#dollops and blobs

[idcallmyselfhuman]

BAKING IN A TROPICAL CLIMATE IS A PAIN IN THE FUCKING ASS

[bittersw33t-lotus]

Little Life

Ghosting Series pt. 3

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem! Reader

Cw: pregnancy stuff, reader is female, cursing (let me know I I missed anything)

A/N: sorry if this is very short the chapters may be pretty short just so my motivation to keep writing can stay.

Part 2 here

“Alright hon, if you can lay on the bed and lift your shirt over your belly please.” Dr. Raven says, the woman pointing to the dull looking patient bed with thin paper lining fitted over the cushion.

You give a quaint nod and follow her words, sitting down on the bed— to your surprise— the cushion was surprisingly comfortable to sit on. You bring your shirt up over your stomach stopping below your rib cage; laying back and waiting for Dr. Raven to prepare for the scanning. You watch as she brings out a plastic bottle you assumed was the gel, as she opened the plastic cap, she looks at you. “Okay, I’m going to put this on your abdomen. Be prepared, this will be cold.” She says as she squeezes the bottle over your stomach, the bright translucent blue gel slithers out the opening and trails down towards your stomach.

The moment it makes contact with your skin, your stomach retracted back at the cold viscous material. You shudder a breath and laugh a bit. “You weren’t lying.” You joked as Raven smiled and chucked at your response.

“Always takes them by surprise.” She says squeezing out a good dollop of gel, she finishes squeezing the bottle, pulling it away and closing the cap back on. Placing it back down on the table beside her— she grabs the transducer clicking a few buttons and the screen turns on.

“Alright, a we are good to go.” She mutters before placing the nub against your abdomen, spreading the gel around your stomach while she looks at the screen seeing the scan coming through, adjusting the nub to hover over your lower abdomen.

You watch the screen feeling a bit anxious as you watch— trying to figure out exactly what you were seeing. After a couple seconds you immediately spot a little white blob. A baby.

“There it is. Your baby.” She tells you, pointing to the small bean sized blob displayed on the screen. You stare at the screen in awe. That’s really inside you. Your baby slowly growing by the second, yours and Simon’s baby.

“So tiny.” You say under your breath as Dr. Raven nods to your words.

“You’re only eight weeks currently, and based off the tests that we did, it looks like you and the baby are doing just fine so far, baby is healthy and growing, overall you’re both doing great. I’ll provide you with some prenatal vitamins for you to take. However, I did notice in your readings, your blood pressure is a bit high than we’d like it to be so I need you to make sure you’re not overworking yourself, do more things to keep you calm and not focus and do things that cause you such distress if that’s possible. Other than that, you’re all set and good to go. Do you have any questions for me?” Dr. Raven says as she takes a few pictures of the scan to print out for you.

You breathe out in relief, the baby is all good. You figured the high blood pressure was definitely caused by the whole situation with Simon so you don’t know how you can make yourself forget about it, on top of that you’ve also been worried about finding a place to live and trying to figure out your financial situation now with Simon out of the picture. You take a deep breath and nod at Dr. Ravens advice. “I’ll be sure not to.” You tell her with a small smile as she hands you a paper towel to wipe off the gel, which you take.

“Would you be comfortable with telling me the cause for your mental or physical wellbeing may be? Anything that maybe I could help you with if possible.” She asks you; you can spot the concern in her eyes when she brings it up.

You shake your head and ignore the feeling you felt as she brings it up but regardless you smile and shake your head. “Just trying to deal with not having the father in the picture. He decided he didn't want to be around." You tell her as she nods, understanding your words.

"I'm sorry to hear that." She tells you as you simply shrug your shoulders pulling you shirt back down.

"it's fine, think we'll be better off without him anyways.” You tell her. It's true, to an extent, at least that’s what keep telling yourself. You know you can do this all on your own. It won't be easy, but you hope you can manage. But deep down, you know you'll never be okay— not without having Simon by your side.

He’ll miss out on so much, like watching your baby grow, learning, overcoming obstacles as parents, learning new things that come along with have a baby— as that baby also learns from you. You both won’t grow old together like you both wanted, with a bunch of animals, but with the baby included, maybe one or two more if things had worked out in the end.

You finish up the remaining paper work you had to sign and received your vitamins. Dr. Raven hands the ultrasound pictures to you in a white envelope and you make your way back to the lobby where Jared waited, still sitting and reading the pamphlets. He looks up as he notices you approaching and smiles as he stands up. “How’d it go?” He asks you.

You hold up the envelope with a smile. “It was great, got to see the baby, doctor said that they’re healthy and everything looks good thankfully. Just have to focus on not stressing myself out so much.” You tell him as you both make your way out of the building and into the parking lot.

“That’s great to hear. I’m sure Stacy already told you but she has a surprise in stock for you but she’s wondering if you have anything nice to wear.” He asks you as you approach the car.

Opening the car door you think for a minute before you nodded. “Yeah, I should.” You tell him. You’re sure you can find something. You took everything with you when you left Simon’s place, all your things are still in boxes save for the necessities that you need, but you’re sure you can find something.

On the drive back you spent the entire car ride back home staring and looking at the ultrasound picture, the little blob that you still couldn’t grasp was your baby, just still needed some more months to grow before you can meet them and that made you anxious. You don’t think you could wait that long.

“What’re you hoping for?” Jared asks you, steering the wheel as he switches to the next lane, glancing at the photos in your hand.

You think about it for a moment, it hasn’t crossed your mind surprisingly. Either one would be great, there was a moment where you dreamt of having a baby girl with Simon. You can’t lie, the sight of Simon being a girl dad made you all giddy and warm. Then thinking about a little boy, one that looked like a copy and paste of Simon would be so cute. You smile as the possibilities ran through your head, of course you’re just being delusional, you wouldn’t be able to see that happen ever. Just a thought in the back of your mind.

“Honestly either would be great. I don’t mind what I have, as long as the baby is healthy that’s enough for me.” You say tucking the photos into your purse, holding it close to you.

Jared smiled and nodded. “Sounds great, you’ll make a great mother. I’m sure of it.” He says to you as you smile, the reassurance from Jared was something you didn’t know you needed but greatly appreciated.

“Thanks.” You say to him, before you know it you’ve finally made it back home.

Once you arrived home you got out the car and walked into the house. Right away Stacy approached you with a smile.

“How’d it go?” She asks you as she gets up from the soft couch and walking over towards you and Jared.

You pull out the envelope and pull out the multiple pictures and hand them out for her. Upon seeing them she awe’s as she examined the little bean like fetus. “Little baby.” She coos before looking at you. “How far along are you?” She asks you.

“Eight weeks. I’ll be able to see the baby’s gender by fourteen weeks.” You tell her as she hands back the photos to you. Placing them in you bag you can see Stacy smile as she walks towards the island counter of in the kitchen. “Oh, what was that surprise you had in store?” You ask her.

She props herself up on the counter with her elbows and looks at the time. “We decided to treat you to dinner tonight. We have a reservation set for six tonight. You feeling up for it?” She asks you.

You take a moment to think and nod your head a bit excited to hear you’ll be eating at a restaurant feeling your hormones go crazed at the thought of food. “Yeah, I’ll get ready now.” You tell her with a wide smile. You haven’t eaten out at a restaurant in a long time. Last time you went was with Simon for the last anniversary together.

Making your way to your ‘room’ you take out a box with your fancier clothes. Opening the box you pull out multiple tops, bottoms, and dresses. Finally choosing one you like you slip the dress on and admire yourself in the mirror. You bump is bulging out a bit, you take the time to admire it.

You took the time to shower, do your make up and get dressed right on time. Stacy looked at your outfit as you did a 360 showing off your outfit. “You’re not even half way into pregnancy and already look like a milf.” Stacy jokes, you laugh as you grab your purse.

“Don’t tell me lies Stace.” You tell her as she shrugs her shoulder.

“I only tell the truth.” She says as you both walk out the door and towards the already running car where Jared sat in waiting for you two.

“Fuckin’ hell.”

A click from the lock sounds from the front door as it swings open. Simon’s bulking frame walks through the door as he scans the house. It’s dark and eerily silent.

When Simon came back, he felt like shit. His heart dreaded coming home to see your answer. He hoped you stayed, at least long enough till he came back, he planned to move out the house and leave it for you if you decided to keep the baby. It would give him a peace of mind to know where you were and know that you and the kid were safe, and you could use the extra room and space for the baby. But, even if you got rid of it, he doesn’t know if your relationship could ever be the same.

However your answer was first made clear when your car not in the drive way. His heart dropped but he took a deep breath, ‘Maybe she’s at the store.’ He thought. He hadn’t texted you either to let him know he was coming home today, he couldn’t bring himself too.

You’re not here. It’s something Simon suspected but he still feels dread overcome him as he steps into the house and notices the little things around the house that belonged to you were gone. Your shoes were gone, your car keys, the blanket you left on the couch is gone. He walks into your shared bedroom, which is now his bedroom, opening the door and he’s stunned with how much of an eye sore it is. His room is so plain now, like how it looked before you moved in with him.

He remembers how much you wanted to decorate the place, especially the bedroom, you hated how lifeless the whole house looked. It didn’t take much to convince him to let you decorate saying , “Go crazy.” And you did. Literally. You decorated adding a touch of you but keeping it to an extent to not overwhelm Simon. You hung up a few decorations and posters in the bed room of bands you and Simon both loved. A few shelves displaying your books and trinkets. Your touch added to his home making it more like home for him. Like you were his home. He liked, loved it if he dare say, he worried you would over do the place but it look perfect. Like you.

But now as he looked around the house, he sees the walls are bare and plain. He feels plain now, empty. Sad. He looks through your closet and drawers only to find them completely bare and empty.

He walks into the living room notices your shoes are gonna as well from the rack, and the little table beside the front door, he noticed the white folded paper on the little ceramic plate that held their keys, walking over he pick up the paper seeing his name written on it in your hand writing, unfolding it reveals page with your writing inked into the material.

‘I know we made a promise but this is something that takes two to do, accidents happen and I know you never wanted children and you knew it was still on the table for me, I’m thankful that you gave me a choice, even if it wasn’t easy. I don’t want to drag you into something you never wanted but it still hurts that I have to chose between you and this baby. I figured it was best for the both of us if I left, you can keep your home and I can keep my baby. I hope you stay safe out there Simon and please take care of yourself. I still and always will love you and I’m sorry.’ Simon checked the back of the paper for anything else but it was empty. You didn’t say where or what you were going to do and it scared Simon. Were you safe, do you have a place to stay, do you have people to help?

He knew you weren’t really in any contact with your family, your only friends were Johnny, Gaz, and Price. His ‘friends’ were yours. For the most part Simon knew you didn’t have anyone to help you or look after you and the baby. “Fuck!”

Taglist <3

@wise-owl @sandyseagullsip @mileyraes @nicolebarnes @nikkyevansdochen22 @mattmurdock-wife24 @demonking-69 @mooievis @lunamoonbby @cherrycosmos392 @eevee-of-eternity @makimamybelovedwife @venavanup @amberpanda99 @simplyymee98 @callmeluno @stormy-stardust @ssc7514 @badbitchthings @moldypeaching @asteria33 @going-through-shit @blarba-girl @leonsgirlie @andoraamore @nobodycanknoww @thegreyjoyed @natashamea18 @kylies-love-letter @blackhawkfanatic @leehoonii-i @xenop0p @sh1ga-to3s

[ratedfleur]

was doing my weekly book read and i just went 😧 when i read it on crazy rich asians.. there was a teeny tiny part of a chapter where this weirdo former classmate attended a bachelor’s party and had the partygoers make ice cream sundaes on nude women— “No! Araminta would kill me if she found out I ate a hot fudge sundae off some girl’s pu … er, crotch.” and i immediately thought of food play which is something i’ve been wanting to write about! and just so it happened that i had this post bookmarked and i just thought …. JAY!

🔞: food play

being experienced in the kitchen, he knows which utensils or food would be safe to use on you in the bedroom if he were to feel adventurous. but one of the things that jay always wanted to try on you was ice cream.

jay knew how sensitive you were when it came to cold weather or temperatures, even towards cold food which you despised and that led to jay experimenting ice cream on you. 

his smile was small when he saw you shiver as he placed a dollop of ice cream right on your belly, your breath is shaky as jay took his sweet old time to decorate the sweet treat with chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and a cherry on top.

“i-it’s cold, baby..” you stutter when jay took a spoon and started mixing the ice cream, letting the melted treat pool at your lower belly before it dripped towards your cunt with how hot your body was becoming.

with jay being an asshole, he dragged the blob of ice cream towards your cunt, a shiver immediately shot up your back as you gasped, hand reaching for jay’s shoulder as you gripped him tightly.

it didn’t take long for jay to further spread your legs, watching as the ice cream slowly dripped down in between your folds, jay’s finger prods in between your folds as he spreads the ice cream around, chuckling when your pussy quivers with the soft touch of his finger. 

jay’s smile is sweet when he inches closer towards you, mouth immediately eating up the sweet treat on your cunt that was making a mess with each second passing. the sounds coming from jay is filthy as he slurps up and licks the melted ice cream off of your cunt, his tongue is relentless against your folds as he licks you clean. your hips repeatedly buck against jay’s face as he moans against your cunt, your breath starts to hitch when jay’s tongue focuses on your cunt while his hand dragged the cherry over your hole, he teases you constantly with the candied cherry, pushing and pulling the sweet into your hole.

letting the cherry slip into you, your walls immediately crush the cherry as you clenched over it, jay’s tongue swiftly moves down and slips into your hole, toying around your walls along with the cherry. he quickly scoops the cherry with his tongue, making you moan and whine when jay moans as he pulls away from your cunt and devours the cherry— immediately, your own moans increase in volume as you squirm and cum over nothing as you watched jay eat up the cherry that was once inside of you, leaving you wet and sticky as jay watched you with a smile.

[watermelonsugacry]

Y/n applying lotion on his torso..!

It would be last minute..and he would run to her and be like

‘Be quick’

NO BC THIS IS THE DOMESTIC SHIT THAT GOES ON ALL THE TIME WHEN THEY'RE ON TOUR TOGETHER

Ever since the couple has arrived to their hotel room, YN has been bugging him about applying sunscreen to his torso. Especially now more than ever since he chooses to basically go topless on stage (she'll never complain about that) while playing in an outdoor venue in Barcelona.

The first time she brought it up was in their hotel bathroom. Harry, fresh out of the shower with nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips, was busy untangling the necklaces around his neck when his wife comes into the room. She holds the bottle out to him with a suggestive tone and a raise of her brow.

He stands frozen for a second, eyeing the sunscreen with a contemplative hum before decidedly shaking his head.

"M'good, baby. Thank you."

She narrows her gaze at him, flickering her eyes from the bottle to her husband, before saying, "M'gonna bring it anyways."

YN turns on her heel but before she can fully leave the room, he reaches over and smacks the underside of her bum just to hear her squeak. He chuckles to himself when he sees her hand peek back into the room to show her middle finger at him.

The next time she brings up the sunscreen, is when he's doing a sound check later that day.

She watches from the sidelines, perched on top of an equipment box as she sits in on Harry and the Love Band rehearse before the show tonight. The yellow sunnies sitting on her face help block some of the glare from the bruiting sun reflecting from the massive stage. Everyone has the same idea along with shorts and some type of short sleeve top for their attire.

As much as YN loves to watch Harry in a white tank top, black Ray Bands, and a clip securing his curls on the top of his head, she wants nothing more than to sooth his tan skin with a protective layer of SPF.

While Harry talks some things over with Pauli and the horns ensemble, YN perks up when Sarah waves her over.

Harry's eyes flick over to his wife up on the platform with his drummer, helping apply lotion to the top of Sarah's back before going back to his conversation.

Soon enough, YN's offering sunscreen help to the rest of the band like a mom at a soccer game. Even Mitch rubs some over his arms while YN dollops a blob on his nose. Everyone happily accepts her offer...well, almost everyone.

When the band rehearses Grapejuice, Harry waltz up to where his wife sits as he sings, "There's never been someone else so perfect for me."

When she waggles the bottle in his face, he gives her a cheeky smile, playfully grabbing and tossing the bottle to the side. Before she can even get one word out in protest, he tugs her off her seat and pulls her in close as he sings.

She tries to pull away as he brings them to the middle of the stage, but his grip on her is strong.

His high notes go wobbly as he giggles, watching as YN gives up her efforts to escape. Eventually, she succumbs to his swaying and lopsided smile and slow dances with her husband for the rest of the song.

The last time she brings up the sunscreen is in his dressing room. And this time around, she doesn't ask.

Harry is already dressed for the stage and was busy tying his shoe laces when his wife's heels come into view. Not even a second later, so does that damn sunscreen bottle.

"Put it on."

"M'fine. I don't need it." Harry tries to reason. "It's gonna be night time when I'm performing out there anyways."

He holds back the temptation to smile at her stubborn look but he knows that'll only make her frustrated. But given that the cute pinch in her brow is already there, he guesses there's no point in trying to hide his smirk.

Plus, it's really hard to not already have a pleased expression at the sight of her in a silk blue dress that was only waiting to be taken off of her body by the end of the night.

"I don't care. Put on the fookin' lotion."

"No."

"Your chest has been red since the last show."

"You look beautiful."

"You're getting sunburned!"

"No m'not."

Before he can get another out, YN presses the pad of her index finger into the a spot by the one of the shallows tattooed on his chest and he hisses at the sting from his inflamed skin. He bats her hand away and notices how the yellow imprint from her finger slowly fades back to red. Despite the clear indication that she's right, he still doesn't say anything.

Even married, he can't let go of his pride to being wrong to his love. He's denied her of her help all day that it would only embarrass him and make him look bad if he gives in now.

Knowing this herself, YN tucks her lips in with a shrug. She places the bottle on the vanity and decides to leave the matter alone. She tried, and if he needs to have aloe vera be applied to his skin when it begins to peel, well, he could do that himself.

Despite how frustrated, irritated or upset the two might be at each other before a show, they're never ones of break their traditional pre-show ritual.

She cups his face and presses a short kiss to her husband's lips.

"Have fun out there. You're gonna do great. I love you."

His mouth opens to say something, anything, as she turns to walk out the room, but no words come out. Instead, he's left to finish getting ready with the icky feeling of guilt settling in and that damn bottle staring back at him.

Before the show starts, YN and her manager, Jenny, walk backstage to get to their designated spot in the pit for family and friends. She turns her head to the sound of feet hitting the pavement and a call of her name.

She furrows her brows when she sees Jeff and her husband running up to her, his cropped blue vest in hand instead of on his torso.

"What's wrong? Everything alright?" YN's voice is laced with concern given that he's supposed to be moments away from being on stage.

"Be quick." He pants out of breath. She's confused for a moment at what he could possibly mean. It's when she looks at what he's shoved in her hand that it finally clicks. She's quickly popping the cap off the bottle and squirting some lotion in the palm of her hand. After handing the sunscreen to her manager, she rubs her hands together before lathering up his torso, his abs, his chest--anywhere she can cover.

"Aw did you have to put on a little sunny-screen because your mummy told you to?" Jeff teases in a baby voice before breaking out in a laugh, only to receive a slap on the arm from Jenny.

YN doesn't even hit him back with a witty comment. Too smug, smiley and occupied with smoothing the lotion over her husband's broad shoulders and down his arms to care. So much so, that she doesn't even notice when Lloyd takes a few quick pictures of the couple before running off to take his place on stage.

She rubs the remaining bits of lotion over the apples of his cheeks, his t-zone, and his nose before taking hold of his face to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

"Okay, yeh all set."

He shakes his head at the smugness written all over her beautiful features. It shouldn't be a surprise to anyone how he always folds for her in the end, no matter how strong headed both of them are.

"You're lucky I love you."

"Please, you're the lucky one."

"Damn right I am," He grins at her giggle as he pulls her back in for another kiss. Too enthroned and stupidly in love with this woman, he doesn't think twice about cupping her cheek with one hand while his arm circles around her waist, deepening what was supposed to be a short and sweet kiss.

"Um, H?" Jeff calls after a moment. "You got a show to do, remember?"

"Mhm, yeah." Harry mumbles out of the corner of his mouth to not completely break the kiss, fully enclosing himself around his wife while her arms go around his neck. "Be there in a sec."

Jenny's back is the the couple, her hands clasped together as she looks up at the ceiling to give them their privacy. She already knows that its best to just let them be than trying to break them apart; for Harry's shows anyway. But when it comes for her singer, she's hustling YN to be on stage, ready to perform, and on time.

Jeff on the other hand is looking down the empty hallway, anxiously looking at the watch on his wrist before scratching at his brow. He spares a glance at the two with a pained expression.

"You Love Birds need to go on a second honeymoon or some something, you horny fucks."

"Way ahead of you, Jeffery."

Harry give a lopsided grin at YN's words, pressing another smearing kiss to her lips. The two weeks they used for their honeymoon back in January was barely enough time for anything before having to go back on their respected world tours. With both of their show numbers decreasing by the week, the married couple plans to go MIA for a very long time: drinking wine at their private villa in Italy, walking along the shore at their getaway beach house in Malibu, tangled under the sheets in their bedroom in France.

From their spot backstage, they can hear the field full of fans begin to scream in excitement as the intro video plays. Desperate, Jeff turns to the wife for some complacency. "Mrs. Styles? Unless you want your husband to be out of a job in the next 60 seconds?"

YN pulls away with a smile, biting her lip as her husband looks down at her like he's one kiss away from canceling the show.

"Think of me when you're out there." She closes her eyes when he bumps their foreheads together, nearly melting when he rubs their noses together; a soft and loving gesture despite the dirty thoughts swimming in his head.

"Always." Harry answers easily, bringing her hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the rock on her finger.

With a new sense of spunk and pump to be on stage, Harry throws a sly wink to his wife before maneuvering around her and walks towards the stage. YN's eyes linger on his back muscles as he lifts his arms in the air, looping them through the arm holes in his cropped vest.

His words are cheeky and light as he says over his shoulder, "You coming, Jeffery?"

.

SINCE 2010 masterlist

taglist:

@ashtongivesmebutterflies @cacapeepee @harianaswhore @gxbiqs @mvaldez7821 @yourfavplayboybunny @drewrry @thurhomish @roseke @majasophieanna @lilfreakjez @rach2699 @renatavieira

[kathlare]

frosted laughter

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: In this warm and lighthearted chapter, Lando and Amelie share a cozy winter afternoon baking cookies, surrounded by laughter and playful banter. The festive atmosphere of Monaco adds to the charm as their connection deepens through small, meaningful moments.

Wordcount: 2.3 k

Warnings: just fluff

full masterlist // request over here!

December 15th, 2023 - Monte-Carlo, Monaco

Lando sat at the counter of his Monaco flat, surrounded by the faint smell of freshly baked cookies and the overwhelming chaos of frosting, sprinkles, and cookie cutters. The holiday season was in full swing, and with both of them on winter break, Lando had insisted they decorate Christmas cookies together.

The flat was decorated with twinkling lights, a massive Christmas tree standing proudly in the corner with its ornaments shimmering in the glow. Lando had done his best to make everything feel festive, even if it wasn’t the most extravagant setup. It didn’t matter much; what mattered was that she was here, and they were together, even if just for a quiet afternoon.

Amelie, standing across from him, grinned as she reached for the tube of red frosting. Her fingers were already coated in powdered sugar from the cookie dough, making the moment that much more chaotic.

—You’re terrible at this, Lan— Amelie teased, her voice playful as she drew a wobbly outline on the reindeer-shaped cookie in front of her.

Lando looked up, mock offended. He had a dollop of green frosting on his cheek, likely from an earlier attempt to "accidentally" swipe her with it.

—Excuse me? I’m a natural artist— he declared, holding up his half-frosted Christmas tree cookie, which, truthfully, looked more like a blob than anything else.

Amelie burst into laughter, nearly dropping the cookie in her hand. —If this is your definition of art, you should probably stick to racing, baby.—

Lando smirked, wiping his hands on a dish towel. —You’re one to talk, Ames. That reindeer looks like it’s been run over.—

Her jaw dropped, feigning offense. —How dare you! This is Rudolph, and he’s adorable. Unlike that sad excuse of a tree you’ve got there.—

—Alright, that’s it— Lando said, a mischievous glint in his eye. Before Amelie could react, he reached across the counter and swiped a streak of frosting across her nose.

—LAN!— she shrieked, giggling as she wiped at her face with the back of her hand. —You’re so dead.—

Grabbing the nearest tube of frosting, she retaliated by smearing a line of blue down the side of his neck. Lando let out a surprised laugh, backing away as she advanced around the counter.

—Oh, you’ve started a war now— he warned, grabbing a handful of sprinkles and tossing them her way.

—Seriously? Sprinkles? That’s your big move?— she said, laughing uncontrollably as the colorful bits stuck to her sweater.

In seconds, the kitchen descended into chaos. Frosting tubes were emptied, sprinkles scattered everywhere, and both of them were doubled over with laughter. Amelie managed to back Lando into a corner, her fingers poised with a glob of frosting.

—Admit defeat, Norris, or your precious hair is getting a festive makeover— she threatened, grinning wickedly.

—You wouldn’t dare— he replied, narrowing his eyes.

—Try me.—

Before she could make good on her threat, Lando darted forward, grabbing her waist and spinning her around. Amelie squealed, dropping the frosting as Lando’s fingers found her sides.

—No, no, no, don’t you dare!— she protested through laughter, already squirming as he started tickling her mercilessly.

—Say you surrender— he teased, his grin widening as she tried to wriggle free.

—Never!— she gasped, tears forming at the corners of her eyes as she laughed uncontrollably.

Lando was relentless, his fingers moving expertly to keep her giggling.

—Lan, I swear to God— she managed between laughs. —If you don’t stop, I’m not giving you head for a week.—

He froze immediately, his hands dropping to his sides as if she’d just delivered the most serious ultimatum imaginable.

Amelie straightened up, catching her breath as she wiped her teary eyes. —Wow, didn’t know you’d take it that personally— she teased, smirking.

Lando crossed his arms, looking at her with mock seriousness. —You don’t joke about that, Ames. That’s dangerous territory.—

She burst out laughing again, reaching up to wipe some frosting off his cheek. —You’re ridiculous.—

—And you’re a menace— he replied, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her forehead.

Amelie softened, her teasing grin turning into a gentle smile. —You like it.—

—Unfortunately, I do— Lando admitted, his voice warm.

Amelie’s cheeks flushed at his admission, though she quickly masked it with another cheeky comment. —Well, you’re stuck with me now, Lan. Sprinkles, frosting wars, and all.—

Lando chuckled, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist as she stepped closer. —Not the worst deal I’ve ever made.—

She tilted her head, a playful glint in her eyes. —You know, for someone who claims to be competitive, you’re really bad at cookie decorating.—

—That’s because I have more important skills— he shot back, leaning down so their noses almost touched. —Like making you laugh—

Amelie rolled her eyes, but her smile gave her away. —I’ll give you that. But next time, I’m winning the frosting war.—

Lando grinned. —We’ll see about that.—

They stood there for a moment, caught in the comfortable quiet that only came from knowing each other so well. Outside, the soft glow of the Monaco evening filtered through the windows, the city lights twinkling like their own set of Christmas decorations.

Finally, Amelie pulled back, looking at the disaster they’d created in the kitchen. Frosting covered the counters, sprinkles littered the floor, and half-decorated cookies sat abandoned on the trays.

—We’ve really outdone ourselves— she said, biting back a laugh.

Lando followed her gaze, then shrugged. —Worth it.—

—You’re cleaning this up, by the way— she added, grabbing a towel to wipe her hands.

—Excuse me? You’re the one who escalated things— he protested, though the grin on his face betrayed his faux indignation.

Amelie smirked, tossing the towel at him. —And you’re the one who tickled me until I nearly passed out. Fair’s fair.—

Lando caught the towel with ease, twirling it in his hand. —Alright, fine. But only because I’m a gentleman.—

—A true hero— she deadpanned, earning a laugh from him.

They worked side by side to tidy up the mess, their playful banter filling the space as they stole glances and small touches. Every so often, Lando would sneak a bit of frosting onto her cheek, or Amelie would retaliate by flicking sprinkles at him.

When the kitchen was finally back to a semblance of order, they collapsed onto the sofa, plates of slightly misshapen cookies in their hands.

Amelie leaned into Lando, curling her legs beneath her as she took a bite of one of their cookies. It wasn’t the prettiest creation, but the sugary sweetness was enough to make her hum in satisfaction.

—Not bad for a blob— she teased, holding up a poorly iced snowman cookie Lando had decorated earlier.

He feigned offense, taking a dramatic bite out of the cookie in her hand. —I’d say it’s a masterpiece. Definitely better than that reindeer you tried to resurrect.—

She swatted his arm, her laughter echoing in the cozy living room. —I’ll have you know my Rudolph was art. You just don’t have an eye for detail, Lan.—

Lando grinned, brushing a crumb off her lip with his thumb before popping the last piece of cookie into his mouth. —You’re lucky you’re cute. Otherwise, I’d never let that slander slide.—

Amelie smirked, leaning her head on his shoulder. —You’re obsessed with me. Admit it.—

—Oh, no doubt— he replied, his tone sincere enough to make her glance up at him. His blue eyes softened as he added, —Who wouldn’t be?—

Her teasing smile faltered for a second, replaced by something gentler. She didn’t say anything, but the way her cheeks flushed and her lips curled at the edges was answer enough. She reached for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his.

—Alright, stop being sweet— she said, trying to cover the warmth in her voice with a teasing tone. —I’ll get cavities.—

Lando chuckled, squeezing her hand. —You’re impossible, you know that?—

—And yet, here you are— she quipped, resting her head back on his shoulder.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the faint sound of Christmas music playing in the background. The soft glow of the fairy lights on the tree filled the room, casting a warm, golden hue over them. Monaco's city lights twinkled in the distance, a stark contrast to the cozy chaos of the flat.

Amelie broke the silence, her voice soft. —I like this.—

—What? Making a mess in my kitchen and bullying my cookies?— Lando teased, earning a soft elbow jab to his ribs.

—No, idiot. This. Us. Being here. Together.— She hesitated before adding, —It feels nice. Normal, you know?—

Lando glanced down at her, his heart flipping at the vulnerability in her voice. —Yeah, it does.—

She tilted her head up to look at him, a small smile playing on her lips. —Even if your decorating skills are tragic.—

He laughed, leaning down to kiss her nose. —I’ll take tragic decorating skills if it means I get to spend my winter break with you.—

Amelie rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the smile spreading across her face. —You’re such a sap.—

—Only for you, Ames— he replied, his voice dropping slightly as his eyes locked with hers.

For a moment, the playful atmosphere shifted into something softer, more intimate. Amelie felt her heart race under his gaze, but before she could say anything, Lando leaned in, pressing his lips gently to hers. The kiss was sweet and unhurried, a reflection of the quiet, joyful moment they were sharing.

When they pulled apart, Amelie grinned, her cheeks flushed. —You’re lucky I like you.—

Lando smirked, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. —And you’re lucky I’m obsessed with you.—

She laughed, resting her forehead against his. —God help us both.—

As the evening wore on, they stayed curled up on the sofa, eating their cookies and talking about everything and nothing. The world outside seemed far away, and for now, all that mattered was the two of them, tangled up in holiday cheer and each other.

--------------

liked by landoquadrantteam, fan4amelie, and others

amelieupdates: Amelie spreading holiday vibes 🎄🍪 via TikTok today while baking cookies!

View all 239 comments

bakingwithamelie: Not her looking like a Hallmark queen while baking cookies. She’s too good for us.

thelanlanclub: Wait… I swear I’ve seen that kitchen before. Isn’t that Lando’s apartment in Monaco? → f1dramaalert: @thelanlanclub GIRL YOU’RE ONTO SOMETHING.

hateclub22: Why does everything have to be about her and Lando? Maybe she’s just baking at a friend's place, calm down. → itsjustus: @hateclub22 Bro, did Lando personally offend you or are you just allergic to happiness? → softieszn: @hateclub22 “a friend’s place” sure, honey. Sure.

ihatethis122: Why do you all romanticize everything? Maybe she’s just BAKING COOKIES.

georgeofchaos: Plot twist: This is George’s kitchen, and he’s mad we’re dragging Lando into it.

lanamelieforever: WAIT… I know that kitchen 👀 isn’t that Lando’s place in Monaco??

holidaygrinch: She’s only in Monaco for Lando, and we all KNOW it. → cookiefanatic: @holidaygrinch Or maybe she’s just enjoying her life? Chill, bro. → lanolover: @holidaygrinch Let them bake in peace!

jealousf1fan: I swear, they’re giving us too many clues. Just come out already! 😒 → ameliexlander_4ever: @jealousf1fan Take a chill pill, let them live. They’re doing their thing! 🙌

landofan12: Um... since when did Lando and Amelie become that close? Too many signs here, guys. 😂💀 → mystery_solver92: @landofan12 It's been happening for a while now, we just don’t have the official confirmation yet. 😜 But I’m here for it! ✨

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Characters with Bothersome Traits

Debut: Tetris Blast

I am the kind of person who is delighted by, among other things, a certain pairing of words that many (sad) people may never think to consider in their lives. This pair of words is "Tetris Characters". I have already told you about some of those in the form of personified blocks, but there are even more, and this will certainly not be my last time mentioning the topic!

Tetris Blast is a Tetris spinoff, in particular, a version of the Bombliss game mode made for the Game Boy. It is like Tetris, but each Tetri- or Tri- or Domino has at least one Mino that is a bomb! The standard completed row does not automatically disappear, but if it contains a bomb, that bomb will detonate, destroying blocks around it. And this is what I was doing, playing the standard mode, when every five stages, I was greeted by a new little critter dancing on a stage! What a lovely surprise! But who were these creatures?

It turns out this game also has a Fight Mode! Where you Fight some guys! The manual refers to them as characters with bothersome traits, so that's as close to a band name for them as we'll get. Let's meet them all RIGHT NOW!

Cubit Cubit is a bit spunchlike, but if our favorite sponge was a grumpy nudist! It is the most basic of all these creatures, and just wanders around. I like its round armless hands. A very easy guy to obliterate.

Scraptor No offense to Cubit, but Scraptor is already way more interesting! It's a very geometric creature, a square "diamond" whose body is split into two halves. It is actually one big mouth, and the halves detach on a tiny hinge to open and eat bombs! This was the very first of these creatures I saw, because it is the first one that dances in the intermission scenes. What an incredible first impression!

Gloop Gloop is a little cutie! It is like a drop a dollop a squeezing. It also looks like an extremely simplified cartoon whale! You know how there is a whale emoji and also a cartoon whale emoji? Gloop could be the next stage of evolution. I also really love the way it laughs. It looks so innocent, but then laughs in a way that looks SO mocking, it feels like the cuteness is a facade!

Creepa Creepa is another little cutie, which there are bound to be many of when looking at little guys exclusive to a Game Boy game. I like that it is cylinder-shaped, like it came out of a can, or is a can! Though it looks cylindrical, its bothersome trait is to make extra blocks. And I also like its shoes. If it didn't have the shoes, it would be as basic as Cubit, probably. But basic isn't bad!

Squidly Squidly is my favorite of these guys! Look at it!!! It is like they distilled everything cute about Creepa into an even cuter form! Its smile is smaller, more gentle. Its eyes are bigger and bulge from the sides of its head, like its namesake, a squid! It has no arms to make it feel even more like a Video Game Creature, and yet still wears those excellent shoes. I guess the shape isn't necessarily an upgrade from Creepa, but this would be precious regardless of shape, and I am neutral about the change. Actually, it reminds me of a well-used eraser, and now that I thought of that, I like the shape even more! If this wasn't enough, Squidly has the ability to make entire rows of blocks, and after it does this, it dances happily, like it knows you can't get it now. This would typically be rude, but it's so cute that it can't be rude. I think it is truly just delighted!

Dug Grub Dug Grub probably has the best name in the game! Any name related to larvae is a winning name to me! If my name was Maggie I would always specify "like maggot" when telling it to people. Dug Grub is like a blob with a frog's head, and its eyes bulge SO much that they sometimes even appear to be floating! It has the bothersome trait of eating Mega Bombs, which is one of the most bothersome traits of all, because those things are precious resources. But if anything has to have an Eating Something Large Special Attack, it would be a Frog Blob.

Shadow Shadow is a cheeky little potato of a cyclops creature. Oh so cheeky, but also seems to be a bit of a sore loser! Get over it, am I right? It's just Bombs. It has Squidly's row creation ability in addition to probably the coolest ability in the game: it is able to enlarge its eye and envelop the playing field in darkness, which momentarily freezes the player's actions! I guess that is how it gets its name. I also must assume that the reason the screen goes dark is that its eye gets so big and effective that it is Seeing all that light before any of us gets a chance to. Save some for me! *Shadow's pupil burps*

B-Boy Finally we have B-Boy. Probably short for Ball-Boy. But there are so many possibilities... Buddy-Boy? Buckaroo-Boy? Boisterous-Boy? Maybe his real name is Baby-Boy and his parents dote on him so much, and he changed it out of embarrassment. He also adopted a new persona. Smug. Mischievous. Don't worry, he'll probably grow out of it after middle school. But for now, he is a real Bothersome-Boy! He ALSO has stolen Squidly's row creation ability! Squidly is such a trailblazer and I think would be justified in suing. Worst of all, though, B-Boy has a Bomb Attack that can actually regenerate his own health! Not an orb to be underestimated! Indeed, this is an orb to restart the level multiple times as a result of. A real Bad-Boy!

[husbandomail]

12 days of Christmas: cooking together

“Here, let me show you.” Ren’s presence is as soft as his voice; were it not for his hand on the small of your back, he might’ve faded away entirely. But his hand— comfortably warm— is on your back, and probably comes with a handprint of flour across our shirt.

Cafe Leblanc is closed for the evening, and while Sojiro had seemed hesitant— Ren had gotten a very firm “no funny business”— the two of you have been left alone with the entire kitchen at your disposal. The scent of coffee is practically baked into the materials of the building itself; long after the machines have been turned off, notes of espresso hang so heavy in the air, you can taste it on your tongue.

“I know how to make cookies,” you grumble. And that’s true on a technical level— you mix everything together and put it in the oven. It can’t be that difficult. That’s why it’s more than a little embarrassing you’ve been fighting with the dough.

Ren just tilts his head so that his dark, fluffy hair frames his face, and he bats his long eyelashes down at you. Words aren’t even necessary— it’s all over his face. “—don’t look at me like that.”

“Let me show you,” he repeats, gently taking the tin cookie cutter out of your hand before you can cause any further damage. You don’t argue; his doe eyes always work, and you both know it. “Flour first,” he says in that same soft tone. “Without that, they won’t hold their shape in the oven.”

He moves like he was born here. Deceptively delicate hands coat the countertop in flour, again, a dusting of white that clings to his hands and his shirt and drifts in the lamplit air. Before you know it he’s reduced the blob of dough into festive shapes— you didn’t even know cookie cutters could handle snowflakes— and got them spread evenly onto baking sheets. 

“Now,” Ren has a knowing look on his face as he hands you one of the baking pans, and when you try to grab it, he doesn’t let go. “Can you get that in the oven without any trouble?”

“Of course!” You stick your tongue out at him, although his worry is definitely justified, after the mess that was your attempts at Valentine’s chocolate months ago. “I know my way around a kitchen just as good as you do.”

Finally Ren lets go of the tray so you can put the first batch of cookies into the oven. In comparison to the winter weather outside, the blast of heat when you open the oven door is nice and comfy. When you turn around, he’s leaning against the counter and staring at you again, his doe-eyes fond in a way you’re not sure you’ve seen.

It’s a bit embarrassing.

“Do I have something on my face?” You vaguely try to change the subject, distract him from whatever positive thoughts he’s thinking in your direction.

“A lot of things, actually,” he hums. He reaches out and swipes a dollop of dough off your face, leaving you wondering how long it’d been there, before popping it in his mouth for a taste. “—sweet.”

[py-dreamer]

...soo...

ok um technically this doesn't count at least in my timezone cause over here its already past midnight... um...

regardless...

weee!!!

I figured I'd make each of these mofos like individual post rather than make one really long reblog making it kinda hard to sort through and just list them using one tag instead.

So I suppose technically y'all get a double whammy today! Just gotta wait quite a while for it, heh...

So with this one I definitely did focus more on cake than the outfit. But hopefully you guys can still see the skrimblo

Anyways those are kiwi fruits, if you couldn't tell, don't @ me pls this is like one of the few times I've drawn fruits. Oh, and that black thingy? It's a tapioca pearl from bubble tea!! I think it's possible...

At first I wanted a more vibrant teal/green for the frosting and a lighter cake color similar to Mk's slice but that bright teal clashed hard with the kiwi fruit so I switched it out for the light light teal instead. Idk what flavor it'd be maybe like a more minty whipped cream.

Cakewise, it is darker than Mk's so I imagine it to be less airy, possibly more dense. Maybe like a ginger? Give any suggestions, but probably something funky for our funky girl!

Those 3 blobs with the weird cookie face on it is meant to be grape tanghulu with a dragon cookie on it! The rest of the cookies are as expected, good ole sugar cookies, though with the gold dragon I was having some trouble since Idk where to put the balloon since it left an empty space so I had to fill it with another cookie that would barely show, so yeah. That was fun

As for the dollops of frosting, I thought Mei is spunky fulunky, and a rich girl to boot! So let her have some pizzazz! I thought it appropriate

I think the balloon and dragon came out nicely, had to look for a reference for the dragon though. They're meant to be a paper decoration on a toothpick originally like Mk's cloud but at this point I leave it up for interpretation

Not much to say about the outfit, pretty similar to Mk's.

I know the KNY girls in their arts had skirts but my friend and I both thought Mei would look better in pants. (Not that she can't wear dresses, she slays in anything just that we thought she'd wear pants in this situation)

And I did try adding a little green skirt but it looked wonky and I didn't want that, bleugh

So I settled for compromise, making her like overcoat/vest thingy longer/ wider and gave her leggings so she also doesn't blend into the cake lol

And um life updates! I had like 4 tests today, I'm not kidding.

Good news is, tests for now are over!

Bad news is, still have an assignment to do...

Again, I'll do my best to keep this up. They are very fun and get my creative juices flowing I feel but no promises!

[stardustinternational]

hey brioche, drop the cookie recipe !!

A little late for the holidays but here! I can't really fit in a page this week so have cookies instead.

Recipe written by @venseyness, transcribed under the cut.

BRIOCHE'S CHIP COOKIES

280g all-purpose flour

5g baking soda

5g salt

225g softened butter

150g granulated sugar

150g brown sugar

10g vanilla extract

2g eggs

400g of STUFF (choc chips (Fair trade chocolate please!), nuts, peanut butter chips, butterscotch chips, go W I L D)

Prehead oven to 190C (Wait if chilling dough!)

Cream together butter and sugars in a large bowl until smooth, mix in vanilla, then eggs one at a time. (You can just use 300g sugar + 20g molasses!)

Sift together flour, baking soda, and salt in a medium bowl, then beat into the sugar mixture until no white streaks remain. The harder you mix, the chewier the cookie!

Fold in your chosen STUFF! (Chill in the fridge for best texture. I skip it! 3+ hr) Then, use a spoon to dollop ping-pong ball size blobs onto a greased baking sheet. (Or use parchment paper! Saves cleanup)

Bake for 9 to 11 minutes or until golden brown and smelling great. Cool and enjoy! (Great for ice cream sandwiches!)

[rudyking]

A rash:

You have a little problem in a sensitive area, forcing you to seek a doctor. You don't expect for the doctor to be so thorough... and handsome.

You shuffle nervously into the examining room, wincing with each step as a burning heat radiates from deep within your bottom. The rash you've developed has reached a fever pitch in both intensity and pain. Realizing you can no longer bear it, you made the difficult decision to come to the hospital, hoping for a gentle female doctor to assess and treat your delicate issue.

The door swings open and you look up, expecting to see a kind-faced woman in a white coat. Instead, a tall, handsome man with an unruly mop of blonde hair strides in, his bright blue eyes crinkling at the corners as he flashes a warm smile. "Hello there, I'm Dr. Rudy," he says in a friendly voice, extending his hand. "What brings you to see me today?"

You hesitate briefly, then shake his hand, flushing as you avert your eyes shyly. "Um, hi Doctor. It's…it's embarrassing. I think I have a pretty bad rash. Down there." You gesture vaguely in the direction of your behind. Dr. Rudy's expression remains neutral and professional. "I see. Well, let's take a look, shall we?"

You nod meekly and turn to face the bed, slowly unbuttoning your pants with trembling fingers. Dr. Rudy gently guides you to lie face-down on the crinkly paper covering the mattress. He snaps on a pair of latex gloves. "I'm going to apply some lubricant now, okay? Just relax."

A cool sensation spreads between your cheeks and you can't help but tense up. There's a probing pressure, then a sudden, intense sting as Dr. Rudy parts your buttocks and peers inside. "Oh my, yes, quite inflamed," he murmurs. "I'm going to need to do an internal examination to fully assess the extent of the rash."

Your face burns with humiliation as he carefully eases a gloved finger inside your tight back entrance. You've never been touched there before and the feeling of fullness and vulnerability is overwhelming. Dr. Rudy wiggles his finger, sliding it in deeper, his touch uncertainty sending jolts through your body. "Breathe through it," he soothes. "Almost done."

He slowly withdraws his digit, both lubricated and slick with your body's reluctant accommodation. "The rash is severe, but thankfully limited to the external area. I'll prescribe a cream to clear it right up." Dr. Rudy squirts a generous dollop of the thick ointment onto his palm. "I'll need to apply this for you though, since it's in such a hard to reach place."

You whimper softly as you feel him part your cheeks again, the chilly cream making you clench involuntarily. Dr. Rudy works the ointment in with firm rubbing motions, his fingers sliding easily through the lubricated tight ring of muscle. The sensation is exquisitely embarrassing, your body betrayed by the hint of pleasure sparking from his thorough treatment. He seems to sense your internal conflict.

"You're doing great," Dr. Rudy praises gently. "Try to relax your bottom. Think of it as just another part of your body that needs healing." His tender encouragement and soothing touch eventually allow you to release some of the tension.

Dr. Rudy, oblivious or expertly feigning oblivion to the internal turmoil he was causing, continued his ministrations. His fingers, now slick with the cold cream, felt… surprisingly dexterous. It wasn't just a blob of ointment being smeared; it was a deliberate, almost artistic application. You squeezed your eyes shut, wishing you could simply vanish into the sterile white examination table. Each circular motion of Dr. Rudy's fingertip sent fresh waves of mortification through her.

It wasn't painful, not really. The rash, which had been an itchy, angry red landscape, seemed to appreciate the soothing balm. But the place it was being applied, and the manner of application… that was the crux of the problem. Your backside, a region typically reserved for private moments and decidedly un-medical explorations, was currently the center stage of a doctor’s visit. And not just any doctor, but Dr. Rudy, the kindly, slightly grandfatherly figure she’d trusted with her general health for years. Now, he was intimately acquainted with her… posterior landscape, to a degree you’d never imagined, nor desired.

“Almost got it all covered,” Dr. Rudy announced, his voice still calm and professional, a stark contrast to the chaotic symphony of embarrassment echoing in Your head. You could feel the cool cream spreading, a slippery perimeter encroaching on areas that had never, ever, experienced such clinical attention. His finger, you realized with a fresh jolt of shame, wasn’t just on her bottom, it was in it. Not deeply, not like before, but nestled right at the entrance, ensuring the cream reached every nook and cranny of the inflamed zone.

The embarrassing part wasn't just the act itself; it was the sensations. Your body, traitorously, was responding. There was a whisper of warmth blooming in her core, a subtle tightening low in your abdomen that had absolutely no business being there during a medical procedure. It was the barest hint of… something… pleasant, mixed inextricably with the overwhelming shame. It was like finding a stray giggle bubbling up during a funeral – completely inappropriate and utterly mortifying.

“There we are,” Dr. Rudy finally said, withdrawing his hand. The sudden absence of pressure was almost as unsettling as its presence had been. He turned away to toss his gloves in the biohazard bin, giving you a moment to mentally regroup and attempt to reclaim some semblance of composure. But the damage, you felt, was done. The intimate dance of doctor and derriere had left an indelible mark on her psyche.

Dr. Rudy faced you again, a small, professional smile on his face. “That should provide some immediate relief. I’ll write you a prescription for this cream, use it twice a day for the next week. And try to keep the area clean and dry.” His advice was delivered with the same matter-of-fact tone he might use for a common cold, as if he hadn't just been finger-painting your backside with medicinal goo.

You, still lying prone on the examination table, managed a strangled, “Okay.” Your voice sounded weak and reedy, betraying your inner turmoil. You wanted to ask a million questions, none of which she could actually articulate. Was that normal? Was he judging you secretly? Did other people get rashes… there? This was definitely not in the brochure for adulting.

“Do you have any questions?” Dr. Rudy asked, his eyebrows raised slightly, a picture of professional attentiveness.

Questions? You had a volcano of questions bubbling inside, all related to the unprecedented intimacy she’d just experienced. But could you actually voice them? “No… I don’t think so,” you mumbled, the lie feeling thick and clumsy in your mouth.

“Alright then,” Dr. Rudy said, oblivious to the internal maelstrom raging within you. “You can get dressed now. The nurse will give you your prescription at the front desk.” He moved towards the door, his hand already on the handle. “And Yn,” he paused, turning back with a slightly more personal smile, “try not to scratch.”

And with that utterly banal piece of advice, he was gone, leaving You alone with your racing heart, her tingling backside, and the crushing weight of embarrassment. You lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, the fluorescent lights buzzing mockingly above you. Getting dressed felt like a monumental task. Pulling up your pants would mean acknowledging the lingering sensations, the faint coolness of the cream, the ghost of Dr. Rudy’s touch.

Slowly, stiffly, you sat up. The examination gown felt flimsy and inadequate, offering little protection from the lingering humiliation. As you swung your legs off the table, a fresh wave of warmth spread through your cheeks. You could practically feel the imaginary spotlight on your rear end, broadcasting her medical ordeal to the entire clinic.

Getting dressed was an exercise in awkwardness. Every movement seemed to highlight the recent… event. Pulling up your underwear felt like a betrayal of your own body, trapping the medicated area in fabric. Your jeans, normally a source of comfort, now felt constricting and judgmental. You shuffled out of the examination room, a hunched figure attempting to minimize your very existence.

The nurse at the front desk, a cheerful woman named Brenda, barely glanced up from her computer screen. “Just here for your prescription, Yn?” she asked, her tone brisk but friendly.

“Yes,” You managed, your voice still a pathetic whisper.

Brenda efficiently printed out the prescription and handed it to Yn with a generic smile. “Anything else I can help you with?”

You shook your head mutely, grabbed the slip of paper like a lifeline, and practically fled the clinic. The outside air, though crisp and autumn-tinged, felt like a welcome balm compared to the sterile, shame-filled atmosphere of the doctor’s office.

As you walked to your car, you couldn't help replaying the whole embarrassing episode in your mind. It was like a tiny, humiliating film loop on repeat. Dr. Rudy’s finger… there. The cold cream. Your body’s traitorous reaction. It was a comedic tragedy of epic proportions, playing out solely in her head.

You reached your car and practically dove inside, sinking into the driver’s seat as if hiding from the world. Starting the engine, she pulled out of the parking lot, heading towards the pharmacy with a mixture of dread and reluctant amusement. You needed that cream, no question. But the price you had paid for it… the sheer, unadulterated embarrassment… felt monumental.

The pharmacist, thankfully, was a young man who seemed completely unfazed by the prescription labeled “Rectal Rash Cream.” He simply filled it, bagged it, and handed it over with a polite, “Have a nice day.” You mumbled a thank you, grabbed the bag, and escaped once more.

Back home, alone in her apartment, you finally allowed herself a small, shaky laugh. It was ridiculous, really. The whole thing was absurdly, hilariously embarrassing. You, Yn, the reasonably competent adult, had been reduced to a blushing, whimpering mess by a rash and a doctor’s finger.

But as the initial shock and shame began to subside, a different kind of feeling started to emerge. It was still embarrassing, yes, but also… a little bit funny. The sheer absurdity of it all, the unexpected intimacy with your doctor, the traitorous flicker of… something… from your own body. It was all so wrong, and yet, in a bizarre way, also kind of… funny.

Maybe, just maybe, in a few days, or weeks, or months, you’d be able to tell this story at a party, embellishing the details for maximum comedic effect. Maybe you'd even laugh about it without wanting to crawl under a rock and die. Maybe, just maybe, this embarrassing medical mishap would become a badge of honor, a testament to your ability to survive even the most mortifying of situations.

For now, though, you just needed to apply the cream. And that, you realized with a sigh, was going to be a whole other episode of awkwardness, alone in your bathroom, trying to reach… you know… there. The saga of your butt rash, it seemed, was far from over. But at least, you thought with a wry smile, you had a good story to tell… eventually. And maybe, just maybe, a slightly less itchy bottom. That, in itself, felt like a small victory in the grand scheme of embarrassing medical adventures.

[nevermindtheweights]

“Huff…H-Happy Easter, Ms. Okumura! S-Sorry I’m late for your checkup…my friend was…excited, they wanted to put me in a bunny suit. But…this was the only thing that fit…”

Mikan waddles slowly into the room, a pink, fluffy rabbit onesie barely fitting her massive form. It snags a little near the rear, ominous rumbling all over the clearly distressed nurse.

"Itsh quite... ahh.... ahalright~"

The massive blob in her lavish room, her money having been used to grant her not only a big suite but also one that had been tailored to her tastes. It felt less like a clinical room and more a lavish and modern apartment space. The dollop of Haru Okumura, rested there, pudgy fingers turning down the volume of the TV she had been watching, turning her head to get a look at the obese and often distressed nurse.

"Oh my....! What... uuff... cute ahttire...!"

[crimson-calligraphyx]

"Smells good in here," Noah's velvety voice filters into the kitchen, paired with the soft sound of his footsteps on the linoleum. I grinned as he came up behind me, wrapping his arms delicately around my waist and giving me a peck on the cheek. "You like pistachio?" I asked him, glancing over my shoulder to look at him briefly, still focusing on the task of filling the piping bag. "Love it," he confirms, now resting his chin on my shoulder as he observed what I was working on.

I smirked, running my finger along the side of the bowl to gather a blob of the filling before tapping his nose with it. "Hey!" he steps back, chuckling, and wipes his nose. I snickered as I brought the piping bag over to the macaron shells that I prepared hours earlier.

"Tastes great," he tells me just as I began putting dollops on every other shell. I looked up at him to see him licking his thumb clean and laughed, shaking my head. "Good, I'm glad. It's a new recipe I thought I'd try for the bakery." "Well, it certainly has my approval thus far. I think they'll be a hit, as long as not too many people have nut allergies." I smiled, still working away at the macarons.

Since Noah and I moved to California, I opened a small bakery just outside of central LA, on Sunset Boulevard. There is a ton of foot traffic here, of course, so business was booming and certainly keeping me occupied while Noah tucked himself away in the studio with the boys to work on their next album.

Once finished with the macarons, I joined Noah, who had since sat at the kitchen island, two cookies in hand. He accepts the one I offered to him with a smile, immediately taking a bite. He lets out a satisfied groan, finishing the rest in one bite.

"I take it that you enjoyed it," I chuckled, taking my own bite. I had the same reaction; it was delicious. "Absolutely," he says, picking up his phone that had chimed and stands up, "I gotta head over to Jolly's. Thanks for the macaron, love." He gives me a kiss on the top of my head as he passes, making his way back to the bedroom. "Wait!" I sighed, trailing after him. "What about later tonight?"

I watched him pause as he began to pull his shirt over his head; the look on his face told me that he had forgotten about our anniversary dinner. I scoffed, slapping my hands against the sides of my thighs in aggravation before turning on my heel to head back to the kitchen.

I rummaged through the cupboards, hastily closing the doors once I found the container that I needed to store the macarons. "Liv, I'm sorry," Noah enters the kitchen, making his way over to me. I shoulder him off when he tries to wrap his arms around me, fuming. I grit my teeth and continue packing away the treats. This wasn't the first time in the last few months that he's forgotten dates we had planned, but this one put the icing on the cake.

"I promise I'll be there for dinner. I'll meet you at the restaurant, okay?" he pleads, still reaching for me. I shook my head and brought the container to the fridge, once again weaseling away from his touch. He strides across the kitchen and blocks me from leaving when I begin to walk away, cupping my face in his hands. "Liv, come on. I'm sorry," he apologizes, staring into my eyes with remorse. "I'll be there."

I took one look at his espresso eyes, glimmering with regret, and I cracked, sighing. "I'm just frustrated, Noah. Forgetting movie dates is one thing, but our anniversary?" "I know, I'm an ass," he huffs. "Recording has kinda consumed me. I'll let Jolly know that I can't be long; he'll understand." "Okay," I mumbled, my mood still dampened. “7 o’clock at 71Above. I’ll be there,” he reassures me and presses his lips to mine, lingering until I felt myself melting into his touch. "I love you," he whispers against my lips, giving me another quick kiss before letting go of my face. I give him a small smile, "I love you, too.”

He leaves shortly thereafter, leaving me to clean up the kitchen with tears of frustration brimming in my eyes.

-

Once I stepped out of the elevator, I made my way into the restroom for a breather—going up a few floors was one thing, but seventy-one floors were enough to set me into a panic. I braced myself against the marble counter with my palms, taking deep, steady breaths in through my nose and slowly out through my mouth. When I felt the tightness in my chest dissipate, I stepped away from the sink and took a gander at myself in the mirror.

Knowing that this restaurant was an upscale fine-dining experience, I dressed nicer than I normally would. I wore a navy blue dress that hugged my hips and flowed gracefully to my feet, the bodice embellished with silver embroidery along the sweetheart neckline. I ran a hand over my curls, making sure they flowed over my shoulders neatly before I smiled and nodded at myself, exiting the restroom.

“Hi, I have a reservation for two,” I say once I reached the hostess at the podium. She grins, “Your name, miss?” “Sebastian.” I found myself fidgeting as she reads through the list for a moment, intimidated that I was entering this extraordinary sky lounge without my husband. “Right this way,” she says after she finds my name. She picks up two menus and begins to walk through the dining area, taking me to the sky lounge.

My mouth drops as I take in the dozens of windows around the lounge, allowing me a nearly 360° view of the city’s skyline. The hostess brings me across the room and settles me into an alcove adorned with a table for two against the glass. I thanked her as she sets the menus down and pours a glass of water for me, informing me that the waiter would be over when Noah arrives.

I sighed and gazed out the window after reading the time on my watch; it was already past 7. I watched as the sun slowly descended behind the buildings, a blanket of cobalt bleeding into the orange and pink mural in the sky. My mood continued to plummet as the night consumed the city minute by minute.

At first, I had given him the benefit of the doubt—he could have gotten stuck in traffic or maybe had taken his time getting ready—but when 7:45 rolled around and I hadn't heard from him, I knew that wasn't the case. He definitely got sidetracked with the album, again, and forgot about our anniversary dinner.

I finished my glass of water with a tight chest, trying to hold back the cries I so desperately wanted to let out. I apologized to the hostess on the way out for holding up the table, avoiding eye contact as she flashed me a sympathetic smile and wished me a good night. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I rode the elevator back down to the ground, absolutely crushed.

I broke when I sat in my car, planting my forehead on the steering wheel, and sobbed. I knew that this wasn't the end of the world, but it still hurt, feeling like I was being pushed to the backburner.

My phone rings, and I know that it's Noah without having to look at it. I let it ring; I couldn't stomach a conversation with him right now. It was when I got the notification for a voicemail that I brought my attention to my phone, and I let it play through the speakers of my car.

"Liv, shit," Noah's panicked voice fills the cab, "I'm so sorry. I-I know it's not an excuse, but Jolly and I dived real deep into one of the tracks and—nevermind, it's not relevant." He sighs harshly, and I can picture him combing the front of his hair back with his hand. "I'll make it up to you, I promise. Please just...just give me a call. I love you."

"Right," I scoffed, deleting the message. "Like you did all those other times," I muttered to myself before heading back to our home. Much to my surprise, his car was parked in the driveway when I got there.

When I made my way into the kitchen, I was met by Noah, dressed in dress shirt and slacks, holding a bouquet of red roses. I wanted to smile, I wanted that to cheer me up, I wanted to just sweep it under the rug and forgive him and be engulfed by his welcoming embrace. Instead, I shook my head and beelined it to our bedroom, slamming the door behind me.

"Liv, please," Noah pleads as he makes his way inside. "I'm—" I spin around and throw my arms out with anger. "I know, Noah, I know! You're sorry," I hiss, mocking him, "but sorry only means so much after hearing it one too many times." He flinches, his face contorted with pain as if I physically slapped him. He crosses the room and reaches for me, but I swat his arms away.

"Don't touch me," I snap, aggressively pulling my sleepwear out of the bureau. "I don't even wanna look at you right now." I brush past him, heading down the hall. "Olivia, where are you going?" he huffs, trailing after me. "For now, away from you," I let out a dry laugh, entering the spare bedroom. "I'm tired, goodnight." I go to shut the door, but he plants his hand against it, holding it open. He looks down at me, his eyes glossed over, and brows pulled together with sorrow. "Of me?" he whispered, and I hear his voice quiver with agony.

I closed my eyes, unable to bear looking at his face that was screaming with remorse. I don't say a word, I can't even think of anything to say to him. Instead, I shake my head and push on the door again to close it, hearing his hand slide off the wood as he lets me shut it. I put my head against the door and sighed as I heard his footsteps retreat, followed by the door to our bedroom clicking shut.

I stripped out of my formal wear and into my pajamas, promptly taking a seat on the empty bed. I fiddled with my wedding band, spinning it around and around on my finger as I replayed the memories from two years ago in my head. That day had been so beautiful; full of smiles, laughter, and tears of joy. I felt like I was on top of the world, like I was on cloud 9, like the whole universe had aligned just for us, but now? I felt like I was losing touch with all of that. I felt so little, so insignificant to Noah.

Maybe I should’ve waited if I had known our marriage would leave me feeling like this after only two years.

|Chapter 2|

[daebakinc]

Dirty, Dirty Dancing Pt 8 (M)

A Dirty Dancing AU

Pairing: Yunho X Female Reader X Hyunjin (polyamorous relationship)

Word Count: 4.3K

Synopsis: The college campus where boyfriend, Yunho, is a visiting dance instructor seems like every other university you’ve visited until a secret party reveals it’s anything but. After a drunken mishap, promising dance student, Hyunjin, is left without a dance partner. Enlisted in helping him before a big audition, you begin to catch feelings for him. Can you help him and maintain a relationship with your boyfriend?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

~Admin V

           Hyunjin tried to blink away his shock as you removed your shirt and asked him to paint you. The chorus of the music seemed to bring him back to focus. He walked to the large canvas and turned it to the backside, then placed it on the floor. Quickly, he expertly removed the staples from the wooden frame so it was just the cloth of the canvas.

           Seeing what he was doing, you helped to clear space on the floor, so the canvas would be able to lie flat.

           When he had it off the wooden frame, Hyunjin flipped it over again, then taped each corner to the floor with masking tape.

           He exhaled as his eyes landed on you again. At his workstation, he grabbed a thin wooden box labeled “water colors.” He grabbed a tube of blue colored paint, and squeezed a large portion of it on a plastic square.

           “Why watercolor? Why not oil based?” You weren’t very familiar with art or painting, but you knew oil showed deeper, richer colors.

           “Watercolor will wash off. If I use oil based, we’d need turpentine to get the paint off your skin.”

           “Ah.” You watched as he spread the blob of paint until it was bigger.

           Hyunjin combed through a cup filled with paint brushes until he found a large, wide one that looked like what was used to paint walls in houses. Once he was all set up he looked toward you. “Can you remove your pants?”

           Nodding, you did as asked, then walked over toward him and the supplies.

           At the audition, you’d seen him look nervous, but this was a different kind of energy as he scanned over your body. Exhaling slowly, he prepared his paintbrush with a large dollop of blue, then got on his knees. He began painting the front of your thighs. He painted them from just above your knee to your panties, careful not to touch the fabric.

           When they were thoroughly covered, he stretched up to paint your tummy. Again, he was careful not to touch your underwear, and painted your skin until he was at your ribs. He got up from his knees and stared at your chest then looked in your eyes. “I think it would be best if you took off your bra.”

           “Okay.” You didn’t feel nervous like when you were trying on the dress with Wooyoung there. There was excitement as you reached behind your back to unclasp the garment, and you felt yourself tremble a bit.

           His eyes never left your chest as he watched you. A blush filled his cheeks when the bra was removed and you tossed it by the t-shirt.

           Breathing slowly, he dipped his brush in more paint and started covering your ribs until he was under your breasts.

           His breath was shaky, and his voice was a whisper as he asked, “Can I touch you?”

           “Yes.”

           He carefully lifted each breast to ensure the paint fully covered beneath them. He then painted over your nipples. “When Yves did this, he taped the canvas on the wall and pushed the women into it.” His voice was at regular volume now as he concentrated on your upper breasts. “I thought it might be easier to do it on the floor and let gravity do some of the work. But I’m not really sure how your . . . uh . . . chest will lay.” The blush was back in his cheeks.

           After painting your collarbone he asked you to hold your hands up, coloring them as well as your forearms. Then you were ready.

           He led you to the edge of the canvas and helped you kneel down. “Think of it like you’re going to do a push up, but it’s when you’re tired and let your body down to rest.”

           “Okay,” you nodded, understanding. The thing was, you were afraid to touch the canvas. You didn’t want to mess it up.

           Hyunjin realized your hesitation. “It doesn’t have to be perfect. It’s alright if it smudges.”

           Nodding again, you let yourself breathe, then fell onto your hands. As instructed, you lowered yourself onto the canvas.

           “I’m going to press on you a little.”

           “Sure.” You stayed perfectly still.

           Starting with your legs, Hyunjin pressed both hands on your right thigh, then left. He then moved his attention to your lower back, mid back, then upper back and shoulders. He also pressed against your arms and hands.

           “Can you lift yourself up?”

           A worry filled your mind. “Will the canvas stick to me?”

           “No. I taped it to the floor.”

           “Ah, right.” Without further hesitation, you pushed yourself up. With Hyunjin’s aid, he helped you to your knees, then to stand.

           Both of you looked at the canvas. There was a tiny triangle where your underwear was, but it wasn’t very noticeable with your thighs and belly taking up space.

           “Don’t worry, I have an idea for that?”

           You looked to him, and he had sheepish grin.

           “The trend of removing pubic hair was only just starting in the 60s, when Yves Klein did his paintings of women, so they still had their hair.” His cheeks turned a new shade of red. “I don’t know your situation, but I figured you wouldn’t want paint there, so.” He lifted a round sponge.

           “Nice.”

           “Thank you.”

           “Before you do that, I have an idea.”

           His eyebrow raised in curiosity. “Oh?”

           “What if I paint you, in a different color, like red, and we press your body into the canvas, too. But your hands could rest at the hips, like you were holding the other figure.”

           Both of his eyebrows were raised as he looked over the art and thought about what you said. “I like it, let’s do it.” He was blushing again. “Do you maybe want to clean up so you can get dressed?”

           “Okay.” It was adorable how shy he was. You’d never have guessed it the way he danced, especially with the routine he danced with you.

           Back on his knees, he used water-tissue to wipe off the paint. You were able to get most the paint off your tummy and chest, but had trouble seeing your collarbone and needed his help.

           As you watched him wipe away the paint at your clavicle, you could see he was holding his breath.

           “What’s wrong?” Your voice was quiet.

           His eyes looked bigger as he stopped cleaning paint from your skin and stared at you. “I was just thinking of what you said earlier.”

           “Oh.” It was your turn to feel shy. You’d done everything to distract him from your words in fear of rejection. But now he could confront them.

           “You feel for me.” He wasn’t asking a question, but you nodded your head to confirm anyway. “But you still feel for Yunho?”

           “Yes.” Here it was, the rejection you knew was coming.

           “That makes you poly.”

           You weren’t expecting that response and straightened your back and shoulders. How did he already understand polyamory when neither you nor Yunho did? Then again, he was friends with Yeji, and she introduced you to it. “I’m not really sure. It’s new. I’m just trying to figure it all out.”

           His head bobbed up and down in understanding, but his eyes kept gazing back and forth from yours, to your lips. “I . . . I’m not sure if I’m poly, but I’m open to anything if it means I could kiss you.”

           A shiver ran down your spine. “You want to kiss me?”

           “Wasn’t it obvious when we got back to campus after the audition?”

           Looking at his lips, your mouth parted. Gods did you want it, too. “What’s stopping you?”

           He didn’t hesitate. One of his hands cradled the back of your head, his fingers grabbing your hair. His other hand cupped your cheek as he closed the distance between you and pressed his clothed body against your naked one.

           You were shaking as you looked him in the eyes, and could feel him quivering, too.

           The time it took for him to press his lips on yours felt like it was happening at the slowest pace possible, and in an instant.

           He was delicate when his lips touched yours; soft, taking his time.

           His scent quickly filled your nose, and your arms wrapped around him, with one hand grasping between his shoulder blades and the other deep in his hair.

           As you pressed him closer against you, his kiss became less delicate and more hungry. His lips felt stronger against yours, and he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, causing you to moan.

           Hyunjin’s strength as he leaned on you caused you to back up into his work table.

           When you squeaked in surprise, Hyunjin backed off. “Are you alright?”

           Nodding quickly to indicate you didn’t want to stop, you lifted yourself to sit on the table.

           Any shyness you’d seen on Hyunjin was now gone, his eyes full-blown with need. Parting your legs, he stood between them to hold you as close as he could as he kissed you again.

           Your hands went back into position on his back and in his hair. Feeling breathless, you opened your mouth wider, allowing Hyunjin to slide his tongue in. You both groaned as you tasted each other. You could live in his taste. Needing him closer, you hugged him harder to you, teasing him as you pulled away from the kiss, then licked his lips, then tongue, but not wholly giving him a full kiss. He whined when you bit his lip.

           Hearing him in pleasure aided your arousal. Your nipples were hard, and you were very aware of them as they brushed the fabric of his shirt. “You’re wearing too much.”

           “I’ll take it off if you stop playing.”

           Before you could answer, his lips were back on yours, making you whimper in turn. Your hands reached down for the hem of the shirt, then pulled it up until he backed away to lift it off.

           You bit your lip as you took in his muscled torso. He had a bit more definition than Yunho, especially in his arms. You wondered if that was because of pole dancing. Your eyes dropped to his pants. “Those, too.”

           He shook his head as he smirked. “You’re naughty.”

           “Nu uh! I just want you in the same amount of clothing as me!”

           “Uh huh, sure.” But he complied and removed them as well, standing in front of you in black boxer-briefs. Moving back so you were touching chest to chest, he spoke with his mouth only inches from yours. “You’re gonna kiss me now?”

           Gasping, feeling the heat of his chest against yours, you answered by grabbing his hair and pushing his lips to yours. With your mouth already parted, he slid his tongue in, rubbing it against yours, moaning with you to the sensation. As the kiss got more involved and he leaned against you, you felt his hardness press into you.

           Inhaling suddenly, you broke the kiss.

           “I’m sorry,” he backed off.

           “No, no.” You didn’t want him to be sorry. You were lost in his taste, touch, and scent, and you were feeling dizzy and not forming the words you needed. “I don’t want to stop.”

           “No?”

           You shook your head.

           Moving back to where he was, he grabbed at your thigh, opening your legs more, then gyrated so his hardon grinded against you.

           A cry of pleasure left your lips.

           “You want this?”

           “Yes.”

           Hyunjin rolled his hips again, and you could feel him press against you from core to clit, making you cry out louder. With his free hand, he lifted your chin so you’d look at him. “You don’t want me to stop?”

           “I want you to keep going, please.”

           With his music still playing in the studio, Hyunjin moved his hips in rhythm with it, dry humping you to the beat.

           You held onto his shoulders, needing to feel as much of him as you could.

           He looked in your eyes each upward stroke. For the most part he was doing a good job to stay quiet.

           Not you. The friction of the fabric with each push he made, you couldn’t help but let him know how good this made you feel. You needed more. “Please kiss me again.”

           With a sly smile, instead of kissing your lips, he kissed your cheek several times, then his lips found your earlobe. As he continued thrusting, his lips found their way to your neck.

A particularly loud cry escaped you, which made Hyunjin giggle as he kissed down to your shoulder.

           “Who’s playing now?”

           Chuckling, he stopped kissing your shoulder and brought his attention back to your mouth. He teased you the same way you’d done to him, licking your lips, then licking your tongue, before he fully pressed against you for a kiss, stroking his shaft between your legs in time.

           You could feel the white heat of orgasm building, and groaned into his mouth.

           His pace quickened as he humped you, making your legs shake and cries of pleasure sound from both of you. “You gonna cum for me?”

           Clutching his back, you nodded quickly. “Just don’t stop.”

           Pulling your lower back closer to him, he thrusted more forcefully against you, making him grunt and you moan loudly. As your sounds of rapture filled the room, he rolled his hips until you were quaking in ecstasy. His motions slowed as you were coming down from your climax. Finally stopping, he pressed his forehead against yours. “Feel good?”

           Eyes closed, you focused on your breathing as you nodded. You felt the beads of sweat drip from your body. Squeezing his hair in your hand, you could feel it dripping from him, too.

           Hyunjin pecked at your lips a few times.

           Letting your hands fall to his waist, you looked at him. “You didn’t finish.”

           A sheepish grin appeared on his face. “I uh . . . may have taken care of myself earlier. So, I’m not quite as sensitive.”

           “Oh?” you smiled back. “Anyone in mind during that?”

           His grin grew wider. “Not kissing you earlier really did a number on me.” 

           “Well, I don’t mind if you wanna keep going. If you want to do more.”It was your turn for your cheeks to redden.

           “Really? You’re not too tired?”

           “I have experience with the stamina of dancers.”

           He smiled, but still didn’t look convinced. “You want to go all the way with me? Have sex?”

           Just the idea of it sent butterflies to your tummy. “Yes, Hyunjin. I want you. All of you.”

            “Good.” He kissed you, then backed away to look inside his supply cabinets. “Lucky for you, I have condoms in here, somewhere.”

           “Oh, so I’m not the only girl you’ve fooled around with in here, then.”

           “It’s not like that,” he peered inside one cabinet, then moved to the next. “Condoms make very useful art tools.”

           “Sure they do. Likely excuse.”

           “They do!” he whined. Reaching behind supplies, he grabbed a box and lifted it. “Found ‘em!”

           Laughing at how cute he was, you pivoted around on the table to wiggle out of your undergarments while he removed his own and prepared the condom.

           As he walked back towards you, you couldn’t help but stare at his full girth and length and sucked in some air.

           His laugh was shy. “Nervous?”

           Finding confidence, you shook your head. “I’m ready."

           He gestured to your legs as if to move them. “Can I?"

           “Yeah, of course."

           Lifting your leg, Hyunjin placed your left foot on the table and hooked his arm around your thigh. He looked in your eyes. “You’re sure?”

           You rested your hands on his shoulders. “Yes, Hyunjin. I want . . .” you had more to say, but he’d placed his tip at your entrance and guided himself into your heat, and you forgot whatever else there was to say.

           Snaking his other arm around your back, Hyunjin’s face was close to yours as he groaned. “You feel so good.

           “Yeah,” you blinked quickly, mind still in a haze, “You do, too.”

           Pulling away slowly until just his tip was in you, he then pushed in roughly, making you both cry out loudly.

           “Shit, Hyunjin.”

           “Yeah,” he nodded. He was shaking a bit.

           His music changed again, and whatever the song was made him laugh.

           “What is it?”

           He almost pulled out as before and thrusted into you again, causing the room to echo in more moans. “This is a sex song.”

           “A sex song?” you smiled.

           “Well according to Felix.”

           “Oh really? So, you’re thinking of him in this moment?”

           He pumped into you harder, practically making you scream to prove he was only thinking of you. “I’ll show you.”

           The music gradually started to speed up, and so did Hyunjin, matching his hips to the rhythm. It was a wonder either of you could even hear the music with all the commotion coming from your mouths. As you felt yourself on the precipice of another orgasm, the music started slowing down, and so did Hyunjin.

           When the music started to speed up again, you grabbed at Hyunjin’s skin, now slick with sweat. His loud groans fed your arousal, and the position he had you in stimulated your clit with each gyration.

           The friction from the speed had your legs shaking. “Hyunjin,” you whined. Your nails scratched down his back as you came for the second time.

           Not stopping, he continued to move with the music, slowing back down until the song ended.

           “Hyunjin,” you breathed again.

           He paused his ministrations.

           “I want to change positions.”

           “Okay,” he breathed. Sweat was dripping from his hair.

           Scanning the room, you noticed a small, beat-up love seat in the corner. You tilted your head toward it. “How about there?”

           Glancing at it, then back to you, he smiled. “Sure. But,” he looked shy again. “My legs are a little wobbly from this round. I don’t think I can carry you.”

           “That’s okay.”

           His grin became mischievous, and he brought his lips close to yours. “It would be okay, but after your last orgasm, your walls are still pretty tight around me. And now that we’re not moving, pulling out might be uncomfortable for you.”

           Blushing, you hadn’t realized you were squeezing him so much. “S-sorry.”

           Hyunjin quickly pecked your lips. “You don’t have to be sorry. Just relax.” He moved to whisper in your ear. “I’ll be back inside you in no time, making you scream my name.”

           Your eyes fluttered shut as you took in a breath. “This isn’t exactly helping me to relax.”

           He stroked the delicate skin of your left thigh with one hand, and your back with the other. As he slid his tongue against yours, you focused on his taste, thinking of what he said, and allowed yourself to let go.

           Slowly, he pulled out, causing you both to whine from the loss of heat. Breaking the kiss, he leaned his forehead against yours. “I just need a second.”

           “Yeah,” you agreed.

           After a moment of catching your breaths, Hyunjin looked down, and the mischievous grin was back. “I should change the condom before we go again.” He kissed you, then whispered. “You came so much for me.”

           “It’s my plan to cum even more, but I want to make you cum with me.”

           Moaning in your mouth as he kissed you once more, he licked at your lips before looking in your eyes. “Deal.”

           Once Hyunjin helped you off the worktable, you wobbled over towards the couch while he put on a fresh condom. You stood with your back to him, waiting by the arm of the sofa.

           His arms wrapped around your waist and he breathed in your ear. “Why are we standing?” His fingers brushed over the front of your body, making goosebumps appear on your skin as you inhaled.

           You turned your head towards him. “I want to be on top.”

           Chuckling in your ear, he pulled you against him in a hug. “So you want to be in control this time?”

           Moving so you were now facing him, you wound your arms around his neck and smiled sweetly. “No, you’re still in charge. I just want to ride you.”

           His mouth twitched at your words and his eyes darkened. Licking his lips, he nodded then made himself comfortable sitting on the couch. He then extended his hands to help you hover above him. With your legs on either side of him you felt secure. He let go of your hands, opting to have one on your hip, the other on himself.

           He looked to you, and when you nodded you were ready, he placed his tip at your entrance again.

           You then sank down on his length until he was fully immersed in you, both of you gasping to the sensation.

           The new position allowed for deeper penetration, which took the two of you a moment to adjust.

           Trembling a little, you leaned forward so you could tangle a hand in his hair, and grab his chest.

 Hyunjin said your name with concern. “Are you okay?”

           “You just make me so full.” You moaned as you shifted a little. “I love feeling all of you in me.”

           He smirked. “I’m still in charge you say?”

           Biting your lip, you nodded.

           “Ride me.” With both hands on your hips now, he guided you a little until you were in a nice rhythm of pumping against him. As you rolled your hips, you were able to rub your clit against his skin.  You kept your rotation consistent in speed, and Hyunjin groaned with each pass into him. 

           When you yourself were becoming more vocal, Hyunjin lifted your hips up, then slammed you back down against him, making you both cry out.

           “Fuck,” he mumbled. He lifted you again, this time also thrusting as he brought you down. Both of you made echoes from your sounds of pleasure. Hyunjin was becoming much louder this round, and way louder than Yunho usually was.

           He continued to aid in the pleasure by pulling your hips down on him or lifting his up to meet you.

           You could only focus on how thick he felt inside of you, how warm his chest was as you gyrated closer to him, how he cried out your name as you were finally bringing him closer to release.

           Panting, your hand tightened in his hair as he pushed into you, hard. You moaned his name.

           “Say it again.” He thrusted up.

           “Hyunjin.” You rolled your hips.

           “Again,” his voice was louder as he pulled you down.

           “Fuck, Hyunjin.”

           The movements were getting hurried and messy. You didn’t have much control anymore, and Hyunjin didn’t seem to have a firm grasp on it, either. Willing yourself to jerk your hips forwards once more, Hyunjin began shaking under you. Holding you down against him, you felt him cum. He cried out so loudly it brought you to your own orgasm, making you clutch his chest as you rode him out.

           When you stopped rolling your hips, your heart pounding in your chest made your skin vibrate.

           Still coming down from his climax, Hyunjin looked at you, then reached behind your neck to pull you in for a sloppy, but chaste kiss.

           He wasn’t hard anymore, and helped you off him to sit on the couch.

           He laced his hand with yours, bringing it to his lips to kiss. “Holy shit,” he mumbled against your knuckles.

           “Yeah,” you gave him a weak smile, still catching your breath. Everything that just happened was incredible. It was easily one of the best nights of your life. But fear crept into your mind.

           Hyunjin saw it, and reached for your chin so you’d look at him. “Tell me what you’re thinking?”

           You felt embarrassed and tried to look away, but his fingers on your chin were strong.

           “Please tell me.”

           “I might have lost Yunho tonight. And you got your kiss and sex from me. But you’re a senior, about to move onto the dance company of his dreams. So, I feel like I had you, only to lose you, too.”

           Furrowing his eyebrows, he got up from the sofa to lean on his knees in front of you, holding your face to look at him.

           “When are you going to realize, I’m not going to let you fall?”

           Not prepared for his answer, your mouth opened and closed as you tried to find the words, or even the thoughts.

           Stroking your cheek with his thumb, he made sure you were looking in his eyes. “This wasn’t a one night thing for me. You weren’t a prize I was trying to win. I wanted to kiss you after the audition because I have feelings for you, too. I feel for you like you feel for me. I know I didn’t say it earlier, but it’s because I’m scared, too. I know you love Yunho, and I respect that because I respect you and I respect him. But what’s to say you won’t choose him over me?”

           His sudden confession was making you feel emotional, bringing tears to your eyes. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

           “But that doesn’t stop me from thinking it.” Hyunjin wiped your tears with his thumbs. “I don’t know where things stand with Yunho, but you aren’t losing me. This was more than just sex to me. I was giving more than just my body to you.”

           You weren’t sure of what to say. He was giving you his heart?

           Before you could think too long on his words, his lips pressed softly on yours. They weren’t hungry, but restrained. When he inhaled the kiss deepened and you kissed him back.

           Breaking the kiss, you searched in his eyes. You knew he was being sincere. Whatever this was, he was yours.

           Wrapping your arms around him, you hugged him. He climbed back onto the couch and held you. He kissed the top of your head and hugged you in his arms until you fell asleep.

[mmph-phenomenon]

Did a fun lil digital art exercise where I made a red scribbled blob and added a dollop of black, then used lines and a touch of shading/spot coloring to turn it into a pyro

[just-barrow]

day 26 of @almost-a-class-act's War Is Helloween prompts!

SAS: Rogue Heroes - David Stirling/Doctor Gamal

Someone dropped the ball on buying Halloween candy or costumes and now they have to get creative.

They had put real effort into the decorations around their front door this year, carving pumpkins and putting up little bats that fluttered in the lamplight. There was even a full-size skeleton sitting on a rocking chair. The neighbors' cat had taken up residence in its bony lap. Everything looked perfect.

It wouldn't be long before the first trick or treaters would appear on their doorstep, all dressed up and ready to collect as much candy as they could carry.

David was putting out the bowls of carefully selected mini chocolate bars, lollipops, and other sweets when he realized.

"We forgot our own bloody costumes!"

Asim appeared in the doorway with another bowl full of mini KitKats. "Shit!"

"Do we have something? Anything?" David was quickly trying to think if there was an old costume they might have hidden somewhere in the back of a wardrobe.

"No?" Mild panic taking over, Asim helped himself to a snack and chewed nervously. "Kids will be here any minute," he said, waving about one half of a KitKat as he frantically looked around the room.

"Wait here." David bounded up the stairs and into their spare room. He knew it had to be somewhere… With a triumphant 'ha!' he pulled one of Asim's old lab coats out of a drawer. "Put this on," he said as he returned downstairs, not waiting for an answer and forcing his boyfriend's arms into the sleeves.

"A doctor's costume," Asim deadpanned once the lab coat was on, standing in the middle of their living room with his hands on his hips. "Really."

David made a face at him before grabbing a bottle from the fridge. "At least I'm taking initiative. Hold still."

With an impish grin he squirted ketchup all over Asim's lab coat, using both of his hands to create big red smears and handprints all over his pristine white outfit. Large blobs of ketchup dripped onto the floor.

Asim looked up at the ceiling and sighed.

The first trick or treaters were already on the other side of the street, and David was still dressed in his regular clothes. "Help me with these," he said, yanking open the first aid kit and taking out all of the bandages.

When their doorbell rang, they had just finished wrapping the final roll of bandages around David's body, covering most of his shirt and trousers. Asim, now starting to see the vision, enthusiastically squirted a few generous dollops of ketchup onto David.

They looked appalling. So did their living room floor.

Hurriedly grabbing a bowl of candy each–leaving bloody ketchup handprints everywhere–they opened the door and put on their friendliest smiles.

A small group of children was on their doorstep, all decked out in their little costumes. They stood frozen and stared at the two men before them, who looked like they had just walked straight out of a very gruesome horror movie.

The kids screamed in unison and ran off.

"Too much?" David said sheepishly, a glob of ketchup running down the side of his face.

Asim thumbed it away and almost licked it off his finger before grimacing and wiping the excess ketchup onto his lab coat. "Too much."

They spent a good hour cleaning up both themselves and the floor; it seemed like the group of children had told all their friends not to bother with their house, because the doorbell remained silent.

Their ketchuped clothes tumbled gently in the washer. Now in his underpants, David sucked on a lollipop and sat down on the sofa next to Asim, who was in a similar state of undress. "Shame about all that leftover candy."

"Yes. Terrible shame." Asim ate another KitKat and absentmindedly ran a hand along David's bare thigh. "By the way, I think we're out of ketchup."

"And bandages."

"Hm. I'll steal some from the hospital."

David gave his lollipop another suck before leaning in to mouth at his boyfriend's neck. "You're so sexy when you talk about committing theft."

Asim snorted, tilting his head back and pulling David into his lap.

With a smirk, David discarded his lollipop.

There were far more fun things for him to suck.

[saltiestgempearl]

[Video Description: Clip from Pokémon Violet showing the main character with a curly, black bob and wearing a Blueberry Academy autumn uniform. She is also riding Miraidon. The Pokémon is stopped, and a message "Oh?" appears briefly on the screen before the egg hatches into a shiny Cutiefly. The text below reads: Cutiefly hatched from the Egg!" End Video Description.]

I never updated on this, but I did get my shiny Cutiefly at egg 757 back in December. The only issue is....during this particular round of eggs, I grabbed the wrong Ribombee from my box. So even though the Cutiefly was shiny (and even a girl!), it was not inside a Love Ball, just a normal Poké Ball. Which was kind of the whole point.

But no matter! I still named her Cutie, evolved her into a Ribombee, and now she's a regular on my VGC singles team.

I did manage to get two new Love Balls, one from the Indigo Disk DLC, and one from a friend. The first was used for an Alcremie (see the image below) and the second I'm saving for a time where I get the proper herba mystica to make a sandwich to shiny hunt for a shiny cutiefly. I will get my Lovebug yet. Maybe.

[Image Description: Ruby Swirl Alcremie with Love Sweet, showing in a room with a light pink floor and pink pastel furniture. Alcremie is a vaguely humanoid Pokémon with a body made of whipped cream, mostly white but with certain parts tinged pink. Her eyes are dark pink. Her head resembles several clumps of whipped cream styled like hair, with a large crowning blob flanked by two loop-like "bangs." Each of these bangs is topped with the heart-shaped Love Sweet which is a pink heart inside of a darker pink heart. Alcremie's lower body is similarly composed of two dollops of whipped cream resembling a robe or a dress. She has two stout arms with three fingers each extending between the dollops of its body. End Image Description.]