#vamp!hobie

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Hii i had this idea for so long hobie fic where he vampire something similar to my babysitter is vampire but ykw unique twist since not good at writings just wanted share this idea to everyone 🙏🏿

I am ENHALING this IDEA

I'm terrible because my first thought was Twilight!Hobie jdghjfhjg (I will never not be a Twihard and I'm being unironic those movies and books are so good but SO FUNNY)

You think he's just a cool punk guy who only goes out at night and a gentleman who always asks if he can come inside

FINALLY Vampires that are just Victorian Era!!

I SCREAM for vamp!Hobie - who says Miguel is the only one who gets fangs? Who????

Imagine ethical kind Hobie always asking to feed first and never wanting to hurt you or take too much and he always gives your aftercare afterwards for the lightheadedness.

I MEAN....AM I RIGHT

[purplecrowdraws]

How many do you recognize?

[v-a-m-pxe]

♡WELCOME

♡first post for you thirsty bebes

-sexy vamp☆

[the-kr8tor]

could i get garlic cloves and a ❣️ for hobie? r is trying to sneak him somewhere as a bat. or maybe sneak him out of animal control or smth? -@thesevenofstaves

YEEESSS MORE VAMP HOBIE!!! I wrote this with IPOB in mind, I hope that's okay! Thank you, bestie 🩷

Pairing: Vampire! Hobie Brown X fem! Reader

Word count: 1.3 k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Set around my vampire Hobie series (In pursuit of blood), CW blood, mockumentary AU, Wwdits AU, Fluff!

In Pursuit of Blood fic

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

“So yeah, that's how I found out that my great aunt was a succubus—” you stop talking suddenly, blinking, eyes roaming around the walls of Hobie's mansion. The camera crew follows you as you look under the couch and even peek inside the grand piano. “Do you guys fucking hear that?”

The camera shakes its head. You look at it weirdly, “you could just say no, Jason, like a normal person—” you gasp, “there it is again!” You frantically move books from the bookshelves, making the crew dodge oncoming hardbounds. “Is this a prank? Am I getting punk’d right now?!” You scream, footsteps heavy as you trudge along the big living room, tossing and turning things around. “Hobie! Where the fuck did you put the speakers you mythical bloodsucking straw!”

You suddenly straighten up, finger scratching your ear, eyes turning from confusion to amusement. “Oh you fucking idiot!” You guffaw, palm slapping your knees in laughter. The crew look at each other, not knowing what to do when their subject turns cuckoo. “Okay, I'll—” you breathe for air, tears in your eyes as you laugh. “I'll save you, you big ancient baby.” Nodding, you roll your eyes, “fine, I'll be subtle. No explosions, yep…wait not even a little? I bought this new thing from amazon— yeah okay, bye! Close the fucking link I don't want you in my brain!”

Your shoulders sag, smiling at the befuddled camera crew. “Good news I'm not crazy! That was Hobie talking to me telepathically and he— you know what, I should just show you what he wants.” You beckon them over to the front door while you put on your jacket and take your keys. “It's called the mind gift,” based on the producer's eyes, you already know that she was about to ask you the question. “You get old enough, you start getting different abilities. Don't ask me how, that's just the way it is with vampires.”

The camera hard cuts to you driving in your new kia. In the corner of the shot you can see the camera man's hand gripping tightly around his seatbelt as you drive recklessly, like you just learned how to drive yesterday. Or you just knew what a car is.

“Relax,” you say, smiling sweetly at the camera even though you pass a red light. “No one's even on the road this late at night. So calm down.”

Hobie's voice once again appears in your mind, ‘hurry up, love, I think this chihuahua next to my cage wants me. And it's not the hunger type of want.’ You snort at his comment. ‘Please? I'll make it worth your while.’ he says with flirty undertones, making you roll your eyes, cheeks warm.

The camera visibly shakes. The mic picks up a faint ‘I’m gonna die.’ The crew following behind you with their own van can barely keep up with you. They pity Jason right now.

“Okay, listen.” You start, the car is zooming past the road beyond the speed limit. “Hobie wanted to hunt some poor rich sap but,” there's rapid honking around you, “something happened, he wouldn't tell me exactly what, so he had to get out quickly and turn into his vampire form. Now animal control caught him at the park because he was too hungry to return to his form.” The car suddenly screeches to a halt, making Jason the camera man almost fly off his seat.

You park your car at an animal control center, the camera zooms in your determined face. “Operation: save my idiot vampire roommate has begun.” Your head quickly swivels towards Jason who seems like all the colour on his face has gone. “Don't fuck this up for us, Jason.” You point at his still chest.

You exit your car with the slam of the door. The rest of the crew follow closely behind you as you enter the animal control center with an uncanny smile that has the front desk worker perturbed.

“Hi, this might sound weird—”

“What's up with the camera crew, lady?” The man asks, blinking away the bright lights, weirded out by the whole situation.

“Oh, we're making a documentary.”

“About what?” The man brightens up, subtly fixing his hair with his hand.

“Uh…” you look at the crew for answers, they're not helping with their empty looks. “...About bats, yeah, bats. We're from national geographic actually.” You hear Hobie in your head ‘national geographic? Really, love? You don't look like the Steve Irwin type. Although, you'd look good in some khaki shorts.’ Blinking him away, you continue to convince the man. “And one of our bats escaped from their enclosure. You see that man over there?” Raising your finger to point at Jason, you accuse him as he stands there awkwardly. “His name is Hobie,” Hobie's laughter in your mind echoes. “And he's an idiot y’know, he's a nephew of our director so we just had to take him in. You get me?”

The man in the front desk nods, judging ‘Hobie.’ “Yeah, I know the type.” He whispers to you. “We have someone like him here too.”

You nod in understanding. “They're not the brightest, right?” Hobie's cackling laughter buries deep in your mind, almost making you laugh too. ‘you're making me have it, huh?’ Jason frowns at you while he zooms in your apologetic face.

Tapping the desk, you smile at the man again. “So! Our bat, please?”

“I'd ask for papers like usual but I'm too lazy.” Now it's you judging the man. “If you can get him from the back yourself without getting rabies then you're free to take him.”

“Yeah, okay.” You shrug, and you hear Hobie breathe a sigh of relief. Opening the doors, you're greeted by a dozen small animals, all angrily calling out to you. “Wow, this reminds me of my cousin's room!”

Your eyes roam over the cages, looking for a familiar bat. The producer points at a bat on your right, she has her hand on the lock but you stop her midway. “That's clearly not him. Good try though.” The bat squeaks, lunging at the cage, almost biting the producer's hand.

Hobie's voice calls out to you, then you see a black bat with large wings rattle its cage. That's Hobie alright. “Aww,” you tease, “is it just me or you look extra adorable right now?”

‘Open the bloody door!’ Hobie telepathically screams at you, continuing to rattle at his cage. Squeaking angrily. You guess that he's starving now that he has tossed being sweet.

“In a minute.” You say, pulling out your phone to take numerous pictures of him. There's selfies of you with the angry bat, and even a group picture of the crew and bat Hobie. With one final click of the camera, you finally open the cage.

Hobie comes flying off towards your face, clinging to you, claws holding on to you and his tiny bat body covering your entire head. ‘Thank you, lovie.’ He says in your mind, his tiny fanged face nuzzling you sweetly. The camera crew takes numerous angles of the whole ordeal. ‘Take me home, ‘m hungry.’

“Will you let go of my face first?” Your voice is muffled by his fuzzy bat body.

‘nah, you're too comfortable.’

“No blood for you then.” You warn, and it works as he reluctantly moves over to your shoulders instead. ‘Fine,’ he grumbles, squeaking disappointedly.

Waving goodbye to the front desk who again stares at you all confused, you have successfully rescued your idiot vampire roommate. Placing him on your passenger seat, he shakes his head when you coax him into turning back to his form.

Jason records from the backseat, eyes flicking from you and the agitated bat. He knows exactly what's about to happen.

“What am I supposed to do? Let you drink from me again?”

There's a bout of silence, and then Hobie the bat nods his tiny head.

With a huff, you give him your hand to bite into. “One sip, Hobie, enough to turn you human.” He nods, mouth opening to take a bite. You look over your shoulder towards the camera. “Cut the fucking camera, Jason.”

Hobie sinks his teeth into you just as the camera shuts off. But not the mic though.

[juineri]

been swamped with uni projects but i wanted to doodle more vamp hobie before halloweens over where im at hehe

[eyesxxyou]

𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞!𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❝ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❞ blood, biting, penetrative sex, vamp!hobie

Vampire!Hobie who’s your mated pair. It’s frowned upon for humans and vampires to mate but Hobie was never one to worry himself with such arbitrary rules such as who he can and can't mate with. He does what he wants with who he wants where he wants and that's the end of it.

Vamp!Hobie who thinks your blood tastes best when you're aroused. All that blood pumping, adrenaline rushing through your veins, a chemical concoction that leaves you tasting sweet to the tongue and able to handle more of your blood being taken. He kisses at your neck, able to feel the pulse of your veins and arteries against his lips that hide fangs that mean you nothing but harm.

Vamp!Hobie who slides his hand into your pants and strokes you with nimble fingers that mean to please. He begs. “I won't take much. Jus’ a lil’.” Fangs press but don't break skin, not yet. He waits for your permission even if it means exercising and unbearable amount of control. You smell sweet, he can almost get a phantom taste of you on his tongue.

Vamp!Hobie who sinks his teeth into the junction where your neck meets your shoulder the moment you give him the go ahead. His fingers play with you, keep you nice and pliable like putty in his hands while he takes what he needs. You’re moaning, maybe from pain, maybe from pleasure, his fingers doing wonders where you need him most.

Vamp!Hobie who fucks you as he feeds, tongue lavishing over your bleeding wound while he cock works it's way inside you, making space for himself within your soft, warm body. His hands caress you to calm you down, each pass of his tongue soothing the stinging pain of where his teeth had once punctured your skin.

“Hobie~” You cry softly, nails grappling into his dark skin. His hips rock into yours, his hands grasping your thighs to make them hook over his narrow hips, fingers digging into muscle that clamp down upon his waist.

Vamp!Hobie who tries to make quick work of it but he can't help himself. Your neck is littered in bloody red kisses before his tongue passes over your wound again. You’re sweet and savory and the perfect mixture of arousal and adrenaline leaves him delirious. “So good.” He hums in the baritone of a voice, hips rutting with a fervor that leaves you desperately clamoring onto him for support.

Vamp!Hobie who loves it when you bite him back, when you sink your far blunter teeth into his shoulder to muffle your cries of pain as his teeth tear skin. He loves the way you salivate over his skin, drool dripping down his shoulder. And when you release him with wet lips, you leave the firm outline of your teeth in his flesh which he wears with pride until it heals up.

Vamp!Hobie who bites you again just as you reach the peak of your orgasm, when your blood tastes the very best. You’re messy and sticky with cum smeared across your skin. He hums softly. “Jus’ a lil more.” He’s insatiable, hungry for the ambrosia of your body. He knows just the right amount to take. He knows what you can handle.

Vamp!Hobie who bites and bites and bites until you’re littered with them, trembling in his arms. Each one earning it's own time with his tongue. Each one heals with enough time, thanks to the healing properties of his saliva but you’re bloodied and shaking on his cock and he knows you’re done for tonight.

Vamp!Hobie who takes tender care of you after. He patches up the wounds that didn't heal completely and supplies to you food and water to replenish your strength. When it’s all said and done, he comes and holds you with a tender warmth while you fall asleep in his arms.

[prettyfilmz]

got some upcoming thirst for y’all: tattoo and piercer! hobie for my spider punk girlies and miguel o’hara x black cat! reader for my spider vamp girlies 💗

[dollsque]

🌸 Happy Anniversary-BDAS!Hobie

“You DARE question my hair…COWBOY?!”

que “Il Vento D'oro” by Yugo Kanno here

finally finished the first one LMAO

opin!hobie in the next one is gonna be like: "FOR THE LAST TIME, THIS ISN'T ABOUT THE HAIR!1!!111! And at LEAST I'm even able to put on my HAT!"

and then dad!hobie's gonna be like: "guys! think of the children!!" *already getting ready to disarm them with his webs*

older!hobie: "i think we should all just calm down. this is supposed to be a fun, celebratory event for katy-"

"shhhhh! it's getting to the best part!" -vamp!hobie with popcorn and then he looks at his camera crew: "you're getting this, right? since you guys wanted to BE here so badly, make sure to get every shot so i can have entertainment later.

“i GOTTA take pictures and videos to show y/n! and that vampire dude looks sick. i’m gonna have them make me a design off this!” ttn!hobie (somewhere in the back eating food)

fae!hobie: *was peacefully decorating the “ball” place with more flowers and is now having a similar idea as dad!hobie, thinking of a way to disarm them with his vines*

spy(?)!hobie: *silently watching from a distance*

based off the fanfics made by @the-kr8tor ! please support her and read her fanfics because they are literally to DIE for.

happy anniversary even though im technically late <3

[13keithxpidge13]

Gasp wait y'all...vampire Hobie and vampire hunter Miles. I'M COOKING

set in modern times where Miles is assigned to kill the vamp who has been known to hang around pubs and night clubs, often targeting police officers or those who work in positions of political power.

He goes undercover when they finally get a hit on him and Miles is immediately sent to where Hobart Brown was last seen, a night club only a few blocks away from HQ. Just his luck because it's an easy area to blend in without being noticed and kicked out for having a bunch of sharp objects on him.

Miles just mingles inside the night club for a little while, being polite and having a few shots, being careful not to get too buzzed when, all of a sudden, he's glancing to his side and he freezes when he spots a man right beside him.

That man...Miles didn't even sense him. Didn't even hear anything until Miles noticed him.

This...this was the vamp he was looking for. Had to be. No one could escape Miles' spidey-sense, as he liked to call it, without being a supernatural being of some sort, a supernatural being like a /vampire/, the only creature that could sneak up on him undetected.

The vamp must've known who he was because he grins down at him with a cheeky smile, fangs glistening in the blue and purple lights for Miles to get the perfect view of.

"Hello, love," Hobie Brown greets. "This place don't seem like a place for someone as cute as you ta' be venturin' 'round in."

Miles swallows thickly and ever so slowly reaches for the metal stake attached to his hip, hidden behind his coat. "Yeah, well," He huffs a little to joggle his nerves. "Needed a change in scenery."

"Mmm, I'm sure, lovely," The vamp downs a shot in a second. "Ya' wanna do this right now? Or do ya' wanna see where the night takes us? 'Cause, I have ta' say, be a shame to kill ya'. Yer quite pretty. Bet ya' taste even betta', little hunter."

Miles scoffs and curses himself even as his cheeks darken in color but, his hand slowly retracts from his blade.

"...I'll give you thirty seconds to get to the rooftop," He says. "Else I'm killing you right here, right now."

Hobie laughs sharply and his eyes glow red.

"Oh, yeah," He breathes and stands up straight. He tilts his head and his teeth seem even sharper up close. Hobie chuckles at him.

"I'll get a taste of ya' befo' the night's over, love."

Miles grins right back at him.

"We'll see."

[purplifield]

🪻👻| I’m a vamp then

Thanks for 150 followers 🩷🥰 pretty short and like not too much depth in the smut part I am sou sorraay

Kinktober

KW: Period sex, pretty vanilla, praise, shower sex.

“Luv? You about to take a shower?” Hobie peaked his head in as he looked around the room to check you out. You turned and nodded, but mistake understood; Hobie got inside to, his eyes glimmering with joy

“Hobes, I don’t think…” you said as you were already in the shower, about to turn on the water. Did he forget? The whole day, did he forget you were whining about cramps?

“Yeah? You know what helps with cramps? Sex” he smiled as he undressed and soon was next to you. The hot water running down both your bodies, he slowly kissed your neck.

Minutes after ten of minutes he got you readied up, spazming around nothing when his fingers left your cunt, the substance on his fingers washed away in seconds by the water.

In general, this was one of those only times he would handle you gently, his touch soft as he thrusted slowly. It was animalistic, rather him being more vocal, comparing to you even.

He would work up your orgasm slowly, surely. Holding you in place, as your legs shook muttering “good girl, took me so perfect, Hm?” And bunch more words as he kissed up back of your neck and shoulder.

[solitude4chiron]

Carry me home..

Miles-42 x Black Reader

About: You and miles smoke together while braiding his hair

A/N: I think this will be a one shot tbh, I’m honestly writing anything rn so apologies if this ain’t my best 😪😪

“Im home ma” Miles yelled from inside of the living room, bringing in flowers like how he did every other day knowing there was no space for them.

You had took his hair out yesterday night and promised to braid his hair today. His coils framed his sharp face drooping over his forehead. Before you could even get up from your bed and put your joint down, he was in the smoke filled doorway.

“Damnn smoking without me? Estoy lastimado princesa” (I’m hurt princess) He laughed placing the flowers on your desk before changing his clothes.

“Didn’t think you’d be home so early sorry baby” you smiled before kissing his brown lips.

After he changed his clothes and got settled on the bed, you bounced up from your spot on his chest and ran to the bathroom. When you came back there were 2 combs and edge control in your hand. 

Your mom had taught you how to braid since you were 5. You braided your baby dolls hair while she did yours. It was a love language to gift someone beauty through their hair. So you carried it over to your boyfriend who let you play in his hair whenever.

“You ready?” 

“Always” he said scooting back into your open legs resting his head between them. “Tryna spark up? Again..” He said sarcastically trying to get a laugh out of you.

“Sure miles”

After every few minutes he would lean his head back and pass you the joint. Watching you take hits was his favorite thing ever, the way your lips opened to ghost and exhale. The way your eyes lowered and merged into your lashes. He loved it. Your window was open and orange streetlights poured through, illuminating the already candlelit room. Plus tonight your boyfriend didn’t come home at 3 am, so it was automatically a good night.

“I’m gonna try something new today ok? It’s gonna look amazing I promise”

“confío en ti” (I trust you)

After a few braids you threw yourself back onto the bed needing a quick break, miles stood from his spot and laid next to you. Kissing your forehead repeatedly to show his appreciation.

“Tired? That za got you sleepy huh” he laughed tracing your nose with his fingers.

 “I thought you said you could take it? This what you wanted right?”

“What are we talking about right now..” You responded making a dirty joke, miles rolled his eyes sarcastically knowing he didn’t mind.

“boy sit back down”

“Yes ma’am”

About half an hour your later hands started resting lighter and lighter on his head. Getting more tired with every braid you finished. Luckily you were on the last braid for the night.

“I’m done babe” you said through barely open lips 

“Well your coming with me to see them” miles said picking you up from the bottom of your thighs and draping your head over his shoulder. 

When you got to the bathroom you both looked into the mirror with red eyes. He admired the designs in the side of his head in awe.

“How did you do this y/n what the fuck?!” 

“You like it?” 

“I love it hermosa, let’s get you in bed though.”

When you and miles were in bed his favorite thing to do was press himself into you. You didn’t mind if it kept you two warm through the night. Before drifting into sleep you felt something poke your butt making you flip your body over, locking eyes with your boyfriend.

“Your nasty as hell miles” you laughed 

“My bad, you looked good tonight”

“Stay on that side of the bed please…” you said sarcastically pushing him away and rolling your eyes.

& that’s all thanks 4 reading 🫶🏾 + that vamp hobie fic is done I’m just hesitant on dropping it so gimme a minute 😭

[ash-usual]

Some vamp hobi ft. 2seok in the corner

[ryannklovesart]

"Name's Hobie.. Hobie BROWN‼️‼️" ~ intro post

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[writer-and-lover]

Boot-Shaped Bruises

Kinktober Day 3: Boot Worship | Bukakke. Genital torture (not extreme, some hard grinding), drool, degradations, general perverseness from reader.

Tw: British Slang

Hobie Brown’s concerts truly encompassed the sort of person he was. They were bright, colourful in so many different ways that they usually left you dazed. Set up in a small underground venue, it’s cosy and relaxed despite the crowd and the noise. Posters litter the walls, pictures of different bands and artists who’ve played before. In the middle of one wall, you can see Hobie’s band poster clearly. You’d made them yourself. Two pillars frame the stage, each one covered in heaps of stickers and doodles. Small standing areas surround the stage, capable of holding maybe a hundred or two hundred people. The stage itself is slightly elevated, made of solid flooring covered in a black carpet. The instruments are all set up already, with the exception of any basses or guitars the groups may be using. Behind the stage, several large speakers hang from the ceiling, with smaller ones wrapping around the room to create a gorgeous noise-surrounding experience. It’s high quality, despite being on the smaller side. You’d know, since you were the one to pick it.

You know the roster like the back of your hand at this point. You’d memorised it beforehand since you were too excited to sleep. The opening band were good at what they did, music catchy and with an amazing beat. Good enough to get the crowd hyped up. There would be several other opening artists on stage, which gave you enough time to see-

“Early bird, I see.”

Hobie. He was one of the first artists you’d met when you began coordinating. He was tall and skinny, but somehow he made it work. It didn’t make him seem awkward at all, instead making him seem elegant. Smooth. He was wearing his signature wicks. The collar around his neck was spiked, as well as his jacket. He also seemed to have spiked bicep arms, which you haven’t seen before. His whole outfit is definitely raised to max on the street punk sub-style. What caught your eye though, was the new boots he sported. A simple, gorgeous black colour; the boots came up to his mid-calf. They had chains replacing any buckle or lace, which was uncharacteristic of him. The leather was smooth with a matte finish. On each side, it had decorative belt buckles that kept each chain up. Most interestingly of all, the chains had large spikes in the middle of them. The vamp of the heel had an extra piece of glossy black leather, designed in the shape of a flame with rough stitching all around it. Definitely done by hand. They were- they were weirdly sexy on him. Boosting his height (albeit, unnecessarily) whilst also finalising his entire punk look.

“Of course, I had to beat the crowds to make sure everything was up ‘n’ runnin’,” you comment. Your eyes still haven’t strayed from the boots. The heel counter seems to also have a matching flame design. How cute. “I see you went to that cobbler I recommended you.”

He looks down at his boots, raising his foot up so you can look at the sole. It’s got symmetrical ridges.

“Yeah, he was a real nice bloke. Gave me a discount ‘cause I told him you sent me.”

You hum. “Yeah, we’re close like that.” You check some things on your clipboard, before looking at Hobie again. “Maybe later you can show me those boots more close up.”

He stares at you for a beat. His eyes look intense, or maybe it’s just the kohl he applied on his waterline. You stare at each other for a moment, before he smiles. He looks wicked, like he’d planned something.

“Why wait? There’s a tiny little changing room backstage that I’m sure can fit us both.”

You gape at the insinuation. If you were a stronger person, you’d probably say no outright. Call him crazy and leave him in the middle of the crowded venue to hide your flustered reaction. But you weren’t. Instead, you considered it. Instead, you thought about having him so close to you. Instead, you winced knowing you wouldn’t fight back.

“Hobie I-, the shows about to start in five minutes! I need to supervise it y’know that-”

“The opening show doesn’t need constant supervision, c’mon darling,” he coos, “just gimme 15 minutes. Give you a good look at these kicks. Won’t take long at all.”

You groan. God, you’re so weak to those dark eyes of his.

“I’m giving you ten, you bloody slag.”

He grins, grabbing you by the arm. He drags you through the crowd, uncaring for how many people he pushes past or steps on in his hurry to get to the room. You apologise as he drags you, cringing at the annoyed murmurs you get. As you get closer to the backroom, you pass the stage. He waves at his bandmates, who begin wolf-whistling and cheering on as soon as they saw you right behind him. The red curtain looms ahead, and you have half the mind to change your mind and run away. You’d been flirting with each other for months, but you never thought- you didn’t think you’d ever-

He shoves you in the backroom, barely pulling the curtain open beforehand. He follows eagerly, smiling wide. His large hand holds you against the furthest wall, splayed out and damn near spanning the entirety of your chest. It’s a small, cramped space. Big enough to just about hold the both of you with a tiny sliver of space left. This close to his face, you can see clearly the shiny rings of his snake bites, and the spiked barbells on his eyebrows. You loved his punk style, the astounding history behind it. But you also loved how sexy he made it look. Maybe you’d always liked that bad boy style, but Hobie really took it to another level. He was such an odd combination of teasing and caring. Every teasing remark, every playful jab or comment sent your head spinning, especially when he’d follow them up with a check-up glance or a soft touch. Making sure you knew he was joking. Making sure that you were into it.

“Don’t think you’ll be able to see the boots really well from up here, yeah?”

You blink at him, mouth slightly gaping open.

“You gone daft?” 

You stammer, indignantly pushing him back slightly. He smiles, watching you raptly. Taking a deep breath, you drop to your knees. Maybe. Just maybe, you miscalculated a bit. Because now his boots are right between your thighs, way too close to your own crotch for you to feel comfortable with it. It’s true that you can see the boots better this way. And you can definitely see how clean they are, taken great care of. But…

“Have you polished them recently?”

Hobie thinks, making a face. “Nah.” He grins again, canine teeth glinting in the dim light. “You can polish them for me, no?” 

You frown, “Hobs, I don’t have any polishing materials. Hell, I don’t remember the last time I polished my own footwear-”

“Who said anything about polish?”

You blink at him, eyes furrowed. How else would you-. Oh. The realisation hits you in the face. He means for you to… to- You swallow, tilting your head down to look at his boots. Flustered as you are, it’s so- so damn tempting to do it. It’s degrading. Degenerate. Even so, you wrap your hands gently under the sole of it, feeling the weight of the boot. Of Hobie’s foot. Of his gaze. It’s so damn humiliating, you don’t want to look up at him. But you’re shameless enough to wrap your other hand around his ankle to bring the boot closer to your face. Closing your eyes, you gently lick at the leather of the vamp. It’s bitter, the taste making your boot scrunch up. But a soft nudge at your mouth with it encourages you to press your tongue harder against it on the second pass. Your body feels hot, like you’re being overcome by a lust-filled fever. You kiss the boot wetly, a strand of saliva connecting your lips to the boot. You hear a groan and you almost look up at him. But eye contact would be too much for you right now. A small movement just above your head makes you open your eyes. His hand, decked in silver rings, palms at the bulge in his pants. It’s a gentle motion, almost teasing. For both you and him. The sight makes you moan, even as you flatten out your tongue to give a broad lick to the side of the boot. Your eyes are glassy, disoriented. So focused on looking good. The small noises he makes are encouraging. You’re turning more sloppy with it, so consumed with need that thinking isn’t possible.

The boot moves out your hands, the sole pushing harshly against your face. The low laugh that comes out of Hobie's mouth sounds so mean, so cruel. It makes you pulse in your underwear. And you feel yourself pulse again when you think of the fact that you’ll probably have a mark of his boot for the whole night. God, you feel so dirty. You moan softly. The boot comes down your chest, pressing gently against it and trailing down to your crotch. He presses hard against your inner thigh, and you can clearly see the mark of his boot against your clothes. It rips a gasp out your chest, cut off by the feel of his boot bruising the opposite thigh, higher up than before. You can see where he’s going with it, and looking up, you can see his dark eyes narrowed down at you. So calculating. His grin is wiped off, and instead he’s biting at his snake bites. The sight is so hot, you feel like you’re drooling. Like a dog. You lick your lips, leaning back to give Hobie more space. All whilst spreading your legs more.

“Fuckkkk. So pretty, songbird. Gonna moan for me, yeah?”

You moan shakily, eyes squeezed shut. You’re biting harshly at your lip. Even though you can hear one of the opening artists playing outside, you’re so scared that they’ll hear you. That you’ll be depraved enough to make it known what you and Hobie are up to. 

“Thought you were going to par me when I tried dragging you here,” he admitted, “but you were so easy. You’ve been trying to chirps me, yeah? Poor thing.”

That gets a loud moan out of you. The teasing. A boot against your crotch cuts you off, instead pulling a yell out of you. The pressure is immense, almost painful. But it feels so good, especially when you grind up against it. You can’t help but get louder with each twist of your hips. 

“Shh, you’re being loud, songbird.”

He pushes your head back with the palm of his palm, dragging it down to sink two ringed fingers into your wet mouth. You moan wetly around them, drool spilling out your mouth and dribbling on your chin and down your front. You’re so messy, but Hobie doesn’t let you look away. He yanks your face back with the fingers hooked in your mouth, gently slapping your cheek when you close your eyes.

“How about you make me feel good too?”

You look at him, eyes half-lidded. You’re half gone, but God it feels good to listen to what Hobie says. So as he slips his fingers out your mouth, your hand reaches up shakily towards Hobie's trousers. He'd been kind enough to undo the many chains and complicated belt-ropes that held his trousers up at some point. But he had his normal, spiked belt still buckled. So you do the honor of wrapping shaky fingers around it, unbuckling it as fast as you can. You undo his zip and button, excited. In a perverse way, you're looking forward to mouthing at the outline of his dick through his underwear. To inhale his sweat-addled smell as subtly as you can. Except, that he's not wearing any underwear. You can see his dark skin straight away, a thick happy trail leading down to the thick hair surrounding the base of his dick. You blink up at him. 

"Going commando, Hobs?"

He smirks, grabbing you by the back of your head. 

"Just wanted to make it easier for my biggest fan. That's all."

You shiver, gently dragging his trousers and pants down to his mid-thigh, letting his dick flop down over your face. Gently, you mouth up the shaft of his dick, and shyly sink your tongue into Hobie’s foreskin to taste at his skin. He curses, grabbing at both sides of your head. You close your eyes, trusting Hobie to guide you into making him feel good. You drag your tongue against the spongy tip, moaning breathlessly at the taste. Now it’s Hobie who can’t keep his eyes open, torn between looking at the way you tease him and shutting them to enjoy it to the fullest. You wrap your lips around the exposed tip, sucking at it gently. He shudders, head falling back against the wall. His breathing is loud, ragged moans pulling straight out from his chest. The warm, wet mouth around his dick too good to be true. You inch down his cock slowly, lips stretched to accommodate his size. 

A knock to the doorframe shakes you both out of your reverie.

“Five minutes, boss!”

One of Hobie’s bandmates. It’s said full of amusement and future teasing, but it brings a curse out of Hobie.

“Fuck- I’ll be there!”

He pushes your mouth completely off of his dick, instead jerking it off rapidly right in front of you. It makes you remember that he’s still digging his foot into your crotch, although it’d loosened up some time ago. You grab his ankle with both hands and pull his boot further into your crotch, sobbing at the pleasure and pain that it brings. Your clothes are dirtied to all hell. You probably won’t be able to take the marks out of it. But that excites you. You’ll probably paint over them with some sort of dark fabric paint. The hand on the side of your head tightens, and you look up at Hobie, mouth gaping, right as he comes over your face. You flinch, closing your eyes as you feel it get on your face, in your mouth and in your hair. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He digs his boot further into your crotch, grinding it against your sensitive spots. It’s too much for you, and you come with a loud cry. You slump back against the wall, panting harshly. Hobie moves his boot away before crouching infront of you. He passes a soft cloth (some poor bastards lost shirt or something) over your face and hair, as you swallow what you got in your mouth. Your eyes open, hazy. He winces slightly, before smiling. 

“Good job, songbird.” He pats your face lovingly. “I can’t get the boot mark out though.”

You jerk up at that, mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed.

“What the fuck do you mean,” you harshly whisper, “that you can’t get the boot mark out?”

“C’mon. I’m sure noone’s gonna notice, it’s all chill, innit?” 

“You goddamn wasteman, I’m gonna KILL YOU-”

The rest of the show is a success. Hobie had managed to run out the backroom before you’d either strangled him or ripped his dick off. He strutted over to the stage, a big smile on his face. His bandmates hollered and whooped, seeing his happy demeanour. Until they saw your own, fuming face. Each one wincing and whipping their faces away, focusing instead on their instruments. The boot mark on your face was so glaringly obvious, as well as the ones all over the front of your clothes. A few patrons pointed them out to you, waggling their eyebrows at you or sending you cheeky glances.

“Ey, that’s jokes mate,” a particularly young lad cackled, wrapping his arm around you, “you and your bird being bare bait with all that here, huh?”

“Allow it.” You hissed, pushing him away. 

It was a great goddamn show.

[the-kr8tor]

Hehehhe thank you!!! Ly

Hehehehehhehehe very excited to upload this!!!!

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how do we feel about vampire hobie

I love the idea of vamp hobie ❤️ there's so many ways you can go with it. Me personally like the idea of perv Hobie who's a little obsessed with reader and creeps on you a little because he just can't help it, you smell so good and you're so blissfully unaware of all the ways he could hurt you. He doesn't want to but he knows how dangerous a creature like himself is. He's submissive to you but submissive in the way a guard dog is submissive to it's owner, fierce and aggressive but so obedient. He'd do anything for you so long as you just let him get the smallest taste of that sweet blood of yours. He won't hurt you, just keep still and it'll be over easy.

I could go on about this all day.