#student teacher

[ofwarriorsandwomen]

5 & 6.02.2024 | 500/1000 essay words completed this week | Monday working at home, library visit on Tuesday.

#student #university #aesthetic #studyblr #fitblr #student teacher #2024 #academia #dark academia #goals

[badasgirlfriend]

Step By Step | Bada Lee

pairings: bada lee x fem!oc

genre: friends to lovers, student x teacher

a/n: idk i just had an idea

parts: 1, 2 , 3.....

"Sorry." The short-haired girl bowed as she bumped into a man. He turned, his face twisted with anger, and he uttered a curse at her.

The girl winced at his harsh words, but she can't blame him, it was her fault after all. She's the one running around like a headless chicken

With a sigh of frustration, she began running once more. She didn't plan on being late, but her teacher had insisted that she remain after class for discussion of some things. To her, they were utterly stupid matters, but she had no choice but to comply. She was quite certain that the teacher was merely looking to curry favor with her, just because her mom is a famous ballerina.

"Sorry maam." Nari said to the older woman, " Do you happen to know where the-" she paused looking at her phone "Jam Republic agency is located?"

The older woman scoffed "Are you blind"

Nari was astonished by her bluntness, she didn't expect that

"It's right behind you. Even at my age, I can see better than you, it would seem."

"Well, you're not wrong about that." she replied, murmuring the statement to herself, and quickly added, "Thank you. Have a nice day"

Turning away, she saw that the old lady had been correct all along. With an exasperated sigh, she pushed through the door leading into the building,

As her eyes scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, she soon spotted the reception's desk. However, to her dismay, no one seemed to be stationed there. Walking a bit closer, she placed her bag on the ground and sat in one of thr chairs.

After waiting a few minutes, and not hearing or seeing anybody else, Nari finally decided to proceed with her outfit change. She had no desire to keep waiting around, and risk anyone seeing her in her tight pastel pink skirt and green top. Her mothers choices

Just as Nari began to stand, she spotted a tall girl exit through a doorway nearby. She was wearing a white shirt, grey sweatpants, and a grey zip-up hoodie. The girl had a white hat on concealing most of her features, making it quite difficult for Nari to take a good look at her face at all.

Not to mention, the girl was looking straight down at the ground, making it even more difficult for Nari to see her expression.

With a quick motion, she locked the bathroom door and took out her clothes from her bag. First, she slipped on the black sweatpants, followed by the grey sports bra. Then, she wore the baggy t-shirt, but didn't like the way it looked, so she instead placed it behind her neck only covering her shoulders. After a few adjustments, she stood before the mirror looking at herself

Having had enough of the ugly pink bow that was on her hair, she tossed it into the trash can. Then, she gathered her hair up into a rather messy, yet loose, ponytail, securing it with an elastic band. She looked in the mirror now happy with her appearance. She felt like herself, not like the girl her mother wants her to be

She unlocked the door and went outside, entering the now familiar hallway she saw the same tall girl from earlier, sitting in one of the chairs

Embarrassing, she witnessed her outfit change

Quietly, she returned to the chair, and took her seat once more. She waited patiently for anyone to arrive, casting a glance in the direction of the tall girl, who appeared to be preoccupied with her phone, as her eyes remained firmly fixed to the screen.

"Excuse me," Nari blurted out before she could stop herself. She immediately fell silent, feeling a sudden wave of tension wash over her. The girl turned her head toward her in curiosity, and Nari became utterly speechless, as she was not expecting her to be this beautiful. Nari found herself completely unable to move, as she was simply lost for words, and utterly mesmerized by the sight of the other girl's striking looks.

"Yes?"

Fuck, not only was she attractive and beautiful, but even her voice was incredibly alluring.

In an effort to regain some level of composure, she cleared her throat, and hoped that her voice would not crack. "Uhm, do you know if Bada Lee is here?"

"I'm Bada," the girl stated, leaving Nari utterly confused

"What"

"What...?"

However, Nari's confusion only deepened, as she was under the impression that her teacher was a man, based on the information that her friend told her before.

"You're not Bada" the younger girl blurted out, shaking her head in disagreement.

Now it was Bada's turn to be confused "Im pretty sure I am" was this girl on drugs

"My friend told me that you were a man," she said

"Well, your friend is mistaken" Bada replied with a slight chuckle. "And, my name is definitely not a masculine one," she added

"Im so sorry" Unable to hold back her rage, Nari found herself itching to find her friend, Chaeyoung. With the next class being only a few short hours away, the anticipation of making Chaeyoung face her consequences was nearly unbearable.

She was in deep shit

"You're Shin Nari right." Bada asked, and Nari confirmed with a quick nod of her head.

"Well, I wasn't expecting you to be this young," Bada stated, looking at Nari with a confused expression. "Here it says that you're in your thirties, so this is a surprise."

Nari felt a rush of embarrassment wash over her, and she wanted to bury herself and die "Sorry I have a habit of picking random birth years everytime I apply for something"

If Bada said no to teaching her she wouldn't be surprised

"Alright, let's not waste any time and begin," Bada stated with a nod as she and Nari both stood up "Are you familiar with dance, were you a dancer before?"

"Yes Im a ballerina" Nari nodded

Bada's eyebrow raised in surprise, yet again, and she couldn't help herself from inquiring further. "Oh, really? So, what brought about the shift from ballet to hip hop?"

"Oh, but I'm not quitting ballet completely," Nari clarified with a quick glance toward Bada. "I actually love both ballet and hip hop," she added. "So what you have here is a two-for-one dancer," Nari joked, smiling at her own words.

Bada chuckled at Nari's joke, Nari was truly a sight to behold, she couldn't deny her beauty. Ever since she had first seen her, Bada was left in a state of awe at her natural beauty, and it was something that she hadn't expected at all.

However, what she hadn't anticipated either, was the fact that Nari would turn out to be her student.

"Alright, then, we will first begin with some exercises meant to loosen up your stiffness, considering your ballet background," Bada stated, clarifying their focus "This is the main priority at the moment," she added.

Nari nodded in agreement, she couldn't wait

#bada lee imagine #bada lee edit #bada lee #bada lee x reader #bada lee fanfic #bada lee x yn #bada lee x oc #swf 2 #swf #street woman fighter x reader #street woman fighter 2 #jam republic #bebe team #gxg #wlw #student teacher #fanfic #imagine #gxg imagine #kpop

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was student teaching at an elementary school, and I tried to convince the antidrug assembly performers to make a movie musical.

#dream #student teacher #student #teaching #teacher #elementary school #drugs tw #movie #musical

[lackadaisycal-art]

Some classroom cue cards I've made for one of my uni courses

#art #illustration #character design #tefl #classroom #teaching #teacher #student teacher #teaching material #classroom management #primary school #young students

[kunoichi-yugure]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 (Gojo x reader)

Warning: explicit

Pairing: Gojo x female reader

Minors DNI 18+

Punishment, degradation, bruising, crying, dom x sub, teacher x student, choking, creampie, name calling, slight praise

(This is actually my first explicit writing so be easy on me 😅)

You and your sensei have a relationship that most would deem unacceptable. Your sensei, on the other hand, he says as long as you don't tell anyone, you’re his forever. Satoru typically requests that you stay after class. You wait until the bell rings and everyone has left. You walk anxiously until you’re in front of him in his chair. He runs his big hands up your skirt. Grabbing the back of your thighs in his hands and slowly running them up to your firm ass. He was such a tease sometimes.

"Sit in my lap," he demands, pulling you on top of his concealed dick. You whine as you start to grind your pussy on him. He pulls your skirt up, slipping a hand in your panties. "You're so wet for me, baby," he smirks. He shoves a finger into you. Making you moan instantly from the unexpected intrusion. Tightening around his digit. Gojo quickly puts his hand over your mouth as he shoves another finger into you. "I’m sorry, pretty girl, you've got to be quiet, and I've got to stretch you enough to take my dick." You feel your pussy throb around his thick fingers. You couldn’t help but start riding them.

Satoru chuckled at the sight of you being so good after being a tease in class today. Rolling your skirt up. Constantly bending over. Walking up to his desk and whispering how wet your pussy was. You deserved to be punished. His fingers start moving faster. Groaning when he feels you getting wetter. His dick throbbing now, listening to the sloppy sounds of his student's little pussy.

“I’m going to cum s-sensei,” you choked out, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. Satoru roughly removes his fingers from you.

“Nah, ah, lil girl, take your panties off and bend over my desk,” his voice was stern. You looked into his eyes. That's when you knew you were going to be punished. You quickly get off his lap taking your panties off and obediently bending over his desk.

You hear him standing up and rummaging through a drawer. You couldn't see him or possibly know what he was doing. “Ah, here it is!” You turn your head quickly to see what he has found. Satoru stands up and grins at you evilly. Walking towards you, you feel between your legs start to get hot. Your juices were already smeared all over you. He flips your skirt up grabbing a chunk of your ass. “It's a shame I have to punish you…” he begins. You start to understand what was in the drawer when he to runs that thick wood over my ass…..It was the paddle, he knows you can't take it for long. Snapping you out of your thought he continues, “If you weren't such a fuckin slut today we could've had fun.” His words are rough as he grits his teeth. He grabs a handful of your hair making you look at him. “How many do you think you deserve slut?” It was a trick question you knew not to attempt to say anything under his liking.

“T-twenty,” you whimper pathetically looking up at him with pleading eyes. He hums thinking while looking into your eyes. He lets your hair go walking behind you.

A loud slap could be heard throughout the room. You yelp pulling your legs together tightly. “Count them if you mess up you're going to suffocate on my dick.” *SMACK* *SMACK* “T-three,” you force out as you feel your ass burn from the paddle. *SMACK* *SMACK* At this point you can't hold back as tears run down your face as you begin trembling. *SMACK* “Why are we not counting anymore are you purposely disobeying?” he chuckles as he runs his fingers on your abused ass.

“NO, I'm sorry…f-fi no six,” you say defeated you knew you were really going to get beat now.

“Does my lil girl not know how to count anymore?” You tense up scared to answer him. *SMACK* *SMACK *SMACK* *SMACK*

You bite your lip hard sobbing on your teacher's desk. You knew even during your punishment you must be quiet. Your ass is now red and blue going down your thigh. He curses under his breath at the site of you sobbing leaving tears on his paperwork. He rubs your side comforting you. “It's ok doll we're done. 10 should be plenty right now,” he says while undoing his belt. He turns you over hovering over you as you try to wipe the tears off your face. “Shhhh its ok lil girl,” he gently kisses on your neck whispering praises in your ear.

He moans in your neck, taking his girthy dick out and giving it a few strokes. “Are you ready for me, Ms.L/N?” he pouts jokingly, teasing you for being such a crybaby.

“Y-yes Sensai,” you let out a long moan when he forces two fingers in you and uses your juices to lube up his dick.

“Fuck…” he mutters before positioning himself to your entrance.

Gojo doesn’t have control over himself anymore he’s been thinking about you all day. He woke up with his dick hard missing your gummy walls around him. Then coming to school having to hide his boner because of your teasing. Even teasing himself just so he can punish you for being a bad girl. This was the moment he has been waiting for.…

He plunges into you forcing you the take all of him at once. Your hands working by themselves push on his chest. But there was no stopping him. Your pussy was so wet but you still weren't wet enough to take his dick without trouble.

“Sensai, please slow down!” you beg as he quickly becomes even more unhinged. He grips your hips leaving bruises on them. Pulling your tight body up and down on him. Completely using you.

“You belong to ME,” Satoru spits out between thrusts. His eyes watch how your pussy wraps around him. How when he pulls it out your tight hole just pulls him back in. You couldn't take much more. He was so strong his thrust are so dangerous to you. He bottomed out not moving anymore. You felt his dick twitch in you. That's when you understood why he stopped, he was about to cum. You begin moving your hips whimpering as his dick touched your cervix every time you sink yourself back down.

“Ah- fuck baby stop you’re going to make me cum,” he says quickly pulling most of his dick out. He puts his hand on your stomach halting your movements. With just the tip left in you felt so empty. You squirm underneath him trying to move your hips again. He growls lowly shoving his Dick into you. He gets close to your face gripping your neck. “Didn't I tell you to stop?” As he thrust in you with an inhuman-like speed your whole body starts feelings hot as your legs shake uncontrollably.

This makes him reposition you pushing your thighs together and over his shoulders. You squeal as your sensei repeatedly punches into your stomach with his fat head. Your pussy is squeezing around him so tight, he swears, pulling his dick out and slamming back in.

“Oh sensei,” you cry out feeling your orgasm flow over. As your cum drips down his dick he feels himself reaching his high. Thrusting into you faster than before. He grips your neck tighter as his thrust becomes sloppy. “Be my good little student and take my cum,” he tells you looking down at you.

Oh, you looked pathetic under him. After a few more thrusts he starts cumming balls deep inside. You were unable to even object. His cum felt so warm inside you. Your injured ass and legs hurt so badly. He drops your legs and starts cleaning up. Your sensei cum was pouring out of you onto the floor. You felt like such a slut for your teacher.

#jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #gojo saturo #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo smut #jujutsu gojo #smut #toji x reader #toji smut #x reader #gojo oneshot #gojo x you #gojo satoru #gojo sensei #explict #jujutsu sorcerer #student teacher

[yandere-writer-momo]

Kinktober: Day 10

Katsumi Orochi

Sexual roleplay is roleplay that has a strong erotic element. It may involve two or more people who act out roles in order to bring to life a sexual fantasy and may be a form of foreplay and be sexually arousing.

“Your posture is terrible, let me help.” It took everything in you not to die of laughter as your partner, Katsumi, adjusted your form for the umpteenth time. The karateka had insisted on trying out role play to spice things up in the bedroom so here you were in a karate uniform while he was your instructor… except he took this act seriously. Maybe it had to do with you being in the dojo after hours? You didn’t know. All you knew is he was actually teaching you karate.

“Katsumi, I don’t think-“ Katsumi suddenly flipped you onto the mat, his muscular body pressed against yours as he pinned your wrists above your head.”

“It’s sensei. And I don’t think you’re being a diligent enough student.” Katsumi clicked his tongue, his hands push the top of your uniform to the side so he can see your chest. Katsumi leaned forward and pressed a kiss against your exposed skin. “Perhaps I need to instill some…discipline in you?”

You nearly squealed when he quickly untied your uniform, his hands grabbed at your supple flesh in awe. His lips tangled with yours while his tongue wriggled into your mouth.

You melted in his touch while he began to grind into you. Your eyes half lidded with lust when he pulled away to admire your disheveled form.

“You’re going to take everything sensei is about to give you…” Katsumi huskily whispered while he began to unfasten his karate uniform. His beautifully chiseled body now in view. Katsumi wadded up your sash and shoved it into your mouth. “All you need to do is keep quiet. You don’t want anyone to see you like this, right?”

You eagerly nodded your head, your body filled with excitement on what was to come. Maybe you would give his role play fantasies more chances… this might just be more fun than you originally planned…

#baki the grappler #baki hanma #baki son of ogre #baki x reader #baki the grappler x reader #yandere baki #yandere #yandere imagine #yandere fic #female reader #gender neutral reader #lime #KINKTOBER #baki kinktober #katsumi orochi #yandere katsumi orochi #katsumi orochi x reader #orochi katsumi #role play #student teacher

[prankprincess123]

I'm trying to become a teacher because as someone with super severe ADHD I've encountered so many ableist teachers who try to 'logic' away all my problems with neurotypical solutions and refuse to comprehend that neurotypical solutions don't work for neurodivergent brains. And it is so frustrating because the very professors who are teaching how to alter teaching and assessment strategies to fit the needs of every individual student are sitting here refusing to follow the instructions from the accommodations center, and giving me neurotypical solutions and saying I'm not working hard enough when I come to them with struggles caused by them not following my accommodation plan, when I've already been working 10x harder than I should need to be and would need to be if they'd actually practice what they preach!

Like I'm sorry that printing off a physical copy of the assignment takes you five minutes, but the assignment doesn't exist to my brain unless it's on paper in front of me, and I can't print it off myself because it doesn't exist, and telling me that printing it off myself is easy doesn't help, because even if I did magically manage to remember that it exists, it is then a like 50 step process to do so, and I only have 25 spoons today and they have all been used by this conversation! And I'm sorry that I misunderstood this assignment, telling me that I'm lucky the Education program is so accommodating to let me re-do the assignment does not help when you refuse to understand why your instructions were misunderstood or to even attempt to re-explain the assignment in a way that actually makes sense!

I'm sorry that my executive disfunction makes it so physical processes take 10x more work for me than they do for you, and that because my brain is so hyperactive mental processes take 1/10th of the steps that you expect me to take, and that resultingly any 'show your work' assignments are lacking because I did show all my work and I don't have the spoons to discover and then show the steps you didn't tell me I needed and I instinctively 'skipped over' because they're non-existent in my brain!

But telling me to "just turn off that part of your brain" does NOT help in any way whatsoever, and you as an education professor should know this because this is literally a significant portion of what you are teaching!!!

And I realize that life is hard for everyone, but there's a difference between fighting a big boss in a video game and fighting the same big boss on hard mode when you didn't get to choose the dificulty setting and you don't know how to play because someone changed the tutorial language to Phoenician!

#long rant #rant #actually adhd #adhd problems #adhd struggles #adhd student #university struggles #university life #student teacher

[anteroom-of-death]

Teacher's Pet part 1

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.

#personal #12th doctor #peter capaldi #12th doctor x reader #self insert #doctor who fanfiction #i wrote this #pov fanfiction #student teacher #daddy issues #like my god #doctor who #the doctor #12th dr #reader x 12th doctor #yeeet #get in loser were writing indulgent fics because we've lost control of reality and our lives

[kloudprince]

I was hotguy for Halloween this year and my class of 3rd graders actually recognized who I was. This is the proudest moment of my life.

#goodtimeswithscar #gtws #gtwscar #hermitcraft #gtws hotguy #halloween #student teacher #i was expecting like one or two kids to be familiar but like it was nearly the entire class #<3 #i can post pics later if anyone wants to see

[jwnchstr]

my alpha | sam winchester

title: my alpha

characters: alpha sam winchester x omega reader

summary: you're destined to be mated with your own teacher and both of you made a beautiful family together.

masterlists | sam winchester one-shots

for one year you're studying at the community college, attend his classes, speak to dr. winchester countless of times, not once your body (or his) reacting towards each other. well, except for today.

dr. sam winchester is a lawyer, but he spends his spare time teaching at the community college you're in. law is his major, unlike you. you're a writing student, but taking a law class is a compulsory elective. not taking law class or fail law class, you're unable to graduate.

there was not an issue with meeting dr. winchester in class for the past three weeks. okay, well, maybe there was. for an example, your heart skips a beat every time your eyes locked with him; your knees went weak every time he's near; you were suddenly nervous to talk to him. for the past three weeks, though there was not much of an issue, but you've became quiet in his class.

your heat just ended last week. that makes it even weirder.

you try to ignore the uncomfortable-ness. despite sitting in a cold room, you feel hot. your t-shirt is suddenly too tight for you and is sticking to your skin. your heart rate is fast like you just run a 100 metre sprint. you're sweating under your armpit. your lips are pale. you cannot concentrate in class.

your friends notice something–something is not right with you today. they ask if you're okay and you know you can't lie because it's so obvious that you're indeed not okay, but you how do you tell your human friends that you're having some kind of animalistic reaction because of your dynamic? you end up telling them that you're having a headache (in which, isn't wrong either).

and throughout the class, you and sam keep on locking eyes and every time that happens, you feel slick coming out of your vagina. "oh, god. not now," you tell yourself inside your head even though you're still clueless to what's happening to you. you're not in heat. in fact, your heat just ended. and you're not sme–

ohhh, your eyes flutter–or is that your heart? that smell. oh, god, that smell! it's so... it's so sweet and manly and strong... and it's urging you to go towards that smell, scenting him, claim him, embrace yourself around that sme–

you open your eyes (you didn't even realise you were closing your eyes) and there they are again–sam's eyes. something in those eyes made the small voice inside your head say "GO!" is this your soulmate calling? is this your omega voice telling you that you're finally found your mate? but, isn't it supposed to say "mate!" or that only happens to certain people? is your case special?

you really want to leave dr. winchester's class because you can't sit under his stare anymore. you need to go to the washroom and clean yourself because, gosh, you're so wet down there. but law is a difficult subject so whether you like it or not, you stayed.

you stayed and you stayed and you stayed some more when the class was dismissed. you waited until the class is empty. you lie to your friends, telling them that you have a question regarding your assignments. and although you feel weird, although you don't understand what's happening to your body, but old enough to understand that indeed you've found your mate.

you didn't move from your seat even though your omega is keen to run from the alpha just because she likes to be chased and she knows that an alpha likes to chase. you keep your eyes away from sam, afraid that there'll be more slick coming out from your if your eyes locked with his again. and you're shivering as your eyes watched sam's shadow approaching you.

sam stands opposite from you, on the other end of your table. you watch his long fingers taping the table. "you're in heat."

his voice. gosh, his voice. his voice was louder, clearer, and a pitch higher when he's lecturing but when it's only you two in the room, his voice drops a few notes lower making him sounds more manly. his voice more raspy and sexy.

you're hot and you're cold. you're sweating but you're shivering. you're shaking but you're scared. you're pale but you're alive. you want to leave but you can't. your body hurts, but even sitting still don't do justice.

"no," you say with a shake of your head. "my heat ended a few days ago."

you thought sam knew why both of you are suddenly longing for each other's touch and presence so you waited to hear the answer coming from sam's mouth, but nothing came. there was pause and that made you look up to his eyes. goddammit, you wished you didn't do it because just a second after that, you're on your feet with sam's arm around your waist and his nose at the crook of your neck.

"alpha," you moan.

sam's reacting positively to your voice calling him alpha. he's excited. you can feel him on your stomach. and you're excited too. though sam's nose is between your neck and shoulder blade, scenting you, but you know he can smell your arousal.

he lets out a sigh with a mix of a groan. one arm around your waist, the other is gripping your thigh. it's like he's angry. it's like he can't wait to do things to you, but he's still trying to keep himself sane. it's like he's patient yet not. "mmm, you smell so good, 'mega."

"what's happening? i'm not in heat. then why–"

"maybe it's the bond. i'm in a... i'm in a rut."

"then–" you gulp. you don't want to touch sam before getting the answer, but it feels so good to be wrapped around the alpha's arm, to be touched by him, to be surrounded by his scent. "why–why are you in school? aren't you suppose–"

"omega," he said.

one word–one word that means a lot. one word that means "i don't need to be anywhere else". one word that means "i don't need to lock myself in an abandoned cottage in the middle of nowhere." one word that means "i have what i want here. you."

you let sam touch you. you let sam guide you touching him. you let your own emotion drowned into sam's smell. then suddenly, sam is panting.

"alpha, are you okay?" you ask, genuinely worried.

sam cannot answer your question properly. he's sweating so bad. he's raking his tie like it's the most annoying thing in the world. his eyes are diluted, distant. his alpha is dominating him. and with your sweet scent... he's becoming insane. all he could do was grunting with his hands all over your body as if two hands are not enough touching you.

"alpha, we're–" you hiccuped when you feel sam's hand in between your legs. "we're in class. alpha, you can't–"

you gasped when sam roared and kissed you heavily as if to shut you up and make you forget wherever you are now. and maybe he succeeded because, after that, you forgot where you are.

"hey."

you smile at your alpha, who is already handsome and neat in his suit, but is still busy making breakfast for you. "hey." your eyebrows furrowed. "are you not working today?"

"i am. why?" sam licks a nutella that accidentally got stuck on his finger, showing a pair of cute dimples on his cheeks.

"nothing. you're... you're already in your uniform. you shouldn't be running around the kitchen." you step towards the kitchen counter and take a sit on one of the tall stool in front of sam. two mugs were ready to be drank. you grab yours, which is the opposite colour of your alpha's. "you made me tea? you know i don't mind coffee."

"i know." sam gives you smile so sweet that makes your heart beats faster. "but i also know you prefer. i got to get work now. what time is your class?"

"10," you answer simply before taking a sip of tea that your alpha made for you. once the taste hits your taste buds, you feel as if the world changed its colours. "oh, jeez, this is so good!"

sam's heart grows hearing your compliment. something with the compliment, and the way his omega drinking tea he made for her, makes him puffing his chest. and how he wish–oh how he wish– he could kiss you all day just because you like his tea he made for you.

"want to ride together?" your alpha offers.

"what, oh..." you stutter.

sam is a brilliant man. he's a good lecturer. he's a good lawyer. you're proud to have him as your mate. but also, you're still new to this relationship. you're still adjusting to the situation because who knew your mate is your own teacher? you're not ready to be seen together by the whole campus especially that you know dating your lecturer is against college's rule.

you know sam understands behind your "why, oh..." as an omega, you know you can't say no when your alpha is offering you something. it's not even your decision either or not you go public with your mate. and because of these, you're ready to be yelled, to be punished by your alpha. you keep your head down as you prepare yourself for any kind of force against you.

but to your surprise... none came.

none of the above came.

sam was already at the front door, ready to leave for work when he offered you a ride so when he sees you as if ready for punishment, sam walks back to you and kiss your temple.

"finish your breakfast, omega. see you at 10."

your heart warms. you feel like breaking down. all these times... all the tales mated people tell you, the stories your friends tell you about the men in their families and lives, you know how lucky you are to have sam as your mate.

the relationship with sam isn't easy. obviously, as mentioned earlier, he's a teacher. you're a student. it's illegal to have a relationship with a teacher despite being mated. though not everybody understand your dynamic especially that the university is mostly populated by humans, but life must go on and yours and sam's relationship ended up being acknowledged by the university's dean.

you live in the hostel provided by the college. good for sam, he rents a house outside though nearby the college so it's shorter form him to travel from his house to the college (even though he has outside work most times). when the dean knows you've been living with sam on and off, he decides that it's better you live with sam now.

like live with him as real mates. which also means you and sam carpooling together to college; which means being seen together publicly; which means you have to accept that this is now your life. and you do. it's no one's fault here.

and it's somewhere after three months of relationship. you're in law class with your friends, waiting for sam to arrive (you don't know why he's late and you're annoyed that he's late and you can't help wondering where he's been though you refused to text him or call him) and your friend says, "you look sparking."

you pulled a face. "what does that mean?"

your friend, joined by other of your friends, are giggling to themselves while your wait for their answer. you look sparkling, what does that really mean? didn't you look pretty before? did you look like an ugly cockroach before? even if you do look sparkling today, then why is sam–

speaking of the devil. there he comes striding inside the class. good. it's been ten minutes you're waiting for his arrival, for his presence. didn't he know that you're being extra sensitive today? he should kn–

now he's looking as if he's uncomfortable in class and he just entered! while setting up his laptop to the projector and opening the presentation slide for today, he's can't stop looking his right and left and back and the class, scrunching his nose as if something smells so bad in class. his eyes catch yours. his eyebrows knitted. then, barely any reaction on his face, he gets back to his laptop and begins his lecture.

excuse me? what's wrong with him today?

slowly, you smell yourself. you wonder if the invisible smell comes from you. but yes, as you expected, it's not. in fact, you smell exactly how you left home this morning. you smell like you. yes, the class room is a mixture of bad breath and sweat, but sam never even bothered before?!.

"is something smells funny to you?" you ask your friend.

"no?"

you nod your head. "okay."

your heart started beating faster as thought running side your mind like a flashback you don't want to remember. if it's not the room, if it's not you... then...

you hear your heart breaking. it's been only three months since you mated with sam. you helped through his rut. he helped you through your heat. he makes breakfast for you. you cook him dinner. of course three months are not that many ruts and heats, but how could he cheat on you already?

you can't focus for the rest of the class. your mind is elsewhere. and every time your eyes accidentally lock with sam, he makes sure he looks away immediately. god, how can you still sit in the class room?

something is different. it's not the building; it's not him; it's not the morning meeting; it's not his coffee or your tea. but something is different.

he's been so busy while making you breakfast this morning to notice anything different coming from his omega, but as soon as he arrives your college after a meeting with his client, there is this smell that feels so soft like a fresh cloth from the washing machine. this smell is so sweet like a mixture of rose and vanilla and fresh-baked cookies. this smell makes him feel like home, so homey that he can sleep on the floor of the building with this smell.

he follows the smell. and to his shock, this smell is coming from his class. the class he's about to teach in a few minutes. law class. the class you're attending. yes, the class of his omega. there are other omegas in the class, but does it make sense that this is coming from you? he really can't tell now. all he knows is that this smell–or scent–is no stranger to him.

once he dismissed the class, while the students are leaving one by one, sam scents every one of them. humans, alphas, omegas. and he knows he has to be discreet because he can't let his omega–you–to notice that he's scenting other omegas when his omega is right in front of him. it's like he's asking for a death sentence.

and just like he expected, none of them smells like this smell. the humans smell like urine. some of them even smell as if they bathed in a pool of cologne. the alphas smell like... well, alphas. sam received growls from most of them. the betas are okay, nothing so significant. the omegas makes me him cough and gag so bad.

gosh, why the hell is he scenting them?

once everybody left, sam closes and locks the door. the smell didn't leave with the rest of the students. it stays. and that worries sam even more, but excites him at the same time. he was worried because he thought he mated with the wrong mate (or is it possible that he has more than one mate?) and he's excited because his omega smells so, so, so good.

"what?" you ask with an eyebrow raised. you're irritated with sam. first, he was being weird today. second, he was late for class. third, he can't think you didn't notice him scenting those omegas?!

"come here." sam was resting half of his bum against the teacher's table.

"no."

"omega," he warns. "come. here."

the omega inside you are keen to follow her alpha's order, but you can't back down now. at least, not today. there were so much happening today and you're mad at your alpha.

"how about you come here."

instead of being angry at you, sam takes that as a challenge. with a blink of an eye, he's right in front of you. so close that you can smell the papermint in his breath. with his fast movement, you almost tumble backwards yourself, but sam is sam. he's quick grab your wrist and pull you into his arms. and just like the first time you and sam found out that you're mates, sam has his nose on your mating gland.

you wiggle to get free. "sam, i have class."

sam scents you heavier while you're still trying to get yourself free. but the harder you wiggle, the tighter sam's arm around you. it causes more friction and makes sam excited rather than letting you go. "did you–did you change your perfume?"

"perfume?" your heart breaks. seriously, something isn't right. the next time you open your mouth, your voice comes out squeaky. "since when do i wear perfumes?"

"you–"

"let me go."

sam doesn't respond to your request, but keeps on smelling you and smelling you and smelling you.

"seriously, sam, just tell me."

"tell you what?" sam genuinely looks confused.

"that you have another omega."

"what?" this time, sam lifts his head from your mating gland. his arms loosened around your waist. and finally, with one push, you succeeded let yourself free. he laughs humourlessly. "what the hell are you talking about?"

"alright, that's it. i'm leaving."

no, you didn't mean you're leaving sam, but you're leaving the class because you have another class in two hours and you need something to eat. you're not in a good mood. you're sad. you're angry. you're hungry. if there's no glucose consumed by your body, you know you won't function for next class.

however, you didn't get to go to next class because you have a bad headache. once you reach the house you and sam share, you cannot stopped vomiting. you manage to drink some plain water. you tried to have biscuits, but all of them bile out a few minutes after.

when sam comes back home that evening, and found sleeping on the bathroom floor, he panics.

"y/n? shit. y/n, hey, wake up." he softly slaps your cheek to wake you up, brings you up to his lap and moves the hair on your face. you look so pale and it scares him so much.

you unconsciously mewl when sam's scent hits your nose. and you stir and push yourself close towards sam's chest. his scent calms you down. you feel a hand rubbing the top of your head. "omega, what happened?"

"i–d–know." you manage to answer weakly. "i just..." before you could finish your sentence, you're feeling nauseas again. and you quickly turn towards the toilet bowl. you don't want vomit on your alpha.

"let's go see doctor."

you're too sick, too tired, too weak to protest. plus, you're mature enough that you understood that this isn't because of food poisoning. this isn't because of pre-heat hormones. this is something else.

you nod your head. after washing your face and brush your teeth and changed into sam's shirt (because for particular reasons and especially right now, sam's shirt is the only clothe that your omega body is accepting), sam drives you to the clinic. special clinic for werewolves. and it's far enough that you threw up a few times more on the way.

you have started showing on your six months of pregnancy. you can't hide with baggy t-shirts anymore. you can't hide with your sweatshirts anymore. you can't even hide with your alphas extra, extra, extra large shirts anymore. and give up hiding it but you're still wearing sam's t-shirt as your maternity clothe because it's so comfortable and makes you calm throughout the day, on campus, without your alpha nearby.

sam is giving out informations for your assignments. and being a good student you are, you scribble notes so you won't forget even though you have more than 4 hours in a week to ask him about the assignment. while jotting down, you accidentally drop your pen and, something... a thing that if your alpha isn't a mature, possessive kind of alpha, you knew war could've happened.

sam was too far to the front to help you. and your stomach is too big for you to bend down and pick up your pen yourself so whether sam likes it or not, another alpha student in the class helps you. he bends down, picks up the pen, gets up, returns the pen to you, and smiles back at you when you say thanks to him. then, you return to your work, oblivious to how the alpha student eyeing your pregnant belly.

sam was fuming. but he's still in class. and he didn't want to lose his job especially now that both of you are expecting, he knows he wants all the luxuries to be given to his pups.

while still lecturing, he approaches you. and you can't help but to eye him warily because you know that this must have something to do with the alpha who helped you just now. once he's right beside you, he stops. he rests his hand on your shoulder at first as if to tell everyone in the lecture room that you're claimed, you're his. then, you feel his fingers caressing your mating gland.

and you shiver. and purring. and you can't stop yourself from submitting to your alpha in public, resting your head against the back of his hand. but you just had to. it's your dynamic. and you can't stop yourself especially when your alpha is showing dominance, especially when you're carrying his pups.

the humans find it cute, some make gagging sound, but with your dynamics, the situation becomes tense. the alpha who helped you keeps clenching his jaws, felt as if his ego is being torn down. other alphas look away, wishing they're anywhere else but here. betas are like humans. other omegas in the class room are glaring at you, wishing sam is caressing their mating gland or showing dominance towards them.

then, while sam's fingers are still on your mating gland, you feel something against your stomach.

"oh." you wince. you don't think it hurts, but definitely caught you off-guard. it's so hard that you feel as if your pups are trying to get themselves free from the cocoon of your belly.

"omega?" he asks, felt you jumped just now. his eyes caught your hands rubbing your stomach and he starts to panic.

"um, n–nothing, s–sir." it's wrong to call him sir, but again you're in– "oh." you jump again when there's another kick. good, that's good. the doctor says you'll be expecting kicks from your twin pups. that means your pups are healthy, but there's a problem.

you run your hands on your stomach to feel for another kick. there it is again. good. yes. just like what you want to feel even though it's so damn hurt, but why do you only feel only a pair of legs when you're pregnant with twins?

"ex–excuse me. i–i need to go to the toilet."

without waiting for sam's answer, you quickly stand up and head for the toilet as fast as your belly can bring you. once inside the toilet you lock the door (good thing the toilet is empty), wanting some privacy. you caress your stomach. up and down. left to right. trying to soothe your pups. you push your stomach here and there, trying to feel another pair of kicks, but there's still none.

you start to shake. your eyes watery. "please, moon goddess, please don't–"

suddenly, there's a knock on the door. "omega?"

as soon as you open the door, sam have his hands cup your face, asking if you're okay. but you're shaking and crying and anxious and worried about your pups that the sentence that came out of your mouth merely sounds like, "alpha, i'm– s–s–sorry. i– didn– the– pups– pups– they– hurts–"

"no, no. i'm not mad at you." sam's thumb brushes your cheeks, wiping your tears. he tries his best to purr for you so you'd come down. it's not good to be in a state like you are now for the pups. plus, he can't get answer from you when you can't speak. "tell me. tell me what happen and i'll help. sshhh, it's okay. i'm here. i'm right here with you."

"the pups–" you hiccup. "the pups–"

will sam be mad at you if you tell sam that one of the pups isn't kicking? will sam put all the blames in you because of that? will sam lock you inside your house after you tell sam about his pups?

"what happened?"

"kick. they– he– kicks."

hearing that sam sigh. his face lights up. and he smiles from ear to ear. "really?"

you nod your head. to prove him, you take sam's big hand and rests it on your stomach. sure enough, one of the pups kicks the father's hand. and sam looks as if it's the happiest day of his life.

then, something dawns on him. "but... they're twins..."

"that's what i– that's– sam, what's happening?" you burst again.

you love them. even though they haven't been born yet, but you have already love them. you don't want to lose both of them or either of them. you don't. you can't.

"let's go to the hospital." he grabs your wrist and starts leading you out of the building.

"what? you can't– you're having a class."

"they're dismissed."

"dismissed? but the class just started."

"it ended a second after you left. now let's go."

in the car towards pack hospital, you continue caressing your stomach to feel the kick of the second pair of legs. you even take sam's free hand and push it around your stomach as a trigger for the second pair to wake up. because who knows if the second pup is more attached to the father's, right? but to your dismay, there is none. still.

"hey, don't worry too much. i'm sure everything will be alright," sam says in the car. he can't see your lips turned downwards. his alpha hates to see his omega sad. but what does he know about a pregnant omega's feelings?

you ended up in the ward for a follow up.

soon, you realised the doctor was right. the other twin is the passive one though expected also being an alpha. he was sleeping and relaxing when his brother was active. that night, you feel the second kick and you and sam are overjoyed that both of you accidentally woke up other patients.

both you and sam are getting ready for class. sam is fixing his tie in front of the tall mirror while you're putting on your trousers. you approach your alpha to help him with his tie (one that he pretends he doesn't know how to tie the tie) and in front of him, you feel a gush of water coming our of your vagina like a water fall.

you look down. your trousers are fully wet. well, what else do you expect? it's water. not merely slick. there's a big black spot on the carpeted floor. the only good thing here is that, it's not blood, though it still has a distinguishing smell.

"oh, no! alpha." you reach for your big alpha with one hand and hold your belly with the other. you're yet to feel the contraction but the water is making you uncomfortable.

sam looks down with eyebrows knitted on his temple. he knows. he understands. he knows his pups are coming. he's ready but not prepared for them to come today!

sam is not thinking about his job anymore. he's barely thinking about the pungent smell. he's not thinking about the hygiene. he picks you up and places you inside his car. he kisses the top of your head before he runs back inside the house a bag and other supplies. before he leave the house, he makes sure that everything is in safe condition, only by that time, you're starting to feel the contraction.

dammit. you thought being in heat is already a torture...

sam manages to drive under speed limit but fast enough to arrive at the pack hospital before your delivery. but throughout the journey, you're already crying without tears, suppressing the contraction pain. it hurts, it hurts so damn much that it makes you re-thinking your life choice.

sam tried to be a great alpha by massaging your back. he takes off his coat and wraps it around your shoulder, hoping it'll help you with the pain. but right now, there's nothing else that could you ease with that. even with his purr, even with his kisses on your mating gland once both of you're in the hospital room and you're already in hospital gowns.

you're in the delivery room for 16 hours. 16 hours of breathing. 16 hours of massaging. 16 hours of crying. 16 hours of laughing. 16 hours of blaming your alpha for putting you through this. 16 hours of discussing either or not you want more pups (you discussed with your alpha that you want as many children both of you can produce and your alpha agreed with that). 16 hours of talking to distract you from the pain. well, only one thing way helps: the one when your alpha finger you, but even that only works for a short time.

and then, finally, after 16 hours of through these all, two beautiful alphas came out of you. the doctors are quick to clean them before returning them back to you and your alpha for claiming and skinships. and your world can't even be more beautiful than this.

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #alpha sam #omega reader #abo #supernatural #alpha omega #alpha in rut #omega in heat #omega student #alpha teacher #student teacher #pregnant omega #jealous alpha #mate #claim #safe love #pups

[ofwarriorsandwomen]

23.03.2024 | Back in the garden

#student #university #aesthetic #studyblr #fitblr #student teacher #2024 #goals #academia #dark academia #gardening #garden #cottagecore #cozy cottage #cottage aesthetic #cottage witch

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was helping my sister buy a whole bathroom and behind me my Drama teacher’s student teacher asked Trey Parker, creator of South Park, out on a date. Someone in the distance shouted: “YEAH! PUT TREY PARKER TO BED!”

I don’t know what Trey Parker looks like.

#dream #text #July 15th 2022 #trey parker #south park #sister #family #drama teacher #student teacher #drama #teacher #date

[monster-cock69]

“I didn’t know I was pregnant until I thought I had apendicitis” Peter and “wtf do you mean my best student had a baby” Tony

#starker #peter parker #avengers #marvel #tony stark #spiderman #prompt #someone please write this #iron man #omegaverse I suppose #omegaverse #omega Peter #alpha Tony #OOOOO #OMEGA TONY #student teacher

[putmeinaclassroom]

intro 💋

hello! my name is val and my friend told me to come on here because im obsessed with my teacher <3 my history teacher, named m, is only 20 years older than me, and my period has like 12 people in it, so i talk to him a lot in class. i am 16 years old btw.

im well aware that this is inappropriate and immoral, and i am not actively pursuing my tc, and he is not pursuing me.

i do not condone pedophilia in any way, and this is simply a tc.

#tc crush #tc community #teacher crush community #age difference #teacher crush #male teacher x female student #male teacher crush #female student #tc blog #tc love #tc feelings #teacher student #student teacher

[bl-bam-beyond]

SAHARA SENSEI TO TOKI-KUN (2024, JAPAN)

Episode 5

After an end of the year hiatus, this Japanese BL returns with two (or three) confession.

When we left off, Toki (HACHIMURA RINTARO) used violence to put Todo down. And was immediately pursued by Sahara (KIZU TAKUMI)

Caught fairly quickly Sahara opened up about his past to Toki. And Toki in turn basically made his feelings clear.

Sahara also confessed without saying the words (per se) asking Toki to wait for him. A teacher has fallen for his student.

But a twist of an ending has the man from from Sahara's past entering the picture but as what?

@pose4photoml @lutawolf @bengiyo @kingofthereblog-boysloveed

#EPISODE 5 #SAHARA SENSEI TO TOKI-KUN #JAPANESE BL SERIES #FIRST EPISODE OF 2024 #A CONFESSION AND A RETURN CONFESSION #STUDENT TEACHER #My GIFS #MYGIFSET #MY-GIF-EDIT #BL-BAM-BEYOND FAMILY OF BLOGS

[jess1esg1rl]

HOT FOR TEACHER

— young!teacher gracie abrams × student fem!reader

c/w: slightly noncon, teacher×student, gracie has a g!p, submissive!reader, nipple play, fingering, manipulation, squirting, unprotected sex, mommy kink, slapping, degradation kink

I sat in the back of class, watching my teacher. God, she looked so hot in her mini skirt and white shirt, she was young, 27.

I could feel myself getting wet as I fantasized about her touching me. The class ended, I hadn't been paying attention, until she came up to me "Y/n, are you okay?" She asked, I hurriedly nodded, stuffing my stuff in my bag fastly.

I needed to get out of there. I stood up, about to walk away, but she grabbed my wrist, "Wait, y/n, I need to talk to you about something."

Jesus

I sat back down reluctantly, not meeting her eyes. "Yes?" I asked, "I need you to actually look at me, while I talk to you." She says I sigh heavily, finally meeting her eyes, "Yes?" I ask again begrudgingly, "Y/n, you've been falling behind in class, has something been distracting you?" She asks concernedly

Why is she so nice? I wondered, now I have no reason to be mean to her, so I just shrug. She puts her hand on my shoulder, "Y/n, I know it's not nothing. What's been bothering you?" She asks, as she sat down beside me.

"You" I blurt before I can even think, her eyes widen and she furrows her brows, "What?" She asks confused, I sigh, "Nothing, nevermind." I shake my head.

I stood up But she quickly forced my legs back down, she's towering over me. I look away from her, she pulls my chin back, so I'm forced to look at her, "What's bothering you? And don't you lie to me, y/n." She says, this time she doesn't sound so sweet.

"I...fuck, I can't." I shake my head, "Well, you're not leaving this room untill I get a reason why." She says unwavering, "I have class." I reasoned, even though I didn't give a shit about my class. "I'll give you a late pass, I'm serious, y/n." She says strictly

My cheats flare with blush, "C-Can you move, please?" I ask, stammering slightly. But she just steps closer to me, our knees are brushing, and her face is so close, I can smell her minty breath. She forces my chin up again, "Tell me right now, little girl." She demands

I whimpered quietly, as her knee accidentaly brushed against my clothed crotch, I wasn't wearing underwear and the crotch of my jenas were slightly wet from my arousal.

She seemed to notice, but instead of pulling away, she pushed her knee harder against my crotch, "What is it, little girl?" She asked, but I couldn't speak, soley focused on her knee up agsinst my crotch.

"Hmm?" She asked, then I noticed something, something buldging in her pants, "What's that?" I ask, she furrows her brows, "What?" She asks, but then she saw, "Oh" Is all she muttered. Her confident atmosphere seemed to disperse, as she stepped back.

I sighed, "I can't focus in clsss, because I'm so focused on you." I mutter, I was suprised to hear her say, "I know." I furrow my brows, "What?"

"You're really obvious, you shouldn't stare, it's very rude" She said, she sits on top of me, and then I know what that buldge in her pants is. "Shit..." I moan, "Is that..." I trail off, she kisses me, hot and fast. Grinding her hips into mine, "F-Fuck" I groaned

"Such a dirty mouth on you, little girl" she tsked, this all felt so unreal. I had dreamed about this since I stepped foot into her classroom, it felt like an ungodly fantasy.

"Why-why are you.." I began to ask, but my mouth felt dry, my tongue stuck to the root of my mouth. She got up, I whimpered at the feeling leaving.

"Is this not what you want?" She asked, tilting her head slightly. I shook my head fastly, "I-I-I" I stuttered, unable to form a coherent sentence

"Words baby" she said, "Ms. Abrams, I-" I began to say, but I was cut off my her hand striking hard against my cheek, "That's not my name" she said

My mind felt so foggy, I couldn't even think. I just whimpered, giving her a pleading look. She pouted slightly in fake sympathy, she brushed her thumb against my cheek, "Poor baby, can't even think you're so needy"

"Do you want Mommy to put her cock inside your pussy, huh?" She asks, already pulling her skirt down.

I nodded furiously, pratically about to cry from frustration. When she'd got out of her jeans, she unbuttoned my jeans pulling them down.

"Naught girl, I see. No panties, huh?" She tsked, I blushed slightly embarrassed, "So wet, all for me?" She asked, I nodded

She pulled down her boxers, revealing her thick, long, hard cock. I gasped in shock, it was so big, "Suprised, baby?" She chuckled slightly, I was too dumbfounded to speak.

She slowly pushed her cock inside of me, I moaned at the impact "mmph, s-s big" I cried, "Shh, i'll be gentle I promise." She cooed, she slowly went inside of you. Until I didn't think I could take anymore, "P-Please, I can't." I whimpered

She just pushed forcefully all the way inside of me, I was sure she was going to tear me open. "O-Oh, god" I moaned, tears brimming in my eyes

I cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, it was all so overwhelmingly good. I threw my head back as I felt my orgasm come on, "Mommy please" I beg blinking back tears, i needed to cum.

"I-I cant" I moaned loudly, my orgasm came over me, I cam hard and fast. As she kept pushing inside of me, slowing down her pace as I rode out my high.

I panted breathlessly, "that'll teach you to pay attention in my class, next time little girl" Ms. Abrams berated, scoldingly.

I couldn't tell if she was serious, and honestly I didn't think I could ever focus in her class again.

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