#hobie brown x plus size!reader

[eyesxxyou]

Puppy play w Doberman Hobie where the collar he has is actually the one you gifted him :( and he's such a good boy and your fav thing to do to him is to force him to come over and over as he humps and ruts against your thigh

Hobie Brown is such a good boy. You tell him that as he sits on your lap in just his underwear and humps your thigh with the vigor of a dog in rut. You’re a mere sheep hybrid and you have a big, bad doberman completely wrapped around your finger.

His hands are on your shoulders, bracing himself as he presses his boney hips into the meat of your thigh. He lulled his head back, exposing his collared throat to you. His Adams apple bobbed against the leather and it tightened around his untouched throat. It was so easy for his hands to roam, fingers easily finding their way into the soft curls of your hair, pulling and grasping with a sense of desperation.

His ears flicked and his tail swung back and forth so hard it was whipping his own thighs, leaving lashes against the supple skin where your full hands massaged the flesh.

The thick swell of his cock pressed into the thin fabric of his underwear, already wet from orgasm after orgasm forced upon him. He couldn't stop, wasn't allowed to, not that he wanted to. He humped your leg hard, grasping you to keep you close as he pressed himself into your softness and hoped to have some of it for himself.

“F-fuck!” He barked, almost whimpering something high and whiney. Hobie looked at you from fluttering eyes and saw you smirk at him so innocently. Your eyes, big and sheep-like, as you ask him with all the sweetness you can offer, “you gonna cum again, puppy?”

Hobie could only moan, his head lulling, eyes rolling. A little drool traced the curve of his lip before dribbling down his chin. He rutted his hips hard, lithe fingers pressing into your soft tummy. “Please, ‘m so close.” He could feel euphoria peeking over the horizon. He lie just on the cusp of his 5th climax. His cock twitched with it, a useless knot swelling on his cock as he bounces on your leg.

And when he cums in his underwear once again. You praise him just as he deserves. “Good boy. Such a good boy f’me.”

[mxa13xx]

"Readers slips on his hoodie, it's huge on her"

Me a plus sized person reading an xReader with a character who has the skinnest (sluttest) waist ever: 🧍

[daisies-daydreams]

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

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

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

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

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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

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

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

“H-Hobie,” you flushed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“G’night, sweetheart,” he whispered. 

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

Taglist: @maybethatfanfictionwriter

[httpsjeonglvr]

I love you’re writing!!

Can you please do another Hobie Brown x plus size reader. Maybe where she’s a spider person too and Miguel or someone gives her crap about her size and it unlocks some old insecurities and Hobie helps her feel better and he’s super protective of his girl.

I know this is kind of similar to you last one so if not that’s okay 🫶

Of course i love writing your guys request.

You had joined the spider people later then everyone but you and Hobie had an immediate connection and that connection turned into something more. You we’re currently on a mission but you we’re behind everyone since you had weighed more than others and also had asthma.

Miguel had obviously caught onto this and groaned pulling you aside followed by Hindi who wanted to make he didn’t try anything with his girl. You watched as Miguel had his usual frown on his face before he rubbed hie face.

“You know Y/N I think maybe you should take a break from being a spider person.”

The statement caught you and Hobie off guard as he watched your face mold into a frown and you crossed your arms. He loved when you did that because it pushed your breast up.

“Why not? Did I do something wrong?”

Your voice was firm as you walked up to him as he raised his hands. You stood in front of him with a glare as you nodded him staring at your stomach.

“Because your slower than the others and it’s slowing us down!” Miguel didn’t want his words to come out as harsh but he was tired of getting to the scene late because you had a hard time keeping up with the rest.

“What are you trying to say asshole?” You pushed him as he grabbed onto your wrists anger took over his body. “I’m saying you’re not fit enough for this job”

Your body froze once you processed his words and you shook your head before punching him straight in his face and walking away leaving the group confused and an angered Hobie who started to yell at Miguel almost resulting in a psychical fight.

When you got home you slammed your door leaving it hanging off the hinge and yelled as you ripped off your spider suit throwing it in the trash as you laid on your bed curled in fetal position.

When Hobie came back home with a black eye, he noticed your torn spider suit and hurried to your shared bedroom noticing you crying,he silently took of his shoes and laid behind you wrapping his arms around your waist kissing your shoulder.

“Baby don’t mind that asshole he doesn’t know what he’s talking about”

You just nodded turning to face him and he place a kiss on your lips as he massaged your butt which always brought you comfort. You hadn’t felt insecure in a while but the words your boss said brought you back to dark times when you wouldn’t eat just so you could loose weight but ended up in the hospital. Hobie was always there for you to bring you out that dark place.

THE NEXT DAY you and Hobie decided to stay in bed where he spent the day praising you so everything you did even if it was as simple as eating. You had told him to go back to work because you didn’t want him to stop working. Miguel had come to you personally apologizing and begged for you to come back which you only did because he said Pav was a sad mess without you and refused to work until you came back.

Miguel had never said anything about your weight again and left you and Hobie’s alone so he could get one of his best fighters back to the team.

[kbug17]

Thinking about writing a Hobie Brown x Plus size bimbo reader. Anybody interested?

[anamenooneowns]

AN: just so ppl know. my works are almost always going to be with black, chubby women in mind (and if not chubby they will still 100% be black). also, i have not seen EITHER of the spiderverse movies, i'm just a hoe who thirsts over any fictional man so i just kinda made an amalgamation of hobie's personality from the fanfics i've read and viola. i just free-flowed this to procrastinate from doing my anatomy and physiology homework. enjoy.

warnings: shibari, cam-girl, face hidden, voyeurism (hobie is watching behind the cam), masturbating, bar-spreader, fem!reader, afab (and i think thats all, lemme know if i missed sum)

MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI

Just Enough

You shrieked, legs trembling but unmoving. The intricately knotted ropes where your knees met your thighs were kept open with a spreader bar at your ankles. All from the diligent hands of your lovely boyfriend - watching from behind the camera as you squirted - stroking his cock as the steady hum of your wand echoed in the room.

Your head rolled back between your shoulders, a sob of - "Fuck!" - pouring out of your lips as you clit throbbed and ached. The pearl was shiny and round as it stuck out from under it's hood.

The gentle chime of a noise akin to coins dropping on the sidewalk were like adlibs to the symphony of your moans, his slick strokes, and the vibrator. Your body - lovely in all of it's curves and planes - open for the eyes of ten-thousand horny, voyeuristic people around the world.

But Hobie? Oh, Hobie got all of this for free. He was an artist - obviously. A connoisseur of music... in his own way, of course. But there was no denying that the moment you handed your time over to him, your emotions, your love - your very heart. He knew you were something special.

Your voice was dulcet. A sound that talking-wise he would never be able to get enough of. Hell, talk to him about the Big Bang Theory and he'd be sleeping like a baby from your voice. So when you gave him the grace to make you feel good, and bestowed your sounds of pleasure in his ears? Hobie knew he had to make you a star.

In your own right, of course. With the mutual condition that it was anonymous. Now, Hobie was a man who liked to show off, but your face was his. He can imagine it right now, even with your head pushed into the pillows and your back bowed from the overstimulation of six - going on seven - orgasms. Hobart Brown was a very imaginative man. And he could see how your eyes smoothly looked inward before rolling back, your bottom teeth tucked between your lips before releasing when a moan bubbled out, and those pretty tears rolling down the sides of your face.

He growled when the rise of his orgasm nearly came and firmly grasped himself just under the head of his cock. It hurt more psychologically than it did physically to stave off his climax, saving it for the clenching hold between her chubby, brown folds.

'How much fuckin' longer?' Hobie thought to himself, looking at his phone. The timer of three minutes looked back at him, and his thick lips pulled into a smirk as he ended the livestream and slammed the laptop shut.

"B-baby?" you whimpered, picking up on the familiar sound.

Hobie hushed you gently, removing the bar and your blindfold to see bloodshot, baby browns staring back at him.

"S'alright love. Looked all gorgeous 'nd that tonight."

You smiled, laughing lightly. "You always say that."

"Cause you do," he insisted. Then his hand grasped your face, fingertips digging into your soft cheeks. "You'd look even prettier with my cum on your face though."

Your eyes flitted down to his bobbing length - black with a purple-pink head and soft, trimmed curls at the base - it made your mouth water.

"Got enough in you for another round? Saved everything just for that snatch," he murmured against your lips.

It was comical. The way your eyes glazed over and he felt the air around you bend and shift to the taking girl you were. "Yeah... just enough."

[romiantic]

MATCHING PIERCINGS WITH HOBIE !

→ READING: black!fem!reader

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff + a pinch of suggestive content

→ A/N: I did write this with a chubby reader in mind but anyone can read tbh

— you two would have matching jewelry but piercings not in the same place, get what I’m sayin?

— like hobie has his double eyebrow piercing while you have your cartilage piercing to match. to make it better, he switch out his eyebrow jewelry for whatever color you’re wearing on your cartilage piercing !

— for his nose piercing, you would match with a nose piercing and belly piercing as well. hobie convinced you to get a belly piercing first, the thoughts of your piercing jingle as you walk by made his face heat up and think of…other things

— for your belly piercing, he would try to match the color. if you’re wearing a pink butterfly charm, he would switch out his regular hoop for a pink stud. if you’re wearing a snake on your belly, he would place a snake hoop on his nose, he favors the snake on him more

— as for nose piercings, the both of you are quite basic to be honest. it’s usually your regular gold hoop and his silver hoop or your studs, y’all don’t do much with y’all nose. hobie prefers matching with your belly instead

— during outings with hobie, the both of y’all will gladly flash y’all jewelry to the camera, y’all don’t care! hobie will have the most shit eating grin while he brags to the reporters about y’all new piercings and walks off giving you a small kiss

— during private, quiet times, hobie will play with the charm on your belly or randomly kiss your cartilage. he doesn’t know why but jewelry on you makes your attraction to him skyrocket by ten. he loves staring at you and admiring all the gold and silver pieces placed around your charming face, he thinks you look ethereal

⭑ mia makes a short hcs post ?? shocker 😱

⭑ kinda wanna make a drabble out of this but maybe some other time, my brain is fried from writing so much

⭑ if any of my moots or any blog wanna make a nsfw version of this, be my guest ! just make sure to give me credit <3

⭑ oh to have hobie kiss all my piercings <33

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: Luke 6:35

SPIDERMAN: ATSV MASTERLIST + MAIN MASTERLIST

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗉𝗇𝗄𝗐𝖾𝖻. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[rahhhhhhs-blog]

How the Spiderman would react to you dodging their kisses

༻꫞ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠 ꫞༺

Miles is a very shy or rather awkward person.

In public he's shy with his affection often seen as closed off.

He loves hugging and kissing you but in private. It gives him a sense of comfort and love.

You were sitting on his bed. He was chilling at his desk drawing, the music was quiet in the background as the window was open so a breeze could go by. All you could hear was the sounds of New York and the sounds of pencil scratching paper. After a while Miles sighed putting the pencil down and moving to lay next to you. He smiled and moved to give you a kiss but you moved last minute. "Y/n? what's wrong?" he looked at you confused. "Nothing, I just don't feel like kissing right now. Sorry" you spoke placing your phone down. "Oh that's fine. You don't have to say sorry" he did feel awkward at first and didn't know what to do, but he doesn't question it.

☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒ 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔-𝟒𝟐༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

Now for this Miles, we've seen how he is. He seems more... aggressive? a 'cooler' version (depends who you ask)

I think he would be more confused and sassy about it. Let's face it, he's ruler of the sassy man apocalypse

He's the same as the other Miles tho, he keeps his affection more on the dl. Only because of enemies as the Prowler.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't want them, in fact if you don't give him at least one kiss. He's throwing a bitch fit.

Y'all were at the bodega getting snacks for a movie night. It was your turn to pick what to watch and you wanted to get his favorite snacks, so you won't hear him bitch and moan about the movie "Ma? you done?" Miles walked up next to you. "Hm? oh yeah, I'm done now." You looked at him and gestured to the snacks. He nodded and moved in to give you a kiss, you of course blocked it. Not because you just don't want to, but because people walked in and you know he doesn't like to be so affectionate in public. He looked at you weird and rolled his eyes walking to the cashier. After y'all (he) paid you both walked to his apartment. "So I was thinking we could rewatch Mean Girls." he just hummed. "Sure whatever." You looked at him and sighed "what's up with you?" he stopped walking and side eyed you. "You dodged my kiss like I'm one of your lil hoes" You just shook her head. "the only hoes I got are your other personalities, Miles. And I dodged it because other people walked in." Mid way through the sentence he kisses you before pulling away and walking ahead of you.

♡*♡∞:｡.｡ 𝐻𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑒 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛｡.｡:∞♡*♡

We all know Hobie. (for like 3 minutes but I'm not complaining.)

He doesn't believe in consistency. But one thing he DOES believe in? is you.

He LOVESS your kisses, he's practically a bitch in heat for them.

He doesn't want them he NEEDS them. So imagine his shock when you dodge him.

You were laying down on the couch reading. It was a quite and relaxing day, so you decided to relax from work. Suddenly your tall, lanky, and quiet loud chained up man is walking in. He had a meeting at the Headquarters so he was tired. All he could do while listening to Miguel was yawn and imagine being with you. (in more ways that one🤞) "Doll, there you are. Been going crazy all day." He took off his spiky jacket and laid on top of you. You put your book down and lightly scratched his back, he let out a sound of relief. "How was the meeting?" he grunted and moved forward. "Was shit like always." He moved to kiss you but you moved your hand to cover your mouth. "Fuck was that for?" He gave you a mug. "I ate onion dip, my breath stinks." You tried to reason. "Who cares? kiss me for fucks sake." He moved to closer and kissed you anyway.

▂▃▄▅▆▇█▓▒░ мιgυєℓ σ'нαяα░▒▓█▇▆▅▄▃▂

Miguel is a rather... aggressive guy. (don't say he isn't we all saw how he treated miles)

He'd probably be at work a lot and so are you, I mean the bills don't pay themselves. So naturally he would want a kiss before leaving

He doesn't know if he'd get the chance to see you again all day because of both of your work hours.

So let's say that you woke up late and you didn't have time to take it slow like you naturally do

"Fuckk!" You rushed around getting dressed and making coffee. Your husband Miguel watched idle. He tried to help but all he got was a 'Not now' he knew better than to do anything so he stayed still as to not get in your way. After you rushed to get ready you flattened your hair down as much as you could and grabbed your cup chugging it. Miguel watched you with love filled eyes...no literally his eyes were in the shape of hearts I'm not kidding. You moved to give him a kick pat on his shoulder and yelled "Good luck" to him. He frowned and grabbed your arm to give you a kiss but you pulled away hurriedly. "I'm sorry Miguel but I gotta go! I'll visit you during lunch!" And with that you were gone. He was sad you didn't kiss him but he just shrugged it off. You did keep your promise though, you visited him during lunch and made it up to him.

[legoshi-plz]

Alone At Last (Hobie Brown x Reader, Miguel O’Hara x Reader)

A/N: I know I’ve been away a long time but I just had to write this.

Summary: Miguel gets off to Hobie fucking you in a supply closet. FWB, Slight Unrequited Love, Jealousy, Explicit Smut. Reader is described as short + curvy once. Reader is plus size coded but it’s not explicitly focused on. No mention of skin color, hair or hair texture, blushing, or anything else that could exclude any race. Fem! Reader.

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You were cautiously going over the neat stack of reports left on your desk when you felt a nudge at your shoulder. Hobie was looming over you with an unreadable expression. Unreadable to everyone else, that is.

“Cmon, got something you might wanna take a look at,” Hobie’s eyes are intense as you raise from your chair.

“Aw, don’t look so grim,” he teases, slinging an arm around your neck and tugging you into his side as he leads you away, “m’not gonna hurt ya.”

And he makes good on his promise as fifteen minutes later, you’re perched on top of an old, wobbling counter in a supply closet with Hobie’s lips worshipping your neck, his fingers knuckle-deep inside of you.

“Fuck, you smell so good,” he groans, nuzzling closer against your soft skin to inhale your perfume.

You could barely concentrate on his praise with the way his thumb was working against your clit. You’re gushing around his hand, your pleasure palpable but you know Hobie won’t let you cum, at least not on his hand. He’s too obsessed with the feeling of your sweet walls choking his cock and too selfish to let you finish anywhere else.

“Cmon, stop stalling,” you whine, closing your legs slightly to slow the torture of his fingers bringing you right to the edge but not over.

“But I haven’t even gotten to the best part,” he cooed, unbuttoning the top three buttons of your blouse. You tried to lean out of his grasp but he was faster, slipping one hand under your shirt to unclasp your bra.

“Just let me see them, love, and I’ll give you what you want,” Hobie was already tugging your ample bosom free of their restraints, his tongue swirling around each erect nipple dutifully. “Fuck me, you taste just as good as you smell.”

“Hobie,” you warned, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. Your thighs were yet another weakness of his, a weakness you hoped would bring him out of his breast-induced haze and center his attention on you needing to be fucked.

“That turn you on, eh? Knowing what you do to me? Knowing that I can’t get enough of you? That you drive me mad?” Hobie groaned as he kissed a trail down your chest and tummy.

You try to ignore his sweet nothings because that’s exactly what they were, nothings. Hobie hated labels, especially labels surrounding relationships. He’s made it clear from the beginning that his attraction to you was merely physical lust and that he wasn’t looking for anything that would tie him down. You weren’t usually the type of girl to agree to such a situationship, but you had always found Hobie irresistible even as just his friend. Any resistance you tried to muster for morality’s sake died the second his lips were on your own.

Hobie finally reached his destination, his tongue lapping at your clit bringing you dangerously close. Hobie wasn’t completely selfish, he would allow you to finish on his tongue but your patience was already stretched as thin as it could go and he could tell. Releasing your sensitive nub, but not before giving it an affectionate, feather-light kiss, Hobie was unzipping his pants at last.

On the long, long list of reasons you’d wrote out to yourself when deciding on whether to continue this friends with benefits situation with Hobie, the monster in his trousers was the only one that made it to both the pro and con side respectively. On one hand, being with a guy as well endowed as him was a plus even though his attention to detail and natural affinity to his partner’s pleasure ensured that even without his god given length, he’d never disappoint. On the other hand, it was that very same endowment and raw, natural talent that made walking away that much harder. And worst of all, it began to seep into the non-sexual encounters as well. The playful way he’d manhandle you which seemed innocuous before now left your stomach fluttering. The compulsory pet-names he called everyone would start to make your ears heat instantly.

He had you completely wrapped around his finger and he couldn’t care less.

“Hey, come back to me,” Hobie said in a low voice, snapping you out of your thoughts. He was now pumping himself, his head shining with precum.

“Where’d you go just now?” He asked, dragging his swollen head along your slit to tease you once more.

“Hobieee,” you groaned, following his motion to try and create any friction you could.

“I love it when you same my name. Say it one more time, just for me, eh?” His eyes never left you as he slowly pushed himself inside of you, the stretch familiar and oh so satisfying.

“That’s my girl, say it again baby, just like that,” Hobie cooed as he leaned to pepper kisses along your jaw. You’d been so lost in the sensation of him filling you, you couldn’t even recall the embarrassing way you’d moaned his name on command.

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Miguel wasn’t the easiest person to work with. He knew that. His anger issues were hard to control and he always came off harsher than he meant to. Even he could recognize that he was on edge today, easily frustrated by the slightest thing.

He just needed a breather, needed to step away for a moment and clear his head. Just 5 minute of peace and quiet with no one else around to collect his thoughts.

And that was when he it.

It was faint but he knew that specific cadence anywhere, it was your voice. He followed the trail down a hallway until it became clear to his over-enhanced senses that you weren’t alone, the other voice belonging to none other than a certain Spider-Punk.

Miguel was going to turn away, find somewhere else quiet and abandoned to collect his thoughts when he heard you let out one of the most desperate moans to ever reach his ears. His entire body froze at the sound, his senses suddenly on high alert. He listened closer, his skin turned to ice at what followed. Were you... begging?

“Please Hobie please, please, please, I need you so bad, need you to fuck me harder...”

Your voice was a high-pitched whine, and there was no mystery behind what you were doing. Miguel knew he should walk away, give you the privacy you deserved. But he had tugged his cock within an inch of it’s life to the thought of your short, curvy frame more times than he could count and even in his wildest of daydreams, he couldn’t have imagined you’d sound this fucking sexy.

He looked down at the tent in his pants, the precum already starting to stain a dark spot in the light grey of his sweatpants. He listened closely, making sure no one was coming his way before shoving his hands down his pants and fisting his weeping cock.

He listened to you beg that beanpole for what Miguel would have given you without a second thought. He tried to drown out Hobie talking you through it with his nonsensical teasing and imagine his own voice in his stead. What he would say to you if he had your plush hips wrapped around his muscular frame, your nails clawing at his back while he fucked the heaven that is between your legs.

He imagined how he’d press down on your lower belly, making you feel every inch of him while he plowed into your womb. He’d growl for you to play with yourself, fondling your own tits while he drove you crazy applying pressure to your sensitive clit. He’d bring two fingers to your lips and order you to suck on them, and your muffled moans would be music to his ears while he made you cum again and again and again on his co-

Before Miguel was able to stop it, he’d spilt his seed all over his hands and stomach, a few drops sinking to the floor as well.

He caught his breath while assessing the damage he’d just done. The feeling of humiliation began to sink in as the gravity of what he’d just done was fully upon him. Thankfully, you were still getting the daylights fucked outta you, both you and Hobie none the wiser.

Miguel took off straight for the first available shower he could find, allowing the water to rush over him so that he could finally clear his thoughts as he originally planned. However the only thing running through his mind is how he’d never cum so hard or so fast in his life.

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Hobie helped you adjust your clothes as he always did. You suspect he gets a kick out of making you all disheveled then attempting to fix it as if nothing happened.

The two of you were walking out of the supply closet and down the corridor, careful not to look like two people who’d just been going at it like rabbits not even five minutes before. It would appear the coast was clear when Hobie froze behind you.

“What’s wron-” As you were about to turn around, Hobie wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you forward.

“Nothing, love, must be seeing things,” he smirked, wearing the same cocky grin he always wore after a romp. It made your heart skip a beat and the way his strong arms were flexing at your side wasn’t helping.

You really had to put an end to this before you found yourself falling even further for this punk.

[eyesxxyou]

hey!! i just realized i messaged you in the wrong way lol!!

but it would be so cute if you did hobie brown x plus size!f reader. reader struggling with body issues and hobie just being the best boyfriend and just comforts reader by giving them many kisses and cuddles!! and uhh it can go the other way direction lol

*ೃ˚ :💿 hobie x plus size!reader

❝ warnings ❞ self deprecating talk, self-image issues, Hobie being a loving boyfriend

You never understood why Hobie chose you of all people. He was tall, lean, skinny, and undeniably handsome. He had a smirk that could make panties drop, his mannerisms attracted everyone, make them feel as though he's known them for years. Being seen by Hobie meant feeling like the most special person in the world and if he passed you over, there must be something wrong with you because he could see something great about anyone.

But why did he choose you? When he could have his choice of anyone in the world, he chose the biggest person in the room, with your rolls, your pudge, your excess flesh that made stretch marks appear in your skin. The wrong angle could show off your double chin. You felt like a pig in a pearl necklace every time you got ready in the morning. There was nothing attractive about you in your eyes.

But Hobie was always there in the morning with an arm wrapped around your large frame and his body pressed to yours like it wasn't disgusting. He grabbed at your flesh when kissing you and pulled you closer like you weren't twice his size and weight. He wanted you on top of him all the time despite all your protests.

"Come sit on ma lap, luv." Hobie slapped his thigh before opening his arms to accept you. You'd think after all this time, you'd stop worrying about crushing him, but when you weighed as much as you do compared to him, it was always a worry to you.

You shook your head, brushing it off with a smile even though all you wanted to do was to fall into his lap and cuddle with him. You even shuffle away from him on the couch. "I'm okay, Hobes."

Hobie grabs you anyway, dragging you onto his lap with a grunt that makes your heart squeeze. He adjusts himself to better hold you, arms wrapped around you and squeeze you tight to keep you on top of him so you don't run away. He placed his head on your chest and sighed with something of peace.

But you can't help but to think you're crushing him, that the sigh was more of one of strain. You lips purse and your bottom lip trembles, before you know it, you're crying and you don't even really know why.

Hobie doesn't notice until he hears you sniffle from above and looks up to see tears streaking your round cheeks. He reachs up with one of his large hands and begins to wipe you tears. "Lovie, wha's wrong?"

"This, Hobie!" You motion to the two of you, "this is what's wrong! You're obviously struggling to hold me and I can't for the life of me understand why you keep putting up with this!" You let out something of a choked sob. "Why do you want me? I'm a pig." You muttered, sniffling some more while Hobie caresses your cheeks with his hands and wipes your tears with his thumbs.

He pulls you in close and peppers kisses to your wet face, still wiping tears as they fall. "Aww, dove," he cooed softly. "Ya no' a pig, you gotta stop puttin' yaself down like tha'. 'N so wha' if I struggle t' hold'ja sometimes? I wan'cha 'cause you deserve love too. I wan'cha cuz I think you're beautiful. I wan'cha cuz every inch of ya is just more of ya to love on. Stop sayin' stuff like tha'. It gets ya nowhere but upset and frustrated. Now…lemme hold ya, dove." He pulls you in more and places a kiss on your full lips.

"So you don't think I'm ugly?" You asked between sniffles and you laid your head on his shoulder and looked up at him.

Hobie chuckled softly, still kissing your cheeks. "No, lovie, I think you're beautiful 'n if I have to start tellin' ya every second of the day, I will. Nothing could make me stop lovin' ya. If ya lost weight, gained weight, stayed jus' the same. You're so so gorgeous, my love." His lips were so tender against your cheeks.

You closed your eyes and felt his love.

[mxa13xx]

My Goddess | Hobie xPlus-Sized!Reader

𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼» - This is written as Fem!Reader. With explaining reader's body with a bra, feminine terms, etc. I will be doing a masc! and gender-neutral ones in the future! - This was a recommendation! So thank you @karmiekkgzzz !

𝓔𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂 !

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“Okay! You ready?” You peek your head out, looking at Hobie, who’s wearing a grin on his smug face. He nods; Hobie, your boyfriend, was waiting for you to show your next outfit. Hobie’s sitting back on his palms, looking at you eagerly. He wasn't wearing a shirt, only his favorite black jeans with all his patches. Your excited gaze travels from his face to his chest, appreciating his body for yourself. You have been waiting for these new clothes all week, and now you’ll give your boyfriend his promised fashion show. You walk out, letting his eyes travel from your colorful socks to your lips that curl into a nervous smile. “So..?” You turn to your side, letting Hobie take a better look. 

You wore a tighter-fitting outfit, showing your curves and rolls. You paired it with some comfortable shoes and jewelry to match the colors. You watch Hobie’s grin grow. “You look fuckin' amazing, luv,” He chuckles, leaning forward like he’s taking a picture of you in his mind. You feel the heat on your cheeks, the small praise making you feel beautiful. Hobie always took the extra time to appreciate your body. He stands up and walks over, holding your rolls firmly, like he didn’t want to let go. He kisses your head, pulling you close and slowly swaying as you wrap your arms around his neck. “I have a goddess in my arms,” Hobie whispers against your lips, his grin growing larger as you giggle. 

“Oh! I have the perfect outfit; hold on!” You slip out of his arms, returning to your closet to get on the next outfit. You hear Hobie sigh with a smile; it was clear he wanted to hold you more.. to kiss you all over like he always did. But you promised Hobie a fashion show! So the show must go on. After about ten minutes, you walk back out after Hobie groaned and complained playfully outside the door, all while you were changing. You wore a loose-fitting dress, the folds done in a way to make you look like an actual goddess. You saw Hobie’s jaw drop a little, causing an amused smile to creep onto your face. “You like?” You walk over to Hobie, who’s sitting on your bed again. You practically purr as he pulls you onto his lap, causing you to softly yelp, “Fuckin' magnificent, luv.” Hobie smiles, gently squeezing your thighs as you laugh with pink cheeks. You smile, staring into his eyes as he blabs about you being a goddess; his words make you melt, but his eyes, jaw, and everything make you giggle like a little girl. You watch as Hobie takes your hand, gently kissing your knuckles and whispers something. “I love you.” He smiles, his kiss trailing up your arm. Hobie always says he loves you, no, really, he always says he loves you. Yet now, when he whispered a simple ‘I love you’ lovingly, it made your heart flutter. You feel Hobie’s hand travel from your thighs to your stomach, and you–naturally–suck in. You see his smile fade as you look away; the fear of being too big sets in.. like it always does. This fear of being heavy is a regular aspect of your life, often ending in you in a huge hoodie and curling up, sulking. But Hobie doesn’t like that; he always tries to push you beyond sulking, taking extra time to kiss your stomach, thighs, and cheeks. Suddenly Hobie gently taps your thigh, “Wanna show me another outfit?” He smiles, seeming a bit worried at your sudden insecure feelings. You nod and get off his thighs a bit too quickly before walking to change. Once you shut the door, you sigh, rubbing your eyes frustratedly. You loved how Hobie always noticed small changes with you, but right now, you hated it. You didn't want him to see your weakness, your fear. That slight touch on your side makes your stomach twist every time Hobie grazes it. The twisted pit in your stomach feels heavy as you slip off your dress for the next one; as the dress drops, you look into the mirror and frown. Turning to the side to look at your rolls, your stretch marks, everything that made you shameful. 

"Luv?" You hear Hobie knock, his voice gentle, "You alr'?" 

You clear your throat, quickly getting pulled away from your poisoning thoughts. "Yep, just a minute," You say, voice shaky. 

You pick up the next outfit, the most sexual, almost lingerie you ordered. You sigh; wearing something showing so much skin makes you feel sick. You put the outfit down and look back in the mirror, the pit in your stomach worsening at every stretch mark, every roll and every hair on your body makes you feel sick. 

"Can I come in–?" Hobie asks softly

"In a minute," you cut him off, quickly looking around for something else to wear. 

"Luv, I'm comin' in–" 

"No, no!" You try to stop him, but he already has a foot in the door. 

He peeks in; his eyes are full of worry. You stand shamefully, only wearing your bra and underwear with crossed arms. You try to hide your body, to cover every roll and hair, but Hobie sees straight through you.

"Tell me what's goin' on," He says gently, fully stepping in to come close to you.

You look down in shame, your grip on your arms tightening. You can't choke out anything; the pit in your stomach makes breathing hard. Hobie instantly notices your breath going uneven. 

"Come here, just breathe," Quickly, Hobie takes you in his arms, holding you close as your knees give out. 

He gently brings you to the ground, holding you by the waist as your breaths panic. You get wide-eyed, holding your chest; you can't breathe like the air got sucked out and filled your lungs with shame. 

"Hey, hey,," Hobie cups your cheek, making you look into his eyes. You can tell he's holding back panic of his own. 

"Breathe in and out, alr'?" He breathes in deeply, wanting you to follow his lead.

You mimic him, taking a deep breath as panicked tears roll down your cheek. 

"Good, now out," Hobie says gently, his voice quiet for you. Only you.

You do what is told, letting out your rigged breath. 

"Okay again.." He whispers as he holds your hand to your chest, making you feel it rise and fall.

Finally, your breath steadies. 

"Hobie, I'm–"

"Don't," Hobie whispers, his lips kissing away your tears. "It's okay; you're okay.." 

You sigh, the pit in your stomach finally easing. You lean into his arms, letting him hold and kiss your tears away. Hobie held you tight, letting you melt into him. Every kiss he placed warmed your skin as his lips traveled from your cheek to your neck, whispering small details he loved about you. Your eyes, your lips, your cheeks, your thighs.. Everything Hobie loved. You were his everything.

Once you’ve relaxed enough, Hobie finally asks the question. “What happened..?” He whispers against your neck; his eyes flickered with worry and guilt. Like it was his fault.. It made your gut twist. You swallow hard, eyes lingering on Hobie’s hands that tightly hold your sides. You force yourself not to pull away, the touch on your sides making you feel sick again, “When you held me on my sides.. I don’t know.. I froze up.” You sigh, glancing over your shoulder at him. He hums, he slowly slips his hands to your thighs instead, “ I’m sorry, I shouldv’ known..” Hobie mumbles; you can hear the guilt in his voice. You shake your head, holding Hobie’s hands on your thighs. “It’s not your fault; you didn’t know..” You sigh, leaning back to look into his eyes, “Sorry, I’m not tough like you,” You dryly chuckle. Hobie raises a sad brow, his eyes flickering to yours. “I’m tough? Have you met me?” He snorts. You chuckle, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, “You never let.. body stuff mess with you..” You mumble. Hobie sighs, gently squeezing your thigh, “That’s not true. I’ve foug’ my battles too..” He hums, you can feel the vibrations from his neck. You hum as well, thinking of his own struggles. You feel so bad for making him feel guilty.. “I’m sorry, Hobs..” Your eyes flicker to his as the sadness of the room fills. “Don’t.. Don’t be” Hobie gives you a soft reassuring smile, he kissing your head, “I just hate seein’ you like this.. You’re a goddess, aren’t ya?” He chuckles. Your sad lips curl into a smile as you hum, leaning closer to him. “My goddess.” Hobie’s hands wander over your body, taking every roll with his fingertips.. appreciating every body hair and stretch mark. You were so vulnerable, so naked. But instead of sucking in, you exhale.. Letting him touch and love you. 

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[radbirdtheorist]

I feel like writing soooo give me some requests please if you can,no matter what race,size,religion or sexuality,I’ll make it

(And no mater how kink it is)

[daisies-daydreams]

HEYYY.. UHM IM BACK!!.. sigh i am so sorry i need MORE hobie x plus sized reader..

i was thinking of fluff that turns into smut, hobie and reader are just cuddling and kissing in their shared bed and things go to the other direction..

( idk why but i want like hardcore?? totally understandable if you can’t write that, my apologies!)

huge fan of your work, i love you sm!! /p ❤️🕸️

Sticks and Stones (Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Size!Reader)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Sized!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut (18+) Warnings: (where do I begin???) Swearing, Making Out, Hickeys, Clit Play, Oral Sex (M!/F! Receiving), Cockwarming, Orgasm Denial, Vibrators, Multiple Orgasms (Hobie/Reader), Cum Eating, “Creative” Use of Webbing (Bondage), Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Butterfly Position, Semi-Reverse Cowgirl, Slight Daddy Kink, Squirting, References to Aftercare Word Count: 4.4k+

A/N: Oh no dear there’s no need to be sorry! Hobie’s one of my favorite characters to write for, so it’s always lovely to receive requests for him (though I might’ve gone a little too wild with this one 🤭). (Also the reader knows that Hobie is Spider-Man in this continuity). I hope you enjoy! 🫶

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You sighed as you collapsed on your mattress, your belly and thighs jiggling as you lay flat against your cozy comforter. Your heart sank as you slowly turned on your side, your eyes falling on the cold, empty spot beside you. Sure, it was amazing having Spider-Man as your boyfriend...but you never really thought about the long periods of time when he'd be away. A knot of anxiety tightened in your chest as you bit the inside of your cheek.

Your mind raced as you thought about how many days he’s been gone for a special mission. Days and nights of you not knowing when-or if-he'd be back. You knew the risks he took, the countless dangers he came face to face with, all to protect the people of London…to protect you.

Your train of thought was disrupted when you felt someone smooth their hand over your hip. You gasped and jumped up, your heart nearly beating out of your chest as you kicked your legs forward. You froze when you saw Hobie standing in front of you with a cheeky grin.

"Still a bit jumpy, eh?" he mused.

"Hobie!" you squealed as you scrambled off the bed. You nearly tackled him to the floor as you wrapped your arms around his lanky frame and pulled him close. Your boyfriend sighed happily as he returned your embrace, his hands falling against the small of your back.

"Hi," Hobie whispered before kissing the crown of your head.

"Hi," you grinned. The two of you slowly parted before deeply gazing into each other's eyes. “I’m so happy you’re home,” you said with tears in your eyes. Your boyfriend grinned as he gently cupped your cheek.

“Glad to be home,” he murmured. Your heart fluttered as Hobie slowly dipped his head down and caught your lips in a tender kiss. You sighed and wrapped your hands around his neck as warmth swept across your body. You loved the way Hobie's lip ring brushed over your bottom lip as he tilted his head, his hands sliding down to rest on your hips.

"Never seen these before, they new?" Hobie smirked as he played with the elastic of your panties. You squeaked when he snapped it against your waist, the slight sting reverberating across the plush of your hips.

"Maybe," you said before playfully flicking his chest. Hobie chuckled as he pulled back.

"How 'bout we catch up in bed, yeah?" he suggested before gently stroking your love handles-a silent apology for his teasing. Your heart skipped a beat as you turned around and crawled back onto the mattress. You paused as you watched your lover shrug off his studded leather jacket and tossed onto a chair nearby. He smirked when he caught you staring.

"Like what you see?" he lilted as he pulled his shirt over his dark, puffy wicks. You blushed and squeezed your thighs together as he quickly stripped down to his briefs. Your lover flashed you a warm smile as he climbed onto the bed, the frame creaking as he crawled towards you. You smiled as he draped one of his lanky arms over your side.

“How’ve you been, dove?” he asked in a low, soft tone.

“Okay…even better now that you’re here,” you said with a bright smile.

“Oh?” Hobie hummed with a raised brow. You sighed and bit your lip.

“I missed you, so much,” you said as you traced your finger along the scar on his collar bone. Hobie nodded slowly, his expression growing more solemn at your words.

"I missed you, too," he said before kissing your forehead. "I'm so sorry, babe. I can’t imagine how hard it’s been for you,” he frowned as he smoothed his hand over your hip. You cupped his face and gave him a gentle smile.

“I’m just glad you’re safe,” you murmured. Hobie grinned as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Me too,” he murmured. Your cheeks flushed with heat he slipped his hand even lower, his fingertips rubbing over the globe of your ass.

“Hobie,” you blushed as he began to kiss along your neck. You squeaked when he took a handful of your bum and squeezed it tenderly.

“I was thinkin'...maybe we could make up for lost time since we're already here?” Hobie husked into your ear. You bit your lip as he continued to play with your plump ass, his fingertips greedily sinking into your supple flesh. You spread your hands against his chest, making him freeze his ministrations.

“If we do…could we maybe do things a little more rough tonight?” you asked hesitantly. Hobie tilted his head as he released his grip on your rear.

“How rough are we talkin'?” he asked, his voice dropping several octaves. You bit your lip, a rush of heat sweeping over your body as your clit throbbed against the fabric of your panties.

“You know…like that one time on New Year’s Eve,” you whispered as if someone were eavesdropping nearby. Hobie raised his brows and smirked.

“‘Course. How could I forget New Year’s?” he drawled before giving your bum another eager squeeze. “You sure you want me to be that rough with you again, though?” Hobie asked. You swallowed thickly as you eyed the bulge growing beneath his briefs.

“I-I’m sure,” you breathed. Hobie's smirk returned before he suddenly rolled on top of you and held your arms above your head. Your chest rose and fell as his lips just barely ghosting over yours.

"Remember the safeword from last time?" he asked, his eyes lit with arousal as he teasingly ground his hips against yours. You nodded and gasped as his cock brushed against your clit in a delicious way. "Let's get you out of these clothes then," Hobie rumbled. You parted your lips before he slipped his tongue inside your mouth, his hands hastily tugging at the band of your panties. You raised your hips and moaned as he rolled his tongue with yours in a sloppy, heated dance.

You gasped into his mouth as he shoved your underwear down your thick thighs and dismissively tossed them aside. Your eyes widened when he pulled away from your kiss, his lips slick with your combined spit as he quickly rolled your shirt over your shoulders. The corners of Hobie's mouth turned up as he brushed his fingers over your puffy, drenched folds. You squealed as he spread your labia apart with his deft fingers and dipped his head down.

“Such a needy little thing-already soaked and I’ve barely even touched you,” your boyfriend teased. You keened as Hobie rubbed his thumb up and down your engorged clit, your pussy squelching softly as he continued to stroke along your slit.

“H-Hobie,” you keened. He smirked against your cheek before suddenly slipping his hand away. You huffed at the loss of his intoxicating touch, only to furrow your brows as he shifted his eyes to the floor, then back to you.

“Get on your knees, love,” he clarified in a deep, raspy voice. You bit your lip as he shuffled back, allowing you space to climb off the bed. You slid off the mattress and yelped when he laid a sharp smack against your ass, your flesh jiggling at the harsh contact.

"There's that sexy arse I've been missin'," Hobie groaned as he slid his feet onto the floor. You slowly turned around before lowering yourself onto the carpet, your knees sinking into the plush fibers while Hobie stood up.

“Christ,” your lover rumbled as he hungrily eyed your soaked sex and palmed his cock through his briefs. Your heart raced as he grabbed the band of his underwear and slowly pulled it down his lean legs. Your mouth watered when his long cock sprang free and slapped against his dark happy trail, smearing pre-cum all over his pubes. A small whine escaped your throat as your empty pussy pulsed and yearned to be filled.

“Poor thing,” Hobie feigned sympathy as he stroked his shaft. Your mouth watered as he brought the fat tip of his dick to your mouth, a thick bead of precum painting your bottom lip. His eyes glowed with carnal desire as he threaded his long fingers through your hair. “You know what to do, sweet girl: keep that pretty mouth of yours open and cheeks nice and hollow,” he rumbled. You nodded as you rolled your tongue out, the tip of your wet muscle flicking against the lining of his frenulum.

“Shit,” Hobie grunted as he gripped your locks. You moaned as you wrapped your soft lips around the throbbing head of his cock, the salty taste of his precum flooding your tastebuds. Hobie groaned as you suckled on his sensitive tip while you smoothed your hands over the top of his thighs. His grip on your hair tightened with every contraction of your mouth around his length.

“Christ, baby,” he moaned as you swirled your tongue around his tip. You shallowly bobbed your head up and down his shaft while you fluttered your lashes, making sure to give him your best doe eyes. Hobie growled as he released his grip on the base of his cock and squeezed your head with both of his hands. Your eyes widened when he suddenly pushed you forward, shoving his entire cock inside your warm, slick cavern.

You gagged as his tip rubbed against your uvula, some drool spilling past the seam of your lips and dribbling down your chin. “Fuckin’ hell,” Hobie swallowed as he watched you take his cock. You dug your nails into his thighs as your nose became flush with his dark pubes, your throat constricting around his pulsating shaft.

Hobie released a guttural groan as you hollowed your cheeks around his length, his cock twitching deep inside you as he rolled his hips back before snapping them forward. You gagged as he fucked your face with desperate, feral thrusts.

"Open your throat up, lovie," he grunted. Hot tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft, his heavy balls slapping against your chin while you tried to relax your throat. 

“Yeah, that's it baby-take my fuckin’ cock,” he growled as his brows knit together with pleasure. You kept your cheeks hollowed as you slobbered all over his veiny shaft, more of your warm spit sliding down your chin and neck. Hobie bared his teeth as he used your throat like a fleshlight-fucking your tight airway completely raw with his long, quivering shaft. 

“God, your throat’s so fuckin’ tight,” he hissed as he dug his nails into your scalp. Your eyes rolled back at the slight sting as your pussy begged to be filled and stretched. The wet “plaps” of his cock slamming into your wet mouth echoed inside your small bedroom as you looked up at him. His lips were parted as he panted wildly, his body tensing as trembling with bliss.

"Mouth looks so pretty with my cock in it," he sucked in a sharp breath before throwing his head back. “F-Fuck! I’m close,” Hobie grunted as he fucked your face with quick, sloppy thrusts. You flared your nostrils as you tried to open your throat even more. He released a feral groan as he looked into your glossy eyes, his balls tightening against your chin.

“That’s a good girl: keep that throat open f’me when I-fuck!” he roared as he shoved you down his length for the last time. Your moans were muffled as he shot ropes of his thick, hot cum down your throat. Hobie grunted as he continued to sloppily thrust into your mouth, his warm seed coating every inch of your esophagus. Your boyfriend licked his lips as he watched you guzzle down his spend, his fingers woven through your locks and squeezing them tightly. You resisted the urge to cough and sputter as he let his cock soften inside your mouth. Relief washed over you as he dragged his dick past your stretched, swollen lips. Your throat burned as you curled your lips together before audibly swallowing the last traces of his spend. Hobie sucked in a sharp breath when you showed him your clean tongue.

“Fuck me,” he muttered as he loosened his grip on your hair. You gave him a mischievous grin as you wiggled your hips.

"Did I do well...daddy?" you purred. Hobie's eyes slightly widened at your name for him before his lips curved into a smirk.

“You did good, sweetheart,” he cooed. You gasped when he suddenly tugged your hair and bent his knees a little, his face hovering over your own. “But I'm not done with you yet,” your boyfriend rumbled. You keened as he dragged you to your feet, his lips wrapping around yours in a passionate, sloppy embrace. Your head spun as he pulled your hips against his, your pussy lips grazing over his flaccid cock as he sank onto the edge of the mattress. "Turn around f'me, sweet girl," he purred and rubbed your waist. Your legs shook as you slowly turned around, your plump ass grazing over his lower stomach.

"Hold on," he breathed. You tilted your head as Hobie leaned over to your nightstand and rummaged through the drawer. Your throat tightened when he pulled out your white vibrator with a wry grin.

"Oh, don’t worry. I'm not mad," he chuckled in a low, husky voice. You swallowed as he turned it on, the toy humming to life and sending a spark of pleasure through your core. "In fact, I think it's fuckin' hot you think 'bout me while you fuck your cute pussy open," Hobie murmured, his soft lips dancing over the shell of your ear. You squealed when you felt his cock twitch beneath you, your clit throbbing against the slight contact.

"Now, go on and be a good girl and warm my cock 'til I'm ready again," he muttered. Your toes curled as you nodded. You took a deep breath before grabbing his semi-hard cock and guiding the tip to your weeping entrance. Both of you moaned as you slowly sank down on his length, Hobie's fingernails digging crescents into your plush hips. You mewled at the sudden fullness, the tip of his cock grazing over your g-spot as your gummy walls hugged his veiny shaft.

“Fuck,” you sputtered as waves of pleasure rippled through your core.

“That's my girl-takin' my cock so well,” Hobie praised as he rubbed his palm up and down your thigh. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you fully sheathed yourself on his cock, his length buried deep within your clenching pussy. You barely had time to adjust to the fullness before he suddenly pressed the round tip of the vibrator against your puffy bundle of nerves. Your moans rolled out of your throat like claps of thunder as Hobie bombarded your clit with wave after wave of mind-numbing tremors. 

“S-Shit Hobie!” you keened as you ground your ass against his lean abs. Your boyfriend pecked your cheek as he circled your sensitive nub, his other hand occupied with pinching and massaging one of your hard nipples.

“You feel me down there, (Y/N)? Feel me stuffin’ your tight, needy cunt with my cock?” Hobie grunted as he squeezed your nipple.

“Y-Yes!” you cried as you rolled your hips back and forth, desperate for friction. Your boyfriend smirked against your goosebump-riddled skin as he stroked the toy up and down your juicy slit, spreading the warm arousal across your engorged button.

"Swear this pussy was made f'me," Hobie groaned as your slick walls pulsed against the bulging veins of his shaft. You curled your toes as he drew tighter circles around your sensitive nub, a ring of cream starting to form around the base of his cock. You moaned as Hobie rolled your nipple between his digits even faster.

“Oh shit baby-keep squeezin’ me like that,” he rumbled as he massaged your perky bud and bundle of nerves at the same pace. Your throat tightened as you felt a familiar pressure rise in your core. 

“Feels so good, Hobie,” you whined as you rocked your hips back. You shivered as your boyfriend pressed his lips against your pulse and sucked, his mouth expertly weaving a tapestry of raw hickeys across your skin. You felt every muscle in your lower belly start to wind into a tight, searing knot as the vibrations shot straight to the center of your core.

“Fuck, daddy. I-I-“ you opened your eyes when the pleasurable tremors suddenly stopped. Hobie smirked against your skin as you flared your nostrils. “Hobie please!” you keened as you tried to bounce yourself on his dick. Your boyfriend clicked his tongue as he squeezed your whole breast, drawing a whine from you.  

“Not yet, love,” he murmured with a wicked grin. Your bottom lip jutted out as you felt your orgasm grow further and further from your reach.

“Please please please,” you begged as you threw the back of your head against his shoulder. Hobie sighed contemplatively as he smoothed his thumb over your nipple.

"Alright, but only ‘cause you did such a good job suckin’ my cock," he lilted after a long pause. Your shoulders relaxed when he flicked the vibrator back on and tenderly massaged your nub again.

“Yes,” you moaned and arched your back. You relished in the bliss of the thrumming sensation pulsing against your clit again. You gasped and shivered as he bucked his hips up ever so slightly, his hand roughly squeezing your breast while his hot breath fanned over your neck.

"Keep bouncin' like that, love," Hobie grunted before planting another wet kiss on your pulse. You bounced on his shaft in time with his steady thrusts, your head spinning with pleasure each time your hips smacked against each other.

"Shit, daddy," you keened as your body jiggled with your movements. You felt your walls start to flutter again as your pussy soaked his lap. "So close, I'm-" you snapped your eyes open when Hobie pulled the toy away and shut it off. 

“Hobie!” you huffed as he smirked against your neck.

“Yes love?” he asked with a teasing voice. You frowned and wriggled in his lap.

“Please Hobie, please let me cum,” you begged, the pressure inside you borderline unbearable. You gasped as he grabbed your hips and suddenly pulled out, his cock leaving your pussy with a slick "pop". You yelped as he spun you around and laid your back flat against the comforter. His lips were curved in a dangerous smile as he reached over to the nightstand again, this time attaching a web-shooter to his wrist.

"Hands above your head, pretty girl," Hobie commanded softly. You parted your lips, your pussy growing even more wet at the thought of your wrists being bound by his webbing while he fucked you senseless. You made sure to spread your legs open, giving him a nice view of your cunt as you raised your hands above your head. Hobie grinned as he pumped his cock in his free hand while he held his other hand up with his index, pinkie and thumb out. It wasn't long after a quick "thwip" that the sticky, strong webbing wrapped around both of your wrists.

Hobie shot you a wry grin as his shadow loomed over you. You puffed out a breath of hot air as he lined the swollen head of his cock to your entrance

"Like it when I tie you up like this, hm?" he murmured lowly. You whined and nodded as you raised your hips. "Yeah, that's my good little slut," Hobie rumbled. Your jaw went slack as he grabbed your hips and sheathed his cock inside you in one swift thrust. 

“Oh fuck,“ you choked as the head of his cock slammed against your cervix. You gasped as he started to ruthlessly pound into your pussy, the bed shaking and groaning beneath his rough thrusts. You cried out as your hole was mercilessly stretched wide open, his shaft dragging along your gummy, slick walls with an untamed fervor. Hobie squeezed your love handles as he pulled your hips impossibly closer to his, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix with every thrust.

“Shit baby girl. Pussy’s so fuckin’ perfect ‘n tight,” he rasped as he drove his dick harder inside your greedy sex. You whimpered as you felt his balls slap against your puckering asshole, the sound driving your mind deeper into a lustful frenzy. Hobie squeezed your love handles again as you began to squeeze your eyes shut.

“Eyes on me, love. Wanna see your pretty eyes when you cum all over my cock,” he growled before spanking the side of your thigh. Your flesh bounced as you did your best to focus on his chocolate brown eyes. You whimpered as you felt yourself already nearing the steep edge of your release, your muscles feeling even tighter this time from his edging. You stared directly into his eyes as your walls clenched around his cock in a vice grip, sucking him closer to your womb. 

“H-Hobie, fuck!” you screamed as your hips snapped up. Your vision flooded with white as your body trembled with unbridled bliss. Your walls deliciously pulsed around his shaft as your pussy drenched his cock with your slick cream. You trembled and moaned beneath your lover as your body was caught in the riptide of mind-numbing rapture. “Hobie,” you repeated his name like a sacred prayer as your limbs turned to jelly.

Your boyfriend kept his eyes trained on your face as he knitted his brows, his cock throbbing and growing heavier inside your tight canal.

“Mmm such a good girl-makin’ a mess on my cock,” your boyfriend swiped his tongue across his lips. Your cunt pulsed at his praise as you arched your back. Hobie chuckled before he leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours, his hips spreading your legs apart even further. “Nearly there, love. Gonna drench this pretty cunt with my cum,” he panted as his hands planted on either side of your head.

Your head spun with dizzying ecstasy as your pussy squelched obscenely with each of his hungry thrusts. Hobie's nostrils flared as he groaned and fucked you like a wild animal in heat. You moaned quietly as he slammed his length down to the hilt, his tip shooting streams of his hot cum against your bruised cervix. 

“Fuck,” Hobie growled as he shallowly thrusted his dick forward, pushing his spend against the plug to your womb. Your legs shivered as he sloppily massaged your oversensitive walls with his meaty cock. “Fuck, that’s it,” he grunted as hus breathing stuttered.

You squealed as he gripped your hips while he pushed his shaft inside one final time, plugging up your oozing sex with his soaked girth. Tears of pleasure rolled down your plump cheeks as you felt his cock soften inside your spent, raw cunt. Both of you panted as he slipped his head back, a long, thick string of spit connecting your lips.

“How you feelin’?” Hobie murmured. His question almost didn’t register, your mind still drifting in the afterglow of your release. You caught your breath as your muscles began to relax.

“G-Good. Really good,” you gulped. Hobie smiled before pecking your lips. 

“Good enough for another quick round?” he asked with a glint in his eyes. You raised your brows.

“You...serious?” you asked between breaths. Hobie chuckled as he slowly pulled out of your dripping pussy, his cum dripping down your slit and messily painting the bedsheets. You bit your lip as you watched Hobie glide his hands against the inside of your plump, stretched-marked thighs. He slowly sank to his knees, his mouth watering as he eyed your delicious, cum-stuffed pussy. 

“I know, sweetheart. I just want to return the favor from earlier,” he husked before blowing a puff of hot air across your slick labia. You keened as he pulled your lower lips apart with his thumbs and hovered his mouth over your raw cunny. “That alright with you?” Hobie asked with a half-lidded gaze. You nodded and clutched the blanket again. 

“Fuck, y-yes,” you stammered as you kept your legs spread for him. Your boyfriend grinned before he shifted his gaze down to your engorged clit. 

"Good...been starvin' all day," he murmured. You moaned as he licked a bold, wet stripe up your slit. Your eyes rolled back as he tapped your clit with the tip of his tongue before flattening his wet muscle over your sensitive bud. 

“Christ, your pussy tastes divine,” he murmured before pressing a sloppy kiss over your whole cunt. You moaned and bucked your hips forward as he swiped his tongue against your hole, collecting your combined juices and greedily guzzling it down like a man parched. 

“Fuck, Hobie,” you hissed as he dipped his thick muscle past the tight rim of your hole. Your heart raced as eagerly pumped his wet muscle inside your slick cunt. Your body pulsed with heat as he dragged his tongue in and out, his pace sloppy as he sent sending shivers down your spine.

“Could eat this f’every meal and never go hungry, I fuckin’ swear,” he groaned before slapping your bum and diving back in. You moaned as Hobie indulged in your dripping cunt. He groaned as you ground your hips against his face, smearing your combined juices against his sharp chin. You squeaked when he pinched your thigh right as you squeezed your eyes shut again. “Eyes on me, baby,” Hobie reminded you before licking another bold stripe between your folds. You released a shaky breath and nodded before you gritted your teeth.

“Shit,” you moaned as he painted sloppy strokes up and down your slit. He inhaled sharply as he quickly sucked hard over your bundle of nerves, your clit aching with pleasure. “Oh my God,” you choked as he puckered his plump lips around your clit, his chin grinding against your puckering entrance. You squealed as he tenderly sucked on your button while he massaged your supple thighs. His low moans reverberated deep inside your core, your body shivering as he messily kissed up and down your pussy. Your eyes nearly crossed as he shoved his tongue inside your hole again, his languid thrusts making you gasp and strain against your binding.

“H-Hobie wait! I think I’m about to-“ your voice cut off when he pinched your clit. You let out a silent scream as your legs clamped down on his head, your second orgasm crashing over you in a violent wave of bliss. You wailed and rubbed your cunt against his face as your walls contracted around his soft tongue. Hobie’s eyes rolled back as you drenched his face, his mouth wide open and guzzling down your delectable juices. He rubbed your legs as you whimpered and rode out your orgasm on his lips.

You panted wildly as you felt yourself float back down to earth, your whole being trembling as you blinked away tears of pleasure. Hobie grunted as he slowly dragged his tongue out of you, his eyes glazed over with lust. He glanced at you as he pressed a quick kiss to your folds before leaning over your shivering form, his cheeks sucked in a little. You parted your lips as he lowered himself and suddenly slipped his tongue inside your warm mouth. 

You mewled as the heady taste of your combined juices cascaded over your tongue and slid down your throat. Hobie rumbled lowly as he watched you swallow your spend. His eyes softened before he pulled back and carefully ripped the webbing from your wrists.

“Did so well f’me, sweet girl,” he murmured gently as he smoothed his hands over your hips. You gave him an exhausted grin as he rested on top of you, his tall form draped over your glowing body. You sighed as you wrapped your arms around his back, tracing your finger along every dip and curve of his muscles.

"Need anythin'?" Hobie asked, his lips brushing against your earlobe. You hummed to yourself.

"A bath would be nice," you smile sheepishly. Your boyfriend grinned before he pushed himself up. Your body glowed with warmth as you reached your hand over and cupped his face. “I think you'll have to carry me, though,” you giggled. Hobie chuckled as he smoothed his hands against your sides.

“Anything for my girl,” he murmured softly.

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Hobie x Chubby!Reader

They go lingerie shopping and Hobie purposely would pick a size too small for her to try on 🤭

When you invited hobie to go out he didn’t expect for it to be lingerie shopping,I mean he wasn’t complaining he loved seeing your body in the skimpy outfits.

You had asked him to pick out a couple he liked so you can wear them in his favor,he smirked as he walked around the different aisles picking up one’s he liked specifically in a size smaller than you actually wear.

You grabbed them with a smirk before going into the dressing but found a problem they were to small and squeezed your body. You called Hobie in and he smirked as he wrapped his arms around your waist looking in the mirror.

“You look so sexy”

He squeezed your breast before pulling the top down so he could massage them causing you to smack him trying to move out of his grasp. He held you against the mirror as he unbuckled his belt grinding against you as you sighed leaning back into him defeated.

“Now be a good girl and bend over for me”

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┌──♡*̥˚ Nai’s thoughts!♡*̥˚─┐

Toji and Hobie would have a nsfw Twitter whether they would switch between posting concepts to dirty audios to just straight up nasty ass porn

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Hobie Brown Dating Plus Size Reader

(Picture is not mine)

Part 1

This man loves you with his entire being

You’re a spider person as well.

Thinks your curves are the best thing ever

When you’re having a hard time or feeling down about yourself, he shows you how beautiful he thinks you are

Mirror sex

He constantly wants you to ride his face

“But Hobie, don’t want to crush you”

“I don’t give a fuck, I said sit on my face”

“What if I smother you”

“It would be the best death ever”

He likes to pick you up even though you say you’re too heavy. (He can literally pick up a car, he’s Spider-Man)

You help him clean up after missions

You nurse him

When y’all are sitting he constantly has his hand on your thigh

He loves keeping his hand on your hip and the small of your back

I’ll post pt 2 tomorrow :)