#tv: teacher

[laurabenanti]

ENGLISH TEACHER 1.02 Powderpuff

[twobabkas]

Carmen Christopher as Rick The College Counselor in English Teacher (2024-)

[autisticnotartistic]

I don’t care what the reviews say: I love the teachers’ romance. Heartstopper is about queer coming of age, and Mr. Farouk’s queer coming of age was delayed. Many of us experienced this. His story belongs.

[nerdyfangirlmel]

I need to remind people who think percabeth is happening to fast that these two idiots have no idea. We know and Grover knows and apparently Luke knows and he ain’t even there. But percabeth does not know.

[dailyenglishteacher]

ENGLISH TEACHER | 1X08 "Birthday"

[blairwaldcrf]

ENGLISH TEACHER 1X04 "School Safety"

[grandpakronos]

real ones dont grow out of childhood interests they just find new inherent queer meanings within said media to obsess about instead

[icedsodapop]

Pple are going to accuse English Teacher (fx) and St Denis Medical (nbc) for "copying" Abbott Elementary, but I'm just happy that there are more shows that arent about cops and that put underappreciated professionals like teachers and nurses into the spotlight.

[bitchsleep]

ENGLISH TEACHER (2024) - season one episode three (kayla syndrome)

[fyeahtv]

If you hand in your resignation letter, you could work in a restaurant or something, or, you know, do a short film with your friends. Join Amway. Amway is very good.

ENGLISH TEACHER (2024–) ✤ 1x01 "Pilot" dir. Jonathan Krisel

[jumjum-crafts]

Colin learns about boundaries

(Teachers who don't usually interact interacting part 2)

[linktoo-doodles]

None of these people know that kenji was an undesirable child

[notaplaceofhonour]

Miku Expo & Coachella 2024

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Hi!, Could you do a Hannibal x reader fic where Hannibal is the obsessed teacher, until one day they went beyond just looking at each other and he asked him to stay after class to talk about "things", they talk for a while, until Hannibal ask if she have a bf or something, he get up and tell her that also notices how she looks him... (Can it also end with smut? If you're comfortable whit) And Hannibal could also be a little annoying? like he know she needs him then he feels good whit.

(I'm not proud of this but... I need it)

And my apologies my english isn't great

a/n: i think we all need it if we're being honest

Hannibal X Reader: Teachers Pet

Warnings: smut, teacher!Hannibal x Student! reader, penetration (p in v), Hannibal being a tease, domish Hannibal, pet names (pretty girl), dirty talk, liking older men, age gap (no specified), no use of y/n

Word count: 1,4K

Someone is talking but he isn’t looking at them. He’s looking at you. Actually he is always looking at you. It doesn't matter if someone else asked him a question or if he's lecturing, his eyes are always on you. You don’t mind it. Actually you enjoy it quite a bit because your eyes are always on him too. Maybe it's wrong to want him like this but you really can’t get yourself to care. It's not like you're actively doing something to fulfill your little fantasy. They are just meaningless glances, nothing more.

Except that they weren’t and you both knew it.

Months of stolen glances and lingering touches. Hannibal can’t take it anymore. He’ll go insane if he doesn't have you. So he asked you to stay after class. He used some excuse about your last paper, saying he wanted to talk to you about your grades and whatnot. It was a lie of course and you could tell.

“Is something wrong professor?’

You’re acting innocent, trying to figure out how far he’d willing to go with this charade. 

“I wanted to talk about your grades. I’ve noticed they’ve been slipping recently. Did something happen recently?”

He pauses his eyes peeking up at you through his glasses. 

“A new boyfriend distracting you from your studies perhaps?”

“No. No boyfriend.”

Hannibal hums, his eyes moving to glance at the papers on his desk. You place your palms on the edge of the table leaning forward so that you could look at the papers too. 

“You’re a good student. What happened?”

“Well you could say something has been distracting me lately.”

Hannibal lifts his gaze, his eyes catching on your chest. The blouse you’re wearing isn't doing much to hide the bra you're wearing, the whitline of it is clear through the almost sheer fabric of your shirt. 

“But not a boyfriend?”

You shake your head no your eyes looking at Hannibal innocently. It's a fake expression of course. You knew exactly what you were doing.

“In all honesty, professor , I shouldn't even be looking at him but I can't help it. He is very handsome.”

Hannibal's eyebrow quirk up.

“It's that so?”

“Uhum. He’s a little older too. I’ve always had a thing for older guys.”

“Have you told him?”

“No but he knows. I caught him looking at me too.”

There it is. The opening Hannibal was looking for. He gets up from his seat taking off his glasses and placing them on the desk before moving to where you are. You turn around your ass coming into contact with the desk behind you as Hannibal moves close to you. You tilt your head to look up at him. He still hasn’t touched you but you're practically buzzing with desire.

“You can’t blame him. You’re a very pretty girl.”

Hannibal's hand reaches out to cup your cheek, his thumb moving over your lips. You open your mouth to him, taking his digits in between your lips. Hannibal bits his lips as you suck on his thumb, the sight enough to make his pants tighten. You release his thumb with a ‘pop’.

“I need you, professor.”

Hannibal let out a groan, his body launching forward. His lips move roughly against yours. He plunges his tongue into your mouth and you let him a whine leaving your lips. His hands move to grope your ass. You cling to his shirt as he lifts your body onto the desk.  His body sloths against your with ease, his dick rubbing against your clothed cunt as he moves. You moan for him, your hands moving to unbutton your blouse. Hannibal stares at your chest, eyes widening as your bra is finally revealed to him. Before you can even react he’s tugging the bra down, his lips wrapping around your left breast. You throw your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you frantically buck up into him. Hannibal's hand moved to your waist forcing your hips to stop moving.

“Patience. You’ll get what you want soon.”

“Please Hannibal. I need you so bad.”

“Show me.”

You lift your hips, removing your underwear. You dip your hands into your pussy collecting the witness that's gathered there. You lift your hand up to Hannibal showing him your juices. He hums pleasantly at the sight,  his pants growing tighter. He moved forward engulfing your digits with his mouth. Your mouth opens in shock as you watch him lick your fingers clean. All of his self control seems to leave him, the need to feel you wrapped around him getting to his mind. He moves away from you fingers moving to remove his belt and pull down his zipper. You lean forward on his desk watching him. Hannibal senses your gaze on him, his hands pausing for a moment. He makes his way back to you, guiding your hand to his boxers. You gasp as you feel the outline of his dick against your palm.

“Take it out for me, pretty girl.”

You do as he asks your hands moving inside his boxers to free his dick from his confines. You gasp as you feel the weight of his dick in your hand. He was larger than you had expected. You give him a stroke, your thumb moving over his head, collecting the pre cum there. Hannibal's watches you guide your thumb to your mouth, licking the pre cum off it with a smile. 

That was his breaking point.

You squeal as Hannibal drags you off the desk, your ass squeaking against the wood at the rough movement. He turns you around, his hand moving to push you against his desk. Your nails dig into the desk as he begins to enter you. A moan threatens to spill from your lips but Hannibal shushes you.

“Gotta be quiet. You don’t want anyone to hear us right?”

You clench around his dick at the thought of getting caught making him smile.

“Dirty thing.”

Before you can manage a smart remark Hannibal plunges his dick into you causing your voice to leave you. Your bare breasts rub against the desk beneath you as Hannibal roughly snapped his hips into you. You want to scream but you know you can’t so instead you bite into your hand. Hannibal’s moving so fast against you you're surprised the desk hasn’t moved from its spot. 

“Professor I'm close…”

His movements slowed causing you to let out an annoyed grunt.

“Why did you stop?”

Hannibal pulled out of your turning your body so that you were facing him. You look up at him eagerly. His fingers cup your cheek roughly.

“You wanna cum is that it?”

“Yes.”

“Beg for it then.”

“Please make me cum Hannibal. Please, I need it so bad!”

“Lay down on the desk and spread your legs. Wanna see that pretty face as you cum.”

You move quickly, hopping onto the desk and laying down. You place your feet against the edge of the desk giving a clear view of your folds.

“Look at that. Just begging to be fucked aren’t you?”

You nod eagerly at him.

“Use your words.”

“Yes professor. Please fuck me.”

He moved forwards entering you again. Despite his desire to tease you Hannibal couldn’t hold on for much longer. His hips move roughly against you pistoling into your pussy at a brutal pace. All you can do is lie there and take it, the pleasure is too much to cope with. You barely register your orgasm until Hannibal spills his seed into you, his fingers digging into your thighs as he lets your cunt milk him. 

He pulls out of you with a grunt, his hands moving to stuff his soft dick back into his pants. You continue to lay on the desk, far too tired to move. Hannibal makes his way to you tugging your body up. You let him carry you down. Your feet hit the floor, legs wobbling a bit as you try to stand. Hannibal pulled your bra back to its original position before his hands moved to button your shirt. You stare up at him, trying to regain full control of your mind. He places his hands on your cheek smiling at you. You give him a tired grin.  You watch him move over to where you threw your underwear. He grabbed it, showing it to you before putting it into his back pocket.

“A small souvenir. I’ll return it to you next time.”

“Next time?”

“Yes next time. Now get out of here, I have things to do.”

You make your way to the door feeling Hannibal's cum drip down your thighs as you make your way to your car.

[blairwaldcrf]

Stop talking about that!

(for @anatomicalhearteyes )

ENGLISH TEACHER — 1.02

[dailyenglishteacher]

Evan x Malcom | 1x08 "Birthday" ENGLISH TEACHER