#adventures in subbing

[southsidewrites]

"I can't judge, though, because if I had kids...their names would *not* be good."

"Don't you hate kids?"

"Well, yeah, but I still have a baby name list."

-quotes from the teenagers I'm subbing for

[general-sleepy]

The school I'm subbing at tomorrow starts for the kids at 7:30. That's insane. That's objectively too early to be dragging kids out of bed and trying to get them to care about spelling.

[rsworldxx]

First time subbing in elementary and a child straight up asked me “what’s an orgasm?” with the straightest face I can’t even make this shit up

[scarletwelly-boots]

“10 out of 10 apple.”

— N, 5th grade, about the absolutely normal gala apples the cafeteria dropped off after standardized testing

[stilitrash]

BRO I rewatched ALL adventure time as an adult and Ice king SURE says some... interesting stuff huh

[wolfsong-the-bloody-beast]

[highdio]

I need more people to know that even though it got translated as, 'This boy, Jodio Joestar,' the raw text is even better:

It says 「Kono Jodio Joestar ga...」

Araki used DIO's catchphrase for Jodio's intro, absolute mic drop

[a2zillustration]

New fear unlocked.

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[pepperpixel]

“I live inside my own world of make believe!

Kids screaming in there cradles, profanities”

SIMON!!!!!! Simon art dump!!! Specifically mostly Simon being sad as hell… because I wanted to draw him mentally tormented ghghg- the trailer inspired me.. specifically it rlly inspired me for the first pic! Cuz I had a sudden brain blast like the 5th time watching it that fionna and cake are only ever characters in ice kings fucking fanfic!!!! So! Why would that suddenly change? Why would they be real now? Unless!! they’re actually still NOT fucking REAL! AND THEYRE STILL JUST A STORY BY ICE KING! OR! MORE ACCURATELY! SIMON!!!

I mean. I might be wrong. And even if I am right it’s probably gonna be more complicated than that.. but just!!!! IDK! My brain had that thought and fucking exploded lmao

[honeyhumg]

Why do all chubby reader fanfics have to have the reader being degraded and humiliated, LIKE it’ll start with some sexy or awesome concept in the story and then boom, submissive reader. LIKE PLEASE FEED ME SOME DOM PLUSIZED ACTION. But when I do find one It ends up poorly written and rushed or to short. HELPP

[southsidewrites]

Ten points to whoever can guess what grade I'm subbing based on this interaction alone:

Student: Do snails bite? Me: I don't think they even have teeth. Student: Can I pull one out of the fish tank and see? Me: No. Student: What if I use the net? Me: You weren't going to use the net?

[general-sleepy]

New piece of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles lore I learned from watching a sponsored children's yoga video: Donatello loves K-Pop.

[n64retro]

Mortal Kombat Mythologies: Sub-Zero Avalanche Software / Midway Nintendo 64, PlayStation 1997

[cakemousse]

HELLOOOOOO???? DO U GUYS SEE THIS CUTE ASS POUT FJSKFJLDSFDS

[pastelclovds]

No cause imagine Simon in this pose but giving you head… 😳

@/teeth-farie’s amazing art completes your thoughts perfectly! 😍

something tells me that this old man doesn’t know how to suck you off at all, that’s why it’s both adorable and amusing to watch him struggle to fit your cock inside his mouth. he tries so hard to make the experience pleasurable for you, but when it’s not enough, you just grab him by his hair and move his head furiously against your dick. when you spill into his mouth, he’s forced to swallow your release before pushing you away to cough into his hand. simon complains about how insensitive and rough you were with him, but the raging boner between his legs says differently about how he’s feeling.

[gamerwoman3d]

Please Be Bi-Han 🙏

🔞 An MK1 x Reader 🔞

Part 3a(i): Sub-Zero toys with F! Reader

PART ONE HERE

Previous Part Here

🔞 Spicy/Explicit after the cut 🔞

His little squeezes to your cunt and his devilish smirk made it hard to think and speak. It took effort not to drop your crystal wine glass. His voice against your throat left you throbbing. As if he knew what his voice did to you, he kept speaking while he nibbled the skin at your collar.

“You want that, don't you? Maybe you want a big showy expensive wedding? Or would you rather elope in secret and skip right to the good part where I'm ravishing you in your pretty little white wedding dress? I bet you wanna make it illegal for anyone else to have sex with me. Bet you'd give up anything to get that in writing, bet you'd give up everything. But it's too late. I found you. I have you. I want you. I'm keeping you. You are longing for me, even when I'm right here. It is too late for you. Every part of you I kiss is mine. Every part of you I touch is mine. If I miss a spot, it is mine, but believe me. I won't miss. I won't miss a single spot. You're mine. All of you is mine.”

Taking the crystal wine glass from you, he leaned you back until your back met the barrel. He lifted the hem of your blouse until the naval was exposed and poured the last bit of wine from the glass into your naval.

“Be still,” he said.

He set the glass away and sipped the edge of the puddle of wine. With his next breath, he drained the wine from your skin with a deep kiss. His tongue chased after the flavor. Maybe it was the wine, but the sensation of the wet muscle against you left you lightheaded. He kissed away any trace of the wine, working out from your naval in a spiral.

You wanted his hand back on your pussy. You took matters into your own hands, reaching down to rub yourself while he kissed your belly. He called you greedy as he pulled your hands away from yourself.

“How often must you fantasize about this that you're squirming that much when you touch yourself. I know it had to be a lot. You wanna cum without me, hmm? You think that’s fair?”

He held your hands together, gently caused you to interlock your fingers with a caress along your knuckles. You wrung your hands together as if in prayer, only for him to palm all of your knuckles within one of his big hands. With this grip, he held and pinned your hands to the barrel above your head. His free hand slipped the dangling blue strip of tunic fabric to the side to tuck it away. You looked down and saw him rub himself over his pants, self-soothing. With the strip of blue fabric from his tunic out of the way, the outline of his cock stood out against the thin black fabric. The definition of the head was clearly visible.

You involuntarily compared the smooth stretched bulge in the fabric to the toys you knew the best. The head was thicker than the majority of your sex toys, slightly bigger than the favorites you currently kept in rotation. You remembered the way the bigger one felt, how good the one that most matched his size felt whenever you got it in. You imagined the sensation his cock would cause within you, if he'd ever fuck you, to be blinding. With one particularly sensual stroke, a small dot of wetness seeped through the stretched fabric at the center of the head as you watched him coax it from himself.

“Still think it's fair to cum alone? Or do you like me greedy?” He teased.

“I just wanted you to touch me,” you mewled.

Without hesitation his hand left his cock and his fingertips touched your clit through the fabric. His thumb and free fingers pressed into the wet fabric and spread the flesh around the clit, revealing how pebble-hard it was against the seam. He flicked at it through the fabric, then caught it in the crook of his finger like a trigger and wiggled the fabric over it.

You started to thrust your hips into it, bouncing your butt against the wood.

“You're gonna cum on yourself if you keep doing that. I'd love watching you make yourself cum. Look at me, open your pretty eyes and look at me when you cum for me. Go ahead. Go ahead. Make yourself cum. Sweet thing. You're going to make such a sweet, precious wife.”

The shudder in your spine evoked a quiver in your voice as you moaned. Your core muscles locked up, your legs spread, your body so ready for him to make you cum. But when you closed your eyes as the pressure built, he stopped flicking. Your eyes shot open as you humped the useless air. You squealed from the sudden lack of him. He released your hands, only to clap his hand over your mouth to muffle your dissapointed shriek.

Your hands free, you grabbed his pecs. This elicited a smile and he laughed. His mischievous, gravelly laugh echoed in the cellar, loud as a tiger tearing open a cello. He took his hand from your mouth.

“No use muffling you; if my brothers are out there, they probably heard me,” he said.

“How did he get in there,” you both faintly heard Liu Kang say from a distance.

Bi-Han rolled his eyes. He held your hands against his chest and encouraged you to knead.

“It won't be long now before they figure out how to get in,” he said.

“Finish what you started,” you half-commanded, half-begged him.

“Finish what you started, husband,” he corrected, “remember I have no intention of doing that until I have our union in writing.”

“You wanna make it illegal for anyone else to have sex with me?” You whined.

“Mm-hmm. But don't worry. Marrying me means we never have to tattle on each other's illegal activities. Just means I get to keep all your stuff if you piss me off.”

The vague sounds of Scorpion, Smoke, and Liu Kang attempting to figure out how to bypass the hydraulic trapdoor with no electricity filtered through the floor above.

“We don't have time,” you whined, “please, please fuck me… husband?”

He straightened up and pulled you toward him until your ass dangled over the hoop of the barrel. He folded your legs under him and draped himself between them. You could feel the weight of his cock through the fabric pressing down on your clit, and felt the weight of his chest pushing you into the hard oak of the barrel. He humped in short quick thrusts of his hips, frotting against your seam, which ground against your throbbing, wet, pebble-hard clit. He panted against your face with a surprisingly heated breath. While you bucked and keened for him, he bit bruises into your neck and purred an apologetic explanation.

“To let them see that I was here, first. In case there is ever any doubt. Keep going. I can feel you overheating. Imagining our wedding night, sweet wife? Go on. Imagine it. Imagine getting it. I'm still not letting you cum before the certificates are signed, but mmm… can you just imagine? Are you imagining me in you? It's hotter at the tip than you're imagining. Imagine it hot, heavy. Imagine me stuffing you full of it. Imagine… you won't even have to beg. The moment the ink dries, you can just say “kiss me” and I will kiss you. “Touch me,” and I will touch you.”

“Fuck me,” you interrupted.

“I will,” he promised.

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