#Icee Cups

[trnsocial]

Geek Out! Podcast, Ep. 2: Collectors Cups with Chad Young

Chad Young from Horror Movie BBQ shares his love for promotional collectors cups with Adam from the 80’s and 90’s, while praising the innovations in collectors cup technology in the 21st century. Plus, Adam reveals his holy grail collectors cup which opens up a whole new mystery that blows Chad’s mind.  Find Chad’s collection of retro themed pop culture content at https://horrormoviebbq.com In…

[lotus-pear]

i think asagiri’s new favorite character is aya bc can anything else explain why both of her father figures just fucking dissolved in the same chapter

[dabingusbongus]

No re-creation of the stressful moment when your car breaks down on the road panic-ly trying to wheel it off to the side an pray to whatever is listening that an asshole isn't speeding and rams into you. Instead have icee cup with her namesake! (I went to get a little treat for myself due to said events) She has a different skin because I came to find that I absolutely hate the skin I made an got rid of it. This skin was created by someone off of mercari! Forgot there name though if anyone wants to know send an ask an I'll answer it after doing some digging. ALSO WE HAVE A PHOTO BOMBER!!!!!! Yes, it's the same cat from the furby for sale video from a year ago who video bombed an meowed in it thus making it an outtake.

[cantevenbeachhere]

Hey Ken! Check out my fancy new cup! 🥹

*gasp!* DUDE!

Oh my gosh, look at that super pretty Barbie cup!!

That looks like it’s for a slushy or a snow cone or something, I love it!

You said it’s new? So you like just got it today? Dude, that’s awesome! I love you. You made an amazing purchase, just saying.

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

Damian *putting on the driving gloves he brings with him everywhere*: MOVE TODD! VACATE THE DRIVERS SEAT!

jason: i'm too drunk to drive

dick: you were the one to get me drunk, so i can't drive

tim: man i am high as a kite right now, i don't think I'm fit to drive unless it's to the wendy's drive-thru, its the only route i know by heart

jason, dick, and tim looking over to 12 year old damian:

damian: i shall be your designated driver just this once

[shawtuzi]

thinkin’ about dry humping w your sweet husband nanami after he had a long day at work :((

cw include: a lot of kissing, dry humping, fondling , nanami is so in love w reader <//3 , abrupt ending im sawry

nanami always liked kissing you.

he liked the way your lips were soft to the touch, feeling like velvet against his own. he liked the way you sucked on his bottom lip whenever you wanted him to slip his tongue in your mouth. he liked the way your kisses always tasted sweet, like strawberry chapstick or your favorite sour candies. what he really liked though was swallowing up your whiny moans while you two pleased each other.

“mm ken,” you sighed against his lips, hips bucking forward when he settled you right against the bulge in his slacks. nanami hummed into the kiss, his hands lazily settling on your ass. you were wearing a baby pink nightgown with nothing underneath—just the way he liked.

his hands felt searing hot against the skin of your behind as he rubbed it tenderly, goosebumps rising in their wake. “so soft,” he muttered, tracing a heart on your left ass cheek.

he groaned when you slithered your tongue in his mouth, the faint taste of mango making his mouth water. “did you get into my mango icees?” he chuckled, giving your ass a sharp smack. you giggled, grinding your lower half into his out of instinct. “maybe . . . i couldn’t help it ken, i needed something sweet,” a laugh bubbled in kento’s chest, his heart clenching at how fucking cute you were.

“m’happy you were able to satiate your sweet craving,” he grinned, his thumb pushing down on your chin to open your mouth. your lips parted, tongue sticking out the tiniest bit. nanami sucked your tongue into his mouth, his hand cupping the back of your neck to keep you close. you couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling back, your pussy feeling stickier by the second.

kento pushed his hips up, his grip on you tightening when he felt the warmth of your pussy against his poor, straining cock. your hand fumbled with his belt frantically, “d-do you wan’ me to—”

“nah nah it’s okay, wanna stay like this with you,” his lips captured yours in a kiss once more, his free hand now gripping onto your hips to start a steady pace. every time you’d try to pull back for air he’d pull you back, too greedy to let even a second of this moment go to waste.

a particular movement had you gasping wetly, back arching into his touch. “ngh that feels s’good,” you were boarder line slurring your words and he hasn’t even properly touched you down there yet. “mm it does doesn’t it,” he purred, sloppily kissing his way down your jaw to your neck. you tilted your head, giving your husband more room to kiss, lick, and suck to his hearts content.

“off . . . wan’ this off,” you whined, tugging at his dress shirt. nanami muttered something about you unbuttoning it for him so you made quick work to undo every button, your hands running over his naked chest the second you were finished. he shuddered when he felt your nails brush on his nipples—he was always so sensitive there. his tongue sloppily traced hearts into your neck, the sweet smell of your vanilla scented perfume making him dizzy.

“love you—love you s’much. most perfect thing in this world, fuck. my fuckin’ wife,” nanami growled into your ear, both of his hands now finding purchase on the fat of your ass. the front of his armani dress pants were now a sticky mess due to your sopping cunt, but he didn’t give a fuck in the slightest—shit if it was socially acceptable to walk around with your wives cum stains on you trust he’d already be doing it.

“keep talking,” you whimpered, wrapping an arm around his neck to pull him impossibly close. kento’s lips lifted into a lazy smirk, “heh, you’re so fuckin’ cute. y-y’know i was doing a lil shoppin’ for you at the—fuck, a-at the office.” although you were mildly fucked out your ears perked up at that.

“saw these real pretty pearls, thought they’d look—ngh, darling on you . . . thought about them bouncin’ around while i’d be fuckin’ you silly.” you moaned at the last part, your fingers tugging at the hairs at the nape of his neck. nanami groaned, licking his lips before sinking his teeth into your neck, his warm tongue sticking out to soothe the mark afterwards.

nanami bunched up your nightgown to your hips, his eyes locking onto the sight of your cunt soiling his pants. your cream was smeared all along the crotch, adding to the wet, sticky noise that echoed throughout the living room. the second he got home he didn’t even have time to put his keys on the hook before you were dragging him to the couch, finding your rightful place on his lap.

“could just eat you up,” he muttered, his middle and ring finger slipping between your folds to collect your wetness. his eyes slowly drifted to yours, fingers coming up to his kiss swollen lips to suck the essence off his fingers. your eyes widened the tiniest bit when he stuck his tongue out, his hazel eyes darkening. nanami groaned rather loudly when you sucked his tongue into your mouth, his hips now bucking wildly into yours.

“s-shit shit shit!” nanami let out a guttural groan, his hips pushing up to grind more into your pussy. the rough material of his pants rubbed deliciously against your swollen clit, your orgasm following soon after his.

your body went limp against his, your face nuzzling into his neck. “take some deep breaths hon, i gotcha,” you heard nanami whisper into your hair, his arms securely wrapping around your waist. he was still hard of course, his cock not fully satisfied until he’s filled your cunt with all the cum he had to offer.

you whined when nanami laid you down, his body now finding place between your thighs. “you really do have the prettiest cunt, wife,” he said it so possessively, so hungrily that it had your pussy clenching around nothing. you were his wife. his wife to love, praise, spoil, fuck. all his.

[undyinglantern]

logically I don’t even think I’m doing horribly (the guy training me told the manager I was doing “pretty well” about handling a “mini-rush”) but mentally my mind keeps telling me oh he’s just lying because we keep getting out breaks at the same time and since I’m practically tailing him of course he’s say that to be nice during the only opportunity to speak to the manager. Only since I’m around and can listen in is he saying something nice.

[lilnasxvevo]

On my lunch break I am going to go to the convenience store and buy the absolute largest icee size they have I’m so HOT

[xhoneygirlxx]

Juicy

Eddie Munson x big boob fem!reader

summary: the heat causes you to let the girls hang free and it causes Eddie to be a flustered mess

warnings: she/her pronouns used, reader has breasts and wears feminine clothing. skin color/ethnicity is not mentioned! Eddie being a flustered cutie. idiots in love :) mentions of high school jocks being gross. 18+ MINORS DNI. smut: heavy making out, grinding, titty sucking, premature ejaculation. mentions of titty fucking and cumming on tits. shitty writing and not proofread.

a/n: hello my honey buns!! i wanted to get something out while i work on some of my current wips. i got inspired to write this bc i have a tig bitties and every time i wear a bra i feel like i'm dying and i'm too insecure to not wear one lmao. also, i just wanted to say that all different shapes and sizes of bitties are beautiful!!! also please be kind! smut is not my strong suit.

The late August heat made living in Hawkins unbearable. That might be an over exaggeration since you've never traveled anywhere outside of your town, but it still felt like the underside of satan's ballsack.

You regret agreeing to hangout with Eddie the minute you saw the afternoon weather forecast and regret it even more when you got into the metalhead's van. With no working a/c in the vehicle, there was no choice but to have the window's down to get some sort of circulation.

It wouldn't be so bad if there was a breeze but the air was dry, burning your lungs with every single intake of oxygen. You could feel the sweat rolling down your spine, making the thin cotton tank top you had on stick to your skin.

The cotton shorts you had on didn't quell any heat that you were feeling, only making your thighs stick together uncomfortably. Eddie being the angel he was, had already stopped at the gas station, picking up whatever snack he thought you might want, including a cherry icee that was already melted.

The sweat the beaded at your hairline, falling down your face like raindrops, matched the sweat on your cardboard cup. Syrupy sweetness coated your tongue as you drank it, coolness going down your throat to extinguish the flames within your body.

You needed to get out his car as soon as possible and into some air conditioning. Eddie on the other hand looked as cool as a cucumber. His cut band tshirt blowing through the warm air, black jeans tight on his lower body, and his brown curls in a low bun.

You almost wanted to hate him for being so calm, never showing any discomfort when it got hot like this. God, you hated the way he looked so relaxed, puffing on his cigarette and driving with one wrist on the steering wheel. The sun shining off of his ringed fingers, the band squeezing at his tiny waist, the black ink on his alabaster skin dancing with every move he took- he was so beautiful and it was making your temperature rise even higher.

When he pulled up to his trailer, you were up and out of the van before he could even pull the keys out of ignition. To your dismay, he was taking his sweet time getting out of the car, making you wait in the blaze of the sun. If you didn't know any better, you'd think the cheeky asshole was doing it on purpose. As he rounds the car, a plastic bag dangling from his wrist, a playful smirk paints his lips.

He's definitely doing it on purpose. Asshole.

"Where's the fire, Cherry?" he jests playfully at you, making you scowl even more.

"It's going to be in your hair if you don't hurry the hell up." You yell back at him. A small laugh leaves his pretty lips, shaking his head as he pulls out his key to unlock the door.

"I'll open the door faster if you say please." You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. Playing up the part even more, Eddie takes his time putting the key into the door.

"Oh please Eddie, would you be so kind and unlock the door?" You smile sarcastically up at him. He mimics you, straight white teeth flashing brightly in your eyes.

"Now was that so hard?" Scoffing at him, you push right past his body and enter the trailer.

The small a/c unit the sits in the window works overtime, buzzing and rattling loudly, to cool down the small trailer. It feels like heaven when you walk in, the immediate temperature drop makes goosebumps rise on your skin.

Plopping down on the well loved couch, you sprawl your limbs out trying to cool every inch of your skin. Placing the bag of treats on the table, Eddie makes his way into the kitchen to retrieve a beer from the fridge.

"Is Wayne off today?" The absence of the older man only coming to your attention.

"Yeah, he went to Darla's house." Eddie mutters his response as he works the cap of the beer bottle off.

Darla was Wayne's new girlfriend he had been seeing the past couple months. You had fallen victim to many of Eddie's rants about his uncle coming home late and never calling letting his nephew know he was safe.

Humming a response, you turn your attention to the television that's currently playing reruns of The Golden Girls.

Now that you've been in the cool air for not even five minutes, the creeping heat comes back into your body. The culprit being your chest, heat radiating in the cups of your bra. It was uncomfortable already with the weight on your back and shoulders, not to mention the sweat that collected in the fabric.

Jumping up abruptly from your slouched position, you work your hands around your back preparing to take off the article of clothing. . Before you it off, you remember that you're not in your own home and that it might make Eddie uncomfortable.

As he walks in from the kitchen, sipping on his chilled beer, he catches your stare. Raising a brow and removing the bottle from his mouth, he turns to you.

"You okay over there?" He questions you, eyeing your posture and how you look like you've been caught in the act of something you shouldn't be doing.

"I need to take my bra off but I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

Oh boy is he caught of guard, choking on his spit loudly. His cheeks are tinted a deep red, eyes wide and bulging from his face. Of course he didn't care, you guys were friends and he always wanted you comfortable. The only problem was that you would be braless, sitting next to him.

It's not like you haven't before, any time you wore big baggy shirts he knew you didn't have a bra on, but the extra material of your shirt blocked the visuals of your loose breasts.

When you cock an eyebrow at him, he shakes his head, brown curls bouncing with the movement.

"Y-yeah sure. Ya know what we Munson's say, this land is your land, or whatever." He chuckles nervously eyeing you from where he stands across from you.

Letting out a roaring laugh, you reach your hands under the hem of your shirt, undoing the hook.

"I'm pretty sure Woody Guthrie said that, Eds." Forcing out a small laugh, he watches as you pull the straps down your arms and then pulling the material out from under your white tank top.

Yeah he's going to die right here in the middle of his living room. When you finally pull it from your sticky skin and discard it somewhere on the floor, your nipples pebble up from the cold air. You lean your head back and release a sigh of satisfaction.

You don't see how Eddie's drinking you in right now, how he's staring at the way your nipples are visible through the wet cotton of your shirt, or how he can see the fullness of your chest.

It was no secret that you had a bigger bust than most of the girls in town, earning the nickname of Cherry from all the jocks at school, which you took pride in and eventually took ownership of.

Unlike the jocks, Eddie never made any comments about your bust. Not that he didn't think of them when he was beating off in his room every night, but he never commented on them to you which you appreciated. To him you were just you, double d's or not.

While you were in pure bliss, Eddie was living a nightmare come true. The girl he's had a crush on since middle school is braless in his home, right in front of him. He didn't know how he was going to sit next to you now with the way blood was rushing to his cock, the stiff material of his jeans didn't help his discomfort.

"So, what are we watching today?" Cracking your eyes open to look at your best friend, you could still see him standing in the same spot, staring right at your chest.

Oh. OH. He was staring at your chest. You could have so much fun with this, give him a little taste of his own medicine for his little stunt earlier, making you wait longer in the heat.

"Eds?" Your tone was sinfully sweet. Placing your arms on either side of you, you used your forearms to push your boobs together as best as you can.

"Huh? O-oh yeah. Um, we ugh, we could watch Nightmare on Elm Street." He was tripping on his tongue every other word.

Quickly moving from his spot, he knelt down in front of the television to pop in the horror movie. The boy who was so unbothered by record breaking heat, was now a sweaty, heavy breathing mess because of you.

After starting the movie, he slowly retreats to the couch but as far away from you as humanly possible. Maybe it wasn't that he was hot and bothered by you, maybe he was just uncomfortable with your state of dress.

For the first twenty minutes of the film that's all you could think, trying to figure out what you could do to make the situation better. Without thinking, you take a lollipop out of the bag of goodies he bought, popping it right into your mouth.

You took your time, swirling your tongue around the red candy, hallowing your cheeks every so often. You weren't really paying attention to what you were doing, staring straight ahead at the glowing screen. Eddie was paying attention though, growing unimaginably harder than before.

The movement of Eddie taking the pillow from behind his back and placing it right on his crotch, brings your attention the boy next to you. He wasn't as smooth as he thought, the placement of the pillow gave it away right away. His sweat soaked bangs, bouncing leg, and red cheeks definitely gave it away.

Removing the lollipop from your mouth, you place it down on the discarded wrapper laying on the table. Turning to him, your knees criss cross, you say his name softly.

His head turns with speed when you call him, chocolate brown eyes replaced with the darkness of his pupils.

"Are you okay? You don't seem, well you seem bothered. If it's me not wearing a bra, Eddie I can put it back on." You sputter out, worry rising in your stomach at the thought of making him feel awkward with your braless tits.

Releasing a loud sigh, he runs a hand down his face. "Cherry, I'm not bothered by you not wearing a bra. Well, okay, I am but I'm not uncomfortable."

He's staring right at you, almost like he's waiting for you to catch on but you don't. Eyebrows furrowed, you try to understand what he had just said to you. Before you can ask, he reiterates himself.

"Baby, I'm not bothered because you don't have a bra on. I'm very much the opposite and because I'm a gentleman, I'm trying to make myself calm down the best I can. It's just hard to do that when you're deep throating a sucker right next to me." The last part comes out as a joke, dimpled smile to prove it.

So you were right, he was hot and bothered by you. Just like he made you wait for him, you made him wait even longer to rid himself of his discomfort happening in his pants.

"Well Eds, you know if you wanted to see them all you had to say was please." You tease and he groans loudly, throwing his head back.

"Please, Cherry." He begs and you give in, lying back on the old couch. Beckoning him over to you, you spread your legs to give him room. Like a panther, he pounces on you, smacking his lips to yours.

Its heavy and animalistic the way your tongues attack each other. The lingering taste of beer mixes with the cherry from your candy. When you push your hips up to get some friction on your aching heat, he whimpers in your mouth.

He takes your motions as permission to grind into you, the pressure making both of you moan in unison. Pulling away from your mouth so you two can breathe, he moves to his next target.

The warmth of lips meet the chilled skin of your neck, he kisses all around the precious skin to find that sweet spot. When a wanton moan falls from your red stained lips, he thinks he's hit the jackpot. Sucking and kissing the spot under your ear, you're sure there will be a blotch of purple there.

You hiss out when he runs his teeth along the spot, jerking your hips up in excitement. Moving his face so that he's looking at you, you can see the spit that coat his red swollen lips, the lust the pool in his eyes. He's so pretty like this, so fucking pretty and he's all yours in this moment.

"Can I see your pretty tits, Cherry?" He asks so sweetly, like he didn't just sinfully makeout with you. Nodding in approval, he shakes his head at you.

"I need words, princess." He waits for you, who is currently looking up at him like he's hung the stars and moon. You look so fucked out and so disheveled. He's always known he was going to marry you but when he looks at you he has no doubt that he's going to marry you.

"Please, Eds."

That's all he needs to hear before he's pulling the front of your shirt down, revealing your chest to him. He stays there for a minute, looking unbashful at your tits, like they were the eight wonder of the world.

His unwavering gaze starts to make you insecure, worrying that maybe they weren't as nice as he thought they would be. They were heavy and slightly sagged due to the weight, you had stretch marks that decorated the skin like a zebra.

Pulling your arms up to cover yourself, he grips your wrists and pulls them down. Moving his gaze back up to you, his eyes are much softer.

"Don't hide, please don't hide. Not when I've waited so long to see these." A tingling sensation fills your face, making you smile giddily up at him. When you nod at him, he goes in face first into your chest.

"Fuck, I've dreamt of this for so long." You want to respond but you can't when his mouth is placing pecks to the delicate skin of your breast.

Resuming his motions from before, his hips roll right into yours like a wave crashing on the shore. He's everywhere, filling all your senses. Eddie.Eddie.Eddie. That's all that's in your mind, especially when he places your pebbled nipple in his mouth.

"Fuck, Eddie." You hiss out, reaching your hand to the nape of his neck, placing a gentle pressure to keep him there. His switches between swirling his tongue around the numb and sucking on it.

His other hand snakes up to your abandoned breast, groping the fat of it before his fingers pinch the nipple. It's sinful the way it feels, his hard cock hitting right where you need him, the warm of his mouth, and the moans that you release.

Eddie groans, causing your skin to vibrate. Removing himself from your abused breast, he moves to the other one, finally giving it the same attention as the other.

"Fuck, you're so hot." He groans out, eyes closed in ecstasy, high off the scent and taste of you. His movements start getting faster causing him to moan even louder.

Moving away from your chest, he looks down at you, the way your tits bounce with every roll of your hips. He looks at the mark he made on your neck, and how your skin shines with his saliva and your sweat. Your pupils are blown wide, lips puffy and shiny. Then he moves his eyes back to your tits, imagining what it would feel like to run his dick on your sternum, how pretty they would look coated in his pearly white cum, and how hot it would be to titty fuck you.

Every possible scenario plays out in his head when he looks at you and it's too much. With one finally grunt, pulled deep from his stomach, he hangs stops all his motions, collapsing onto of you.

Dazed and slightly confused, you let him catch his breathe. When he brings his face out from the crook of your neck, he has a boyish smile pulled on his cheeks.

"Ed, did you just-"

"Cum in my pants like a teenager? Absofuckinglutely, but if give me about five minutes I'll give you everything you want." You reach your hand up to his face, pushing some of the loose hair that fell from his ponytail, behind his hair.

"If you say please, pretty boy."

He didn't need five minutes, instantly getting hard from the sultry tone of your voice.

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[xoluvx]

omg omg fic of billie eating it from the back pls pls pls

okay keeping this super short but i hope you still enjoy it!!

“billie,” you whined as she came up behind you. hands on your hips. body close rubbing on your ass. she pushed you forward and your knees buckled hitting the mattress. she was thrusting. shorts rising with the friction. her hand traveled up your back cupping the back of your neck bringing you down to match her thrusts.

you were holding yourself up on the mattress. elbows and knees deep. hands fisting the blanket you'd just laid. back arched. she stopped only to tug on your shorts pulling them down. they rested around your knees, she was too desperate to remove them completely.

groaning you reached out feeling the cool fabric under your palm.

"billie," you moaned curling your toes when you felt her tongue on your pussy. the palm of her hands fisted your ass opening you up so deliciously as her tongue swirled on your dripping cunt. she was slurping you like an icee. devouring you like her last meal.

the noises coming from her tongue slapping on your pussy was making you spiral almost as much as the feeling of her fingers slid inside your pussy. each time she sucked on your clit, she pushed you forward. each time thrusted her fingers in your cunt, you screamed.

you were hanging on by a thread. face pressed on the mattress. moan absorbed by the fabric. drool practically staining the bed.

[thegroovyarchives]

2016 ICEE Summer Cup Design

[r0ttenhearts]

melted cherry icee

scaramouche x little sister reader

warnings: absent parents, angst

sypnosis: with ei leaving scaramouche and his younger sister behind to fend for themselves, he’s tasked with taking care of his sister

“how long do you think she’ll be gone for, scara?” you look up at your older brother that’s seated with you at the table, his gaze on his phone as he shrugs nonchalantly. “dunno, another few months.”

with a sigh, you tug on the sleeves of your sweatshirt. a sweatshirt that used to belong to scaramouche, faded with age that he outgrew long ago, but perfect for you. purple eyes peeked over a black phone as he looked at you with your head on the table, absentmindedly tugging down your sleeves.

“it’s okay, (y/n). i’ll take care of you, like i always have.” he says almost sternly, but in a gentle tone you didn’t hear often. “i know.. i can always count on you to stay with me, scara. you’re nothing like her.. you didn’t leave me.” you mumble sadly.

scaramouche sighs, standing from his chair and pulling you off of yours with him. you look up at him in confusion as he shakes his head, taking you by your hand and out the door. you follow closely behind him, hands still linked as he walks closer and closer to a convenience store you two frequented.

the soft ding as the door clacks open with the two siblings walking inside, scaramouche heading straight to the back where an icee station was. your eyes lit up as you watched scaramouche take a cup, filling it to the brim with a bright cherry flavored icee. he fills up another, handing you the first one. your hands take the cold drink, excitement in you bubbling up as you happily drink from the straw while he paid for the sugary drinks.

you’re slurping on your straw as you continue following scaramouche out of the store, onto a park that you two had a faint memory of ei taking you to once. you could almost remember her smile that day, scaramouche throwing sand on your lap as you wailed for your mother. at the time, you didn’t think that would turn into a bittersweet memory of what you wished your mother had remained to be.

sitting on the swings you shook your half empty cup, noticing scaramouche’s half melted one. “hey, drink it before it melts.”

scaramouche scoffed, stirring around his straw. “this tastes like a sugary death just waiting to happen. i don’t know how you drink this shit and enjoy it.”

you laugh at his face of disgust as he hands you his, taking your empty cup. a comfortable silence envelops you both, a sticky smile on your lips. though you didn’t have your mother, sometimes you believed this was enough. the snark of your older brother and his moments of kindness, but you knew he cared deeply for you.

“hey, scara?”

“hm?” he looks up from his phone, his painted nails resting at the top of his device.

“thank you.. i don’t think i could’ve asked for a better brother than you.”

“oh shut up, and drink your icee.”

taglist: @samarill @sakiimeo @astrolomona @dearsumire @saeism @shoheartluv @0kauy @lelemnh @kaoriee @aqualesha

[dabingusbongus]

last round! Part 3 Zoo pics! PLAYGROUND PHOTOS!!!!!!!!! It was fun just running around taking pics. I didn't get a video of swing her though sad...

Also have a deer in a painting that will haunt my dreams. Honestly it was super freaky but then it gets offset with learning the guy in the pic's last name is P Man- like AHAHA PENIS- *crashes into a metal pole*

The pygmy hippo's also had the most beautiful biggest brownest eyes you had ever seen. They where so beautiful I tried so hard getting pics of it but guess it was just meant to be a spiritual moment just for me.

[heartchoi]

icee ㅡ hn.k

pairing: huening kai x gn!reader

wc: 461

synopsis: midnight convenience store runs with kai !

taehyun assigned you one task, and that was to go to the convenience store, buy snacks, and come straight back.

"look," taehyun sighs exasperatedly. "we don't need a scandal. i was flamed for going to a club for god's sake. i'm twenty-one! at this point, just come back and don't fool around."

although, as you sit under the stars with hueningkai, two icees in hand, you're sure taehyun won't mind if you kill time a little.

"do you want to hear about the time beomgyu almost burned our dorm down?" kai asks. you giggle, "why am i not surprised?" "no, really! it was so crazy, soobin almost cried and yeonjun was about to lose it."

kai explains the story animatedly, and you can't help but realize; he looks so good in the moonlight.

"kai." you call out, snapping him out of his ramble.

"yes?" he replies, finally turning to face you. his eyes are curious, expecting some sort of question or a statement. but it never comes.

you stare at him, eyes slowly moving down to his soft lips. kai follows suit, eyes trailing down to yours. you wonder what it must feel like to have such a plush pair of lips on yours.

it's like you have a magnetic attraction, faces moving closer together, breath fanning hotter on your skin, noses brushing against each other ㅡ and then it happens.

slowly but surely, his lips capture yours in a sweet, endearing kiss. the flesh on his lips are just as soft as you imagined, maybe even softer. kai's slightly calloused hands reaches to caress the skin of your cheek, gently pulling you closer to him as he does so.

your whole face must be on fire, but it doesn't matter. in this moment, it's only you and kai.

it lasted only a minute, but it felt like an eternity when you finally pull away. you can see kai's skin has turned a light shade of pink, barely visible under the pale moonlight. "was that okay?" he asks. "i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable."

you don't give him a verbal response, smiling to yourself as you shake your head. you place another small peck on his lips, and kai is fully flushed by now.

“come on, that kiss was too small. give me another.”

“begging for kisses now, are we?”

“shouldn’t a man in love be subjected to more kisses? give me another~”

taehyun frowns. “you sure took a while.”

hueningkai rolls his eyes. “we got the snacks you wanted, taehyunnie. come get them.” taehyun suspiciously eyes the now quarter-full cups of slushies you have before carefully inspecting the both of you.

“hey… if you have a red slushie… and his is blue… then why are your tongues purple?”

[cyberdragoninfinity]

notlawrence yuri & yugo are on a family road trip with their folks. and dennis. and rin. they stop at a quik trip to load up on drinks & snacks. it's all going on mike's credit card, and mike has merrily announced that they're free to grab whatever they want, no price limit. what does everybody get?

OH YOUVE PAINTED SUCH A WORD PICTURE FOR ME CLARK finally able to answer this with my truest visions now that im not on a fuckin airplane. let's take a quick trip to quiktrip

YUGO: TWO (2) ROLLER GRILL HOT DOGS!!!!!!!!! one with ketchup and one with mustard. big ol family sized bag of skittles that he is going to eat 90% of himself. 1 liter bottle of mountain dew code red cuz "oh dope they never have the red one at the grocery store!!!" one of those little plastic cups full of donut holes.

YURI: a black coffee and a single bag of chex mix that he will then slowly pick at like a bird for the next 6 hours. he doesnt like the rye chips so he gives them to dennis.

RIN: roller grill eggroll. spicy beef jerky. fritos. bigass slushie icee freezey drink (coke flavored). also sorry hang on what the hell is this

yeah one of these too. she gets this one. *rin voice* "i have two ice cold beverages advising me at all times"

DENNIS: diet doctor pepper with a splash of cherry flavor. sour cream and onion lay's potato chips. also a turkey and swiss wrap from the grab-n-go fridge section that he picked up to share with yuri cuz he was worried that he was gonna be hungry later since all he grabbed was that chex mix..... :( the wrap makes both of them violently ill four hours later.

Mike (Yuri's dad) gets a bottle of SmartWater and a sizable bag of Bugles, and Gail (Yugo's mom) gets a diet coke and some gummy bears that melt in the heat later and she and yugo have a good laugh about it.

[jjungkookislife]

Monday Drabble

pairing: bartender!jungkook x f. reader

genre: coworkers au, f2l, fwb to lovers [18+]

summary: Jungkook takes you out on a date.

wc: 1.1k

warnings: mention of food, mention of public/car sex, sexual thoughts

date: August 5, 2023

Normally you’d be downing a cherry icee at the bowling alley while Jungkook sat in front of you with a large pizza, wondering if you’d share an order of wings with him or maybe some jalapeño poppers. Sometimes he’d order both, always ordering more for the ride home, where’d he’d give you the last popper, insisting he was finally full. 

So when you pull up to a botanical garden, you’re surprised. 

Jungkook smiles sheepishly, getting out of his seat to run across the SUV to open your door. You’re happy you're in a sundress and sandals, the heat hitting you in the face the moment you take his hand to step out. 

“I’ve been wanting to come here for ages!” You exclaim as the car door shuts, and he laces his fingers with yours. His smile is contagious, radiant and nearly blinding as his chest fills with warmth. 

“I know,” he giggles. “That’s why we’re here.”

You kiss his cheek, thanking him as he leads you through the entrance. Your hat and sunglasses shield you from the sun, courtesy of a quick stop at a shop on your way over with Jungkook refusing to let you know where you were going. 

You’re in awe of the garden almost immediately and Jungkook leads you to a vendor selling snow cones, insisting you’d need them as you made your way around. You agree, fanning yourself for a moment. 

Jungkook had been waiting for you to wake up. He’d gotten ready and laid at your side in bed until you were startled awake by a loud TikTok he was watching on his phone. You groaned and smacked him with a pillow, his laughter muffled by it as he apologized profusely. 

He had urged you to get ready, handing you your clothes and ushering you to the bathroom. You’d made him promise to go get your car later in the evening after your date and you were sure you’d end up spending the night once again. 

Oh, well. 

The two of you continue down the path, and you find it hard to keep your eyes off Jungkook. He’s wearing all black, from his cap down to his shoes. His broad chest is hugged by a CK shirt that’s tucked into his pants to show off his slim waist. It takes all your restraint not to wrap your arm around him, maybe lead him back to the car and fuck him. 

Jungkook smirks, catching your eyes for the fifth time. 

“See something you like?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. You roll your eyes at him, walking ahead while swaying your hips. 

Jungkook nearly chokes on his snow cone, eyes fixated on the curve of your ass hugged nicely by the dress. He’s sweating now, but it has nothing to do with the afternoon heat. 

Jungkook fans himself, swallowing thickly and chugging the rest of his snow cone before throwing the cup in a trashcan. He has to jog to catch up to you, his icy fingers touching your skin to make you shiver. 

“You’re insufferable,” You say with your tongue out. Jungkook chuckles, kissing your nose and taking your hand. 

“Be nice to me,” he pouts, his lip rings getting your attention. He notes it. His tongue plays with them and you groan. 

“Insufferable,” you repeat, as he drapes himself around you. 

“But all yours,” he grins. 

The sun has set by the time you’re picking up your car from work. 

Jungkook pouts as you unlock the door of his SUV. He kisses your lips, not wanting to stop. 

You giggle as he kisses you again, his lips soft and sticky from his chapstick. 

“Don’t go,” he whined.

“I’m going right back to your place, babe,” you remind him as his lips trail kisses down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin of your throat. 

“I know,” he whines again, his hand sliding under your dress to grip your thigh. You’ve loved how hands-y he’s been all day, soft touches here and there, most on your hips or lower back. 

“I just like driving with you,” he admits, ignoring the way his cheeks heat. He clears his throat as he sits up, kissing your cheek before he’s getting out to open your door once again. 

You’d insisted you could open your door, but he had given you a look that made you clench your thighs and almost tackled him when he said, “Not with me, you don’t.”  

You’re not sure how long you’ll let him open your car door (more because you’re used to opening it and waiting a few seconds is too long for you) but it’s cute and he likes to hold your hand as soon as possible. Besides, sometimes you do misstep and hurt yourself or scrape your shins getting out, so it helps to have some support. 

How could you deny him and his sweet smile and bright eyes?

“I’ll be right behind you, baby,” you coo at him when you unlock your car. He frowns, kissing your cheek as he presses you against the car, his hands on your waist. 

“Fine,” he sighs, and you laugh. You love seeing this side of him. You’d even agreed to go grocery shopping (in his car) with him for your apartment and his since you’ll be spending more time at his place and him at yours. He’s looking forward to cooking dinner with you tonight, showing you his skills to impress you.

The moment you’re in your car, you start your playlist. Jungkook waits for you to be settled before he pulls out of his parking space, and you drive behind him. 

You leave your car at his place and get into his SUV. You’re greeted with a kiss and an “I missed you.”

“You’re so cheesy,” you huff, laughing when he pouts. “I missed you too.”

“Good,” he smirks as he places his hand on your thigh for a moment. 

“Come on, lover boy, we need to go get groceries, and you need to do your laundry,” you state as you put your seatbelt on, and Jungkook lets go of your thigh. 

“It’s in the wash, babe. Should be done by the time we get back home,” he shrugs easily as he backs out of the driveway. 

“Okay,” you smile as you connect your phone to the stereo and go through your playlist. Jungkook drives safely but can’t help but steal a glance your way, smiling to himself when you close your eyes and sing along to your favorite songs. He ignores the way his heart skips a beat and the ache in his cheeks from smiling so much. He’s probably way over his head, but he can’t help himself when it comes to you. So he keeps driving, singing softly along until you’re at your destination.

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