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mysteriesmuse · 7 months

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Obsessed, Devoted, & Utterly Whipped Dipped (?)👀

A/N: thinking about spooky royalty Gomez and Morticia Addams this week and I want me someone as devoted and obsessed with me as they are 😭😭🖤

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Katsuki Bakugou who loves to make you swoon.

Who is absolutely, totally, completely devoted to you . . . (and whipped for you) . . . I’m talking — frequently walks past you and gathers your hair in one large hand and twirls it around his thick finger just to expose your neck to the chilly air. Likes to duck his head and give a playful nip to your ear as you slap his chest with the back of your hand. Kats who leans back and walks away with a rumbling chucke, but not before giving you a warm apology kiss and then taking the time to fan and brush your hair back to its ethereal state behind your shoulders and tucked behind your ears.

Katsuki who has you pressed against the duvet just pouring melting with adoration all over you. Slow and sensual — only to pause in your undressing and slide down to cup the back of your knee and press wet kisses up and down every inch of your shin and calf — and then your other shin and calf — leaving you feeling all hot n’ bothered but also as light as a feather as he says, “it’s because this part of you doesn’t get enough love.” And you’re left with your toes curling and thighs clenching as he presses his puffy lips up and down every inch — especially every beauty mark.

Katsuki who takes every opportunity he can to whisk you out onto the dance floor. Takes you hand in his and ducks his head so that he stares at you, eyes slightly hidden from his bangs and presses a searing kiss right onto your knuckles that are firmly grasped in the sweaty, clammy, calloused adoration that are his. Who flirtatiously takes you into a dip on the dance floor as your finishing move. He likes having been able to watch you grow more and more comfortable in it, and it’s now as you giggle with your little smile turned upside down that his chest is rumbling with glee as well. He remembers the early days where you’d sheepishly smile with your chin tucked. Nowadays tho, you let yourself grow heavy in his hold and tilt you head all the back until your neck is exposed. And Katsuki can’t help himself but to press The Most “searing-toe-curling-kiss” into the juncture between collarbone and neck — prime real estate for a vampire. And the man is giving gleaming red eyes and a charming smile when you tilt your head back up at him with round eyes. And he’s following you with a boyish shrug as if he didn’t know that giving a good suck to your neck and jugular didn’t turn you on. So you drag him by the collar (bc he never wears a tie) back to the bathroom and immediately attacking him with some of The Messiest mosquito bites Katsuki thinks he’ll ever receive — and he’s never gonna be able to send this shirt off to be properly dry cleaned once he’s buttoned it up and ready to make an exit. Because it’ll be stained from the substantial amount of your dark lipstick smeared across his chest all the way down to the navel.

#mysteriesmusing #bakugou katsuki #bakugou drabble #bakugou headcanons #reader insert #mha fanfiction #a little hint at some steamy sorta vampy action here 🖤#Been really thinking about this lately #gotta love the spooky season!!#katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #Also yes I’m like imaging reader with a classy black lippy

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yourorganichatred · 9 months

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light threatened to write my name if i didn’t draw this

#death note #death note fanart #lawlight #lawlight fanart #a little steamy!!#light yagami #l #l lawliet #l x light #light x l

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bimiio · 5 months

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need 2 hold a butch by the throat n suck on their tongue

#maybe dig my nails in a little #all of this between nasty filthy steamy dykey making out btw #femme4butch #nsft

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forwhomthebaeltolls · 5 months

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I wanna come to you all flustered and embarrassed. “Daddy can we kiss? Like big boys? Please?” I'd say all shy

And of course you can't say no to me

#i just wanna have a hot steamy make-out session with my daddy. of course by the end I'd want more but that's ok isn't it?#bd/sm kink #ringing the bael #dd/lb kink #dd/lb brat #dd/lb little #dd/lb blog #trans dd/lb

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icantalk710 · 10 months

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...it's 3am 🥱

#ore no kao #just to h-post off of my last one lol #felt a biiit steamy #[esp after talking to this cute finance guy at the gym who seemed to be interested but couldnt quite read him lol]#[also did kiiinda try to see who's around on grindr a little 😳 maybe i'll get a drink tmrw]

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themoon-andits-stars · 8 months

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Drunk on Something Stronger

(Loosely based on the first verse of Cornelia Street. Like very loosely)

Draco couldn’t say where his sudden burst of confidence came from.

The liquor in his veins, the pounding music vibrating his very being, the strobing lights making it impossible to tell how drunk he really was.

Maybe it was the way Harry’s front pressed against his back. The way his hands slid down Draco’s sides and across his stomach. How Draco was able to tilt his head back slightly so Harry’s lips brushed against his ear. The way he could hear Harry’s breath hitch with each movement of his hips.

Whatever it was, Draco felt electric with it.

He found himself turning to face Harry. Harry’s hands found a perfect fit on the small of Draco’s back while Draco’s arms hung loosely from Harry’s shoulders. He brought his face closer to Harry’s, lips so close that a single breath would result in connection.

Draco then moved towards Harry’s ear, his lips brushing against him. “I have a place just down the road,” Draco said just loud enough to be heard over the music. He pulled back to eye Harry whose face was flushed red. His pupils dilated and his mouth parted perfectly.

Harry began to lean in slightly, eyes flicking down to Draco’s lips. Draco smirked and leaned back slightly, reveling in the small look of disappointment that flashed across Harry’s face.

Draco began to turn when Harry’s arms loosened enough around Draco for him to make a clean escape. He made his way outside of the club knowing that Harry was not far behind him. He leaned against the wall by the door and waited for what could only be a few seconds before Harry finally stepped outside.

Draco hung his arms around Harry’s shoulders while Harry’s hands found their place back on Draco’s waist. Draco leaned in, their face only inches apart. He could hear the hitch in Harry’s breath as their lips barely brushed. “The nights only just started,” Draco whispered.

He slipped out of Harry’s hands and began walking down the road, smirking to himself when he heard the sounds of Harry following.

part 2 || part 3

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prettysailorkitten · 1 year

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Stopped posting cause my content wasn’t getting the love it deserves 🥺 so if you see this give it a like 👍

#steamy #seduction #18+ only #adultszone #adult model #thicc white women #thiccwaifu #curvy and cute #contentcreator #i sell content #sexy content #sexy tease #little tease #girls who like girls #like

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prompts-by-anjali · 7 months

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“Mmm,” A whispered, their eyes still closed. “You stopped kissing me, love.”

B’s chest rumbled as they quietly asked, “Do you want more?”

“More would be nice.” A’s giggle turned into a moan as B’s mouth took theirs again.

“My dear friends, hi, hello, can you adjourn the makeout session? We’re literally trying to run from C right now,” D cut in loudly, as they searched the room they were locked in for an escape.

A pouted at D, their best friend (and currently, their designated cockblock), as B pepped kisses at their neck. “It’s not our fault C turned out to be the town’s serial killer.”

#a little steaminess! plus a murder mystery oOOOooooOOO spooky #writing prompts #dialogue prompt #character dialogue #writing resources #writing #creative writing #dialogue #dialogue ideas #dialogue prompts #imagine your otp #imagine your squad #imagine your ocs

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intheticklecloset · 1 year

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Tickling on Ice (Yuri on Ice)

Summary: After practicing his latest routine, Yuri finds himself out of breath for several different reasons.

A/N: HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY, @dokidoki-muffin!! Since you left your wish pretty open-ended, I decided to take inspiration from this fabulous art and write a fic for it! You did tell us we were free to speculate, after all! I hope you enjoy it! ^^

And yes I'm aware this title is incredibly lame but it made me laugh and I couldn't be bothered to come up with something better so lame it shall stay lol

Word Count: 1,145

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Yuri Plisetsky was gasping for air.

The performance was over; he’d held his final pose the required amount of time. He was done, and that meant he could finally breathe. This routine was by far the hardest he’d ever performed to date. It was spectacular, but it took a lot out of him.

He propped himself up on his elbows, the cold of the ice burning his skin. From across the rink, another figure glided over to join him.

For a moment Yuri forgot how out of breath he was. If anything, seeing Otabek Altin only took his breath away again. He could hardly believe he’d just done what he’d done – having his friend help him with his routine by first catching the pink jacket he discarded early on and then by ripping his glove off his hand with his teeth.

Yuri tried not to blush as he got to his feet.

“Well done,” Otabek congratulated, nodding his approval. “That was the smoothest practice yet.”

“I still have some things to work on,” Yuri replied, eyes darting to the fingerless gloves the taller man offered him. He took them and stuffed them in his back pocket.

“Yes, but you have time for that.” Otabek scanned him briefly. “Not too cold?”

“Please,” the Russian scoffed, though he was pretty certain he was incapable of feeling anything other than an intense warmth when standing so close to his friend. Yes, just a friend. “If a little ice is enough to make me shiver then I’m clearly in the wrong profession.”

The Kazakhstani smirked. “Hmm. I have to admit, I’m impressed with how bold this routine is, even for you.”

“Bold? You think this is…” Yuri’s comeback trailed off when Otabek got right up into his personal space. He forgot what words even were for a moment. “…bold?”

“Yes.”

“Y-You…you don’t have to bite the glove off if you don’t want to—”

“I do.” Otabek leaned down to touch their foreheads together, a clear invitation, a clear question. “That blush looks good on you, by the way.”

“Wha?” Yuri yelped when his feet were suddenly not holding him up anymore, his skates sliding across the ice when Otabek swept his own beneath them. The blonde frantically reached up to grab him for stability, and the next thing he knew he was being suspended in the air, kept aloft only by the darker man’s hands on his hips and Yuri’s fists clenched in his black leather jacket. “What – what are you doing?!”

“I would like to kiss you, Yuri,” Otabek murmured. “Please tell me I can.”

Yuri shivered, eyes wide, but he nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

Suddenly, having the Kazakhstani bite his glove off his hand no longer seemed like the boldest move they’d made recently. His kiss was gentle but passionate, making Yuri see stars behind his eyes, and he didn’t protest in the slightest when he realized he was being pushed back down onto the ice, the cold against his bare back contrasting sharply with the warmth of the man above him.

Okay, so maybe he was more than just a friend. And maybe Yuri was completely fine with that.

Hands began to wander, Otabek’s fingers brushing gently over skin as he slipped under his shirt, and Yuri shivered again, inhaling sharply, tensing up.

Otabek broke their connection and met his eyes, a playful sparkle in them that made the blonde nervous. “Oh?”

“No,” Yuri said immediately, but it was useless. Fingernails scraped gently against his sides, making him squirm. “No, don’t do that!”

“Are you ticklish?”

“I’m – no! Nonono! I mean—” He tried again. “Please don’t, I’m…I’m really t-tihiheahahahahaha! Wahahahahait!”

Otabek chuckled, scribbling all over his lower torso, and Yuri squeaked and squirmed and tried to push him away, but it was all for naught. The older man was also much, much stronger, and the Russian felt a chill shoot through him from more than just the ice when he realized how stuck he was like this.

“Plehehease, I’m really tihihihihicklish! Dohohohohohon’t! Otahahahahahaha!”

In a sudden flurry of movement, Otabek pushed Yuri’s hands above his head, pinning one with his left arm and maneuvering the other into his left hand, freeing up his right to wiggle under the smaller man’s shirt and tickle freely. Yuri jerked beneath him, still stubbornly holding back his laughter despite how red he was getting from the effort.

The Kazakhstani carefully lifted his leg to half-straddle the blonde, pinning his hips in place, and that was when the dam finally broke.

“Plehehehehehehease! Ahahahahahaha nohohohohohohoooo! Otahahahahahaha!” Yuri giggled helplessly, blushing furiously under the other man’s kind, intense gaze. “Dohohohohon’t! Lehehehehet me up! Dohohohohon’t tickle – EEEK!! Nononono not thehehehere, not there!”

“No?” Otabek teased, dragging his fingers up and down the grooves of his ribcage like he was playing a xylophone. “Not your ribs?”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Yuri pleaded as he tossed his head back and burst into shrieking laughter, trying desperately to move any part of his body, bring his arm down, anything. None of it did any good, though, and that only made it tickle worse. “NAHAHAHAHAHT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!! PLEASE, BEHEHEHEHEHEKA!!”

For a moment the darker man slowed to a stop, allowing Yuri to gasp for breath a second time that day, and their eyes met for a long, quiet, intimate moment.

“Beka?” Otabek murmured.

Yuri’s eyes widened. He hadn’t meant to call him that; in his ticklish haze he hadn’t been thinking clearly and it just slipped out. “I’m sorry, I—”

“Say it again.”

“W-What?”

Otabek began tracing his ribs with his fingers. “Call me that again.”

“Eeep! Okahahay, okay! Beheheheheka!” Yuri squealed, giggles spilling out of him uncontrollably at the gentle touch.

“I like that,” the Kazakhstani said in a near whisper, leaning down to kiss him again, still tickling softly.

Yuri whined, still snickering at the light, teasing touches along his body. Between the playful tickling and the way Otabek was looming over him and pinning him down, the blonde was suddenly beginning to feel all kinds of different ways about the turn this skating practice had taken.

“All right,” Otabek said after another minute, slowing his teasing fingers to a stop and beginning to sit up, releasing Yuri’s arms as he did so. “You’re going to freeze if you keep lying here—”

“Wait,” Yuri protested breathlessly, wrapping his arms around his neck to keep him from moving away, tugging him back down on top of him. He swallowed nervously, blushing and averting his eyes as he muttered, “You can keep going.”

“Oh yeah?” Otabek chuckled again, bracing himself with his arms on either side of Yuri, one hand moving back down to scratch at his belly and sides. Yuri broke into another round of giggles, and the taller man crushed their lips together once more.

Yuri Plisetsky was gasping for air again before he knew it.

#fanfiction #tickle fic #yuri on ice #yoi #yuri plisetsky #otabek altin #otayuri #playful #teasing #a little steamy #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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theeblackmedusa · 10 months

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hey, YOU! attoye slut, come here.

take a walk with me.

minors go somewhere else

hot girl okoye gets dressed and leaves the house in this

attuma is begging her not to go bc he misses her when she's gone like the lover boy he is and is also foaming at the mouth because she looks good as fuck

but then...THEN

he opens her private story to be greeted with shit like this (ignore the palm colored)

and he's too turned on bc his girl is turnt and lookin sexy but then he starts thinkin about everybody else that is lookin at her and is like "nuh uh lemme go get my woman"

so he pulls up. doesn't even call. no text. just shows up. she is not happy bout that but he shuts her tf up when he gets all in her ear and puts her hand down to the crotch of his pants and tells her why he came to get her ass

so then she's like "man fuck this city girl shit bye bye" and makes him pick her up and carry her to the car on this type of shit

but they don't get home because she starts on some "did you miss me baby?" with her big doe eyes while rubbing him through his pants

so they end up like this in the backseat of his car (again ignore the palm coloreds)

#okoye on her hot girl shit while attuma's a hardcore lover boy #that's all i got #just a little thought i thoke #idk #steamy shit #attoye #okoye x attuma #bpwf #theeblackmedusa🐍🐍

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good-beanswrites · 8 months

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My translyrics for Salamander, written out under the cut :D

This one was much more difficult than the last, but I'm still very satisfied with it! 😤 I'm both sad that my version lost a lot of the fun soundplay of the original, and also waaay more impressed with the lyrics and vocals after digging it like this! I tried to keep it balanced between the original and Fuuta's version, though maybe it ended up leaning more toward the cover, idk. Leaving my specific notes in the tags 👍

Salamander~ Hot's nice, don't you agree? This pa- passion's fine, see?

"But" isn't what I wanna hear, so say "more" loud and clear.

It's heating up all through my mind when I'm with you.

I want a taste, but all this spice may prove more than I can take, (eh?)

Something's on your mind. So spit it out and tell me, don't waste my time, kay?

I'm hooked on this, pass me a dish.

The way I'm starving here without you -- it's a crime

A spicy treat, put on repeat,

Can I get seconds with the same heat? One more time!

Salamander~ Hot's nice, don't you agree? This pa- passion's fine, see?

"But" isn't what I wanna hear, so say "more" loud and clear.

It's heating up all through my mind when I'm with you.

I can't stop anything, although I wouldn't want to stop, oh no --

Take a breath, it's best to cool down or you earn yourself a burn.

I want a bite, I can't help giving in to this new appetite.

Again, again, I want to be on fire when I get to the end.

We live too fast, we burn to ash,

I never handled spices well and it's a crime.

A spicy treat, put on repeat,

Can I get seconds with the same heat? One more time!

I want to burn bright red

Salamander~ Hot's nice, don't you agree? This pa- passion's fine, see?

"But" isn't what I wanna hear, so say "more" loud and clear.

Tell me I'm not alone in my mind!

Salamander~ Look what's happened to me. This pa- passion's crazy

Tell me I'm not delirious, I'm being serious.

It's heating up all through my mind when I'm with you.

I can't stop anything, although I wouldn't want to stop, oh no --

Take a breath, it's best to cool down or you earn yourself a burn.

I want to leave I want to go, but I can never stop, oh no --

Take a breath, it's best to cool down or you earn yourself a burn.

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #deco*27 #this time i can confidently say this is my fav milgram song lmao #literally the hardest line of the whole song was the very first one #still not 100% satisfied but compared to my dozens of draft lines its pretty good #i really wanted the 'po's to be within a word like the original and went digging through so many words with the sound in the middle LMAO #i wanted something focused more on heat/spice but alas it had to be passion -_-#there was very little space to get across the idea of 'its not a big deal right?' so i hope 'fine' conveys what i want it to hmm...#forever missing the sound of 'ripiccha itai/ piriccha itai' but the treat/repeat lines still worked out well!#so mad english doesnt have a nice onomatopoeia like 'fuu' :(#i needed to keep the long u to finish of the first stanza the long o in a few lines -- i absolutely love how arthur lounsbery sings those #my ace ass appreciates his commitment to singing such a steamy song so harsh and turning the seductive whispers into angry grumbling 😂#me too man #the struggle of trying to write fun food lines and going 'oh NO that sounds even dirtier now' 😭😭😭#i actually did record myself singing and i knew it was gonna be bad but it was Really Awful adsfdsfd so sorry #just take my word for it!!! it all works perfectly!!!#(once again if anyone wants to cover it hmu hehe :3)#oops spelled delirious wrong in my chart shhhhhh #lyrics

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angel-bubbles · 1 year

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the hat rule

this has been a doozy and will definitely have multiple parts because i can't shut up about these fools but i needed to get this out into the world >:3 more coming i promise

read on ao3!!

David, Angel, Sam, and Darlin' are going out, sweet little moments ensue :)

Part One - David & Angel

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“It’ll be fun!” Angel’s voice echoed around the two of them as they dragged the end of the word out. David looked down at them skeptically which only caused their scheming smile to grow.

“I think our definitions of fun are different.”

Angel was leaning haphazardly against the wall of their bedroom pulling their beat up old cowboy boots on while David watched from the door. He hadn’t ever seen them in this outfit, to be honest he didn’t even know they owned boots like that. To his credit, Angel kept them in the back of the closet safely tucked away in a box so they wouldn’t get lost or tossed.

Once they got their jeans situated they popped up and walked over to the mirror, not missing the way David’s eyes followed them carefully.

They nodded in approval at the sight of their outfit before spinning on their now heeled foot to get a proper look at him. When they saw that he hadn’t moved even a little bit from his post in the doorway they threw their head back and groaned, giving him the best puppy dog eyes they could muster.

“Come on, I already told Sam you were coming!”

“Oh I know, you haven’t stopped talking about it all week.” Angel sighed and finally made their way towards him. His shoulders were stiff and his eyebrows furrowed, but when his eyes met with theirs there was a certain softness in them. They took a few steps and wrapped their arms around his neck, staring up to meet his gaze.

“If you really don’t want to go, you don’t have to. I know it’s not really your thing.” They said softly. “I can always say something came up. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.” David sighed at their reassurance, letting the stiffness from his shoulders loosen as he gently placed his hands on their hips.

“It’s not that I don’t want to go I just-” He cut his sentence off with a frustrated growl and shook his head. “I don’t know any of the fancy dances or anything. I’m gonna look stupid.”

Angel smiled knowingly at the confession and leaned up on their toes, placing a reassuring kiss to his lips. His grip on their sides tightened holding their foreheads together even after their lips had separated.

“You think Tank knows the dances?” Their voice was lilted with laughter but they managed to hide it as they imagined the two wolves fumbling around on the dance floor. David’s eyebrows furrowed again and he pulled his face back from theirs so he could properly look at them.

“They’re actually coming?” The disbelief in his voice caused Angel to laugh for real this time, but they nodded their head, only causing David to blink owlishly at them, seemingly at a loss for words. “How the hell did you two manage that?”

Angel shrugged and carefully pulled themself away from him, grabbing his hand in the process and pulling him with them. He easily followed, letting his mate lead him into their shared walk-in closet. Really, if he didn’t want to follow them he could have easily stayed put, but he liked to humor them from time to time.

“Sam did all the heavy lifting on that one. Plus, I might have let it slip that you had already agreed.” David scoffed a little, dropping their hand as they started digging through his side of the closet.

“Mmm, and when exactly did I agree?” Angel turned with a hanger in their right hand and a pair of blue jeans in their left as they smiled their trademark shit-eating grin and shrugged their shoulders again.

“Right now.”

David laughed at their expression and shook his own head as he took the clothes from their outstretched hands.

“That took you all of two seconds, you snot.”

“I’ve been picturing it all week.”

Their words had him raising an eyebrow over at them only to find them rummaging through the closet again. He slowly changed,very aware of the feeling of Angel’s eyes on him as he did so.

“I know you’re watching, perv.” He said over his shoulder, only to be met with a small laugh from the depths of the closet.

“I know.” They called, only causing his smirk to widen as he pulled on the black shirt. He glanced in the mirror before finding his mate digging around through their clothes.

“Don’t people wear like, I don’t know, flannels and shit to these things?” Angel peeped their head out of the corner they were digging in and let their eyes roam their mates body. David felt his ears warm up from the look in their eyes alone but simply quirked an eyebrow at them.

Once their eyes met his own again their cheeks were also flushed, clearly forgetting he had even said anything. He laughed a little, trying to hide the butterflies he had in his own stomach as he crossed his arms across his chest. “Head out of the gutter, trouble maker.”

His words seemed to snap Angel out of their trance and they shook their head and bit their lip to hide their smile.

“Um-” They paused to clear their throat which only caused David’s smirk to grow tenfold, but Angel quickly found their confidence again, playing off the whole interaction like it was nothing.

“Sometimes, yeah. A lot of people will be wearing them and if you want to you can. But, it’s gonna get hot in there. And you already look hot in that.” They said matter-of-factly. David hummed in response, still noting the warmth in their skin but opting to not mention it as they go back to rummaging through their closet. After a few more minutes of watching them destroy their closet he grumbles under his breath, taking wide strides to stop them from their frenzy.

“What could you possibly be looking that hard for?” Angel spun and looked up at him with a frown sitting on their lips.

“I was hoping I had my old hat. I uh, let’s say I borrowed it for simplicity's sake.” They were talking animatedly with their hands, the way they did when a story would devolve into a hundred other stories at once but David couldn’t help cutting in.

“You stole it?”

“I didn’t steal it per say, but you know the hat rule. And I was in college, took it off some dude’s head and he uh. He let me keep it.” They wore a proud smile on their face and David found himself groaning out loud.

“You were gonna wear some old fling’s hat?” He said incredulously to which Angel’s smile only grew and they shook their head.

“No. I was gonna make you wear it.” Their tone was light and easy but David felt his eyebrows shoot upwards at the idea. Only to then be surrounded by their laughter as he walked away from them.

“As much as I would love that,” he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice, “I’ll pass.”

“Davey,” they said, dragging the end of his nickname out. They didn’t follow him in to the main portion of their bedroom though, still staring confusedly up at the looming shelves of their closet. “I swear I had it when we moved.”

The words were spoken under their breath but he found himself wracking his own brain for any memory of a hat. How had they managed to live together for over two years and he didn’t know they had an entire get up just sitting in the closet?

When Angel finally re-emerged from the closet they did so with a sigh, their body sagging in disappointment. David watched as they came and slumped down onto the bed next to him, plopping their head onto his broad shoulder.

“Is there a reason you need this mysterious hat?” He said, subtly leaning into the warmth their smaller body exuded. They did their best to shake their head given the position the two were sitting in, their frown cementing on their mouth.

“You’d just look really hot in a cowboy hat.”

Their words were spoken like it was a known fact, and not them proclaiming his level of attractiveness. The gall of it pulling a laugh that resembled a snort from him.

“Mhm. Is that so?” Angel nodded before pulling their head up, straightening their spine again.

“I had a whole vision.”

“One that included your ex’s old hat.” He deadpanned, only causing Angel to laugh in response.

“Technically not my ex,” David glared in their direction, causing their smile to grow tenfold, “but, I guess yes. In my defense I don’t see any other hats sitting around here!”

“I could ask Sam if he had an extra hat for you but… you know the rule.” Angel said and there’s a smug glint in their eyes that causes the heat to climb up David’s neck again.

“Jesus– you are a menace you know that?” But his words were met with a shit-eating grin and he shook his head in disapproval.

Finally popping up from their spot on the bed they straightened their shirt, extending their hands to David, pulling him to stand in front of them. They wordlessly placed a kiss on his cheek before leaving him standing there, watching them walk out of their room.

Emphasis on watching them leave, entranced by their retreating figure. He would have to be sure they didn't shove those pants back into whatever corner they were hiding in after tonight.

Sighing he willed himself to move, making his way to the closet. He had boots, a pair that was absolutely beat to hell and back and pulling them on confirmed that they were definitely on their last leg. His dad wore them everywhere and though David had outgrown every other thing he had left behind, the old boots still fit perfectly.

Growing up he had asked his father a million and one times why he wore boots, and his father had dodged the question a million and two times. Now David thinks he just didn’t have an answer, no real reason why he did. Hell, if someone came up to David and asked him why he wore the shoes he did he wouldn’t have an answer. Because they’re practical?

Were cowboy boots practical? Did Gabe find them practical? Even wearing them now he found it hard to believe his dad found comfort in them. Maybe it was because they weren’t his own, but they felt foreign to him, like he wasn’t meant to be wearing them at all.

He found Angel in the kitchen, perched on the counter with a half eaten apple in one hand and their phone in the other. Their feet were swinging a little as they bit into the fruit, not noticing David’s presence.

Though they must have seen his figure approaching them because they looked up just as he settled himself between their dangling legs. Their eyes practically twinkled when they looked up at him, gently placing their food and their phone down on the counter.

“Tank has an old hat you can wear.” They lifted their arms to settle on his shoulders, shamelessly looking his body up and down, reveling in how much they liked that shirt on him. He hummed in acknowledgement before tipping their chin up and quickly claiming their lips with his own.

The air was thick as his hands traveled up and down their body while theirs got lost in his hair, holding him close. The kiss lasted a lot longer than it should have, his lips trailing down the curve of their jaw and latching onto their neck both losing track of time.

“We’re gonna be late.” Angel’s words were breathless as they finally gave in and guided David’s head to be level with their own again. His hair mussed and his pupils dilated as he smirked down at them watching the way their own face flushed with heat.

“Tank’s version of ‘on time’ is 45 minutes late.” He said simply causing them to laugh and gently pushing him away from them.

“But Sam’s version is at least 15 minutes early, maybe they’ll meet in the middle.” David hummed again, helping Angel down from the counter.

“My Angel, actually worried about being on time? Are you sure you're feeling okay?” The small smile curved at his lips as Angel balanced on their toes and fixed his hair back to how he liked it. Or as best as they could. They were certain he would fix it all over again once they got in the car.

“I’m excited! I haven’t gone dancing in a long time.”

“Mhm, you’re just excited to watch me make a fool of myself.” Angel beamed up at him as they regained their balance on their feet feigning innocence.

“Well not just you. I’m excited to see Tank too.”

David watched as Angel scurried out to the car after their comment, laughing to themself. He couldn’t help but feel a smile lining his own mouth as he watched them.

“You’re such a shithead.” He muttered under his breath, quickly snagging his keys out of the bowl on the counter and following them out the door.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted davey #my writing <3 #happy finals week from me #which means summer bubbles #which MEANS #more regular updates hehe #so here #i can post this in good conscience #boy oh boy the next little chapter?? are these chapters??#making me giggle #anyways i love them #also first fic with parts???#who is she #also listen i KNOW it isn't steamy but i have never in my life written anything physical and these homies literally kiss #who woulda thunk it

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