#hobie brown atsv

[trippiexk]

riding pussy drunk hobie with his guitar pick hanging from your neck?? hello??

sweet, sweet hobie who is completely overstimulated but he can't help it because every time he cums his cock just gets hard again because his girl is just so pretty :(.

and when his legs finally gave out below him the only thing he could do was roll over next to you and loosely hold your hips in his strong hands as you straddled him. when ur cunt enveloped him again his back was arching off of the bed and his head was being thrown back and pitiful little moans were falling from his mouth and he realized he absolutely could not get enough of you.

because you really did look beautiful. you were ravished: with pink and purple hickeys adorning your neck and collarbone and breasts, hair messy over your head, mascara even messier around your eyes, lips swollen from too many kisses, and thighs sticky from both of your climaxes and your arousal staining your skin.

hobie watched your breasts above him, mouth watering and eyes low. the blue guitar pick hanging from a silver chain rested in the divot of your chest, bouncing with the rhythm of your hips. he reached up, pulling you down to his level by your neck, fingers circling around the cool metal. god you were so fucking hot.

once to his level, his ears were filled with the sound of skin slapping and pathetic whimpers of his name falling from your swollen lips. his hands squeezed your neck slightly, making your mouth fall open and a loud moan to escape. "you're so fuckin' sexy, baby." hobie said in your ear, guiding your body down as his stomach tightened.

"this makes you mine, y'know." he yanked on your necklace, his pick, and an odd noise left your throat making you squeeze your eyes shut.

"fuck, hobie, gonna cum..." you whined, sitting up to place your hands on his chest, you needed the leverage, especially with the speed in which he was moving your body to meet his. "again?" he said teasingly, and you wanted to respond that he's came much more than you have but you didn't get the chance to. not when his cock was twitching against your walls and he was pulling you flush to his chest and moaning in the crevice of your neck. not when you were climaxing with him, eyes tearing and vision crossed. and especially not when you were attempting to catch your breath, finally feeling his dick soften inside of you after various rounds of sex.

neither one of you realized he had broken the necklace until the next morning.

[jettpack]

Concept art I did for punk world in Across the Spiderverse. This got cut from the film but it was so fun to do. Jumping from style to style while working on this was challenging!

[messylustt]

We need more touchy & needy Hobie who has feelings for his friend (she's the prettiest girl in! the! world! and his eyes akhxsj) i can imagine him being that type who brags a lot about her too lol (but he's not with her.....yet, he's just crushing very hard)

my girl — hobie brown. longer name. your best friend, hobie, is a protective bastard.

you were laying back against the couch, busy glaring at the tv. hobie walked in, a slight tilt to his head as he moved towards you. “please don’t hit it.” you shift your gaze to hobie sighing. “it’s not the tv i’m pissed at. it’s him.” you gesture to the actor on tv. “i mean can he be any more oblivious?” hobie bites down on his lower lip chuckling at your furrowed brows. he jumps down into a seat beside you, fingers reaching to smooth out the wrinkles on your forehead. you swat his hand away, and his eyes narrow. “i’m only tryna help.”

“with what?” you give him a side glance. his fingers shift back to grab your chin. “just makin’ sure you don’ grow too old, too fast.” you narrow your gaze on him, scoffing at his ‘wrinkles equal old’ joke. “and here I thought you were into older woman.” hobie scoffs, shifting slightly closer to you on the couch, arm moving to rest behind you.

“not that old. i prefer the forty to fifty age range.” you jab his side with your elbow, making him chuckle, slightly doubling over. “what time is it?” you suddenly ask, seeming to just realise how dark it had gotten outside.

“‘bout eight.” he comments, his hand moving to fiddle “absentmindedly” with your shirt — arm having to move further around you to do it. “eight? shit, i should go.” you move to stand, but hobie pulls you back down by a now permanent arm around your shoulders. you slightly fall back into him, the back of your head hitting his chest, as you feel it rumble in a chuckle.

you grab his wrist, preparing to move his hand, but hobie just pulls you closer. “jus’ stay ‘ere tonight. i don’ mind.”

“i should be getting back to my own universe.” you say, trying and failing again to move his arm. “hobie.”

“nah they won’t miss you.” he says, hand now rubbing the material of your collar between his calloused fingers. “that was nicely put, hobie.” you sarcastically say, twisting so that you can see him, but his hold still doesn’t let up.

“mhm.” he hums, a wide grin on his face as he catches your gaze. “you’re being clingy…” you narrow your gaze. he feigns innocence. “am i?” he wraps his other arm around your waist, pulling you even closer, making your breathing hitch a fraction. you quickly place your hands on his chest, so that you physically couldn’t get any closer. “yes. and it’s…weird.”

“weird? and here i thought ya were a nice and accepting girl.” his teasing smile hasn’t left. your tongue pokes out against your cheek, as you push farther away from him, finally managing to stand. hobie holds back from grabbing you again, having liked having his friend that close. his…friend.

that’s all you were, or all you saw him as. he saw different. he liked sparing you touches, and disliked when you would inevitably leave his hands. yeah, he knows you need to protect your universe but sometimes he wishes he could be a bit more selfish with you.

;;

when you were in groups, say with pav, gwen, miles and peter. hobie would have an arm wrapped around your shoulder. or when you all would sit, he’d make sure you were sat beside him, tugging your suit closer if necessary. the others found it rather sweet, how whenever you couldn’t make a ‘hang out’ being on a mission or something alike, hobie would use the time to talk you up. saying things like “yeah, did ya see y/n the other day? one of the best swingers i know.”

“didn’t y/n win that one? yeah i think she did.” he’s always been there to brag about you, but when someone else found a place to compliment you — especially if it’s the guy whose been eyeing you — hobie would use the terms ‘ma girl this’ ‘ma girl that’. “ma girl could have done better.” and everyone would know who he was talking about.

so, maybe he did have a little crush on you, maybe he wanted to get the spiders who paid extra attention fired. and maybe he liked your entire attention only on him. to anyone new you two would seem together with how hobie talks about you, but no, you’re ‘just friends’.

;;

hobie grins when you walk into HQ, but a frown soon forms when he sees how battered up you look. rushing past the others he reaches your side, grabbing your chin. you slightly startle at his fast movements. “oh, just a hard mission. i’m fine.” but hobie doesn’t loosen his grip, actually slipping his large hand further around you as he forces you to sit.

“what happened?” gwen asks, all of them having moved towards you after hobie. “just a mission. i’m fine though.” you somewhat chuckle, trying to stand again. “sit down.” hobie states, leaving no room for argument as he inspects your face full of cuts, his frown not lifting.

“hobie.” you move to grab his hand, but he only tightens it. your brows slightly furrow at his clear concern. you weren’t that badly injured, nothing life threatening. but to hobie it was the prospect of it, it could have been life threatening. “let me come next time.” he says, catching your gaze.

“you don’t have to — ” but he cuts you off. “i’m coming next time.” he sounds more sure of himself, as he grabs you into a stance. bringing you to the medical room, even after your protests of ‘i’m fine’. it goes in one ear and out the other, hobie just sitting you down as he mends your cuts, waving off the medical spiders.

“i feel like i should be flattered.” you slightly chuckle, as he tilts your head how he wants. “yeah, you should be.” he says, dabbing at a cut on your lip. “look at all this attention i’m giving you.” you chuckle, mouth opening a fraction. hobie shifts closer to you on the medical bed, hand moving to hold part of your ear and hair as he makes sure he got every cut.

“what is with all this…attention anyway?” you ask, forcing him to meet your gaze. “we’re friends aren’t we?” he asks, still not removing his hand from your face. “yeah, but…you’re acting….” you drift off brows furrowing. hobie shifts his fingers to smooth the lines on your forehead. “remember: forty to fifty age range.”

you raise your brows. “then i’m in the clear.” hobie licks at his lip ring. “not quite.” he mutters. you tilt your head, as hobie’s fingers leave your face by drifting down your skin, stopping by the cut on your lip. you both freeze at the movement, his touch sending shivers down your spine. “does it hurt?” you shrug. “more of a sting.”

“hm.” hobie hums absentmindedly, his gaze caught up in the cut. at first even he doesn’t realise how close he’s moving. your eyes slightly widen, as you lose your breath.

hobie moves closer a small tilt to his head, as his breath then fans over your bottom lip — over your cut. and then before either of you can say a word more, hobie’s lips are slowly wrapping around your lower lip, his tongue poking out to brush right along your cut, soothing the wound with his spit.

his hand has moved to your hair, a tighter grip accompanying. he draws back a fraction, your bottom lip now wet. hobie can’t help as his tongue comes back out to soothe at your cut again, dragging all the way across your lower lip, and stopping when he’s hovering over your entire mouth, tongue so close to slipping in. you feel lightheaded, as your grip has moved to his jacket, but hobie seems in a daze of his own.

“i jus’…it looked…” and he swiftly pulls you closer, hand now weaved completely into your hair as he slips his tongue into your mouth, lips connecting with yours as his head tilts for better access. “yeah…jus’ looked sore…” he pushes harder against your mouth, his hand slipping to grab your waist. ‘friends’ can now officially be used loosely, as hobie’s eager mouth takes ownership of yours.

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[exterminair]

i rewatched the movie last night and it’s now everyone’s problem!!!

[pearlsinmyhair]

teach me

hobie brainrot. nsfw, mdni. fem!reader. inexperienced!reader. handjob.

it’s what you utter when hobie shucks of his jeans, kicking them to the side as he looks down at you. “teach you what, luv?”. and then your hand is resting over the bulge in his boxers, and all the air is out of his lungs. “teach me how to make you feel good.”

he knew that inexperience does not equate to innocence, but damn he didn’t expect you to give him a hand job immediately. but he takes it in stride, rolling you over so that you sit on his thighs. he takes himself out, showing you how to grip and tug and press your thumbs against him just right. and you’re a quick learner too, having him shivering and praising you within minutes.

“just like tha’, pretty girl. doin so good, making me feel so good.”

and then he’s cumming, groaning into your shoulder as you jack him through his orgasm. and he thinks he’s good.

then he watches as you swipe his release and bring it to your lips, sucking your fingers clean.

he’s so fucking gone.

masterlists.

[nanoyeen]

theyre literally everything to me

[raerae-bb]

Just something I think people that write for ATSV should watch

[sunnymoonxx]

can you write something like hobie ‘using’ reader (consensually ofc) and degrading her? no pressure if it’s too much :) thank youuu 🩷

cold rings | hobie brown x fem!reader

pairing: hobie brown x fem!reader

summary: porn without a plot

warnings: degradation, objefixation (mentions of being used), rough sex, little praising, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it kids), oral fem receiving, oral male receiving, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, hair pulling, teasing

author's note: First thing, I'd love to thank @hanasnx for correcting me and apologise for not crediting him first. I took a big inspiration from Indy's oneshot Moth To A Flame (Hobie Brown), and I definitely recommend you check out his blog out. I adore their writing <333

I solemnly believe Hobie is a sweetheart and a sub and loves to watch you do anything to him, but since he's a punk, there's a high chance he's into BDSM. Also, he was finally confirmed to be 20, so we're the same age woohoouu. Enjoy my try for a readable smut <333

m.list

You laid in your bed, staring up at the ceiling, shivering slightly as the chilly weather crept into your room, but the warm sunset light falling into your window provided some solace. You wrapped yourself tighter in the blankets, leaning your body towards the tall figure sitting next to you.

The spikes on his bracelet met your skin, cold to the touch as he wrapped his arm around you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. You could feel his chin on the top of your head, pulling you closer to him, relaxing in his arms. He was warm, and the cold quickly left your body. You smiled, closing your eyes right before his hand slipped down your body to play with the hem of your tank top, twisting it between his fingers.

You couldn't bother to wear anything else than lavender-colored panties and a black tank top that didn't reach further than your ribs. You couldn't judge Hobie after he made fun of you for being cold. It was purely just your fault.

"Didn't Jess want us to be at the HQ by dusk?" You mumbled into Hobie's shoulder, carefully scanning his long fingers, now outlining the fabric of your panties, tickling your lower stomach.

"Prolly," he responded, you could hear him smiling while answering you. You knew Hobie for too long to know he doesn't do anything he's told to do. Unless it's you. Any words that come from your mouth, he is determined to fulfill. "Rather be with you, tho." Kissing the top of your head, his hand moved back up to sweep the hair strands falling into your eyes.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, lifting yourself on your arms to take a proper look at your companion. His legs manspreading on your bed like he owns the place, his right arm still laid out on the headboard, and a smirk on his lips. You had to hold back a smile, biting your cheek, and looking into his big brown eyes.

"Miguel will beat your ass," you uttered, sitting straight, your knees bent under you and touching his. "And mine." You added not amused by the boredom in his expression. You shared his annoyance towards the Spider Society, but you didn't want to get your ass beaten by a big-ass leader whose claws could tear anyone apart. You already tested his patience last time, and you weren't in the mood for another discussion of how useless you are.

"Babe, don't worry about it," He saw your smiley expression turn into a face of concern and decided to comfort you. He threw himself away from the board leaning towards you, grabbing your hands in his and caressing your palm with his thumb. "S'gon be okay and also, when did a little trouble scare you?" he tilted his head, awaiting your reaction.

"Never," you shook your head, adding a dramatic tone to your voice. You leaned to give Hobie a quick kiss on his lips before jumping out of the bed and walking around the room to find your suit. "But I don't wanna be sent home just because I didn't meet his stupid deadlines, Hobes." You spoke, bending down to open a box with your suit in it. Wrinkled and dirty from the last mission, you totally forgot to clean it. But this time, it was Hobie's fault after he dragged you into his place after you finished your mission to release some steam. He was partly the reason why your suit was torn up in certain places.

Hobie leaned back again against the headboard, arms behind his head as he enjoyed the view of you bending down, your panties barely covering your ass.

"I'll make you your own watch," he uttered, not taking his eyes off you as you turned around to face him, throwing your suit on the bed. "Let him kick you out, and we can visit each other any day." A smile played across his lips as he crawled to you, towering over you, and pulling you closer to him by holding your waist. You could feel his breath because of how close he was and his cold rings touching your lower back. You couldn't smile at his idea, lips forming into a light smile. You wanted to protest and say you can't afford it, but he shut you up by leaning into you, his lips meeting your ear. "I'd finally have proper time to take care of you," he whispered into your ear, his hand sliding down to grab your ass. Chills traveled down your spine as you heard his voice and the cold jewelry on his hands meeting your ass.

You couldn't help but moan at his action and be rewarded by Hobie's cocky smile and his hands traveling under your panties to hold your bare ass properly. As many times as Hobie touched you, it always felt like the first time. His long, slim fingers slid down your skin, playing with the hem of your clothes, playing with your hair, or fingering you while lying beneath him. You always ended up begging for more, and he devoured every sound you made.

Words began to form on your tongue but quickly again disappeared when Hobie attacked your neck and started leaving light kisses on your skin. You leaned into his touch, mind blank, forgetting about the suit ready on your bed, and Jess probably waiting for the both of you to show up. Now, all your thoughts were full of Hobie's lips, already on your collarbones, and his fingers still holding your ass.

"Hobie," a moan left your lips as he moved his hand up to pull away the straps of your tank top down your shoulders. He stopped all his movements, looking up at you with concern in his eyes. You bent down to give him a proper kiss, pushing him back against the mattress, your weight falling on his. Both of you let out a surprised gasp, his hands grabbing you more tightly than before.

"I'll stay," you whispered against his lips, lifting yourself to sit on your knees on his lap while he laid beneath you. You could see the sudden change in his face, a smile glowing on his lips. "But," He raised his eyebrows, confused and waiting for what you were about to say. His hands moved back to hold your ass, your already wet core so close to his reach.

"Remember last time? At the dorm?" you asked, hoping he'd remembered. But you doubted he would forget you beginning as he pounded into you against the wall and called you names, you'd be too ashamed to admit you like being called.

As expected, he tilted his head, scanning your face to find out if you were joking. When he decided you were not, he nodded his head. "Could never forget that," he joked, gripping your ass harder and pushing you against his growing crotch, gasp leaving your mouth.

You bent down, hands on his chest as you whispered against his full lips, your teeth gently tugging on his cold piercing. "I want you to do it again. Use me like you did back then." You closed your eyes as you felt his lips move against yours, his hands moving up to hold your waist.

"You sure?" he asked gently, wanting to know you're certain about your wish. You didn't waste any second and gripped his shirt, pulling yourself closer to his body. Hoping that serves as an answer.

You felt Hobie smile against you as the kiss deepened, growing more passionate and fuller of desire. You needed to feel his touch, his tongue, his fingers, his cold rings against your skin.

"Hobes, please," you whispered as his hands slipped up your tank top, caressing the skin of your underboob, teasing you. Testing how much you can take. His other hand traveled from your waist to find your hair, pulling them down so he could have more access to your neck. You let out a moan as he kept pulling your hair, holding your head thrown back. His lips attached to your neck, leaving wet trails as he moved down slowly.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice deeper and more demanding. It made your walls clench over nothing. His hand under your tank top finally moved up, your hard nipple meeting his cold rings. You gasped, closing your eyes, digging your nails into his thighs. His thumb ran over your nipple while still assaulting your neck with painfully slow kisses.

"Touch me, please." You begged between moans before you felt Hobie's lips move away from your neck and let off your hair. His brown eyes, now darker than a few minutes before, pupils dilated, stared back into yours, a smirk playing on his face.

"Barely done anything, and you're so needy already." Tilting his head, holding back a smile. His gaze fell, where your crotch met his, thoughts playing in his head.

"Pathetic," he mumbled to himself before grabbing you by the waist and throwing you under him, your back meeting your soft mattress. Hair spread on the bedsheets; legs spread for Hobie to fit in between. Your tank top slid up, exposing half of your boobs and if Hobie looked down, he could've seen the wet spot between your legs.

"You look a fucking mess." You watched him draw his fingers alongside your tank top, moving them down to meet the lace of your panties. You waited patiently for his next move, moving your hips against his hand for some friction. But he caught your action and pulled his hands away. You rolled your eyes at the frustration, pushing away the desire to finish this by yourself. But you asked for this, and Hobie always respected your wishes. No matter how twisted they were.

"Hobie, please just," Your tone was filled with annoyance, which made Hobie laugh, admiring how needy and beautiful you were for him. Lying there, leg spread out, tits out, waiting to be fucked like a whore.

"I'm gonna do what I want," he grabbed your cheeks, eyes staring into your soul. "And you will take it." His dominant voice traveled straight to your core, wanting nothing else than to be filled by him. Nodding your head, you didn't protest and let Hobie place his fingers back on your skin, teasing you for minutes before his fingers finally landed at your inner thighs. You were now sure he saw how wet you are, dripping through the panties.

"Fuck," he let out a sigh when he saw the mess you made on your underwear. "You're so predictable." His laugh filled the room followed by a gasp when his fingers touched your clothed cunt.

"D'you like it?" He raised his eyebrows, not taking his eyes off of your cunt. You nodded to answer his question, gripping the bed sheet from the frustration you felt. If Hobie won’t pleasure in the next few minutes you swear you were going to go crazy and do it yourself. Your irritation wasn’t hard to see and Hobie decide to spare you from the torture. You could barely catch him kneeling and ripping of your panties, throwing them away to the pile of clothes from earlier days. Your wet cunt now revealed to him and exposed to the chilly air in the room.

“Fuck,” he breathed out his hands spreading your legs further from each other. You lifted your head to watch him, finding him laying between your legs and taking one of his bigger rings, holding it between his thumb and his middle finger. You were confused at first as to why he took it off until you felt him slide it down your dripping clit. The coldness of the ring sent shivers down your spine and made you tremble.

“Jesus, Hobie.” You gasped, his cold ring still touching your slit. Head falling into the pillows you let yourself relax while Hobie kept working on your cunt with his ring. You could feel his breath, his lips, and his tongue so close to your soaked clit.

Hobie liked seeing you struggle under his touch, but he couldn’t feel sad for torturing you, so he quickly pressed his lips against you, drawing a moan out of you. He could drown between your legs, thighs crushing him. As if you already weren’t a mess, he added a finger, circling your wet core to coax it to loosen. “When you’re away I daydream about this.” His deep voice sent vibrations through your cunt, making you groan his name out. He took advantage of you being distracted by his words to shove his finger inside of you, your moans spreading across the room. His tongue stopped the movements on your clit, quickly being replaced by his thumb. As much as he loved tasting you and devouring your cunt, he wanted to watch you quiver underneath him. Under his fingers. So needy to be fulfilled.

Adding another finger to stretch you out, you grab his arm to stable yourself as your eye roll to the back of your head, overwhelmed by his finger pumping in and out of you. “Like it? Fucking your cunt with my fingers?” he asked, mockingly, smiling at you trembling, all because of his fingers.

“Yes, fuck.” You cried out, Hobie’s fingers speeding, curing inside of you hitting all the right stops. He was sure people outside the apartment could hear your cries, and he loved the idea of them knowing you were getting fucked and used by him. All his to take.

“So desperate,” he laughs at you, stopping his fingers but leaving them inside of you. Your head flew up, your face filled with confusion and frustration. You were so close, he could feel it, but he decided to let you cum only around his cock. He made the decisions tonight. You did as he said.

Without answering he took you by the waist and turned you around, on all fours, ass up. You tried to calm your breath and compose yourself, mad he didn’t let you cum. You felt the heat in your stomach fading away as you waited for Hobie to take you. You practically begged for him, crying for his dick to fill you up.

“Music to my ears.” He whispered into your ear, moving back behind you, admiring the view. Your ass ready to be fucked, your cunt wet, walls clenching around nothing. “All mine,” he murmured, and you could hear him playing with his belt, his pants falling to the floor.

“Yours.” You confirmed, resting your head on your hands, pleading for him to finally fuck you and use your cunt like he did many nights ago. You know he’s just toying with you, testing your patience which is about to run out. You hear his silent laugh and the next thing you know; his cock is spreading you out, deep inside of your cunt. The delicious stretch draws a moan out of you, your head covered in the pillows.

He waits for a few seconds, letting you adjust him before he starts thrusting into you, slowly starting to pick up speed. His hands on your waist, cold rings touching your skin, and his cock buried deep inside of you.

“Fuck, could do this all day.” He moans, his thrusts becoming faster and rougher. "Feels good?" he asks as he leans in to grab your hair and pull it back. "Getting fucked by me." He continues, not stopping fucking you hard, his thick cock spreading you out, tears streaming down your face from the pleasure. You couldn't even speak, as his cock kept sliding in and out of you, only focused on how good he felt inside of you.

"Like being used by me, huh." He knew you loved it. He knew how much you liked being called degradatory names, letting him spread your cunt and fuck you senseless. One of your favorite thing to do.

"Yes, Hobie," you screamed out as his cock hit your cervix hard, deeper now than ever before. His one hand still pulls your hair as his other keep your ass in place so he can pound into you like crazy. "Fucking love it when you use me like that." You let out between moans, closing your eyes,

"Fucking whore," He doesn't stop as he slides his finger under your belly to feel himself in you. The pressure of it makes your walls clench, orgasm approaching. You don't even notice his hand moves down until you feel him rubbing your sensitive clit. You were still so wet, basically dripping to the bedsheets.

"Such a good whore for taking my cock like that," he says out loud, pulling you up to press your back against his chest. His hand quickly travels up to hold your bouncing tits, playing with your nipples as he fucks into you deeper, knowing he's gonna cum soon too. "Your pussy feels so good around me." Whispering in your ear, biting into your earlobe. His cold piercing tickles your neck, making you shiver. You feel overstimulated, but it only brings you closer to your peak.

"Your fucking whore. Fuck me like your personal toy." Tears coming down from your eyes, enjoying the way Hobie fucks you like you're his personal sex toy. Like you're his possession and only he can fuck you like that.

"That's right, you're mine. Mine to take and fuck." He growls into your ear, his thrusts becoming sloppy, alerting you he's close to orgasm. And you are too, as your knees start to give up and your body weakens, under Hobie's restless cock spreading you out fast and hard.

"Fill me up, Hobie." As on command, he cums into you, filling you up with his seed. You follow him right after, falling back to your bed, letting the pleasure take over. Hobie doesn't hold you anymore and lets your knees give up on you. His cum dripping down from your cunt mixed with your own. Ass red, hair, messy, and nail marks on your hips. Marked as his. Mark as his to take.

You lay there for a few minutes, the body still trembling from the hard orgasm, until you feel Hobie fall next to you, cloth in his hands. He also looks tired, his cheeks red and eyes lighter now. You lift yourself to move closer to him, your lips meeting his.

"Thank you, Hobes." Smiling against his lips, you feel his hand move to your lower back.

"Ask more often, please. Feels fucking awesome." He jokes, now playing with your sweaty hair, which reminds him. "Look like shit, we need a shower."

[hobiebrownbrowser]

🔞Hobie Brown x F!Reader🔞

Y/N didn't come to the HQ today,

Of course Hobie was gonna worry.

Hobie knew something was wrong when you didn't show up for a mission they were assigned on together, nor for your favorite time on your break, Spending time with him. At first he thought nothing of it, Going against his gut and saying that you got the day off.

He'd turn to Miguel despite not wanting too, The guy being pissed off more than anything. He'd been trying to contact you for ages. Hobie found out you'd skipped more than just a few days. Taking it upon himself to try to contact his lover only for the call too go dead.

Hobie finally gave in to his senses, making a portal and walking through it. His eyes immediately scanning around for his girlfriend. Your place was quiet, too quiet for his own liking. Hobie felt shivers crawl down his spine as he was hit with a strong alluring scent, The smell tickling his senses as he makes his way towards your room.

The scent got stronger every breath he'd inhaled, Only inches away from the door. He'd softly knock, but didn't get much of a reply.

"Y/N, it's me' luv." He'd knock again, His ears catching signs of slight shuffling before the door had slowly cracked open. Hobie exhaled, The sweet smell lingering in the air right below his nostrils.

His nose felt like it had caught on fire. The aroma almost choking him, His eyes pinned on the women in front of him.

"Obie...what are you doing here?" Your words were slurred, trying to hide behind the door, Your eyes meeting one another.

"What I'm I doin' ere luv?" It felt more like a question then a answer, Your eyes narrowing, clearly confused. Hobie raised a brow as he leaned against the door frame, The fragrance roaming around your entire body.

You couldn't stop him from lazily brushing past you, The door sliding open more to reveal your naked trembling body, Sweat tickling down your neck as the room was scorching hot from the inside.

"Why didn' you contact me?" It was an embarrassing situation, Yet Hobie acted like this was normal. Setting his guitar down and beckoning for you to come closer. You comply with his request, A nervous look upon your face.

You climbed onto Hobie's lap, Your legs hardly functioning as they continue to subdue your ability to move. He started off slow, Calming you down by caressing your quivering thighs.

Your breathing became slow once he'd placed his hands on your hips, Rubbing circles along your burning skin. Your shaking body looking for any kind of friction to stop the growing heat that rised.

Your whimpers had Hobie falling apart, holding your hips firmly so you couldn't fall, Watching as you unravel above him.

He could feel your cunt aching for him, his ripped up jeans becoming drenched with your arousal. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking in your delightful scent one more time before pulling away.

He felt bad once you'd let out a pleading cry, not wanting the pleasure to end, Hushing you by placing soft kisses along your neck. You pulled on his vest, wanting him to take it off. He obliged, His clothes behind tossed aside somewhere.

Your alarming gaze setting a smirk upon Hobie's face. He loved making you flustered, his eyes made contact with your beautiful body, Your hip dips lining your figure like a hourglass.

"Such'n beauty." He caught your arms, fearing you'd cover the beauty from him, He tied your hands behind your back with his belt. A lousy whine emitting from your throat.

He chuckled, His lips grazing over your skin. You were sensitive to even a small touch, Flinching before relaxing as your senses were a complete mess.

He kissed your cleavage before cupping his hands around your soft breasts, nipping at your sensitive buds. You breath staggered as you tug on the restraints, eventually giving up.

It was already too much for you, letting out pleads for Hobie to touch you.

"Please! Stop teasing me..." He hushed you up with another small kiss. His hand wondering lower until his fingers made contact with your clit, Your body jolting forward almost headbutting the poor guy.

"Tryin' to knock me out princess?" The joke had gotten a tired giggle out of you, apologizing before politely asking if he could continue. You tensed as his finger slid between your wet folds, spreading them apart, pushing two fingers inside of you.

Making sure your stretched out enough before taking his cock. Your cries were so sweet, legs trembling the more Hobie pushed his fingers inside of you. Hips bucking to try to push them deeper.

Needing, wanting more than just his fingers. Incompatible words falling from your lips as you desperately begged for his cock.

He'd never heard you say something so lewd. Your patience growing thin. He could tell just by how you'd start bouncing on his lap, legs spreading wider just for him.

He didn't wanna tease you but couldn't resist, wanting to hear you whine his name, Making this night painfully slow. Just how Hobie liked it.

"Fuck stop teasing me please!" He was torturing you at this point. A small bit of him feeling guilty, the other bit eager to make you scream out his name.

He only hummed against your ear, Nipping your earlobe until it was left burning, Whispering filthy things into your ear. Your pussy squelching every time he thrusts his fingers in and out.

He didn't stop until you were practically repeating his name. Desperately trying to convince him to bottom his cock inside of you, Bucking your hips once he'd found your sweet spot, Your toes curling as your orgasm was getting closer.

You didn't want to cum on his fingers, Trying to pull away but failing miserably. Hobie could feel how eager you were for him, Your insides tightening around his fingers before he pulled them out.

You gasped as Hobie stood up from the bed, his grip on your thighs tightening as he placed you down on the soft comforter, Crawling on top of you with an annoying grin.

"You're an asshole..." You pout, earning nothing but a chuckle, along with a small peck on your lips. A shaky sigh escaping you as Hobie pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, A longing moan erupting from your lips as he slowly pushes inside of you.

Your cries catching in your throat once the tip of his cock hits directly onto your sweet spot, your legs wrapping around his waist once he bottomed himself inside of you.

His palms gripping onto your hips, whispering how tight you were around him. You closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation of him in you before begging him to move.

Pleasure rushed though the both of you, the room being filled with heavy panting and moans, Hobie's eyes not leaving your figure as he fucks you into oblivion. Taking your breasts into his hands and pinching your nipples between his cold fingers.

You were a moaning mess under him, Your pussy clenching every thrust he gave, Your legs being hosted over his shoulders as he breeds you, voice cracking as he'd found a way to go even deeper.

Your mouth agape as he rubs your clit with his thumb, Feeling your orgasm rising once more as he overstimulates you.

"Hobie! I can't- I can't!" He didn't want you to hold your orgasm, his movements focusing on finding your sweet spot just for you. You whined, Tears swelling in your eyes as all movement came to a halt.

The inside of your pussy being coated with his cum as he continues to abuse your clit. Your legs shaking uncontrollably as Hobie assaulted your sweet spot repeatedly, your vision becoming blurry until all you could see was pure white.

It took some time before Hobie had pulled out of you, Still out of breath, Undoing the restraints on your arms before going limp beside you. Hobie cuddling you in his arms as he pulls you in for kisses. Your head resting on his chest as you both slowly drift off to sleep in each other's arms.

"Tell me nex' time, yeah luv?" You only nodded, sleep taking over your body as your eyes had gotten heavy.

Making corrections. If u see sum change no you didn't-

[tvgals]

‘ BARBIE WORLD ! ‘

the spider teen group w a black barbie reader !!

MILES MORALES —

he was stunned that he pulled you to say the least

imagine when he took you home..

you and miles stand outside of his parents apartment. “and make sure you don’t call them by their first names, they hate that!” miles tells you, biting his bottom lip when he sees you knocking on the door. “i know, miles. i’m not disrespectful!” you giggle, hearing the door unlock. you’re met face to face with a brown skinned woman with her curly hair braided, laying on her shoulder. her face seems to light up when she sees the two of you. “miles!” she beams, engulfing him in a hug, when she pulls away and turns to you, she brings her hands to her chest and smiles. “and you must be y/n! miles talks so much about you!” she says, you smile and look at miles, his face flushed with embarrassment. “these are for you, mrs morales!” you grin, handing her the bouquet of azaleas. “for me? thank you so much!” she thanks you, softly grasping the stems and welcoming you two in. you see miles’ dad sitting at the table, scrolling though his phone. “dad!” miles blurts out, waiting to get his attention. once he looks up, his eyes go wide. “who’s that?” jeff asks, looking around the room just in case this was some prank.

“dad, this is my girlfriend y/n.” miles sheepishly grins, you sending a happy wave his way. jeff stares for a moment. his awkward, teenage son, was able to get a girlfriend like you? no way! “jeff, don’t just stare at the poor girl!” rio laughs. this was gonna be a long night .

HOBIE BROWN —

he loves it

the opposites attract always gets me !!

hobie watched you as you struggled to put on your favorite pair of pink chunky heels onto your feet, your annoyed groans ringing out the room. “baby!” you yell out into the apartment, hoping your boyfriend would just walk in and put your shoe on for you. you think for a second. you’ve worked multiple engineering jobs as an intern, you’ve studied multiple languages and worked many jobs, and you’re currently letting a shoe disrespect you? hobie walked in and bit back a smile at your determined face.

“love, let me help-“ hobie is cut off with a stern, “no” from you, putting your manicured hand up to stop any movement from him getting closer. “princess, just let me help.” hobie chuckles, crouching onto the floor next to you. “no! i can do it by myself. i am a strong, independent woman!” you sputter out, pushing your foot into the shoe. “bam.” you say, looking at hobie’s smiling face. now onto the next shoe.

PAVITR PRABHAKAR —

he lovessss your style

definitely helps you with makeup

“pavi!” you call out to your boyfriend, who was casually hanging off of a web from the ceiling. “yes?” he calls back to you, flipping onto his feet and walking into the bathroom where you were applying your false lashes. “baby, will you go to the mall with me?” you ask, fanning your hand in front of your eyes to dry the lash glue.

“of course! why would i say no to a pretty girl like you?” pavitr says, walking behind you and resting his chin on your head. “pavi, i need to talk to you.” you say, your tone serious and solid. pavitr gets worried, he’s never heard this tone from you like this, not so..strict and firm. “oh no…what is it?” pavitr mumbles, trailing his hands onto your waist, now moving his head to rest in the crook of your neck.

“it’s very important, like i’m talking end of our relationship if you say the wrong answer, important.” you warn him, pulling lipsticks out of your makeup bag. “now you’re scaring me.” pavitr chuckles. “what is it?” you look at him through the mirror and hold up two lipsticks, “rose red or like a light pink?” you ask, turning to actually face him. “jeez, y/n! you can’t scare me that way!” pavitr giggles, dramatically holding a hand over his heart. “but definitely rose red.”

GWEN STACY —

gwen watches you style the wig on the mannequins head, walking over to take a better look. “what are you doing?” she asks you, watching you shimmy the hair curler from the dark brown wig. “styling my wig for this party tomorrow. wanna help?” you ask, inviting her to sit down in the chair in place of you. gwen sits down and you hand her the curler, placing your hand on top of hers.

“so you gotta put the hair into this little part right here and hold it there for like…eight seconds for looser curls. that’s how i like mine.” you shrug, watching her face contort in concentration. when gwen let’s go, a perfect curl emits from the curler, you smile and give her a hug.

“see? you’re a natural!”

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[dearsnow]

WHERE YOU GO FOR YOUR FIRST DATE (SPIDERVERSE)

- headcanons for where the spiderverse characters take you on your first date (spiderverse x gn!reader, fluff)

a/n - another one of these!! you guys liked the last one so much that i had to make more lol.

HOBIE brings you to a concert. It’s loud and rowdy, but he keeps a gentle hand on you the entire time. Afterwards, he’ll lead you to a quiet place where you can talk and express your feelings about the show you just watched. It’s really cute to see his eyes light up when you discuss everything, and you know that going on this date was the right idea.

MIGUEL doesn’t have time for dates. At least, that’s what he says. So your first “date” is in his office, with you sitting quietly while he does his work. After a bit, though, he notices that you want to do something more and he feels a little pang in his stomach that could be classified as regret or guilt. When that happens, he’ll stop what he’s doing and gruffly ask you if you want to have dinner with him. When you say yes, he’ll stand to set up a nice little scene while you watch.

PAVITR takes you to dinner with him. You don’t go out, he just dresses up and asks his auntie to cook for him. It might seem cheap at first, but he’s really just excited for you to try his auntie’s food and meet his family. Everything about this moment is important to him, you included. There’s perfumed candles on the table and flowers pinned to his dress shirt, which he gives to you after the dinner. He spares no efforts.

When MILES asks you out for your first date, he tries to brainstorm every cool idea or romantic setting. Nothing seems fitting or great enough for you, so he settles on bringing you up to a high roof and having a picnic. The view of the city is incredible as the sun sets, and you talk for hours about life and literally everything. Even though the date came from Miles not knowing what to do, it’s the best date you could ask for.

Like Hobie, GWEN has an affinity for the performing arts. For this date, she’s the one playing. She lets you in on her band practices and secretly dedicates all the songs she plays to you. Her band mates absolutely know how special you are to her, so when practice ends, they all find an excuse to leave. So you’ll sit in the venue with her, talking and making jokes. She’ll apologize for not taking you somewhere “better”, but you really think that anywhere and anything with her is definitely worthy of your time.

[cherryredstars]

well well well..

walks inside in a cartoonish manner and pushes glasses up

let me say i FLEW to the app when i saw the hobie notif. delicious.

an extreme edging hobie brown fic? 😊 like MANY times?? as many as you think he could take?? him passing out after nutting too hard when he is finally allowed?? i need that man crying and twitching 👍

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Handjobs, Oral Sex, Penetrative Sex, Edging, Passing Out

Summary: This is why he doesn’t believe in it. 

Word Count: 1.8K (Not Edited)

This was supposed to be fun. 

You said it was going to be fun. Different, but fun. And Hobie, he likes different. He likes fun. He likes you. So of course he agreed. He always agreed to things of that sort, besides the times he didn't agree to those types of things because that’s being consistent and Hobie doesn’t believe in consistency (unless it’s you because that’s the only good kind of consistency). You know, Hobie always got himself into all types of trouble. It’s made him a quick thinker, a really good problem solver. There was very little that he couldn’t save himself from. 

He couldn’t save himself from this one. 

You looked like one bloody seducer, on your knees before him with that look on your fucking face. So innocent and pure and mischievous and rebellious. Everything and anything and nothing all at once. Perfect, absolutely perfect and mind boggling. 

And everything felt so good. Too good and too much and too little and in need of more. More and more and more. And you gave it to him. In the right doses, or too little, or too much, or too far inbetween, or too close together. Did he mention it was too much? Because it was, it was a lot. But it was a good a lot, but it was also a bad a lot, but a good bad a lot. If you know you know, but if you don’t you’re definitely doing something wrong. 

But you weren’t doing it wrong. Your hands and mouth and fucking tight ass walls were doing it right. And usually that isn’t a problem, but today it is. It’s a problem because it’s Hobie’s problem and you’re making it his problem. Because when you said it was going to be fun, you meant it as going to be fun for you. Not Hobie, you. Because your idea of fun is making men suffer and reducing them to whimpering messes, which Hobie would usually salute you for on any other occasion. But he can’t because, well he can’t think very clearly anymore and he’s the man you’ve decided to make suffer. So there is very little to salute at the moment. 

You’re moving your hand in a way he can’t stand because it feels so good and gets him close too soon and what’s the fun in something ending prematurely? Your hands are soft, tugging on him roughly as your other hand cups his tip and rubs rapid circles around it. It has his hips bucking, curses spilling from his mouth. His hand is behind your head, his own thrown back as he pleads for you to stop and to keep going. He can’t really decide what he wants from you at the moment. 

You’re fucking laughing at him though, cooing and asking him if he’s alright. If he wasn’t getting the best handjob of his life he would shoot something snarky and flirtatious back at you, but he is currently getting the best handjob of his life so you’ll have to wait. Well, he was getting the best handjob of his life. He isn’t anymore because you’ve decided to be a fucking menace and pull your hands away right before he was going to get his bloody release. It has his whole body, mostly his cock, twitching in denial. His hips are still bucking up, humping the air and trying to prolong the quickly vanishing stimulation from your hands. He’s panting heavily, chest heaving and he groans. 

Do you have to be so damn consistent? This is why he hates consistency. Consistency ain’t no fun for no one. Especially for Hobie, which is why he doesn’t believe in it. But it’s a bloody shame that you believe in consistency. Because you’re using consistency against him and it’s getting in the way of his orgasms. And, you don’t fuck with a man and his orgasms. But he’s not going to say that out loud because he’s sure it sounds egotistical or narcissistic or whatever the fuck. He doesn’t know at the moment, his brain is too busy short circuiting. Come back later. But back to consistency. Did he mention he hates it? Because he does, but you don’t. You just love consistency and edging him for no good reason besides it being ‘fun’.

“Love, you’re being consistent.” Hobie mumbles in between pants. “We don’t like consistency.”

You hum in disagreement, shutting him up with your mouth. On his cock. On his sensitive cock that has not had a release in the past 3 hours. He would have came around seven, wait no its eight, times by now if it weren’t for your desire to torture him. But maybe that’s okay. Can’t think again, your mouth feels too good soothing that ache in his cock. Making up your mind is overrated anyways.

You’re letting out exaggerated sounds around his cock, sending vibrations up his length. It causes him to whine, both of his hands falling to your head. He guides your movements, fucking into your mouth. You quickly pull away, saliva flowing down your chin. You remove his hands away from your head, getting rid of any control he has over your movements. It causes him to whine out again, huffing like a spoiled child. He’ll behave if you want him too. He just needs you to start sucking him off again, and maybe to make him come, but he definitely needs to feel your mouth around him again. He presses his hips up towards your face, offering his cock back to you with whimpers and slurred pleading. 

You smile up at him as you begin jerking him off again, slipping him back into your mouth. You bob your head rapidly, lashes fluttering everytime you bring him to the back of your throat. He hisses when you gag around him, your throat contracting around his tip. He’s so close to exploding again, his hands bunching up his sheets to use as leverage so he can thrust into your mouth. You keep your head still, letting him fuck into you. He whines, moaning and grunting. This is it, this has to be it. You’re gonna let him come this time. You’re going to let him fill up your mouth. 

“Yes, yes, yes, yesyesyesyesyesyesyes,” he babbles to himself, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. His face scrunches up, eyes watering behind his lids from the pleasure. His mouth drops wide open as he moans, preparing to succumb to the feelings of release. 

He doesn’t get it though. You pull back again and his eyes snap open. He lets himself fall to his back on the bed, tears spilling from his eyes at your betrayal. His body is twitching again, jumping from the sensitivity he feels. This isn’t fun at all.

Your face comes to view, hovering over his. You’ve wiped the spit off your face, but Hobie turns away from you. You coo gently at him, turning his face back towards you and giving him sweet kisses along his cheeks in apology. He can only whine under you, his hands grabbing at your ass desperately. His cock is in need of attention, veins protruding from the skin and glossy from spit and precum. 

You distract him from the pain with a sloppy kiss, both of you moaning into it. He pulls away with a loud groan, heading falling back as you sink onto him. You’re warm and tight, walls molding to the shape of his cock. His dick is a twitching mess, jumping inside of you in excitement. You let out a mix of moans and giggles, feeling precum leaving his tip in preparation. Your hands fall to his chest in support, rotating your hips experimentally. 

Hobie’s grip tightens, his accent growing thick as he babbles. He begs for more, tears still flowing from his eyes as he tries to move your hips faster. You comply, moving one of your hands to his thigh, leaning back as you buck your hips. He’s surprised he hasn’t finished already, eyes rolling back as he curses. Your moans mix with his loud whimpers, beginning to bounce. Hobie writhes on the bed, twisting his body and moving his hips desperately. He moans in displeasure when you slow down, practically motionless besides the slow and small circling of your hips. 

Of course, it was too good to be true. He lolls his head to the side, a pathetic and pleading look in his eyes. It makes you smile condescendingly, your hand falling to his cheek. He leans into the touch, but he has a scrunched up look on his face. 

“What is it, darling? You look sad,” You pout teasingly to him and he whines back a muffled ‘please’. You tilt your head in false confusion, blinking nicely down at him. 

Hobie bucks his hips up, almost throwing you off if it weren’t for your hands planted on his body, “Please, just- fuck- please just move.”

Your smile grows bigger, slowly building back to the rapid pace you set before. Hobie moans out in content, his hands grabbing you everywhere he can reach. He’s a desperate mess, thanking you in slurred words and begging you not to stop. Your thighs are beginning to burn with how forcefully they hit his skin, your own orgasm fast approaching. You decide you’ve tortured him enough, giving the last of your energy to get you off. You finish quickly, staining him in your release. It triggers his own, a loud and guttural yell leaving him as he fills you. It’s hot and warm and never-ending. You fall forward, burying your face into his neck as you cry out. It drips out of you as more and more replaces it, coating his cock in white. It feels like hours when he finally stops spilling into you, leaving you a panting mess. Hobie’s hold on you slackens, and the rapid heaving of his chest begins to die down. 

It takes you a bit longer to catch your breath, kissing Hobie’s neck as it finally calms, “Holy fuck, there was so much.”

You giggle to yourself, waiting for Hobie to join along. Your brows furrow when he remains silent. You slowly pull away from his skin, calling his name questionably. You’re left in shock when you see his calm face, eyes shut as he sleeps. You laugh in disbelief, gently slapping his face to wake him up. His eyes are foggy and scrunched when he opens them, moaning weakly at you. 

‘Hobie, babe, you gotta stay up. We need to clean up.” Hobie shakes his head stubbornly, wrapping his arms around you to pull you back down on him. You can feel his breath slowing down as he falls back into sleep.

“You’re a bloody fucking menace.”

[exterminair]

not enough people talking about how one of hobie’s canon events was quitting being spider-man. i need writers exploring this ASAP.

[pearlsinmyhair]

⋆hobie loves his angel.⋆

-fem!reader. slight nsfw. mdni.-

she scoffs when he calls her that, of course. “how can i be something holy?” she asked in jest when he called her by the name one night. “it ain’t about bein’ holy.” he had said as he wrapped his arms around her. “it’s about being worshipped.”

because she should be. by god, she should be. he wasn’t religious, but her? she made him understand why people wear crosses and carry images of saints in their pockets. of course, those same people would probably drop a bucket of holy water on his head if they knew what he thought about his angel.

like when she was walking around the room in that short little tennis skirt. or when she wore only her white lace bralette in his apartment. or when she hummed a tune. or when she looked up at him as she sucked him off. or when he pushed her back into an arch while he fucked into her from behind, her shoulder blades pushing up like angel wings. or how she sang his name like a hymn.

oh, there was a special place in hell for him, that’s for sure.

but like any institution, hobie scoffed at organized religion and said fuck off to their ideas of virtue and purity. his angel was beautiful, a work of art, worthy of all adoration. she didn’t need to be “clean” to be one.

so he pressed the word against her every chance he got. kissed into the skin of her thigh. murmured into the nape of her neck. tucked into the palm of her hand.

angel. angel. angel.

‘cause she was his angel, and he was her devoted sinner.

~just some thoughts that have been plaguing me~

want to see more of my writing on hobie or my other projects? click here!

[nanoyeen]

⚡️⚡️SPIDER-PUNK‼️‼️⚡️🎸🎸

this man has such a chokehold on my life it's actually concerning somebody send help