#soft teasing

Nanami doesn't look up from his book at first. You have a way of looking at people. Quiet, assessing, like you already know what you’re going to do and are just deciding when.

“You're staring,” he says mildly, turning a page.

You hum, noncommittal, your legs comfortably stretched across his own as you lean closer. Your fingers brush the faint creases at the corner of his eyes. Not lingering or hesitant, but deliberate.

He exhales through his nose. “If you're cataloguing my age, I'd prefer you don't."

“I like them,” you say simply.

That makes him pause. He looks at you then over the top of his glasses—really looks at you. The way you sit against his side, effortless and unreadable. Pretty in that sweet, comfortable way. There’s something cool about you, and it often makes him question what a girl like you is doing with him.

“I was wondering,” you say, voice light, “if they show up because you frown so much, but I was also thinking that it suits you.”

He raises an eyebrow slightly. “It?”

You shrug, unbothered. “Being a little ahead of the curve.”

There’s something in your tone. Light, almost amused. Not mocking. Not impressed. Just certain.

Nanami studies your pretty face, then huffs a quiet breath. “You're enjoying this.”

“Maybe,” you murmur, “It's nice. You feel finished.”

“Careful,” Nanami says, though there's no real warning to it. His fingers curl around your wrist, gentle more than firm. “You don't say things like that casually.”

“I do, all the time.”

Your finger traces the lines again, softer this time and he just lets you.

“You're enjoying this too much.” He repeats.

You tilt your head. “You don't seem to mind.”

Then imagine grazing your fingertips ever so softly in her armpits, teasing her so slow it feels like your touch is barely there....

Now imagine how good it would feel to her if you planted the most loving, gentle kisses on every inch of her exposed tummy, maybe even exploring her bellybutton with your tongue....

Ello guys it's mellow here and as some of you know I like tk content I think it is adorable and I looked up novafrost and I saw only one thing... That will not stand so credits to anxious lee ler here is the link to there post ( https://www.tumblr.com/anxious-lee-ler/786132127015190528/cue-squeaky-giggling-and-a-confused-sunmoon ) and I hope you like the fic it's my first try writing one let me know if I should keep writing please down below in the comments

Nova’s Revenge

Nova was happily talking to absolutely no one, pacing a little as he rambled to himself. “Y’know, Frost is, like… so cute,” Nova said, grinning. “One moment he’s all cool and composed, and then the next he’s just— ridiculously adorable.” He kept going, completely unaware of the danger approaching from behind. “And the other day? He fell asleep in the morning and straight-up refused to get up. Just buried his face and pretended the world didn’t exist. I love him so much.” Behind him, Frost froze for a moment—then smirked. Boredom plus impulse was usually a terrible combination for him. Today, though? Today it felt perfect.He crept closer, steps quiet, timing it just right. Nova barely had time to react before Frost tackled him to the ground. Nova let out a surprised noise, blinking up at his boyfriend just in time to see that familiar mischievous grin. “Frostie?!” Nova exclaimed, already blushing.b“Yes, Nova?” Frost replied sweetly, far too pleased with himself. Before Nova could say another word, Frost’s hands were already moving—one sliding to Nova’s neck, the other digging into his side. Nova immediately burst into laughter, twisting and squirming beneath him. “F-Frost— wait—!” Nova laughed, trying to push him away, which only made Frost grin wider. “That’s what you get for talking about me,” Frost teased, clearly enjoying himself. But Nova wasn’t done... With a sudden shift, Nova managed to flip them over, pinning Frost beneath him. Frost blinked in surprise, the grin faltering just a bit.“Nice try, Frostie,” Nova said with a smirk. “But it’s my turn.” Frost tensed instantly. “L-like you’ll have any luck,” he stuttered. “I’m not ticklish.” Nova stared at him in pure disbelief. Silence. Absolute betrayal.“Oh,” Nova said slowly, smiling in a way that should’ve been a warning. “Okay, Frost. If you’re not ticklish… then you wouldn’t mind me doing— this.” His fingers dug straight into Frost’s stomach. Frost broke immediately. Laughter burst out of him as he curled in on himself, trying—and failing—to hide his face. He squirmed beneath Nova, hands flying everywhere except where they needed to be. “N-Nova—!” Frost laughed, mortified and breathless. “Oh?” Nova teased, clearly delighted. “You were sooo confident a second ago.”After a moment, Nova eased up, giving Frost a chance to breathe—only to move his fingers lightly to Frost’s neck, tickling just enough to make him laugh again. Frost groaned through his laughter, cheeks burning. “You’re unfair.” Nova just smiled, leaning down a little closer. “Maybe,” he said softly. “But you started it.” Nova’s fingers finally slowed, then stopped completely. He leaned back just enough to give Frost some space, smiling fondly as his boyfriend caught his breath, laughter fading into quiet giggles. Frost peeked out from behind his hands, eyes warm despite how flustered he still looked. “You’re the worst,” he muttered—though the smile on his face ruined any chance of it sounding serious. Nova laughed softly. “You love me.” Frost huffed, then reached up and grabbed the front of Nova’s shirt, tugging him down without warning. Nova yelped in surprise before melting against him, the tension dissolving instantly. They settled together on the floor, Frost’s arms wrapped around Nova while Nova tucked himself closer, resting his head against Frost’s chest. Frost pressed a small kiss into Nova’s hair, one hand lazily tracing circles against his back. “Truce?” Frost asked quietly. “Truce,” Nova agreed, smiling.They stayed like that—tangled up, warm, and content—Nova still smiling to himself as he listened to Frost’s heartbeat, Frost holding him just a little tighter like he never planned on letting go.And honestly? Neither of them wanted to.

Audio of @spamhamandeggs's writing

Btw feel free to skip my request if you don’t wanna write it!

I just want to rest my head on your chest, snuggle up you tight and draw lazy ticklish shapes on your tummy and sides with my fingertips.

Just softly stroking them all over your sensitive skin, tracing over the spots that make you shiver and blush, spots that make you gasp and giggle.