#professor roleplay

[collaredswitchacademic]

I need to do professor role play with someone so badly. I need a mean professor who’s going to grade my paper while fucking me. Chastising me for every little unnecessary space or minor mistakes in my APA or Harvard citations. Take your red pen and make me bleed, fuck me over your desk. Cooing in my ear that a couple small mistakes could really fuck over my research. He fucks me really hard and chastises me when I mess up while reading my paper aloud because it feels too good. Thrusting himself deep inside me, filling me up and calling me a desperate whore for my grades. “You wouldn’t have to work as hard as you do if you just let me fuck you like this, sweetheart. Pathetic worthless boy, so needy for his professors’ cock.”

Then he makes me cock warm him while he grades papers, occasionally thrusting into my boy cunt to tease me further. Moaning in my ear to make it harder and telling me, “You’re such a good slut for your professor, such a good hole.”

(I wrote this because I’m working on a final paper and presentation for a class and I’m tired, need to cum instead of working. I’m also a psychology major so I’m always tired bro. So any mean doms who want to act like a professor, please hmu. I am also willing to be that professor dominant but be warned, I might make you write lines. I’m a stickler for good grammar & spelling.)

[sluttyimpala]

i know those boys fucked NASTY after the stanford reunion. i can see it behind my eyelids. sam bent over the cheap motel bed while dean grips his hair and asks if what they say about experimenting in college is true. calls him sammy and tells him he cant give him a higher grade because "it would violate school policy sammy". sam rides dean in the backseat while describing in detail how he did it to some random dude freshmen week. he later fucks dean in a gas station bathroom and denies him his orgasm each time he moans sammy because "it's sam".

[tedgensisreal]

Good afternoon, Tumblr. :)

im obsessed with roleplaying i fear

[incorrectquotesharrypotterv]

Professor Snape, sighing: Just skip to the part that’s going to anger me.

Y/n: That’s going to be all of it.

[professor-crewel]

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[aroacettorney]

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[vickyyoon]

Your Professor bang Chan

Part - 2 <- here

Genre: smut,

Paring: professor!Bang chan x student! fem!reader

Synopsis: you couldn't bribe your professor to rounding up your grade so you give him something he'll want every day.

Warnings: oral sex (both receiving), semi-public sex, yandere traits, stalking etc.

You weren't a bad student, not at all in fact you were one of the best students in your class. Your grades were perfect in almost every single subject except for biology.

Your professor, Bang chan was very precised with the subject. He always seemed to be dissatisfied with your answers and expected more from you.

You even tried to give answers the way he wanted but you always somehow failed. He wasnt like this with the other students though. He was very soft with them and they all liked him back but you.

You didn't understand why he liked to embarrass you in front of the entire class. Every time he would humiliate you.

He would judge you head to toe. From the way you walk, the way you dress to the way you eat.

You always wondered why you failed this subject. This was the last semester and you had to pass this time.

You decided to beg him for a reason and what you could be doing to please him with the test papers. So just before the exam you were planning to visit his office. Unlike other professors, he had his own personal office.

But before you could even leave the lecture, he called you " Y/n. Yes you. I want you in my office." and your heart was racing and rushing.

What could've you possibly done to piss him off? He got mad at the slightest of the things you did. Like that one time you forgot to bring your model, alot of students didn't either but he blamed you for setting an influence.

"But the-"

" the due date is 5 days later? We'll I expect you to be punctual." he lectured you on and on about it and you were about to cry.

You knock on the door of his office. A cold stern voice asks you to come in. You sit down in front you him and you were sweating in the cold room out of fear.

" D-did you call me, sir?" you couldn't even hide it you were stuttering-scared.

"yes. I called you here to discuss about your performance. Seemingly you're outstanding in every other subject except for mine. What is the problem here?"

Your head was spinning now. " sir, I'm trying my best to give descriptive answers but nothing seems to please you. I take extra classes just to master this subject but still I keep on failing."

You tried to keep yourself together but it felt like you were about to cry and beg him to give you the answer sheets.

" you could just study with me."

He sounded so weird. You never expected this answer from him.

"sir, is there anyway I can improve my grades? I can pay you. I'll do anything to pass please."

You could not help but beg. Seeing you helpless he decided to ask for something you couldn't ever imagine from him.

" anything? Really anything?"

And you nodded pleading him to just tell what he wanted. He got up from his desk and locked the door. Then he closed the blinds. He sits back down in front of you. With his hands intertwined with each other in front of his face.

" I want you "

The request was so blunt and straightforward, it caught you off guard and you wanted to leave that place but your mind began to flood back with other thoughts.

If you did reject him, he would lower your grades for sure and it's not like he's unattractive, he was ridiculously handsome. You did like the first time you saw him but he was stubborn.

You were stuck in the seat like a paralyzed person.

"Com'on wouldn't you do anything to pass? Then get down on your knees"

You wondered how he saw you as. How did you look like a slut? Your body was covered like a decent person.

He came upto you and you stared at the strained buldge on his pants.

You unbuckled his belt and pulled his garments in one tug. His cock was so pretty. It was big and the tip was pink.

It was leaking precum and was throbbing. You licked the tip before shoving it down your throat. You hollowed you mouth to give it the gunny feeling it craved for.

If you were getting the best grades then you have to give him the best blow job he'll ever have.

He never knew how good you were at it. The second you inner cheek touched his side he couldn't help but falter.

It was so good he had to bite his lower lips to keep himself from being too loud. The touch got him is so sensitive. He was bucking his hips into you when you moaned back.

Seemed like he was enjoying everything second of it.

And he came in your mouth when you choked on a moan. You swallow all of it.

" now why don't I have a taste of you?"

Gosh were you really losing your virginity to your professor? Unlike his rude behavior in class. He treated you like a fragile antique doll, softly picking you up and placing you in his desk. Peeling off the underwear to just see a wet pussy.

" gosh so wet for me?" he chuckled going down to kiss it. The suck in your clit had you shaking.

" so sensitive..." he commented in a breathy whisper . He was sucking your pussy clean like it was his favorite dish. The moans on your clit sent shivering vibration down your core and you clutched onto nothing.

This was where his confessions came out. You were not ready to hear all that.

He was madly in love with you. He planned on having a life with you the second he saw you. He would stalk you and click pictures of you sleeping, laughing and showering.

He paid the other subject teachers to sum up your grade so you can be the topper. It was all apart of his plan. He created such an image to which you found no escape in the options.

His confessions made you angry, flushed and terrified. You wondered what this handsome man saw in you that he would go to such an extent.

" There's no one fairer than you my love." his compliments were always sweet.

"I'm sorry but I needed to have you somehow or else I would be dead." he said

He seemed like he was about to cry out of joy. You were like a glass doll to him. And if you broke he would be crying. He couldn't go rough on you. He just wanted to please you and earn your love.

"w-what do you like about me?" you asked.

"what not do I like about you Y/n? Your gaze, your tears, your smile, you heart, your behavior and your traits." he couldn't stop going in and on about it..

Before you knew it he was on top of you. "can I please have you?" he pleaded.

You let him because you wanted it too. " I promise I'll be gentle" like you didn't know.

You were shivering under his touch. "Do you love me back?" he asked.Pinning your hands down to the desk laying you down.

You weren't going to lie. You too fell in love with him but who wouldnt? Everyone liked him. Everyone wanted him. How could you have him? You tried to stay away from those disgusting thoughts but you only wondered if he was single or taken.

Every time you saw him you would get wet. You would flush red.

His heart melted hearing those words from you.

His thrusts were definitely slow but it felt amazing. It felt like heaven. You were never a bad girl but today you had to do what had to be done.

His lips devouring your face in a feverish lust. He was a complete different person...

You both came together not long after. You were sent back to the class with the hopes of passing biology.

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There could be a pt 2 if you just... You know 😏😉

[constantnbpreg]

imagine a pregnant college professor. trying to teach a whole lecture hall of students for multiple classes, all while heavily pregnant. the students in his life watching him as he stands in front of them, one hand cradling his gravid swell and the other supporting his arched back. his breathing is heavy as he lectures and there are many times where he has to catch his breath because he’s so heavy. maybe a couple of times he has to rest his baby belly on the nearest surface just to get a bit of a break as he teaches…

[lewmagoo]

ben mears would happily fuck you in the library btw. after all, we know from the book that he’s perfectly content to engage in semi public sex, so 🤭

[peppymintdreams]

Midnight Conversations

Andrew Marston x Darling

The rain tapped softly against the window of Andrew’s dimly lit apartment. The room was a cozy mess—a half-finished book on the coffee table, a mug of forgotten tea growing cold beside it, and Darling curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over their legs.

Andrew sat in the armchair across from them, his glasses perched on his nose as he pretended to read. But his eyes kept drifting to Darling, who was absentmindedly flipping through channels, never staying on one long enough for him to catch what was playing.

“You know,” Andrew began, his voice breaking the quiet, “you could just pick something. The world won’t end if you settle on a channel.”

Darling smirked, not looking away from the screen. “I’m browsing. It’s an art form.”

He snorted, setting his book aside. “An art form in patience, maybe. I think you’ve passed over the same cooking show three times now.”

“Maybe I’m testing you. Seeing if you’ll break first.”

Andrew leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his glasses slipping slightly down his nose. “Oh, I’m broken, Darling. Watching you cycle through options is agony.”

They finally turned to him, mock-offended. “Well, excuse me for trying to find something we’ll both enjoy.”

“Let’s be honest,” he said, his tone teasing, “you’re just going to fall asleep halfway through, and I’ll be stuck finishing whatever monstrosity you pick.”

Darling stuck out their tongue, then tossed the remote in his direction. “Fine. Your turn, genius.”

Andrew caught the remote effortlessly, leaning back into his chair with an air of triumph. He flipped through a few channels, stopping on an old black-and-white movie. “There. Something with class.”

“Boring,” they quipped, but they didn’t change the channel. Instead, they adjusted the blanket around them and sank deeper into the couch.

Minutes passed in comfortable silence, the movie’s soft dialogue filling the space. Darling glanced at Andrew, who seemed genuinely engrossed, though his fingers absently tapped the armrest in thought.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” they asked softly.

He turned to them, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, with a small, lopsided smile, he said, “I’m thinking about how nice this is.”

Darling tilted their head. “What, the movie?”

“No,” he murmured, his voice warm. “You. This. Just... having you here.”

Their chest tightened at the sincerity in his voice. He wasn’t one for grand declarations, but moments like this reminded them of just how deeply he felt.

“Good,” they replied, trying to keep their own voice steady. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

Andrew’s smile widened, and for a moment, they just looked at each other, the movie forgotten. The rain continued to patter against the window, a quiet witness to their midnight conversation.

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[chaosminion67]

drew fanart of my boss and his enemy

would have worked on it more but i am very busy misspreading information on twitter (no im not calling it x)

anyways gotta hope my boss doesn't find it🙏🙏

(out of character under the cut so if you dont wanna see it just scroll past)

Edit: if you saw this when it didnt have the texture or sketch, no you didnt

ok well, mostly just changed it cause im gonna b using the neat style for when i 'take a picture' because i only realised that after i send the drawing and didnt wanna redraw it🧍

expect a differentish style for when i do thr drawinfs and not pictures

[nerdyrevelries]

Jo March: The Pragmatist

One of the most common complaints I hear about Little Women is the way it ends. Many people think that Jo stifles her creativity and gives up on her writing in order to marry Professor Bhaer, which isn't true. Jo writes a very successful book in one of the sequels, Jo’s Boys, but let's set that to the side because what I really want to discuss is what Jo actually thinks of the writing she’s doing in the latter half of Little Women. 

In Part I of Little Women, we see the type of writing that Jo does prior to selling her work. In “A Merry Christmas,” the family puts on The Witch’s Curse, an Operatic Tragedy, which seems to be a Shakespearean melodrama. In “Jo Meets Apollyon,” the book Amy burns in anger is “half a dozen little fairy tales.” In “The P.C. and P.O.,” Jo writes a comedic poem and a lament for one of Beth’s cats. Finally, in “Secrets,” Jo submits a tragic romance to The Spread Eagle (one assumes that this name was less funny when Little Women was originally published in 1868.) The Spread Eagle doesn’t pay beginners, so we can assume that everything written up until this point is the type of writing Jo does for herself when there’s no pressure to make changes to please an editor in order to get a paycheck. 

Part II begins with the chapter “Gossip,” which catches us up on what’s been happening over the past three years. Jo is now a regular contributor to The Spread Eagle who receives a dollar for each story. She refers to them as “rubbish,” so she doesn’t seem particularly proud of the writing she’s doing, but she’s in the process of writing a novel she hopes will win her fame and prestige. 

In “Literary Lessons,” Jo observes a boy reading a newspaper story illustrated with a dramatic scene of “an Indian in full war costume, tumbling over a precipice with a wolf at his throat” and two men stabbing each other while a terrified woman flees the scene. When the boy offers to share, Jo agrees more because she likes the boy than because of an interest in the story. The story is sensation fiction, which Jo privately thinks is trash anyone could have written. However, when she learns the author is making a good living from her stories, Jo decides to try her hand at this new style of writing. She submits the story to a contest the newspaper is running and wins $100. Jo uses the money to send Beth and Marmee to the seashore. She’s proud of her ability to earn money to help her family, so she continues to write these kinds of stories since they are lucrative. 

She later finishes her novel and sends it to multiple publishers, only one of whom is interested, and only if there are major cuts and revisions. After conflicting advice from her family, she decides to make the requested changes, which earns her $300 and some very mixed reviews that lead Jo to respond, “Some make fun of it, some over-praise, and nearly all insist that I had a deep theory to expound, when I only wrote it for the pleasure and the money. I wish I’d printed it whole or not at all, for I do hate to be so misjudged.” 

In “Calls,” Jo reluctantly joins Amy to return calls to their neighbors with generally disastrous results. One incident involves Jo receiving a compliment on her writing. 

Any mention of her “works” always had a bad effect upon Jo, who either grew rigid and looked offended, or changed the subject with a brusque remark, as now. “Sorry you could find nothing better to read. I write that rubbish because it sells, and ordinary people like it.”

This passage makes it very clear that Jo isn’t proud or fond of what she is writing. The reception to her novel combined with the money she can make from sensation fiction has changed Jo’s primary motivation for writing. She is no longer doing it for the love of writing or because she’s pursuing her dreams. She’s trying to make money to help out her family.

I don’t think this is necessarily a bad thing. We all have periods in our life when we take a job that we aren’t extremely excited about because it will allow us to achieve something that is more important to us. However, it’s a different narrative than is usually spun about Jo who is frequently depicted as continually working towards her dream. There is a role in Castles in the Air that fits that narrative. It’s called the Striver, but I don’t think that’s the role that Jo has. Instead, Jo is the Pragmatist, which is a role about setting aside your dreams for the moment because you have other responsibilities. Both are interesting conflicts, but they lead to very different conclusions when it comes to Jo’s story! 

With that in mind, let’s take a look at “Friend,” which follows Jo in New York. She’s now writing for a newspaper called the Weekly Volcano, which has required Jo to make so many changes to her stories that she decides to have her work published anonymously. That certainly wouldn’t be a good career move if she was truly trying for fame! She’s also come to greatly respect a man staying at her boarding house named Professor Bhaer. One day, he makes a comment about a newspaper that publishes sensation stories like the ones Jo is writing. Her response is telling:

Jo glanced at the sheet, and saw a pleasing illustration composed of a lunatic, a corpse, a villain, and a viper. She did not like it; but the impulse that made her turn it over was not one of displeasure, but fear, because, for a minute, she fancied the paper was the “Volcano.” 

Professor Bhaer notices her look and guesses the truth, but instead of letting her know this, he decides to gently explain his reasoning. After this, Jo goes back to reread the stories she has been writing and decides to burn them. Far from stifling her creativity, Professor Bhaer is the one who sees that Jo is ashamed of her writing and reminds her that she is capable of more.

This is part of a series on the literary inspirations behind game elements for my upcoming tabletop RPG based on the novels of Louisa May Alcott and L.M. Montgomery, Castles in the Air. To see a complete list of the posts I’ve written thus far, check out the master post. If you would like more information, visit the game’s website!

[elysiamus]

𝙸’𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

[tedgensisreal]

A loud thud can be heard outside, and then a very loud ‘OUCH!’ Sounds like someone decided to come pay a visit.

The goat like creature, who’s disguised himself as a human, stands up and dusts himself off. He turns around, peering into a window.

[ @the-bastard-box mew :3 ]

Hidgens quickly stands up from his couch, pulling out a handgun from one of his jacket pockets. He walks over to a window to investigate. “Oh, good god.”

He sighs as he opens up the window. “Hi.”

[princeps-lucis]

✨️ For our HL Professors ✨️

For the World Teachers Day

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All Professors, including our friend's OC Professor Cornelia (by Val).

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[professor-crewel]

*Chef Velvet looks dead tired. She's chugging a pot full of black coffee at the moment. Looking at the clock she rubs her face and groans*

Back to work I go...

*she starts walking and sees Crewel*

Spiceball- I mean. Crewel? Is that you?

*long time no see, old pal :)*

🍫 @chef-velvet

"VELVET!! I MISSED YOU!!" runs up to you,hugging immediately, he must've really missed his old friend