I Need Him Bad - Blog Posts

not to be horny on main, but thinking about the height difference between hobie and his s/o and how he likes teasing them whenever, be it in public w/ him putting his head in theirs, wrapping his arms around their waist, getting things for them… and also ofc, pulling them onto his lap, trapping their hands with one of his, dwarfing them in pretty much every position, hobie using it to his as advantage when getting frisk in a wall…

i am so delusional for this man!!!

─ : 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

★ cw: smutty themes, explicit phases, size kink.

★ notes: thinking thoughts...

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 loves hugging you, he loves to smother your face into his chest absolutely crushing you, you whine about it but he knows otherwise. He can trap you within his arms for as long as he wants and you cannot get out because of his spidy strength. He’ll trap you there and place kisses everywhere on your face just cause he likes to make you giggle. 

He loves to pin your hands above your head and suck hickies all over your neck, using his strength as an advantage once again. When he’s balls deep inside you, he often does the same thing, imprisoning your hands in between his while pounding hard and fast into your tiny pussy. He laughs at your pathetic attempts in trying to free your hands. 

During spider society meetings he’ll keep one hand secured tightly around your waist, squeezing your hip every now and then. 

He’s the kind of person who likes to have eye contact while talking, he’ll hook one finger under your chin and tilt your head up, making sure you look at him properly while he speaks, of course, he knows how flustered this makes you and he enjoys every second of it. “Look at me while I speak, babe.” 

While he’s practicing a new song on his guitar, he likes to have you sit on his lap, sometimes even letting you play, his voice low and raspy against your ear, while his veiny hands guide you to the right string. This usually ends with him thrusting his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt.

IT KILLS ME HOW PRETTY HE IS OH MY GOD 😭 😭 😭 😭 (screenshots not mine)

caleb has a habit of tilting his head down when you're talking to him, especially when you're standing close. it's not dramatic, just enough to catch your gaze, brows slightly raised like he’s listening to you and only you.

it's the kind of look that makes you forget what you were saying for a second.

the worst part? he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. he'll lean an elbow on a table or rest a hand against a doorframe, letting his height naturally create that downward angle: eyes low-lidded, mouth relaxed, totally unbothered. and you'll just stare, cheeks heating up, heartbeat skipping.

and when he does know?

he tilts a little more, lowers his voice, and murmurs, “you were saying?”

yeah. he knows.

Art’s such a mess when he jerks off, like he’s ashamed but can’t stop himself. He’s curled up in his bed late at night, one hand down his boxers, the other gripping his pillow like he’s imagining it’s you. His shirt’s pushed up to his chest, thighs twitching as he ruts into his own fist, breath all shaky and wet. He moans into the sheets, trying to muffle it, but he still lets the need slip out—“please… fuck, please, need it… need you…”

He talks to no one, like you're there watching, like you’d laugh at him for being so desperate. He gets off on the humiliation—imagining you calling him needy, perverted, your voice in his head while he begs just to finish. “would be so good for you, promise… wanna be used, wanna be yours…”

His face is flushed, lips slick from sucking on his fingers, and when he finally comes, it’s messy and weak, like his whole body gives out. He keeps stroking even after, whimpering through the overstimulation, already aching for more. He’s addicted to the thought of you, to the way it makes him feel small and ruined. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.