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hobies-princealbert · 8 months
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pornstar! hobie brown x pornstar! reader (part 2) | (nsfw)
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☆ pornstar! hobie brown who since you last collabarted with helped your page grow practically overnight. you started to gain more followers, and collaborations, even from creators that turned you down before. it was all so exciting, it was everything you could have ever wanted. well almost...
☆ pornstar! hobie brown that even though it the reason you're now so popular, you still felt something missing. you tried not to thing about that empty feeling you had after each shoot, cause maybe next time would be better. but it was never none of your collaborators made your head spin the way hobie did. you were lucky if you actually orgasmed, most of the time you faked most of them.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown who practically lived in your mind 24/7. you wanted to hit him up again. you really did....but you didn't want to seem desperate or like you were just using him.
☆ luckily, you didn't need to sit on the though for too long, since, just like last time, pornstar! hobie brown hit you up. that same rush of excitement you felt the last time came rushing back. you didn't even wait a second to respond. crazy how a simply text from him got you more worked up that anyone has in the past couple months.
☆ and before you knew it, pornstar! hobie brown was sending you the details of your next meet up. he made sure to book the same hotel as last time, and even the same room. even though the room provided an air of familiarity, the conversation wasn't. you two didn't really talk much after y'alls first get together. but the sexual tension was definitely there.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown who was kind of taken aback with how shy you still were. but he could tell by the way you leaned into him and looked in his eyes when he spoke, that you weren't scared. just shy. he couldn't help but smile when you nervously tried to go over what was to happen. honestlyhe could care less about the run over, thruth be told he was just as eager as you to start fucking each other numb.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown told you just like last time to guide him where you wanted him. and to his surprise you hopped off his lap. he was almost worried he did something wrong, but once you fell to your knees he knew where this was going.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown who grew the biggest shit eating grin on his face when he saw how willing you were to take the reigns on this time. last time you couldn't even look him in the eye, but now you were lacking long stripes along his shaft. when your tongue felt strained you took to lightly sucking on his tip for a bit. once you were brave enough, you took his shaft till it touch the back of your throat. it was a tough fit, but listening to hobie's groans and moans made the sensation of drool dripped down to you chin an afterthought. "god darlin', i know you missed me but fuckin' hell. don't make me come yet you know i gotta work on you first. come 'ere. "
☆ pornstar! hobie brown was kinda surprised at how he still had to ease his length into you. last time since he didn't know if your cunt could take the stretch, but now he has to be extra careful with you this time. you were bucking your hips into him you, and whining for him to hurry, and he didn't even have the tip in yet. he had to use his body weight to hold you in place cause even when he was obviously trying to go slow, you didn't want slow.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown who realized that you were desperate as hell. i mean look at you. your just mindlessly forcing your hips back to meet his. you don't care if you broke the rhythm. you couldn't stand that empty feeling whenever he pulled out even a little. "shit luv you're gonna hurt yourself. slow down fo' me won't you? i know you missed me, you don't gotta tell me that. but i don't want you to hurt yourself, ok?"
☆ pornstar! hobie brown doesn't know how long it's been since you've been this worked up. even when you collaborated with other creators, none of them felt the same. hobie was the only one that knew how to dig into your guts just the way you liked it. you knew he didn't want you to hurt yourself but god can'the just forget all that. "luv come on listen to me. calm down just a bit. sh shhh I know. it's ok baby, she's still a perfect fit don't worry. just make her relax fo' me."
☆ pornstar! hobie brown who ate you out from the back till you legs gave out. he insisted on cleaning you up. worse part was he didn't even wait till your orgasm subsided. once he felt you were close, he'd pull out, and before you knew it his tongue was forcing its way into you. even if you shook and cried from overstimulation, he'd just follow you anywhere your hips jerked.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown that made sure to get a good shot of when you finally squirted for him. he had your back flush against his chest. the only things you would hear were the muffled sounds of his voice, and the wet sound of his hand colliding with your cunt over and over again. yep, he was slapping it. his palm was so big it hit all of it each time. "com' on let it out luv. dont hold it in, make a mess. promise I'll clean you up. ooohh that's it good, good, good, just breathe baby."
☆ pornstar! hobie brown who would like last time, opened your legs to the camera. and as if to show he has successfully fucked you dumb, he gave you one last slap. this time he eased his fingers in, which he had no problem doin. slid them out, and grinned at the thick, translucent sheen that stuck to them. he wanted them to see just how much you came. "com' on let 'em see how fucked out she is. shhh baby lemme in. fuckin hell look at this. you're just perfect as always.
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fusaes · 11 months
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thinkin' about hobie's lip piercings against your cunt, his tongue piercing tickling your entrance, and the cold metal hitting your skin. the makeshift spiky belt restraint to hold your hands together while he eats you out on the couch:( his coarse hair just tickles your inner thighs while burying his head in your wet pussy.
he just won't stop, he's been at it for so long already. his spiky bracelets puncture your skin from holding your shaky thighs apart from closing. ''quit movin' this what you wanted, didn't cha?'' the vibrations of his lip only made your body quiver.
the way your eyes water for him didn't help the boner in his tight black pants. you had him thrusting against the couch for pleasure:( he might as well cum in his pants from your moans and whimpers u give him:(
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hobiebrownbrowser · 9 months
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🔞Hobie Brown x Bratty FEM!Reader🔞
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"Yea, Whatever." The attitude you were steaming off was irking his nerves in all the right places. Every time he tried to talk you'd cut him off with a simple humph or a small groan. He didn't think it would annoy him so much until you started to ignore him.
That's where the line had been crossed, you out of all people know that small dent of patience he had was thin. If he thought of something, he wouldn't think twice about completing his goal.
That's pretty much how you became a moaning mess beside him, Your arms bound behind your back with makeshift cuffs of his spiked belt, Crying out his name as he rubs your clit with small intimate circles of his thumb.
He ignored your cries for him to go faster, Your body leaning into his touch, Your face buried into the crook of his neck as you take in his musk. His body sat on the left side of yours, A hand on your stomach as he holds you down by the skem of your waist.
His groans were right up against your ear, Your vision filled with nothing but pitch black. You were blindfolded, every caress of his long fingers making you shiver.
You didn't know what was gonna happen once he pulled away, feeling your slick drip down your inner thighs. He'd stop if he felt even an ounce of your pussy clasp around his fingers, Knowing, Acknowledging when you were a slither away from coating his fingertips in a beautiful clear white.
"U' don deserve it." You whined out of pity, The cold breeze of the air brushing over your clitoris as he spreads your legs wide, Pinning your knees against the soft comforter of your own bed. The slowness of his fingers thrusting back into you making your mind run wild.
You could feel every part, every vein that roamed his palm as he buried them deeper, his lips sucking your clitoris so deliciously well, The brush of his tongue probing your slit until he'd pushed his body forward.
Your legs pushed up to your chest as he commands you to keep them there, kissing your inner thigh before continuing the brink of your punishment. He was so sweet, yet the pace of his fingers were a deadly addiction. Your body trembling in his grasp as he slaps your clit harshly.
The sound of your slick hitting your sensitive ears as he licks up your arousal with his tongue, putting pressure on your clitoris as he pulls out his fingers once again.
"Obie... please! Fuck!" All you heard was an amusing hum, The bed weighing down on the sides of your head as he hosts himself above you, The tip of his cock aching out the sluttest moan you've ever heard come out of your throat.
You grind your hips, drinking up the small friction of his cock pulsating between your legs. You begged for the blindfold to come off, Your teary eyes adjusting to the dimly lit room as he tosses the thin fabric away, His half-lidded eyes staring from above.
He kisses your cheek, his palms resting on your knees as he slowly pushes the tip of his cock inside of you. A silent groan abrupting from his throat as he feels you tighten around him.
He bucked his hips, his tip kissing your walls so delicately before he slowly pulled back out, the feeling of his veins sending wonders through your body as he pushes himself back inside, Taunting your orgasm further.
"Be a good lush f' me, Such a good fuckin' girl." His praises didn't go unnoticed, his voice continuing to ring in your head as you cum all over his slick coated cock, adding more of your juices as you wail out his name.
His pace rushed a shock up your spine with every plunge of his cock, Your vision seeing stars as he overstimulates your swollen clit, Sweat beading down your collarbone, your head falling back onto the silk sheets of your pillows.
He pressed a kiss on your lips, The rhythm of his cock pulsating inside of you, pushing you past a second orgasm, Your moans syncing in harmony.
The bed creaked below you with the force of his pelvis making contact with your inner thighs, His soothing groans becoming staggered the more his balls made contact with the flush of your ass.
His name repeated from your lips as he decorated your insides full of his cum, His eyes fluttering closed as he pulls out, Painting your stomach with his clear seed before slapping your dripping cunt, leaving you tied as he admires your tired figure.
He lined the tip of his cock with your entrance, pushing himself back inside of you as he gives you a tired grin.
"A lil' slut for me, huh? Tightenin' round my cock like the lil' whore you are." He lazily grinded his hips, Your head in the clouds as his pace quickens. His fingers gripped your chin, making you look up at him.
"You're such a' fuckin brat." You only whimpered in response, to fucked out to respond with even a snarky remark. He smiled at that, His focus elsewhere as his eyes lowered down at your swollen cunt.
It was flushed with the taint of a cherry red, Your slick caked on his lower body, making his thighs smooth as silk.
He dug his fingers into the curves of your hips, The serenity of pleasure choking you as you scream out his name, The base of his cock disappearing inside of you as he harshly abuses your gummy walls with rough thrusts, Your vision blurry with strained tears.
That white ring at the base of his cock was captivating, his determination to irk a third orgasm out of you. His hips snapped forward, Watching as he'd completed his mission, your juices coating his abdomen.
Your body was completely limp as he pulls himself out of you, abandoning your insides with vast emptiness before untying your bound hands. You let out an exhausted whine, The sound of defeat emitting from your lips as you cuddle his body, annoyed how he'd won so easily.
"You los' dollface." You mimicked his words, your arms around his waist as you pouted your lips, Hobie chuckled, Placing a kiss on your sweaty forehead.
He got up and ran a bath for the both of you, Grabbing some juice from your mini fridge, making you drink it to soothe your throat. You puffed out your cheeks, willingly taking the beverage before letting him carry you to the tub, that same shit eating grin still plastered on his face.
"Luv ya' too doll."
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pearlsinmyhair · 9 months
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teach me
hobie brainrot. nsfw, mdni. fem!reader. inexperienced!reader. handjob.
it’s what you utter when hobie shucks of his jeans, kicking them to the side as he looks down at you. “teach you what, luv?”. and then your hand is resting over the bulge in his boxers, and all the air is out of his lungs. “teach me how to make you feel good.”
he knew that inexperience does not equate to innocence, but damn he didn’t expect you to give him a hand job immediately. but he takes it in stride, rolling you over so that you sit on his thighs. he takes himself out, showing you how to grip and tug and press your thumbs against him just right. and you’re a quick learner too, having him shivering and praising you within minutes.
“just like tha’, pretty girl. doin so good, making me feel so good.”
and then he’s cumming, groaning into your shoulder as you jack him through his orgasm. and he thinks he’s good.
then he watches as you swipe his release and bring it to your lips, sucking your fingers clean.
he’s so fucking gone.
masterlists.
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hanasnx · 10 months
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Ok but hear me out- Hobie with his absolute pussy wrecking dick, and he refuses to do anything with it until you’re fucked out on his tongue first….
(and when he does you can’t say anything cos he’s pounding into you like a fucking animal)
“absolute pussy wrecking dick” audibly gulping rn gasping for air rn
the kind of dick that ripples you when he goes in over and over, every backshot reverberating up your spine, forcing you forward on your elbows and your cheek buried into the mattress. how it fills you out and kisses your cervix in such a sting, you’re fluid and limp as he uses you. his big hand on the back of your neck to keep you pinned to avoid being pushed further away from him with each thrust.
fingers tucked into the overlapping flesh of your thigh and hip, yanking you back into him until you’re yelling, howling into the covers, praying no one in this apartment building can hear you even though you know they can. you’ve got a feeling hobie likes that fact.
your brain has turned to mush, you can’t form a thought, can’t respond to his dirty talk. “knew a slag like you could take a dick like this. how’s it feel, dove? worth it? worth beggin’ for it?”
you’re near tears as he drives into you, moving to palm your tailbone to force you down onto every inch of his formidable cock. drooling onto the sheets, gripping onto them, eyelashes fluttering while your hole swallows him up.
hobie brown and his pussy wrecking dick..
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l13 · 10 months
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spiderverse twt links<33
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WARNINGS : NSFW, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, f!reader, the links are literally p#rn, proceed at your own risk, there's also peter x miguel soo yknow
CHARACTERS: miguel o'hara, peter b parker, hobie brown, spider noir
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miguel o'hara
♡ miguel fucking your pretty throat and holding your head till you're almost choking on his cock, his thighs shaking as he shoots his cum down your throat- knowing damn well you're gonna be a good girl and swallow for him, "Fucking choke on it, baby.." "S fucking good for me.. taught my pretty girl so well.."
♡ brain empty only miguel rubbing your pussy while he's snapping his hips up at you, snarling when he feels you clamping down on his cock, as you squirt messily, but oh he's not stopping yet "Thaaat's right.. That's. fucking. right," "Fucking cum for me now, baby"
♡ miguel playing with your pussy till you're clamping down on his fingers, gushing prettily as you cum, and he's barely holding himself from bending down and tasting your sweet cunt, his hard cock pulsing each time you tighten around his fingers, and he so badly wants to replace them with his cock, but he reminds himself to be patient 'cause he also just loves to see you fall apart like this:(
bonus miguel fingering you again (he's obsessed)
peter b parker
♡ peter + side fucking while you're facing himmm. he gets to have you pressed up against him, fucking into your pussy, and he gets to see your face? oh, yeah he's sold. gets SO fucking pussy drunk it's insane, "'h my God, baby- you're so fucking pretty- pussy's so pretty too. Doing so good for me, ah-" just can't seem to stop thrusting into you, coming in you over and over again
♡ peter thrusting his hips up to no use- literally humping the air as you kiss him, your hands running up and down his body, and he's whimpering, so so happy that you're even letting him cum that he doesn't even care that you're not touching his cock<33 "You're gonna make me come, baby... mmffuck yes, please-"
♡ peter humping the bed cause he misses you sooo much:( that's it that's the post
hobie brown
♡ hobie loves when you're on top of him, but that doesn't necessarily mean he lets you control the pace. he just loves pushing you down on his cock as he bucks his hips up, chasing your tight little pussy, as you mewl above him sweetly, "Cunt's suckin' me in, love, Christ-" "Greedy lil' thing, ain't ya?"
♡ gjdfkgjdkgj yeah yeah yup yeah. no yeah. YEAH. HOBIE jerking his cock while you're riding his face??? "Like that, lovie, mmf ride m'face harder-" his words are muffled against your drenched cunt, and he's slurping it all up greedily. 'nd then almost coming when you're riding him, thinking it's so unfair that you stopped- and he chooses to chase after you, start fucking you from behind, head tilted as he stares at where you're joined, slack jawed, squeezing and slapping your ass for good measure. "S rude, love, leavin' me like tha'. Not that rude now, are you, pretty?"
♡ very very very rare BUT when it happens it's absolute *chef's kiss*, pretty boy hobie thrusting his hips up to meet the pace of your hand, his pants and moans are so pathetic and it's so cute, and he's being so obedient for once:(( just sitting there taking what you give him- "FFuck yeah, love," "Ah just like that, you're s'good oh-"
spider noir
♡ shower sex with noir:(( where you're both just so infatuated with each other, stopping your kissing just for him to rub at your pussy before sliding his cock in, both of you letting out moans at the pleasure you're getting. he literally can't keep his hands off of you<33 "So God damn beautiful.. you're perfect, honey.." "I can't stop- Christ, you're tight,"
bonus :')
♡ mm he loves letting you take control once in a while, just absolutely losing himself when you tease him, showing him just what modern vibrators can do(LMFAO), he's moaning so sweetly for you as well, pretty boy just wanted a break:( "S-slow down a bit, Jesus christ- y're gonna kill me,"
♡ he loves to rub your pussy over your underwear so much, he's drooling at the sight, making sure to circle your clit as well, "Oh, honey... 's there something you want, hm?" "Look. at. that."
miguel x reader x peter
♡ um yeah.
miguel x peter
♡ ♡ ♡ i had to 🤭
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here's the loml since i couldn't fit 4 pics together:c
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cultrise · 7 months
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COCK WARMING. HOBIE BROWN
꩜ CONTENTS NSFW, cockwarming (obviously), some light degrading, praise, nipple play, clit rubbing, reader cries from being so aroused, teasing, p in v ᵎᵎ wc 1.6k
ᵎᵎ check the mlist for kinktober here !
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it had been a long time since you had properly fucked hobie.
with your spider-duties combined, his band and the usual mess that comes with life, the only time you saw your boyfriend was when you went to bed late at night after a mission or at the HQ, forced to listen to some boring meeting.
you tapped your thigh nervously as you realised just how much you missed intimacy with the man next to you. and now, you couldn’t concentrate on what miguel was babbling on about for shit. each time you looked around, your eyes stopped on the punk sitting right next to you, arm lazily around you as he groaned and whispered insults to his boss.
it might’ve been an exaggeration, but you could truly never get over how good hobie looked. it might’ve been criminal at that point. his feet were propped up on the table as he watched miguel with a scowl, rolling his eyes “i doubt this cunt even knows what he’s talking ‘bout, righ’, babe?” he says as he looks at you.
he’s met with the most lust-coated eyes he had seen in a long while, since he was usually pretty attentive to both of your needs. his pupils widen as you reply “huh? yeah yeah, sure. he really doesn’t” and he can’t help but drag out the most shit-eating grin because you can’t help but be so obvious about wanting him so badly.
so, like the good boyfriend he is, this man gets up, grabs your hand and creates a portal to his boathouse, without saying a single word to anyone else, much to miguel’s annoyance “why did we leave?” he gives you a sweet smile as he bends down to pick you up into his arms, hands resting on the curve of your ass “y’know damn well why”
and he reaches for your lips as you grab onto his vest, pulling you in like you’re starved, like you hadn’t touched this man in years. his tongue swirls into your mouth, tasting the inside of it as he groans in delight. how he had missed this “fuck, aren’t ya’ pretty?” hobie coos after he pulls away and watches you try to catch your breath, making you smile. you don’t even realise how you got to the couch.
“was it that obvious?” you ask as you stare down at your man, hand playing with his guitar-pick necklace, something he had also made you, as a sign that you were his just as he was yours. “what? that you are practically in heat for me? c’mon, luv. i know when a lady has the hots for me. ‘specially if said lady is you” he grins before catching your lips again.
it all becomes a moaning, groaning mess of hair tugging, lip biting and clothes removing, so much so that, same as when you got on the couch, you suddenly realise he stands under you in nothing but his boxers as you remain standing in your underwear, no recollection of getting anything off in the first place. your mind was in a daze at every touch of his hands and fingers as he dug his fingernails into your thighs and ass.
you couldn’t take it anymore, you wanted it so badly. wanted him to show you just how much he had missed you in return. pushing your hips down to meet his obvious erection and grinding on it had the beautiful man under you let out a guttural moan as he pulled away, biting your lip. his intent was clear with the way his brown orbs followed your every move through long lashes, heartbeat rising and breath quickening.
unfortunately, with how this man loved to play games, you weren't aware of the fact that hobie had something entirely different in mind, something that was going to frustrate you even further, much to his enjoyment.
that's exactly how you ended up in this position, getting spooned by hobie while watching tv, as your hole desperately clenched around his dick. hobie had decided to torture you, to see how long his 'good girl' would listen to him before you start acting like "the cock starving slut that you are". you were nothing short of desperate. you knew well enough hobie was holding back tremendously and were actually quite amazed at his resilience, considering the fact that hobie brown was not exactly known for his patience.
every shift of your body ended with hobie placing a very heavy hand to your waist or hips, putting you back in your place "not yet. wanna hear ya' beg f'me" you were dizzy, unable to think "i've been begging for half an hour, hobie, please" his response comes out in a low chuckle, lips pressing to your ear lobe as he speaks "i quite like this movie, though" he gestures to the tv "plus, it's fun to see you so desperate for my cock".
hobie was bullshitting you. he had to be. even if he called you out everytime for being obsessed with him and his cock, hobie wasn't ay better. if anything, hobie was hypocritical for always making fun of you for wanting to fuck him since he has denied you the pleasure of using him very few times. you had to do something to make him to move. there must be a way.
"you know what? if you're not going to fuck me i guess there's no point in staying here" you affirm, attempting to stand up. in truth, you knew the lack of his length filling you up would be agonising. unfortunately for you, hobie was incredible at reading you "oh yeah? y’gonna stop droolin' on my cock too, then?" he teases as you try to hold your ground, the squeeze your pussy gave him uncovering your hidden plan "y..yeah"
a hand glides across your torso, up, until it reaches your boobs. with a tug to one of your sensitive nipples, you find yourself biting back a moan. he's toying with you. he enjoys seeing you squirm under him "god, i hate you" you whine as you watch his fingers pinch and pull at your hard nipple "sure you do" he muses, lips adorning your cheek with sweet kisses, opposite to what his intentions were with you.
"you're so cute, luv" he whispers as his hand travels down your body to rub circles to your puffy clit, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. with how aroused you were, you were ready to scream and cry, do anything as long as it got hobie to fuck you stupid into the cushions of the couch. "you're foul" you whine as he grins "you love me bein' foul. gets ya' off" he calls you out.
"should i be an excellent boyfriend and help m'girl out?" hobie asks as his fingers circle your clit faster. you nod eagerly, hair getting messy from the friction against the armrest of the couch "but y're so warm.. kinda wanna stay in you like tha' " he switches up, grinning devilishly against your ear. hearing that makes you whine, a stray tear escaping your eye and running down your cheek "aww.. is my pretty girl cryin'?" he says before kissing the tear away gently and moving his body so he can sit on top of you comfortably.
you look up at him with glossy eyes, jutting your bottom lip out in frustration "shall i move? whad'ya say?" you let out a broken "yes" of approval before his lips capture yours softly. as you get lost into the kiss you feel his length disappear from between your legs before he slams back into you, tip hitting against your cervix. you gasp into the kiss, another tear following the passage of the previous one. he takes the opportunity to sneak his tongue into your mouth, muffling the needy cries you let out as he combined the motion of his hips with the one of his fingers.
"you're so mean" you say between moans as he chuckles, caressing your hair "y're so cute when you get all whiny f'me" he chuckles as his hips roll into your sopping core, balls slapping against your ass. it doesn't take long for you to dig your nails into his shoulders, slurring his name as you near your climax.
"thas' it, pretty girl. you deserve it" he coos before groaning, harmonizing with the string of moans and name-callings you let out. your body shivers, your back arches, your mouth searches for his. tugging at his lip ring makes hobie insane as he feels your body tense up under him. he looks under him at the ring of arousal you had created around the base of his cock and gives a toothy grin. you, however, aren't smiling.
"wha'?" he asks, stopping his movements slowly. a stinging pain arises in his forearm as you slap him "ouch! what the fuck?" he half-yells as he looks down at you, panting and scowling "that was for being so mean to me and not wanting to fuck me" he smiles at your words, mind spinning with how cute you were to him "c'mon, babe, y'know i love ya'. plus, i did make you cum, didn' i?"
you roll your eyes "make me cum again if you want to be forgiven" and he erupts into laughter, hand going to your cheek "y'got it, ma'am" as he kisses you tenderly and moves his hips back into yours, trying to release his own tension. after all, even if he didn't show it, that cockwarming got his mind spinning and his dick was desperately in need for relief.
"gonna make up for being such a dick, yeah?"
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hobies-gf · 8 months
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kinks I think Hobie would have - nsfw (obvi)
definitely has a thing for eye contact. hes obsessed the way you clench down on his cock whenever his eyes met yours. always makes sure theres a mirror around if hes talking you from behind. and sometimes when hes fucking you so good that you cant help but throw your head back he’ll grip your face with his fingers, squishing your cheeks together as he roughly pulls your head back down, “Eyes on me lovely… Yeah, that’s right.”
has a thing for doing it in public. its out of control honestly because you two could be having a nice coffee and suddenly he’s mumbling in your ear about how he wants to fuck you so bad.. eventually he pulls you somewhere secluded, whether it be a small alley or a bathroom stall, and he’s already pushing his pants down and your panties aside.
no one’s said this but i’m so sure he has a daddy kink. there’s nothing much too it. he’s heard it in porn so many times and it never really did anything to him. but one day you two were going at it heavily.. had been fucking for at least 2 hours when you started to get into a headspace.. hobie had you on your knees, back arched and face stuffed into a pillow.. you turned your head to the side and ‘fuck daddy please’. Hobie almost didnt hear it with how loud the sound of skin slapping against skin was but he heard it.. and god.. shivers ran up his spine and he just straightened up, fucking you with some newfound fervor. just to hear you say that again.
loves choking (receiving)! especially when you’re on top of him. his legs will go weak and he’ll start shaking like a leaf the moment he feels your hand wrap around his throat. he just finds it so hot when you take what you want from him. he lowkey starts babbling whenever you do this cuz it feels so good. “got my dick so wet baby, jus’ keep fuckin’ me like that... so so good”
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siameanee · 10 months
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take your time 🎸 hobie brown x fem!reader
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DONT OPEN UR WINDOW FOR HOBIE BROWN AT 3 AM 😱😱‼️‼️💯💯 (REAL) (NOT FAKE)
i don't post. or write fanfictions. this is the first and last fanfic ill write - there just isn't enough hobie brown fics out there. hopped on and said fine ill do it myself 😞 !
also i didnt proofread this 😭
wc: idk might be long tho
tags or desc or whatevr: hobie brown x fem!reader smut, hobie smut, hobie x fem!reader, fingering (r receiving), riding, kinda slow burn (i think), friends to luvas
shmut unda the cut ‼️
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you sat idly in your bed, scrolling through tiktok and giggling every once in a while. you twisted and turned until your gazed lifted from the endless videos and you saw the time: 3 a.m., causing you to plug up your lit up rectangle and turn away from it, hand under the pillow and the other reaching to pull up the covers in an effort to warm your shivering body.
however, your best friend, hobie, had other plans. minutes later, your phone lit up and you flipped back over angrily, trying to get used to the flash of light in your darkened room. 
hobs 🎸
open ur window? got hurt need sum help :)
3:45 a.m.
you furrowed your brows as you leaned up to be able to type. 
hobs 🎸
open ur window in a min? got hurt need sum help
3:45 a.m.
it's 3:45 hobie ... 😭
3:46 a.m.
you waited for his response, letting out a frustrated huff when he didn't respond for a full 4 minutes. as you rested your head on the pillow once again, you heard another ping from your phone as it lit back up one more time. 
hobs 🎸
open ur window in a min? got hurt need sum help
3:45 a.m.
it's 3:45 hobie ... 😭
3:46 a.m.
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says right here 3:46 ? 
3:49 a.m.
you were about to comment on his witty remark until you heard repeated knocks on your left window. as you got up, you discovered a tall handsome male clad in a spidersuit and some plaid trousers leaning down and grinning back at you, pointing to the windowsill. opening the window, he crawls in, lifts up his mask, and lands on your desk chair, groaning.
"what ha-" you started, but you saw his face riddled with wounds and the gashes zigzagging his chest. you closed your mouth and pointed your finger to him. "stay right there, hobie. don't snoop around. i'll be right back with the first-aid kit." you ran out of the room, hearing him shout back at you.
"won't!" hobie shouts from your room, and you can hear the smile in his words.
you return with the first aid kit, and true to his word -- surprisingly, or so you think -- hobie is in the same spot. you settle in between his long, manspreaded legs, tending to his facial wounds. you try not to notice his burning gaze on you as he tilts his head up for you to tend to his wounds. you can see his adams' apple in your peripheral version and you're trying oh so hard to mind your business. to do what he asked you to. to focus. he's your best friend, and all he asked of you was to tend to his wounds.
but when your fingers start to fumble on his face and you drop a bandaid, you're forced to bend down. you're forced to bend down in between his manspreaded legs, and when your cheek accidentally grazes the tent in his trousers on the way down, you realize how difficult this is going to be and you swear you can hear something -- a sound -- emerge in his throat before he clears his throat.
you decide to ignore it however, resurfacing and continuing on his face, trying to ignore the new grin he's wearing and the telltale half-lidded eyes on display for you.
"hobie, stop." you gnaw on your lip, trying not to look at his eyes. 
"stop what?" hobie speaks, causing his grin to widen. 
"whatever the hell you're doing." your eyes flicker to his lips as his tongue darts out to lick his lips, and you pray he didn't notice.
he shrugs and lifts up his hands in faux surrender. "haven't done a thing luv." he smiles.
however, when hobie goes to put his hands back down, they don't land back on his thighs. instead, they land on your hips. your breathing quickens and hobie seems to take notice of this because you notice his grin widens. 
after getting sidetracked and going to his chest wounds so that you wouldn't have to look at that annoyingly pretty ass face of his, you finish tending to his chest wounds and return to his facial wounds to finish sewing them back up too. but when you travel up, hobie's hands do too. his index fingers -- that were hooked under your shirt-- slide up, and he reveals your pink panties, and you catch him looking down to see the gold he's dug up.
"hobie, hands to yourself." you shakily breathe out, trying to focus on his face. you said all this, but you also made no effort to remove his hands off of you, and he seems to have realized.
"yeah? should i really now? you can remove 'em at any time, luv. but you're not. why is that?" he tilts his head to the side to give you better access to a particular wound. you refuse to answer his question, so his deep voice dripping in a cockney accent emerges from his throat once more to ask the question again. "hm?" he asks, his right hand traveling to your back to arch your back and push you into him, so you can feel his boner in between your legs, and this elicits a short, cut off whimper out of you that he obviously takes pride in, as his smile is now handsomely toothy.
"fu-- hobie, please," your hands falter as you continue flimsily working on his face.
"please wha'?" hobie says. "gotta tell me what you want. use your words, huh?" and with that, he hooks his long fingers under your pretty pink panties, tracing the rim. 
his eyes never left yours as he did all of this, and it was apparent to you that he had no shame. 
but you didn't either, because when his fingers were removed from the band of your panties, you whined for him. for the loss of his touch where you needed it most. 
"do you need something?" hobie questions, innocently raising his eyebrow, hands traveling to graze your stomach.
you shake your head, biting your lip, scared to open your mouth just incase anything unwanted slipped out.
"good." he says, grinning from ear to ear as his hand dips to your pooling cunt, nearly dripping on the floor as he pulls your panties to the side, leaving you hissing and your hands fumbling on his face.
"oh no, can't have that doc. pay attention baby. i like how my face looks," he says cockily, rubbing tight circles around your clit.
"mh', hobie, please..." you say, starting to lose feeling in the cold tips of your fingers. 
"told ya to use your words luv." he says, dipping one nimble finger into your dripping hole, eliciting a moan out of you and he seems to swallow it as it leaves your throat.
it wasn't long before he slipped another finger into you, fucking you on his fingers slowly, refusing to curl his fingers up to hit that spot of yours that you needed so badly. you set your tools aside and he stopped moving completely, tutting at you before you picked the tools back up, and he resumed his slow, torturous pace in your cunt. 
"jus' like that baby," he coos after you finish closing up another wound, struggling to keep your composure as his pace starts to go at a cut-throat speed, his digits expertly doing a 'come here' motion against your gummy walls, making you drop your tools once more. he returns to your clit and picks up his pace -- as if it wasn't fast enough already --, making you moan and squirm on his deft fingers. "hobie--" you start, getting cut off by a moan as your grip on his shoulders tighten. "fuck-- please, please, please, please.." you chant. you noticed his gaze wasn't on yours anymore, it was on the way your slick pooled in his palm so mesmerizingly. 
"fuck... that's it baby." he said as you broke apart on his fingers after one more thrust up into your dripping cunt, causing you to cum all over his fingers, all for him, on him, leaving you moaning and shaking on his fingers.
his gaze returned to yours, your face furrowed and your lips glistening from spit, hobie looked you in the eye, making sure you saw him lick all of your taste off of his long fingers, leaving his mouth with an overly lewd 'pop' sound. he then reached for you and pulled you closer to make out with you, exchanging spit. you could taste yourself on his tongue, causing you to moan into his mouth. 
you thought you were done, and you were in bliss, making out with hobie brown, forgetting all about his boner. he was going to make sure you took care of it just like he took care of you, which is why he unzipped his trousers and let you feel his cock spring up rubbing against your stomach. 
you looked down in shock. there was no way that was going to fit in you. he was crazy. "hobie, that's not gonna fit," you say, gaze fixated on his angry red tip.
"yes it is luv. jus' sit on it, yeah?" hobie says, motioning to it. 
you lift your hips, folds grazing the head of his dick. you start to sink down on it, and you let out a loud moan when the tip entered you. you refused to move anymore, looking at him with furrowed brows before he tore his gaze from where you two conjoined and looked at your facial expression.
"fine... gotta do everythin' me fuckin' self don't i?" hobie mumbles, before grabbing onto your hips and slamming you down onto the base of his cock, causing a loud moan and mixed in whimpers to rip out of you. 
"shit... hobs..." you say, resting your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and indulging in the full feeling. 
this only lasted for a couple of seconds due to how impatient your best friend was. soon, you heard a laugh followed by an "i know. fuckin' mesmerizin' innit?" hobie says, lifting your hips on his cock, before pushing you back down, eliciting a whimper out of your chest, causing you to reemerge and start bouncing yourself on his cock.
"fuck yes..." hobie says, groaning. "jus' like that baby. c'mon."
this made you bounce faster and start moving your hips around. hobie started to meet you in the middle with thrusts, the air becoming hot and steamy and filled with the mixture of your moans.
"oh my.. ha--...hobie..." your nails dug into his back as he thrust up into you. he didn't respond, but he started to trace circles around that pretty little nub of yours. "gonna cum for me baby? cum for me yeah? come on, all over my dick. cum for me please, i want it so badly. need you to cum all over my dick for me, please luv," hobie shamelessly whined in your ear.
and fuck, did he get what he asked for. his words sent you over the edge, making you cum all over that long-ass dick of his, forming a pretty white ring around the base of his cock as your cum dripped and followed the winding paths of his bulging veins. he noticed your eyes were off of his and on the enchanting scene in between you both, and with that he took your jaw in his hand and forced you to look him in the eyes. "keep ye fuckin' eyes on me, yeah?" he said in between heavenly groans that made you wonder if you could get wetter than you already were.
as he fucked you through your orgasm, stars formed in your vision and tears clouded your eyes as hobie groaned into your ear. with one more jerk up into your dripping cunt, hobie -- your 'best friend', need i remind you -- spilled his seed into you, slipping out of you, carrying you to your bed and fucking all of his escaping cum right back into your cunt with two digits, sticking the same two down your throat. 
"suck." he ordered, and you followed. 
he pulled your panties right back over your slick folds and laid beside you like he didn't just take your soul from you, fuck it, and return it to your body. 
"i think i like you," is all that british motherfucker says, facing you with an annoying -- but incredibly attractive at that -- shit-eating grin.
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authors note:
i did this in under 3 hours dont criticize anything please ill cry
hobie brainrot is going crazy rn!!!! give him more love so i dont have to anymore!!!
hobartholomew needs to be put in jail 😞😞
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fusaes · 11 months
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if your request r still open— what about Hobie and his crazy in love gf— her being so obsessed and in love with her boyfriend and coming to his house and lifting her shirt and hobie thinking she’s just needy and horny but she’s showing him how she got his name tatted on her, maybe a tramp stamp or something
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𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘 - ft. hobie brown / spiderpunk
🎸、 . *. ⋆ spanking, mentions of tattoos (reader), poor attempt at British slang. lmk if there's more! ✧. word count: 453
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The doorknob squeaks when your hands touched it, almost as if it feared your presence in Hobie's house. Yes, you did come uninvited; but Hobie said he'd welcome you in whenever you wanted right? Obviously, who would turn down such an offer?
Hobie was in the living room, strumming his guitar with his spiky headphones. The floors creak when Hobie's kicks landed on them, he was generous enough to let you wear them whenever you wanted.
You were wearing his sweater, shoes, and the ring he made for you. He was oblivious enough to not notice you, but the smirk that grew on his face only proved you wrong.
'''Ya can't go a day without me, huh?'' Hobie told you, still tuning his guitar with his feet kicked on the sofa. ''Mm, I really can't Hobie.'' You tell him, your hands behind your back. If it wasn't evident enough (It really wasn't.) you came to show Hobie your new 'tat that you got done today.
But it seemed like Hobie had something else in mind.
''Sit'' Hobie separated his arms and invited you into his lap. ''Hobie... Not right now, silly.'' Your words made Hobie's brow turn upwards, you usually come at this time specifically and come at his house to have some sex.
''Why not, darl?'' The nickname made you shiver, his deep and raspy voice only enticing you further. But you were too excited to show Hobie your new tattoo that you got done specifically for him.
You didn't say anything when you took off Hobie's sweater, showing off your low-rise jeans that almost expose your ass and thong. You only wore a bra, so the tattoo wouldn't get covered.
There it was. It wrote; 'Hobie' right on the slope of your ass. Hobie was stunned, to say the least. He almost felt drool dripping out of his mouth, even. He pulled you in his lap almost instantly when he laid eyes on the ink tainted on your body.
''Fuck, princess. You couldn't have gotten any hotter.'' Hobie kissed your back, trailing downwards to the tattoo. His hand slaps your left cheek, firm and slender hands landing on your ass. You let out a small whimper, it only made your panties a lot more soaked than it was.
''Hobie...'' ''Want me to bend you over and fuck you from the back, hm? 'Wanna see my name bounce on your ass.'' His hands toyed with the flesh of your butt, his nails trailing on his name.
You moan in response, grinding on Hobie's thigh.
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might write a part two to this with full smut ! ‧₊˚ ⋅ fusaes 2023 do not copy
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hobiebrownbrowser · 10 months
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Incubus Hobie Brown x FEM!Reader!
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Ever since you'd had that erotic dream a couple of days ago, Something seems to have broken through. You'd either wake up in a cold sweat or extremely horny. It became a common thing before you'd realized it.
The internet would have answers too at least some of your questions. You looked up the simple thing your brain could think about.
"What does an Incubus do?" An incubus is a demon in male form in folklore that seeks to have sexual intercourse with sleeping women.
"What is an Incubus?" A male demon believed to have sexual intercourse with sleeping women.
Well it was what you were looking for, but it didn't answer your specific question. Why did it choose you? The question kept repeating, traversing into every part of your mind until you'd eventually gave up.
Sleep was slowly taking over every part of you. You knew he'd be there, Remembering every detail of his face before he'd just drain you out the next day. You were scared, yet infatuated. A hefty sigh pursuing past your lips.
You put on some soothing music, laying your body on the cozy comforter so it could rest, Your heartbeat accelerating the more you'd think of the man who called to you.
That devilish smirk on the corner of his lips where his lip piercing resided, Shamelessly wanting to feel his touch roam your body.
It had only been a few minutes, or so you thought. Your eyes snapping open as you feel something putting pressure on your body, His brown-reddish eyes peering down from above.
You couldn't do anything but stare. He's figure leaning lower, his beauty unmatched with mankind itself. Everything felt so real, The slow caress of his ringed fingers up your sides, The air hitting your nipples once the soft fabric rested over your collarbone. A calm sigh leaving you as he pinched your sensitive buds between his fingers.
Something piercing cold making your breath hitch as he captured one of your nipples between his lips. His low monotone eyes not leaving yours, The palm of his hand guides itself between your legs, drinking up every reaction from you.
"Your so wet f'me doll." He loved the way you whimpered, wanting to drown you in nothing but everlasting pleasure. He wanted too fuck you until you could make him feel again, Every ounce of his body aching for you.
He wanted to feel you, He needed you, pulling you down by your leg until your faces were inches apart, his lips softly planted on yours as he slipped his tongue inside of your mouth.
He licked his fingers that was coated with your slick. Your eyes watching with anticipation as he takes his sweet time lingering above you, You could see it, the tip of his cock twitching as he admires your body.
He wanted to take his time with you, but Miguel would give him another boring lecture, You were his "prey", nothing more. He didn't think that way, the thought pushed aside as he heard a soft whine.
"Please..." You were waiting so patiently for him. He stared in awe, his cock spreading your wet folds, Your cunt aching around him as he slowly pushes himself into you.
A loud gasp alarming his ears that quickly turned into a shallow moan. Your breasts bouncing with the rhythm of his thrusts. You couldn't feel pain, only the pleasure that seeped through the cracks of your dream.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the sultry of pleasure that rushed through him. You were tight, sucking him back in as he pulled out.
His groans became more potent the more his thrusts fastened, His breathing heavier once your pussy found that nerve at the base of his cock without much effort.
You grasped around him so perfectly, A white ring formed beautifully around the base of his cock. Your voice seeping out like honey as you urged him to go rougher, Your mind completely blank as he hits that delightful spot in you.
His sharp canine teeth drawing blood from his own lip as he felt the need to cum.
"Inside...cum inside!" His hips faltering only a few minutes later as his semen filled you, A loud groan echoing through your ears before everything completely faded to black.
"Gud' mornin, luv." Tired lazy eyes looking down upon you, his lips twisting into a devilish grin, his body deteriorating in front of your sight.
Your body jolted awake, the sounds of birds chirping outside your window as you realized the sun had risen. You knew you had soaked the bed with your arousal, A small huff emitting from you.
You'd have to wash your sheets now.
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Ik I should've done a male reader, then again I'm a female. 🧍🏾‍♀️and ik this one is a bit silly 💀
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pearlsinmyhair · 8 months
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⭑ experience
thinking about how hobie is a firm believer of experiencing music.
which is not an unusual or particularly punk concept. he likes concerts because he can feel the base in his chest, on and off the stage. he likes meeting new artists because you start to understand the soul of songs alongside the sounds.
and when you tell him you love a song, he asks if you want to feel it.
and of course you interpret this as getting better speakers, or going to hear it live, or some typical way of feeling music. so when he offers up a night at his place to do so, you don’t expect anything crazy.
but hobie does his research, listening to the song over and over until ever note, every thrum, every vocal rhythm is committed to memory.
why? , you may be asking.
well, it’s much easier to fuck you into the mattress to the tune of it when he can anticipate the exact rhythm his thrusts need to be.
he’ll throw you into missionary, working you up until your dripping and needy. he’ll grab his phone and click a playlist, sliding into you as the first sounds of your song come through his bluetooth speakers.
and he commits. doesn’t matter how much you beg him for a change, he’s sticking to the song until it’s over.
“oh fuck, hobie. please-“ you whine, your hands grasping the pillow behind your head as your hips buck, trying to work him up into moving faster.
“easy there.” he coos, almost mockingly as he places a hand on your lower abdomen to press you firmly down into the bed. “i thought you liked this song.”
the sex is amazing, but it always is with hobie.
the bad part is the aftermath.
because now, when the song plays on the radio or your playlists or anywhere, you get a pavlovian response of heat between your legs and a throb in your core.
and it’s even worse when hobie’s there, because he’ll lean close and whisper
“i still remember the tune if you feel like another round.”
as his hand strokes up your thigh, cupping your crotch in his palm as you keen.
i’m back~ did you miss me?
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hanasnx · 10 months
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MINORS DNI 18+
Sitting on HOBIE BROWN's lap, facing him, while he’s pawing your hips. The force behind them shifting you marginally back and forth. An invisible pull exists between the two of you, a magnetism you can’t deny. Your dampened panties gliding over the raise in his jeans.
“Can feel your heartbeat.” he informs you, a little too pridefully for your tastes. Dark eyes glancing from your seat on his crotch to meet your own gaze. It’s as if he’s gloating his power over you, his surreal physical affect on you.
It didn’t occur to you that your heartbeat is something he’d care to listen in on— didn’t realize it’s within his capabilities. Does that mean he’s heard how it pounds in your chest every time he looks at you? “What? Like, with your spider sense?” Now that he mentions it, your entire body feels the rippling affect of your blood pumping, rushing to where your bodies connect. Nerves combusting at the sight of him sizing you up.
Hobie’s taunting and maddening smile widens, biting down onto his glinting silver piercing to stifle his own excitement. He shakes his head. “Nope.”
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l13 · 10 months
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bitter
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dunno what brought this on but reader has good taste;P also let's pretend that lyla is team reader x miguel for plot reasons
word count: 2.3k
WARNINGS: NSFW 18+, MDNI, f!reader, ex!miguel, aged up bf!hobie<3, miguel has some v descriptive sexual thoughts about you (p in v sex, f!receiving oral), swearing, jealousy, ANGSTTT
English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any misspells, errors or grammatically incorrect sentences.
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Miguel often thinks about how he ended up giving in to his desires and starting a situationship with you, how he regrets it when he can tell how you've fallen for him. How your eyes crinkle when you smile at him, looking at him like he hung the moon. He regrets it because that's how he looks at you as well.
Why’d you have to ask him on that stupid date?
“That’d be unprofessional.” is what Miguel had said in reply. Because it was the truth. You were only fucking, nothing more.
You’d scoffed, “Oh come on, Miguel, we’re not office workers. Surely we can go out together?”
“What, fucking me ain’t enough for you?”
You'd huffed, your expression dull, shaking your head in disbelief, “No, actually, it isn’t. I genuinely like you, is that so bad?”
Miguel had ignored the flip his stomach did at your confession “You know why we can’t, now drop it.”
“No, I want you to tell me why.”
“It’s not in the canon” He cringes every time he remembers what he’d said, but it doesn’t change the fact that he was right. He was, but fuck, how he wanted to be wrong. He so desperately wanted it to be him that you were meant to fall in love with, him you were meant to build a life together.
“Fuck the canon.” had been your reply, before you turned to walk away and he'd made no move to follow you.
He'd failed to ignore Lyla when she'd whistled, “That was painful even for me,”
“Jesus- can you not?”
“Yeah, yeah, I know, can't interrupt your brooding time. I'm just saying. You prevented the woman of your dreams from falling in love with you, because she's meant to fall for someone else? But that's stupid- Your heart literally jumps when you see her-”
“Lyla I swear to God, if you don't stop talking-”
And now, as he stands in front of your house months later, waiting for you to answer the door, Miguel found himself to be annoyed. Annoyed that he hadn't gotten your mission report on time, and had to come and fetch it for himself.
Some sick, twisted part of his brain wanted you to have forgotten it on purpose, and ignored his calls in order for him to come over, maybe reconcile- fuck your brains out till you're begging him to take you back, even if it meant putting your feelings aside.
“She better be home,” Miguel hisses to himself, his hand massaging his temples, and he doesn't even flinch when Lyla shows up out of nowhere “Oh, she is. The thermal scan picks her up, see? Wait who’s-”
Miguel was thankful for the interruption, but what he saw when you opened the door was not at all what he expected, or was even prepared for.
You were practically naked, an oversized t-shirt covering your body, stopping just under your ass and- Jesus Christ were those thigh highs? Yes they were, pretty ones, too. They were sheer white tights, that ended just in the middle of your plush thighs, the material hugging your legs beautifully, the very top of them decorated with a lace material, giving them a sexy twist.
God, he'd get on his knees right here and now if you just asked-Miguel licked his lips and cleared his throat, quickly averting his gaze, praying that he doesn't appear flustered.
“Miguel! Are you okay? Is something wrong? Hey Lyla-” you seem out of breath as you talk, clearly not bothered by your lack of clothing in front of him. Lyla offers you a bright hello and wave, one you softly smile at.
No, he's not fucking okay.
“I'm great.” he hisses, but really he was trying to convince himself of it. You study him for a bit longer before humming, not believing him for a moment.
“I need the report from the mission that you were sent to do yesterday. The one you forgot to send me.” Miguel inhales sharply and stands taller, trying to hide the fact that your presence damages his brain functionality severely, by trying to look more intimidating.
Memories of last night flash in your mind suddenly, being pressed against your bookshelf, the furniture rattling loudly, books almost toppling to the floor, but you didn’t have the heart in you to care. Not when he was grinding up at you, hand under your thigh to keep you upright as you moaned against his mouth crossing your legs around his waist and bringing him closer, the sound of your watch beeping pulling you out of your trance, “Fuck, wait. T-the reports-”
He undid your watch expertly with one hand, and you gasped trying to snatch it from his grasp, but he held it up above your head, placing it on top of your bookshelf carelessly, before grabbing the top shelf to brace himself and grind himself harder against you, moaning under his breath, “Fuck ‘em.”
Your eyes widen comically, and you sputter, “Right! Shit- fuck. I'm sorry, umm, wait here.” and you slam the door right in his face. Miguel's eyebrow twitches.
There's shuffling from inside before Miguel realizes that you're talking to someone-
“Can you go in five minutes? Please?”
“Nah, ‘m afraid I need to go right now, love. Got things to do, places to be.”
“Can't you open up a portal here?”
“When there’s a perfectly usable front door? I don’ think so,” “C’mon pretty.. what are y’so afraid of?”
“He’s our boss.”
“He’s your ex. Now, if you’re ashamed to be seen with me, I get it-”
“No! Baby, no. I just don’t want to rub it in his face, don't want him to think that I am either,”
“But that’s so boring. Let’s make ‘im suffer, you’ll thank me later-”
“Hob-”
The door opens suddenly and Miguel could act surprised, could act like he’s been waiting for quite a while not knowing what’s going on inside, but he doesn’t. Not when he’s face to face with Hobie. Not when he obviously knows how good Miguel’s hearing is, how he could definitely hear every word that was spoken, not when you’d tried to be nice- tried to whisper and be subtle, not when Hobie blatantly did the opposite out of spite.
So he just stares ahead with a blank face, as Hobie leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest lazily. There’s a hickey on his neck and Miguel feels like he might throw up.
And somehow, Miguel still thinks that this is all some sick joke, a prank, a dream. Anything to explain what he's seeing. Because there’s no way you're dating Hobie. There’s no way you fucked Hobie fucking Brown- the single most annoying person in Miguel’s life (after peter, of course). And after what, only eight months after you stopped seeing him? That's how long it took for you to get over him? He can almost hear Lyla laughing in his head, 'You're just bitter that you're not over her yet'
Hobie smirks at him “Hello mate, long time no see.” Miguel at least has the human decency to offer him a curt nod, which Hobie apparently finds hilarious as he huffs out a laugh, “'S alright if I send my report later, right? I'm kind of exhausted right now, did a lot of runnin' yesterday, y'know,”
Lyla visibly winces and disappears a second later.
Running. Miguel needed breathing exercises and he needed them now-
Miguel's eyes snapped to yours. Were you just gonna let Hobie talk all that shit, without saying anything? (Knowing Hobie's life was in imminent danger?) Apparently so, because you just scoffed and rolled your eyes with a smile on your face. What a great couple you two made.
He refused to believe that this is who you chose, refused to acknowledge that his anger was pointed at himself and not you. He’d never, ever, admit it, not even at gunpoint, but Hobie was a good kid, he’d treat you right and that's what pissed him off the most.
“Fuck the canon.” Hobie would have laughed and nodded in agreement at your words, not Miguel though. Miguel had said nothing and it had cost him his future with you.
Sensing that Miguel wouldn’t reply anytime soon, Hobie just shrugged nonchalantly, “Thanks for understanding, boss.”
Miguel felt like he could hear his own veins pulsing. Boss, he'd called him boss. That little-
Turning to you, Hobie throws a hand around your waist and squeezes you against him, pressing a kiss on your cheek “I'll see you later love, don' forget to put some ice on that, yeah?” he lays a slap on your ass that makes you almost tumble forward, and Hobie's smirk widens when he sees Miguel ball his fists at his sides, nostrils flaring. Hobie throws a wink at Miguel before squeezing through him to walk out, seeing as Miguel didn't make any attempt to get out of the way.
Miguel doesn't turn to see him open up a portal to leave, he's too busy looking at the way the multi-colored lights illuminate your face, how you grin and wave shyly at your boyfriend.
“So sorry about him.. d'you wanna come in?” you ask, shifting from one leg to another once the portal disappears. Miguel just stares at you, eyes hooded, mouth pressed in a tight line.
“Ookay, I’ll just go get the- yeah” you trail off and turn to walk deeper into your apartment, and Miguel hates himself for craning his neck to catch a glimpse of your ass. And then hates himself even more when he thinks about how smug Hobie would be if he knew Miguel was checking out his girl. He'd say some dumb shit like "Wanting somethin' you can't have again, boss?"
Meanwhile, you're standing on your tippy-toes in front of your infamous bookshelf, arm outstretched, trying to grab your watch but to no use, cursing Hobie in your mind for putting it so high up. You had no idea that by trying to get your stupid watch, you were giving Miguel the perfect view of your backside, seeing as your shirt rode up each time you stretched out your arm.
No, fuck that. You knew exactly what you were doing, and Hobie was right. Let him suffer. He chose this, so now he can deal with the consequences.
Miguel wanted to give everything up right then and there. It's funny how quickly you could strip him of his morals, and he just wishes he could have done that before realizing he'd lost you forever. He could picture his future in his mind so clearly, if only he'd just said yes to your question.
“Will you go out with me?"
He’d resign, move out some place nice, next to a beach preferably. Spend his days laying on the sand and drinking piña coladas with no care in the world.
Except you’d be there. Straddling his lap to steal his drink, giggling and laughing when he tried to take it back from you. He’d grab your hips and with a swift motion you'd switch places, your back against the hot sand. The drink would spill from the movement, the liquid falling over your bikini covered tits, and you’d gasp oh-so prettily when he’d bend to lick it all up.
You’d moan even sweeter when he’d move lower, when he’d eat you out till you’re a crying, babbling mess, whining that you can’t take it anymore. Oh, but you could. You would take it, and he’d prove it when he’d later fuck you against the pool, and he’d make sure he fucked you good. Your mewls would be panted against his ear as he’d thrust into you relentlessly, your fingers digging into his wet back, and all he’d taste would be your pretty moans and the faint taste of rum against his tongue.
His cheeks would hurt from how hard he'd be grinning as he stared at you when you both would go for a walk by the beach later. He'd jog up to you, springing you in his arms, nuzzling his head against your hair- your distinctive smell fogging up his brain- your laughter mixing together, as you chased each other through the waves.
When you'd had enough, and stood panting, your -now wet- dress clinging to you like second skin, he'd drop to his knee, pulling out a ring from his pocket, one he was anxious not to drop when he was chasing you around, and you'd gape at him, tears already welling up in your eyes.
You would have said yes that night. In fact, the word would have been repeated against his shoulder as he fucked you later, rolling his hips into you slowly, kissing your pretty tears, holding you, loving you–
“Done! I just sent it–,” you could have sworn you and Miguel shivered at the same time when he blinked down at you, his mouth parted. His eyes were glistening all of a sudden, and it made your whole being fill with a sense of longing and dread.
“Lyla?” you swallowed harshly at Miguel's hoarse tone, gnawing at your lip as you avoided his gaze.
It was as if Lyla knew not to fuck with him either, because she didn't even make him beg for it, instead pulling up a hologram that showed the report, “Yup, got it!”
You cleared your throat, eager to get back into bed and forget the look on his face just now, suddenly feeling nostalgic for a memory you couldn't quite place- “I'm sorry that I forgot, it won’t happen again, promise.”
Yes it will.
“See you back at HQ?”
Miguel hums, not saying anything, not even caring to correct you, because he’d sooner see you in his dreams than at headquarters.
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HOBIE STOLE YOUR GIRLLL that's rough buddyD; WELP too bad, lyla play 'no church in the wild'
🎶🎶what's a god to a non-believerrrrr who don't believe innnn anythinggggg💃💃
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HATE FUCKING. PROWLER!HOBIE
⚝ CONTENTS NSFW, rough sex (consensual), reader gets manhandled, a little dumbification, degradation, hobie has a frenum & a lorum piercing ᵎᵎ wc 2.5k
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24 days, 18 hours and 4 minutes have passed since you and your now ex-boyfriend, hobie brown, have broken up.
life being hobie’s girlfriend wasn’t always pink. he didn’t like to open up that much, you often felt like he kept secrets and he always ignored any problems that arose in the relationship. and even though you loved each other, even though the relationship was great overall and the sex was amazing, the last straw was finding out that hobie was none other than the vigilante ‘the prowler’, which was hunted down heavily by police.
it all happened when you came across a box of interesting gadgets and designs, detailed schematics and tools to use for building them. now sure, you had some suspicions for a while about what hobie’s actual job entailed but hearing it out of his mouth was like getting stabbed. it wasn’t necessarily the information that he was indeed the prowler that gutted you, but more-so the absolute audacity of this man to put his life at risk and lie to you about it.
it all ended up becoming a huge fight that lasted for hours, time in which you insulted each other to the bone, yelled until your lungs gave out and threw everything you could get your hands on at each other. you were devastated. sure, your relationship might not have been perfect, but how did hobie expect for you to trust him if he couldn’t trust you with a part of his own identity? the summary of the fight resulted into you two breaking up in an ugly way and having the worst meltdowns possible because of it.
now, after so many days, you had finally tricked yourself into believing the outcome was for the best. you had stashed every item that had ever belonged to hobie into a box and placed it into the corner of your closet, saying you’ll throw it out when you get the time. obviously, that never happened, as you always found new excuses not to. you were sure you hated hobie.
and in retrospect, hating him was better than acknowledging how badly still loving him hurt. you dreaded the nighttime because you knew the moment you cuddled up in bed you were met with memories and dreams of him that would just not leave you be. even his pillow had lost all scent of him.
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you entered your apartment with a sigh, tossing your keys on the couch. it had been a long day, with a long shift at work and even though your stomach was rumbling and your house was a mess, the only thing on your mind was slipping out of those clothes and get into bed. as you removed your jacket you heard the sound of footsteps against the floor. you looked around, panicked. no.. must’ve been coming from outside? until, you hear it again.
you quickly grab a knife from the kitchen, holding it in a trembling hand as you make your way to the source of the sound: your bedroom. as you step in you see a tall, shadowy figure going through your closet and you raise your hand, to strike. with a sudden shift you feel a hand go to your wrist, a tight grip making you drop the knife to the floor. you were about to scream before one large hand dropped over you mouth and you felt the familiar scent of cigarettes hit your nostrils.
“what the fuck, woman? are ya’ insane?” hobie half-yells as he takes a step back, letting you take the information in. he was there. in front of you. in your room. he looked,, awful. “what the fuck are you doing in my house?” you say between grit teeth as his face softens and he sighs “i uh.. came t’.. get my stuff” his eyes trail to the prowler mask that lay on your desk.
“you could’ve called. i thought i was getting robbed!” you cross your arms as his eyebrows furrow “i did. y’blocked my fucking phone number!” oh yeah. you did do that. oops. you play with your fingers anxiously “right..” hobie says with a big breath as he turns around to the closet “okay, maybe stop going through my stuff?” you place a hand on his shoulder, pulling him away. hobie watches you with wide, confused eyes.
“i wasn’t? i’m lookin’ for my stuff because i know this is whe’e you keep your shit! stop making a fuss out of anythin’ “ he groans as he turns again “oh, i’m making a fuss?” “oh great, there we go” hobie scoffs as you grab him by his jacket “you listen to me. you don’t get to come to my house uninvited and start bitching. now move over so i can give you your shit and leave. i’m sick of you” you push him to the side with a hiss, starting to look for his box of things.
hobie rolls his eyes, trying not to let his demeanour drop. he didn’t come over with the thought of getting back together, even if it was permanently on his mind. but hearing you treat him like that.. it hurt. he sat himself down on your chair, propping his legs up on the desk as he waited.
after a short amount of time you pull the box out, placing it on the table with a loud bang “there. it’s all in here” hobie gets up and starts going through it with pursed lips “is this?…” he asks wide-eyes as he takes out a studded bracelet with your initials on it, his first ever gift to you “yeah.. it is.. i have no use for it anymore so feel free to give it to someone else” you cross your arms, not meeting his stare.
hobie did not consider himself a sensitive person at all. yet in that moment it was as if glass shattered into his toracic cavity and pierced through his every muscle “give.. give it to someone else?” he scoffs in disbelief “i gave this to you” he says as he holds a hand out, trying to see if you’re going to take it or not. you shake your head after a few moments of hesitation “no. i dont need it. and in case you havent realised it yet, i hate you. so please, be on your way” you gesture to the door.
this time, hobie is overcome by rage “say tha’ again?” your eyes finally meet his, watching them get darker “what? that i hate you?” you almost feel hobie’s patience snap in half “you hate me now, d’you?” he spits out. you, however, hold your ground “yeah. i do. i think i made myself pretty clear” a hand flies to your wrist once again, pulling you closer “i think you need to stop lying to y’self”
you try to pull yourself away from his grip “hobie! let go!” the man just towers over you, his presence now more intimidating than ever “no. i am sick and tired of this bullshit. you hate me tha’ much? then why haven’t y’thrown this shi’ away?” he points to the box of things, making you bite down on ur lip “you want t’play that game? fine. y’re nothing but a liar” he hisses as you turn to him, in shock “i’m the liar?! me?! after all of the years you have lied to me about being the prowler?!”
hobie lets out a low chuckle as he moves away from you “you still hung up on that, huh?” “still hung… hobie, the main reason of our breakup was the fact that you lied to me! you led me to not be able to trust you, do you even hear yourself?!” hobie’s hand grips at the table, the veins on his arms pulsating. “i did that to fucking protect you! y’think i liked leaving secretly every night to patrol the streets just so i make sure y’re safe?! no! but i did it anyway. fuck…”
you blink at him in bewilderment. your lips part, but no sound comes out of your mouth as your neck goes dry “you want to say y’hate me? fine. go right ahead. i can lie like tha’ too” you had never seen him so angry before. your hands tremble as you try to reach for him, not because you’re afraid, but because you don’t know what to say. “hobie..” you choke out his name.
you don’t even realise when hobie takes ahold of you, pushing you to a wall and kissing you like he’s starved, attacking your lips and biting them every chance he gets. you don’t take long to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in even more as your teeth clash together. his hands roam your body, fingers finding their way to the zipper of your jeans before he pulls them off. you break off the kiss, lips parted and face flushed with need as you follow suit and take off your top and unclasp your bra.
hobie watches you as you do so before scoffing “hate me but are quick t’get undressed the moment i get handsy? fuck, this is such a joke” he grunts before picking you up with ease and throwing you on the bed, flipping you on your stomach and climbing on top. you’re so wet. you shouldn’t be this wet. anyone else would be absolutely terrified with the way hobie was acting. yet you knew him too well, you knew his frustration came from missing you so much, from you telling him that you hate him when you clearly didn’t.
his hands grab at your hips as your face gets pushed down into the mattress and you moan the second you feel his bulge press against your clothed pussy “hate me, yeah? you’re nothing but a needy slut, lookin’ fo’ attention” his hands travel to your breasts, pinching at your nipples. your body shudders at the feeling “p..please, hobie– “ “please? please what?” “i need you” “do ya’?” a low chuckle “ain’t that funny”
he moves one of his hands to you panties as he slowly drags them down to reveal the mess underneath. your arousal drips down your thigh “fuck me, y’re so fucking dirty. a dirty liar, that’s what y’are” hobie growls before inserting two fingers into your cunt. you grip at the sheets, a long moan dropping from your lips as you raise your ass up even more so he can go deeper. unfortunately for you, that doesn’t happen, as hobie’s fingers suddenly leave your pussy and he watches as your hole clenches around nothing, in desperation “she wants me so bad, doesn’t she?” he purrs as you whine.
with a tug at your shoulders he lifts your upped body up, making you turn around to face him “clean this shit off” he gestures before you obediently suck on his slicked fingers, looking up at him. hobie lets out a sharp breath as his dick strains against the fabric of his boxers “you hate me?” he asks when you’re done, before grabbing your jaw and pulling you closer “nah.. i hate you” and he turns you around, pushing your head back into the mattress as he slips his pants off.
soon enough he slams into you, fingernails digging into your hips as you moan in the fabric of your sheets “hob.. hobie.. ahh.. oh god!” you scream as you try to adjust to his size. it had been a long time since you had fucked him and taking him all at once was a bit hard to do. but you were so aroused you couldn’t think straight, you wanted him to fuck you so bad it quite literally hurt “strugglin’ t’ take all of me in? missed this cock, did you, you slut? fuck.. i hate you” he mumbles as he goes faster, his lips stuttering at every stroke.
you soon become to fucked out to even think as hobie’s tip pressed against you g-spot just right. you move a hand between your legs, pressing two fingers to your clit as you try to get off, moaning into the sheets “look at you, tryin’ t’get off like a little slut. wann’cum that bad?” you whine as your digits drag over your puffy clit, your insides being absolutely destroyed with hobie’s pace and the way his piercing’s rubbed against your gummy walls.
“it’s too much, hobie… please” you manage to get out as he lets out a low chuckle “you’re begin’ me now? y’can take it” and you realise he’s right, that it would’ve been so much more painful for him to pull out at that moment and leave you there, hot and bothered, unable to pleasure yourself the way he did. and you knew the reason that hobie didn’t pull a stunt like that was because he was close, maintaining his pace as he starts to fuck up his words.
“such a.. f..fuck… such a dirty whore.. i hate you.. mhm.. i hate you so much” he groans as he throws his head back, adam’s apple bobbing up and down “say you hate me” hobie says as he slaps your ass, the sharp sting making you whine “i… i hate you” another slap “say it properly” “i ha… oh god, hobie!” you scream as you feel yourself come closer to orgasming. another slap “properly” tears stream down your eyes as, with a final rub to your clit you cum all over his cock, ruining your sheets.
hobie looks down at you as you drop limp on the bed, panting and too fucked out to utter proper words. he watches as your mouth opens but no words come out and he smirks “pathetic, ain’t ya’?” you bite your lip as you close your eyes, the words finally escaping your swollen lips “i love you” and hobie’s eyes widen, his pupils dilate and his heart thumps against his chest. you raise yourself, propping your upper body on your palms as you push your ass back, fucking yourself into his cock. the action catches him off guard, making him let out a guttural grunt of pleasure.
“want you to cum in me” you look back at him, begging him to keep fucking you. it doesn’t take long for hobie to comply to your demands, this time, staying silent. you try not to think of the nature of his silence and the reasons for it as his hips snap into yours. his strokes quickly become uneven and hobie parts his lips, staggered breaths coming out from between them.
“shit..” hobie moans as he grips your hips again, body shuddering all over as he shoots his cum inside of you, watching it drip from your pussy as he pulls out. you turn your whole body around, your back pressed against the bed as you caress his cheek with one hand. his eyes close slowly while you caress his cheekbone “i’m sorry” you whisper as his eyes open again, deep dark eyes staring into yours. and suddenly, his whole expression goes all soft, eyes closing again “so am i”
“i love you, hobie” you repeat your former affirmation as he caresses your waist and pulls a blanket on top of you. his lips find their way to your forehead, applying three gentle kisses “i love you too”
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