#📷Art

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[poppy-metal]

let me cook a little bit

professor!art attempting to end what you two have together— he knows your young and impressionable and he doesn’t want that to be on his hands or hurt you.

and you leave with no quips or yelling, not even an tear. but you don’t make it easy for him to forget afterwards.

you wear one of his shirts that he left in your car, having a few buttons left undone, and whenever he walked by, he could catch a glimpse of the lacy white bra that you always wore when you were together. you always come by office hours wearing one of the shortest skirts you own, dropping your pencil and bending over practically in his lap to pick it up. you even end up slipping one of your panties into his coat jacket that he ends up feeling when he puts it on in the middle of a lecture— resulting in him having to sit at his desk for the rest of class.

he was gonna have to work to get rid of you

- 📷 anon :)

mmmffffnnnn art trying to be good and you making it so hard (hehe) it's made worse by the fact that you aren't putting it on that heavy - besides wearing his clothes - and the flashes of your bra strap - you don't look at him during his lectures and he keeps adjusting his glasses when he's grading papers and glancing up at you furitively. you can feel it every time he does - his gaze like sparks across your skin, and you have to bite the cap of your pen to hide your smile.

arts a hard nut to crack - it'd been easy enough to seduce him into a blowjob when he was tipsy and clearly in a mood over the divorce. with his head on straight he was a good man - not straight laced, per say - just good. he had a kind heart and you knew how conflicted he had to feel about "abusing" his power over you.

sure it was inappropriate but it wasn't illegal - you weren't even sure if it was something he could lose his job over - his position with the university was pretty good. a consensual relationship with a student would be frowned upon, sure, but he'd be fine. it was just his moral code. maybe he still felt loyal to his ex, too. divorce didn't mean his feelings were severed, after all.

but you'd sensed it in the stall - the way he shuddered and damn near melted against the door when you sank your lips around his cock - he needed a release - one other than his hand. you hoped when he did jerk off, he was thinking of you. of your mouth on his cock. about how you looked on your knees servicing him - your whole focus devoted to making him feel good. you wanted him again. sucking his cock wasn't enough for the hunger being on your knees for him stoked in your belly. you needed that cock inside you - between your legs - pushing and pressing you apart. you could just picture how he'd moan too, lips parted and cheeks flushed. you wondered if he lived alone now in his house or if he had to buy and apartment. you hoped it was the house - you wanted to spread out on his old marriage bed - wet and wanting and taking his cock. you could make him feel so good. he'd forget all about the divorce and pesky morals and what was right or wrong. he just needed to want it enough.

you had to drive him crazy with lust - make him itch with it. make it consume his every waking thought.

so you wore your high thighs and short denim skirts and his sweater - hanging off one shoulder and showing your pink bralette underneath. you didn't make eye contact with him once to build the tension. on and on for a week. your clothes only getting more and more revealing - your attention on him fleeting but purposeful.

when you turned in your essay exactly one week later in nothing but his sweater and shorts so short they didn't even come down enough to peek under where his sweater fell down your thighs- making it look like it was all you wore - that and nothing else.

you heard his sharp inhale - looked at him and your eyes met and you could see the naked, pure, unguarded animal want there for a second. his pupils dilated to nearly all black.

you smiled as you handed him your paper - "I hope it's good. I worked so hard and long on it - I'd love any feedback you have for me when you're done."

you see him swallow. his adams apple bobbing, before he blinks and his ears turn pink and he adjusts his glasses - clears his throat. "go back to your seat." he says, softly.

you do - and later when you're laying on your dorm bed and your phone buzzes, you see it's from and unknown number and smile.

"hello?" you answer, voice sugar sweet.

you were expecting it to be him - anticipating - and yet still your heart fluttered when you hear his voice on the other end. "come meet me outside - we need to talk."

the way he speaks - smooth and confident - like he's made a decision and he's sure of it, makes your cunt throb.

you spring up, fast and quick. pulling drawers out to find something hot to wear. "do we?" you tease him. "about my essay?"

he exhales - long-suffering. you can imagine him in his car, looking out his window at your dorm, jaw working as he waits for you. god, you bet he looks so fucking hot. you can't wait to see him.

"you know what about." is what he says.

you hum - "pink or white?"

"what?"

you shuffle through your lingerie. "do you want me in pink." you say, drawing it out so he can really picture it. "or white?"

a pause. you wonder if he's still in denial about this - even now. waiting outside your dorm at 11pm on a friday. but then he says -

"in my sweater." he says.

your whole body heats. it's one thing to put yourself out there and flirt - to be the pursuer - it's another thing when it's recuperated. your tummy has butterflies - your clit has a heartbeat. he sounds so..... controlled. it's a side you haven't heard before.

"okay - " you breathe. close your drawer.

he says your name before either of you can hang up - "yeah?" you ask.

"you know I respect you?"

"of course. why?"

"because im about to treat you like I dont."

the line clicks.

[heartz4shauna]

your camera roll if art donaldson was your boyfriend!!

photo 1: oh well hello !

photo 2: tennis wife things 😚

photo 3: what on earth could i be packing for..

photo 4: visiting hours

photo 5: concentrating intensely

photo 6: order up!

photo 7: indeed it is

photo 8: 📍new yawk or whatevuh

photo 9: headshots etc etc

[liimonlucay]

" Her insan çektiği acıya benzer."

[impulse-exe]

🐺♡ 𝑰'𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕. ♡ 🐰

hehehehe hiii chat theyre finished!! theyre ready!!! oh my gosh!!!! the little guys are here!!! Lycaster is real ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა!!!!!

ok to rb!! ꕤ Aster uses he/they pronouns ꕤ nonsharing! ꕤ proship DNI

[x-heesy]

𝙻 𝚘 𝚟 𝚎 📷

New York and London 60-80s in the photo by Evelyn Hofer 🇺🇸 🇬🇧

Evelyn Hofer (* January 21, 1922, Marburg an der Lahn; † November 2, 2009 in Mexico City) was a photographer of German descent who later took on Mexican and American citizenship. Over decades, Hofer created a body of work that independently developed the tradition of August Sander's conception of images and also used color photography early on. Hilton Kramer, art critic for the New York Times, called Hofer "America's most famous 'unknown' photographer."

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Matter of Time by Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings 🎧

[havadaabulut]

Frida Kahlo

[metalwinggedfairy]

🦋📷 - Rachel Amberr my BPD princess

[waffleslashermaster]

I don’t want what you have. I wanna be you.

[kingspacebar]

Keopi <3

[polygon-draws]

no afternoon nap = head empty, no thoughts

ref:

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WIP of the boy’s redesign. I think I’m set on the design itself, but I might rework the colors a little more yet.

[reminiscentrainclouds]

Let's pretend they're both alive and well and hanging out or something, okay?

Inspiration image from Pinterest

[liimonlucay]

"Nesneler bizim onlara yüklediğimiz anlamlardan ibarettir, insanlar da öyle."

[zaynontour]

Ok Google, how do i get freaky friday-ed with Krystle?

[shirogane-oushirou]

🌸* .✧ HAPPY OUSHIVERSARY ✧ .*🌸

happy 13 years to my beloved boy ;w; technically our 13 year "dating" anniversary is in a few weeks, but today's our 12th wedding anniversary, so i'm combining the two! he's gotten me through so many rough years... from my stressful college years, to falling ill senior year, to moving home, to diagnosis and intense treatment... he was my rock. he kept me going. he gave me a reason to get through each day. and i love him so so much, forever and always.

my beloved. my cherry blossom boy. i hope the spring you've waited for has been as rewarding for you as it has been for me. 💞

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