#Spider-punk smut

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Cw: sex, smut, afab!switch!reader x Hobie Brown, vaginal penetration, pierced dick Hobie supremacy,riding, degradation, spanking, slapping, choking, hair pulling, teasing, porn without plot, almost immediate smut, I'm horrible writing Hobie's accent

Notes: inspired by a dream I had last night

It had been a really rough day, when you got to your shared flat, you simply collapsed on the couch like your muscles were jelly, didn't even have enough energy to reach for your pocket to look at your phone. After you regain enough energy, you go to bed and clumsily take off your clothes, leaving only a t-shirt and underwear, you rest comfortably, after a few minutes you slightly lift your head from the pillow to see Hobie getting out of the shower, rummaging through his clothes to find sweatpants to sleep on, when he bend over, you can see the curve of his lower back and the towel scarcely covering up his body. God, he was hot, you bite your lip and stare shamelessly.

"See sumthin' you like?" He asks with a cocky smile

"You know the answer"

"Maybe I don't need to put clothes on after all" he teases, but he's really asking if you're up to

"Unfortunately you do, I'm way too tired to, y'know" you roll into the other side of the bed to make room for Hobie

"I can always do all the work, y' can starfish if ya want"

And that's how you ended up like this, gripping for dear life into the sheets and muffling your sounds on the tear and drooled stained pillow, you don't know how long it's been, but you know this must be at least your fourth denied orgasm, for the entirety of you session has ignored all your desperate pleas of "c'mon", "please", "lemme cum", and like he has done before, he grabs your hips roughly and keeps you in place to impede you from grinding into his cock and getting the little stimulus left so you can climax.

"mnghh, teasing asshole" you murmur, your voice shaky and airy as the only thing keeping you awake is your frustration from all the ruined orgasms your loving boyfriend has decided to provide tonight. He hears this, and grabs a fistful of your hair to lift your head, "what'chu saying there, luv?" He whispers in your ear, the pain and the vibration of his deep voice makes you clench around him, he pulls out of you, leaving only the tip inside and making you whine at the feeling of emptiness, you want to reply to him, but he has fucked you stupid, you can't connect your brain with your mouth enough to form coherent words, and only let out an irritated sound. "Yeah, that's what I thought", he lets your head fall into the pillow, and slam his cock roughly into your guts, spanking your ass and making you moan loudly, you're so pent up you're sure you could cum from the pain alone, but he makes sure to keep you on edge, pressing himself deep inside and then putting pressure on your lower abdomen, you feel everything, every vein, every ridge, and most importantly,you feel his prince Albert piercing in your most sensitive spots, he bites your shoulder continuing his brutal pace, and like every time before, he stops when you're close. You continue uttering the orchestra of pathetic little whimpers at his mean antics, but you're determined to cum and not take a second more of this pleasurable torture. With energy you didn't know you had, you flip him over and steady yourself on top him while he's too shocked (and intrigued on what you'd do) to move. You set an irregular pace with your hips, between your desperate and uncoordinated movements you find the position that gives you the most stimulation, and start riding him furiously, tears blurring your vision, he moans too. "You gon' cum for me?" He's still so arrogant even though he's under you.

"Oh, shut the fuck up" you put your hands around his neck and lightly squeeze, you feel his cock twitch inside you, the knot in your stomach starts to untie and this time no one stops it, you feel your orgasm leave your body shaking and convulsing in bliss, Hobie grabs onto your thighs to keep himself from cumming too, leaving crescent moon red marks on the skin with his chipped black painted nails.

You take a moment to recover from the mind blowing orgasm, collapsing on Hobies chest, his piercen nipples grazing yours and making you shiver at the cool metal. "You want to sleep now, sweetheart?" Hobie asks you, massaging the supple skin of your ass and thighs. You look at him like he said the most inappropriate words someone has heard in twenty years, you sit, straddling him again. "I asked for one thing 'cause I was tired and you just acted like a fucking brat for god knows how long, you don't pull that shit and get no consequences. You said you'd help me out, so now you stay there and let me use this cock until I'm bored" you grab his jaw and slap him across the face, he excitedly nods and you can see the fucked up expression in his face, he's probably enjoying this more than you do.

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

it’s late, and you’re over at HOBIE BROWN's. he spills the contents of his day to you, about his newest idea for a political performing arts piece and the brainstorming his band accomplished. “it’ll be huge.” he claims. a cool, ringed hand waving over and redirecting your focus from something else huge, making itself known from under the wrappings of hobie’s pants.

you are paying attention to him, you’re listening to his every word. that’s the problem. something is in the air when he gets like this, a gleam in his eye from whatever devious event he’s planning. undeniably magnetic, you cannot steel yourself from glancing between his eyes and the outline of his half-hard dick in his sweatpants. the rim of his mushroom tip defined even in the low light.

he trails off. he’s noticed your wandering gaze, and he can���t leave it alone. your expression shifts to a questioning one as he strides over to where you sit on the couch, and cups the back of your head with both hands, shoving your face in his crotch. your nose poking into his soft skin, his erection growing against your cheek. the swift motion makes you sigh with longing, and you claw at his pockets to press him closer. your sex loosens, dampening more so than it was already.

you don’t fight back, you embrace it, nuzzling into his boner, taking in the intoxicating scent of him. your center practically purrs with desire, his substantial member as long as your face is wide, you wish he’d tug his pants down and fuck your mouth already. you whine at the thought, and hobie strokes your hair affectionately, allowing you to do whatever you want in this moment. losing yourself in something as simple as rubbing your cheek and nose against him. mouthing him over the fabric out of desperation. your lips passing over the lip of his swollen tip and a low groan rumbles from the base of his throat.

“fuck, you make a dense bloke want some head.”

[vibingpyro]

PART TWO OF LOVER HEADCANNONS OF HOBIE?? :3

Part Two of Lover!Hobie Headcanons!

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

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

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

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

[autumn-hiraeth]

Hobie Brown being your boyfriend...

Hobie brown x reader

2nd part

just a few headcanons of our spider-punk <33

fluff, slight nsfw and angst?

Hobie loves to kiss you, no matter the place or who is around, he will take every opportunity to kiss you and devour your mouth.

"hey hun" he whispers while Miguel is explaining something important.

"mmmh.. " you look at him before you felt his soft lips on yours.

Hobie loves to hold your hand, he likes how his big hand wraps around yours, he also likes to wrap your waist with his hands or lean his head against your shoulder. Hobie only wants to feel you.

Hobie shows you off to everyone; with his friends from the gang and his friends from the spider society.

"Miles, my mate, you need to meet Y/n, she's so badass, coolest and most stylish girl of all the multiverse... you'll get along with her for sure, she has that charm"

"who's Y/n?"

"the love of his life, his better half.. Y/n is the girlfriend of my bro" Pav explains

" thought you hate labels"

" Y/n has that effect on him" Gwen whispers

Hobie follows you on all the missions 'cause he needs to take care of you. As long as he exists, no one can hurt you.

"Miss me luv?" your eyes widen in surprise to see your boyfriend swing next to you

"hobie, what are you doing here?"

"just taking care of my girl"

Hobie asks you to move into his canal boat, sadly that would not be possible, your universe needs his spider-woman, but sometimes hobie manages to convince you.

"Hobie my love, I can't stay" you whisper between kisses as your boyfriend slides his big hands under your shirt-it's actually his-

"shh luv, just lemme make ya feel better" he murmurs before sliding his hand under your panties .

In short, Hobie being your boyfriend is heavenly

'til the canon event happens.

[neo-nomatrix]

Hate the AM, Hate the PM, But love you

Hobie Brown x reader

word count: 969

find the mini series here

tags: @maxjesty @marshallowy @sh-tposter2021 @ilovebhna @ladyagagaslefttoe

synopsis: Hobie is still a slightly infuriating neighbor, but there’s something about that jacket and guitar that are all too familiar.

a/n: DRUNK CONFESSIONS!! Part two of this fic. I wasn’t going to write another part to it but i caved 😔

You stood him up. You fucking stood him up. Hobie spent the entire show looking out into the crowd, ignoring the blinding stage lights, to try and find you. But you were nowhere to be found. He asked so nicely too! Despite his nonchalant attitude it took him so long to build up the courage to ask you out. He had dinner reservations planned, which he has obviously never done, looked up places to get a Mr.Whippy and even found a small secluded area where he could play his guitar for you.

The worst part is how it made him feel. He genuinely liked you and it hurt him to think you didn’t feel the same when he thought you did. So what was his solution? Go out with his mates to a pub until 3 am to drink his feelings. Hobie was a bold drunk, bolder than he usually is. He’s also a sloppy drunk, tripping when he walks and slurring his speech like it’s all one word.

You’re peacefully sleeping in your bed with your spiderman eye mask cuddling with your Spider-Punk plushie. It’s not a random occurrence to hear Hobie stomping his boots late at night but it was different today. You heard his boot buckles dragging across the floor and a loud bang against your door. Not necessarily a knock, more of a body slumped against the wood.

“Love! You in there?!” You hear him yell.

You try your hardest to ignore him but as he keeps yelling and pounding against the wood you start to feel sorry for everyone else on your floor. You force yourself out of bed and towards the front door. As you reluctantly open it a drunken Hobie falls into your flat.

“Hobie get your arse up,” you roll your very tired eyes.

He surprisingly agrees and makes his way to your bed.

Great, you think

He tosses his guitar to your couch and gets into your bed like it’s his. Conveniently throwing the spider-punk plush off the bed. He cuddles up with your blanket and closes his eyes. You cannot let him fall asleep.

“Hobie! Hello? That is my bed. Get out!” You yell at him.

“Why’d you do it?” He whispers.

“What,” you ask, still annoyed.

“You stood me up. I asked you to come to my show and you didn’t. Why,” he asked less of a question and more of a statement.

You sigh, of course you knew that was tonight. In all honesty you don’t quite know why you didn’t go. You weren’t doing anything special and it probably would’ve been nice. But you were scared. Scared of what? You also didn’t know that, you just were.

“I… I don’t know,” you admit.

“Really hurt me, Love. I wanted to see you and take you out on a nice date,” he looked away from you.

Your heart shattered. You knew Hobie liked you but not to that extent. You thought he was just playing around with you and didn’t mean anything by it.

“I’m really sorry, Hobie. We should go out some other time, okay? My treat,” you promise.

“Nah, don’t think i’ll have the time,” He says, clearly less sad than he was a few moments ago.

“Oh yeah? Busy with what? Trying to tear down the government from the inside?” You laugh.

“Of course not, that’s for the first saturday of every month. I’ll be busy being Spiderman,” he says, cuddling closer to your blanket.

You stop immediately. Your mind goes blank, the world around you stops. You’re suddenly much more awake than you have ever been. Hobie is… no you can’t even say it. The man you’ve hated ever since you had moved in was the person you loved more than anything else? That can’t be right, he’s having a laugh. That’s gotta be it.

“I don’t believe in comedy,” you remember him saying.

Fuck. He’s not joking, is he?

“What?” you manage to get out.

“I’ll be busy, being spiderman and all. Yknow who that is right? Don’t know if you noticed but he’s- i mean I’m kinda all over your room,” he lets out a drunk giggle.

He pulls out his mask from the pocket of his jacket and handed it to you.

“See?”

You grab it in disbelief. You run your hand over the spandex in awe. Spiderman is right in front of you, you realize.

Oh. My. God. SPIDERMAN IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU.

You just can’t believe the man you’ve idolized for years was in your bed. YOUR BED.

Hobie takes the blanket off of him, lifting up his shirt to reveal his suit. Blue and fucking red material.

“I don’t believe in the labels though. It’s stupid,” He says in the most Hobie way possible.

“You’re a superhero,” you say, still a little shocked.

“No. No, don't say that. I'm not a hero, because calling yourself a hero makes you a self-mythologising, narcissistic autocrat,” He says. God even drunk he’s still a smart ass.

“So you still wanna go out?” He asks.

“What? I just found out you’re fucking Spiderman and that’s what you’re asking me? If I want to go out with you?” You respond.

“I mean what else is there to say? I already know you love me,” he nods to the spiderman memorabilia.

Even in this state he still leaves you speechless.

“Well- yeah I guess. We can go out,” you say slowly.

“Cool,” he nods.

He lifts up the blanket and scoots over, inviting you into your bed with him. You roll your eyes and get in with him. He wraps his arms around you and smiles.

“I knew you wanted to snog me from the start,” he laughs.

Hobie is still pretty infuriating, but that is slowly becoming one of your favorite things about him.

[katsukisbimbo]

“shhh” he whispers against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. you turn your head to peek at him but he clicks his tongue n forces your head to its previous position and you’re forced to watch the various spiders pass by the empty storage closet you both currently occupied.

“someone’s going to hear us..!” you whispered hastily, heat crawling to your neck and up to your face. “not if ya keep your mouth shut yeah? you’re such a good girl, darling. i know you can keep quiet for me, mm?” hobie sweet talks you as he presses his fat tip against your drooling cunt and roughly slides it up and down.

“hobie, i can’t..you’re too big i’m.. i can’t take it” you struggled, feeling his head catch your cute little clit. “nah love, you’re ready for it. i know you are.” he kisses your cheek and laughs. as you’re about to ask him to fuck you slowly, he pushes his fat cock fully inside you and shoves two of his gloved fingers inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.

“fuck, such a good little ting ain’t ya? always take my cock so good, yeah” he hotly mutters against your shoulder, slowly fucking you into his submission as he always does. “imma fuck you so full of my cum babes, fill this cunt so full you’ll feel me for days.”

your eyes nearly roll back to your head. you love creampies, especially hobie’s. they were always so thick and so hot it felt as if he was leaving a mark on you. “fuck please hobes, i need you to fuck me full” your head falls to the side, resting against his shoulder but he takes it as a hint to fuck you even harder, the grip you had on his arms weren’t anything compared to your grip last night.

“yeah? want me to give ya a baby?” he smirks, knowing you’ve been aching for a baby since you encountered mayday. “fuck. god. please.” you whimper against his shoulder. “‘m gonna cum hobes..!” the warmth in your belly snaps and you squirt all over hobie, staining both of your clothes and leaving your juices on your thighs.

“good girl.” he grunts, feeling your pussy clamp down on him. “you want my spunk? want me to cream this pussy and make you my baby mama?” he continues to mutter into your shoulder, absolutely pussy drunk.

“y’gonna cum for me hobes? cum. please. wanna make you a daddy” you whine, squeezing your walls tighter. a groan suddenly escapes his lips and his body goes rigid. you feel his cock twitching with each spurt of cum that splashes against your walls.

“such a sweet ting for me” he kisses your cheek. “g’na be a great mommy too.”

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thinkin' about hobie's lip piercings against your cunt, his tongue piercing tickling your entrance, and the cold metal hitting your skin. the makeshift spiky belt restraint to hold your hands together while he eats you out on the couch:( his coarse hair just tickles your inner thighs while burying his head in your wet pussy.

he just won't stop, he's been at it for so long already. his spiky bracelets puncture your skin from holding your shaky thighs apart from closing. ''quit movin' this what you wanted, didn't cha?'' the vibrations of his lip only made your body quiver.

the way your eyes water for him didn't help the boner in his tight black pants. you had him thrusting against the couch for pleasure:( he might as well cum in his pants from your moans and whimpers u give him:(

[tojisbbygworl]

He’s Not Actually That Cool - Hobie Brown x Black!Reader

Based off of this post

Part 2 bonus bonus ii

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Imagine Hobie, the undeniably coolest person in the Spider Society, is a virgin nerd with a big dick

Tags: Hobie is a pathetic virgin loser, 18+, a lil smut, Oral (m receiving)

"How are you even cooler under your mask?"

"I was this cool the whole time."

A scoff behind the both of them. It's you shaking your head in your mask.

Hobie smirks at you. "Something funny there, love?" You don't say anything, just pretending you don't hear him and looking away innocently.

Hobie was the reason you were a part of the Spider Society. He and Miguel had captured the anomaly in your own universe with your help, of course. You knew Hobie had immediately took a liking to you what with the way he stared at you through his mask when he first laid eyes on you, frozen in place, color palette pink.

You liked him the moment he ripped his mask off when it was all said and done. He looked real good with his wicks, his sharp facial structure, wide-set nose and even larger lips. You actually believed him when he said he was briefly a runway model, emphasis on the briefly.

He invited you to join them and pulled you into the portal before Miguel could even say anything. You two have been inseparable ever since.

As you met more people, they all told you of their opinion of the man who seemed to be your best friend. Everyone says the same thing, that he's effortlessly cool and it makes him a little obnoxious. It always made you tilt your head.

You've seen the anime action figures in his room ranging anywhere from Naruto to Tokyo Ghoul.

"Oi, don't touch my things. You're the only person I trust to let in here, don't ruin it."

He's talked your ear off about the intricate lore of FNAF (he HATES MatPat btw)

You've groaned at how many times you've heard the name 'Afton' leave his mouth.

"So the place shut down again after the victim lost their entire frontal lobe"

"And that's the bite of '83, right?"

"No, that's the bite of '87. Thought I told you about '83?"

He probably did but he talked about it so damn much that you forgot. "It's cool, I'll tell you. So the bite of '83..."

This man is a fucking nerd but the BIGGEST misconception everyone has is that he's probably great at sex.

He has a reputation of "running through" everyone who wants him at the society...and yet no one has actually done anything with him. Everyone whispers about it, but no one has ever come out and admitted to having sex with him.

He's without a doubt your closest friend, so you asked him about it while you were chilling at his, watching him strum his guitar.

"So I heard you been running through the Spider Society like a tomb raider."

He cackled, "Yeah, that's what they all believe, innit?"

"It's not true?"

He shook his head. "I haven't got bottle, luv. Don't know what the bloody hell I'm doing."

"Oh really?"

He stopped strumming to look up at you, his smirk falling upon seeing your sultry and mischievous face. He grew a bit nervous, but was more excited if anything.

"What's that look about?"

"Would you like someone to teach you?"

He dropped his pick from how badly he was shaking. Hobie gulped and slowly nodded his head. You walked over to him and slowly lifted his guitar off his body, then pushing him back into the couch and sitting on top of him.

That's how this current make-out session started with you doing most of the work, taking off yours and his clothes feverously.

Hobie just sat back and let you do whatever you wanted. He especially loved watching you strip down to your underwear, blood shooting to his dick as soon as he watched your breasts bounce out of your shirt. He watched you pull your panties off of you leaving you completely naked and him only in his boxers.

He shifted in the couch to relieve some tension. You giggled at his starstruck face.

"You good?" You asked him. He nodded. "Do you need me to pull it out for you?" He nodded again.

You laughed, but was quickly shut up by his long, curved shaft slapping back onto his stomach. His underwear did him no justice, nothing could have prepared you for this.

He shyly looked away and bit his lip, not wanting to admit that he liked the way you gazed at it. It fueled his ego, but he didn't know how to tell you without stuttering.

He was actually shaking pretty bad, and it worried you. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah...I just..." he gulped and looked back down, his dick jumping upon looking into your eyes. Just like his, yours were a deep brown. Your eyes were furrowed in concern, and your full lips were parted. His breathing got deeper.

"You really want to have sex? With me?"

You deadpanned him, then leaned your head down to his base. Hobie gasped when you stuck your tongue out and licked all the way to his tips. Your played with it for a couple seconds, leaving him a shuddering mess. His precum leaked from it and you licked it all up reveling in the salty taste.

"O-oh..." he moaned when you grasped it gently and began to pump. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, so glad that he didn't have to imagine it was your hand beating his dick. He humped into it a little, and he looked so sexy crunching his abs that you couldn't help but to enclose your mouth over him.

"Oh, fuck," he exclaimed. He threw his head back up and gazed upon your form. You were giving him the sloppiest top he had ever seen, (he only watched BJ and missionary porn and you were much better than those girls)

God, he couldn't wait to get you under him and hump into you like's he's thought about for so long. He's used his hand, his pillow, he even looked up how to make his own flesh light because he would never be able to hide a real one from you. It was gross but fuck, how else was he supposed to get his rocks off? If he didn't do any of those things, he would have no control around you.

"Fuck, babe. Please keep going~" Hobie was drooling - actually drooling - out the side of his mouth. He panted and clenched his hands. You had to reach out and move them to your hair.

The poor thing panicked, he had no idea what you wanted him to do. He gently pet your small afro, more concerned that he was close to cumming down your throat.

You stopped and popped him out of your mouth, laughing a little at how cute he was.

You didn't notice how stressed he looked, him sitting up a little more in the chair. "Ngh, wait, no-" he whispered.

His dick bounces with each spray of his cum with him letting out a string of moans and curses as it lands on his stomach and chest. "Ffff...uh...uck..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," you say, watching his fucked-out face. His head bounces with each deep breath he took.

"Why...did you...stop?" he asked in between pants.

"Why did you pat my head?" you asked, standing up, begrudgingly putting your clothes back on despite the ache between your legs.

"What was I supposed to do?" Hobie stares at your ass lustfully, feeling the blood rush back into his dick from how it moved.

"You were supposed to grab my hair and choke me with your dick, baby."

He gulps not being able to take his eyes off of you. "Oh."

You turned after putting your panties back on and froze. His dick was standing straight up again, the head glistening with thick white liquid. He stared at you embarrassingly, hoping that you would just come back over and kiss it.

"You could have said something before I started putting my shit back on."

"Sorry," he said, not being able to contain his excitement when you walked back over to him. His smile went away when you instead hovered yourself over his lap. His cum was still on his stomach and his dick. "W-Wait-"

"Yeah?" You whispered sensually, grabbing him again and pulling your panties to the side to line him up with you.

"I'm still-, I still have-, Is this okay?"

"I'm on the pill."

He starts getting nervous again, but he doesn't know why.

"You scared?" She asks.

He looks at her and rests his hand on her hip. "I don't want to hurt you. Or make you uncomfortable."

You giggled again. "I promise you I'll be fine."

"But, I still got my cum on me, babe."

"I know." You leans over to his ear and lick it. He shivers. "Isn't that so nasty?"

Hobie moaned as you begin to sink yourself onto him. You moan too, Hobie splitting you like you never imagined.

"You really want to shag a virgin?" He finally asked her, his voice wavering.

She rolled her eyes and sighed in frustration. "Virginity is a social construct. Don't be ashamed. Now shut the fuck up."

Definitely making a part 2 and a lil bonus and another bonus (ii)

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[murdrdocs]

thinkin bout hobie’s massive hands covered in rings and veiny and strangely always kinda cold and just how tall he is so tall that he can easily rest his chin on top of your head and how he always spreads out when he sits because his legs are just too damn long

i am obsessed w him rn he is all i think ab <3

i was gna sleep but ...

all i can think abt now is laying back, wrapping a hand around hobie's slender wrist and holding eye contact as you lead his palm up to your neck. which, he would never put his hand there on his own accord, but he would do almost anything you asked, including this.

his fingers spread out, hand starting to mirror the shape of the column your neck, but before the chilled digits find your heated skin his eyebrows raise just a bit.

"y'sure?" his voice is deep, gravely, and low in his throat as he asks you. a simple nod and a soft whisper of "m'sure" from you is all it takes for him to wrap his hand securely around your throat, thumb on your pulse point, monitoring how it increases, then mellows out.

his head tilts, his eyes scan you curiously, then his lips pull into a smile.

also ... thinking about him manspreading.

his arms always either crossed over his chest, or his hands resting on his lap, or stuffed in the pockets of his vest. and he just leans back, sitting cooly, no matter what he's doing. and he just looks so appetizing?

like you can't help but saunter over and stand between his legs until he pulls you to sit into his lap, a seat that's a little bony but so comfortable, especially when you lean back against his chest and he rests his chin on your shoulder, arms locking you in by wrapping around your waist.

[sillysowa]

As a big boob girlie you know I had to take y’all up on this offer!

TITTY LOVER HOBIE HCS!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

Hobie cannot contain himself around your boobs…like he’s literally in love with them.

Always copping little squeezes when you’re naked around him, coming up behind you and cupping them with his large hands.

You honestly don’t even have to be nude, he will still come up behind you, kiss you on your neck and stay there while reaching his hands up under your shirt just to feel them.

He is all about the no bra’s movement—like constantly telling you how you don’t need one. If you wear them because they make you more comfortable than he can respect it but if you wear them and you don’t like wearing them, Hobie’s gonna be your #1 hype-man about going braless,

“Y’know what babe, I say free the nip. Tits ain’t never hurt anyone.” He quips in the doorway as you get ready, contemplating if your outfit would be better without a bra.

lf they get sore at any point in your cycle, Hobie is more than happy to help ease the pain with a little massage!

Thoroughly enjoys sleeping with his head under your shirt, trapped in between your boobs. He says,

‘It’s a crucial part of a good nights rest!’

If you have small boobs, Hobie loves massaging them. He adores how small they look in his hands and how sexy you look when you’re shirtless under him.

‘You have the prettiest tits i’ve ever seen love, just can’t get enough.’ He’d whisper while kissing all over your chest.

If you have big boobs, he loves seeing the way they bounce when you fuck. His eyes are just entirely transfixed on the way they move,

‘Fuck yeah, love. Love the way your tits move f’me baby.’ He’d groan while cupping your boobs and lightly slapping one.

Hobie never forgets your boobs during foreplay. He always takes his sweet time kissing and sucking them, creating patterns of hickeys in his wake. You will never have sex without Hobie showing love to your boobs, which he says are,

‘the best rack i’ve ever laid my eyes on.’

—

@ohxx @luxxtuxx @fatenpara

[xstarsmvxz]

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ➬ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

Hobie brown who has your face pushed so hard into the pillow you can hardly breathe. His lengthy cock pushing deep inside you before he drags it out once again, causing a lewd squelching sound to echo throughout his apartment room. You’re gasping for air, hoarse and whiny moans leaving your plump lips as he ruts into you, grabbing a handful of hair with one hand and with the other he grabs your wide hips for support. By the time the both of you have came too many times to count, he finally pulls out of your abused cunt, watching as a rope of thick white liquid mixed with yours slowly drips out of you and onto the sweat and cum stained sheets. Your ass stays stuck up in the air, your back arched and face still pushed hard into the soft pillow as you desperately try to catch your breath. “One more time.” He mutters before grabbing your hips and roughly taking you once again.

Miguel O’hara who has you bent over a desk in the spider hq, holding your hands behind your back as he strokes your hair with his free hand, telling you - no, demanding you to be quiet. You bite your bottom lip as you try to stifle your moans, only letting out small whimpers and breathy whines as the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin can be heard around the empty office. Your stretched pussy squelches with every thrust, juices dripping down Miguel’s cock as you push your ass further onto his pelvis, arching your back as if you’re trying to tease him even further. He mutters something along the lines of “you asked for this” before he firmly grabs your waist, roughly turning you over to face him before he plunges you back onto his cock, thrusting into you as if there’s no tomorrow as he toys with your sensitive nipple between his fingers.

aged up! Miles morales who honestly has no experience, letting you guide him as you wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face into his shoulder as you loudly moan, slowly riding his huge virgin cock. He’s letting out small whimpers and breathy moans into your ear, trying his very best to suppress the noises until you tell him not to stop and begin to bounce on his dick even faster, the sound of your ass clapping against his thighs can be heard as he leans against the gaming chair, throwing his head back as he lets out a pleasured moan, egging you on even further as you chase yours and his own release.

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[slut4sugu]

BRO i cannot stop thinking about how hobie would most definitely be into dry humping/grinding through clothes.

LIKE JUST IMAGINE; the smell of cigarettes in the air as an rnb song played lowly in the background, your room lit by magenta led lights. The feeling of hobies large hands, squeezing the fat of your ass encouraging you to grind further on his bulge. That came about from finding out you had a tongue piercing, which turned hobie on immediately causing a makeout session to occur, the feeling of his tongue slipping inside of your mouth turning you on. A wet patch on your panties forming as your boyfriend started to get handsy. Which led to the predicament you both are in now. Grinding, moaning and groaning into each others mouths. Kisses messy and hungry as your mind went blank with pleasure. The feeling of your cunt grinding against his girth through his sweatpants causing you to moan louder than you should, which earned a smirk from hobie. “Don’t try n hide it doll I can feel you throbbing.” You hid your face in his neck, letting out a moan in surprise as you felt his hands drift up from your ass and to your waist, pulling you now in a back n forth motion to grind your sex harder on his bulge. “Fuck- shut up dumbass.” The groan that hobie let out from feeling your cunt made you clench around nothing tightly as you bit down slightly on his neck. Unintentionally causing hobies dick to twitch in sweats, which you felt. Causing you to giggle, “You’re kinky as hell aren’t you hobes? Didn’t know you were into biting.” You teased, purposely whispering seductively in his ear, a long drag of your hips making your eyes roll back. Your clit beginning to throb and your breath began to grow ragged despite your teasing. “You’re just as bad as me luv, twitchin so much and your not even on my dick. Who’s the slut now hm?”

Bonus <3

Loves seeing your face when you cum bro, if you’re not facing him in a mirror, looking at the monster stuffing you so full <3

DEFINITELY GUIDES YOU THROUGH IT (bro I’m thinking abt making a nsfw alphabet for him n noir.)

Smokes while fucking you and blows the smoke into your mouth its so hot omg

LOVES CHOKING (honestly loves when you ride him and your hands find they’re way around his neck.)

After care king, yall be watching horror movies afterwards (sometimes it ends up as him still being horny and he has you sit on his face </3)

Back to masterlist <3

[autumn-hiraeth]

Caught you boy!

hobie brown x brat!reader

NSFW. NO MINORS PLS.

request for a bratty gf!reader and how hobie would jus react to us bein a brat . Hope you like it anon! :)

a/n: i was listening to Lana del rey and this happened lol.

Find more here “Hobie's masterlist”

Hobie loves you so much, you're so cool and wild that you caught him the first night he saw you at the club.

Hobie can't always give you the attention you deserve and you can't help but drive him crazy with your bratty attitude.

You like to tease him all the time, when his friends come over and you sit on his lap to give him a boner. Or sent him audios of you moaning his name when you're touching yourself. Sometimes when you want him to come back soon you sent him photos of you posing naked.

When he comes home, well, Hobie fucks your brains out for hours, instead of punishing you, he gives you what you want, much more than you initially wanted.

Hobie Brown loves to overstimulate you, it drives him crazy to see his girl made into a moaning, whining and gasping mess just for his fingers, tongue and cock.

"H-hobie!" your loud moans and sobs only made your lover get harder, Hobie had been eating you out for more than half an hour, your throat was raw from moaning and gasping, your hands were holding the sheets tightly while Hobie continued abusing your swollen clit and pussy.

You had never learned from your past experiences, you thought that wearing a nice dress and teasing Hobie would be enough to get him to pay attention to you and it certainly worked, but it was too much.

"please..." your cracked voice made Hobie lift his face from your pussy, his piercing was glistening from your juices, his chin was smeared too... It was such a hot sight.

"what's wrong luv?" Hobie loomed over you so he could see you face to face, your flushed cheeks and smeared makeup making him smile proudly " thought this is what you wanted" you moaned softly as his hand slid between their bodies to reach your nub, you tilted your head back when Hobie started rubbing slow your clit.

Your mouth dropped open and your back arched as you felt a warm feeling build in your belly.

" don't care if you're a brat Y/n" Hobie whispered "I can handle my girl" he added at the exact moment you came all over his fingers.

Maybe Hobie would give you a break before fucking you with his cock.

[almadelsur]

Lemme not even start talking about how hobie would definitely slap up your pussy. Like he’s just made you cum sooo hard and you’re kinda shaking, your eyes literally memorising the back of your skull by how hard they’ve rolled back and he just brings his hand down and gives your pussy a smack to bring your focus back to him sayin some shit like “I’m not done darlin’ cmon”.

He’s so smooth with it aswell it makes you 10x wetter, perfect for him to slide back in.

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

Sitting on HOBIE BROWN's lap, facing him, while he’s pawing your hips. The force behind them shifting you marginally back and forth. An invisible pull exists between the two of you, a magnetism you can’t deny. Your dampened panties gliding over the raise in his jeans.

“Can feel your heartbeat.” he informs you, a little too pridefully for your tastes. Dark eyes glancing from your seat on his crotch to meet your own gaze. It’s as if he’s gloating his power over you, his surreal physical affect on you.

It didn’t occur to you that your heartbeat is something he’d care to listen in on— didn’t realize it’s within his capabilities. Does that mean he’s heard how it pounds in your chest every time he looks at you? “What? Like, with your spider sense?” Now that he mentions it, your entire body feels the rippling affect of your blood pumping, rushing to where your bodies connect. Nerves combusting at the sight of him sizing you up.

Hobie’s taunting and maddening smile widens, biting down onto his glinting silver piercing to stifle his own excitement. He shakes his head. “Nope.”

[tojisbbygworl]

He’s Not Actually That Cool - Hobie Brown x Black! Reader pt. 2

Part 1 bonus bonus ii

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Imagine Hobie, the undeniably coolest person in the Spider Society, is a virgin nerd with a big dick.

Tags: 18+, Hobie is a pathetic virgin loser, smut smutty smut smut, Cunnilingus

It was so fucking messy

When you fully sheathed him inside of you he let out a deep and long moan that you weren’t expecting. You let out some gasps of your own, which he thought were so cute he couldn’t help but to stare at your pleasured face in pure admiration.

“Oh…fuck.” He whispered

His cum had ran down his length when you sunk onto him creating a white pool on his stubble.

He loved watching you milk him as you rode.

He could have came right there when you wiped off the cum on his stomach with your finger and licked it all up.

Hobie couldn’t even speak. He was in pure awe at what he was seeing and feeling.

You were letting out quick whimpers with every rock, your slick making it too easy to slide up and down his shaft.

Hobie’s hands were at his side. He couldn’t do anything but stare dumbly at your body.

“Grab them,” you panted.

He looked into your eyes. “What?”

“Grab them,” you slowed down and reached for his hands putting one on each of your tits. You squeezed them for him.

Hobie bit his lip piercing looking you up down.

You put your hand on the back of the couch and rode faster. Hobie’s grunts were so deep that you could feel heat pool in your stomach from every breath.

His thumb rubbed across your nipple at some point making you gasp and stutter.

He gasped and let go of them. “You alright? Did I do something?”

You slowed and came to a stop, panting . Confused and sexually frustrated, you say exasperated, “Huh?”

“You shook a little, there,” he explained. “Thought I fucked up.”

“…that would have been an orgasm.”

“Oh.”

You sighed. Getting off of him you laughed, because what else could you do? He had so much to learn. How could someone so attractive be so awkward? It was cute, but it didn’t help with your libido.

You thought shit was sweet, but when Hobie’s still very erect dick slapped back into his stomach, he looked at you like you had betrayed him. ‘So this is how Naruto felt when Sasuke left the village…’

He didn’t know what got into him when he reached out and grabbed your arm to keep you from going any further. You looked back at him thoughtfully, and it made him nervous. He gulped, gathered all his courage, and stood up.

Hobie shed his pants from around his ankles and pressed the front of his body against yours. His hands grasped your waist as he leaned you backwards slightly to kiss you. You, albeit surprised, give in immediately wrapping your arms around his shoulders and neck. He leans over a bit more to grab your ass. He plays with it a little, then gives it a firm slap.

“Ah!” You yelp. You look at him in disbelief, only to see the brightest smile you had ever seen in him. He was clearly proud of himself for that.

“I didn’t say I wanted to stop.” You let him lead you to his bed room, his mouth on yours the moment the both of you enter. Hobie lays you down onto his bed and kneels down, his face right in front of your raised legs. He pulls your underwear off of you.

You were quiet, waiting to see what he would do. Your gaze made him nervous and his breath shook as he opened your legs and looked at your wet pussy. He froze.

“You okay?” You ask him.

He looks up at you and nods even though he looks as though he’s seen a ghost. His mouth is dry and there’s a pit in his stomach. He’s so scared of disappointing you and embarrassing himself.

“Are you sure?” You ask again, sitting up a bit.

“Yeah, I’m fine love.” He takes his palm and gently pushes you back down. Hobie leans over and gives you a sweet kiss. His hand roams your body, squeezing and grabbing whatever flesh he can. His hand goes down between your legs. Hobie lifts his head up to look at you. “Will you guide me?”

His heart was beating out of his chest as you took your hand and put it on his. He watched you pick his hand up and place it right on your clit, his dick throbbing when you let out the smallest moan.

You didn’t even have to tell him, he pressed his middle finger into it and began to rub in a circle. He was, however, going way too fast and you had to hold his arm. Frightened, he stopped and looked into your eyes. “Do it slowly, baby.” You told him.

He nodded and tried again. He felt an overwhelming sense of pride as he watched you completely relax into the bed and sigh in pure bliss. He doesn’t know what came over him, he leaned down and pressed his lips onto your nipple. He took a chance and licked it, doing it again when you moaned.

When he started sucking on your breast, you lifted your head up to speak to him. “Hobie,” you say breathlessly. He hums without stopping. “Finger me? Please?”

Hobie, his eyes closed and mouth still attached to your nipple, fulfills your request and slowly moves his finger from your clit to your hole. His finger slides right in. “Ohh…”

Hobie pumps his finger at a steady pace, praying to himself that it feels good to you. His prayers are answered when he feels your arm fall onto his back and your nails rake along it. His dick is leaking onto the bed. He wants to fuck you so badly, but he loves the way you sound when his tongue presses into your areola once again.

Without you having to ask, he puts in another finger loving the way you began clenching yourself around his fingers. He needed to feel it on his dick.

“Shit, Hobie. That feels so good.” Hobie unlatches his lips from your chest and looks upon your face. Your comment gave him butterflies and encouraged him to pump his fingers faster, his bed littered with splashes of your wetness.

“Yeah?” He asks kissing your cleavage.

“Yeah,” you moan.

“I bet my tongue feels better.” You gave him a challenging look, impressed by his pluck. He was impressed too, considering how fast his heart was racing.

“Let me see.” Hobie pulls his fingers out of you and sucks on them without breaking eye contact. He begins kissing down your body, stopping when he reaches your heat.

He’s glad you had guided him before, or he would have no clue where to put his tongue. He takes his fingers and pulls your lips apart, taking a moment to stare at your pretty pussy. He rubs his thumb in between the folds and you shudder. Without warning, Hobie replaces his finger with his tongue and gives one small lick hitting your clit at the last second.

“Mm,” you exclaim. He wastes no time diving in paying extra attention to the pink bud. He stays there for some time, just letting his tongue wipe over it over and over again. His eyes closed and brain fuzzy, all he could think about was how good you tasted.

Unbeknownst to him, your eyes had rolled into the back of your head. “Yes…” you whined. You were starting to believe he had done this before.

He enclosed his lips around it and sucks it a bit. Your hips start to rock into his face. You take your hands and grab his hair to push him into you further. He moans into your pussy and grabs your smooth thighs.

Part of his upper body was on the bed with your legs wrapping around his head. His brain is overwhelmed; he doesn’t know whether to eat you out until you cum in his mouth or stand up and just start fucking you. Instead, he presses his body against the side of the bed and humps it to relieve the throbbing in his dick.

“Ngh…ngh…ngh,” he whimpered as he licked and sucked. His grip on your legs gets tighter as he gets more intense with it. He starts swinging his head side to side, his lips and chin coated in your slick.

“Hobie…” you begin. He doesn’t respond, instead pulling you even closer to him. His brows are furrowed and he sounds as if he’s starving as his tongue continues to explore you. He starts panting too. His mind was clouded in pure lust.

“I-I’m…gonna…” Your words went unheard as Hobie was too focused on licking you dry. He moves his hand from your thigh to cup your ass, massaging it then giving it a small slap.

“Fuck, baby. I’m coming.” Your hips hump his face slowly. He lets his head bob up and down with the rhythm. He continues to slurp up as much cum as he can before standing up straight. He wipes the bottom of his face.

As he watches you catch your breath, he thinks about how beautiful you are, and always have been. His attraction to you was strong before, but now he’s completely smitten. The way your breasts move with each deep breath, your shaking legs, and flushed face, he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to get enough.

“So it was good?” He asks, dumbly.

You give him that same confused look from before. “The hell do you think?”

He just gives you a toothy side grin. He spits into his hand and finally gives his dick some attention. He’s so hard, he moans when he grabs it and begins pumping. A glob of precum hits the floor. You lay down vertically on the bed to give the two of you space.

Hobie climbs over you without stopping with you lifting your legs. His nerves start to get the best of him again, and he pauses before putting it in.

You grab his face and look into his eyes. “It’s okay,” you reassure him. “We can go slow.”

He lets out a breath he was holding and nods. His eyes shift down to your lips and captures them in a quick, but passionate kiss. During which, he starts to insert himself inside of you.

“Fuck,” he said against your mouth. He stopped and almost didn’t want to go further. His breathing gets heavy as well as his eyelids.

“Everything alright?” You ask, sweetly.

Hobie gulps. “I don’t want to cum yet.”

You bit your lip to keep from giggling. Although you’ve laughed at him before, you don’t think he would appreciate this time around. Now that he was in your face, you can see how afraid he is of disappointing you.

He really wanted you to feel good. So far, he’s been succeeding, but…this was the most important part, right? The big finish? This is really the part that matters. He can’t fuck this up. He’s embarrassed himself too often now.

“Even if you do, it’s okay. We can always try again next time.” You comfort.

His big brown eyes light up. He has the ghost of a smile on his lips when he leans down and kissed you once more, picking up where the two of you left off.

As Hobie started to drag his dick in and out of your pussy, both of your moans were muffled by the other’s. Even when you gasped in ecstasy, he refused to let up from your mouth, sucking on your bottom lip instead.

“Oh my fucking god, Hobie,” You purred so beautifully after he let go of you lip. Your hands found their way to his back again, but instead of raking him you clawed at it slowly and desperately. He was going so much deeper than when you rode him, and the pace was agonizing. “Please go faster.”

Hobie was in no better condition. His mouth hung open as your wet warmth sucked him in. He felt as though he had to force himself out of you with each pull. At that point he wanted to hit your cervix and stay there to let you cockwarm him until he spills. But, when you said your desperate plea in your soft and pleasured voice, he just had to do whatever you wanted.

He nodded, still not able to conjure words to describe how he feels. Hobie starts to thrust steadily, burying himself inside you with each one. If he was any other asshole, he would think you liked it rough, but he prides himself on not listening to the crowd or following society’s rules. Probably why was a virgin until half an hour ago.

He told himself that for his first time, it would be better being a little embarrassed and swallowing his pride to ask her what she wants and take his time than to possibly hurt her. It seems that his philosophy was correct.

The sounds your bodies were making were loud and gross. There was a resounding squelch every second courtesy of you. It was even liquifying Hobie’s dried up cum that was caked on his crotch. The room becomes humid quickly. The two of you were panting and groaning into each other’s ears. Hobie used one hand to hold himself up and the other to grab your waist and squeeze your hips and ass.

Hobie was beside himself. He was incredibly horny and even more so, happy. What you told him made his heart swell. To know that you wanted to do this with him again despite his awkwardness was the best feeling in the world. He knew he would get better with every session. He couldn’t wait to see you on your knees agin.

Maybe next time you won’t be facing him. He’ll be behind you. Your ass hiked in the air and your head on his pillow. His hands pulling your cheeks back so he can watch his dick split you open. Then watch you make a white ring of cream on it. And then maybe he’ll let go of them and slap it so you can squeeze his dick. He would cum so fucking hard…

Oh shit.

“Unh, unh, unh, shit, baby,” he moans as his hot seed fills your pussy to the brim. It drips out of you even while he’s still inside. Soon after, you’re shaking and moaning too, your pussy clenching him just how he wanted. The feeling of him coming inside you being enough to tip you over the edge.

Hobie slips himself out of you, but before he gets up to get a warm and damp towel, he moves one of your legs to your chest and puts his hand on your ass. He takes his thumb to move your lip to the side getting a better look at his cum dripping out of you.

A sense of possession rushes over him. He doesn’t want anyone else to see you like this. He doesn’t want to see anyone else like this.

He leans over and kisses your sticky forehead, walking to his bathroom without bothering to get any clothes. When he comes back you’re half awake, your eyes opening and closing.

“Don’t nod off on me just yet, babe.” He speaks lowly. You hum in response. He starts to clean you and the bed off leaving a wet spot, but it’s nothing he can’t handle. He also wipes himself off with the same towel, throwing it in the dirty laundry bin when it’s all said and done.

Hobie climbs into bed next to you wraps his blanket around your bodies. You snuggle into his warmth, ready to fall asleep any second now.

“That was really good, by the way,” you told him, your voice woozy.

“Really?” You nod. “I’ll do even better for you next time.”

“Such a gentleman.” Hobie turns onto his side to wrap his arm around your torso giving you a quick peck on your lips. You gave him a tired smile. “Did you keep me awake so we could fall asleep together?”

He blinks. “Huh? No.”

You blink back. “…then why?”

“You have this youtuber where you're from that you really like named Ken or Cory or whatever, right?”

Your eyes look to different directions as you tried to identify who he was talking about. "Cory x Kenshin?"

"Yeah, him." He sat up on his elbow. "Miles was telling me that in his universe, he was in the trailer for a new FNAF movie," he says excitedly.

Is he…is he for real right now?

You sigh and turn around forcing him to face your back instead. “Where you going?”

“I’m not dealing with you right now. I’m asleep.”

“I didn't even get to ask my question.” Silence. “So you know what I'm talking about?” More silence. “I wanted to know if you wanted to watch it with us. I thought it would be cool.”

“…I guess."

“Nice." He falls onto his back pleased. “The guy who’s playing William, though, he looks proper friendly. Someone you would least expect to murder kids, yeah? Seems like a good casting choice to me. Miles says he's a good actor. I just hope they got Michael-” Snore.

“You’re pulling my leg aren’t you?” Snore.

He chuckled to himself. “Alright, beautiful. You win.” He doesn’t see your smile as he spoons you and the both of you quickly fall asleep, hoping that when you woke up, you would still be in his arms…

And y’all could go for round 2

I hope that satisfied y’all lil freak asses. Miiiiiight do something else with these two in the future idk chile. I like virgin nerd Hobie. I definitely could have made him way more pathetic but I didn’t want him to be too OOC, y’know?

Please check out my other two Hobie fics and I have one for Miguel if you’re into him! I also have a small imagine where Miles meets Beyonce's spidersona if you think that would be cute okay Byeeeee!!

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