#the hobbie fanfic

[anemoxlys]

Thranduil x Reader Cinderella AU

The fat crush I have on this man (this is the 18th piece of writing I have done for him-

Can you tell I just watched Into the Woods?

Word Count: 2000+

“Please Valar…” You whispered before swinging your legs out of your bed and quickly rushing to put on your clothes, the cold of the morning startling you slightly. It had been a few hours since you’d been up before the rest of your household woke as well, buzzing with a certain energy that they only ever got during ball season. “Oh I simply cannot wait!” Angelica squealed, grasping her hands in Marjorie, her sister’s. “Yes, the prince is bound to choose one of you.” Your stepmother agreed, sitting down at the table before snapping her fingers to gather your attention. “Yes ma’am?” You hastily ask, dashing over to her. “Have our gowns ready for tonight, and remember you must feed the dogs whilst we are out.” She sighed, as if talking to you was this time consuming, wasteful task. “I-I was wondering if I may not join you this ball, ma’am?” You softly murmured, nervousness flowing over you. “You, join us?” Your stepmother cackled, clearly finding the prospect ridiculous, “My dear, if you were to come with us, who would clean the house in our absence?” She continued, patting your head before speaking again, “Now, tighten those corsets. We want to grab the prince’s attention after all.” She commanded. Dutifully, you did so, trying to withhold the tears from slipping down your cheeks.

You watched, silently as your ‘family’ rode away from you, their carriage spreading out of the gates without you. Finally, you let yourself cry, fat, ugly tears slid down your cheeks as you sobbed in the driveway. “My dear, why do you cry?” An unfamiliar voice asked. “Apologies, are you lost ma’am, maybe I can help?” You immediately responded, wiping your cheeks dry. “It seems as though you are the lost one, is there not a ball tonight?” She asked, resting her hand on your shoulder. “Yes, though I am not allowed to attend.” You smiled sadly, “Are you sure I cannot help miss, I have food if you need or water..?” You asked softly. “I shall make you a deal, you get me a loaf of bread and I shall make you go to the ball.” The strange lady offered. “Of course.” You responded, wholly unbelieving her side of the bargain as you hurried inside to get her the food she wanted. 

“Here you go, miss, safe travels.” You smiled, handing over the loaf, alongside some extras that you packed. You moved to turn around only to be stopped, “It seems I have yet to uphold my end of the deal, do turn around dear.” She called, watching as you followed her instructions.             -     

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.” You whispered, clasping your hands together before the carriage door opened and you were forced to step towards the palace. “Miss?” A man’s voice sounded. “Yes, sir?” You asked, nervousness flowing through you. “May I accompany you inside?” He asked, a pleasant smile on his lips. “Me?” You started before realising how rude you probably sounded, “I mean, yes, if you wish.” You corrected, an embarrassed smile falling across your face. The man standing before you was horribly attractive, long blonde hair framing his face perfectly, a pristine black outfit hugged every muscle flawlessly, and his hands were so unbelievably soft when they gently took yours. “Tell me, what is the name of the most beautiful lady in this kingdom?” He interrupted you from your thoughts with his sweet, deep voice. “I do not know sir, to be honest I do not attend such events regularly enough to have an opinion.” You answered honestly, pure terror now overflowing you as you began to walk up the stairs, eyes falling on you as you did. “You look nervous?” The man beside you asked, concern in his voice as you felt his own eyes settle on you. “Just a bit.” You replied before a nervous laugh spilled out of your lips, “Who am I kidding I’m amazed I haven’t run off yet.” You smiled awkwardly, trying not to clasp his hand too tightly. “Don’t be, you look divine.” He whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. “That means a lot, thank you.” You grinned, some of the anxiety leaving you, “May I ask your name?” You questioned, noting the surprised look on his face, “Apologies, as I said I do not attend social seasons regularly.” You immediately backtracked, your face turning hot. “Not at all, my lady, I was simply taken aback. My name is Thranduil Oropherion.” He answered as your eyes widened. “My prince-” You began before he cut you off, “Do not say anything.” He began, pressing his finger to your lips before realising what he had done and immediately pulling back, “I enjoyed our conversation before. It was… refreshing to not be a soon-to-be king to everyone.” He elaborated, watching as your face grew a small bit less flushed. “Of course.” You murmured, taking in a quick breath as you reached the top of the stairs. “Don’t be nervous, just think that they’re staring at me.” He muttered into your ear before the doors swung open revealing a large gold ballroom, paintings covering the roof. 

“Prince Thranduil Oropherion.” The herald announced as the room grew silent and all looked up the stairwell. “Should I have arrived with you?” You whispered as you looked down at the room full of people all staring as you began to descend the stairs. “Do not worry.” He replied before chuckling slightly, “Probably not though.” He continued as you shot him a horrified glare, causing him to laugh slightly more obviously. “Only now we are expected to dance.” He grinned, leading you towards the centre of the room. “You planned this all along didn’t you, my prince.” You hissed, mentally preparing yourself to step on his feet. “What are you accusing me of, my lady?” He smirked, outstretching his hand for you to take. “I’m not a good dancer.” You admitted, a slight laugh escaping you as his face turned mildly horrified, “I’m not going to leave with broken toes, am I?” He teased. “Quite possibly, your majesty.” You replied with a grin of your own. 

You smiled softly at the memory, sweeping the floors as you recalled last night before you had fled the palace. “Wench!” One of your stepsisters shrieked, most likely calling you to prepare them for the second day of the royal balls. “Coming!” You replied removing your apron before running upstairs. “Corset.” She spat, bracing herself against the bed frame. “Of course.” You muttered, getting to work on pulling at the strings of her corset.

-

“I am glad to see you again, my lady.” You heard the now familiar voice of the prince. “To think, I came through a different entrance and everything.” You joked. “Indeed, one might think you were trying to avoid me.” He half-jested. “Indeed.” You agreed. “Why did you run last night?” He asked, taking a step towards you. You remained silent. “Do I scare you?” He started, this time you interrupting him, “You could never, my lord.” You hastily denied, “You wouldn’t want to be seen with me outside of this palace. Let us enjoy what we have here as it cannot exist anywhere else.” You murmured sorrowfully before walking over to get a drink, leaving the prince by himself. 

-

“That bitch was there again!” You heard Angelica squeal before attempting to hit a high note on a song her and Marjorie were learning with their singing instructor. “I know!” Her sister replied before also attempting the same note. You were amazed your ears were still intact with how loud their screeches were, yet you survived the constant war against your senses. “Y/N!” You heard your stepmother call, breaking you from your thoughts. “Coming ma’am!” You called back, placing the broom against the wall before reluctantly walking to her study. You knocked before hearing the confirmation of you being let in. “What do you need from me, ma’am?” You asked, bowing your head as you shut the door behind you. “The stable boy has fallen ill, clean the stables.” She ordered before dismissing you with a wave of her hand. 

-

“My lady.” You smiled as the prince’s voice came to your ears. “My prince.” You replied with a sad smile, knowing that this was the last time the two of you should meet. “May I finally learn your name?” He asked, taking your hands in his own. “I told you my lord-” You began before he interjected, “May I not know the name of the ellen who has taken my heart?” He pleaded, his eyes practically staring into your soul as he spoke. “I may give you a hint my lord.” You gave in, your own heart beating to the same rhythm. “Anything.” You opened your mouth to speak before noticing the clock as your face grew pale. “I must go!” You hastily muttered. “Please, your name is all I desire!” Thranduil begged, reaching for your wrist. “I am sorry, my prince.” You whispered, tears coming to your eyes as you slipped your glove off of your hand, leaving it in his and fleeing down the stairs. As you did so, your foot caught on one of the stones and you slipped down some of the stairwell- your foot sliding out of your shoe as you did. Glancing back up at the doorway, you saw the prince racing down the steps after you, watching with wide eyes as you quickly slipped off your other shoe and fled, leaving one behind. 

-

“That whore took up the whole ball all three days!” Marjorie sobbed into your stepmother’s shoulder as you swept the fireplace, careful to not spill any ashes onto the carpet. “I know.” Your stepmother comforted before a knock on the door caused her to pause. “Shall I get it stepmother?” You asked as she glared at you. “Of course.” She responded, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Right away, ma’am.” You muttered, standing to move to the door, accidentally knocking over some of the cinders. “You stupid girl!” Your stepmother screamed, her hand coming to slap your cheek, “Clean those up, I shall get the door. Stupid child.” She spat, not caring as tears began to slip down your cheeks at the sting of her hit. 

“We really must see every ellen.” An unfamiliar voice spoke as the sounds of footsteps came towards you. “My daughters are all you need to see, our housemaid does not leave the house much.” Your stepmother immediately shut down the idea as you continued to sweep. “No matter Elaron.” A familiar voice reached your ears. You forced your head to stay down, however your sweeping has ceased, the urge to look at his face one more time growing nearly overpowering. 

A loud, piggish, squeal reached your ears as Angelica tried to shove her foot into your shoe. You watched out of the corner of your eye, a small smile on your lips as she was rejected- her sister taking her place as she also tried to shove her hoof into the clearly too small heel. 

“I thought I said to clean that up!” Your stepmother hissed, stalking over to you as you hastily began to clean again. “Sorry, ma’am.” You softly apologised, flinching away from her as she raised her hand up. “There is no need to violence, miss.” Thranduil’s voice once again reached your ears, his voice sounding more hopeful than before as he carefully walked over to you. “What is your name?” He asked, voice full of desire. “I am afraid I cannot tell you, my lord.” You responded softly, a grin falling over your lips as he sharply breathed in. “Elaron!” He quickly called as the sound of more footsteps came. “May I?” He asked, kneeling down before you, shoe outstretched. “Of course.” You answered, finally looking at him. Carefully, he slid the shoe onto your foot, his face erupting in happiness as it slid further onto your foot without resistance. “You have the other?” He asked, “I would hate for my queen to walk with only one shoe.” He continued as you reached into the pocket of your apron- pulling out the second shoe which he carefully slid onto your other foot.

I hope you enjoyed, I know it's not as long as some of my other works but I like the length for this fic (I feel as though if it has been too long it would have been less enjoyable) Let me know your thoughts, and if there are any typos please let me know I do not proof-read...

#thranduil oropherion #thranduil #thranduil x reader #x reader #fan fiction #the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #lotr #lotr x reader #lord of the rings #lord of the rings x reader #thranduil oropherion x reader #cinderella au #xreader #disney au #lotr fanfic #the hobbie fanfic #hobbit

[mywitchcultblr]

This is what happened when a fanfic site is profit driven. Wattpad sucks 😞

The email/DM from Wattpad is so condescending. Imagine pressuring writers to update and work while they are doing it for free and fun. Also, the discovery? Algorithm? Of Wattpad looks like a stressful popularity contest 😑

#wattpad #ao3 #fanfic #fandom #writing #writer #archive of our own #twitter #the capitalization of fandom is a sin #capitalism strikes again #capitalism #late stage capitalism #when your hobby is used for the profit of a corporation

[rainbow-nerdss]

"How come you never talk to me about sports?"

It's late in the afternoon on a lazy Sunday, and they're just curled up on the couch together. Eddie's got a book in one hand, and he's carding the fingers of his other through Steve's hair. Steve's got the sports pages from the morning paper in his lap, and he's looking through it idly.

He stops when he hears Eddie's question, though, cranes his neck back to look at him.

"Huh?"

"How come you never talk about sports? I just realised I don't even know what teams you support." Eddie dog-ears his book and sets his book aside as he asks.

Steve frowns. "But… you don't care about sports. Like, at all. Why would I bore you by talking about it?"

"Are you bored when I talk about D&D?” Eddie asks, hand stilling in Steve’s hair. Steve shakes his head. “I tell you about my sessions all the time. I tell you about the books I'm reading and music shit, and you always listen to me. You don't really care about any of that stuff, either."

Steve shakes his head. "Yeah, but that’s different,” he tries to argue.

“How so?”

Steve wracks his brain for the words to describe it. “I like listening to you talk about D&D because you get so excited. I like hearing you talk about something you care about."

Eddie smiles and kisses Steve’s forehead. He looks almost smug, like he’s won a debate Steve hadn’t even realised he was part of.

"So let me ask again. Why don't you talk about sports more?"

Steve is quiet, staring at nothing in the distance as he puts the pieces together.

"I never... Nobody ever.... I mean, except Lucas, but Robin and Dustin always rolled their eyes when I made references to it, so..."

Eddie cups Steve’s face and looks him in the eye. "Tell me something."

"What?"

"I don't know. What's the drama right now? How's your team doing in the league or the championship or whatever it's called? Tell me about the last game you saw on TV! I wanna hear you talk about your interests, too."

Steve feels warmth burst in his chest as he sets the newspaper aside. 

Eddie leans back against the couch, watching fondly as he listens. Steve is hesitant at first, stumbling over his words. A little voice in the back of his head keeps tripping him up, telling him Eddie doesn't care about any of this and you're boring him, wrap it up.

Every time he lets the voice win, though, every time he stops talking, trails off, or tries to change the topic to something Eddie might enjoy more, Eddie asks him a question.

"What does that rule mean?"

"How does team selection even work?" 

"What would your dream line-up look like right now?"

And Steve answers. And Eddie listens.

When Eddie finally runs out of questions, Steve's surprised by how happy he is.

"You're really cute when you talk about sports, you know that right? Your face lights up with it."

Steve leans in and kisses Eddie. "I love you."

"Love you too, babe. I really do."

#steddie #steddie fanfic #steddie hc #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #my fic #because steve deserves to have people show an interest in his hobbies too #unfortunately i know jack shit about sports can you tell? #anyway jock steve rights #eddie loves steve and that includes wanting to hear him talk about his favorite things #maybe someday eddie will persuade steve to play d&d and steve will get eddie into some tiny gym shorts to play some 1v1 #and they'll both love it because they love spending time together #they may not fully understand each other's interests but they do their best #because they LOVE EACH OTHER #anyway thank you and goodnight

[oxenfreeao3]

There aren't many hobbies out there that are free to do, inherently creative, and capable of bringing joy to people all across the globe.

But that's why I love writing fanfiction.

#fanfic #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic writing #writers on tumblr #writers #romance writing #“why waste your time writing fanfic #creative writing #hobbies #oh and hobbies aren't supposed to be side hustles btw #“why waste your time writing fanfic? you can never publish or sell it” ok bozo why don't i abscond with every flower in your garden??? #you are under no obligation to convert your creativity into capital

[steddiehyperfixation]

don't you forget about me (part six)

(part one)(part two)(part three)(part four)(part five)

Steve allows himself a brief mental breakdown in the shower when he gets home. He lets the water mix with his tears as he curls his arms around himself and wishes with everything he is that they were Eddie’s. There’s nothing he wouldn’t give right now just to be held by him again, just to feel Eddie’s arms around him one more time. All it took was a tiny kiss on the back of his hand for Steve’s skin to remember just how much it missed that feeling. Now Steve’s entire body craves Eddie’s touch, and he shakes in its absence like an addict in withdrawal. 

Then he puts himself back together, gets dressed and styles his hair and heads off to work. 

They’d defeated Vecna before he could split the world into pieces or whatever his diabolical plan had been. So while Steve’s whole world may have been torn apart, while Steve’s whole world lays bruised and bandaged and amnesic in a hospital bed, the rest of the world carries on none the wiser. The rest of the world still rents VHS tapes and has movie nights and date nights and no fucking clue that they were seconds away from being dragged down into a hell dimension a couple weeks ago, so Family Video is still open for them. Fuck that. 

“You’ve gotta handle the customers today because if someone starts asking me stupid questions I can’t promise I won’t snap at them,” Steve tells Robin as he drives them to their shift. 

“Aw, but it’s so funny when you snap at them,” Robin quips. 

“Robin.” He gives her his best I’m so fucking serious look. 

Her humor dries up immediately and she nods solemnly. “Alright, yeah. I got it.” 

Steve sighs, pulling into the parking lot. “Thank you.” 

He busies himself with cataloging and reshelving and rewinding returns while Robin takes over the customer service part of the job. It’s mindless - mind-numbing - the monotony of the tasks exactly what Steve needs to dull out the thoughts in his brain and distract himself from the way the back of his hand still tingles from Eddie’s kiss. 

When the afternoon rush dies down after a few hours and the store is all but empty, Robin sidles up next to him where he’s putting away a stack of fantasy films. “Hey.” 

Her voice cuts through his focus and nearly startles Steve out of his skin. “Jesus! Don’t sneak up on me like that.” 

“Sorry.” She grabs half the stack of tapes and starts helping him shelve. “Just wanted to check in with you, we haven’t gotten much of a chance to talk today. How are things going with Eddie?” 

“It’s fine. He’s fine,” Steve grumbles, glaring down at the tape in his hands. It’s got a dragon on the cover. He thinks Eddie would probably like it. “He still doesn’t remember me, but he’s starting to see me as a friend now at least, so.” Steve shoves the movie into its spot on the shelf. “That’s something, right?” 

Robin raises her eyebrows at the sharp bitterness in his tone and how forcefully he put the tape away. “Okay. Yeah. So I see we’re in the anger stage of grief now,” she comments. 

Steve scoffs. If this is a stage of grief, he thinks he’s been going through them in the wrong order, or maybe all at once - a neverending ebb and flow of denial and anger and depression all swirled together into one fucked up cocktail of grief. “I’m not angry,” he says, rubbing his hands over his face. “I’m just tired- emotionally burnt out, I don’t know. I just miss him and it’s not fair and I’m so fucking sick of feeling like this.” 

“Yeah, that’s anger, Steve,” Robin says, infuriatingly blunt. She slides the last tape in her stack into its place and then leans against the shelf. “Did something else happen to set this off, or are you just generally overwhelmed?” 

Steve sags against the shelf beside her. “Both. I don’t know. It’s stupid, it’s so fucking stupid. He just- he kissed my hand this morning, that’s it, and it wrecked me.” 

“He what?” Robin questions, curiosity widening her eyes. 

“He kissed my hand,” Steve repeats. He sighs and adds context, gives her a full recount of the events of that morning.

“Oh my god?!” Robin practically squawks as she backhands Steve’s arm, which is definitely not the comforting words or touch he needs from her right now. 

“Ow!” he yelps, rubbing his arm. “What the hell was that for?” 

“Dude. He was flirting with you,” she tells him, eyes even wider now like she’s trying to explain to him something obvious. 

“What? No.” Steve shakes his head, looking at her like she’s crazy. “He definitely wasn’t.” 

“Ughhh,” Robin lets out a long, dramatic groan, dragging her hands down her cheeks and pulling down her eyes. “I cannot do this with you two again. He totally was.” She drops her hands from her face so she can use them to illustrate her point as she starts to lists off, “First of all, he literally called you daddy-” 

“As a joke,” Steve interrupts to protest. 

“Yeah, a flirtatious one,” Robin retorts. She continues, “Then he said you have a magic touch, and then his heart literally started racing for no reason-”

“Because I was stressing him out!” 

“Only after his heart rate went up in the first place, which, as I was saying, was for no reason other than the fact that you were smiling at him and holding his hand-” 

“That literally doesn’t-” 

“And then, he kissed your hand - pressed his lips to your skin - and told you that you were his good luck charm,” Robin finishes, looking smug like she’s said something novel and not just completely reiterated exactly what Steve had just told her only with more emphasis. 

He sighs wearily. “Your point?” 

“He likes you, dingus,” she says, whacking his arm again. “Don’t you get it? His mind may not remember still, but his heart is starting to.”

Steve doesn’t know what to do with that. A lump rises in his throat, a rush of jumbled emotions chafing against his already frayed edges. “Don’t say that. You don’t know that.”

“I think you should tell him what you were to each other,” Robin suggests. 

“Right, yeah, okay, sure,” Steve scoffs, somewhere between sarcastic and hysterical. “And while we’re at it, I think you should tell Vickie that you like her. Because telling people things like that is so easy, isn’t it?” 

Robin gives him a withering stare. “That is not the same thing at all, and you know it.”

“No, yeah, you’re right,” he agrees. “Because I know Eddie, and he would not take that news well. He already gets a little weird whenever I seem to know too much about him - if I tell him I know him biblically too-” 

“Ew, don’t tell him like that!” 

“Doesn’t matter if I tell him like that; I say we’ve been together for 9 months, he’s going to assume we’ve-” 

“God, okay, I get it!”

“See? It would freak him out,” Steve concludes, crossing his arms. “Even if he does…like me again or whatever, he definitely wouldn’t anymore and it would just generally make him uncomfortable. So I can’t tell him. I just have to keep waiting for him to remember on his own, even though it’s fucking killing me,” he says, his voice harsh as he tries to keep it from breaking. “It’s what’s best for Eddie.” 

“Steve-” Robin starts, frowning like she’s only just beginning to realize she may have pushed him too far, but whatever it is she was going to say is cut off by the ringing of the bell that announces the front door being open. 

“Customers.” Steve points his chin towards the couple who just walked in, a bitter jealousy boiling in his stomach as he watches them walk hand in hand towards the romance aisle. It’s not fucking fair. He shoves himself away from the shelves and mutters, “I’m taking my break.”

He stalks to the breakroom, closes the door, and sinks to the floor with his back against it. The tears in his eyes feel like they’re made of acid, like they would carve tracks into his skin if they were to spill down his cheeks. He wraps his arms around himself again. The thoughts in his head are made of acid too, bitter and burning and cursing everyone who gets to enjoy their lover's touch while he suffers without his. 

Steve’s brain feels corroded, corrupted. “He likes you,” Robin’s words echo there too, “his mind may not remember still, but his heart is starting to.” Would Eddie touch him now if he asked? Would he trace his fingers across Steve’s skin, kiss more than just the back of his hand? Steve digs his own fingers into his sides. He feels gross, he feels rotten. It wouldn’t be right to ask that of Eddie without him knowing the truth, to take advantage of him like that. It wouldn’t be the same, anyways. The superficial touch of a boy with the beginnings of a crush is not the tender lover’s caress that Steve craves. 

That is if Robin is even right about Eddie redeveloping feelings. Which she probably isn’t.

Steve’s just being stupid and selfish again. He wants to remove his brain from his skull so he can stop thinking, tear his heart from his chest so he can stop feeling; both so burned and decayed he thinks if he held them in his hands they would dissolve and crumble to dust and ash and sludge between his fingers. 

Fifteen minutes pass, and Steve forces himself to be fine. He peels himself off the breakroom floor and returns to work, continues the tedious tasks that he hopes will numb him out again. 

Robin catches his eye from across the room where she’s sorting a customer’s cash at the register. I’m sorry, her expression says, I didn’t mean to make you upset. 

Steve gives a tiny shake of his head and a small smile. It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault, his own expression reassures her. You meant well. I’m not mad at you. 

They don’t talk about Eddie again that day. The next time there’s a lull in customers and they’re able to chat again, Steve tells Robin he honestly just needs a distraction right now, and he lets her ramble on about Vickie and band and school and her impending graduation and the movie she watched last night and whatever other random thoughts are bouncing around that hyperactive head of hers. Her voice fills in the cracks in Steve’s brain, keeps it from falling apart completely. She’s always been good at that, and he’s grateful for it. 

Then he drops Robin off after work and he drives away alone in silence because all the songs on the radio are love songs, and he drives back to the hospital - back to the source of his grief again and again like some sort of fucking masochist - because Eddie needs him. Because Steve loves him.

~

Eddie cannot help the way his face all but beams the second Steve walks back into his room that evening. “There you are, Stevie! How was work?”

Steve returns the smile, genuine, but there’s a tiredness to it. “It was alright. Bit boring, really, uneventful. How are you doing?” 

“I’m good,” Eddie says, adding with a jaunty grin, “All the better now that you’re back.” 

It comes out a bit more flirtatious than he intended, but thankfully Steve just laughs it off. “Alright, smoothtalker,” he scoffs through a chuckle as he takes his usual seat by the bed. “It’s nice to see you again too.”

“Oh, the actual doctor came in to talk to me today. Good news, don’t worry,” Eddie tells him, the last bit tacked on quickly before that concerned crease can appear between Steve’s brows. “She says I’m healing up nicely, and I might be able to be discharged soon. A few more days’ observation and then they're gonna see how well I can actually move since, you know, the bats chewed through half the muscles in one of my legs. But, yeah, I could be out of here by the end of next week.” 

“That’s great, Eddie!” Steve brightens. 

“Yeah.” Eddie smiles. “I can’t wait to be somewhere familiar, feel normal again. Or, well,” he amends, smile falling a little as he realizes, “as normal as I can feel given that I’ll probably be walking with a limp for the rest of my life and be covered in nasty scars all over.” 

A strange expression crosses Steve’s face then, something happy and sad and sympathetic all at once, and his voice is soft as he says, “We’ll match.” 

Eddie blinks at him. “What?”

“The scars,” Steve clarifies. “The bats got me too, you know. I was lucky, it wasn’t as bad for me as it was for you, but, uh- yeah, we’ll match. See?” He stands and pulls his shirt up a bit. 

Eddie’s heart rate immediately kicks up again, blood growing warm, as his eyes snap to Steve’s stomach, to skin and muscle and body hair and- oh. Two giant, jagged red scabs cover Steve’s sides, the edges fading into skin bumpy and pink and white with the beginnings of scarring. The bite on Eddie’s own side twinges in sympathy. “That’s-” He swallows back the word hot, and breathes out instead, “Holy shit.” Without really thinking, he finds himself reaching out to skim his fingers over the ridges of Steve’s scars. 

Steve gasps - full body shudders - at the touch, and Eddie instantly pulls his hand back, afraid he’s hurt him. “Sorry,” he mutters.

“No, it’s fine,” Steve manages, though it sounds a bit shaky. “You didn’t hurt me, I just- I wasn’t expecting it.” 

Eddie tentatively starts to reach back out; Steve nods. He slowly traces the outline of the wound again, every uneven edge, feeling the evidence of hurt and the evidence of healing and the ripple of each breath Steve takes - breaths that echo in the quiet that falls between them. Eddie doesn’t realize just how intimate this silence has become as he runs his hands across Steve’s skin, until he glances up to find Steve just…watching him. It’s impossible to tell exactly what emotion is behind his eyes, but it’s intense and it’s devastating, and Eddie suddenly feels like he can’t breathe. 

“Uh-” A nervous laugh stutters out of him. He rescinds his touch. “Twin scars, huh?” he remarks, cracking a crooked smile and attempting to change this strange, suffocating energy with a joke. “Hell of a matching tattoo. Next time let’s just exchange friendship bracelets like normal people do, yeah?”

Steve huffs, a short burst of laughter that escapes from his chest like it’s been punched out of him. “Since when have you ever done anything like a normal person?” he teases in return as he pulls his shirt back down.

Just like that, blown away by Steve’s playful smile, the weird tension lifts. Eddie grins back. “Alright, fair point.” He adds, “Those are gonna be some pretty metal scars, Stevie.”

“Not as metal as yours,” Steve says warmly, settling back in his chair and kicking one leg over the other. “You’re the one that literally survived death, Ed. It doesn’t get any more metal than that.” 

“Now who’s the smoothtalker?” Eddie smirks, and he hopes he isn’t blushing. Steve Harrington calling him metal with so much pride and affection in his voice is doing numbers on his heart. Curse this stupid fucking crush.

Steve eyes divert briefly to the heart monitor, which has not once calmed down since the second he’d lifted up his shirt, and Eddie is so sure that he knows then, that he’s finally made the connection between what’s got Eddie’s heart racing, but he doesn’t say anything, just laughs it off again, smiling like everything’s completely normal as he looks back at Eddie and rolls his eyes and mutters in return, “Shut up.” 

“Make me,” Eddie mumbles, not quick enough to bite back the words before they fall from his mouth, only managing to lower his voice enough that maybe Steve didn’t hear him. 

“What?” 

“TV?” Eddie grabs the remote, pretends like that’s what he’d said in the first place. Real smooth. 

“Oh, sure.” Steve shrugs. If he noticed Eddie’s slip, he gives no indication of it. 

Eddie turns on the TV and they spend the next hour or so laughing and making fun of the bad acting on the show that’s playing. Easy, normal, platonic. Eddie’s heart rate stabilizes, remaining even so long as he doesn’t look too long at Steve’s smile. 

When sleep starts lapping at Eddie’s consciousness, he doesn’t fear it anymore. Silently, he holds out his hand, and Steve takes it, wrapping him in the warmth and protection that allows Eddie to let himself drift off undaunted. 

And in his dreams his hands skate across Steve’s skin again.

(part seven)

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#giving steve mental breakdowns is my favorite hobby actually can you tell #one or two more parts i think i can't decide #should i resolve it in the next part or drag it out an extra chapter and write out some more of eddie's dream memories??? #steddie #steddie angst #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #fanfic #mine #dyfamsteddiefic

[hobiebrownbrowser]

Gentle Hobie Brown x Virgin F!reader

If the discussion wasn't embarrassing you didn't know what is, Your fingers fiddling with each other as he gently caresses your thigh. It would be a lie if you said you weren't nervous, A feeling of excitement and fear bubbling inside of you.

He looked you in the eyes before pulling you closer, Asking if you were ready one last time. You took a deep breath, nodding your head as you wrap your arms around his neck, his lips capturing yours.

A hand on your hips as he pulls you onto his lap. A gasp leaving you as he squeezes your ass. His tongue slipping into your mouth as he explores every crevice. A mewl escaping you as he gently bites your bottom lip.

His hand caressing your back as you pull away. His lazy eyes looking into yours as he pulls at the rim of your shirt, You obliged, Your thoughts running wild as you were half-naked in front of him. Hobie placing a soft kiss on your cleavage as he unclasps your bra, Tossing it away as he admires your breasts.

You covered your chest, the embarrassment growing as he continued to stare. He grasped your arms in his palms, gently pushing them away as he wraps his lips around your left bud, Pinching your right nipple between his fingers.

Your breathing becoming shallow as he places kisses all along your neck. His fingers intertwined with yours as he softly places you on your back, Asking one last time if you wanted to do this. You nodded, A wave of nervousness flowing in you as you watch him take off his shirt.

His beautiful skin glistening in the dimly lit room. The tip of his finger tugging against the rim of your panties. You hesitate before lifting your lower body, watching your undergarments being thrown away.

He spreads your legs, Your mind resisting the urge to close them as he kisses your abdomen, A shiver running down your spine as he blows on your clit. You playfully hit his shoulder, A chuckle coming from the man below you before pleasure shot through you.

His tongue flicking against your clit as he parts your folds with his lips. His hot breath tingling your cunt as he pushes the soft muscle past your folds, Your back arching as he pushes a single digit inside of you.

Slowly adding another as he thrusts them deeper. Your soft moans lingering in the air as the tip of his fingers assaults an odd spot inside of you. Your mind falling into the void as he continues to deliberately hit that spot. Your cries getting louder as you clench around his fingers.

Your body burning up as you felt something approaching. Your hands digging into Hobie's hair as a shockwave of pleasure pierces through you. Your arousal dripping onto the bedsheets as he pulls out his fingers. A heavy grunt falling from his lips as he rests on his knees.

Caressing your thighs as he waits for you to calm down. He pulls you closer, your legs wrapping around his waist as he hosts your hips into the air. His knees below you as he gently rubs your clitoris with his thumb.

"Ready luv?" You look at him with exhausted eyes, giving him the signal that you were ready. You took a deep breath, Your body jolting in surprise as the tip of his cock makes contact with your entrance.

A choked cry emitting from you as you feel him stretch you apart. His lips planted on yours to distract you from the agony. The pain overwhelming you, Tears streaming down your cheeks as you let out one last breaking cry, his cock bottoming inside you.

He caressed your back, Waiting for you too adjust to the pain, Placing gentle kisses along your neck as you give him the signal to move. His thrusts started off slow, his pace fastening the more you moaned out his name.

You felt every tense of his muscles. Your cunt clenching around him as pleasure runs through the both of you. His hoarse groans getting louder as your nails dig into his skin. Head in the clouds as he hits that odd spot once again.

"H-Hobie!" Your words slurred as drool tickles down the side of your chin. Your body trembling the more pleasure succumbed you. Your eyes blurred from the tears that swelled in your eyes. Hobie wiping them away as he whispers for you to cum for him.

Your body obeying him, soaking his cock in your arousal as he chases his own orgasm, Overstimulation catching up to you as you beg for him to cum inside of you.

His hips halting as a groan rings in your ears. Your eyes rolling back as you felt his cum seep inside of you. Uneven breathing filling the room as he lays atop of you. He finally pulled out of you, A whine escalating from you as you felt empty.

You slowly came back to reality, Hobie leaving you, handing you a glass of water before letting you rest a bit. A kiss being placed on your forehead as he lifts you into his arms.

Turning on the bath water as he grabs your favorite scented bath bomb. Throwing it in the tub and placing you in it. Getting you ready for bed as he picks out some comfortable clothing for you. You smiled, Enjoying your bath before laying beside your boyfriend.

Tiredness taking over you as Hobie urges you to get some rest. The smile still plastered on your face as you nuzzle your head against his neck.

"Goodnight beautiful."

Author note: I sadly have to put a community label on this soon.

Commission completed! (Click here to see the commission)

#hobart brown #hobie brown #hobie my beloved #hobie x reader #hobie x you #hobie brown x reader #hobie #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie x y/n #hobart brown x reader #hobbie brown #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x black reader #hobie brown x you #hobie smut #hobie brown x y/n #18+ fanfic #18+ content #18+ obviously #18+ post #18+ readings #spiderpunk x reader #spiderpunk smut #spider punk smut #spider punk x reader #spider punk x you #x y/n #hobie brown imagine #hobiebrown

[mh2o29]

ayo who invited these guys????

(click for better quality pls)

here is my take on coloring a drawing provided by the amazingly talented @sharpth1ng !!!!! (go check out sharpys stuff pls pls pls you know you want to) and debaser fans know I had to do scarred stu I mean cmon

(I’m not the only one who colored this btw yall go check out @oceanicjessie ‘s post here)

ALSO we were discussing in the debaser discord between stu and billy….who is the gay and who is the loser to form Gay Loser™️….. sooo imma do a poll vote below vvvvvvv

#billy will always be loser in my mind #im sorry one of my hobbies is bullying billy loomis #he deserves it #scream 1996 #billy loomis #stu macher #scream #stuilly #scream fanart #billy x stu #stu x billy #debaser #debaserverse #debaser fanfic #my art #art #if you read this far here’s a secret message #i have more art to share very soon maybe tonight even… #stay tuned lol

[sharkneto]

Fanfic authors, I have a question!

I've been thinking about how fanfic has become more mainstream in the last few years, and if that's affected how open us authors are about our fanfic hobby.

#poll #fanfic #fanfic author #fanfic writing #i'm solidly a ''i choose who i share with'' #that circle slowly expands but i am selective #i have an internal debate regularly about it as i do still carry some shame about the hobby rooted in the fandom climate of a decade+ ago #but i do love writing and i'm wildly proud of my works! #so i feel weird about it and am working to not be so anxious about sharing with friends #and i'm curious of other authors are in the same boat as me #sharkneto speaks

[vellichorbindery]

Hi hello 👋🏻

I’ve finally completed my wrap covered set of All The Young Dudes 🙊

I actually need to make another set for my trade bc I’m not too happy about a few of the measurements and how this glossy paper worked for the wrap method (it was impossible to crease and scratched easily), but I adore the design. I went for a vinyl sleeve theme and hopefully it actually looks like that (does it does it??) 😂

THANK YOU a million times to @green-lights-33 for allowing me to use your stunning artwork for these covers. I’m absolutely floored by your talent.

#bookbinding #all the young dudes #all the young dudes bind #atyd marauders #atyd fandom #atydbookbind #fanfic bookbinding #wolfstar #mauraders #new bind #atyd remus #wolfstar fanfiction #bookbinding hobby #fanfic binding

[licorice-tea]

Don’t Fall In Love With Me (Yet)

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x reader

Content: strawhat!reader, gender neutral reader, feelings and fluff (my faves🤞🏽), so much tension, no resolution of that tension… yet😏, lowkey “i hate everyone but you” trope, very brief mention of some canon typical violence, but no actual violence <3

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: lalalalala i love law😇 i actually wrote about twice as much as what’s here to begin with, but i felt like it was too long for one post, so i might upload it as a second part later if anyone wants that! as always ty for the love, and i hope you enjoy! (did i write this instead of finishing part 3 of my Zoro mini series? perchance. (that will be up soon though!))

Part 2

It’s a day like any other on board the Thousand Sunny- calm waters, music, occasional shouting, and just one abnormality. Law, captain of the Heart Pirates, is a guest on board the Strawhat Crew’s ship in the aftermath of Dressrosa. And despite their hospitality, he finds practically everything about life on board their ship to be draining…

Every potentially quiet moment is interrupted by the crew’s shenanigans.

For starters: the cook and swordsman argue over every little thing, and most of their arguments escalate into fights. The navigator is actually a petty thief or a con-artist at best, and her double, the sniper, takes it upon himself to cause dangerous explosions at least once a day. The musician is an incredibly loud pervert, though the shipwright is somehow even louder and more dramatic. The archeologist is alright- she’s quiet, but Law finds her constant observation more eery than comforting. And the captain is still somehow convinced that his doctor could be used as a source of “emergency food.” Then there’s you; the one who brings whatever you’re working on at the time up to the deck so you can work in the sunlight, wears your weapons like they’re accessories, who only takes breaks from working to visit with your nakama, and always offers a charming smile when you catch Law staring… which happens multiple times in the course of the day.

Law is often irritated, rigid, and cold- so different from your own optimistic and nonchalant demeanor. At breakfast, he doesn’t talk much. Just eats his meal and thanks Sanji before excusing himself to go pour over anatomy books from the ship’s library. He does so for hours, not once joining the Strawhat Crew on deck or even taking time to explore the ship on his own. Nami frequents the library, as well, but she’s taken to drawing maps in her room or on deck since their guests arrival. When night begins to settle overhead, he may return to the kitchen for a cup of coffee, before going right back to his work.

At first, one might have been inclined to think Law didn’t like y/n at all. They can often see his gaze trained on them form from the corner of their eye, but chooses to ignore it sometimes and address it with a smile others. He almost never speaks to them if possible, only offering a nod or a mumbled response to whatever they says. But, he goes out of his way to sit by them at mealtimes and to find himself in the same narrow hallways as them, so that their arms brush. Those are the moments he obsesses over in his mind while he dozes off from his textbooks- the feel of their skin against his, and their kind acknowledgements- always void of harsh judgment.

It’s not just the lack of cruelty in essentially eveything they do, to Law; it’s the presence of love. Love for their nakama, their work, people and places they barely know, even him. He doesn’t recall ever having met someone so full of love that goes beyond superficial kindness- because they can be sarcastic and moody at times- besides perhaps Corazon.

And to y/n, there’s just something about Law that peaks their interests. Maybe it’s the feeling of having someone new around, or something even more indescribable and foreign to the pirate.

Zoro is asleep in the men’s cabin tonight, so y/n is keeping watch. It’s the usual arrangement for the 2 night owls of the crew- when Zoro has truly exhausted his body, he sleeps below deck with the others, and y/n has no trouble staying up through the night.

They turn on some quiet music on their speaker, a must have for any music lover. For a while, they just watch the sea and sky. Nights at sea are like a blackout. But, there is no need for light with strong eyesight and the even stronger moon and starlight.

So it’s no surprise that they see, just out of the corner of their peripheral vision, the top of a white and black speckled hat bobbing up and down as it moves toward the kitchen. Y/n’s eyes widen ever so slightly and their breath catches in their throat. The guest makes them feel silly, in a way, for not being able to discern their own feelings toward him, nor his toward them. They get so caught up in their thoughts about him that eventually they give up. Y/n shakes their head, mentally chastising themself for even being embarrassed or flustered in the first place. And with that confidence boost, they decide to go talk to him.

Next thing they know, y/n is standing before the kitchen door with no plan in mind for what they’re going to say to their crew’s ally. They open the door, but he doesn’t look up from the coffee brewing on the stove.

Y/n clears their throat to announce their presence, and Law whips his head around to see who it is. They offer a friendly smile and a little wave.

“Hi.” They speak softly, as if afraid to break the peace of the night.

A beat passes with no response from Law. Internally, he wishes they hadn’t walked in on him at this moment. The light from the overhead lamp catches in their eyes, and he feels entirely too seen. Not in the way he feels seen by someone like Robin, though, whose constant observation makes him feel uncomfortable; like one wrong move and he’ll have hell to pay for. No; y/n sees him and he’s scared that he might start spewing nonsense to avoid revealing his feelings. And suddenly his cheeks are on fire, and everything is quiet, and all he can focus on is the stars in their eyes that he tries so desperately to look away from.

They tilt their head, likely in concern, and he pulls himself out of his thoughts to mumble, “Hey.”

“Cant sleep?” y/n questions, their starry eyes (as described by Law) flickering over the coffee pot on the counter and back to him.

Law shrugs, then pulls his hat lower over his eyes to hopefully hide his warm face. “I wasn’t trying to sleep.”

“Hm…” they hum in response, “Want to keep watch with me then? If you aren’t busy.”

He thinks they’re just being friendly, like always. When they first met, Law was confused. It made no sense for someone so mild mannered to have a bounty of well over 500 million (now almost double that amount in the time that’s passed), though he didn’t doubt that looks could be deceiving. But even in the midst of battle, of which the two had been in several together, they refused to take kill shots or anything of the sort. So he was still unsure of how they had earned such an impressive reward for their capture. Still, they clearly had a high regard for life, and he had come to learn that they truly were just that kind hearted, not to mention witty and generous. And judging by the “Sora: Warrior of The Sea” sticker he’d noticed on small a journal they carried, which was one amongst many; a bit of a nerd, too. All of these things and more had made Law secretly impartial to them. Or at least, those were the reasons he has listed in his mind to make sense of these feelings.

So he nodded, much to their surprise, and mumbled again “Sure.”

The curve of their smile opens up into a grin, and y/n leaves while fully expecting Law to follow (whenever his coffee was ready.) Which, he does.

#part 2? #one piece x reader #one piece x you #fanfic #one piece #law x reader #x reader #law fluff #trafalgar law #law x you #straw hats #straw hat pirates #straw hat reader #teehee #i love writing fanfic😇 #new hobby😈

[apt502-if]

Fanfic writer MC being one of these writers who puts the most insane stuff in the notes at the end of the chapter.

"Sorry for this chapter being late, i moved to another country/state for my partner and got dumped on the first day there, the rest of the chapter will be on time"

LOL that is so funny

#mail #hobby: fanfic writer

[cilil]

I am speechless.

My post about hateful AO3 spam comment bots is barely 2 days old and then I find this in my inbox.

I'm pretty sure this too is a bot, but just in case there's any sort of human being involved in this: I am not interested and do not consent to any of my works being made into NFTs or, while I'm at it, fed into shitty AIs or anything of this sort. If any of you use my works for such purposes, you are doing so against my explicit wishes and without my consent that you need in order for it to be legal. You have been warned.

To my fellow fan creators: Do not respond to such messages. Report, block, delete.

NFTs have been a complete and utter failure, and many people have lost tons of money - a truth that even the most deluded optimistic NFT fans have had to accept. If you need further information on this, I recommend this video by Folding Ideas on YouTube.

#nft #nfts #fuck nfts #bots #spam bots #what the hell is this #psa #warning #writeblr #writers on tumblr #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic community #first ao3 and now this #fuck off you greedy bastards #if anyone monetizes MY WORK it will be ME and I DON'T WANT TO and have DELIBERATELY made it so people can't #because this is my fucking hobby #and my joy and passion and creativity are not subject to this dystopian capitalist hell

[styob4]

Hobbie *rushes into Miles' room*: oh, tHeRe yOu ARe!

Miles: yeah... where else am I supposed to be at... five in the morning?

Hobbie *slowly sits down on a chair*: now we can ta-alk...

Miles: What's happened? Wait, are you drunk?

Hobbie: too many questions, luv, bu-ut do you know how much alcohol it takes for Spider-Man to get drunk? a... lot... of.

Miles: Why did you have to get drunk?

Hobbie *turning pink*: to do... this.

Miles: what?

Hobbie *slowly gets up from his chair and presses his lips to Miles' forehead*: tomorrow I'll be badass and just cool again, but, sunflower, I'm no-th-ing in front of you right now.

#idea for fanfic #miles morales #marvel #spider man #imagine your otp #punkflower #miles x hobie #hobbie brown

[reasonandfaithinharmony]

Let's be honest. My real hobby is adding things to my WIP list.

Actually finishing those projects is secondary.

#creative process #art #writing #gif making #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #procrastination #hobbies #fanart #works in progress #wip #fandom

[l0veisntbrains]

ok hear me out, all human slow burn where they're in the same band. they swear every day to break up the band bc they can't stand each other but it's just unresolved sexual tension

#spuffy #spuffyedit #spikeedit #spike #buffy #btvs #btvsedit #spuffy fanfic #fic prompt #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy summers #spuffy manips #manips #* #yes my new hobby is turning avril lavigne into buffy summers

[hobiebrownbrowser]

Heated Jealousy

Hobie Brown x Jealous Punk FEM!reader

🔞No Kids Allowed🔞 not my problem if you get traumatized.

Summary: Jealousy can get someone hurt.

Ever since the 'new girl' joined the band it was hell and back. Watching everyone act fondly with her as if she was here from day one. Even Hobie liked her, which was surprising. Considering things hardly peeled at his interest.

You can't deny it. You weren't going too. You were 'jealous'. You weren't jealous of how everyone liked her. You were jealous of how she acted with your boyfriend, Trying to get close to him every time they were together.

Swatting your presence away when you two stood near each other. She was a bitch, you could see it clearly. Yet you couldn't muster up the courage to say something. Swiping her off like she was nothing but a pest, She was one infact.

You watched her small tantrums when Hobie denied going somewhere with her. Bluntly stating how you were the only one for him straight to her face. You felt proud to hear that melody fall from his lips. Yet she never gives up that easily it seems.

She started crossing the line, Touching his arm as you watch him pull away. Annoyance plastered on your face as he walks towards Gwen or Miles for company. You wanted to beat the breaks off that bitch for making your man feel uncomfortable.

She was a two-faced slut who'd probably only wanted to get into Hobie's pants. The thought sickening you as you resist the urge to punch her. Simply walking up to her and speaking like a normalized citizen.

"He's mine. A bitch like you can't have him." She just scoffed, Lying to your face as she doesn't understand what you were talking about. A fake smile plastered on her face as she reapplied her makeup.

You were inches away from making her bleed if Hobie didn't stop you. His fingertips intertwined with yours as he asked if you were hungry. You silently agreed, your blood still boiling as you say fuck it, turning around and punching the shit outta her.

Hobie stopped you, his hand gripping tightly onto your arm as he pulls you away. Making sure to get further enough, pinning you against the wall. His lips attached to yours as you peer up at him in confusion.

"Took you foreva' to do that luv." You glared at him before pulling him in for another kiss, laughter filling the alley way as you both scurry off, Leaving the bitch too taste her own blood.

//--------------------------------------------------------\\

You both arrived home shortly after, your arms in the air as you stretch out your worries. A hefty sigh escaping you once the tension in your body melts away.

"What's the deal luv?" You hummed as Hobie wrapped his arms around you, planting a kiss on your cheek before setting the food on the kitchen counter. You simply said nothing before following his lead, grabbing your dinner for tonight and sitting on the couch.

Putting something random on TV before enjoying your meal. A few minutes had past since then, The scent of cannabis in the air as you lit a blunt, Letting the drug take you on an adventure.

Soothing music playing in the background, you both were burnt out, silently enjoying each other's company. You weren't even paying attention to the TV, the man below you captivating as he rests on your lap.

You had the urge to shower his face in kisses. Leaning down and planting the first one on his cheek, Letting your lips guide you. Despite Hobie feeling all of them he didn't move, opening his eyes and simply smirking at you. He sat up, pulling you onto his lap before returning the kisses. His cold hands roaming up your shirt.

It led with both of you being naked on the couch. Your nipples pinched between Hobie's fingers as he traced your stomach with kisses. Your legs over his shoulders as he eats you out. His tongue flicking your clit, Earning rewards that slipped from your mouth.

His cold lip piercing sending shivers all throughout your body. His tongue parting your folds from one another. Your head in the clouds as he dives his tongue into your cunt. Your back arching off the couch as he fingers your pussy.

Your grip on the couch tightening as you feel your orgasm growing near. Hobie's name unconsciously escaping your lips as you grasp onto his wicks. His hands holding your hips down firmly as he assaults your clit with his tongue piercing.

A loud cry filling the air as you cum all over his face. You eyes seeing colors as your orgasm hits you harshly. A groan leaving the man below you as you clasp your knees together.

A hum overstimulating you as Hobie slowly pulls away. His chest heaving heavily as he takes in a deep breath. Cooing you back from your euphoria by slapping your cunt, Earning more whimpers from you.

Your legs being pinned down as the tip of his cock pushes past your entrance, Stretching you out. The thickness of his dick sending your nerve systems into a frenzy. Feeling every inch of him as he slows down. Putting a pillow under you before he'd started to abuse your pussy, Giving it a harsh slap as he puts pressure on your clitoris.

Lovely incoherent words emitting from you as you plead him to go faster. Your pussy clenching around him as you try to pull him in deeper. Soft mewls crumbling from you as you grasp onto his forearm. Your eyes seeing the back of your eyelids as he kisses your cervix.

Nails digging into his skin as you feel your second orgasm already approaching. Your shortened breath making your throat dry.

"H-hobie!" His name slurred from your mouth, Overstimulation taking control as you cum on his cock, Your arousal coating his dick as you twitch violently from the aftermath. Tears swelled in your eyes as Hobie chases his orgasm, Pulling out and cumming all over your abdomen.

His body collapsing onto yours as he gives you a tired kiss. Your eyes seeing black as you slowly succumb to the slumber that took you.

AUTHOR NOTE: I didn't intend to make a small jealousy chapter 🧍🏾‍♀️ I'm running out of ideas

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