#not picking thread out of this material nope

[queenofsquids]

Forgot I dislike this vintage McCalls 6317 because the side seams aren't balanced. The front is a lot bigger than the back.

Sock material was lumpier and strings-ier than I'd like but heeeere we go! Mushroom shirt :3

The socks were at Walmarket for $1 in the front store section.

[rafesangelita]

poguesweethearts first time with rafe and he is just so so so so mushy with her 🥺

warnings: soft!dom!rafe, fluff, use of the nickname ‘sweetheart’, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, soft sex, multiple orgasms, soft aftercare

rafe had it bad. every touch, every glance, every laugh, he was fighting off things he never thought he’d have to. like right now for instance. “okay how do you like this? is it too pink?” you did a little spin for rafe, oblivious to the way his eyes danced down your figure.

you were currently trying on different outfits to meet his family in, your overthinking machine of a brain not resting until rafe decided for you. rafe leaned back in his seat, meeting your gaze. “you could wear a garbage bag, and i’ll still think you look perfect.”

you shook your head, a pout forming on your lips as you stepped closer to him. “rafe i’m serious! i want them to like me.” rafe pulled you down to sit on his lap, his hands bringing your legs up to rest over his thighs. “sweetheart, they are. my folks are already in love with you, they’re constantly telling me to bring you home already.”

rafe watched the worry etched in your brow melt away, his fingers cupping your chin. “please don’t stress yourself out about it. we still have a whole week before then.” you nodded, pecking rafe’s cheek. he shut his eyes the second he felt your lips against his skin. something so small like a kiss on the cheek was starting to become too much to handle.

“hey, do you uh- have any plans for the next few days?” he hoped you couldn’t feel the hard on in his jeans. leaning your head against his shoulder, you fiddled with a loose thread on his shirt as you hummed. “nope. my manager went on vacation with her husband so the icecream shop is closed, and i already baked what i needed to sell this week, so i’m all yours.” all yours, that was like music to his ears.

“good, that’s good.” you noticed the way he rubbed your knee as if to soothe himself, your eyebrows knitting in concern. “rafe?” you adjusted yourself in his lap, freezing when you felt something poke your thigh. both of you looked at each other, your eyes falling to his lips.

“are you busy the next few days?” you asked him, your chest rising and falling as your fingertips burned to touch him. “no..” without hesitation, both of you kissed each other desperately, your hands flying out to pull him closer as if he wasn’t already flushed to your side.

this kiss was everything you wanted it to be, and everything rafe needed. you wrapped an arm around his neck, letting him pick you up bridal style where he then lead you two to your bed. you swore your sheets have never felt this soft before, but then again, with the way rafe’s hands roamed your body, everything seemed, well, just sweeter.

you welcomed him between your thighs, your dress pooling around your waist as he pulled away to admire you underneath him. “god, you’re fucking gorgeous.” rafe traced the sweetheart neckline of your dress, your breasts peeking out just enough to drive him crazy.

you smiled softly, taking his hand in yours as you dragged it across your chest. “please take it off.” you didn’t have to tell him twice. in seconds, he had you in nothing but your white matching set, kissing your skin as if you’d disappear if he didn’t devour you right then and there.

everything about you was so perfect to him, for him. you slipped off his shirt, running your hands down the ridges of his abs. “i’ve wanted to do this since i first saw you walk into the country club.” you gasped softly when he cupped you through the lacey material of your bra. your hands worked to undo rafe’s belt, his cock straining painfully in his pants.

rafe cursed under his breath, taking his jeans and boxers off in one swift movement. you’ve imagined what rafe would look like; naked and ready to take you, but it didn’t come close to the sight of him right now. he stood glorious, the look in his eyes making you rub your thighs together.

“rafe?” you sat up, watching as he reached for your ankle. you don’t know what you were expecting, but rafe yanking you towards the edge of your bed definitely wasn’t it. “keep talking, sweetheart, ‘wanna hear your voice.” you swallowed thickly, your heart skipping a beat when he kneeled in front of you.

“i want to make you feel good..” you trailed off, letting him lay you down as he took your panties off. one look at your soaked cunt, and rafe couldn’t believe he had survived this long without it. “you already are.” your mouth fell open when you felt his breath tickle your skin.

“is it okay if i do this?” you looked down, the sight of rafe gazing up at you from between your thighs was something you didn’t know you needed. you whimpered, muttering a ‘yes.’ before you felt his tongue run between your folds.

rafe was quick to pin your thighs down on top of his shoulders, ensuring you couldn’t move away from him while he lapped at your clit. “feels s-so good, rafe..” you shuddered, your body jolting when his tongue prodded at your entrance.

rafe had finally gotten a taste of you, and now he was addicted. from your little whines, to the way your thighs threatened to close around his head, rafe couldn’t help but fist his cock at the idea of making you cum on his tongue. he groaned against your slick cunt, the vibrations shooting straight to your clit.

“oh!” your hands fisted the sheets underneath you, your back arching up from your bed at the sensation. rafe watched you fight to take a breath, his chest blooming with pride at your obvious display of struggle. “you look so pretty like this.” he pulled your bra down, your tits spilling out of the white lace.

it wasn’t long before your hips starting moving away from his face, your first orgasm of the night threatening to rip through you. “don’t make me chase you.” you shivered at rafe’s words, complying immediately as you let him pull you even closer. rafe knew you were close to making a mess for him, and he was going to watch you unravel if it was the last thing he did.

“rafe-” your hands scrambled to find his, the band in your stomach snapping as you borderline screamed at the white hot pleasure coursing through you. “i got you, baby,” rafe let you dig your nails into his skin, your cries making his cock twitch with need.

you couldn’t form a single thought, let alone a sentence, so when rafe kissed his way up to your lips and asked if you were okay, you settled for a broken moan. “shhh,” he moved you two further up your bed, making sure your head was resting on a pillow before pecking the tip of your nose.

if you felt fucked out with rafe’s mouth alone, you couldn’t even begin to think what you’d feel like after he was done fucking you with the same cock that currently rested on your tummy. you were still going through the aftershocks of your orgasm when rafe caged you between his arms.

“you’re so perfect, you know that?” your breathing slowed to the sound of his voice in your ear. no one had ever made you feel like this. orgasm aside, you realized as you gazed up into rafe’s eyes, that he wasn’t rushing to have his way with you; instead, he was comforting you and smiling down at you as if you were the most precious thing to ever grace the earth.

he was selfless, even in this very moment when he had every right to be greedy, and that fact turned you on more than anything ever did. “rafe? please give it to me.” he blinked slowly, his jaw clenching at your words. looking down where he lined himself up with your entrance, you watched as his face contorted into full on bliss, a gasp leaving your lips as he filled you up inch by inch.

“holy fuck.” you ran your nails across the back of his head as he cursed against your skin. wrapping your legs around his waist, rafe interlocked his fingers with yours, both of you moaning in unison as he started thrusting into you. he stroked the side of your face, your eyes fluttering shut as you stretched deliciously around his length.

your heart felt like it could explode in your chest. the hand holding, the way rafe touched you as if you were made of glass, it was all making you melt into a puddle of sweet nothingness. “shit-” he hissed through gritted teeth, “you can’t be real.” he half laughed, kissing you ever so gently.

you couldn’t help but squeeze around his length, the head of his cock brushing that sensitive spot that sent you whimpering against his chest. rafe admired the way your eyes sparkled everytime you looked up at him. he fucked you hard and slow, every stroke bringing him closer to the edge of euphoria.

with his forehead resting on yours, your hand suddenly felt cold as he reached down for your clit, your hips stuttering when he circled your sensitive bundle of nerves. “oh my god!” you squealed, your eyes screwing shut as your high hit you in intense waves of ecstasy. alas, rafe was next to float on cloud nine, his jaw going slack as his thrusts came to a stop.

the feeling of rafe spilling his load inside of you was now etched into your mind, incapable of ever leaving. rafe unintentionally had a death grip on one of your tits, your whine of protest snapping him back to reality. “oh, i’m so sorry baby. did i hurt you?” he was panting when he popped his digits into his mouth to taste you one last time for the night. you shook your head, snuggling into his side as he rolled over.

“just a little, s’okay.” you reassured him, rubbing a palm over his chest. rafe looked over at you, moving away any stray hairs you might’ve had in your face. there was nothing you loved more than a man that turned all soft and mushy for you, and rafe certainly didn’t fall short. “it’s a good thing you’re going to meet my folks soon..” he traced the cupid’s bow of your lips. “cause i’m not going anywhere.” just when you thought things couldn’t get anymore sweeter than this, he spooned you.

[circle--of--confusion]

Most Ardently

Sarah lays out the blanket and sits down. She hears soft rumbles in the distance and glances to Copia. “We should have time, cara. I don’t think it’s supposed to rain until later today.” Copia assures. He leans in, pressing a light kiss to her cheek and continues taking out the prepared food. ------------- Summary: Copia and Sarah planned to have a picnic but their plans go topsy-turvy when a sudden downpour interrupts their day. when they rush home, they relax on the couch and watch a movie. The gentle caress of sleep washes over them soon into their movie.

Ghostober prompt: falling asleep to the sounds of the rain

Paring: Cardinal Copia | Dracopia X OC [Sarah]

Words: 1.4k

Tags: established relationship, fluff

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It was a mad dash for Copia and Sarah to get back to the ministry as rain poured from the sky.

Earlier in the day, he’d decided they should take a walk down a tree-covered pathway in the back of the ministry’s gardens. A windy, paved path is carved into the area for anyone who wants to take a stroll in the shade. They walked arm-in-arm leisurely, pointing out small animals or pretty plants on their way. The two had no plan other than a possible picnic with the basket Copia prepared.

Sarah lays out the blanket and sits down. She hears soft rumbles in the distance and glances to Copia.

“We should have time, cara. I don’t think it’s supposed to rain until later today.” Copia assures. He leans in, pressing a light kiss to her cheek and continues taking out the prepared food.

They sit and eat, enjoying the silent company of each other. After finishing a few bites, Sarah remembers something. “I forgot to mention, my Halloween costume is coming along really well. I’ve been sewing some of it in my free time at work.”

Copia tilts his head. “Still not giving me any hints? It better be something amazing.”

She mimes zipping her lips shut. “Nope! I want it to be a surprise.” Copia leans in closer in an attempt to intimidate. She squirms and leans her head back, groaning. “Ok! All I’ll say is that I think you’ll like it so much that you won’t even know what to say.”

He mumbles to himself as he leans back. “Like it so much… don’t know what to say…” He snaps his fingers. “Are you going after a character from Emma? You were watching that movie recently.”

Sarah laughs. “Only because I love the costumes.”

“Yes, I know. You’re very obsessed with vintage fashion.” he hums. Leaning in, Copia caresses her cheek. “That line is very true, though. If I liked you any less, I’d be able to talk about it.” His thumb rubs lightly over her skin and he feels her cheeks warm with a blush. Copia leans in to place a light kiss to her lips and Sarah moves forward to deepen it. The plates in their laps fall to the blanket, forgotten, as Copia surges forward.

Sarah lands onto her back with a thud, bringing Copia over her as they continue kissing. Her hands crawl up to his hair and she threads her fingers through his soft brown and gray strands. One of his arms hold him up as he continues his caress on her face while his other hand moves down to roam, searching to pull up the hem of her long skirt. Copia’s still gloved hand glides smoothly over her bare shins and she shudders under his touch as his fingers move further up Sarah’s leg.

A lone raindrop lands on the back of her hand and she gasps. Copia leans back so Sarah can sit up as the two have realized they grossly underestimated the weather forecast as more drops fall heavily on them.

“Copia, we need to go.” Sarah says in a low, determined voice and in the next second they jump into action.

Copia throws the food haphazardly into the basket, closing any lids and boxes first. She picks up the blanket, shaking out any dirt or bugs that may have got into the material. They run hand-in-hand up the path, through the sprawling garden in hopes of avoiding any major rainfall. The light drops quickly shift into a downpour and not even their blanket used as a cover can shield them. Their shoes squeak on the tile flooring as the two walk back to Copia’s room, drenched.

They shudder from the chill on their wet bodies as they enter his room. Their clothes are soaked to the bone and no amount of rubbing on her arms can bring any warmth.

Copia walks over, placing his hands on her shoulders. He tilts his head down to place a kiss to her hairline. “How about a nice, hot shower eh? We can warm up together?”

Sarah smiles and then rolls her eyes. “And you clearly can’t have any ulterior motives for that, right?”

He holds up his hand as if to swear. “Scout’s honor. No funny business.” Copia nods towards her, sincere.

They slowly peel their clingy, wet clothes off in the bathroom as the shower heats up. After squeezing out as much water as they can into the sink, each item hits the floor with a muted thunk. Sarah feels the water temperature and deems it warm enough, stepping into the shower, Copia following her in right after. The two spend time washing each other’s hair, fingers massaging scalps. They each let out hums at the feeling of gentle affection.

As the comforting steam rises behind the curtain, they feel their muscles relax and the cold leave their body. Copia grabs a cloth and body wash and begins to scrub around her body, taking a bit too much extra time around her breasts. Sarah looks at him, eyes narrowing, and he backs off with a smirk. When she takes a cloth to wash Copia, her hand squeezes around his waist and he jumps; he yelps out and Sarah laughs. As their bodies are washed and rinsed, they exchange a few small kisses around any exposed skin they can find; lips, shoulders, necks, and chests all leave the shower with memories of warm wet kisses.

Once the shower is over, they step out in their towels and find a set of comfortable clothes to wear. More and more of Sarah’s closet has migrated over to Copia’s room and he looks over fondly as she scours through more and more of her options of clothes to put on. Copia opts for sweats and a soft, worn-in t-shirt. Sarah chooses a long sleeve shirt and plaid pajama pants. She dons thick fuzzy socks and Copia looks on in envy.

“Do you have another pair for me?” He softly asks. Sarah smiles as she shakes her head, turning back to the drawer with a matching dark blue pair of fuzzy socks. He takes it from her, placing a small kiss to Sarah’s cheek in return. “Grazie, amore mio.”

She looks over to him with sleepy eyes. “Want to watch a movie?”

Copia nods, taking her hand and walking them out to the couch to sit. Sarah sidles up right next to Copia as he plays the movie of choice: the 2005 adaptation of Pride and Prejudice. His arm wraps around Sarah and she leans her head on his shoulder, pressing her body closer to his.

Sarah smiles as the opening notes of the movie play with the camera following Elizabeth Bennet as she reads in a field. “Oh! My favorite!” She says with a sleepy excitement.

He nods, leaning to kiss the side of her head. “You talk about this movie a lot.”

She hums an affirmative. “The mini-series is good too, but I love the aesthetics and general vibe of the movie version.”

“I just think you like this version of Mr. Darcy more.”

“I have a thing for sideburns.” Sarah deadpans and winks at Copia. “And awkward men.” A soft yawn escapes her mouth and Copia shifts to look at her.

“Well then you probably love Mr. Collins as well.” he grins as another yawn comes out of Sarah and his hand moves to hold her face for a moment. Copia softly rubs his thumb over her cheek and looks into her sleepy eyes. “Would you like to lay down?” He asks and Sarah sleepily nods as she shifts down to lay her head in his lap. Copia reaches for a blanket and throws it over her body.

Sarah sighs a “Thank you” with a small, tired voice.

Copia’s hands remain a permanent fixture on Sarah throughout the movie. One hand comes down to hold her arm while the other combs his fingers through her drying hair and she hums at the feeling. Occasionally he’d scratch her scalp and Sarah would let out a soft moan. The gentle combing of her hair from Copia’s fingers would eventually lull her into a deep sleep, softly snoring below. Copia laughs when he realizes she’s out cold and soon he notices that his eyelids begin to feel heavy. He grabs a pillow to put behind his head and he leans back against it. The last thing Copia remembers as he drifts off were the frantic, sincere words of Mr. Darcy professing his love to Elizabeth in the rain.

Thank you for reading! I'll have another prompt posted later today :)

[theofficersacademy]

A legacy of victory, washed away in the storm. With the Black Eagles reigning supreme as the sole victor of this Battle of the Eagle and Lion, the Golden Deer House has never been brought so low. Yet little time passes before they are assigned their next mission in Derdriu, and so life goes on. Disappointment still hangs over many members of this house, but their house leader has one last trick up his sleeve: a feast over a hearty, meaty stew that will warm their hearts and lift their spirits, so that they can put this all behind them and look forward to the future! Yeah!

Come morning, they find themselves staring up at towering blades of grass, massive butterflies casting shadows, and is that a horse-sized mouse… or are you just a mouse-sized person?

As it turns out, it was possible for the Golden Deer House to be brought even lower…

Golden Deer Mission: Represent the Church in Derdriu Figure out who shrunk you and make them Pay

GD Mission Task Board

The common thread linking the victims together is the stew they shared last night. A certain house leader insists—insists—that he had nothing to do with what happened. Upon studying the soup, the school’s top mages agree: there is a certain magical component in this soup that’s beyond his ken, something that has never been seen in Fódlan! Further experimentation will be required. The soup from last night is still in its pot, but don’t eat it for lunch unless you want to end up like these suckers.  

With your newfound size come newfound troubles with logistics, in particular: how does one get around when you’re as tall as a thumb? The world itself is as grand as it’s ever been. There are, however, those among you who will no doubt see your fresh perspective as an opportunity. After all, how often is it you get a chance to ride a bird, a rabbit, or a squirrel? [Grants Riding/Flying +1]  

These aren’t your typical caves and tunnels. As you move from one burrow to the next, exploring myriad animal-made (and animal-sized!) tunnels, you must watch not only for territorial creatures but the potential for a cave-in. And what are you here for, you ask? Simple: your weapons didn’t shrink with you and you don’t know how long you’ll be stuck like this while you and your allies search for the perpetrator. You’ll need materials for weapons. Among the caves are crystalline mushrooms found only dark, tight spaces that release magical spores when touched. Be careful, lest you wind up with a few other maladies. [Grants Axe +1]  

You being tiny does not mean bandits ain’t gonna bandit. The church hears tell of a particularly grumpy group harassing a nearby village at the base of the mountain. One would think they would have learned by now to avoid Garreg Mach’s general vicinity but nope… And so, once again, they are yours to take care of. Will you fight them in broad daylight as you are… or will you perhaps find a different way of dealing with them? Say, after dark…?  

When one has become as small as a mouse, one must take care to avoid unexpected hazards. Rain and hail hit deceptively hard. Those stairs you’d vault up one or more at a time? You’ll need to find another route. And all those cats, dogs, and chickens around the monastery you’ve befriended over the school year? Well, the dogs are still more than happy to be your pals (watch out for their enthusiasm, however), but the cats and chickens… The former think you look like the perfect toys now, and the latter may or may not be wondering just how edible you are. Quick! Escape the courtyard!  

You notice things you would never have picked out before. Seeing the world from down here, you occasionally find odd tokens in the grass, in pots, in other such hidden places. Trouble is, they appear to be but half of whatever treasure you’ve found. Not to worry! One of the fairies captured in a recent mission is all too happy to take them off your hands, promising good luck and miracles for every complete match. Who knows if the ‘good luck’ is real, but there does seem to have been one small side effect after the fact: you’ve learned, quite incidentally, that you can now speak with mice! And hoo boy, do they have a lot to say: they humbly request your help, O strange near-hairless rodents, in order to defeat the threat of other mice invading their (your) territory. Teach them, they plead! Teach them to fight! Well, all right then. Surely nothing untoward will come of you showing one or two of them how to swing a stick… [Grants Any Skill +1]

NEW! You’ve been trying to get used to this new, tiny life as best you can while your normal-sized classmates and colleagues try to find a way to reverse the curse. Up until now though you’ve had to go at it alone, making your own weapons and accommodations, but one day while you’re out foraging, you’re engulfed in a bright fire that, strangely, does not burn. Before you can make heads or tails of what exactly is happening, or if your feet are even still on the ground, you’re dropped roughly into a... house? Or rather, a dollhouse, but it can easily accommodate you and several of your allies. Beyond the windows, you can make out more fire, but vaguely there’s a face within the flames. PLAY. It commands you. Sometimes EAT. Other times SLEEP. You don’t know what will happen if you disobey, but there’s a stack of charcoal outside that gives you the creeps.

NEW! Swept away by either a massive wave or a powerful gale on a clear day, you soon find yourself inside a circular arena. One of your allies stands at the far end, outfitted in strange armor and weaponry that clearly was never made for living creatures. Your “benefactor” - water that holds its form in the shape of a person - grants you a selection of accessories and armor as well, all strangely crafted, and leaves you to choose your equipment so that it can instead bicker with its opponent - a stationary tornado. You don’t understand much of what’s happening, but you do know competition when you see it: both the water and the wind elemental aim to prove that their human gladiator is the best. [Grants Heavy Armor or Gauntlets +1]

NEW! Without warning, the earth begins to violently shake and a fissure cracks open wide beneath your feet, swallowing you up before you have the chance to even think about running. When you awaken, you find yourself behind a wall of glass, alongside a dozen statues, rings, miniature objects, and other oddities. The ground before you ripples as if alive, but when a dark cloud full of thunder and lightning rushes toward you, the earth rises up to meet it. They’re elementals from Morfis, you realize at once, and as the one made of earth opens up the glass case to retrieve two of the statues next to you, you understand that this is some sort of shop. Now might be your only chance to plan an escape, because who knows what will happen if you’re bought by one of them. Use what’s lying around you to devise a way to bust out... but don’t get caught. [Grants Lance +1]

Non-Mission Task Board

The Ethereal Ball is nigh! The planning committee is hard at work preparing for the second biggest event of the year and asks for volunteers to help make it happen! There’s plenty that needs to be done, from picking out the menu to securing the supplies you need for the dance cards.  

During your brief absence, a powerful storm flooded Garreg Mach with what felt like an ocean’s worth of rain. The forested path that leads to Remire Village in Adrestia is still flooded, turning dirt paths into muddy swamps that even the horses don’t want to touch. It’s the foot soldiers who finally have their day, using their lances to vault over bogs and deep puddles. [Grants Lance +1]  

Swordsmasters of Elyos and Hoshido have long inspired people with their signature finishing move: the ability to cut through an opponent with dazzling speed, so fast that one can’t even perceive the blade leaving its sheath. The Battle of the Eagle and Lion reignites interest in learning these techniques. Determined students have made some progress but haven’t quite mastered the move. Think you can help them? [Grants Sword +1]  

As the Ethereal Ball is only a little ways away, students and staff are doing their best to prepare via dancing lessons, outfit shopping, and event planning. This year a vendor arrives in town with a wagon full of flowers from all over the world in full bloom. They're quite the romantic though, so luckily for you, they're even offering corsage and boutonniere lessons. gift your crush, significant other, sworn enemy, or whoever it may be a lovely floral arrangement that you hand-picked and handmade! They won't judge if it looks ugly, but.. maybe the person next to you is better at arranging.  

There’s been an uptick in monster sightings in the Sealed Forest, coinciding with the decline of wildlife in the area. Crest stones found in animals’ mouths and embedded in their skins confirm the Church’s suspicions: bad actors, likely Agarthans, are turning these beasts into vicious monsters. One of the Knights of Seiros has plenty of experience with the Agarthans’ tricks. She’s asking for volunteers to help her gather whatever Crest Stones they can find and put the infected wildlife out of their misery. [NPCs Available]

NEW! A baron claiming to hail from the southern lands has arrived at the monastery to offer “Spectacular Sparkly Spirits” to anyone willing to endure a round of his new magicks: festive eruptions of glittering smoke, a perfect fit for festive seasons like this one. Sounds easy, but those who once took the offer before you warn against doing so—they’ve suddenly found their trinkets missing and their newly hunted game gone. Are you willing to risk loss to see a few entrancing eruptions of colored smoke in the shape of boars and rabbits? They’re sure to make you the talk of the ball this year if you can get your hands on them.

NEW! Your hoard of crest stones collected from the Sealed Forest beasts grows steadily the more you work, in number and in power. The stones sing a siren song that appeals to some instinctual, animalistic part of yourself. A growing desire to take them, hold them, make them yours. It’s hypothesized that this is the very influence that attracted the animals to the stones in the first place. After a rash of attempted robberies and disappearances, you and another are tasked with guarding the Crest stones through the night. The strange curse upon the stones tempt you, but you must stay strong... [Grants Reason +1]

Frequently Asked Questions

How does the divided task board work?

This season’s mission is assigned to the Golden Deer muses. Therefore, tasks from the ‘Golden Deer Mission Task Board’ must be undertaken by someone that is affiliated with the Golden Deer house. However, they may choose to perform the task with someone who is not from their group as well. In logistical terms, this means that if you play a non-GD muse and want to do a mission task, you must ask someone who plays a Golden Deer muse to thread with you. All thread participants will still receive any skill point rewards.

Tasks from the ‘Non-Mission Task Board’ have no house restriction and can be undertaken by anyone.

These aren’t the only threads I can do, right?

Of course not! These are just prompts to help give some ideas of possibilities. You’re always free and encouraged to make up your own threads.

If my muse is not a Golden Deer muse, can I still write an open starter for the mission tasks?

Yes, but only the non-mission tasks. Your character must be affiliated with the Golden Deer to write an open starter for this season’s mission.

How do I claim the skill points?

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Can I only do one task?

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What if my partner leaves or drops a skill point thread?

If the dropped thread has at least 2 reblogs and you have hit at least 400 words on your end, you may still claim the skill point.

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What are tasks labeled [ NPCs Available ] ?

We are exploring the potential of incorporating interactable NPCs into certain mission boards and tasks. In these tasks, you will have the option to have an NPC accompany you in threads, acting as a source of information and playing an active role in your thread. NPCs will only participate during the duration of their task’s mission board. You may continue your threads after a mission’s end as normal, but the NPC will no longer be active. Please keep this in mind if you would like to incorporate an NPC.

Can I make a thread based off of the task without bringing in an NPC?

NPCs are optional and not required to pick up the task. In that case, this task can be treated like any other.

I want to incorporate an NPC into this thread. What do I do?

If you would like the NPC, please ping the mod roll in the plotting channel and list the thread’s participants (at least 2 muses) as well as any pre-plotting ideas you would like to incorporate in your thread. After you’re signed off, you can write the starter and begin the thread. For now, NPCs can participate either as a tupper in the server (allowing you to incorporate their actions and dialogue directly into your replies) or a side blog participating in the thread as an ‘additional muse’ (allowing for longer, potentially more in-depth replies). Choose whatever works best for you and your thread partner.

This task involves the following NPC:

Nessie: A member of the Knights of Seiros and wielder of the Relic-like Kavouras gauntlets. Run-ins with the Agarthans haven’t made a dent in her optimistic personality. Travels with Lockie, an aloof scenthound. First appeared in the lore event Labyrinth.

[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

Day 2: Stitches - Medi Whump May

Medi Whump May Masterlist

CWs: blood, stitches, minor whump, Supernatural

Note: this one's more of a kinda wholesome Supernatural whump fic, not super whumpy

Dean clutched his jacket to his side, grimacing as blood instantly seeped through and began to soak the material. "Crap, Sammy." He muttered.

"Come on, let's get you fixed up." Sam said.

He took Dean's arm over his shoulder and helped his older brother outside, where Dean collapsed against the wall of the warehouse.

Sam grabbed the supplies he needed from Baby's trunk and sat down beside Dean.

"I can do it myself." Dean grunted as Sam picked up the needle and sterilised it with his lighter.

"It's fine, Dean. Just keep pressure on it till I'm ready." Sam replied, getting the thread ready. "All right, shirt off."

Dean pulled the jacket away, and then gripped his shirt and tried to peel it off, wincing as he did so. Sam grabbed the material and helped ease his brother out of it. The knife wound wasn't incredibly deep compared to some of the brothers prior injuries, and Sam easily threaded the needle through and pulled tightly.

"Ow!" Dean grumbled.

"Sorry." Sam said, furrowing his brow as he focused on pulling the needle back through the other side of the wound to pull it closed, then continued the stitches.

"How many's it gonna need, Doc?" Dean asked.

"Uh.. a couple."

"Remind me to never land myself in your ER again " Dean groaned.

"Hey. Who's holding the pointy needle?" Sam reminded his jerk brother. A few minutes later, he pulled the needle through the last time and tied the stitches off. "Alright. All done."

"Thanks Sammy." Dean grumbled.

His brother taped a piece of gauze over the wound and helped him pull a fresh shirt back on, then pulled him to his feet.

"Alright." Dean moved towards the car, headed for the driver's side.

"Uh-uh." Sam shook his head, hand out for the keys.

"Come one, man!" Dean protested. "I'm fine to drive."

"Dean. Not only did I just give you fifteen stitches, you haven't slept in two days. Get in the passenger side."

"It was only like, ten." Dean mumbled as he threw Sam the keys to Baby and headed around to the passenger side.

"Nope. Fifteen. You passed out at ten." Sam said as he and Dean buckled their seatbelts.

"I did not!" Dean retorted.

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Jerk!"

"Bitch!"

The two brothers kept bickering asDean flicked on the music, the volume cranked to  maximum and blaring Highway to Hell as the '67 Impala pulled out of the warehouse driveway and turned onto the interstate.

@mediwhumpmay

[pick-em-pool]

WEEK 8

HELLO EVERYONE AND WELCOME BACK 👏👏👏 We are now HALFWAY through the FOURTH season of the NFL pick-em pool challenge! big money is on the line and some BIG moves have been made 🤑🤑🤑 let's see how everyone stacks up heading into the back half 🔙🔙🔙

VAL - 13 POINTS

It's a dark, dismal day. So overcast you can't tell the time, rain drizzling into streets lined by dilapidated row houses. Is this a scene from James Cameron's "The Terminator"? Nope, it's just a normal Tuesday in Pittsburgh 🤷‍♀️ BUT THIS TIME THERE IS A RAY OF SUNSHINE ☀☀☀ AND HER NAME IS VALERIE DAIGNEAULT ESQUIRE shining like a fiery, 13 point beacon 🚨 Can she bring this momentum in the second have of the year and take the crown this time?!?! ���👑👑

ABBY - 12 POINTS

Another fantastic showing by Abby means she is currently IN THE MONEY 💲💲💲 at 3rd place. She's famous for doing flips, dressing in animal print and calling it a costume for Halloween, and SCORING POINTS. I don't know how she does it, considering her entire household consists of a girl who has never watched an NFL game in her entire life and a dog with about 4 brain cells. Incredible! 🧠

JANIE - 12 POINTS

THANKFULLY Janie has finally strung together a few good weeks 💹 keeping her in the hunt for the money 💰 I was worried if the losing streak continued she'd start racking up larger and larger wine bills at Postinos 🍷🍷🍷 Invite me next time!

PEYTON - 11 POINTS

SOLID week for our new rental management guru 🏘🏠 He knows houses and he knows football 🏈

You call them vaulted ceilings, he calls them ceilings

You call it a bar, he calls it a minibar

You call it a crawl space, he calls it a 'hell no I ain't gonna fit in there'

You call it football, he calls it FREE MONEY 💰💰💰

JJ - 11 POINTS

JJ "Bobby Knight" Daigneault is on a roll! Now that he's got his looper machine he really has left behind the Boyz in the Back and gone solo 🎤🎤🎤 Are you ready for his first hit? "The willingness to sing is only superseded by the willingness to prepare to sing" 🎶🎶 Inspo board material right there 😢

LISA - 10 POINTS

She's holding on to her lead by a THREAD here 📏 will she be able to sustain the lead into the back half of the season??? 🤔 We doubt she's concerned about that right now, she's preparing for the weekend, November is Lisa's superbowl 😤 Daylight savings time is the ultimate championship for a professional sleeper like her - will she get 14 hours? 15 hours?! TIME WILL TELL 🛏🛏🛏🛏

RUSTY - 10 POINTS

FINALLY 🏁 For the FIRST time in nearly 7 weeks, our perennial caboose 🚂 is OUT of last place 🚨🚨🚨 Is this the start of the greatest 16 points comeback the work has ever seen??? Mmmmmm probably not 😐 BUT WHO KNOWS???!!! Everyone loves a good underdog story and I can't wait to see where Rusty ends up!

GABBY - 10 POINTS

10 points for our girl Gabby, not amazing, but not bad 👍 I think she could have done a little better but she has a rather frenetic social calendar to keep up:

JULIETTE - 5 POINTS

In honor of Halloween Juliette decided to be Tarzan and Jane 🌳🌳🌳 UNFORTUNATELY for her she channeled the brain of Tarzan and the brawn of Jane 🏋️‍♀️ This FIVE point performance was less Tarzan and more George of the Jungle, OOF 🤮https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119190/

Alrighty everyone CONGRATS on a great bounce back week (except Juliette) , glad to see everyone back at it (except JuJu). I'm looking forward to another GREAT week coming up (except Thomas the JuJu Train) 🚂🚂 see you all next time!

[hazelnut-u-out]

Ring of Fire - 2

sorry for the delay on this chapter lol. i have a drinking problem :3

anyway...

Synopsis:

Rick and Birdperson attempt to confront a Federation member of interest.

What could go wrong?

... Right?

-1580 words

(i should probably add a tw for blood)

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“You-You ever done this before?” Rick whispered over the boisterous music and tittering crowds that swarmed everything in the desert town, his back flush with the aged wooden exterior of the side of the Zorpantheon Rattle that led out into an empty back alley.

Rick scratched at the red bandanna covering the lower half of his face as the heat of his words warmed the fabric against his stubble, the muted sound similar to someone rubbing sandpaper along lumber.

Birdperson was hunched low to the ground to his right, peering around a stack of three dingy crates that sat near the grimy back exit of the bar.

Over top of their usual attire, the two men donned dark serapes. Rick’s more draped off of his willowy frame when in comparison to BP’s, whose worn garment matched both the shade of his ebony hat and the requisite set by his measurements. He kept his wings tucked closely to his broad shoulders, the plume at the ends playing along the gravel next to his russet boots and extending outward from the slits Rick had cut into the material of his clothing to allow his friend free range of movement.

“Staked out a Federation outpost during the Festival of the Blessed?” Birdperson quipped, an aura of agitation seeping from his tone. “Nope. This has got to be a first.”

He shot a glare over his shoulder towards Rick, narrowing his eyes and placing one calloused finger over where his mouth would be beneath his own bandanna, the black fabric speckled with red sand, in a ‘shushing’ motion.

Rick rolled his eyes, shrugging in feigned disinterest, but put one hand beneath his shawl to anxiously pick at the frayed thread that held the buttons along his blue shirt in place. Fire still lapped at his lower back from the night before, and he smiled a bit to himself despite the pain.

“I can barely hear you beneath that th-“

“Hush!” his companion hissed under his breath. He careened his chin outward and beckoned with his left hand for Rick to join him on the ground, moving one wing closer to his body to allow the other man a decent vantage point.

Rick obeyed, his tan armitas gently shuffling the stones beneath his knee. He placed one hand atop BP’s hefty shoulder as they peered around the crates.

Rick couldn’t help but notice the heat that ran between their bodies- his front pressed against the downy plumage of his partner’s wings- and it did little to tamp down the torrent of nervousness swarming his belly.

From their position on the ground, Rick watched as the door swung outward with a screech on flimsy hinges. Even more music, this tune jouncy and reminiscent of a swing-like piano piece, flooded the alleyway as it mingled with the gruff voices emanating from within.

Birdperson extended a finger in a slow gesture towards the door, as if too quick a movement would immediately reveal where they lay in wait.

“That’s him,” Birdperson whispered as a tall Gromflomite- decked in white and black speckled armitas, an intricately embroidered emerald button-front, and a chestnut cattlman- stumbled out of the bar with a raucous laugh.

Alone.

Despite the unsteady clack of his smokey pointed toes upon the gravel and the whiskey infused drool dripping freely from his twitching mandibles, an idiot could decipher his wealth.

Golden accents glistened along his hat band in the afternoon sun, matching the glint of his spurs, as the door swung shut with the telltale smack of wood against itself. Two guns- presumably laser-based - rested in their respective holsters on each of his hips, and his extravagant belt buckle made a jingling sound against the metal tassels hanging from his red vest as he clumsily fumbled with his pants.

The Gromflomite’s whistles slithered along the desert air, the hiss of urine coating stone joining the dissonance as BP drew his own gun from beneath his serape.

“Remember, Sanchez. We need him alive.”

It was another breath before he made his move, jumping out from behind the crates and- in two swift strides- placed one arm around the bug’s neck and the barrel of his gun against the glassy exoskeleton of his temple.

Rick watched as the alien went as stiff as his intoxicated body would allow, calmly tucking himself back into his slacks as his stream fizzled out.

Rick followed his counterpart’s actions with only a half-second’s hesitation- his mind still lingering somewhere between the fleeting warmth of his friend’s shoulder on his fingertips and the soft scratch of feathers along his cheek. His lithe hand closed around his gun, removing it from its holster in a fluid movement, similar to how one would expect a hero to draw his blade from its sheath. He heard his own spurs crackle to life with his maneuver.

Rick’s stance was domineering, dominating the alley with his hips forward and his shoulders leaned back. His eyes were narrowed and his gun lay lethal in his grip.

He watched as Birdperson turned around roughly, dragging the Gromflomite unceremoniously to his front to face Rick.

Rick watched an odd expression of realization flash along the glossy red of the insect’s eyes as he met Rick’s stare, the bandanna suddenly feeling like one too many layers to breathe through.

“Not very bright, are we, boys?” the alien drawled sweetly, something sickly and rotten hanging from the tacky syllables.

BP’s stare met his own, fatal and heavy.

“Take his belt off,” he said coolly.

Rick nodded, swallowing around a leaden tongue as he closed the distance between himself and the pair. Dropping to his knees, he shot a calculating glance upwards before reaching his free hand up and stripping the belt away with ease. The smell of urine and stale liquor wafted from the movement and Rick suppressed a gag.

Is that how he smelled all the time?

No wonder only two Warekins out of dozens had taken him up on the offer.

“Oh, I like where this is going,” the Gromflomite murmured, pushing his hips forward a bit. “I might not even tell.”

Rick cringed- pushing himself up, stepping back, and tossing the belt to the side.

“I don’t care for bug dick,” he spat. “I like ‘em saltier.”

“What a shame,” the invertebrate replied, his tone losing any sort of facetious pleasantry he’d sewn along its edges as the other man released him and walked backward slowly- his muscular arm extended in a taut line. “I coulda been sweet.”

BP found purchase a few paces to Rick’s left, almost tucking the smaller of the two behind his wingspan as it fanned out, blocking the rays of the setting sun from creeping over the edge of the tin roofs and casting a deep shade over the alcove.

The men stood as twin pillars of stoic aim- one winged and burly, the other wilting bone and sinew- as the atmosphere’s churning seemed to chill in the range of their weighty stares.

“Tell me where they are,” Birdperson demanded, his timbre disturbingly unmoved.

“Remind me who we’re speakin’ of, would ya?” The Gromflomite moved his hands behind his back and swayed, as if mimicking how he thought innocence might present itself in more humanoid species.

“The others.”

Rick could tell that both men were well aware of the ‘others’ in question-

The ones who had eviscerated his companion’s people.

Something in Rick’s stomach went flat, and he knew something was off. Something about their enemy’s stance…

“Pers, I-“

“Where. Are. They.” BP punctuated each word with a step towards the insect- three distinct paces- pinning him against the wall.

It wasn’t a question, the ‘click’ of his thumb cocking his gun beneath the alien’s chin all that was needed to solidify it as a command.

They needn’t a mountain or slabs of stone to know who spoke for the divine in that moment.

It was as if time slowed when the bug moved, the gleam of a metal barrel catching the light between the two for only a brief moment as one wiry arm flew from behind his hardened abdomen.

Rick didn’t have time to think before his friend was thrown back with the force of the impact, crimson seeping along the back of the white feathers of his left wing.

His cry pierced through the thick cloud of idle noise as he collapsed to the ground, dropping his weapon and splaying his hand along the feathered appendage.

Rick couldn’t breathe- or didn’t take the time to.

It was hard to tell where the blood was coming from, all of his companion seemed to bathe in it, and it took less than a blink for Rick to tackle the Gromflomite to the ground- the bug’s cattleman skittering off and landing at the creeping edge of the scarlet puddle.

It was Rick’s turn to use his staff to determine the word of God, and he pushed the insect’s clattering mandibles into the sandy grit beneath him callously with his pistol.

Rick drove his knee down into the alien’s back as it flailed and twitched, clawing fruitlessly at the ground and stirring up little swirls of dust.

“Any last words?” Rick murmured coldly, leaning down to breathe along the writhing neck below him, and the insect froze.

“Rick!” BP spluttered, trying to crawl his way over to the scuffle in front of him, but crumpling over in another wail of pain. “Alive!”

“Say ‘hi’ to your daughter for me,” the bug spat.

“Please…” Rick thought he might have heard his counterpart sigh breathily- desperately.

Rick pulled the trigger.

Birdperson's eyes were wide, his lids quivering as he let himself collapse fully to the gore-painted ground.

"You... You killed him."

Something inside of Rick broke.

What had he done?

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[theliterarywolf]

Someone should make a video essay how this constant nit picking and micro managing of LGBTQA content is probably what lead to a series like "boyfriends". I swear, you constantly get shit on for doing anything "problematique" with LGBTQA characters, to the point where one wrong line, and someone will come out of the wood work to talk shit about you because in their subjective opinion "that's not how someone from the LGBTQA would act!" EVEN IF YOU'RE PART OF THE LGBTQA, even more ridiculous when you are the specific sexuality/gender you're writing about. It has basically lead to only the most basic content, with no plot or stakes becoming bigger and bigger. It's like people WANT stories with LGBTQA people in it, but only if they never get put into actual stories with... well, plot. Just an empty shell. I'm not surprised that foreign LGBTQA content is more well liked, and enjoyed than anything from the West. Like, I can't even remember a single notable LGBTQA story from the West that got even close to some of the foreign stories I've seen and read.

Now, to be fair, I will bring up the perspective of if you're making a piece of media and you promote six ways to Sunday about its strong, respectable LGBTA rep that completely changes the game on how such characters are written... And said character is an offensive slur that makes the LGBTA people in your audience go 'Just call me a slur already; it would be easier for the both of us' Or if you do have an LGBTA character in your piece of media but they're nothing more than Brian Griffin with a neon-blue undercut (i.e.: a creator's blatant self-insert who only exists to spout out sanctimonious dribble about being LGBTA) Then, yes, in those cases the people who shout "that's not how an LGBTA person would act!" are justified in calling it out.

However, everything else with this submission is spot-on. To this day, everytime I see someone talking about compelling books with gay leads and someone brings up Captive Prince, the thread immediately delves into 'Nope! Not acceptable! That book is shitty and racist and problematic!'

... As if something that's called 'CAPTIVE PRINCE' doesn't already tell you that there's going to be some questionable material for the sake of NARRATIVE and THEME.

But, yes: people swear up and down that they want more media with LGBTA characters as the focus but they're too far gone in the mindset of 'oh, but I don't want anything bad to happen to them ever' that a lot of what ends up becoming popular is the equivalent of a piece of Styrofoam spritzed with cotton candy unicorn perfume.

Is mindless fluff fine? Yes, some people engage with that media in order to destress or just feel good at the end of long days. But it can't be the only kind of LGBTA content out there because, at the end of the day, those who insist otherwise are almost presenting the image that LGBTA people can't handle conflict.

[automaticneon]

Hunting Season

Helmut Zemo X Fem!Reader

Summary: Going into hiding isn’t easy, and you and Zemo have to find new ways to entertain yourselves. Your Baron wants to introduce you to something a little different today.

Warnings: Very not safe for tumblr lmao. BratTamer!Zemo comes out in full force, inappropriate use of a riding crop, impact play, Zemo in leather gloves (that deserves its own warning in my opinion), oral (fem receiving) but with ✨added spice✨

When your new partner Zemo had said that you were going to have to lay low for a while, there was evidently an error in communication.

You see in your world flying under the radar meant months travelling between safehouses and run-down apartments, living out of your rucksack and calculating how long you could make your rations last before you had to emerge to restock. 

In Zemo’s world that meant something entirely different.

After his escape in Riga the two of you had rendezvoused and begun the long drive to Austria, hesitant to take the jet out of fear the Dora Milaje would be keeping tabs on it. After two days of driving and an overnight stop in Poland the two of you had finally arrived at the location Helmut had deemed sensible for your hiding place. 

A sprawling country manor somewhere between Vienna and Graz. 

“I inherited it from my mothers side,” he told you when you first entered the light airy entry hallway, as if it was a common occurrence that someone would inherit such a place.

It was times like these that you were reminded that you and Helmut were not cut from the same cloth, he was a literal Baron and you were only an agent of S.H.E.I.L.D. 

Had been. You had been an agent of S.H.E.I.L.D. You were now technically a fugitive of the law, wanted for aiding and abetting the escape of your criminal boyfriend.

It took a lot of time to adjust to your new life in the manor, but Zemo was ever so patient with you. He never berated you for getting lost in the long hallways, was always patient when you asked about the difference between a Baron and an Earl, and humoured you when you quizzed him about the events frequented by aristocracy. 

Eventually you began to feel at home. You and Helmut fell into a happy routine of exploring the house and grounds and enjoying each others company. 

Of course these activities were all interspersed with a healthy dose of fucking. Frantic, groping sex hiding behind marble statues in the sculpture gallery, giving fashion shows to Zemo in all the new clothes he bought you just so he could tear them off you again, kneeling between his thighs in the parlour whilst he enjoyed his evening whisky. 

The two of you couldn’t get enough of each other.

“I should take you to see the stables tomorrow” he muses one night, trailing the tips of his fingers over your exposed back  “I want you to meet the horses before I take you out one”

“You should know then that I can’t ride to save my life” you warn.

An amused smile spreads across Zemo’s tired face.

“I beg to differ” he quips roguishly, breaking out into a smug laugh when you slap his chest in admonishment, 

“Don’t be crude, I’m being serious!”

“And so am I, you broke me tonight my love. You can be a cruel mistress when you want to be” he says, pressing a tender kiss on the top of your head.

“I learnt from the best” you say, and return the kiss with a brief peck against his chest.

“And I’m sure you’ll learn a lot more”

-

The sun over the grounds the next morning was bright and crisp, dispelling the mist from the lake and leaving behind a pleasant climate for your walk.

“You look lovely,” Zemo says as you meet him in the entry hall. He’s fixing the lapels of his long brown overcoat in one of the ornate mirrors and his warm eyes find the reflection of yours as you approach from behind. He picks up his trusty pair of worn leather gloves and slides them on, flexing his fingers to soften the material.

Ever the gentleman he offers you the crook of his arm.

“Shall we?”

-

The two of you make pleasant conversation as Zemo leads you through the grounds of the estate. Today he’s full of promises about the future, it warms you to know he intends to make this last.

“I should take you into Vienna soon, I know a place where they perform Mozart by candlelight”

“Have you been to any races before? We could visit Monaco, or perhaps somewhere in Spain would be less conspicuous”

“I promise we won’t always have to hide like this”

The stable was an old building, as old as the house, but impeccably well maintained. The stalls, of which many were empty, were arranged around a courtyard and as you wondered around the perimeter Zemo pointed to the various amenities.

“Back when we still hosted the hunting season this place would have been filled with horses. My mothers side of the family took great pride in their collection” he said as you stopped to pet the nose of a great black horse.

“You hunt?” 

“Not personally, my parents were fans of the tradition of it all”  he says, his gloves creaking as he flexes his fingers “I joined the army very young. I suppose when you start killing out of necessity, killing for sport becomes somewhat repugnant.” 

You knew very little about Zemo’s time in the army. From what you could gather it had been a particulalry unpleasant time in his life, one born from a sense of duty to his country and a need to establish his place in the world before he took up the mantle of Baron. 

Helmut’s aversion to hunting didn’t seem to impact his care towards the horses, he told you each of their names and ages and you admired how healthy and shiny their coats looked. 

As you walked he kept a hand on the back of your neck, a possessive little gesture that he had taken to recently. The warm leather of his gloves a relaxing presence as he lead you through the tack room, a clean and chalky white room with a high vaulted ceiling. Your footsteps echoed on the stone floors as you admired the expensive riding gear mounted on the wall, stopping at a collection of leather riding crops.

“Oh Baron,” you teased, plucking one from the wall “very kinky” 

Helmut gave you a lazy smile as you reached out and tapped the flat end of the crop against his cheek, huffing out a little laugh before taking it from you. 

“Careful there my love, you could do real damage with that.”

You laugh and move to perch on the sturdy wooden worktable in the centre of the room.

“As if I’d ever want to hurt your pretty face, Helmut” 

“I’m flattered, but it’s hardly a matter of if you’d want to,” he says, fixated on tapping the crop in his open palm “you need good training to use these properly.”

You narrow your eyes. You’re fairly sure that he’s sizing you up right now, trying to figure out if you’re down for whatever it is he has planned. 

You decide to bite the bait.

“Do you think you’re well trained, Baron?” 

For a fraction of a second he doesn’t respond, keeping you trapped in his levelled gaze instead. His nostrils flare and he puffs his chest ever so slightly.

“Get up,” he says in a tone that verges on cold. 

You obey, but the sparkle of a challenge still glints in the deep of your eyes. If Zemo notices he doesn’t make it known, simply clenching his jaw as you come to stand before him.

“Turn around and put your hands on the table,” he instructs, and you can feel his gaze on you as you comply. 

“We’re going to try something new today. You can always say no if you want to,” he says, placing his hand between your shoulder blades and pushing, bending you slightly over the table.

Experimenting wasn’t anything new with you and Zemo, over the last few months the two of you had tried just about everything that took your fancy in the bedroom. You were fairly sure you knew what he had planned, particularly from the way he was using the riding crop to tease the inside of your leg, but you still wanted him to say it out loud.

“What do you have planned?” you ask, and your voice gives out just a little when Helmut uses the crop to make the tiniest slap against your leg.

“Five hits. If you can take five hits I’ll give you something special in return” he says, lifting the hem of your floaty skirt with the crop until it rests on the small of your back and leaves you exposed to him.

You know he’d give you something in return no matter what happened. If you noped-out after one swat? No problem. You had complete faith in this man to make sure you stayed happy and satisfied and so you arch your back a little in anticipation. 

Helmut smooths his gloved hand over the globe of your ass, lulling you into a soothed state before stepping back. You don’t look back at him; the silence and the tantalizing suspense only adding to the excitement growing between your legs.

You register the sound of the hit before you register the pain.

The soft whoosh and harsh crack echoes around the high ceilings and bounces off the white-washed walls. It’s not a strong hit, barely even a swat. Zemo had used more force with regular spanks before yet the harsh bite of the leather crop still startles you.

“Alright?” He asks, and finally you turn your head to face him.

A rogue strand of hair dangles over his forehead and his pupils have blown to swallow up his hazel eyes. Helmut looked as though he was holding onto his sanity by a thread, and that was a thread you wanted to break. 

You nod, not trusting your voice to remain levelled and instead turn to face forward again to await the second hit. 

The next swat was just the same as the first, but with the now tender condition of your skin it hurt slightly more. The third was ever so slightly harder, forcing a yelp out of you and making your nails dig into the wooden table. 

Zemo puts down the crop for a moment, coming to stand behind you and hovering his hand over the welts you’re sure are forming on your ass. You peer over your shoulder at him, watching the way his breath comes in quick pants as he examines his handiwork.

His eyes flit up to briefly meet yours before using his teeth to pull off one of his leather gloves and he tentatively brings his fingers between your legs, careful not to touch the tender flesh of your rear. His fingertips gently run along the clothed seam of your pussy, feeling the way your arousal is soaking your underwear.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he quizzes as you tremble under his touch. His fingers find your clit through the fabric and begin to circle it, letting out a low chuckle the way you moan and slouch at the contact. 

“God your wet,” he berates, and that momentarily sated spark reignites at his tone. 

“I’d be a lot wetter if you actually put your back into it” you quip, and Helmut’s fingers still. You keep pushing.

 “I assumed you were trained well with these. I guess I was wrong” 

Your Baron doesn’t respond, and you can practically hear the last strands of his self restraint snapping. 

Grabbing his discarded glove, Zemo presses himself against you fully, using his weight to pin you down against the table. The expensive material of his trousers rub against the sore skin of your ass, and you can feel his arousal pressed into you as he uses one hand to grasp your jaw.

“You’re going to regret that, мали зека” he warns against your ear, tightening his grip to force your mouth open and stuff it with his leather glove. 

Zemo steps back, pulling his other glove off and pressing it into your palm.

“You drop that glove and this all stops. If you don’t, then I don’t want to hear anything else from that smart mouth” he says, picking up the crop and taking his place again. 

You love it when he gets like this. When you’ve broken down that cool and collected exterior you know that both you and your pussy will be paying for it for days to come. Not that you have a single complaint about that, though.

The next hit catches you entirely off guard. It’s much harder, causing your skin to warm instantly and your body to jolt against the table. Helmut waits, probably to see if you drop the glove.

When you don’t he delivers the final hit, so harsh that the tears pooling in your eyes spill over, trailing down your cheeks and mixing with the drool that has begun to dribble from the corner of your gagged mouth. 

You don’t realise that your face had pressed itself against the table-top until Helmut is pulling you back up. He pulls the glove from your mouth, using one had to smooth your hair away from your face in a soothing gesture. 

“It’s over,” He says, pressing his lips to yours in a frenzied kiss “you did so well.”

He shrugs off his coat, placing the material on the table and guiding your head back down, giving you a soft place to rest your head.

“Do you want your reward?” he asks, stepping back behind you again.

“Uh-huh” you nod against the soft coat, all of the fight had been drained from your body, evidently the ability to speak had gone with it too.

You feel as Helmut slowly pulls your underwear over the curve of your ass and down your legs, shushing you softly when you whine over the soreness of your skin. He nudges your feet apart, and you feel him kneeling down behind you. 

His hands find purchase around your waist, and he presses a kiss to the skin of your ass, being careful to find a place that doesn’t have any welts. His breath fans across your skin as he moves to press a kiss directly on your pussy, pulling away to listen to your breathy sigh. After the pain, soft and pure pleasure felt so good. 

Helmut buries himself into the warm wetness, feasting on your pussy whilst you moan into his coat. His signature smell clings to the fabric and fills your nose, fisting your hands into the silky lining you pull the coat closer to you.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly he manages to make you cum like this. All he has to do is bring one of his fingers to circle your fluttering, soaked hole and he has you falling apart on his tongue. 

He holds you up as you practically sob into his coat, pressing fleeting kisses against your swollen pussy until your aftershocks stop. Helmut raises to his feet, gently pulling up your underwear and fixing your skirt, trailing kisses up your back until he reaches your head.

“How was that?” he asks, his voice quiet and tender.

“Good,” you push yourself up from the table shakily, letting Helmut keep his hands on your arms to keep you upright “you’re waiting on me hand and foot for the rest of the week though” 

Helmut laughs, picking up his jacket and draping it over your shoulders.

“Of course,” he says, pulling you in for a tender kiss “your wish is my command”

You kiss him back, smiling into the embrace as a few ideas for revenge spring to mind.

[jean-kayak]

Highlight Of The Summer

Summary: You’re staying with your cousin for the summer, and it turns out to be the best decision you’ve ever made

OR

The four times you tease Matsukawa and the one time he pays you back

Pairing: Matsukawa Issei x black!fem!reader

Warnings: a whole lot of sexual tension, sexual tendencies, use of drugs: weed, shotgunning, a whole lot of teasing, (smut 18+!!), unprotected sex (stay safe out there dudes!), fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (m. receiving), throat fucking, ass slapping, daddy kink, nipple play, little fluff and aftercare at the end LMAO

Word Count: 5,847 (words of just filth)

A/N: I don’t know if y’all know, but I am a WHORE for Mattsun, so please enjoy this for you fellow people who agree with me. Also, this was wayyy longer than I thought it was going to be, but whew chile I got flustered just writing it lmao, so here y’all go. P.S: I also mention something about a sleep bra? Like a bra that’s not a bra bra but it’s not a sports bra either?? Idk what it’s called so, I just called it a sleep bra lol

PART TWO//PART THREE

"I forgot to mention, I need to warn you, dude," Hanamaki speaks up as he passes the ball to Matsukawa, who continues peppering, but now there's a confused look on his face.

"Warn me about what?" he questions playfully, spiking a controlled ball to Makki.

"My cousin's coming into town, and she’s staying the whole summer." Makki's words show that he's annoyed, and Mattsun chuckles.

"Okay. Still doesn't tell explain why you had to warn me."

"She's crazy, man. And gets on my last nerve." Mattsun chuckles again at his best friend's opinion. He goes to respond, but a voice stops him before he can speak.

"Hiro!!" Hanamaki catches the ball as his head drops as he lets out a groan. Mattsun watches a figure run up behind Makki, and they wrap an arm around his shoulders, catching him off guard as his body falls forward slightly. "How's my favorite cuzzo doing, huh?"

"Was doing just fine until you came," he spits, and you laugh.

"Oh, come on, cuz, don't be like that. I know you love me deep down, don't fight it." You laugh again when he throws your arm off his shoulders, and your laugh stops when you land on the guy standing a few feet away from him. "Now, Hiro, why didn't you tell me that you had hot friends?"

Mattsun feels his face heat up at your sudden compliment as he lets out a choked laugh. You walk forward a bit as you start talking. "I'm l/n f/n, but I'm willing to change my last name to yours. Care to tell me what it is?"

You finish with a smirk, and you can help but feel more confident when he gives you a slow once over. "Ma--"

"None of your business," Makki cuts him off, and you roll your eyes as you turn to him.

"Oh, come on, man, don't be like that. I'm gonna find out anyway because I'm gonna be staying with you." His eyes widen at your statement as you smile widely at him. "Oh, you didn't hear? Our moms thought it was a good idea to let me stay with you. For the whole summer." You pause before saying the last sentence for dramatic effect, and your smile doesn't falter as Hanamaki's scowl gets deeper.

"You have to be fucking with me right now," he says, and you shake your head eagerly, knowing that he can't refuse.

"Nope. I'll go get my bags from the car." You bound over towards him, wrapping your arm around his shoulders before rubbing the top of his head with your fist. "This is going to be so much fun," you say excitedly, and he shoves you off of him.

You chuckle and start to walk off to your car, but not before you send a wink to the hot guy standing in front of you.

You bounce happily to your car, and Makki lets out a tired sigh as he fixes his hair, his face showing how pissed he is when he looks at Mattsun, making him chuckle. "She's...something."

"ONE more game, alright?" Makki pleads, and Mattsun rolls his eyes but gives in.

"Fine." Mattsun's phone dings twice and he picks it up quickly before Makki can see the screen.

"Someone important?" he jokes, and Mattsun doesn't look him in the eye as he struggles to find an answer. "You gonna tell me who it is?" Mattsun gives him a look that tells it all, and Makki scoffs. "How'd she get your number?"

"From your phone obviously, Hiro," you bud in, your face right next to Makki's as he jumps away from you. "You know your phone password is really easy. You should change that."

"What did you do?" he asks, and you wave him off as you stand upright behind the couch.

"Oh, relax, just his number...and I sent a few selfies of you to myself." Makki scoffs again as he turns to look at you. "You know, to post for your birthday."

Makki releases an angry sigh as he stands, mumbling something about going to the bathroom, and you roll your eyes at his dramatics as you smile.

You glance at Mattsun, who's not looking your way, and a devilish smirk makes it way onto your face as an idea comes to your mind, your core pulsing at the idea of it.

"You know, Hiro always loved to collect movies," you say out loud, more to yourself, testing how he reacts.

"Yeah, it's gotten bigger since I've last seen it," he responds easily, and you hum as you walk around the couch, making your way towards the entertainment center around the TV full of movies.

"It's been a while since I've seen it, but it's definitely grown since then." When you get to the entertainment center, you bend over to look at the movies on the lower shelves when you hear Mattsun's breath hitch behind you.

You know that these are a shorter pair of your shorts, you must've put these in the dryer by accident, and you can feel that a good portion of your ass is out, and the fact that you know he's watching you, sends a jolt right down to your core.

You don't know what it is about this guy, but teasing him riles you so easily that you can feel your juices staining your shorts. You bend over a little further, and your smirk widens when you hear a muffled groan come from behind you.

When you hear footsteps coming from the hallway, you stand back up and turn around, the both of you keeping your eyes on each other as you walk towards the couch just as Makki is coming into the living room.

Makki sits where he was sitting, his attention still on his phone, and you walk to the back of the couch, leaning down next to Mattsun's ear, the one that Hiro can't see.

"If it wasn't obvious," you whisper just loud enough for him to hear, "that wet spot was for you." Your tongue darts out to touch his earlobe, pulling on it lightly with your teeth, chuckling softly when you see his hands grip the controller harder.

You stand up and start walking out of the living room. "Make sure you guys keep the noise down, 'kay?" you say as you disappear down the hallway.

Meanwhile, Mattsun's solely focusing on not getting a boner with his best friend right next to him. "She say something nasty to you?" Makki speaks up, making Mattsun jump.

"W-What?"

"Yeah, sorry about that. She's always saying some out of pocket shit." Makki clearly doesn't understand what kind of out of pocket statement you just said to him, and he clears his throat as he nods, thinking about anything but you as he tries to control himself.

TWO sounds come from behind you as you're sitting in the backyard. A sliding door and footsteps coming closer to you. "I'd knew you'd join me sooner or later."

He chuckles. "Yeah, well, I wanted to see what your definition of 'surprise' was."

You laugh lightly as you reveal your surprise without looking at Mattsun, the little plastic bag in your hand.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"Yep," you respond, popping the 'p' as you turn to him. "Found Hiro's secret stash. Wanted a smoke buddy. You down?"

You look back at him, and he shrugs saying fuck it as he sits in the lounge chair next to yours. You roll the first one, putting it in your mouth as you flick the lighter. You take the first drag, coughing a little as you blow out the smoke. "Damn. Should've known that Hiro had the strong stuff."

You pass it to Mattsun who does the same as you before passing it back to you. You both pass it back and forth two more times before you speak again. "You ever shotgunned before?" you ask, your brain already feeling like it's slowing down. He keeps his eyes on you as he shakes his head slowly.

"Wanna try?" He thinks about it for a second before nodding once. You clumsily find your way to get up without dropping the blunt and walk over to where he's sitting. You rest your free hand on his shoulder as you lift one leg, moving it to the other side of the chair as you straddle him.

You bite your lip as you sit on his lap, feeling him through the thin material of both of your shorts. His hands find purchase on your waist, his fingers rubbing on the exposed skin under your crop top.

You keep your eyes on his as you pull from the blunt, and your other hand finds the back of his head, your fingers threading through his hair as you bring his head closer, your lips dangerously close to touching.

You breathe out, both of you watching the smoke go from your mouth to his. You watch as he breathes in then tilts his head up to breathe the smoke out. He blinks slowly as he tilts his head back down, both of you maintaining eye contact as he grabs the blunt out of your hand.

You watch as he takes a hit, and one of his hands runs up your back to grab at your neck, a shiver running through your spine the opposite way. He pulls your head down, lips brushing against each other as he exhales into your mouth.

You inhale deeply, lifting your head as you breathe the smoke out. You look back down, keeping your head in the same position, making your lips touch again. "I noticed that you sometimes sleep on the couch," you speak up, your lips keeping close contact, you're almost kissing him.

"Well, the bed I usually sleep in is taken," he quips back, and you lean into his ear.

"You could always join me. I don't bite," you whisper, and you roll your hips forward, and you don't miss the way he releases a shaky breath in your ear, the sound going south easily. "Whaddya say?"

"THREE scoops of ice cream should be enough," you say to yourself as you put the top back on the ice cream container, placing it in the freezer.

You grab a spoon from one of the drawers and find a seat at the island in the kitchen. You're halfway through your ice cream when you hear footsteps coming into the kitchen. "Who eats ice cream at three in the morning?"

You smile at the question as you dig into your ice cream. "Me. What about it?" The owner of the voice walks into your view, standing on the other side of the island. "I didn't wake you, did I?"

He shakes his head. "Nah, I couldn't go to sleep anyway," Mattsun answers honestly. He hasn't been able to sleep well every time he's over here. You suddenly filling up every one of his desires. But one day, he's going to get back at you. The more you tease him, the more he gets riled up.

"Want some?" you ask, sticking the spoon in your mouth and dragging it out slowly, his eyes never leaving your mouth. He nods silently, and you put some ice cream on the spoon, moving the spoon towards his mouth.

He grabs your hand, moving the spoon towards his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours. He slowly pulls the spoon out of his mouth, letting go of your hand. "Tastes really good." He stands up, leaning over the counter. "And you've got some," he reaches his hand out, his thumb gliding over your bottom lip. "Right there."

He puts his thumb in his mouth, licking it clean before he smirks at you. Two can play at this game.

You grab his hand, leading it over top of your bowl. "And you've got some," you dip his finger into some of the melted ice cream. "Right there."

You coat it in the creamy liquid before lifting it up to your mouth. Staring right at him, you put the digit in your mouth, tongue flicking all around it, making sure you get all of it off.

He lets out a garbled 'fuck' and you pop the finger out of your mouth, giving him a proud smirk.

"FOUR pancakes? You're gonna eat four pancakes at once?" Mattsun asks his pink-haired friend as said friend stacks them on his plate.

"Yeah, I am," he deadpans, "and you better go wake Y/N up or else she's not getting anything." Makki takes the plate, walking out of the kitchen as Mattsun takes a deep breath as he walks to your room.

He knocks on the door, and when he doesn't get a response, he cracks open the door to see you on your stomach, covers sprawled out everywhere. He lets out a small huff as he smiles, walking towards your sleeping figure.

He can't help it, and the first thing he does is rake his eyes down your body, one leg bent at the knee, the other one straightened out. Your shorts have come up in your sleep, your butt on display, and Mattsun diverts his eyes as he calls your name.

You don't respond, and he leans down to shake you gently. You turn your head, and he can see that your eyes are still closed. "Y/N." He says your name a little louder, shaking you a little harder.

You stir and your eyes open slightly, a sleepy smile coming onto your face when they land on him. "Hey, Issei." You take a deep breath, and Matsukawa ignores the way your sleepy voice saying his name makes him feel. "What's up?"

Your legs switch positions, making your ass shake from the movement, and he wills himself not to look. "Makki made pancakes," is all he can manage to get out, and you roll over on your side to stretch, but that doesn't make things better for Mattsun. Your boobs falling out of the sleep bra you're wearing.

He looks away, willing the thoughts to go away as you stand up, fixing your clothes as you yawn. "You're not gonna put a shirt on?" he asks as you head for the door, and you wave him off.

"Nah, it's too hot. And you like the view too, so..." You trail off, walking out the room as Matsukawa's face turns red.

He takes another deep breath as he follows after you, and you've already made a plate. "Jeez, Y/N, couldn't you put some clothes on?" Hiro complains from his place on the couch and you shrug.

"Well, when you stop turning off the air conditioning during the hottest day of the summer, I would have some clothes on." You pour syrup over your pancakes, and when you see Mattsun watching you, you slide out of your cousin's view.

You put the syrup down before dipping your fingers in the pile of syrup that dripped down from the pancakes onto your plate. You coat them in syrup, lifting your fingers up in front of your mouth, spreading them apart watching the strings connect your fingers.

You look right at him as you stick your fingers in your mouth, and as much as he needs to, he can't look away, and he's teetering on the edge of a dangerous cliff. You see his fists clench as he pushes his lower half into the island.

You pull your fingers out when they're clean, and you walk towards him, setting the bottle of syrup next to his plate. "Seems like you've got a problem there. Let me know if I can help." You walk out, sending him a wink over your shoulder, and he waits until you're out of view to slam his head onto the counter.

"FIVE minutes until what?" Makki asks into his phone, and you see his face drop before he slaps a palm on his forehead. "Shit, that's today? Okay okay, relax, I'll be there in like fifteen." He hangs up the phone, and you watch as he runs into his room, and when he comes out, he dressed a little more formally.

"Wow, who are you getting all dressed up for?" you ask, spreading out on the couch.

"I forgot about this thing my friend wanted me to attend to." He makes sure he has everything before booking it to the door, but not before he turns to you. "Y/N, please behave."

You roll your eyes. "Sure thing, Dad. Have fun." And he leaves.

You lay down on your back on the couch, humming a tune to a song you can't bring yourself to remember the name of when you hear Mattsun walk in. He's shirtless and you assume he just took a shower because he has a towel resting around his neck.

"Did Makki just leave?" he asks you, standing behind the couch, and you nod.

"Yeah, had to do something for a friend. Probably won't be back for a few hours." You put one arm behind your head, the other resting on your stomach as you shift a little, making yourself a little bit more comfortable.

Mattsun's eyes drag down your body, and you feel your body ignite under his gaze. You watch as he walks around the couch, standing where he's looming over you. "Need something?" you ask, and there's a different look in his eyes.

"Stand up." His voice is deeper, darker than it usually is, but you don't move. "I won't tell you again." You don't admit that this new sounding voice makes your core beat in excitement, but you stand anyway, standing right in front of him.

He gives you a smirk that nearly makes your knees go weak, and he steps beside you, taking the towel from around his neck and spreading it out over the couch. You raise an eyebrow, and when he turns around, you go to speak, but he wraps his hand around the back of your neck, crashing his lips onto yours.

You squeak in surprise, but it's easily swallowed as Mattsun kisses your mouth hungrily. His other hand palms your ass, gripping it tightly as he pulls you flush against him. When you gasp, he shoves his tongue in your mouth as your hands find their way onto his broad shoulders.

He breaks the kiss, and it takes you a while to come back to your senses, your head dizzy with lust as you catch your breath. "I don't think you can take it," he says into your neck as he starts planting hot, open mouth kisses, stopping at the bottom of your neck, grabbing the skin there with his teeth, making you hiss.

"T-Take, what?" Your brain is barely keeping up with his words, only focused on what his mouth is doing. You hear him chuckle against your skin as he moves to the other side of your neck, both of his hands now on your ass, and he presses you against him even more, and you can feel his erection digging into your thigh as you let out a quiet moan.

"This dick," he tells you bluntly, and he lifts his head up. Now that he's not on your neck, your head is a little clearer, and you chuckle softly as you raise an eyebrow at him.

"Oh? Confident in your skills I see." You start to drag a hand down his ridiculously toned torso as you start talking. "I've never been one to back down from a challenge." You feel your mouth drop open when you feel how big it is, and Mattsun huffs at you.

"You sure? You don't sound very convincing." You erase the initial look of surprise on your face, replacing it with a confident smirk, making him raise his eyebrows at you. Before you can say anything else, he's spinning the both of you around, pushing you so you're sitting on the couch, the obvious tent in his shorts in your eye line.

You rake your eyes done his naked upper half, eyes zeroing in on the happy trail that disappears into his shorts. He shoves his shorts down his legs, his cock flinging up, hitting his stomach, and your eyes widen when you see his size. He's huge. He's bigger than anyone you've taken, and at your reaction, he smiles. "I thought you don't back down from a challenge?" he picks at you, and lick your bottom lip as you smirk.

You lean forward, taking him in your hand, and you can feel how heavy he is as you guide him towards your mouth, tracing a thick vein with your tongue up the side of his length. You hear let out a deep sigh before you take him into your mouth, and you don't even have him halfway in when you feel your gag reflex surfacing. You try to use your hand on the rest of him that's not in your mouth, but he pushes your hand away.

"Nuh-uh. You can be a big girl and use your mouth," he tells you, and you start to sink further down. "Fuck," he whispers harshly, and his hand finds its way to your hair, and you close your eyes as his grip tightens. He starts to push your head further down his length until your nose is brushing those soft curls. "Shit, your mouth is good for something other than being a tease, who knew?"

He starts thrusting into your mouth, and you relax your jaw as you breathe through your nose, your hands digging into the thick flesh of his thighs, and he hisses at the feeling. The noises he's making are making you even more aroused, and one of your hands leaves his thigh to try to give you some release, but he stops you once again. "Don't you fucking touch yourself. Do it, and you won't, fuck, won't get to cum at all. Shit." You attempt to whimper around his length, the vibration sending a chill down his spine as he feels himself getting closer.

The rhythm of his thrusts starts to become sloppy, and you bring a hand up to tug at his balls, and that sends him over the edge. He cums with a loud groan of your name, you swallowing every last drop before he lets go of your hair, and you fall back against the couch as you catch your breath. He wobbles a little bit as he takes in your disheveled features, drool and tears running down your face, and he feels himself getting hard again.

He pulls you up from the couch, sitting in your spot before pulling you back down on his lap. Your shirt and sports bra are taken off quickly, and he attacks your chest making you cry out in pleasure as your hands grip his hair. His mouth is sucking and biting at one nipple while his hand is stimulating the other and then he alternates.

"Shit, Issei, fuck, please." Your words have no thoughts behind them, your brain no longer operating, and you push him away from you before you stand up, shedding your shorts and sitting back down on his lip, a breathy moan escaping your lips when you feel his dick brush your folds.

He watches your reaction when he lightly drags his fingers back and forth across your folds, and you whine as you grip at his shoulders. "Please don't tease, Issei, c'mon," you beg, and your eyes look at him when you hear him laugh.

"Oh, now you don't like teasing? Maybe I should just keep teasing you and not give you what you want," he proposes, and you shake your head as you rub against his fingers, trying to get some release. He looks down, seeing your folds shining with your juices, a huge strand falling onto his fingers and he holds back a moan. "You're soaked, Y/N, all this for me?" he questions, and you nod your head vigorously.

"Yes, Issei, it's all for you, just please touch me," you plead and he shoves two fingers inside your pussy, making you release a loud moan as you lean your head in the crook of his neck. You can hear the squelching sounds as he fingers you, and you dig your nails into his shoulders as you feel him stretch you out on his thick fingers. "Issei," you start, but a loud smack echoes through the room, and you let out a whine as you feel your ass cheek sting.

"That's not my name, sweet girl. I think I've let you get away with it for long enough, don't you think?" he whispers in your ear and his voice sends a tingle right down to your core, making you clench around him. "Come on, baby, you know what it is." He stops moving his fingers, and you whimper against his neck, trying to move, but his grip on your hip keeps you still. "Say it, pretty girl."

"Daddy, please, don't stop," you sigh out, and you can feel him smile in satisfaction as he continues his fast pace, and you cry into his neck at the sudden movement. "Please, oh, please."

"It's okay, tell Daddy what you want," he coos, and he pushes onto your clit with his thumb, and you arch into him, his fingers a stark contrast to his other hand that's rubbing soothing circles on your hip.

"I need--" You cut yourself off with a scream when he pushes against that spongy spot inside of you.

"Tell Daddy what you need, baby."

"I need you inside me, please." He adds another finger, and you grip his wrist as he curls his fingers inside of you, nailing your g-spot with ease.

"I don't know if you deserve all of that," he responds, and you whimper as you lift your head to look at him. "If I recall, you've been nothing but a tease, no?" You shake your head immediately as you try to move your hips again but failing, his grip still strong on your hip.

"Please, Daddy, I'll be a good girl, just please, I need you so bad." You're so desperate, and that gives Mattsun a thrill; seeing someone who usually knows just what to say to him, reduced to nothing but a begging mess on top of him.

"Well, since you're begging so nicely," he approves, removing his fingers, and you lift your hips up eagerly as you look down, seeing that he's fully hard again, the tip leaking precum. He guides his shaft into you, and you let your head fall back as you feel him stretching you open the best way possible. He groans as he feels your walls tightening around him, and you look down to see that he's still not all the way in, your legs starting to burn from the position you're in.

"Come on, baby, just a little bit more for me. Can you do that for Daddy?" he purrs, soothingly caressing your thighs, and you rest your head against his as you watch the last of him disappear inside of you. "Holy shit, you feel so good. Goddamn, baby," he sighs out, letting you adjust. "I'm gonna move, okay?"

You nod quickly, and you brace yourself as you feel him lift you up before slamming you back down, making you cry out, the head of his cock hitting that spot inside of you. He kisses you roughly, swallowing all of the noises you make as he continues to ram himself inside of you. You pull away as you feel the knot in your stomach starting to tighten.

"I'm close, ah, please don't stop," you cry out, and you feel his fingers digging into your hips, you're sure that there's going to be bruising. "Right there, please, Daddy, right there."

"I got you, baby girl, I got you." His finger finds its way to your clit, rubbing harsh, fast circles, and your orgasm snaps, making your arch your back and scream his name. The sight of your coming undone in front of him and the way your clenching around him, makes his orgasm crash into him right after you. "Fuck!" He fucks you through both of your highs, stopping when you whine at the sensitivity.

You lean forward, body going limp as you catch your breath, both of your bodies covered in a layer of sweat. "You know I'm not done with you yet," he tells you, and you don't get a moment to respond before he's lifting you off of him, and you land on your stomach with a soft thud. He brings your hips up, your back arching instinctively, and he groans at the sight of you.

He prods a finger at your hole, and you whine, trying to move away from his touch, but his grip on you makes it useless. He runs his hands over your ass, squeezing the globes in each hand. "This ass has been teasing me ever since you got here." He spreads your cheeks, getting a good look at your puffy, swollen hole.

"I know it has, it was fun to see you flustered," you respond, your words muffled by the couch, but still clear to Mattsun, and he smiles mischievously as he lifts a hand up, smacking your ass, and he watches it jiggle, the sight mesmerizing as you mewl at the sudden pain.

"That's for bending over in front of me." He smacks the other cheek. "That's for grinding on me." Another smack. "That's for the ice cream." You can feel the heat coming off your ass when he smacks it for a fourth time. "That's for the syrup." You can tell that he's loving this, but you can't say that you aren't, you just hope he doesn't see that. He does it again, and you hiss at the pain, but the pleasure wins out. "That's for walking around here practically naked."

He massages the heated mounds of flesh, and you know he's found you out when you feel him spread them followed by a cocky laugh. "You liked that a lot, huh?" He toys at your hole again, watching your juices gush out, and you wiggle your hips a little. He sticks his fingers in, pulling it out with his fingers covered in your slick, and he groans when he puts them in his mouth. "Fuck, you taste good."

"Are you gonna fuck me or what?" you snap, and you hear him chuckle as he runs his the head of his length across your folds to your hole.

"Now, is that any way to talk to your Daddy? I thought you were gonna be a good girl?" he taunts as he teases your hole, and you exhale forcefully as you give in.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. Please fuck me," you say, and he smiles as you feel him start to push into your hole.

"You're gonna be a good girl? No more being a brat?" he asks, and if you could, you would stomp your foot because he's dragging this out.

"I promise, Daddy. I'll be good." Liking the sound of your answer, he lines himself up, hands resting on your hips, and you scream when he rams into you, your body still sensitive from the first earth-shattering orgasm you had. He doesn't give you time to recuperate as he rears back, slamming into you again, keeping a relentless pace that hits your spot with accuracy.

Mattsun watches your ass shake with the impact, and you both can hear his balls slapping against you as you feel your orgasm approaching quickly. He pulls you up by your hair, pulling your back flush against his, keeping his persistent pace. You share a sloppy kiss as his hands come up to play with your nipples, and you whimper into his mouth, and he groans when you clench around him.

"You gonna cum? Huh?" he sucks on your tongue as he brings a hand down to your stomach, and he brings your hand up to your stomach, and you can feel the bulge which makes you release a broken moan. "Who's making you feel this good?"

"Y-You are, Daddy," you barely manage to answer, and he slides his hand down until he's pressing onto your clit, making the knot in your stomach come closer to snapping.

"You wanna come on Daddy's cock? Huh?" he asks, and you nod easily, your hands finding their way into his hair. "Then do it," he spits. "Cum on Daddy's cock like the filthy slut you are." He gives a firm push on your clit, and that coil snaps hard, your eyes screwing as you scream out his name, your back arching as your hands clamp down on his hair.

He keeps bucking into you, your pussy almost stopping him from moving from how hard you're clamping down on him. "Shit, fuck," he swears, his thrusts losing rhythm and getting sloppy. The last time you clamp down on him, makes him see stars as he cums hard, painting your walls white before you both collapse on the couch, heaving breaths coming from the both of you.

He wraps his arms around you as he turns you both over, keeping himself still sheathed inside of you. "Holy shit. That was, oh, my God," Mattsun comments, and you laugh tiredly as you smile, your eyes starting to close.

You're about to drift off when you hear the door slam. "What the fuck?!" You and Mattsun both freeze, your gaze slowly drifting to the door to see a very confused and pissed Makki standing at the door. Mattsun quickly grabs the blanket draped over the back of the couch, putting it over the two of you.

"It's, uh, it's not what it looks like," you try, and Makki just blinks at you.

"Man, I wish I could say I'm sorry, but I'm really, really not," Mattsun speaks up, and you cover your smile with your hand as you hold back your laugh.

"Love you, too--" Your words are cut off by Makki leaving and slamming the door behind him. You and Mattsun both laugh for a bit before you finally quiet down. "He's so going to kick me out," you say, and you hear Mattsun chuckle against your neck.

"Well, if he does, there's always my place."

BONUS:

Mattsun rubs your shoulders as you lean back against him, the warm water soothing the ache in your muscles, mostly your legs and backside. He had brought you water and a tray of fruit before getting in the tub behind you, fatigue catching up to you as you relax against him. "I was serious about the chance of Hiro kicking me out," you joke quietly as you cuddle further into his wide frame.

He laughs softly as he runs a finger up and down your arm. "And I was serious about you staying at my place. You're not getting away that easily." He looks down at you, and you smile widely as you lean up to kiss him, him meeting you halfway. "Makki might not talk to me for a while though," he speaks up after he separates his lips from you, and you snort as you snuggle back into his chest.

"Ah, he'll be fine."

A/N: Bro the whole numbers thing was so hard for me to come up with lmao, but I think y’all can see how much I love this man, and how much I want him TO ROCK MY SHIT, but that’ll never happen sadly, but like I feel like he would be the best at aftercare in my opinion

[meltwonu]

| 🎃 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖍 🎃 |

↪ ✦ close your eyes ✦

this chapter pairing; sub!seokmin x vampire!reader

genre&warnings; vampire!reader, sub!seokmin, dacryphilia(crying kink baybeee)🥴, corruption kink kinda went brrr in this a little, lots of teasing, dirty talk, a little mutual masturbation, tiniest hint of orgasm denial, whiny needy seokmin, allusions to subspace.

he said:

notes; THE-- ☠️ I exposed my crying kink in sdpp so we out here living our best lives now 😗💖 also seokmin being a whiny baby and crying bc everything you do to him is new and just too much for him is so fuckin hot ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ HENNYWAYS, you guys!! I cant believe monster mash is almost at the end, how the hell?!? this went by so fast 😭💕 and thank you for all the love and support on each chapter! even when tumb1r seems to hate me!! Lol, and for those in SoCal, be safe! stay indoors if u can, wear a mask if u have to be outside! And stay hydrated!! I’ll see y’all tomorrow! 🎃 👻 💕

word count; ~2300

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - x - x - x - x - x

you take a drag, i take a sip;

i want your legendary kiss

you know i got designer taste;

and your design’s too good to waste

when the beast comes out at night;

yeah, it always wants a bite

and i try, try to resist;

but then the devil always wins.

Seokmin doesn’t believe in vampires.

He thinks Halloween is fun, but doesn’t believe in ghosts, demons or anything of the sort so he spends the night in; feet propped up on the coffee table as he watches another rerun of another vampire horror flick that he’d seen at least two times prior.

It’d been thankfully quiet for most of the night, despite the pouring rain and periodic thunder claps, but he enjoyed the way it added to the spooky atmosphere of the holiday.

Seokmin scoffs at the TV a few moments later, hand lodged deep in the bowl sitting in his lap. “Vampires aren’t even real.” He mutters.

“Says who?”

The bowl of popcorn in his lap is sent flying, and he acts quicker than he, himself, anticipates. “Who the fuck are you!? How did you get in here!?” His eyes dance over to the front door still locked and momentarily wonders if he left a window open.

He pales, realizing that it’d be impossible anyway.

Seokmin lived on the 17th floor of the building.

“Well!? Fuck---I’m---I’m gonna call the c-cops!” His shaky hands reach for his cell phone on the coffee table as you giggle.

You take a seat on his sofa, picking off a piece of discarded popcorn as you pop it into your mouth. “And tell them what? Exactly?”

“That there’s a psycho in my fuckin’ apartment and that you broke in!” Seokmin holds onto his phone a little tighter, palms clammy. He didn’t even hear the door open. You nod, pretending to think. “Oookay, so what are you gonna tell them when I do this?” You disappear in a puff of smoke and Seokmin feels like he’s going to throw up.

“Wh---”

“Boo!” You whisper from behind him, laughing when he runs roward and trips back onto the sofa. “What the fuck!?” His eyes show panic and confusion, shaky fingers letting go of the phone that was in his hand as it clatters to the floor.

“I--What are y-you? Please, don’t take my soul, it’s all I have left! I swear!”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up from your throat, doubling over as he watches in fear. “Why are you laughing!?”

“I---you--you’re a funny one!” You wipe a stray tear from your eye as you catch your breath. “No, I don’t want your soul, I just want something to eat, that’s all~”

Seokmin’s eyes only read confusion when he stares back at you. “You want… food?”

“Mmhmm~”

You smile wide and Seokmin finally understands.

Ah. That kind.

He doesn’t know why he agrees. 

Maybe it’s in his kind and innocent nature to believe you won’t suck him dry like a caprisun, but he agrees.

Maybe part of it is curiosity too and maybe part of him feels bad that maybe you haven’t fed in a while, but he introduces himself after you do and he finds himself trusting you a little bit more.

He’s not totally sure why.

“So----So how does this work, do I just---” He cuts himself off as he shakily turns his head to the side. “Wait, how do I know this isn’t a Halloween prank?! Did Jeonghan put you up to this?”

“Oh! Jeonghan, you know him?”

Seokmin’s eyes almost fall out of his skull. This couldn’t be happening. “Are we talking about the same Jeonghan? Yoon Jeonghan?”

“Yeah, lanky guy with brown hair, right? Super lethargic?”

Yep. That was Jeonghan.

Seokmin nods slowly, still a little perplexed. “So, why do you know him exactly? He hasn’t replied to my texts for the last three days... You didn’t... do something to him, did you?” You sit next to Seokmin on the sofa and he flinches almost immediately; scooting over a little more to put some space in between you two.

  He wouldn’t admit it right now, but he thought you were really pretty.

“Um, no. He’s out of town and maybe just ignoring you but he lets me feed sometimes, y’know, when he is around. Maybe that’s why I was drawn here, y’know? Familiarity.” Damn.

Seokmin does feel a little bad now; for himself and for you. He bites his lip as the heat rushes to his face. “How---how do you usually, um, d-do it with Jeonghan?” The heat rushes down his body at the same time at his unintentional innuendo. “I mean, no! Not---not that, I meant how you feed! Fuck, sorry!”

Grinning, you’re quick to make your move as you push Seokmin down onto the sofa and straddle his waist.

“Wh--”

The words are caught in his throat as he watches you lean over to the coffee table to pluck out a lollipop from the bowl of candy. You unwrap it, licking it once before you bring it down towards his lips. He shakily parts them, welcoming the cherry flavoured candy into his mouth.

“You see, Seokmin,” You start, hands already roaming down his torso as he moans around the candy. “When people think of vampires, they think vampires just feed whenever, right? Just a quick bite here and they’re done.” He nods. “But that’s no fun~ So some of us like to play a little first, y’know? Get the blood rushing~”

You cup him through his sweats as he whines and he’s quick to thrust his hips up into your touch before he can even think properly.

Oh, fuck! Don’t do that! He tells himself.

A giggle from you is all it takes for him to blush even harder. “It’s okay, Seokmin. I want you to feel good too. Don’t you wanna feel good?”

“Y-yeah… O-okay…” His voice is muffled slightly from the candy still in his mouth, but he allows himself to lean into your touch. In truth, he was a little scared and a little nervous and he knew you could tell.

“Have you ever done anything… with restraints? Or things like orgasm denial?” You pluck the lollipop from his mouth; a thread of spit connecting it to his lips before you bring it to your own mouth. You quickly bite down on the hard candy, breaking it down into small pieces before swallowing. Seokmin grimaces a little.

“Um…” He’d never even heard of orgasm denial before, much less even had a thought about restraints. “...No. I--I’ve only… um… done it twice...”

You grin down at him, eyes flashing red. “Oh, Seokmin… you have so much to learn.”

You like shy Seokmin.

Maybe even a little too much.

“A-ah, no… no more t-teasing, I--ah!” He lets out a choked sob, hips thrusting up as you continue to tease the head of his cock. You move frustratingly slow and you don’t even bother to wrap your whole hand around him, instead just rubbing your palm across the tip as the tears pool up in his eyes.

“I--I don’t---mmh!” Seokmin bites his lip. He’s never felt quite like this before and the feeling was good, but unfamiliar.

“Don’t even think of cumming either~”

“But--” He chokes up again, except this time he can’t stop the tear that slides down the side of his face. You smile down at him, licking your lips.

“You’re so cute when you cry~ So pretty~” You pity him a little so you wrap your hand around his cock, working your hand up and down his shaft as he lets out a shaky breath. He’s unsure of where to put his hands, so he keeps them crossed over his chest, sweater paws keeping his clammy palms contained as he watches you.

“I--p--please, can I c-cum?” He whispers, voice small and slurred. “Nope~”

He lets out a small sob as he tries to blink away the tears.

When you feel him getting close, you pull your hand off of him; easing off of his lap and to the other side of the sofa. Seokmin watches in confusion, sitting up slightly as he watches you slide your panties down your legs. You toss the material at him, laughing when it falls onto his cock.

“We’re gonna play a little game~” He watches with an open mouth as you spread your legs; gulping when you immediately run your precum covered fingers through your wet folds. “We’re gonna touch ourselves just like this, across from each other, and if you can hold off your orgasm for, oh let’s say, 10 more minutes? Then I’ll reward you.”

“And---and if I c-can’t?”

“If you can’t… Hmm~ Then I’ll have to bring my ropes next time~” You wink at him, fingers pinching your clit as you moan out loud. The noise is enough for Seokmin’s cock to twitch and he wraps a shaky hand around himself as he watches you touch yourself from across the sofa. He uses your panties too, covering them in the precum that leaks from the head of his cock. 

It falls into relative silence as Seokmin bites into the neck of his sweater to keep in his high pitched whines and cries. He watches as you sink two fingers into your cunt and he sobs as he thrusts up into the his fist and your panties wrapped around his cock.

This is unfair, he thinks. 

“Mmh Seokmin~ I’m already imagining your cock fucking into me so deep… Ah, my fingers just aren’t enough~” Teasingly, you curl and scissor your fingers inside of your tight warmth, genuinely imagining it’s Seokmin instead. He releases the sweater material from between his teeth, drool dripping from his lips and eyes pooling with tears ready to spill.

“Please, I, hic, I--I can’t h-hold off, hic, I need t-to, hah, c--cum… I--I can’t...”

In a flash, the air is knocked out of Seokmin’s lungs as his back hits the sofa and he’s staring up at the ceiling. His sticky fingers find purchase in the material of his sweater again as you crawl back into his lap. You pry off the soaking panties covering his cock, tossing them to the coffee table as he groans.

You wrap a hand around his leaking cock, moving your hand up and down a few times before you use your thumb and index finger to circle the base as you squeeze hard. “Just a whiny baby boy crying and begging to cum. So cute~”

He squirms underneath you as he tries to get you to do something but you hold steady, fingertips wrapped around the base of his cock to keep him from cumming. “Now now, Seokmin. I’ll let you cum. But you have to be patient~ If you cum without my permission, I’ll make you wait even longer~”

Seokmin nods feverishly, uncaring of what came after. You still hadn’t fed from him too and he could’ve cared less about that.

You let go of his cock as he releases a shaky breath and he watches through foggy eyes as you raise your body until you’re hovering just above his cock. You use your hand to position him right at your entrance and Seokmin lets out a sharp whine when you drop yourself down onto his cock in one fluid motion.

“A-ah, fuh--fuck!”

Your pussy is warm, wet and tight and Seokmin is really fighting a losing battle at this point.

He cries quietly, hips canting up to meet you bouncing in his lap.

“Mmh~ Seokminnie crying making me so fuckin’ wet~ Ah~ I’m gonna cum soon too~”

His head is fuzzy and every new sensation makes his body react in a way he never knew it could. The tears blur his vision but he can already feel his cock twitching and body tensing up slightly; a telltale sign that he was already close.

“I, hic, please…” He slurs out, already too far gone. His body felt weightless; a slight floating feeling overcoming him as he continued to fuck up into you. 

Your eyes flash crimson and you pry one of his arms away from his clothed chest, pushing the sleeve back as you kiss his wrist.

“Okay Seokmin~ I want you to cum, baby boy. Let me feel your cock throbbing and filling me up with your warm cum~”

Seokmin could die and be happy, thank you’s rolling off of his tongue through choked cries as he finally lets himself go.

The pleasure washes over him after a few more swivels of your hips and he barely even registers the fact you’ve already sunk your fangs into his wrist, too lost in his own bliss. 

You moan against his skin, drinking up just enough to get him lightheaded before you’re lapping up the wound.

Seokmin tasted extra sweet.

Licking your lips, you release his arm as it falls limp next to his body and you immediately bring your fingers down to your clit, rubbing harsh and quick circles on the nub to get yourself to cum.

“Oh, god, Seokmin!” You cry; walls fluttering around Seokmin’s overly sensitive cock as he whines and squirms underneath you.

You ride out your high, hips coming to a stop as you catch your breath above him. Seokmin, on the other hand, feels a little delirious and warm; fingertips twitching at his sides. “Ngh…” He whimpers, unable to even speak with how exhausted he felt.

You lift your hips, cum sliding down Seokmin’s cock as he groans in oversensitivity. “Ah~ Look at how much cum you spilled in me, Seokminnie~” His bleary eyes watch as you let the cum slide out of your pussy and right over his cock and he almost, almost hates the way his cock twitches as the sight.

Sitting back on his thighs, you watch him bask in his post-orgasm glow; smacking your lips as you reach for another lollipop from the coffee table. “So~ How did you like it?” You ask, a teasing lilt in your voice when you visibly see his cock twitch.

His throat feels dry, that’s all he knows. 

Seokmin’s clammy palms slide back into his sweater paws, pressed tight against his chest again as he gently leans up. You can’t help but smirk at his appearance; puffy red eyes from crying and cheeks stained with drying tears with his cock still curving up to his abdomen covered in his own cum.

“I---s--so what’re you g-gonna teach m-me next…?”

[ikemensweetheart]

A Heartwarming Gift

Shingen x fem!Reader

A little something to celebrate Shingen's birthday.

-----

It was far too cold for Shingen's liking.

Winter was almost upon them and so was his birthday. He was looking forward to it, but not the cold it was usually accompanied by.

So, he set off searching the castle for the one thing he knew would stave off the chill creeping into his bones: You.

He found you easily enough. You were sitting in your room, busily working on something with your back turned to the door.

Quietly, he slips inside. Without making a sound, he kneels down and gently places his hands over your eyes. "Oh." You gasp in surprise and your back straightens. "Guess who." He whispers softly into your ear. "Hmm.." You purse your lips in thought. "Sasuke?"

"Nope."

"Yukimura?" He chuckles at this one. "Oh, I know. Kenshin!" You proudly declare.

"No." Shingen huffs annoyance. You laugh. "I'm kidding." You tell him as you from his hands. Turning around, you face him. You then lean forward and give him a quick peck in the cheek. "I knew it was you." You assure him. "Now, did you need something?" You ask as you move to sit back down.

"I was just looking for some respite from the cold." He replies, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you. "Ah." You just say. You give no objections and settle in against his chest. Returning your attention to the project in your hands.

Shingen rests his head on your shoulder and watches with your work interest.

In either hand was a long wooden needles with a little knob one the end and an unfamiliar material looped around them.

He knew the needles. He had made them for you per your request, but the thread you were working with was strange to him.

"What is this?" He asks, reaching to feel the thread you were using. It was soft and thick.

"It's wool." You tell him. "Wool?"

"Uh huh." You nod. "I got it from some foreign merchants the last time I was in Azuchi."

It's an import then. It was expensive no doubt. That explains why you had been saving so much of your earnings before your trip into Oda territory.

"What are you making?" Shingen inquires. The project was still very small and he couldn't tell what it was going to be. You give him a coy look. "It's a surprise." You tell him.

Shingen's eyes widen. This could only mean one thing. "Princess, you didn't have to-" He starts to say. "Shingen," you cut him off. You look back at him with earnest eyes. "Trust me, okay? It'll be worth it."

Shingen sighs. How could he say no to that cute face of yours? "Alright." He relents.

You break out grinning. "You're going to love it." You settle back in and continue working at whatever this mysterious item is.

Days pass and soon Shingen's birthday arrives.

He was greeted by a bright, dazzling light shining into his room. With a sleepy yawn, he sat up.

"Good morning." He hears you mumble beside him. "Good morning, Princess." He returns with a smile. You quickly sit up. Your sleepiness disappearing at the drop of a hat. "Happy birthday!" You practically squeal in excitement.

"You look more excited for my birthday than I am." He comments. "Of course I am." You reply. You quickly scramble to your feet and retrieve a small package from the desk. You then sit down in front of your love. "Here." You hand him the package.

Shingen takes the package from you and opens it. He's surprised to find the wool he had seen you working on before, carefully crafted into a rich red scarf.

He picks it up. He had never felt something so soft before. "(Y/n)..." He breathes. He wraps the scarf around his neck. Relishing in the warm softness.

"Since you hate the cold so much, I thought a scarf would help. Wool is the warmest material in this era-" he cuts you off with a swift kiss on the lips.

"Oh." You gasp. "I love it, Princess." He tells you. "I'll treasure it forever."

You smile at him. "I'm glad."

"Now, shall we begin the festivities?" He asks. "Sure."

Taking your hand in his, the two of you step out of the room. Shingen is soon greeted by Yukimura and his other vassals at breakfast. Each of them sharing birthday well wishes with their lord.

After breakfast, Shingen and you go out of the town. Enjoying your usual haunts together as you walk hand in hand.

You stop at a tea shop for lunch. Enjoying warm tea and sweet red bean buns offered there.

"These are so good!" You declare between bites. Shingen laughs at the sight of you. "You have a little something on your face, Princess." He tells you, leaning close to you. "Huh? Where?" You reach up to wipe it away, but Shingen gets to it first. Licking the paste from the corner of your mouth. "Wah! Shingen!" You pull back, your eyes were wide and your cheeks ablaze.

"Sorry, I could resist." He tells you. You lightly slap his broad chest. "You're terrible." You mumble. "And you're cute." He replies. "Just eat your food." You turn away from him, you blush spreading to your ears.

He just smiles and continues eating.

Soon the sun is starting to set as the two of you walk down the road.

"We should probably be getting back." You say. "Can't have a birthday party without the birthday boy."

"This is true." Shingen agrees. However as you start to pick up your pace, he stops.

You yelp in surprise as he pulls you back into his embrace. "Shingen! What- " He cuts your question off with a passionate kiss. "Wha- what was that for?" You stammer after he pulls away. "A thank you for your gift."

"But you already thanked me." You point out. "Yes, but that was before I properly enjoyed it. Thanks to you and the scarf, the cold hadn't been as bad as it usually is today. It warms my heart and my body with all the love you put into it."

You smile at his words. "I'm glad you like it." You say. "So much more than that, my goddess." He murmurs. "I absolutely love it. Although now, I'm going to work extra hard to spoil you on your birthday."

Your grin broadens. "Come on, we're going to be late for your party."

You take his hand and the two of you make your way back home.

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Thanks for reading. I hope you all enjoyed!

Stay Safe

[kimberly-spirits13]

Random Characters with Creative/ Designer S/O HC:

Characters: Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, Bart Allen, Conner Kent (RSS), Jamie Reyes

Damian Wayne (Fashion Design):

·      You’d started off your career when you were young

·      Your father wasn’t super supportive of everything and said that you were too young to start a business or what have you

·      So, with approval from your mother, you started one behind his back

·      He didn’t know until one day you ended up treading and going viral with a dress you made for a very famous celebrity

·      At that point he couldn’t stop you and was just impressed that you made it for months without him knowing

·      As long as you were keeping up schooling, it would fly

·      You ended up getting to travel the world and go to fashion week

·      More specifically NYFW

·      New York was the big one

·      That’s where you and Damian met

·      He was there for a business trip with Bruce and saw you at one of the shows the girls dragged him to

·      He was immediately infatuated with you and wanted to meet you

·      Thank the heavens he has sisters who wear your clothes to almost every gala

·      They got to go back stage and talk to you which led to you two exchanging numbers and the rest is history

·      When you started dating it was really hectic

·      You had a few kidnapping scares which made him want to break it off especially after you found out about the entire Robin thing

·      Heeeellllllllll no

·      You didn’t let that happen at all

·      Bruce actually commented and said that if you were that stubborn, Damian should probably keep you

·      Fashion week becomes more tiring and you also hate not being able to see Damian as much

·      He comes and visits though to make sure you don’t throw yourself out a window or something lol

·      When it’s over, you guys always take a long vacation to Lake Tahoe in a house Bruce owns on the Nevada side

·      He loves seeing your studio since it’s so organized and colorful

·      You’ve got walls of mood boards and mannequins with unfinished garments everywhere along with a massive soft couch that one of you is always sprawled out on

·      Sometimes he’ll send you pictures of pretty things he thinks you’d might like which ends up being incorporated into something

·      You taught him how to drape and make his own suit so that Alfred can have a day off

·      If anyone has a wardrobe malfunction and you’re around, you’ve got the needle and thread kit on hand at any given moment

·      Some things in the kit come in handy for picking locks too

·      He thinks it’s hilarious if you ever critique something or just call it straight ugly

·      If you’re at a gala and do it it’s even funnier

·      “Omg...”

·      “What is it beloved?”

·      “The drape and hem of that dress is the most preposterous thing I think I have ever seen. The fabric isn’t even the right material or fit for their shape. How rich are these people? And they can’t afford clothes that look decent on them?” You said giving them the famous inspecting side eye, “Also, who wears pearls with double sided sequins and fur?” “They can’t fix everything sweetie.”

·      *intense snickering from Damian*

Tim Drake (Software/ Web Designer):

·      It’s a match made in heaven

·      The two of you meet at a tech conference

·      He thought that you were such an interesting person to talk to and you had offers from places like MIT

·      You got along so well and then he found that you liked coffee like he did

·      Omg

·      He asked you out in the nerdiest way by making you decipher code on your own computer

·      You were kind of mad since you had been doing some other things for some major companies but after reading the message you determined you were fine with it

·      I mean how could you say no

·      Anyways the date when off great and eventually the media caught heavy wind of what was happening

·      You already knew about the Red Robin thing pretty quickly into the relationship though

·      Tim was a genius and you weren’t far behind

·      It was scary how similar you two were

·      From expressions and shared humor and meme taste, it was everything

·      Staying up together was another thing you did

·      Although, after some time one of you would pass out and the other would go to bed too

·      It was like a competition in sorts of who could stay up the longest but at the same time you needed him to sleep

·      The time he felt most betrayed by you was when you replaced his coffee with decaf

·      You guys just sometimes hang out in his bed tangled up in the weirdest way watching vines or weird movies

·      Totally the couple that would watch the worst rated movies just to laugh at them

·      Damian commented on it once and got a tired middle finger from you once

·      It wasn’t the classiest move however you couldn’t care less and Tim laughed his ass off

·      After that Damian seemed to respect you more

·      You guys probably have matching hoodies or something with really funny or obscure culture references

·      Clingy couple but nothing too over dramatic

Bart Allen:

·      Your designs in architecture went down in text books

·      You were famous for some really amazing builds and constructions

·      You started off by building these really insane LEGO sets or doll houses based off of designs in your notebook

·      Your mother still has the models in the attic which is kind of embarrassing when he sees it but he thinks it’s really cool

·      When he came to your time line he knew immediately who you were

·      He also totally came to you and complimented your work plus some additional hinting at what was going to happen pretty soon

·      Bart was there at the rise of your success

·      He basically was your number one fan the entire time

·      He’ll stay up with you as long as he can when you’re working

·      It’s kind of funny seeing that when you’re designing the things you went down in history for you’ll be stuck on something and he’ll just tiredly recommend what he remembers learning

·      You let him look through the designs sometimes but he understands if you don’t really feel comfortable with it

·      He also knows that in order to do all of this, you’re wicked smart

·      When the cave needed remodeling, you were the first person that they called in

·      The League was very glad that you were there and they didn’t have to pull any strings to get anyone different in

·      Plus, you knew what was needed since you were there all of the time

Kon Kent:

·      You got your start writing

·      It was the best thing that you did to relive stress

·      Once your parents saw that you were such an imaginative child, they got you in a ton of art related classes but you liked writing the most

·      Your writings had won awards before but then you wrote a book and it did amazing

·      So now, that’s what you do

·      Kon secretly actually really likes your books and met you at a book signing

·      Nerd

·      He got your number there and then you realized who he was

·      It was kind of funny cause you were both in that moment of realization like

·      Ohhhhh I know who you are.... kinda thing

·      He finds it hilarious that sometimes you’re just all over the place

·      When doing research your room isn’t terrible messy, it’s just piles and piles of notes and articles

·      You also probably have an expansive collection of literature yourself ranging from all genres

·      You don’t really like him to proof the book, however if you have an idea for something he’s all ears

·      Coffee dates to strange hole in the wall joints

·      Clark really likes you and finds your humor funny in the sense that it’s close to Bruce’s

·      Both very sarcastic and dry

·      Lex is just glad that his son found someone with an intellect

·      You don’t really like Lex though

·      That’s because you hear everything that Kon has to say about him

·      Although, without giving the man too much credit, the charade that he plays on the daily in quite impressive

·      You will never admit it however

·      Ma and Pa love you

·      So does Lois

·      You get along because of the writing

·      Sometimes Kon will just take you to some random part of the world if you need inspiration

·      “Hey wanna fly to Morocco?”

·      “Why not?”

·      You make a day trip out of it but if it’s a long one you’ll stay longer

·      Short distance he’ll fly you himself but overseas or something, he takes one of Lex’s jets

·      He likes to tease you sometimes but will take it easy during the editing phase

·      Those aren’t fun at alllll

·      You get cranky sometimes during that and he just backs off lol

·      He will make you sleep though

·      He doesn’t want you turning into Tim or anything for an extended amount of time

·      Nope

·      Not doing it

Jamie Reyes:

·      The team didn’t know anything about your job as an artist

·      You were internationally revered

·      No one knew of your job but for the boy wonder who saw the paint in your hair

·      Once the team did know however, everyone was amazed

·      You and Jamie were already dating by then though

·      He was always impressed with what you did

·      Laughed when you were covered in paint

·      He lets you paint or draw on his hand

·      You both have matching hoodies or jackets from your clothing line or merch that you painted

·      If you have a YouTube channel, he’s in some of the videos

·      Scarab notes that you have a more creative personality which Jamie responds to with a sarcastic remark

·      Your clothes are partly covered in paint

·      He’ll go to every show

·      During the Reach thing you still stayed with him

I have more parts of the Damian Wayne x reader story coming and also requests but I’m just getting into school which is my priority so that’s why I’ve been a bit more inactive. Anyways I hope you liked this one and I can’t wait to put out more 

[trashyswitch]

The Giggle Doll

Patton and Virgil sew presents for each other. The present Virgil gives Patton, is a doll with a bit of playful voodoo magic hidden in it. Patton isn't sure how to feel about it, but quickly warms up to it when Virgil uses it on him.

This fanfic is a mixture of Day 18, and Day 22.

Day 18: Holding It In

Day 22: Fingers

Patton and Virgil were sewing together in Virgil’s room. Virgil had just finished off the last bit of stitching on his creation, while Patton was sewing on a pompom. After tying the stitching and cutting the thread short, Virgil did one last look over before declaring it done!

“Hey Patton, I finally finished.” Virgil told Patton. Patton looked up and widened his eyes in surprise! Is that-

“It’s ME!” Patton realized out loud.

Virgil giggled and nodded. “It’s you, alright. It’s a tiny Patton!” Virgil told him, stretching the doll out and swaying the doll left and right. “Isn’t it cute?” Virgil asked him. Patton nodded his head. “Well...Do you want it?” Virgil asked.

Patton stuttered. “W-wait, really?! You want me to have the mini Patton doll?!” Patton clarified.

“Of course! Your own mini Patton.” Virgil told him as he handed Patton the doll. Patton smiled excitedly as he looked at the doll. It looked just like him! And it was so cute!

Then, Patton looked on the desk at the creation he made. “Here: I made this for you!” Patton told him, grabbing it and showing it to him. Virgil looked up and covered his mouth. “Oh my gosh! Patton…” Virgil took it and spun it around. “Did-did you really sew this for me?! This is awesome!” Virgil reacted.

It was a black beanie with cut up and sewn pieces of Virgil’s leftover purple plaid material! It looked like a perfect patterned replica of his sweater! Lastly, the top of the hat had a little to mid-sized dark purple pom pom sewed on. It looked like a Virgil-fied winter beanie!

“Yay! I’m glad you like it! I thought you could use something up your alley, that’s also warm for the cold days!” Patton explained.

Virgil happily put the hat onto his head. It was warm! But, it was also breathable: perfect for fall. Virgil fixed up the positioning a little and gave Patton a big smile! “It fits! And it dangles down enough!” Patton reacted happily.

Virgil gave Patton a huge hug. “Thank you Pat.” He told him.

“You’re welcome!” Patton replied.

The two sides hugged each other for a good 5 minutes or so, before finally letting go. “Hey Patton, wanna see something cool?” Virgil asked.

Patton nodded. “Of course!” Patton replied.

“Okay. It involves the doll, so…” Virgil clarified as he held his hand out. Patton quickly caught onto Virgil's signal, and handed him the doll. Virgil flipped the doll onto its belly, and pointed to the zipper. “This zipper on the back, is meant to hold a piece of you, or someone else.” Virgil explained. Patton nodded along, despite being both confused and slightly creeped out by the spoken sentence. “What I mean is…” Virgil paused his words as he unzipped the zipper, and walked up to Patton with his hand out.

Patton squeaked in sudden nervousness, and pulled his hands back against his own chest. “No! You are not pricking my finger for blood.” Patton let him know.

Virgil lowered his hand a bit. “I...No no no. This isn’t gonna hurt you.” Virgil reassured him. “It’s only gonna involve...touching your hair.” Virgil explained.

Patton’s face seemed to soften at that explanation. Patton brought himself closer and allowed Virgil to do his thing. Virgil brushed his hand through his hair, and lightly removed his hand. Virgil smiled as he noticed the pieces of shedded hair that had fallen out of Patton’s scalp, dangling off Virgil’s hand now. Virgil grabbed one of the hairs and dropped the rest, before bundling it up and inserting it into the back of the doll. “Oooooh...This is voodoo magic.” Patton said to him.

Virgil looked up as he zipped up the zipper on the back of the doll. “That’s right.” Virgil replied.

“Did...did Remus teach you this?” Patton asked him.

Virgil chuckled and shook his head. “Nope. More like I taught him.” Virgil replied. “Don’t worry Patton...I’m not gonna use the magic or the doll, to hurt you in any way.” Virgil reassured.

“I trust you. It’s just...I’m not sure I trust the magic itself.” Patton explained.

“That’s understandable. But the magic is only active if someone activates it. So if you trust me, you can trust the magic that’s being activated by me.” Virgil explained further.

Patton let out a breath of relief and nodded his head in understanding. “Okay.” He replied.

“Besides:” Virgil started scratching the doll’s left side. “This voodoo magic is more fun than threatening.” Virgil added.

Patton jumped and jolted at every scratch as a small smile grew onto his face. “Tihihickling? Ahare you seheherious?” Patton asked.

Virgil started scratching the right side next. “Yup. That’s all.” Virgil replied.

Patton couldn’t help the giggles that left his mouth or his slight wiggles either. It was bizarre! He could feel Virgil scratching his sides, but Virgil was standing a couple feet in front of him! And the scratching feeling felt familiar to Virgil’s usual touch. And yet...it still felt slightly foreign to him.

“Are you still scared?” Virgil asked him, walking closer to him with the doll. Patton thought for a moment amidst his short giggling and shook his head no. Virgil’s smile widened. “That’s good! That means I can do THIS:” Virgil lifted the doll up to Patton’s eye level, and made him watch in horror as Virgil scratched both his armpits at once!

“EEEHEHEEEEE!” Patton squealed in surprise as he doubled over and kept his elbows on his sides to ‘squish the tickling fingers’. “WHYYYYHEEHEEHEEHEE?! WHYTHE PIHIHIHIHITS?!” Patton protested.

Virgil giggled at that. “Oh No! PaTtOn HaS sQuIsHeD mY pOoR fInGeRs!” Virgil reacted sarcastically. “WhAtEvEr WiLl I dO?!” Virgil asked in fake, overdramatic worry.

Patton’s laughter only increased from there. Virgil’s rare dramatic tone has always made him laugh on its own! So Virgil tickling him AND using his dramatic voice?! Patton fell into hysterics pretty quickly.

Virgil enjoyed the view just from a couple feet away. Virgil gave Patton’s pits a break and moved onto the doll’s belly. For this, Virgil decided to grab a broken pencil crayon. Virgil quickly grabbed a blue broken pencil crayon from Patton’s pencil case and gave the doll’s belly a simple poke with the item. “How would you feel if I just…” Virgil tipped the doll so the belly was more angled to himself, and started drawing swirls from the outside belly and sides, to the x-shaped belly button on the doll.

Patton slowly fell into a giggle fit and struggled to keep himself standing. Even though this wasn’t nearly as bad as the armpits, his knees gave in anyway and Patton came flopping onto the carpet below. There, Patton clutched his stomach and rolled around on the floor like a puppy.

“Does Patty like the swirlies? Does Patty like when the pencil goes swirly-swirly-swirly-swirly-swirling to the belly button?” Virgil teased.

Patton tucked himself into the fetal position and let out more laughter as he nodded his head. “YEHEHEHES! THIHIHIS IHIHIS FUHUHUHUHUN!” Patton told him through his giddy giggling.

Virgil paused his tickling in pure surprise. “I- You LIKE this?!” Virgil reacted.

Patton’s body stretched itself back out as his laughter slowed into giggles. “Yeheah! Ihihit’s weheheird, buhuhut ihit’s fuhuhuhun!” Patton replied, not even afraid to admit it.

Virgil stared at Patton in pure awe. He ended up dropping the doll as he got lost in a trance, which resulted in Patton jumping and getting some giggles kicked right out of him! Virgil quickly snapped out of it as he realized his grip was empty. “Oh my gosh- I’m so sorry Patton! I hope I didn’t hurt you.” Virgil apologized quickly out of worry as he picked up the doll and placed it beside Patton.

“Ihihit’s fihine. Ihihihihi’m ohokahahay.” Patton replied.

Patton looked at the voodoo doll beside him and turned his body towards the doll. Using his own finger, Patton poked the doll’s belly button and quickly let out a guffaw and a giggle. “Hehehey! I can tickle myself!” Patton declared.

Virgil wheezed and covered his mouth with his fist. Of COURSE Patton would be excited about that! “Ihihi should’ve known yohou’d start tihihihicklihing yohohourself.” Virgil reacted.

Patton giggled excitedly and nodded. “Ihihi cahan tihihicklehehe myhyself nohohohow!” Patton reacted eagerly. “Buhuhut...Cahan Ihihi tihihickle yohohou?” Patton asked out of curiosity. Patton stood back up and quickly fluffed Virgil’s hand to get some hair. With a couple hairs in his hand, Patton grabbed one of them and opened the zipper. Patton used his other hand to fish around for the hair, and remove it. Once the father’s own hair was removed, Patton put Virgil’s hair into the doll and zipped up the zipper.

“Perfect! Now let’s see if touching this thing can tickle yo-...Oh!” Patton looked at the doll and widened as he realized what was happening: The doll’s clothing and accessories were changing to look like Virgil! The doll’s hair looked the same, but the glasses disappeared and the dad’s clothing had turned into a purple hoodie! “Wow! It’s you! Your DNA can change the doll!” Patton reacted.

Virgil widened his eyes. It was certainly a mini Virgil, alright!

“Hmmm...Let’s try it out!” Patton declared before tickling Virgil’s side.

Virgil gasped and immediately sprinted towards Patton and the doll. Patton looked up and giggled, before jumping out of the way and tickling Mini Virgil’s hip. Virgil yelped and looked down at his hip before sending Patton a horrified look with a wobbly smile mixed in. Patton only giggled more. “Ticklish?” Patton asked before scratching all 5 fingers on the doll’s belly.

“NAHA!” Virgil let out, doubling over before falling onto his side in the fetal position.

Patton gasped, but dropped his sudden excitement. He’s getting there, but he was being stubborn! “Are you gonna break yet? Or am I gonna have to tickle you more?” Patton asked him.

Virgil stared at him with a look of ‘HELP’ written on his face. Patton let out a short laugh as he lifted up the doll’s left arm and watched Virgil’s face go pale. Patton knew the exact spot that could kick his stubborn butt right into hysterics!

Patton scratched in the doll’s left armpit. “Coochy coochy coo!” Patton teased as well.

Virgil practically spasmed! “AAAAH!” Virgil shouted before covering his mouth with his hands. Patton was so close! One more tickle, and Virgil will be laughing! Patton lifted up the doll’s other arm and slowly lowered his finger towards the right armpit. Virgil watched this whole moment in intense anticipation before finally squeezing his eyes shut...

Patton’s finger touched down and tickled the doll’s right armpit along with the left one. Virgil threw his head back and finally broke: “BAHA- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHA-STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Virgil screamed and squirmed absolutely everywhere.

“Revenge sure is sweet!” Patton said to himself as he tickled both armpits.

“EHEHEHEHEVIHIHIHIL! YOHOHOHOU’RE SOHOHOHOHOHO EHEHEVIHIHIHIHIL!” Virgil shouted at him.

“Ooooh, I know. But you were being rude by not laughing! You were holding your laughter in, and I wasn’t having that!” Patton mentioned.

“IHIHIHIHIHI- PAHAHAHAHAT PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Virgil shouted.

“Oh, alright.” Patton decided and stopped tickling the armpits. Virgil’s laughter fell little by little from hysterics into giggles. The emo’s body untucked from the fetal position while his arms remained around his belly. Virgil was a giggling mess with his hair and makeup all over the place. It was kinda cute, to be honest.

“I love how ticklish you are. It’s very fun!” Patton told him.

Virgil soon lifted himself up onto his feet and ran towards Patton again. This time, Virgil managed to land onto Patton’s shoulders! But to try and remain the upper hand, Patton tried tickling the foot stubs on the doll.

Virgil shrieked like a pterodactyl, and swung his feet everywhere! Patton paused his tickling, brought Virgil to the floor on his back and laid across Virgil’s waist while tickling the doll’s stubby feet. “YOHOHOHOU-” Virgil sat up quickly and started tickling Patton’s belly and hips to try and get him back. And, he did successfully get a few titters out of Patton! But Patton still continued to tickle his feet, which started to drive Virgil up the wall. Trying to get someone back was hard, especially when someone was tickling one of your worst spots at the same time!

Virgil finally attempted to tickle both Patton’s neck and Patton’s hip at the same time. Patton let out a surprised guffaw, but quickly tried to recover and resume his tickles on the doll’s feet stubs. Virgil tried multiple other spots at once, but couldn’t get Patton back properly without being overcome by foot tickles and giving up! It was agitating!

Suddenly, Virgil remembered something! He sat himself up, shoved his hands into Patton’s armpits and tickled each armpit at a time super quickly. Patton squawked and bucked, and quickly swayed back and forth! “VIRG-VIHIRGIL-” Patton struggled to speak without accidentally laughing.

“You gonna break yet? Or am I gonna have to tickle you more?” Virgil asked, repeating what Patton said to him earlier.

Patton squeezed his eyes shut and tightened his grip. This caused the grip on the doll to tighten, leading to slight pain and asphyxiation inside Virgil’s body. It felt like someone was crushing his middle! It felt weird and almost scary! “P-PAT!” Virgil shouted, his hands starting to clutch his body. With no moment to lose, Virgil reached for Patton’s foot and tickled it as quickly as he could with his fingers alone.

“VIHIHIHIRGIHIHIHIHIL!” Patton shouted as he dropped the doll onto his lap. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Patton screamed and cackled as he kicked his feet around. Virgil took a moment to get his breath back a bit and quickly resumed tickling Patton’s foot.

As it turns out, Both sides had something in common: Both of them were SUPER ticklish on their feet! This ended up turning into a big competitive tickle fight to see who could last the longest while someone tickled their feet. It was soon discovered that Virgil was just a bit more ticklish on his feet than Patton, by half a second!

Then Virgil’s hair was removed from the doll, the doll’s features returned back to resembling Patton. That was a really cool, unexplainable feature that Virgil’s homemade voodoo doll possessed: the power of shapeshifting.

...Maybe there were bits of Voodoo magic that can be activated on its own...

[drivingsideways]

k-drama rec list

Prior to 2020 I’d maybe watched 2 k-dramas in my entire life, but this year I got sucked in, thanks to some great recs, and y’know, *gestures * everything.  

I think I’d held off watching kdramas because my impression of them was limited to romances that I didn’t enjoy at all. But this was the year I discovered the equivalent of “gen fic�� kdrama- dramas that had wonderful ensemble casts, strong story lines that weren’t entirely romance focused and also a variety in terms of themes and styles. A big plus was that I found so many of these dramas had women leading the writers’ room, and seeing the effect of that in the story telling. (Notable exceptions: a certain “star” writer who should please stop inflicting her badly written, formulaic crap on the world, yes Kim Eun-Sook, I mean you, and whoever wrote that trashfire Flower of Evil)

So here I am with my own rec list! Caveat- these are mostly not the dramas released in 2020, I’m still playing catch up! :)

Under the cut for length

My Mister/ My Ahjussi  (2018, Written by Park Hae-Young, Directed by Kim Won-Seok, starring Lee Sun-kyun and Lee Ji-eun aka IU) 

This was definitely my absolute favourite of the shows I watched this year across western/ asian media. It’s a story about the thread that binds us all and the ineffability of human connection. It’s also a story that deconstructs ideas of masculinity and honour and shame in a non-western context, but with an extremely compassionate touch.  It’s a story that doesn’t shy away from showing the consequences of material and spiritual poverty; and how one can so easily feed into the other. It’s a love story that isn’t a romance, except that it’s a Romance. It’s about finding salvation in one another and in the kindness of strangers.  It’s about choosing life, and picking yourself up off the floor to take that one last step and then the next and then the next. The one quibble I have with the series is that it could have been better paced, it does get extremely slow after the half way mark. But god, do they land the ending. Both Lee Sun-kyun and IU turn in absolutely heartbreaking performances, and fair warning, be prepared to go through an entire box of tissues watching this series. 

Life  (2018,  written by Lee Soo-yeon  and directed by Hong Jong-chan, starring Lee Dong-wook, Cho Seung-woo, Won Jin-ah, Lee Kyu-hyung, Yoo Jae-myung and Moon So-ri.)

Medical dramas are very much not my thing, and I wouldn’t have taken a chance on it except that @michyeosseo said I should, and she was right! It’s a medical drama in the sense that it’s set in a hospital, but rather than a “case-fic” format, this is actually a sharp commentary on the corporatization of health care, and the business of mixing, well, money and what should be a fundamental human right. Writer Lee Soo-yeon was coming off the global success of Stranger/Secret Forest S1 when this aired, so I understand that expectations were probably sky-high, and people were disappointed when this show didn’t give them the adrenaline rush that they wanted. On the other hand, I thought that this outing was really much more nuanced in terms of the politics and also how the ending doesn’t allow you the luxury of easy-fixes. This show has a great ensemble cast, and while it took me a while to get used to Lee Dong-wook’s woodenness (i ended up calling him mr.cadaver after watching this and was surprised to learn that he’s very popular?), in the end I was quite sold on his version of angry angst-bucket elder-sibling Dr.Ye Jin-woo. His best scenes were with Lee Kyu-hyung who turns in a lovely, achy performance as the paraplegic Dr. Ye Seon-woo who just wants to live a normal life. The love story between the two brothers is actually the emotional backbone of the story, and I think they landed that perfectly. 

My one quibble with writer-nim is that she ended up writing in a forgettable and somewhat (for me at least) uncomfortable romance between the characters played by Won Jin-ah and Cho Seung-Woo. I think part of my uncomfortable-feeling was that I got the strong sense that the writer herself didn’t want to write this romance, it was as if she was being made to shoe-horn it in for Studio Reasons, and she basically grit her teeth and did the worst possible job of it.  I do wish we could have absolutely had the OT3 of my dreams: Moon So-ri/Cho Seung-woo/Yoo Jae-myung like, c’mon TV gods MAKE IT HAPPEN, just...look at them!!!! 

Anyway, that apart, I think this was a very engaging series, and by engaging, I also mean thirst-enabling, see below. 

 Stranger (aka Secret Forest  or Forest of Secrets) S1 & 2 : (2017-, Written by Lee Soo-yeon, directed by 

2017′s smash hit aired a much anticipated second season in 2020, and I managed to catch up just in time to watch that live, so that was thrilling :D . Writer Lee Soo-yeon  mixes up thriller/office comedy/political commentary in an ambitious series. I think S1 is more “exciting” than S2 in terms of the mystery and pacing,  but S2 is far more dense and interesting in terms of political commentary because it takes a long hard look at institutional corruption and in true writer-nim fashion doesn’t prescribe any easy solutions. Anyway, please enjoy public prosecutor Cho Seung-woo and police officer Bae Doona as partners/soulmates kicking ass and taking names in pursuit of Truth, Justice and just a goddamn peaceful meal, along with a stunningly competent ensemble cast. Also yes, Han Yeo Jin is a lesbian, sorry, I don’t make the rules. 

Search: WWW  (2019, Written by Kwon Do-Eun, directed by Jung Ji-hyun & Kwon Young-il, starring  Im Soo-jung, Lee Da-hee, Jeon Hye-jin)

GOD. Where do I start? +1000 for writer Kwon Do-Eun saying “fuck the patriarchy” in the most grandiose way possible, i.e. absolutely refusing to acknowledge that it exists. Yes, this is that power fantasy, and it’s also a fun, slice-of-life  tale about three women navigating their way through work, romance, national politics and everything in between. It’s true that I wasn’t entirely sold on the amount of time spent on the romance, and I really wish they’d actually had a textual wlw romance, though the subtext through the entire series is PRACTICALLY TEXT. But still, it maintains that veneer of plausible deniability and I think queer fans who are sick of that kind of treatment in media have a very valid grouse against the show. On the other hand, personally I felt that the queer-platonic vibe of the show is very wonderful and true to real life, and it was only reinforced by the ending. This is a show written by a woman for women (like me), and it shows. 

Hyena  (2020, Written by Kim Roo-Ri, directed by Jang Tae-yoo & Lee Chang Woo, starring  Kim Hye-soo and Ju Ji-hoon )

Those of you who’ve been watching hit zombie epic Kingdom are probably familiar with Ju Ji-hoon’s brand of sexiness already. I had not watched Kingdom and got hit in the face by Mr.Sexy McSexyPants’ turn as a brash, privileged-by-birth, up and coming lawyer who gets completely runover by the smoking hot and incredibly dangerous fellow lawyer/competitor from the other side of the tracks in the person of Kim Hye-Soo. When I say they set the room on fire, I mean it, ok. Every single scene between these two is an actual bonfire of sexual attraction and emotional hand grenades, and they’re both absolutely riveting to watch. “Flower of Evil” wishes they had what this show has- an actual grown up romance as opposed to a thirteen year old twilight fan’s idea of an adult romance. 

The “lawyer” shenanigans and the “cases” are hit or miss, and I think the occasional comedy fell flat for me. But that’s not why I mainlined like 6 episodes of this series overnight like a coke addict, and that’s not why you’re going to do it either. It’s so RARE, even in these enlightened days to find a female character like Jung Geum-ja: hard as nails, unapologetic about it, and not punished by the narrative for it. The best part for me is that she feels like a woman’s woman, not a man’s idea of what a Strong Female Character should be. Anyways, when I grow up I want to have what Kim Hye-soo has ok?

Other dramas that I watched this year, quickly rated:

The King: Eternal Monarch (3/10 and those 3 points are only for the combined goodness of second leads who deserved better- Jung Eun Chae, Woo Do Hwan and Kim Kyung Nam. Please head over to my AO3 and read my attempts to fix this garbage fire and rescue their characters from canon)

Flower of Evil (-10/100, dont @ me)

Tale of the Nine Tailed (5/10, I think it succeeds at what it set out to do, which is a light hearted, sweet fantasy-romance-melodrama, plus “second lead” Kim Beom will make you cry as the hot mess of a half human/ half fox spirit ALL TEARS character. I think if you’re into kdrama romances as a genre, this is probably a good bet?)

Signal  (7/10,  This was the first full kdrama I watched this year and would definitely recommend. It’s a police procedural with time travel shenanigans and has an engaging plot, good pacing, texture and compelling performances. My one disappointment with it was the way they wrote Kim Hye-soo’s character. As literally the only female character to survive in any way, she was given short shrift, and toward the end it really began to grate on me.)

Six Flying Dragons - (7/10, also would recommend if you’re interested in Korean historicals. It definitely already feels a bit dated in terms of styling and production values, and even scripting and acting choices. But it has a good balance of fantasy and history and political commentary. I was not a fan of Yoo In-Ah’s performance in this series, but it’s not anything that would make you want to nope out of the series. It’s GoT , if GoT was thoughtful about politics and characters and not the misogynist, racist trashfire that it became.)

My Country: The New Age - (3.5/10, and that’s 3 points to Jang Hyuk’s fan and 0.5.points to Woo Do Hwan’s heaving bosom. If you like your historical drama/fantasy with very pretty men, very gay subtext -seriously RIP to show makers who thought they could hetero it but didn’t account for Woo Do Hwan’s Tragic Face- lots of blood and tears and very nonsense plot, this is right up your alley. I probably would have enjoyed it more in other circumstances, I think? But this one just annoyed me too much at the time! 

I have a couple of more dramas to watch on my list, that’ll probably carry me over into 2021, so see ya on the other side! :D

[justsomefluff]

Hi hun! I love your work so much! I was wondering if you could do ATEEZ reacting to finding out you still sleep with your baby blanket? I still sleep with mine and I’m 19 and I’m throughly embarrassed about it 😅 thank you so much!!!

Okay thats endearing af so don't be embarrassed!!! Also this is kinda short bc I was getting really soft and I could've written forever but I couldn't let myself go there lmao

Hongjoong: 

(ok this gif doesn't really match but it’s so funny wtf)

The second he finds out you still have your blanket he’s like... I’d die for you

Like he loves that you have that innocent, meaningful part of your life still with you

Joong loves that it shows your soft side, that only he gets to see

It really shows him that you are a sentimental person and he’s like “I hope she keeps me forever like that blanket uwu”

Loves and I mean LOVES when he finds you sleeping with it

Whether he caught you in the middle of a nap, or maybe you went to bed earlier than he did

He sees that and it’s cuddle time

Doesn’t like to disturb your sleep though so he’ll just very gently wrap himself around you and brush your hair out of your face

Just a lot of soft touches until he falls asleep too

Seonghwa:

Mama Hwa activated

you’ve got a baby blanket, and youre already his baby? Perfect for his need to parent

Like he’ll still be boyfriend goals but he’s also gonna treat you like a toddler sometimes

Not in a bad way, I mean like he’s gonna tuck you in and sing you to sleep and all that stuff an actual mom would do

He just cant help himself, I mean really you need to go easy on him

He’s too soft around you

Like he might die if you get any cuter, cut it out!!!

And he always makes sure you have the blanket the way you like it before you sleep

Like if you just wanna hold it? Cool he’s got you. If you wanna wrap up in it...Also cool!

Will take care of all your blankie needs without question

Just wants to give you the world :’)

Yunho:

the second he finds out about your blanket he’s gonna wanna get a matching one

“Wtf why” 

“so I can have a piece of you when im on tour” and your hearts just goes POOF

and so he finds one super similar (not necessarily identical but its one that works)

becomes just as attached to his new blanket at you are to yours

takes it everywhere

but its so cute like you guys will be cuddled on the couch each with your respective blanket omg

and the guys find you all the time like passed out with your blankies and holding hands and stuff

they’ll take pictures of you two to tease you about it but you guys secretly save every single photo

it’s just perfect lock screen material really

Yeosang:

Teases you at first, I can’t even lie about that

but it’s not mean or anything it’s more like “you love that blanket more than me” kind of thing

but eventually he just sees it as a part of you

and if you’re ever not holding it, it’s so jarring to him

like “where's the blanket this is so weird you look naked we gotta go get it”

it always puts a smile on his face though

like if you ever have to go somewhere that you cant or don't want to bring it to, then he’ll stay home and secretly bury his face in it

it becomes a comfort thing for him too bc it smells so much like you

if you ever catch him smelling it he’ll be like “I WAS JUST SEEING IF MAYBE WE NEED TO WASH IT”

he’s embarrassed but you’re endeared to no end

you’ve totally got at least one picture of him with it somewhere bc I mean... your two fav things on earth in one pic?

magical

San:

I WAS SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS ONE AH

Okay San relates heavy bs you’ve got your blankie and he’s got Shiber

Will send you pics of Shiber wrapped up in your blankie like bro :’(

And you guys will stuff both Shiber and your blanket in between you and hug at the same time

Because lets face it, nothings gonna get in the way of cuddles alright I don't make the rules

And one night he’ll be like “let’s trade for today”

but then five minutes in both of you are like “nope nope we gotta switch back I cant do this”

but you both think it’s really funny low-key and end up laughing at each other’s inability to sleep without your favorite thing

he’s so sweet to you about it though like if you’re ever sad, he knows exactly what to bring to make you feel better

uses the blanket constantly and whenever you’re at home he always has it for you

like you sit down in another room for two seconds and he’s like

“You left this in the bedroom” and throws it at you

and he’ll get Shiber too bc “they’re friends”

overall he’s just so cute about it and genuinely understands the need to have something like that around

Mingi:

(^ him practicing his keynote speech on why you should cuddle with him instead)

Okay Mingi’s a big baby about it 

like he gets it but he’s low-key (read: highkey) jealous of the blanket right

“Cuddle me insteadddd”

won't let you live like fr

never tries to take it from you or anything though

just wants you to prioritize cuddles with him is all

will literally take advantage of any moment that you don't have it right

like if you're on the couch watching a movie he’s basically in your lap

if that’s your emotional support blanket then you’re his emotional support human okay

“why do you need an emotional support blanket when I can be your emotional support Kpop boy?”

“Mingi, I don't think that’s how it works” (I mean can he really still be your emotional support Kpop boy if he's already your bf? how’s that work?)

he eventually figures out a way to get his cuddles though

he just compromises and sleeps under the blanket with you

“Why didn’t I think of this before it’s perfect?” 

“Maybe bc you're an idiot” 

cue play fighting that leads to smoochies under the blanket

Wooyoung:

Ok this one is problematic for you

because he likes to borrow it

“Wooyoung-ah, that’s MINE”

he has the “mom says it’s my turn” attitude lmao

like no. it’s not your turn if it’s not YOURS...I digress

he gets so annoying about it that you cave and buy him his own blanket

it’s not even close to the same kind as yours, but you got one in his fav color and everything so he’s really excited about it

covers your face in kisses to show his gratitude

but he immediately washes it with the special detergent you use so that it’ll still smell like yours

and he turns into Linus from Charlie Brown you know?

never washes his blanket and takes it literally everywhere

if you wash it for him he won't talk to you for like a whole day lmao

“But it had to be done. Wooyoungie, it was for the greater good”

“Shut up”

but he’s secretly really happy that the detergent smell is back bc it reminds him of you awwww

so basically he picked up your habit really fast and it just sticks

Jongho:

tell me why Jongho is protective of your blanket

jk, I know why

it’s bc he knows you’d be devastated if anything ever happened to it

he’s always chaperoning you like “Jagiya, don’t eat that rn you’ll get crumbs on your blanket”

or “be careful not to spill that on your blanket, bb”

like “Jongho...sweetheart...I GOT IT”

and if anything ever happened to it, like it gets stained or ripped or something

he’s already googling how to fix it

acts like a surgeon “ok, we need to be very gentle with this stain” “cut the thread very precisely”

so dramatic, but it’s cute because you know he’s only like that to make sure you’re happy and have everything you need

like three months after he finds out that you have the blanket he’s basically a certified tailor and stain-remover

perfect house-wife when it comes to your blankie lmao