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seokkbutt · 1 year
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[At a party.]
Everybody: bottoms up!
Taehyung: [blankly stares at Hoseok]
Hoseok: [panics slightly] no Taehyung.
Hoseok: I'm not the bottom they're talking about.
Taehyung: [sulks] okay, fine...
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whaliiwatching · 9 months
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you want it? come and get it
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frankieburieshisdead · 4 months
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☠︎︎Hobie Brown x Ballerina male reader pt.2☠︎︎
! NSFW !
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The first night you brought Hobie home, your first reaction was to tense up when he asked if he could follow you to your dorm.
You had done this song and dance before. "Going up to your room" usually meant awkwardly having to pry a guys hands from around your waist as he cussed and spat about how ungrateful you were. You couldn't stand the idea of seeing Hobie like that. Didn't want to give him the chance to be that ugly.
You should have known you had no reason to worry. As soon as the two of you were alone, he brought out a handkerchief stuffed with bread rolls that he had stolen from the restaurant and a pocket of marshmallows he had nicked from a corner store on the way here.
The two of you spent the night making waxy smores over a scented candle that your RA would kill you if she found. Hobie slept on the floor even though you insisted you were fine with him on the bed. "I don't know if I can sleep next to that many stuffed animals watching me," he joked, and you blushed even though you knew it was a tawdry excuse.
It had been almost a year since that night, and you found yourself wanting more, staying up at night wondering what Hobie's big hands would feel like just an inch lower than he would let them wander when you two were making out.
You decided to bring it up one day when he was helping you with your warm-ups before class. You hated practicing in the boys' dorm - if there weren't prying eyes, there were cruel words spat in hushed whispers - so Hobie would let you practice in his apartment.
You never thought to ask how he could afford a space so big, particularly as a student in Hester, but he had mentioned a modeling career before he started studying, so you chopped it up to residuals. Either way, it was a beautiful space lined with windows that gave a view of the whole city.
"Hobie? Is there any chance you would help me with this stretch?" You had your leg pulled up in an altitude stretch, but you couldn't quite bring it above your shoulder. He sauntered out of his room without a shirt and his jeans low on his hips. You felt yourself warming up.
"Sure. Where do you need me?" He asked as he came up behind you, resting his hands across the width of your waist.
"If you could just press my leg forward until the palm of my foot touches the crown of my head."
He began to push, situating himself so that his crotch lined up with the dip of your legs. The heat spread to your face, and there was an even hotter feeling trailing behind each touch Hobie left.
"Like that?" He huffed into the shell of your ear. Something rigid was pressing up against your thigh, insistent and hot. It made you preen, tucking your shoulder against your cheek. You felt the rough pads of his fingers slide even further up, dipping past the hem of your leotard and splaying over your pelvis. You could feel yourself hardening, a mortifying experience that you prayed Hobie hadn't noticed.
But of course he did. Of course he slipped his palm between your legs, teasing just above your cock, dipping further to the meat of your thigh.
"Do you wanna..."
"Yes." It was out of your mouth before he could finish. He spun you around, keeping his grip on your thigh to hoist your legs around his waist. You forgot what it was like to want something like this. To have this hasty, frantic energy drawing you closer to this other person who you barely know. Except this time, you do know them. This is Hobie, the person who you would hopefully spend the rest of your life knowing. Your Hobie. Hobart Brown who was gently laying you down on his mattress, kissing up your torso, smoothing his cheek against the dip in your navel, pulling little 'ah' 'ah' 'ah's from you.
"Still good?" your boyfriend peeks his head up from between your thighs, checking in.
"Still good. You?" You have to pant it out.
He just smiles at you, a wicked, pretty thing. A loving thing.
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part 1 here
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s1ckh1mb0 · 9 months
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Alucard,Reiner,Oikawa, Connie, Korekiyo, and Hobie!
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samlacy · 10 months
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APRON
Just a lil prompt(?) I had in my mind :))
Hobie x gn!reader
(reader has masc/short hair btw!)
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☆☆☆☆☆
Hobie came back home after he practiced with his electric guitar on the rooftop of a building. He knocked before entering fully and hanging the keys while neatly putting the shoes together since he knew how you hated it being messy.
His guitar was placed to lean on the wall by the kitchen, he was looking down so he can take off his jacket and throw it over the kitchen chair. As soon as he looked up, he saw his pretty partner by the sink with an apron wrapped around his body.
The apron had little red strawberries on them, the background white and there was a perfect bow that got tied. Oh, but what his partner wore under the apron was the craziest part!
You had a really baggy plain red t shirt on, with the shortest black shorts ever. They were most definetily booty shorts, hell they were.
As soon as Hobie saw that, his jaw dropped. The half of your grown out hair being tied into a small ponytail was making him only crazier. The view was so beautiful for him.
Before you could even notice him, his hands were gripping on your hips as his lips kissed the sides and the back of your neck, cherishing your skin.
The warm contact made you melt into his touch, completely stopping the dishes washing session. You cleaned your hands on a near by towel as you held onto Hobies hands on your hips, only for it to arouse you more since his hands were so big. Big enough for it to pin down both of your wrists.
You turned around and cupped his face, to kiss his silver Piercings. Hobie valued it and chuckled at you.
Aka yall were total love birds till yall die. Which means you will never get tired of eachothers touches, praises, kisses and attention.
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Can't be staring at photos of Hobie where he's looking at the camera I be getting flustered like he's looking at me
Like these? Fine, swell. Could stare for hours.
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THESE? NO.
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I cannot I'm sorry. He knows. He's looking at me and he knows I'm staring and he's thinking thoughts he might even say sumn I must leave the room immediately
Oh nah he's looking dead at me we locked eyes I gotta-
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seokkbutt · 4 months
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Hoseok: did you come just now?
Jeongguk: fuck yes. I'm about to.
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my-hi-universe · 11 months
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Hate to add fuel to the fire here
But I need to give my two cents.
Everyone is talking about it and I know when you scroll through the punkflower tags you don’t wanna see people ranting and neither do I, but I’m a hypocrite and I will continue to be one, so let's get to it.
We all know that the Punkflower hate is forced, like there is actually no way you woke up and decided to hate this ship. Nobody is hurting you stop whining.
I know people have already discussed Hobie’s age and all so I won’t touch on that too much but isn’t soo funny that people bring it up once the ship gained popularity? Especially considering grown ass adults really only want to know his age so they can sexualizing Hobie, like who are you trying to fool? And don’t even get me started about Chaipunk.
(hate to drag you guys in here, but If we’re going down, then we all are)
I haven’t seen one word about how people ship Chaipunk like at all. It arguably has more art of it on twitter and again, not one word, which fine, nothing is wrong with the ship but nothing is wrong with Punkflower either. You cannot be serious. If you wanna talk about Punkflower then let’s talk about Chaipunk too. 
There really is no other explanation other than the fact that people don’t wanna see two black boys happy and enjoy life like honestly.
None of that was legible, but I hope you understood at least half of what I was saying even if none of it added to this already horrible discussion.
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kaisworlds · 9 months
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feel free to brush this off if its not your thing but i have a hobie thirst that i wanna get off my chest.
just. im obsessed with the idea of calling him "doll."
i feel like something about it just fits him so well. him taking the time every day to dress up in his countless bracelets and necklaces and rings and spending who knows how long in front of a mirror every day to get his eyeliner and lipstick just right.
how pretty and perfectly imperfect he looks before he gets ruined and his makeup streams down his face when he cries from being edged or overstimulated and his lipstick smears all across his face and those gorgeous painted lips know nothing but whining and begging for more.
how pretty he still looks after being brought to the edge and back down over and over and over because he's ruined and you know it's your doing and he's only this desperate for you.
and calling him "doll" because he was made to please you and be your pretty little toy. because he makes himself extra beautiful with accessories and makeup for you. because no matter what he does or how debauched he is, he'll always be the prettiest thing you've ever laid your eyes on, and he'd never want it any other way.
this got really long wow. um. yeah. just. calling hobie doll<3 it'll forever be my favorite pet name to thirst over him with<33
also not gonna lie i was debating between a few blogs to send this thirst to but i decided on this one bc yes??? and also im pretty sure you're the one that had a post about hobie with makeup that i really liked so. ty for your service<3
anon i love you and your big brain so much
doll
hobie brown x top dom male reader
top dom male reader, sub bottom hobie brown, breeding kink, praise and degrading
ruining everything hobie worked hard on but its fine because he wanted it to happen like this. why do you think he keeps buying the non water proof eyeliner?
he bites onto the pillow underneath him tears streaming down his face as he struggles to get out a coherent sentence out, arching his back in a way that makes you wonder how flexible spiderman really is
flipping him over onto his back gripping his face taking in his body "oh doll you look so fucking pretty" you say your words barely making it into his brain his eyes rolled behind his head another orgasm racking through him, his back arches up off of the bed, ankles digging into your lower back
just as youre about to reach your high and pull out hobie tightens his ankles "i-inside please dear god please" saying words that dont make sense but you get what he wants finishing inside of him for the first time since you got together
clean liquidy cum slides out of hobies tip as he breaths heavily "you did so good for me doll you look like a fucking mess" you kiss his stained cheeks
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fiepige · 8 months
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Have a bunch of Hobie poses from the behind the scenes video
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starandcloud · 2 months
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Forever More
Pairing: Hobie Brown x Y/N
CW: Bottom Hobie, Dom Y/N, usage of “Ama” (a gender neutral tone for Momma/Poppa), domestic Y/N and Hobie at the end
Word Count: 1,313
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You were always more… assertive than Hobie, who sparked the chaos and watched it unfold around him. But you, you took part in the chaos. Not minding about the busted lips or bruises you’d get, which did worry Hobie quite a bit. He created less and less chaos since he started dating you, knowing that you’d get caught up in it. He’s always tending to your most recent wound, with tender fingers and a sigh on his lips. Knowing that you’d have a new one later. Everyone seemed to think you two had such a domestic relationship, though no one ever seemed to pick up on the reversal in your relationship. Mostly because of how energetic you were, and how kind and caring. Then there was Hobie, who was more… chilled out and disturbing to some. But there were parts to your relationship no one really knew, everyone assumed Hobie was the dominant in your relationship and in ways he was. He was always there to defend you against others and would willingly assert himself in situations that he deemed too dangerous for you, but he knew you could handle yourself. It just gave him a sting of pride knowing you’d let him handle things you knew you could’ve handled. You were always so sweet and kind and short, at least compared to Hobie but then again; everyone was short compared to him. With some exceptions of course. Which was another major leading factor to make everyone believe that he was the dominant in your relationship.
But no one knew that you had Hobie, a whimpering whining mess nightly, or almost nightly. Obeying your every command, servicing you like an obedient dog.
He whined and squirmed under you as your delicate, and calloused, hands rubbed soothingly up and down his chest. Sharp breathes fell from his lips as he tried to beg to cum, which didn’t work in his favor. Your hand, that was around his cock, slowed to a stop as his tip which was leaking precum. His hips jerked up and you forced them back down with your free hand, and tsk’d at him.
“Oh Hobie… What did I say about that?” Your voice came out in that mock disappointed tone, making a fumbled out apology tumble from his lips. You watched an amused smile on your lips which made him let out a little sob, you had been edging him for hours. Denying him that sweet little release that he wanted oh so badly. You watched the tears bubble up in your eyes as one of his hands gripped at his bedsheets. The sloshing of water right outside made you sigh softly before glancing over, you could still see Hobie out of the corner of your eye and the adorable look in his eyes as his lip trembled made your insides swirl as you looked back at him. You smiled gently before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips and gently caressing his face with the hand that had been on his hip.
“You’ve done so well for me my sweet love…”
You whispered as he leaned into your hand and let his eyes fall shut, you carefully whipped a tear from his cheek and started to move the hand that held his cock. A whimper came from his lips as he buried his face in your hand, hoping to muffle his pathetic noises. You reveled in his little noises and reactions, so you instinctive moved your hand faster. Watching as his eyes fluttered and rolled back slightly, you kissed the top of his head and carefully sat beside him; your legs were starting to hurt from how you had been standing.
“There’s a good boy Hobie,” you whispered out, “such a good boy for me…”
You could feel his hips jerk up, but didn’t reprimand this time.
“A-Ama…” he whined out, “ple-ease…”
You raised an eyebrow at his request and moved your hand to kiss his lips.
“What is it beautiful?”
“Please let me cum… I-I’ll be a good boy ple-ease… I-I need it… I-I’ve been a good boy all week I deserve it…”
His begs made your insides turn again as you kissed him again, “of course good boy, you’ve earned it,” you whispered against his lips. You pulled back from the kiss and watched as relief passed over his face and heard how his whines became louder and more frequent and how quiet little moans fell past his lips. His eyes inched open as he looked up at you, the way he looked at you made you so proud of your creation. How pathetic and small he looked, you couldn’t help but comment.
“What a pathetic boy… you look so desperate and adorable…”
You watched as your comment made his eyes roll back and felt as his hips stuttered up and heard the broken whine that passed his lips as he came into your hand. You let out a little laugh as his eyes rolled back, you kept your hand still as his hips fell back against the bed and watched his eyelids flutter shut. You smiled gently and pressed a kiss to his lips as you got up. You grabbed a baby wipe and cleaned your hands before cleaning him up. Little whines came from him as you did, making you instinctively rub little circles on his thigh with his thumb and reassure him.
“I know sweet boy, I know, but I have to clean you up so you’re more comfortable…” Your voice was so tender and sweet as you quickly finished up and left the room for a second to throw it all away. You grabbed some water and grabbed his clothes from the clothes warmer you had begged him to buy. When you walked into the room you found him shakily sitting up. You carefully put the clothes and water down and tilted his head up with your finger to press a kiss to his lips.
“I’m gonna make you some food sweetheart, is there anything you want in particular?” You asked, as he leaned his head against your shoulder.
“I want toast… the cinnamon one…”
He mumbled, making you laugh as you softly rubbed his back. “Alright, alright, I’ll make you your french toast and you get dressed and I’ll bring it in when it’s done sweet boy…”
You left with a kiss to his head and started to cook, by the time you finished he was passed out in bed. You laughed softly and left the food on the nightstand and flicked a blanket over his body, you closed the blinds and kissed his forehead. You settled on the edge of the bed and watched him for a moment with a sweet smile, you gently rubbed little circles on his chest and thought of how lucky you were to have him. You don’t remember laying down next to him or falling asleep, but you do remember waking up pressed against his chest as he held you protectively. You smiled softly and nuzzled against him as you pressed a kiss to his neck and settled back down, you had forgotten just how in love you were in love with him until now. It really did make your heart race as you gently reached up and fixed his bonnet that was trying to make a get away on top of his head from how much he tossed and turned in his sleep. Your fingers gently traced his face as you smiled up at him, knowing that this was the man you were going to marry. One way or another, legally or not, you were going to marry that man and you were going to live happily ever after with him. Even though neither of you believed in “happily ever after”s anymore, but you were determined to live like that with him. Forever more.
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rebisrot · 4 months
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im sick
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s1ckh1mb0 · 10 months
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“That’s it baby just like that~”
Hobie grabbed your waist thrusting up into you to match your pace. Barely being able to take half of him you were moaning and groaning so loud surely your roommates would hear.His cold rings leaving slight marks with how tight his grip was. Both of you looked a mess, make up running down both of your face. You were pulled into a sloppy kiss with his hand wrapped around your throat. Spit coming from the both of you, your hand grabbing, and the sound of slapping filling the room. He pulled back giving you a smirk before pinning you down, pushing your legs up to your chest “Let’s see how much you can take~”
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