Forty six and two, but not forty-eight. A person whose actions invite hate. Found in your belt, your chest, or your box. Often required even if you're as strong as an ox.

You might draw my first five when guessing without any clues. Let's play word association: snuggle, baby, soft, fuzzy, warm, snow, fire

I leak oil and smell like a vape, what am I?

Fifty two packed together, though in a shoe, my numbers vary.

You lick me before you put me through the eye