#if only it wasnt about a FUCKING IMPORTANT MATTER

[pertinax--loculos]

Every time I see that incorrect fucking post about the Voice to Parliament floating around it makes me FUCKING LIVID. Like I wanna wade in cuz it's PLAIN FUCKING WRONG but the sentiment is correct so I stop myself.

So yeah, VOTE YES but for fuck's sake PLEASE understand what you're fucking voting for. There is no reason Indigenous Australians shouldn't be allowed in Parliament which is why THEY ARE CURRENTLY ALLOWED IN PARLIAMENT. There's also no reason not to have a Constitutionally entrenched Indigenous led advisory body WHICH IS WHAT THE FUCKING REFERENDUM IS ABOUT, jesus christ.

[crypt1dcorv1dae]

I've literally never understood parents who don't let their like... TODDLER age kids play with kids of the "opposite" gender. Like wtf do you think your 3 year old is gonna get up to????? News flash heteros people aren't literally born sexual beings and you don't need to protect your sweet baby girl from the boy from her preschool class.

Which also makes boy/girl friendships later on actually LESS TABOO meaning, if your kid grew up being friends with OTHER GENDERS, they will be less likely to see others solely as potential romantic/sexual objects and can actually have positive normal friendships with people of any sex or gender. Who fucking knew that if you don't treat something as FORBIDDEN then it stops being so appealing, especially if you have a rebellious streak

[hecksupremechips]

Fucked up how happy I get whenever I make content of Shinjiro Aragaki being actually loved and getting to heal and learning to love the little things in life and getting to express himself. What’s up with that

[hauntingblue]

NAMI HAS TAKEN ACTION!!! LETSGOOOOO

[jvzebel-x]

🦋

[snekdood]

ppl need to stop equating being messy with being unhealthy

[sn0tcl0wn]

decided to replay trigger happy havoc because it's been so long and when i checked my save files i remembered that the reason i didnt wanna play it anymore was cause it was one of the games my exes "accidentally" deleted from my vita so i lost all my save files. twice. i've had the game since it dropped and yet the only save file from before today was from 2015 (right around when i started dating my second fiance) which was like five years after i got it so i can see why it depressed me every time i looked at it.

why do dorky ass loser men go out of their way to crush any ounce of joy you have as if you're not actively fucking and caring for him? like were they threatened by my kins? why didn't i punch either of them for deleting so much of my shit? like now i understand why i stopped gaming for so long. going through all my old games and systems today and Reflecting™️ was truly illuminating. if the next one either does shit like that or outright doesnt let me play my games in peace im gonna fucken swing.

like i deadass cried for like five minutes when i realized what had actually happened to my games and why i really stopped playing and how no one ever took it seriously back when they did that (despite everyone getting on me for doing it to them since it didn't matter right?) only for it to escalate into full on abuse less than a year into dating either of them. it's fucking horrific tbh.

anyway i'm actually gaming again and i feel so free.

[catboysalmon]

Birthday...approacheth. strange feelings accompanying

[strangersynth]

bc you have things to say doesn't always mean you needa say them let alone it also doesn't always mean it's your place to say them kwim

[soulemissary]

my sheer inability to keep track of time lately has been bothering me though bc i only keep track of time when i'm somewhat in my own head which means that whenever the days start passing by fast i can't talk to [REDACTED]

[madreemeritus]

Angel Dust love/appreciation post

With all the horrendous negativity sorrounding Angel Dust these days, I decided to make a post dedicated to love and appreciate him. It's 2024 and we still need to defend victims. It's like we moved backwards, specially considering that most individuals that hate Angel for... some reason? Call themselfs progressists. Lmao. What a sick joke. But let's foccus on what's good: Angel.

• Angel was willing to have sex with Alastor only to help Charlie. He doesnt like Alastor, he thinks Al is creepy and untrustworthy, and if he filmed himself having sex with Al, he would piss off Valentino (doing work "without his permission" to help someone Val heavily dislikes, after all, Charlie is helping him). So Angel was putting himself in danger and willing to fuck the stinky deer bastard just to help Charlie. HE LOVES HER SO MUCH, I CANT.

• Angel is so protective. He is so brave, he tried everything he could to keep Charlie away from Val, even yelling at her because her safety is more important for him. He grabbed Niffty like a baby to protect her from the loansharkers that were chasing Mimzy, he took the knife out of Niffty's hand, he stood up against Val to defend Niffty, and, unlike Charlie, she wasnt very close to him. But he just cares so much about his friends. It's so beautiful.

• The whole scene when Angel tells Val to fuck off. Just this. It's so fucking satisfying to see Angel being so strong and brave. Of course he will need help eventually, no one can be strong forever, but still. I'm so proud of him.

• Angel rejects Cherri's offer (drug) without shaming her or considering her less of a friend. He still loves her, supports her and is always there for her no matter what ❤️

• He didnt only stayed in the Hotel even after knowing Adam would target them first, he was also so invested in fighting back and protecting the Hotel. What a good boy 🥹

• When Vaggie throw him along with Pentious, he didnt ran away nor left Pentious to die alone (considering how both him and Vaggie were not trusting him), he fought back, protected Pentious and supported him after they were safe. And keep in mind that Pentious was both working for the Vees AND slutshamed Angel. But Angel didnt hold grudge (honestly he's better than me, my petty ass would be 100% pettier)

• The simple fact that Angel opened up to Husk was an act of strenght. This was so hard for him. The facade "helped" him to stay "untouched" and "safe" from humiliation, but it only made him self destruct. Letting go of that facade and ADMITING that he needs help is so, so hard. But he did it. Angel I love you

• The way he was so heartbroken by Pentious's death 🥺💔 "you did good, buddy" HEEELLPPP

• His protectiveness is beyond his friends, he saved the little egg boy in the cuntiest way possible, he's so fucking kind and brave, HE SLAYED.... (literally)

• As some people love to point Angel's past in the mafia (I mean, their ASSUMPTIONS on what Angel's mafia past was lol) to prove that "he is such a terrible person", I'd love to point out how he's terrified and disgusted by cruelty (Alastor's, Val's, Adam's) and only uses to violence when he needs to defend himself. From the men that wanted to drug and assault him in EP4, defending their territorry from Pentious in the pilot, defending the Hotel from literally every danger, from the mob that wanted to kill him in that very old pre-pilot comic. In conclusion, he is not a cruel person.

• And still speaking of that topic: he can handle himself. And that's fantastic. Every single time he used a gun, he ate 💅

• CHARLIE GRABBED HIS HAND IN THE FINALE 😭😭😭 it's so beautiful I love theeeemmm

• And of course, he stopped acting inapropriately towards Husk because he understood what he was doing is wrong. His haters are unable to see how much Angel improves himself, but it's not easy to let go of a problematic behaviour when called out. Angel I love you so much

• The way he was chasing Fat Nuggets when the Hotel was destroyed 🥺🥺🥺 such a wonderful pet dad ❤️

• There are different interpretations for Angel's reaction when Husk tells him "I guess you have changed", but I just love how he doesnt take pride or talks about himself, because that was not his priority. He wanted to foccus on living, helping and supporting his friends, spending his time wisely with people he cared about. I love you Angel

• Angel is unapologetically feminine, sensual, free and queer. This is awesome. He would be the best freak at Pride Parades. Be like Angel, be unapologetically yourself, live freely.

Now just look at cute pictures of this patootie

He's so pretty. I love him. Thanks for reading. Live laugh love Angel Dust

[weebsinstash]

You can totally correct me if I'm wrong but I'm kinda sitting here thinking like

Did anyone actually ever... have a conversation with Bakugou about how he treated Midoriya. Did anyone ever actually like learn more details about how Izuku was abused and called Bakugou out. Did anyone ever actually comfort Izuku for being bullied even one time

Was it ever addressed in any sort of way that Bakugou's competitive and aggressive behavior was a direct result of how his mom is. Did anyone ever side-eye his mom for being physically and verbally abusive. Was it ever discussed that her behavior was inappropriate and is actually abuse and that she's greatly responsible for the antisocial behaviors her son has.

Were any of Todoroki's classmates ever depicted as like, mildly upset at finding out their classmate is abused. Were any of them horrified to learn his birth was literally eugenics. Did anyone ever display any sympathy for him besides Izuku. Did any of his classmates hold anger or resentment for Endeavor or did they think it was ok he kept being a Hero. Was there ever any consequences for Endeavor. Did he ever even like, go to jail, or, lose his job, or was the only consequence that Dabi, the other abused eugenics child who was so traumatized by it all he started basically burning himself to death, lost his life

Did Tomura literally just die without getting to say good bye to any of his friends, who were also victims and most of whom also died. Did he ever get to learn it was AFO who made him kill his family and that it wasnt his fault. Did he ever get any closure for literally anything at all.

Did anyone from the Hero Association ever actually like, get in trouble for the whole "we've been adopting kids to turn into weapons of the state including making people like Lady Nagant assassinate people" thing. Is Hero Society fundamentally being changed at all after all these huge enormous reveals.

I'm just kind of sitting here wondering why, in a conversation about heroes and ethics and being morally righteous, Horikoshi also sort of quietly normalized or, at least didn't deeply discuss some things that were actually pretty important and directly related to conversations the story was already trying to have. I think though it might also be in part to certain Japanese cultural practices where they believe certain personal and family matters should be kept private, but it's just sort of like. Golly gee there's sure a lot of normalizing and accepting of abuse in this supposedly heroic power fantasy manga! I kind of find it hard to believe there's not a single single person in class 1A who doesn't like Bakugou and that everyone is just best friends! Maybe I'm just a hateful bitch but I'd be glaring at Endeavor every single time he entered my line of sight and I'd be outspoken on how he should quit his fucking job and go to prison! Maybe it's just weird I think more students would be dropping out to get jobs that are heroic but isnt actual costume wearing vigilanteism after finding out that the people who are their bosses are corrupt pieces of shit who basically control society from the shadows! Maybe it's just me!

[ge-nde-rr-env-y]

i played owen carvour in a production of spies in sydney, and tcb i have a confession i added a line. in the man behind the curtain reveal, owen says "if it hadn't been for my spot on aim and interest in foreign policy, i might have been an actor." i had about a month between application and audition and i was sitting on the first paragraph for so long and i got a bit bored. so i added "and you know, being blackmailed by the english" to that list. it added this manic, pained spark to the moment. fuel for the fire.

i dont know what joey thinks about owens history, but i gave him a timeline. born 1926 (nov 14th. scorpio bitch.), his fine family home destroyed in the Blitz, he enlists for some income (and maybe to escape home) at 17 in 1943, too young, but he's slick and clever enough to pass as an adult. 1945, right before the end of the war, he sees something he shouldnt have. the higher ups in a below the table deal that could ruin a lot of rich and powerful peoples lives if it reaches the wrong hands. owen carvours hands were the wrong hands. but he's a remarkable soldier, he's quick, he's a master tactician, and he's Good At Lying. hes useful. so instead of taking him out. someone says "hey kid. howd you like to be a secret agent. -also if you say no you'll die-" no choice. he'll continue to live at the behest of a governments will.

he doesnt Like being a spy, but its not the worst thing in the world. he likes the more decadent aspects, certainly, and deception not only comes naturally, but brings a sort of thrill.

he doesn't like being a spy until he meets curt mega. this part of his history is a bit blurry, but i imagine them meeting sometime near 1952 (because of the song Video Killed The Radio Star), surely on the job somewhere. curt makes spying fun. and curt is the first real thing owen has had reliably since 1943. he doesnt change, hes delightfully predictable, and despite him appearing somewhat less intelligent than owen, he has this knack for seeing straight through to owens heart. curt is daring, where owen might be intially more cautious. curt has the guts to get the two of them *into* situations, where owen has the tactician skill to get them *out*.

i think owen got comfortable. tragically, the two of them were so in sync, so reliant on each other, that he didnt see the fall coming at all.

it wasnt the fall that hurt. it was watching curt walk away. he'd always thought that if this were to happen, theyd go down together.

CHIMERA found him in the rubble, a boy who'd always been controlled, who'd never really got a chance to live a life of his own, and saw a man who was easy both to manipulate, and to empower.

they weren't aggressive about their agenda because they knew what would happen. the founder/ceo (a man i have decided is named Thomas) simply let owen recover in their facilities and let him free when he was able to leave, with an explanation of their plan, and an offer of further help should he require it.

owen broke within a month. a string of killings across europe simply attributed to an individual named The Deadliest Man Alive. CHIMERA drags owen back by the scruff of his neck.

"what the hell do you think you're doing."

"what? who are they going to arrest? owen carvours fucking dead."

its very important to me that owen wasnt brainwashed by CHIMERA. every choice has to come from him because the catharsis of him fully believing in the ideology he carries out with his chest for the first time is just delicious.

he doesnt. hate curt. i dont think. he loves curt, and he hates the institution of Espionage that forced them into this. but ultimately, that institution is so driven into curt that owen cant get what he really wants, which is to break curt out of that and have him all to himself. coldest goodbye reprise is a moment of sorrowful acceptance for both of them. owen understands that curt is always going to be a spy, no matter what, and giving up on the fantasy he had.

[lovememoreplease]

oh my dear pretty boy... ☆SPOILERS AND TW!! grim real name, spoiler for "sealed with a kiss" ending, dirty talking, Dacryphilia, creampie, hair pulling, male reader, dom reader, sub grim (if i worgot anything please tell me!)

a/n not proofread

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casper did ended up coming to you. running away from his job to be with you. with love of his life. he would never guess in the life of his he would fall in love with a some mere mortal. after all, hes the grim reaper he shall be feared! but... it ended up in love. in something he never felt before. he was confused at first. oh so confused. he didn't knew what to do. but he did ended up confession to you. and even left his job because he couldnt get himself to collect a soul of his precious mortal. his newfound lover.

"kiss me then, sunshine" he said as he closed his eyes. he was laying on your bed with you on top of him. his hands looking so tempting to just grab and hold... but maybe later. his lips slightly parted waiting for the kiss. his first kiss. you smirk and lean down connecting yours and his lips together in a soft and loving kiss. you didn't wanted his first to be harsh after all. you don't want your pretty boy to have bad first impression on such an important thing after all.

"so, how was it?" you asked after a kiss pulling slightly away. "it... it was great" he replied as he cannot speak such a things like lie. why would he even lie in situation like this?

"i'm glad" you replied and peck his cheek. "but i'm not done, caspy" you chuckle and caress his soft cheek. casper skin care routing really paid off, huh? "well, i have in mind... to help you forget about your awful job, you want me to help you pretty boy?" you asked with teasing tone as he blushed and cleared his throat. "what do you mean by that, sunshine?" he asked blushing. "you will see, cutie" you chuckle. kissing his lips once more. "dont worry, nothing bad" you wink and laugh softly playing with his hair. "dont worry pretty boy... you will loooove it" you smile as he look no so sure but agree anyway. hes curious what might be on your mind even if he can guess alredy.

after a small kissing and talking you pulled away. but he wasnt surprised with it quickly pulling you back into another passionate kiss. his hands wrapped around you neck as his hand is on the back of your head pulling you closer and closer. his breath rapid and hitching as small whimpers leaves his lips as they connect and disconnect from yours non stop. he wanted more. he needed more. he wanted you and you only. his one and only sunshine.

and that's how both of you ended up ex grim reaper face pressed into a pillow as he bite on it to silence his loud moans and whimpers. it's so embarrassing... laying in mortal bed getting fucked dumb from behind by a mortal... but it was his mortal after all.

his hand gripping on the sheets. "s-sunshine" he moan out as you hit his prostate. small tears of pleasure slipping past his eyelids down his cheeks and onto a long time ago drenched pillow. "oh god.. r-righht here!" he arch his back as a pearly white drop of pre cum falls down his dick onto sheets underneath him. your hand massaging and kneading on his ass before sliding up his back and into his hair wrapping them around you'r hand and yanking them to yourslef making him look back. "hey, look at me, pretty boy. i want to see you" you say as his glossy eyes look at you. small sob escaping his lips but soon gets forgotten as slutty moan takes it place and his eyes close.

your thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier as you're close to your finish. you dont even remember what time he will get filled this night. not like it matter. you can fill him up once more.

your hips thrusing your cock in and out hitting casper sweet sweet spot all the times. your balls slapping against his ass making wet clapping sound but its mixed with grim sweet moans anyway. "sunshine.. ah! oh my~ d-dont stop i beg!" he moaned in erotic way gripping the sheets even harder. his brain a mush and heavy blush covering his face from all the crying. "i love you... i- i lohve youh sho sho muchhh" he stutter out as his words are getting slured with every new word he speak until you can no longer tell what hes saying. small 'i love you's sleeping past his lips with various moans, whimpers and squeaks. air getting kicked from his lungs with every hard pound into his now streched out hole. his walls clamping on your lenght as you can feel how they are squeezing even harder.

you didnt even had time to blink as another squirt of cum escaped casper cock head onto the small puddle of cum on the sheets. your moves gently slowing down before you pulled out of him and finished on his back. you leaned down massaging his bruised hips and kissing his cheek. "you did great, casper. such a good and pretty boy for me" you smilled and started the after care.

[ushouldwatchhaikyuu]

Haikyu!! dumpster battle ramble akdbsjsbdd

warning for slight spoilers?? (i mention scenes but i dont say anything about who won or stuff like that lmfao) and also caps lock lmfao

aight. HINATA BEING TERRIFIED THAT KAGEYAMA WAS GONNA STOP SETTING FOR HIM. JUST LIKE HE SAID WHEN THEY FIRST MET. CAUSE HINATA WASN'T BEING NECESSARY TO WIN. AND HINATA TRYING SO HARD AND BEING NOT ONLY FRUSTRATED THAT IT WASN'T ENOUGH, BUT ALSO SCARED THAT IF KAGEYAMA SAW HE WASN'T USEFUL. HE'D LOSE INTEREST IN HIM AND STOP SETTING FOR HIM. nekoma cutting off Hinata's wings not only to stop him from flying, but to make kageyama stop helping him fly.

and kageyama sees that. realizes that hinata isn't being useful to him or the team. AND HE FINDS A WAY TO SET FOR HIM ANYWAY.

he sees Hinata can't get up on his own and everything is telling him to drop him- the most reasonable & rational thing would be to stop setting for him. and y'know what kageyama does? HE TELLS HIM "GO AHEAD, FLY"

HE SETS FOR HIM ANYWAY and finds a way to make him fly even higher. WHICH IS SO DKSBSKSJSJSKS IDEK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT. like not only does that tell hinata that no matter how much people try to stop him, kageyama will help him fly anyway- but it also speaks about kageyama A LOT. cause there wasn't a strategic reason to keep trying to use hinata- in fact, he could've used nekoma's focus on him on their favor and instead set for other players.

BUT NO, he chose to keep setting for hinata. because at that point it wasn't just about winning, for kageyama. yknow how important is that? kageyama, who only ever cared about winning, thought setting for hinata was more important to him than winning.

IF THAT DOESNT SAY A LOT ABOUT HIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT IDK WHAT WOULD

also??? kenma feeling like shit about doing that to hinata?? EVEN THOUGH HE CAME UP WITH THE IDEA. kenhina bffs they're so adorable wtf.

but then again the "we're just friends scene"??? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???? DKSBSJSK it made me feel stuff lmfao such a good way to portray their friendship & rivalry

also!!! kuroo, bokuto & tsukki crumbs!!! i love their friendship sm its so cool that they had their moments in the movie. bokuto was adorable sksnsjsjsj

the animation was also so cool tbh, specially that one scene of hinata and kenma staring at each other. yknow the one.

this one lmfao

ALSO everyone's talked about the scene where kenma keeps hinata in a birdcage but i still gotta mention it cause ITS SO COOL WTF

and everyone also said it but like. literally a kuroken movie (/p or /r). i loved how they showed that development of kenma's love for volleyball and how hinata felt so proud and happy and accomplished when kenma said their match had been so fun fksbdjdjdjdj HE HAD THE PERFECT REACTION.

also kuroo's laugh??? BEAUTIFUL and also a very good reaction lmfao.

yeah those r my main thoughts. overall a very good movie, perhaps the pacing could've been a bit more intense/nerve-wrecking for my liking? like i wasnt so "in it" as i was with many matches in the anime. still, i think it had a bit more of a focus on relationships and background stories and character development, specially through flashbacks, symbolism & but impactful quotes, so it's still chefs kiss. very much recommend watching it if u haven't.

[artdcnaldson]

i have a quick additional thought for you to match my freak on that i need to add before i forget!!!

so lets say you lose a match, disaster, because it should have been an easy win. its not a super important match or anything, but you lost it because you lost focus and werent giving it your all. coach art cant have that, it makes him look bad when you lose. he tells you as much in the car ride home, at this point your living "in his guestroom" which is a lie you tell people so they dont find out you sleep in his bed every night.

when you get home he makes you sit on your knees at the foot of the bed, between his spread legs as he sits on the edge. its hard for him to punish you, not because he doesnt want to or because he thinks youre too precious, no thats not it at all. the issue is that youre such a fucking slut that you get off on pleasuring him in any way, it wouldnt matter if he fucked you and told you that you couldnt cum, you would be okey with that. or if he fucked your face until you're crying and begging for air, you'd even asked him to do that before. so how can he possibly punish you? the only thing he's found to work is to make you sit and watch as he pleasures himself, all without you. he makes you sit there, hands behind your back just for good measure, inches from his throbbing cock as he fucks his hand. refusing to let you touch him at all. its the only thing that makes you whine and beg him to stop, beg him to let you do it for him, plead that youd do anything to give him pleasure. all this while he degrades you, tells you everything you did wrong during the game, missed opportunities and bad shots, telling you how youre embarrassing him when you play like that, that youre tainting his legacy when you lose a match that you shouldve won in your sleep. he really would feel bad for his harsh words, if there wasnt a puddle of your arousal pooling on the floor right under your cunt. his heart would ache at the cruelty of his critique if you werent moaning and crying and begging him to please forgive you, you'll do anything to make it right again, you'll never play that badly ever again. you'll do anything to make him proud again

oh also he makes you repeat all the things you did wrong to really hammer it home, lol. when he's finally satisfied and feels like youve understood your lesson he lets you fuck yourself stupid on his cock, but he refuses to help you. he makes you do it all on your own, and if you cant then you just dont get to cum :)))

TIHIHIHIHIHIHI mean art makes me giggle and kick my feet. i luv him so much tihi. i would do anything for him, truly.

-🐞

YUMMMMMMMM

And it was a close match too, went all the way to a tie break and really could’ve gone either way, but he’s being especially mean about it because he knows you’ll want to make it up to him double until the next match.

There are pouty little tears in your eyes while you kneel between his strong, muscular thighs, as he jerks himself off right above your face, so close you can smell the heady musk of him and your mouth waters in a Pavlovian response.

And you can take him pointing out spots you fucked up— a shitty backhand that wound up with a ball in the net, a moment’s hesitation when you should’ve been running for a drop shot, a clumsy serve, bad footing. You can take it, easy, you’ve taken that critique from every other coach you’ve ever had.

But it’s painful to hear him say you’re tarnishing his legacy. That you were the one who promised you’d be his perfect little prodigy, and you’re losing simple fucking matches that you shouldve been able to do blindfolded. That it’s embarrassing to have your name attached to his.

And he gets off on it, the pathetic little whimpers that you make whenever he says something particularly mean. But it’s the pleasure he gets from it, the way his hand speeds up whenever your eyes get all watery, how your lip wobbles and you see his balls tense and draw up.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you say, your voice thick with desperation and arousal. “I’ll never make stupid mistakes again. I’ll practice harder, I’ll practice nonstop. I’ll do anything so you’ll forgive me. I’ll do whatever you tell me to, all so I can win titles for us.”

And there was the difference. His floundering, fail of a marriage to Tashi was hinged on winning for her. You wanted to win for yourself and for him. Maybe mostly to please him.

“I think you learned your lesson.” He sits against the headboard, nods at you expectantly, hesitant until he pulls you so your drippy, needy cunt is hovering just above his cock. You sink down slowly, a guttural, desperate moan escaping your lips.

You grind your hips slowly, enticingly, begging for his attention. “C’mon, you’ve gotta work for it. I’m not gonna help you. I can’t help you on the court, can I? You need to start doing things for yourself.”

Your muscles ache from the long, arduous match, but you do your best to push through the discomfort and ride him in earnest. Your thighs slap against his on each bounce, as you impale yourself on his dick.

You want him to take over, to touch you. To forgive you for failing so spectacularly. But he watches you, almost impassive. The only clues that you’re affecting him are in the moans that slip past his lips.

“I’m sorry, Art,” you whine as you settle for just grinding down against him. It feels so right, the pressure on your sweet spot, the brush of soft, downy curls against your clit. “F-fuck— I’ll be your perfect player, I promise. Bring you lots of trophies.”

Your pace quickens as you grind harder, moans slipping out uninhibited. “Never gonna disappoint you again, I promise. I’ll be so perfect for you. No more stupid mistakes.”

It’s adorable, the way you’re prostrating yourself before him. You need his forgiveness like you need to cum, maybe they hinge on each other. But he makes you work for it, keep fucking yourself on him, get really desperate.

Hot, frustrated tears streak your cheeks, your cunt squeezes around him. “Art, please please please please—“ he’s not even sure what you’re begging for.

You cum with a string of moans, clutching onto him desperately— your skin slick against his. He kisses your forehead, rubs your back soothingly as you sniffle and cry. “Do you forgive me? For embarrassing you today?”

He nods. “Mhmm. Just have to show me you’re more serious next time, okay?”

You nod quickly, happy to have a goal, something to aim for. More serious— more devoted. You could do that.