#so she sucks at holding ice cream cones that shit melts in her hands like a warm sunny day

[diathadevil]

New OC lore - Aideen has a higher body temperature due to her ability, so her least favorite things to eat are ice creams because they melt almost immediately in her hands.

Klaus lent her his mittens one day to let her leisurely eat coned ice cream again (at least for a little longer).

[leeofthevoid]

Not so Meet-Cute

Part Two: Did we or Did we not?

Farleigh Start x Reader

a/n: This is just a thing I had in my drafts.

Word Count: 2218

Warnings: Strong language, Explicit Content

You and Farleigh didn’t exactly have the meet cute you desired to have. 

It was the most awkward meeting you had since secondary school and it sucked ass. India hyped you up so much about how great he was and how you could at least bed him for one night since he was just that good.

Yeah…No fucking way. 

Everything went okay for the date but man, he didn’t even try. Flirted with all the girls and guys you walked past while having that park date his cousin and India prepared for the two of you. Apparently you two would click like puzzle pieces, but what did those two know about games that make you think hard. At the end of the ‘date’ you were left with two melting cones of ice cream while Farleigh had a different woman in his arms, flirting with her. A fucking twat. 

After a year of getting over that disaster, you are so tired of university and the fact that you had no avenue to destress, or what common folk say sexual frustration. You needed sex!

“India, I don’t think putting me in a shirt that spills my boobs out will attract the attention you think it will.” You comment as she hands you this corset type black top with matching A-line red skirt. “Relax, love. It’s our first day back in university and you deserve to turn heads.” You huff out a sigh of defeat and just grabbed whatever it is she asked you to wear. 

You put it on and felt like the air was squeezed out of you. “My! You look so gorgeous babes, I’d snag you up if I swung that way.” You rolled your eyes as she adjusted the clips behind your top, making it at least breathable. Guess you won’t be eating today. 

India was right, you did get a decent amount of attention. Even got yourself to turn heads from multiple people. Damn that diet and exercise bit your mum asked you to do with her over the summer payed off well. People started to reserve seats for you that you had to fight to get the year before. They complimented your hair, your eyes, your body. Well at least you had free lunch. 

Everything went well…Until a little disaster happened. It was your afternoon class and you might have had a little too much of Annabel’s vegetarian sandwich when you heard a small tear on you. You looked down and it was your top, not big enough to be of alarm though, maybe get it stitched after your classes. 

It did not go as planned. It started to rip off half an hour into class and you had to slide out from the room to run to the nearest bathroom. You barged in and opened the only cubicle that was working when the whole corset ripped in the middle of your chest, exposing your boobs if you didn’t hold on to it tightly with your hands. Curse these fabrics. Your friends all had classes and you didn’t even bring your own sweater. In short, you are fucked. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your wails were silenced when you heard a crash and the sound of footsteps hurriedly coming in, followed by sounds of…Kissing? No, moaning! Fuck!

“You’re doing so good for me, now be a good boy and open that door.” That voice sounded familiar and you were not excited about it. The other person…Guy whines as he tries to open your cubicle. The fuck is up with these bastards. 

“Shit it’s locked.” 

“Then force it open!” The more annoying voice said as the one pulling your door tries harder. After a few annoying and grueling moments of their struggle, you opened the latch and scowled at them. “Do you fucking mind?” You said, clutching the cloth on your chest as the other guy’s eyes widened. 

Holy fuck? Isn’t that Andrew? He was an apparent pussy-enjoyer and acted like that hetero straight guy. Guess the closet can be invisible. 

“Oh fuck.” Andrew said as he ran out of the bathroom. You are now left with that annoying shit you were praying to be so wrong about. 

“Hello, Farleigh.” Voice dripping with distaste, clutching on your top harder. 

He chuckled as he looked at you. Up and down with a wolf-whistle. “You look scrumptious, darling. Least you can do after ruining my little afternoon fuck.” He smirked, leaning on the door of the cubicle. “This is the women’s bathroom you little shit or did all that disease you carry finally blind you?” You said with annoyance,  crossing your arms over your chest securely, but your struggle didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Would have been a good insult if you weren’t in a bit of a situation yourself.” The sing-song voice was just adding more insult to injury. He was having a blast. 

“Well at least you get to witness what nice looking tits look like.” You proudly said while you sat on the cover of the toilet, crossing one leg over the other. “What good are those tits you flaunt if no one even sucks them.” 

“It’s called class, Farleigh. Bet you don’t even know the term ‘standards’. Yeah you should try that.” 

“Little Andrew too low for you?” He had an amused expression, waiting for another jab. 

“I guess you just take scraps now at this point. You desperate bitch.” You smiled up at him and raised your eyebrows. 

It would have been a victorious moment if your stupid corset did not eventually give out. It ripped fully and loudly like it sided with Farleigh. You clutched on it for dear life, eyes full of fear when you heard Farleigh’s guffaws. 

“Fuck! You know if you-you…Pffft.” He doubled over and clutched his stomach. “Shit, okay I’ll stop now. Pfft. Yeah okay I’m done.” 

“Fuck off, Start!” 

He collected himself and gave you a little smirk. “But…I’m your only hope at this point.”

He was fucking right. You had no choice. That evil grin on his face was slap-worthy but you wanted to go back and change without flashing the whole campus. You sighed in defeat and rolled your eyes. “Fine. Can I borrow your sweater?”

He smiled at you and looked at the spare knitted sweater hanging around his waist. “I mean…” 

“Farleigh!” 

“On one condition.” 

You groaned, “What!” 

“Well…A favor for a favor.” 

This bitch! Seriously! 

“Spill the fuck up or I will fuck your face up.” He gave you a challenging look before clearing his throat. 

“Go to my dorm later. I need to destress.” He winked as he threw you his sweater that you quickly wore to conceal yourself. He left before you could ask more and now you owe him a favor. 

Knowing Farleigh…It was a hundred percent sexual in nature. 

India heard about it, minus the Farleigh part. She just assumed a desperate boy offered you his sweater and tried to shoot his shot. 

You wish it was, could have been easier. You got to change into a more reasonable shirt but still kept the skirt going when India suddenly got a text from Farleigh. 

“Hey babes, remember that hot american cousin Felix has?” 

“…Date cheater?”

“Yeah. Well he told me to remind you about the favor.” 

You rolled your eyes and stood up. “India I have somewhere I need to be.” Your best friend was confused but simply nodded her head. 

You knocked on Farleigh’s door and immediately got pulled in. “What the fuck?” 

“Annotate my essay.” He pulled you to his desk and gave you a pen then jumped on his bed. That was…Unexpected. He was in thinner clothes, hands occupied with a book. Said nothing else to you and read his book. 

What the fuck? Okay then. 

The room eventually fell silent as you worked on his paper. Imagine being in your former shitty date’s dorm, annotating a decent essay. It was crazy. 

“Are you done?” He broke the silence, sitting up on his bed with a bored expression. It’s probably been an hour and surprisingly, you were done. “Yes, actually.” He wasted no time walking and leaned on the table, looking over your shoulder, checking your work. 

“Wow, tits and brains? You are the package.” You rolled your eyes while you looked up at him, eventually locking eyes. “That’s it? No weird sexual favors that usually get asked around?” Farleigh chuckled.

“Would you have given me a handjob if I asked?”

“No.” 

“See?” Well. He does have a point. You weren’t very discreet about disliking him. Even Felix knew about it. He squinted his eyes and then tapped your nose. 

“Actually…Wanna make-out? Just bored.” 

You know, if it weren’t for the lack of sex and fun, you would have never. But the curiosity and the boredom got to you too. 

“Sure.” You shrugged and broke eye contact by looking down at his desk again. 

“I mean, you did ruin my make-out session a few hours ago so…” You looked back at him with a scowl, his face visibly closer to yours.

He bit his lower lip, suppressing that fucking smile of his. “You know, what never min-“ 

Getting cut-off mid-sentence with his lips on yours was…Annoying. It was kind of an enjoyable annoying though. 

He was quick to spin the chair you sat on and held on the two armrests while slowly kissing you. Soft and tender like you imagined. 

He pulled you up the chair, hands snaking on the small of your back and the back of your neck, pulling you closer. The obvious size difference was a struggle, pulling you into his bed while you both traded desperate kisses. 

He sat on his bed, pulling you to straddle his lap. Man this fucker really loves dragging you around like a ragdoll, but the insults can wait. Pushing away from each other didn’t even last a few seconds until one of you pulled back in. 

He was so nice. So delicate. His lips were soft and his tongue, god his tongue worked wonders. He knew where you liked it and where you’d react, sliding down your bottom lip and exploring your mouth. He chuckled lowly when he could get a moan out of you, and even more so when his hands held a more sensitive part of your body. The room got degrees hotter than how it should be. 

“How far are you taking this?” You asked, out of breath. 

“Anything off limits?” His ragged voice, deep and velvety worked wonders on you but you had to stay vigilant. He’s still Farleigh.

“Anything down is a no-go.” 

“And tits?” 

“Fuck fine! Since you were so easy to insult the-“ He cut you off again with that big hand of his , massaging on your breast. It was just the right pressure to make you gasp. “Fuck.” You whined, causing you to wrap your arms around him. 

All of a sudden his door burst open. “Farleigh you won’t believe this, India said Y/N  got her shirt-“ Felix looked at the two of you on Farleigh’s bed, gossip cut short.

“Damn it Felix, knock mate. This is the fifth time!” You quickly got up from his lap and fixed yourself. “Hello, Catton. What did India say?” 

“T’s nothing. Carry on.” He quickly closed the door behind him and left. 

“I’m going.” You said while looking for your things, Farleigh just nodded and fell back on his bed. “See you around.” He said as you closed the door. 

The days after felt normal. India got the appropriate rundown of events that happened, excluding the parts that she would definitely share Felix. There were a few changes, being with Farleigh in the group. Having a bit more colorful back and forth when you are in the same space. The playful smirks and coy smile he has when his arms are wrapped around other people. Maybe let’s not forget the lingering touches he gives you when people are too occupied. 

“You know, that little toy you brought is interesting.” You jolted up as Farleigh dropped on the couch, bottle of cheap wine in hand. “Don’t get too interested now, I just managed to catch that one.” The party was muffled from where you sat, only the ones that passed out or was making moves with eachother settled in the living room with the two of you. “Speaking of, where is he?”

“David?” 

“Mhm?” Farleigh nodded then took a swig of his drink. 

“Huh…” There was a visible look of dumbfoundedness on your face when you realized you lost your date for at least half an hour now. “Holy fuck, I just lot my ticket to shagville.”

“Oh god…Ew!” Farleigh cringed, scooting away from you. “Seriously? Shagville? The fuck are you, ninety?”

“Oh, you’d want that so bad huh?” You teased. 

A comfortable silence enveloped the room. Farleigh continued to take drinks from his bottle while you lit up a joint he borrowed from you once in a while.

He blew raspberries, playing with his bottle or poking you. “So…”

“So…?”

“Wanna make-out?” He asked, voice slurring a little.

You shrugged, checked around th room for a few moments and just accepted the fact that your date is not coming back. 

“Sure.” You shrugged.

He nodded and stood up pulling you with him in search of a place to fool around.

a/n: Part two?! SMUT?!

[barkrry]

Harry x Matty [1D Band Member OC] / Harry x OFC Masterlist  

It was a chill night, no show to put on and no city to travel to. It was a rare night off for the band. And nobody knew where they were, so they had a bit more freedom to explore and enjoy themselves. And they were all together at the start of the evening, having some food and wandering around but eventually Liam mentioned about an arcade, and Niall was interested, and then Louis and Zayn tagged along with them. Leaving Harry and Matty alone.

Which maybe had been the other boys’ intention.

Harry was grinning playfully as he grabbed her hand, pulling her towards a specific store. Ignoring her questions as he looked like a happy puppy, squeezing her hand. Before she was laughing as she saw the building he was gunning for.

“Ice cream?” She asked, laughing as she was almost jogging just to keep up.

“Whatcha got against ice cream, Tea?” He asked, grinning at her all toothy as he was pulling open the door, holding it for her and then following her in. “Now, what’s the flavour?” He asked her, raising his brow as he looked over the selection.

“Cookies and cream, mm,” Matty giggled, pressing herself against his side. “What about you?”

“Oh, yer know me, strawberry fan.”

“So basic,” she mumbled, rolling her eyes before she was squealing happily as he was tickling her.

“You can’t call me basic when I know you’ve never even tried it,” he pointed out, gently bopping her on the tip of her nose before he was stepping up and placing their order, already getting out his card and paying before she had time to blink.

With their ice cream cones in hand, they searched for somewhere to sit and enjoy their ice creams. Even if Harry’s was already melting all over his hand.

“‘Cause I’m so hot,” he teased, with a playful wink in her direction.

Eventually they found the perfect spot, with a good view of the stars above them. Her side was pressed against his slightly, his arm wrapped around her shoulders.

“So, wanna try?” He offered, holding his cone up to her. She held his gaze, teeth biting down on her lip before she was gently picking his cone. Humming with a smile.

“It’s good,” she whispered softly, her cheeks red once again. “You were right,” she added, quiet still as she was holding his gaze, neither one of them had broken it.

Then he was leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips with his tongue gently licking some ice cream from her bottom lip. Matty didn’t reciprocate, her eyes wide and he was quickly pulling away and looking at her, panicked.

“Shit, you didn’t- I didn’t- I’m sorry-”

“Harry, that was my first kiss,” she blurted out, quickly before he could spiral himself into a full-on panic attack.

“Wha-what?” He mumbled, the guilt quickly taking over all of his emotions, dreading that he had misread the situation between them.

“I’ve never- not with anyone-” she mumbled, looking down all embarrassed.

They were reading each other wrong. And they both sucked at communicating things, to a point.

“I- I liked it though,” she whispered, after a beat. She missed his hopeful look, as she was slowly licking her ice cream before it fully melted.

“You did?” He asked, licking at his own, his eyes watching her.

She raised her eyes, meeting his once again as she nodded slowly. Shy. He smiled softly, bringing his free hand up to gently stroke her cheek with his thumb.

“Can we try again?” She asked, her cheeks burning redder by the second. He chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss to one of her red cheeks before he was kissing her sweetly. This time, she reciprocated with her mouth moving against his just slightly. “You taste like strawberry,” she whispered, giggling as her nose was brushing against his.

“You taste like oreos,” he mumbled in reply, grinning as he was giving her lips a quick peck. Catching her eye before he was taking a bite out of her ice cream, which had her squealing and pushing him away.

“Harry!” She squealed, gasping as she looked at him.

The pair would steal licks and bites out of the other cones, sharing sweet kisses before getting cuddled under the stars. Enjoying the one night of bliss they would share together for who knows how long. No caring about what tomorrow could bring, while they had the other right next to them.

[missskzbiased]

Falling

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Oneshot, Drabble, High School! au, Platonic! au

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x Fem! Reader

Word Count: ~1,9K

Notes: The sixth fanfic for the Valentine’s request [That you can find here]

Chan ||  Minho || Changbin || Hyunjin || Han || Felix || Seungmin || Jeongin

Masterlist

Requested: Yes, by anon [I hope you like it!]

General Tag List: @channiewoo @aliceu @bythesunnotbythemoon

[If you wish to be tagged to the other Valentine’s requests, please send me an ask <3]

                                                  ////

   You smirked, slamming Jeongin’s desk.

    “Guess what?” You said smugly, getting an arched eyebrow as an answer. He stared at the paper you left on his desk, returning his gaze to you and crossing his arms over his chest “What starts with an A and ends with you losing your money?” You taunted, sitting on his desk and crossing your legs as you looked at him from above.

    “Do I even want to know?” He sighed, pinching his nose bridge in a fed-up way.

    “ACE cream” You answered anyway, showing him your test and the highlighted score.

    “Was that the best you could come up with?” He offered you a disgusted grimace, unimpressed eyes wandering around the page before settling on you “Well… A bet is a bet! So you want me to take you to eat ice cream?” He asked, smirking at you knowingly “Instead of an ‘A’, they should have given you a ‘D’ because it sounds like you want to go on a Date with me” He teased, making you scoff.

    “Eating ice cream that your dumb friend will be paying isn’t a date!” You retorted, hands going to your hips “If I wanted to go on a date with you, I’d A-sk you out” He chortled at that, nodding in acknowledgment.

    “Fair enough, and I should have seen that one coming” He smiled, patting your thigh friendly “Well done, Y/N! I knew you could do it” The supportive remark had you with your guard down, and you were quick to get up from his desk, flustered at the unusual gentleness he was displaying.

    “What’s gotten into you?” You asked warily “You don’t usually praise me” You pointed out, frowning at him in suspicion “You can be as friendly as you want, I’ll get my ice cream” You warned, making him chuckle at you, rolling his eyes.

    “We’re friends, dumbass!” He huffed “Can’t I be supportive once in a while?” You hummed, still narrowing your eyes “You were really stressed out about this one… I was worried about you” He explained, and you arched your eyes in surprise.

    “Oh” You said as you rubbed your arm shyly “I mean… That’s actually kinda nice” He chuckled, the smugness getting back to his face as he got up, resting his hand on your shoulder and leaning in your way.

    “Better watch out or your next grade will be an F” He warned, grinning at you like a sly fox when you tilted your head in confusion. You shoved your test inside your bag, watching as he did the same, both of you heading to the door when the bell finally rang, calling it a day at school.

    “Why would I get an F–“ You asked in confusion, interrupting yourself as he put his foot in your way playfully, making you stumble over it with a squeak.

    “Falling for me already?” He teased, promptly holding your shoulder to help you balance yourself.

    “Oh my God…” You cringed, scowling at him before shivering “I’m always expecting the worst from you but you managed to be worse than I expected” You sneered, pushing him away lightly as you regained your balance, leading the way to the ice cream shop.

    Jeongin laughed as he followed you.

    Although you knew he was just in his usual bantering mood, you couldn’t help but think that Jeongin had been strange lately. He wasn’t really the kind to make flirty remarks like that, usually settling for mocking you as he could. The previous few weeks, though, were filled with something more than friendly teasing.

    You glanced at him, trying to be subtle as you did it but getting busted immediately. He arched his brow at you in a silent question, eyes studying you curiously as you snapped your eyes ahead, pretending you didn’t do anything. You tried to not feel too flustered as he chuckled, nudging you playfully.

    “What is it?” He asked in a knowing tone.

    “What is it what?” You asked dumbly, darting your eyes to him.

    “Are we going to pretend you didn’t just check me out?” He smirked, and you wished you could just shove his face on the floor. You scoffed, throwing him an unimpressed look from head to toes, shrugging.

    “Why would I check you out?” You taunted “There is nothing to see” You rolled your eyes, yelping when he grabbed your hand, placing it around his biceps, and squeezing your hand to make you feel his muscles.

    “I’ve been working out!” He protested.

    What the hell?!

    “Yah!” Was the only thing you could say, jolting your hand away as your face burned with the embarrassment “What’s happening to you?! Stop flirting around with me!” You whined, furrowing your brows as you threw him a look.

    “Oh? What is it?” He smirked, nudging you playfully “Am I making you nervous?” He teased, a funny grimace plastered on his face “The all mighty Y/N is nervous around her dumb friend who’s paying for ice cream today?” He continued, chuckling when you hit him in the arm.

  “Oh my God! You’re insufferable” You complained, quickening your pace.

  “Are you running away from me, Y/N-ah?” He chanted, keeping your pace with ease and getting off on how you seemed upset by it “You’re so cute!” He cooed, throwing his arm around your neck and pulling you closer to him.

  You didn’t have time to react as the seller smiled at both of you.

  “What a cute couple!” She chirped “Would you guys like the Valentine’s special?” She asked with a smile.

    “We’re not—“ Jeongin stepped on your foot subtly, a forced smile plastered in his face. You scrunched your nose, snapping your eyes at him before he turned his head to place a kiss on your temple.

    “Shut up! The special is cheaper” He whispered in your ear, hissing agitated at your slip up “We’re not having anything else!” He turned excitedly to the woman, giving her an innocent smile that almost made you throw up.

    What a snake!

    “Two scoops and one cone! So the love-birds can share their love for each other” She grinned, waiting for you to tell the flavors.

    “Choco Mint and Vanilla” He said, taking you by surprise. Since when did he know your favorite flavor? You frowned, staring at him in wonder as he paid the woman, grabbing your hand to guide you outside to sit on a bench.

    “How did you know that was my favorite?” You asked curiously, pulling your hand away from his as soon as you were out of the woman’s sight.

    “Felix always buy you vanilla stuff” He shrugged “I just figured it was your favorite since he’s your best friend” You hummed, nodding as you smirked knowingly.

  “So someone has been paying attention to me” You said on a singsong, making him roll his eyes “It sounds like Jeongin is interested in me!” You teased, licking your ice cream before handing it to him, so you could take turns.

    “You’re right” He agreed, mindlessly staring at his ice cream as he licked it. You snapped your eyes at him, mouth falling agape for a split of a second before you chortled, nudging him.

    “Stop playing around!” You took the ice cream back “Is it Valentine’s that is making you like this? Jeez…” You joked, but he kept a straight face, staring at you intensely.

    “I’m not” He stated simply “I’m interested in you”

    “You mean like a lab rat or…” You gulped down, ice cream smearing your lips in the process.

    “You know what I mean” He chuckled, thumb going to your lips to wipe the ice cream away. He made sure to look right into your eyes as he brought his finger to his mouth, sucking the ice cream in an indirect kiss.

    “Y-You…” What were you going to say? You stood up abruptly, averting your eyes from him “Y-You can’t just say stuff like that to people!” You whined, stomping the ground to distract yourself from the fluttering feeling in your stomach.

    The motion almost got your ice cream to the ground. It probably would, if Jeongin didn’t snap his hand to yours, holding it and the ice cream, balancing it under his grip. You gasped, eyes totally focused on him as he leaned slowly to lick the ice cream as both of you held it. You couldn’t help but gawk at him while he straightened his back right after, staring at you smugly as you couldn’t help but stare at his smeared lips.

    “Wanna taste it?” He teased, snapping you away from it.

    “You shouldn’t be saying things like that lightly!” You scolded, pushing the ice cream to his hand, flustered with the situation.

    “You were the one who asked me if I was interested in you” He reminded, licking his ice cream mindlessly “Did you want me to lie?” He arched his brow, tilting his head as he looked at you skeptically.

  “It’s not that I want you to lie but –“ You cried, struggling to express yourself as you gestured exaggeratedly.

   “But you don’t like me” He completed for you, sighing “Just chill, Y/N… I know you don’t like me back” He reassured you, making you drop your hands by your sides, confused at his behavior “Yet” He added mischievously.

   You stared at him blankly.

   “Don’t look at me like this” He rolled his eyes “You know about my feelings now” He shrugged, finishing the choco mint ice cream to hand you the vanilla one “So, please, stop looking at me like a baby or something” He chuckled as you stood there in shock, ice cream melting in your hand “I’m not up to lose you to Felix, you know?” He said, wiping your hand with a tissue.

   To Felix?

   What the hell?!

   “Also… You’re not the only one who aced the exam” He said as he took the test out of his bag, showing you his score “And the bet was pretty clear… The one who got to ace could ask the other anything” He reminded you.

   “Y-Yeah” You managed to agree, unsure about what to say.

   “We didn’t agree on when we could use it though” He chuckled “So it’s valid until I need to use it, right?” You nodded, confused at where this was going “If you get to return my feelings in the future, A-sk me out” He asked, a knowing smirk on his lips as you dropped the ice cream.

   “Shit” You hissed, looking at the floor so you wouldn’t have to look at him.

    “That’s okay, I’ll buy you another one” He said, patting your head before making his way to the ice cream shop once more, satisfied at your reaction. You watched as he walked away, wandering your eyes to your ice cream on the floor, sighing before raising your head to the sky.

    There was no way you would end up like that ice cream!

    You refused to fall for Jeongin!

    No! Huge no! No way at all!

    You would refuse to admit it out loud, or even acknowledge it inside your mind but, funnily enough, as he made his way back ─ calling you so both of you could get on your way back home ─, you did stumble over your feet.

[sluttyten]

mark with 23 + 6 + 26 please and thank you!

"god damnit , now all I can think about right now is you licking my cock like it’s that ice cream cone.” + “I wasn’t expecting it to be… THAT big.“ + “Do you think they can hear us through the tent?” “Yes we can.” + mark

You had never been happier to come visit Mark on a music video set. There was a fully functional ice cream truck, which Mark was only too pleased to show you. As you were standing there with him, waiting for Jungwoo to finish getting his, you were trying decide on what flavor to get.

“I kind of want the chocolate chunky bar, but vanilla soft serve sounds good too.” You lean against Mark’s shoulder.

“Vanilla is so boring,” Yuta comments from Mark’s other side. “Unless you like that kind of thing, and you’re with Mark so....” Yuta grins and dodges out of the way when Mark moves to hit him. 

Mark’s still mad about the comment after you’ve gotten your towering cone of vanilla soft serve. He takes you by the hand, frowns at Yuta, and then leads you away to sit behind the large tent they’re using to touch up makeup and change outfits. 

You sit together on a bench, and as the heat of the day gets to the ice cream, melting it down over your hand, you quickly lick it off your fingers, and then just put your mouth over the top of the ice cream to suck the melting bits up before they can leak down and make more of a mess. It’s not the most conventional way to eat ice cream, but you just really don’t want to have sticky fingers.

You’re so focused on your ice cream, licking up any drips that almost spill over onto your fingers, that it takes you a moment to notice Mark staring at you in awe.

“What?” You ask, licking your lips. 

“God damnit.” Mark shakes his head. “Now, all I can think about right now is you licking my cock like it’s that ice cream cone.” 

You feel the heat of your blush spreading over your cheeks. 

You feel the ice cream dripping down your fingers now, but you’re almost too embarrassed to lick it up before it drips down onto the ground. 

“Like, licking it like that, baby, god.” Mark groans. 

You look between your melting ice cream and your very hot boyfriend. On the one hand, you really do want to eat the ice cream, but on the other hand, hearing Mark talk about you blowing him is making you feel a bit hot and bothered, craving his dick in your mouth. 

“Do you want me to?” You ask him. 

“What? Like right here?” Mark’s voice gets a little squeaky in surprise. He looks around. You’re at the back of the tent, there’s no one around. You nod. Mark looks at you for a long second. “I mean, yeah. If you want to.”

You lean in to kiss him, Mark moans at the sweet creamy taste of your lips, and as you pull away you whisper to him, “Let me just finish this ice cream. Two minutes, tops, then this mouth belongs to you.”

“Holy shit.” Mark swears, dropping his head back. It hits the wall of the tent, sending a wave through the fabric. 

You smile and sit up, hurrying to lick at your ice cream, almost able to drink it because of how much it’s melted.

Mark groans. “Hurry up.”

You’re trying your best, but there was a lot of ice cream there. When you’d asked for the soft serve, you had expected just maybe one or two swirls of soft serve, not the actual tower that was handed to you. You try to explain that to Mark. “I wasn’t expecting it to be… THAT big.“

He bites at his lip and laughs. 

It takes you a second to realize the innuendo in your words.

Suddenly, on the other side of the tent wall, you hear voices and you freeze. “Do you think they can hear us through the tent?”

“Yes we can!” A voice laughs from inside. You drop the remnants of your ice cream cone.

“I was talking about ice cream! I swear!” You call back.

You’re pretty sure it’s Johnny who answers with a whistle and, “Get some, Mark!”

Now, more embarrassed than ever, you hide your face in Mark’s shoulder. His group members really think you’re back here sucking his dick. Not that you would be opposed to it, you just wish that they didn’t know about it.

Mark laughs and touches your cheek. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed. But really, watching you eat that ice cream, licking it as you were, that was an experience, baby. I’m going to be thinking about that for ages.”

You shake your head at him, and when you hold your finger up to his lips, you put your other hand in his lap. Mark’s eyes go wide, and in a hoarse whisper he asks, “Wait, really?” At this, you nod your head yes but hold your finger to his lips again. 

You sink down on the bench, stretching out on your belly. Mark is clearly eager to feel your lips around him because by the time that you unfasten his pants, his dick pops out ready to see you. You put your hand around him and look up at Mark as you hold out your tongue and lick.

His fingers curl, one hand against the back of your shirt, the other over the arm of the bench. He bites his lip. You do it again, licking a long stripe up his dick. When you pop your mouth over his tip, sucking like you’d done to the ice cream, Mark hisses pleasurably, trying desperately to hold in the moans he wants to make. 

You lick and suck, eating up your boyfriend’s cock as well as you had that tasty ice cream, and Mark does his best to keep quiet, especially knowing that the tent wall is very thin and his members and the staff are just inside. You push yourself to take him all the way down, your lips meeting where your fingers encircle his base, and Mark lets out a guttural noise. 

You press your thumb under the base of his dick, massaging right there and sucking, and Mark swears and cums. He tastes salty over your tongue, mixing with the remaining sweet flavor of the ice cream. 

Mark pulls you up off him by your hair, bringing your mouth right to his. You put his dick back in his pants while you kiss, and not a moment too soon.

A staff member comes around the back of the tent then with a pack of cigarettes in her hand, but when she sees you and Mark she makes a sound of surprise. You break apart, and hide your face in Mark’s shoulder, embarrassed at being caught making out (but grateful it wasn’t more).

Mark makes some excuses and then grabs your hand and together you flee to leave that staff member to smoke her cigarettes in peace. But even after you’ve left that back area, after Mark has gone to film his part of the video, you still have the sweet and salty taste in your mouth.

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macarons | boo seungkwan

ミ★ synopsis: seungkwan just wants to try the macarons at the popup shop in the mall, what he ends up getting is a new crush and a blue penguin from the claw machine.

ミ★ genre: fluff, some humor

ミ★ warnings: none!

ミ★ word count: 1,472

ミ★ pairings: seungkwan x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi! I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I liked writing this one <3 it’s rather cute :D ALSO! seungkwan sexy.

The sun shines in through the skylights at the mall, practically blinding Seungkwan. He squints at his phone, trying to block the sun from hitting his screen as it makes it even harder to see what the groupchat is saying.

meanwhile in the groupchat:

He sighs, giving up on trying to participate in their conversation. Seungkwan glances up, noticing the elevator doors have opened and he steps inside. The elevator is aesthetically pleasing, considering that all the walls surrounding it are made of glass, making it see-through. He presses the button to get to the third floor of the mall, glancing back down at his phone to check out Twitter. The elevator doors close once again, and they start moving up, only to stop on the second floor.

Seungkwan almost lets out a sigh of frustration. He waited five minutes for the elevator to come down so he can step in, and now he’s gonna have to wait another couple minutes to get to his floor. The only reason he came to the mall was to visit the popular macaron popup shop that opened. Today is the last day to get some macarons, and it’s only while supplies last. He would’ve taken the stairs... who are we kidding, he didn’t want to. People start shuffling out of the door, some coming in as well and he’s this close in stepping forward to press the close doors button. You’re a nice person Seungkwan, there will probably still be macarons at the small popup shop, Seungkwan says to himself.

“Are you getting out sir?” The man holding the elevator door asks, and he’s about to respond when he pauses.

You’re walking past the elevator, holding what looks to be cotton candy flavored ice cream in a waffle cone. In your other hand, there’s a small pink shopping bag. You’re smiling down at the ice cream as if you’re holding a newborn baby. Your skin glows from the sunlight descending upon you from the skylights. You look up from the ice cream to smile up at the blue sky through the window. 

Such a nice day, can’t wait to get out of the mall, you think to yourself. What you don’t know is that Seungkwan is absolutely gone for you.

“Uh.. sir-” Seungkwan cuts off the man by making his way out of the compact elevator without a response, only having his eyes set on you.

“She’s literally glowing.” He whispers to himself as he watches you walk towards the arcade. He cocks his head to the side, about to follow you before he pauses again.

Seungkwan. Are you INSANE. Why would you follow a random girl at the mall?

“Uh, cause she’s single handedly the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen? Go away conscious, I’m gonna try and talk to her.” Seungkwan tells himself, making his way into the arcade. He tries to find your pink and white striped shirt, managing to see you in front of a claw machine. You finish the last of your ice cream, my god you finished that in like five minutes, and insert a dollar into the slot. Seungkwan watches you from the side as you fail to get the pink penguin the second time. You pout to yourself, grumbling about how, “This game is rigged.”

Okay Seungkwan, you can do this, he thinks to himself. After taking another deep breath, he walks up so that he’s beside you. You turn your head once you notice his presence and suck in a breath, ohmygod he’s so handsome.

“O-Oh, thank you.” Seungkwan says with a blush and your eyes widen. You slam your hand to your mouth, staring at him as warmth floods your face. “Did I really say that out loud?” You ask him, removing your hand so that he can hear you clearly.

“Yeah you did.” He answers with a smile and you cover your face with your hands out of embarrassment, making him giggle. “It’s okay, don’t be embarrassed…” He trails off and you peek through your fingers to see him staring at you with a grin as he waits for you to tell him your name.

“My name is yn.” You respond shyly, removing your hands from your face slowly. “Well, my name is Seungkwan. It’s nice to meet you, yn.” He tells you, outstretching his hand for you to shake, to which you comply.

“So.. not to sound creepy or anything,” Seungkwan begins and you make a face at him, promptly shutting him up.

“Starting off a sentence with you saying you weren’t trying to be creepy is always a horrible start.” You say and stick out your tongue at him. He gasps dramatically and you let out a laugh, making him laugh with you.

“Anyways... before I was rudely interrupted,” He squints at you and you giggle, “I was going to tell you that I saw you struggling trying to get the penguin. I came over because I wanted to try and get it for you, if you’d let me.” Seungkwan explains and your face lights up at the mention of the pink penguin.

good God she’s so precious i’m gonna have an ANEURYSM, Seungkwan thinks to himself as he pinches his leg to try and stop himself from squealing at your overall cuteness.

“Really!?” You ask with a big smile and he nods, switching spots with you. “Not to brag or anything, but I’m really good at claw machines. I discovered a method when I was younger that hasn’t failed me each time I’ve done it.” Seungkwan explains as he moves the claw towards the pink penguin. You’re watching in awe as the claw ends up grabbing the pink penguin, and you let out a squeal once it knocks both the pink penguin, and a new blue penguin through the prize slot.

“Yay!” You exclaim, reaching into the box to grab both the pink and blue penguin. You smile widely as you hand Seungkwan the blue one, and he looks at you with wide eyes.

“That’s for you. I only wanted one, you can uh, have that one as a way to remember me.” You tell him shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you pick up your small shopping bag from the floor.

“Well uh, what if I don’t want to just remember you?” Seungkwan asks with a hopeful expression on his face. Your mouth drops open slightly once you realize that means he wants to talk more and you feel warmth rush to your face once again.

“Um, yeah. I’d love that actually. Would you like to exchange numbers?” You ask and he nods with a big smile on his face, handing you his phone. You scramble to hand him your phone as you both input each other’s numbers.

You hand each other back your own phones and he lets out a laugh at the contact name you put for yourself. “Pengu yn?” You give him a big smile and he chuckles again.

“Pause.” You say as you notice the contact name he put in your phone.

“So you’re trying to clown me for pengu yn but you’re out here naming yourself, claw machine master kwan?” You tell him, poking your tongue in the side of your cheek and he giggles.

“Was I wrong though?” Seungkwan asks as you both start heading out of the arcade and you shrug, “You truly weren’t wrong.” You answer after a beat and he nods, satisfied.

“Shit! Wait, I bet the macaron popup shop is closed now! God damn it.” Seungkwan whines and you raise an eyebrow.

“I actually got two boxes in this bag, I went there earlier. Here, take this as my thanks as well.” You tell him, reaching into your bag and handing him a box of six assorted macarons. His eyes look like they’re about to tear up and before you can ask if he’s okay, he’s on the floor BOWING to you. You look around at everyone as many people have stopped and stared so you start telling him, “Stop! We’re in the middle of the mall, don't embarrass me like this! We just met! MOVE!”

After a moment to recollect yourselves, read: Seungkwan getting up off the floor and you hitting his arm repeatedly for embarrassing you. You both giggle as you say your farewells. You wave at him, letting him know you’ll text him tonight. “Enjoy the macarons Kwannie!” You tell him, before turning around and making your way towards the exit. Seungkwan practically melts at the nickname as he waves bye to you.

Letting out a happy sigh, Seungkwan begins his walk to the other mall exit which is closer to his car, with a big smile on his face, a new crush, and a box of macarons.

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“God damnit, now all i can think about right now is you licking my cock like its that ice cream cone.” from the smut prompt thing please

108. “God damnit, now all I can think about right now is you licking my cock like it’s that ice cream cone.”

(warning for notsfw)

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It was hot. Hotter than a normal summer’s day in Derry, that is. All the losers were down at the Quarry, soaking up the sun and swimming in the water to cool down. Richie was hiding under the shade, lathering his pale skin in factor 50 sunscreen as he was practically allergic to the sun. Bev was lounging on her towel, sunglasses covering her eyes and Stan, Bill, Mike and Ben were in the water. As for Eddie, he still hadn’t arrived.

The crunching of sticks coming from the path caught Richie’s attention and he turned around to see his boyfriend making his way towards them, a half-eaten ice cream cone in his hand. Richie’s eyes widened just a little and he pulled the towel that was sitting next to him over his crotch as he felt heat pool in his stomach.

Eddie and he had been dating for about four months already, after Eddie had told Richie drunkenly at his birthday party back in March that he had been in love with him for years. The next morning Richie had paid him a visit and they talked it through before going out on a date, and the rest they say was history.

Yet, no matter how many times they made out or had sex, Richie was still floored at how sexy his boyfriend was even when he was doing mundane things… like licking an ice cream cone. As he got closer, Eddie must have realised the weird look on Richie’s face as he raised an eyebrow before making his way over.

“Heya, Eds,” Richie mumbled, looking down at his feet, cheeks turning red. At least he could blame it on getting a little bit too much sun.

Eddie didn’t look too convinced, but he shrugged and leaned against the tree next to Richie, licking at his ice cream once more, which made Richie hold back a moan. Eddie frowned at the little noise that escaped Richie’s lips and he knew there was going to be no escaping now. “What’s wrong?”

“God damnit, now all I can think about right now is you licking my cock like it’s that ice cream cone.” Richie blurted out, keeping his voice low enough that only Eddie would hear what was on his mind. His boyfriend’s jaw dropped a little, his eyes widening like saucers. “Sorry- fuck…”

The ice cream cone was melting at that point, due to hot warm the air was, and Eddie frowned at the stickiness over his hands. “I’ll be right back,” he smiled tightly and stood up to head over to Stan’s water cooler. Richie watched as Eddie disposed of the cone and washed his hands with the water and wipes Stan had packed. Once he was done, he headed back over to Richie and held out his hand. “Come with me.”

Richie frowned but took Eddie’s offered hand and got to his feet. Eddie laced their fingers together, leading them towards the water and then to the side, heading to where the rock pool was. It was a good distance away from the others, and gave them the privacy that they needed to talk about whatever Eddie was going to talk to him about. He was probably going to yell at him for being so inappropriate in public, or even maybe ask to take a break because Richie was too much for him.

What Richie didn’t expect was for Eddie to shove him up against a tree, well out of view, and drop to his knees, fingers playing with the string of Richie’s Hawaiian patterned shorts. His eyes widened, shock clear on his face as Eddie put a finger to his lips and pulled Richie’s shorts down so his cock sprung free.

“You need to be quiet yeah? I’ll give you what you want but you need to be really quiet. Don’t want the others knowing what we’re up to over here now do we?” Eddie asked, not waiting for Richie’s response as he leaned in and licked a stripe up his cock from tip to navel.

Richie let out a gasp and brought his hand to his mouth, covering it to stop the moans that were about to leave his lips from echoing back to his friends. He really did not want to explain this to them if they were caught. Eddie winked up at him from his knees and took Richie completely into his mouth, so far that Richie felt his cock hit the back of Eddie’s throat.

“Fuck- E-Eds,” Richie breathed into the air, letting his head fall back against the tree, rocking his hips up into Eddie’s mouth. They had dabbled in face fucking before, but only a little, and never out in the open like this. Hell they hadn’t really done anything out in the open, as Richie’s truck was enclosed. Anyone could walk around the corner and find them, and for some reason that idea enthralled Richie…and apparently Eddie too.

Eddie pulled off with a pop, his eyes dark with lust and his lips already slightly swollen. He smirked, leaning close to lick the tip of Richie’s already leaking cock, teasingly. “This was what you wanted right? For me to lick your cock the way I was licking my ice cream cone. That’s what you said…”

Quickly, Richie nodded his head in agreement, moving a hand into Eddie’s hair to pull him back down on his cock. He swallowed him down, immediately bobbing his head over and over, stopping a few times to suck on Richie’s tip. He was in complete and utter ecstasy, and was dangerously close to tipping over the edge. Maybe it was the fact that they were outside and the possibility of being caught, or maybe it was just the sight of Eddie on his knees. Either way, Richie was going to come, and he was going to come soon. “Close!”

As though Eddie wanted Richie to come, he picked up the pace of his mouth, moving faster and lifting a hand up to start massaging Richie’s balls as he rolled his tongue around his shaft. He looked up, nodding his head at Richie slightly, giving him permission to come down his throat.

“Oh shit,” Richie gasped, biting down on his fist as his orgasm hit him and he came into Eddie’s willing mouth. His boyfriend relaxed his throat, swallowing all that Richie had to offer before pulling off with a pop and a sly smile.

“Good?” Eddie asked, his voice hoarse and Richie nodded his head, helping Eddie stand before dipping his own hand down his boyfriend’s shorts. “Richie you- you don’t need to.”

“Oh but I want to,” Richie grinning. “Now settle back baby, and let me blow your mind.”

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Ice Cream Kisses - Nicole Row x Reader

Request: PLEASE! MORE NICOLE ROW X READERS! I DONT CARE WHAT YOU WRITE ABOUT, AS LONG AS IT IS ABOUT NICOLE! I WILL INSTANTLY EAT THAT SHIT UP! (im feed) & Sorry to bother you, I know you have lots of requests, but one day can you make a Nicole/Female reader fic where the female reader really likes Nicole, but Nicole doesn't know she likes her? I know you have lots of requests, I don't mind waiting. & Can we have more Nicole imagines please !!!

Summary: You manage to befriend your crush Nicole, or is it more than just friendship?

Reader: female

Word count: 2 268

A/N: I suck at summaries, why did I decide to do it anyway? Also sorry for combining a few requests, but I have so many for Nicole, I would be writing nobody but Nicole for ages, but don’t worry, more are coming anyway ;)

You did not even know how to describe her, it seemed as if there were no words that did justice to Nicole. ‘Beautiful’ was too ordinary, ‘stunning’ sounded too hard, ‘hot’ too objectifying, ‘perfect’ was to uncreative, ‘breathtaking’ too complicated. To you, the girl with the long, flowing golden hair and the beaming green eyes was of otherworldly beauty, and maybe someone like Shakespeare would have managed to conserve her appearance and character in an elegant combination of words, but not you. In fact, whenever you were talking about her, it was more incoherent babbling than anything else.

“And you know, she just… argh, she did this smile where like… you know? Where the whole face lights up, and you feel really warm and all… and-“

“I get it, I get it,” you best friend Brendon laughed “she smiled at you.”

“Yes, but like… not just smiled, more like smiled smiled. Like… beamed? Like a spotlight that was just directed at me?”

Brendon giggled and pushed himself up on his elbows, sitting up on the soft carpet on the floor of your room.

“Why don’t you just go and tell her,” he asked, “I’m pretty sure she likes you back.”

“I can’t do that,” you immediately protested, but your heart was beating harder in your chest at the thought. “She’s one of the cool kids, and she could never ever ever ever fancy me in even the slightest!”

Brendon shook his head in disagreement and clicked the pen, which he had picked up from the floor, a few times.

“I just think she’s shy. Maybe you should try and talk to her for a change.”

~*~

Brendon was not wrong, technically.

And you hated it.

Normally talking to someone was not very difficult, right? ‘Hey have you read that book for English Literature already? Me neither!’ ‘Mr. Simpson was in a mood today, don’t you think?’ ‘Have you heard about the new rule on not eating in the corridors? Ridiculous, right?’

But when it came to Nicole, it seemed more realistic to win a Nobel Prize in Physics than to start a conversation with her that would not end with you dying of shame.

You had just taken your seat in the back of the classroom, and pulled out your books, when you noticed the golden glimmer of long, blonde hair from the corner of your eyes. No matter how hard you tried not to look into her direction, you couldn’t help but watch her walk over to her desk, where two girls were already sitting.

You had always assumed the three were friends, but watching their body language and the way Nicole threw her hands in the air in annoyance suddenly made you doubt that. You felt bad for Nicole, and angry at the girls, as she turned around, away from the two, a frown on her face, her eyes searching the room in what almost resembled desperation. When her eyes flickered into your direction, you quickly lowered your head, and pretended to be searching for something in your bag.

“Is this seat taken?”

Nicole’s soft voice always sent butterflies straight to your belly, but hearing it directed at you almost gave you a heart attack. Slowly you looked up to the beautiful student standing in front of you. Her eyes looked sad, and the fingers which she had wrapped around her books, were turning white from gripping them so tightly.

“Sure, please sit down,” you offered, gesturing to the empty chair next to yours, surprised by how calm your voice was.

Shyly she smiled and pulled the chair out, placed the books she had been holding on the table, and sat down. For a moment she kept her head lowered, trying to collect her thoughts, but then she quickly looked up, straight at you.

You returned her inquisitive stare for a few seconds before becoming too aware of how beautiful the girl next to you was. Your heart was already beating in your throat, making you fear the whole school could hear it, but seeing Nicole from so close up, being able to see every single freckle on her nose, made your head spin.

“Sorry,” she suddenly apologized and lowered her eyes, before glancing back up at you. “It’s just… I don’t know. I hope I’m not keeping you from sitting with your friends?”

You rolled your eyes and giggled.

“Have you ever seen someone sit next to me in this class?”

Not to mention that you would choose sitting next to Nicole a thousand times over sitting next to anyone else.

Her eyes watched you carefully, a smile tucking at her lips.

“No, I haven’t”, she admitted.

“So, to what do I owe the honor of your company,” you joked, making her smile broader.

Nicole’s eyes flickered between you and her hands nervously.

“Do you remember how you said in sociology class that the recognition of same sex marriage is one of the most important changes in society this last decade, and that these changes would have been impossible without allies?”

You nodded. Of course you remembered the rant you had given in class a few weeks ago. You especially remembered the confused and annoyed looks from your classmates, though a good part of that was probably also due to the fact that you had mentioned that you were interested in girls.

“Now, my friends aren’t that open when it comes to not being straight.”

You furrowed your brows. What was Nicole saying; that she was not straight?

“Well, you’re always welcome here,” you motioned around you, as if you were talking about a group of people, and not just yourself, “Straight or not.”

“More on the not straight side, but thanks,” Nicole laughed, her nervousness melting away immediately.

Contently you noticed how her shoulders relaxed and her smile grew genuine.

“Do you want to go to lunch together?”

~*~

Everything that happened afterwards seemed like an absolute miracle to you. After lunch you had headed to class together and after school Nicole accompanied you to the local library. Every day after that, you spent the breaks hanging out together, and soon you had turned into close friends. Of course there was still the jumping of your heart in your chest at the mere thought of the beautiful girl, but you grew used to it over time. Sometimes you felt guilty, the thought that you were leading her on pushing itself into your mind continuously. She was in it for the friendship, you thought, but you still pictured what it would be like to be her girlfriend. The thoughts felt forbidden, and you pushed them away as often as possible, trying to tell yourself that you were just friends, nothing more, but there were still moments you failed.

Sometimes late at night, when you were exhausted but unable to fall asleep, your heart got the better of you, listing all the times the interactions between Nicole and you could have been more than friendship.

In these nights the images of how many times she had held your hand while walking down a corridor clouded your mind, the lingering hugs you shared when you said goodbye were burning on your skin, and the countless banters that seemed too much like flirting, dizzied your head. In the morning though, you had to shake all this off.

Yes, maybe everyone knew you were not the straightest girl, but you would never find the courage to tell Nicole that when you had said you liked “girls”, you had actually meant that you liked her.

It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and the mall was flooded with people. Nicole and you had decided on meeting up to look through the records at your favorite store, and maybe go for an ice cream afterwards. Sunlight fell through the glass of the mall’s roof, almost blinding you a little as you ordered the ice cream for Nicole and yourself after an unsuccessful trip to the record store.

The waver cones in hand you maneuvered through the crowd to the bench on which Nicole had been waiting for you.

“How much do you get,” she asked, when you handed her the candy, reaching for her purse.

“Nothing, it’s fine, you’re invited,” you told her, flopping down unceremoniously on the bench next to her.

The radiant smile on her face made your heart speed up almost painfully, drowning out her words of thanks, so you quickly concentrated on licking away the first drops of molten ice cream, as not to give your flustered state away.

Little did you know that your little game of hide and not seek was very badly played. Nicole had noticed your glances and stares long before she even started talking to you, and the conversation in which her now former friends that had revealed their intolerance towards same sex relationships, had actually been about her growing fondness of you.

It had taken all her courage to walk over to you that day and ask for the seat, but she had figured that there would never be another chance like this again, so she had taken it. With a little, knowing smirk, she watched how you concentrated on your ice cream, trying to hide the effect her smile had had on you.

It had become her favorite thing, to make you blush simply by smiling at you, and it was her involuntary reaction to you anyway. When she had been doubtful and nervous in the beginning of your friendship, her confidence had grown rapidly every time she noticed your reaction to her, so knowing you would never be the one making the first step, she finally might find courage to do it herself.

You were oblivious to her thoughts, to her contemplation of how likely it was you would kiss her back if she tried to kiss you, so you kept eating your ice cream. The sun beams of the spring fell through the glass roof, making the mall glow in light and life. Contently you pulled your legs up on the bench and crossed them to sit more comfortably. Silence was spread between Nicole and you, both of you following your thoughts about each other until you had finished the sweet treat.

“So,” Nicole finally spoke up, after having swallowed the last crumbs of her wafer, “Any more plans for today?”

“Nope,” you answered, popping the p, “you?”

She quietly shook her head, her eyes fixed on your lips, which made your heart once again race in your chest.

“Uhm, you got some ice cream…” she pointed at her own lip, showing you where you had a little drop of ice cream clinging to your face.

Quickly you wiped over the spot, using the paper napkin from the wafer, which you had crumbled up in your hand.

“Gone,” you asked, looking at her expectantly.

“No, it’s right here,” she answered, still pointing out the same spot.

Again you wiped over your mouth, checking the napkin for a stain, but again it seemed you had missed it.

“Still?”

“Yeah, let me,”

Nicole scooted closer to you, making you shuffle in your seat nervously for a second, an action that made Nicole smile, but she tried to suppress it.

You offered her the rigid paper napkin, but she ignored your outstretched hand, and leant in closer until her face was only mere inches away from yours.

Breathing suddenly seemed a strange, foreign concept to you. In your chest, your heart was running a thousand miles a second, making you shake slightly with nerves. While one part of your mind was running around in your head, happily panicking, the other one was frozen, over and over mumbling “what’s happening, what’s happening”.

Shyly you looked up at Nicole, her green eyes greeting you gently, calmly, but questioningly. You felt like you were not even sure what you were agreeing to, all you knew was that you wanted to kiss her really, really badly, wanted to hold her as close to you as possible, but when your eyes flickered to her soft, pink lips, before looking back up at her, it was all the consent she needed.

The last inches were closed within the blink of an eye, both of you leaning in at the same time, carefully, yet desperately connecting your lips to each other’s. Without even realizing your hand moved up into her hair, waving your fingers into her soft strands, pulling her as close as your position would allow you. Your other hand was sitting in your lap, closed around the napkin. When Nicole reached up to gently cup your face in her hands, your breath once again hitched at the sensation of her warm hands against your skin.

Far too soon she pulled away from you, a wicked smile pulling on her lips.

“I definitely should try out the ice cream you had,” she smirked, irritating you for a moment.

When you understood what she meant you just rolled your eyes playfully at her, and huffed. Her hand snuck over to you, wrapping around your fingers before she shot you a glance, checking your reaction. Obviously you were smiling brighter than she had ever seen you before, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of your slightly dazed but more than happy expression.

“I’m just wondering if there really was some ice cream on my face or did you just want to kiss me,” you challenged after a few seconds of looking at her dreamily.

“Well my dear,” she giggled, intertwining her fingers with yours tightly, “you’ll never know.”

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Spy AU - Toxin, pt. 1.5

Randomly, last night, I sat down and wrote this.  It takes place shortly after the first thing I wrote with the toxin.  After getting targeted by an enemy while on a mission, Ford is attacked with a toxin that reverts him to being a three-year-old.  In this ficlet, Stan and Angie are taking Ford to find clothes that will fit him and don’t belong to his nieces.  It...doesn’t go as well as any of them would like, but at least Ford gets ice cream before they head home.

              Ford stopped in the middle of the aisle.  While he caught his breath, he looked around at the shelves, covered with various brands of chips and snacks.  The song playing over the store intercom changed from country to pop.  He was staring blankly at a bag of corn chips when Stan rushed back to him.

              “Geez, Sixer, don’t scare me like that,” Stan said, putting a hand on Ford’s shoulder.  “We thought you got kidnapped or something.”  Stan followed Ford’s gaze.  “…Do you want chips?  Is that why you stopped following us?”

              “Not really,” Ford mumbled.

              “Okay.  Why did you do that, then?”

              “I don’t wanna say.”  Ford ducked his head.

              “C’mon.”

              “…My legs got tired,” Ford said reluctantly.  “I was- I was just taking a short break, that’s- that’s all.”  His already small voice got smaller and smaller as his sentence went on.

              “Oh.”  Stan rubbed the back of his neck.  Ford frowned at him.  He clearly had something to say.

              “What?”

              “Nothin’.”

              “Stanley.”  Ford crossed his arms in a gesture more mature than one would normally see in someone his apparent age.  “You’re holding back.  You’ve got a suggestion or comment or something.  Spit it out.”

              “Fine.  There’s a really easy solution to your problem.  Two, actually.”

              “Is one of them finding somewhere to sit for a little while?” Ford asked. Stan shook his head.  Dread began to build in Ford’s chest.  “I’m not going to like it, am I?”

              “No.  No, you aren’t.”  Stan sighed. “Look, you’ve got tiny legs now. Just a fact.  You take a lot more steps than I do to go the same distance.”

              “…I know this.”

              “Yeah, but I’m reminding you, so that…maybe my suggestions don’t upset you as much.”  Stan stuffed his hands in his pockets.  “The way I see it, you’ve got two options, like I said.  Option one is you riding in the cart.”

              “In the baby seat?  No!  I explicitly said I wouldn’t do that, back at the house.”

              “Option two,” Stan continued, “is having me or Angie carry you.”  Ford’s jaw dropped open.  “You can’t keep up with us, Sixer.  You know that.  So if we wanna finish shopping and head back home quickly, you have to choose one of those options.  Your suggestion – taking a break – would take a long time.  ‘Cause it wouldn’t be just one break.  It’d be a lot.  We haven’t even been here a full twenty minutes and you’re already too tired to keep walking.”  Stan smiled sheepishly at Ford.  “It sucks, but them’s the breaks.”

              “I- I can’t do either of those,” Ford whispered.  “You- you can’t make me choose!”  Stan sighed and crouched down to Ford’s eye-height.

              “Either you choose, or I do,” he said firmly.  “I don’t like it, either.  But sometimes you don’t have any good options.”  Ford looked down at his feet.

              “I- I don’t wanna choose,” Ford whispered.  Stan sighed again.

              “Carrying you, it is.”

              “No!  I won’t do it!” Ford protested, stomping his foot instinctively.  He froze, the immaturity of his action crashing over him. Stan scowled and scooped Ford up in his arms, then stood to his full height again.

              “Don’t talk to me like that,” he scolded.  Ford swallowed nervously.

              “S-sorry, I didn’t-” he squeaked out.  Stan groaned.

              “Shit, no, Ford.  I’m- I was the one who fucked up there.  I’ve heard that sorta stuff from my daughters a million times, and I slipped into ‘Dad Mode’. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

              “No, I- that was a reasonable reaction,” Ford said quietly.  “It’s- it’s how you would respond if I was actually a petulant child.  We are in public.”  Stan sighed one more time.

              “Still.  Well, uh, let’s, uh, let’s go find Angie, okay?” he said, feigning a cheerful tone. Ford nodded.  Stan set off.  Ford frowned, frustrated at how much faster they were moving, now that Stan was the one walking.  After a few moments, they found Angie perusing clearance dresses.  “Ang, I found him.”  Angie looked up.  She beamed.

              “Ya most certainly did!  You ready to find some clothes, Stanford?” she chirped.  Ford nodded reluctantly.  Angie paused for a moment, watching the two brothers.  She cocked her head.  “Uh, aren’t ya goin’ to put ‘im down?”  Ford buried his face in Stan’s shirt so that he could pretend he didn’t hear how Stan replied.  Unfortunately, his hearing wasn’t impeded whatsoever.

              “His legs got a bit tired is all,” Stan said.

              “Ah.  Okay.” Angie’s tone was mild, but Ford felt a hot flush rush across his face.  He squeezed his eyes shut.  Stan patted his back gently, but while the gesture was supposed to be comforting, it just frustrated Ford more.  They started moving again.  Ford could hear Angie humming softly.

              Why does she do that so much? It’s- it’s- His agitation began to slip away.  -it’s very soothing.  He sighed.  Angie knows what she’s doing.  So does Stan, for that matter.  They’re both excellent parents.  His comfortable position, snuggled against Stan’s chest, was disrupted as Stan carefully peeled him off and set him down on the ground. Ford looked up at Stan.  Stan chuckled and ruffled his hair.

              “That’s a damn cute face, Sixer.”  Ford blinked at the compliment.  Stan grinned. It was the affectionate smile of someone looking at an endearingly adorable child.

              “Stanford, sweetheart, come over here,” Angie called.  Ford looked over.  Angie was standing next to a display of various shirts, frowning at a sweater emblazoned with the Loch Ness Monster on the front.  “This looks like somethin’ ya might enjoy.”  Ford walked over to where Angie was standing.  She held the sweater up.  “Right size, seems like.”  Ford stared silently at the sweater.  In Angie’s hands, its minute size was clear.  He glanced past Angie, at a nearby boy being helped by a woman he assumed was the child’s mom.  Distress churned in Ford’s stomach.

              I’m…so small right now.  That- that literal toddler is taller than me.

              “Well?” Angie asked.  “Do ya like it?”

              “Yeah, it’s- it’s fine,” Ford choked out.  Angie set the sweater back on the display and crouched down.  Ford determinedly looked away from her worried gaze. He hurriedly wiped away a couple tears that had escaped from his eyes.  “I- I like it.”

              “Hon, are you all right?” Angie asked softly.  Ford let out a loud sniff.  Seemingly summoned by the noise, Stan appeared at Ford’s side.

              “Bud?” Stan asked quietly, crouching next to Ford.  “Somethin’ wrong?”  Ford clenched his hands into fists and pressed them tight against his eyes. “Ang, you’ve got his size now, right? Think you can handle it on your own?”

              “Sure,” Angie said.  “Just keep yer phone on ya, and I’ll find ya when I’m done.”  Ford felt Stan carefully pick him up.  He let out a sob.

              “C’mon, buddy,” Stan said soothingly, rubbing his back.  “We’re gonna go for a little walk, okay?”

              “B-but the clo- the clothes,” Ford sobbed.

              “Angie’s gonna handle it.  She’s better at this stuff anyways.  Wanna go to the food court?”

              “I- I-”

              “Yeah, let’s go to the food court,” Stan continued.  “Get some ice cream.  Okay?”

              “O- okay.”  Stan began to walk.  Ford could hear the change from the generic radio station to the faint background chatter of the mall thoroughfare.  Stan was humming to himself like he often did when doing everyday tasks.  The mundanity of the sound calmed Ford.  He finally opened his eyes and peered over Stan’s shoulder.  Immediately, he wished he hadn’t.  There were two teenage girls walking behind Stan, clearly having spent a full day shopping. They were also clearly watching Ford with wide eyes.  One of the girls, short with red hair piled in buns, saw Ford looking at them and elbowed her much taller friend excitedly.  Her friend gasped and covered her mouth.

              “Oh, my gosh, he’s so cute!” the taller of the two girls gushed.  Ford looked away, blushing.

              “You scared him!” the other girl said.  Stan’s pace picked up.

              “Don’t worry, we’re almost there,” Stan said softly.  “Just ignore ‘em.”  Ford nodded silently.

              After a few more incidents of Ford catching people watching him, they finally arrived at the food court.  Ford let out a relieved sigh.  They went through the line at the ice cream place without incident, but Ford’s delicate good mood was strained by Stan grabbing a booster seat for Ford to sit on at a table.  As Stan set up the booster seat and put Ford in it, Ford stared at him pleadingly.

              “Please don’t do this,” Ford whispered.  Stan’s expression was wracked with guilt.

              “…I don’t have a choice.  Not- not only would it be suspicious, but it’s not safe.  You have to use the booster.”  Seemingly acting on instinct, he kissed the top of Ford’s head.  “All right, eat up.  Can’t let it melt.”  Stan handed Ford his scoop of butter pecan in a dish and took a seat, then attacked his own treat, a chocolate cone.  A few bites into his ice cream, Ford could feel himself perking up.

              “Excuse me?”  Stan and Ford looked over.  The speaker was a woman neither of them recognized, holding a baby carrier occupied by a sleeping infant.

              “Uh, you talking to me?” Stan asked.  The woman nodded.

              “I was just wondering – how did you teach your son such good table manners?” she asked.  Stan frowned.

              “My son?” he asked.  Ford coughed quietly.  Stan looked at him.  His eyes widened.  “Oh, yeah, uh- he, uh-”  Stan’s stammering was suddenly replaced by a suave demeanor, as he slipped into his spy training.  He beamed. “Stan Junior here, he didn’t get that from me.  You’d have to ask his stepmom.  She’s the one that taught him all his good manners.”  Stan grinned at Ford.  “Isn’t that right, Junior?”  Ford stared silently at him, unsure of what a three-year-old in this situation would do. Stan chuckled.  “He’s a bit shy.”

              “Aw, well, I am some strange, random lady that walked up to the two of you,” the woman said with a laugh.  “Thanks anyways.”

              “No problem.”

              “Have a good day, Stan Junior,” the woman cooed at Ford.  She walked away.  Ford scowled.

              “Really?  Stan Junior?” he hissed.

              “It was the first thing that popped into my head.”

              “I thought you were better than that at improvisation.”

              “Hey, that coulda gone way worse,” Stan said defensively.  “Finish your ice cream.”

              “Ya didn’t get me anything?” a familiar voice asked.  Angie took a seat at their table.  Stan grinned.

              “Nah.  This was a special treat for just us guys.  Right, buddy?” Stan said, winking at Ford.  Ford quirked a small smile; Stan’s exuberance was contagious.

              “Hon, I think ya can lay it off a bit,” Angie said quietly.  “Not many folks ‘re payin’ attention.  There’s plenty of cute lil kidlets at the food court.”

              “Oh.  Yeah.” Stan rubbed the back of his neck. “Dammit.  I’ve been slipping into ‘Dad Mode’ with Ford a lot.”  Angie put a hand on Stan’s back.

              “Yer adjustin’.  We all are.” She looked at Ford.  “How are ya holdin’ up?”  Ford shrugged.

              “All right, I guess.”  He poked at his ice cream.  “Didn’t like the people who kept looking at me,” he muttered.  Angie frowned, confused.

              “Buncha teens and old ladies thought he was cute and stared at him,” Stan explained.

              “Ah.  Well, that’d happen, since ya are mighty cute,” Angie said.  Ford sighed.

              “Yeah, I…I guess it’s a curse.”  Angie and Stan chuckled.  Stan shoved the last bit of his ice cream cone into his mouth and stood.

              “I’m gonna hit the john before we head out.”  He kissed Angie on cheek.  “Back in a minute, babe.”

              “I’ll hold ya to that, darlin’,” Angie said teasingly.  Stan walked off, ruffling Ford’s hair on the way.  Angie moved closer to Ford.  “Here.”  She carefully messed with his rambunctious curls, returning them to something more closely resembling a neat hairstyle.  “Better?”

              “Yeah.  Thanks.”

              “It ain’t no problem, sugar-cube.”  Angie grimaced.  “Oh. Whoops.  Sorry ‘bout that.”

              “It’s fine.  No worse than Stan scolding me earlier, or him carrying me everywhere.”

              “He calls ya ‘buddy’ a lot, too, I noticed.”

              “I don’t mind that as much.”

              “Good.  ‘Cause I don’t see that lettin’ up any time soon.  Stan, uh, he really wants a son.  Lately, I’ve caught him mumblin’ in his sleep ‘bout throwin’ a football to someone he calls ‘sport’.”  Angie smiled sheepishly.

              “That might explain why when a lady asked about me, he called me Stan Junior,” Ford commented.  Angie laughed.

              “Oh, that’s right!  He put that name on the list.  I told him that under no condition would I name my son Stan Junior, but he didn’t care.” Ford cocked his head.

              “Are- are you and Stan-”

              “No,” Angie interjected.  She shook her head.  “Not- not yet, at least.  Just talking about trying again.”

              “Remember the last time you and Stan were ‘just talking’?” Ford said, raising an eyebrow.  Angie chuckled.

              “I remember.  I remember very well what happened. We’re tryin’ to be a bit more careful this time.”  Angie smiled warmly.  “Sorry that yer trip to the mall was so upsettin’.  Hopefully I picked out some clothes that ya like.”

              “You have good taste.  I’m sure it’s fine,” Ford said with a shrug.  Stan returned to the table.

              “All done with your ice cream?” Stan asked.  Ford stuffed the last bite into his mouth, swallowed, and nodded. “Great.  Let’s get goin’.  Want me to pick you up again, Sixer?  We’d get to the car faster that way.”

              “I know,” Ford said.  “And I’m feeling slightly better about that particular fact now.  But…maybe Angie would carry me?”  Stan’s mouth fell open in a surprised “O”.

              “Ya sure?” Angie asked.

              “You two are incredibly surprised by this,” Ford remarked.

              “I mean, ya did know Stan when ya were this age the first time ‘round,” Angie said.  Ford shrugged.

              “Fair enough.  But Stan claimed you were my stepmom, and that’s something a stepmom would do, right? And I don’t think I can handle the embarrassment of my younger brother carrying me again.  At least, not today.”

              “If yer sure,” Angie said.  Ford nodded. Angie stood and picked Ford up from his booster seat.  As she carefully nestled Ford into a comfortable position, he thought about how this was different from being carried by Stan.  Her patterned blouse was softer than Stan’s T-shirt, and she smelled like citrus and sweet peas, much more appealing to Ford than Stan’s usual aroma of motor oil, cigar smoke, and whiskey.  “Comfy?” Angie asked.

              “As I’ll ever be,” Ford said.  Angie stroked his back.

              “That’s good enough fer me.  Let’s head home.”

[machine-gunn-eddie]

Grease is the Word

A/N: *sliding this across the table to @tozawas * please be my friend

Hello all! I have only a vague knowledge of NXT kids but I love my garbage husband and would very much like him to hang with Nikki Cross. Takeover: Wargames is fresh in my mind so this is set after it, with Deano still in the Shield and everything. (I’m sorry it sucks Mariam I just wanted to write ya something!)

Part Two here: [link]

Dean meets Nikki when she hits him in the back of the head.

Dean’s got the hood of his oversize Shield sweatshirt up, lurking backstage at NXT. He’s just here to visit some old friends, so he’s keeping a low profile. The last thing he wants is one of the NXT kids playing tattletale and letting Regal know that Dean Ambrose is sneaking around backstage at Full Sail.

He’s found a cozy spot in the shadows in range of a monitor, watching the action on screen, when something cracks the back of his head like a metal kendo stick.

Dean stumbles forward, his hands coming up to protect the back of his head, more than a little shocked at the sudden impact.

“What the hell?” Dean shouts, swinging wildly at whoever is attacking him. His arm connects, his attacker letting out a (feminine?) grunt and falling back to the floor.

He doesn't expect to see Nikki Cross sprawled out, looking up at him.

She’s somewhere between confused and angry, and Dean realizes his hood got knocked off when he tried to defend himself.

“You’re not Adam Cole,” Nikki says.

“No, I'm not,” Dean huffs. That hurt, damn it.

Nikki scrambles back up to her feet, grabbing the broom that had fallen beside her and brandishing it like a weapon.

“Well, you’re not with him, right?” Nikki asks, ready to give him another whack.

“...no?” Dean replies, holding his hands up.

“Right then,” Nikki says, lowering the broom. Dean relaxes only slightly. “Eric said we had to watch our backs.”

“Right,” Dean agrees. “Wait...did you hit me with that broom?”

“There was nothin’ else around,” Nikki shrugs, thumbing over her shoulder at the cleaning supplies resting in a corner.

Dean just starts laughing because really, being hit with a broom is probably the least deadly weapon he’s been assaulted with in recent years, and the image of Nikki trying to hit him like he’s a greasy, 6’5” piñata is too damn hilarious.

Nikki thinks it's funny too, and cackles alongside him, grinning wildly.

When they finally stop, gasping for air, Dean isn't sure what else to say to her. So he just goes with the first thing that comes to mind.

“Wanna get some ice cream?”

…

“Dogs’a great,” Nikki says, licking the runny ice cream off the cone before it reaches her hand.

“Hell yeah,” Dean agrees wholeheartedly. There is definitely Moose Tracks in his beard, but he’s having a blast dog watching with SAnitY’s finest. Luckily the random ice cream shop they had picked was near a dog park, where they’re currently swinging their legs (or in Dean’s case, trying to) on a bench.

“I love big ones, like that one,” Nikki says, pointing at a Samoyed. Her accent is thick, but Dean thinks it just makes her sound more enthused. “But I also like small ones. I like all of them, really. I like cats too but I'm allergic, so I guess I like dogs more.”

“I'm biased,” Dean admits, watching the Samoyed play fetch with its owner. “I never had any breed I liked the best, but having Blue, I’m gonna have to say bulldog.”

“Bulldogs are great,” Nikki agrees. “They got those big cheeks,” she says, taking a moment to puff her cheeks out as reference.

“Watch it,” Dean warns, pointing to the melting cookie dough ice cream trickling dangerously close to Nikki’s hand.

“Oh jaysus,” Nikki mumbles, licking at the cone and wiping the excess on her jeans. Jeans are just great like that. Dean would know.

…

“We’re about chaos, I suppose,” Nikki responds thoughtfully to the question Dean proposed. “We’re here to be heard and seen. A family of rejects maybe, but we’re a family. Eric says we have to bring chaos because we’re chosen to do so. SAnitY through madness.”

“That’s cool,” Dean nods, meandering down the walking path with Nikki. “We’re about justice, obviously, whatever that is. I'm not even sure I know. We just beat people up and look cool doing it.”

Dean shrugs but it gets a laugh out of Nikki.

“We’re a family too, for better or for worse,” Dean continues. “Some days I still gotta stop myself from trying to punch Seth in the face, but I guess that’s how brothers work, or something. Roman’s better at talking about this stuff.”

…

Dean didn’t really intend on hanging around Florida for longer, but hey, he’s got some skymiles about to expire and he did promise Roman he’d come visit the kids soon.

If he ends up hanging around Orlando for longer well, that’s that.

“Hullo!” Nikki waves, jumping down from the machine she was sitting on to come say hi. Dean wasn't really a Performance Center regular, but with most people out on tour there aren't too many people hanging around. The other members of SAnitY, who are spread throughout the gym, wave as well.

“Well hey there miss,” Dean drawls, with an imaginary hat tip. Terrible, but Nikki finds it funny. “Thought I’d drop by and say hello to the future NXT women’s champion, and look who it is!”

“Terrible,” Nikki starts to say, laughing, when an unfamiliar voice enters the gym, causing her to freeze and turn on her heels.

“Well if it isn't inSAnitY, my favorite team of crazies,” Adam Cole sneers, with Fish and O'Reilly shadowing him. “How’s the losing life treating you boys?”

“Cole,” Eric growls, looking up from where he had been spotting Killian. “What do you want?”

“Oh nothing, just making our victory run, taking in the sights,” Adam says, with a shrug and thinly veiled sarcasm. Eric, Alexander, and Killian make their way over to face the Undisputed Era. Nikki glances back at Dean quickly, with an apologetic look, and moves in as well, staying back and to the side.

Dean isn't really sure what to do here, but he doubts this'll end peacefully.

“We’ve already settled our score in the ring,” Eric says. “We’ve been to war and back already. As for losing, we wouldn't know.” Young grins widely and Cole’s smug expression falters just a little. “We are still the NXT tag team champions, correct?”

“Not for long,” Cole grits, clenching his fists.

Dean isn't sure who starts it, but suddenly fists are flying and Nikki’s climbed up on a bench to scream insults and cheer on her brothers.

Instinctively, Dean tries to get closer, but he knows he’s no referee, and he’s not sure he could break up the fight at this point. He gets close to the action, not really sure where he’s supposed to jump in, but deciding he’s backing SAnitY in this one.

SAnitY seems to have it all figured out anyway, as Adam frantically signals for a retreat, scrambling away with Fish in tow. O’Reilly isn't so lucky, as Wolfe’s got a grip on him and swings him around when he tries to make a break for it.

Swings him right into Dean.

Dean grabs Kyle before he knocks them both over. Suddenly everyone is looking at him, and Dean really doesn't know what he’s supposed to do in this situation, and he’s pretty sure this could get him fired. Then, in the span of a second, a couple of things become very clear to one Dean Ambrose:

You know exactly what to do and William Regal can kiss my ass anyway.

So, naturally, Dean lifts O’Reilly’s arms and Dirty Deeds’ him into the gym floor.

Dean rolls back to his feet, brushing off imaginary dirt, satisfied at seeing the fear of God in Cole and Fish’s face. Eric, Alexander, and Killian are ecstatic. Dean looks over at Nikki and has to laugh; today might as well be Christmas from the smile she’s sporting. Nikki jumps down from the bench, laughing and running over to Dean excitedly.

What Dean didn't know, was that right as he’d hit the Deeds, Seth Rollins had turned the corner and seen the whole thing. Just his luck.

“What the hell, Ambrose?!” Seth shouts, storming over to confront Dean, who had totally forgot Seth was on his way to meet him. Shit, Dean doesn't know where to even begin talking his way out of this one.

Seth reaches out and grips Dean’s arm, fully intending on shaking him and chewing him out, when he is sent stumbling back by the collision of a fist to his face.

Seth is dazedly rubbing at his cheek, hissing out a nasally “ow,” and truth be told it took Dean a second to realize he wasn't the one to throw the punch.

He looks over at Nikki, jaw dropped, as she just grabs at her hair and bounces in place.

“Should I do it again?” Nikki asks, unsure, watching Seth shake it off.

Dean nearly busts his guts laughing.

(Much to Seth's displeasure.)

“We’re gonna be friends for a long while, little sister,” Dean gets out, wiping tears out of his eyes and throwing an arm around Nikki.

Nikki grins. She’s up to four brothers now, and she couldn't be happier.

[lovethyfanperson]

Ice-Cream Date (Connor Murphy x Reader)

Words: 2,959

Plot: After months of doing pot together, Connor takes the reader out on a date for ice-cream.

Characters: Connor Murphy and Y/N L/N

A/N: I’m posting this because I asked @imagine-boyo if I should (over ANON) and he said yes, so yea.

Warnings: Cussing (like, a lot), use of weed by both Connor and the reader, and just horrid grammar/writing all around.

“Connor!” You call out to your date, but he ignores you and continues to walk. “Connor!” You shout again, running to catch up with him. You take a hold of his jacket sleeve and tug.

“What?” He sighs. He doesn’t stop walking but tilts his head to look at you. You look back at his car with a sigh, looping your arm with his so you could keep up.

“You double parked.” You tell him, though you’re positive that he already knew.

“Yeah, I know.” He confirms your suspicions, followed with a light shrug. “We’ll only be here for a few minutes. It doesn’t matter.” He steps up onto the sidewalk and pulls you towards the ice-cream shop doors. When he pulls his arm away from you, you worry that you’ve done something wrong, but calm down when you see that he’s stepped back to hold the door open for you.

“Are you sure?” You ask hesitantly as you enter the shop.

“With the town we live in? I’m positive, (y/n/n).” He says smoothly, placing a hand on the small of your back. The action, in your eyes, was a bit out of character for the Connor Murphy. Everyone at school had warned you about him when you first arrived, but after a few weeks of sitting next to him in Government, you found yourself interested in the isolated teen.

You tried multiple times to speak with him, but he would blow you off, ignore you, or leave as soon as he saw you coming. So, when you slipped a small piece of paper with your name and number on it into his bag you were ecstatic to receive a text from him a few days later. Your friendship was rocky. He would only talk to you through text or small grunts during and outside of class. And his messages usually consisted of one-word replies.

That all changed the day you found him after school, smoking weed by the boy’s locker room. You’d recognized the smell almost immediately, as your house smelled like it half the time.

“Piss off.” He’d said to you, but you had taken the seat beside him on the ground, searching through your bag. He didn’t say anything else and looked about ready to leave by the time you pulled what you were looking for out of your bag.

“I, uh, prefer the… edible kind?” You’d told him, jiggling the bag of pot brownies slightly. He kept his eyes on the bag as you opened it, and broke off a small piece, offering it to him. “My brother helped me make ‘em. Want some?” He looked from the brownie to your face with a hard glare.

“I prefer the smokeable kind.” He’d snapped. You simply shrugged.

“Suit yourself, Murphy.” You’d told him before shoving a full brownie into your mouth.

After that incident, you’d often find Connor by the locker rooms getting high and join him. After your fourth time coming around, you convinced him to try one of your special brownies.

“Only if you take a few hits.” He told you, holding out a freshly rolled joint.

“Deal.”

You found yourself enjoying the time you spent with Connor, even though half the time you were both higher than the sky. Then he began talking to you during school when there was not a spot of redness in either of your gazes that wasn’t ‘supposed to be there’ (as your brother had once put it). He was hostile at times when others seemed to get too close for comfort while laughing. You’d always stand there, listening to him rant about all the assholes at school with a calm smile, glad he had finally accepted that you wanted to be his friend. You remember the day he asked you on this ice-cream date. It was actually quite a funny experience. School had just ended, and you were going to meet up with him to get high again. You found him on a small, concrete bench rather with a joint pressed to his lips, unlit. You sat beside him, opening your brownie bag. Before you can get your usual greeting out, Connor removes the joint from his mouth.

“Go on a date with me.” He said bluntly. You sat stiff, wondering if you had heard him correctly.

“What?” You turned to him, placing your half-open bag of edibles into your lap. Connor refused to look your way.

“Go on a date with me.” He said again, this time much quieter. “Or don’t. I don’t fucking care.” He finished defensively.

“If you didn’t fucking care, Connor,” You sighed. “You wouldn’t have repeated yourself.” You smiled at him, and he whipped his head around to face you. He looked about ready to yell, so you swooped forward and pressed a kiss against his warm cheek. “You could have just asked, you shit-head.” You mumble. “I’ll go on a date with you.”

Now here you were, standing in Cold Stones, waiting to get yourself Cotton Candy ice-cream with Connor Freaking Murphy. As the two of you came closer to the front of the line, you began to worry that some jackass might tow Connors car. Not that the car worried you much – his parents could pay to get the car back (and as far as you know, they’d done it before). You were more worried about the weed in Connor’s backpack and the brownies in your own.

“Hey, (y/n/n),” Connor nudges you, snapping you from your thoughts. You look at Connor. “Are you gonna, you know, order?” You scoff, turning to the annoyed Cold-Stones worker.

“Cotton Candy shake, please, with… Marshmallows.” You tell him. He quickly gets to work, and you turn back to Connor who is making a face at you. “What?”

“It’s… blue.” He points out. You glare at him.

“Yours is green, Murphy.” You point out as the other Cold Stones worker passes him his ice-cream cone.

“Yeah, but Mint Chip fucking rocks.” You smack your date in the arm.

“I didn’t say it doesn’t. Watch your mouth, there are kids.” You nod towards the line where a suburban mother was glaring at Connor, her young daughter pressed firmly into her side. Connor rolls his eyes and makes his way towards the register section of the counter. You follow him, and the both of you wait for your shake to be finished. The boy behind the counter swaggers up to the register, setting your cup down roughly onto the counter. You roll your eyes and take the cup before reaching to get your wallet.

“Whoa, whoa,” Connor stops you. “Chill out Y/N/N. This is a date. I’m paying.” The guy behind the cash register sneers at the two of you.

“Not a very original date idea.” He says venomously. You stiffen when you see Connor’s grip on his wallet tighten.

“Not a very original hair style, bowl cut.” You loop your arm with Connor’s again and squeeze his bicep tightly.

“Connor, please.” You whisper to him. “Not here. Let’s have a nice date, okay?” You watch Connor close his eyes, and take in a deep breath.

“We are having a nice date.” He tells you, handing the dick behind the counter a few dollar bills. “Keep the change, and buy yourself a better personality, asshole.” Connor slips his arm away from you, taking your hand in his before rushing out of Cold Stones.

Your brain has barely registered what happened by the time you’re sitting in Connor’s car, buckled up and ready to drive away. Connor sighs in frustration and passes you his cone.

“Hold this.” He grumbles. You two sit in silence as he drives. You go over the previous events in your head once. Then twice. And when you finally realized what happen, you snorted. “What?” Connor snaps, clearly annoyed. You turn to him.

“He did have a bowl cut.” You say, biting your lip to stifle a laugh. “And that was a pretty sic burn you made back there, Murphy.” Connor doesn't respond immediately but scoffs and rolled his eyes.

“You talk to Kleinman too much.” He tells you.

“You say that as if it was the worst thing in the world.”

“You’re right. You could be talking to my sister.” He says. You raise an eyebrow.

“Was that a… joke?” You inquire, slightly amused. Connor shrugs.

“Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t.” He says, not bothering to use his blinker as he makes a right turn. You cringe at the sound of someone blaring their horn at him, but Connor seems unaffected by it.

“Fucking dork.” You roll your eyes at him and settle into your seat. You make a poor attempt at sucking the thick shake up through the stick-thing straw, groaning in frustration when nothing came up.

“Suck any harder and your face just might burst.” Connor snorts. You turn to glare at him.

“Just remember Murphy, I’m the one holding your ice-cream.” You remind your date, waving the slightly melted cone around teasingly. You swear you saw a pout cross over Connor’s face before he glares at you out of the corner of his eye.

The two of you drove only a few more minutes before arriving at your destination - the abandoned park on the other side of town, away from both of your families. While you love your brother and mom to death, you couldn’t stand the constant arguments between the two. Usually, it was about who took whose weed, although half the time it was you who took it to make your brownies.

Connor, on the other hand, could not stand his family. You'd known this from almost the beginning. You’d only ever spoken to his sister once, and you could tell from that single conversation that she and Connor were nothing alike - and thus, you avoided befriending her in favor of her brother. Not that you’d admit that out loud.

The two of you exited the car, but not before you shoved your bag of brownies into the pocket of your favorite hoodie. You passed Connor his cone, which he immediately began to lap up. You checked your hand to make sure none of it had melted onto your skin.

“C’mon, I know a spot,” Connor said, holding out his free hand. You hesitate before lacing your fingers with his, letting him pull you along past the yellow caution tape. He didn’t seem like a very physically (or emotionally, in all honesty) affectionate person.

“Why is this place closed again?” You inquire, hoping to strike up a conversation. Connor shrugs.

“I dunno. Probably because whoever built it was a lazy ass motherfucker and the first time a kid went down the slide,” he motioned with his ice-cream to the sad, destroyed, red slide that attached to a sadder looking jungle gym. “It broke.”

“I see.” You nod, picking up your pace to keep up with Connor’s long strides. He doesn’t say anything more, so you try again. “Where are we going?”

“You ask a lot of fuckin’ questions, yah know?” Connor states though the laugh that follows tells you he might not mind. “Don’t get your panties in a twist, it’s not too far.” He assures you. You hum softly, tapping your fingers gently against the back of his hand. The two of you walk in silence, entering the heavily wooded area to the left of the park. You open your mouth to make an axe-murder joke but thought better of it seeing as most people called Connor a freak and your joke might make him defensive. After all, you don’t want to mess up the perfect date with a guy you actually liked.

When the two of you stop, Connor lets go of your hand. He motions to a large rock a few feet ahead of you, which had a wooden bench propped against it.

“That’s not horror-movie-esque as all.” You mentally slap yourself for your comment and chuckle nervously. To your surprise, Connor simply shrugs.

“This used to be a hiking trail, but, yah know. No one fucking hikes in this town.”

“You know a lot about this town, huh?” You ask him as the two of you take a seat on the unstable bench. Connor shrugs again.

“I google a lot of shit when I’m high.”

“And you remember everything?” You tease. Your heart flutters a bit as he laughs.

“Fuck no! High me just never closes the fucking tabs.” You snort, pulling the brownies out of your pocket with your free hand. Connor stares at them longingly but shakes his head quickly. “W-wait.” You raise an eyebrow. “Let’s… not get high… right now.” You’re positive your surprise is evident on your face because Connor begins to defend himself. “I-I just want to have a nice date, and I’m not always the nicest person high… I want to remember this tomorrow. All of it.” Your heart pumps rapidly inside your chest as you grin giddily, shoving the brownies back into your pocket.

“Alrighty.” The fact that Connor didn’t want to get high was a first, but his confession was… sweet. You want to remember everything as well.

You were on cloud nine by the time you and Connor got up to leave. He’d been so sweet, listening to everything you had to say - and you did the same in return. He mostly complained about how unhelpful his family was, and how everyone at school didn’t help either. And he told you that, in his opinion, you were helping him by just being there each day after school.

“I’m not really… doing anything.” You told him with a shrug. “I’m just… being your friend.”

“More than any of the other fucknuggets at that school have done.” He’d told you.

Now you two were walking back out of the woods, towards the park and his car. Towards the end of your date. Your heart sunk in your chest - was it really over?

“We should do this again sometime.” You blurt out hoping with all your heart that you didn’t come off as too desperate. He glances back at you, then shrugs again. You’ve noticed that he shrugs often

“If you want.” He says. You speed up a bit to keep pace and smile triumphantly when he takes your hand again(not that you’d admit it out loud, but that was what you were hoping for). “You’re kinda short, you know that?”

“I am not!” You scoff. “I’m average. You’re just a giraffe.” You bump his hip with your own.

“No arguments here.” He laughs. He’d been laughing a lot during your date, an unusual change from his usually defensive demeanor. You thought he looked beautiful happy. But you wouldn’t say that out loud - not yet anyways.

The drive back to your place is pleasantly silent, and music plays quietly from the radio. As Connor turns onto your street, you can’t help but feel disappointed. Your mom was probably home so Connor wouldn’t be allowed to come in. She had a strict ‘no boys in the house’ rule. You were surprised she let your brother in through the front door sometimes.

Connor parks his car a few houses down from your own and unbuckles his seat belt.

“Um- my mom doesn’t like boys in the house.” You tell him. He looks at you, and for a moment you’re afraid you’ve said something wrong.

“I was just gonna walk you to the door.” He says plainly. You can feel your face heat up.

“O-oh, okay.” You rush to get yourself out of the car, slightly embarrassed. Of course, he was just walking you to your door. Why would Connor Murphy want to come inside your home? You stand by the side of his car, watching as he steps out and walks to your side. The two of you walk up your driveway, and you lead him onto the porch. “Well, this is it.” You chuckle nervously. Your eyes widen as he begins to lean down, going into kiss you. You place a single finger on his lips, and his eyes widen. He jerks back, opening his mouth to apologize, but you shake your head. “Rule number seventy-seven of being in high school. Never kiss on the first date.” WHAT ARE YOU SAYING, you chastise yourself. Of course, you wanted to kiss him. You take is face between your hands and place a soft kiss on his forehead. “Arcade? Next Friday?” You watch with amusement as his face turns a light shade of pink. Connor stands up straight and clears his throat.

“I-I’m down. What time?” He stutters.

“After school? Meet me by the locker room?” He nods quickly, clearing his throat again.

“Sounds like a plan.” He confirms. You two stand there, staring at each other. “I’ll, um, see you in school?” He sounds uncertain.

“See you in school, Murphy.” You turn to the door, testing the knob. The door swings open, and you step inside. “I had fun, by the way.” You tell him. Connor smiles at you.

“Me too.” He waves. “Bye.”

“Bye.” You watch intently as Connor turns around. You don’t want him to go just yet. As he reaches the bottom step of the landing, you call out to him. “Wait!” He turns, confused. You rush to the step directly above him and grab his face. Screw it, you think to yourself before pressing your lips to his. You can’t tell if he’s surprised or repulsed, but you pull away before you can find out. “Um… rules are… made to be broken.” You tell him. Before he can respond you’re back inside your house. “Bye, Connor!” You close the door and begin mentally preparing yourself for your next date.

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Lick Me ‘Til Ice Cream

Request: -

Warning(s): Just filth. Pure filth, daddy kink, inappropriate use of ice-cream

Word count: 2.9k

          She thought that she'd never get tired of being intimate with her boyfriend. That they'd always keep it new and playful in the bedroom. Never once thinking that her lover would one day fail to make her feel like their relationship was something extraordinary, as it was. However, no matter how hard he pounded or how deep he filled her, it never felt more than a quick fuck in her mind. The same old tricks of the trade when she knew he had something more up his sleeve.

The man was the Clown Prince of Crime.

The King of Gotham.

The Joker.

He wasn't a boring man, nor an uninteresting man. In fact, early on in their relationship, he had used toys. He had used foreplay. He even tried his hand at dirty talking. But low and behold, their sex-life had dwindled away to the point where she had no more excitement left in her. It was like their spark had died out and they now had to settle for... simple sex.

She refused to believe that there was nothing they could try to spice things up. But every time she tried to advance on him, he would just shrug her off and slide into bed. Playing it off with a cold,

"The heist took it out of me. We can do it in the morning."

He was gone before she woke up every morning.

Come to think of it, she hardly saw him anymore, even if he was in the house with her. He was always either out on a heist or in his office all day trying to plan for the next one. She wasn't allowed in his secret sanctuary of high-security safes with stolen money and top secret files only he had the right to just look at.

She missed him.

She missed her lover with his never-out-of-place vibrant green hair she could spot from a mile away. His wild cackle he calls a "laugh" that he only softened for her. His o-so-kissable bright red lips that he always used to steal her lipstick to paint over. His dark, meaningful tattoos that contrasted so well with his beautiful bleached body. The way he moved, the way he expressed himself that made grown men shake in his presence.

She just wanted him back.

She wanted to kiss her boyfriend.

She wanted to hold her boyfriend.

She feared that she might actually go just as insane as he was if she didn't find a way to attract him again.

Of course, she had the pleasure of making him feel good and that made her happy. But what kind of girl doesn't want to show herself off for her man? Who doesn't want that special attention from the one she loves?

Deciding that it was time to take immediate action, she knew that her plan would go one of two ways. Either it would end up with her being sprawled out on the huge mahogany desk in his private office being "taken care of", or, end up with her being screamed at for thinking she could enter his untouched room without permission and injure their intimacy further.

"Fuck it," she thought aloud, "Ride or die type, right? Let's give him the choice of whether or not he actually wants me to ride or die."

          Coming home with bags upon bags filled with tubs of ice-cream, she now started to wonder if their freezer was big enough to fit all of them inside.

Subconsciously, she shrugged her shoulders as she literally stopped in the middle of their living area to think about it before continuing to haul the bags to the kitchen.

"Oh, Mister J, you're gonna love me." She muttered to herself as she giggled at the thought of her plan.

Beginning to put all of the tubs in the freezer, she heard a door slam and footsteps padding along the floor.

Was that him?

He's out of the office for once in his abnormal life?

Rushing to where the footsteps could be heard, she spotted his signature fluorescent hair and practically sprinted to the man she had grown to love. He was wearing, as usual, no shirt but she didn't complain. Who would? The man was practically crafted by the Gods. His tight-fitting trousers hung low on his hips, exposing his prominent V-line which made her mouth water. She enveloped him in a giant bear hug as she jumped and swung her legs around his torso while snuggling her face into his neck.

"Doll, you're killing me here." His deep, gravelly voice sounded as he wrapped his arms around the girl that had attached herself to him to ensure she wouldn't fall.

She loosened her grip, only slightly, and lifted her head up to look him in his blue, icy eyes. Another thing she missed about him.

"You're out! I feel like I haven't seen you for 53 years!" Her excitement was bubbling as she had no intention of suppressing it.

"But... You're only 21."

"You can shut up."

"I'm offended."

"Just kiss me."

And so he did. Their lips crashed together and moulded perfectly as if they were missing puzzle pieces and were only made for one another. The smiles both of them had on their faces during that rare moment were ones of pure dedication and trust between two people.

The innocent kiss escalated into something more heated when he pushed her up against the wall, his hands either side of her head and her legs tightening around his abdomen to bring him closer. Hands reached up into his silky hair and tugged gently, making a groan escape from his open lips before he nibbled on her bottom lip and moving to her neck. She kept her eyes closed and focused on the man pressing into her as she felt him sucking on her sensitive skin.

She nearly lost herself in the little bubble they had created around them but she realised she still had a plan to carry out amidst all the sexual tension. She caressed his cheek, pulling him up to meet his gaze and bit her lip.

"As much as I want you to take me right here, right now, I got something planned out especially for you, Daddy."

Unwrapping her legs, she let him go and instantly felt lost without the pressure of his body pushed against hers. Instinctively following behind her, his vision now clouded over with a sense of lust and want, her boyfriend grabbed her wrist and turned her around. She slammed into his chest with the force he exuberated on her before smirking up at him, gently rubbing their bodies together to create friction.

"Where do you think you're going, doll face? Daddy isn't finished with you yet." The low growl coming from him indicating he needed her now and was not prepared to wait for a stupid plan she thought of.

"Mm, but you'll like this surprise, J, I can guarantee you. Just be patient with me? Please?" She pecked his lips, hoping he'd understand what she was trying to do and listen to her. "Go back into the office and wait for me. I'll be there in T-5 minutes."

She knew to talk in "heist-terms", as she liked to call it, made him excited and that's exactly what happened since she felt him twitch through his tight trousers. A smile and a wink were sent in his direction while she walked off. Surprised that he didn't protest when she brought up the subject of her walking into his office, she heard him begrudgingly make his way back into the room he finally came out of and close the door.

Working quickly, she rid herself of her everyday clothing, leaving her in her black lacy undergarments. A shiver ran through her body as the cold air hit her, making goosebumps appear on her smooth skin. Forgetting the cold and remembering she had a man waiting for her, probably feeling very uncomfortable in his pants, she took the ice-cream scoop into her hand and carefully placed two scoops of the vanilla sweetness onto a cone, licking it once because she couldn't resist.

She put the tub of fresh ice-cream back inside the freezer and walked towards the entrance of the one room in the house she had never been in before. Taking a deep breath, she knocked and cleared her voice, "Mister J?"

"Come in." The invitation took a while to register with her before slowly turning the gold handle and opening the door.

The room was stunning with a high ceiling and marble floor, a white rug sitting in the middle of it. The walls painted to match the rug, her eyes followed up to the sparkling gold chandelier that illuminated the room. A large vault was situated at the back, behind where her man was sitting, and she assumed he had tidied up as he was expecting her arrival. Her jaw almost dropped to the floor as she examined every detail of the area. She didn't know when she would be allowed back in so took her time to soak in every ornament and burn it into her memory.

"You having fun there, baby?" His voice broke her trance-like state and she snapped back to reality. She felt a sudden coldness running down her chest and in between her breasts before she looked down and realised the ice-cream she was holding had begun to melt and drip down her, not realising she had titled it at a weird angle when she was inspecting the place.

"Shit." She cursed before licking at the rim of the cone to try and stop any more from running down. All the while her tongue was working its way around the cone, J had leapt up from his sitting position and approached his girlfriend, licking up the valley of her breasts to remove the trail of ice-cream. A gasp emitted from her lips as she felt his warm tongue make its way up her chest and push into her mouth as he enclosed her lips with his, making her taste the sweetness on it. Moaning into the kiss, he led her to the middle of the room and sat her on top of his desk, as she predicted would be there, and ran his pale hands up and down her sides.

"Was this your surprise? Ice-cream?" He questioned, grinning up at the lingerie-clad woman.

"What, I thought I'd try something new." Her own smile replicated his as she held the cone in front of his lips and watched him suck the some of the melted liquid off the top.

There was something oddly arousing looking at the most feared criminal in the city in the eyes and see him lick an ice-cream cone and have it drip down his chin.

"You know, doll. The ice-cream's great and all, but I would much rather have your juice running down my chin." As soon as those words came out of his mouth, she physically twitched and felt her pussy become even slicker if that was even possible.

"Well, what are ya waiting for? Be my guest." She unclipped her bra and slid the straps off her arms, asking her boyfriend to hold her cone for her beforehand though because she "didn't wanna drop it". He shook his head at her, chuckling and pressing his lips against hers once she took the item of clothing off.

Holding the cone, he absentmindedly swirled the ice-cream around her nipple, erecting it almost instantly. A whimper came from her throat before he pulled away from the kiss and started to suck on her breast, lapping at the sweetness it was covered in.

"J..." She sighed and leant her head back as the man standing in between her legs worked her nipple. Slowly, he trailed down her stomach and pushed her body onto the hard surface, laying her down. She took the ice-cream from his grasp, allowing him to pull down her skimpy panties and expose her glistening mound as he let out a growl by just looking at it.

"Oh, baby girl, how I've missed your pretty pussy." He commented before pulling his hand up and teased her by tracing his finger around her lips and inner thighs.

"Please. Don't tease me." She looked down at him and pleaded with her eyes.

"Please, what?"

"Please, Daddy." She answered quietly.

He shifted his gaze to the cone in her hand and his eyes lit up with mischief and desire. Grabbing said cone, he titled it and waited for it to drip on her clit and run down, causing her body to jolt at the sudden coldness and shiver in pleasure.

After a few drops had melted, he decided it was enough for now and flattened his tongue on her before dragging upwards. The mixture of the ice-cream and her own pussy collected in his mouth and it tasted heavenly. He groaned as he sucked on her bundle of nerves which sent vibrations through her body before she moaned out loud and gripped the side of the desk. Her reaction only spurred him on further as he picked up the pace on his assault and run his tongue down to her hole, pushing inside and felt her tighten around the muscle. Starting to fuck her with his mouth, he brought the ice-cream back around and let it drip onto her clit again, the sweet juice running down on his tongue. Her cries could be heard from next door but neither of them cared.

She felt that she was close to her release now and pulled on his hair, bringing him further into her.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum! Don't stop!" She begged and arched her back.

Guess what?

He stopped.

"J, I swear to god, I'm gonna fucking kill you." Her eyes glazed over with lust, anger and desperation as she watched him innocently take a lick from the cone.

"Oh, but, baby, if you kill me, who's gonna fuck you like you deserve to, huh? Who's gonna make you cum when you're a good girl? And who's gonna punish you when you're not?" His voice lowered into a sexy whisper as he unzipped his trousers and let them fall down his legs, palming himself through his boxers.

"... I do like it when you make me cum..." Her eyes fixated on his circular motions his hand was moving on his crotch before she reached out and pulled his underwear down for him, stroking his length.

"I know you do, doll, and that's why you're gonna be a good girl for Daddy right now and suck his cock." He demanded, her jumping off the desk and onto her knees in lightening speed.

Her lips made contact with the tip and rubbed the pre-cum over it before allowing the head to be pushed into her mouth and sucked. His head fell back and grabbed her hair into a make-shift ponytail as he groaned. "That's it, baby. Take more of Daddy's cock."

Wasting no time, she obliged and engulfed as much as she could into her warm mouth and swirled her tongue along the underside, beginning to suck hard. She placed her hands on his thighs to keep herself steady as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft, revelling in listening to his sounds of appreciation and tightening his grip on her hair.

She suddenly felt a cold liquid against her lips and looked up. He was rubbing the ice-cream on himself, the kinky bastard. She pulled off with a pop and grinned at him, letting him coat his dick fully. He growled at the sensation of it covering him before she ran her tongue up and down to taste him and hummed on his cock which made his hips buck into her mouth resulting in her gagging. The feeling of her throat closing up on his tip made him go wild and he pulled her off, pushing her back onto his desk and rubbing himself up and down her soaked slit.

"You want this?" He asked with his deep voice and looking her in the eyes. She smirked and grabbed the cone from his hand and licked it.

"Go ahead and fuck me, Daddy."

He didn't need to be told twice and slammed himself into her, letting her adjust for a moment as they both cried out in pleasure at the new feeling they hadn't felt for a long time. Once they were ready, he didn't hold back in pounding into the tight walls that kept clenching around him, bringing him closer and closer to his orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum, baby girl. You wanna feel it in ya?" He reached down and rubbed circles on her clit with his thumb, matching the rhythm of his thrusts and making her moan so loudly she was pretty sure the whole of Gotham could hear her.

"Yes, please, Daddy, I want your cum. I'm so close."

He felt her pussy clench one more time around him and it sent him over the edge. Releasing himself inside his girlfriend, he stilled his movements and groaned as he felt her do the same. She screamed and gripped the desk so tightly, she could've sworn she broke a bone, her juices running down his cock and onto the desk.

Heavy breathing was the only sound that could be heard and the whole room smelled like sex and sweat the two of them created. They rode out their highs before he pulled out and laid next to her, pulling her close while she wrapped herself around him.

"We might need to get some more ice-cream for next time." He joked, not knowing she bought gallons of the stuff earlier in the day.

"Don't worry about it, Mister J, I got it covered."

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[MF] The pill mill

As jack dorsey walked home from school just as every other day his converse all stars kicking up autumn leaves as he went by every house on the way. He gets to his walks inside “mom I’m home” a voice comes from the kitchen “ok honey dinner will be ready in a bit” “I’ll be up in the attic ok” “gotcha” jack takes off his backpack and hangs it on the closet door knob takes off his shoes and heads upstairs. Each step felt like a million years until he finally made it up to the attic home sweet home he thought. He threw himself on to the bed. And stared up at the ceiling, at a yellow water spot his eyes fixated on it. Just then he reaches underneath the matress and pulls out a pill bottle he takes a pill and lays back his eyes still fixated upon the rotting yellow water spot above his bed. Philip Dorsey was filling a prescription. As he did everyday for the past 15 years as a pharmacist at the local grocery store in Pittsburgh Pennsylvania. He dropped the pills into the bottle and put the sticker that contains the name of the patient. He walked up to the counter to see a pale nervous little lady standing there biting her nails. “Miss Hendricks your prescription is ready” “oh thank god ya know this kid is driving me up the wall I don’t know what I’m gonna do with him every week he thinks he has a new disease cancer this and cancer that what I think he needs is a good kick in the ass” she puts her hand over her mouth in suprise. Philip hands the bag with the prescription in it over the counter “miss Hendricks please calm down and have a great rest of your day ok” “oh....ok” she walks away embarrassed as the eyes of the other women waiting in line watch her pass by. Philip made it home that day greeted his wife with a kiss on the lips and sat down at the dinner table ready to eat. “Mary where’s jack?” “He said he was going upstairs I think he fell asleep” “oh ok. And how about you pumpkin how was your day at school?” “It was good daddy I drew you a picture” “really for me” Martha walks over to a drawer in the kitchen and reaches in and gets a picture colored in crayon out of the drawer. “Wow look at that you are so talented! You even got my mustache down” Mary laughs from across the table. Jack is standing in front of a structure fire laughing with utter joy as it burns down in front of him. Jack wakes up drenched in sweat looking up at the water stain that seems to have gotten bigger on the ceiling. “Jack buddy you ok in there?” His father calls in “yeah dad I’m fine” “alright why don’t you come down and get something to eat before it gets cold” “alright I’ll be down in a couple minutes” he tucks the pill bottle back underneath the mattress. Later that night as Jake lies awake in bed he gets up sneaks downstairs puts his coat on and out the door he goes. He walks up to the pharmacy where his father works. Moves a dumpster over to the back window climbs on top and over and in he’s inside the pharmacy. He came prepared with a flashlight he shines the light through each of the medicine shelves looking for as he calls it “his vacation in a bottle” he finds the pills and puts them In his backpack and and climbs through the window and back onto the top of the dumpster. From the shadows he hears a voice call out a girls voice “hey get outta there!” “Shit” jack whispers under his breath he slowly sees a figure take shape and walk towards him “Liz Jesus Christ you scared the hell outta me” Liz walks towards him with a gleam in her eyes “whatcha got there” “my stuff” “stuff doesn’t really tell me much” “uppers or downers?” She asked him “downers” he replied “wanna get outta here I know an awesome spot where we could get High” “uh yeah sure” jack and Liz make it up to a hill overlooking the city the moon hanging above the city as if it’s nodding at it. Jack puts the pill in his mouth. “No wait I have a new way it’s way better than just poppin” Liz pulls a spoon a razor blade and matches from her coat pocket “all you have to do is put the needle in your arm and inject” jack was always scared of needles even as a little boy but he’s 17 now and it’s time to grow up he thinks. Jack nods Liz grinds up the pills with the razor blade and puts the fine white powder on the spoon and brings the lighter underneath it. It bubbles and writhes like an open wound she takes a syringe out of her coat pocket and sucks up the melted down pills the syringe is full she hands it over to jack. Jack sticks the needle into his arm and winces and then he releases the poison into his veins his eyes roll back in his head and he falls back staring up at the stars. Liz does the same thing she lays down next to him and holds his hand . They both seem so close but yet they’re so far away from each other. Jack is off thinking about the time he was flying a kite and it got away from him he was running through a sprawling field of poppy’s chasing his kite but instead of running he was floating floating after his kite. He woke up with sunlight blinding him where there once was a moon now was an inferno of sunlight. Jack got up in a panic and ran off to school he ran through the school doors darting down the hall he makes it to the classroom and looks from side to side to find there’s no one there he runs back out into the halls down to the principles office he finds mr Curney a middle aged balding man sitting at his desk reading over some paperwork “mr Dorsey” jack slumps into the chair “I’m so sorry for my lateness i overslept it’s been just crazy lately mr curney” “mr Dorsey it’s Saturday” “what?” “It’s Saturday now go on home” “oh.....ok” jack gets up from his chair and walks out of the office he walks over to the restroom and washes his face with cool water and looks at himself in the mirror he stares and stares as if pondering life itself “why Am I like this?” He asks himself he puts his hands over his eyes and runs them down his face he notices that he’s missing the ring he always wore on his right index finger. out of the corner of the mirror he sees Liz standing there “do you wanna talk?” She says he doesn’t respond and walks out of the bathroom down the hall back into the sunlight. Philip Dorsey walked into work that morning and as he stepped behind the counter he feels something jab underneath his shoe he lifts his foot and picks up a ring “jack” he whispers to himself he looks at the cabinet to find a couple bottles of pills were missing he picks up his suitcase in a hurry and rushes out of the pharmacy he gets into his car tires screeching as he pulls away. Jack is standing in the attic with a red gas can in his hand he scatters the gas around the whole attic with tears streaming down his face he throws the can and sits back into an old rocking chair he chops up some pills into a fine dust and pours it into the spoon and he lights a match underneath the spoon he tosses the match the attic is slowly going up in flames around him he injects and lays back in the rocking chair and stairs up at the yellow water stain on the ceiling with a faint smile on his face. By the time Philip pulled into the driveway the house was in ruin he stumbled out of his car and fell to the pavement sobbing. Later on the news vans pulled up the coroner came the ambulance came Liz was riding her bike down the street autumn leaves crunching and crackling underneath the wheels she stops her bike and she asks a little boy that was standing outside eating an ice cream cone “what happened?” “This kid killed himself took the house with him” “who was he?” “I don’t know I think they said his name was jack darsey or Dorsey something like that” “hm never heard of him” she rode on down the street the black smoke still billowing up into the clouds. THE END

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