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

I’ve seen everyone doing these drabbles/aus and I wanted to join! 🤠

It gets suggestive towards the end so MINORS BEWARE.

word count: 719 (kind of proofread, I got excited)

dividers by @y-onb 🩵

Daydreaming about GymRat!Miguel x PlusSize!Reader / Chubby!Reader and the dynamic of big tall bf x shorter chubby gf 🚻

GymRat!Miguel who started off as an awkward, lanky, nerdy teen using the gym to blow off steam. His mom felt that he wasn’t a great influence to his brother, his father wasn’t his real father, and his step-brother was an asshole.

GymRat!Miguel who’s nearly triple his weight by the time he starts college, body full of muscle. His mom has calmed down despite him previously eating her out of a house and a home. His biological dad agreed to help with any leftover college expenses and his step-dad helps him move on campus. He’s tearful when he hugs Gabriel goodbye, promising to call and play their weekly games.

GymRat!Miguel who stays loyal to his nerdy roots and aims for a Science degree with a minor in Robotics for fun. He sticks out like a sore thumb in his classes, body taking up the ends of lab tables. Even though he prefers to sit in the front of classes, he opts to sit in the back so that everyone can see. He’s constantly using office hours and lingering after class so that he can make sure that his notes are correct.

GymRat!Miguel who first meets you in one of his bio labs and is immediately enamored by you. Your clothes hug your curves, you smell sweet, and something on you always matches. Your shoes and your backpack, your skirt and your jacket, your accessories and your nails.

GymRat!Miguel who ends up being in your group for a project and watches in awe as you take the lead, helping everyone decide which parts to complete. You go out of your way to make the powerpoint colorful and creative. You’re ecstatic when he turns in his parts extra early as everyone else has gone a-wall.

GymRat!Miguel who calms you down when the deadline is near and the rest of the group still hasn’t done their part. You two meet late in the library to finish everything. He thinks you’re adorable despite how stressed and tired you are. He makes the last minute decision to delete the other two group member’s names off of the title slide, taking the initiative to email the teacher before hand.

GymRat!Miguel who walks into the lab building on presentation day 50 minutes early and sees you being cornered by the other group members eyes full of confusion. He quickly walks over asking if there was a problem. Seeing him looming over them, the two decide give up, and scramble together a last minute presentation.

GymRat!Miguel who explains everything, telling you not to worry about the others and just focus on you all’s presentation. You two have great presentation, chemistry blooming as you bounce off each other. You both get an easy A and you hug Miguel out of an excitement before the next lab starts.

GymRat!Miguel who imprints the feeling of your body against his in his memory. Your smell, how soft you were. how small you felt in his arms, how tight you squeezed him.

GymRat!Miguel whose dreams of you have him tossing and turning in his twin sized bed that was far too little for him. He scares his poor roommate to death when his body hits the floor with a big boom. The dream of you under him shattering as he collides with the ground. He groans and apologizes to his roommate, pain in his side and his groin.

GymRat!Miguel who takes a cold shower, too aroused to go back to sleep. He bites his fist trying to quiet his moans, not wanting to wake his roommate for a second time. He replays images of you in his mind, pulling at his length until he shutters against the tile walls.

GymRat!Miguel whose heart drops when he checks his phone after his shower. You followed him on Instagram three hours ago. He checks your page and sees that you're private, but your profile picture is a lot. It's an angle from above you, your cleavage on display.

GymRat!Miguel who stands in the bathroom ogling at the photo like an idiot. He clicks the follow back button, watching as it shifts to pending, and stares down at his body again. He sighs and turns the shower back on, banking on his roommate sleeping through everything once again.

You had no idea the effect you had on him.

Leave a like and a comment! Let me know how you feel 😶‍🌫️

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

Hobie Brown x fem!reader (smut)

Imagine...

You have a completely different style compared to Hobie, always dressed so cute, so pretty — but the one day you find Hobies chocker on your bed, everything changes. You examine it before eventually trying it on, loving the way it hugged your neck and the way it was completely outstanding from the current outfit you were wearing. Unfortunately for you, Hobie enters the room exactly then, his mouth wide agape as he stares at you.

"Fuck.." you turn around at his voice, shrieking as you try to pull the choker off. He chuckles, walking up to you and holding your wrists. "I knew ya'd look good but.. ya look ev'n fuckin' better." You look up at him shyly and he kisses you.

The kisses turn into something more until you end up on the bed on all fours, the choker now having a rope connected to it as Hobie held the other end of it, pulling on it so you would look up. Your skirt is pulled up as he's pounding into you, mumbling out curses and grunting ever so often. "yeah thas right, fuckin' adorable with that thing."

He has you cumming instantly — a few seconds after he's cumming inside you too, the rope loosening, making you finally fall into the bed as your legs and hands give in. He mumbles out a few praises as he takes you in his arms, taking the spikey collar off and kissing the spot it was on. "Guess I gotta find a new place for 'em hickeys, eh?"

You can barely hold yourself awake as he marks you down to your collarbone and as he's done he makes sure to take good care of you.

Since then, Hobie also made you a choker and you happily always added it to your outfits, even with all the stares you got, you fucking loved it, refusing to not wear it (which Hobie found absolutely adorable). Eventually you'll end up making him a pink bracelet which he never takes off either <33

Masterlist

yo stalkeando esta cuenta lolllll 👀👀

To have hobie with painted nails gripping the back of my head while giving him head😫 I’m like 90% sure I’m gonna get fired from my job because it’s all I can think of 😭

pls do not encourage me PLEAJSJE… i’m imagining some chipped red polish i cannot do this pls help me i’m gonna pull the trigger