#(That’s my excuse as to why it looks interesting..)

[tradgedyinwaves]

his heaven on earth

I'm sorry I haven't been around much lately. Here's a random bit that implanted in my brain this morning.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader

tw: fatshaming behavior

something about Price's frumpy, round assistant, but the one who's really interested is Ghost.

Sure they all think you're gorgeous, but Ghost...Ghost has never seen someone so soft. From the roundness of your cheeks to the thick of your calves, he just wants to sink his fingers into the squishy parts of your body. And not even in a sexual way. (Well, not only in a sexual way.)

Everything about you screams peace and sanctuary and what he wouldn't give to press his face to the roundness of your tummy just to know what Heaven is like.

But despite his desires, the most you've ever received from him was a grunt when he turned in some reports for you to give to his captain. You had nodded up at him with wide eyes and the smallest smile, chirping out a 'thank you'.

When a military ball comes around and Price insists that you go, you immediately decline with the excuse that you don't have anything to wear. He tells you not to worry about it and that he'll take care of it. After fighting with him on it for twenty minutes, you conceded. Throwing up your arms as you headed back to your desk.

Did Price actually pay for the exquisite gown that now hung on the back of your door? Absolutely not. Ghost would rather set himself on fire before he let anyone else doing anything for you. Some people said he had a tendency to be possessive. He called it protective.

The military ball finally arrives and it requires a couple glasses of wine before you slide the gown on. It fits perfectly, tailored to your body shape and size and the color compliments your skin so nicely. The only information you'd provided to Price were your measurements (given only after you made him swear on his cigars that he wouldn't comment on the numbers - not that he would ever dare) and that you looked better in certain types of colors.

Your friend from base comes by to do your hair and makeup, keeping it light and fresh as you know you have a tendency to sweat in these situations.

And when you finally walk through the doors of the ballroom, Ghost is pretty sure his heart has never beat so hard. Not when he's laying in his sniper's nest about to pull the trigger on the head of a sex ring trafficker. Not when his team finally took out the leader of a terrorist group. Not even when he had a hook through his ribs.

You immediately fade into the background, grabbing a glass of champagne and standing against the wall. Price approaches you with that smile of his, the one that crinkles the corners of his eyes as he looks over you appreciatively.

"You look lovely, my dear. The dress fits you perfectly." You thank him as the apples of your cheeks turn pink before he tells you not to thank him - thank Ghost. That only darkens your blush as you duck your head when the captain leaves.

You don't go searching for Ghost to thank him and ask why he'd gotten you the dress because you're stopped by a gentleman you don't recognize. But you do recognize the smirk on his face and the sound of laughter coming from a group of his buddies.

As adults, one would think people would be mature enough not to poke fun at the big girl. But that didn't seem to be the case as the man struggled to ask you to dance through his laughter, eventually giving up and going back to his friends when he couldn't manage the sentence.

You wanted to leave after that, but that meant letting them win and you refused to give them that satisfaction.

So when Ghost finally found the courage to come and approach you, you thought it was another joke.

"Would you like to-" "Please, don't. Just...go away."

Ghost was not used to being interrupted and it showed in the way his black Balaklava twitched around his mouth.

"What's wrong, luv?" "Just...don't, Ghost. I'm not in the mood." "I just wanted to dance with you." "No, you didn't. You're just here to make fun of me like everyone else."

Ghost was stunned before it turned to anger. Who had hurt you like this?

"M'not. Just wanted to dance with you, promise."

You glanced up at him, meeting those dark orbs - the only part of Ghost you'd ever seen. They didn't crinkle at the corners like he was laughing at you and the way the fabric of his mask didn't move meant he wasn't holding back his laughter.

"You want to dance with me?" It was unbelievable to you that anyone would want to be seen with you, even if the dress you had on was gorgeous.

"O'course, yer stunning. Why wouldn't I?" Ghost had never been one to compliment women. His team got compliments all the time from him. "Well done, Gaz." "Good job, Johnny." "Nice shot, Cap." Those were easy.

With you, he was terrified he'd say the wrong thing and upset you. And that...he couldn't stand that. Watching those beautiful eyes of yours fill with tears because of him and his stupid mouth. It should be easy. Beautiful, gorgeous, ethereal, stunning. All words he felt described you and yet they didn't hold enough weight.

In the end, you agreed to dance with him. Just one, of course. But that went out the window as another bad joke of his pulled a giggle from you. He found he quite liked the tinkling sound of your laugh and the way your nose scrunched when he complimented you again.

And that night, he found out what it was like to watch his thick fingers dimple the roundness of your ass, to worship between your plush thighs as he deemed you a goddess. His grip left pretty bruises all over your body while his lips left his mark across your collarbone.

In the light of the morning, he leaned over your sleeping form as the suns rays gently shone on your face. There in that moment, you embodied peace and beauty, radiant even as drool slid from the corner of your parted lips.

His Heaven on Earth.

[osmanthuscest]

Notice how I gave you a Google Drive with a lot of books about how women are being traumatized and groomed into this kind of thinking but you seem not to care because the word radfem scares you. #Interesting

Because they are...? I am not allowed to? A victim still can do harmful things. In Twitter recently has been a case of a proshipper who shared CSEM in their discord server, am I not allowed to call these kind of people an edgelord? (And they were a paraphile, omg!!!! Shocking!!!!)

I care about them but I can point out when they are fucking wrong.

And no, I do not talk about them! I always refer at the adults, they are disgusting, not the minors.

LMAOOO I'm sorry for not defending men? I'm sorry to noticing that all conservative pedophiles always happen to be male lolicons? It is SO FUNNY how you read little to none what I said. "[...] because they HAVEN'T DECONSTRUCTED themselves" it means that they can change. Lolicon male thinking is linked to the idea of how males tend to see the perfect wife childlike "innocent, submissive, no hair, etc." It is common sense, how you dare yourself critical thinker if you cannot understand something SO obvious? Male are easier to blur the lines between fiction and reality thanks to porn. Which you haven't responded me if you are against it or not but your silence tells me enough. Since you hate reading so much, see this short example of my point. It's so simple to understand. Since you call yourself pro women as well... 🤣

Kink is definitely flawless and doesn't need to be critiqued, you are so right gosh!!!! 🥺🥺🥺

Since you care so much about males I bet that you also are pro All Lives Matter? Look how stupid you sound.

I am proshipper but I will critique harmful behaviors because excusing everything as fiction doesn't affect reality is nonse. Do you believe racist caricatures are okay because they are drawing, mhm? Do you believe drawing exclusively and only woman being abused as male is okay and doesn't need a deep analysis to it?

I am pro paraphilia but I am against the community. Everyone should seek for help and adults who engage in like the examples I said are a threat to children. Children who are paraphiles need help as well.

I am pro woman but I believe they can do harmful decisions as they are human beings. I do not babyfy them as you are doing saying that everything they do it's okay. You will never see me judging a woman or being harsh towards her if she is into these stuff. I believe asking to be critical asking about kink doesn't mean hating who practices it but to understand why these behaviors come from since kinks come from trauma or other reasons. I'll never judge the woman for having a kink. I am aware they have rape fantasies, which I also used to have, but instead to let a men use that in their favor, why not explore the WHY?

Are you sure you are a critical thinker? Don't make me laugh.

I hate these posts.

either you are AGAINST the idea of thought-crimes, or you're not. just bc someone's a paraphile does NOT make them any kind of offender. being proship, you almost HAVE to be pro-(anti contact) para, because part of being proship is recognizing that your imagination also can't hurt anyone.

ignoring all that, though, the other glaring issue is that these are the exact arguments antis make towards us. calling people predators with no proof, saying paras should "keep it private", that paras are trying to "groom" people into believing their paraphilias are good. replace "paras" with "proshippers" and you've got the same dumb arguments WE'VE BEEN HAVING FOR YEARS.

EVEN FURTHER THAN THAT, what happened to using the block button? why do y'all forget all about that as soon as it's a paraphile, or at minimum, someone you DEEM to be a paraphile. y'all are no better than the people you are against.

[devildomwriter]

The Spirit of Giving | Mephistopheles x Reader

1K+ words | GN! Reader | CW: None

“Thank you so much for coming with me, Mephistopheles!”

“Why, of course.”

Christmas songs echoed over the speakers of the supermarket as you pushed an empty basket toward the toy aisle.

Mephistopheles accompanied you, making the excuse it was to investigate the human world during the holiday season but you could see a faint blush every time you smiled at him.

In the spirit of the holidays, you decided to help with the toy drive for the local impoverished kids. Mephistopheles, being as rich as he was, did not understand the concept that five-dollar toys could not be bought. This made his journey to buy toys with you that much more interesting.

He observed dolls of stylish monsters, miniature versions of food, plastic garbage trucks, and mystery stuffed animals with horns and large eyes. He was entertained, to say the least. Humans had such a wide variety of interests. He looked at the tiny tricycles and chuckled imagining a small child playing with it so he quickly picked it up and put it into the cart.

“Uh, how much is that?”

“It’s only forty.”

“I have a two hundred dollar budget, maybe let’s try quantity instead of quality. That way more kids can get things.”

“Two hundred?” Mephistopheles was baffled. To him this wasn’t even a budget it was less than pennies. “That’s far too little, make it a million, that’s more reasonable.”

“Are you out of your mind!? I don’t have anywhere near that much!”

“But I do, I’ll take over from here, push the basket and I’ll put things in it. Does this place have shopping assistants?”

“This is a Walmart…”

“That doesn’t answer my question?”

“It definitely doesn’t have any.”

“Hmph. I’ll call by butler from the limo, he can help us. I’ll summon a few more while I’m at it.”

Although you felt small pangs of jealousy that this money was nothing to him you were more overwhelmed with the joy of how excited the kids in shelters were going to be.

You quickly took his hand as soon as he hung up the phone and grinned.

“Let’s get shopping!”

He was flustered for a moment but quickly composed himself and matched your smile. “Right! Tell me what they like?”

“Okay! Let’s start with the little ones!”

Mephistopheles was confused by the idea of a giraffe specifically meant for children to chew. Weren’t they born with fangs? How else can they defend themselves?

And why are all their toys so soft? Will wood and plastic break them? He couldn’t believe any of them made it to adulthood.

“Okay, these ones are for kids around eight to ten,” you explained walking down the aisle. “This side is girl-coded and this one boy-coded.”

He took a moment to look around. “There certainly are a lot of dinosaurs and fake bugs. What is this… a robotic cockroach…” he grimaced.

You laughed at his expression and nodded, “I don’t know what to tell you. I can say for certain though I was a dinosaur kid, hand me one of the moving t-Rexes.”

“This one?” He asked as he handed you a triceratops.

“Nope, but we can get that too.”

He smiled and nodded approvingly as the third basket was filled and passed off to one of the butlers he summoned.

“And these dolls that look like monsters…these are for little girls?”

“Yes. Monster High, it’s a childhood staple.”

“I see. What’s next on the list…arts and crafts?”

“My favorite!” You exclaimed loudly which caught him by surprise but he followed your brisk pace down to the next aisle.

At one point you noticed several employees watching you warily, as well as security standing near the butlers waiting with their full baskets. You decided to ignore it in favor of shopping as eventually they’d see you weren’t trying to steal anything.

“Aren’t guns…an issue? Why are there so many mock guns for kids to play with?”

“It’s a nerf gun, don’t question it.”

“And this…thing…”

“I honestly don’t even know, kids are weird.”

“That they are…”

When it was time to check out the sun had set and the employees were very relieved they did not have an organized theft on their hands, as this was normal for Walmart.

As you sat in the limo you made sure to choose the middle seat right next to Mephistopheles.

“Oh?” He questioned, legitimately taken aback but he decided not to question it as you held his arm with both hands and rested your head against his shoulder.

He stiffened up and turned a deep shade of pink. “A-are you tired?” He stammered out.

“No. Just very happy.” You said as you smiled up at him and he turned a shade of red.

“Is that so? Well…I’m glad I could make you happy.” He hesitated to ask but was too curious not to. “And what have I done to please you so much?”

You were astonished he hadn’t put it together. “You bought toys for the little kids in need.”

“That made you happy? Even though they aren’t for you?”

You tilted your head curiously. “Then why did you help? Didn’t it make you happy, knowing a little boy can ride a bike now that his parents can’t afford it, if he even has any parents? Doesn’t it make you smile thinking about a little girl brushing her Barbie’s hair and showing her off at school? What about the kids who can race each other with remote-controlled cars or ride around in expensive fake cars? You don’t feel happy that thanks to you all of that is possible? That all these children are happy?”

Mephistopheles was silent but thought deeply for a moment. This wasn’t in line with how he was raised both as an aristocratic noble and as a demon. Happiness just from giving? And giving to someone with no recognition and no ties to you at all? He thought some more and realized that yes, he was happy. He felt he had a responsibility now to these kids to give them a good holiday even if he was against said holiday.

He smiled at you in confirmation and you snuggled deeper into his side. Pleased with how the short trip to the human world had gone, he let his guard down and rested his head atop yours. For the first time, the moral of Christmas had gotten through to him, and it was thanks to the adorable human attached to his side.

[hannieehaee]

Watching the new ATLA show I had the thought that Joshua would be an earthbender (with those giant hands of his) and now I have a new fantasy of getting railed by earthbender!joshua 😔🤚🏽

18+ / mdi

content: earthbender!joshua, implied e2l, reader is supposed to be zuko's sister for some reason but it doesnt really make much difference to the blurb, afab reader, smut, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 1006

a/n: so sorry for how long ive left this unanswered 😭😭 and thank you so much to the anons who gave me context about avatar since ive never watched it<3

masterlist

"oh, it's you again."

"don't act like you're not here to see me," the man chuckled condescendingly at you, carrying a smile far too charming for you to roll your eyes at.

"what can i get for you today?", he asked after moments of enjoying your annoyance at him.

"the usual," you responded without much thought.

uselessly writing it down, he looked up at you afterwards with a wink, chuckling again when you groaned at the action.

"not sure why my uncle hired you when you're so damn annoying," you muttered.

"what you call annoying others would say is charming", he corrected with far too much confidence.

unfortunately, it was true. ever since your uncle had hired him, business had been booming for the tea shop he'd just recently opened.

it was infuriating. everyone loved joshua, regardless of how big of an ego he had.

yet here you were. surely you weren't just here for some coffee, but you couldn't admit that to anyone (or even yourself) just yet. and so you sat there scowling at the object of your fury.

"what, not gonna say anything else? just gonna check me out the whole time?", he put away the pen and small notebook book he'd been holding, instead choosing to lean on the table you'd been sitting at, "fine. do you want something off the menu then?," he smirked at you, eyes dark with something unreadable.

you bit your lip. whether in annoyance or interest, you weren't sure.

but he reciprocated. somewhat.

straightening himself back up, he walked a few obvious steps to the restroom nearby, halting his movements when he came face to face with it and turning back to look at you. leaning against the wall, he eyed you with the smirk still present on his lips. he nodded towards you and then towards the door of the bathroom, giving you one last suggestive look before crossing the threshold into the restroom.

that's when you fucked up.

~

"god, you're so predictable," joshua mumbled between heavy kisses.

you didn't even bother to mutter back an answer, knowing he had the upper hand. he always did.

this was unexpected even for you. the original plan had been to come into his workplace to annoy him, yet here you were, tongue deep in his throat while he managed to earthbend the ground beneath you in order to ensure the two of you total privacy. it was at least nice to know he'd go through extra effort to get you alone.

"nothing to say? want me to keep you here all for me, huh?"

"shut up. just fuck me," you huffed, hands reaching down to his pants.

"oh? desperate? take me out then, baby," he challenged.

his head fell to your shoulder when you began jerking him off through his pants, pulling him out quickly after and swallowing a moan at the sight.

of course he was well endowed everywhere.

"shit, let me just-" and then your skirt was lifted, panties sticking to you due to the wetness he'd caused with mere kisses and some harsh fondling of your body.

his strong arms were for more than just show, apparently, as he used them to turn you around and make you face the wall. your hands went out instinctively to hold yourself against as your back arched to give him better access.

forced to let go of his dick as he flipped you around, he held onto it instead, using the tip to run through your folds through your tiny excuse for panties.

"shua, what if someone-"

"no one's gonna see or hear us, baby. don't worry. i turned the entrance into quicksand. no one can come in," he said too casually for your liking. his head was too preoccupied on his other head.

"joshua!"

"shh. 'm gonna fuck you now, okay? be good 'n let me just ... fuck, yeah, just like that ..."

a whine left your lips as soon as he entered you, but that was the last sound you were able to let out before one of his large hands went to cover your mouth. it was demeaning, yet it made you clamp down on him.

"god, can't even pretend you don't like this. you take it so good," he groaned, "isn't it good, baby? tell me how good it feels."

you attempted to cry and whine against the palm of his hand, all while he chuckled at your weak attempts, relentless in fucking into you.

"can't make a sound, huh? bet zuko would lose his mind knowing what i'm doing to his baby sister," he mocked you.

his efforts increased then. hips met your ass, making far too much noise for what was supposed to be a public restroom. you feared more patrons would enter the establishment, that someone may hear what you were doing with your supposed nemesis, yet you never made a move to stop him.

you continued to receive pleasure from him with no complaint, allowing him to do with you as he pleased. treated like a lifeless doll, he fucked into you until you were sure you'd bruise, legs unable to stand on their own. it was more pleasure than you'd ever felt, and you hated him for it.

but the biggest pleasure came when joshua's orgasm took over him, pulling you right down with him. his hips stuttered and his breath hitched, low groans replaced by high pitched breaths into your neck.

with one last whine (unknown if it was yours or his), he pulled out, leaving you limp against the wall as he gathered whatever was nearby in order to get you presentable again.

when you finally pushed yourself off the wall to face him, you were met with a face of satisfaction so annoying it had you wanting to burn the place down. it somehow doubled in satisfaction when you attempted to take your first step towards the door, stumbling in the process.

"what, need me to call your brother to come get you?", he laughed.

"i'll kill you, hong."

[kumasakka]

Hi do you write about manager kim?

And if you do can you make one about mr kim.

And if you did please dont do it smut.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! ❞

⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. your daughter set you up with your ex-husband even though you ended in bad terms — well you ended in bad terms, he had his reasons .

⋆.˚ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. manager kim x reader .

⋆.˚ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. ~1.3k .

⋆.˚ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. fluff. f!reader. INSPIRED BY DETECTIVE CONAN. self - made au kinda ! [reader is not replacing the actual mother, they got married after manager kim's past] . spoiler - free. safe for minors! crappy writing. manager kim's name never got mentioned. manager kim may seem ooc .

　“PLEASE!”

Minji plead, ready to get down onto her knees what she swore to never do infront of someone. But it's you we're talking about. And you're undoubtedly the mother Minji never had, who was once happily married with her father. But due to unknown reasons, you two divorced — he divorced you for whatever reason without letting you know the reason. You're still angry, up to this day.

"Get up, Minji. We're done discussing about this topic." you began pinching her ear with one hand, letting her yelp in pain.

"But mom! Dad is hopeless. You're hopeless too. You two aren't even interested in dating, only staring at your rings." she complained, finally standing up, "why are you even wearing those rings?!"

"You're still a child. You wouldn't understand." you huffed, avoiding her question as you eventually let go of her ear. "Now, if you're so free, you can help me with dinner."

She only groaned in annoyance before trailing after you to the kitchen, not letting out another sound after this — well that was until a light bulb lit up over her head. "How about going to a blind date. I will set you up with someone who is also divorced." she suggested and cut the onions like how you instructed her to. "Maybe you'll get over dad and stop wearing that ring which reminds you of him."

"Cut the onions smaller." you demanded while thinking about her offer, "...only if you promise you don't set me up with your father."

"Yes, yes! Promise! Thanks mom— ow!" and with that, she accidentally cut her own flesh.

Broken promise though.

Quietly, you sat in a somewhat loud yet cozy coffee shop while the man infront of you stared at his cup, not daring to break the silence. And you weren't on the better end, blankly watching how your fingers fidgeted around the ring, inwardly deciding to still keep it on. The child of the devil — literally the child of the devil smiled and wished you two good luck.

"I'll take my leave if you don't mind!" Minji stood up and quickly left the awkward scene.

The silence, covered mostly by the tuned out chattering from other tables, was never more uncomfortable for you than right now. You felt like a highschool girl, sitting infront of her ex boyfriend while wondering why he broke up without giving her any reasons. So you just stood up, not noticing how he was about to open his mouth to say something, anything to break the silence.

"If you could excuse me for a moment." you went to the toilette without sparing him a second glance.

"Of course..." he muttered, his eyes glanced over something.

As you reached your destination, you couldn't help but stare at your reflection in the mirror. "I'll never forgive Minji for this." you sighed out and closed your eyes. "I talk like a highschool kid." you wanted to slip off the ring to wash your hands but then you noticed that you weren't wearing it anymore. You look around frantically, searching for the small ring as you had a little breakdown because you did not find it.

Maybe, maybe it slipped when you stood up or when you were still sitting at the table. Somehow you were desperate. Even though the ring only reminded you of your divorce with him. So why are you still clinging to this damned ring that brought back unpleasant memories? Right. "I should just forget about it and go back." you ran your hand over your face as you just left the toilette again.

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

Your house was a mess. Blankets and pillows all over the floor, every openable cabinet is open and your clothes were flying across the room. "I thought that I maybe lost it at home." you groaned and hit your head against your wardrobe. As you were lost in thoughts as you didn't hear the sound of ringing and knocking against your door. "Oh!" you swiftly stood up and walked to the door.

"Did I order something?" you muttered under your breath and opened the door slowly.

"No! I'm giving you the flowers without any instructions..." he denied right away. "I came here without Minji."

But as soon as it got opened, the faster it got closed before you ran to the toilette, looking into the mirror to fix your messy appearance and then running back to the door. "What do you want?" you asked, opening the same door you just slammed close infront of him. "Did Minji send you here to give me some flowers?" your eyes wandered down to the bouquet of flowers he was holding and then up to his bruised cheek.

"What do you want then?" you crossed your arms, considering whether you should put trust into his words and accept the flowers or just decline them straight away.

"I-I'm here to give you this." he stuffed his hand into his pocket and got out a small ring, giving it to it's rightful owner.

"Huh?" your arms dropped, your eyes softened. "H-How did you notice that I'm still... Where did you find it?"

"In the coffee shop." he answered as he pushed the bouquet forward so you would finally accept them. And you did, to his luck. "You used your other hand more often even though you're right/left-handed, you also played more with your hands than usual and you also tried to hide your right/left hand..."

After this, you couldn't help it. Your eyes widened slightly as the blood rushed to your cheeks. Was it because of embarrassment or rather flattery? "Thanks..." you mumbled your gratitude and held those flowers close to you with one hand, the other was ready to take the ring back. Just for him to gently grab your hand and slowly slip it back to your ring finger for you to watch

"Of course, no need to thank me." he said as if it didn't affect him at all. As if his heart wasn't about to leap out of his chest. He feels normal. Something that he would never call himself. Not with his past and line of work. "Do you have time this weekend?"

"Great. I'll pick you up at six pm." he lets your hand go before bowing slightly like he was a stranger but infact, he was never a stranger to you. Not even after divorcing you. "Good night."

"I do." the reply came without wasting a second and it made him smile.

"Thanks. Good night to you too..." you wished him, watching him take his leave as you stood at the entrance of your home with a bouquet of flowers and a glowing ring.

Maybe it didn't only bring back bad memories. Maybe you also thought back when you were the happiest with the brightest grin on your lips. Yes. Because of him, you were at the peak of happiness. The subtle actions and the gentle phrase of words of his. It made you happy and smile that shone brighter than the stars and sun itself.

"—so that's why you came back home with a big bruise on your cheek?" Minji asked and her eyes drifted to her father's face. "Because you entered the women's bathroom to search for her ring and someone caught you?"

bonus !

"You make it sound like I'm a pervert..." he sweatdropped. "..."

"...dad, why did you divorce mom?" she asked which followed the silence.

"Erm... Because they began to target her after they found out [name] is my wife." a bullet of cold sweat glided down his forehead.

"WHAT?!" Minji's voice was loud, booming through the car while she was sitting on the passenger seat. "YOU DIDN'T TELL HER?"

"Shhh..! Don't scream..."

© 2024 kumasakka — do not plagiarize , copy , modify , translate our work !

a/n's note — btw anon, thanks for the request I had a lot of fun !! AND IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW, WE DON'T WRITE SMUT SO NO NEED TO WORRY <3

[doodler16]

I know expecting media literacy from people like you is useless, but just some comments on the "Angel / sexual harrassment" post.

1- you know that not *every* position/opinion that a character says should be taken 100% as truth, but analyzed and understood, right? Yeah, I guess you don't know, but let me just explain: Vaggie said Angel was "sexually harrassing" the staff, ah yes, well, wait, what staff? There was no fucking staff at the Hotel. Angel is a hypersexual survivor, and also a sex worker that needs to find clients. Vaggie was raised in a puritist cult, so obviously she still has internalized puritanism that she needs to work on. She interpretated Angel's coping mechanism and sexuality as harrassment, even though it is very questionable if it was or not.

2- Husk was annoyed at Angel. Not afraid, not victimized, not ashamed. He was annoyed. He pushed Angel back, called him out on his bullshit, and guess what? Angel stopped his behaviour. Because he is a well meaning person, also worthy of love and forgiveness. Wowwww, explaining the OBVIOUS for an anti! Yay!

3- the person that originally made the post defending Angel, *WAS VICTIM OF ACTUAL SEXUAL HARRASSMENT FROM REAL LIFE PREDATORS* (aka NOTHING LIKE ANGEL). But oh my god, my bad, I forgot that antis don't give a single FUCK about real life victims, they just care about the poor Ex Overlord who was *not*, in any circunstamce, victimized by Angel (who is, in fact, a victim of multiple abuse and harrassment), and is in fact the person that needs to change since Angel already improved, but Husk is still judgemental and even hypocritical. (Which doesnt meah he hasnt changed or that he isnt worthy of love/forgiveness, it's the opposite actually).

I will, again, pretend that you only make ass takes because of your lack of media literacy and empathy towards real life survivors that love the show, rather than other worse reasons.

1. Yeah, you are totally correct. There are times when a character is an unreliable narrator or speaker but in this case Vaggie is 100% correct regarding the sexual harassment comment. Actually, there is staff at the hotel. Even the Hazbin hotel pilot addresses it. Alastor asked Charlie where is her staff which only had Vaggie, prompting Alastor to summon Husk and Niffty. Husk serving the drinks aka bartending while Niffty cleans the hotel. Alastor also chimes in to help Charlie as well, becoming part of the staff too.

So when Vaggie calls out Angel Dust for sexual harassing the staff, she refers to Husk/Alastor but mainly Husk. Vaggie also tells Angel Dust to stop bothering Husk and let him do his job. Angel Dust can easily find clients outside of the hotel. What’s your point regarding Angel Dust being hypersexual, we all know that but that doesn’t excuse his actions and what did to Husk.

2. Husk wasn’t just annoyed, he was uncomfortable too like any normal person would be. Throughout the 4 episodes Angel Dust consistently would invade Husk’s space, touching him without his permission like his face and wings, making obnoxious sex jokes around him, saying and implying crude gestures and behaviors like how Angel Dust can make those wings of his flap or how the two can look together under the covers or under his bed.

Yes, I already know that Angel Dust stopped after Husk and him have a heart to heart movement, immediately becoming open and chill to the others. Good for him I guess. That’s why in my post I said the first 4 episodes. Aww, thanks Anon for condescendingly explaining this to me like I am a 2 year old! I really appreciate.

3. Yes, I know that user was defending Angel Dust, that is part of the reason I found the post interesting, along with them labeling Angel Dust’s actions as “aggressive flirting.” While, I am on the topic of aggressive flirting, I do wonder when does aggressively flirting cross the line? When does it stop being aggressively flirting? Would people still see it as “aggressively flirting” if Husk was a woman and Angel Dust was a straight male? Would anyone see this as “aggressively flirting” if the roles switched being Angel dust on the receiving end, while Valentino does the same actions as Angel Dust in the prime series.

The comment you made about antis not caring about irl victims is so gross as this the same show that picks and chooses which character we should feel bad for sexual harassment or rape, while the character gets treated as a joke getting put through similar treatment as character A. And there tons of people in the Hazbin anti/critical community who call out Husk for being hypocritical in episode 6 and still call him till this day.

[autonomousroboticorganism]

Stuck Together (TF Prime Knock Out)

pairing - Knock Out x F!Reader

summary - just a few short scenarios between you and the mad doctor if the Autobots got stuck on the Nemesis with the Decepticons

warnings - none

a/n - just some thoughts i had, not enough works for this bot, who happens to be my favourite after Bumblebee

The situation between Autobots and Decepticons had never been more awkward or uncomfortable. Stuck in the same location, forced to get along to avoid complete destruction of the Decepticon ship. Tensions were at an all-time high with both sides being in such close proximity but unable to do anything.

You couldn't bring yourself to care much, not when you were occupying the same space as a certain Decepticon doctor.

"Again, Starscream? What is it this time?" The mad doctor spoke without looking up or turning around, too engrossed in buffing his own arm to notice it was actually you.

"I always wondered if his footsteps sounded the same as a femme's, with those heels he calls peds," you mused.

This made Knock Out turn, "Oh, it's you." He sounded rather excited, his disinterest from just now being replaced. "Don't tell me you got into another fight."

"Okay, I won't," you shrugged and sat on his operating table.

The red mech sighed, "May I ask why is it that you came to me? Your medic is also on board."

"Ratchet doesn't like to be bothered while he's working," you told him. "And he's already on edge just being here. But I suppose you wouldn't want to attend to an Autobot, right? I'll just leave."

"No, wait!" He quickly stopped you, "I mean, usually no. But I can make an exception for you."

"Oh?" You raised an eyebrow. "That's flattering."

"So what was it this time?" He asked you as he tended to your very small (he noticed) dent.

You groaned, "I swear, your fellow cons act like they've never seen a femme before. I know you guys have only Airachnid, but that's no excuse to try and get touchy with me."

"I see."

The doctor hid it well, but he was burning with both anger and jealousy. How dare the vehicons attempt to put their servos on you in any way, even if you were an Autobot?

"It wouldn't be such a problem if it was you, however."

The Deception froze at those words, then looked at you, "You want me to harass you?"

"Don't say it like that!" Your faceplates burned. "I just meant...I wouldn't mind if you were the one taking an interest in me." You looked away. "I should go."

"Do I get to say what I think about that?" He drawled, his usual smirk plastered to his face.

"Uh-"

He suddenly came in very close, his face mere inches from yours. His blood-red optics flickered from your bright blue ones to your lips, and the desire in them was unmistakeable.

"I think you underestimate just how interested I am in you."

And then he was kissing you.

Because Cybertronians don't need to breathe, this continued for a while. You ended up kissing for what felt like hours, until someone else walked into the cons' medbay needing assistance.

"Knock Out, I-"

You both jumped apart, turning to see an astonished Starscream standing there staring at you with wide optics.

Before any of you could say anything, you tripped Knock Out, shoved Starscream aside and ran off. That seemed like the most logical thing to do at the time, to eliminate suspicion.

"What was that?"

"What is it you want now, Starscream?" The doctor asked, returning to being disinterested.

"Did you just-"

"I'm quite busy you know, get on with it."

"I-"

And the red Decepticon continued to gaslight the second-in-command into believing that nothing had happened.

-

"What is this?"

Knock Out looked up as you examined one of his tools, a small smirk forming on his lips as he watched you. Though he would never admit it out loud, he found your intrigue...adorable.

"That would be an isoprobe."

"I...don't know what that is," you laughed and set it back down, with surprising gentleness. "I assume it's important."

"Mhm," his optics continued to watch as you navigated his lab, pride swelling in his chassis as he observed your fascination with everything in it.

He initially thought he could overcome his little crush on you. Never had he been so wrong, because despite being an Autobot he was starting to feel like you were the other half of his spark. His sparkmate.

You noticed his gaze, and quickly stopped touching things, "I'm sorry, just curious. Ratchet doesn't allow us near any of his things."

"No, by all means continue," the mad doctor encouraged you, "I quite like seeing an inquisitive mind wandering around my lab. Especially one so pretty. Makes working here easier."

Your faceplates burned, "Oh...Well in that case..." You walked over to him, "Mind telling me what you're doing, doctor?"

He shivered. Having you this close to him with you calling him that was really not helping his attraction to you. It was, in fact, inspiring him to think other, less appropriate thoughts, as well as imagine you pressed against him, holding him as he worked.

"I...seem to have forgotten."

You laughed a little bit, "May I suggest something else then?"

He nodded, and you closed the distance. Once again, you were kissing the Decepticon medic, hands on his shoulders while his found your waist.

You were starting to like this forced closeness.

-

"Why, you-!"

"What's going on here?"

You walked into the Decepticon med bay slash lab to see Knock Out and Smokescreen right up in each other's faces, each yelling insults or mocking the other.

"How dare you?!"

They did, however, stop and turn their helms when you walked into the room, Knock Out's optics going wide.

Then, like sparklings, they pointed at each other.

"He started it!"

You groaned and face-palmed, "I don't care who started it, just stop it. We don't need any unnecessary fights you two. Now step away from each other."

To your satisfaction, they obeyed.

"Smokescreen, I think Optimus wanted to speak to you anyway," you told the Autobot mech, who was gone in a flash after that.

"He scratched my paint!" Knock Out protested.

"I don't want to hear it," you sighed and grabbed his buffer, moving over to helo him with his grievance. This wasn't anything new with him, so you got used to doing it for him in the short time that you had been here. "What did you say to him?"

"I didn't say anything," the con medic lied.

You rolled your optics, "Knock Out."

"Fine! I told him his vehicular form is uglier than mine."

"...Mechs," you sighed.

Knock Out calmed down a little after that, watching you tend to his scratch. He had no idea, but the adoration held in them was so obvious it made you flustered.

"Stop staring at me with those creepy optics."

"Hey! You said they were pretty!"

"You're right. They ARE pretty. Your face is the problem."

He knew you were teasing him, and he quite liked the fact that you were making an effort to make him smile or laugh. No one else had ever done that for him, much less be nice to him. He didn't ever receive a thank you or a compliment, but while you'd been here you'd given him all of that and more.

"You like my face, admit it."

"I do, I really do."

-

"(Name)? What are you doing still awake?"

Knock Out couldn't keep the concern out of his voice, his optics scanning your clearly exhausted form. It looked like you hadn't powered down in days.

"I couldn't sleep," you admitted. "Too jumpy."

"Even with Optimus Prime by your side?" He asked, surprised.

"Yeah. They put us in another room to power down. Still, I can't help but worry about them. I have to stay awake."

Knock Out frowned deeply. It troubled you to be on this ship so much that you couldn't even power down peacefully? Megatron himself had ensured no conflict, due to the threat of the Nemesis being destroyed, but you still worried.

"Why don't you power down with me, then?" He suggested. "I was just about to finish for the night. And your friends will be okay."

"Are you sure?" You mumbled, tired beyond measure. "I don't want to bother you."

"Come here, sweetspark," he cooed, pulling you against him. "I've told you before, you're never a bother to me. So stop worrying and power down with me."

"Okay," you smiled tiredly. "I love you."

The Decepticon medic froze in his movements, his arms around you tightening. He couldn't believe the words that had left your mouth, and tried to convince himself you were too tired to know what you were saying. It wasn't real. You didn't mean it.

"Knock Out?* You frowned. "You don't feel the same way?"

"N-no! I mean yes!" He panicked. "Yes I do, sweetspark. I always have. But you're exhausted, let's get you some rest and we can talk in the morning okay?"

"Okay."

The two of you lay down on his berth and you cuddled up to him, burying your face in his neck cables. You powered down before he did, finally at ease and comfortable in his arms, while he stayed awake to ponder your words.

Did you really mean it?

[mischiefmaker615]

Innocent Mischief

Summary: Innocent Bets can lead to interesting surprises..

Requester: @michellewgrt

Rating: PG 14

‘’WHERE THE HELL IS IT??”

Tony’s voice could be heard echoing off the walls of the tower, a signal that told you to quickly duck back into the kitchen and slow your steps to make it seem casual.

‘’I told you I could do it.’’ You said playfully with the same smug look Loki had given you after completing his own bet.

He regardless gave you slow clapping with a hidden look that you knew meant you had impressed him while you pulled up a chair alongside him at the island counter. ‘’yes, yes mortal you have indeed stayed true to your word by showing you have been able to keep the Iron Idiot sober for more than an hour. Yet I might have to count hiding to booze as cheating.’’

You scoffed at him and waved a hand, leaning on your elbows as your eyes glanced to the open door like Tony would storm in here right now by hearing that. ‘’please, you cheat practically all the time. If you wanted rules, you should have brought them up weeks ago when we began this.. little thing.’’

For the past few weeks, Loki and you seemed to have amused yourselves by placing bets on who could do what around the tower. Call it.. innocent mischief while you helped him pass the time on house arrest. So far the pranks have been hidden enough where not many would figure it had been you two causing the trouble, and you didn’t exactly plan on sharing a cell with him if you both got found out.

Not that you really minded if you actually was honest with yourself.. your eyes often lingered on him whenever he was around, having countless conversations in your head on just how attractive you found him.. and fun. This had to be the most fun you’ve had in.. forever, and dare you say he seemed to favor your presence too..

‘’okay it’s my turn,’’ you spoke up, gaining his attention to glance at you while he closed his book he had been reading until your return from Stark’s mayhem. ‘’I bet you can’t go a day without calling me mortal.’’

Loki raised a brow and turned more of his body towards you, his knee brushing up against yours but you didn’t dare look down to draw attention to it. He often would tease you on certain things and you willed yourself to hold back a brush while his eyes surveyed yours.

‘’that would be to easy.’’

‘’you literally just called me it five seconds ago,’’ you pointed out- a little dramatic but you bit your bottom lip with the slight nerves that moved in your stomach. ‘’-you know my name right?” you half teased.

Loki gave you an unamused look as if you had just called him stupid but couldn’t help but chuckle ‘’yes Y/N I know your name, the mere… mortal name is simply a habit.’’

‘’habit?” you raised a brow, trying to distract yourself from the warm feeling you got by the sound of your name leaving his lips.

He gave you a smirk and straightened in his chair teasingly. ‘’I used to be a royal, and the customs normally didn’t have us address anyone.. below us- so to speak, by name. because you Midgardians aren’t necessarily peasants because you are not of our kingdom, we address by the simple terms of what you actually are.’’

‘’but.. you know my name- doesn’t terms change when a friendship is formed?” now you let your blush show in which you quickly opted to turn forward again and lean to look more out the door in front of you- a mere excuse to look busy while you felt his eyes on you.

‘’you think us friends?” he teased, a tactic normally used to avoid particular questions while you pulled your gaze away to look at the marble counter. by your silence and your nervous habit of biting your bottom lip he often enjoyed noticing, he decided to ease up.

‘’alright darling, I bet you to not go into work tomorrow.’’

‘’what?-‘’ your eyes immediately moved back to his, knowing fully well it wasn’t that easy when you went in yesterday perfectly fine. ‘’why-‘’

‘’I’d very much like to continue our little game we have going.’’ He smirked while your mind was half distracted on already trying to figure this whole thing out.

‘’we’re been playing for weeks-‘’

‘’and you know that this is the bet I am choosing for you. Unless of course.. you wish to forfeit and give me the win?” he smirked, his chin already resting in his palm while his eyes watch you get up to start nervously pacing while you pulled out your cellphone.

‘’easy for you to say, you don’t necessarily pay bills around here.’’ You mumbled, getting to your supervisor’s cell number.

‘’neither do you Y/N.’’ he pointed out, not obviously using your name on purpose as if to thoroughly show you he was using it.

You gave him an annoyed glance while you held the phone to your ear. ‘’yes, but I have expensive taste-‘’ you explained before your whole voice changed to something heavy and groggy, your body resting on your forearms against the marble while Loki watched from across it.

‘’hello? Yes, I’m so sorry but I was just calling to let you know that I think I ate something bad and it doesn’t look like it’s getting better..’’ you said in the more tired, weakest voice you could muster while your eyes flicked over to Loki, expecting to see his impressed look that you were actually doing it.

However, you only saw his eyes actually lowered and you squinted, trying to guess what he was looking at while your supervisor went on with the usual speech about how you guys needed to be thinking ahead and how you’re lowed staffed, blah blah blah. Yet you finally realized what Loki was looking at and quickly stood back up from your leaning position, placing your free hand over your chest to cover what your shirt did not. Your eyes shot at him while his rose up to look at yours, a non-regretful smirk tugging at his lips while he laced his fingers together and leaned his chin in the middle innocently.

‘’yes- yes.. I’ll let you know as soon as possible tonight if I can’t make it tomorrow, thank you- bye.’’ You said quickly, not sure if they bought your fake voice because how you got distracted in which you set down your phone and placed your hands on your hips. ‘’pervert!”

‘’my sexual behavior is not abnormal nor surprising. You merely presented; I followed my instincts.’’ He said simple while you elected to sit down where you were across from him instead with a scoff.

‘’well if it adds on to your good mood,’’ you said sarcastically and felt the remnants of butterflies in your stomach with that fact that Loki had actually tried looking at you. ‘’I did it.’’

‘’did what?”

‘’the bet.”

‘’no, you did not.’’

‘’what-‘’

‘’you simply told your boss you will let them know if you will be calling off or not, it hasn’t been confirmed yet. Thus, it is only fair if I get another turn.’’ He smirked and your eyes widened.

‘’that’s not- you cheated-‘’

‘’I have not cheated darling, it’s merely strategy by.. as you call them, loopholes.’’

‘’yeah, to get out of something, not to gain something-‘’

‘’we should have went over rules weeks ago, as you’ve said.’’ He smirked and you merely mumbled incoherent words that may have been mildly rude while you crossed your arms stubbornly.

‘’now then Y/N,’’ he smirked at the use of your name, loving the mere sound of it on his tongue while you glanced at him with annoyance at his over exaggerated use of it. ‘’I bet for you,’’ he paused, standing up from his chair, which brought you to your full attention with a dropped expression. ‘’to admit how you truly feel about me.’’

Your eyes widened, finally feeling the redness come to your cheeks while your arms tightened in their cross hold. ‘’..what?”

‘’I bet for you to tell me how you truly feel about me.’’ He said, a bit more serious this time with his expression just as blank as yours.

With each step you saw him take around the counter, the more your body craved to squirm in your seat and you fought to keep your eyes on his because gods knew if you broke eye contact for a second, he knew your answer without you even having to speak.

‘’..since when did the bets involve just the both of us-‘’

‘’they’ve always been about the both of us darling, and I’ve loved every single moment of it.’’ He seemed to purr, a hand gliding against the table while it followed him closer to you. ‘’there is not many out there that crave and enjoy the amusement of mischief, Y/N, and over time I have found myself craving the presence of you..’’ his voice got lower, the use of your name this time gently and almost seductive while your hands moved to grip under your thighs to the edge of your seat, almost as if you wouldn’t fall off the closer he got.

Finally, he stood in front of you, his face patient and gentle while his fingertips slowly tapped one by one against the counter. your thighs pressed together while your body tensed, cheeks red and your teeth capturing your bottom lip. He loved all of it, seeing all of it, causing all of it, and you knew that you couldn’t deny the inevitable even if he literally just answered for you.

Giving up, you lowered your gaze, quickly turning your head towards the table so your eyes hadn’t just made contact with his pelvis before you felt your heart pick up. Taking a deep breath, your fingers tightened and you closed your eyes. ‘’I like you Loki.. a lot.. since you got to the tower and I- I love this.. these moments together.. they’re the most fun I’ve had in a long time..’’ your eyes slowly rose up to meet him, following while he knelt down beside you with his free hand resting on his knee. ‘’I don’t want them to stop-‘’

‘’are you afraid if they do, we won’t see each other?” he whispered, his hand coming up to gently rest on your knee, making your breath hitch and all you could give a nod.

‘’darling.. these games we share aren’t purely what keeps us together.’’ He smiled gently ‘’I enjoy your spirit, your sarcasm, your love for books and animals, how you don’t need assistance on the field because your stubbornness makes you fight harder, how you bit your bottom lip when your nervous, how your eyes quickly look away so you think I didn’t notice your staring,’’ his hands rose to gently take your hands away from covering your face and held them in his.

‘’I love being around you Y/N.. I love you..’’

Your eyes widened, fingers clutching onto his own while held your breath. In a swift motion, your legs moved to the side so you were facing him before you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around him neck to bring him closer. You felt him lean forward, an arm wrapping around your middle while the other rose up to place his hand gently at the back of your head with his face buried in the crook of your neck. Your chin rested on his own, lip quivering at the mere overwhelming sensations of feelings while his hand rubbed your back to soothe them.

‘’I love you too Loki..’’

You could feel him inhale, his hold tightening ever so slightly to keep you close, almost as if you would disappear before he moved his head up to rest his chin against you. ‘’I bet you to kiss me..’’

You couldn’t help but smile and pull away just a little to cup his cheeks. ‘’it’s not your turn..’’ you whispered with a tease, making him chuckle and the hand at the back of your head pulled you forward so your lips pressed up against his.

He was soft, smooth, lustful but in control and the hum that left your lips swallowed up your moan while your hands gripped his shoulders. His chest pressed up against yours, his own hands now gripping your hips while you began to feel your thighs eagerly opening if it hadn’t been for the creek in the floor that had you both looking towards the door way to find Tony, Steve and Nat all amongst the kitchen with the same expression.

‘’told you they were going to get together.’’ Natahsa winked at you while Tony rolled his eyes and passed her and Steve a $20 while your cheeks reddened as much as Loki’s eyes when he glared.

‘’don’t you all have something better to do?” he grumbled, clearly not happy by the interruption while he rose with his hand clutching yours, pulling you up as well.

‘’we do and it finally came to a conclusion’’ Tony chuckled while Steve held his hands up in surrender.

‘’we’re happy for you guys, honestly we haven’t been here that long-‘’

‘’I know you are lying Rogers, you all can leave now.’’ Loki snapped.

‘’it’s my tower.’’ Tony laughed.

‘’fine then,’’ You shrugged and began walking away, pulling Loki behind you while you flashed him a smirk.

‘’I gotta call out anyway.’’

Note: If you enjoyed this one, it reminded me of another one shot i did in the past called "BET"

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[novankenn]

The TA -- Joan(Jaune) Arc

Artwork Inspired Posts - First / Second / Third / Fourth

(Artwork created/owned by @pilot-boi, No rights Claimed/Implied by the author of this story)

Joan(Jaune) wanted to leave as soon as they reached the infirmary, but she choose to stay. She was a little worried about what happened to Ms Nikos, but she was more afraid of what Aunt Glynda would do if she returned with out the trio of students she was supposed to be supervising.

After a quick look over, Pyrrha was roused with the use of some smelling salts. The nurse then informed them she would return in about fifteen minutes for one final check before letting them leave. So as Pyrrha's teammates, well really just one teammate unloaded barrage after barrage about what happened, and how she was feeling. Joan(Jaune) sat in a very uncomfortable plastic chair, tapping her foot on the tiled floor.

"So..." Pyrrha looked past Nora at Joan(Jaune), "You are really a girl?"

"Yes."

"Really?" Pyrrha hesitantly asked again.

"Yeah. Is that a problem?" Joan(Jaune) answered standing up and approaching the bed Pyrrha was laid upon. "Like seriously, why..."

"The boobs, or the lack of them." Nora interrupted.

"I have boobs!" Joan(Jaune) snapped.

"Not from what I..." Nora didn't get a chance to finish as Joan(Jaune) grabbed her by the wrists, pulling her hands towards her chest. Nora's eyes went wide when she felt the heavily softness under her hands, "You do... "

"Anyone else need to feel me up?" Joan(Jaune) asked as she released her grip on Nora.

"Can I do that again?" Nora asked.

"What? No!"

"Please?" Nora begged, "I'll share my pancakes with you?"

"Huh?" Joan(Jaune) took a step back a little creeped out by the orange haired girl. "Is she okay?"

"That's just how Nora is." the lone male in the room, informed Joan(Jaune). "You'll get used to it. I'm Ren by the way."

Joan(Jaune) gave Ren a sideways look.

"I'm sorry, about all this." Pyrrha offered with a soft and sad smile. "I didn't mean to upset you..."

"You annoyed me. Not upset." Joan(Jaune) responded, before asking, "So what was your malfunction?"

"Excuse me?" Pyrrha asked as Ren acted as a buffer between Nora's grasping hands, and Joan(Jaune).

"Just what I asked."

"I don't... understand the question?"

'Why did you freak when you found out I was a woman?" Joan(Jaune) asked, while leaning in to look Pyrrha right in the eyes. "You have pretty eyes."

"Because of stuff like that!" Pyrrha yelped her face growing flushed with color.

"What not used to be complimented?"

"No... it's... because... um... fuck it!" Pyrrha snapped. "You say stuff like how I'm hot and shit, and I'm get interested and then... I like men! I can't be attracted to a woman, even if her ass if so delicious!"

"Okay." Joan(Jaune) stood up straight, sucked on her front teeth before speaking. "If you like guys, that's great. I like guys, but that does NOT meant you can't find people of the same sex also attractive."

"But..."

"Are you really that repressed?" Joan(Jaune) asked, with a roll of her eyes. "Listen Pyrrha. I can find you hot. I can find Nora adorable, and Ren handsome. Do you follow?"

"I'm adorable? and Ren's handsome? Way to put out the moves Joan(Jaune)-Joan(Jaune)!" Nora cheered finally having given up on molesting Joan(Jaune)'s chest again.

Ren just stood there one eyebrow raised.

"I think so?" Pyrrha answered.

"Good. NOW just because you like my ass doesn't mean your suddenly going to try and make a move on me. It means you find something attractive about me. You follow?"

"Yes?"

"No you're not." Joan(Jaune) sighed. "Do you find men or women more desirable?"

"Ah... um..."

"Did you grow up in a convent or something?" Joan(Jaune) sighed out. "Fine. would you rather do this with a guy?"

Before Pyrrha could answer Joan(Jaune) rounds about hooks her hands behind Ren's head and neck and pulls him into a heated, breath stealing kiss. It last only for about ten seconds, before Joan (Jaune) breaks contact.

"You... kissed... Rennie..." Nora whimpered as she just stood there, watching her life long friend weave on his feet.

"Or would you do it with a woman?" Joan(Jaune) asked as she closed on Pyrrha, slipping her arms around Pyrrha's shoulders and neck, to give her a sizzling deep kiss.

Pyrrha's mind screamed in confusion. Joan(Jaune) was kissing her! She was being kissed and the lips felt so soft and tasted delicious. Her tongue... WAIT her tongue!!!

Nora stood in utter shock, as Joan(Jaune) had moved from making out with Rennie, to some heavy duty face-sucking with Pyrrha. The lip-lock broke after again only lasting about ten seconds or so.

"As you can see. I'm fine with girls or boys... did she just pass out again?" Pyrrha's eyes had rolled up into her head and she lay limp on the bed, her lips slightly parted, and moist with saliva.

"RENNIE!" Nora shrieked when Ren just finally collapsed to the floor in a limp heap. "KISS OF DEATH!!!! KISS OF DEATH!!!"

"Huh?" Joan(Jaune) turns from Pyrrha to see Ren on the floor. "Shit!"

"I must feel their heavenly form again before you steal my soul with your succubus ways!" Nora cried out as she lunged for Joan(Jaune), her hands in front of her, with her fingers spread wide.

"SHIT!" Joan(Jaune) cried out as she tried to keep away from the suddenly very energetic organette.

(A/N - Okay I've been pushing in my head for a female!Jaune stealing a kiss from Ren in front of Nora, since forever. It has now happened. My life is complete! Wonder what Weiss is going to say with Nora's new fascination? Any way hope you're all enjoying this unplanned chaos.)

[eseongsubs]

PDA | Lee Heeseung

word count: 1,078

format: drabble

a/n: I gave into those ugly fanfiction tumblr headers you guys…i’m so sorry to be assaulting your eyes with this basicness. I will be learning how to make headers for my series’ and plotted stories so you don’t have to stare at these nuisances. Anyway, I decided to start writing when I had an idea rather than when I want because I have the goal of being a more productive writer. I didn’t even want to write this, but I forced myself to because I know that sub!idol tumbler is sorrowfully dry, so. Enjoy. If you’ve got any requests or thirsts i will answer them. Like i said. I’m “Inspired.”

note: reader’s gender is not stated, implicitly or explicitly.

warnings: explicit cumshot, public blowjob…, sub!heeseung, dom!reader, uhmm thats it honestly.

Heeseung is not a “bad boy” by any means. Specifically, blowjobs in public have never been Lee's forte. He paints his nails black, sometimes, and he likes to wear a dark graphic tee with a silver chain every now and then, but, thats because it looks cool. And you always teased him for his sense of grandeur. No, Heeseung was a thoughtful man with a particular kindness and generosity that one can only learn. He doesn't have the guts, really, to be a “bad boy,” do the things "bad boys" do, only the foresight to be a well behaved one. He likes rewards, he likes praise, and he enjoys positive reinforcement. Negative talk makes him respond negatively, like a sorrowful golden pothos house plant. He needs sweet talk to keep him green and flourishing.

With that being said, today was an interesting mix of occurences that lead to your contemporary circumstances. 

You like the way that Heeseung’s long dancer legs tremble under your palms as you steady him, keeping him afloat amid the rolling waves of pleasure threatening him to collapse to the tiled restroom floor. His black skinny jeans slide down toward mid thigh, in a way that forces Hee to rear his butt off the bathroom wall, his dick in your awaiting mouth. It wasn’t tireless work, but rather a spur-of-the-moment decision you made out of your own curious lust. An inquisitive test to see just how much your boyfriend would let you get away with. 

“Ooh…” A curling pout expresses your heeseung’s pleasure across his face, as wobbly in stature as his thighs are, trying to hold his composure steady for you, not alert any outside passersby as to what was occurring inside this little single-person family bathroom. “Feels…feels really good” Heeseung concedes, his pink nose from the cold winter temperatures sniveling, his beanie slipping off toward the left direction of his head – your right – revealing the fluffy and mussed black shimmer of his hair. His praise is unprompted, so you smile, pulling off of his shaft and stroking it with an entire glove-clad palm. Hee’s hips twitch upward. 

“Why thank you, sweetheart. That’s so nice.” The ennuncuiation of your last two words was devastatingly intentional. Heeseung’s whole body shudders. He loves to feel like a sweet man for you. The praise sinks in deep to his skin, like a needle. You lave your tongue over his tip again, not taking him fully into your mouth this time just to watch him squirm, build up the peak in his balls already beginning to squeeze to completion. 

Like you said, Heeseung wasn’t one for public…service. He was too respectful, and a bit too believing in the rhetoric of “obedience in advance.” Conform to the wants of others, or any institution, and you will escape punishment, if you’re good enough. Unfortunately, that logic wasn’t real. Not with you, when you punish Heeseung for your own enjoyment, twisting his actions and behaviours into an excuse to watch him squirm under your cruelty, and not with the law either. But today, your boyfriend had been a bit too caught up in your lips, and pathetically eager to please. He followed your word like Mogli under the trance of that snake, in Jungle Book. Yes master, no master, I’ll do anything you say, master. Quite the perfect storm. 

“Oh– ngh…Oh! N-no, no…” you ignored Heeseung’s mutterings to himself. His head, shifting back-and-forth, pushing his hat further off of his head. His obedient hands, attempting with fail to grip onto the tile walls, squeezing into defeated fists. Your lips wrap about his tip, finally, sucking with little force, before sliding down his cock further and driving gratified whimpers from your Hee’s mouth. Whimpers that interrupt the low mewls he has already been unable to cage away. You push-and-pull your tongue on the underside of his cock with each stroke. One of Heeseung’s hands tug at the fingers of your right arm, interlacing yours with his as a surprised moan slips from you, replaced with a satisfied hum. Not a “bad boy” bone in his polite body. 

Another surprise sneaks up on you as Heeseung whispers, trying his absolute best not to shout. “I’m cumming!” Hee weeps, grabbing your hair with his second unoccupied hand as his pleasure converges into a delightful sight, yanking you off of his dick. First, his stomach tenses, then his balls, then the abused tip of his cock throbs as he releases string after string across the bathroom floor, your hair, cheeks, nose, and lips. Some even lands on your eyelashes, as his grippable hips surge forward in a euphoric blaze. Heeseung’s eyes don’t squeeze shut all the way, just into pretty little crescents, so he can watch with effort as he showers you in his release. You, on your knees, before him. “Oh god, I’m cumming…” he pules weakly again, his final droplets of spunk dripping from his defiled tip. You grin again. 

“Couldn’t wait?” you inquire, Heeseung’s head fallen completely forward as his muscles spasm, still swimming in pleasure and the aftermath of it. His beanie makes the quietest, softest plat as it hits the ground, like a sewing needle hitting the floor makes a soft clang. 

“I’m so sorry” Heeseung’s hand holding yours shakes in your embrace, his other hand relenting its hold on your hair. “I didn’t…I didn’t want to cum in your mouth without permission.”

You ignore, of course, that he could have subsided from cumming at all without permission. But, Heeseung didn’t like to cum in public, so, you decided it could be his reward. 

“Don’t be sorry, baby. You did a really good job.” Your lips meet Hee’s knee with a smooch, patting your mark with a frsiky grin. “Now lets get me cleaned up.” 

[fel-09]

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Maybe you should have thought about it twice?

I was betting on this article of yours.

Oh yeah, I remembered, I think the reaction would have been the same, only different in some places, if the "reader" had been an elf, it would have been much easier for him to manipulate her, In the case of a fairy, he would simply cover her wings with water so that she could not fly, And I think a mermaid would be interesting

Lullaby for the King

• (Yandere)thranduil × (mermaid) reader

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The moonlight spilled across the room like silver threads, The moonlight fell on the scales on your legs, even when you were in human form, some parts of the scales covered your legs, laying stretched on the silken bed. The tranquil sound of water lapping against the rocks outside mingled with the eerie stillness within the chamber. Thranduil's head rested on your thighs, his silver hair a cascade of moonlit strands pooling against your skin. His regal features softened in repose, and his breathing evened as he surrendered to the soothing melody that only you could conjure.

Your voice quavered, barely a whisper above the trembling of your hands. You wove the melody carefully, each note trembling with an unspoken plea. His command was always clear: sing for him. Only for him. No one else was worthy of hearing your song, he’d said. The sharp memory of his words burned like fire against your skin, a constant reminder of the gilded cage you now called home.

As your fingers hesitantly combed through his silken hair, you couldn't ignore the possessive grip of his arms around you. Even in sleep, his hold was firm, as though he feared you might slip away like a shadow dissolving in the dawn. You had tried once before to escape, daring the waters that had once been your sanctuary. But his voice had reached you, cold and sharp as a blade, pulling you back to shore.

" Understand me, my dear, by letting you go I am making a death sentence for myself.” he had whispered that day, his tone as unyielding as the iron grip he’d taken on your arm.

A shiver ran down your spine, and you faltered in your song. Instantly, his eyes snapped open, their icy blue depths piercing through you with an unsettling intensity.

“Why did you stop?” he asked, his voice deceptively soft. His hand rose to cup your cheek, his touch as tender as it was imprisoning.

“I’m... tired,” you murmured, the excuse barely more than a breath.

His gaze lingered, searching your expression with unsettling scrutiny. “No,” he said finally, his voice a low murmur as he brushed his thumb against your trembling lip. “You’re frightened.”

Your heart raced, and you averted your eyes, focusing on the moonlight pooling on the floor. But he caught your chin between his fingers, tilting your face so you could no longer avoid his gaze.

“You know that I don't really like it when you're like this?You dream about something else while I'm here with you and it hurts me.” he asked, his tone dripping with a poisonous kind of affection.He read you through and through, he practically knew what you wanted.

You swallowed hard, unsure of how to answer. You didn't really know how to answer him. ? Or It's worth saying desire a declaration of love, even if it was born of compulsion?

“You know the answer perfectly well then why are you asking? ” you whispered, the words hollow.

He smiled then, a slow, chilling curve of his lips that sent, stroking your cheek. “I still want to hear the words that you know very well .” He answered calmly as he looked straight into your eyes.

His words coiled around you like chains, binding you to this lavish prison of silk. Your mind drifted to the sea, its boundless depths and unyielding currents calling to you even now. Yet here you remained, trapped in a place where your freedom was traded for gilded affection.

Opening your mouth to say something, you immediately closed it, changing your mind.

As if sensing your thoughts, his hand slid to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in the strands of your hair. “Do not dream of the sea,” he murmured, his tone darkening. “It cannot love you as I do.”

The weight of his words pressed down on you, suffocating and undeniable. You felt the tears welling in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Instead, you resumed your song, each note carrying the silent echo of your despair.

Thranduil closed his eyes once more, his hold on you unrelenting. His breathing evened out, and his features softened, but you knew better than to believe him truly at peace. His love was a storm, fierce and consuming, and you were the ship tossed in its waves, struggling to stay afloat.

You sang until your throat ached, the haunting melody weaving through the room as the moonlight waned. When at last he slipped into true slumber, you dared to gaze down at him, taking in the ethereal beauty of the elf king who had claimed you.

His lashes cast shadows on his pale cheeks, his expression deceptively serene. Yet you knew the truth hidden beneath that mask of tranquility. Thranduil was no savior; he was your captor, and his love was as deadly as it was intoxicating.

The sea called to you, a distant hum in your mind, but his presence anchored you here, chained by his obsession. As you stroked his hair with trembling hands, you whispered a silent prayer to the tides, hoping they might one day carry you far from this gilded prison.

Until then, you sang.

[hurlumerlu]

Hello stranger! Take it, that's all I got.

Call your boy library books:

Plans are reassuring, and his brother loves them, but they rarely survive exposure to reality.

This one for example, the get in, drop the books & get out plan, survived for approximatively five nanoseconds after Bison had passed the library doors.

The spanner in the works, this time, came in the form of a hot, tall, broad-shouldered librarian. He was smiling at someone, half-sat on his desk, rolled-up sleeves showing off intricate arm tattoos that contrasted beautifully with his professional tie and prim golden glasses, and Bison thought… well. He thought yum, mostly.

Plans are reassuring, and his brother loves them, but Bison thrives on improvising.

He walked closer to the desk, books pressed against his chest. The hot librarian didn’t notice him, apparently engrossed in whatever some guy in a crop top was explaining about… Bugatti? One type of Bugatti? Seven specific Bugattis? Bison cleared his throat.

"Excuse me? Sir?"

They finally turned toward him. Other guy was hot too, now that he’d shut up, an interesting combination of delicate and fit. He took one glance at Bison and began with the librarian one of the loudest silent conversation Bison had ever seen. It ended with Crop Top saying "I’ll leave you to it, then!" (aloud) and "good luck, bro" (wordless, yet perfectly intelligible). Bemused, Bison watched him saunter off.

"So, how can I help you?" The glasses weren’t so prim, from up close, adorned with gaudy fake diamonds that wouldn’t have been out of place as ears studs, and a dangling chain that looked more like a lure than anything else. Or maybe it was just the man wearing them.

"I’m so sorry", Bison said, laying it on a bit thicker than he normally would. He had to be efficient. "I have a few books here that are past due? I genuinely thought I had already returned them. Er, I was wondering if there was a late fee..."

The guy got up to circle his desk. "How late are we talking about, exactly?" He really was tall. And broad-shouldered. And, though the reaction was disapointing, that slightly cold tone suited him.

"Two months?"

The librarian sat with a sigh. "Other people might have wanted them, you know."

Bison did know, that was why he was returning them. He bit his tongue and diligently put the books into expectant hands. "Like I said, my mistake. I’m sorry."

"Are you?"

Oh, now he was pushing it. Bison wasn’t opposed to playing nice, on occasion, but he didn’t appreciate being talked down to. He opened his mouth, and that’s when the man’s face broke into a large grin.

It was like a breaking dawn. Like the sun through gray clouds. Like a choir of trite metaphors that suddenly ringed true. Bison closed his mouth slowly.

"Sorry", the man laughed, eyes warm and mirthful. Cold had looked good on him, but this looked amazing. "I couldn’t resist teasing you. These books could be ten years late and I still wouldn’t care. I’ve been basically strong-armed into working here, so I don’t exactly feel like being zealous. I didn’t even sign a contract!"

"Is that legal?"

"Well, they won’t tell if I don’t."

"You did just tell me, though."

An eyebrow slowly raised over the glasses’s rim. "Did I land myself in trouble?"

"Perhaps," Bison replied, putting some of his weight on the desk. "You tried to make me squirm. I might want some payback."

"But you looked so lovely, all contrite. How was I supposed to resist?" He had manoeuvered himself to be peering up, but still managed to sound entirely unapologetic – the kind of aplomb that begged to be broken.

In the spirit of experimentation, Bison hooked a finger around the chain – lightly, so lightly, nothing that could make the glasses fall, but it still meant they would tumble if their wearer tried to lift himself higher. The gaze behind them turned liquid, yet somehow stayed assessing.

"That –" Bison started. The sharp sound of a book being slammed shut made him startle: two table over, a woman was glaring at them. Bison let go of the chain, and the librarian pulled back.

"So, artists handbooks, uh?" He asked, not quite casual. "You draw?"

"Sometimes."

"Nice, me too. I’d love to see your work." He finished scanning the books and smiled. It wasn’t quite the same smile, but it still made for a nice view. "There you go, books returned. It was my pleasure."

"No late fees?"

"I won’t tell if you don’t?"

Bison huffed. Alright, he could admit it: he was a little charmed.

"Well, then." He hesitated. "I’m off." He expected some form of protest, but nothing came, though his librarian seemed disapointed. Perhaps because of that quiet acceptance, Bison found himself adding: "At which time do you clock off? Since you wanted to see my work."

Another grin answered him. Not as wide, lips closed, but eager and sly and tempting. "I’m free at six," the man said, "we could meet right at the front. Or instead…" He produced a ring of keys. They dangled, catching the light in an enticing little shimmer, silver to the glasses’ gold. "I could show you our archives room."

my spouse @noartnowritingsorry put this in my head and now i can't get it out—

HOT LIBRARIAN!KANT

(gif by me)

imagine bison returning overdue books and this guy looks up from his work, judging him from behind his cunty reading glasses

please i need it so bad

[anbaisai]

local octopus shot on sight

Bonus of said prefect:

[sulky-cabbage]

I can't believe Satoru's approach to teach Sukuna about love was to just fight him and make jokes and just hope he understands asfkvsksgdh

he's like those girls that don't know how to flirt so they just sit there and be pretty and hope their crush notices them somehow lmao

And what's crazy is that Sukuna actually UNDERSTOOD

[soundleer]

....this was funnier in my head

[sideprince]

When I tell you I'm tired of this "but Snape was mean to children and that's unforgiveable" shit. And it's always from anons.

I had a lot of awful teachers in school. Like the one who overwhelmed us with work and then tried to sabotage my grades at my next school after my parent told her off for it. Or the teacher who failed half the class because he was racist, and it was known around campus that he was racist but the administration did nothing about it except make him head of the department. Or the other teacher who tried to fail me because she just didn't like me (and when I went to the administration with a complaint, they made her recalculate my grade and it turned out I had earned over an entire letter grade higher than what she wanted to give me). Or the elementary school teacher I had when I was SEVEN who used corporal punishment and abusive language. Or the high school teacher who only allowed white kids in her honors class to take the AP test at the end of the year, and not the hispanic or black kids.

And yet somehow when I read Harry Potter for the first time, Snape didn't stand out to me as a particularly abusive teacher. Because in the landscape of 90s education, he wasn't. I found Fake Moody/Crouch disturbing because of how much he enjoyed watching Neville suffer during the Cruciatus demo and how wildly manipulative and sociopathic he was with zero administrative oversight. I hated Lockhart because he reminded me of the teachers who, despite being grown adults, were more interested in personal validation from a bunch of teenagers, and our grades and test scores suffered for it. But the teacher who stood out to me as particularly vile and reprehensible was Umbridge - because I knew teachers like her. Teachers who exploited adminstrative policies to feel powerful because they were small, unimaginative, stupid people who were unqualified for their jobs and they knew it. Teachers who were emotionally stunted and felt the need to assert their personal like or dislike of literal children by affecting their transcripts forever. Teachers who thought that if they disliked a student enough they could justify using corporal punishment against them. And you know what I did? I put together petitions and got every student in every period to sign it who was taught by the teacher the petition was about. I went to the administration and invoked my rights as a student - sometimes they said there was nothing they could do, sometimes they took action. One teacher ended up getting fired. One administrator's contract wasn't renewed. And I don't feel bad, because they failed in their responsibilities to their students. And because I actually did something, instead of sitting around and complaining. And if I'd been born later and this had happened more recently, I would have done the same things, instead of venting my frustration online at random strangers on the internet over a piece of fiction.

So I have a question for every one of the "Snape was mean to kids and Snape fans excuse it" people, who never seem to ask themselves why they get so riled up over this character but not about Umbridge. Because I've had teachers like Snape. And when I look back on them, I don't feel traumatized by them. I remember hating them at the time. And I also remember everything they taught me. Because they were good teachers. And tbh, we were little shits, and the attitude check they gave us was socially acceptable at the time, so they weren't exploiting their power because they could - the way an Umbridge does - they were just mean. Sometimes people are mean. It's not OK, but it's also not the irreperable heinous crime some people make it out to be. There's a lot of nuanced grey area between those two things. And what I was left with by those teachers is the knowledge it was their job to impart, and did so successfully, and I have no hard feelings - to the point where when I looked one of them up I was sad to find they'd passed away because I wanted to reach out and thank them. The same way as the ones McGonagall reminds me of, who was also mean to kids and made them unsafe. But when I think back on the teachers Umbridge reminds me of, my stomach tightens. My blood pressure goes up. I get angry and feel helpless. Especially the ones who weren't just teachers, but were administrators who abused their power and affected kids' entire lives and academic careers. I want to look them up too - so I can shout at them and tell them how vile they are. And I'm glad I can't do that, because for all I know they've learned and grown as people and changed for the better. Because they're real people and not a fictional character.

So here's my question: why are you @-ing strangers on the internet about fictional characters and are you doing anything in your actual life about the Umbridges of the world? Are you on your local school board? Are you someone your kids or nieces/nephews/niephews can talk to if they're struggling with someone abusing their power? Are you still a student and if so are you doing anything about these teachers in your school? Organizing with other students, going to PTA meetings to bring up these issues, starting petitions to bring the administration's attention to the fact that the student body has issues with a staff member? Are you actively involved in any way, or have you been at any point, in trying to protect students from teachers like Umbridge, or do you just go around sending anons to Snape fans because stamp collecting was too boring a hobby for you and apparently you slept through the section in Lit class when you learned about how to spot when an author uses a biased narrator as a literary tool?

Do you actually care about abusive teachers as a real social problem, or do you just like to argue about fiction from the comfort of your couch and feel superior to strangers on the internet you actually know nothing about?

Grow up. Do something constructive. And stop thinking you're the first person to come up with this asinine argument because it turns out,

okay, yes, snape suffered a lot but he also made his students suffer a lot. do you know what it must have been like for all those kids to be constantly humiliated??? if you like comparing with real life so much, what would you think of a real adult who abuses their power to feel better at the expense of children??? snape fans always come up with all kinds of excuses, but when it comes to the topic of his abuse towards his students, you always stay silent, and that's because it has no forgiveness.

Severus’s role as a dysfunctional adult is honestly pretty amusing to me, especially because while I never experienced bullying from peers or equals, I grew up in an environment full of wildly dysfunctional adults. On top of that, I now work on legal cases involving even more dysfunctional adults. And, to make it even better, while my classmates never gave me grief, attending a private Catholic school in the 2000s meant teacher-on-student violence was pretty much a daily occurrence. Not just at school—I've also had some truly awful professors at university. So, I get firsthand what it’s like to have authority figures who are supposed to guide and protect you but act like an absolute pack of jerks.

Here’s an unpopular opinion: if I compare my personal experiences with dysfunctional adults and terrible teachers, Severus is practically a lamb. I’ve witnessed some insane things. There was a case at my school where a teacher bullied three siblings (in different grades) so badly that their dad came to the school and physically beat the teacher up. And honestly? The guy deserved it. I’ve seen old-school priests handing out slaps. I’ve had a teacher in his late 30s openly flirting with 17-year-old students. I’ve had teachers who didn’t just throw out a sarcastic remark—they flat-out called us “idiots,�� “morons,” "dickheads", "assholes", “worthless,” or said things like, “You’re all going to end up mopping floors because you’re useless pieces of crap.” Fun times with Mr. Antonio.

There was one teacher who made students stand up one by one so he could critique their outfits in front of the entire class, piece by piece, like he thought he was Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada. Another handed out nicknames that were humiliating and outright cruel. Or that elementary teacher who also taught catechism and would call up children who were not going to take their First Communion (this happens at 8 or 9 years old) to the front of the class and publicly ask them why they didn’t want to embrace Jesus Christ. She would even ask if they thought their parents didn’t love them because they weren’t letting them do the same as their friends. Or the second-grade teacher who called a boy up to the board because he didn’t know a multiplication table very well and started singing a mocking song in Spanish that goes, “Fulanito tururú, que no sabe ni la u” (basically calling someone slow-witted).

Then there was the fourth-grade teacher (9-10yo) who had a particular grudge against one of my classmates and kept threatening to lock him in places or scaring him by saying he was going to throw him out the window. The English teacher, who, when we were 14 years old, locked us in a classroom, made us skip lunch, and kept us there without eating until 5 PM. The technology teacher, a 50-year-old man with a very hands-on approach towards the girls in first and second year of secondary school (12-13 yo). And I could go on and on.

So yeah, I’ve seen some wild stuff in classrooms, and trust me, you don’t need to explain the trauma bad teachers can cause—I’ve had my share of them. And none of it is going to make me like Severus any less. If anything, the stuff he does in the books feels like 1% of the madness I’ve seen play out in real life.