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Accidents Happen

Summary: Hobbie's medusa piercing gets stuck on your septum ring after a more heated make out session Characters/Pairings: Hobie x GN!Reader Word Count: 447 Warnings: minor mention of claustrophobia, panicked reader, reader has a septum piercing A/N: no one can tell me Hobie wouldn't look hot af with a medusa

"Oh my god.. Hobie. Hobie it's stuck." You words came out rushed and almost slurred, lips swollen and bruised from the harsh kisses your boyfriend had given you just seconds before. The once passionate moment was beginning to fizzle into nothing more than a dying ember at the bottom of a fire pit. You knew you should have flipped up the jewelry embedded in your septum and now, here you were with Hobie Brown literally stuck to your face.

"When people joked about you being stuck to me, didn't think you'd take it seriously, luv." His words came out teasingly, hands still gripping your hips. With a gentle squeeze of his hands he leaned in the slightest bit to close the small gap between your lips. "No. Hobie- it's.. it's actually stuck." As much as you loved the intimate way in which he was so close, you were also beginning to feel claustrophobic.

Your face heated up, cheeks going red and breathing becoming the slightest bit more rapid than your previous panting. Hobie's thumb caressed your cheek. "Lovely, it's okay. Take a deep breath for me, yeah? I'll get you out of here." His words were comforting.

You took one deep breath in, held it for four seconds and slowly exhaled. He glanced at your eyes and then to your nose, seeing just how tangled you really were. The slightest movement would tug on the silver jewelry between his tip lip and nose.

"m just gonna bring my hand up to your face, 'kay?"

He knew it wasn't going to help your panicking, but now that you were slowing your breathing he was more confident in his decision. Long fingers came between your noses. He brushed against yours, smiling a little when he noticed that sweet look in your eyes. In a few swift movements he had unscrewed the ball of his medusa, catching it in his free hand. He pulled back slightly and was quick to put the ball back on, not wanting it to get lost.

"That's better, innit luv?" He grinned mischievously.

"Much better. Thank you, Hobie." You sighed softly, feeling a lot freer than a few seconds ago. His hands began to move back to your hips. You flipped your septum ring up into your nose and giggled quietly at the gentle strokes of his thumb against your waist. "Let's get back to what we started, hm?" Hobie suggested, leaning back into your lips.

PART TWO OF LOVER HEADCANNONS OF HOBIE?? :3

Part Two of Lover!Hobie Headcanons!

-Hobie is not a man of particular tastes. He is content to follow your lead or do as he pleases to you, with consent.

-One of Hobie's favorite places is in between your legs, with your hand gripped into his wicks. He can't resist chuckling into your dripping folds as your hips grind against his face, your hand tugging him to where you want him for that delicious friction.

-He is a cuddler. Wherever you are, he naturally drifts to you and begins to spoon behind you, an arm wrapped loosely around your waist while you watch TV at his place. More often than not, these impromptu cuddling sessions end up with your panties pulled to the side, and his boxers shuffled down just enough for him to rub his cock up and down your slit. "What do y'say, baby, can I fuck you?" He would whisper, kissing the back of your neck fervently. The minute you nod, one hand hooks around your inner thigh and lifting it to slide himself deep with one thrust.

-Lazy mornings are his favorite. I think he may have a slight somnophilia kink. He would love to open his eyes in the morning to see his partner grinding themselves into his hard length through his boxers, having gave his consent for this type of thing ages ago. He would pull you down to kiss him before moving his hands squeezing your hips and grinding his own hips up further into you."Couldn't keep your hands off me, hm?" He would murmur against your lips. "Dirty, dirty~" he chuckles approvingly, knowing he's just as dirty.