Hobie Brown - Blog Posts
ASTV ANNIVERSARY!!
To celebrate my birthday, I DECIDED TO DRAW AN ANNIVERSARY GIFT FOR ASTV RELEASING IN THIS DAY!!!
I luv these lil sillies sm, and expect more drawings of them for pride month 🎉🎉
Friend told me the key to becoming internet famous is posting my art on Tumblr.
So I’ll post my drawings here along with IG (beginning with this one bc I don’t wanna go too far back).
i wanna spider punk’s movie so bad 🫴🫴🫴🫴 내놔
Also if i said Hobie is Percy?'I'm not a hero because calling yourself a hero makes you self-mythologizing',blue aesthetic,punk,the cool oldest experienced member of the mcs,gender swag,his whole attitude?????
YES! Ok you’re an objectively cool person, like this comparison isn’t one I see often but I love it and after watching atsv with the characters still running around my brain, I thought of this! Man did not give up godhood to have no one know he’s anti-establishment (and punk) and all the points I could make here!
🫵🏼MILES G IS JASON TODD-CODED TRUTHER!!!!Tysm for saying it,you're objectively correct🩷
YES THANK YOU HE IS! Like I do not think I’m the first to say it but it needed to be said bc I love making parallels and linking my favourite medias together! Another opinion- Hobie is much more similar to Ekko than Miles is, but powder from the other dimension was kinda similar to Gwen which I think is where it comes from. Like her universes Ekko could well be like miles but our Ekko? Much more like Hobie
I DON'T BELIEVE IN COMEDY! (...) JUST KIDDING!
My names Hobie, Hobie Brown.
da boi!
My night went from crying to a stranger to what the fuck? in a matter of minutes…
Sorry if it’s not the best, I haven’t written in a while - Not my GIF or photos
Pronouns used are She/Her, and Y/N means your name
(I can take requests for specific names and characters)
About Y/N:
Y/N goes to a party after being invited by her friend, Y/N’s friend leaves and is left alone
Y/N plays the violin and sings
Y/N’s spider suit and outfit to the party:
It was loud. I mean really loud. I could feel the vibrations of the bass through the floor, but that could just be everyone jumping to the music.
It was packed. I mean packed. I was either shoulder to shoulder with someone or backed up against the wall.
That’s when he saw me. I was backed into a corner. He comes over and introduces himself as “Ryan” He extends a hand for me to shake, I shake it. “Y/N” I say over the music, trying to make myself heard. “Why don’t we go somewhere quieter?” Ryan yells back and without me answering, grabs my hand and drags me away onto a balcony.
I should have said no. I should have stayed put. I should have snuck home or better yet not come to this stupid party.
When we got onto the balcony, there was only one other person. They were minding their own business on, I glanced over and for a second they looked almost 2D. Impossible, I thought.
“Do you want a drink?” Ryan says, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Umm no tha-” Ryan walks away to the drinks table leaving me.
I want to go, I do. It’s loud and I don’t even know why I signed up for this. My suit is sticking out from under my jacket. “Shit” I say softly, to myself. I try to pull my jacket down but now the other side is visible. I think, my soit is dark navy and white but only the navy is visible and it’s probably too dark to notice and Ryan doesn’t seem the smartest.
What is taking him so long? Maybe he forgot about me, I hope for that. I want an excuse to go. My hand starts shaking. It does that a lot. I place my hand higher than my heart and my finger starts tapping my collarbone in beats of 4.
Ryan still isn’t back.
The other person on the balcony seems to notice my tapping and turns to look at me. I don’t notice because I’m facing off into the city.
“Y/N” A slurred voice comes from behind me, Ryan looks like he'll fall over any at second. He shoves a red plastic cup in my hand. “I’m good Ryan” Ryan looks me dead in the eyes. He seems like he wants to kill me, “Drink” The syllables are blurring together. I take a sip and my face goes sour, as soon as Ryan turns, I spit the drink back into the cup. Then pour the remains into a plant pot with a dead looking twig in.
Suddenly Ryan launches himself at me. I’m pinned up between him and the railing to the balcony.
I’m trapped. I’m so trapped in fact that one wrong move and either myself or Ryan could be sent over the edge.
Ryan goes to kiss me, one of his hands grabbing my face to keep it still. “Ryan! Stop.” He continues as he says “Shush baby” He kisses me, hard. Tears fall down my face. I try to push him off but he’s double my height and practically laying on top of me. Fear was obvious in my eyes and when Ryan sees, he laughs. Laughs at the fact how I am helpless and scared. How sick.
“Help” I say, In between the rough kissing Ryan is giving. I look for the guy on the balcony but he isn’t there anymore, he was my last hope.
Desperation fills my eyes now, as tears continue to flow.
Then Ryan gets pulled off me and I am left alone on the balcony. I don’t quite know what happened next but I find myself of the balcony floor crying and my hand returned to my collarbone.
I feel someone sit next to me. We sit in comfortable silence for a good 10 minutes. My hand taps in a basic rhythmic pattern, 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4…
“Are you a musician?” He asks. My tapping slows to a stop, I hesitate then, “I play the Violin and sing”
“Cool, I play guitar” He replies
As we sit in silence, a scream pierced the air. We turn and “Oh my god” I don’t even know what it is. “Go inside and Stay there” The boy next to me said.
I ran in but there was no way I was going to stay put. I took my jacket, top and jeans off revealing my spider suit on underneath. Next thing you know I was swinging towards the action.
What is that? That was a humanoid creature, it was floating as if summoning something. And had snake tattoos glowing, wait never-mind. Now they’re actually snakes cool.
Wait, what the fuck? Another spider? That’s impossible, right. Well no time dwelling on that. I’m gonna kick some devil’s ass!
“Shit!” I say, one of the snakes is wrapping itself around my leg. I shoot webs at the devil dude, sticking him to the wall but..
“Ow! Fuck!” The snake had coiled around my leg, cutting off circulation completely. I knew that dangers of losing oxygen to a muscle but the snake was not budging.
An orange light grew from the alleyway and 2 other spiders stepped out. “What the?” I said quietly.
A spider ran over to me, he seemed oddly 2D. Weird, like the guy from the party, I thought. He managed to get the snake off. My leg was annoying but will be fine. I looked over to where the other spiders were, they were taking the devil dude and he was glitching like hell.
My night went from crying to a stranger to what the fuck? in a matter of minutes.
The spiders taking care of devil dude, had tied him up and starting taking him towards what I can only assume was a portal. I mean it was various shades glowing orange pentagons, and it appeared out of nowhere.
Oh! Damn! I need to go back up, Like now. I swung back to the party and managed to put my ordinary clothes back on.
“Are you ok” the guy from the balcony asked. “All good” I replied, out of breath. Most of the people from the party were still there, to be honest I don’t think they heard a thing.
We started to walk out and I fell flat on my face, I anticipated to floor to face contact but i was caught by the guy from the balcony.
“Sorry, dead leg” I motioned to the leg that got acquainted with a snake.
“It’s fine, the names Hobie”
“Y/N, good to meet you”
Authors Note:
If you want liked this then I’d love to do Hobie’s pov
hope you enjoyed xoxo
ohhh my godd
I just watched Across the Spiderverse last night and oh my god
I don't know how I'm expected to emotionally recover from this
My headcanon for them 🥰
Miguel being the fed up grumpy old man.
Miles the sunshine as always ❤️
And Hobie… Hobie just being Hobie 😂😂
punkflower but w/ prowler miles and my prowler hobie design woohoo
this is a collab!! miles was drawn by @worlds1847thwonder and hobie drawn by me
atsv doodles from my sketchbook hobie, miles and prowler miles
this movie is my new personality i love it sm grhrghrh
doodle for spider-man day
pov: The ATSV fandom joining the arcane fandom because BTSV isn't coming until 2030. (arcane is all we got left)
Funny Screenshot redraw with Spider Noir and Spider Punk! The fighter duo! Honestly the idea that they’re possibly close in age makes Spider Noir being a mentor figure way funnier to me.
“I was this cool the whole time”
PART TWO OF LOVER HEADCANNONS OF HOBIE?? :3
Part Two of Lover!Hobie Headcanons!
-Hobie is not a man of particular tastes. He is content to follow your lead or do as he pleases to you, with consent.
-One of Hobie's favorite places is in between your legs, with your hand gripped into his wicks. He can't resist chuckling into your dripping folds as your hips grind against his face, your hand tugging him to where you want him for that delicious friction.
-He is a cuddler. Wherever you are, he naturally drifts to you and begins to spoon behind you, an arm wrapped loosely around your waist while you watch TV at his place. More often than not, these impromptu cuddling sessions end up with your panties pulled to the side, and his boxers shuffled down just enough for him to rub his cock up and down your slit. "What do y'say, baby, can I fuck you?" He would whisper, kissing the back of your neck fervently. The minute you nod, one hand hooks around your inner thigh and lifting it to slide himself deep with one thrust.
-Lazy mornings are his favorite. I think he may have a slight somnophilia kink. He would love to open his eyes in the morning to see his partner grinding themselves into his hard length through his boxers, having gave his consent for this type of thing ages ago. He would pull you down to kiss him before moving his hands squeezing your hips and grinding his own hips up further into you."Couldn't keep your hands off me, hm?" He would murmur against your lips. "Dirty, dirty~" he chuckles approvingly, knowing he's just as dirty.
How ATSV Characters react to an shy S/O
-Miles is awkward but he tries his best. He doesn't want to overwhelm you and takes things at a slow pace. He will be the one to slowly initiate small touches and contact, his hand lightly brushing over your own as you walk together or a extremely light feather kiss to the top of your head when you get walked home by him. He's patient, if not a bit shy himself.
-Gwen is an overthinker. She thinks too much about holding your hand too long, if maybe offering to watch an movie with you and cuddle is too soon for the relationship so she requires some reassurance now and then. She wants to show you she cares but she's unsure how without flustering the both of you in a way that doesn't seem like teasing. For now, hand holding and light kisses on the cheek will have to do. Not that she minds.
-Hobie. This guy is so confident in himself it's nearly painful. He loves to fluster you by leaning down beside you when you don't notice him, and whispering into your ear and calling you a sweet pet name or pulling you closer when you're sat beside him in a distance he deems that you're too far away from him. He wouldn't take getting an reaction out of you too far but, he does love to test what might make you tick at him. But let's be honest, he would love to piss you off and see you take the reigns.
-Pav is an awkward mix of confident and overly worried. It's funny how he tries to lean his arm over your shoulder all nonchalant while you coincidentally watch an romance movie on the television but he would whisper into your ear "Is this okay?" "It's not too much right?" "Okay, just let me know if you want me to move my arm." "...you're sure you're comfortable with this?" He likes to check that he isn't making you uncomfortable. Making a bit too much but that doesn't hurt right?
-Miguel just feels bad, most of the time. I mean, you have a right to be flustered and shy around him, look at him for Christ's sake. He's aware he's intimidating, and has accidentally managed to scare his S/O on one more than one occasion so he just tries to make up for it with tiny trinkets he made in his very rare freetime. He will try his best to speak soft and sweet to his partner, ensuring that they are comfortable before initiating anything, the most he will start to do is pressing an kiss to the back of your hand. He'll be patient for you.
Hobie Brown with an mute S/O!
-Hobie I feel would already know sign language, sometimes just finger spelling to keep his skills up to par. So when he meets his future mute S/O, he sighs much more around then, just to get them comfortable and not so subtly let them know he signs. He thinks he's so smooth until he accidentally one day trips his future s/o, he panics and forgets all signs and feels horrible but his future partners shoulders would just bounce up and down with an smile, their version of laughing. Yeah. He's smitten from that moment on.
-Once him and his S/O start dating, he's incredibly attentive from the start. He knows that his partner can take care of themselves but that won't stop him from telling the person who made your burger that you asked for no pickles, hand on his hip expectantly. (Not rudely ofc but, he would let his displeasure be known)
-Whenever he's not around his partner, he would just be so used to finger spelling and signing it's second nature, say he's on patrol and he's just finger spelling the lyrics to one of his favorite songs, thinking of his partner.
General Hobie Headcanons!
-He definitely carries a penny in his pockets just so he can use, "Penny for your thoughts?"
-Has the randomest shit in his pockets. Crumbled pieces of paper? Check. An half eaten bag of chips he was saving for later? Yep. Turning those tiny crumbled pieces of paper into balls to toss at Miguel when he isn't looking? You betcha.
-Snacks non stop yet gains nothing. He would be wandering around HQ bored as hell and eating his chips in one sitting, then eat a burger, then drink an soda in like ten minutes and still be hungry. He would stare into your soul while refilling his soda in a water cup down at the spider cafeteria.
-Hobie just has the warmest hands. He's a heater, so he gets warm very easily so him wearing crop tops and tanks should be expected frequently, I see this man just chilling in his boxers briefs at his place, absolutely miserable in the heat and only giving one word hums or grunts in response to anything he's asked.
-He has stabbed himself with his pins on more than one occasion. He switches out his pins depending on the day, but he has some sentimental ones that he refuses to take off. "Ova' my dead body, more like."
-definitely has a weird sense of humor and talks to himself on the daily, although most of it might be late night delirium because he is for sure a night owl. "Is darkness just the lack of light or is light the lack of darkness?" A pause..then a whispered continuation. "Am I just darkness with the lack of light???" Proceeds to stare at his hands as if they personally wronged him.
Piercings and pretty lips
⚠️ TW ⚠️ : Mentions of piercings, needle and decent in depth process of tongue piercing.
Duck- Affectionate British slang term of affection for another person.
Word Count:2,066
"This would go so much smoother if you stayed still, y'know."
You give an incoherent response as you glare at Hobie through the iridescent light of his bathroom, not that he wouldn't be able to tell the mild impatience in your tone regardless of how unintelligible. Your tongue is pinched carefully between Hobies index and thumb finger, his eyes flickering from yours and back to the extended pink muscle.
Being around Hobie must be an greater influence than what you had expected, as you mentioned thinking about getting an piercing in casual conversation with him while lazing about one slow afternoon at his swaying canal boat home, Hobie had practically perked up like an shark smelling blood in the water at the idea.
How you had convinced Hobie to pierce your tongue in his bathroom of all places though in your eagerness, you aren't too sure but you're certainly not complaining while you sit on the edge of his bathroom counter, Hobie situated between your spread legs to get to properly get a grip on your tongue, seeing if you have the proper anatomy for said piercing.
Hobie hums, tugging just a bit on your tongue between his fingers, testing the elasticity of it ignoring when you grumble at him. "Well, you certainly have the anatomy for it." He says, releasing his pinched fingers from your tongue. You bring your tongue back in your mouth, running it along the roof of your mouth to get rid of that odd dry feeling of it being exposed to air for longer than usual.
"Is that a yes, then?" You ask, barely able to contain your excitement at Hobie nod. He leans to the side, one of his hands lightly drums onto your thigh into an practiced rhythm while the other pulls up the tray of sterilized tools he had prepared on the counter for after his inspection of your tongue. Although you're sure he's had it down his throat enough times to know you had the proper anatomy the entire time, but you don't say complain.
"And you're positive you want this, duck?" He says, quirking up one pierced eyebrow at you still drumming his fingers against your thigh, leaning back to fully gauge your reaction. The familiar nickname rolling off of his tongue, you never really did ask why he had started to call you that but it feels too late to ask about it now. You just glare at him and nod, even sticking out your tongue to further solidify your stubborn answer, you feel if you prolong this you might go back on this whole idea. Hobie huffs out an small chuckle as he shakes his head amused by your antics, "Alright, if you're sure.." he murmurs fingers finally resting against your thigh.
He grabs at an thin black marker from his pocket, gently gripping your tongue between his index and thumb finger again his eyes narrowed in focus as he dots right in the middle of your offered tongue. It surprisingly doesn't have an gross taste you note, just a tad bitter. Hobie leans back and releases his hold on your tongue, shuffling to open a drawer beside your calf digging around until grasping at an hand held mirror and holds it up for you to see the dot marked on the pink muscle. "Right 'bout there?" He asks.
You look into the mirror already trusting Hobies judgement and precision, nodding in satisfaction as you deem the placement of the dot acceptable. Hobie nods back, although it's more of an subconscious movement of your own agreement. He places the handheld mirror down beside you on the counter, his warm hand drifting from your thigh to open the sterilized packed needle on the metal tray on your opposite side. He opens the package with quick fingers, likely from practice of piercing his friends over the years and stitching. You feel a hint of nerves buzzing in the pit of your belly, but you trust Hobie explicitly to not screw this up...mostly. But if things were to go wrong, you would have solid blackmail for at least an year you think on the bright side.
Hobie then grabs at an pair of silver long forceps laid on the silver tray next to you, adjusting his hold on them, moving towards your tongue, clamping down on it with an steady grip as he lines up the dot on your tongue with the hole in the forceps. It doesn't feel too uncomfortable just a bit firmer pressure than Hobies fingers, your eyes trailing Hobies fingers as they move deftly into the open package of the piercing needle and picking it up between two fingers.
"Right, on three.." he murmurs, his eyes meeting yours for a moment of mutual understanding, your hands move to grip at the hem of Hobies shirt in preparation for what is more likely going to hurt like an bitch. You close your eyes as Hobie begins to count down, you feel him move just a bit closer his thigh nudging your legs apart just enough to slide a bit further in between them, easily closing most of the space between you. It would be tender how he molds himself to you if it weren't for the giant needle hovering so close to you.
"One...two...three-!" He cuts himself off just as he pushes the needle in through your tongue. Your grip on Hobies shirt tightens instantly as the needle strikes all the way in. You feel saliva build up in your mouth from the sudden sharp pinch, your nose scrunching up as you breathe through the discomfort as you try to keep your tongue still regardless of the forceps doing that perfectly for you.
"There you go, duck...jus' breathe, in and out through your nose." Hobie murmurs soft reassurances as he puts the forceps aside while keeping the needle steady through your tongue while his other hand grabs at the jewelery placed on the side that he had shown you for your possible options of tongue piercings he had kept around in a tiny mint container assuring you they were all sterilized and clean although you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes as he said it was for in his words 'Mo-mintos' .
You had opted for an an small silver one, it's regular in size and shape but he had said it would look perfect with a sly wink, almost as if knowing something you don't. The last thing Hobie had wanted to do was overwhelm you with a larger piercing you assume.
He slides the jewelery in with ease as he pushes the needle out completely, tossing away the needle efficiently to the trash can in the opposite side of the room before working on screwing in the balls of the silver piercing on each end with quick fingers, unbothered when a bit of saliva and blood runs down over his fingers. You finally peek your eyes open squinting at Hobie through the tears.
Hobie looks up from your now fully pierced tongue, his pupils are a black hole surrounded by his beautifully colored iris as he looks into your eyes. He hums lowly in appreciation, his right hand coming up to wipe away at the saliva and blood dribbling down your chin. "How're you feelin'?" he asks, always attentive. If you weren't so focused on how close he is you can hear the undertone of pride as he speaks.
You slowly bring your tongue back into your mouth, feeling the cold metal of the piercing quickly adjust to the warm temperature of your mouth. The taste of your blood in your mouth isn't unbearable, but the amount of saliva gathering in your mouth is a mild inconvenience as you begin to talk. "I feel fine but it feels weird.." you acknowledge, testingly running it along the roof of your mouth before Hobie can warn you.
You wince immediately feeling as if your tongue were struck by lightning, and Hobie clicks his tongue but his eyes show only concern if not a hint of amusement too. His hands land on your thighs squeezing through the denim of your jeans to try to ground you against the pain buzzing through you. "Ya can't just do that. It's gotta heal." He scolds you giving you an raised eyebrows look, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Which it is. But still.
You nod as your eyebrows remain scrunched together, mostly focusing on trying to will the pain away, but ever greatful for Hobies quick thinking of using his hands to squeeze and rub up and down your thighs, the warmth of his large palms through your jeans is hard not to notice. His lovely, talented palms. Good God, now you're blushing. As if the pain wasn't enough to make you want to jump off of a cliff.
If Hobie didn't notice the heat rising to your cheeks he most certainly is almost able to feel it by how close he is. You speak after the pain finally dims, just slightly. "I was curious." Is all you state, beginning to feel your tongue swell around the base of where the piercing is nestled. Hobie snorts, his head rolls down to your shoulder momentarily, resting there as he stills his comforting motions on your thighs. You barely stop the whine coming from your throat as Hobie pulls his hands away, only to stop once they land on your cheeks and he looks back up, meeting your burning gaze.
"You're an dunce. Open up f'me."
You don't even bother to validate that with an verbal response, guessing he wants to see the piercing once more. You oblige and open your mouth, sticking your tongue back out, the shiny metal damp with saliva and hints of blood. Hobie seems to drink the sight in eagerly, his eyes glued to the metal jewelry he had placed there.
"Knew it would look killer, had a bunch'a fun memories with this one.." he murmurs, thumbs rubbing subconsciously at the skin of your cheeks. Memories? Your eyes widen comically, and Hobie chuckles, his eyes unsticking from the piercing to your own wide eyes. "Oh? I didn't mention that this was my starter?" He states noncommittally, as if it were the most causal thing ever. You had known Hobie had his tongue pierced, it was common knowledge, like when he stuck out his tongue in sassy retort during fond arguments, when he made up for those exact arguments..
But this was unexpected on an entire new level. You had his first ever tongue piercing jewelery in your mouth, likely from years ago. You can hardly contain your hands from gripping Hobies shirt tighter, butterflies rushing to life in your belly at the thrilling revelation. Hobie can't help but smile wider at your clearly affected reaction, keeping his hands on your cheeks. "If I didn't know any better, you like that idea.. don't you, duck?" He coos with just the right amount of condescension. His hands going to rest from your cheeks to beside your legs on the counter you're sitting on, eyes half lidded as he memorizes your no doubt flustered face, cheeks aflame and still dumbly sticking out your tongue for him to admire.
You nod, still at a loss for words but bring your tongue back into your mouth, the pain is a dull after thought by the way Hobie is looking at you as if you had given him an perfectly wrapped present has you trying to lean closer to connect your lips to his but he quickly evades it by moving his head beside your ear, clicking his tongue again in disapproval.
"Uh-uh, no kissing for three weeks till it heals." He reminds you so quietly into your ear and you feel blood rushing into your hear at his voice so close, so sweetly, but you sink back in disappointment at the mention, new piercing means no kissing after all.
Hobie must sense your disappointment as he gently knocks his head into yours, your disappointing thoughts pushed away as he gathers your full attention, suggesting something even more tempting into your ear. "I never said we couldn't do anything else." He says, nuzzling his head down to your neck, pressing soft kisses and nips to the flesh of your neck. "Just keep those pretty lips to yourself, yeah?"
Hot Damn
A simple bet is how your night started.
A simple, yet incredibly irritating bet. Hobie's best mate, Jensen, had opened his fat mouth, likely running on more than enough liquid courage then the amount both Hobie and you had drank in the few hours you've been at the bar.
"I'd bet that you two love birds can't manage to not touch each other by midnight." Jensen bets, his open beer nearly sloushes over the table as he gestures to Hobie's arm drapped over your shoulder, you roll your eyes but you can just feel Hobie's gears moving in his head at the taunt from Jensen.
"Oh? And what are you betting?" Hobie hums, eyeing Jensen over the rim of his own drink, quirking an intrigued eyebrow at his best friend, rubbing his hand up and down soothingly where it rests on your upper arm. Jensen shrugs, before his eyes brighten, likely with an not so good idea you presume. "How about this, you guys don't touch each other until midnight and I'll shut up whenever you tell me to, and I'll even throw in a six pack." He throws in, and you see Hobie look down at you in silent question 'what do you say?' Hobies eyes communicate.
It isn't necessary an...awful idea as you expected it to be, so you nod in agreement. "Deal." You say, taking an swig of your own drink as Hobie retracts his arm from your shoulders with one last lingering touch before placing it on the table as Jensen smiles cheekily.
How hard could it be, right?
Apparently it's about as hard as walking an straight line when you're pissed drunk.
You stew in your irritation, occupying yourself at peeling away the already ripped leather of the booth seat you're sitting on, flickering your gaze to watch Jensen and Hobie playing pool across the room. You think you're the only one suffering from the no touching bet, until you notice the small longing glances Hobie sends you way whenever Jensen turns to line up his pool cue, his eyes lingering on your form as his lips frown in an sympathetic gesture.
You sigh quietly, stopping your picking distraction of the poor leather seat to take another swig of your drink, nearly choking when you hear an familiar voice call out to you, "Hey! I didn't know you came here. What a coincidence." The voice laughs and you turn in your seat, eyes widening in confirmation. It's Jeremiah, your most recent ex. Walking right up to your table.
You clear your throat as you muster an tight fake smile, absolutely caught off guard from seeing Jeremiah after months of not running into him, debating if it were truly an coincidence.
"Jeremiah! What a...pleasure, I didn't expect to see you here either." You laugh, although it's tinged with nervousness as you push down the disbelief you're feeling. You glance over at Hobie, expecting him to be unbothered playing with Jensen still, freezing up slightly when you're met with Hobie's unimpressed pointed look at Jeremiah, looking him up and down, before his gaze meets yours, with an much softer look although it's still cautious.
You nod, reassuring Hobie from across the room that you've got this. Hobies shoulders lose a bit of their tension, his grip on his own pool cue loosening as he nods back, giving his own reassuring small smile before turning his back to return to playing with Jensen. Hobie knows you can fight your own battles although that doesn't stop him from glancing at you out of the corner of his eye every now and then.
Jeremiah settles himself across the booth from you, his eyes taking you in as If it's the last time he would ever see you. "Well, you certainly have changed, haven't you?" He hums, leaning his hand on the table top. You give an small shrug, "Yeah, that's kinda what happens when you don't see each other for months." You murmur, looking at Jeremiah with unimpressed eyes. Your split with him wasn't necessarily messy or emotional, he just claimed to have lost feelings and you both parted your own ways.
Jeremiah chuckles a hint bashfully, "I suppose you have a good point." He smiles slightly, his eyes drifting down to where your hand rests on the tabletop, his hand beginning to move not so subtly towards yours.
"I was thinking we could-" Jeremiah is cut off by an quick flash of color, an arm placed right between Jeremiah's hand trying to meet yours, slamming against the table "So sorry." Hobie's unapologetic voice says, his hand pulling back with one of his many rings in the palm. "Forgot my ring." He smiles unrepentantly although the smile doesn't reach his eyes as he places the ring back on his index finger. You're sure there weren't any of his rings on the table when he left..
"Oh dear, don't tell me I'm interrupting." Hobie says as he slides into the booth seat beside you, his tone filled with sarcasm, he seemed hell bent on letting this poser on knowing he wasn't welcomed as he glares expectantly at the man across from him.
Jeremiah practically flinches back in his seat, his hands moving up in an placating defensive motion. "I didn't know she was with someone, I'm so sorry mate." He apologizes, and you can practically feel how wound tight Hobie is as his leg bounces slightly beneath the table with adrenaline.
"Sorry? Nah, nah, you're not sorry but if you're not out of this booth by the time my girl blinks, you will be." Hobie's voice drops into an unfriendly blunt tone, Jeremiah staggers to his feet, taking no chances, you're half tempted to blink just to see what Hobie had planned for him.
Hobie lets out an chuckle, watching Jeremiah retreat to the other side of the bar with such quick feet you'd think his feet were on fire. Hobie leans back in his seat beside you, his arm twitching as he begins to drape it over your shoulder, just barely remembering the bet as his arm hovers, adjusting it to lay over the back of the booth with an irritated huff. "This bet is going to be the proper death of me." He murmurs beside you, and you sigh, nodding in agreement, resisting the urge to cuddle up against him as you normally do whenever in reaching distance of him.
"How much longer do we have?" You ask, bringing your drink back to your lips to take the last swallow of the refreshing liquid. Hobie leans his head back, squinting his eyes as he reads the clock hanging above the entrance of the bar. "Thirty more minutes." He groans softly, you groan along with him at the news. "This sucks." You murmur, rubbing your hands over your face.
Hobie hums in agreement, his eyes drifting over to where Jeremiah is ordering an drink at the bar. "Especially with that bloody poser.." he rolls his eyes, his fingers twitching momentarily as he moves to brush an lock of hair out of your face before pulling back with barely restrained frustration, it doesn't help when Jensen comes by with a tray full of drinks, sitting down across the booth.
"I got the drinks!" He says with such drunken cheerfulness it makes your teeth grit not to mention Jensen being both Hobie and yours reason for being irritated, "Oh, fuck off Jensen." You and Hobie say in unison. Jensen just sighs, used to this treatment, "Why does everyone hate the guy who brings the drinks?" He murmurs.
Thankfully about twenty five minutes goes by swiftly, partly due to the nice liquid distractions in front of you. Hobie seems to still be tense, gripping his drink tightly as he drinks at it, his attention seeming elsewhere while his foot taps against the ground beneath the table, you're more interested in listening to Jensen yap on about his girl troubles, using that as another welcome distraction than losing the bet and accidentally touching Hobie out of pure instinct, although your distraction excuses himself to the restroom leaving you wanting for more juicy girl drama.
The clock on the wall begins to ding, indicating it's midnight, you don't even have an moment to think before you're hoisted from your seat beside Hobie and into his lap and spun around to face him as something hard presses into your inner thigh. "Alright, if any of you don't want a show, get out!" Hobie announces to the bar, before his head ducks into the crook of your neck, pressing hot open mouthed kisses and nips to the sensitive flesh there, your protests getting caught in your throat.
There aren't many patrons in the bar, thankfully, but the ones that are there begin to already shuffle out, even the bartender decides to fuck off, merely telling Hobie to lock the door behind him once we're done. Jeremiah is seen gawking at the bar, rooted in place. Hobie turns his head to face him still nuzzles into your neck, sneering slightly. "You had your chance, mate. She's all mine now." And to prove his point Hobies large hand comes down to your ass, squeezing and fondling you through the fabric of your jeans, making you squeal slightly as he rocks you against his erection in his jeans, the friction hitting against your clit just right.
"Be a good lap dog n' scram." Hobie huffs, one of his hands moving to shuffle your shift up, pushing past your bra to suckle at one perky nipple, you can't help but melt into his touch after so long of being restricted from him, wrapping one of your hands into his wicks to push him further into your chest in encouragement, you don't even notice Jeremiah rushing out with an small barely noticable limp, he's going to be nursing his own excitement all by himself it seems.
Hobie continues to lavish that one nipple before pulling back to give an similar treatment to the other, swirling his talented tongue around the sensitive nub. You whine impatiently, grinding your core against his erection through his pants, he grunts at the friction, moving back to look at you with blown pupils, his hips rising upwards to meet your needy movements.
"Tell me who you belong to, lovey." he huffs, his head burrowing back into your neck, biting and suckling purpling love marks. Your back arches as he finds your sensitive spot on your neck with familiar expertise, "Mmfh- I'm all yours, only yours." You reassure him softly, your hand still gripping gently into his wicks.
Hobie groans against your neck before he pulls back, "That'll do it." He nods, lifting you out of his lap to stand before quickly hopping out of his seat, unbuttoning and pushing past the confines of his pants while you do the same, once both barriers are out of the way, he gently but firmly bends you over the tabletop, giving your ass an quick appreciative smack, rubbing it when you turn your head to glare at him half heartily. "You missed my touch didn't you, sweetheart?" He hums, nudging his length to your wet entrance, coating the tip of his dick in your arousal, even in his own need he never fails to tease you at least once. You nod with an whine, trying to roll your hips back onto him, even widening your legs to further entice. "Of course I did! Please just fuck me." You huff with an hint of desperation, trying to look back and see if Hobie at least looks like he'll be merciful and fuck you properly.
Hobie chuckles, one hand moving to wrap gently around your throat as he leans over your back, "So impatient, be a good girl n' take it." He murmurs against the shell of your ear you don't have a moment to call him a hypocrite before his hips move forward, his cock sliding in with barely any resistance from your wet walls welcoming him inside, the both of your groan in bliss as the wonderful feeling of being connected.
"That's it baby, so good f'me." Hobie groans, beginning to thrust into you, pulling almost all the way back until sinking back in with deep strokes, finding an rhythm quickly, you can't help but whimper beneath him, your hands in front of your to steady yourself from his deep thrusts. His grip on your throat remain gentle and sweet, his thumb stroking softly at the marked flesh of your neck.
"O-only for ah~ you." You choke out, barely heard over the sound of wet skin on skin, and Hobies heavy breaths and groans. His dick twitches inside of you, his head goes into the back of your neck as his thrusts falter for just a moment. "G-goddamn.." he curses, "Sweetheart, if you keep saying stuff like that I won't last fer' much longer..." He pants against your neck, the hand not on your throat holds your hip steady, as he pounds into you.
Your walls flutter around him, as the coil in your belly tightens in arousal as his words hit a certain chord in you. You practically purr as your hands turn white on the grip on the edge of the table, you know it isn't a good idea but fuck it, you're already here. "Not gonna fuck, a-ah~ me proper?" You tease through your moans, and that seems to be Hobies final straw, he growls before the hand on your hip drifts to your inner thigh, lifting it up before he thrusts up into you, way deeper because of the new position. "This 'proper' enough for you?" He huffs into your ear his accent thickening, not waiting for a response as he thrusts up into you like his life depended on it, his hand moving further, moving your thigh onto his forearm while he begins to apply just the amount of pressure to your clit the way you like it.
You yelp, your hips bucking at the sudden stimulation and your orgasm practically crashes down on you, Hobies name getting caught in your throat. Hobie hisses at your walls clamping down on him, his own orgasm ripping through him as hot thick ropes of cum flood your velvet walls, you both cry out together as you share your climaxes, Hobie softly fucks you through it, prolonging your pleasure, murmuring soft praises into your ear and for a moment, you're both panting and basking in the afterglow until an door is heard creaking open.
"Hey, where did everyone go?" Jensens clueless voice chimes, Hobie and you look over just in time to see Jensen return to the main area of the bar, his eyes widening comically at the sight of Hobie leaning over you and his hand still gripping your inner thigh, your lower half practically on display.
"Hot damn.."
"Fuck off, Jensen." You and Hobie groan in unison.
Hobie Brown Turn Ons Headcanons!
Pulling him towards you, he's tall and he knows it, so when he gets pulled down to your height for a moment his mind genuinely goes blank, but if you pull him in by his choker? Have fun pulling him off of you.
Wearing an article of his clothing, he can't help but admire your figure, the curves and dips of how you make his shirt or jacket look. He also can't help but scoot closer, his hands drifting beneath the fabric as he stands behind you, his hands trailing higher and higher..."You look delectable, babe, mind if I have a taste?" He would ask, but he's already spinning you around and on his knees, spreading your legs.
Begging. Hobie loves to hear you beg, it doesn't matter if it already started in bed or if you're asking him sweetly to get you the cookies from utop an high shelf in the pantry, he's teasing you. "Say it again, and I might.." he would say with an small cheeky grin.
Play wrestling with his partner, yeah, sure, he does it with his friends but with his partner it's a whole different level of intimacy. Say you and him are play wrestling over the remote, and finally Hobie has got you pinned beneath him with your hands above your head with the remote gripped tightly in your hand, panting slightly. He would huff a bit, leaning in to kiss you keeping your hands above your head. "Fuck the remote-" let's just say it would escalate very quickly to you being beneath him panting for an entirely different reason.
Hobie Brown as a Lover Headcanons!
Hobie Brown as an lover would be an whirlwind, there's no denying it.
He could go from passionate and rough to slow and sensual the next moment. "Come on darlin' a little bit more, mmfh- good girl~" to "You like it rough, oh yes you do, such a good little slut f'me, aren't you?"
He is devoted to your pleasure, ensuring that no matter where or what is happening that you feel the best you can be. "You feeling good, sweetheart?...good, good."
This man lives for quickies, the thrill, the adrenaline rush from possibly being caught is just too good a temptation for him to resist. He would pull you into the back stage room of his band's hangout, and settles you on top of one of the folding tables they have lying about, and absolutely pounds you. If you complain about possibly breaking the table mid passionate moment, he would huff an laugh, "I'll buy the bloody thing if it breaks, who gives a shit?" He would shut you up with kisses the next moment, maybe even thrusting into you a bit faster to make your mouth a bit occupied with moaning his name.
He eats pussy like no ones business, he has had previous partners and he has learned plenty. He would first learn your preferences, what you prefer and what you love. He would let your hand reach down and grip onto his wicks, and he absolutely loves it when you get lost in the pleasure he's giving you and pulls on his wicks. "Ooh! Tug a bit harder, love.." he would encourage huskily against your wet folds, flicking his tongue just a bit faster to make your legs tremble under his enamored gaze, his hands firmly keeping your hips in place, often rubbing reassuring small circles into the flesh.
Hobie has an high sex drive, often times it will result in morning sex more often than not, he would roll over and tug you gently into his arms, pressing his hard length in his boxers against your thigh or against your backside, grinding slightly. His hands would trail up and down your sides as he whispers sweet nothing's into your ear. "Please, baby? I'll make you feel so good, promise..." He would whisper, and within the next moment he's in between your legs, rolling his length into you almost lazily. "Such a greedy cunt, hm?" He would tease softly, nuzzling his nose into your neck as he fucks you slow.
Love bites, he absolutely loves them. Loves to receive them and give them, if you bruise easily he would be tickled pink at the sight of your neck obliterated with bites and hickeys, if you would get a bit angry at him he would come up behind you in the mirror as you think about how to cover them up, Hobie would lean his head down on your shoulder, his eyes focused on the marks in the mirror on your neck, practically oozing pride and affection. "Hmm...s'not that bad, you wanna make me match?" He would cackle and dodge from your swatting hands.
His favorite positions would probably be with you on his lap or mating press, against any surface really. he just loves being able to see your face scrunched up in pleasure, especially if it were a situation where you had to stay quiet. His hand gripping onto your hip as he fucks into you, with one arm above your head to brace himself and fuck into you just a bit harder as you bite onto your lip to stay quiet. He would smirk, leaning close into your ear as he tugs your leg up higher onto his hip, angling himself to hit all the right spots he knows drive you crazy. "C'mon, lovey, you don't want them to hear, do you?" He would coo mockingly into your ear.
can you make another hc of hobie as a brother?? mainly an older brother 🤗
of course!
Hobie Brown as an Older Brother headcanon!
-He is very affectionate, but in an almost annoying way, his love languages are acts of service and touch, for sure so you can expect to get squeezed into an hug whenever you're in reaching distance, but, if you're too tired, he might just help you into bed and untie your shoes for you. (Because he's a sweetie pie-)
-noggies, all day, everday. It doesn't matter if you just woke up, or if you're getting ready for the day, you're getting put into an headlock and noggied. "What? Am I not allowed to show my lil bro/sis that they're loved?" He would say, with an dopey grin on his face as he releases you.
-He knows his sibling very well, if you came home a bit upset that the test you studied for a week for came back as 'F' or something, Hobie, already knowing he looked over your work and knows that the grade is absolutely false and that you deserve a better mark, he would tug you along to the teachers house in the dead of night, to toilet paper and egg the hell out of their house as well as sending an personal note to the teacher to kindly recheck your work. Safe to say, your grade was fixed the next day.
-If you're shorter than him, he is always using you to lean on, not necessarily putting all of his body weight on you but definitely letting you know that he's beside you or using you as an armrest, he often comes up behind you and just places his head up on your own, looking down at what you're doing with mild interest.
-I feel like if it was just you and Hobie growing up, he used to do your hair all the time while growing up, so, if he sees someone else try to do your hair he's glowering at them and their work. "You're not doin' it right, move." He would huff, before coming behind you and undoing the person's braids/hair ties/ twists/etc in your hair and do the style you asked for much more efficiently himself, having done your hair many times when you were smaller. "See? I didn't forget how you like your hair." He would tease.
-Hobie is the type to wait until his younger siblings eats first, before digging into his own food, always ensuring that they have enough food for seconds if they'd like. He has a fast metabolism so he goes through lots of food but, his little sibling comes first even if they don't realize it.