#spider punk x plus size reader
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HEYYY.. UHM IM BACK!!.. sigh i am so sorry i need MORE hobie x plus sized reader..
i was thinking of fluff that turns into smut, hobie and reader are just cuddling and kissing in their shared bed and things go to the other direction..
( idk why but i want like hardcore?? totally understandable if you can’t write that, my apologies!)
huge fan of your work, i love you sm!! /p ❤️🕸️
Sticks and Stones (Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Size!Reader)
Pairing: Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Sized!Reader
Category: Fluff/Smut (18+)
Warnings: (where do I begin???) Swearing, Making Out, Hickeys, Clit Play, Oral Sex (M!/F! Receiving), Cockwarming, Orgasm Denial, Vibrators, Multiple Orgasms (Hobie/Reader), Cum Eating, “Creative” Use of Webbing (Bondage), Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Butterfly Position, Semi-Reverse Cowgirl, Slight Daddy Kink, Squirting, References to Aftercare
Word Count: 4.4k+
A/N: Oh no dear there’s no need to be sorry! Hobie’s one of my favorite characters to write for, so it’s always lovely to receive requests for him (though I might’ve gone a little too wild with this one 🤭). (Also the reader knows that Hobie is Spider-Man in this continuity). I hope you enjoy! 🫶
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI
You sighed as you collapsed on your mattress, your belly and thighs jiggling as you lay flat against your cozy comforter. Your heart sank as you slowly turned on your side, your eyes falling on the cold, empty spot beside you. Sure, it was amazing having Spider-Man as your boyfriend...but you never really thought about the long periods of time when he'd be away. A knot of anxiety tightened in your chest as you bit the inside of your cheek.
Your mind raced as you thought about how many days he’s been gone for a special mission. Days and nights of you not knowing when-or if-he'd be back. You knew the risks he took, the countless dangers he came face to face with, all to protect the people of London…to protect you.
Your train of thought was disrupted when you felt someone smooth their hand over your hip. You gasped and jumped up, your heart nearly beating out of your chest as you kicked your legs forward. You froze when you saw Hobie standing in front of you with a cheeky grin.
"Still a bit jumpy, eh?" he mused.
"Hobie!" you squealed as you scrambled off the bed. You nearly tackled him to the floor as you wrapped your arms around his lanky frame and pulled him close. Your boyfriend sighed happily as he returned your embrace, his hands falling against the small of your back.
"Hi," Hobie whispered before kissing the crown of your head.
"Hi," you grinned. The two of you slowly parted before deeply gazing into each other's eyes. “I’m so happy you’re home,” you said with tears in your eyes. Your boyfriend grinned as he gently cupped your cheek.
“Glad to be home,” he murmured. Your heart fluttered as Hobie slowly dipped his head down and caught your lips in a tender kiss. You sighed and wrapped your hands around his neck as warmth swept across your body. You loved the way Hobie's lip ring brushed over your bottom lip as he tilted his head, his hands sliding down to rest on your hips.
"Never seen these before, they new?" Hobie smirked as he played with the elastic of your panties. You squeaked when he snapped it against your waist, the slight sting reverberating across the plush of your hips.
"Maybe," you said before playfully flicking his chest. Hobie chuckled as he pulled back.
"How 'bout we catch up in bed, yeah?" he suggested before gently stroking your love handles-a silent apology for his teasing. Your heart skipped a beat as you turned around and crawled back onto the mattress. You paused as you watched your lover shrug off his studded leather jacket and tossed onto a chair nearby. He smirked when he caught you staring.
"Like what you see?" he lilted as he pulled his shirt over his dark, puffy wicks. You blushed and squeezed your thighs together as he quickly stripped down to his briefs. Your lover flashed you a warm smile as he climbed onto the bed, the frame creaking as he crawled towards you. You smiled as he draped one of his lanky arms over your side.
“How’ve you been, dove?” he asked in a low, soft tone.
“Okay…even better now that you’re here,” you said with a bright smile.
“Oh?” Hobie hummed with a raised brow. You sighed and bit your lip.
“I missed you, so much,” you said as you traced your finger along the scar on his collar bone. Hobie nodded slowly, his expression growing more solemn at your words.
"I missed you, too," he said before kissing your forehead. "I'm so sorry, babe. I can’t imagine how hard it’s been for you,” he frowned as he smoothed his hand over your hip. You cupped his face and gave him a gentle smile.
“I’m just glad you’re safe,” you murmured. Hobie grinned as he rested his forehead against yours.
“Me too,” he murmured. Your cheeks flushed with heat he slipped his hand even lower, his fingertips rubbing over the globe of your ass.
“Hobie,” you blushed as he began to kiss along your neck. You squeaked when he took a handful of your bum and squeezed it tenderly.
“I was thinkin'...maybe we could make up for lost time since we're already here?” Hobie husked into your ear. You bit your lip as he continued to play with your plump ass, his fingertips greedily sinking into your supple flesh. You spread your hands against his chest, making him freeze his ministrations.
“If we do…could we maybe do things a little more rough tonight?” you asked hesitantly. Hobie tilted his head as he released his grip on your rear.
“How rough are we talkin'?” he asked, his voice dropping several octaves. You bit your lip, a rush of heat sweeping over your body as your clit throbbed against the fabric of your panties.
“You know…like that one time on New Year’s Eve,” you whispered as if someone were eavesdropping nearby. Hobie raised his brows and smirked.
“‘Course. How could I forget New Year’s?” he drawled before giving your bum another eager squeeze. “You sure you want me to be that rough with you again, though?” Hobie asked. You swallowed thickly as you eyed the bulge growing beneath his briefs.
“I-I’m sure,” you breathed. Hobie's smirk returned before he suddenly rolled on top of you and held your arms above your head. Your chest rose and fell as his lips just barely ghosting over yours.
"Remember the safeword from last time?" he asked, his eyes lit with arousal as he teasingly ground his hips against yours. You nodded and gasped as his cock brushed against your clit in a delicious way. "Let's get you out of these clothes then," Hobie rumbled. You parted your lips before he slipped his tongue inside your mouth, his hands hastily tugging at the band of your panties. You raised your hips and moaned as he rolled his tongue with yours in a sloppy, heated dance.
You gasped into his mouth as he shoved your underwear down your thick thighs and dismissively tossed them aside. Your eyes widened when he pulled away from your kiss, his lips slick with your combined spit as he quickly rolled your shirt over your shoulders. The corners of Hobie's mouth turned up as he brushed his fingers over your puffy, drenched folds. You squealed as he spread your labia apart with his deft fingers and dipped his head down.
“Such a needy little thing-already soaked and I’ve barely even touched you,” your boyfriend teased. You keened as Hobie rubbed his thumb up and down your engorged clit, your pussy squelching softly as he continued to stroke along your slit.
“H-Hobie,” you keened. He smirked against your cheek before suddenly slipping his hand away. You huffed at the loss of his intoxicating touch, only to furrow your brows as he shifted his eyes to the floor, then back to you.
“Get on your knees, love,” he clarified in a deep, raspy voice. You bit your lip as he shuffled back, allowing you space to climb off the bed. You slid off the mattress and yelped when he laid a sharp smack against your ass, your flesh jiggling at the harsh contact.
"There's that sexy arse I've been missin'," Hobie groaned as he slid his feet onto the floor. You slowly turned around before lowering yourself onto the carpet, your knees sinking into the plush fibers while Hobie stood up.
“Christ,” your lover rumbled as he hungrily eyed your soaked sex and palmed his cock through his briefs. Your heart raced as he grabbed the band of his underwear and slowly pulled it down his lean legs. Your mouth watered when his long cock sprang free and slapped against his dark happy trail, smearing pre-cum all over his pubes. A small whine escaped your throat as your empty pussy pulsed and yearned to be filled.
“Poor thing,” Hobie feigned sympathy as he stroked his shaft. Your mouth watered as he brought the fat tip of his dick to your mouth, a thick bead of precum painting your bottom lip. His eyes glowed with carnal desire as he threaded his long fingers through your hair. “You know what to do, sweet girl: keep that pretty mouth of yours open and cheeks nice and hollow,” he rumbled. You nodded as you rolled your tongue out, the tip of your wet muscle flicking against the lining of his frenulum.
“Shit,” Hobie grunted as he gripped your locks. You moaned as you wrapped your soft lips around the throbbing head of his cock, the salty taste of his precum flooding your tastebuds. Hobie groaned as you suckled on his sensitive tip while you smoothed your hands over the top of his thighs. His grip on your hair tightened with every contraction of your mouth around his length.
“Christ, baby,” he moaned as you swirled your tongue around his tip. You shallowly bobbed your head up and down his shaft while you fluttered your lashes, making sure to give him your best doe eyes. Hobie growled as he released his grip on the base of his cock and squeezed your head with both of his hands. Your eyes widened when he suddenly pushed you forward, shoving his entire cock inside your warm, slick cavern.
You gagged as his tip rubbed against your uvula, some drool spilling past the seam of your lips and dribbling down your chin. “Fuckin’ hell,” Hobie swallowed as he watched you take his cock. You dug your nails into his thighs as your nose became flush with his dark pubes, your throat constricting around his pulsating shaft.
Hobie released a guttural groan as you hollowed your cheeks around his length, his cock twitching deep inside you as he rolled his hips back before snapping them forward. You gagged as he fucked your face with desperate, feral thrusts.
"Open your throat up, lovie," he grunted. Hot tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft, his heavy balls slapping against your chin while you tried to relax your throat.
“Yeah, that's it baby-take my fuckin’ cock,” he growled as his brows knit together with pleasure. You kept your cheeks hollowed as you slobbered all over his veiny shaft, more of your warm spit sliding down your chin and neck. Hobie bared his teeth as he used your throat like a fleshlight-fucking your tight airway completely raw with his long, quivering shaft.
“God, your throat’s so fuckin’ tight,” he hissed as he dug his nails into your scalp. Your eyes rolled back at the slight sting as your pussy begged to be filled and stretched. The wet “plaps” of his cock slamming into your wet mouth echoed inside your small bedroom as you looked up at him. His lips were parted as he panted wildly, his body tensing as trembling with bliss.
"Mouth looks so pretty with my cock in it," he sucked in a sharp breath before throwing his head back. “F-Fuck! I’m close,” Hobie grunted as he fucked your face with quick, sloppy thrusts. You flared your nostrils as you tried to open your throat even more. He released a feral groan as he looked into your glossy eyes, his balls tightening against your chin.
“That’s a good girl: keep that throat open f’me when I-fuck!” he roared as he shoved you down his length for the last time. Your moans were muffled as he shot ropes of his thick, hot cum down your throat. Hobie grunted as he continued to sloppily thrust into your mouth, his warm seed coating every inch of your esophagus. Your boyfriend licked his lips as he watched you guzzle down his spend, his fingers woven through your locks and squeezing them tightly. You resisted the urge to cough and sputter as he let his cock soften inside your mouth. Relief washed over you as he dragged his dick past your stretched, swollen lips. Your throat burned as you curled your lips together before audibly swallowing the last traces of his spend. Hobie sucked in a sharp breath when you showed him your clean tongue.
“Fuck me,” he muttered as he loosened his grip on your hair. You gave him a mischievous grin as you wiggled your hips.
"Did I do well...daddy?" you purred. Hobie's eyes slightly widened at your name for him before his lips curved into a smirk.
“You did good, sweetheart,” he cooed. You gasped when he suddenly tugged your hair and bent his knees a little, his face hovering over your own. “But I'm not done with you yet,” your boyfriend rumbled. You keened as he dragged you to your feet, his lips wrapping around yours in a passionate, sloppy embrace. Your head spun as he pulled your hips against his, your pussy lips grazing over his flaccid cock as he sank onto the edge of the mattress. "Turn around f'me, sweet girl," he purred and rubbed your waist. Your legs shook as you slowly turned around, your plump ass grazing over his lower stomach.
"Hold on," he breathed. You tilted your head as Hobie leaned over to your nightstand and rummaged through the drawer. Your throat tightened when he pulled out your white vibrator with a wry grin.
"Oh, don’t worry. I'm not mad," he chuckled in a low, husky voice. You swallowed as he turned it on, the toy humming to life and sending a spark of pleasure through your core. "In fact, I think it's fuckin' hot you think 'bout me while you fuck your cute pussy open," Hobie murmured, his soft lips dancing over the shell of your ear. You squealed when you felt his cock twitch beneath you, your clit throbbing against the slight contact.
"Now, go on and be a good girl and warm my cock 'til I'm ready again," he muttered. Your toes curled as you nodded. You took a deep breath before grabbing his semi-hard cock and guiding the tip to your weeping entrance. Both of you moaned as you slowly sank down on his length, Hobie's fingernails digging crescents into your plush hips. You mewled at the sudden fullness, the tip of his cock grazing over your g-spot as your gummy walls hugged his veiny shaft.
“Fuck,” you sputtered as waves of pleasure rippled through your core.
“That's my girl-takin' my cock so well,” Hobie praised as he rubbed his palm up and down your thigh. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you fully sheathed yourself on his cock, his length buried deep within your clenching pussy. You barely had time to adjust to the fullness before he suddenly pressed the round tip of the vibrator against your puffy bundle of nerves. Your moans rolled out of your throat like claps of thunder as Hobie bombarded your clit with wave after wave of mind-numbing tremors.
“S-Shit Hobie!” you keened as you ground your ass against his lean abs. Your boyfriend pecked your cheek as he circled your sensitive nub, his other hand occupied with pinching and massaging one of your hard nipples.
“You feel me down there, (Y/N)? Feel me stuffin’ your tight, needy cunt with my cock?” Hobie grunted as he squeezed your nipple.
“Y-Yes!” you cried as you rolled your hips back and forth, desperate for friction. Your boyfriend smirked against your goosebump-riddled skin as he stroked the toy up and down your juicy slit, spreading the warm arousal across your engorged button.
"Swear this pussy was made f'me," Hobie groaned as your slick walls pulsed against the bulging veins of his shaft. You curled your toes as he drew tighter circles around your sensitive nub, a ring of cream starting to form around the base of his cock. You moaned as Hobie rolled your nipple between his digits even faster.
“Oh shit baby-keep squeezin’ me like that,” he rumbled as he massaged your perky bud and bundle of nerves at the same pace. Your throat tightened as you felt a familiar pressure rise in your core.
“Feels so good, Hobie,” you whined as you rocked your hips back. You shivered as your boyfriend pressed his lips against your pulse and sucked, his mouth expertly weaving a tapestry of raw hickeys across your skin. You felt every muscle in your lower belly start to wind into a tight, searing knot as the vibrations shot straight to the center of your core.
“Fuck, daddy. I-I-“ you opened your eyes when the pleasurable tremors suddenly stopped. Hobie smirked against your skin as you flared your nostrils. “Hobie please!” you keened as you tried to bounce yourself on his dick. Your boyfriend clicked his tongue as he squeezed your whole breast, drawing a whine from you.
“Not yet, love,” he murmured with a wicked grin. Your bottom lip jutted out as you felt your orgasm grow further and further from your reach.
“Please please please,” you begged as you threw the back of your head against his shoulder. Hobie sighed contemplatively as he smoothed his thumb over your nipple.
"Alright, but only ‘cause you did such a good job suckin’ my cock," he lilted after a long pause. Your shoulders relaxed when he flicked the vibrator back on and tenderly massaged your nub again.
“Yes,” you moaned and arched your back. You relished in the bliss of the thrumming sensation pulsing against your clit again. You gasped and shivered as he bucked his hips up ever so slightly, his hand roughly squeezing your breast while his hot breath fanned over your neck.
"Keep bouncin' like that, love," Hobie grunted before planting another wet kiss on your pulse. You bounced on his shaft in time with his steady thrusts, your head spinning with pleasure each time your hips smacked against each other.
"Shit, daddy," you keened as your body jiggled with your movements. You felt your walls start to flutter again as your pussy soaked his lap. "So close, I'm-" you snapped your eyes open when Hobie pulled the toy away and shut it off.
“Hobie!” you huffed as he smirked against your neck.
“Yes love?” he asked with a teasing voice. You frowned and wriggled in his lap.
“Please Hobie, please let me cum,” you begged, the pressure inside you borderline unbearable. You gasped as he grabbed your hips and suddenly pulled out, his cock leaving your pussy with a slick "pop". You yelped as he spun you around and laid your back flat against the comforter. His lips were curved in a dangerous smile as he reached over to the nightstand again, this time attaching a web-shooter to his wrist.
"Hands above your head, pretty girl," Hobie commanded softly. You parted your lips, your pussy growing even more wet at the thought of your wrists being bound by his webbing while he fucked you senseless. You made sure to spread your legs open, giving him a nice view of your cunt as you raised your hands above your head. Hobie grinned as he pumped his cock in his free hand while he held his other hand up with his index, pinkie and thumb out. It wasn't long after a quick "thwip" that the sticky, strong webbing wrapped around both of your wrists.
Hobie shot you a wry grin as his shadow loomed over you. You puffed out a breath of hot air as he lined the swollen head of his cock to your entrance
"Like it when I tie you up like this, hm?" he murmured lowly. You whined and nodded as you raised your hips. "Yeah, that's my good little slut," Hobie rumbled. Your jaw went slack as he grabbed your hips and sheathed his cock inside you in one swift thrust.
“Oh fuck,“ you choked as the head of his cock slammed against your cervix. You gasped as he started to ruthlessly pound into your pussy, the bed shaking and groaning beneath his rough thrusts. You cried out as your hole was mercilessly stretched wide open, his shaft dragging along your gummy, slick walls with an untamed fervor. Hobie squeezed your love handles as he pulled your hips impossibly closer to his, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix with every thrust.
“Shit baby girl. Pussy’s so fuckin’ perfect ‘n tight,” he rasped as he drove his dick harder inside your greedy sex. You whimpered as you felt his balls slap against your puckering asshole, the sound driving your mind deeper into a lustful frenzy. Hobie squeezed your love handles again as you began to squeeze your eyes shut.
“Eyes on me, love. Wanna see your pretty eyes when you cum all over my cock,” he growled before spanking the side of your thigh. Your flesh bounced as you did your best to focus on his chocolate brown eyes. You whimpered as you felt yourself already nearing the steep edge of your release, your muscles feeling even tighter this time from his edging. You stared directly into his eyes as your walls clenched around his cock in a vice grip, sucking him closer to your womb.
“H-Hobie, fuck!” you screamed as your hips snapped up. Your vision flooded with white as your body trembled with unbridled bliss. Your walls deliciously pulsed around his shaft as your pussy drenched his cock with your slick cream. You trembled and moaned beneath your lover as your body was caught in the riptide of mind-numbing rapture. “Hobie,” you repeated his name like a sacred prayer as your limbs turned to jelly.
Your boyfriend kept his eyes trained on your face as he knitted his brows, his cock throbbing and growing heavier inside your tight canal.
“Mmm such a good girl-makin’ a mess on my cock,” your boyfriend swiped his tongue across his lips. Your cunt pulsed at his praise as you arched your back. Hobie chuckled before he leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours, his hips spreading your legs apart even further. “Nearly there, love. Gonna drench this pretty cunt with my cum,” he panted as his hands planted on either side of your head.
Your head spun with dizzying ecstasy as your pussy squelched obscenely with each of his hungry thrusts. Hobie's nostrils flared as he groaned and fucked you like a wild animal in heat. You moaned quietly as he slammed his length down to the hilt, his tip shooting streams of his hot cum against your bruised cervix.
“Fuck,” Hobie growled as he shallowly thrusted his dick forward, pushing his spend against the plug to your womb. Your legs shivered as he sloppily massaged your oversensitive walls with his meaty cock. “Fuck, that’s it,” he grunted as hus breathing stuttered.
You squealed as he gripped your hips while he pushed his shaft inside one final time, plugging up your oozing sex with his soaked girth. Tears of pleasure rolled down your plump cheeks as you felt his cock soften inside your spent, raw cunt. Both of you panted as he slipped his head back, a long, thick string of spit connecting your lips.
“How you feelin’?” Hobie murmured. His question almost didn’t register, your mind still drifting in the afterglow of your release. You caught your breath as your muscles began to relax.
“G-Good. Really good,” you gulped. Hobie smiled before pecking your lips.
“Good enough for another quick round?” he asked with a glint in his eyes. You raised your brows.
“You...serious?” you asked between breaths. Hobie chuckled as he slowly pulled out of your dripping pussy, his cum dripping down your slit and messily painting the bedsheets. You bit your lip as you watched Hobie glide his hands against the inside of your plump, stretched-marked thighs. He slowly sank to his knees, his mouth watering as he eyed your delicious, cum-stuffed pussy.
“I know, sweetheart. I just want to return the favor from earlier,” he husked before blowing a puff of hot air across your slick labia. You keened as he pulled your lower lips apart with his thumbs and hovered his mouth over your raw cunny. “That alright with you?” Hobie asked with a half-lidded gaze. You nodded and clutched the blanket again.
“Fuck, y-yes,” you stammered as you kept your legs spread for him. Your boyfriend grinned before he shifted his gaze down to your engorged clit.
"Good...been starvin' all day," he murmured. You moaned as he licked a bold, wet stripe up your slit. Your eyes rolled back as he tapped your clit with the tip of his tongue before flattening his wet muscle over your sensitive bud.
“Christ, your pussy tastes divine,” he murmured before pressing a sloppy kiss over your whole cunt. You moaned and bucked your hips forward as he swiped his tongue against your hole, collecting your combined juices and greedily guzzling it down like a man parched.
“Fuck, Hobie,” you hissed as he dipped his thick muscle past the tight rim of your hole. Your heart raced as eagerly pumped his wet muscle inside your slick cunt. Your body pulsed with heat as he dragged his tongue in and out, his pace sloppy as he sent sending shivers down your spine.
“Could eat this f’every meal and never go hungry, I fuckin’ swear,” he groaned before slapping your bum and diving back in. You moaned as Hobie indulged in your dripping cunt. He groaned as you ground your hips against his face, smearing your combined juices against his sharp chin. You squeaked when he pinched your thigh right as you squeezed your eyes shut again. “Eyes on me, baby,” Hobie reminded you before licking another bold stripe between your folds. You released a shaky breath and nodded before you gritted your teeth.
“Shit,” you moaned as he painted sloppy strokes up and down your slit. He inhaled sharply as he quickly sucked hard over your bundle of nerves, your clit aching with pleasure. “Oh my God,” you choked as he puckered his plump lips around your clit, his chin grinding against your puckering entrance. You squealed as he tenderly sucked on your button while he massaged your supple thighs. His low moans reverberated deep inside your core, your body shivering as he messily kissed up and down your pussy. Your eyes nearly crossed as he shoved his tongue inside your hole again, his languid thrusts making you gasp and strain against your binding.
“H-Hobie wait! I think I’m about to-“ your voice cut off when he pinched your clit. You let out a silent scream as your legs clamped down on his head, your second orgasm crashing over you in a violent wave of bliss. You wailed and rubbed your cunt against his face as your walls contracted around his soft tongue. Hobie’s eyes rolled back as you drenched his face, his mouth wide open and guzzling down your delectable juices. He rubbed your legs as you whimpered and rode out your orgasm on his lips.
You panted wildly as you felt yourself float back down to earth, your whole being trembling as you blinked away tears of pleasure. Hobie grunted as he slowly dragged his tongue out of you, his eyes glazed over with lust. He glanced at you as he pressed a quick kiss to your folds before leaning over your shivering form, his cheeks sucked in a little. You parted your lips as he lowered himself and suddenly slipped his tongue inside your warm mouth.
You mewled as the heady taste of your combined juices cascaded over your tongue and slid down your throat. Hobie rumbled lowly as he watched you swallow your spend. His eyes softened before he pulled back and carefully ripped the webbing from your wrists.
“Did so well f’me, sweet girl,” he murmured gently as he smoothed his hands over your hips. You gave him an exhausted grin as he rested on top of you, his tall form draped over your glowing body. You sighed as you wrapped your arms around his back, tracing your finger along every dip and curve of his muscles.
"Need anythin'?" Hobie asked, his lips brushing against your earlobe. You hummed to yourself.
"A bath would be nice," you smile sheepishly. Your boyfriend grinned before he pushed himself up. Your body glowed with warmth as you reached your hand over and cupped his face. “I think you'll have to carry me, though,” you giggled. Hobie chuckled as he smoothed his hands against your sides.
“Anything for my girl,” he murmured softly.
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Hobie Brown Dating Plus Size Reader
(Picture is not mine)
Part 1
This man loves you with his entire being
You’re a spider person as well.
Thinks your curves are the best thing ever
When you’re having a hard time or feeling down about yourself, he shows you how beautiful he thinks you are
Mirror sex
He constantly wants you to ride his face
“But Hobie, don’t want to crush you”
“I don’t give a fuck, I said sit on my face”
“What if I smother you”
“It would be the best death ever”
He likes to pick you up even though you say you’re too heavy. (He can literally pick up a car, he’s Spider-Man)
You help him clean up after missions
You nurse him
When y’all are sitting he constantly has his hand on your thigh
He loves keeping his hand on your hip and the small of your back
I’ll post pt 2 tomorrow :)
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Not anon since I actually wanna see this in my notifications if you do this requestlmao:
HOBIE WITH A VIRGIN READER, But:
Plot twist, reader is vulgar, she wears semi-skimpy clothing, always making stupid (yet creative) sex jokes like ‘that’s what she said’ etc, Make-out champ and stuff but in reality she just does whatever and it works for Hobie when it was a wild guess. Like- sexually experienced she definitely isn’t yet always acts confident
Knocking out 2 requests in one
{★} .. hobie brown x black!plus size!reader
rating. m
word count. 2.3k
synopsis. hobie never expected you to be a virgin and he's totally okay with that but you are not.
or
you and hobie mutually masterbate
🍓・．warnings❕no p in v sex, mutual masturbation, unprotected sex not advised, clothed sex, fingering, praise, cum on pussy, pussy job, Hobie as a dick piercing, mentions of religion and blasphemy, aftercare
If you had told Hobie you of all people were a virgin before the two of you had started dating, he would have thought you were pulling his leg. You? You in your skimpy clothes that deliciously left nothing to the imagination? You and the well-developed curves you loved to show off? You and your teasing innuendos? No way in hell you were a virgin, but alas, here you were after making out with him for the past 10 minutes, stalling really because you— in a crop top so small he could see the beginnings of your full breasts and low-rise jeans that showed off your waist beads partially hidden under the pudge of your stomach— had no idea what the hell to do beyond that.
Not that Hobie believed in the concept of “virginity”. He simply believed that people either have had sex before or they haven’t and either way, one does not make the more pure or better than the other. But still, you never had sex? With the confidence you had in your body— confidence well deserved— he assumed that you had left a long line of broken hearts in your sexy stride.
“Well, is this sometin’ you wanna do? I don’ want you to feel like you gotta do anytin’ wit’ me.” Communication was important in moments like these. If he was going to be your first sexual experience, he wanted to make a good impression, didn’t want to leave you scarred and traumatized.
You signed a little, your confident demeanor melting away just a little while you spoke. “I just don’t think I’m ready to go all the way, ya know? I’m sorry if you wanted mor—”
“Don’t be sorry, luv. Never be sorry ova tha’. We don’t gotta do anytin’,” Hobie assured you with a slight caress to your thick thigh the size of his literal head. There was something almost commercial about the difference in your sizes and body types. No one would expect someone so tall and lanky to be with a person so short and chubby but anyone who dared to comment on it could expect get their head bashed in by Hobie’s guitar.
“NO, no, I want to do something, just not that yet. I’m still a little…unsure about it but you think we can try something else?” You asked, hopeful that he’d be down for something a little more unconventional, but you knew Hobie preferred unconventional to anything else. “Of course, wha’cha thinkin’?” He siddled up next to you, his lips caressing the round of your cheek while his hand grasped the fat of your ass. All of this, so much of your to love and worship. He wanted to leave a mark on every piece of flesh he could get his hands on, lavish over every part no revealed to the world, parts few and far between but all the more sacred because of it.
You gently scratched at the nape of his neck while his hands roamed tenderly across you body, careful not to make you uncomfortable and fully prepared to pull away at any sign that you weren’t feeling it anymore. “Let's masturbate in front of each other.”
“You’ve been tinkin’ ‘bout this fo a while, then?” It came too fast from your lips to be anything you thought of on the spot. You slapped him on the shoulder but did not deny his claim because you have. It would be a lie to say you haven’t been thinking of him sitting in one of his many bean bag chairs with his legs spread apart, his hand stroking the length of his cock while he watched you use your fingers to stretch out your unused pussy. You thought about what he’d look like when he came. What the consistency of his cum looked like, what it tasted like. Did he shudder when he came, did he whine a little, did he moan and groan, you needed to know.
“Please Hobie, I really wanna try it.” You pulled back to give him your infamous puppy eyes, hoping that might be what convinces him. If only you knew he’d do absolutely anything you asked him to because his worship of you bordered on the lines of blasphemy. “Of course, luv.”
WIth one last kiss, the two of you parted completely, Hobie getting up to go sit on a chair across from his bed where he left you. A bit anxious, you began to fumble with the button to your your spared jeans in a some rush to get them off like you were going to miss some deadline.
“Come’ere.” Hobie motioned you over with his fingers and without a second to hesitate, you obeyed, walking over to him with a wrinkle in your jeans at your embarrassing attempt to get them off. He reached up, his eyes locking in with yours while his long, slender fingers skillfully doing what your chubby, stout ones could not. His hands traced the curve of your hip as he placed a soft kiss against the pudge of your belly. “Take’em off slow fa me. Gimme a show, luv.” WIth that, he removed his hands from your body and leaned back in the chair to enjoy the performance he prompted you to put on.
Pretending to be sexy was something you absolutely could do. You stepped back a bit, trailing your hands up and down the length of your torso to caress the curves of your body. Hobie let out something of a sigh as you slipped your thumbs into the waist of your pants and the band of your thong to pull them down simultaneously.
You turned around to face away from him, working your pants down your hips and your legs in a seductive manner before taking them all the way to the floor and flashing just a peek of that little pussy of yours at him as you stepped out of your clothes and kicked them to the side. And by the time you turned back around, Hobie already had his cock out, half-hard in his hand as he stroked his twitching length.
It was pretty, long, veiny, chocolate brown in color with a slightly lighter tip leaking dribbles of precum over his knuckles. He had a piercing through the head of it, a Prince Albert. You wanted to kiss it, have it in your mouth, slave over it, suck it like it was your favorite flavor of lolli. Anything Hobie-flavored was your favorite.
You moved back, maintaining eye contact with your boyfriend as the back of your knees his the edge of the bed and you fell onto it, now making eye contact with the thick monster he had between his legs. The sight of it made your pussy quiver at the thought of it being closer, being inside of you one day, fucking the daylights out of you.
"Go ahead, spread those legs fa me, baby. I wanna see tha' pretty pussy of ya's." Hobie sighed out, his cock now to its full length. If he were to let it go, it would rest well to his belly button. He stoked a little harder, anticipating the sight of your cunt on display for him to enjoy and him alone. There was an odd sort of perverted satisfaction he got knowing that you’d never had a sexual experience with anyone else other than him. No one in the entire world got to see this beautiful sight as your propped your feet up on the bed and spread them to reveal your sacred little hole, glistening and wet with arousal leaking out of it.
You used one hand to place behind you so you could hold yourself up while the other was used to rub your fingers in the mess your pussy made of itself, spreading the slick to your clit where you put most of your focus. Hobie hummed from across the room, a soft, wet fapping sound emanating from him as he fucked his hand a little harder, using his precum as lube to slick his path while he pretended it was in fact your sticky juices coating his cock.
You bit your bottom lip, watching with hooded eyes the way he fucked his own hand like he wanted to fuck you, nice and evenly paced but ultimately desperate for release. In some feeble attempt to imitate what his length might feel like stirring up your guts, you slipped a finger into your inexperienced hole, that being the most you could ever manage to fit. But it left you severely disappointed as you knew one of your tiny fingers could never even imagine imitating the length and girth of that pretty cock of his.
You thumb at your clit to the pace that his hand rubbed his cock, his own thumb stroking his sensitive head each time it got the chance to. “Hobie~” You whined for him as your head fell back and your eyes closed, the pleasure of it all so overwhelming. But Hobie snapped at you between breathless groans. “Keep ya eyes on me, baby. I wanna see ya eyes.” So you opened them and looked at him, his hand fucking himself even harder now, his hips bucking uncontrollably from pleasure.
You could only imagine what the sight for him looked like, a finger in your pussy with your thumb on your clit, fingers wet down to the knuckle, lips wet from your tongue. Open and desperate for him as your back arched and your pussy trembled. “Please–” You begged of him. “I want your cum on my cunt. Please…Hobie.” You didn’t just want it, you needed it. You needed to feel the essence of him coating your pussy you wanted your fingers to play in in, to slip your messy fingers into your mouth and taste him.
“You wan’ me to cum on ya pussy, dirty girl?” Hobie began to sit up, ready to give you just what you asked for. You whimpered, nodding in desperation, watching him make his way over and push you back onto the bed. He pulled your hand away from your core and tapped the tip of his weeping cock against your clit, letting out a few wet smacks at the contact before he grabbed the thickest part of your thighs and forced them up to your chest. “‘m gonna give ya jus’ what’cha wan’.” His voice was dark, feral. His piercing glistened with precum as he stroked his cock between your swollen, wet pussy lips.
Everytime he pulled back, his tip positioned itself right at your entrance, always threatening to push itself inside and give you all you were looking for. But it never did. It just stroked yoru hole a bit before gliding over it, his cock rubbing your pussy and clit until you were crying out his name like it was the only thing you could remember to say.
Each stroke of his cock left you more sensitive than the last, each rub of your clit sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body. An orgasm just on the horizon threatened to crash over you and destroy you much like a tsunami. It built itself in the pit of your stomach, your legs trembling and flexing in an attempt to close themselves and cast him out to avoid the unfamiliar feeling but Hobie forced them open without a care. “Open, keep’em open fa me.”
“Hobie, please, I can’t!”
“Yes you can, luv. I’m almost there.” He thrust against your pussy so hard his balls began to slap against your ass. “You wan’ my cum on ya pussy, righ’? You wan’ me to defile you, make ya all dirty fo me?” You nodded vigorously. You wanted that more than anything else in the world right now.
“Then take this dick.” Something about those words sent you over the edge. The tsunami crashed over you and seized your body like a demon. Your back arched off of the bed, muscles spasming and thrashing with an orgasm of an intensity you’ve never felt before. “Hobie!” You cried out his name, pussy spasming as you came. Hobie kept stroking, kept fucking, kept pleasing despite your calls, his breathy moans all you can hear as he nears his own orgasm.
And when it comes, so does he. His hips still and his cock twitches as he releases all over the face of your cunt. He coats your clit, your lips, your hole and paints them in milky white before spreading it about with his cock. “Goood girl.” He cooed at you in praise, slapping his cock in the mess he’s made of you. He claimed you as his, his for life. He owned this pretty pussy. It belonged to him. “Why does this pussy belong to?”
“You, Hobie, you.” You whimpered as he slapped his dick a little more against your pussy, sending jolts of overstimulating pleasure through your body until your toes curled.
“Tha’s righ’, don’ forget i’.” He bent over between your legs and kissed you, sliding his tongue into your mouth as his hand grabbed a fistful of your breasts. His cock was soft now, but it if kept stroking against your pussy, it would quickly be otherwise so he better stop while he’s ahead. “You did so good, luv. So good to me, so good fa me.” He bit your bottom lip as you hummed breathlessly into his mouth. “Lemme get you cleaned up.”
Hobie stood up and tucked himself away before going to the bathroom to grab a washcloth. You heard the water running for a little, some shuffling in the bathroom before Hobie came back with the washcloth damp. He parted your legs a little more and used the cloth to watch you, apologizing with a soft kiss to your knee and you jolted and whined when he went over your clit. And once he’s done he tosses the cloth into the dirty clothes and climbs into bed with you to hold you, whispering soft praises into you ear so you don’t feel used or taken advantage of.
“I love you.” He whispered as you were just on the cusp of slumber and took no offense when you snored softly as a response.
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My Goddess | Hobie xPlus-Sized!Reader
𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼»
- This is written as Fem!Reader. With explaining reader's body with a bra, feminine terms, etc. I will be doing a masc! and gender-neutral ones in the future!
- This was a recommendation! So thank you @karmiekkgzzz !
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“Okay! You ready?” You peek your head out, looking at Hobie, who’s wearing a grin on his smug face.
He nods; Hobie, your boyfriend, was waiting for you to show your next outfit. Hobie’s sitting back on his palms, looking at you eagerly. He wasn't wearing a shirt, only his favorite black jeans with all his patches. Your excited gaze travels from his face to his chest, appreciating his body for yourself. You have been waiting for these new clothes all week, and now you’ll give your boyfriend his promised fashion show.
You walk out, letting his eyes travel from your colorful socks to your lips that curl into a nervous smile. “So..?” You turn to your side, letting Hobie take a better look.
You wore a tighter-fitting outfit, showing your curves and rolls. You paired it with some comfortable shoes and jewelry to match the colors. You watch Hobie’s grin grow.
“You look fuckin' amazing, luv,” He chuckles, leaning forward like he’s taking a picture of you in his mind.
You feel the heat on your cheeks, the small praise making you feel beautiful. Hobie always took the extra time to appreciate your body. He stands up and walks over, holding your rolls firmly, like he didn’t want to let go.
He kisses your head, pulling you close and slowly swaying as you wrap your arms around his neck. “I have a goddess in my arms,” Hobie whispers against your lips, his grin growing larger as you giggle.
“Oh! I have the perfect outfit; hold on!” You slip out of his arms, returning to your closet to get on the next outfit.
You hear Hobie sigh with a smile; it was clear he wanted to hold you more.. to kiss you all over like he always did. But you promised Hobie a fashion show! So the show must go on.
After about ten minutes, you walk back out after Hobie groaned and complained playfully outside the door, all while you were changing. You wore a loose-fitting dress, the folds done in a way to make you look like an actual goddess. You saw Hobie’s jaw drop a little, causing an amused smile to creep onto your face.
“You like?” You walk over to Hobie, who’s sitting on your bed again.
You practically purr as he pulls you onto his lap, causing you to softly yelp, “Fuckin' magnificent, luv.” Hobie smiles, gently squeezing your thighs as you laugh with pink cheeks.
You smile, staring into his eyes as he blabs about you being a goddess; his words make you melt, but his eyes, jaw, and everything make you giggle like a little girl. You watch as Hobie takes your hand, gently kissing your knuckles and whispers something.
“I love you.” He smiles, his kiss trailing up your arm.
Hobie always says he loves you, no, really, he always says he loves you. Yet now, when he whispered a simple ‘I love you’ lovingly, it made your heart flutter. You feel Hobie’s hand travel from your thighs to your stomach, and you–naturally–suck in. You see his smile fade as you look away; the fear of being too big sets in.. like it always does. This fear of being heavy is a regular aspect of your life, often ending in you in a huge hoodie and curling up, sulking. But Hobie doesn’t like that; he always tries to push you beyond sulking, taking extra time to kiss your stomach, thighs, and cheeks.
Suddenly Hobie gently taps your thigh, “Wanna show me another outfit?” He smiles, seeming a bit worried at your sudden insecure feelings.
You nod and get off his thighs a bit too quickly before walking to change. Once you shut the door, you sigh, rubbing your eyes frustratedly. You loved how Hobie always noticed small changes with you, but right now, you hated it. You didn't want him to see your weakness, your fear. That slight touch on your side makes your stomach twist every time Hobie grazes it. The twisted pit in your stomach feels heavy as you slip off your dress for the next one; as the dress drops, you look into the mirror and frown. Turning to the side to look at your rolls, your stretch marks, everything that made you shameful.
"Luv?" You hear Hobie knock, his voice gentle, "You alr'?"
You clear your throat, quickly getting pulled away from your poisoning thoughts. "Yep, just a minute," You say, voice shaky.
You pick up the next outfit, the most sexual, almost lingerie you ordered. You sigh; wearing something showing so much skin makes you feel sick. You put the outfit down and look back in the mirror, the pit in your stomach worsening at every stretch mark, every roll and every hair on your body makes you feel sick.
"Can I come in–?" Hobie asks softly
"In a minute," you cut him off, quickly looking around for something else to wear.
"Luv, I'm comin' in–"
"No, no!" You try to stop him, but he already has a foot in the door.
He peeks in; his eyes are full of worry. You stand shamefully, only wearing your bra and underwear with crossed arms. You try to hide your body, to cover every roll and hair, but Hobie sees straight through you.
"Tell me what's goin' on," He says gently, fully stepping in to come close to you.
You look down in shame, your grip on your arms tightening. You can't choke out anything; the pit in your stomach makes breathing hard. Hobie instantly notices your breath going uneven.
"Come here, just breathe," Quickly, Hobie takes you in his arms, holding you close as your knees give out.
He gently brings you to the ground, holding you by the waist as your breaths panic. You get wide-eyed, holding your chest; you can't breathe like the air got sucked out and filled your lungs with shame.
"Hey, hey,," Hobie cups your cheek, making you look into his eyes. You can tell he's holding back panic of his own.
"Breathe in and out, alr'?" He breathes in deeply, wanting you to follow his lead.
You mimic him, taking a deep breath as panicked tears roll down your cheek.
"Good, now out," Hobie says gently, his voice quiet for you. Only you.
You do what is told, letting out your rigged breath.
"Okay again.." He whispers as he holds your hand to your chest, making you feel it rise and fall.
Finally, your breath steadies.
"Hobie, I'm–"
"Don't," Hobie whispers, his lips kissing away your tears. "It's okay; you're okay.."
You sigh, the pit in your stomach finally easing. You lean into his arms, letting him hold and kiss your tears away. Hobie held you tight, letting you melt into him. Every kiss he placed warmed your skin as his lips traveled from your cheek to your neck, whispering small details he loved about you. Your eyes, your lips, your cheeks, your thighs.. Everything Hobie loved. You were his everything.
Once you’ve relaxed enough, Hobie finally asks the question. “What happened..?” He whispers against your neck; his eyes flickered with worry and guilt. Like it was his fault.. It made your gut twist.
You swallow hard, eyes lingering on Hobie’s hands that tightly hold your sides. You force yourself not to pull away, the touch on your sides making you feel sick again, “When you held me on my sides.. I don’t know.. I froze up.” You sigh, glancing over your shoulder at him.
He hums, he slowly slips his hands to your thighs instead, “ I’m sorry, I shouldv’ known..” Hobie mumbles; you can hear the guilt in his voice.
You shake your head, holding Hobie’s hands on your thighs. “It’s not your fault; you didn’t know..” You sigh, leaning back to look into his eyes, “Sorry, I’m not tough like you,” You dryly chuckle.
Hobie raises a sad brow, his eyes flickering to yours. “I’m tough? Have you met me?” He snorts.
You chuckle, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, “You never let.. body stuff mess with you..” You mumble.
Hobie sighs, gently squeezing your thigh, “That’s not true. I’ve foug’ my battles too..” He hums, you can feel the vibrations from his neck.
You hum as well, thinking of his own struggles. You feel so bad for making him feel guilty.. “I’m sorry, Hobs..” Your eyes flicker to his as the sadness of the room fills.
“Don’t.. Don’t be” Hobie gives you a soft reassuring smile, he kissing your head, “I just hate seein’ you like this.. You’re a goddess, aren’t ya?” He chuckles.
Your sad lips curl into a smile as you hum, leaning closer to him.
“My goddess.” Hobie’s hands wander over your body, taking every roll with his fingertips.. appreciating every body hair and stretch mark. You were so vulnerable, so naked. But instead of sucking in, you exhale.. Letting him touch and love you.
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MATCHING PIERCINGS WITH HOBIE !
→ READING: black!fem!reader
→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff + a pinch of suggestive content
→ A/N: I did write this with a chubby reader in mind but anyone can read tbh
— you two would have matching jewelry but piercings not in the same place, get what I’m sayin?
— like hobie has his double eyebrow piercing while you have your cartilage piercing to match. to make it better, he switch out his eyebrow jewelry for whatever color you’re wearing on your cartilage piercing !
— for his nose piercing, you would match with a nose piercing and belly piercing as well. hobie convinced you to get a belly piercing first, the thoughts of your piercing jingle as you walk by made his face heat up and think of…other things
— for your belly piercing, he would try to match the color. if you’re wearing a pink butterfly charm, he would switch out his regular hoop for a pink stud. if you’re wearing a snake on your belly, he would place a snake hoop on his nose, he favors the snake on him more
— as for nose piercings, the both of you are quite basic to be honest. it’s usually your regular gold hoop and his silver hoop or your studs, y’all don’t do much with y’all nose. hobie prefers matching with your belly instead
— during outings with hobie, the both of y’all will gladly flash y’all jewelry to the camera, y’all don’t care! hobie will have the most shit eating grin while he brags to the reporters about y’all new piercings and walks off giving you a small kiss
— during private, quiet times, hobie will play with the charm on your belly or randomly kiss your cartilage. he doesn’t know why but jewelry on you makes your attraction to him skyrocket by ten. he loves staring at you and admiring all the gold and silver pieces placed around your charming face, he thinks you look ethereal
⭑ mia makes a short hcs post ?? shocker 😱
⭑ kinda wanna make a drabble out of this but maybe some other time, my brain is fried from writing so much
⭑ if any of my moots or any blog wanna make a nsfw version of this, be my guest ! just make sure to give me credit <3
⭑ oh to have hobie kiss all my piercings <33
𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: Luke 6:35
SPIDERMAN: ATSV MASTERLIST + MAIN MASTERLIST
© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗉𝗇𝗄𝗐𝖾𝖻. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽
#* 💭🎧 ⌗ 𓏲 „ ˋmia is writing !#x black reader#x black!reader#x black plus size reader#spiderman atsv x black reader#spiderman atsv x black!reader#hobie x black reader#hobie x black!reader#hobie brown x black reader#hobie brown x black!reader#spider punk x black reader#spider punk x black!reader
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Alone At Last (Hobie Brown x Reader, Miguel O’Hara x Reader)
A/N: I know I’ve been away a long time but I just had to write this.
Summary: Miguel gets off to Hobie fucking you in a supply closet. FWB, Slight Unrequited Love, Jealousy, Explicit Smut. Reader is described as short + curvy once. Reader is plus size coded but it’s not explicitly focused on. No mention of skin color, hair or hair texture, blushing, or anything else that could exclude any race. Fem! Reader.
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You were cautiously going over the neat stack of reports left on your desk when you felt a nudge at your shoulder. Hobie was looming over you with an unreadable expression. Unreadable to everyone else, that is.
“Cmon, got something you might wanna take a look at,” Hobie’s eyes are intense as you raise from your chair.
“Aw, don’t look so grim,” he teases, slinging an arm around your neck and tugging you into his side as he leads you away, “m’not gonna hurt ya.”
And he makes good on his promise as fifteen minutes later, you’re perched on top of an old, wobbling counter in a supply closet with Hobie’s lips worshipping your neck, his fingers knuckle-deep inside of you.
“Fuck, you smell so good,” he groans, nuzzling closer against your soft skin to inhale your perfume.
You could barely concentrate on his praise with the way his thumb was working against your clit. You’re gushing around his hand, your pleasure palpable but you know Hobie won’t let you cum, at least not on his hand. He’s too obsessed with the feeling of your sweet walls choking his cock and too selfish to let you finish anywhere else.
“Cmon, stop stalling,” you whine, closing your legs slightly to slow the torture of his fingers bringing you right to the edge but not over.
“But I haven’t even gotten to the best part,” he cooed, unbuttoning the top three buttons of your blouse. You tried to lean out of his grasp but he was faster, slipping one hand under your shirt to unclasp your bra.
“Just let me see them, love, and I’ll give you what you want,” Hobie was already tugging your ample bosom free of their restraints, his tongue swirling around each erect nipple dutifully. “Fuck me, you taste just as good as you smell.”
“Hobie,” you warned, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. Your thighs were yet another weakness of his, a weakness you hoped would bring him out of his breast-induced haze and center his attention on you needing to be fucked.
“That turn you on, eh? Knowing what you do to me? Knowing that I can’t get enough of you? That you drive me mad?” Hobie groaned as he kissed a trail down your chest and tummy.
You try to ignore his sweet nothings because that’s exactly what they were, nothings. Hobie hated labels, especially labels surrounding relationships. He’s made it clear from the beginning that his attraction to you was merely physical lust and that he wasn’t looking for anything that would tie him down. You weren’t usually the type of girl to agree to such a situationship, but you had always found Hobie irresistible even as just his friend. Any resistance you tried to muster for morality’s sake died the second his lips were on your own.
Hobie finally reached his destination, his tongue lapping at your clit bringing you dangerously close. Hobie wasn’t completely selfish, he would allow you to finish on his tongue but your patience was already stretched as thin as it could go and he could tell. Releasing your sensitive nub, but not before giving it an affectionate, feather-light kiss, Hobie was unzipping his pants at last.
On the long, long list of reasons you’d wrote out to yourself when deciding on whether to continue this friends with benefits situation with Hobie, the monster in his trousers was the only one that made it to both the pro and con side respectively. On one hand, being with a guy as well endowed as him was a plus even though his attention to detail and natural affinity to his partner’s pleasure ensured that even without his god given length, he’d never disappoint. On the other hand, it was that very same endowment and raw, natural talent that made walking away that much harder. And worst of all, it began to seep into the non-sexual encounters as well. The playful way he’d manhandle you which seemed innocuous before now left your stomach fluttering. The compulsory pet-names he called everyone would start to make your ears heat instantly.
He had you completely wrapped around his finger and he couldn’t care less.
“Hey, come back to me,” Hobie said in a low voice, snapping you out of your thoughts. He was now pumping himself, his head shining with precum.
“Where’d you go just now?” He asked, dragging his swollen head along your slit to tease you once more.
“Hobieee,” you groaned, following his motion to try and create any friction you could.
“I love it when you same my name. Say it one more time, just for me, eh?” His eyes never left you as he slowly pushed himself inside of you, the stretch familiar and oh so satisfying.
“That’s my girl, say it again baby, just like that,” Hobie cooed as he leaned to pepper kisses along your jaw. You’d been so lost in the sensation of him filling you, you couldn’t even recall the embarrassing way you’d moaned his name on command.
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Miguel wasn’t the easiest person to work with. He knew that. His anger issues were hard to control and he always came off harsher than he meant to. Even he could recognize that he was on edge today, easily frustrated by the slightest thing.
He just needed a breather, needed to step away for a moment and clear his head. Just 5 minute of peace and quiet with no one else around to collect his thoughts.
And that was when he it.
It was faint but he knew that specific cadence anywhere, it was your voice. He followed the trail down a hallway until it became clear to his over-enhanced senses that you weren’t alone, the other voice belonging to none other than a certain Spider-Punk.
Miguel was going to turn away, find somewhere else quiet and abandoned to collect his thoughts when he heard you let out one of the most desperate moans to ever reach his ears. His entire body froze at the sound, his senses suddenly on high alert. He listened closer, his skin turned to ice at what followed. Were you... begging?
“Please Hobie please, please, please, I need you so bad, need you to fuck me harder...”
Your voice was a high-pitched whine, and there was no mystery behind what you were doing. Miguel knew he should walk away, give you the privacy you deserved. But he had tugged his cock within an inch of it’s life to the thought of your short, curvy frame more times than he could count and even in his wildest of daydreams, he couldn’t have imagined you’d sound this fucking sexy.
He looked down at the tent in his pants, the precum already starting to stain a dark spot in the light grey of his sweatpants. He listened closely, making sure no one was coming his way before shoving his hands down his pants and fisting his weeping cock.
He listened to you beg that beanpole for what Miguel would have given you without a second thought. He tried to drown out Hobie talking you through it with his nonsensical teasing and imagine his own voice in his stead. What he would say to you if he had your plush hips wrapped around his muscular frame, your nails clawing at his back while he fucked the heaven that is between your legs.
He imagined how he’d press down on your lower belly, making you feel every inch of him while he plowed into your womb. He’d growl for you to play with yourself, fondling your own tits while he drove you crazy applying pressure to your sensitive clit. He’d bring two fingers to your lips and order you to suck on them, and your muffled moans would be music to his ears while he made you cum again and again and again on his co-
Before Miguel was able to stop it, he’d spilt his seed all over his hands and stomach, a few drops sinking to the floor as well.
He caught his breath while assessing the damage he’d just done. The feeling of humiliation began to sink in as the gravity of what he’d just done was fully upon him. Thankfully, you were still getting the daylights fucked outta you, both you and Hobie none the wiser.
Miguel took off straight for the first available shower he could find, allowing the water to rush over him so that he could finally clear his thoughts as he originally planned. However the only thing running through his mind is how he’d never cum so hard or so fast in his life.
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Hobie helped you adjust your clothes as he always did. You suspect he gets a kick out of making you all disheveled then attempting to fix it as if nothing happened.
The two of you were walking out of the supply closet and down the corridor, careful not to look like two people who’d just been going at it like rabbits not even five minutes before. It would appear the coast was clear when Hobie froze behind you.
“What’s wron-” As you were about to turn around, Hobie wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you forward.
“Nothing, love, must be seeing things,” he smirked, wearing the same cocky grin he always wore after a romp. It made your heart skip a beat and the way his strong arms were flexing at your side wasn’t helping.
You really had to put an end to this before you found yourself falling even further for this punk.
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Goody two shoes
Chapter 3
Confrontation and interrupted kiss
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Summary: The last Night with spider band before them going to their universes, obviously their spider people so not eveything went smooth as oil especially the reason why their there. Gloria and Hobie
Tw: Confrontation and Interruped kisses
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" I swear by now I though they were supposed to be together" Pav yelled frustrated, it was the last day in Miles's universe and the groups was chilling on Mile's couch
" Right they had so many moments and nothin" Miles said
" Maybe they dont really like each other that way" Gwen shrugged
" Nah they like like each other I can see it on their eyes" the indian boy insisted
" Well we tried everything we should give up" Eniola said stuffing her mouth with popcorns
" About Gloria and Hobie, where are they?" Ganke asked making the whole room fall silent
" So have you decided to tell them yet?" Hobie and Gloria were seating on a bench
" The sooner the better, so probably tomorrow" after talking to Hobie she decided to move out.
" Good who wants to give up in their own freedom"
" Anyway tomorrow you're going back to your universe"
" Yeah"
" So what did you like about this universe? Obviously not our deep rooted codependance and need of capitalism" he looked at her and smiled
" Probably sunrise and sunset, Osborn really fucked up that we can't see the sky, I just never felt so warm" their finger interwined
" How's there?" she looked down at their hands that they were holding
" Why do you want to know, you want come and visit me?" he grinned at her
" What if I want" she continued theteasing him back, their faces where getting closer
" Well where are going to stay?
" Don't you have an apartment?"
" Well is a little crowded but I can make an exception for you" he caressed her cheek, the parks was crowded but she only heard his voice and the fast beating of her heart
" Just for me? I thought you didn't like me"
" Why would you think that...I like you in fact I really like you" he was all flustered, she looked at him in diesbelief
" Really? You always call me today two shoes" the boy giggled at her statement
" You know the story of goody two shoes?" the girl nodded
" The lesson of this story is about if you are gentle and kind you will reveive good things back
" So you didn't say it to tease me"
" Well you look beautiful when you're annoyed"
" You always look beautiful" she looked away bashful
" You're too nice....."
" I'm not lying....listen I can't change your opinion about yourself in a night, but I think your an amazing spiderman who cares about ALL citezens of New York and an amazing person" their faces where getting closer, their lips where brushing eachother
" Hobie..." their sense where tingling for overexcitment
" Yes"
" I really like....."
" Gloria...." a familiar voice startled the girl
" Mom Dad" she stood up scared, trying to ignore their disgusted disappointed look
" So this is what youìve been doing for a whole week galavanting and kissing this good for nothing boy" her mother shouted pointing a finger at Hobie
" Mr and Mrs Obi is a pleasure to meet you, I'm Hobie Brown" the punk artist greeted them, they ignored him
" I'm disappointed in you Gloria, so this is the boy you were talking about"
" He's a fr.......he's someone very important to me" she answered
" So you already open your legs to him?" her father asked
" No no why would you....."
" But is what you were doing hugging and kissing this inzuzu"
" Ok mom there is no need to insult him like that?"
" I knew it this your friendgroup of youris not good for you, they are not on your level, from Miles, to this Hobie and that stupid yorub....."
" No no no, mom stop you can insult me but not my friends, you can hurt me but not them" she finally exploded and talked back
" When did we ever hurt you?" her father asked concerned
" Gloria you're gaining weight, Gloria cut that girl off she's not smart enough, Gloria you're too fat to wear shorts, mini skirt"
" We're just saying for you to get better"
" Better? Better? I went to V.I.S.I.O.N academy, I got accepted in all ivy league schools and chose NYU just because you wanted me at home, I do charity, I help the community who are struggling while you literally turn the other cheek at the people who helped or who never upgraded to a better life
" Gloria....
" Mom I'm not done why do other parents say I'm a good child but I never heared it from you?" she shouted at them tearful
" I wanted to have this conversation calmly at home but I'm moving out I'm staying at V.I.S.I.O.N staff dormitories and when I will save enough money I'm going to rent a apartment"
" So you're leaving us?" their attitued cha ìnged and they look melancholic
" I love you but my meantal health is fragile at the moment, I need a calm and supportive space where I can heal and grow, and I will not accpet a no for answer" the parents looked at eachother and sighed calmly
" Alright you can move out, but promise you will visis us sometimes?" her mother answered awkwardly, she nodded and hugged them tightly, after some minutes and apologies to Hobie the couple left
" Good job that was amazing"
" Yeah I feel kinda light now" she seated down her heart was beating fast and strangely she was catching breath. For the first time she tood up for herself and didn't back up in what she believed in
" How do you feel?" he reached her
" Great, oh what were we talking about?" she looked at him, he gave a sly smile
" We were talking how much I like you love"
" Oh right, Hobie I really realy like you too"their forheads touched, they couldn't stop smiling, the space between them became smaller and smaller and their lips finally touched, but the esctatic moment ended shortly when a familiar portal opened
" Jess and Layla own me a lot of money" it was Peter B Parker with his little daugher Mayday
" You gotta be kidding me...Hi Peter" she smiled slightly annoyed
" Hey lovebirds unfortunately I have to take Hobie with me,there is some chaos in his universe"
" As always" he shrugged
" Do you want another Norman Osborn as president?"
" I'm good mate" the lanky boy stood up and turned around facing Gloria
" So.....I'm going to go now...." she didn't leave him time to speak that she stood up and left him a kiss on his lips
" Be safe, I will come and visit" she smiled shyly before the two heroes crossed the portal.
It seems that Pav was right after all.....
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SORRY IF I GHOSTED YOU GUYS, LITERALLY I CAN'T STOP THE TWO CHAPTER CURSE. I WRITE A SERIES AFTER 2 CHAPTER I GET TIRED AND WRITE ANOTHER FANFIC.
THANK YOU FOR READING GOODY TWO SHOES I KNOW THE STORY IS RUSHED AND A LITTLE BIT NONSENSICAL BUT IT WAS LIKE A LETTER TO MY MOTHER. A WOMAN WHO I ADMIRE AND RESPECT BUT SOMETIMES SHE DOESN'T MAKE ME FEEL THE BEST.
There will be more Hobie Brown content
See ya
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MIGUEL O'HARA PLAYLIST A03
ONGOING SERIES:
Bad Teachings: Miguel O'Hara. A retired 42-year-old teacher with a fistful of issues tailing after him. You were a slip in temptation of his already warped up world, his student. Nothing should come out of it, right?
(Initial College Professor/Older Miguel AU +18 ) Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9 Pt. 10 Pt. 11 Pt. 12 Pt. 13 Pt. 14 Pt. 15 Pt. 16 Pt. 17 Pt. 18
Iridiscent Mermaids, a childish and fantasy tale. Or so, The infamous pirate, The Red Eyed Demon, or Miguel O'Hara, thought.
PirateAU! x Mermaid! Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5
Mi Dulce Cereza (Ranchero! Novela AU!) Finding a path in life has never been so thrilling, but would you withstand life's punches?
Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 (UNDER REVAMP AND REWRITE)
Crimson Crown: (Royal AU) A dark king that is known to be ruthless, knows the true meaning of many things. War and love amongst them.
Pt1. Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9
Of Flowers And Hummingbirds It was a simple retirement party at Alchemax. But Universe decided you'd get so much more.
Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8
The Immorality Of Love (Pretty Woman but Victorian Era Inspired) Pt. 1
REQUESTS:
Dilf! Miguel HC (+18)
Impostor (Angst)
Workaholic (+18)
Ley Del Hielo (Angst)
As My Own (Fluff)
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El Charro Negro
A Wacky Spider (Mild +18)
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Tentateur (+18)
Prey Game (Mild +18) Pt. 2
Marvelous (Fluff)
Complicated Birth
Food Daydreaming
Need a Hand?
Shorts, TWO Shots and Extras
Mating Season (+18)
Cast Away Pt. 2
Ways You Propose to Miguel #1
Lap Dance (+18)
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Mi Dulce Cereza Extras 1 2
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OTHERS
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Imagine: Working Out With Miguel
Miguel x Reader x Punk! Miguel Pt 2
Plus Size! Reader x Miguel
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Thoughts on Him
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Hi, can I request Hobie x plus size gn!reader comfort w/ some fluff?
Reader who grew up with family restricting their access to specific food by hiding or not buying certain things and has trauma related to that? (fueled by fatphobia? sorry if too specific) Goes into the kitchen in their shared living space with Hobie to find no butter in the fridge and starts panicking and crying because even if it's illogical maybe Hobie hid it or didn't get any on purpose like family did?
Hobie ofc comforts and reassures that he'd never take food away from you or get mad at you or judge you for what you eat and offers to buy some butter later but just spends time holding reader and giving forehead kisses and maybe offering to cook reader's favorite food or comfort food?
Sorry if this idea is too specific or uncomfy! It's been a rough week. Love your fics regardless and your writing is wonderful. Hope you have a great year <3
What I See (Hobie Brown x Plus Sized!GN!Reader)
Pairing: Hobie Brown x Plus Sized!GN!Reader)
Category: Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Depictions of Panic Attacks, Mentions of Fatphobia/Fatshaming, Body Insecurity
Word Count: 1.2k+
A/N: Hello dear! I’m so sorry you’ve been having a rough time. I hope this week has been much better to you and I hope you have a great year as well. ☀️
You frantically scrambled through the contents of your fridge for what felt like the millionth time. You had a craving for grilled cheese a little while ago, making your way to the kitchen to gather the ingredients…only to find the butter missing in your fridge.
“You’re probably better off without it,” a family member’s voice sneered inside your mind. Your throat tightened as your heart began to pound inside your ears.
“You should eat something healthier anyway - what man would want someone who looks like you?” another voice scoffed. You squeezed your eyes shut as you slammed the fridge door shut and shook your head.
The horrific memories of your past came flooding into your mind like a violent tidal wave. The snarky comments, the hidden food, the restrictions you had to go through during holidays or family gatherings…even on your birthday. You desperately tried to shove the thoughts away as you paced into your living room, your body trembling as you sniffed.
Your heart nearly stopped when a thought crossed your mind.
What if…Hobie hid the butter from you?
You berated yourself for thinking such a thing…and yet the more you tried to deny it, the louder the voice became. You slowly sank onto the couch as you wrapped your arms around yourself, your body feeling heavier with each passing second as tears rolled down your puffy cheeks.
“You’ve been eating a lot more lately - of course he’d want to hide it from you,” the first voice spat. You cried as you threaded your fingers through your hair.
“You really think he’d want to be with a pig like you? Always stuffing their face?” another hissed venomously.
“Stop it,” you sobbed as your body tensed and heart burned with a dull, heavy ache. So many other horrible thoughts began to snowball.
What if he didn’t want you anymore?
Did he find you ugly now? A pig, a loser? Someone who lacked self-control?
Why would he hide things from you? After all this time-
You gasped as you felt someone place their hand on your shoulder. You whipped your head around, your eyes widening when you saw Hobie frown and tilt his head down.
“Lovie?” he murmured as he furrowed his brows. You sniffed and shifted your gaze towards your lap, shame burning deep within the pit of your stomach and consuming you like a wildfire.
“I-I’m sorry if I woke you up,” you cried and wiped at your red, puffy eyes. Your lover cooed as he slid onto the couch beside you. Your heart skipped a beat as he wrapped one of his lanky arms around your shoulder and pulled you close.
“It’s alright, hun,” he said with a warm look in his eyes. You felt a lump swell in your throat as he held you close, his heart beating steadily against your ear as you rested against his chest. “Wanna talk about it?” Hobie asked while playing with a loose string on your hoodie. You sighed as you closed your eyes.
“I…It's stupid,” you muttered. Hobie hummed and gingerly rubbed your arm.
“Hey, whatever you have to say, I’m here for you,” he said gently. You timidly glanced into his eyes before you took a deep breath.
"Hobie...did you - did you hide the butter from me?" you said hesitantly. A suffocating silence lingered in the air as the space between his brows creased even more.
"'Course not," he finally replied. You sighed with relief and sank into the couch cushions. "Can I ask why? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," your boyfriend said. You opened your eyes as a bitter taste remained in your mouth. Your face contorted into different expressions as you debated with yourself on whether or not you would share. You eventually sat up straight as you gazed into his two deep pools of hickory.
"It's just...growing up, my family would often hide food from me in order to make me look 'more appealing'," your throat tightened as you recalled the awful memories. Hobie remained by your side as you continued. "And they would always remind me of what a failure I was if I gained even a little bit of weight," you curled your fists against the fabric of your pants as you sucked in a sharp breath. "I just...I'm sorry I never told you," you frowned. You gasped when Hobie suddenly pulled you into a tight embrace, his chin resting on top of your head as your face nuzzled into his chest.
"It's okay, hun. 'm not mad at you for not tellin' me," Hobie reassured you. You sniffed as more hot tears soaked through his ripped, black t-shirt. Your love rubbed his large palms up and down your back as you wept. It felt like hours before you finally felt relaxed enough to pull back. Hobie smiled and cupped your face before gently pecking your forehead.
"(Y/N)...I promise that I would never hide any food from you," your boyfriend stated. Your heart fluttered at his affirmation as he peppered your forehead with a few more kisses while smoothing his thumb over your knuckles. He sighed and rested his forehead against yours. "No matter what shape or size you are, you'll always be gorgeous to me," Hobie whispered as he rested your palm over his chest. Your eyes softened as you felt his heartbeat gently thrum beneath your hand.
He chuckled softly as you leaned forward and rested your lips against his. Hobie let his hands fall on our hips as you soaked in the feeling of his warm lips against your own. You smiled softly as you pulled back.
"Thank you...so, so much," you grinned as your eyes glossed over. Your love reflected your smile as he smoothed his fingers against your cheek.
"Welcome, doll," he beamed with a half-lidded gaze. Your cheeks flushed with warmth as he took your hand and grazed his lips over your knuckles. You giggled as he began to kiss up your arm before nuzzling his cheek against the side of your palm. "How 'bout I buy you some butter on my next trip to the store, yeah?" Hobie offered with a lopsided grin. You swore your love for this man grew with every word that fell from his lips.
"That sounds nice," you said with a sheepish smile. He grinned back and sighed as he squeezed your hand in his. You knitted your brows as Hobie slowly rose to his feet, a calm grin on his face as he gave you a warm glance.
"Good. Now in the meantime...I'll just have to make do and make your favorite food," he said with a shrug. You parted your lips as your eyes lit up.
"Oh baby, you don't need to do that," you flushed. Hobie clicked his tongue and shook his head.
"Afraid I have to. I'm obligated as your loving (and devastatingly handsome) boyfriend to pamper you," he said as he wiggled his brows. You couldn't help but laugh at his antics.
"Well, since you're insisting," you said while playfully rolling your eyes. Hobie chuckled before he squeezed your hand.
"Be right back," he winked again before slipping into the kitchen. You smiled as you watched your love shuffle around, his lithe form dancing around the room as he prepared your favorite dish. You sank back into the couch as your heart swelled with pure joy.
You finally felt like you were home.
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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE COULD YOU DO A HOBIE X READER!!!
So reader has been noticing that hobie keeps talking about Gwen a lot, as well as hanging out with her, and she’s starting to compare her self to Gwen A LOT. Reader is getting shitty with the jealousy issues (BODY COMPARISON) and with how much Hobie and Gwen are hanging out unannounced. Gwen has started staying overnight with reader knowing, etc. and one night hobie catches them having a breakdown which starts an arguement, BUT IT ENDS IN FLUFF OLEASEHDJDJ
THANK YOU AND YOUVE BEEN MY FAVOURITE WRITER FOR A WHILEEE
I love this request!!! And thank you so much😘💖💖
Hobie Brown x Plus Size reader
It’s all about you Babe
Y/n and Hobie have been dating almost since y/n’s first day at spider society. You were recruited after becoming the dancing spider. Y/n was a trained dancer and has always had to deal with people’s shit about her being a plus size dancer and “how much better she could be if she lost weight”, but when she has the mask on its different. She could be herself and people saw her for more than her body. She is such a girly girl too. When Hobie saw her walking around spider society in her pink spider suit and pointe shoes, he was entranced with her and her curves, he was almost under a spell. He couldn’t help but approach her.
“Haven’t seen you ‘round here love”, he walks up next to her like he knows her or something. You look to see his tall, lanky frame next to yours and giggle “No, I suppose not. It’s my first day.” You see how attractive he is and you suck in your stomach. You’re used to attractive guys in your universe being sick heads. He notices and furrows his brows. “What’s that about, you sick or something lovey” you had to admit these names he was calling you were making you feel quite comfortable. His bluntness almost embarrassed you as you tried to think of an excuse, you had been caught. He wasn’t blind, he could tell you are chubby and he knows how society is. He gave you a soft look to let you know it’s okay. This helps you decide to be honest. “Well, I guess I didn’t want to give you a reason not to like me, it didn’t help much though, I’m still huge” you shrug your shoulders like it’s common knowledge. Hobie grabs your chin to look up at him. “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with being bigger lovey. Between you and me and anyone else who wants to know I love curves. Plus, I heard your quite the badass and being a dancer and inspiring younger plus size girls to dance. That’s being a hero in its self sweetheart”, he pulls you into a passionate kiss after that. The rest was history. He introduced you to his friends, one of them being Gwen Stacy. She is a dancer just like you, super kind, and she’s a drummer. “She’s super cool”, you think to yourself. Unlike you, she is skinny and you notice how excited Hobie is for you two to meet. “You two’ll be great friends”, Hobie smiles.
It’s about two weeks until your birthday and you notice a sudden extra closeness in Gwen and Hobie. Gwen had become one of your best friends but it seems as if she’s been almost avoidant of you lately. She normally stays the night with you and Hobie on the weekends because she’s friends with both of you and you all have a great time. She comes over this weekend and you notice her and Hobie talking more than they are acknowledging you. Whenever you would enter a room, they would find some lame excuse to leave. This really hurt you. As you’ve gotten older and you’ve been with Hobie, you’ve slowly gotten over your insecurities of being “the fat girl”, or you thought until this started. “Obviously Gwen is just like me plus she’s skinny and more punk, maybe Hobie wants something new, someone who isn’t huge and disgusting like me. He probably just doesn’t have the heart to tell me”, you think to yourself and start poking at your body in the bathroom mirror. You breakdown in tears. You hear footsteps from down the hall and try to quiet your sobs.
“Ya alright in there love?” Hobie knocks on the door.
You try your best to sound like you’re not trying but your voice breaks when you speak, “I’m fine”
“No you’re not, imma coming in”
Before you can do anything Hobie opens the door to see you crying in the bathroom floor wearing only shorts and your bra. You’re shaking from crying and how cold you are.
“What’s got ya in here crying for?” Hobie looked concerned
“ I know you don’t want me anymore, I’ll leave so you can be with Gwen”, as you said this, it all clicked for him. At first, he was upset. Why would you think he would do that to you? Did you really think that low of him? Then he thought to himself. He knew you and he knew you had struggled with body image in the past. He knew how your grandma had body shamed you since you were 5 years old. Starting an argument would just upset you more and wouldn’t accomplish anything. Hobie decided the best way to help you is to talk it out instead of getting angry. He knew this wasn’t your fault.
“Baby no. I only want you. I know you get in your head. I know what this is all about..” he grabs your chin so you’re looking him dead in the eyes, “you’re it for me. If you want to know the truth, I’ve been hanging out with Gwen so much because I wanted to plan you the best birthday ever so I can show you what you mean to me”. He grabs your hand and helps you stand up so your infront of him. He hugs you from behind as you’re both facing the mirror and he’s resting his chin on your head. “Look in that mirror baby. What do you see?” He asks you.
“Us and myself. I see my stomach poking out too much and I see you looking fucking hot”you say.
Hobie chuckled at the last bit but then his face turned serious. “You know what I see?” He kisses the top of your head. “I see my future, and you better know that means I love you because I’m not consistent for shit” he spins you around to face him. “I want you to know something babes, every flaw you see, is another reason why I love you. You’re perfect to me. I for one love your curves. Gives me more to love, more to hold, more to cherish.” He gets you to stop crying as his lips crash to yours and you all move to the bed ;)
P.S. I hope you enjoyed this. I’m sorry I’m not good at writing arguments
#plus size reader#hobie brown x plus size reader#hobie brown#spider punk#spider punk x plus size reader#across the spider verse spoilers#chubby#chubby reader#fat reader
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Puppy play w Doberman Hobie where the collar he has is actually the one you gifted him :( and he's such a good boy and your fav thing to do to him is to force him to come over and over as he humps and ruts against your thigh
Hobie Brown is such a good boy. You tell him that as he sits on your lap in just his underwear and humps your thigh with the vigor of a dog in rut. You’re a mere sheep hybrid and you have a big, bad doberman completely wrapped around your finger.
His hands are on your shoulders, bracing himself as he presses his boney hips into the meat of your thigh. He lulled his head back, exposing his collared throat to you. His Adams apple bobbed against the leather and it tightened around his untouched throat. It was so easy for his hands to roam, fingers easily finding their way into the soft curls of your hair, pulling and grasping with a sense of desperation.
His ears flicked and his tail swung back and forth so hard it was whipping his own thighs, leaving lashes against the supple skin where your full hands massaged the flesh.
The thick swell of his cock pressed into the thin fabric of his underwear, already wet from orgasm after orgasm forced upon him. He couldn't stop, wasn't allowed to, not that he wanted to. He humped your leg hard, grasping you to keep you close as he pressed himself into your softness and hoped to have some of it for himself.
“F-fuck!” He barked, almost whimpering something high and whiney. Hobie looked at you from fluttering eyes and saw you smirk at him so innocently. Your eyes, big and sheep-like, as you ask him with all the sweetness you can offer, “you gonna cum again, puppy?”
Hobie could only moan, his head lulling, eyes rolling. A little drool traced the curve of his lip before dribbling down his chin. He rutted his hips hard, lithe fingers pressing into your soft tummy. “Please, ‘m so close.” He could feel euphoria peeking over the horizon. He lie just on the cusp of his 5th climax. His cock twitched with it, a useless knot swelling on his cock as he bounces on your leg.
And when he cums in his underwear once again. You praise him just as he deserves. “Good boy. Such a good boy f’me.”
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An Old Fashioned Meet Cute
A/N: hi! this is my first fic here and i hope you like it. comments and constructive criticism is very much appreciated just please be nice and i tried not to describe nor reader nor the Hilda character too much apart from the fact that they are plus size so it can cater to more people (altough the Hilda character is a white woman originally, I left that out because I wanted everyone to be able to read it) :D. and a huge thank you to @divine-mistake for encouraging me to make this blog and post my fics. ily Tay <3, this one's for you.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!plus size Reader
Word count: 2.1k
Summary: Bucky didn’t remember much of his life before the war. Not as much as he would like, anyway. But he was content to at least have remembered something. The memories of his teenage shenanigans with Steve always made him laugh. But there was a memory that he didn’t even know it was on his mind until that day when he accompanied Steve to the thrift shop. And until an Avengers party, where he met you.
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“Steve, come on… Shouldn’t you be showing me the wonders of the modern world?”, he mocked. He knew Steve was doing his best, he did. But he knew that this wasn’t just a friends’ afternoon. And Bucky didn’t need a babysitter.
“I will! I just thought it would be nice to see something less overwhelming first and Sam told me a thrift store would be a nice place to start. Most of this stuff is new to us anyway”, Steve said, picking up a CD of a shelf.
“Yeah, ok”, he mumbled. The things he did for Steve. He mindlessly wandered through the little cluttered store, browsing the shelves full of knick knacks. He saw vinyls, old books, a great variety of toys, some paintings and an old fashioned vanity, with an old mirror, a few vintage perfume bottles, and… Oh.
“Steve?”, he said, picking up the old calendar that was propped up against the stained mirror. Carefully, he lifted the calendar up, looking at his friend. He had seen it before, he knew he did. He flipped through it as he waited for Steve to make his way across the store, careful to not bump in any of the tables containing delicate porcelain tea pots. His eyes scanned through the cover, a delicately painted picture of a curvy woman and with the saying “HILDA, 1940’s calendar” in bold red letters above it.
“Oh wow”, Steve let out a belly laugh. “You remember when we stole some of these? Man, we even took these to war”, he said. He started to remember. Him and Steve running, each one with a calendar in hand, flipping through the pages, Steve whining that he would never find a girl like that. He didn’t even think twice before taking it to the counter, with Steve giggling like a school girl behind him.
“For the memories, punk”, he said in a stern voice and a frown, but with pink dusted cheeks.
“Of course”, Steve said in a mocking voice.
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“So, Tony’s throwing a party next weekend”, Steve said as he entered the training room.
“I prefer the thrift store”, Bucky mumbled, without tearing his eyes from the punching bag.
“Come on, Buck. I think it will be good for you to go”, Steve said. “It will be something small, Tony will introduce the new team assistant, so no eyes will be on you”, that got Bucky’s attention.
“Small?”, he said, pushing his hair from his face.
“Very”, Steve assured, but he had that look that Bucky knew very well from his young years; the look he would get when he was about to pick a fight. He was up to no good. But he didn’t want another trip to a dusty thrift store.
“Yeah, sure”, he mumbled.
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You were shaking in your boots. Yeah, you knew that you would work for them, which meant that you inevitably would have to attend this kind of things. But this wasn’t like your former office jobs, no. You work for the Avengers now.
“You can do this. You have to. Do it for the paycheck”, you said, trying to reassure yourself as you shakily applied mascara. As you browsed through your wardrobe, you let out a sigh. You remembered shyly asking for advice on what to wear from Natasha, but you took it with a grain of salt. She could wear a potato sack and still look gorgeous, and you were… Well, a potato. You knew this was another test. If you couldn’t handle all eyes on you and the eventual bickering that was about to happen, you were not fit for the job. But damn, you at least expected a few weeks of taking care of documents and serving coffee before a party. In a room. With the, quoting the tabloid you read that very morning “super team that saves the world and looks hot doing it!”. You were a pretty confident person. But this… Anyone would be nervous.
“You can do this”, you told yourself one more time before heading out.
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When you got to the party, not everyone was there. You politely greeted everyone with a nod, and gave your name to the ones you didn’t have the pleasure to meet yet.
“You, pick your poison”, Tony Stark pointed at you while walking to the bar.
“No, thank you, Mr. Stark, I won’t be drinking tonight”, you managed to say, silently thanking all the gods above (even the one that was sitting not too far from you) that you managed to hold back the quiver in your voice.
“She doesn’t want to be vulnerable around us. Smart, I like her”, said Natasha. Sometimes you wonder if she was a telepath like Wanda.
“Is there anything wrong, Y/N? I sense that you are uneasy”, asked Vision, with those glassy unblinking eyes. You wondered if he was in your mind that very moment.
“Gee, I wonder why”, said Rhodes, before taking a sip of his drink.
“I’m okay, just… A bit nervous, that’s all”, you said.
“Well, then you definitely need a drink”, said Tony, handing you a glass of champagne that no doubt cost the same as your previous paycheck.
Soon enough, the awkwardness made way to pleasant conversation. You laughed as you listened to their banter. It wasn’t like any business party you ever attended. No, it was more like a family gathering than anything.
The sounds of the elevator doors opening caught you attention as three men wide as refrigerators walked in, followed closely by a pretty young woman. Of course you knew them. You read all about them. Especially The Winter Soldier, the little devil on your shoulder taunting you by remembering you of every single time you talked to your friend about your crush on him.
“Sorry we’re late guys, Steve went to pick me up before the party and we had dinner”, said the blonde, linking her arm with Steve Rogers himself.
“Nah, Sharon, don’t cover his ass. We were late because the three of us had to wrestle Barnes into changing out of that old ass Henley”, said Sam.
Instantly, Tony and Natasha cheered and raised their glasses, making you laugh.
“Yeah, yeah, very funny”, said a gruff voice coming from the bar, making you turn your head, seeing Bucky Barnes open a beer bottle with his vibranium hand. 'How did he sneak past everyone?', your thoughts were interrupted as you took him in. You wanted to personally thank Sam, Steve and Sharon for making him wear that tight fitting black shirt.
“Well, Y/N, here’s Capsicle, Mrs. Capsicle, New Captain, and Snowflake. Guys, this is Y/N, the new assistant. Oh, and there’s Spider Boy but he’s on curfew, Strange had to hop out of the dimension and Scott but he’s… He’s somewhere out there being small, I don’t know. Watch were you step, just to be safe”, said Tony
“Hi”, you gave a shy wave, being greeted right back.
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If it wasn’t for the serum, Bucky is absolutely sure he would have a heart attack on the spot. You were wearing red heels, a form fitting black pencil skirt and a white button up blouse and he could see your curves, your strong arms, your thighs. You looked absolutely amazing. You look like one of the girls that Bucky would’ve rushed to ask for a dance back in the day. But what really made him stare is the fact that your body type looked eerily similar to the character of the calendar he spent an embarrassing amount of time staring.
As your eyes scanned the room as you were bombarded with questions, Bucky made sure to avoid your gaze, looking everywhere but your face: his shoes, the ceiling, the armrest on the couch, Steve’s shit eating grin. Oh. So THAT’S what it was about. Little shit.
Even avoiding your gaze, he made sure to keep his ears open. A man could be interested, right?
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By the time the party ended, Thor and Bruce were sleeping, Tony was buzzed walking around singing Iron Maiden, Natasha and Sharon were talking, Steve and Sam were giggling like two school girls, Rhodes went home and Vision and Wanda were talking and looking out the window to the New York skyline.
Which left you – and Bucky – alone.
“Uhhh. I guess I’ll start cleaning, then”, you said. Your face was on fire. The only person that you were sure didn’t like you and you were awkwardly standing, not knowing where to look and what to say. It didn’t help that you were attracted to him but damn it, you were not going to lose this opportunity because of a school girl crush. So you decided to keep yourself occupied by taking some empty glasses and bottles from the table and taking them to the kitchen.
“Oh, come on, Y/N! Let the cleaning crew deal with this in the morning!”, said Natasha.
“No, no, I don’t mind. I like to keep myself busy”, you said with a smile. Technically, it wasn’t a lie. You only hoped she couldn’t see how awkward you were.
“I’ll help”, he said, picking up some glasses and following you.
“You can pick up more of these glasses and I can start washing them”, he said. “I- I noticed you got your nails done, so…”, he said, and you shyly looked away while thanking him and making your way out of the kitchen.
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In no time, the room was getting emptier. Vision and Wanda went home and Thor took Banner back to New Asgard. And you were almost done with the dishes, having also gotten rid of most of the empty food containers. As you both cleaned, you and Bucky got a bit more comfortable with each other.
“I’m sorry for seeming a bit standoffish earlier”, he said suddenly. “I’m not used to parties and I don’t know how new people will react to me. Especially pretty women”, you smiled at the compliment, but felt your heart ache. You were so caught up in your insecurities that you didn’t even consider his side of things.
“You don’t have to be sorry. I don’t know how you feel but by what I’ve seen and heard, you have a family here. You’re out there fighting to save the world. Trying your best. This is redemption enough, don’t you think?”, you said as you put the glasses to dry, missing the awestruck look that Bucky sent you, a goofy smile making its way into his features. “Okay, you wait here and I’ll get what’s left”.
You were back in no time. “Okay, so just more two champagne flutes and one plate left”, you said but before you could give the dishes to Bucky, you slipped, and if it wasn’t for Bucky’s reflexes, you would’ve fallen hard. You yelped as the sound of breaking glass hit your ears and for a second you two just stared at each other, before Bucky pulled you closer and back to a standing position.
“Thanks”, you said as he helped you straighten up.
“Your ankle, does it hurt?”, he said.
“Uh, no, I don’t think so”, you said.
“Ah, I think it does. And I can’t let a dame go home alone on a hurt ankle”, he said, giving you a dashing smile.
“You know what, now that you’ve said it, it hurts really bad”, you said, catching on. “You know what’s amazing for a bad ankle?”, you asked, and the gentle smile in your lips and the mischievous glint in your eyes made his heart piston inside of his chest.
"What?", he said softly, stepping closer, like you were sharing secrets.
“Ice cream and a walk on the park. Very therapeutical”, you said, making Bucky laugh.
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Before you knew it, Bucky had already scooped you up into his arms and rushedly announced that you had slipped and fell, whisking you away into the elevator.
“Dude, that took all night”, said Sam. “This is the smooth guy you told me about?”, he said, while Steve and Sharon laughed.
While everyone got ready to go home, Scott came out of the kitchen in his Ant-Man suit eating some leftovers.
“Someone owes me 20 bucks for making her trip”.
#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes x plus size reader#bucky barnes x chubby reader
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could you do hobie and reader where reader gets sick and he takes care of them? cliche i know but i think it’s sweet 😭
Love Sick | Hobie x Plus-Sized!Reader
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-So sorry for not being active! I'm currently in an oc brainrot so alot of my energy is being put into Kira's (spider oc) lore and stuff
-Written Gender Neutral btw!
-Anyways Laufey carried this small oneshot so I'd recommend listening to the song as you read!
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You can hear the bubbling of soup from the kitchenette where Hobie stands. The smell of broccoli and cheese soup fills the small apartment you stay in; the walls are covered in band posters from both you and Hobie, little things of his spread all around the shelves you have. This was your home, but it was also Hobie’s. He had a place, just didn’t like it. Saying how living on a boat isn’t so great when you’re seasick! It made you laugh,, Hobie made you laugh. But he also cared about you, that’s why he’s in your apartment.
You groan, your head spinning as you struggle to breathe out of your sore throat. You pull the blanket over your head, trying to hide from the small light of the stove.
“Sorry, luv,” Hobie calls out, “Gotta cook the soup ya beggin for,” He chuckles, making you more pissed.
How dare he care so much about you! He should just.. not.. care.. Okay, maybe you weren’t thinking straight,, Hobie would never ‘not care’; it’s not him!
Soon enough, you see Hobie pull away your blanket, his caring grin practically lighting up the room.. It made your eyes hurt. You hiss, covering your eyes dramatically, “Ahh, the light!”
“Luv, I turned the lights off; the only light in here is the city and dim lightin” He rolls his eyes.
“Your kindness is too bright,,” You mumble, rubbing your eyes to wake yourself up.
“Here, soup,” Hobie hums, holding the warm bowl of heaven before you. It made your mouth water.
You melt, the smell of the best broccoli and cheese soup lifting you away. You quickly sit up, the grogginess washing away in a split second, causing a chuckle from Hobie. You take the bowl from his hands, the heat flooding with your high temperature, but you don’t care,, it’s soup! The greatest gift from heaven.
“Here, eat it slowly,” Hobie passes your favorite spoon and some water to you before sitting next to you.
You begin eating, melting into the warm broth. You look over, noticing how Hobie is staring in awe.. Which is strange.. “What?” You mumble between slurps.
“You’re fucking gorgeous..” Hobie chuckles, a smile curling on his lips.
You raise a brow. “Bullshit,” You laugh. You were wearing a torn band-T, with boxers and your hair a mess. You were not gorgeous,, you looked sick.
“I’m serious!” he laughs, leaning in closer.
“The floor is covered in my snot-filled tissues; still think I’m gorgeous?” You roll your eyes, taking another spoonful of broccoli.
“Snot and all, you’re still mine,” Hobie smiles, leaning his cheek against the couch as he stares in awe.
It makes you feel warm and giggly.. The way he stared at you with a smile curled on his lips..
“You’re crazy,” A smile creeps up on you too.
“Crazy in love, luv,” he snorts, leaning in to attack you with kisses.
You squeak, trying to push him away with your feet as he struggles to kiss you more, “Hobie! I’ll get you sick!” You giggle, holding your soup up to not spill.
Hobie laughs in response, “Come on!! I wanna kiss my lover!!” He chuckles, breaking through and covering your chubby cheeks with kisses.
The soup wasn’t the only thing making you feel better.
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Valid (Approved Alternate)
dad!Steve Rogers/Peter Parker x Reader
Assumed female reader
Word Count: 1274
This is for @pparkerwrites ‘s 5k writing challenge! It’s been a really rough semester so it was nice to get back into writing after all of that. Enjoy!
Also here’s Approved.
"We can get her back."
"You don't understand, I left her!"
"She knew what she was doing, Parker. She told you to get out of there--"
"That shouldn't have mattered!" Peter huffed, his anxiety apparent in his posture. He was curling up into himself, his hands furled around each other close to his face. "It was my responsibility to keep her safe, and I failed."
"Kid, come on," Steve said, placing a steady hand on the boy's shoulder. "Give my daughter some credit here. She told you to leave her there for a reason."
"I--no, I was the senior agent," he argued. "I could have--I should have--"
"You don't work that way," Sam reminded him. "You've never been a commander and a unit, you're a team."
"And if one of you does have to take charge, it's almost always (Y/N)," Natasha added. "It's doubtful that she would have taken no for an answer."
"She knows what she's doing better than you do anyway, punk," Bucky pointed out.
"Hey, I thought I was punk," Steve complained.
"Your daughter is trapped alone at a Hydra base and you're more worried about a nickname?" Peter questioned incredulously.
"Peter, you need to chill out," Tony said.
"Chill out? I'm the only one thinking rationally here!" he exclaimed, standing up rapidly. "She's alone and we don't even know if she's okay! Our comms are jammed, so we don't have a way to communicate with her, and the last time I saw her, we were being attacked by so many people that I couldn't even see her! Why don't you all--" Peter's breath hitched-- "Why can't you--" he fought back tears as he continued to work himself up.
"Peter?" Steve prompted.
"Why wasn't I enough?" he agonized.
The boy fell back into his chair and buried his face in his hands. Shrinking into himself once more, he fought to control his breathing as his emotions became overwhelming. Never before had he failed like this. The one person he had promised to protect with his life he had left alone, and why? Because she had promised the same thing to him. She was stronger than him; she hadn't backed out of her promise.
Above all else, Peter felt weak.
Peter felt weak and incapable and ashamed for having left. All he wanted was for you to hold him in your tight embrace so that he could know that you were all right, but that couldn't happen because he had abandoned you. Why didn't he stay? Why wasn't he capable of taking you with him?
"Why wasn't I enough?" he whispered again.
Steve reached out to put a hand on Peter's shoulder to try to comfort him, but Peter recoiled as if Steve's touch were caustic.
"You don't get it, Captain Rogers, I left—" Peter stuttered— "I left your daughter because I wasn't strong enough to get her out with me."
"I'm not blaming you."
"You don't get it!" he repeated angrily, meeting Steve's eyes. Peter's shone with tears ready to spill over. "You weren't there."
"Walk us through," Bruce requested. "What would we have seen if we were there?"
"What happened to make her feel like she needed to tell you to leave?" Natasha added.
Peter took a breath to stabilize himself, swiping his arm over his face. "We were stormed by at least twenty men twice our size," he related.
"Those are bad odds," Steve sighed.
"But we're Avengers," Peter argued. "Everything we do is based on bad odds."
"We're adults that have built our lives on beating the odds, but you're just kids with barely more than a couple of years of experience. It's okay not to be perfect."
"We still make mistakes sometimes," Sam added. "Not to mention that we all know to listen to (Y/N) Rogers of all people when she tells us to do something."
"Don't hold yourself accountable for this. You did your best, and that's what matters," Natasha said.
"Let the kid tell his story," Tony complained. "You're interrupting him every three seconds to try to make him feel better."
"For the record, it's kind of working," Peter shrugged.
"Keep going," he prompted.
"Right. Well, um, the first thing they did was to separate us. If I had been able to stay with her, we would have been able to beat them without a whole lot of issue."
"Synergy," Bruce interjected.
"But I let myself be separated from her. We were pushed into corners, plus they were airing some kind of static over the comms so that we couldn't communicate at all."
"That's really smart but really scary to think about," Natasha worried. "You two are practically undefeatable when you're working together. You're a better team than Steve and Bucky."
"I've watched you two kick their butts enough times to confirm," Sam snarked.
"So when did you decide to leave, Peter?" Steve interjected suddenly, turning a little pink in the cheeks.
"When she told me to," he answered. "The static on the comms let up, and she told me to get out. Wouldn't even let me argue."
"What did she say exactly?"
"Oh, I have the transcript," Bruce offered. "(Y/N) told him, quite articulately, I might add, 'Get your cute little butt out of here before I make you, Parker.'"
Snickers rose up from around the room. Even when you weren't here, you were still able to add the perfect touch of comic relief when it was needed.
"Where did she get her sense of humor?" Sam asked Natasha quietly. "Not her parents, that's for sure."
"Her uncles, I think. Probably you and Barton for the most part," she answered, smirking.
"She said more after that, didn't she?" Peter asked Bruce.
"Ah, yeah, she did. After you tried to argue for a second, she said, 'Tell my dad I'm sorry, but tell him that he knows I can hold my own, too. Don't take too long coming back, 'kay?'"
"I'm not the one she needed to convince of that. She knows that I trust her," Steve said. "I thought you did, too, Parker. When did that change?"
"I--I don't--" The question caught Peter off-guard. "It's not (Y/N) I don't trust. I know that every decision she makes is the right one for the situation."
"Then what has you so worked up?"
"The whole situation!" he exclaimed. "It's so frustrating that she had to make the decision that she did. I'm frustrated because I wasn't good enough to prevent it."
"None of us would have been," Steve said firmly. "There's not a single one of us that could have prevented this. You were the most likely if we're being perfectly honest."
"That does not make me feel better."
"Let's talk about extraction," Tony interrupted. "FRIDAY was able to connect to (Y/N) for a second just now and it turns out she's fine as of now. She's been hiding in the vents this whole time."
"Another thing she picked up from Barton," Sam snickered.
"Unfortunately, we don't know exactly where she is except for the second floor. That's all we have to go on," he continued. "Who's up for the mission?"
"I'd like to volunteer Peter," Steve said.
"I'll second that," Natasha said. Most everyone else nodded in agreement. "Who do you want to take as backup?"
"Hold on, I didn't agree to this--"
"Too bad," she dismissed. "We can have a spider-people mission."
"Or a bug-people mission," Scott volunteered, speaking up for the first time.
"Um, how about..." Peter looked around the room, pushing down his self-doubt. "Cap? Do you want to come with me?"
Steve clapped a hand on Peter's shoulder. "I'd be honored."
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Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Sized!Reader: Sneak Peak
Happy Sunday everyone! I hope you all had an amazing week last week. I just wanted to give you all a snippet of a Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Sized!Reader request from @spiderrinn I'm working on at the moment (I don't want to leave you all in a drought after I opened my inbox again 🙁). Thank you all so much for your patience so far! You're amazing! 💕
“God, you’re so sexy, baby,” Hobie groaned as he gently laid you down on the bed. The wooden frame creaked as he climbed on top of you, his deep, brown eyes ravenously raking over your curvaceous form. You blushed and covered your face as he laid his hands on your knees and spread your legs apart.
“H-Hobie,” you stammered bashfully. Your hips snapped forward when he suddenly kissed over your clothed cunt, the tip of his tongue lapping over the small wet spot growing in your panties. You whined as his nose rubbed against your puffy clit, his hands tenderly tracing over each and every stretch mark on the inside of your thighs. You eventually slid your fingers away from your eyes, your heart nearly stopping when you met his hungry gaze.
“And you taste so fuckin’ sweet,” he panted, his tongue slightly hanging out before he licked his lips. Your eyes widened as he pushed your panties aside, his lips growing glossy with your slick as he pressed a soft kiss to your soft, delectable folds. You shivered and grabbed at his long, puffy wicks as he flatted his tongue over your bundle of nerves, a wave of pleasure rolling through your core as you bucked your hips forward.
“Fuck Hobie,” you moaned as your thighs shook around his head. Hobie groaned as he lapped along your juicy slit, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as your pussy soaked his plump lips. You cried out and arched your spine as he puckered his lips around your engorged bud while two of his long, thick fingers prodded at your weeping entrance.
“You want my fingers, baby girl?” Hobie murmured, his lips dancing over your labia while he circled the tight seam of your hole with his digits. “Want me to spread you open and make you cum so hard you see stars, hm?” he purred before teasingly flicking your clit with his tongue.
“Y-Yes!” you squealed as you tugged on his thick hair. Hobie grinned before pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh.
“Good girl,” he purred before slowly pushing his fingers past the rim of your entrance.
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Thank you for reading! I'm planning on releasing the full fic sometime later this week. 💕
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