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closer | hobie brown

A/N: Idk what this is tbh. It's like a mix between a series of hcs and a lil bit of smut. There's like 3 lines of dialogue in the whole fic opps. Warning: smut towards the end so 18+, afab reader, this is kinda cheesy, pls read the tags for more info WC: 1k+

At first, you didn't know what to make of Hobie Brown. He was a tall, formidable presence, so steadfast in his beliefs in a way that wasn't really shared among many of his peers.

Cliche as it is, you'd never met anyone quite like him, despite the many variants of Spidermen that existed across the multiverse that you had come across.

Like the rest, he fought valiantly against the evil within his own Earth, battling fascists and collapsing oppressive corridors of power with his 'Spiderband.' But he did it in his own unique way, true to his punk lifestyle. You remember how hard you'd laughed when he told you about the time he had once rushed a stage at a fashion show in protest.

He never faltered in abiding by what he felt was right. You saw the way he supported those who desperately needed it, even when it diverged from the majority. That Hobie had stood by Miles even when the entire multiverse was against him.

And with that, you couldn't help but to admire Hobie, wanted to be more like him. Be a little more unapologetic and devoted in ways you had not learned of yet.

When Miles got his powers, you resigned yourself to a mere supportive role in the background. But you had always wanted to do so much more. To be more helpful than a quick phone call to the authorities as the computer nerd in the chair. A part of you wanted to prove to yourself that you didn't need superpowers to be a driving, albeit small, force of change. So, you set out to do just that.

Beyond supporting Miles's operations as Spiderman, you found grassroots organizations to involve yourself with. You volunteered at schools as a mentor, supported mutual aid funds in any way you could, and advocated against the local forces that threatened to destroy all of the progress Miles had made as Spiderman.

And maybe you inspired Hobie, too, in your own smaller efforts. Perhaps it was not as great or impactful as the collective heroic actions of the Spider-people, but it was enough to create a small ripple of change within your own community.

There was one time when Hobie had smiled, so proud and excited when you'd told him how you'd teamed up with Miles to raise enough funds to save the local struggling performing arts center.

You could still recall how giddy you felt when his arms pulled you to his chest and held you there, maybe for a beat too long, while his pierced mouth rained you in praise.

As you grew closer to him, talking to him about anything and everything became so easy. Relaxed banter flowed in your conversations with the complement of his dry humor to your sarcastic remarks. You'd become so consumed in each other during your talks that hours would pass by without notice.

Among the lingering touches and steady chatter, the frequent looks of longing that you and Hobie gave to each other were enough to clue the others in on the tangible tension between you. They were gleeful in their sly matchmaking attempts, especially Pavitr, who didn't even try to hide his play at Cupid.

Nonetheless, it wasn't long before you and Hobie fell into a relationship. A relationship that existed beyond labels and social titles. You both just went together. And it was as simple as that. As natural as breathing.

That is not to say it wasn't hard sometimes.

Problems arose from the cosmic distance between you two. Conflicts born out of Hobie's obligations as Spiderman and yours to Miles. And yet it wasn't anything you both couldn't work out. It took a lot of self-humbling and vulnerable communication you hadn't thought yourself capable of, but it was all worth it in the end.

So even though you and Hobie lived on two entirely different Earths, in different planes of reality, you still managed to find a way to be together.

You'd go to his universe and support him when he played packed shows in some underground pub, decked out in a patch-filled leather jacket and spikey accessories you had made with him. You’d drank with his mates and proudly screamed the lyrics of every song until your throat felt raw.

Some days, he'd stop by your apartment, and you'd introduce him to everything that had yet to be made in his own universe, particularly the music.

You watched as he combed through your vinyl collection and picked a new album to listen to, how his wicks moved around when he bobbed his head along to the melodic shouts of Mommy Long Legs, the versatile flows of Bad Brains or even the soothing tones of Sweetback.

And there were days like this when conversations lulled, and desire took over. Days when the history between the two of you felt as ancient as the cosmos, vast and full of eons of memory. Like you'd known Hobie longer than you really had. Every touch was well-practiced and well-placed, brewing ecstasy wherever they landed, as though you both had done this same dance a million times before.

Clothes litter the small space of your living room floor. He lays with you astride his hips and his back to the old cushions of your secondhand couch, which creaks noisily underneath your heavy movements. Kisses are stolen in between pants. Your breaths are shared in the small space that exists before your bodies.

Hobie's hands slide up and down the curves of your body, brushing your thin braids from your face, groping at your chest, guiding your hips to keep a steady pace with him. Your combined moans and the wet sounds from your repeated joining create a heady atmosphere that clouds the expanse of your mind.

You sit up and throw your head back when the pleasure becomes too much. Your braids follow the harsh motion like a whip, but you don't register any pain when they slap against your back, too focused on feeding your ravenous need for release.

Your hands press against his abdomen for leverage, your thighs aching when you bounce on him even faster. As his hard cock continues to bully your insides, your walls start to clench tighter around him, a sign that you're close to crossing the line that separates you from complete delirium.

"You feel so good." His voice strangled in his throat, his hips humping upwards toward yours. "Look at how well you're takin' all of me, love. You're soakin' it."

You look down to see the heat in his gaze as he watches the two of you join again and again. The sticky mess of your fluids wet his dick, spreading further and further across his lower half with each smack of your thighs. It makes you grind down harder, your blood pulse even faster, and your breathing grow heavier as your body reaches a plateau.

But what really pushes you over the edge is when his thumb finds your engorged clit, rubbing a series of smooth circles against the tacky skin. It's exactly enough stimulation to help you fall right into the throes of euphoria.

"S-shit, Hobie!"

Your limbs tense and shake as you groan, a mixture of his name and incoherent praises and begs falling from tender lips. You barely notice Hobie finding his release beneath you, his grunts joining your symphony of noises as his hips stutter to a stop, a warmth blossoming from where he's hilted inside of you.

You take a moment to catch your breath and steady the harsh palpitations of your heart. When Hobie gently pulls out of you, you can feel the slow drip of his cum further wet the damp skin of your thighs and his pelvis.

Like always, he's a master of aftercare, cleaning you both up and then helping you dress in fresh clothes. He carries you to your bed despite you insisting you can walk.

And when he lies down beside you and pulls you to lay on his bare chest, you're content as you think of how deeply he's become a part of your life, a part of you.

"I really love you, y'know." You whisper to him, slowly drifting off to sleep.

He presses smiling lips to your forehead in a kiss and somehow pulls you even closer. "I really love you, too."

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown smut #reader is slightly black coded so #hobie brown x black!reader #& theyre Miles's pal in the chair #kinda irrelavant but listened to corinne bailey rae while writing this hence the title #and hobie would def love her too idc idc idc #emlikes2write

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THE BEAR (2.09)

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holding hands | hobie brown

Warnings: smut so 18+, afab reader, not proof read either so soz 4 the grammatical errors :p WC: 0.6k

You had a small obsession with Hobie's hands. And you weren't afraid to admit it.

In fact, you felt unashamed in how much you loved when he touched you with his broad palms and long fingers, how his hands felt delightfully heavy when he rested them against your skin. Didn't even care how obvious you were when you asked him to use his deft fingers to rub down the length of your back to cure an ache that wasn't there.

Sometimes, you watched him work with his hands as though in a trance. Watched when ringed fingers carefully embellished his garms with metal spikes or handcrafted cloth patches. Or when calloused fingertips held down the worn strings of his guitar as he strummed a euphonious rhythm with his pick. Or when bulging veins and tendons flexed with the twirl of a screwdriver as he worked to reverse engineer tech far more advanced than your time. 

For that reason, as you kneeled before him from where he sat on the bed and eagerly watched him stroke himself to completion, you couldn't help but be fixated on his hands.

"Are you gonna cum?" You ask, almost desperately. 

"F-fuck, yeah, yeah." He repeats as his hand swirls around his sticky tip, cock still slick and creamy from your release. His other hand tilts your head back and up, fingers pressing into your lower face. "I'm so close."

"Yeah, you're gonna cum all over me?" You ask breathily, hands stroking his tensed thighs, to which he nods in a jerky motion, still focused on chasing his pleasure.

"Mmhm. You need it, huh? Need me to cum for you." His flushed desire is hidden by the deep brown of his skin but shown by his lustful expression and the sweat that drenches the edges of his lineup and sides of his face, sliding around metal piercings and angular planes. 

You can feel that same heat on your skin, between your thighs, growing more intense with each wet click of his sliding fist, still so insatiable despite the many times he made you come tonight.

"Yes, baby. Please, give it to me." You say pleadingly, which seems to push him over the edge.

His eyes close, his flat stomach clenches, and his face screws up as he climaxes. Groans and curses spill from his lips like a river.

Each spurt of pearly white cum from his twitching dick splattered across your breasts and neck, some even landing on your face despite his aim for your chest, causing you to close your eyes. You sit there on your knees, still and willing, as he reaches the heights of gratification, painting your face and body in his essence. 

In the aftermath, you gently wipe your eyes and open them to see Hobie already staring at you with a look so unabashedly depraved a bolt of excitement strikes right through you. 

He seemingly gives into his lecherous desires and drags a finger through the valley of your breasts to collect some of the mess he just made.

"Open." He orders even though he pulls your jaw down himself.

Obediently, you suck the cum off his finger as he feeds it to you, moaning at the taste. Despite the soreness in your limbs, you're tempted to go another round. And if the fiery look in his eyes is any indication, he feels the same as you.

"There we go," He says approvingly with a stare full of hunger as his hand rubs soothingly along where he held your jaw.

You can't help but smile brightly at his praise, nuzzling into his hand, looking up at him with adoration in your gaze.

Yeah, you loved many things about Hobie, but his hands would always be your favorite part of him.

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x black!reader #but it's seems kinda ambiguous sooo whatever #emlikes2write

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Miles finally got an explanation on what comic con is.

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Went to see Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse again and has anyone else done this yet or

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by Miko Revereza

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batgirls

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Peter B Parker aged like a cheap wine and I love it. Miles is also my child. “Sunflower” is an A+ song. Y’all can fight me but this was the best movie ever.

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i just wanna put it out there it’s a lil pathetic that I have to do this, but she looks pretty rad now

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Rafiki, American Poster

In U.S. Theaters April 19, 2019.

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LOONA in order!

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Have some fruit!!!

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