#!! garo bare bones

and it wouldnt even be that big of a deal either he just does that.

I like making Hobie feel good. I really really like making Hobie feel good. I like to drag him inside the house after a long day and pin him to the front door to kiss him and suck on his lip ring while I unclip his 10 million stacked belts and hold him by the nape. I like dropping to my knees right there and giving him the sloppiest head just to hear him groan and sigh and feel his spindly hands tugging at the roots of my hair. I like swallowing him to the root to feel his thighs shake and hear him swear. I like when he pretends to be shocked I'm doing all this at the front door. I like when he proceeds to cum down my throat anyway and I have to hold him up so he doesn't collapse like a jenga tower. I like when I keep sucking until he whimpers and hisses and taps out. I like how I can see the glaze in his eyes when he looks down at me and how his chest heaves. My favorite part is the way I can immediately tell he regrets nothing afterwards either.

Summary: an imagined convo between Gn!reader who's used to traditional relationships x Queerplatonic relationship proffessional Hobie.

Word count: 487 (edit: reworded some stuff)

Tags/warnings: chat format, queerplatonic Hobie Brown x gn!reader, pet names, discussing sex, clearing up uncertainties, laying down boundaries, domestic fluff of COURSE, usage of "Reader" for reader (lmao)

A/N: i vomit another daydream and share it with you all. Live laugh love queerplatonic Hobie. Please enjoy. And don't mind the recurring use of "whadyu mean" it's fun to write sue me /j

[ Reader and Hobie lay in bed, legs tangled after 2 days of very reciprocated love and physical affection but no official confession... ]

Soo... let's say through some christmas miracle (in the middle of april) I was granted a red button labeled "make Hobie cum instantly" by an undisclosed source. A little portable one, just big enough to fit in my pocket. I showed Hobie and watched his face cycle through 5 different expressions ranging from absolute bewilderment to morbid curiosity.

We went back and forth on whether this was legit or not at first but lost the plot talking about how this would even work. In the end, it was breaking our brains to think about it so Hobie decided it would be scientifically impossible for that button to just... DO that.

For some reason, in his mind that might've rhymed with "i'm not gonna press it."

he was wrong.

i let him turn his back on me and take exactly three steps towards the counter before pushing the button with my thumb.

And I watched, with vicious delight, as he stumbled sideways, knees buckling and hands flying to his crotch— bracing one elbow on the countertop while he, actually, came in his fucking pants. Idk if it was the way I pressed it but the aftershocks were REALLY strong- he was whimpering and panting and everything, ears on fire, thighs shaking, along with his shoulders. Which was probably from humiliation more than actual pleasure. Both is good. He scolded me and confiscated it after I tried to press it again. :<

I gotta be sucking so good Hobie's eyes are rolling back in his head and he is looking at his own skull. I need to give it to him so good his teeth crack from clenching his jaw and his toes pop from curling them so hard. I gotta be so fucking nasty with it his head is thrashing and his knuckles are white from gripping the headboard and about to splinter the wood. As a matter of fact I need him to grip the sheets to tearing, claw my back to bleeding and moan until his throat is raw and dry from gasping and panting. I gotta be so thorough he's shaking. Thighs shaking abs clenching fingers trembling back arching eyes wet cheeks glistening voice breaking dick throbbing on my tongue, in my fist, in me, between my thighs, against my lower back, hand around his throat leg to his crotch while he humps, ass fluttering around my dick, shooting loads all over the sheets, all over my fist, all over my ass all over my face all over my tummy all over himself until nothing comes out and he's fucking GONE DEAD KNOCKED OUT flat on his stomach leaking and drooling with my arms around his torso and I'm holding him together while he comes down and stops seeing stars.

Aaah???! my fucking heart omg. 🥹I'm really glad i've inspired you. Frankly i have no clue what I'm doing but it touches me to hear my impulsive writing inspires others to pick writing up again. 🖤 As for your ask: Let's say you're both in the spider society (since that's where you're more likely to be w other spider people) and YOU, [insert your spider alias here], are doing your thing looking all swagged out w pins of your fave bands & pride flags on your clothes and bag, a spiky choker, or anything that makes u stand out from the usual uniform.

You wouldn't even have to be all decked out as described. Even something as little as a personalized bracelet or a doodle your mask or That One Detail(tm) that hints or suggests you're into alt subculture would be enough...

...enough for Hobie. He would notice it from a mile away. Whether it be from the way you dress or purely just vibes, he just knows he's spotted one of his people and he is NOT one to miss out on an opportunity to meet kindred spirits. And even if he's wrong, so what? It's always good to take the risk and meet someone new, even if they're not like him (unless they're like, a bigot obviously).

So Naturally, he works that comic magic to APPEAR behind you and ask about the pins on your bag or whatever you're sporting. Offers you a compliment, maybe asks where you got 'em or tries to learn more about 'em so you can bond over it. Just normal stuff. But before he has the chance to do any of that, your spidey tingle does the resonation thingy, and he simply CANNOT contain his excitement.

The idea that there was another alt or punk spiderhero like him was weirdly surreal. He had alt and punk supporters back at 138 obviously, but a fellow alt spiderhero after Gwen? *mind blown sfx* Next thing you know you're bombarded w compliments and questions. Squealing over the same band members you both are insane over. Touring your fits. Sharing anecdotes. Juggling with interrogating each other on your favorite albums and talking about your recent near-death experiences fighting villains of the week.

Basically you just click. And Hobie, bless his heart, is already offering to ditch the place and go headbanging in his fave pub or maybe go hang out in his canal boat so he can show you all the CDs he's got and blast them on his speaker. Fuck the rest frl. 😌🙏🏾

a/n: i'm in a fluffy mood but full polished fics sound lame as fuck rn, so you eat my bare bones. Also experimenting with headers because I really like making them. :^) gn!reader of course, i want everyone to be able to experience hobie fluff.

Hobie loves flaunting you so much. Not like a prized possession, he just loves flaunting how close he gets to be with you. He won't hesitate to smooch you or hold your hand or hug you in public. People never have to ask "are you two together" because all your friends jump in to gripe about how you're constantly stuck together like glue.

There's really no doubting it— anyone can immediately see how much he trusts you with his things, his feelings, and just about anything behind the scenes. Whenever you're out, Hobie "cool, outgoing and always put together" Brown will lean on you sitting & standing, use hugs as an excuse to hide in your shoulder, ask if you brought The Thing He Forgot (you did), sneak away with you... all while smiling the whole time. He does these things subconsciously but he also secretly hopes people envy what you two have going on. In rarer, more private cases... he'll allow you (he's working on that) to sit through big feelings with him while he recollects himself, and even consider going back home to hang out with you once he's had his fill.

(I like to think he's always kind of forced himself to linger in social interactions and does it sort of subconsciously, but with you around grounding him in the moment, he's a LOT more aware of how draining that is for him AND you basically became his safety net so he doesn't bother to push himself just to save face...)

You just have that effect on him. 😌