Mar 19
Mappa better not make him ugly
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Mappa better not make him ugly
WHOEVER IS MAKING THESE OFFICALVERSE AI CHATBOTS ON CHARACTER.AI
LEAVE ME OUT OF IT PLEASE.
F#CK AI
Nicolo Ferrari (born 31 January 1959) is a British radio host, television presenter and broadcast journalist
Yoruichi
𝙉𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙
Masterlist
(𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚- 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙎𝘼𝘿𝙇𝙔 𝙞𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙭𝙭)
You sit quietly on the edge of the bed, legs swinging slightly, the soft fabric of the comforter brushing against your fingertips. The room is dimly lit by the glow of the bedside lamp, casting warm shadows across the walls.
You hear the distant hiss of water stop in the bathroom, replaced by the soft creak of the shower door and the muffled sound of a towel being pulled from the hook.
A few seconds later, Chris steps out, steam trailing behind him like a lazy ghost. His damp hair falls messily over his forehead, water still dripping down his collarbones.
A towel hangs low on his hips, and he rubs at his neck absently with the edge of it, eyes finding you instantly.
He smiles, and it’s soft, just for you. That familiar, slightly crooked smile that always makes your chest feel too small for your heart.
“Hey, pretty,”
He signs with one hand, the other holding the towel in place.
He walks over and stops right in front of you. You look up at him and your eyes meet his. You sign; „What took you so long in there?“
„Don’t know…wanted to be clean for my girl“
Chris signs back.
You let out a little huff, nod and lay back but prop yourself up on your elbows just a few moments later to meet his eyes again.
He comes down and hovers over you before bringing his hand to your chin and tilting it back and placing kisses all over your neck and up behind your ear.
His hands find their way under your arms and slightly lift you up. Chris places you in to middle of the bed before sitting between your legs.
„May I?“
He signs with a little grin on his face.
A grin forms on your face as you sign back
„You may“
And with your permission he hooks his fingers onto the waistband of your pantys and pulls them down. You just lean your head back and let him take care of you.
Just a few seconds later your shirt and pants lay spread across the room and not even a moment later Chris‘ towel follows. He against asks if your fine and as you bring your thumb to your collarbone he gives you a smile before crawling over you.
Chris starts to place kisses along your neck, shoulders and collarbones until he finally reaches your tits. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth and moves it over and around it while his other hand moves to your other nipple.
He moves his body up and looks at you beige pulling his hands in front of his body and signs
„You good?“
„Yeah“
You sign back and watch him position his hips in front of your entrance. He looks up at you another timer waiting for your silent permission. You give him a small nod and just as you do you feel him pushing into you.
You throw your head back against the withe sheets of your bed. As he rocks into you over and over again you feel everything around you just fading into the background.
You him. And you. Here in this moment together-
His tip brushes against your g-spot with every move of his hips. It sends electric shocks through every part of your body. Each and every thrust knocks the air outa your lungs a little more.
In between every few moves he looks up at you, reading your expression for any type of pain or discomfort. But none of that is found, just pure pleasure.
He knew you might not always be able to say something if something felt off, so the two of you came up with your own kind of safe word. If you pinched him twice in a row, no questions asked, he’d stop instantly.
But that’s definitely not what your planing on doing right now. You’re so in your own world that you didn’t even notice how close you were until Chris‘ thumb came up to your clit and started rubbing fast but coordinated circles onto it.
His the other part of his hand makes sure that you don’t close your legs. His other hand is placed on your hip to stabilize him but also to make it easier to move in and out of you.
You lightly tap against his arm three times, a sign that you’re close. As he feels your touch he speeds up his pace and little and shifts all his attention to you, focusing on making you feel good.
He loves seeing you like this, so lost in pleasure, completely in your own world and falling apart for him- just for him and no one else.
His breath fans over your skin, short, warm and uneven, as if he’s just as overwhelmed as you are. His eyes never leave yours now, locked in a gaze so intense it feels like he’s trying to memorize every expression on your face.
Your hands clutch at his shoulders, fingers digging in like you’re trying to anchor yourself to reality, even as your body feels like it’s floating somewhere just out of reach.
Every movement between you is in perfect rhythm now, not rushed, not forced, just natural, like your bodies were meant to find each other in this exact moment.
Chris looks at you and you nod desperately and he knows exactly that what he’s doing is perfect. And just a second later the know that grew tighter and tighter in your stomach snaps with a thrust of his hips.
He grunts and just a second later he lets his head down on your chest while slowing downs his movements and spilling into you.
Chris doesn’t move at first. He just stays wrapped around you, his head on your chest, breathing slowing against your skin. His hand finds its way to your thigh and squeezes gently, once, twice. His silent way of checking in.
You squeeze his shoulder back just as gently. He lifts his head slowly, eyes locking with yours. There’s nothing rushed in his expression now, just soft warmth and quiet concern. He signs slowly with one hand, his other never leaving yours
„You okay?“
„I‘m so unbelievably good“
You sign back while smiling at him.
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Aubrey Plaza on day 6 of Paris fashion week
just saw a reel saying ‘day 13 of replacing AI by chugging water then showing you the imagine I generated’
My first thought was ‘oh my god the p1ss k1nk community will LOVE this’
like I’m highkey not the best artist but like????
new holding challenge started?? chug a pint? or two? or three?? and draw as much as possible before you inevitably soak your chair?
(omd i wanna do this)
