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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.
He’s Not Actually That Cool - Hobie Brown x Black!Reader
Based off of this post
Imagine Hobie, the undeniably coolest person in the Spider Society, is a virgin nerd with a big dick
Tags: Hobie is a pathetic virgin loser, 18+, a lil smut, Oral (m receiving)
"How are you even cooler under your mask?"
"I was this cool the whole time."
A scoff behind the both of them. It's you shaking your head in your mask.
Hobie smirks at you. "Something funny there, love?" You don't say anything, just pretending you don't hear him and looking away innocently.
Hobie was the reason you were a part of the Spider Society. He and Miguel had captured the anomaly in your own universe with your help, of course. You knew Hobie had immediately took a liking to you what with the way he stared at you through his mask when he first laid eyes on you, frozen in place, color palette pink.
You liked him the moment he ripped his mask off when it was all said and done. He looked real good with his wicks, his sharp facial structure, wide-set nose and even larger lips. You actually believed him when he said he was briefly a runway model, emphasis on the briefly.
He invited you to join them and pulled you into the portal before Miguel could even say anything. You two have been inseparable ever since.
As you met more people, they all told you of their opinion of the man who seemed to be your best friend. Everyone says the same thing, that he's effortlessly cool and it makes him a little obnoxious. It always made you tilt your head.
You've seen the anime action figures in his room ranging anywhere from Naruto to Tokyo Ghoul.
"Oi, don't touch my things. You're the only person I trust to let in here, don't ruin it."
He's talked your ear off about the intricate lore of FNAF (he HATES MatPat btw)
You've groaned at how many times you've heard the name 'Afton' leave his mouth.
"So the place shut down again after the victim lost their entire frontal lobe"
"And that's the bite of '83, right?"
"No, that's the bite of '87. Thought I told you about '83?"
He probably did but he talked about it so damn much that you forgot. "It's cool, I'll tell you. So the bite of '83..."
This man is a fucking nerd but the BIGGEST misconception everyone has is that he's probably great at sex.
He has a reputation of "running through" everyone who wants him at the society...and yet no one has actually done anything with him. Everyone whispers about it, but no one has ever come out and admitted to having sex with him.
He's without a doubt your closest friend, so you asked him about it while you were chilling at his, watching him strum his guitar.
"So I heard you been running through the Spider Society like a tomb raider."
He cackled, "Yeah, that's what they all believe, innit?"
"It's not true?"
He shook his head. "I haven't got bottle, luv. Don't know what the bloody hell I'm doing."
"Oh really?"
He stopped strumming to look up at you, his smirk falling upon seeing your sultry and mischievous face. He grew a bit nervous, but was more excited if anything.
"What's that look about?"
"Would you like someone to teach you?"
He dropped his pick from how badly he was shaking. Hobie gulped and slowly nodded his head. You walked over to him and slowly lifted his guitar off his body, then pushing him back into the couch and sitting on top of him.
That's how this current make-out session started with you doing most of the work, taking off yours and his clothes feverously.
Hobie just sat back and let you do whatever you wanted. He especially loved watching you strip down to your underwear, blood shooting to his dick as soon as he watched your breasts bounce out of your shirt. He watched you pull your panties off of you leaving you completely naked and him only in his boxers.
He shifted in the couch to relieve some tension. You giggled at his starstruck face.
"You good?" You asked him. He nodded. "Do you need me to pull it out for you?" He nodded again.
You laughed, but was quickly shut up by his long, curved shaft slapping back onto his stomach. His underwear did him no justice, nothing could have prepared you for this.
He shyly looked away and bit his lip, not wanting to admit that he liked the way you gazed at it. It fueled his ego, but he didn't know how to tell you without stuttering.
He was actually shaking pretty bad, and it worried you. "Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah...I just..." he gulped and looked back down, his dick jumping upon looking into your eyes. Just like his, yours were a deep brown. Your eyes were furrowed in concern, and your full lips were parted. His breathing got deeper.
"You really want to have sex? With me?"
You deadpanned him, then leaned your head down to his base. Hobie gasped when you stuck your tongue out and licked all the way to his tips. Your played with it for a couple seconds, leaving him a shuddering mess. His precum leaked from it and you licked it all up reveling in the salty taste.
"O-oh..." he moaned when you grasped it gently and began to pump. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, so glad that he didn't have to imagine it was your hand beating his dick. He humped into it a little, and he looked so sexy crunching his abs that you couldn't help but to enclose your mouth over him.
"Oh, fuck," he exclaimed. He threw his head back up and gazed upon your form. You were giving him the sloppiest top he had ever seen, (he only watched BJ and missionary porn and you were much better than those girls)
God, he couldn't wait to get you under him and hump into you like's he's thought about for so long. He's used his hand, his pillow, he even looked up how to make his own flesh light because he would never be able to hide a real one from you. It was gross but fuck, how else was he supposed to get his rocks off? If he didn't do any of those things, he would have no control around you.
"Fuck, babe. Please keep going~" Hobie was drooling - actually drooling - out the side of his mouth. He panted and clenched his hands. You had to reach out and move them to your hair.
The poor thing panicked, he had no idea what you wanted him to do. He gently pet your small afro, more concerned that he was close to cumming down your throat.
You stopped and popped him out of your mouth, laughing a little at how cute he was.
You didn't notice how stressed he looked, him sitting up a little more in the chair. "Ngh, wait, no-" he whispered.
His dick bounces with each spray of his cum with him letting out a string of moans and curses as it lands on his stomach and chest. "Ffff...uh...uck..."
"Oh, I'm so sorry," you say, watching his fucked-out face. His head bounces with each deep breath he took.
"Why...did you...stop?" he asked in between pants.
"Why did you pat my head?" you asked, standing up, begrudgingly putting your clothes back on despite the ache between your legs.
"What was I supposed to do?" Hobie stares at your ass lustfully, feeling the blood rush back into his dick from how it moved.
"You were supposed to grab my hair and choke me with your dick, baby."
He gulps not being able to take his eyes off of you. "Oh."
You turned after putting your panties back on and froze. His dick was standing straight up again, the head glistening with thick white liquid. He stared at you embarrassingly, hoping that you would just come back over and kiss it.
"You could have said something before I started putting my shit back on."
"Sorry," he said, not being able to contain his excitement when you walked back over to him. His smile went away when you instead hovered yourself over his lap. His cum was still on his stomach and his dick. "W-Wait-"
"Yeah?" You whispered sensually, grabbing him again and pulling your panties to the side to line him up with you.
"I'm still-, I still have-, Is this okay?"
"I'm on the pill."
He starts getting nervous again, but he doesn't know why.
"You scared?" She asks.
He looks at her and rests his hand on her hip. "I don't want to hurt you. Or make you uncomfortable."
You giggled again. "I promise you I'll be fine."
"But, I still got my cum on me, babe."
"I know." She leans over to his ear and licks it. He shivers. "Isn't that so nasty?"
Hobie moaned as you begin to sink yourself onto him. You moan too, Hobie splitting you like you never imagined.
"You really want to shag a virgin?" He finally asked her, his voice wavering.
She rolled her eyes and sighed in frustration. "Virginity is a social construct. Don't be ashamed. Now shut the fuck up."
Definitely making a part 2
Masterlist
hobie going fucking insane when he’s fucking you and he sees a stomach bulge. he’s that big compared to you, that when he slides his cock into ur warm cunt, he sticks out like a sore thumb.
“shit, love. ya’ see my cock goin’ in ‘nd out?” hobie grins, watching you drool all over yourself because he’s fucking you so deep.
cutie
hobie definitely broke the headboard the third time y’all fucked
“why the third time?” you may ask, well because your pussy finally became accustom to his dick, being 6’2 means he practically has a third leg. so when your cunt was finally able to fit all of hobie inside of you without you sobbing halfway through, he went almost feral. his cold demeanor falling apart. he whispers praises in your ear in his thick accent, calling you his pretty baby and his sweet sweet girl. he was putting you in multiple positions and you loved it.
he’s the cutest
hobie 🕷️🎸: 1 video
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the video's dark. looks like it was shot somewhere that definitely reeks. but with your brightness all the way up, what's going on in the video.. is crystal fucking clear.
"i tried to wait, swear i did love, but i couldn't. couldn't stop thinkin' about you, and your pretty cunt." he’s not shy. even needy, he’s cocky and unashamed of what he’s doing. he’s got his hand wrapped around his cock, spider suit unzipped and pants unbuttoned, only hanging onto his waist because of his studded belt. his slim frame looks beautiful.
he's jerking himself off in a busted back alley, camera propped up on a window sill. his pretty tip is already leaking pre-cum, lithe fingers coming up to swipe it down, to make the slide easier.
"got hard thinkin' about you, had to dip off n' take care of it." he flashes a wicked smile, throwing his head back, exposing his neck. his hips cant into his fist, fucking the little circle he makes knowing he wishes he was fucking you instead.
"god, 'm just a fuckin' perv, ain i? pants pulled down in an alley, fuckin' my fist for you?" he chuckles, bringing his eyes down to gaze at the camera, and then down at his cock.
"shit, wish it was you, doll." he speeds up, moaning shakily. "'s not wet enough, need your pretty pussy," he groans. his hand leaves his cock, coming up to his mouth, and he spits, trying the best he can to simulate the wet warmth of your cunt. he looks so gorgeous, with his pretty dick with it’s pretty upward curve held tight in his hand.
he starts his pace again, fucking his fist with visions of you own your knees doing it for him instead flying through his mind, the sound of his own hand moving against his dick loud and unmistakable. he’s desperate, whiney, broken moans falling from his lips. he looks so good, happy trail just barely visible. his taut stomach flexes with his every thrust, the expanse of pretty brown skin looking beautiful even with the darkness of the video.
lips parted and slick with spit, dick hard and leaking for you, he looks the image of a god. your god. and yet, he’s pleading to you, begging for salvation that he knows he won’t receive until he gets back home. his fist’ll have to do for now.
and it does, as long as he keeps you in the forefront of his mind. and he does.
“‘m close already,” he murmurs, eyes fixed on where his cock disappears into his hand and comes out on the other side, swiping his thumb over his pretty brown tip. “shit, you’d make me cum so hard, know you would. jerk me so good i’d be shootin’ blanks.” he can’t help but laugh again, breathless and wanting.
“cum with me, yeah? know you’ve been touchin’ yourself to this— fuck, wish it was me instead. should be me, with my hands all over you.” his thrusts pick up, his hand speeds up too.
“‘m g’na cum, please cum with me, love, don’t w’na cum alone,” he whines, deep and sincere. “fuckfuckfuck,” he spills into his hand, moaning loud, throwing his head back again. he rambles mixed together letters of your name and wishes that you were here, that you were the one making him bust.
he comes down with a heaving chest, hand still stroking slowly at his cock. laughs start to rack through him, his eyes focusing back on his camera. wiping his hand off on a tattered piece of fabric with a blissed out look on his face, he pulls his suit back up and fixes his pants.
“hope you liked it, love,” is all he says before he ends the video, pretty face frozen on your phone screen.
spiky punk hobie and his girl obsessed with all things pink and fluffy
he fell second but fell on his fucking face for u
ughhh 💔💔 there was just something about the tall boy with the cool hair. you couldn’t get enough of seeing him around town and at the various concerts you’d attend, sometimes even seeing him on stage. luckily you have a mutual friend because even though you may not look it, you’re as well-versed in politics as hobie. so, you tell your friend, and the next time all 3 of y’all are at a concert, they point you out to hobie.
and there you are, in a pretty pink dress with ribbons tied in a pretty bow in your hair, screaming the lyrics to a punk song. hobie’s brown eyes immediately turn into red hearts, and he’s walking over to you before he even knows what he’s doing. “what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a dingy place like this?”
y’all hit it off that night. even months later, people keep asking y’all how you even make it work, but what they don’t know is that hobie’s a pretty boy underneath the tough exterior, and you’re pretty rough underneath all the pink and fluff. a perfect match.
cruel 🗯️ hobie brown x fem! reader
★CW nsfw, as always hobie is a lovesick fella, pwp, not much to say (•̀ᴗ•́) ★NOTES hey luvs hope u enjoy this lil hobie crumb 🩵 if theres typos no theres not
hearts & reblogs are very appreciated!!
hobie’s really clever. doesn’t always let you in on it right away- but he’s really generous, too.
his body’s a bit lanky, all tall and just a little bit wiry, but his arms are strong enough to bind webs to busses split in two pieces and halfway off a crumbling bridge, and every intricate muscle to his back does flex in the rare glimpses you catch of him changing- just moments before he’s decked in red and blue and leaving you again, with a wistful glance tossed behind him and a warm kiss to your forehead.
sometimes he’s mean but he’s soft where he needs to be. or you’re his softness, maybe, the vital lasso that grapples in his anger, the anchor that sinks in his throat before he’s allowed to spill another dirty word. he hates leaving you, you know, but the city calls him and- much as he often loathes it- he’s willing to sweep the filthy streets if it means you’ll stay here with him.
he’s smarter than you. and yeah, fine, maybe he’s not as nice or proper, despite all your futile attempts (bless your heart) to pat his suit down before an important table meeting at the spider society or hush his whinging after a particularly awful day, but-
hobie’s got the gift of giving, you’ve come to realize- and not in any way that falls short.
“gonna cum?”
he murmurs in the space between your jaw and neck, peppering a few sloppy, no less fond kisses there before pulling back some to review his work: you’re propped on his spread thigh- just barely managing to lift your weary chin- rocking back and forth on the ripped black denim and chasing a foreseeable, simmering high.
one you’ll reach- if hobie’s got any say in the matter- and soon.
a jerky, breathless nod of your head has hobie loosing a low hum from deep in his chest, one hand clutched ‘round your naked hip while the other traces slow, imaginary lines across your face. thumbs away a hot, latent tear there, tracking down the delicate slope of your cheek, intercepting it before it can cut off your jaw and-
“yeah?” he offers a crooked, smug grin, yet the look in his hooded eyes betrays a story far less victorious and instead a bit more entranced, pupils battling off a glimmering ring of warm brown.
he makes a pleased sort of sound though, the steely ring in his lip curling with thinly-veiled adoration. “won’t be the first time, guarantee you ‘at.”
he’s not lying. dishonesty’s never really been his thing.
the shuddering mewl he drags out of you- long and haunting, like it’d chase him to bed on the lonely, unfortunate night where you’re not around- is high and dulcet. stokes a blue-hot fire in his belly, just shovels more coal into that steaming, failing furnace. he’s losing it already, but fuck if you don’t look perfect balanced on his long leg like that, forehead sparkling with a healthy amount of sweat starting to bead, lashes splayed over your cheekbones like they’re glued there- your pretty lips ajar in a mainly soundless shriek, a drifting whimper of his name.
“hobie,” you force out, so soft and good.
his fingerpads flit up to your cheek, then, right beneath your eye, and he rubs careful little stripes there as he admires you.
“s’it, love,” he encourages, voice a gentle lull in the cool breeze of dusk coming in through one of the boat windows, “say my name, use my leg to get you off- feels right, mm? …lettin’ me take care o’ my pretty girl.”
and your simple reply is a squeeze of your hands in his broad shoulder blades, knuckles paling as you grasp him tight and shudder. perspiration glitters off your temple and trickles, your glossy eyes coated in a distant sheen when you pry them open to look at him and-
“oi-“
your lips smush rather unceremoniously with his in a messy, fairly wet kiss and hobie moans, palming the back of your head to bring you in closer, that final fraying band of his composure snapping entirely.
“drive me fuckin’ bonkers, eh? wanna ruin me,” with a rippling groan, he seizes your pretty body and flips you beneath him. that same thigh, now drenched in your arousal, jagged denim slick with signs of your love, wedged either side of yours- bare and smooth.
(he’ll kiss them apart later tonight once he’s got the chance.)
you let out a needy little whine that strikes a more fragile chord within him and he experiences a gushing wave of guilt, or urgency maybe; he’s ripped that impending orgasm from your outstretched hands and you’d probably voice that displeasure better should you have the proper mind to but he promises it’s only temporary. you just like teasing him too much, is the issue, and hobie can only repel so many of your lovely attacks before he just caves in and starts sending his own.
and oh, you’ll cum alright- it’s in tonight’s agenda to render you utterly breathless and spent, awash with his strokes- but hobie’s wanting more of the same, too.
nosediving in to capture those swollen lips again- “gorgeous, but y’already know that, mm? cruel thing.”
“i’m not cruel,” you manage to murmur amidst the tantalizing touches he delivers below, fingers moving at a maddening pace to your core, where you need him most. skimming over the smooth dip of your belly, nearing that tight, welcoming pussy that fits him like a glove and aims to keep him there forever (hobie’d like that).
“you’re the one who just-…” apparently thinking better of it, or just lacking the presence of mind to finish, you swallow the rest of the statement and burrow your face in his neck at the chuffed smile starting at his cheeks.
hobie tilts his head, “yeah? go on, love, m’ listening. what’d i do to you?”
“n-nothing- just-“ and once more you’re cut off; this time for a whole ‘nother reason. because hobie’s hands do find you- finally- his index nudging at your clit- only paired with a playful smile, of course- before his middle plunges lower and crooks into your fluttering hole.
“h-hobie,” you breathe, all the air punched swiftly from your lungs. and he’s not the one exactly being worked upon right now but he sighs all the same, syrupy brown skin glowing with the sweat his body’s burning up, eyes wrecked and doting. he says nothing, really, when he begins poking his finger in and out of you, just lets his gaze caper over you- drinking in every slightest micro expression, honing in on the heave of your bared breasts and chewing on his lip when he glances down and acknowledges the needy bulge digging into your tummy, straining through his pants and boxers.
“woke him up, eh?” he wills a heady chuckle, “reckon she’s awake now, too…”
he hums low and satisfied, arousal dripping from his tone as he withdraws his digit- now wholly drenched- and thoughtfully thumbs apart your folds. your juices drip down his hand, pooling into his palm eagerly, and hobie is harshly reminded of how hungry he is. “settin’ new records with that sweet pussy- bloody hell… wettin’ me up already…”
you suck your bottom lip, wobbling and shiny, into your mouth and flash him this deer in headlights look as your tinier fingers grasp his forearm tight and dig; an unspoken plea if he’s seen any.
oh, you just want to get him riled up.
…it’s working.
he lets out a fond, retiring huff, his own larger hand snaking to his belt loop (although in no seeming hurry) and unbuckling it with a resounding click. he regards you carefully all the while, exhausting heavy, strained breaths through his nose as he shimmies out of his jeans and then shortly his briefs- but now he’s shedding off his cool pretense too; he’s played that long, dizzying waiting game and doesn’t mind losing, his boxers tangled ‘round his ankles as he hunches over you completely and fucking smiles.
“a’right, pretty girl,” he relents with a rueful, lingering peck to the side of your lips, his cock throbbing and desperate between your trembling thighs, weighing against his lean belly and twitching for you.
“i hear you.”
i need hobie brown smut i can’t find any 😭🙏 hes a rockstar so i’m pretty sure those fingers are …. 😍😍
practice — hobie brown. longer name. hobie using your pussy for band practice. they areeee tho. god.
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 calves (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…”
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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
please reblog or like my work if u enjoyed it <3
“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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looking over your guy best friends bulge when he wear gray sweatpants!
typing away at your phone while ranting to your best friend about the guy you met last night who had been rubbing all up on you, you didn’t realize your other one was eavesdropping into the conversation you were having— how could he not when she was on speaker and you were geeking all over.
he shook his head and pushed himself back onto the couch and focused back into his game while letting out a scoff to your earlier comment, what he didn’t pick up on this time was when he was manspreading you accidentally took a double take but quickly looked away and jolted up form your set before thinking anything intimate of your guy best friend since childhood, he looks away from the t.v, waiting for his monitor to come on soon — but all he could think about was the way your hips swayed so effortlessly, the fat of your recoil only making it worse for his boner growing right in his pants.
Before you both know it, the tension between the two of you was so obvious you couldn’t pull back on the urge to rock your hips on his clothed bulge and rubbing against. How bad he wanted to his breathing deepened as he listens to the squelching coming from your cunt. He felt the pain of his cock in need of your walls to squeeze him so tight to the point where it would chop his cock off his body. Although the sound of gaining insane pleasure was also debating.
His throbbing veins felt like popping out from the grip he had on your hips, “keep rolling those hips for me like the cock whore you are..” he smirked, harshly slapping your ass making you jolt up while scratching his biceps, “that hurts so bad, don’t do that to me.”
“I think—s-shit feels so goood!..!” You whine out with a little laugh at the end, making him smile before grabbing at your hair to make a sloppy ponytail. Pulling at it, causing you to hiss when your scalp hurt only for him to ease you down with a passionate kiss on your soft lips.
The sounds of your pussy squelching sent straight to his dick, making him throb. “Can you fuck yourself so more on your cock, pretty girl?” He grunted in between his lips, feeling you pump yourself on his cock like a fleshlight.
“Y-you don’t say…fuck!—, best friends don’t say that to each other!” you cry out to him, tears falling from your eyes down to your cheeks making his cock twitch inside you with your current face, which is now hiding in his neck, “let me see you, don’t hide from me now Y/N.”
he loves when you spoil him. sloppily pumping his cock, watching the sticky precum spill all over your fingers, while you lightly kiss between his balls as your other hand circle his rim. he’d be all whiny thrusting his hips to fuck your hand for more friction.
“ooo fuck, baby, please fuck me.”
he’d gasp when you finally slipped a finger inside him, pressing against his prostate, eventually making him ride your fingers until his cums.. a lot.
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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.
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(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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PSA to smut fic writers.. IT’S NOT COLD IF IT’S IN THEIR MOUTH. This is a small thing that’s been really peeving me for a bit lmao, but a tongue piercing is not going to be cold if it’s in a persons mouth! That doesn’t make sense. It’s warm or hot if anything! Every time I see a “and his/her cold piercing touched-” NO, ITS NOT COLD, ITS NOT. Please! Why does this bother me so much?! I DONT KNOW! hElp.
i need hobie brown smut i can’t find any 😭🙏 hes a rockstar so i’m pretty sure those fingers are …. 😍😍
practice — hobie brown. longer name. hobie using your pussy for band practice. they areeee tho. god.
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 calves (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…”
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