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uhnomahlee · 2 years

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them seeing you for the first time // fire force headcanon

pairings: agender!hibana x black gnc plus-size reader & agender!benimaru x black gnc plus-size reader

{mdni/f}

a/n: dese my faves so most fire force imagines/headcanons gon pertain to dem…reader=oc bc i shan’t type (yn) we gotta have substance thank yewww. as always the ocs have a lil background to dem. i loveeee maki and hinawa they otw sewn. my eyes + mind don’t apply gender like det to cartoon characters seww,,,enjoy🧌might be proofread perhapn’t

hibana

ime never associated theirself with any infrastructures seeing as their ability to have so much control over individuals propped the people of tokyo up to be puppets

they knew of the white-clad and evangelist, keeping their abilities hidden. one slip-up and they would have to fight that entire factor and more

however the rapid and random appearances of infernals tested them each and every day

on a particular day while on a leisure walk, ime heard the recognizable wails of a human turning into an infernal in an alleyway, eyes flitting to the direction it came from

not even a second later, an individual behind them burst in flames as well, falling to the ground in agony as the flesh burned off

it was hell on earth—the fire, screams, souls no longer tied to an earthly vessel

ime didn’t associate with the fire force, holy sol temple, or haijima. but they did associate theirself with the people affected by the appearance and action of infernals

the accumulation of infernals in the area put ime into gear, their dark brown irises disappearing to only show the white of their eyes glowing

an infernal clamped onto ime, arms wrapping around their body.

the creature was turned to dust from the single touch

a white flame flickered inside ime’s body, growing to an unimaginable temperature

checking their surroundings, they saw most of the people had left the premises

company five made their arrival a couple seconds after the infernal was put down

the focal point of the fires were located near ime, making the vehicles turn down the street where they stood

a beam of a white flame emitted from ime’s mouth, mowing down a good portion of the internals coming their way

“and who is that?” hibana inquired, their interest piqued immediately

the lack of fireproof gear and proximity to the creatures either proved an unpowered civilian’s stupidity or posed the immense power of a pyrokinetic teetering the line between idiocy and bravery

either way, hibana wanted them cleared from the grounds immediately

“not sure captain. i’ve never seen them before,” tokuyama replied, bringing the vehicle to a halt. “what should we do?”

hibana was unresponsive, petal pupils enlarging. fascination etched itself into their features

ime finished off the rest of the infernals on the block using hand to hand combat. their hits never connected due to the overwhelming heat of their body dissipating the infernals’ vessels instantly

“captain hibana?” tokuyama repeated, concern growing. “we should act now. more infernals were reported across the town.”

blinking theirself from the trance, hibana spoke, “take the squad down the parallel streets and take out any infernals you see. make sure the civilians are evacuating correctly. don't let them get in a frenzy and make things worse.” they opened the passenger door and stepped out, heels clacking against the ground.

“captain, what about you? i know you love your research but approaching pyros you know nothing about is very different from capturing an infernal”

“lieutenant, i believe i gave you orders.” hibana shot a glare at the man. “do you need to be disciplined in the middle of an emergency?”

tokuyama diverted his gaze. “...no. sorry captain. we will secure the streets immediately.” face reddening, the soldier pulled off, leading the rest of the squad to the other roads

hibana continued their strut towards ime, confidence wafting from them with every step

sensing the approaching human energy source, ime dampened their own inner flame, reducing the heat they were emitting.

one look at the fire force garment worn and irritation swelled up

they walked past hibana without a word, searching for any more infernals wandering the area

the captain fell flush with embarrassment then quickly gathered theirself reaching out their fan and tapping ime’s shoulder

“excuse me. any particular reason you aren’t in uniform? which company do you belong to?” hibana probed, eyes shamelessly scanning the broad full-figured individual

ime turned around, making hibana’s confidence resurface for a moment before the captain set their eyes on the individual

piercings were centered in the middle of their shaven brows as well as a single stud in the center of their bottom lip. the bridge of their nose was adorned with a jewel too

a hardened expression contorted ime’s face, a small scowl and dark eyes directed at hibana

yeah….the words hibana were going to say got swept the hell away

there was this aura that flowed from ime and caressed hibana’s entire psyche and gently brought them to their knees—mentally—with no hesitation

okay bc hibana x tsundere dom byeeeeee these niggas would be too much

“i wouldn’t let myself belong to a company, that unhinged cult, or those engineering shitheads at haijiima even if my fucken life depended on it,” was ime’s response, voice modulated and low

hibana was stuck between finding the reply arousing and disrespectful, the two emotions tussling wildly as they stared at ime, trying their best to sustain their supreme demeanor

“well then…well then you-” hibana’s mind struggled to form a sentence under ime’s unwavering glare. “get out of the area. our squad can handle it. you’re just a civilian and you need to evacuate,” they demanded, proud their voice stood its ground

but that shit did not matter

ime’s browbone rose, piercing glinting

“fuck that.”

ime’s eyes flickered to white and they began hovering off the ground.

hibana blinked once and ime was taking off into the sky descending into the road nearby, ready to aid the civilians

a very disoriented hibana stood, skin hot with embarrassment and the prominent arousal churning in their abdomen

“that…motherfucker”

benimaru

“for the last time old lady, your sweets have too much damn sugar. you tryna kill me or what?” benimaru stopped walking, irked

the lady gave them a wide smile, wrinkles protruding, persistent in her attempt to offer the youngin some delicacies

a staring match ensued as always

the breeze grazed benimaru’s black tresses before they sighed, grumbling thanks as they took a hold of the basket

“have a good day benimaru-chan!” the elderly woman yelled after them

benimaru smacked their lips looking at the basket. “at least she made a bit less this time. maybe a new recipe too? hell if i know…i’ll let the twins get to it before-”

their nose twitched, a scent making their steps falter, eyes flitting to their right

the individual caught benimaru’s attention, gaze’s meeting each other’s

kayode’s fully black eyes crinkled as they gave a smile, gesturing to the pastries at their stand

“would you like to try a cup of degue? i will let you have the first cup for free,” their silvery voice spoke, black henna decorating their exposed dark brown skin

benimaru diverted their gaze, an unfamiliar thump in their chest kickstarting their heart into turmoil

they nearly ran off into the direction of their home, not giving a response

benimaru wondered why they weren’t alerted of the new resident’s presence considering their position as the town’s representatives

also yes, a part of beni needed to know who that was soon and konro would most definitely have that knowledge if not anyone else

stepping into the household, hika and hina hopped into view, ready to pounce on the snacks

“these goodies better be up to par or the grim reaper’s not letting her slip through their hands again!”

beni furrowed their brows as they set the basket down. “seriously, who the fuck teaches you to talk like this. shit.”

catching a glimpse of konro, beni left the twins to food while they called out to him

konro turned, a soft smile on his face. “back from your walk? how many times were you stopped this time?”

“do you know the new vendor?” benimaru interjected needing to get straight to the point. too forward, they thought. “why don’t i-we know about them?”

konro smiled, heading towards the entryway of the building. “you’re right. we don’t know much about them. and as protectors of the town we should find out more right?”

“why are you talking like that?”

konro shrugged. “dunno what you’re going on about.” he cleared his throat, side by side with his friend as they moseyed down the sidewalk. “so this vendor. did you taste the food?”

benimaru narrowed their eyes. “no. are you drunk or something? why are you acting like that?”

konro waved a hand dismissively. “just that you usually don’t ask about new vendors. you get told about them. ya know they don’t interest you much. but...i guess things can change with you.”

beni narrowed their eyes at konro, caught in his inquisition. they went silent until they came across the familiar vendor stand

kayode handed a customer a cup, laughing at something that was said

“i’m guessing this is it.”

beni blinked. “what? you-” their jaw clenched. “it’s just our job to know who resides in our town.”

“oh yeah, definitely.” konro crossed his arms, cocking his head slightly. “so, why don’t you go ahead and get that job done. i hear the twins fighting again.“

breaking off their stare at the new vendor for the third time, benimaru readied a rebuttal.

but the older nigga had skedaddled, figure running off into the distance before beni could speak

“fucker,” they muttered, fists clenching

kayode had turned around, fixing up some more cups of the different beverages and desserts

“that offer is still up if you want” back facing benimaru, kayode declared before pouring a thick substance into a small mug

“who are you? when did you move here?” smooth benimaru, interrogating instead of accepting a kind offer. nice start.

kayode set the cup down, turning around. they set their black eyes on benimaru, features mellow

their garments differed from that of tokyo, traditional west african garments adorned their wide frame, black and gold designs printed onto the clothing

“have you ever heard of the divine flame shinmon benimaru?”

the captain grew rigid, their name spoken with a tone that made their chest tighten.

they found theirself walking closer to kayode. “i…i haven’t.”

“it predates the very sun we live under and countless others.” they stepped out from behind the merchandise, grabbing a cup of degue, hands supporting the cup from beneath and the side. “my ancestors were born from that flame and have passed down that essence for billions of years”

speechless, beni fell into kayode’s black gaze, feeling a scorching heat envelope them in comfort

benimaru dipped into another consciousness for a moment, a darkness surrounding them, their pyrokinetics stifled

“how did it taste?” kayode pulled benimaru from their domain, a warm smile stretching across their face

beni looked down at the empty cup, the remnants of the sweet liquid on their tongue making their body tingle. then they raised their gaze to kayode, a blush creeping across their skin when they felt the desire to be entrapped in that heat again

“um…it’s…” mind blank, beni felt their face rush with more blood and only handed back the cup. “thank you.” shit, just talk, at least say something else

kayode murmured, “have a good day, shinmon benimaru”

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ang3lik · 1 year

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Any Ethan headcanons u have??

𝐬𝐟𝐰 + 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

pairing: ethan landry x all!reader

warnings: mentions of porn, sex positions, masturbation, edging, praise, degradation and a spit kink.

SFW

this man is a GIANT like he’s six foot, beefy, and just large ;) but no fr every piece of clothing he borrows you like hoodies, flannels etc. literally drowns you because they’re so big

ethan isn’t a big social media person, he only has an instagram because it’s 2023 everyone has one, but like he doesn’t post and is barely following anyone.

some apps he definitely has:

you made him get tiktok so you could send vids to him.

he had snapchat but he barely used it. however you’ve had streaks for a while now.

has twitter for whatever people have twitter for and the porn sometimes.

his most used app is safari 😶

has letterboxd, reddit and 8 ball pool.

is a romance guy, but he’s not open about it. he’s very good at acting sweet and sweeping you off your feet. the shy, nerdy, geek act works very well.

loves the rain. especially at night in the dark, sometimes he can’t sleep but he’ll hear the rain and it makes him feel extra warm in his bed.

smells like mint. he either literally smells like mint, fresh gum or just straight cologne.

his room is his sanctuary. he feels safe and comfortable in there, surrounded by all his things, and as you begin to hang around in his room more, your scent stays, especially onto his bedding and sheets and he’ll literally just come home and face plant into his sheets and smell you.

isn’t a big massive music listener, but he does listen to multiple genres. he likes to listen to what others are listening to around him. he doesn’t always like the music chad listens too, but he does like the old school r&b he plays.

can’t cook for shit. the boys’ place is just full of snacks. this boy loves cheetos. will love you forever if you bring him cooked meals.

big horror movie fan. but has watched movies like the notebook and titanic and teared up and even laughed when you made him watch mean girls.

NSFW

very sensitive nipples 😭 (don’t ask)

is a switch, doesn’t necessarily like to be submissive but he just likes it where you share control, but he can be dominant at times

doggy is his favourite position

doesn’t actually masturbate a whole lot, probably like once a week

edges himself when he does masturbate

very proud of his physique, especially his arms, hands and stomach

very vocal in bed, i’m taking whines, moans, groans, also big dirty talker, praise and degradation !

not overly kinky, has certain specific possibly common kinks but not any weird ones or a lot

big on aftercare ! for himself and you, sometimes he wants to hold you but sometimes he wants you to hold him.

loves kissing so muchhh, there’s nothing more intimate for him, possibly has a spit kink too

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punkeropercyjackson · 1 month

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Jason Todd.Also Megumi Fushiguro.Also Percy Jackson but by P*rcicos and gods fuckers specifically.Also Todoroki Shouto.Also Sasuke Uchiha.Also Ichigo Kurosaki.Also Hobie Brown.Also Marshall Lee Abadeer.Also Prince Zuko.Also Nicholas D. Wolfwood-Y'know you guys get it

(Oh woah,almost 400 notes and like almost 100 at least don't realize i'm insulting you and calling you basic pick mes.Well,thanks for liking and subscribing anyway ig)

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eyesxxyou · 5 months

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❝ rough hands ❞ (rival bands!au)

｡ﾟ･ ¡ content. rival bands hobie x FTM!reader, conflicting emotions, a lot of sexual tension, a ton of mentions of hobie's hands, tw:pigs cops, being pinned down, fingering, handjob, a lot of bantering, generally just how I think sex withHobie would be, smut with a LOT of plot. the mary janes and the mutts have had a longstanding hatred for one another for years but you can't seem to resist the antics of hobie brown

wc: 4.3k

Fuck.

“They’re good.” Your drummer nudged as you and the rest of your band watched The Mary Janes perform on stage. They were opening for your performance and fuck if they weren't good at it. So much energy, such an art, you couldn't believe how fucking amazing he was on stage. Hobie Brown, the lead singer and guitarist. He was a force to be reckoned with.

You shrugged. “They're alright. Not better than us.” Your eyes narrow as they finish out their final song and Hobie takes a breath, thanking everyone for coming out. The crowd cheers, screams for him and you’re positive you can make them scream louder.

You and your band, The Mutts, move to the side as Hobie and his Mary Janes walk off stage. You catch his gaze, his smile so confident, cool, and carefree. You hate it, hate him. He doesn't say anything to you but you can see it in his eyes and the way he turns from you like he’s better than you. “You and your Mutts try to beat tha’”, his demeanor says as he walks away with his bandmates and you hate him for it.

It was a tough act to follow up. You know it as soon as you walk out on stage after your introduction. The air is hot where Hobie once stood, you can feel his energy still resonating there. You know he’s watching somewhere and you know you have to show him up for the sake of it. Your lips kiss the microphone Hobie once pressed his lips to and you hate that you can taste him there.

The crowd screamed along with the lyrics, music to your ears. How beautiful. Fucking beat that Hobie Brown.

You see him in the crowd with a drink in his hand, sipping away with a smirk on his face like something's fucking funny. If only you could slap it off his beautiful, smug face. You would as soon as you got off stage.

You and your bad breezed through your set. The crowd was alive in a way you’ve never seen before and it broke your heart to have to leave them. You turned your bass around behind your back and took a bow before thanking everyone for being such an amazing crowd for you. You watched Hobie turn and wade his way past people who slapped him on the back and feebly asked for an autograph to make his way backstage. He was undoubtedly coming just to taunt you.

As you and The Mutts came into the backstage lounge area, you departed with. “I’m going to my dressing room. I’ll see you guys in a minute.” Your drummer hummed with approval while your guitarist sent you off with a wave.

You made your way down the back all towards the dressing rooms. You opened the door only to find that Hobie was already there with his drink in hand and an insult already waiting on the tip of his tongue. “Ya slipped up there at the end. Was it cause o’ me? How unprofessional.”

“Hobie, you wouldn' know professionalism if it kicked you in the balls and told you your mother died at the same time. Get outta my face.” You sighed and reached into the pocket of your jacket for a loose lighter and a joint. You placed the joint between your lips, lit it, and took a drag. “You know whoever the club owner gives more money to tonight, he wants them to come back.”

Hobie scoffed. He sat on the mangy, gross couch as the door swung closed and you made your way over to the vanity to fix up your makeup. “O’ course ya only care ‘bout money, ‘ow contraire.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Only if yer there to kiss my arse while I do i’.”

It was usually like this. Your bands never liked each other but between them it was just glares and rough shoulder checks as the other passed. No one went at each other's throats the way you and Hobie did. You two were vicious, brutal, insults that would make the common man cry. But everyone knew better. There was a sort of camaraderie in your hatred for one another. Only you were allowed to hate him. You’d defend him with your life against someone else and in the same breath tell him his music was shit and he needed to quit.

“Either way, I’m getting that money.” Hobie settles, turning away like that’s the end of the matter. Your tongue swipes at your bottom lip before you nip it. “Says the man who plays the guitar like he can't find the clit.” You murmur and take another drag of your joint.

“Oh really?” Hobie began slowly, placing his cup down on the sticky floor before standing to his full height. He made his way over to you at the vanity, his hands grabbing the back of your chair when what he really want was to grip your shoulders, to touch you. “Would’ja like a demonstration? ‘m very good wit’ ma fingers. You know i’.” He looked at you through the mirror, leaning down so his face is next to yours.

You stare at him, search his eyes for a hint of malice or something, anything, but there's nothing but a true and genuine offer. He’d be more than happy to show exactly where your clit is.

Your lips pull into a scowl. “You’re fucking disgusting.” You say it to hide the fact that all you want is his hands on your body and those fingers to play with you the way he plays that guitar of his.

It’s the truth. You hide your burning desire for him behind your hatred, both equally as real as the other. He’s smug, shitty, sly, and sexy. You want to fuck him as much as you want to punch him, some days one more than the other.

Hobie placed his hand on your shoulders, massaging so gently. He tilted his head, placed his lips beside your ear. “Lemme know if ya ever wanna take me up on tha’ offer, dove.”

You stare at him, not sure if you want to kiss him or kill him, maybe a little bit of both. “Suck my dick, Hobie.”

“Sure, bet I can do tha’ better than ya too.”

“Get your fuckin’ hands off me and get out.”

Hobie finally relented, his hand sliding from your shoulders and back to his sides. “Fine. I’m pissin’ off. Don' forge’ ‘bout tha’ party on Saturday. Would be a damn shame if I don’ get a chance t’show ya up ‘gain.” He grabbed his drink and made his way to the door.

You couldn't stand him.

The party was already long going before you and The Mutts arrived. You were one to sniff out a good bottle of booze and went wandering to find it, your body in a perpetual state of compression by people on all sides. You wade through them with ease, leather jackets, spiked hair and all.

A proper punk party would be nothing without shitty beer and a stolen cop car to destroy.

You make your way to the center, all bats and spikes. Someone was on the hood of the car, bashing in the windshield until it completely fell through. You didn't realize it was Hobie until he hopped down from the hood and turned, grabbing the beer from your hand to take a sip. “Took ya long enough to join the party.” It seem he saw you far before you saw him.

“Can I have my shit back?” You snatched the bottle back from him. “Where the fuck did you guys get a cop car without the pigs getting on your asses?” It’s hard doing anything nowadays without the pigs sticking their ugly noses where they don't belong.

Hobie shrugged. “I ain' get i’. ‘m just here to fuck i’ up. Stop askin’ questions, are you joinin’ in or no’?”

Before either of you could do or say anything more, the car behind you was ablaze. Every window shattered, the very windshield wipers mashed through the back window, and now it was on fire. Someone had thrown a molotav cocktail inside of it and the entire thing caught on fire. Now it was a real punk party.

You figured the car would explode any time now, better to walk away before it blows and sears your eyebrows off. You take a swing from your bottle, grimacing at the bitter taste that's more akin to dog piss than anything else. Shitty bear. Proper punk.

You turn, ready to find your mates and maybe a stray joint floating around you can hog for yourself. Out in the distance you can hear the first ‘whoop’ of a police siren. You roll your eyes and finish out the rest of your beer in one gulp. “Are you fucking kidding me? I just got here.” You throw your bottle into the car fire.

The sirens come in blazing and a voice yells out that it's the cops. “Everybody scram!”

You look first for your bandmates but in a hoard like this, you’ll never find them. People are starting to run, yelling for everyone else to take off as well. They push past you while your eyes search frantically among their faces for your mates.

A hand grabs yours. You turn back to find Hobie there attempting to drag you away from where you stand in the mud. You thought he had already left, ran away with the rest of them. He was pulling you with him. “Wha’ the fuck are ya waitin’ for!?”

“My mates-”

You can see the suits approaching. They’re catching people, using batons to beat them down. They’re coming fast and you both know it. You’re panicking and Hobie’s still trying to get you to move your fucking legs.

He moves in front of you and holds your face between his large hands. “I need ya t'do me a favor and run. Ya can't help ya mates if yer dead or in a jail cell.” He pushed your shoulders, made you stumble back, snapped you out of your fixation.

You began to pick up your feet and run away. Your boots splattered in the mud, it stuck, made your feet heavier. You couldn't run as fast as normal. You’re stumbling, staggering, hands hitting the ground before pushing yourself back up. You know you’re going to get caught, it’s only a matter of time.

“I said get down!” That's all you hear before you’re tackled into the mud by an officer. He pins your arms to the Earth and you can hear the rattle of the handcuffs ready to clamp themselves down around your wrists. You try to fight but he holds just enough leverage over you that every elbow thrown was useless.

“Get the fuck off of me!” You fight because your very life depends on it. He’s smashing your face into the dirt rougher than necessary. “You’ve got nothing on me!” You writhed and kicked and screamed until suddenly the weight on you was gone and there was a thump and a grunt, a splatter in the mud.

Hobie was on top of the officer, fighting him, punching him, beating him into unconsciousness. You scrambled to your feet and watched him throw each punch with a grunt, teeth bared, eyes wild. You know if he keeps going he’ll kill the pig, not that you cared but he’d get into far more trouble than it's worth.

“Hobie, Hobie, come on.” You grabbed his hand before he could swing it down again, grabbed it besides all the blood and bruises. “They’re coming. We need to get outta here.” Your eyes plead for him to leave it alone. You couldn't care less about what happens to him, you tell yourself as much at least, but he saved you. It’s only fair and you don't like being indebted to people.

Hobie looked at you, then the cop on the ground, then back at you again. He stood and took your hand with his so gently. “Ma boat is on the dock up the way, come on.” He glanced back for a moment before the two of you began to run hand in hand. Hobie guides you out of the crowd in an entirely separate direction than everyone else. You run even though your feet ache, even though your heart is racing in your chest, even though you feel as though you can't breathe.

You only stop when you reach the dock where Hobie's boat is anchored. He leads you with bruised and battered hands to the canal boat at the end of the dock, a place where the two of you can call up your respective mates and make sure everyone is okay.

You’re covered in mud, wet, cold, shivering while you board Hobie’s boat. You wrap your arms around yourself and rock from heel to toe while Hobie shuffles about on his boat. He opens a door and looks back at you, “Ya comin’?” Your lips curled into a scowl as you let out a scoff. “I’m fine now, thanks. I can catch a cab back home.”

“Ya look like a wet dog. Come on.”

With a reluctant sigh, you follow him into his boathouse. It’s warm inside, immediately ceasing your shivering. It’s small, cozy, a bit cluttered but it’s not like your flat is any better. You hate to say that you like it but you do, you think it’s great, with his bed in front of a window that overlooks the bay.

You watch Hobie rummage about for clothes and all you can do is stare at his hands, hands that protected you, hands that fought for you, that drew blood for you. He defended you and fuck if it wasn’t hot. “I don’t need your pity.” You cover up the fact that you can feel yourself growing a little weak in the knees. If you hate him a little harder maybe it will make the feeling between your legs go away.

“No’ pity, jus’ bein’ a decent human-fuckin’-bein’,” he corrects you. “Wha’? Ya tink ‘m no’ capable of no good? I saved ya arse and ya sill bein’ a fuckin’ right cunt.” He comes close, he pokes your shoulder so hard that you move back a little, space that he closes once again.

The adrenaline is still running high. Your heart is still racing in your chest, slamming against your ribcage in a desperate attempt to claw its way out. You eat up the space between the two of you and shove him. “I only act like a cunt because you act like a dickhead!” You shove him again and he stumbles back before coming right back to you.

You breathe heavy, the both of you, staring. You keep glancing at his lips. Why do you keep glancing at his lips? Better question is why he keeps glancing at yours.

It was Hobie who leaned in and kissed you first. You could keep your dignity — keep your sanity — in knowing that you were not the one to make the first move. He kissed you hard and you kissed him back, kissed him harder. Your tongue found his lips and eagerly asked for permission for entrance. You needed him, needed his tongue against yours, need those hands that protected you against your skin.

Hobie parted his lips, let your tongue wander into his supple mouth and find his pierced tongue. It was hot, a little sloppy. You lick into his mouth and he licks into yours, your bodies pressing into the others while your slippery hands tug at each other's clothing. You swallow each breathless moan he sighs into your mouth, his hands sliding beneath your shirt. They’re cold, you shudder under his touch and he likes it. He smiled into the kiss. “Sum wrong?”

“Shut up.” You shudder out as his fingers breeze over you top surgery scars and brush your nipples that harden under his touch. His hands roam where they please, across your chest and down the curve of your back that arches with the tender touches of his fingertips. Your tongue lapped at his bottom lip, teeth nipping softly at the lip ring you spend hours staring at. “Just touch me.”

“Only touch ya?” Hobie teased with the idea. “Some heavy pettin’, yeah?”

“I’m still tryna decide if I wanna fuck you or not.”

Hobie kissed you again, tasting of piss poor beer and mint, a strange but delightful combination. “Dove, ya wanna fuck me. Ya wouldn' be here if ya didn't. Jus’ lemme treat ya good.” His hand pulled at the hem of your shirt and pulled it off of you in one swift motion. Those hands of his, they caressed your waists and hips while his lips traced a path down your neck. “Le's get rid of these clothes before ya make tha’ decision.”

You helped Hobie out of his clothes and he helped you out of yours, every piece of clothing leaving you a little hotter than the last. You trembled under his touch as he eased his hand over the band of your boxers. He slid his hand further south and cupped the mound of your pussy. “Ya ready to take me up on tha’ offer now?”

“I’ll punch you in the face.” You can’t stand his smugness but you can't say you don't like the way he pulls down your underwear then pulls down and pushes you back onto his bed. He pulls them off the rest of the way and tossed them to the side with the rest of your clothes. “Lemme give tha’ demonstration now.”

Hobie climbed onto the bed with you, on top of you. His hands protected you, his hands now tenderly caress you. His long fingers soothe down your naval and his lips kiss the curves of your scars. His body is pressed between your legs, his cock tapping your clit in just the right way to make you let out a fluttering moan.

Those hands, those hands that defended you, cupped your pussy again and his lips were on yours once more. He wanted to taste it, taste the surprise on your sweet lips when he dipped his long fingers between your supple lips and felt how wet you were. Your love let out a nice, creamy sound as he ran his fingers up and down from your wanton cunt to your aching clit.

You gasped into his mouth and Hobie took it, held it, tasted it, and loved it all in a single breath. He can't help but smile, to kiss you harder while he eased his middle finger into your lovely little cunt while his thumb rubbed circles into your firm clit. “Found ‘im, the lil shit.”

You reached between your two warm bodies, skin against skin in the best way possible, your hand sliding down his chest, his diaphragm, his naval, down to his length which rested on your belly and oozed precum onto you. You gathered up the growing little pool on your fingers and spread it across his throbbing tip, your finger circling his slit the same way he circled your rosebud.

Hobie let out something of a strangled groan into your mouth, fingers pausing for just a moment before resuming their torturous massage. “Yer sum else, y’know tha’?” He slipped his index finger in swiftly, the soft stretch making you hum sweet melodies of pleasure for him. He thumbed at your clit, swollen and pretty and begging for more, while your finger-stuffed cunt takes his fingers like it was always meant to.

You keep playing with his tip, dragging your feathery fingertips across the underside of the head, another sensitive spot that makes him react with another moan, lighter this time.

“I don't wanna have sex with you, Hobie.” You whisper like anything louder would break this precious moment. “But this isn't sex.” Not in your book.

“Hmm? Wha’cha call i’ then?”

“Heavy, heavy petting.”

Hobie can't stop himself from offering you a friendly chuckle. His fingers gently search for that sweet spot where he can get the most out of you, rubbing at your soft, gummy walls in a way that makes you arch your back and shiver. And when he finds that beautiful little spot, that spot that makes you moan his name in his ear, that makes your torture of his cock pause, he abuses it. Every thrust of his fingers, every curl, every rub targets that little soft ridge where your pleasure centers itself.

Your eyes flutter a bit. “Fuck– Hobie~ right– right there.” You tilt your hips in a way that gives him better access and it’s much appreciated. What’s even more appreciated it the way you’re softly jerking off his cockhead. The underside gently rubbing against the soft palm of your hand while your calloused fingers brush against the topside.

His hips rut. He lets out a pant, fingers still pounding away at your eager cunt. You’re both moaning into one another, soft, panting, desperate moans that feed into one another.

Hobie helped you up with a surprising amount of strength. Before you know it, your’re on top of him, his two digits still fucking your eager hole. It’s your turn to rut your hips, your legs straddling his, your hand stroking his tip so softly he might just cum right then and there.

Hobie let his free hand tenderly stroke over your soft throat, his knuckles still bruised and scabbing over. “Is this alrigh’?” The hand that nearly killed for you is so wonderfully soft for you. They rip at the guitar, they fight, they beat a man unconscious, but they’d never hurt you. You take his hand and settle it on your throat, nodding softly. You trust him, you trust him more than you like him. Punk camaraderie and all that jazz.

Hobie wraps his fingers around your neck, presses his palm against your throat gently, and kisses you again. “Ride ma fingers, yeah?” You nod again, too fucked up to come up with a witty response. You rock your hips, lifting and falling. Your hand holds his on your throat and you moan into his mouth.

Your thumb rubbed his slit and Hobie groaned. “Fuck– yeah~ jus’ like tha’. Ma good boy.” You don't even mind that he called you his because if this is what it felt like to belong to him then maybe you didn't mind it, you didn't mind it at all.

His thumb rubbed the side of your throat, his finger curled each time you fell on them, your creamy juices running down his knuckles and the defined tendons of his hands. “Fuck, messy lil ting.” His thumb rubbed your clit with vigor. You couldn't stand it. You were losing your mind.

“Please, please, please,” you babbled. “‘m gonna cum.” Your hand raced up and down the length of his cock. “You’re gonna cum with me, yeah?” You play with his tip, stroke just the head, and his cock twitches. He’s close too, you can tell.

Hobie chuckled breathlessly. “Cumming together…’ow romantic.” The baritone of his voice makes the feeling within you build. His voice, his hands, his beauty. You kissed him, suckled on his tongue before licking it. It was filthy, disgusting really and you both loved it more than either of you cared to admit.

Your body rolled with the beginnings of your climax, your pussy quivering around his lengthy digits. “Cum for me, cum for me, please.” You wanted it, needed it. Skin against skin, flesh for flesh, two pretty bodies finding the height of pleasure at the same time, together. Punk camaraderie.

Cumming at the same time was quite the intimate experience, something you’d never thought you’d share with the likes of Hobie Brown. But here he was, cumming ribbons against your chest and belly while the rest oozes down your knuckles. You're dripping down his knuckles too, only fair, just as good.

You’re seeing double, he’s seeing stars, you’re both delirious and in need of the other. Sloppy kisses and breezing sighs of relief. Wet fingers slip out of you and hold your waist while he tongues at your mouth.

Your mind felt hazy, you leaned into Hobie and let him embrace you when any other day you would have died before you let him touch you so softly. You’ve shoved each other, pinched, poked, even bit, but never embraced.

“Thank you for protecting me.” You whisper, sheepishly so. You roll off of him and onto his bed. He leaned over and laid down with you, an arm wrapped around you, his hips between your legs. “Couldn' have ya beaten or arrested now. Wha’ would tha’ make me?”

“A proper asshole.”

“A proper asshole.” He echoed. “Lemme get something to clean ya up wit’ then ya can call ya mates.” He turned your head and kissed you once again, tenderly, quickly before getting up and grabbing his underwear or was that yours? He put them on and opened a sliding door to a small bathroom.

Hobie came back, wiping his hand with a wet cloth. He used it to wipe his cum from your chest. He let you clean between your own legs, not wanting to overstep his already overstayed welcome.

“Hobie–” You began while he settled back into bed. You stood up to get whatever underwear was left and put it on. “If we’re doing…this. Let’s keep it between us. You know our mates will lose it.”

He shrugged. “Fine by me. Like ma relationships private anyway.”

“Not a relationship, dickhead.”

“Yeah yeah, whateva.” He sat up and grabbed your hand, pulling you back onto his bed with him. You land right in his hold, your flesh against his, your lips against his as well. You could do this forever.

“Stay the nigh’.” Hobie’s hand brushed your cheek. His gaze was persuasive and you were in no position to decline. You sighed, rolled away from him only to be rolled back.

“I still hate you.”

“‘m sure ya do, love. Sure ya do.”

#hobie smut #hobie x reader #hobie brown #hobie x black!reader #hobie x ftm!reader #hobie x trans!reader #hobie brown my love #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x black!reader #hobie brown x ftm!reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown smut

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Leon, crashing their place for the night : I’m really drunk, by the way. I’m sorry.

Y/N, placed the cup of water on the table : Oh, how drunk?

Leon, laying on the couch : I don’t know—

Leon, sluggishly looks at them : —do I still have pupils?

Y/N, chuckles : Yeah, they’re huge…

Leon, with a dopey smile : Oh well…

Leon : They get like that when I see you anyway. ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

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tiredofthehumanlife · 21 days

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Not to be a bitch or anything but I feel like the marauders fandom is losing their flavor and sense of whimsy

Like maybe it's bc it was a new sparkling thing for me to enjoy but I feel like before I had stumbled into a room with everyone sitting in a circle with their monster high dolls out and like sharing clothes and they were like "hey have you seen these two guys in the Harry Potter movies? Yeah well they kiss now wanna play with us?" And then I went and sat down with them and it was all gravy and there were so many new characters to relate to and put in different scenarios and it was so fun bc like everyone was just like little bottom dwelling queers with raccoons as their role models like "actually so I think Sirius is genderfluid what do we think?" And the crowd went wild

and now its like all white characters with no flavor and people are like "guys James Potter is a swiftie" and "Taylor Swift wrote all the young dudes" and "Sirius black is manly and I hate the way you twinked him it's so unrealistic" and "Jily is the only acceptable ship bc jegulus nor regulily wouldn't have happened" and it's just like when the annoying kid in your class goes "no I'm tired of you guys they're my friend now" and then sits next to you and pretends to be asking you genuine questions all while glancing over at their friends and its like we spent all this time playing with our monster high dolls and diy-ing their outfits and made our doll houses out of shoeboxes and these guys come in here and start stomping on all our toys and bringing in their two story barbie house

Basically it used to feel like playing with monster high dolls with all my cool monster high doll friends and now I feel like everyone is playing with Barbies and I miss our MOTHER FREAKING CARDBOARD DOLL HOUSE

Anyways going to get back to writing rosekiller smut

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solannn · 23 days

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ᥫ᭡ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

⤷ angst & fluff prompt & special 200 subs (for any of your fav characters)

SOFT ANGST ;

1. "please look at me"

2. "Is s/he really just a friend ?"

3. "I’m just disappointed."

4. "Don’t gave me Space, that’s the last thing i want with you."

5. "i know you still love me."

6. "I can’t think straight with you."

7. "Why are you so stubborn?"

8. "Don’t do this here."

9. "You never had a problem with It before.."

10. "Am i too late ?"

11. "You won’t understand."

12. "Do you ever mean the things you say ?"

13 "can i hug you, for the last time ?"

14. "I’m trying.. i really am."

15. "I’m scared."

16. "Can you kiss me ? One last time ? That’s all i ask."

17. "You deserve more."

18. "I swear i’ll do things different this time."

19. "They’re beautiful, i hope they makes you happy"

20. "I know i shouldn’t be here."

FLUFF ;

1. "You’re hair is so fluffy/soft"

2. "It’s too cold ! Come back !"

3. "No. I’m not letting you go. It’s too ealry to get out of bed"

4. "C’mere, you can sit on my lap until i’m done working"

5. "What ? Does that feel good ?"

6. "I think i’m inlove with you and i’m terrifiee."

7. "You know i’m here for you ?"

8. "You’re so cute when you’re half asleep"

9. "Your lips are so soft, i could them all day"

10. "You’re warm.."

11. "I think i might be falling in love with you."

12. "I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to suffer by yourself again, i promise."

13. "No— it’s alright, come here"

14. "If i could, i would kiss away all your scars."

15. "Shh, just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay ? None of it was really."

16. "No you can’t get up, you’re my prisoner !"

17. "I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arms and i didn’t want to wake you up."

18. "Just pretend to be my date."

19. "Look, i know we don’t know each others that well, but i’m still worried about you. No one deserve to be alone."

20. "I know i’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just another ten, please."

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transfemarmin · 11 months

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miles morales x black! amab! reader

being spiderman came with responsibilities; responsibilities that miles; a fifteen year old boy; sometimes took lightly, trying his hardest to still be a hero as well as living to what he thought was right; well.. he learned his lesson.. as his face was stained with the dried blood of his now deceased lover; his hands shaking as he stared down at their corpse.. he was frozen; a shaky breath coming out of his lips, a breath he didn’t even know was there.. “ no…” his voice was cracking; as his vision blurred; staring at the person he had grown to love over the years.. all the memories they shared over the years flying through his head. . .

01:

“ miles..” [name] groaned as the boy had asked them to try to do his hair; and by do it..he meant detangle it so he could wash it. “ yes?” he turned his head to look at his partner; a grin toying on his lips; his eyes had a look of love, a look that was quickly met with a look of annoyance; “ turn your damn head back around.. before i hit you in the back of the head so hard with this brush you see next year.” [name] threatened; which made miles shudder and turn back around; so the lover he had could properly detangle his hair; a kiss was laid on top of the product full head of hair he had; “ thank you, my love.”

….

[name]…

02:

“-coming!” [name] called out as they grabbed their uniform jacket and readjusted their tie before they ran out of the school; miles had asked them to come to his house.. something about an important matter that had to be discussed with them; they were running down the side of the sidewalk as they spoke to miles over the phone; “ you can’t just…TELL me over the phone..? It’s that important?” They slowed down a bit.. once they realized the bangs of their hair was up; both due to shrinkage and due to the air that was hitting them due to their fast pace.

“ yes! it’s extremely important so..get here!” and with that miles hung up; “ …i know that lil nigga did not just hang up in my face!” [name] yelled to themselves, a look of anger on his face as he stared down at his phone, grumbling to himself as he made his way to his friend’s house; he was quickly greeted with miles sitting on the sidewalk next to his house; chewing on his bottom lip; “ miles! yo..man whats good with you?” [name] spoke; a grin making its way to his face, the anger leaving as quickly as it came once he saw his friend. the guy sat down next to his friend on the sidewalk; “ hey man..I got a question..”

[name] nodded; “ i most likely got an answer..unless it’s about math.. im the english gay not the math one.” he put his hands up; the joke leaving his lips as a giggle was released almost instantly; “ but…I got you man.. c’mon tell me.” he spoke; playfully hitting his friend’s shoulder as he spoke.

“ …how did you know..you liked boys?”

“ …what?”

“…I think I like this boy.. but I don’t know how to know if I just admire him or actually like him.”

[name] raised an eyebrow and then playfully punched his friend; “ so your ass is crushin’ on someone.. and didn’t tell me..? wow.” a playful eye roll was expected but then their expression changed to one of sincerity.

“ i just..i kissed one..and compared it to how I felt with a girl.”

“ but..I never kissed a girl.”

“ you’ve been in love with one though.” [name] spoke softly; “ that girl from another dimension? ..the one with the confusing lore behind her being.”

“ dude..you understand five nights at freddy’s lore..but don’t get the spiderman one?” miles spoke; getting a bit more interested in this conversation than..to tell his best friend.. of nearly a decade he had a crush on him.

“ i…look.. im beating the black men love spiderman allegations! “ [name] spoke and threw his head back in a dramatic fashion.

“ but…we’re getting side tracked.. what is this guy like.how long you knew him?”

“ a long time man…nearly as long as I been aliv-“ almost instantly [name] cut him off

“ okay lil nigga who else you knew besides me that long that you been keeping me in the dark about?” [name] got closer to miles; their faces mere centimeters apart.. and they watched as miles began to start sweating; the slightly taller of the two could’ve sworn he heard miles mutter a ‘ you.’

“…what?”

“ i like you.”

god

w..what happened to you?

miles took a step closer to his long term boyfriend, his eyes searching over for any signs of life.. he couldn’t even see the other’s chest moving; placing his head on his chest.. his eyes widened when he heard how..quiet it was.

03:

“ why is your heart always beating so loud? that cannot be healthy.” miles shook his head as he laid his head down on his boyfriend’s chest; a blush made its way to the other’s face and they shook their head.

“ it’s cause I love you so much..you make me nervous.” they spoke softly, wrapping their arms around the frame of their partner. “ you make my hands sweaty and shit man.. I don’t know how I’m supposed to calm down when I got this gorgeous man in front of me.” [name] spoke; miles could feel the the sweat on his hands soaking through his shirt; and his eyebrows furrowed; “ jesus I didn’t know someone could sweat this much!” soon as he said that [name] snatched their hands back

“ no! baby I was joking! put them back- dude put them back!”

“ miles…” gwen started as she was in a hurry; the spot was still attacking miles’ dimension, his world was going to collapse if they didn’t stop the villain soon… but a gasp left her mouth when she saw [name].. their clothes torn and bloodied, their eyes wide with terror and mouth slightly gaped open; miles was sobbing over his boyfriend’s body; tears rushing down at a rapid pace.

…not you too.

04:

miles awkwardly cleared his throat as his looked over at his boyfriend, the two of them were at their local burger joint.. and while it was just a hang out spot for them on usual occasions.. this was their first date.

“ so..you come here often?” miles spoke; the awkward tone was dripping from his voice.. it was almost painful

“ yeah.. I do.. I come here all the time with my best friend, miles morales.” [name] said, then they released a laugh so light, it would’ve been considered more of a giggle.

“ ah..? miles morales.. what’s he like.. he tall? handsome even?” this was making the vibe less awkward; miles leaned over the table; a smirk on his face.

“ he’s very handsome..” [name] responded; looking at miles with nothing but love in their eyes. “ he’s the only one who supports the fact that I’m not always a boy.. he listens to me rant about my interests.. and I listen to him rant about his own.. I think.. I’m in love with him.” [name]’s face got hot at that last part.. miles’ did as well.

“ ..oh?” was miles’ only response.

“ …yeah.” yeah the awkward vibe was back, and miles was desperate to return it back to how it was; he placed a hand on top of [name]’s..

“ he’s in love with you too.”

don’t leave me.

miles knew [name] was already gone; but his ear was pressed against his chest anyway; his own heart pounding at the possibility of never hearing their laugh again.. not being able to listen to them rant about lore of things miles didn’t even know the first thing about..

“ [name]… if you don’t go.. I promise.. I’ll play all those dumb scary games with you..five night’s at Freddy’s.. sally face.. those dumb roblox scary games.. please.” his words oozing with pain, he felt gwen tugging on him. they had to go.. they needed to fight the spot.. the team needed them.. there was only so much they could do without the extra eyes.. the extra hands, the extra skills..

..why didn’t he save them in time..why didn’t they stay home? he told [name] the spot was dangerous and that the only people who could defeat him was him and the spider society.. he wasn’t a spider person.. [name] was a normal civilian trying to help the man they loved.

i can’t lose you..

05:

“ [name]! guess what.” miles said with a grin; as he stared at his lover; [name] rolled his eyes playfully “ what is it?”

“ i love you.” miles had a look of love.. contentment and happiness in his eyes as he said that; [name] gave a shy smile “ …i love you too, estúpido.” the last word made miles’ mouth dropped

“ what?!” he shouted; “ where did you learn that?”

“ your mom! “ [name] said with a grin; “ she didn’t call you stupid.. she was just doing that thing..moms do when they rant to themselves and forget people can hear them.” [name] shrugged as he stared at his boyfriend

“ i just wanted to try it out…” the other gave their boyfriend a soft flick to the forehead

“ you’re very smart.. smartest boy I ever met…after me when im feeling the man in me.” [name] said as they opened their legs in that moment, manspreading; turning to miles and grinned. his eyes showing nothing but happiness and love.

“ but..seriously man.. I love you too.. so fucking much.”

…please.

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xtransmasc-reader-scenariosx · 4 months

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hey hey!! I was wondering if I could request headcanons of Prince soma from black butler falling in love with reader (they/them pronouns pls :3) and how he would go about courting them pls and Thank u :D!

//Absolutely my dear!!! Pairing: Prince Soma/ (they/them) reader Warnings: mild conclusion jumping, mild intoxication.

One thing about Soma that you found endearing was that he never did, or asked Agni to do anything, in half measures. No, if he was going to do anything or ask anyone else to do something, it was going to be at a hundred percent effort or nothing at all. Which was exactly why his sudden absence was so jarring to you. After all, you were his "Favorite Person", and thus one of the people he did his best to spend all of his time with. Yet for going on almost a week you hadn't seen him, even in passing. You'd over heard conversations of course, Soma wasn't a quiet person, and hadn't been for as long as you'd known him. And what you heard didn't exactly help what you were feeling. "Ciel, you don't understand, there's just something about them!" You'd heard Soma nearly sobbing through the study door and decided you could wait to talk to both of them until that, whatever it was, had been taken care of. "Agni, I can't take it anymore." You'd paused mid step outside the library when you heard him start. if something was bothering him you wanted to know, partly because he was a dear friend, and partly because you are nosey by nature, "Every time i spend time with Y/N it's just like -" He breaks into a sound that is somewhere between a groan and a scream and it made you hurt a little. There was no way to construe that sound other than being one of distress.

You retreated into your thoughts gradually. Had you done something wrong? Was there a reason Soma wanted to end your friendship? Why hadn't he said something? You've been friends since childhood, there had to be a reason he didn't tell you about this. Agni would probably tell you if you asked, as long as Soma hadn't made him promise not to. Unless of course the end of your friendship with Soma also ended your relationship with Agni, in which case he would be pleasantly evasive and you would remain in the dark. Going to Ciel or Sebastian was out of the question. Ciel tolerated you only slightly more than Soma, and Sebastian wouldn't tell you just to hold it over you that he knew something you didn't. Or, at least that was the feeling he gave off. Which ultimately left laying low and hoping this would pass like all of Soma's other low moods. None of that of course explained the weird questions you got asked by Sebastian and Agni throughout the week. Preferred drink with a long meal? Rose wine or a dark tea depending on what's being served. Favorite dessert? Anything sweet as long as it comes with coffee. Favorite music for a gathering? Anything upbeat but quiet enough not to impede the conversation. Any specifications for new clothes? Light colored and easy to move in please.

And then more nothing, at least from Soma and Ciel. The Phantomhive Servants seemed to be rushing to get something together for something big happening within the next few days. Meanwhile Agni didn't seem keen to let you out of his sight, especially when you were around Soma. Acting almost like a chaperone whenever Soma would ask for your attention and would struggle through a short conversation with you before panicking and rushing off. It was awkward, but cute. It reminded you of when you were growing up and he would have a crush on someone, though you were relatively sure he was just trying to find a polite way to say he wants nothing to do with you. Which he could do without Agni, it's not like you would start a fight just because Soma has outgrown you. It was bound to happen eventually. Has to grow up and be a royal, and well, you've got your job as a court musician. Which begs the question of what the hell you are supposed to do when Soma inevitably fires you.

Come Sunday you're startled awake by the sound of someone in your room. You open your eyes slowly while reaching for the knife you keep under your pillow just in case; a gift from Soma ironically enough; and then relax at the sight of Agni. You should have been surprised as it had been two weeks since the last time he had done something like this, but instead you found yourself overwhelmed by the familiarity of it. He waits to start speaking until you've sat sup some, a silent way of letting him know that you're coherent. "I've laid out your clothes for the day, they are for a party this evening so try to keep them clean." He opened the curtains as he spoke and you followed the trail of light down the bed to the outfit laid at the foot of your bed. It was a suit made of light, nearly pastel blue fabric with the suit vest being a darker blue than the over coat and pants, but lighter than the shirt. The suit coat caught your attention the most. It was a slimmer fit, which was something you preferred, the waist was close cut and the tailcoat to it flared out in layers almost like a skirt. You adored it. "The party will begin shortly after tea time and will include dinner and dancing."

You nodded slowly, "Okay. But why am I invited? I am not a member of the house, and it sounds like you already have a band to play..." "Soma wants you there." Agni replied as though it was that simple, "Don't be late, please, after so much planning I think it would leave him upset." Weird, but you could do that, "I was under the impression he didn't want me around anymore, but I'll be there." Agni smiled slightly, the same pleasant but tense one that he used when mediating your and Soma's arguments growing up, "You'll probably have to ask him about that. Now on to today's breakfast and morning tea..."

With something to look forward to, that wasn't trying and failing to improve Ciel's skills with a violin, the day seemed to pass in a blur. Soon enough it was time for the party, which was really less of a party and more of gathering of nobles and some music. In total it was you, Soma, Lizzy, and Ciel. With Ciel and Lizzy dancing and you and Soma standing awkwardly a part from each other. He would try to start a conversation, only to stop and sigh, then take a drink from his glass of something that smelled much stronger than the rose wine from dinner. He'd shoot a desperate glance at Agni, who would only shake his head. You were so fucking confused. After he got two drinks into his system Soma finally asked you to dance. It was less a dance and more you guiding him around the room to the music while he tried to keep his feet under him. He seemed content and almost pliant, so the last thing you expected was conversation. "Are you happy?" His voice came out right above your ear, because even drunkenly slouched he was still taller than you. "Is this okay?" "You know I always enjoy dancing with you So." You were aiming for reassuring, but it fell flat even to you, "This is perfect." He hums, and you know more is coming, "But are you happy, with the way things are now?" "Soma, I'm not sure what you're asking me?" You're gentle as you come to a stop so he won't fall, "Are you asking me if I'm happy that you avoided me like a plague rat for a week? Because honestly between that and what you said I'm hurt and confused."

Under any other circumstances you would have found the owlish way he blinked at you comical, but right now you could have slapped the confused look right off his face. Violence could wait for now though, you wanted answers. "I...." He sighed out his frustration and tightened his grip on you just slightly, "I was trying to figure out a way to confront this.... the feeling I get when I am around you." You quirked an eyebrow tilting your head in a way that encouraged to him to continue, "So I tried asking Ciel, but well, you know how he is. Then I went to Sebastian, and well.... that didn't go as planned. So then I went to Agni and he said to talk to you, and I tried that and i... couldn't say what I wanted to. SO i thought I would throw a party, try and recreate the night we first met but no one really wanted to come on such sort notice." "So how do you feel then?" You succeed only barely in keeping the laugh out of your voice. "I haven't drank enough to answer that yet." He answered, "Can I show you instead?" "Sure. If that's easier for you." You figured there wasn't much he would risk doing negatively in such a public setting. You weren't expecting to be on the receiving end of a strongly whiskey flavored kiss. His nose bumped yours in his eagerness, but you didn't mind, pressing just a little closer. When Soma pulls away you smile softly. "I can live with that." You hum and he grins.

#Prince Soma x reader #Soma x reader #Black butler x reader #Kuroshitsuji x reader #prince soma x trans! reader #xtransmasc reader scenariosx #my writing #Black butler Imagines #kuroshitsuji imagines

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uhnomahlee · 2 years

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putting your body in harm’s way for them // aot headcanon

aot x black plus-size gnc reader

{mdni/f}

a/n: levi is trans. again cannot process the (y/n) format so i choose names to input. helps so much more :3 you can see the scenarios get shorter as i realize these aren’t full fics and i need to calm tf down. I would like to think this is proofread🧌,,,enjoy!

hange

it was the night the return of an expedition, the tavern livened with slurred singing and the smell of spilled alcohol

“another round for all my comrades and i!” hange announced to the bartender, raising their half-empty mug

the soldiers cheered on their commander, swaying along to the music playing

kayin helped hange sit down, taking a gulp of their own drink when they were sure hange was stable on the bench

“i don’t think they should be drinking anymore,” levi grumbled, narrowing their eyes at a couple of people who bumped into their back

wrapping their arm around hange’s torso, kayin gave a lopsided smile. “i’m gonna take care of them levi, don’t worry”

“you don’t need that shit either, actually,” was levi’s rebuttal. “that table over there is starting to look like they want to beat all our asses”

“the who?” hange turned around and raised a fist and shook it. “say it to my fa-”

without breaking eye contact with levi, kayin put a hand over hange’s mouth “the war’s over. i will tell them personally to unclench their assholes”

“i think it’s ‘cuz they aren’t used to seeing people like us together. what did you call it again?”

“gay”

“‘cuz we’re gay? yeah each and every one of us” hange slurred, raising a mug and nearly spilling its contents

“well-“ levi began.

hange narrowed their eye at them. “each and every one”

levi pinched the bridge of their nose. “and you’re talking entirely too loud. good lord”

after the next round of drinks were delivered to the table, the rambunctious couple took their place on the clear space in the middle of the bar boots stomping down on the wood as their bodies waltzed across the floor

the team harmonized a cheer, gleeful in their claps and single-syllable chants

the couple held their mugs in their right hands, left arms circling each other’s waists, holding on tight

laughter arose between the two when some of the beer spilled during their erratic movements

“if you’re not careful you’re going to drop that mug all over those weirdos glaring at us,” kayin warned hange, lips close to their ear

“if fate prefers it, then i shall let that happen,” hange responded, devilish

kayin gave a pointed look. “no. not tonight. we are not getting into anything”

“we never get into anything,” hange muttered, “they get into it with us! duh!”

kayin chuckled, shaking their head. “just finish your drink. i’m about to spin you”

hange smiled and then chugged down their drink, setting the cup down on a random table beside them

a hand grabbed hange’s before they could fully let go of the mug

“get your shit off of our table-”

kayin pried a single finger from the grip, not hesitating to break it

immediately the man’s hold loosened, scream of agony falling from his lips

“don’t ever think you can touch them like that,” kayin hissed, eyes darkening. they stepped in front of hange

multiple individuals rose from the table, coming forward

“one more step and i will fight until your blood vessels give out. all of you.”

there was a reason the couple had gotten into multiple fights and always came out unscathed

one thing about kayin—don’t put a finger on their partner

the group stepped back. they couldn’t deny they hadn’t heard about kayin’s encounters from town gossip

“before we get back to our wonderful night. does anyone have anything else they want to say?” kayin finished off their drink.

the men diverted their gaze

setting the mug gently on the table, kayin’s demeanor brightened, making the group flinch. “good!”

mikasa

atieno and mikasa were on their evening walk, hand intertwined with each other’s as they ambled down the trail

“…way better eyesight than you,” atieno commented, a teasing tone shadowing their voice

mikasa laughed. “when we visited that country last month you could not drive the rented car for the life of you.”

atieno furrowed their bushy brows, an incredulous look etched into their face. “that’s experience? take a look at the place where we grew up. technological advances mimicking those machines are just starting to crawl. you’re lucky we didn’t crash.”

“lucky…hmm” mikasa pondered, pursing their lips.

“would you have taken the wheel?” atieno’s opposite hand came to their right ear as they leaned towards their partner

mikasa emitted a ‘hmph’, piping down

“and hush falls over the crowd.” atieno straightened their towering stature, pleased at the lack of rebuttal. “we got from point a to point b unscathed and you dare question my abilities.” they shook their head in dismay, looking around the corner before leading mikasa into another path towards their apartment

“sasha and their partner had complaints too!”

atieno downturned their lips. “i didn’t hear anything about it.”

“because you turn into a big baby. like right now.” mikasa poked atieno’s cheek, feigning a pout

rebuttal locked and loaded, atieno put it on pause to halt their movements, making mikasa pull their hand away from their cheek

then they heard the scuffling from both alleys

mikasa got in a position ready to fight but atieno spoke

“no”

mikasa contorted their face, mildly offended. “who are you talking to?”

atieno continued walking until the two individuals rose from the darkness, guns aimed at the couple

“give us your jewelry and money, now”

mikasa’s hand tightened around atieno’s, signaling for them not to try anything

there had been attempts at robbing the couple before but those instances were hand to hand scenarios

guns weren’t exactly new but mikasa didn’t expect to see two pointing their way by the end of date night

the occasion being one of the thieves first encounters, a trembling finger over the trigger prematurely fired a bullet in mikasa’s direction

mikasa felt theirself stumble back slightly, atieno’s body coming into the view before they could process how to defend them

atieno raised a hand, maneuvering an object in their hand

the bullet crashed against a metal fan, falling to the cobble sidewalk

folding it swiftly, atieno launched theirself at the first attacker, peripheral waiting for any movement from the other robber

fear racking their body, the same person shot again

atieno unfolded the fan in front of their face blocking the bullet before swiping the device at the gun, its sharp blade cutting through the barrel of the weapon

the man’s face contorted in horror before atieno sent him down the sidewalk with a kick to the chest

“wait!” the other robber surrendered, arms up

atieno froze, the blade of their fan near the attacker’s wrist

they dropped the gun, atieno snatching the weapon mid-fall and tucking it away

hands rid of the fans, atieno formed a fist, connecting it with the person’s jaw, knocking them unconscious

atieno turned back to mikasa, smoothing out their coat as they returned to their partner

“marry me?” mikasa saw atieno with a ethereal glow around their body as the heat flourished in their lower abdomen.

“why do you say that after you see me beat someone’s ass?”

“...why not?”

sasha

“this is way different than my hometown, kagiso.” sasha followed close behind, astonished at the thickness of vegetation in this area of the island

kagiso steered the horse along an unnoticeable trail, familiarity acting as their guide. “i guess it just reminded me of here then.” they brought their horse to a stop, sasha doing the same

“we’re on foot from here”

kagiso hurried off their horse to help sasha down from theirs

face reddening, sasha put their hands over kagiso’s while they lifted them and then set sasha on the ground

“i can definitely get off a horse by myself,” sasha chided, knowing deep down they loved being carried by them

“hush. i know you like being carried”

visiting kagiso’s hometown, they offered to show sasha the terrain on a small hike

they traveled outside the clan’s barricade deep into the forest, where kagiso insisted the landscape was challenging enough for the hike

“just stay close. can’t tell you how many times my friends and i used to have our asses handed to us by this shit,” kagiso said, not even looking where they were going as they went along an unmarked oath

sasha watched with an incredulous look on their face. “is this not regular dirt? what am i missing?”

“oh it’s regular. this particular part of the island just likes to have random dips and cracks that won’t hesitate to tear a ligament, easily.”

“ah, great.” sasha hesitated to ask about the evolution of animals

half an hour in the trek, sasha had toughed out the obstacles, grunting as they climbed up a rocky incline

“you good?” kagiso called out from behind sasha, guarding any potential falls that could occur

“you lookin at my ass?”

“always.”

sasha finished their climb, letting out a breath. turning around, they faced kagiso and raised their arms in victory

“you might not want to-”

sasha began hopping up and down in glee, breathing heavily. “you owe me a fuckload of-”

their body fell backwards, arms frantically reaching out for something to magically appear and save them from the fall off the ledge

kagiso’s hands appeared, pulling sasha up so hard they stumbled backwards back down the hill

sasha prepared theirself for the shocks of pain but as their bodies suddenly came to a stop, they eyes shot open to look at their partner

“oh lord, those rocks really fucked me over”

kagiso’s bloodied face came into view, kickstarting sasha’s heartbeat

sasha tackled kagiso, enveloping them into a hug until they groaned in pain

“you can thank me all you want after we stop the bleedin’” they gave a dazed crooked smile, bloodied teeth on display

“oh my-yeah, let’s go.”

ymir

hand gripping their titan’s hair, itai looked behind them at the abnormal hopping from tree to tree speeding after them

“what the fuck is up with it?” itai hissed

ymir grunted in a questioning tone, swinging from a branch and flying through the air, planting their feet on another before speeding through foliage to evade the abnormal

the two soldiers had gotten separated from the rest of the squad, the accumulation of titans on the team creating panic and sending them off in different directions

ymir was already worried with itai’s ‘i will never die’ attitude during training, staying close to them since the beginning of the expedition, knowing a situation just like this would arise

“it’s fast. we’re gonna need to kill it soon,” itai replied. “i’ll look for an opening”

ymir wished that they could speak, because if they could, they would have denied the motion immediately and cussed itai out

instead they let out a growl, moving quicker through the trees

“the minute we stop for any reason that fucker is gonna be launching itself at us. and knowing you i would rather not be caught between that fight nor have you be at risk of getting injured so damn far in the forest.” they adjusted their hold on ymir’s hair. “i am not carrying your ass.”

itai squinted their eyes at the path in front of them, planning a strategy

“okay…” they blew out a breath, rolling back their shoulders. “don’t be mad at me.”

itai directed their hooks downward, pulling theirself towards the forest floor, watching the abnormal redirect their movement towards them

just before they hit the ground itai launched the hooks into the trunk of a tree, missing the mouth of the titan chomping down

using the moment of instability, itai sunk the device in the titan’s flesh, bringing theirself directly towards the creature

itai sliced through the titan’s right limbs, dodging its last attempt to attack, running up onto its body and dismantling its nape

ymir landed in front of itai, making their way toward them full speed

“oh fuck”

itai was snatched up and taken back into the trees

“i said don’t be mad! whoa!” itai tried to balance theirself as they were set on a branch. “instead of stopping to cuss me out, we should be trying to rendezvous with the team”

ymir perched their titan on the surface, then rose from the steaming flesh of the nape

“you fucking idiot.” their jaw was clenched, brows knitted together. “i swear when we get back-”

“i’ll get a kiss?” itai proposed with a timid smile

ymir narrowed their eyes. “not before i choke you out”

“dunno. sounds like a win-win to me”

levi

“i’m thinking of going camping outside the perimeter soon,” desta murmured, flipping through their journal as their partner laid their head in their lap

levi’s eye opened immediately, brow quirking

desta moved their journal, the burning gaze through the back catching their attention. “yes?”

“outside the perimeter? des, there are plenty of closer, safer locations to camp at,” levi proposed

desta sighed already prepared for their argument.

the first thing levi would always do when desta announced a lone adventure into the wild was to first, offer a location they could definitely follow them too and if that “failed”…

“we could also just…” the second option was to insert theirself, completely subtle or not

“levi, you don’t have to pop a vessel worrying about me. that’s my home. the environment i was born into. my first fights were with wild animals”

“i don’t give a fuck if they had raised you,” levi spoke back. “it’s entirely too dangerous”

“if i just let you come can we not have this conversation?” desta gave in.

levi frowned. “let me? there would be no trip without me.”

“please levi, i’ve snuck so many trips under your nose,” desta scoffed, then cleared their throat as their skin warmed.

“you what?”

“i wha-? you know what? i have been holding my pee in for so long. lemme go take care of that.”

the night of the trip desta couldn’t contain their excitement to travel outside the perimeter

this opposed levi’s rigidness, gaze focused on their partner as they set up the contraption in the trees, hand gripping straps of desta’s climbing gear

“don’t look at me like that. this is much safer than the ground.” desta grunted, as they tightened the rope around the trunk of a tree, sweat dripping down their face and body

“who the fuck camps in trees?” levi mumbled.

“when the hunters from our clan went out for hunts, this is how they slept.”

“i know. that question didn’t need an actual answer”

“i know. i just like getting on your nerves.” desta stuck their tongue out and then attempted to jump into the safety net set up

“oop” desta hung in levi’s grip, their gaze dark

“don’t ever try that again.”

the ladder levi had set up to reach the tent was right there

when the couple entered the tent, desta tossed aside their clothes, letting the breeze caress their dark brown skin

levi stared without a peep, a blush creeping across their cheeks

“the air is so good up here” desta clapped their hands, getting on their hands and knees beside levi

“you still have your clothes on?”

“i think i’d prefer it.”

in the middle of the night, desta felt the warmth emanating from their partner disappear pulling them from their own slumber in an instant

“levi?” desta rubbed their eyes, squinting at levi’s outline at the entryway of the tent

they looked back at desta, hearing their name and that's when they saw the look in levi’s eye

“wait, levi-”

levi dashed out of the tent, running down the ladder

desta wouldn’t dare let theirself be with levi if they couldn’t handle their partner’s episodes

they were on levi’s heel, running after them with their body in the nude. they hissed at the wood digging into their feet and small splinter, trying to ignore the pain as they reached out to grab levi before they could take one bad step

however, the step was indeed taken

levi’s foot slipped off the side of the branch, the left side of their body hitting the bark, bringing them to their senses

grunting, desta caught levi’s hand, gaze focused on the top of their head and not the forest floor so far from where levi was hanging from. they pulled them up into the branch, panting heavily

“…i should start training with no clothes on.”

“des-”

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bezierballad · 2 months

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The people who misgender Grell and call her a "he" are women who both simped for her and thought she was a man for years, and just still refuse to admit their homo/bisexuality.

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #grell sutcliff #grell my transgender queen #grell is a woman #transgender #I'm srs right now #If you look up any Grell x Reader on either Wattpad or Quotev #Or any Black Butler reader insert fic on either Wattpad or Quotev #Chances are: A. Reader is female #and B. Grell is constantly misgendered and referred to as “he”#Why can't we have one where reader is FtM trans?#Then they can be T4T

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ang3lik · 11 months

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nsfw warning under the cut.

warnings. body worship

thinking about absolutely worshipping tom’s cock…

he’s sat in his office chair, you kneeled on a pillow under his desk, sat comfortably between his knees. you’ve pulled his cock out of his sweats, his length half hard as you thumbed at his tip, a string of precum connecting as you pulled away.

you start to gently press kisses on the underside of his cock. little pecks before darting out your tongue to lick and blow. his cock jumping at the feeling of the warm then cold contact. he lets out small groans as he feels your tongue trace the veins protruding.

you lean up slightly taking him completely down your throat, your nose grazing his pubes as you hold yourself down. his hips start to jump as your eyes water, pulling away as your gulp in air.

your wet lips kiss his tip as your let the spit that gathered, dribble down, your hand stroking him slowly, using your spit as lube. you lean back down, your tongue following as you lick around the base.

flattening your tongue, you start to lick at his sack, his balls resting on your tongue as they pulsate. cum starts to drip from his tip slowly catching on your cheeks and around your mouth, your hand milking him before taking him down your throat again.

you hold yourself down again, this time hearing his overstimulated whimpers. maybe you told him he couldn’t touch you, to keep his hands on top of his desk. you lift off again, going further down.

kissing and licking at his taint and pulling away to spit and dribble all over him. you repeat your actions for over an hour. his cum spent all over himself, his stomach and hips, and all over your lips, cheeks, hands and chest, mixed in with your spit.

his eyes closed in ecstasy as his thighs shook slightly. he pulls you up from underneath his desk, giving you a small kiss, tasting himself before taking some tissues from his desk and cleaning himself up.

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punkeropercyjackson · 2 months

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"Hobie would be so embarrased to do cutesy things or be close to someone who does!"Oh my fucking god,shut UP-Not only does he walk around in lipstick and a crop top but he's also SpiderPUNK,not SpiderMAN.There is ZERO masculinity insecurity in him and punk isn't edgy for the sake of edge,it's about nonconformity and being yourself and standing up for people who don't fit in as much as it is direct action because you can't be anti-corruption and fight for equality by shaming people for being different from you in ways that aren't bad,that's dumb asf and misses the point!!If Gwen wants to do pastel transfemme things with him or Miles wants him to join in on sillykid activities or Pavitr has to ask him to give girl advice on Gayatri to the point it leads to him sneaking off on their date to help or Margo gets him a game emulator so he can play Animal Crossing and dressup games and dating sims with her or Peni needs him to take extra care of her post-canon event by making her feel like she did before with things like cooking her japanese sweets and giving her a lot of physical affection,then YOU BET YOUR ASS HE'S GOING TO AND LOVE EVERY SECOND OF IT BECAUSE HE LOVES THEM!!!!! Mans deadass canonically turns pink when he's happy,how tf do you get 'dosen't like cute things' from that?????Hobie's got too much street cred to give two shits about 'proving' to randos he's an actual punk,stop making him a normie because the only punk you know is that nigga from the Avril song💀

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im-in-a-love-cult · 2 months

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Okay so i wouldve posted this replying to the ask but I'm a stupid fucking bitch and accidentally posted the draft so 😭 now i feel bad cuz anon won't get the notification :(

BARTY CROUCH JR X TRANS MALE READER HEADCANONS (less headcanons more braindump)

He'd noticed you've been off for a while

Especially after you went home for the holidays

You'd made little changes to your appearance, like wearing school pants instead of a skirt, keeping your hair as short as it can be while still looking 'feminine'

I think he already was like 'if theyre completely cis my life is a lie'

Currently, you two were sat on his bed, him tracing tiny little circles on your inner thigh

You had a little troubled look on your face

'Talk to me,' he whispered 'you look upset'

'My parents...i told them something and they weren't very nice about it'

That confused him

'Barty, I'm transgender. I'm a boy.' You blurted out

He looks at you for a few seconds

'I'll fucking kill them. What, their son wants to be their son and everything goes balls up? Fuckin wankers. Are you okay, darling?'

To be honest, you werent expecting that. You knew he'd be supportive, but you expected him to think about it a little longer

You get really teary eyed, burying your face in his shoulder

'Hey, none of that. Don't wanna see my boy cry, hm?'

It's not even like he's overstating it, he used to say stuff like 'how's my girl?' anyway

He rocks you gently

It'll all be okay.

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saturncodedstarlette · 11 months

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Leon : Babe, I’m ordering food, you want anything?

Y/N, absentmindedly : Nah, I’m good…

Leon : 🤨

Leon : Okay…

Leon, opening the food package : Finally, I’m starving…

Y/N, appeared out of nowhere : Ohh, that looks good. Can I have some? 🥺

Leon, holding his food in defensive mode : It’s incredibly annoying when you do this.

Y/N : (;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡

Leon, pulls out another package : Luckily it’s also incredibly predictable. 。(*˘︶˘*).｡*♡

#Resident Evil #resident evil x reader #Resident Evil incorrect quotes #Resident Evil Leon #Leon S. Kennedy #Leon Kennedy #Leon Kennedy x male reader #Leon Kennedy x fem reader #Leon Kennedy x gn reader #leon kennedy x trans reader #Leon Kennedy x black reader #Leon Kennedy x reader #leon s. kennedy x reader #Original : Dinosandcomics #Leon Kennedy x reader fluff #💙pretty baby blues💙#Kaomojis credit : asukaluvrs

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tiredofthehumanlife · 2 months

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Realizations

Barbie dolls: Jegulus x gn!reader

Summary: you and James are dating and then Sirius introduces regulus and now you both are crushing

Warnings: James gets called a whore not during sex, James wears crop tops?, Regulus kinda makes James feel bad about his shirt, trans Reggie? Is that a warning?, regulus is strange for sure, mentions of sex and arousal but like its ovulation week so what were you expecting, idk James wears bell bottoms, ITS NOT THAT CRAZY GUYS

Word count: 2.8k-ish

You loved Sirius. He was hilarious, one of the most caring and stylish people you’ve ever met. So when Sirius told you all he was going to properly introduce everyone to his little brother, Regulus, you were excited. When Sirius pulled the boy into the room with all your friends you started to understand why Sirius seemed hesitant at first. First, his brother was a bit of a bitch. Second, fuck he was hot.

You loved James. So much. He was an amazing boyfriend, an amazing person. James was your best friend who you also happened to love fucking. Not the point, point is you felt incredibly guilty finding Regulus attractive. Not only was he Sirius’ little brother, you were sitting in the same room as your boyfriend. You looked to James, you wanted to see his reaction to Regulus calling you all “a bunch of stupid dickheads.” When you looked to him, he was already looking at you. James was sporting your same blush. He mouthed wow before looking back to Sirius. Sirius was telling Regulus to be more friendly. Regulus told Sirius to shove it up his ass. At the mention of Sirius’ ass, Remus was suddenly stuttering over his words. Peter glared at Remus.

“Merlin, try to pull yourself together moony.” Peter muttered. It was funny and you would’ve laughed if you weren’t trying your hardest to not check out your friend’s younger brother in front of your spectacular boyfriend. James had stayed entirely silent this whole time. You stared at him. His eyes were wide, his cheeks were flushed, his lips were tightly pressed together. You knew the look. You’d seen it before, when James met you the first time.

You met Lovely Lily and Ravishing Remus first. You all had a study group together. Though the studying slowly started to decline as you three started gossiping more and more. They started to talk about their ever growing friend group more and more. They decided keeping you to themselves was just plain unfair, so they introduced you to their other friends. Sirius seemed a little mean, glaring at you the whole time Remus and Lily shared your name. The second you complimented his leather jacket, Sirius was beaming. Peter seemed to be ignoring you, fully focused in his homework. The next time you met him, he had no work in front of him. You warmed up to Peter quickly after that. You had first avoided James’ eyes because he seemed to be intimidating. He was just sat there on the ground staring up at you and you thought he was amping up to insult you. When you finally looked at him you realized you have just met a man with absolutely nothing behind his eyes. His jaw was slack and he was just staring up at you. Lily reached out and gently closed James’ jaw for him. He finally sat up straight, greeting you with a large smile. You nodded awkwardly. James pressed his lips together, trying to stop himself from saying something to stupid. His eyes were bugged out and his ears were turning red. Now James was giving Regulus the same look.

You honestly weren’t upset he was into Regulus, because you were too. Clearly, you needed to have a private conversion with James about this later. You did. You both liked him, and now you had to figure out how to handle this. Do you both flirt with your friend’s brother? Do you pretend like nothing is going on? You really didn’t want to scare poor Regulus away. You both knew how hard it must’ve been for him to meet his brother’s friends. It would just be so strange and uncomfortable if half your older brother’s friends started flirting with you the day after you met them. So, you both decided you’d give him time to get comfortable with all of you before either of you said anything to Regulus.

Months later Regulus was like he’d been with you all since day one. He jokingly made fun of everyone, making his own inside jokes with you all, and he’d join in on pranks and plans. Sirius was quite happy he got time to make his bond with Regulus stronger. Remus got another person who loved to gossip. Peter got a friend who loved history as much as he did. Lily got someone to share her younger sibling trauma with. You and James got a lovely friend who was so funny and mean to you both. He hated you guys. You both loved it. You’d throw insults back and forth all the while a grin plastered on your face. Next to you both James would be sat there with his lovesick eyes and soft smile. His eyes bouncing between you both as Regulus threatened to torture you horrifically, only for you to continue flirting with him. James would be grinning brightly, so happy he got to watch the two hottest people in Hogwarts try to kill each other.

When you and James caught a glimpse of Regulus sitting across the Library while on your study date, you turned to each other. You shared a knowing look, closing your books and making your way over to him without a word. The second you slipped into the seat in front of Regulus, he sighed deeply.

“And I thought my day was going well.” Regulus muttered, keeping his eyes on the journal he was scribbling in. James stood next to you, already smiling.

‘Awe come on Reggie, you love us.” You countered, resting your head on your palm. Regulus glanced up at you. Regulus bit onto the end of his fountain pen as he looked over you and James. You dropped your gaze to his lips. The pen pushing down on his bottom lip making it look extra kissable. Your eyes trailed down the pen, seeing his initials engraved with silver.

Sirius gave it to him after he came out. You remember because Sirius came to you with zero context just blurting out ‘how does one love a trans man?’ After a long few minutes of you staring blankly at Sirius, he explained the situation further. You had seen Regulus sitting in various odd positions and places, writing away. You noticed how he had to balance an ink pot in one hand and write with the other, so all you could come up with as a coming out gift was a pen. Although Sirius told you it made Regulus cry and you’ve never seen Regulus without it. You’re glad Sirius got all the credit.

Your gaze followed down to his hand gently holding onto the pen. His rings were always attractive, it wasn’t just you. James thought so too. Regulus kept rubbing his finger over the small ring of silver near the tip of his pen. You shouldn’t have found it hot. It was though. James rested his hand on your shoulder, gently squeezing it to say ‘i know right?’ You met Regulus’ eyes again to see him looking you up and down. His eyes flickered over to gazing over James’ body. James had found the magic of crop tops a few weeks back and now any chance he got his was showing off his happy trail in a shirt with some phrase like ‘I love milfs’ or ‘eat your girl out or I will’. You loved them, you didn’t love all the detentions he got from getting dress coded. You felt it was a fair trade. Regulus’ eyes snagged on his happy trail. Regulus poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. He suddenly sat up straight and schooled his features, meeting your eyes again. You gave him a knowing smile.

“If you consider wanting to partake in homicide love, then yes. I do.” You smiled at him letting out an awe. You shared a look with James. You reached out, hooking your finger in the belt loop of his bell bottomed pants. You tugged James closer and winked up at him.

“You hear that, Jamie? He loves us. We love you too Reggie.” Regulus rolled his eyes. He turned back to his journal. You leaned over the table, peeking at his writing. Regulus slammed his journal shut. He slowly slid it across the table, hiding it in his lap.

“What are you writing?” You tapped Regulus’ hand on the table. He didn’t move his hand away, nor did he wipe it.

“Is it dirty?” James added in. You both turned to him, giving him a confused look. James look between your faces. He pressed his lips together.

“I’d call you a whore-“ Regulus started.

“Oh please do.” You smirked. Regulus ignored you continuing with his sentence.

“But I think you’d like it too much. Potter have you ever heard of a shirt? You put your arms through it? Covers your torso? Not ringing a bell, or did you leave your brain at home?” James looked down at his shirt, frowning at it. He pulled at the hem.

“What’s wrong with my shirt?” He sounded like a kicked puppy. You quickly reached out, rubbing his thigh.

“Nothing baby it’s so cute.”

“You mean aside from it breaking half of dress code?” Regulus said, talking over you.

“Do you not like my tummy, Reg?” You grimaced turning to James.

“Don’t say tummy.” You and Regulus said, in sync. You glanced over to him. You shared an understanding look before smiling softly at James. His shoulders had slumped a little since the start of the conversation. You stood up. You rubbed your hand up and down James’ arm, kissing his cheek.

“See you later, Regulus.” You whispered, gently tugging your boyfriend away.

“I hope not.”

You and James carried on like usual, following your usual routines and date nights. Only difference was Regulus seemed to appear more and more. You never asked him to join you guys or tell him to meet you, he just kind of showed up. You and James had planned date nights on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Weekends were anybody’s game or makeup time for a missed date but Tuesdays and Thursdays were pretty regular for you two. Date nights meant anything from passing out on the floor of the common room to breaking more rules than you liked to. Though it didn’t seem to matter what you two were doing because Regulus appeared near you. If you were sitting by the Black Lake just to relax in each other’s presence you’d catch a glimpse of Regulus’ hair across the lake. You’d both stand up to wave to him, if he did notice he never waved back. If you were lying in the courtyard napping in the sun, you’d roll over to see Regulus under a tree not far from you. You’d drag James up and lay back down next to Regulus. If you were having a study date in the Library you’d see Regulus walk past with a tall stack of books. You’d pull James up by his arm, following after Regulus. You’d all share the same table with Regulus pretending he didn’t notice either of you. No matter what he was somewhere near you and James. So you’d include him, obviously. It’d be awkward if you didn’t. You started to think that maybe this wasn’t all coincidence when you saw Regulus showed up in the Gryffindor commonroom, hunched over his journal like usual. His shoes were placed on the floor next to the end of the couch. Regulus was sitting to the side his back pressed to the armrest with his knees pulled to his chest.

“Hey Reg, what are you doing here?” You asked. James scoffed behind you. You glanced at him and grimaced, realizing it sounded kinda mean. Regulus looked up from his book, biting the top of his pen again. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Well fuck you too then.” He muttered. You rolled your eyes, sitting down next to him. Regulus tucked his socked feet under your thigh. You knew he ran cold, you were actually secretly making him a sweater for his birthday. You wouldn’t dare tell him that though because A: it would ruin the surprise and B: he’d get all ‘no you shouldn’t have. I don’t deserve this’. He’s all traumatized like that, so you kept it quiet. Only person who knew was James. James laid down on the couch, dangling his legs over the armrest and throwing his head in your lap.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Regulus. You know I love your company. I was just confused because I don’t think you know the password.” You stared at Regulus, hoping he’d show you somehow that he wasn’t truly hurt by it. Regulus stared at you with his blue eyes. Both of the Black brothers had blue eyes. Sirius’ were a light piercing blue that, upon your first interaction, you thought were freaky. He seemed to peer directly into your soul, seeing everything you were and loving you anyways. Maybe that’s why Remus liked his eyes so much. Regulus’ were a deep blue. When he finally made eye contact with you, you felt like you were getting sucked into the depths of the ocean. His eyes were all consuming. They covered you in him, all you think about when looking into Regulus’ eyes was Regulus. If Sirius’ eyes looked into your soul, Regulus’ showed you his soul. Regulus looked back to his page, making you miss his stare.

“What you guys doing here anyways?” Regulus muttered like it wasn’t your boyfriend’s common room. You slipped your hand behind Regulus’ knee massaging the back of his calf. Regulus didn’t react at all, continuing to scribble away. James tilted his head back, staring at Regulus upside down.

“Date night.” James explained, laying back down. Regulus winced, he looked to you to verify. You nodded.

“Oh wow James you sure are romantic, taking your partner all the way to your common room.” Regulus said. You smiled at him. You patted James’ chest, reminding him he could take you to a landfill and you’d still love him. James sat up.

“Hey we were going to go take a nap. That’s very romantic.” James said. He pointed at Regulus like a scolding mother. You gently pushed James’ finger down. You pecked his cheek.

“Yes you are so romantic James, no need to fist fight Reg.” James glared at Regulus as he laid back down in your lap. You rubbed Regulus’ calf up and down before returning to massaging it. You sat in silence for a few moments. Regulus continued writing away, while James started fiddling with your hand on his chest. You switched calf’s every few minutes, not wanting them to get uneven amounts of attention. You dropped your head back against the couch, closing your eyes. You heard Regulus move next to you. He gently traced the silhouette of your nose. You opened your eyes and stared at him without moving your head. You didn’t want to scare Regulus taking his hands away. Regulus dragged his finger down to your lips. His jaw went slack as he felt your lips against his fingertips. You held your breath as you felt a wave of arousal travel down your spine. His fingers dipped past your chin. Regulus traced down your throat, stopping at your collarbones. He fiddled with your necklace. Regulus moved the little J charm between his fingers. Regulus pulled his eyes away from your necklace to your eyes. You let out a small breath.

“You both ought to go take that nap now. I doubt you want to be spending your date night sat next to your friend’s little brother.” James sat up. His eyes snagged on Regulus’ fingers playing with your necklace. James looked up to you and gave you a smile. You both looked back to Regulus.

“Regulus, baby.” He gave you a confused look. He glanced between you and James. James sucked in a breath.

“We already spend most of our dates with you, so it wouldn’t really be much of a change.” James explained. Regulus removed his hand from you, closing his journal. Regulus stared at his lap for a few minutes, before looking up.

“I do not understand.” You gave him a small smile. You reached out and pushed his hair away from his face. You cupped Regulus’ cheek and rubbed your thumb against his skin. You leaned forward. Regulus fluttered his eyes shut, tilting his face up towards you. You gently kissed his cheek, teetering close to the corner of his lips. You pulled back. Regulus stared at you as you stood up. James quickly pecked Regulus’ other cheek before bounding up the stairs after you.

Regulus was starting to realize certain things about himself.

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