Probably One Of My Favorite Chapter Cover Arts Of All Time. What The Fuck Are You Two Doing.

Baki Characters as "can you buy me pads" texts

Baki

Jack

Yujiro

Hanayama

Kureha

Kosho

Katsumi

Kiyosumi

Retsu

🌶️ phone sex with hobie

warnings: praise and a little degradation, phone sex, voice kink, mutual masterbation, guiding. fem!reader x slightly dom!hobie.

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You huffed, laying on your back in your bed, your hands on your stomach. You were thinking about Hobie, how much you missed his laugh, his smile, the way his eyes hung low after a blunt, the way he fucked you senseless. Just before he left, too. Your hands snake down your stomach, breaking the barrier of your waist band as you dipped your fingers into your already wet folds, teasing your entrance the way Hobie would, trying to simulate him doing it. You rubbed tight circles into your clit, your breath catching a little. It wasn't the same.

You needed his voice encouraging you. You pulled your hand away, reaching over and grabbing your phone, clicking on Hobies contact and pressing call. You pressed it against your ear and no more than three rings, he picked up.

"You aight, doll? Wha's wit' the sudden call?" He murmured down the line, his almost tired voice sending shivers down your spine and wetness to your panties.

"m'okay, I just wanted to hear you. How's anomaly hunting going?" Your hand dipped back down into your panties, your breath catching in your throat, but thankfully he didn't notice.

"Fuckin' long, babe. I'sa mad annoying one. Jus' won't stay still enough fo' me to catch it." He grumbled, the eyeroll practically in his tone. He grunted softly, slinging on his web as he climbed buildings to find the anomaly.

The noise made you let out a shaky breath, one he noticed. One he recognised from when he'd whisper things into your ear whilst slowly but deeply thrusting into you.

"Oh? Ya' havin' fun there, babe?" He teased, his annoyance turning into amusement as he sat on a building.

"Fuck- Hobie. Keep talkin'. Please." You whispered, pushing your shorts off your body hastily before immediately going back to twirling tight circles into your clit.

"Ohh. Is my baby needy? Is tha' pretty pussy missing me?" He cooed with faux sympathy, his filthy mouth making your toes curl.

"Yes..shit, yes. I miss you s'bad, bee. Keep thinkin' about how you fucked me before you left." You mewled, quickening your pace on your clit.

"Yeah? I fucked you good, didn' I? Pretty lil' pussy was jus' callin' out to me, wasn' she? Miss splittin' you open on me, baby." He muttered, his voice teasing. You moaned out of pure desperation, "Go slow f'me, yeah? Slow circles, baby." He cooed, grinning when you whine, but he knows you listened. You always listened.

"I need you so bad, Hobie. How long are y'gonna be?" You whimpered, doing teasingly slow circles to your clit, biting your lip.

"Dunno, luv. Jus' keep rubbing tha' cunt for me, hm? You're such a good girl. So fuckin' needy for me, huh? Can' get enough. Its pathetic." He murmurs, sucking in a harsh breath of his own as he stroked his cock in an alley way to your sounds, picturing and matching your pace.

You dropped your head back, moaning into the phone. "Can I go faster? Please? S'not enough." You whimpered, and he tutted.

"Tsk. Yeah, go faster, doll. Fuck that pussy like I would." He encouraged, his own groan slipping out as he fastened his pace.

"Aren't you - oh..mh. Aren't you supposed to be catching an anomaly?" You muttered to him, your legs closing around your hand as your hips buck, nearing to the edge.

"Wha' wit' ya moaning my name in my ear? Ya think my focus is that good? Nah. Got hard the second I saw ya name on my phone. Wish I was there. Kissin' my way up ya thighs, pullin' them skimpy lace shits you call panties down. Put ya legs over my shoulder n wouldn't stop eating that pretty pussy till I feel like ya ready for my dick, ease you down on me 'fore I fuck ya dumb. Would ya like that, pretty baby? Hm? Me stretchin' you n fillin' you up, making you all mine. Bet ya fuckin' would." Fucking hell, he's filthy. Shamelessly too.

You mewled, nodding your head even though he couldn't see.

"Use ya words, doll. Would you like me fuckin' that tight pussy? You wan' it from the back wit' ya face in the pillow so you can moan as loud as you wan'? Wha' about missionary so I can see that pretty face stained with tears cause I'm fuckin' you so good, mh? Oh, fuck. You ontop, tryna fuck ya'self onto me, unable to feel as good as ya do when I do it. No one can fuck you like I can, sweet girl. My dick reaches places you didn't even know ya had." His words started off rough but they progressed to more desperate sounding.

"Fuck- Hobie, m'gonna cum. Can I? Please...fuck, feels s'good." You whimpered down the line, a guttural groan rumbled from his throat.

"Fuckin' come f'me, pretty girl. Make a mess of those sheets." He encouraged, holding his breath a little as he hears your high pitched, drawn out moan as you crash into your orgasm, babbling incoherently as he hummed along like he understands.

"Mhm. There you go, baby...such a good girl. Makin' a mess f'me and I ain't even there." He cooed gently from his side, talking you through it. He let out a small hiss, tumbling over the edge too. "Such a waste. All tha' cum I could've painted your tight cunt wit'..mh." He grunted.

"Fuck this anomaly. I'm comin' home, sweet girl."

© LUST444MEN 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.

Group hug! 🫂💛

Remember to hug your friends. They have no obligation or tie to you, yet they still stick around - now that's a bond to treasure.

and zoom

Doodle.

Liar.

La imagen no es mia

The image is not mine

The Orange Blossom Special

*points at username* of course i named it after a fiddle tune

It was originally a dip pen test, with a bit of gouache for the orange. I love how wobbly the lines are and how imperfect it turned out (●'◡'●) inking traditionally is so much more enjoyable than digitally.

❝ teddy ❞ hobie brown x gn!reader

❝ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❞ teddy bear humping, teasing, humiliation, penetrative sex

Hobie’s off doing Spider-Man stuff more often than not, it’s just a part of the job, as difficult as it is, but you’d grown to accept it. You miss him, a lot, but there are ways to get around that when he just simply can't be there to hold you the way you need him to.

You have a secret teddy bear you sleep with at night. It’s a huge thing, about half your size, dark brown, and fluffy. You had dressed it up just like Hobie, piercings and all, called it his name, misted it with his cologne, and pretended it was him at night when you cuddled with it. It was a shameful little thing. You kept it from Hobie, knowing he would tease you relentlessly for it if he ever found out about it.

It was your mistake falling asleep with it. You hadn't meant to. The faded cologne that clung to its fur and clothes made it so easy to drift away into slumber. You felt safe and safe meant sleepy.

Hobie had a habit of coming to your flat after a night of patrol, just as the sun would crest over the horizon. He’s come, crawl into bed with you, and sleep with a snore that could wake the dead.

That didn't happen this time because you had so blissfully forgotten bear Hobie on the bed and fallen asleep in your wait for Hobie Hobie to come back and sleep throughout the day with you.

You awake to a deep, guttural chuckle, eyes fluttering to open as your hazy vision cleared and saw Hobie standing over your bed, staring at bear Hobie with a grin on his dark, beautiful lips. “Wha's this then?” He motioned to the clear replica of himself in bear form you were all cuddled up with.

You scrambled up in bed, you eyes flickering between your two Hobies. “I- I uhm…”

“Do ya hump it?” He asked, such a Hobie thing to ask, tossing it back down on the bed in front of you. His lips curled when you didn't respond, cashing your eyes away from him with your fingers fiddled aimlessly with each other. “My fuckin’ days, ya do.” He laughed again, thoroughly amused by the situation and your utter embarrassment.

Hobie grabbed the bear, picked it up under its armpits and lifted it to examine it. “This me?” He asked as if the answer wasn't obvious. He wanted to hear you say it, say that you have a bear replica of him just to further your humiliation. Your face heated with embarrassment as you nod once. “Yeah…”

Hobie was silent for a moment, staring at it. A sick thought entered his head.

“Go ‘head, show me then. I wanna see.”

Before you know it, Hobie has you naked and on top of bear Hobie, straddling the thing that looks so innocently up at you. He’s behind you, large, rough hands on your hips to guide your motions as you rut your hips on rough fabric of bear Hobie's pants.

You moan softly as Hobie’s hands grope at your body, your hips shuddering against the rough fabric of your favorite teddy. Your back arches, body rolling while Hobie kissed at the shell of your ear and whispered soft obscenities to you.

“Ya think ‘e can do better than me?” He pushes your hips forward and back, forward and back, your leaking out all over the poor thing, ruining the fabric you would inevitably have to wash later as you always did. “Hm? Does ‘e make ya moan louder than me?”

You whimpered, craning your head around to look at him only for Hobie to spank you softly on the soft flesh of your ass. “Don' look at me, look at Hobie, doll.” He makes your hump and rut and fuck against your precious companion, all for his greedy eyes to take in and enjoy.

You’re cries are soft with humiliation, fingers gripping the soft plush of the teddy to keep it still beneath you while you fuck yourself against it. Hobie chuckles in your ear. “Fuckin’ pathetic, really.”

And when you cum, you make a mess of the thing, leaving your poor Hobie and wet and sticky with cum. Its face remains unchanged, just as innocent as before.

You’re forced to stare at it as Hobie gets you on all fours on top of it and eases his cock into you. You’re made to kiss it’s nose and tell it you love it while Hobie fucks himself into your pretty little hole. His cock slides against that sweet spot that makes your body shudder with the throes of another quick, shivering orgasm.

“Look at Hobie, luv. Look a’cha favorite lil’ boyfriend.”

🎶👾The 21st night of September👾🎶