DATING HOBIE BROWN HEADCANONS

DATING HOBIE BROWN HEADCANONS

WARNINGS: ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE SPOILERS.

PAIRINGS: HOBIE X GN! READER

— Hobie brown is that type of lad to randomly carry you while walking then jump around with you, he does it all the time, on stage, backstage, at your house, at the park, in the parking lot. Anywhere.

— He would constantly buy you gifts since he's busy being a rockstar and spiderman. He's constantly on the road, sometimes with you, but unlike him, you aren't spiderman. You still help cover for him and call the police to catch the recent bad guy he had stopped but it doesn't help him but feel as if he takes you for granted.

— He's always swinging you from place to place, whenever he needs to clear his mind, he takes a midnight swing and always invites you. Sometimes while swinging, he throws you up in the air to hear you scream then teases you about it.

— Everytime there's a minor inconvenience, he just walks away, just like in the movie. If you argue, he just says your right, even if he doesn't think that, then goes away till you cool off.

— My dude LOVES affection. He constantly hugs or kisses you, maybe does other things too, but mosty hugs and kisses. He constantly hugs you from behind and kisses your cheek.

— During his Canon event, he had barley taken care of himself and you had to remind him to eat, drink and sleep so he could function. He never forgot about that and he never will, during those moments he was at his worst and you picked up his pieces and placed him back into the hilarious, outgoing and confident spider he is.

— Whenever you get scared by a spider, instead of being a decent human being and removing the spider from the area, setting it free, he's a little shit who will grab the spider, I'm not joking, GRAB. The spider then proceed to chase you around with it.

— If you'd sleep in, he would start playing some metal shit on his guitar to wake you up, and not just any metal, HEAVY METAL. You've woken up multiple times just by him playing his guitar to wake you up since you are 'a heavy sleeper.'

— He doesn't get jealous that often since he has complete faith in you, your relationship is built on trust and love, nothing will ever change that.

— He will do anything for you. Want chocolates at 3 AM? He'll buy you chocolates at 3 AM. You want to watch a movie, he'll swing you to the movies and you'll watch together. You want him to threaten someone? Just send him the address.

— His love language is quality time and music. Bro loves it and if you make him a playlist he is down bad on his knees.

"every time I'd flow through the world I'd see, that the world, it flows through me"

"please doll"

Hobie Brown x fem!Reader

summary: you take Hobie to heaven

warning: sexual content, oral (male receiving), titjob

Hobie's muscles tensed and a groan, strangled by his own hand, escaped his mouth as you ran your tongue along his cock. The other he clamped down on your sheets, tugging lightly. He felt incredibly good, yet you played with him like a toy, interrupting him every time he was about to get high.

"D-doll please.." His back arched as you shoved it all into your mouth. The tip of his cock kissed your throat, causing you to gag slightly, which was nothing compared to seeing Hobie like this. The great, fearless Spider-Punk spitting on the government and the rules lay before you in a total mess, begging you to let him come. "G-getting too s-sensitive" he bit his lip ring, glancing at you. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he watched you play with his cock, sucking and licking it. You were so damn good at it.. He fucking loved it when you played with him giving him so many emotions. However, now, despite the great desire to continue playing, he preferred to come in your beautiful face.

"Oh really?" a trickle of saliva ran down his shaft as you pumped him. His flushed face and trembling legs were like a drug for you to take everyday. You really loved him more than anything, so you finally decided to give him what he wanted so much.

You let his cock slosh against his pelvis. You grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it off. Hobie's eyes immediately began scanning your boobs, giving everyone special attention. They were perfect, almost made for his hands.

"You like it?" you asked, knowing his answer all too well. You leaned over him again, kissing his spit-soaked and pre-cum head before shoving his cock between your tits, shoving the beginning of it into your mouth.

"H-holy shit!" he groaned, throwing his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. Both of his hands moved to your head, burying his fingers in your hair. The warmth of your tits around his cock combined with the wetness of your lips. Fuck, he felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest and the neighbors started knocking on the door because of all the pornographic noises he was making. “F-fuckfuckfuck.. Y-yes, thats i-it.. K-keep g-going doll” Your clit was crying under his moans and your nipples hardened. His hips swayed messily with your movements. He chased his own high and the letters of your name tumbled in his mouth until he pressed your head into his pelvis. Streaks of warm cum gushed in your mouth, mixing with the saliva that dripped onto your tits. Hobie was breathing heavily and his orgasm seemed endless. "Fucking God.. yes," he moaned loudly, completely exhausted.

A laugh left your lips. You hovered over him and connected your lips in a gentle kiss, giving him a chance to taste himself.

"I love you." He sighed as you pulled away from his lips.

"Get dressed, Aunt May will be back soon and I don't want her to have a heart attack seeing you like this." completely ignoring what he'd said before, you grabbed your shirt and headed to the bathroom to straighten yourself out.

"Yeah.. I'll take it for 'I love you too' " he snorted with a smile as he got up in search of his boxers.

Early Mornings

A look into what life is like in the early mornings with your bf ☀️

Ft: Hobie, written with blackfem!reader in mind (though no specific pronouns are used)

Fluff, SFW, 1k words (y’all said y’all wanted more Hobie? Bettt)

You couldn’t help but wince somewhat when you blearily blinked open your eyes and felt the early morning sun hit them.

You let out a small groan as you tucked your head back into your pillow, hoping to regain some semblance of exhaustion that would help you return to the land of the asleep. When you were met with none, you reached out and grabbed your phone, the mattress below you creaking somewhat at the movement.

8:15 AM. For a Tuesday it could’ve been worse. You set your device back on the nightstand and sat up, rubbing gently at your eyes. You swung your legs over the side of the bed, deciding you might as well try to get the day started with.

You spared a glance at the sleeping figure next to you and, sure enough, he was still dead asleep. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched the slow rise and fall of his chest. Hobie was practically dead to the world in the mornings, having made his dislike of any time ending with AM clear multiple times.

You weren’t better off in that case either, but you both needed to eat and, seeing as your lovely boyfriend wasn’t about to be of any help, you made the executive decision to rise and make your way to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

One shower and brushing of your teeth later saw you dragging your feet into the kitchen. Sunlight bled through the blinds you had yet to open and cast the room in a heavenly golden hue. You hooked your phone up to the speakers in the living room, putting on some easy R&B before you started rummaging through the pantries.

The music floated throughout the apartment as the smell of pancakes and bacon wafted throughout the kitchen. Even in your still tired state you barely made out the sound of water running down the hall. You glanced at the clock on the stove and let out an impressed hum—Hobie had managed to drag himself out of bed before 9 AM. Now the real question was would he be able to stay out of bed?

Your answer came soon enough, in the form of a pair of long arms wrapping lazily around your waist. Your lips tugged upwards as Hobie held you close, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Hey,” he mumbled, nuzzling into your neck before moving his head to sit atop yours.

“Hey,” you replied softly, relishing in the warmth of his embrace, the familiar scent of the body wash he adored encasing you in a way that made you let out a loving sigh.

“Fuckin’ watch was buzzing. Ain’t even ten yet,” Hobie noted, one of his hands rubbing a soft pattern on your waist. You nodded, turning off one of the eyes and removing the bacon away from the heat.

“Let it buzz. Miguel will find someone else to bother,” you said simply, flipping the last batch of pancakes. Above you, Hobie let out a content hum, tugging you even closer to him.

“You’re right. ‘Sides, it’d be rude to skip out on a breakfast this good,” he added, one of his hands coming up to cup your jaw gently. He turned your head so you were facing him, and tipped his head downwards to press a kiss to your lips. You relaxed even further into his hold while his other hand gave your hip a loving squeeze. He pulled away far too soon, eyes lidded with sleep and love as he gazed at you. “Thanks for cooking, by the way.”

“Of course,” was your soft reply as Hobie pulled away, moving to grab you both some plates. You turned the stove off and stacked the pancakes and some of the bacon on a plate he handed you. Next you made his, and Hobie murmured a quiet ‘thanks.’

You both decided to enjoy breakfast on the couch, basking in each other’s presence as you talked about every nonsensical thing that came to mind. You loved mornings like this—the mornings where life was confined to the walls of your apartment. Confined to the brush of Hobie’s hand against your thigh as he tapped out a random rhythm, to the weight of his shoulder against yours as you leaned into each other, or the melodious laughter that spilled from the both of you when he (unsuccessfully) tried to nick a piece of bacon from your plate.

Once the two of you were done, Hobie took your plates to the sink as you stood from the couch, stretching your arms upwards. Considering neither of you had planned to be up so early, you let yourself be guided back to bed by Hobie’s gentle grip.

He let out a small huff as he planted himself on top of the mattress, a hand coming up to rub at his eyes while you laid down beside him. His dark sweats hung low around his waist while his already cropped tank (which was probably yours considering how small it looked on him) rose up further around his abdomen. He rested an arm behind his head and you took a brief moment to admire him before scooting closer and bringing your head down onto his chest. Hobie instinctively wrapped his free arm around you, his fingers dragging up and down your shoulder in a soothing motion.

All was quiet between you two other than your playlist and the soft exhales of each breath. That was until the watch on Hobie’s side of the bed buzzed unceremoniously.

You couldn’t help but giggle softly as Hobie muttered a curse under his breath. He made no move to get up, though. Rather, he simply pulled you closer to him. You toyed with a fray at the end of his shirt, rolling your eyes when your own watch buzzed soon after.

“Oughta throw those damn things out the window,” he grumbled. As much as you liked that idea, you liked being able to see your friends and him whenever you pleased even more so you shook your head.

“Leave it. Miguel and them will be just fine.”

Hobie mumbled his agreement and grew quiet. Barely a minute later he had drifted off back to sleep, his hand coming to a stop on your arm. You smiled to yourself, letting your arm wrap around his waist as you snuggled closer to him.

You let your eyes fall shut, the warmth of the morning sun and the man beside you lulling you to sleep.

it’s so insane to me that kenjaku spent MILLENNIA trying take over a body with the ability to handle a six eyes user, but when he finally secured the bag, he was out and about taking the silliest, most unnecessary risks possible. like HELLO??? WHAT are you doing in a restaurant in the middle of tokyo wearing the skin of a DEAD MAN who could be identified by literally anyone in the jujutsu world??? just IMAGINE this absolute idiot being days away from executing a carefully crafted, two thousand year old plan, only for gojo to casually make eye contact with him at a fucking 7-eleven

I have had it with this likescolding. “Tumblr doesn’t have an algorithm so likes don’t actually do anything” motherfucker I am not clicking that heart to give some post better ~algorithmic visibility~ I am clicking that heart to help my internet friend microdose on serotonin as god fucking intended