#but no more lectures or assignments or tests or essays or-

[likesdoodling]

Spent a lot of the afternoon doodling~ I love these two :D

Rozemyne definitely has more methods, but this is a ~sample~ :D

The bottom half of that first panel is an example of what my sketchbook looks like 😂 (absolute chaos)

[bellaveux]

BETWEEN THE PAGES | wanda maximoff x fem!reader

genre: college au! fluff, smut

summary: professor maximoff asks you out on a date.

content warnings: MINORS DNI! fluff, smut, college au!, unspecified age gap, professor!wanda, student!reader, bit of alcohol consumption, smut; service top!wanda, power bottom!reader kinda, making out, marking, fingering and oral (r! receiving), overstimulation, little bit of a praise kink

word count: 9.5k

note: i’ve been meaning to write another professor!wanda and black cat!reader fic so wrote this as kind of a prequel to AFTER CLASS but it’s long overdue lol. i hope u like it!

You always came to class early. That was the first thing she noticed about you. But, there was something about the way you entered her lecture hall for the first time, sitting just a few rows away from her desk, close enough for her to see you without anyone getting in the way. It was something about you that was so endearing. She just couldn’t figure out what exactly it was about you that made her stomach flutter and her heart beat faster than it typically does. Usually dressed in a skirt that gracefully swayed with each step and a cozy sweater that hugged your figure, you never failed to greet her with a shy smile each day you entered the room, and each time she swooned. Too cute. It was like that for the first few months: watching the door patiently to see when you would walk in, stealing glances your way when you were seated in front of her as she taught, or occasionally looking over the book she was reading while you were taking a test, reading a book, or working on notes. She couldn’t help it. It also didn’t help that you were not only beautiful but smart, too. Every test, assignment, and project she had given out, you nailed them with ease, almost like you'd already mastered the subject prior to her teachings. Perfect was what you were. She thought about it every day.

As each day passed, Wanda always looked forward to the days when you would enter her class. And she wasn’t trying to be a creep about it in any way, but she couldn’t help but look… and wonder. She wondered about what you were like outside of her class, if you were just as reserved and quiet as you were in here or if you were bubbly and talked a lot, and what your voice sounded like. You were quiet. And it wasn’t a quality that she didn’t like at all; in fact, it only made her more intrigued, like you were a mystery that she wanted to solve. In the quiet moments, when the world slowed down, her thoughts would invariably drift to you—your earnest gaze, your subtle smiles, the way your eyes seemed to light up the room.

But despite the elation of her thoughts of you, she makes sure to remind herself why you were here in the first place: you were her student. And for your professor to have such thoughts about one of her students, it was wrong. She knew this from the beginning. But try as she might to suppress her emotions, Wanda found herself captivated by your presence anyway.

And she really tried, to be fair. She tried to ignore her thoughts of you in her head, but she could only do so much. In the end, she couldn’t resist asking you to meet her after class during her office hours. She’d try multiple times to find the most credible excuse to get you to stay, and usually, she’d opt for subjects regarding your work and even ask you if you were interested in being a teacher’s assistant. Who in their right mind would decline that offer? You’d get paid on top of being alone in the same room with your favorite professor—the, despite her intimidating looks, easygoing professor that you had been fond of since day one. In fact, everyone liked her. Most of the students thought she was hot anyway, which you had to agree on as well.

The work she had you do was simple, for the most part. Grading papers and organizing paperwork and files for her were the most common tasks she gave you. Eventually she had you read a few essays and reports, asking you to judge how well they were written. Wanda thought of it as a learning experience—to read, collect your thoughts, elaborate, and then discuss with you on that same subject. It was a little nerve-racking, to say the least, but really, you enjoyed every second you spent with this professor. Especially since she was so nice to you.

And you’d be lying if you said you had never noticed her lingering eyes on you on several occasions. Sometimes she stands behind your seat and leans over to see your assignments, and you can smell her sweet perfume and feel her breath against the top of your head. Then, you’d be lying a second time if you said it didn’t make your stomach flutter each time she got close to you.

Of course, with the quiet moments you shared together each week, you began to notice some things you'd never noticed before: how she's unable to get to work without a hot cup of tea using that old, faded, and chipped mug that the university gave her a couple years ago, how she spends an extra few minutes in her office at the end of each day because she always misplaces her ID card, or how she constantly has her nose stuck in a book—a poetry book you’d often see, when she wasn’t reading those one of those meaty, mind-bending volumes.

And as time went by, you also began to notice more and more the way she would look at you. It wasn’t as if you were completely oblivious to her stares. You could see clearly when her eyes would linger a little longer than necessary, occasionally catching the flicker of a smile that your professor seemed to suppress. It was as if you had developed a sixth sense for each time her demeanor shifted or her eyes would trace over you, just as she was doing now.

"Is everything alright, Professor?" You say, your voice coming out smoothly, cutting through the quietness that filled the room.

"Yes, I’m fine." Wanda cleared her throat and turned away from you, her eyes darting back to the book she was supposedly reading. "It’s, um... I’m just lost in my thoughts."

"Lost in your thoughts or lost in trying not to stare too obviously?"

Your professor’s eyebrows twitched upwards, your question pinking her cheeks as she turned the page of her book mindlessly while attempting to hide her smile. "I assure you, (Y/n). This book is… intense."

"Intense?" You rolled your eyes, not entirely convinced by her excuse, as your eyes traced the cover of her book. "Hmmm, The Book of Nature… William Wordsworth?"

Wanda skimmed through the pages of her book and cleared her throat for the second time, "It's a deep exploration of... um, philosophical concepts. Quite thought-provoking, really."

"Philosophical concepts?" You repeated with a sly smile playing lightly at your lips. "Are you sure that’s what it’s about? If I remember correctly, Wordsworth is a poet, right? And you look pretty relaxed for someone who’s reading about some intense philosophical poetry."

"Well, I think philosophical debates can be strangely soothing sometimes," she told you with a chuckle, slowly making her way out of the nervous state she was in just a moment ago.

"Really? I mean, I love poetry, but that’s quite the intellectual balance you’ve got there."

"Yeah," she breathed, her confidence seemingly flowing from her body right in front of your eyes as she used a finger to adjust the collar of her button-up. "And speaking of balance, how do you manage to keep your work in check while being so captivatingly distracting?"

The blush that paints your cheeks presents itself much more quickly than you could’ve imagined. It was adorable. Managing to turn away from her this time, you avoid her eyes as yours land back down on the papers that were set in front of you, completely forgotten while being under your professor’s gaze. You could practically feel the smile on her face as she watched your every movement. Wanda pulled her office chair closer to yours, where you had brought an extra chair up to her desk as you worked. She set her book down softly, mindlessly leaning in closer and closer to your face as her eyes kept darting between your eyes and those delicious-looking lips of yours. Her tongue dragged itself along the bottom of her lip subconsciously as she stared at you, not even hiding her intentions this time.

"You make it awfully hard to concentrate, (Y/n)," she continued as her eyes traced over the contours of your face, down to the skin of your neck as it strained slightly underneath the collar of your sweater. "I find it rather difficult to stay focused when you’re sitting in front of me."

"Um, Professor… I think we should…" With a flustered smile and stern eyes, you motioned over to the clock right by the door, notifying her that her time with you was nearly up.

Wanda only smiled before speaking again, nodding her head as she leaned back slowly to glance over to check the time, "Of course. Do carry on with your student duties, Miss (L/n)."

To be honest, it’s the first time she has heard you talk so much. Your voice was delicate and smooth, a voice that she wanted to keep hearing over and over again. Talking to you was something she wanted more of. She was quite smug, thinking about how all the rest of the students who admired you for your intelligence and work ethic didn’t get to talk with you as much as she did or spend time with you as much as she did.

A triumphant warmth spread through Wanda's chest as she turned back to read her book. Successfully making you flustered had ignited a sense of giddiness she hadn't felt in a while. But, a calm smile played on her lips, a facade she effortlessly maintained to match your demeanor, masking the happiness that bubbled within her. It’s evident throughout the days, where fragments of her infatuation for you are sprinkled into every moment you spend together. In those moments, she loved everything about you—from the way you worked and focused on your tasks, to the way your voice sounded despite not talking all that much, to the way you furrowed your eyebrows when your eyes stumbled upon something that confused you, or when your lips would curve into that pretty smile she loved to see so much.

Eventually, Wanda came to terms with her feelings rather quickly, but made no move to pursue them just yet. For you to be her lover was something that was not allowed, especially in her profession. She’d also still have to tackle the subject of whether or not you harbored even the slightest similarity about whether you had the same interest as she did for you. During moments where she would sit alone in her office or at home, she’d often let her mind drift off to the thought of you and how she would treat you if she were able to call you hers. Gifts like flowers, books, or jewelry would gladly be given as attempts to make you happy. She’d give you flowers every day if it allowed her to see that smile of yours for even just one second.

The two of you spend the rest of the semester filled with mindless flirting and grading essays, projects, and assignments, all while Wanda reads most of the time, and by reading, you mean she skims over a couple pages and spends the next few minutes admiring the beauty that is you before her. And sometimes, she lets her mind wander just as her eyes do, down to the skin of your thighs underneath those black tights, wondering how it would feel to have her hands all over your legs. She wonders how you would sound, moaning her name as you give her the sweet taste of heaven. If you hadn't been so engrossed in the activity your mind was occupied with, you'd see how her eyes latch to your frame and the way her mouth waters at the sight. It takes everything in her to keep her composure and not pull you into her private office and have her way with you.

She wants to do this correctly, of course. She wants you to want it, too. Though, it may seem like you return her advances and all the rest of her flirty remarks, she wants to make sure it’s something you are sure of.

So, she asks. And she starts by giving you a gift.

"Shakespeare?" You questioned curiously, running a finger along the spine of the book as a shy smile slowly etched its way onto your face. "I didn’t really take you for a romantic, Professor."

She had given you a gift before you were able to step away so soon from her and her class room. The book—The Sonnets by William Shakespeare—rested neatly in the palm of your hand as Wanda watched you inspect it with eager curiosity. You had mentioned your love of poetry once, and with her own collection sitting in the comfort of her own home, she decided to give you one of the books that she loved so much. It was romantic and a tad bit cliché, she’d have to admit, but to make you happy just as you did for her was the only thing she wanted from this.

Wanda brought a hand up to scratch the back of her neck, her eyes darting down to the book in your hand, "Well, I-I appreciate the beauty in romance, yes."

"Thank you for this. I’ll make sure to read it over break," you say, holding the book tightly between your chest and your arm before turning to make your way out of the door. "See you next semester."

Wanda had pondered it, thinking how long the two weeks of winter break would feel with you away from her. The weekends already felt like too long of a wait before Monday came around—the first day of each week when you stepped foot in her class. She looked forward to every day because of you and loved thinking about you on the weekends, then she’d repeat it all over again. But, two weeks. Two whole weeks without seeing that pretty face of yours or hearing that quiet, pretty voice of yours—it sounded dreadful.

"(Y/n)?" She called out to you before you could step out of her empty lecture hall. "Can you stay for a bit? I have something to ask."

She asked you out to dinner in the next few minutes after going on a quite adorable ramble about her being so enamored by you that she couldn’t help but ignore her own boundaries as your professor and ask you out on a date. She was confident but, at the same time, so anxious to hear what you had to say about it. The stare you gave her after her little speech was enough to make her want to dig a hole so deep into the earth and crawl into it so that she’d never be able to see the light of embarrassment. Wanda watched as you clutched the book she gave you tightly in your arms. By this point, she was so sure you’d turn her down given how long you were taking to answer.

Of course, when you answered, she couldn’t process it correctly for the first few seconds, but as soon as she did, her eyes lit up just as brightly as the sun on a clear day. The smile she was biting back was contagious, making you roll your eyes and smile back as she fought the urge to wrap her arms around you. And for a moment, you even thought as if you could imagine a tail wagging back and forth behind her in excitement. You both agreed on next Friday night at eight in the evening, when she would pick you up, take you out to a nice restaurant, and treat you like a queen. You deserved a lovely evening out, and Wanda couldn’t wait to share it with you.

As she went about her daily tasks leading up to that Friday, an uncontainable excitement welled up within her, and she couldn't help but steal moments to envision the evening ahead, leaning back in her office chair to imagine the upcoming night with a dreamy smile on her face, the prospect of sharing dinner and conversation with you filling her mind. Her heart raced with anticipation, wondering what you’d wear on that night, wondering how even prettier you would seem so close next to her, wondering how your hand would fit in hers, and wondering if you’d let her steal a kiss or two, or maybe, if she was lucky, even more. And god, she prayed for all of the luck to be on her side for even just one night.

When Friday came, Wanda rushed home from her office at the university to get ready before she would drive to pick you up at the address you had emailed her—she forgot to ask where you lived, but before she could ask, you had emailed her your address a couple hours earlier. She smiled at the thought, being so excited for the date that she forgot to ask one of the most important questions. Wanda settled on wearing an all-black suit, one of her favorites, and made sure to smooth out every wrinkle with a precise touch, each movement revealing the anticipation bubbling beneath her calm exterior. She knew that your choice of attire was a mystery, and her all-black ensemble was a versatile canvas, ready to complement whatever you had in mind.

But, fuck, when she saw you—God, she was just in pure awe at the sight of you.

Wanda arrived a little bit early, the anticipation of your dinner date bubbling within her. She parked her car outside of your apartment building and leaned against it, one foot casually crossing over the other. She glanced at her watch, checking the time, but her heart raced with a different kind of countdown. As the moments passed, Wanda’s excitement only grew. But when you finally emerged from the building, the sight that greeted Wanda left her speechless. The dress you wore wrapped around your frame perfectly, the silky fabric resting on your soft curves, along with a daring slit that ran up your thigh, revealing a glimpse of your leg with each step you took, and it drove her absolutely crazy. Wanda's breath caught in her throat as she gazed at you; the sight of your shy smile made her heart race even faster.

Fuck, she wanted to say. And for a moment, she struggled to find her words, but not less than a second later, she managed to regain her composure, a smitten grin forming on her lips, "You look beautiful, (Y/n)."

"Thank you, Professor," you replied, smiling innocently up into her eyes in a way that drove her insane. "You’re looking pretty amazing as well."

Wanda couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at your compliment, but she was still spellbound by the stunning vision before her. She offered her arm to you and walked with you towards the car, opening the car door for you. But, she couldn't shake the image of that tantalizing slit in your dress; the glimpse of your leg driving her senses into overdrive.

Throughout the night, Wanda found it nearly impossible to tear her gaze away from that slit in your dress. The subtle but alluring glimpse of your skin had cast a spell on her, igniting a fire of desire and fascination that she struggled to contain. Each moment she spent with you, Wanda's mind wandered, and she’d stumble on her words as she spoke, all because of her thoughts returning again and again to the sight that had driven her senses wild earlier. She couldn't help but steal glances at that tantalizing slit in your dress whenever you shifted or crossed your legs, her heart racing each time her eyes traced the path upward. And every now and then, you would catch Wanda's lingering gaze, a knowing smile playing on your lips. You seemed to relish the effect your attire had on your professor, your confidence growing as the evening progressed.

The date was going splendidly, with you and Wanda engaging in lively conversations, sharing stories, and relishing each other's company. You laughed together, savored delicious meals, and exchanged meaningful glances that hinted at your growing connection. Both of you were having a great time, enjoying the chemistry and camaraderie that seemed to come so naturally. However, your dress, still with its tantalizing slit, had become a magnetic force that Wanda found impossible to resist. It was as if her mind had been spellbound, repeatedly drawn back to that alluring detail with every glance in your direction. While you spoke passionately about your love for literature and your dreams, Wanda tried her best to maintain eye contact and stay engaged in the conversation. But time and again, her gaze would wander, trailing along the path of that tempting slit.

She stared all night, wondering what it would feel like to run her fingertips against your soft skin, wondering how you’d look when you slip out of your dress slowly, wondering how you’d sound—and the precious imagery alone caused all higher brain function to abandon her.

As the night continued, Wanda couldn't help but feel overwhelming happiness. Your presence was intoxicating, and your smile was a beacon that lit up the evening. It was a feeling she had longed for—the joy of being in the company of someone who not only understood her intellectually but also stirred something deeper within her. You were perfect. So perfect. She wouldn’t have had it any other way. Wanda was proud to have even come this far with you and wondered if you’d allow her the chance to take you out for a second time. She would be glad, too. God, she prayed you’d want to.

Dinner ended sooner than both of you would have liked. Wanda found herself lost in the sight of you the whole night, wishing she could linger in the moment a little while longer. And the idea of taking you home felt like an interruption to a masterpiece still in progress. She held your hand as she walked with you slowly down the path back to her car, which was parked a few ways away for this very reason.

But there was one thing Wanda couldn’t get off of her mind as she led you inside her car and started the drive back to your apartment—your lips. She wanted so badly, more than anything, to kiss you. Those lips that had been speaking to her for the entire night—she wanted to taste them and feel them against hers. With every passing streetlight, the desire to lean over and capture your lips at every red light only grew stronger. Her heart raced, and her fingers gripped the steering wheel every time she thought about it. The desire to taste the sweetness of your lips was undeniable. Yet, she hesitated. The night had been so perfect, and she didn't want to rush things.

"Thank you for tonight, Professor," you softly as soon as the car came to a slow stop in front of your building. "I had a wonderful time."

"Well, it’s not every day I get to have dinner with someone as beautiful as you," Wanda said, turning her head to face you as her hand gripped the steering wheel.

"You really know how to lay it on thick, don't you, Professor?" You rolled your eyes, trying to fight back the laugh that almost spilled from your mouth.

Wanda grinned from ear to ear and glanced at the street in front of her for only a moment, "I mean, only when it’s the truth—"

Mid-sentence, just as Wanda spoke, you leaned in and planted a soft, sweet kiss on her cheek, maybe a tad bit close to the corner of her lips. It was a sudden, tender gesture that caught Wanda completely off guard, making her grip tighten around the gear shift of the car. Then, you gently place your soft hand on top of hers, causing her vision to go hazy with clouds of lust, devotion, and affection. You don’t miss the way her ears turned red as you pulled away from her face.

Eventually, Wanda found her voice, though it was tinged with surprise as she stammered out, "Well, that was... unexpected."

In her mind, truthfully, she wanted to ask you to do it again and again and again. Maybe she’d ask for you to kiss her lips next time, but she’d never let you go off to do anything else.

"I think you’re too much of a flatterer," you chuckled softly, your fingers gently tracing the outline of Wanda's hand on the center console. "Do you say that to all of your students, Professor?"

Still slightly stunned from the tiny kiss, Wanda turned to face you. Her usual composure had been momentarily shattered by the feeling of your lips against her skin, and she met your eyes with a genuine, heartfelt sincerity, "No… just you."

The words slipped out of her mouth, unfiltered and genuine, carrying with them the depth of her feelings. In that moment, Wanda realized that her attraction to you was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It wasn't just casual flirting with someone who she thought was pretty, as she did in the beginning; it was something deeper, something that had taken her by surprise the longer she had gotten to know you. Wanda's heart continued to race as she watched your playful expression soften, replaced by a warm and genuine smile.

"Do you want to come in, Professor?"

Wanda, still feeling the electrifying effects of the way your lips felt, faltered once more. The idea of spending more time with you was undeniably tempting, but she knew that if she continued this evening further, it would require every ounce of her self-control. Her hands ached to touch you, to run them along your waist and hips, and she longed to press her lips against yours over and over again. The dress you wore was not much help either; her eyes were always glancing down to that slit that showed off the soft skin of your leg. In her mind, a hundred affirmations echoed, each one urging her to say yes. So, she did.

You led her towards your apartment, hand in hand, walking down the softly lit halls of the building in a happy, expectant silence. Although she tried to hide it, Wanda could feel her own excitement building to an almost unbearable level. Her heart raced, and her breaths came a touch quicker as you led her to your place, the feeling of your hand in hers setting her skin on fire. When you reached the door, you fumbled for your keys with one hand, your other still firmly clasped with Wanda's. Your movements were deliberate, yet there was an undeniable excitement radiating from you, a subtle telltale sign that you, too, were looking forward to what lay ahead.

A sense of comfort washed over Wanda as she stepped inside, the atmosphere of your warm apartment enveloping her as she followed you in. She watched your hips as you walked in front of her, her cheeks and ears reddening at the sight once more. Your space was also thoughtfully decorated, exuding a lived-in charm that made it feel like home.

"I’m sorry about the mess. It’s usually tidier, I promise," you tell her, placing your bag gently on the counter in the kitchen before turning back to look at her. "I honestly wasn’t planning on inviting you in yet, but… I don’t know; I guess I couldn’t help myself."

Wanda, however, didn't seem the least bit bothered. Her warm smile remained unwavering, and she looked around with genuine appreciation. She swallowed the lump in her throat, her hands now stuffed into the pockets of her pants, coolly leaning against the wall, "No, I don’t mind it. And it’s not messy at all. It’s a lovely home."

Her eyes roamed over your cozy living room with its soft, inviting couch, adorned with a few well-placed cushions. The warm glow of dimmed lamps bathed the room in a soft, comforting light. Bookshelves lined one wall, their shelves cradling an eclectic collection of literature, each book seeming to hold a story of its own. The scent of a vanilla-scented candle lingered in the air. It was a cozy, lived-in scent that made Wanda feel instantly at ease—a reflection of you and everything you loved. And on your coffee table, amidst your own collection of books, she saw the one she had given you. It lay there, open and well-loved, with pages slightly ruffled and a bookmark placed near the end. In no way would Wanda have minded the mess at all, not when she was surrounded by the tokens of you and your life.

"I’m almost done with it," Wanda heard you say as she looked around your apartment. "The sonnets are really beautiful. I think I’m enjoying it better than his plays."

The professor raised an eyebrow at your claim, "Bold statement, (Y/n)… But I’m glad you’re enjoying it."

You smiled at her as you moved to get two glasses and a bottle of wine that you’ve been saving for special occasions, and this was definitely one of them. But when you turned to look back at Wanda, her gaze, once warm and affectionate, had intensified with desire and lust as she watched you pour the wine into the glasses. Her eyes held an unmistakable hunger, as if you were the most captivating thing in the world, and it didn't go unnoticed. Wanda's stare was so intense and filled with longing that it seemed to sear through you like a fiery caress. It made your heart race, and your breaths quickened as you tried to maintain your composure. With that look in your eye, you knew this night was about to get even more special.

"What are you thinking so hard about over there, Professor?" You asked with a smirk that made Wanda weak in her knees.

Wanda shook her head and bit her lip, her cheeks reddening at the topic of her own thoughts. She made her way towards you as you slowly lifted the wine glass to your lips. And although you were occasionally flustered by her intense gaze, you had a reputation for your own brand of composed charm. Wanda approached the counter where the wine glasses were placed, her fingers lightly caressing the stem of a glass as she lifted it herself. Her movements were fluid and sensual, drawing your attention like a moth to a flame. But this time, when she turned to face you, she found herself locked in a gaze that mirrored her own desire. Your eyes held a magnetic allure, an intensity that matched Wanda's in every way—your look was a silent challenge, a dare to see who would break first.

You brought the wineglass to your lips, and the woman in front of you watched with a heightened sense of awareness, her gaze locked onto the way your lips delicately touched the rim of the glass. Your soft and inviting lips seemed to beckon Wanda like an irresistible temptation. They glistened with the remnants of the wine, and a thousand thoughts raced through her mind. She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to taste those lips and feel their softness against her own. She wondered how your lips would feel, how they would respond to her touch, and how you’d moan into her mouth. And she couldn’t get her mind off of it.

"Professor," you spoke, setting your glass down on the counter before stepping close in front of her. "I think… you’re thinking too much."

Wanda’s anticipation was palpable, and she held her breath as you closed the distance between the two of you, her heart pounding in her chest. As you stood so close, your breaths nearly mingling, you sensed that she was still overthinking the moment. And finally, in a bold move, your hands reached out, gently tugging on her suit jacket, pulling her even closer. The touch was electrifying, sending a shiver down her spine as your lips met hers in a deep kiss. Wanda's breath caught in her throat as your lips met hers, and she melted into the kiss with a soft groan, moaning at the sweetness of your lips that she had been waiting all night to feel.

You led her to your bedroom with your lips never leaving hers and your arm around her neck while your other hand pulled her jacket roughly off her shoulders. A laugh bubbles against your mouth as you trip over the rug on the way to your room, but Wanda catches you with a chuckle, her hands at your waist holding you against her. Your lips fit so perfectly against hers, and the taste of you on her tongue unlocked all of the desires she had been trying to keep at bay. All she could think about was you. Mere seconds have gone by when your back finally meets the soft comfort of your bed, all while Wanda explores your mouth with her tongue. She indulges herself in the taste of you and tugs desperately at your dress, just as you tried to undo her belt, albeit poorly. The gasp you let out when Wanda moved her head down to your neck, sucking, licking, and nipping at your sensitive skin, distracted you from your current task, leaving her belt loosely unbuckled.

"Mmh, Professor…" Your bedroom was painted with your needy moans and Wanda’s soft grunts as she pressed herself against you, your body pressed in between her and the mattress.

"Wanda," she murmured into your neck, leaving marks on your skin as her mouth explored. "You can call me Wanda… Please."

You smiled and ran your hand through her hair, urging her to look at you and bring her face close to yours just for you to say her name in the sultriest way that made the woman in front of you physically stutter, "Wanda."

Wanda swallows the lump in her throat, dazed as she watches your lips as you spoke out her name. She parted her lips, unaware of the hazy look in her eyes as she stared at you. Dragging her tongue over her bottom lip, she subconsciously leaned in to press another kiss to your sweet mouth, but you cupped her face with a soft yet commanding touch before she could close the distance. Wanda's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing as your gentle fingers caressed her skin. She felt a shiver run down her spine as your touch lingered, trailing slowly from her face, down her neck, and over her collarbone. Your hands moved with deliberate tenderness, unbuttoning the rest of her shirt one button at a time.

And she could only watch; her eyes locked onto your hands as if they were the most mesmerizing thing in the world. Your movements were slow, each button releasing its hold on the fabric with a soft, tantalizing pop. Wanda, lost in the sensations of your touch, was in a daze once again. Her eyes remained fixed on your hands, watching as they worked their way down, unbuttoning her shirt one by one. Your fingers brushed against her skin, leaving a trail of warmth and desire in their wake. With the last button undone, you gently slid Wanda's shirt off her shoulders, and it slipped down her arms, a whisper of fabric gliding to the floor. You couldn’t help but smile at her, hovering over you with a black bra on, her pants unbuckled, and her hair tousled from all of the making out. God, was she beautiful.

And Wanda thought the same thing about you, if not more. You still had your dress on, and the way you spread your legs a bit so she could settle comfortably on top of you did nothing but make her feral. Wanda’s mouth practically watered at the sight of your exposed skin. With a gentle and curious hand, her fingers danced along the skin of your leg, slipping under that same tantalizing slit that had been teasing her the whole night. She kissed your chest as she did so, but with the way you were squirming underneath her, Wanda couldn’t get the thought of your hot, naked, trampling body out of her head. And she could feel it—fuck, that lacy underwear you were wearing—as if you had planned this all along. It was driving her absolutely insane.

"You can take my clothes off for me," you whispered lowly into her ear, and for a moment, Wanda froze at your words.

Soon enough, her hands started pulling roughly at every piece of fabric she could get her hands on. She needed to see you. She was going to lose it if she didn’t see you. And despite how rough her hands were, Wanda carefully slipped the dress off of your body, undoing its zipper in a way you almost didn’t notice. But all caution was thrown out the window when Wanda finally laid eyes on your half-naked body. It was black lace underwear that you were sporting, and all she could think about was how stunning you looked. She sat there for a while, frozen and heated, her eyes raking over every inch of your body. To think that you were wearing this underneath that goddamn dress this whole time, god, it makes her absolutely exasperated with desire.

"I’m getting a bit cold here, Professor," you smirk, your fingers trailing up her pants, finally meeting her undone belt once again. "Warm me up a little?"

"Yes ma’am," Wanda breathed out and nodded, her hand ghosting over your skin once more as you opened your arms and urged her to come closer—the sight causing her to melt and a question she didn’t even think twice about spilling from her mouth. "Can I fuck you? Please?"

Almost immediately, Wanda leaned down and pressed her face against your body, littering soft and hot kisses along your stomach, up the valley of your breasts, your collarbones, and to your neck. She would lick, suck, and kiss all over again, marking your skin with the prettiest bruises. You almost forget to answer her question when she starts kissing you, but she pleaded once more. To let her do whatever she wanted, just say the word, and she’ll make sure to make you feel so fucking good.

"Please," she begged you, whining only slightly as she kissed your neck. "Please, (Y/n). Please—I'll do anything, I—"

"Touch me there," you said, slipping your hand into hers to lead it down to your warm, clothed center. "Right there, Wanda."

You let her fingers press against the fabric, feeling how undeniably soaked you were. Without a second thought, Wanda immediately circles your clothed pussy with the pads of her fingers, just getting lost in the feeling of your wet heat. Her jaw slowly drops as she watches her own fingers play with your cunt. She pressed even harder the moment she finds your clit underneath the thin fabric and when you moaned, arching your back slightly in the process, she lost all self-control. You don’t even get a second to catch your breath as Wanda immediately starts clawing at your underwear, pulling your bra off of your chest in the quickest way possible. And, when she moved her hands back to your panties to uncover the very treasure she was yearning for, you suddenly heard an unmistakable sound—the sound of fabric tearing.

Your eyes widened in disbelief as Wanda stared at the torn piece of underwear in her hands, "Did you just—"

"I’m sorry." Then she kissed you to give you something else to think about other than the fact that she just ripped your precious, laced underwear.

"You ripped—"

She kissed you again, murmuring against your lips, "I’m sorry, baby."

"That was expensive, you know. I just got it last week," you said, rolling your eyes, wrapping your arms around her neck as she continued to kiss your skin all over again. And it was working—when you felt her lips kissing you and sucking on you, you could barely think about anything else.

The corner of Wanda’s lips turned upward at the thought of you buying lingerie just for her, "I said, I’m sorry. I’ll get you another one, I promise… But, right now, I really want to fuck you. I want to fuck you until you can't move. Let me make you feel better, baby? Please."

Wanda's plea hung in the air, her voice a desperate whisper filled with desire. When she turned to look back at you, she did so with an intensity that made your heart race even faster. Already blushing from the heat of the moment, you felt your cheeks grow even hotter and hotter. Your gaze locked onto Wanda's lidded eyes, and you could see clear as day the raw need inside of them.

Your lips parted, and a deep, crimson blush spread across your cheeks. With a soft voice, almost breathless, you finally gave in, "You’re lucky I like you, Professor."

You were going to say more, but you couldn’t help the gasp that fell from your lips when Wanda dips two fingers into your pussy without any warning. She could feel you tense up around her waist, and your hands moved to grip her biceps as she started pumping into you at a slow pace, easing her way up to a faster one. Wanda’s jaw dropped once again, moaning as she felt just how tight, warm, and wet you were around her fingers. She could feel every sliver of you, your spongy walls wrapping around her digits, and you gasping right into her ear. God, it was so perfect. You are so perfect. She could fuck you like this forever.

"Does that feel good?" she asked, looking up at you with lidded eyes while her fingers continued to make their way in and out, in and out.

"Yes, right there," you nod quickly, moaning in her ear as your grip on her arms got tighter, trying to hold on for dear life as Wanda gradually got faster and faster. "You feel so good inside of me, Wanda. So good—ah!"

The woman reveled in your praise, unable to hold back her own moans as she watched her fingers, glistening with your slick, sink deeper and deeper.

"You’re sucking my fingers in, baby." And you truly were. Her fingers are buried deep in your pussy, and almost immediately, she finds that weak, spongy spot inside of you and begins to torture that button. With your moans getting pounder and louder, she penetrates deep against it, groaning into your neck as she listens to the music of your moans and whimpers.

After a moment of getting lost in the heavenly sounds that were spilling from your mouth, Wanda pulls your leg over to your chest, pumping her fingers in and out at a much faster pace than before. With her digits accelerating in speed, your body jolts and your moans go up an octave as Wanda continued to fuck her fingers into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling her press against that sweet spot inside your pussy over and over again, building up to the climax she had been working diligently to witness. And finally, the band holding you together finally breaks, your body succumbing to one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had in your life. Wetness pools all over her hand, and your pussy clenches tightly around her fingers. Wanda melts at the sight of your trembling body and shaky legs as your hands grip onto her biceps even harder, trying to hold on as she helped you ride out your climax.

When you calmed down, legs trembling against her, Wanda carefully pulled her fingers out of you with a squelch. She stared down in awe at your wetness, glistening all over her fingers and dripping down her hand. With her lips parted and eyes glued, you could not help but smile as you were catching your breath, still a bit hazy from the orgasm she had just given you. When you felt like the professor was taking a bit longer than expected, you reached down and gently brought her hand close to your face, her eyes following as you did so. And when you opened your mouth, you dragged your tongue slowly over the length of her fingers, and all Wanda had the strength to do was watch.

"Fuck," Wanda breathed out as you licked her hand clean of your essence.

You pulled Wanda in by the neck to kiss her, and she groaned into your mouth when she tasted your juices on your tongue—the taste of how good she made you feel. After pulling away to catch your breath once more, Wanda made her way back down again, leaving kisses along your skin as she traveled to the heavenly space between your gorgeous legs. And with mere inches away, she could smell you, smell the taste of you, and it lingered on her tongue, only making her yearn for more. The scent of you floods her senses, and she leans in with lidded eyes, lost in the thought of having you come right into her mouth. God, she wanted it—she needed it.

She was so close—her mouth was so close. You were right there, all ready in her mind for the grand meal she was about to indulge herself in. And with a soft but firm hand holding her head back by her hair, you stopped her.

"Not yet," you told her, shaking your head slightly as your fingers threaded through her hair.

"What?" Wanda gives you another dazed look, confused and almost frustrated with the fact that you interrupted her on her way to a heavenly meal.

"Not yet," you repeated once again, louder and clearer, with a more demanding tone. "I want you to watch me."

With her eyebrows raising in surprise, Wanda wondered what it was you had in store for her, "Watch you?"

With a teasing smile, you took your hand off of Wanda’s head, slowly dragging your fingers against the inside of your thigh, then in between, the soft pads of your fingers meeting your clit. There was nothing else Wanda could keep her eyes on except the way you pressed softly onto your clit, with another moan slipping out. Your clit was wet and slippery, coated with your juices. You could feel her heavy breath against your pussy, just centimeters away from her face, and all Wanda could do was stare. The sound of your quiet whimpers filled her ears, and it took everything inside Wanda not to dive in, face first, into your heavenly heat.

You must’ve known. You must’ve known what you were doing; keeping her desperate and begging while also checking if she’d be good and obey. And although it was hard to keep away, Wanda followed your orders and watched. With her eyes stuck to that precious button you were torturing all by yourself, she couldn’t help but pant slightly, like an obedient dog waiting for its signal to start eating.

Soon, you were getting close all over again, and Wanda was disappointed that it was not her doing. Although your moans and whimpers were more than enough to fuel her desires, waiting to touch you almost became unbearable, but she remained still, her eyes still glued to your pretty pussy as you touched yourself.

"Let me—Let me touch you," Wanda pleaded, unable to take her eyes off of the way you were rubbing your fingers against your sensitive bundle of nerves. "Please, let me help."

"N-Not yet," you said again, your body writhing more and more as each second passed.

With a groan, Wanda dropped her head down against the plush, inside part of your thighs, holding you down as you chased your own high. She kept watching with her mouth open as she resisted each and every urge in her body that told her to ignore your order and just jump right in, but she held herself back. She didn’t even know how, but she knew that once you allowed her, you’d reward her with the best meal and orgasm you could ever give her.

And just as you were about to hit your peak, you let one word slip, "Now."

Wanda finally opened her mouth and let her tongue fall. Her jaw drops as she lets her tongue travel from the bottom to the top, dragging it through your folds and swirling it messily around your clit. The taste of you was as blissful as angels singing in her mouth, as if her tastebuds had been blessed by the gods themselves. Your cries and moans rested well on Wanda’s ears, doing nothing to stop her from eating you out so fervently. A pleasured groan fell from Wanda’s muffled mouth as you tugged harshly at her hair, Her breath was hot, and your pussy had you squirming beneath her. It was heaven for Wanda. God, she’d give everything if it meant being able to live the rest of her days down here, with her head between your legs and your pussy in her mouth. She’d be set for life.

Your poor clit was already so sensitive, and Wanda was lapping at you like a thirsty dog. Your precious brain couldn’t even focus anymore, and all you could think about was Wanda’s tongue. And because of how close you were just before she started, your orgasm started to build higher and higher in a matter of seconds. Her mouth showed no remorse, and the lewd noises only made you flush deeper. With her thighs squeezing her head between your thighs, Wanda devoured you, holding you still with ease despite your constant squirming. Then, she wrapped her mouth around your clit, and sucked, and sucked, and sucked, and sucked, until she had you screaming her name into the air as you came inside of her mouth.

And yet, she doesn’t stop.

"W-Wanda, I—"

"Not yet," she said, voice muffled as she continued to fuck you through your orgasm, her tongue swirling and licking every crevice in and out of your sex.

Your words die in your mouth, and you let out a squeal as she buries her tongue right into your pussy all over again, licking and swirling it inside of you as you whined about how it was too much for you to handle. But, she kept going anyway. And fuck, you felt incredible wrapped around her tongue; it drove Wanda insane. Your body was hot, trembling at the mercy of her touch, screaming out as Wanda continued to overstimulate you. She was now far from being gentle. How could she? When you had been teasing her all through the night with that slit in your dress and those eyes that were begging her to do something? Occasionally, she’d open her eyes to see you arching your back, screaming into the pillow, and it made Wanda moan against your pussy, the vibrations doing more to stimulate you.

With her eyes glued to your body as your legs tensed around her head and your stomach clenched as you moaned, Wanda whined and pushed herself further into you. Her hands were now spreading your folds open as she dragged her tongue up and down your fold before wrapping around your clit once more. Even when you finally gushed inside her mouth, she kept going, even with your entire body enveloped in shivers, as she savored each and every drop of your essence.

"I think–It’s too much—" you tried to say.

But, she just hit you with the same words all over again, "Not yet."

And she’d make you come a third time, then a fourth, then a fifth—until you couldn’t take it anymore. By the end of all of it, Wanda goes back up to your face, her heart racing faster as she sees your tear-stained cheeks and a lazy smile on your face as you try to look at her. She wipes them clean with her thumb and kisses them with her lips, using her other hand to calm your trembling body by running it along your quivering legs.

You reach out for her with a whimper, trying to grab hold of her, begging for her care as she soothes your body. Wanda smiles and re-kisses each bruise she left on you, all the way up until she makes it to your mouth. She kisses you softly and gently, and you can taste yourself right on her tongue. Nuzzling your face into her neck, Wanda pulls your body to lay on top of her, securing a tight and comforting hold on you as you began your drift to sleep.

It’s everything Wanda could have ever wanted—to be with you. It was perfect. You were perfect.

"You did so good, Wanda," you said sleepily into her skin, muffled as you spoke. "So good for me."

"I think I should be the one saying that, (Y/n)," she replied with a proud smile as she ran her hand through your hair. Eventually, her hand rested on your cheek, soothing her thumb over your skin as you began to let your eyes flutter closed at her soothing touch. "You are… so beautiful, darling… So perfect."

You almost fall asleep after a few seconds. Her touches, the feeling of her breathing, and the way her skin felt was everything you ever wanted and more. Wanda laid there with the same thought in her head, her heart filled with an overwhelming sense of love and contentment. As she gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, she couldn't imagine a more perfect moment.

“I have something for you,” you say, voice rasp and groggy as you moved reach something from the drawer of your side table. “It’s nothing special… it’s just… you keep losing your card, so..”

You couldn't help but feel a touch of nervousness. You had spent hours searching for the perfect gift, wanting to express you affection for Wanda in a meaningful way. Yet, when you were finally about to give it to her, you couldn't help but feel a bit shy about its simplicity.

But then, Wanda's eyes lit up with curiosity as she accepted the small box and carefully opened it. Inside, she found a cute red lanyard with a playful pattern, and her heart swelled with affection. She held it delicately in her hands, her fingers gently tracing the tiny pattern that adorned the fabric. It was a simple yet thoughtful gift, and she couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for you for choosing it.

Your shyness melted away, replaced by a radiant smile, as you watched Wanda’s joy. You couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth, knowing that your gift had brought a smile to the professor’s face.

Wanda turned towards you, her eyes soft with emotion and her heart full. She reached out and gently cupped your cheek with her hand, her thumb tenderly brushing against your skin. With a sweet and sincere smile, Wanda leaned in slowly, her lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss. Your lips met like two puzzle pieces finally fitting together, and for that moment, the world seemed to fade away.

“It’s perfect,” Wanda says, unable to suppress the way her lips curved upward. “Thank you.”

Then, each day as you arrived for class, your heart couldn't help but skip a beat when you saw Wanda. What caught your attention immediately was the sight of the red lanyard that Wanda wore around her neck. It didn't matter if Wanda's outfit matched the lanyard or not; it was always there, a constant presence, and a sweet reminder of the thoughtful gift you had given her. On some days, it stood out vividly against Wanda's attire, a burst of color that added charm to her ensemble. On others, it contrasted playfully, a delightful pop of red against more subdued colors. But in any case, it was always there.

Over the next few weeks, You and Wanda found yourselves in a whirlwind of newfound affection and stolen moments. In the classroom, your glances became a language of your own. Wanda would catch your eye from across the room, and a playful yet affectionate smile would curve both yours and her lips. It was as if you shared an inside joke, one that no one else in the class could comprehend. As the days went by, their desire for each other grew. They were days off of stolen kisses, lingering glances, and shared smiles that only you could fully understand.

One day, in the middle of a lecture, Wanda couldn't resist the urge any longer. She discreetly slipped out of her seat and gently tugged at your hand, pulling you slightly behind and into a closet at the back of the room, out of sight from her classmates' curious eyes. With a mischievous smile and a twinkle in her eye, Wanda leaned in and pressed her lips against yours. It was soft and tender, a tantalizing taste of their affection that left both of you breathless. The classroom continued with the lecture, seemingly oblivious to the hidden exchange.

Yet, for Wanda, those stolen kisses were like sweet secrets shared only between the two of you.

— navigation!

[admirationandromantics]

Stress-reliever

Okay, so another request! I really like this one, and I had a lot of fun writing it too. Sorry it took so long, but I try to work at an acceptable pace. Anyways, this story is about reader having an assignment and being hella stressed because she can't understand anything. Josh, her friend, comes over because she doesn't answer any of his texts or calls and gets worried about how hard she's pushing herself. And he knows the best way for her to relax...

Word count: 3k (Unedited)

I let out a silent scream, slamming my fist into the book. Goodness sake, why was this so difficult? I look at my word count, and it’s nowhere near finished. I don’t even have a good point I’m writing about. Everything I’ve written before this has been great, or at least good. This was the exception. I don’t understand the lectures, I don’t understand the book, I don’t understand anything. No shit my essay would be trash. 

My phone start plinging, but I ignore it. I have to get this. Maybe I’ll read the chapter one more time. I’ve lost count on how many times I’ve already read it, but I don’t have anything better going for me. I tried youtube videos, getting someone to explain it to me, reading, writing, everything. This was stressing me out, and the deadline is in one week. I don’t have good sources, or backups. I can’t change the theme. 

The phone rings again, but this time, I put it on silent. I have to get this, I need to understand it. Maybe I need a breather? But I don’t have time. I stand up and walk to the window. I can at least get some fresh air inside, I deserve that. I click the lock, pulling the window open. The fresh winter breeze flows into my room, shuffling my papers and pulling my hair. The outside arena has been filled with water, making a large skating rink. A bunch of people are skating, some with families, some while holding hands. They’re probably all finished with tests, exams and deadlines. I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the ice cold air. A shiver runs through me, and I take it as a sign to sit down again. This essay isn’t going to write itself. I correct my papers and open the book in the right chapter again. Just keep reading, just keep reading. I’ll get there eventually. 

***

A loud knock is heard on my door, pulling me out of my trance. I’ve written how much? 4 sentences? At this pace, I’ll have to pull all-nighters all week. Someone knocks on the door again, and I check the time. It’s late, not too late, but who would be here at this time? I get up from the desk, walking to the door and unlocking it. Outside in the hall, Josh is standing with his stupidly cute smile and a plastic bag. 

“Josh” I sigh weakly, hugging him while putting all my weight on him. I’m so tired, so stressed and sick of my studies. 

“You look horrible” he whispers back, hands going around me to stop me from falling on the floor. 

“Thank you, I appreciate it” 

“Have you been outside today?” 

I look up at him, giving a guilty smile. He sees right through me and rolls his eyes. I let go, opening the door wider to let him in. 

“Brough you take-out, figured you were too obsessed with whatever you’re doing that you haven’t eaten”

“You’re an angel” 

“I know” he smiles, putting the bag down and pulling off his jacket. He goes to sit in my desk chair, glancing over all my notes. 

“Hard stuff” he grabs a paper, reading quickly over the highlighted lines. I turn to the food, taking out the different boxes. Chinese food, how sweet of him. 

“I’ve never been this stressed in my entire life” I complain, my neck sore and eyes tired. I grab a roll, eating it quickly. I’m apparently very hungry too. 

“You know, I actually wrote about how stress affects-” 

“Stop!” 

“What?”

“I don’t want to hear about how it’ll kill me, you psychology majors are insane with your theories” 

“It’s not a theory”

“Do you really think knowing this will help me or stress me out more”

“Yeah, you’re right” 

I take another roll, sitting down on the bed and eating it. 

“You know, you could do something more stress-relieving…”

He’s smiling, but I don’t know why. I don’t have time to do anything else right now. But, if it worked, I’d probably understand and write much faster. The offer is tempting. 

“Like what?”

“Well, according to your stress-patterns you-”

“Don’t psycho-analyze me” I threaten, pointing a finger at him, my hand now empty again. He puts his hands up, smirking. That stupid smirk. 

“Fine, okay. Let’s think of normal things then… taking a hot bath”

“I showered this morning” 

“It’s not to get clean, it’s to relax” 

“No, next” 

He shrugs, shaking his head in disbelief. I know I’m difficult, but he’s still here, so I haven’t cracked him yet. 

“Go for a walk?”

I laugh at him. No way I’m going somewhere, and when inspiration strikes I’m not there to take advantage of it. It might hit when I’m 20 minutes from home, and when I get back, it’ll be dead. 

“How about I put it this way Josh… I’m NOT leaving my room” 

He thinks hard, trying to come up with something. I subtle darkness coats his eyes as he looks up at me again, and I smile, intrigued by what he’s come up with. 

“I can only think of one more thing” 

“And that is?” 

He opens his mouth, but stops himself and snickers. I’m left in the dark. 

“Nah, you probably wouldn’t want to” 

I look around confused, throwing my hands out. I’m literally open to anything as long as I can relax a bit. 

“Oh, please tell me, I’m desperate” I whine jokingly, making him laugh. 

“Oh really? How desperate?” 

“Incredibly desperate, I’ll do anything” 

“Anything?” he asks, and I can already sense that I’ll regret saying it. He leans forward, loving that he knows about this secret thing which I don’t. God, he’s a prick. 

“Yes, now tell me” I urge, my curiosity overwhelming. 

“Fine, okay” he leans back on the chair, looking me up and down. “I mean, I could help you relax a bit” 

“With what?” 

“Jesus Christ” 

“Will you just tell me Josh?” 

He stands up, making his way over and cornering me with his arms. Oh. Ooooh… I heat up just from the thought, getting wetter by the second as I think about all the erotic possibilities of this encounter. 

That’s what he meant. I almost feel stupid for not getting it at first. But I have to remember that we’re friends, and this is a very intimate act. Would I really want to jeopardise our friendship for an essay? I already feel my body betraying me, heart racing quicker than my thoughts. 

My body gets the better of me, and I lean into him, capturing his lips and throwing my arms around him. He doesn’t waste time, returning the favour and leaning over me, pushing me back on the bed. Hand goes to my thigh, lifting my leg up. He places himself in between them, staying over me with the help of his other hand. A tight squeeze over my knee makes me gasp, and he uses the opportunity to put his tongue in my mouth. He explores all of me, touching in all the right places, occasionally rubbing where he senses I feel weaker. I pour all my tension into him, another form of it building up in my stomach, begging to be satisfied. 

“Josh…” 

He doesn’t stop, mouth instead moving to my neck as he kisses and sucks. 

“Tell me if you want to stop” he whispers against my skin. I don’t want to stop. I’ve wanted this for a long time, and using my stress as an excuse? I don’t know what will happen after this, but I do know that I want to fuck him. For as long as possible. 

He hits my spot under my jaw, making a loud involuntary moan escape my lips. I feel him smirk against my skin before biting down. My hand immediately flies to my mouth. It would not be good for me if the other people in the nearby dorms heard me. 

“I want to hear you” He’s quick to take hold of my hand, trapping it over my head, pressing my whole body down on the mattress. God he’s hot, I’ve never seen this side of him. I always thought he was ‘just talk no action’, but apparently I was wrong. 

“Fuck” I whimper, feeling messy and needy for him. He knew what he was doing, and it was working a little too well. 

“All my calls, all my texts, everything left unanswered…” 

“I was studying” I breathe out, voice high on ecstasy. His knee goes between my legs, and I lean against him, letting myself grind down on his leg. 

“Was it not just a trick to get me here? Don’t think for one second I haven’t seen those glances you give me when you think I’m not watching” 

“Josh…” 

“Don’t worry, when I’m finished with you, you wouldn’t  have to be so secretive anymore” 

He grabs the hem of my sweater, making me sit up a bit to drag it off. I’ve been home alone all day, so a bra was not necessary, leaving me half naked, the cold winter air from the window making my nipples hard. 

“Oh lord…” 

“Not gonna even the playing field?” I tease, tugging at his shirt. He laughs and unbuttons it, undressing quickly and throwing the garment on the floor. He does the same with his belt, dragging it off his jeans and leaving it on the floor. I feel a tug on the bottom of my pants, and he drags them off with ease, leaving me only in my panties. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful” he comments, laying himself on top of me again and capturing my lips on his. I feel around his upper body, gracing each curve and muscle. My hands wander to his back, pulling him closer, making him lay more of his weight on me. The kisses get wetter and sloppier as we keep going, my pulse going faster than ever before. I pull away a little, needing to take a breath. He uses the opportunity to work on my chest, kissing down my collar and groping my chest. His mouth keeps sucking, leaving dark marks all over my upper body. 

“Josh, please” I whimper, feeling the need overcome me. This is too much, I need him down there, fucking me senseless, just as I’ve always wished for. 

“I love hearing my name coming out of those pretty lips of yours” 

He moves lower, kissing the inside of my thighs and stroking my folds over the soaked fabric. 

“You’ve been wanting this for a long time haven’t you?”

I take a couple of deep breaths before answering, my body dysfunctional from all the waiting and different types of simulations. 

“Y-yes I have” 

“And you finally got what you wanted”

“Please” 

He raises his head, looking up at me. That stupid smirk is still plastered on his face as he’s come face to face with the reactions he gets out of me. 

“Say it again” There’s no use fighting him, my body begging to be touched. 

“Please” 

“Again” 

“Josh, please” 

“As you wish” 

His head goes down again, biting and licking my thigh as his fingers slowly drags my underwear off. It falls off my feet, and his tongue takes a long lick over my folds. My immediate reaction is to close my legs, but his hands stop me, holding both of them in their place. He takes a chance, one of his hands moving to my heat, stroking over the wet area. 

“You’re already so ready for me” 

His tongue finds its way to my clit, licking soft circles as one of his fingers moves inside me, curling upwards. My legs jolt again, but he doesn’t mind, instead keeps pumping his finger and getting me off with his tongue. I feel my edge come closer, and I try to hold it, not wanting to come so incredibly fast. 

“I know you’re holding back dear” 

I try to come with a reply, but it leaves my lips as incoherent erotic melodies, going in tact with his rhythm. He takes out his hand, relieving some of the pressure which is begging to be let out. I try to steady my breathing, but am interrupted as he puts another finger in, filling me even more up. His tongue applies more pressure than before, and I can’t control myself as I come all over him, spilling my juices down his fingers and lips. 

I take deep breaths, ecstasy washing over while throwing my head back. Fuck he’s good. I feel my legs twitch from all the action, pent up stress and energy leaving my body as the high lowers. 

I hear something hitting the floor, and look up to find him standing in front of me. Naked. Big. Holy shit, how am I supposed to take that. 

“You look scared” he smiles, going on top of me once again, giving me sweet kisses. I taste myself on him, but the passionate nature of it is almost… romantic. 

“Just, surprised” I manage to breathe out. 

“Oh, you haven’t seen nothing yet” he teases, giving me another passionate kiss. His dick graces over my folds, coating itself in my last high. His hand goes down to adjust himself, but before he inserts himself, he looks down at my flushed face, waiting for something. 

“You want this?” 

“Yes I fucking want this, Josh please” 

He doesn’t need to hear anything else, slowly inserting himself in me. I throw my head back, feeling him fill me up, widening my walls. He groans as he keeps going, letting out a deep breath as he’s all in. He waits a couple of seconds, still holding himself up over me. 

“Fuck, you feel so good” he exclaims, cheeks red and breath heavy. 

“Please keep going” I urge him, and he starts moving. Slowly going out and slamming deep into me again. It takes a couple of pushes for him to get his rhythm back. The room fills with both our moans, and I pull him down, killing some of them on our lips. 

He takes hold of my thigh, pulling my whole leg up, letting himself deeper inside. My nails scratch his back as he keeps going, both of our orgasms building up. I hold on to him, chest against chest, his pelvis rubbing against me as he slams himself in and out. 

“Let me ride you” I whisper, and he stops for a bit, taken aback by my request. 

“You sure?” 

“Get on your back” I breathe out, trying to sound stern. My tone fails me, and I just sound desperate instead, but I don’t mind. I want him, I need him. He obliges, laying down on his back. I move on top of him, and he looks up at me, mouth agape and eyes blank. He’s so turned on, so hard and so desperate. Probably as needy as me. I steady myself, lowering my body onto him, letting him inside. I bit my lip to stop my noises, feeling him go deeper than before. 

I watch his face, cheeks still pink and skin shiny. His mouth keeps opening, letting out the most vulnerable sound I’ve ever heard from him. 

“And I thought you looked good on top” I start, feeling a smirk find its way to my lips. “Turns out you’re even better under me” 

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come” he whimpers, grabbing hold of my thigh, bouncing me up and down on him. 

“That’s the goal” I lean down, kissing his collar and neck while still bouncing my ass on him. 

“You’re so incredibly hot” 

His grip tightens, probably leaving red marks which’ll last for days. I feel my core building up, getting awfully hot and tight. 

“Josh, I’m going t-”

“Do it, do it” 

I can’t hold myself, coming all over his cock, tightening around him. I give a cry, body sweaty and hot as I try to keep the rhythm going. The pain starts getting to me, the cause of overstimulation and exhaustion. He notices, and uses his hips and arms to turn us around. 

I slam back into the maddress, my breath being knocked out of me. I don’t get time to regain it as Josh ups his pace, slamming into me harder and faster. I grip the sheets, trying to stay grounded as I feel my whole body rocking back and forth. He leans forward, intertwining my hand in his, while still keeping up the pace. I grip his hand hard, tension building up again as he uses the other to rub my clit. 

“I love you like this, all fucked out” he whispers, making me tighter. I wince as I come another time, pain and pleasure shooting through me. I’ve lost feeling in my legs, letting them hang weakly around his waist. He grunts and moans, burying himself in me as he reaches his orgasm. I feel him twitch inside me, sloppily pulling out as he collapses beside me. His hand goes to my chin, turning my head towards him before leaning forward for a kiss. I let him, sinking into the small action. 

“Still stressed?”

“More exhausted, but no, I’m not stressed” I explain, slowly regaining control of my pulse. 

“Need a power-nap?” I nod, and he walks to the bathroom, coming back with a warm wet cloth and cleaning me up. We both drag ourselves to the top of the bed, getting under the covers and relaxing. I lean into him, feeling his body sink down. 

I think about the essay, everything I could’ve done in the time we fucked. The theme is hard, and the texts are difficult, but… Shit!

“Omg” I exclaim, sitting up. 

“What, is something wrong?” he asks, looking up at me with concern. I stand up, walk to the desk and grab my computer before laying down with him on the bed again. 

“I suddenly understood this one passage” I exclaim, not feeling that tired anymore. I actually understood something! Finally! 

I open the computer, and start typing on the related paragraph. This was gonna be good, I could finally get the parallel I wanted, and compare it to the subtext. 

“Well, I’ll be laying right here if you need me again” he makes himself comfortable, kissing my chin and letting his fingers rub soft circles on my arm. 

[jjks1ut]

Need Help?

pairing: nanami x reader

summary:with the upcoming test you have for biology your boyfriend has quite the sly way to help you study.

cw:explicit content, edging, cockwarming, pet names, sexual tension, fingering, spanking, overstimulation, praise, teasing

a/n:here I am with some more jjk content since I've been lacking in my posting for the past few months with school and all, hope this is a read you can all enjoy as always ;)

You still can’t believe how you ended up here, but there you were nestled on Nanami’s lap at his place with his cock right there at the walls of your clenching wet pussy. There you sat with all your clothes strewn into some pile on the floor while he sat there practically half clothed giving you that ever so smug look while you mercilessly begged for his pleasure barely able to move with the tight grip he held at your waist. 

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You had just left your last class for the evening on a regular Friday night, it was the perfect time to be hanging out with friends and probably even get wasted at a club or two. But, with your most recent grade in biology dropping down to a 50% you grew a little concerned with the possibility of failing the next assessment that would be just the following Monday.

‘I advise you get yourself situated with a tutor.’,was your biology teacher's last words to you as she handed out the papers on your way to leave the lecture hall.

“What an asshole”, you thought to yourself as you made your way from the train station as you texted your boyfriend furiously about your frustration with the professor’s attitude.

 ‘Omg Kento I can’t believe my professor and her damn attitude, I know I need a tutor with my grade and all but she doesn’t have to be in my ass about it :(‘.  You texted him and like always you could already see he had read the message and was ready to respond in a matter of seconds.

‘Your grade? Are you failing a class?’, he had texted you, and you could already feel the overbearing concern from his side.

It had been known from the start of your relationship but your boyfriend Kento Nanami was a nerd, almost like the ones in movies. Constantly studying, always in the library, and you could never catch this man with a late assignment. Even if he was practically on his deathbed he would make sure he turned in that one history essay. 

And funny enough the way you two first met had been through him as your tutor in the first place when through enough sessions together you found yourselves in a heated make our session somewhere buried in the back shelves of the college’s library.

‘It’s nothing, it's just a simple 50%. The semester only started so by my next exam I should be able to fix it’, you texted back trying to make excuses for your poor scores, but you knew Kento wasn’t there for that bull where you would constantly procrastinate. 

As a new message flew into your inbox.

‘Cancel any plans you have, you're coming over to my place later to study’, he had texted back. 

‘Take a nap or whatever you need to do, I want you over before 7’, Nanami added as well. It was a strange request that even made you a little frustrated at how he was trying to order you around. 

Even so, you always enjoyed a good time at your boyfriend’s place. And, who knows, probably you’ll get something out of it by the end of the night ;).

So there you were just having woken up from a nap an hour prior as you began to get yourself ready. Luckily, you didn’t mind coming over either as you two lived just a block or two away as in just a matter of minutes you were already in front of his door ringing his bell.

“Hey”, he gave you a soft smile before wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you in for a soft kiss on the cheek. 

He may have been strict when it came to work and how he felt about grades but he wasn’t an asshole. He cared about you to the fullest extent he could at the end of the day

So As Kento was helping you with your jacket, put it in some closet nearby you could see he was clearly serious about studying. There across his coffee table in his living room was filled with worksheets, and even some books on the subject of biology. “Oh you meant actual studying?”, you whispered under your breath not even realizing he heard you. 

“What did you think we were doing?”. He questioned taking a quick look over his shoulder as he was bringing you two drinks back over to the coffee table as he made himself comfortable next to you.

“No nothing Nanami”, you laughed softly which coaxed a small smile as well from his previously stern expression. “Well, have some liquids in your system I know we’re gonna be doing a lot of talking”, he jokes back as he hands you your drink. 

“Oh shut up”, you teased back but taking the beverage even so.

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“Nanamiii, can we go on break.”, you whined to him as you dropped your pencil on the coffee table sitting back to give Nanami your best puppy dog eyes. You were sitting beside him on the couch only an hour and a few minutes into the study sesh yet already on your 10th break. But come on it wasn’t your fault when your hot ass boyfriend was right beside you watching you keenly as you worked. Like how the fuck were you supposed to focus when all that fogged your mind was thoughts of him.

From the way his well manicured yet veiny hands ran over your workbook reading over your work. The way he would constantly reassure you as his fingers ran long and languid movements along your spine bringing an ache to your core.

All these actions left you with nothing but scenarios of him fucking you from behind right there on that couch, kissing down your neck as his hands ran along your thighs, anything would make you calmer if it wasn’t for how handsome Nanami was even minding his own business.

“Are you listening?”, he called out as his palm was over your thigh, pinching it softly to catch your attention. You could see on his face he was slightly worried but a bit of annoyance lied in his face as well.  “It’s only been an hour since we started and at least 80% was spent on these breaks”, he frowned.

It killed you to see Nanami this way  when the last thing you wanted to do was piss him off. “I'm sorry it’s just I can’t focus alright? From the worksheets to the flashcards, do you have any other methods?” You spoke up as you watched a small grin form on his face and even a suspicious bulge peeking from the zipper at his pants.

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So there it finally was as Nanami’s cock was buried deep within the brim of your walls. “So remind me what the calvin cycle is, hm?”Nanami whispered low as his finger took a casual flick at your aching clit that was begging for his touch as he continued to edge you even so.

“N- Namai?, please you know I-,” you whimper. This had been going on for a third of an hour or so. Nanami would ask you a question from your study sheet he had set up for you  and you would answer. simple, right?

And without you even being able to finish your sentence another firm slap landed on your bare ass as he had slipped off your pants from earlier. 

“Wrong”, he spoke cockily. You knew your boyfriend was more experienced then he put on, as even during your first time together you never expected all that he had done that night. But what was happening here was nothing compared to the original Nanami you saw in this bedroom. Usually he was such a caring lover as he catered to all your possible needs during your passionate nights. 

Now a contrast was brought as Nanami was showing pure dominance not taking any of your whiny pleads as he brought another snap that you had mewling his name like a bitch in heat.

“Don’t act like you don’t like this, either way you better prepare yourself because until you can remember this entire sheet we’re gonna keep at this” he continued on forcing you to look right at him as if tears weren’t rolling right off your pretty little eyes. With his words you nodded as he gladly wiped your tears with a small comforting smile, “Good girl”.

“So tell me what's binary fission?”, he now asked as you tried your best even in your fuzzy thoughts brimmed with the feeling of Nanami’s member throbbing from inside you. “Um, does it have to do with things with a single cell”, you huffed out as you could already feel the way your legs shaked and quivered as you tried to hold yourself up with the firm grip he held at your waist, and you could already feel your eyelids grow heavy just the same.

Yet Nanami notices quickly moves his hands to your hips and pushes you up, so that you're around halfway down on his cock. you let out a small shudder, and you can tell your almost there just is not correct yet. “And, what else”, he spoke as he pulled your face in close with a firm grip on your scalp.

“Reproducing”, you answer immediately and almost just as fast you're rewarded. Nanami allows you to ride him again. you move up and down a little quickly, scared that your boyfriend will rob you of the feeling before it's even begun. And the entire time you watch as he eyes your eager appearance as he pulls you in from that pull he had on the back of your head for a sloppy and heeded kiss.

“Nanami~, I want more-”, you whimpered as you grinded up against him eagerly but the moment was quickly stopped as he grabbed at your hips again and brought a slap down on your ass once more. “Fuck-, just answer the next question and we can finish for tonight”, he groaned close to letting you keep up with your grind on his cock. 

Nanami knew this was supposed to be a sort of punishment for your lack of focus but your pretty face ever so ruined by the smear of your runny makeup, your perfect bare body out in the open for him to use as he pleased, at this point fuck the work he wanted you right over this coffee table fuckong your brains out. 

“Tell me what a cell is.”, he asked, simply giving you a confused look. “But, Nanami, that's not on the-”. Quietly your words are shut down with another smack as you whimper at the slam against your rear.

“Just answer the fuckin question”, he practically begged you, so once you dumbly stutter, genuinely unsure of the answer Nanami can’t even care if its right.

From there you’re bent over the coffee table as your eyes are drooping, body aching and face hot as you stutter out your dumbfounded words of pleasure.

:)

“We should study like this more often”, he chuckles as you curled up against his chest as you were watching some stupid movie on the tv in front of you two. 

“I bet you remember way more now.” 

[plushyparfait]

DEATH NOTE UNIVERSITY/COLLEGE AU (because why not?)

part one :: Near , Mello , L

Random headcanons & art

Near

1. Near is the president of the university’s robotics club.

2. He never attends lectures in person, only watching recordings.

• Near prefers solitude and finds social interaction draining. Watching lectures at his own pace allows him to stay focused and avoid distractions.

3. He plays competitive online chess between classes.

• Near enjoys mental challenges and chess offers a way to test his strategies and keep his mind sharp while relaxing.

4. Near’s dorm room looks more like you just stepped into a Toys R Us than a place where someone sleeps.

• His collection of puzzles, toys, and models are a source of comfort and focus, keeping his mind stimulated even when he’s not working.

5. He wears the same hoodie almost every day, claiming it reduces decision fatigue.

• Near simplifies his wardrobe to focus more on his studies and hobbies, seeing no point in making unnecessary daily decisions about clothing!

6. He never raises his hand in class but always gets the highest scores on exams

• Near doesn’t care at all about showing off or impressing professors; his only concern is understanding the material.

7. Near has a meticulous calendar and study schedule, but only he understands it.

• His methodical approach to everything extends to his study habits, though his system appears insanely chaotic to others, it works perfectly for him.

8. He’s known for sketching detailed robots during lectures instead of taking notes.

• Near finds doodling and sketching helps him focus on the lecture, as his mind works better with a hands-on task to accompany the information.

9. He orders takeout almost every day, refusing to cook.

• Near considers cooking an inefficient use of time and would rather spend his energy on intellectual pursuits or working on projects. (At least that's what HE says to hide the fact he'd probably find a way to burn water whilst boiling it)

10. Near loves to leave cryptic or downright weird messages on the dorm bulletin board for fun (or to freak people out since no one's figured out who the hell''s been doing it)

Mello

1. Mello has a part-time job at a trendy coffee shop/cafe, but he always brings his laptop to work on assignments.

• Mello thrives in fast-paced environments and enjoys the energy of the café, but he’s too ambitious to let work get in the way of his academic goals.

2. He takes pride in his motorcycle and often rides it to campus even if it’s impractical.

3. Mello constantly competes with classmates, turning everything into a challenge.

4. He studies late into the night, fueled by energy drinks and chocolate.

• Sometimes, Mello’s intense personality and desire to outdo everyone pushes him to work harder than most, even at the expense of his health, so I can see him always bothering L or A to root through their med stash on a bad day.

5. He has a secret stash of stress balls, even though he pretends he doesn’t need them.

• Despite preferring to act tough, Mello gets easily stressed/anxious, and stress balls are a discreet way to manage his anxiety. He rather keep his peace and not get his issues looked at.

6. Mello never misses gym days, using working out as a way to release his aggression.

• Physical activity helps Mello balance his high-strung self, giving him a productive outlet for his frustrations.

7. He writes essays/assignments at the last minute because he couldn't actually be bothered but always manages to get top marks.

8. He has a complicated love-hate relationship with Near’s success.

• Mello and Near attended the same high school since Year 8. Mello resents Near for his calm, effortless brilliance but also deeply respects him as his closest intellectual rival.

9. He’s notorious for bringing loud snacks (like Doritos or Lindt) into quiet study spaces, just to annoy people. People being Mikami or A.

• Mello likes stirring the pot and pushing boundaries, even in the smallest ways just for the giggles but will ease up if someone is actually super upset.

10. Mello refuses to share study notes with anyone, even his friends. He rather watch you bleed out or something. Fend for yourself.

L

1. L sleeps in the student lounge more often than in his dorm.

• His irregular sleeping habits caused by his insomnia mean he’ll nap wherever he is when he’s too exhausted to stay awake, and he values convenience over comfort. Mikami's sick of having him curl up in his shower every time he invites him over.

2. He has an entire drawer in his room dedicated to different types of sweets.

• He CLAIMS it HELPS him think faster and stay alert during long study sessions. Liar. He's just a greedy little fellow.

3. L uses his position as a teaching assistant/tutor to solve difficult academic problems instead of actually helping students.

• L is more interested in challenging his own intellect than in teaching, so he sees the TA role as a way to gain access to tricky questions for giggles. Some poor students are ready to stone him for it....

4. He refuses to wear shoes to lectures and insists that thinking requires “maximum comfort.” If you say otherwise you're committing a hate crime.

• L’s eccentric habits extend to his fashion choices, and he’s convinced that anything uncomfortable distracts from his ability to concentrate, hence choosing more minimalist-type clothing. Sometimes he gets bullied into wearing shoes by Mr. Wammy. Sometimes.

5. L often shows up to class with food stains on his clothes because he’s always eating something.

6. He writes all of his assignments in incredibly small, illegible handwriting, frustrating professors.

• L doesn’t care about neatness, only content, and figures if he can read it, others should be able to, too. Poor you if you can't.

7. L has a habit of texting weird messages to his friends late at night of whatever the hell comes to his brain.

• His thought process often leads him down really fucking strange paths, and he enjoys sharing odd observations or philosophical musings at random hours. Light's just learnt to ignore him but Mikami's a light sleeper and too people-pleasing so he succumbs to the peer pressure and listens to L's nonsense. At least it's interesting sometimes.

8. He never takes notes during lectures but still scores perfectly on every exam.

• L has a photographic memory and trusts his ability to recall important information without needing to write anything down.

9. L never shows up to social events but always seems to know what drama happened at them before anyone else in the friend group.

• He’s highly observant and picks up details from casual conversations or watching people closely, even without directly participating. We love a nosy king who stays on top of campus nonsense.

10. He likes balancing objects in lectures from books to erasers etc just to see how tall he can make his towers. Sometimes even the lecturer gets distracted when they get too tall and wants to see what'll happen.

NEXT: MATT , BEYOND/BB, A/ADAM

notes: i'm actually a bit pleased that my art's improving a little! aside from that, i wanted this au out my brain so bad and i finally did thank god. then i can probably start a mini series (???) we'll see.

[philocalistherz]

«──« ⋅ʚ study methods ɞ⋅ »──»

➴ September 28, 2024. ₊˚ෆ

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ೃ⁀➷ reading’s menu ༉‧₊

💭— a table to study complex subjects and prepare essays about it. May contain main or secondary arguments, other’s sources / authors referenced and key words, important dates or works quoted.

𖥔 First column: name of the book or article i’m referencing or reading.

𖥔 Second column: key points with color code.

𖥔 Third column: questions that pop out through the lecture / questions to consult the professor.

𖥔 Fourth column: terminology and its meaning to the author in particular.

𖥔 Fifth column: page count.

🤍 c o l o r • c o d e x 🤍

𖥔 B4DAF9 [baby blue]

— main argument.

𖥔 FEE1E8 [soft pink]

— reference to another author / work.

𖥔 DBE6DB [baby green]

— Key words.

𖥔 F9E9D5 [coral]

— doubts to consult.

𖥔 BC96CD [lavender]

— secondary argument.

ೃ⁀➷ anatomy of a good essay༉‧₊

💭— A tactical guide to approach whatever essay. Function as a template for redacting one.

𖥔 title and quote related to the subject.

🤍 i n t r o d u c t i o n 🤍

𖥔 hook line: grab the attention with a simple phrase, don’t formulate closed questions.

𖥔 context: background information and general panoramic about the object of study (what, who, when, why and how)

𖥔 statement: includes the topics and highlights important arguments and point.

🤍 b o d y • p a r a g r a p h 🤍

𖥔 theory: personal point of argument.

𖥔 evidence: examples that support the theory.

𖥔 connection: associations between your points and the authors points, can be in favor or not.

𖥔 interrelation: a link to the conclusion section.

🤍 c o n c l u s i o n s 🤍

𖥔 statement: condense your point or argument

𖥔 summary: key points and statements all around the document in a conclusion.

𖥔 double hook: let your professor wanting more without leaving loose ends.

ೃ⁀➷ blurting method ༉‧₊

💭 — An useful tool to complex and extent subjects, it can work well with another type of studies. You’ll need the following:

𖥔 name the block: assign a general title about what are you studying right now.

𖥔 material: observe and read two or three times the texts to mark with the color code.

𖥔 memory game: set aside your text and notes and grab a blank page to write down everything that you remember from the notes in consistent sentences.

𖥔 look back: read your notes and add with another color the information that you missed, use this time to look external sources and find meanings/ simpler synonyms of important concepts.

ೃ⁀➷ feynman technique ༉‧₊

💭 — an active way to remember and comprehend complex subjects, can be alone but functions well with a study group.

𖥔 the topic: choose one of the themes that the academic program has, a complete subject. Apply the blurting method or your notes from the reading’s menu.

𖥔 go down to earth: explain on paper or in a whiteboard the subject like you were speaking to a child.

𖥔 revision: compare the explanation paper with your notes and with another color of pen write missed key points.

𖥔 crumble: to a final revision an repeat the process until you can do it without consulting your notes or menu.

ೃ⁀➷ crow method ༉‧₊

💭— an organization guide to save time and study puntual subjects without (sometimes) distraction.

𖥔 collect: find all the themes, sub jets and topics discussed in class and classify them in order of importance / apparition.

𖥔 prioritize: annotate due dates and set reminders with alarms at least for 2 days before the due time; again organize this information in order of importance.

𖥔 construct: mark the most heavy is difficult subjects, units, the dates of important tests and alternate with simpler activities, don’t forget include spare time to take some rest.

𖥔 rank: make space for maximum 2 study sessions per day, balancing your personal life with you study life. try to always separate your spaces, study outside bed.

[ last updated September 28, 2024]

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[mj0702]

okay this is going to be so long i am so sorry

exams:

the most common format

they are set on any day like not in the class exams are done in like another room (either one of the largest lecture halls if your class is smaller like <100 people, or more commonly theres like 3ish classes in the gym and were like given rows so one class is like a-f then so on to ✨organize it✨)

they are very fucking strict, like they release the schedule for ALLL the exams for the university during reading week (late october) and then you plan accordingly to take them on that date and time they set and if you want to change anything for most reasons they will laugh in your face and say suck it up, also changing the exam format takes like every single person in that class physically signing their agreement and if ONE person says no the exam can not change!! also the profs often dont even consider allowing that anyway (obviously accommodation and stuff are different but thats either like accessibility or extenuating circumstances)

so you often will have an exam anywhere from monday to sunday at any time between 8am and 7pm starts and theyre usuallyyyyy 2-3 hours!! (ive never had a longer/shorter one), typically they include like a multiple choice thing and then short, long, and essay questions but it depends on the class and professor!!

less common format:

sometimes exams are put online :D for various reasons (though i cannot confirm if they do that for the snow problems bc im lucky enough to have had exams situated just outside of those), tho i did have an exam released at noon on friday and due at noon sunday so that is possible (this exam was originally a 3pm sat exam that we convinced the prof to move online!! tho that only worked bc its a small class and department and the prof knew all of us very well, this class was like 15-20 people lol)

and ive heard of final assignments and presentations, but for those theyd just be in the regular class times before the exam period starts

leading to my final point that some classes dont have exams, more common for like online courses or like assignment/coursework heavy courses (very very very uncommon ive NEVER heard of it for psychology, bio, chem, physics ((psyc is science at my school)), or maybe math etc courses tho for some math courses you may get cheat sheets/formula sheets so thats nice)

but obviously ive not taken EVERY type of course (i do however know a decent bit bc i have friends in a many different degrees lol)

okay midterms:

midterms are serious, they are like an exam (they are an exam) just less formal! but they dont always exist like it depends on the class (personally i had 3 classes with midterms this past semester but two classes had two midterms each -same prof for both classes- so i wound up with 5 midterms anyways)

you write them usually on a set day thats like within your class time, so its like going to class and writing a test, but like a test on steroids bc the exam and midterm are almost identical in difficultly most times!!

however midterms CAN be set on saturday or sunday if the prof fucking wants to (this is common in chemistry at my uni) so yeah :)

okay i think this is all questions answered!! but yeah exams and midterms are like big for me!! theyre often also worth large amounts of your grade (in my two classes with 2 midterms each exams and midterms made up 75% of my final grade, each 25%), and while 25% is a bit bigger for one exam in my degree, theyre typically like 15-20% of your grade each!! so not a small impact if you were to fail!

overall, this is just MY university when it comes to specifics and my university is like slightly smaller than some of the others. however, i also know this is common for surrounding universities!! like i know for my lil southern portion of my province (where a lot of LARGE and well known canadian universities actually reside lol) this is not completely out of left field like its relatively common to hear about it!!

but yeah again im so sorry for how long this is!! :D

-lil canadian :))

I'm just gonna post it like this without reading it 😅😅

[princesseswritebooks]

100 Days of Productivity (4/100)

Things I did today (and it's only 4pm)

Sat through a lecture I didn't want to be at (cause I was sleepy)

Studied at the public library (school library was closed bc chapel)

Finished my Renaissance Lit assignment

Submitted 4 late assignments (I'm catching up)

Scheduled my missed tests

It's not a bad day but I still have more to do. I plan to --

Finish annotating chapter 9 of my textbook

Read the poems for tomorrow's class

mess around with essay ideas on John Donne

[dhampiravidi]

🚿 my muse has busted out the bath bombs for yours ((Cass with a whole array of trusty bath time stuff- bath bombs, bath salts, bath milk, luxurious bubble baths, flower petals and such specifically purchased for bath time, scented candles, etc- knowing that Jayn has been really stressed out, insisting that she needs to pick some scents and go take a nice, warm, bath and relax~ Can be at Caleb's place, or Cass's (since she has a bathroom off of her own bedroom with a bathtub), or even when the OT4 is all together! Either way, she's gonna try to make sure that Jayn gets to relax and nobody bothers her! <3))

Jayn was on the verge of crying when Cass texted her, asking if she was still free. The girls (also short for girlfriends) had planned their hangout a week in advance, so Jayn didn't want to cancel. But gods, it'd been so hard.

Finding her loves had been nothing short of a miracle, if not a godsend. Between learning she had magic, discovering the beauty of Ipswich, befriending her new friend-coven*, and going on her first date, her initial semesters in college had been great. But that had been when she was going to USM online. She'd transferred to Harvard starting in Fall '09, so she could stay with her newfound family, and the school was slowly killing her. She was smart enough to only take 4 classes, and yet every week left her drained, if not in tears. When she wasn't stressing out over a test or a big essay, she had some cryptic assignment instructions to decipher. Basically, Jayn constantly felt dumb, and her anxiety was through the roof. Twice, Caleb had found her sobbing, wrapped up in her sheets like a wet burrito. He gave great hugs and advice, but he was supposed to be focusing on his debates, not to mention his own assignments. It was the same with Pogue, who still worked part-time on top of swimming for the school's team, and Cass, who mixed astronomy with her Gen Ed stuff. No one was supposed to be helping her.

The moment she saw her girlfriend (after she reluctantly yanked on some clothes and brushed out her matted hair), Jayn hid in her arms, wanting nothing more than to snuggle. She told the usual lie (that she was fine, just had some allergies) and then teleported them back to Cassia's room. She wasn't sure if she had enough energy for a spirited conversation, much less a movie watching, but Cass was worth trying. And then Jayn found soft hands covering her eyes, marching her through the house.

Something smells nice. Like Cass. She smiled to herself, daydreaming about shrinking down and falling asleep in the older girl's pocket. Cass would keep her safe, far away from snippy professors and cold lecture halls...

"OK, you can look!" Those soft hands disappeared right as Jayn opened her eyes--to see something out of a rom-com. Cass's tub (which she'd seen a few times now, hehe) had turned into a fairy spa. The water was a light turquoise color, one that was so shy it seemed like a portal to another world (or maybe a clean, faraway sea!), and a thin layer of foam sat comfortably on top of it, along with a few flower petals. And then, there were tea candles in Jayn's favorite colors (silver, indigo, and pink) gently glowing throughout the room.

She couldn't help it. She broke, whimpering softly as tears ran down her face and soaked her shirt. Cass, of course, was right there, kissing her head plenty of times before she pulled Jayn into a comforting hug.

"N-no one ever--I n-never," Jayn tried. Cass simply shushed her and held her a bit longer. "W-water's gonna get cold..."

"So we should get in, then!" They undressed each other, used to keeping out of each other's way, then sat in the tub, one behind the other. Cass used a washcloth to sop up some warm water and let it run down her love's chest, making Jayn hum happily. It wasn't long before they were exchanging slow kisses and snuggling, just enjoying each other's company.

Jayn would be OK. She'd made it this far without her found family, but they'd be there if she needed them.

*as opposed to friend group! Used to refer to the OT4 + Tyler, Reid, and Aaron :D

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Week 13: Observation/Reflection Pt1 - Academics

Finally pushing through the final week of classes filled with quizzes, tests and oral presentations! On Friday, after catching up some well-deserved sleep, I got to hang out with some Taiwanese friends I met in the Tennis club! As international students who have already been in Singapore for a decent amount of time, they took me to a mall - The Star Vista, located right next to the Buona Vista MRT station. We followed recommendations on the Internet and found an amazing Korean restaurant! We shared dishes and the price was $30 SGD per person - quite expensive but it was worth it as an end-of-semester celebration!

(Kimchi Stew with ramen, Chive Pancake and Fried Chicken!)

Now that classes ended, I'd like to reflect on a few things I have observed in courses and how academics was different from Umich. Here at NTU, be ready to experience being graded in a true bell curved manner (even for language classes!). The school is honestly untransparent about grades and since the letter grade heavily depends on your peers' performances, one way you could do is to email professors individually to ask for average score and grade distribution to know about your class standing. I have finals for 3 of my classes, each weighing 60% of my final grade (that's also the main reason I'm staying here on campus, locking in for finals...)

EE 2101: Circuit Analysis (equivalent to BIOMEDE 211) is one of the core courses I took this semester. Besides online lectures, in-person review lectures and tutorial sessions, there are 2 labs where students should attend based on their assigned time slots. The lab structure is more similar to that of physics lab at Umich. We were divided into a group of 2, worked on the questions following the manuals, and submitted a lab report by the end of the day. Personally, labs were super challenging for me, but I was pretty lucky to have helpful lab partners and friends who walked me through the process when I got lost.

(A snippet into what the circuit lab looked like - It took me a while to learn how to turn on the machines, read data/waves and work on the breadboard)

Language classes were my favorites! I learned a lot from both of my Spanish and Korean lessons. In Level 1, everyone was new to the language, so there was no pressure practicing with my peers; it had been super fun, and I got a chance to make some friends just by talking and STRUGGLING together. The school does expect a lot from students even in Level 1: We started writing essays and having long conversations for oral tests (describing pictures, presenting on the stage) even though our vocabularies and understandings of grammar were still limited.

Angela Chang

Biomedical Engineering

IPE Nanyang Technological University in Singapore

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Wait I’ve never done this ok… his name was w

POV: you’re me

It’s a philosophy class

You join late in the registration period. You’re wearing a red long sleeve button down to class because you wanted him to take you seriously. Little did you know he was going to be young…the same age as your boyfriend. 26. Teaching professor for the grad program.

My heart skips a beat. “He’s so cute” I think to myself as I wonder as I’m mentally planning my next outfit to his class.

Next week I show up in a goth outfit my hair and makeup done to reflect the sultry feelings I can’t help but explore. I can feel everyone in the class looking at me. I look so good but it’s only for him. After class I walk up to him and in a barely audible whisper ask how I should make up the missed quizzes from the first week. He leans in to hear me and I see him blushing. His face is as red as a tomato. I ask him when his office hours are and he trails off….

I can’t believe I caught him off guard I think to myself. He can’t even remember his office hours time or location. *I think yes he likes me*

I feel my heart pounding out of my chest as I walk up the stairs to his room in the philosophy department. I sit down across from him even though he has a comfier chair next to his desk. I was nervous. He seems more calm here. I am in my head. Does he know I like him? Does he see my hands trembling? I ask him for a piece of paper, I take the quiz and leave.

Fast forward to another lecture.

The topic of sadism and masochism comes up by another student and I was doodling in my book and my eyes shoot up and I look at him. He’s blushing. I think I was the only one in that room who had the same thought.

I noticed from the first day, after class, he had a mole on his upper lip…it was so cute. I thought— I could imagine kissing him. His blush pink lips and brown hair.

In office hours the next week I tell him I work at a thrift store and he mentions his wife. I shut down for a minute because I didn’t even know he was married. Damn. The next week I’m outside with some of my classmates waiting for them to ask him questions. One student brings up the tag on his sweater. I giggle a little and he says “I thrifted this recently”

My heart skips a beat. We use purple tagging guns. He has a purple tag. Does that mean he went to my work? Was he looking for me?

Fast forward another office hours meeting (I missed a lot of quizzes that semester) he’s explaining the difference between two philosophers and keeps saying Kant instead of someone else and correcting himself finally he says “fuck..*name of philosopher* ”

Then in another office hours I studder and say fuck because he is just so perfect and I can’t even formulate a thought in front of him.

At this point I want him and bad. During class I imagine him taking me behind the desk from behind. Fucking me in front of everyone. Lifting up my skirt and rubbing my panties with his bludge.

Anyways… he’s a pisces and I looked up their kinks…feet and other things but in his examples he constantly talks about shoes and feet and I notice that I wear my unif boots to class. I feel like he was talking abt me in that moment.

Whenever he walks into class and I’m early I don’t look at him on purpose to throw him off. I think it works because giving him the validation after through prolonged eye contact drives me crazy. Can it truly just be one sided?

When we break out into discussion groups I can tell he’s watching me because when I look at him he smiles and diverts eye contact and blushes. After the discussion was over he asked if we had any questions to our group but only looked at me while saying it.

Regardless the craziest thing that happened was on our final day during the exam. It was an essay we had to write in person.

I didn’t have time to get ready so I throw on a sweater as I’m late for the exam by 30 minutes. I walk in and he explains the test I sit down and context *I had done an extra credit assignment previously.* We were suppose to pick a film and analyze it in regards to our class. I chose the sexiest one and I wrote about it. I look over at him and I see him fidgeting with his legs nervously and he has the trademark blush going on with his face. I wonder what he’s looking at.

I get home and see that he had graded my extra credit during the exam…he was reading my erotica analysis basically and blushing!

Anyways during the exam I asked a question and I could smell lingering coffee on his breath when I went home I came thinking back on the smell of coffee. Additionally he kept walking back and forth in my row of seats and I swear it felt like he was smelling my perfume. Pistachio and vanilla by urban outfitters :)

Anyways this happened and I needed to write it somewhere because my friends think I’m crazy when I try to convey this and it’s been eating me alive and what better way then to write it out and get it out of my head and heart :))) ugh I wish he would reach out or I’d see him on campus but r.i.p he was everything ♥️

#teacher #teacherpet #studentprofessor #professor #erotica

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How AI is Revolutionizing Education: Transforming Learning and Skill Development

Artificial Intelligence (AI) has made its mark across industries, and the education sector is no exception. From personalized learning experiences to automated administrative tasks, AI is rapidly transforming how students learn and educators teach.

If you’re looking to build a career in this transformative field, enrolling in an Artificial Intelligence Course with Placement Guarantee in Kolkata can provide the perfect opportunity to gain relevant skills and practical experience. Let’s dive deeper into how AI is reshaping the education landscape.

The Rise of AI in Education

AI technologies, including machine learning, natural language processing, and computer vision, are making education more accessible, personalized, and efficient. By leveraging vast amounts of data, AI systems can offer tailored learning experiences, track student progress, and provide actionable insights to educators.

From virtual tutors to intelligent content creation, AI is not just a futuristic concept — it’s a present-day reality in classrooms, e-learning platforms, and academic institutions.

Personalized Learning with AI

One of AI's most significant contributions to education is personalized learning. Every student learns at their own pace, and AI-powered systems adapt the curriculum to match individual learning styles and strengths.

Key Features of AI-Powered Personalized Learning:

Adaptive Learning Platforms: AI algorithms analyze student performance and adjust learning materials in real time.

Smart Content Creation: AI tools can generate customized study materials, practice exercises, and interactive simulations.

Personalized Feedback: AI provides immediate feedback on assignments, helping students identify areas of improvement.

With an Artificial Intelligence Course with Placement Guarantee in Kolkata, you’ll gain hands-on experience in building and deploying adaptive learning models.

Virtual Assistants and Chatbots in Education

AI-powered virtual assistants and chatbots are becoming common in educational institutions. These systems answer student queries, provide study tips, and assist with administrative tasks.

Benefits of AI Chatbots in Education:

24/7 availability for student support

Instant responses to common questions

Assistance with course registration and exam scheduling

Feedback collection for continuous improvement

Learning to design and train AI chatbots is a valuable skill taught in leading AI courses.

AI for Administrative Efficiency

Administrative work can be time-consuming for educators and institutions. AI automates routine tasks such as grading assignments, scheduling classes, and maintaining records.

Applications of AI in Administration:

Automated Grading Systems: AI can evaluate multiple-choice tests and written essays with accuracy.

Predictive Analytics: AI predicts student outcomes, allowing educators to intervene and offer additional support.

Attendance Monitoring: Facial recognition systems powered by AI ensure accurate attendance tracking.

An Artificial Intelligence Course with Placement Guarantee in Kolkata can prepare you for developing AI solutions that optimize educational administration.

Enhanced Accessibility with AI

AI is breaking down barriers to education, making learning accessible to individuals with disabilities and those in remote areas.

Examples of AI in Accessible Learning:

Text-to-Speech and Speech-to-Text Tools: AI-powered tools assist visually or hearing-impaired learners.

Real-Time Translation: AI translates lectures and course materials into multiple languages.

Learning Analytics: AI detects when students face difficulties and offers alternative resources.

AI professionals who specialize in inclusive technology are in high demand. With an AI course, you can contribute to creating a more equitable learning environment.

AI-Powered Assessments and Feedback

Traditional assessments often fail to capture a comprehensive view of a student’s abilities. AI introduces intelligent assessment methods that evaluate both cognitive and non-cognitive skills.

Features of AI-Driven Assessments:

Real-time adaptive testing

Gamified learning assessments

Behavioral analysis to detect learning patterns

By enrolling in an Artificial Intelligence Course with Placement Guarantee in Kolkata, you’ll learn how to design effective AI assessment systems that provide meaningful insights.

Preparing for the Future with AI Skills

The growing role of AI in education has led to an increased demand for AI professionals. AI experts are needed to design intelligent learning platforms, analyze educational data, and develop AI applications.

An AI course equips you with key competencies such as:

Machine Learning and Deep Learning

Natural Language Processing

Data Analysis and Visualization

AI Model Deployment

With guaranteed placement, you can step into rewarding roles like AI Engineer, Data Scientist, or AI Consultant in leading educational institutions and EdTech companies.

Conclusion

AI has undeniably transformed the education sector, making learning more personalized, accessible, and efficient. As AI continues to advance, its role in education will expand further, offering endless opportunities for innovation.

If you’re passionate about building a career at the intersection of AI and education, now is the perfect time to enroll in an Artificial Intelligence Course with Placement Guarantee in Kolkata. With comprehensive training and assured placement, you’ll be well-prepared to contribute to the future of AI-driven learning.

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Effective Strategies for Acing Your Online Exams

In the fast-evolving digital landscape, online exams have become the norm for students across various educational institutions. With the convenience of taking tests from home, these exams also bring unique challenges such as time management, technical issues, and the need for self-discipline. Whether you are preparing for an online test or seeking help with online exams, adopting the right strategies can make all the difference. All Assignment Experts provides valuable insights to ensure you perform at your best in your online assessments.

Understanding the Format and Requirements

One of the first steps to excelling in online exams is understanding their format. Online exams can vary from multiple-choice questions (MCQs) and open-book tests to essay-based assessments and timed quizzes. Review the exam guidelines thoroughly, including:

The number of questions and their types

Time duration

Rules regarding open-book or closed-book exams

Technical requirements such as software or browser compatibility

Creating a Study Plan

Effective preparation is key to success. A structured study plan helps you cover all necessary topics systematically. Here’s how you can create one:

Break down the syllabus: Identify key topics and allocate time accordingly.

Set daily study goals: Small, consistent study sessions are more effective than last-minute cramming.

Use online resources: Leverage e-books, academic websites, and video lectures.

Practice past papers: Solving previous exams helps you familiarize yourself with the question pattern and improve time management.

Managing Time Effectively

Time management is crucial in online exams, as many assessments come with strict time limits. Here are some tips:

Allocate time per question: Divide the total time available by the number of questions.

Prioritize easier questions first: Answer questions you are confident about before tackling challenging ones.

Keep track of time: Regularly check the clock to ensure you stay on pace.

Avoid spending too much time on a single question: Move on and return if time allows.

Ensuring a Distraction-Free Environment

Since online exams are taken from home or other personal spaces, minimizing distractions is essential.

Choose a quiet space: Find a well-lit, comfortable area to take your exam.

Inform family members or roommates: Let them know you’ll be taking a test to avoid interruptions.

Use noise-canceling headphones: These can help eliminate background noise.

Turn off notifications: Close social media and mute phone notifications to maintain focus.

Mastering Online Tools and Technology

Technical glitches can be a major hurdle during online exams. To avoid unnecessary stress:

Test your internet connection: Ensure a stable and fast connection.

Familiarize yourself with the exam platform: Practice using any required software or portals before the test.

Keep backup devices ready: If possible, have an alternative device in case of technical failures.

Save your work frequently: If the exam allows typing answers, ensure you save periodically to prevent data loss.

Developing Strong Exam-Taking Strategies

Even with thorough preparation, the way you approach the exam can influence your performance. Follow these strategies:

Read questions carefully: Misinterpreting questions can lead to incorrect answers.

Use the process of elimination: For multiple-choice questions, eliminate the wrong options first.

Keep an eye on word limits: If writing essays, stick to the required word count.

Stay calm and focused: Stress can lead to mistakes; take deep breaths if you feel anxious.

Seeking Professional Help When Needed

Sometimes, despite the best efforts, students might need expert guidance to ace their exams. If you require help with online exams, All Assignment Experts offers professional assistance tailored to your needs. Our team of experts provides tutoring, practice tests, and exam strategies to help you achieve top scores.

Reviewing and Proofreading

Before submitting your exam, take a few minutes to review your answers.

Check for errors: Look for grammatical mistakes or miscalculations.

Ensure completeness: Confirm that all questions have been answered.

Cross-verify answers: If calculations are involved, double-check your work.

Submit before the deadline: Avoid last-minute submissions to prevent technical glitches.

Maintaining a Positive Mindset

Lastly, a positive mindset plays a vital role in exam success. Believe in your preparation and stay confident. Get adequate rest before the exam and maintain a healthy routine to ensure you are mentally and physically prepared.

Final Thoughts

Online exams may seem challenging, but with the right strategies, they can be navigated successfully. By preparing effectively, managing time wisely, and ensuring a smooth technical experience, you can maximize your performance. If you need help with online exams, All Assignment Experts is here to support you every step of the way.

By implementing these strategies, you can approach your online exams with confidence and achieve outstanding results. Happy studying!

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TCM321 Assignment 4

Okay, here is a 400-word essay based on the content of the YouTube video you provided.

Validating Ideas Through User Interaction: A Technopreneurship Imperative

The lecture emphasizes the crucial role of direct user engagement in validating ideas for technopreneurs. Drawing on practical advice and illustrative examples, the speaker, Miss Cherish Delight Mahine, underscores the importance of talking to potential users, not just building a product in isolation. This interaction serves as a reality check, ensuring that the solution resonates with the target audience's needs and preferences.

A key point highlighted in the lecture is avoiding biased feedback. The video references "The Mom Test," a concept emphasizing the need to frame questions in a way that elicits honest responses rather than simply seeking validation. The speaker explains the importance of understanding their life, not just pitching your idea. By focusing on past experiences and specific scenarios, entrepreneurs can gather more authentic and insightful feedback.

The lecturer offers a structured approach to user interviews, emphasizing five key questions: What's the hardest part of solving this problem? Tell me about the last time you encountered this problem. Why was that hard? What have you already tried to solve the problem? What don't you love about the solutions you've tried? These questions are designed to uncover pain points, understand existing solutions, and identify unmet needs that the proposed solution can address.

The lecture then outlines practical steps for conducting effective user interviews. Preparation is key, including defining clear goals and selecting an appropriate interview method (preferably online, to observe non-verbal cues). The speaker also recommends creating a discussion guide with open-ended questions to encourage detailed responses. During the interview, it's crucial to minimize note-taking, prioritize listening, and clarify any ambiguities.

The lecture concludes by introducing the concept of a "value hypothesis" and providing a template for testing and validating assumptions. This framework encourages entrepreneurs to articulate their beliefs about how target users will respond to the proposed solution and to design experiments to test these hypotheses. This structured approach ensures that validation is not just a matter of gut feeling but a data-driven process. This can be achieved by using the test and learning cards, that will help with the assignment.

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Exploring the World of DIY Tech: Crafting Your Own College Gadgets In an era where technology governs almost every facet of our lives, students are continually seeking innovative ways to enhance their college experience. From managing a hectic studying schedule to juggling assignments and group projects, the academic journey demands efficient tools. But what if instead of investing in expensive gadgets, students could craft their own tech tools? Welcome to the world of DIY tech — a realm where innovation meets personalization. For those students feeling burdened by essays, they can always opt to pay for essays on essayservice.com while simultaneously delving into the exciting domain of creating their own college gadgets. Why DIY Tech for College Students? Empowering Autonomy and Ownership DIY tech not only introduces students to the world of innovation but also fosters a sense of ownership. Creating a gadget from scratch makes students appreciate the value of their creations, often leading to better maintenance and a longer lifespan of the gadget. Practical Application of Theory Often, in college, theoretical concepts dominate lectures. DIY tech offers a bridge between theory and practicality. Students get to apply what they learn in their electronics, physics, or engineering classes, offering a tangible understanding of academic concepts. Embracing Creativity and Innovation The DIY tech movement isn’t just about pinching pennies. At its heart, it’s a celebration of creativity. It propels students to think unconventionally, designing gadgets that cater specifically to their unique studying needs. This hands-on approach not only brings out their inventive side but also sharpens critical thinking and problem-solving skills — assets that will serve them well throughout their academic journey and beyond. Tailored Learning Experience The beauty of DIY tech lies in its adaptability. No two students are the same, and neither are their studying methods. By diving into the DIY tech world, students can tailor-make gadgets that echo their personal learning preferences. This personal touch ensures a more engaged, efficient, and enjoyable learning experience. Popular DIY Tech Projects for College Life Interactive Study Timetable Harnessing the power of basic programming and LED lights, students can create a dynamic study timetable. This visual aid can signal study breaks, assignment due dates, or even test days, helping students manage their time efficiently. Study Lamp with USB Charger With the influx of electronic devices in today’s studying routines, keeping them charged is essential. By enhancing a traditional study lamp with a USB charging feature, students ensure their devices are always powered up, enabling seamless study sessions. DIY Whiteboard Be it for quick math calculations, doodling diagrams, or sketching out assignment plans — a whiteboard is a student’s best friend. And crafting one tailored to personal preferences can be both fun and functional. Using materials like whiteboard paint on any flat surface, perhaps even adding grids or sections, students can create the perfect note-taking space. Noise-Canceling Headphones The college environment, be it dorm rooms or common study areas, can get noisy. For students craving some quiet, crafting their noise-canceling headphones can be the solution. With a few components and a bit of research, they can create headphones that block out distractions and elevate concentration. Incorporating DIY Tech into Daily College Routines Seek Feedback and Refine Once a project is complete, students should seek feedback from peers. This constructive criticism can lead to refinements and improvements, ensuring their DIY gadgets are optimized for performance. Document the Process Maintaining a journal or a blog about their DIY journey can be beneficial. It not only serves as a reference for future projects but can also be a fantastic

addition to a portfolio, showcasing students’ innovative spirit to future employers or academic institutions. Collaborate and Learn The DIY ethos is rooted in community. By partnering with classmates or joining online DIY tech communities, students can share insights, learn from others, and even embark on larger, more ambitious projects. Stay Updated with Trends Technology, by its very nature, is ever-evolving. Keeping a finger on the pulse of the latest trends ensures students’ DIY projects remain relevant. Subscribing to tech blogs, joining DIY forums, or even attending tech workshops can keep them informed and inspired. Conclusion The DIY tech movement isn’t just a fleeting trend. It’s an empowering journey enabling students to craft tools that resonate with their college life’s unique rhythms. As they juggle academic challenges, including the heaps of essays and assignments, there’s comfort in knowing platforms like paper writing services are available to support them. But beyond that, the world of DIY tech beckons, promising innovation, customization, and the thrill of creation.

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13 Study Tips For Students.

Studying effectively is about more than just spending hours with your books. It’s about adopting smart strategies, staying consistent, and caring for your mental and physical health. Whether you’re a high school student or preparing for university exams, these study tips, enhanced with pro strategies, will help you achieve better results.

1. Plan Your Study Time

Creating a schedule is a foundational step for effective learning. A clear plan not only keeps you organized but also reduces procrastination.

Set Daily Goals: Write specific objectives for each session, such as completing a chapter or solving five math problems.

Time Management Techniques: Use the Pomodoro Technique, where you study for 25 minutes and take a 5-minute break.

Balance Subjects: Rotate between subjects to maintain interest and avoid burnout.

Pro Tip: Use apps like Notion or Google Calendar to plan and set reminders for study sessions.

2. Understand Your Learning Style

Everyone learns differently, and identifying your preferred style can significantly boost efficiency.

Visual Learners: Use diagrams, charts, and color-coded notes.

Auditory Learners: Listen to podcasts, record lectures, or teach the material aloud.

Kinesthetic Learners: Engage in hands-on activities like writing, drawing, or creating flashcards.

Pro Tip: Combine learning styles to reinforce information. For example, watch a video on a topic, then summarize it in your notes.

3. Set Up a Productive Study Environment

Your surroundings play a significant role in your focus and productivity.

Keep It Organized: A clean desk minimizes distractions.

Eliminate Noise: Use noise-canceling headphones or work in a quiet area.

Good Lighting: Proper lighting reduces eye strain and keeps you alert.

Pro Tip: Add a personal touch to your study space, such as inspirational quotes, plants, or a vision board, to keep you motivated.

4. Break Down Large Tasks

Facing a mountain of work can feel overwhelming, so breaking it into smaller, manageable tasks is essential.

Chunking: Divide chapters or projects into smaller sections and tackle them one at a time.

Mini Deadlines: Assign yourself smaller deadlines for each chunk to maintain progress.

Pro Tip: Begin with an easier task to build momentum, then transition to harder sections when you’re in the zone.

5. Take Effective Notes

Good notes simplify revision and help you retain information better.

Highlight Key Points: Use different colors to emphasize important details.

Structure Your Notes: Use techniques like the Cornell method to organize your notes efficiently.

Incorporate Visuals: Mind maps, flowcharts, and diagrams can simplify complex topics.

Pro Tip: Rewrite or summarize your notes after class to reinforce learning.

6. Practice Active Learning

Passive reading or rote memorization is often inefficient. Instead, engage actively with the material.

Self-Quizzing: Test yourself regularly to check your understanding.

Teach Others: Explaining a concept to someone else helps you solidify your knowledge.

Solve Problems: Apply theoretical knowledge to practical questions or case studies.

Pro Tip: Record yourself explaining complex topics and listen to them later to reinforce learning.

7. Use Technology Wisely

Leverage modern tools to optimize your study sessions.

Apps for Focus: Use apps like Forest or Focus@Will to stay distraction-free.

Digital Flashcards: Platforms like Quizlet make creating and reviewing flashcards easy.

Online Resources: Access supplemental learning materials from websites like Khan Academy or Coursera.

Pro Tip: Use AI-powered tools like Grammarly to polish essays or Wolfram Alpha for complex problem-solving.

8. Master Time Management

Effective time management can transform your academic performance.

Prioritize Tasks: Focus on high-impact tasks first, such as exam preparation or projects with tight deadlines.

Avoid Multitasking: It reduces efficiency and increases the chance of errors.

Use Deadlines: Even self-imposed deadlines can motivate you to stay on track.

Pro Tip: Reserve your peak productivity hours for difficult tasks. If you’re a morning person, tackle challenging subjects early in the day.

9. Revise Regularly

Repetition is the key to retaining information over time.

Spaced Repetition: Review material periodically instead of cramming it all in one session.

Weekly Reviews: Dedicate time every week to revisit previously learned concepts.

Practice Tests: Simulate exam conditions to build confidence and improve recall.

Pro Tip: Use spaced repetition apps like Anki to schedule revisions for maximum retention.

10. Stay Healthy

Your physical and mental well-being directly impacts your ability to focus and learn.

Eat Smart: Include brain-boosting foods like nuts, blueberries, and fish.

Exercise Regularly: Even 20 minutes of daily physical activity can improve concentration.

Sleep Well: Aim for 7–9 hours to ensure optimal cognitive performance.

Pro Tip: Practice mindfulness or deep-breathing exercises for 5–10 minutes before studying to reduce stress and improve focus.

11. Form Study Groups

Studying with peers can make learning more engaging and effective.

Collaborate: Share ideas, clarify doubts, and solve problems together.

Accountability: Group members keep each other motivated and on track.

Explain Concepts: Teaching others helps reinforce your understanding.

Pro Tip: Keep study groups small (3–5 members) to maintain focus and avoid distractions.

12. Take Breaks Wisely

Continuous studying without breaks can lead to burnout.

Pomodoro Breaks: Take a 5-minute break every 25 minutes, or a 15-minute break after an hour.

Physical Activity: Use breaks to stretch, hydrate, or take a short walk.

Avoid Screens: During breaks, step away from electronic devices to rest your eyes.

Pro Tip: Use your breaks to do something you enjoy, like listening to music or journaling, to recharge effectively.

13. Track Your Progress

Monitoring your performance keeps you motivated and helps you identify areas for improvement.

Maintain a Study Journal: Record daily accomplishments and reflect on what worked.

Set Benchmarks: Check your progress against your goals and adjust strategies as needed.

Reward Yourself: Celebrate small milestones to stay encouraged.

Pro Tip: Use habit-tracking apps to visualize your progress and consistency.

Final Thoughts

Effective studying is about working smarter, not just harder. By following these tips, incorporating pro strategies, and maintaining a balanced lifestyle, you can improve your academic performance and retain information more effectively. Remember, consistency, persistence, and a positive mindset are your greatest allies in the journey of learning.

FAQ

How can I avoid distractions while studying?

Study in a quiet, organized space.

Turn off notifications or put your phone on airplane mode.

Use focus apps like Forest or Freedom to block distracting websites.

Set clear study goals to keep yourself motivated.

Are there specific tools or apps that can help me study better?

For note-taking: Evernote, Notion, OneNote.

For flashcards: Quizlet, Anki.

For focus: Forest, Freedom, Focus@Will.

For productivity: Google Calendar, Trello.