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messylustt · 11 months

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Lowkey I genuinely want to have a zesty HC of Miguel's, Hobie's and i feel bad he doesn't get enough attention Ben Reilly's reaction to s/o reader surprising them in the wee bunny suit lingerie

omg plss. ben really doesn't get enough attention. he deserves it :(

( nsfw ) marks smut. praising. reader wearing lingerie. slight pet play. bj. brief mention of overstimulation. dry humping. (i actually made ben kinda subby here…also I’ve never written him before and don’t know his character a heck of amount but i wanted to try <3). semi unedited i apologise.

okay...cause miguel o'hara would of course be working.

you having had enough of his over busy schedule and lack of free time, resulting in short lasting kisses and quickies that always made you want more.

miguel would be fucking you, hair damp, praises easily tumbling from your lips..."dios, mi amor...that's it...doing so well for me...making me feel so fucking good...your tight little pussy taking me so well...carajo...you're so wet, letting me slip in whenever I want...yeah?"

and you'd be nodding, body pushed up, legs wide for him against a wall or a table.

but then his wristwatch would buzz, calling him in for another mission, saying 'something's gone wrong', and miguel wishes he could stay fucking your sweet cunt, but he can't.

which results in barely finished orgasms and an ache for so much more than what he can give you right now.

so, now you walk, hips slightly swaying with an air of indifference.

his office is always empty, miguel liking keeping the space to himself...and of course you.

so when you casually wander in, body adorned with a cute little bunny lingerie set that screamed innocence, miguel's gaze finally left his work...and he freezes.

god, did his eyes dart, everywhere they could go. no section of your half exposed body got free from his heated eyes.

but you act as though what your wearing is a simple shirt and simple pants, walking in saying you "accidently left something on his desk"

and as you go to step closer, moving your body torturously and languidly, miguel's eyes begin to darken.

you tapped your fingers along his desk, humming to yourself in fake thought. "i wonder where it is?" "maybe i did leave it back in my room..."

and you can hear the buzz of his wristwatch but when you glance at him his eyes are nowhere near his wrist, his gaze focused entirely on you as he stood, switching the wristband off with a flick of his fingers.

you go to step out of his office. "maybe you should take that...i'll go find phone in my room...i'm sure it's back there..."

but miguel is not gonna let you leave, swiftly webbing you towards him, and making you tumble into his chest with a small gasp.

then he's backing you up against his desk, as you're forced to press hard against it, miguel's arms caging you in as a small snarl edges his lips baring his fangs to you.

"are you sure you don't want to get that?..." you glance at his turned off wristwatch. but his large hands are grabbing your thighs and lifting you onto his desk, spreading your legs wide as he stands between them.

his hands brushed over the bunny lingerie, as he harshly pulls you closer to him, his mouth hitting your ear. "i don't think i will take that..." he meets your gaze, holding your cheeks between his clawed fingers. "i think..." he hoists one of your legs higher up, pulling you even closer, so that you covered pussy rubs against his hard on.

your mouth would fall open as miguel would speak to it. "...i think i need to fuck this pretty little bunny, who just wandered into my office..."

now you and hobie brown have tried many different kinks in bed.

many on his call, his lack of consistency making him suggest all sorts of new things he can do to your body. "come on, babe...i know you'll like it." he'd say with his signature side smile and teasing tone.

you'd always give in, and as promised it would feel so...good. "thank christ, hobie..." "yeah? that feel good, luv?" he'd be thrusting his long, ringed fingers inside you as your wrists would be webbed behind your back, your legs shaking with overstimulation. his fingers having fucked you for hours on end. "but don't thank the lord, babe...it isn't his fingers inside this...pretty lil pussy."

hobie loved the feel of your warm cunt clenching around them. and as he'd finally draw his fingers out of you his tongue would lick them clean.

now even though hobie was perfectly comfortable with expressing his kinks, you felt a little more nervous doing so with your own.

so when you had the idea to suck hobie off in a little bunny lingerie set, (leaning close to petplay) you on the floor as you licked his throbbing cock, you felt that familiar nervous flutter in your stomach.

hobie was lounging on the couch, legs spread as he watched something random on tv.

you were too shy to straight up tell him your ideas, so you instead decided to show him.

walking out of your room, the bunny lingerie on, with its little cottontail, and white fur features, you spotted hobie first before he looked to you.

"oi, luv, can you—" but the words would die in his throat upon seeing you, walking in...and looking like that.

you would walk up to a gradually turned on hobie as you moved to stand between his legs, a small shy smile spreading across your lips.

hobie's breathing would turn shallow as he quickly reached to touch you and pull you onto him. but you moved to your knees, placing your hands gently on his thighs and spreading his legs further.

hobie would be staring down at you, tongue coming out to lick his lip ring as you shuffled closer to his bulge. "i just wanted to...try something" you would say as your pretty fingers would drag along his hard on, making his hips slightly jolt.

"bloody 'ell, luv..." hobie would breathe out watching as you would take out his cock, your little bunny tail now at an easy view for him to see. "mm, dressed up as a cute lil bunny...is that for me?" he'd tease out, just as your tongue would quickly lick out, tasting his pre-cum, and letting the tip glide along the piercing there (yes i'm saying he's gonna have one).

his hands would fly to your head, as his legs would spread further.

you then begin to wrap your lips around his cock, going at a torturous pace, making hobie groan out little phrases... "oh, fuck...you're like ma' own lil pet...on your knees for me-'ell, luv...your tongue feels bloody good doin' tha'..."

and when you'd finally fit his entire cock into your mouth, the metal piercing hitting the back of your throat, his words would get worse (better). "don' stop...that's it...suck ma'-ah...my pretty little bunny...doing so fucking good...mm feel s'good." and in that moment hobie realised his slight kink for you being his pretty pet.

ben reilly would be stunned. eyeing your lingerie-clad body.

it had been a surprise. he had been working soo hard on special missions and destroying anomalies’ chances of evil doings.

you wanted to give him a break. you’d both never actually had sex yet, you guys taking it at a slower pace.

but now as ben stared at you, you moving to take a seat on the couch, as you stared at him, the concept ‘take it slow’ just didn’t seem register.

he moved fast, his muscled arms coming to wrap around your body, as his eyes continued to stare at your half exposed body. “what’s this for?…” but he didn’t really care for the reason, his hand already wandering your furry bra, while his body rested between your widened legs, that had begun to wrap around his hips.

“i thought you could use a break.” you say innocently as ben’s chest began to heave. “did you…fuck.” he’d hiss, his mouth moving to kiss your collarbone, as he pressed himself further into you.

you’d slightly shuffle your hips so that your lingerie would rub against his suit. a small moan would slip from his lips as his kisses would turn open-mouthed. “can I— can I fuck you?…god can I please fuck you?…i can’t wait anymore…”

he’d be shaking his head, slightly grinding down onto you as you’d bite your lip at his almost desperate tone. your hand would move to slightly play with his blonde hair, weaving through the strands. “you don’t want to take it slow?” you tease out.

“no, fuck no…I wanna touch you…all of you…please.” his grinding became nearly feverish, his want to just rip your bra off heavily prominent.

“since you asked so nicely…” you’d say unclipping your bra—ben couldn’t let your body go for the rest of the night.

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mostlysignssomeportents · 6 months

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The real AI fight

Tonight (November 27), I'm appearing at the Toronto Metro Reference Library with Facebook whistleblower Frances Haugen.

On November 29, I'm at NYC's Strand Books with my novel The Lost Cause, a solarpunk tale of hope and danger that Rebecca Solnit called "completely delightful."

Last week's spectacular OpenAI soap-opera hijacked the attention of millions of normal, productive people and nonsensually crammed them full of the fine details of the debate between "Effective Altruism" (doomers) and "Effective Accelerationism" (AKA e/acc), a genuinely absurd debate that was allegedly at the center of the drama.

Very broadly speaking: the Effective Altruists are doomers, who believe that Large Language Models (AKA "spicy autocomplete") will someday become so advanced that it could wake up and annihilate or enslave the human race. To prevent this, we need to employ "AI Safety" – measures that will turn superintelligence into a servant or a partner, nor an adversary.

Contrast this with the Effective Accelerationists, who also believe that LLMs will someday become superintelligences with the potential to annihilate or enslave humanity – but they nevertheless advocate for faster AI development, with fewer "safety" measures, in order to produce an "upward spiral" in the "techno-capital machine."

Once-and-future OpenAI CEO Altman is said to be an accelerationists who was forced out of the company by the Altruists, who were subsequently bested, ousted, and replaced by Larry fucking Summers. This, we're told, is the ideological battle over AI: should cautiously progress our LLMs into superintelligences with safety in mind, or go full speed ahead and trust to market forces to tame and harness the superintelligences to come?

This "AI debate" is pretty stupid, proceeding as it does from the foregone conclusion that adding compute power and data to the next-word-predictor program will eventually create a conscious being, which will then inevitably become a superbeing. This is a proposition akin to the idea that if we keep breeding faster and faster horses, we'll get a locomotive:

https://locusmag.com/2020/07/cory-doctorow-full-employment/

As Molly White writes, this isn't much of a debate. The "two sides" of this debate are as similar as Tweedledee and Tweedledum. Yes, they're arrayed against each other in battle, so furious with each other that they're tearing their hair out. But for people who don't take any of this mystical nonsense about spontaneous consciousness arising from applied statistics seriously, these two sides are nearly indistinguishable, sharing as they do this extremely weird belief. The fact that they've split into warring factions on its particulars is less important than their unified belief in the certain coming of the paperclip-maximizing apocalypse:

https://newsletter.mollywhite.net/p/effective-obfuscation

White points out that there's another, much more distinct side in this AI debate – as different and distant from Dee and Dum as a Beamish Boy and a Jabberwork. This is the side of AI Ethics – the side that worries about "today’s issues of ghost labor, algorithmic bias, and erosion of the rights of artists and others." As White says, shifting the debate to existential risk from a future, hypothetical superintelligence "is incredibly convenient for the powerful individuals and companies who stand to profit from AI."

After all, both sides plan to make money selling AI tools to corporations, whose track record in deploying algorithmic "decision support" systems and other AI-based automation is pretty poor – like the claims-evaluation engine that Cigna uses to deny insurance claims:

https://www.propublica.org/article/cigna-pxdx-medical-health-insurance-rejection-claims

On a graph that plots the various positions on AI, the two groups of weirdos who disagree about how to create the inevitable superintelligence are effectively standing on the same spot, and the people who worry about the actual way that AI harms actual people right now are about a million miles away from that spot.

There's that old programmer joke, "There are 10 kinds of people, those who understand binary and those who don't." But of course, that joke could just as well be, "There are 10 kinds of people, those who understand ternary, those who understand binary, and those who don't understand either":

https://pluralistic.net/2021/12/11/the-ten-types-of-people/

What's more, the joke could be, "there are 10 kinds of people, those who understand hexadecenary, those who understand pentadecenary, those who understand tetradecenary [und so weiter] those who understand ternary, those who understand binary, and those who don't." That is to say, a "polarized" debate often has people who hold positions so far from the ones everyone is talking about that those belligerents' concerns are basically indistinguishable from one another.

The act of identifying these distant positions is a radical opening up of possibilities. Take the indigenous philosopher chief Red Jacket's response to the Christian missionaries who sought permission to proselytize to Red Jacket's people:

https://historymatters.gmu.edu/d/5790/

Red Jacket's whole rebuttal is a superb dunk, but it gets especially interesting where he points to the sectarian differences among Christians as evidence against the missionary's claim to having a single true faith, and in favor of the idea that his own people's traditional faith could be co-equal among Christian doctrines.

The split that White identifies isn't a split about whether AI tools can be useful. Plenty of us AI skeptics are happy to stipulate that there are good uses for AI. For example, I'm 100% in favor of the Human Rights Data Analysis Group using an LLM to classify and extract information from the Innocence Project New Orleans' wrongful conviction case files:

https://hrdag.org/tech-notes/large-language-models-IPNO.html

Automating "extracting officer information from documents – specifically, the officer's name and the role the officer played in the wrongful conviction" was a key step to freeing innocent people from prison, and an LLM allowed HRDAG – a tiny, cash-strapped, excellent nonprofit – to make a giant leap forward in a vital project. I'm a donor to HRDAG and you should donate to them too:

https://hrdag.networkforgood.com/

Good data-analysis is key to addressing many of our thorniest, most pressing problems. As Ben Goldacre recounts in his inaugural Oxford lecture, it is both possible and desirable to build ethical, privacy-preserving systems for analyzing the most sensitive personal data (NHS patient records) that yield scores of solid, ground-breaking medical and scientific insights:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_-eaV8SWdjQ

The difference between this kind of work – HRDAG's exoneration work and Goldacre's medical research – and the approach that OpenAI and its competitors take boils down to how they treat humans. The former treats all humans as worthy of respect and consideration. The latter treats humans as instruments – for profit in the short term, and for creating a hypothetical superintelligence in the (very) long term.

As Terry Pratchett's Granny Weatherwax reminds us, this is the root of all sin: "sin is when you treat people like things":

https://brer-powerofbabel.blogspot.com/2009/02/granny-weatherwax-on-sin-favorite.html

So much of the criticism of AI misses this distinction – instead, this criticism starts by accepting the self-serving marketing claim of the "AI safety" crowd – that their software is on the verge of becoming self-aware, and is thus valuable, a good investment, and a good product to purchase. This is Lee Vinsel's "Criti-Hype": "taking press releases from startups and covering them with hellscapes":

https://sts-news.medium.com/youre-doing-it-wrong-notes-on-criticism-and-technology-hype-18b08b4307e5

Criti-hype and AI were made for each other. Emily M Bender is a tireless cataloger of criti-hypeists, like the newspaper reporters who breathlessly repeat " completely unsubstantiated claims (marketing)…sourced to Altman":

https://dair-community.social/@emilymbender/111464030855880383

Bender, like White, is at pains to point out that the real debate isn't doomers vs accelerationists. That's just "billionaires throwing money at the hope of bringing about the speculative fiction stories they grew up reading – and philosophers and others feeling important by dressing these same silly ideas up in fancy words":

https://dair-community.social/@emilymbender/111464024432217299

All of this is just a distraction from real and important scientific questions about how (and whether) to make automation tools that steer clear of Granny Weatherwax's sin of "treating people like things." Bender – a computational linguist – isn't a reactionary who hates automation for its own sake. On Mystery AI Hype Theater 3000 – the excellent podcast she co-hosts with Alex Hanna – there is a machine-generated transcript:

https://www.buzzsprout.com/2126417

There is a serious, meaty debate to be had about the costs and possibilities of different forms of automation. But the superintelligence true-believers and their criti-hyping critics keep dragging us away from these important questions and into fanciful and pointless discussions of whether and how to appease the godlike computers we will create when we disassemble the solar system and turn it into computronium.

The question of machine intelligence isn't intrinsically unserious. As a materialist, I believe that whatever makes me "me" is the result of the physics and chemistry of processes inside and around my body. My disbelief in the existence of a soul means that I'm prepared to think that it might be possible for something made by humans to replicate something like whatever process makes me "me."

Ironically, the AI doomers and accelerationists claim that they, too, are materialists – and that's why they're so consumed with the idea of machine superintelligence. But it's precisely because I'm a materialist that I understand these hypotheticals about self-aware software are less important and less urgent than the material lives of people today.

It's because I'm a materialist that my primary concerns about AI are things like the climate impact of AI data-centers and the human impact of biased, opaque, incompetent and unfit algorithmic systems – not science fiction-inspired, self-induced panics over the human race being enslaved by our robot overlords.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/27/10-types-of-people/#taking-up-a-lot-of-space

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