#evaluating your work

[jamneuromain]

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Evaluating Your Work

Andy Barber x You / Reader

Warning: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Alternate Universe - College / University, thigh riding, Teacher-Student Relationship, Professor!Andy Barber, Student!Reader, Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay, Student!You, Clit Stimulation, Pet Names (Angel, baby), Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Warning: Reading Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Word count: 1k

Summary: You return home with Andy reading your... stuff.

Dancing in the Daydream M. List

It’s a bad idea to start a relationship with a professor who taught your class. It’s a worse idea to start a relationship with a professor who has a doctorate in English Literature. It’s an insanely terrible idea when the said professor enjoys your writing and when your fanfic works are lying around with zero protection on the internet.

To Andy, your works are just waiting to be exploited.

He can’t help but smirk when you return home. (Yes, you live together for a couple of months now.)

“Hey Andy – what’s with that look?” You eye him suspiciously, snuggling right next to him on the couch. Inhaling his woody cologne on his button-down shirt, this day couldn’t have been better.

“Just something you wrote.” His smirk grows wider. His arm holds your waist, so you can see what is on his phone.

You groan at the sight of your fanfic. “Really?” You whine, burying your head in his chest, not looking at his phone anymore. Knowing the answer to your upcoming question but you have to ask anyway, “please tell me it wasn’t the smutty one-shot I wrote for the College AU.”

“Yup.” Andy pops the "p" with his sinful red lips, and chuckles softly, “I’m loving how your main character gets her extra credit.”

You let out a sound mixing frustration and whining, “it’s not funny.”

“It’s not.” He clears his throat and calls your name in the sultriest tone he could manage, “we could work out your extra credit if you … were up for it.”

Damn him when his sound does things to your pussy.

And why the fuck him reading your smutty fiction turns you on even more?

You sit on his thick thigh, slowly grinding yourself on his dress pants. Your ridiculously short skirt is rucked up to your waist, your cotton panties by your ankle, while he palms your waist and the curve of your ass and not giving you an ounce of help. Your hands are tied behind you, as Andy forbids you from using your hand to move yourself on his thigh.

His other hand is holding that damn phone, reading the next sentence. “C’mon, Angel, show me some effort.”

You gasp when your clit rolls on the rough patch of fabric, the patch that your juice hasn’t soaked through completely, arching your waist even more to get some friction. You cannot get anymore. His trousers are coated with your slick, and your clit isn’t stimulated enough to be swollen to the size where it could get caught up between your pussy lips and his thigh.

Andy intertwines his fingers with yours, nudging your spine lightly, encouraging you to say your shameful line.

Embarrassment and arousal hit you at the same time. “Sorr-Sorry, Professor, oh God,” You moan when his thigh tenses unexpectedly under your pussy, “I need your help.”

He darts his tongue to wet his lips, which are begging to be kissed. “Poor girl, can’t even do the simplest task I gave you.” Andy flexes his thigh experimentally, “better?”

Your thighs nearly crush his when he sits up, his knees higher than before, pressing your body to slide down his thigh. The coil in your stomach tightens. Your forehead on his shoulder, your heart pounding by your ears, your thighs and calves sore, panting like you are having cardio instead of riding your boyfriend slash professor’s thigh.

You know what comes next. You know that in your fiction, “you” cum on his thigh and make a mess.

But real life is no fiction.

You can’t cum like this. Not when you soak his thigh already and still don’t have enough stimulation.

“Andy please.” You murmur to his shoulder, “help me.”

He kisses the top of your head, “of course, I’ll do anything for you … Angel.”

He unties your wrists, to which you respond by hugging his neck the second you are set free. He drops his phone and grabs your waist to move you on his thigh. He tightens his thigh so you can get more friction. Your pussy lips dig down harder and faster, more than you could ever manage by yourself. Your pussy lips rubbed raw, your clit swollen, your coil pulsing along every friction he gives you.

He captures your lips, teasing, sucking, nipping your lower lip and your jawline, chafing your cheeks with his trimmed beard.

You moan into his mouth, clawing his back, whimpering.

“Look at you,” he whispers, “fucking yourself on my thigh,” leaving teeth marks and bruises on your neck as he speaks, “begging for me to make you cum,” the exact lines, but much dirtier from a roll of his tongue, “a perfect little whore to do anything for her professor.”

“Yes yes yes.” You breathe. Your eyes shut, on the brink of an orgasm.

“Yes Sir.” He tweaks your nipple between his fingers, one hand firmly shoving your hips to his thigh, “say the words, Angel. Say the fucking words, and I’ll make you cum.”

You are lost. You don’t know what words he is referring to. You don’t know if he is still role-playing or drunk in your pleading tone. But you will do anything to cum right this second.

“Yes Sir. Please, Sir. I’ll be so good.” You babble, “please, Professor Barber. Make me cum on your thigh. I’ll be your good little slut I promise.”

“Fuck!” His fingers dig into the globe of your ass, grinding you down his thigh one last time, reaching a finger down to strum your sensitive clit.

Your orgasm explodes into millions of pieces, erupting in your belly, having you scream when his finger doesn’t slow the slightest, prolonging your white-hot pleasure as your eyes tear up.

“Fuck.” He pecks your lips when you recover from your mind-shattering orgasm, “fuck, you alright, baby?”

“I’m okay.” But also want to try it again sometime. “That was intense.” You smile to his lips, returning his kisses.

“Great. ‘Cause the next chapter is fucking you on my desk.”

[theresistanceneverquits]

There’s not enough people talking about how important Stephanie is to Damian’s growth pre-Flashpoint.

Bruce had seen Damian as a beast to be tamed, Tim sees him as a ticking time bomb, and Dick is far better with him but he’s still an authority figure for Damian to combat with. But then he meets Stephanie, a college-aged girl who nobody trusts and he bullies her relentlessly and becomes inseparable from her.

She doesn’t interact with him based on his past, but on what she can see. This 10 year old just threatened to kill her? Wow he doesn’t get outside much. He’s not old enough to have seen Gremlins. What do you MEAN you’ve never been inside a bouncy house before we are fixing that immediately.

They are like cousins to each other. They poke fun at each other for being lame and stupid and Dick has to tell them both to shut up. She doesn’t see him as a project to be molded and redeemed, he’s just a kid with a crappy childhood like her and if he’s nice to her for 5 seconds she’ll do something with him to let him feel like a kid. And he doesn’t look at her and see a liability or a failure or a lost cause, like everyone she’s ever interacted with does. When he’s awful to her, it’s because he’s an obnoxious preteen boy.

And then you get the “there’s room in our line of work for hope, too” scene. Because Damian has gotten to know Steph and he can’t fathom why she’s here. She obviously has had to deal with crap and is still working through being kept on a leash by Nightwing and Oracle, but she isn’t broken like the rest of them are. Damian is surrounded by people who were molded and shaped and torn down and broken to become the monoliths that they are, and then there’s this girl who seems so at peace with herself and is constantly making quips, and it’s so foreign to him.

And she tells him that she’s in his world because she believes people are worth fighting for.

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

in todays news of asinine bullshit discourse on tiktok: apparently there's a hot debate over whether or not you're entitled to nice greetings and conversations with cashiers/retail workers. and. now here's the kicker. whether or not thinking no one's entitled to the pleasantries of an overworked exhausted employee is counterintuitive to the idea of a "third space". yes this is real life

[every-sanji]

[shame-kink]

actually loved this chapter. felt it could’ve been a bit more drawn out pacing-wise but i wouldn’t change shit wrt how things wrapped up

[penroseparticle]

I'm sorry I have to be an MTG nerd for 5 seconds we just got Emrakul, the World Anew spoiled:

and someone said it "probably won't see any modern play" and the idea that a madness cost of 6 colorless in the format with Tron Lands, Urza's Saga, and Underworld Cookbook for a 12/12 with some bananas protection that STEALS YOUR OPPONENT'S BOARD is just, the funniest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life.

Like Tron can just CAST HER FOR 12 IN SOME GAMES. Card evaluation skills in a smouldering crater. Unbelievably audacious to believe that she's not Modern power level as if we haven't been Through The Breeching Emrakuls for over a decade now. You can Goryo's this! Hasty 12/12 board wipe for 2.

And like, maybe she won't be good enough? She'll DEFINITELY get tested out though! She will for sure be played by the people that fucking love Emrakul. It's a marquee character on a powerful card. WHY DO YOU HATE WOMEN

[tsukiyo-7]

If the general assumption that women and afabs need men's help to complete any possible physical task wasn't infuriating enough on its own, as former semi-professional athlete and professional coach it's absolutely maddening. Like, dude, look- I'm twice as packed as you can ever hope to be, what makes you think I need your help?

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

no offense to mel shes great its not that i want her gone or anything, its just that her narrative role would make so much more sense for yaz to have

[moonchild-in-blue]

Thoughts on The Artist's Way (by Julia Cameron) so far, plus some interesting passages:

So the book is like a 12 week course in getting in touch with your creative self - it provides some tools to help cultivate you creative/artist brain. It's been on my shelf for years and only now I'm getting into it.

Before the course/program begins, she opens with some introductions on what is the creative act, and 2 daily/weekly habits to maintain in order to nurture the artist brain (aka maintain consistent creative habits).

There's an initial introduction where she establishes a link between Creation and Creator (both the Artist and a Higher Creator), and how creation (aka making art) is inherently a spiritual activity. It sounds a bit weird at first, but it's actually quite interesting. There's a not-so subtle Christian undertone, but absolutely can be read as a connection/energy with Life itself (this is mentioned in the book too).

One of the things that stood out to me was:

We are, ourselves, creations. And we, in turn, are meant to continue creativity by being creative ourselves.

Then she moves on to "what to expect" from this book, which is basically a means to creative recovery (whether be an artist's block, a drought, or just a perceived lack of imagination / ideas / time / motivation / confidence in your own work / etc).

She talks about how it's important for us to have a mourning period for ourselves, and to allow that grief and pain to be transformed into something new. The book uses the term "withdrawal" as a reflection of an interior retreat - as in, we withdraw inwards during that non-creative/mourning period.

Then the concept of Morning Pages are introduced - which is what I'm particularly excited to see. It's a daily exercise where you start your day with writing 3 pages of literally anything. A long stream of consciousness, about absolutely anything and everything that comes to mind.

Almost like a meditation of sorts, or a mindfulness habit. By allowing your brain to be emptied of all that is negative/ bothering you/ occupying your mind, you make space for the artist brain to thrive.

It's a way to fight your Censor - the logical part of your brain that questions everything you do. The Censor is a self-preservativon mechanism - a survival instinct - that deems everything outside of your comfort zone as dangerous.

I love the way she put it like that, because I am SO guilty of letting that part of my brain dictate how I should/shouldn't live my life - and by proxy, it affects the way I approach my art. From my own notes:

[the Censor] is a form of self-sabotaging. We do not need to live in survivor mode. There is comfort in safety and familiarity - nothing grows in comfort.

The second tool/exercise introduced is the Artist Date. Like in a real relationship, an Artist Date is a weekly allocated time where you do something creative (strictly yourself), as a way to engage with the world from an artist's perspective, and nurture the creative part of yourself. To "fill the well" as they put it.

There's a huge emphasis on how important it is to keep our creative well (I personally call it "library") well stocked. From my notes:

Art is a wordless language. Is an "artist-brain pursuit" - a constant, life-long commitment. That language is sourced from all the sensations we experience and translate into a visual medium ; into patterns and symbols.

To keep those sources, we must participate in life, not just observe it. Art comes from detail, "from attention". From a mind void of the Logical [Censor], and with enough space for the artist to wonder. It is self-intimacy.

Avoiding ourselves, avoiding the hard questions, the reality we don't want to face, is to avoid our creative selves. Self-sabotaging.

The next chapter is Week One, which will effectively mark the beginning of the program? course? thing? Not sure if I want to start tomorrow, or if I want to sit with this for a few days first (or the week). But yeah!

So far it's pretty great, love the way some things are worded. I know a lot (if not all) of you are creatives in some way or another, or otherwise struggle with similar questions, so I'm kinda sharing this in case anyone needs it. Also just to document this aside from my notebook, accountability and all.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Everytime I face a new character limit on a website that didn't have them before/used to have really long ones... AUGHHhhh the modern social media world was not made for people like me (lovers of details, rambling, elaboration, thorough explanation, and nuance)

[florida3exclamationpoints]

I'm gonna post this hopefully quickly and then go make bracelets to distract myself bc I wanna get it out but not have to come back to it later . And I will be whining about this on main a lot so I might as well give yall some context first

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Last ADHD evaluation: Had to wait about six months to get in, "doctor" was a man, he told me I'm "too smart" to have ADHD

This ADHD evaluation: Doctor is a woman, I can get in within two weeks, already a much more pleasant experience

[wellthatsclever]

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[angered-box]

honest to god this is about to be what's going to happennext tuesday for my art instructor. sorry you aren't getting shit from me

[asurrogateblog]

...sudden radio silence on social media for the last few months i wonder why

[curator-on-ao3]

Do you write multi-chapter fics in order or do you jump around? And if you do go in order, do you go back to revise earlier chapters as you go or are they pretty much ready to post once you move on to the next chapter?

I love this question, anon, thank you! ❤️

I write multi-chaps in order — which I don’t necessarily recommend because a scene I may be three chapters away from writing will sing and dance in my mind and we’re not there yet. So I will add key elements of that scene to my outline, which actually can be good in the long run because by the time I finally write the scene, the words can flow fairly easily because the scene has been in my mind for so long (with outline memory aids for specifics).

I know some people write out of order, and I’m glad that method works for them. For me, I need the linear nature in which the story will (presumably) be read to inform the writing. As always, though, the best way to write is the way that works for the writer.

In terms of revision, I revise constantly. Little stuff, big stuff. I need the whole story written and edited before posting even the first chapter (with one exception because I knew exactly where I was going and felt like I was going to explode if I didn’t start posting). For me, the revision process can help sharpen things like foreshadowing and key themes. I find revision deeply rewarding. It’s like — I built a home and now I get to buff the floors and straighten the address numbers and make sure the cookies in the oven are done just in time to invite in anyone who wants to share the home I built for whomever might want to be there.