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☆ 18+ meddle about | hobie brown

✩ summary: he just loves everything about you, but he especially loves your thighs. ✮ word count: 1.2k ⚠︎ warning(s): 18+, unprotected, semi-public, fem!reader he <3s thick thighs argue with the wall also he def didn't pay for the pants either... ✧ be sure to check out my work on ao3 ⇢ gravesforgirls !!

It was nothing short of an infatuation. He couldn't help it. They were just so pretty and soft and perfect, and he was only so strong.

He absolutely loves when he can just lay his head in your lap and nearly fall asleep as you gently rake your fingers up and down his bare back, big hand palming at your thigh akin to a cat kneading a blanket, squeezing and massaging the soft plane of skin with his rough fingertips. He presses kisses into them, mumbling utter nonsense as he lays there, and he nibbles gentle marks into the inner parts of your thighs. It doesn't even have to be risqué, though he doesn't mind if it happens to end in you pinned beneath him, he just likes being nestled between them, soft skin pressing against his cheeks as he lays there, lazily kissing at the warm skin.

That said, he loves seeing you in tight pants, or mini skirts, or anything that really accentuates your thighs. Especially super skinny leather pants. The way the fabric hugs every curve so perfectly, not to mention so vividly, has him near drooling. He can't keep his hands off you when you step out of the small fitting room stall, eyeing you up and down.

"Give me a twirl. Gotta make sure it fits right."

You know what he's doing, and you roll your eyes with a small swat to his chest as he grins, but you spin anyway, biting back a laugh when you catch the way he stares.

"Look good?"

"Fuckin' peng. C'mere."

Before you can really even step closer,  he's already wrapping his lean arms around your waist, kissing you with a sudden fierceness that has you letting out an embarrassing noise when he presses you against the door, big hands sliding from your waist to grab at your ass, the shiny leather material squealing under the friction of his hands. You press a hand to his chest, a weak attempt at getting him to slow down.

"Not here, Hobie."

He grumbles against your lips, lifting a hand to push open the door and walking you back into the stall, reaching behind him to twist the lock, still latched onto you.

"Can't wait anymore. You been getting me all worked up since that first dress you tried. Lucky I held out for that long."

Your hands snake around his neck to keep him close, clutching at his vest when he lifts you against the thin wall, pressing against you to keep you upright. "Didn't realize you liked 'em that much." Your legs clamp around his hips to give you that little more stability.

He nods, lips leaving yours to eagerly trail down your throat. "These ones sent me over the edge. You look fuckin' amazing." One of his hands slips between you to toy with the button of the pants for a second before he's popping it open, tugging down the zipper and shoving the tight garment down your thighs, ogling a bit at the way the fabric constricts around the plump swell. 

He doesn't even bother to pull them down any further, too busy clambering to undo his ridiculous amount of studded belts to care about ridding you of it completely. He's rocking against you with a desperation that has you slinking a hand down between your thighs to press your fingertips against your barely concealed clit, heels digging into the back of his pelvic bone as he undoes his skinny jeans.

"So pretty." His hand nudges at your own to push you away, replacing your fingers with his own, and you hum when he pushes aside your panties to touch you properly. "Already so wet for me, babe. Bet you can't wait for me to fill you up, innit." His long fingers press against your warm walls, calloused thumb circling your clit.

You whine with a small nod, rolling your hips into his hand as best you can, what with the minimal stability you have at the moment. He's watching the way your thighs squeeze around his hand, movement extremely limited by the tight leather still clutching at your legs, pulled taut with the way your ankles lock behind his back. You bite down on your bottom lip to keep quiet, back arching off the wall when he curls his fingers, and you don't even have to look at him to know he has that shit-eating grin painted on his lips, warm breath fanning across your ear as he leans closer to drop kisses across your jaw bone.

"Gonna fuck these pretty thighs. Gonna come all over 'em." His words trail off into unintelligible groans, and you shake your head gently.

"Want you to fuck me. Please. S'all I want."

The slight break in your quiet voice has him sputtering, hand faltering against you as he registers your plea, huffing quietly. Who is he to decline your request when you've asked so nicely?

"Sure. Yeah, okay." He gives in almost immediately as he presses his warm forehead to your shoulder, one hand leaving you to push down the hem of his briefs, breath shuddering whenever the head of his cock presses against your slick folds.

You spit into his palm when he holds it up to your face, and he tugs at his –now painfully hard– cock a few times before he's stretching you open, stuffing his face into your neck to press hot kisses into your already searing skin, groaning against your throat when your walls close around him.

He's thumbing over your sensitive clit, rocking into you all the while muttering mindless praise into your ear, and your nails dig into the leather of his vest as you slowly tip over the edge, muffling your noises in his neck. He continues to mumble any and every compliment he can think of as you come down, and you nearly whimper when he's pulling out of you, lifting your knees from around his slim waist to clamp your legs together against your chest, the tip of his cock sinking into the tight crease where your thighs meet. He's so desperate now, accent so thick you can barely make out anything he's saying as he fucks up into the cramped space, and you can tell he's close whenever his hips stutter, sloppy as he tries to stay composed.

He paints your bare thighs in thick white stripes, watching the way it drips down as he slowly lowers your feet to the floor, and you hum when he leans closer to press kisses to your sticky skin.

"What am I supposed to do about this?" You gesture to the mess on your legs, and he follows your gaze, pouting a bit.

Before you can scold him though, he throws off his vest, tugging his tattered shirt over his head and leaning down to wipe you clean. You cringe at the action, scrunching your face as he grins.

"That's so gross."

"I'll toss it. I've loads more tops in far better condition."

You try to convince yourself the employees aren't staring at the two of you as you rush out of the store, only swiping at him once you're out of sight from the business, as if he was at any more fault than you were. You did allow him to fuck you senseless in the fitting room, after all. Who's keeping track, anyways?

He did in fact get you those leather pants while you were getting dressed. 

bless my amazing friends for ripping so many voice files from the game so I could get my audio so crisp.

Reminder: Zack Fair NSFW ABCs

Just Sayin’

Thank you for that! I accidentally deleted the other one so I'm glad you resent it

Zack Fair NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: Mommy kink, pegging, edging, oral (both receiving). If you don’t like it, then scroll away and/or block me. 

Rating: NSFW under the cut. Proceed with caution

(Zack how is it legal for you to be this cute?!?!?!?!)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Zack is the KING of aftercare!!!! He’s doing every page in the book!!! He’s giving you a bath, giving you massages, the whole shebang!!! If you want anything to eat, he’s heading out to the kitchen (or ordering something online) and making your favorite food. If not, then he’ll cuddle you and put on a movie

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Zack is the kind of person who doesn’t have a favorite part. Both on you and himself. He thinks everything about you is beautiful and everything on him is handsome (self love people!!!!)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Zack’s cum is kind of thick, but not by much. But at least there’s a lot of it!!!! His favorite place to cum is either on you or in you. But he’ll only do it in a condom. Unless the two of you are ready to start a family, it’s gonna be strictly in a condom. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s always wanted to be a femboy but he’s to afraid of being caught and humiliated. He even bought a dress and a couple of cute socks but never got a chance to wear them cause he’s that afraid. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

This I’m a little torn about. He gives me the vibe where he doesn’t know what he’s doing and his only exposure to sex is through porn. But he also gives the vibe that he does know. So I’m torn. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Zack never likes to be rough so his favorite positions are ones that he can be soft and gentle on you with. So that includes missionary, cowgirl (both reversed and regular cowgirl), and lotus. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

OH FUCK YES!!!!!! He loves to be goofy!!! He’s goofy all the time! When foreplay is happening, he always blows raspberries whenever he can. And he will giggle the every time you shriek and squirm. He loves how ticklish you are. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Oh yes!!! They definitely match the drapes. Unfortunately, he’s not that well groomed. He’s too afraid of shave cause the last time he tried, he accidentally cut himself. And he doesn’t trust any razor that says that it wouldn’t cut skin. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He takes intimacy to the MAX!!!! I’m talking, champagne, candles, rose, EVERYTHING!!!!!! And since I see him at a service dom, he’s making sure you feel good every time. You’re pleasure comes WAY before his

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Zack becomes SUBBY when he jacks off. There was one time you caught him in the middle of it and he accidentally came all over himself. And let’s just say his world was rocked for the next couple of hours

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Since Zack is a switch/service dom in my books, here’s a few kinks that I think he will have:

Mommy kink: this man whines it so cutely that you can’t help but giggle a little. Bonus points when he paws at you, wanting kisses. 

Pegging: He LOVES it!!!! He never thought in a million years it would feel this good! He’s almost addicted to it. 

Edging: Oh my god, he loves it. On both you and him!!!! He thinks it’s so cute to hear your cute little whines. And when he gets edged, he’s a squirming mess. He’s begging and squirming, wanting to cum so hard. But edging really happen. Again, he’s more about the intimacy. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He will do it everywhere in your guys’ shared apartment but that’s it. Public sex freaks him out. He doesn’t want anyone to catch you guys. He’ll get so embarrassed. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you give him massages and massage around his ass. He gets so hard and he can’t help but grind into the sheets. Another thing that turns him on is whispering the most dirtiest things in his ear. The blush that appears on his face is so adorable!!!

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He refuses to have rough sex with you. And he does not want to hurt you in any way. Even if it’s something as small as spanking. He’s such a sweet baby boy!!!!

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves oral. Again, both on you and on him. But be aware when he eats you out, he won’t stop. You taste SO good to him. Also, sit on his face! He loves it

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes it nice and slow. Again, he loves the intimate parts of sex and not the rough. But if you convince him, he will go a bit faster. But being rough is off the table. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are not his most favorite thing in the world, but if it’s a situation where a quickie is needed, then yeah, he’ll have one. Just don’t expect them to have them a lot. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Zack is not one for experimenting. Unless it’s position wise. That’s the only exception. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’ll go as long as you want to, but the most he can handle is from about one to two rounds. Anything more than that, then his vision becomes hazy and nearly passes out. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Toys are questionable. He’s starting to come around to the thought of vibrators. But everything else is still questionable.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing he’s somewhat okay with. It doesn’t happen a lot, but when it does it’s so worth it!!! Both if he teases you and if you tease him. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

There’s two ways this can go, either whiny subby baby, or gentle service dom:

When he’s subby, he turns into a whiny, moaning mess. He loves the feeling of you in him. He loves having you stroke his cock and making him cum so hard while having the cutest face on. 

When he’s domming, he doesn’t make a lot of sounds. You’ll mostly hear him whisper sweet nothings in your ear and maybe a few groans here and there. And when he’s whispering in your ear, he’s stroking your hair too, letting you know that he’s still there. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

There was one time you had a threesome with Cloud. Through most of the time, you and Cloud dominated Zack. Was it worth it? Yes. Would he do it again? Who knows? 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s HUGE!!!! It’s shocking to see how big he is and yet how gentle he is with you!!! He’s almost 11 inches and has a fat girth. And he’s got some heavy balls too. Do with that knowledge what you will. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is in the middle. He’s not overly horny and he doesn’t have a really low sex drive either. To him, if he wants to have sex, then he’ll ask you (CONSENT IS IMPORTANT PEOPLE). If he doesn’t, then he doesn’t.  

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’ll fall asleep once he knows you’re cleaned up, comfortable, and asleep. And when I tell you this man gives the best cuddles!!!! He’s like a big teddy bear!!! And he’s like you’re own personal heater!!!

hobie 🕷️🎸: 1 video

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the video's dark. looks like it was shot somewhere that definitely reeks. but with your brightness all the way up, what's going on in the video.. is crystal fucking clear.

"i- i tried to wait, swear i did love, but i couldn't. couldn't stop thinkin' about you, and your pretty cunt." he’s not shy. even stuttering, he’s cocky and unashamed of what he’s doing. he’s got his hand wrapped around his cock, spider suit unzipped and pants unbuttoned, only hanging onto his waist because of his studded belt. his slim frame looks beautiful.

he's jerking himself off in a busted back alley, camera propped up on a window sill. his pretty tip is already leaking pre-cum, lithe fingers coming up to swipe it down, to make the slide easier.

"got hard thinkin' about you, had to dip off n' take care of it." he flashes a wicked smile, throwing his head back, exposing his neck. his hips cant into his fist, fucking the little circle he makes knowing he wishes he was fucking you instead.

"god, 'm just a fuckin' perv, ain i? pants pulled down in an alley, fuckin' my fist for you?" he chuckles, bringing his eyes down to gaze at the camera, and then down at his cock.

"shit, wish it was you, doll." he speeds up, moaning shakily. "'s not wet enough, need your pretty pussy," he groans. his hand leaves his cock, coming up to his mouth, and he spits, trying the best he can to simulate the wet warmth of your cunt. he looks so gorgeous, with his pretty dick with it’s pretty upward curve held tight in his hand.

he starts his pace again, fucking his fist with visions of you own your knees doing it for him instead, the sound of his own hand moving against his dick loud and unmistakable. he’s desperate, whiney, broken moans falling from his lips. he looks so good, happy trail just barely visible. his taut stomach flexes with his every thrust, the expanse of pretty brown skin looking beautiful even with the darkness of the video.

lips parted and slick with spit, dick hard and leaking for you, he looks the image of a god. your god. and yet, he’s pleading to you, begging for salvation that he knows he won’t receive until he gets back home. his fist’ll have to do for now.

and it does, as long as he keeps you in the forefront of his mind. and he does.

“‘m close already,” he murmurs, eyes fixed on where his cock disappears into his hand and comes out on the other side, swiping his thumb over his pretty brown tip. “shit, you’d make me cum so hard, know you would. jerk me so good i’d be shootin’ blanks.” he can’t help but laugh again, breathless and wanting.

“cum with me, yeah? know you’ve been touchin’ yourself to this— fuck, wish it was me instead. should be me, with my hands all over you.” his thrusts pick up, his hand speeds up too.

“‘m g’na cum, please cum with me, love, don’t w’na cum alone,” he whines, deep and sincere. “fuckfuckfuck,” he spills into his hand, moaning loud, throwing his head back again. he rambles mixed together letters of your name and wishes that you were here, that you were the one making him bust.

he comes down with a heaving chest, hand still stroking slowly at his cock. laughs start to rack through him, his eyes focusing back on his camera. wiping his hand off on a tattered piece of fabric with a blissed out look on his face, he pulls his suit back up and fixes his pants.

“hope you liked it, love,” is all he says before he ends the video, pretty face frozen on your phone screen.

NSFW Alphabet for Sebastian Sallow

Warnings - 18 + smut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Right after sex, Sebastian is exhausted and unable to form many coherent thoughts. He is ready to snuggle right up with you and pass out.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) His favorite body part of his is his arms, he likes to think that he's decently muscular with bulky biceps. He knows that if he's playing with you no matter what you'll probably get a good look at them and he hopes you enjoy the way they look. Sebastian loves thighs, squeezing them, kissing them, biting them, you name it. They're so versatile and plush and he's definitely thought about just rutting his cocking back and forth between your shut thighs to get some friction.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) He's a slut for wanting to taste your cum. He loves it if he's the one who's initiated the reaction from you with his hands or his mouth, but even if he's watching you take care of yourself he's there to lick it all up until you're clean. For m!partner he loves getting your cum on his face or straight into his mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Sebastian's dirty secret is that he likes to use the underwear that you wore for the day in his masturbation endeavors. (yes he's that guy)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) He's probably had a reasonable amount of casual encounters, but nothing that was ever truly kinky or more than an easy way for him to get off with somebody else's help. He's charming and knows how to utilize it to get what he wants even if it were just a quick handjob or blowjob.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Entire headcannon just for this here. In general either missionary or face-off one of you is in the other's lap glued together. He likes being close to his partner and able to see all their expression and feel every move their body makes.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Goofy or serious just depends on the mood. If it's a situation where one of you is feeling particularly dominant, he usually takes his role seriously. If it's softer lovemaking he's definitely likely to say something silly and have you giggling throughout.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) He has fairly thick pubic hair that he does attempt to keep neat since there is so much of it. He has a dusting of hair on his chest and lighter-colored hair on his arms and legs.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Sebastian is never particularly romantic during sex. The best you'll get out of him is him being needy for you and begging, telling you sweet things to try and convince you to give in and let him have his way.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) If he's unable to have you, he's masturbating a lot and driving himself crazy doing so. He takes off all of his clothes and tries to run his hands over his body as you would, but it's never the same. It leaves him very frustrated.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) He likes being dominant or submissive, but enjoys this over a more equal dynamic during sex. He enjoys being choked and in turn likes watching you choke or gag on his cock. Definitely interested in impact play and humiliation.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) He's the master of finding secluded areas for sex that could get you in a lot of trouble if anyone found you. He enjoys outdoor sex quite a bit for the same kind of reason, that you always could be caught or overheard.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) He's easily turned on when you're slightly angry with him. He likes to push your buttons and find your breaking point until you let him take control and make it up to you or you just take control and knock him down a peg.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Really the only thing he probably wouldn't give a go is things related to certain other bodily functions (don't make me say it)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He likes giving and receiving equally. He loves being able to please his partner and taste them. When he's receiving he loves how you look stuffed full of his cock, drooling and crying. That does more for him than how good it feels on its own.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Usually hard and fast, but he slows down to make things last longer.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) It's not a preference of his, but it goes along with the idea of sex in risky places. If an opportunity arises he's going to take it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Most definitely willing to experiment and try almost anything. He's so addicted to you that anything you asked of him he would try at least once before deciding how he felt about it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He can probably last for one or two rounds especially if it's been a little longer since you've been together. But he's definitely going to be exhausted and overstimulated after round two.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He's open to the idea of things, especially paddles and whips, items that can inflict some manageable pain. He really enjoys having those types of things used on him. He would probably have something to use anally on himself if it wasn't already a part of your anatomy to do so.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) If he can tell you're riled up, he'll spend a lot of time teasing you. Eventually, he'll get to a point where he's feeling animalistic himself and can't do it any longer, but he'll take as much of your time as he can. And then be a huge brat when you do the same thing to him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Low, raspy whispers and sinful, loud groans. Not much in between. He's a sensitive lad and can't keep his mouth shut.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Detailed information about his dick here. He's got a pretty bulky body type with thick, wide arms and thighs. He's got a soft tummy with a nice trail of hair leading down to his pelvis. He has a very soft and sizeable bum. He's about 6 inches hard, obviously uncircumcised, but girthy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) He's a man fueled by a lot of raw and terrible emotions which means his testosterone is going wild and he's got a pretty high sex drive. If you express you need a break or need him to back off, he'll 100% respect that, but be very pent up in the meantime.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He's ready to conk out, rest, recover, repeat.

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Dick Grayson/Reader, unrequited love

[skeletor shouting ‘yes. YES!!’ meme] dick is definitely one of those people who is so fundamentally good that you can’t help loving him. certified accidental heartbreaker. title from Step On Me by The Cardigans AKA the perfect unrequited love song. Reader is an auxiliary Justice League member, who primarily works in information security and analysis.

GO ON AND STEP (ON ME) | D. GRAYSON

Loving Dick Grayson is like a tiny caltrop thorn in your shoe; painless, right up until it isn’t.

Case in point, your current situation; Dick’s laid on your sofa like a swooning debutante, arm dramatically thrown over his eyes, all long, lean lines and golden skin.

Ostensibly, he’s here to beg information analysis from you for his latest case; in practice, he’s here for a friendly ear an an impromptu counselling session.

(You’d long ago instigated a moratorium on non-work conversation with Dick; every single time, your professionalism falters in the face of his onslaught of charm. Regardless, the two of you keep up the pretence.)

When he sighs for the third time, you look up from the manila folder with a roll of your eyes.

“Out with it.”

“But it isn’t work-related.” Dick replies, all wide-eyed faux innocence from where he’s peering at you from under his elbow.

A pang of fondness so deep it twinges somewhere deep in your chest hits you.

“Having you huffing like an old coal chimney is not conducive to my work environment, Dickie. Come on, just tell me.”

“If you insist.” Dick sits up so he’s cross-legged, gleeful at the permission. “So, I think things might be getting serious with Kori.”

Here it is, the caltrop thorn, topmost point buried deep in the soft, vulnerable soul of you. You swallow, ignore the white-hot agony of it.

“I wasn’t aware you two were involved romantically again.” You say, careful.

“It’s only been a few months, and we agreed to take it slow, but she’s so—“ He breaks off, makes a wordless sound that conveys a messy, sea-deep sort of ardor. “You know?”

“I know.” You echo quietly, throat feeling molten-hot with suppressed emotion. You swallow hard, force a smile to your face.

“For what it’s worth, getting serious doesn’t mean immediately taking it all the way to the altar. You can take things slow and have it be serious at the same time.”

“You think?”

What a small, mean part of you thinks is that it would’ve been kinder for Dick take a knife to your chest. Nevertheless, you smile.

“I’m certain of it. Besides, you’re easy to love.”

You need to be anywhere but in the same room as him.

You stand and sweep the chunky USB drive off your coffee table.

“Alright, loverboy,” — you say, distantly amazed at the even, teasing tone of your voice — “therapy session over. I’m going to go get my isolated rig set up, and then I’ll be back to check on your bleeding heart.”

(If a few tears escape you as you get your laptop set up, that’s nobody’s business but your own.)

His Beautiful Nose

Sylus x gn!Reader

This is all I think about when I see him sometimes, genuinely. I just see his nose and I go a little insane

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, kissing, biting, teasing, silly

Word Count: 1,001 (all my fics lately have had such satisfying word counts ough so good)

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"Sweetie, what are you doing?"

You shush him, focused on whatever the hell you were up to right now. Sylus quirks a brow at you.

"I think I have a right to know, since you're holding my face hostage," he teases, speaking in a languid murmur, raspy.

You'd found him asleep in one of his many lounge chairs; legs out, arms crossed, head back. It was impossible to ignore the desire to sneak around behind the chair and hold his face. Of course, doing so woke him up, which led you here.

"I'm just appreciating how pretty you are," you tell him. And it's not technically a lie. You are appreciating his beauty. Just, a specific part of his beauty.

"And you can't sit in my lap and do that?" He reaches back behind the chair. His large hand finds your back easily and begins tracing light shapes into your sides, your spine - wherever he could reach.

You giggle and squirm away from his ticklish touch. "No, now stay still and hush."

He huffs with exasperation, but he does as you ask. His hand settles on your lower back, loosely holding you close. He appreciates you in turn with his crimson eyes, half-lidded with sleep.

You run your thumbs along his cheeks. His skin is smooth, pliant beneath your fingers. He seems so untouchable - and he is. To everyone that isn't you. The fact you're this close means more than you'll ever be able to fully grasp.

You lean down and press a delicate kiss between his eyebrows. His fingers twitch against your back. You trace under his eyes, coaxing him into closing them and putting his full trust in your hands. You kiss the spot again.

The next spot your lips find is perhaps half an inch down, at the point where his nose begins protruding from his face. It's an odd place for a kiss, he thinks. You must be up to something, yet he allows it anyway.

Kisses are slowly peppered down his nose. Each one takes its time, each following the strong line of his nose, over the bump and the wide bridge, down to the tip. Each one pours into the lazy smile tugging at his lips. You really woke him up just to "appreciate" his nose?

The kisses retreat towards his brow, but never reach it. One kiss, then two placed at the most prominent part of his nose's definition, and then-

He cracks an eye open. "Did you just bite my nose?"

You hum with a slight nod, kissing over the spot again. "I've been wanting to bite it for weeks now. This seemed like the perfect opportunity." Despite the nonchalant way you say it, he can practically feel the heat radiating off your face and onto his.

He chuckles softly and draws you closer by your back. "Do it again."

Truly, you didn't expect for that to be his response. You anticipated this being the one and only time you'd ever be allowed to do this. But he's encouraging it, with clear amusement.

Your teeth settle on either side of the bridge of his nose and not very far down, not even as far back as your canines, and gently bite down. It's not a lot of pressure, either. Realistically, it's more of a light nip, but he hums his approval. When you pull away, your lips catch on his skin, just as his do when he bites your hand. It's perfect.

His eyes watch now with unreserved affection. His hand trails up your back, reaches to cradle the back of your neck and the base of your skull. "Come here," he murmurs lowly. You're guided forward, drawn down as he tilts his head further back to meet his lips.

Your mouths move together in languid, drowsy kisses. The faint wet sound of your lips parting and shared, soft breaths fill the room. His nose presses against your chin, and yours in his, but neither of you move from the awkward angle except to deepen the kiss.

You feel the smirk on his lips before you see it. He pulls away and your body is suddenly weightless, floating through the air, carried by playful tendrils of energy.

"Sylus! What're you doing?!" You're flipped over him, slow enough you don't get lightheaded, to the front of the chair and directly into his lap. His arms wrap powerfully around your waist to draw you against his chest. Light kisses trail along your neck.

"You woke me from my nap. It only seems fair to keep you here," he says against your skin.

There's no point trying to push his arms away or wriggling free. He's much too strong for that. So, you give in. You sigh with a playful roll of your eyes and lean back into him, trying to find some comfortable position. Once you're settled, one of his arms slips from around you, and gently fingers turn you by your chin to face him.

"I also need to return the favor, don't I?"

He takes his sweet time doing so. A trail of kisses, all light pecks, winds from your jaw to your chin to your cheek. They finally come to your forehead, where he places one between your brows. Down to where your nose begins. Down over the bridge, to the tip, and back up.

Your breath catches in your throat as he tilts his head and carefully lines his teeth up in just the same way you did. He bites down, gentle in a way that seems unfathomable to anyone else who knew him. After a second, he pulls away, lips catching on your skin.

He leans back into the chair and guides your head to his shoulder before wrapping his arm around you once more. He sighs, long and low, with content. "Wake me up in four hours," he murmurs.

"And what am I supposed to do until then?"

"You should have thought about that before you snuck in, sweetie."

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Y/N: Riddle me this, butt man If quizzes are quizzical, Then, what are test?

Miguel: They're TESTICA- SHI-