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It'd been a long time since Reverb had anyone so close to him, and yet as they parted half of him wanted to pull the woman back over to him. It took a lot of personal strength to keep himself in place - to focus his attention on freeing his hair from the fluffy madness that had consumed it. He should be pissed his hair was a mess, but he had to admit he had a hell of a time.

He scoops a bit of the meal onto a plate and sets it down on the table, making sure Patty could see him sectioning off a portion for her. He then makes his own plate and sets it on the opposite side - though not before sneaking a kiss on her cheek that he couldn't help stealing.

"Go ahead and get clean, Patricia," he drawls, scooping just enough of the dish onto his fork to fill his mouth.

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A sassy comment was dead before it even passed his lips, being cut off by another pair on his. It was unexpected and seemingly out of left field, but despite being taken off guard Francisco found himself reciprocating, lips moving along with Patty’s and a hand moving to cup underneath her jawline. It was chaste, tentative - something he wasn’t used to but could be with time.

He pulls away after a few seconds, tilting his head to the side and eyeing the woman over. “Feel free to repeat that any time you please,” he drawled, heading back to the dish to pull it off the stove as if their little dessert war never happened.

When he pulled back, Patty was left with a shy smile, lips pressed together with mild giddiness. Even with the cuffs, it had felt like a sensory overload. Grinning when he turned back towards the stove, the blonde shifted a little on her feet only to find herself standing in a dusting of flour. Reaching up to run her fingers through her hair, the damp strands were matted and cakey with the powder. 

Sighing, her head turned to examine him – with a bit of whipped cream in his hair and on his shoulders, she’d definitely taken the brunt of it. “ I call the first shower, ” she stated – eyeing the dish he had taken off of the fire. “ There better be some left when I get out, or there’ll be hell to pay. ” Pointing a finger at him warningly, Patty smirked lightly.

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don’t kiss me on my neck unless you tryna get fucked

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i see posts saying the opposite a lot, so here’s one for the rest of u kinky h0es like me: reblog if its perfectly alright to have just pure SMUT threads or ships with you!

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Can anyone give me tips on motivation because for some reason I have none to do any of my threads.

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A sassy comment was dead before it even passed his lips, being cut off by another pair on his. It was unexpected and seemingly out of left field, but despite being taken off guard Francisco found himself reciprocating, lips moving along with Patty’s and a hand moving to cup underneath her jawline. It was chaste, tentative - something he wasn’t used to but could be with time.

He pulls away after a few seconds, tilting his head to the side and eyeing the woman over. “Feel free to repeat that any time you please,” he drawled, heading back to the dish to pull it off the stove as if their little dessert war never happened.

Giggling as the contents of his hand was smushed into her face, Patty reached up to clear her eyes once the can of whipped cream was taken. Blowing the bit of cream and flour that covered her mouth at him, she reached up and slid a bit of the mess from his face into his hair, just to add salt to the wound. “ The water bill’s yours, so who really won here? ” she teased, teeth worrying a little at her bottom lip.

 Grinning at Reverb, she didn’t even think about her actions before leaning forwards – initiating a kiss she definitely hadn’t pre-meditated. 

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FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES

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Much to be expected the retaliation came in the form of whipped cream, coating his jacket, face, and hair in a fluffy, sugary mess. He uses his hand much like a windshield wiper and clears his face, heading towards the woman and coating her face with the cream. He snags the container from her and sticks it into his inside jacket pocket to fully disarm her, zipping it up to prevent her from going for it.

“Seems you’re at a loss, Patricia,“ he drawls, allowing his accent to bleed through on her name. Despite being nearly chest to chest, he hardly noticed how close they actually were.

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He looked a way for one moment. One moment to check to make sure he didn’t burn the food and he’s rewarded with a handful of whipped cream in his face. He tenses up as he feels a solid quarter of it get caught in his hair, expression changing rapidly. At first he was having fun, but now he was seeking revenge. Nobody ruins his freshly cleaned hair. He glares at the woman and heads over to the cupboard calmly - far too calmly for their current situation. 

He retrieves a bag of flour and tears open the top of it, tossing all caution into the wind as he let a good half of the bag coat the woman. It was in her hair, her face, her clothes… Everywhere the flour hit was covered in white. That’s when his smirk returned, all too proud of his destruction.

Grin tugging at the corners of her lips, Patty stares at the layer of white, sticky whipped cream decorating his face, unable to resist a light giggle. Watching as he moved towards the cupboard, Patty realized what he was doing a little too late (again) as she was suddenly covered in flour, which she knew damn well wouldn’t come out of her hair anytime soon. 

Glowering, Patty’s finger pressed to the nozzel of the whipped cream can, using it like a gun. Spraying him with the whipped cream, she used another hand to clear the flour out of her eyes. 

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When you want a super cool theme that fits your character really well but you suck at coding

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Just when her nose was nothing but a little sticky, Patty felt the sudden smear of sauce across her cheek. Holding still – her eyes shot daggers straight through him. Monotone expression becoming a slightly devious smile, the blonde shrugged – turning away from him and moving to the fridge. Opening it, she reached for something on the top shelf – popping a cap as quietly as possible and shaking it. “ How about dessert? ” The second she turned around, hand holding a pile of whipped cream, she aimed her open palm towards his face. 

He looked a way for one moment. One moment to check to make sure he didn’t burn the food and he’s rewarded with a handful of whipped cream in his face. He tenses up as he feels a solid quarter of it get caught in his hair, expression changing rapidly. At first he was having fun, but now he was seeking revenge. Nobody ruins his freshly cleaned hair. He glares at the woman and heads over to the cupboard calmly - far too calmly for their current situation. 

He retrieves a bag of flour and tears open the top of it, tossing all caution into the wind as he let a good half of the bag coat the woman. It was in her hair, her face, her clothes... Everywhere the flour hit was covered in white. That’s when his smirk returned, all too proud of his destruction.

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musingsource :

suggestive starters meme ( nsfw )

why don’t you make me?

i like you better on your knees.

i can think of a few ways to shut you up.

i wonder if you’re as loud in bed as your are everywhere else.

try and stop me.

is that a complaint i hear?

i hope you’re not too fond of that shirt.

why are you siting over there? there’s a perfectly good lap right here.

i thought you liked it when i was bossy.

are you saying this doesn’t turn you on?

i can tell you’re hot and bothered from all the way over here.

i hope you don’t plan on walking much tomorrow.

you’re not the boss of me.

you’re hot when you’re angry.

don’t make me come over there.

i’m this close to taking you over my knee.

you’re being an awfully bad boy/girl.

you know you want it.

you sure talk a big game… but can you live up to it?

i’m not sure you could handle me.

is that a challenge?

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It was an amusing scene watching the woman struggle for the small dot of sauce on her nose. It took her much, much longer than it probably should’ve and all the while Francisco watched on as his lips subconsciously turned up into a half smile. He scoops up a bit more sauce and decides this little game was entertaining enough to try again, smearing it over her cheek in one swift movement. 

“Have seconds,“ he teased, his eyes silently challenging her to make an attempt.

Hand hovering in the air, ready to accept the spoon – Patty didn’t realize what he was doing before it was too late. Huffing softly as the warm sauce settled on her nose, the blonde eyed him. “ Rude, ” she stated – though the word wasn’t angry or even irritated. Sticking her tongue out in an attempt to reach the sauce without the use of her fingers, Patricia veered away – managing to get a little bit of the sauce with the tip of her tongue before giving up and using a finger to gather it up.

“ You’re cruel. ”

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send my muse “we’re alone now, you could kiss me.” for their reaction.

or— send in your muse’s reaction to mine asking.

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insp.

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send me “-👕” to catch my muse without a shirt on