Forty Year Gap

I'm 18 // TCC // TC imagines // NSFW infatuated with a man forty years my senior, let's call him N

[tiesandtights-blog]

I want someone to buy me sexy lingerie

[physicsandnihilism]

Teacher Problem #13

When she gives you the “fuck me” stare in class.

[physicsandnihilism]

Teacher Problem #5

When she wears a skirt.

[queenofblck]

[theanimalmemes]

[tiesandtights-blog]

I want to hear you moan my name between a string of swears. To feel your day-old stubble and thin chapped lips. Your cool fingers on my hot skin. Strong arms resisting mine.

[tctrash]

Whenever someone says something funny in his class, he laughs and looks at me. Like, he could be looking at anyone else, but no, he looks at ME.

[tiesandtights-blog]

ditto with whenever anyone said anything dumb / whenever he said something funny / whenever he spoke at all / walked into a room I was in

[ccute-couples]

hottest couples (x)

[tiesandtights-blog]

physics teacher: You can't be attracted to something without it being attracted to you.

me: so you're attracted to me then

physics teacher: what

me: what

[tiesandtights-blog]

Congrats, you've got him. There's no need to parade him around in front of me, I know what I'm fucking missing.

[tiesandtights-blog]

It’s only now really starting to kick in that I’ve already seen him for the last time.

[tiesandtights-blog]

One day I'll fuck him

[tiesandtights-blog]

Dreams

Had the best sex dream about N last night; I went back into school for some unknown and unimportant reason, was led into a darkened classroom and felt up against a desk.

[heseatingmyheart]

( So, anon, as you can see up there, english isn’t my mother tongue but I will try my best to fulfill your wish. Not that I am usually doing imagines on request but apparently I do take requests which I didn’t know before either.  😂 ) “(Y/N)? Would you mind staying after class or do you have to catch the bus?”, (TC/N) asks you. It’s the last lesson on a Friday. “Naah, no problem, I don’t mind.”, you say with a shrug and try to get back on what you were working on but the thought of being alone with him after class is distracting you. You look up to give yourself a minute to calm down again and let your eye wander through the classroom. Everyone is working, more or less concentrated. As your gaze reaches (TC/N) you find him already looking at you. You give him a timid smile and lock your eyes on your paper, scribbling down something so that you at least look as if you were working. The bell rings welcoming the weekend, leading to your classmates packing their things as fast as possible. “(Y/N), please keep a pen unpacked.”, (TC/N) says as you start packing your things slowly. When the last student left the classroom, he comes to sit down next to you. “I thought we could discuss your last essay, (Y/N). As I already told you, I want you to do good because I know that you are really intelligent, so I want to help you to avoid some mistakes…”, you catch him getting more silent as if he was distracted. “Oh yes, no, I totally forgot about that. I’m so glad you’re still offering me your help. I really do appreciate that!”, you say sounding more excited than you probably should. You hope that he’ll brush it off as enthusiasm to do good in school… “Wait… what? Sorry, (Y/N), but… uhh…”, he says, his eyes locked to your chest. “You… uhh… let me fix this.”, his hand reaches out towards your cleavage. Then he pulls his hand back. “I mean… uhh… You have a litte… uhh.. malfunction.” You look down on yourself, just to realize that your top decided to slip way too down, exposing your lacey underwear you wear anytime you have (TC’s Class). Just in case that… You feel yourself blushing as you pull your top back up. “I am sorry, really, I… uhh…. I am so sorry!”, you stutter, repeating yourself all over again. “It’s okay, (Y/N). The school administration should start to think about some sort of dress code though.”, he says laughing nervously. “Let’s, uuh, let’s come back to your essay.”, he says, turning his head towards the table. It’s empty - except your pen seeming a little lost. “I didn’t even put out your essay, right?”, he notes, pressing his lips together to a small line. You shake your head, even though this question actually didn’t aquire an answer. As he gets up, you couldn’t believe your eyes. You blink twice to check if you really saw what you just had seen but the bulge in (TC/N)’s crotch doesn’t magically disappear and he is obviously having hard times trying to hide it by casually keeping his hand right in front of it. Too bad that you see him from different angles on his way - making it impossible for him to hide it the whole time. “Oh.”, you can’t suppress that sound of astonishment. (TC/N) blushes. You feel slightly sorry for him but moreover you feel flattered and aroused to a noxious level. “I, uhh… Forget about it. There is no way to excuse this…”, (TC/N) says as he sits back down next to you. He avoids looking at you. You smirk. “Well, Sir, maybe there is no way to excuse this but I know how to get rid off it…”

[finding-katherine]

Another role reversal

(I try and leave the teachers gender neutral, the student is only female for ease of writing. Happy enough to write to specific characteristics.. just message me?) 

I cursed at myself under my breath for the thousandth time that day for agreeing to supervise the annual end of year dance, knowing that she would be there, and that she probably had a boyfriend she would dance the night away with. Trying not to scowl, I entered the darkened hall where the the music was blaring and a few people were already beginning to mill in, dressed in their finery.  

I joined the group of teachers and was promptly handed a glass of champagne. The head of department smiled at me upon my arrival “You came! I’d forgotten that I’d asked you to supervise as well!” I smiled weakly and nodded, taking a long sip of champagne as i tried to subtly scan the room for her, my heart pounding. She wasn’t there yet.

 “Hello..? Dreamer? Would you like another drink?” I looked up realizing the question had been directed at me and that long sip had turned in to me downing it without realizing. The group had stopped their conversation and a few of them had wandered off to greet parents and students leaving me standing with the head of department and my assistant, both of them now staring at me. “oh uh yeah.. sorry, Thanks.” Having been handed another drink, I made my excuses to escape the conversation and wandered towards the back of the room, away from the rest of the staff. I knew they were suspicious of my sketchy behavior, but I just wanted to be alone. 

I took another quick glance around the room and was disappointed to find that she still wasn’t there. A wave of sadness hit me at the thought that perhaps she wasn’t coming. I downed the second of my drinks as I lent against the wall, needing its support as the realization that tonight would be the final time I would see her set in. 

A final wave of people entered the room and she had finally arrived.  It was one of those moments where you honestly feel as though your heart has stopped beating, and I suppose mine did temporarily. There she was, and she was breathtaking. Her floor length deep red gown sashayed elegantly as she walked towards me. Wait. Towards me. My heart remembered how to function and began to pound ten to the dozen, more than making up for those skipped beats.

For once, I didn’t bother to hide my smile as I met her eyes across the darkened room. 

For once, she didn’t hide hers either. 

[vilelittleone]

undress little girl, you wont be needing clothes anytime soon

[teleiophiliasblog-deactivated20]

Older men keep distracting me.

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