Hobie For Real Strikes Me As Someone Who Doesnt Get Jealous. I Mean, It Would Go Against His Whole Thing.

Hobie for real strikes me as someone who doesn’t get jealous. I mean, it would go against his whole thing.

jealousy = possessiveness= thinking that thing or person as your own. To dominate and control.

he maybe he does to a extent, get jealous 😏

(This isn’t a request or anything, more of a brain dumping situation lol)

i agree, when he does get jealous it’s definitely an internal battle for him lol. he’d probably show it off in ways that are more subtle.

like if your talking to a guy he’ll snake his arm around your waist —- stuff like that. later you’d probably be like “is hobie jealous?” teasingly of course and he’d go like

“nah’ bruv was proper daft”

“daft how?”

“doesn’ matter how.”

it’d be a moment of weakness for him, and i think would genuinely make him contemplate things for a little. cause how can he be jealous if it goes against everything he stands for??? mental innit

off topic but the word spider, looks wrong idk

toxic!hobie x shy innocent reader 😔

where they’re in a sort of toxic relationship and she leaves but always ends up coming back to him :( he knows she’d never be able to leave him so after another one of their 10000 break ups, she shows up to his apartment with her eyes all poofy and Hobie just faking sympathy “what’s wrong doll? Back so fast?” And he Fucks her while telling her that only he can take care of her and protect her and that no one else will and he degrades them shit out of her 😮‍💨

:3

Toxic (pt.1)

Hobie Brown x fem!reader

Warning/s: smut, toxic behavior, degrading kink, humping, eating out, bj, p in v, kinda short??

(Unaccurate Hobie, bro would neva be this toxic, he's just like that for the ff rn x) (btw 'likkle' is done on purpose, heard its some british thing for 'little')

Part 1 (you're here!) // Part 2

You had cried all night, sobbing into your big plushie while muttering out words about how much you hate him. He was an asshole.

Hobie Brown, your 'boyfriend' couldn't change, no, never, and especially not for someone like you. He never gave you the attention you needed, pathetic, yeah, but you were his lover afterall and all you wanted was for him to hug you, place kisses all over your face, whisper to you how much he loves you. But no, he wasn't that serious about your relationship. Things were getting worse, you guys would argue more oftenly, well not you guys— only you. Most of the time he just ignored you, sitting on the couch with his legs propped up. "I'm going to fucking leave you, Hobie!" You had cried out, to which he just responded with a shrug. He always told you you're going to come back anyway.

And fuck him for being right. He was so damn addicting, no matter how bad he treated you, you needed him.

You had burst out crying and screaming at him once again, but this time it was different. You had accepted your fate in the fact that he would never love you in the way you wished he did. You let everything out, leaving his apartment with slamming the close shut.

So here you were, sobbing your heart out to a fucking toy.

Even an object brought you more comfort than Hobie ever did.

But as you did so, you just couldn't help the wet patch that was forming on your underwear. Your whimpers were muffled by the toy as you clenched your thighs. You needed him so badly. You didn't want to give in, you wanted to let him to rot, but fuck, he was like a drug and you were ashmed for not being able to leave him. You just wanted someone to love you.

The discomfort of the wet patch slowly took over and you took matters in your own hands as you tried to get a release by yourself. You bit your lip, taking your plushie and sitting on it. Slowly, you started grinding down on it, the material of your panties rubbing your clit ever so slightly. You whimpered, imagining it was Hobie's thigh you were grinding on. Imagining him praising you as he kissed your face. You tried to get yourself off, but it just wasn't Hobie.

You cried out in desperations. He had taken over you, no one could make you cum like he did, not even you yourself. You tried humping the plushie more, but you just couldn't bring yourself to cum. Sniffling, you gave up, throwing it across the room as you curled yourself into a ball, crying histerically. You needed him, but the last argument was like two days ago, you knew he'd tease the shit out of you if you would return now. The break between you two mostly lasted about two weeks, if you were feeling strong, but never longer than that. You cursed under your breath, your silk pijama hugging your body as you stood up.

You didn't think of anything else as you put on a large coat, your panties still pooled with arousal and your pijama hanging from your body.

And as idiotic as this was, you went to Hobie again.

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You showed up to his doorstep, banging against the door. Hobie was always up late, not because he waited for you, just because he wanted to. He opened the door with a smirk.

He immediately saw your pissed off expression, your eyes swollen and puffy, your nose and cheeks red, your lips in the form of a frown. Every other human beings heart would break by such a sight, but you were fully convinced Hobie wasn't even human anymore.

"Whats wrong doll? Back so fast?"

You hiccuped, a few tears spilling along with some sobs.

"Wha'? Cat got your tongue?"

You scoffed, looking away from him. He leaned against the doorframe, amused by you. You were slightly shivering now, the silky pijamas letting the air in. He snickered "—but you were talkin' so good last time baby, calling me an asshole and a, quote unquote; 'self-loving slut'"

You blushed slightly, finally daring to speak up "I hate you"

"Then how come you show up at my doorstep everytime you're desperate for someone to fuck you?" He stopped leaning on the door frame, going backwards slightly to let you in.

You went up to him until the two of you were body to body. He closed the door behind you and suddenly you were embracing him, your face in his chest as you were sobbing.

He clicked his tongue, grinning as he took off your coat. And with no hesitation his hand slipped into your panties while you were just trying to hug him. You yelped as you felt him collecting your arousal. He was laughing by now "you tried to fuck yourself baby? Aww, but you know you can't get off by yourself" he cooed.

You whimpered at his words knowing he was right. "What did you do this time luv? Did ya use your fingers?"

There was no use in lying to him, you were tired, your whole body weight leaning against Hobie as you mumbled out a no. "Tell me what ya did, sweetheart"

Your tears pricked up again as you shamefully whispered out a few words "humped mh- plushie, d-didn't work"

He faked the pity he felt towards you. Gasping, he took you in his arms "my poor, poor baby, and you decided to show up to me to make it feel better down there?"

You nodded and he dragged you to the bed, wasting no time to take off all your clothes. You sniffled as you felt the cold breeze hit your naked body, but he quickly came to rescue, his skin on yours. He went down on you, licking a stripe off of your pussy. Hobie was an asshole, but he would never physically hurt you, especially not by sex and he knew that his girl always needed foreplay. His tongue darted into your hole, eating you out as you moaned out his name.

His thumb rubbed your clit along with his nose sometimes bumping against it. He made you reach your high quickly, your moans becoming more rushed as you were getting closer to your long awaited orgasm. And so, you came all over his face with a loud scream.

He quickly unzipped his pants, pulling them down only so much until his dick sprang out. He sat you up and stood in front of you on the bed and you, like the good girl he had trained you to be, already wrapped your hands around his cock, taking the tip of it in your mouth. "Fuck- trained you well, didn't I?" He hummed, rushing you to take all of his dick. You took the hint, taking him fully in your mouth, the lenght that didn't make it was covered by your hands. You bobbed your head around him, his pre-cum painting the inner of your mouth white.

"Look at me"

You obeyed, looking up. He moaned as he saw your fucked out face, he knew you had been crying the whole night, the whole day, and all that just because you left him. And with one last thrust of his hips into you, he pulled out, cumming all over your tits. You had no time to react as he turned you around and pulled your ass in the air. He didn't go slow on you, no, you were a big girl now.

He forced himself into your pussy, fucking you like you were a toy. You cried out, but his other hand gripped the back of your neck, pushing your face into his pillows as he thrusted into you. Your sounds were muffled, his other hand was on your hip, pulling you further up. "No one can fuck ya like this princess."

"You know you need me, so why always throw these tantrums baby?" You were on the verge of crying again, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot. "You're bein' a dramatic whore, always ruinin' my days with your outbursts" he grunted, making sure to push in as deep possible, making you loose your balance.

"You know I'm the only one, I'm the only one who can protect you like this, who can fuck you like this, who can love you like this." His thrusts became agressiver, skin slapping against skin as his fingers digged into you.

Your heart broke at his words and you sobbed into the pillow, crying and moaning as your orgasm neared you again. Your walls clenched around his cock, making him groan out loudly. His grip on your neck pulled you back, making your back hit his chest as he continued to fuck into you. "You can't leave me, you'll always come crawlin' back to me, just like the likkle slut ya are, beggin' me to fuck you, doll. To destroy you so no one else can take you" he snarled into your ear leaving you screaming and cumming all over his cock as he came deep into you. Your body was shaking and you flopped down into the bed, using your last energy to curl into a ball.

The last thing you felt was Hobie kissing your thighs and tucking you in, leaving you all alone. You whimpered, falling asleep, hoping that one day you'd be confident enough to leave him. To make him feel like he made you feel.

Masterlist

‘Spider’ is the kinda word that makes me respell it just to make sure i wrote it correctly

but ya really can’t blame the bloody brit. Jealousy’s only a natural emotion.

(like lemon sharks. Lemon sharks get jealous when divers they befriend hang with other lemon sharks)

and especially imagine Hobie just resting his head on top of yours, ESPECIALLY if you’re short like my 5’3 ass. Just, Gaifjcgdlh ilovehimtoomuchihateit

i. love. lemon sharks. THEY ARE SO ADORABLE

i’m 5’4 and lowkey i feel like whenever you two are to someone he’ll use your head as an arm rest cause he likes to see you angry . spiderpunk likes seeing you be punk too #canon

masterlist —- reqs open

ps i write on my phone and rarely to spell checks. feel free to msg me or request what you want

ATSV/ITSV

HOBIE —

mahogany fluff (hobie x spanish speaking!reader)

cozy glow fluff (hobie x pink!reader)

cyclone fluff (hobie x pink!reader)

calm down fluff (hobie x gyaru!reader)

MIGUEL —

taunt angst - drabble (miguel x reader)

almuerzo fluff - fic (husband!miguel x pregnant!reader)

pancakes fluff - fic (husband!miguel x wife!reader)

MERLIN BBC

MERTHUR —

the return of arthur pendragon pt. 1 angst

i do many characters from tons of fandoms so you are more than welcome to request whoever you want also i do fluff, smut, and angst…so 🍧

COD

COMING SOON..?

need this in my lifeeee

hobie just casually fingering you while smoking a blunt

i just threw up. his eyes are red and low and you’re laying on the couch with him at the end, legs thrown onto his lap while he’s rubbing against that spot with the pads of his fingers, the blunt in his other hand.