I Fucking Hate College
jason todd x fem!reader
warnings: smut
word count: 519
a/n: i wrote this in the middle of writing a passive aggressive email to my english professor... anyways first time writing smut LES GO‼️🗣️
The bright light of your laptop was beginning to strain your eyes. The clock read 1:10 am and you were still awake trying to complete the mountain of assignments that you somehow let pile up.
The bedroom door creaked open as your boyfriend Jason walked in, hoping you'd be done and ready to go to bed. "You're still up?"
"Yeah," The sigh you let out spoke for itself, "I just need to turn in these last few papers then I'm done for the night."
Peering over you, the batboy looked at what you were working on. Only a few sentences had been typed on the google doc, and from the looks of it, it was going to stay that way for a while. The cursor at the top of the page continued to blink back at you tauntingly.
His large hands came up to rub your shoulders, thumbs kneading into your shoulder blades. A drained groan came from your throat as the knot in your upper back started to disappear.
Jason's attention moved down to your neck, where he began peppering wet kisses along your neck. He was like a drug you couldn’t get enough of, but this wasn't helping you get your work done any faster.
"Jay seriously,” a soft moan fell from your lips, “I need to get this done.”
The kisses never ceased, his hands moving to pick you up from your seat and move you to the bed, “Lemme just help you relax for a minute.”
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"Jason, baby, please."
The vigilante's tongue continued to lazily lap at your heat. Finals week really has been stressing the hell out of you. Luckily, your boyfriend knew just the way to clear your head.
"Don't worry doll, I'll get you there. Just relax for me."
The more you shook, the tighter he gripped your plush thighs. Your legs practically crushed his skull but he didn't care. Still keeping a hold on you, one of his hands reached to rub at your bundle of nerves.
His eyes traveled up your body until they met your own. The combination of his lustful gaze and his repetitive motions brought you over the edge. All your senses were ablaze. The sheets felt rougher, the air felt hotter, and you let out a silent cry of pleasure while you rode out your high.
Jason came up to talk you down, his fingers still pumping in and out of you while his thumb continued to serenade your clit, "That's it, sweetheart. Jay's gotcha."
Squelching noises were heard throughout the room as Jason's hand refused to let up, his thick digits slowly going in and out of your sensitive cunt. Finally done torturing you, Jason sat up and brought the two cum stained fingers to his lips, licking them clean.
Breathless, you laid back on the bead. The feeling of your boyfriend kissing your sweat-stained forehead brought you back to reality. You wrapped your arms around him to cuddle, the assignments waiting for you at your desk long forgotten. Hearing your breaths start to even out, Jason moved to spoon you.
"Told ya I'd help you relax."
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I love mythology so much and it’s taking everything in me to not write a full fledge fic about a Cupid and Psyche au omfg
justttttt Cupid Bakugou who is just so, so fucking beautiful. he’s always been recorded by other mortals for being akin to sunlight himself—all golden hues and sharp angles and high cheekbones and massive wings. wings that span as wide as an entire village, that sparkle when the light hits them, loud when they beat to send him soaring into the skies above. but his mouth? his attitude?
everyone always wonders why he was never the god of war, instead. but he’s damn good at his job, with his arrows propped up on his back, swift with discharging them into another stupid mortal who’s fallen for the local towns idiot. but hey, they’re in love, and it’s his job to enforce that love go over well.
and then he sees you—the most beautiful mortal, that you’re even compared to the gods, to his mother. he wants you so bad, if not to treasure and keep you against his side as he travels over the oceans cold waters, than to keep you safe from the vile men who want you as their partner and the disgusting women who envy you for having it all.
omg and the part where he takes you to stay in his palace and asks you not to ever look at his face???? it’s killing him, to wear that mask to your nightly dinners, to be able to look at the soft curve of your mouth when you frown and ask him to reveal himself. to be able to look at how you stare back at him, eyes pretty and furious, frustrated and mad, wanting to go back on the conditions you agreed upon because having to sit across from him without seeing him is absolute torture. I am. vibrating.
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Victorian Patriarchy
To be born in a woman’s body was almost incarceration, as she would then be trapped within the roles expected of her, of her body specifically — this can be seen by the marital bed being nailed to the floor in the narrator’s room, a clear demonstration of what is prioritised by men in her life. To be born a woman was to spend one’s life being oppressed, abused, infantilised, just as the narrator of the Yellow Wallpaper is trapped within the old, queer house with barred windows and an immovable marital bed.
I wrote an article over on Medium, if anyone's interested. :3
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Don’t you think Harry would jump at the opportunity to be able to be on the barrier and touch his fans and stop and take photos with them?///
Harry would never do that because it looks creepy as hell when the underage fans are stroking Louis' bare chest and he has this ecstatic expression on his face. I've lost count of the amount of people calling Louis a pedo. Harry doesn't want young girls touching him in that way.
God damn I don’t even know where to begin with this message.
You must be a harrie, I’d assume, because that’s the only group of folks where people would ever call Louis that. That’s so filthy. god what the fuckkkkkkkkk. That word should not be thrown around so lightly for fucks sake.
I started writing out a long reply to this, providing data etc. of louis’ fanbase vs Harry’s fanbase in terms of demographic and dynamics, why Louis does it and why other artists do it along with clear examples, etc. but I truly don’t think you deserve an answer like that because you clearly are just hating on Louis for the sake of it.
So, here’s what you do get:
It’s not creepy and there is no hidden agenda/malicious intent behind it, Louis isn’t into underage people, almost 98% of his fans are over 18 (the vast majority being 22+), and Harry can’t do it for the reasons I listed in the post you’re referencing. Thanks.
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