#Teacher Apparel

[noisycowboyglitter]

Dab with the Pack: Dabbing Werewolf Halloween Costume Essentials

Picture this: the full moon rises on All Hallows' Eve, casting an eerie glow over the landscape. Shadows lengthen, and a cool breeze rustles through bare tree branches. But instead of the expected howl, we hear... music? And there, silhouetted against the moonlit sky, is a sight both bizarre and oddly captivating - a werewolf striking the dab pose.

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This isn't your typical lycanthrope. Our dabbing werewolf has fully embraced modern pop culture, blending the supernatural with the viral. Standing on two legs, its muscular form is covered in thick, shaggy fur ranging from deep browns to silvery grays. Sharp claws extend from its paw-like hands and feet, glinting in the moonlight. The werewolf's elongated snout is filled with gleaming fangs, and pointed ears perk up attentively.

But here's where things take a turn for the surreal. Instead of lunging at prey or howling at the moon, this werewolf has one arm stretched out to the side while the other is bent, bringing the elbow up to cover its eyes in the iconic dab motion. Its lupine features are arranged in an expression that can only be described as pure, unbridled enthusiasm.

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The juxtaposition of the fearsome creature and the playful pose creates a visual that's equal parts humorous and uncanny. It's as if the werewolf, mid-transformation, decided to take a break from its usual terrorizing routine to bust out some trendy moves.

Surrounding our dabbing werewolf is a Halloween tableau that only emphasizes the absurdity of the scene. Jack-o'-lanterns grin from nearby porches, their flickering lights casting dancing shadows. Fake cobwebs stretch between trees, and plastic skeletons dangle from branches. In the distance, costumed trick-or-treaters can be seen making their rounds, blissfully unaware of the dabbing monster in their midst.

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This image encapsulates the spirit of a modern Halloween - a holiday that blends the spooky with the silly, the traditional with the trendy. It's a perfect representation of how classic horror tropes can be reimagined and made relevant for a new generation. The dabbing werewolf becomes a mascot for those who love Halloween but prefer their scares with a heavy dose of humor.

For costume enthusiasts and party-goers, the Dab Dabbing Werewolf offers inspiration for a unique and memorable outfit. Imagine showing up to a Halloween bash in full werewolf regalia, only to spend the night striking dab poses for photos. It's a guaranteed conversation starter and a surefire way to stand out in a sea of generic costumes.

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This concept also lends itself well to Halloween-themed merchandise. Picture t-shirts, hoodies, and even inflatable lawn decorations featuring the dabbing werewolf. It's the kind of image that could easily go viral on social media, spreading Halloween cheer in an unexpected way.

In essence, the Dab Dabbing Werewolf - Halloween keyword represents a playful collision of worlds. It's a reminder that even the most fearsome creatures of the night aren't immune to the allure of internet trends. This werewolf howls not just at the moon, but at the ever-changing landscape of pop culture, inviting us all to embrace the fun and freaky spirit of Halloween.

[bellewood222]

(via "Book Sharing" Journal for Sale by Bellewood222)

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[swansongfr]

Missing one festival on fr is just like missing a single day of school sick. you miss everything cool and you come back like. What Do You Mean You Watched A Nature Documentary During Class

[roseband]

also in the trickle of info from the 8 hour fight that was michael going to CNY (which is why he got so stressed that he was shitting blood)

the reason the whore is doing this to us is cause she needs to "protect her son and the family's assets from me cause i have a single mom so she has to be poor so im probably out for their money and have to show my worth"

IM FROM FOREST HILLS WHAT THE FUCK?

like what in the misogynistic "but women can't have good jobs" brainrot is this, you've been in my moms building and seen the DOORMAN? if that wasn't a teeeeeeeny weeeeeny hint to the class divide between me and michael and it ain't in the direction this dumb slut thinks?? (Also like my moms /only/ upper middle class, I do not think this psycho knows what "rich" looks like in nyc and I have a few friends from temple as a kid who are rich rich (like non scholarship UNIS and horace mann students lol) cause I went to temple in fucking......forest hills) like for fucks sake my moms worth more than double these freaks stfu????? what fucking money? there's no money for me to be after?

WHAT THE FUCK

sorry that you're unskilled and can't make money, none of the women in my family can relate lul they're doctors, teachers at the top of the payscale, and accountants you freak????

also like any friend we've told about this have all literally had the same reaction of "wait...isn't erica basically a JAP lul" or "no one would think ericas with you for money unless they were insane or really fucking sexist cause like......shes a JAP"

like i literally will not touch my mom's money, HATE when she pays for stuff, will literally not allow her to pay for stuff and venmo her to be equal cause i earn my own and can do on my own but tf??? because i'm not buying luxury designer bullshit cause i don't need to wealth signal you think my family is poor and i'm out for your non-existent riches??????

[edernetdotorg]

Top Cardigan Picks for Teachers This Winter

Brace yourselves for a lesson in ‘Cardi-Glam’101’—where comfort meets charisma—and we trade in red pens for red-hot fashion. As teachers, we know you’ve mastered the art of multitasking, from juggling lesson plans to gracefully herding students through the maze of academia. Now, it’s time to add a dash of style to our daily syllabus. Join us on this sartorial adventure as we navigate the…

[marouishop01]

Check out this awesome 'it’s me, hi I'm the teacher it's me funny' design on @TeePublic!

[swimmingruinsdream]

Your Future Is Bright Back To School Funny Teacher T-Shirt

This "Your Future Is Bright, Back To School" shirt is perfect for any teacher who loves a good joke. With a humorous design that combines academic imagery with a bright outlook on the future, this shirt is sure to bring a smile to anyone's face. It's a great gift for teachers, students, or anyone who loves a good laugh.

[otpassionproject]

Special Education Teachers (SPED) are truly amazing! They work with students everyday who may have developmental, physical and behavioral/emotional needs. They are teaching a modified curriculum, adapting school resources to help students meet their sensory needs, creating new and innovative ideas to educate their students and constantly advocating for their students! They do all of this with so much heart and love while being significantly underpaid or without adequate assistance inside their classroom, school and/or district. SPED teachers advocate for inclusion and communicate with other teachers, administrators and parents to help their kids meet their educational goals! We love our SPED teachers!

https://www.otpassionproject.etsy.com

[heckling-hydrena]

a lot of people are making jokes about how staff is gonna regret releasing this apparel, but I fully believe they expected this after the slime/sludge cum dragon scandal and also the smirch cum dragon scandal (2 nickels). if anything I think they'll just be mildly disappointed in us like how a sex ed teacher is mildly disappointed when the class starts giggling over the word 'penis'

[astrolocherry]

Astrology Midheaven in Fire Signs (Aries Midheaven, Leo Midheaven, Sagittarius Midheaven): Honourable sacrifice, emergency response, speculation and investment, manufacturing, devoting talents to the pursuit of one of them as a profession Midheaven in Earth Signs (Taurus Midheaven, Virgo Midheaven, Capricorn Midheaven: Business, trade, healing crafts, retail, cuisine, mechanics, accountants, jewellers Midheaven in Air Signs (Gemini Midheaven, Libra Midheaven, Aquarius Midheaven: Scientific and academic pursuits, thinkers and speakers, media, travel - vocations at altitude Midheaven in Water Signs (Cancer Midheaven, Scorpio Midheaven, Pisces Midheaven): Healing arts, incline to employment on/near water; attendants of spiritual/religious ritual - mortuaries, burials, matters surrounding birth and death Midheaven Taurus/Libra Venus in the 10th House: Signifies inclinations for perfumery, cosmetics, apparel & costumes, flowers, wines, cuisine, finance, financial advising Midheaven Gemini/Mercury in the 10th House: Teachers, salespeople, writers - all those who live by literature, informants, academics Midheaven Cancer/Moon in the 10th House: Produces teachers, nurses and carers for children, the elderly, & vulnerable people, storywriters, musicians Midheaven Sagittarius/Jupiter in the 10th House: Offices of magistrates, judges, tutors, business - specifically foreign trade

Cherry

[noisycowboyglitter]

Boo-tiful Bookshelf: Adorable Ghost-Themed Books to Read This Halloween

Picture a charming Halloween scene where the spooky meets the adorable. A translucent, marshmallow-like ghost floats gently in a cozy corner, defying expectations with its endearing presence. This little specter, with large, expressive eyes and a perpetually surprised expression, cradles an oversized, leather-bound book in its wispy arms.

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The ghost's makeshift reading nook is nestled in an old attic, illuminated by the warm glow of flickering jack-o'-lanterns. Dust motes dance in the candlelight, creating an atmospheric haze around our ethereal bookworm. Cobwebs drape from exposed rafters, forming delicate canopies overhead.

Despite lacking physical form, the ghost's face portrays intense concentration as it pores over the tome's weathered pages. Perhaps it's engrossed in a collection of classic horror stories or whimsical Halloween tales. A tiny pair of reading glasses perches impossibly on its non-existent nose, adding to the comical charm.

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Surrounding the ghost are stacks of books on various Halloween themes – from witch's spellbooks to werewolf legends. A mischievous black cat curls up nearby, keeping our spectral friend company during its literary adventures.

This heartwarming scene captures the essence of a not-so-scary Halloween, where even the otherworldly find joy in simple pleasures. It's a reminder that the holiday isn't just about frights and scares, but also about the magic of imagination and the comfort of a good story – even for those who've long since shuffled off this mortal coil.

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The Teacher Top Long Sleeve is a versatile and professional garment designed for educators who value both style and comfort in the classroom. This top features full-length sleeves, providing warmth and coverage throughout the school day.

Crafted from a breathable, wrinkle-resistant fabric blend, it maintains a polished appearance from morning bell to dismissal. The classic silhouette offers a tailored fit that's neither too tight nor too loose, allowing for easy movement during lessons and activities.

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Available in a range of solid colors and subtle patterns, this top pairs well with slacks, skirts, or casual bottoms for a put-together look. Thoughtful details like reinforced seams ensure durability, while a slightly relaxed neckline adds comfort without sacrificing professionalism.

Perfect for male and female teachers alike, this long-sleeve top strikes an ideal balance between practicality and presentability, making it a staple in any educator's wardrobe.

[earth2rin]

emo megs?

megumi fushiguro x fem!reader

words: 1.4k

summary: just thoughts about megs <3 non-sourcer au, not proofread ;)

cw: piercings, megumi being a bit insecure, maybe like one curseword

scumbag!megumi who unironically is an alt/emo kid in the modern world.

scumbag!megumi who’s eyebrow and snakebite piercings ward off any suitors.

scumbag!megumi who’s apparel makes people think he’s weird and they tend to avoid any interactions with him.

scumbag!megumi who is too enthralled with the yabujin playing through his wired headphones to realize there’s a new student that just walked into the classroom.

scumbag!megumi who fails to notice your presence when the teacher sat you right next to him. there were always empty seats around him.

scumbag!megumi who doesn’t realize he has you in 3 other classes.

scumbag!megumi who only began to notice you when you would send a small smile and wave towards him in the morning. he thought you were kind of pretty.

scumbag!megumi who would greet you with a ‘sup’ whenever you finally gained the courage to actually say hi to him in the morning.

scumbag!megumi who would ask you for the notes from the previous day since he wasn’t there for the lecture. you always replied with a chirpy ‘of course!’ and would hand it to him with a smile.

scumbag!megumi who gave you the vibes that he never really was listening to the small conversation you tried to spark between you two. he actually was trying to spare your social status as people would deem you weird for talking to the outcast. little did he know you didn’t care one bit, you thought he was cool and were determined to be his friend.

scumbag!megumi who always thought why is a pretty little sweet thing like you trying to befriend a loser like him.

scumbag!megumi who can’t help but wonder what it would be like to actually let you in and get to know him. would you think he’s odd like everyone else does, or would you actually like being his friend?

scumbag!megumi who gives in and entertains your conversations, actually enjoying talking to you and your personality as a whole.

scumbag!megumi who you learn, loves to actually yap. like a lot, which is surprising since the first few days you saw him he was always listening to music and doing his work, avoiding any interaction with people.

scumbag!megumi and his snakebite piercings that have you hypnotized and you can’t help staring at whenever he went into deep conversation about something he liked. you really hope he didn’t notice the staring.

scumbag!megumi who asks for your number whenever you tell him you never heard of the kind of music he listens to, but you really like and want to learn more artists and songs in the same genre.

scumbag!megumi who’s cheeks tint a slight shade of pink whenever he hands you his phone, embarrassed on how his contacts consist of only 6 people; yuuji, nobara, gojo, maki, toge, toji, and now you. you smile as you put your contact info in, putting your name as ‘y/n :3’

scumbag!megumi who now shares his headphones with you in class, one wired bud in his ear and the other in yours. you had to scoot closer to him, your shoulders barely brushing and you couldn’t help the small blush that dusted your cheeks.

scumbag!megumi who invites you to his place one random weekend, saying that he and his friends were gonna watch horror movies on friday and he would like it if you'd come. of course you say yes, a little too fast for your liking.

scumbag!megumi who lectures his friends to please don’t be weird. and don’t say anything that would make her uncomfortable! they laugh at how his cheeks are red but they agree, promising they’ll be nice.

scumbag!megumi who introduces you to his friends. “that's yuuji and that's nobora. they’re idiots so don't mind too much about what they say.” yuuji gasps, “hey you told us to be nice but you're the one that's being mean!” you blink and smile and megumi’s eye twitches.

scumbag!megumi who rolls his eyes when nobara whines, “finally! another girl! i thought i was gonna die if i had to sit here one more weekend with these guys watching movies by myself. too bad you met that loser first.”

scumbag!megumi who gives you a blanket and pillow so you can lay down, you say thank you but tell him that you were just going to sit next to him. he lays the blanket over you two anyways.

scumbag!megumi who tells you to stay on the couch, that he’ll get you a slice of the pizza that had just arrived. you give him a sweet smile and say thank you, he just nods.

scumbag!megumi who’s sitting so close to you, you can smell his cologne. you’re getting dizzy from the proximity of how close he is. you think you might faint. you decide to lean your head on his shoulder and his heart thumps wildly in his ribs.

scumbag!megumi who’s hand is right next to yours, your fingers brushing each others constantly. he rubs his pinky on yours, you don't retract so he takes it as a win. he finally gets the balls to hold your hand when you jump, being scared from the movie. you’re both blushing, but no one seems to notice because of how dark it is.

scumbag!megumi who offers to drive you home after you watch about 5 different movies. it was now rounding 3 in the morning, yuuji and nobara were asleep on the couch which he knew they were going to sleep over, but he didn’t want to ask you if you’d like to as well, he feared he’d make you uncomfortable. you say ‘if it’s not too much trouble yes please. but i’m perfectly fine calling someone from home to pick me up!’ he waves you off, insisting that he doesn’t mind one bit.

scumbag!megumi who drives a modded 2013 dodge charger rt, it’s blacked out and loud. he opens the door for you before quickly entering the driver's side. he drives with the windows down, admiring the wind blowing through your hair. you looked absolutely stunning.

scumbag!megumi who walks you to your door whenever you reach your destination.

“i had a lot of fun tonight megs.” you smile up at him, batting your eyelashes. he still blushes when you call him that, even though it's been about over a month since you started to call him that.

he scratches the back of his neck, looking away. “yeah me too. i really like hanging out with you.” you nod and say you do too.

you step a bit closer to him, “will you text me when you get home?” he turns his head back towards you, entranced at how beautifully you’re looking up at him. he feels like the wind was knocked out of him. he nods, and slightly gulps when you lean in to him, fluttering your eyelids. his nerves kick in and his hands get sweaty, holy shit does she want me to kiss her?

he decided he’ll be brave, for once in his life he’s going to get what he wants.

he puts one hand on your waist, the other quickly being wiped off on his jeans before he places it on your cheek. your lips meet and the kiss is sweet but firm. the irony taste from his lip rings is bitter, but addicting, his lips are so soft and taste of cherries. the kiss makes your head spin, you steady yourself by putting both of your palms on his firm chest. you both pull away slightly, looking into each other's eyes before leaning back in. this time the kiss is more heated, a bit needy, a bit shy. you both finally pull away, he moves his hands to both sides of your face, thumbing your cheeks. he leaves a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“i’ll call you, yeah?” you nod, biting your lip slightly.

“okay, goodnight megs.”

“goodnight y/n”

you open the door coolly, once it’s closed, you squeal and bring a hand up to your lips, where his had just been. he hears you through the door and chuckles, walking to his car. he waits a couple of seconds before he sends you a text.

megs :)): you in bed?

y/n :3: attachment: 1 image

y/n :3: yes !!!

megs :)): good, call you when i get home.

y/n :3: okay :)))

[boy-comics]

XDINARY HEROES AS SOULMATE TROPES

── .✦ gunil;

first words to each other written on your skin

you've often wondered what situation would warrant the words stamped on your shoulder, and what kind of person would suit those words. they're innocuous enough, you suppose, and leagues better than a threat or something totally creepy; at worst they're just a little vain. your friends joke about it constantly, and when you start your new job at an athletic apparel store the teasing only increases tenfold. of course you would, they say. gotta up your chances.

the day it happens is—normal. you're on the upper floor, busy in the corner, and don't see him until he and his friend wander up to browse through the track jackets. he's trying on different colors in front of the mirror, testing the feel of them when they're zipped up, and doesn't seem to notice when his companion slips away for a moment.

you approach him to ask if he's finding everything okay. but before you can speak, he does, his gaze occupied with the zipper and his tone too warm and familiar and silly to be intended for you.

hey, does this make my biceps look sexy?

and even though you know these words, even though the reality of the order of them hits you until you're dizzy with surprise, you can't help it. you snort, and the man's head snaps up so quickly you'd think he heard a gunshot. he turns around quickly to apologize, laughing, and up close you see how his smile warms the corners of his eyes and makes his cheekbones pop. it's funny, you think as the two of you giggle in the middle of the store, he's funny, and you like funny people.

will you buy it if i say yes?

── .✦ jungsu;

marks left behind when you touch each other

it's easy to be enamored with how things feel—soft fur against your cheek, cold water over your feet, smooth paper underneath your hands. a tactile learner, a teacher once told you a long time ago. that is what you are; one who knows the world as it is beneath their hands, understanding by touching and being touched. and you want to understand everything.

this makes you brave, and it makes you reckless. it makes you climb a crumbling wall after a light rain to pick the prettiest pine cone you've ever laid your eyes on, and it is why you find yourself slipping and falling from a height that is perhaps larger than you'd like.

you know what concrete feels like against your back. it hurts. what stops you is not concrete, but something much more alive, and once you're steady on your feet again, you see that it is a boy with a shy smile and bashful cheeks. he asks if you are alright, and you say yes, because you are until you look down and see the sunshine-yellow fingermarks painting your arms where he had touched you.

oh. you stand and stare at the yellow, then at the fern green that covers the entirety of the boy's overturned palms and fingers. his cheeks flush even pinker, and you notice a faint smear of green on one, where the back of your head must have brushed it.

he makes no move to pull away when you take his hand, dragging your thumb along the back of it to see the color that blooms underneath. that evening, you go home with faint yellow hearts on your wrists, one step closer to understanding everything.

── .✦ gaon;

matching marks on your skin

it's in such an outspoken place—inked onto your right temple where everyone can see, two intersecting circles, one orange, one yellow. you wonder what it means. fortunetellers at fairs tell you it's good luck, representative of a strong and lasting bond, of a warm compatibility; your classmate in sociology tells you it means whatever you want it to mean. your boss at work still thinks it's a tattoo, though she hired you anyway so it must not be too bad for business.

you're told that he's your soulmate before you meet him. he's a friend of a friend of a friend, and when you're texted a picture of some guy's temple while studying for a midterm, you're convinced it's a prank at first. your mark is no secret. a venn diagram is easy enough to photoshop. but you get his number anyway because your friend swears up and down that he's a nice guy even if you don't believe her, and you text him, and he does seem like a nice guy and even calls you a couple times to ask about the mark and your favorite music and least favorite teacher and all the other mundane things that you don't think anyone else has ever cared to know. and even though you are a skeptic at heart, you start to entertain the possibility that maybe he really is yours, if only because you want him to be.

he shows up at the next friend gathering. you think that you'll be okay because you've talked and texted, but when he spots you and bounds over with his arms wide open, your name sweet and bright off his tongue, you find yourself unable to utter a word. perhaps you are right and it is too good to be true.

he lifts the fringe of hair covering his temple. here, he exclaims, his smile gentle, touch it. i swear it's real. i wouldn't lie to you.

your fingertips trace the warmth of his skin for the first time, and you let yourself believe him.

── .✦ o.de;

timer that counts down to your first meeting

sometimes the only thing that tells you time is passing is the set of numbers dwindling down on your wrist.

you kind of dread it. when the timer reaches zero, there will be a break in your routine. there will suddenly be someone unfamiliar in your life and it will be uncomfortable and strange, even if they are good. the change worries you more than the person themselves. you can't do anything about it.

when this dreaded change is scheduled to occur, you forget your id badge the first time out the door and lose time retrieving it, burn your tongue on your coffee, and receive a scolding from your manager about a report you submitted last week. by the time you board the metro to go home, having to stand because all the seats are taken, you want to cry.

hey.

you don't know how you hear him, or how you know he is talking to you, but you do. you turn to meet his gaze—and your wrist burns, and you suddenly remember that today is the day. you had forgotten. face hot, you point at yourself, questioning despite knowing the answer very well.

it's a small comfort that he seems surprised too. his eyes have widened, though he recovers quickly and stands. the corners of his mouth turn up. his gaze is kind, and you think that maybe change is not always a bad thing.

just wanted to offer my seat if you want it.

── .✦ junhan;

red string that ties your pinkies together

you have always known him, and he has always known you.

even before you understood the importance of the red string that ties you to him, you had known his importance to you. your family often regales you with stories from when you were toddlers, just learning how to walk, and how you would make a fuss and try to help him up whenever he teetered over. he was the only one you'd share your toys with, and if he hid away from the adults, you were right beside him, keeping him company.

growing up, you don't think too deeply about your relationship with him, even when everyone else starts to. it simply is.

then your first year of high school starts. you try to make a show of looking after him, like you always have, and he goes along because this is how it has always been. but it's hard for you to make friends too and—well, people in high school can be cruel. acting tough can only get you so far.

he easily finds you in the bathroom nobody uses on the third floor, thread of sunset red tangling underneath the third stall. he convinces you to uncurl and stand up, folds a paper towel and pats your cheeks dry. his hand takes your hand the way it always has, softly, his pinkie with the red string linking with yours, and that is when you realize, really realize, what he is to you and what you are to him.

because, of course, taking care of your soulmate has never been one-sided.

── .✦ jooyeon;

hearing their voice in your head

… but for some reason, it only happens when he's singing. and he sings a lot and about a lot of things, anything and everything, about living, about dying, about love and heartbreak, about boiling ramyeon on the stove and choosing his socks. you are not a singer, not like he is. but sometimes you find yourself mumbling lyrics to yourself while washing the dishes or putting away your clothes and only realize it, mortified, when he joins you in the back of your mind, a strange and beautiful echo that far eclipses your own normal little voice. you wonder if he is disappointed that you lack the talent he possesses in spades.

you meet him while on vacation. or, rather, you hear him, which is quite fitting. it's ideal weather for a hike, and you almost trip over your own feet when the song that bursts into your head matches the one drifting around the corner; his voice carries and to hear it in person is like submerging your entire body underwater after only being able to dip your toes in. perhaps it is fate that it is one of the few songs you know by heart, but it is your own decision to pluck up the courage to sing along, loud enough for him to hear outside of his own head.

when he rushes around the corner, your singing turns into a squeak. all of your insecurities come flooding in and you open your mouth to apologize but his face is shining and his smile is so so wide and as he half-stumbles through a singular hi he sounds like he loves you, and you think you love him back when he says—

let's sing some more. i want to hear your pretty voice again.

[babygorewhore]

Tainted Love.

Peter Maximoff Imagine.

You’re the new guidance counselor at Charles Xavier’s school for mutants. A certain silver wearing student has been checking you out on more than one occasion. But you couldn’t possibly entertain the idea. It’s forbidden after all. But…can you resist him?

Requested by @ifeeltoofuckingmuch and @alittlesil WARNINGS. Teacher/Student (kinda) Age gap! Older! Reader! Oral! Fem receiving! Enjoy…cuties. 😏

You caught him checking you out. Twice.

You were the guidance counselor of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. A new one, granted but you prided yourself on the hard work it took to reach this position. A few years shy of thirty, the students here didn’t feel intimidated by your presence. They could speak to you easily, knowing they wouldn’t be met with judgment.

Your mutation was kept under wraps, Charles Xavier often gave you guidance after hours when everyone was in bed or outside. Telekinesis, it was called. No one usually suspected it, you didn’t dress like you were apart of the school staff.

Your hair was multicolored, large considering it was 1981 with perms becoming a rapid fashion trend, flashy leggings, white sneakers and a pink vest over your white sweater. Your mother often rolled her eyes at your modern dress but thankfully you had moved out years ago.

One of your duties as the counselor was to observe classes, take in behavior patterns and note them. Often these students came from broken homes, abusive parents or homelessness. Charles asked you to carefully examine any warnings signs, prevention was crucial to avoid problematic situations.

That’s when you saw him for the first time.

He stood in the middle, not enough to be the center of attention but close enough to be noticed. He wore all gray, everything from his jacket to his shoes. Even his hair was medium length, silver coated. He was handsome, tall with a lean, muscular form.

His deep brown eyes flickered up to you but to your surprise they didn’t falter away when he realized you were staff. Instead, they trailed down your form, absorbing every detail of your body and clothing. It was enough to make you squirm. You justified it in yourself, maybe he didn’t realize your age.

Until the second time. Which happened to be today.

Making rounds was a regular part of your job, you discreetly carried a notebook with you to jot down anything significant when you passed the entrance of the training room. Mystique was in charge of this considering her combat experience. She spared you a polite nod as she directed the students, Cyclops, Jean Gray and him.

He was about to take a step forward when he saw you. You swallowed and gave them a wave. His eyes were impossibly growing darker and his mouth. They curved into a small smirk. You couldn’t tear yourself away from staring back.

“Peter, pay attention!” Mystique commanded him.

That was his name. Peter.

You now sat in your office with your pencil in between your teeth. You couldn’t even consider-well was there anything wrong in admitting he was attractive? No, of course not. He was an adult. But he was younger than you. He couldn’t be as experienced.

The romance department was boring if you were honest. You had hookups. Drunken lust filled nights but nothing that stayed in your heart.

A knock sounded at the door and you snapped your attention up. Charles was on the other side. You flicked your fingers, opening the entrance with your mind and he wheeled himself in. Smiling at him, he moved in front of your desk. “Afternoon, Y/N. Are you free at the moment?”

Nodding, “Yes, Charles. I’m available.”

“Excellent. There’s a student who’s requested to speak to you. But he’s not really one to be confined in an office.”

“Oh? He wants to speak on the grounds? I can put on my jacket. Who is he?” You absentmindedly set the pencil down, reached on your chair and slid the leather apparel on.

“Peter. Peter Maximoff.”

It took everything in you to not gape. You clenched your teeth for a few seconds. “Is he, is he the one who wears all silver?”

Charles nodded to your horror. “Yes. He was quite adamant in talking to you. Said he had…and I’m quoting him here. ‘Daddy issues’ he wanted to work through with you.”

Your hands flexed and released to relieve tension as you walked beside Charles, exiting your office. Remaining silent, you scanned over bodies, looking for any familiar appearances. But none were inside. Crossing through the hallway, you opened one of the many doors with your mind and stepped outside. The sun poured over the expensive and well kept grounds. It was a breathtaking sight, observing the different shapes, ages and mutations working together. But your mind was preoccupied with looking out for Peter.

“Where is he-“ You begin to ask Charles when a whiplash, (get the reference?) of air fanned your face and hair. You clutched your jacket as your eyes registered the man in front of you. Wearing all silver.

Shit.

It was Peter.

His hair was mused lightly from his speed but everything else about him appeared collected. Your mouth went dry as he gave you the same look. The one where he’s sizing you up and devouring you in one steady gaze. Charles smiled, “Ah, yes. You’ll have to get used to that. Peter has the knack for the surprise. This is Y/N. Our guidance counselor. The one you wanted to speak too.”

You extended a shaky hand and Peter accepted it. His grip was firm yet gentle as he shook your conjoined palms. “Peter. Peter Maximoff. But I think the kids are calling me Quick Silver? Something fancy like that.”

You smiled as you maintained eye contact. His chocolate irises were enchanting. Fuck. Focus. You had to stay professional.

“Well, I’ll leave you both to it.” Charles wheeled himself away, leaving you both alone.

“So, Charles told me that you had…Daddy Issues you wanted to talk about?” You turned to walk adjacent to the courtyard and kept your arms against your body.

Peter chuckled. “My father, doesn’t know he’s my father. And he’s…kind of a bad guy. Sort of. He changes sides all the time. I want to tell him. But I’m not sure how he’ll react.” You nodded as he trailed beside you. His hand kept brushing your jacket.

“Mmm. I see. How has his absence, I assume?” He confirmed with a nod your suspicion. “Affected you? Do you have any siblings?”

“Yeah. I’ve got a mom. And a little sister. My mom doesn’t talk about him. My sister doesn’t know him. I don’t know. I just wish I knew how he would react to me. That I’m his family.” This made you feel a small amount of ease. This was your speciality.

“Do you take care of your mom and sister? Do they rely on you?”

Peter seemed to mule over the question as you circled the basketball court. He was purposely walking slower to match your pace. “Yeah. Oh yeah. I feel guilty for even being here right now.”

“So, would it be fair to say that maybe another reason you want to tell him he’s your father, is because some of the burden would be off of you? I know you love your family, but some of the responsibility wasn’t supposed to be yours. I can imagine there’s a lot of pressure on your shoulders.”

Peter stopped and you paused. He turned to face you head on. He was taller than you, enough that you had to tilt your chin upward. “Huh. I never had anyone get me before. Guess that’s why you’re here. To get in our minds,” You nearly protested at the stereotypical assumption but his lips curled upward into a smile.

“Well, I want to help you. I don’t want you to feel alone or without proper tools to cope. Everyone needs help sometimes.”

You resumed your trailing. “Fair enough. But I don’t want you to think I’m just some kid with Daddy issues. I’m here because I belong here.”

The question escaped your mouth before you could prevent it. “How old are you, Peter?”

He quirked his eyebrow up. “21. You look a little young yourself to be a shrink.”

“I’m almost 30,” You breathless replied.

“Dirty 30.” You almost collapsed.

“What else is on your mind, Peter?” He shrugged and kept stealing glances at you.

“If I’m being honest, you are.” Your heart jumped to your throat and you halted.

“W-what?”

“I said you, cutie.” You blinked, several seconds of silent went by and then Peter grinned ear to ear.

“Kidding. I just wanted to see your reaction.” You cleared your throat.

“I see. If, if there’s nothing else, I’ll return to the office. But if you ever need to talk-“

“I’ll know where to find you.” Peter gave you a wink, and you understood quickly.

He was not kidding.

You nearly sprinted to your office, shutting the door with your foot and you pressed your back against the wood.

This was fucked up. Extremely fucked up. He was an adult, yes. But he was a student here. You couldn’t possibly allow yourself to attracted to a flirtatious, mutant male who…god you didn’t even know. Cutie? Why was he the only man who could make that nickname attractive? But apparently he was joking. Not really.

You found yourself sitting on your desk. Legs separated. Shaking your head, you cursed at yourself.

Were you really this fucking desperate? Being desperately attracted to a 21 year old? It had been ages since you’d been…intimate with a man. You pressed a hand to your forehead.

How could even be thinking of such a thing? A forbidden idea. He winked at you. Just that. And gave you a few lewd looks.

Maybe it was the fact that someone of his appearance seemed to desire you. He was a nice man, you could tell. Lost. Troubled but he was easy to talk too. No, no. But…he was so, cute? Handsome. With a dashing smile.

Your core tightened. Your mind drifted to the thought of his smart ass smile in between your thighs-

You couldn’t go there-

But what was the harm of a fantasy? No one would know. Unless Charles invaded your thoughts without permission. The aching pulsating quiver inside you, inviting any sort of friction. You pressed your knees together, desperate and you frantically looked over your shoulder. No one. It would only take a few minutes, you were especially sensitive.

You gingerly slipped your hand inside your neon leggings, past your underwear and your fingers settled on your pulsing clit. Sighing dreamily, your eyes drifted shut as you circled with modest pressure. Your slick coated your digits as you sped up, your high not far out of your reach. It was a poor substitute, too quick but you would take what you would get.

“Whoa, cutie.” You jumped, toppling on the floor at the sound of a intruder.

Peter stood there, door slightly ajar and his eyes were wide but a sly, knowing smirk was plastered all over his smug face. You gathered yourself and stood beside your now slightly damp desk.

“Peter! What are you doing? Coming in here without knocking?”

“I did knock, actually. But I think you were too busy to hear me.” He was holding back a laugh and you wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

“I-was there something you needed?” You squeaked.

“I just was feeling so down, you know. My daddy issues were bothering me so I wanted to talk more. But I guess you were… a little busy?” His smirk was driving you insane.

“This is not-appropriate. You can’t make implications like that-“

“I’m just talking about you taking notes about me, what sort of naughty thing were you talking about?” Peter gave you a mocking confused look and you almost snarled.

“What are you doing? Why are you-being-insufferable?” You nearly shouted.

“Oh, I’m just a innocent student needing help. I don’t know why you’re mad at me?” That was it. You charged at him, ready to send him out of your office when he disappeared.

“I-“ Arms encircled your waist and your breath stopped short. He was beside you, grinning but one hand drifted to your lower back.

“Y/N, don’t you think it’s bad manners to touch yourself, in the middle of work? Especially after talking to a man who’s obviously interested in you?” You opened your mouth to speak but Peter smashed his lips to yours.

You pressed your hands to his chest to push him back, but his own fingers gripped your hips and your ass pressed against your desk. “Peter-“ He shook his head, running his tongue across your lower lip and you opened your mouth, allowing him to explore.

His palm felt down your leg, cupping underneath your knee and bringing it to secure around his waist as you leaned back.

Your senses rushed back and with your mind, you moved him back.

“Whoa,” He whispered, his lips flushed. “You’re a mutant.”

“This. This is wrong. I’m a authority figure here. I would be taking advantage of you-“

“Taking advantage of me? I can promise you. You’re not. I’m not a kid. I just happen to be just a little younger than you.”

You started to shake your head but he sped over to you, laying you across your desk.

“Besides, could a kid do something like this?” Peter tugged down your pants, past your ankles before discarding them to the floor. He eyed your sticking underwear. “Fuck. You really need this, don’t you? Wait…is this all for me?”

You trembled as he lowered himself down to his knees.

“Yes- you know that.”

He hooked his fingers down the waist band of your underwear, peeling them down slowly, despite his superpower. “Mmm. Yeah. I figured that out. When I saw you fucking your self.”

A chill raked against your spine as he pushed your legs apart. His silver hair tilting down as he lowered his mouth to your pussy. “But it would be nice if you were a good girl and said it? Hmm? Maybe say it for me?”

“I-I-“ You stuttered and he teasingly traced his tongue on your folds, but not where you needed him most.

“Say it. Say this is all for me. Please? I would hate to have to-“

“Fucks sake, yes it’s about you.” You exclaimed before gripping his hair and shoving it towards you.

Peter took the hint, gliding his tongue flat against your clit and your head dropped back. A moan escaped you as he sloppily lapped up the wetness that was indeed for him. He groaned deep in his chest as you held onto his hair.

He devoured you, assaulting your clit before driving his tongue inside your entrance. And then starting all over again. You shuddered, already getting close to your climax. Your thighs shook and he gave you a faster stripe of his tongue.

“Aw, your legs are shaking. Did you need it this bad?”

“Asshole-“ You responded and then squeezed your eyes shut as you started cumming.

“Oh, god. Fuck.” You humped his face as you rode out your release. You propped yourself on your elbows, expecting him to raise himself up and fuck you but then you understood.

He wasn’t stopping.

Peter kept eating at you, messily and desperately. Your clit started burning as he fucked it with his mouth. “Peter-“ You whimpered and he shook his head, increasing the intensity.

“No, you’ve got more in you. I know you do.” Another orgasm ripped from you, forcing you to clamp your hand over your mouth so you wouldn’t scream.

You didn’t feel him anymore.

Gasping, you looked down. He was gone. But your leggings and underwear were back on.

“Ahem.” He was standing by the door. Your eyes widened and you flailed your hands out.

“What the hell-“

“Sorry, Y/N. But I have to go. I don’t want to get in trouble with my teacher.” With a Cheshire Cat grin and a wink, he dashed from your office.

You clutched at your chest.

Oh, no. He wasn’t going to get away with this. He would know exactly what it meant to be overstimulated. Even if it killed you.

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