Higgs would totally talk you through it, even though his praises would become less and less coherent as he completely loses himself in the way you’re taking him so well
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Higgs would totally talk you through it, even though his praises would become less and less coherent as he completely loses himself in the way you’re taking him so well
THIRSTY THOUGHT OF THE DAY
Redemption!Higgs’ face inches from yours, his voice gentle and barely audible as he asks if he can please touch you.
He’ll never tell you but the tremble in his voice isn’t from arousal, it’s from fear, fear that he’s about to ruin the relationship with the one person who’s ever looked at him like he matters.
THIRSTY THOUGHT OF THE DAY
This morning, as the snow was slowly falling outside your window, you’d been snuggled up on the couch under half a dozen blankets, reading as you attempted to stay warm. And of course, you’d only just reached peak warmth when you were interrupted by a touch-starved man who apparently possesses the world’s coldest hands.
You’d told him there’d be consequences if he continued to run his freezing fingertips over your body, but in pure Higgs fashion, your warnings were ignored.
That’s how you ended up where you are now, sat atop him straddling his hips, an ice cube held delicately between your teeth. Your warm lips followed up each freezing stab of the ice, and as much as he denied he liked this little punishment, you could feel him quickly filling out beneath where you sat.
Because again, in pure Higgs fashion, his little gasps and yelps of shock were accompanied by a look in his eyes that let you know his mind was swarming with delicious predictions about where this would go. So you reassured him that it was okay, you’d thought about what that ice cube would feel like running along his warm, flush 🐓 too. How about we find out?
The thought of him looking at me like this causes me to feel things that are not socially acceptable to discuss.
꧞ THIRSTY THOUGHT OF THE DAY ꧞
Turns out when Boyfriend!Higgs had his face pressed to the shower screen and offered to “do your back”, he didn’t mean wash it.
No, it turns out he meant cover your lower back in something other than soap and leave you to clean up the aftermath.
(Note for future reference: as he’s grinning like a smug asshole as he cleans himself off and not you, don’t be a smart ass and say “it’s not my lower back that I have problems reaching”, because that will be taken as a challenge to see how high he can reach)
CULT OF THE CHIRAL TEARS
This is the face Higgs' mask makes in CHAPTER 2 btw.
Is it wrong that I want Higgs to look at me like this while he tries to figure out what to do with me?
Pretty please Higgs?
I can struggle at your feet while you decide what to do?
Like I'm perfectly fine with whatever you come up with?
I fully consent in advance? No take backs?
I can struggle harder if you want me to?
Please? Pleaassseee?
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