#hobie x y/n

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Slipping Through My Fingers

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader/ Spider-Punk x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Author's Note: Okay, I'm getting the quick sillies out of the way here 🤣 this little blurb was supposed to be some funny fluff based on a TikTok I saw, but I low key teared up writing it halfway. Most of the characters are from @the-kr8tor! I'd also like to thank @pinksugarscrub for beta reading this piece! Also, here's the link for the video that inspired this fic: https://www.tiktok.com/@armee77777/video/7484673629821668654?_r=1&_t=ZT-8uzWVGszy03

Tags: Dad!Hobie, Mom!Reader, Billie and Ramona AU, Some Explicit Language, Fluff

“Y’know, you’re gonna burn a hole through your phone if you keep staring into it.”

Your eyes flick up at the smirking Ned before your disgruntled pout deepens, earning a snicker from your long-time friend as you slide your phone back in your pocket and lean against the bubblegum pink counter. Despite the saccharine candy-themed decorations inside the bakery shop surrounding you and the punk bassist, the pastel cartoon cupcakes and unicorns cannot sweeten your sour mood.

“I can’t help it, okay?” you huff out with a petulant whine, “I’m supposed to be over at the girls’ fall recital, but I’m stuck on decorating duty while Hobie is there–”

“Maybe you should get better at playing rock-paper-scissors–”

Ned quickly dodges a smack from you with a cackle, backing away from your flurry of swipes with a shit-eating grin. “Now, now, you’re not alone in this anyway. I’m here to help you, remember? Voluntarily too. If Yuri or James were with you, you guys would definitely get distracted and forget to do everything until the last minute–”

Instantly provoked, you start to chase him around the empty service area, more of Ned’s cackles echoing against the baby blue walls. “Hey, you’re a mother now! You need to set a good example for Billie and Mona–”

“Shut up, Leeds!” you scoff with a playfully taunting smirk, eyes trained on the denim-cladded man while he attempts to juke you around a roundtable. “You can’t give me that crap when you act the same way–”

“Excuse you!” Ned sputters with an indignant glare, “I happen to be very mature, and you know it–”

“Who was the one who nearly toppled over a bounce house with Hobie at the pumpkin patch and landed on a bunch of pumpkins earlier this week?”

“...damn it, Yuri, you snitch–”

Sharp squeaks from your trainers vibrate through the checkered linoleum floor, and scraping chairs soon follow as Ned barely escapes your clutches again by a hair.

“You asshole!” you choke out another laugh while pushing a chair back into the table, “get back here–”

“Ahem.”

Both you and Ned freeze in the middle of the service room, slowly turning towards the counter where an amused elderly lady stands behind it with a pink cardboard box and a mirthful smile.

“Good afternoon,” the lady chuckles as she sets the box down on the counter. “I understand this place can bring the kid out of all of us, but do remember that this is still an eating establishment and not a playground.”

Despite the teasing in her voice, a warm smile curls up on the lady’s lips as she crosses her arms across her chest, “now, I’m assuming you two are here to pick up a cake for Brown?”

—

“God, that was fucking humiliating.”

Ned snickers behind you as he sets the cake down on the dining table. The lavender fondant and the white scrawlings of ‘Happy Birthday, Billie and Ramona!’ on top is a stark contrast to the black plastic tablecloth and orange frosted cupcakes and cookies, the Halloween-themed table only part of the greater ensemble. Green, purple and orange streamers drape along the walls of the houseboat, with homemade cutouts of bats and pumpkins plastered underneath. Hand-stitched stuffies of Billie and Ramona’s favorite monsters over the years are tucked in their respective chairs around the table, the newest additions of a vampire and ghost proudly sitting at the head of the table, patiently waiting for the guests of honor to arrive.

“It could’ve been worse,” he tries to reassure you with a cheeky grin, shrugging his shoulders as he plucks a stuffed werewolf out of its seat and plops himself onto the seat. “She could’ve just not given us the cake and trespassed us or something.”

You roll your eyes with a snort as you open the oven, wincing from the radiating heat inside, before you gingerly reach in to pull out the bubbling mac and cheese. “Shut up, Ned.”

“What? I’m just saying, it could’ve. We could’ve accidentally crashed ourselves against her display case and caused some serious property damage–”

“Please tell me you guys didn’t actually do that before.”

A sheepish grin curls up on Ned’s lips as he leans against the backrest of the chair. “You know how big James is. There could be a brick wall in front of him, and he could tackle through it like the Kool-aid Man if he wanted to–”

“Oh my god,” you try to fight off a guffaw bubbling up from your lungs as you set the mac and cheese on top of the counter, earning a smug smirk from the punk.

“He looks like the bloke too,” Ned adds on with a snicker, “with how red his face gets after a pint or two–”

“I swear, you guys are more like children than the girls,” you can’t help but choke out a few wheezes.

Ned shrugs before he pushes himself back up from his chair and crosses the room, snatching another pair of oven mitts and sliding them over his hands. “Hey, I’ll have you know we’ve become quite respectable adults. I mean, I’d never would’ve thought Yuri would be those aunties that take a shit ton of photos of kids before the twins were born, nor James be those uncles who would go to all the school events.”

He approaches the open oven and reaches in, the smell of roasted garlic and cooked meat wafting into the kitchen area as he pulls out a browned roast beef. “And look at this shit! If you told me ten years ago that I was gonna be making a fucking roast in a kitchen, I’d laugh at your face–”

More wheezes and snorts rack up your body as you lean against the counter, blinking away the beading tears in your eyes. With a victorious grin, Ned elbows the oven door closed before he approaches you.

“And don’t get me started with Hobie,” Ned snickers as he bumps his shoulder against yours. “Our baby lead guitarist is a damn father. I don’t know how you got him wrapped around your finger after all these years, but you somehow got his stubborn arse to be soft–”

“Okay, I get it, I get it,” you huff out another giggle, bumping your shoulder back to him as he sets the roast beef down. “You guys are old now–”

“Hey– I never said that–”

More laughter bounces against the wooden confines of the houseboat, your chest growing warm as your memories whir through your mind like an old-fashioned movie reel. Flashes of the mandem pop up– younger, rougher around the edges, with their own burdens weighing down their shoulders, with something to prove that they would not be beaten down by the rest of the world. Tears prick up in your eyes the more you remember, memories of the members gradually shifting closer to how they are now, growing more content with their lives– especially when the girls join in halfway, growing up along with them.

A soft tap on your cheek breaks you from your reminiscing, and you flick your eyes to a sympathetic Ned, lingering on the slight laugh lines on his face that would never be there when you first met him.

‘C’mon now, don’t get emotional on me,” he gently teases you. “Can’t have Hobie thinking I made his lovie cry–”

“Shut up, asshole,” you admonish Ned as you wipe away a stray tear. “It’s just…everything’s going so fast. We’re all grown up…”

Your eyes drift over to the party decorations and the pictures scattered across the walls, each memory proudly on display, timestamping every beautiful moment you can remember.

“The girls are growing up,” your voice softens to a teary hush. “They’ll tell me to stop making them stuffies for their birthdays at some point, huh?”

Ned’s eyes soften before he wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into a hug. “Or maybe they’ll ask you to teach them. Make their own stuffies to give to you and Hobie on your birthdays at some point–”

“Don’t actually make me cry, Leeds.”

Watery laughs bubble up your chest while Ned gently sways you side to side, tucking your head underneath his chin with a nostalgic smile of his own.

“...we did good, huh?” he whispers, his voice barely cracking. You nod in response with a sniffle before pulling away, blinking away the rest of the tears with a bittersweet smile.

A quick vibration suddenly tickles your thigh, and you quickly pull your phone out to see multiple text messages, all pictures from Yuri. The moment you unlock your screen, images of Billie and Ramona on stage pop up– Billie grinning with the knitted pumpkin sweater you made for her, and Ramona mid-singing in concentration in the green velvet dress Hobie found with her at the nearby thrift store. Tears cling to your lashes as you stare at the digital images of the girls, already making a mental note to print them out as the newest additions for your family album.

Before you can show the pictures to Ned however, another message pops up on screen– this time a video with an attached text.

Yuri: Billie wants you to have a word with Hobie and James when we get back 🤣

Brows furrowing and lips curled up into a frown, Ned looks over your shoulder as you tap on the play icon and let the video play.

You both are immediately greeted by the sight of James carrying a screaming Billie at a water spigot, the one you recognize as the one near the school gym, while Hobie scrubs Billie’s hand under running water with liquid soap with a face of anguish. Yuri’s laughter echoes in the background.

“You can’t handle the truth, Hobie!” James cackles, struggling to keep her from squirming out of his arms.

“You can’t have a boyfriend! No!” Hobie’s voice drowns out Billie’s protests, “This is not okay! Mona, get Daddy more soap!”

“What the actual fuck?” Ned sputters out a laugh, voicing out your own thoughts as you struggle to hold back your own snickers.

With a startled laugh, Billie’s voice breaks through the discord of the punks, “I admit it! I held hands with a boy–”

“OH MY GOD, SHE ADMITS IT!” James cries out with tears of laughter threatening to spill from his eyes while Hobie scrubs Billie’s hand harder with another cry of agony.

More cackles reverberate against the walls as you and Ned collapse on the counter, tears welling up in your eyes again from the absurdity of the family in your life, your heart growing even fonder of the memories made and the ones that are to come.

---

Song of the Fic:

[sukisprettyface]

should i make incorrect quotes for atsv

[keisobe]

✮. ⋆ 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 (𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧) ⋮ slightly suggestive. not-so-accurate accent for hobie. not completely proofread.

hobie tended to be touchy, not in a bad way though. that’s how he displayed his affection after all, his loyalty. whether it be draping his slender arms over the shoulders of pav and miles, or even giving a playful nudges towards gwen whenever miguel gave his weekly lectures about absolute order and his canonical philosophy (total “control freak”, hobie adds).

his physical affection ends with him coming up behind you and caressing a spindly finger over your hips. his lip piercing grazing the back of your neck— cold yet familiar.

“finally foun’ you darlin’.”

or when you’re itching for his warm touch, you simply rest your hands and head onto his knees as you sit prettily onto the carpeted floor— completely halting his tapping leg and eyeing you with curiosity.

“wha’ is it lovely?” his voice sounded silky and it rumbled deep into his chest, like a purr.

the only response you give him is simply tracing a light touch onto his open palm, following the crevices of his rough skin. hobie only smiles, he knew you too well.

“did you miss my touch tha’ badly?”

he slowly reached over towards your cheek, playfully patting the plushness of your skin, making you whine. hobie chuckles at your neediness before brushing a handful of your soft cheeks— a hushed curse slipping through his lips as he witnessed an unholy sight.

you, on your knees, leaning into his touch, your eyes never leaving his. it was driving him crazy, to the point his palms started to tingle.

what really drives him nuts is when you teasingly deny his touches. hobie has been used to you begging for his touch, his affection, but denying his advances catches him by surprise.

“wait wha…?” his words are slurred in confusion when you swatted his lingering hand away from your waist, not even sparing him a glance.

“not today love, gotta catch some anomalies.” you adjusted the watch firmly onto your wrist, pressing colored buttons that projected your target— reeking havoc as it sprinted around a dimension that’s foreign to them.

hobie kept his cool as he spun in front of you. “not even a lil’ kiss?”

a hexagon portal ejected from the settings of your spider watch, illuminating orange light onto your features that made hobie ache for you even more.

“not even a little kiss.” you stuck your tongue with a sly smile, walking into the portal with a sway to your hips. “but i’ll see you at dinner!”

before hobie can even reply, your body was engulfed by the closing portal— leaving him utterly speechless and edged in the bleak darkness. he shakes his head with a crooked smile, tucking his tingling palms into the pockets of his leather vest as he strutted back into his own dimension.

though hobie hated to admit it, his touchiness was also his biggest weakness.

MOCHIFILM © 2023. please do not copy, translate, or modify any of my work. all of my works are not permitted to be posted on any other sites.

[xstarsmvxz]

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ➬ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

Hobie brown who has your face pushed so hard into the pillow you can hardly breathe. His lengthy cock pushing deep inside you before he drags it out once again, causing a lewd squelching sound to echo throughout his apartment room. You’re gasping for air, hoarse and whiny moans leaving your plump lips as he ruts into you, grabbing a handful of hair with one hand and with the other he grabs your wide hips for support. By the time the both of you have came too many times to count, he finally pulls out of your abused cunt, watching as a rope of thick white liquid mixed with yours slowly drips out of you and onto the sweat and cum stained sheets. Your ass stays stuck up in the air, your back arched and face still pushed hard into the soft pillow as you desperately try to catch your breath. “One more time.” He mutters before grabbing your hips and roughly taking you once again.

Miguel O’hara who has you bent over a desk in the spider hq, holding your hands behind your back as he strokes your hair with his free hand, telling you - no, demanding you to be quiet. You bite your bottom lip as you try to stifle your moans, only letting out small whimpers and breathy whines as the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin can be heard around the empty office. Your stretched pussy squelches with every thrust, juices dripping down Miguel’s cock as you push your ass further onto his pelvis, arching your back as if you’re trying to tease him even further. He mutters something along the lines of “you asked for this” before he firmly grabs your waist, roughly turning you over to face him before he plunges you back onto his cock, thrusting into you as if there’s no tomorrow as he toys with your sensitive nipple between his fingers.

aged up! Miles morales who honestly has no experience, letting you guide him as you wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face into his shoulder as you loudly moan, slowly riding his huge virgin cock. He’s letting out small whimpers and breathy moans into your ear, trying his very best to suppress the noises until you tell him not to stop and begin to bounce on his dick even faster, the sound of your ass clapping against his thighs can be heard as he leans against the gaming chair, throwing his head back as he lets out a pleasured moan, egging you on even further as you chase yours and his own release.

MASTERLIST

[moralesluvr]

hiiiii can i pls request something where the reader accidentally sends hobie her lingerie pics? or her bikini pics? look at claudia tihan’s instagram pics for what i’m saying. thank you <33

OOPS, WRONG PERSON! | h. brown.

“no…doesn’t look right.” you sucked your teeth with a frown, picking apart the images you just took of yourself, clicking delete hastily with a sigh. you wanted to like the photo, but the way you were posing wasn’t really to your liking, and you were trying hard to feel confident in the brand new lingerie you had just bought.

you had went out with your girlfriends, browsing throughout the mall as you blew your recent paycheck on clothes and makeup, your knowledge of the repercussions being ignored as you swiftly swiped your card for whatever items your heart desired. it was ecstasy to you, buying things that you actually liked, and you were really starting to crack out of your comfort zone when you found a beautiful lingerie set from victoria’s secret. it was accented with pretty white trimmings, little pink ribbons on the top, the panties silky and comfortable. you purchased the set with no regrets, walking out of that mall with a dirty smile wiped on your face.

posing in front of the mirror now was your biggest challenge. every way your body turned didn’t seem to look right to you, and your frustration started to grow inside of you until an idea sparked in your head.

you dropped to your calves and sat back onto your thighs, hips twisting to the left slightly as you flipped your hair to the side, pouted into the mirror and clicking the photo button.

the picture came out adorable, so you decided to press send to one of your girlfriends so they could see how it looked on you, and that’s when your eyes widened.

sent to my brit boyfriend 🤍.

you gasped, rapidly clicking the message in an attempt to delete it.

you and your lovely boyfriend had only been together a month. it wasn’t that you weren’t comfortable with him seeing you like this, but it was all so soon, and it wasn’t even on purpose. but it was too late, your frantic tapping was deemed useless when you saw that he had read the message, and now he was typing.

he quickly typed back, and your eyes gleamed with embarrassment as you texted him.

my brit boyfriend 🤍; Love, did you mean to send that to me?

you: i’m so sorry hobie….i didn’t mean to send you that, i was trying to send it to one of my girlfriends. you can ignore it.

my brit boyfriend 🤍; You want me to ignore it? I’ll delete it if you didn’t want me to see it, it’s no problem darlin

you: no no, you can keep it if you like it…i don’t mind…i just didn’t mean to send it ugh this is embarrassing

my brit boyfriend 🤍; You look gorgeous..wasn’t gonna say nothin because I didn’t know if you wanted me to, but you look good as shit

you: ☺️ are you serious?? i just bought it & and i didn’t know if it looked nice…

my brit boyfriend 🤍; Thinkin’ it’ll look better on the floor but that’s jus my opinion

you: HOBIE.

my brit boyfriend 🤍; You asked for my opinion and I gave it to ya love, is there a problem?

you: no problem handsome… come over?

my brit boyfriend 🤍; On my way.

[slut4sugu]

— ATTRACTIVE THINGS THEY DO ! [𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜] 𝐄!𝟒𝟐 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐄!1610𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬

Including: aged up!characters, suggestiveness in Hobies, 42!Miles

Genre: Fluff/suggestive material

— 1610!MILES

Calls you princesa when hes calming you down

Miles is an absolute sweetheart and hates seeing you upset, so whenever you are he sits you down and pulls you onto his lap (not in a suggestive wayyy) and kisses your forehead, while cupping your face with both hands. A smile tugging at his lips after pulling back and feeling your arms go to wrap around his torso and rest your head on his shoulder blade. His touch immediately calming you down, and feeling slightly sleepy in his embrace. “Feel better princesa?” Your slight nod doesn’t suffice and tickles the side of your torso causing you to erupt into giggles. “Okay okay! I feel better baby.” You heart warms at the sound of his laughter as you squirmed at his attacks of tickles. “Good, now just relax I’m here for you.”

— HOBIE BROWN

Keeps eye contact with you at all times & checks you out while talking

You could be talking on and on about your day at work, so lost in retelling the events that occurred you didn’t even notice hobie checking out your breasts in the v-neck shirt you had changed into after work. Hobie wasn’t completely distracted he always listens to you, but he definetly was thinking about other things in the brief moments he stared at your boobs. “Honestly we all knew they were making out in the closet but-“ You paused, causing hobbies eyes to look up at yours as if asking why you stopped. “Babe are you listening?” He hummed in response, now his eyes locked onto yours. Which caused you to stutter occasionally while recounting the incident, which made hobie smirk. “Thought you wanted me to pay attention sweets.” You rolled your eyes, despite the slight nervousness and excitement you felt just by feeling his low gaze on you.

— 42!MILES

Keeps a hand on your upper thigh & inner while driving

You know how miles is when it comes to you, so you’ve both grown used to him touching you almost all the time. It’s comforting for you, but comfort can easily turn into something else when miles is sliding his hand more up and between your legs. Causing your already short skirt to drive up, “Baby what are you doin-“ “You want me to stop mami?” He asked, looking at you from the corner of his eye. Hesitated though you loved the feeling of his hands so close to your core. You shook your head briefly before getting an eyebrow raise from your boyfriend, causing your gaze drop to your lap, your thighs subconsciously clamping shut due to the proximity of his hand and your heat. You let out a small and soft, “No.” in response. Which led to miles teasing and stimulating you with his touch all the way to to the restaurant.

[creamecafe]

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You can't help but make fun of Hobie for the way he says things differently from London.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Hobie Brown x GN!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none just major fluff

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I high-key low-key hate this but had to write something for my little rebellion Hobie

"Wait wait so you call chips crisps?"

"Yes" Hobie sighed, rolling his eyes.

This wasn't the first time you asked about certain words in England than how it works where you live. It was fascinating how Hobie and you called things and lived differently.

"It makes sense that you call chips crisps because their crispy, but why do you call french fries chips? Their not crispy at all. They got soggy because their soft."

"I don't bloody know, I just have been used to calling that my entire life."

"Well I was raised calling them french fries and I'm gonna stick to that."

"Do you even know they were not made in France, they were made in Belgium? The dominant language of southern Belgium is French, and that's where they got the name from."

"What do you say for popsicle in England?" Holding your laughter and excitement

"Ice lolly."

"And to ask that you would like a popsicle?"

"Could I please get a ice lolly?"

You started laughing after he had said that. His accent was so funny to you

"You sound like a young boy in a school uniform from the 1930s."

"And you sound like a real bully making fun of how I say things." Hobie pretends to be upset but can't help but smile because of how cute you look when you laugh.

"But I know I can't be mad at you love." He rises a bit from the couch and kisses you on the cheek.

You turn your head and kissed him more on the lips. Hobie puts his hand up and cups your face. He then guides you down onto the couch lying you down on your back. Now the kiss was getting more heated.

But you guys had to stop to catch your breath. After Hobie pulled away from the kiss, he just smiled at you.

"Would you like to get McDonald's?"

"Yes I would like to get some chips." You smile stupidly thinking you were funny. You were it's just Hobie didn't appreciate it.

"Haha, real funny."

You chuckle at this and just spend the rest of the night eating McDonald's together still making fun of how he says things from back home London.

𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 | 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐈 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 | 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑

[vrisrezis]

Atsv characters realizing they’re in love with you

Gwens on the verge of tears, it’s the first time you’ve ever seen her like this in all the time you’ve known her. You’ve known gwen for almost your entire life, and never once have you ever seen her in such a state of affairs.

You suppose it’s reasonable, she lost Peter and she thinks she lost her father forever, the only other people she ever had. And then there’s you. Somebody she felt such deep emotions for even if she was unaware how deep they ran.

There’s so many emotions and so many thoughts running through her head, when she sees you for the first time in what feels like years.

You don’t say anything.

You stare at her, the state she’s in.

Your movements are slow and meticulous, calculated. And she wonders if you’re doing that because you’re cautious, because you’re scared of her.

“I don’t know what dad told you.” fear drips from her vocal cords, “but I promise you,” she’s desperate, wanting your touch so badly but fearing you truly saw her as a monster too, “I would never, ever, kill Peter.”

the building you’re both on, feels so much darker than it really is. It feels like she’s revealing herself to her dad for the first time all over again. She wants to cave in on herself but she fights every need to push you away because she needs you in her life.

“And believe me, I wanted to tell you! I did! I really did!” she tries desperately to explain, finally letting a tear slip out.

As soon as she let one go, it became a waterfall of tears.

“I love you.” she says, voice barely above a whisper, taking you both by surprise.

She realizes what she said, but she doesn’t dwell on it for much longer. Because she realizes, finally, what she said was true.

And now that she finally knows what it is she’s truly been feeling for you all these years, it hurts even more to look at you and not know what you could possibly think about her. She wishes she knew what was going through your head, she wishes she could just tell what you were feeling by searching your face but she just can’t find anything. She doesn’t know what you make of this. She doesn’t know if she’s going to lose you today.

“Please.” she feels her lips wobble, she knows she’s going to completely break down if you don’t say something, anything, in the next minute.

All she’s met with is more silence.

Miles knew he had a crush on you, sure. That simply made sense, it was common knowledge to anyone that wasn’t an idiot. Well, except you. But miles didn’t think you were an idiot, just maybe oblivious. It’s not like he minded, he was grateful that he liked the one, singular person in this very world that was oblivious enough to not catch onto Miles’s adoration for you.

Miles talked about you a lot, admittedly. His parents were naturally happy he had found an actual friend that wasn’t away, that wasn’t ganke, and that clearly made him so happy. In fact, Rio mentions how she’s never seen her son so happy to talk about somebody. She had teased him a few times, and although miles tried to deny it, both her and Jeff knew he liked you a little bit more than a friend should. Though, a little bit is a stretch. He liked you a LOT more than a friend should.

And man, when you finally met them. Ohhh boy.

Miles had tried to prevent it for so long, in fear his parents would embarrass him, even worse if they didn’t like you. But he had been delaying the inevitable long enough, and the time had finally came.

In the past, Rio had teased him about being in love. Of course, miles denied the fact. He had a crush sure, but love? That’s a lot, isn’t it?

But seeing you interact with his parents, getting along with them so well. Even with his dad?

He just can’t stop staring, and while normally Rio would be concerned, she simply walks over to her son with a knowing smile.

“I think Im in love.”

“I know, mijo”

Hobie had a rough day, to say the least. Being spiderpunk, spiderman, was tough. And as much as he complained about it, he was perfectly content with the way he went on living. Especially since it had given him the power to protect you, and fight for his beliefs.

But regardless it was sometimes a painful experience, being spiderman. The gash on his side wasn’t too huge, but was deep enough to cause him pain anytime he walked. Swinging around wasn’t much better.

He decided to swing by your place, since it was closer to him and while he hated the idea of bothering you while he was in this state, hated the idea of worrying you, he knew it was the best option if he wanted to get back to fighting as quick and as painless as possible.

He lets himself in through the window, as always. He walks over to your hunched over form at your desk, peeking over. “Biochem?” he asked aloud, and you, unbothered, simply nod. “Yknow you should really start locking the window sweets.” he says with a grin, and while you’d normally be annoyed by his remarks, you notice a strain in his voice that makes you look up at him.

You’re quick to stand up, “hobie! Jesus what happened to you!?” you said, ushering him into your bathroom so that you can get your first aid kit.

He sits down on the toilet, before shrugging. “Stuff..”

you’ve fixed him up before, but this was a little different. There was a change in your demeanor. It wasn’t out of this world for you to worry for him, but this felt vastly different this time around.

You were so kind, so gentle with him.

In his mind, he’s undeserving.

The warmth of your hands on him, was the only thing he could think about. Not even the pain of literally being stabbed could compare to how electrifying your touch felt.

Perhaps it was the blue led lighting in your bathroom or the loss of blood but, you looked so beautiful right now.

“I think I love you.” he whispers quietly, staring into your eyes.

Staring back, you can’t help but think you love this idiot too.

Pavitr is an idiot when it comes to romance, whether he likes to act like he’s good at it or not. He is not as smooth as he pretends to be. He realizes this anytime he tries to shoot his shot at you. He fumbles with his words and has to come up with some excuse as to why he needs to leave in that exact moment, immediately. Even pretending to flirt with his best friend, gayatri, doesn’t work. He does it so well with her, but when it comes to you he just cannot articulate his words. He finds himself totally lost.

It doesn’t take an idiot to figure out his feelings for you are strong, and that his feelings go deeper beyond friendship. You seem to be the only moron in all of mumbattan that hasn’t noticed, and he’s not sure if he’s grateful or in great agony.

One of the biggest reasons he was so obvious about how he liked you, was shown through how clingy he was. Physical affection is his love language, after all. But it goes beyond that, he always finds himself wanting to spend time with you. He even insists on walking you home even when his house is in the opposite direction, his excuse being that he wants you to get home safely despite being in broad daylight. It’s still a dangerous world out there, is his reasoning.

But it’s been so long since he last walked you home. When you were kids, he did it all the time. As you grew older, the tradition seemed to stick but as he became spiderman this occurrence became less frequent. It’s been months since he’s been able to do this.

The sun is bright, but it hits your face perfectly. And he can’t help but think you look like some ethereal god. Given his line of work, he doesn’t think it would be that weird if you were one.

He feels like he can’t breathe, and he doesn’t even realize its cause he’s way too focused on you, every little feature. Your hair, eyes, your nose, cheeks, mouth. Anything he could possibly look at on your face, he’s looking. He’s not listening to a word you’re saying, he watches your lips move but he cannot catch a damn thing. The grip he has on his bookbag becomes tighter, his face feels hot and he wants to say it’s because of the sun but he knows that’s not true. God, has your laugh always been so pleasant to the human ears? Or was that just him?

His lips move, before he even has a chance to stop the words from coming out, like word vomit.

“God I love you”

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Don't know how else to say this but Hobie looks like one of those hella skinny guys that just LOOKS HEAVY

Like he looks like if he leaned his weight on you and went limp as a joke it's inescapable because he'd be heavy as all HELL

He jumps and flops on you on the couch and suddenly he's crushing you and youre like 'Hobie get ur boney ass up I can't breathe!!!!!'

But he's just laying there chilling as if he isn't like 800 pounds

Do you know what I mean do you see it

[euaphora]

?! | twt links

MIGUEL O HARA

miguel holding you

miguel o’ hara coded

size kink with him

PETER B

him fucking you in his suit (literally)

from the back

angry sex

angry sex pt.2

HOBIE BROWN

too much

shower

suck it dry

balcony

bounce

recoil

[cosmosluckycharms]

bug like angel hcs

not an actual chapter sorry

these r not canon unless you guys want me to make them canon but like i js think these r silly

obvi if you dont like them or relate to them you are free to ignore this! this is just silly ideas

• reader accidentally says specific words or will switch to a british accent halfway through a sentence

• sometimes breaks the 4th wall because why not

• if she didnt play guitar she'd choose to play drums because of gwen 100%

• admires mile's art and sometimes attempts to draw like him (even if it turns out sloppy and chunky somehow)

• knows how to cook indian and puerto rican foods because of pavitr and mile's family

• doesnt trust gwen's dad (and wouldnt trust peni's if her dad was alive) (rip bozo)

• probably has a clothing piece from all her friends (jewlery from gwen, a sweater from hobie, ect)

• REALLY good with kids

• has gotten into fights a lot as a child

• hobie has probably had to go ahead and pretend he was her older brother to pick her up from school early

• if she wasnt neglected and didnt know her family was a group of vigilanties her fav bat-member vigilantie wouldve been nightwing

• has fangs and long nails that are grown out just so she could look like miguel

• uses dramatic clothes that look straight outta la familia peluche

• peni and damian couldve probably gotten close as buddies in another universe (not spider reader but oh well)

• HATES galas hates all the snobby rich people and their stupid cars

• didnt like christmas until she met the spider-fam

• has an eyebrow peircing because of how cool gwen looks with one

• same with a nose piercing because of hobie

• probably has a stick and poke tattoo somewhere on her body

• i cant tell if she'd love/hate/be neutral with emu reader

[xstarsmvxz]

mommy kink hobie brown,,,,,,,,,,

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 ➬ hobie brown x fem reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ➬ mommy kink duh, swearing, nipple play, unprotected! p in v, dom reader, sub hobie, idk what else.

The unholy sounds of skin clapping on skin and wet squelching can be heard echoing throughout the dark room as well as Hobie’s soft groans of pleasure. Your thighs are wrapped rightly around his waist as you bounce yourself up and down on him, your slick dripping down and creating a ring around the base of his cock as your moans blend together.

His hands instinctively reach up to grope your breasts, his fingertips just barely touching your nipples before you smack his hand away. He goes to reach up again, confused as to why you smacked him away until you grab his wrists, stopping your bouncing as you stare into his deep brown eyes.

“No.”

Your stern voice comes out as you let go of his wrists, placing your hands on his bare chest for leverage as you get started once again. Hobie looks up at you, brows furrowed before he lets out a barely audible whimper as you begin to drag your tight cunt up and down his length again.

His eyes screw shut for a moment as he grips the sheets, his cock overstimulated and pulsing inside of you as he wishes he was touching your body. His eyes slowly open only to see your own hands squeezing your breasts, your fingers rubbing over your sensitive nipples as you let out loud moans, throwing your head back.

Hobie let’s out a loud groan at the sight, feeling his dick twitch in side of you as he gets nearer and nearer to his release. “F-uck!” He continues to stare at your breasts as you play with them, pinching your own nipples between your fingers as you continue to ride him.

“Please- please let me touch you..” his desperate voice comes out as you look at his flushed face, his brows furrowed and teeth chewing in his lip piercing as he watches you. “Beg.” You continue to play with your boobs, taunting him as he continues to stare at them.

“Please! Please mommy..” He groans out, not used to this side of you. He likes- no, loves it though, loves the way you’re forcing him to beg to touch you, loves the way your own fingers pinch your nipples, loves the way your edging him with your warm, wet cunt.

“Please mommy what?” You ask, smirking as you wait for him to finish his sentence, watching his face scrunch up with pleasure as your pussy clenches around him.

“Please mommy, let me touch you! I wanna touch you..”

His desperate, hoarse voice melts your heart and eventually you give in, grabbing his hands and guiding them to your breasts as he begins to fondle with them, playing with your sore nipples, giving them gentle flicks as you moan. You clench around him, feeling that knot inside you begin to loosen.

“Hobie… cum with me.” You feel his dick pulse inside of you ask your bounces get faster, more needy and messy as you chase your orgasm. Breathy moans leave your throat as he rolls your bubbles between his finger tips, tipping you over the edge. “Hobes! Cumming c-cumming!!”

“Me too, mommy…. Me too” Hobie’s hoarse voice comes out as he lets out a guttural moan, filling you up with his warm, thick load. Your body convulses as your orgasm washes over you, legs shaking as you place your hands over Hobie’s, stopping his assault on your nipples.

The two of you soon come down from your highs, his cock still buried deep inside of your cunt as loud breaths and small whimpers fill the room before you collapse onto him, burying your tired, sweaty face in the crook of his neck. “Fuck Hobie…”

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

[pinksugarscrub]

Love Language

Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Just imagine Hobie who’s love language seems to be actions/gifts and a r with words of affirmation?

Word count: 182

Warning(s): none

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Pet names aren’t really something Hobie thinks of on a daily basis. The most common endearment he’ll use is love and he feels that’s enough to fully convey how he feels about you. Even that took a bit of time.

It’s not like Hobie doesn’t absolutely adore you. It’s just that he’s always lived by the idea that actions speak louder than words. Though now that your relationship is blossoming he’s finding it hard not to feel overwhelmed.

Yeah he knew you were a bit of a chatterbox but how many more times are you going to shower him in kisses while telling him he’s the epitome of gorgeous? His heart can’t take much more!

“Lovie-” Hobie mumbles. Cheeks hot as he feels your lips press again and again to his cheek.

“Yeah?” You answer innocently. Moving your face away to admire him with that soft look you can never seem to hide. Miles is apparently always on the verge of hurling everytime he sees you. Honestly, you think he’s just jealous.

“Hold on- have I ever told you how pretty you look?”

Hobie groans as his face grows darker.

[slut4sugu]

while y’all are waiting on the next part I’d thought I’d give y’all a lil treat <3

he’s the type to despite being rough and a little mean during it to immediately turn that switch off and check up on you. Pressing kisses to you cheek, knuckles, chest, and lips. Not kisses of list but ones of love, he does this for a good 3 minutes before leaving to clean you up and change you into some comfy clothes. If you somehow have energy after that you both listen to rnb and just talk about how your week was. “You were loud tonight do you wanna get a noise compliant from ur dumbass neighbors?” Lightly smacking his chest you sucked your teeth, “I told you I was sensitive asshole.” “Yet you didn’t say the safe word.” “Im not saying pineapple while ur eating me out like a savage.” He burst out laughing before kissing you again, saying “I know you wouldn’t.” In between kisses, “how-mm would you know that dummy.” “Because you kept moaning my name like a little slut.” He teased, his eyes staring into yours as he said this butterflies began to swarm in your stomach, “your gonna be the reason we do get a noise complaint cuz you say shit like that.” You say faking annoyance as you bury your face into the crook of his neck, and getting comfortable in his hold. “Don’t act like you don’t love it” “I will kick u out this bed.” “Not with those weak ass legs, I bet you can’t even stand. And if you can I’ll fix that.” “Ohh my god I hate your freaky ass.”

GOJO, katsuki, tsukishima, HAWKS, suna, hobie brown, suguru, choso, all your favs <33

[messylustt]

thinking about best friend?hobie who always has an arm looped around your neck, putting his whole body weight against your side until you’re forced to shove him off you. but he’d manage to tug you back by a grip to your clothes, his chin now resting against your shoulder, your back partially pressed against his front, as you’d chuckle, muttering “hobie, get off me”. he would choose not to hear you as his calloused fingers would move to play with hair. friendship pda would describe you both — just hobie — rather well. his sly touches he claims as ‘friendly’. it’s normal for a friend to kiss a friend on the neck. it’s normal for a friend to have you sit between his legs. all things normal, that are in fact far from it. that guy who had asked you out, suddenly can’t make it? hobie shrugs it off, saying what a dick he is, while simultaneously linking your fingers with his. he needs you close, especially after a hard mission. you’re his friend, you should kiss his cuts better. that’s what friends do. and if his hands begins to slip down to your inner thigh, your brows shouldn’t furrow like that, he’s a friend comforting you. and shh, yes his hand is moving lower, and yes he’s now leaving marks on your neck. marks everyone else can see. but no he doesn’t have a crush, and neither do you. you’re just best friends. and there’s nothing wrong with hobie’s touches. there’s nothing wrong with his lingering gazes. your best friend hobie. your close friend. don’t pay mind to labels even as his lips are nearing yours…

[rockstvrdotcom]

!! // imagine hobie being like the biggest tease ever??? hello??

“c’mon, sweets, you got it.” he purrs into your ear as your fingers plunge in and out of your hole, your arousal coating your fingers. you lay on top of him, your other hand intertwined with his. his free hand toyed with your nipples, rubbing them between his thumb and index finger.

“fuck- hobie,” you cried out, “i’m cumming— let me cum please, i’ll be good i promise” you said in between sobs, the pace of your fingers picking up. he cracks a smile, chuckling.

“hm, what a needy little thing. sorry, love.” he sighed mockingly, gripping your wrist to prevent you from pleasing yourself any further. he planted gentle kisses on the streaks that were left down your cheeks from the tears that flowed out of your eyes.

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hobies such a cutie