Shrouded Stars Collective ☆°.•

The sun shined through the small window in Hobie's bedroom, falling upon the small bed, your bodies cramped in the single bed, you always liked to lay on your stomach and Hobie jut clings to your side, his arms wrapped around your torso and legs tangled around yours, at least you didn't need extra blankets.

Hobie blinked slowly, a lazy hummed drawled out of his throat, nuzzling his face into your neck, shielding it from the sunlight spilling in, his arms tightening around you as he curled up even more, they could afford a little more time, the sun always wakes them up way to early, he should really buy curtains soon

"Stop moving" you mumbled, earning a chuckle from him

"Morning" he smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck and another one to your shoulder blade, his palm splayed across your back, gently caressing warmth of your skin, huffing a laugh as you only gave a sound of acknowledgment instead of words "rude" he hummed against your skin, pressing another kiss

They stayed like that for a few minutes, Hobie was content with gentle kisses while you woke up, and he adored just watching you, how relaxed you looked, you always worry too much

Slowly, you did start to stir awake, turning your face away from the pillow and towards Hobie, your eyes meeting Hobie's brown ones, already looking at you, a smile tugging at his lips from the sight of them

"Hey" you chuckled, grinning as you heard his own laugh in return, you couldn't help it, leaning in closer, pressing your lips against his, a gentle greeting

"Dreamed about me?" He asked once you pulled away, his hands cupping your face with a grin

"I always do" you mumbled, already leaning down, your lips meeting his again, a groan being drawn out of your throat before laughing as he rolled you onto your back

The weight of the mattress redistribute as he shifted on it, his knees on either side of your thighs, his hips resting on top of yours, his chest, why is he always so warm, it makes you melt, pressed down, your steady heartbeat matching pace with his own

His lips brushed against yous and you wondered if you'd ever grown tired of them, of how soft his flesh, how inviting, how a swap of his tongue on the roof of your mouth could make everything else melt

How his hands explored your chest, warm palms following the planes of your chest, making you gasp as his thumbs caressed the scars from your top surgery, how he duck his head down in the crook of your neck, making you moan once Hobie's teeth dug into your skin

"Morning" he murmured, that breathy voice mixing beautifully with the delight in his tone, your hands weren't shy either, caressing his sides, fingers sliding along the smooth curve of his spine, relishing in the way he inhale shakily

His hips nestled between your, pressing down, making your head dizzy, rolling your hips down in chase of the stimulation, your eyelids fluttered closed, bedroom being filled by your breathing, and soft whines, your hands starting to tug down at his pajama bottoms, you could feel his hands doing the same, soon, you both discarded them, kicking them off

Hobie pulled back from your neck, his hands holding your thighs, squeezing your flesh affectionately, your gaze met his own, warm brown eyed, smiling down at you, you slide your hands u tim they wrapped around his wrists, groaning as his head started to push agaisnt your entrance, your hips squirming as he pushed further, a groan being drawn from his chest, his eyes shutting close once he bottomed out, both their breathing growing heavier, one his hands shifting to rest besides your head

Your palms sliding up until you gripped his shoulders, making his arms gave in with a huff, using his forearms to hold himself up above you his nose pressing agaisnt your cheek, his eyes shutting tight for a moment

"Alright?" He mumbled after a few seconds, starting to roll his hips one you nodded your head, tilting it to press your lips with Hobie's in a sloppy kiss, swallow each other's moans, your hips rolling back to meet his, biting down on his lower lip each time his tip rubbed agaisnt that spot made your mind spin

"Hobs" you whimpered

"I know" he shuddered, kissing the corner of your mouth, one of his hands travelling g down to grip your hip, his hips rolling in that desperate chase, making your mind melt, the pressure on your gut was spilling over in an overwhelming manner all over your body, shuddering as you felt him come inside you, your mind distantly registering the way he moaned in the crook of your neck

It was a rush that wash over you, taking the drowsiness of waking up and filling it with something ten times better

You werent sure how long until that fuzzy feeling started to wash away, registering the heavy breathing from the two, how his torso weighed down against yours, sweaty skin sticking together, your thighs gently parting, your head rolling back against the pillow, slowly blinking, welcoming the white ceiling again

Sub!Hobie x gn reader/any reader

- Hobie, who never turns down sexual instigation and initiates it more often than not. You could be cuddling and giggling and all would be right in the world, but you'd both know all it takes is a charged stare and a hand wandering up your inner thigh (or your thigh pushing between his legs) for your clothes to come flying off.

- Hobie, who pins/backs himself into the wall on purpose every time things start to get heated, because he finds his legs tend to become compromised when you start getting freaky.... (cursive font)

- Hobie, who gets on his knees before you even have a chance to ask him to. Who's resting his head on your lap between your thighs, looking up at you with (very horny) puppy dog eyes

- Hobie, who goes weak in the knees and red in the face when you yank him around by the choker

- Hobie, who sits you on his lap and leans back just so he has to look up at you

- Hobie, who whines and begs for validation when he tops you, because he can't ever see himself "traditionally" dominating you (top ≠ dom). Even when you hand him your leash he folds at the fact that he gets to do this for you. You are his composure's kryptonite

- Hobie, who simply can't keep his hands off of you. Off your hips, thighs, neck, hands, chest, ass... he's always touching, petting, rubbing, gripping, squeezing. That, and his hands are stupid cold. At least when he's not in spider suit.

- Hobie, who's so so responsive, who moans/squirms/gets harder at every little thing you do when he's beneath you — especially when you make out. Who's so fun to tease, so impatient and eager to please; both you and himself. Spider-Man can do both, right?

Sub!Hobie x amab reader/strap-on reader

- Hobie, who'll have you bind his wrists or pin them behind his back, cause cumming untouched while you fuck his brains out is the closest he's ever gotten to biblical rapture

- Hobie, who swears like a sailor when you push in, begs you to move when you bottom out, thanks you when you go faster and bitches when you pull out

- Hobie, who arches off the bed like a cat during missionary and sobs your name into the sheets when he's face down

- Hobie, who'll beg you to keep going until his ass is numb and his legs are shaking. Likes being reminded of your nights together when he sits/walks

- Hobie, who gets so damn loud, who can't get enough, who lives for the wet slap of your hips against his ass and the creak of the mattress springs when he rides

- Hobie, who wears black lipstick beforehand just so it'll smear all over you when he blows you

- Hobie, who beams and holds eye contact when he gets to fuck himself on you

- Hobie, who keeps begging for more even when overstimulation starts fucking with the both of you

- Hobie, who refuses to tap out before he blacks out from pleasure and overstimulation at LEAST once

Extra: One(1) Sub!Hobie x afab reader

A/N: Kinda lacking expertise in this field sorry 🖤 afab smut isn't what I usually write about

Hobie, who eats you out like he's starving and won't be satisfied until YOU tell him it's too much. He's doing it all for the love of the game and knows his piercings feel incredible on your cunt

Extra: Versatile!Hobie x femboy reader

A/N: I feel like these are x OC more than x reader since they are tied to an ATSVxOC AU of mine. They're Hobie related though, so I decided to include them here anyway 💕

- Hobie, who, hours into a backstage after-party, will pull you into the next room and enjoy sucking you dry under your skirt while giving zero shits who hears.

- Hobie, who'll pick out, try on and match lingerie sets with you, just so you can enjoy pulling the laces loose off of each other's bodies later — especially with his teeth. He also just likes how they look on him