#prowler hobie

[cultrise]

HATE FUCKING. PROWLER!HOBIE

⚝ CONTENTS NSFW, rough sex (consensual), reader gets manhandled, a little dumbification, degradation, hobie has a frenum & a lorum piercing ᵎᵎ wc 2.5k

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24 days, 18 hours and 4 minutes have passed since you and your now ex-boyfriend, hobie brown, have broken up.

life being hobie’s girlfriend wasn’t always pink. he didn’t like to open up that much, you often felt like he kept secrets and he always ignored any problems that arose in the relationship. and even though you loved each other, even though the relationship was great overall and the sex was amazing, the last straw was finding out that hobie was none other than the vigilante ‘the prowler’, which was hunted down heavily by police.

it all happened when you came across a box of interesting gadgets and designs, detailed schematics and tools to use for building them. now sure, you had some suspicions for a while about what hobie’s actual job entailed but hearing it out of his mouth was like getting stabbed. it wasn’t necessarily the information that he was indeed the prowler that gutted you, but more-so the absolute audacity of this man to put his life at risk and lie to you about it.

it all ended up becoming a huge fight that lasted for hours, time in which you insulted each other to the bone, yelled until your lungs gave out and threw everything you could get your hands on at each other. you were devastated. sure, your relationship might not have been perfect, but how did hobie expect for you to trust him if he couldn’t trust you with a part of his own identity? the summary of the fight resulted into you two breaking up in an ugly way and having the worst meltdowns possible because of it.

now, after so many days, you had finally tricked yourself into believing the outcome was for the best. you had stashed every item that had ever belonged to hobie into a box and placed it into the corner of your closet, saying you’ll throw it out when you get the time. obviously, that never happened, as you always found new excuses not to. you were sure you hated hobie.

and in retrospect, hating him was better than acknowledging how badly still loving him hurt. you dreaded the nighttime because you knew the moment you cuddled up in bed you were met with memories and dreams of him that would just not leave you be. even his pillow had lost all scent of him.

you entered your apartment with a sigh, tossing your keys on the couch. it had been a long day, with a long shift at work and even though your stomach was rumbling and your house was a mess, the only thing on your mind was slipping out of those clothes and get into bed. as you removed your jacket you heard the sound of footsteps against the floor. you looked around, panicked. no.. must’ve been coming from outside? until, you hear it again.

you quickly grab a knife from the kitchen, holding it in a trembling hand as you make your way to the source of the sound: your bedroom. as you step in you see a tall, shadowy figure going through your closet and you raise your hand, to strike. with a sudden shift you feel a hand go to your wrist, a tight grip making you drop the knife to the floor. you were about to scream before one large hand dropped over you mouth and you felt the familiar scent of cigarettes hit your nostrils.

“what the fuck, woman? are ya’ insane?” hobie half-yells as he takes a step back, letting you take the information in. he was there. in front of you. in your room. he looked,, awful. “what the fuck are you doing in my house?” you say between grit teeth as his face softens and he sighs “i uh.. came t’.. get my stuff” his eyes trail to the prowler mask that lay on your desk.

“you could’ve called. i thought i was getting robbed!” you cross your arms as his eyebrows furrow “i did. y’blocked my fucking phone number!” oh yeah. you did do that. oops. you play with your fingers anxiously “right..” hobie says with a big breath as he turns around to the closet “okay, maybe stop going through my stuff?” you place a hand on his shoulder, pulling him away. hobie watches you with wide, confused eyes.

“i wasn’t? i’m lookin’ for my stuff because i know this is whe’e you keep your shit! stop making a fuss out of anythin’ “ he groans as he turns again “oh, i’m making a fuss?” “oh great, there we go” hobie scoffs as you grab him by his jacket “you listen to me. you don’t get to come to my house uninvited and start bitching. now move over so i can give you your shit and leave. i’m sick of you” you push him to the side with a hiss, starting to look for his box of things.

hobie rolls his eyes, trying not to let his demeanour drop. he didn’t come over with the thought of getting back together, even if it was permanently on his mind. but hearing you treat him like that.. it hurt. he sat himself down on your chair, propping his legs up on the desk as he waited.

after a short amount of time you pull the box out, placing it on the table with a loud bang “there. it’s all in here” hobie gets up and starts going through it with pursed lips “is this?…” he asks wide-eyes as he takes out a studded bracelet with your initials on it, his first ever gift to you “yeah.. it is.. i have no use for it anymore so feel free to give it to someone else” you cross your arms, not meeting his stare.

hobie did not consider himself a sensitive person at all. yet in that moment it was as if glass shattered into his toracic cavity and pierced through his every muscle “give.. give it to someone else?” he scoffs in disbelief “i gave this to you” he says as he holds a hand out, trying to see if you’re going to take it or not. you shake your head after a few moments of hesitation “no. i dont need it. and in case you havent realised it yet, i hate you. so please, be on your way” you gesture to the door.

this time, hobie is overcome by rage “say tha’ again?” your eyes finally meet his, watching them get darker “what? that i hate you?” you almost feel hobie’s patience snap in half “you hate me now, d’you?” he spits out. you, however, hold your ground “yeah. i do. i think i made myself pretty clear” a hand flies to your wrist once again, pulling you closer “i think you need to stop lying to y’self”

you try to pull yourself away from his grip “hobie! let go!” the man just towers over you, his presence now more intimidating than ever “no. i am sick and tired of this bullshit. you hate me tha’ much? then why haven’t y’thrown this shi’ away?” he points to the box of things, making you bite down on ur lip “you want t’play that game? fine. y’re nothing but a liar” he hisses as you turn to him, in shock “i’m the liar?! me?! after all of the years you have lied to me about being the prowler?!”

hobie lets out a low chuckle as he moves away from you “you still hung up on that, huh?” “still hung… hobie, the main reason of our breakup was the fact that you lied to me! you led me to not be able to trust you, do you even hear yourself?!” hobie’s hand grips at the table, the veins on his arms pulsating. “i did that to fucking protect you! y’think i liked leaving secretly every night to patrol the streets just so i make sure y’re safe?! no! but i did it anyway. fuck…”

you blink at him in bewilderment. your lips part, but no sound comes out of your mouth as your neck goes dry “you want to say y’hate me? fine. go right ahead. i can lie like tha’ too” you had never seen him so angry before. your hands tremble as you try to reach for him, not because you’re afraid, but because you don’t know what to say. “hobie..” you choke out his name.

you don’t even realise when hobie takes ahold of you, pushing you to a wall and kissing you like he’s starved, attacking your lips and biting them every chance he gets. you don’t take long to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in even more as your teeth clash together. his hands roam your body, fingers finding their way to the zipper of your jeans before he pulls them off. you break off the kiss, lips parted and face flushed with need as you follow suit and take off your top and unclasp your bra.

hobie watches you as you do so before scoffing “hate me but are quick t’get undressed the moment i get handsy? fuck, this is such a joke” he grunts before picking you up with ease and throwing you on the bed, flipping you on your stomach and climbing on top. you’re so wet. you shouldn’t be this wet. anyone else would be absolutely terrified with the way hobie was acting. yet you knew him too well, you knew his frustration came from missing you so much, from you telling him that you hate him when you clearly didn’t.

his hands grab at your hips as your face gets pushed down into the mattress and you moan the second you feel his bulge press against your clothed pussy “hate me, yeah? you’re nothing but a needy slut, lookin’ fo’ attention” his hands travel to your breasts, pinching at your nipples. your body shudders at the feeling “p..please, hobie– “ “please? please what?” “i need you” “do ya’?” a low chuckle “ain’t that funny”

he moves one of his hands to you panties as he slowly drags them down to reveal the mess underneath. your arousal drips down your thigh “fuck me, y’re so fucking dirty. a dirty liar, that’s what y’are” hobie growls before inserting two fingers into your cunt. you grip at the sheets, a long moan dropping from your lips as you raise your ass up even more so he can go deeper. unfortunately for you, that doesn’t happen, as hobie’s fingers suddenly leave your pussy and he watches as your hole clenches around nothing, in desperation “she wants me so bad, doesn’t she?” he purrs as you whine.

with a tug at your shoulders he lifts your upped body up, making you turn around to face him “clean this shit off” he gestures before you obediently suck on his slicked fingers, looking up at him. hobie lets out a sharp breath as his dick strains against the fabric of his boxers “you hate me?” he asks when you’re done, before grabbing your jaw and pulling you closer “nah.. i hate you” and he turns you around, pushing your head back into the mattress as he slips his pants off.

soon enough he slams into you, fingernails digging into your hips as you moan in the fabric of your sheets “hob.. hobie.. ahh.. oh god!” you scream as you try to adjust to his size. it had been a long time since you had fucked him and taking him all at once was a bit hard to do. but you were so aroused you couldn’t think straight, you wanted him to fuck you so bad it quite literally hurt “strugglin’ t’ take all of me in? missed this cock, did you, you slut? fuck.. i hate you” he mumbles as he goes faster, his lips stuttering at every stroke.

you soon become to fucked out to even think as hobie’s tip pressed against you g-spot just right. you move a hand between your legs, pressing two fingers to your clit as you try to get off, moaning into the sheets “look at you, tryin’ t’get off like a little slut. wann’cum that bad?” you whine as your digits drag over your puffy clit, your insides being absolutely destroyed with hobie’s pace and the way his piercing’s rubbed against your gummy walls.

“it’s too much, hobie… please” you manage to get out as he lets out a low chuckle “you’re begin’ me now? y’can take it” and you realise he’s right, that it would’ve been so much more painful for him to pull out at that moment and leave you there, hot and bothered, unable to pleasure yourself the way he did. and you knew the reason that hobie didn’t pull a stunt like that was because he was close, maintaining his pace as he starts to fuck up his words.

“such a.. f..fuck… such a dirty whore.. i hate you.. mhm.. i hate you so much” he groans as he throws his head back, adam’s apple bobbing up and down “say you hate me” hobie says as he slaps your ass, the sharp sting making you whine “i… i hate you” another slap “say it properly” “i ha… oh god, hobie!” you scream as you feel yourself come closer to orgasming. another slap “properly” tears stream down your eyes as, with a final rub to your clit you cum all over his cock, ruining your sheets.

hobie looks down at you as you drop limp on the bed, panting and too fucked out to utter proper words. he watches as your mouth opens but no words come out and he smirks “pathetic, ain’t ya’?” you bite your lip as you close your eyes, the words finally escaping your swollen lips “i love you” and hobie’s eyes widen, his pupils dilate and his heart thumps against his chest. you raise yourself, propping your upper body on your palms as you push your ass back, fucking yourself into his cock. the action catches him off guard, making him let out a guttural grunt of pleasure.

“want you to cum in me” you look back at him, begging him to keep fucking you. it doesn’t take long for hobie to comply to your demands, this time, staying silent. you try not to think of the nature of his silence and the reasons for it as his hips snap into yours. his strokes quickly become uneven and hobie parts his lips, staggered breaths coming out from between them.

“shit..” hobie moans as he grips your hips again, body shuddering all over as he shoots his cum inside of you, watching it drip from your pussy as he pulls out. you turn your whole body around, your back pressed against the bed as you caress his cheek with one hand. his eyes close slowly while you caress his cheekbone “i’m sorry” you whisper as his eyes open again, deep dark eyes staring into yours. and suddenly, his whole expression goes all soft, eyes closing again “so am i”

“i love you, hobie” you repeat your former affirmation as he caresses your waist and pulls a blanket on top of you. his lips find their way to your forehead, applying three gentle kisses “i love you too”

© cultrise | don’t steal, copy or translate my works.

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[akwariusart]

chillin' with my bae~ his braids are so cute <3

omg that's it, i'm officially obsessed */////* neon colors are my everything ~~ is it punkflower though :-?

tool: sai/ps

#prowler miles #prowler hobie #miles 42 #hobie brown #punkflower #atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #punkprowler

[the-kr8tor]

can I make a request about prowler hobie and reader is treating his wounds?? Prowler hobie is so slept on ☹️ give my boy some attention too!

you don’t have to though 🫶🏾

Yippeee! Prowler! Hobie ❤️ thank you for requesting!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader

Word count: 1.4 k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Prowler! Hobie, TW blood, CW injury, CW violence, Hurt/comfort

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Your trainers squeak against the moist pavement. The harsh rain is battering against your coat as you try to desperately shield yourself. You hug your bag tighter as a speeding car passes next to you, the sound of hurried sirens follow right after it. The smell of burnt rubber and exhaust smoke enters your nostrils, you cough loudly from the intrusion.

One word settles in your tired mind: Home, and perhaps him too if he ever decides to come home to you tonight.

You don't blame Hobie, he's had it rough and so does the city. With the death of spiderman, anyone who has a need for quick cash or a bone to pick with the city are now roaming the streets freely. No one can stop them, the city's finest or what's left of them are either desperately trying to do their best or joining the worst. Hobie is doing neither. He has his own goals, you just wish you were a part of it too.

You miss Hobie, truly. You miss the days where your only problem was what to eat for dinner, you miss the days where you and Hobie would go out the entire night and only come home when the sun has risen with grins on your faces and laughter stuck in your throat as he kisses you silly. You miss your Hobie, but you have to embrace the prowler too, for they are one and the same.

Sniffing from the cold, fog settles near your feet. Someone whistles down the street so you turn the other corner quickly and away from them. Fear has settled in your stomach and made it into its home. As you walk faster, heavy footsteps behind you get closer and closer. They whistle out, sneering and jeering as they follow you.

With your back turned away from them, you run.

Sprinting off, you hear hurried yells after you, then gasps, and suddenly you hear fists hitting skin. Boots crunching bones underneath it, loud thumps of bodies hitting the ground. Then, silence. The quiet makes you slowly turn around.

Heart in your stomach, you see him standing over seven unconscious bloodied men. His suit whirrs, sparks fly off from the purple lights that snake along his arms. He stomps at someone's arm, bones smashed under his foot, and you notice the blood leaking off his side.

“You're bleeding.” You breathlessly say, taking a step forward towards Hobie, he turns around to face you.

The streetlight above him serves as his spotlight, and the pavement below him is his stage. His mask shines in the yellow light, the faint purple lines in place of his eyes stare at you emotionlessly. He flexes his fists, steam rises off the gauntlets like an engine.

“Are you hurt?” He asks in a mechanical voice, none of the softness you were used to, none of the teasing tone you love dearly. It's him though, under all the steel covering his body, it's him, you're sure of it.

“You're the one who's bleeding.” You finally find the courage to stand side by side with him. Placing your cold hand against the colder metal where his warm ichor seeps through, you try your best to stop the flow. “Let me take you home, please.”

“I can’t—”

“Please,” you whisper softly, that's only for his ears to hear. “Hobie, let me fix this. Come home.”

After a beat, the rain drenches you both, and he nods. “... I'll come home, just for tonight.” And it's the best thing you've heard since everything fell.

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You thank your past self for ‘forgetting’ to unlock your fire escape. He doesn't comment on it, knowing the real reason behind the lack of lock.

Hobie lets you enter first through the window while you take off your wet coat. He roams his eyes at the flat that hasn't changed much since he last saw it. The leather jacket he unceremoniously left on the back of the settee still hangs there, his trainers are still in the shoe rack by the door. His favourite mug still sits next to yours. The walls are still the same green you two once painted together. It still smells like home, it's still his home.

“Hobie?” You call softly on the couch. Patting the space beside you, you smile hopefully at him.

Wordlessly, he unclaces his boots near the windowsill, remembering how much you hated outdoor shoes inside the flat. Your heart reaches out to him at the small movement, you miss him, and now that he's standing in front of you, it's harder to not run up to him and whisper how much you missed him.

The metal of his suit creaks as he sits down. His blood stains the steel, the purple lights slightly blind you. Noticing your narrowed eyes, he shuts off the light, you smile in thanks.

“I can't treat you with the suit still on you.” You quietly say as you splash your hands with alcohol, you put on gloves and the smell of antiseptic makes you wish the circumstances were different.

“If you wanted to get me naked you could've just asked.” He teases, mask still on, voice still unrecognizable.

Instead of a giggle that he's used to hearing, you choke back a sob that you quickly hide with a calculated sniff. You give him a tight-lipped smile, hands suddenly shaking while holding on to the bandages.

Hobie takes your hands, calming you with his gloveless hands. He guides your hands to the clamps that hold his suit to his body. Silently and comfortably, he lets you take off the top part of his suit. It clunks loudly as it falls on the wooden floors, and he now realizes the lack of carpet.

“What happened to the old carpet?” He asks while you press on the gash near his hip.

“I dropped a bowl of soup, I couldn't get rid of the smell so I just threw it away.”

“You could've gotten it cleaned, you liked that carpet.”

“It's just a carpet, Hobie.” You look up at him through your lashes. “Besides, I don't have money to get it professionally cleaned.”

He knits his brows underneath his mask, “what happened to the money I sent you?”

“‘Sent’ isn't a word that I would use, more like ‘dropped off in front of my door like a stray kitten’” You sigh, blinking, “I used it don't worry, I've put it to good use.” You stop him before he could reply. “And I'm not starving, or behind on rent. Just— some people need it more than me.” The bleeding has finally stopped so you inspect the wound if it needs stitching. “I'm doing fine, don't worry about me.”

“It needs stitching, here let me—”

“Let me do this one thing for you, please.” You almost break in front of him. You want to savour the short moment with him, because if he was the one to suture it, he'll be out of the flat before you could even say goodbye. Just like last time. “Just…” you wipe a tear off your cheek, “I missed you, a lot. And I want you to just stay a few minutes longer.” You honestly tell him.

Hobie holds your face tenderly, thumb rubbing along your tear stained cheeks, the same softness that he doesn't show the people he fights night after night. They see it as weakness, he doesn't, he sees you as his reprieve from the world that wants to crush him in between its gnarled teeth.

He wishes everything was different, that everything would go back to normal where the seven don't rule the entire city, where they didn't plunge the whole city into darkness. Where he would hug you from behind as you two make dinner, where it's just you and him on the couch watching a film that makes you scrunch your face into annoyance.

He misses you too.

“Can I see you?” You ask gently as you hold his hands that's on your cheeks.

Hobie takes his hands away from your face, and for a second you think that he'll leave you right where you sat. But he brings his hands near his temples, with a whirr and a mechanical hiss, he takes off his mask, revealing the face you love so much.

There's new scars on his face, One underneath his left eye that makes your heart almost stop at how it must've felt when it was still fresh. An unrecognizable newer cut on his nose has you weeping.

“‘m doin' fine, don't worry about me, love.” Hobie holds you close, he doesn't mind the ache on his side anymore, arms around your torso, he presses you close to his heart.

“Don't use my own words against me, Hobart.” You mumble against his skin, the same word crosses your mind again, home.

“There’s the spark I miss so much,” he lays his forehead on top of yours, letting his warmth spread over to you. Home, this is his home.

“I missed you too.” You could only hope that the reunion isn't brief as you stitch him back together again.

#request done #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #the kr8tor's creations #atsv fanfiction #atsv fanfic #atsv x reader #atsv hobie #hobie brown x gn! reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x gn! reader #spider punk x you #prowler hobie #prowler hobie x reader #tw blood #cw violence #cw injury #hobie hurt/comfort #hobie angst #hobie x reader #fanfic

[jennsterjay]

Prowler Hobie x Miles

Miles calls this Hobart 'Hobs' instead of Hobie. 'Hobie' occasionally slips out though

They are both from Miles' universe (Earth-1610B)

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P-Hobie: Do you think there are other universes out there? Do you think there are people out there like me?

Miles becomes quiet as he flashbacks to thinking about fighting his uncle, fighting his alternate universe Prowler self, and running from the Spider Society after getting freed by Hobie Brown

P-Hobie nudges him.

"Ay Miles, you aight?…" P-Hobie says and looks at him with concern

"Yeah…there are other universes. But be careful what you wish for"

Prowler Hobie sees Miles looking up at the sky for a long while, then sits down with him on the rooftop and puts his arm around his shoulders.

"Ok man"

Maybe one day Miles will tell him

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They see each other at Visions and Miles avoids him until he's suddenly pulled into an empty classroom by Hobart with no one around

Miles: What do you want man!?

P-Hobie: A Truce

Miles: A truce?

P-Hobie: Yeah, a truce. No Spider/Prowler fighting at school, deal?

He holds out his hand to Miles. Miles half sighs out of relief and annoyance but grips and shakes his hand anyways

Miles: Deal

P-Hobie: Cool

Miles: Cool

P-Hobie:

Miles:

Miles: You can let go of my hand now?

P-Hobie (lets it go while looking to the side to hide his embarrassed expression): You right, my fault. See you round Spider-nerd.

Miles: It's Spider-Man!

But P-Hobie has already left the classroom. At least Miles has one less thing to worry about.

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Eventually Hobs winds up showing up at his dorm window every once in a blue moon to give vague tips and information that become useful to Spider-Man in the long run. At first it freaked Miles (and Ganke) out, but then they get used to him showing up sometimes because he doesn't rat Miles out or present himself as a threat. He's also used to other Spiders randomly popping into his dorm like Gwen or Pavitr.

It all comes to a crossroads while Miles is lounging on his bunk bed above and Ganke is laying down playing his OLED Nintendo Switch below when they hear a sound at their window. It's Hobs.

Miles jumps down and let's P-Hobie in through the window at the same time he hears a portal opening in his dorm, and you're not gonna believe this. Boots hit the ground and the faint sound of a guitar fills the air, as out of the portal comes none other than Hobie Brown. Spider-Punk.

Hobie: Oi Miles! It's been a while, you wanna crash at my place and play some jam-

Hobie then looks around at Ganke's expression, then at Miles' surprised face as he's still holding hands with Hobs after helping him in through the window, then he looks over at the teen, the counterpart himself, Hobart Brown with an even more surprised expression before trying to cover it up with a nonchalant look. He fails of course.

Hobie: Well look at who we have 'ere

Hobs: So…you're me?

Hobie: Looks like it mate

Hobs: And you're…

Hobie (walks to Miles side and faces Hobs, then holds out a hand): Spider-Punk

Hobs: Spider-Punk? That's- That's cool man

Hobie: Cheers, and you?

Hobs (shakes his hand firmly): Hobs…but you can call me The Prowler

Hobie eyes him for a millisecond with a neutral expression before changing back to his usual laidback persona

Hobie: Hah, been there myself. Nice dreads.

Hobs (somewhat suspicious): Thanks

Miles: Hobie.. what do you mean you've 'been there yourself?'

Hobie (nuggies Miles): Oi don't worry about all that, I see you can't get enough of me

Miles (looks up at Hobie with a smile): Oh please! Yall are two different people

Hobs (looks at Hobie up and down with a neutral expression): Heh you right about that

It's not like a cooler version of him just appeared out of thin air and started messing with and hugging on Miles. It's not like he's jealous or anything.

Ganke: Now there's two of em. If one of em breaks my computer again you're paying for it this time bro

Hobie: Oi I fixed it last time though didn't I, even upgraded it myself

Ganke: It exploded a month later and started a fire, we had to change dorm rooms!

Hobie: And now you have a better view! See all well that ends well

Hobs actually laughs at that and Hobie smirks. Looks like they're the same in every universe.

#punkflower #but it's prowler hobie #some scenes of them interacting #miles and him on a rooftop having an mcr moment #them bumping into each other at Brooklyn Visions Academy #And prowler hobie meeting the one and only spider-punk #ganke is there too lol #flowerpunk #hobie x miles #atsv au #prowler hobie #hobart brown #hobie brown #spider punk #miles morales #spiderman #ganke lee #atsv #across the spiderverse #jjs-writing

[hobie-enthusiast]

NO BC MORE PPL NEED TO TALK ABT PROWLER HOBIE!!! - 🕷️

— oh 🕷️ anon i completely agree and shall deliver

— cw; not comic accurate 616 hobie, a mix between him and 138 hobie, canon typical violence, mentions of making out

alright, so before a life of crime, the two of you were high school sweethearts. the talk of the school, everyone adored your relationship. voted most likely to stay together, the works. you worked like a support system; hobie having had to raise himself and needed more love than others, along with the hardships you may have faced during your upbringing. hobie originally had a really hard time letting himself be vulnerable around you, but he got used to it, letting you in to help him through what he needs to.

despite having great support, things were rough on him after high school. when he lost his job, the equipment he essentially invented for it made him turn to crime for a shot at protecting the innocent, especially you. you were essentially a victim to the terrible mistreatment of such a fascist country, being terribly poor while with hobie. with such a corrupt government, and tons of heros who defend it, it seemed to be up to him to fix it all. so, he took his inventing skills and became a villain, deeming himself 'the prowler'.

and he felt like he was protecting the people. stopping those bloody cops from hurting the innocent, or punishing officials who've done bad. he was a villain with a good cause, but not many saw it that way. they saw their beloved spider-man as the one who does the good, not some scary villain in a scary suit. essentially, the constant battle between the prowler and spider-man began.

hobie tried to keep his second life a secret from you, he really did. but the one day he was out, you managed to find his prowler suit and mask. along with that, all sorts of gadgets that seemed far too advanced for some regular civilian. upon confronting him about it, he admitted to everything. what he’s doing, who he is, and where he goes.

it’s.. tough at first. learning your high school sweetheart was a super villain isn’t the easiest piece of information to take hold of. but you stayed. you knew he was fighting for a good cause, so you kept him close to your heart. how could you not? hobie always wanted better for you, for the people, for himself. so you stuck your support, staying right by him through it all.

hobie can also find himself in a habit of stealing from large corporations. it’s his thing as the prowler. it would range from stealing food for the local shelter to stealing a nice knick-knack to gift to you. though you feel some guilt at first, it soon disappears upon remembering that these places won’t ever miss what hobie steals. they’ll just find something to replace it.

some things hobie does not do as the prowler (that normal villains tend to); hurt the innocent, steal from small businesses, cause commotion during charity events or rallies of protest, have an innocent be his “person on the inside”, kill like, anyone.

the most he would do to hurt anyone (which is government officials and fascist politicians), is beat ‘em up and give them a good talking to. he reminds them of who’s truly running this country, who’s actually the one feeding them their money, and that normal shuts them up. hobie hates the way they plead with him to not kill them, it honestly makes him laugh. he has the same reply every-time.

“you beg t’ not be offed, but kill ‘ur citizens everyday. think ‘bout it.”

even as the prowler, hobie always makes time for the things he loves. you, for one. he’s always taking you for a night in the city or to hang with his friends. dinner dates at home are a must for the week, he’ll never miss it. he eventually does propose to you, which consists of him just asking out of the blue in bed if you wanna get married. he gives you one of his rings and says, “boom, married. g’night, love.” yeah, you never got official documents. but who cares?

hobie’s other commitment lies with his band. never misses a show to play. he’s sticking with them, even as the prowler. he loves the high he gets from performing onstage for the people he fights for, listening to their enjoyment. he loves laughing with his band as they keep a high energy show going almost all night. and the best part? he sees you after his shows, warm smile on your face as you congratulate him (either verbally or with making out. your choice). he would never trade those nights for fighting as the prowler.

overall, hobie as the prowler is not like every other villain. he’s committed to doing good in the wrong way. and even when spider-man convinces him to find a different way to get his message, he never gives up. he retires his prowler costume in exchange for one that advocates loudly, leading protests and riots at the front lines. he had to admit, it was a lot more refreshing than being painted as an evil villain. plus, it help that you find this option much safer :). he’s content with life as the prowler, even after he retires the persona.

#SHORT STORY || OUT NOW !! #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv hobie #prowler hobie #hobie

[b-lizi]

Prowler Hobie

Close-ups and more info below

Funny how we discovered that Hobie was the original Prowler in the comics, which made me wondering : where is he now ? And what does he look like ? I've read the comics btw (really good UGH) and there's so much potential to work with. I'm having fun and I'm not the only one.

Here's the coat I've drew for Hobie, not the one I have in mind for his Prowler costume but just a bit of fun and fashion (Hobie "borrowed" it, of course)

The words behind Hobie are "I'm going to cut you into little pieces" which are lyrics from the song "One Of These Days" by the Pink Floyd and I URGE you to listen to it. Menacing and with a sick bass/guitar on it? Prowler Hobie.

#spiderman across the spiderverse fanart #spider man: across the spider verse #spider man across the spider verse #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #astv hobie #astv headcannons #hobart brown #the prowler #prowler #astv prowler #prowler hobie #bliziart #traditional art

[ghostingcrows]

Bunch a Prowler Hobie and Emo Pav doodles because I am in fact going insane

#spider man #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #ATSV #pavitr prabhakar #atsv pavitr #emo Pavitr #Emo Pav #hobie brown #atsv hobie #Prowler Hobie #chaipunk #goldenpunk #My art

[earfsquakez]

DOUBLE TROUBLE?

Double prowler?

(2x) prowler?

PROWLERCODE??

Idk the name 😞😞

#punkflower #spider-man #spiderman #across the spiderverse #flowerpunk #miles x hobie #astv hobie #hobie brown #hobie my beloved #atsv hobie #miles 42 #prowler miles #earth 42 prowler #miles morales prowler #atsv prowler #prowler hobie #prowlerpunk #spiderverse fanart #spiderman atsv #atsv fanart #atsv #atsv miles #atsv art #miles morales #miles atsv #42 miles morales #miles molares #hobie spiderverse

[bestbouy]

Prowler hobie and emo pav my beloveds <3

context under cut!

#goldenpunk #hobie brown #prowler hobie #pavitr prabhakar #emo pavitr #myart #across the spiderverse #chaipunk #comic

[aspenaspid]

He was a liar.

He senses it—those moments when the chasm between them widens into an abyss she can't ignore. His glances are shards of ice compared to the warmth she remembers from the other Hobie, the one she's half in love with or maybe more. He's flying blind, guided only by the scraps she's thrown him about his alter-ego, a shadow from another universe.

If only he could pry into the mind of his doppelgänger, hack into those comforting gestures—those fleeting touches, the weight of an arm around her shoulder while they endure Miguel's monologues. Then he could puppeteer her emotions more deftly. As it stands, he's forced to watch her, hesitating, her eyes seeking answers in his before her lips curve into that hesitant smile.

He gets lucky sometimes. His essence is, after all, cut from the same cosmic cloth—just colored by different shades of hell. Those instances, those fractions of seconds when their habits born of survival overlap, he sees her body language uncoil, sees her let down her guard.

Occasionally, his fingers will lift her chin after their conversations, a shared intimacy he never meant but she recognizes. And for that instant, her eyes ignite, betraying what words were never meant to express.

He toys with the idea of unraveling around her, letting his uncalculated instincts sync with her reality. But he knows the precipice he's on—that one wrong move could snap the tenuous thread connecting them, making all his sugar-coated lies worthless.

Anika's naive, but not a fool. If the discord between the two Hobies becomes glaring, even her raging passion won't salvage the wreckage.

Hobie is a man more often at war with the world than with himself. His decisions, usually calculated to the nth degree, rarely leave him in limbo. But as he lies on her bed, staring at the ceiling while she's out fighting her own battles, he's torn—wrestling with whether his newfound vulnerability is a tactical move or a desire he dares not admit.

#hobie brown fanart #hobie brown #prowler Hobie #Hobie brown prowler #hobie brown x oc

[froggyteehee]

Currently working on a Gambit x reader with some angst and Romy (title is Change in Love or something)

Then I've got a Prowler!Hobie x Spider!Reader smut (maybe)

#x reader smut #x reader #hobie x reader #prowler hobie #gambit x reader #hobie atsv #remy lebeau x reader #smut writing #upcoming #might write this #light angst

[cultrise]

nsfw ahead !

prowler!hobie who sees you, his girl, walking home after a night out with your girls and wants to make sure you’re safe as you step out into the cold night.

but also prowler!hobie who’s been so busy with his vigilante bullshit he hasn’t seen you in so long, hasn’t touched you in so many weeks… and he misses you so fucking much he can’t help but drop down behind you and wrap a clawed hand over your waist.

and surprisingly enough, you don’t flinch. you’re used to him following you around. prowler!hobie is a little bit colder than usual hobie but he’s also way more protective. the minute you heard the shifting behind you, you knew damn well your masked boyfriend was behind you, watching your every move. and the minute the cold metal claw touched the skin of your waist, sending shivers to your spine, you felt his smell hit your nostrils and your suspicions were confirmed.

“aren’t you supposed to be on patrol?” you ask softly, not turning around as you earn a distorted groan. prowler!hobie can’t help but spin you around, the pixelated eyes watching you. somehow, even behind his mask you could see the intent in his eyes “you sayin’ you didn’ miss me?”

you smile as you hand smooths his jacket out firmly, making him tense under your touch “no. i just thought you were busy” and his hands grab you closer, making your body press against his “never too busy f’you. need to make sure you’re safe”

and your finger hooks around his necklace, pulling him closer “come home with me tonight” and it breaks him. whatever restraint was in his body is long gone. and before you know it you get dragged into the nearest alley, your panties to your ankles as he buries himself into you.

prowler!hobie who wants you, needs you, craves you so badly it makes his skin ache and he doesn’t even have the patience to take his gear off. his clawed hand holds one of your thighs up as his cock works it’s magic deep inside your cunt, hitting your g-spot just right. his other hand is pressing on your lips, muffling the noises you’re making so people don’t stop by.

and ragged breaths are coming from behind the mask, which he hasn’t even bothered to take off so you can look at him — damn this man, he’ll never let you have it your way. and he’s not gonna let you complain either with the way he so aggressively ruts his hips into you, making you drool all over his glove and making your eyes stare back into your skull.

prowler!hobie who even with a mask and a voice filter hiding his identity is going to talk absolute filth to your face as he carries you to your orgasm “ya’ like gettin’ pounded by the prowler like that? fuck… being my favourite slut as always.. gonna fill that greedy lil cunt up” he chokes out as he goes faster, deeper. and what use is holding his hand over your mouth, really? because nobody in their right mind would consider the sounds of his pelvis slapping against your asscheeks as random clapping in an alley in the middle of the night.

but maybe prowler!hobie doesnt care that people hear him. maybe they should. especially when with a grunt he half-yells into your ear “fuck yeah, doll. cum on the prowler’s cock like that” as your body shakes and trembles and you violently spill your juices on his lengthy dick.

and prowler!hobie doesn’t stop until he’s bursting into you, until his cock is coated with you guys’ orgasms and he presses the top of his mask against your forehead, panting heavily. that’s finally when he decides to click the button that moves his mask’s face plates to the side, revealing your sweaty boyfriend that looks at you with piercing eyes.

prowler!hobie who instantly captures your lips, tasting the inside of your mouth as his hands move along your body. and he groans into your mouth because “fucking hell, you taste divine”. and you can’t help but pull away, a small pout on your lips as he eyes down the mess he made (which he’s definitely proud of).

“oh, now you kiss me?” you scoff as he turns his gaze back to you, a grin appearing on his plump, glossy lips “would you rather i didn’t?” you sigh, rolling your eyes “i’d rather you came back home with me tonight. i miss you” and he helps fix your clothes as you attempt to stand straight without holding the wall, your legs shaking from the whole ordeal.

“i am. and don’t roll your eyes at me, princess. if ya’ wanna roll your eyes, ‘m sure i can get you to do it again” prowler!hobie whispers as you push him away, your face heating up at his words. and you try to take a step forward but shit.. your legs aren’t working properly anymore.

prowler!hobie who laughs at your disheveled state, one hand on his hip as he stares down at you “need a hand? or a leg, if y’will?” he teases as you slap his shoulder “stop being an asshole and help me walk. it’s your fault i’m like this” and even if he laughs and makes fun of you about it, he indulges. after all, he has to make up for the past few weeks for being away, doesn’t he?

© cultrise | don’t steal, copy or translate my works.

#ahhhh im sickkkk #i love prowler!hobie fuckkkk #hobie #hobie brown #atsv #across the spiderverse #spider punk #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x reader smut #prowler hobie #prowler!hobie #𐙚 — pages. #𐙚— dreamscape.

[miel-miette]

Concept design for prowler hobie in my au w spider pink!

#prowler hobie #hobie brown #spider punk #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #hobie spiderverse #my art

[hydranomago]

Summary:

Hobie tightened the chokehold on the hero’s neck, “Then stop following me, you pillock.”

“Ooh so scary,” Pavitr deadpanned at the Prowler’s altered growl of a voice. “And what’s the big bad Prowler gonna do?” He leaned as far as his neck would go. "Kill me?”

Plot with sexual intimacy, featuring beta designed Pavitr and Prowler Hobie

[NOT UNDERAGE, IS CONSENSUAL]

#across the spiderverse #hobie x pavitr #chaipunk #goldenpunk #punkshine #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #prowler #prowler hobie #emo design pavitr #astv #spider verse #variants #fanfiction #consensual #fluff and smut #comedy and smut #smut with plot #at the end of the day they're all sillies

[jennsterjay]

Prowler Hobie x Miles Headcanons

Normally in fanarts Prowler Hobie is taller than regular Hobie, but in this au I'd like to think this Hobs is taller than Miles but shorter than regular Hobie (because every Prowler is shorter than their Spider-Man counterpart in my mind) (laughs in short Miles G)

This Hobs is from Miles universe Earth-1610B, so he's American and his style and fashion sense is more close to Miles'

Hobs fell for Miles twice. Once on their first meeting when Spider-Man webbed him up (but he didn't know it was a crush yet), and twice when he met Miles at Brooklyn Visions Academy before he found out he was Spider-Man.

This guy has so many hoodies. Does Miles eventually steal some? Yes (More like Hobs shoves some into his hands, in the name of upping his game. Totally not to give him  boyfriend hoodies of course)

After Spider-Punk meets Hobs the first time, sometimes Hobie will randomly portal nearby wherever he is and start joking around with him / pulling him into shenanigans. I imagine their shenanigans play out like regular show episodes. Sometimes Miles gets pulled in too

The first time Hobs meets Miles G (Prowler Miles) they try to act cool / see who's the coolest in front of Miles because they both secretly have a vegeta complex and immediately start talking about tech and gear and then go to G's house to play Street Fighter and Tekken (Miles laughs and knows they're both nerds and weebs). Miles G is definitely trying to play the 'gotta make sure this guy is a good match for my bro' card here, and Hobs is like 'I can't believe Miles has rizz in every universe'

Canon event theory is flaky at best, but everyone knows every Prowler is fated to create the most god awful FL studio beats known to man. Hobs tries to impress Miles by playing some of his self produced music and it takes everything in Miles not to laugh or say its trash because Hobs has the biggest smile on his face and looks proud of himself

Them falling asleep with Miles' head on Hobs shoulder on the Metro train because they're too beat from a mission to swing / parkour back to their homes (Metrooooo)

Hobs shows Miles some of his graffiti art around the city while they're suited up, and that night Miles takes a risk and trusts him enough to lead him to his secret spraypaint mural of his uncle and the other spiders at the abandoned train station. Hobs is in awe and they have a heart to heart and Hobs helps him remaster some of the art and also add his own stuff too

Hobs starts showing up more and more around Miles, and Rio and Jeff think they're secretly dating. Rio and Jeff hit Miles with the 'Son we love you no matter who you love' and 'So you and Hobs huh?' And Miles does a record scratch in his head and says 'Wait what are we talking about right now??'

Cue Hobs with the "Its a pleasure to meet you Mr. And Mrs. Morales" and then when he sees the Morales' relax more, Hobs grins to himself like 'Yeah I got this in the bag'

When they're already dating and it's Miles' birthday, he takes Miles around the city to show him graffiti murals he made of Miles' face with Sunflowers and murals of Spider-Man. He ends the date with them on Miles' rooftop and Hobs takes out his Bluetooth speaker and Hobs starts rapping a song he made for Miles (and the beats he made are actually fire this time too!!) and Miles is awestruck. He was in love before, but he's even more in love with him now.

Combined team attacks (after Hobs alignment starts leaning more towards neutral/good) where Hobs throws Miles like an arrow towards enemies or Miles uses his webs to launch Hobs up in the air to do flips and attacks and stuff to defeat the villain of the week. Cue being surrounded by enemies and they're back to back in a fighting stance and when the first move is made they fight together effortlessly and so well it's almost like they're dancing. Cue the victory poses.

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Hobs may have become the Prowler because he had to, or maybe he didn't have a choice, or maybe he did it because he had someone he had to protect, but ever since meeting Miles and being saved by his heroism, he's finally been given the one thing he's always ever wanted. A choice.

#punkflower #but make this hobie the prowler #back at it again with hobs and the sunflower 😌 #love these two lmao XD #flowerpunk #hobie x miles #prowler hobie #hobart brown #miles morales #these two show up too: -> #hobie brown #miles g morales #atsv au #atsv #across the spiderverse #jjs-writing

[juineri]

prowler hobes (´ω`)

Looks like i gave them cat ears hehe

#hobie brown #across the spiderverse #prowler hobie #spiderverse fanart #atsv hobie #hobie brown fanart #my art