#and like. this final paper is worth 30% of my grade

[boycritter]

three weeks left in the semester and neither of my major papers ive submitted for english have been graded. this functionally means i have no idea what my grade actually is in this class, and also that i have received extremely limited feedback in my longer writing assignments, and i have no idea what i need to improve in my final one so i can make sure whatever fucking grade i end up with is a good one !!!!

[writing-is-hard-af]

Welcome to my Research Paper, it was fueled by a procrastination-induced rage, 3 hours of sleep, and more caffeine than any man should healthily consume

[bucks-babe]

Change My Ways For You

Pairing: College!Fuckboy!Bucky x college!fem!reader

Summary: One of the only girls in school that didn’t want Bucky Barnes was somehow the one he fell in love with

Warnings: Smut, fluff, reader doesn’t take any of Bucky’s shit, himbo!Bucky, Bucky being a fuckboy,a bit of forced proximity, small part where Bucky is fucking someone else (ew), pinning, Bucky proving himself to be a sweet boy, non consentual kissing, Bucky being tooth rottingly sweet, Bucky calling reader sweets sweetheart and sweetcheeks, Steve is a dick (sorry not sorry), PROTECTED p in v (they are responsible in this one), fingering, fluffy smut, dirty talk, cockwarming?, so much praise, talk about STDs, delayed aftercare, talk about no aftercare, Bucky learns about aftercare so all is good

Word Count: 14.6k This is a long one

A/N: Thank you to @buckys-wintersoldier for beta reading and helping with the direction; however, any and all mistakes are mine and mine alone. This fic is the most adorable and full of emotions. The angst, the fluff, the feelings and especially Bucky. The way they act around one another — it’s absolutely great and definitely a read worth it!

“I have to admit, some of your grades in this class are less than I expected. Some of you have excelled in my class, but there are quite a few students to which their performance, to put it nicely, has been subpar.” A few students in the room look around, trying to see who looks guilty of having shit grades. You couldn’t care less; you know your grades are great so it’s not your problem if someone else is failing. 

All you want to do is get out of class and go back to your dorm to sleep, having stayed up way too late to finish a research paper for a different class. Your professor walks back over to his desk and leans back on it, sighing and taking off his glasses to wipe them on his sweater. 

“Now, while I understand that this course is not for the faint of heart, I still expect all of you to put in effort, and based on these,” he holds up the essays that were due last week, “I can tell that some of you just don’t care. Not even mentioning those of you who didn’t turn in your paper.”

You hear a scoff a few rows behind you and you know it’s Bucky Barnes without having to turn your head. He is the resident fuckboy, not caring about school or his education, just going to parties and fucking every living thing in sight. Sometimes you think that the only reason he is even in college is to have the “college experience” of “being free and having a bit of fun.” 

He’s never turned your head, rather just been a thorn in your side three times a week when you go to class, always joking with his friends next to him or talking about his latest trist. You don’t want to hear about how loud a random girl screamed when she came on his cock. You were here to get your degree and finally move out of this shitty town you were stuck in.

Honestly, you doubt that Bucky was even giving anyone orgasms. In your experience, men who brag about how good they were in bed were nothing but a disappointment, giving you about 30 seconds of mediocre sex until they came inside a condom and rolled over only to ask you, “did you cum?” The answer was always no. You didn’t have the patience to stroke any man’s ego when they couldn’t even make you wet. 

Bucky did nothing but make you roll your eyes, annoyed by the absolute gall of himself. “Now, because I don’t want my class average to go down because of a few dumbasses, I have sent some of you an email to meet me in my office after hours in which I will pair you up with another student in hopes that it will give you a kick in the ass since I cannot be bothered to spend more time teaching you.” You like your professor, you really do. He was one of the chillest professors you’ve had, but a twinge of fear goes through you. You fucking hope that he doesn’t pick you to help another student, especially Bucky.

You hang on to the sliver of hope that he won’t pick you. He knows that you’re busy, right? Between work and school you don’t have any time to tutor anyone. The topic stays on your mind long after you leave class, delaying looking at your email just in case he picked you to help another student. 

As the hours went by, however, you knew that you had to check it. You cursed when your laptop had battery; if it didn’t, it would have given you an excuse to not show up if you were picked. Nonetheless, you opened your school email, only to find out that you had been picked and you needed to go down to your professors office in a half hour.

Getting dressed, you had the most intense scowl on your face. This was the last thing you needed added onto your plate. You only hoped that he would pair you up with someone who didn’t need that much help, but you were proven wrong when you walked in only to find Bucky sitting down looking like he would rather be anywhere else.

“Take a seat, please.” You huff and sit down, moving your body away from Bucky as much as you could. You didn’t really feel comfortable around him. He’s never done anything to you per say, but you’ve seen his shameless flirting and it makes you uneasy and never want to be on the receiving end of it.

You don’t pay attention to anything your professor says, something about helping Bucky over the next few months until he’s passing or fails out of the course. You’re too lost in thought to care. On top of everything you have going on, now you have to help the one person you can’t stand.

Your professor dismisses the both of you with instructions to meet at least twice a week to study together. Bucky walks out before you and you assume that he has sprinted away to go to another party given that it was late afternoon, but you find him right outside the door. 

“So, sweetcheeks, I guess you’re gonna be seeing a lot of me now.” His eyes run up and down your body, like this was the first time he’s seen you. It makes you shift and wrap your arms around your middle, trying to soothe yourself. Bucky clearly takes this the wrong way and thinks that you like his hungry eyes and steps closer to you. “How about I give you my number and we can meet up, ya know, to study? Or if you ever need something, I’m sure we can figure something out.”

You don’t want to give him your phone, thinking about where his hands have been. Ever since his step closer to you, you can smell the scent of sex on him. If you look closer at his beard you can see the glisten on it, most likely from some girl he ate out right before he came to the meeting. 

“Just tell me your number, James so we can get this over with. I don’t want to help you and you don’t want my help. Clearly you don’t give a shit about this class and you only want to get in my pants.” He raises his eyebrows at your tone, a little shocked that you spoke to him like that. Before he opens his mouth you continue, “I mean, look at you. You’re flirting with me when I can fucking see that someone’s pussy was on your face, and that makes you think that I want to have sex with you?”

He opens his mouth one more time but you aren’t finished, finally able to snap at him for all the times he’s pissed you off. “I’m not going to be one of the girls you add to your roster so you can get that idea out of your head right now. The only time I am going to interact with you is when I have to, okay? Now give me your number so I can go back to my dorm and fucking sleep.”

Bucky is shocked, not having anyone talk to him like that. It pisses him off that you rejected him. Everyone wanted a piece of him, but he has time to change your mind. He can’t lie, your sass was making his pants tighter, but he relents and gives you his number before you walk away while he watches your ass, palming his dick through his pants. 

He needs to relieve the pressure in his groin and he’s sure as hell you’re not going to help him and his hand is nowhere near good as a pussy, so he goes out to Steve’s party, knowing that he can get a girl in minutes.

“Fuck, yeah baby, that pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock. Shit, love that ass too, you gonna let me fuck it? Yeah, I bet you fucking would too.” Bucky doesn’t know how the two of them ended up in the bathroom, fucking each other’s brains out, but he’s not complaining. When she offered to get on her knees and suck his cock he pulled her into the nearest room, cumming on her face before pushing her into the mirror, smearing her makeup and his cum all over the mirror.

The slam of his hips was brutal, surely going to leave bruises on her hips but he didn’t care, as long as she wasn’t complaining, he would do whatever he wanted with her, fucking her like she was a slut. “Fuck, baby, gonna make me fucking cum. Pussy is so fucking tight.” He lets a groan out, close to cumming. 

 Usually he didn’t make much noise during sex other than dirty talk, only breathing heavily and groaning when he was about to cum, but he was always composed. Sex felt great, but he never felt the need to moan. He never understood why men would moan like a slut just over some pussy, and he doubted that he would ever embarrass himself like that during sex.

“Love the way that ass bounces, so fucking hot.” This was the way Bucky fucked - from behind watching the girl’s ass jiggle. He wasn’t one to fuck any other way. Bucky didn’t give a shit to watch her face or look into her eyes, he just wanted to cum as fast as possible so he could move on with the rest of his day. He thought missionary was quite possibly the most boring position ever created, not like he ever made it to a bed anyway.

“Shit, gonna take my cum, bitch? Yeah, you fucking are, just a little fucking cumdump for me, letting me fuck you in a dirty bathroom, too horny for my fat cock.” He was babbling, just wanting to cum so he could go back out to the party and have another drink, maybe even pick another girl up for later.

Bucky lets out a low groan, filling up the condom with his cum. Once his orgasm is finished, he pulls out, taking the rubber off and throwing it away. Pulling his pants back up, the girl turns around, clearly affronted. “I didn’t even cum, baby.” Her voice was high and annoying, making Bucky roll his eyes. 

“Sorry, but your pussy made me bust early.” He chuckles knowing damn well that it was a lie. He just couldn’t be bothered to make her cum. Why would he put in the extra work to make her cum when he was just having fun? If she wanted to cum so bad she could have handled it herself. He wasn’t stopping her from using her own hands. Bucky either ate a girl out until she came to get her nice and wet if he was feeling generous that day or left her to her own devices while he took his own pleasure from her body.

She blushes, “oh, thanks, that’s sweet of you.” Bucky just wants to get the fuck back to the party and she’s talking too fucking much. “Maybe we can do this again.”

He can hear how hopeful she is and he felt just a little bit bad so he decided to humor her. “Sure, Sherry, whenever I’m free. You know college life and all, working hard in classes every day. Gotta keep up that 4.0 GPA.” As he heads for the door, he hears her squeak out, It’s Sally!

The next day is when you’re supposed to meet Bucky in the library to study, but it’s been a half hour and he still hasn’t shown. You decide to study what you need to. If Bucky wanted to fail you weren’t going to go out of your way to help him. You weren’t his mother; he was a grown man and he was responsible for himself. 

Nearly an hour later, Bucky stumbles in, clearly reaping the effects of the alcohol binge he must have been on the night before. It was no wonder  why he was failing his classes. When he sees you, a smile graces his lips, trying to make you forget that he was more than fashionably late. “Heeyyyy, sweetcheeks. You been waitin’ on me long?” The closer he gets the more you can smell the musk of sex and alcohol.

“James, are you wearing the same clothes as yesterday?” You know he is and you fight the urge to turn your nose up at the offensive smell coming off him.

“Huh? Oh, shit, I am. Well would ya’ look at that?” He laughs before plopping down in the seat next to you, his smell even worse than before. He tries to give you what you assume is a sexy look, but he just looks like he just awoke out of a coma. “How about you help me change them then, sweetcheeks? Maybe even give me a good scrub, make sure I’m real clean? Oh, and sweets, call me Bucky since we’re gonna get real close.”

There is no way that he is trying to have sex with you when his stink is filling up the entire section of the library. Anger bubbles up in your chest. You were here to help him and he is taking this whole thing like a joke. “I don’t have time for this, James. Unlike you, I actually care about my grades and don’t think with what’s in my pants.”

As you go to walk away, Bucky tries to grab your wrist, wanting to mess with you some more, but his motor skills haven’t come back yet and he was too slow. “C’mon, sweetheart, I was just messin’ with ya’, don’t get your panties in a twist.” Bucky holds his tongue about wanting to sniff your panties, not wanting to antagonize you further, but you just keep storming away and soon enough you’re out of Bucky’s sight.

Bucky huffs, annoyed that you walked away from him. Not because he actually wanted to talk to you, no of course not, it’s because no one has ever walked away from him. He walks away from girls after he fucked them, not the other way around. Grabbing his shirt, he lifts it up to smell it, turning his head away when the stench hits him. “Damn, no wonder she fucking sprinted away from you, Barnes.” Bucky stands up, almost falling over when gets lightheaded, the effect of drinking all night with no food catching up to him.

He slowly makes his way back to his dorm to shower and get out of his grimy clothes, feeling it stick to his skin in the worst way possible. He realizes that he only gave you his number and you didn’t give him yours so he has no way of texting you to see when your next session is. Maybe he would have made it on time if you texted him. It wasn’t his fault he was late. Honestly, you should have reminded him since you are supposed to be helping him.

The next day Bucky sees you in class and luckily he doesn’t reek this time. Instead of sitting in his usual seat, he goes down a few rows and plops down next to you. “So, sweetheart, I don’t mean to question your teaching methods, but seems to me like you’re a pretty lackluster teacher, runnin’ out on me like that.” You slowly turn your head, completely shocked at the sheer audacity of this man. How dare he say anything about you when he showed an hour  late and proceeded to ogle you like a piece of meat?

“Excuse me? You wanna say that again, James? Because I don’t think I heard you right, because you better not have just said that I’m the problem.”

“I was just teasin’ ya, sweets. But if this is gonna work ya gotta help me a little bit. I mean, you’re the teacher and all.” You wanted to slap that smug smirk right off of his face.

“If this is going to work, James, then you need to try. I’m not going to pull my weight and yours so get that idea out of your head right now. I’ll be in the library at 4:30. If you’re so much as a minute late, I’ll tell the professor to get someone else to deal with you.” With that you got up and changed your seat, not wanting to be around him for another second. 

Bucky felt his pants tighten again. He really needs to do something about your attitude, like fuck it out of you. It wasn’t a lie that he found you attractive and the thought of bending you over your desk and watching your ass bounce made his cock even harder. Bucky was contemplating asking the girl next to him for a handjob but the thought of her hands around his cock didn’t seem as good as what he thought your hands would feel like.

So instead of that, Bucky moved his seat to the back of the room so he could jerk off. A man has needs after all and Bucky has never had to worry about someone taking care of his boners until now.

Bucky decides not to push his luck and he actually shows up to the library on time, sans all of his books, but at least he’s there. He sees you in the corner, hunched over your laptop, typing away. You look cute too, with your tongue slightly passed your lips in concentration and eyebrows pulled together. Reading glasses perched on your nose. His sweetheart was working hard. What the fuck, Barnes? Bucky is taken aback by his own thoughts. He has never looked at a girl like that, when none of his thoughts are about how many different ways he could fuck them.

You roll your eyes when you see that Bucky didn’t bring anything with him, just the air of arrogance that seems to follow him wherever he goes. “Would ya’ look at the time, sweets? I’m early. See I happen to take my education very seriously.” You swear, if you roll your eyes anymore because of this man, they’re going to be stuck in the back of your skull. 

“Yeah, yeah. What did the professor say you needed to work on?” You want to get straight to business. The faster you get this done the faster you can leave.

“Uh, well. I don’t exactly know what.” He tries to smile to soften the blow of his incompetence as he sits next to you, but you are almost vibrating in anger at how useless he is.

Huffing, you angrily click at your laptop, going to check the email your professor gave you, knowing that Bucky couldn’t be trusted to remember. “James, please tell me how your grade is a 13% and you’re still in college?” You had no idea that someone could have a grade that low and not be kicked out of the entire course.

“What! No way, let me see that.” You slide the laptop over to him, showing the proof of his negligence. “Well, damn, we have a lotta work to do then, sweetcheeks.” You ignore his comment and pull up his most recent essay, surprised that he turned it in at all, but not shocked to see how terribly he did.

“James, what did you even think this essay was about?”

“Uh, nature and care?” Your mouth drops open and you just stare at him for a minute, making him squirm under your gaze.

“James, this was an essay on Frankenstein, and you were supposed to analyze the difference between nature versus nurture. You wrote about the fucking trees!”

Bucky clearly didn’t understand the problem with his essay. “Yeah, that’s nature!”

“No, James. Nature as in how you are, like how you were born, not how you were raised. You were supposed to compare how Victor was nurtured all his life but was full of hate and spite, but the creature never had any care but he was benevolent until everyone who encountered him abhorred him!”

You were talking too fast and Bucky didn’t understand a word of what you said. You were using words that he had never heard of before. “So, you can fix it, right, sweets?” That same sly smile was on his lips. The look on your face was enough to make him backtrack. “Uh, so we can fix this right? You know, since we’re a team now.”

The resting bitch face you gave him had him shifting his eyes around the library, trying to avoid it. As soon as he did, however, he regretted his decision when his party hook up locked eyes with him. His eyes immediately went to your laptop, typing random words onto the document you pulled up, trying to seem busy.

“So, sweetcheeks, I’m picking up what you’re putting down. So Victor is a bitch and Frankenstein is cool.” The sound of your voice correcting him by calling the creature Frankenstein is drowned out by the shrill voice of his past trist.

“Hey, baby, haven’t seen you since that party. See you're working hard, keeping up that 4.0 I see.” She lets out a giggle and strokes his bicep. You raise an eyebrow but don’t say anything about his supposed GPA. You’re taking great pleasure in watching Bucky squirm, clearly not wanting anything to do with her now that he’s gotten his rocks off. 

“And who is this? I bet my smart baby is helping her study, right? That’s so sweet of you to help out, really. Not everyone would want to help the ugly girl.” You wheeled your head back, about to bite her head off for daring to say shit about your looks when the foundation on her face was three shades lighter than her chest that was almost spilling out of her way too small top. Now you were never one to judge, but if someone comes for your looks, you come right back at them.

Before you got the chance to tear her a new one, Bucky interjected. “Ya’ know me, always helping out where I can, even those less fortunate than me.” His eyes were glued to her chest and you doubted that he even knew what she said to begin with. “Listen, Sandy, how about we catch up after I’m done and I can help you out too?”

The “sexy” look on her face dropped. “My name’s Sally, nevermind, you can have the ugly bitch!” Bucky cringes slightly at getting her name wrong again; he was never good with those. You don’t know why you were involved with their lovers quarrel, but a twinge of hurt sprouts in your heart. You didn’t even do anything to her and she had to come at you for your looks, and Bucky didn’t say a fucking word.

Grabbing your things, you pack them with more force than necessary, but you don’t give a fuck. “Sweetheart, where are ya’ going? Don’t listen to her, she’s just a bit jealous that I’m with ya’.”

How does he not see what he did wrong? You just glare at him before turning on your heels and walking away. There is no way that you’re going to spend anymore time or energy on him when he isn’t going to try. If it was anyone else, maybe you wouldn’t be so hurt, but for just one second you thought that Bucky wasn’t as bad as he made himself out to be.

“Sweets, c’mon, we still have that essay to write.” Was this man really following you down the hall? Yes, yes he was. 

You spin around, eyes ablaze just to walk back up to him and push his chest. “You have an essay to write because I. Am. Done. You don’t give a fuck about this and I refuse to put myself through this for nothing.”

“What did I even do?” Now you were shaking with anger.

“What did you do? You haven’t tried at all, showing up late, trying to get me to fuck you, and worst of all, you let someone talk about me like that right in front of you and didn’t say a fucking word. You know, for a second there I thought you might be a nice guy, but you proved me the fuck wrong.”

Bucky had the nerve to look angry at what you said. Pushing you against the wall, he stares into your eyes. “Sweets, you’re really starting to piss me off. I’m fucking trying and it’s not good enough for ya’. I ought to fuck that attitude right outta ya’.” His eyes drop down to your lips and you’re too stunned to speak, not expecting him to push you up against a wall. 

He was starting to scare you, getting into your space like this, but before you could tell him to back off his lips smashed against yours. It was rough and fast. Your lips stayed still but your eyes were wide open, shocked at what he was doing. You tried to push his chest, but he only got closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, one hand dropping to your ass.

You struggled to free one of your hands, but as soon as you did you slapped Bucky in the face as hard as you could given your angle. He pulls back, shock on his face at the fact that you hit him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing! What made you think that I wanted to kiss you, asshole!” You try to wipe your lips, wanting to get the memory of his lips against yours off.

Bucky just stood there, not knowing what to say. He didn’t know what came over him. You shook your head and practically ran away to your dorm so you could shower and wash his touch off of you. The next day you were glad you didn’t have class with Bucky, but the remains of his kiss were still lingering. You didn’t even want to help him to begin with and this is how it ends up? With him forcing you to kiss him.

You didn’t want to tell anyone what happened, just wanting to forget the whole thing. But you couldn’t avoid Bucky for long since you did have to share a class together. He tried to come up to you, but you saw it out of the corner of your eye and switched seats before he could reach you. The entire hour and a half lecture was spent making sure Bucky wasn’t making his way any closer to you.

Instead of rushing out when class was over, you made your way down to your professors desk. “Professor, could I talk to you in your office for a minute? It’s important.” He might be relaxed most of the time, but your professor always made sure everyone in his class felt like they could talk to him if needed. 

Nodding his head, he leads you to his office and closes the door behind you, but not before you catch a glimpse of Bucky looking like a kicked puppy. He knew what you were about to talk about in that office, but there was nothing he could do about it. “Have a seat and tell me what’s going on. You’ve seemed off the past couple of lessons and I’m starting to get worried.”

You gulped, not knowing why it was so hard to say that you don’t want to tutor Bucky anymore. You didn’t want to let your professor down. Maybe it was because he reminded you of a father that you never had, but you just wanted to make him proud, showing him that you were capable of what he entrusted to you. He was looking at you, waiting to listen.

“Um, well, I have been distracted, but I think that it would be best for James to-” You can’t finish the rest of your sentence when you look at your professor. He trusted you to help Bucky and you can’t throw his trust away. “I think it would be best for James to have a more structured plan and I wanted to discuss that with you.”

The pride in his eyes was undeniable and you forgot about all the shit Bucky has put you through over the last few days. “Of course, what did you have in mind?” When you get out of his office, Bucky is still waiting, most likely missing the next party one of his friends is having.

You don’t even look at him, only grabbing the front of his shirt and dragging him with you all the way down to the library. “Sweets, listen, I didn’t mean to make ya’ feel-” Turning around, you cut him off and he stumbles to a stop.

“No, I don’t want to hear it, James. You listen to me. We will meet in this library every other day at this exact time and you will keep your mouth shut and work. Do you hear me?” Bucky feels his pants tighten, but doesn’t say a word about it, slightly scared to talk back to you. 

He just nods his head, finally noticing how beautiful you were. How your eyes held so much emotion in them, even when you didn't let it show on your face. Or how your lips form a small frown, the sides pulling down giving you an adorable pout. The small belmishes on your face, the tiny imperfections, created the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

“A nod is not an answer, James. Use your words.” Bucky swears that he could have cum in his pants at that exact moment. No woman has ever been so dominant with him in or out of the bedroom. 

He gulps before finding his voice again, hoarse but still working. “Yes, ma’am. I won’t let ya’ down again. I swear.” You stare into his eyes for a few seconds longer, determining if you believed him or not, giving Bucky more time to appreciate every part of your face he didn’t notice before.

You let go of his shirt and keep walking and Bucky follows you like a lost puppy, eyes downcast to your ass but not being able to see much with your hoodie going down past it. Instead of going to the corner of the library you were at last time, you walk to one of the private study rooms. “Sit and get your shit out.”

Bucky wastes no time following your direction, loving how brazen you were. You sit down next to him, giving him the opportunity to smell your perfume, the light scent intoxicating. “So, teach, what are we working on first?” His eyes are bright and attentive, taking in your facial expressions. He’s trying to butter you up, make you less angry at him.

“We have to fix your atrocious essay. It’s worth the most amount of points so hopefully it will bring your grade up.” You root through his binder, nothing organized at all. When you find it and pull it out you sigh, not knowing where to even start. “Okay, first things first, you need to at least understand what this is about.”

You explain everything to him, stopping to see if he is still following along, surprised to see him paying attention, going so far as to interrupt every so often to ask questions. For the first time since he got to college, Bucky is trying. The two of you sit there for a few hours, going over the essay line by line, fixing his mistakes. To your surprise, his grammar wasn’t too bad. At least he had something going for him.

The next few lessons go by the same way, Bucky working hard to not piss you off, but also to improve his grades. There were no flirty comments, no complaining about you being bossy. He was falling for you, something that Bucky never thought would happen to him.

He didn’t know how it started. Maybe it was that day you told him off, grabbing his shirt and putting him in his place. Whatever it was, he didn’t care. You were so beautiful and smart. God you were smart. It amazed him how easy it was for you to explain the assignments to him. 

Bucky stopped going to parties, too. For once he didn’t find interest in getting shitfaced drunk and sticking his dick in a random girl; although it was giving him his first ever case of blue balls, it just felt wrong to have sex with another girl. He tried once at the last party he went to before he decided to stop going, but her hand on his cock didn’t make him pulse with need. Bucky ended up faking a phone call, saying that his friend was in the hospital and he needed to go see him.

As the weeks pass, Bucky can tell you’re getting soft on him, especially when you called him Bucky for the first time.

 “C’mon, sweets, it can’t be that bad helpin’ me out.” Bucky leans back in his chair, his signature smirk plastered on his face. 

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, James because from where I stand, I’m losing IQ points by the minute with you.” You still try to sass him but Bucky can tell you’re fighting off a smile. The two of you talk like actual friends now - no more jabs at his promiscuity and no more ogling.

“Ah, I think it’s the other way around. I can feel myself gettin’ smarter with ya’.” Bucky puts his head on the table in front of you, moving so he could look at your face. His eyes glisten, showing the sweet man hidden underneath his tough exterior.

“Oh, give me a break, Bucky, you’re just trying to butter me up so I’ll do all the work for you.” You smile, looking down at him with the same adoration he’s giving you. His name leaving your lips felt right, smooth and sweet.

Bucky’s eyes widen, not expecting his name to sound so damn good coming from you. He doesn’t say anything in fear of you going back to calling him James. Now that you’ve called him Bucky, he never wants to hear his first name come out of your mouth again. He wants to be your Bucky.

You can’t deny the feelings you’ve developed for Bucky. The man charming his way into your heart, but you know you can’t act on them. You doubt that Bucky has ever been in a serious relationship, only going for one night stands. Even though you’ve seen first hand how sweet of a man he can be, you still aren’t convinced that he would be interested in dating.

But Bucky doesn’t share the same sentiment. Today is the day he’s going to ask you on a date, hoping that you’ll say yes and give him a chance to prove himself to you, prove that he can be the man you deserve. Like always, you’re in the library before him, already set up and waiting. When you see him walking over you wave, the same gorgeous smile he fell for gracing your lips. 

You could tell that he was nervous, stuttering and not meeting your eyes. “Bucky, what’s going on with you? Don’t tell me that you forgot to turn in the essay that we’ve been working on.”

Bucky smiles sheepishly at you. “No, sweets, I remembered to turn it in. I, uh, well, ya’ know. I got a question for ya’.” Mentally slapping himself in the face, Bucky blushed.

Staring at him suspiciously, you pushed your laptop away, giving him your full attention. “Well, sweets, you’ve been so good to me over these past few weeks. Really turned me around. I didn’t think that I would be able to do all this college shit, you know?” It wasn’t a question that he wanted you to answer. “You made me change my ways. I don’t want to go to parties and get blackout drunk anymore. To be honest, I’d much rather spend my time with you.”

Bucky takes a deep breath while you gaze at him with a blank expression on your face, making him even more nervous than before. “Doesn’t matter what we’re doing, s’long as it’s with you I don’t care.”

You cut off his rambling, afraid of where he is going. “Bucky, what are you trying to say to me?” You know what he is trying to say, but you don’t know how to react to it. It’s not like you haven’t imagined what it would be like to go out with him, but that’s just not the man he is.

“I’m tryin’ to be romantic right now, sweets.” He lets out a little giggle, playing with his hands to try to calm himself down. “What I’m tryin’ to say is, would you like to go on a date with me?” Bucky feels his heart drop when you only stare at him, not even blinking. His knee starts to bounce, the anticipation becoming too much for him.

You sigh, thinking about what to say to him. The two of you have a good friendship, one that you never thought you would have, but starting a relationship with him is terrifying. “Bucky, listen.” Just from the way you started your sentence, Bucky regrets saying anything. “It’s not that I don’t like you, I really do, but I can’t deny that your past scares me.”

“What do you mean, sweets?” For a man so observant, he can be a little dumb.

“You don’t do relationships, Bucky. You’re used to no strings attached and dating includes a lot of strings.” Bucky clenches his jaw, of course his past would come back to bite him in the ass.

“I don’t want no strings attached anymore. I want to be with you and only you.” You close your eyes, putting your head down slightly. You want to believe him, you really do, but you don’t want to get your heart broken. Gently, Bucky’s hand grabs your chin, moving you to face him. “Let me prove myself to you, sweets, just give me a chance and if I blow it I give you full permission to kick my ass.”

That brings a small smile to your lips, but you’re still not convinced. “What if you get bored of me? Being with the same person over and over again?” Bucky’s heart aches at your words, not used to seeing you unsure of yourself. How could he ever get tired of you? He knows that he is the one who caused your insecurities. If he didn’t sleep around as much as he did, then you wouldn’t worry about his loyalty.

“Sweetheart, ever since you put me in my place, I haven’t touched another woman, can’t even think about someone who isn’t you touchin’ me. Just one chance is all I’m askin’ and I promise that I will show you how much I care.”

Closing your eyes, you lean into his warm palm, letting yourself feel him. His eyes hold so much vulnerability and you feel yourself losing the ability to say no to him. “Just one chance, Barnes. And if you hurt me I swear to God.” You’ve never seen Bucky smile so wide, pure joy adorning his face. 

The smile never left his face, only growing wider. “Wouldn’t dream of it, sweets. What about you come over to my dorm and we can have a movie night? Maybe you could even stay over?” He looks sheepish, worried you’ll turn him down. At the quirk of your brow he rushes to explain himself. “Not like that! Just to hang out.”

You head back to your dorm to get a change of clothes while Bucky waits outside so he could walk with you back to his. As soon as you walk out, he is rushing to grab your bag from you, insisting that he carries it. “Bucky, I can carry my own bag, you know. I’m capable of that much.” He loves your little attitude, never accepting his help.

Throwing an arm over your shoulder, Bucky leads you away, not giving you your bag back. His dorm is just what you expect from a college frat boy: trash can overflowing, clothes on the floor, food left out, bed a complete mess. Scratching the back of his neck, Bucky shyly looks at you. You decide to only give him a little bit of grief for the mess. “Am I allowed on the bed or have you fucked someone here?”

Bucky’s eyes widen, frantically shaking his head. “No, never brought anyone back to my dorm.” Toeing your shoes off, you ask him where the bathroom is, changing your clothes before you flop onto the bed, letting yourself sink into the fluffy mattress. For a minute, Bucky feels his brain malfunction. The sight of you in his bed is probably the hottest thing he’s ever seen. He would give his left arm to have you naked right now, his cock buried deep inside you, your pussy pulsing around his cock, moaning when he rubs little circles on your clit.

“You just gonna stand there, or are you gonna put on a movie, loverboy?” Shaking his head, Bucky nods and heads over to grab his laptop before climbing into bed, leaving space in between the two of you in case you didn’t want to be too close. “I didn’t know that hanging off the side of the bed was your style, but if you want to leave me to freeze feel free to do so.”

Bucky doesn’t know how to act around you, this whole dating thing is uncharted territory for him. He just moves over, your thigh pressed to his. Bucky had to will his cock to not get hard, the softness of your body was making it hard to think straight. The fact that he’s only jerked off for the past month isn’t helping either.

You move to get more comfortable, which so happens to include you snuggling into his side, curling your arms around his bicep. Bucky has no clue what the movie is about, the image of all the things he wants to do to you in this bed are too much for him. He doesn’t know what the feeling passing over him is. He likes this. He likes the feeling of your body pressed to his. Not in a sexual way, although he wouldn’t mind that either, but in a completely innocent way. Bucky never stayed around after he came, always getting dressed and leaving. He’s never had a woman press their body against his just to find comfort.

Somehow, Bucky is following along with the plot of the movie, but he knows that it was just because of how you interacted with all the characters like they could hear you. Bucky would usually hate that, he hates when people talk through movies, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be angry with you. If anything, he was glad that you kept talking, giving him the opportunity to hear your voice.

Halfway through the movie you stop talking. When Bucky looks down he sees that you fell asleep on his chest. Of course at that moment Bucky’s bladder decided that he needed to pee urgently. He tried to hold off for as long as he could, focusing on the part of your mouth and the bit of drool leaking from it. But try as he might, he needed to use the bathroom. 

He tried to maneuver you to not disturb your sleep but you woke up as soon as he moved. “Where you going?” Shit, he’s going to have to pee with a boner because your sleepy voice sent blood right to his cock. 

“Just gotta take a leak, be right back.” You just snuggle deeper into the pillows, humming in understandment. Bucky has to put one hand on the wall in the bathroom, leaning over the toilet at an awkward angle trying to push his erection down with his other hand so he could pee. It took a bit of work, but he was able to go without making a mess. Now, Bucky might be a lot of things, but unhygienic isn’t one of them and before he goes back to bed he washes his hands.

Once he walks back into the room he sees that you’re more awake than before but still laying in bed. He hits the lightswitch on his way over and turns on the lamp, letting the soft glow illuminate your features. “What took you so long? Almost fell back asleep.”

Before he could answer, you wrap your body around his and feel his hard cock through his sweats. Pulling away slightly, your face gets hot. That’s why he took so long. “Shit, sweets, I’m sorry. It’s just, well, you were in my bed, and you look so gorgeous. Not that I’m expecting anything! But the image of you is fucking hot. Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that.”

Your giggle catches him by surprise. “It’s okay, Bucky. Can’t imagine going from having sex all the time to being abstinent for a month.” With the soft glow of the lamp, you see Bucky’s blush. “Just don’t think I’m going to fix it for you though.” He shakes his head and chuckles lowly, pulling you back into him, keeping his pelvis away from yours even though his dick was begging for release.

Bucky doesn’t say anything back, but his hand moves to your waist, resting over your shirt. His thumb rubs small circles before he trails his hand up to your ribs and you can feel the heat of his palm through your shirt. For a few minutes he keeps his hand there, feeling your heartbeat, all the while moving his face closer.

He can feel your heartbeat pick up the closer he gets. You can feel his breath on your lips, warm and inviting. You’ve never been this close to his face, seeing all of his freckles up close. You don’t want him to pull away, not when your whole body is thrumming with need. Never in your wildest dreams did you think that Bucky could be this gentle.

He moves his hand up to your arm, delicately trailing his fingertips up and down, giving you goosebumps. Bucky is waiting for you to make the first move this time. The first time he kissed you was crass and unwarranted. The little gasp that leaves your lips when his palm rests on your cheek makes his cock jump.

Eyes fluttering shut, you lean in first. His plump lips meet yours and you moan into his mouth, not expecting his lips to be so soft and warm. You move your hands to his chest, pulling him closer to you, wanting to feel his whole body pressed to yours. You ignore the erection pressed against your stomach, completely lost in the sensation of his mouth on yours. 

Bucky frees his other hand from under him and wraps it around your waist, pulling you on top of him. The pressure of his hand caused you to arch your back, gasping when your core meets his hard dick. Bucky doesn’t waste the opportunity to put his tongue in your mouth, groaning at the taste. He has to use every bit of self control in his body not to buck his hips up, but he doesn’t have to because you grind down onto him, searching for friction. The harder you kiss him, the more his will slips from him and he was the first to break the kiss, a trail of saliva still connecting you to him.

Both of you gasp for breath, having deprived yourselves of oxygen for too long. “Why’d you stop?” God, you were perfect. Eyes wide, pupils blown, kiss swollen lips - Bucky knew that he wanted to keep you like this all the time, having you look at him like that was addicting and he was already hooked.

“If we keep going I won’t be able to control myself and I told you that I’m going to prove to you that I’m in this. That I don’t want you just for sex. I’m going to treat you right, make sure you know how much I care first.” You have to bite your lip to stop the moan leaving you. That was the hottest and sweetest thing you’ve ever heard. The fact that Bucky, the resident fuckboy, is denying sex because he wants to show you what you mean to him first has your cunt clenching around nothing.

You can’t think of words to convey how much that means to you, so you just slam your lips against his, kissing him with as much passion as you possibly could. Bucky has to use every morsel of restraint to move you off of him. “Sweets, you’re going to kill me with this.” The giggle you let out makes leaving his throbbing dick alone worth it, but you take pity on him and ask if he wants to go to the bathroom to fix his issue.

At first he declines, but he eventually caves and goes into the bathroom, shuts the door and handles his business. You scroll on your phone for a bit but you’re surprised when he comes back so fast. “Loverboy, this better not be a sign that you don’t last in bed, because when we do have sex, I want you to fuck me properly.”

As he flops back down on the bed, he groans. When, you said when, not if, when. “Sweets, if I hadn’t just came my dick would be rock hard again. You can’t say shit like that to me.” He rolls over, stradling you. “And sweets, I promise you, I’ll fuck you so good you won’t remember your name.”

You just raise your eyebrows, choosing to tease him a bit. “Well, based on the time you spent touching yourself, I’m not convinced. Hope your reputation hasn’t gone to your head because I’ll be honest if you can’t fuck me right.”

Bucky squints his eyes at you before leaning down, like he was going to kiss you again, but at the last moment, he pulls back and tickles your sides. Your laughter is easily one of his favorite sounds. “Bucky! Stop or else I’ll never have sex with you.” That makes him pause, even though he knew it was an empty threat and lays back down next to you.

“Okay, okay, sweets, I’ll leave you be. But I wouldn’t be opposed to you tickling me.” 

“What, is this a kink that you have, being tickled?” He scrunches his nose while he laughs, knowing what he was going to say next.

“No, but I would love it if you would tickle my pickle.” He smirks like it was the best joke ever told, proud of himself. You groan and turn away from him so he can’t see your smile. “C’mon, sweets, that was a good one.”

If you turn around you know you’ll see his puppy dog eyes. “Buck, that was the worst joke in the history of jokes.” 

“Ah, ah, I can hear your smile. You loved it.” You don’t respond, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that you liked his joke. It’s silent for a moment and you are about to turn back around but Bucky talks before you can. “Do you mind if we spoon? I mean, you don’t have to stay overnight, but if you want to, ya’ know.”

“Well, it is pretty cold outside, and I would hate to have to walk all the way back. And who knows, I could freeze to death at my dorm. Better be safe than sorry.” Bucky knows what you're doing and plays along.

“Of course, sweets, can’t have my girl freeze. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t keep my girl warm.” You skooch back, pressing against his chest and his arms circle your waist, chin resting on your head. “Night, sweets, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Only if I don’t run away, loverboy.” You feel the vibrations of his chest as he chuckles before leaning back to turn the lamp off, falling asleep with your soft body pressed to his.

Over the next few months, Bucky proves himself to be the perfect boyfriend, always asking you how your day was, remembering all the little things about you, kissing you and holding your hand around campus, not giving a single fuck who saw the two of you. He wasn’t embarrassed to admit he was whipped.

“Buck, c’mon, this is the best fucking party of the year, you have to go. It’s gonna be packed with girls in slutty costumes, Halloween man, everyone wants to fuck everyone.” Bucky only rolls his eyes at Steve.

“Dude, how many times do I have to tell you, parties aren’t for me anymore. Hangovers suck dick and I have better things to do in my free time.” Steve doesn’t seem to understand how much Bucky loved you. He’s never said it, at least not yet. 

“Like what, hanging out with the nerd who hasn’t put out in three months? C’mon, I know you want some pussy and it’s gonna be on a fucking platter tonight.” Bucky sees red, not giving a shit that Steve is his best friend. No one talks about his girl like that, no one.

“Steve, I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you, but you fucking know how much I care about her. If I ever hear you call her that shit again, I’ll put you in the fucking hospital. I couldn’t give less of a shit about how long I have to wait for her to know that I don’t just want a pussy to fuck, not anymore. I’m done with the parties and the random girls, okay. So get that through your thick skull.”

He doesn’t wait for Steve to answer, storming out of Steve’s dorm and walking away, not even caring where he was headed. He doesn’t know how he got there, but he stands outside of your door, raising his hand to knock. You always answer the door for him and this time is no different.

“Bucky, what’s wrong?” You were so tuned into him, reading him like a book. Without waiting you pull him into your dorm, shutting and locking the door behind him, leading him to your bed. His jaw was clenched, eyes set. If he was a cartoon, steam would be pouring from his ears.

“Fucking Steve.” He kicks off his shoes and gets comfortable in your bed, you following right after. You would go anywhere he goes.

Cuddling up to him, you pull him into you and his muscles relax at your touch, body responding to yours without thought. “What about Steve? You two get into a fight?” You never really liked Steve, but he was Bucky’s friend and you would listen to whatever he had to say about Steve. He was just like Bucky was before he met you.

“Being a fucking asshole. You wanna know what he said to me?” Bucky doesn’t wait for you to answer, only turning his head to see you better before continuing. “Wanted me to go to the Halloween party tonight, talking about all the girls that want to fuck as if he doesn’t know that I’m with you.” That doesn’t seem as bad as you thought, thinking that they got into a fist fight. It doesn’t surprise you that Steve was still trying to convince Bucky to go back to his playboy ways.

But Bucky wasn’t finished. “He had the fucking nerve to say that I should go because we haven’t had sex yet, like I give a shit about that. Fucking disrespected you right to my face.” You couldn’t deny that you were turned on by the fact that Bucky was defending your honor even when you weren’t there, not letting anyone bad mouth you.

“And what did you say, Buck?” Fuck, your voice was breathy, heartrate picking up. You wanted to hear what he said, how he told his best friend off. Bucky didn’t seem to pick up on your arousal, still too heated from his argument.

“Fucking told his ass that if he ever says that shit again, I’ll fuck him up. No one talks about my girl like that, don’t give a shit who it is.” You swear you could cum right now. Why was that so hot? Maybe it was because you’ve never had a man that didn’t let anyone disrespect you, or maybe you just liked to see him mad.

“I want you, Bucky. Want you to fuck me.” It just comes out, shocking the both of you. Bucky whips his head around, eyes as wide as your own.

“What?” 

“I want you to fuck me. I’m ready, know you don’t just want to use me.” Bucky’s dick is rock hard in seconds, all the anger in his body disapparating instantly. 

“Are you sure you want this, sweets? Because I have no problem waiting.” Throughout the course of your dating, Bucky can’t count the amount of times that he’s been hard and left his cock untouched. It’s gotten to the point where the two of you knew he was going to get hard when he was around you, not that it bothered you, knowing how much you were affecting him, but Bucky’s used to ignoring his erection now and he has no problem waiting for it to go away if you don’t want to have sex with him.

“Yes, Bucky, I think I’ve made you wait long enough. And to be honest, if I make you wait any longer I don’t think you’ll last more than a minute.” The mouth on you marvels Bucky every time. 

“Excuse me, sweets, but I’ll have you know I’m no two pump chump.” You only raise an eyebrow and Bucky huffs before kissing you again. It’s slow and hot. Bucky’s never kissed like this before, but with you he just can’t help but savor the feeling of your lips on his. He doesn’t want to rush, if he could he would kiss you forever, stuck in limbo, floating with only your touch to ground him.

You whine, hands pulling at his shirt, trying to get him to take it off. Bucky moves back, smirking at you. “Desperate, aren’t we? Just wanna feel me ‘gainst you, huh?” Teasing hasn’t been something Bucky really did, always hurrying to the main event, but he wants to make you crave him as much as he does you. 

The glare you give him holds no heat, not able to be mad at him when he’s looking so damn hot above you. Bucky relents, just this once, and takes his shirt off, revealing his toned stomach. He sucks a breath in through his teeth when your hands land on his abs. “Holy hell, woman! Your hands are fucking ice cubes!” You giggle but don’t pull away, sitting up and moving your hands across his back, slipping them into his sweats, finding his bare ass and squeezing.

“Well, loverboy, warm them up for me.” Bucky shakes his head in disbelief, chuckling at you. He takes your hands out of his pants and lays you back down, letting his warm palms circle the soft skin of your belly under your shirt. 

“Can I take this off, sweetheart? Gonna let me see those pretty tits?” Your cunt pulses at his words. Men that you’ve been with before haven’t talked to you like this, making you yearn for them.

“I mean, you can take it off but they’re not that pretty.” Bucky wheels his head back, clearly offended by your statement. For the first time, you shy away from his gaze. You weren’t exactly insecure about your body, but you also weren’t the most confident and you doubt that your body is better than the surplus of girls Bucky’s had.

“I beg your fucking pardon, sweets. I’m gonna need you to run that by me again.” Bucky lowers his face to yours, and you’re sure he is looking right through you. 

“Well, I doubt they’re the best pair you’ve seen, Buck. Don’t roll your eyes at me either.” You catch the eye roll Bucky gave you. He wasn’t rolling his eyes at you, but rather the words you were saying.

“I can’t believe my ears, sweets. The smartest girl I’ve ever met is saying what is quite possibly the dumbest thing I’ve heard. And that’s coming from the guy who is friends with Sam.” It’s your turn to roll your eyes and instead of saying anything back to him, you grab the bottom of your shirt and take it off, revealing your naked chest to him, foregoing a bra.

Like any man, Bucky gets distracted by the sight of your breasts on display for him. It takes him a second, but he shakes his head and comes back from his daze. “Fuck, sweetheart, you got the prettiest set of tits I’ve ever fuckin’ seen. Fucking perfect.” Bucky isn’t lying either, he really does think that you’re the most beautiful woman on the entire planet, every part of your body is perfection. “Should be a model, sweets, let everyone see how gorgeous you are.”

You feel the heat creep up your neck and rest on your cheeks. You aren’t used to being looked at like this. The look he’s giving you is so much different from when you first started working with him. It’s not filled with lust, although you can tell it’s there, but filled with awe and love. “Uh, uh, don’t look away from me. Want you to look at me while I make you cum.”

He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before moving down to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot that he found the first time you made out. The little gasps and whines that leave your lips has his cock begging to be touched, but right now it isn’t about him, it’s about you.

You arch your back, pressing your soft breasts against his solid chest, drawing his attention away from your neck and to your tits. Trailing kisses down your chest, he swirls his tongue around your right breast, purposely avoiding your sensitive nipple. He doesn’t listen to any of your protests so you take matters into your own hands and grab a fistfull of his hair and jerk his head to where you want him to be. 

 The moan that leaves Bucky is pornographic, having no idea he liked his hair pulled that much. Bucky abides and takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it. “Oh, Bucky, just like that, feels good.” Bucky has to buck his hips into yours, never hearing something so sexy in all his life.

His other hand comes up to grab your other breast, rolling your nipple in between his fingers, every so often switching to give each one the attention they deserve. The longer he plays with your breasts, the more you feel your panties soak and you can’t take it anymore, needing some type of release.

Bucky pulls away with a pop, the cool air hitting your wet nipples makes you gasp. “Baby, I need you to touch me.” You can sense the words about to leave his mouth and answer his unspoken question. “Touch my pussy.”

Letting out a deep groan, Bucky grabs the hem of your sleep shorts, pulling them and your panties down when you nod. Your hand jets down to cover your pussy when you remember that you haven’t shaved, not expecting to have sex with Bucky tonight. “Wait, I have hair right now, maybe we shouldn’t.”

Bucky just blinks at you. He can’t believe that you would deprive him of your pussy because of a little hair. “Sweets, I have been a patient man, but I swear to God if you don’t move your hand and let me see my pretty pussy I’m going to lose my mind. You really think I give a shit if you have some fucking hair?”

You just smile sheepishly at him before removing your hand. “There she is. Look at her, so beautiful ain’t she? Yeah, she’s dripping for me, knows who she belongs to.” Fuck, you didn’t expect him to be so enamored with your cunt. “Ya gonna let me touch my pretty girl?”

You gulp before giving a breathy yes and Bucky spreads your legs a little wider and brings his right hand up to your pussy lips, gently tracing them making you twitch and giggle. “Bucky, that tickles.” Bucky smiles and his nose scrunches before his thumb goes from your hole up to your clit. “Fuck, Bucky, rub my clit.”

He just stops his movement, resting his thumb on your bundle of nerves. “This is where I’m in charge, sweets, and I don’t think that was a very polite way of talking to the man who is touching you.” You huff, not used to taking orders from anyone, but you want him to keep touching you so you relent.

“Will you please, rub my clit, loverboy.”

Bucky clicks his tongue at you. “Now, sweets, that didn’t sound very genuine but I’ll let it slide this time because I want to see this pretty pussy soak your sheets.” 

He starts to rub your clit from side to side, making you jerk your hips away. “Don’t fucking DJ my cunt. Circles, Buck, circles. You’re making me lose faith in you, babe.” Heat makes its way up his neck, his selfishness finally catching up to him. He doesn’t say anything, but switches up his method to what you said and you giggle at his confidence wavering.

His little slip up doesn’t slow him down, though, quickly finding the pace and pressure that seems to work best and draws those pretty sounds from your lips. Bucky knows that he isn’t going to be able to get enough of this, of you laid out before him, consumed by the pleasure he is giving you. 

“You want my fingers inside ya? Cause I wanna feel my pretty girl cum around my fingers.” You can feel the coil in the pit of your stomach, and you can’t remember if you’ve ever gotten to the edge this fast. All you can do is nod, moans and gasps the only sounds leaving your lips.

When his first finger slips inside you, your back arches and somehow the moans leaving you get even sexier and Bucky slips another finger in. “That’s it, pretty girl, suck my fingers in. Doing so good for me, knew you’d treat me so well. Don’t ya think, sweets?” The way he talks to your pussy has you leaking more arousal out.

“Please, Bucky, don’t stop, keep going just like that. M’gonna cum.”

A jolt of excitement shoots up Bucky’s spine. He wanted to see you cum so bad. Using every bit of self control in his body not to speed up, Bucky kept the same pace, curling his fingers to find that spongy patch. “Wouldn’t fucking dream of it, sweets, need to feel my pretty girl cum on my fingers. Promise I’ll feed her my cock after.”

Bucky groans with each clench of your cunt around his fingers, more desperate than you for your orgasm. “C’mon, sweets, give it to me. Can feel your clit pulsing. Be my good girl and give me what I want.” That was all you needed to fall off the edge, trusting that Bucky would catch you. 

Bucky’s sure that the sight of you cumming is the greatest thing in the world. He couldn’t dream of fucking you and not seeing you fall apart for him. He never stops moving his fingers, riding out your orgasm, only relenting when you push his hand away. It takes a few minutes, but you come back down, an open mouth smile on your face, eyes closed and Bucky falls even harder for you.

Blindly, you search for his pants, wanting to see his cock. “Bring him out, Buck, wanna see my new friend.” If it wasn’t for the orgasm he just gave you, Bucky would have been positive that you were drunk off your ass. Doubling over, Bucky cackles, not expecting to hear that come out of your mouth. “Don’t you laugh at me, loverboy, know your cock is huge. Let me meet him. Wanna put him in my mouth.” You give him a lopsided smirk.

“Don’t worry, sweets, you can meet him.” Bucky struggles to hold back his laugh. In all fairness, he did refer to your pussy as her, but the thought of you calling his dick him is hilarious. Nonetheless, Bucky strips the rest of his clothes off and you practically drool at the sight of his dick.

A little over average length, but thick as hell. You don’t think you’ve ever seen a cock that thick and you know he is going to destroy your cunt. Under his cock, his balls were heavy and full, the amount of cum in there building up just for you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him into you and Bucky has to catch himself with his arms so he doesn’t crush you with his weight. 

You both gasp when his bare cock rubs against your soaking cunt. Bucky has to close his eyes and think about all the assignments he still has to complete to stop himself from cumming on the spot. “Want it inside me, please, Buck, give it to me.” Bucky is near the verge of crying when you grind your cunt on him.

All you want is for him to fuck you until you can’t see straight and so does Bucky, but it takes everything in him to put away, knowing that the next words to come out of his mouth aren’t going to be sexy. “Hold on, sweets. I have to get a condom first.”

You don’t like that one bit, wanting to feel him inside you with no barrier. “Don’t need one, ‘m on the pill.” That has Bucky about to cum all over the sheets and your pussy. He knows that he needs to be responsible, not only for him, but for you too.

“Sweets, I, well, I haven’t been tested since my last partner. I’ve never done it without a condom, but I don’t want to risk it until I get tested.” He hangs his head in shame, yet again his promiscuity is coming back to bite him in the ass. What he wouldn’t give to feel your sopping cunt choke his dick, hell only knows, but his statement seems to sober you up.

“Oh, yeah, that’s probably for the best.” You can’t meet his eyes, the conversation awkward enough even if you weren’t about to fuck. Bucky takes in a deep breath and huffs out, clearly not knowing what to do next so you decide to lighten the mood. “Well, loverboy, you better wrap that bad boy up so you can prove that you can actually fuck me like you said you would. Top drawer. I got the good ones.”

You got Bucky to crack a smile before he gave a small smack to your thigh and walked over to your nightstand to get a condom. You wolf whistled when you saw his toned ass. “Damn, baby, you’ve been holding out on me?”

Bucky wheels around and says some clever retort, but you don’t hear it, not when his cock swings around with him, bobbing at the sudden change of direction. Not only that, but with each step he takes, his dick bounces up and down. “Sweetheart, it’s all yours. Stare all you want but close your mouth before I put somethin’ in there.”

Bucky rolls the condom down his length, giving it a few pumps while he admires you laid out on the bed, naked and ready for him to fuck you. Before he climbs back into bed, you stop him. “Wait, loverboy, do a little spin for me, let me see him move.”

Throwing his head back, Bucky lets out a belly laugh, and he just so happens to make his cock and balls bounce. “C’mon, s’all I want.” When he calms down, Bucky relents and circles his hips a few times, his cock, although stiff, moves with his hips and you have to close your legs to try to relieve the ache in your core. “Fuck, need you now, Bucky.”

“Yeah, sweets, you need my cock? Does my pretty girl need to be stuffed with my cock?” No smart retort comes to your mind, only the need to have him fill you up. It’s been way too long since you’ve had sex and you know Bucky’s cock is going to ruin you for anyone else.

“Please, Buck.” Fuck, the way you’re looking at him, with wide, pleading eyes, and a pout on your lips has Bucky’s dick pulsing. He climbs on the bed, in between your legs. “How do you want me?” You’ve overheard Bucky relive his one night stands more than once in class, before he fell for you. He was always adamant that the only positions worth doing were the ones where he could see the girl’s ass, and how boring positions where he could see her face were. 

Bucky stares at you for a second, cupping your face and leaning down to give you a tender kiss. “Want you just like this, sweets, wanna see you.” You swallow hard, willing yourself not to cry at how intimate he’s being. Despite your best efforts, tears well up in your eyes, making Bucky panic.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” His eyes hold so much love, something Bucky never thought he would feel for a partner. You wrap your legs and arms around him, clinging like a koala.

“Not a damn thing, Buck, just love you. Love you so fucking much it hurts.” Bucky feels his heart swell. If this is what it felt like to love and be loved, Bucky would spend the rest of his life trying to keep you, show you how perfect you are, love you as hard as he can and then some.

“Sweetheart, I can’t even put into words how much I fucking love you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, made me change from the asshole I was.” Bucky had his own tears welling up in his waterline.

“Buck, make love to me, show me how much you love me.” Reaching down, you wrap your hand around his dick, drawing a gasp from his lips, and line him up with your pussy. He presses his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes as he pushes in, cock stretching your cunt with every inch.

Crashing his lips into yours, Bucky tries to hide his moan, whiny and long, never feeling such intense pleasure. Neither of you can kiss, just gasping into the other’s mouth. When his hips are flush with yours, balls resting against your ass, Bucky has to stop. If he moves he’ll cum; he knows it. He’s never felt like he would cum on the first stroke, but the way your cunt hugs him has him doubting that he’ll last more than a few minutes.

You can’t handle it, the stretch of his cock almost too much, but you needed him to move. “Please, baby, move, need it.” The moan that leaves him is sinful and you involuntarily clench around him.

“Sweets, can’t. Need a minute.” His arms go to your waist, and he pulls you up, groaning when his cock shifts deeper inside you, and sits with his back against the headboard, keeping you wrapped in his arms, bodies pressed so close together you could feel every muscle. Bucky closes his eyes, resting his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and relishing in the intimacy of the moment, with your breasts squished against his chest, feeling every breath you take, loving your soft hands scratching his scalp.

“Do this with all the girls, loverboy?” The breathiness in your voice has his cock pulsing against your walls.

“Never, sweetheart, never. You feel so fucking good.” Bucky sounded like he was about to cry with how hard he was trying not to cum.

You wanted him to fuck you, pussy leaking down his thighs. You decided that if you annoy him enough he might just fuck you dumb. “Guess I was right then, loverboy can’t last in bed. Gonna tell everyone how I broke your cock, how fast you came for me.”

That seemed to strike a nerve and Bucky rolled over, pining you to the bed with his body. You gasped at the quick motion and the jostle of his cock. “Sweets, now is not the time to tease me. Use your mouth for something better.” He could already hear your, like what, so he cut you off before you could get anything out. “Like moaning my name while I fuck you.”

He doesn’t pull his cock out far, wanting to stay as close to you as possible. Pushing back in, he groans, having to will himself not to cum. You feel so good, pussy wrapped around him perfectly. “Sweets, love you so much, never wanna leave this pussy.” You whine, a jolt of pleasure going through your clit at his words. 

“Love you too, Buck. Want to stay like this forever, want you.” It’s Bucky’s turn to whine, rutting into you, the coarse curls at the base of his cock rubbing your clit, the sensation of your breasts pressed against him new. 

He can’t help it, you just look too pretty underneath him, grabbing both of your hands in his, lacing them together and putting them above your head and pressing his forehead to yours, staring into your eyes. His lips meet yours, both of your whines and moans mix together. 

The constant roll of his hips is pushing you to the edge faster than ever before. You take one of your hands, still laced with his, and place it over his heart, feeling the erratic beat. The coil in your stomach is curling tighter and tighter. “C’mon, sweets, can feel you clenching ‘round me. Give it to me, cum on my cock.” 

Bucky is doing his best to hold on, wanting this moment to last, to relish in the bubble the two of you have created. His moans get louder, his own orgasm creeping up on him. Wiggling your other hand out of his grasp, you run your fingers over the back of his head, crashing your lips on his before you fall off the edge, eyes rolling back and body quivering, his body the only thing grounding you.

He had to pull out, your pussy almost milking his cum out, but he didn’t want to cum just yet. He wants to make you cum again, this time while he looks at your face, seeing it scrunch up in pleasure. You didn’t seem too happy at him for pulling out, needing him to be as close as possible. “Keep fucking me, Bucky. I need you to cum for me.”

Bucky groans before guiding his cock back home, squeezing his eyes shut when he feels your pussy somehow got even tighter. Not wasting any time, he starts thrusting again, this time much faster, still rolling his hips, hitting your sweet spot every time.

Pulling his body away from yours, Bucky sits up, resting your thighs over his, keeping his dick inside of you, not missing a single thrust. With the new position, he can see your breasts bounce, but more importantly, how beautiful your face looks screwed in ecstasy. “So fucking beautiful for me, sweets. Love the way your pretty tits jiggle, look gorgeous when your getting fucked dumb on my cock, gonna keep you like this all the time.” 

In this position, your clit is being neglected so you reach one hand down, desperate to cum again. Bucky quickly swats your hand away, replacing it with his own. “Ah, ah, I’m gonna make my girl cum. Just want you to lay there and look pretty for me. Can you do that for me?” You just moan in response, thumb rubbing quick circles on your clit, bringing you to the edge again. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes! I’ll do anything you want.” You feel Bucky’s cock pulsing inside of you, thrusts becoming sloppy and losing their rhythm. “Cum for me, Bucky, fill me up with your cum.” You both know that he is wearing a condom, but the thought of his cum rushing into your pussy, stuffing you to the brim, is enough to have Bucky emptying his balls into the rubber, groaning deep, almost whining your name.

He can’t stop thrusting into you, still rubbing your clit, desperate for you to cum around him. “Sweets, so much fucking cum for you, know you can take it. Fuck, cum for me, milk my cock, get every drop out.” Bucky was right, you looked absolutely divine when you came. At that moment you’ve never looked prettier.

Bucky never felt an orgasm that intense, leaving him weak in the knees. Collapsing onto your chest, not able to hold his own weight up. You huff, air being pushed out of your lungs, but you don’t mind, his weight soothing, helping to bring you back down from the high of your orgasms. You both lay there, hands stroking each other until you fully come back to reality.

“Gonna pull out, sweets, okay?” Bucky has never had his cock in a girl this long after he’s came, and it was getting too sensitive. Words don’t come to mind and you just nod your head dumbly, both of you hissing at the sensation.

Without a word, Bucky gets up and heads to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean himself up. All of a sudden tears well up in your eyes, body cold and craving his touch. He’s been so sweet to you for the past months, proving that he didn’t just want sex with you, but now he’s walking away as soon as you’re done. 

The buzzing of your body goes away, dread filling you. Rolling over, you burrito yourself under the covers, facing away from the bathroom, not able to stop the tears from streaming down your face. It only takes a few minutes, but to you it feels like a lifetime, until Bucky comes back, sliding under the covers himself. 

“So, sweets, what do ya’ want to do? I could go for a bite to eat myself. Don’t know when the last time you ate was though.” Bucky, on the other hand, was basking in the afterglow of the best sex of his life, already thinking about all the things he could do with you, all the ways he could get you to cum for him.

When you don’t respond right away, Bucky thinks you fell asleep. Leaving a kiss to the back of your head, he gets up and puts his sweats on, not bothering with anything else and heads to your kitchen. He doesn’t feel like making a full meal so he decides to just make a quick sandwich and head back to bed after eating.

You burst into full blown sobs when Bucky leaves, assuming that he left your dorm all together, having no idea that he was just outside. How could you have been so stupid to think that he really wanted you? Bucky goes to take a bite out of his snack when he hears your sobs, immediately thinking the worst - he hurt you, did something you didn’t like.

Rushing back into the room, Bucky climbs back into bed, rolling you over without warning. “What are you still doing here? Thought you left?” How could you ever think that he would leave you?

“No, sweets, just went to make a sandwich. What’s going on? Why are you crying?” Bucky has never been so fucking scared in all his life, terrified that he hurt you.

“Thought you left after you got what you wanted. You just left me in the bed after we were done.” Bucky’s eyes widened, not expecting you to say that. He doesn’t know what he did wrong. He’s never stuck around after sex, confused at what’s going on with you.

“Sweets, I’m so sorry that I made you think that, but I don’t know what’s going on. Need you to talk to me. I don’t want you to think I don’t care.” Your bottom lip wobbled, of course he didn’t know about aftercare. It wasn’t his fault that he never had a relationship like this. It meant so much to you that he was asking how to fix his mistake.

“I get really sensitive after sex. It’s annoying actually, but I need to be held and told that you still love me.” You avoid his gaze, more tears making their way down your face, Bucky wiping them away. How could his perfect girl think that her needs were annoying or an inconvenience to him.

“Oh, sweetheart, come here.” Bucky pulls you into his lap, almost petting your hair. “You did so good for me, you know that? I love you so fucking much and nothing is going to change that, okay?” He pulls your head back to look into your eyes.

“It’s just that my last boyfriend said that he couldn’t look at me after sex, said he couldn’t see me the same way.” What in the fuck. 

“Sweetheart, I need you to understand that I know that I’m the fucking luckiest man alive to be able to be with you any way you let me. When I look at you I’m so proud to call you mine.”

You bury your head in his shoulder, letting him hold you and whisper sweet words in your ear. For his first time doing aftercare, Bucky is doing great and soon you come all the way down. Pulling away from him you giggle. “Love you too, Buck. Thank you for that. I know some men don’t care about that. After they get what they want they leave.” Bucky hangs his head in shame, thinking about all the girls he made feel like they were worthless. “I know that you did the same thing, but the fact that you were so willing to change means a lot to me.”

Bucky knows that there’s a lot he has to learn about being in a relationship, but he wants to learn it all to be the man you deserve. He is going to treat you like the goddess you are for the rest of his life, he knows it, already planning on picking out a ring, because he’s gonna love you for a long, long time.

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You can study me

Sero hanta smau

volley-ball player sero x art student fem!reader, no quirks au, college au.

a/n it's been a while since I've written something like this...I'm nervous

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Senior year is finally here! You thought that this time, the teachers would be more lenient with you and your classmates, but not at all. In fact, they even got stricter... They assigned you a half year-long work, which would be worth 30% of your final grade. What does the work consist of, you ask? Making a complete study of the life of a student you need to pick and paint it.

But... you can't pick a friend.

Profiles • Part .2

Part 1

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You sat outside, pen in one hand, the other on your lap. Scribbling on the piece of paper quick doodles of a random animal. A rooster...a chicken…why was this one that popped in your mind, you don’t know.

A sight escapes your mouth as you look up at the sky. “This is going to be a nightmare” you mutter.

You would’ve been more ok with all of this if you could’ve chosen someone close to you instead. So much easier, simpler. But in the art course? nothing was easy.

You sometimes thought of quitting, completely. But the love you had for art kept you here and perhaps your supportive friends too. Seriously they meant everything to you, they’ve been here through thick and thin. They could be…themselves but you’d do anything for them, the other way around as well.

Taking your phone from your pocket, you check the time — 12:40 pm. “I should already be on my way to the cafeteria.” You get up slowly, grab your bag from the ground and shove the paper and pen inside.

As you enter the building, you greet with a wave of your hand some classmates you had met in your morning class. When you enter the cafeteria, you grab the tray from the pile and pick up a sandwich, a fruit salad and you pay for a soda can at the vending machine.

You weren’t particularly hungry today.

Scanning the room you make eye contact with your friends a bit further away. You march over to them and install yourself next to Himiko, Izuku in front.

”I’ve missed you guys so bad.” you say hugging Himiko’s arm. She hugs you back with a big smile. “Us as well!” she chuckles. “It’s only the first day of the week and I’m already tired.” adds Izuku with a slight smile before taking a bite from his sandwich.

You begin eating as well. “Can you guys believe it's the last year we’ll be together..” you say to them. “Oh don’t start already or I’m going to cry.” says Himiko, turning her head.

“ I know we’ll definitely be busy after but ain’t no way we’re getting separated, you better believe me, you ain’t getting rid of us” she taps her finger on your cheek in a teasing way.

”Oh that I already know” you chuckle.

Izuku suddenly perks up and says “By the way y/n I talked to some of my classmates and I’m sorry most of them don’t feel comfortable with that…” “Oh right mine as well…they say they don't want to meet new people or whatever” himiko adds.

”Oh well I did expect that honestly” you cross your arms and straighten yourself. “Guess the whole art course is going to struggle with finding someone” you sigh and begin to wonder how else are you going to find a student willing to participate in that. Ochaco may try with her classmates but you already have an idea of how it’s going to end.

You’d like someone with personality as well and there’s plenty of people like that here but—

You were cut off by a cheerful voice.

”Izuku you’re here!” A girl with pretty pink hair stopped in front of the table with her tray in hand. You all turned your head at her.

”Oh I didn’t know you were with friends my bad you guys!” she smiles.

”No it’s alright, you wanted something?” he responds.

”The boys are over there and I wanted to know if you wanted to come sit with us! Your friends can come as well if they’d like” She smiles at the both of us.

“Yeah for sure! Does it bother you guys?” He says looking at us.

”Not at all” Himiko and you respond at the same time. You look at each other before chuckling slightly.

”Perfect, follow me!” the girl begins walking ahead. “The name’s Mina by the way!”

”I’m y/n!” you respond back.

”And I’m Himiko”

You all reach a long table with four people already sitting and talking.

Four boys to be exact, one had blond hair and was just staring at the other three with a raised eyebrow, another had red hair and was laughing at something another blond said next to him and the last one with longer black hair was holding his sandwich with a smirk on his face.

”I am here and brought companyyy” Mina chants at the boys.

They perk up at the sound of her voice and all turn their heads towards us. You and Himiko smile not knowing what to do next.

”Hey, these are my friends, Himiko Toga and Y/n L/n !” Izuku introduces us.

He turns to us and points at the boys one by one.

”This is Kacchan- I mean Katsuki Bakugo. You already know him.” he laughs pointing at the blond with red eyes.

Bakugo nods his head with an almost visible smile.

”This is Denki Kaminari” The other blond points finger guns at us.

”This is Eijiro Kirishima” the red haired boy waves at us with a smile.

“And last but not least Sero Hanta” the black haired boy throws a peace sign at us and winks.

They all greet us happily and urge us to sit with them. You began talking for what seemed like hours, they told you they were part of the school volleyball team.

”Oh that’s so cool, how long have y'all been playing for?” you ask.

”We pretty much have been since we were kids. We practically all met through that.” Kirishima responds cheerfully. “Yeah we’re all like a biggg family” Kaminari leans on his shoulder.

Bakugo turns his head at us before speaking “So y/n, art huh? How is it being an artist?”

I laugh “I’m not an artist, artist yet but—“ you were cut off by Izuku.

”Oh stop that you draw, you paint even if it's not professionally yet you’re still an artist.”

”Yeah, it doesn’t matter even if it was just a hobby, you still are an artist.” Sero joins him before continuing. “And how is it going so far?”

”To be honest? Right now, horrible.” you chuckle.

They all seem taken back as their eyes slightly widen.

“It’s mostly because of an assignment our teacher already gave us.”

”Oh that's rough— On the first day?” Kirishima says.

”Yeah, I have like half of the school year to complete it? And it's worth 30% of my final grade too.” You lean your head on your hand. “I need to pick a student I don't know, to study their life? Like get to know them so I can make a painting of it—“

”You can study me?” Sero suddenly says, catching you off guard. “We just met so that’ll be perfect and I get to spend time with a cute girl like you so it’s a win-win situation.” He smiles and leans back on his chair.

You stare at him. That’s...a good idea actually you think to yourself and it’s not a total stranger if it’s one of Izuku’s friends…right?

”Well Sero you’ve got yourself a deal” I smile back at him.

”Call me Hanta.”

a/n i hope you guys like this aaah i'm so nervous and excited to post this...🤧 see u guys in the next part! 💋

[justathoughtfulangel]

Nothing But The Truth ~ Kai Parker One Shot

*not my gif

Pairing: siphon!Kai X witch!Saltzman!Reader

Word Count: 3,388

Requested?: Yes

This is a sequel to "I'd Rather You Lie." I've done my best to make sure this piece is readable as a one shot, but if you'd like to read the prequel, please read it here.

This IS a reader insert fic; I just don’t like writing with Y/N in the place of names. Use Rosalie/Rosie/Rose as a placeholder for Y/N :)

Description: Kai betrayed her trust, used her for his own selfish means. Now, he can't bear the pain and hurt he's caused her. Malachai understands now that he loves her, but is love enough to mend a broken heart?

Warnings: angst/heartbreak and minor mature language

The story begins after the break! I hope you enjoy reading it :)

“I’d rather you lie.” 

It was easier for Rosalie when he lied. It had been easier to believe it was real. Now, she’d heard the lies so often she couldn’t possibly know what was true anymore. Kai’s ramblings came to a halt. Rose’s smile was more akin to a grimace. There were no tears in her eyes; there was nothing in her eyes as if there was no soul behind them.

Malachai had hurt many people in his life. He’d murdered his siblings, and he’d spent years torturing himself. Somehow, this emptiness in her was worse than all the damage he’d done combined. “Rosalie…” She just shook her head, walking passed him. There was still no emotion on her face as she hugged her winter jacket around her body. Kai watched her walk away, feeling the snow settle in his hair. The cold did not compare to all the pain that consumed him. 

He tried to take a shaky breath. With a choked gasp and unbearable pain in his heart, Malachai watched her until she became a speck of dust in the distance. The worst part of it all? She didn’t turn to look back at him once.

~

Was it his fault for breaking her heart, or was it hers for allowing him to hold it in the first place? Her brain and heart grappled over this question every night, making it impossible to sleep. Thanks to Kai, she couldn’t return to the life she’d once loved. There was nothing left inside her that would allow her to love. 

It wasn’t as if Rose was a stranger to pain. She’d been abandoned by people before. The people who brought her into the world had died. The ones who adopted her into their home as a child saw her as only a paycheck. Even Alaric was dead for a few years before miraculously coming alive again. None of those heartaches had destroyed her in the same way Malachai had.

Perhaps it was because it was her first time truly being in love. She couldn’t feel anything anymore, not even anger. Though her mind and heart disagreed on whose fault it was, they both knew feeling the agony of that betrayal would consume her.

For now, all she could do was continue existing in an endless cycle – school, work, Dad, friends, eat, sleep, repeat. ~

A new semester was starting after winter break, and Rosalie considered it a fresh start. She would put herself out there again; she’d try to come back to life. Rose was sitting in a large lecture hall, waiting for the professor of her creative writing course to arrive. She twirled her stylus around her fingers, making random doodles on her iPad. Someone sat down a few seats away from her, but she paid them no mind. 

The hall continued to fill, and Professor Smith arrived ten minutes late. She was fun, and her quippy nature made up for the tardiness. Listening to a professor review a syllabus wasn’t boring for once. Rosalie was paying close attention, jotting down miscellaneous notes about due dates and assignment details. 

“Your final paper, worth 30% of your grade, will be a writing piece: eight to ten pages long with attention to all topics and techniques we’ll review throughout the semester. Students who do best on this assignment never fail to present their learnings in a unique, refreshing way. Nothing should limit your imagination. Isn’t that right, boy who can’t stop staring at the girl in his row?”  Rose was looking at the professor when she singled out the student not listening. As did the other students, she, too, looked around to see who the professor was scolding. Her grip slackened on her stylus as she heard his voice a few feet away. She would know that voice anywhere. “Y-yes, Professor. I’m sorry.” The professor nodded and continued. Malachai stole one more glance in her direction when the professor’s back was turned, and his eyes met Rosalie’s after weeks of not seeing each other.

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Before he could talk to her, Rose rushed out of the lecture hall. Was he stalking her now? Swallowing away the bitter taste in her mouth, Rosalie instinctively made her way to her dad’s office. Glancing at the time, she knew Alaric was giving a lecture. Unlocking the door with magic and locking it behind her, Rose collapsed onto the couch. Her head fell into her hands, and her foot tapped against the ground anxiously. 

Rosalie hadn’t yet asked her dad for Kai’s true story. She didn’t want to know it anymore; she told herself she didn’t care about him and whatever was causing him pain. Whether she would admit it or not, Rosalie was lying to herself, just as Kai had lied to her for weeks. 

She stayed in the same spot for hours, finally looking up when she heard the door unlock. Alaric smiled at his daughter, unsurprised to find her here. This was a first-day-of-the-semester tradition for them – tea in his office and unpacking what happened in their new classes. Ric turned on the hot water kettle, pulling out mugs and tea for them. He only noted her troubles when she greeted him without energy, and his smile faded quickly. “Rosalie? What’s the matter?” 

Rose sighed deeply, not knowing where to start. “I need you to tell me everything about Kai, Dad. Please.” The turmoil had been suppressed long enough; she bit the bullet and watched Ric’s expression twitch. He didn’t say anything for a few minutes. Hot water and honey were poured into their mugs. Rose kicked her shoes off, curled her legs under her, and claimed the steaming cup of tea. The silence was broken only when Alaric sat beside her on the couch.

He was torn about how much he should involve her but hiding the truth from Rose allowed Kai to hurt her. Ric wouldn’t hide things from her anymore. “Malachai is Josette’s twin brother.” A confused expression came over Rose’s face immediately. “Jo is in her early 40s. How is that possible?” To his credit, Alaric told her everything without biased embellishments, telling her the story exactly as Jo told him. 

Of course, even he didn’t know the story from Malachai’s perspective. 

He told her about how Kai was meant to merge with Jo and become the leader of the Gemini coven, how he was never worthy of the position. When he found out the thing he lusted after for twenty-two years would never be his, Kai snapped, murdering four of his little siblings in cold blood. Kai stuck a hunting knife into Josette and took out her spleen. Ultimately, he was after Lucas and Olivia. The Coven locked him up in a prison world, and he escaped when Bonnie and Damon ended up there after the Other Side collapsed.

Rosalie listened to everything, finding it impossible to believe that the guy she knew – the guy she thought she knew – was capable of all of this. Even as she left her dad’s office, Rose repeated the story in her mind. There had to be more to this story. No one was born evil. Something must have happened to Kai - something so horrible and cruel that his only choice was to protect himself this way. 

Alaric had heard the story from Jo, but he hadn’t seen the tears Kai shed when no one was around to see them. Whatever caused him to snap tormented him even now, and no one should live that way. Despite this, Rosalie didn’t have it in her to forgive him. Maybe it was selfish, but he’d used someone who trusted him for reasons she could barely justify. 

The door to her apartment closed behind her. Trying to push the thoughts away, Rose walked over to her fridge. She pulled it open, and the wave of cool air sent her mind reeling back…

Even on the drive back to Mystic Falls, her thoughts were consumed with Kai. He’d kissed her, and then he disappeared. What kind of decent person does that? Rosalie had begun to think that maybe she didn’t know Malachai at all. Her thoughts would be proven right a few minutes later.  When Rose entered the Salvatore House, she heard the flames of the fireplace crackling and voices coming from the living room. “How do you know my daughter?” Her dad was threatening someone, holding them by their neck as he tilted the chair towards the fireplace. Damon forced him away, trying to calm Alaric down. “Easy, Papa Bear. Kai’s going to cooperate. Talk. Now.”  Kai? Her Kai? No… “Didn’t you know? I’ve been dating her for a while. Here I thought she told you everything, Alaric. Of course, she thinks it’s real, which is sweet, really. At least someone among us has a heart.”  Kai kept on talking, but she heard none of it. It was as if her senses had been disconnected from her brain. “She’s just so welcoming… it was so easy to step into her life. I could get into all of yours and take what I’ve always wanted. But you really didn’t need to torture me to get that out of me, did you? I think I’m an excellent communicator.”  Damon and her dad had already seen Rose standing there, and when Damon forced Kai’s chair around, she registered the briefest flicker of remorse in his eyes. She didn’t have it in her to care, not right now. All she did was turn around and leave. The air outside felt so much colder than she could bear. It bit her cheeks as tears filled her eyes. Rosalie refused to let them fall. She would not cry over someone who was using her.

The tears that had refused to spill all those months ago came bubbling to the surface. Her knees buckled below her, and her hands rushed to cover her mouth as a pained scream came out. All the agony at his betrayal created burning trails on her cheeks, and as she curled up on the ground, her shoulders shook with each sob. 

Rosalie finally let herself admit that she had loved Malachai: she probably still did. She’d put her heart into someone’s hands for the first time and this was what she earned in return. Nothing in her life felt fair. How many more people would hurt her before she could finally be free? 

The anguish she’d failed to acknowledge and process now took over. It subsided hours later when the chill from the open fridge had coated her spine and the door beeped in protest. Rose gave it a weak push and it creaked shut. 

She’d loved him, and now she didn’t think she could love anymore.

~

Caroline smacked a piece of paper down on the table in front of Rosalie. “The annual Whitmore Bitter Ball is on Saturday, and you’re coming.” Rose picked up the flyer, smiling without amusement at the clashing black and grey letters. “Come onnnn, you’re the one that’s most bitter in love out of any of us.” 

Elena and Bonnie gave Caroline a withering stare, while Rose just shook her head. “Sorry… insensitive.” She cleared her throat, trying to dispel the awkwardness. “You should come, Rosalie. We all deserve a night out.” Elena was gently encouraging in stark contrast to Caroline. Rose didn’t know how she felt about it. “Okay, dance or no dance, at least come dress shopping with us? We need your opinions.” Truthfully, it sounded dreadful. After a long blink, Rosalie smiled and agreed. “Fine. It’ll be just like high school.” It wouldn’t be for her; it would be for her friends.

A few hours later, Rosalie was walking between aisles upon aisles of dresses. Some were gaudy and drew way too much attention. Some were too plain for a ball. Then again, maybe plain was best – something that could help her hide in the shadows as she attended the dance for the sake of her worried friends. 

Rose ultimately chose a silken, black gown. It had an attractive sweetheart neckline and golden embellishments around the waist. The skirt didn’t puff out obnoxiously, and with a golden mask to abide by the masquerade policy, it was the perfect disguise.

~

On Saturday evening, Rosalie found herself standing in the corner of the grand ballroom. People were all over the place: some drunk, some dancing, some crying, and some doing all of the above. Rose watched people move about behind her mask, twirling the straw around in her gin and soda with extra limes. She’d promised Caroline she’d stay out for an hour, and thankfully, the hour was almost up. 

Downing her drink, Rosalie walked across the dance floor. She had managed to artfully avoid the masses until she reached the bar. The glass clinked down onto the granite counter, right beside someone also attending this ball alone. He turned around slowly, setting down his own glass. They looked at each other silently for a few heavy seconds, neither saying a word. 

Malachai’s eyes shined in the dim lighting of the ballroom, swimming with numerous feelings yet glistening with the joy of seeing her. Rosalie’s expression remained passive, unreadable. She’d cried her heart out already. What was the next step in the process of healing from heartbreak? 

“I don’t know how a ball for the brokenhearted could be such a hit,” Kai said. Rose smiled without amusement, looking around at the crowd once again. “You never know, maybe lots of people have broken hearts around here.” Malachai swallowed away the knot of emotion in his throat, his eyes darting to the dance floor. “Maybe you’re right.”

He refused to meet her eyes, and it sparked something inside her. It was some convoluted mixture of rage, pain, desperation, and, most unexpectedly, a tinge of hope. “Dance with me?” She held out her hand to him in challenge. Kai’s gaze flit between her hand, the dancing couples, and the gleam in her eyes. Whatever brought it back, he’d missed it dearly. He took her hand, leading her to join the crowds. 

Rose let out a soft laugh at the song change, wondering if Caroline had something to do with the music. War of Hearts played over the speakers as Kai’s hand came to rest on her waist. Their fingers linked together, and this time, everything else fell away. 

Come to me in the night hours. I will wait for you.

Both recalled the same memories as they stepped in unison. Their awkward first interaction in the coffee shop. The first date where Kai was trying to be charming but ended up spilling soda all over his shirt. His tears when the thoughts of his past tormented him. The devastation they both felt when Rosalie found out about Malachai’s betrayal. 

“Have you been stalking me, by the way?” Kai almost smiled, his brow rising. “Would you believe me if I said I had no idea you’d be in the same section?” He twirled her around, pulling her back to him. “Honestly, I don’t know what I’m supposed to believe, Malachai.” 

She’d been the only one who could use his full first name without making him flinch. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, and Kai sighed, resigned with himself. “I don’t know what I can say, Rose. You have every right to not trust me. Let me just ask you one thing, and then I will leave you alone.”

I can’t help but love you, even though I try not to. I can’t help but want you. I know that I’d die without you.

“Do you honestly think I didn’t break my own heart when I broke yours?” His arms wrapped around her as Kai selfishly pulled her close. If this was the last time, he needed to hold her close. The back of his hand brushed her cheek, and he memorized the feel of her soft skin. He was close enough to see the reflection of his dark, satin mask in Rosalie’s eyes. 

Rose didn’t know how to react. Her first instinct was to say no. He had sounded so convincing when he gloated to Ric and Damon about how he used her. How could that be the voice of someone with a broken heart? That same person stood in front of her now, looking at her with deeper affection and sincerity unlike anything she’d known before. 

Rosalie held the hand brushing her cheek, wrapping her own around it before stepping away from Kai. “Malachai, I can’t do this again.” Kai had let her walk away once. He wouldn’t give up without a fight this time. “Please… I promise I won’t ever hurt you. I won’t lie to you. From now on, nothing but the truth.” 

I can’t help but be wrong in the dark, ‘cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts. I can’t help but want oceans to part, ‘cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts.

With those words, Rose threw her arms around Malachai and kissed him. Maybe it was wishful thinking, or maybe it was just plain stupid. It didn’t matter. Not trusting him had been so unendurably painful; even if he played her again, it would be worth it.

Kai froze in surprise for a fraction of a second, not expecting her to give him the one thing he wanted most. He took her face in his hands, suppressing a sob of relief and joy. Malachai brought her closer, hugging her flush against his body. 

People still danced around them, oblivious to the two souls who’d found each other and would never part again.

~

The end of the semester approached, faster than anticipated. Malachai and Rosalie had spent the last months together, and true to his word, he hadn’t lied to her… until tonight.

In his lonesome years in the prison world, Kai had honed his cooking and baking skills. Tonight, after a long week of finals, they were making Kai’s chocolate chip cookies – a recipe he’d refined and mastered over twelve years. Rosalie was whipping together browned butter and sugar, and Kai was chopping chunks of dark chocolate into shards with a knife. The apartment smelled like toasted sugar, and their playful banter brought them much-needed laughter. 

“Where’d you put the vanilla extract I brought over?” Rosalie was looking in Kai’s kitchen drawers, and just as she reached one near the edge of the counter, he stepped in front of her. “Not in that one! There’s nothing in that one. Let’s move on.” Why was he in such a rush to get her away from that drawer? 

“Malachai… what are you hiding from me?” He sighed and stepped aside, remembering his promise to her. Rose didn’t take her eyes off him as she opened the drawer. Looking down, she halted in shock at the only object inside: a small black jewelry box.

Kai grabbed it before she could, putting it behind her back. She gave him a look, raising her eyebrows in question. “What are you hiding from me?” She repeated her question, her voice even more pointed, now with curiosity rather than suspicion. Adorably anxious, Kai nipped at his lower lip and tugged at his hair momentarily. 

Setting the box on the kitchen counter, Kai flipped its lid. Within it, tucked into cushioned velvet, lay matching silver rings. They were similar in style to the ones Malachai often wore, the metal bands thick and fairly plain. He removed them both, showing her the inscription inside the bands: nothing but the truth.

“This isn’t a proposal. Not yet, at least.” Kai’s nervousness didn’t help him get these words out, but when he looked up, looking into her eyes, suddenly it was much easier. “I wanted us to have something that reminds us of our journey and how far we’ve come. I want us to have these.” Before he said anything more, Kai slipped his ring onto his middle finger. Rosalie accepted his gift and put on her ring. She took his hand and laced their fingers together.  “Thank you, Kai,” Rose spoke with tenderness, holding Kai’s face. “I’ll never take it off.” Their lips met in a sweet kiss, and the smooth metal of their rings clinked together quietly. They squeezed each other’s hands lovingly, now certain neither would let go.

~~~

That's all for this piece! Thank you to the anon who requested I give them a happy ending; this story would not exist without you :)

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Studying Struggles- The Moon Boys

SFW// Minors and ageless blogs, DNI // You will be blocked

Summary:

Being a university student can come with its challenges, but the boys are more than willing to help you combat them.

Word Count:

1.0K

Warnings/Triggers:

Brief mentions of an unhealthy eating schedule (non-ED related; only in Jake Lockley's section)

Unrelated, but to my Cubans and potentially other hispanics out there, DON'T FREAK OUT when I mention habichuelas y arroz LMAO. My fam is Puerto Rican and we eat them all the time, but I only recently learned from a Cuban friend that whenever I talk about habichuelas y arroz, she thinks I'm mixing green beans and rice. I'm actually talking about delicious stewed beans (with papas y jamon ofc) and rice. That's all, just wanted you to know that I'm not a green bean heathen <3

Steven Grant

Your tendency to agree to anything that's asked of you makes being a student exceedingly difficult

Coworkers will ask you to pick up the odd shift or two and you'll hopelessly accept, managing to take notes on a chapter or two for your problem class after a lunch rush or during your breaks

Your friends might ask you to be a designated driver for their night at the club and you just can't say no, knowing damn well you'll have to study from the moment you get home until your alarm starts going off to get ready for work

It's always one thing after the next, it seems, and although you don't like to admit it to yourself, it can get utterly exhausting

That changes a little once you move in with the boys, however

Steven makes an effort to remember even your most minute mentions exams, and when they start coming up, he makes an effort to help you get the most out of your studies

He'll try his best to keep his cluttered flat a little more organized, keeping his books mostly on their shelves and making sure his desk is relatively clear

Requests for you to join your friends on nights out diminish, but for some odd reason when you are invited, its conveniently on weekends where you're free

After catching Steven steal a peek at your pocket calendar before sending a text, however, you quickly piece together why

He even beats you to the phone when someone from work calls, quickly hitting decline before you can even protest

"Come on, love. You and I both know it's not good for you to pick up any more shifts this week."

He's just supportive through and through, making sure you're not overwhelming yourself while also cheering you on

As soon as exam season is over, he treats you to a weekend of nothing but eating take out and catching up on your favorite shows, too

Marc Spector

You're by no means a stupid person, however, you are quite unorganized

Every week there's a deadline that comes out of nowhere, whether it be for a research paper worth 30% of your grade or an exam that you simply can't afford to do bad on

You typically do enough to pull through in the end, but you're always mentally spent and by the time you're recovered, the cycle repeats again

Marc almost immediately catches onto this, and one night when you close your laptop after barely submitting a presentation on time, he decides he can't let you go on like that

He helps you pull up the syllabi for all your courses and painstakingly comb through the due dates, neatly filling out the calendar you'd neglected to use all semester until everything is written down

"See how I broke everything up across the week? It's so you can get stuff done early and stop killing yourself every Sunday."

He makes you promise to try to follow the schedule you guys made and, while you weren't a fan of the idea of jumping back into your school work so soon after another hectic weekend, you begrudgingly agreed

Marc didn't let your efforts go unrecognized

When you were making slow but steady progress on a book report, you almost don't realize Marc had placed your favorite drink from a local cafe next to you until he was pressing a kiss to the top of your head

After you finally finished drilling through flashcards for a quiz, he was at your side in an instant with your coat in his hand

"Let's go on a walk for a little while, you could use a break."

By the time Friday night had rolled around, you turned in your report and found yourself with nothing left to do

Marc simply smirked at the shocked expression on your face as you flipped through the planner to double check, returning his attention to the dinner he was cooking

"Good job, habibti. Now you can sleep in with me all weekend."

Jake Lockley

Typically, you've got a pretty good hold on balancing all of your school responsibilities with the demands of day-to-day life

You're on top of your studying and homework assignments while also juggling a social life and household chores

The one thing that slips through the cracks, however, is food

Your kitchen gets deserted overnight, the contents of your fridge replaced with meal replacement shakes

Jake notices this especially when a big exam or assignment is coming up- its as if you've subconsciously knocked nutrition down on the hierarchy of importance

He doesn't like that- not one bit

So he puts an end to it

During your next stressful bought, he made it his personal mission to make sure you were eating real food for every meal

Even when you offered up polite protests of "Jake, you don't have to do all that" or "I'll be fine, I promise", they always fell on deaf ears

"Nourishing your body is just as important as nourishing your mind, mi vida. Eat."

And that's how it went from then on

Sometimes you'll be hunched over your computer, nearly done reteaching yourself how to calculate pH, when he leaves a plate of scrambled eggs at your side

Other times you'd be so busy plowing through practice problems, you almost don't notice the hot cup of coffee and sandwich waiting for you

When the night runs late and you start nodding off in your seat, he'll close the laptop in front of you and drag a chair over to join you, the two of you having a late meal of habichuelas and rice

That's how it continues until your last final is finally taken and you can relax

You always offer different ways to make up for it, like doing all the cooking for a month in return, but all he ever wants is quality time with you

[zephrunsimperium]

It is finals week and I am using Jersey Boy to fuel my motivation to write a paper on Vietnam that is worth 30% of my final grade. Gotta invoke the spirit of Stanford Pines in times like these.

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Hot for Teacher

A Non-Canon Remi x Levi Fic Series

Pt.4

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Smut, and like idk….alcohol abuse?

Author’s Notes: Okay we turnin’ up the heat this chapter…took me a minute to figure out what I wanted to do for this one buuuut, yuh. Some sexy for ya. Finally. 4 parts in. LMFAO. Slow burn I know. I love it though, really this series is a lot of fun for me. Hope you enjoy! Art and Remi by @aller-geez 🫶🏻

Description: Levi is a newly divorced English Professor, at his local community college. Recently, he’s had a new student that clearly lacks boundaries. Can he maintain his purity as a responsible educator to society? Or will he submit to the taboo…

It was finally the start of spring break and Levi was so excited to finally have two weeks of freedom. He’d felt so worn down, grading papers, assignments…building lesson plans that kept the class engaged. Sometimes, he really wondered if it was worth it, if any of them would retain what he was doing in that classroom. He sighed kicking his feet up onto the coffee table in his living room.

*Ding* New Text Alert!

Levi picked up his phone and saw the name he had become so familiar with, in said device.

Mr. Connors: Hey there, Happy first day of Spring Break, Professor. ;)

His heart skipped a beat as the wonky face sent through. They’d texted a few times here and there, most of the time Remi tried to keep it…professional. Though he couldn’t help throwing his flirtations around, and sometimes…Levi would oblige. However, it was mostly innocent. Nothing wrong with some flirtatious banter between professor and student…right? Well…those previous pictures too…but it was just that once! Surprisingly, Remi hasn’t asked since. Which made Levi slightly nervous…did he not like them? ‘No…no he’s simply just trying to respect the boundaries you’ve put in place, clearly, Levi.’ Shaking his head, he started a reply up.

Levi: And to you, Mr. Connors. I hope you rest well and enjoy yourself :)

There we go. Simple, clean, precise. Nothing wrong with that. The educator thought to himself, it was around 4:30 in the evening, it had been a while since he even socialized with someone his own level. Though a new text from the student came through, Levi was too busy searching his contacts, ah yes, his best friend Draeko, he hadn’t even caught up with him in so long. Pressing the call button without hesitation to ring up the man in question.

“Hey there, Lee!” He heard that familiar chipper voice behind the line. It comforted him, they’d been friends for a long time, since college. He had always been able to depend on the mutt for a good time, even if it was just indoors.

“Hey Dee! I was thinkin…you wanna come over split a couple bottles of wine I got in the fridge? Catch up?” He sounded slightly nervous, unsure if he was dropping a load on a busy friend, but it was immediately washed away when he heard the other’s excited cheer on the other end.

“Heck yes! I’m so down, you want me to come over now or…?” The cat could hear the mutt already fiddling with a set of keys. Such a down ass friend, that guy.

“Absolutely! Want me to order a pizza?” Levi could practically feel himself jumping around in his seat at the idea of actually spending time with someone.

“Oh my god, yes! Can we do pepperoni?” Draeko asked already getting his shoes on, and heading out the door.

“Consider it done! See you soon! Drive safely~” They exchanged their giddy goodbyes and Levi sprung into action already grabbing wine glasses, and digging through the cabinets for snacks. His phone chimed for a second time, reminding him of his unread text. “Oh shit, right,” he said out loud scrambling over to his cellular device. He opened up the message and immediately gasped, his face turning bright vermillion. The man had sent him a casual mirror pic of him in a sleek pair of black swim trunks, but god…it always caught Levi off guard to see the strikingly handsome man, so bare.

Mr. Connors: *New Picture Message* Goin out to the lake with a buddy of mine…hope you enjoy your day today, Professor hot stuff. Text me later if you get bored ;)

Levi bit his lower lip trying his best to remain level headed as he typed out his response. He did find it peculiar that the man was going out to the water almost close to sunset. Who was he to judge though? He had decided, it would somehow make it less weird if he sent a casual selfie back. Pulling back his camera he fixed his hair and made sure his light blue t shirt didn’t have any imperfections…smiled and snapped the photo. Send. “It’s normal for a professor and student to exchange selfies…right?” He asked himself curiously, shaking it off. “Right, it’s harmless,” he smiled his attention back on to crafting a smorgasbord of goodies. 

Levi: *New Picture Message* I too am spending the day with a friend! Wine and gossip! Lake in the evening sounds strange, hope you don’t catch a cold! 🤧 Be safe!

After creating a lovely spread of cheese, crackers, deli meats, chips, and setting out the glasses, Levi tapped into his phone to quickly order a pizza. “Nice that’s on it’s way…and..” then his phone chimed. New message.

Mr. Connors: Yeah we like to drink and light up a bonefire out there. You should could some time ;)

Rolling his cerulean eyes at the other’s bold invitation. He was just short of sending another response when he heard an enthusiastic knock at the door. Shoving the cell into his pocket he quickly threw open the door to meet his best friend. “Dee!” He was already met with the mutt’s arms swinging around him.

“Lee!! It’s been too long!” He sighed with a reminiscent expression stepping through the threshold of the door. He and Levi made their way into the kitchen where Draeko set down his backpack of things.

“I know! It’s been crazy since the divorce, and I’ve really just been sad but lately I’ve been working on home decor and getting this place back to feeling like me,” he sighed grabbing a chilled bottle of white wine from the fridge and popping it open.

“I did notice the sudden array of plant life in here,” the hybrid giggled looking around at the slight changes his friend had made. “You been putting yourself out there at all?” He asked grabbing a glass and waiting for the cat to fill it. As Levi turned to pour the liquid in, he shrugged gently, not trying to throw off the balance of the bottle.

“No, that’s ridiculous, do you know how polluted the dating pool is?” Shuddering with the haunting knowledge of what he’s read online from other single folks, as well as strategically hiding the fact he currently did have a crush. It just wasn’t very appropriate to share.

“You’re not wrong…someone definitely pissed in it,” they both giggled together before clinking now full glasses. “To single life!” Raising the glasses up as if they were at a fancy dinner party before each male took a swig. “Oh this is really nice,” Draeko pulled the glass back to observe the wine before taking another soft swig.

“Right?? It was on sale for 50%! So I got two, just haven’t had the opportunity to break them open til now!” Levi giggled happily as he chugged through more than half his glass, only to fill it once again.

“Okay, bitch, get into it I guess,” Drae laughed at Levi’s persistence to get through his glass.

“Sorry, it’s been so long since I’ve relaxed…” nervously chucking as they grabbed the stuff and set up out in the living room now.

4 1/2 Hours Later

“No, no cause…” Draeko gasped in between laughs “Cause like…I wasn’t even expecting his dick to be that big…” they both fell into a fit of laughter throwing themselves back onto the couch.

“So what did you do??” Levi gasped clutching his half full, wine glass number 6. His head fuzzy and he felt like he was floating above the couch while they exchanged conversation.

“What do you think? I had to see it through! And let me tell you Levi, the hype about a big dick, is justified when they know what to do with it,” he smirked taking the last sip of his glass, setting it down onto the coffee table with a sigh.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Levi let out another laugh before he too finished his own glass. “You wanna watch a movie??” He asked him casually with a slight slur in his voice, already reaching for the remote, moving too fast and causing his head to swirl violently. “Oh god…” he grumbled. Draeko hiccuped silently before blinking his eyes a few times and shaking his head.

“I think, I’m gonna catch an Uber home…I’m in desperate need of a hot bath and sleep…” the mutt giggled with a tired yawn to follow, running his fingers through his dual colored hair.

“Alright, alright, sounds good, make sure to take some of the pizza with you…I won’t be able to finish the rest by myself….” Levi touched his full stomach, rubbing it in circles.

“Fair, I’ll eat the rest of the box when I wake up around 2am for no apparent reason besides my brain sucks,” giggling In unison as Levi helped him pack up the food and whatever else he might be at risk of leaving behind. Draeko quickly ordered his Uber and stood up from the couch, stretching his limbs with another loud, long yawn.

“Hey, thanks for coming over, I really needed the company,” pulling Draeko in for a hug now, wrapping their arms around each other, Levi could feel the effects of the alcohol any time he was still for too long.

“Anytime! Seriously! Call me more,” smiling now with sincerity at his best friend before his phone began to vibrate urgently. “Ohp, I gotta go! Take care of yourself, okay Lee?” The cat nodded, returning a gentle expression as he lead his friend out the front door and waved him off when he watched him get into the car and drive away.

“Later, Dee!” He shouted out before closing the door behind him, locking it securely. Now left with the emptiness of his house, the leopard sighed, fishing his phone from his pocket. He opened up his texts as his legs carried him through the halls and into his own bedroom, plopping himself comfortably down onto the bed. He realized he hadn’t responded to Remi’s earlier text…eh it probably didn’t matter, he’d just send one now.

Levi: Heyyyy :)

That was a little out of character, not his usual method of communicating with the student but he didn’t feel like wearing that stupid professional mask. He just wanted to be real for once.

Mr. Connors: Lol Hey there, so informal of you 😏

Levi chuckled to himself, rolling his hazy ceruleans before rotating onto his stomach, feet kicking like a giddy college girl in the air.

Levi: I jsut wannt to pretsnd like we judt regulsr people tinugut 🤪

The leopard could barely keep his vision straight on the keyboard, frustrated that his phone couldn’t keep up with his obnoxiously bad texting.

Mr. Connors: Oooohhh you’re wasted, aren’t you 😂?

Shit, he caught onto him. No it’s fine he could play this off.

Levi: Uhhh noooo milt tasks! Nfot drnuk:)

That should be convincing right? He was just doing multiple things at once…but then why would he be texting Remi this late if he were doing other things? It’s fine, Levi was a college educated Professor! Alcohol couldn’t take that away from him.

Mr. Connors: Let me call you? Reading your texts is…painful, no offense.

Ouch. Maybe he wasn’t pulling this together the best he could. A phone call? That’s jumping a huge leap…suspicious to be calling a student past 8…however, he really, really missed the gruff tone of his voice. His eyes squinted trying to focus on the screen of his phone as he clicked one of the buttons to call the wolf, not realizing he hit FaceTime.

“Hello? What the hell am I looking at?” Levi heard an amused voice from over the device. Looking at? Confused the cat pulled the phone away from his ear to surprisingly, see two faces looking back at him. His own, and that of Remi. Shirtless, laying in bed with messy hair cascading around his face, emerald orbs staring at him through the bright screen.

“Oh…hi!” He blushed nervously, looking down at his phone, now subconsciously fixing his hair, brushing it around. He could hear a deep chuckle from the other end and suddenly froze. “S-Sorry…” he muttered.

“Trying to look cute for me?” Remi asked his toxic greens staring deep into him through the camera. Levi rolled his eyes, but couldn’t fight the obvious smile that spread across his face.

“You think you know everything don’t you?” Sticking his tongue out playfully towards his phone.

“By the way you’re deflecting, the answer to my question was yes, and for that, I am flattered,” flashing that dangerously charming smirk he always did. Levi, in his drunken state, almost forgot what they were doing and just stared at him, mesmerized by the wolf’s beauty, biting his lower lip lost in thought. “Hello? Anyone alive in there?” The wolf chuckled bringing Levi to shake his head, regaining his sense of reality.

“Yeah, sorry, I got a little spacey,” he giggled. “I had some wine with my friend, he just went home,” he turned over again, on his back now, looking up at his phone, hair splayed wildly around him. Remi unable to stop himself from noticing how adorable the educator is, and there was a strange flash of light that beamed over the wolf’s grin. “What was that?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” his attention turning back to the video call, Levi squinted his blue orbs at the camera and shook his head.

“No, I will worry about it, what’d you just do??” Huffing and puffing, Remi could only roll his own eyes at this point before he smirked again.

“I took a screenshot okay? You looked cute, whatever,” the educator blushed deep vermillion and then covered his face with his free hand to try and hide it. “Don’t do that…I like seeing your face,” slowly Levi pulled his palm away and rolled his eyes yet again, still blushing deep red.

“You really are too much, Remi,” the wolf groaned playfully, biting his lower lip before he waggled his eyebrows.

“I like hearing my name come out of your mouth, it’s like a special treat,” he chuckled eyeing the smaller down, and Levi could only feel like his skin was getting hotter.

“Stooooooop,” he wiggled his body back and forth with a carefree giggle, kicking about his feet. “You say these things and they just make me….crazy,” huffing with exasperation through his nostrils.

“What kind of crazy?” He cocked an eyebrow, wiping some stray saliva from his lip with the pad of his thumb. So visibly…Levi had been in just the right position….suddenly a flash of light danced across the leopard’s flushed freckled face and Remi burst into laughter. “Did you just screenshot me?!” The other’s eyes turned wide and he started to stutter.

“I-Uh N-No! It wa-was an accident! Ha-ha! Yeah, no I meant to turn the volume up, silly me I didn’t even realize I was holding the other button!” He tried so uselessly to get out of it and not a single bit of it was being bought by the man on the other line.

“It’s just us here, be honest…you took a screenshot,” his shining emeralds narrowed now to look deep through Levi’s soul. He swallowed a lump that formed in the back of his throat before he nodded simply.

“Yes, I did…okay? Happy?” Grumbling slightly and losing another battle by a huge margin.

“What made you do it?” The student’s undying curiosity driving this conversation, and due to Levi’s current intoxicated state of mind, he wasn’t opposed to it. Sober him, would avoid it like the plague, but the alcohol locked away all those silly fears, loosening him up.

“The way your thumb touched your lip…the screen light against your chest…are you really going to make me admit what we both know, here?” He tilted his head with raised eyebrows, almost as if to say ‘seriously?’

“I am,” replying simply with a dangerous edge to his tone. They stared each other down, blue eyes never leaving that harsh green gaze, it didn’t take him long truly, caving under the pressure.

“Oh come on! You know you’re basically sex on legs, that’s not fair! I know it, you know it, the world knows it, I see the way the girls look at you, you can have anyone you want!” Blurting it out like a bad case of diarrhea. Oh no…he didn’t mean to say it like that! The wolf fell into another fit of laughter, he couldn’t handle how adorable it was to see the man behind the Professor. He’d only ever get glimpses in between conversations, but this was unlocked.

“I did not know that, actually….but, regardless of what anyone else thinks….it’s your opinion I value the most,” he shined a sincere toothy half smirk, melting the educator’s heart.

“You know, you don’t even know me, you just lust me…and I don’t wanna just be lusted,” he huffed, giving the other a hefty side eye.

“You don’t know what I know,” his face twisting with confidence. Levi swallowed once, deciding to let it go, he fanned himself with his hand.

“Man, s’hot in here…” he muttered toying with the collar of his shirt his gaze averting to the side now, feeling the familiar insecure voice begging him to tone it down.

“Take off your shirt then, you’re home aren’t you?” Slicking his lower lip with the tip of his tongue slowly.

“I mean..yeah? Right? I’m in the safety of my own home, we’re two grown men, no biggie,” he blushed once again, setting his phone down, perched up against a pillow. He sat back, legs crossed together before he slowly slid his shirt off his body, Remi now fully seeing the educator without a shirt for the first time. Boy was it a sight to see. Placing his hands in his lap he looked back and forth nervously, before his eyes centered back on the camera ahead of him. Another flash of light beamed over the wolf’s confident face, Levi furrowing his brows again.

“Hey! You stop that!” Incapable of fighting off the half smile he broke into. Remi laughed, it was a genuine sound, angelic almost.

“Never, you’re a fool to think I wouldn’t take advantage of this,” shrugging simply before he rest a hand across his bare stomach.

“You’re cheeky,” Levi stuck his tongue out at the other who really could only chuckle in response. He was just so cute, he couldn’t believe they were even this comfortable. Since the moment they kissed, Remi has been desperately searching for the same high. Nothing and no one else can provide to him what the white and black haired man did.

“Maybe so…but only for you,” his voice spoke so simply, so sure of himself. It was impressive to Levi how easily he let things flow out of his mouth unhinged without a second thought.

“You’re making it…really difficult to keep this professional…” Levi bit his lower lip, doing what he could to fight the sinful thoughts the crept in the back of his mind. His drunken mind slurring as he felt like he could float away from the bed.

“Then don’t…just give in tonight,” the dark haired man’s voice echoed through the inside of the leopard’s brain and he took a slow deep breath. No one could know right?

“Okay…” he said seriously, their eyes connecting as silence fell over them. Remi could only smile at him through the camera, finding the other very amusing in such a state.

“So, would now be a good time to say you look incredibly hot right now?” Cocking his lips in a half crooked toothy grin. The cat blushed profusely and looked to the side, too embarrassed to meet the other’s hungry gaze.

“….You’re not so bad yourself….” He muttered back, clearing his throat and running a dainty hand through his messy hair.

“Oh? Was that…flirting?” Raising his eyebrow in the slightest to observe the other with amusement written on his face, Remi chuckled.

“You act like I haven’t been flirting with you this whole time,” scoffing as the cat leaned back comfortably against his giant Stacy squid squish.

“I mean…It’s very hostile flirting I’d say,” the wolf laughed a bit as his gaze continued to bore down on the educator through the screen. Who looked rather surprised to hear this.

“Oh…I suppose it’s just hard..fighting with that…voice inside my head that keeps telling me this is a bad idea…” biting his lower lip sensually, his eyes now avoiding the other as he looked down at the comforter on his bed.

“Then stop…give me the control tonight,” the man said with a dangerous tone, it caused Levi’s already flushed face to glow brighter as he considered the idea. He sucked in a quick anxious breath of air. “Well?” Raising a black brow, challenging the smaller.

“Okay, you’re in control then,” his voice was almost silent, it felt like he was releasing a 15 ton backpack off his shoulders. Would he regret it? Possibly but tonight, in these circumstances, he didn’t care, he wanted to be a little selfish, needed to.

“Good…now that I’m in control, allow yourself to get comfortable..and take those stupid jeans off, it’s night time, why are you still wearing those?,” he spoke to the small leopard, dominant, but still laced with a playful attitude. Levi looked like a deer in the headlights by this sudden request. Slowly he leaned back, stretching out his slender legs, unbuttoning and zipping the torn up jeans he was wearing, sliding them off his delicate hips. He now sat in his light blue boxer briefs. Swiftly, and slyly, Levi folded his arms against his lap to hide the fact he was being effected by the sudden control. He couldn’t imagine how he would react to this sort of situation if they were in person. Probably melt into a puddle of himself. He couldn’t deny how distractingly attractive the larger male was. “Good…isn’t that much better? Don’t look so frightened…I know exactly what you need…I’ll take very good care of that need,” he spoke with a serious, but seductively laced tone that brought the cat into full body chills.

“Y-yes…Sir…” he spoke softly, nodding his head.

“Are you hiding something from me? Sit back against your head board, and spread your legs, I wanna see you,” the leopard let out a small squeaked sound, trying to hold in a sultry moan at the demanding order given by the raven haired man.

“I-it’s embarrassing…” he stuttered sliding himself back, his phone still propped up perfectly to catch a full view of Levi gradually sliding into position according to instruction.

“Don’t be embarrassed, you’re beautiful…” those toxic green eyes shining brightly over him like a neon sign in the darkness of Remi’s dimly lit room. “And I like your body affirming me…look at how excited you’re getting…” he sucked in an excited gasp of air, swallowing it while he watched carefully. Levi moved his hands to the side, showcasing the now pitched boxer front he had tried not to disclose. Levi’s hands rested on each side of his hips, flat against the bed as he sat there legs bent up and spread, a blush on his face. “God…Look at you…” another bright light flashed across the man’s face through the screen. Levi knew he had yet another lewd photo stacked inside Remi’s phone.

“W-What now?” His voice was shy, almost like he was uncomfortable being put in this situation, but his whole body was on fire despite it, between their dynamic and such an intimate setting he’d never been in with a man before...it was all building so fast.

“Touch yourself…nice and slow though, don’t rush it…I want to savor it,” he licked his lips deliberately, mouth pulled into a devilish grin while he waited for the male to follow orders. Levi’s breath caught in his throat as he slowly brought his hand over to the base of his groin and began to rub himself tenderly, his lips falling open with pleasure as his length started to fully harden now. He watched the screen, his eyes making direct contact with the camera to look fully into the wolf’s face, causing Remi to roll his eyes once at the site before a bright light flashed against his face, screenshotting again. Knowing the man would soon hold a stack of nefarious photos, turned him on and worried him all at once.

“Mmm…I want to see more,” the larger male said in a deepened, sultry tone, the hairs on the back of the cat’s neck stood up at all ends, whimpering gently as his slender fingers slipped through the hole of his boxers, before he heard the other man clear his throat. “Aht…take them off,” he commanded the shy leopard who in turn, sucked in his lip and slowly slid the boxers off his delicate hips. “Such a good kitten…” he licked his teeth hungrily as he watched the smaller obey him so easily now.

“Y-you’re really enjoying this, arent y-you?” He murmured as he began to re-spread his legs to present his full hardened, twitching shaft, and the bottom of his perfectly polished ass cheeks as well from this angle.

“Oh you have no fucking idea…” groaning harshly as one of his hands disappeared to pull down the waist band of his pants just enough to spring forth his own hard cock. Levi could see it from the bottom of the screen, wanting so desperately to be there in person. The things he would do. Slowly the man tilted his camera via still from the bottom angle as Remi’s heated, hungry gaze never left the screen. He spit once, quickly in the palm of his hand and gripped the base of his shaft before slowly starting to pump the organ calmly, letting out a slow strangled groan. “See…now…hah~ you won’t be…nnng..alone…” his face turned red against his cheeks.

Levi couldn’t believe what he was seeing, it was enough to make his length twitch needlessly, he took it in his shaking hand. “Y-you’re…really perfect…” the cat said with a huff that followed into a sensual whimper.

“Mmm…I really wish you were here…” Remi gasped back, his hand slowly picking up a faster pace as he watched the leopard pump himself to a matching rhythm of his own. His thumb teasing the ridges of his tip, before sliding over his leaking hole and back down squeezing the full girth once more.

“I wish I was there too…” Levi mewled again, his head loosely falling to the side, resting against his shoulder as he panted harshly. His hand slipping lazily, and sporadically over the aching, swollen organ. “I wish I could feel you…in my hands…in my mouth…” cerulean orbs half lidded as they stared down at the wolf in the screen.

“Fu..ck..” Remi choked as his hips flinched involuntarily. ���I wanna see you stuff that needy little hole of yours…imagine it’s my cock fucking you…” the shine behind his eyes almost crazed as he watched intently, his palm still cupping, and massaging his thick dick with fervered pace. Nodding his head slowly Levi took his free hand up to his mouth and stuck three of his fingers past his lips, slicking each one slowly and cautiously with his saliva. Small trails dripped down the sides of his mouth and down the rest of his hand.

“Why is everything you do so insanely hot?” The wolf let out a breathless chuckle, slowing his motions back a few notches to enjoy the show in front of him. The other man could only blush in response before he gently, slid himself further up his back to give a better angle of all his precious goods, splayed out in front of Remi like a thanksgiving meal. The man groaned low in his throat, enjoying the deliciously lewd sight of his professor in this current moment. “My eager little kitten…you really do want this cock don’t you?”

Levi was almost incapable of going back now, his mind swirling with a million filthy thoughts as he plopped the wet digits out of his mouth now only to bring them up to his waiting entrance. “Y-Yes…I’d give..anything..” he whispered between struggled gasps, slowly slipping the fingers past his restrictive ring. “To feel you inside me…” The other hand in a painfully slow jerking and rubbing motion, played with his own needy cock.

Remi couldn’t help but let his head fall back lazily as he thrusted upward into his tightened palm. Fueling himself on the soft moans and whimpers before he brought his gaze back down to the screen. Using every cell of strength in his body to keep hold of the device. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear that…” panting through his tightened jaw watching as Levi was now starting to pump two fingers in and out of him at a steady pace, whimpering, mewling, his body squirming under his own touch.

“This is so naughty…” he whispered shyly with a followed whimper, through his pumping and stuffing, baby blues switching between watching Remi’s fast twist and facial responses to the pleasure of his hand, and the cock he was tugging. “I can’t believe we’re doing this…” he admitted as he continued to rub his thrusting fingers against the tight, craving walls of his ass.

“I can’t believe we didn’t do this…sooner,” Remi managed between rough tugs of his length, he could feel the pressure slowly building within his lower abdomen, it wasn’t going to be long before he came if he kept going at this pace. “Tell me…how long…” almost desperate for the answer.

“H-how l-hah-long?” Levi asked between pleasuring himself to clarify what the other might mean by that exactly.

“How long..have you been craving me?” Voice suddenly much darker, deeper, almost bone chilling as Levi continued to stare down at his phone he knew there was no disobeying at this stage of the game…

“First day…” he admitted, almost completely embarrassed by this confession. This would truly expose just how full of shit he was through every rejection. However, this was more than good news, this validated to the student that he wasn’t insane to chase the other, it WAS instant. There was no denying how they felt about each other and how they always have.

“Tell me again,” he lifted his lips in a tired, charming smile that could only leave Levi instantly finding himself obeying.

“I’ve wanted you the instant I laid my eyes on you…so badly…Remi..you have no idea how hard it is to stay away from you…” their eyes connected through the cameras, not the screen as Levi panted between pleasures. Though it wasn’t even real true eye contact, it felt incredibly intimate as such. Levi’s hand tightened around his cock, throwing himself into a synced motion between the two actions of pleasing himself, legs spread wide, but crooked upward to give Remi the best view. It was only fair, as he gazed over the man’s slowly glistening form, the slight shake of the camera as he continued to jerk himself to the image of Levi’s dirty obedience. They were both lost in a transit of lust, the only thing separating them from full devour being distance.

“I’m going to fucking cum…you look so fucking sexy..” shaking his head slowly as he glared down at the sweating, splayed leopard. “More, I know you can get more than two fingers in there, slut,” readily licking his lips. In response, the leopard melted, mewling softly as he did exactly as he was challenged to do, stuffing a third, and his pinky inside, though struggling to find the right position at first, eventually his digits pushed together in a congregated group, inside his gripping hole. Throwing his head back unable to keep it stable any longer, he let out a sultry cry.

“Remington…” whispering hotly before his pumping hand quickened, with a desperate pace he continued to thrust his length in and out of the tight space of his palm. “I’m going to…” he cried again, low and long as his seed spilled across his naked stomach.

“Fucking…perfect…god I love watching you come undone for me…” he grunted roughly before he aggressively threw his hips into his own hand, pumping erratically while his haunches did most the work, just wishing he could be buried inside the educator. “Grab a tie…I know you got one,” he huffed aggressively, Levi was already spent, but not willing to disobey, he gently pulled his fingers out and quickly scrambled off the bed to grab the clothing accessory.

“Okay…?” His chest rising and falling at an explosive rate trying to catch up his breath from the rock sold orgasm he just experienced.

“Put it on, and tether it to the pole of your head board,” Remi’s motions on his own length slowed, trying to starve off the impending orgasm, he wanted more, before he blew his lid off. Levi slowly tied the accessory around his bare neck, then carefully tying the other end to his bed, there was very little slack as it pressed against his wind pipe.

“Good boy…now you’re going to allow yourself to hang, carefully…and touch yourself again…” the aura Remi exuded through the phone alone was already bringing Levi’s cock to life for round 2, shit how many times was he going to make him break? Letting himself drop lower, the fabric of the tie tightly clinging against his throat and applying pressure perfectly against the sides of his neck. The leopard let out a strangled gasp as his hand began to caress and rub his twitching cock. “Feels good doesn’t it?” Remi huffed between jerking his cock and watching the display before him.

Levi’s clouded blues looked down at the screen, his shaft back to life, keeping a vice tight chokehold against it. Tugging almost violently, he sunk lower, increasing the pressure bit by bit, his face turning red, unable to take his gaze off those hypnotic emeralds, even while the edges of his vision started to blacken.

“You look so delicious like this….” Remi gasped, hand working his length at a faster rate watching Levi’s pale flesh change colors.

“R-R-….em…i..” he choked out in a raspy whisper before his eyes rolled into the back of his skull, lifting his hips to match each strangling twist against his now leaking length. “C-cl…ose…” he tried to cry out but the grip of the tie on his neck only made it more difficult to be heard. Remi on the other hand was currently sweating the more he watched and worked himself.

“S’right kid…just pretend it’s my hands on your body…restricting your breath…it’s all me..picture me…” gruff voice ringing through Levi’s already fuzzy drunk head filled with sinful thoughts, but the permission, was too sweet. The white hair man’s mouth hung open wide as his body shook wildly, the lightheaded feeling causing a surge of dopamine to course through his entire body. Soon enough, Levi found himself spilling over the second brink of ecstasy.

“Shiiiiiii…..t…” Remi gasped passionately before he found himself trembling and hips stuttering only to cum, and paint over his own stomach now as well. The line went relatively silent minus the struggled gasps of the two men trying to catch their breath, post orgasm. “That….was so hot…” panting still, he could now be seen reaching over to his bed side, the gentle woosh of removing tissues from a box was heard before the wolf sat back again to clean himself off. Taking this bit of lull time, Levi untied himself from the accessory tethering him to his bed.

“Yeah….wow…can’t even imagine…the real thing..” the educator huffed loudly between words as he finally laid spent on his bed, unmotivated to even get up to clean himself off.

“God, don’t get me thinking about it, I’ll get hard again,” the raven haired man laughed breathlessly, stuffing his limp cock back under the band of his pants. Levi giggled with a huff, slowly turning his head to the side in order to view the screen of his phone again.

“You’re seriously going to get me in trouble…” the grin wrapped around his features was playful, but his words were incredibly serious. This was now beyond crossing the line of their dynamic, this was fully breaking the rules. He wasn’t sure if it really mattered anymore, maybe if they kept it like this…maybe then it wouldn’t be such a big deal. He couldn’t make that promise anymore though, he wasn’t sure how he was going to react from here on out whenever the two should be alone, and possibly in any precarious situations.

“Promise, I’ll do my best to make sure that doesn’t happen…really…I don’t want you to lose your job because of me,” this was probably the first time Remi had ever said something sincere about their dynamic, and the educator felt thankful for that. Truly, Levi was constantly feeling impressed by the other, he’d grown in such a short time and it wasn’t going unnoticed by him whatsoever. It was clear to the cat that Remi genuinely wanted to impress him, and make a difference in his future to do that.

“Thank you…I appreciate you being conscious of that…because despite how much I’ve been fighting it…I really fucking like you…” the leopard finally confessed, leaving the green eyed wolf to feel extremely flushed, blushing brightly across his cheeks happily at the sudden vulnerability the other was now displaying to him.

“Of course…I feel the same…” they sat there smiling at each other with goofy grins spread across their faces, the silence almost peaceful amongst the two of the as they continued to silently observe one another.

“I should get cleaned up and head to bed…” mumbling tiredly, Levi yawned blinking his ceruleans several times to try and keep himself from passing out where he was.

“Okay well…want me to let you go?” Remi asked despite the entire fact he wasn’t ready to hang up yet.

“Um..actually..would it be weird if I asked you to….stay on the line all night?…it’s okay if not! I know it’s weird…I just…” suddenly he was cut off by the other’s boisterous laugh.

“You’re way too cute…I’d love to stay on the line,” his lips lifting into a side smirk, seriously how adorable could this guy be? Levi felt more than relieved as excitement filled him, slowly he crawled out of bed, grabbing his phone and taking it with him to the bathroom, propping it up on the sink.

“Good…now I need to clean all this off,” Levi chuckled turning on the water and looking around for a clean wash rag.

“Yeah you do, you made a big ol’ mess,” playfully teasing the smaller male, who could only blush brightly, snagging a rag and dipping it under the warm water.

“Hush…you…” grinning back at the camera while he wiped the substance off his skin, rubbing in gentle circles. Remi watched intently behind his screen, getting a bit comfortable with his phone propped up now on his night stand while the wolf laid up on his side. Once the cat had finished cleaning himself up, he picked up the phone again only to be shrouded in darkness once he scurried into his closet.

“Sure is dark in here,” Remi chuckled, causing Levi to let out his own carefree giggle.

“Yeah, honestly the bulb in my closet went out and I’ve just been too lazy to fix it, but I plan on it,” he responded sheepishly, slipping on a fresh pair of boxers now. Didn’t take him much longer before he too was snuggled up in bed now. Leaning forward through the camera, Levi made sure to balance his phone also on his night stand perfectly so he could be in the view of the camera without having to hold his phone up in bed.

“You know, if you lived with someone like me…I’d make sure all that stuff was taken care of for you,” the gesture was sweet, Levi could feel himself melting within his mattress. No one has ever cared about doing anything for him, let alone household projects.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” his lips pulled up into another sweet, soft smile, Remi could tell that the cat was getting sleepy as his eyes lidded and glossed over from the other side of the screen.

“I hope you do,” responding with a tired yawn at the end of his sentence. For a while they both just laid there staring deeply into each other’s eyes, just taking in and enjoying the company of one another.

“I’m so tired…but I don’t want to close my eyes…” Levi whispered into the darkness, the only thing illuminating their faces being the brightness of their cellulars.

“Go to sleep, Kitten, I’ll be here in the morning,” despite feeling a burst of energy within his chest, Levi knew that Remi was right, he should sleep. He was incredibly tired and it’s not like he wouldn’t be able to see the man in the morning and have the opportunity to ogle over him some more.

“Okay…” answering faintly before it was followed up by another strong obnoxious yawn.

“Sweet dreams, Professor,” he smirked with his own tired emeralds fighting a losing battle.

“Sweet dreams….” The cat mumbled before his eyes slid closed and he drifted comfortably into sleep.

To Be Continued…

Author’s Notes: Sorry this part took so long! I’ve been on a week long trip in Michigan so writing has been hard to get to but I have MANAGED to do it! Yay! Hope y’all enjoyed 🫶🏻

[newfruits]

ive been doing so so bad lately holy fuck. not as bad as years past but definitely still bad. im so stressed that im unable to concentrate and get anything done and absorb information and write. not to mention its now officially winter, in that its started snowing finally. which is awful!!!!! bc im so so so scared of falling again like i did last year. also im really struggling with writing and am second guessing the whole anthropology thing for that reason, bc i am physically incapable of writing this paper thats worth 30% of my grade and due in less than a week!!!!! 🫠

[mysicklove]

ok TW: me talking about statistics again. THIS CLASS IS LITERALLY TEARING ME TO SHREDS. TW: writing an essay on nothing below

i need to make a private tumblr account where i complain. u ppl shouldn’t need to see it😞

ok so my midterm is worth 60% of my grade. 15 questions and 60% of my grade. can’t make this shit up. anyways. so i studied ALL night and after work today. grinded for hours.

so i go to take my silly little exam and they are recording me and blah blah blah and i realize that my screen is lfrozen. like it will not move at all nor click on anything, so i cant see 95% of the questions. and when i went to another screen my mouse worked. i’m not going in details but moral of this is my test was fucked up.

ok SOOOO i was like ok shit fuck me i have 2 hrs left until this is due great okay. so i click off the test and go back on like for 15 minutes and it still doesn’t work. my brother was near me and i was like “pls pls boy help me im just a girl pls i cant do this im bout to cry” and anyways he couldn’t fix it, so i literally started bawling. like sobbing so hard bc my teacher is a horrible and mean and she prob won’t let me make it up.

i sent her a an email and then another email of me filming myself and the computer to show it’s not my fault it’s not working. i am like sobbing in the video, and with the camera u can just see me crying. SO EMBARRASSING LMAOAAOAOAOAOA

so an hour goes by and i am trying to become a tech wizard, straight learning more about how lockdown browsers work than statistics itself. bad vibes. and so FINALLY i kinda found a way to fix it. not going into details but just it kinda worked. at this point i had 30 minutes left out of my 2 hour final ❤️.

my way of completing it was to write down my answers on paper and email it to her bc i still couldn’t type on the screen. so i did that. i wrote down all my answers but i was panicking bc i got tear stains all over my face and i was not prepared to actually take the final bc i was so in my “let’s reprogram my entire computer” mode. so. i fucking BOMBED IT

ANDDDDDDD i turned it in like 20 minutes late bc i was constructing another email to her to basically convince her to give me an okay grade + i rewrote my answers so she could read it. emailed my (paper???) exam at 7:20 when it was due at 7.

moral of this, i was filmed the entirety of it and there are multiple videos of me crying and me basically going through the stages of grief bc what the fuck???

so! currently i have a 66% in the class. EITHER! that goes up to like a B (bc u know i did so fucking bad) or she keeps the zero and i get a W bc i am withdrawing from that class bc fuck that shit i have PTSD now

guys something so shitty is happening right now. i will keep u updated but everyone pray for mello

edit: sorry this sounds like on i’m the verge of death. i am fine and in the grand scheme of things this won’t matter. but for now.

[semisgroupie]

slutty little girl

professor!getou suguru x bimbo!fem. reader

wc: 2.1k (this was supposed to be a drabble I have no clue what happened)

warnings: degradation, name calling (just a lot of slut’s thrown around in various forms), age gap (suguru is in his early 30s and reader is 21), creampie, unprotected sex, rough sex (suguru has his limits), office sex (this is my thing now), dubcon, spit, spanking, light choking, suguru is just a little unhinged, dacryphilia

a/n: this was requested by a lovely anon for my what happens after class event! this is my first time writing a bimbo reader so I hope I hit the mark!

He should’ve known that you were going to be a major distraction from the beginning.

He should’ve known that one day your ditzy charm would be too much for him. How could he possibly ignore you when you looked and dressed the way you did? How your skirts got shorter and shorter with each passing day? How your shirts were cut even lower and were tighter each time you showed up to class?

You were a temptress and no matter how hard he tried to ignore you and move on with his day, he still ended up in the same position every single night. Fucking his fist to the thought of you bent over his desk for him, watching how you struggled to take his fat cock inside your tight cunt, listening to your mindless babbles while he fucked you even dumber than you already were.

But soon only fucking his fist wasn’t enough, he needed more, he needed you. Not once throughout his 10 year career had he wanted to fuck one of his students as much as he wanted to fuck you. He’s had girls throw themselves at him for a multitude of reasons, wanting a better grade, just wanting to fuck a man older than them, wanting to check something off their sex bucket list or just watched too many movies and thought they could seduce him.

But with you, you were completely different. The clothes you wore weren’t to seduce him or to try to distract him, he figured it out by the second class that you just wore things like that just because you liked to wear it. The way you bent over his desk to flash your lacy pink bra while asking him a question was always an innocent accident then when you noticed what you were doing, an apology was always covered by your giggles. It all drove him insane.

So insane that he needed to make a plan on how he could have your tight cunt wrapped around his cock. Fuck, even if it were just your glossy lips wrapped around him his desires would be satiated.

He didn’t know how he was going to plan it out, you never requested office hours with him and you always had things to do after class. It was more than irritating but he finally found his beacon in the form of the most recent exam which was worth 20% of your grade. You received a D- on the exam, he was honestly surprised that you even got that grade with how poor your answers were. But now he could finally put his plan into action, he could finally get his hands on you and all over you.

When class started he held up the stack of papers and set them down on the table, the action alone making your heart race. You knew you should’ve studied more but it was just so boring. He called each student’s name one by one and when he got to your name you moved slowly. Once you finally got your desk you leaned in flashing him with your pretty baby pink lace bra. He handed you your test and a pout grew on your glossy lips. “I’m going to need you to go with me to my office after class so we can discuss further actions to salvage your grade.”

You nodded without another word and took your bottom lip between your teeth as you made your way back to your seat. As he continued on with the class he noticed how you were deep in thought. What the reason was, he had no clue and he didn’t really care. He was finally going to make a move and finally ravage you the way he so desperately desired.

The class went by unusually quickly for you but the minutes ticked by too slowly for him. Once the hour was up he dismissed everyone and you stood behind. He quickly packed his things and you packed your laptop away and walked over to him. “Ready to go up?”

You nodded and followed him into the elevator, standing close to him and making it even more difficult for him to not touch you. You were in the perfect position, he could just slip his hand up your already short skirt and grab a handful of your ass. But he used the last ounce of self control he had to hold himself back until you two were in his office. He let you enter first and he stepped in behind you, locking his door securely and closing all the blinds which was a sign to anyone passing by to not disturb him.

You sat down in the chair across from his desk and started playing with the hem of your skirt, flashing him even more of your soft skin. Soft skin that he wanted to dig his fingers into until there were bruises and indentations left. He sucked in a breath to calm himself and moved to sit across from you. “Now you know why I called you here, this exam is a very big chunk of your grade and comparing it to your last exam it wasn’t any better. I’m very concerned about your grades in his class and I really want my students to achieve their best.”

You nodded and looked up at him, a pretty pout on your face. “I’m really sorry Professor Getou, I really tried my best to study but I just got so bored and I couldn’t do it anymore. I just get so bored when I study and I’ve even tried the ways you recommended.” It wasn’t the truth, whenever you open up your notes your mind wanders to anything else, the newest bubblegum and cherry lip gloss you could get your hands on, what cute designs you could get on your nails next, the next shopping spree you could go on, just anything but your academics.

He nods and sits back in his chair as he pretends to think. “Well I do know of another technique you can use but it’ll be more of a hands on demonstration.” He knew his next words might end up freaking you out but from what he’s seen so far he knew you wouldn’t bat an eye. “I’m going to need you to come here and sit on my lap. I’m going to take out the practice exam I gave you two weeks ago and we’re going to go over it page by page.” You nodded and got up from your seat without asking a question, just like he expected. You moved around the desk and sat down on one of his thighs, “like this sir?” He lifted you and adjusted you so your ass was pressed right against his bulge.

“This is much better. Now, remember when we discussed the topic of forbidden love specifically with Romeo and Juliet?” You nodded and looked down at the practice test in front of him. He gave it to you so you could hold it and he moved his hands along your thighs, soft just like he expected. When he heard your breath hitch he chuckled and leaned in close to your ear, massaging your thighs as he slowly moved up. “If you get these questions right, I’ll give you a reward. You want a reward don’t you?”

“Yes sir, I want a reward.” He chuckled and helped you lean forward on his desk while you answered the questions on the practice exam. Hell, even if you got them all wrong he wasn’t gonna let this opportunity slip from his fingers. As you answered the questions his hands moved up your thighs and flipped your skirt up so he could get a better view of your ass, his large hands massaged and squeezed the flesh while you let out little whimpers and whines.

Once you answered the last question you handed it back to him and he skimmed over it. Out of the five questions on the page you only got two of them right. “There we go, good girl.” He lifted you off him and pressed you against his desk. His cock was begging to be freed from his pants and from the wet spot forming on your pretty panties, you needed this as much as he did. “Now your reward.” He pulled his cock out of his pants and pulled your panties to the side and pushed his cock inside your wet entrance.

“Sir! You can’t! Too big!” He chuckled at your words, couldn’t even form a proper sentence and his cock was just halfway inside you. He gripped your hips and slammed the rest of his cock inside you groaning your name. His eyes immediately widening as he watched you shake underneath him, signaling to him that you already orgasmed. “Fuck, such a tight cunt for a little slutty girl like you.” He gripped your hips tightly as he slammed his hips into yours over and over again, his heavy balls slapping your clit with each thrust.

“I bet a dirty little slut like you let’s all her professors fuck this tight cunt. Just walking around flashing those pretty tits and this perfect ass” he swats his hand down on your ass causing a loud slap to reverberate throughout the room. “Or are you just a little slut for me? Hm? Have you fingered this messy pussy thinking of me?”

Your mind was numb with pleasure and all you could do was nod. But a simple nod wasn’t enough for him, he needed to hear the words come from your lips. He wrapped one of his hands around your throat and pulled you up so your back was pressed to his chest and he looked at your face. You were already such a mess, tears staining your face with drool slipping from the corner of your agape mouth. “Now I asked you a question, I expect an answer.” He moved his free hand down and spanked you roughly again making a yelp leave your mouth.

Your eyes were glossy and wide as you made eye contact with him and just by your reaction he already knew what happened. “What is it? Did the brainless slut already forget my questions?” You nodded again, how could you answer him properly when his cock hit all the right spots? “What I asked you was, are you a little slut for me? Do you finger this slutty cunt when you think of me? I expect a verbal answer.”

His hips never stopped moving, he continued thrusting his cock into you over and over, filling you with more and more pleasure. “Say it.” His grip tightened around your throat and you felt his tongue drag across your cheek as he licked a tear away, making you clench around his cock tighter. You shut your eyes and cried out for him. “Yes! I’m your little slut sir! I-I touch myself thinking of you!” He loosened his grip around your neck and tilted your head so you could face him before he smashed his lips against yours.

The kiss was rough just like the pace of his hips. More drool slipped from the corners of your mouth and he could taste the sweet cherry flavor of your lipgloss. One of your hands came up to grip his wrist in a feeble attempt to alert him of your impending orgasm but he already knew how close you were. He knew from the way your legs shook, how loud you were moaning against his lips, and how tight you squeezed his cock. “Let go for me” his words were mumbled against your lips but just as they left his mouth and hit your ears your body reacted. His name left your lips in a chant as you rode out the waves of your orgasm.

His hips never stopped as he chased his orgasm and with a few thrusts his hips were pressed firmly against yours as spurts of his cum filled you, painting your insides white. He dropped his forehead on your shoulder, strands of his raven hair that weren’t plastered to his forehead tickled your skin. You both took a few silent seconds to catch your breath. He broke the silence first as he slowly lifted his head. “Now, you’ll need to come to my office after class today and every single day after that for tutoring lessons. You can only do this tutoring method with me, understand?”

His hands moved back to your hips as he pulled out and he pulled your panties back in place to cover your pussy and hold in his cum. “Yes sir, only with you.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss you softly. “Good girl, a good little slut for your professor.”

[thatoneidiotdts]

Touch therapy

A/n: heloooooo people, sorry for not writing anything for the past few days my brother got hit by a car and it was really stressful for all of us and I didn't really have the time to write. Anyways gifs aren't mine as always

Wordcount: 2.3k

Note: could be interpreted as either platonic or romantic, also it's for everyone.

Warnings: mentions of neglect and abuse

You groaned as you heard a knock on your door. Gently placing the book down, you got up from the couch and stretched out your arms and went to see who it could be. The door squeaked open as you looked up to meet the eye of who was standing there, at 9PM, on a Sunday. 

“Billy? What the hell are you doing here?”

“You greet every guest like that or is it just me?”

Cocky ashole. “Get in, and lock the door.”

He chuckled as you moved aside and went to your office table. Opening one of the drawers you pulled out a simple notebook and sat back on the armchair closest to you as Billy sat across you on the couch. Fluttering through the notebook you stopped at the last date written on it and reread some notes before clicking your pen and meeting his gaze.

“So what brings you to my doorstep at 9pm Billy?"

The two of you go way back since senior year of highschool, it was surprising how it all started. You were surprisingly good at school, you've noticed a certain blondie kept writing down your answers on tests, you didn't really mind since there was no damage to you, no teacher suspected it since he probably placed a wrong answer here and there.

One day you came home to see Dustin, a little boy across the road that you befriended when babysitting him, a little bit shaken up, you felt in your gut that something was wrong so you asked him about it. At first he didn't want to explain it but after a bit of pressure he gave in.

First he explained to you that they met this new girl at school and that she had this asshole brother who almost ran over them with his car today but took a turn at the last second.

You were quiet for a few seconds, you knew who this asshole brother was. You slowly nodded and gave him a hug to comfort him. After closing the doors to your room you already started to plot your revenge.

The next day there was a giant test in English that was worth 30% of your overall grade, failing this would truly be horrible for someone who had no other grades to carry their overall grade. The moment the test started you could see each right answer but you knew better than to circle them, instead you wrote almost each answer wrong on purpose. You could almost feel the gaze of the boy next to you on your paper as he copied your answers.

You played dumb and until the last few minutes if the class. He, the arrogant fool he is, gave the teacher his test when you wrote down the final answer.

As he watched in horror you changed almost every single answer and then gave your test to the teacher. You now felt his burning gaze on you but you felt nothing but pride, the fucker deserved this after all.

You successfully kept your distance from him for the entire day, he definitely tried to get you alone to ask you about what happened on that test but you didn't let him. The teacher was thankfully quick with correcting the test and tomorrow you had the answers. As expected he had the worst grade of the class while you passed with a 100%.

You felt proud of yourself as you escaped him successfully again. At the end of the day your English teacher sent a junior to tell you that she needed to talk to you so you walked back to the classroom.

Your blood froze when you saw the teacher alone with none other than the boy you played like a fiddle on the test. You quietly sat down but you could feel that he also wasn't too happy to see you. The teacher explained that from now on you will be tutoring Billy. You finally found out his name. In exchange she will write a good recommendation letter for any college you wish to go to.

It was an offer that was too good to pass so you accepted the deal. The teacher informed you that she will be in another classroom if you needed her for anything and left. The moment she was gone his expression changed as he turned his head to you.

"What. The FUCK. was that?" You winced a little bit at his tone but you knew exactly what he was talking about "Karma you maggot." He raised one of his eyebrows at that "What did I ever do to you??"

You balked up your fist as you looked at him with an angry glare "You almost ran over my friends! Motherfucker." you leaned back into the chair and folded your arms.

For a moment he looked confused "Those three little fucks right?" 

You almost punched him as he let out a cackle "I'm serious, try that shit again you will have to lock up your windows and doors at night." you said as you pulled out your notebook.

“Why are you friends with some little dumb kids anyway?”

You dropped the notebook on the table in front of him “I babysit them from time to time actually.”

"Copy my notes and you should be fine for today." He chuckled at that "You really think I'll do that?" You shot him a glare as his signature smirk disappeared from his face "Ugh fineee"

While he was copying, you patiently waited for the clock to chime so that you could finally go home and have dinner. It took him some time but he finally managed to write down everything.

As you were walking out of the school Billy bumped into you, you looked at him with a confused look "Got a ride?" You shook your head before answering "Nah, I just walk" He smirked at that "I can give you a lift you know?"

There it was, he was probably trying to get into your pants. "You don't need to, I'll be fine" “Where do you live?" "Just at the end of Cherry Lane, why?" He looked at you with a look that was trying not to look concerned.

"That's at least an hour of walking" "It's actually 53 minutes, it's not bad" while talking you were already in the parking lot. You instantly noticed which car was his. He walked to the passenger side, opened the door and motioned you to get in.

From that day on the two of you formed a sort of messy friendship. Soon you learned about his father and his abuse towards Billy and the rest of his step-family and since you were majoring in psychology anyway you decided to give him some resources so that he can help himself with his anger problems.

And now, almost eight years since graduating, the two of you kept the actually very unprofessional therapist-patient relationship. You ofcourse have other patients that you help with their mental health and problems but Billy was always more than that, you also never knew just how much more he was. 

“Just wanted to see you doc’.” 

“We had our last session on Friday and the next one was supposed to be tomorrow but I suppose you had other plans. So tell me, what's actually troubling you Billy?”

He looked away for a moment before meeting your gaze again, his lips formed a thin line and you could see how he rubbed the sweat off his palms. “At work yesterday, it started as a normal day you know, fixing tires and changing oil but near the end of the shift…”

You wrote down everything he said in short sentences, you also noted how uneasy he has become. Looking left or right, rubbing the base of his neck, fixing his shirt and posture constantly.

“I saw my mom.”

Turning your head in confusion, you asked. “I am aware she has not been in the picture for some time but I am assuming this is the first time you saw her since then right?”

He nodded. “She ran away when I was ten.”

Nodding, you wrote that down. “And did you talk to her, you were probably confused to see her right?”

“Yeah…she was with some older guy and two another men that she called her kids or something like that. The guy told me to look over the car since there were some weird sounds coming from the thing and I got to work.”

“It was some minor thing with the engine that I fixed in less than an hour. She was the one to come up and pay and she..uh.. asked for my name and I introduced myself. I didn’t want to call her my mom… because maybe by some freak chance it wasn’t her.”

You smiled as he went on “It must have been nice to see her, now that the two of you know where you are, maybe you can reestablish some ties and work on that burnt bridge.”

He looked down, like he was ashamed of himself. “That’s the thing, as soon as I said my name she got this really weird look on her face. She basically forced the money into my hands and walked off. They were all gone minutes after that. Boss noticed that i was’t well so he gave me two days off.”

Billy sat back into the chair, you noticed how his eyes became glossy. You could see how his lips were almost trembling and how he tried his best not to cry. After writing everything down you stood up from your seat and sat next to him.

Gently placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, you watched as he fell apart then and there. He almost never cried, it was almost a surprise to see him like this, 

In a split moment his hands were around you as his head was tucked into your neck as his shoulders shook with sobs. For a moment you sat there frozen but quickly you wrapped your hands around his back. Billy never liked hugging or maybe, now that you think about it, maybe he was just scared of it.

He often sleeps around with women and men but he was never the one to stay the night. Billy also ever explicitly dated a person or even shown interest in dating. Your brain swirled in thoughts as you comforted your friend.

It took a while for him to calm down but now he was at least calm enough to talk, you softly pulled him away from you, just enough to look him in the eyes. “Billy, what was the last time you were intimate with someone?”

He chuckled as you brushed his tears away “I'm here crying in the first time in forever ad you are asking about my sex life?” You knew he understood the question but tried to dodge its true meaning. “You know I didn't mean it like that asshole! What was the last time someone held you like this? This is the first time you hugged me since senior year…”

Billy broke the gaze you two held, he just held you tighter and hid his face in your neck again. He sighed as you rubbed his back, letting him take his time to answer. “It was my mom…before she..” You knew he would say that, you hoped he wouldn’t but looks like you will lose another spec of your hope for humanity again. 

Suddenly you had an idea. Behind you, you grabbed a pillow and layed down while he was still holding you. Billy shot you a confused look as you opened your arms, inviting him into a hug. For some time he sat there but after some time he reluctantly let you hold him.

“I'll hold you as long as you need, alright big guy?”

Billy nodded and tucked his head into your neck again. With your nails you softly scratched his back and scalp as you let him soak in the affection he was getting. There was something just so comforting about you, your warmth, the specific perfume you wore, the scent of the clean couch and your worn, old, probably still from highschool clothes.

It was all comfort, he never had this. He would often worry about his job or if his father would knock at his door since they still lived in the same town. But tonight, tonight he was calm and safe, for the first time probably since birth or early days of his childhood. Tonight you held him in your arms, you kept him safe and warm.

He could feel the soft cradle of sleep take over him, in that moment he realized why he never moved back to Cali, or at least not yet. Leaving you here was simply not an option, if he was going to move, he will do it with you. There was nothing or no one more important in his life than the person who is currently holding him and putting him back together, piece by piece.

When the world ignored him, he ignored it back as a way to convince himself that it was always mutual. But when the English teacher pushed you into his life his world shook, and now, he can rest. Tomorrow or the next week he will propose for the two of you to move, but for now he will be here and be held by the person who meant more to him than the rest of the whole entire world could ever mean.

[fiction-is-life]

Study Buddies

Summary: A partner project leads to revelations.

Warnings: Descriptions of bullying and Topper’s mom being awful

"Miss (Y/L/N), please pay attention. You are missing the lesson."

(Y/N)'s head whipped back to look at her history teacher, embarrassment filling her. "Sorry, Mrs. Z, it won't happen again," she apologized.  

However, it probably would happen again as (Y/N) wasn't purposely not paying attention.  The Kook Prince Topper Thornton had made it his goal to try to get her in trouble as many times as he could this year - usually by taunting her into talking in class.  It didn’t help that they had literally every class together.

Even now she could hear him snickering with his friends at her expense.  (Y/N) could only suppose it was because she was a Pogue at the school on a scholarship, and he didn't think she should be there.  (Y/N) always outwardly brushed his comments and jabs off, but she couldn't help but think how much easier her life would be if he could simply ignore her because then everybody else would as well - usually he only started the onslaught, and others took up his cause. 

Oh, what she would do for the sweet bliss of anonymity!  Too bad she stuck out like a sore thumb in the hoity toity school.

(Y/N) realized her thoughts were wandering again, so she focused back on the teacher just as she said, “So, for your partner projects I will let you pick your own partners, but choose wisely!  Just because someone is your best friend doesn’t mean you want them as your partner.  This project is worth 30 percent of your final grade.”  

(Y/N) inwardly groaned.  Why couldn’t the teacher just pick?  (Y/N) was always left for last and stuck with a begrudging partner that had the misfortune of being absent the day partners were chosen.  It didn’t really matter who her partner was, though, beings as she always ended up doing all the work, anyways.  

She settled back into the uncomfortable chair to watch groups of three have to decide which one of them was kicked out, feeling better about her situation as she watched friendships become tested.  

(Y/N) was jarred roughly out of her thoughts for the third time in as many minutes when she felt a tap on her shoulder from somebody behind her.  That could only be one of two people - Topper or Kelce, but in her heart she knew which one it was before turning around.  

Bracing herself, she turned around to see what new torment awaited her from that corner.  Will it be a paper football flicked at her forehead?  Perhaps a spitball?  No, Topper never stooped that low as to physically assault her - he left that to Kelce.  

She was prepared for just about anything, except what was actually waiting for her - Topper leaning forward, almost uncomfortably close.  “(Y/N), we’re partners."

She must have heard wrong. "What?" 

"I said we are partners."

So she hadn't heard wrong, but she still wanted answers.  "Why?"  She seemed to only be capable of one word replies.

Topper rolled his eyes. "Because, you are the best in this class and I need to get a good grade."

Her wits returned finally at this.  "Kelce and you do fine in this class. Why do you need me?  Also, who said I would want to be your partner?"

Kelce perked up at this comment, turning away from the boy he was pairing up with since Topper wasn’t budging on his decision.  He had a devilish smirk on his face as he turned towards his best friend, "Yeah, why do you need to partner with her, Top?"

Topper clenched his jaw, making his hands into fists as he whispered, "Because you know how my mom is, Kelce."

This comment, obviously not meant for (Y/N)'s ears, intrigued her nonetheless, prompting her to accept his "offer".  "Fine, I'll be your partner, but you have to actually do your part."

He smirked, "Deal."

~

“So, I think a really great topic to do our project on would be the political machines of the 1890’s because they did a lot of good for workers, but they were also violent and Topper are you listening?”  (Y/N) sat in the school’s cushy library, trying to get started on she and Topper’s project, but she couldn’t get him to cooperate.  He just kept flipping through his phone.

He looked up after a moment, not a care in the world.  “Can you actually help me with our calc homework first?  I am totally lost now that we’ve switched from derivatives to integration,” Topper changed the subject, proving he could switch to a different subject quite easily, contrary to his words.

(Y/N) drew in a deep breath, trying to calm herself.  “Topper, you said we were gonna work on our project, and this is the only time I can meet.”

Topper gave her his best puppy-dog eyes, pleading, “Please, (Y/N), I can’t focus on our project if I don’t understand calc.  We have a quiz on Friday, and our project isn’t due for another two weeks.”  He added a pout to his pathetic bit, noticing that (Y/N) was breaking, “Please.”

(Y/N) huffed, “Fine.  But once we study for the quiz, we have to work on the project.  I have to work everyday this week except Friday.”  She started to open up her calculus notes.

Topper’s smirk was back - it seemed like it was almost permanently glued to his face at this point.  “Well, I guess we can meet up on Friday, too.  I can pick you up and bring you to mine.  It’d be more comfortable than here.”

(Y/N) had somewhat checked out, only half-listening as she found the lesson they had been learning in calculus.  “Sure, whatever, as long as it gets done.”

“Cool, let’s get to studying then.”  Topper was quite pleased with himself.

“Alright, so what is the purpose of us learning about integration?” she asked, going back to the beginning to see what they needed to focus on.

“Isn’t it to figure out the slope of a point?”

(Y/N)’s face fell.  “No, that’s what derivatives do.  Integration is to figure out the area under a curve.”  I guess they had to review everything.  Great.

~

“Okay, so I think you should be good for the quiz on Friday.  Just work some more problems from the textbook,” (Y/N) finished explaining how integration worked, checking the time on her phone and groaning when she saw it was almost six o’clock.  Reteaching an entire semester’s worth of calculus apparently took longer than one expected.  “Crap, my mom went to work already, so she can’t pick me up,” she mumbled.

Topper kept his gaze on where he was picking up his notes, “Well, I could take you home, I guess,” he offered, shrugging, nothing but nonchalance.

(Y/N) considered her options - the late bus had already left , but she didn’t want to put him out, “No, that’s alright, thank you, though.”

Topper rolled his eyes, standing up and grabbing both of their bookbags, “What’s your other option?  Walking?” he said over his shoulder, walking out of the library, leaving her to chase after him.  

“Topper, give me my bag back.  You really don’t need to take me home,” she called after him, slightly breathless.  How is he walking this fast? she thought.

“Not a chance,” he called back, exiting the school and walking to his Jeep which was the only vehicle left in the parking lot.  

She blew air out of her nostrils when she finally caught up with him.  “Fine, if you insist, I’ll let you drive me home,” she relented, incredibly confused as to why he was so insistent.  

“Good.”  He opened the passenger door, offering her a hand to help her into the truck which she ignored, clambering in awkwardly by herself.

Topper easily got in on his side, “Do you have any music preferences, (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) scrunched her nose and forehead, “It’s a fifteen minute drive, Topper, you can just put on the radio, I don’t care.”

Topper tapped the steering wheel like it was a drum set, “How about classic rock?”

“That’s fine, I love rock,” (Y/N) said, thinking about everything she still had to do that night. 

Topper smiled, nodding, “Cool.  Cool, cool, cool.”  He pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road, turning on a rock station on Spotify before quickly looking at her, “So… what’s your favorite subject?”

Why was he suddenly so interested in her?  They had had every class together since freshman year, and now he wanted to get to know her?  She had to answer, though, beings as she was stuck in a car with him, “Umm, I don’t know, I like them all, but I guess chemistry.  I’ve always liked science.”

He hummed, “That makes sense.  Mine is English.  I think it’s fun to analyze novels in depth.”

“Really?  I always thought you hated school, or at least were apathetic to it,” she said, frowning in thought.

“No, I like learning, it’s just - nevermind.  Where do you want me to drop you off?” he asked, changing the subject once again.

“Umm, my house is fine,” she replied, deciding not to comment on what was obviously a touchy subject.

“Sounds good,” he said, which were the last words spoken on what was undoubtedly the most awkward car ride she had ever been on.  

He only spoke again when he was pulling into her short driveway, “So, I’ll drive you to my house on Friday after school, and we can work on the project.”

(Y/N) nodded, picking up her bag and opening her door before he got the chance, “Yep, sounds good, see you tomorrow, Topper,” she said as she got out of the truck, watching as he pulled away like the devil was on his heels.  She shook her head, thinking, Boys are weird. 

~

Topper continued to act weird the rest of the week, and by Friday she was almost missing the routine of him being a jerk to her in class - at least it was predictable, unlike the almost constant questions he bombarded her with now.  What’s your favorite food?  Pepsi or coke?  Favorite color?  Are you a cat or dog person?  Do you like reading?  TV shows or movies?  It was endless, and the worst part was that (Y/N) couldn’t figure out why he was doing it.  

Was it an elaborate set up for a prank?  Get her to think he liked her enough to befriend her then use the information against her to ruin her life?  At this point, Topper being an undercover CIA agent that was tasked with finding, abstracting information, then eliminating her seemed to be a perfectly probable explanation for his behavior.

(Y/N) felt the eraser end of a pencil tap her back for the fifth time today - and it wasn’t even lunch.  She turned around, barely suppressing the annoyed look on her face, “What, Topper?”

He seemed not to notice her weary expression, “Favorite movie?”

(Y/N) sighed, “I don’t know, Topper.  I guess While You Were Sleeping; I love Bill Pullman and Sandra Bullock.”

“Cool,” is all he said, immediately going back to taking notes from the PowerPoint.  (Y/N) shook her head in confusion before attempting to do the same.  

She couldn’t wait for them to finish the history project so life could go back to normal.  

~

The remaining periods of the day seemed to stretch interminably long, and by the last bell, she just wanted to sit at home and relax; it didn’t help that she had had to stay late at her job the night before since her coworkers didn’t help with any of the clean up duties that the wait staff was supposed to do.  

However, she was brought back into reality when Topper caught up to her in the busy hallway, “Hey, I just have to get my books from my locker, then we can head out, alright?  Come with me to get them?  You can put whatever you don’t want to take home in my locker, I don’t mind,” Topper explained his plan, creating even more confusion within (Y/N)’s mind.  

Not only did he want to be seen leaving school with a Pogue, but he was willing to have her cheap notebooks next to his?

She was so thrown off by this revelation that she found herself following him to his locker.  He quickly gathered what he needed, hefting his bag back on his shoulder.  “Do you need anything before we leave?” he asked, and when she shook her head, he closed his locker, heading towards the double doors that led to freedom.  

Unlike the last time they had exited the school together, he actually slowed down his stride to match hers, garnering several looks - ranging from disgusted to jealous - from the Kooks surrounding them.  (Y/N) just kept her head down to ignore them like always until she and Topper reached his Jeep.

He opened her door for her, and she climbed in.  If Topper is anything, he is gentleman-like, especially this past week, she thought absently, resting her head against the back of the seat, trying to get rid of the growing headache behind her eyes.  It had been a long week, and she honestly just wanted to go to sleep, but she didn’t want their project deadline looming over them next week as well.

With that in mind, she attempted to talk about their project on the ride to his house, “So, do we want to do our project on political machines or -”

“I was kinda thinking we could start our project after we get to my house.  I can’t think about school work until after I chill for a while and eat something,” he explained, giving her that pitiful look that always got her to relent to whatever he wanted.

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense,” (Y/N) agreed, not at all getting his point.  She usually did her homework and such right after school because it was fresh in her mind, but she supposed everybody had a different method, and Topper was no dummy, testifying to his method working for him.  

She tapped her fingers on her thighs, reminiscent of how Topper had tapped them on the steering wheel during their first car ride, letting the awkward silence grow the entire way to Figure Eight, not knowing how to relieve it.  

At long last, they finally pulled into Topper’s paved, circular driveway, his mansion of a house looking even bigger up close.  (Y/N) couldn’t help but stare a little bit at the perfectly manicured lawn and spotless windows.  

Topper parked the Jeep in his side of the garage, alongside what (Y/N) assumed was his mother’s Porsche.  

“Alright, we’re here,” Topper sighed, turning the car off and throwing his head against the seat for a moment before unbuckling his seat belt and grabbing both of their bags again.  (Y/N) followed him inside, careful not to scratch his mother’s car.  

As they entered the house, (Y/N) was struck by how clean it was, but not in a good way, more like “I woke up from a coma in a sterile hospital, but I’m the last person on Earth and now I’m wandering through the halls” kind of way.  In short, it didn’t look like anybody lived there.  The only evidence of life was a faint aroma coming from what (Y/N) assumed was the kitchen.

Topper didn’t seem affected by it.  He turned to her while they were still in the side entrance, sheepishly pointing to cubbies with shoes neatly placed in them, “Uh, my mom makes us take off our shoes, if you don’t mind.  She hates dirt.”

(Y/N) was honestly kind of confused by his ashamed attitude - her mom had a similar rule, it just wasn’t enforced as stringently.  She sat down to untie her shoes, Topper bending over to do the same. “No problem,” she said, flippantly.  She pulled them off her feet, hoping her feet didn’t smell too bad and quickly hiding the hole in her sock before placing them into an empty cubby and jumping up.  Almost hitting him in the nose in the process.

He laughed, turning around to lead her into the massive living room with the comfiest leather couches she had ever seen.  

The room was very open with French doors leading to the pool behind them and a casual dining area to the right of the couches.  A huge TV lined a good portion of the wall, the other space being taken up by what (Y/N) assumed were family photos but on closer inspection turned out to be pictures of Dr. Thornton - Topper’s mom - and work colleagues.  Topper was nowhere to be seen in any of them.

“You can sit anywhere; I’ll be back with some snacks, then we can get to work.”

Topper’s voice snapped (Y/N) out of her thoughts about his home life, having started to piece together the clues that were around her with what he had said to Kelce when they were picking partners.  She just nodded, not trusting herself to not say some choice words about his mother in her own house. 

She sat down where Topper had put their bags down and started pulling her notes out, along with her beat-up, second hand laptop.  As she finished organizing all of her supplies on the glass coffee table, Topper walked back in, pita chips and red pepper hummus in hand - her favorite.

(Y/N) smiled as he set the bowls down beside her notes, the growling of her stomach distracting her from how close he sat beside her.  

“Okay,” she clapped her hands, swallowing her bite of food.  “So, does one of us want to work on the PowerPoint while the other starts the paper?  Then, we can work on the diorama together?  I don’t care which one I do, but I’ve always really liked your PowerPoints for other classes, so maybe you would want to do that, but it doesn’t matter cause you’re a strong writer too.”  

Shoot, am I rambling again?

“Yeah, you are but it’s cute,” Topper stated, making her realize she had said that last part aloud, opening his laptop.  “I can do the PowerPoint.  Didn’t you win that essay contest?  You are a great writer.”

(Y/N) dipped her head, smiling at his genuine compliment.  “Thank you, Topper.”  

She steeled herself, getting back to the topic at hand - political machines.  “Let’s get to work.”

~

Two and half hours and two bowls of hummus later, the project was finished, ready for their presentation the next week.  They had even found an old shoe box and filled it with figurines being pressured into voting by the machine boss.

(Y/N) flopped back on the couch, checking her phone and seeing it was only a little past  five o’clock - she could get a jump on the rest of her homework, still.  She sat up, sighing, finding herself unaccountably reluctant to leave, “I should get going…”

“Wait!”  Topper grabbed her wrist lightly.  As she turned to see what he wanted, figuring she had forgotten to pack some of her stuff, she noticed that Topper’s face had become tinted with a pink blush, just dark enough to be noticed. 

She quirked an eyebrow, looking down at his hand on her wrist then back up to his flushed face.  He cleared his throat, “Umm, I thought maybe we could watch that movie you said you liked?  Dinner should be ready soon, and my mom is at the hospital tonight, so she won’t bother us.”

His eyes followed his hand as it wandered down to hold hers, “I would just really like it if you stayed for a bit.  I like hanging out with you.”

(Y/N) squeezed his hand, liking how it enveloped hers, “Okay.”  She smiled, “I can hang out for a bit.”

He tugged her back down beside him, turning the TV onto Disney+ to start watching Sandra Bullock fall in love with her unrequited crush’s brother.  

(Y/N) was instantly engrossed in the film as she always was, unconsciously leaning into the body heat Topper was radiating.  Her A/C was never as effective as in the Thornton household - if it even turned on - so she was a bit chilly, but it wasn’t just that.

Topper had shown a different side of himself this week.  She was starting to see that his cockiness was driven more by insecurity.  And it was now obvious that his need to control everything was because he had no control over his personal life, his mother controlling every detail of his day and still expecting him to do more.  She honestly just wanted to give him a hug, at this point. 

~

By the end of the movie, (Y/N)’s eyelids were drooping and her head had dropped to Topper’s shoulder.  She must have drifted off because the next thing she knew, the credits were rolling, Topper gently shaking her awake, “(Y/N/N), you need to get up; the movie is over.”  

She snuggled into his chest further, not ready to wake up from her nap just yet - she really hadn't gotten much sleep the night before.  She groaned, shutting her eyes again, “Noooo…”

She could feel his laughter deep in his chest, “Okay, what movie do you want to watch next?”

She popped up for a moment, grinning, “Oklahoma!?”

He chuckled once more at her adorableness, bringing her back into his arms as the overture of one of her favorite musicals started to play, “Okay.”  

As Curly rode in during the first scene, Topper leaned away from her suddenly, making her look at him with a slight pout, confused.  He lightly ran his fingertips over her arm, making her shiver.  He worked his mouth for a moment, hesitating over his words.  “Um, hey, so, this week, I -”

“You didn’t ask me to be your partner for the project because you needed a good grade, did you?” she asked, eyes glowing.

He shook his head sheepishly, “No, I wanted an excuse to get to know you.  I was afraid you would say no if I asked you out.  Also, I didn’t need that much help with calc, just the new stuff.”

She smiled teasingly, “Are you afraid now?”

He grinned, brushing her hair back from her face, “(Y/N), would you like to go on a date with me?  A real date…?”

She smirked, turning back to the TV to see how Laurie pretended to ignore Curly’s flirting, making (Y/N) feel confident in something other than academics for once. “Let’s see how our presentation goes first, then I’ll decide." She added, diplomatically, “But I think your chances might be good.”  She turned to him, a glint in her eye, “You are the second best student in the class.”

Topper’s smile couldn’t have grown wider as (Y/N) re-snuggled into his arms, eyes fixed again on the movie.

~

My Masterlist

[patchworkstudies]

12/4/21 - 3:30 am || not pictured: strawberry applesauce! yum!

finals season is upon us and i am in real danger of failing all at least two of my courses. one of them is intro to study of literature which i am taking for credit so if i fail it will not be the end of the world but i would rather not. the other is my feminist and queer theory course. i have not turned in a single assignment for this class yet. each response paper is worth 15% of my grade and the spillers one was due weeks ago. as was my final paper proposal. i am intending to major in gender studies and taking another course with this professor next semester so this is actually really fucking bad. 

god willing, i’ll finish my paper on spillers by morning and email it to the professor along with my project proposal. and then spend tomorrow writing my butler paper, and sunday/monday on my sedgwick paper. or i could go lay facedown in the woods and forget about college idk it’s sounding more and more like a good idea every day.

[hiddlesbummmm]

Here is another Loki X Reader fic to brighten your day! 💕 Thanks for all the love guys. I really enjoy writing these and I appreciate the support, even though I’m not as active as I want to be. Gotta love adulting!

Warnings: SFW Tickle Fic Words: 1662 Ler Loki X Lee Reader

Accidents Happen

“Ugh, how much longer do I have!?” You groaned out loud to yourself. You glanced at the clock sitting on your bedside table. Shit! It was 1:47 am, which meant you only had 13 minutes to turn in your essay.

You typed as fast as your little fingers could. This was the final exam in your English 301 class and was worth a huge chunk of your final grade. You had to pass with straight As. College was much harder than High School, but you had Stark and Banner to help teach you the tricky stuff. You hit the “ Submit” button right at 1:58 Am. Phew! You had to stop pushing your assignments until the last minute. But in your defense, it’s kinda hard when you live and fight with the Avengers.

You then closed your laptop and slid into bed and drifted off to sleep.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

You were rudely awakened by your alarm. You groggily rolled over to turn it off and noticed the time read 6:00 am. Great only 4 hours of sleep. You were definitely gonna need your morning cup of coffee so you could make it through Steve’s morning meeting.

You made your way to the kitchen and prepared yourself a steaming hot cup of coffee. Even though the meeting was at 7:30, you liked to wake up early so you could relax in the common room with your coffee and think about the day. The common room had a gigantic window that you could peer out of and watch the animal activity in the garden. Today, it was raining slightly, and you just couldn’t wait to sit next to the window and smell fresh rain and listen to the slight pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the petals of the red roses that were planted next to the window.

You grabbed your hot coffee mug and headed off to your destination. You were still slightly groggy as you made your way which is why you didn’t see Peter’s shoes laying right in the middle of the walkway. You stumbled over them and lost your balance, causing your coffee cup to fly from your hands. You landed face down on the carpet and threw your head upwards when you heard a loud “Ouch what the Hell!”. Loki must have been making his way to the kitchen when you had tripped, throwing your hot coffee all over his nice outfit. It always made you snicker when Loki showed up to Steve’s meetings in a nice dress top and tie. But seeing his nice outfit with a big coffee stain on it, ripped your smile right off your face.

“ I I I am so sorry Loki! I didn’t see Peter’s shoes in the hallway and I tripped on them!!” Loki just looked at you dumbfounded. “ Anyone could have seen those shoes from a mile away! What caused you to be so careless Y/n. You have ruined my outfit! This was my favorite tie too!” You scrambled to your feet. “ I’m sorry!! I stayed up late last night working on my college paper and so I was still a little groggy this morning. It was an accident I swear!” You walked over to the nearby hallway closet and tossed Loki a towel as if that would help. Loki rolled his eyes at your efforts and used his magic to quickly and effortlessly change his outfit.

“ An accident you say? I don’t know dear Y/n. I think you were trying to get revenge on me after I pranked you last week.” You had totally forgotten about that. Last week, Loki had put salt in your coffee instead of sugar. You were upset after this, but not enough that you would intentionally spill hot coffee on someone. “ I would never! I can’t believe you think I’m that horrible of a person!” You chuckled. “ You know, for someone who claims to be a God you sure aren’t smart like one.“ You knew it wasn't wise to poke the bear, but he needed a little sass. He accused you of throwing coffee on him on purpose! “ Mind your tone, Midgardian. Or someone may “accidentally” do something to you.” You scoffed. “ Loki, you can’t plan to “ accidentally” do something to someone. That defeats the purpose of the word “ accident”.

Loki’s demeanor shifted. He no longer looked pissed off, he now looked very very suspicious.

Without warning, Loki lunged at you. You obviously were still groggy due to your lack of sleep so you couldn’t even process what was happening until your back landed on the soft cushions from the couch.

“ Oh, I’m sorry Y/n, I must have accidentally thrown you on the couch. “ Loki teased. “ That is not how accidents work! You planned that, unlike me who really did accidentally spill my coffee on you!” You always enjoyed seeing Loki in a happy mood, but you were nervous about his game plan.

“ Okay, Loki. I get it! I’m sorry for ruining your nice clothes. Even though it was 100% an accident!!” You tried to sit up but Loki just smirked. “ Oh, darling. I’m not even close to being done with you”. You gulped. You didn’t like the tone of his voice.

Loki then swiftly jumped onto your lap and quickly pinned your arms under his knees. “ Oh wow, I can’t believe it. I accidentally pinned you down to the couch, my bad” Loki said lazily as he winked at you. You were already giggling. His teasing was hilarious even though you suspected what was to come.

Loki and the rest of the team had figured out your weakness weeks ago. You were wrestling with Peter and he thought he would try to tase your sides to see your reaction. Needless to say, it went downhill from there.

Loki hadn’t been all that interested in this new information, but you should have known he would have stored it into his “ Ways to torment Y/n box” inside his brain. You two had become pretty good friends, and pranks and tickles fit perfectly into your relationship. “ Loki, can’t you just accidentally let me up? Then I can go accidentally make you coffee or accidentally clean your clothes!?” You were trying your best not to show your fear, but Loki knew you too well.

“ That would be quite nice Y/n. But first, I think I need to accidentally tickle you to tears don’t you think?” You immediately tried to escape his iron grip but knew it was worthless. He had you pinned and you knew it.

Loki wasted no time in tormenting you. You were already giggling before he even started so it didn’t take long for you to start bubbling with laughter. Loki poked each and every rib with one hand while the other spidered against your sides. You were shaking trying to dislodge him from your hips. You were extremely ticklish and being sleep deprived only made it harder to contain your emotions.

Loki then spidered his fingers all around your neck and ears, causing you to shake your head violently trying to protect your sensitive areas. Loki just grinned and used one hand to hold you neck to one side and gently started blowing on your ears. This was absolute torture. You were giggling like a maniac! Who knew blowing on someones ears could cause such a ticklish sensation. As if Loki could read your mind he said “ Trust me Y/n, I have a brother. I know a few tricks about this type of torture.”You pondered this to yourself as you realized that meant Loki and Thor were ticklish. What an image. But before you could get too lost in thought, Loki moved on and was now viciously attacking your under arms and upper ribs. Now, these weren’t your worst spots, but Loki was skilled in tickles. Every movement was precise and gentle. He even found some spots like made you squeak every time he touched them, which only encouraged him to continue.

“ Loookkkiii plehehease EEP I’m sorry!! I’ve learhehened my lesson! I wohahant stay up late anymore!! EEP” You knew begging wouldn’t work, but it was worth a try. “ I’m not stopping until I see tears darling. How about I go right into your death spots then hmm?” Loki wasted no time to get you into hysterics after this. He slipped his finger into your belly button and used his other hand to alternate between pinching your knees and thighs. It didn’t take long until you were crying with laughter and occasionally you let out a snort. ( Embarrassing you know) OKAHAHAY MERCY PLEHEHESE! You soon became silent. Loki stopped his torture and helped sit you up. You were sweaty and still giggling under your breath, but thankful to be more awake now.

“ You’re such a jerk Loki! Next time I will spill my coffee on you purposefully. Or maybe I will convince Thor to help me tickle you back!“ You playfully sassed and rested your head on his shoulder. Loki leaned in close to you and whispered “ You get my brother involved and I promise you I will not stop tickling you until you are screaming my name, begging for forgiveness, and are motionless”.

You knew we was kidding, but his threat still made you slightly nervous. He was a great guy, but you knew there were certain buttons you didn’t push unless you were asking for mischief.

Loki turned and looked at you. His hair was slightly ruffled from your tussle, but his greenish-blue eyes were bright and gleamed with happiness.

“Y/n, would you like to accidentally have coffee and breakfast with me before we attend this boring meeting run by Mr. America?” You kissed him on the cheek. “ I would love to”. Then the two of you made your way to the kitchen, still giggling madly.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

The role of prose quality in scholarship

The dominant language of science and scholarship is English, and yet native English speakers do not have a monopoly on scientific and scholarly insights. Some non-native English speakers believe this puts them at a disadvantage when it comes to acceptance in peer-reviewed journals and citations, and pay language editors to improve their prose.

But is it worth it? Does improving the quality of prose improve the perceived quality of scholarship, and with it, the likelihood of being accepted for publication in peer-reviewed journals and citation in further papers? That’s the subject of “Writing Matters,” a new preprint paper.

https://janfeld.weebly.com/uploads/1/1/8/9/118933153/writing_matters.pdf

The paper’s authors are a Kiwi economist (Jan Feld) and two plain language specialists (Corinna Lines and Libby Ross) who run a consultancy in New Zealand. They devised an ingenious experiment to determine what benefit — if any — scholars derive from paying editors to clean up their prose.

They got a bunch of unedited economics papers written by PhD students, and had language specialists rate their prose quality, and also ran the text through a widely accepted empirical “grade level” estimator (Flesch-Kincaid). Then, the paper were edited by language specialists with no knowledge of economics (who would thus be unlikely to inadvertently improve the substantive claims in the papers).

Finally, both versions of the papers — original and edited for clarity — were judged by economists and writing experts who were divided into experimental and control groups, with one group getting the edited versions and the other getting the original. These judges weren’t told that they were reading edited or raw papers, and they weren’t told (until afterward) that they were participating in an experiment about the effect of prose on the perception of scholarly quality.

The results verified the commonsense conclusion: experts who reviewed the edited papers didn’t just rate them as more readable — they also rated them as being better scholarship. They indicated that they would be more likely to accept the papers for conference talks and journal inclusion.

And — predictably — the papers that benefited the most were those that showed the largest improvement in their prose after being edited. That is, the worst-written papers got the largest credibility boost after they were edited.

The authors conclude that the quality of writing really matters to the careers of scholars and the impact of their scholarship, and note that English writing capability is easier for native English speakers to attain than is the case for non-native speakers. What’s more, they conclude that paid language editors can erase this deficit with a relatively light edit (each paper only received six hours’ worth of editorial attention).

They recommend that granting bodies concerned with improving the quality of scholarship and human knowledge create funds to subsidize scholars who want their prose improved.

All of this sounds right to me, but then, I’m a writer. Putting on my most skeptical hat, I am forced to admit that the study only concerns one discipline (economics) and a relatively small number of papers (30). Maybe these conclusions generalize to other subjects and maybe they’d be robust with a larger sample size — but that’s not certain.

More interesting is the unstated corollary: bad scholarship produced by scientists and researchers blessed with good prose may be sneaking through peer-review and into citations. Perhaps there’s a “glibness privilege” that bypasses the critical faculties of fellow scholars, and gives foolish and unsupported ideas currency.