#spider punk x black reader

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He’s Not Actually That Cool - Hobie Brown x Black!Reader

Based off of this post

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Imagine Hobie, the undeniably coolest person in the Spider Society, is a virgin nerd with a big dick

Tags: Hobie is a pathetic virgin loser, 18+, a lil smut, Oral (m receiving)

"How are you even cooler under your mask?"

"I was this cool the whole time."

A scoff behind the both of them. It's you shaking your head in your mask.

Hobie smirks at you. "Something funny there, love?" You don't say anything, just pretending you don't hear him and looking away innocently.

Hobie was the reason you were a part of the Spider Society. He and Miguel had captured the anomaly in your own universe with your help, of course. You knew Hobie had immediately took a liking to you what with the way he stared at you through his mask when he first laid eyes on you, frozen in place, color palette pink.

You liked him the moment he ripped his mask off when it was all said and done. He looked real good with his wicks, his sharp facial structure, wide-set nose and even larger lips. You actually believed him when he said he was briefly a runway model, emphasis on the briefly.

He invited you to join them and pulled you into the portal before Miguel could even say anything. You two have been inseparable ever since.

As you met more people, they all told you of their opinion of the man who seemed to be your best friend. Everyone says the same thing, that he's effortlessly cool and it makes him a little obnoxious. It always made you tilt your head.

You've seen the anime action figures in his room ranging anywhere from Naruto to Tokyo Ghoul.

"Oi, don't touch my things. You're the only person I trust to let in here, don't ruin it."

He's talked your ear off about the intricate lore of FNAF (he HATES MatPat btw)

You've groaned at how many times you've heard the name 'Afton' leave his mouth.

"So the place shut down again after the victim lost their entire frontal lobe"

"And that's the bite of '83, right?"

"No, that's the bite of '87. Thought I told you about '83?"

He probably did but he talked about it so damn much that you forgot. "It's cool, I'll tell you. So the bite of '83..."

This man is a fucking nerd but the BIGGEST misconception everyone has is that he's probably great at sex.

He has a reputation of "running through" everyone who wants him at the society...and yet no one has actually done anything with him. Everyone whispers about it, but no one has ever come out and admitted to having sex with him.

He's without a doubt your closest friend, so you asked him about it while you were chilling at his, watching him strum his guitar.

"So I heard you been running through the Spider Society like a tomb raider."

He cackled, "Yeah, that's what they all believe, innit?"

"It's not true?"

He shook his head. "I haven't got bottle, luv. Don't know what the bloody hell I'm doing."

"Oh really?"

He stopped strumming to look up at you, his smirk falling upon seeing your sultry and mischievous face. He grew a bit nervous, but was more excited if anything.

"What's that look about?"

"Would you like someone to teach you?"

He dropped his pick from how badly he was shaking. Hobie gulped and slowly nodded his head. You walked over to him and slowly lifted his guitar off his body, then pushing him back into the couch and sitting on top of him.

That's how this current make-out session started with you doing most of the work, taking off yours and his clothes feverously.

Hobie just sat back and let you do whatever you wanted. He especially loved watching you strip down to your underwear, blood shooting to his dick as soon as he watched your breasts bounce out of your shirt. He watched you pull your panties off of you leaving you completely naked and him only in his boxers.

He shifted in the couch to relieve some tension. You giggled at his starstruck face.

"You good?" You asked him. He nodded. "Do you need me to pull it out for you?" He nodded again.

You laughed, but was quickly shut up by his long, curved shaft slapping back onto his stomach. His underwear did him no justice, nothing could have prepared you for this.

He shyly looked away and bit his lip, not wanting to admit that he liked the way you gazed at it. It fueled his ego, but he didn't know how to tell you without stuttering.

He was actually shaking pretty bad, and it worried you. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah...I just..." he gulped and looked back down, his dick jumping upon looking into your eyes. Just like his, yours were a deep brown. Your eyes were furrowed in concern, and your full lips were parted. His breathing got deeper.

"You really want to have sex? With me?"

You deadpanned him, then leaned your head down to his base. Hobie gasped when you stuck your tongue out and licked all the way to his tips. Your played with it for a couple seconds, leaving him a shuddering mess. His precum leaked from it and you licked it all up reveling in the salty taste.

"O-oh..." he moaned when you grasped it gently and began to pump. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, so glad that he didn't have to imagine it was your hand beating his dick. He humped into it a little, and he looked so sexy crunching his abs that you couldn't help but to enclose your mouth over him.

"Oh, fuck," he exclaimed. He threw his head back up and gazed upon your form. You were giving him the sloppiest top he had ever seen, (he only watched BJ and missionary porn and you were much better than those girls)

God, he couldn't wait to get you under him and hump into you like's he's thought about for so long. He's used his hand, his pillow, he even looked up how to make his own flesh light because he would never be able to hide a real one from you. It was gross but fuck, how else was he supposed to get his rocks off? If he didn't do any of those things, he would have no control around you.

"Fuck, babe. Please keep going~" Hobie was drooling - actually drooling - out the side of his mouth. He panted and clenched his hands. You had to reach out and move them to your hair.

The poor thing panicked, he had no idea what you wanted him to do. He gently pet your small afro, more concerned that he was close to cumming down your throat.

You stopped and popped him out of your mouth, laughing a little at how cute he was.

You didn't notice how stressed he looked, him sitting up a little more in the chair. "Ngh, wait, no-" he whispered.

His dick bounces with each spray of his cum with him letting out a string of moans and curses as it lands on his stomach and chest. "Ffff...uh...uck..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," you say, watching his fucked-out face. His head bounces with each deep breath he took.

"Why...did you...stop?" he asked in between pants.

"Why did you pat my head?" you asked, standing up, begrudgingly putting your clothes back on despite the ache between your legs.

"What was I supposed to do?" Hobie stares at your ass lustfully, feeling the blood rush back into his dick from how it moved.

"You were supposed to grab my hair and choke me with your dick, baby."

He gulps not being able to take his eyes off of you. "Oh."

You turned after putting your panties back on and froze. His dick was standing straight up again, the head glistening with thick white liquid. He stared at you embarrassingly, hoping that you would just come back over and kiss it.

"You could have said something before I started putting my shit back on."

"Sorry," he said, not being able to contain his excitement when you walked back over to him. His smile went away when you instead hovered yourself over his lap. His cum was still on his stomach and his dick. "W-Wait-"

"Yeah?" You whispered sensually, grabbing him again and pulling your panties to the side to line him up with you.

"I'm still-, I still have-, Is this okay?"

"I'm on the pill."

He starts getting nervous again, but he doesn't know why.

"You scared?" She asks.

He looks at her and rests his hand on her hip. "I don't want to hurt you. Or make you uncomfortable."

You giggled again. "I promise you I'll be fine."

"But, I still got my cum on me, babe."

"I know." You leans over to his ear and lick it. He shivers. "Isn't that so nasty?"

Hobie moaned as you begin to sink yourself onto him. You moan too, Hobie splitting you like you never imagined.

"You really want to shag a virgin?" He finally asked her, his voice wavering.

She rolled her eyes and sighed in frustration. "Virginity is a social construct. Don't be ashamed. Now shut the fuck up."

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[katsumox]

oh....... nun j thinking about ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE.

ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE who can't tour without you. You're his lucky charm, and he says his shows are "utter shite" without you. The two of you have a routine, 3 kisses, one on his throat, the second for his nose, and the last for his lips. He doesn't say so, but he expects his 3 kisses for every show.

ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE who always wraps a ringed hand around your jaw when you kiss him, holding you steady. He slips off one of your own rings to put it on a silver chain he wears around his neck and rarely takes off. He says it's another lucky charm of his.

ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE who plays riffs for you and writes lyricless love songs for you. His riffs border on apocalyptic with how angelic they can sound, when he plays songs that remind him of you, like neo soul and rnb.

ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE who teaches you guitar as you're seated in his lap, his lengthy arms hanging over yours as he moves your hands along the frets. He gives you soft songs of praise as you play, saying things like "Doin' so good, sweet ting you are," and "That's it, my girl, keep on it," even if you're shit at it.

ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE who lets you wear his punk jewelry, despite it not matching your current aesthetic at all. Hobie loves the fact that the jewelry is so clearly his, because it tangibly ties the two of you together.

ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE who cant keep his hands off you. Whether it’s linking pinkies, his hands wrapped around his waist, or his hand in your back pocket, he needs to be touching you. He’s all teasing touches and soft smirks, no matter who’s around to see you two.

ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE who naps with you backstage before shows. His hands are holding you tight to him as he snoozes, occasionally shuffling his shoulders to get more comfortable. Hobie doesn’t do labels, but his band can totally tell that y’all go together. Real bad.

no thoughts. just ROCKSTARBF!HOBIE.

[tiathecreator]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ so american ( hobie brown ) !

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎.𖥔 ݁ ˖✎ᝰ synopsis — " he laughs at all my jokes and he says i'm so american. " blk reader.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟcontains — ooc (?) hobie, fluff, swearing, atsv!hobie brown, hobie is taller than you no matter what, very very slight.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ tia speaks — because nobody told olivia to write such a cute song like my goodness. i love this song so bad ( almost as bad as i love accented men ) so i had to write a piece inspired by it ! i am also using this to be a complete feminism nerd and i almost wrote something similar with another olivia song lol. i totally recommend reading this whilst listening to 'so american' by olivia rodrigo !! happy reading !

despite his punk exterior, hobie is the best boyfriend you've ever had.

you'd first met hobie when you were selected to speak at a diversity conference in london. you were studying abroad in the middle of your second year of university, using the excuse of 'furthering your education' to read authentic european literature and cross of some of your bucket list. he was doing his usual routine when he swung by a billboard advertising the conference. he decided to check it, never one to shy away from social politic discourse. he stopped by a few panels, taking a liking to the minority in leadership panel, before stopping by the gender and intersectionality panel.

hobie's eyebrows rose as he watched you prepare yourself for your own presentation. you were dressed in business professional with the best shaped afro hobie had ever seen. his pulse quickened as you sent the moderator a ready smile before you began speaking.

and you were so american.

your charisma was enchanting, gracefully demanding the attention of the room. you engaged with the audience as you presented, throwing in small jokes here and there to keep the crowded attentive. he even imagined your expression becoming the slightest bit bashful as he caught your eye. you ended your presentation with another dazzling smile and an adorable tilt of your head at the sound of the applause filling the room.

he was even more impressed with your ability to answers questions on the fly. it was as if you thought of every possible questions and came up with perfectly calculated answers for each of them.

"i have a question for y/n. you mentioned white feminism and black feminism as two separate movements due to the lack of inclusion of marginalized women and their concerns. does that mean that you believe that white women are inherently racist?" a commentator asked. a furrow found its way in between your brow before you answered.

"no, i called it uninclusive because i meant it did not include the needs of women who were not upper class, able, educated, white women. black feminism can include women who are not black as it's an umbrella term of sorts. it serves to uplift and represent the underrepresented and unite all feminists, not imply that all white women are racist because of one social group. there are some wonderful white women who can acknowledge their privilege and use it to uplift us all as a united front rather than living in their individual comfortability. thank you for your question."

after your panel concluded, hobie found himself searching for you in the crowd of spectators. he eventually found you holding a bouquet of flowers from the moderator as you put away your things. he casually made his way to you, slipping through the ocean of bodies before standing behind you.

"would've gotten flowers if i had known someone as smart as you would be presenting here. however, i doubt i'd be able to find anything as beautiful as you, ms. america," he charmed, immediately gaining your attention as you turned to him.

"i take it that you liked my presentation," you mused, smiling up at the man before you.

"liked it so much that i'd like to hear it again. maybe over a meal some time, yeah?"

your cheeks stung from how wide you smiled as you punched your number into his phone, telling him to text you the details.

you guys hit it off as your personalities, morals, and routines meshed almost perfectly. you finished your educational responsibilities around the same time he finished his internship, leaving the two of you with enough time to see each other at least three times a week, excluding your weekend.

he's so attentive as he remembers everything about you, including things that you mentioned offhandedly. you'll expect him to pay it no mind until he says or does something that showed you that he was in fact listening to your every word.

and he's so soft with you. underneath your boyfriend's unapproachable persona was a man who was putty in your hands. he melts into your embrace, hands gently cupping your face as he laid a breathless kiss on your lips. he was always touching you when he was in your presence. he usually opted for the casual arm hooked across your front as he rested his chin on your shoulder. it was the perfect height for you to whisper all of your jokes into his ear, ensuring that he didn't miss the chance to indulge in your humor.

you actually guessed that he was the esteemed spider-punk after having rescued you from a mid-evening robbery. you noticed the stature of the hero looked familiar as you watched him swing through the air.

"what happened here?" you asked him one lazy morning, pointing to the bruise forming on his shoulder.

"i slipped in the shower," he mumbled, pulling you closer to him as he tried to go back to sleep.

"are you sure it had nothing to do with that pole the news showed you being flung into?" you mused.

"how'd you figure?" he asked, eyes now open as he looked down at you with a tired grin.

"what kind of girlfriend would i be if i didn't know my boyfriend when i saw him?" you replied, planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "plus i’ve tripped over your beat up sneakers enough times to recognize them."

"sneakers," he said, copying your accent. he let out an amused gruff after you painlessly slapped his arm. "you're such an american."

he made the effort to join you for your public demonstrations, only stepping in when someone got mouthed off at you too much for his liking, knowing that you could hold your own but preferring if you didn't have to. he read all of your favorite books as well as any pieces that you mentioned to him. he participates in most of your hobbies, even picking up a few and calling them his own.

he even calls your mom, asking her how she had been since the last time he had the chance to ask. she was more excited to see him the first time you visited since meeting him. she tried to treat him as a guest, but he was set on helping her around the house, taking care of any odd problems she had.

you might just have to marry him if he keeps this shit up.

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[romiantic]

IHEARTY/N is live!

IHEARTY/N is live!, atsv characters with a partner who is a twitch streamer !

→ INCLUDING miles, hobie, miguel, gwen

→ READING: streamer!black!reader

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff

→ A/N: everyone is a feen in miguel’s part, protect your man miguel lovers 🤞🏽

𖦹 ₊˚. MILES MORALES

— miles is either badly awkward or hilariously corny when you’re streaming. okay, the first few times miles was near the camera, he was a nervous wreck, but now he’s gotten comfortable greeting your supporters with a simple ‘sup’ or some corny physics joke

— whenever miles is over at your place while you’re streaming, he’s usually drawing in his notebook or vibing out to some music while lying on your bed. from time to time, he does sit next to you while you’re streaming. whenever he’s there, he’s reading the comments, joining you on whatever game you’re playing, or laying his head on your shoulder watching you. sometimes he’ll end up sleeping and fall into your lap, getting drool over you. not cool morales, not cool

— for some odd reason, he immediately joins you when you're playing sims 4, probably cause he built a family of you and him on his game

— if he isn’t playing video games with you, miles is willing to be your lil assistant by playing music on your tv or grabbing snacks that both of you can share. he was even kind enough to make a playlist for your streams so you wouldn’t have to worry much about entertainment

— your viewers find both of you so adorable and are always making comments on what a cute couple you guys are. sometimes your younger viewers would joke about stealing miles from you but it doesn't phase you. when miles see comments like those, he laughs and plays along sometimes

𖦹 ₊˚. HOBIE BROWN

— “coincidentally” (it's not) hobie is always at your house whenever you’re going to stream. it's like this dude has a calendar of your streaming days and always pops up on those days. when you called him out, he says it’s a coincidence and immediately show his face to the camera

— as much as hobie is a chill ass boyfriend, he does tease you, and your streamers, from time to time. especially when you’re streaming, all of a sudden he wants to pull out his guitar and show off or start “randomly” complimenting how you look. sometimes you tone it down but he’ll mention how the viewers loveeee his flirtation, he can’t turn it down.

— sometimes hobie is a little bit more touchy on camera, but that genuinely depends on his mood. some days he’ll wanna brag that he’s dating y/n and shower you with kisses on camera, and other days, he’ll chill on your bed practicing music. if he does feel more affectionate than usual, he’s teasing skills enhance by ten and that man is flirting heavy

— if he isn’t practicing music, he’s watching you enjoy your game and sometimes ask to join. he does love seeing how intense you can get when playing your favorite games or how funny you react to youtube videos. but most of the time, he’ll chill in your room and just say the most off the wall things to entertain your viewers. half the time it’s him embarrassing you…

𖦹 ₊˚. MIGUEL O’HARA

— not gonna lie, this man HATES being around when you stream. he doesn’t mind you streaming since you love it but the effects of it? oh goodness, this man tries to avoid it at all cost. on a rare occasion miguel shows his face to the camera but don’t expect it to be like once a month

— every time you start streaming, you and the viewers joke if the chat is gonna see miguel fine ass or will they have to beg and cry to see him. newsflash, they won’t! but your chat is so down bad for miguel, it scares him sometimes. they’ll make comments about his body build or his ass, though some of the comments do get out of hand and you end up having to ban those viewers

— the first time miguel showed his face, the chat was so. out of. POCKET. they were going crazy and you almost regret showing your bf to the world. the comments were so unhinged and by the end of that, this man was trending on social media and edits of him were posted left and right

— on a rare occasion, miguel will play some games with you, but not for the entire stream. he’ll only play games that he’s familiar with and no, he won’t play cooking mama with you *eye roll*. though that man get very aggressive while gaming

— while gaming, he will nag you a bit to stop slouching and getting you to close to the screen, but it’s out of love <3

𖦹 ₊˚. GWEN STACY

— gwen loves loves loves streaming with you! she’s always excited to pop up at your house and do nothing but play video games for hours. like the day you told her that you’re a streamer, her face lit up immediately and asked if she could join you. at first she was nervous to be on camera but slowly calmed down as you guys were doing bad at the game, the Quarry. plus, your viewers were quite enjoying some y/n & gwen content

— she’ll sometimes bring her older games and consoles for you to play on the stream, like her nintendo 3ds or ps2. your viewers become excited when gwen shows the games to the camera, they love the nostalgic feeling and love it when you look somewhat puzzled when playing the games. if it’s not gta, you gonna be sitting there with question marks above your head. don’t worry, gwen will teach you :)

— not all the time gwen joins your streams, she can get camera shy and sometimes she’ll have band practice or “school stuff” to do. also, on days where she’s not feeling too well, but still wants to hang out with you, she’ll wait in your living room and binge watch whatever’s good. sometimes she’ll comment on the stream with multiple smiling emojis

— I see gwen as an expert gamer herself, it’s like a safe space for her. so she definitely knows how to take care of herself while gaming hours and shares those tips with you. if you’re distracted by your game for too long, she’ll remind you to take a quick stretch or drink some water. she’ll even have small snacks next to her so you won’t get hungry

⭑ these were so fun to make AAAAAAAAH !! my fav parts to write were hobie + gwen :). lowkey might make a part 2 !!

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐃 💗: Philippians 4:6!

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Quiet As a Mouse, Loud As a Lion

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Summary: (based on a request from @a-kind-pandemic-disaster) You’ve had a stutter for as long as you could talk, and unfortunately people aren’t always kind about it. Luckily there happens to be someone who’s an exception to that rule.

Word Count: about 1100

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Black!reader, Hobie Brown x Black!reader

Warnings: none, aside from people being rude about reader’s stutter, reader has spider-powers and a specific code name in Hobie’s section

Request: here

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Hobie Brown

Joining the Spider Society was one of the biggest moments of your life, right after becoming the Phantom Spider

It changed your life in many ways, but there were some things that never left

Namely your stutter

At this point in your life you understood that it wasn’t your fault and it didn’t make you any less of a person, but still it left you shying away from interactions

And sometimes it only took one bad comment to ruin your day

Like the first time you went to the Spider Society’s headquarters

You were already overwhelmed at the sheer volume of all the people there, and the prospect of introducing yourself only made things worse

So when you opened your mouth to say, “Hi-hi, I-I’m Phantom Spi-Spider!”

And the response was, “What kind of Spider-Man has a stutter?”

It was just the last push needed to send you into a spiral of anxiety

But before you could be completely consumed in stress, someone stepped in to help

A hand slapped down on your shoulder and a raspy voice, said, “Oi, oi, what’s goin’ over here? She don’t believe in consistency and neither do I!”

It was so out of the blue, it snapped you completely out of your funk

You came to know him as Hobie Brown, and he would become another big change in your life

When people talked over you, he was the one to speak up for you: “Think Phantom had somethin’ to say. Maybe dial down the wanker act, yeah?”

When you stumbled on your words, he was always willing to wait: “Take your time love, I’ve got all day to listen.”

It seemed inevitable that you would fall head over heels with him

It was actually kind of embarrassing how fast it happened — which is why you decided to stay silent about it

That is until Miles Morales showed up

It was no secret that Hobie didn’t agree with how the Spider Society did things, and you were right along with him

Spider-Man was supposed to be kind above all else, and there was nothing kind about this group

When Gwen Stacy went about setting up her rebellion, you and Hobie were right beside her

As everyone geared up to find Miles, you pulled Hobie aside

“Hey-hey, I’ve go-got something import-portant to say.”

“You got a crush on me? Yea, I already know.”

You just gawked

Turns out you weren’t as subtle about your feelings as you thought you were

You wanted the ground to just swallow you up, but Hobie does he always does and snapped you out of it

“C’mon, we can have a date once we’re done punchin-up O’Hara.”

He kissed you on the cheek and walked over to the portal, with a look on his face that said “you coming with?”

You took his hand wordlessly, and you walked through as a couple

Eddie Munson

You were used to living your life as a wallflower, on account of your condition

Years of speech therapy had amounted to nothing and now you were coming up on your senior year, with a stutter just as strong as ever

You knew having a stutter meant nothing, that it was just the way you talked, but it still didn’t do wonders for your self esteem when people made fun of you for it

You had resigned yourself to being a social outcast for the remainder of high school, with only the hope that adult life would be somewhat kinder to you

Your first day at Hawkins High started out on a high note (at least by your standards)

You managed to get by without having to introduce yourself, and no one ever called you to answer questions

But once time came along you were left with a dilemma; where do you sit?

Even if no one was looking at you, you knew everyone was waiting to see what clique you would align yourself with

You decided to sit at an empty table but then your eyes were drawn towards a table just a few feet from yours

It was full of boys all wearing the same “Hellfire Club” T-shirt, but the one that caught your eye was the one boy with long hair and silver rings on his fingers

As you watched him jump animatedly around the table, he suddenly turned and looked at you

He winked, and your cheeks warmed

You learned his name was Eddie Munson after overhearing it from some classmates

You didn’t know it yet, but this would become the start of something special

For the next month things would continue like this, a series of flirty almost interactions and you being caught off guard every time

It was torture because it seemed to come to him so easily, and you could never work up the courage to say anything to him

But what was even more torture was when your English teacher decided to partner you up with Eddie

Some boy — one of the wannabe cool kids you think — piped up, “Looks like you’re stuck with the Freak, huh?”

“Um, I-I wouldn’t ca-call him that, e-exactly.” You mutter in response, not loud enough that anyone but you would hear

Then Eddie threw an arm around your shoulder (and made your face hotter than an August afternoon)

“What would you call me then?” He said with a sly smile. Turns out someone did hear you

You couldn’t even form words after that

Thankfully he finally had mercy on you when the bell went off, which you gratefully took to flee to your locker

It was the end of the day, so you might have been able to get home without losing your composure again

But you should have known it wouldn’t be that easy, because when everyone had left Eddie stopped by your locker

“So any particular reason you don’t wanna talk to me?”

You knew this conversation had to happen one day, but you had somehow managed to trick yourself into thinking you could get by with your head down

You could try to lie your way out of it, but you’re not stupid enough to try it and Eddie’s not stupid enough to believe it

“I-I do wan-want to-to talk, but peo-people aren’t al-always nice,” you said quietly.

“Oh.” Suddenly something about the way he carried himself changed

It wasn’t like he had grown overbearing, but more like he was more open now

“I do-don’t mind talking-king to-to you a-actually. Y-you ma-make things a-a lit-litle easier to-to deal wi-with.”

“Mind if make it even easier then? Friday at seven?”

“I’d lo-love to.” And the rest as they say is history

A/N: Finally got this done after it sat in my inbox for almost a year! I'm so proud of myself for finally pulling out of my writing slump🎉🎉🎉 Writing this out meant a lot to me, because I have a sister who stutters, and is struggling to be outgoing because of it, so it really means a lot to me.

[not-a-robot-i-swear-really]

OK so I was listening to TV girls album who really cares while drawing our favorite black punk and that made me think when the song heaven is a bedroom came on I just immediately thought of them so could you please write a song fic

A/N: Thanks for the request! I’ve never written a songfic before, so I enjoyed getting to stretch my writing muscles with this one. Also, the lyrics are not in chronological order, I just added them according to how they fit the fic, lol

I have no idea what time period Hobie’s universe is set in, but for the sake of this fic and all future ones I’ll say it’s the 80s. Also, this takes place early on in his time as Spider-Punk, so he might be OOC.

Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: about 2k

Warnings: No y/n for this one, implied sexual content but nothing explicit, Hobie smokes some weed but reader doesn't

I confess to thinking sex was my salvation

When really they just start with the letter 'S'

You'll forgive me for thinking heaven was her bedroom

It's as close as I would ever get

Hobie Brown didn’t think he was going to heaven. He didn’t believe in it anyway; he always thought the bible was just a distraction, a cudgel for the upper class to keep people praying for more instead of fighting for more.

But if there was ever a place that felt like heaven, it was here, in your bedroom.

He took a deep breath and blew it out, the smell of the weed he brought mingling with the high-class perfume you wore. Beside him, you stirred from your half-asleep state and lazily dragged a hand down his bare chest. You looked up at him through thick eyelashes – fake ones, probably the best your parents’ money could buy – and parted kiss-swollen lips to speak:

“Are you gonna leave soon?” Your voice quivered with something Hobie couldn’t quite recognize, or maybe he just didn’t want to recognize it. You asked him this question every time he came over, when all was said and done and the two of you had worn each other out. Sometimes he answered, sometimes he didn’t but regardless the answer was always no.

“Why don’t you just kip down for the night, yeah?” His voice was hazy with smoke, but the words rang loud and clear in your head. You didn’t respond, only fluttering your eyes closed.

Hobie would be gone by the time you woke up. He always was. It wasn’t because he hated you – it was the exact opposite. London wasn’t exactly known for being quiet these days, not when there were so many supervillains out and about. A good few of them had declared themselves as Hobie’s archnemeses, or Spider-Punk’s archnemeses really.

Hobie was never one to follow the rules, especially not those of the Spider-Society’s, but this was something different. If people found you and found out that you knew – and laid with – the man behind the resistance…

Hobie doesn’t think he would ever forgive himself if you got hurt.

And I remember how the pillows felt like clouds

Or was it the other way around

And how your neighbor came in to yell at you

When the party got too loud

He remembered the day he first met you like it was yesterday.

He heard a rumor that your dad was working for the Kingpin. That night when he first met you, your parents was supposed to have been gone on a “business trip.” Hobie had assumed the house would be empty, which would leave him free to look for any evidence of connection between your dad and the supervillain.

Imagine his surprise then, when he got there and found it overflowing with people.

“Looks like someone’s havin’ a bit of a knees-up, eh?” He muttered to himself as he landed on the rooftop. He peered through one of the skylights and squinted through the flashing lights to see the party. Inside the house were dozens of teenagers and young adults, bumping and grinding to what could only be described as the unholy child of capitalism and pop music. He recognized a good few of the people there too – all children of politicians and businesspeople, or others involved in upholding the regime.

This didn’t interest Hobie at all. He liked a good party as much as the next person, but this was just getting in the way of him investigating. He was ready to just leave, come back another time – but then came an angry knock at the front door, barely loud enough to pierce through the blaring music.

You came down the stairs with an expression on your face and dressed like every fashion model he had ever met. Hobie knew it was your party because you happened to look a lot like your father. When you got to the door and opened it, you were met with a red-faced older woman, almost assuredly about to launch into a tirade about your party.

With you distracted, he crawled down the side of the house and slid into the first unlocked window he could find. It was your bedroom.

Admittedly, it did look quite nice. It wasn’t just useless décor overflowing with ostentatiousness, there was actually taste here (he couldn’t say the same about the rest of the house though). He let out a low whistle as he looked around. He plopped down onto your bed, sinking into the plush pillows and almost let out a moan at how good they felt. It was like laying on a cloud.

He didn’t get too much time to enjoy it though. You came back to your bedroom just a moment later.

At first you just stared at him. Then, tensely you said, “You must be the Spider-man.”

“Oy, it’s Spider-Punk!” He rebutted indignantly.

You just sniffed at that. “If you’re looking for dad, he’s not here.” You sat at your vanity, sliding off your heels as you spoke. “He’s off in Dubai with his new ‘work friend.’”

“Awfully calm right now, considering me. Your old man would have a right fit wouldn’t he?”

You scoffed bitterly, “He wouldn’t care. He never does.”

“’Bout me being here or ‘bout you?” You only lifted an eyebrow in response.

“I know you’re not here for nothing. What do you want?”

“Little birdie told me your Da’s been getting up to some shady business. Any chance you know somethin’ ‘bout that?”

“He never tells me anything. But…” You paused to light up a cigarette, “I know his office is downstairs in the library. He’s got it hidden behind a bookcase or something.”

“Right then. S’pose I should get going.” But he didn’t. Instead, he hesitated right at the door.

Hobie didn’t know why he paused at the doorway. He had already got what he wanted. Something about the weariness on your face, the melancholy, just made him think. He could have just chalked it up to the typical rich kid boredom, but he had reason to think there was more to it.

And when I snuck into your living room

And I wished that you would follow

At first you didn't but then you did

And it was already tomorrow

Hobie had left as soon as he had found the files on your dad’s computer; something about a deal going down that would provide the regime with newer tougher weapons. But then the next morning he went back to your house. It was stupid, he knew.

Last night you were feeling generous and there was no reason you would be that morning. But he snuck into your living room anyway in the hopes of… He didn’t actually know yet.

For a moment he just stood there on the plush white carpet. Hobie toed the edge with a spiked boot, turning over what he was going to say when you got there.

“You’re still here?” came a groggy voice. He whipped around to face the voice – his spider-sense hadn’t gone off at all – to find you at the top of the stairs, disheveled and wiping crust from your eyes.

“…Figured I should give you a heads up.”

“Heads-up? About what?”

“Your old man’s got a big deal going down. Some new weapons he’s handing over to the Kingpin.” And to the regime, but it’s not like you would care about the resistance’s plight, would you?

“Oh… I guess your friends would be in trouble then. The resistance or whatever you call it.” He stood corrected. “But what am I supposed to? He wouldn’t listen to me if I told him to stop.”

“He might not. But that doesn’t mean there’s no way for you to help.”

“You mean… You want me to spy?”

“More like be my mate on the inside, yeah?”

“...That’s all?”

“That’s all. Think about it.” Hobie turned to leave, perching on the window sill.

“Wait!” He looked back at you, an apprehensive look on your face “Do you mean mate as in… friends?”

Hobie only nodded in response.

This was the first of many meetings between the two of you.

New York City's cold and when you love someone you should hold on to them so tightly

Till you crush them

Or they wriggle from your grasp

You don't just stand there and say nothing

But at least I learned my lesson

When Hobie had finally smoked the last of the blunt, and you had gotten up to take a shower, he found himself posed with a question. Should he stay this time or leave like he always does.

He takes one of his bracelets and spins around in his fingers as he ponders, turning it this way and that as he ponders. As he did, you came out the shower wrapped in a light pink bathrobe – he remembered telling you that it looked good on you – and sat next to him quietly.

“I’m leaving for New York soon.” You said suddenly, your voice like a bucket of ice water dumped over his head.

“What? When?” Hobie didn’t try to hide his shock; there had been no indication that things between you two would change, this weird relationship you had.

“A week, I think. Kingpin hasn’t been too happy with my dad lately. Dad’s moving us there to try and fix things with him.”

“But why bring you with him? Can’t you just stay here?”

“You know why I can’t do that, Hobie.”

He slid a hand down his face. What was he meant to do now? This relationship between you two… You weren’t lovers, but you weren’t friends either, and you certainly weren’t friends with benefits. What the two of you had was unique. Hobie had never felt the way he felt about you with anyone else.

“…Are you going to stay?”

Silence.

“Are you going to stay? Just this once Hobie?”

He said nothing. He should have said something.

You got up silently and disappeared into the hallway.

“…I’ll meet you there. I swear I will,” Hobie said, a quiet declaration to himself.

If I ever make it to New York

Like I said that I would

Would it do me any good?

Three years. It took three years for Hobie Brown to make good on his promise. Three years of thinking, of fighting, of wondering of the point of him even coming to see you.

He had left you a pager that last night before you left for New York, something to at least let you know he was still alive. He had sent a message every week religiously, like he was going to Mass. You never responded, but the messages always went through.

He had thought early on that seeing you again would never happen – that it wasn’t meant to happen. There had been so many reasons for him to not make good on it: he had people back home relying on him, that whole thing with the Spider-Society, and of course there was the possibility that you just wouldn’t want to see him again.

Peter B had convinced him otherwise. Handed him a bouquet and a ticket and said, “You know what to do, Hobie.”

So, he went. Now here he stood, right before the house you had told him you would be living in before you left. He felt like a kid again, like he had asked you on his first date or something. Maybe he might get to do just that. Take you out on a real date, instead of slinking around with you.

With a deep breath, he raised a hand and knocked – once, twice, thrice.

You opened it.

Hobie spoke. “You, er, wanna try this again? Actual date this time?”

You took the flowers from his hand, inhaled their scent deeply, then looked up at him through thick lashes.

“I’d love to.”

A/N: Really enjoyed writing this one, hope y'all enjoyed it too! Thanks again for the request ❤ I have another one comping up soon, hopefully I'll have that posted tomorrow

I'm thinking about starting up a taglist, let me know what you guys think about it

Bye ~ ❤

[slut4sugu]

BRO i cannot stop thinking about how hobie would most definitely be into dry humping/grinding through clothes.

LIKE JUST IMAGINE; the smell of cigarettes in the air as an rnb song played lowly in the background, your room lit by magenta led lights. The feeling of hobies large hands, squeezing the fat of your ass encouraging you to grind further on his bulge. That came about from finding out you had a tongue piercing, which turned hobie on immediately causing a makeout session to occur, the feeling of his tongue slipping inside of your mouth turning you on. A wet patch on your panties forming as your boyfriend started to get handsy. Which led to the predicament you both are in now. Grinding, moaning and groaning into each others mouths. Kisses messy and hungry as your mind went blank with pleasure. The feeling of your cunt grinding against his girth through his sweatpants causing you to moan louder than you should, which earned a smirk from hobie. “Don’t try n hide it doll I can feel you throbbing.” You hid your face in his neck, letting out a moan in surprise as you felt his hands drift up from your ass and to your waist, pulling you now in a back n forth motion to grind your sex harder on his bulge. “Fuck- shut up dumbass.” The groan that hobie let out from feeling your cunt made you clench around nothing tightly as you bit down slightly on his neck. Unintentionally causing hobies dick to twitch in sweats, which you felt. Causing you to giggle, “You’re kinky as hell aren’t you hobes? Didn’t know you were into biting.” You teased, purposely whispering seductively in his ear, a long drag of your hips making your eyes roll back. Your clit beginning to throb and your breath began to grow ragged despite your teasing. “You’re just as bad as me luv, twitchin so much and your not even on my dick. Who’s the slut now hm?”

Bonus <3

Loves seeing your face when you cum bro, if you’re not facing him in a mirror, looking at the monster stuffing you so full <3

DEFINITELY GUIDES YOU THROUGH IT (bro I’m thinking abt making a nsfw alphabet for him n noir.)

Smokes while fucking you and blows the smoke into your mouth its so hot omg

LOVES CHOKING (honestly loves when you ride him and your hands find they’re way around his neck.)

After care king, yall be watching horror movies afterwards (sometimes it ends up as him still being horny and he has you sit on his face </3)

Back to masterlist <3

[navisakura]

Is anyone else pleasantly surprised at the sheer amount of black, latino and other poc!reader fics that have come out of the ATSV fandom? Like it’s normally so rare to find fanfics with a poc or a dark/brown skinned reader in mind but seeing so many different people integrate their culture and background into their work is genuinely heartwarming

[merowkittie]

Just got my belly pierced, heres Hobie piercing your belly for you 🩷

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god.” You kept chanting to the gods as Hobie was preparing his terrible set up to pierce your navel.

“‘Is not tha’ bad, mate.” Hobie sighed as he saw you start shaking when he held the needle. “I’m not even gonna use this yet.”

You looked him in the eye and almost started crying as he grabbed a sharpie to mark where he’d put the needle. “Hobie I’m really fucking scared.”

He scoffed at your scared looking face and gave you a mirror. “Thas’ good?”

You looked into the plastic at the marks on your chubby stomach and pouted, “Do you think it’s gonna look right on me?”

“Babe, the beauty standard is a social construct. We don’t believe in that alright?” He kissed your lips, instantly curing the pout on your face. “There’s my cute baby punk.”

You rolled your eyes and nodded to him, handing back the mirror. He cleaned the needle and moved over to you. “You’re gonna breathe with me, yea?”

“Mhm.. hob..” you shakily breathed out his nick name.

“‘M right here.” He lined up the needle with your mark and started to inhale slowly, “Follow me. Just take a deep breath in and..”

As you followed his steps you inhaled and waited for him to tell you to exhale when all of a sudden you felt something pierce your skin and you gasped.

“And exhale. Don’t hyperventilate like that or else you’ll pass out.” He was half way in your skin and shoved the needle the rest of the way up.

“Ow. Ow. Ow. Fuck.. oh my god. Oh my god. Fuck. OW OW! HOBIE.” You breathed shakily the entire time. You gripped onto the plastic you guys set down on the bed sheets in your laying position and tried to steady your breathing.

It didn’t work.

“I’m just putting the other piece of the jewelry on babe, chill.” He laughed as you glared at him.

He wiped away the blood that began to form around the area and sprayed it with some saline. Once it was dry he kissed around your stomach and you giggled.

Your hands darted to the wicks on his head, his own hands tangling in your locs as he made his way up to you.

“How did I do?” You asked the man above you with a goofy smile. His hands played with one of your locs and he tried to stifile a laugh.

“You um.. ya did great.” He lied to your face. Which you obviously knew but you chose to ignore It.

“Dame Besito?” You placed your hands on his strong jaw, letting your fingers rest on his cheekbones.

“Yes ma’am.” He leaned down and let you capture his lips in a kiss.

I hope I captured Hobie at least a bit right.. I fucking love him. Had to bring some appreciation to my readers with locs/dreads. Also tried to make this gender neutral.

[eyesxxyou]

💿 hobie brown x fem!reader

❝ warnings ❞ just the tip, mention of a dick piercing, p in v sex

You said “just the tip” not thinking that it would do any harm. It was just the tip, all of 1.5 inches of 8 inches of solid cock. Hobie was pleading with you, his hand roaming and groping as you two lie on the couch, high out of your minds. He got horny when he was high and you…you got bold.

‘Just the tip’ was a test to see if Hobie could manage some self-control. Suddenly you were more exposed then you’ve ever been, lying on the couch with your tits out and cunt exposed to him while Hobie stroked himself to the sight. “Jus’ the tip.” He almost seemed to be reminding himself as he adjusted himself so his cock rested on top of your pussy.

He rocked his hips, dragging his length between your wet lips. Every thrust forward sent his cock dragging across your puffy little clit until you were rocking your hips in the opposite direction. Up and down, down and up, until you were both desperately humping each other between panting breaths.

Hobie slapped his fat cock against the flat of your pussy while your hips bucked against him. You were so fucking wet, the splatter of your wet pussy leaving his fingers and dick soaked. You were more than prepared to take just the tip, maybe even more if you wanted but you made it clear so he wouldn't go any further.

As he eased his pulsing cock into your aching cunt and groaned at your soft, wet walls of gummy flesh holding him as you rocked your hips and reminded him, “Just the tip.”

“Jus’ the tip.” He repeated something of a distant murmur, his eyes watching the way just the tip parted your soaked lips and begged always for just a little more. The piercing on the tip did wonders for his sensitivity, each push of his head in and out of your greedy walls making him shudder with pleasure and love and obsession.

You liked just the tip, liked watching Hobie struggle in the battle of keeping his promise and taking what he wants, what he needs. His thumb messily stroked at your clit while his free hand stroked the rest of his cock to the same rhythm. His nimble fingers worked at your pleasure incessantly and only found satisfaction in the way you moaned his name. “Hobie!”

It was almost embarrassing how nice it felt just barely going there. How nice the sound of your pussy letting him go with a little, creamy ‘pop’ sounded every tip he pulled out and how it welcomed him back when he pushed into you.

Just the tip meant him cumming more on your pussy than inside. He was sloppy about it, groaning on top of you like something of a feral animal while his seed covered your pussy. He was still pushing his head into you as he came, got the satisfaction of both worlds, watching his cum drip from place to place as he made a mess of you.

“Now let's go all the way."

[havensins]

Sub Hobie Brown x Dom reader

one we’re fucking hobie dumb and his eyes roll in the back of his head with his tongue out coming so hard

hobie would normally be so full of smart remarks or quips, so it would be fun to see how you could tease or fuck him until he had no coherent thought left in his pretty little head.

the way i picture it, hobie would be on his back with you between his thighs and fucking him within an inch of his life. his legs would be crossed behind your back, clasping at the ankle and forcing you to get impossibly deeper. one arm would be draped over your shoulder while the other would be gripping the sheets.

“y-you’re- oh, oh! fuck! pleasepleaseplease!” he’d sob, breathing harshly as his cock wept pitifully on his stomach. his brain would turn into fuckin’ mush bc he’s so sensitive and you’re so deep.

[tojisbbygworl]

Just For The Night - Hobie Brown x Black!Punk!Reader pt. 2

Summary: Two anarchists meet at a concert and decide that one night just isn't enough...but one night is all they have

Words: 5,697

Tags: 18+, 3rd person, Mutual Pining, SMUT, Oral (f receiving), Degradation, Marijuana, High Sex, Pussy Whipped, Slight Accent Kink, Slight Angst, Yandere if you squint, Reader and Hobie are 21+, Canon Divergence (Doesn't follow ATSV events/Hobie's universe is present day instead of 1978), Mentions of protesting and Cop City in Atlanta, I tried my best with the British slang

author's note: Here's part 2! This one is muuuchhh longer so you can really skip the part before the page break if you're just here for the smut. It's mostly just her (your) backstory.

Part 1 Epilogue

AO3 Version

My AO3

Masterlist

"Shit, it's brick out here."

"You're telling me." The difference in temperature from the sweltering venue to the city almost made Hobie want to go back inside and fuck her in the bathroom instead. But Y/N did say that she had a blunt at home and she seemed very eager to smoke it. Or fuck him. Either one was good.

He took a moment to admire her. He was right about her Demonias. They were long with lot's of large buckles and he loved that he still towered over her even though they were platforms. Now that they were out of the dark building, he could see the various tattoos that littered her arm and thigh. Fuck him, he was going to have fun with her.

She told him that she didn’t live far and they could walk there. That was fine with him, he didn’t want to get on a cramped train anyway. He did wish that he could just swing them there, but then he wouldn’t see the way her ass moves while she walks.

He would be lying if he said she didn’t intrigue him. From his knowledge, Atlanta, Georgia was considered the Deep South of America. It had to have been hundreds of miles away. And this area doesn’t seem like a place someone who was swimming in money would be living in. Not that it was terrible, more so humble. Like where he lived.

“So, tell me,” he calls out to her. She was walking a little ways ahead of him, courtesy of Hobie wanting to ogle her. She turned around when he spoke. “How does an Atlanta babe find herself at a Rico Nasty concert in Brooklyn?”

She waits for him to catch up to her then starts walking by his side. “Huh, it’s a…long story.”

“I don’t mind.” He answers honestly. Since they’ve left the concert, Hobie has felt a strange pull towards her that exceeded his feeling of lust. He wondered if she felt the same.

She went quiet and opted to look thoughtfully towards the ground. Hobie began to backtrack. “Or, I could shut up and let you sit on my face instead. Whichever one you want.”

She squealed and hit his chest making him laugh. It wasn’t really a joke, but Hobie’s glad to see that he didn’t make her uncomfortable. “Nah, your good,” she reassured him. “I can do both.”

“Oh?” Hobie raised his eyebrows and gave her his full undivided attention. She takes in a deep breath, let’s it out, and begins to tell him her story.

“Well, you seem like someone who can appreciate a rebel.”

“Yeah?” Hobie bemused. What would this girl be rebelling against? “So, what your like a runaway? Parents, maybe?”

She looked away. Ah, he read her like a book. Then she dropped a bomb on him. “Eh, kind of. More so the Atlanta Police Department.”

He froze. She giggled to herself pretending to not notice and turn around when she was some feet away. She knew he wasn’t expecting that. No one does. She could count on her hand how many people up here she’s told and he was one of them. She trusted him, and she doesn’t know why. She hoped he felt the same.

Hobie couldn’t take his eyes off of her. When he realized how far she was, he ran to catch up. “You're on the run from the Atlanta PD?” She couldn’t contain herself enough and she let out a snort and nodded her head. Hobie shakes his. “No. I don’t believe it. You’re having a laugh.”

“I’m deadass.” She answers still laughing. Hobie drops his head in utter disbelief.

“Well what in bloody hell did you do?” The both of you start walking again.

“...You might not know but, a couple years ago there was a huge uproar of protesting here. In the US, I mean.”

Hobie did not know. He assumes something terrible must have happened, and he’s sure that something like that would have reached London. Maybe it didn’t happen on Earth - 138.

He gingerly shook his head. “I was a part of them. I would organize with some close friends and hand out water and snacks while we were there.” She explained.

“My parents weren’t too happy about that. I had just graduated and I wasn’t going to college. I had a job at a tattoo parlor so…they thought I was a failure.” Hobie listened intently to every word she said. “They would say I just love to bring trouble and always used me going out as an example.”

“They were afraid an officer would come to the door next. And then one day shit went left and we were getting sprayed with tear gas. My stupid ass picked up a can and threw that shit. I guess it hit one of them in the face, I don’t know. I couldn’t see shit.” She giggles and he laughs with her.

“I was pinned down and put in a holding cell for about a week.” She continues.

“Shit.” Hobie knew a few people who that’s happened to. Every story shares the same thing, it’s fucking terrible.

She nods. “Yeahhhh…then my parents kicked me out.”

“Shit,” he exclaims. She continues to nod. “So is that how you got here?” She shakes her head. Hobie gasps. “There’s more?” Nod. He gasps again making her laugh at him. “Tell me.”

“Okay, Okay,” She waits to calm down a bit. “I was just staying with friends after that. Then, maybe some months ago, there was this project announced for the city.” Hobie frowns noticing how much more dejected she had become. “They were going to cut down a forest to create a ‘training ground’ for emergency services.”

“What the fuck…?” Hobie was appalled.

“You can imagine how that sounds to civilians, right? A mock city for law enforcement to play cops and fucking robbers.” She spits out. “I was part of the groups of people who stayed in the forest to prevent construction.”

Just like before, he stopped again. This time, in complete and utter admiration. She smiled at him. “That’s…amazing.”

“Thank you.” She nods her head back to the path so they can continue walking. Hobie stands just a little bit closer to her now.

“So...did shit go left again?” He asked only half joking. She grimaced.

“It was bad. There were a lot of gunshots, and screaming. And fireworks.”

“Fireworks?”

“Fireworks.”

He stared at her expectantly. “And what did you do with them?”

She looks around cutely while smiling. Hobie knows that whatever she did, she didn’t regret it for a second. “Maybe I lit up and threw it at one’s foot. And then it lit the leaves on fire.”

He can’t hold back the laugh that kept from his throat. “Ha!” He clapped his hands and looked at her. “What happened after that?”

“I think he recognized me from the protests or maybe I’m just a hot topic, because the way that man came at me and mowed me down.” Hobie jerked his head back.

“What?”

“Boy, yes. That man tried to beat me with his baton.” The story just kept getting wilder and wilder.

“How did you get out of that?”

“I stole his taser and shot it at his chest.”

“No, your taking the piss,” he shouted excitedly. “No you didn’t.”

“Hold on now because he was still holding me so I got shocked too.” Hobie cackled at her. “It worked though. He let me go and I ran away with some of the others. Only a few people stayed behind. I went back home and woke up to my face on the news the next day.”

The the emotional rollercoaster that Hobie was one was something for the books. He had never felt such quick changes in such little time. He was shocked, then sad, then impressed, then elated, then sad again. What is this girl’s life?

“Man I had to get the fuck out of there. My friend took me up to Maryland where her family lived. Then they brought me here. I got a lil’ ugly ass apartment and a new tattoo job. Made a couple friends, and now I’m here. With you.”

That last part wasn’t expected for either of them. It just came out. But it felt nice.

The two of them looked at each other and basked in their presence. She could feel the pride and admiration for her coming off of him in ways. She could see it in his eyes just as brown as hers. Good. He wanted her to.

A car pulled up from down the street. The both of them were released from their trance and looked. They recognized those kinds of headlights anywhere.

Hobie fought the urge to try and hide before the cop car got to them, as he didn’t want to scare her. There was no reason for her to run from NYPD, right?

Wrong. She grabbed his hand and slipped into the alleyway.

Hobie just let her pull him along. She clearly knows what she’s doing. After coming out on the other side of the street, she begins to keep her eyes alert. She lets go of his hand and continues walking. She just won’t stop giving him reasons to want her, huh?

“And what was that about?” He teases. She smirks at him.

“I didn’t come to New York to be a good girl.” And it was as simple as that.

She walks a few more feet then turns wondering why he’s not saying anything. But when she meets his eyes her heart start beating in anticipation. He was staring her down hard. His smirk was small and his eyelids were low. She couldn’t think of anything to say.

Hobie uses her surprise to his advantage. He walks up to her and pulls her into a tiny space between two buildings. It wasn’t much of an alley, but it did enough to shield their bodies from the street light; it only shining his wicks as he towers over her body and presses her against the wall. He nudges her chin up, winks at her, then meets her lips. Her hands rest on his shoulders as his arms trap her in. He resists putting his tongue in her mouth, as she still had her makeup on and this sweet but desperate kiss would turn sloppy.

He’s the one who has to pull away, her eyes were still closed when he did. “How much longer do I have to wait before I can have you?”

She catches her breath and tells him, “We’re only a couple minutes away, Hobie.”

Hobie leans down again and kisses her neck. She shudders and moves her hands to the back of his. Hobie gives her soft smooches, one lick, and a bite. Then, one more kiss, before he finally pulls away. He tugs her back onto the street and nods his head down the path. She starts to pick up the pace.

~

Her building wasn’t too shabby. At least the walls looked freshly painted. The inside of her apartment looked very cozy. She had rugs wherever it made sense to put them and low beam orange-yellow lights. She was walking ahead of him and turned around to speak. “Get comfortable on the couch. I’ll be right back.” Then she disappears down a hallway.

Hobie pulls off his boots and places them against the wall. Then he takes off his jacket and a few extra accessories that were a bit uncomfortable now that he had no adrenaline. He walks into her living room and plops himself onto the comfy, leather couch. Faux, he hoped.

He rests his arms and hangs his head backwards over it, eyes closed. Before Y/N disappeared down the hallway, she had flicked a little device on the wall. It must have been the heater since Hobie had just heard something blowing air in the walls. He lifts his head up and takes in his surroundings.

It was a bit small, but perfect for one woman living alone. There were unlit candles on almost every surface, and a beats pill sitting in the side of the room. His favorite sight, by far, was a fat bong sitter right on the coffee table. He chuckled to himself. She could probably live here with a significant other.

It was times like this that he wishes he was normal. He wishes he could wake up to a beautiful face, smoke something, leave home to work, dismantle corporations, or just spend time with his friends, then come back home to that same face, light some candles, and enjoy the rest of his night in her arms. He doesn’t understand why he’s thinking of her when he imagines this, but he invites it.

She comes back with a burner and a small Bic lighter. She uses the burner to light the various candles and Hobie admires her. She still had her clothes on except her shoes which he was happy about. He really wanted to see her tits in those fishnets. Her makeup was off. Her skin was glowing. Her Bantu knots were still in her head. He wondered if she would let him help her take them out, but he’s sure she just wants to fuck and get it over with.

He stops watching her to think about it for a second. When they’re done smoking and having sex Hobie would leave. Not just leave, go back to his own dimension. The thought that he couldn’t keep tabs on her, maybe follow her Instagram or even get her number hadn’t even crossed him. He didn’t like it.

His face must have seemed troubled, because she stopped and looked at him in concern. “You good?” She asks getting his attention.

“Hm? I’m fine, love.” She nods and reaches into her pocket and throws a condom onto the table, then behind her ear to take the blunt out. Then she sits next to him on the couch.

“Want some music?” She asks. Hobie nods. “I’m all punk’d out. Can I play RnB instead?”

“Please do. I feel like chilling right now.”

The pill begins to play soft drums and a bass before Erykah Badu starts singing. He liked music from Miles’s universe, regardless of the genre.

It’s like an unspoken agreement that they would be hanging out for a while. She lights it up, takes a couple puffs, then hands it over to him. He does the same. He takes longer drags producing a much larger cloud then breathes it all in. She looks at him incredulously.

“Ay? Problem, love?”

Her eyes narrow. “You think you’re so cool?”

He takes another drag. “I am.”

She grabs it from him and does a French inhale. Hobie couldn’t stop looking at her. He reaches his hands behind her back and pull her even closer to him. Her legs rested on his. She hands it to him.

“I told you everything about me. What about you? Did you travel to America just to see Rico?”

Hobie shook his head, trying to rack his brain for a proper explanation. “I travel around a lot. Had a pen pal who lived here and I came to see him. He told me about the concert so I went with him. Not as interesting as your journey.” He takes a drag. “Although I’ve had my fair share of trouble with cops.”

“Is that why we click so well?”

He smirked at her. “Yeah.” Another drag. “But, as banging as you are, you’re not on my level.”

Raising her eyebrow she sits up. “And why the hell not?” She jokes.

“Haven’t killed a cop yet.”

It was her turn to be shocked. She gave him the same fascinated look he had. “You’ve killed a cop?”

“Check the laces, innit?”

She stretches her head over the couch to look at his shoes and sure enough, his laces are blue. Speechless and filled with admiration, she freezes. Her neck is exposed, and Hobie doesn’t stop himself from licking it then giving it a smooch. She gasps and shudders. Slowly she smiles as she sits back down and stares at him.

“Does that excite you?” Hobie asks. She nods. He shifts, his pants beginning to get uncomfortable. He puts the blunt down on the side table, grabs her and pulls her into his lap. Her center collides with his crotch and they both groan. Hobie picks up the blunt, puffs on it to light it up again, then hands it to her. “Hit it nice and slowly. And lift your head up.”

She does as he asks. Hobie pulls her neck down to his mouth and his begins to bite and suck on it. She whines and takes the blunt out of her mouth, not being able to focus on it. Hobie hums in desperation when she starts grinding on him.

“You’re a proper sket, aren’t you?” He whispers. He’s sure she has no clue what he means, so he brings her face down to look at him. “Just a big fucking slut.”

She bit her lip and nodded. Hobie smirked, takes the blunt and drags, then kisses her. The smoke escapes their conjoined mouths as they explore them with their tongues. She starts to suck on his, making him hold her tighter to his body. Hobie makes a sound of pleasure in his throat that ripples through his chest. He pulls his face away from hers and they pant while staring at each other.

“Take this shit off.” He lays her down onto the couch and stands up to pull his shirt and jeans off. She takes off her shorts and fishnet bottoms at the same time. Before she could take off her top, Hobie holds her thigh and squeezes it. “Only take off the shirt.”

She nods and pulls the crop top off. Her tits fall in unison constrained by the fishnets. Hobie could moan at the sight of them. He was right about how good they would look. He doesn’t waste anytime in getting between her open legs and grabbing them. He lets his thumb flick her nipples, enjoying the feeling of fabric and skin. Her small moans go straight to his member, and he decides to take his underwear off completely. She braces herself.

He is long and curved. She knew he would ruin her when she got him home, but she underestimated how nice his dick looked.

“Don’t get scared. I’ll take good care of you.” He tells her.

“Yeah you better,” she tells him. She begins looking around. “Hey, where is it?”

“This?” He pulls out the blunt from seemingly nowhere then the lighter lighting it up once more. He hands it to her then leans over and takes a nipple into his mouth. Her moan was lethal, and Hobie loses his resolve. He was going to tease her, but he couldn’t deny the pleasure shooting through his body as he licks her nipple through the small diamond hole. She begins humping the air.

“You’re desperate to be played with aren’t you, love?”

“Uh-Huh” she says breathy. Her eyes are red and lidded. Hobie gets an idea.

“Hand that over,” he takes a couple more puffs giving her a kiss afterwards. She reaches out for it and he smirks at her. He holds it away from her, rubbing her thighs. She lets out an exclamation.

“Excuse you. That’s my weed.”

“What’s yours is mine.”

“Um, what’s mine is mine.”

Hobie trails his finger to her wet center, playing with her thong before pushing it to the side. He puts his thumb on her clit and she flinches. “Oh…”

“Yeah. Stop talking all that shit.” He begins to rub his thumb around it, his finger getting wet with each pass over. She’s whimpering and jerking her hips into his hand. “You like that?” All she can do is nod.

Hobie slows down and switches fingers. He smokes while inserting his middle finger into her. As it sinks further and further, she lets out a satisfied moan. He pumps it in and out of her pussy, a squelching sound filing the air.

He leans down and puts his tongue on her clit not letting up on fingering her too. She lets out a loud moan. Hobie puts the blunt on the floor, obsessed with the way her pussy gushes in his mouth. She starts to hump his face. Hobie watches her hand begin to reach out to him, then he grabs it and puts it on his head, wrapping her fingers around his wicks. He moans when she begins to pull him further into her pussy. He pulls his drenched finger out grabs her thighs and grips them tightly. He shakes his head back and forth, sucking and spreading her juices across her vagina.

“Ooo, I’m gonna cum.”

When he hears that he lifts his head and wipes his mouth. She whines but he shushes her by taking the blunt, holding it to her mouth, and she takes a drag from it. She is completely relaxed as she breathes it out, her eyelids lidded and eyes fluttering into the back of her head. He thought it was the sexiest thing you had done that night.

“Fuck, you’re peng.” Shit, he has got to start learning American slang. “That was sexy. I want to see you do it with my dick inside you.”

He takes the condom and rolls it on his dick, groaning under his breath from how it feels. He aligns himself with her hips.

“Ooo,” she lets out. “But wait, you don’t want some head?”

Hobie shakes his head and jerks himself. “I want you now, beautiful.” He keeps the blunt in his mouth and slaps his dick on her pussy. Her juices splash onto their thighs. Hobie grunts.

Keeping his head down, he looks at her face. Her eye lids are still low, but he can see her beautiful brown cornea staring at him full of lust and want. With the blunt in his mouth, he talks out the side of his mouth. “Beg for it,” he says.

Her eyelids widen, but the promiscuous look on her face doesn’t change. “What, baby?”

“Mm,” he says pleased by the pet name. He takes it out of his mouth and smiles at her. “Beg me to fuck you like a whore, love.”

She scrunches her shoulders up and tries to close her thighs, but she smiles and bites her lip. She liked the degradation and embarrassment of it all. Hobie liked it too. He pulls her thighs apart again. Placing his dick on top of her pussy, he waits for her to follow his instruction. “Come on, I know you can, pretty girl. You want this dick don’t you?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Call me baby again.”

“Please fuck me, baby.”

Hobie pumps his dick even more. He places the tip right at her hole, becoming evermore impatient. “Fuck, now say my name.”

“Hobie…mmm…” he slowly sinks himself into her.

“Fuck, say it again.”

“Hobie…” They sigh together when he’s fully sheathed inside of her. Her walls are already clamping around him. She’s so wet, and ready for his dick. Hobie keeps himself inside her and lights the blunt again reveling in her desperation. He takes his precious time to smoke some more while she begins to whine and grind herself onto him.

“Hobie, please fuck me.”

“Wait.” She whimpers for him, tears begin to form in her eyes from the depravity.

“Hobie…”

“If you keep saying my name like that I might stay inside you like this.”

“No, please don’t. I need it so badly.”

He inhaled a ghost. “Yeah?” He slowly unsheathes himself then slams back into her. She yelps.

“Yes, daddy,”

Hobie whistles. “Oh, I didn’t know you had that in the vault. You wanna keep calling me that, Atlanta babe?"

“Start fucking me and I’ll call you whatever you want.”

Hobie chuckles. “You got a mouth, don’t you?” He holds the blunt to her mouth again, grabs her hips, then starts fucking her. "I like baby a little more." She blew out the smoke the same way, it coming out in puffs from Hobie’s humping.

“Shit, love. You’re amazing.” He takes the blunt away and places it on the side table. Hobie grabs both sides of her hips and begins to fuck her harder. Their moans fill the apartment. Hobie stares at her beautiful breasts bouncing in her fishnets. Hobie’s too tall to lean down and suck on them, so he grabs one instead and squeezes it. She looks into his eyes and grabs his face. She smiles at him. Hobie’s eyes fill with curiosity.

“You can smack them if you want.”

Hobie slows down in disbelief. Then he smiles and starts fucking her harder. Hobie takes his hand and smacks one, as she requested. She moaned with a permanent beam on her face. Hobie is completely and totally enamored. He stops fucking her and pulls himself out.

“Come sit on me.”

“Okay, baby”

Hobie sits upright on the couch. She climbs on top of him and grabs his dick, loving the little grunt he let out She inserts him back inside her. They moan together while she sinks down onto his curved length. She pauses when he’s fully inside, his dick hitting places she didn’t even know could feel so good.

She grabs his face and pulls it up to meet hers. They stare into each other’s eyes for what felt like forever. Hobie lost himself in hers. He couldn’t move or speak or think. All of his emotions were portrayed in the way he looked at her. He wanted her, badly. In this moment she became everything to him. Then she started to rock.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered embarrassingly. The sounds that left his love’s mouth were lilted and pleasured. It didn’t take long for her to go faster. “Just like that, babe.”

Hobie’s breaths are loud and raunchy, while she lets out small pleasured hums. He takes his hands and rubs up her torso. Hobie wraps his arms around her waist and embraces her tightly. His head rests in her neck as he shifts down the couch the begins lifting his hips up into her. She doesn’t sound so quiet anymore.

“Oh…Y/N…” he whines.

Something inside of Hobie broke and he felt completely vulnerable. If she were to ask him anything, he would answer truthfully. He wanted to tell her everything. About the spider society, him being a spider man, the multiverse and everything within it. He wonders if she would accept it. Hell, he felt as though he could, she reacted better than he imagine she would when he told her he’s killed a cop.

For some reason, he felt like he could trust her. He thinks if he did tell her the whole truth, she wouldn’t even bat an eyelash. How would she react if he opened a portal right then and there and brought her to his own apartment in his own universe? Would she be okay with it? Would she even come in the first place?

He liked the idea of keeping her with him. He liked the thought of seeing her all the time without the risks of inter dimensional travel. Just coming back home, after the most tiring and troublesome day of working for Miguel, and seeing her beautiful body and even more gorgeous face.

Mm, he really liked it.

“Ngh…fuck, Y/N,” he whines into her ear, holding on to her body for dear life.

“Hobie, I’m gonna cum,”

He smacked her ass then pulled her face towards his. "Call me baby."

"Baby, I'm gonna cum." He bites down on her shoulder and begins to really pound into her forcing quick breaths from her lungs.

When the both of them come undone, they stare into each others eyes, not saying a word. She slowly grinds into him, and it overstimulates the both of them.

“Fuck, doll,” he whimpers looking between their stomachs. He was completely seated inside of her, and made him want to go for a second round. It normally would take him a minute to get himself back up, but with the way she was yearning for him with her eyes, it won’t take him long before he flips her around and takes her from behind.

As the both of them were coming down, Hobie began to feel an overarching sense of anxiety. This wasn’t Spidey-sense as there wasn’t any feeling of danger. No. Hobie was feeling…grief.

Grief from what? Why is it that he didn’t want to stop humping into her? Making her whisper curses into his ear? Was it because if he did, that would mean what they were having was over? If he pulls out of her, he’ll put on his clothes, find an alley, and travel back to Earth-138. Hobie can’t see or contact her. He would be gone forever.

Did she feel the same? Is that why she refuses to let go of him? Why she sounds like she’s on the verge of tears as she continues to milk his dick?

He could use some rest. He wanted nothing more than to finish smoking and fall asleep. But, when he thought of his bong at home it felt…wrong. As if there was a question and that wasn’t the right answer.

Why is he instead thinking about finishing what they were smoking then falling asleep on her bed? He needed to get a fucking grip. So he knocked out of his stupor. It felt like a bucket of cold water splashed over him and he came back to reality

She felt the shift. The thought they both shared that it was time to stop. Their time together has come to an end. The toll of a bell rings through her chest, and she fights the tears as she climbs off of him, kissing him sweetly before she goes.

Hobie sits there and looks at her standing up. He enjoyed that kiss. He wanted another one. He needed another one. He swallows his spit and asks her, “How was it?”

She smiles at him shyly. She was just the prettiest thing he had laid eyes on. “Amazing, Hobie.”

He smiled in content and relief. “I live to please,” he joked. It was otherworldly for him.

She giggled and walks by him, but before she could go, Hobie grabs her arm and pulls her down towards him. He captures her lips in a blissful kiss, then lets her go so she can walk to her room for a minute. Hobie isn’t sure what she’s doing, but while she’s gone, he lets his mind run. Tonight, he had found a perfect woman. She was beautiful and disruptive, not performative in anyway. All the qualities of a superhero in one civilian body. If anyone deserved the spider bite, it was her.

This…can’t be the last time he sees her. And why does it have to be? No one cares about the casual travel rule; everyone visits each other’s worlds all the time for whatever reason. The only thing was doing it sparsely so Miguel doesn’t catch on. Hobie could pop in here and there, right?…but would she want that?

How could it even work? He has no way of contacting her, so she’ll never know when to expect him. Is she just supposed to wait for the one day he can finally show up?

This was frustrating. Hobie always breaks the rules. He does what’s not supposed to be done, but he can’t figure out how this relationship would ever work. He can’t bring her with him, lest her particles stretch, bend, and spread across space and time, and he can’t stay here. His people need their spider man.

Damn, he wants to keep her so bad. She is perfect. Even if he could get to America back home, he would never be able to find her. The story is different in every universe. Hell, she probably wasn’t even in America.

She comes back into the living room adorned with pjs to see Hobie standing with his clothes back on. The condom had long been thrown away. Some of his belts and accessories were off as well as his jacket, but he looked as though he was ready to go. She felt…broken. And she didn’t know why.

This wasn’t her first one night stand, but she doesn’t think she’s ever clicked with someone like this before. Definitely not a stranger. Definitely not a fine stranger like him. He was perfect to her, in every sense of the word.

And she to him. Certainly, this was his Gwen Stacy. “You goin’?” She whispered. She cleared her throat and held up the roach. “Thought you would want to finish this.”

Hobie could feel that she was just as desperate to get him to stay as he was inclined to. He looked into her longing eyes with some of his own feelings, and considered a possibility. If Miles can have his Gwen from a different universe, why can’t he have the same? It worked for Miles.

And he knows the answer. It’s because she’s a regular person. Hobie is Spider Punk. He doesn’t belong here, and she doesn’t belong with him. But it wouldn’t hurt to dream of getting what he wanted.

He clears his throat. “I, um…” he couldn’t find the words he wanted to convey. How does he say, “I’m a spider man from a different universe and we will never see each other again.” without scaring her from how clinically insane it sounded?

Luckily, she speaks for him. “I’m saying…you can stay the night.” She finishes confidently. “If you wanted.”

He did. He did want to. He wanted to stay with her so bad. But he shouldn’t. He’s spent way too much time here, and he has no idea what would alert Miguel…he should go. He should go. He really should go.

Hobie…

Go.

“I would love too.”

Her beautiful smile makes its appearance and the doubts that Hobie had melted away. He drops his things and start to take off his shoes. When he walks towards her, he notices how badly she’s struggling to contain her excitement and he knows he made the right choice.

“…Just for the night,” She says, giving him the roach.

“Yeah.” He takes it from her and grabs her hand to walk down the hall into her room. “Just for the night.”

He’s gone before the sun is up the next morning.

ending a/n: I hope y’all liked this. I love writing angst so much y’all don’t even understand I had to put some in here. And yes, he takes her hair down for her.

I am cursed with writing way too much and I apologize for all that reading. I hope you still enjoyed it. It was very fun to write and it’s probably one my most favorite things I’ve ever written. I love Hobie so much, maybe I’ll write for him again idk chile. Maybe I’ll write these two again in an unrelated fic. Or maybe I’ll continue this and y’all can get y’all’s happy ending. Maybe. I don’t rly write those lmao.

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[katsumox]

domestic moment with bf!hobie <3

hobie brown x black reader. he loves u so bad its sickening. was a blurb but i’m obsessed with this man so it’s kinda long lol.

"Anyway, 's not stupid. 'S oxymoronic," you pout, rummaging through your makeup bag.

Your Erykah playlist is ringing through your small shared flat in south London. You pull your bohemian braids back into a ponytail before continuing your search.

"Dunno what that means, love," Hobie drawls as he picks at his nails, "Besides, thought you was gonna do my eye-black or whatever, seems you're chattin' me up instead, yeah?"

"Whatever, Bibi," you smile, finally finding your liner. "And you know what an oxymoron is, you ain't dumb. Sit."

"Oh my days," Hobie mutters, fighting the smirk creeping across his face, "Can't believe you've got me following orders. Get on with it, then," he says as he sits on the loveseat.

He's fiddling with the chipped black paint on his nails again as he watches you size up his face, fingers posed like a picture frame.

You huff, two-toned lips poked out in thought. You open the liquid liner, and as you're about to do the first line of black on his eyelid-

Hobie's deep voice breaks your concentration.

"Babes. Don't fuck me up now, yeah?" He hums, looking up at you as you purse your glossy lips, head cocking to the side.

"Can't concentrate if you can't keep your mouth shut."

He smirks at your slight attitude before retorting, "Sides, you're not close enough, innit? Come sit with me," He says, patting his thighs.

You sigh as you grip the liner pen with your teeth, sinking down on his lap. His arms reflexively come to rest loosely around your waist, as his fingers drum out nameless little beats on the meat of your hips.

"Go on then, love," Hobie encourages as you raise the pen, finally making the first marks of eyeliner across his dark eyes.

"Aw shit," You mutter, looking at his liner, "Fucked it up a bit, but I'll..." You trail off as you feel the intensity of Hobie's stare.

“You’ll what, babe,” he rumbles, low eyes trained on yours.

“Smudge it,” you mutter, as Hobie tucks a loose braid behind your ear. “…Finna smudge it out.”

Hobie’s eyes flicker from yours to your lips as his ringed hand holds your jaw. His lips part, his gaze never leaving yours as he runs his thumb over your cheek.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, Bibi?”

“You,” he drawls, pulling your jaw downward, towards him.

His lips are on yours, one hand still cradling your jaw as the other rubs comforting circles into your hip. Your acrylics are scratching at his neck as he presses you impossibly closer to him, smiling into your kisses.

“Gotta finish… Lemme finish, Bibi,” you breathe into the kiss.

“Kay, then,” he hums, “Hurry, wanna keep snoggin’ you.”

You giggle at his honesty, taking the pad of your thumb to smudge his liner. After a moment, you lean back, analyzing your work.

“You so pretty, Bibi,” you mutter, softly squeezing his cheek.

“You’re talkin’,” Hobie rumbles, chucking your chin, “Pretty ting like you, callin’ me pretty.”

His lips are shiny, covered in the brown gloss and lip liner from your kisses. His fingers never stop rubbing soft circles in your hips as he looks up at you.

“Give the pretty girl another kiss,” You demand, hastily tacking on a “Please.”

Hobie snorts at your demand, pierced eyebrow cocked in question.

“You think you give orders round here?”

You raise your brows in turn, watching and waiting.

Hobie huffs in feigned exasperation.

“Alright then, fine. Fine,” he sighs, “Not doing it ‘cause you told me to. ‘M doin’ it ‘cause I like snoggin’ leng tings like you.”

He kisses you again, sighing sweet nothings into the kiss.

[romiantic]

HOBIE BROWN IS IN LOVE WITH…

→ READING: chubby!black!reader

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff + slightly suggestive 🤏🏽

→ A/N: shoutout to all my chubby black people who are in love with spiderpunk, this one’s for y’all 🫶🏽

HOBIE BROWN IS IN LOVE WITH people who are thicker. People who have much of a curve (quite a lot of curve actually), people who have something poking under their crop tops and mini skirts. Mini skirts that ride low on your hips to spill out your stomach, drives him mad but with an incredible smile. He can’t help it if the clothes his partner wears are quite fitting, especially if their stretch marks are shown.

HOBIE BROWN IS IN LOVE WITH people with stretch marks, he finds them quite immersing. This punk man is so enthralled by the way they trail your plushy thighs and/or stomach. He thinks of them as natural tattoos and always compares them to tigers. (He thinks you should get a tiger tatted just cause)

HOBIE BROWN IS IN LOVE WITH thicker thighs, thighs could hold him comfortably during a nap or thighs that compliment his body whenever you sit on his lap. He likes bouncing his legs just to see your moves, he finds it so amusing, trust me, he doesn’t know why. Did I forget to mention? A smirk always appears when your body shivers after his lip ring touches your thigh, but don’t worry, it’s just another loving kiss from your loving punk boyfriend.

HOBIE BROWN IS IN LOVE WITH your thick body that he could kiss every now and then. A good morning kiss, a good night kiss, an “I miss you” kiss, a “I’m not gonna lie, I’m obsessed with your body” kiss, a kiss to appreciate his great love for your body. Oh what would he do without them? Hobie can’t help if your curves sit well and your stomach has such a softness. Your love handles drive this spiderman to such a heat spiraling from his cheeks, he can’t help himself from exploring every inch of your body.

⭑ my first post in a year AAAAAAAAH !! imma scream omg- anyways shoutout to spiderman for bringing everybody’s creativity + motivation back 🫶🏽

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[theangelicimp]

Heaven Is a Bedroom

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Summary: (based on a request from @itsparis-07) Hobie thought your bedroom was the closest he could ever get to heaven.

Word Count: about 2k

Pairings: Hobie Brown x Black!reader

Warnings: No y/n for this one, implied sexual content but nothing explicit, Hobie smokes some weed but reader doesn't

Original post: here

Original A/N: Thanks for the request! I’ve never written a songfic before, so I enjoyed getting to stretch my writing muscles with this one. Also, the lyrics are not in chronological order, I just added them according to how they fit the fic, lol

I have no idea what time period Hobie’s universe is set in, but for the sake of this fic and all future ones I’ll say it’s the 80s. Also, this takes place early on in his time as Spider-Punk, so he might be OOC.

Hope you enjoy!

I confess to thinking sex was my salvation

When really they just start with the letter 'S'

You'll forgive me for thinking heaven was her bedroom

It's as close as I would ever get

Hobie Brown didn’t think he was going to heaven. He didn’t believe in it anyway; he always thought the bible was just a distraction, a cudgel for the upper class to keep people praying for more instead of fighting for more.

But if there was ever a place that felt like heaven, it was here, in your bedroom.

He took a deep breath and blew it out, the smell of the weed he brought mingling with the high-class perfume you wore. Beside him, you stirred from your half-asleep state and lazily dragged a hand down his bare chest. You looked up at him through thick eyelashes – fake ones, probably the best your parents’ money could buy – and parted kiss-swollen lips to speak:

“Are you gonna leave soon?” Your voice quivered with something Hobie couldn’t quite recognize, or maybe he just didn’t want to recognize it. You asked him this question every time he came over when all was said and done and the two of you had worn each other out. Sometimes he answered, sometimes he didn’t but regardless the answer was always no.

“Why don’t you just kip down for the night, yeah?” His voice was hazy with smoke, but the words rang loud and clear in your head. You didn’t respond, only fluttering your eyes closed.

Hobie would be gone by the time you woke up. He always was. It wasn’t because he hated you – it was the exact opposite. London wasn’t exactly known for being quiet these days, not when there were so many supervillains out and about. A good few of them had declared themselves as Hobie’s archnemeses, or Spider-Punk’s archnemeses really.

Hobie was never one to follow the rules, especially not those of the Spider-Society, but this was something different. If people found you and found out that you knew – and laid with – the man behind the resistance…

Hobie doesn’t think he would ever forgive himself if you got hurt.

And I remember how the pillows felt like clouds

Or was it the other way around

And how your neighbor came in to yell at you

When the party got too loud

He remembered the day he first met you like it was yesterday.

He heard a rumor that your dad was working for the Kingpin. That night when he first met you, your parents were supposed to be gone on a “business trip.” Hobie had assumed the house would be empty, which would leave him free to look for any evidence of a connection between your dad and the supervillain.

Imagine his surprise then, when he got there and found it overflowing with people.

“Looks like someone’s havin’ a bit of a knees-up, eh?” He muttered to himself as he landed on the rooftop. He peered through one of the skylights and squinted through the flashing lights to see the party. Inside the house were dozens of teenagers and young adults, bumping and grinding to what could only be described as the unholy child of capitalism and pop music. He recognized a good few of the people there too – all children of politicians and businesspeople or others involved in upholding the regime.

This didn’t interest Hobie at all. He liked a good party as much as the next person, but this was just getting in the way of his investigation. He was ready to just leave, come back another time – but then came an angry knock at the front door, barely loud enough to pierce through the blaring music.

You came down the stairs with an expression on your face and dressed like every fashion model he had ever met. Hobie knew it was your party because you happened to look a lot like your father. When you got to the door and opened it, you were met with a red-faced older woman, almost assuredly about to launch into a tirade about your party.

With you distracted, he crawled down the side of the house and slid into the first unlocked window he could find. It was your bedroom.

Admittedly, it did look quite nice. It wasn’t just useless décor overflowing with ostentatiousness, there was actually taste here (he couldn’t say the same about the rest of the house though). He let out a low whistle as he looked around. He plopped down onto your bed, sinking into the plush pillows and almost let out a moan at how good they felt. It was like lying on a cloud.

He didn’t get too much time to enjoy it though. You came back to your bedroom just a moment later.

At first, you just stared at him. Then, tensely you said, “You must be the Spider-man.”

“Oy, it’s Spider-Punk!” He rebutted indignantly.

You just sniffed at that. “If you’re looking for dad, he’s not here.” You sat at your vanity, sliding off your heels as you spoke. “He’s off in Dubai with his new ‘work friend.’”

“Awfully calm right now, considering me. Your old man would have a right fit wouldn’t he?”

You scoffed bitterly, “He wouldn’t care. He never does.”

“’Bout me being here or ‘bout you?” You only lifted an eyebrow in response.

“I know you’re not here for nothing. What do you want?”

“Little birdie told me your Da’s been getting up to some shady business. Any chance you know somethin’ ‘bout that?”

“He never tells me anything. But…” You paused to light up a cigarette, “I know his office is downstairs in the library. He’s got it hidden behind a bookcase or something.”

“Right then. S’pose I should get going.” But he didn’t. Instead, he hesitated right at the door.

Hobie didn’t know why he paused at the doorway. He had already got what he wanted. Something about the weariness on your face, the melancholy, just made him think. He could have just chalked it up to the typical rich kid's boredom, but he had reason to think there was more to it.

And when I snuck into your living room

And I wished that you would follow

At first you didn't but then you did

And it was already tomorrow

Hobie had left as soon as he had found the files on your dad’s computer; something about a deal going down that would provide the regime with newer tougher weapons. But then the next morning he went back to your house. It was stupid, he knew.

Last night you were feeling generous and there was no reason you would be that morning. But he snuck into your living room anyway in the hopes of… He didn’t actually know yet.

For a moment he just stood there on the plush white carpet. Hobie toed the edge with a spiked boot, turning over what he was going to say when you got there.

“You’re still here?” came a groggy voice. He whipped around to face the voice – his spider-sense hadn’t gone off at all – to find you at the top of the stairs, disheveled and wiping crust from your eyes.

“…Figured I should give you a heads up.”

“Heads-up? About what?”

“Your old man’s got a big deal going down. Some new weapons he’s handing over to the Kingpin.” And to the regime, but it’s not like you would care about the resistance’s plight, would you?

“Oh… I guess your friends would be in trouble then. The resistance or whatever you call it.” He stood corrected. “But what am I supposed to? He wouldn’t listen to me if I told him to stop.”

“He might not. But that doesn’t mean there’s no way for you to help.”

“You mean… You want me to spy?”

“More like be my mate on the inside, yeah?”

“...That’s all?”

“That’s all. Think about it.” Hobie turned to leave, perching on the window sill.

“Wait!” He looked back at you, an apprehensive look on your face “Do you mean mate as in… friends?”

Hobie only nodded in response.

This was the first of many meetings between the two of you.

New York City's cold and when you love someone you should hold on to them so tightly

Till you crush them

Or they wriggle from your grasp

You don't just stand there and say nothing

But at least I learned my lesson

When Hobie had finally smoked the last of the blunt, and you had gotten up to take a shower, he found himself posed with a question. Should he stay this time or leave like he always does.

He takes one of his bracelets and spins around in his fingers as he ponders, turning it this way and that as he ponders. As he did, you came out of the shower wrapped in a light pink bathrobe – he remembered telling you that it looked good on you – and sat next to him quietly.

“I’m leaving for New York soon.” You said suddenly, your voice like a bucket of ice water dumped over his head.

“What? When?” Hobie didn’t try to hide his shock; there had been no indication that things between you two would change, this weird relationship you had.

“A week, I think. Kingpin hasn’t been too happy with my dad lately. Dad’s moving us there to try and fix things with him.”

“But why bring you with him? Can’t you just stay here?”

“You know why I can’t do that, Hobie.”

He slid a hand down his face. What was he meant to do now? This relationship between you two… You weren’t lovers, but you weren’t friends either, and you certainly weren’t friends with benefits. What the two of you had was unique. Hobie had never felt the way he felt about you with anyone else.

“…Are you going to stay?”

Silence.

“Are you going to stay? Just this once Hobie?”

He said nothing. He should have said something.

You got up silently and disappeared into the hallway.

“…I’ll meet you there. I swear I will,” Hobie said, a quiet declaration to himself.

If I ever make it to New York

Like I said that I would

Would it do me any good?

Three years. It took three years for Hobie Brown to make good on his promise. Three years of thinking, of fighting, of wondering about the point of him even coming to see you.

He had left you a pager that last night before you left for New York, something to at least let you know he was still alive. He had sent a message every week religiously like he was going to Mass. You never responded, but the messages always went through.

He had thought early on that seeing you again would never happen – that it wasn’t meant to happen. There had been so many reasons for him to not make good on it: he had people back home relying on him, that whole thing with the Spider-Society, and of course there was the possibility that you just wouldn’t want to see him again.

Peter B had convinced him otherwise. Handed him a bouquet and a ticket and said, “You know what to do, Hobie.”

So, he went. Now here he stood, right before the house you had told him you would be living in before you left. He felt like a kid again, like he had asked you on his first date or something. Maybe he might get to do just that. Take you out on a real date, instead of slinking around with you.

With a deep breath, he raised a hand and knocked – once, twice, thrice.

You opened it.

Hobie spoke. “You, er, wanna try this again? Actual date this time?”

You took the flowers from his hand, inhaled their scent deeply, and then looked up at him through thick lashes.

“I’d love to.”

Original A/N: Really enjoyed writing this one, hope y'all enjoyed it too! Thanks again for the request ❤ I have another one comping up soon, hopefully I'll have that posted tomorrow

I'm thinking about starting up a taglist, let me know what you guys think about it

Bye ~ ❤

Edit (Sept 8, 2024): Don't know if I'm going to start a taglist for this blog yet, but will let y'all know if I decide to start one

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