Yo Stalkeando Esta Cuenta Lolllll

yo stalkeando esta cuenta lolllll 👀👀

To have hobie with painted nails gripping the back of my head while giving him head😫 I’m like 90% sure I’m gonna get fired from my job because it’s all I can think of 😭

pls do not encourage me PLEAJSJE… i’m imagining some chipped red polish i cannot do this pls help me i’m gonna pull the trigger

the comments are the perfect touch blue 😭 ahhh you are so creative. this is so perfect

The Love Lab presents:

Boyfriend is to Husband

pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!Reader

summary: How would Miguel react if you did the “calling my bf my husband” trend? 🤔

content warning: It gets a little suggestive, but other than that, it’s fluff fluff fluff. There are short mentions of food, but nothing too crazy. The Miguel in here is also not Spiderman. Just a little guy.

credit for art and dividers: Me! and @kimjiho1 (plus another person for the gif divider, if this is yours, lmk!)

a/n: This will be apart of a series called The Trendy Couple! This is the first installment ☝🏾😌. I’m not sure how long the series will be, but right now it’s just based off of cute couple's trends. My fyp has suffered trying to do research for this…

word count: 2.2k

I use the word "buggy" in here. Buggy = shopping cart or trolley. I'm southern so buggy just rolls off the tongue. ❤︎ Plus, it sounds cute!

You and Miguel have been out since 8 am running errands and grabbing supplies to fill up the new apartment. 

After a year of your dresser being full of his sweatpants and hoodies and his furniture hosting several of your blankets, his fridge being stocked of your favorite fruits and your shower caddy holding his body care, you both decided it was best to live together. 

Towel sets, bed sheets, comforters, silverware, curtains. This was only the tip of what you and Miguel had managed to stuff inside the car.

After hitting five shops just that morning, you opted to stay in the car while Miguel went and handled a pickup order from the hardware store. It was getting closer to lunchtime and you didn’t want to become irritable because of the long lines. 

To pass the time, you decided to scroll on TikTok, watching video after video, reacting to each accordingly. 

First, it was chatty kitties begging for food. Then, it was edits of hot wrestlers. Next, it was ramen recipes to cook at 2am. There were even a couple of NPC lives even though the trend was nearly dying at this point. 

Finally, you scrolled to a video hosting a girl and her boyfriend huddled together in a car over the console.

She’s leaned up against him, her smile beaming, “Today I’m going to be guessing my husband’s favorite things!”

“I’m not your husband,” are the words that shoot from her boyfriend’s mouth, fast as lightning. Cold. Unkind. Callous. 

You watch as the girl’s smile drops and the video cuts, her laughing out of shock beforehand, evidence of her trying to stamp out her embarrassment. 

You watch more as his grin widens and she gives him this awkward glance. 

“Not yet,” he adds, seeing how quiet she was. 

The video ends with her jumping at him playfully, trying to play the situation of. 

“Jesus,” you sigh, mouth turned sideways as you pause the video and open up the comments. Thousands of people were telling her to dump him, others questioning why he would say what he said in the way that he did. 

Your heart went out to the girl who clearly wanted to do a harmless joke that completely backfired. 

You liked a comment about this being a possible red flag. Although he could have responded that way because he wasn’t ready for marriage, his response was so quick and distant that it was like he was disgusted at the possibility of being with her that long. 

After working yourself up by scrolling through the comments, you decide to go even further by pressing the “calling my boyfriend ‘husband’” search at the top. 

There were so many stitches to the original video with people giving their own thoughts about the situation. Some people were proclaimed dating coaches, others psychologists, and a few influencers. 

You even see a follow up video from the original couple with the guy giving a shitty excuse as to why he was so quick in his response. 

“Yeah right,” you mumble, watching the girl snicker at her boyfriend’s pouts. You agree with the comments that his response makes the original video even worse. 

Still scrolling down, you find another video featuring a new couple. 

They’re at a table eating donut holes out of a hat, and when the girl calls her boyfriend “husband”, the guy’s entire body lights up. He’s grinning, cheeks rosy, and can’t stop staring back at his girlfriend. 

From there, you were able to see countless other couples with cute videos, all of the guys radiating at the word “husband.”

Biting your lip, you wondered how Miguel would react if you called him your husband. 

You loved him with all of your heart and you were sure that he loved you. You guys are literally moving into an apartment together. But the thought of him being unsettled by you calling him your husband weighed on you. 

Just as you were deep in your thoughts, you heard a knock near the trunk of the car startling you. Looking up in the rearview mirror, you see Miguel standing with a few bags and wood planks in his hands. You reach over and press a button to pop open the trunk. 

“Got everything?” you ask, turning to watch as he drops items in the back. 

“Yeah, I think so. Although there was almost a brawl over some potted plants,” he said. “Some older lady just came up to this guy and snatched his monsteras.” 

“What?” you respond, watching as he closed the trunk and walked around to the driver's seat. “Out of his hands or the buggy?”

Miguel laughed, both recalling the scene and finding your terms adorable. “She just came up and snatched it out of the cart while he was waiting at the end of the line. She swore that she saw it first.”

You listened to him retell the story, hand under your chin as you leaned closer. He was cute, lilt in his voice to make an impression of the plant thief. Thinking to yourself that you liked this little moment of playfulness, you take your phone out to record. 

Placing your phone in a case attached to the dashboard, you smile at the camera while Miguel’s still going. 

“‘You youngins think the world owes you everything, and that’s just not the case!’ And the poor guy is standing there going ‘ma’am, I just want my plant back.’ He looked so distressed.”

“I would be too! A random lady just shopped from my buggy. It’s like, why are you this close to me to see what I’m trying to buy?”

Miguel turns the car on and buckles up. “It started to escalate when the lady’s friend came over. Then there were two shrill voices fussing at this guy.”

He started to back the car out of the parking spot, hand behind your seat and head turned towards the back window. 

You slowly glanced at his arm, eyes tracing a vein up his shirt. 

Too bad you were in a car right now or else you’d let his arm wrap around you elsewhere. 

You tune back into his words, silently scolding yourself for letting something so simple get you to fold. 

“Luckily, I was able to calm them both down. All it took was me showing them some dasheen leaves,” he said, driving the car closer to the exit of the parking lot. 

You came to a conclusion. There was no better time than the present. 

“Aw, look at my husband. Saving the day with his genius,” you say, hand reaching out to pat his chest. 

Then you feel your body jerk to the right. The seat belt tightens as the car jerkingly swerves in between two parking spaces. 

You stare in a panic at Miguel who puts the car in park and turns his entire body towards you. 

“What did you just call me?” he asks, eyes searching yours, a little startled but mostly hopeful. 

You decide to keep the charades going, “I was just praising my husband for stopping the creation of another Karen video. Why did you turn the car like that?” You’re still looking at him as if he has two heads. 

“You just-!” Miguel takes your hands into his and places his forehead on his fists. “Baby, you know what you just said.” 

You laugh, a little giddy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Miguel leans back against his seat and closes his eyes, reaching down to take his seatbelt off. His eyebrows scrunch up as he brings your hand to his chest, “Feel my heartbeat.”

Your mouth drops as you feel his heart rattling against his chest. He really wasn’t being dramatic. 

“Baby look at me,” you grab his hands and hold them tight. “You did a good job today.”

His breath stopped, as he looked at you. His face was tinted from the whole fiasco. 

“Husband.”

Miguel’s entire body slumped as he grinned wide. He nearly jumped over the console to sag his body onto yours. 

His shoulders were shaking and you heard his laugh muffled by your shoulder. You wrap your arms around him and make a face at the camera. 

“What’s up, Mig?” you say, trying to get him to talk. 

He mumbled into your clothes, shoulders still shaking. 

“I can’t hear you, you gotta sit up.”

He sits up and sniffles, turning his head toward the backseat. 

Looking at his profile you can see a few streaks down his face. 

“Are you crying?” you ask, turning his face towards yours. 

Miguel swipes his wrist across his cheeks, “Stop, this is extremely embarrassing.”

“No, it’s not! I promise it’s not,” you say, rubbing your thumb across his ear. “Talk to me.”

He chuckled, eyes looking down, “It just feels really good to know that you think of me that way. We don’t have to ever cross that line, but one day, if you would like, we can make that title true.”

“Is this a pre-proposal?” you ask, heartbeat in your ears. You went out on a limb to follow a trend, not knowing how it would end. Now you’re staring at Miguel’s flushed face with his heart pouring out into your lap. 

“Maybe,” he whispered, grabbing your hands. “Possibly a promise for what could be.”

You bite your lip to hold back a grin, “Can I know what could be right now?”

“And expose my plans? Not a chance,” Miguel smirked. “Besides, a husband knows what’s best for his partner, right?”

“He does,” you quip, rubbing your hand in a circle on his chest. “He also apparently forgets that SUVs can flip very easily.”

“Lo siento, mi amor,” he says, looking sheepishly at the placement of the car. “Did I startle you?”

You just giggle at his concern and give him a quick peck on the mouth. “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting that big of a reaction.”

“How would you react if I casually called you forever mine? While driving!”

“Go 90 in a 70,” you joke. “Maybe pull over and do a little more than make out.” You rub your hand down his chest, and squeeze playfully at his pec. 

Miguel stared back at you, body instantly reacting to the shift in conversation. “We can actually do that right now.”

He leaned forward and brought your lips to his. You could taste the mint from the gum he had earlier, humming when he pushed further into your mouth. 

He started to reach for your hips, ready to pull you over onto his lap. 

Your stomach let out a loud grumble, making you jump. 

“Ok, let’s try this again after we get you some food,” Miguel says, plastering kisses on your face. 

The day moves on smoothly with Miguel not letting you out of his sight, hands itching to hold you in some way. 

He also never lets the husband thing go. 

As you’re ordering lunch, “One lemonade for my baby. And a water with lemon for me, the husband.”

As you stop in a clothing store at the mall for a small break, “These say boyfriend jeans. Do they have any husband jeans?”

As you’re trying to reach the top shelf to grab the last of your favorite detergent, “No, cariño. Let your husband get it for you.”

As you’re looking for throw pillows and towel sets for the apartment, “You think they have a couple’s set? I want something that says ‘Mr.’ on it.”

As you stop at a gift store, looking for something extra to give to the movers, “Look, this shirt says it’s made of ‘hubby material.’ Should I get it?”

This feeling is only amplified when you post his initial reaction online. The comments were full of people yearning to be in your predicament. 

“If my boyfriend doesn’t crash the car when I call him husband, THROW HIM AWAY. 😒”

“Does he have a brother….asking for a friend”

“I needed this after the “I’m not your husband” he in LOVE”

“If your bf doesn’t cry at the thought of you, what are you doing”

“He was blushing HARRRRD 😭😭😭”

“So when’s the wedding? 🤨”

“He was literally cheesing and crying omg”

“Get you a man that stops the car to declare his love”

“What if I did a five mile marathon on i-55”

“He’s so in love with you that it’s palpable”

“He was ready do a lot more than make out 😭”

Miguel saw most things, a little embarrassed but mostly happy that so many people found him to be genuine. 

You laid on his shoulder as he checked the comments, liking the funny ones as they passed by.

“Do you want to make a response video?” you say, liking a comment going ‘he’s a good man, Savannah.’

“No, I think this is enough,” he replies, handing the phone back to you. “Let me keep a little mystery. At least until I actually propose, of course.”

You looked at him with stars in your eyes.

“A mysterious husband. I kind of like the sound of that,” you say, wrapping your body around his side. “Maybe I can be nosy, find out his secrets.”

“I bet you would, cariño,” he voiced, nuzzling his chin on top of your head. “After, everything is planned and done.”

You laughed and snuggled closer, happy to be with him.

Once again, I hope you enjoyed reading! ❣️

Any likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated and welcomed.

I'm excited for the future of this series and I hope you guys are too. When I finish the series masterlist, I'll link it here. If you guys have any trends that you want me to include, then just let me know and I'll see what I can do!

- Lauro ♡

need this in my lifeeee

hobie just casually fingering you while smoking a blunt

i just threw up. his eyes are red and low and you’re laying on the couch with him at the end, legs thrown onto his lap while he’s rubbing against that spot with the pads of his fingers, the blunt in his other hand.

hobie “sells your sex tapes on the internet bc he believes in unconventional jobs only and lowkey gets hard from reading the comments” brown

me gusta mucho este post 🙏 it’s so adorable

💓Can we talk about hobie being our peace like hol on. Hobie is definitely the peace of mind that Lauryn Hill was talm bout.

💓Hobie is the one to randomly have a blunt when you stressed or notice your body language when ya tense.

💓His big hands massaging your neck and back letting out those deep hums in response when ya like "mhm yeah down to da left"

💓hobie watching your skincare routine or your unwinding routine when you get home. Have a certain pair of shorts you wear when you come back? It's out folded for you with him acting nonchalant about it.

💓hobie tying your hair up in ya bonnet when you ass is too tired to remember to tie ya hair up talm bout "mm mm lift ya head f'me doll"

💓feeling tired and you mad? You snap at hobie s fine. Hit this blunt and he'll respectfully put you face down ass up in the pillows of the bed while he rocks yo shit the right way. Deep strokes with his big hands massaging your back and hips. 🥹

*Plays "I love me some him" by Toni Braxton while smoking a fat blunt*

i saw this last night and have been thinking abt it since…him having the shorts ready ☹️☹️ THE BONNET 💔💔 i imagine him just standing there looking at you knowingly while you snap on him and he gives you space while he rolls the blunt. tells you come to the bedroom and hands you the blunt without saying anything. lets you get high n then is kissing you saying “know what you need, darlin, need me” and before you know it you’re face down ass up 💔💔

toxic!hobie x shy innocent reader 😔

where they’re in a sort of toxic relationship and she leaves but always ends up coming back to him :( he knows she’d never be able to leave him so after another one of their 10000 break ups, she shows up to his apartment with her eyes all poofy and Hobie just faking sympathy “what’s wrong doll? Back so fast?” And he Fucks her while telling her that only he can take care of her and protect her and that no one else will and he degrades them shit out of her 😮‍💨

:3

Toxic (pt.1)

Hobie Brown x fem!reader

Warning/s: smut, toxic behavior, degrading kink, humping, eating out, bj, p in v, kinda short??

(Unaccurate Hobie, bro would neva be this toxic, he's just like that for the ff rn x) (btw 'likkle' is done on purpose, heard its some british thing for 'little')

Part 1 (you're here!) // Part 2

You had cried all night, sobbing into your big plushie while muttering out words about how much you hate him. He was an asshole.

Hobie Brown, your 'boyfriend' couldn't change, no, never, and especially not for someone like you. He never gave you the attention you needed, pathetic, yeah, but you were his lover afterall and all you wanted was for him to hug you, place kisses all over your face, whisper to you how much he loves you. But no, he wasn't that serious about your relationship. Things were getting worse, you guys would argue more oftenly, well not you guys— only you. Most of the time he just ignored you, sitting on the couch with his legs propped up. "I'm going to fucking leave you, Hobie!" You had cried out, to which he just responded with a shrug. He always told you you're going to come back anyway.

And fuck him for being right. He was so damn addicting, no matter how bad he treated you, you needed him.

You had burst out crying and screaming at him once again, but this time it was different. You had accepted your fate in the fact that he would never love you in the way you wished he did. You let everything out, leaving his apartment with slamming the close shut.

So here you were, sobbing your heart out to a fucking toy.

Even an object brought you more comfort than Hobie ever did.

But as you did so, you just couldn't help the wet patch that was forming on your underwear. Your whimpers were muffled by the toy as you clenched your thighs. You needed him so badly. You didn't want to give in, you wanted to let him to rot, but fuck, he was like a drug and you were ashmed for not being able to leave him. You just wanted someone to love you.

The discomfort of the wet patch slowly took over and you took matters in your own hands as you tried to get a release by yourself. You bit your lip, taking your plushie and sitting on it. Slowly, you started grinding down on it, the material of your panties rubbing your clit ever so slightly. You whimpered, imagining it was Hobie's thigh you were grinding on. Imagining him praising you as he kissed your face. You tried to get yourself off, but it just wasn't Hobie.

You cried out in desperations. He had taken over you, no one could make you cum like he did, not even you yourself. You tried humping the plushie more, but you just couldn't bring yourself to cum. Sniffling, you gave up, throwing it across the room as you curled yourself into a ball, crying histerically. You needed him, but the last argument was like two days ago, you knew he'd tease the shit out of you if you would return now. The break between you two mostly lasted about two weeks, if you were feeling strong, but never longer than that. You cursed under your breath, your silk pijama hugging your body as you stood up.

You didn't think of anything else as you put on a large coat, your panties still pooled with arousal and your pijama hanging from your body.

And as idiotic as this was, you went to Hobie again.

---

You showed up to his doorstep, banging against the door. Hobie was always up late, not because he waited for you, just because he wanted to. He opened the door with a smirk.

He immediately saw your pissed off expression, your eyes swollen and puffy, your nose and cheeks red, your lips in the form of a frown. Every other human beings heart would break by such a sight, but you were fully convinced Hobie wasn't even human anymore.

"Whats wrong doll? Back so fast?"

You hiccuped, a few tears spilling along with some sobs.

"Wha'? Cat got your tongue?"

You scoffed, looking away from him. He leaned against the doorframe, amused by you. You were slightly shivering now, the silky pijamas letting the air in. He snickered "—but you were talkin' so good last time baby, calling me an asshole and a, quote unquote; 'self-loving slut'"

You blushed slightly, finally daring to speak up "I hate you"

"Then how come you show up at my doorstep everytime you're desperate for someone to fuck you?" He stopped leaning on the door frame, going backwards slightly to let you in.

You went up to him until the two of you were body to body. He closed the door behind you and suddenly you were embracing him, your face in his chest as you were sobbing.

He clicked his tongue, grinning as he took off your coat. And with no hesitation his hand slipped into your panties while you were just trying to hug him. You yelped as you felt him collecting your arousal. He was laughing by now "you tried to fuck yourself baby? Aww, but you know you can't get off by yourself" he cooed.

You whimpered at his words knowing he was right. "What did you do this time luv? Did ya use your fingers?"

There was no use in lying to him, you were tired, your whole body weight leaning against Hobie as you mumbled out a no. "Tell me what ya did, sweetheart"

Your tears pricked up again as you shamefully whispered out a few words "humped mh- plushie, d-didn't work"

He faked the pity he felt towards you. Gasping, he took you in his arms "my poor, poor baby, and you decided to show up to me to make it feel better down there?"

You nodded and he dragged you to the bed, wasting no time to take off all your clothes. You sniffled as you felt the cold breeze hit your naked body, but he quickly came to rescue, his skin on yours. He went down on you, licking a stripe off of your pussy. Hobie was an asshole, but he would never physically hurt you, especially not by sex and he knew that his girl always needed foreplay. His tongue darted into your hole, eating you out as you moaned out his name.

His thumb rubbed your clit along with his nose sometimes bumping against it. He made you reach your high quickly, your moans becoming more rushed as you were getting closer to your long awaited orgasm. And so, you came all over his face with a loud scream.

He quickly unzipped his pants, pulling them down only so much until his dick sprang out. He sat you up and stood in front of you on the bed and you, like the good girl he had trained you to be, already wrapped your hands around his cock, taking the tip of it in your mouth. "Fuck- trained you well, didn't I?" He hummed, rushing you to take all of his dick. You took the hint, taking him fully in your mouth, the lenght that didn't make it was covered by your hands. You bobbed your head around him, his pre-cum painting the inner of your mouth white.

"Look at me"

You obeyed, looking up. He moaned as he saw your fucked out face, he knew you had been crying the whole night, the whole day, and all that just because you left him. And with one last thrust of his hips into you, he pulled out, cumming all over your tits. You had no time to react as he turned you around and pulled your ass in the air. He didn't go slow on you, no, you were a big girl now.

He forced himself into your pussy, fucking you like you were a toy. You cried out, but his other hand gripped the back of your neck, pushing your face into his pillows as he thrusted into you. Your sounds were muffled, his other hand was on your hip, pulling you further up. "No one can fuck ya like this princess."

"You know you need me, so why always throw these tantrums baby?" You were on the verge of crying again, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot. "You're bein' a dramatic whore, always ruinin' my days with your outbursts" he grunted, making sure to push in as deep possible, making you loose your balance.

"You know I'm the only one, I'm the only one who can protect you like this, who can fuck you like this, who can love you like this." His thrusts became agressiver, skin slapping against skin as his fingers digged into you.

Your heart broke at his words and you sobbed into the pillow, crying and moaning as your orgasm neared you again. Your walls clenched around his cock, making him groan out loudly. His grip on your neck pulled you back, making your back hit his chest as he continued to fuck into you. "You can't leave me, you'll always come crawlin' back to me, just like the likkle slut ya are, beggin' me to fuck you, doll. To destroy you so no one else can take you" he snarled into your ear leaving you screaming and cumming all over his cock as he came deep into you. Your body was shaking and you flopped down into the bed, using your last energy to curl into a ball.

The last thing you felt was Hobie kissing your thighs and tucking you in, leaving you all alone. You whimpered, falling asleep, hoping that one day you'd be confident enough to leave him. To make him feel like he made you feel.

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