chocolate eruption

My Promise |Baekhyun Scenario

A fluffy date on Baekhyun’s day off. 

(there are hints of smut but nothing more than pg-13ish and a sentence or 2 that implies more than pg-13 actions) 

It was finally the end of EXO’s restless weeks of promotions and Baekhyun wanted to spend every moment of his one day off with me. He told me to meet him at a coffee shop at midnight so that we could have all 24 hours just bfor us.

I arrived around 11:45 and there was a worker there to let me in, but as soon as I sat down at a table that was decorated with sunset roses and 2 cups of what smelled like red velvet hot chocolate, he disappeared into the back room never to reappear again this evening.

I sat waiting for Baekhyun, but midnight came and went. I was all alone and it was almost 12:30 when I heard a sound coming from somewhere in the coffee shop.

The voice was faint, but I knew exactly who it was. His distinctive smooth vocals that would caress the air as he sang while the light taps of his feet on the rustic wooden floors set a slow and relaxing tempo. He wasn’t that close, but I knew he was here.

I heard the gentle steps approaching as the voice grew louder and the words more distinct. I smiled, not looking away from the now luke-warm hot chocolate, since I knew that the second I did, I would be attacked with one of the worst tickle fights of my life since that was our usual greeting. I would normally just let it happen, but I would rather, in this moment, just let his voice serenade me instead.

As the chorus was coming to an end, he slowly moved to lean on the table across from me, trying to pull my gaze up from my drink. I snuck a glance and blushed as I caught a glimpse of the man who was all mine. His dark silk shirt was unbuttoned at the top and he had on tight black jeans that accented his newly dyed hair. His eyeliner only enticed me to glance up again to admire his beauty and talent for a moment longer.

Baekhyun was giving me a slightly amused smile as he continued to sing softly acapella. I noticed that the song was almost over.

I glanced through the window just behind him, only to notice that the snow has slowly began to fall gracefully from the sky. I smiled softly and looked away from the window to the love of my life as the last words of the song were sung.

As he finished, the lights in the café dimmed to the point of barely being on and Baekhyun pulled out a box of matches and lit the few candles that were scattered on the table, illuminating his features.

“Hi,” He said softly as he pulled his chair closer to mine.

“Hi,” I responded with some bewilderment at the effort his put into the night already. I saw him admiring the smile that had crept upon my face as he grabbed my hand and gently kissed it.

“Can I get a real kiss now?” I asked as he shifted to wind his arms around my waist.

“That depends,” He said in his playful tone as a mischievous smirk found its way onto his face.

“On what?” I asked as I slowly moved my lips closer to his.

“Is that extra hot chocolate for me?” he erupted into his contagiously boisterous laughter.

“I can’t imagine it belongs to anyone else.” I responded as I closed the gap between us.  

Baekhyun immediately responded to the kiss and I savored the moments like these where we could get lost in each other with no interruptions.

His hands roamed from my waist to my thighs and he was venturing into territory that should only be encroached on in a much more private place than a coffee shop, even if we were alone.

“Baek-“ I breathlessly moaned as I broke away from his lips, “we can’t…not here…”  His lips moved to my jaw and then along my neck until he found that one spot that always makes me melt into his touch. “Later….I promise…but not here…” I barely got my words out before Baekhyun took hold of my bottom lip with his teeth and lightly tugged.

“If that’s a promise, then we can continue on with our date and come back to this later,” he seductively answered.

He moved my head into his lap and began telling me the stories of his travels abroad: The fights between Kyungsoo and Chanyeol, the crazy amount of money Suho spent to keep everyone happy, and the crazy new choreography that both Sehun and Jongin almost broke their necks trying to perfect.

We talked through the night, and before I realized it, the sun began to rise outside of the café.

Moments like these with Baekhyun were my favorite. We were laying in the early rays of the morning, letting the light caress our faces as he gently played with my hair. He combed his fingers through my soft curls as we watched the colors of the morning blossom.

“I know I promised you a whole day,” Baekhyun began with sadness creeping into his usually warm smile, “But we have to leave to go back to China this afternoon.”

He leaned down and gently kissed my forehead. “I’m sorry.”

I sat up and pulled him towards me for a passionate kiss.

“Then I guess we should head back to your place so I can help you pack…” I said softly on his lips as I pulled ever so slightly away.

“Is that all you want to do?” He asked softly as his lips found their was to the corner of my mouth.

“Well…If I recall…” I began as I unbuttoned a few more of the buttons on his shirt, “I have a promise to keep…and we don’t want to turn me into someone who doesn’t keep her promises, now do we?”

Baekhyun kissed me fiercely as he pulled me outside to hail a taxi.

This day together might be cut short, but I was going to make sure it was one where we could never forget a single moment.


the most impetuous proposal in existence

summary: (phanfic) You know your boyfriend’s an asshole when he doesn’t even build up to the moment and consequently gives you a heart attack.

word count: 1.5k

tw: swears + choking i guess

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I smell ice cream. They got Swensen’s. They got pralines ‘n’ cream. They got Mississippi mud. They got chocolate eruption. And they got apple. Oh, and they got grape. They got grape, and superduper chocolate eruption, and… what?” - Chunk, The Goonies (X)

Cider’s been opened, chocolate cake’s been baked and there’s a 4-course Turkish meal waiting in the oven - a very happy April 20th to those of you observing this holiest of days! <3

anonymous asked:

Can you write a story where Amy sees Sheldon shirtless (coming out of a shower or something) and they sort of end up in bed together? Please? thanks you!

🚨🚨I give this one 🔥🔥🔥

“It’s so sweet of you to offer to make dessert.” Amy tells Sheldon as she sits at his kitchen island. They have the apartment to themselves and Sheldon is making them banana splits.

“Well you made dinner, it’s the least I could do.” He tells her smiling and Amy grins back.

In anticipation of this treat she had not eaten much if her dinner. So she was still hungry as she waited for dessert to be done. In true Sheldon fashion he was making something as simple as ice cream a complicated chore. The bowls had to be chilled to the right temperature. The ice cream had to be scooped proportionally. Amy gets so hungry waiting for dessert to be done she grabs an extra banana to snack on. Knowing it bothers Sheldon when she eats them horizontally, and figuring she was already a bad girl. Amy unwraps the banana and sticks it in her mouth. Sheldon who is getting ready to squirt chocolate sauce on the top of the ice cream notices her. The shock of seeing her eating a banana the correct way coupled with his body’s reaction to seeing her lips wrapped around the fruit ,cause him to squeeze the bottle extra hard. Chocolate sauce erupts from the bottle spraying all over his face and light blue dress shirt.

“Amy!” He yells annoyed like she was the one who sprayed him with chocolate.

“Sheldon, oh my god what happened?” Amy says getting up and rushing over to help him wipe off his face.

“You and that blasted banana!” He gripes.

“What? I ate it the right way didn’t I?” She asks worried. He is too embarrassed to tell her that is precisely what shook him up. It reminded him too much of watching her lips wrap around something else.

“Why were you eating it at all? Dessert was almost done.” He asks pulling off his shirts and bringing them to the kitchen sink to run water over.

Suddenly Amy’s brain can’t function. All she can concentrate on is his naked back standing at the kitchen sink. The supple muscles of his broad shoulder blades flexing as he scrubs the stain. The line of his spine that ends at at the top of his pants. She wonders what he would do with she ran her hand down his spine right now? Amy’s hands ache to touch him, to feel his bare flesh under her hands. It only gets worse when he turns around to face her his arms crossed. The muscles in his biceps bulge, and his sinewy forearms flex. Amy wants to nestle her hands in the notches made by his hip bones. To taste the skin on his neck. If he has any idea what he is doing to her he does not let on. Simply raising his eyebrow at her giving her an I’m waiting look.

“I got hungry.” Amy manages lamely.

“Well.” He says softly his voice a growl. “We better eat these sundaes now before they go to waste.”

Then to Amy’s surprise he walks back over to the counter still shirtless and finishes making dessert. Spraying the top of each scoop with whipped cream. Amy can think of a million other things she would like to lick that whipped cream off of. Sheldon pushes her bowl towards her and picks up a spoon and begins eating his bowl. No longer hungry for dessert Amy reluctantly begins to eat her bowl. Wondering when he will put a shirt back on and dreading it. Sheldon was unwittingly paying out a fantasy she hadn’t even known she had.

Sheldon watches Amy through his lashes as she eats her ice cream. Amy ate ice cream different than anyone he had ever met .She said it prevented brain freeze.Once she had a spoonful she sucked the ice cream slowly off. Then she turned the spoon over and licked off any remainder. It looked so sensual he was embarrassed to eat it with her in public. Afraid that his body’s involuntary reaction was evident. Now he is transfixed, unable to look away as she repeats the pattern, dunk, suck, lick over and over again. Between this and the blasted banana this woman would be the death of him.

Sheldon’s bowl is long gone and he is still watching her eat her’s. He feels a little foolish standing in his kitchen without a shirt. He had been trying to punish her for almost giving him a heart attack with the banana. He knew Amy’s feelings on his bare torso. Yet it is he can take it to more. He walks over to her and takes the spoon from her hand and sets it down. Then he spins her around in her stool so she is facing him. He leans over her setting his hands on either side of the counter for support. Framing her with his broad shoulders. She looks up at him and his gut wrenches. She is so beautiful that it makes his heart hurt. Wordlessly she reaches up and strokes his cheek. Then his lips are on hers crushing hers. Amy’s mouth is cool and tastes like strawberries and chocolate fueling his desire.

“What are you doing to me?” He pleads in her ear.

Amy’s hands explore his body. Up his arms, down his back, across his chest, down his belly. Stopping just short of the waistband of his pants. Like she is afraid to go further. He wants her too so he grabs her hand and places it on his erection, that is threatening to burst through his pants. As Amy massages him through his khaki’s he kisses her all over. Pulling off her sweater to get to her collarbone. Then hitching the silky material of her dress up and over her hips, fitting himself between her legs. Amy stops what she is doing to pull the dress up and over her head.

“What are you doing to me?” She counters as he lifts her off the stool and into the counter.

Amy undoes his belt and then his pants, sliding them down his hips. Settling her hands into the notches in his hip bones and pulling him closer. Sheldon buries his face in her breasts kissing them gently as his hands reach behind her and unhook her bra. He kisses each breast softly. Smiling to himself because they remind him of two scoops of vanilla ice cream topped with cherries. He would be hard pressed to decide which he thought tasted better at the moment. Amy pulls down his underwear and takes his erection into her hand. Stroking his length up and down.

“Do you want to do this here?” He asks her. Giving her the option to stop before it gets too far. To go into the bedroom and finish there.

“Yes, please.” She begs as he slides her panties off and moves inside her. The sensation of the angle created by him standing at her in the counter surprises them both. “Oh my, hoo.” Amy sighs as moves inside her. He feels so big and he is hitting her in just the right spot it almost takes her breath away.

“Do you need me to stop.” He asks as her nails dig into his shoulders. He is unsure if it is from pleasure or pain.

“No, don’t stop.” She pleads as he thrusts deeper into her. Sheldon tries to hang on as long as he can. Their first time he was so focused on her he barely thought of himself. This time the pleasure is so intense he can barely hang on.

“Amy… I..” He moans kissing her mouth deeply.

“It’s okay, I’m going to go too.” She murmurs in his ear and that is all it takes, he feels her cum around him, milking him and he let’s go . The rush of sensation so intense he sees stars. They stay wrapped in each other on the counter for awhile. Neither one wanting to break the spell if what had just happened.

“We better get dressed. Wouldn’t want anyone walking in on this.” He says looking around at the discarded clothes, and the melted half eaten bowl of ice cream beside Amy.

‘Yeah, this might take some explaining.” Amy says hopping off the counter and starting to get dressed.

“It’s your fault, you and that blasted banana.” He teases her swatting her behind.

“Nuh-uh it was you and your sexy shirtless dessert making.” She teases back.

“I think we can agree on one thing.” He says giving her a half smile that makes her melt.

“What’s that?” She asks starting to clean up.

“We’ll be doing it again.”

Teacher AU Update!

Author’s note: I don’t have a title for this yet, so if anyone has any ideas, let me know! Also, since I wasn’t planning on this being a multichapter work when I first posted, let’s pretend Abby broke into Jasper’s locker in the first chapter. The first part of this chapter is all related to the kids, but Kabby interaction occurs later in the update. I hope you like it! :) 

Chapter 1

“Guess what?” Octavia Blake said over a mouthful of cafeteria food, daring Jasper to answer with a wiggle of her eyebrows and a smirk.

“What?” he asked, and she grinned.

“I heard Mrs. Griffin and Mr. Kane hooked up last Friday.”

“Gross,” Jasper said, leaning back in his chair. “How’d you find out?”

“I have sources,” Octavia said. She paused for a moment to check her phone, glanced around the room until she located her brother sitting at a table of seniors. They shared a knowing smile. “And that’s all I’m gonna say about that. But that’s not all on Griffin and Kane.”

“Do tell,” Monty said, shoving a forkful of wheat pasta into his mouth.

“They did it here,” Octavia said, drawing out the last part of her sentence for effect. “In Mr. Miller’s classroom. On the couches.”

A volcano of chocolate milk erupted from Nate Miller’s mouth, and Monty resorted to clapping him on the back to ensure his medical stability.

“In my dad’s room?” Miller said, aghast. The disgusted look on his face – his widened eyes, his slack jaw – drew a manic cackle from Octavia. This was going better than she’d imagined. Jasper, she found, wasn’t fairing much better. His face had gone beet-red: a textbook case, she thought, of secondhand embarrassment.

“Which couch?” he asked. “Do you know which one they…did it on?”

Octavia shrugged. “I’ve heard different things,” she said, relishing the upper hand she had in the conversation. “Seems most likely that it was the one closest to the microphone. The blue, velvety one.”

Monty let out a loud, anguished moan. “Dammit. I sit there for sixth period creative writing.”

Jasper rotated in his cracked plastic chair to punch his friend on the shoulder.

“Maybe Kane’s luck will rub off on you,” he goaded with a smirk. “I mean, we all know you haven’t gotten anywhere with Harper. Like, does she even know you exist, dude?”

“What about you and Maya?” Monty retorted. “Not like you guys have gotten past first base. And I’m going slow with Harper because I don’t want to screw it up!”

Octavia and Miller locked stares, shared an eye-roll in unison.

“Shut up!” Octavia exclaimed, and the bickering ceased. “This isn’t a dick-measuring contest. There’s something weird going on here, and it’s not about your egos.”

“Why were they still here on Friday in the first place?” Miller asked, taking a page from Octavia’s book and ensuring the topic of conversation remained changed. “Did they get trapped during that storm?”

“Maybe they stayed back on purpose,” Jasper suggested. “To –“ he made his left hand into circle and pointed his right index finger, making the unmistakably crude hand gesture for banging.

“Could be,” Octavia acknowledged. “But there’s something you’re all forgetting.”

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There’s no anaesthetic.

River smoothes her pilot’s hair, wondering if she should tell her what she’s about to do or just get on with it. She doesn’t know the other woman very well – her name is Lucy, she’s in her twenties, and she’s very good at navigating through asteroid fields. She replaced the previous pilot at the ship’s last stop a few weeks ago, when River discovered that he was a Nestene duplicate with a too-keen interest in her cargo and blew his head off.

Recalling just how she made that discovery, River pulls out her hallucinogenic lipstick and quickly applies it to her lips. It’s better than nothing.

Lucy is not quite lucid, which is probably a good thing. She might get the wrong impression.

River kisses her gently and sits back, watching her eyes glaze over slightly and her features relax. With any luck, the stink of the smoke and the hiss of the fire extinguishers still trying to save the doomed ship will soon be transmuted for Lucy into something more tranquil.

And the pain won’t register so much either.

Gritting her teeth, River grips Lucy’s arm, anchors them both as best she can, and pops it back into its socket.

Lucy screams, but at least it doesn’t last long.

Someone clears his throat behind her. “River,” says a Scottish voice.

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Magic Rock Bearded Lady Grand Marnier Chocolate Orange Stout (10.5 % abv)

So the crazy fine Bearded Lady impy from Yorkshire’s Magic Rock got another barrel dunking, this time in Grand Marnier barrels with orange peel, chocolate, and vanilla for like half a year or somethin’. Great, but if it’s as hard to get hold of as their other… Hold on, they’re canning a small amount of it? WOOP! Cue relentless assault on their online shop ‘til a half dozen cans are on my way.

A couple of days later they arrive, and I manage to last an entire two hours before cracking open my first. The pour is jet black, languid, with a gorgeously creamy mocha coloured head. Intense orange liqueur and bold dark chocolate aromas erupt from the glass. Crikey. A sip. It’s velvety smooth with a mouth filling fullness. The taste is dark chocolate led roasty malts with supporting coffee notes, bonfire toffee, subtle but definite vanilla undertones, and that liqueur working it’s orange essence magic. Bitter and toasted cacao nib flavours dominate the finish with a nicely controlled booziness warming my insides. 

That the Grand Marnier doesn’t rule the taste like it does the aroma suits me just fine, the flawless balance between it, the malts, and the additional ingredients resulting in a remarkably rich, complex, decadent, and delicious brew. So glad I’ve got a few more. Cheers!