#and melt in your mouth good thanks to the coconut

[caramhel]

Almond Chocolate Coconut Cookies II - Nut Dessert

[mbsneur]

Loud Love Rush

Ona Batlle x Reader

Hi everyone, i finished the ona fanfic and to be honest i am not very happy with it i would love to hear your opinion on it thanks! :)

Summary: ona and you celebrate your anniversary

WC: 2,5k

Warnings: Smut18+ minors DNI, Top!reader, Cunnilingus, strap using- Ona receiving

My Masterlist

When you wake up on a Sunday morning, you hear the birds chirping. The still cool morning air is spread around the room. The window is wide open. You turn to the side and feel with your hand on an empty bed where your girlfriend always lies. It's your anniversary. You've been together for a year, but not many know about it. You didn't want to announce it.

You rub your eyes and look for your shirt on the floor You pull it over your head and you are about to leave your shared bedroom When you open the door, the whole hallway smells of pancakes You know ona likes to cook and bake, but all you can think about is how to celebrate your anniversary

You walk into the kitchen and there she is, cute little Ona with her typical bun, wearing one of your shirts and a pair of FC Barcelona shorts, turning around she greets you with a big smile, "Good morning Cariño, did you sleep well? she aks and turns back do her, pancakes you walk over to her and give her a big hug she sighs slightly at your touch and falls backwards "mhm happy anniversary baby" you say and kiss her on the neck you can smell she has been in the shower her coconut shower gel covers all her

"I hope you're hungry," she says in her sweet voice and turns in your arms to kiss you on the lips, your hands still resting on her hips, "Mm, I'm hungry," you say playfully and wiggle your eyebrows, Ona laughs softly at you and puts a hand on your cheek, "is that so," she says softly and starts to kiss you again.

You deepen the kiss and try to take control, your kisses becoming wetter and more intense as ona sighed with pleasure into your mouth.

you reach for her arse and ona squeals slightly, "turn off the cooker", you say breathlessly into her mouth and ona's hand moves back to the buttons. You take the opportunity to nibble on her defined jaw line, which makes her breathe a sigh of relief she tucks her head into your neck to give you more space. You suck on her pulse point which you know, will make her melt

You turn her around and lead her to the table, your hands moving from her arse to her thighs, lifting her slightly and sitting her on the table, "Tell me what to do," you say after you have stopped kissing Ona‘s neck, words were coiled at her throat as she looked at you, "I-I want your fingers," she tries to stutter out, a small smile spreading across your lips, "see how good you are, you just have to ask and you get what you want.“

You pull her back towards you as you slide your fingers into her shorts, causing Ona to start slightly, you push her underwear aside with your index finger and slide a finger through her folds, her back arching slightly against you as she lets out a deep sigh.

you enjoy every sound she makes, you start to work on her neck again, you bite a little harder this time. Making her cry out, you soothe the affected area with your tongue and smile against her skin. Ona's hands are wrapped tightly around your neck as you look up hazel eyes meet the your eyes "what do you want to do now baby?" you ask her frowning "inside please" she says in a soft voice

You do as she asks and put your finger into her. She moans and grabs you tighter. You lay your head against her and pull her towards you for a kiss. Your lips touch and she puts her tongue in your mouth. You push your finger into her a little more and with each movement your hand presses against her clitoris, making her hips move.

Ona stops kissing you and instead plants small kisses on your nose and cheeks, her soft lips filling you so much she struggles to kiss you "I need more" she says against your cheek and tries to slide her lower body closer to you "Do you think you deserve it?" you ask teasingly and Ona's eyes glaze over "I'm your good girl, I think I deserve it," she says confidently and a second finger teases her entrance "Ask nicely," you say with a shaky breath and pull Ona towards you for another kiss.

ona starts to get impatient and desperately pushes away from you, "please fuck me with two fingers" she begs and your second finger finally dives deep into ona's folds. Ona moans slightly and you catch her again to kiss her she returns your kiss and hugs you tighter your kisses become more irregular because ona moans into your mouth "shit, just like that, right there," she whispers moaning and you hit her sweet spot she lets go of your neck and leans back on the table her head back and her veins pop out on her arms her veins are always there but when you fuck her they become more obvious

Ona grunts and her body shakes with every thrust. The table hits the wall with every thrust. You feel Ona's walls tighten around your fingers, and her moans become more irregular. Her chest sinks and rises faster. She briefly meets your eyes and asks, "Can I cum? please.“ she demands, moaning. You nod, and she lets out a deep moan, her arms bending further down her body as she tenses up and comes tensely and silently over your fingers.

You continue to pleasure her, allowing her to gradually come down from her orgasmic high. You continue until she gently pushes your fingers away from her. She is still sitting bent on the table, her breathing slowly becoming regular. You pull her back to you by her arms. Her face is flushed , and her eyes are a little puzzled. She smiles at you. "Hey, are you okay?" you ask, your voice soft and caring. "Yes, I think for the next round you have to carry me to bed because I can't feel my legs anymore," she says, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she laughs.

you smile at her words your face becomes soft "hey oni i want you to be well and to be the happiest woman" you say and ona pulls you in and kisses you on the cheek "you are more than enough i am happy when you are with me" she says giving you a kiss on the lips which you quickly deepen your fingers rest on ona's thighs and lift them slightly ona laughs against your lips as you carry her to bed

As you gently lay her on the bed you carefully undress her "Oh no underwear" you ask in surprise as you remove her shirt, she turns her head away in embarrassment "I thought I didn't need underwear on a Sunday" she says embarrassed and you smile and take her face in your hands to turn her back to you.

"I like you best naked anyway," you tell her and Oona's face turns blood red, "Shall we take off the rest of your clothes?" you ask, raising your eyebrow.

you pull her shorts completely off and throw them somewhere in the room your mouth lands on her hard nipples she sighs softly and pushes her back up

you suck on her nipples and spread hickeys ona whimpers like a little deer underneath you and begs desperately for more your mouth moves down before you reach her belly button you sit up grab ona by her ankles and pull her jerkily between your legs

You go down immediately and your mouth lands right in the middle of her pussy, she squirms underneath you but you grab her thighs and pull her closer to your face, her hands get caught in your hair, "Stop touching me," you say firmly, letting go of her for a moment, "Babe..."

"No, put your hands somewhere else," you say more sharply this time.

Oona lets her head fall to the bed and sighs reluctantly, her hands clutching the sheets and her bud hanging tightly between your lips again.

You suck gently before plunging your tongue into her. Every move you make makes her tremble beneath you, she is still sensitive from her previous orgasm and writhes around accordingly.

you hold her in place and her whimpers quickly turn into moans her moans are music to your ears you want more "i want to hear you baby" you say against her pussy and ona's eyes roll into the back of her head with pleasure

All you could get out of her were little moans, "ah fuck you feel so good baby" she moans and you use that as an incentive you love how you can make her cum with just your tongue.

Her legs are wrapped around your head, her back is bent, her legs are tensed tightly, you have trouble keeping them apart, ona is a complete mess.

your eyes look up, all you see is a moaning, curved one "i am so close - fuck - so fucking close" she tries to get out and her eyes meet yours she looks for approval which you give her immediately

her pussy tightens around your tongue as her moans get louder and her whole body tenses up she tries to pull away but your tongue stays in place "i'm gonna cum again fuck-" she adds quickly and she comes on your tongue again this time you let go and her body falls apart weakly her legs are still shaking

"Do you think you can take my strap?" you say as you move away from her and stand up "mhm" she says "tell me how you feel" you ask a little more affectionately this time "fucked but I feel so good" she says and you smile slightly "can you take it?" you ask again hoping for a real answer "yes please" you laugh again and go to a drawer to get Onas favorite strap.

ona is lying on the bed like a pile of misery you love the sight you love the sight of ona being completely destroyed by you

Your strap buckles around your hips as Ona looks up at you sweetly "Spread your legs I want to see you, baby" you say placing both hands on her knees as she spreads her legs open her inner thighs are covered in your spit and her juices you moan slightly at the sight before you spread soft kisses on her knee.

Her legs take a lot of strength and are often weakened by playing soccer, but you love her delicate legs every time you touch them or rest your head on them (or between them).

you open her legs wider and place the strap in front of her entrance she twitches slightly at your touch and you pushes the strap in to her hole she grunts loudly at the feeling of complete fullness

Your hips move slowly back and forth Onas hands are still relaxed on the sheets "I need more please" she begs and you bend down to her for support your hands cupping her neck and you begin to thrust into her at a relentless pace.

"Wrap your legs around my waist," you commanded and Oona immediately did as you told her, her legs tightly wrapped around your hips as you thrust faster into her, Oona started to whimper and tried to hold back, "That sound... keep making it.. louder baby," you said slightly out of breath as the strap hit the perfect spots on your clit.

Onas’s wimpher get louder and louder and turn into moans "God you feel so fucking good," she moans and her body bobs up and down "Do you feel good with my cock deep inside you," you say and Onas head bends backwards, her back arching against your hips, and with each stroke the naked hips slap together "Yes baby feels so good," you smile softly "So full like a good slut you take me so well," you say and Ona‘s hands press harder into the paints.

"touch yourself for me come on" you say moaning slightly and ona's hand finds its way to her swollen clit "fuck I can't hold on much longer" she moans loudly and turns tight circles on her clit you push deeper into her and her walls squeeze around your strap her breathing slows "I'm close" ona warns "no I want to hear you beg" you say grunting and ona looks at you with her sweetest eyes

"please baby i have to cum"

Ona's cries grow louder and her free hand scratches into your sheets, "Baby! please I beg you please let me cum I need it so much," she says louder this time.

"That's what I expected, come for me my pretty girl," you say and after a few more thrusts Ona comes and makes a huge mess, when you were sure that Oona had come down you gently remove your strap and lie down next to her.

Ona turns to you "Do you want to eat pancakes now?" she asks with a grin and kisses the path from your shoulder blade to your cheek "After a shower?" you ask quietly and Ona nods at you.

[llamagoddessofficial]

Thank you @robobbin for this adorable commission of Mafiafell Sans caring for their OC sick at home. You know I can't live without big scaryboys absolutely melting when their darling is unwell <3

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“hey sweetcheeks.”

You looked up from your position nestled on the couch, a flash of hot confusion and embarrassment momentarily awakening you from your feverish stupor. That... wasn’t the voice you expected to hear, coming through your front door. You lifted your head up a few inches- movement in inches was all you could manage right now.

... It was Sans. Sans was in your house. He had a nice, pressed red shirt and black pants- your spare keys hooked onto a claw, two plastic bags over one of his big arms, and an unreadable lilt to his shark grin.

“... Sans?” You mumbled, eyes widening into saucers. You felt your cheeks immediately get even hotter. 

Your fever hadn’t improved, as you’d hoped it would. In fact, it had only gotten worse as the hours wore on; moving and thinking had grown increasingly impossible. In a total mess, you’d called Papyrus, asking if he could bring over something for you to eat... though you didn’t actually recall what he’d said back to you, most of it just blurring together in your head.

... You’d been expecting Pap. Pap knew you, he'd already seen you weak and gross before. Pap had carried you home from the gym, once, after you made the mistake of trying to keep up with his workout.

You were not anticipating the arrival of his hot brother, whom you had a massive crush on. 

Despite feverishly sweating, you pulled the blanket further up over you. You felt embarrassed to be seen like this.

“sorry, i know you were expectin’ boss.” He put both of the plastic bags down onto the coffee table, crouching beside the couch to be closer to your eye level. You twisted your hands in the blanket, his proximity making your heart thump. “he’s swamped with work, so i’m droppin off the emergency goods instead. though i’ll be sure to let him know you missed him.”

“... O-oh.” Your mind was fried. You stared- he looked great. It felt like the longer you knew each other, the better he dressed, it was amazing how his presence could simultaneously make you feel so much worse but also so much better. “N-no, it’s okay. I’m... fine. You’re fine.”

He chuckled, musically, eyelights warm. His voice felt good in your painful chest. “i’m fine?”

“N-not like... fine as in hot. Fine as in okay.” Your cheeks were just on fire at this point. The fever had removed any and all barriers between your head and your mouth, so words just waterfalled out. “Not that you’re not hot. You are. You’re very hot. You.. uh,”

... Shit. Again, that little edge to his smile. You wanted to sink between the couch cushions and die.

Rather than make fun of you, Sans just gently reached over you, placing a cold compress against your forehead. He was so close you could smell him.

“you’re burning up. and ya look terrible. i’m gonna stay over and watch you.”

"N-no-!!" You blurted, nearly sitting up. The guy you liked, staying and seeing you completely out of it, at your absolute worst? No???

He grinned. "sorry, pet. not gettin' rid of me until your fever goes down."

... You covered your face with both hands. This was mortifying. Were you glad he was here? Absolutely. You didn't want to be alone right now, and his insistence on staying despite your protests felt good. But you still wanted to die.

“pap really went nuts with the food when he found out you were unwell. y’know he’s got a list of all your allergies? let’s see...” You could hear him start unpacking the bags, placing things onto the table. “some funky soup. saltines, popsicles, iced coconut water. ginger candy... whole bunch of herbal teabags. you ever had sea tea?”

You kept one hand on your face, gesturing randomly with the other. “Soup. Soup please.”

“soup comin’ right up, gorgeous.”

You tried to say thank you, but just a weak grumble came out, the room was spinning again. You heard him move into the kitchen... so you just let yourself sink back into the couch, comforted by another person’s presence.

...

You didn’t know how much time passed, he eventually returned. You could smell something nice.

"hey. can ya sit up a lil, for me?'

... You didn’t really respond to his query. Curled in blankets like a feverish squirrel, you merely made a sound in the back of your throat to acknowledge him. The fever was getting worse.

... Big hands, on your body. There was movement... Sans shifted you, everything spun. You were vaguely aware of him sitting you up, supporting you with one big hand- you did your best to just watch his face, focus on his lovely red eyelights.

"c'mon. soup’s ready. here comes the airplane."

... Despite the state of you, that made you giggle. And judging by the smile that filled your wobbling vision... he liked the sound.

///---///

...

... He was probably enjoying himself a little too much.

Sans shifted his legs into a slightly comfier position from his spot in front of the couch. This definitely wasn’t what he thought he’d be doing today. He’d been planning on going out for a drink, maybe crossing some names off a list while his blood was up- the usual stupidity he filled his free time with.

... Then he got Pap’s call about you. And instantly, it had felt like nothing else in the world mattered.

Now, here he was; in his crush’s house, spoon-feeding her warm soup, trying to keep a nonchalant face while wrestling with an (emotional) noisy Soul.

... i haven’t felt like this in a long time.

You were so cute. His nasal ride wrinkled, and he pinched the soup spoon a bit tighter, restraining the urge to grab your cheek- he felt bad for not being able to stop thinking about how cute you looked, when you were so unwell. But he couldn’t help it. All snuggled up in blankets, hair frizzy and unkempt, glasses askew, flushed and warm... you had a twinkly, glazed look to your eyes, not too dissimilar from the look people got when they were drunk. He’d been fighting the urge to ruffle your hair this whole time.

...

Sans bit his tongue. This was mundane, compared to his normal life. Some might even consider it a chore. But... he hadn’t felt this nice in so long. He felt... useful. Wanted.

When was the last time someone had been openly, willingly, weak around him? When was the last time someone was in a state of fragility, and wanted him nearby?

Mushy feelings filled his chest. Soft. Overprotective. He was hyper-aware of how sick you were and he didn’t want to leave your side, not even for a second, not even to go home. Even just acknowledging those emotions made colour rise to his cheekbones... he hadn't felt anything like this level of protectiveness since Pap was just a babybones.

... But damn... it felt good to be needed.

...

Warm fingers curled around his hand.

He very nearly jumped out of his fucking seat at the sensation- he fumbled the soup spoon, mumbling out a little ‘shit’ as he broke out of his thoughts, turning to look at you. 

... Your tiny hand was wrapped around two of his phalanges. Sparkly eyes peered up at him.

fuck. His Soul thudded in his throat. don’t look away from me.

"... h-hey. c'mon." His voice was shaky. "that ain't fair."

"Huh?" Came your bleary reply. so fucking cute. stop it.

"you've stolen my hand, doll."

... You looked to his captured hand, slowly. Like you only just realised you had it.

...

"... Mine now." You mumbled.

...

He tried to muster up a quick joke, like always. Tried to come up with a sharp-witted response. Something with swagger, something with a flirtatious edge, something with confidence that would show you how cool and collected he was. 

...

Nothing came out of his mouth. It was like trying to start an empty car.

“... o-oh.”

...

"... You're great." You said, eyes fluttering closed.

"... huh?"

"Great guy. Handsome guy. Nice to me." It didn't sound like you intended those thoughts to be said out loud. He felt his eyelights flare- his Soul was thumping against his ribs.

Words banged at his tongue, but the only sound he managed to get out was a tiny shaking hum of affirmation.

You drew his hand up toward your face, he absolutely had the strength to stop you but he felt like he’d been flashbanged. All he could do was watch... as turned on your side to get cosy, pulled up his hand to your face... and happily nuzzled the back of it.

“My big guy.” You murmured.

...

Just like that, you were asleep.

...

Sans used his free hand to cover his face. His whole skull was carmine red, glowing like a campfire. It made him look almost as feverish as you.

...

i never want to leave.

[legendary-pink-dot]

Hideaway

Pairing: Santiago "Pope" Garcia x Francisco "Catfish" Morales x female reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Threesome, unprotected PiV, anal fingering, oral (m receiving), a happy ending handjob (m/m)

Word Count: 1.1K

Summary: This luxury beach cabin had cost a lot. A lot. Santi had quietly gritted his teeth when told the price and had to pull a heftier-than-expected stack of stolen cash out of his bag. But it was worth it for a single night of hedonism before heading back home in the morning.

Notes: Santi's POV. Blatant PWP because right now, do I care why these three people are fucking? Nope! No use of "Y/N". Slighty canon divergent from the plot and ending of Triple Frontier. Not beta'ed so please excuse any tense shifts or other weirdness. Thank you to the magic slut coven for cheerleading @exquisiteserotonin @arcanefox207 @magpiepills 💜

This luxury beach cabin had cost a lot. A lot. Santi had quietly gritted his teeth when told the price and had to pull a heftier-than-expected stack of stolen cash out of his bag. But it was worth it for a single night of hedonism before heading back home in the morning. The cost guaranteed anonymity and discretion in this slice of tropical paradise, and nobody on staff had batted an eye when the three of you rolled up with a rack full of well-worn, heavy duffle bags and asked for their most secluded cabin with a private beach. You wouldn't be disturbed here.

After dinner and showers, the setting sun finds Santi relaxed in a chair as you hungrily feast on his cock while on all fours, your head rocking forward and back over his length in a sweet, unhurried rhythm as Frankie slowly fucks you from behind.

Santi watches the natural pink blush of your lips gradually turn red, swelling from the pressure as your mouth starts to work harder on his thick length, trying to take more of it in than you think you can. You're always so good to him. His good, perfect girl. He knows your limits and how to gently push you past them, but tonight he's letting you have whatever you want.

He feels your tongue map his cock: tongue tip gently tasting and probing the ridges, the middle stripe of your tongue travelling along every vein, your tastebuds taking in all the tiny ripples of his skin. Exploring as if it were both the first and last time you're doing this. Like this was a dream that you were convinced would evaporate in the morning.

Your long hair, still damp from the shower, splays softly over his thighs. The strands begin to tickle his over-sensitized skin so much with your rocking movement that he wraps the length of your hair around his hand, holding it against your head without pressing too hard, for once letting you set your own pace. If a skull was capable of melting, yours just did into his hand.

His fingertips lightly scratch your scalp as you take more of him into your talented mouth. He always loves how eager you are to taste him and that you do it because you genuinely love it, not just because he does.

A faint scent of coconut fills the room; Frankie has flipped the cap on a bottle of lube and is holding it high above your raised ass. Santi watches a single droplet form, a silvery sphere that clings to the mouth of the bottle. It finally falls, like a teardrop hitting your skin, and you cry out from a mixture of cool sensation and anticipation relieved.

A few more drops follow before Frankie rubs the viscous liquid around your ass, slowly pressing a finger inside and sliding back out, matching the rhythm with the thrusts of his cock in your cunt, and a feral moan rips from your throat as you come hard.

It vibrates and echoes around Santi's cock, and his head snaps back over the chair, his vision blurring, a loud groan bubbling up his own throat. It's too much. He's close.

He shifts his gaze down, wanting to catch Frankie's eyes. Needing them. Frankie's gaze is already fixed on him, maybe has been the whole time, maybe more interested in watching Santi respond and react than the lazy-but-still-quality fuck he's been giving you. This is uncharted territory; he's been feeling an unspoken, primal undercurrent of tension with Frankie for awhile. He felt it even before they left for this op, the last time you three fucked together, but it never had a name or a shape.

He thinks maybe now is the time to give it form. He lifts his free hand and beckons Frankie over.

You had needed a minute to come down from your high but your wet, hot mouth is finally back on Santi's cock, able to focus better on the task as Frankie gently pulls out of you and takes a few steps forward on his knees. Frankie's hard, thick length is begging to be touched and Santi curls his fist around it, giving it indelicate and rough strokes but Frankie doesn't care or maybe it's exactly what he needs, bracing himself with one hand around Santi's hip and the other on the back of your neck, guiding your head forward before running his fingers up to where Santi's are clutched in your hair, pressing and resting his there too.

Perfect, Santi whispers to himself. Or maybe he whined it out loud and the surf carried it away with his breath, panting heavily now and interspersed with his moans and Frankie's rumbling grunts.

With one hand twisted through your hair and Frankie's fingers, and the other wrapped around Frankie's length, Santi comes as hard as you did, thrusting with abandon into your eager mouth and filling your throat with his come, salty as the ocean just steps away from where he sits. He watches you wantonly slurp and swallow every drop, thinking this is exactly what and how he needs both of you from now on.

It's as if that thought teleports and spurs Frankie on. Frankie groans harsh and loud as he wraps his hand around Santi's for a joint final few strokes of his cock. He presses his forehead against Santi's and comes within seconds, the pressure and tension too much, spurting hot across Santi's stomach and chest and splashing their twined fingers in your hair.

Usually Santi would order you to lick him clean, but not tonight. He doesn't feel like giving orders. Or moving. The only thing he wants to do is stay forever in this comfortable chair, with your head in his lap as his fingers card through your hair and his forehead gently resting against Frankie's, all three of you sharing breaths as you come down from your highs.

A gentle knock on the door interrupts the atmosphere.

"Room service. No need to answer or open the door right now, I'll leave it here. The plates are heated and your food will stay hot for awhile. Your personal concierge is a phone call away if you need anything else. Have a lovely evening."

"How much did this place cost?" Frankie asks in a completely fucked-out voice, slowly getting up to grab towels and water. "This carpet is really soft."

"Too much. But I've decided we're staying for one more night," says Santi, fixing you and then Frankie with a heavy stare. "At least. Any complaints?"

None. There's a whole ocean for the three of you to explore from this hideaway.

[sweetly-yours-and-mine]

Popsicle

Summary: B moving over their chair in the shade so A can sit beside them.

Pairing: Marc Spector x Reader

Warnings: nothing much, brief mention of Marc's childhood, one swear (it's Marc)

Word Count: 1.5k

The day’s hot. The type of sweltering heat filled with a friction that’s going to boil over into staticky lightning this evening. It hangs heavy in the air with the humidity, pressing insistently against Marc’s skin. 

You’re spending the day at a friend’s, fleeing away from the city and into the countryside, gathered on a rickety old porch with cold finger foods and beer and lemonade. 

There’s some rambling going on in the background that Marc isn’t paying much attention to, distant like the hum of a beehive or of cicadas. 

He thinks it might be political or something. He can’t understand, however, how they’re managing to talk about this while the temperatures keep climbing and climbing, weather forecasts issuing one warning after another. 

He wonders where you are. Where you’ve gone off to do and why it’s taking you so long to come back. 

He wonders if you saw the severe thunderstorm warning for this evening and what you plan to do about it and mostly, Marc wonders what’s going to happen to himself when the heat breaks free and the dark sky shatters into two with the harsh strike of lightning rattling the house like a leaf in the wind. 

Someone asks him a question and sets off the nervous fidget of his foot. There’s a shift of movement around him as people rearrange to fit the flow of the conversations better like a current. Your empty seat beside him is taken up and he grits his jaw. 

Trying his best to make it seem like he had been listening all this time, that his silence wasn’t one of ambivalence, and pushing through the way his brain is seemingly melting with the harsh beat of the sun against him and his face, he mutters something that he’s not really sure he agrees with. 

Already, with the help of the heatwave, people are starting to get tipsier than they normally would, and his answer is accepted without a second’s thought. Marc feels relieved, feels the clamp that had started to crawl around his ribs loosen and let go, the fear of having embarrassed you inadvertently, by association, in front of your friends fading into the air like the squiggly mirages coming off the roads. 

The screen door opens again and you come out, sunglasses on your head, a tray of popsicles and ice creams in your hands. 

The sun hits you in a way that makes Marc think you look like an angel, or some sunny fairy-like creature. 

He takes a long sip from his lemonade, hoping to get a bit of a clear head around you. 

As always, when your eyes meet his, you smile. It presses up into your cheeks and moves further into your eyes, like a butterfly migration. It makes Marc feel like a million and one bucks, and some childish part of him wants to press this in everyone’s face and boast. 

Suck it, losers. 

Your friends are ignorant, however, of what they’ve lost, of what Marc has managed to gain and is not letting go of without good reason and there are no good reasons to let go of you. They only murmur some absent-minded thanks as they open up the wrappers, starting to eat the cold treats.

Some of the popsicles are blue, and he delights in thinking of how their mouths are going to turn blue soon enough, and their half-drunken ramblings about politics they have no control over is going to turn that much more ridiculous. 

When the tray is passed to him, Marc makes a point of choosing a clear, coconut-flavoured popsicle instead.

So as to not make an utter fool out of himself. 

The taste is a little artificial, bordering on the edge of too sweet. But it’s cool and refreshing, and if Marc lets it rest on his tongue, it calms down the heat of his mouth enough to bring back some clarity into his mind. 

He wants one of your popsicles though. That would honestly be the best. 

With the hot summer months, you’ve traded in your baking habit for a more timely one. You make your own popsicles now. Blending fruits and herbs together, pouring them into a pink and green mould. 

You’ve managed to work Jake off of his ridiculous sugar habit, from the sickly sweet ice creams and treats he liked to gorge himself on and make Marc’s teeth ache whenever he woke up with the body the next day. 

Marc is about to go back into his daze when he suddenly sees you searching for something. The rapid back and forth of your eyes, darting this way and that, and he starts following your lead, trying to see what’s wrong and how he can fix it. 

He sees the lone chair sitting in the direct line of the sun, sees it not only for that, but for how far away it is from him. There’s a certain urgency that only he can read from your body, and you’ve lost sight of his own eyes and gaze and love for you. 

In a sudden sprout of violence, he feels like punching the idiot of your friend’s husband who came and took your seat, who’s now shouting across the table, spit flying this way and that. 

Instead, he pulls his own chair to the side, and murmurs your name quietly. 

Even in the rattling chatter around the two of you, you hear it, and in a moment that smile has returned to your face, like Marc meant everything and more to you. 

You pick up the sun-warmed chair and come to place it beside his. 

Marc likes it even better this way. You’re closer and that means he can smell your perfume mixed in with sunshine and humidity and your coconut shampoo. It means he can pull your chair even closer to his and make you giggle. 

“Hi,” you say, your eyes wrinkled around the edges and the colour of your irises that Marc has come to know as home, sparkling. You’re eating an ice cream sandwich, a round, overly-large monstrosity of an oreo that reminds him of summers in Chicago, fleeing away from home and into the woods with a sandwich similar to yours melting in his palm. 

He finds that thinking about that now, the cool shade of the tree, much like the one the both of you are under now, the rustle of leaves and the ice cream doesn’t hurt anymore. There’s only sunshine and you and chocolate.

There’s a bit of it caught on the corner of your mouth and Marc brushes it away with his thumb, licking it off. He wishes he could kiss you the way he wants, but he supposes that would have to do, “Hi.” 

“You missed me, didn’t you?” you giggle and laugh, cup his face and follow the line of his cheekbone with your thumb. Your touch places a Cubs-decorated bandaid on something inside of him he didn’t know needed to be healed. 

The people around the two of you have melted into nothingness, as far as Marc is concerned. Your words poke at something inside him, something he’s been trying to share with you more but still falls short sometimes. Just a little grumpily he responds, “Yeah, I suppose I fuckin’ did.” 

“Well, I’m back now.” You make it sound like you’ve come back from a months’ long trip, a trip he didn’t know was going to end. The teasing has dropped from your voice, and your eyes are soft like rose petals. 

Marc curls his arm around your shoulders, pulls you as close as he can to him, as much as the chairs will allow and never mind the heat weighing heavy on the both of you. He kisses the side of your head, “And I’m never letting you go.” 

As you coo and hum at him, he leans down and takes a big bite out of your ice cream sandwich. Nobody around you seems to be noticing what’s happening between you two, as if there was an impenetrable bubble around him whenever you’re close to his side. 

You protest at this, but Marc quiets you with a quasi-kiss to satiate you until you manage to get back in your rooms. It tastes like coconut and chocolate and love. 

He thinks then, that maybe, he’ll manage the thunderstorm that’s rumbling around the molten core of the Earth. 

He thinks then, that maybe, he can manage close to near anything with you, only if you keep looking at him like he can do no wrong, even if he is chewing close to half of your ice cream sandwich. 

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[babbushka]

What do you think of a fic about taking Flip to Hawaii on a much needed vacation? The image of him all wet and tan is so hot. Thank you thank you thank you for doing Sinday again :)

He didn’t get out very much, that workaholic of yours. It wasn’t odd or out of the ordinary for him not to come home at all, either out late on a case, or fallen asleep at his desk. You’ve picked him up in that chevy of his more times than you can count, with a blanket for him on the car ride home. He never asked for it, but he also never declined it, either.

The work is hard on him, on his mind and his body -- not that he’s particularly suffering in either category, but...well...he’s getting old, your old man. 

You don’t even think he realized how badly he wanted this vacation until the plane had landed and the creases in his forehead lessened just the littlest bit. The resort was all inclusive, a new idea you had heard about at the salon from the other wives who returned far more tan than they left. And the moment a resort bartender put a tropical drink in your man’s hand, you could physically see the difference.

Flip was, in this very moment, the most relaxed you had ever seen him. His shoulders getting gloriously freckled and pink in the gorgeous Hawaiian sun, his hair dark from the water of the crystalline shore. He’s not necessarily one with the waves, no your Flip is far too much of a mountain man for that, but he is enjoying himself, and that’s the best sight you could ever see -- until he splashes you, drenching you from top to bottom with the salty spray of the ocean. 

“You are so lucky I have a swim cap on, Philip Zimmerman.” You do your best to admonish him, “If my hair gets wet I’m going to fucking kill --”

You barely get the words out before you’re being scooped up in his arms, thrown up in the air, landing into the water with a resounding smack, suddenly being transported back to childhood in the community pool, your scream cut off by the water. When you bob back up to the surface, Flip’s laughing, and you can’t be too mad at him, not when the droplets sparkle on his strong broad chest, his cheeks and nose crinkling from the width of his grin. Goddamn he looks good, he looks delicious, you want to eat him right up, you want him to eat you. 

“I’ll wash your hair baby,” He says, his baritone deep and hot in your ear as he holds you close, your arms and legs twining around him on auto pilot. “Have some fun with me.” 

His mouth is on your throat, licking the salt from your skin, making you warmer than the sun ever could. He has lust in his eyes, in his hands, the way he looks at you and grips your legs, holding you close close close, bodies pressed up against one another as the ocean kisses your face. 

Even here, even in paradise, Flip is your anchor, keeping you steady. You melt into his embrace, sigh into his mouth, taste the sweetness of pineapple and coconut on his tongue, and as he pulls the swim cap off of your head and clutches at the nape of your neck, walks you to shore and pushes himself on top of you, presses you ever closer to his hot hard body, your toes curling into the exquisite black sand -- as you gasp and moan in a secret cove in Maui, you can’t help but think how badly you both needed this vacation.

Until he does that thing with his tongue that you love, and suddenly you can’t think of anything at all. 

[daddy-dins-girl]

Kindred - Chapter Three

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Maxwell Lord x f!Reader (Nanny)

Word Count: 9k (I'm sorry I may have gotten out of hand)

Chapter Summary: Max gets some particularly stressful news. As always, you help him through it (and you both continue catching feelings along the way).

Chapter Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Smut (like literally half this chapter is smut and I will not apologize), masturbation, mutual masturbation, oral sex, vaginal fingering, hand jobs, cum play, cum eating, sub!Maxwell (in this house we love goodboy!Maxwell), praise kink, very brief mentions of cancer and chemotherapy (don't worry, not for any of our 3 main characters). Um that might be it? If I missed something lmk!

The next morning you wake early. Earlier than is typical of you for a Saturday but you attribute it to the sex coma that Max had put you in the night before. You’d fallen asleep earlier than your usual Friday night so even though you’d gotten up at a near ungodly hour this morning, you wake up feeling refreshed and not to mention, extremely satisfied (thank you, Mr. Lord).

Once you’re up you head out to the kitchen and are unsurprised that the house is quiet and still. Glancing at your watch you figure you have at least a half hour or so before anyone else gets up so you decide to put on a pot of coffee and then head to the bathroom and take a shower.

Freshly cleaned, hair blow-dried and styled and dressed for the day in simple jeans and a t-shirt you’re back in the kitchen again pouring yourself a coffee and flipping through the newspaper at the counter to see what’s new in the world today. It’s nothing particularly interesting, but you’re entranced enough in your delicious coffee and the daily news that you don’t hear the footsteps coming up behind you, so when a strong pair of arms snake around your waist and pull you back into a hard chest wall you let out a gasp and quickly have to put a hand over your mouth so you don’t accidentally spit your coffee all over the counter.

“Good morning Angel” Max murmurs into the side of your face, swaying you gently with him in his grasp.

“Good morning” you’re smiling, now that the initial surprise has worn off, and you put your coffee down and bring your hands up to rest on top of his at your waist.

“Mmmm, you smell good” Max comments as his nose presses into your hair. “Like coconuts and… fucking sunshine”

“Why thank you, Mr. Lord. I do strive to please” you tease and he hums before moving his head a little lower and nuzzling into your neck instead.

“Max!” you giggle, trying to press your shoulder up and to push him off of you but he doesn’t budge. “That tickles! Stop!” you laugh before you bring your elbow back to nudge him in his middle.

“Mmmm, how about this?” Max switches tactics then and begins placing hot wet kisses down the column of your throat and you can’t fight back the moan that instantly falls from your lips.

“Does that tickle, hmmm?” he asks before returning to his task of kissing and sucking at the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder and you all but melt into his arms right then and there.

“No” you breathe out in a gasp. “Feels good” you murmur as you bring your hand up behind you and wrap it around his head, holding him closer against you so he doesn’t pull away. Max hums his appreciation into your skin and continues mouthing at the flesh and you’re about to turn around in his grasp and demand he take you upstairs to his bed when an all too familiar voice yells from the top of the stairs and you both jump apart from each other like you’ve just been electrocuted.

“Daddy?” Alistair’s voice rings out as you hear his light footsteps running down the stairs.

“Hey Buddy!” Max turns just in time as Alistair rounds the corner and he opens his arms wide for his son to run into; scooping him up to hold him to his chest. “How’d you sleep, huh?”

“Good, but I just missed you” Alistair replies with a sigh, his small fingers coming down to play with the collar of his dad’s shirt.

“Missed me? But you were asleep”

“I know, but I still missed’ed you when I was sleeping” the boy just shrugs.

’I can relate, kid’ you muse inwardly, but you wouldn’t say it out loud. To either of them.

“Well I missed you too my boy” Max promises, planting a kiss on Alistair's temple.

“Daddy?” Alistair’s tiny brow furrows like he’s thinking hard and Max frowns.

“What is it buddy?”

“When is Mommy coming home?”

Max heaves a sigh at the question. The question he’s been dreading for days now. Alistair hadn’t brought up his mother much, but Max knew he’d be missing her and it was bound to come up sooner than later.

Max pulls Alistair a little tighter against him in a hug and soothes a hand down the back of his head comfortingly. “I’m not sure son, but I know she misses you like crazy and she’ll come back as soon as she can, ok?”

“Ok” Alistair agrees sadly.

“But maybe we can call her this weekend ok?” he tries and the boy merely nods. “And you know what else?” Max continues, his voice lifting and Alistair raises his head at that.

“What?”

“I was thinking I could leave work early today and you and me go to the park and we’ll practice some of those cool new soccer moves you learned at school this week. Would you like that?”

“Really?!” Alistair's eyebrows raise comically high with how excited he is. “You promise?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die” Max says in a dramatically serious tone as he draws an ‘x’ over his chest with his finger, causing the boy in his arms to giggle.

“Nana, do you want to come to the park with us later? Daddy and I are gonna play soccer!” Alistair announces as if you weren’t standing right next to them and overhearing the entire conversation.

You want to. You really want to. You love seeing Max and Alistair get to spend time together. They’re so sweet together and Max can be so attentive when he has the time to focus on his son and you’ve never seen Alistair happier than in those precious moments with his Dad. But at the same time, you know it's important that they spend time alone with just the two of them as well. They rarely get any such time, other than sometimes bed time, because you are always there when Max has Alistair so as much as it pains you to do so, you politely decline.

“You know what buddy I would just love that, but I actually have some boring errands I need to run today so I have pass, but listen, raincheck, OK?”

“Rain check?” Alistair questions, turning his gaze to look out the window and you realize he’s checking the weather.

Cute kid.

“It just means we’ll do it another time” you explain and he takes a moment but eventually nods.

“Ok buddy,” Max sighs as he gently puts Alistair down on the ground before squatting down to be eye level with him.

“If I’m gonna come home early today I really have to get going now, OK? So you be good for Nana today and I’m gonna come home as soon as I can”

“Ok Daddy” Alistair agrees easily. Not that he’s ever much trouble anyway. You’d have to admit you got pretty lucky with this kid.

They exchange ‘I love you’s’ and Alistair presses a kiss to Max’s cheek when Max squeezes him in a hug and then he stands up straight again, turns towards you and tosses you a quick wink before he says goodbye and he’s out the door while you and Alistair wave after him from the kitchen window. Your free hand comes up to run absently across the plane of skin that Max had left a flurry of kisses on just moments ago and you shake your head, you need to get the memory out of your mind so you can actually be a functional human being today and Max has a way of completely unraveling you it seems. Once you hear the car pulling down the driveway you sigh and place your hands on your hips, telling Alistair to go upstairs and get dressed while you make his breakfast so you can get your days started.

You’re both secretly counting down the hours until you see Maxwell again.

…

True to his word, Max gets home in time to take Alistair to the park to play soccer. It’s after dinner time, but still a couple hours before the sun sets and Alistair is fully jumping up and down as he sees his father’s car pull up the driveway. He’d been sitting at the bottom of the staircase by the front door since he finished his dinner nearly an hour ago just waiting for his dad’s return and you prayed he would actually make it because you weren’t sure you were prepared to deal with the meltdown that might come from Alistair if he didn’t.

“Go wait in the car buddy, I’ll be right there” Max tells Alistair after they’d said their hello’s, and Alistair snatches up his soccer ball from the bottom of the stairs before he runs off down the driveway to eagerly buckle himself into the backseat.

“He’s been chomping at the bit” you laugh as you watch the boy jump and skip all the way down the driveway.

“I know, I tried to get home sooner, was he ok?”

“Yeah he was fine” you wave him off easily. “Just really excited to spend some time with you”

“Are you sure you don’t want to come? You can, you know. We both want you there” Max makes sure to emphasize that he wants to spend time with you as well.

“I’m sure” you sigh, smiling at Max before taking a step closer and grabbing for one of his hands, swinging it in yours between your two bodies. “You two need some time together”

“Maybe later, then?” Max asks hopefully, one eyebrow raising. “After Alistair goes to bed?”

“Hmmm, I think I could fit that into my schedule” you tease, smiling and Max grins back at you before he leans in. Your eyes close in anticipation as his mouth gets closer until you both jolt apart when you hear the long and loud honk of the car in the driveway. You suppress a giggle while Max hangs his head and sighs.

“I’m being beckoned” he says, pointing a thumb over his shoulder towards the 6 year old he knows is currently laying on the horn in the driveway.

“Don’t keep the young Master Lord waiting” you joke and Max chuckles but rolls his eyes playfully.

“I’ll see you later”

“Looking forward to it” you smile in return and then he’s gone out the door.

The boys are gone a good hour and a half and you manage to keep yourself fairly busy during that time. You tidy up the living room, put on a load of laundry, organize Alistair’s toy bins (something you’d been meaning to do for ages) and even have time to run the vacuum in yours and Alistair’s bedrooms before you hear the car pull up the driveway again. You watch them through the kitchen window, father and son, just being in goofy moods as they walk up the driveway. Alistair is jumping all over his dad and Max bends down and swoops Alistair up by the waist and swings him around like an airplane leaving the boy in an absolute fit of giggles as he’s spun around and around. By the time they reach the door Max is winded and Alistair is dizzy, falling unceremoniously into your arms the moment you swing the door open to greet them. Thankfully you catch him and bring him over to the bottom of the stairs to let him sit down until the room stops spinning for him.

“So I guess I don’t have to ask if you two had fun” you surmise as you glance back and forth to the two of them.

“I scored so many goals!” Alistair announces, a proud smile on his face.

“You did?”

“Yeah” Alistair shrugs and then stage whispers to you “Dad’s not very good”

“Hey” you hear Max grumble and you laugh. You didn’t expect Max to be much of an athlete anyway so you couldn’t say you were surprised.

“It’s ok Daddy, you can practice and then you’ll be better next time” Alistair comments cheerfully and that gets a laugh out of Max.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence son”

“Hey little man,” you begin, getting Alistair’s attention. “You’ve got 30 minutes before bedtime so why don’t you go put something on TV for a bit, ok?”

The boy quickly agrees and scampers down the hallway to the living room and you wait until he’s out of earshot until you turn back to Max.

“Everything ok?” Max asks when he notes the sympathetic expression that crosses over your features.

“Raquel called when you were out with Alistair. She didn’t say much, just that it was urgent and she needs you to call her right away”

“Oh” Max frowns. “Everything was fine when I left… Guess I should give her a call”

“Go ahead, I’ll keep Alistair occupied” you tell him, reaching out to touch his arm gently before you head down the hallway to the living room, leaving Max to tend to his business matters.

You weren’t sure what his assistant wanted but typically when she called him at home it was some type of emergency that usually dragged him back to his office, regardless of the hour. You hoped that wasn’t the case tonight. Him and Alistair were having a great time and you know the boy would be crushed if his dad leaves now, right before his bedtime but you don’t say anything to Alistair, just keep him company watching tv while his dad takes the phone call in the kitchen.

A few minutes go by until you look up and see Max leaning on the open door frame to the living room. Alistair hasn’t noticed him yet so when Max gestures to you with a nod of his head back toward the kitchen you get up from the couch and slip away unnoticed.

“Everything ok at work?” You ask once you and Max are alone in the kitchen.

“Well, not really” Max sighs, rubbing a hand through his hair; his telltale sign of stress.

“Do you have to go back to the office?”

“Not tonight” Max shakes his head and you’re relieved, at least momentarily.

“But… something else has come up”

“What is it?” You ask curiously.

“A potential investor we’ve been courting for a while, apparently they need some hand-holding and the board wants me to put some face-time in with him”

“Ok…” You’re not really sure why this is bad news yet.

“This investor, it could be huge for us, for me. We’ve been trying to get him for a while”

“Well that sounds like good news” you shrug. “Sounds like he’s close to making a commitment if they want you to go see him”

“Yes, it’s great news, actually. But the problem is he’s in London. And I’d need to fly out tomorrow so I’m there for Monday morning” Max sighs again, hand rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Oh…”

“Yeah. I mean, don’t worry, I told Raquel that my ex wife still isn’t back and it’s just not possible for me to go right now. I’ll call a shareholders meeting on Monday and just… I don’t know, make them understand” he shrugs and you frown.

“Max, you can’t… This is big, you need to do this”

“I have Alistair, I can’t” Max tosses his hands up. You can tell this is killing him.

“Max,” you sigh and take a step closer so you’re just inches apart. You place a hand on each of his forearms and wait for him to meet your gaze so you know he’s listening before you begin speaking again.

“You should go. I can handle Alistair. It’ll be what? A few days? It’s nothing”

“No, I can’t, I couldn’t ask you to-“ he begins to protest but you squeeze him a little harder and cut him off.

“You’re not asking me to, I’m volunteering. And it’s literally my job anyway. It’s not that different from during the week anyway. Alistair will be fine. We’ll be fine. You need to do this Max” you reason with him and he frowns slightly.

“Are you sure? This is a lot. With both me and his mother away, I don’t know, he could get upset, he could-“

“He’ll be fine Max. He’s a strong kid. Why don’t you talk to him tonight at bedtime and explain everything. He’ll be a little bit sad but you’ll be back before he knows it and you’ll bring him a present from the airport and he’ll be the happiest kid on earth again” you simply shrug and Max gives you a small smile.

“You really are an Angel, you know that?” Max tells you genuinely and you return his smile.

“I know, I know” you playfully roll your eyes. “Now go in there and see your son. He has ten more minutes until bedtime”

“Yes ma’am” Max agrees and as you drop your hands from his arms he reaches out to catch one of them, bringing it to his lips to place a quick kiss to it before he drops it and leaves you to go after his son.

You decide to leave the two boys to have the rest of their night together and you head to your own room, hoping that Max will come and see you once he’s put Alistair to bed. You don’t want to get your hopes up, you know he has to pack and probably has a lot to prepare before his flight tomorrow so you distract yourself by picking up the novel on your nightstand and getting comfortable in bed to just read and relax for a while. He did say earlier he was looking forward to spending time with you so you hope the impromptu business trip didn’t sour his mood too much.

Time ticks on and on and it’s well past Alistair’s bedtime when you finally make the decision to go in search of Max. You tie your robe around your waist before heading out of your bedroom because although Max might very well appreciate your current state of (un)dress of just a threadbare t-shirt and panties, you can’t run the risk of Alistair for some reason still being awake.

You head down the hallway and pad up the stairs to where both Alistair and Max’s bedrooms are. You pass Alistair’s first, the door is closed, no light under the door and you don’t hear a sound so you safely assume he is already asleep so you keep going a little further down the hallway. When you reach Max’s room the door is wide open and you peer in from the doorway to see Max seated on the side of his bed with his head hanging low and his face buried in his hands. You frown at the sight.

“Hey,” you call out as you knock softly on the open door and Max quickly raises his head to look at you.

“Oh, Angel, I’m sorry” Max quickly shakes his head. “I was going to come down I just,” he trails off, like he doesn’t want to talk about it and you quickly cross into the room to stand in front of him.

“Hey,” you try again, softer this time as your hand comes down to hold the side of his face and you instantly feel him lean into your touch.

“Look at me”

He does. He looks tired and… something else you don’t quite recognize on his features. You offer him a weak smile, brushing your thumb along his cheekbone.

“How’d it go with Alistair?”

“To be honest…” Max shrugs a little, looking away. “I think he’s having an easier time with it than I am”

“Told you he’d be fine, and I’m always right” you can’t help the little smirk that escapes you and you even manage a little huff of laughter out of Max with that.

“Is there something else?” You ask, moving your hand up now to push away some hair that’s fallen across his forehead.

“Yeah, after I put him down I called Sofia you know to, let her know,” he begins, speaking of his ex-wife. “She wasn’t thrilled at first that I’m leaving Alistair when she’s not here but she understands and she knows I trust you implicitly with him and she trusts me so… that was fine, eventually. But then we got to talking about when she might be home and well it’s… going to be a lot longer than she had initially thought”

“Oh,” you frown, already in the back of your mind feeling bad about how Alistair will react to this when he hears it. That’s likely what’s on Max’s mind as well and the reasoning behind the sudden sullen mood you’ve found him in. “Is it her mother still? Is everything OK?”

“It’s cancer, I guess” Max sighs, resigned. “They think it’s early and they can treat it but it means chemotherapy and a ton of doctors appointments for months and there’s no one else… Sofia doesn’t have any other siblings and her father passed away years ago so she’s all her mom has.”

“So she has to stay…” You surmise and Max gives a slight nod.

“She told me if I need to I can send Alistair there for a while but… that means pulling him out of school and for what? To give his mother an extra person to have to look after 24/7 and to let Alistair watch as his grandmother gets sicker and sicker in order to get better?” Max quickly shakes his head at the thought. He’d seen what chemotherapy patients go through before and he knows it’s not something a child should bear witness to if it can be avoided. “It’s just… God I don’t even want to say this out loud because I know how it sounds but… the timing couldn’t be worse”

You understand what he’s saying and you sympathize. His business is growing day by day and he’s already stretched so thin and to be a full-time single Dad on top of all of that… It’s a lot, even for Max, who seems to have more energy and perseverance than just about anyone else you’ve met before. You know he’s worried that he will constantly be letting his son down. He’s used to having his two weeks on, two weeks off so that on his off weeks he can work like an absolute madman to be able to afford a little more free time to spend with Alistair during his on weeks. But if he’s on all the time, well, something is going to fall to the wayside. Either his burgeoning business, or his relationship with his son. And for Max, it’s a catch-22 because he works as hard as he does because of his son. For his son. To give him the life he wants for him; the life he wanted for himself as a boy and never had.

“Come here,” you sigh, wrapping your hands around the back of Max’s head and pulling him forward so his head rests against your chest. You rest your chin on top of his head and your hands run softly through his hair to comfort him and you feel his shoulders start to relax simply from your touch before he brings his arms up to wrap around you and hold you close.

“I’m sorry” you whisper, and press a kiss to the top of his head. “We’re going to figure this out” you tell him and feel him squeeze you a little tighter; the ‘thank you’ not needing to be said out loud for you to hear it. You can feel it seeping out of him.

You stay like that for several minutes, Max’s head resting in your bosom and you gently playing with his hair, neither of you saying anything. You know nothing is getting solved tonight anyway and he doesn’t need the added stress so you just hold him, occasionally pressing kisses to his hair or the side of his head.

Eventually you pull away, just slightly, and silently pull on his hands to get him to stand up. When he does, you reach for the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head, tossing it to a nearby laundry hamper before placing both hands on his cheeks and lifting yourself up on your tiptoes to place a quick and chaste kiss to his lips.

“Go take a shower Maxwell” you whisper against his lips and he says nothing but nods dutifully and walks past you towards the ensuite; undoing his belt and pants along the way until he’s disappeared into the next room and you hear the water start up. It doesn’t go unnoticed by you that he leaves the door open behind him.

While Max busies himself undressing in the bathroom you head out of the bedroom all together and down the hall to Alistair’s room to quickly peek your head in and ensure the boy is sound asleep. Satisfied with that you head back to Max’s room and close and lock the bedroom door behind you - just in case - then go to his nightstand and make sure to set the alarm for an early enough time to ensure you’re awake and can be out of Max’s room in the morning before Alistair’s typical wake up time.

You take a breath, and then head after Max into the bathroom.

He’s already in the shower, leaning with one hand pressed to the tiles in front of him and head hung low so the hot spray beats down on the back of his neck and his shoulders, likely where he’s carrying most of his stress. You watch him quietly for another minute or so before finally slipping out of your robe and underclothes and pushing the sliding door open to step in behind him.

The minute you’re in the shower you simply wrap your arms around his chest and lean your head on his back and you feel his shoulders relax in your presence. He takes his free hand not holding him up and places it on top of yours, mindlessly rubbing his thumb back and forth across the back of one of your hands.

He lets the water continue to cascade over the two of you for another minute, allowing the steam to build up in the room before he straightens up and turns to face you, letting his hands rest on your waist. The moment he turns around you can’t help but let your gaze wander his whole body. This is the first time you’ve seen him completely bare from head to toe, you realize. He’s broad and strong in most places, but soft and pliable in others and it’s the perfect dichotomy. The duality of his body is just like the man himself, you muse inwardly.

His manhood hangs delicately between his legs, not completely soft but not raging with need, either. He’s certainly interested, that’s easy to see, but not looking like he’s about to throw you up against the tiles to have his way with you either. You’re glad, as you hadn’t meant this shower to be sexual or a quick romp, you just want him to relax and let go and with Maxwell you’ve learned that physical intimacy with him is a key way to achieve that.

When your eyes find their way back to his you notice he’s staring at you, too. His gaze is hungry as he takes in your wet body dwarfed by his larger frame and a blush creeps up your neck that you hope can easily be mistaken for the heat of the water on your skin as you give him a shy smile.

“Hi” he finally says, speaking for the first time in probably at least 15 minutes. A smile plays on his lips and you bring your hands up to wrap around his neck.

“Hi”

“You’re beautiful, Angel” he breathes into the small space between you, his hands absently running up and down your sides.

“Funny, I was going to tell you the same thing” you tell him honestly and now it’s his turn to blush.

And he is beautiful. You never thought a man could be pretty before, until you met Maxwell. He’s handsome too, sure, but when he’s vulnerable like this, in your arms, handsome isn’t what first comes to mind.

You unwrap your arms from his neck and reach over for the nearby bar of soap and then push on his shoulders to have him turn around before you begin washing him down. The small space fills up with the scent of his soap; something woodsy like pine trees and cedar and you breathe it in, letting it assault your senses. Once his back is done you turn him back to face you and give his front side the same treatment. His eyes are closed as you rub the soap bar in small circular motions over his shoulders, chest, stomach and legs. You don’t think he’d ever admit it but he seems to love being taken care of. You wonder idly what his childhood was like. Besides being poor, you knew that part, but was he never shown the love and care that he deserves? The kind that he strives his best to show Alistair? The way he works so hard to take care of every aspect of his life now, you can only assume it comes naturally to him from doing it for his entire life. You love that he seems to trust you enough with his most vulnerable side, a side no one else gets to see from him.

“On your knees, pretty boy” you say teasingly once you’ve finished washing all the soap from him. Maxwell raises one eyebrow but obeys and lowers himself down to his knees in front of you. He’s looking up at you, like he’s waiting for you to give him some kind of direction, but you don’t say anything. Instead you grab for the shampoo bottle and squeeze a small amount into your hands before you begin rubbing it into his hair, working up a rich lather and every so often raking your nails through his scalp.

His eyes have closed again and he lets out the occasional soft moan at your tender caresses and massaging as you continue to work the shampoo into his hair, making sure to reach every spot, behind his ears and the back of his neck. Once you’re satisfied you tip his chin up so his head leans back and is under the spray of the water again, the soap washing away from his head until it swirls down the drain and the water runs clear again.

“Good boy” you can’t help but praise him and the shudder that racks his body upon hearing your words doesn’t escape your notice.

“Come on,” You say, helping him up before reaching behind him to shut off the water. You both step out of the shower onto the bath mat and you grab two towels, handing Max one before wrapping one around yourself and quickly drying off. Once dried you slip back into your underwear and t-shirt and Max pulls on the clean boxers you had brought into the bathroom for him but forgoes his own t-shirt.

“Let’s go to bed” you tell him softly, taking both of your towels and tossing them into a basket before you wrap your fingers around his and lead him out of the bathroom and into the darkened bedroom. You crawl into the bed first and under the covers, shuffling back a bit to make room for him and Max climbs in after you, both of you lying on your sides to face each other; the only light emitted into the room being a sliver of moonlight coming in through the mostly closed blinds. Your hand reaches out to brush a wet lock of hair away from his forehead and behind his ear before it comes back to rest on his cheek.

Max’s hand tentatively reaches out for you as well, his coming to rest on the swell of your hip as he brushes his thumb back and forth and his gaze locks with yours.

“I don’t know how you do it, Angel” Max says thoughtfully and your brow furrows just slightly, not following.

“Do what?”

“Manage to make the whole world stop moving, for just a few minutes, exactly when I need it to” he confesses honestly and you hope the way your heart flip flops in your chest at his words isn’t evident on your face.

You let the compliment linger and settle into the space between you for a few moments before you finally speak.

“Well, clearly you missed that part on my resume under the ‘special skills and qualifications’ section” you tease and he chuckles, grateful for you that you don’t dwell on his vulnerable words for too long. You know how easily he can get uncomfortable when opening up and you always want him to feel safe with you. You press forward slightly then until your lips meet, soft and sweet but you pull away before it has a chance to escalate. You want Max to rest.

“Go to sleep baby” you whisper against his lips before placing one last peck to them.

“But, Ali-”

“Door’s locked, and I set an early alarm. I’ll be out of here before he wakes up, I promise” you cut him off and he smiles.

“You really do think of everything, don’t you?”

“Come here,” you say, holding your arms out and Max immediately snuggles into your embrace, wrapping himself around you as your hands wrap around the back of his head and his face nuzzles into your neck, breathing you in. Your hands roam the back of his head and down to his shoulders and upper back until you feel his breathing finally even out and you know he’s asleep. You turn on your back to get comfortable, Max now only partially draped over you and you love the warmth his body provides and feeling the weight of him on top of you.

You’re asleep in minutes.

You gently drift back into consciousness several hours later. Your positions seem to have shifted during the night because now you lay on your side facing away from Max with him spooning up behind you, holding you close to him as his hands absently caress your sides and stomach under your t-shirt. You can sense he’s awake. His breathing is uneven and a little hurried as he cuddles closer into you and you can feel the unmistakable hardness pressed into your lower back. You can tell he’s trying not to wake you; his touch barely ghosting over you, just needing to feel your skin under his fingertips and be close to you. A lazy smile spreads across your lips. You’re glad you stayed in his bed last night if it meant waking up like this.

“What time is it?” You mumble sleepily into your pillow.

“Oh, did I wake you Angel?” You can hear the pout on his lips, genuinely upset with himself. His hands still immediately and you instantly crave his touch again.

“No, but I should be so lucky to be woken up like this” you’re smiling now and you hope he can hear it in your voice as you reach your hands down to grab his and guide them to start moving again.

“It’s early” Max's mouth is suddenly at your ear as his nose nuzzles into the side of your face. “We have an hour until your alarm goes off” his breath is hot against your ear and you can’t help but push yourself backwards slightly further into his embrace. He groans when your backside presses up against him.

Max’s hand leaves your stomach to grab your shoulder that you’re lying on and turns you all the way over until you're face to face. It’s barely 6am so only the beginnings of sunlight seep in through the slats in the blinds of Max’s bedroom window, the room still mostly dark but with enough light that you can make out each other’s features. Gone is the stress and exhaustion that was evident on his face last night and all you see in Max’s eyes now is yearning, desire. He hauls you closer still until you’re practically nose to nose and then he closes the distance, mouth claiming yours in a kiss that steals all the oxygen from your lungs.

You’re making out for several minutes. Teeth and tongues and grasping hands as your lower bodies occasionally grind into each other. It’s hot, the way you’re content on just tasting each other for a little while, tongues exploring and the occasional moan and whimper passing through your lips as you anchor on to each other. At some point he rolls over top of you, one arm resting on the mattress to hold himself up so he’s not crushing you and the other caressing your upper body over your t-shirt.

It’s Max who breaks first, escalating your little kissing session by lowering a hand down to your thigh and pushing it up under your t-shirt until his hand is at your waist and his thumb rubs back and forth over your hip bone, dangerously close to wear he really wants to be touching you. He rips his mouth away from yours and brings it to your throat instead, moaning into it before latching on and sucking the flesh into his warm mouth.

“Mmmm, want you so fucking bad” He confesses, and proves it by thrusting his hips so you feel the hard length of his desire press into the inside of your thigh. “Angel…” he trails off as he lowers his hand inside of your underwear and seeks out your sex; his fingers meeting with your arousal when he presses them into your folds.

“Max,” you moan as your hips rise off the bed and push into the pressure of his hand. “Feels so good”

“Mmmm, fuck baby, take these off” he growls, taking his hand out of your underwear to hastily try to tug them off. You wiggle your hips, helping him get you out of them until he’s able to slip them all the way down your legs and they’re tossed off to some corner of the room without a second thought. His mouth melds with yours again as his hand goes back to fondling you.

“Max,” You breathe his name between kisses and he moves his mouth off of yours to trail down your jaw and to your throat instead.

“Mmmm?”

“Gonna be… awful lonely when we’re apart, don’t you think” you're breathless as you try and string a coherent sentence together and Max groans into your neck.

“Yes Angel”

“He’s gonna be lonely without me” you pout, bringing your hand down to gently squeeze Max through his boxers and he moans at your touch.

“Fuck”

“Will you touch yourself when we’re apart, baby?”

Max whines into the side of your face as your hand stokes him over the soft cotton. There’s a wet spot where you know his tip is positively leaking for you.

“Only if you want me to, Darling” Max breathes into your ear. Your touch has distracted him from kissing you and he can only rest his head against yours, his breaths coming out in short pants.

“Want to be so good for you” he confesses in a whine next and your breath stutters. Apparently you didn’t have to second-guess anymore if he really had been into your little dominant role-playing game.

Fuck he’s gorgeous when he’s completely at your will like this. You idly wonder how much you can get away.

“I know you do baby” You tell him, wrapping your fingers around his chin and pulling him closer to kiss you.

“I um… I had a thought…” You begin a little nervously and he raises his head enough to look you in the eye. He removes his hand from your sex and rubs it slowly up and down the outside of your thigh instead so he can give you more of his attention.

“What is it, Sweetheart?”

“I um… I wanna wait, to have sex. Until you get back”

“Oh…” Max’s shoulders drop slightly and he looks a little confused and understandably a little disappointed.

“I just think it would give us something both to look forward to… It could be fun and I don’t know, kind of sexy, don’t you think?” You raise a flirtatious brow at him.

“Just, knowing I’m here,” you begin, your voice a little more confident now as your hands wander up his naked chest and over his shoulders. “Waiting for you to come home to me, to make love to me for the first time,” you continue and Max moans, closing his eyes and simply nodding his head, like he’s incapable of forming words. His cock twitches against the inside of your thigh.

“If I’m missing you, and I get sad, I can think about that. Will make me feel so good again” you hum against his lips before pressing a kiss to them. “And you’ll think about me too, right baby?”

“Yes Angel, fuck, yes, ok. I want to wait for you, whatever you want”

You humm appreciatively. “Good. Now be a good boy Maxwell, and make me cum” you whisper against his lips and he shudders.

“Fuck” he grunts, looking down at you. “Thank you Angel” he says before his hand is back between your legs, gliding through your slick folds.

You feel like you could nearly cum just from hearing him thank you for allowing him to get you off. Where has Maxwell Lord been all your life?

“Wanna make you feel so good” Max whines into your throat as he plants soft kisses there. “Fuck you so good with my fingers”

“You’re so sweet to me, my beautiful boy” you praise him, bringing a hand up to run through his hair.

He growls in appreciation as his fingers continue his assault, alternating between rolling your clit between his fingertips and then shoving his digits inside of you.

“Slow baby, nice and slow” You warn him after a minute when he starts going a little too fast too quickly. You want this to last and at his pace you’re going to be falling apart in seconds if he keeps doing that. Your hand wraps around his wrist to slow his movements and he yields to your grip on his wrist and slows down, letting you guide him.

You’re directing his movements like a goddamn airport traffic controller. Waving him every which way, showing him exactly how you like you to be touched, how firm to press, when to speed up and when to slow down. You’re mewling and writhing beneath him, head rolled off into the side to muffle your tiny gasps and moans into the pillow as he pays deft attention to what you like and how to achieve it. It’s like he’s gotten fingering you down to an art form and you make sure to let him know how good he’s doing, whimpering and whining your praises towards him as you gently rock your hips into his hand.

“Oh, yes, show me what you like Angel, please, I want to see” he pushes himself up enough so he can kneel between your legs and look down to see exactly what he’s doing. His eyes are glued to your dripping sex as his hand works you over with your grasp still firm on his wrist. He brings his free hand up to push both your knees apart until they’re practically touching down on either side of the bed, you spread completely wide open for him and he has to bite his bottom lip.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” you tease but Max looks a little lost, unsure what you want him to do. You show him exactly what you mean when you regretfully pull his hand away from your own aching core and shove it inside his boxers so he can grab his own dick instead.

“Show me how you’re gonna fuck your hand when you miss me, baby” You instruct and it takes him a second but then he slowly starts pumping his cock, his eyes never leaving yours as you’ve got him in your trance now. “I wanna have a visual to think about when I touch myself while you're away” you confess and a wrecked groan leaves his lips.

“Are you going to think about me? Wish that was my hand wrapped around you?”

“Yes Angel, fuck” He lets out a harsh breath between his teeth before his free hand moves to shove his boxers down to his thighs so you can see just how crazy you drive him.

“Just like I’m gonna play with myself, imagine it’s your fingers” you hum before your first two fingers come down to lazily circle your clit. Max moans and his free hand comes down to grasp your inner thigh so hard you just know it’s going to be bruised tomorrow. You can feel the little crescent shapes of his fingernails digging into your flesh.

“And when I put my fingers inside, ohhhh” You let out a high pitched gasp as your fingers slide easily into your wet heat. It feels so good, you were so worked up already and playing this little cat and mouse game with Max is doing things to you that you never knew existed in you. “Oh, I’m gonna think about your cock filling me up instead baby”

Max grunts and has to stop pumping his cock, pausing to give it a quick squeeze instead to calm himself so he doesn’t come before you.

“My cock is all for you Angel” Max moans as he slowly starts tugging on his throbbing member again. He shuffles a little bit forward on his knees so that with each slide of his hand up and down his shaft it gets so close to you that the head of his dick occasionally bumps into the back of your hand that’s working your cunt.

“Oh fuck Maxie” you whine from beneath him. “Yes, tease me with your cock baby, show me how bad he wants this pussy”

“Want it so bad honey” Max groans. You can tell he’s losing it and you're grateful because so are you and you don’t know how much more you can take.

“Want to make you cum so bad” he whines, teetering on the edge of his own release and desperately trying to hold out.

You’re writhing beneath him now, your free hand has come down to work frantically at your clit while your other one pumps two fingers in and out as Max’s dick keeps hitting the back of your hand timed perfectly with the thrust of your own fingers.

“Oh fuck, Oh baby, oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” You’re seconds away from coming when Max abruptly knocks both your hands away, spreads your folds wide open to him and with a firm grip on his dick he brings it down to slap repeatedly against your clit, the head of his cock hitting that perfect spot over and over again against the bundle of nerves and you come with a scream. Max, thank god, has the wherewithal to take the hand not holding his dick and clamp it over your mouth when you do (because you’re pretty sure that scream was loud enough to wake the neighbors down the block - let alone the 6 year old across the hall).

“I need to cum. Oh fuck, oh baby, please can I cum” Max is positively wrecked above you, fucking into his own fist again with his eyes screwed shut and head tossed back and you hadn’t expected him asking permission of you like that so it takes you a second before your brain catches up and then you’re frantically nodding your head, moaning your permission into his hand that’s still over your mouth.

The moment he feels your head nod, Max’s hips stutter and a rich moan escapes his lips as hot ropes of his own release coat your mound and dribble down to your folds. The power he gives you over him is nearly enough to tip you over the edge again. Your cunt clenches around nothing as Max submits to you completely and you’re slowly rocking your hips into the mattress as Max’s hand releases from covering your mouth.

“Oh fuck, Sweetheart” Max is groaning as his grip milks the last drops of come from his cock. “Oh shit, mmmm” he brings his gaze back down to where he’s made a mess of you and his free hand comes to your center, swiping his digits through his own release before sliding them down to mix with yours, pushing through your lower lips. His other hand is still lazily pumping his cock and you're impressed by his stamina, still hard in his own hand.

“Do we look good together baby?” You ask breathlessly as Max continues rubbing your pussy with your combined releases, occasionally letting his cum soaked digits sink in and out of your hole. He’s watching you like somehow if he were to stop you might just disappear all together. He can’t take his eyes off where he continues to spread the remains of your coupling.

“So good Honey” Max moans. You’re so oversensitive you’re trying not to jerk your hips off the bed with every brush of his fingers against your fluttering hole. Max wanting to continue to touch you after climaxing seems to be becoming a trend, you realize, and you want to let him take from you as much as he gives. You’ve never had a partner come even close to the level of intimacy that Max explores with you.

You feel so close to him that your chest actually aches with it.

“Can I clean you up, Sweetheart?” Max asks, large brown eyes seeping into your very soul with his puppy dogged expression.

“Of course you can baby” you smile easily, bringing a hand up to brush over his cheek and he moves his face to kiss your palm before he lowers himself between your legs and starts licking into you with broad heavy strokes of his tongue, moaning into your cunt when he tastes the heady blend of your orgasms.

“Oh…” you whine gently, your hands coming down to play with Max’s hair. “Oh, mmmm, baby.” Your hips begin gently rocking into Max’s face as he continues to lick into you.

You're undeniably turned on by him in this moment. Most men are such babies when it comes to their own cum, immediately making you brush your teeth after you have them in your mouth, or tossing a towel at you to clean yourself up with if they make a mess of you. Max however continues to surprise you, like when you're in bed together he exists only to please you and it's incredibly arousing, even in your post-orgasmic state.

“Fuck that’s nice” you manage and Max hums into your folds before he brings a hand up to part you open a little wider for him and moves his mouth to gently suck your clit into mouth.

“Oh shit!” Your hips jerk at the action. You hadn’t really meant for this to become a round two but apparently your body and Max’s mouth have minds of their own and suddenly he’s groaning into you.

“Please Angel,” Max pleads between kisses and suckles and licks. “Let me make you cum again”

He doesn't wait for an answer, instead just starts eating you out in earnest. The tip of his tongue swirls your clit before he gently sucks it again and then his mouth goes back to licking you everywhere at once, his tongue lathing over you and even prodding at your entrance which sends another wave of pleasure skyrocketing through you and your gentle moans and whimpers encourage him to keep going.

“Yes, Oh Max, fuck. Yes, yes, baby please” You're fully riding Max’s face now, your fingers an iron grip in his hair as you tug him impossibly closer and Max seems to be thriving on it. He buries his face even further into your cunt and feasts on you like a man starved and you’re his last meal. His hands are on either of your thighs, keeping you spread open for him as he licks you over, again and again and again; your writhing beneath him spurring his movements.

“Oh my God, oh yes, Oh Max, please please please” you beg wantonly. Your toes are curled, your stomach is in knots and there’s a pressure building deep inside you that’s making you feel like you’re about to explode. You’re so close, you’re not sure you’ve ever needed to cum so hard in your life and Max is working extra diligently to get you there; doubling his efforts when he hears your cries from above him. He tongues your clit, flicking his muscle relentlessly back and forth before sucking your pearl into his mouth and groaning deeply with his efforts and the dam breaks. Your resolve crumbles and the flood gates open as you thrust against his mouth over and over, his name leaving your lips repeatedly like a whispered prayer as he coaxes you through your orgasm with his unforgiving mouth.

“Oh my God, Max…” your whole body is heaving as Max continues to slowly lick into you, cleaning you up all over again as he’s made another mess. “Fuck”

"Baby you taste like heaven" Max mumbles into your trembling core before peppering little kisses all over the insides of your thighs.

“Come here, my perfect beautiful boy” You finally say after a few long moments pass. Your hands leave his hair and you tap his shoulders instead to get his attention and he finally looks up at you, eyes soft with a look of pure adoration for you. Max obeys, crawling up your body and then brings his weight down on top of you and you wrap your arms around his shoulders to hold him close. His cock has mostly softened but it twitches when it happens to land right in between your legs and you can’t help but moan, still oversensitive, and lift your hips just slightly until his member nestles perfectly into your folds, resting just outside of your entrance. If you had more than ten minutes or so before Alistair would be up you’d be very much tempted to forget your whole notion of waiting for sex and have Max take you right now. The way his cock lightly throbs against you in interest tells you you're not the only one who feels that way.

“I think they can’t wait to meet each other” Max jokes, thrusting just slightly to emphasize what he’s talking about and you sputter out a laugh at his unexpected playfulness.

“I like hearing your laugh” Max admits and you can feel his cheeks smiling against your face.

“I like you, Maxwell Lord” you tell him earnestly, pulling his face back so you can place a quick kiss to his lips.

“I like you too,” he admits as he whispers your name into the stillness of the room.

Fuck, you might even love him.

Next chapter

Tagging my Maxwell girlies @boliv-jenta @suzdin @prolix-yuy @heavennumber2 @macabremads . I swear I'll give you sex in the next chapter 😂, I'm sorry.

[somekidnamedkai]

hellooooo I would like to February 1- Making homemade chocolate for vil schoenheit with mc fem if possible, thanks:))

February 1st - Making Homemade Chocolate

Authors Note: This was my first time writing a full fic in a while, so I apologize if it’s not as good as you hoped. Also, I love Vil so I’m glad he got to start off my Valentine Fics.

Characters: Vil Schoenheit

Warnings: None.

F!Reader

This is all Trey's fault, yup. He’s the one who gave you the recipe but no extra comment or help. Now here you were in the Ramshackle kitchen, cocoa powder all over the counter, and milk spilled on the floor. It was a mess there. You just wanted to give your boyfriend a thoughtful gift today. It was Valentine's day, after all. He spoiled you today with flowers, teddy bears, and kisses. And you wanted to give him something big as well, even though you had no money.

You looked over at the few chocolates that were in the heart molds. The only ones good enough to give to your beautiful and perfect boyfriend, Vil Schoenheit.

You sighed in defeat and began to clean up the kitchen when there was a knock at the door. “I’ll be right there, Vil!” At least it should’ve been Vil. Who else would it be? You threw the paper towel in the trash and took the handful of chocolates and put them in a little valentine's bag, and ran to open the door.

As expected, it was the Pomefiore dorm leader who stood on the other side of the door. He walked inside as you handed over the bag of chocolate. “Happy Valentine's Day, Vil. I made you chocolate. Sorry, there’s not much, I sort of made a mess and most of them got messed up, so they wouldn’t be any good, and you deserve the-“ You were cut off by Vil kissing you.

“Thank you, Sweetheart,” Vil told you as he opened the bag and popped one of the heart-shaped candies in his mouth. Your boyfriend smiled warmly as he felt the chocolate melt on his tongue. He looked over to the kitchen, which was still a mess, even after you attempted cleaning. “They’re delicious,” Vil spoke again before kissing your forehead. “What a mess..” He chuckled.

A breath you didn't realize you were holding escaped and laughed along with Vil. “I tried cleaning up, but you got here while I was in the middle of it,” You explained to Vil as he pulled you into him and kissed your forehead again. “Let me put the leftover ingredients away, and we can cuddle and talk about stuff.”

Vil followed right behind you, “How about we make some more chocolate? You still have everything out,” the Pomefiore dorm leader suggested, and you nodded in agreement, "I'd love to, Vil.”

You grabbed a mop and mopped up the milk powder on the floor. Vil read the paper and began to measure out the ingredients. “Happy Valentine's Day, Sweetheart,” Vil told you as he kissed you again. And again, and then one more time.

“Vil, that's probably the third time you told me today,” You said laughing as you kissed Vil on his cheek. This man has spoiled you with presents and kisses all day and he still hasn’t stopped.

Vil pulled you closer and grabbed your hand as he poured the cocoa powder into the bowl, his eyes never leaving yours. “I know. And I’m going to tell you at least ten more times because I love you oh so much and I love being your valentine because I get to spoil you as much as I want. Also, you told me happy Valentine's Day when I got here, so I’m just returning the favor.”

Your boyfriend kissed you on your cheek and then on your lips. “Now, We are making chocolate,” He told you as he grabbed the milk powder and poured it with the cocoa. You chuckled as you looked over the recipe and began to help Vil.

“Once you’re done mixing that, mix it in once the coconut oil is melted and I mix the sugar in.” Vil nodded in response before he responded, “Okay, my love. You’re the boss.”

The two of you were like a team, Vil poured the cocoa and milk powder while you stirred and folded it into the mixture. You poured the chocolate extract in and finished mixing. “Done. Now pour the mix into the mold. Gently shake and tap the mold to make sure there aren’t any bubbles, Vil,” you told Vil as he nodded. You two poured all of the chocolate into the molds and put them in the refrigerator to set. The both of you let out a breath and leaned against the counter, “Have fun?” You chuckled as Vil leaned into you.

“I always have fun when I’m with you,” Vil said as he kissed you softly and rested his forehead against yours. “Happy valentines day, beautiful. Thank you for being my girlfriend.”

“You’re welcome, Vil. I love you.”

[tiffanymichaels]

Slathered in oil

Are y’all ready for another erotic dream?

I had a dream that a man knocked on my door. I was sleepy, but I felt like even if I couldn’t bring my best, I was horny enough that it didn’t really matter to me. He was so handsome, and I was looking forward to spending 3 hours with him. He walked in, saw that I was wearing nothing but a white robe, and said “Wow.”

“Hello mister, you’re looking especially handsome today”

“You look amazing in that robe.”

“Thank you. It’s been too long”

He pulled me in for passionate kisses. Freshly minted breath. Mmmm.

He excused himself to shower, and he took his time, giving me time to make myself cum a few times before our fun began. When I heard the shower turn off, I took my time stretching and putting on an outfit I knew he would love. Athletic shorts and a requested giant T-shirt.

I sipped my water while I waited for him to ensure he was perfect for me. This dream brought me such a good boy.

He emerged wearing his clothes - he likes me to take them off, and I like to watch him strip down knowing he’s clean and ready for me to kiss from head to toe.

He grabbed the coconut oil from his bag, and put it on the nightstand before laying down with me. “Can we cuddle?”

“Yes, please”

He laid down next to me, asked me to face him. I held his head in my arms and he caressed my body as we kissed. “Teach me how to kiss, Ms. Michaels”

So I did.

“Move close to my face, and open your mouth slightly. Push your lips out a little. Touch my lips with yours. Good boy. Now you’re going to open your mouth a little more and let your tongue slip out. You’re a fast learner. Now let my tongue explore your mouth, and let our tongues swirl around together. You’re an amazing student.”

“You’re a good teacher. What else do you want me to do?”

“I want you to kiss my breast.” He did, and I continued “the wonderful thing is that once you know how to kiss lips, you know how to kiss anywhere. Kissing, licking, sucking, just like you did to my lips, I want you to do to my breast. Good good boy.”

He took his shirt off after a while, and then asked me to get on top of him.

I did, and then I stuck my tongue out for him to suck on. His moans were like ecstasy. He looked up at me and asked what I knew he’d been dying to. “Do you think we can both squeeze in that shirt?”

“I think I can squeeze you in… ;) I’m not really sure what you have in mind here, but I’m excited to find out.”

He sat up and I pulled my shirt up over his head, and he paused to rub his face against my boobs.

“Do you think my head will fit through with yours?”

“Yeah I think so, here.” I pulled the shirt down over his head, and he leaned forward so I could pull it down his back. He slipped his arms through the arm holes, and there we were, sharing a shirt, kissing and rubbing against one another, both moaning at the feeling. It really was sensational.

After a while, we removed the shirt, and he kissed my boobs while I moved my hands up and down his chest, occasionally leaning down to offer him my tongue.

“I want you to kiss me with as much wetness as when you suck my dick.”

I did just that, and I sucked on his tongue as if I was giving him head, letting my saliva run down the length of it while I heard him moan into my mouth. As the dream continued he took back over and started sucking my tongue, asking me to stick it out as far as I could.

It was time for oil, and we both removed our shorts in preparation. “This is liquid love right now, so we have to be careful” he said as he took the lid off from the completely melted coconut oil.

He was anything but careful. He let it pour all over his dick, heaps of it, and I slid my hands through the oil and pulled it up onto his chest. I rubbed his balls and his shaft, and he asked me to get on top of him.

I climbed up and positioned his dick on my tummy as I kissed him and began grinding my tummy across his hard oily cock. “Let’s put some of this on your breasts”

“Yes sir.” He took the oil and poured it onto my boobs as I moaned at the sensation. “I love when we’re covered in oil”

We kissed passionately, and I moved my boobs onto his cock and let it slide gently between them.

“You’re so beautiful”

“Mmmm. You’re beautiful” and he was. Vulnerable, turned on, covered in oil, willing to explore his fantasies with me. Beautiful.

He continued like that for a while, massaging and kissing one another, sucking each others tongues, and then he asked if we could put a condom on.

“Don’t mind if we do.” We put the condom on his shaft, and I climbed on top and began to ride him hard and fast while we locked eyes.

“I want to be behind you”

I moved to the edge of the bed and bent over it while he slid in from behind. He fucked me hard and deep until he came.

I removed his condom, then excused myself to freshen up a bit. I returned several minutes later with a warm wash cloth.

“I hadn’t realized how tired I was.” He said when I crawled back into bed next to him.

“Oh me too.”

“I worked for 12 hours today. I haven’t eaten anything.”

“I have a protein drink, it’ll give you some energy.”

I brought it out, but he just set it on the table. As if I’m letting him get away with that, but we will table it for now.

I pulled him into my arms and laid back on several pillows, cuddling facing one another while he rested against my breasts. I ran my hands through his hair and gently rubbed his back. We laid there for a long time in silence while the music played, not quite sleeping, but both deeply relaxed. Occasionally kissing each other softly, and then laying face to face with our eyes closed. It was a wonderful meditative time. I welcomed the energy, cuz gosh this was a sleepy dream. Absolutely perfect.

Eventually he excused himself to use the bathroom, and I told him when he gets back we are splitting my protein drink. We did, and then we used mouthwash before we covered each other in more oil.

We laid in a spooning cuddle, and I rubbed his dick against my butt cheek while we moaned and filled ourselves with the pleasure of touch.

After a while, I sat on top of him grinding against his tummy while I held my hands behind my back rubbing his cock up and down against my butt cheek with one hand and cupping his balls with the other.

“Yes, use both hands. Oh my god you’re going to make me cum.”

“Do it. Cum for me, yes. I want to feel your juices on my finger tips, please cum for me.”

And he did. Such a good boy. Such a good dream.

I excused myself and brought another washcloth.

He laid there, spent and relaxed. “I didn’t know that was possible. I experienced something so new”

I sat on the bed and giggled, “you and me both! I like exploring new things with you.”

We still had time to spend together, but he was getting a headache. I gave him some ibuprofen, and he said he was going to get some food and sleep. He excused himself to shower, and I gathered his clothes from across the room to make it easier for him to get dressed.

I have very lucid dreams, so when he came back out I was already thinking about how to write this experience out, but I looked up and gave him my full attention.

“You really are so handsome.” I laid on my tummy across the bed and watched him dress.

“You’re gorgeous.”

“I hope you feel better.”

“The shower helped a bit.”

He took his time getting dressed and packing up his oil while he told me about a show he’s watching, which happens to be one of my favorite shows. I told him that the books pale in comparison to the show, and I was filled with excitement for him when he told me where in the show he was at. He’s in for so many twists and turns, this dream boy.

He recommended that I read red rising, and it’s not the first time I’ve been recommended to do so. I think it’s time I listen to my dreams and check the book out!

And that was my dream. I sent him on his way with water and well wishes, and then I woke up to find myself utterly satisfied, and still so sleepy.

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Tasting Miller Squad can you describe when you kiss them inevitably their tongues are going to be in contact into yours can you describe what flavor they are I Don't mind NSFW the smutier the better I'm lusting over Jackson right now and Barry thank you 😘

I tried to be creative and not just put cigarettes or cigars lol 😅

Miller's squad: how their kisses taste

slight nsfw? not really but it is something

John Miller: I feel like he would taste like coffee, sometimes it tastes like an espresso or an americano or it could taste like warm bitter black coffee depending on whatever. However, some kisses taste better than others.

Mike Horvath: Some type of alcohol, maybe a bit of whisky, the fancy type. it has a special after taste to it that I can't really describe and no not in a bad way.

Daniel Jackson: salted caramel, it's sweet with a tiny sting of bitterness to it. The sweetness comes from how gently he hold you but the rougher and into it he gets the more saltier it tastes (and I mean that in a good way 'cause I personally like salt lol).

Richard Reiben: I don't know what but something more bitter, probably like warm, dark, melted chocolate. The warmness from his mouth, the melted part from the spit, and the dark chocolate from all the cigars he smokes probably doesn't taste like chocolate but we can pretend).

Irwin Wade: like berries and summer rain. He puts a lot of effort in his kisses, almost like he's afraid of losing you. He seems so sad all the time so that's probably where you can feel the taste of the summer rain but since he just adores you so much you can taste the feeling of eating strawberries on a lukewarm summer evening with no bother in the world.

Stanley Mellish: His kisses taste like mint, probably from all the gum he chews but he also just has that minty vibe to it. Cool and fresh.

Timothy Upham: newly picked coconuts. It's sweet but not TOO sweet, you know? But also depends on the season and where you decide to pick it. So sweet and innocent in a way but not to sweet that makes you want to throw up.

Adrian Caparzo I was going to but coffee for him also but I think black tea suits him more. It's not as sweet as other teas and it has a bitter kick to it and I think that suits him. (Yes I know i'm so creative).

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National Chocolate Cake Day 

Indulge in this delectable cocoa-based dessert, make the original pioneering recipe or put a modern twist on this classic by adding flavors like matcha.

There before you is the ultimate in birthday confections, a rich and luxurious chocolate cake with rich strawberry filling, you know it’s going to be a good day. Maybe you’re just coming into work, and some thoughtful soul has laid out a tray of chocolate cupcakes, each with their own design and one waiting for your mouth to wrap lovingly around it and fade away on a cocoa fueled holiday. However you like your chocolate cake, National Chocolate Cake Day gives you an excuse to indulge as deeply as you’d like!

History of National Chocolate Cake Day

Chocolate cake has been with us just over 150 years, having first come on the scene in 1764, when it was discovered that grinding cocoa beans between heavy stones produced cocoa powder, which could then become chocolate. 60 years would pass before Conrad Van Houten discovered a method by which he could mechanically extract fat from the cacao liquor which produced cacao butter. Long story short, this man is the reason that chocolate is actually affordable, and we all have him to thank for it!

From this point forward the types of cake and techniques involved in making them just kept expanding, so there are dozens of kinds of cake on top of the original ‘traditional’ chocolate cake. From the Black Forest cake with its cherries to the German Chocolate Cake with its rich coconut pecan frosting, new types are being invented all the time, and chocolate still reigns as King.

In the early days, people didn’t consume chocolate as a solid snack we do today in the form of bars or cakes. During the era of the 1830s and 1840s, it was primarily a drink that you mixed with water. Furthermore, it wasn’t even sweet. The original chocolate drinkers would often make up a savory, almost bitter beverage that they would typically consume early in the morning.

The first verifiable recipe for chocolate cake appeared in Eliza Leslie’s 1847 cookbook. The actual formula, however, wasn’t quite what we’d recognize as a chocolate cake today. Leslie’s recipe called for chopped pieces of chocolate inserted into a plain sponge, instead of adding cocoa powder to the mix itself. You can imagine, though, how delicious this thing would have tasted. There would have been tiny chunks of melted chocolate throughout its core, providing a melt-in-the-mouth experience people would still very much enjoy today.

Over the years, authors and cooks such as Maria Parloa added their own twists on the chocolate cake. They began incorporating all of the trappings of the modern version we’d recognize today. First came the frosting, followed by the inclusion of de-fatted cocoa powder into the batter mix. After that came a range of chocolatey fillings, designed to make the dessert even more delightful.

By the 1920s, the humble chocolate cake had become mainstream, and manufacturers began to sell the recipe outright. O. Duff and Sons released the first boxed chocolate cake, ready to eat – no baking required. And in 1947, Betty Crocker released a pre-made chocolate cake mix. Ultimately, making chocolate cake became more straightforward. Almost anyone could do it, even if they lacked experience in the kitchen.

Chocolate cake became a part of the culture increasingly throughout the late twentieth century and early 21st, leading to the development of National Chocolate Cake Day. This particular day was designed as an opportunity for chocolate and cake lovers to pay homage to this chance invention. Remember, it was only with the discovery that sweetening chocolate created a delicious dish that we even have this most beloved of desserts.

National Chocolate Cake Day Timeline

1764 Cocoa beans are ground between stones to make chocolate

Dr. James Baker financially backs the production of grinding cocoa beans to make chocolate, which would eventually become an important ingredient in chocolate cake. This is the beginning of the company still known as Baker’s chocolate.

1847 First recipe for chocolate cake is printed

The Ladies Receipt Book by Eliza Leslie (of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA) is the first to print a recipe for chocolate cake. While other cakes containing chocolate were referred to or known of previously, this is the first recorded recipe for the public.

1948 Pilsbury launches first boxed chocolate cake mix

Motivated by making life easier for women in the kitchen, the idea for a powdered cake mix comes in the 1930s, but is set aside for a time due to WWII. It is picked up again after the war and Pilsbury is one of many companies trying to market the product.

1957 First published recipe for German Chocolate Cake appears

Created in the United States using the “German’s” brand of chocolate, this cake covered in coconut-caramel frosting is featured in the Dallas Morning Star newspaper.

1967 First Ding Dongs are produced

Making little chocolate cakes accessible to just about anyone, even on the go, Hostess Brands supplies North America with these little cream filled, chocolate covered cakes. About the size of hockey pucks (but a bit taller), in Canada they are known as King Dons.

How to celebrate National Chocolate Cake Day

The way to celebrate National Chocolate Cake Day is deliciously simple and perfect. 

Throughout your day, incorporate as many types of chocolate cake as you can! Take chocolate cake batter and use it to make chocolate pancakes in the morning, topped with caramel syrup and whipped cream. Use the rest of the batter to produce chocolate cupcakes, place a strawberry in the center of each one and take them to work to share with your workmates.

Then when you get home, go ahead and go all out and serve yourself up a big old slice of chocolate cake for dessert, and then eat it first. After all, when it comes to dessert you really shouldn’t wait, who knows what could happen during dinner! National Chocolate Cake Day is all about this delicious treat, so don’t make yourself shirk one opportunity to wrap your lips around another delectable bite of these cocoa-rich concoctions!

Don’t forget, though; National Chocolate Cake Day is an opportunity for you to be adventurous. You don’t have to stick with today’s boxed cakes or even modern recipes. What about digging out Eliza Leslie’s original 1847 cookbook and trying the very first official chocolate cake for yourself? You can relive the experience of the early pioneers of the art, experiencing the cakes that they enjoyed at the dawn of the chocolate cake era.

Another idea is to make a super contemporary chocolate cake that includes state-of-the-art flavor fusions. You could try all sorts of combinations, everything from matcha to pistachio. National Chocolate Cake Day is a chance for you to experiment with exciting chocolate twists. Then, once you’re finished in the kitchen, you can serve your creations to your friends to see what they think. Just be prepared for some honest feedback! Everyone has their own idea of how the perfect chocolate cake should taste.

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Mouthwatering Thai Street Foods You Need to Try

Thai food is one of the most addictive cuisines and if you have not tried any Thai street food yet, you are missing out on something incredible. So we were in Bangkok last month for a conference and had enough time in hand to try some delicious street food.

In this blog we have curated a list of some of our favourite Thai foods. And if you are visiting Thailand anytime soon, we suggest you try a couple of these dishes at least.

You are going to thank us later.

Som Tam (Green Papaya Salad)

Okay so let's start with something delicious as well as healthy. Imagine the perfect balance of sweet, sour, spicy and salty flavours dancing on your tongue.

Well, Som Tam contains shredded green papaya, peanuts, tomatoes, and a tangy dressing that really packs a punch.

Where to eat Just head to Som Tam Jay So in Bangkok's Silom area.

Pad Thai

Here is a delicious food made with very simple ingredients. Pad Thai is made using stir-fried rice noodles tossed with eggs, tofu, dried shrimp, and a sweet-savory sauce.

Where to eat Thipsamai in Bangkok's Old City serves what many consider the Best Street Food Bangkok has to offer. Their Pad Thai arrives wrapped in a thin egg omelet.

Tom Yum Goong

Hot, sour, and absolutely soul-warming, this authentic soup combines fragrant lemongrass, kaffir lime leaves, and juicy prawns. Your mouth will thank you.

Where to eat P'Aor in Bangkok's Phetchaburi area serves a rich, creamy version that's become legendary among locals and tourists alike.

Green Curry (Gaeng Keow Wan)

Among the most beloved Thailand food dishes, this curry holds a special place in every food lover's heart. This coconut-based curry combines tender chicken with sweet basil and Thai eggplants.

Where to eat Bangkok's Or Tor Kor Market hosts several vendors serving authentic green curry.

Mango Sticky Rice (Khao Niew Ma Muang)

Sweet, ripe mangoes paired with perfectly cooked sticky rice and creamy coconut sauce. Could dessert get any better? This heavenly combination proves sometimes simple is best.

Where to eat Try the famous mango sticky rice at Mae Varee, located near Thong Lo BTS station.

Boat Noodles (Kuay Teow Reua)

These tiny bowls pack massive flavor. Rich pork or beef broth, rice noodles, and a medley of spices create a dish that tells stories of Thailand's floating markets.

Where to eat Victory Monument area hosts several boat noodle alley vendors competing for the title of the best bowl.

Grilled Pork Skewers (Moo Ping)

Marinated in a sweet and savory sauce, these juicy pork skewers are the perfect breakfast or late-night snack. They're especially delicious with sticky rice.

Where to eat Seek out the famous vendor at Soi Convent in Silom, known for perfectly charred edges.

Papaya Salad with Grilled Chicken (Som Tam Gai Yang)

This dynamic duo represents the perfect marriage of flavors. Spicy som tam paired with smoky, tender grilled chicken creates an unforgettable meal.

Where to eat Som Tam Nua in Siam Square serves this classic combination with consistent quality.

Thai Iced Tea (Cha Yen)

Strong black tea mixed with sweet condensed milk and served over ice. It's the perfect antidote to Thailand's tropical heat.

Where to eat Any street vendor will do, but Cha Tra Mue at Terminal 21 mall makes an exceptionally good version.

Crispy Mussel Pancake (Hoy Tod)

Imagine crispy, eggy batter filled with plump mussels or oysters. This street food favorite offers the perfect combination of textures and flavors.

Where to eat Nai Mong Hoy Tod in Chinatown serves what many consider the best version in Bangkok.

Pork Leg Rice (Khao Kha Moo)

Tender, slow-cooked pork leg served over rice with a boiled egg and pickled greens. This comfort food dish will make you forget all your worries.

Where to eat The famous "Cowgirl" stall at Victory Monument serves melt-in-your-mouth pork leg.

Thai Fish Cakes (Tod Mun Pla)

Bouncy, flavorful fish cakes seasoned with red curry paste and kaffir lime leaves. They're best enjoyed with sweet chili sauce and cucumber relish.

Where to eat Or Tor Kor Market's fish cake vendors serve some of the freshest versions you'll find.

Coconut Ice Cream (I-Tim Kati)

This creamy dessert is served in a coconut shell with various toppings like sweet corn, peanuts, and sticky rice. This is the perfect tropical desert and you should not miss it.

Where to eat The famous coconut ice cream cart at Chatuchak Weekend Market never disappoints.

Morning Glory Stir Fry (Pad Pak Bung)

These are basically crunchy morning glory stems stir-fried with garlic, chillies and oyster sauce. This simple vegetable dish is very popular and compliments richer non vegetarian dishes.

Where to eat Any street-side vendor specializing in wok-fried dishes will serve a good version.

Tips for Enjoying Street Food in Thailand

While looking for street foods, always look for the busy stalls with more local customers. The locals show where the good food is.

If you don't speak Thai, just point and smile. The vendors appreciate your interest and will help you order.

Please carry small bills and change as most vendors do not accept cards.

If you are having Thai cuisine for the first time, start mild and slowly work your way up with spicy dishes. The Thai spice level can be intense for newcomers.

While visiting the vendors, remember that morning vendors often serve different dishes than evening vendors and you must explore them both.

Final Thoughts

So are you ready to try something unique? These Thai street food will surely be a fresh and enriching experience for you.

And if you are melting from that spicy food, do yourself a favour and grab a pouch of cold milk. It's a proven theory!

Local Thai Food Guide Visiting Thailand in the coming months? Check out these delicious must-try street foods.

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Short Sundresses and Melted Ice Cream (Danger Ehren x Reader) [Fluff]

Thank you to the anonymous requester! It was never specified if they wanted this to be plus sized reader or not so I made the descriptions of the readers body very vague! This is just a short little fluffy drabble.

Description: Your boyfriend, Ehren, decides you take you out on an ice cream date so the two of you can enjoy the summer weather; you wear a short little dress and share your ice cream with him, and Ehren just can’t stop swooning over you.

Warnings: Female Reader, besides that none :) this is just tooth-rotting fluff!

“I can’t believe you’re wearing sunscreen when we’re not even at the beach.” Ehren pulled his car into an empty parking space and shook his head at you, eyeing the bottle of sunscreen you’d been holding as you applied it to your face in the car mirror. You rolled your eyes playfully as you took some of the sunscreen and began applying it to your neck. “The sun is always in the sky, Ehren, not just when we’re at the beach. Excuse me for not wanting to get skin cancer!” Ehren grinned and leaned over, snatching the bottle from you. “Skin cancer? Well that’s all the convincing I need, let me get some of that.” You laughed, helpfully leaning over to help him apply it to his face, and then gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Now you smell like coconut.” He blushed, unbuckling his seat belt to get out and open your car door for you. “Is that a good thing?” You gave him another kiss as you stepped out, this time on the lips. “Wouldn’t be kissing you if it wasn’t.”

Ehren closed the car door behind you and quickly held your hand, weaving his fingers through yours and smiling at you adoringly. “You look beautiful.” You looked away, flustered. You’d chosen to wear a short sundress and some nice shoes for your date with Ehren; he was a sucker for seeing you in short dresses, which was part of the reason you’d chosen to wear it in the first place. “You’re too sweet. And you look very handsome, if I may say so, Mr. McGhehey.” Ehren rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand as he looked around for the ice cream shop, pointing to it excitedly when he saw it. “There it is! They’ve got the best flavors here, baby, you’re gonna love it.” He pulled you towards the little store, and the two of you went inside, a little bell jingling as you opened the door. It was a cute 50s themed ice cream shop, with tons of flavors and several types of cones and bowls to choose from. Ehren ordered an ice cream sundae, while you ordered your favorite flavor in a cone, and then the two of you went outside to sit at one of the tables and eat.

Ehren pulled out your chair for you before walking around the table to get to his own, and you smoothed down the skirt of your sundress as you sat down. It was so hot outside that your ice cream cone was already starting to melt, so you quickly started licking up the drips from the sides as Ehren dug into his sundae with a spoon. His ice cream was starting to melt too, although that was probably due to the hot fudge on top. Ehren side-eyed you as you took a small bite from the cone, and you looked up at him and raised your eyebrows. “Need something, Ehren?” He grinned awkwardly and shook his head. “I kinda wish I’d gotten a cone now, that looks better than mine.” You flashed him a look. “You want a bite, don’t you?” He gave you a guilty look, and you playfully rolled your eyes and leaned towards him. “Take a bite, baby.” Ehren perked up excitedly and gently bit off a small piece of the cone, a small bit of the ice cream staining the corners of his lips.

You laughed. “You eat like a toddler, baby, come here.” You took a napkin from the dispenser on the table and gently cupped Ehren’s face in your hands, pulling him closer to you so you could wipe the sticky ice cream from his mouth. He stared up at you adoringly, his eyes wide like a lovesick puppy. “I’m so lucky to have you.” You giggled, taken aback by his forwardness. “Why, because I wipe your mouth for you?” He shook his head, still smiling. “No. Because you’re beautiful.” Your gaze softened, and you leaned over to kiss him on the forehead. “You’re too sweet.” Ehren held his hand out, and you took it, squeezing it supportively. “I mean it. You’re the funniest, kindest, prettiest woman I’ve ever met and yet you’re sitting here with me right now, eating ice cream and wearing the sexiest dress I’ve ever seen. You could have any guy on Earth and yet you picked me. If someone showed me a picture of you when I was a teenager and told me I was gonna be dating you one day, I’d have thought they were nuts. I honestly still can’t believe it.”

You took another lick of your ice cream and shook your head. “You’re the prettiest boy on Earth, Ehren, and you treat me so well, and you make me laugh. Why would I be with anyone else? Don’t sell yourself so short.” His face went red, and he looked away, a massive grin spreading over his face. “I love you.” You smiled affectionately. “I love you too, baby. Now give me a bite of your sundae, you still gotta pay me back for the bite I gave you earlier.” Ehren dutifully scooped up a good spoonful of ice cream and fed it to you, holding his free hand under your chin so the ice cream wouldn’t stain your dress—the dress which he still couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of. You shook your head and laughed. “You really like this dress, don’t you.” He nodded eagerly. “I can’t help it, baby, it just looks so incredible on you. I mean it shows off your thighs so well, and the color looks perfect on your skin, and the skirt part hugs your hips in a way that really shows off your–”

You stood up from your chair and walked over to sit down in Ehren’s lap, and he promptly shut his mouth and stared up at you in awe, his arms automatically wrapping around your waist. “Is this okay?” Ehren nodded, rubbing the material of your dress between his fingers. “Okay? It’s more than okay, you could sit on my lap all day every day if you wanted to.” You grinned. “Maybe I will.” You finished off your ice cream cone, and Ehren took the last few bites of his sundae, which was finally starting to get soupy from the sun’s rays. His free hand gently rubbed circles on the small of your back, and you ran your fingers through his hair with your own free hand. He finished off his last bite, setting the spoon down in his bowl with a loud clinking sound, and you smiled. “Ready to go?” He nodded. You leaned down to kiss him, tasting the hot fudge on his lips, and he pressed his forehead against yours, staring at you with a look of pure adoration. “I wish we could just sit here forever.” You smiled. “Me too, baby.”

He begrudgingly pulled away, and you got up from his lap to let him get up, immediately interlocking your fingers with his as you walked back to the car. He opened the car door for you, and you got in and clicked your seatbelt into place. Ehren’s right hand rested on your thigh all throughout the drive home, his thumb gently rubbing circles on your leg through the soft material of the sundress. You leaned your head back against the headrest of your seat and smiled at him; he briefly looked away from the road to smile back, a soft look in his eyes. You tapped your fingers on the window, squinting at the bright sun that shone through the windshield. “We should go on ice cream dates more often, especially since this hot weather will be gone soon.” Ehren nodded. “Definitely. Only if you promise to wear sundresses and sit in my lap every time we go out, though.” You laughed. “You realize I can just wear a sundress and sit on your lap at home, right?” Ehren perked up. “Wait, that’s right…fuck, I can’t wait to get home now.”

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Be My Baby | Qian Kun

Pairing: Qian Kun x Reader

Summary: One night, your old flame Kun calls you back to his apartment, to treat his sick baby. The wine flows, and your feelings for him become stronger than ever...

Genre: Dad!Kun, College friends AU, Y/n has a crush on Kun 

Word Count: 1.2k

​RING RING! 

The ringtone made your hand jolt, and the eyeliner wing you were painting smudged. You swore under your breath. But as soon as you saw the name on the dialler your frustration melted away, being replaced by nervous flutters. 

You picked up the phone. "Hey, Kun. What's up?" 

Kun's voice tumbled out of the speaker. "Hey, Y/n, I'm sorry to call you on a Saturday night but Xia's got a fever and she's red and my car broke down so I can't take her to the hospital and I'm really worried and-"

"Shh, Kun. Breathe,” you said, cutting him off. “Do you need me to come and check-up on her?"  

You could hear Kun sigh with relief. "That would be great, Y/n. I'm not messing up your plans for tonight right?" 

You thought about the blind date you were supposed to go on. It would be useless anyway; you couldn't date when you were still in love with Kun, your best friend from college. 

"No, you're not interrupting anything. I'll be over soon."

Twenty minutes later, and you were knocking on Kun's apartment door. 

Kun pulled the door open. When you saw him, you had to force your mouth to stay shut. 

Kun was standing there, shirtless, carrying his baby in one arm. 

You forced your eyes to steer away from the smattering of black hair that fell into his faded jeans. 

"Y/n, you’re here! I'm so sorry, Xia was sick on me and I didn't have time to change. Come inside." 

You walked into the living room and placed your medical bag on the coffee table. You fished out your stethoscope and thermometer. 

"Put Xia in the cot,” you said. “Let me take a look at her." 

"Thank god you're here, Y/n. It's so useful to have a paediatrician as a friend." Kun said, chuckling.

Friend. You tried not to grimace. Instead, you focussed on the child in front of you, pushing your emotions to one side and letting your medical training take over. 

The little baby's chubby cheeks were rosy, and her big eyes were glassy. She really was the spitting image of her father. You checked her all over. 

Kun came back into the living room, this time wearing a T shirt. Your shoulders slumped in disappointment.

You picked up the baby. "Xia’s okay. It’s just a cold. She should be back to normal in a day or so. I've given her some calpol, just make sure she has enough to eat and drink." 

Kun rocked the baby in his muscled arms. "Sorry, Y/n. I must seem like a typical over-anxious parent. It's just hard raising her all on my own, you know." 

You touched his arm, ignoring how your nerves danced at the contact. "You're doing amazing, Kun." 

Kun beamed, and his glorious dimples came out. "Will you stay for a bit? Let me just put Xia to bed. I feel like we haven't had a proper catch up in ages."

You heart thumped. "S-sure."

Ten minutes later, Kun came into the living room, a glass of red wine in each hand. "I hope you don't mind, I opened a bottle. I remember how much you liked it in college." Kun gave you a teasing smile and passed you a glass. 

He sat down on the couch beside you, so close to you that you could feel the heat radiating from his denim clad thigh. 

"So, how’s work?" he said. "Are you liking the new hospital?" 

"Yes! I really feel like I can make a difference there." You took a large sip of wine. " What about you? Hendery still giving you grief at the office?"

"You know it!" Kun said, pushing his hand through his chestnut hair. "You know... it's so nice to have a normal conversation with another adult that’s not about babies. Don't get me wrong, I love my daughter, but it's nice to have someone else around."

You bit your lip. 

Kun's cheeks were flushed - from the wine or his words, you didn't know. 

He went on. "You make me feel like... like a person again. Like a man. Not just a nappy-changing-bottle-feeding robot. You’re amazing, Y/n." 

You shifted closer, eyes locked on his plump, kissable lips...

You were suddenly overcome with a desire to kiss him. You gripped his T shirt, pulled him towards you and pressed your lips against his. 

Kun's froze. His eyes went wide. To your dismay, he wasn’t kissing back. 

After feeling his muscles tense, you pulled away. You clasped your hand over your mouth.

Kun was staring at you, mouth agape. 

A horrible wave of embarrassment flooded through you. "Oh my god, Kun, I'm so sorry. I didn't even ask-" 

"Hey," Kun said, placing a steadying hand on your thigh. "It's okay. You just caught me off guard. Do you perhaps... like me?" 

You gulped. "Yes, I… have done for a while. I was going to say something, but then your ex got pregnant and Xia was born and... the timing was never right." 

Kun nodded. "Wow. I had no idea you felt that way, Y/n." 

When he saw the disappointment your face, he rushed to continue. "Don't get me wrong, you're a total catch! But- but you're my friend, and I’d rather not jinx that. Also, I haven't dated or been... intimate with anyone since Xia was born..."

You blinked furiously, willing the tears away. "It's okay, Kun. I understand. I’m going to go." You stood up.   

But Kun grabbed your wrist before you could leave. "Wait, Y/n, don't leave like this."

You sat back down. Your pride was already wounded, how much more damage could five minutes do? 

"I'm flattered that you like me, Y/n. And I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about you like that, in the past. But I'm so overwhelmed with Xia and work... I just don't think I'd make a good boyfriend right now."

You nodded. “Can I ask you something?”

Kun stroked the back of your hand. “Anything…” 

“Can we kiss? Just for a bit. Let’s forget about the future or responsibilities… just live in the moment.”

Kun bit his lip, thinking. He really didn’t know how sexy he was. Eventually, he said. “How can I refuse such a beautiful woman?” 

You reached forwards and touched the back of Kun’s neck, feeling the stubble of his hair line under your fingertips. 

You pulled him towards you, and kissed him on the mouth. His lips were velvety and soft like pillows. When his tongue touched yours, you jolted. 

Lips still locked together, Kun lay you down on the couch and shifted on top of you. You could feel his body all over you, smell the faint coconut of his shampoo. 

You wrapped your hands around his broad shoulders and pulled him closer. Kun’s hand found its way to your clothed waist. Then his fingers danced up your side and softly touched your breast. 

You longed to pull his T shirt off to feel his skin against yours, but then-

“WAAAAAA!”

You both froze. 

Kun removed his hand from your breast and sat up. He helped you up to a sitting position on the couch. 

Kun took a deep breath and fanned his heated face. 

“I better go and tend to her,” he said, smiling apologetically. 

You nodded. “I’ll probably get going.” 

Kun squeezed your hand. “It’s unfair of me to ask you to wait for me, but I’m going to do it anyway.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay.” 

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