#hobie x gn!black!reader

[70spunkstars]

Hiii! Ur writing is so cool and js kdnfjskkskr

so I was wondering if you could write something with the reader being really good with little kids and hobies js watching like “shit. That’s lowkey kinda hot”

💋💋, m00ng4zer

byeeee

bye cause i could see hobie getting baby fever so easily and quite often 😭

this is super duper short so i apologize but I hope you like it !

content; gn!reader, black!reader, baby fever !! (duh), babysitting mayday, reader loves kids, fluff, fluff, fluffy, fluffing fluff, swearing, not proofread as always <33

you and hobie were babysitting mayday-

except it was mostly you babysitting mayday. Hobie was in the corner working on somethin they called …. project… shit. what he call it?

oh! project bootleg.

whatever the hell it is, he’s been sitting at the dinner table all focused and shit so you decided to leave him alone. you were sitting on the floor with mayday in your lap, dreads tied back, reading a book that hobie bought for her a couple weeks ago in y’all dimension.

mayday had been fed, bathed, and potty trained and you were loving every second of it. you’ve always loved children and nurturing them.

when you were well into the book you looked down and noticed she’d fallen asleep. you smile and brush her hair out of her face. carefully rising to your feet and descending into the house to lay her down in her bed.

you reappear into the living room again, eyes traveling to hobie who you found out was already staring at you. his eyes were filled with admiration and it made you shy.

“y’re very good with the babies, y’know?” you laugh and make your way to them as they sit at the table, you glance at what he was working on and it looked like one of the watches he and peter wore.. so you minded your damn business. “well, I love kids. what can i say?” you sit on his lap and give him a kiss.

“say you’ll raise someone with me one day” he whispers to you kissing your cheek and tickling you at your sides. you two have this exact conversation at least twice a week. he even stops in the baby’s aisle at the stores you two shoplift from just to look at stuff and contemplate baby names. “you know I want to, bee. we’ll get there one day.”

his head is on your shoulder so you feel him nod in agreement, but you can also feel his sadness. one wouldn’t hurt, right?

[kultofkorii]

− Tired

✎ your fav x reader

♦︎summary: your boyfriend is tired after a long day, and tries to convince you to come to bed

♦︎word count: 300+

♦︎warnings: none, short

Men who like to hug you from behind while you're busy. Their scent overwhelming you and simultaneously calming you. You can feel their chest against you back, rising and falling with each breath they take. Their warm arms wrapped around your waist, snugly, as if they were make to be placed there. Your face shifts to an expression of amusement, mind being taken off of your current task.

,,and just what do you think you're doing, Sir?,,

,,mmm... just seeing what you're up to, was getting lonely without you,, His husky voice sending vibrations through your upper back and chest. From the low pitch of his voice alone, you could tell he was about five minutes from collapsing in exhaustion.

,,you sound tired baby, why haven't you gone to bed yet?,, You questioned him, but continued with your task at hand. You felt him squeeze lightly at your waist, rubbing small circles where one of his hands rest on your stomach. You release a content hum, relaxing every more into his hold.

,,come t' bed with me, please?,, He rasps out, anyone who didn't know him well, wouldn't be able to notice the whine in his voice. You take pride in how much you know your man, quirks, ambitions and all, there was nothing he could do that would get past you.

Not even his light manipulation; he knew the affect his voice laced with sleep had on you. Knew you couldn't resist him, especially when he was in the mood for cuddles which was few and far between.

,,okay, just let me finish this and I'll be right with you-,, he cut you off, pulling you impossibly closer to his body, as if trying to fuse you into becoming one.

,,you can finish t'morrow, you always over work 'ya self,, His words began to slur together, his tiredness getting the better of him. You supposed it would be better to abide by his wishes, before he falls asleep where you both stand and traps you here; a common occurrence.

,,alright big guy, come on, you win,, Your hand intertwines with his as you pull him with you to your shared bedroom. Your eyes growing heavy as you make your way to that sweet mattress where you could bundle up with your love under warm comforters.

♦︎note: This is really me just testing out the waters before I really start writing. I haven't written in a long time, so I'd really love if you all would send me any requests you have! 😊

[hanasnx]

hobie meeting black cat!reader 😵‍💫 the chaos. the flirting. the tension. i need it.

MINORS DNI 18+

omg! i was just talking about this concept with my bff let me share the highlights

! ── being a black cat, means you’re good with your hands (in more ways that one). you’ve got sticky fingers, and you’d take things it’d take a second for him to notice are gone. now, HOBIE BROWN's no amateur in thievery nor spidering but you’d still manage to pull one over on him every once in a while. walk into his eye sight wearing his vest, sweeping your hair out from underneath it, and playing keep away because you that badly want him to chase you. and try to touch you in any way.

! ── your relationship with him is less than formal. he does view you as you are, an actual threat but he can see through some of your veiled interactions. a single claw runs down his chest, having pinned him underneath you in a straddle. “you know it’s bad luck to cross me, right?”

he’s sick of your distraction. “enough playin’, girl, i’ve got shit to do tonight.”

it’s so like you to toy with him.

! ── you had met before, he’s had to stop you in your endeavors. but the first time you and him really connect is because you’d taken a job that crossed your paths a little more deliberately. your client paid you to steal spider-punk’s guitar. you couldn’t back down from a challenge, nor an excuse to talk to the object of your fascination. of course it was foiled, but your other goal of getting closer to the spider wasn’t.

! ── you have the classic arc of trying to go straight, and that’s when you and hobie’s relationship really blossoms. you’ve told him you’ve committed to his side of things, even if your villainous ways call out to you every so often.

! ── there was probably a point during your enemy phase that you guys hate fucked to get that tension out. relieve some of the steam from the pot.

“we can’t do this again.” he tells you in between locked lips.

“yeah, yeah, just shut up and take your pants off.”

! ── you’d be addicted to his strength.. you’d fight him in bed but only for show. you like it when he’s gotta put a brat like you in your place.

[eyesxxyou]

Hey..can we get more mean hobie? Like making me feel dumb but not in a mean/abusive way? Im v horny for him and him treating me like a glamorous dog is making me kick my feet

-🍆

Ahhh I love love love mean Hobie.

Mean Hobie who treats you like a glorified pet, on your knees before him with your cheek resting on his thigh while he pets your head lovingly while smoking a joint. Everytime you try to speak, he shushes you. "Yer a lil daft, aren'cha? Puppies don't speak, lovie."

Mean Hobie who moves his booted foot between your legs and presses it up against your crotch. He takes another hit and watches you writhe a little as he rubs his boot against your little love. "Go 'head. Do wha' puppies do."

Mean Hobie who continues to pet your head and smoke while you hump his boot, drooling against his thigh as you press your hips down harder and rut your hips faster. You whimper, looking up at him with pleading eyes, waiting for him to give you the okay to cum.

Mean Hobie who waits for a long while before he does, waits until you're crying. "Don' say a word now." He croons. "Makin' my boot all wet 'n messy. Pathetic really." You wail a little. Your eyes beg for release.

Mean Hobie who does finally let you cum and you make a mess of his boot. Your hips shudder against the glossy surface of it, rubbing yourself against the ball of the toe as you ride out your orgasm.

"if I were any meaner, I'd make ya clean my fuckin' boot." Good thing he isn't so mean.

[l0starl]

Hobie brown x black cat reader

W/c : 477

Warnings : Mentions of blood and injuries, badly written not in his accent

Synopsis : Your injured! So you asked hobie to patch you up, but only this once

Somewhat related to this

Author’s note: Probably not gonna finish that fic 😋 + I should write for hobie more wtf (✏️) — TAGLIST ; fill it out to be apart of it! Taglist : @hobiebrownismygod @daydreaming-en-pointe @kxllanxtdoor @adorefavv @adorinjae

Imagine this, Getting the police off your trail, you find yourself sitting on the rooftop, your hand badly injured, you examine the wound on your palm, you winced at the sight of it, the breeze kissed your skin as you noticed it was awfully quiet…..too quiet.

You knew you couldn’t patch this wound up yourself (Because you didn’t have the money to do so) But you at least knew someone you can…

Hobie

You walked to the dock, the wooden boards creaked with every step you took, making an unpleasant sound, possibly alerting him

You spotted a familiar houseboat, as you knocked on the door three times, the sound of movement inside coming closer as you heard a lock make a series of clicking sounds as the door finally opened.

“Well well well, looks who’s here!” Hobie said in a mocking tone, he knew how easily he can get under your skin

“Cut it out hobie!” You huffed in annoyance “I need your help, “you think you can patch this wound up for me?” As you lifted up your injured palm

“That’s a pretty bad wound ya got there, come inside!” He gestured for you to enter, as he close the door behind him

Inside of the boat was pretty neat, though you weren’t really focus on the appearance, you were mostly trying to convince yourself to not puke while the boat was rocking back and forth

“C’mere” He gestured for you to sit on the couch

You complied as you sat down, he brought out a med kit, gloves, and some rubbing alcohol as he sat beside you

“Give me your hand” You extended your hand towards him, the blood was still dripping out, but at least it wasn’t gushing out

“Oh Bloody hell! It’s worse than I thought”

“WHAT?! How bad?”

“relax I’m just messing with ya” he teased, amused at your frustration

“Not funny hobie! Could you hurry up?” You scoffed but you couldn’t hide a smile

“Alright dove, hold still” he smiled back, putting on the gloves, after that he opened the rubbing alcohol and dipped the cotton ball inside

He rubbed the cotton the wound as you winced a bit at the pain, after cleaning the wound he wrapped it up tightly, though the stinging remained

“There, ya all better now! Or do I have to kiss ya boo boo” He mocked, you rolled your eyes but you chuckled under your breath “Is that so? You want a reward?” You retorted with a smirk

“Maybe I do, what about it?” He smirked mischievously, almost suggesting something

“Alright hobie cut it out!” Your cheeks heat up a bit

“Oh your no fun, maybe a kiss will do?” He suggested once again, as he lifted up your chin, giving you a soft kiss, not too long though but just enough to satisfy you both.

[moralesmilesanhour]

my neighbor's a punk

summary: you move into a new apartment with a noisy neighbor. inspired by this prompt list! wc: 922 A/N: just wrote this for some practice. I'm getting better at writing longer drabbles, I think! As always feel free to reblog and leave your reactions in the tags or comments. As of the date this is being posted, my requests are also open! (pls check my pinned beforehand)

You had never seen a garden so beautiful.

Vibrant blossoms of yellow and orange greeted you as you hauled two medium-sized boxes carrying the last of your things through the entrance of your new apartment. Their fragrance wafted through the humid summer air, delighting you and confirming that they were, in fact, real. But for the past couple of days that you had been in the process of moving in, you’d never once spotted a gardener or seen the sprinklers turn on. Curious.

The modest apartment had only a couch to occupy the living room, which was currently still dotted with cardboard boxes. A freshly-ironed shirt and work pants lay neatly folded on top of one. You stepped over a few to get to the kitchen, where various unopened appliances were strewn about the counter. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, you made a note to finally put everything away in the cupboards tomorrow evening after work.

No TV meant your only sources of entertainment for the time being were your phone and your laptop. It was now evening, and you were slouched on your sofa in the midst of a harrowing ‘Game of Thrones’ episode when a violent guitar riff ripped through the air and made you jump.

These thin-ass walls…

Whoever was playing (very well, you might add) seemed to be next door, so it didn’t take long to follow the sound to the correct number. You knocked impatiently and rang the doorbell too, for good measure. It took a minute for the music to come to a halt before the sound of heavy footsteps approached the door and you heard it unlock.

Once the door creaked open, you weren’t sure where to look first.

Your eyes darted back and forth between the array of piercings on your neighbor’s face and dangling from his ears, the wicks styled to shoot out from his head like an explosion, and his bright red plaid pants before landing on a pair of large eyes set deeply within a dark, angular face.

Judging by the way his pierced brow quirked up in amusement, you weren’t the first to give him a weird look, and wouldn’t be the last.

You remembered how to speak.

“Oh, um- hey,” you began, “I live next door, and I heard you playing–”

The young man’s face lights up and he interrupts, “Oh, d’you like it? It’s a song I’ve been workin’ on for the past few weeks. Finally got the bridge down.”

You blinked. 

“I mean…it’s not bad. It’s great, even, but–”

“Say, I haven’t seen you around before,” he pointed. “You new here?”

The man spoke with a strong Cockney accent, you noticed, with a tinge of something else that made a couple of vowels run together.

“...Yes, I moved in two days ago,” you sighed. “Now that that’s out of the way, I was about to ask if you could maybe play a lil’ quieter? You’re very loud.”

The realization seemed to dawn on him that you weren’t here to applaud his sick guitar riffs, and he winced. You almost felt bad for disappointing him, but you had a show to binge.

“Ah shit, my fault. Got too used to playing on full volume after the last neighbor moved out,” With a hand placed over his chest, he promised, “Won’t happen again.”

You nodded with a tight smile. 

“Thanks. Goodnight,” you said as you turned to leave.

The next few days were quieter, though you could still hear the neighbor’s guitar through the walls at a much more manageable volume. Sometimes you would hear the man humming to himself in his baritone voice. Eventually, you were so used to it that you found yourself falling asleep to the sound.

One Saturday morning, though, you awoke to the peculiar sound of silence. Normally by now you’d be hearing the first few chords of…whatever the guy was working on, then he’d reach the end by mid-afternoon. Part of you wanted to check up on him, but reason held you back; you’d only spoken to him once. Maybe he was just taking an off day.

Unable to return to sleep, you decided to shower and take a walk outside while the air was still comfortably cool.

As soon as the early morning sun hit your face, a familiar head of hair came into view.

There stood your neighbor–band t-shirt and all–in the garden in front of the apartment. Watering the flowers.

Mystery solved.

“So you’re the reason the plants haven’t died yet,” you laughed, causing his head to snap up.

He grinned, and lifted his watering can proudly. “Sure am. Bring some color into the place.”

“I thought it was awful quiet around here,” you remarked. You toyed with the hem of your t-shirt. “How’s the, uh…song going?”

Something between delight and surprise graced his features and made him look boyish. 

He smiled, revealing a crooked front tooth as he replied, “Almost done with it, actually.”

There was silence for a beat, and the both of you shifted awkwardly where you stood. 

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off. 

“Mind playing it for me when you’re done?”

The tall man seemed about ready to run laps around the block at the suggestion.

Quickly setting his watering can down, he replied, “Thought you’d never ask, mate!”

He jogged his way around the perimeter of the garden and over to you. “Can I get your name while we’re at it?”

“Y/N.” You stuck out your hand, and he shook it.

“Hobie.”

[fariesoiree]

minors mdni

hobie absolutely does not care if you sass him.

to be quite honest, he finds the whole thing a bit amusing. you’re so little compared to him, huffing about. constantly demanding him to do things for you and rolling your eyes at his words. no matter, he cannot allow you to continue on like this.

usually, you’re so loving. always calling him sweet names, responding to everything he says as if he created you, himself. you only really get like this when you’re overwhelmed or when the day has been particularly draining for you.

it’s not hard to figure out the explanation behind your constant attitude and sideways glares when he thinks about how much time you spent with your family to these past few days.

they’ve finally gone home but you’ve come back to him in a sour mood. clearly you haven’t had any time to destress and possibly needed time alone, despite clinging to his side. when he does try to leave you alone, you’ll pout and whine about how he doesn’t care about you only to ignore him until you want something.

hobie knows you like the back of his hand. he knows that if he doesn’t eventually pull you out of your rut, somehow, your hums and grumbles in annoyance will eventually turn into silence. you’ll go completely nonverbal and it’ll be a terrible experience for the both of you. you’ll feel guilty for your lack of communication and fall into a continuous cycle of quietness while he tries his hardest to ensure your prolonged wellbeing.

that just won’t do.

“angel,” hobie settles in the car, reaching into the cup holder to take a sip of his drink. the ice crashing into each other is the only sound ringing through the air for a bit but he’s patient. your brain must be bursting at the seams.

you have the passenger mirror flipped, fussing with your hair. it’s such a minuscule detail but for some reason, it’s such a big deal. you thought it was fine this morning but now it was too tight, too high up, too far to the left. “mm?” your lips are pressed together as you preen.

to hobie, that’s a telltale sign. you’re too far in your head to turn and smile at him like you usually do. he misses it, misses your eyes full of adoration.

though if there’s one thing he’s is, it’s understanding. he knows you aren’t quite sure how to manage your feelings but it’s a bit difficult to take you seriously like this.

by this, he means all dressed in white. little poms hanging off the side of your skirt. fuzzy white hat acting as a halo. your nails click against each other. the pink and silver gems catch the sunlight. you look like a princess you usually are, swallowed by his jacket loosely strewn across your shoulders.

“what?” you say eventually when he doesn’t respond further. your eyes cut to him, narrow and expectant. his eyes were heavy on your frame and you do not like the way it feels.

“you gonna tell me what’s wrong or you gonna keep breakin’ my heart?” he sets the cup back in the cupholder and leans against the door. his head is pressed up against the window while he eyes you. you feel small under his gaze, especially when he looks so neutral.

this isn’t a new scenario to either of you and despite knowing how it’s going to end, you insist on taking the same route each time.

“don’t know what you’re talking about.” you flip the mirror up with a loud snap! and dig in your purse for your shimmery pink lipgloss. it’s always so much easier to change your focus on an inanimate object. “can you just drive? i would like to get everything done today.”

he doesn’t miss your lack of please and thank yous. not only have you decided to stop minding your tone, it appears you’ve thrown your manners completely out the window. hobie sighs. he already knows he has to mentally prepare the both of you for what’s coming next. his sweet girl clearly needs some help communicating. it’s his job to ease some of that distress.

“please cooperate with me, love. i know it’s hard for you to talk right now but i promise you’ll feel so much better if you do. at least a little bit. you’ve been talking crazy to me all day. i don’t like that.” his much larger hand encases yours. his fingers graze your knuckles lovingly and for a moment, your temperament softens.

until you actually have to form words.

you purse your lips. you want to tell him you just have too many thoughts running around but the stress in simply telling him made you feel icky. “nothing is wrong ‘bie.” you turn your head to face the window and stare at the pedestrians passing from the safety of tinted glass. “stop fuckin’ askin’ me.”

you draw a sharp breath when your head is tugged around. you can feel his hand anchored under your chin, pulling you close. there’s no where to run to now, no escape from him and his questions.

hobie’s eyes circle between your wide ones and glossy lips. his are just barely downturned. it was only a matter a time before he let you know just how displeased with your attitude he is. “☆, i’m trying to help you. you’re givin’ me an attitude for no reason and i’m trying to help you. you can tell me what’s goin’ on in that pretty little brain of yours or you can figure it out yourself. what you’re not going to do is talk to me like that, yeah?”

you can feel yourself sinking into the seat with your hands gripping the center console. a whimper leaves your lips and hobie tsks, releasing you from his grip.

“you’re a big girl. use your big girl words.” he’s back to softly caressing your hand in an attempt to draw out his perfect girl, again.

you find yourself craving his comfort and proximity. he always had this effect on you. ever since you met, hobie’s closeness alone kept you docile. there was no need to think around him and he’s just as happy to guide you through the way.

“can’t,” you subconsciously lean towards him, eyes full of need. needing for him to do something, anything. fortunately, hobie is a mind reader when it comes to you.

he presses a kiss against your hand and another against your cheek. his lips graze the skin on the way down your neck. you can feel the coolness of his spider bite on your skin. your thoughts are all muddled and foggy. it has the perfect effect, having you no longer concerned with what to say and how to say it. “it’s too much.”

“what’s too much, pretty?” you can feel him speak against your skin, vibrating your nerves in a way that makes you tense. hobie suckles on your neck. his teeth graze and nip on the most sensitive areas. you do your best to sit still, to be present in the moment but you can’t help but squirm. your breath hitches when his tongue runs across your collarbone.

your mouth forms the words before they come out. you clutch hobie’s wrist and press your legs together. “e – everything. can’t talk.”

his tongue feels hot against your skin. his hand, trailing down your side, leaves your nerves burning in his wake. “too much goin’ on in there? need me to make it better?”

you nod feverishly. you’re just about ready to climb over the center console, keening to his touch. your body is on fire when hobie flips up your skirt. he shoves his way through your white tights and lace panties.

you gasp as he brushes his fingers against your clit. you’re already slumped over after days of stress and the lack of his touches making you extra sensitive.

“relax, angel. y’know i hate it when you move too much.” he lightly chastises you. hobie has a grip on your hip to keep you stabilized. his fingers plunge into you with little resistance. you must have been more worked up than you thought.

you lean against him, breath tanning over his skin. you can’t help but fist his shirt, pushing yourself into his hand farther. he’s knuckle deep in your cunny, drawing endless juices out and leaking all over his fingers.

you lurch forward when he bumps against that one spot, whining directly in his ear. hobie doesn’t have to wait for you to tell him to abuse it. he’s silent, grinding the palm of his hand against your clit.

he keeps you still while he plays with your hole. though your provocative reactions were the source behind his pants feeling suddenly constricting, this wasn’t about him. this was about easing your body, wound up too tight to function.

“ohmygosh, ‘bie. please! i’m gonna – don’t stop!”

you only invite him to drive his thick fingers deeper, as far as he could. hobie glimpses at your expression and nearly cums in his pants.

you look so erotic, glossy mouth formed in an o shape. your eyes are squeezed shut and the cute little hat that was previously so neatly atop your head was all lopsided. the glitter on your lids only helped his horniness. in his eyes, you were absolutely heavenly. he has the best girl with the best pussy.

you don’t even notice how he’s observing you, especially when your hole spasms on his digits. your creamy cum is siphoned out of you until your body twitches in sensitivity.

gradually, hobie’s fingers come to a stop and are gingerly sliding out of you. “all better?” he asks. he’s lifting your cheeks again, only to push his fingers passed your lips. he’s flashing you a satisfied smile when your tongue is swirling around him.

you hum in confirmation. the edge in your behavior is gone and it’s evident in the placidness in your eyes. you’re pleasant again, looking as if he’s built you the world by hand.

“you’re not gonna be mean to me anymore?” hobie pops his fingers out your mouth. he smears your spit on your cheek and even though it probably left some imperfections in your makeup, you couldn’t care less.

“mm mm.” you grin softly and settle back in your seat, only after hobie has fixed your tights and smoothens out your skirt for you. your gaze is fixed on the poms on your skirt, but this time in contentment rather than avoidance.

alas, after your little break, he starts the car. “there’s my girl.” he reaches over to buckle your seatbelt for you, fixing your hat immediately after.

and of course, you’re all gumdrops and rainbows after that. thank god you have hobie around to bring you to your senses, right when you need it most.

[vampirevatican]

Performance

pairing - hobie brown x black gn! reader

genre/tags - 1.6k words, fluff smut, teasing, edging, porn w/plot, aerialist reader (pole and hoop)

notes - personally, i love shenanigans. i love the will they won't they, slow burn, anime walk-ins, misunderstandings that are more funny then frustrating. the target audience is me, did my damnedest to make it gender neutral tho, and i hope y'all enjoy.

summary - you and hobie have been together for awhile now. sharing in each other's company, chilling on his house boat, him visiting your apartment, movie nights and show binges, washdays, platonic to romantic cuddles. though something you never stopped doing was trying to catch him off guard.

You didn't expect for him to visit today and you weren't about to drop by his houseboat either. It was the weekend, on weekends you lounged around your home not intent on going anywhere unless you absolutely had to. Binging shows and being sprawled out on the couch was part of this weekend ritual. Comfy clothes, small bags of chips, drinks, a few cups, and a bowl were strewn about the coffee table. It's only Friday but to soak in the rest and fun of three days it was always better to get a head start. Sitting up from your comfy position you muttered, “Guess I better do something.” Lazing around for too long wasn't in your best interest. Usually, you'd fall asleep or have to remind yourself that doing nothing isn't bad.

Making your way to a room you set as a workout space but also a sort of gaming room. It was big enough that it could fit a whole desktop setup on one side, a pole in the corner, and a place to set up an aerial hoop. It was kind of a play place for yourself, another area to unwind but in a more active way. You started to stretch first as you turned on your favorite playlist to wind down too. Feeling your body become looser, easier to bend and do more, you hopped up onto the hoop. Holding onto the sides of the hoop you let your body bend over the bottom of bottom of it, using your leg to spin you slowly around. After a moment of just spinning, adjusting your body to the rigid circle, you sat up to try out routines to some of the songs on your playlist.

Being in the zone, and the music being loud, you didn't notice‘your boy’ walking through the front door. As you spun, did flips, legs spread to closed, from the top of the hoop to the bottom in a cropped tank and underwear. He didn't call your name, hearing the music he had a feeling you wouldn't hear him, but that's when his spidey senses kicked in. Rushing to the room you were in he stopped seeing you drop from the hoop and just hang on to it. Your eyes were closed, a smile on your face, and looking at peace. Hobie just leaned against the wall watching you. Landing on the floor you were about to head to your pole but upon opening your eyes you spot him.

"You like what you see?" and he just nods, walking into the room to sit down in your gaming chair. He's been in here before and even asked what the hoop and pole were for. Hobie definitely knew about the pole, he wanted to hear it come from your mouth, but you shut him down with an ‘exercise.’ being a bit distracted that day with your computer. Getting beside him, slightly bending over, you turn down the music and set up another song. "Looked absolutely stunnin' up there, how long you've been a' it fo'?" He leaned back a bit in the chair, deep brown eyes focused on you. "To get that good? Some years. Before you came in? A couple of hours at most." You smirked looking down at him, "What, you tryna get up there?" He shrugged, which was a sign for you to possibly teach him someday but noticing the way his pants seemed a bit tighter in one spot, it wouldn't be today.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you two were locked in a staring contest for a moment. That is until his eyes started trailing your body. Tracing your brown skin, your twists with added hair were pulled up into a bun and the parting was still fresh, though the baby hairs had sweated out a bit. "You just gonna stare at your peng black ting or are ya gonna say somethin'?" You mimicked his slang as your smirk turned into a smile and he mirrored it, letting out a low chuckle, "Low it, peng ain' enough to describe you righ' now love." He looked so relaxed in your chair, manspreading, hands on his stomach, eyeing you so intensely. Walking to the pole you told him to hit play on the music you had set up.

"What, you're gonna put on a show for me?" He said and was met with your eyes looking back at him with the same intensity, hand on your hip, "You don't wanna see some ass?" He was quick to listen to your request after that, swiveling from the computer and immediately to you. Watching you just made the bulge in his pants become more noticeable and the ache to do something about it stronger. The simple sensuality of the chorus and the picked-up moves and tricks when the song hit its verses. Sure he was horny as hell, but also enraptured by the skill. As the song slowed down you were wrapped around the pole, spinning slowly. The glow of the led lights around the room reflected on your brown skin in the same way it did his and his piercings. Etheral. That was the word that came to mind as he watched your little show.

"C'mere." He paused the music without looking and went to pull you closer, shooting a web at your wrist and you stumbled forward giggling. You sat on his lap and rolled your hips to which he tossed his head back and let out a low grown and a laugh of his own. Placing his hands on your hips and swooping in to kiss and lick at your neck. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he picked you up. Legs clinging to his thin waist, folding over each other. Your lips lock in a heated makeout session and before you know it he's looming over you on the bed.

His mouth trailing from you neck to your chest as he left kisses and marks on his way down his hand was in your underwear. Teasing at you as your low whimpers and whines told him just how much you wanted him. Hobie stopped, lifting your legs to be on his shoulders, "Get louder for me, you know you wan' to" Looking down at him, squinting as he shot you that all to confident smirk before eating you out, and now it was your turn to follow commands. Your small whimpers turning into moans and crys of his name. Hobie was always skilled getting you to be more vocal.

Hobie's mouth and fingers prepping you, pleasuring you to unbelievable heights, everytime without fail. Right before you reached your climax he stopped all together earning a frustrated whine and pouting from you. "Hol' on, can't let your hair being up go to was'e can we?" He helped you to sit up before getting off of you to take off his jeans; belts and chains falling to the floor. You couldn't help almost pouncing on him as you pulled down his boxers to reveal his dick. Taking a moment to just stroke at it, kiss and lick at the tip; hearing his own whines and pleas for more, you obliged.

Taking him in to your mouth and throat as much as you could before you started to gag slightly. Hobie always put your gag reflexes to the test, but you neverminded it. Everytime you gave him a blowjob his praise made you want to do more, hear him more and he always made sure to keep you at a pace that had you comfortable to drooling. Draping your arms around his waist as his hand guided your head back and forth on his shaft, he could feel himself getting closer and that's when you pulled away with one gentle lick to his tip.

Pulling him back on top of you by the hem of his shirt you whispered to him, "Enough teasing," Hobie slid off your underwear as you moved to help him and finished your sentence, "unless you want to be left high and dry tonight?" He shook his head, "Not my intentions a' all babe." Kissing and biting at your neck once more as he slowly slid in. There wouldn't be more teasing, but he always had to get some kind of comeback in if he could.

Feeling him bottom out inside of you, the two of you let out a groan of euphoria before your legs went around his waist again. His pace slow, his hands running up your sides and rubbing circles into your hips; to fast, those huge palms gripping your hips as praise and groans fell from his lips and to your ear. Hobie's face was nestled in the crook of your neck, your legs shifted from his hips to his shoulders, as he plowed into you. Going as deep as he could, "Fuck, got a... vice grip.." he muttered, barely being able to utter his usual flirtatious teasings. He was close; egging him on didn't do any better because you were just as fucked out and desperate to cum as he was. "Yea, then... cum for me baby.. let it all out.~" The ‘out’ became a scream of your oncoming orgasm as you felt him reach down between you two to help you along quicker. Releasing at the same time he helped you ride the wave of your orgasm by gradually slowing his pace before pulling out and swiping his fingers at your entrance to get a taste, you stared at each other again. Watching him lick his fingers clean, "After you've gotten ya rest, we can pick up again." He said then kissed your forehead before getting a towel to clean you up.

[spidey-bie]

Hobie x ARFID Reader

Warnings: emetophobia (if you squint), eating disorder

He's the type of person who'll sit with you as you eat even if you're a slow eater

"Didn't you say you had to go to HQ today?"

"Miguel and those other wankers can wait. I have more important things to do here."

People have stopped complaining about you eating slow ever since you've started hanging out with Hobie.

(He probably lectured them about eating quickly is a part of the grind mindset and how capitalism has once again plagued society so much that we can't even eat meals without thinking about how to best optimize our time. In this essay I wil-)

Please don't hoard your food, your personal food disposal is literally right there

He will not let you force food down either refer back to the above point.

Never explicitly states anything about the excessive amount of Pepto Bismol you own. However he does distract you away from it after each meal if it's a habit you're trying to break.

He also finds creative ways to motivate you to eat

"Did you really just put on a puppet show with a sock figure singing about how you can't fight the power on an empty stomach?"

"Yeah."

"Siiiigh ig I gotta go eat now. Like Shobie the sockman said I can't fight against my oppressors if my stomach is giving me away."

Learns how to prepare your safe foods

He's a fairly decent cook. But if he doesn't know how to cook something he'll experiment before giving you the final product.

Also he doesn't say anything if you ask for foods to be finely chopped or cut because of excessive fear of choking.

If there's something he can do that'll make eating easier for you he'll do it no matter how strange it might seem.

He will distract you as you eat if that helps you. Probably goes on and tells a story from his day or something new about one of his interests.

He doesn't get upset or irritated if your safe foods change up

You looked down at the plate of food set down before you. There was nothing wrong with it. It was actually a food you'd grown comfortable eating for the past couple of weeks yet the sight of it now made your stomach turn.

"I can't do it. I'm sorry."

"What you apologizing for? You didn't do anything wrong."

"I know." Your vision began to blur. "But I thought this one would've stuck around for a bit longer."

"Don't worry about it I've got some safe foods in the fridge for you as backup."

He will find ways to sneak foods with the vitamins you need into your food if you ask him to.

He tells you he's proud of you for whatever you eat that day or if you try new foods.

"I'm proud of you for eating."

"Bie I'm only eating a child's portion of food."

"Oi. Don't put yourself down. Something is better than nothing."

(A/N: You just gotta love mourning over the foods that you can't eat anymore 🙂. Anyhow this wasn't as heavy as I thought it'd be. Actually got some heartfelt scenes in here. )

[70spunkstars]

blue is debating on whether she should cross the line and dip their toes in smut or not 😕

[afronime]

THIS IS FOR BLACK READERS!! NONBLACK READERS DNI!!!

Hobie Brown retwisting your locs and trying to convince you to keep the grown out look because it’s punk, even though it’s been 3 months since your last retwist!!!

Hobie does it effortlessly and beautifully. He says he used to have locs like yours until he decided to make them into wicks further down his journey to look more afro-punk

Hobie Brown hyping you up after the fresh retwist (and hyping himself up since he did it, cocky bastard)

just Hobie Brown with a partner with locs

[apocalypse-shuffle]

HOBIE BROWN | SPIDER-PUNK (atsv)

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“Pizza Time” (Hobie Brown & Gn!Reader)

| You, Hobie, and crew get called out to deal with a canon disturbance.

| SFW, canon typical action, team fic™️, my attempts at humor, one original spider variant, -gn!reader

| H/n=Hero name (Pic source: Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (2023) movie)

| PART ONE

| 2k+ words

The sounds of an argument bounce off the walls of the hall leading to the transport station and Miguel’s office - if you wanted to call a floating platform and boundless walls of unfeeling shifting metal an “office” that was.

Hobie walks in, hands in his pockets and gait steady, already heaving a sigh.

“Level one! You’re sending us - me! - on a mission for a goddamn level one disturbance?”

A platform above you, thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose, Miguel groans. The sound borders on growl but you don’t buck an inch.

Hobie would totally be admiring the show of grit right now if he didn’t have something waaaaay better to do, but alas he does so he needed you to shush sooner rather than later.

“Are you crazy? I can do so much better than respond to some villain of the week!”

“Ay, dios mío, I can assure you I’m perfectly sane-”

“Huh,” Hobie scoffs. He’d sure like to hold a microscope up to that claim.

He swings his guitar ‘round to his front and leans against the wall otherwise silently, doing nothing but waving when Miguel’s sharp eyes snap to him. He does want to laugh at the way just his presence is causing the ever present crease in their - not their as in ‘his’ but their as in ‘everyone else’s’ - leader’s forehead but that’s something he’d have done last week and he rather liked his inconsistencies to stay just that; messing with Miguel was more fun that way.

So today he keeps mum. To an extent. Just feeling the way the headquarters’ walls hum with power against his back and watching with lidded eyes as you bark up Miguel’s tree.

Miguel averts his attention back to you and you’re clearly still giving him a nasty look if his eye roll means anything.

“You’re going. That’s not me asking, this isn’t up for debate. You want to work so bad, here you go.”

“Work? This is a glorified playdate at best-”

Alright. Time to cut and run. Hobie pushes off the wall, walking over to tug you back with the pads off his fingers. Grabbing onto skintight spandex isn’t some easy task so he sticks to you instead.

You stumble away with an irritated huff but Hobie talks over the barrage you’re likely about to release.

“Oi, cut the argy bargy! Don’t we got somethin’ to do?

Miguel turns with a nearly slackened expression - look at that he almost did something that wasn’t a scowl! - but gestures towards Hobie regardless.

When you do the same, turning to him like he’s gone and betrayed your whole bloodline, Hobie shrugs your gaze off and lets go of you. For the time being he needs you to be sated enough that he can get from under the security cameras he knows are up his knickers and nipping at his balls right now.

“For once we agree,” Miguel intones.

In response Hobie flips him off and right on cue that scowl makes its reappearance.

“Just go,” the man sighs.

Nearly in tandem you and Hobie give Miguel mock salutes. Hobie can tell you’re rolling your eyes under the mask but opts not to comment as Pavitr finally enters the room.

Miguel’s tense voice follows you all into the bright energy field that makes up the dimensional portal when you guys finally mobilize.

“Your mission parameters will be on your watches when you get there. H/n and Hobie you’ll be taking point. The Spider of the universe you’re being sent to is already on standby.” He heaves a sigh and you can just hear the way he’s attempting to rub out the halos in his vision. “And please try not to destroy another national monument.”

“No promises!”

The way Hobie’s words ring out into the spacious room is capped off by your raucous laughter as you both walk through the portal.

A blinding light flashes and then you’re traveling through a technicolor cavern, shot forward to your chosen destination by an invisible and unwavering current.

In almost no time at all you meet the timid air of Earth-159, the home of the self proclaimed:

SPECTACULAR SPIDER ╸MAID!

You breathe in cool damp air, taking a moment to ground yourself in the feel of yet another alternate New York before twisting around to confront your partner.

“Since when are you such a follower?”

You grumble the words with a no doubt demur turn of your lips and Hobie shrugs, shaking the stability back into his legs.

“Nah I ain’t never been that, don’t go puttin’ words in my mouth. It just so ‘appens that ‘is usual utilitarian act matched up with my plans for today, is all.”

“You? Plotting? What a surprise,” you chuckle and flip around - walking backwards - so you can watch him as y’all walk out on the other side of the portal. “I want in.”

He side eyes you, “You plan on keeping that big mouth shut anytime soon then? No usin’ what I tell you as ammunition against Miguel, and all that.”

Still walking backwards you chuckle lowly and press your lips together. Your pinched fingers come up to pantomime a zipper closing across the seam of your lips, you make a show of breaking then showing off the invisible zipper key, and finally toss the imaginary zipper away.

“Alright then,” he hums. “Keep your schedule open for tomorrow and I’ll spill.”

“Great.” You shove your hand in your pocket as you and him both catch up to a buzzing in place Pavitr.

He turns to you, shiney hair bouncing almost sadly to the left.

“Shouldn’t Maid be here already? What’s taking her so long?”

Before either of you can answer Pavitr the telltale thwip of a web-shooter meets y’all’s ears from a short distance and then a flash of red and yellow head to toe spandex catches everyone’s eye.

Spider-Maid lands in front of you all - after a series of well timed flips - with her hands on her hips. She flips springy curls over her shoulder.

“I swear I would’ve been here sooner, but there was a minor incident with Dr. Conners and she was shedding everywhere!” She lands in front of you three, hands flailing every which way. “Like, I’m talking huge slabs. And everything was slimy-!”

“Spider-Maid,” you cut her off and she goes stock still, head ducking.

“Sorry.”

Before you can reassure her yourself Hobie’s already laughing her apology off. He walks over, swinging an arm over her shoulder.

“Ain’t nothin’ to be sorry for, Mad Maid! Things goin’ as good as they sound?”

“Oh yeah!” She laughs and when Hobie shakes his hand out and holds his fist out for her to dap him up she happily fist pumps him. “Everything’s great! You know? Despite the dimensional disturbance in my world apparently. Do you guys have eyes on that by the way?”

You shrug, “Honestly? I was hoping you did. You know Miguel prefers the ‘throw the baby in the deep end and let them figure it out’ method of learning.”

“Yeahhhh,” she nods. “Swim or die sounds about his speed.”

“Oh it is definitely his speed,” Pav says.

The sigh you let out comes from your bones. Pavitr is barely out of his superhero teething phase and he’s already picked up on how much of a hardass Miguel is, and Maid isn’t too far behind him either.

God the Spider Society was a mess.

A rush of people running from behind a pizzeria halts any further conversation. You all tense in unison, a cluster of fine tuned spiders ready to jump headfirst into danger. Hobie and you glance at one another.

A series of head tilts and hidden eyebrow raises commences before Hobie finally sighs and clears his throat.

“Alright, here’s how we’ll do things! I’ll go check whatever that was out and the rest of you look for any more signs of the disturbance, yeh?”

“Form a parameter and then scour it,” you add and he nods his agreement.

Everyone else then acknowledges the plan and y’all break up with you officially on spider-sitting duty by yourself.

For the first couple minutes things go smoothly enough. There’s no sign of the disturbance but there’s no more screaming people either, and Hobie seems pretty nonplussed - if a little humorous - at what it is he finds.

Barely enough time passes for you to start giving the two Spiders with you secondary instructions on what to look for when tracking someone before Hobie’s voice cuts through the calm.

“Ow! Shit!”

From the roof beside the one you're on Pav stops in his tracks and Maid - sticking to the side of the same building - slips. She clips her chin a little bit you’re too preoccupied to address it. Or catch the sigh of relief she lets out at that.

Your brows furrow beneath your mask and you eventually turn away from the now tense teens, glancing at the building Hobie disappeared behind.

“Hobie? Status?”

“There’s these fuckin - Ow!’” He yelps, still over coms. “Pudgy horned animal…things round the corner - shit! - and they are not as cute as I first thought!”

“Shit,” you grunt.

Maid waves to get your attention, crawling over the edge of your roof and running up to you.

“Can I?”

Maid and you turn to give each other a look. You shrug at her.

The brunette spider makes a jerky motion towards where Hobie’s run off to. From behind your mask you raise a brow and she catches on surprisingly fast for someone who isn’t used to hanging around other capes 24-7. For instance you can also tell that her eyes are saucer wide behind her mask.

“Do you think I should…go?”

“Somebody should!” Hobie yells, bordering on shrill even with his low timbre, and you start shoving at the girl to leave.

“I- yeah I think you should go. You’ll do fine. Me and Spider-man #2 over here can handle the main anomaly on our own.”

“Hey! Why am I number two?”

A call of Pav’s, Maid’s, and then your moniker comes from your wayward member, and Maid raises a hand to shoot off a web.

“Are you-?”

“We got this,” Pav cuts in. His tone is nearly melodic and you chuckle. “We’ll just split up like that old cartoon from the 70’s!”

Maid nods, leaving you two alone in just a few swings.

You turn to Pavitr as you both jump down to the street for a new vantage point. “You talking about Scooby-Doo?”

“What?” He laughs with a shake of his head. “Oh no I was talking about the Groovy Detective Crew-”

A high pitched scream ends that line of conversation. Instantly you and Pavitr are back to back, fighting stances coming naturally to you both.

“Guys! What was that?”

Your eyes track over the low roofs of the buildings surrounding the square you’re in, heart hammering in your chest.

“Yeah, that was definitely Hobie! I’ve got eyes on him now and there's something holding onto him, but I got it!”

Hobie starts yelling again, clearly being jerked around if the way his voice is cutting in and out means what you think it does.

“Bloody ‘ell it’s got my fuckin’ arm!”

Then Maid’s voice is added to the mix.

“Oh that’s just- that’s freaking disgusting.”

The question is on the tip of your tongue when you catch a glimpse of something not quite right banking the opposite corner from your teammates.

“Wait Pav.”

You point out a pair of little black boots rounding a corner, the disturbance cackling as it goes, and you and Pav are in pursuit seconds later.

“Hey guys! I think we found the main anomaly, we’re going after it now!”

The moment you and Pavitr swing past the corner you're met with the…thing? It’s already squaring up to you, that much is clear, its feet firmly planted as it stares you down from the other end of the street.

You scowl, planting your own feet even as your mind stalls.

Problem is you can’t really make sense of what you’re seeing. Subconsciously your head tilts as well, and beside you Pavitr makes a small incensed noise. There’s a lot of red but you can’t be sure if it’s blood or…or sauce(?), and there's just an absurd amount of glinting toppings stuck to the thing.

Hobie’s voice cracks through your stupor.

“H/n! You lot find the issue yet? What is it?”

“Well it’s- uh…is a-” your head tilts the other way, mouth going agape with your scowl. “Um…”

“Well spit it out already!” Over the line Hobie grunts, breathing out a curse as something presumably hits him. Maid’s higher grunt of impact follows.

Honestly there’s no good way to describe what you're looking at. You’re not even entirely convinced it isn’t a hallucination.

“It’s- it’s a…pizza?”

“Pizza? What the bloody fuck are you going on about? Pav, help me out here mate.”

Problem is Pavitr’s still just as confused as you. The boy’s so perplexed that it’s like he hasn’t even heard Hobie by the time he next speaks.

“Is that…sanitary?” Pavitr questions.

Yeah, you're kind of wondering that too. Regardless of that though - you shake your head - you still had a job to do.

Clearing your throat you straighten, projecting your voice a good couple of feet beyond you. “Who are you?”

The thing, all wet plops of itself falling to the floor and wafting garlicky scent, looks up at Pav and you slowly. You can’t tell if the two sharp points at what appears to be the top of it, even covered in a lion’s mane of fur, would be considered its shoulders or not.

It gives a hearty chuckle.

“After today - when you Spiders’ heads are skewered on the tip of my mighty spear - I’ll be the most dangerous of them all.”

TBC…

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

Let’s say Gwen was on another mission or something and that’s why she’s not in this. Idk, I just didn’t want to write a whole bunch of characters. I’ll introduce Gwen later. I’m not very confident in everyone’s portrayal here either but I’m giving it a try so bare with me.

Also, funnily enough, I decided to name Earth-159's Spider-Woman Spider-Maid because Earth-159 in DC comics is an alt universe where Lois Lane was sent from the dying planet of Earth to Krypton (in the reverse of Clark) where she then becomes that worlds version of Superman, Supermaid. Apparently.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

[eyesxxyou]

Currently thinking of Hobie with a defiling kink or corruption kink. Hobie who gains a liking to a meek little church girl who he wants nothing more than to show all she's missing. Hobie who finds his religion between legs and giving pleasure because it's something he had control over. Hobie that mothers hate because they know his reputation and what their children to have no business with him. But your mom is a friend of his mom and thinks that maybe you can be the one to turn him over to G*d but next thing you know he's fucking you in the confession booth and you're confessing all your sins to him, the biggest being that you're in love with him.

Yeah...just thinking

[gh0stsp1d3r]

hobie x black!gn reader who shares the same ideologies as him. maybe NSFW?

Punk rock love

Reader can be read as any gender, 18+, smut, oral (M), pretty vanilla

Hobie quickly went backstage, he sat down and breathed heavily. It was a pretty big crowd, more than usual.

“Hobie.” You said, waving your hands so he saw you.

“There you are. So, what’d you think?” He asked when he came up to you.

“The show was great as always.” You kissed him on the cheek. “Also me and a few of my friends were going to the protest tomorrow.. you coming?”

He heard about it, and he was thinking of going before.

“Yeah, sure, I’d love to.” He shrugged.

You smiled and kissed him again.

“Thank you. I mean it.”

“Of course. I really wanna fuck up some cops anyways.” He grinned.

“Me too.” You laughed, and it was silent for a little.

“You stayin’ tonight?” He asked you.

“If I can.” You smiled.

“You know you always can.”

“I know. Just wanted to make sure.”

He nodded and stood up, you standing up with him to help them pack up.

After that, you walked with Hobie back to his apartment, holding his hand the whole way.

“I’m gonna freshen up, wanna come with?” He said, putting his guitar down on its stand.

“Yeah, sure.” You smiled.

He smirked knowingly, every single time you guys took a shower together, it turned into more.

You followed him into the bathroom, you both quickly taking off your clothes. You quickly grabbed your shower cap, and put it on then stepped in after him, and he smiled at you.

You stood on your tippy toes and kissed him, the slow and passionate kiss turned fiery and needy, it was sloppy and it was obvious what you both wanted.

You slowly fell to your knees, Hobie was hard as soon as you stepped in the shower.

He groaned as you teased him, your thumb on his tip.

“Don’t be a tease.” He managed to get out. His hands on the back of your head. He was getting impatient quickly.

“Hold on, be patient.” You said, and stroked him a few times before slowly putting his cock in your mouth. He threw his head against the shower wall, groaning as he tried to keep his eyes on you.

You batted your eyes at him the whole time, and it wasn’t until he grabbed the back of your head and forced your head further down, your nose touching the hair at his bases, You gagged around it.

“So good, you’re doin’ so good for me, love.” He mumbled.

He came unexpectedly in your mouth, no longer able to control himself.

“Swallow it f’me, yeah?” He said softly, as you did so, and you pulled back away. You licked your lips, and smiled at him.

“I fucking love you.” He said when you stood back up and kissed him again.

You laughed quietly “Oh really? Show me.”

He planned to do just that.

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[vampirevatican]

hobie smut thoughts, bc im a weenie who's too scared and flustered (cages away her horny) to commit to writing a smut.

MINORS DNI

waking up in his canal boat house, on his mattress to his arms wrapped around your waist and playing with the waist band on your underwear. he's bricked up with no missions for him to go on, and he's placing kisses on your neck that go from affectionate to desperate when he hears you whine his name.

hobie. who's ready to fuck you then and there but instead teases you as you're caught in your usual morning routine of checking your phone and he keeps distracting you with his slender fingers doing all the right things and then stopping when you're so close

hobie. who makes you cum with his fingers alone, at least four times, as a way to beg for your undivided attention and you're all too eager to give him that as you roll over on top of him, rolling and grinding your hips.

hobie. who throws his head back and pleas, “come on, love. don’ tease me.” but you return the favor, despite feeling his thick, long, rock hard cock through his sweatpants.

hobie. who tries to grab your hips but you're quicker and hold his wrists over his head with one hand as you lift yourself up and pull off his sweatpants, watching his dick spring up and hearing him whine as the cool air hits it. “so eager, so needy~” you coo to him giving him a very serious look before moving your hand from his wrist to position yourself lower and suck him off.

OR on the less dominant side..

hobie. who promptly pulls you onto him, showing your neck and shoulders no mercy as he takes out his dick and rubs it against you getting slick and pre all over each other.

hobie. who finally put it in, but agonizingly slow, having to huff out his own fucks and moans of wanting to push all the way in instantly versus hearing your lovely pleases and whines.

hobie. who fucks you from underneath him, from the side, you ontop, him on top, from behind.

hobie. who fucks you so good, so hard, so senseless. that you need a nap before getting up again.