#hobie brown pls babe

[sillysowa]

Happy national Gfs day to all the Hobie lovers‼️

ABSOLUTELY!!! WE LOVE OUR BF!

good god

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I’d post about things that weren’t Percy Jackson if everyone didn’t suddenly decide to STOP TALKING ABOUT ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

[ladyelissarose]

can you write the most sheet gripping smut for hobie pls

‘Risks’

Hobie Brown ‘Spider-Punk’ x Spider-Woman reader

Summary; After Miguel sent you two on an almost impossible and risky mission, leaving you with cuts and bruises, you two decide to celebrate in a risky position.

Warnings: NSFW 18! Smut ladies and gents... oral (f & m receiving).. and some more smut y’all.. fluff too, I’d want to believe Hobie was a great-ass fucker but sweet too.

Authors note: You asked.. I serve. Period babes. Enjoy- muah ;) oh and I’ve never written anything so provocative.

“H-Hobie you sure about thi-ah!”

Hobie sucked the sweet spot behind your ear as he kneaded your thighs while they wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to your aching core.

On Miguel’s desk you were, making out heavily, after you and Hobie came back from a mission that had you two aching for some kind of release. The mission was successful but an atrocious process, but Miguel had given that one specifically to you two after pranking him on the last mission you three went on.

You were a little doubtful about this risky place to pull such a risky action, but Hobie finally pulled away after spending the past few minutes absolutely covering your skin with his open-mouthed kisses and sucking marks into your skin that undeniably screamed him.

Taking a moment to breathe and wipe off the streak of blood falling from your busted lip with his thumb, Hobie collected his thoughts to answer your question and not instead dive into your lips that cried for him to claim them in every way.

He grabbed a hold of your face and held them in between his palms as he panted,

“I’m so sure lovie.. Miguel thinks he can take risks with our lives- especially yours my adorable doll-“

In midst of his words he pulled you in for a deep kiss, tasting the crimson blood from yours and and lips, spurring him to go on as he heard your sweet moan, but he made sure to finish his statement first so h abruptly pulled away and smirked at your needy pout,

“-then we can take a little risk here too no? Don’t you think puppet?”

You nodded while taking deep breaths of air, you refused to spend another second away from him, it was your turn to wipe the little blood off his lip rings while feeling incredibly needy for his pleasuring touch even though you needed medical attention more than anything.

You had horrible bruising after ramming into a glass building, which also brought some cuts through your suit, but you couldn’t remember where they hurt exactly as Hobie kissed all logic away and your brain cells practically shut down at the touch of Hobie’s lips all over you.

You could’ve probably resisted and jumped off of Miguel’s desk and go to medic, but the way he groped you tightly and had you squirming in his hold kept you away from medical and glued to him, only wanting more.

Hobie let out a low moan when you gave a kitten lick to his jaw then kissed his bruise that rested right at his Adam’s apple, but he hissed when you palmed him through his jeans, feeling his hardened cock that was straining through his jeans because of you. You smiled in triumphant when he bucked into your hips and promised,

“Hold on lovie.. I’ll take care of you.”

He planted a kiss to you lips and dropped to his knees, his greedy hands never leaving you as he began to pull down the bottom of your spider-suit, the one that had him hard every day for the way it perfectly shaped your curves and gave him unholy thoughts.

He’d never make it to heaven for how he sinfully thought when you were around, but you for sure brought heaven to him every time his eyes met your pussy, like right now.

You loved everything about Hobie, from his kindness towards you and his unique humor- and of course the sex... but mostly his hair, especially for moments like these when you needed good grip when your pussy was being absolutely devoured by him.

You moaned out loud when he licked up and sucked on your clit, knowing just exactly how to make you roll your eyes back and curl your toes. Like a starved man or someone who was having their last meal- with desperation and pleasure, Hobie ate and sucked your pussy hard, focusing on your clit to have you cumming on his face in no time.

Warmth spread throughout your body but that familiar pressure was felt in your lower tummy, your pussy throbbing for more as you neared your release. Using his thick hair you pulled him closer as you cried,

“I need more Hobie- p-please.”

Hobie looked up from where he sucked on your clit, and he smirked at your fucked out face, and those tears that streamed down your cheeks because of him. His cock jumped at the sight of your pouting lips that were partly opened taking breaths in, they looked so perfect for him, and to take him. He knew just what he wanted next, but you came first, his rules.

He brought up two fingers and slid them into your pussy, pumping swiftly as your were soaked and dripping for him already. The grip on his hair tightened, and letting him know you were close, very close also when your pussy clenched around his fingers. He praised you and added to your high while adding a third finger and encouraging,

“C’mon lovie, cum for me.. I can feel you-“

You let out a cry at the feeling of being right on edge, moaning Hobie’s name as he held your waist down and growled,

“Cum for me- now.”

That was all you needed to let go, wailing and moaning his name only as Hobie fingered and ate you through your high. White spots had covered your vision-even when you’re closed your eyes, the pleasure of it was so overwhelmingly euphoric.

Hobie as always hit all the right spots perfectly to have you coming undone until you were breathless. When your high died down, with the hold of his hair, you pulled him away and whimpered,

“To sensitive baby... to sensitive..”

Hobie made sure to press one last kiss to your pussy then pulled away, standing to be at your level and let you taste yourself on his tongue and lips. He made sure to praise how sweet you tasted to him as he cooed,

“So sweet f’me lovie? Yes.. always. My perfect and sweet lovie..”

You smiled through the kiss and began to undo his jeans, but Hobie stopped your hands as he concerned,

“Let’s wait for a bit puppet.. don’t want to hurt you-“

“Let me taste you. Please Hobie.”

There was no way he could deny you that, not when your doe eyes did a lot of the begging as well of your tongue wetting your lips, and of course your polite words that didn’t match your dirty actions.

With ease he lifted you off Miguel’s desk and helped you onto your knees on top of his little vest jacket, so your knees wouldn’t bruise too bad (he still tried to be gentleman where he could be)

You waited for his signal which came when he bid,

“Go on love.. I’m all yours.”

You couldn’t hold back your hunger for him as your quickly undid his belt, your knuckles running over his thighs as your pulled down his pants and boxers in one go, not wasting time for you or no one.

It always took you a good second to decipher the difference between reality and a dream when you came face to face with Hobie’s cock. It made you warm, cum, scream, cry, cho- just so much that no one could do but him.

Your hands rested against his toned stomach as he grabbed a gentle but firm grip on your hair, slowly guiding you to take him in. He let out a gutted moan when he felt your lips take his length in, your tongue swirling around the pre-cummed tip that had him instinctively bucking himself into your throat.

He mentally wanted this to go slow, but he physically couldn’t, as you began to bob your head and deep throat him completely. He could feel himself coming close to ecstasy while you gagged around him and moaned, sending vibrations up the vain you licked up, he caught a glance from a new angle of how fucked up you looked, and he could’ve sworn he died and woke up in heaven.. as the sight of you on your knees for him was paradise.

A hand left his stomach to hold his balls and play with him as you continued on your highway through paradise with him. Hobie felt his high come too close for comfort, and got a tighter grip on your hair, and sped up your bobbing, cursing under his breath at the pressure of the heat but praised you loudly,

“fuck- you’re taking me so well puppet.. ah! fuck fuck! So good f’me.. so good. I- oh fuck- my good girl.”

You could feel his hard length throb in your throat, making you chose to take him fully and hold him there, causing him to topple over the edge and fall into pleasure.

He groaned out as he painted your mouth white, and held you down as he pumped a few times into your lips, wanting you to swallow all of him. You finally got his last drop, savoring his taste that compared to nothing, and pulled back with a ‘pop’. You smirked in pride as you watched him wipe sweat from his brow and his thighs shake slightly under your hold,

“You’re a fucking delight my love.. c’mere.. I’m not done yet.”

His still hard cock spoke enough for him, but you were ready to take him as he sat on Miguel’s chair and you lifted yourself to sit on him. All fear of risk and shit was out the window at this point, you were too far fucked out and numb from all pain as you only felt and knew Hobie. I mean- Come on, you’d rather die on Hobie’s cock on Miguel’s chair than on a mission because of Miguel at this point.

You sunk down only his cock easily, the juices from him eating you out and your arousal spilling out from hearing him moan your name for how you swallowed made you absolutely dripping for him. Hobie kissed your cheek as he groaned happily,

“You feel sooo good love.. perfect.. squuezin’ ‘round me like a pretty vice hm?”

Once he bottomed out completely, you both let out whimpers into one another’s lips as you kissed away the loud moans from the bottom of your gut or lungs.

For a few seconds you cherished how perfectly he fit in you, his warmth consuming you wholly and his hands holding onto your hips with a bruising grip.

But once again, all thoughts of everything else but Hobie came over you as he lifted you up and slid you back down, wordlessly but actionably telling you he was very close and wanted this last release bad.

You could feel it bubbling up too, his tip hitting your cervix had you holding onto his shoulders tightly to be able to bounce on his cock faster. If anyone passed by Miguel’s office, they would’ve thought a pornographic film was in the works by how you two went at it passionately. Moans synchronizing and smacking wet sounds filled every corner, telling the untold.

Your legs began to burn and shake, causing you to slow your pace but cry out to Hobie for help.

“H-Hobie! Please baby.. help me.. I- Iwanttocomesobad!!”

“Me to lovie- let’s finish this.”

He suddenly stood up from the chair, holding onto you tightly as he lifted you up and down his cock, letting praises and curses slip into your lips as he tried to clear a space on the desk, swiping things off or to the side. You grind your hips against his as he laid you down, pinning himself over you as he warned,

“I really need this.. might be rou-“

“Just do it Hobie.. rough, fast.. h-hard.. all the magic you have.”

Hobie smiled sweetly as he brushed a hair from your face and pecked your lips,

“As you wish your highness..”

Now the real pornshit started. Legs secured around his hips you made sure Hobie never left you or went out too far, but he never had that intention as he pounded into your pussy with purpose. Spending his every breath of life and movement on his body to pleasure you fully was what made Hobie most proud to have you.

Air left your lungs as you felt so full and couldn’t take a break, or more actually you didn’t want to. If you died like this it’d be a very proud death for you, you probably already did considering how rough yet pleasurable it all was.

Deep down you knew you would have new bruises on your hips, not because of your mission, but because of Hobie’s strong grip on you as he railed into you fully. Both of you knew that you were coming soon, he throbbed in your pussy and your walls clenched around him tightly. You held onto Hobie’s shoulders tightly as you kissed him and pleaded,

“Please Hobie! I’m so- so close!”

He pressed himself onto you and went impossibly deeper as he groaned loudly, feeling you milk him,

“Jus’ come lovie- ah! Now love-“

A gasp left your lips as you cried when you started to come undone for a last time,

“I’m cu-cumming! Fuck Hobie!”

Your legs shook violently as Hobie smacked his hips against yours, vision gone black with stars surrounding you.

Hobie moaned out your name as his hips finally came to a stutter, as he released his cum into you. He stilled and held you close as he panted for air, he had never come so hard in his life, but he was already praying for another chance for this moment, but he needed air and a break first. Hobie then glanced down at you and smiled to himself as he watched you, wet stains covered your cheeks and you had a soft, effortless smile on your face.

Your release was so harsh but euphoric, it left you in a fucked out daze and feeling tingles everywhere... and for a while that’s all you felt as you came down from your high, but you’ve never felt so happy and complete.

Kisses to your face and soft touches got you back to reality, your eyes fluttered open to seeing Hobie caressing you carefully. You felt your sore legs move under a warm cover, and that’s when it clicked for you, you weren’t at the lair. Your head shot up for a second as you looked around, but Hobie pulled you back down onto his bed and kissed your cheek as he cooed,

“Tis’ ok lovie.. you’re home remember? Took care of ya already.. bath... massages and all.. hm?”

That’s when it clicked for you and you vaguely remembered parts of what he told you, his warm and reassuring touches caring for you. He always let you know beforehand what he would do, and he would go on once he had your word. You took a deep breath and laid your head next to Hobie’s, holding his face as you thanked him,

“Thank you.. for everything.”

A soft peck met your nose and lips as Hobie replied,

“Anything for you... get some sleep now.. we’ll take care of Miguel later-“

This time you fully sat up and gasped,

“What do you mean?-“

“Eh.. he doesn’t know exactly what we did on is lair.. but he has an idea we messed around... I might’ve not put everything back exactly where it was.. but it’s ok. C’mere.”

Knowing Hobie was going to be with you through it all gave you peace, and made you lie back down, this time in his arms. Hobie held you tightly once more and rubbed your back softly, luring you to sleep. You rested your hand over his heart as you sleepily breathed out,

“Love you Hobie..”

He squeezed your hip and replied,

“Love you too lovie... I’ll be here when you wake up.. so rest plenty.”

You nodded and curled into him, letting the sleep take you over.

[daisies-daydreams]

OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT…hobie brown with a plus size reader. I’m talking TUMMY, ROLLS, MUFFIN TOP. THE WHOLE SHEBANG. AND HE JUST..HE JUST LOVES IT. and reader is shorter than hobie. I’m talking 5’4 type short (average height BUT CMON. MANS IS LANKY AF. HES TALL SO HE THINKS READER IS SHORT AF) AND JUST YEAH. smut if you can pls 🙏 I need more size inclusive fics fr fr ~🕷️

Shape of You (Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Size!Reader)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Size!Reader Category: Fluff & Smut (18+) Warnings: Brief Depiction of Body Insecurity, Making Out, Hickeys, Vaginal Fingering, Nipple/Breast Play, Clit Play, Cowgirl, Doggy Style, Creampies, Dirty Talk, P in V Sex, Unprotected Sex (you know the drill), Multiple Orgasms, Pet Names (love, babe, baby, honey) Word Count: 3.6k+

A/N: Y’all must have some sort of psychic link with me…b/c I was literally just about to start writing astv x plus size reader! 🥹 (No joke I’m 5’4 w/ a muffin top. Us girlies don’t get a lot of love 😞) I’m so so happy you requested this and I hope you enjoy it!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You giggled as Hobie dramatically kicked the door open with his boot, his hand wrapped around yours as he led you into his flat. The light smell of cigarette smoke and pine wafted through the living room as you stepped inside. Hobie closed the door behind you before raising your hand above your head. You laughed as he twirled you around, your frilly tank top fluttering as you spun. When you turned back around, his smokey eyes held a new softness in them. 

“What?” you giggled. Hobie pulled you to him, your bodies pressing together as he placed a hand on your cheek. 

“Just admirin’ my girl,” he drawled with a lazy yet warm smile. You gasped quietly as he brushed his thumb over the curve of your cheek, his other hand falling to smooth over your hip. A familiar heat began to swell inside your core as he dipped his head down, letting his lips linger over yours. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, babe,” Hobie husked, his lip ring just barely brushing over your upper lip. You shivered as he rubbed small circles on your waist. 

“H-Hobie,” you flushed. 

“Hm? Somethin’ wrong?” he asked. You bit your lip as you clenched your thighs together, arousal flooding your every sense in the moment as time came to a standstill. You took a deep breath. 

“Do you really mean it?” you asked. Hobie blinked as his brows slightly furrowed. 

“‘Course I mean it,” he replied. You nodded, yet you still wore a somewhat pensive expression as you glanced down. You gasped when you felt his hands snake down and squeeze your ass. 

“Hobie!” you blushed. Your boyfriend wore a wry grin as his eyes glowed with mischief.

“If I didn’t mean it, would I have done that?” he asked while tilting his head. You swallowed when he pressed his lips to your neck, the smooth metal of his piercing stroking over your pulse. You didn’t even realize that you backed against the wall as he suddenly puckered his plump lips over your goose-bump ridden skin, sucking on it tenderly. You moaned softly as he massaged your bum while working a large hickey on your neck. He wore a sincere, yet still cheeky, grin on his face as he pulled back. 

“Would I put a mark on you if I didn’t mean it? Hm?” he murmured. You shook your head. 

“N-No,” you stammered. Hobie’s smile grew wider as he rested his forehead on yours, his hands now moving up to cup your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze. You squealed as he smoothed his thumbs over your covered tits. 

“Atta girl,” he nearly growled as he nipped just below your ear. Sparks of pleasure flitted through your now dripping cunt as he let his hands run down your puffy tummy. “We both know I’m not one for orders…but right now, I’d love nothing more than seeing each and every delicious inch of you bounce as you ride my cock,” Hobie groaned as he slipped his hands beneath your shirt. His cold hands made you jolt as he rubbed up and down your front, tracing over the bottom of your breasts and the top of your belly. 

“How’s that sound?” he asked, his voice undeniably dripping with pure lust. You suddenly reached up on your tip-toes, throwing any sense of inhibition out the window as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You felt him smirk against you as your mouths danced together, the soft squelching of your heated kissing filling his small apartment. He chuckled as he pulled back, pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’, then,” he mused. You nodded as you squeezed the back of his neck. 

“Yes,” you said breathily, your chest rising and falling rapidly as your heart thrummed against your ribcage. Hobie hummed before leaning back down, tilting his head to capture your mouth in a deeper kiss as his hands began to bunch up the fabric of your tank top. You moaned as he traced his tongue along your bottom lip and began to pull your shirt up. You broke for a moment as you raised your arms, allowing him to toss it aside. 

“God baby, I can’t wait to feel your warm pussy wrapped around me,” Hobie growled, his deft fingers making easy work of finding the clasp of your bra. You sighed, parting your lips as he unhooked your bra, his tongue sliding into your mouth as the two of you moaned in unison. A particular swipe of his tongue against yours made you cross your knees together, drawing a husky chuckle from your lover as he slipped his wet muscle out. 

“Couch or bedroom?” he asked, his hands already undoing the button and zipper of your ripped jeans.  

“Does it really matter?” you panted as you shrugged your bra off of your shoulders. He laughed again before pecking the corner of your mouth. 

“Good point,” he shrugged as he tugged your pants down your plump thighs. His eyes lit up with hunger when he saw your rolls spill out from your panties. “Fuckin’ ‘ell,” Hobie grunted as you stepped out of your pants. His eyes flicked back up to you as he took your hand again, guiding you to sit on the middle cushion of his couch. You tilted your head as you watched him sink to his knees, parting your legs with his large, calloused hands. 

“I thought you wanted me to ride you?” you giggled. Hobie smirked up at you before pressing a gentle kiss to one of the prominent stretch marks on your left thigh. You twitched beneath his simple touch as he smoothed his hands over your legs, nuzzling his face against the plush of your thigh. 

“I do…but first, I wanna make sure you know just how much I adore you,” he groaned as he met your gaze. A small moan left you as he stroked the inside of your thigh, he tilted his head up. 

“Every roll,” he said as he kissed your belly. You squeaked when you felt his fingers hook around the band of your panties. 

“Every stretch mark,” Hobie murmured before sucking another mark onto you. You swallowed thickly as he licked his lips afterwards. Your hips raised on their own as he pulled your panties down, his gaze half-lidded and drunk on the feeling of your warm body against his. You shuddered as the cold air hit your puffy lower lips, your arousal leaking out from your slit. Hobie fanned his hands over the creases where your pelvis met your legs as he dipped his head lower, his warm breath rolling over your mound. 

“Fuck, everything about you drives me absolutely crazy, (Y/N),” his breath stuttered before he sweetly pressed his lips to your clit. 

“F-Fuck, Hobie,” you keened, your mind and body already overwhelmed as his rough thumbs spread your chubby pussy lips apart. Without any hesitation he lowered his head, flicking the tip of his tongue over your sensitive clit. Bolts of electricity shot through you as you clenched your thighs, your head falling back as he gently lapped at your bundle of nerves. He moaned against your sex as his fingers glided down towards the rim of your entrance, your walls fluttering as he circled around your hole. You gasped when he puckered his lips around your sensitive clit, sucking on it hungrily as he began to push two of his long fingers inside of your tight walls. 

“O-Oh God, oh my God,” you panted as he alternated between licking and swiping at your button with his tongue and sloppily making out with it. You swore you saw stars when he brought your clit between his teeth, nibbling on it gently as he slowly pumped his digits in and out of your slick cunt. Another low groan rose from his chest, the vibrations making your head spin as your walls clenched around his fingers. 

You moaned loudly as he curled his fingers against your spongey g-spot, your legs shaking as he swirled the tip of his tongue over your plump button. Hobie grunted as your hands flew to his head, your fingers gripping his dark wicks as he stroked your gummy walls at a faster face. 

“Y-Yes, keep going!” you cried as your head fell back against the headboard of the sofa. You yelped when he suddenly threw one of your legs over his sharp shoulder, moving your pelvis so his fingers slipped even deeper inside of you. You sobbed with pleasure as Hobie sucked on your bundle of nerves again while scissoring his deft fingers inside of your gushing pussy. His eyes looked like they were about to roll into the back of his skull as your cunt fluttered around him, your head dizzy as you felt the bubble inside you about to burst. 

Your legs shook violently as your hips snapped forward, white flashing over your vision as your arousal flooded his parched mouth. You barely registered his moaning as you arched your back, your orgasm shaking you to the core as pure pleasure rolled in waves over you. You clenched the couch cushion as you heaved, feeling coming back to your fingers and toes as your heartbeat slowed. You whimpered as Hobie gave a peck to your clit, his three fingers still stuffed inside your tight cunt as he pulled his head up. He kept his eyes on you as he slowly pulled his digits out, cooing as you winced at the emptiness. 

“Did so good f’me, hun,” he sighed as he brought his fingers up to his mouth. You gawked at how soaked they were, your opalescent cream coating every crease of his digits. Your soul nearly shot out of your body as he rolled his tongue out, swirling it around the tips of his fingers before shoving them inside his mouth. He groaned as he sucked on them, savoring the taste of your sweet juices. 

“You feelin’ alright?” he asked after he released his fingers with a slick “pop”. You nodded, your body coated in a thin sheen of sweat as you caught your breath. 

“Y-Yeah, it was just…a lot,” you giggled sheepishly. Hobie chuckled as he rested his hands on your knees. 

“You okay if we go on?” he asked, his voice taking on a softer tone. You blinked before nodding slowly. “You don’t have to ride me if it was too much f’you,” Hobie added, his thumbs caressing the inside of your knees. You shook your head violently. 

“No-I-I at least want to try,” you said. Hobie gave a gentle smile before rising to his feet. Your breath hitched as your eyes trailed down to his pants, a prominent bulge poking out from beneath his slacks. Just as you shifted over, Hobie patted your knee. 

“Stay there real quick,” he said as he walked into the kitchen. You craned your neck to see him grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it up with some water from the sink. Every cell in your body felt like it was going to melt as he smiled at you while bringing the glass over.

“‘Ere you go,” he said with a grin as he handed you the water. 

“Thank you, Hobes,” you smiled as you took the glass. You gulped down the beverage before setting the glass on the stained coffee table. You watched as your lover pulled his shirt up and over his head before undoing his belt. You bit your lip as he pulled down his boxers. His long cock sprang free, the sight his dark, swollen tip made your cunt flutter. He smiled as he took a seat on one of the other couch cushions, spreading his wiry legs as his member twitched.

“Your throne awaits,” Hobie mused as he patted his thigh. He laughed when you rolled your eyes, despite the playful smile on your face. You crawled over to his lap, your heart pounding inside of your ears as your wet pussy lips grazed over the thick head of his cock. Both of you panted and moaned as you rocked your hips back and forth, massaging his tip with your pretty slit. He squeezed your love handles as you slowed your movements. You released a shaky breath as you positioned yourself, his tip just barely breaching past your entrance. 

“Take your time, lovie,” he murmured into your ear as he grabbed the base of his cock, helping to steady it as you hooked your hands over his shoulders. With a quiet moan, you finally began to sink down on his lengthy shaft. Hobie hissed through gritted teeth, his other hand gripping the plump flesh of your hip as your slick pussy swallowed his cock. 

“Mmmmm, fuck,” he groaned as he slipped his hand away, watching as you sheathed yourself on his rod. Shivers ran up your spine with each inch you took, feeling every bulging vein and curve of his shaft slide against your sensitive walls. You jolted a little when the back of your thighs met with the front of his, the head of his cock now snug against your cervix. You dipped your head into his shoulder as you trembled in his hold, the feeling fullness sparking every single nerve in your sex. “Shh, shh I got you,” Hobie purred as he stroked your back. He patiently waited for you to adjust, his lips trailing along your cheek. 

“Whenever you’re ready, sweet thing,” he murmured. You swallowed a lump in your throat before you started to raise your hips. Hobie’s pupils were blown wide as you gasped, half of his cock still lodged between your plush walls before you sank back down. “G-Good girl,” he grunted, his thumbs finding their way to smooth over your hard nipples. You gasped and moaned as his cock split you in two, your thighs and belly jiggling as you raised and lowered yourself. 

“H-Hobieee,” you whined as he lightly pinched your nipples, his calloused tips a sharp contrast to your soft skin. 

“Christ, look at you ridin’ my cock so well,” he rasped, eyes locked on your breasts and puffy tummy bouncing. His words made your pussy gush with slick as you sobbed, hiding your head in the crook of his neck. Hobie kissed your cheek, his palms now cupping your ass. “Yes, that’s it, love,” he grunted, his sharp hips snapping up to plunge deep inside your swollen cunt. 

“H-Hobie-“ you tried to warn him before you suddenly stiffened, your legs burning and twitching as your cunt seized around his throbbing shaft. You cried against his shoulder as your hands gripped onto him for dear life. 

“That’s it,” he cooed as you rocked your hips forward. You shivered once you finally came down from your high, your cunt absolutely drenching his dick in your arousal. Hobie pecked your temple as he rubbed your lower back. 

“Did so well f’me, sweet girl,” he murmured. You peeked up. 

“Did you get to finish?” you asked. Hobie shook his head, though he still held the dreamy look in his eyes. You groaned and rested your forehead against his shoulder, your face erupting with heat. 

“Oi, s’alright,” Hobie said as he leaned his head forward just a little more. “If you want, we could try a different position,” he proposed with a sultry tone. He gave a wry grin as your walls fluttered around his girth. You tilted your head up to look into his smokey eyes. 

“Could we…” your voice trailed off as you bit your lip. Hobie tilted his head, his eyes holding such patience in them. You felt your insides start to melt as you cleared your throat. “Could we maybe try…doggy style?” you asked. Hobie’s eyes lit up despite the calm expression on his face. 

“‘Course,” he replied. You suddenly pulled your head up, your lips colliding with his as you rested your hands on his chest. Your eyelids fluttered as you tasted yourself on his tongue as he glided it across yours. You whined as you raised your hips, his cock slipping from between your folds before you adjusted yourself on the couch. Hobie wore an amused smirk as you wiggled your ass side to side. 

“Fuck me,” he sucked in a sharp breath as you slid a pillow under your stomach and curved your spine. 

“I just did that,” you giggled as you braced your arms against the couch. You squealed when you felt him spread your thick cheeks apart with his hands. 

“Cheeky thing,” Hobie clicked his tongue as he guided his dick to your entrance. You grasped at the cushion in front of you as he rubbed the soaked tip of his cock against your labia, his hand kneading the flesh of your bum. “Y’ready f’me?” he drawled. You nodded, your hair sticking to your face as you puffed out a breath of hot air. 

“Yes-please Hobie, f-fill me up till I’m leaking with your cum!” you whined. Your jaw went slack when you felt him sheathe himself inside you with one fluid thrust. You nearly choked on your moan as he snapped his hips forward, dragging his cock against your oversensitive walls at a hungry pace. 

“Oh, fuck,” Hobie moaned behind you. You squeaked when you felt him grab your asscheeks firmly as his heavy balls grazed over your ripe clit. “Christ, look at your gorgeous arse bounce,” he praised, his words like honey flowing from his lips as he pistoned his cock inside you. Your mind was reeling as you heard the unmistakable sound of your cheeks clapping mixed with the loud squelching of him stuffing your cunt. 

“Fuck, baby-could watch this body bounce and jiggle f’me for hours,” Hobie strained as his fingers dug into your plump flesh. You squealed when he leaned over, his long, wiry frame draping over your chubby body. You whined as he scraped his teeth against your shoulder. 

“Feel so fuckin’ good wrapped around my cock,” Hobie growled, his hips still grinding against your backside as his head teased your cervix. Drool slipped past the corner of your mouth as he sank his teeth into your skin. Your eyes rolled back as you felt your third orgasm wash over your, your limbs turning into jelly as your cunt spasmed. 

“Sh-shit,” Hobie grunted, his plump lips kissing over your bite before he pulled back. Both of you were a panting mess as his thrusts began to grow more frenzied, the sounds surely penetrating the walls of his flat by now. “So good baby,” he repeated like a broken record. Your body rocked back and forth with the force of his thrusts, your ability to speak now reduced to babbles and moans. 

“Gonna cum-where?” Hobie asked, his cock twitching inside of your tight cunt. You mewled before tilting your head up. 

“I-Inside,” you managed to breath, your spine arching on its own as he tenderly grazed over your g-spot. You felt Hobie push his cock inside you a few more times before he suddenly stilled. He released a deep, husky groan as his warm cum flooded your sweetly fucked hole. You gasped and shoved your face into the couch cushion as you felt his seed paint your walls. His hands felt so warm against your backside as his cock twitched a few more times. You grew dizzy at the feeling of his cum seeping out of your stretched entrance and rolling over your thighs. You shivered as he caressed your hips. 

“Feelin’ alright?” he asked. Your cheeks warmed at the sentiment as you nodded. Hobie chuckled softly before patting your bum. “Good,” your lover said before slowly pulling out. Your pussy felt so raw as the head of his dick popped out, his cum now dribbling onto the worn cushion below. You caught your breath before pushing up on your hands, your heartbeat steadying as you leaned back. 

“Jesus, Hobie,” you panted. “That was…I don’t think a man’s ever made me cum that much,” you confessed with a shaky laugh. Hobie tilted his head as he gave you a sultry grin. 

“t’s my pleasure,” he winked. You laughed as he pecked your temple, his hand falling onto the top of your thigh. 

“Why don’t we take a shower, yeah?” he suggested as he traced his hand down your cheek. You smiled. 

“That sounds wonderful,” you beamed before pausing. “It’s not an excuse to see me naked for a bit longer, is it?” you teased. Hobie held up his hands as he shrugged. 

“Could you blame me?” he asked as he gave you a puppy-eyed look. You giggled and gave him a quick kiss. After cleaning up, the rest of the night was spent with his lean frame curling against yours as he held you in his bed. You smiled as you listened to his steady heartbeat, his dark lips parted as he hummed a quiet tune against your neck. 

“What’s on your mind, doll?” he asked. You shrugged as you traced a finger along his bedsheets. 

“Thinking about you…about us,” you said. 

“What about us?” he grunted inquisitively before pecking the back of your neck. You smiled warmly as you turned, your legs tangling with his as you met his eyes. 

“About how happy I am that we’ve worked out,” you grinned ear to ear. Hobie blinked, his chiseled features softening as he rubbed your back. 

“I’m happy ‘bout it, too,” he confessed with a rare shy grin. Your heart skipped a beat as he planted a kiss on your forehead. “Now, let’s get some sleep. Had quite the workout tonight,” he chuckled. You giggled as you snuggled against his chest. 

“Night, Hobie,” you sighed happily. Hobie brought his hand up to your hair, stroking his fingers through it as you closed your eyes. 

“G’night, sweetheart,” he whispered. 

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

Taglist: @maybethatfanfictionwriter

[the-kr8tor]

Hello!! I’ve been enjoying all your works so far, love the way you portray hobie 🥺❤️

Hope you don’t mind me adding to your requests but can you write something or hobie’s s/o (gender neutral pls) gifting hobie handcrafted items with flowers from different universes?

Just made a bunch of pressed flower stickers and they’re really pretty 🥹

Hi hun! Thank you so much, you're too sweet 🥹 I'm not very familiar with handcrafted items, I hope you like this one!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Tags: established relationship, no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF, lovestruck Hobie.

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Hobie finds a long-stemmed bright sunflower carefully placed on the doorstep of his dorm inside the spider society's Headquarters.

Hobie, tired from his last mission, bends down, his aching muscles immediately protesting; but he continues on, gingerly grabbing the stem of the flower. He twirls it around his fingers, admiring the petals, Hobie notices whenever the bright florescent light hits its petals, an iridescent sheen shines slightly turning the sunny yellow into a vibrant orange with a hint of red.

He immediately knows where the flower came from, the familiar shine of the flower fits with Earth- 2149. Hobie smiles tiredly, knowing this is your way of telling him you missed him, thanks to all the constant missions assigned to the both of you, couple it up with your regular spidey responsibilities, you haven't seen each other in a couple of weeks.

But for Hobie, it seems like it's been months without you, He misses you, a lot. Hobie searches for a note, but finds none, guess you were in a hurry.

You keep missing each other too, when he finally has the free time to hang out, Dock Ock attacks your city. When you finally have a little time off in between missions (enough time to rest and recharge with Hobie, but still not enough for your taste) Hobie's bracelet rings out, Miguel's booming voice sounds out asking for backup, you're left standing in the middle of spider society's hallway; the warmth left by Hobie's quick hug, makes you miss him more.

He sighs, punching in the code to his room.

If not for the flowers you've been leaving him these past few days, he wouldn't be able to survive another day without your embrace. Thanks to your little reminders, Hobie finds the strength to go another day without you.

The door slides open, his eyes strain at the darkness of the room, Hobie takes off his suit, piece by piece. He hisses when he accidentally hits his injured shoulder on the wall. Turning on the lights, he's greeted with various flowers you've left him these past few days. His room is littered with makeshift vases adorned with shimmering flowers of various shapes and shades.

He smiles when a slight breeze enters his open window, the sweet smell of the flowers wafting his senses, for a second he thinks you're with him.

Hobie has a forlorn look in his eyes, he walks towards a drinking glass turned vase, fingers rub over the tulip's petals. He remembers when this one first arrived, tucked neatly inside his vest, a little note strapped to its stem– be careful, love you. Your handwriting is unmistakable, you even added in a cartoon drawing of you, blowing him a kiss.

He reluctantly moves away from its petals, Hobie drags his feet, walking towards his waiting bed, he roams his droopy eyes over the flowers, remembering when and where he got them.

A pink carnation that seemed like it's painted with water colors, you lovingly left this one on his pillow one morning, with a crude drawing of Miguel angrily yelling, for the multiverse!

A multi-colored peony you pinned on his vest before you left. Your note reads: Don't forget to hydrate! Tea doesn't count, babe.

A crown made from black and white daisies, placed on top of his favourite book, a little drawing of you both wearing flower crowns and smiling is taped to the sides.

An unusual looking orchid you practically tossed at him before running towards a portal, thanks to his spidey senses, he saved it from getting mangled by running feet. The note dangling from its stem, missed you, wanna kiss you.

And so much more that he's too tired to remember. Hobie internally curses at his sleepy brain.

He lands on top of his bed with a thump. Falling asleep almost immediately.

Hobie gets woken up by a presence slowly untying his boots. He cranes his neck down, chin meeting the top of his chest.

"What?" He asks, groggily, voice heavy in his throat.

You snap your head up, looking straight at his tired eyes. "Shit, I woke you up, didn't mean to, 'm sorry" you hissed out, fingers pausing on his shoe laces.

Hobie blinks, twice, is he still dreaming? He blinks again, but when your familiar form doesn't disappear from his view, his heart soars.

"Sorry, Hobie, but you still had your boots on, and–"

He reaches out to you, "Come 'ere, lovey"

You crawl on top of him without question, laying your full weight on him. You try to move to his side, just in case you're crushing him, but he stops you with a strong arm over your back.

You rest your chin on his chest, tired eyes mirroring Hobie's. "You missed me?" You tease him despite your exhaustion.

Hobie rubs gently over the eyebags forming under your eyes, you sigh into his touch "when'd you last sleep?"

"Does blinking count?" You fight a yawn. "Miguel should start paying us more, saving the multiverse isn't enough anymore"

Hobie chuckles, your head bobs up and down, earning a lopsided grin from you. God, you missed his laugh.

His knuckles massage your back, sliding over the spandex of your suit "Too tired to change?"

"Mmhm, why? Do I smell?" You sniff at your shoulder.

Hobie lifts you up by the armpits so your head slots perfectly on the crook of his neck, you fit right in like a missing puzzle piece.

"No," he hugs you tighter, both arms securing you right on top of him, Hobie loudly sniffs at you "nah, actually" he sniffs at you again, "yeah, you do" Hobie grins.

You gasp out, clutching at your chest, faking that you're offended by his comment. "Maybe I should shower then" you try to move away, but Hobie curls his arms tighter around your torso, locking you in.

You giggle at his antics.

He buries his face on your head, "you smell like the flowers you gave me" Hobie's voice is soft, if it weren't for your enhanced hearing, you wouldn't have heard him.

"You liked them?" you'd tease him for his comment later, but right now, you both needed to rest.

"Mmhm" he pecks your scalp "especially the drawings" Hobie says in between kisses.

"Good, because I have another one." You procure a pressed red rose from your back pocket. He wonders which universe this one came from.

"I'll add it to my collection then" Hobie admires the pressed flower thoroughly, this one seemed different from the rest, more loved. He concludes that it's from your own dimension.

Your eyes close, finally succumbing to fatigue.

"Missed you" he answers your previous question, you heard him before you could fall asleep, smiling as you cuddle Hobie.

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Thank you for reading! Please consider reblogging if you enjoyed it! ❤️❤️❤️

[arachnoia]

Ahhh what about hobie and female reader having a sleepover at her house, but when he comes through the window he sees that she isnt having the best day so he cheers her up a lil😈😈ifykyk

WAIT A SEC ANON- PLS THIS IS SO 🫣 these requests have me literally giggling.

hobie and miguel esp are 🙈🙈

also let me put in my hc of him having a tongue piercing thank you

hobie brown x afab! reader

tags- pussy-eating, nsfw in general, sol’s hc that he has a tongue piercing ! shy reader?

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At the beginning of the day, you felt a bit elated. You were planning to have a sleepover with your lover, or best known to the rest of his New York, as Spider-Punk.

That was until you were met with even more bullshit from work back in Earth- 928. Working as an intern at Alchemax and dealing with everyone there tired you.

You were finally at your apartment, mindlessly staring at the coffee being poured by your coffee machine. You felt frustrated and a bit impulsive. You didn’t know why but you just did. Irrationality and impulsiveness were a part of you being pissed off.

You looked at the digital click plastered on the television, marking it to be 5:37. Out of frustration, you slammed your arms on the counter and covered your face. You heard someone come from the window and groaned. You weren’t in the mood to be interrupted while being pissed off.

“Should I come at a different time, love..?”

You gasped quietly and felt the color drain from your face out of embarrassment, hiding your face with your arms even more, “No…”

You heard Hobie’s heavy footsteps stop in front of the counter.

"Are you okay?"

You looked up at him and bit your lip, holding back tears of stress. "I'm just so...mad right now. I fucking hate my job."

“You’re stressed?”

“Yes! My fucking god!” You played with your cup of coffee, contemplating on drinking it before he spinned you to face him.

He placed his hands on your waist and leaned over, "Let me make it feel better..."

You pulled back a bit and looked at him skeptically, “How ‘re you gonna do that?”

“Let me show you, babe.”

You breathed out shakily as he roamed his hands all over your body, feeling a relaxed sensation all over your body as he kneaded your hips. He kissed you softly and you pulled him closer. He started to attack your neck with butterfly kisses and started to slide down your dress pants slowly, leaving you in your panties and button down.

“Red, my favorite..” he muttered, playing with the panties’ string as he started kissing you more. He lifted you up to sit on top of the counter, spreading your legs a bit. You shivered a bit at the feeling of the cold marble against your ass and thighs.

“Spread ‘em a bit more for me, yea love?”

You nodded, trying to spread them a bit more before he gently grabbed your thighs and helped you. He went over to your hip and bit the strap of the panty, tugging them off and exposing your already soaked pussy.

“Interesting…”

You felt blood rush to your face and covered it with your palms in which he pulled them away from your face, “No no, don’t worry about it baby.”

He went straight into your pussy, pleasuring you with his tongue and feeling his nose rub against your clit. Your eyes widened at the cooling sensation of his tongue, feeling his piercing’s little metal ball rub against your folds, in contrast to how hot and aroused you felt. You bit your lip again, wanting to stifle the moans coming out of you and instead, letting out soft and breathy gasps as he kisses on to your pussy again.

“Oh fuck…mmmm” You threw your head back and spread your arms out, forgetting the cup of coffee you had placed and knocking it down. You began moving your hips, completely blinded by lust and wanting to feel the friction that is bringing you such immense pleasure.

“Oh my fucking god…”

You felt like you needed to come at the speed of how his tongue felt against your core. You finally had reached your high, feeling euphoric and even more pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful, my love”

You felt your legs tremble a bit from his touch as he caressed your plush thighs. He then had two of his fingers go into you and lick his coated fingers, looking you in the eye with a mischievous grin.

“Sweet…Wouldn’t you say so?”

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masterlist

[blue-sky336]

I'm not a role model.

I was a runway model.

Hobie was surprised when you asked him to model some of your own designs, but he was /not/ going to pass up on the occasion.

Warnings: Not edited, mention of word stomach, slightly suggestive, 16+ pls

Both of you were half asleep. Hobie's arm was drapes across your stomach, head resting into the crook of your neck when the words slipped past your lips.

"You should try my designs.. I mean, they're not too different from your style and I think they should fit.." you rambled. God, he loved it when you rambled. He'd silence you with a soft kiss to the neck, the cool metal of his lip ring sending soft shudders down your spine. He could practically hear your racing heart beat.

"would luv to, babes." He'd reply, that knowing grin on his face at the slight flutter within your chest.

The next morning comes with the smell of coffee and bleeding fingers. Perhaps caffeine and sewing needles wasn't a good combination at 6am? The only reason you were up was because you couldn't sleep to begin with.

By the time it was 7am the outfit, still half done but at least fitted to Hobie's height, was showing progress. And by the time it was complete, Hobie was amazed.

There was something about the fact that your literal blood, swear and tears having been put into this singular outfit impressed him. It was probably the dedication that came with it. He tried it on as soon as possible.

Although he was stoic, he also had a knack for jokes. He'd strut down your shared hallway, flashing poses and mischievous grins that would entice giggles from your throat. It had his own stomach fluttering.

Hobie Brown would do anything for you.

[woofwoofwolf]

Go home, Hobie Brown

Hobie brown x reader

Part 2:

Notes: Alt reader, Aro Ace spec reader but this fic is still romantic in nature (bc im aro ace and this is wish fulfilment, so dont come for me if this doesnt line up with your lived experience), fluff, reader has anxiety over liking Hobie and he teases reader for it a lil, reader remains GN but might have a writing bias towards fem, nicknames: babe and sweetheart, Hobie and reader are adults, use of (y/n), no phonetic spelling of Hobies accent, brit wtitten by a European sue me

The type of alt space the reader belongs to is up to you. Alt meaning alternative, as in subculture spaces. I'm alt myself so this comes from experience. Get stared at a lot lol

Pls dont repost anywhere thx ✨️

There was a rush to the exit of the classroom. You were always slow packing your intricately decorated book-bag and were one of the last to leave.

"Thank you professor, have a nice rest of your day."

"See you on monday, (y/n)." The professors always knew your name, despite having so many students. Another curse or blessing (depending on the situation or your point of view) of dressing alternatively - people never seem to forget you.

You opened the door but immediately slammed it shut again, causing the professor to look back up at you.

"Oh. Hehe... sorry..." you turned back to the classroom. No other exits. Maybe you could jump out of the window?

But before you could reconsider your escape plan, the originator - or should I say instigator - of your panic and embarrassment entered the room with the heavy steps of his well-worn boots.

"Hey there," said Hobie Brown, as confident as always. "What are you up to,"

You felt an unwanted warmth crawl up your neck. You had always told your friends that romance wasn't for you and that you weren't going to date anyone just to 'find out.' You weren't ever ashamed of not ever having been attracted to someone before, but man, were you ever unprepared to have a crush as an adult.

You met Hobie through Gwen. From the moment he met you, it was as if a switch flipped inside of him. He decided that he liked you and that he wanted you. He had told you so right away.

"You single?" You were sure he didn't even know your name at that point. He liked the way you expressed yourself, and although you usually hated how people would pretend to know what you were about only from the way you dressed, it was like Hobie actually understood you in just a glance.

You felt it right to tell him that you didn't do dating, but it wouldn't leave your throat. Never had you been confessed to before, and you didn't know what to even say.

He started showing up places, more and more, he became an unpredictable part of your circle. You didn't know how to process him.

"Let's match pace together. You feel me?" He'd say.

"No, I don't, actually,"

But slowly, you did. It felt as if your slow and monotone life started to pick up some speed, all the while you felt more in tune than ever. You wondered if the pace of his life had slowed down a bit in return, but you were too scared to consider what he might specifically be feeling for you and why. You doubted he wasn't being genuine, but you had no idea why he insisted on you.

You'd bicker with him (oh. It was so fun to bicker with him- wait were you flirting with him?), but when Gwen asked if you wanted her to tell him to leave you alone, you told her not to. Which only further fanned the flames of Pav's incessant 'shipping' of the both of you.

And so, you realised that for the first time in your life, you felt something for someone. And you were completely unprepared to tackle it.

"I can't believe it, coming to see me while I'm at uni."

Your eyes shot back and forth from Hobie and the professor who looked at the both of you with sparkling curiosity. Even the small remainder of the otherwise consistently disinterested students were all looking at you. Dressing alternatively, you were used to people staring, but now you just felt embarrassed, as if even talking to him was the equivalent of making out in the middle of the room.

"You told me when your classes were yourself," Hobie reminded you with a little smirk, picking up on your embarrassment.

"No but-" you huffed. "this is harassment-"

"You know, I'll leave if you tell me to?" He teased, back straight, hands in his pockets. "You can say it, sweetheart. I believe in you. Say 'Go home, Hobie Brown'!"

You glared at him, yet no sound dared to leave your throat.

"C'mon babe, say it," he leaned forward challenging your gaze.

Both of you held it there for a couple of seconds. A pin could drop in that classroom and everybody would hear it.

Finally, after that afore-mentioned warmth reached your cheeks and had become visible to all, you broke.

"You like dunkin'?" You muttered, walking towards the door. You swore you could hear some students chuckle or gasp, and you wanted to get out as quickly as possible.

Hobie whistled and followed, just a few steps behind you, never actually invading your personal space until you were ready, "Asking me on a date? Now, that's bold,"

"It's not a date. But you ARE buying. I want a smoothie. And a donut, of course."

"Taking advantage of me now babe?"

"And why shouldn't I? If you're going to cling to me like a magnet, I might as well make use of you." You briefly stopped, and Hobie nearly walked into you. You peered up at him, batting your lashes. "You know I really don't know what you see in me. Maybe you better run home while you're ahead."

"Depends," Hobie said, ecstatic every time you took his bait. "Will you be going with me?"

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Two fics in one day??? What is going on. Anyways hope you enjoyed, LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK, don't be shy to talk to me lol

You know as someone who's aro ace spec, I find an escape in fictional characters and the idea that they could be the ones to finally sweep me off my feet and get me to feel some type of attraction. It sounds cringy and emberassing, but I don't think there's anything wrong with it. If you're like me then I hope this scratched some kind of itch for you lol.

[spicyyy-muffin]

Needy Occasions

Pairing - Hobie Brown x F!Reader

Warnings: FILTH, smut, 18+, eating out, um yeah minors go away pls

Word count: 600

He pressed frenzied kisses against any bare skin of mine he could reach. 

The thick fabric of his black jeans along with the buckle of his vintage belt grinding into my clit driving me crazy.

"Hob"

His lips cut me off, large palms gripped my hips so tightly I was sure there were going to be more marks than before.

He loved to see all the marks he left on me. Would press kisses on purple hickies he left around my nipples and would try to get away with leaving little ones at the base of my neck right before one of his big performances.

"Pricks gotta know your mine. How else am I supposed to do it? Ya wont let me fuck ya on the stage babe."

He kissed me slow, taking the time to savor the taste of our lips combined. But eventually lost his patience once his calloused fingers gripped the small expanse of my throat.

"Missed yeh."

He pushed up against me again, pulling my hips harder into his. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tilted my head to the ceiling.

"Fuck Hobs, I saw you last night."

He rutted against me while his hot breath was in my ear. "Ya looked s'good in tha dress t'night. Fuck baby, nearly came in my pants."

A door slammed nearby, it was close, really close, so close that whoever was responsible most definitely heard us.

"Most gorgeous thing id ever seen." I could feel his shirt moving up, or maybe it was mine.

"Baby-" Sliding two fingers into my heat he cut me off.

"fuckin hell. feel how fuckin wet you are?"

he teased the entrance i needed him the most, sliding back and forth at an agonizingly slow pace.

"how fuckin swollen you are." his fingertips tapped my clit hitching a breath in my throat.

"we have to be quick, we only have-"

"I don have to do anthin. they're gonna haveta pry me offa ya."

he moved me to the metal table behind him and within seconds my underwear were in his pocket, his head was between my legs and he was eating me like a starved man.

his hands were so long, slendered and soft looking, but they were so calloused and when he slipped them back inside of me i wasn't sure how much longer I could last.

his lips wrapped around my clit and sucked it into his mouth.

at this fuckin point i didn't give a damn who could hear me.

"baby please, hobiehobiee"

The smirk on his face told me he knew just how good he was but I didn't care. I was so close, so fucking close.

With his other hand inching down my stomach pressing down making the pressure stronger.

"Let me come-pleasecani -i wanna come."

He pulled away, while I whined in frustration. My fingers grabbed his hair, his face, his hands anything i could.

"Pleas ebaby, baby please please let me."

He pulled me all the way to the edge of the table, putting my thighs on his shoulders and shoving his face into my pussy.

His tongue was fucking in and out of me while I gripped his hands and pure euphoria washed over me.

There was no feeling like this, pure satifisation from the only person who could delivery the way I wanted it.

"I reckon the whole fuckin buildin knows what we're doin now love."

[mcondance]

Okay just finished listening to your come closer; Hobie Brown playlist at the gym and I need more of your music recs pls and thank you also your fic come closer is top tier

OMG?!/$-‘aiaa that is such an honor i take my music taste quite seriously. okay lemme go to my spotify rlly quickly. i been listening to a lot of 90’s-00’s stuff so imma give u some of those!

now april showers.. it ain’t nun to play with. this my fucking SONG.

U SEND ME SWINGIN’ MY BELOVED OMG THEY WAS SINGING 😭😭 WHEN IM WITH YOU I FALL DEEPER IN LOVEEEEE.

gotta give ya some omarion too!

my literal fav outkast song like it’s toooo good.

and some michael to round it out!

and thank you babes omg i rlly rlly rlly enjoyed writing come close <33

[screenshotsonpinterest]

You’re laughing

I’m watching the across the spiderverse content dwindle into a slow drip and you’re LAUGHING

[ribbonsandhair]

UHMMMMMMM hi howdy hey

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RULES:

No NSFW (im so bad at writing and reading it 😭) BUT things like aftercare I can try writing.

No Incest. Please good lord I don’t need that in my requests.

No homophobia or racism in any type of request. You aren’t funny.

No proshipping. Not having that anywhere here so get yo stinky ass up and leave if you like that.

In general just no weird stuff pls….

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THINGS IM TAKING IN REQUESTS:

Angst, comfort and fluff. I don’t mind if it’s a mix or just one type. Go crazy babes!!!!

I also accept platonic stuff! (siblings, parents, etc.)

Gender Neutral, Female, and Male readers. I’ll put tags depending on what type of reader it is.

Headcanons, mini scenarios, or oneshots. Little bit hesitant on oneshots but I’ll always try so dw!!

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CHARACTERS IM ACCEPTING:

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CALL OF DUTY MWII

Alejandro Vargas (YALL ARE SLEEPING ON HIM I AM OBSESSED WITH HIM)

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra (PLEASE REQUEST WITH HIM THERES BARELY ANYTHING FOR HIM)

Simon “Ghost” Riley (we all love him here)

John “Soap” MacTavish (he is so silly)

Valeria Garza (SHES SO HOT)

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick (i am in love)

Phillip Graves (the sexy single-father you see at a basketball game)

John Price (old hag)

König (shy guy)

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SPIDERVERSE

Miles Morales (nerd)

Hobie Brown (god hes so fine i was shaking in my seat while in the movie theaters)

Pavitr Prabhakar (cutie patootie shit fr)

Gwen Stacy (i will defend her with my LIFE)

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ADDITIONAL NOTES:

I will usually try to write on weekends or Friday nights. May take me a while to finish some of them up so give it some time!!

In my bio it’ll say if my requests are open or closed!!

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[btsjeonjazz]

ilysm ur blog is literally one of my faves

Meaningful sleepover

word count: 1.9k

I hope you like it anon, first fluff ever :D

Blankets and pillows?Check. Snacks and drinks? Check. The latest horror movie as well assome board games? Also check. It looked like everything was ready foryour sleepover with a bunch of crazy, but lovable dorks. A mountainof blankets and huge, soft pillows lining the big couch for comfort.You had planned to stay over at your apartment this time as it wasalmost as big as theirs and you always hang around at their home. Ateight should the boys arrive, the main food you already orderedcoming at nine, so you had enough time to prepare the movie and playone of your favourite games.

A little after eight thedoorbell rang, your steps light-footed as you opened the front doorof your apartment, a bright smile on your face.

“Hey, what’s up, y/n?”,it was Taehyung who greeted you first, embracing you shortly ere hewalked inside as if it was hishouse. The maknae doing it alike, ruffling your hair with his bunnysmile, following Tae to your living room. After Jungkook, Namjoon andJin both hugged you as well, handing you a six-pack of beer.

“Thanksguys, but take it with you”, you laughed, giving the bottles backto Jin. You turned around again, Jimin, Hoseok and Yoongi standingimpatiently in the door, the frosty weather of mid-winter howling attheir backs. “Come in, guys, it’s freezing!”, you demanded,rubbing your bare arms.

“Heysunshine”, Hoseok shot you his hugest smile, hair hidden under ablack beanie. “Everything’s ready already? Fast as ever.”

“Whodo you think I am?”, you nudged his sides as he let you go out ofhis hug. Then you greeted a smirking Jimin and lastly Yoongi. “Hey”,you said shyly, Yoongi making you nervous with his presence alone.Some time you thought that he didn’t like you as he would never warmup whenever you were around.

“Hey,y/n”, he said, faintly smiling while giving you a short, reservedhug as a greeting. His coat was covered in snow, cold under yourhands. Yoongi smelled good, his light cologne mixed with the winterscenery he came from and you felt how your heartbeat increased. Itwas always the same, heart racing, flushed cheeks if he looked atyou. Yes, you had a major crush on him, his dry humour and sarcasticcomments making you giggle all the time and his smile was so cute youcouldn’t resist it although he wouldn’t smile around you as often,unluckily.

“Yah!Stop it, Hyung”, it was Jungkook’s voice filling the apartment andwaking you from your thoughts, still touching Yoongi’s back.

“You’rehere for freaking two minutes and start to fight already? New recordguys”, you called out, taking Yoongi’s coat while he slanderedthrough your corridor to the other guys.

“Sorry,y/n”, five voices reached you at the same time while you snickeredand followed the pale guy in front of you, whose hair was damp fromthe few snowflakes in his hair. How badly you wanted to rub it dry,touch it as it looked utterly soft.. You shook your head. Focus, y/n,not a chance he likes you even a bit.

Theevening went smoothly, games always fun with the seven boys, onelouder than the other, cracking jokes and filling your quietapartment with laughter. You loved such nights, your best friendsaround you, delicious food, board games and a cozy, warm feeling offriendship, care and love roaming around the heated living room.After your first two rounds on the play station the food arrived.Then you decided to snuggle up on the couch, the movie you had chosenin your group-chat playing while the eight of you cuddled up next toeach other, you laying in the middle, feeling kind of awkward next toJungkook and Jin who constantly poked your sides or started tofrighten you while you hid slightly under your own blanket, the movietoo scary and absolutely not your favourite genre as you lived aloneand had a fear of darkness. Your imagination far too crazy to watchsuch movies constantly.

“Look,y/n, you remember the time you made us watch a fucking Bollywoodmovie? We had more than three hours of singing, dancing people whichwanted to find the love of their life, so don’t think we will let youlive tonight”, Jin explained, laughing while telling you that youbetter not fell asleep next to them. “We made plans, right Hobi?”

“Sorry,y/n”, the guy who smiled as if the sun just rose said, anapologising glance on his handsome face.

Yousighed exaggerating. “Don’t talk too much, better watch this stupidmovie.”

Andso they did, unlike you. The scenes would be the best material foryour nightmares wherefore you decided to distract yourself bywatching Yoongi as he sat motionless on the other side of the couch,next to Jimin. Why had he to be this good-looking and cute? Yousighed again, never letting the concentrated man out of your eyes.His hair was dry again, softly falling to his forehead, hands foldedin his lap while he leaned lazily against the rest of the sofa, notlaying flat as the other guys. His brown eyes were focused on thescreen of the TV before his head turned towards you. Just for asecond your eyes locked, his expression changing from loveable? tohis typical cold glare. Then his head shot towards the TV again as ifhe never intended to direct his gaze to you. But he did! Withfreaking soft eyes. Your heart raced again, feeling the blood rushinto your cheeks as you snuggled under your blanket, covering yourheated face from the others. God, you were predictable and awkwardaround him. That he didn’t notice your obvious feelings was just awonder!

Notlong after that you felt the tiredness you had in your bones duringthe day seek through your body, eyelids suddenly heavy and you weredetermined to close them just for as long as the movie lasted.

“Betterwrite with a waterproofed marker, Jimin”, Taehyung’s voice reachedYoongi’s ears, a whisper not to wake you up after you fell asleep inthe middle of the movie the other guys wanted to watch. “We couldpaint a penis like in old times.”

Agreeingcheers, quietly not to wake you, filled the room, the three youngestones around your sleeping body, discussing how to mess with yoursleeping state.

“Gotit, let’s look for one then”, snickering the three of them madetheir way to your kitchen, searching for a marker to draw obscenepaintings on your soft, blushed skin. He knew exactly that theywouldn’t stop ere you would wake up, chasing them in your staggeringstate if you would see what they did to you. It made him smile as heimagined you running after them, your messy hair standing in alldirections with a bit of your saliva dried on your shirt.

“What’reyou smiling about”, Hoseok nudged him. “Let’s see what we can doto mess with her.”

Hisbest friend stood up, circling the room ere he opened the door toyour storeroom.

“Guys,I found the best damn thing we could do to make her mad”, helaughed excited and Yoongi wondered why you didn’t open your eyes atthe noises roaring around you. As he turned to Hoseok again a creepylooking mask was in his hands, his eyebrows wiggling at the remainingthree guys on the couch.

“You’rea genius, Hobi!”, Jin jumped up, taking the mask in his hands tohold it in front of his face. “Y/n was so afraid of the bloodyscenes she would shit her cute shorts if we wake her up like this!”

Namjoonwho was quiet for a while agreed, his grin spreading from one side tothe other, dimples showing deep on his cheeks.

Washe the only one who didn’t want to mess with you? He was, but thereason he would never admit to the others. Yoongi was in love withyou head over heels the moment you stepped inside his room the nightof a party, disturbing the only place he had at least a littleprivacy in. You were clearly drunk, your short dress revealing toomuch of your soft skin, hair a wild mess of curls with the mostbeautiful face he had ever seen, a bright, apologising smile on yourangelic face. His breath got stuck as he laid eyes on you, wobblinglegs on high heels while holding onto the door to his bedroom. Youhad apologised countless times without realising that your feetdragged you to his bed, sitting down to push your heels of your feet.Yoongi had watched you, too confused to react, but as you began tospeak weird things he had to laugh and then one think topped theother until he sat next to you, holding your face in his big hands.You tasted utterly sweet, a mixture of alcohol and strawberry lipgloss as you kissed him so possessive that he got drunk on you.Addicted, but the next day you had forgotten meeting him while Jiminand Namjoon invited you over again. As weeks passed he was too far inand tried not to show you any kind of affection, pissed that you hadforgotten him, the kiss and the night you spent together.

Untiltonight. He couldn’t watch anymore as Jimin, Tae and Jungkook cameback a few pencils in their hands, Hoseok and Jin getting ready toprank you while Namjoon and Yoongi sat there watching the othersprepare to prank you.

Withoutanother word he stood up, the boys cracking up in one corner as theytold the younger ones their ideas. Yoongi walked towards you, fallingdown right beside your sleeping figure, laying his arm around you topull you closer until your head rested on his chest, his heartbeatloud enough to wake you up, the other hand brushing your hair behindyour ear. Finally he was able to touch you, maybe with the excuse toprotect you from the crazy kids, but he shielded you. Yoongi embracedyour beautiful body like he dreamt of the last months, your skinfeeling hot and right on his and he felt all eyes on him.

“Dude,what are you doing?”, Namjoon whispered, staring at Yoongi and youin his arms. “Are you a thing or what is going on?”

Yoongishrugged his shoulders. Maybe you weren’t, but he would change thatfact if you opened your eyes. He swore that he would confess, tellyou about the night you two made out and all the feelings which builtinside him for you.

“Aftertomorrow we are. Anyone who tries to touch her has to get me first”,Yoongi hissed, voice sharp, the opposite from his caressing hands,stroking over your head while his arm was around your sleeping body.He had imagined feeling you like this, but the reality was evenbetter; perfect. Not a single one of the guys tried anything afterhis confession, smirking down onto Yoongi as they already knew thatyour feelings were mutual, obvious for everyone that both of you fellin love with each other.

[hobsolostan]

Bias Tag Game

I got tagged by @hobisnovia to do this LOL should be fun 

Rules: write down the last 15 tags associated with your bias.

1.  #I FCKIGNYNGN LOVE HIM SO MYCH CHCGHHCHCHC HES PERFECT BEYEYEYEYEYEYEYEYEYYEYE

2. #LICK LICK LICK LICK#I WANNA EAT UR 🍆🍆🍆🍆 

3. #godddddddddddddddd I really love a man

4. #oh 😳#hobi I uh g2g#🤜🏼🍖

5. #bye I'm w💦t#grind on me take ur time with me

6. #choke me with ur checker patterned blanket scarf

7.  #MY BABE 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

8.  #I felt this deep in my nether regions thank u king

9.  #hobi really is 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫 THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BOY EVER 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I LOVE MY GORGEOUS STUNNING HANDSOME MAN

10.  #HE LOOKS SO GOOD IM ON THE FLOOR 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢#LOVE U BBYYYYYYYYYY

11.  #please PLS#SHOVE UR THREE INCH BROWN PUMAS UP MY POOSAAAYYYYYYYYYY#LOOK 🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢 AT HIM 🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢#MY MAN#MY LOVER#MY KING

12.  #my ANGEL BABY#:'(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((#hes so beautiful im crying

13.  #OH 😳😳😳😳😳MY GOD#HES JUST SITTING THERE BEING A KING 😳😳😳😳😳😳#THEN HES OUT WALKING IN THE STREETS 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳 LOOKING LIKE A GOD#I CANT BELIEVE HES REALLY OUT THERE 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳#AND PEOPLE R JUST WALKING BY

14.  #IM FKCINGJRNGJ ON THE FLOOR I AM DED

15.  #h-hello#ohhhh señor joséok let's make like space jam and hump dump humpity DUNK

oh my god anyway i tag @hob-e @jayshixtape @jaystape @sugasideup

[blameblamebts]

ok so i followed you a while back bc we're in the same network and i needed more people to follow but!!!! i felt compelled to tell you today (probs bc i saw the url 'hobi-bhai' in your asks which is 👌a choice url) that the main reason I was moved to follow you was bc of the 'my jaan' tag bc fuckin SAME and also brown girls u n i t e

Brown girls unite indeed I need more BTS bindi babes pls be my friend 🤧 ALSO yes @hobi-bhai is a bomb ass url !!! U should’ve talked to me sooner tho :(