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hobiebrownbrowser · 10 months

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Waiting Room Quickie

Author note: For this handsome young lad he'll probably have a goofy yet calm aura like the rest of the Hobie's. I gave him a concealed expression. Like imagine his eyes just admiring something in front of him. Not taking his eyes off you for one second unless he's forced too. His smile is low but he mean's well kinda vibe.🧡

Concept Hobie Brown x FEM!Reader

🔞NO KIDS ALLOWED 🔞

Summary:Before a concert Hobie wants to do just more than admire his favorite lady.

"But what if someone comes in?" You look at Hobie clearly nervous, his determination not changing as he simply gets up and locks the door. Walking back towards you, Lifting you in his arms and placing you onto a scratched up make-up stand.

"No one's gotta split the jit now luv, come on~" You gulped, avoiding his eyes. He invited you to his waiting room, The first thing he did was set his guitar down, Propping it in the corner and causally sitting on a beaten up chair that's seen better days.

Your fingers fiddled with one another as he slowly approaches you. His hands resting on your knees as he waits for an answer. His cold rings sending shivers through you as he caresses your calf muscle.

You gave in, A smile plastered on Hobie's face, His lips attaching to yours. A soft moan spilling from you as Hobie pulls on your bottom lip with his teeth, His fingers trailing past your panties.

A muffled cry leaving your lips as he plays with your clit. Spreading your folds with his index and middle finger. Your back arching as his fingers probed at your cunt, barely pushing them inside of you.

"Stop teasing me..." He hummed, your pussy sucking his fingers in as he slowly thrusts them out. Your hands clutching on his shoulders as he finds your sweet spot, his body pushing you up against the mirror frame.

A shallow breath leaving you as something hard pressed against your inner thigh. Hobie placing soft kisses along your neck as he pulls off your shirt.

"H-hobie..." You whined out, His hand sliding upwards to unclasp your bra, Caressing your hips as he discards all your clothes. His soft loving gaze never leaving yours as he pulls off his vest.

You pulled on the rim of his crop top, The thin fabric coming off next. A kiss being placed on your temple before he pulls away. His eyes scanning your body.

You ran your fingers through his beautiful butterfly locs, being careful not to ruin them. The man below you trailing kisses along your cleavage, The palm of his hand making contact with your seeping cunt once again.

You watched as he pulled down his pants, A massive bulge in his boxers. You bit your bottom lip, trailing your finger over the rim of his undergarments before pulling them down. His cock slapping against his abdomen.

You could feel his breath on your skin, His body putting pressure on yours as his cock makes contact with your clit, The tip of his cock pushing past your entrance. Your grip on his shoulders tightening once you feel him stretching you out.

"Fuck!... please..." A quivering cry ringing throughout the room as his cock pulsates inside of you. You closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation. Warmth building in your lower abdomen once he'd set a perfect rhythm.

"Eyes up' ere dollface." He'd finally spoke, his voice raspy as he sets a finger under your chin. His eyes admiring yours as he placed a gentle kiss upon your lips. His hands under your thighs as he deepens his cock inside of you.

Your legs trembling in his grasp as the base of his cock brushes over your sweet spot. Repeatedly sending shocks up your spine as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix. His nails digging into the drawer below you as he groans next to your ear.

"Keep ya' pretty lil' eyes on me lush." You did as told, stopping yourself from falling into ecstasy. Your pussy clenching around him as your orgasm falls near.

He slowed down his movements, your gaze following his as a figure stands on the other side of the door. You could feel your heart pounding, A muffled cry coming from you as he covers your mouth with his palm, ravishing you.

A faint knock on the door heightening your senses. Pleasure rolling in your hips as you cum all over his cock. A lousy moan seeping out of you. Hobie hushing your whimpers with the palm of his hand.

"You gotta' jig in 10 minutes mate!" The voice beckoned for hobie, your head in a complete daze as he fucks you senseless, chasing his own orgasm as he captures your lips.

His hips staggering as he fills your pussy with thick ropes of cum. A loud groan spilling from his throat as his cock twitches uncontrollably inside of you, His lips detaching from yours.

He was still inside of you. You both sitting still until one another pulls away. The exhausted male draining the last drops of semen into you. His heavy breathing calming as he picks you up and sets you on a nearby couch.

A tired smirk on his face as he coos you back into existence, Caressing your stomach before wetting a towel and cleaning the mess you both had made. Helping you put back on your clothes, making sure your straight before placing a kiss on your forehead, getting ready for his next rave.

He winks at you, the same grin plastered on his face as he places one last kiss on the bridge of your nose.

"Thank you luv~" He grabbed his guitar and jogged towards the door. A few minutes past 10 as the sound of his guitar lit up the crowd outside. A cup of herbal tea being left by one of his co-workers.

You smiled, enjoying the concert on a digital screen as you sip your hot beverage.

Now I'm not a professional but I think I aced an A+

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shinyoinbackpain · 10 months

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#chaipunk #punkchai #across the spiderverse #spidermanacrossthespiderverse #hobiebrown #pavitr prabhakar

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iamliterallyspidermanirl · 11 months

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how are we doing punkflower nation

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#punkflower #hobie brown #milesmorales #miles morales #hobiebrown #across the spiderverse

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latapadraws · 11 months

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HYPE MOVIE

#SpiderManAcrossTheSpiderVerse #hobiebrown #hobie #spiderverse #spiderman #ughugh i love hobie smmmm #myart

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rexlroze · 4 days

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𝟐 — 𝐃𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐲 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Hobie Brown / SpiderPunk x Fem! Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.5k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Use of Y/N, No physical description of reader other than mostly height comparison. Swearing, Mention of alcohol, drinking, vomiting, Fluff.

𝑁𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

A/N: I honestly had to rethink this over and over again so many times even though I was like half way thru the damn chapter so that's why making this took me long, also the fact I have the attention span of a child. I was really not sure about this whole thing cuz it kinda felt too sudden but hopefully, it turned out fine? for me it did tbh but like. *blink* yk? Or maybe it's just because I'm not confident in my fucking writing skills and need validation for every damn step I take<3 But anyways, I made half of the notes for this chapter during math class and the teacher caught me so that too (Spoiler Alert: I got sent to the principal's office :3) but that's besides the point. Also if some of the characters were a little OOC, I'm very sorry- I tried my best to make them as accurate as possible (some inaccurate shit tends to get on my nerve, mostly if it's produced by me) annnnd I need to stop ranting💀. I don't take requests nor do I plan on doing so in the future. Happy reading! 😉

Chapter 2 >>> Chapter 3

Each Stroke of paint is smooth, filling the wall with a little more color than before. The bristles of the paint brush gently swipes over the wall. Music flowed into your ears and through, making you hum.

The atmosphere was calming, like nothing could ever—

“Whatcha listenin’ to?” A teasing voice appeared beside you making you jump and your shoulder tense up.

Right. You forgot he was still here. Pushing your headphones off, “a song.” You answered flatly, turning away from him, your back facing Hobie as you dipped your paint brush into the thick minty liquid that was within the metal bucket and slid the brush across the wall.

“Really? I'll have to check it out when I get home.”

You scoff at the sarcasm in his tone.

After yesterday, he helped you with a little cleaning. You thought he was probably going to dip and disappear from your life after that so when he returned the next day (today), it did surprise you a little. He's been just hanging around. You don't know why, he doesn't owe you anything. “Why are you helping me again?” You turned to him with a quirked eyebrow.

“Mate, you've asked me that like 4 times already.”

“And each time, I haven't gotten a proper answer.”

This time, he's the one to scoff. “Is it that bad to want to just help somebody?”

“You're dodging the question again.” You say in a sing-song voice.

He holds his hands up in surrender, “aight aight. I'm just tryna help out a friend of a friend, y'know? Plus. I ain't' hurtin’ anyone, right?”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it means, love.”

You sighed, your arm falling to your side. Your other hand coming up to pinch the bridge of your nose, “okay. I'll admit, I'm being a little… douchey.” You say, biting your lip, “But I can't say that I don't appreciate your help, and company.”

“Little's an understatement.” Hobie quipped, snickering to himself which made you throw a side glance in his direction. An innocent smile spread across his face.

You rolled your eyes turning back to the wall to continue what you were doing. Hobie took it as a sign to pursue his side of the wall.

A small spot was left just at the top of the wall making you push yourself up on your tiptoes, trying to get to the empty white patch on top of the wall.

Hobie, who was distracted by his own work, took a glance at you when he heard a few groans of frustration. Seeing you so frustrated over such a small thing brought a small smirk to his face. He settled his brush down into the paint bucket and made his way to you, your head turning to him when you caught a glimpse of him in the corner of your eye extending his hand, beckoning for you to give him the brush you held.

You raised your eyebrow but gave in, settling the brush into his extended hand, your fingers grazing his palm before you quickly withdrew your hand to your side.

He stepped forward closer to you and the wall, making you step back away, giving him space as he took care of the last white spot on the wall.

“Thank you,” you gave him a small smile and a nod.

“No problem.” He returned the smile. You two stood there holding eye contact. His eyes were as pretty as they were in the poster. No. Prettier. You thought, why? You didn't know.

You quickly cleared your throat and looked away to look at your progress the two of you had made whilst he sunk the paint brush back into the depths of the mint paint after filling the small white spot with paint.

The two of you had already completed three walls, the last wall was just about half done. The only other thing left to paint was the closet, you'd get to that later.

“You wanna go get a drink?” Hobie suddenly asked, turning his head towards you, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his leather vest.

You rubbed a hand over your jaw, the thought of a break was very enticing right about now since you'd been busy for about a solid 4-5 hours. You answered after a second or two of silence. “Sure. I could use a little break.”

“Good cuz I know an awesome pub around here.”

“Lead the way.” You said extending your arm towards the door.

—

The two of you walked side by side, Hobie’s gaze fixed on the rock he kept kicking in front of him during your walk, yours lost in the sky that was split into hues of yellow and pink.

“So, I haven't really seen you around here before.” Hobie suddenly spoke up after his rock companion got left behind, a small pout formed on his face which disappeared as quickly as it appeared when it did but obviously he wasn't going back just to retrieve a rock.

“Just moved here about a few days ago, used to live in York with my parents.” You answered, crossing one of your arms behind your head.

“Hm.” He nodded before silence fell over the two of you again, seems neither of you knew what to say. Your eyes lingered on the sky, watching the purple mixing into the pink and orange.

This time, you decided to break the silence. “So, where are we going?” Your head turned towards him, tilting your head a little.

“It's a surprise.” He answered, shrugging his shoulders.

“It's a bar.”

“Your point?”

“I mean, how ‘exciting’ can a bar really be?” You snorted.

“Depends, you ever been in an underground pub?”

“No— say what now?” You gawked, turning to Hobie with wide eyes who just smirked and lifted his chin. When he didn't continue elaborating further, you decided to poke at the subject. “Wait, c'mon. You gotta tell me more.”

Chuckling, he let out a low whistle. “No, I don't.”

“You can't just tell me we're going to an underground bar then shut up. Like- what if I get kidnapped or sumn?” You exaggerated, throwing your hands up in the air.

“I'll be right there beside you, love, won't even let anyone lay a hand. Good?” He proposed, playfully tilting his head a little.

“You're torturing me.” You groaned.

“Maybe that's my plan.” He shrugged, flicking invisible lint off his jacket.

“...”

“How do I know you're not the one who's trying to kidnap me?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Doesn't it seem oddly weird you just randomly appear at my parlor, offer me help and now you're taking me to a very secret underground bar.”

As Hobie heard you ramble on, he couldn't help but start to chuckle. His chuckle twisting into a flown blown laugh as you threw a playful punch in his shoulder.

“Tell me. You have trust issues or something?” He chuckled, wiping an unshed tear from his eye. “Just have a little patience. It'll be worth it, I promise. I mean, you can always go back if you’re too paranoid.”

“Hilarious.”

“I'm being serious, I can walk you back right now if you'd like.” He offered, slowing down.

Your lips parted as you thought about it for a quick second before shaking your head. “Nah, no thank you. I'm coming along.”

“Hm, suit yourself.” He shrugged looking back to the front of the street. Your footsteps falling in sync with one another once more.

Silence taking over, punctuated by the honking motorcycles and cars and the birds chirping.

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Twelve minutes later, the both of you stood before an abandoned 2 storey office building. It looked like it hadn't been used in decades with its cracked windows which reflected the creamy moonlight. Graffiti turned the concrete structure into a riot of colors, doodles, swear words and penises with overgrown vines that clawed their way up the sides.

As Hobie strode towards the door, his hand inches away from pushing the door when you suddenly spoke up, “it's in there?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” He said turning his head towards you, “I know it don’ look it but I promise it's on purpose. Keeps the coopers away.”

“Ehh… I don't know. I'm starting to believe the whole “you're trying to kidnap me” thing.” Skepticism traced your voice.

“Oh, c’mon. Just trust me.”

“That's what I'm scared to do.” You scoffed. “This looks like a place where serial killers would stuff their victims in.”

“Dunno, never tried digging around. Two bodies at best?” He analyzed jokingly, covering up his laugh with a cough as he saw you pale a little.

“You're not funny.”

“Dunno ‘bout that, love.” He snickered. “You comin’?” He didn't wait for you to answer before he disappeared into the building.

You crossed your arms tapping your foot, not wanting to follow him in because of your stubbornness but something about standing alone sent chills down your spine.

I'm gonna kill him. You quickly sprinted into the office-like building following Hobie's direction, running away from something you don't even know.

You find yourself walking behind Hobie who walks up to an elevator across the room. The walls were crumbling, chairs laidon the floor, tables flipped upside down “Why the hell is this place so run down?”

“It's a meeting ground made by the government, basically all the corrupted and secret shit that they wanted no one knowing happened around here but word got out. Eventually punks started graffiting the grounds, protesting, sneaking in and eventually drove them out to who knows where. Started using it as a club and a speakeasy after cuz it was spacious grounds. Coopers don’ blink an eye towards this direction cuz they're bloody cowards.” He casually explains (leaving out the part where he whooped their asses and corrupted all their data with a chip he made as Spider-Punk but you didn't need to know that.)

He pressed a few buttons which opened up the elevator doors. Wordlessly, he gestured to you to get in.

“And you know this how?” You lifted an eyebrow climbing into the elevator, he followed suit.

When you asked that, it brought a proud smile to Hobie's face, “I was one of the punks.” He answered nonchalantly without glancing at you, the pockets of his leather vest stuffed with his hands. The elevator door slid back together locking the both of you in.

“Of course you were,” you said it like it was one of the most obvious things in the world for which you got a little nudge in the shoulder from his elbow. He pressed a button on a small keypad beside the door making the elevator flow down.

The elevator finally stopped making a small chiming sound after what seemed like minutes but in reality. It had been barely more than 40 seconds. Guess time just slowed down when you're in the presence of awkward silence… or Hobie.

The doors opened up letting bright neon lights seep in and illuminate your face. The ‘bar’ (which looked more like a rave) was more lively than most bars you've gone to. Vibrant blends of pink, blue, and yellow casted over you.

“W'dya think?” A voice shouted over the blasting songs, Hobie's voice. You just stared at him wide eyed, unable to make up a coherent response. “You'll get used to it.” He nudged you before stepping out the elevator, signaling for you to follow him.

You shook yourself out of your daze and promptly caught up with him. You swore to god you've put way too much trust in someone you met a day ago. Maybe not even a complete 24 hours yet but you're too deep in and too stubborn to turn around.

“You come here often then?” You arched an eyebrow in his direction, his gaze straight ahead but he tilted his head a little to meet yours.

“Occasionally. Usually—” He was cut off by someone who called out to him in the crowd. “Yo, it's Hobie everyone!”

People glanced in your (his) direction, waving at him and cheering him on. Said man waves back, winking in the direction of a few gals who probably fainted with how excited they got but you didn't bother checking.

“Mr.Popular, huh?”

“That's one way to put it. I come here to hang out often so I know people.”

“Do you usually take all your girls here?” You suddenly blurted out, heat clawed its way up your neck when you processed what you just had said. He raised an eyebrow, unable to suppress the shit-eating grin that came onto his face. “Shut up, I didn't mean it like that.” You grumbled, turning your head away from him.

“I didn't say anything,” he shrugged, feigning obliviousness.

“You implied it.”

“Did I?”

Something about his tone just wanted to make you sink into the floor and become one with the secretundergroundbarraveparty (whatever it was) or maybe punch that stupid smile off his face but you didn't do either. Instead you continued making your way through the crowd with him until you reached a bar. Several drinks lined up on several shelves behind the counter. You could tell that it wasn't just some cheap liquor crap either. It made you wonder where they had gotten it from.

He sat down on one of the stools, locking eyes with you before patting the stool beside him. Before you could say anything, your body moved on its own, settling yourself on the stool. Nobody else was really seated near your guys, most of the people were already drunk and partying.

Hobie leaned back against nothing but the air particles, his eyes resting on you when you stirred a little, turning to face him, “what?” you tilted your head.

“Nothin’, just thinking.” He gave you one of his small smiles before his attention averted to the raven-haired girl that walked through one of the doors that was hidden behind the counter. Her eyes fell on the two of you making them pop open, “are my eyes deceiving me or are those my most favorite people? Y/N, you didn't tell me you were in town!” She beamed.

“Yuri?” Your eyes harmonized hers. “I was gonna surprise you but… wait, what're you doing here?”

“Me? I work here, babe. The real question is what are the two of you doing here, hmm?” Yuri gaped, leaning against the counter. Her arms crossed over it.

“He dragged me into this.” You said pointing your thumb at the man beside you, making him gasp dramatically, “nah nah, I see how it is.” He drawled, turning his head away from you.

“Drama queen.” You accused, punched him in his bicep. The two of you acted like you had known each other for years by now.

“Ooh, you two must be close.” Yuri cooed, tilting her head, her cheek squished up against her hand as she watched the two of you interact.

“We met yesterday,” you scoffed, turning down any further suggestions that she could blurt out.

“Is that supposed to make a difference?” Yuri sassed, wiping a glass mug down with a cloth that was under the counter.

“Yuri.” Your eyebrows knitted together making her smirk, “what? I'm being serious.” She smirked.

“If this is you being serious, I don't wanna know what you being unserious is like.” Yuri snickered, placing two mugs in front of the two of you. Her body twisted around pulling out one of the alcoholic drinks out of the shelf and shaking the bottle before pouring it into your glass. “So darling, how've you been, how's Camden treating you so far?” She asked, pushing the two mugs across the counter towards you too.

“It's been alright. I've been working on my parlor recently. Otherwise… nothing special. Oh, Spider-Punk also saved my brain from spewing out like three days ago so that's something,” You shrugged when you suddenly heard Hobie choke on his drink, his beer going down the wrong pipe making him cough harshly. You and Yuri raise an eyebrow in his direction.

“Bloody hell. Sorry, this- this drink is really strong,” He sputtered, clearing his throat. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, tears stinging his eyes.

“Okay…” Your tone contained skepticism in it, “you good now?” You asked to which he nodded. “Fantastic.”

You nodded, turning back to Yuri. A silence washing over the three of you even with the blast of music and chitter chatter in the back.

Yuri opened her mouth to say something but quickly closed it when she heard the door squeak open. A brunette walked through, his face flushed as he stumbled towards the counter. “Hey!”

“Flash!” Yuri squeaked, her eyebrows knitting together. “You're not supposed to drink during your fucking shift!”

“Bloody hell. Chill, mom.” He rolled his eyes, voice awfully slurred leaning his hip against the counter but miserably failing after almost falling.

“Ay,” Hobie lifted his head in a greeting while you sat beside him thinned-lipped.

“Oh my god. Hobie, is that you my man?” Flash exclaimed, throwing his arms out in a hug but unable to reach him due to the counter that separated them so going for a high-wave instead that he missed by a head.

“The one and only,” Hobie snickered, grabbing Flash's wrist and guiding him through the high five properly.

Flash clicked his tongue, turning his head towards you, “Ooh, and who's this pretty little thing?” He smirked, grabbing your hand that laid atop the counter and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. You gave him a polite smile, retracting your hand. You opened your mouth to introduce yourself but Hobie beat you to it. “Y/N Y/L/N. We met yesterday.”

“What he said,” you dipped your chin in agreement.

“A pretty name for a prettier lady,” Flash winked at you when Yuri pushed him away with her whole hand pressed up against his face, “don't mind this idiot. He always gets like this when he's woozy.”

“‘m not woozy.” Flash grumbled, pushing her hand off his face and crossing his arms over his chest like a child who didn't get what they wanted.

“Sure you aren't.” Yuri rolled her eyes, wiping the black marble counter with gold veinings etched into them with a scruffy cloth tinted a light brown at hand (you assumed that it used to be white once.)

“Just a little bit, alright?” He grunted.

You tune in and out of the conversation thinking about what you could do back at the parlor, what you still need to do and improve, how you're going to start developing and promoting your work. Making a website could do me goods, never hurts to try. Maybe I should make a Facebook page— You jumped out of your twilight zone when a pair of fingers snapped right in front of your face.

“Welcome back to earth, love.” Hobie's voice was the first one you processed.

“Sorry, just got some things on my mind.” You ran a hand over your head till the nape of your neck, letting it settle there.

“I can see that,” Hobie took the empty glass of beer in your hand and replaced it with a refilled one. Your eyes lingered on his hands, watching them with precision before your eyes found their way back to your glass, staring at the foam floating at the top of the glass. You brought the glass up to your lips letting the liquid burn down your throat.

Hobies eyes lit up with amusement, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Calm down, love. The drink ain’ gonna run away from you.” He quipped, his fingers gently wrapping around your forearm pulling the drink down from your lips. Your body slightly tensed up as his warmth seeped into your skin and throughout your body, your eyes meeting his.

Hobie's amused smirk seemed to drop into a line when he noticed the change in the atmosphere. His eyes stuck on yours, yours on his.

The tension suddenly drowned out by the cackle of Yuri who was watching Flash flirt (and fail miserably) with some gals that sat a few seats away from the two of you. His hand quickly untangled itself from your arm finding its way back onto the counter. You let out a breath of relief thankful for brief distraction.

Flash trudged back to where the three of you were, his shoulders slumped with a small pout planted on his face after the girls left with scowls and disgust etched on their faces.

“No luck?” Yuri teased.

“Shut up.” Flash huffed, snapping his head away from her to which Yuri hummed smugly.

Hobie reassured Flash by giving him a small pat on his back whispering some words into his ear that seemed to lighten him up.

“Hey, up for some dare or drink?” Flash beamed suddenly, his movement more animated than before.

“What?” you tilt your head quizzically.

“Dare or drink, do the dare or chug a beer.” Flash summarized with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.

“Oh no, I should probably get back in a couple of minutes,” you interjected, waving your hands in the air dismissively.

Yuri frowned, “c'mon babe, my shift is almost over. It won't hurt you to have a little fun, y'know?”

“I really shouldn't-” You protested but quickly folded with Yuri's small pout the alcohol in your system. I'm so gonna regret this later.

—

“Chug, chug, chug!” The three chanted while your hazy eyes tried to focus on the mug of beer in front of you. This might've been your fifth drink of the night, but could you blame yourself? You were definitely NOT texting your fucking ex that you missed him (given by our dear Flash). Not in a million years, but it was more tempting than chugging another beer and inevitably using the next person near you as a vomit bucket.

“Fuck, 'm gonna vomit.” You slurred, putting the glass mug down on the marble counter. Somehow, even with four and a half beers in your system, you could kind of think properly.

Kind of.

“It's the beer or the dare, babe.” Yuri reminded, wiggling her finger.

“Mhm,” you pinched the bridge of your nose trying to rub the blur out of your eyesight. “I-I’m going to find the bathroom.” You shook your head, standing up clumsily. You swallowed the saliva that had built up in your mouth but it didn't help with your slurring at all.

You just whipped around and showed yourself the way towards the bathroom which you had no idea where the fuck it was simply disappearing into the crowd.

“That's not even the direction of the bathroom.” Yuri murmured, sighing defeatedly.

“So… who's going with her?” Flash raised an eyebrow, his eyes bouncing between Hobie and Yuri. The two stared back at him, making him raise his hands in the air defensively, “not it.”

It made both Hobie and Yuri roll their eyes. Yuri turned towards Hobie, opening her mouth to say something but Hobie interrupted her before she could.

“I'll go, ya both enjoy. If we don't return, we left, ‘ight?” Hobie gave them a curt nod and small goodbyes before he headed your way quickly just in case you were about to do something stupidly stupid and wouldn't be able to take it back.

Hobie strutted through the packed room, hands in pocket, eyes searching for a certain (h/c) headed individual. His height an advantage as he could see over the array of people. His nostrils taking in a whiff of the sweat and alcohol mixed in with the air, dancing bodies bumping against his.

Where did she go? He bit the inside of his cheek, eyes wandered over the room, skimming through the crowd but unable to spot you. You went in the complete wrong direction so you couldn't possibly have made it to the bathroom.

Should he call your name? Probably not, as tempting as it was, you weren't really a lost child.

He caught a glimpse of you – your back turned to him whilst you talked to two other girls. He doesn't remember introducing you to them. Maybe you knew them already? He pushed the thoughts aside, walking over towards you.

He tapped your shoulder, “Y/N-” only to freeze in his stance when he saw ‘you’ turn around.

“Huh?” The amber-eyed woman looked Hobie up and down, her eyes sparkling. “Sorry, can I help you?” She spoke softly, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

“Sorry love, thought you were somebody else.” He explained noticing her smile slip a little.

“Oh.” She murmured melancholy, plastering a fake smile on her face. Hobie nodded and quickly left before she could say anything else.

Something – Someone – suddenly slammed into his side, his hands reaching down and grabbing their waist to steady them.

He looked down, finding your hazy eyes melding with his, “you good?”

“Just a little… light-headed.” You reassured, rubbing your eye with the heel of your palm unable to ignore the uneasiness in the back of your throat but you didn't see why he had to know that.

“You wanna get outta here?” Hobie suggested, watching you narrow your eyes at him before nodding and mumbling something he assumed was a yes.

He moved his hand up wrapping around your shoulder and leading you towards the elevator.

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Ding.

The Elevator had reached the top, the metal doors sliding out revealing how the dark blue had taken over the sky, multiple glowing specks adorning the sky. What time was it? Where were you two going now? You wondered, your thoughts racing from one to another. At least they hadn't gone completely blank… yet.

Your body moved on its own — with the help of Hobie, of course. Otherwise you'd probably still be tossed around the crowd like a colorful toy among a group of children.

You'd rushed over dipped your head over a plant pot that busied the wall right next to the elevator when you reached it. Gagging and retching, expecting your half-digested lunch and almost 5 beers to make a quick reappearance but it never did.

“You feelin’ better?” The voice snapped you out of your musing.

“Nope,” you answered with a pop of the p. “I think… I think it's probably gotten worse actually.” Your answer was slow, trying to comprehend each syllable you spit out of your mouth.

“Eh, should've known better before dragging ya into a bar and making you chug beer.” He sighed, feeling you lean against him while he continued to steady your movement.

“Probably.”

“Definitely.”

“Did you enjoy at least?” Hobie asked, trying to make some good of the situation.

“Mhm.” You crooned, stumbling over your own foot but never making it to the floor. He twisted the door knob that probably would've broken down if the breeze of air was too fast. “So where do you live?”

“Eh… my apartment.” You answered.

He chuckled at your ominous answer, “and where would your ‘apartment’ be?”

Huh… your apartment? It was on street… Your thoughts went blank. Did you just forget where you fucking live? yes. Yes you did. But if you think hard enough– nope. nothing. Maybe you shouldn't have drank that much.

With how long you were silent for, Hobie realized the problem. “Ya forgot?”

“I forgot.”

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @the-kr8tor @missshelleyduvall @hobieszeze

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pepsicandle · 11 months

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punkflower is a ship name that's just BEGGING for a hanahaki fic

#punkflower #flowerpunk #miles morales #milesmorales #hobie brown #hobiebrown #miles x hobie #hobie x miles #i mean #i wont write it #but someone should #is this too many tags?#nah #(imma do my own thing)#giggles #>:)

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arachnoidconnoisseur · 9 months

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Tumblr is making the gif such terrible quality- so here's the non-gif version

I am obsessed with this man ^>^

#spiderman atsv #spiderverse 2 #into the spider verse #spider people #hobie brown #astv #atsv spoilers #hobie #spider punk #spiderpunk #hobiebrown #hobie x you #hobie x reader #spiderpunk art #spiderman #hobie gif #spiderpunk gif #my art

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zukiarise · 7 months

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Kinktober Day One

Hello and welcome to my kinktober day one this is extremely late but I am doing my best Day one is humiliation with Hobie Brown.

!!WARNINGS!!

18+

THIS TEXT CONTAINS GETTING CAUGHT, DEGRADATION, I USE SHE/HER IN THIS TEXT, HUMILIATION, SMUT, SMUT WITH NO PLOT, I AM NOT IN CHARGE OF YOUR INTERNET CONSUMPTION

If anything needs to be added please let me know<3

Smut below the cut

Everyone could tell something was going on between Hobie and you, you weren't trying to hide it but you weren't telling everyone, if they asked you would tell them but people were to scared to talk to the two of you about it. You and Hobie were total opposites he had no consistency in his life while you had everything on a schedule.

That's what caused you to be sneaking around with the male holding hands using hushed tones as you ran around the spider society head quarters.

"Hobie someones going to hear us!" you say as you two walk hand in hand as he takes you towards your bosses office.

"If they do so what!" He says and starts to take rushed steps soon your sitting on his lap on your bosses desk.

"What if he comes back before we are done?" you as a smirk gliding onto his toned face.

"You know you want that now," he cracks his neck and unbuckles his belt pulling his briefs down at what seems to be an agonizingly slow pace, "Take off your panties and sit princess"

You do as your told the arousal seeming to drip from your body as lust fills your senses, he grabs your hips tightly and nudges his finger softly into your dripping hole a small gasp and whine leaving your throat.

"I know Princes it hurts but I don't want to hurt you" He said a soft voice before speeding his finders up getting one orgasm out of you. "Now honey are you ready for the next present turn-" Hobie is interrupted by a large bang of the two doors to the office flinging open.

"Brown! L/N!" Shouts Miguel.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #hobie brown smut #hobiebrown #hobie smut #astv hobie smut #astv smut #astvhobie #astv hobbie brown #xreader #x reader smut #smut #zukiarise

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douchuwang · 11 months

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❤️

#my art #illustration #art #across the spiderverse #spider verse #spider man #spider punk #hobiebrown

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ornagecats · 8 months

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obie ....... hart emoji

#atsv #hobiebrown #hobie brown #across the spider verse

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itshunnib · 11 months

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Hobie and Kat: instant friends or band mates. What would be the name of their band?🧐

Once again- Had to see these two punks together because I think they'd have a cool brother-sister bond over music and fashion- also happy for more Alt representation for Black kids growing up. I may do a couple more illustrations of both of them honestly. Love both Hobie Brown and Kat Elliot much! 🕸✨

#hobiebrown #spiderpunk #wendellandwild #katelliot #representationmatters #afropunk #blackpunk #atsv #afroanime #blackanime #spiderman #spiderverse #acrossthespiderverse #digitalart #digitalillustration #blackillustrators

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hobiebrownbrowser · 10 months

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Sing For Me

Hobie Brown x FEM!Reader

🔞No Kids Allowed🔞

Summary: It was the first time Hobie heard you sing, He wanted to hear more.

After Hobie had heard you sing for the first time it left you wrathing in embarrassment. He constantly asked for you to sing no matter where you were, out with friends, on a date or even at his own house. Of course out of shyness you declined every time.

It became a little obsession he had, Cooing you to sing for him every time his fingers were roaming inside of you. Scratch marks on his arm from when you'd 'sing for him'.

If he couldn't make you sing he'd make you scream. Often as punishment for not letting him hear your sweet voice or every time you'd tease him by whispering in his ear. You were teasing his patience so he'd make a mess out of you.

Your hands cuffed to the headboard of the bed. Your loud moans echoing throughout the room as Hobie plays with your clit using a small vibrator, Begging for you to sing for him louder.

Two fingers deep inside of you as he hums against your clitoris. Making sure every one of your sweet moans rung in his ears, fulfilling his needs, Eating you out as if he'd skipped breakfast, lunch and dinner.

His mouth capturing your nipples as he pulls on them with his lips, just to make you scream. The palm of his hand spanking harshly against your clit as he demands you too sing out his name, Making your mind lose count on how many times you coated his fingers with your arousal.

Your body desperately trying to get away from the overstimulation. Constant shushes as Hobie asked if you could sing for him one last time.

Incoherent mumbles coming from you as he dives into your pussy one last time, Tasting you on the tip of his tongue, Driving him mad. Drool tickling from the corner of your mouth as he repeatedly hits that delicious spot inside you.

Sometimes he'd sing for you. His words trembling off his lips as you continue to stroke his cock. A silver ring around the base of his dick as you reject his pleas to let him cum. Fingers intertwined with yours as you delightfully make him into a babbling mess.

Edging his orgasm until he was molded into nothing but your own manslut, Letting you use him all you wanted until you were left with satisfaction.

He'd gladly sing for you, Taking his guitar in hand and making up something from his mind, having you sit in his lap. Memorized by your cute smile or the way your hands would wrap around his neck,

Pulling him in for small little kisses or when you're bouncing on his swollen cock.

His whimpers coming out like broken melodies as he thrusts into your hips, Too fucked out to tell you to slow down before he passes out from exhaustion.

One way or another you'd both sing for each other. Sitting down on an empty concert stage after a long day. The sound of Hobie's guitar flowing through your ears, Kissing his chin every time he'd whisper for you to sing.

His hands caressing your thighs as he pins you up against the wall, his cock buried inside of you. His lips on your throat as you sing out his name in desperation and need, Pulling him aside just to let him demolish you. Not caring who'd hear your cries through the dimly lit halls.

Your constant begging sending him to fuck you without a condom sometimes, Telling you how eager he was to put a baby in you. Watching as your pussy stretches apart because the thickness of his cock.

Your cunt swollen from his hips smacking into yours. You were his drug addiction. Your voice soft enough to bring him down to his knees. Sucking your cunt until your thighs were soaked with your own juices. Your legs not being able to host you up any longer.

Messing your senses up until you couldn't walk for about 2 days. But he always thought to buy you herbal tea. Often cuddling you until you calmed down.

You'd definitely 'sing' if he wanted you too. He was the same for you.

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suna-rinn · 11 months

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cosita bonita- m. o’hara

IN WHICH- miguel o'hara finds you positively insufferable. (it goes both ways.)

warnings: so much fucking tension omfg r u kidding me just bang already, miguel is honestly an asshole im staying accurate to character (that’s a joke bc he’s honestly more flirty than he would ever be) did i mention that there’s a lot of tension yall should just kiss, he’s also so awkward it’s almost laughable

A/N: i’m so sorry i’ve been MIA ive been writing full blown fanfics on wattpad its honestly kind of embarrassing

A/N P2: i google translated all the spanish. please feel free to correct me; i’m a speaker of english, mandarin, and japanese, so i really don’t expect it to be correct.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

sometimes, your boss was a complete, total piece of shit. you wish you knew what you were signing up for when hobie, the stupid little idiot, dragged you along with him to his first day on earth 2099, a long way from your shared world of earth 616.

needless to say, you were most certainly not welcome. first things first, you hadn’t even been invited, nor had you really wanted to come. hobie had quite literally dragged you, clamping a tight hand around your wrist and pulling you through the portal with him.

upon arrival, he had stolen a bracelet from one of the spider-people, slapped it on your wrist, gave you a forceful fist-bump and screamed, “anarchy! yeah?!”

well, shit. how were you supposed to deny that?

inevitably, time came for you to be kicked out approximately two minutes later, when the one and only spider-man of earth 2099 found out he had an unwelcome guest on his world. the look he’d casted you was one of sheer disdain, and you certainly wouldn’t have minded leaving on the spot.

but hobie brown could always be a blabbermouth when he wanted to be. you were useful, he claimed- willing to get your hands dirty when others weren’t, knowing what had to be done. you’d always taken up the part of the spider-punk job that hobie had been hesitant to do back at home- helping people simply came with the radioactive bite.

that- that did intrigue miguel. miguel o’hara was a harsh, harsh man- but only because he had to be. he was the spider-man that the people needed; not the one they wanted.

and you and him seemed to be in awfully similar shoes.

•───⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

“another tough day?” hobie sniffed, flopping down next to you, draping his legs over your lap. up above, miguel looked down distastefully, wrinkling his nose in disdain at the unprofessional display.

“the day is always tough when you work with him.” you huffed back, jabbing your thumb upwards, bringing hobie’s attention to your boss. “hey, new girl! you’re sharing an office with me so i can keep an eye on you! hey, new girl! get me a coffee, if you can even manage to find the cafeteria! hey, new girl! cleanse lyla’s storage for me, if you can even figure out how to do it! hey, new girl-”

“are you finished?” miguel sighed, platform slowly descending, screens wiping blank. “that isn’t what i sound like.”

“yeah?” you sneered, pulling up a new tab on your monitor- security footage of the room.

“hey, new girl!” the crappy monitor speaker barked, scratchy. “make yourself useful and get a coffee, yeah? gracias, cosita bonita.”

miguel grunted in annoyance, taking a deep sip from the coffee you’d gotten an hour earlier, physical proof of your labor. you raised an eyebrow at hobie, as if saying, ‘you see this shit?’

“cosita bonita, huh?” hobie whistled, sliding his feet off your lap, and facing miguel. “interesting...” miguel avoided his insinuations, merely raising an eyebrow.

“aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“aren’t you supposed to be working?” hobie retorted, eyes sliding over to you subtly. miguel grimaced, narrowing his brows. “ay, man. my entire thing is not workin’ unless i want to. down with the system.”

“get out.” miguel groaned, hand waving mindlessly in the air. “i’ve had enough of you for one day.”

“tough crowd!” hobie crowed, standing from his seat in surrender. he ruffled your hair- an act of familial-like affection that you’d grown to accept, although you never stopped complaining about the way that it fucked up your hair. “stay focused, boss man, yeah?”

“leave!” miguel shouted at his retreating figure. when the coast was clear, his eyes slid back to you, noticing that you were now back to mindlessly scrolling through reports, blowing a bubble of gum between your lips, almost the size of your face. “¿qué tiene tu linda cabecita en un giro?“ (what’s got your pretty little head in a twist?)

“hm?” you blinked, losing focus and popping the bubble. it exploded all over your lips, and you clicked your tongue in annoyance, before using your tongue to pry the areas that were sticking back into your mouth. miguel urged himself to pay attention, and stop staring at stupid things. “what’d you say?”

“what’re you working on?” he corrected himself swiftly, leaning slightly over your table, head hanging over the double monitors. you tried to ignore him- jesus, did the man ever skip back day-?! “better be workin’ hard, if you got time to fool around with hobie.”

“sorting through the fuckin’ reports that you don’t want to do.” you sniffled in annoyance. “one day you have me killin’ people, the next day you have me doing secretary work. one day, i swear-”

“-you swear what?” he cut in, leaning over further. you glanced up, tensing when you realized his face was just a few inches away from yours. “hm? what were you saying, cosita bonita?” (pretty little thing)

“...” you gaped, hands frozen still over the keys of the keyboard, before blinking a few times and snapping out of it. you cleared your throat, eyes skimming back over the report you were working on. miguel frowned, leaning back. “nothin’. don’t worry about it, anata.” (japanese for ‘darling, dear.)

“you wanna get me another coffee?” he sighed, standing straight up, ready to go back to sitting at his platform. “i finished the one you got me.”

“i ain’t your maid.” you retorted, closing out the report you just finished. “if you want me to be one, you gotta pay me better.”

“o podrías dejar de hacerte la dura y salir conmigo.” (or you could stop playing hard to get and go out with me.) he grunted in annoyance.

you powered off your PC, standing from your spinning chair and sitting on the front of your desk. “nunca me pediste que saliera contigo, idiota.” (you never asked me to go out with you, you dense idiot.)

he stared at you, unfurling his arms from their tight grip on each other. “¿tú hablas español?”

“hobie dijo que yo era multilingüe cuando nos conocimos. ¿por qué diablos no sabría español?“ (hobie said i was multilingual when we first met. why the hell wouldn’t i know spanish?) you squinted your eyes. “not very smart of you, boss man.”

“¡¿por qué no me lo dijiste antes?!” (why wouldn’t you tell me earlier?!) he gripped his hair in disbelief, gawking at you. “shit, man! that’s embarrassing!”

“sure.” you shrugged, grinning devilishly. “but it was funny. hobie and i thought it was hilarious- why do you think he’s got a shit-eating grin every time he comes in here?”

“eres insufrible.“ (you’re insufferable.) he clenched his fist. “por favor, joder, sal conmigo.“ (please fucking go out with me.)

“tal vez, si me pagas lo suficiente.” (maybe, if you pay me enough.) you snarked. he pinched your side harshly, causing you to yelp. “ow! fuck, okay! do you always harass women into going on dates with you?!”

“no.” he deadpanned. “only when they’re as difficult and annoying as you.”

#miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #SATSV #peterparker #hobiebrown #miguel o'hara fluff

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