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shiggybrainr0t · 10 months

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smut, mdni

kirishima would be so sweet the first time you give him a blowjob.

he’s nervous. how couldn’t he be? he’s got such a gorgeous person sitting atop of him, looking down at him with big, loving eyes. you’re running your hands softly down his chest, scraping your fingernails lightly over his nipples just to see the flash of his quirk activating on instinct.

he grabs one of your hands, bring it to his lips as he glances at you shyly. he’s been with others before, but none of them meant as much to him as you do. your gaze is heated but soft as you bring his hand up to your cheek from his lips and nuzzle into his palm. it’s your turn to look at him shyly as he caresses your face.

“let me make you feel good?”

kirishima let’s out a whoosh of an exhale, breath leaving his lungs abruptly at your question.

“only if you want to sweetheart.” you know he isn’t just saying that, that he really would cuddle you up instead if you changed your mind.

you slide down off his thick thighs, getting comfy in between his legs instead. he’s tense, thigh muscles contracting under his athletic shorts, but there’s already a tent forming. slowly, you push your fingers under, pulling his shorts off, and taking his underwear with it. he springs up, not fully hard yet but still enough to hang heavy in the air.

a giggle escapes him as you poke at the tip suddenly, the tense atmosphere breaking as a large grin takes over his face. he covers his eyes and groans playfully at your actions, cheeks turning red as you laugh. his grin slips away as your eyes darken while looking at his length, but he’s more relaxed now. he trusts you to take care of him.

you grip his base, and your fingers don’t touch. his chest rises and falls heavily, already drunk off your touch. you lean down, and suck the tip into your mouth, leaning back quickly when his hips jerk.

“m sorry baby, i’m sorry”

your smile is reassuring as you go back down. you suck the tip back into your mouth, grinning smugly when you feel the minuscule jerk of his hips. popping off, you look at him from under your lashes as you lick a long, wet stripe up his length, going slightly cross eyed as you watch it rise to full hardness. even fully hard he still dangles slightly down, gravity simply too heavy.

his loud groan emboldens you, and you take him down farther this time. slowly, you build up to a good tempo, bobbing your head to the rhythm in your head and the sound of his heavy breaths and moans.

“you’re so good sweetheart. taking care of me so well.”

his voice is a pitch deeper than before, gravelly in a way you’ve never heard before. his eyes are as dark as molten lava, burning you from the inside out. distracted by his gaze, you go down to far and gag. he’s pulling you off quickly, leaning forward towards your face.

his thumb softly rubs across your waterline, wiping the accidental tears that have escaped. he kisses your lips, then your cheek, and forehead.

“kiri, i’m fine. lay back down.”

he lays back hesitantly, eyes searching yours one last time to make sure you’re completely ok. he’s distracted when you grip his base again, slightly pumping your hand up and down, using your spit that has dripped down as lube. taking him back into your mouth, you find your rhythm easier this time.

kirishima’s groans become loader, turning into beautiful moans the closer he gets. even so close to the edge, he still reaches his hand towards you and sweeps the hair that has fallen around your face away.

“baby, baby i’m close. sw-sweetheart, gah-“

he tries to get you to pull off, but you suck him tighter in retaliation. his head flops back onto the pillow, his feet kicking slightly to keep him from thrusting into your mouth. his hand cradles your head as he comes, and the moan he lets out comes deep from within his chest.

as you swallow, nose crinkling a little at the taste, he’s leaning forward again and kissing you. he doesn’t mind tasting himself if that means he gets to kiss his sweetheart.

#I’ve never seen a penis in the flesh and this is the first smut I’ve ever written so there’s that #mha #kirishima thirst #kirishima eijirou #kirishima fluff #kirishima x y/n #bnha kirishima #kirishima x reader #kirishima fanfiction #kirishima headcanon #kirishima smut #my hero academia fanfiction #my hero academia smut #mat’s writing

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roguemonsterfucker · 9 months

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Self care is imagining your favorite character with inhuman traits that would make sex with them more interesting.

#people that write Thrawn as having a human like penis are cowards with no imagination #loopy rambles

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castielsparkle · 11 months

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if dean winchester were born just a couple decades later hed make those youtube movie maker lyric videos for led zeppelin and shjt

#cas.txt #spn #dean winchester #dean #also since he has auditory processing issues he owuld. write half the lyrics wrong like the legend of the penis meme.#also he would be like that post thats like HAHAHA SICK GUITAR RIFF!#anywayss

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prokopetz · 10 months

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A big part of cultivating creative discipline is accepting that you can't just sit around waiting for inspiration to strike and learning how to write without it, but the other half is learning never to let inspiration go to waste when it does strike.

If you've got an idea for something that you'll never be able to show to anyone else – maybe it's too personal, maybe it's too pornographic, maybe it just doesn't fit your idiom – you should absolutely go ahead and write it anyway.

This isn't a "write for yourself" thing (and there's no shame in being uninterested in writing for yourself – art is about communication!): it's a "building your portfolio" thing. Self-plagiarism is one of the most fundamental skills of any artist, and you never know what random scribble is going to turn up exactly what's needed for some seemingly unrelated project later on.

Like, it's not likely that that grotesquely self-indulgent character piece where your fandom crush inexplicably has three dicks will randomly prove to contain the missing ingredient for that novel you've been procrastinating on writing, but it can never entirely be ruled out!

#writing #art #creativity #inspiration #pornography mention #penis mention

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canary-song · 9 months

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Due to what little on-screen interactions we see between Noir Peter (Pete) and Peni in ITSV, it's no surprise that a lot of people have agreed upon the popular fanon of them being a sort of father-daughter duo (or, for those who subscribe a bit more to Pete being younger due to the comics, a sibling-like relationship). It's cute so I support it, but it got me thinking about the two in comparison to eachother, specifically in terms of corrupt systems and how they're handled in their stories. I think the two have a bit more a contrast than just the surface level stuff, so let's look into it!

(Essay + comic panel evidence beneath the cut)

From the very start of Peni's (unfortunately short) comics, she's shown as very resigned to her fate - when brought in to discuss her father and her future "career" in the SP//DR program, she's upfront and blunt; My father is dead, and I'm the only one who can replace him, so I will. It's a foregone conclusion, and one she doesn't shy away from.

Furthermore, even though we see how, throughout the comics, she's basically given no life beyond her work, and even her school hours are eaten into, she's told again and again that all of this cost means something.

She has to sacrifice everything, because there's no other choice. Her own Guardians, her Uncle Ben and Aunt May, work for the very organization that her father did, and persist to remind her of the importance of the job, even if they do try to remind her that she can't handle this alone. Very telling, when faced with threats to the multiverse, she briefly asks her Uncle Ben if she should stay with him, only for him to tell her to go.

Duty calls.

This isn't the point of this, but of course she joined Spider HQ and went along with what Miguel was telling her - she's grown up surrounded by very like-minded, sacrifice-willing adults. Of course she has to do this. What other option is there?

On the other end, Pete is quite the opposite of Peni's story. Yes, 100%, like all Spiderpeople, there's the element of responsibility, that looming recognition that not doing what you can gets people hurt, but while Peni's story is set up so that she's fighting for her system of authority, Pete is unsurprisingly against his. At any point that he can, even pre-spiderbite, he's picking fights and trying to fix things. He's so set in his beliefs and outspoken that he makes his own mentor question his actions, constantly in pursuit of a better world.

It's the responsibility of the people to give a shit, and Pete cares so much that it drives him a bit mad, I think.

Where Peni is told that this is the way things work, Pete is demanding that it change, asking questions. Peni was raised to accept her responsibility, whereas Pete was raised to fight against the expected status quo.

AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THEIR RESPECTIVE BENS.

I'll try keeping this fragment of a thought short because we're already clocking in 6 paragraphs pre-edits and I need to feed the dogs their dinner soon, but the TLDR is that Uncle Ben is the last surviving legal Guardian of Peni, and though distant, he tries his best to support her while she's in the SP//DR program. Pete's Uncle Ben is, by no such surprise, dead, but specifically, he was a WWI veteran, decorated but guilty.

Uncle Ben is, in the Noir comics, yet another symbol of how doing what you're told can haunt you. He was very vocally against the war machine he was a part of, while Peni's Ben has known nothing else but his work.

This is how completely dead opposite they are in so many regards. They contrast eachother!! It's really interesting! Honestly, I could see Pete getting into an argument with Peni's Ben over how she's been treated, even if it probably wouldn't go well. He cares too much to keep his mouth shut, often.

#noir posting #do I. tag both of these guys. what's the audience here.#uh.#spiderman noir #spidernoir #peni parker #shippers of these two DNI but I hope that would be. obvious #spiderverse #itsv #atsv spoilers #apologies for the crunchy as hell screenshots - fighting ad-hell and doing this on my phone #I usually just see people put them together as a fun father/daughter duo without any conflict. which is fine!!#but by comic standards I think Pete would probably pick a fight with the very concept of the SP//DR program #he would have some Words about it #blogcat: writing

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samipekoe · 3 months

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Hi, just wanted you to know that I scrolled back through all of your dungeon meshi art and was inspired to outline a fic about farcille exploring the practicalities of chimera falin's dragon dick. Your comments on how inconvenient it would be if it was on the dragon body have made me commit to the bit. Thanks! You've ensorcelled me with falin touden and her fat chicken t (the crack of a gunshot renders me silent forever)

no ..you have to get up... you have to write about falins monster cock!!!

#that sounds so fun...i hope you do write it!!!!#i had to leave the falin monster cock to the experts im afraid im not experienced enough drawing monster penis to do it justice...

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rachelsfav-queer · 4 months

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Morning Wood

Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair

A few tags, just in case?: Trans Wednesday, Sub Wednesday, Dom Enid, gender-affirming humiliation, praise and degradation, Mommy k!nk, mentions of chastity, orgasm control, some more stuff lol

Summary: uhh, Wednesday gets morning wood…

(All characters are 18+)

(gif not mine)

Just like every other morning, Wednesday woke up in her girlfriend’s arms, the werewolf somehow managing to be sprawled out across the bed while also keeping both arms wrapped tightly around Wednesday. Wednesday herself was snuggled up against Enid’s side.

This position made it very obvious the tent in her oversized shorts. Wednesday had recently run out of her hrt meds and was having a wonderfully dreadful experience with the pharmacy to get a refill. So, she’s been prey to her body’s natural carnal desires. Wednesday had no desire to have her penis removed, but it certainly wasn’t easy for her during these occurrences where testosterone began to build up again.

Which all leads the seer to right now, where the intense desire to release the tension was easily overwhelming her mind. She hardly even realized that she had begun humping her girlfriend’s body like a dog in heat, her hips moving on their own accord. It wasn’t until she felt the light shaking of Enid’s chest, indicating laughter, that Wednesday looked up at the taller woman.

“Having fun, baby?” Enid asked and Wednesday responded with a confused grunt and furrowed brows. Enid motioned down with her head at Wednesday’s still moving hips and the woman immediately froze, staring widely at her own body’s betrayal. She quickly looked back up at Enid and stumbled to offer an explanation and an apology at the same time.

“I- Enid, I apologize. I don’t mean to act like a depraved animal. I’m sorry,” Wednesday felt immense guilt, feeling like her actions would be perceived as predatory. But in reality, Enid felt the exact opposite.

“Wends, don’t apologize, it’s okay! It’s only natural for something like this to happen eventually. I mean, not just with you not having your meds in a while, but I certainly haven’t been helping,” Enid chuckled softly, “Seriously, how long has it been since I’ve let you cum? A month? No, we just passed two months! Aww, poor baby! You must be so pent up! Of course you’d need to hump my leg a little bit. C’mon, why don’t you let Mommy help you out. Maybe I’ll let you cum too! Maybe…”

Wednesday heard the open-ended promise but didn’t focus on it all, far too distracted by the idea of having her Mommy help her feel good. That’s what she needs, so badly. Wednesday nods quickly, hardly worried about what her dom may have in mind for her, focusing solely on the pleasure and her needy little girldick. “Please Mommy! Please make me feel good!”

“Oh don’t worry, baby girl. I’ll make you feel so good!” Enid says cryptically, though again, Wednesday doesn’t notice. Her brain is far too fogged up with neediness to think properly. Enid shakes her head and moves them around so that Wednesday is now lying flat on the bed and Enid is curled up against her. This new position makes the height difference even more stark and Enid makes it even more so by leaning on her one arm so that she’s above Wednesday, looking down at her, as it should be. “Let’s get these pesky shorts out of the way, shall we?” Enid pulls the black shorts down to Wednesday’s ankles, assisting in the seer’s vulnerable position to her dominant girlfriend. “Rules, you cum exactly when I tell you to. No ‘what ifs’ you will cum when I say. Second, hands at your sides. I see them move, and I’ll lock you in chastity for the rest of the year, do I make myself clear?” Enid waits for a response, which she receives in a nod with a “Yes Mommy!” and the werewolf continues, “Three, the only words that contain out of your mouth are ‘Yes Mommy’ or to tell me when you’re close, or your safeword, which is?”

“Skulls, Mommy,” Wednesday responds, receiving a kiss on her forehead for her good behavior.

“Good girl. And lastly, I want you to try and keep still. This one’s not a hard rule, and I won’t punish you if you break it. But I’d like you to try, okay? Remember we’re working on you sitting still like a good girl. Alright, you ready, sweet girl?” Wednesday nods and responds in affirmation. So, Enid doesn’t waste any time teasing her submissive, going straight to stroking the seer’s small girlcock. Wednesday moans out loudly, squirming slightly and just barely resisting the urge to tell Enid how good it feels or beg for more. Enid smiles warmly at Wednesday as she strokes her slowly at first and slowly building up speed.

It doesn’t take all that long before Wednesday is alerting Enid that she’s close, which makes Enid quickly remove her hand, edging Wednesday and letting her in on the morning she’s in for. “Aaaa Mommyyy!” Wednesday cries out, though Enid lets the small rule break go.

“What? You didn’t think Mommy was gonna let you cum that easily, did you? No no no, baby! You need to earn your orgasms ‘round here! Here’s the game, sweetheart! If you can take ten edges, not including this last one, then I’ll let you cum. You still wanna play, baby?” Enid smirks evilly at her submissive who stares at her wide-eyed.

Wednesday nods and says, “Yes Mommy.”

With a quick color check, that Wednesday confirms she’s still enjoying herself, Enid goes on to edge Wednesday ten times. With every denied orgasm, Wednesday is brought closer to tears until the seventh edge. Wednesday begins crying in desperate pleasure, and humping up in the air desperately.

Enid continues checking in with Wednesday and absolutely getting off to the sight of her girlfriend in such a desperate state.

Eventually, the little game ends with Wednesday’s tenth denial and the poor little seer is trembling in desperation. Enid kisses Wednesday on the lips, helping settle the raven. “Alright love. You did so good. Mommy’s gonna make you cum now, okay? Remember, only cum when I tell you to, okay? Good girl.” Enid wraps her hand around Wednesday’s penis once again, starting off slowly. As she strokes her girlfriend, Enid offers some affirming, yet humiliating remarks that she knows Wednesday loves so much, “There you go, that’s it, baby. Taking everything Mommy gives you so well. This cute little girldick of yours, so small. All it’s good for is being stroked by your Mommy, isn’t that right?” Enid speeds up a bit and Wednesday turns her head to look at her, “You’re my good little girl, Wednesday. That’s all you’re meant to be. You’re beautiful, pretty, cute. That’s right, the cutest girl in the world! No matter what your body looks like or how it acts, it doesn’t matter if you get morning wood or if you feel so horny that you can’t help but grind against Mommy. You are, always have been, and always will be the prettiest girl I have ever seen. My girl.”

Enid strokes even faster and Wednesday’s moans pick up in intensity, matching her Mommy’s hand movements. Enid smiles warmly at Wednesday and continues affirming her, “My good little girl. Mommy just loves when you’re all desperate for her like this. Just need me to stroke away all those pesky, mean old thoughts. The ones that lie to you and tell you’re anything less than the most beautiful girl in the world.” Wednesday begins whining, feeling dangerously close to the edge. “Shh, it’s okay. Mommy’s got you. You’re close? Good. Mommy wants you to count out loud down from ten. When you reach zero, cum for Mommy.”

Wednesday obeys, counting down in a shaky voice.

“T- ten.”

“Good girl.”

“Niii-iine.”

“So beautiful.”

“Eight!”

“Shh, there ya go, baby.”

“Se- se- seveeeen.”

“So good for me.”

“Sixxxx.”

“My desperate little slut.”

“Fiiiiiveeee.”

“You were only ever meant to be a girl. My good girl.”

“Four. Three. Two.”

“Come on baby! Hold it, I know you can.”

“Oneeeeee!”

“You’re almost there! Come on, pretty girl!”

“ZEROOO!!!”

“Cum for me! Cum for Mommy, slut! Oh you’re such a good girl, my good little girl. Cum for Mommy. Cover my hand in your cum. Do it, that’s it! Ohhhh, such a good fucking girl!” Enid strokes Wednesday as fast as she can, not stopping until she’s milked every last drop and bringing Wednesday to another orgasm. Wednesday starts squirming almost violently, desperately trying to escape the overstimulation.

Though Enid does stop and moves into aftercare. First cleaning up her hand and Wednesday. Then, Enid picks the raven up and carries her to the bathroom and starts the bath. The whole time, Enid praises Wednesday for doing so well and she slowly coaxes her gently out of subspace. Once the bath is prepared, Enid removes her own clothes and Wednesday’s shirt. They enter the bath together, with Enid assisting the now slightly weak seer with everything. Enid washes Wednesday carefully and slowly, the steady motions ushering Wednesday back to sleep in Enid’s arms.

Enid kisses Wednesday’s forehead and whispers, “I love you, Wends. Sleep well.”

End <3

#my writing #wenclair #wenclair fanfic #18+ content #18+ only #trans wednesday #sub wednesday addams #dom/sub #chasity #praise k!nk #degrading k1nk #gender affirming humiliation #mommy k!nk #org@sm denial #edging k!nk #small penis

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bidisastersanji · 4 months

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The Goth family travels to Paris, staying in their rich dad’s fancy Hausmanian apartment. Mihawk fucks off to god knows where (probs shady business) and Zoro would rather let Wado rust than stay a second longer with Perona shopping and eating pâtisseries in the Printemps. He roams around, lost, and stumbles into the Marais (gay neighborhood in Paris, literally means “Swamp”, and yes it’s far away from le printemps haha) and eventually sees the penis bakery (yes it’s real).

He enters, amused by the sesame seeds on the “balls” of the bread to mimic pubic hair, and is curious to see what else they sell. He’s browsing silently, very entertained by the phallicness of all their products, when the shop clerk clears his throat and says a passive aggressive “Bonjour” (you have to say hello when you enter stores, it’s impolite not to).

Zoro’s mouth dries when he looks up to the voice and sees a really hot blonde guy with a name tag - Sanji? staring at him from behind the counter. His eyebrow is… interesting to say the least , but what distracts him is his eyes…drowning him like a deep, blue ocean.

Zoro swallows with difficulty.

Still waiting for an answer, the blonde switches to English, gleaming from the interaction that Zoro is probably a tourist.

“Can I help you?”

Zoro had never understood why some people thought accents were cute or attractive. The French accent least of all.

But dripping from this guy’s lips? Absolutely charming.

“Uhm, what would you recommend?” Zoro’s eye gleams a bit mischievously as he surveys the penis shaped pâtisseries- and more regular looking items- around the shop, stepping closer and closer to the main display (and the man behind it).

“Well, what do you like, flavor-wise? Chocolate? Something fruity?”

Zoro holds himself back from making a stupid joke and thinks back on what Perona usually eats. “Fruity.”

The guy- Sanji- smiles and points to a penis shaped cake in front of him. “I recommend this raspberry-pistachio cake- this classic flavour pairing tends to be people’s favourite.”

Attention grabbed by the guy’s slender, graceful fingers, Zoro is once again slow to answer, and Sanji’s face tells him he’s probably not coming off as the brightest right now. His cheeks flush a bit.

“Sounds great. I’ll take one.”

“What size would you like?”

Zoro purses his lips. How has he managed to not make a single dick joke yet. He deserves a medal.

His eyes meets the clerk’s once again and the slight crease in his eyebrows and the expectant look seem to dare him to even try. He must get a thousand jokes like this a day. But Zoro’s only human.

“What size do you think is best?” Zoro’s voice drops a bit with his innuendo.

Sanji’s shoulders lightly sag, but it doesn’t stop Zoro from digging himself in deeper.

“I’m assuming the larger sizes are to share, since they’d be too filling for one person to handle?”

He hears the other man take a deep breath before he replies. “Look, man. Don’t shove this up your butt.”

Zoro buries the embarrassment flaring in his chest. “What the hell? Why would you say that, you pervert?”

“I’m the pervert? You’ve been acting weird and staring since you entered the shop! Tourists usually buy a penis baguette and leave! Why were you saying weird shit like “what size feels the best” about our cakes!?”

“That’s not at all what I said- and I was flirting with you, dumbass!”

#yes it’s real #there’s a penis bread selling bakery in the marais #zoro x sanji #zosan #zosan fic idea #sanzo fic idea #zosanzo #zosan fic #sanzo fic #this was fun to write aha #one piece zosan

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exploring-the-spiderverse · 11 months

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Expanding on that post I made of Noir adopting Hobie but I love the idea of that making Peni and Hobie adopted siblings. Soooo general headcanons and thoughts time! (Inspired by @ryderdire and @queercoded-disney-villain and the comments they left!)

This got a lot longer than expected so there is a lot more stuff under the read more!

I like to think that Peni and Hobie already knew each other beforehand but in passing. Hobie knew of her and occasionally they talked but he never really got to know her

Of course that all changed when Gwen gathered her small team of Spider Folks to save Miles

After everything goes down and they have time to actually hangout, Hobie tries to get to know her at first. He thought her mech was pretty sick. She mostly avoided him though. He didn’t exactly know why but didn’t care. He assumed it was cause her and Miles weren’t on the best of terms anymore. And while her, Noir, and Ham were still close, there was some tension between them. Especially since she sided with Miguel (at first).

When Noir adopted him (that’s an entirely different story to tell later), he was sorta shocked that Peni was Noir’s adopted daughter. He thought the two weren’t on great terms. Noir explained that despite what she did he still loved her. Fathers are supposed to love their children no matter what right?

Of course since Peni was Noir’s daughter, that meant they had to be around each other more often than not. It was…very tense at first to say the least. Noir usually hung out with Ham (he wasn’t allowed to stay with Peter B after Mayday was born) so it was an awkward experience having serious conversations in a cartoony world.

Eventually, Hobie cracked what was eating at Peni. Despite her being more closed off (which everyone who knew her said was odd) Hobie somehow managed to break through her walls. Jokes and his general demeanor slowly eased her.

In general, Hobie and Peni are a force to be reckoned with. With him being more reckless in his fighting style and Peni being more coordinated, enemies are afraid of even getting near them. Especially cause of SP//dr.

If anyone dare lay a hand on Peni, Hobie would be sending an electric guitar through their head with no hesitation. That’s his sister goddamn it.

Hobie does like to paint his nails and allows Peni to do his sometimes. He’ll do Peni’s for her too but they end up more messy than what she can do. They’re still passable though as he’s done Gwen’s before a few times.

As they get more comfortable around each other, Hobie absolutely will tease the hell out of Peni. She isn’t good at teasing him as he just doesn’t give a shit but does eventually finds some fuel.

Like Noir, Hobie will carry around Peni on his back if asked.

Secretly, he taught Peni some curse words so when she said fuck around Ham, he was immediately on his tail. Hobie doesn’t regret it though. He thought it was hilarious.

Hobie will carry Peni under his arm like a sack of potatoes when she’s not in her mech occasionally. He’ll be just hanging out with someone and have her under his arm.

Peni will fall asleep if held for too long. She just finds it relaxing. Hobie finds it amusing.

Hobie has taken Peni to his world and has let her join in on his rioting. She actually ended up being more of an anarchist than Hobie. He was THRILLED about it.

She was even given yellow shoelaces by Hobie and goddamn Noir was proud as hell

Speaking of Noir, he does also have blue shoelaces but keeps them around his belt. He doesn’t want to make them dirty or destroy them by accident. Hobie is secretly very happy Noir accepted them and wears them.

The two siblings will argue about their world’s food. Hobie says that his cuisine is unique and good but Peni just tells him that he’s clearly never had Japanese cuisine. They will always argue about this.

Occasionally they’ll go to Noir and ask him. He’s literally only had 1930s food so he thinks everything is amazing. Everything except beans on toast. Telling Hobie he’s had this in his world before as a cheap meal.

Hobie will play his guitar for Peni and has learned songs that she likes. Even if they aren’t from his era. It gives him a chance to learn more stuff and make Peni happy.

He refuses to play anything that he considers too slow though. He’d rather rock out than play a slow waltz.

Peni will sneak into Hobie’s world and replace his alarm clocks with indestructible ones. He HATES when she does this.

Once when Hobie got burnt slightly by a rouge molotov, Peni ended up making him a sorta protective bandage that was fire proof to wear under his suit. He ends up using it both for him and anyone who is with him. Peni was extremely happy to help.

Speaking of riots, Peni once got pushed over and nearly shot by a cop but Hobie DID NOT let anything else happen to her. Let’s say his guitar needed an extremely good wash afterwards. Brains aren’t easy to get out of guitars. Ham was horrified but Peni kept telling him she’s seen worse. That didn’t help.

Peni and Gwen do have girl days which means Hobie isn’t allowed. Despite trusting Gwen with his life, he will tell her to bring back Peni unharmed or something will happen. Gwen knows he’s serious about that.

Peni loves to tease Hobie about his romantic relationship with Miles and Pavitr which surprisingly makes him flustered. No one knows how she does it but she does.

(I’ll explain their romantic relationship in more detail later but Hobie is dating Miles and Pavitr while Gwen is dating just Miles. Pavitr is still dating his girlfriend while dating both Hobie and Miles. Gwen was never romantically attracted to the others except Miles.)

Hobie will get dragged along to the mall by Peni. It’s a hilarious sight. Just this punk dude with his younger, more preppy sister.

Since Hobie can purr like most Spider Folks (silly headcanon of mine), he does it a lot around Peni. She can’t purr but enjoys hearing Hobie purr. It’s comforting.

Hobie will hold Peni’s hand if she asks and isn’t ashamed of it. He’s a big brother goddamn it, he will act like one.

He did teach her a bit of guitar too. He even gifted her one. It was a not so great one but Peni treasures it. It has a bunch of stickers on it.

When Peni cries over her past, Hobie is very commonly the one that is immediately there to comfort her. Purring nonstop and giving her words of comfort. He knows what it’s like to have no one to cry to and no comfort.

Hobie doesn’t cry much but when he does, which is rare, Peni is always nearby. She doesn’t even hesitate. Hugging him as hard and close as she can. He appreciates it.

Peter B likes to call them Peni and Hobs (like Calvin and Hobbes)

Hobie wears some pins on his jacket that Peni gave him. They’re mostly just similar to the normal ones he already wears but some are cutesy. He will not take them off even if he’s made fun of.

They rarely stay over at Noir’s place (he lives with Ham) but when they do, they’ll share the guest room. It’s always chaos.

Ham has gotten more than one noise complaint from his neighbors about loud guitars playing at night. He loves them both but god they give him a headache.

If Hobie wasn’t held back by anyone when he met Miguel again after becoming Peni’s brother, he would have already bashed Miguel into oblivion. He was NOT pleased about him manipulating Peni.

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