#9 of 12

[zeehasablog]

Le maschere della commedia dell’arte

ISABELLA

Come altre maschere femminili della Commedia dell’arte, ricopriva il ruolo di «amorosa» o di pastorella, indossando naturalmente costumi diversi a seconda del ruolo.

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The masks of the commedia dell’arte

ISABELLA

Like other female masks of the Commedia dell’arte, she played the role of "amorous" or shepherdess, naturally wearing different costumes depending on the role.

[peaches-of-1]

Day 9 | Eggnog

Yayeet. Merry Christmas!

Teacher!Reader x Principal!Jin

Warnings: Drinking, seduction, leash, collar, slight BDSM themes, Christmas innuendo, smut, no condom (presents are better wrapped), slight pregnancy kink, creampie, cuddles.

Includes sfw pics

It was a light snowfall your third year in Korea, just being a teacher as almost everyone in this room was. You weren’t great at Korean by any means, but that was “ok” because you taught English to middle schoolers using K-pop lyrics in your curriculum.

Either way, you had maybe…sort of fallen in love with the principal of that school. Kim Seokjin was such a handsome and kind man that had the best relationship with all the teachers, especially when they laughed at his dad jokes. However, you stuck out like a sore thumb.

Even for Korea, people said you dressed too conservatively. You liked to cover up, so what? Sweaters were nice and long dresses were comfy. Also, it made you feel like royalty everytime you had to lift it up in order not to trip on stairs.

Jin, though. He was so good at his job. The last day of classes, he even stopped by your room to see if you were coming to his Christmas party next week. You were, of course. You had the biggest crush on him and weren’t going to miss it for the world.

“I shall be coming to your party. Is there anything specific you would like me to bring Principal Kim?” You were packing up your bag after all the students were gone.

“Just a smile and maybe some food. Lots of it since Miss Han finally got pregnant and will need something to do other than drink.” He smiled and then went to the next room.

So it wasn’t just for you. Of course it wasn’t special. He was just being a great man.

Everybody was happy at the party, dressed in the various Christmas colors. Green, white, red. Well, except you. The sweater dress you were wearing had no decoration on it beside the naturally occuring knit pattern. You had thought it was a forest green, but it was just a faded black.

Not many of the other teachers were talking to you. Snow was falling down outside, so many of those arriving showed up with white flakes in their hair that they dusted off or ended up melting moments after coming into the warm apartment.

Miracles were happening all around tonight, what with one of the teachers getting proposed to by his longtime boyfriend. You couldn’t help but glance up at Jin who was cheering and congratulated the two men with an extra generous pour of cranberry wine and giving them a second bottle to take home.

This was the...third...fifth year you had been single in December. From afar you had loved him, but never let it show. Always watching. Never reaching, but…

This Christmas, you decided to risk it all. However, you were so afraid of doing so. You were planning to tell Kim Seokjin how you felt about him and would either drink in celebration by his side or alone on your couch. Maybe some of the matcha eggnog would calm your nerves.

So you got a new glass and stirred it with a peppermint stick. Jin didn’t have to say yes, but you really wanted him too.

“You’re the English teacher, right? Well, the one that everyone says dresses like a prude.” A young teacher’s assistant asked in one of those Sexy Santa dresses.

You turned around, “Um, uh, yes. And the one who brought the artichoke dip for everyone. I made...I uh, I made it myself.” was someone actually talking to you?

She bowed, “It is nice to meet you. I am Min Amy, and I help teach science.”

“I am Y/N. It is nice to meet you.” I bowed in return.

“So, how come you aren’t dressed as festively as everyone else?” Amy asked.

“It’s because I thought this was a dark green, but it’s not. I didn’t have proper lighting it seems.” You giggled nervously.

As Amy went on about her job and how she thought everyone was being too harsh on you, worried eyes went to the source of loud laughter. Jin was joking with a group of female teachers. He was probably secretly dating one of them, like those idols do. Jin was handsome enough to be an idol himself.

Your heart felt so blue that you decided not to do it. There was no way that you could. The green of the eggnog mixed with soju comforted your resignation. Soon enough, the party was over and you decided to at least help the principal to clean up after everyone. He was thankful and gave you a black trash bag to put all the cups.

“Silver Bells” played on the TV radio and it reminded you that mistletoe's for two.

Ok, fine. You downed the rest of a drink and used the false courage to act on your feelings.

Jin had gone into his bedroom for something, and you stood outside his bedroom door after taking off your sweater and putting your coat on over your lingerie. You weren’t thinking right, but you had to do this now. Then you knocked on the door.

He opened it, “Ah, are you already done? You seem ready to go.”

You shook your head and placed your hand on his chest, “I found a color, that only tells the truth, that paints a picture of how I feel for you.”

“Y/N, what are you talking about?” The black haired idol like man asked. “Are you singing Kelly Clarkson?”

You shoved him on the bed and his back hit the mattress. His confusion gave you time to straddle him and you took off your coat to slowly reveal the extra Christmas gift you got him.

“This Christmas, I'm gonna risk it all. This Christmas, I'm not afraid to fall.” You looked up at his white walls and then at his quickly reddening face.

Your body was covered in nothing more than the Sexiest of Santa outfits, red lingerie where the push up bra aspect of it was covered in white furry trim. There was also a red collar around your neck and a thin thong clinging to your ass.

“I like you, Jin-oppa.” You pouted and blushed while you looked at him. “I really really like you. I have ever since I started working at the school. Sorry for being so extreme, but there was no other way I could tell you so honestly about my feelings.”

He was only supposed to see this if he accepted them, but the alcohol made you jump the gun. Jin caught you off guard as he stood up and took you to the living room.

“Wh-what are you doing? Kim-nim?” You asked, trailing behind as he pulled your and and sat you on the couch.

“Stay there.” he went into the kitchen and came back with a cup of water. “Drink this. I’m not doing anything with a drunk teacher. Really, Y/N. I didn’t know there was this side of you.”

“K-Kim. Kim-nim. I’m sorry, I just--”

He put a finger on your lips and went back to his room. Wow, wow, wow, even though you were past tipsy, you knew that you’d be fired before New Year’s Day rolled around. He was probably looking up if you had tenure. The water and shame sobered you up rather quickly before the principal came back with...something in his hands.

“To be honest, Y/N. I have always dreamed of seeing you so naughty like this. Lift up your neck.” Jin said as he approached you in nothing but Christmas boxers where his cock was making the candy cane stand up.

You swallowed and did as told, letting him clip the leash to the ring on your collar. Then he leaned down to kiss you under the mistletoe before keeping the white dotted leaves in place and standing up straight. It was right above his--

“This is a special candy cane, make sure you suck on it super well.” He purred, turning you on more than any fantasy you had ever had about him.

Just the other night, you were telling yourself that you wouldn’t be able to feel him if you didn’t tell him how you felt. This Christmas, you weren’t the only one risking it all. With a tug of the leash, your nose was pressed against his hard mass, and you teased him by giving it kisses and letting yourself get more and more aroused. His crotch smelled like peppermint. Was it lube?

Either way, you began to suck on the fabric covered penis and heard a pleasurable hiss come from the man who was losing it rather quickly as he tossed the mistletoe aside and used his now free hand to grasp at your chest. 

“Now, let’s go back into the bedroom. That’s where you want to do this, right?”

You nodded eagerly, drool dripping from your mouth. Jin pulled the leash and told you to crawl all the way there. You followed his orders like the good little elf you were.

He closed the door behind him as you got comfortable on his bed. He grabbed a red and white festive bottle and told you to put your ass up. You got on all fours and raised your ass, allowing Jin to pull them down and place kisses on your cheeks followed by a firm slap. You didn’t know if that was supposed to turn you on, bit it did.

“Oh, Miss (Y/N), seeing such a conservative girl like you in such a position is driving me wild. Sorry for rushing, but I can’t take not fucking you like an animal any longer, but first, lube.”

He opened the cap and sweet peppermint filled the air. It was the lube! Heated lube that made you moan into his pillows as he covered your already wet dripping pussy in the solution. Jin then tossed it on the side and slid in with a moan.

When had he taken off his under--

“Ohhhh, fuccckkkkk.” Both of you moaned.

He had a tight grip on your leash, pulling you back for an angle that had you seeing star shaped tree toppers. You couldn’t control your moans at all. God, you were so loud! Even when playing by yourself and only dreaming of his dick, you could only manage shy whimpers.

“Y/N, oh, Y/N, you’re so naughty. I’ll have to use all my niceness to hope Santa forgives you.” He growled into your ear as he played with your clit.

“Yes! Oh, yes! Jin, oh good. Ahhhhhh~~~” You tried to cover your mouth because embarassment was starting to seep back in.

Principal Jin pushed you forward enough so that you would need your hands to keep yourself in position, “Nuh-uh, Miss Naughty Teacher. I want to hear you call out my name. I want to hear your desperate moans that sound sweeter than any jingle bells. Don’t deprive me of you any longer.”

A shiver went down your spine, and you nodded, “Yes, Jin.”

“Good girl,” he kissed your cheek and made a trail down your neck. “Now call me oppa like you did earlier.”

“O-oppa?”

Jin kissed your neck even more, egging you on.

“Oppa! Oppa! Jin-oppa, please fuck me. I’ve been so naughty!”

“As you wish.” The man used some discarded ribbon to tie your arms together and then got you in a position where your leg was over his broad shoulder.

Everyone always talked about how large they were, but never did you think you’d be interacting with them like this. Once, you had given them a massage right before finals because he was stressed about keeping the school’s ranking. Now you were the one getting your cervix massaged by his thick head.

“Do you think Santa would get mad if I came before he did?”

“Inside, inside. It’s ok.” You panted out.

Jin chuckled, “You wanna be pregnant like Miss Han? Hmm? I bet you’d look so cute with a round tummy. Think of, oooo, think of all the other teachers finding out you fucked the principal and are pregnant with his child. Fuck, I’m gonna come in your chimney!”

You giggled, “Fuck, I really love you.”

A sudden smile crossed the principal’s face as he kissed you deeply through his orgasm which triggered your own release all over his cock. Your insides were covered with Jin’s white snow.

“Oh wow.” He panted and then held you close. “Now that’s a Christmas gift.”

“Yeah, yeah it was.”

He giggled and kissed your cheek, “Do you really like me, Miss Y/N or did you just want a Christmas fuck?”

“I really like you, Kim-nim.”

“Good. I’m really happy that you do. Merry Christmas.”

You looked up at him with his eyes blown out from lust and smile on both of your faces, “Merry Christmas.”

[silverxenomorph]

Nine of Twelve is Day 23 of Inktober & Lost Light Fest

Resistance is Futile... Wait wrong series!

[beachypeasysandy]

Besides Trev, he was my closest friend on the team. Partially due to us being friends with Trev, but also from our interactions on the practice field. Being a cornerback, he made it a point to keep me and the receivers on our toes with his insanely accurate ability to read plays, deflect passes and jump in front of offensive players at the last second to catch a ball. 

Something that usually led to us wisecracking taunts and insults at each other when one of us succeeded

“Man, if we’d been in town we could’ve ridden together.” His hand patted my shoulder like I’d just lost out on the greatest prize, but I knew the truth.

“And we’d still be standing in Bridgeport, arguing over who should drive.” I joked, mostly. Which was what made it so funny and as everyone laughed, I turned my attention to the next in line.

I’d heard of Paisley long before meeting her. She and Pamela were legends at ASU and were still talked about by those who knew and respected women’s college basketball. I’d heard all about the two of them and Paisley’s successful pro career in my college years, but I hadn’t gotten to know her until she and Wes started dating.  

They were the other ridiculously happy couple I knew.

“In that case, I’d have to drive.” She set us straight and gave me my fourth hug of the night. I chuckled along with everyone else and smiled at her before Trev motioned to my left and began introducing me to the only other guest; the owner of the mysterious car.  

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[candywafercutie]

I started drawing this a month ago and then forgot about it until today

9/12 is hot tho

[beachypeasysandy]

I didn’t know what I felt as turned down the hall and walked back towards the front doors. I knew I felt bad for Tiff; it always hurt when someone you were interested in turned you down, and as much as she had been interested in Trev, his rejection would sting for a while. 

And as glad as I was that he had chosen his recovery and career, I couldn’t help but wonder about what would’ve happened if I heard him make the other decision. The thought made me stop dead in my tracks, right in front of the glass doors.

"What's wrong, Trev? I don't bite. . .hard."

I could imagine his smirk and him pulling her towards him. “I do.”

The image made my stomach and heart hurt and I tried to ignore it. I pushed the front doors open and hoped that my reaction to my overactive imagination wouldn’t follow me. But with each step, the feeling grew stronger and as much as I tried to ignore it, I knew what I felt and I knew Tiff probably felt something similar as she walked to her car. I would have felt rejected if he’d made the other decision, but it baffled me why I felt that way. 

I had no claim to Trev, we were some kind of. . .weird friends that occasionally talked in parking lots, garages and on practice fields. And even if there had been something else, which I felt more than certain that there wasn’t, his focus was on his recovery and career, which was the way it should be. There was no reason why I should’ve felt that way, but I couldn’t deny that I did.

I continued to try to reason with myself as made it to my car and flung my bag in the backseat, trying to convince myself that I was crazy and deranged for feeling the way I did.

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[silvester-rosemary]

October means changing your tumblr theme to Pumpkin.