2nd person gets to torture the fuck out of my muse in anyway they please
“If you tickle me, I don’t apologize for punching you.”
“I’m more subtle than that.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Oh yes.” Going to the fridge, Summer rummaged around until she came up with a popsicle. Slowly, carefully unwrapping just the top of it, she began to delicately lick at it, occasionally glancing up at Stiles through her eyelashes, before finally wrapping her mouth around it and sucking.