#enjoy a nice little mid-day snack

[devildom-moss]

Mephisto's performance

(Mephisto x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (angst) (NSFW tags: very slight dom!top!Mephisto and bottom!MC; "office" sex, semi-public/risky, no condom, creampie, hate-fucking, "use me" dynamic, consent - but with a lot of regret so maybe dubious?, slight degradation with backhanded praise, Mephisto calling MC a whore and a slut, so slutshaming, pain, slapping, fingering light bondage, half-clothed, no orgasm for MC sorry)

(other tags: religious undertones, one-sided enemies to ?who knows?, sad/bittersweet ending)

Word Count: +2,200

To say you admired Mephistopheles was an understatement; you were absolutely smitten. Granted, he had a reputation for being a pompous asshole whose presence left a bitter taste in Lucifer’s mouth – the same mouth that warned you about spending time with the likes of Mephisto and questioned your recent attention to “a demon whose attitude and pride might be excusable if it was offset by actual wit and usefulness.”

Clearly, Lucifer either hadn’t seen the version of Mephisto that you had – the small slips in his bitter façade – or he had, and Lucifer simply refused to acknowledge it. You didn’t care what anyone else said about Mephisto. He had watched over Luke when he fell asleep in common places multiple times. As much as he protested, when you really needed him, he offered his assistance in whatever form he could – especially when it would aid Diavolo. If nothing else, Lucifer should have remembered that Mephisto was right there with Diavolo and Barbatos, tending to him and his brothers on the day they fell. You knew better. Mephisto was sweet.

He was adorable. You remembered the precious smile he had on his face while staring up at the new blossoms forming on the trees one early morning. It wasn’t the only time you had caught his face softening, entranced by some natural beauty. Mephisto still blushed when you would pay him a genuine compliment, covering his mouth with a gloved hand.

Sweet. Adorable. And so, so sexy.

Lust and affection had motivated you to pay Mephisto a visit in the RAD Newspaper Club room – another attempt to get on his good side. This time, you brought gifts to appease the bitter old demon: hot coffee and sweets that you and Luke had baked yesterday. However, the second you walked through that door, Mephisto let out an annoyed sigh.

“Why are you bothering me?” he asked, sparing you a second glance – but not a third.

“I wanted to cheer you up,” you admitted, setting your offering on his desk. “Diavolo told me that he had seen you working nonstop in preparation for the upcoming event. I figured that might be why you’ve been frowning every time I’ve seen you all week. I brought you coffee and sweets that Luke and I made.”

Part of you had an inkling that Mephisto actually enjoyed your company more than he let on. Maybe you were just clinging to a deeply engraved hope that he wanted you. Maybe you read into signs of his kindness towards you. Perhaps wishful thinking turned a two-second glance – maybe even a judgmental glare – into a longing stare. You wanted to break through his defenses if he’d let you. Well, you had certainly broken something.

Your act of kindness pushed Mephisto over the edge, and he looked up from his work and raised his voice at you. “I have too much on my plate to keep drilling this into that thick, fucking skull of yours. I don’t like you, you won’t change my mind, and that pathetic hopeful look on your face infuriates me.”

You didn’t fully believe him – as desperate as that may sound. Perhaps it was selfish, but you didn’t want to leave him alone in that room.

Mephisto waited for you to turn around and walk away, but you didn’t budge. He sighed and got to his feet. “What? Why are you still here? Why are you bringing me things hours before any of your classes even start? What do you want?”

Most classes hadn’t started yet, but if you hadn’t arrived before everyone else, you wouldn’t have been able to see Mephisto alone. Barbatos had mentioned that Mephisto was an early riser in passing once, so you figured you would find him overworking himself that morning. As for what you wanted, you wished it was more obvious to him.

“I want you to love me,” you confessed. Mephisto circled his desk so he could sandwich you between himself and the desk, blocking your path to the exit.

“How do you want me to love you? With my boot on your neck? With my fingers buried inside of you? With my hips pressed against you? What do you want? How do you expect me to love you? I could ruin you, but love?”

You shuddered. Was this a rejection or an invitation? You forced the words, and they fell out in a clumsy mess. “I don’t expect it – you loving me. I just want it, but you could ruin me instead if you wanted.”

Mephisto’s eyes widened; he retreated slightly before narrowing his eyes. “What are you saying?”

“Use me – if you really can’t love me.” Shame burned in your cheeks, but you continued. You were determined to call his bluff. “Take out your anger and hatred on my body. Do whatever you want.”

Maybe he truly hated you. Maybe he would be disgusted by your offer. Maybe he would refuse because he did love you. Or maybe he would agree to use you – to ruin you – without a trace of affection. Even then, at least you would finally get to be with him for however long you could manage to be entertaining. The possibilities ran through your head, just quick enough to fill the brief moment before Mephisto responded.

“Turn around,” he demanded. His voice was cold. In truth, you hadn’t expected him to take you up on your offer. Your heart sank as you watched Mephisto remove his tie. A low, growling sigh left him when you remained immobile. He took your arm and forced you to turn. “You offered. So, do as you’re told.”

Your voice caught in your throat. Mephisto made quick work of knotting his tie around your wrists and up your forearms, binding them behind your back. Fear washed over your body as you felt Mephisto tug your pants and underwear down to your ankles. Was this really what you wanted?

Mephisto reached over you, pressing his chest firmly against your back as he did, and pulled a bottle of lube from his top desk drawer. You didn’t question why he had it there, but you did have a question for him: “Why are you using that on me?”

The answer was obvious, but you were begging for some kind of affection from him, wishing for the words “I don’t want to hurt you” to leave his lips with enough sweetness to sate you, but they didn’t come. Instead, Mephisto removed his glove; tugged on his tie, bringing you closer; and shoved his glove into your mouth to shut you up. You felt one cool, lubricated finger plunge into you – quickly followed by a second. You bit down on his glove as he began to stretch you out.

“To answer your question, I’d be in a world of trouble if anyone found out that I hurt you. Everyone seems to think that you’re so fucking precious. Besides,” Mephisto paused, using the last word to soften the spite in his voice before he continued, “you’ll feel better if I do this first.”

You couldn’t tell if he meant that you would feel better for him or if he wanted you to feel some kind of pleasure from this too, but you hoped. However, that hope wasn’t enough to ease the heavy aching in your chest. Even through the bits of pleasure you felt when Mephisto’s long fingers curled into your body, you knew that this wasn’t how you wanted it. That truth sat rancid in your gagged mouth – somehow more unsavory than anything. Even the realization that you would die (for good) one day was less distasteful than this.

It was almost a comfort when Mephisto pulled his fingers out. You heard his pants drop before he tugged you violently towards him. Your ass was flush against him. There was a filthy relief in knowing that he was hard. At least you had aroused him a bit, then, right? You wished you could have suppressed the dirty, joyous hope you felt. Maybe he wanted you just as badly.

Mephisto entered you slowly. It almost felt intimate: the way he ran his gloved hand through your hair before tugging at it, the way his lips found your neck before it was all teeth and marks, the way his hips rocked slowly into you before he stopped holding back. He almost made this feel like affection before the poison left his mouth between panting and groans. “Not so useless anymore, are you?”

How did he know exactly how to give you a gentle touch that left you hoping before he stripped it from you? He said he didn’t want anyone to know he hurt you, so of course he would figure out how to break your heart. At least that was a pain you could never show anyone. It would live in you – and he would be the only other person who knew that such a haunting beast was hiding inside.

You choked back tears as his thrusting picked up speed and intensity, forcing your thighs against his desk repeatedly with each buck of his hips. This was going to bruise. It was just enough to slosh some of the coffee out of the cup you had brought him earlier. A small puddle pooled towards the edge of the desk until it grazed your thigh, burning for a moment before all you could feel was a numb ache – a small punishment for your foolishness.

This time, you couldn’t hold back a groan. You had tried so hard to disguise any sign of pain or pleasure, but this was too much. Your muffled noise alerted Mephisto to the mess you had both made. It was a small one with no casualties. It hadn’t even reached any of his documents. The only thing left damaged was you, and yet Mephisto dragged you back by the tie around your arms, his cock still buried in you, with an angry, “fuck.”

Did he not want you to get hurt? No.

Mephisto tugged your hair up until you were standing upright – as upright as you could be when you were still impaled on him. He took his glove out of your mouth before he forcefully bent you over towards the edge of the desk. “Lick up the mess, whore.”

You did as he told you. The coffee was still hot, and it stung on your tongue, but you were distracted by a firm slap to your ass. When you managed to clean up the mess, Mephisto brought you upright again with a rough tug and shoved his glove back into your mouth.

“There’s a good little slut,” Mephisto chuckled before he continued to fuck you – even more violently than before. He called you good, at least.

You were choking back tears when he snaked his gloved hand tenderly around your neck. Mephisto used his index finger to guide your chin up. Staring at the ceiling, with your eyes to heaven, you felt that you owed something – someone – a prayer. You wanted to thank some god that Mephisto’s hand was there around your throat – as if the slight pressure was the only thing keeping the sobs and moans inside of you. No. It wasn’t a god that you were grateful to. It was Mephisto. Even as he used you for his amusement, your desire still burned. Your love blazed steadily. Through the pain and emptiness, you still adored him. How pathetic.

Even more pathetic was the contentment you felt as Mephisto sunk his teeth into your shoulder, muffling his moans as he came inside of you. He didn’t pleasure you enough for you to cum; you got the smallest taste of it, and somehow you were content.

Mephisto was quick to pull out of you and get his pants back up. You stood there, trying to reel yourself back into your body – too slowly for Mephisto’s liking. He tugged your pants and underwear back up for you. His glove slipped from your mouth and onto the floor as you attempted to protest with a feeble, “wait.”

His cum had already started to leak out, and the feeling of it sickened you – a shameful sickness. This felt awful and wrong and disgusting, but the most resentful part of you quietly wanted him to bend you back over his desk and fill you up all over again.

Mephisto pulled you in by his tie around your arms and leaned close to your ear. “Keep it in you. I want that sensation to stick with you all day and remind you how much I despise you. Now get out of my sight.”

You felt his tie slip from around your arms. Mephisto dragged you towards the door and shoved you out into the hallway. You heard the distinct sound of the door locking behind you.

Mephisto waited for your hesitant footsteps to fade away down the hall before he sunk his teeth into the back of his ungloved hand. Tears streamed down his face as he dropped to his knees on the floor. Had he finally given you a convincing performance – persuaded you to stay away from him?  

In that dim room on a dark Devildom morning, on his knees, Mephisto felt that he owed something – someone – a prayer. Unsure if he was even allowed – or who would hear it – he prayed that he had finally shown you what a monster he was. The cruel, wicked beast he housed had spit its parasitic DNA into you and waited to consume you. He was a demon, with his hands clasped so tightly together that they trembled, brought to his knees. His prayer – half-confession – found no purchase. It lived only inside of him, and even you would never know. It was a small, lenient punishment.

[chrisevansonly]

Oooh, what about a holiday just for Charles and Matteo, toddler and father spending time together during a week of holiday just wuth them two? 💖

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐮)

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: it’s tradition for charles and matteo to hit the slopes every christmas eve, and you didn’t mind letting your boys have their fun

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none, very fluffy sweetness

𝐚/𝐧: merry christmas eve!! here’s a little karter blurb for christmas eve!! i love this family so much, and i hope you enjoy🤍

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Your boys were all packed and ready to make the drive to the airport in Nice, the two of them off to ski and snowboard in France for the day. It had been a Christmas Eve tradition for the two of them, while you had Charlotte over to bake and cook with you.

Christmas eve dinner was always at your home, and Christmas day was at Pascale’s in order to split the holiday duties! Matteo was excited to go skiing with his father, well he preferred to snowboard.

“Okay my loves, be safe and have fun!” you said kissing Charles gently and handing him some snacks for the airplane, turning to kiss Matteo’s forehead

“Matteo, n’oubliez pas d’écouter papa, d’accord?” (matteo, don’t forget to listen to daddy)

He nodded

“Oui Maman!! Je t’aime!!” (yes mom, i love you)

Smiling you walked them to the door

“I love you too baby, i’ll see you tonight”

Charles nods, grabbing the last of their things

“See you tonight amour, I love you”

Once the two of them were out the door you pulled your phone out and called Charlotte, the baking and cooking fiasco about to commence.

-

Charles and Matteo arrived arrived to the ski hill around mid morning, the two of them excited to hit the slopes and get out into the sun.

“Papa can we do that hill first?” Matteo said excitedly, pointing to the red circle hill to the left

“You want to start with a harder hill petit prince?”

Matteo nodded

“Oui Papa!!” (yes daddy)

Who was Charles to say no to his little boy who was so eager to get to snowboarding, up they went, Matteo giggling the entire chairlift up, happy to be back in the snow.

Once they got to the top of the mountain Charles noticed his son stop, his hands wringing together in his mitts, eyes a little wide, he could see his anxiety from a mile away so he was quick to sit next to him, ski’s at his side

“Qu’est-ce qui ne va pas, bébé?” His voice soft as he softly pinched Matteo’s cheek, causing the little boy to smile and scrunch his face (what’s wrong baby?)

“C’est plus effrayant que je ne le pensais papa…” he responded, looking at his father (it’s scarier than i thought daddy..)

“Hmm well do you want to try it anyway or do you want to go down to the blue hill?”

Matteo stayed quiet, really wanting to be brave and show his father he could do it, he was tired of only snowboarding down the blue hills

“I want to try it papa”

Charles couldn’t help but feel proud of Matteo for wanting to try it despite the slight anxiety he’d been feeling once they arrived at the top of the mountain

“Okay then, remember how to slow down, and if you need to stop you stop if you need too, I promise i’ll go down with you the whole way”

Matteo nodded before getting up and taking off down the hill, moving at his own pace as he took on the harder hill, navigating around bumps and tree’s. Charles not far behind him, keeping an eye on the little boy to make sure he was okay.

They’d only stopped one time on the hill before making it to the bottom, Matteo squealing happily

“Je l’ai fait papa!!! Tu m’as vu?!” (i did it daddy! did you see me?!)

Charles laughed nodding his head as Matteo waddled over still attached to his snowboard to hug his legs

“Tu as réussi petit prince! Je suis si fière de toi” (You did little prince, i’m so proud of you!)

Matteo smiled hugging Charles’s legs a little tighter, happy at the praise he was receiving

“Can we go again?” came his voice, muffled from his fathers sweatpants

“Of course we can Teo…let’s go”

Charles loved these little traditions with Matteo, getting able to take him skiing and letting him experience fun holiday activities like this is something he was so grateful for. Matteo loved these just as much, and the two of them knew as soon as they’d arrive home, the family would be waiting and they could finally have some of your famous gingerbread cookies, the best way to end the Christmas Eve ski day.

No two people were bigger gingerbread fans than your boys, and you can never skip out on a cookie after hitting the slopes all day…

[chastiefoul]

roomate hc with haitham and kaveh!! (except they spoil you rotten)

tags: fluff and more fluff as you dig deeper

a/n: i love this idea sm that i wanted to make it some kind of a series lmk your thoughts!! also not proofread!!

0.6k words! »

alhaitham waking up with the cutest bed hair as he went out from his room to sit on the living room, and you walked up to him to comb over it from behind as he sat in a daze blinking away the sleep although the comfort of your hand almost made him dozed off again.

lying down on kaveh’s lap or vice versa as you tell him about your day and he told his, somehow you both were always in the best mood so it could took hours, with all the laughing and giggles.

watching movies as you three cramped down on a couch with you in the middle. and somehow they always fell asleep mid-way instead on either side of you forcing you to sleep there as well since there’s no way you had the energy to move two grown ass man. but somehow the next morning you always found yourself waking up in your own room, tucked in with your blanket and all that.

playing with kaveh’s hair all the time; braiding it when he’s so focused on making his latest project, putting it on a pony tail as it often get in the way. sometimes he’ll even ask you to style it when he was getting ready to go out.

clothes. stealing. “(y/n), have you seen my white shirt anywhere?” alhaitham asked as he walked to your room, “yes, i’m wearing it right now!” you said. he just sighed, not even surprised in the slightest. yet he let you all the time. or sometimes it’s not even clothes anymore. you’d find your blanket you’ve been searching for with kaveh randomly. “you smell nice, okay?” he made an excuse. “this entire household uses the same detergent, kaveh.”

when you hover around the kitchen, in an attempt to make dinner and not long after both of them came and would offer help without any prompting whatsoever. the help was in fact an exchange for a peaceful time since alhaitham and kaveh would argue about the better method to do literally anything. you’d let out the most terrifying sigh, that’s somehow always audible to both of them  then went to stare them dead in the eye. “behave.” you narrowed our eyes. “yes (y/n).”

getting ready to go out at night for a quick trip to buy a snack and they would never let you a step out of the door alone. “i’m going out for a bit, okay?” you said as you put on a jacket. “sure.” “alright.” and then they got up from whatever they were doing as they grab their coat. “but i didn’t-“ kaveh didn’t let you finish as he grab your arm, pulling you out of the house as alhaitham locked the door behind him.

reading with alhaitham. though the contents of your books maybe very different you both just enjoyed the shared quiet time. sometimes one of you would prepare a coffee or tea for the other without even needing to ask. sometimes you’d lean on his side, to try to find a better reading position and he just welcome you as he chuckled a little at your restlessness.

you literally being the only one who gets a pass giving them an unprompted sudden hug just because you wanted to. alhaitham would knew that you’re up to no good by your mischievous smile. “what?” he asked in suspicion, and you just hugged him. alhaitham didn’t react strongly as he had expected this was one of many outcome from your actions. his blank expression broke into a the slightest smile as he gently pat your head. “there are better ways to ask for this, don’t you think?” he said with the softest tone you couldn’t help but melt. with kaveh he just returned the hug just as enthusiastically, practically squeezing you—although not to an extent that it would hurt. his hands would meet at your back, giving you back scratches and the most comfortable hug someone could give. “you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” you could hear the smile as he said it. “mhhmm.” you hummed, as you closed your eyes.

[pjoxreader]

PJO Cuddle Headcanons

Leo Valdez

-This man needs his snuggles, he works hard and needs a break. -He often gets so absorbed in his work that he could forget things like eating…

-He isn’t good at picking up subtle hints, you have to go over and sit down in his lap cuddling up into him.

-He goes bright red, sure he’s a flirt but he’d never thought he would make it this far. His hands would wrap right around your waist as he feels the stress melt away “Hello there~”

-Bring him snacks or just talk about your day, he’ll enjoy hearing you talk about anything and everything honestly as long as you two were together.

- He’ll have a clock made to keep track of time so he can make sure he’s able to take a break to snuggle with you.

Frank Zhang

- He likes to cuddle when you two are falling asleep. 

-He just gets so flustered anytime you two cuddle up in public that he can’t really relax and enjoy the moment. 

-Of course you do it sometimes anyway, just to see him get all flustered.

-His favorite position is to be the big spoon as he holds you close to his chest. It makes him feel like he’s able to protect you, even when asleep.

-Sleepy morning snuggles are also a bonus. He'll play with your hair and smile, lovingly watching your sleeping face.

-He wakes up early to ensure the two of you have a little extra time for snuggling. 

Percy Jackson

-He loves to cuddle you from behind, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle into your shoulder.

-He’s so stressed sometimes that he doesn’t even want to talk about it, he just wants to be there with you.

-If he had an overwhelming day he’ll just come up right behind you, no matter what you’re doing and cuddle right into your shoulder.

-People had to get used to it seeing as he’d come over even if you were mid conversation. 

-Honestly you love it too, it’s just so calming to know that he’s right there with you.

- You know he’ll open up when he’s ready, but sometimes he just has to sort out his thoughts and feelings. 

Annabeth Chase

-Annabeth isn’t really one for ‘snuggling’ she finds it gets too hot and uncomfortable, not only that her mind can’t really stop and take a break.

-So she’ll lean against you while working on her laptop, just shoulder to shoulder while you read a book.

-The silence is peaceful, it’s a silent way of letting each other know that you’re there and that you care.

-You’d both have a coffee while you work on whatever you need too, only chatting if you needed help with something. 

-You two don’t need any words at that moment, just enjoying the peaceful silence and each other's presence.

-She’d never admit it, but she loves those moments the most. 

Hazel Levesque

-She loves to hug and just stay like that for a while, enjoying each other's presence and warmth.

-It’ll start as an excited hug, the two of you laughing like kids and then it’ll melt into a comfortable hold. 

-It’s a subtle competition between the two of you on who would let go first. 

-Most often she’s the one who wins as she can be stubborn when she puts her mind to it.

-It’s just a nice moment between the two of you enjoying the calm of each other's arms, for once in your lives feeling safe…

-As a demi-god that’s something rare and beautiful and you both know it. 

Jason Grace

- Just hold him to your chest somewhere private. 

-He works so hard that he often forgets to take a break for himself. He’s so focused on the expectations people have for him that he forgets to take care of himself.

-But when he’s in your arms listening to your heartbeat he soothes for once, not thinking about what he still had left to do.

-No matter how long you two have been dating he’ll thank you for taking the time to help him take a moment.

-Rub gentle circles onto his back and he may even fall asleep right there, like a giant weighted blanket.

-Even just that small break with you gets his energy back, it’s like you help recharge him. 

Piper Mclean

-She’ll sit in your lap while she’s working on something.

-You often find yourself helping braid her hair, well trying to practice. She tried to teach you but it isn’t exactly easy.

-It’s a peaceful domestic moment that she wouldn’t change for the world, even if her braid does come out pretty messy.

-She’ll still wear it though no matter how bad it is, she wants to show off your hard work!

-It’s embarrassingly obvious who did her hair that day but you can’t help but enjoy it.

-She likes it and that’s enough for you… 

~Masterlist & Rules~

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[struwberrii]

semi headcanons ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

here are some random general headcanons for semi eita my underrated king :3 (also pls it’s actually so hard to read this guys personality BEAR WITH ME!!)

look at this man and tell me he doesn’t play guitar

his notes app is literally filled with random lyrics and guitar riffs

also i can imagine him having a mac book and his photo booth app is just vids of him covering songs and playing guitar

it’s canon that tendou thinks his style kinda sucks so i imagine him just owning some of the most horrendous graphic t-shirts

likes taking walks in wooded areas and just listening to music and getting lost in thought

i feel like he would be the type of guy to make every conversation with someone he doesn’t rlly know too well super awkward

like the type of guy to say “you too!” when a server say enjoy your food

he gives me middle child vibes and i feel like he’d have an older brother who introduced him to cool bands and guitar

probably the type of guy to randomly get super philosophical

i feel like he’d be super gullible on certain topics too, like he probably believed a lot of those dumb internet shams for an absurd amount of time

would def judge your music taste silently then try to put you onto his favs

always in a bad mood/irritated but the second someone compliments him or is nice to him he’s wagging his tail

movie fanatic, he has seen every movie on the planet

i also feel like he’s 2011 older brother core, ykwim?

failing in school and knows he’s gonna have a hard time if he doesn’t get it together but has no motivation

beat up doc marten boots wearer

i honestly feel like he’d be kinda rude unintentionally and then be confused as to why people are calling him mean

also it’s canon that he’s in the lowest class at shiratorizawa so you already KNOW he’s a scholarship boy because no way he got in for those grades 😭😭😭

probably goes to the gym like twice a week because he forgets

spends literally 3 hours to do the simplest homework because every little thing distracts him

always smells like musky apples or rotten fruit for some reason

genuinely a chill person to be around if you understand his humor

pretends to play drums with his pencils on his desk

will stop talking mid conversation if he thinks of a good song lyric to write down

i feel like he would think he’s really deep and wise but he’s actually just kind of clueless 😭

mario kart champ

definitely the type of guy to get easily talked into doing stupid things like ufo hunting at 2 am on a school day

i actually imagine him to have a really deep and smooth singing voice (i could actually write a whole drabble abt band au semi)

probably has the worst diet ever, bro is eating leftover pizza for breakfast lunch dinner AND snacks

always thinking about his future but never doing anything to better his situation

has the comfiest sweaters but you’ll have to ignore the holes and questionable stains in weird places

type of guy to ruin your concert videos because his singing is so bad and off key

i also feel like his room would be really weirdly decorated, like he’d have a stolen stop sign up as decoration and then like holes punched in his walls and missing light bulbs

always has a lighter on him for some reason

also always has a headache

i feel like he’d also have a lot of instagram followers for some reason, like a couple thousand and he doesn’t even really post anything

the type of guy to constantly be thinking about how he could be doing better/more when his friends share good news and accomplishments with him

i feel like he’d have a pet lizard or frog yk :]

[wolftoken]

Hii! I don't know if you answer asks on this blog or not so if not just ignore this haha,

but may I request a little blurb of Rain with an S/O who's going through their period? Like fluffy with Rain comforting them and just being a perfect guy all around?

a/n: hiiii my first request! 🩷🩷🩷 hope you enjoy babes, im sorry it’s not longer but i am very sleepy lol

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rain can tell your period is coming up a few days before it actually does. neither of you really know why; call it ghoul instincts, his connection to you, or whatever it is. he starts to gather a stash of things he can give to you when he knows you’ll need them. its a lot of snacks, mostly chocolate. of course there’s pads and tampons and even diva cups from the first time he experienced your period with you - he might have panicked and went overboard with his purchases. but it was sweet knowing he cared so much.

now you’re here, in his bed, being fed expensive chocolates as you lay with your back to his chest. he’s shirtless (at your request) and his mid-length hair is thrown up in a messy bun. some stray strands brush against your shoulder and he gently presses kisses to your neck. he has one hand resting protectively on your abdomen, as if to ward the cramps away. if he was a fire ghoul he would press some mild heat into your skin, but instead he can keep a hot water bottle the perfect temperature seemingly forever.

some tv show you’ve both watched before is playing, but rain is looking at you. he’s watching for any signs of discomfort he can remedy. he’s watching because you’re nice to look at. you turn your head around to see him, his pretty blue eyes gaze into yours as his hand comes up to hold your jaw.

“are you comfy, dragonfly?” he whispers, not wanting to risk breaking the gentle atmosphere.

“always with you, rain.”

[demoninurdreams]

I'm only doing this because I was asked very nicely.

Most people call me Rhea, I'll answer to Demi if we're tight like that. Sometimes I throw people around on TV, but lately I've been enjoying gardening and more peaceful options on my days off. I'm a little awkward and a lot bad at introducing myself off camera, so let me try to convince you why you should come befriend my annoying ass.

Pros:

Will have horror movie marathons with you

Will also go on tangents about how much I love said horror movies mid-conversation

I have 3 cute dogs

I'm always ready to go get snacks in the middle of the night

Cons:

I don't do shopping or spa days

I will make you try vegemite

I'm very a little clingy

you know those reels about being sent 500 reels when you look away for 5 minutes? yeah that's me. and I'll probably be sad if you don't click them all.

If you want to test your luck, hit me up

@ brutalititties

[whalesforhands]

i am an avid believer of pillow princess gojo and needy soft dom geto bc i am a part of the vanilla agenda (yes i know i am very boring). i feel like there’d be a few kinks here n there (maybe bondage? exhibitionism?? they seem like the type to like that) but overall they just wanna feel good with dyf!mc. I CAN IMAGINE THEM GETTING SOFT BUT WANTING MORE YK WHAT I MEAN?? MY MIND GOES BLANK THINKING ABT THAT RAHHH

-omori anon

whatever u want omori anon

more short but soft(ish) headcanons (nsfw)

warnings: fem!reader, this is NSFW, pls go away minors, 18+ only

satosugu

being together with this duo entails a lot of… ventures. not just in taking care of the 4 kids, helping them out with their homework, playing with them, testing out new recipes you saw in a magazine and on television and also just… trying to get back on your feet.

being with satosugu especially, when you finally show more comfort in activities of a more carnal nature, you’re not leaving the bed.

whilst you might think they prefer rough, hot and extremely vigorous bed exercises, they do. but when it comes to you, especially on your first night, it is insanely toned down. and it will remain that way until you express interest in going harder.

a lot of asking and forewarnings before taking any actions and a lot more of holding back on their end for your sake.

“can i touch you…?”

“i’m going to kiss you here, okay?”

“you sound so pretty… can you do that again for me, darling?”

“don’t squirm too much… ‘m gonna start.”

“ahh— fuck. don’t squeeze like that, i’m not going to last…”

“shit… you’re so gorgeous like that…”

“suck me off, please… wanna feel you…!”

their actions might be held back, but their kisses are not. every one taken from your lips feels like they’re trying to kiss you absolutely silly, until your head is filled with nothing but them.

“mmph…!” your tongues are entangling, the tempting swirl of your appendages moving vigorously as you feel his hand grasp onto yours almost desperately, fingers entwining just as he begins to pull away, a string of saliva connecting your once occupied lips, a gulp of air hastily swallowed by you as the flush of intimacy envelops your being. it isn’t long, not even enough for you to take in another breath before an impatient hand is already tilting your face towards his own, another set of familiar lips connecting your mouths for another restless makeout.

one round each? uhh… how about three?

“please, honey… i need another round, okay?” your thighs are already sore from having to bounce your hips on your own, your front collapsed onto his chest as you start to heave more, hair sticking to your face as exhaustion starts to catch up to you.

“don’t push her too hard if she can’t take it, satoru.”

“ehh? acting nice when you just went twice in a row is too mean to me, suguru…”

“at least i help do the work.”

“but it looks so cute when she’s struggling to do it herself…!”

jug of water right next to the bed because you’ll be here a long time. most of the time, there’s snacks provided too if satoru didn’t already eat them all.

cleanup is immediately done just for you the moment you look like you can’t handle anymore. no such thing as the ejaculate then evacuate here, not when your bare body is lifted in a princess carry to the bath to enjoy a bubble bath, a massage and suguru washing your hair for you as satoru helps brush your teeth.

bonus:

become a little more forward with their wants after your first night together. whether it be a new set of lingerie or cosplay in a wrapped box waiting on the bed, testing the waters by asking if you’re okay with pictures or videos or straight up being a little handsy.

i’m being serious about that last one.

you could be mid-conversation with gojo, telling him about your day as you sit with your back to his chest, his hands slithering their way under your shirt.

“and then shoko brought me to the old sushi place. the one with the mentaiko sauce i liked, but then i found out they didn’t serve any—“

“mhm, mhm.” he’s definitely only half listening when his hands rest on the skin of your stomach, fingers experimentally tracing shapes just below your breasts as you continue to talk, before you feel his hands quite literally start groping your mounds, flicking your nipples inbetween his fingers, squeezing your boobs etc. as you just… wonder if he’s still listening.

(it helps him focus)

[bookishgalaxies]

Hello hello! Really love your blog, it's visually so cute and I love your writing :D if possible may I request Albedo and Kokomi with a gn reader having a tough day? Just looking for a little fluff :')

I’m Here Now

summary: you are having a particularly hard day and are lucky enough to be dating these cool characters that want to make you feel better.

type; headcannons, not proofread

characters: kokomi x gn!reader. albedo x gn!reader

warnings: none (??)

a/n: ANON, you did not just pick my TWO FAVORITE CHARACTERS and ask me to write my FAVORITE THING of all time (comfort fluff). I’ve been in a depressed slump lately so this won’t be tooth rotting fluff but it is the best I could give :)

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✧ kokomi

Kokomi saw right through your insistent statements of being “completely okay”. She was one to hide her emotions for the sake of others so she got quite good at noticing it in different people.

She would let you lay on her bed with all her favorite emotional support plushies while getting you something to eat (your favorite snack that she had stored away for times like this).

Kokomi takes pride in being prepared to cuddle you and let you enjoy your favorite snack while you unwind. She understands if you want silence and is completely okay with just running her hand through your hair while you two soak up each other’s presence.

If you wish to hear her talk, she’ll probably start off by telling you about her day, then rambling about military strategy. She gets this really bright smile on her face when she rambles about it but she smiles even brighter when she talks about you.

“Lately, your smile is the main thing that are getting me through these negotiation meetings. For your sake and for my own, I want you to have it back.”

She smelled of fresh ocean waters and it made your jaw unclench and your heart melt. Everything she was doing helping you calm down.

✧ albedo

Albedo didn’t know what breaks were until he met you. Genuinely just getting used to not eating or sleeping when he was experimenting. After he met you and discovered them, he not only implemented them into his own routine but forced others to do so as well.

He knew you were upset by your body language and the tone of voice you kept responding to him with. So, he stopped his work and gathered a few supplied before insisting you follow him.

Taking you out to a nice and peaceful bit of scenery. Depending on the time of day determines the suns location in the sky. However, mid afternoon in some locations looks just as good as a sunset in others.

Albedo would let you lay against his chest as he drew the scenery. Wanting to give you a calming break and let himself draw.

“Care to talk about what is on your mind?”

If you don’t want to, you don’t have to but if you do…he will listen intently. Often giving you logical solutions on how to fix your problems.

Though, he is able to just listen and nod if you tell him you just want to vent.

And if you don’t want to say anything at all? That’s fine too! You two enjoy some nice alone time cuddled up together admiring scenery.

“I hope tomorrow turns out to be much more enjoyable for you.”

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[aestheticaltcow]

Married Life

Steve Harrington x Reader (technically self-insert but like barely lol)

Just a little fluff starring my favorite Hawkins resident.

Stranger Things Masterlist

Meeting you in college was the best accident Steve had ever made. He’d gotten lost in the main building while looking for his actual class. You sat in the front row of the lecture hall, nose in a book, waiting for class to start. You hadn’t noticed Steve until he sat beside you; you shot him a grin and returned to your book. He casually glanced in your direction throughout the specialized sociology elective. He was enthralled and knew you’d be the next Mrs. Harrington from the moment he saw you.

Your relationship started like any classmate dynamic; he’d asked to borrow a pen or if you knew the time. He’d ask to copy your notes or borrow a piece of paper. By mid-terms, he’d worked up the courage to talk to you about anything other than sociology. “Hey, Y/N, do you wanna study together sometime?” Steve suppressed his overwhelming urge to squeal when you'd agreed to it. 

The two of you sat in the library, reviewing notes for approximately 10 minutes before diving into more interesting topics. He took mental notes of everything you’d said you enjoyed; he’d causally start bringing you coffee or snacks. There was something about Steve you found intriguing and after months of friendship and a string of bad dates on your end. Steve gathered the courage to ask you on a real date. You agreed Steve was a nice guy and wasn’t ugly- or weird. It was a simple first date; the two of you went to the movie theater on campus, and then he walked you back to your dorm. After that, you were hooked.

The two of you seemed to do everything together. He’d walk you to class and drop you off at work. He was always willing to spend time with you even if it was 'inconvenient' for him.

He challenged your point of view, and you challenged him as well. He didn’t understand why you’d chosen to major in sociology but loved how you lit up when you spoke about it. 

Going to Hawkins for the first time was interesting. You hadn’t known about Steve’s high school reputation but were thoroughly amused at Robin’s retelling of embarrassing story after embarrassing story. His parents adored you fresh out of the gate; you saw his Dad pull him aside on your last night. While you hadn’t heard what he told the young man, you noticed how his face had lit up. As you were getting ready to return to school the next day, you had to find out, “He told me to marry you because a woman like you is a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence.”

After graduation, you and Steve finally rented a small apartment together. You had both landed jobs you loved, and everything was perfect except for one thing. Your last name…

Steve wanted to plan the perfect proposal. He spent months looking for the perfect ring and asked every woman in his life for their opinion. After buying what he hoped would be your engagement ring, he had to figure out how to ask you. A romantic weekend away? A simple but elegant dinner date? At the beach? Or at a park? He thought he had a perfect plan, but one day, you two were walking through a parking structure trying to find his car, and it was the moment. Steve stopped and fished the ring box out of his jacket pocket. You turned around when you realized Steve wasn’t beside you anymore. 

“So this wasn’t what I planned on doing, but, Y/N, will you marry me? I know we're in the middle of a fuckin’ parking lot, but this is what I want. I want to be with you forever; this may be the least romantic or special way to propose to the woman of your dreams, but it feels right.” you laughed at first, but as he got down on one knee, you realized he was serious. “Yes, Steve, I would love to be your wife.”

[wxnheart]

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐎𝐩����𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 - 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅!𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Miguel's brooding nature clashes with your bubbly and upbeat personality. If it was anyone else, it would more than likely grate on his nerves but you're one of the few exceptions.

If someone were to ask Miguel to name one thing he admired about you, the first thing he'd say is your ability to roll with the punches, especially when it comes to dealing with his more apprehensive nature. Whereas he tends to ponder and think and sometimes overthink situations, you're of the "let's cross that bridge when we get there" variety. He harbors a gentle envy over the fact that you can navigate life so easily.

But really, it's helped to ease his anxiety. Somewhat. He can't help but worry. You always say it's gonna be okay and to date, you haven't been wrong.

And no matter how many times you admonish Miguel, the poor bastard will work himself ragged; you're always there to spoil and love on him while he grumbles that what you're doing is completely unnecessary. He's secretly enjoying it, though. He enjoys it more than he'll ever let on because it's a temporary respite from the past.

Self-care is a must in your life. It's integral to keeping your vivacious personality thriving. You have no issues taking a break for however long you need or spending the day in bed. This... is a foreign concept to Miguel. It took some cajoling once―he couldn't resist your smile and pleading even if he tried―for him to stay in bed with you longer than he usually does... which resulted in him falling back asleep. Which resulted in him grumbling and worrying about that. You weren't bothered, though. He needed that extra rest. "Besides," you'd say teasingly, "you're so cute when you sleep." And when you're at peace and not carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.

But of course, he is. Of course. It's the bed hair. You got enough pictures of him mid-yawn to prove your point. And no, gorgeous, the lock screen wallpaper stays.

Speaking of self-care some more, let's talk about Sunday Funday, yeah? Whenever he's free on that day, you make him join. Because it's awesome. And what's your idea of Sunday Funday? Well, it goes a little something like this: a nice, refreshing bubble bath accompanied by a hydrating sheet mask followed by your favorite comfort snack/meal. Now imagine this big man sitting in a tub full of bubbles with a sheet mask on and just brooding. And judging you for making him do this. Yeah, you never thought you'd see the day, but here he is. His skin has been feeling softer and firmer, though... but don't tell ANYBODY about this.

There's always an adventure to be had or something to do. Not a day goes by when you don't pull Miguel out of his comfort zone for the better. Not a day goes by where he thinks about your positivity and he tries to apply that to his own circumstances. You always try to help him see the world as a glass half-full than half-empty. And he tries. God, he tries.

But if there's anything Miguel looks forward to at the end of the day, it's the chance to just... collapse in your arms and just rest there. With his head buried in the softness of your boobs and your nails gently scratching his scalp. And his worries seem so... far away.

And then you remind him that Sunday Funday is coming up, and you can't help but to laugh at the resounding groan you got in response.

[minisugakoobies]

Day 6 | KNJ, JJK

Kinks: thigh riding, Santa's lap

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: holiday, smut, crack, Woodpeckers!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, thigh riding/grinding, OC gets a little possessive and Jungkook likes it, several mentions of erections, implied double stuffing, stupid party games, the members are all dressed as sexy Santas wearing chaps, user of the word 'Peckerhead' as a term of endearment, Hoseok's hips are a threat, so are the Namtiddies, it's just a bunch of very hot men doing very dumb but sexy things involving thrusting and teeth and wet t-shirts, I will not apologize for how stupid this is

Word Count: 3.8K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Welcome to the Annual Woodpecker Holiday Games! Have a seat on Santa’s lap and pick out your package - nice girls get one, but naughty girls get two!

A/N: This one's for you, @minttangerines 💜 Thank you for bringing the idea of "Woodpeckers" to my attention! This is just… *presses fingers to mouth in deep contemplation* This is just the dumbest thing I've ever written, maybe. And yet, so hot. I hope you enjoy it.

Uhhhhhh so I wrote the description for this before I wrote the actual fic so it's really more JK x reader with bonus Namjoon? But whatever, you're here for the chaos and the smut, so onwards!

Please don’t be a silent reader 🥺 I’d love to know what you think! 💕

Day 5 ❄️ Kinkmas Masterlist ❄️ Day 7

Jungkook takes one last look at himself in the mirror, adjusting the straps on the suspenders draped down his bare chest with a sigh. He looks ridiculous. But as Namjoon reminded him when he gave him the costume earlier today, “It’s not for you, it’s for the customers.” Jungkook understands that everything he does here is for the customers’ satisfaction. And he’s fine with that. 

He’s always been a giver.

Jungkook’s only been a server at Woodpeckers for a month, but he feels like he’s got a pretty solid handle on the place. It’s the trashy male equivalent of a Hooters, except the servers here aren’t wearing tight shirts. No, usually Jungkook’s walking around in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants and a smile, ready to show his tables a good time. 

Tonight’s a little different. The restaurant is closed for the Annual Woodpecker Holiday Games. The tables in the main room have been pushed back to create a little stage area. The kitchen staff is working on appetizers and snacks, the bar staff is mixing up holiday concoctions, and the other servers are currently lined up on the stage in their matching costumes. 

Jungkook feels a little better knowing he’s not the only one who looks insane right now. It’s a wild outfit that their manager Yoongi picked out this year - everyone’s shirtless as usual, with tight bright red briefs worn under red velvet chaps that fall to mid-thigh and are ringed with white fur. The chaps are attached to a big black belt and suspenders, and the entire ensemble is topped off with a Santa hat. Jungkook fiddles with his suspenders again. He looks like the world’s horniest Santa, an epithet he’s not entirely happy to hold.

But clearly Yoongi knew what he was doing, because the audience gathered here is eating it up. This crowd paid to be here tonight, selling out the tickets for the event in mere minutes, and Jungkook knows they’re expecting a good show. He’ll do his best not to let them down. 

“Ho ho ho and welcome to the Annual Woodpecker Holiday Games!” Yoongi announces, speaking into the karaoke mic that he’s repurposed for tonight’s games. “The open bar is now open, so please grab some Jingle Juice or a mistletoe shot while the staff prepares for our first game!” 

Yoongi starts chucking white bundles at the staff and Jungkook unfurls his to find it’s a plain t-shirt. He cocks an eyebrow at Namjoon, his trainer. 

Namjoon shrugs. “Wet t-shirt contest.” 

“Really? That seems so… basic,” Jungkook says as he pulls the shirt over his head. He wasn’t sure what to expect tonight, since no one had bothered to tell him the roster of games ahead of time, but he figured they’d be a little wilder.

Namjoon grins, dimples popping. “It’s all about giving them what they want,” he replies, nodding his head towards the crowd. “And sometimes they just want wet tiddies.” 

“Alright!” Yoongi claps from his perch on a stool near the front of the room. “Let the games begin!” Music starts thumping as he gestures to the line of servers. “Time to get wet, boys!”

The game starts with head server Hoseok slowly pouring water over himself, treating the audience to some sensational body rolls as he does so. Taehyung goes next, and rather than drag it out like Hoseok, he dumps the entire pitcher of water over his head at once, then shakes his thick fluffy hair like a dog, spraying some of the ladies in the crowd who shriek in delight. Head bartender Jin uses two cups instead of a pitcher, spinning in place as he soaks himself. Jimin, ever the showoff, puts a tray of water down on the floor, then does a dolphin kick into it, his chest dripping as he rises back up. 

Jungkook bites his lip while he waits for his turn. His competitive side is roaring to life. What can he do to make sure he wins? 

Next to him, Namjoon teases the crowd a little, flexing his massive pecs under his shirt as he dumps water over them, and the screaming in the audience gets louder as he makes them dance to the beat.

“Thank you, Namjoon!” Yoongi intones as the screams die down. “And now, time for our newest server, Jungkook! Peckerheads, let him know you’re ready!” 

The crowd gets loud again when Yoongi refers to them by the restaurant’s affectionate name for its customers. Jungkook quickly grabs four cups from the bar and fills them, then he walks into the audience. 

“Oh, looks like Jungkook’s gonna need a little help here! Won’t you help him out?” 

Hands fly into the air as audience members beg Jungkook for a cup. As he hands them out, a familiar face catches his eye. One of his repeat customers, a face he’s always happy to see on one of his shifts - you. With a wink, he gives you the last glass. Then he starts thrusting to the beat, motioning for you and the others to douse him, and the air is filled with splashes of water as Jungkook gets soaked. 

“Thanks, ladies,” he murmurs as the last drops drip down his torso. He rakes his hand through his wet hair and there’s a collective moan from the audience as he walks away. 

It’s no contest. Jungkook wins the first round. 

There’s a little break while the servers remove their sodden shirts and towel themselves off. This gives the audience time for more drinks, and Namjoon motions for Jungkook to join him at the bar for shots as well. Jungkook doesn’t drink on the job, but this is technically a party, so why not? 

“All right, let’s keep the festivities going, shall we? Gentlemen, please grab your boxes!” 

Jungkook is handed a tissue box with straps. The box is stuffed with ping pong balls. 

“Uh…” he looks at Namjoon questioningly. 

“Like this.” Namjoon demonstrates by tying the straps behind his back, so that the tissue box hangs in the front of waist like a giant ugly belt buckle. “Don’t drop any of the balls yet.” 

“O… kay.” 

“Peckerheads, if you’ll take your seats again, it’s time for everyone’s favorite - Bounce Those Balls!” Yoongi hits an air horn effect. 

Jungkook is totally lost. Jimin sees this, and leans over. 

“It’s like twerk pong. You know twerk pong?” 

Jungkook shakes his head. He does not know twerk pong.

Jimin grins. “It’s a stupid tiktok thing, people put balls in these boxes and then wear them on their butts. The goal is to be the person to ‘twerk’ the balls out the fastest. Only we don’t twerk here. We thrust.” 

Jungkook nods. “Got it.”

“Okay, once the beat drops, the game begins. On your marks, gentlemen!” Yoongi cues up another bass-heavy song, and Jungkook and the other servers start to thrust. 

Ping pong balls fly everywhere, bouncing off chairs, tables, even audience members’ faces as the servers shake their moneymakers as hard as they can. The crowd is screaming their faces off, cheering on the men, and Jungkook lets the energy fuel him as he pumps away.

Despite how hard he’s thrusting, it’s taking a shockingly long time for his box to empty. Jungkook glances down the line at the others. Jimin is twisting his hips more than he’s thrusting, so he’s no competition. Namjoon and Jin are both dancing rather sensually, to Jungkook’s surprise, and have barely lost any balls. Meanwhile, Taehyung’s doing the robot, having apparently forgotten the object of the game. 

But Hoseok. Hoseok’s got this intense look on his face that makes Jungkook shudder in fear. And the man is jackhammering like a machine, balls shooting out two by two like they’re lining up for the Ark. It’s impressive. It’s aggravating. It’s honestly a little terrifying. 

And it’s enough for Hoseok’s box to empty first. Jungkook grits his teeth as Yoongi announces the winner. It’s fine. He’ll win the next one. 

There’s another break as appetizers are brought out for the crowd by the kitchen staff, all of whom are in very high spirits tonight since none of them have to wear the sexy Santa costume the servers are stuck in. Jungkook ignores their snickering and sidles up to the bar.

“Are you having fun, rookie?” Namjoon asks, handing him two more shots. 

Jungkook shrugs, downing one. “I almost had that last contest.”

“If it makes you feel better, Hoseok wins that one every year. Man’s got the hip flexors of a god.” Namjoon rolls his eyes. “But look, none of this really matters, you know? It’s not like you get anything if you win the most games. It’s all-”

“For the customers, I know, I know.” It’s hard to quiet his competitive nature once it’s awake. Jungkook tips back his second shot. He fumbles the glass as he places it back on the counter, and it shoots across and down onto the floor behind the bar, where it promptly smashes. “Whoops.” 

He quickly ducks behind the bar to clean up his mess, not wanting to disturb Jin while he’s serving customers. While Jungkook’s crouching down with a dustpan, snippets of conversation float down to him. 

“So, how are you enjoying your first Games?” someone asks. 

“Mmm, honestly, I think you undersold them.” Jungkook recognizes your voice. “You didn’t say anything about those costumes, first of all.”

“That’s because they’re new!” The other voice giggles. “You should’ve seen last year’s, they were so freaky - just banana hammocks with reindeer faces. It’s a little weird when you see someone and all you think is, damn, Rudolph’s hung!” 

Jungkook grins to himself, suddenly happy with this year’s costume choice. 

“That does sound weird,” you agree. “But listen, I am struggling not to just stare at Jungkook’s dick in those briefs!” 

Jungkook freezes. He looks up at the bar, but he can’t see anything from this angle. He’s not about to stand up right now, though. 

“I don’t think they care if you stare,” the other person states. “I’m pretty sure that’s the whole point of those outfits.” 

“Yeah, I guess,” you sigh. “I just can’t help it, you know? I mean, god, that thing looks heavy. I bet it would feel so comforting if I held it in my mouth. Like a weighted blanket for my tongue.”

“A weighted blanket?! You’re such a weirdo!” The words are accompanied by tons of delighted giggles. 

“Whatever. I just want to suck him off so bad.”

Well, now Jungkook definitely can’t stand up, because the outfit you’re discussing is doing absolutely nothing to hide his erection. 

“Damn, I thought you had a thing for Namjoon?” 

“What, I can’t find more than one guy hot? Are you rationing my thirst?” you laugh. “Look at those two men and tell me you wouldn’t want to be the filling in a Woodpecker Oreo! Double stuffed, extra cream!” 

There’s more wild cackling and then your voice drifts away. As Yoongi takes up his mic again, Jungkook stands, adjusting himself carefully. He manages to get himself under control quickly, thanks to some strategically placed ice cubes. But he feels more motivated than ever as he rejoins the other servers on the makeshift stage. 

“It wouldn’t be Christmas without some presents, now would it?” Yoongi asks, holding up a little bag. “There’s a number on the back of your tickets. If I call your number, please join me here on the stage.” Yoongi rifles through the bag, pulling out slips of paper and calling out numbers until there are six audience members on stage. You’re among them, Jungkook notes, and his curiosity about the next game goes through the roof. 

Yoongi cuts his mic as he explains the game to the audience members, all of whom have taken a little gift bag from him and are heading back into the hallway that leads to the bathrooms. Jungkook turns to Namjoon, who shrugs. 

“I dunno. This is a new one.”  

When the audience members return, Jungkook does a little double take. Each one is now wearing a bright green pair of underwear overtop their clothes. Each pair of green panties is patterned with a vibrant red bow in the front. 

“Gentlemen, if you’ll just step aside, our chosen Peckerheads are going to line up across the stage, yep, just like that, thank you folks. Now, gentlemen, please pick your gift out of the line, and stand in front of them.” 

Jungkook nearly hip checks Namjoon out of the way to stand in front of you. You grin at him, eyes wide with excitement. He grins back. 

“Now, gentlemen, please kneel.” 

The room fills with whoops as the servers all drop to their knees. Jungkook glances up at you, enjoying the way you press your fingers into your cheeks, like you’re flustered to see him in that position. So he milks it a little, licking his lip ring before winking at you, and he can’t help but laugh when you cover your face with your hands.

“Alright boys, since you’ve all been so good this year, you get to open your gifts early. The object of the game is to remove the wrapping as quickly as you can. But! We here at Woodpeckers are consummate professionals, so we’re not going to be ripping it away with our hands like animals.” 

“Oh,” you breathe as you realize what Yoongi means. Jungkook smirks, eyeing the panties sitting over your jeans. Trying to find the right angle of attack. 

“That’s right. Keep those hands behind you at all times. The first server who completely removes their wrapping paper using nothing but their teeth wins. But remember, boys, these are precious packages in front of you, so please do handle them with care.” 

Jungkook can hear the joy in Yoongi’s voice. He knows his manager is thoroughly enjoying himself tonight. But he’s not looking at him, because he can’t seem to take his eyes off yours. 

“Be gentle,” you whisper, lips quirking in a tiny smile. 

“Is that what you really want?” Jungkook replies with a raised eyebrow.

Your eyes widen. Slowly, you shake your head. 

“Good. Do me a favor and spread ‘em.” He nods to your legs. You obey his command, lip tucked between your teeth, and he has the sudden urge to stand up and tug it out with his own teeth.

“And three, two, one - go!” 

Jungkook leans forward. Tilting his head to the side, he bites down on the crotch of the panties.

And in one swift move, rips it out completely. 

He can hear the crowd screaming behind him as he sits back on his heels, green silk hanging between his lips while he gazes at you. You look like you’re frozen, torn between running away and eating him. He kinda hopes you pick the latter.

“We have a winner!” It’s not Yoongi yelling that but your friend, the one he’d overheard you talking with at the bar. Jungkook turns to find her jumping out of her seat, waving her arms and pointing at him. 

Yoongi drags the mic over with him to inspect Jungkook’s work. “What are you talking about? He only ripped out the crotch!” 

“Yeah? And??”

Yoongi scoffs, walking back to his stool to watch the other servers continue the challenge. Jungkook doesn’t even bother to look at how they’re doing. Instead, he rises up on his knees a little to finish the job, smoothly tugging the panties down one thigh, then the other, back and forth until they’re low enough that gravity takes them the rest of the way to the ground. 

“You, uh, you didn’t have to do that,” you tell him, sucking in a shaky breath. “They already said that Taehyung won.” 

“I know,” he grins. “But I always finish what I start.” 

The grin remains on his face as he watches you return to your friend in the crowd. Namjoon offers him a hand as Yoongi announces one last break. “You look like you’re finally enjoying yourself,” he informs Jungkook. 

“I am.” Jin slides them both a shot as they belly up to the bar again. “What about you? You having fun?”

Namjoon shrugs. “I always enjoy these parties, but tonight’s been a little on the tame side, if you ask me.” 

Jungkook nods thoughtfully before tossing back his shot. “Maybe we should do something about that.”

The final game is another new one to Jungkook - the lap game. A ring of chairs has been set up on the stage area. The servers sit in every third chair, while the others are empty. Yoongi once again rattles off a series of numbers and slowly the chairs fill up with audience members - including six who take a seat right on the servers’ laps. 

“I know a lot of you remember this one from last year, but if you’re new, don’t worry, it’s simple. I’m going to ask some questions. Some are yes or no questions. If your answer to the question is ‘yes,’ you’ll move one chair to your left. If your answer is ‘no,’ you’ll move one chair to your right. Other questions will have specific moves - like ‘If you’re not wearing underwear, move two seats.’ That kind of thing.” 

Jungkook leans around the customer in his lap and glances around the circle. Most of the group is paying no attention to the instructions, either out of drunkenness or distraction, like the customer currently bouncing on Taehyung’s knee. This is going to get messy real fast.

“If there is a person already in the seat you’re moving to, congrats, they are now your seat. The boys are permanent chairs, meaning they won’t move. The game is over when the first Peckerhead makes it all the way around the circle and back to their original seat!” Yoongi pauses. “Okay, that sounded like a lot, in retrospect. Who the fuck cares, let’s go!” 

It takes about three questions before the chaos begins. Two seats away from him, Namjoon has two customers in his lap, one on each thigh. He looks completely comfortable, unlike Jimin, who somehow has three, stacked one on top of another. Jungkook doesn’t pay any attention to the questions, just smiles politely at all the customers who end up in his lap for a turn or two before moving on. 

And then you plop yourself down on his leg.

“Hi!” you beam, glancing over your shoulder to look at him. 

“Hi,” he echoes. Then he pauses. “Did Yoongi call your number again?”

“Oh, no, uh, he called my friend’s number, but she said she didn’t want to play this year. Something about an elbow and a black eye?” You shrug, unconcerned for your own health despite how rowdy this year’s game is already getting. 

Yoongi calls out another question and some of the customers rotate. A woman to Jungkook’s right knocks another off of her chair and Hoseok tries to help her back up, sending the two women in his lap teetering to the floor. Yoongi sighs loudly into the mic. 

“It’s getting a little crazy out here,” Jungkook laughs. He slips his hands around your hips, sliding you back on his thigh a little. “I better hold on to you.” 

“Mmm, yeah, you heard what Yoongi said earlier. Handle me with care, please,” you giggle, squirming a little as he tightens his grip. Your laughter is so sweet, a welcome respite from the shrieking going on around him as others move again.

Your fingers play with the fur cuff on Jungkook’s velvet chaps. “So, you’re supposed to be Santa, right? Sexy Santa, or whatever?” 

Jungkook nods, though you can’t see him with your back pressed against his chest. “Yeah, that’s the idea.” 

“Okay. Then, do you want to know what I want for Christmas this year?” You glance down at him, a shy smile on your face.

Another customer tries to sit on Jungkook’s other leg and immediately your shy smile dissolves, becoming a fierce glare. “I think Yoongi said to move two seats,” you snap, hand covering Jungkook’s other thigh possessively, and the other woman flinches, nodding in agreement, moving away quickly. Jungkook’s 99% sure that Yoongi in fact said to move only one seat.

You turn back to Jungkook with an innocent expression. “So? Do you want to hear my wish?” 

Jungkook’s so turned on, he’s praying to the underwear gods that his briefs don’t snap from the force of his erection. “I’m pretty sure I can guess.” 

“Is that so?” You squirm again, and Jungkook realizes you’re not reacting to the strength of his fingers as they dig into your sides. He flexes his thigh and gets his confirmation in the form of a low hiss. “Shit!”

“Yep. Just as I thought.” The circle shifts around him. “You really haven’t done any of the stuff Yoongi’s said?”

“Huh?”

“The questions. You haven’t moved for the last five rounds.” 

“Oh. That’s because I stopped listening when I sat down,” you confess, grinning at him. “I’m not here to play the game, I’m here to play with you.” 

Jungkook tongues his lip ring, rocking you back on his flexed thigh again. You stifle a moan, fingers curling into fists, and he does it again. “Well then, let’s play.” 

As the game falls apart around him, Jungkook focuses all his attention on your reactions to his movements. He rolls your hips back and forth, sliding you more firmly into him when your strangled sighs start to get louder. 

Yoongi finally stops asking questions, since more than half the circle is no longer listening, too caught up in their own debauchery, and Jungkook sees his opportunity. He leans forward, pressing his lips against your ear. 

“There’s a supply room between the bathrooms. Meet me there in five minutes.” With one final squeeze, he releases his hold on your hips. You glance back at him for a moment before you rise and walk away. 

Five minutes later, he knocks on the door. You open it and let him slip past you into the room. As you go to shut the door, a large hand slaps against it, holding it open. 

“Hold on.” Namjoon grins as you step back to let him in. “Now you can lock it.” 

“Um. What are we…” you trail off, gaze bouncing between the two men. 

“We’re here to fulfill your Christmas wish.” Jungkook grins at your confused expression. He loops an arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest, as Namjoon slides behind you, hands rubbing circles over your hips. “I told you I knew exactly what you wanted, didn’t I?” 

“You did,” you say slowly, practically hypnotized by Jungkook’s tongue as he licks his lips. “But how…?” 

“Four little words,” Jungkook smirks. You gasp as Namjoon’s lips trace along the back of your neck, and close your eyes when Jungkook drags his mouth down your jaw. “Double stuffed, extra cream.”

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[toshio]

I've been thinking about doing uber. How long do you drive for $200-$300 and usually what time of day? Any sage advice?

I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED (being serious)

i really do enjoy doing uber! however, like most jobs, no job is perfect, there are shitty moments that make you wanna unalive yourself after a shift and that's normal. there are moments where i'm happy as f*ck driving to different areas in virginia and sightseeing during my breaks and then there's stressful moments where you can't find the person to pickup at the airport because of a language barrier (happened to me recently, big yikes). here's my unsolicited experience/advice:

the best parts about doing uber: you can get paid instantly, so if you got rent money due before the month ends, and you make like $700 from uber in a week, then instantly deposit that. there's an uber debit card that you should get, i use that. all the money you make instantly goes there and i just use it as a separate checking account to buy drinks and groceries and stuff, completely separate from my main.

another perk of doing uber is...obviously nobody tells you what to do. there's no boss telling you to clock in, you can just do a shift whenever, skip a day, work all day, etc. besides like customer support if something bad happens. which i heard is pretty shit btw so good luck. i love the freedom that uber gives me. i decided to catch up on grinding in my MMORPG (maplestory lol) and take like 1-2 days off. i can just go back whenever and that's beautiful. i love being my boss.

you can do early morning shifts near busy shopping centers, airports, and get decent money. i personally avoid the airport though, but i have done airport rideshares. IMO do not do uber after the sun sets, obviously #1 if you're a young looking woman driving alone at night you're probably a target, and #2 it's just spooky and you should be tucked in at home playing video games when it's dark. it's hard to see the road at night, it can be dangerous. just do early morning, evening, but when you see that sun getting lower, drive home asap.

so you can choose from doing rideshares (driving people) or food deliveries, i personally do both. if you don't like people, you can just turn on food. you legit just go inside a mcdonalds or even a fancy 5 star restaurant in the city, and then drive to the person's house and drop it off. for food deliveries the tips are calculated like 1 hour later, so if you get like very little money after dropping off your first food order, just be patient and check back later. the most important thing is choosing good orders, don't do something that's like $5 for 10 miles. always do something that's like $10 for 5 miles. your car's health is very important, don't milk it too hard.

on that note, cars...you obviously use your car to drive people and food around. make sure your car is well kept. if you're driving a piece of garbage, it's honestly kinda good to "milk" it with uber until it finally combusts. while doing uber, there's a lot of risk you're putting yourself in. only sign up for the job if you consider yourself a good driver with 0 accidents in the past like 5 years or so.

idk there's a lot about uber, i don't wanna yap your ears off. if you're interested, go on youtube and type in uber driver stuff. there's nice youtube shorts of it, and full on youtube guides about uber/doordash/grubhub etc. they're all considered "gig" work so it's not like a 9-5 which is what i loathe and avoid doing in my mid 20s.

if you sign up, i'll give you some personal tips i made up:

keep a gallon of water or two in your car. snacks too, but they might melt if your area is hella hot during the summer. keep yourself loaded. you'll be driving a lot. i do tend to eat out at fast food restaurants or stuff like panera before, during, or after shifts.

calculate the distance (mileage) and the money $$$ involved when you get a request. do not take bad orders. bad orders are like, very little pay (customers tipping like shit) for HIGH mileage which is basically you just losing money. rule of thumb is like, 1.5x or 2x the pay for the mileage. for example, 5 mile food delivery for $10 total payout.

when picking orders, be aware that if you do a long distance trip (like 10 miles+) you're gonna end up in a different city or area in the state that you live in. do not drive too far away, because you eventually have to drive back home. and sometimes you end up in sketchy areas, so stay safe and make sure you know your state, the roads, and how to navigate. your GPS is your best friend.

[joesheistyy]

Cold Feet

two lil blurbs :)

The chilly Cincinnati weather wasn't welcome when it came to you. While you preferred to be cold, you didn't mean THIS cold.

It was a chilly Sunday evening in the off season and you and Joe were spending it on the couch. Could he afford to turn up the heat? Yes. Was he raised to keep it cool even in the winter? Also yes.

The house was kept at a brisk 65 degrees. If it were that way during the warm months, you'd love it. But when it was 28 degrees outside? Absolutely not.

You had been up and around the kitchen, gathering snacks and drinks to have a small movie night. The hardwood floor felt like you were walking on ice, even when wearing socks. Your XL nike crewneck and Christmas plaid pajama pants clad your body. Your bare feet were freezing.

After you placed a bowl of popcorn and two Angry Orchards on the coffee table, you grabbed your favorite cozy blanket. Joe was sitting on the middle cushion of the couch. You were most comfortable when your back was against the arm rest and your legs were draped over Joe's lap.

You sat down, throwing the blanket over your body. Your knees were propped up as you tucked your feet under Joe's thighs.

"Jesus Christ y/n, your feet are so fucking cold," Joe whined as he felt your icicle feet through his sweats.

"Yeah cause someone won't turn up the heat," you replied sassily.

"Can't you just put on socks?" he responded, growing an attitude.

"I mean yes, but that's a lot of work and your thighs are warm," you stated simply with a shrug.

"y/l/n, just put on some damn socks,"

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Spring was just around the corner, but you were in the staple midwest second winter phase. The day had been nice and in the mid 50's. You spent your day in the sunlight of the window on the couch reading your favorite book.

As the day progressed and the sun went down, the wind made the nice evening turn brisk. Joe had been out training most of the day, so he had become acclimated to the outdoor weather.

The house stayed cool and you moved away from the window that let in a slight draft. Joe arrived home after dinner time having eaten with the team at the stadium. You cooked yourself a bowl of tortellini with sautéed spinach and a glass of wine. The boiling water helped to heat up the kitchen a bit.

After Joe's arrival home, he made his way upstairs to take a hot shower. You both were in the mood to go to bed early.

Keeping the house cool at night was the right way to go for Joe to get a good night's sleep. Most of the time you could handle it because Joe was your own personal furnace, but some nights, your feet were too cold to sleep.

After you both had done your night time routines, you climbed under the blankets. Joe was partially sat up while he checked his phone one more time before bed. You, however, were all snuggled in.

"Joey lay down, I'm cold," you whined and tugged at his arm.

"Fine fine, c'mere you little icicle," he said as he plugged in his phone and turned off his bedside lamp.

After a couple minutes of snuggles, Joe turned away to face the wall, the way he normally sleeps.

You were still cold, especially once Joe turned over. His breaths evened out and you knew he was sleeping. Disrupting his sleep was something you hated to do, but you needed his warmth. He knew that if your feet were cold, you couldn't sleep.

You mischievously tucked your feet in-between his calfs. He stirred a bit, letting out a string of curse words as he felt your cold feet.

"Babe, put on some socks or something," Joe spoke, still half asleep.

"But you know I hate sleeping with socks on, and you're just so warm," you said as you snuggled yourself into his back.

"Fine, but this won't happen next time," Joe said before falling back asleep.

You smiled into his back, slowly but surely starting to warm up.

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My house is freezing so I came up with these lil ideas! I hope y’all enjoyed!! <3 much love

[welcome-back-home]

Hi! Noticed your asks are open, (and also, I love your recent work! The dynamic is so cute!!) and I want to request a wally x reader who is a popstar, I wanna see your take on it!!

Also, Have a great day! 💜💜

thank you so much! im so glad you liked my work! i really appreciate it ^^ you have a nice day too and happy reading!

link: puppet reader

note:this is a massive story im so sorry

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the day started like any other...at least at first, wally does his daily painting routine at his favorite painting spot, underneath a tree with a easel in front of him. the painting he was making resembled a apple cut open with many colors inside in a lemony yellow backgound. he figured his beloved would enjoy it. no matter what personality, they always loved his work and almost immediately hangs it on their wall.

he then paused, mid motion of dipping his paint brush into red paint...now thinking about it, he hasnt seen you all day or hardly anyone for that matter. normally you would show up to say hello or he finds you during his journey to his painting spots, but he was so caught up in his own little world to notice that...time passed and you still haven`t shown up.

a chill goes up his spine at the thought of something wrong might`ve happened, getting a breif flashback of the time his beloved developed a daredevil like personality and they almost got themselves killed.

he looks at his painting as he set the tools down, "it can wait" he thought, as he ventures off to find you.

walking to your home he noticed the design has changed again, it was covered in colorful music notes and fake plastic vinyl records here and there and music is playing from inside. a pleasant musical theme. however over the music thats playing inside was the sounds of construction behind the house and friends talking. wally thought you where back there building something. so he walked behind the house to not see you, but sally, julie, and howdy. the three are apparently working on building a stage, it looked to be almost done as its firmly standing tall and decorated with star covered curtains and fairy lights.

the neighbors have been busy most of the day making a mini concert for you, a treat you 'the famous pop star' wanted to give to the community as a thank you for being great friends. of course you didnt ask them to make the stage, they offered to make it for you. the three of them was having fun putting the last finishing touches on the setup while frank gets chairs, barnaby gets snacks, and eddie finishing his final mail run for the day, poppy was nowhere to be found. wally wonders where both you and poppy could be...but he figures the both of you are busy with something else important for this setup. so instead he went to say hello to sally,julie, and howdy.

"hello friends!" wally greets the trio while he waves "wally! where have you been? you was about to miss the show" sally asks with a smile, a bottle of glue and a jar of glitter in her hands, she was making glitter covered shapes on the stages platform to give it extra flare "im sorry, i was caught up with my painting and did not notice the time" wally sighs as he confessed where he has been most of the day, embarrassment and a hint of remorse in his tone "thats ok silly! you`re here now!" julie speaks up, understanding that anyone can lose track of time when they are doing something they enjoy, "am i still able to help?" wally offers, even if its kind to late, howdy holds out a paintbrush to him thats coated with green paint "can you help me paint the rest of the stage?" howdy smiles, even if he had it covered already with his four arms, he would love to have some help.

with a grin wally accepts the brush and helps howdy paint the wooden stage. everyone else returned from their tasks and soon the set up was finished, poppy showed up after a while to sneak someone behind the curtains of the stage and took a seat with everyone else in the small crowd.

and then the show begins.

the curtains open to reveal you on the center of the stage, the fairy lights illuminating the stage and makes you shine brighter then anything in the world in wallys eyes. you was smiling, dressed in pop star getup, and face framed perfectly with the new hairstyle you have for the day. you looked like a angel standing on that stage.

"hello neighbors!" you said cheerfully into the mic thats on a stand in front of you "i wanted to give you something in return for the never ending kindness you've always given me since ive moved here" you continued, a spark of confidence in your voice "i`ve written this one for someone special, i hope you all enjoy it" you say as a song starts to play from the speakers.

as you began to sing the world practically stood still, your voice was so beautiful it practically made wally swoon. his heart sped up and his face grew warm as he rests his head on the palm of his hand, never taking his lovestruck gaze off of you. a song you have made for him you`ve sang with all the confidence in your very soul, each lyric and note he will forever know by heart. he has never fallen as hard as he did at this moment...

and even when the song finished he never took his eyes off of you or even stopped listening when you started the next song, he hung on to every word. just enjoying every second of your beautiful performance...

[endlessnightlock]

From the Random Writing Prompts, 59 please!

"H-how long have you been standing there?"

The third part of this series:

You've never even touched yourself?

Are you trying to turn me on, or are you really that oblivious?

From 150 Random Writing Prompts

Katniss checked the time on her phone for a second time, too distracted to register what it said the first time she got it out. 4p.m. She stuffed her phone inside her back pocket and sighed.

She shouldn't have left the house in such a hurry. Peeta wasn't due to meet her here for another ten minutes, so she was in limbo outside the movie theater, avoiding eye contact from Haymitch Abernathy, maintaining his post at the ticket window. He tended to glare at loiterers. All was forgiven once you had your tickets in hand.

She had to get out of the house, though. Their mom was at work, and she wasn't ready to face Prim alone. Her little sister already knew something was afoot after coming within seconds of catching Katniss and Peeta making out in her bedroom. Ever since finding them both red-faced---and Peeta strategically covering his lap with a spare pillow---Prim's been eyeballing her in a way that scared her a little. Katniss had enough on her plate. She'd deal with her later.

She thought of going to the dollar store across the street to grab some candy for the movie, but her bag was at home, and those boxes were hard to hide if you weren't wearing a sweatshirt or something bulky. Everyone in town knew the movie theater struggled to stay open, and she'd feel like a real asshole if she strolled past Haymitch with an obvious box of Reece's Pieces poking out of her pocket. Plus, she wasn't hungry. The only thing she actually was was nervous. She scuffed her foot along the ground. It wasn't like her to fidget

She was ready to pull her phone out to check the time again when she caught a glimpse of him coming up the street from the city lot, where he must've parked his car. When he caught her eye, her hand shot up in a wave.

"Hey, how long have you been standing here?" Peeta asked, reaching her side.

"Not long," she said

"I should have picked you up," he said as they headed towards the theater.

"Nah. It's nice out. You know I like to walk."

Peeta ran a hand through his hair when they stood at the ticket window. He stepped up first, and Katniss was still reaching in her pocket for the twenty she'd grabbed when he asked Haymitch for two tickets for the movie, quickly shoving his debit card through the opening at the bottom of the plexiglass window.

Haymitch studied the two of them behind the curtain of shaggy grey hair always hanging in his eyes before taking the card and swiping it through the ancient card reader. The machine beeped two or three times before slowly printing out a receipt. Katniss found herself fidgeting again. She felt like something was going on that she couldn't quite grasp. Finally, Haymitch slid the card and the yellow copy of the receipt back out. "Enjoy the show."

"You didn't have to pay; I brought money," Katniss said as they walked away from the counter.

"I wanted to. Do you want any snacks?"

"I'm alright."

"Awe, come on. I know you want some popcorn, at least," Peeta said. He placed a hand at the base of her spine to herd her in that direction. Warmth flooded through her body. Her thoughts immediately went to the other day and the way his hands felt on her hips before flipping them over on her bed.

They were standing at the concession stand when a thought came to her. "Is this a date?" she blurted out while the worker behind the counter squirted butter on their large popcorn.

Peeta started laughing, and the concession girl paused mid-squirt to look at them. He still hadn't gotten himself under control when she handed him the bag, letting kernels tumble out on the countertop. Katniss snatched the box of Reece's Pieces he bought her, embarrassed. It wasn't a dumb question.

"Let's talk when we get inside. They always show like half an hour of previews anyway," he said.

Katniss held her tongue until they were settled in the back row (weird because they usually sat mid-theater) against the wall. The theater wasn't packed or anything, not unusual on a Tuesday afternoon, so they had the back to themselves.

"So?" she asked.

Peeta smiled. "I don't know. Do you want this to be a date?"

Katniss frowned at him. "Why are you putting this on me?"

"I don't know. I'd just like to hear you say what you want."

"You didn't ask me on a date," she stared down at the box of candy in her hands. "I guess I just want to know what this is."

Peeta fixed his eyes on her. He leaned in close. When she looked up he put his finger under her chin and tilted it up. He kissed her. She sucked in a breath before drawing him in deeper.

He never did answer her, but the popcorn got cold, and the Reece's Pieces went uneaten. She couldn't remember a thing about the movie after. And she definitely wasn't ready to face her sister. Peeta was just too damn distracting.