Let me tell you guys about this course I took at a community college!!!
okay so the class was on deviant groups (so kinda like “outcasts”/not really known groups).
my professor let us have guess speakers in the kink & swinger communities! they’re talks on zoom were so fun!
Mind you, I was 16 when i had this course since I took college classes in high school. I was 16 while 30+ year olds talked to me about orgies and fisting people!
Also!!! my professor told us that her & her husband are swingers and she told us the place they go to… like wow should i join now that i’m legal?!
i absolutely loved that class and i miss it everyday, especially the kink guy who was a hot ass brunette british man! sexy ass mofo
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i may not know much about kinks, but i do know quite a bit about humans considering i am one.
and men saying "you cant control your kinks"
okay?? but you can like?? idk?? choose not to brutally torture a woman to get horny?? like you are aware that you can keep things to yourself right?
"she consented"
consent is the bare minimum 😭 less than that even, idgaf if she consented, why do you wanna torture her to get hard??
"you can't choose your kinks"
but you can choose your fucking actions?? maybe stop for a second, get your brain working, and wonder should i be aroused by this? no?? then stop being aroused by it.
"i cant 🥺"
you can still stop acting upon it???
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Since I’m the owner of a very…special jail, I want you to write an interrogation scene between a hero and a villain (duh). Who’s doing the interrogating is your choice. Make it spicy or you sleep on the couch tonight.
I DONT WANNA SLEEP ON THE COUCH BABYYYYYYYYY
Cw: smutty
(No reposts but reblogs appreciated <3)
Interrogation
Villain had been tapping their fingers nervously on the back of their interrogation room chair forever. The seat was small and made of metal that was undeniably cold for such conditions along with the rest of the room that was quiet and empty besides two seats—one being the one Villain was situated on—and a large metal table to separate them. Overall, everything set Villain with a general feeling of unease.
It felt like they had been sitting there for hours, hands cuffed behind their back and their position growing steadily discomforting, before anyone walked in. Anyone being the last person Villain wanted to see in this situation, Hero.
“Well, well, well… what’s a pretty little villain like yourself doing here?” Hero drawled, stepping into the room with an air of confidence as they closed and locked the high security door behind them. Hardly paying their surroundings much attention as they zeroed in on the nervous villain.
“You mean a small-time criminal who has barely done enough damage to the city to create so much as a pinprick in its economy, in a supermax prison?” Villain leaned forwards as much as their restraints would let them, clearly annoyed with the others presence, they sneered. “You tell me.”
Hero blinked back at the villain, unmoving for just a moment before they broke out into a large grin. “Oh please, don’t act so innocent. You know very well that you’re more than just a lowly street criminal…” Hero’s eyes flicked over Villains body, drinking in the tightness in the others suit and the way that pulling on the handcuffs strained against their muscles. “Especially to me…”
Villain blushed at the comment, quickly regaining their composure as they buried any feelings deep within. “Even if I did do more than what I let onto, it’s not enough to stick me in here.”
Hero’s grin only got wider, “I guess we’ll find out, hm?” As Villain spluttered to come up with justification or some type of proof that would prove against any such things, Hero used the moment as an opportunity and seized it. Quickly making their way around the table and to Villains chair.
“May I sit here?” Hero’s question was genuine, but they didn’t care to wait for an answer. Sitting themselves comfortably down onto Villains lap so they were straddling the one cuffed to the chair. Making sure to adjust their hips a bit to rile Villain up be in proper control of their prisoner.
Villain had gone perfectly still and perfectly quiet. Eyes like saucers fixated on the hero in their lap, barely breathing because too much movement would inevitably lead to them touching. Villain wasn’t quite sure how much more touching they could handle right now, so they held their breath and squeezed their eyes shut.
Hero giggled at the scene in front of them, the amount of effort Villain had to put in to control themselves was comical to say the least. “Where’s all that bravado now, hm pretty one?” Hero ran one finger down Villains jawline, tracing down their throat to their shoulders where they smiled at the tenseness in the muscles.
One of Villains eyes flew open at the touch, looking wildly around at the situation in front of them and the teasing of Hero’s fingers. “I-I don’t think you’re a-allowed to do this!!!”
Hero looked up at Villain with doe eyes, blinking in innocence as their finger trailed down the chest plate in Villains suit painfully slowly. “No?”
Villain shook their head, gulping as Hero’s finger traced down to their abs now and toyed with some of the plates protecting their stomach. “N-no. I-in prison they’d n-never let a-a villain get so c-close. It’s dangerous!!!” Both of Villains eyes were open now as they watched tentatively at Hero’s reactions, trying to read them and see their true intentions.
The other simply watched their finger trace along the curves in Villains suit. Fascinated at how their body flinched involuntarily in areas that were more… sensitive. “Mmmmm, maybe not in just any prison.” Hero’s eyes flicked up to meet Villains slightly fearful ones. “But fortunately for you my dear, this isn’t just any prison. It’s my prison. My prison, my rules. Aren’t you lucky.” Hero punctuated their last sentence with a small touch to the tip of their captive’s nose. Loving the way Villain blushed furiously after.
Villains breath caught in their throat. Blood pumping in their ears and the quickened pace of their heartbeat warned them of near danger. And Hero in a space alongside Villain, with no rules? That was danger. “T-this is your prison???” Villain gaped, eyes flickering around the room, searching for any giveaway that could prove them false.
Hero cocked their head to the side, finally bringing their finger to a rest right between Villains thighs. “Were you expecting something different? Not impressive enough for an adorable mastermind like yourself?”
Villain would deny the flush that pigmented their cheeks once more later. “O-oh, nonono, I just… envisioned a prison owned by you w-would look more l-like a… kinky dungeon o-of sorts?”
Hero blinked. Confusion rattling their mind as their brain fought to catch up to such a ridiculous comment. Then they burst out in laughter. “Kinky dungeon?????”
“It makes sense when you think about your whole character!!!” Villain explained, still unable to hide the redness in their face as they tried to keep calm in their embarrassment.
Hero’s ribs ached with laughter, only able to respond to the other once they managed to formulate words again. “You think I’m kinky?” Hero fixed them with an intense gaze, it definitely wasn’t a planned part of their interrogation but if it had to be their first question then so be it.
Villain wanted to facepalm and die of embarrassment. They wanted to go home and lay face down in their bed until they could forget how stupid their comments had been and could forgive themselves for their idiocy. Sadly, that wasn’t possible at the moment, and with the fixing gaze of their nemesis they figured it was time to answer before the awkwardness got any worse.
“I-I do.” Hero had returned to running their finger teasingly between Villains thighs, but their silence egged Villains response on. “I-I dunno… you seem like the t-type… l-like not too hardcore!! But m-maybe bondage, d-degradation or even breeding on a g-good day…”
Hero’s eyebrows shot up approvingly and they gave a slight nod as they pressed a little harder against Villains body. “You know…” They grinned. “You’re not that far off…”
“Really?!?” Villain gleamed with pride, those had been total guesses, besides maybe the dead giveaway of handcuffs situated in every room.
Hero rolled their eyes at the excitement in Villains tone. They were adorable. “You’re so cute. But now that you know some of mine, it’s only fair that I know some of yours too, hm?” Hero smirked as they leaned forwards and led their lips to the shell of Villains ear. “So shall we finally start this interrogation?”
“I won’t talk.” Unbeknownst to Villain at the time, Hero understood information much easier with a trial and error approach.
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