#i'm sorry if this comes off as aggressive nonnie i'm not mad at u!!!

[agustdiv1ne]

hey feel free to ignore this if u don't wanna answer but i was curious, as a writer, how are/were u feeling ab the google docs ai situation? im actually not too sure whats going on to be *very* honest but i also am not a writer..

hello nonnie!! this is an interesting question that i have somewhat long-winded response to (under the cut!)

first off, i am an ai hater. i straight up just don't like it. and no one come at me with the "you just hate change and new tech!!" bs. no, i love seeing new tech — it's super exciting — but not when it's being pioneered by greedy companies. not when these companies using artists' original work that they have put tons of time and effort into to train their system.

furthermore, i don't think it's regulated enough for how much it's beginning to be utilized, and there's so many legal grey areas that are very concerning to me. look at chatgpt and how the company is scraping data from sites like ao3, taking people's original, copyrighted works and using them to train their ai with no consequences. it sucks, honestly. i'm dissapointed (but not surprised) that google has jumped on the "ai is the future!!1!1!!!!" bandwagon. it's nfts all over again.

google has claimed that they are only using public data to train their ai — but cmon, it's google, a multi billion dollar company that can basically get away with anything. remember how they sold users personal data to third party companies when they claimed they didn't, got sued, and then basically got off with only a little slap on the wrist? who's to say that they didn't sneak a loophole into the agreement we all mindlessly check yes on when we start using google drive? none of us know, and most of us don't understand enough legal terminology to figure that out.

personally, i won't be using any ai features when i write because at that point it's not my work; it's the the work of millions of other writers whose stuff was stolen. i don't care if emily from ohio wants to read about jungkook with a certain trope because she can't find it anywhere. like, idk, get a little creative. write it yourself or find someone who will, rather than relying on this tech that's fucking over artists left and right.

(all of this applies to tiktok's ai filters and stuff too. i don't fuck with those either.)

this is just my two cents on the issue, don't take it as fact!! i know i don't speak for other and i'm not trying to. if other writers and artists would like to add their opinion, feel free!

tldr: fuck ai, fuck google for jumping on the bandwagon, and i wouldn't touch ai features with a ten-foot pole

[cowpokeomens]

Is it alright if i request jolly x reader

with reader cockwarming jolly before bed

My mans J-dawg is so underrepresented in this cult so Imma write for him first, nonnie.

If you've sent in a request in the last week or so, I see you!!! I'm gonna be going to town writing for the next few days so pls do not feel I'm ignoring you!!

Anyways, let's get slutty! I tried to make this gender neutral (we all got holes baby!!!) so I hope that all EIGHTEEN AND UP AUDIENCES will enjoy, mwah love u <3

You had never been superb at “reading the room.” It took you until your mid-20’s to catch on when people were hitting on you, and what felt like even longer to catch onto the weird passive-aggressiveness of your last roommate (Who the fuck even leaves a sticky note for coffee left in the pot overnight? It’s not like it was going to detonate!) But Jolly- you could read him like a book. It came easy as breathing, picking up on the minute shifts in his mood. You’d be at dinner with friends, and his eyes would linger on you for a half-second too long, and you’d know: He wants to leave, now. He’d blink slowly, face impassive, and you could tell he’s fighting back the urge to pop off at some dumbass music executive over superfluous deadlines. You knew what every micro-expression meant. Tonight though- tonight Jolly was restless. 

You’d both laid down in bed 45 minutes ago, you reading your fairy-porn novel of the week, Jolly thumbing through some music magazine in another language. You didn’t have time to linger on how you’d both become an old married couple, though, because of his incessant leg-shaking.

It was the occasional foot-tap at first. Every few seconds, his foot would change directions, an innocent gesture. 15 minutes in, he was shifting his entire body every few seconds, jostling the bed with him. For the rest of the time, though, his leg was just- shaking. Bouncing on the mattress like a kid counting “Monkeys On the Bed.” With a sigh, you shut your novel. 

“Not enjoying your book?” He asked casually, almost vibrating. 

“I was enjoying it immensely, actually- Rhys was about to put Feyre through the mattress- but someone is doing their best impression of a sentient Hitachi wand next to me in bed.”

His leg stopped at once, and he turned to you apologetically. “I’m sorry, älskling. I’m having a hard time winding down. There’s a bridge in one of the new songs that’s got us all stumped, and-”

“Hush.” You said softly. “You don’t have to apologize, I’m not mad. Just concerned.” You placed your book on your bedside table, crawling over to straddle his lap. A year ago it would have made him stiffen up immediately (it still might), but nowadays there was less lust driving your relationship, more of an ebb and flow in emotional output to help balance each other. You had fucked like bunnies those first few months, but now you had both accepted that you were it for each other- you could take all the time you wanted, without the need to rip off each other’s pants to feel close. Still, though- you knew your partner. 

You leaned in close, nose tracing along the column of his neck. He exhaled shakily, hands coming up to rub your hips soothingly. You kissed him once, twice, feeling his cock twitch in his pants in response. You were still rubbing along his neck when you asked, “Want me to keep you warm?”

His next breath was heavy with relief, like drinking water when you didn’t even know you were thirsty. “Please.”

You nodded, coming up to kiss him on the tip of his nose, one hand snaking into his pants as you began to jerk his length to hardness. His eyes slipped shut, hands still heavy on your hips. He was full in no time at all, hot in one hand as the other reached over to rummage around in his bedside table. When you finally pulled out a tube of lube, he opened his eyes. 

“We don’t have to if you don’t-”

“Hush.” You said again. “I’m not young and spry like you, I can’t just get it up whenever.”

He snorted. “I’m older than you, älskling.”

You rolled your eyes. “I want to. I just need a little assistance tonight.” As you finished your sentence, you rubbed your hole with two slippery fingers, sighing as you slowly eased them in. It only took a minute or two for the muscle to relax, after which you popped your fingers out, wiping them on Jolly’s pillow. 

He frowned at you. “I haven’t had to sleep with lube on my pillow since I was, what, 19?”

You grinned wickedly. “Don’t I make you feel young?”

He huffed a laugh, sliding further down on the bed so it was easier for you to situate yourself. You grabbed his length, lining it up with your entrance, sliding down slowly. Even with the lube, there was a stretch that had become familiar and pleasant over the time you two had spent together. Jolly sighed underneath you, jaw going slack as his muscles relaxed. You finally bottomed out, leaning forward to rest your head against his chest. His hands came up to rub your back slowly, slipping under your shirt in a fluid motion. 

“D’ya wanna roll over?” You mumbled into his chest feeling full and sleepy already. 

“Mhm.” Was his affirmative, gingerly maneuvering your bodies so that you were both on your sides, facing each other. Even with his gentle movements, you could feel him shift inside you, making you gasp.

“Sorry, älskling.” He murmured into your hair, kissing the top of your head. 

You quieted the horny monster that lived inside you for the time being, promising yourself the morning. You could be good, for now. “S’okay.” You murmured back.

The hand that was rubbing your back wrapped tighter around you, pulling you as close to him as possible. You slowly wrapped your leg around his waist, making sure not to move too quickly. He let out one last deep breath, then you could feel him fall asleep. It wasn’t longer after that you followed suit, the heaviness inside you a comfort.