#professor!frank

[georgiapeach30513]

Chris at the ghosted premiere >>>>>>

He looks like a professor 😫

He does look a bit professor like

You know who was actually a professor right??

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a student to prof. Frank: "are you coming to this event?" Prof Frank with a deadpan voice: "no." Student: "Hmm...a shame....who is going to keep ms. Librarian's company? I mean she'll be all alone in this event. I guess prof.xyz is free. He has been talking to her more frequently lately. Oh well" Prof. Frank: "did I say no? I meant yes, so when is it, is she already there, maybe I should walk her to it

student: hey we’re having a mixer party

frank, literally not looking up from his desk at all, reading a book: go fuck off to it, then, and close the door on your way out

student: aw, bummer, man, because i definitely saw the librarian on her way there and i think she said something about going to meet up with professor Miles from over in international lit, but i guess--

frank, suddenly standing at the door, pulling his blazer on, frantically trying to fingercomb his hair into SOMETHING resembling cohesiveness, straightening his tie: where did you say it was? which building? is she still walking? was she walking alone? not polite to let a woman walk alone, especially not when it’s getting dark- can you hurry UP it isn’t polite to be late--

[honeylikewords]

....one day professor!Frank's librarian crush tells him the glasses are cute....-B

yES

He comes in and is glowering at a stack of papers, chewing on his red pen, squinting through his thick-rimmed glasses, and he doesn’t even notice someone is standing behind him until he feels a light hand tap on his shoulder.

He jumps, startled, and looks up to see- oh, god oh god ohgodohgod- her. And she’s smiling at him. His heart is quick-stepping in his chest and he smiles back, lips wobbling with excitement.

“Sorry to bother,” she whispers, and he has the gut urge to correct her with ‘you could never bother me’, but abstains, still smiling, nodding encouragingly, “but I just wanted to say that those glasses are very handsome. It’s a new look and wow, I love it.”

She nods at him to cap off her sentence, then walks off, back to her desk, and Frank is reeling, spinning, glittering.

Maybe the glasses make him an old man, but by god, he’s happy to be an old man if she thinks it’s handsome.

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(Correct me if you want but) I like to think that professor!Frank has the longish hair and big beard like Pete Castiglione in Punisher season one! And when he’s grading papers in the library he reluctantly uses reading glasses lmao

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Prof. Castle has pretty neat hair-- it’s curly and he keeps it fairly well maintained, but it is longer and fluffier than the buzzcut he used to have as a younger man. He keeps is professional, but still, it’s a noteworth crop of fluff. His beard, too, is a reputation that precedes him. It’s thick, it’s curly, and it’s famously dense. Some of the more daring students try to see how close they can get to it, and if they can toss pencils or wads of paper into it. He hates it.

But he DEFINITELY has reading glasses that he’s embarrassed about. He feels like they make him look like an old guy. He feels like an aged, decrepit goof with those glasses bunched up on his big, broken nose. He has absolutely no idea that he looks really, really cute with glasses.

[honeylikewords]

K,, a thought about one of your AU’s... angry american literature professor frank castle and the university’s librarian! she pines for him and he pines for her and the students try to get them together

anon you are so valid you have no idea

Frank is the RELENTLESSLY INTENSE professor who everyone’s SUPER INTO but also KINDA SCARED OF because he’s so passionate and he is pretty harsh, so an A in his class is more than an A, it’s a sign that you have surpassed human boundaries and completed a Herculean trial. Also, if you get a letter of rec from professor Castle, you’re basically a god. You have done the impossible and impressed the guy.

He’s very hardcore about the literature he reads and he’s insistent that people need to put in hard work to interpret, read, and think about what they’re saying. He likes to let people have their own ideas, sure, but when someone’s reading it “wrong” (because, let’s face it, there ARE wrong ways to read a text (i.e. ‘Fight Club is about how Cool and Rad it is to be a Manly Man and fight! Fuck homos, straight dudes RULE!’ when it was literally written by a closeted gay man about violent misogyny and toxic masculinity, etc)), Frank will step in and shut that shit down.

He intimidates a lot of his students, but when they talk to him one on one, he’s a lot calmer and more understanding. If he has a student going through a rough time, he’ll give them lenience, and offer to listen if they just need to “sort that shit out”, in his own words. 

But his favorite thing to do, as a professor, is take a big stack of papers and go sit in the library, just across the room from the head librarian’s desk, just so he can look up every few minutes, pretending he’s flipping a page, and look at her. She looks nice when she’s working, all focused, talking to patrons, being so polite and soft-spoken, her whispered words floating across the library to him... he likes how her voice sounds when she talks like that. He loves the way she looks when she’s quietly re-organizing the books, making the library more beautiful just by being in it...

He sometimes meets her eye, and she smiles at him, and he always smiles back. Sometimes he makes a gesture like “ugh, can you believe?” as he points at the mass of essays, rolling his eyes dramatically and making faces to show his disgust. She’ll laugh behind her hand and nod, opening and closing her hand and mouthing “blah blah” as she holds up the receiver of the phone that she’s having to take a call on. 

They mime back and forth, and sometimes that’s all they’ll do the entire time he’s there. He always wishes he had the guts to get up, go over there, and actually talk to her (ask her to get a drink with him after hours, maybe dinner, see a movie, come back to his place-- he stops himself short when he starts thinking like that), but he never seems to have the time. Every time he gets the balls to do it, she ends up having to go handle a patron, head to a meeting, or is clocking out. It drives him insane, but he just tells himself “next time”.

The amount of “next times” that have passed becomes more excruciating by the day.

Students, of course, have noticed, and the braver ones will lean into his office door and ask if he’s “read any good books lately”. When he looks up from his mug of coffee, confused, wearing his angrily furrowed brows, they’ll snicker and murmur, “you know, like any recommendations that I could pick up at the library,” emphasising those words to convey a certain meaning. Frank will splutter on his coffee and tell them to go fuck off to whatever frat party they’re needed at.

But he does think about her, and she thinks about him. Sometimes, on her way to and from the library, she’ll walk past a lecture hall that he’s in, and she’ll stop by the door to listen to him, to the way he talks when he’s full of the fire of his passion. He’ll talk and talk, his voice booming through the room, and it delights her to sometimes peer in and see him, glowing with his own bright light. 

He doesn’t know that about himself; how amazing he is when he’s excited, how he inspires everyone around him to lean closer: to listen, to hang on his every word like it’s a cliff’s edge. He’s enthralling, commanding, complete, and she loves the way he looks when he works so hard to inspire these kids. She loves the way he looks, period.

And so they dance around each other, through corridors and hallways, busied with work and conversation, but when the hours are slow and they’re alone with their thoughts, each of them circles back to the other, wondering “how are you?” and “I wish you were here”...

Someone, please, get these two literary losers together, I’m begging--

[mychemicalromanceimagines]

Hot For Teacher

___________________________________ Could I request Professor! Frank where Y/N is his TA? If you could include a bit of her watching him in lecture that would be awesome too! Then after she goes to his office and they talk a bit and they hook up (maybe even a little bit of kinky-teacher related stuff :3)? Thank you :D ___________________________________

Shit. Shit. I’m going to be late! You’re mentally screaming at yourself as you struggle to bunch up all the papers that lay strewn across your desk. They’re important papers that you’d filed last night for Dr. Iero, and he needs them to be ready today. There wouldn’t be a problem really, if you had actually woken up on time. God forbid you actually wake up on time to get all your shit in order, though, right? It didn’t help at all that you’d lost track of time in the shower.

At least I’ll smell fuckin’ delicious. You think madly to yourself as you stick all the manilla folders and other papers as neatly as you can into your bookbag, then proceed to rush out the door. Your outfit is fine enough, and although your hair is a little messier than usual, you need to get to class now. You hate being late, especially to Dr. Iero’s class.

You go as fast as you possibly can and arrive just a minute before the class is to begin. As you walk into the classroom the first thing you see is Dr. Iero, stacking and organizing some papers from where he stands leaning over his desk. You stop dead in your tracks and freeze up without thinking.

Professor Iero is wearing shiny black shoes, black slacks, and a white button up: professional as usual. Even so, you’re stuck staring at him as he pushes his falling glasses higher back on his nose with a tattooed finger. What I’d do to see the rest of his tats…

“Oof!” You’re snapped out of your thoughts as another student pushes past you, also in a hurry to not be late. You figure you should probably get out of the doorway, so you take a breath then walk up to the young professor’s desk.

“Good morning, Dr. Iero.” You greet him politely.

“Ah! Good morning (Y/N)!” Professor Iero looks up from his desk and straightens up, pushing his glasses up again as his eyes meet yours. He smiles a toothy smile at you, and you can’t help but wonder how it is that his smile just radiates happiness. And hope…

“I’ve got all those papers filed, like you asked for Dr. Iero.” You take the papers out (which are neat and seem to be in good order, thankfully) and hold them out to him.

“Oh, thanks so much (Y/N)! You’re the best. Although you forgot something.” Your expression immediately falls into worry, but Iero just takes the papers and places them on his desk before continuing. “I’ve told you before, just called me Frank. Dr. Iero is my father.” Dr. Iero, or Frank now, says the latter sentence in a false, deep-voiced snobby tone. You can’t help the little giggle that escapes you.

“Right, sorry… Frank.” The name feels a bit strange on your tongue, but it’s nice nonetheless.

Throughout the lecture you can’t help but stare at Dr-Frank. Not that it’s out of the usual, but most of the time you try to find something to do to preoccupy yourself, like organize papers or something of that sort. But today you feel like you’ve earned a more leisurely time considering all the work you put in the night before, finishing all your course homeworks and doing what Frank had asked of you.

So there you sit, watching Frank as he talks and explains. You’re barely listening to what he’s saying, distracted by the way his hands make gestures when he gets into a part he’s really excited about. He constantly walks from one side of the room to the other, his tattooed hands flailing in the air as he goes on and on about the topic. You observe the way his lips move when he speaks, the way he scrunches up his face when he tries to think of how to explain something… the way he runs his hand back through his hair, showing off the “hopeless” tattoo etched onto the pale flesh of his hand.

Lecture passes by rather quick, and you’re only a little bit flustered by the end. Usually you stay behind after class for a good bit so that the professor can give you lesson plan updates and tell you whatever he needs you to do, but before you can reach him, another student walks up to him.

“Hey, Frank. Is it alright if I stay for a bit? I wanted to talk to you about some stuff that’s been going on with me, if that’s alright.”

You aren’t really eavesdropping, you’re just standing close enough to hear what the guy says. Either way, you did want to know whether or not you should leave to let the two talk alone.

“Sure, Ryan. What’s up, man?” Frank’s brow knits together in worry for the student, Ryan, and you can’t help but mentally praise him for being such a kind and involved professor.

“Well, um, I’ve been having some problems…” Ryan begins, and you can already tell that the conversation isn’t going to be a quick one. You head out the door and make a mental note to come back later to discuss with Frank at the end of the day before he leaves.

You go about the rest of the day as usual and finally you finish up your last class. You nearly forget to go back to Professor Iero’s class to ask him if there’s anything extra that he needs you to do, but when a guy with tattoos walks past you, you’re immediatly reminded and you quickly backtrack and head to his classroom.

The halls of the university are rather sparse, most classes done for the day. When you reach Iero’s classroom you find that his door is locked when you jangle the handle, and you worry that he’s already left campus. Before giving up you knock a couple times, and to your complete relief you hear his voice from the other side of the door.

“Coming!” You hear his quick footsteps before the door opens. Professor Iero’s expression as he opens the door goes from confusion to a big smile as he sees that it’s you. “Oh hey (Y/N)! What’s up? How can I help ya?”

You’re caught completely off guard for a moment; Dr. Iero has got his sleeves rolled up to the elbows, so you’re able to see that he is absolutely covered in tattoo sleeves.

“Oh, um, it’s just that I didn’t really get the chance to stay after class today to ask if there was anything you needed me to do.” You tell him, trying to keep your eyes off his arms.

“Oh right. Yeah totally come on in.” He gives you a smile and gestures for you to step in, and he lets the door close behind you.

He walks over to his desk and takes a seat, huffing the slightest bit as he slumps in the chair comfortably.

“Alright, come here (Y/N).”

You walk over to the young professor and he begins to explain some new lesson plans, asking for feedback occasionally and telling you what he would probably need for you to do.

At some point you happen to look down from where you stand at the sitting Professor’s side, and notice that he is no longer wearing his usual dress shoes. He has changed into a dirty, worn looking pair of Converse instead. Your focus shifts from Dr. Iero’s voice to his shoes, and you don’t notice when he stops talking to stare at your gazing eyes.

“(Y/N)?” He questions, an eyebrow raised behind his glasses and the corner of his mouth turned up in slight curiousity.

“Oh sorry, what?” You fumble for words, quickly looking back up.

“Yeah, I know my shoes are fuckin’ wrecked. That’s why I change into them. They’re goddamn comfortable.” He leans back in his large chair and grins at you, and your mouth is agape. You’ve never heard him swear before. It feels as though you’re seeing an almost different side of him… more personal.

“Yeah, that makes sense.” You stutter out. “I bet you get tired from standing all day.”

“Yeah, it can be tiring,” Frank hesitates before continuing, chewing on his lip nervously. “but it’s worth it, being able to be around such different, interesting young people. And getting to see you everyday, (Y/N).” Frank finishes and smiles so kindly at you.

“Oh, thanks Frank. I really enjoy seeing you too.” You give him a small nervous smile, the most you can muster, but when Frank hears your answer his face breaks into the most joyous smile you’ve ever seen him give. Your stomach does flips.

“I’m glad to hear that (Y/N). And I know you’re not exactly a student of mine, and don’t tell anyone else, but you’re my favorite.” He winks at you and this time you’re sure your heart skips a beat.

“Aw, you’re just saying that.” You smile at him, the coyness in your voice not even having to be faked.

“I really mean it.” The young professor gets up out of his chair to stand close in front of you, placing you between his desk and himself. Your breathing speeds up and your hands begin to tremble at your sides.

“Why thank you, Dr. Iero.” You smile, staring determinedly into his hazel orbs.

The effect is immediate. Frank’s eyes go from kind to fiery, and in a flash his hands fly up to grip your hips tightly, pushing you back a bit to have the backs of your legs pressing against his desk. This is actually happening.

“I told you to call me Frank.” He snarls in your face before colliding his lips against yours. His lips are soft and he has a distinct minty flavor, and you can tell he’s not holding back as his tongue clashes with your own. Frank drags his mouth away from your lips and down your jawline, finding your neck so that he can kiss and suck on it as well.

“Shit, Frank!” You let out, still amazed that this was actually going down.

“That’s a good girl.” Frank coos against your neck, and you can’t stop your hands from reaching for his tie, tugging to get it off of him. Frank grins and helps you, replacing your hands with his and properly untieing and slipping his tie off. You’re about to get started on the buttons of his shirt, but you’re interrupted.

“Turn around.” Frank’s voice is stern and his face expressionless. You don’t move for a second, confused, before he repeats himself again louder. “Turn around, (Y/N).”

This time you do as you’re told and turn to face away from him, towards his desk. You’re only allowed to be confused for a second before you are rather forcefully pushed to be bent over the professor’s desk. Oh.

You’re surprised even further as you feel Frank’s strong hands take hold of your own, and a wave of realization washes over you as you understand what he’s doing. He’s binding my hands with his tie.

Your legs begin to tremble with anticipation as you hear a zipper and the sound of pants rustling. You turn your head around and sure enough there stands Frank, pants up and buttoned, but with his dick out through the unzipped slit of his slacks. You mentally thank whatever god for dress pants before deciding on what you are about to do. You want to push the young professor, you want to see how far you can make him go.

“Fuck, hurry up. I need you, Dr. Iero.” You groan out dramatically. Frank’s face goes from a smirk at the beginning of your outburst to an expression of anger. He lets out a growl before moving away from you and taking the few steps to his desk, throwing open a drawer and furiously shuffling through it.

“I have told you to call me Frank.” His tone is serious as he takes out from the drawer what he was looking for: a thick wooden ruler. You gulp, and Frank smirks at you before walking back behind you, out of your view as you continue to stare fowards. “I guess you just need that to be reinforced into that pretty little head of yours, hm (Y/N)?” Frank asks you sweetly as he grabs at your pants and yanks them down with your underwear.

You blush profusely at the exposure, but you’re not even given the chance to respond before a loud smacking sound reverberates throughout the room. You feel a painful sting on your ass and you let out a loud cry.

“What’s my name, (Y/N)?” Frank asks in a husky voice.

“Professor Iero!” You groan out.

Smack. Smack.

“What’s my name?!” Frank almost yells.

“Dr. Iero, please!”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

You cry out and you can feel the marks forming on your bottom. By now you can feel the wetness between your legs almost dripping, and you decide that you’ve had enough.

“Frank, Frank please, just fuck me.” You beg.

“There you go sweetheart, was that so hard?” You hear the clatter of the ruler being dropped and before you can say another word, Frank is pressing his length inside you roughly. With one firm stroke he’s all the way in, and you let out a little scream at the intrusion.

“Shhhh baby, fuck.” Frank’s voice sounds wrecked as he starts to move in and out of you, slow at first but he quickly speeds up. Soon the sound of flesh hitting flesh is filling the room along with the small moans coming from the both of you.

“Jesus Christ, (Y/N).” Frank huffs out after a while, and when you turn your head to look back at him, the sight almost pushes you over the edge. Frank is beggining to sweat through his thin white button up, and you can see the faint lines of a chestpiece that must be tatted on his skin. Your eyes roll back and you look foward again, letting your head rest on the wooden desk as you’re fucked from behind.

“Frank, I’m gonna come, Frank!” The warmth spreads through you and you feel yourself tightening around Frank’s cock. You let out a loud moan, and Frank’s thrusts start to get sloppy. You feel him grab at your bound hands, holding on and tugging almost painfully as your shoulders are strained.

“Oh my god (Y/N) I, fuck!” Frank lets out a throaty moan before spilling, gently thrusting before finally stopping completely. All that is heard is your heavy breathing before Frank moves and starts to clean you up.

The two of you get your clothes on properly once again in silence, and once you pat your hair down a bit you lean against the professor’s desk and look at him.

“So, I really am your favorite, huh?” You ask him, a shy smile on your lips.

Frank pauses from where he was wiping the fog off his glasses, putting them back on and looking up at you.

“Heh, yeah, you really are (Y/N).” He smiles at you and blushes a bit, biting his lip. “Sorry about… that. I really wasn’t planning on it going that way.”

“So you weren’t planning on fucking me over your desk?” You ask in mock surprise. He smiles.

“No, actually. Although I am glad that we seemed to accomplish one big thing.”

“And what’s that?” You ask him.

“I don’t think you’re going to be calling me by the wrong name anymore.”

[mychemicalromanceimagines]

Lowkey yelling about this cause its like exactly the Professor Frank aesthetic

A/N: OH MY GOD I HAVE THIS PHOTO SAVED I’M OBSESSED WITH IT BC TEACHER!FRANK 100% YES FAM YES I thought the same as you when I first saw it oml