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#Hobie ✮
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𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠
Summary “you come crawling back to me
but I’m already on the ground”
Pairing- Hobie Brown x f!reader
cw- smut, oral (f!receiving), sex, toxic relationship thats not a relationship undertones, not proofread/edited
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What you and Hobie had wasn’t normal. Barely even right. Spending nights together, bodies joined, minds collided, seeking everything but nothing all at once.
You become surrounded with nothing but each other, balls of erratic energy burning and burning until you combust and break into nothing, slipping away from each other. But it never lasts long does it?
1AM Wednesday
Laying on the bed staring up at the ceiling, Hobie clouding your mind as the dulling ache between your thighs rises. Sliding your hand down your body, under your panties.
Slowly, teasingly you rub your clit just how Hobie did, remembering how his hands felt against you, squeezing you, pleasuring you, you get closer to the edge. Thighs tightening around your hand your body releases a mediocre orgasm.
Pulling your hand away and letting it fall back on the bed you continue staring at the ceiling, thinking of only one thing; Hobie.
You wondered if he thought of you, if he touched himself to you as you just did. Steadily sitting up from the bed you slip a random pair of pants and shoes. Grabbing your coat you open the door, and to your surprise Hobie stood in front of you.
Looking him in the eye you try to hide the excitement he brought out in you, a quiet moment was shared between the two of you, so many unspoken things floating in the air.
Dropping your coat you smile at the man, grabbing hold of his vest pulling him into a rough kiss. The familiar cool metal of his piercing makes you smile against his lips. Pulling from the kiss he has a matching smirk, “I knew you’d be back.” You say pulling him through the door closing it behind him
“Says the one who just snogged me.” He replies, shrugging his vest off before taking his shirt up, discarding it somewhere on the apartment floor.
“Last time I checked the one who was standing outside my door like a lost puppy.” You retaliate. He rolls his eyes before grabbing the side of your neck and kisses you again, your hands fumble to the hem of your shirt pulling it off. Your bodies mold together as the kiss deepens as if hand carved to fit. When he pulls away you can feel yourself falling back to him just like every time before, and just like all those times you couldn’t give two shits.
Picking you up by the thighs Hobie heads to your bedroom, laying his slender body over yours he places kisses all over your naked chest, all the way to your stomach leaving bite marks that sting your skin all over you.
His cold hands come to the side of your pants, pulling them down, throwing them as he’d done all the others. Hooking your legs over his shoulder, kneading your thighs with his large hands, kissing your inner. “you’ve got no idea how much I’ve missed yeh’.” He barely whispers against your skin.
“Show me how much.” You say voice just like his barely over a whisper. Licking his lips he moves your underwear to the side, letting him admire you.
His tongue circles around your clit, the warmth of the muscle making you gasp a little. Flicking the rosebud over and over again your mind unwillingly turning to mush as he pushes two digits into you. Your hips mindlessly grind against his face. Obscene noise penetrates the air, from the squelch of your pussy as he stretches you, to the repressed moans that are fighting their way out.
Hobie sucks harder, loving the way you wither against him, groaning at every noise that successfully breaks free from you. The vibrations from him shot through you, electrifying every nerve ending within you. A wave of pleasure that you couldn’t control fills your body, eyes rolling to the back of your head, your thighs lock around his head keeping him there. Not that he complained as he moaned against your pussy, his hips pushing into the mattress as he watched you.
Once you release his head he crawls over you kissing you, you taste your cum and arousal on his mouth as he pulls you can feel how hard he was, looking into his wide eyes, his chest going up and down, “Can I?” He looks down and you nod your head urgently.
Slipping his black pants and boxers down he leans down and places a sweet kiss on your lips, it felt different from all the other rough ones, it felt…genuine. “You’ve got no idea what you do to me.” He whispers his cock limes up with your entrance. Wrapping your arms around his neck, “I could say the same thing.” You inhale sharply as his tip slides in. Your walls suck him in deeper until his balls rest snuggly against your ass.
“Can I move?” He asks breath shaky. Shaking your head fast, holding onto his shoulder now. Slowly retracting out of you, he leaves only the tip in before diving back in. His thrust, slow and hard hitting all of the places he knew you loved. Digging your nails into his shoulders with every harsh brush against your g-spot. Hobie looks down at you, his brown eyes big and full of something you couldn’t place. “Y/N,” he says you look up at him, his wild hair surrounding him, his black eyeliner smudged, he looks so beautiful. “Hobie.” You reply, the coil tightening in your stomach. “I- I” before he could finish a string of curses fall from him as he pumps you full of him. Those last few thrust give you what you need, mind numbing euphoria rushes through you.
Settling down on your bed you watch him get dressed before he sits next to you, admiring you. “See you tomorrow?” You ask and he nods before getting up and leaving.
He knew that he couldn’t tell you he loves you but he couldn’t never really let you go could he?
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A/N- bad bitch wrote this in a bad writers block and in one sitting 😍 but this has been on my mind for a while, also I have to wait to see barbie till my birthday I’m so upset 😞 anyways love you and stay safe
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mcntsee · 2 months
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The real barbie is Y/n.
Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.
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soranatus · 1 year
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brown-spider · 1 year
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Hey remember how Noir is an anti-fascist from 1933
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Spider-punk and Noir in btsv scene leaked
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zkyeline · 1 year
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a couple of eepies
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drenched-in-sunlight · 11 months
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He was a punk she did ballet: ❌
He and she are both punks and have a crush on a same art baby: ✅
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stitchedspider · 11 months
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spider crew
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Hobie def loves tall girls
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katsunaksu · 11 months
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the gang's all here!!
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neo-geo-art · 1 year
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me n the boys
update :)
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burnt-squid · 11 months
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if we get some kind of reunion between these two in btsv i’ll bawl my eyes out
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suncrat · 1 year
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Adventures in babysitting: a saga
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rixi-96 · 11 months
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melonalemonade · 1 year
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‘aight, mate, we’re done! Looking like a proper little punk now, eh?
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