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rockstvrdotcom · 9 months

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3: overstimulating them til they’re begging

ask and u shall receive 😝 gn! reader

he twitched in your mouth, looking down at you; your head inbetween his legs giving him the best head of his life. he couldn't count how many times hes came inside of your mouth, unable to form a proper sentence.

he looked down at you with half lidded eyes, "pl- please love, please." he begged, not even sure of what he was begging for. he tangled his hand in your hair, stroking your head gently.

"please what, hobie?" you popped your mouth off his dick for just a second, his tip swollen and throbbing. before he could speak you took him back into your mouth, his hips involuntarily thrusting up into your mouth.

"i- i can't- ngh- no more please.." he said inbetween moans, but still continuing to thrust his hips into your mouth, his body begging for more. he felt tears prick at the corner of his eyes, tossing his arm over his mouth, trying to prevent himself from making noise.

you giggled around his cock, the vibrations making him moan loudly. you could feel him twitch in your mouth again as his tip hit the back of your throat.

"mm- fuck, angel.. i'm- shit- cumming again." he whimpered, biting slightly into his arm as he emptied his seed deep into your throat for the 6th time this night.

you swallowed it contently, looking up at him between his thighs as he looked down at you with pupils blown with lust. "please, baby, can't cum anymore.." he pleaded, his eyes never leaving your face.

you slid off of him for a second. his chest heaved up and down as he stroked your cheek with his thumb, wiping off the cum that leaked from the corners of your lips. "color?" you asked.

"f-fuck... bright green."

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GUYS PLS WHEN READER ASKS WHAT COLOR THEY MEAN LIKE IS IT GOOD TO CONTINUE😭😭 green means continue red means stop yellow means slow down/be gentler HOBIES CUM IS NOT GREEN PLS

#astv #hobie brown #hobie brown astv #hobie astv #hobie smut #hobie brown smut #spiderpunk #spiderpunk smut

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chishiyae · 10 months

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— HATE CONSISTENCY, BUT LOVE IT WITH YOU ! [𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜] hobie brown.

𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ┊ makeout sessions are lovely, but you'd prefer them to not have you pleading.

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 ┊0.7k words. implied fem!reader. there’s literally (little to) no plot whatsoever… just kissing and banter. established relationship. suggestive.

a/n. — there i was, on a road trip, listening to music when i thought about writing a quick little fic … so i opened up tumblr and found @/jasminesfury’s dialogue prompt. and oh, was i inspired

hobies thumbs circle the inner of your thighs before retracting and lowering his hands. the shorts you were wearing provided him with easy access, and he'd be damned if he didn't take use of it.

one of your hands was wrapped over his neck, supporting you in your straddling position. the other was found lying in between you and hobie, which was needless given how close you two were, but it's not like you're thinking right now. too engrossed in the sensations. the rhythmic motions of your lips lapping over each other. his hands stroking your thighs. the scrape of his jeans against your flesh (which you hardly felt now). all of it just had you — gone.

he pulls away from your kiss, a tiny rope of saliva tying your lips together. his gaze travels from the saliva to your eyes, taking in how distant you are from the world — from everything other than him. he couldn't stop smirking.

“look at my pretty girl.”

hobie dropped his head, brushing against your neck before giving pecks to the surface. you simply turn your neck to provide him better access. a calloused hand reaches for yours, and you almost miss it because of the warmth in your chest, or was it coming from somewhere else?

you're about to cease his kisses and bend in to catch his lips when you feel a harsher pressure on your neck. one that you can only consider as sucking. you gasp at the feeling; it being a wet yet ticklish heat.

his hand squeezed yours, and you reciprocated.

as he went on, the tingling gradually gave way to burning. and it takes everything you have to not let a noise escape your lips. to not let one out as hobie took his time sucking down on the sensitive skin, using his teeth, and then kissing the area as if to relieve the discomfort.

you let go of his squirming hand with reluctance. his fingertips slid up your arms so delicately that they were almost imperceptible. with each breath you take, he travels further. waist then hips. when he reaches the band of your shorts, he leans back and takes a good look at you. a discolored portion of skin stood out to him, the smirk on his lips becoming inevitable.

was he always this smug?

his tongue took only a second to sweep across his lips, but the way his teeth bit down on it made you want more. want him to take his lips into yours again. want the pool of neediness to subside. most importantly? you want him to stop fucking teasing.

your whiny expression says it all. hobie was skilled at reading people, but he didn't have to try just now, which he found very amusing.

"oh, shut up," you whined, giving him a push.

he only holds up his hands, “i ain’t even say anythin’!”

“you were going to.”

he pulls you in by your belt loops, sending you to fall over his chest. he looks down at you and mumbles, "wasnt."

liar.

you raise yourself higher and get closer to his face, hovering above him. your arms extended over his head and rest on the bedframe for support. it's quiet for a moment, with only the whistling wind to keep conversation going before you speak. “i hate you.”

he twists your belt loops and lightly yanks you back to your original position on his chest. when he stares down at you with that same expression, it's like deja vu, "oh yea’? should i stop?"

“i’ll push you off this bed.”

when you're staring up at someone, it's harder to be threatening. from the raise of hobie’s brow, you make a mental note of that.

"jus’ keep going," you continue, patting his chest as you prepare to sit up, when he gives you a knowing look.

your face falls. you already know what he expects. it was the only type of consistency he genuinely enjoyed, which you used to tease him about. getting a good laugh while he rolled his eyes, but nothing was funny once he brought up how you dreaded it, longed to just get your hands on what you desired. that's why the joke stopped.

“please?” you sigh, your voice quieter and less demanding than before.

a third smirk tugs at his lips today, to which you roll your eyes.

“see? was that so hard?”

#「𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒」#about how many words are considered a drabble guys #because idk whether or not to put this in the oneshot section or not #across the spider verse × reader #spider man: across the spider verse #astv x reader #astv #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown × you #hobie astv #astv x you

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drizzlingcups · 8 months

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CONTENTS OF MY SKETCHBOOKK Getting into that Miles Morales mindset 😎😎

#hobie brown #across the spiderverse #spiderpunk #hobie brown fanart #spiderverse #hobie spiderverse #hobie atsv fanart #hobie art #hobie astv #sketchbook #marker art #fanart

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spidey-bie · 9 months

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I need to have a discussion with whoever thought it was okay to make Hobie's full name Hobart.

What made you think that was ok?

#KICKING AND SCREAMING #HOBART #HOBART BROWN #FOR WHY #hobie brown #hobart brown #UGHHHHHHH #atsv hobie brown #hobie astv #jay and the spiders

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ur1vr · 9 months

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❤️‍🩹.

hobie brown x fem! reader

tw/cw: angsty, character death (not sayin who), hobie cryinOMFG THIS HURTS TO TYPE, medium description of blood, suicidal thoughts, suicide, sad shit EVERYWHERE…I APOLOGIZE, mentions of sharp objects.

listen to so my darling-rachel chinouriri, or la lune- billie marten <3 (both fucking hurt🫡)

you’re tired. you tired of all these fucking canon events. They tire you so much. You cry in stress in your room every night, everything piles up onto you. Miguel and his harsh comments, your loved ones passing away, you failing school, your parents hating you, it just never stops. You just wish it could end, and you’ve tried. pills, the sharpened knife on your kitchen counter, trying to kill yourself in your bathtub, letting the cold water go up your nose and into your ears. you’ve tried, but nothing ever worked.

One night you thought of trying again. As you were getting up to leave your room a portal opened, but you didn’t even bother turning around. “you okay love?” the familiar voice echoed through your room. You nodded slowly, but you knew he wasn’t gonna take that as an answer. He steps in front of you, looking at you with concern and worry. “ya know you can talk to me, right? Im here if you need me.” you looked at him with glassy eyes, tears already falling. “hey hey hey whats going on love?” you tried your best to make words, despite your shaky voice. “hobie i cant- im so like..fucking tired. im tired of a-all this bullshit on me and im at my breaking point where i might just k-“ “do not say that.” hobie says sternly, but with care.

You slowly realize that his eyes are glassy too, making you break down. “we need you here, I need you here. I need you here more than anyone else on the team, m’kay?” he says while looking at you, tears threatening to spill. “Im sorry.” you say. “what are you sorry about? what do you mean?” hobies breathing slowly turning uneven. He doesn’t wanna know, but he feels like he does. Then it clicks. “oh my god no.” “nonononono” he frantically checks on you then he rolls up your sleeves. fuck. He looks at you with…an emotion you can’t decipher well, which is making you nauseous. “you said you stopped” at this point you were full on sobbing at his words. “why did you lie? i could’ve helped yo-“ you push him away for a moment, confused.

“What do you mean could’ve..?” hobie takes a deep breath. “I meant it as why didn’t you tell me while you we-“ “WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHILE??” your sadness turned into anger. “SO YOUR TELLING ME YOU CANT HELP ME ANYMO-“

“NO I CANT. I CANT HELP YOU. YOU WANNA KNOW WHY? BECAUSE ITS GOTTEN TO A POINT WHERE NOT EVEN A REGULAR PERSON LIKE ME CAN HELP. YOU NEED PROFESSIONAL HELP, CANT YOU SEE? LOOK AT YOUR ARMS LOVE AND Y-YOUR-“ hobie staggers down a bit crying and heavily breathing. “hobie..please.” “hobie look at me, talk to me please.” Hobie puts his head in hands and your heart shatters to the floor. “cmere.” he suddenly says with a scratchy voice. You immediately go to him and hug him like never before, and he hugs back just as tightly, kissing the side of your head still crying. “Im so so s-sorry hobie..please forgive me.” You plead as if he would disappear at any moment.

*time skip🫡*

you and hobie are cuddled on your bed, but you can’t sleep. You stare at your ceiling, only thinking of him. The tears that welled in his eyes, the sadness in his voice, the guilt. It made you want to cry even harder, wondering why you could’ve just fucking stopped. You turn your head to look at him, tears streaming down your face. Hes sound asleep next to you, but you just wanna wonder what hes thinking of. Does he hate you now? It scrambled through your mind. and you thought of something again, but ended up whispering it. “im so sorry hobie, i cant do this, it wont stop at all.” you kiss his forehead tearfully and get up. you find a piece of paper laying at your desk, looking up, you see pictures and polaroids of you both smiling and laughing. A picture of your first date. The kiss at the firework show. You guys at the park. you sniff as you grab a pen and start scribbling down: “im so sorry hobes, i wish i could’ve stayed longer my love. Thank you for everything, i love you so much my little spider-punk.”

You slowly get up and place the paper where you were laying down. you look at your loving boyfriend one last time, before entering the kitchen. You end up finding the knife. “He tried hiding it…” you say quietly crying. You raise the knife to your wrist, targeting your vein roughly, and the rest went from a blur to pitch black. Hobie wakes up in the middle of the night and feels an empty space on the bed. He frantically jumps and looks around the room and finds the paper. He reads it, and tears start flowing like a waterfall down his face. He immediately stands up and yells your name, trying to find you around the house…and when he finds you, its heart breaking. He finds you unconscious on the cold floor, blood slightly seeping from your arm. “nonono please PLEASE.” He yells as he picks you up, lifting your head first. “look at me baby-look at me please, please love don’t die on me my love please” he says while sobbing, trying to find any sign of life in your face.

but he finds none.

#hobie x reader #hobie astv #hobie brown #sad as fuck #i apologize #spiderman across the spiderverse #hobie angst #Spotify #angst #spider punk

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sketchy-aura · 8 months

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spiderverse doodle page from the other day!

Top Left: Hobie brown crying Bottom Left: Flustered spidersona Bottom right: Flustered Pavitr (my first time drawing him!) Top Right: Miles Morales baby (also my first time drawing him!)

#spiderverse #spiderverse doodles #sketch draws #istv #atsv #pavitr astv #hobie astv #miles astv #spidersona

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bbluesagwa · 9 months

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finally got around to drawing hobie!! idk why I didn’t draw him earlier,, but also I love how I didn’t have to be clean with it and rlly just went with the flow

#fanart #illustration #spider man: across the spider verse #hobie brown #hobie spiderverse #astv hobie #hobie astv #hobie my beloved #hobie fanart #hobart brown #spiderman fanart #spiderman astv #spiderman #hobie brainrot

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tildexart · 11 months

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them.

based on one tumblr post THAT I CAN’T FINDDDD if anyone knows what I’m talking about pls send it thank you thank you

#tildexart #hobie brown #spider punk #atsv hobie #pavitr prabhakar #spiderman india #miles morales #spider gwen #gwen stacy #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #astv #astv fanart #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderverse #this was a scribble #my actual art is better I swear

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shayneysides · 11 months

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hobie: kill yourself

pavitr: WHAT THE HELL BRO WHAT DID I DO

original format from @ha-youwish in this post!

#across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #pavitr prabhakar #hobie brown #gwen stacy #miles morales #astv fanart #spiderman #sorry im overtagging so much i just spent way longer on this than i should've #also the post editor seems to have compressed the image to hell so i rly hope it doesn't post so fuzzy #anyways. pav is so so silly #astv #spiderverse #spiderverse fanart #again i'm sorry for overtagging this movie just has SO MANY TAGS #spiderband #spiderman across the spider verse #edited because it suddenly started getting a ton of notes and i hated that i mischaracterized pavitr in it

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cqcophobiq · 9 months

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alright listen spiderverse fandom. love hobie’s design, but why’s he’s always in his work outfit in group art or fics even when the others are in casual clothes? punk fashion is so cool. look!! look at the things he’d be wearing when he’s clocked out

#spider punk #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #spiderman #spider man #hobie brown #spiderman across the spiderverse #spider man across the spider verse #spiderverse fanart #astv #astv hobie #look y’all you KNOW he looks cool come on 👀#and I included mostly black punks for a reason

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rockstvrdotcom · 7 months

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⪼ 10.07 KINKTOBER, DAY 4 HOBIE X READER

pornstar!reader/pornstar!hobie, sex tape

the camera was set up perfectly, showing your cockdrunk face and hobies fat cock sliding in and out of your slick cunt mercilessly, babbling incoherently as he fucked you stupid.

hobie was your favorite co-star; with him you fuck like you've never fucked before. whenever you collabed you barely ever got an orgasm, but with hobie? you couldn't even count.

you let out a broken moan as his tip hit that perfect spot in you with each thrust. "i love fuckin' this stupid pussy till it's sore." he let out with a grunt, sloppily rubbing at your clit and making you see stars.

"s- shit! hobie!" you whined, clenching around him tightly as he slapped your pussy lightly. his rough hands moved from your clit to explored the curve of your ass, gripping the flesh and leaving hand marks.

he reached towards the camera and tilted it down so your raw, puffy pussy was on display as his cock rammed into you; your nails digging into his forearms and making him groan in pleasure.

he takes pride in knowing he can fuck you better than anyone else ever could. "fuckin' slag.. can anybody else please you like this, dove?" he asked, biting his lip as he slowed down and made it clear there was only one answer.

"f- fuck! no, hobie! only you can!" you whined, bucking your hips against his desperately. he let out a deep chuckle before fucking into you again ruthlessly, another orgasm approaching as your eyes rolled back.

"y' gonna cum for me again, hun? c'mon, cum for me baby." he smiled, his thumb caressing your bottom lip. you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood, your vision going white.

your orgasm crashed over you in waves of pleasure after another, his tip hitting the entrance of your cervix so deliciously good as he fucked you through your orgasm. your clenching was enough to make him groan in pleasure, emptying himself in you and watching it leak out of your hole as his pace slowed.

"fuck.." you mumbled, orgasm dying down as hobie leaned over to suck at your tits, reaching over to the camera and shutting it off yet he still continued.

he gripped at your thighs, leaving kisses down your belly before slowly pulling out, watching his spend leak out of you.

"i love you hobie.. t- tell me you love me too." you babbled, your pussy clenching around nothing as you took his hand into yours, watching his face contort into shock.

"i love you too, sweets."

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this was so half assed im sorry yall </3

#hobie astv #hobie brown astv #astv #hobie #hobie brown #hobie smut #hobie brown smut #astv smut

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drizzlingcups · 8 months

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even more hobie marker art (on the right, I ran out of colors so now hes just wearing make-up! which!! he totally would!)

#hobie brown #across the spiderverse #spiderpunk #hobie brown fanart #spiderverse #hobie spiderverse #hobie astv #hobie atsv fanart #fanart #marker art

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hyolks · 10 months

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hello everynyan

#spiderman #astv #across the spiderverse #meows morales #miles morales #hobie brown #gwen stacy #pavitr prabhakar #this cat hobie is kinda sick. he's my fav part of this

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ur1vr · 9 months

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je te laisserai des mots.

hobie brown x reader

tw/cw: angsty as FUCK, character death (guys pls don’t come for me), reader is happy then gets hit with alot of sad shit💔 brief description of blood/vomiting..this story had me crying while typing

(they both play piano btw)

listen to to the title of the song 🫂

i used to have a neighbor.

His name was hobie. I usually called him “bee”. I found out he lived next to me through my favorite instrument, the piano. The piano was my way of letting my emotions out. I played and played almost everyday. Soon enough, i heard the same notes through my wall. I was surprised, at first, i didn’t know that my neighbor played the same thing as me. I felt..happy.

As evenings went by, I mustered up the courage to knock on his door. knocked once. twice.

“maybe he’s not the type to answer the door like that. eh, i respect it.” i shrugged off as i went back to my apartment.

One day a cute spider-themed sticky note slipped under my door. I went and picked it up:

“sorry for not answerin !! was busy :[“

thats cute.. i smiled slightly as i left my apartment to go to his. I knocked on his door. once. twi-

He opened the door, dressed in sweatpants and an oversized shirt. He looked so so pretty. At first he was surprised why i came by, but then i held the sticky note up and slightly laughed. “Saw this just now.” You say while smiling. “Well.. i wonder who put it there” he jokingly says as he takes the sticky note from my hand, inspecting it on purpose like some detective. I laughed as i took it from him, stuck it on the side of his face, and walked into his apartment.

It was nicely decorated, plants and little trinkets here and there, but i looked to my right and saw his beautiful piano that i’ve been hearing through my walls. It was just like mine really, but different colors and-decorations. Mine was decorated with pink fake tulips on one side and a framed photo of my friends on the other, but his made me want to cry.

His was decorated with a polaroid of his friends that laid on the top part, and on the other side, was a framed photo of his mother. He kept his prized possession in shape. “Wow hobie..your piano its- beautiful.” i say as i look at it. “It’s okay, you can touch it if you’d like. jus’ not the- frame.” i look at him with a small pang in my chest. He looks at the framed photo of his beautiful mother for a good minute. He looked, sad..as if he’s been mourning for months at a time. “I’m so, so sorry for your loss hobie.” I said with comfort as i embraced him into a hug. I felt a spot my sweater turn moist. “m’ sorry love..didn’t mean to get so emotional and ruin your sweater�� i jus’ feel hopeless right now.” he says, while whispering the last part knowing i couldn’t hear it, breaks out of the hug and slightly chuckles as he wipes his tears. “It’s okay, don’t worry.” I rub his arm soothingly. “so you uhm-“ he clears his throat. “Wanna play something?” I nod in agreement as we both went to sit on the long bench.

“Theres this one song i’d like to show you”

“alright, what’s it called?”

“je te laisserai des mots…was my moms favorite.”

As days like this went by, we became close friends through our hobbies and most of all..the piano, of course. One day it was raining, and i didn’t feel like doing much. I went to my piano and played the melody of the song. I started to play it daily just as practice, but now its ingrained in my mind. While i was playing, a familiar series of notes started playing through my wall. “it’s bee” i thought. We ended up playing through the whole song, our notes melting together smoothly, even though the wall separated us. Once we finished, i got up to head to my room until i heard a light sound. taptaptaptap. I laughed as i turned around, knowing where it was coming from. It was hobie, trying to make some type of sound to make it seem like he was clapping. I ended up doing the same, and it ended with laughter.

Time went by, and some things started to go, off-key. Some nights, i heard the sound of things being knocked down, or even worse, sobs. Sobs of someone i knew. I tried reaching out, but he would never open his door. I tried playing piano, no response back. I even tried his favorite. no answer. I started getting worried. I went to knock on his door. once. twice. another time. and anothe-

He opened the door slightly, and the state he was in almost made me cry on the spot. His eyes were glassy, some small tears escaping. he was wearing a long sleeved jacket, small blotches of red seeping through, some already dried. “Bee are you alr-“ “m’ fine. Jus’ leave..please.” I look at him with concern as i try again. “I’m here if you nee-“ “Jus’ go away.” He looks up at me sadly, as a signal to go. I nod in defeat as i walk back, tears flowing down my face. I tried my hardest to help him, but he kept pushing it away. It hurt me deeply. So i tried playing piano again, letting the notes echo through my space, desperately hoping that he responds back. Absolutely nothing. I stared at my hands placed on the ending note, and tears escaped from my eyes. I bit my lip, trying to suppress my cries. I end up going to bed hopeless. As i was going to bed i heard footsteps around his place. I really hope you heard what i played, please respond back. I pray in my head as i drift off into sleep.

I was woken up abruptly by a loud siren. I look out the window, flashes of red and blue. I see police cars and an…ambulance? An ambulance, nonononono. I thought loudly as i rushed out to see where the paramedics were going to. They were entering his house. Hobies house. I try to move through the small crowd of neighbors from other apartments to see the scene. When i saw what was happening, i couldn’t believe it. “Oh my god.. oh my god no no no no” i repeated as tears streamed down my face. I ask one of the police officers desperately, repeatedly asking “whats going on?” “Where are you taking him?” Questions turned into pleas. “He’s my close friend” “He’s the only thing i have at the moment.” “Please tell me.” “Please let me see him.” But then he moved away from me as of the paramedics called him into the house. When he walked back out, i could see the grief in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, but im afraid hobie has passed away due to an attempted suicide.”

My whole body felt like shutting down at that moment. My stomach fell to the floor. I felt like vomiting. My breaths quickened. “W-W-what are you talking a-about?” “N-no. He can’t be..nonono he can’t be dead. HE CANT BE.” i felt like passing out. I almost collapsed but the policeman held me up. I ended up being taken back into my apartment, but i tried not to. I didn’t want to. “No please p-please please let me see him one last time, let me see his face sir please…you don’t understand-you don’t understand-“ i sobbed uncontrollably as i was taken back.

From that day forward, i swore to never touch my piano again. But i wanted to pursue it, just for him. I attended his funeral, and i’ve always been visiting his grave. “You wouldn’t believe what i found in this box i had in my closet bee.” I whisper as i pulled out a polaroid from years ago. It was a photo of us both making stupid faces while we sat in front of the piano. “I guess we got bored in this one.” I laughed as i admired the photo, admiring him. “You were taken too soon bee…why?” I broke down. “Why didn’t you tell me anything? Did you think you would’ve looked vulnerable?” I asked sadly, like he would answer me in a second. I sniffled as i placed the cute photo beside the banquet of tulips. “I miss you so much..” i looked up at the sky painted by the sunset and hummed his favorite song.

“Je te laisserai des mots

En-dessous de ta porte…”

#hobie brown #hobie spiderverse #hobie angst #angst #angsty #spider punk #hobie x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #hobie astv #sad as fuck #im done #im cryin #Spotify

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messylustt · 10 months

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i need hobie brown smut i can’t find any 😭🙏 hes a rockstar so i’m pretty sure those fingers are …. 😍😍

practice — hobie brown. longer name. hobie using your pussy for band practice. they areeee tho. god.

he’d be sitting on a comfy chair or couch, legs spread (of course), and he’d be ushering you over by a slight backwards tilt to his head. thinking all is innocent you walk over, bouncing onto the couch beside him. hobie immediately grabs your legs which had bent slightly together, as he straightens them over his lap, his large hands practically wrapping around both calves (they are big enough, yes).

“how’d practice go?” you ask, shifting to get slightly more comfortable. “I could practically hear your guitar from a million rooms down — ” but your words drift off upon feeling his hands glide up your leg, coming to a stop by your bare thighs (you being in a skirt). you intake air as hobie yanks you closer to him by your thighs, slightly spreading them in the process.

you’re now practically draped over him having to push up slightly on your elbows as you stare at him from lower on the couch. “it was alrigh’…” his hand began to lead under your skirt all while keeping eye contact with your fluttering eyes. “if ya heard it that far away, then mission accomplished.” your breathing hitches as hobie’s ringed fingers disappear under your skirt, away from your vision, as he slowly brushes over your covered pussy, making your hips jolt.

“but apparently I need practice…” he hums, beginning to draw patterns over your clit as your chest begins to heave. “my fingers need to be quicker to get a certain tempo…” now he’s moving your panties aside as he slides the tips of his fingers through your wetness. “thanks, babe…ya all prepared for me.”

and then he’s thrusting two long fingers into your cunt making your breathing hitch as your hips shift. “hobie…”

“mm…” he watches as his fingers go in and out your pretty hole. “ya can help me get better…righ’?” his thrusts are moving quicker now, as his other hand keeps your thighs spread apart. “let me know if my speed is improving.” you’re now a whimpering mess as your head knocks back, his thrusts now at an ungodly pace as his thumb moves to rub circles on your clit.

“no no…i need to you to see. to let me know how i’m doing…” his free hand moved to pull your chin back. “watch.” your pussy is clenching around his fingers, as the speed makes your entire body hum, his thumb somehow flicking your clit perfectly. and as your orgasm crashes over you, hobie hums to himself, slowing the pace a fraction, but not pulling out.

“see…i’m already getting better…you really are helping me improve…” his thrusts quicken up again, making you whine in overstimulation. “shh…this technique is working…i can’t stop my practice now…”

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beeteal · 11 months

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every swing, every web, all at once

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