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Cw: sex, smut, afab!switch!reader x Hobie Brown, vaginal penetration, pierced dick Hobie supremacy,riding, degradation, spanking, slapping, choking, hair pulling, teasing, porn without plot, almost immediate smut, I'm horrible writing Hobie's accent

Notes: inspired by a dream I had last night

It had been a really rough day, when you got to your shared flat, you simply collapsed on the couch like your muscles were jelly, didn't even have enough energy to reach for your pocket to look at your phone. After you regain enough energy, you go to bed and clumsily take off your clothes, leaving only a t-shirt and underwear, you rest comfortably, after a few minutes you slightly lift your head from the pillow to see Hobie getting out of the shower, rummaging through his clothes to find sweatpants to sleep on, when he bend over, you can see the curve of his lower back and the towel scarcely covering up his body. God, he was hot, you bite your lip and stare shamelessly.

"See sumthin' you like?" He asks with a cocky smile

"You know the answer"

"Maybe I don't need to put clothes on after all" he teases, but he's really asking if you're up to

"Unfortunately you do, I'm way too tired to, y'know" you roll into the other side of the bed to make room for Hobie

"I can always do all the work, y' can starfish if ya want"

And that's how you ended up like this, gripping for dear life into the sheets and muffling your sounds on the tear and drooled stained pillow, you don't know how long it's been, but you know this must be at least your fourth denied orgasm, for the entirety of you session has ignored all your desperate pleas of "c'mon", "please", "lemme cum", and like he has done before, he grabs your hips roughly and keeps you in place to impede you from grinding into his cock and getting the little stimulus left so you can climax.

"mnghh, teasing asshole" you murmur, your voice shaky and airy as the only thing keeping you awake is your frustration from all the ruined orgasms your loving boyfriend has decided to provide tonight. He hears this, and grabs a fistful of your hair to lift your head, "what'chu saying there, luv?" He whispers in your ear, the pain and the vibration of his deep voice makes you clench around him, he pulls out of you, leaving only the tip inside and making you whine at the feeling of emptiness, you want to reply to him, but he has fucked you stupid, you can't connect your brain with your mouth enough to form coherent words, and only let out an irritated sound. "Yeah, that's what I thought", he lets your head fall into the pillow, and slam his cock roughly into your guts, spanking your ass and making you moan loudly, you're so pent up you're sure you could cum from the pain alone, but he makes sure to keep you on edge, pressing himself deep inside and then putting pressure on your lower abdomen, you feel everything, every vein, every ridge, and most importantly,you feel his prince Albert piercing in your most sensitive spots, he bites your shoulder continuing his brutal pace, and like every time before, he stops when you're close. You continue uttering the orchestra of pathetic little whimpers at his mean antics, but you're determined to cum and not take a second more of this pleasurable torture. With energy you didn't know you had, you flip him over and steady yourself on top him while he's too shocked (and intrigued on what you'd do) to move. You set an irregular pace with your hips, between your desperate and uncoordinated movements you find the position that gives you the most stimulation, and start riding him furiously, tears blurring your vision, he moans too. "You gon' cum for me?" He's still so arrogant even though he's under you.

"Oh, shut the fuck up" you put your hands around his neck and lightly squeeze, you feel his cock twitch inside you, the knot in your stomach starts to untie and this time no one stops it, you feel your orgasm leave your body shaking and convulsing in bliss, Hobie grabs onto your thighs to keep himself from cumming too, leaving crescent moon red marks on the skin with his chipped black painted nails.

You take a moment to recover from the mind blowing orgasm, collapsing on Hobies chest, his piercen nipples grazing yours and making you shiver at the cool metal. "You want to sleep now, sweetheart?" Hobie asks you, massaging the supple skin of your ass and thighs. You look at him like he said the most inappropriate words someone has heard in twenty years, you sit, straddling him again. "I asked for one thing 'cause I was tired and you just acted like a fucking brat for god knows how long, you don't pull that shit and get no consequences. You said you'd help me out, so now you stay there and let me use this cock until I'm bored" you grab his jaw and slap him across the face, he excitedly nods and you can see the fucked up expression in his face, he's probably enjoying this more than you do.

Hobie brown. The one who either Overstims, or edges. It don't matter he'll never do a in between. His fingers so skilled inside your cunt and so fast too. He'll have you cumming in minutes if it was possible. Him scissoring and curling deep inside you touching your gummy walls and that g spot multiple times with his middle and ring finger. He won't stop until he feels like you had enough.

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doing it on miguels desk and getting caught - hobie brown x afab!reader

authors note: first piece for hobie and first time writing smut! i think it's a good start, and ive got no idea how to write hobie's accent so please correct anything you see wrong! same thing for miguel's one line of spanish :)

summary: you and hobie fuck on miguels desk to mess with him and get caught!

contains ⚠️: porn with slight plot, smut, afab anatomy, reader wears a bra and panties, unprotected piv and getting caught, ass slapping (1), suggestive ending, lemme know if i missed anything

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“You two, cut it out.” Miguel snaps, glaring at you and Hobie who is not so subtly sucking on the delicate skin of your neck. As Miguel continues to blab on about some anomaly on Earth something, Peter B., Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr look away awkwardly from the two of you. Hobie chuckles lowly before resuming, Miguel noticing almost immediately.

“Hobie, I-I cannot deal with the two of you right now. Stop.”

“Hey, I’m not even doing anything wrong! It’s all Hobie,” you say, trying to defend yourself. Hobie reluctantly stopped, slinging a lanky arm around your shoulder and leaning into you. Miguel ignored your take on the situation and dismissed everyone to suit up for the mission.

Everyone had left Miguel’s office, including Miguel, who went to go confirm something about the Go Home Machine with Margo. Hobie nudged your shoulder, ducking his head low to murmur in your ear,

“Wanna screw with this lemon?” His hands were now placed loosely on your waist, smoothing up and down. You giggle at his words.

“Hobes. What are you talking about?” you know exactly what he’s hinting at.

“Oh I think you know, love.” he smirks against the side of your neck, his hold on you tightening. “You and me. Going at it on ol’ Miguel’s desk.”. You gasp at how blunt he is.

“First, why would you say it like that? And second, he’ll be back soon…” you gape at him. Hobie snickers at that,

“That’s the point, sweets,”

“So what’d’ya say, hm?” he muses, pressing hot kisses to the gentle bruises he had left on your neck earlier. You can’t deny that the thought of you and Hobie fucking with the risk of getting caught was kinda hot. Smiling, you nod, letting him guide you over to Miguel’s desk, using his arm to swipe anything and everything in his way off as he sits you on top of it. You shimmy your suit and panties down, Hobie following, leaving him naked and you in your bra.

You grab at Hobie’s shoulders and he stands between your thighs, one hand on your waist and the other reaching for your cunt. He rubs a single finger up and down your core, collecting your wetness before sliding it in, pumping at a steady pace. You give a small whimper, clutching his shoulders even tighter.

“Jus’ gotta make sure ya’ ready,” he tells you before adding another finger. Moaning, you arch your back thighs squeezing around Hobie’s slim figure. You toss your head back as all thoughts go hazy with pleasure as Hobie continues to finger fuck you, repeatedlyhitting your g-spot. As you near your high, Hobie brings the hand that was on your waist close to your mouth, telling you to “spit,”, and through your daze, you do. You refocus when you hear the wet shlick of Hobie pumping his half-hard cock. Mouth watering at the sound, you move your hands from Hobie’s shoulders to the sides of his gorgeous face, pulling him to you. He instinctively tilts his head to the side as he kisses you - all tongue and teeth -, before abruptly pulling his long fingers out of you. You whine at the sudden stop, which turns into a yelp as he flips you over - breaking the kiss -, legs hanging off the edge of the desk made to accomodate Miguel’s stature. You lean onto your elbows, Hobie sliding into you and gradually pushing his full length in, groaning.

As he does so, his spindly hands now settle at your hips. He slowly rocks in and out, leaving you gasping and aching for more. You whine, trying to let Hobie know that you need more,

“Soo needy, hm, love?” he croons, his rocking turning into thrusts. Your back arches as Hobie uses his hands to slam your hips against his, a breathy moan leaving his luscious lips.

“F..Fuck, Hobie,” you groan, resting your forehead on the glass of the desk, “feels s’good..”. Hobie chuckles, thrusting deeper - hitting your cervix. A loud moan graces your lips, leaving Hobie smirking in satisfaction. You desperately need to reach your high now, with how good it all feels. That haziness returns, leaving you cockdrunk and needy. Arching your back further, Hobie places a heavy slap against your right ass cheek, sighing at the sight of his handprint swelling in colour. God he’s taking forever to come back… Hobie thinks to himself, not entirely bummed out by the thought. Head thrown back, he fastens his pace, yanking your hips to meet his halfway. Tears cloud your vision, mouth resembling an ‘o’.

Hobie reaches a hand to your clit, rubbing slow circles, making you moan. It’s all too much for you now,

“Hobie, Hobie I’m g-gonna come,” you tell him through gasping breaths. It only takes Hobie deepening his thrusts slightly to push you off the edge. Waves of ecstasy wrack through your body with a pornographic moan, shaking and thighs clenching.

“¡por Dios! What the shock is going on here?!" A voice yells, clearing your head of your post-orgasmic bliss. You had completely forgotten about Miguel, who is now storming out of his office once more, angrily shouting about “social conduct”, hands waving dramatically in the air.

“Well shit,” you laugh, Hobie releasing you from his hold. He smirks, and nuzzles his forehead against yours,

“Love ya’, swee’eart.”

“Love you too, Hobes,” you smile sweetly, hopping off the desk and tugging your suit back on.

“I dunno ‘bout you, but I’m g’nna miss out on this mission,” Hobie declared, shamelessly expressing through his tone how pleased he was by Miguel walking in on you two. He hadn’t bothered to put his suit on properly, leaving the torso and arms of it hanging around his waist, vest around his shoulders, not on properly as well. Giggling, you agree with him, clinging onto his arm as he opens an orange hexagonal portal.

"Good, 'cus we still gotta take care of this," he grins lazily, looking down at his still hard cock. You swat at his arm before laughing and walking through the portal.

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i was never an exhibitionist but that all changed when i read this post like

Exhibitionist!Hobie x Fem!Reader - nsfw, 0.5k

Hobie always thought you were out of this world gorgeous, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. He practically kisses the ground you walked on. Going out of his way to steal you clothing items he spots while he’s out on a walk that he just knows would make you look so gorgeous.

He’s your personal photographer, holding up his phone to his face will you’re sitting down on the couch, his thumb slightly pulling on your lower lip while he cups your chin, “Say cheese angel.”

He especially thought you were pretty whenever you had his cock pumping in and out of you. Missionary, doggy, cowgirl, whatever the fuck position it is Hobie can’t help but drool over the way your lips part so sweetly, his name falling off your lips like a prayer. You always looked so pretty whenever he fucked you. In fact, he thought you were so pretty that he knew he couldn’t just keep it to himself.

He was never an exhibitionist but that all changed when he met you.

Hobie invited his friends over for the day for the usual smoke session. They pass around the blunt with you sitting prettily on your boyfriend’s lap. Once the blunt comes back to Hobie he takes a deep puff while he taps your cheek lightly, grabbing your face in between his fingers while he turns your head around, connecting your lips and pushing the smoke into to your mouth.

After a while when everyone’s having their own conversations, Hobie leans in and presses his lips against your ear, “You’re so pretty angel, makes me wanna do bad things to ya.”

You grin and move to get up but his grip on your hips tighten.

“Nah baby,” He tuts softly, sliding his hand in between your legs, “Let’s do it here.”

Before you even know it Hobie’s pushing your panties aside underneath your skirt, plunging two fingers into your pussy. It all goes by so fast that you’re unable to stop yourself from moaning. The room falls silent and you cover your face in embarrassment while Hobie continues to work on your cunt.

“Hobie..” You whine out softly, turning your head to hide your face in your neck. He still doesn’t stop.

“What’s wrong babe? My mates are just enjoyin’ the show right?”

Now, Hobie has you bent over the coffee table, front and center while you fall apart on his cock. He’s stripped you naked, pulling your head up by your hair because, “Why would you hide your pretty face angel?” “Show them how well ‘m fucking you baby.”

He’s relishing in the way his friends are watching the two of you. Watching how pretty you look begging him to fuck you more. Watching how you tense up and shake, cumming all over his cock, sounding like a broken record.

“Yeah just like that baby,” Hobie groans, grinding his cock into you.

Hobie was never an exhibitionist but that all changed when he met you.

cozy glow fluff

(hobie x pink!reader) — fem prns..?

hobie, the rule breaking, cop hating, spider-punk. he goes around spraypainting walls, or beating some evil villain. that or he’s being told off by miguel for his “disrespectful” behavior. AKA he was telling the truth and miguel doesn’t seem to appreciate honesty as much as hobart does.

maybe people expect him to have a girlfriend just as punk as him. maybe they don’t expect a girlfriend at all.

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last night had been a long one. he had just gotten home from a mission with gwendy. he had some scrapes and bruises so he was forced to go to the medical center. he hated being told to do things, especially go to the medical center. it was so sterile, so void of life. and could definitely use a new paint job.

he had missed band practice which means having his phone blown up about their upcoming gig and how it was the 4th time that month he’d “skipped” practicing.

as he swung through the city all he could think of was you. all he could think of was the way you smelt like sugar cookies and rainy days. he dodged building after building, soon his eyes focusing on the apartment ahead. only one room illuminated.

only one room with that familiar cozy glow that he came to appreciate oh so much. as he approached the edifice, his eyes trained on the dusty bricks, and the chipping paint of the window sill that he had glued himself against, climbing the side of the structure.

he pryed open the window, a loud creaking noise ensuing. he winced slightly, hoping that if you were sleeping, you hadn’t woken up. he crawled into the kitchen, inhaling at your aroma that snuck its way throughout the flat.

he scanned the space, he saw the muffins you had left on the stove top. he grabbed one as he snuck towards your bedroom. noting the usual decorations as well as some new ones. pictures of him, in a pink frame of course. he ran his fingers over it, reminiscing on the memory, one from a week prior. you had convinced hobie to go to a fair.

the both of you had a wonderful time then, even if he was reluctant to admit it. you accepted this and was proud that he stepped out of his comfort zone while also managing not to steal.

curse you and your sickeningly sweet smile that makes him forget how horrible the system is. don’t worry, he made some ruckus the next day to make up for the loss. as his eyes grew heavy he reached for the handle of your door.

the door opened with a loud moan of the hinges. the list on your fridge of things to fix in your house obviously not helping. glancing at the clock, he read the time. 2 am. he mentally cursed himself for coming to see you that late, but really who could blame him.

most see hobie as a ruffian who only causes uproar and disharmony. but you saw him as much more. he was able to be himself with you. he allowed himself to let you in, to see all his insecurities that weren’t open to the rest of the world.

he glanced back at you, snuggled up in a pink blanket and your hello kitty pajamas. both of which he bought (stole) for you (but he wouldn’t tell you that he actually stole it). the light still shining dimly, he chuckled, knowing you had probably stayed up waiting for him.

he soon discarded the majority of his clothes and climbed into bed next to you. your figure tossing and turning, your breath changing before restoring back to a soft snore. you found it embarrassing that you snore, he found it adorable and made sure to reassure you of that. and also to remind you that insecurity is another way the government divides us so we can’t band together and overthrow it.

reaching over he turned off the light. his black shirt contrasting with the rosy color of your linens. he wraps his arms around you, which you quickly oblige. snuggling closer into his chest.

“love ‘ya doe.” he had begun calling you doe when you first met, it was to point out your innocence which soon became something he treasured most about you. although he did appreciate your tenacity when protesting. you could definitely overthrow one hell of a government all on your own when you were angry.

“mm love you too,” you said sleepily, only mildly drooling on hobie. you fell back asleep as quick as you woke up. he smiled and rested his chin on top your head.

closing his eyes and falling asleep.

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okay first fic what do we think? do you want more hobie? or maybe something with miguel??? i have a whole list of ideas but i’d love some more!! pls pls request something you want to see and i’ll add it to the list.

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— Hobie brown, aka, the man who would never let someone as much as lay a finger on you live unharmed. Hobie brown, the man who seemed to constantly fought for freedom to all, the man who was too confident for the government itself. Hobie brown, the man whoet you stay over all the time and allowed you to borrow all his clothes when you didn't have any.

— Hobbie brown, aka the same man who's confidence falters as you put him in his place. Hobbie brown, the good boy who follows all your orders. Hobie brown who whimpers and begs for you to inch closer. Hobie brown who let's you take control of his body, allowing you to do as you wish.

hobie brown x gn!reader, suggestive

hobie brown definitely likes teasing you in front of the others at spider society hq, especially in front of miguel. i’m talking like standing side-by-side while miguel is debriefing your next mission, and slowly you feel his hand move from his vest pocket to your back pocket. from your back pocket, to your lower back. he grips your waist, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “man, he just drones on, ay?”

points if you are related to/have a relationship with miguel in some way.

I need Hobie. Character ai is not enough anymore, I NEED HIM

I'm blushing so much rn from reading Hobie Brown (😍) smut 🤭

I'm eating a good ass sucker rn (kinda wish it was Hobie's cock) ☺

hobie blurb bc we all know those fingers are good at more than just playing guitar

hobie brown loves the fact that his fingers can make music in two ways. he can play his guitar and strum intricate cords that took him years to learn. and he can play your music. touching you in just the right way to get those pretty moans out your mouth and carefully using his fingers to hit all of those good spots inside of you.

unlike music, hobie doesn’t wanna share these noises with the world. these are only patterns that he’ll understand, only he can make you feel this good. of course he’d show you off. but only he gets to know the symphonies you chant in the bedroom. a crying moaning mess because his long fingers are filling you up so good while you beg him to slow down. he eggs you on, doing things that he knows will make you louder. hobie would get down on his knees and eat you out, of course for his and your pleasure, but also to hear those songs spilling from your mouth. it’s a beautifully romantic melody.