miguel w his preg wife. he'd take such good care of you 😋 even though you insist that you can do your usual activities on your own, it doesn't stop him. at all. he even gets up earlier than you to make you breakfast and help you waddle to the bathroom. he hates, hates, HATES being away from you to do vigilante work. when he's gone, lyla is your bff / babysitter. your treated lavishly, of course. miguel makes it a staple to come home every night, the secret mother hen that he is. he helps you shower and trim yourself up when needed, helps your mood swings without complaint. carries you into bed no matter how exhausted he is. he even is protesting you treating his wounds because he doesn't wanna stress you. massaging your bump with shea butter, massaging your sore body at night as he tells you about his day. miguel makes it to most appointments. he tries his best. unless he's literally being crushed by a building ( which he has ) he'll make it. he once stumbled in with a lazy outfit thrown over his suit. miguel went from little spoon to big spoon. from burrowing his head into your chest at night, he listens to your little one's heartbeat at night, his hand closing over your stomach. god, not to mention the cravings. miguel tries not to give you too many questioning looks, since he cant decide if you'll laugh at his faces or cry at them. he tries your weird concoctions. even if they make him want to vomit. miguel daydreams about baby names, alot.

one of the days he's working in his office, you're waddling in the spider society in your maternity clothes and ratty slippers. almost every spider is polite to you as you make your way throughout the dizzying halls. despite lyla's protests, you wanted to see miguel without him tearing himself away from important work. you soon opt to rolling around in a office chair after walking like 4 very long hallways. lyla even tries to stop you from rolling into the villain sections, which you had to admit was cute. you greet some villains that you had taken a liking to, like that prowler variant from earth-199999 and that female variant of doctor octavious. when you roll into his office, eating some weird combination from the cafeteria, he greets you with a cold, unfeeling voice. miguel's facing away from you, which explains why you don't want to get that mad. once he hears your voice, he even stops his platform quirk and jumps down to get to you quicker. worry flitting over his features, he inspects you quickly. "¡mi vida! que estás bien?" you wave him off, standing with a groan to wrap your arms around his frame ( that eclipses yours completely ). seeing your smile nearly melts away his worries as you press a chaste kiss to his cheek. " si, si. yo estoy bien, cariño. solo quiera ver tu cara, oír tu voz."

hi i just had alot of word vomit about him

ugh 💔💔 bae you ate 💔💔

me @ hobie

it's big. curves to his right, our left. cute lil happy trail. keeps it trimmed. pretty, thick mushroom tip. not exceptionally thick but thick enough and long.

hobie has a prince albert and doesnt tell you until you fuck

( bonus if you do the same but you have a christina piercing ( clit piercing ) )

NOOO LITERALLY LIKE HE GETS IT and since he’s away a lot fighting it has time to heal.. so when he gets back you of course jump his fucking bones and sink to your knees and then boom there it is. a pretty piercing in the shape of a spider. it looks so nice on him that you can’t help but show him how much you like (sloppy mind blowing head) and of course he’s using it to talk dirty to you. telling you take him until you feel the piercing hit the back of your throat.

some weeks pass and he’s away again, he gets back and is completely pussy drunk and boom, you have a fucking clit piercing in the shape of a spider too! he loses his mind.

hobie is so obviously clingy. when he isnt out causing trouble or doing a show, hobie can usually be found with you. sometimes he's subtle, sometimes not. holding your hand when your outside, letting you lead him forward. his hand brushing against your waist to pass you in the kitchen to grab something. a finger in your belt loop. thigh pressing against yours.

oh man dont even get me started when he fucks u 😋😻

the last two… finger in the belt loop… thigh pressing against yours.. yeah you prayin on my downfall.

hobie with lead singer lover and he literally cant take his eyes off of you its criminal

i’m gonna pull the trigger. y’all are playing a more lovey-dovey song and suddenly his eyes are lingering on you even longer than they already were and maybe he’s even moving across the stage to play next to you

daddy hobie with punk baby

STOP IT PLSSO. him doing their punk makeup and buying them punk clothes and teaching them how to pocket things— cause who questions the cute baby with a toy in their hand?

piercing hobie had gotten increasingly intimate ever since he invited you out for drinks. he had just gotten his tounge pierced, claiming the alcohol would be good as disinfectant. instead of some stupid, swanky bar meant for the bourgeois, hobie takes your manicured hand, his guitar calluses brushing the back it, into a alley bar with music so loud it makes your teeth chatter. your a sore thumb in the crowd,

(lol.)

hobie's hand closes around yours tighter, muscling his way through the crowd and making sure no bumbling drunk grabs on you. he sits you in a red leather stool, ordering the both of you some drinks. you two pass the time talking past stories of your respective piercings, and hobie swears he could replay the laugh you just blurted out when he said the janky bar in his right ear was done with a piercing gun, hand sanitizer and teenage stupidity for the rest of his life and die a happy man. your soft hand closes around his tattooed forearm, a flush in your cheeks. normally, girls wearing fluffy pink tracksuits with gold signet rings and smelling like strawberry daiquiris aren't his type. but luckily, women who are slightly threatening with a stainless steel needle in her hand and is just as much into anarchism as he is are. the music drowns out when you speak into his ear, " come take me home, baby. " your thighs press together at the grin he flashes you in return and pays for your drinks, his broad hand curling around yours. his broad shoulders once again have a useful feature, looking good while pushing through drunks. the anticipation builds as he walks you home, your arm curled around his affectionately, rubbing strawberry onto his vest. giggling as you stumble up your apartment stairs, hobie leaning down to kiss your neck as his hands rub into your hips as you fumble with your keys. " you, really shouldn't be doing anything with your mouth, hobes. " " don't worry, baby. i won't do anything you won't love. "

should i keep on hes kinda hot

PLEATH CONTINUE IM VOMITING EVERYWHERE 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

it literally breaks my heart that miles was just a baby in the first spiderman movie now everyone spittin on his name in the second movie. give me 3 minutes in a room alone with that stupid bucktooth ballerina. i will beat the bricks off that lil girl

HE LOOKS LIKE HES ABOUT TO CRY. LIKE HOLDING BACK TEARS. AND FUCK PETER B PARKER. BUT NOT HIS DAUGHTER CUS SHE MAD CUTE.

my baby was struggling they are truly going to hell for what they did to miles

the p2 of the hobie mutual friend brainrot thingy

late night texts turned into late night phone calls, soft laughs emitting from your phone as you tell him about the headache of a day you've been having. the rest of the city is fast asleep, but insomnia gnaws at your core. " i had a really shitty day. " you murmur out after a minute or two of comfortable silence, folding out some clothes from a laundry bag since you didn't have much else to do. " we all do, every once in a while, love. what happened today? " you can tell his voice is getting heavy with sleep, but he stays up. for you. trying not to ramble too loud is difficult, telling him about the fucking cunt that tried to take your laundry detergent today. which you later forgot the cap on, and dropped it. hobie lays in his lumpy matress, listening to your voice tentatively as he picks at the chipping nail polish at his fingertips. hearing your voice melts all his problems away for a time. " .. want me to come over? " he says out the blue. an almost plum-like blush makes your face tingle. (iblushlikepurple,srry?notrllysrrytho)

your house is steadily cleaned before you open the door to his wolfish, signature smirk, head peering up at his eyes as he leans over you. " can't come to someone's house without a gift, yeah? " unslinging the bag over his shoulder, unzipping as he steps inside. inside the bag are his stash of edibles. hobie notices the gentle tinge of your perfume sticking to your silk top, the kohl smudging your eyes beautifully. " you ain't gotta bring anything when i invite you over, hobes. but thanks, really. " you smile up at him, punching him in the bicep playfully as you shut the door with your foot.

“hobie notices the gentle tinge of your perfume sticking to your silk top, the kohl smudging your eyes beautifully.” like i need you to put this out, fr

hobie fucking you with the mask and suit on

im gna block you WHAT IS YOUR ISSUE. quickie between one mission and another... he climbs in thru the window... yeah...

you and hobie in the fwb phase.. you dont understand my best ideas come to me at night.

you two began connecting through a mutual friend in his band, right after one of his shows at an underground bar, getting a round of drinks and laughing at hobie's increasingly confusing jokes. nothing much happened that night, you just left with the hot tall boys number in your phone. it goes on to a few more meetings with your friend ft. hobie, but soon enough you start hanging out on your own. your texts are a mix of jokes, conversations about eachother, and the occasional obscure image that hobie sends with little to no context. you invite him over for a smoke sesh, legs propped up on the coffee table as he talks about his next project. you steal glances at him as you roll up, his long legs stretching across the rug as the pins on his jacket clink together, his eyes stuck to the ceiling. you almost are able to see a maybe-blush on his cheekbones. hobie and you spend the next few hours talking about eachother as a mindless cartoon show mumurs in the background. it soon leads to his arm resting on the couch, almost wrapping around your shoulders as his fingers brush against them. hobie might've been too high, but he could've swore you were slightly leaning into him, fitting into the curve of his side. he hasn't even left yet, but you two talk about the next time you're gonna meet. god, his smile is infectious. your mouth kinda hurts, but you're laughing too much to care. hobie would've kissed you now, but he believes its too soon. next date, for sure. probably. maybe. he kinda doesn't wanna wait that long. so maybe now? hm.

ok listen im tired but i have like a whole thing in my head that ends up with high clothed sex on your couch with hobie

look i need you to start publishing this shit like sending this thru my inbox is not doing it justice it all 😭😭

hobie with his nail art girl that gives him cute edgy manicures

i’m gonna throw up this is so cute.

if i dont have miguel o'hara's tiddies in my face i will combust and explode simultaneously

real

miguels girlfriend who acts like him and sits in his big oversized office chair acting like kingpin to other spiders when he isnt here

i giggled when i first saw this >.< soo funny she has her leg thrown over the side and says, in her best impression of his voice, "this is a canon event. we cannot disrupt it :3". he eventually catches her and goes "that really what i sound like?"

you & miguels kid ends up being a girl

she does his nails after you file them down and spiders try not to mention the sparkly glitter pink under his suit

she also does his makeup. he has occasionally gotten hit with a $4 eyeshadow pallette for moving too much

miguel sits there n acts like he don’t like getting his nails painted but eventually he starts laughing and giggling with her 💔 he sits and lets her do his makeup and has learned to dodge the eyeshadow pallette— though sometimes he lets her get her hits in cause he sees how much it makes her giggle 😭

if i dont talk about miguel ohara im going to backflip off a fucking building.

PUDDLE PLAISJSE you’re so funny 😭😭