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theyhatez3n · 9 months

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Hobie brown X VirginReader (Fem)

A/n sorry if there are any mistakes!

Me and my boyfriend Hobie Brown have been together for a few months. He’s been talking about taking the relationship to the ‘next level.’ I wanted to but I didn’t know how to tell him I was a virgin. I thought that he’d break up with me if he found out. Next time he asks I’ll try and tell him.

“Hey babe,” Hobie said, walking into my room. “Hey Hobes, how was patrol?” I asked, looking up from my bed. “Tiring like always.” He replied, sitting next to me and resting his head on mine. I felt something on my thigh and looked down. It was Hobie’s hand, he was slowly moving it upwards. “Hobie,” I said in a quiet voice. “Sorry.”

“Can I ask you something?” “Of course.”

“Why are you so against having sex? I don’t wanna push ya or anything but I’m curious on why.” I took a deep breath. “Hobie, there's something I need to tell you.” I looked at him, worried. “Ok, what is it?”

I took another deep breath. “I’ve been too scared to tell you this because I’m afraid you’ll break up with me.” Hobie looked at me, worried. “I promise whatever it is I won’t break up with you.” He said, moving his hand to mine to hold it reassuringly. “I’m uh-“ I said, stalling, “I’m a virgin. I’ve never done stuff like this before and I was worried it would be obvious and you would stop liking me.” I finished, looking away.

“Oh, bug, I would never!” He said, moving around to look me in the face again. “I’m sorry if anything I did made you more anxious. I promise I don’t mind. I get it if you don’t want to do anything.” He continued.

“No!” I blurted, “It’s not that I don’t want to do things with you, I just never have before.” He looked thoughtful for a bit, but I could see a glimmer of something else in his eye. Oh no. That look always meant he was gonna pull some flirty bullshit to get me flustered. “Well,” he said, drawing out the word, “I’m right here. I have a couple of ideas that could help with your anxiety.” He said, a stupidly cocky smirk on his face.

I blushed, looking away again. Yet again he followed me, his eyes tracing my face and neck. “I’m serious, bug. If the only reason is that you’re scared you’ll suck, I’m willing to prove your anxiety wrong.” His words were an odd mix of absolute loving sincerity and flirtation, a combination that did nothing to soothe my already jumbled feelings.

“Oh for fucks sake, get out of your head!” He said, moving his free hand to hold my jaw. “I love you, ok, and no bullshit social construct like virginity is going to change that!” He ended the sentence by kissing me, which seemed to prove his point rather well.

He deepened the kiss, the hand on my jaw trailing down my neck and chest to rest on my hips. His other hand squeezed mine before mirroring the first. I broke the kiss for a second to catch my breath, and he used the opportunity to pull me onto his lap.

“Is this ok?” He asked, stopping his movements for a second. I nodded, eager to get more kisses. He chuckled, smiling before going in for another kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, shifting my hips slightly to get comfortable on his lap.

He exhaled slightly from the slight friction. I could feel how hard he was through his sweatpants, and if it was possible to blush more then I’m sure I would’ve. He slid his tongue into my mouth, earning a slight whimper from me as he dug his painted nails into my hips.

The next time we broke the kiss for air, he used the opportunity to push me down onto my back. I let him, laying on my back on the bed and looking up into his eyes. His pupils were completely blown out, and the way he looked at me made me shiver. I tried to move my head up to kiss him once more, but instead he dipped his head towards my neck. I stretched it out, giving his lips full access.

He laid soft kisses on my skin, occasionally pausing to suck marks onto me. I gasped when he found a certain spot near my collarbones, grinding my hips up into his experimentally. He stopped for a second to grind back down, whimpering into my ear.

I bit my lip, smirking at the sudden control I had over him. It was clear he had wanted this for a while. He went back to kissing my neck and grinding into me, smiling against the skin of my neck whenever I let out a whine or a moan.

He stopped for a minute, checking in again. “You still sure you’re ok with this?” He asked, a caring look in his eyes. “Yes, yes I am, just please keep going.” I said, frowning at the loss of contact.

“Good.” He said, smiling down at me. The praise sent tremors through my body, and he noticed. “You like that?” He asked, pulling my hands from around his neck to pin them above my head. Both actions caused me to flush, and I turned my head to the side, my temporary confidence fading.

He noticed me staring at his neck and his waist, where his shirt rode up to expose the top of his boxers peeking over his sweatpants. “You want this off love?” He said, shrugging one shoulder forward to indicate his shirt. I nodded, my head still turned to the side.

He put his arms up and slid the shirt over his shoulders, tossing it onto the floor somewhere in the corner of my room. I moved my head to admire his chest. Being spider-man had given him well defined arms and shoulders, as well as toned abs. He smiled at me, clearly enjoying the attention.

I moved my hands from above my head to run them up his torso, brushing my thumbs against his pierced nipples. I heard the beginning of a moan come from his mouth, though it was quickly muffled. “Ok, that’s enough.” He said, pulling my arms off to pin them above my head with one of his hands. “This is supposed to be about you, not me.” I blush at his actions and words. "You sure do blush a lot." he said, chuckling.

"Shut up!" I told him, looking away again. That was the perfect chance for him to kiss my neck again. The sudden feeling made me whimper. He smirked and pulled away. "May I take this off?" He asked, pulling at my shirt. I nodded. "I need words, love." He said, a serious look on his face.

“Can this man get any hotter?” I thought to myself. "Yes, you can." I answered, glad I could scrape together enough confidence to reply. He slowly started to take my shirt off. Soon I was just in my bra and pants. "So beautiful," He muttered, his eyes glued to my chest. "They'd look better without this on,” I said cheekily, pulling at my bra strap and smirking a little. He reached behind my back with one hand and uncliped it.

His eyes widened at the sight. "You are so beautiful." His praises just made me wetter. I'm sure I was soaking. He leaned in and kissed me again. This one was softer than the others. He got on top of me, still making sure to not put his whole weight on me. He put his knee between my legs, the friction making me moan into the kiss. I pulled away from the kiss to catch my breath.

He slowly moved down my body, kissing wherever he could. He got to my pants, looking up for approval. I nodded, my heart threatening to beat it’s way out of my rib cage. He pulled my pants down, leaving me in just my panties. "You're soaking." He said, smirking like the cocky bastard he was.

I blushed at his words as he began to kiss the inside of my thigh slowly. It felt so strange. "H- Hobie," I whimpered out, desperate for more. "Be patient darling." He said softly, making my thighs squeeze together involuntarily. "Looks like someone's excited," he said, smirking. "Please Hobie," I begged, growing needier with every touch.

He looked up at me, asking "Please what, bug?" I didn't wanna say it. "If you don't use your words then I can't do what you want." He continued. God damn it, he's right. "I want you to touch me," I whispered. "I can't hear you baby, you need to speak up." He said, although with his enhanced senses I doubted that.

"Just touch me Hobie!" I yelled. “Please,” I added, seeing his reluctance to listen to words that impolite. "Good girl." He said, rubbing me through my panties. I let out a loud moan, which must've made him happy because he pulled my panties to the side and stuck a finger in me. "Holy fuck," I moaned out, my back arching a little off the bed. Hobie’s other hand pushed me back down and held me there.

He soon added a second finger. I put my hand over my mouth to keep myself from moaning so loud. The hand that was holding me down removed my hand from my mouth. "I wanna hear you Y/N, don't hold it back. I want to hear you scream my name." said Hobie’s voice, so low it was nearly a growl. The words only added to my quickly clouding thoughts, any glimpse of control I had fading away.

His fingers made quick work of me, every curl and drag bringing me closer to the edge. “P-please Hobie,” I whimpered, his fingers inside of me turning me into a babbling mess. I stared into his eyes with a pleading look as I whimpered and squirmed underneath him. “Please what baby?” He said, leaning down to kiss my collarbones and chest.

He kissed up my neck, whispering into my ear, “Do you want to cum gorgeous? Is that what you want?” He sped up his fingers, intentionally making it harder for me to answer. “Yes, please- Hobie please make me cum- Let me cum!” I moaned, seeing him smile like he had won. “Good girl.” He said, adding a thumb to my clit. The combinations of the sensations brought me to the edge, my orgasm flooding over me in waves.

His fingers stayed inside me, milking every last second of pleasure until I started to whine from the overstimulation. He pulled his fingers out, licking them clean of my juices while making eye contact with me. The way he stared at me made my thighs clench together again, and he chuckled before going in to kiss me again. I melted at his touch, tasting myself slightly on his tongue.

He pulled back, sitting up so that I was straddling his hips again. He finally let up his other hands on my wrists, and I pulled one down to hold his hand. I was surprised to see a slight red mark around where his slender fingers had held me down. It hadn’t hurt, so I didnt think there’d be a mark. “You were so gorgeous like that darlin’,” he said, his accent coming out slightly.

I blushed, pulling him in for another kiss to prevent him from seeing my red face and teasing me more. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to resist asking for another round if he did. He slid his tongue into my mouth, the familiarity of the kiss bringing more clarity to my thoughts. The previous anxiety had faded nearly completely, my mind instead filled with thoughts on how to pay him back. I then remembered that he seemed very sensitive on his nipples.

I started kissing his neck, making him let out a soft sigh. I slowly moved down until I got to his chest. “What’cha ‘doin love?” he said, trying to keep up his cocky smile, but it didn't have the same effect when he was blushing as much as he was. I didn’t reply, I just slowly pushed him down on the bed.

Once he was on his back I crawled on top of him and sat on his lap. As I sat down on his lap I “Accidently” grinded down on him making him groan. I look down at him, smirking. “You’re so pretty from up here.” I said, trying to fluster him more. He had a small blush on his face which made me more confident in what I was doing.

I lightly grinded down on him, earning another groan. “You like that baby?” I ask, teasingly. I start moving more, feeling him harden more underneath me. He grabbed my hips and started rutting upwards, his head thrown back. He had hickeys scattered across his neck and low groans were coming out of his mouth. The scene almost looks like something that would be in a porno.

My hands made their way up to his pierced nipples. I lightly graze my thumb over it, earning a whimper from him. I started moving down his body until my face was right in front of his covered hard cock. My hands go to the hem of his pants. “May I?” I ask, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Please.” He replies, almost more desperate then I was. I now feel like I have complete control over him. I take his pants off leaving him in just his boxers.

I remove his boxers, throwing them off of the bed and leaving him completely naked. His hard cock sprung out, almost hitting my face. His precum glistened in the low light.

He was HUGE. I knew he’d be big, but I didn’t think he’d be this big. He’s a good 7 inches and decently girthy. My thumb swipes his tip, earning me another whimper. I start stroking him at a slow pace, but I gradually increase the speed, wanting to hear his moans and whimpers again. I look up at him, and his head is thrown back, his back slightly arched. He looks so good like this. I go to lick his tip, his hips buck up as I do so.

#hobie brown smut #hobie brown x reader #smut #hobart brown #hobidbrown

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tracelii · 7 years

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Miss You

Some more post-eyesagao shenanigans/angst/different adult!AU. This is for both of my frendos who are working so hard I love both of them u can do, you guys, you can do!!! @poketin @ellieofmidnight

“Oh yes, I’m definitely leaving you.” He spoke over the phone. “I’m meeting her now. It’s over, man, sorry.” Ian paused, then “Damn, that’s a lot of girlfriends. I guess I can’t compare.” But he chuckled. “Yea, it’s an old high school friend, I guess we’ll catch up and then I’ll head back your way, okay?” The male lifted his head, looking around for any familiar faces. Annoyance crossed his face, but it didn’t last long with the phone still over his ear. “I love you too, you idiot.” He felt the need to whisper- not that he was embarrassed, but he did so with a goofy grin he’d definitely have to get rid of before his friend arrived. “Yea. See you later.”

It was a typically cloudy day, specks of rain beginning to reveal itself, but still Ian held off on moving inside. It had been like this all day, and to be honest, it was kind of nice. Cloudy, and sort of cool, with tiny beams of sunlight sometimes escaping the cover. It wasn’t raining totally, so as long as she showed up soon, the cover of the table umbrella should keep them dry.

Speaking of, where was she? Ian looked around again. People were coming and going outside of the café, not busy enough to be called ‘busy’, but certainly alive this late afternoon. People sat at the surrounding tables, also not worried that it would start raining. They laughed and ate amongst themselves, and Ian tried hard not to stare- he knew he had a resting bitch-face and didn’t want to scare off the locals, sitting at this table by himself.

“Ian?”

He lifted his head at the call of his voice, and had a snarky reply ready to let loose, but took a moment to take in the sight before him. There, smiling warily, was his old high school friend, Elsa.

After what they had been though, ‘friends’ seemed like a tame word. She was more like… his annoying-ass sister who he had to look after as they both faced the unknowns of the void, the place he would be stuck in his sleep, and also the demon terrorizing their friends and driving them insane. She also occasionally looked after him too, he had to admit.

But that was such a long time ago. High school seemed like a far off nightmare that he definitely didn’t want to recall, even as he was doing It right now. He grimaced.

“Do I look that bad?” She pointed at him. “Hey, nice beard. And hair.”

“No.” He said. “I mean, you don’t look your best, unless this is your best, then you look fine.” Ian said casually. He pointed at the open chair waiting for her.

“Honestly, I cant tell if that’s an insult.” She took a seat, and rubbed at her eyes. “I’m just a little tired, is all. I haven’t been sleeping.”

“That’s what I mean… You look like you rolled out of bed two minutes ago.” Ian sighed out of his nose- He wasn’t meaning to be mean, especially on after not seeing Elsa for some odd years, but something about her was just sticking out, and he couldn’t pick it. Her hair was pulled in a messy bun, and she was wearing sweat clothes, and underneath her eyes were dark. He started to empathize with the possible worry in her expression “Are you… alright?” He asked.

“Who me?” She waved at him as if he was being silly. “You don’t get to be an asshole now, Mcqueen.”

An irked smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. That sounded a lot more like her, at the very least. “I’ll be sure to open every conversation with an insult from now on.”

“That’s the Ian boy I know!” Elsa leaned forward, a kind smile finally gracing her face. “So… whatcha been up to?”

“Uh. Life stuff.” Ian said. He knew the question would inevitably come up after not seeing Elsa for so long, and yet he had no answer available. “Work. Boyfriend. Stuff.”

“Very gay, I love it.”

“Work is not gay. It’s the least gay thing in my life. It’s homophobic.”

“Someone at your job is homophobic?”

“No, working is homophobic because I hate it.”

Elsa snorted, and shook her head. “You’re an idiot.”

“Not more than you are.” Ian shot back. “So—what have you been up to?”

“Uh…” Elsa said slowly. “Life stuff?”

“Mmhm, A+ original answer.” Ian sipped on this previously abandoned water, but he kept his eyes on Elsa. There was something… there was still something off. She still looked…. Not all there. He didn’t know how to describe it- like… if Elsa was, at her best or even at her worst, 100% Elsa, right now she was like… 85% Elsa.

Even back then, when all that shit was going on at school, Elsa remained ‘100% Elsa’. It was the most admirable thing about her- how she managed to keep true to herself even in the most shitty of situations.

“Well I mean… I’m not dating anyone.” She shrugged, finally glancing away from him, and letting her gaze wander onto the street. “Me and Mimi have been off and on, but she’s visiting some family in Europe for a few months, so we haven’t talked too much.” She shrugged again. “Work stuff. Uh…” She rubbed the back of her neck now, just for the movement. “Been trying to get in contact with Traci and Ellie for a tiny bit. Just texts so far. They’ve been super busy.”

“So I’m you’re last resort.” Ian said with a chuckle. “You know I’m gay, right?”

“Listen, you fuc-“

“Can I take your order?”

They both looked at the waitress who unknowingly arrived just in time. Ian, gifting Elsa with the sassiest smirk he could muster, just ordered a muffin and some tea. It was a good morning snack since he’d eaten before coming here.

“Uh… Nah, I’m good.” Elsa shifted again. Ian noted it this time, she just kept… moving. Making the motions to make the motions.

“Water?”

“No thank you.”

Ian eyed her now as the waitress, just as confused over the situation, politely let them back to their conversation as she went to put Ian’s order in.

“Is this… a money thing?” Ian asked. “Do you need money?”

“I’m not broke, but thanks, you’re welcome to spend all your money on me if you’d like. I hope the brutalboyfriend isn’t too mad at you being a sugardaddy.” Elsa said warily.

“Elsa, there’s something going on.” Ian finally cut in.

For a second, they stared at each other, and Elsa’s lips parted as she grasped for words to compile into some sort of answer.

“No.” Ian cut her off before she began. “There’s something… off. I’ve seen you tired before. All those nights you couldn’t sleep in school, you were still you. Even when--- even when it should have impossible, you kept your chin up. I know it’s been a while, but there’s something—“

“I thought--- I thought I was in the void.” Elsa said breathlessly. “A few months ago I thought I went back to the void.”

Ian’s mouth hung open. “-wrong. What? What?” The void didn’t disrupt him as much anymore- he still had to interact with the mysterious place he went to as he slept, but it only happened every once in a while- once a month. If he kept them happy, they would leave him alone, that was pretty much it. “You’ve been to the void?” As far as he knew, the void (as it was somehow a ‘where’ and a ‘who’ at the same time) rather plainly disliked Elsa. It was he, Ian, who started bringing her along with him every night (back when the void forcefully whisked him away every time he slept) when Anti was trying to scare Elsa out of trying to save Ellie and Traci by giving her nightmares.

“Here’s your order.”

Dumbfounded, he stared at Elsa glance out into the lack of traffic as his muffin and tea was set before him. The waitress probably had asked him something- probably if he needed anything else, but his eyes were wide and he was frozen. He didn’t say anything, and the waitress quickly excused herself.

“No… No.” Elsa said quietly, once the girl had left. “I thought it was. It was…. I was dreaming. It felt real at first, but I can tell the difference. Dreaming eventually feels like dreaming. Being in the void was like being wide-awake the whole time.” She looked down.

Ian remembered to breathe, and looked down at his almond poppy muffin as unspoken relief washed over him. “Okay.” He said, and sighed again. “Sorry, I jumped to conclusions. What about… the dreams?”

“It made me realized that I missed them.”

Ian, for the millionth time paused, leaving Elsa the chance she needed to elaborate.

“Uhm… the girls.”

“The… void girls.”

“Yes.”

“The ones who seduced you and tried to keep you in the void and tried to kill me. The ones who were like… evil versions of you and Traci and Ellie.”

“Uhm… They were, misunderstood. Anti made them, yea, and they did try to kill us at first, but they changed.”

“They weren’t real.”

Elsa winced. “They were. Even before they had our faces, they were part of the void… but Anti gave them an identity.”

“Your identity, Elsa.”

“No—I mean--- they became their own people!” Elsa said. Her body was tense. “You---- you just don’t get it.”

“Yea, I don’t.” Ian shot at her. “They’re long gone. What do you want with them?”

“Uhm…” Elsa said again. “I… have you see them, when you go to the void? Do they say anything about me? I… I wonder how they’re doing all the time. I worry about them.”

“Elsa, I haven’t—I haven’t seen them.”

A shiver ran though the girl’s body, and she grew embarrassed. “Wow… wh… what a relief. Hey, hows everything in the void anyway?” Her eyes focused on his muffin, then his tea, then her hands. She avoid his critical expression. “Judy still there? The plant, I mean. Does it grow? Does the tv still have those stupid knobs? The couch still comfy?”

“You… You miss everything, don’t you?”

“Huh?”

“You miss me.” Ian said slowly. “You miss the void. You miss the void girls. The real girls.”

“N--… No-“ Elsa shook her eyes, but they next time they met, he held her gaze with a challenging one of his own. “I don’t miss them!” Her voice shot up, cracking, then she nervously looked around- a few people were looking, and she ducked her head. “No, I just… Maybe—Maybe if I can just go back to the void. You can take me back there. I just want to see them- I want to make sure theyre okay.”

“Elsa.” Ian said slowly. “I’ll even admit. They weren’t totally evil. And you saw something good in them that I didn’t see in them- that Anti didn’t even see in them… but they’re just part of the void. I know you’ve been wanting to check on Ellie and Traci, and hang with them again, but you cant use the void and Grace and Kelly to fill that. You’re missing it, and belive me, I got that, sometimes the void felt like—I don’t know, that it gave you purpose outside of school shit. But that’s in the past for you- its almost in the past for me. You have to move on.”

“Ian.” Elsa said, her voice trembling now. “They need me to take care of them-. They need me.”

“Who. Which ones are you talking about?”

“Ellie.”

“Ellie?” Ian questioned.

“No! I said Kelly, you heard me. I know Ellie’s a grown-ass woman, she can take care of herself.”

“You said Ellie because you miss her.” Ian said. “And you think that even if you find Kelly and Grace, that it’ll fill what you miss about your friends. Did you really try to contact them? I spoke with Traci just last week. She’s not that hard to get a hold of. Are you sure you tried to contact them?”

“Ian you’re fucking confusing me. I never was talking about Traci or Ellie.” Her voice twisted unpleasantly as she tried to keep a cap on her volume. “You’re… you’re putting words in my mouth.”

“I’m not going to take you to the void.” Ian said, his voice sharp.”If you really missing something you need to connect with your friends. Your real friends.”

“Fuck you.” Elsa’s voice was quiet, but shook with rage- with—grief. “They would call me if they wanted to. They’d come see me if they wanted to, Ian. But Grace and Kelly cant do that. I’d… I’d even like to see Chelsa again.” Tears spilled from her eyes. “I just need to see them, I just need to make sure they’re okay, okay? How dare you try this psycho-analyzing bullshit on me.”

Ian leaned in closer to her. “I don’t know how to help you, but this isn’t the way. How about we just---“ There were certainly eyes on him. “Lets just head back to my place, and talk about this.”

“In the void?”

“No.”

“That’s what I thought.” Elsa shoved at the table, knocking over Ian’s water, and knocking the air out of him just a bit as the table bumped against the body. He coughed, and raised his hands as the water spilled in his lap, then started climbing up to his feet. “Elsa-“

“Stay the fuck away from me!” Elsa stumbled as she stood up after another shove parted her from the table enough to stand. Her world spun, and she gripped the table, but she laughed harshly, and stood up again. “Why did I think you’d ever want to help anyone but your god-damn self.”

“Elsa!”

But Elsa’s head was pounding, and she could feel hundreds- millions of eyes on her. She shook her hand, rubbing at the tears, shed and unshed, and rushed out of the fenced in group of tables.

Ian went up to go after her, but by time he had dug his cash to leave for the tea and muffin, she was nowhere to be seen. He gritted his teeth, trying to politely pull attention off of him. He opened his phone as it rang, and put it up to his ear, but moved onto the sidewalk, looking for sight of her.

“Listen, I’ll have to call you back.” He said quickly, and hung up. Surely, his boyfriend or whoever the hell that even was would understand.

-----

The girl blinked as she looked at her phone, the ‘call ended’ screen blinking at her. “Wow…” he sounded in quite a rush. Her grey-ish, blue-ish eyes spotted her bag and she tugged it off the turntable baggage claim.

Ellie turned back to the familiar Japanese airport, and smiled a bit to herself, feeling at home once again. She couldn’t wait to see her apartment and her friends (if Ian ever remembered to call her back). A thought occurred to her, and her expression brightened as she moved to hail a taxi.

She could probably hang with Elsa! They needed time to catch up, honestly- they hadn’t spoken in so long…

“I hope she misses me as much as I miss her.” Ellie said to herself with a chuckle.

#technically eyesagao #eyesagao #adult!au #eyesagao elsa #eyesagao ian

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