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content: college roommate au, condescending/mean law, med student law, dumbification, fingering, finger sucking, fucking on his desk
MINORS DNI bc this is in fact smut
Pens, pencils, loose paper, and empty cans of energy drinks litter your shared living room space. Your eyes scan the area to see what else could be a mess. A stack of textbooks, a spiral notebook, and all types of note-taking materials are scattered over the coffee table. A groan bubbles out from your throat. You’d asked your stupid roommate to clean all of this stuff up days ago. He’d thrown a study session with a handful of his friends nearly a week ago, and most of the mess was still there.
Just as you’re about to curse your roommate’s name to the heavens, the front door unlocks. Your eyes trail up to see messy black hair loosely covered by a spotted bucket hat.
“Law, can you please clean your mess up? We’re going to get bugs if you keep leaving shit everywhere. Thanks,” you speak, an overly sweet tone soaking through your words and an obviously fake smile on your lips.
“Uuuuuggghhhhh, can I walk through the fucking door first? I just took three finals back-to-back today. I’ll clean the shit up later,” Law’s deep voice rumbles. His steely eyes have bags under them, his hair somehow messier than usual; part of you felt a little bad for nagging. That is, until you remember that it was finals week for you, too, and you’d finished all of your chores, so why couldn’t he?
“Okay, and? I asked you to clean up all this study session mess, like, three days ago. Not only have you not done that, but you’ve added to the jumble!” Your hands fly around as you talk, further emphasizing your words.
“Just—” he huffs, “just shut up.”
It takes a second for you to process the three words he just spoke to you. Your face contorts into one of incredulity. “What did you just say to me?”
“I said. Shut. Up. As in, stop speaking? You are familiar with the concept, correct?” The tall man condescends as he lazily sloughs his backpack onto the floor. Your eyes narrow as you walk closer to him.
“Don’t talk to me like that. Don’t you ever in your life talk to me like that!” You stand up for yourself, jabbing your pointer finger into his chest. How dare he? You wouldn’t allow anyone to speak to you like that, let alone a man. Law rolls his half-lidded eyes with a sigh.
“Move. I’m going to my room to take a fat bong rip and then a nap. After I wake up, I will gladly clean whatever the hell you want me to. But until then, you will have to shut up,” the man says, his voice growing closer as he leaned down to your level. His face is closer than it’s ever been to you. Heat rushes to your cheeks as you instinctively lean your head back. You swallow, then take a steadying breath. You would not allow yourself to be intimidated by a man with a coin collection!
“Stop being stupid! Just take your little bong rip, clean the stuff, and THEN take the nap! Like, are you dumb?” you blurt, your anger getting the best of you. The words come out harsher than you’d intended, but your point still stands. Cold fingers find their way to your cheeks, pinching one in each hand. “Hey—”
Law leers over you. “Am I dumb? Am I dumb? You’re a general studies major. Aww, did you take a math final this week? You had to write an essay?” his voice drips with false pity. “I haven’t slept in days because I’ve been fucking studying. And that’s on top of the two residencies I’m doing. So, no. I’m not the dumb one here, it’s you.”
You are truly too stunned to speak. Dumbfounded, even.
“You get to frolic around, looking all pretty, showing your tits off, wearing your little skirts. And smart people, like me, have to actually work hard for things,” his voice is soft, his tone sardonically sweet, “But that’s okay. No one as pretty as you is expected to be smart anyway.”
Your thighs squeeze together. ‘Not right now,’ you beg your body, ‘please don’t do this.’ The skin of your nipples pebble in retaliation. His hands release their tight pinch on your cheeks, his thumbs caressing the now sensitive skin. A breath hitches in your throat at the gentle touch. The mix of hospital and warm cologne fills your nostrils. The scent makes your core clench.
“And even now, you’re letting me touch you like this after being so mean. That’s just not what smart people do, baby,” Law coos, swiping a thumb across your lips, “Open.”
Your lips part before you realize it, and the med student pushes his tattooed thumb into your mouth.
“Suck.”
Law feels your tongue slide against his finger, your lips working with it to create suction. You look so pretty like this. His unoccupied hand trails down your neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake. The hand finds its way to your breast and squeezes. A moan escapes your throat.
“See? Isn’t it so much easier like this? You can just turn that smooth little brain of yours off. All you have to do is obey, and you do it so well, baby.”
With his thumb still in your mouth, the man leads you into his bedroom. Heat pools in your lower belly as you’re pushed against his desk. Law, unfortunately, has a point. It sure is easier just to listen— to simply obey and leave all the hard thoughts to someone else. A quick pinch of your hard nipple forces a whimper out of you. Your eyes trail up to meet his gray ones.
“Poor thing, you’ve just been so stressed, haven’t you? Is that why you picked a fight with me? I can get rid of all that stress for you. Would you like that? Nod for yes or shake for no,” Law hums. Keeping your eyes on his, you nod pathetically. Your roommate removes his thumb from your drooling mouth, picks you up, and places you on his desk. Settling himself between your legs, he rests his large hands on your hips. You’d never thought about Law’s hands like this, but here you are, squirming under his touch. The ache in your core turns to a throb as he kneads circles into the plush dip of where your hip turns to thigh. You’re unsure of where to put your hands, so you opt for lightly gripping the sleeves of his black hoodie.
Large hands roam down your thighs and back up; thumbs ghosting over your sensitive skin. You feel your own slick accumulating as Law gets closer to your covered center. You let out a whine, already feeling needy as you spread your legs further for him. The short skirt you wear pools around your hips.
“That’s a good girl. See, you’re a natural. You like being dumb, you can admit it,” Law purrs against the outer shell of your ear. Deft fingers trace the seat of your panties, lingering on the growing wet spot. Your eyes squeeze shut as you mewl, bucking against him. Long, capable digits circle your clit, ever so sensitive, even through fabric. Teasingly, Law runs his hands to your hips again, this time hooking his fingers under the band of your panties and slipping them off you.
Slowly and deliberately, Law slips his middle digit into your drooling pussy.
“Fuuuuucccccckkk,” you whine. Your walls pulse and clench around him, savoring every pump.
“Look at that pussy, just making an absolute mess,” the man husks, “You’re doing so good, being dumb for me. You look so happy, so pretty.”
With that, Law adds his ring finger, stretching your sopping hole. You grip his hoodie tighter, pressing yourself against him as much as you can. The whines and whimpers you eke out are like music to Law’s ears. This is all he could have asked for; you melting around him and an end to his finals. Cream dribbles out of your cunt as digits curl inside of you. The coil in your lower belly tightens, threatening to snap as Law’s movements become quicker. With every curl, he coaxes out more of your cum; the lewd squelches fill the air. His palm pushes against your swollen clit, and the pressure finally sends you over the edge.
Wanton moans, whimpers, and curses flow out of you as your orgasm wracks your body. Your breath becomes shallow, your legs quiver, and every muscle in your body tightens as you ride the waves of pleasure. The grip on your hip tightens, keeping you from sliding off the desk. Once you come down, Law slips out of your intoxicating cunt, marvelling at the mess you made all over his hand. Already cumdrunk, you blink slowly at the man in front of you. Steely eyes meet yours as Law brings his cum coated hand up to his own mouth and cleans himself of your juices. In a daze, you watch him lick a long stripe from the heel of his palm to the tips of his ring and middle fingers.
“Fuck, you taste amazing,” Law groans. He palms himself through the front of his baggy jeans, ready for his own release. You watch dizzily as he removes his belt, then shoves his pants and boxers down in one swift motion. Law’s cock is long and pretty, a bead of precum glistening his tip. He pumps himself a few times before aligning with your slit. You release an obscene moan as the man pushes inside you without warning. His cock stretches you, nestling right up against your cervix.
Law groans as he’s swallowed by your pussy. A pussy like this deserves to be catered to, taken care of. You were never meant to think; you were meant to be wrapped around Law’s cock just like this. Rough fingers grasp the back of your neck, his palm firm against your nape. The other hand takes your waist, using it to guide you where he wants. The strokes start slow, deliberate; he wants to savor you, after all. Your tight grip, your beautiful sounds, your creamy cunt. With another groan, Law quickens his speed. Savoring you is nice and all, he thinks, but savoring wouldn’t make him cum. He needs you ravenously.
“F-fuck, I needed this,” the dark-haired man moans. Your intoxicating pussy after days of studying and working around the clock makes Law delirious. He slams into you repeatedly, his grip tightening around your hip and neck.
“Moremoremore—” you beg, your moans turning into desperate squeaks and whimpers. Law’s thrusts become sloppier as he reaches his climax. He ruts into you harder, faster. Your second orgasm hits you hard just before the man pulls out of you, shooting cum over your tummy. You pant with a dazed smile on your face as ropes of hot cum land on you.
Law shudders and hangs his head back; a wave of relief washes over him. With the tension finally out of his body, the man feels like he can seize the day. He pats your cheek, the sign of a job well done, and takes a step back. Ashen eyes rake over you.
“Go clean yourself up and lie down. I’ll get started on the living room, okay?”
All you can do is smile and nod, too fucked out and dumb to say anything.
Please have a moment of silence for the people who were killed instead of freed when news of emancipation finally reached the furthest corners of the american south.
have another moment for the ledgers, catalogs, and records that were burned and the homes that were destroyed to hide the presence of very much alive and still enslaved people on dozens of plantations and homesteads across the south for decades after emancipation.
and have a third moment for those who were hunted and killed while fleeing the south to find safety across the border, overseas, in the north and to the west.
black people. light a candle, write a note to those who have passed telling them what you have achieved in spite of the racist and intolerant conditions of this world, feel the warmth of the flame under your hand, say a prayer of rememberance if you are religious, place the note under the candle, and then blow it out.
if you have children, sit them down and tell them anything you know about the life of oldest black person you've ever met. it doesn't have to be your own family. tell them what you know about what life was like for us in the days, years, decades after emancipation. if you don't know much, look it up and learn about it together.
This is Juneteenth.
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you need to be able to explain why you shouldnt use ai rather than “oh well its obviously bad and you shouldnt use it or else youre a bad person” because that isn’t logic. “ai generates child porn based off of real children and whether or not it does is entirely up to how it is built and if pedophiles are able to find ways around those safeguards, because ai cannot in itself discern right from wrong” is a genuine criticism. “amazon tried to build a data center the size of tuson outside of tuson just to power their ai that would’ve increased the inability to stay alive outside in parts of arizona” is a genuine criticism. even “using generative ai teaches you not to learn how to do things yourself even when they’re difficult, devaluing necessary skills out of practice” is a genuine criticism when you look at the amount of people who think they are able of doing a difficult major when they couldnt write their own papers in high school.
but “ai is just bad because it’s bad” will convince no one and is a morally lazy position to take. about anything!
you need to know why reading someone’s diary is wrong if you want to learn about privacy and respect. you need to know why child sexual assault is wrong if you want to be able to help children form healthy age appropriate relationships. you need to know why capitalism is bad if you want to replace it with something else. you need actual concrete ideas and ideologies rather than “you should agree with me because i have the right vibe”
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Finally finished Egghead…… idek man I need time to process 😩 like ok I was reading it as the manga was coming out but I put One piece down for quite a while tbh and I didn’t realize how much more visceral the anime would make the events. When I was reading it, I was like “omg kuma :( omg Ginny :( I so sad” but when I WATCHED IT????? I shed a couple real nigga tears man. Both happy and sad tears tbf, but deeeemmmnnnnnn. The cinematography of it all was stunningggggg and truly added to the experience. 11/10!!!!
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