#vampire! hobie brown x reader

[the-kr8tor]

In Pursuit of Blood: A trip down goblin lane.

Pairing: Vampire! Hobie Brown x fem! Vampire hunter! Reader

Word count: 5.6k

Synopsis: You, an amateur vampire hunter, find it really hard to kill the one vampire you were tasked to kill.

Tags: Use of Y/N sparingly, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), same universe as the WWDITS series, CW blood, TW violence, CW suggestive, Mockumentary AU, established relationship, Fluff.

A/N: Special thanks to @al1x00 (ly fr) for the idea! Happy 1k! 🫶 (Enjoy my attempt at humor lol)

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The camera focuses on a leather clad man sitting on a patchwork armrest. His long leg is crossed over the other, metal clinking against each other when he moves. He places his elbow on the armrest, hand under his chin, ringed fingers tapping on his cheek—bored and clearly disinterested. Red eyes lined with dark eyeliner, piercings glimmering under the camera lights, sharp nails painted, he makes the crew suck in a breath.

He's the perfect picture of a rockstar.

The dimly lit gothic home provides the perfect backdrop to the ‘confession booth’, various books, knick knacks from far flung places are littered all over the living room. A grand piano stands proudly to his left, dark oak polished and well taken care off. Tapestries from the sixteenth century are tacked on the walls next to seventies and eighties band posters. His coat rack is full of jackets that look like they come from different times in history.

The producer nods at him, asking for the man's name, his voice just above a whisper so that the microphones don't catch the sound.

He sighs, jaws tighten for a second. “Name's Hobie, Hobie Brown.” His voice shakes the crew's bones. The blond haired producer clears his throat and Hobie rolls his eyes like a spoiled celebrity. “And I'm a vampire.” he says flatly.

The blond gestures for him to continue, asking him how old he is. “Fuckin' hell.” Hobie says under his breath. “Were you not taught manners? Come off it, you don't ask a vampire their age.”

The clipboard holding man, who pretends to be important, asks him why he agreed to the interview if he's so disinterested.

“Fine,” He smiles, showing his sharp fangs, the simple act makes the documentary team's heart skip a beat. “Before you say ‘m following a trend of vampires givin' interviews and a ‘peak behind the cape’ like the wankers in staten island or the lovebirds in dubai. ‘m not, ‘m only doin' this because,” he points dramatically at the clipboard holding man. “Your director told me all proceeds from this goes to charity. And it better be—”

Something thumps outside. The camera sharply turns to the closed floor length curtains.

“Oi, eyes back ‘ere.” Hobie exclaims, the camera whizzes back to his figure. “Again, vampire, been alive for…” he inhales, “a long bloody time. Been a pirate, a cowboy, hell even a rockstar. But always an anarchist.” He says proudly. “I've been rebelling against the one who bit me for centuries,” the camera zooms in on his scowl. “Hate that knobhead.”

Something falls right outside his windows, a groan and a curse sounding out, voice muffled by the walls.

The crew expects Hobie to hiss or even deal with the intruder but he smiles, posture loosening up.

“That,” he points at the source of the ruckus. “That’s a vampire hunter.” Smiling, the crew could hear a muffled ‘fuck you’ behind the walls. “She's been hunting me for a few years now. She—eh, hasn't been close.”

The cursing was louder, camera swishing towards the source, your angry face peeking out from the curtains. The boom mic captures your annoyed growl clearly as you place your face as close as possible on the glass.

“Fuck you, Hobart!”

He chuckles as the crew's face grows with concern. “Don't worry, she's—I guess bad at her job. She's interestin’ though. Y’know what, let me just show you.” He stands up, the cameras and the entire crew follows him through the hallways of his home.

The cameraman almost trips on a stray guitar on the floor. “Careful now, that was a present from some rockstar in the seventies. That's why I leave it on the floor, it works best as a boot scraper.”

Hobie stops in front of double doors, scenes of a love story are carved on the wood.

“It was a gift.” He addresses the doors, “not my first choice but where else would I put the bloody thing?” With a small push, hands braced on both doors, he reveals the expansive room lined with hundreds of paintings and photographs.

He sucks in his teeth. “The entire house is a gift, I'd rather live in a boathouse honestly but this works fine I guess.” Shrugging, he points at the oldest looking wood carving hanging on the wall. A man kneels in front of a woman, rose in his hand as she looks down at him with glee.

“Yes, that's me courting. The wood carver fucked up the scene though, it was more like me ravaging– uh” he clears his throat “…this won't show in pbs right?”

The people behind the cameras shrug as Hobie looks to them for an answer.

“I'll tone it down then, for the children, just in case.” He continues down the lineup of pictures.

Stopping by a large painting of what looks like Hobie in medieval clothing. The painted version of him is surrounded by flowers and trees. His antlers protruding from his head, webs clings to his arms.

“This was when people thought I was fae.” He makes a face, “everyone was tripping on shrooms back then.” walking towards the middle of the room, passing by a few more paintings and tapestries, He pauses on a yellowed painting of a woman who looks similar to you, only less angry.

“Look at her,” sighing, the vampire has heart eyes while looking at the painting. “this was before she was cursed by that bitcharse jealous witch. Now every descendant of hers is cursed to never harm me or any of my spawns, which is bad because they all think I killed their ancestor, and all they want is to kill me. A consequence of dating a vampire hunter during the fifteenth century, I guess.”

“The curse is a two way street, they can't kill me, I can't hypnotize them. It's not that I want to anyway.” he continues.

Another ruckus echoes throughout the house. Hobie smiles again. “I believe she doesn't know about it, so hush, yeah?” He does a double take. “Wait, can you cut that part out?”

—

The second crew runs towards you as you climb the tresses of the house. The camera lens zooms in on your clumsy climbing. Looking down, hearing leaves crunch underfoot, you yelp in surprise.

“What—?!” Losing your hold, you fall on a bush, landing directly at his wild flowers. “Ow! Who the fuck—?!”

—

Now sitting down on a lawn chair, leaves stuck in your hair, face and clothes covered in dirt, you scowl at the producer behind the camera.

Sighing, clicking your tongue, you answer their questions with another question. “Who the fuck are you guys?”

You raise an eyebrow at the words ‘documentary crew’ uttered by the producer.

“Seriously? Who would want to interview Hobart? Scratch that, is it because of those fuckers in staten island?”

A cameraman answers, ‘for charity.’

You blink in surprise, “charity? You fuckin' kidding me? Well if it's for the kids then.” sighing, you resign, looking directly at the camera with disdain, you say your first name. “And I'm a vampire hunter, I mean obviously I am just looking at all the stakes and holy water strapped to me. I look like I'm very fun at parties.” You say jokingly, “and church, probably. Dunno never been.”

The camera cuts back to Hobie still in the large room full of paintings and memorabilia.

“— I didn't do anythin’ wrong. They're absolutely mad at me for no reason—” he stops, thinking. “But I guess I was the reason their family was cursed innit?”

He changes subjects, showing the camera a painting near the end of the room.

“Oh this? This is when her great great great great grandfather almost got me, memories huh? He was mighty fit.” The crew zooms in on a gorgeous painting of a man trying to put a stake through Hobie's heart while he smiles up at him like he's smitten.

“Good times.” He chuckles.

—

“Fuck this.” You say, standing up from the chair, grabbing the mic off from your shirt abruptly. The camera follows you as you grab the lawn chair that you were just sitting on. You then proceed to throw it at a stained glass window. Giving you entry to his abode.

“It was gaudy anyway.” Entering the house, your shoes crunch the broken glass.

—

“Huh, she's inside. That's a record.” Hobie says almost excitedly. “I'll show you the rest of the room after this—.”

The double doors burst open, the camera swivels to you and the camera crew behind you. Holding a stake, you scowl at Hobie.

“Hello, darling, how was your commute?” He genuinely smiles.

“I have a car now, fuck you!” You lunge at him.

Lightning fast, he grabs your wrist right before the stake kisses his chest. The camera crews film on the sides, avoiding getting hit themselves.

“Good for you, finally saved up then?”

Lifting your legs, you kick his chest, you tumble, landing on your feet, staring at him menacingly. “Yes! It's a kia!” you scream before you run full speed at him.

“You got a good deal on it? Automatic or manual?”

“No!” You swing at him, he dodges. “I think I got swindled!” Kick “And it's a manual!” Punch “I’m not a pussy!”

Hobie clicks his tongue, avoiding the pointed edge of the stake. “Point ‘em to me, love, maybe I can get you your money back.”

Stepping back further away, you pause while he stands at the end of the room. Changing your hold on the sharp wood, you throw it at him, he leans slightly, dodging the projectile. it hits the wall right next to your ancestor’s portrait.

“You'll just drink him dry like the last guy!”

He shrugs, making a face that makes you want to punch him harder. “Not my fault he was a knobhead.”

You bounce on your feet, pouncing at him. “He was my dentist!”

He moves to the side, seeing you running towards one of the paintings, in danger of getting smashed by you. In his panic, he raises his arm to stop you, accidentally clothes lining you. His wall-like arm hits you right on your face.

Falling harshly on the floor, you're completely unconscious.

Hobie looks at the cameras with concern. “Shit.”

—

You wake up on an ancient looking couch, it's soft despite its appearance. Lifting your head with a groan, headache punching through the back of your head, you grimace loudly at the camera crew still filming in the corner.

Falling back on the couch, you hide your flustered face with your arm, pulling the blanket further up your chest.

“I promise I'm not that bad at fighting.” You murmur, still hiding your face from the cameras. “You just caught me at a bad time.”

Hobie suddenly appears with a whoosh, he holds a metal tray with tea and a hot compress placed on it.

“Who's giving you a bad time?”

You audibly groan. “No one.”

He places the tray on the coffee table, sparing a quick glance at the camera. “I caught you lackin’ you're not always that bad. Tea?”

Wordlessly reaching up, you flip him the bird. Hobie smiles softly, tapping your legs to give him space on the settee. The documentary crew is surprised that you actually move to give way to him.

He sits by your legs, preparing your tea just like how you always take it. Two sugars and a dash of milk. The entire production staff is perplexed to say the least.

With a clink of the tea spoon against the cup, you sit up, wincing slightly. “Can I get another sugar cube?”

Hobie raises a brow, “it's that kind of day huh? What's bothering you, love?”

You scoff, taking a cube for yourself then plopping it in your tea cup. “Nothing.”

He flicks his eyes at the camera with a knowing glance. Resting his elbow atop his thigh, chin placed on his hand, he pokes at your leg using his foot. Wordlessly having a conversation. With a sigh and a frown, you sip at your tea.

“Ex kicked me out. Now I'm living with the family again.”

Hobie's nonchalance drops, hand instinctively reaching out to you until he realizes what he's doing, he retracts his hand back.

“Shit, ‘m sorry. Their loss.”

“Mm-hmm, consequences of living with someone you've only dated for three months.” You finish your drink in one gulp. “‘sides, I don't have to pay rent anymore.”

“You've got shitty taste in partners.” You snort, half agreeing with him. “But you have to live with your psycho family so there's that.”

You laugh, the camera zooms in on Hobie's pleased expression.

“They're tolerable now, mellowed out after they took out count Belois.” You look at Hobie, copying his position like a mirror.

“He was an arse, did all of us a favour.” he stares at your eyes while the camera continues to film, yet you two don't seem to notice them anymore.

“Yeah, wish I was there though.” You say in a small voice. “They never invite me to those hunts. Always left watching outside.”

Hobie reaches towards you again, this time he actually holds you. Long fingers curling around your wrist, his thumb rubbing gently. “If only they know how hard you could kick.”

“You barely moved when I kicked you.” Chuckling, your eyes sparkle under the dim lights.

“Well it's me,” he inches closer to you in the seat, knee brushing against yours. “But if it was any other vampire out there they would have flown.”

You scrunch your face. Laying your hand down to your thigh, Hobie intertwined his fingers around yours properly this time. The camera captures the confusing scene.

“Because they turned into a bat?”

He grins, showing you his teeth, you don't even flinch. “Nah, because you kicked ‘em too hard. Did you hit your head that hard?” Knocking his knuckles against your temple softly, you move back like lightning has struck you.

“No, I'm actually okay, thanks.” You take your hand away, eyes flitting nervously at the camera then to Hobie. “I gotta go, dinner with the psycho family.” Standing up, you take your belongings from the floor. “You know how it is.”

He looks up at you with an unreadable expression, “yeah, I know how it is.” He says forlornly.

Patting his shoulder awkwardly, your hand lingers for a half second. “Bye,” you stare at the crew in the corner, “bye to all of you, I guess. Don't get eaten.”

The camera pans towards Hobie who just shrugs, fangs poking out of his lips.

—

Hobie eats alone in his empty dining room. The table is long, made of strong narra, designed to sit a dozen or so people. He sits in the head of the table, utensils scraping against the bloodied plate. His goblet is full, untouched.

He looks up at the camera on the other side of the table, observing his every move.

“The table's a gift too.” He says before continuing to eat silently.

—

The camera follows Hobie throughout his day. Roaming aimlessly around the house, he floats above the ground, hand and feet sticking on the wall while he dusts pictures that's placed on the highest shelf.

In the afternoon, he writes music on his piano while he flashes back and forth towards the drums and guitar, testing the music he wrote.

The crew captures Hobie burying something in the backyard. Jacket off, tank top and bare arms in full display. Moonlight illuminating his skin. His necklaces clink together as he shovels in dirt, packing the hole in tightly. The producer asks something about familiars and Hobie scowls at the word.

“No, just no. ‘m fully against havin’ familiars, it's fuckin' wrong.” He sticks the shovel harshly on the soil when the producer questions him again. “Ask me again and you'll be the one ‘m burying next.”

The camera shuts off abruptly.

—

The small supermarket's repetitive jingle from the nineties irks Hobie as he shops for some meat. But what irks him more is the documentary crew finding him especially after he went out of his way to hide from them.

He tosses a box of your favourite tea in the basket, annoyed at the team behind the cameras and boom mics. “Do the lot of you have a tracker on me or somethin’?” Shaking his head, he stomps down the aisle, heavy boots thudding loudly on the floor.

With his leather jacket plus all the metal and spikes on him, Hobie looks like a regular punk shopping for groceries. But if you looked closer, stayed too long in his presence, your flight or fight response kicks in, rendering anyone frozen on the spot.

His ruby eyes scan around the soap display, trying to ignore the cameras and people trailing after him, he gets a whiff of a familiar scent: strawberries and cream, it's you.

Hobie's feet move on its own, carrying him towards your direction. He spots you standing in the fruit section, weighing a watermelon in your hands, knocking on it then listening to the sound closely like you're trying to eavesdrop.

“What's the watermelon saying?”

“Christ!” You jump, dropping the watermelon.

Thankfully he catches it before the fruit splatters on the linoleum. “Just me, love.”

Clutching your chest, you take deep breaths. “I thought I smelled something rotten.” He raises a brow at your comment. “What are you doing here? This is far from your place.”

“First of all, I smell like sandalwood and fresh linen, fuck you.” You snort, rolling your eyes. “And ‘m tryin' to avoid them.” He points behind him, towards the cameras.

“Augh, they're still following you?”

“Apparently I signed a contract, it's not a one time thing.” He places the watermelon back to the crate, taking one that is riper and sweeter just for you. He then gently drops it in your cart, you nod a thanks.

“I told you before don't sign anything when you're drunk off of alcohol filled blood.”

“You're right, lovie, should've listened to you. Can't blame me when I only hear music whenever you open your pretty mouth.” He leans on your cart nonchalantly, giving you his signature smirk that has people falling over themselves for centuries.

“That's not much of a compliment.” You grimace, unaffected by his charm. “Listen, since we're in a public place I'm not gonna try to kill you so please get off my cart, I've got some shopping to do.” Shaking the trolley, he leans away, dismayed. “Also, the owner seems to like me, which is rare enough, so I don't want to ruin my relationship with the old lady. Shoo, Hobart, I'm off the clock.”

“You've got two people who like you now. One more than the other, I suppose.”

You narrow your eyes towards the vampire. “Who's the second one.”

Hobie walks backwards, arm wrapped around his basket, smile blinding everyone in its vicinity. “Me, darling, isn't it obvious?”

The bright fluorescent lights shouldn't do him any favours but by god, he looks amazing under it.

You don't answer, the camera zooms into your hands gripping the handles of the shopping cart, chest heaving, swallowing thickly.

He leaves, going towards the cashier to pay for his groceries. And you spot a sign that's labeled ‘50% off on garlic!’ you glare at the camera, pushing the cart towards the display.

—

Hobie sits on his work table, pieces of a TV are jumbled out on the table as he tinkers with them. His hands shake slightly, he should really feed.

“—‘m pretty good with technology, not like the other vampires. I've adapted well with—” he sniffs, “wait, what's that smell?”

He opens the door to find thousands of garlic circling around his house, “what—?”

“Tada!” You pop out from the side, hands carrying bushels of garlic, no doubt smelling like it too. “Wait, no, not tada, that's in poor taste because you hate them.”

Hobie gags at the smell, eyes watery and irritated. “This is a bad idea!” He rubs at his eyes, tears fully streaming on his cheeks.

“Why? Because it's working?!” You cackle, throwing the vegetable like confetti, one lands right on top of your head.

“Because it attracts—!”

You screech when you feel a sharp tug at your coat. A little green creature shrieks at you, the sound rings your eardrums, almost breaking the boom mic. Its eyes are dark and glassy, ears pointed, teeth sharp.

“A Goblin?!” Falling on your ass, you crawl backwards, watching as more and more of them appear from the bushes.

“I'm a goblin.” The one with a worn out party hat says, voice cracking like foil.

“What are you a Pokémon?!”

Hobie runs after you as fast as he can with the garlic hindering him. “Get inside!” He yells, dragging you towards the door. His hands sizzle atop your arms, the garlic searing his skin.

The creatures skidaddles towards you, towards the smell of garlic. Waves upon waves of green skitter and crawl on all limbs, eyes hungry, mouths agape.

“Hobie!” You hold on to his wrists as the ground scratches your back. Kicking an incoming goblin, you yelp as the door closes at the nick of time.

Claws scratch at the windows and walls. One of them even bangs its head hard on the glass just to get to you.

Hobie hides you behind him, eyes still stinging and skin aflame. “Get to the basement!” He screams when one breaches the house with glass shattering. “Go!”

Running down, Hobie lets you and the crew go first. He grabs a cutlass from the wall, chopping one that comes a little too close to your leg.

You look back at him with worry. “Hobie!”

“I'll be there! Just go!” He grabs one by the neck, throwing it away haphazardly.

It yells a faint ‘whee’ as it sails through the house.

Reaching the large basement, you search for the light switch, a cameraman beats you to it and you yelp at the sudden brightness.

The basement is full of things from different centuries. An iron maiden lays discarded on the corner, its steel rusted and brown. A sculpture of a woman sits on a shelf, it looks like it's a long lost work of Rodin. There's a large tapestry depicting a vampire war that is now collecting dust on the wall.

But the thing that catches your eyes is the massive metal cage that sits in the middle of the room. You would gawk but the swarm of goblins are nearing the basement. The familiar thumping of boots shakes you with relief.

“Cage!” Hobie grabs you effortlessly, you have no time to react as he carries you like a duffel bag by your waist.

The crew follows frantically, closing the metal doors shut behind them just as the swarm gets close. They shriek and bang on the bars, little arms trying to reach towards you.

He lays you back to your feet, dropping the drenched sword on the ground, palms still healing. He cups your face, searching for any injuries.

“You alright?” He heaves, out of breath, legs covered in goblin bites and palms searing but he looks at you like you're the one who's bleeding.

Staring at him with your irises blown out, mouth slightly parted, you embrace him to his surprise and the crew's.

“I'm okay,” you lean away before he could hug back. Hands placed on his shoulders, nails digging into him like he's about to be yanked away from you. “Are you?”

Hobie forgets about the other people inside the cage and the goblins trying to nibble at him. It's only you in his hands, even though the pungent smell of garlic makes his nose itch. Eyes tender, touch gentle, he could only nod.

“Yeah, I'm good now.” His voice lacks the usual charm.

You can finally breathe. “I thought…I'm the only one that's allowed to kill you.”

Chuckling, he traces your jaw with his thumb. “I know. You're first in line, darling.”

The crew stands near the sides awkwardly.

—

The goblins are trashing Hobie's basement, and based on the sounds from upstairs, they're also wreaking havoc in the entire house.

You sit back to back with Hobie in the middle of the cage, away from the bars, hands braced to your sides, his own are mere inches away from yours. He's glad that the garlic smell has wafted away from you, but not enough to get rid of the goblins still hankering for your flesh.

The crew stays away from the openings of the cage whilst a handful of the creatures try to grab at their equipment. It's been hours since the initial attack and everyone's getting hungry and thirsty, including Hobie.

“Why do you even have a dungeon in your basement—? Wait, scratch that, don't answer.” You try to pass the time.

“It was for your great great uncle—”

“Ew!”

“Get your head out of the gutter.” He says flatly, hands shaking from hunger. “I got it so he has a safe place to transform every full moon.”

“What? Huh, so that's why that branch of the family is so hairy.”

He changes the subject. “What were you thinkin’ with the garlic?” Hobie lays his head right on your shoulder, craning his neck to face you, he uses the closeness to memorize your face. His crimson eyes are dimmer than you're used to.

“I dunno, I thought it was a genius idea back then. Y’know, trap you inside, starve you then when you're weak enough I'd put a stake through your heart.”

“It's a good thing you're bloody fit.” He murmurs, chuckling quietly. “You almost got me though.” Your ears pick up the fatigue in his voice.

“And here I thought you fancy me for my amazing personality.”

“That too.” He smiles weakly, feeling the ache in his bones. “We need to get out of here.” His jaw visibly tightens, wanting to get away from you and your scent. Unfortunately it's not so easy when you're trapped.

“I know,” You sigh, Hobie sits up, covering his ears with the heels of his palms. “You okay?”

“I can hear your blood rushing through your veins.” He bites the inside of his cheeks. “Fuck, we really need to get out of here.” Standing up on wobbly feet, you help him up while the crew stands as far as they can without getting slashed by goblin claws.

“You're hungry.” You state the obvious.

“Starvin’” his red eyes flick down to your neck, already feeling guilty from the simple look.

You swallow thickly. “When was the last time you drank?”

“A couple days ago.” His vision blurs.

“Why are you starving yourself?” Scolding him, you guide him back down on the cold granite. “Hobart.”

“Why do you keep callin' me that?” Cold hands against your own, his eyes zeroes in on your face, avoiding the veins in your neck. “You sound like her when you call me that.”

Your eyes soften, warming him with your palms atop his cheeks, you worry. “You haven't answered my question.”

He groans, head lolling backwards. “Got busy, forgot what day it was.”

“Busy with what?” You click your tongue, lifting his head back up with your hands under his head. You search his hungry eyes, making a decision you could regret in the long run.

“If I let you feed, will you be able to get rid of the goblins?”

That has him picking his head back up, waking him up from his hungry stupor. “What—?”

You reiterate, voice determined. “If I let you drink from me can you get your strength back and get rid of the little fuckers?”

“Y/N, I can't let you do that.”

“I know what happens if you don't feed and judging by how the goblins are devouring your entire house like some frat, they aren't leaving soon enough.” You ball his shirt in your hands for emphasis. “I'm letting you drink, just this one time so we could all go home.”

“Are you really sure?”

“Just don't turn me into your spawn, deal?”

Hobie cracks a smile, fangs glinting off the basement lights. You suddenly feel your nerves kicking in.

“I promise I won't. Just tell me if it gets too much, yeah?”

“Okay,” you inhale deeply, tugging down the collar of your shirt, showing him what he needs. “Don't drink me dry.”

“That depends, for all I know you taste brilliantly.” His joke alleviates your fear a little. You're both unaware of the cameras watching, recording everything. Even forgetting that they were there in the first place.

His hand is on the back of your neck, the other is gripping on to your arm like his life depends on it. Eyeing your skin, lips brushing along it, fangs barely piercing, he gives you enough time to lean away.

“Hurry on with it, I need to pee.”

With a deep chuckle, he sinks his teeth in you.

Gasping, you bite down on your bottom lip, stifling any sounds. But Hobie can hear them from your chest, feel how your body quivers with every suck and nip from his teeth.

You whimper and he holds on to you tighter.

He wants to devour you whole, his instincts tell him to ravage you until you're dry and limp in his arms— to rip you apart with his bare teeth. But he doesn't, he's careful and gentle like he's drinking nectar straight from a flower.

“F-fuck…” you let out, hands shaking, sliding down to the back of his neck, pressing him closer.

He turns warmer with your crimson flowing through him, not letting a single drop of the precious liquid dribble from his mouth.

Hobie feels like his dead heart beats once again after centuries.

Eyes closed, you feel like you're on cloud nine. You look like it too, eyes hazy, lips parted, hand holding on to him weakly.

Before he could drown in you, Hobie carefully eases his teeth out from your pierced skin, maw covered in your blood, thumb pressing down to your wounds to stop the bleeding.

It will scar, but you're alright with that thought.

He feels anew. His eyes are sharper, adrenaline coursing through him like your blood in his system. His ears perked at every breath you let out. Eyes blown up like the size of dinner plates, his warm breath fans your cheeks.

Half of him regrets doing it, now that he has gotten a taste, he can't go back to biting random rich assholes. His other half delights in your after taste, so sweet and nectarine that makes him crave more.

You crane your neck slowly like molasses to look at him sweetly through your half lidded eyes, and a soft yet tired smile on your lips. Still clinging into euphoria, vision swirling and heart beating a thousand times per second. You feel like you've ascended and you'll never go down from it.

Licking his teeth, Hobie resists the urge to dive back in. But he's more than that, you're more than a blood bag.

“You alright?” He whispers, he smells like you.

You hum, smiling giddily like a child who just got what she wanted.

“‘m gonna go and kill some goblins now. Stay here for me?”

You hum a tune that sounds like a rendition of ‘happy birthday.’ Giggling, you pat his cheek.

“Yeah, you'll be alright. I'll get you some orange juice after this.”

“Orange sounds nice… such a pretty color. And cookies, yum.” You chortle like you just heard the best joke. “Oh handsome, so handsome. I'm gonna bite you back one day.” Staring up at him, your eyes roll back, falling unconscious.

“Lookin' forward to it.”

Hobie gently lays you down on the floor, standing up, ears listening to your fast heart beat, but it's not enough proof for him. Eyes observing your chest, watching it go up and down, making sure he didn't go too far. Satisfied, he points at the crew cowering in the corner, their cameras still rolling. The documentary won't air anywhere at this rate.

“Watch her.” He says sternly, eyes glaring.

They all nod frantically.

With a swift kick to the metal door, he strikes down every goblin he sees.

—

You sit on the same patchwork armchair, sipping on a warm cup of tea, comfortable and content in your seat. The two pin prick scars on your neck peeks under your collar. The camera has you in the spotlight, zoomed in on your freshly washed face.

“Do you know about the curse?” The man behind the camera asks, his voice wavering with every word like it's taboo to mention it.

“What curse?” You watch as their faces morph into panic. “I'm fucking with you,” you laugh at their expense.

“Of course I know about it. Why do you think I hunt him down? For fun? Well, partly because of it but we broke that curse like five generations ago when my ancestor figured it all out and made friends with the witch.”

Smiling fondly, you continue. “She's my godmother now. Don't tell him.” You warn. “Hunting him down is an initiation for us really, a tradition to try and kill him, just really doing our best to cause damage. He's pretty powerful.”

Laying your elbows on your knees, you look directly at the camera.

“I mean you've seen the room right? He's fucking obsessed, someone has to off him or just—I honestly think he should just move on.” shrugging you sip your tea that he made for you.

“Is that why you're living with him?” They ask unabashedly. The camera zooms out, showing you still in your pajamas, complete with fluffy slippers.

“Uh—”

Hobie appears in the corner, leaning on the doorway casually, a similar pajama pants hanging low on his hips.

“Darling, have you seen my good jumper—?”

You take your crossbow from under the chair, twisting in your seat, you aim it at his head, shooting, the arrow whizzes past him, he ducks down as the arrow imbeds into the oak.

Hobie laughs on the floor, lifting up a black and red jumper. “Found it!”

“Goddamnit.” The word is laced with endearment. You turn back towards the crew, eyes narrowed at them. “Wait, why are you guys here so early?”

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A/N: Thank you for reading! And happy 1k! 🎉

[yumeaoka-chan]

For Science!

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

Word Count: 1.8k

Tags: Cursing, blood drinking, blood, lovesick hobie, lovesick reader, cuddling, implied kink(just one mention of it really, it's not even fully there tbh), no physical description of reader, reader is AFAB, (In the Pursuit of Blood reverse au kinda, if you really think about it)

Summary: Your boyfriend has always been curious about your vampiric powers. But there's one question he's been refraining himself from asking.

A/N: Credits for the lovely banners go to @the-shroom-garden !!! Second piece for week 4 of Octobie @the-kr8tor , let's go!!! I'll probably have my third final piece done later this week, idk. I've been on a roll, so there might be a fourth if i can write fast enough💪

“You fuckin’ with me, lovie?”

“No, Hobes. I really can turn into a bat. As well as a swarm of them, but that's besides the point.” You can't help the smile that flits across your face as he gestures to you with open arms and grabby hands. A clear indication that he's waiting for you to do just that, turn into a bat. Hobie knows the sparkle in his eyes is giving away just how excited he is to see you turn and he won't lie about how much he's dying to hold you when you do.

Shaking your head, you let out a playful sigh and place a hand on your forehead, as if you're winded. Turning around, you fall back into your boyfriend's awaiting arms, only for a small cloud of black shimmering mist to appear with a poof when he moves to wrap his arms around you. Hobie's eyes widen in shock as the mist subsides, an excited, lopsided grin on his lips as he peers down at you in his hands. A fuzzy bat about the size of his forearm with fur the same color of your hair. He has to reign in the urge to squish your little cheeks when you peer up at him with big red eyes, so cute and utterly adorable. Not at all good for his heart, he supposes. And when your little bat tongue comes out as you yawn, he goes “Fuck it” and squishes your cheeks between his thumb and index finger.

“Look at you… Too cute, darlin’. I'm gonna have a heart attack, swear”, Hobie coos softly as his other hand comes up to pet at your large ears, dopey smile lighting up his features.

You let out an irritated squeak of protest from the smothering of your cheeks and shake your head free from his fingers. With a small chirp, you open your tiny mouth towards his thumb, tiny fangs making his smile falter as he thinks you're going to bite him for a second. Only for your tiny tongue to gently lick the pad of his thumb, tiny bat body wrapping around his wrist. That was the day Hobie thinks his ‘wanting you to bite and drink from him’ obsession started. He was curious, as one naturally is when their girlfriend is a damn vampire. Days and weeks passed after that and he never uttered a word to you about the subject, not exactly knowing how you'd take being asked to feed from him.

You'd always made sure you were fed before being around him so, he never tried to ask. Although the nagging question and want to know how it felt ate at him day and night. Was it a need? No. Was it want? Perhaps. Was it somehow tied to his…longing of you? Hobie wasn't fully prepared to unpack that yet. Besides, what if the reason you never tried to feed from him was because you cared about him deeply and wished no hurt to come to him? That feeding was a necessity for your survival and you didn't want him to feel like you kept him around for just that? He groans as he thinks about those being the possible reasons, scrubbing a hand over his face with exasperation. It was late in the night with you having gone to feed, leaving Hobie alone in the houseboat with his ever pressing thoughts.

He flopped back on his bed and glared up at the ceiling, trying to will away the questions that flitted around his head a mile a minute. He was genuinely intrigued though. Hobie truly wanted nothing more than to find out just how it felt to be bitten by a vampire, about whether it would hurt or pinch just a bit.

“It's not even like that. She loves me. Plus this is just for…research…”, he mumbles to himself as he flings an arm over his eyes. Would you get mad at him and be offended if he asked you, however? You've always indulged in his curiosity when it came to your abilities but, something like this just had to be… personal. Teeth worrying at his bottom lip and tongue fiddling with his lip piercing, Hobie lays there for a few more moments before sighing and sitting up. He wouldn't ask you. At least, not yet. Too caught up in the long list of cons rather than the short list of pros. Just as he reaches for his guitar, a sudden bang against his window rocks the boat. He holds out both arms to steady himself as the houseboat slowly stops rocking, eyes darting towards the window and ears perked for anything that might spell danger.

His senses don't go haywire, which helps ease the anxiousness beneath his skin. Standing up, Hobie opens the window to peer out of it, only for the fuzzy blur that is you to come hitting him in the face, making him yelp in shock. Your fuzzy body drapes over his head before you slowly slide down into his palms that had quickly come up to catch you. Little chirps leave you, sounding weak and tired. Hobie shakes his head before peering down at you with growing concern as he walks back over to the bed and sits down with you in his arms. With a poof of shimmering black mist, you're back in your human form, albeit bruised and bleeding from multiple cuts. Your body sags weakly against his as you look up at your boyfriend with a shaky smile.

“Evening, Hobie.”

“Oh my days, what the absolute fuck happened to you?” Is what he furiously whispers as his hands tenderly cup your cheeks. You nuzzle into the warmth of his touch as he gently wipes the blood dripping from your forehead, eyes shining with concern and heart aching at your battered form. You can smell the scent of his blood beneath his skin, how it rushes through his veins. With a sigh, you bat tired lashes up at him and softly shrug.

“Not all vampires are as lovely as me. That is to say, I got into a fight with some old shithead and won. ‘M hungry though, didn't get to feed…” You mumble as you bury your face against his chest. Hobie scoffs and shakes his head. Of course you'd find a way to make some joke out of the situation. He's rubbed off on you a bit more than he'd liked to. Pursing his lips and watching as you inhaled the scent of him deeply, that nagging question springs into his mind again. After all, you were battered, tired, and hungry. It couldn't hurt to ask now…

“Hey, um, love? Considering that you need blood to heal and everything… W-What if you were to feed on me…?”

“Oh, finally. I was wondering when you were going to ask this question.” That makes his eyebrows raise in shock, mouth dropping open and eyes blinking repeatedly. You give him a knowing smirk and press a sweet kiss to his chin then his lips.

“Trust me, it's a very common question, baby. You wouldn't be the first to ask it. I am curious what your reason behind it is, though.” Hobie lets out a nervous chuckle, a dopey grin on his face as he avoids your gaze. He shrugs and scratches the back of his head, embarrassment coloring his voice and making it crack a bit.

“U-Uh, well… You know, it's for, um, science! Yeah… Science, lovie.” Not entirely a lie, he was much too flustered to come up with any other excuse. A giggle leaves your lips and Hobie's eyes soften as he gazes at you with fondness. Always so weak whenever you laugh for him, the sound like an arrow straight to his heart. He leans down to kiss you tenderly, hands cupping your face once more and thumb caressing your cheek lovingly. When he pulls back, his heart just about aches at the adoration in your pretty eyes, his heart fluttering in his chest. His thumb tenderly grazes along your bottom lip, gently poking at your fang that sticks out.

“Go ahead then, darlin’. Take what you need, mm?” Slowly nodding your head, you lean up to press your lips against his neck, softly gripping the hair at the back of his nape to gently tilt his head to the side. Your other hand rests on his shoulder. One of his hands is splayed across your back while the other rests on the back of your head.

“I'll be gentle, promise”, you mumble quietly against his skin as your fangs gently graze his flesh. He shivers slightly at the sensation and nods his head, heart pounding in his ears as you pepper his neck in kisses. It's then that he feels your fangs sinking into his flesh, like a shard of ice in his veins. The pain is sharp and quick to come, but goes away just as quickly. He can feel the sensation of his blood being sipped out of his body, a sensation that isn't too unpleasant. Warmth pools beneath his skin and he holds you closer against his body as you drink from him. His mind clears and his body feels lighter, like all of his troubles have been swept away by your touch. Giddiness makes a goofy smile appear on his lips as he presses his neck closer to your lips. You hold onto Hobie gently, tilting his head just a bit more as you lap at the delectable nectar that is his blood. There's something different about it, not like a normal human’s life force. You think that it's probably because your boyfriend is no normal human, after all. There's something energizing about it, something that pumps you up and you feel every wound stitching itself close the longer you drink.

Hobie's little hum and hands growing slightly lax in his grip on you makes you back away, tongue lapping over the bite mark to stop the bleeding. Pressing one final kiss to his neck as thanks, you gaze up at his face with slight concern. Hobie's eyes are half-lidded and glazed with contentment, hands wrapping around you and gently pulling you towards his neck again.

“Finish drinkin’, lovie”, he slurs just a bit, voice deep and soft like he'd been drinking. “Want you to get all better.” His words make you smile and you gently lay him down on the bed. You shush his protests with a soft kiss to his lips before tapping his cheek so that he looks up at you.

“I got just what I needed. Thank you, Hobie.” You coo softly as you drape the blankets over his form. Hobie gives you a lopsided smile, his eyes swimming with such a lovestruck shine to them that you can't help but pepper his face in more kisses. He hums softly as you adorn him with your love, grin widening with every kiss.

“Anythin’ for you, sweetheart”, he mumbles as you turn off the lights and press another kiss on his forehead. Sleep is quickly trying to claim him and he's not one to fight it. “Anythin’ for you.”

[eyesxxyou]

Vampire hobie has been taking up my thoughts🤭 I would imagine him whispering sweet nothings to comfort you while he bites your neck for blood telling you it’ll be alright

— 🌱 ( I claim this little plant lol :3)

Oh he's sooo gentle about it. He doesn't want you to panic, your blood tastes best when you're calm, even better when you're aroused. He'll whisper in your ears while you're riding him and shit, "takin' me so good, dolly." He'll lick the spot he intends to feed from, peppering it in light, fluttery kisses before his teeth emerge and sink into your neck.

You gasp a little, whimpering when his fangs retracts and he feeds slowly, muttering the softest words of comfort into your neck. He tries to make it a quick affair, distracting you by forcing you to fuck him a little harder while his tongue lavishes over your bleeding wound.

He just wants to make sure it's a good experience for you, his little doll.

[zyettemoon1800]

Master list

Pillarmen

All of them together (1)

All of them together(2)

All of them together(3)

All of them together (4)

All of the together (5)

Kars

Esidisi

Wamuu

Santana

Extras

Hobie Brown

Thomas Hewitt

Jabberwock

Muhammad Ali.Jr

Vampire

[roseyxveve]

Intro to my account!! 🎀🪼✍️

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[catmansquad]

The Thirst (P2)

Part 1     Part 3

You recall being led back to Miguel’s penthouse; it was expansive, the home of someone very rich and decorated with the tokens of someone well-travelled. Guided through the moonlit streets by his arm across your shoulders. His smile was gentle, his eyes were kind, he was so very warm to the touch. You had melted into his touch, as he peppered sweet kisses to your skin, humming pleasingly. Then, you had taken his hand and he had pulled you close, that broad chest and strong muscles firm at your back, his arm across your chest in a gently embrace as his other hand took your wrist in some form of a lover’s embrace, like he was feeling your racing pulse under his touch, more kisses, on your cheek, along your jaw, to your neck and then….

Then you’d… He’d… Memory became hazy past that moment, there had been the sense of sensual delight, a moment where pain and pleasure escalated into utter bliss and your next clear memory was of waking, weak and weary, wrapped in silken sheets of a king-sized bed. He must have truly been an amazing lover for nothing but those sweet sensations to cling to you, bone deep. When you finally found the strength in your limbs to pull yourself free, you found him in his spotless kitchen, gloomy with all the blinds still drawn and his eyes hidden by tinted glasses. Likely, he was just hungover, yet that sense of endless vitality and eternal calm remained about him. A romantic gentleman kind enough to make you breakfast, to help you get your strength back after the night’s ordeal.

Miguel was not bothered by these so called “hunters” in their attempt to gather more to their cause. There had been others, there would be more. Acting out in any way would only fan the flames of their fervor. The only reason for their presence in the city were the spontaneous Fledgling explosion recently. So many newly Turned, overconfident, hungry, no control of their newfound thirst leaving a trail of bodies that needed to be cleaned away. If he found the one or the group who were responsible for these mass Turnings, he would send them into death himself. Too much mess, too much attention and the mortals became nervous. All in all, he could wait. This new band of would-be hunters were, like all the rest, mortal. They would wither and crumble, like all else in the world. He would remain, he always did.

In the daylight, the streets were far safer, yet your journey home would not be uneventful. Not several streets away did a small crowd gather in a local park, to where a figure stood atop a bench, calling out to the assembled.

‘… I tell you, brothers and sisters! There are monsters among us! Beasts who wear the skins of men! I know there are those of you who know of what I speak! How many of you have felt their presence? How many of you have suffered for it! Anemia! Missing time! Hours of our lives stolen from us! There are people who vanish in dark alleys, are they devoured by the very shadows?! No! We are but prey! We are the sheep who do not know the wolves are among us! Open your eyes! Read our words! We. Must. Fight. Them! Or all is lost…’

Their tirade fell into a gradual calm once again, one or two people applauded, the rest broke into murmurs.

‘Hobie, please…’

At their beckoning, their aide stepped forwards, cradling a stack of leaflets in his arms and strode amidst the crowd, handing them out one by one. Eventually, he came to you, leaving the cream-coloured leaflet held out for you to take.

‘Please… It ain’t madness. It’s truth.’ His voice was low.

‘I met one of ‘em… Once. Nearly sucked me dry like a capri-sun… Barely escaped with me life...’

As if to prove his point, he softly pulled down the collar of his shirt, revealing the twin, jagged scars that trailed from what looked like healed puncture marks. His eyes looked you over, and you didn’t realise your hand had been on your own neck until you snapped back to yourself and took the leaflet from him. There were no marks, not even the hint of a wound upon your skin. Nothing untoward had happened between Miguel and you; it had just been sex. Right…?

‘It’s like they do somethin’ to the brain… Makes you forget. Some people just remember it as… a fun night, or a brutal assault in a dark alley…’

‘Hobie!’ The leader called out for him again, and he gave a sad smile as you took the leaflet.

‘You know where to find us, all in there.’

As he weaved back through the crowd, you stared down at the leaflet; the caricature of a masked beast with sharp teeth.

“BEASTS AMONG US”. – A Warning by Avis Hardinger.

‘Is this seat taken…?’

You looked up from the leaflet, the coffee cooling on the table, and a stunned smile graced your face at the sight of Miguel, leaning one hand on the back of the chair opposite you, fingers drumming, almost squinting at you behind his sunglasses.

‘Miguel! No, it’s free…’ You had just considered inviting your friend out, if their hangover was any better, but now all thoughts fled your mind, replaced solely with Miguel’s presence as he sat down opposite you. As fine and fancy as the night before, ringed fingers entwined as he peered over the top of you at them.

‘How are you doing…? Achy? Sleepy?’

‘I feel better now, thanks.’ Your smile matched his own, but he concealed the full breath of it behind his hands. Curious, you slid the leaflet across the table before him.

‘What do you… What do you think of this?’

He hummed thoughtfully, hands parting as he picked it up, skimming over it before placing it back down with an amused laugh.

‘Surely, you don’t believe this? Heh… These are the same people who claim their grandmothers get abducted by UFOs to Jupiter every night. “Help, aliens stole my memory and my pet canary!”’

He chuckled softly again, leaving you utterly enchanted with him, even in the midday sun, the shadows seemed to cling tighter to him.

‘I’ve heard about that Avis Hardinger. None of them good…’

He slid the leaflet back across to you, fingers entwined as he peered at you over them again. You couldn’t quite pull your attention from just how handsome Miguel was- it was like your mind was on auto-pilot. Even people who passed by were stealing little glances.

Miguel knew his power had only grown with age; he was no longer that smug, hungry Fledgling who believed himself to be at the top of the world. Well… Maybe some part of that self still lingered inside him. It would probably explain why he, at five-hundred years of undying experience, was currently sat across with a mortal he’d fed on, the softest touches of his charms keeping their attention solely on him. This was how it always started, the inevitable descent into yet another romantic mishap. He could entertain a fun date, indeed…

‘Having said that…’ Behind his hands, he let his tongue lick along one of his fangs, smirking. Your attention was rapt on him.

‘They’re having a meeting tonight. Did you want to go along…? Just for a laugh…’

It was time to see what this scared huddle of mortals would do to consider themselves “hunters”.

When you saw Hobie next, he was greeting people with a gentle smile, a procession of people into the meeting hall made out of a community center. Beside him, the pale, tall form of Avis Hardinger watched, eyes flitting among people.

‘Hey!’ Hobie took your hands, shaking them softly, greeting you at the doorway filled with silver crucifixes hanging from strings.

‘Glad you came! Go in and take a seat.’

‘Hobie, w-what is all that?’ You glance up at the crucifixes, feeling Avis’ paranoid eyes on you briefly before he turned away. Hobie’s smile became clever, and he winked.

‘My idea! Great, innit? See, the beasts can’t stand silver and powerful faith, so why not combine the two! Gotta make sure there’s no… unwelcome guests, y’know? Go in, get settled… Avis gets… impatient easily- man needs to chill…’

You watched Miguel casually brush the silver crucifixes aside, in no mood to simply duck under them, and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

‘Hobie!’ Avis’ voice barked from inside the hall and you watched the man in question roll his eyes.

‘Yes, boss?’

‘The incense!!’

‘Sure, the incense… Sure you can find a fuckin’ match if you took yer head outta yer ass… Tosser.’

He cleared his throat after his mutterings, forcing that pleased smile back on his face.

‘We’ve got juice if you’re thirsty!’

Only half the many chairs had been filled, by people of all walks of life, but you sat softly beside Miguel, in the back row, leaning into his warmth as he rested with long legs stretched out, lazy, at ease, a man with all the time in the world. His eyes glinted, dark brown as he looked to you.

‘Sorry this is an awful first date…’

He reached one hand to cup your jaw, stroking a thumb across your cheek, voice a low whisper.

‘I promise to take you somewhere fancy…’

You blushed under his touch, heart thundering.

‘I… I uh… Don’t think I’d have anything classy enough for the places you’ve got in mind, Miguel…’

His smile did not falter, his eyes crinkled with delight.

‘Then we’ll have to go shopping for something that is…’

You swallowed the thick lump in your throat as his eyebrows wiggled briefly. You were fairly sure he was going to spoil you rotten if you allowed him to. You watched Miguel bring a hand to his mouth, covering as he coughed, then doubled up into a brief wheeze, and the spell was broken.

‘Miguel?’

‘… ‘m fine… Must be the incense…’ He waved a hand across his nose, like he was trying waft the smell away. You turned in your seat, squirming to see the several sets of lit incense sticks that curled into the air, filling the room with a cloying, sweet scent. Silence settled as Avis stepped up to the podium, hands raised.

‘My friends! Brothers and sisters! Thank you for coming. At least here, huddled together in our sanctuary, we can rest assured that we are safe. We will begin with our notes from out last meeting…’

Avis speech nearly bored you to sleep, several times you found yourself nearly drifting onto Miguel’s chest, feeling his hand stroke softly across your back. Through heavy eyelids, you scanned the room, a few people were listening intently, the rest were sneakily on their phones, and even behind Avis, Hobie had put earbuds in and was now quietly rocking out, miming an air guitar. He brought a soft smile to your face, watching him. You woke up properly as you heard Miguel cough again, his chest jolting.

‘…But now, we have the home advantage!’ Avis slammed a hand onto the podium, and everyone sat upright to attention.

‘Through the combination of science and esoteric rituals, we finally have a means to combat this threat, not just ward against them as we cower in our homes!’

You were torn between listening to Avis and watching in concern as Miguel hunched over, desperately trying to clear out his chest. You patted his broad back reassuringly.

‘… Behold! We have created an airborne toxin- please, calm yourselves, my friends… The very incense sticks you see alight before you are no mere mood setter, they are our weapon against these bloodthirsty beasts! To us, they are utterly harmless, also quite nice to enjoy- I am rather proud of that…’

Miguel’s wheezing coughing became worse, and you swore the hand he coughed into was being speckled with red.

‘The stolen blood in their abominable bodies rebels at our sacred incense. No more are we their cattle. From this night on, we let them know that we…. We….’

People were beginning to turn to look at you both, you soothingly tried to rub Miguel’s back as his suffering continued, only half paying attention. But Avis’ words had found their purchase in your mind.

‘… Oh dear god…’ Avis’ voice was haunted, from the podium, he pointed a trembling finger across the room. Your hand stilled on Miguel’s back and lifted away, slowly rising from your seat, the inevitable could not be ignored. Realising something was happening, Hobie stopped his silent jam and pulled out his earbuds, head tilted in confusion as Avis let the moment build to a conclusion among the terrified, whispering citizens giving you both a wide berth.

‘… My friends…. There is a beast among us…’

Miguel drew a deep, shuddering breath and lifted his head up; eyes blazing crimson, lower face smeared with the blood that coated his hand. You backed away as Avis stepped from the podium, some citizens began to scream, already running for the fire exit.

‘… Well now…’ Miguel rasped, one hand gripping the folding chair in front of him as he resisted the urge to succumb to another coughing fit.

‘… Finally, something interesting.’

With a snarl, and one hand alone, he threw the chair across the room with frightening force, crashing into the incense burner, and carrying it to the far wall to shatter through a window.

‘It stinks in here…’

His sharp, terrifying eyes looked to you, and the memory of the other night rushed back in full- not of blissful sex, but of a ferocious embrace, his teeth in your neck; devouring you, enrapturing you, then soothing that pain with a gentle lick, the wounds healing in one firm stroke of the tongue-

You felt something crash into you, Hobie bolted past you towards the doors, and you were sure you heard him muttering “fuck this!” back to back under his breath. His gaze lingered on you, teeth gritted in an annoyed snarl, those fangs, the smeared blood, those blazing eyes- he looked monstrous, so different from the charming, handsome man you had sat beside only moments ago.

‘You may want to leave. Or close your eyes. This may get… Unpleasan- STAY THERE, AVIS!’

His gaze snapped to the cowering figure, voice escalating into a low roar that froze the man to the spot with terror. The chill night air blew away the cloying sweetness, and shocked some sense back into you. Stumbling away from him, you headed out into the night, fleeing with everyone else.

Back in control of his faculties, Miguel rested his hands in his coat pockets, hiding the worst of his nature as he stepped in long strides to where Avis stood trembling in his skin, rooted by fear and willpower both.

‘So, would be Hunter… I think that you have had the worst luck tonight. Were I in a more charitable mood, I would simply wipe your memory, or perhaps convince you to take a long walk into the Thames. Alas, I think a more necessary punishment is in order for you…’

The shorter, skinnier man whimpered, eyes flitting over him, glancing to the exit repeatedly, yet he could not will his body into action.

‘Although I will say thank you, for actually managing to give my somewhat banal existence a new, exciting twist. I’m afraid you just had the misfortune of having absolutely no idea of who you’re fucking with.’

He stopped close to the trembling man, glancing at his watch, just to watch the second hand tick by.

‘I am not just “a beast”. I am a very old, very ill-tempered Vampire, and you have just ruined my chances with someone I cared for…’

He grinned, slowly running his tongue over those fangs, nose wrinkling at the scents from the mortal. Terrified indeed.

‘Ugh… I think I have toyed with you enough for tonight, Avis. So…’

He reached out and grabbed the front of Avis’ shirt, well away his claws were out and biting through the cloth and scratching skin.

‘…. I do really hate having to deal with rampaging Fledglings, and I did swear a long time ago I wouldn’t subject anyone else to this curse, but I think you need to be taught a lesson.’

He saw Avis’ eyes widen, another terrified whimper, perhaps a plea that never emerged.

He stepped close enough to whisper into his ear.

‘… Brace yourself, Avis… You’re about to enter a nightmare you can never wake up from….’

[venny-the-chubbyblack-writer]

✨Masterlist✨

😡🧣🌊Attack on Titan😡🧣🌊

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Lov villains here

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Hero’s pt2

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Nothing here yet

🧛‍♂️🧛Vampier knight🧛‍♂️🧛

Nothing here yet

🕷️🕸️Out of the spider verse🕷️🕸️

Nothing here yet

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synopsis:reader is vox’s ex and he’s not too keen of the separation — you were supposed to come back to him! not run around with his rival and get rid of his only access of looking after you (removing any/all electronics from your life) 🧡?

☆ come back to me by @iicarused

synopsis: you’re getting tired of the radio demon (part ii) 🧡?

☆ alastor + cunnilingus by @vmpyria 💛

☆ heaven knows your name by @iicarused

synopsis: heartaches after yearning for each other after decades of being apart 🧡

☆ alastor x married!reader by @bigfatbimbo 🧡

☆ DANCE WITH THE DEVIL by @popamolly

summary. Amidst the vibrant 1920s in New Orleans, a forbidden love unfolds in the lively jazz-filled atmosphere, evolving from an intoxicating romance to a twisted tale of heartbreak and murder, serving as a reminder to never dance with the devil. (SERIES) 🧡💛

Johnnie Guilbert-

☆ New Set by @corrodedcoffins-blog

summary: Giving boyfriend!Johnnie head scratches after getting new acrylics 🧡

☆ Collab by @teapartyprincess4two

summary: You and Johnnie pretend to date, faking it for so long that it became real. 🧡

☆ Run Your Mouth by @samandcolby-ownme

Prompt: Johnnie and reader get into an argument which leads to make up sex. 💛

☆ vampire!Johnnie x reader by @caeunot

summary- you find out your bf is a vampire 🧡💛?

☆ johnnie guilbert x reader by @caeunot

summary- johnnie writing zombie about you 🧡

☆ You by @sturnsreader 💛

☆ you know i’ll keep you in my locket by @stardustloserdoll 🧡

JSchlatt-

☆ "sit on my face." by @ghostkidabs 💛

☆ Jack & Coke part one by @d444zed 🧡💛?

☆ Jack & Coke part two by @d444zed 💛

☆ Mutual breakup headcanon/oneshot by @ohbabydollie 🧡

☆ Mutual breakup oneshot by @ohbabydollie 💛

Ellie Williams-

☆ no room for the holy spirit by @moncherellie 💛

☆ Roommate Trouble by @justkindalivin

summary: Your roommate Jesse and his girlfriend Dina fuck..a lot. loudly. When you finally get fed up after being woken up by their nightly “activities”, you go to Dina’s dorm for some peace and quiet only to run into her roommate, Ellie. 🧡💛

☆ hands to herself by @elliesbarbie

summary: ellie thinks you look a little too good in that bikini you chose to wear for the annual best friend vacay and can’t keep her hands off you 💛

☆ Getting caught with ellie by @me-and-your-husband 💛

☆ Body Ink by @me-and-your-husband

summary: you tattoo ellie's thigh. it's a bit of a compromising position, and it leads you down an unexpected road. female reader. 🧡💛

Alex Turner-

☆ Pillow Talk by @ohladymoon-blog

summary: what the title says, just pillow talk and soft cuddles after sex. ends in cockwarming. 🧡💛

☆ strawberry lace by @lilmisssweetdreams 🧡💛

☆ Test Drive by @savorypink 💛

Spiderman-

☆ Wingman (Hobie Brown) by @love-bitesx 🧡

☆ Crybaby (Hobie Brown) by @merowkittie 🧡

☆ "Thank You, Mrs. Parker." (Spider Noir) by @sabcandoit

Summary: After your wedding, you and Peter go home and have sex for the first time. 🧡💛

☆ Miss Your Face (TASM! Peter Parker) by @dontsaypetertingle

Summary: When you have to go out of town for work Peter gets lonely and a bit needy. An innocent call home to check on him becomes a lot more intense than originally planned. (Has a pt 2) 💛

☆ Break It In (Tom! Peter Parker) by @simplyparker

Summary: Peter gets his first car, and you want to have some fun 💛

☆ Please, Don't Stop Now by @echos-newlegs

Summary: you are in an established relationship with Peter, and he very much wants baby. 🧡💛

Fred Weasley-

☆ Facetime by @albertdabuttler

summary: !!MODERN AU!! Fred calls you in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep, but you look so pretty and he starts getting a little heated up. (Has 3 parts) 🧡💛

☆ Sweet Sugar Candyman by @keykeep 💛

☆ Sleeping In by @screamingoverfiction 💛

☆ Slipping Through My Fingers by @midnightmoonytales

Summary: Watching his little girl grow up had to one of his favorite things to see, but also one of the saddest. Every pivotal moment of her life flashing through his mind, even to this one now. (Wolfstar!daughter reader) 🧡

☆ Electric Pull by @apparentlytheproblem 🧡

Steve Harrington-

☆ I'll Be The Judge (Ft. Robin x Reader) by @luvfae

summary: steve and robin get into an argument about which one of them can give a girl a better orgasm, you come up with an idea to settle the argument once and for all. 💛

☆ Cowboy Hat Rule by @taintedcigs

summary: helping out mr. harrington in his ranch was supposed to be fun, but steve harrington was an asshole. an absolute pain in your ass that teased you, and you gave him the same energy back, always. so when you unknowingly wear his cowboy hat, he decides to teach you what exactly the cowboy hat rule is. 💛

☆ Marriage Pact by @fantasylandloser

summary: besties that plan to get married 🧡💛

Eddie Roundtree-

☆ Blind Date by @luvfae

Summary: The reader and Eddie get setup on a blind date 🧡💛

☆ Lead Singers Are Overrated by @luvfae

summary: working at the whiskey has it perks and that includes getting railed backstage by a certain bassist in a band. 💛

Extras-

☆ Not In On The Joke (Brian Quinn) by @joe--bro

Summary: The Jokers have to do certain tasks to win in the park, and a certain task given by the rest of the Jokers leads Q to talk to you. 🧡

☆ Flavored Kisses (Xavier Thorpe) by @cosmicpearlz

summary: in which you wear a different flavored chapstick everyday and your boyfriend xavier loves it. 🧡

☆ Babysitting (Judd Birch) by @just-another-author-i-guess

Summary: you and Judd are the designated babysitters for the night. 🧡💛

☆ Don't Fake It (Peter Quill) by @professorrw

Request/Summary: peter starts getting frisky with the reader but shes tired and isn’t really in the mood. He would never pressure her or anything but she wants to make him happy and feels bad saying no, so she does it and fakes her orgasm just to get it over with. Later, he somehow finds out (or knew all along, you decide) that she faked it and of course his ego is bruised and he’s kinda annoyed, but also feels guilty she didn’t tell him how she felt. So the next night, she starts coming onto him and he makes damn sure she never fakes it again. 💛

☆ So Beautiful (Loki Laufeyson) by @lokiisdaddyblog

Summary: Reader is feeling insecure and Loki proves to her that she's perfect. 🧡💛

[lovelycreativecrafts]

One Bed | Hobie x Female Reader

Word Count: 1,615

Synopsis: They get stuck in a different dimension.

Warnings: None

Author Notes: While writing this I didn't write any slang or accents and Hobie Brown maybe a little out of character since it was kind of hard writing him. If you liked the short fanfic, please Like, Reblog, and Comment your thoughts. Also, my Requests are currently OPEN.

Water dripped from my glove as I pressed against my watch. Come on, work. I tried opening a portal back to the Spider HQ but the watch kept malfunctioning. I sighed and pulled off my drenched mask. 

“I don’t think it’s working, Love.” 

I lifted my head and glared at Hobie, “Well, maybe it would work if you didn’t drag both of us into the ocean.” 

Hobie raised his eyebrow, “The vampire should have made them waterproof.” Hobie tucked his mask inside of his pocket. 

“I can’t swim you know. I could have drowned.” 

“Why do you think I held onto you the whole time, Love.” 

I squeezed the water out of my mask, “Stop calling me that.” 

“I’ll do whatever I want, Love,” Hobie smirked down at me. 

I ignored him as a gust of wind flew past me. A shiver went up my spine and I crossed my arms. It’s getting cold. 

Hobie walked past me and began making his way toward a sidewalk. 

“Where are you going?” 

“We can’t stay out here, now can we?” 

I stayed quiet and tightened my arms around myself as I began to shiver. I followed Hobie as he went on the sidewalk. I don’t understand why Miguel had me team up with him. 

I caught up to Hobie and looked down at my watch. I began pressing onto it again. 

“What are you trying to do? The thing is busted.” 

“I’m trying to get in contact with Miguel.” As I tried contacting Miguel the watch soon turned off. 

“Come on,” I complained. 

“You really are a goody two shoes, huh?” 

I looked toward Hobie, “I am not.” 

Hobie turned in front of me and began to walk backward, “Then why are you trying to get back to the Vampire so much? You have a crush on him or something?” 

My eyes widened, “What? No. I just want to get back home. Why would you think that?” 

A smirk grew on Hobie’s face, “Because you always do everything he says.” 

“Maybe it’s because I don’t want to start any unnecessary drama.” 

“So you like playing it safe. That’s only going to get you so far, Love.” 

“And you never play it safe. I almost could have drowned because of you.” 

“But because of me, you didn’t drown.” 

“And I’m wet and cold.” 

“Which is why I brought us here.” Hobie stopped and looked to his right. 

I stopped in front of him and followed the direction of his eyesight. A hotel building stood beside us. I looked back at Hobie. 

“And how do you expect us to pay for that?” I raised an eyebrow. 

“Just watch, Love.” Hobie turned toward the building and walked toward it. 

I followed behind him and wrapped my arms around myself. We walked into the building and goosebumps crawled up my arms. It’s even colder in here. Hobie walked up to the front desk and I waited behind him. 

Hobie began talking to the man at the desk and he pulled some money out of his pocket. The man gave Hobie a key and looked at me. 

“I hope you two have a good night,” the man smiled. 

I frowned as Hobie made his way to me, “Why did he say that to me?” 

“Probably just being nice.” Hobie walked past me and made his way to the room. 

I continued to follow behind him, “Where did you get the money from?” 

“From someone who won’t be needing it.” 

I narrowed my eyes at him, “You stole didn’t you.” 

Hobie glanced behind his shoulder, “You know me so well, huh Love,” He smirked. 

“Stealing is bad. You’re supposed to be a hero.” 

“I don’t do labels remember. And besides, the man is rich he probably won’t notice that it’s gone.” Hobie looked back in front of him. 

He stopped at the room and unlocked the door. We both stepped inside. The room was a typical hotel room decorated with white and cream colors. 

“I’ll be back. You should head in the shower.” 

I looked toward Hobie, “Where are you going?” 

“Nowhere far. I will be back.” 

I opened my mouth but Hobie quickly left the room before I could say anything. I sighed and walked further into the room. There was a small dining room with a table and two chairs. Next to it was the bathroom. I turned the corner and there was a large bed with cream-colored sheets. I reexamined the area again. 

Why is there only one bed? We both can’t sleep in the bed, right?

***

Hobie POV

I walked back into the hotel with two bags in my hand. I locked the door behind me as the running of the shower filled the air. I walked further into the room. I hope I got the right size for her. I placed her bag of clothes on the bathroom door handle. 

Will she think it’s weird that I bought her clothes? Her whole body was drenched and she started shivering. Maybe I shouldn’t have dragged her into the water. 

The shower was turned off and I walked up to the bathroom door. I took the bag off the door and knocked on it. 

“Yes?” 

“I have some clothes for you.” 

She cracked the door open and popped her head through the crack. I shifted my eyes away from her figure as the towel covering her body came slightly into view. 

“Did you steal them?” She asked. 

A smirk made its way onto my face. There she goes being a goody two shoes. 

“Perhaps but would you rather wear the stolen ones or your wet clothes?” 

She didn’t respond but I felt her hand brush against mine as she took the bag from my hand. She quickly shut the door and I chuckled. I thought so. 

I usually don’t care for how anyone is dressed in front of me. Gwen has walked in front of me with just a towel plenty of times but I never really cared. But for her to do it makes me nervous. If I don’t control myself she may find out that I like her. 

She soon left out of the bathroom and my eyes traced down her figure. The tank top hung loosely around her shoulders and her shorts hugged her hips. Heat crawled up my neck as I met her eyes. 

“How do the clothes fit?” I asked as my hands grew sweaty. 

She slid the strap of her shirt further up her shoulder, “They fit fine.” 

She glanced away from me and crossed her arms, “And thank you . . . for the clothes.” 

A smile formed on my lips, “No problem, Love.”

“Where are we going to sleep?” She pointed toward the bed. 

“What do you mean?” 

“There’s only one bed.” She stated. 

“And what about it.” 

“It’s just  . . . ,” 

My heart dropped, “I can sleep on the floor. If you’re not comfortable.” 

“No it’s not that and besides it’s cold on the floor. I’m just used to sleeping by myself is all.” She looked up at me.

“So am I.” 

“What about-,” She cut herself off. 

“What?” I questioned. 

“Gwen usually stays at your place often so I just thought, you know.” 

I raised an eyebrow at her, “Me and Gwen are just friends. She sleeps over sometimes when she needs to but she’s not sleeping with me.”

“Sorry. I just assumed.” 

“We can talk about this once I take a shower.” 

She nodded at me and I walked into the bathroom. 

***

I walked out of the bathroom and hung my Spiderman outfit on the dining chair. I looked toward the bed and saw her underneath the covers. She was worried over nothing. Her figure shifted from underneath the covers and she let out a groan. I walked toward the bed. What could she be dreaming about?

She let out another groan, “No . . . please.” 

I stopped in front of the bed as her arms stretched out from underneath the covers. “No please don’t hurt him,” her voice wavered. 

I frowned and made my way to her side of the bed. I sat on the edge and lightly shook her shoulder, “Hey, it’s just a dream.” 

Her bottom lip began to quiver as tears fell out of her closed eyes. I continued to shake her as I called her name and her eyes opened. 

“Are you okay, Love?” 

She raised her hands from the bed sheet and onto the sides of my face. What is she-

“Peter? Is that you?” 

I froze as I noticed how her eyes didn’t exactly look at me but through me. She’s still dreaming. 

Her eyebrows began to knit together and her lips curved down, “Peter?” 

What do I do? I stared into her eyes as tears fell from them, “I’m . . . here.” 

“I’m so glad that you’re safe. I thought crocodile killed you. I shouldn’t have disobeyed you. I will listen to you from now on. So, please don’t leave me. I don’t know what I would do without you. So, please.” 

I searched my mind to find the words for her, “I’m not going anywhere . . . I’ll always be right here with you.”

“Peter?” 

“Yes?” 

“I love you.” 

My heart skipped at her words, “I-I love you too.” 

A smile grew on her face and heat crawled up my cheeks. “You should go to sleep now.” 

She nodded her head and her eyelids slowly closed. I took her hands from my cheeks and layed them back on the bed. 

She had a Peter. How much did his death affect her? It seems Peter was more than just her family or friend. How could I ever make up for her loss? 

[spidey-x-male-reader]

plplsplspsl hobie x male reader!! something like idk maybe goth reader? vampire goth or romantic goth yesyes

Pairing: Hobie Brown (Spider-Punk) x male!vampire!reader

Requested: yes / no

Warnings: swear word, mention of blood

A/N: I don't know how well the goth part is potrayed here. I'm already deeply sorry my friend. Hope you can still enjoy it

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

MASTERLIST

“Come on, sweetheart, just let me see them one time.” Hobie said, looking over your shoulder. 

You don’t answer, focusing on putting on your equipment. Usually you couldn’t care less about how good you were prepared but if it stopped Miguel to stop bitching about not being ‘prepared good enough’ then you would gladly make sure that you had everything two times.

“Come on.” He turns the chair around you’re sitting on so you end up looking up at him instead of the mirror. “Please?”

“I already said no.”

“But I said please this time.” you scoff quietly and turn back around to the mirror. 

“...why are you even visible in the mirror? I thought that was a vampire thing.”

“Do you believe everything people tell you?”

“No.”, he immediately answers. “So what else isn’t true? The garlic thing? Stake?”

“I’m pretty sure that everyone would die if you put a stake through their chest.” is the only answer he’s getting added by a “the garlic thing is bullshit though. Why? You’re planning to kill me?”

He grins slightly, putting his arms around you from behind. “I wouldn’t dream of messing with a handsome vampire.”

“Just because you flatter me doesn’t mean that I will show you my fangs.”

“Come on pleeaasee” you basically feel him pouting against your cheek. “It’s not that big. I see Miguel’s fangs all the time.”

“Well he’s no vampire.”

“Wait he’s not?”, your boyfriend seems to be actually caught by surprise by that.

“No?” you look back at him. “He’s very much alive. I think his fangs might be able to secrete something though.”

“They can?”

“You should really know your team members better” you say with a grin while finally getting up.

He immediately pulls you close by your hip, looking down at you with a small smirk. “Just a small peak.”

“You really are into weird stuff, Hobie Brown.”

That actually makes him laugh. “I’m into you, love, that’s all. My wonderful undead boyfriend.”

You let out an over dramatic sigh before finally giving in, raising head and opening your mouth before pulling out the sharp teeth that were quite literally made to kill people. Hobie didn’t seem to be frightened at all.

“That’s so cool” he reaches his hand out, trying to poke one of them when you take a step back. “Hey” he says, pouting once again.

“Sorry but I prefer for you to not bleed directly in my mouth.” you grin, stepping closer again. “I can barely keep myself under control around you already. We don’t want it to be worse.”

He just chuckles at that, leaning close to pull you into a kiss. “Well…that’s nice to hear.” you both look over when your communicators start blinking. “Seems like our dear non-vampire friend is getting impatient.”

You chuckle. “Well then let’s not keep him waiting.” you say while opening a portal for the two of you.

“I really thought he was a vampire” Hobie shakes his head before stepping through the portal.

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

My super awesome masterlist

Itsa me, Masterlist, Serving as the one stop shop for my content :)

Fem goes for things that have either super feminine characters or characters with she/her pronouns, I specify which in each one. GN is gender neutral, AFAB is Assigned Female At Birth, and that's it for now :)

Fluff: ♡ Songfic: 🎶 Slightly Spicy: 💖 smut: ❤️ Angst: 💜

Katsuki Bakugou-

Oneshots:

Cuddling with Katsuki - Gender neutral ♡

bandaging Katsuki up - gender neutral ♡

Baby fever with Katsuki - AFAB 💖

putting extras in their place with Katsuki - Fem 🎶

Making a baby with Katsuki - AFAB + Fem ❤️

Barbarian King Katsuki loves his wife - Fem 💖

Getting in a little tiff with Wolf kemenomimi Katsuki - AFAB ♡❤️💜

Telling your parents that you're dating wolf kemonomimi Katsuki - NB♡💜

Having morning/comfort sex with wolf kemonomimi Katsuki - AFAB ❤️

Series:

The taming of Man: Dragon-shifting Katsuki x F!reader 🎶♡💖❤️

Hobie Brown-

Oneshots:

Movie Night with your favorite punk - AFAB ❤️

Satoru Gojo:

Oneshots:

You and Satoru go on your first real date - NB ♡

You and Satoru go on your second real date - NB ♡

You meet Megumi as Satoru's girlfriend for the first time - Fem ♡

Drabbles:

Satoru wards off unwanted attention to you - NB ♡

That bulleted list thing people do. you know the thing, that thing:

Prince Satoru is secretly a Vampire and you're his peasant - NB ♡

Headcannons:

SFW alphabet - NB ♡

L Lawliet

Oneshots:

You join the task force as L's secret lover - Fem ♡

You help a very tired L relax - Fem/AFAB❤️

[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.

[daisies-daydreams]

i am so obsessed with your fanfics.. must.. request another one..

halloween is coming up, what about plus size reader x hobie decided to match costumes for halloween, they go on a date, pumpkin patch, haunted mazes and then they go back home and uh.. you know what i mean. (smut..) 😳

Sucker (Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Sized!Reader

Pairing: Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Sized!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut (18+) Warnings: PDA, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Lost Child Situation, Swearing, Pet Names, Nipple Play, Oral Sex (F!Receiving), P in V Sex (You know the drill), Vaginal Fingering, Hand holding during sex Word Count: 4k+ (sorry it's so long, it got away from me)

A/N: Hello again! Thank you very much for your sweet request, I had so much fun writing this one! (Kudos to those who get the video game reference at the beginning 😉). I hope you enjoy and Happy Halloween! 🦇 MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“Welcome to the Maze of Malevolence my fellow vampires!” the man at the gate bellowed as he outstretched his arms. You flashed him a small smile, your fake fangs glistening beneath the flickering light of the plastic torches.

“Evenin’ Stevie,” your boyfriend, Hobie, drawled. He was wearing a costume similar to yours, albeit adorned with a few more spikes. The man in front of you gave a polite bow as he motioned towards the maze.

“‘Tis twelve pounds sterling each of you wish to enter…” Stevie glanced around before turning back to the two of you. “Just pretend to hand me money,” he whispered loud enough for you to hear. You giggled as Hobie reached into his pocket and curled his hand. Stevie slipped his hand underneath and slid it into his pocket.

“Any chance you could let me know where the golden pumpkin is?” you whispered. You heard from a friend that if a person found the golden pumpkin, they’d get any prize of their choice. Stevie’s lips fell into a straight line as he crossed his arms and raised a brow.

“Alright,” you sighed as you held up your hands. The worker nodded before he dramatically stepped back and billowed his cape.

“Beware you poor unfortunate souls!” he called.

“We’ll take our chances,” Hobie gave Stevie a cheeky grin as he squeezed your hand. Your smile faltered as your boyfriend led you to the entrance. The maze was adorned with towering shrubs covered in red lights, stringy cobwebs, and various plastic bones. You gasped when you heard something scrape nearby, immediately clinging to Hobie’s arm.

“It’s just a leaf, love,” he chuckled. You opened your eyes to see a large oak leaf tumble across the lawn behind you. You laughed nervously.

“I-I knew that,” you coughed into your hand as you stepped back. Hobie raised a brow and hummed a “mhm”.

“C’mon love, let’s go get your pumpkin,” Hobie said. You glanced down the dark passageway, the sound of a few, guttural groans sending shivers down your spine.

“R-Right,” you replied as you clenched your fist in determination. The two of you walked side by side towards a giant gaping maw with red, glowing eyes. You screeched and ducked your head into his neck when a giant clown wielding a chainsaw suddenly popped out and screamed. Hobie stood as still as a statue, his other hand slotted in his pocket. The clown quickly retreated back into the shadows as soon as you peeked up.

“Y’okay?” your boyfriend asked as he rubbed your back. You frowned.

“Seriously, how do you not even flinch?!” you gaped.

“Just immune to it,” he shrugged nonchalantly. The rest of the maze consisted of you screaming and almost jumping into Hobie’s arms with each creature and peril you came across, from nurse zombies to rabid mummies. Your face lost some color by the time the two of you finally strolled out of the exit. You were trembling and clutching to Hobie’s arm as the two of you stopped near a picnic table.

“Well, we made it,” Hobie sniffed as he wore an unamused expression. You nodded with a blank stare.

“Y-Yeah,” you squeaked. Hobie grinned and pulled you to his side.

“We could’ve turned around,” he said as he rubbed up and down your arm. You violently shook your head as you dug around in your pocket.

“No way! I was dead set on finding this,” you replied as you tugged at your pocket. You beamed as you triumphantly held out the shiny object. You flushed when you saw Hobie smirk. “What?” you asked with furrowed brows. The tall man leaned down and pecked your forehead.

“You’re adorable, y’know that?” he murmured. Your eyes widened as you bit your lip.

“You mean it?” you asked as you clutched the pumpkin. Hobie nodded.

“‘Course I do,” he winked. Your throat tightened when he splayed a hand over your hip and leaned down. “When we get back to the cabin, I’ll show you exactly how much I mean it,” he husked before nibbling on the shell of your ear. You squeaked when he patted your bum.

“Let’s go get your prize now, yeah?” he hummed. You blinked as you strolled beside him, dismissing the spark of arousal that flitted through your core. You smiled as you strolled up to the booth, already scanning the shelves for your prize.

“You’ve got quite the eye, my dear,” an older man beamed. You grinned as you handed him the golden pumpkin. Hobie kept his hand wrapped around yours, his gaze soft and half-lidded as you scanned the shelves.

“Could I have the black cat plush please?” you eventually asked.

“Sure thing,” the man smiled with a twinkle in his eye. He turned and pulled the cute, dark plush from the middle shelf before handing it over to you. Your heart lit up as you clutched it to your chest.

“Thank you!” you said.

“You’re welcome. Have a lovely night you two!” the man waved. You waved back before turning around. Several kids rushed around the farm, their parents chasing after them with their prizes and goodies in their arms.

“Want to do anythin’ else before we head back?” Hobie asked. You bit the inside of your cheek as you glanced at the wooden signs in the middle of the opening.

“How about…a hayride through the pumpkin patch?” you asked. Hobie grunted.

“Sounds good. Maybe I could get some gold paint from the crafts booth so we could get another prize,” he murmured with a cheeky grin.

“Hobie!” you chastised. He chuckled.

“Just a thought,” your boyfriend winked. A gust of wind made your cape flutter as the two of you made your way over to the tractor. The sun dipped below the treeline as Hobie and you climbed onto the very end, the rest of the trailer packed with other passengers clad in their costumes. You and Hobie shared a warm glance, your fangs just poking out past your upper lips. The tractor started with a sudden lurch before slowly trudging along the dirt path. You sighed and rested your head on Hobie’s shoulder, your eyes admiring the warm colors around you.

The air had cooled significantly as the golden sunrays began to dissipate. You loved autumn in the countryside-it was always nice to get away from the cold, harsh personality of the city and be embraced with the natural beauty filled with crimson and ochre.

You looked over when Hobie placed his hand over your thigh and squeezed it gently.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he murmured. You hummed.

“Just thinking about how happy I am being here with you,” you confessed. Hobie hummed and rested his head on yours.

“Happy to be here with you, too,” Hobie said. You smiled as you squeezed your cat plush to your chest. You slipped away before gazing into his chocolate brown eyes.

“I love you, Hobie,” you said softly. His eyes widened a little as his Adam’s apple bobbed.

“Love you, too, sweet pea,” he murmured before pecking your lips. The tractor rumbled along the path as you closed your eyes, soaking in the warmth of your lover’s mouth against yours. You smiled and placed your hand over his as the two of you briefly parted before kissing again. You sighed as your boyfriend brushed some hair from your round face before smoothing his thumb over your cheek, his tongue brushing over the tip of yours.

“Mommy, why are they kissing so much?” a young toddler asked across from you. The mother hastily explained that the two of you were “married”. The thought made your heart skip a beat and your hand clench over his. You blushed and dipped your head into the crook of Hobie’s neck. Your boyfriend chuckled as he rubbed your back.

“Guess we got a little carried away,” he snickered. You slowly pulled your head back and straightened your posture. You chose to simply hold Hobie’s hand the rest of the time as you slowly made your way across the pumpkin patch. The light of the full moon made Hobie’s eyes glow and facial piercings shimmer. You pecked his cheek and rested your head on his shoulder again.

“My mum was asking about us again,” you said. Hobie grunted as he brushed his calloused thumb over your knuckles.

“Yeah? What about us?” he asked, his puffy wicks brushing over your neck. You bit the inside of your cheek.

“About if she's getting a grandbaby soon,” you said. His breath audibly hitched as his eyes nearly bulged out of his head. You giggled. “Or I could just be joshin' you,” you winked. Hobie's eyelids drooped as he bit the inside of his cheek.

"Mhm," he clicked his tongue. Before you could reply, the tractor came to a subtle stop. You beamed as Hobie took your hand and led you down the trailer. You brushed off several loose pieces of hay from your dark slacks and cape. You perked your head up when you heard someone sniffle nearby. Hobie turned his head over, a small boy in a lion costume curling his fists over his eyes as tears streamed down his red cheeks. Your boyfriend frowned as he looked back at you.

"I know," you said. He smiled softly as he walked over to the young boy with you. Hobie crouched down to meet his eye level.

“What’s goin’ on, big man?” he asked. The boy let his hands drop from his face as he pouted.

“I-I can’t find my mama,” the child hiccupped. You placed a hand over your chest. Hobie nodded along to the boy’s words.

“What was the last place you were with your mama?” he asked with a calm voice. The boy glanced around before his eyes settled near the haunted maze and pointed at the attraction. “The maze?” Hobie questioned. The boy nodded. You stood nearby and clutched your cat plushie.

“Right. What’s your name, big man?” your boyfriend asked.

“A-Andrew,” the child sniffed. Hobie gave a gentle smile as his eyes softened.

“It’ll be okay, Andrew. Why don’t we go talk to the nice lady behind the stand up front and see if she can help you?” he asked. Andrew gave a fearful look as he backed away.

“B-But you’re a stranger. Mama doesn’t want me to talk to strangers,” the young boy frowned. Hobie pursed his lips. You looked down at the feline in your arms before stepping forward. Andrew gazed at you before locking eyes with the stuffed animal.

“Hi, Andrew. My name’s (Y/N),” you smiled as you crouched down next to Hobie. Andrew wrung his hands together as he shyly looked at the squishy plush. You gave him a reassuring grin as you held out the cat. “My friend Benny here’s feeling a little lost. Do you think you could help me find someone who can help him find his way back to his papa?” you asked. Andrew's eyes lit up as he slowly nodded.

“Great! Now, where do you think we should go?” you asked. Andrew knitted his brows together as he spun around, his bright blue eyes scanning the fairgrounds before he pointed over to the front booth. “Over there?” you asked.

“Uh-huh,” Andrew said with a nod. You smiled as you slowly rose to your feet, Hobie following suit.

“Awesome,” you paused and brought “Benny” up to your ear. “What’s that? You’d feel better if Andrew held you on the way there?” you asked aloud. The boy's eyes lit up, the face paint that ran down his face now starting to dry. You gently held out the stuffed animal to the young boy. “Is that okay with you, Andrew?” you questioned. He simply snatched the cat from your arms and held it close to his tiny chest.

You and Hobie exchanged warm glances before guiding the child to the stand. You asked Andrew questions about his mother as the three of you approached the front booth. A blonde woman with similar eyes gasped when she laid eyes on the young boy.

“Andy!” she cried as she rushed forward and scooped her son into her arms. The attendant at the booth gave a sigh of relief as the mother and son embraced.

“Mama look!” he beamed as he held out the squishy cat. His mother had tears in her eyes as she sniffed.

“That’s great, sweetie. Oh, I’m so glad you’re safe,” the woman said as she refused to loosen her grip on her child. She glanced up after a few seconds, Andrew following her line of sight.

“These people helped me, Mama!” he said with a toothy grin. His mother took a few steps forward.

“Thank you both. I was about to burst into tears right before you came,” she said.

“It’s our pleasure, ma’am,” Hobie replied with a grin. She returned his smile as Andrew held out the cat. You held your hands up.

“You can keep him,” you said. Andrew frowned.

“Are you sure?” he asked shyly. You smiled and nodded.

“I’m sure-you see, Benny was only lost because he was looking for his new friend,” you explained. Andrew's eyes widened before he hugged the plushie close to his heart. The mother thanked you again before stepping away. You didn’t notice Hobie’s arm around you, his eyes soft and lips drawn in a gentle smile.

“You’re an incredible person, (Y/N),” he breathed. The tips of your ears burned as you smiled sheepishly.

“Oh, Hobie,” you flushed. Hobie kissed the corner of your mouth.

“I mean it-how’d a bloke like me end up with someone as wonderful as you?” he questioned. You frowned as you rested a hand over his.

“Hey, you’re amazing, too. You were the first one to reach out to the poor guy,” you said. Hobie’s eyes glistened as he tilted your head. You melted when he pressed his lips to yours, his arm pulling your body flush against his. You rested your hands on his chest as he held you close, his warm body rubbing against yours. Both of you parted and gasped for air. Hobie’s chest rose and fell before he leaned forward.

“Why don’t we head on back, yeah?” he husked into your ear.

•••

The two of you returned to the rented cabin a little while later. You sighed as you walked into the living room fresh from the shower, a fluffy robe wrapped around your body. You stopped in your tracks when you saw Hobie lying down on a pile of blankets and pillows, a towel slung loosely around his sharp hips. The fireplace behind him flickered with yellow and orange, illuminating his wiry frame as he gazed at you with half-lidded eyes.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to make good on my promise from earlier,” he murmured as he spread his hand over the blanket beneath him. You bit your lip and squeezed your plush thighs together. Each step towards him sent shivers down your spine, your heart thrumming beneath your sternum as you stood above him.

You released a shaky breath as you untied your robe and let it roll off of your shoulders. Hobie licked his lips as he locked eyes on your exposed sex, a low sound of carnal desire rumbling through his chest. His hands came up to smooth over your waist as you crawled on top of him, your thighs and belly jiggling as you adjusted yourself above him.

“Please, Hobie,” you purred as you rested your plump breasts over his chest. Your eyes widened when you felt his erection suddenly slap against your wet sex, his towel splayed across the small nest. His tip glistened with thick drops of precum as his veiny cock twitched beneath your warm, trembling body.

“I got you,” he husked into your ear. You squeaked when he grabbed your love handles and squeezed them tenderly. A small gasp left your lips as he slowly guided you onto your back, the soft blankets below caressing your curvy body as you rested your head on a large pillow. Hobie parted his lips as he slid his hands to your breasts. “So beautiful,” he murmured.

Your heart fluttered as he kneaded your tits in his palms, his lips finding yours as if on instinct. You sighed into his mouth, bliss filling you from head to toe with each gentle squeeze of his hands and brush of his soft lips. You squealed as he took your nipples between his fingers and thumbs, rubbing them gently as he slid his tongue inside your wet mouth.

You curled your hands over his upper back as he massaged your smooth muscle with his own, his deft fingers teasing your hardening buds with every stroke. You gasped for air once he parted before he dove back in, his kisses growing more hungry and eager as his cock throbbed and leaked above your lower tummy.

“Been thinkin' about fuckin' your perfect pussy all day,” he whispered lowly before he began to kiss along your jaw. Your pussy pulsed as he gently pinched and twisted your nipples, his lips trailing down to rest over your thrumming pulse. You moaned as he wrapped his lips over your neck and suckled gingerly, his fingers teasing your buds all the while.

You rubbed over his sharp shoulder blades as he adorned your neck with hickeys, each one larger than the last. He pecked over your freshest blot before slowly trailing his kisses further down. You gasped when he replaced his fingers with his lips as he puckered them around your supple nipple.

“Ahh, Hobie,” you keened as you scrunch your fingers between his wicks. Your lover rolled his tongue over your areola, playing and flicking around your sensitive flesh with a low groan.

You panted as you felt him press his leg against your dripping sex, sparks flying through your core as you slowly rubbed your hips up and down. Hobie sighed as he nibbled on your bud before releasing it with a wet "pop". The fire nearby swelled just like the heat inside your core as your love started to kiss down your rolls and puffy tummy. Your eyes widened when he locked eyes with you as he dipped his head down, his lips pecking over your mound. Your thighs twitched as he soon lapped over your bundle of nerves, his fingers smoothing down your torso before spreading your legs apart.

“Mmm,” you whined as he swiped his tongue across your clit, his spit coating your puffy bud before he kissed tenderly. A high-pitched mewl escaped from your lips as he spread your ring of muscle open with one of his long fingers. You exhaled sharply as he curled his finger just inside your entrance before slowly pumping his digit inside your gummy walls.

“Sh-Shit Hobie,” you moaned as he flattened his tongue over your clit, your pussy softly squelching each time he thrusted his digit inside. He groaned against your folds as you gripped his hair, your cunt fluttering around his thick digit. You shuddered as he slid a second finger inside and spread your hole open a little wider.

“Look so pretty like this, soakin’ my face with your sweet juices,” Hobie’s lips danced above your sex before he pushed his face back down. You arched your back as he licked a bold stripe from where his fingers were stuffing your tight hole all the way up to your engorged, aching clit. He continued to paint long strokes up and down your slit as he plunged his fingers deep inside your warm cavern.

“H-Hobie, ‘m gonna cum,” you gasped as your walls tightened around his digits. Your eyes rolled back when you heard him audibly slurp, his lips curling over your pearl.

You cried out as you threw your head to the side, your hips rutting against his face as he eagerly drank your sweet nectar. Hobie kept the pads of his fingers pushed against your g-spot as he lapped up the juices that spilled past the tight seam of your entrance. You babbled his name as you floated down from your high, your head spinning and body tingling with bliss. Hobie licked his lips, the arousal on his chin glistening beneath the flickering flames nearby. You caught your breath as he rubbed his palm over the blanket of stretch marks on your plush, inner thigh.

“Think you’re up for more?” Hobie asked. You nodded violently, drawing a chuckle from your love. You bit your lip as Hobie hovered above you, his tall frame enveloping yours as he lined his cock to your entrance. Hobie smeared your slick over his mushroom-like tip before he slowly stretched your hole open. You keened and wrapped your ankles around the back of his thighs as you felt his blunt head deliciously spread you open.

Both of you moaned as he gently sank inside you, his dick gliding between your plush walls as you greedily sucked him in. Hobie puffed a breath of hot air against your neck as he sheathed his whole cock deep inside your aching cunt.

“Feel so good wrapped around my cock, baby,” he sucked in a sharp breath as your soft pussy flexed around his shaft. You tried to steady your breathing as the feeling of fullness overwhelmed your senses. Hobie kissed your neck as he slowly pulled his hips back. You mewled softly as you felt the steady push and pull of his cock, each drag sending ripples of ecstasy down your spine.

“My sweet girl,” he grunted as he gently wrapped his fingers around yours and squeezed. You squealed as he kissed you, the heady taste of your arousal falling across your tongue as he fucked you with slow, steady thrusts. Hobie briefly parted before he crashed his lips against yours once more. His moans were just as hungry as his kiss, his cock pulsing as he rocked a little faster.

Your thighs jiggled each time his hips met yours, his fingers squeezing your hands with such tenderness you could melt in his grasp.

“Yes,” you keened as the fat tip of his cock rubbed against your spongy, sensitive g-spot. Hobie kept his hips at the exact angle as he pounded against the spot that turned your legs to jelly. Your round asscheeks clapped as he rocked his hips a little faster, his lower torso brushing over your puffy clit.

“So good, baby. So fuckin’ good,” Hobie growled as he bared his teeth against your pulse. Your chest swelled at his praise as you moaned. Hobie nipped at one of your hickeys before he rolled his hips just the way you liked. “C’mon sweet girl-cum around this cock you love so much,” he groaned as he pistoned his cock against your cervix.

“H-Hobie!” you cried out his name with a breathy moan as your walls clamped down on his shaft. He hissed between gritted teeth as your pussy gripped his length, your walls pulsing incessantly as his breath stuttered. You squeeze your eyes shut as your legs shook around his waist, your body trembling with euphoria. Your eyes widened as Hobie continued to thrust inside you, his movements stuttering as he heaved.

“Love you so much, baby. Love-“ he choked as he shoved his dick against your cervix. You melted beneath him as you felt the long, heavy ropes of his cum paint your walls. Your nails dug into his upper back as he shallowly thrusted a few more times, your pussy squelching with your slick and his spend. Hobie eventually relaxed before he draped his naked form over yours. Your chests rose and fell together as you shared a soft kiss.

“Thank you, baby-you're so good t'me,” Hobie whispered. You smiled as he rested his forehead against yours.

“You’re good to me too, Hobie. I-I love you,” you whispered with a shaky breath. His eyes lit up as he pecked your forehead.

“I love you, too, (Y/N),” he smiled. You sighed happily as he played with your hair, the fire crackling beside the two of you as you soon drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

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[eyesxxyou]

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.

[countlessimagines]

Romantic Homicide [PART 2] (Miguel O’Hara x Reader)

Summary: After you thought you left Miguel for good, Hobie Brown makes an unexpected appearance in need of help.

A/N: Quite a few people wanted a part two and I couldn’t think of how to continue it until recently!… also I’m sorry in advance for all the feels ),:

Warnings: Mentions of blood and wounds, cussing

READ PART ONE HERE

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Hobie Brown was quick to approach you and loop his arm with yours. “No time to explain, Miguel is insane.”

“Hobie, what are you doing here? Miguel abandoned me.”

He shook his head, glancing at you briefly. “Peter B told us. He confronted Miguel and it all went to shit… a new recruit came in and Miguel is basically wanting to get rid of him. You’re the only person who can talk some sense into him.”

You removed your arm from his, giving him a cautious look. “And why should I? He wants nothing to do with me. I haven’t seen him or anyone in months!”

“Luv, we don’t have time for this. If we aren’t back soon enough Miguel might kill the kid!”

“What? What kid?” You were beyond confused at this point. Would the Miguel that loved you and held you so dearly be capable of killing another?

But it only took a second to remember the way he made you felt. The abandonment and the tears you shed for him.

“He thinks a kid named Miles is going to ruin the whole multiverse and will do anything to stop him. The kid needs help. We tried to talk to him but he’s taken down so many that have stood up to him.”

You nodded and without thinking a second more, you ran into the portal.

It felt weird traveling once again, when the last time you did was full of heartbreak and disappointment. Now you were different, stronger… you had built yourself up and became someone Miguel would never get to love.

It was only a few more seconds when you landed in a dimension filled with green hues. It was different from yours, and every turn made your spidey senses crawl.

Hobie was close behind and put his mask on when he landed. “Follow me and when we get there… just be aware he isn’t the Miguel you love…” He kept hesitating and didn’t want to assume that something bad would happen. You were their last hope in helping Miles. “Just try to talk some sense into him.”

You weren’t entirely sure if the Miguel you were approaching was going to even be listening, let alone willing to understand.

Nonetheless, Hobie gave you a bracelet to help you from glitching, and you & him began to swing through the buildings.

Your anxiety began to grow more and more with each swing through the cold night air. What if Miguel didn’t listen? Would he hurt you?… would he…?

The memories of him swinging besides you, wrapping you in his arms and kissing you mid air, pretending to drop you, only for the two of your webs to latch together in a desperate attempt to be close together again.

He loves you. He loved you.

You had to remind yourself nothing was the same anymore.

It wasn’t long before Hobie stopped on a rooftop very carefully, crouching behind a brick wall. You followed suit and could hear Miguel’s voice.

He was yelling at someone, giving him orders on where to go and to be aware of every move Miles makes, to not get tricked into a trap. Once eyes were locked on him, they would strike.

You felt all your emotions bottle to the surface, but Hobie gave your hand a squeeze and gestured for you to go speak to him. He told you he would leave to go find the others, and bring them back in case he pulls anything with you.

You nodded and made your way around the wall. His broad back was turned to you as he peered over the city, like a vampire on the hunt for blood.

Miguel’s mask was not on, and you could see his messy hair blow in the wind. His hands were balled into fists and every muscle was tense and alert.

Before you could say anything, he let out one of his glowing webs to wrap around you, bringing you close to him, his sharp teeth baring and his eyes completely red.

They softened only for a moment when he realized it was you. You were trapped in his web and couldn’t get out of his strong grip.

“(Y/N)?” He almost broke, wanting to let you go and apologize and kiss you so deeply it would never end. But he didn’t, he stayed as he was, not letting you go.

He lifted one hand and removed your mask from your face, revealing how many scars you endured the last months apart.

You had picked so many fights to prove you were capable… that you were worthy of holding the Spider-woman title. No matter how many fights you won, you still walked away bruised and bloody.

Miguel could see every single bit of your face illuminated by the orange hue of his web. He softly traced his finger over one scar on your cheek. “You’ve been busy.”

“It seems like you have as well.”

He was not the person you once knew anymore. While you had figured that out months ago when you left him, this was a whole new Miguel.

He was a heartbroken and vengeful man. Your leaving caused his ultimate break, no remorse or sorrow for anyone who stepped in front of him. They all seemed to say the same thing, have the same story, everything was repetitive.

You had been the only thing he loved truly and he messed it up… if he had not visited the dimension with your daughter, everything would have been different.

“Why and how are you here?” Miguel was analyzing every inch of your face, trying to see if it was truly the woman he loves or another version of you.

“I was told you’re going crazy,” you said and tried to wiggle out of the bounds he held you in, but it was no use.

“And how is that?”

“Miguel, do not play stupid with me. You are not yourself, you’re not well. You haven’t been for months.”

He knew what you were saying was true, but he didn’t like hearing the truth. Especially from someone he loved so dearly, and who could easily read him. He stared into your eyes, and could tell you weren’t going to pull anything with him, so he released you.

You stumbled a bit, trying to regain your footing after being held so tightly. “You never came to get me.”

Miguel scoffed and turned his back to you. “There was no reason to, you decided to run off and be dramatic while I was out saving the multiverse from collapsing. I don’t understand how you can’t comprehend that.”

It was your turn to scoff at his wild statement. “Excuse me? If I didn’t realize how important this all was, I wouldn’t have signed up in the first place. And I sure as hell wouldn’t have been your lover if this is what it had entailed.”

Miguel now snapped back to you, stepping dangerously close and staring you down, no longer with sorrow in his eyes, but a vengeful look. “You were the one to give up! I needed you, how couldn’t you have seen that? Why didn’t you stay? You had to leave just like our daughter!”

You were instantly quiet, eyes widened in horror at the revelation as to what had made him change.

Miguel realized his mistake the minute you spoke. “Our daughter?”

He shook his head, almost as if he was trying to get out the memories of Gabriella, your daughter from a different dimension who disappeared in his arms. “Forget what I said.”

“No, Peter B told me about her! He never mentioned the fact it was our daughter. You were so careless to find a version of ourselves where we had a child? And for what? For her to die because of your ignorance!”

Miguel was pacing now, his anger seeping through more so and he could feel everything slip away. The front he had for so long was breaking. He was breaking.

“You don’t understand, she needed me, she lost both of us.”

You couldn’t believe he was trying to justify it. “Miguel, you messed with her world. You had me, and you had to search for some reality where we have a daughter? We could’ve been together and had a daughter of our own by now. You shut me out and left me confused!”

“I didn’t want to lose you too.”

“And how did that work out for us?”

Miguel had reached his peak, “ENOUGH!”

He went to swing back towards you, but did not realize how close you were.

In a fatal swoop, the large spike on his arm cut your stomach.

In a second, you were on your knees, holding your stomach together. “Miguel?”

He dropped next to you in complete and utter shock, “(Y/N)? Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t…”

Miguel grabbed you in his arms as you began to bleed out, with no hope to recover. He had cut you too deep.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He began to cry, and you looked up at him, unable to find any words through your pain. Your eyes blurry with tears and you could barely see Miguel. You reached your bloody hand to his cheek, gently rubbing it before dropping your hand entirely.

You were gone.

It was his fault.

And every spider-person only saw Miguel holding his lover’s body, covered in her blood, the spike in his arm showed it was his doing.

They would never believe it was an accident, because wouldn’t the ruthless leader kill a follower who no longer agreed with him?

Let alone a lover who ran away.

And Miguel wished he had ran after you in the first place.

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Hi can I ask for a ler!miguel O’Hara fic please?

Ler!Miguel x reader

Hello anon! This is going to be in a romantic relationship, and you are not a spiderman/woman (next time pls be more specific with requests like if their spider person or gender)

I I Requests are open!

"miggy! Miggy miggy miggy miggy!"

"yes, y/n?" Your wear wolf vampire spider thingy boyfriend replies in a somewhat playfully annoyed tone, he had got one day of of work every couple months, once in a blue moon when everything was as close to stable as they could get, and you decided that your mission was to annoy him.

"how 'ya doin?" You say while looking at him with a smirk

"I was 'doin' fine till you started annoying me" he said with a scowl, hiding the chuckle and smirk that was creeping to his face

"aweeee why are you so meeeaaaan?" You say in a childish tone while playfully pouting.

"mean?" He asks "mean!" He rolls his eyes

"you still got problems with that cute 16 year old?" You look at him with a bit of confusion

"cute?" He says with a 'what do you mean by that' look

Jealous much, "Sálvame Dios, I found him cute in a PARENT like way, Miguel" you knew little Spanish, you really only used the words Miguel used, so you knew sálvane dios pretty well. You sit on the couch.

He looks just a little ticked off but not mad

"can't believe you have beef with a 16 year old" you say a little snarky while giggling to yourself. Miguel sits next to you, you are looking at a photo the opposite way from him

"I'll give you something to laugh at" he says sounding some what menacing "huh-?!" Before you could even turn to look at him you could feel a ticklish squeeze on your inner thigh "Miguel waihahahait! Nohoho!" You start giggling loudly

"no what? Don't stop tickling you? Okay if you insist." He teases starting to tickle your sides

"nohohohoho! Mihihihiggy!"

"what? Miggy what? You're saying my name but not what you want!" He teases

"nohohoho! Screhehew yohohou!" You say blushing from his teases, you bat at his hands and try to squirm away at to no avail.

"that's not a very smart thing to say in this position mi amor." He teases again. "Maybe you aren't getting the message, I know how to get it through." Suddenly you feel claws scratching at your sides.

"NOHOHO! STAHAHAP YOHOHOU VAHAHAMPIHIHRE WEHEHEARWOLF SPIHIHIDER THIHIHGNY!" you manage to squeeze out in your fit of laughter

"once again, not very smart" he moves his hands from your sides to your stomach and starts spidering across it

"MIHIHIHIHIGGY!" You tell out, he'd be worried if you guys hadn't had a safe word, worried that he had gone to far or if his claws might've actually hurt you but he knows you're fine for now

He lifts your shirt up a bit, one hand behind your back holding your lying figure up, and the other holding your hands above your head

"get ready mi amor" he waits a couple seconds for dramatics

"nohohoho!" You giggle in anticipation while squirming trying to get away

He takes a deep breath and... "PFFFFTTT* blows a raspberry right on your bellybutton and starts clawing at your sides again

"NAHOHOHOHOH! SPIHIDER SPIDER!!" You yell the safe word and he stops tickling, hugs you close and puts his head in the nook of your neck

"I'm happy this is how I get to spend my days of" he says fondly, you are the only person who gets to see the cheesy soft side of him (others like Peter b see the cheesy tickle monster side)

"ihi aham too dear."