#its all so embarrassing. why did i do all of that you know

[bluegiragi]

I don't want to sound rude, you may have already answered this question (if so, I'm sorry, I didn't find that answer), but I'm wondering why you're so against AI bots specificly. Obviously, this is a personal matter for everyone, but I'm a little confused by such harshness. Of course, I'm not going to prove anything to anyone, but I just wanted to understand the roots of your position. I really like your work, but to be honest, your last answers have thrown me into a kind of stupor :(

i have an ideological opposition against AI as a whole to be fair. a lot of it comes down to it's environmental impact

Globally, AI-related infrastructure may soon consume six times more water than Denmark, a country of 6 million, according to one estimate. That is a problem when a quarter of humanity already lacks access to clean water and sanitation.  

but i also believe it's inherently anti-human.

In a time when global literacy rates are diving (did you know that half of american adults read at a 6th grade level or below?) , I think it's incredibly short-sighted to be essentially surrendering your ability to write your own emails/essays/messages to an AI, when doing it yourself, despite what online contrarians will say, does have value (emails teach you how to communicate professionally, messages improve your social skills, essays improve your critical thinking skills). In this political landscape, it also feels dangerous to have your ability to read critically by yourself get dampened by AIs which are, at the end of the day, owned by silicon valley billionaires many of whom attended trump's inauguration, which is a good indication of where they lie politically.

Generative AI when it comes to art is also killing culture, removing opportunities for existing artists who are the ones who can extend the ceiling for human creation and helping society devalue art even more even though it's the only thing keeping us all sane. How would you feel if all you had in your life was just school or work, leaving out music, movies, tv shows, books, art? Doesn't art bring enough value to your life that it's worth properly compensating the people responsible for it? Why should we ever encourage or normalise throwing art into a meat grinder and feeding on the approximated soulless sludge it generates?

For AI chat bots, my beef with it is that it's an inherently anti-social product. All it does is remove the need to ever communicate with another person, which is horrible for people's brains. Some people are "falling in love" with their ai chatbot, some people are using their ai chatbots as therapists. The desire for real human connection is getting lost. An AI chatbot also makes RP obsolete, which is a foundational part of fandom which, i always feel like i need to remind people, is based on community. The point is to connect with people! I just fear that the popularisation and normalisation of this technology is going to end up with people shut in their homes their entire life, lost to whatever toxic pipeline their anti-social behaviour inevitably leads them down.

i know people love to play with AI like it's a fad, and it's "not that deep bro" but i think it's shameful and embarrassing to act as if you don't have agency in your life. You can choose to abstain from technology, you can choose to find entertainment elsewhere, you can choose to be a person independent of technology. If all AI went away tomorrow, would you be able to still do your job? Write a story? Read a book and understand its meaning? AI is a product built on instant gratification and entitlement - not to get too deep on an ask about AI chatbots, but i think art, relationships, culture, all of it is worth the journey to get there.

[agirlwithglam]

a guide to take back your power ‧₊˚🦢✩

do what you want and don't be afraid to do it alone. if no one else wants to go with you somewhere, or do something with you, learn to have that ability to do it alone. and obviously i don't mean illegal or bad stuff, but i mean if you've been meaning to try out a new activity but no one else seems interested, go do it on your own! when you start doing this it'll show people that whether they join you or not, you will still go and do things that make you happy.

say no. just say no. its not that scary once you start saying it often. you don't wanna do something? say no. you don't wanna give something? say no. you don't need to have a reason.

get a life outside of them or get a life outside of whats draining you. when your whole life is primarily centred around maybe a toxic friend, a job that drains you, something that makes you feel very anxious, then of course you'd be on survival mode 24/7. because all you're thinking and stressing about is that thing. so instead maybe after a long day of school or work, go home and do something you love. because remember, your life doesnt stop after school/ work okay?? you can go and actually DO STUFF to take your mind off things. you don't even need to go out of your house, you could have a cozy night in with yummy food and your fav movie, pick up a hobby or if you do wanna go outside your house, meet up with some friends, learn a sport, join a club, go paragliding or something- anything that makes you feel happy!!

refuse embarrassment. because you can. because torturing yourself over what happened in the past is doing you absolutely no good right now. just learn and move onnn- LEARN AND MOVE ON! if learning takes time, so be it but make sure that you're focussing on learning, on why you did that, and not beating yourself up for making a mistake. and also because when you show people you're not embarrassed about something, they'll realise that they cannot hold that over your head. now you have the power.

when you say you're gonna do something, DO IT. don't be all talk and no walk, people will lose respect and trust in you. don't say anything unless you are confident that you will actually do it. "do what you say but do not say what you do"- keep up to your promises you've made to others & yourself, but also keep private. what people don't know, they can't ruin.

[beef-brisket]

Adam chuckled: Babe, I fucking love it. You won't believe the shit I've eaten, I know bad food, and this ain't it. Fucking- five star, Lu.

Lucifer: ...You mean it?

Adam: Fuck yeah! Do you know what a Royal Goliath Beetle is?

Lucifer: Uh... no? Sounds big.

Adam: It's fucking huge... Eve and I used to eat the grubs. Fucking... worst experience of my fucking life... the guts came out- and depending on where you bite, it would squirt on your face. Cain got it up his nose once, poor kid. Cried for hours.

When Adam saw the disgusted look on Lucifer's face, he laughed: W-What I'm saying is, I've eaten some horrible shit, so I know shit food when I eat it, yeah? This isn't shit. It'll take more than burnt meat to put me off.

They sat in silence as they ate. Lucifer wasn't sure if he believed Adam, but he'd like to. Surely, he'd be used to a certain standard of cooking after so long in Heaven. But he won't push back on it. He doesn't want to annoy Adam.

Lucifer: ...I've never asked you about your time on Earth.

Adam shrugged: Not much to tell. It was pretty shit. Everything wants to kill you, and you have to kill everything. It's a weird circle. I once saw a stag that had the head of another stag caught in its antlers. Fucking... creepy things. They get so many problems. Fucking- viral, bacterial, and parasitic diseases. Fucking- neurological disorders. Crazy shit... I see why Al's a fucking deer, their unsettling fucking things. You don't know fear until you see one of those big fuckers with a broken necks just staring at you.

Lucifer: That... sounds like Bambi.

Adam laughs: Damn right. Weird bastard.

-

Lucifer could feel himself crashing again. It didn't help that Charlie seemed to be doing everything herself or used Vaggie or Alastor to help her. She didn't need him. Again. But Lucifer knew it would only last so long.

It didn't help that even Adam was keeping to himself. Apparently, the last few therapy sessions have been rough.

But it all came to a head during one of Charlie's lessons. Lucifer tried one more time to be helpful, but Charlie turned him down. In front of everyone. Lucifer felt tears pricking at his eyes. He was trying so hard to hold them back that he didn't notice Alastor appear next to him.

Leaning down, Alastor smiled widely: How embarrassing~. I feel for you, Your Highness, it must kill you knowing your precious daughter would rather have anyone else but you at her side. Perhaps you should take the hint, hm~?

Lucifer tensed at each word before nodding and teleporting back to his room. He needed to get out of here before he broke down.

Adam glared at Alastor as the sinner rose to his full height. What the fuck did he say?!

Adam: Scuse me, Char.

Charlie: Oh- uh, that's fine, Adam!

He could hear Vaggie arguing, but Adam was determined to see Lucifer before he did something stupid.

King of Depression

@beef-brisket

Lucifer had been helping around the hotel or he tried to at least. There wasn't much he could really do, but he couldn't help with any of the actual redemption planning. That was more Charlie's area of work and he just trusted that she knew what she was doing.

Adam had been staying at the hotel and over the last few months they seemed to have gotten back on friendly terms, which was nice. But he's been going to therapy with Charlie and doing his own thing.

Lucifer made them pancakes....... There's only so many pancakes someone can make before people get sick of them.

He felt that familiar feeling of darkness creeping into him, it felt like he was a bump on a log just getting in people's way. Like he wasn't wanted there and that he was useless.

Maybe he should go back to the manor, Charlie hadn't been asking for help for anything and he didn't want to bother Adam........ He probably didn't want him around much anyway.....

No one did.

Maybe a couple days at home will be fine, he can check up on his work and get some things done.

That was the plan anyway.

-

Adam came knocking on Lucifer's door at the hotel, it's been two weeks since he's since the little guy and he's actually starting to worry a little.

Adam: Open up shortie!

The door opened a little bit and opening it more Adam could see that Lucifer wasn't even there. And by the looks of it he hadn't been there for a while.

Adam: The fuck?

He went back down to the lobby to talk to Charlie, she was organizing her binder.

Adam: Yo girlie, where's your old man?

Charlie blinked: He's not in his room?

Adam: No, he hasn't been here for a while.

Charlie: Hmmm, he might be at home. Would you mind checking up on him?

Adam: Yeah I guess.

Charlie smiled and thanked him, she opened a portal to the front of the manor.

Adam: ..... Why is this place so fucking big?

-

Lucifer groaned and pulled the blanket up to his face, the curtains in his room were drawn but there was a sliver of light making it in. He doesn't remember when he left his bed last.

Maybe he could have a nap, he was just so tired.

[jays-rus]

Drunk on love

Jason Todd-

"Pussy drunk" Jason Todd — after a rough patrol, he’s so desperate for you that he loses all self-control. You ride him hard, pushing him past his limits until he’s crying, babbling incoherently, body spasming from overstimulation, nearly passing out from the intensity. You don't stop until he's completely broken and ruined under you

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Jason Todd, a man well known for his attitude and the way his aura just screams dont fuck with me, but when hes with you…the whole world just melts away, all the horrors leave his mind and he allows his body to relax. 

Jasons on patrol right now, in his Red Hood getup. His gaze focused on a few penguin thugs, he watched from above…observing, listening. Finally he jumps down, engaging in a fight. The fight lasts quite a bit, Jason taking a few hard hits and his blood dripping down his side from one of the men stabbing him. 

He lets out a loud hiss, retaliating by hitting the poor man so hard you can hear his ribs break. Jason holds his side where the stab wound is and limps off into an alleyway, he patches himself up half assed.

He grumbles and slowly starts making his way back to your shared apartment, hoisting himself up the fire escape ladder and climbing his way up the steps to your 23rd floor window. He lifts it and stumbles into the apartment, making a loud crash noise.

The light flickers on and he's met with a glaring you, arms crossed and glaring at him. Jason sighs, still a crumpled heap on the floor, “Hey mi amor” he says sweetly, hoping to soften you a bit so he doesn't get too much of a lecture.

“Oh down you ‘Mi Amor’ me Jason Todd” You say sternly, walking infront if him, glaring down at him with anger in your eyes, “You were meant to be home 4 hours ago, at 12am, it's now 4 am….” you say angrily.

He stares up at you, feeling guilty “I’m sorry cariño, i'm sorry. I got caught up with a few thugs” he says with an apologetic look on his face. 

You squat down to his level, “Do you know how angry I am with you? You didn't call or text to update me…that's not what Good Boys do, is it?.” You say grabbing his chin roughly, making his eyes meet your gaze. 

He freezes, his body tensing up “N-no ma’am” he says with a shiver. You tilt your head, applying pressure to his jaw. “Then why did you do it? Did you want to make me angry on purpose?” You say with a dark look, your voice as smooth as velvet.

He shakes his head quickly, “N-no!” he says, you just laugh darkly, “Mi amor, did you have a rough night on patrol tonight? Does big bad Red Hood need mommy to help him relax?” you ask, making your voice deeper and slurty.

“I-i yes…please, m-mommy” he says softly looking down embarrassed. “Good boy, now go change and go lay on the bed for mommy and ill be in there in a few minuets…” you say sternly. 

He nods and scurrys to the bedroom, limping. He changes quickly, stripping down so hes completely bare. His cock already hard and leaking. He has the urge to touch himself but he resists knowing he’d be punished if he was caught.

A few minuets pass before you come into the room, bare your whole body on display. You see him sprawled out on the bed and coo at him, “Look at my sweet handsome baby” you say approaching the bed, crawling up next to him. 

You grab his hair and pull his neck to the side, leaning down and kissing his neck, leaving hickies and love bites on his neck. He lets out deep whines, hips bucking up to get friction. 

You smile and move to sit on his stomach, away from his leaking weepy cock. Watching as he frowns when he doesn't get the friction he so desperately wants.

“P-please, ill be a good boy. Please its starting to hurt” Jason whines. Hips bucking up. You glare and smack him harshly, “Ill touch you when i decide you've earned it..so far you havent, try and hold out for me, and then maybe ill think about letting you have a release.” you say darkly to him.

You watch as his eyes widen with desire and then he whimpers. As you lower yourself closer to his weeping cock he bucks his hips, that earns him a sharp slap on the cheek. “You’re not being a good boy, no moving or i’ll leave you like this. Hard and aching for release.” You say darkly.

He whines but nods, you smile “Good boy” You say grabbing his cock and rubbing it between your folds. Watching as his eyes close from pleasure, the way his hands want to reach for you, but hes holding himself back for you.

Finally you sink down on his hard cock, his precum making it slide right in. You let out a soft moan at the stretch, always amazed by how big he is no matter how many times you guys have sex. The stretch burns but its addicting, you watch his eyes roll back as you move you hips slowly. 

“You can touch me now baby” You say cooing softly at him, watching as his hands immediately fly to your hips, trying to make you move faster. “Patients baby, mommy wants to take her time with you” He lets out a strangled moan at your words. “O-oh fuck, mommy, please” he begs you, not really knowing what hes begging for. 

“Please what baby? You going to cum already?” You coo at him mocking him. He nods, his toes curling; the veins in his neck popping out as he nears his climax. 

Just when hes about to cum you stop, he whines out “w-why?” he asks confused, “No cumming yet baby” You say before moving again, watching as his eyes roll back in his head, his hands drop from your waist and move to clench the sheets with so much force his knuckles turn white. “Such a Good Boy for mommy, look at you, so pretty.” you mutter picking up the pace, watching as he comes undone again.

Just when hes about to cum again you stop all movement. He whines again, a choked sob leaving him, “Oh please, pleasepleaseplease let me cum, oh god please mommy” he says babbling on, tears streaming down his face. 

You smile down at him, an evil smirk on your face. You move you hips again, this time fast. The sounds of skin slapping can be heard plap plap plap plap the sound wet and nasty. Jasons eyes roll back and then you feel warmth fill you, you help him ride out his orgasm. 

Once he begins to come down, you move your hips again. Overstimulation consuming him, you watch his eyes roll back again. Watching as he scrambles to hold your hips down, desperately trying to stop the overstimulation but to no avail. 

You keep bouncing on his cock, feeling as it grows again. He cries tears, begging you to stop but then it turns to pleads of more, “N-no more, no more please….o-oh fuck, oh fuck…more more more, more please” he says pawing at your hips.

You giggle watching him babble, you keep going until he cums again, filling you up. But that doesnt stop your brutal pace. You keep going, milking him until hes shooting blanks. 

His hands are now clawing at your hips “P-please baby…t-to much please to much” he crys out. You smile down at him

“One more baby, you can give me one more” You say speeding up again, drawing another dry orgasm from him, he cries out in pain as the orgasm shoots through him. His toes curl and his tears flow freely, his hair a wreck.

You finally stop and climb off of him. “Good Boy you did so well baby” 

@kasarian

[satorupi]

new to posting on tumblr, but currently thinking ab innocentgf!reader asking experiencedbf!satoru how to give him a handjob?? hear me out hear me out

you're still not quite sure what on earth brought on the urge to ask the question.

scratch that, you actually are sure -- you'd been dating satoru for over a year and some at this point (almost two) and the furthest you'd gone were heavy make out sessions and nothing more.

it's not like you don't want to do stuff with him, because of course you do. he's your boyfriend. he's kind, great on the eyes, so sweet to you. of course you want to do more than just kiss him.

you've been dating long enough and the trust is mutual...but the idea of being that intimate just feels so unreasonably embarrassing. it's so hard to get out your own head.

steam billows out the shower satoru currently occupies, swirling near your feet, a thin fog that leaves surfaces damp in the lightest bit of condensation. the words feel lodged in your throat, already flushing at the faintest outline of his naked body through the partially frosted glass.

if you're already embarrassed at the prospect of seeing him naked, how would you even ask the question?

it takes everything you not to retreat, really. your pacing outside the bathroom for 5 minutes before you'd worked up the courage to come inside couldn't be taken for granted.

why chicken out now when you're already in here?? you'd practiced this, it wasn't a big deal.

"satoru?"

"baby?" he responds over the sound of the water, glancing backwards like he'd be able to see you through the glass. "something wrong?"

"no. no, I just uh..." your fingers toy at the edges of your shorts, rocking on your heels, "I wanted to ask you something."

"oh?" you can see his hands slow in his hair before starting back up, "well, i'll be out in a minute so-

"no!" the words come out in a rush, high enough to embarrass you. your hands squeeze at your sides, working up the needed courage to keep from retreating, "I mean, I should probably ask you now. kind of important."

there's a pause, only the steady hiss of the shower filling the damp air.

"...alright then," he said, a little slower this time. "what's up?"

the words come out one big breathless, too loud tumble before you can regret it. the way they always did when you got nervous. "how do you...how do I, you know, give you a handjob?"

your body flares hot with panic with the clearly startled noise that leaves him, molten hot in the cheeks, already spinning on your heel to bolt. "never mind!" "wait-- babe! don't run-- shit, ow!" you're already slamming the door behind you and making a beeline to the bedroom. a beat and a half, muffled from the distance,

"wait! i've got soap in my eyes!!"

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the bedroom door slams behind you with a solid thud, throwing yourself into the bed and yanking the covers over your head like it would stave off the mortification. great, just great. you should've chickened out like you wanted to. dating the most effortlessly perfect man alive and you'd just propositioned...whatever that was. sex 101?

the bathroom door flying open and hitting the wall is noisy even with all the distance. "babe! where'd you go?"

maybe if you stay really, really still he might think you'd left. maybe you could just play dead, actually.

it's mostly silent, sound of your heart throbbing in your ears louder than anything else.

...then the bedroom door flies open, frame rattling on its hinges. "did I hear you wrong?" and he sounds so bewildered that part of you feels bad. "are you seriously hiding?" that part at least sounds humor filled. oh, so he thinks this is funny? there's the wet slap of his feet against the hardwood, getting closer and closer to you till the part of the mattress near your head dips with his weight. "..you embarrassed? is that it?"

you bury your face deeper in the sheets, teary with just how hot your face was getting, a pathetic little whimper being your answer. of course you were embarrassed, who wouldn't be?

"you're okay." satoru wonders if you know how cute he finds this all. his hand finds your head over the sheet keeping you hidden, smoothing his hand up and down just to soothe you. you drop a bomb like that then run away from him while he's incapacitated? how evil. how cute. "you were asking how to make me feel good, right? you can talk to me."

your nod is weak under the covers, mortification easing up with all his reassurance.

"come on out, sweetheart." he murmured, tugging lightly at the blanket. "c'mere. lemme see you."

maybe if he wasn't being the absolutely sweetest you'd put up more of a fight...but since he is, your head pushes free from under the cover, peeking out just enough to see him. your eyes find his face before anything else. crystal blues turned stormy, hair still partially sudsy w/ shampoo, a mess of strands sticking up in different directions.

and then?

then your eyes drop, you're not sure how you hadn't locked on that first because his towel is all low on his hips like he'd haphazardly wrapped it around himself, a very clear, thick imprint straining against the white cotton.

oh.

"didn't get to wash my hair out properly.." the words break you out your momentary stupor, now glossy gaze lifting to eye him again, blinking slowly. as if you care about his half washed hair right now.

"you wanted to learn right?" his hand still strokes the back of your head gently and you nod, fighting the innate urge to glance down again. to get your first proper look. you'd felt it when your kissing got too heated sometimes but never...not this. "i'll show you then."

and that's how you end up on your knees between your boyfriend's parted thighs. the pillow under your knees had been his idea to keep your knees from rubbing against the carpet, hands on your lap idly picking at nonexistent lint.

and satoru...well, satoru's still on the bed. on the bed with his dick in his hand.

minor detail.

the towel's parted and resting on either side of him, cock hard and heavy in his hand as he grips the base, pearly droplet leaking from the tip.

from 'just kissing' to seeing him stroking himself while you watch -- what a jump.

you can count how many times you'd had to look away since you two had gotten in this predicament and it'd only been 2 minutes at best.

"no looking away." he murmurs, voice low, coaxing. wrecked already just from the heat of your gaze. "you wanted to learn, baby. so you need to watch."

his free hand lifts you cup your cheek, thumb smoothing along the bone before it's sliding down to cup your jaw. he tilts your face just enough so that you're watching, eyes instinctively dropping to his dick again.

the rush of wetness in your panties makes you twitch, unable to look away now that you seemingly had no choice. "good fuckin' girl. eyes on me." you barely register the little rush of air that leaves your lungs with his first upwards pump, stuck on his only shaky sigh, hand squeezing your jaw gently.

"feels good," he says, breath hitching when he strokes down and back up again, thumb swiping lazily over the slit. "s'much better with you watching. you're so pretty down there." satoru strokes himself from base to tip, letting his cock slip heavy through his fist. his head tips back just a little, exhale shaky with the effort of keeping his pace slow to demonstrate this properly for you. in all honestly, he felt embarrassingly close. didn't peg himself as some sort of exhibitionist, but, the more you know.

"not...not too tight, and then you can twist jus' like this.." and he does exactly that, breathing out a curse as he works himself lazily. his thumb smears precum over the sensitive tip, aching to be touched properly -- by you instead of himself. his gaze drops back down to you, watching you as you watch him. all curious, thighs squeezed a little tight, lip caught between your teeth. "you can touch it too."

you're not even embarrassed at how eager your nod comes, letting him lead your hand up to wrap around his cock where he's thickest in a tentative hold. it's silky and warm against your skin, heat pulsing between your thighs. your stomach curls at his groan at your curious squeeze, swallowing lightly.

"easy now.." he doesn't let you know that it'd been slightly too tight, he just wraps his hand around yours to ease your hold, stroking your hand with his own. once, twice. very careful. "doing so good, baby. just like that."

okay, you could do this. it's just a dick. a dick wouldn't bite you. not his at least.

a little emboldened by his praise, you shift a little higher to get closer to him, hand lifting from your lap to ease his hand off yours over his and doing the job all on your own. firm even strokes, slow enough to feel the throb of his veins and his dick jumping in your hand. it's a slick slide with all the messy precum he'd smeared, hand doing the twists he'd done on his own, eyes up on him.

if his head being tipped back meant anything, you'd say you were doing a fine job. "is it good, 'toru?" the brush of your thumb over his tip is a little clumsy compared to how he did it, but his hips buck anyway, moan warming your body. you stare is full of fascination at the deeper flush of the head, how another hot little spurt drools out just from your touch to coat your thumb.

"y-yeah. oh god, yes. it's so good." his breath punches out his throat in a gasp, jaw falling open. "keep doing that."

you're almost desperate to keep it feeling good for him, to make him feel even better. your hand pulls along his cock in firm even strokes, riding the high of all the previous praise, drinking in all his sounds. his the twitch of his hips, the silent calls of your names, him asking for more. you're properly getting drunk on it, riffling through your thoughts to find more ways to drive him crazy.

your mind mostly draws a blank save for one idea, not second guessing as you rise higher on your knees to lean in. the side of his shaft is far soft against the wetness of your tongue as you drag the appendage along the rosy pink flesh.

the reaction is almost instant, tongue not even making it all the way up. his jerk in answer makes you rear back completely, eyes wide as your hand releases him.

you freeze, horrified at the look on his face. his panting. oh god, he'd hated it. "sorry! sorry, did I do it wrong?! I thought it-" "no! fuck no, it wasn't wrong. holy shit--" he rasps, lips twitching up into a grin, laugh bursting out of him. wrong? how could it be wrong if his orgasm near raced up on him with the press of your tongue? "where the hell did you learn that?"

you blink up at him, all sweet and pretty, rubbing your lips together to savor the taste of him. "a video! the lady did the same thing."

he laughs again, all amused and carefree like your hand hadn't just been wrapped around his cock, like you hadn't just embarrassed yourself. "a video. you watched a video on this?"

you nod like it's the most obvious thing, "I wanted t'learn how to do it."

he can't fathom that you'd seek out porn to figure out how to touch him well. "fuck, you're so perfect."

his hand eases yours back upward, kissing your knuckles to assure you that no, you licking his dick had not at all turned him off or anything remotely similar. that has you more than willing to start back up again, more confident in your strokes this time. still a little clumsy, it's inevitable with your inexperience.

you know what he likes now, at least partially -- so you're in his space again, mouthing the side of his cock, tongue dragging along wet, hot flesh just as you'd seen. trying to remember parts of the video you'd been to embarrassed to even finish.

the pump of your smaller hand on him sticks to near the tip, lost in his noises as you kiss and lick near the base, nosing at his flesh. he always smelt so good but that freshly showered scent mixed with that of his flesh this close has your mind all foggy. your thighs squeeze together tighter to ease the building ache, panting warm against the side of his cock, stroking a little firmer.

"god, you're a natural. please keep doing that." if the twitching in your hand was a clue, it'd lead you right to the conclusion that he was close. about to cum for you. your head lifts to look at him, lashes fluttering lips parted as you eyes him in awe. "so pretty--haah--love you, please."

you make proper use of both your hands, stacked one on the other to stroke and twist. it's that same pattern again and again, fingers coated in slick that smears down his cock over and over. "I-I know. I know it feels good." his sounds rise, hips bucking into the touch of your hands, one hand cupping the back of your head. "love you too. are you close?" "yeah, gonna cum...gonna--oh fuck." you barely know what the fuck you're doing but instinct had yet to fail you, his reaction proof enough. head tipped back, his helpless groans. all because of you -- you can't get enough of it. the shaft is occupied by eager hands with your stroking, head left too neglected for your comfort so you at least attempt to use your mouth there like before. no different than how you'd been kissing him and licking earlier. you barely get to wrap your lips around him really. it's nothing more than a wet kiss, a little lick at the tip. hands squeezing between firm strokes, mouthing where he's weeping for you. "babe- baby," he shakes his head, eyes rolling, delirious, "wait, don't. i'm gonna--" he'd tried to warn you, really, but he falls apart just like that. snaps like a livewire, pulsing in your hand as his hips back, wrecked sound tearing out of him. the hand at the back of your head tangles in your hair, you barely have time to lean back as he falls apart. cum streaks all hot and messy ropes across your lower face and your hands, enough to make you choke on a gasp. your cheek, the corner of your mouth. a little catches on your jaw.

you freeze up, hands slowing their stroking to a stop, quivering at how filthy it is. how hot it is. god. and you can't look away from him, not for a second. his stomach flexes, cock twitching with the remnants of cum emptying from his balls, dribbling down the length of him.

"woah."

the prospect of making him cum has arousal washing you so intensely that you have to close your eyes for a bit to get a hold on yourself, whimpering before you can hold it in.

your panties are properly soaked, clinging to you with how turned on you are, thighs squeezing together instinctively. doesn't help at all, unfortunately.

"holy shit." he finally gets out, still breathing heavily from his orgasm and the fog it left behind, hand loosening in your hair and sliding to cup your cheek.

the dampness against his fingers has him glancing down at you, matching the bewildered look on your face. "oh shit--" and it comes out like two octaves higher, it's almost laughable. all her gets is a surprised huff in your daze.

his hand flies out to clean the mess he'd left on your face, only smearing it on your face a little more. he hates the traitorous way his cock throbs again like he isn't panicking a little internally. this was out your comfort zone already now he'd gone and came on your face? "i'm sorry, pretty. thought i'd have time to warn you-"

you're hands still hold his softening cock, too stunned to even give him a proper reply. "didn't mean to-- i'll clean it up, you don't even need'ta touch it."

maybe it's the surprise that has you not flustered from this? you're not sure, all his finishing on your face had done was gotten you wet.

you don't really think about what you're doing, looking at him through your lashes from down below, curious tongue poking to the side to taste some of what had landed.

sweeter than you'd expected, a salty tang on your tastebuds. maybe you should've just let him do it in your mouth? "tastes good though.." you murmur, rubbing your lips together, shifting on your knees. his rambling stops after that one comment, gaping down at you, red rising up his face, tips of his airs flushing with color too. mouth opening, then closing uselessly. looking like he's 2 seconds from cumming again.

then he whines, whines like you'd struck him, flopping backward onto the bed as you blink up at him in confusion.

"babe?" your hands pull off from where they're holding him, placing your damp palms on your thighs as your mind races. "did I say something bad?"

bad? if bad meant perfect, maybe. if bad meant...meant absolutely soul crushing, spirit healing, spectacular--

"no." he croaks, shaking his head, cock already stirring. how do you not get what you're doing to him here. "no, you're perfect. nothing's wrong."

satoru sits up so he can look at you again, heart throbbing at your confusion. the little crease between your brow, the stick remnants of him glistening on your skin. god, he's so in love with you that it hurts.

large hands grab at you without warning, tugging you up into his very naked lap to straddle him, frantic kisses pressed to your cheeks. fully uncaring of the mess on your skin. "nothing wrong. you did everything right. fuckin--'" he smacks a kiss to your mouth, hands cradling your face, "soo perfect. perfect, pretty baby."

the laugh that leaves you is breathless, letting him dote on your for whatever reason, arms banding around the back of his neck as soon as you get a chance, knees on either side of him. gentle fingers take their time to wipe your face clean, transferring the mess collected on his thumb to his towel, kissing you here and there. "so messy."

it all makes you feel ridiculously shy more than ever, slapping at his chest, own fingers fixing the mess on his head. "need to get you back in the shower to wash this out properly." you still can't believe he'd been in such a hurry to follow you that he'd left his hair half washed.

his laugh has him shifting under you a little and it's a pain trying not to move. an even bigger pain trying to not acknowledge the heat low and building in your belly. if it was bad when you were knelt on the floor being handsy with his cock, this is 100 times worse.

the air between you two is unsettled as is even if you'd been joking since he'd gotten you in his lap. you swallow gently, smiling down at him. dipping to give him another kiss. "I should probably go wash my face...or something. I think"

you're trying, you really are -- but it's so hard not to move. so you do, a tiny forward tilt of your hips that makes you core heat, toes curling in your socks. subtle but he notices, mouth tipping at one side. "not too much shifting. I'll probably get worked up again."

your nose scrunches up, leaning into him to hide your face in his neck like that would help in playing it off. "just getting comfy." satoru hums, hands lowering to your waist to ease you properly on his lap. no expectations of anything at all, just making sure you're steady, pressing a kiss to your temple.

he doesn't mind all your shifting, not really -- but they aren't doing him much favors. he figures you're just restless after earlier, still shy about the intimacy of it all. "you're fine. we can stay like this as long as you want."

it would be great if it was just that but the throb is almost uncomfortable, only moving on his lap seeming to help. you can’t help the way you tuck your face tighter against his neck, breathing him in--clean, soapy, warm. even his scent has your cunt throbbing hard. "sorry. just...trying'ta.."

satoru isn't dense, he knows you're turned on. shifting to seat yourself better didn't feel the same as deliberately rubbing yourself on his cock through your shorts. he knows. but he stays where he is, lets you snuggle up into him, careful not to push too fast. even when you roll forward more deliberately this time as though testing how it feels he's careful not to react, just squeezing your hips lightly. "you're good, go ahead."

you’re not doing anything wrong. you’re just so sweet and worked up, trying so hard to stay still that it has his mind reeling.

you swallow hard, fingers pressing into his skin, whimpering softly as you rock forward.

yeah, he can't exactly leave you to your own devices when you clearly need something. "what's wrong, hm?"

he pulls back to look at you, heart near stopping at the glossiness of your eyes, the clear strain in your expression. still rocking your hips like you can't help yourself. "satoru," you whimper softly, eyes closing, shaking your head, "'nothing, but.." you're hot all over and your cunt refuses to stop pulsing even as you're grinding on him -- so turned on that you could cry. "it's not working." your hips rock forward again, the hardened line of him creating perfect fiction against your clit that only leaves you more desperate, drawing a low groan out of him. "I know, I know. you're okay--" his hands squeeze at your hips, drawing soothing circles over the fabric of your shorts. focused on keeping you settled and staying calm himself even as his cock stirs back to life under your clothed cunt. "just worked yourself up a little, 's all."

you duck your head again, too embarrassed to meet his eyes. “i dunno,” you whisper. “just…feels good. wanna keep--" your voice cracks, and you squeeze your eyes shut. "just want you to help me."

you swear his breathing stops too with how quiet it goes, keeping your face in his neck to hide your embarrassment. afraid you'd said something wrong.

"or..or not. I can just get--"

"--are...shit--are you sure?" he interjects, voice a little strained, hand coming up to cup the back of your head. you're already worked up as is, the last thing he wants to do is overwhelm you when you two had never gone this far before. "we totally don't have to--"

"--I want to." your head lifts out his neck, hips still rutting gently, lips parted. the sensations have you focused just on how thick and hard he is under you, how much your cunt is throbbing. "want you to help me. please."

he doesn't think any other words are as devastating as those. "yeah. yeah, of course." he whispers, hands sliding up your hips, squeezing your waist. getting high enough to cup your face to kiss you again, keeping a slow pace. "gonna make you feel so good."

well, a second lesson wouldn't hurt.

sena's note: slept on it and it sounded okay on a fresh mind so here we are 🤧

desktop optimized, did it in dark mode but MIGHT look better in light mode bc of the red hues ‹𝟹

[askponyboymcurtis]

I know what you and Curly got up to. Grounded. Two weeks. - D. Curtis

Pony started at the note for a long while. "How the hell did he find out?" He muttered, crumpling the paper in his hand.

Pushing himself off of the bed, he ran a hand through his hair. "Shit. Shit, shit, shit," he groaned in disbelief. "Not again. Can't do this shit again,"

His fingers wrap around a loose strand of hair, twirling it taut against his finger and tugging at it absentmindedly. He stared at the ground, his mind racing with how to approach the situation he'd been thrusted into.

Eventually, he landed on what he was going to do: he was going to wait for Darry to get home, and confront him. He wasn't scared to confront him, or nothing. Nah, not at all. It's not like Darry might yell at him, or anything.

As he waited, Pony sat on the bed and read the copy of the Catcher and the Rye that had been recently gifted to him. But, as his eyes scanned over the words, he was barely retaining any of it.

When he heard the door open, he peaked his head out of the room, only to be met by Sodapop's face. "Soda! Do ya'know when Darry's gettin' home?"

"Pro'lly 'round ten o'clock. Why'd you ask?"

"He grounded me."

"Grounded you? Why's that?"

"I dunno. Somethin' dumb."

"Well, if you're sayin' it's somethin' dumb, that means y'know why, then, don't it?"

There's a momentary pause from Pony. A sigh pushes its way past his lips. "You gonna get mad?"

" 'Course not."

"You gonna yell?"

"Nah, Pone, when have I ever yelled at you?"

Pony takes a long deep breath. "I got high with Curly last night, 'cuz I ran outta cigarettes and somethin' embarrassing happened, but I couldn't just go without smokin', so I went to Curly's house 'nd asked if he had any cigarettes, 'nd he was smokin' a blunt, 'nd he offered it to me 'nd so 'course I said yes, even though I know I don't like weed--"

He inhales sharply. "--'Nd I don't remember what happened after that, but I remember I came home 'nd showered, 'nd washed my hair twice 'cuz I didn't want you guys to smell it, but somehow he found out 'bout it 'cuz I got a letter in my pile this mornin' about it, 'nd--"

"Hoooooold on, Pony." And before he knew it, Soda had his hands on Pony's arms, holding him tightly. "Take a deep breath, hun, you're gonna suffocate with how much you're talkin',"

Pony, in fact, didn't take a deep breath. Rather, he sat there, breathing shallow and rapid, only to be brought back when Soda grabbed his face.

"In 'nd out, c'mon. Breathe with me."

Together, they breathed slowly. Pony managed to calm down a bit, letting out a deep breath. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize, knucklehead."

"Dar's gonna yell at me real bad, ain't he?"

"I won't let 'em yell,"

"He grounded me for two week, 'nd he already don't like Curly."

"Ain't nothing happened yet, 'kay? You're worryin' before anythin' even happened. It won't be too bad,"

"Swear?"

"Swear."

Soda's off to make dinner, leaving Pony to sit and wait. He felt like a lamb, waiting for his slaughter, in some twisted way. He didn't know if he could handle being yelled at by Darry.

It handed happened in a long time, not since right after he came home from Windrexville. Not since he wouldn't eat, not since he felt empty, not since his life shattered for the second time. But every time Darry would get mad at him, he couldn't help but wonder; would he hit him again?

Would his anger take over him? Would he start yelling, would he raise his hand and would everything revert to how it was that night?

Well.

it seemed he was so deep in his thoughts, that what felt like just a few minutes of thinking was well over enough time for Darry to get home. He heard the creak of the front door, quickly followed by the heavy steps of Darry's work boots.

Pony knew better than to ambush Darry the moment he walked through the door. He sat in his room, waiting for what felt like forever before he built up enough to go talk to him.

The door to his and Soda's room opens, and he strides out to meet Darry on the couch. He stops just in front of him, looking down to meet his brother's tired gaze.

"I think you groundin' me is real unfair, Darry."

Darry inhales, letting out a long sigh. "You were smokin' weed with Curly, Pony. You know I already don't like how much you've been smokin' cigarettes, and I told you I don't want you smokin' weed."

"I didn't have any cigarettes left! Neither did Curly, it was my only option,"

"You coulda gone a night without smokin',"

"it ain't that simple, Darry," Pony's hand finds its way into his hair again, pulling absentmindedly as he stammers over his words. "I was real stressed, 'nd I needed somethin' to help it."

"I ain't gonna unground you, Pony, end of story,"

Pony groaned in frustration. "But I've got practice this week-- and a meet on Friday 'nd Saturday."

"Then you go to those, then come straight home."

"But, that's not--"

"I don't want you smokin' that stuff, and you're not gonna understand that unless I do somethin' about it."

Pony grumbles, shoving his hands in his pockets. He was muttering under his breath, something real mean toward Darry. His brother pretends not to hear it.

"Go to bed, Pony. You got school in the morning."

"Whatever."

[clan-of-curses]

"Huh!?" "What!?"

They had both heard his words, all of them. But what struck them was the fact that he had just said that he didn't know what a cursed spirit looked like when they nother thought that's what he was... it honestly shocked then both speechless for a good few seconds before Takara would clear his throat and Noroi would shake her head for a moment.

"I... suppose I'll explain it to you later tonight... at supper."

Noroi would say quickly as she looked away and brought her teacuo up to her mouth to take a rather looong sip. Her blood had slowly made its way down her cheeks and to her jawline. She now knew why she couldn't see cursed energy coming off him like she did with everyone else, she'd have to learn a how to identify him in other ways. Like his scent when he wasn't wearing his perfume, yes, that would work perfectly.

"Well... yes. Some cursed spirits can look like humans, but those like me and her can actually tell the difference... most of the time apparently... a lot of the time they are more grotesque. It's likely the squad thought you were a cursed spirit because well... look at you. You don't look anything like a human here. No woman should look like you, absolutely not feminine at all, muscles like that are more masculine than anything."

Takara would state, least he was explaining some things about cursed spirits. Though it seems Noroi would just look away, she wasn't going to admit that she secretly liked Keflas abs or what she's seen of them so far or anything. That would be much to awkward to do. It would be far to embarrassing to admit that there was something that intrigued her about him as well.

"It's called being in different positions. Our fates were sealed at birth. His path is lined up to the stairs of being the next clan head while mine... let's just say mine will reach an end at some point, far earlier then anyone else in the clan."

She knew what her fate was, this marriage just makes it one step further to what her future self if she wasn't out of the clan before a child took root in her. Something she could simply prevent by pulling its unborn soul and breaking it while its still in the womb. That would be her course of action, eliminating the brat before its born. Making sure she wasn't tied to the clan, prolong her life and give her more time to toy with them before she leaves. She was essentially playing the long form of the waiting game.

"Tch, that's the fate of everyone who has eyes like yours, Curse~. So don't be so surprised if that fate gets expedited at some point."

Takara would say with not only an unbotherd scoff of what that those words likely implied, but a roll of his crimson red eyes.

I still have no idea what a cursed spirit is, but do they look that similar to humans that you guys cannot tell the difference between a human and a cursed spirit? He inquires. It sounds more like they change their form, but that is a thought more than a certainty since he has never seen a cursed spirit. That's not to excuse anything, but they are the expert when it comes to cursed spirit. Might as well ask them questions while he can. I've done nothing but defend myself from getting killed, and I'll do it again. Though, I won't be as merciful even if it's my supposed wife who is involved. She is supposed to murder him, and he will be damned to just let her kill him just like that. His eyes go to the other, who apparently knows what it means to show respect to someone. A surprising fact from a woman who seems to hardly care about anyone but herself. Her brother is a rabid dog that does not know any better, and she is a patient eagle. It's amusing how little you two have in common.

[yuwuta]

as a true geto hater it brings me immense joy to remember that he got packed up by a suicidal anxious loser w/ the power of true love who hadn't even learned his own cursed technique yet and had been studying jujutsu for less than a year

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Erik @ the existence of Hydra: On one hand I should EXTERMINATE these filthy Nazi's... on the other hand I have other shit to deal with and the Red Skull is beneath me anyway, so maybe when Mutants become the dominant species I'll deal with those bigots.

all in due time ect ect

the severity of comic erik's genocidal tendencies varies among writers and verses tbh tho he Has been. pretty much domesticated at this point so

even movie erik kind of depends: mckellen's erik is absolutely Full Stop We Gotta Get Rid Of The Humans but fassbender's is more willing to be content to just. either coexist if given the chance (apocalypse) or be left alone (dark phoenix)

[puppppppppy]

i feel shy talking here when i dont have anything worth sharing but i cant help feeling like ive said things in the tags that could be brought up in court

[redrosydiaz]

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[a-dash-in-the-middle]

wanting to visit the archives without looking like a fanatic bc nobody likes posting government documents online apparently

[saint-hymn]

HYMN!!!!!! SHARE MORE WIPS AND MY LIFE IS YOURSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!! /j no but fr i love it so much when artists share the steps of their creations it's so interesting and cool. i really really enjoy seeing the process!!! :D (so yes if you want to post more wips i'd say go for it!!!!) (i'll be in the tags screaming. very loudly.) (like always.)

alright uh. uh. what did zeus actually do in the original god of war. uh. dies idk thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and i see your comments in the tags all of the time (i'm the most jobless full time office worker of all times and i scroll through my notes) thank you so much for being so hyped and chatty! i really appreciate it

[xxplastic-cubexx]

sorry if you've already mentioned but what (re?)ignited your love of comics/x-men/cherik? curious because there are so many different adaptations of them

i think im gonna speak for a few (or a lot of) people when i say that TL;DR the wolverine x deadpool movie that came out this summer is what pulled me back into comics and i COULD leave it there but i will go into excruciating and unnecessary detail instead because i love an origin story and i love oversharing.

under the cut tho because im nice sometimes (there's also wxdp doodles in here. if you want to see that)

ironically (and probably commonly), growing up i was more of an avengers kid. Kinda. Loosely <- binge watched the cartoons and movies and read copious amounts of comics and fics and i am hoarding fanart in my old dresser as we speak ok 'loosely' is a modest lie.

embarrassingly i remember getting into discus cause of captain america LMAO so yeah needless to say i was a Humble Fan- me joining my school's comic class/club didnt help either (shoutout to my teach from that she was the realest one out there for. A Multitude of reasons). she definitely is was inspires me to even draw still and make comics and i often think bout the tips i learned from her class tbh she was great

back to the movies t and comics tho, i got into em because my brother would offer to take me and that's how we'd hang out (i rarely saw movies in theaters and i even more rarely went anywhere as a teenager. still kinda like that today tbh ooops) and yk. it just snowballed after that.

my brother and i have always liked comics- he just more than me for a while (though he still very much loves comics and As We Know From My Posts we still talk about them whenever i see him To An Exhausting Degree)

durin then i was really into stony and i have a few surviving doodles i made but those are between me and god. and anyone who asks tbh LOL

'snap can you make this related to x-men again this is long' ok so fast forward to This Summer again I Still Don't Really See Movies but my brother offered to take me and this was the first time i'd actually seen an x-men movie in full

as a kid i only remember seeing the 'perfection' scene between erik and raven in first class while i was channel surfing. pretty sure i changed the channel after seeing mystique naked cause i was scared my parents would get mad at me if they caught me watching it LOL

BUT MOVING ON As A Kid i think it's also natural you'll sometimes watch 92 if it's on And I Did though evidently it didn't stick too hard (i do remember really liking beast and gambit though.... still do really): my knowledge of x-men was. INCREDIBLY sparse. like diabolically so so i didnt have too much expectations (aside from the fact i vaguely liked deadpool beforehand).

tbh i dont know why my bro never took me to see any of the x-men movies. it's not like he doesn't Also like x-men (90% sure nightcrawler's his favorite but my brother will be caught dead saying he has absolute favorites like that)- he owns a bitch load of deadpool comics/omnibus sets too (of which ive read over the years and reread this year) but Shrug moving on

Much Like Most Of The Internet i fell down the rabbit hole that way. i have some doodles i made a couple days after seeing WxDP that i now have an excuse to throw at all of you Look And Perceive

and so. As I Do. i got curious and told myself i'd binge watch all the x-men movies the week before i went back to school And Then I Did ft. My Brother Sometimes and then i said i'd binge watch all of '92 and And I Did That ft. My Brother Sometimes But Less So and now we're here. currently watching Evolution...

once i got to school i realized i lived near a comic shop and started getting into the comics that way (the first ones i got since going down this rabbit hole was Magneto Was Right!, The Resurrection of Magneto, and The Trial of Magneto. if you were curious !!!!! clearly i didnt care too much about context i just needed to see My Guy jelvejlkvj i have no regrets and Evidently ive read more since)

i'm pretty sure what dragged me into cherik specifically was the fact i saw a clip of The Famous ending to 92 where erik's aghast at the notion jean even has to question his love for charles. i think that was what officially had me refocus my lens on them: not a single poolverine thought after that LOL (all the cherik posting i saw on twitter definitely helped too but that was the nail in the coffin for any other interests i had: i was locked into cherik and x-men in general now)

that clip specifically, i was surprised at the fact they- frequently even- have the x-men franchise say erik loves charles and vice versa so bluntly. even if it's not meant to be romantic, i fear im just a fan of how casually the word's thrown around with them two and i got tender bout it all. Then Yk. i just live for the drama. the hilarity even. the sincerity .... they make me sick if i think of them too long so im gonna end it here

before i go tho ironically enough, the first x-men issue i owned was This one (story a this is that while stuck in some wacko dimension charles accidentally gets himself trapped in logan's mind while utilizing his astral projection. if you were curious). pretty sure i got it for free with another comic set i got years ago since our old comic shop loved to do that, but it's poetic aint it. maybe ill doodle something referencing it..

i should probably look into finishing this arc someday im Dummy curious to even know how it started and how it ends.....

[marshadowstea]

okay word vomit to end the day :3

dont read it, this is mine >:[

[techno-rat]

oh my god...