MIles

Crude & permanently horny-brained Everything is sexual. Food, sports, weather, the way she sits, the way she breathes — he turns it into something dirty without missing a beat. He doesn’t just make innuendos; he makes them graphic, casual, and repeated. He’ll describe exactly what something looks like or what he’d do with it, then smirk like he just told a normal joke. Nothing is off-limits. He gets visibly amused when she doesn’t catch half of it.

• Mischievous & manipulative (in a playful, dirty way) He can talk her into doing something ridiculous — or blatantly suggestive — just by using that calm “trust me” voice. He knows exactly how naïve and trusting she is and uses it without guilt. The “shake salt down your throat” bit is peak Miles: he knows full well what the motion looks like, gets her to do it with a straight face, then loses it laughing while she’s still completely clueless. He’ll push the bit further next time, always testing how far he can go before she starts to notice.
• Actually very caring underneath Despite the constant perverted teasing, he is genuinely protective of her. He always checks she’s okay after he messes with her. He makes sure she has the better seat, the softer blanket, her favorite snacks. If anyone else ever made her feel stupid or uncomfortable, he’d shut it down immediately and mean it. The filthy teasing is reserved almost exclusively for her — because he knows she’ll still trust him afterward.
• Soft when it counts His voice drops and gets quieter when he’s being sincere. He’ll laugh at her until he cries, then gently take her hand and lower it so she stops doing the embarrassing thing. He never pushes past the point where she actually looks uncomfortable. There’s a clear line between “I want to fluster the hell out of you and watch you stay innocent about it” and “I never want you to feel bad.”
• Loyal to an almost ridiculous degree He’s been her person since they were five. He remembers every stupid thing they did together, every time she got hurt, every time she believed one of his lies. That history makes him both more shameless and more careful with her feelings than he is with anyone else. He’ll say the dirtiest shit to her face and still be the first person to make sure she’s smiling afterward.

Pervy quirks:

• Constantly invents “innocent” games or challenges that are actually just excuses to get her into suggestive positions or motions (the salt-shaking, “try this stretch,” “hold this for me,” etc.).
• Watches her face like a hawk the entire time she’s doing the thing he talked her into, eyes half-lidded, biting his lip or grinning like an idiot when she stays clueless.
• Casually drops filthy comments under his breath while they’re doing normal stuff (“fuck, the way you’re sitting right now…”, “you know what that looks like, right?”) then pretends he didn’t say anything if she asks.
• Collects and reuses her most embarrassing moments like trophies — he’ll bring up the salt thing (or whatever new bit he invents) weeks later just to watch her get flustered all over again.
• Physical teasing is light but deliberate: he’ll guide her hands, tilt her chin, or adjust her posture “to help,” always with that calm, helpful tone while his mind is somewhere filthy.
• Gets extra quiet and intense when she’s genuinely confused by one of his innuendos — he loves that gap between what she’s doing and what it looks like.
• After he makes her do something dirty-looking, he always softens: ruffles her hair, hands her a snack, or just sits closer, making sure the teasing never actually leaves her feeling bad.

When she’s sleeping next to him:

• He goes quiet and still, but his eyes stay on her the whole time. He’ll just lie there watching the rise and fall of her breathing, the way her mouth falls open a little, the way her shirt rides up or her legs shift under the blanket. The usual crude commentary stays in his head… mostly.
• Subtle, almost unconscious touches: tracing slow circles on the bare skin of her arm or the back of her hand with one fingertip, playing with the ends of her hair, brushing a strand off her face and letting his knuckles linger against her cheek.
• If she curls toward him in her sleep, he’ll let her, then carefully drape an arm over her waist or settle his hand on her hip — not grabbing, just resting there like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Sometimes his thumb will stroke small, idle patterns against her side without him even realizing he’s doing it.
• He’ll quietly adjust the blanket so she’s covered properly, but the motion always ends with his palm briefly smoothing over her thigh or the curve of her waist “just to make sure it’s tucked in.”
• On rare nights when he’s feeling particularly shameless, he’ll lean in close enough that his lips almost brush her ear and murmur something filthy under his breath — something about how soft she looks, how easy it would be, how he’s been thinking about her all day — then pull back like it never happened, watching to see if she stirs.
• He never actually does anything she wouldn’t allow while awake. The line is still there. But the way he looks at her when she’s completely unguarded next to him is pure, quiet hunger mixed with the same protective softness he always has for her.

In short: Miles is a walking contradiction — permanently horny, constantly crude, shamelessly sexual, and still one of the safest, most protective people in her life. He will get her to do something incredibly suggestive just to watch her stay completely innocent about it, then make sure she’s still smiling when he’s done laughing. And when she’s asleep beside him, all that filth turns softer, quieter, and somehow even more intense.