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The plot of Breaking Bad except Walter White was a college professor living in a dorm.
#dream#text#October 7th 2023#breaking bad#walter white#college professor#dorm#college#professor#queueueueueueueueueueueueueue
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Can you do a Zeke one?
𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 ᯐ
pairings- Professor! Zeke x Fem! Reader
a/n- i love this man with all my heart // not proofreading bc if i do i’ll cringe and delete the whole thing
cw- Teacher x Student relations, fantasizing, some mentions of guilt, public masturbation, age gap (reader is early 20s / Zeke is mid 40s), unprotected sex, use of praise as always ❦
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In all his years of teaching, he’d never had a student quite like you. Never had he even considered looking at one of his students as anything more. Then you came along. Or rather, he did.
It was good to start a clean slate every now and then, to get a chance at doing something new. So he decided to take a sabbatical leave, temporarily parting from his home country.
It wasn’t the first time he had traveled to the states, but teaching there was a different story.
Seemed phyc was a more common course to take for a GPA raise rather than it was important. Most students didn’t take his teachings all that seriously, handing in the most atrocious attempts at an essay.
No one engaged in his lectures, even when he made an effort to make them more interesting and interactive. They all just lifelessly sat through each day, like his words went in one ear and right out the other.
Only you seemed to be interested in actually learning, laughed at his dry humored jokes when none of your other peers did. It was his only motivation to get through each day. He considered going back to his roots. It all felt sort of pointless, like he wasn’t getting through to anyone.
Sure his lessons and theories were a little old fashioned and boring at times, but he didn’t think he was all that bad. It was what he worked so hard through his youth for. He was pretty confident in all his knowledge and wanted nothing more than to provide his insight which you finally gave him a chance at.
You never skipped class, always turned in assignments on time, and you actually participated. Every question you’d be the first to raise your hand, most times you’d be the only one to do so. You even went out of your way to speak with him after class ended, either questions about the lecture or just to talk to him in general.
He knew he shouldn’t favor his students, but really he couldn’t help it.
You put so much effort into studying, and it showed in all your test results. Exams were a breeze for you because you actually heard him when he spoke. Always front row.
He looked forward to seeing you there, probably more than he should. And he absolutely despised seeing you talking to your other teachers. He could only hope he was your favorite.
It was that jealous build up that made him realize just how much you started to cloud his thoughts.
He started to favor you so much he could hardly see your faults. Any mistakes on your papers, he’d ignore, just to see you beam at his approval when it was handed back. Not that he needed any excuse to praise you, you were without a doubt at the top of your class even without his foul play.
In no way did you try to provoke him. You were a humble girl, just trying to get your credits. Yet he couldn’t help but wish it was something more than that.
The way you looked at him, as if waiting for something. He couldn’t resist the feeling of wanting you. And that want was gradually shifting into a need. No woman in his age group ever got him that needy. Only you and your possibly yearning gaze.
He grips his cock, stroking to the thought of you like a mad man after class. Nobody came into his office after lunch hours anyway.
He cusps his freehand over his mouth to silence his pathetic groaning as he fucks into his other one, closing his eyes tight and imagining you at the front of his class. Just sitting and listening to him so intently. You were so innocently enticing.
Just the thought of you doing something so normal was enough to make him lose himself.
It was so morally wrong and he knew that deep down. It only made it feel more thrilling, making him shoot spurts all over the underside of his desk.
God, he was a sick man. Completely thinking with his dick as if he was a teenaged boy again. He felt like he needed to be baptized or something.
But even with the aftermath guilt, his need for you was unwavering. He just didn’t know how to get closer to you. You probably didn’t see him that way. He didn’t think he fit the role of the ‘sexy professor’ that all the girls fawned over. He was just a dorky middle aged man trying to be what his parents wanted him to be. It was more than likely that you only saw him for what he was.
It was normal to have at least one teachers pet. You just tried harder than most to be successful. If you want something, you have to earn it.
You knew that all too well. Which was the real reason behind your commitment to his class.
Sure, you needed those credits and a straight grade, but those weren’t your main concerns. The second you stepped foot in that room and laid eyes on him, he became the whole focus point. He was beautiful and not in a self absorbed way, which was so rare. It was like he didn’t even realize how appealing he was, and you wanted nothing more than to show him.
Anyone could take notice of how awkward his lectures were. When he tried to interact and joke around and they were all so blandly silent. You felt bad.
Soon, you started putting yourself in front of him as much as you possibly could, becoming one of the only ones to make an effort to engage with the poor man. It was clear he was trying his best.
And he was an excellent instructor. You weren’t all brains, and his lectures made more sense than any of the previous. To you, everything he taught just clicked. You were fascinated by his witt, even his profound opinions. It was the only class you didn’t feel obligated to attend.
At first he was just eye candy. But over time you grew to actually appreciate his unique personality as well. He wore his heart on his sleeve more than he probably realized. You could read him like an open book. And it was especially clear how he felt in the way he looked at you, and that lopsided greeting smile when you looked back.
He seemed so happy every time you’d approach him after class. It was clear he was lonely. No one appreciated him the way you did, and you couldn’t understand why. It was beyond pity. You just wanted to see those blue-grey eyes light up, and for his smile to actually reach them.
And him in general.
You could hardly sit still at the sound of his voice going on about the ‘hierarchy of needs’. Well he was leaving out a major one.
You clench your thighs together tighly, shifting like you’re uncomfortable just for the friction from the seem in the crotch of your jeans, gnawing on your inner cheek like a dog with a bone. The last thing you wanted was to let a moan slip in front of everyone. Even you realize how desperate you were behaving. The man was just talking for fucks sake.
It was always so easy for you to take it in before, but now you’re not following what he’s teaching at all, only focusing on the rasp undertone of his voice. Imagining how it’d sound if he was buried deep inside you.
You orgasm so easily, making a mess inside your pants. You just hoped no one took notice of your writhing, and that he wasn’t looking at the way your eyes rolled back as you came so hard to the thought of him. Though a part of you wanted him to catch on.
Eventually your lack of ability to pay attention caught up to you. Your grades started to slip, which shocked him since you were doing so well before. He couldn’t help but feel concerned and he wanted to know the cause of the change. Which led you to being called into his office, with the door and blinds shut for privacy.
Where you always deep down aspired to be. Just preferably not for this reason. You never wanted to disappoint him.
“Have a seat wherever you’re comfortable,” he says, pulling up one of your recent works.
You pull out the chair in front of his desk, plopping down and looking everywhere but at him. Blatantly obvious you’re aware of the reason you were summoned.
“Forgive me for being vague in my email… I just wanted to check on you.” he says. “Lately you’ve been…sort of out of it. I just want to be sure you’re taking care of yourself.”
“No need to be concerned about me, Professor Yeager.” you immediately chime in. “I’ll pick up the slack.”
“I’m not as much worried about your grades as I am about you. You’re a very talented girl. I’d hate to see you struggle, especially on my account.”
“It’s not your fault,” yes it is. “You’re one of the greatest teachers i’ve ever had.”
And that’s one of the sweetest things he’s ever heard. He struggles to keep up his professional facade as those words come out of your mouth. Something he had wanted to receive throughout his whole career.
“Is that so?” he presses on. “Why is that? I fear i’m nothing short of the average.”
You breathe out, almost frustrated by his self undermining. “You’re anything but average, professor. In all aspects.”
You couldn’t be more obvious. The only way you were getting anywhere with him was by being flat out bold. Even if he turned you down, you couldn’t miss out on the chance to reveal yourself. It was nearing the end of his sabbatical leave. You knew he would only be there for one semester.
“In…all aspects?”
You wanted to curl up and die. You knew he was a bit of a loser, but thought surely he could take a hint. He had to have had a woman in his life at some point.
Instead of further delving into the details of feelings, you shoot your shot, leaning in to take his lips. No way to misinterpret that.
It finally clicks with him then. You wanted him all the same, came straight to him.
Next thing you know, you’re flat on your stomach, face smooshed against the smooth wood of his desk with his cock jabbing in and out of your drenched cunt. He didn’t have to restrain himself any longer, finally you were right where he wanted you to be. All those days of pumping into his hand were nothing compared to actually having you. Just as tight and eager as he imagined. He knew you were innocent on the outside, but nobody is ever fully innocent on the inside.
“Such a pretty girl,” he moans. “I’ve waited so long to have you like this.”
He hits that spot repeatedly, making you gasp for breaths. “s’ too good…” you mewl, your pussy practically swallowing him up whole.
“Thank you for being such a wonderful student,” he groans, hips stuttering as he feels you tighten around his length. “Taking me so damn good…”
“I’m so proud of you for how far you’ve come.” he adds, and you turn into a puddle. “All for me,”
He continues to rut into you, neither of you caring about the consequences. Your moans are so angelic to him. He wishes he could watch your face, look into your eyes while he fucks you. He just wants you to need him.
“Gonna cum, Professor!” you warn with a whine, only urging him to pick up the pace. He hooks his arm underneath you, rapidly rubbing your puffy clit to break you further.
“That’s it…” he pants. “Cum with me. All over my cock.”
“ Give it to me, please.”
You clamp down as you finally burst. The feeling takes you whole. Your mouth opens but no sound comes out. You feel your body tingling from head to toe as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release.
You’re put down to a breathless, whiny mess, unable to even see straight or think about anything but your teacher’s cock, stuffing you oh so full of his cum with no regard.
He keeps going until it’s overstimulating him. He didn’t want to part from you. Ever. But as it got to be too much, he forces himself to pull out, releasing a pitiful whimper at the separation.
But you looked so beautiful, sprawled out and twitching on his desk. He couldn’t control the hardening of his cock again. He needed a break, though he didn’t know how long he could last without your warmth again. He needed to have all of you for himself. He’d never be satisfied otherwise.
“Can you take me again?” he asks, not wanting to tire you out entirely. You still had class after this.
You babble out repetitive pleads for more in response and he has to grip his length to calm the throbbing. He couldn’t wait, even for five minutes. You had him completely addicted at the first taste.
“That’s my girl.”
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things i've heard college professors say pt. 15
-type “humpty dumpty sat on a wall humpty dumpty had a great fall” with no spaces and no regrets
-I sincerely don’t sit around reading the wills of people from 16th century Stratford-upon-Avon
-do we have a federal department of education? *reluctantly* yes we do
-okay. It’s 10:30 and I’m cold and mad.
-I was assigned to read Macbeth and was like what the fuck, I want to play Nintendo
-That sounds like something said by someone who wrote 12 historyplays
-I googled today, which I really suggest you guys do
-not to bring up florida,
-current event: balloons!
-(cytogeneticist) I make a lot of money saying I don’t know. It’s a pretty sweet gig.
-*someone comes into the classroom looking lost* is there a meeting in here at 11?
(professor) no i don’t think so, this class goes until 11:30
*person leaves*
(professor, turning back to the class) probably a serial killer
-Yeah, and then Shakespeare was like I never fucking loved you–
-The three typical sources of creative nonfiction essays are the unconscious mind, literature, or the trauma of our lives. Now none of these are technically untrue–
-you don’t have to be smart to understand Shakespeare
*alarm starts going off on student’s phone*
OH GOD I’M SORRY IM BEING SMITED
-“In which the men spend several hours taunting each other with speeches and thwacking each other with sticks.” Yes. That sounds perfect.
-This is, like, nerdy shit I’ve learned over the years
#student life#gen z#college#college life#gen z life#student problems#college humor#college problems#student humor#gen z problems#studyblr#gen z humor#college professor
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Bing Image Creation for the win.
A before-and-after portrait of a professor. Before: a 52-year-old professor, obese & soft, weighing 240 pounds, with short chestnut hair greying at the temples and glasses. After: the same professor at 53 years old, transformed into a super-heavyweight bodybuilder, weighing 250 pounds with a ripped physique. He has buzzed chestnut hair greying at the temples, a wide jaw, prominent cheekbones, thick brow, muscular neck, prominent trapezius muscles, and well-developed deltoids.
#ai before and after#bing ai#bing image creator#ai generated#ai image#ai muscle#ai bodybuilder#college professor
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Can someone drop a tutorial on how to ask your professor for help on an assignment, not sure how to do that yet.
Like I’m scared to email them, I’m scared to talk to them in person, I’m scared to go to office hours. How do I fix this???? 😭
#college#college student#college struggles#college stress#mental health is shit rn#like seriously it’s bad#college problems#college professor
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STORYTIME!
You know this meme, right?
Fucking iconic.
Well, this past semester, I had a storyboarding class, and the woman teaching it was the creator of this meme. She DREW IT!
You may be asking, "Oh, was she on the P&F crew?" Nope, she wasn't.
The real reason the drawing was hung up in the office where the show was being made was because someone in the crew printed it out. Turns out on that one tweet Dan made addressing this meme was just him misremembering it.
I wish to claim bragging rights and I am NOT sorry XD
Also, if by chance, one of my classmates stumbles across this blog... please don't judge me. XD
#This woman had a lot of wild stories#apparently she had storyboarded for a really low-rated cartoon show I cant remember the name of#she said there was a scene where she had to storyboard c*m#I cannot make this shit up#phineas and ferb#know your meme#meme#iconic meme#mom holy fuck#candace flynn#college life#college professor
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#dank memes#funny post#meme#dank#silly#funny#funny pics#funny pictures#dankest memes#humor#memes#comedy#college students#college#college professor
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Professor: “I was a poor student once…now I’m a poor professor.”
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Famous singer/songwriter Will Wood was my college professor. I have no idea what he taught but he kept giving us quizzes on his songs. My friend, who doesn't know who he is IRL, was there and I helped her cheat.
#dream#will wood#singer#songwriter#college#professor#college professor#school#music#quiz#song#friend
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i want to be the teachers pet to some sexy college professor.
please let me know what i can do for extra credit sir
#older daddy#mature daddy#older male#oldermen#college professor#teachers pet#student x professor#student x college professor
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Okay so y'all know that meme that's like
Person A: ARE YOU-
Person B: *cussing*
Person A: -KIDDING ME?!!?!
That meme just summoned a memory to the surface so now it’s storytime! In my 2nd year of college I had the world’s coolest, best geography teacher ever, and I mean that 100% he’s the best college teacher I’ve ever had bar none and the way he taught geography was amAzing, but anyway when we got to China and we were talking about the Three Gorges Dam he designated a guy to say the word “Dam” for him bc he liked to amuse us college kids, it made the information stick better, so as he was lecturing he would be like "The Three Gorges" and then the guy in the front row would say "Dam" and if he didn't say it fast enough he got a Look™ "this" "Dam" "produces a lot of hydroelectricity" like it was so funny had me rolling in my seat
#geography#world regional geography#college#college class#college professor#geography professor#that guy was in a league of his own#I actually looked forward to his class every day#and I took it bc my brother had him the semester before I did and he was like “you have GOT to take this guy's geography class”#and we both recommend our younger brother take his class when he gets to college#dude was brilliant#meme#story time with martian#I must tell more stories about him because he was a gem#he was utterly hilarious#and I aced his class
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Bing Image Creation with ChatGPT
Generate an image of a stylishly hip and muscular college professor standing at the front of a lecture hall during a scholarly lecture. Emphasize the comical incongruity of his colossal musculature within the academic setting. Picture the professor confidently delivering the lecture while showcasing an unexpectedly powerful physique. Pay attention to the reactions of the students, capturing a mix of surprise and amusement.
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I love it when my professors respond to my little doodles in my exam margins
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most of my college courses have a little “assignment” at the beginning of the semester that is basically just an icebreaker type thing. (it has questions like “what are your hobbies”, “what’s an interesting fact about yourself”, etc.) and on said assignment (most of the time) is a spot for you to put your pronouns if you want. i put she/they/he for all of them, as most of the time, professors will just try to talk around them anyway.
then in one of my classes, i’m having trouble with my assignment, so i ask for help. she takes a bit to get to me because she’s helping other people first, but that’s fine. then she gets to me and says “so, what’s the problem sir? or ma’am, or whatever you’re going by today” and i gotta say it caught me off guard (in a good way). like, she remembered! tbh, sometimes i even forget peoples names and such (not just for trans ppl, im just bad with names in general lol) and seeing a teacher actually remember my preferences instantly made me like that teacher more than i already did.
i didn’t say anything back about it. because i couldn’t think of anything to say. but she’s referred to me like that every time since, and it just makes me so happy. i have tears in my ryes as i’m tyiing this.
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High school teachers: "In college this shit won't fly! you have to be professional and professors won't tolerate being goofy"
The emails I send to my professors as a fourth-year undergrad:
#college#university#college student#university student#college professor#professor#is there a doctor on this flight
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