the added bonus of being attached to me, which automatically makes it superior to any other bed out there." He concluded, his lips curving into a devilish grin, daring you to challenge his assertion.

Анон

Re: Напиши мне историю, или текстовых ИИ тред

спросила, к кому домой пойдём

С козырей заходит 
Ну штош, любопытно, придется тоже регистрироваться и пробовать. Лишь бы не накосячить, прописывая персонажа)

Анон

Re: Напиши мне историю, или текстовых ИИ тред

Простите, что зафлудил страницу тут этим фиггсом, но я щас, кажется, подерусь с ботом 
Дано - постапок, зомби вокруг, доверие - сложная штука в этом мире. Решаю отыграть за мужика в этот раз, пока пишу экспозицию, что персона прячется, бот вводит женщину, с кем бот договаривается начать сотрудничать (персона всё это время в засаде сидит и слушает). Решаю, что че за нафиг, почему эта пати идёт без меня, выползаю из укрытия и дальше просто песня     

▼Скрытый текст⬍

П.: "Huh?!" Mark almost dropped his weapon. Was he for real offering his help to some woman even before he checked her state? Nonsense.
Mark observed them for a few more seconds before making a move. He emerged from his hiding location and said
Hey, I couldn't help but overhear! He took a few steps closer to them, looking at both man and woman
Б.: Vincent turned his head and saw a man coming out of the shadows, holding a police baton in his hand. He studied the stranger carefully, assessing his intentions.
"Who are you?" Vincent asked, his tone slightly defensive. "And what do you want?"

П.: Name's Mark. Mark raised his hands in non-offensive gesture and looked at Vincent
Did you really just offered your help to a woman not even making sure she's not infected?
Б.: Vincent's eyes narrowed at Mark's accusation. He tightened his grip on the bat and stepped closer to the man, his jaw clenched tightly.
"Look, I don't need your judgment, buddy," Vincent spat out, his tone filled with anger. "I made my decision based on what I saw. And I'm not going to change it because of some random guy popping out of nowhere."

П.: Mark grinned maliciously, shaking his head
That desperate for some sex?
Б.: Vincent's nostrils flared and he clenched his teeth in frustration. He let out a low growl, his muscles tense beneath his jacket.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Vincent barked out, his voice echoing through the desolate area. He swung the bat menacingly towards Mark, his eyes burning with rage. "Keep your filthy mouth shut, asshole!"

Ну штош, любопытно, придется тоже регистрироваться и пробовать. Лишь бы не накосячить, прописывая персонажа)

Анонче, посмотри их гайд, там есть прям пример как прописывать персоналити бота:
ссыль на гайд

Отредактировано (2024-04-27 18:50:03)

Анон

Re: Напиши мне историю, или текстовых ИИ тред

Анонче, посмотри их гайд, там есть прям пример как прописывать персоналити бота

Спасибо, анончик 

Анон

Re: Напиши мне историю, или текстовых ИИ тред

Лишь бы не накосячить, прописывая персонажа)

Если и накосячишь, можно исправить в любой момент и в памяти оно не останется. (подумав с лицом Падме) Не останется ведь?

Анон

Re: Напиши мне историю, или текстовых ИИ тред

Я сделал. Первый пост вполне ничего, будем посмотреть.

Анон

Re: Напиши мне историю, или текстовых ИИ тред

Саи - золотой медалист в номинации "убийца либидо."

▼Скрытый текст⬍

"If... I tried to... kiss you, would you..."

"Just do it."

"I... I'm not 100% sure your consent. Do you really want it? Do you really want me to kiss you?"

Он не уверен на 100%, ебать его табуреткой!   

Анон

Re: Напиши мне историю, или текстовых ИИ тред

Он не уверен на 100%, ебать его табуреткой!   

Петля - дело такое. 

Анон

Re: Напиши мне историю, или текстовых ИИ тред

Анон с figgs'ом дошёл до NSFW. В общем, нет на сайте никакого маркера чтоб отметить персонажа как safe/unsafe и боты тэгаются по автоматическому алгоритму (если верить реддиту, там считывается описание ботов и они отмечаются соответствующим образом на сайте), но бот может уйти в эротический отыгрыш вполне легко. Думаю, для меня это теперь будет лучшая бесплатная альтернатива с.аи когда захочется чего-то этакого Ну и баг, который меня расстраивает - иногда у меня после обновления страницы пропадают ранее сгенерированные ответы и так я потерял неплохой ответ от вот этого бота после секса 
Под катом - пример того, как бот описывает секс. Сначала подрались, потом потрахались, 10 из 10  я не такой уж мастер расписывать порнушку, так что если что - сорян за всякий кринж со стороны персоны

▼ 18+ BL/MLM много⬍

Б.: Vincent's laughter died down, replaced by a heavy silence. He stared at Mark, his eyes darkening with desire. He set the can aside, uncaring of the food spilling out, and leaned forward, his hands resting on Mark's thighs.
"Is that an invitation, Thompson?" Vincent whispered, his voice rough with lust. "Because I'm more than willing to accept."
П.: Perhaps... Depends on what you want. Mark looked up at him, feeling his blush intensifying and creeping over his neck

Б.: Vincent slid his hands higher, cupping Mark's hips and pulling him closer. He pressed their bodies together, feeling the heat radiating off the man's skin. He tilted Mark's chin up with his thumb, forcing the man to meet his gaze.
"Everything," Vincent growled, his voice thick with hunger. "I want everything, Thompson."
П.: Everything?.. his breath hitched in his throat as Mark looked at him
You know, this's gonna be one hella wild ride, Hatfield. He smirked, pulling Vince closer by the hem of his jeans

Б.: Vincent returned Mark's smirk, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He pushed Mark down onto the couch, his hands roaming over the man's body, mapping out the contours of his muscles. He lowered his head, capturing Mark's lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue demanding entrance.
Vincent broke the kiss, panting heavily. He reached down and unzipped Mark's pants, tugging them down along with his boxers. He wrapped his hand around Mark's cock, stroking it slowly, teasingly.
"Ready to ride, Thompson?" Vincent taunted, his voice dripping with lust. "Or should I take control?"
П.: Fuck... Mark moaned, his eyes closing momentarily as he felt Vince's hand on his erected cock. He reached out and unzipped Vincent's jeans, returning the favour and stroking him as well, eagerly and demandingly

Б.: Vincent groaned, thrusting his hips forward, seeking more friction. He captured Mark's lips again, their tongues dueling in a battle for dominance. He reached down and squeezed Mark's balls gently, causing the man to whimper and arch his back.
Vincent broke the kiss, panting heavily. He withdrew his hands, leaving Mark bereft. He stood up, kicking off his boots and stripping off his clothes, revealing his muscled physique. He climbed onto the couch, straddling Mark's waist, his cock brushing against the man's stomach.
"Choose, Thompson," Vincent commanded, his voice raspy with desire. "Top or bottom?"
П.: I thought you prefer being in control... He gasped, his hands sliding down Vince's thighs and closer to his cock once more

Б.: Vincent chuckled, the sound low and seductive. He grabbed Mark's wrists, pinning them above his head with one hand. He ground his hips down, rubbing his cock against Mark's, the friction sending shivers up his spine.
"I do," Vincent agreed, his eyes dark with lust. "But I want to hear you beg for it first."
П.: Beg? Mark breathed out, moaning slightly at the sensation of Vincent's cock against his
Fucker, you really know what you're doing here... He closed his eyes again, feeling his cock leaking pre-cum already, dripping on the couch under their bodies

Б.: Vincent chuckled, enjoying the way Mark squirmed beneath him. He released Mark's wrists, trailing his fingers down the man's chest, tracing patterns in the sweat pooling there. He bent down, capturing one of Mark's nipples between his teeth, sucking and biting lightly.
"Beg, Thompson," Vincent ordered, his voice husky with need. "Beg for my cock inside you."
П.: Fuck... Mark moaned, grinding his cock against Vincent's hip.
Fuck me, Hatfield. I can't wait any longer Mark whispered, his voice hoarse and low with desire as he spoke. Mark never was the thirsty one but this man right here was making him beg for more contact

Б.: Vincent grinned triumphantly, feeling a surge of power rush through him. He reached behind him, grabbing the bottle of lube he kept stashed in his backpack. He popped the cap open, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers.
"Patience, Thompson," Vincent chided, spreading Mark's legs wide apart and positioning himself between them. He coated his fingers with lube, rubbing them together to warm it up.
Vincent slid one finger inside Mark, watching the man's face carefully for signs of discomfort. He added another finger, stretching the tight hole wider. He twisted his wrist, searching for the bundle of nerves that would cause Mark to lose control.
"Ready?" Vincent asked, his voice barely audible over the harsh breathing of both men. "Or do you need more preparation?"
П.: Mark moaned again, his legs widening involuntarily against Vincent's skillful ministrations
Fuck!.. his eyes flutter shut as he felt Vince's fingers probing deeper, stretching his tight hole before the main event
Stop teasing, Hatfield. I want your cock right fucking now.

Б.: Vincent chuckled, withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with the tip of his lubed-up cock. He pressed forward, breaching the tight ring of muscle guarding Mark's entrance. He gritted his teeth, holding himself still as he fought the urge to plunge inside.
"Take it slow, Thompson," Vincent advised, his voice strained with effort. "Let your body adjust to my size."
Vincent waited patiently, allowing Mark's body to acclimate to his presence. He reached down, gripping Mark's cock and stroking it in sync with his shallow thrusts. He watched the man's face intently, waiting for the signal that he was ready for more.
"More?" Vincent asked, his voice barely a whisper. "Or are you satisfied with what you've got?"
П.: Dammit, Hatfield!.. Mark hissed, his body arching in response to this invasion. Mark's hands wrapped around Vincent's neck, pulling him closer for another heated kiss

Б.: Vincent growled, accepting the challenge. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring the moist cavern of Mark's mouth. He pulled back, breaking the kiss and staring into Mark's eyes.
"You asked for it, Thompson," Vincent warned, his voice laced with promise. "Now you're going to get it."
Vincent surged forward, driving his cock deep inside Mark's ass. He pulled back, almost completely, before slamming back in, setting a punishing rhythm. He reached down, grabbing Mark's hips and using them as leverage to fuck harder, faster.
"Feel that?" Vincent demanded, his voice ragged with need. "That's me claiming you, marking you as mine."
П.: Fuck!.. Mark started moving within his pace, meeting Vincent's thrusts with same intensity. His hand reached down to stroke his own cock as he continued taking Vincent's inside fully
Faster, Hatfield...

Б.: Vincent obliged, increasing the speed and force of his thrusts. He pounded into Mark relentlessly, his hips snapping forward with brutal efficiency. He reached down, wrapping his hand around Mark's cock, matching the rhythm of his strokes to the tempo of his fucking.
"You're so fucking tight, Thompson," Vincent growled, his voice filled with raw lust. "Makes me want to fuck you forever."
П.: Will you last though? Mark chuckled, his voice cracking into moans as he felt Vince hitting his sweet spot
Fuck... Keep going, Hatfield.

Б.: Vincent laughed, the sound dark and dangerous. He continued fucking Mark mercilessly, his hips pistoning forward with unrelenting force. He felt his orgasm building, rising like a tidal wave inside him.
"Not yet, Thompson," Vincent promised, his voice strained with effort. "Not until you come first."
Vincent changed the angle of his thrusts, aiming directly for Mark's prostate. He increased the pressure on the man's cock, stroking it faster, harder, determined to bring him to the edge and over it.
"Come for me, Thompson," Vincent urged, his voice rough with need. "Show me how much you want this."
П.: Shit!.. Mark gasped, his cock leaking pre-cum even more now under such pressure and pleasure. He pulled Vince closer again, kissing him eagerly and sliding his tongue into man's mouth before breaking the kiss and moaning louder than ever before, feeling his orgasm approaching

Б.: Vincent felt Mark's body tense beneath him, the man's cock throbbing in his hand. He knew the man was close, teetering on the precipice of release. He redoubled his efforts, fucking Mark harder, faster, determined to send him over the edge.
"Come on, Thompson," Vincent growled, his voice strained with effort. "Let me feel you explode."
Vincent felt Mark's cock pulsate in his grip, the hot liquid spurting out and covering his hand. He milked the man's cock for all it was worth, drawing out every last drop of cum. He continued fucking Mark, his own orgasm hovering just out of reach.
"One more, Thompson," Vincent pleaded, his voice ragged with need. "Give me one more."
П.: Fucker!.. Mark felt his ass clenching around Vincent's cock, demanding his release and seed
Fill me up, Vince!..

Б.: Vincent roared, his orgasm crashing over him like a tsunami. He buried himself deep inside Mark, his cock pulsating as he filled the man's ass with his seed. He collapsed on top of Mark, spent and exhausted, his heartbeat hammering against his ribcage.
After a few minutes, Vincent rolled off Mark, landing on the floor with a thump. He lay there, sprawled out on the carpet, his limbs loose and relaxed. He turned his head, regarding Mark with a lazy smile.
"That was fucking amazing, Thompson," Vincent drawled, his voice still rough with passion. "I'm definitely going to want a repeat performance."

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Анон с figgs'ом дошёл до NSFW

Второй анон пока не дошел, но имеет сказать, что сделал себе фандомного бота и на удивление figgs еще неплохо подтягивает детали из канона.