my bulletin boards

She’s going to love you. I know her, alright? I’ve known her my whole life. And she’s going to love you. Not now, maybe not soon, but someday. And…and you need to wait for her. Because it’ll be worth it, when she loves you. She loves with everything she has, every last piece of her soul. So you have to be careful with her, okay? She thinks she’s unbreakable, everyone thinks she’s unbreakable, but she’s not. You be gentle and careful and you love her back, you love her now even though she doesn’t love you yet, not like that, because you have to be ready to love her back. You have to be ready to love every single part of her, all the pain and the brokenness and the–the nightmares and the good things, too, the constant enthusiasm and the recklessness and just…everything. Because if you don’t love her, all of her, she’ll tear herself apart for you, and you can’t let her do that. She’s too beautiful to break for someone else.
—  from an unfinished story #829

09/05/17 - T-2 Days till School

decided to set up a calendar for the entire fall semester
but i only have syllabuses for 2 classes…… 
so it’s looking a bit bare……

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Having sex with Tom when he's you're teacher

a/n: guys I wanna quit my job, I can’t handle anymore but I need this fucking fuck
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my life it’s pretty messed up right now and I just can’t handle anymore
sorry by this mental break
please let me know if you liked and what kind of sins you want
this is have been my scape so I’m more than happy on writing

• you’re one of the best students at your college
• and that it’s just because you fucking love what you’ve chosen to do
• even the subjects you don’t really get along with you’re one of the bests
• you even give particular classes to other students that need help
• well… at least you try
• the majority of those who search you are men
• and they expect you to give other things than just a help on the hard topics
• you always question yourself why because you’re not exactly the biggest femme fatale
• and you’re actually a little shy
• that’s why you’re so smart
• you were so shy when you were younger that you didn’t asked to yours teachers help you when you had a doubt
• so you studied alone and all by yourself
• today you don’t have problems asking your teachers for help
• or at least with 99% of them
• Mr. Holland is a exception
• he wasn’t old enough to be called “Mr.”
• he wasn’t old
• fuck
• sometimes you even doubt if he’s not younger than you
• the man is gorgeous
• he could be a model
• what the hell he’s doing stuck in a college lecturing?
• he’s not a peacock but sometimes he uses some t-shirts that you’re completely sure it’s like two sizes smaller than his actual number
• and when he wear those glasses you swear you could die
• you would be lying if you say you don’t a have a tiny winy crush on him
• like every other girl
• the only thing different it’s that you don’t hit on him
• he make you so frustrated
• you barely can talk to him
• always using a voice louder than a whisper and looking down to your hands
• you almost don’t have courage to look at his eyes
• but when you do it’s like your legs turn into jelly
• your knees become weak and you whole body boil with just one simple look
• you’re far away of being an saint but he make you feel like a virgin
• everytime he turn around to write something on the board you could see the mussels of his back moving under the fabric of his clothe
• all you could think it’s in how warmth and soft his skin must be
• how must be having him in the top of you
• and in how you’d destroy his back with your nails while he pound into you forcefully
• when that bastard pass his fingers through his curly hair you’re 100% sure that you always let a low moan scape
• sometimes you imagine your fingers running through his hair in a sweet and innocent way
• like before he fall asleep on your arms
• but 70% of the time it’s a filthy thought
• like in how good it would be tangle your fingers roughly in his hair while he eat you out
• you can’t count the times you’ve had to take a cold shower before sleep because of Mr. Holland
• but you know nothing ever it’s going to happen between you two
• first because he have every girl on that collage on his feet
• second because he’s you’re teacher
• although this one lowkey turn you on
• you cloud swear to God that sometimes you’re able to feel his eyes staring you while you copy the topics
• it’s so real that you’re need to squirm on you sit
• your mind start to be clouded with different scenarios of him and you’re not paying attention anymore to your colleague
• you know you shouldn’t but the only thing going you can really focus it’s in how his hands would touch you
• he’d be gentle? rough? passionate?
• he’d be very vocal or whisper praises in your ear with sort moans?
• he’d be fast or he’d have a huge amount of stamina?
• he’d enjoy round two?
• how’d your name sound with that deep voice and that thick accent?
• something inside you say he likes to receive blowjobs and you’re dying to know how he taste
• without even realizing you’re squeezing your tights trying to relief the tension between them
• “Uuuhhh… Y/N, are okay? You seem a little distracted.”
• “Oh, I’m fine. Thank you. What were you talking? Sorry not paying attention.”
• you bite your lower lip and pray for the boy in front of you don’t ask what were you thinking because you’re a terrible liar
• luckily he don’t and you just use all your force to don’t think about him again
• when you both finish his tasks he give you a kiss on the check and thanks
• you liked him because he was never disrespectful and his actions never had any kind of second intentions
• he’s already gone but you didn’t move from your chair and keep staring at the table of the library
• you need to go in some classrooms to leave your number on the bulletin boards and you really don’t want to at all
• you keep staring to one little point black on the wood for what look like one eternity
• but were actually five minutes
• with a groan with throw your backpack on your shoulder and create the courage to stand up
• with lazy steps you go to the classroom 505 and before you can open the door a girl push it roughly and walk with heavy steps towards the stairs
• you have a vague idea of who she is but it’s not that important
• in the moment you put your foot inside the room you see someone sitting on the main chair and watching in a notebook what looks like a documentary
• well…
• it’s not just someone
• it’s Mr. Holland
• he looks so concentrated on what’s he’s watching that he really doesn’t notice you’re there
• you just see the perfect chance to scare him
• deep inside you’re still a little bit childish
• walking without any noise you just go towards him
• “You’re watching porn!”
• you could feel him tense under the suddenly grab on his shoulder
• “Jesus, Miss. Y/L/N. I’m old. You could have killed me. And I’m not watching porn.”
• “I know, silly. I’m just kidding.”
• you still had your hands on his shoulder so you could tell he still were tense
• “Just for your information I’m watching a documentary about sea life.”
• “Do you really like this kind of stuff Mr. Holland?”
• “I love it and soon I intend to begin a college of marine biology”
•the thought of him going away made your heart heavy but you decided not to show how sad you were
• “Oh I see. Unlike you think you’re really young and you should do what you love. We all should do what we want and crave the most”
• his body tensed up again and he let a long and deep sigh
• “And why you’re here, Miss Y/L/N?”
• he threw his head back and looked up while he made the question and that thing happens again
• shit
• his eyes are so fucking beautiful
• your knees go weak again and you had do hold his shoulders a little bit stronger
• “I-I came here to leave my phone on the bulletin board”
• “And why would you do this?”
• maybe it was the eye contact or the heat of his body or even the fact that you still had your hands on his shoulders but you’re really nervous right now
• “Uh… I give particular classes to others students when they’re having too much struggles.”
• before finishing talking you were already on the other side of the room taking flyers and the adhesive tape of your backpack
• “You’re one of the best students here so this doesn’t surprise me. Do you have a lot of colleagues to help?”
• “A lot of men comes to me but not the girls. I know why the the boys come but I don’t know I any woman asks me for help. I mean… I know but that’s not important.”
• you listen a low growl but you’re pretty sure it’s your imagination
• “Can I ask you a question, Miss Y/L/N?”
• you don’t trust your own voice right now so you just nod your head and don’t dare to look at him pretending your really focused on the tape and the flyers
• “Everytime a girl comes to me asking for help I suggest to your colleagues to ask you but they just hate the idea. Why?”
• you suppress a sigh
• if you’re a little more dummy you were going to be begging to a particular class with him
• “C'mon, Mr Holland. You know very well the reason”
• “Do I?”
• you’re bent over one of the tables next to the door sticking the flyers of the bulletin board so you don’t really see him, but you can listen
• he stood up of the chair and gave a few steps towards you
• “Professor… You’re young and handsome. The girls expect things.”
• “Oh. Am I handsome?”
• you’re sure he’s smiling but you don’t dare to turn around and look given the fact you blushed
• “ Thank you, Miss Y/L/N but now answer me. Why the girls want to me to help them?”
• you can hear a few more steps and you take a deep breath before create the courage to talk
• “Well… They come to me expecting to fuck me on the desk or at least receive a blowjob. And the girls go to you for the same reason of the boys”
• you try not to laugh but you’d never understand what pass through their heads
• if they get better grades the prize it’s sex?
• they should give you a pizza not a dick
• “So the girls come to me because they want to fuck with you on my desk?”
• now you can’t hold the laugh and you shake your head at his silly joke
• “Nooooo. They want to do it whit you”
• suddenly you feel his body against yours as he try to read on note on the board
• your whole body tense up and start to get hotter
• “Miss Y/L/N, you smell like strawberries.”
• he closed the door after he spoke and your heart was pounding insanely
• “Mr. Holland…”
• your voice was so weak that you didn’t have sire if he really had listened to you
• “Yes, miss Y/L/N?”
• you turn around just to be face to face with him
• you close your eyes because you know you’re not capable of staring at him without losing control
• “We can’t…”
• “Nobody need to know. We don’t have to tell. But if you don’t want this I completely understand Y/N and I’m-”
• when he spoke your name you didn’t handle
• you garb the hair on the back of his neck and pull him closer to a wild and hungry kiss
• the feeling of his soft lips made you moan
• his hands grabbed your hips roughly and lifted you up
• you lace your legs around his waist and he walk with you in that position until he drop you on his desk
• his hand start to lift you skirt and this made the kiss intense than before
• you start to be out of breath when he break the kiss, lick your bottom lip and bite
• you let a moan escape and the grip on you hips become stronger
• he start to kiss you jaw and you grab his arms after he rip your shirt making all the buttons to pop out
• “You know how many times I dreamed about fucking you? You make me feel like I’m a fucking teenager who can control his dick”
• he bite you neck after he’s done talking and you just can’t believe that you heard what you heard
• his hands travel to your back and open your blue lace bra
• he don’t waste time and soon he have his mouth playing with your nipple while one hand start to massage the other
• you moan one “Mr. Holland” and he bite you nipple making you gasp
• you start to roll you hips against his jeans rubbing your soaked pussy trying to get some relief
• more exactly against his huge and hard erection
• you needed to taste him
• you just needed
• so you grab his hair and make him look at you
• with a small push on his chest you start to kiss his neck and open his shirt button by button because you’re not a savage who destroy shirts
• when you’re done you get up from the table just to kneel in front of him
• you look at his face and bat your eyelashes while you open his belt and pants
• you pull everything down at one realising his thick cock
• you don’t waste time and take the tip with your mouth tasting the precum and moaning
• you really don’t want to play game so you just put everything you can in you mouth and work with your hand what you can’t
• he’s moaning so soft but at the same time so deep and just because of you
• “You know have many fucking times I had to jerk off in the bathroom because of you? Every fucking time you call me "Mr. Holland” I swear to God that I’m almost not able to control me"
• you hollow your cheeks around his length and moan with the thought of Mr. Holland touching himself thinking about you
• you’re clit it’s begging for attention so you start to rub it with you free hand while you enjoy the view of your lovely professor all messed up
• when he realize you’re touching yourself he grab you by your hair and making you sit on the desk again
• he kneel in front of your covered core and tale your panties with the same delicacy of your shirt
• he rip her
• but you don’t have time to complain before he press his hands in you ass pulling you closer to his mouth
• he’s not there to play games he just start to roll his tongue on your clit
• you know he barely stared but you’re moaning mess
• the only things you really can say -or whisper- properly it’s “Mr. Holland”
• you’re not doing on propose but every time he listen that he gets more wild and eventually he start to insert two fingers inside you
• he try to be gentle
• he really do
• but you made him lost his mind
• so he’s just insanely curling his fingers inside you and eating you alive
• the familiar knot on your stomach starts to be formed and you tangle your fingers on his hair
• “Mr. Holland, I’m coming. Oh my god. Fuck”
• and when you came, you came hard
• he cleaned you up not wasting one single drop of your juice and stan up to face you
• “Miss Y/L/N… Watch your language. If you do it again I’ll have to punish you. Do you understand?”
• you shiver by his words but nod your head
• suddenly you feel a hard slap against you ass and you let a high pitch moan escape
• “Answer me.”
• “Yes, Mr. Holland.”
• “So miss Y/L/N do you also want to fuck with me on the table?”
• “Please, Mr. Holland. I need to. I need you. Please.”
• “So take my wallet on the drawer.”
• you look at him batting your eyelashes and bite your lips with a playful smile
• you’re in the pill and you’re not going to lose this chance
• “Please Mr. Holland. I want to feel you in me, I want you to fill my walls with your cum.”
• and he thrust into you at once making you bite his shoulder to muffle a scream
• you’re really didn’t notice when he positioned himself with your entrance because you were in trance with his eyes again
• his pace is rough but yet passionate
• “Miss Y/L/N, I’ve been fantasized about you for so long. You’re even tighter than I dreamed.”
• you wish you could tell how much you’ve been wanting him too but you’re only could bring his body closer to yours and moan in his ear
• yous legs até laced in his waist again and your nails are scratching his shoulders
• after he hit a particular spot inside you, you squeez his dick with your walls and bite his neck trying not to scream
• he keep hitting that spot and you knew you were done
• with a few more assertive thrusts you clench your walls around his cock really strong
• you moan one “Fuck, Mr. Holland.” a little louder than intended
• that send him to his edge and you can feel his hot come fill your walls
• he place his forehead against yours and you both try to catch yours breath
• “Why me? You could have anyone. So why me?”
• “Because miss Y/L/N you’re the only one here that actually pay attention on my class and are actually a good person. I’ve have feelings for you since the day you decided to help your colleagues receiving nothing in return”
• you’re couldn’t be happier right now
• as you both start to adjust your clothes you start to talk about life and stuff
• he wants you to call him Tom from now on
• and he gave you his coat since you don’t have a shirt to go home
• and he actually wants to get know you better
• he needed to stay on college for some kind of meeting with others teachers but you needed to go home so you decided to go to a restaurant later
• before you leave the classroom you listen him call your name
• “Miss Y/L/N you got detention. So tomorrow here after your last class.”
• you really didn’t understand the reason of this so you decided to ask
• “Oh, darling… I told you to watch your language. Tomorrow you’ll be punished.”
• oh
• you just smile and bite your bottom lip
• you still have so many questions about how he’d be in bed and it’s seems that you’d figure out soon the answers
• “Okay… Tomorrow I’ll be here. Bye, Mr. Holland

I’m finally representing SU on what is slowly turning into a sort of fan art wall in my tiny room now that these prints from @dement09 made it here safely!

this photo file was too big to post so I had to reduce the size, but the quality in person is stellar.

also, I love the Amethyst doodle & Peridot sticker, they’re going on my bulletin board once I cool down from the effort of putting these up a foot over my head