#hobi drabble

[7ndipity]

My One and Only

Hobi x Reader

Summary: You decide to let Hobi eat you out for the first time. That’s is, pwp.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, oral(f.receiving), hair pulling, protected sex(pls be responsible), so many petnames, mentions of anxiety, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @ygwa for this request! I hope this lives up to your expectations! Love you💜

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Hobi had been many of your firsts; first real boyfriend, first I love you, and that pattern had continued into the bedroom. He’d always made you feel so safe and cared for, guiding you through anything new experience that you came across together.

But one of the things you had yet to do let him do was go down on you. The first time he asked, you’d actually said no, anxiety suddenly flaring up and getting the best of you, but he’d been nothing understanding and reassuring, reminding you that your comfort was his top priority and that the two of you didn’t have to do anything you didn’t want to.

But that was the thing, you definitely wanted to, in truth, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since he brought it up, but sometimes your nerves just got the better of you, worried about doing the wrong thing, or not living up to yours or his expectations.

But tonight, after about a week or so, you’d gotten the courage to bring it back up to him, and couldn’t say that you regretted your decision, sat on his lap as you messily made out, arms looped around his neck as he gripped your hips, grinding you against him. He’d wanted to make sure you were turned on enough and ready for him, but after twenty minutes of kissing and teasing from him, you were bordering on desperate for more, painfully aware of the wetness pooling between your legs.

Hobi seemed to catch your shift in mood from the way you started to press harder against him, pulling back to look at you with hooded eyes.

“Are you ready?” He asked breathlessly.

“Mhm.” You nodded, ignoring the faint flutter of nerves that his words stirred.

“Hey,” He cupped your face gently. looking at you with so much adoration, you could cry. “Anytime that you start to feel uncomfortable, we can stop, okay? It’s no big deal.”

You nodded.

“You remember your words?”

“Red for stop, Yellow for slow down, Green for keep going.”

“Good girl.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, laying you back on the bed.

He took his time on his descent, kissing and nipping his way down your chest and tummy, running his hands along your thighs light enough to raise goosebumps as he removed your bottoms, guiding your legs to spread wider so he could settle comfortably between them on his stomach.

You peered down at him as he planted open mouthed kisses along each of your thighs, sucking a small spot on the delicate skin that you’d likely feel for several days.

“Hobi.” You whined, squirming in his hold.

“Oh, now you’re impatient, hmm?” He chuckled, catching your hands as you tried to cover your face in embarrassment.

“It’s alright, Sweetheart,” He said soothingly, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I’ll quit teasing, okay? Just relax.”

He released your hands in favor of holding onto your hips, placing a kiss just above where you needed him before licking a broad stripe through your wet folds, making you jolt at the sensation.

“Fuck, knew you’d taste good.” He groaned, dipping back in for another taste, lapping up your wetness hungrily.

It felt like nothing you’d ever experienced, his warm tongue moving with careful precision, dipping into your entrance before coming back up to circle your clit, making you let out a whine.

“H-Hobi.” You moaned.

“Hmm? What is it, Love?” He asked sweetly, glancing up at you. “Does it feel good?”

“Yeah.” You sighed.

“You wanna try something?” He asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“Okay.” You said, slightly nervous, but trusting him.

He leaned back in, laving over your clit with his tongue a few times before closing his lips around the soft bud and sucking, causing your back to arch off the bed as you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, pleasure shooting through you like lightning.

He pulled away with a wet noise, scanning your face attentively.

“Color?” He asked.

“G-Green.” You staggered.

He dove back in, repeating the action a few more times, turning you into a writhing mess, your hands finding his hair as you scrambled for something to hold onto, tugging hard enough to earn a low groan from him.

“Sorry.” You immediately released your hold, but he caught your hands again, placing them back on his head.

“Do it again.” He nearly growled, looking up at you with an expression that had your stomach and cunt clenching.

You gave another sharp tug, making his eyes fall shut as he hissed, diving back into your heat with renewed intensity, doubling the pace of his ministrations and sending you rushing head-long towards your release.

“H-hobi, I’m-” You couldn’t finish the sentence, but he understood.

“Let go Baby, make a mess on my face.” He said, feeling your muscles twitching around him as you got closer.

Your high hit you like a freight train, a choked cry leaving you as your thighs clamped down around Hobi’s head, blocking his breathing, but he couldn’t care less at that moment. He’s sole focus was on working you through your orgasm, catching every last drop of your release, not stopping till you slumped against the bed, flinching from sensitivity.

Grinning proudly, he climbed back up the bed, your essence shining on his mouth and chin.

“Are you okay?” He asked softly, stroking your face.

“Mhm.” You hummed, too blissed out to think properly.

“Does that mean we can do that again sometime?” He asked with a grin.

“You can do that whenever you want.” You said, making him laugh.

“I’ll bear that in mind.” He kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. As you shifted closer, you became very aware of his hard cock pressed against your leg, stirring the heat in your lower belly again.

“Hobi.” You breathed against his lips. “Need you.”

“Already? Aren’t you tired?” He chuckled, but you shook your head, tugging him closer.

“Alright, my sweet baby.” He said, climbing off the bed to slip out his bottoms and grab a condom from the bedside drawer. You followed his movements closely, eyeing his bobbing cock with almost hungry eyes.

“You’re making me shy.” He giggled, catching your attention as he rolled the rubber down his length.

“Sorry.” You said, your cheeks heating up as you averted your eyes, feeling the mattress dip as he climbed back into the bed.

“I didn’t say you had to stop.“ He commented with a smirk, moving to hover over you as he kissed you softly. “Ready?”

“Very.” You replied, earning another chuckle from him that turned into a moan as he slipped inside you, filling you up slowly.

Your head fell back at the feeling of him stretching you out, leaving you throat exposed to Hobi to latch onto, kissing over the faint pink marks he’d left earlier as he waited for you to adjust to his length.

“Hobi.” You breathed after a moment.

“Move?”

“Please.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice, pulling all the way out before plunging back into you, setting a pace that quickly turned you both into moaning messes. You wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him even deeper and helping him hit that spot that had your toes curling.

“Hobi,” You panted. “Please, ‘m close.”

“I am too, Baby, cum with me.” He groaned, slipping a hand down to circle your clit, immediately sending you over the edge, making your clench around him tightly as he pounded into you even faster.

“Fuck, that’s-, I’m cumming!” He groaned, burying his face in your neck as his hips faltered, thrusting into you once, twice more before stilling as his cocked pulsed inside you, spilling into the condom.

You ran your hands along his back as you both caught your breath, causing him to nearly doze off on top of you before pulling back to look at you dreamily.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly.

“Yeah, are you?” You asked, amused by his dazed expression.

“I’m great.” He grinned. “I could even go again, if you want?”

You laughed. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re amazing.” He said, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Alright, we should get cleaned up. Wanna join me in the shower?”

“So long as it’s just a shower.” You gave him a look.

“I’ll behave.” He promised, pulling away and helping you up. “But I’m not responsible if you start something.”

You showered in relative silence, leaning into each other’s touch as you washed away the sweat and cum before toweling off and climbing back into bed together, feeling sleep threatening to overtake you as soon as you laid your head on his chest.

“I love you.” You mumbled drowsily.

“I love you too, my sweetheart,” His whispered reply was the last thing you heard before falling asleep in his arms. “My one and only.”

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[corollaservant]

There’s just something about lanky men. (18+)

You know, the type of man who’s scrawny, awkward and with a small ribcage (not from working out, genetics, you cuss). The one who doesn't put emphasis on his clothing, wearing whichever clean tshirt he can find, a pile of dirty clothes accumulating in his bedroom. The one who has water bottles, take out bags, cigarettes or weed papers and a nasty sink in his apartment. The one who has messy hair, tired eyes and cannot socialize for the life of him. The one who scratches his head, looks down awkwardly as he crosses his legs and sits weirdly on a chair. The type to never initiate a first move, friendship.. let’s not even talk about sex. There’s something about these men, you wouldn't call it a fetish, no, you don’t judge people by body types, that’s weird. It’s just that you notice a pattern here. Cause everytime you find these traits, you kind of guess their personality too. And maybe sometimes..you’re wrong.

They’re the same ones that will bend you in half, once they get the slightest hint you might be into them. The type to inexplicably know how to work their fingers in your little cunt, hell, you’d think they were pros in another life, the mastery in pace, roughness and multitasking is crazy here. These guys have you wet your panties like you can’t. By yourself. Alone. They kiss you while they’re at it too, don’t think they can’t do both. They kiss softly, open mouthed but desperately at the same time, kind of like they don’t want you to be able to breathe anymore. And… you can’t, but they don’t stop until you push their shoulders back, breathing through your nose isn't enough.

They’re the type to stay silent when you suck them off, concentrated and focused on your performance. They might bite their lips and hum softly, you’d think they don’t even like it even when you’re gagging down their whole length (palm included, as they’re large and girthy). Your throat aches and you haven’t even stopped the act and here they are silent and unappreciative, you might think. Well, you’re wrong. They appreciate it more than they let on. Do you know what it took for them to master this composure? Endless nights of jerking off just to the sight of your pretty pussy, cumming and cumming until they could build up some endurance. Mind you, they are talented but lack in the sexual experience department. Porn doesn’t get them off, they think it’s performative and staged, can’t get hard watching some poor woman fake moan and look at the camera, they think it’s embarrassing. No, instead they can easily picture you, with your legs spread and your pretty cunt glistening — anticipating their touch. Be it their skilled, slender fingers, their drooling mouth (yes, they drool inside) or their throbbing cock, they can’t get enough of your widened eyes and parted mouth and you can't stop silently begging just for a touch. And they cum, they aren’t too loud even when alone so imagine how much they try to stifle their moans when with you. You may have started deepthroating them, but their cock jerked the moment you ran your tongue down their shaft once, didn’t you notice it? They take it, you didn’t. They are close to cumming, they bite their tongue and can feel the metallic taste of blood their sinking teeth left, shit, they wouldn’t be able to taste you properly later on; they think and cuss instead of thinking the trouble they'll have swallowing down food. 

They quietly push you off, they really want to cum but these men are selfless. They don’t want to put anyone's pleasure above yours so they throw you on the bed. That’s where you were wrong too. You see them, a skeleton in clothes and think ‘’damn, this guy really is a loser’’..well, if he is, then he certainly is a strong one, these dudes have muscles you can’t even see and the rage that fuels them, makes up for it. They want to lick up a strip from your hole trickling down your left thigh, shit, they're so tempted, they might come on the mattress for all they care but their cock throbs when you ask them to fuck you instead.. if that's what you want, who are they to say no?

Their lanky chest presses against you, you can feel the pressure from their protruding bones on your skin, as they sigh, their sticky slit coming in contact with your also wet (soaked) entrance. They might just sigh but their brain is fighting a hard battle right now, to not cum just by the friction and the mess of fluids. Once you beg repeatedly (‘’please—baby, please!’’) and they can’t take it anymore, they awkwardly push the length past your folds, it slams in you violently as their sternum clashes onto you. You moan, it feels heavenly, a remarkable girth that stuffs you to the brim. They don't bottom out yet, you think fuck it, there's more? Oh sure, there is. They will shyly push more in, inch after inch, these men are NOT talkative but will make sure you are ok for good measure, wouldn't want you fainting or in pain due to their stupid cock. Little do they know, you want more and fast, but that's ok, whatever you order, they deliver. You can't tell, if they do it with skill or instinct but the thrusts are calculated and timed and they bring you close to an intense orgasm, they know it — they are observers, noticing the type and volume of moans that exit your mouth each time, that is why a slender pad of their finger is brought against your clit. They know how to hover and tilt their hips inside you simultaneously as they tease you. ‘’B–baby, oh my god.. please’’ you mewl, you shut your eyes and they’re close too. You just squeeze too damn much, whether you know it or not (they never tell you that they'd sell their soul to feel like this every day). Soon enough you're cumming, screaming loudly, only.. it's real with you, your body can’t lie and so can’t your eyes, glossy and ready to spill teardrops. These men will not be vocal (or at least they'll try not to be) but this is their breaking point, it's too much — you're too much and they finally whimper, not loud but just enough for you to hear as they let a big load inside you. They’re a deprived and awkward mess, that doesn't believe you would even bat them an eye, when you met them. Well, maybe it's their time to re-evaluate you.

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(wrote this with surprise surprise.. Shiggy in mind but it suits others too)

L, Mello my man, black hair Dabi, Aizawa, Fyodor, Aku, literally anyone from Nana cast, who’s not a child and please! let me add Hobie Brown.

[keisobe]

all i can just think of are fluffy hobie headcanons w reader who has glasses 🗣️🗣️🗣️ like they would be making out and hobie would be complaining about reader's glasses just keeps knocking on his face (definitely did not think of this because i wear glasses)

— okay as a fellow glasses wearer, i loved this idea sooo much (// ^ ^ //) ♥︎

hobie thinks your glasses are adorable. he has these moments when he’s admiring you and noticing the tiniest details. his favorite one is when your glasses slowly slip to the tip of your nose and you huff in annoyance— pushing them back up. hobie thought it was funny, but he came to find himself adjusting them for you.

with delicate fingers, hobie pushes up your glasses by the hinges until they perfectly frame your face— softly brushing a knuckle over your cheek as a way to ease your irritation.

“wha’ me to get you some goggles instead?” hobie quipped under his breath, brushing your hair behind your ears.

you simply rolled your eyes with a cheesed smile, to which hobie would playfully pinch your cheek as you continue to work.

blessed with perfect vision, hobie had no concept on what it’s like to be forced to wear glasses.

“how many fingers am i holdin’ up?” he would extend three fingers in front of your face, dragging his arm in different directions and distances.

when you tell him that’s not how it works, hobie would simply shrug his shoulders with a lazy smirk.

“wrong. the answer ‘s two.” he would obnoxiously bend his ring finger and wave it on your heated face— earning him a smack to the chest.

and yes, making out with your glasses really gets on hobie’s nerves.

a soft sigh would spill from your lips as hobie grazes his teeth along your neck— his mouth coming back to slot themselves back into its place. he leans in for another kiss and immediately comes contact with the foggy lens of your glasses.

“for fuck’s sake.” he hisses in exasperation, snatching them off your face but still being mindful not to touch your lens, he tossed them on the nearest soft surface.

before you could whine about him handling your glasses like a madman, hobie cups your cheeks and briskly pressed his lips against yours— knocking all the wind out of your lungs. you nearly tipped over by his desperate advancement until hobie wraps a firm grasp around your waist, pulling you closer with a satisfied hum.

“y’know nothin’ can keep me away from you.” he would breathe out in between heated pecks.

but sometimes, hobie doesn’t know the extent to his own strength.

“‘s just a dent babe…” hobie would look apologetic when you patch the temple with lousy tape— your pout making him feel guilty.

he nervously grasped the lenses from your hands and placed them on your face. cringing at the way the lenses slowly tilted to the side as a deep frown settled onto your face.

“see your specs still look… fine.”

don’t worry, he got you a new pair afterwards.

KEISOBE © 2023. please do not copy, translate, or modify any of my work. all of my works are not permitted to be posted on any other sites.

[fleurfiles]

hiiiii can i pls request something where the reader accidentally sends hobie her lingerie pics? or her bikini pics? look at claudia tihan’s instagram pics for what i’m saying. thank you <33

OOPS, WRONG PERSON! | h. brown.

“no…doesn’t look right.” you sucked your teeth with a frown, picking apart the images you just took of yourself, clicking delete hastily with a sigh. you wanted to like the photo, but the way you were posing wasn’t really to your liking, and you were trying hard to feel confident in the brand new lingerie you had just bought.

you had went out with your girlfriends, browsing throughout the mall as you blew your recent paycheck on clothes and makeup, your knowledge of the repercussions being ignored as you swiftly swiped your card for whatever items your heart desired. it was ecstasy to you, buying things that you actually liked, and you were really starting to crack out of your comfort zone when you found a beautiful lingerie set from victoria’s secret. it was accented with pretty white trimmings, little pink ribbons on the top, the panties silky and comfortable. you purchased the set with no regrets, walking out of that mall with a dirty smile wiped on your face.

posing in front of the mirror now was your biggest challenge. every way your body turned didn’t seem to look right to you, and your frustration started to grow inside of you until an idea sparked in your head.

you dropped to your calves and sat back onto your thighs, hips twisting to the left slightly as you flipped your hair to the side, pouted into the mirror and clicking the photo button.

the picture came out adorable, so you decided to press send to one of your girlfriends so they could see how it looked on you, and that’s when your eyes widened.

sent to my brit boyfriend 🤍.

you gasped, rapidly clicking the message in an attempt to delete it.

you and your lovely boyfriend had only been together a month. it wasn’t that you weren’t comfortable with him seeing you like this, but it was all so soon, and it wasn’t even on purpose. but it was too late, your frantic tapping was deemed useless when you saw that he had read the message, and now he was typing.

he quickly typed back, and your eyes gleamed with embarrassment as you texted him.

my brit boyfriend 🤍; Love, did you mean to send that to me?

you: i’m so sorry hobie….i didn’t mean to send you that, i was trying to send it to one of my girlfriends. you can ignore it.

my brit boyfriend 🤍; You want me to ignore it? I’ll delete it if you didn’t want me to see it, it’s no problem darlin

you: no no, you can keep it if you like it…i don’t mind…i just didn’t mean to send it ugh this is embarrassing

my brit boyfriend 🤍; You look gorgeous..wasn’t gonna say nothin because I didn’t know if you wanted me to, but you look good as shit

you: ☺️ are you serious?? i just bought it & and i didn’t know if it looked nice…

my brit boyfriend 🤍; Thinkin’ it’ll look better on the floor but that’s jus my opinion

you: HOBIE.

my brit boyfriend 🤍; You asked for my opinion and I gave it to ya love, is there a problem?

you: no problem handsome… come over?

my brit boyfriend 🤍; On my way.

[liseytopia]

i know the spider-verse hype is over but hear me out ..

another visit at your boyfriend's apartment meant another cleaning day for you and him, which obviously resulted in a helpless, whining hobie on the bed.

"babe, it's not even that hard. you just have to throw some shirts in a washing machine and press a few buttons," you laughed, shaking your head as you stared at hobie from the doorway of his bedroom after you'd designated him a small task to start. he was lying face down on his bed, groaning.

without lifting his head from the mattress adorned with misplaced and rumpled blankets and pillows, he replied, "still don' wanna."

hobie was never one for keeping his place clean. he was great at nearly everything else—he had surprisingly good hygiene, a charming personality and a pretty face, but cleaning.. wasn't his specialty. he wasn't trying to live like a slump, but sometimes he couldn't help it. fighting crime and dismantling systems of oppression didn't leave a whole lot of time or energy for something as minimal as cleaning a room—or at least, according to his protests.

you sighed, swiveling around to his in-unit mini laundry room, picking up a laundry basket, and walking back into hobie's bedroom. you began throwing various clothes lying about the room into the basket.

apparently he heard you cleaning up after him, and finally rotated his head off the bed, studying you picking up his clothes. "you don't have to do all 'tis," he murmured as you slowly deconstructed the pile of clothing.

"yeah, but you won't, so i will," you replied firmly, not making eye contact.

"awww, c'mon, love.. you don't gotta be like that," he drawled, rolling off the edge of the bed and standing up toward you. he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, the tall boy's head on top of yours. your stomach fluttered at the contact, his arms acting as a restraint to keep you from moving. it was obvious he had some sort of plan with this.

you whined in defeat, "hobie.."

"hm? what's that?" you heard him hum against your head, trying to act innocent. the rumble of his deep voice was sending vibrations throughout your body. "'m just tryna help."

"shut up, no you aren't," you grumbled, though your attempts at sounding annoyed only failed when you accidentally let a giggle slip out.

hobie hummed again. "see, i knew ya loved me," he smiled as he dragged you a couple feet back down to his bed. you collapsed on top of him on the mattress, the laundry basket and pile of clothes both long forgotten on floor.

you wrapped your arms up around his neck once he sat up, scooting back against the wall with you in his lap. he leaned forward to kiss you, his large hands holding you in place by your waist. you returned the kiss gently and slowly, resting your head down on his shoulder when you were finished.

"i take it we ain't cleanin' today?" he questioned, a smile persistent on his lips as he gazed down at your body lazily attached to his.

you shook your head in response, your eyes closed and your face still buried in his neck. that was all the indication he needed to know you were convinced. hobie would live in that messy apartment for as long as he could.

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[pinksugarscrub]

Love Language

Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Just imagine Hobie who’s love language seems to be actions/gifts and a r with words of affirmation?

Word count: 182

Warning(s): none

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Pet names aren’t really something Hobie thinks of on a daily basis. The most common endearment he’ll use is love and he feels that’s enough to fully convey how he feels about you. Even that took a bit of time.

It’s not like Hobie doesn’t absolutely adore you. It’s just that he’s always lived by the idea that actions speak louder than words. Though now that your relationship is blossoming he’s finding it hard not to feel overwhelmed.

Yeah he knew you were a bit of a chatterbox but how many more times are you going to shower him in kisses while telling him he’s the epitome of gorgeous? His heart can’t take much more!

“Lovie-” Hobie mumbles. Cheeks hot as he feels your lips press again and again to his cheek.

“Yeah?” You answer innocently. Moving your face away to admire him with that soft look you can never seem to hide. Miles is apparently always on the verge of hurling everytime he sees you. Honestly, you think he’s just jealous.

“Hold on- have I ever told you how pretty you look?”

Hobie groans as his face grows darker.

[hanasnx]

knuckle up

MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: gn!reader | dom!hobie | kinks: size | breathplay: choking | finger sucking

HOBIE BROWN's got big hands. For a guy his size it's natural to have, and you're fixated on them. You're entranced when he ropes his webbing around his palm; how his nimble fingers traverse the neck of his guitar; and you become weak when he puts them on you. Even a touch as simple as a stroke of his knuckles against your cheek elicits a whimper out of you. "You like that, eh?" he murmurs with amusement, tenderly cupping your cheek as you lean into it. Experimentally, his hand slides over until the pad of his thumb can stroke your jaw on the other side, tucking the webbing under your chin. It involuntarily pouts your lips, and he knows you're putty in his hold. He steals a kiss from your pliant mouth by inclining you towards him. So tall you have to stand on the tips of your toes to comply.

"Aren't you a pretty thing? Bein' so sweet f'me." he croons, yet it's said to call attention to how uncharacteristically agreeable you're being.

You squeeze your eyes shut as your delicate countenance skews. "Don't make fun of me."

"D'aw," he sympathizes in a feigned manner. "Wouldn't dream of it, bug." His thumb strokes at your skin, and you suck in a breath. "I like you like this." Curiously, his grip slacks to travel down until your larynx is against his palm. He idles, giving you time to expect it before his hand stretches around and flush against you. Your throat is enclosed in his grasp, your veins lovingly and expertly squeezed. In a merciful moment, he lets your feet relax, landing flat onto the ground as he raises his free hand to you. You keep your eyes closed, focusing on your heart beat, hearing your breathing. The pads of two fingers tap at your mouth, and obediently you part your lips, allowing him access inside. Eager tongue welcomes them by cupping them while your lips form around the first knuckle, until he pushes further in. Long fingers, long fucking fingers sliding over your tongue, narrowly avoiding your gag reflex as he pumps them in and out only halfway. You feel his grip around your neck tighten marginally, his own arousal getting to him as he makes you suck his fingers.

[yumeaoka-chan]

Accusations! False accusations!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Reader/ Spider Punk x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Tags: fluff, confused Hobie, offended Hobie, loser! Hobie, lovesick hobie, confused Miles, confused R (everyone's confused, but it's okay), title from that Rick Ross meme, R is AFAB, no physical description of R, cursing, sparse use of y/n (just once)

Summary: Hobie learns he has a whole reputation that he doesn't even recall gaining. 

A/N: A little drabble based off the ask that 😅 anon sent to @the-kr8tor . Loser! Hobie is my new religion😇💕💕

Furrowing his eyebrows and moving his cup from his lips, Hobie gazes at the younger Spider with growing concern. He scratches behind his ear, fingers fiddling with his piercings. He'd heard that wrong, right? Surely he had, because there was no way Miles had really come over for advice on girls. When the younger had asked to come over to his dimension yesterday, he'd thought that he just wanted to hang out. Maybe jam to some music while they ordered a pizza or something. Not… this.

“Stop looking at me like I'm crazy”, Miles huffs as he leans back against his chair, frowning at the confused look on the elder's face. ”I came to you for advice because you're the only one of us who's been around.”

“Wha’ are you talkin’ ‘bout? Been ‘round where?” The younger chuckles and shakes his head, as if Hobie has just told him some funny joke.

“Bro, stop playin’. I already know everything.” Hobie blinks at him, eyebrow raised in question. Or confusion. Definitely confusion. Miles narrows his eyes and waves his hand in the air.

“Come on, man. You know what I mean.” Hobie just stares at him, clearly waiting for an explanation. He has not the faintest idea about what the younger Spider is talking about.

“You know! How you've messed around with every type of girl before you settled down with Y/N! You've been around, man, so you must know how to get a girl's attention.”

“...HUH?!” Hobie's jaw drops open in shock of Miles' words, eyebrows raised so high that they practically reach his hairline. Because, why would the younger think that of him? Hobie just gapes at him in astonishment, little noises of disbelief leaving his lips as he tries to come to terms with the conception of him that Miles has in his head.

“Um… You alright, man? Hello…?”, Miles mumbles as he waves a hand across the punk's stunned face. Shaking his head, Hobie places his hands on his chest as though he'd been offended.

“W-Why would you think that?! Who told you that”, he questions, voice cracking and growing a bit higher in pitch with how flabbergasted he was. Miles blinks at the man before letting out an awkward chuckle, raising up a hand in a placating manner.

“What's with the surprised look? Everyone at the Society says you used to be a player.”

“I was not! ‘M very much a mess! I have no game!” And it's the truth. Hobie has always been unsuccessful in romance ever since he first discovered that he could have romantic feelings for others, way back in secondary school when he was a year eight. Any time he did harbor feelings for someone, he'd always become a stuttering mess who could only talk to his crush in the form of song lyrics. Not even good songs, at that. It's safe to say that he was the weird kid that absolutely nobody wanted to have him have a crush on them. As if him having a crush meant he was giving them cooties. Kids could be so mean.

“If you have no game, then how did you bag your girlfriend?” Miles asks curiously, munching on his fries while he watches Hobie nervously fiddle with the ring on his finger. It matched the one that you wore, silver glinting in the light. Hobie scoffs and shakes his head.

“Beats me. ‘M just a sad sod who told her fun facts about her favorite singer when we first met. I guess she liked how I was sweatin’ bullets or somethin’, cause ‘ere I am.” That makes the younger of the two pause, eyebrows twisting up and eyes squinting slightly like he can't believe what he just heard. Which Hobie finds odd because it's nothing but the truth.

The day you two met, Hobie had bumped into you on the street. It wasn't his first time seeing you walk down this particular street, but it had been his first time ever accidently making you fall on your ass with your Walkman clattering onto the pavement. The cassette tape had fell out and when Hobie went to help you up and pick up your stuff, he'd seen the artist you were listening to. And, of course, with him being the music loving nerd he was, he couldn't help the facts from spilling from his trembling lips. Sweat beading at his forehead and warmth rushing to the tips of his ears at the sweet smile you'd bestowed him with. And when you slipped your number into his clammy palm, he'd swore his knees went weak. He had very much been and still was a goner when it came to you.

“So… What you're telling me is that you have absolutely zero advice for getting a girl's attention?”

“None whatsoever. Can't believe some bloke actually thought I get girls… Lovie's the only one f'me.”

The sound of the door to the houseboat opening makes him whip his head over, heart beating wildly in his chest at the sight of you. With a sigh, you place your grocery bags down on the counter before letting out a small yelp at suddenly being pulled into a tight embrace. A chuckle leaves your lips as you pat Hobie's back, warmth blossoming in your chest as he rains kisses on your face.

“I was only gone for a little bit, Hobes. Are you that happy to see me?” You hum as you lean back to peer up at him, melting at the adoration shining in his pretty brown eyes. He gives you that dopey, lopsided grin that you love so much before brushing his lips against yours in a featherlight kiss.

“Course I am. ‘M always happy to see you, lovie”, he mumbles softly against your lips, ears flushing just a bit. Always so whipped for you and only you. You smile as you lean in to kiss him again, only to break away at the sound of Miles chuckling. You raise an eyebrow at him as you peer over Hobie's shoulder, not expecting the young Spider to be here.

“Hey, Miles. How have you been?” You greet him as you pull away from your boyfriend's embrace, the punk pouting at the lack of attention. He wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“I've been doing good. Just came over to talk a bit with Hobie”, the younger says as he gets up from his chair, a hint of mirth in his eyes as he looks on at how Hobie clings to you. “The rumors really were wrong, then.”

“Rumors? What rumors?” You turn your head to look at Hobie for an explanation, but he just shakes his head.

“Stupid stuff, sweetheart. Don't worry ‘bout it.” Clicking your tongue at his words, you look over to Miles. The kid shrugs and stuffs his hands in his hoodie, claiming that he has to go back home to finish up some homework. After seeing Miles off, you turn to face Hobie, his arms still wrapped around you. His eyes sparkle as he gazes down at you, like you hung the very stars or was the cause of a sunny day. Placing another sweet kiss on his lips, you smile at the feeling of him practically turning to mush against you. It wasn't like you couldn't get the full story about the rumors from your boyfriend later. For now, you were content to give him all the smooches he deserved.

[inoreuct]

punkflower where miles is beating up a bar full of bad guys and hobie’s just chilling under a counter with a few other gals who are hiding and they’re like WHO TF ARE U?!!?;$3;37 and hobie goes oh 👍🏼👍🏼 his bf 😚

HE’S JUST CHATTING W THEM COMPLETELY UNBOTHERED BY THE CHAOS IN THE BACKGROUND until miles hollers HOBIE and he’s like right right yep coming love and he hops up, smashes a few people w his guitar and sits back down again.

literally chatting all casual with the girlies and he goes “sorry gimme a sec bae is callin” GOES OUT KICKS ASS COMES BACK “ok where were we? smth abt ya cheatin’ ass boyfriend? girly dya want me ta run him over. bcs i’ll run him over for ya—”

the girls are FLABBERGASTED and hobie has heart eyes. absolutely fucking smitten as he watches miles beat someone over the head with a bar stool.

[perfectlyoongi]

CO-WORKER!HOSEOK who runs with you to the cafeteria when the building is busy or empty. if work was a painful, boring thing that made you crawl against the walls until it was time to go home, Hoseok just wanted to make sure that those eight or so hours you had to spend there were fun. besides his company and flowery personality, Hoseok also liked to use his hot energy as a distraction for you and, considering that it wasn't very appropriate to have paper fights in the middle of the office, the easiest alternative was small runs. from your desk, which was at the end of the hallway, away from the stairs, to the cafeteria, which was one floor below yours, you and Hoseok danced in long strides through the office, leaving a trail of laughter and happiness behind you. “coffee break! a run to the cafeteria or are you too scared to lose, again?”

CO-WORKER!HOSEOK who changes departments for you but will never admit it. Hoseok liked what he did — for him, it was a job and not an obligation. but when you joined the company, when you created an extremely strong bond with Hoseok, he started thinking about what he really wanted. yes, he liked his job, his colleagues, and even his bosses — but what about you? Hoseok never thought that you would become someone important to him, and he never dreamed that he would need to see you every day to feel good. because of that, and because he felt that you would last longer than his job, Hoseok changed departments to something he liked, but wasn't passionate about. but it didn't matter — there, he was closer to you. “yes, i'm going to change offices. if everything goes well, next month i'll be on your floor. when it's my first day here, i'll buy you lunch. what do you say?”

CO-WORKER!HOSEOK who leaves you little notes on your desk throughout the day. whenever Hoseok passed by you, whether it was to ask a colleague for some papers or to get water, he made sure to leave you little reminders that helped you get through the day and cheer you up in more difficult moments. as if it were some magical power, Hoseok seemed to always guess when you needed his words and made sure you knew you would never be alone, not as long as you had Hoseok by your side. “don't forget to listen to your body. i know it's complicated, but remember to take good care of yourself. stretch your back, take a deep breath, drink some water. the day is almost over. you can make it to the end.”

CO-WORKER!HOSEOK who hides with you in the cleaning closet when you're too tired. you didn't say anything anymore. when Hoseok held your hand, you already knew what he was going to do. always quick to act, Hoseok led you through the hallways to the cleaning closet to help you calm down. sometimes you would laugh like two children, as if you were hiding from your parents so you wouldn't have to go to sleep; other times, he would hold your face and help you take deep breaths, wiping away the tears as they streamed down your face; and there were still times when he would just hold you, using his arms as a shield against life. somehow, supernaturally, Hoseok always knew what you needed and you knew that if you weren't able to take care of yourself, Hoseok was there to take on that role. “don't make any noise, they can still hear us. just 5 minutes and then we'll be back, i promise! don't laugh! i swear if they find us, i'll steal your chair.”

CO-WORKER!HOSEOK who believes in you and your potential from day one. “if you don't believe in yourself, i'll believe for you,” Hoseok's voice was low, sweet, carrying with it the little comfort he could give you in that small closet. “you don't have to lose your head over these matters. i'm here. i remind you to take care of yourself. i believe in you. you've come this far on your own, imagine what you could do with me holding your hand. focus on your work. i know you'll get it done on time. you just need to breathe in… that's it, now… breathe out… you're more capable than you think. you're stronger than you think.”

CO-WORKER!HOSEOK who only leaves work when you go home. Hoseok knew you like no one else and he knew that you loved to escape from work as soon as the end of the day arrived; but Hoseok also knew that there were intense days, when you forgot the time or were even forced to stay at work whether you wanted to or not. as such, and to ensure that you were taking care of yourself, Hoseok only went home when he was sure that you were going to rest. for some reason, Hoseok couldn't end his day without knowing if you were okay. “it's late, let's go. you finish this tomorrow. you have time and you also have to take care of yourself. don't complain, let's go. i'll take you home.”

CO-WORKER!HOSEOK who is afraid to confess because he doesn't want anything to change between you. you were the perfect friendship for Hoseok: you were his support, his conscience, his accomplice in mischief and the one who held all his feelings. from a very early time, Hoseok knew that he wouldn't want to lose you. you became very important very quickly and he felt so good with you, so safe, so himself — he didn't want to lose that connection, that part of him, of you. “i don't know how you’ll react to this, but i ask you to promise me that nothing between us will change. i can't think of what would become of me without you and although i like you, a lot, i'd rather have you as a friend for an eternity than lose you for even a minute.”

[bigbawdy-benzz]

Lets go for a swing

Pairing: Miles1610 x reader!

Summary: Y/N is having a chill moment on the roof of her apartment until someone intercepts a picture she was taking.

A/N: this is my first miles 1610 fic, I hope you guys enjoy because I certainly did writing it. I added a song to listen to while reading it if you want to listen to it. I will also be posting once a week until I have more creative juice Love you guys ENJOYYY!!!.

It was a hot day in Brooklyn, New York, so you decided to go up on the roof to look at your city. It was beautiful, the sunrise was ethereal. You decided to draw while listening to music you loved. The scent of the air was fresher than usual, the sound of the train was refreshing, and hearing the ice cream truck go past your apartment was nostalgic. Sometimes you wish you had a companion with you to also enjoy this scenery with you, it's really intimate to share with someone you’re close with. You take a picture of the sunset but something intercepts your picture. You tilt your head looking at it until you hear a voice.

“Oh you're taking photos of me? Did you get my good side?” The mysterious voice said, you furrow your eyebrows, chuckling turning behind you.

“No you were just in the way”. You say recognizing the figure Spiderman (Miles)

“Wow but what are you doing up here it's dangerous you know” Miles says concerningly.

“Yeah I know but it's calming to me hearing the natural sounds of the city” You say taking a deep breath. Miles has a crazy Idea in his head.

“Since you love the city so much, do you want to go for a swing with me?” Miles asks, you look at your skin and your size before immediately declining,

“Absolutely not I might be a little too heavy for you to be caring around swinging from building to building”. You stated, Miles rolled his eyes sighing.

“I'm not Spiderman for nothing I'm strong and your size is perfect, you’re perfect” Miles says reassuring you, your skin is dark but you can’t help but to blush and get a little flustered.

“Okay fine but pls be careful”. You say, Miles nods his head and directs you to come over and hold onto him. You pray before you even think about moving, you wrap your arms around his waist taking a deep breath.

“Hey its ok I got you I won’t let anything happen to you preciosa” He says calming you down, you tighten your grip hearing him chuckle.

“Okay I'm going to start shooting webs now”. He announces shooting a web, you open your eyes looking at the building with a smile on your face.

“You ok?” He asks, proceeding to swing”.

“Yes it's even more beautiful than just being on a roof”. You say with a smile on your face. The sunset continues to go down and New York lights up. The lights are beautiful, you feel the air on your skin feeling safe with Spiderman. 

“Hey you hungry?” Miles asks

“Totally” You reply he nods his head, stopping at a vendor putting you down safely. You stand behind him to make it seem like you're not with him, you're with Spiderman for crying out loud you don’t want a lot of attention on you. He orders for himself getting another order for you assuming you were shy. Miles directs you to walk away with him, you wrap your arms around him again, he swings back to your roof. He gives you your food, you sit on the ground.

“Oh right you can’t eat with me you have to take your mask off” You say sadly.

“Oh no I'm going to stay. I'll eat later when I'm at home. This drawing is beautiful, "he says, looking at your drawing of the sunset.

“Thank you, I love to draw. I'm often up here drawing, it's a passion of mine or just to look at the city and enjoy nature”. You say with a smile.

“I like that, I also draw in my free time listening to music”. Miles says sitting on the ledge of the roof. You sit next to him nodding your head.

“Yeah I love music too it's definitely an es-”

 “Escape” You and Miles say at the same time looking at each other, You look into the night sky rocking back and forth enjoying this.

“You know I’ve always wanted to share a moment like this with somebody it's really intimate to me” You say.

“Well now you have me to share this with, we can swing around the city together grab food and hang out together” Miles says looking at you, he already noticed how beautiful you are it's just evident how you are similar to him. You saw him as Miles instead of the flashy show off  Spiderman. You caught his attention, and this will be a memory he thinks about forever.

[aweina]

ᥫ᭡. absent appetite , hobie brown ( 17 + )

tags fem reader. clit rubbing. unintentional edging. cum eating.

not one coherent thought goes through hobie’s head when he’s touching you.

hobie can never keep his hands to himself. you can say he’s somewhat restless, especially when he tenses up as he drags a hard look along your body. the ache of touch was hardwired into his brain that it somewhat became a routine.

during those voiceless hours, in the comfort of mutual silence, hobie becomes automatically distracted by whatever he currently has his hands on.

the usual rules to physical affection come with tender snuggles or tracing light, mindless brushes on the surfaces of soft skin. their cheeks, forearms, maybe even the swell of their thighs.

but hobie prefers to drag his hands past your waistband and nudge your clit with gentle taps with his fingers, before rubbing slow circles like he’s been sedated. this could go on for nearly an hour — his eyes heavy as he hums along the muffled music playing on the radio.

it’s only when your low whine and the sudden buck of your hips sends him back to his senses. the white noise in his head fading away — he looked around the heated room with a confused blink, then he caught a glimpse at his hand. wait, you said you wanted to finish?

“finish? hmm… yea sure.” hobie didn’t realize that he’s been doing this for the past thirty minutes — especially with you quietly withering under his distracted touches.

with his senses fully back, the calluses on his fingertips suddenly felt soft with slick warmth. the lewd noises that spilled from your lips buzzed in his ears. your shaking palms were sweaty against his aching wrist. hobie circled your clit with a quicker cadence, eyeing your unraveling body through his dark lashes.

suddenly, you let out a loud cry as the nerves from your stimulated bud quickly bursts an overwhelming warmth throughout your body — whimpering his name repeatedly under your breath.

slowly retracting his hand, a clear string of arousal coated his fingers like a spider web. he lazily cleaned it off with his pierced tongue, drawing out a dramatic hum to tease you.

“mm… ‘re sweet.” he mumbled lowly with pursed lips, suckling on his fingertips before wiping off the remnants of stickiness on his distressed jeans.

hobie stood up and stretched the arm that was down your pants. he peered down at you with heavy eyes — expression completely neutral, like he wasn’t just tasting your arousal a moment ago.

suddenly there’s a playful grin on his face as he tilts his head towards the door.

“wan’ to go eat out somewhere?”

of course, he’s a total bastard.

© aweina : please do not copy, repost, or modify any of my content.

[lildoodlenoodle]

Some random Hobie information from the comics! I’ve specified where the movies might come in and fanon stuff!

Hobie, despite having a British/cockney accent in the movie and in the comics, lives in NYC in the comics(movie might b different).

Hobie is a homeless teen(I’m pretty sure his parents died) radicalized by his dystopian world.

He’s been Spiderman for 3 years(movie so most of his comics have probably passed) and his world is a weird combination of 1970s-1990s.

Canonically bad at naming things.

His friends/band are tired of his shit and regularly make fun of him for saving the multiverse.

The cops in Hobie’s world all have the venom symbiote, he uses his guitar to play frequencies that disrupt the symbiotes.

He kills Norman Osborn twice.

Yes he kills cops.

Full name is Hobart.

Originally he hated being called Spider-Punk.

He works with his worlds Daredevil(Mattea Murdock), Captain America(Captain Anarchy), Hulk(Robbie Banner), Ironheart(RiotHeart), Ms. Marvel, etc.

Most people in his ‘band’ can’t actually play lol.

With facism one of his other greatest enemies is capitalism and being ‘marketable’.

Hobie’s design was originally meant to be Spider UK, who later became Billy Braddock.

He also got a symbiote dog called Spider-Mutt in his latest run.

Gwen Stacy was a famous rockstar who died in his world, Hobie was a fan!

He was originally recruited to what I affectionately call the ‘Interdimensional Spider Death Squad’ run by the Superior Spider with Spider Noir (and eventually Miles and Jessica joined right before the teams merged)rather than the other group of spiders.

He was the one that brought Miles back into the ‘spider society’ when the inheritors came back.

In the comics he lives in a Welfare center in Brooklyn he and his friends/band operate, in the movie he lives in a boat!

Hobie has an interdimensional band with Gwen(drums), Pavitr(keyboard), Noir(bass), Anya(1616 vocals), and Ham(air guitar)

I can’t remember Hobie having any romantic interests in his universe, but fanon wise he is often shipped with his canon gay friend, Captain Anarchy aka Karl Morningdew, but Karl does have a canon boyfriend. But outside of his universe there’s a whole host of possible ships and some do include: Hobiemiles / punkflower hobiepav/chaipunk hobiegwen / ghostpunk

[love-bitesx]

OMG OMG IMAGINE YOU PUTTING YOUR HAND ON HOBIE’S FACE AND THEN HE INSTEAD TILTS HIS HEAD SO HE KISSES YOUR PALM AAAAA 😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

ANONNNNNNNNNNNN I LOVE YOU

hobie x gn!reader

sweet lavender hung in the air, wafting through your apartment as the incense stick burnt down to its stem, clumps of scented ash crumbling onto the wooden window sill. gentle hum of music emanating from the decorated stereos, uniting elegantly with the whisper of traffic on the streets below your window.

hobie’s weight held you flush against the sofa cushions, legs tangled like web, hovering over you. veined hand running along your thigh, across your hip, stomach, anywhere he could reach. it wasn’t suggestive, nothing inappropriate, just the gentle touch of a lover – drinking in your skin through his fingertips. content hum vibrating your throat, hobie lowered his head to nip at your collarbone, a path of tender kisses leading to-and-from your lips.

it was a treasured moment. you finally had him to yourself – no patrol duties, no grumpy miguel chirping away, no missions or grand tragedies – just your hobie, soft to the touch, present with you for as long as he wanted. there was no rush, no need, no pressure, simply his lips sipping on your sweet aroma; a scent that refuses to leave his clothes, his skin, his mind. he doesn’t complain.

ghosting your fingertips along his arm, following the veins that wrapped his forearm like ivy, you danced across the distantly scarred skin of his chest, his body melting in your wake. your movements were slow, steady, and he grew restless in anticipation. teasing along his neckline, following the lines of his throat, you rested both hands on his cheeks – soft, but jagged from stubble.

cupping his face kindly, you succumbed to his dark brown eyes, half-lidded as he smirks down at you. no words were necessary, your eyes told him everything he needed to know, and he hoped that his carried the same sentiment. and boy, they did. dark with passion, and lined with a look that said nothing but ‘i love you’, lashes sitting pretty as you looked at him in awe.

turning his head, he placed a kiss to your open palm, eyes still trained on you and if his hands weren’t still firm on your waist, you could’ve sworn you’d turned to liquid and melted into the couch, putty in his hands.

“you have no idea what you do to me, hobie,” you whisper softly, so soft it falls through his chest like heaven, and he wishes he could bottle the sound.

placing another kiss, further down, and one more onto your wrist, your skin erupted into goosebumps, body shifting underneath him, and this time, it didn’t feel so innocent.

“why don’t you show me, then, darlin’?”

tags: @melisseus @meowmeowmau @fiannee @reneny @midnightnoiserose @sweetheartlizzie07 @soulaanshere @punksnlovers

[kaisworlds]

obsessing over the idea of hobie wearing make up (dark lipstick and graphic eyeliner) and the process of ruining it during a good fuck he would purposefully wear the non water proof eyeliner just so he could see how it looks in the mirror when he is done

he's the type to take pictures and videos during and after/ask you to take videos while you fuck him, looking through his gallery while we is on really long missions or when you arent home

he's the type to send you nudes while he knows your busy with a work meeting or something just to tease you, he knows you'll fuck him when you get home.

[the-kr8tor]

Katy's Summer Flick Screening 🎞️

Event Request Masterlist

🎙️Hello and welcome to my movie theatre! Bored and far from the beach? You can always experience that by watching (reading) here! *The sand and sun are not included in your viewing.*

❤️ Here, have two tickets 🎟️ 🎟️ on the house 🤫

❤️ Please choose from my array of movie genres to watch! Have a hankering for romance and adventure? My cinema has them all here! So ready your overpriced snacks and sit down for a three hour movie that will end in a cliffhanger and request away!

It's my second anniversary writing here! To celebrate I've opened up my requests once again ❤ ️The event is open to everyone who wants to participate!

Drabble Requests are open from now until July 20th (as always all remaining unwritten requests will still be written even after the event ends and the unwritten ones from the last batch of reqs will still be written)

Characters I will write for: Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk, Ekko (arcane), Jason ‘Red Hood’ Todd, Aaron Davis ‘The prowler’, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Dream of the Endless.

Custom event banners by: @thats-a-mushroom

Rules:

Please please read my request rules for additional information before requesting!

Drabble requests only please.

Character x reader only.

Everyone has two tickets 🎟️ for requesting! (Please limit your reqs to two per person.)

Requests must be sent through my ask box. For two requests please send them individually for a more organized req.

Always have a prompt with your request, no prompt no request.

Missed last year’s apothecary event? Here it is!

🎙️ Read my rules? Time to choose a movie genre! 🍿

Cheaper by the Dozen - Want some slice of life? Try this one! (parent AUs/ Domestic AU, Billie and Mona AU etc.)

Crazy Stupid Love - Have that longing you want to quench? Watch some classic romance! (romcom, ie coworker AU, boyfriend AU, TTN AU etc)

Crystal Skull - Hankering for some swashbuckling adventure through the seas? Have a go at this genre! (Any adventure au, pirate AU, BDAS AU etc)

Live and Let Die - Gadgets and high speed chases are more your thing? Use your ticket on this one! (Spy AU, Mr and Mrs Smith AU)

Back to the Future - Space, time, and aliens? They're all here! (Sci fi AU)

Once Upon a Time in Hollywood - Or maybe you want to star in a movie yourself? (Actor AU)

A Fistful of Dollars - Want to chase a train with your trusty horse and lasso? This could be your genre! (for Cowboy/Bounty hunter AU, OPIN AU)

Love and Monsters - Vampires and Ghouls? This might be the one for you! (Monster AU for Vampire AU, Fae AU, Siren AU, IPOB AU, TF AU, Mermaid AU etc.)

Return of the King - Magical swords and shiny knight armour? This one has all the fixings! (Fantasy AU/Medieval AU)

Young at Heart - Silver fox 😍 *ahem* (any older! Character)

Warm Bodies - They're eating him, and they're gonna eat me! Oh my god! (Zombie apocalypse AU)

Secret Life of Pets - One word, awww! (Three cats AU, any pet AU, Blob the cat symbiote AU)

Usual suspects - Prowler! Hobie you say? 🤭 (Villain AU, Prowler! Hobie, Black cat! R etc.)

Multiverse of madness - You know those show crossovers back then? (Crossovers, ie. Arcane and Spiderverse crossover with Ekko and Hobie)

🎞️ Can't think of a prompt for your request? You can always choose from my movie trope prompts that are right here! 🎞️

❤️ You've got your movie genre? You can also ask what kind of category you want!

📽️ (Film projector) - For fluff that is even sweeter than cinema candy 🍬!

📼 (VHS tape) - If you want to watch (read) something that will make you bawl your eyes out in the cinema.

🎭 (Theatre masks) - If you want that heart wrenching feeling but want your movie to end in a happy ending! (Hurt/Comfort)

Bonus: if your request requires it, please specify your reader! Ie. Fem! Reader, Gn! Reader, Blackcat! Reader, pirate! Reader etc.

❤️ Confused? Here's an example of a request: “Please can I ask for a love and monsters with vampire Hobie with 📽️?” Or “Prompt 15, multiverse of madness with Ekko and hobie 📽️ please!”

Or you can combine two genres into one! “A fistful of dollars + young at heart with Older! Hobie 🎭 please!”

(Please follow the event's format so that I know what you're requesting during the event!)

Don't have a request but want to chat with the projectionist? Whether it's for writing tips, talking about your ocs or just to chat around, feel free to send a 🍿!!

A/N: Thank you all so much for 2 years of writing and chatting about our blorbos! I'm forever grateful to every single one of you for reading my work! Writing has helped me immensely with my mental health and to just have people read my writing is an absolute honour and so heartwarming. You guys make me feel seen. To think that I never thought that I would still be writing now when I uploaded that very first Hobie fanfic, and now two years in and not only have I improved a lot with my writing and as a writer but I have also found amazing and talented friends through my silly works! Again, thank you very much for all the love and support for two years ❤️ To more writing, key smashes, and fangirling over our blorbos for more years to come!

Keep being kind, and stay happy and healthy!

With so much love, Katy ❤️❤️

A special thanks to @/thats-a-mushroom for the custom banners!! And for @hyperfix-wip for the help with the genres!