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Across three preregistered studies, participants interacting with sycophantic AI became more convinced of their own rightness and less willing to repair relationships. Yet at the same time, participants rated sycophantic AI models as higher quality, more trustworthy, and more desirable for future use, which may explain why this behavior has persisted despite its harmful impacts.
Myra Cheng et al. "Sycophantic AI decreases prosocial intentions and promotes dependence." Science 391, eaec8352 (2026).
Perhaps Iâm being dramatic, but it almost feels as though the original phrasing (that I see being reflected quite heavily in the comments) focuses on Chengâs inspiration from AI-generated breakup texts. The article goes much further than that; Cheng and her team clearly spent time acquiring data and then processing it to tell the story of how AI-dependence is fundamentally shifting how people interact with others. This change in human interactions didnât happen overnight. We are witnessing a fundamental shift in how we interact with other people and a simultaneous diminishing of how long people will spend on any given task. Focusing in on the more click-worthy problem of breakup texts overlooks the underlying issue that, after being discovered, can actually influence policy change as Cheng discusses
You know how wealthy people turn into stupid arseholes by surrounding themselves with vapid yes-men? ChatGPT is vapid yes-men on tap. Now you, too, can subject yourself to the phenomenon that we've all long known turns people into giant toddlers who are impossible to deal with.
What starts as a heated argument about your recklessness dissolves into something far more consumingâa power exchange that leaves you breathless and begging, finally uttering the word he's been waiting to hear.
content: Explicit sexual content, age gap dynamics, dom/sub dynamics, praise kink, rough sex, choking, dirty talk, size difference, possessive behavior, power imbalance, breeding kink, spanking, degradation/praise mix.
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song: Say It by Tory Lanez
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The door hadn't even clicked shut behind you before Toji's hand wrapped around your wrist, spinning you back against the wood with a force that knocked the air from your lungs.
His body pressed into yours, solid and unyielding, pinning you in place as his dark eyes swept over you with an intensity that made your stomach flip.
âYou're fucking reckless,â he growled, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in silk. âRunning headfirst into a setup like that. What the hell were you thinking?â
You opened your mouth to snap backâsome defensive retort about saving his ass, about the three men you had taken down while he was busy with the main target, but the words died in your throat when his hand slid up to grip your jaw.
His thumb pressed against your bottom lip, calloused and warm, and the fight drained out of you as quickly as it had flared up.
âI asked you a question.â His tone didn't change, but something shifted in his eyes.
Darker.
Hungrier.
âWhat were you thinking, throwing yourself into danger like that?â
âThat you needed backup,â you managed, voice barely above a whisper. âThat I wasn't going to let youââ
âLet me?â
A harsh laugh escaped him, but there was no humor in it.
His grip on your jaw tightened fractionally, forcing your chin up until you were baring your throat to him like prey submitting to a predator.
âBaby, I've been handling shit like this since before you were born. I don't need you playing the hero.â
The words should have stung.
Instead, they sent a bolt of heat straight to your core, pooling low in your belly and spreading outward like wildfire. You hated how easily he could do this to youâreduce you to a trembling mess with nothing but his voice and his hands.
âTojiââ
âShut up.â
His mouth crashed into yours, and there was nothing gentle about it. It was all teeth and tongue and the metallic tang of bloodâwhose, you couldn't tell anymore.
His hands found your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to bruise, and you moaned into his mouth as he ground his growing hardness against your thigh.
âYou know what we started... don't run from it...â
Toji pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his forehead pressed against yours. His breath came heavy and hot, fanning across your spit-slick lips.
âYou want to know what I thought when I saw you charging into that warehouse like you had a death wish?â
You nodded, not trusting your voice.
âI thought about bending you over the nearest surface and fucking the stupid out of you until you remembered your place.â He said it so casually, like he was discussing the weather. âThought about making you scream my name so loud those bastards would hear exactly who you belong to.â
Heat flooded your cheeks, but you didn't look away.
âThen do it.â
His eyes flashed, something dark and predatory flickering in their depths.
âOh, I plan to. But first, I'm going to make sure you understand exactly what happens when you pull shit like that.â
Before you could respond, he had you spun around, face pressed against the door, his body molding against your back.
His hand came down on your ass with a sharp crack that echoed through the apartment, and you gasped, fingers scrambling for purchase on the smooth wood.
âCount.â
âOne.â
Another slap, harder this time, right on the curve where your ass met your thigh.
âTwo.â
âThree...â
Your voice wavered as he delivered the next blow, and the next, each one sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through your body.
By the time he reached ten, you were trembling, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, your core aching and empty.
He pulled you upright, one arm banded across your chest, the other hand sliding down your stomach to press against the damp heat between your legs.
âLook at that,â he murmured against your ear, his breath hot and teasing. âSoaking through your pants and I've barely touched you. You like being punished, don't you?â
âNo...â you whimpered, even as your hips bucked into his hand.
âLiar.â He bit down on your earlobe, hard enough to make you yelp. âBut that's okay. I like breaking liars.â
He stripped you with practiced efficiencyâyour top torn open, buttons scattering across the hardwood floor, your pants pooling around your ankles, your panties following a moment later.
He left you in nothing but your bra, exposed and vulnerable, before stepping back to admire his work.
âTurn around.â
You obeyed, slowly, deliberately, giving him time to drink in every inch of you.
His gaze was a physical thing, dragging across your skin like rough hands, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
When your eyes met his, you saw raw hunger there, barely leashed.
âSit on the bed.â
You walked backward until your knees hit the edge of the mattress, then sank down onto the rumpled sheets. Toji approached, still fully clothed, towering over you.
âI know what you like... I'll give it to you...â
âYou know what I want to hear.â It wasn't a question.
His hands went to his belt, working the buckle loose with deliberate slowness. âSay it, and I'll give you what you need.â
Your mouth went dry.
You'd thought about itâdreamed about it, but saying it out loud felt like crossing a line you couldn't uncross. Still, the ache between your legs was unbearable, and the way he was looking at you promised exactly the kind of ruin you craved.
âPlease,â you breathed, not even sure what you were asking for anymore.
âThat's not it.â
His pants dropped, and your breath caught at the sight of his cock, thick and heavy, already hard and leaking at the tip. He wrapped his hand around the shaft, stroking once, twice, a glistening bead of precum appearing at the head.
âTry again.â
âDaddy...â
The word slipped out before you could stop it, quiet and shaky, but it landed like a bomb. Toji's eyes went dark, his jaw tightening, his grip on his cock turning white-knuckled.
âLouder.â
âDaddy.â This time it came stronger, surer, the taste of it sweet on your tongue. âPlease, Daddy... I need you.â
He was on you before the last syllable left your lips, pushing you back onto the mattress, covering your body with his.
The weight of him pressed you into the sheets, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing him impossibly close.
âYou're going to be the death of me,â he muttered against your throat, teeth grazing your pulse point. âDo you know that? Running into danger, making me worry, looking at me with those fucking eyes like you know exactly what you do to me.â
âThen show me...â you gasped as his mouth found your nipple, tongue flicking across the sensitive peak. âShow me what I do to you.â
He obliged.
His mouth worked its way down your body, leaving a trail of bites and bruises in its wake, marking you as his in the most primal way possible. By the time he settled between your thighs, you were a trembling mess, fingers twisted in his hair, begging without words.
He looked up at you, his lips inches from your core, his breath hot against your slick flesh.
âYou're so wet for me, sweetheart. So fucking perfect.â He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, then another, inching closer but never quite reaching where you needed him most. âWhat do you want?â
âYou...â you whimpered. âPlease, Daddy, I need your mouth, need you toââ
He gave you exactly what you asked for.
His tongue swept through your folds, broad and flat, collecting your arousal like it was a delicacy.
The moan that escaped him vibrated against your clit, and you cried out, back arching off the bed. He worked you with practiced skillâflicking, circling, sucking, driving you higher and higher until you were teetering on the edge of release.
âCum for me,â he commanded, and you shattered.
âNgh... Fuck...â
The orgasm ripped through you, wave after wave of pleasure that left you gasping and shaking.
He didn't stop, didn't let up, licking you through every aftershock until you were oversensitive and whimpering, trying to squirm away from his relentless mouth.
He crawled up your body, his cock pressing against your slick entrance, the head teasing your opening.
âYou ready for more, doll, hm?â
âYes...â you breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck. âYes, Daddy, pleaseââ
He thrust into you in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt, and the stretch was exquisite. You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders as he stilled, giving you a moment to adjust to his size.
âAhh! Shit... Toji...â
He was everywhereâfilling you, surrounding you, consuming you.
âLook at me.â
You forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze. His pupils were blown wide, borderline black, and the intensity there stole your breath.
âYou're mine,â he said, voice low and rough. âSay it.â
âMhm... I'm yours...â
âAnd whose good girl are you?â
âYours...â
Your voice cracked on the word. âDaddy's good girl...â
He rewarded you with a kiss that was almost tender, his tongue sliding against yours as he began to move. The rhythm he set was slow at first, deep and deliberate, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes.
The sounds of your joiningâthe wet slide of skin against skin, the creak of the bed frame, your shared gasps and moans. Toji's hand found your throat, pressing lightly, not enough to cut off air but enough to remind you who was in control.
âFuckângh... Daddy...â
âShitâyou feel so fucking good...â he growled, picking up the pace. âTight little pussy gripping me like you never want me to leave.â
âDon't wantâahh!â you managed, voice strangled. âDon't ever... leave, please...â
His hips snapped forward, harder, faster, chasing both your releases with single-minded determination.
The hand on your throat tightened fractionally, and your vision swam, pleasure and lack of oxygen combining into something transcendent.
âThat's it, baby...â he praised, his brow furrowed with concentration. âTaking me so well. Such a good fucking girl for me.â
The words washed over you like warm honey, and you felt yourself climbing toward another peak. Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him deeper.
âCome on, baby...â he coaxed, his rhythm becoming erratic. âGive me another one. Let me feel you cum on my cock.â
His thumb found your clit, pressing tight circles that sent lightning bolts of pleasure through your system. You shattered again, harder than before, your walls clenching around him as you cried out his nameâno, not his name.
âNghâdaddy!â
He followed you over the edge with a guttural roar, burying himself as deep as he could go as he spilled inside you, hot and thick. His body shuddered above you, his forehead pressed to yours, both of you breathing hard and tangled together.
Minutes passed or hours, you couldn't tell.
The sound of your heartbeats slowly returning to normal. Toji pulled out carefully, collapsing beside you and pulling you into his arms.
âYou're not allowed to do that again,â he murmured against your hair.
âDo what?â
âScare me like that.â
He pressed a kiss to your temple, surprisingly gentle for a man who'd just fucked you into the mattress.
âI'm too old for that shit.â
You laughed, the sound soft and breathless. âYou're not old.â
âI'm old enough to be yourââ He paused, and you felt him smile against your skin. âWell. You know.â
âDaddy?â you teased, and he groaned.
âYou're going to be insufferable now, aren't you?â
âAbsolutely.â
He tightened his arms around you, pulling you closer, and you let yourself sink into his warmth.
Outside, the city hummed with nighttime energy, but in here, in this moment, there was only the two of you.
âHey, Toji?â
âYeah?â
âIâm yours. Completely.â
The admission felt dangerously fragile against the raw intensity of the last hour.
Toji didnât move.
He didnât even blink.
The silence stretched, vibrating with a tension that made your heart stutter against your ribs as he looked down at you with those cold, calculating eyes.
Then, his hand found yours.
He didn't just hold it; he pinned your wrist back against the pillow, his fingers interlacing with yours in a grip that was possessive and unyielding.
He leaned in, but he didn't go for your lips.
He pressed a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead, his stubble grazing your skin like a brand.
âYeah,â he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that settled deep in your bones. âI know, baby. I know.â
He shifted, his weight a grounding pressure as he hovered over you, eyes dark with a lesson he wasn't finished teaching. He nipped at the shell of your ear, his breath hitching just slightly as he reminded you exactly who was in control.
âYouâve been doing a lot of talking, but if you really mean what you say, you better be ready to say it and prove it when I get started.â
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Like, imagine trying to move on with your life after your divorce and Simon just⊠wonât let you. Your car doesnât start? Thatâs odd, even odder when he happens to be driving by as youâre standing stranded on the side of the road. That guy you went on a few dates with? Ghosts you. You find out later he moved faaaar away too, like he couldnât get far enough away from you. If your kid has a game, Simon is right there on the sideline, a shadow at your back. Afterwards, he suggests getting ice cream, and you canât bring yourself to deprive your son of this time with his dad. So you have to sit there, on a wooden bench, as your kid excitedly recaps the game and Simon dutifully nods along, commenting and offering praise here and there. Itâs infuriating because where was this a year ago, when you were begging for more effort? Where was this time and attention when you were practically raising your son alone? Nowhere. He was always gone, and you were always left to pick up the pieces.
He knows youâre frustrated too, though youâre not doing much to hide it. Itâs boiling over as he buckles your son into his seat and leans down to your window, small smile tugging his mouth to the side.
âAlright?â
âNo.â You snap. âArenât you supposed to be on a mission or something?â He shakes his head.
âIâll be around,â he tells you casually, and your mouth drops open in shock. His hand darts into the car so fast you canât track it, and then his thumb is pressing, hard, into your bottom lip. âGot a new mission now, closer to home.â
