#thirsty answers

[five-oh-thirst]

WHAT is bonker i have to know

WHEEZING

Of all the people to not figure that one out... I'm dying. I'm crying. Pleaseeee send help 🤣

It's Boost and Sinker 😂😂😂

[callsignthirsty]

Thirsty - 55 AND JAKE IM BEGGING YOU

HEY SUNNY!

YOU DON’T NEED TO BEG unless you wanted it in a timely manner. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x F!reader Word Count: 850 Warnings: smut, overstimulation, p in v, mentioned fingering, mentioned oral (fem receiving), the mortification of being walking in on Minors DNI

Smut Prompt #55

You’ve been seeing Hangman for a couple months now. Suffice to say, the uranium mission had made him much more agreeable. Easier to palate. Just enough of his edges smoothed to make his smart mouth charming where it had once provoked with sarcasm and biting wit. And in that time, you hadn’t exactly wanted for sex. Hangman’s appetite was something else; you can’t think of a single time he’s left you wanting. But that doesn’t mean that you don’t like to take things into—ahem—your own hands every now and then. So when Hangman grumbles that Cyclone has wrangled him into a late night at North Island, you decide to have some fun.

Your assigned housing unit’s door doesn’t creak anymore since Hangman fixed it. Not that you’d have noticed after half a bottle of wine, anyway. You’d been too distracted to hear your spare key snick the deadbolt or the door open. So you were shocked into momentary stillness when Jake appeared in your doorway hardly thirty minutes after he’d usually roll around. Staying late, your ass.

“What’s wrong, darlin’?” he asks, eyes drinking you in unabashedly where you’re spread out on your bed, fingers buried between your legs. “Don’t stop on my account.”

You heaved a sigh. That wasn’t how you’d planned on your night going. Reassuring your situationship that taking your pleasure into your own hands wasn’t a reflection on his ability to get you off. “It’s not like that.”

“What’s it like, then?”

You decide direct is the best approach. “Sometimes I just want to cum.” And you’d assumed he wouldn’t be stopping by after his apparently-not-so-late night.

Hangman hums as if he’s mulling it over while he unbuttons his khaki top, dropping it as he steps forward to tower over you in his undershirt and regulation pants. “Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.”

When Hangman gets something in his head, he chases after it with his entire being. It’s one of the things about him that had both infuriated and fascinated you.

So, the answer is five.

Once as he guided your hips in a sinful grind against his thigh, sucking a bruise into your collarbone. Again with his fingers massaging the sensitive walls of your cunt and pure filth caressing your ear. Twice with his face nestled between your thighs—technically a third when he used his tongue and fingers in tandem.

“Jake,” you whimper, lightly swatting his head away from your quivering, oversensitive pussy. “That’s– ah! That’s enough.”

He chuckles, the sound originating deep in his chest. “You sure?” he asks, crawling up your tired body. All you want to do is sink into your mattress, but plush lips catch your nipple, and you can’t help the way you arch into the slick heat. He lets your nipple go with a pop. “I think I can get one more out of you.”

He takes his time playing with your tits before he nudges your legs far enough apart for his hips to slot between them. He shudders as he presses himself close, lazily thrusting his long-ignored cock along the length of your cunt. Nudging your clit and sending sparks crackling all throughout your system before drawing back to start over again. You wonder, a little hysterically, if he broke something inside of you. If he’d knocked a screw loose for you to want it after the wringer he’s purposely put your body through.

As the sensation walks the fine line between pain and delicious pleasure, you wrap your legs around his hips and roll into his next thrust. Offer him more of the friction you know he craves. He looks every bit the cat who got the cream as he brings a hand down to position himself at your entrance, but he pushes in slowly. Relief and restraint warring on his face as his jaw slackens and he fights to push in slowly, the movement slick from how wet he’s gotten you.

“There you go,” Jake rasps, muscles bunching as he lowers himself to capture bitten lips in a kiss. The rhythm he starts is gentler than you think he’s been with you before, but he’s brushing all the spots that wind you tightest. His pale eyes are half-lidded. “This okay?”

It’s over far sooner than you could have anticipated, but with everything else you’ve endured and the way Jake grinds against your sweet spot with unerring accuracy, liquid gold rushes through your veins as he makes you fall apart in record time.

“So fuckin’ hot,” Jake groans, pulling out of you to strip his cock. Grunting as he shudders through his orgasm, pearly ropes decorating your abdomen.

“Six,” he says, pressing a kiss to your stomach before leaving the bed to retrieve a washcloth.

You’d throw your pillow at him if it weren’t so comfy… or if you could get your arms to work. “Don’t sound so smug.”

“Whatever you say, darlin’.”

You’re asleep by the time he gets back to the bed with that washcloth.

[endless-ineffabilities]

Imagine Ewan getting down and dirty at his parents house late at night when everyone is sleeping. His family is in for the holidays and he just has this fantasy of doing it in the dining table and the next day he is just giggles during holiday dinner and his mom asks what is going on with you Ewan and he just giggles and shakes his head and reader kicks him under the table.

I need to go to church or some religious house

On the dining table?? Where meals are consumed????

You do need to go to some religious house (nice phrase btw lol) 😩😩😩😩😩

18+ (😶)

The Mitchell family's dining table proved to be sturdy indeed. Made of varnished oak, it was the most imposing piece of furniture in the entire house—spanning 7.5 feet lengthwise and seating 10 people at a time. Perfect for your boyfriend's extended family.

It barely creaked as Ewan's hips slammed into yours with a bruising, brutal pace that almost dragged the whimpers from your throat.

"Unnnhhh, shit," you whined helplessly, sounding every bit like the coquettish slut of a girlfriend who lets herself be fucked on the family's dining table.

When your head lolled to the side, eyes rolling to the back of your head, Ewan actually growled, "Eyes on me, love. Wanna see ya."

He had been extra demanding and needy lately. Surprising, given your domestic setup for the holidays. You thought he would be able to reign himself in around his family, but on the contrary, the boy's libido increased tenfold.

Touching you under the table. Taking you from behind in the shower, your breasts pushed up against the fogged-up glass. Eating you out on his childhood bed.

And for the winner, fucking you on the dining table.

Granted, it was 2 am and no one knew any better, the house a steady murmur of snores and sleeptalking—but still.

You arrived at your peaks almost in sync, biting down on each other's shoulders to keep from screaming. Errant streams of cum dripped from your pussy down onto the wood, giving it an added sheen.

You spent a good 20 minutes making sure that not a single trace of your bodily fluids were left on the surface.

The Mitchell family needed to be shielded from the knowledge that their golden boy had ravished his girlfriend into oblivion in the very spot where they shared their family dinners.

[revnascorner]

holy fuck, use it on me please 😵‍💫

well since you asked so nicely…

[dekariosclan]

Hello! (I'm Gale of Waterdeep-no, wait, that's not what I meant to say -___-)

You are so sweet and take the time to answer so many asks, even ones that are similar to ones you've done before or straight up repeats. You're seriously the best! Just wanted to let you know how appreciated it is.

I feel like so many asks have come from people who struggle with self esteem (myself included, I've sent a few your way) and who are fond of Gale because he builds up those he loves. So I guess I also wanted to add that 1) you're amazing for treating us vulnerable souls with such grace and love (just like Gale would <3), holy cow has it made my day so many times and 2) I hope it's not emotionally taxing on you to give that support to so many in need - it almost feels like you're a Gale-channeling-therapist at times, lol.

I maybe am feeling extra mushy around Valentine's Day. Whatever it is, its inspiring me to give you some thanks, some extra love, and make sure you are also taken care of like you've taken care of so many of us!

My face while reading this ⬇️

It’s me, I’m cow-eyed Gale now, Anon. 🥹 Thank you so much!

I’ve received so many sweet messages over the time I’ve had this blog, you all are so incredibly kind. I typically haven’t reposted those messages (I just save them & keep them close to my heart ❤️) because I want my blog to be about Gale, not me!

I made an exception for this message for a few reasons. First, because this was received around Valentine’s day in February, which is the perfect way to illustrate how far behind I am on asks! So I want to take this opportunity to beg for forgiveness, and to apologize to anyone who sent in an ask that got lost in the void™️ and/or had me too stumped to answer. I will probably temporarily close asks so I can catch up a bit, but don’t worry, it will only be temporary.

And second, because Anon asked if I find this emotionally taxing, and I want you all to know the answer is no, no, a thousand times no. The complete opposite actually. I started this blog as a creative outlet that I desperately needed, because while I really do enjoy my corporate design job, I needed something more. I needed somewhere I could be funny and goofy and do whatever I wanted with my designs, or just rave about my favorite character, or share my ramblings on a certain fandom subject, etc. The fact that you all have been so supportive has been the icing on the cake.

But now it’s more than just that. I don’t get political on this blog (because again, I want to keep it about Bg3 and Gale, not me) but I’m struggling with shame and fury as my country sinks even deeper into fascism and hatred, as the government betrays our allies, and basic kindness and empathy for other people—especially the most vulnerable among us—is washed away.

But then I get to come on here and get messages from you all, with questions where I can see what a sweet and genuine person you are, to remind me that there are still so many good people in the world. And it’s my favorite thing to channel Gale to tell you that yes of course he would love you, it doesn’t matter what you look like or what size you are, you have a good, decent heart, and my god what a tremendous feat that is in a world like this. What amazing strength it takes, to wake up everyday and still, despite everything, choose kindness. And you all continue to do it. ❤️

Finally, I want to assure you that I am well taken care of! I have the most amazing husband who is my real-life Gale (with a good bit of Geralt thrown in for good measure 😍) and whom I love more every single day. So I have everything I need to be fulfilled��my ridiculously large romance collection, my pixel wizard, my real-life husband, the amazing Galemancer community, and this blog.

Thank you so much for checking in on me and for the mushy message anon. I appreciate you all!

[muddyorbsblr]

i had a dream last night and i dont know who else to tell about it...

loki, wanda, and i were on a beach, and loki was just full on nude

girl, it was MASSIVE 😭😭

anon idk who you are but THANK YOU for sending over this thotty dream to me

Loki full on nude sunbathing on the beach is something that needs to be turned into a thirst fic or a smutshot holy fuckque--

yes yes this needs to be turned into something, i'm calling in the smuttery dealers

@lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @simplyholl @wheredafandomat @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @give-me-a-moose @mochie85 @gigglingtiggerv2 @liminalpebble @smolvenger

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

Completely random question especially for my fellow American friends: What state do you canonize Arthur from?

I know it's purposely foggy in the game, especially knowing that some real States are canon and others aren't... What we know for sure is that he is from somewhere in the North and that his mother loved a certain type of flower that grew in California and Oregon (considering this dialogue he has about the flower beside his bed with Mary-Beth). Need your experienced opinion on this!!

[snake-drinking-gif-every-day]

they're just really thirsty today :)

☝️🙂‍↕️ yeah exactly

we're pulling into the hydration station whenever is necessary here

[egophiliac]

thank you for blessing us with twst pokemon au i appreciate it greatly. if i may ask you a question

how does one read book 7 without selling their soul to the deep dark web. i've been wanting to read the other parts for a while but i can't find a place with all the chapters. i've seen translations on youtube but i don't think they have all of them?

(also why'd you government name mickey like that on your last post what did he do)

thank you! :D

I'm not really sure where to find up-to-date main story translations, so opening it up to the floor for other people to chime in! for reference, the latest release in JP was episode 7 chapter 6 on December 11th, which covered 7-88 through 7-100. fingers crossed for more in February...but that's where we're at right now!

(Michael knows what he did)

[callsignthirsty]

"I bet you think you're real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We'll see how cute you look later when I get you home." with Hangman! Happy celebration!

Hey Gigi —

I know it looks like I forgot about this, but I promise I didn’t (writer’s block’s a bitch, amiright?). I hope that it doesn’t disappoint. This is the first time I’ve written anything Hangman on my own, so hopefully, he’s recognizable.

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x F!Reader Word Count: 677 Warnings: N/A (who is she?)

Smut Prompt #11

It’s an ordinary night at the Hard Deck. Nothing for the books. Just drinks and good company. Even the fact that Hangman’s eyes have been on you all night isn’t something to write home about. The intensity with which he’s watching you, however, is.

Glance. Glare. Glower.

Phoenix’s fingers feather over your exposed collarbone as she tucks loose hairs over your shoulder. Rooster’s broad hand light against your lower back as he squeezes behind you to line up for his next shot—it isn’t even a good one. Payback’s fingers linger as he passes you a fresh bottle. Bob’s arm winds around your hip to pull you out of Coyote’s way and subsequently into himself when Coyote circles the table after Rooster scratches.

None of this stops you from laughing along with your friends as the night sails on. Despite what it may look like to outsiders, you know these are innocent touches. Well, not innocent. You know what they’re up to, and you’d put money on it that Jake does, too. Practically everyone is in on the joke. But that doesn’t mean he likes it. But, you think as Rooster wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you in close to ask for your advice on his next shot—not that it matters, Coyote’s going to win on his next turn—, their touches are nothing compared to the electricity that crackles through you when Jakes looks your way.

You haven’t reacted to a single touch that night, but that hardly matters. Not to green eyes. Not when the entire team has spent the night repositioning you at the pool table, brushing against you. Touching you. Small, inconsequential, intentional touches that are designed to crawl under Hangman’s skin. A taste of his own medicine.

“There you are, darlin’,” Hangman drawls, catching you around the waist as you try to skirt his game of darts. He reels you in until your back is pressed firmly against his chest, away from the sticky, lingering touches of his squadmates. “Sorry, Bobby, but I’m going to have to wrap this up.” He lines up his first shot. Bullseye. “It’s past baby’s bedtime.”

You guffaw, Jake’s arm tightening around you before he throws another bullseye. “Okay, Caveman.” The quip earns you a snicker from the peanut gallery.

“I bet you think you’re real cute,” he grumbles under his breath so only you can hear, “letting them put their hands all over you.” He hooks his index finger through the belt loop on your pants, his thumb sneaking beneath your shirt to rub teasingly at the sensitive skin around your hipbones. A touch that has the little hairs on your lower back standing at attention, the smooth skin beneath his thumb breaking out in goosebumps. He stands up to his full height to line up his last shot as he says: “We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.”

Before you can drag him out of the bar, Bob snorts.

“You got somethin’ to say, baby on board?”

Bob’s eyes widen a bit at being called out. He reaches up with the same hand that’s holding his Coke to adjust the glasses on his nose. “No– ah– well,” he clears his throat, eyes flicking to Phoenix, “just that she’d probably still look cute, you know–”

“Bob,” Payback tries to help out by cutting him off.

“–when you, uh, get her home. She’d– I mean, she’s always cute, right?” Closer to the pool table, Omaha is shaking his head while Fanboy groans an ‘oh my god.’ “So I don’t know why that’d stop.”

A smarmy, shit-eating grin slowly twists Hangman’s lips up until Phoenix is rolling her eyes. “That’s a mighty fine theory, Bobby,” he says, linking his fingers. He turns you in his arms, leaning in close enough that his breath tickles your ear. “How about we get out of here and test it out?”

Phoenix and Coyote boo you out of the bar.

A couple of hours later, Bob receives a photo that has him sputtering, his cheeks flaming.

[gotstabbedbyapen]

Hello! I was wondering if you have any HCs of Ares being a good dad if you’re a still doing them👀

I'm always open for making HCs! It's not an open request, just you guys suggesting things to me and I give you my thoughts and all.

Ares is trying to break the generational trauma cycle, learning from his great-grandparents, grandparents, and parents. He isn't the most beloved child of either Zeus or Hera, so he makes sure none of his kids, mortal or immortal, has to feel the same.

When Aphrodite was pregnant with any of their children, Ares would talk to them every night. He wasn't very good at baby-talking, basically just talking to his kids like they were his battle comrades. Aphrodite laughed at him the entire time.

When Aphrodite gave birth to Eros and Anteros (their first children), Ares was at her side to support. The mighty god of war then fainted TWICE during the procedure, hitting his head on a desk in the second time, but managed to keep himself conscious enough to see his kids before fully passing out.

Eileithyia later bans Ares from getting into the delivery room because she doesn't want to deal with her brother fainting again. And Ares throws a fit.

The birth of Phobos and Deimos was hell. Because he was banned, Ares was screaming outside of the delivery room, begging to come in to see if his kids were alright. Eileithyia prayed that someone will restrain her before she dash outside and smack her brother's head out of the window.

Aphrodite was super worn out after delivering Phobos and Deimos. So Ares let her rest while he held the twins each on one arm and "breastfeed" them with bottles taped on his chest XDDD

When Harmonia was born, Ares held her in his arms all the time, just staring at her tiny face for hours and not realizing he was crying. Nobody knows why he was like that. Ares didn't know why either.

Ares would let Harmonia braid his hair with flowers and bowties. He won't put on his war helmet on for a long time just to show off his daughter's work, even when he's going into battle.

If you laugh at his braided hair, that's one spear in your ass :)

Although Ares wasn't the bio father of the rest of the Erotes gang, he is their sorta-father-figure.

Ares is the type of dad who secretly gives you permission behind your mom's back. Eros is a little shit because daddy spoiled him and always got his back.

Ares helped Eros convinced Aphrodite to cease her scorn and try to accept Psyche into the family. It was hard work and took them centuries, but Aphrodite finally did get over her anger toward Psyche.

The list of Ares' good dad moments will be incomplete if we don't include Alcippe.

After killing Halirrhothius, Ares frantically turned to Alcippe to make sure she is alright. At first, he thought Alcippe would refuse him coming near because of what happened earlier. But to his surprise, Alcippe jumped into his arms right away and cried her fear out. Ares just held his daughter and be her anchor, and they stayed like that in silence.

When Ares was put in trial for murdering his daughter's assaulter, he did not regret a thing and was ready to receive all punishment. He even had his last words if he were to be imprisoned for all eternity: "If his children were ever attacked again, he would crawl out of Tartarus and drag the attackers down with him."

Hippolyta and Penthesileia, his Amazonian daughters, are personally trained by Ares, basically growing up under his eyes. They can be slaying enemies left and right and covered in blood and Ares will be cheering for them the loudest in the background.

But truth be told, there is still a dark side of Ares' blinding devotion to his children. Because Ares spoiled his children so much, some of them turned out to be terrible people, and yet he often turn a blind eye to his children's horrible deeds.

Heracles killed many of Ares' children during his journey because they were tyrants (Cycnus who killed travelers, Diomedes who owned man-eating horses, etc.). It's their karma serving to them, but Ares was having none of that. This is why the war god was hostile towards Heracles during his labor.

After Hippolyta's death, Ares was adamant to keep Penthesileia safe when she joined the war. And yet he still lost her to Achilles' spear.

When Ascalaphus and Penthesileia were killed in the Trojan war, Ares was ready to defied Zeus' order and rushed down to them. But, alas, he couldn't risk his father's anger and could only watch their death them from afar.

The other Olympians might not like Ares much, but most of them stood in solemn as the war god greatly mourn his children.

[silverskye13]

how did you get the confidence to write fanfiction? i always worry that i won't portray the characters properly so any ideas or wants to write fanfics that i have go away or i talk myself out of it :(

Well! First and foremost: Most people don't start writing,,,, anything with confidence. Let alone fanfic, where you know other people are going to be looking at it, with their own ideas of how the characters are supposed to act and feel influencing what they're coming to the story with. My first fanfic I was very insecure, which I feel like was evident, reading through the author's notes now. Apologies whenever something that required a lot of suspension of disbelief happened, a poll so readers could decide the ending so I wouldn't disappoint anybody, only to end in me writing and posting three different endings. Long justifications for why I chose certain things in the author's notes. The fic nowadays reads to me like a very rough apology.

"Hi I'm sorry I tried. Be kind I'm very scared."

But the thing about writing that fic was, it was the writerly equivalent of jumping into the deep end of the pool for the first time. After I bobbed back to the surface and realized a shark hadn't like, taken my legs off while I was down there, jumping in again got easier. And kept getting easier. And now I just write and post things.

There's kind of two schools of thought that I've seen people subscribe to, when it comes to taking the first leap. The one that's really popular around here on Tumblr is: Do it scared. It is simple and straightforward. You are scared. You will be scared. You probably never won't be scared. So do it scared. Write your thing, close your eyes and hit send [either to post it or to share it with one or two friends, or even just hitting the "save" button and not deleting it]. Get scared, do it, close your eyes, finish. When you open your eyes again and nothing terrible has happened, you can breathe a sigh of relief and do it scared again. It's a little nerve-wracking at first, but the idea is giving your mind the association of jumping and not falling. I did it and I didn't fail, therefore it is safe to do it again.

The other school of thought [the one I specifically subscribe to] is: Do it once. What you think or feel about it doesn't matter. What matters is you did it once. Maybe it will be hell, or it'll suck terribly. Maybe you're really excited! And it turns out great! Maybe its a wild ride of ups and downs, and by the end you need a few months to catch your breath and decide if it was worth it. Regardless: you did it once. Now you know, if you want to, you can do it again. Now you can decide if its worth doing again. For me, the euphoria of finishing a project always far outweighs the trouble getting there, so the step forward of "Do it once" is powerful for me. And that can be broken down too. "Write one chapter." "Draw one drawing." "Clean one room in the house." There is no pressure to continue if its really that terrible, but you at least get to decide if one was worth it [and a solid 9 times out of 10, one was worth it enough to do it more.]

Now, all that said, if what you're worried about is writing the characters right and nothing else -- don't worry too much. Most people care less about how true to life the characters are, and care a lot more about consistency in the story. An example from RnS: In canon, Helsknight is a cartoonish villain with one motivation, and that motivation is taking over hermitcraft Doofenschmirtz style. To date, no one has come into my inbox demanding I change him, because he's so OOC he's basically an OC at this point. What people have come into my inbox about though, is "Hey, you established X in this chapter, but he said Y in this chapter. Was there a reason for that?" which is them saying, "Why didn't you keep your character consistent?" If you tell your audience what the expectations are for the story and you stick with them, they will stop caring about OOC moments and characterizations, and will trust you're going somewhere with your writing. Suspension of disbelief, your powerful friend! They put the world on their shoulders and carry and everybody watches and claps.

If you're also worried about consistency, then start out with one shots! There's a lot less room for error, no large, sweeping character arcs to keep track of. And stringing a bunch of one-shots together can give you practice with character consistency and progression without committing to something massive and overarching. If you're truly worried about making the characters exactly like Canon [or the Canon in your head], I recommend making little lists of character traits, or important things you want to keep in mind. At that point you're scared of your own consistency, and you just need a framework to keep yourself consistent enough for yourself, if that makes sense?

Hopefully! This helps! Sorry I'm a little scattered today :'D

[revnascorner]

I really need you to fuck me with your strap while I sit in your lap, your mouth is sucking my tits, one of your hands rubbing my clit and the other holding me, slapping me to ride faster.

please baby I'm so wet, need to feel you inside

hope this helps 😘

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Prompt:

“PSA: Girls who wear Skechers don’t give BJs”

Have some high school Everlark, Anon. They’re seniors in this, so 18 or about to turn 18 years old. RATED M.

***

Peeta smirks slightly at the ridiculous graffiti on the bathroom wall. What, he wonders, does a girl’s choice of footwear have to do with her willingness to go down on a guy?

He digs a sharpie from his book bag and uncaps it before scrawling a response.

Or maybe you’re just an asshole no one would blow anyway.

He finishes and washes his hands, adjusting his bag on his shoulder as he makes his way towards his locker.

“What’s so funny?”

He glances up and blinks at Katniss Everdeen. Momentarily speechless at the sight of her, cheeks flushed and braid slightly disheveled.

“What?” he asks and she motions towards his face.

“You were smiling. That cute little smile you get when you’re amused.”

“Cute little smile?” he teases, his mouth stretching wider into a real smile. “You think my smile is cute?”

“Shut up, Peeta. It’s been six months,” Katniss mutters with a roll of her eyes.

“And what? I can’t still be in awe that the Katniss Everdeen not only actually agreed to date me but also thinks my smile is cute?”

“I’m dating you strictly for the cheese buns and the guaranteed prom date,” she retorts as she places a hand on his shoulder for balance. She works off one of her character shoes.

“I’ll take it.” He holds still for her and nods towards her feet. “Show choir practice ran late?”

“Trinket’s got a bur up her butt about the performance this weekend. You know how she gets.”

“Girls. You cannot hold back. Each movement must maximize the fabulousness of the routine!” He mimics and Katniss snorts slightly.

“I just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible,” she explains why she didn’t change her shoes before leaving the choir room.

“I’ll rub your feet later,” Peeta promises quietly. Katniss’s expression softens and her eyes dart around the hall before she leans in and presses a quick peck to his lips.

“And there’s another reason why I’m dating you.”

“Don’t get too excited,” he says. “I may ask you to reciprocate tonight. My calves are still burning.”

“Coach still pushing you guys hard over that bullshit second place last week?” He nods and glances down as she tugs on her sneakers. Sketchers.

His lips quirk and she freezes with her left shoe only partially on her foot.

“There it is again. That smile.”

“It’s nothing. Dumb graffiti on the bathroom wall.”

“Oh?” Her eyebrow lifts and Peeta sighs, knowing he won’t get away with distracting her again. He leans in close to whisper in her ear, even though it’s over an hour since school let out and they’re probably the only ones left in the halls.

“It says ‘PSA: Girls who wear Sketchers don’t give BJ’s.’” Katniss makes an indignant noise and Peeta chuckles lightly as he returns to his locker, finishing swapping out what he needs to finish his homework tonight. “Told you it was dumb.”

“And clearly wrong,” she says, sounding almost offended.

He shuts his locker and turns to her, amused now by how pissed off she looks. “Come on, Katniss. It’s probably just some butt hurt Nice Guy whining because no one would blow him anyway, Sketchers or not.”

“Then why were you smiling?” Katniss demands and realization of what she must be thinking about smacks him in the face. He steers her towards the doors, out into the parking lot where his beat up hand me down car is parked.

“Because I wrote something to that effect in response,” he tells her.

“Oh.” She says, but she still can’t quite meet his eyes. “So the other day, when I couldn’t… you know…”

They’ve reached his car and Peeta maneuvers them so that she’s backed up against it. He leans in close, nuzzling beneath her ear and lacing their fingers together at their sides.

“I don’t care, Katniss. How I feel about you isn’t dependent on whether or not you do something like that.”

“But… you want it,” she says softly.

“Of course I want it,” he whispers. “If it happens, I’m gonna love every second of it. But if it never happens, that won’t change the way I feel about you. Okay?”

She’s still biting her lip, but she nods and lets Peeta open the car door for her.

“Come on. Let’s get you home so we can take care of your feet.”

She climbs in and he makes his way around the car to do the same. They’re mostly quiet on the drive to her place, but when he parks in her driveway, he can’t resist leaning over to kiss her once. Just a quick little one because he knows how she feels about people seeing them. Mainly her neighbors, in this case.

“Besides,” he murmurs when they separate, “how am I gonna complain about it when you changed your mind because… what was it you said?”

He knows he’s got a shit eating grin on his face now, and Katniss is blushing and scowling at him.

“You know exactly what I said. And that smile is not cute,” she huffs, motioning towards him. But he still can’t wipe it off his face as she clambers from the car and he follows her.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever forget what happened when they’d gotten a little hot and heavy, tucked away in a dark corner of her backyard while her parents were working late and Prim was sleeping over at a friend’s. The sudden drop of his stomach when she tugged his shorts down and his cock bobbed up only for a dark scowl to take over her face. And Peeta started to panic that there was something off putting about his dick. Maybe he hadn’t washed well enough after practice and smelled a bit funky? He was about to suggest they try something else, about to call it off himself when she’d blurted out one of the biggest ego strokes she’s ever given him.

“How am I supposed to fit all of this in my mouth? Unhinge my jaw?”

Not that she’d never seen him before, but he supposed she’d never given much thought to sucking his dick until that moment. Her perturbation had put a rather abrupt halt to their making out, but Peeta sure as shit wasn’t gonna complain about it.

Her words had spawned an entirely new string of fantasies that had driven his frantic shower time masturbations for almost a week since it happened. Katniss getting him off with her mouth, without putting his cock in her mouth at all. Other than maybe just the tip.

Inside her house, Katniss calls out to make sure Prim’s already made it safely home on the bus, bringing him out of his memories and back to the present.

“I’m here!” Prim shouts back and Katniss double checks the notes in the kitchen so she knows when to get dinner started for her parents.

Peeta stands beside her and helps where he can. When they reach a point where Katniss can take a break, she takes his hand and leads him to her bedroom. Technically, her parents have a rule against Katniss having any boys in her room, especially when they’re not here. His palms sweat a little with nerves, that they might get caught, but this isn’t the first time they’ve broken the rules. And Prim’s already shown she won’t tattle on them.

He’s expecting her to sit on the bed and take her shoes off, but instead she locks the door and shoves Peeta back on the bed. A second time to get him to lay on his back.

“Foot massage?” he asks dumbly as she climbs on top of him, hovering over him on all fours. But then her mouth is on his and he gives up on talking. Resting his hands lightly on her hips, he follows her lead with the kisses. She’s being aggressive today and he shudders when she bites down on his bottom lip. Whimpers into her mouth when her hand slides down his body and starts palming him through his sweatpants.

“Katniss,” he whispers when she lifts her head and slides her hand back out of his pants. “Come here. I wanna taste you.”

He moves to push her hips up his body so she’s sitting on his face, but Katniss shakes her head. And then his throat constricts and dries out completely as she turns herself around, still on all fours, so her knees are on either side of his chest.

“Katniss what are you—?” He tries to ask as she shoves his sweat pants down his thighs. He obediently lifts his hips to help, hissing and gripping her thighs as she wraps one hand around his cock to pull him out of his shorts.

“I’m proving that asshole graffiti wrong,” she murmurs and Peeta’s eyes roll back in his head as her lips slide warm and wet over his tip. When he turns his head to moan into her pillow, his eyes land on her shoes, still on her feet. Her Sketchers. He’s staring at them a few minutes later when he warns her that he’s about to come. And he’s still staring at them when he resurfaces from the haze of his release, a slow smile spreading over his mouth.

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Dont feel pressured or anything but now thaf uve put that idea in my head id like to hear more about them like hcs and stuff,

justed has been one of mt favs for awhile i think jts cutie

I AM GOONG TO THROW UP ON YOU/POS/PPOS/POS

I am not pressured i fucking love justin x ted and need so much more of them so let me tell you.

Also this MIGHT be an ask ive already answered i genuinely cant tell if tumblr is tweaking and gave this one back BUT WHATEVER IM ANSWERING IT ANYWAY

one of my biggest headcanons between the two of them, following the ‘ted fell first Justin fell harder’ situation, is that Ted would have his first experience in actually gifting your partner things/thinking of them when you see something.

In my scenario with Ted and Mandy, I think growing up in that misogynistic sort of time, Ted didn't realize that the lack of concern for providing anything to Mandy wasn't just ‘dude stuff’, he just wasn't interested in being her boyfriend outside of the status it gave him. In his head, he figured she could just buy herself things and it would be easier, right?

But when it comes to Justin, Ted can’t see anything related to Justin's interests without thinking of him. I think he'd be a bit embarrassed to actually be vulnerable and show that for a while, but one day would cave. Maybe Justin's birthday or something is coming up >_< I also love to think about their style differences and how they both pretty much admire each other. Sure, Justin is a prissy rich kid, but he does look great with his shirt tucked into some slacks. Ted might be a barbaric idiot, but he pulls off a jersey and shorts very well.

Although, they like to see each other on the opposite side of the spectrum. Ted loves the way Justin looks after they've played catch in the dirt; once-pristine running shorts and shoes covered in dusty dirt, his competitive expression slick with sweat. Justin likes formal events at school because he gets to see Ted in a dress shirt, a tie, or even a suit. He likes how button-ups hug Ted's hard-earned muscles, and how he gets to adjust his tie every 5 minutes for a closer look at his face. Overall my favorite headcanon has to be Justin turning Ted from this egotistical jock into a pretty genuine guy- sort of how he behaves when Jimmy unites all the cliques for a second. Not to say he's some fairytale boyfriend, but I think Justin makes him more bearable to be around. Teaches him some 'rich boy' manners that Ted probably doesn't understand fully, but attempts to follow in order to see Justin smile.

i love them,,,, guys,,, pls send asks for ships or ocs anytime you like i LOVE ANSWERING ASKS

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I need monty x barty or monty x regulus content so bad, and I think you do too BUT have you ever thought abt monty x barty x regulus. That's my new obsession, hope I infected you with this disease 🫶🏻🤗

no i didn't but i can imagine barty wanting to top monty but ain't no way that's happening lmao regulus on the other hand wants to get sandwiched between monty and barty, not wearing anything under his clothes and he has the shortest skirt to leave nothing to imagination and monty can't wait to bend over reg and rail him as barty fucks regulus' mouth