#Principal Office

[zegalba]

Takashi Kuribayashi: 'Principal Office' (2014)

[zerruttet]

Chris Tucker🎙️

[brown-spider]

I want them to have this dynamic

[twistcmyk]

[avgeekbear]

The fucking audacity of this bitch

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Dishonourable Demonstration

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[miguelhugger2099]

Okay I really see Punk! Miguel as such a father

Dad!Punk Miguel: *looks at their daughter with Pastel!Reader* Why is my little naughty girl crying?

Their daughter: A boy from class is insulting me! Dad! Punk! Miguel: Honey, remember, if a boy offends you, hit him in the face with a shovel! Their daughter: Dad, I'm a girl.... Dad! Punk Miguel: You can take the pink one.

Punk Dad!Miguel is all fury when he sees his little girl in tears. Her cute pink overalls dirtied and her usual braid, matted and a wreck in loose curls.

He kneels in front of her and asks softly what happened. Through sobs, she babbles the encounter of a group of boys that had insulted her—questioned her right to play with the boys when her Papi told her she could no matter what!

Unfortunately for her little body and mind, they resulted in pushing her and tugging on her braid to tease her. She cried and it only escalated the moment further.

Punk Dad!Miguel puts his hands on his baby’s little shoulder and with a serious look he tells her, “Mija, when someone hits you, you hit back. Especially if it’s a boy. Maybe even with something hard like a shovel.”

You try to stop your husband from encouraging her. “Miggy, my love—maybe we shouldn’t teach her things like that?” You didn’t like how they tormented your baby, but a shovel? C’mon.

“But…I’m just a girl.” She whines bringing her chubby noodle arms to show her limited strength since she’s a child.

Punk Dad!Miguel hums in thought, taking in her dilemma seriously.

“Then use one of those plastic shovels that are in the sandbox at recess.”

“Miguel!”

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve and Dustin are sitting around talking about how Dustin had tried to keep a demodog as a pet.

Dustin: I bet Eddie would have let me keep it.

Eddie: The fuck I would! No son of mine is keeping a cat killer as a pet!

Dustin: Well, it's a good thing I'm not your son.

Eddie: Just for that. . .

Eddie drove off and didn't come back for a while. He returned with a bunch of papers.

Eddie: Sign here and here. . .

Dustin: What are these? Wait, did my mom sign these?

Eddie: Just sign them, shrimp.

Dustin shrugged and signed the papers, handing them back to Eddie.

Steve: Eddie?

Eddie: Can't talk now Stevie, got papers to deliver.

A month or so later. . . After Eddie had completely forgotten about it, mostly because he didn't think they would approve it. . . . He's lounging at Steve's place when Steve gets a call. Steve left to answer it. When he came back into the room, his hands were on his hips, and he was scowling.

Steve: Eddie?! Did you legally adopt Dustin as a joke?

Eddie: They approved them?! *shrieks* What's wrong with our legal system?! Don't they know who I am?!

Steve: Seriously? . . . Wait, why did Claudia sign the papers?

Eddie: That is also a very good question. *smirks* Bet she didn't think I'd actually turn them in. I did tell her it was a joke. She loves the bit where we're Dustin's dads. Absolutely tickles her.

Steve: For fuck's sake.

[alwaysbewoke]

[barbiem-roberts]

[dmysterioblog]

(Larissa anon) Oh sure! I was meaning like would you mind writing some sorta scenerio like this: Larissa Weems x Addams!reader have an argument that leads to Dom!Larissa and Bratty!Reader having sex in her office, but getting interrupted when the family arrives at Nevermore.

➻Almost Caught

Paring: Larissa Weems x Addams!reader

Summary: You acted like a brat towards Larissa and in the middle of your punishment, your family interrupts.

Warnings: d/s undertones, mommy kink, spankings(r receiving), smut, oral sex(Larissa receiving)

Word Count; 790

A/n: I’m so sorry for taking such a long time to update but here I am and I have delivered!

You sat in Larissa’s office, bored out of your mind. She said she would be done in a minute like an hour ago. You sighed loudly to get her attention but she just ignored you. You heard her phone ringing and she picked it up and brought it to her ear. Sitting there waiting, an idea popped into your head. You walked in front of her desk to get her to look at you. Once she did, you started to take off your top, slowly and seductively.

She paused mid-sentence and gave you a warning look. You just smirked at her and proceeded to take off your panties from under your skirt and hand them to her.

“We're going to have to cut this conversation short today,” she said before hanging up the phone. She then got up and took your panties.

“Put your shirt back on. Now. Your parents are going to be here soon and you wouldn’t want them to find you bent over my desk now would you?”

“I think you’re going to have to make me,” you said with a smug look. You watched her and she walked around her desk towards you.

“Fine,” she said in a low voice before bending you over the desk, pinning your hands behind your back. She began to unzip your skirt and pulled it off you, leaving you standing in nothing but your bra.

“Is this what you wanted?,” she started to rub her fingers through your wet folds, “Mommy’s attention? Hm?” You let out a shaky breath.

“Yes.” You gasped when you felt a sting on your cheek.

“You’re such a needy little slut for mommy, right baby?” she spanked your other cheek even harder.

“Yes! Yes, I am! Please touch me, mommy?”

She chuckled at your desperation but her laugh was cut short by a knock on her office door.

“Shit,” she said under her breath.

“One second!” she turned to you, “Get under my desk. Now.” You scurried under her desk quickly while she fixed her appearance. Once she was done, you heard her say ‘come in’. She moved behind her desk again, taking a seat on her chair.

“What a nice office you have Larissa,” you heard your mother’s voice say.

“Why thank you Morticia,” You saw Larissa give her best fake smile. She hated your mom but acted like she didn’t.

They kept on talking about Wednesday’s behavior, her therapy sessions, and a bunch of other things that bored you out of your mind. You began to get uncomfortable under her desk. You tapped her leg as a way to tell her to hurry up but she just ignored you.

You huffed quietly but then you got another idea. You sat up and moved in between her legs. You started to run your hands up her calves. You saw her give you a quick warning look. You just innocently smiled at her before pushing her skirt and spreading her legs apart.

You pulled down her underwear to reveal her glistening pussy. You blew on it to tease her and you felt her shiver a bit. Without warning, you dove in and started eating her out like it was your last meal. You heard her moan which she disguised as a cough.

Larissa was good at hiding her expressions but not for long. You felt her hand sink into your hair and started to pull at it. She started to wrap up the conversation with your mother before she outed both you and herself. Once Morticia was out of the office, she push your face deeper into her sex and release a moan she had been withholding.

You began using your fingers while your mouth worked on her clit.

“Don’t you dare stop Y/n,” she panted.

“I didn’t plan to,” you said. Your voice sent vibrations to her core which made her squeeze your head between her thighs.

“You’re so good for mommy, baby.”

You looked up and we’re mesmerized by the view above. Little droplets of sweat coated her forehead, some white hairs sticking to it. Her chest rose and fell rapidly while her mouth was left agape.

“Baby, I’m close.” This made you speed up your pace, wanting to see her beautiful face as she came undone.

“I’m coming!” She started to grind her sex against your face to chase her climax. You helped her ride it out and once done you finally pulled away and gave her an innocent look.

“Don’t think this got you out of the punishment you will get tonight,” This made you pout and she laughed at your reaction before leaning down to give you a passionate kiss, tasting herself in the process.

[butchsupermariomoved]

he never learns :/

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

it’s hilarious to me that fushiguro went back to his old middle school and everyone talked about how his sister, who went to middle school with him, was the one taking care of him because I’m convinced that seventeen year old gojo had his ass in a chair every pta meeting starting shit with the other moms and the entire administration collectively said “that man cannot even take care of himself” and decided twelve year old tsumiki was the only possible caretaker

[karnalesbian]

also if I'm being specific i gotta say. the 'you lied' verse on mtg was spit so venomous that i felt like i personally was being dragged for everything wrong ive ever done in my life. For those thirty seconds kdot had the same kind of power over me that basically no one besides my mother herself could ever hope to wield

[prideenvylovehate]

THIS greg

with THIS tom

such a powerful concept. so many outcomes.

[zoe-oneesama]

Hello Zoe, I came to ask you a very simple question! HOW DID BUSTIER GET A TEACHER'S DIPLOMACY IF SHE CAN'T THINK LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN?????

You say that as if Bad Teachers aren't, just...a thing.