#(( nerds ))

I know damn well this meme format has been done before, but I wanna be special lmaoao

In the interest of not derailing this already-long-and-awesome thread, here are some more details! (Paging @sparrows-corner and any other interested parties.)

So in my first semester of college, I took an Intro to Psychology class. I didn't expect anything special; it was just one of those general education courses that everybody was supposed to take at some point. But it turned out amazing.

What the general public didn't know at that point was someone in the college administration had screwed up and forgotten to assign a teacher to this class. Until a week before class. When several students emailed to ask why that detail was missing in the online listing.

The administration panicked, scrambled for someone-anyone-omg-who-can-drop-everything-and-teach-this-class. They called recently-graduated owners of Masters Degrees in teaching.

They found Sandy.

She was qualified and available, and much older than the average recent grad, with the confidence to go with it. This was still a daunting task, though, and she agreed on one condition: that she team-teach the class with a friend of hers who was still working on finishing his degree.

Having no other choice and seeing no real problem with this, the administration agreed. And thus was born the most glorious educational comedy act in my entire academic career. The two of them were a delight. They knew all the stuff they needed to teach, and they knew a great deal more, and they delivered lectures in a way that had everyone paying eager attention. It was great.

This friend, by the way, was awesome in his own right. While Sandy was a curly-haired white lady around middle age, Wayne was a black guy who (1) dressed in impeccable suits and (2) had cerebral palsy.

I think a lot of 18-year-old minds were quietly enlightened about a few things just from watching these two banter back and forth, one with joints more wobbly than the other. Wayne told a memorable anecdote at one point about stopping by a grocery store in sweat pants instead of his usual classy wear. The cashier asked some gentle question about what he spent his time on, assuming that he had some sort of carer following him around. The expression on her face when he told her that he taught college was one I'll never forget, and I didn't even see it.

Anyways, at the end of this semester, the two teachers asked a few of us smart kids if we wanted to be TAs (teaching assistants) for the next semester. Since most of us had already become friends during the make-a-group-and-discuss-things portions of the class, this sounded like a party that would look good on our records later. And it really was.

I TA'd for that class a few times in a row, with my buddies and the two very cool teachers. We met up outside of class for holiday parties and everything.

And, since this was during the time the Lord of the Rings trilogy was first coming out in theaters, we all dressed up in costume and went to an early screening together.

Wayne drove. His handicap placard meant we got to park at the front, which was pretty awesome.

Now, I'd met people before who knew more LotR lore than I did, but they all paled in comparison to Sandy. As I said in the notes on that other post, she shared some stories of her youth with us. When she was fourteen, she ran away to join a hippie commune. She already knew fluent elvish, and she used that to help the commune's drug-runners stay out of the clutches of the cops, by translating their drug notes into a language the cops couldn't read. With a start like that, it was unsurprising that she still knew elvish now, along with all sorts of fascinating deep lore.

She had a limited edition book that looked shockingly expensive. She made beeswax candles for all the TAs as holiday gifts, with our names written on them in elvish. I still have mine somewhere.

NERD!RAFE x CHEERLEADER!USER

18+ MINORS DNI

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cw: blowjob, bigdick!rafe, dominant!user, shower sex, vanilla sex.

The steam from the shower filled the bathroom, fogging up the glass door as the hot water ran through both of you. This should have been just one of your study sessions but rafe stood there with his back against the tiled wall, his surprisingly lean body glistening with little water droplets. His hair was slicked back while you were on your knees on the wet floor infront of him, cheerleader uniform long discarded somewhere in the hallway.

Your hand wrapped around his thick cock, stroking him slowly at first. He was already rock hard, eight inches and girthy—easily three fingers thick—twitching in your grip. You looked up at him with a mischievous grin, water splashing across your face.

"You know, I thought you were gay the first time I saw you," you teased, your voice playful and low over the sound of the running water.

He looked down at you, offended and pouting. Those big nerdy eyes narrowing behind wet lashes. “Im not gay.” he protested, his voice cracking just a little. He gestured pointedly downward to his big dick before. “I mean, hello!?”

Your smirk widened at the sight of his impressive dick bobbing right in front of your face, heavy. He was super cute like this.

Without another word, you leaned in and took him into your mouth, lips stretching around his thickness. Rafe groaned loudly, one hand tangling gently in your wet hair as you bobbed your head, sucking him deeper. The water made everything slick and messy, your tongue swirling around the head before sliding down his shaft.

“Fuck… just like that,” he muttered, his usual shy demeanor melting away as you worked him. You hollowed your cheeks, taking as much of his eight inches as you could, stroking the rest with your hand in rhythm. His hips bucked forward instinctively, but he was careful—still a bit of that polite nerd in him even now.

You kept your eyes locked on his as you sucked harder, faster, the wet sounds echoing in the shower. Rafe’s pout faded into pure pleasure, his head tilting back against the tiles, mouth open in heavy breaths. His cock throbbed against your tongue, getting even harder as you pushed him closer to the edge.

“Oh shit— I’m gonna…” he warned, voice strained.

You didn’t pull back. Instead, you sucked him deep one last time, and Rafe came hard with a shaky moan, pulsing thick ropes down your throat. You swallowed around him, milking every drop until he was spent, trembling under the spray.

He looked down at you afterward, chest heaving, a dazed little smile breaking through that post-nut haze. “Definitely not gay,” he mumbled, still catching his breath.

This one was pretty cute to make, i love submissive rafe hehehehehehe

He was constantly bullied in highschool, always coming home with more and more bruises. He didn't have any friends, except for you.

You were the only person who ever stood up for him, who would walk home with him and stay to hang out, help him fix his glasses after they got smashed in two again. And he'd help tutor you, peer review your essays, and when you got into a good college in your senior year he'd be so so happy that he'd just have to kiss you.

Fast forward ten years and you have a good job at a big company, making more than enough for the both of you to live comfortably on. Every day you come home to your sweet husband, who makes dinner every night and keeps himself pretty for you, and then "takes care" of you after. He's completely outgrown the acne and put on some weight, filling out his curves and giving him a healthy glow (he was always much too scrawny, in your opinion). And he cuddles up under arm in bed with his ear pressed to your chest, letting your heartbeat lull him to sleep, thinking about how much he loves you.

Ahh sorry that was long I just love nerds so much 😭

The way I just ate this whole thing up!