Im Word Vomiting My Headcanon List And Id Love To Hear What You Think!

im word vomiting my headcanon list and id love to hear what you think!

*hobie gifting things that he finds to his partner like a crow. i can imagine they'd just randomly turn up, either on a desk or like they'll just find it in their bag or pocket, or that he'd just walk of and just hand it to them with no word *hobie fell for his partner hard, though he kept it pretty well hidden from everyone except pav starts calling his 'loverboy', eventually the nickname catches on to the point his future partner starts using it as well(either b/c they like it and thay're oblivious or they know exactly whats going on and are teasing him about it) *loves playful banter *nicknames for daaaaaays with his partner *hobie getting serious with a partner would be him gifting them something important, first thoughts are either a guitar pick of his or one of his favorite rings (its the most worn one he has, a simple metal one that you can literally feel the love thats gone into it. somehow it fits his partners finger perfectly)



i may be back with more, until then i salute you!

i agree with ur hc’s so much!! this is how i hc & tend to write hobie so, 100%! pls don’t hesitate if u think of anymore hehe

i’d love to expand! ~

- giving you gifts, to him, is like the ideal expression of love.

- because basically all of them are stolen, it’s a combination of his favourite things; stealing from big corporations, and seeing the beaming, heart-warming smile on your face when you open your bag and see a tiny trinket wrapped in newspaper.

- everytime you would come home, you’d find a new little addition to the house somewhere – notably: necklaces, rings, tiny ceramic statues or wooden decorations, pens, music (cd’s, vinyls, etc.) – especially if he’s been to camden market that day, his pockets would be full for you.

- when he started to fall for you, he low-key thought he was coming down with the flu.

- whenever you were around, his heart would flutter, his head dizzy and palms sweating – he considered getting medicine, until pavitr pointed something out.

- “how are you, loverboy?”

- “eh? you talking to me, pav?”

- “of course, hobie! little loverboy”

- “did you hit your head, bro?”

- pavitr would explain that he’d noticed hobie’s eyes glued to you whenever you spoke, hanging onto every word like gospel, and the way he flustered when you touched him, how he’d do anything in his power to be in your personal space.

- “shit.”

- “no! this is a good thing, my friend! love is the most bea—”

- “shit.”

- days went past of hobie avoiding you, he’d never been in love before, and it was scary to him

- his brain was only thinking of you, and he hated that he liked it. he hated that he wished for every thought to be of you.

- and he hated that he could see your body deflate when he avoided you, hated that your eyes looked sad when he turned away

- he hated that he liked loving you

- until, you caught him on his own one day, he was minding his business, relaxing on his lonesome whilst the others hung out in different dimensions.

- “hey, loverboy”

- a deer in headlights wouldn’t even come close to the shock on his face

- “loverboy?”

- loverboy? you were calling him loverboy?

- “yeah, loverboy, that’s you, isn’t it?”

- in all fairness, you were completely oblivious to the reason behind it – pav had simply just started calling him it when hobie wasn’t around, and it stuck

- “i-i guess so”

- clearing his throat, he willed his confidence back to the surface

- “you can call me anything you want, sweetheart”

- it wasn’t long before you were together, a gentle, but spontaneous kiss after a particularly dangerous mission one day sealing the deal between you both

- he was obsessed with you

- now he could be obvious about his feelings, he took that and ran with it

- his arm was essentially glued to your side, or over your shoulders, or anywhere where he could pull you in close to him

- he’d grab you by the belt buckles, dragging you towards him and welcoming you with a soft peck on the lips

- even in public, almost especially in public

- always have his hands in your back pockets, he says he hates the cliché-ness of it but he likes that he can hold you close whilst respecting your personal space – and he can feel your ass, but he doesn’t admit that outloud

- THE NICKNAMES.

- THE. NICKNAMES.

- this man is born and bred british, and over here we use nicknames more than actual names

- darling, sweetheart, love, lovely, all of those AND more are natural to him, anyway

- but he adds a special little “my” before them all now, now that you actually are his, and so “my darling”, “my love”, etc. are like a second name to you

- in bed, the nicknames would be even better, but i’ll leave that to your imagination…

- when things started getting a little serious, you’d been dating for months, all your friends and colleagues knew about him, your family as well (if you decide to tell them)

- you’re relaxing in hobie’s dimension, laying on his bed with your head on his shoulder, reading a book whilst he strums at his guitar softly. he’s humming a song you don’t recognise, but the sound of his deep melody was enough to lull you.

- “hey, love?”

- you hum in response

- “i wanna give you something.”

- sitting you up, he’d lay his guitar down and face you, grabbing your hand and bringing it to him

- “what are you—”

- he’d fiddle with his own hands for a second, before twisting his favourite ring off his index finger

- “here.”

- “hobie, are you—”

- “i’m not proposing, don’t worry. weddings are just a social nuisance that give us one more way to control each other. no. this is better.”

- you tilt your head and watch him, as he slides his ring onto your middle finger

- “it’s just a promise.”

- “a promise?”

- “a promise that i love you, and that i’m yours, innit.”

- “oh, hobie.”

- you cry a tiny bit

- and he hugs you tightly, kissing your forehead

- that’s when he knew it was serious with you, not only because of how he was so obsessed with you, and his heart melted at your touch, but because when he saw you with the ring on, his ring, his person, it just felt right. he didn’t ever wanna see you without it, or without him.

- “hey, hobie, did you mean what you said about marriage? you don’t wanna marry me one day?”

- “hey, i said i hate weddings. nothing about marriage. not if we do it our own way, you know?”

i love him so much. also pls stick around, couple of one shots & fics will be out this week!!! sorry they’re taking ages hehe

"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.

You're not "behind" in life because they are no actual rules to when you have to have a ring, a job, a degree, a baby or a house. Those are made up. Not everyone has an easy, priviledged life. Some people are mentally ill, poor, disabled and achieving these things can feel impossible. Give yourself time. Set realistic goals for yourself and don't compare yourself to others. You're gonna be ok.

okay but sex w hobie + eye contact = heaven. like he definitely forces you to hold eye contact with him as he's absolutely pounding into you. he will hold onto your cheeks and make you look at him and probably tease you relentlessly too .

stopped cleaning my room for this but listen

eye contact is everything to hobie, just like in general. it always makes the sex 10 times better when your eyes are locked onto each others, both of you needing to really see the other to get off.

and basically in any position there's heavy eye contact. but especially when you're riding him, your hands on his chest, you bouncing on his dick like your life depended on it. if your eyes close for even a few seconds, if your head lolls away from his viewpoint, his hand is wrapped around your chin to turn you to face him.

"eyes on me," he tells you, but you're fucked out, and close, and switching between watching hobie's cock disappear and reappear at your cunt, to closing your eyes in ecstasy. he notices where your gaze is focused, and his voice quickly takes a teasing tone. "fuckin' mesmerizing, innit? 's like she's been made for me."

and you wanna stare for a little longer but then hobie has one of his hands squishing your cheeks together while the other holds onto your hips, giving him leverage to start to fuck up into you.

"but i said eyes on me. yeah?"

love will always find you. Both threat AND promise

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