Concept Art Boys Again

concept art boys again 🤭

SUMMER 2023

- UNLEARN THE SHAME

- DANCING IN THE DARK (1984)

- TANK TOP (NO BRA)

- JACK OFF

- SERVE CUNT

- FIND HOLY IN THE MUNDANE

- IGNORE THE DREAD

- BUSH, HAPPY TRAILS, BODY HAIR

- BISEXUALITY

- SHOW YOURSELF GRACE

- BE GENTLE AND KIND

- LET GO OF THE PAST

making out with hobie brown

warnings: just a tiny bit suggestive, reader's gender is not specified.

hobie brown (spider-punk) x reader

that's just his favorite activity to pass the time when you two are chilling.

after a show, after a shower, after a spider mission. any time you're within his reach, really.

you are cuddled up to hobie on his bed, listening to music and distractedly playing with the bracelets on his wrist. your eyes move from the various posters on the walls to hobie's closed eyes, his breathing calm and controlled.

the arm that was holding you tightens around your waist, feeling your gaze on him.

"do you enjoy admiring me, love?" hobie says with a tinge of humor in his voice and opens his eyes slowly, scanning your flustered face. you smile, nodding your head that was resting on his chest.

"give me a kiss to prove it then." hobie lets his teeth show in an amused smile, his plump lips pouting until you come closer.

your lips hovered over his, touching lightly without any real contact. you always did this until hobie got impatient and put his hand on the nape of your neck, the icy chill of the rings bringing goosebumps to your skin.

at first, it's always a tender kiss, enjoying the sensation of your lips on his. his lip piercing presses against your skin in a pleasurable way, the short nails marking you enough to make you reciprocate by holding hobie's arm.

one peck turns into several, his mouth leaving yours to kiss your cheeks and behind your ears in light smacks, the hand on your nape going to your neck in a natural transition.

his lips meet yours again, and the hand that was on your waist manhandles you until you are sitting on his lap. your hands take place on his chest to seek balance as his tongue seeks yours, a sigh leaving hobie's lips as you reciprocate, moving your mouth in a lazy rhythm.

the fingers on your neck apply pressure as the kiss quickens, you whine and press your body into his, hobie could feel you warm on top of him.

hobie moves to your thighs, feeling and squeezing where he can, wet noises mix with the background music and your head starts to spin with the sensations. you have to grab hobie's shirt under your fingers so you don't get lost.

you break the kiss for a few seconds to recover, hobie's eyes immediately meet yours in a reaction you already know, he wanted to know if everything was okay. you run your tongue over your lips to clean the trace of saliva that kept the two of you connected, smiling.

"didn't you say it was just one kiss?" a breathless giggle leaves your lips, he laughs with you and kisses your cheek, stroking your knee teasingly.

"what do you mean, baby? we're not doing anything, I haven't even kissed you yet." he joked, stealing another kiss from you, not resisting your flushed face and swollen lips.

"oh, really? you haven't even touched me, have you?" you played along. hobie moves his hand down from your neck and caresses your back, playing with the piercing in his lip with his teeth.

"of course not," he whispers, his smile fading only to reattach his lips to yours.

high sex with hobie plssss

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thank you for the req anon!

hobie x gn!reader smut

masterlist ミ☆

took me a minute to find my footing with this but quickly found inspiration from the song 'Slow Motion' by Duckwrth. I know it ain't punk but- who cares? Inspo is inspo like, do you want the smut or not?? /j /lh

1.1k words :: gn!reader :: estab relationship :: an’ ofc some drug use lol :: kinda proof read :: sub!hobie

!! minors/ageless blogs, I ask that you do not interact as I check my notes daily and will block you from my blog entirely if I see you, thank you.

smut below the cut, you have been warned ་ ༌ ༶

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You were laying on your bed with your partner, shoulder to shoulder passing a joint back and forth. The open window to your bedroom blew in cool August air that prickled goosebumps on your exposed skin.

With every drag you felt your anxieties ease, humming as you let yourself sink further into the mattress, eyes closing in contentment. You feel the bed creak a little as Hobie readjusts himself.

“I can feel you staring at me,” you muse. Eyes still shut, you hear Hobie clear his throat before taking another hit of the spliff, you twitch slightly at the soft crackle it makes.

“M’not,” he says, sitting up so he could blow the weed smoke into your face, making you both giggle.

You swat at him, loosely aiming for his chest, “prick.”

He doesn’t reply.

Opening your eyes you turn to look at him. Despite the low light of your room, you’re able to make out how he gazes down at you with a look that you came to recognise as pure adoration- and a glint of something else.

“been missing you so much lately m’love,” he mutters, causing your chest to fizz at the rasp in his voice.

You missed him too, summer meant that he was busy performing at gigs across London. His schedule was already so packed protecting the city as spiderman, so with the added onslaught of performances meant that he could only spare you the occasional text. He hadn’t felt the warm familiarity of your arms for a month.

“yeah?” you grin, cheekily.

Pushing away an ache in your chest from the weight of his stare, you nimbly remove the blunt from his fingers before sitting up and reaching over to stub it out on the ashtray that sat on your bedside table.

You move to sit closer to him, hand cupping his cheek you rub your thumb over his bottom lip softly, “I missed you too Hobie”

He exhales deeply, half-lidded and leaning into your touch. Your mouth curves into a smirk when you realise he’s staring at your lips. You can’t help but lick them instinctively.

“yeah? how much did you miss me sweet’art?” He murmurs, head evidently spinning.

You roll your eyes at how he still manages to be so smug whilst melting so easily in your grasp. You decide to humour your lover- just this once.

You lean in to kiss the corner of his mouth, grazing your lips across his jawline before you leave a chaste kiss at his neck, revelling at the low gasp Hobie makes at the contact.

“c’mere,” he groans.

He snakes his arms around your waist, a hand at the small of your back as he pulls you closer to him. You kneel with your legs on either side of him, gaining as much height as possible whilst you pepper soft kisses across his face.

Pulling back, you hold the back of Hobie’s head, looking down at him fondly, skin hot to the touch. His full lips are slightly agape, warm breath fanning your face as he looks up at you with a knowing smirk.

You bite your lip, grinning down at him. You wouldn’t give him what he wanted so easily.

“y’gonna make me ask for it aren’t you?” he chuckles lowly, his large hands moving down to grope the back of your thighs gently, “such a tease, love.”

“But you’re so pretty when you beg, Bee,” you hum. Rolling his eyes at the nickname, he quickly tries to steal a kiss but you move your head out of the way before he can.

Hobie’s bottom lip protrudes, pouting jokingly.

Tutting, you lean in and kiss behind his ear, properly sinking down to sit in his lap. You sigh at how his clothed hips buck up into yours impatiently, gripping your waist.

You grind your hips into him causing his breath to hitch, you feel him hardening beneath you. He slurs your name,

“Want you kiss me,” he breathes, “need yo-“ you cut him off, kissing him languidly. That was all you needed to hear.

Tilting your head to accommodate his nose, Hobie moans into your lips. His brows knitting together as you push him to lay back into the mattress, he savours the sweet sounds that escape you- desperate to coax more out of you.

A hand travels up to the nape of your neck, tensing as you pull away for air. The sight of you hovering over him with hooded eyes, licking away the trail of spit shared between your puffed lips almost making him whimper beneath you. To say he was hard would be an understatement.

“you’re so pretty,” you both say after a moment.

Laughing warmly, you put your face in the crook of his neck before slumping on top of him- unable to stable yourself. You feel him chuckle under you, holding your hips.

You then yelp when he flips the pair of you over before you catch your breath. His forearm rests at the side of your head as his free hand begins to hike up your shirt. You gasp, twitching at the feeling of his cold hands and the metal of his rings.

He leans close to your ear, “can I show you how much I’ve missed you my love?” he murmurs. It was your turn for your head to spin.

Speechless, you nod, letting him remove your top.

Kissing your neck he nips at your jugular causing you to moan softly.

“Hobie,” you sigh.

“Show me where y’want me to touch you, help ‘Bee’ make y’feel good, yeah?” he grins, teasing.

Placing your hand atop his, you guide him to your collarbone, slowly dragging his hands over your exposed chest. He handles you like you were made of porcelain. Biting your lip as his ring delicately snags at your taut nipple, you see him smirk when you stop at your lower abdomen.

“Here,” you breathe, feeling your heart skip when he nods, biting his lip and rubbing circles into your hipbone.

He leans in once more to kiss you deeply before trailing wet kisses down where you had shown him.

He drags his tongue greedily over your nipple, back arching as he pulls on it gently between his teeth before you slump back into the mattress with a huff as he continues his ministrations down your stomach.

He giggles at you.

You roll your eyes in return.

“Dick.”

“I’m getting to it,” he quips as he unbuttons your trousers hastily. You silently curse yourself at the way your crotch pulsated at his joke, helping him discard your jeans.

You glance down to see how Hobie’s dick strained against his own as he sat up to pull his shirt off, admiring the way the soft glow of the moon outlined every contour of his gorgeous form.

Hobie kisses his teeth and throws his shirt at your head.

“It’s rude to stare, bug,” he chuckles at the expression you shoot him when you throw the shirt to the side.

You were going to kill him.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Can you tell I like leaving shit open ended? My toxic trait- I have no remorse. Not my best work but like- I think I ate? A crumb, perhaps.

Thanks again to anon for requesting this! Thank you so much for your patience doll, hope it was worth the wait.

hobie brown x photographer!reader

this is almost entirely self indulgent, because i’m a huge camera nerd, sorry everyone!

warnings: gets verryyy suggestive towards the end, that’s all, sorry folks :P

just thinking about hobie in love with a reader who's obsessed with cameras & photography. maybe you studied it at school/college, or freelance, or maybe just a bit of a camera nerd. bedroom shelves housing all types of cameras, cheap or expensive, film or digital, any and every type.

maybe reader isn't too confident in front of the lens, and hobie is just so goddamn photogenic, even when he doesn't mean to be. "wait, hobie, can you do that again?" whilst bringing the camera to your eye, waiting for hobie to move back into the position he'd been in on the couch, "lookin' pretty, love?" and you hum in response, "mhmm", the camera clicks.

polaroids of him in the back of your phone case, prints of you in his. he'd caught you off guard once, laying on top of him in your bed, slipping in and out of slumber as his large, calloused hand rubs circles along your spine. looking down at you through his eyelashes, a stream of light from the closed curtains fell across your face. reaching to a discarded film camera on your bedside table, he placed a kiss onto your forehead and snapped a picture. after you got it developed, he stole it from you, taping it to the front and center of his guitar, so he can see it whenever he played.

walking through the streets of london, you stopped and stared at the window of a vintage camera store with pure adoration in your eyes. "hobie! hobie, look, it's my dream camera." he stuffed his hands in his pockets and joined you, "is it, darlin'?" and you nodded, hands pressed against the glass, "well, we better get it then, huh?"

he'd constantly come home with pockets full of fresh film or new lenses that he'd nicked during the day. even if he didn't understand or share the same passion, he'd be your number one supporter, bending over backwards to help in anyway he can. swinging you to the highest buildings and nicest views to get a good shot, playing up to the camera whilst you shot him performing one evening at a local pub. he was your muse, and you his.

just the thought of him slowly nuzzling you out of your shell in front of the camera, because you couldn’t deny the photos he took of you were artistically excellent, and you had an eye for it all. you’re straddling his lap, innocently, and he’s laying with his head on your pillow. one of his hands is on your thigh, the other holding a cheap film camera to his eye.

“just pose for me, beautiful,” he’s showing his teeth as he smiles, “hobie, no—” you try and push the camera away, but he insists, “please?” and there’s a second you consider it, before refusing once again. within a second, his hand has come up to your chin, taking it between his fingers and running his thumb over your lips to shut you up. you melt to his touch instantly, and when he’s caught your eyes fluttering and smile forming, he snaps a picture. “perfect.”

he comes along to all your exhibitions. bringing his band mates, or pav, gwen, and miles, to see your photography hung up. as much as he hates money, and spending it, he always buys at least 8 copies, just to see the explosive smile on your face when you see someone’s bought your work.

his chin would sit on your shoulder, watching you work away at your laptop as you edit photos. he doesn’t understand any of it, but he loves to see you work. he kisses down your neck, shoulders, rubbing shapes into your hips and thighs as you edit away, mumbling a complaint anytime he tries distracting you, “concentrate, love, you got this,” he mutters as he begins to kiss you particularly low, in a particularly sweet spot, hands slipping below the desk, “doing so well, pretty.”

head over heels for this man

i need hobie brown smut i can’t find any 😭🙏 hes a rockstar so i’m pretty sure those fingers are …. 😍😍

oh plsss they are tho…like have you seen how long they are??? not to mention the fact that since he plays guitar he has trained quick moving fingers… 18+ smut brief mention of overstimulation; fingering (all for “practice”)

he’d be sitting on a comfy chair or couch, legs spread (of course), and he’d be ushering you over by a slight backwards tilt to his head.

thinking all is innocent you walk over, bouncing onto the couch beside him. hobie immediately grabs your legs which had bent slightly together, as he straightens them over his lap, his large hands practically wrapping around both calfs (they are big enough, yes).

“how’d practice go?” you ask, shifting to get slightly more comfortable. “I could practically hear your guitar from a million rooms down—“

but your words drift off upon feeling his hands glide up your leg, coming to a stop by your bare thighs (you being in a skirt). you intake air as hobie yanks you closer to him by your thighs, slightly spreading them in the process.

you’re now practically draped over him having to push up slightly on your elbows as you stare at him from lower on the couch. “it was alrigh’…” his hand began to lead under your skirt all while keeping eye contact with your fluttering eyes. “if ya heard it that far away, then mission accomplished.”

your breathing hitches as hobie’s ringed fingers disappear under your skirt, away from your vision, as he slowly brushes over your covered pussy, making your hips jolt. “but apparently I need practice…” he hums, beginning to draw patterns over your clit as your chest begins to heave.

“my fingers need to be quicker to get a certain tempo…” now he’s moving your panties aside as he slides the tips of his fingers through your wetness. “thanks, babe…ya all prepared for me.”

and then he’s thrusting two long fingers into your cunt making your breathing hitch as your hips shift. “hobie…”

“mm…” he watches as his fingers go in and out your pretty hole. “ya can help me get better…righ’?” his thrusts are moving quicker now, as his other hand keeps your thighs spread apart.

“let me know if my speed is improving.”

you’re now a whimpering mess as your head knocks back, his thrusts now at an ungodly pace as his thumb moves to rub circles on your clit. “no no…I need to you to see. to let me know how i’m doing…” his free hand moved to pull your chin back. “watch.”

your pussy is clenching around his fingers, as the speed makes your entire body hum, his thumb somehow flicking your clit perfectly.

and as your orgasm crashes over you, hobie hums to himself, slowing the pace a fraction, but not pulling out. “see…i’m already getting better…you really are helping me improve…” his thrusts quicken up again, making you whine in overstimulation.

“shh…this technique is working…I can’t stop my practice now…”