btsv is taking too long,, ples let me see him again
this is actually a redraw of something i drew last year,,, oka bai

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btsv is taking too long,, ples let me see him again
this is actually a redraw of something i drew last year,,, oka bai
I would immediately ask him the stupidest questions. “Did you have toilets back then?” “Do you know what an oven is?” “Things must’ve been great before guns were invented, huh?”
Work in progress Hobie drawing
I might be cooking something up rn
A warmup. Something about Oscar Isaac is just so MMM
So many spiders…
under the blanket
you find yourself cuddling under a blanket in hobie's lap at a crowded party, seemingly innocent. at least... at first. (a/n: just a lil drabble i wrote while i work on other things!!)
hobie x reader | 477 words
warnings: fingering, almost caught, slight voyeurism??
The bass of the music pulsed through the room, masking the subtle sounds of your uneven breathing. You sat on Hobie’s lap, a blanket draped over the both of you, hiding the way his hand was moving beneath it. His fingers were in your panties, teasing, pushing you closer to the edge as you tried desperately to keep your composure. To anyone else, it just looked like two people cuddling for warmth.
“Hobie,” you whispered through clenched teeth, your hands gripping his jacket. “Someone’s gonna see.”
He smirked against your ear, his voice low and smug. “Nah, love. They’re all too busy. Just you and me back here. Relax.” His other hand rested loosely on your waist, keeping you from moving too much.
But before you could respond, a familiar voice called your name.
“There you are!” Karl approached, his arrogant swagger already making Hobie stiffen beneath you. You froze, your eyes widening as Karl stopped in front of you both. He barely seemed to acknowledge your boyfriend, and you saw Hobie's jaw clench from the corner of your eye. He wasn't the type to get jealous, but Karl was...well, Karl. He had the sort of audacity that makes you wanna punch him in the face.
“H-hey,” you muttered under your breath, but Hobie’s fingers didn’t stop. If anything, they sped up, the deliberate movement making you gasp softly. You quickly turned it into a cough, hoping Karl didn’t notice.
“You alright?” Karl asked, frowning slightly. “You sound... off.”
“I’m fine,” you said quickly, your voice shaky and uneven. You tried to sit still, to act normal, but Hobie’s fingers curled just right, and your breath hitched audibly. Karl’s brow furrowed, his gaze flicking between you and Hobie.
Hobie, of course, looked completely unbothered. He leaned back against the chair, his arm casually draped around your waist as he smirked at Karl. “She’s fine, mate. Probably just tired. You know how it is.”
Karl hesitated, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he suspected something. But Hobie’s confident, almost lazy demeanor seemed to throw him off. After a moment, Karl cleared his throat. “Right. Well, uh, have you seen Gwen around?”
You tried to answer, but Hobie’s fingers moved faster, and the words caught in your throat. “I—I think she’s—” Another movement, sharper this time, and your voice faltered completely. You bit your lip hard, your nails digging into Hobie’s arm as you tried to hold it together.
“She’s probably by the bar,” Hobie said smoothly, saving you. “Maybe you should check there, yeah?”
Karl nodded slowly, clearly uncomfortable now. “Uh, yeah. Thanks.” He turned on his heel and walked away quickly, leaving you alone with Hobie once again.
The second Karl was gone, you turned to Hobie, glaring at him through your flushed cheeks. “You’re insane,” you hissed, your voice a mix of frustration and arousal. “He definitely noticed!”
Hobie just laughed, his fingers still working under the blanket. “Good. Maybe now he’ll take the hint and piss off.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your jaw as you squirmed in his lap. “C’mon, angel. Don’t stop now. You were doin’ so good.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but a moan slipped out instead, and Hobie’s grin widened. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
Doodles of the Miggys
Took me forever to get the balls to post this and now the hype has died down tremendously. Why do I do this to myself?