#` * clandestine

[sonicexelle-junkary]

He’s just a little guy! It’s not his fault.

[josukesfever]

technically finished on this side of the world, but Happy Amok Time Day to all who celebrate, i literally cannot believe they let kirk and spock dry hump each other on the sands of vulcan on national television in 1967 but boy am i glad they did

[predoom]

going to pass away now. it’s been real

[kitkeithkat]

Clandestine

[alienabductees]

anyway. william beckett clandestine industries choker appreciation post

[grayvineyard]

Manic pixie dream girl pw ig lol

[rpfsex]

[nails4breakfast-tacks4snacks]

He ate my heart, he a-a-ate my heart out.

That boy is a monster ♥︎×

[basic-cable]

Sitting here watching an old episode of iCarly (s2e4).

Everyone who watched the show who was also a Fall Out Boy fan knows Sam Puckett was a fan:

So when spouse was like, "Hey, that kind of looks like Pete Wentz's tattoo on her shirt," I had to look more closely:

And sure enough, Carly appears to be wearing a T-shirt with a Clandestine Industries logo on it. Has anyone else noticed this? I googled and couldn't find anything.

[semic0nstructivecr1tic1sm]

Pink Blinkies, GIFs, & Stamps!

[sonicexelle-junkary]

First contact

[starchasersunseeker]

THE PACKAGE @my-castles-crumbling SENT ME IS FINALLY HERE!!!!! JSKDHSKDHSKHS

My Barty and Evan's bitch shirt 😍🥰💜

Also do you guys like how I decorated my laptop?

[predoom]

EEEEEEEEEK

[porrkksoda]

[falloutboyfan18]

Pete Wentz

[magneticecstasy]

clandestine (drabble/wip)

read all of clandestine here

pairing: teacher!joel x f!reader

rating: m (minors dni)

warnings: age gap (joel is in his 30s and f!reader is 18) power imbalance (teacher/student relationship), slightly pervy!joel bc hello he’s pining after his student, implied that reader is a virgin, slight smut

a/n: i’ve literally never written any fanfic or smut before and this is my first go at it. this will hopefully become part of a larger fanfic that i’m planning. this drabble is meant to take place during a history school trip to berlin where teacher!joel is a chaperone.

i would love to hear any feedback/advice about this piece and i hope ya’ll like it!🖤

joel studied you like an artefact, not unlike the one you were admiring in front of you, and drank you in.

he rarely saw you in regular clothes, save for non-uniform days to raise money for some charity selected by the college. even then, it was expected for you to dress modestly, covered up. here on this trip though, you were able to dress more akin to what you wanted to wear, able to show more skin and more of your body - much to joel’s delight. his eyes scanned past your soft locks to your chest clothed in a teasing milkmaid top. the bodice, cinched tightly, the soft, gathered fabric caressed your waist, accentuating your figure with a subtle yet irresistible allure. the garment emphasized the swell of your breasts, while the tie front drew attention to the tantalizing valley of your cleavage.

he fantasised about what they would look like in his large hands, caressing and massaging them, picturing what illicit noises he could solicit from your lips if he were to squeeze and pinch your soft buds. he wondered if he would be the first to touch you like this. the thought of him being first to lay claim of you made him hard, straining slightly painfully against his thick jeans. damn, you’re going to be the death o’ me, darlin’, he thought.

in this gallery full of art, he would still prefer to gaze upon you. there’s nothing wrong with that, right? he thought, i’m just lookin’, observin’, whatever y’wanna to call it. he’s never acted out physically on this attraction, this infatuation with you, a student, so he believed he was in the clear, for now. he decided to keep his dirty thoughts of you to himself, kept tucked away the next time he returns to his hotel room later tonight.

to him, you appeared not to notice his eyes devouring every little inch of your body, too engrossed in each of the collected works in the gallery. but you felt his gaze and allowed him to lap you up. if it were any other man, it would feel perverted, disgusting. in truth, you were revelling in the way mr. miller was staring at you, probably undressing you in his mind. it felt wrong in a sense, him being your teacher in a position of power over you, but in the same sense, it felt too good to stop him.