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starker-sorbet · 20 days
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Peter flirting with and seducing his favourite teacher Mr Stark
@starkerfestivals Extended AUpril: Education card below
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undertheredhood · 2 months
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AU where jason todd goes back to school and gets a phd because while he was describing his multi-step plan to take over gotham and use bruce to kill the joker to talia she just said “oh, so you want to become a useless dropout just like your brother and father? talk about setting a bad example for damian.” which offended jason so much that he immediately re-enrolled to finish high school.
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fotibrit · 7 months
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professor!Tony AU in which Tony is the chaotic STEM prof who you either love or despise, he grows fiercely protective of his students, he fixes broken laptops for free and there’s a rumor on campus that Prof. Stark got tired of his emails to the IT department being ignored and he was the one who snuck in and somehow fixed the shitty campus wifi.
He’s still iron man. he includes in his syllabus that if he has to leave in the middle of class for a mission that class is cancelled, and he keeps two spare suits in his classroom (it’s really five, but not too many people get to see the hidden ones)
He’s the only one on campus who dosnt change rooms, mainly due to the issue of him occasionally flying out windows or upward into other classrooms. he now has a permanent classroom, on the highest floor.
He encourages snark, and snacking in class, and when students come to class hungover a few times too many, he pulls them aside and asks if he can help them at all. he’s been there. they deserve help.
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idk-bruh-20 · 8 months
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Irondad fic ideas #144
Peter Parker sounds just like Spider-Man. This is something that the students of Midtown find hilarious
Soon, Peter's getting comments in the halls like, "Hey are you that kid who sounds like Spider-Man?" "Uhhh I mean -" "Holy shit it's truuue" and, "Hey Parker, say, 'Hiya Mister Criminal'' "(sigh) Hiya Mister criminal-"
It becomes a daily bit on the school news: they put Peter in the cheapest, most ridiculous Spider-Man mask imaginable and get him to say wild stuff, whatever Midtown students can think of. Like that bit at the end of Honest Trailers.
(Peter may or may not go slightly viral saying some Stuff about the Rogue Avengers in his "Spider-Man voice." Tony may or may not nearly piss himself laughing about it when he finds out.
Spider-Man himself has yet to comment.)
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expelliarmus · 1 year
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musical-dealer · 4 months
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Listing off what NPMD characters fav musicals are and not elaborating 🤷
Peter Spankoffski-Be More Chill
Stephanie Lauter-Mean Girls /ref (fr tho Cats)
Richie Lipschitz-Death Note
Ruth Flemings-Heathers
Max Jägerman-Phantom of the Opera
Grace Chasity-Hello Dolly!
Trevor Lipschitz-Falsettos or Into the Woods
Rudolph (no last name)- Tanz Der Vampire
If I feel up to it i’ll do either more or elaborations
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anteroom-of-death · 2 months
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Teacher's Pet part 1
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Synopsis: The Doctor notices a student. She notices him.
a/n: thank u to the moots for sticking with me. Yall are the best. This is going to be a series. Somewhat of a dark!doctor ish fic maybe. I haven't planned this far. I have ideas. Will switch between a 3rd party but doctor centric POV and a 2nd party student centric POV.
The sun drew itself in on the cold day, light filtering through large windows in the lecture hall. It caught and reflected the motes of light swirling around. First day of the Spring term. Lots of new students trickled in and found their respective seats. Of course, the syllabus was now online and such. But the Doctor still preferred to give a paper one. He felt it helped students focus if they had it real and tangible…unable to forget.
Just like he forgot so much. A lingering pain….
He started up his usual dazzling spiel. Enough to keep them from dropping out, but not enough to rile them to madness. He learned that lesson early on in this particular charade he was distracting himself with. All he had to really do was keep Missy in the Vault and attempt to rehabilitate her. Humans were such a delicate group to keep balanced. Too much stimulation and they would self destruct. Not enough? The same but in a reverse spiral.
Or just fall asleep.
He preferred it if a few actually did fall asleep.
Allowed him to build a reputation as a teacher. Keep the act up.
He didn’t notice the young woman intently staring, writing down the key phrases from his opening statements. He was enraptured in the normal routine he has become familiar with.
The hour came to a close, and he did a bow. He was to visit Missy again some time soon. Just a cursory check. See if she’d calmed down from her last temper tantrum, where she demanded a saxophone and stated that Billy Clinton was also a war criminal, but made some sweet jazz.
He could hardly agree. She already was a mediocre piano player. And the drum set she demanded earlier lay in tatters in her cupboard.
Being her keeper and therapist was rotten work, but it warmed him. Gave him a gram of hope that she may get better and he may have his friend back once more.
Though, he knew in both is hearts, hope could be a fragile thing for a man to hold onto.
But, especially in this body, he believed in redemption and change. They both had forever to change. They had forever.
A few weeks had passed, and he noticed that keen eyes were burning the back of his neck as he scrawled on the chalkboard. It felt different than the usual glazed-over focus of people trying to write or type out his valid points. It was hot and felt more personal. Less trying to pass a class.
He paused his sentence and raked his eyes over. It was a student with large gold hoops and a few tangled gold necklaces. The Doctor recognized two or three of the symbols used on some of them from his travels through Earth’s history. She was chewing hard on her pen. He could see flecks of her tinted chap stick clinging onto the sides of it. Her eyes were squinted slightly and a slight patch of blush rested on her checks. He couldn’t tell if it was a make up look or some feverish feature of her human body. Perhaps she was in the first phases of getting sick!
He went back to his lecture. Some misfocused student was the least of his concern.
But he still felt her eyes bore into him. Intent on something. He trudged on.
He came to a close, reminded everyone of their upcoming projects and let the day start to rest. The Doctor announced that his office hours were changing to represent the spring coming soon and to “Allow you all to feel the sun on your faces, you don’t know how long you’ll have. Humans usually only live once!”
He scanned the audience and saw her shoving her notebook and that well-gnawed on pen into her bag. Big purse with a rhinestone buckle. Resembled something that Rose or Jackie would have had, he mused.
She slung that and a tote bag that seemed overstuffed and ripe for the breaking over her shoulder. She audibly groaned under the weight. He pitied her. The stressed look she had on her face was oddly enchanting in the light just starting to sink.
He knew she was struggling in the class. She did good work, yes. When he opened up questions and debate, she usually had such pointed takes that verged on mind-racing. Sometimes others would bristle against what she said on the more provocative topics he offered up. Essays and tests? Not so much. She floundered.
She had accommodations for some diagnosis or whatever. He could tell her mind was making connections in a far more tangential way than the other’s either couldn’t or wouldn’t make. And for that he did like her. Enjoyed what she brought to the table. Although, even his brains had difficulty making some of the leaps her brain did.
But why was she staring at him like that today? It was almost reverent. Very off putting.
She came forward to his desk and clicked open her notes app .
“Erm…Professor.” She cleared her throat and started up. “Uh, I was wondering if I could see you sooner rather than later. For office hours. I’m sorry for my late essay last week. I don’t know what’s going on with me. I can’t focus and I feel like I’m losing my mind half the time lately. May I have some insight or whatever you want on how I could do better. I know I’m doing…like, so bad.” She confessed and exhaled on the final note of her punctuation.
She turned a new type of stare towards him. Less intense and personal and more of a thousand-yard death grip.
Her entire demeanor in this moment was very lamb like. A confused air of innocent need to do well, to pass her classes, clouded her.
A weaker man would have felt more predatory, he noted.
She wasn’t unattractive for a human, not like past companions he worshiped the ground of. Of course. He was drawn to them for their natures, often ignoring their faces wholesale.
She started to chew and rip at her pinky nail and lower lip simultaneously…
“Of course,” He said. “I have to go help a friend with something, so I have to talk and walk.”
She nodded eagerly and gave such an appreciative smile. “Thanks!” The words came out so quickly, almost breathlessly.
She trotted along side him.
Once outside, they started discussing her options. She had to work nights, she stated, she said so they were arranging a time to work in a little extra help and tutoring.
He genuinely enjoyed her company and led her to a bench.
“What about your friend?” She asked.
“Oh, Nardole can handle himself.” He smiled. “He’ll not miss me for an extra four or five minutes.”
She laughed a bit.
She plunged her hand into her purse and started rifling around. It was a chaotic sight.
She produced a pack of cigarettes and a tiny green plastic lighter.
“Do you mind? I’m trying to quit, but it’s been hell lately.” She grimaced.
He shook his head, no, he didn’t mind. It wouldn’t affect him. Her, yes. But one little luxury, especially if she was trying to quit.
“So long as it’s your last for a while.” He took the teacherly route.
She lit up and took a huge drag. Closing her eyes he noticed that deep look of exhaustion had given her dark purple and almost black under eye circles. She had apparently tried to cover them up with some make up products and some mascara and smudged eyeliner. She held that breath in for a few seconds. It was almost beautiful.
She exhaled and fluttered them open. The smoke wisped and flew away quickly in the gentle breeze.
“Yeah, thanks. People get so weird about smoking. But they’ll vape? Like, indoors. All the time.” She rolled her eyes at that mildly hypocrisy.
They planned for her to meet up with him in his office on Monday just before the lunch hour. Then turned the conversation to some topics in debate that another student, a male who irked her with his constant urge to play Devil’s Advocate. She had some very often-overlooked viewpoints and a very bizarre way of describing things. It was enchanting.
“Thanks.” She ignored a boundary and squeezed his hand. He felt a holy jolt of electricity go up his arm from the small touch. “I gotta go…you’ve got a friend. Works been slow and I have some…appointments. So I have to make sure I’m perfect.” She elaborated with an almost tic-like shake of her head.
“Yes, my friend is probably going insane dealing with our little issue.” He responded in kind. Missy had probably caused Nardole to melt down or malfunction.
He watched her leave towards the bus stop. Her bags hitting her back as she rushed. Her coat barely covering her bottom and the belt caught in the hem of it. He felt himself feeling almost physically unable to leave the bench. Something tugging at his gut was preventing him from doing so. It felt akin to what River and Clara evoked in him but different.
River and Clara were strong and capable, avant-garde. Self-confident. Cocky. But this student was seemingly the inverse. Very vulnerable and nervous to the point of a near imperceptible, even to him with his keen Time Lord senses, shake and a heart that was audibly racing in its cage. Coupled with her addiction to cigarettes and minor tendency towards self mutilation via near-constant picking and chewing…
Something dark, but heartwarming rushed through his core and took root.
He felt himself deeply looking forward to Monday.
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tonberry-yoda · 9 months
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I Love You, Spiderman - Peter B. Parker
notes - I have been thinking about him way too much lol word count - 2,108 WARNINGS - brief mentions of blood (a deep cut) summary - you've been tired and missing spending time with your bf. a superhero by the name of spiderman helps you destress before work, but you find out something about him you would never expect
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You've been exhausted as of late, working overtime and trying not to fall asleep at your computer. You had been trying to pay off college for a long time and you were so damn close you could taste it. Just a couple more weeks of overtime and you would be done paying it off. The thought made you smile, it just sucked how hard you had to work for that.
Because of this though, the time spent with your boyfriend has been little to none. You didn't really know where Peter worked, but you knew that it was something busy as well - cop stuff, he told you. So because of this, you would rarely see each other. You both lived in a crappy little apartment together so when you would come home, you would turn on the dim kitchen light, make some microwavable mac and cheese, and immediately pass out. Hours later, if you weren't dead asleep, sometimes you would feel your boyfriend curl into your arms and kiss along your neck before he passed out just the same.
You hated that you were growing apart from this. Even days off were pretty silent because out of nowhere, he would get a random call that would send him off to work, leaving you to lie on your bed and stare at the ceiling.
He was tired and you were tired.
You didn't know how much more of this you could take. Even a couple more weeks sounded like hell.
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You woke up to Peter kissing you on the forehead and saying goodbye. You opened your eyes, but squinted at the sun. What you did see was him walking out of the room.
"Wait," you said with a tired voice. "Peter."
"What's up?" He stood in the doorway and looked like he had to leave in a rush.
"Have a good day." You held open your arms and Peter quickly ran over, giving you a quick hug and another kiss.
"You too. Don't work too hard."
"Oh, you know I will." you chuckled.
"I know." he laughed back, quickly bolting out of the house.
You were just glad the two of you could still talk.
You stretched and got out of bed, yawning. Another long day, but you were so used to it at this point.
You brushed your teeth and took a shower. It was colder out than usual in New York, so you had to put on some layers and then decided to make yourself a little treat of hot cocoa that you could carry out of the house with you.
When you locked the warmth behind you with the click of a door, you could see your breath. You shivered and wrapped yourself in your coat, beginning your walk.
Walking was way nicer than wasting forty minutes in New York traffic, no matter how cold it was. Plus, where you worked wasn't more than a fifteen minute walk.
You put in some headphones and put on something to pump you up for the day and decided to take a shortcut since it was so cold.
The shortcut you would only take on days like this was a long alleyway. You never liked it, since it smelled pretty bad - especially on hot days - and was always dark, but on colder days, it was a good way to push through and get to work.
You held your keys close, ready to use them as a weapon and saw alley cats that you wanted to pet, but passed since you didn't want to be late.
You quickly froze in place when you saw something completely unexpected, however. Spiderman landed in front of you, panting and out of breath. He leaned against the wall, looking victorious, and let one of the alley cats curl up on his lap.
"I am so tired." he muttered softly under his breath. The cat just purred at him and he pet it.
He looked up and noticed you, completely frozen in your spot.
"Oh, hey." he giggled, rubbing the back of his neck. "What's up?"
"You're Spiderman," was all you could say in complete awe.
"That I am." he chuckled.
"Are you okay?" You spotted a torn spot in his suit and blood running out of a cut.
"Oh, this?" He winced. "It's nothing. Just a little scratch. I'm fine."
"Are you sure? It looks pretty deep."
"I've been through worse," he admitted. "This is nothing compared to what I usually go through."
"Alright.... well uhh... it was nice to meet you, Spiderman. I gotta go to work though."
"It was nice meeting you too," he moved the cat and stood up, reaching his hand out to you. "What's you name?"
"y/n." you took his hand and shook it.
"Well, it was wonderful to meet you, y/n. And might I say, you are pretty dang cute." He winked at you.
"Oh, I have a boyfriend." you told him quickly before walking away.
The walk to your office building was just you in deep thought. Did Spiderman just call you... cute? What a weird morning.
And definitely not your last of those.
On a morning that Peter woke you up by pressing kisses up and down your face and neck that made you giggle, you went out again only to find Spiderman down the same alleyway.
"Well look who it is!" he laughed.
"What a coincidence," you laughed back, thinking that was it, just trying to walk past him.
"So, where are you off to?" he asked, catching up to you.
"Work."
"Ew."
You laughed. "No kidding."
"So what's this boyfriend of yours like?"
You rolled your eyes. "Really?" you asked, turning to look at him.
"Yes, really! I wanna hear about him. You know, since you were so able to reject Spiderman over him."
"Shut up. I don't even know who you are."
"Just tell me!"
So you did. You told him everything. How much you loved him, how long you've been together... how you've been separated.
"I wouldn't really call it 'separated' per say," Spiderman said. "I mean, sure you have to work some overtime, but it sounds like you guys are fine if he's still waking you up with kisses and saying he loves you."
You thought about it for a minute. He was right. It's not like you and Peter were arguing or actively avoiding each other. You were both just extremely busy.
"How much longer do you think you have to work like you have been?" he asked.
"Not too much longer."
"Well that's good. I would say ask him on a really nice date if he doesn't beat you to it."
You laughed out loud. You laughed and really couldn't control it.
"What's so funny?" Spiderman asked.
"It's just... I think Peter would shit his pants if he knew I was talking to Spiderman. Let alone getting relationship advice from him."
"What? Is he a big fan or something?"
"Oh, huge fan. He owns a stupid amount of merch and exclusive stuff too. He's like in love with you."
That got Spiderman to laugh pretty hard, nearly keeling over. "Maybe I should take your boyfriend out instead."
You both laughed until you got to the end of the alleyway. You gave him a fist bump and thanked him.
"Even if I don't know you under the mask," you said. "I think it would be pretty cool to be friends, Spiderman."
And that was exactly what happened. Every morning before work, you would walk with him for only a short five minutes before you had to part. Whenever you got a short amount of time to talk to Peter, you would tell him that you hung out with Spiderman, but he would just brush it off with laughter.
But if not for him, you wouldn't have gone on such a lovely date with Peter after you stopped working so much overtime.
When he saw you come downstairs in a shimmery red dress, he nearly passed out.
"J-Jesus, y/n." he stuttered as he looked you over.
"Do you like it?" you asked as your cheeks heated.
"No way," he said with a sigh. "I love it. You look.... oh my god."
You laughed and pulled Peter into your arms, playing with his hair. You told him how cute he looked in his suit and pressed a kiss onto his cheek.
He still stared at you with complete shock and you swore to god you could see hearts in his pupils.
You just locked your arm with his and got in his car before driving to go get dinner. You blasted music that you both sang horribly to, and when you ended up at the restaurant, you ended up talking more than eating. You were remembering old memories and laughing about stupid stuff from years ago.
It felt nice to be back like this with your boyfriend. All those years of dating were suddenly so much more worth it and you were now debt free.
"I love you so much, Peter." you told him as you reached for his hand across the table.
"You don't even understand how much I love you." he said back.
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You took the next few days off, just enjoying your time with Peter. Not a lot of dates occurred, it was more the two of you sitting around in your PJs, but that was more than good enough for you.
And even when the two of you did eventually get back to work, it didn't feel like anything awful. It was shorter days and a lot more cuddles.
On another cold day before work, you walked down the usual alleyway and weren't surprised to see Spiderman playing with a cat.
"Hey, Spiderman," you said with a smile.
"Oh, hey!" He stood up and gave you a high five. "How've you been?"
"Really good." you smiled. "Like really really good."
"And your boyfriend?"
"Amazing. Thanks to you telling me to take him on that stupid date, we've literally been closer than ever I think."
"You would've gone on the date anyway." he chuckled.
"I know, but I feel like I need to thank you for some reason."
"Don't worry about it. I'm just doin' my thing."
You laughed and walked down the alley with him. "Would you ever want to meet Peter?" you asked. "You know, since we're close now, I figured it would be kinda cool if you met him."
Spiderman laughed. "This is so weird that we're friends."
"No kidding."
"But, no, really, I think it would be pretty cool to meet him."
You beamed. "He doesn't work until later! Maybe he's still lying in bed! Let me call him!"
You took a couple steps away from Spiderman to call Peter. You were so stupidly excited to share your friendship with this superhero with your boyfriend. It was silly, but it was nice.
Behind you, you heard Spiderman's phone go off and he laughed. "Looks like I'm getting a call. Hello?"
You heard the same 'hello' echo from your phone and you nearly dropped it on the asphalt beneath you.
"Peter?"
Spiderman looked around to make sure no one was nearby and he slipped off the mask to reveal that he was just Peter under the mask.
You felt yourself go faint for a minute.
"Wait, hold on," you held onto a nearby wall and looked at Peter, who was just smiling at you. "What the hell, Peter?!" you exclaimed.
He shrugged and then looked at you with pure horror. "Wait! Are you mad?! Please don't tell me you're mad!"
You didn't know what you felt, but mad definitely wasn't one of those somethings. "No, I'm not mad," you reassured him. "Just confused." you laughed.
He took a deep breath and nervously chuckled. "I didn't know how to tell you, so I thought it would be funny to bother you as Spiderman before work."
You laughed again. You really couldn't help it. "I don't know how I didn't figure it out sooner. It should've been obvious."
"You think?"
"Same bad humor."
"Hey!"
You just laughed again and hugged Peter. "I'm gonna go to work now, you big dork. But have a good day, alright? And don't get hurt."
"No promises." He went to slip the mask back on, but left his lips out, which you gladly kissed with a smile.
"We'll talk all about this when we get home, okay?"
He nodded and pulled the mask back over his face completely.
"I love you, Spiderman." you said, blowing him a kiss.
"I love you too." he swooned before taking off into the city.
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blehhmm · 9 months
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*at a bookstore*
Jason: *grabs book of shelf, looks at Bruce* y'know if even awfully great child this yea-
Bruce: No you haven't.
Jason:*putting the book back, and mumbling* Get good grades they said, i'll buy you whatever books you want they said
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SPECIAL STUDENT
Part one
Pairings: pre cult kai anderson x female reader x cult kai anderson
Summary: youre a new professor, fresh out of university. A coworker of yours leaves work on injury resulting in a senior class unattended to. That is when you accept the responsibility to cover the senior class and ready them for their final exams, what happens when a certain senior takes a liking to you.
What happens when he likes you more than a student should.
Warnings: pre cult kai turns into cult kai, age gap, teacher x student, sub kai anderson, dom kai anderson, smut, yandere tendencies, manipulation, crying, slapping, male masterbation, grinding, forcing kissing, threatening, blackmail.
SORRY IF THIS IS NIT TO YOUR LIKING.
Trying something out here just work with me for a little bit plz😅😖
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"Good afternoon ladies and gentleman, my name is professor l/n and I will be taking this class over for the remainder of the year"
You spoke to the room with forced confidence, all of their eyes on you watching as you spoke to everyone in the room you stood infornt of your desk clasping your hands together facing your crowd of new students, "your previous professor has unfortunately injured themselves and can't come to work"
You paused, the room was silent.
"I will allow questions to be asked now if anyone has any"
You waited patiently, your eyes darting around the room for any risen hands.
You walked back behind your desk and sat down on the seat that wasn't yours, although you wouldn't mind pinching it as the pillowy fabric softened your landing. "If there are none I shall move onto today's class-" you grabbed ahold of the 3 textbooks piled up on the large dark wood desk infront of you, your fingers flipped through the hundreds of pages eyes focused on the chapter number.
"I have a question"
The silence was broken, you looked up from the textbook, your eyes wandering across the lecture room, which wasn't hard thankfully as it was a rather small room, you made eye contact with a man.
"Ah, excuse me for not seeing you earlier, what is your question sir?"
You sat up straight awaiting your students reply.
"Are you single"
The strength you have to stop the obvious eye roll from happening was impressive.
"What is your name sir?"
"Connor"
"Well Connor, I dont think that is an appropriate question to ask your professor"
After Connor had broken the ice a handful of other students asked questions which you ofcourse answered truthfully, I am a new teacher,I'm not sure what happened happened your professor, I am 26 years old, yes I will be carrying off from where your old professor left off.
"Now of there are no other questiones I would like to get on with the lesson"
Out of all of the eyes on you there was one different from the rest, a pair that were staring harder than everyone else, you could feel a sense of weariness creep up on you.
What was going on?
Why were you feeling like this?
You choked down the gulp that was caught in your throat and resulted back to the large books infront of you instructing your students to read the text and answer questiones.
As they done so, that feeling if nervousness itched it's way back back you, your eyes shot up from your notebooks to your class, everyone's eyes were drawn to their laps reading the books placed in their hands or infront of them.
Everyone but one.
Your eyes locked, you had never felt so startled by anything in your life other than the strong eyecontact one of your students gave you.
It was quick, you caught him staring and he jumped and buried his nose into the book, the contact mightve only lasted a secind but it felt longer, you felt asthough you were being put under a microscope being analysed.
The rest of the class somewhat flew by, by the end of the class you had instructed the class to prepare a sideshow presentation on a topic of their choice asking as it referred back to the main topic they were learning.
You also gave them the choice of either working alone or in pairs, most of your students instantly paired with one another, infant all of the students in your class were paired with someone.
All but one.
As everyone left you reminded the students to have the presentation done by next week or else it would result in an automatic fail.
One by one the class decreased in size and before you knew it the lecture room was empty, you had completely forgotten you now had free periods as you were only teaching a senior class. To relax you took out a book and a cereal bar from your coat pocket and lay back in your seat.
"Professor l/n"
You almost choked on your cereal bar, you instantly sat forward in your seat and flipped the magazine shut.
"H-How many I help you Mr...."
"My name is kai, kai anderson"
He loomed over your desk, his body awkwardly shifting his weight. Although his body language seemed rigid and tense his eyes bore into yours, He was younger than you yet you felt intimidated under his gaze.
"Nice to meet you Mr Anderson is there anything I can do for you"
You sat for a while waiting for kai to speak but all he done was stare at you and the floor.
"Well if there isn't anythi-"
"You shouldn't eat that" kai interrupted
"Excuse me Mr Anderson?"
"You never know what's been put in those bars, you could be eating something entirely different to what you think you are"
Your head was empty of responses.
"Here", kai dipped his hand into his backpack reaching out another cereal bar, this one youbhad never seen before, its packaging being completely unrecognisable,"this is safe"
He holds the cereal bar out to you wanting and waiting for you to take it with your own hand instead of placing it on the desk.
"My amderson I don't feel comfortable taking this from you it's yours" you hide the fact that you don't trust anything a stranger gives you with a simple excuse.
"Take it, I have more in my bag"
He holds the breakfast bar out closer to you after brushing your words from his head, you have no other choice than to take the bar unless you would rather sit and awkwardly refuse his gift for the rest of the day.
"What? Don't trust me?"
Kais eyes remained glued ti your face, his facial expression never changing from the blank look on his face.
"I didn't do anything to it"
You gulp and slowly your hand raises to meet kais taking ahold of the breakfast bar and attempting to pull it away from him. When the cereal bar refuses to move you let go of it but keep your hand close to it, kai smiles and holds the cereal bar with his whole hand before placing it in yours.
Your hands touched, his rough fingers brushing off of your palm as he finally let go of the cereal bar. You felt unsettled about how long he kept his hand on yours.
"Thankyou very much Mr Anderson you may leave now, I'm sure you need to get to your next class"
Kai stares at you for a few more minutes before smiling and breathing out a awkward laugh, he begins to walk away from your desk.
"You don't have to call me Mr Anderson, just kai"
You didn't bother give him another response and sat silently looking down at your lap where the new cereal bar was until you heard the sound of the doors to the lecture room open and close.
Not a second went by before you threw the breakfast bar into the small trash can beside the desk.
Two weeks had gone by and the rate if weird interaction with kai had increased. you would often catch him staring at you at times where he should have been occupied with something else like reading or researching.
You would leave the lecture room, locking the doors, and would catch a glimpse of kai darting around corners or walking away from you.
One thing that seemed to happen far too often than that should was that everyday after you taught kais class he would awkwardly walk to your desk and hold out another cereal bar, he would stand there until you took it and waited for you to thank him before her left the room, and everytime he left you would throw the cereal bar away not even bothering to give it a chance.
Yet you never seemed to catch him taking sneaking photos of you during and after class.
Two months had since then passed and kai had seemed to grow alot more attached to you than you jad hoped, he would spend as much time as he could with you, his lunch, his free periods and would often ask to walk you to your car.
He came physically closer to you, whenever he was sat down he would chose the seat closest to you when in class but if the two of you were alone he would drag a seat right next to yours and plonk himself Down by your side.
What worried you the most was he was becoming a lot more dominant.
Kai would try to touch you, rub your shoulders, pat your back, brush hair from your face, and when you denied him access he would throw a small fit and get mad at you, you would then remind him that he didn't have to stay with you at lunch and he could leave at any time.
It was lunch time now, and ofcourse kai was with you in your room, he always followed the same routine, he would sit infront of you, pull out a large textbook and read, well, pretend to. This day was no different, kai sat in his normal seat, the one right infront of the teachers desk, he pulled out a large book placed it on the small table infront of him and a bottle of water.
You had made a routine for yourself whenever kai was around you, even in class. You would simply ignore him, pick other students to answer questiones, look down at your phone or the books infront of you and eat when every he asked you a question
And that's exactly what you done as soon as he entered the lecture room.
Everything was going as usual until the constant sound of thumping reached your ears, you had hought at first it was one of kais futile attempts to gain your attention as it wasn't the first time he had plucked one or two of your feathers just to get you to look at him.
The noises didn't stop, what the hell was happening?
You brought your head up eyes connecting with kais and holding each other in locked eye contact.
You always felt intimidated by kai, even though he was younger than you and you were his professor he always made you feel naked.
You wanted nothing more than to break the eye contact between you and your questionable student , your eyes tracked down back to your book but stopped in horror.
Kai was touching himself as he watched you read, and he didn't stop now that you had caught him.
Infact at the sight of your horrified face kai let out a whine and continued to touch himself. You froze, what could you do, if he was bold enough to madterbate infront of you he wouldn't feel threatened by you telling the Dean.
When kai noticed you didn't move he spread his legs wider, his cock on full display as he pumped his fist up his length, your eyes were glued to his hand watching as he would slightly twist his hand as he got nearer to the head of his cock.
Kai threw his head back at the feeling of knowing you were staring at him, he relished in the feeling of your eyes never moving from his dick. He never knew you would react this way, he decided to do it on a whim to see what your initial reaction to him would be.
A guttural moan left his lips as his left hand shot up to grab onto the books on the table beside him, the pages crumpled underneath his grasp yet he spared them no mercy, oh how he wished it was you who he was touching.
He often would imagine you instead of his hand, a perverted smile plastering his face at night as he imagined fucking you against you desk infront of his class, infront of Connor.
He couldn't even imagine how tight and wet you'd be but he wanted to find out so badly, it was a need for him.
His eyes peeled open just to stare at you through foggy eyes, he wanted you to witness him cum to you, for you, and he knew you'd enjoy it that's why you hadn't looked away yet.
Your heart was thumping in your chest, your legs were useless as you sat nailed to the chair, your bottom half wriggled uncomfortable against the plush cushion under you as you watched kai.
The noises coming from his mouth were loud and lewd, you were sure if anyone was outside your room they would be able to hear kais outbursts of pleasure.
But did you care?
The sight of kais strained cock was engraved into your mind, his body was telling you in its own way it was ready to come undone, his pink tip glistened with the precum that oozed out of his cock with every pump of his fist.
"P-professor"
Your cheeks burned as your ears rung at the sound of kai almost whimpering out your name. You couldn't help but cross your leg over the other to settle the subtle thump between your legs.
What was wrong with you
This is disgusting why am I watching
Why won't I look away
When kai came his body froze for seconds before becoming extremely limp, only his eyes moved to stare back at yours not bothering about his now softening cock that was yet to be tucked back into his pants.
Your mind was short of anything to say
the only words coming to mind were
"What, the, fuck".
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Forest spirit Tony seducing the cute university student who spends so much of his time studying under the trees of Tony's forest into joining him in his forest as lover and consort
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Peter Parker: Foreign Exchange Student
In today's installment Deku learns that the seductive beautiful felicia was cringe all along.
Am i back on my bull $#!7 ??? Don't jinx it folks. If i pretend i'm not i'm somehow more productive.
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@wolfstarmicrofic March 12 – prompt 12: Bombardo – word count 682
Bombardo - Creates an explosion
James was worried. Not because they had run into Snape and his minions in an empty corridor, or because they were now dueling with all the knowledge of their Sixth Year spells, or because all of that could lose them so many points Gryffindor would be out of the House Cup race until the year 2000. No, James was worried because Snape was hurling insults at Sirius while he was dueling against him and Remus. None of them ever listened to what Snape said usually, but James had just gotten his friends back on a talking basis after the awful event of the previous year and their relationship was so fragile anything could shatter it again. Snivellus, who was not stupid, as much as it pained James to admit it, had picked up on that and was trying to use it to his advantage.
“Nice one Black, did your mum teach you that? Oh, wait!” Snape shouted as he dodged Sirius’s spell.
James parried the spell Mulciber had aimed at him as he watched Remus try to disarm Snape to no avail.
“Well, despite all she might still be proud of how her son behaved, won’t you agree, Lupin?”
James moved Peter away from Avery’s range and cast a stupefy, hoping it would stun the two goons enough for him to deal with Snape himself.
“Look at him now,” Snape sneered. “Looking at you with sad dog eyes, all worried you’ll stop talking to him again.”
Mulciber was down, but Avery was raising his wand again and James had to focus away from where Sirius was stumbling back, a stricken look on his face while Remus stood motionless, looking at Snape. With one look to Peter, they managed to coordinate their spell and got Avery, sending him on the floor by Mulciber’s side. As they both whirled around, ready to help their friends, Snape laughed.
“Oh, we all saw that,” he said. “The Marauders broken up and Lupin wandering the castle with the girls in your year or even with the less likely group you’d think he would like! What was worse, Black? Seeing him with girls or seeing him with your own brother?”
Sirius’s face was crumbling, his wand now pointing at the floor. Rage filling his stomach, James made to jump forward but a hand on his arm stopped him.
“Pete, what-”
“BOMBARDO!”
The explosion almost made him fold in two, and when he looked up again Remus was standing wand in hand pointed at a knocked out Snape on the floor and a half-destroyed wall behind him.
“Moony?”
Sirius’s voice was little more than a whisper. James, arm still in Peter’s grip, watched Remus turn around to face Sirius, his eyes dark. And then Remus marched up to Sirius, all but crushing him against the nearest wall, kissing him hungrily.
“No one,” Remus growled after a while, his hands framing Sirius’s bewildered face. “No one can say things like that about you and not face the consequences.”
“Moony…” Sirius whispered before grabbing Remus’s hair and pulling him into another searing kiss.
James smiled, ignoring Peter who was poking his side. His friends were okay. Well, more than okay, judging by the way their hands had started roaming on each other. Peter was poking him again, but he just felt happy and so relieved and almost (almost) not uncomfortable at the way Sirius was currently moaning. Peter poked him again.
“What?” James finally looked at him.
Peter stared back, moving his arm to take all the scene, three knocked out students and one knocked down wall, in.
“Get the bloody cloak out, Prongs” he hissed. “We’ll get expelled for this!”
“Shit,” James muttered.
The cloak was fished out of his pocket and the happy couple covered and ushered away along with Wormtail riding on James’s shoulder just as Professors Flitwick and McGonagall rounded the corner.
“Oh dear, what do you think happened here, Minerva?” Professor Flitwick’s squeal echoed down the corridor as the Marauders made their hasty retreat.
“Whatever it was, they probably deserved it,” Professor McGonagall’s exasperated voice answered.
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In the Land of Tiny Books
Our Head of Special Collections Max Yela has collaborated for decades with Milwaukee artist and art professor at the Milwaukee Institute of Art and Design (MIAD) Leslie Fedorchuk (on the left in the first image; Max is on the right). This semester, Leslie is teaching a MIAD course called "Magical Miniatures" and she brought her class over for a discussion and review of artists books that use small scale as expression.
While Max is not very fond of miniatures or the miniaturization of books, he does like books that are small for compositional reasons. In fact, one of his favorite artists books, In Here Out There (third image) by the late Minnesota artist Jody Williams, is quite small (5 x 7 cm). Since we hold about 95% of Jody Williams's work and about 90% of the small editioned work of Peter & Donna Thomas, after a discussion, the class spent time reviewing selected works by these artists, plus about a dozen others by local book artists.
This was the first time these art students, many of them Juniors and Seniors, had ever encountered artists books before, and all expressed that it was a transformative experience. We look forward to seeing some of the book work that comes out of the assignments for this class!
The photographs shown here were taken by MIAD Web Content Specialist Olivia Langby.
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urparty · 2 years
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