hobie brown hcs (sfw or nsfw) w/ a reader who absolutely loves him? like, she’s all over him. obsessed. always touching him, always talking to or about him, heart hammering in her chest just at the sound of his name. him teasing her, how the days fold out, js random shit he does.
and if nsfw — maybe how needy she gets when he’s gone because of spider-man work all day. he’s gotta treat his girl. even better if she’s extra sensitive.
Oooo this is my first ask, thank you for submitting!!! I will try to do both sfw and nsfw. Let’s get it…
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Obsessed
Sfw
- when Hobie is around contact is a must
- he could be sitting and watching tv….. and then your on his lap
- eating lunch? You’re literally holding his hand
- shaving? You’re right beside him with shaving cream on your chin pretending to shave your “beard” as well
- in the morning? Cuddling as if that wasn’t all you did last night
- and when he wasn’t around everyone else heard about him
- at work, on a lunch date with friends, hell even your parents couldn’t escape hobie
- it’s not that you want to be obnoxious, you just love him very much and believe he should be bragged about
- and Hobie doesn’t mind one but
Nsfw
- once he’s in your sight he can’t escape it
- the need to have him is almost unbearable
- when he comes to see you he knows what’s gonna go down
- he’s already prepared, no underwear undearneath
- a simple kiss turns into love making
- the kind that has you scratching his back or pushing his stomach
- neither one of you can get enough of each other
- when he is away however y’all do video calls
- the timber of his voice enough to get you wet
- you slowly slip your hands underneath your lace panties, pushing a few fingers in, getting off to his voice
- of course he hears you and decides he wants to join in, it turns into a mutual masturbation over vid call
- bc as Hobie puts it, phone sex is a must when he spends days away
- you low key (High key) have a voice kink but that’s for another day
- lustful urges are never tame when it comes to seeing him, hearing him, etc
- and he loves every minute of it
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And that’s a wrap for now. I didn’t want to make it too long but these are the basics. If you want me to expand on something I can just let me know. I hope this is up to your liking, if not I’m open to critique!!!
Nanami x Reader, Smut, Minors DNI!!!!You’ve been warned, other than that everyone else enjoy!!!
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Nanami was always perceptive, even when you thought he wasn’t paying attention he made sure to show you he was. He could tell just from a single look and that often pissed you off but with moments like these you were grateful.
The both of you sat in bed, you on his lap and his back against the headboard. You were skin to skin save for the condom he had on.
“ Nami’ need more it’s too-”
He placed a kiss against your cheek, hands rubbing your sides comfortably.
“ I’m not gonna move sweetheart, use me as you please.” That’s all the confirmation you needed.
The pace you set was bruising, thighs connecting harshly. Your thighs trembling in effort. Nanami didn’t move, you didn’t need him to, even when your thighs burned.
He placed sloppy kisses against your sternum, his face and chest flushed pink. His hips twitched. He found relief when your pace became uneven. He shifted to slouch against the headboard, enough to lift his hips to help you.
It wasn’t enough, you loved that he was precautious, but the condom had to go. It was restricting the connection you actually needed. Nanami seemed to be on the same wave length.
When you pulled yourself off of him he immediately went to remove the condom. However, with it being slippery it wasn’t easy. In frustration he decided to rip it. It barely had time to fall loosely against the base of his cock before you were on him again.
The both of you sweat in effort to chase pleasure. The room smelled heavily like sex. Your moans echoing against the walls.
It only took you looking at him to fall apart. His eyes held nothing but love. He was safe, in more ways than one. He provided comfort with just his mere presence.
It didn’t take him long to cum after you. With the way your walls squeezed him it was impossible not to.
You rested in his arms, face against his neck, feeling the thumps of his heart with your lips. His soft breathes soothing. After what felt like hours you finally decided to get off him, the feeling of being too full and exhausted weighing on you.
Your attempt was cute but otherwise fruitless. He had to help you so you didn’t fall and hurt yourself. A kiss to the forehead and he left the room for a short moment. He came back with a towel and began cleaning the both of you off.
Now swaddled in his arms you rested. His soft whispers of I love you putting you to sleep.
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Short and sweet, I hope you guys enjoy this piece!!!
Fontaine x black reader smut, slight descriptions of bj, not edited so if there’s mistakes I’m sorry :(, have fun reading!!!
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Idk Man Bj
It was a simple meetup, you go to his crib, get the shit you needed and go. This man had other plans. From a simple purchase to a random smoke session. You didn’t think much of it, it’s not like it hasn’t been done before. At least until you two started hooking up.
You sat next to him with a sucker in your mouth, you complained earlier about the joint not being strong enough.
“Is that good or you gon complain again,” he was a jackass. You sucked your teeth letting out a huff.
“It’s fine.” Short and straight to the point. You heard him snort a bit before the couch dipped a little more on your side. His arm came up around your shoulders. He took the joint from his lips before blowing smoke in your face. With a bit of annoyance you smacked him.
“Lighten’ up a bit,” he took another hit. He had been watching you this entire time, something that you’ve undoubtedly gotten used to. He put the joint down and softly gripped your jaw. He turned your head to slightly face him, placing a kiss to the corner of your lips.
“Nigga I don’t need yo breath in my face,” nose scrunched up, you turned. He laughed as if you said something funny.
“You don’t mind my dick in yo mouth but my breath crosses the line.” Leave it to him to say some outta pocket shit. “Now shut up and get on ya knees f’me.” And that’s how you ended up here between his thighs.
Sucker in hand, mouth slightly covered in saliva and pre-cum. You sat on your knees looking up at him. Your eyes tinted a shade of red with a loopy smile. If he could paint he would’ve had a portrait of you like this.
But he was pretty too. Eyes just as red as yours, the lamp light reflecting off his skin perfectly, the smoke adding a beautiful depth. And when he smiled it was even better.
“Take your pants off,” it was a soft plea that fell from your lips. He knew you only wanted that bc you liked kissing and marking up his thighs with hickey’s. He “hated” it but complied anyway. It was gonna be a long night.
Fontaine again sue me😔, Lazy morning with slight mentions of sex. Enjoy!!!
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Lazy Mornings
Lazy mornings were something you’ve come to enjoy a lot. Especially since you often woke up in the arms of the man you’ve learned to love.
It would start with you waking up first, still feeling groggy, eyes barely wanting to open but knowing it was inevitable. Lifting your hands, you fix the bonnet that had slid out of place. Your movements, although slight, would be enough to wake Fontaine up. He’d let out a soft groan before whispering a sweet “morning” in your ear.
The depth of his voice soothing. He’d press up more against your back side wanting to be as close as possible and then you’d feel it. A very distinct bulge in the front of his pants.
But the both of you would be lazy. You’d shift around until the both of your pants are lowered enough to connect. Softly he’d push in, head nuzzled into your neck. It would be lazy strokes until you’re satisfied, he wants you to cum first. Soft moans filling the room, after you cum he’d follow, placing little sloppy kisses to your jaw and neck.
It was perfect for the both of you, until it was time to shower and then the dread of having to get up sets in.
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I’ll probably post some more detailed stuff later but that would take me a bit to write but enjoy this short piece😁
Hobie x reader smut, MDNI!!!! Sorry this took so long anon, work has been draining me dry and not in the fun way😭. Blow Jobs and infidelity, you’ve been warned!!!
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He exhaled into the mic, the stage lights beaming down on his figure as his jacket hung loosely on his shoulders. He looked into the crowd, trying to remember each and every face that came to see him. Sweat dripped down his body, making way to his bare chest. He loved moments like this.
His eyes landed on yours. A pretty smile sat on your face, he smirked. It seems he couldn’t escape you, no matter where the concert was you were always there.
He thanked the crowd and made his way to the back. He cleaned up a bit in the dressing room before there was a knock on the door. He watched from the mirror as it slightly opened, revealing your figure. A backstage pass attached to your neck.
You got special treatment, it wasn't like the both of you were dating but more so fuck buddies. You enjoyed his company and he enjoyed yours.
You made your way in closing and locking the door behind you. He followed the soft sway of your hips.
“I’ve missed you,” the words quietly leave your lips. His gaze never faltered. He let out an exasperated chuckle.
“Missed me or my dick luv?” Head tilted in thought, a cheeky smile present on your face.
“Would I get a reward if I said both.” A snort sounded through the room. Tension at an all-time high. “Maybe if I'm feeling nice.”
He sat in a chair, it was sturdy enough to support your combined weight but not today. You could see the bulge underneath his pants. You sunk to your knees, making sure to put your jacket underneath for padding.
Wanting to be good, you waited for him. Looking up you met his eyes. He stared at you for what seemed like forever. He was here physically but mentally it seems as though he clocked out.
“Hobie, can I—” that woke him up. He sat up a bit, unbuckling his pants and pulling his dick out. “Do as you please but know we don’t have much time.” That never bothered either of you as much as it should. Whatever you didn’t finish, you’d be sure to do it the next meeting.
With a soft hum you dove in. Hand pulling back the foreskin slightly before your mouth engulfed the tip. The taste of him delicious as always. Hobie exhaled through his nose letting his posture slack a bit.
He felt good but his mind only allowed him to think of the what ifs. It was draining him.
You sat happily between his legs sucking him off. Putting your heart and soul into the technique. Tongue slowly dragging over the slit of the tip before making way to play with the under side of it. Going from tip to base.
Not feeling enough you decided to go the extra mile. You pulled back from him, hands resting on his tense thighs. “Pull em’ down a bit more Bee.” A stupid nickname that made his heart stutter. He didn’t fight tho, doing as told he pulled his pants down more. Letting the rest of himself free.
Your hands were the first to touch them, sensitive, and then your tongue. Licking one sack and then the other. Tongue slowly creeping up the middle. His hands found themselves in your hair, careful not to mess it up.
“Suck on em’ baby, don’t be shy now.” A soft demand, one repeated far too often. You wanted to tease him, but seeing as he didn’t seem in the mood for it you didn’t. You followed instructions taking the sacs into your mouth. Sucking and swallowing around them.
His hips twitched under your hold, a sign that he was close. Your mouth moved back to his dick. Sinking inch by inch onto it until your nose touched his abdomen. God, Hobie could pass away happily right now. You felt so fucking good.
His eyes followed the bobbing of your head. The little gagging and sucking noises deafening. He tunneled, his mind and body warped around you, and you didn’t even know it. The thought of making you his was an ongoing thought. One that pushed him over the edge.
You gagged in surprise but otherwise swallowed. Detaching from him, you wore a teasing smile. “That was quick,” it was a little jab that meant no harm, Hobie snorted.
“I wasn’t thinking about you sweetheart, it was nothing special.” Another jab, that was the beauty of the relationship. The teasing and the jokes that came after sex. After a good laugh you decided to part ways. Saying goodbye to him, hips swaying as you left, a tease through and through.
Hobie cleaned up, putting himself back into his pants and pulling them up right. He went and fell into the couch that sat not too far from the chair. His mind going back to you. He wanted to ask you for more. But reality hit, you didn’t want anything more, at least the way you acted conveyed that.
You’d come to him for a quick fuck and then leave to go be with that bum you called a man. Hobie wanted you to be his and he only got you through sex and money. And if that was the only way then so be it, even if his heart broke time and time again.
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Uhhhh yeah, I’m sorry for the delay anonnie! I went on and decided to finish it bc I hate having drafts pile up and I couldn’t ignore a request from you. I hope it’s to your liking, enjoy!!!
Hobie and his girl who is absolutely obsessed with the taste of his cum🫣. Every time they fuck, she always wants him to cum in her mouth or just anywhere she can get a taste. Hobie loves teasing her about it, too.
-anon#1 (This man has been on my mind ALLLLL day. Not mad, but damn.)
I love the way you think!!!!
Delicious (Snippets)
- now I wouldn’t say she’s obsessed, but she’s obsessed
- Hobie looks good but he tastes even better
- he would have a specific salty taste that would be borderline addicting, and his girl couldn’t get enough
- it would get sticky at some point
- being between his thighs for so long
- cum dripping from her chin down to her breasts
- there’d be a little dried up cum somewhere on her cheek from when he gave her a facial
- it was a messy process that left Hobie shaking, voice quivering, balls drained and cock pretty much limp from Overstim
- he’d be sweaty, shirt raised up over his chest with no pants or underwear on
- despite him being a mess he’d still call her his slut, even tho he was hers
- his shaky hand would drag his cock over her face, the foreskin covering and uncovering his tip along the way
- she’d smile so prettily for him, leaving hickey’s on his stomach and thighs
- she would of course climb on top to get her fill of him
- after the session is done, he’d tease her for jumping his bones every chance she got
- would call her dirty and cum drunk and she’d eat it up every time
- they’d fall asleep and would pretty much repeat the process the next day, so long as he was there her mouth would be full of him
- at some point this would lead to cock warming except with her throat, and he’d praise and degrade her all the same
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This one’s a bit short anon but I’ll most likely make a more detailed for this anyway bc why not. I hope you enjoy this snippet tho!!!
Minors DNI!!! Smut ahead, Yo-yo x black fem! Reader, strap-on, mentions of smoking, mentions of weed
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It felt good, it shouldn’t have but it did. This was the the third meet up this week. Constantly leaving late at night to meet up with her, to smoke or take a late night drive just bc. This meet up was different. Not that different but still different.
The smoke sesh went as normal. You pull up to her crib, have a shot or two and roll up. This time, however, you were on her lap. Wearing nothing but her oversized shirt and panties. Her strap buried deep inside you as you bounced on top of her, panties pulled to the side.
She sat beneath you with a blunt on her lips. Both hands caressing your thighs before making way to squeeze your ass. You leaned forward placing your head in the crook of her neck, it felt so good.
“You stoped moving,” her voice was low and a bit raspy from how much smoke she inhaled but it did nothing but make you wetter. How could it not when paired with her eyes, red in color, hooded.
Her hands that grasped your ass squeezed a bit harder, moving you herself. You were supposed to be doing the work, you were supposed to be getting off. You wanted it.
“If I knew yo ass was gonna be lazy I wouldn’t of let you get on,” she was so mean to you but you liked it.
A sharp slap to the ass was enough to get you moving again. You pulled away from her neck to look. Her hair pulled back outta her face with a head wrap, leaving the fro to sit up towards the back of her head.
Her skin glossed over with the lamp light, smooth and rich in color. Her lips a neutral color this time compared to her standard shade of blue or purple. Gloss coating them, they looked so kissable. You wanted to and she could tell by the way you looked at her. She laughed a bit.
Pulling the blunt from her lips she smiled. “Lean forward and give me a kiss mama,” you didn’t wait. You didn’t care about the gloss that now coated your lips. You didn’t care about the smoke that entered your mouth, you didn’t care that all you could taste was smoke. You got high off her, the weed helped too but it was mainly her.
Her presence was almost overwhelming but you liked it that way. Your legs hurt from the constant movement but you wanted to please her and get your nut.
“It feels so good,” words slurred against her lips. Thighs trembling, it was almost a bit too intimate. “I bet it do, keep moving.” One of her hands moved up to pull your hair, grasped firmly in the braids you just got done recently.
She puffed smoke along your neck, it was warm, it made you feel warm inside. She kissed and sucked hickey’s across your neck. After a bit she finally let go. She placed the blunt down and flipped you on your back.
Deep strokes, ones that made you loose your breath. She hummed pushing a hand to your neck. “All mine right?” Of course it was, you told her it was during the first orgasm. But you didn’t mind saying it again, if you could gather the words.
“Fuck, yo-yo, baby—” a firm press of the hips got you. You couldn’t speak and she wouldn’t let you.
“It’s all good mamas, I know, cum for me baby.” And you let go again, how could you not when she was on top of you telling you to do so.
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She’s so fine😩, like what was the reason. Like her, her hair, her attitude, quick with the tongue remarks and more. Like y’all don’t understand I’m obsessed and it’s time I come forward with it. So with that being said I hope you enjoy!!!
Hobie would take you out on late night swings. He’d knock on your window at the most unbearable hours, grinning through his mask.
“Did I wake you?” The question was stupid, he’d clearly seen you sleeping in bed. Looking at your clock you seen it was 2 am. You turned to him ready to cuss him out but he beat you to the punch.
“Don’t be mad luv, I want to spend time with you,” and when he put it like that you couldn’t be mad. You’d groan but get up anyways, walking into your closet and getting dressed.
Once ready, you’d hop on his back. Even through the jacket he had on over his suit you could feel his muscles. He’d grip your thighs making sure you were secured before taking off.
He’d land you on an abandoned skyscraper where you see blankets and food already placed. This was planned ahead of time. He was too sweet for his own good, even if he sometimes didn’t show it.
From then till sunrise you’d both eat and talk about whatever until you both eventually fell asleep. Hobie would wake up first after a few hours and take you back home. It was nice to get with him every once and awhile.
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If I made any spelling mistakes I didn't. But enjoy this drabble😁.
