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Should I? Cause if I did make a part 2, it'll be smut lol I don't know how else to progress the story logically or rationally. And also, I haven't wrote smut before so it might come off as weird and poorly written, but there's a first in everything I guess and a learning experience :D
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Warning: slight gore but not that detailed, doppleganger Francis
Gender neutral reader
(NOT MY ART, I FORGOT WHOS TIKTOK THIS IS FROM BUT CREDITS TO YOU!)
"So... Is everything in check?"
A tired voice mumbled out as your eyes trailed up from the ID and entry request in your hands to the source of the sound. Tired hazel eyes stared back at you as Francis rubbed the back of his neck.
You felt bad, here you were double and triple-checking everything while the exhausted and probably underpaid milkman was there standing and waiting to be let in. But it's for everyone's safety so don't feel too bad. You gave a small smile as you handed back his paperworks. Everything seems to check out and you were going to let him in but... what's that on his uniform sleeve?
You squinted your eyes as you scanned the cuff of his right sleeve. His gaze travelled to where you were looking and with a shrug of his shoulders he lifted his hand to give you a clear view. And it is in fact blood, and by the looks of it, quite fresh too. How come you didn't notice it before?
You raised an eyebrow, one hand slowly inching closer to the danger button as you tried to be subtle and casual about it. Because what the heck? He was confident enough to show you something so suspicious without batting an eye.
"Sooo... Uhm. Anything you want to share?"
You casually asked, yet nervousness was laced in your tone. He sighed, keeping his composed and nonchalant act as put his hand down, burying it in his pocket as he dragged his free hand on his face. If he's a doppelganger then he's really going the extra mile to act or seem believable.
"Mmm. I know you're on edge."
He mumbled, gaze traveling from your hand that was ready to press the danger button to your face. Staring a little too long as he examined your features. You got a very pretty face yet it was filled with mistrust. Shame. Catching himself, he quietly scoffed under his breath. Good job Francis, already had the doorperson suspicious of you.
"But this is not what it looks like. I injured my hand earlier with a broken glass, blood must've gotten on my uniform accidentally."
He finished, not breaking the staring contest you two have started. You don't quite seem to believe that story, but it was plausible. There was a tense silence for a while before you broke it.
"Show me your wound."
You requested and again, another tense silence. He didn't look like he was going to comply. Just you and him staring down at each other. No one backing down and tearing their eyes away.
"... Fuck."
He quietly hissed and that was enough confirmation for you. You pressed the button immediately, grabbing the phone as you dialed the D.D.D. A familiar voice on the other end confirms and tells you that agents are on their way.
You sighed in relief, although that didn't last long as you heard banging on the glass pane separating you and the doppelganger. Thank God those were strong enough to withhold the assaults. You should've been shaking in your seat right now, and you were albeit not so intense, but it was the first time you came across the quiet and aloof milkman's doppel.
Hell, it was the first time you even saw Francis up front, not just out of the picture in the folder provided for your job. Out of curiosity, you raised the metal shutters to take a peek at it. And what greeted you was a snarling, red-eyed Francis. His features twisted in rage as he banged on the glass repeatedly.
"Let me in, Y/n!"
He growled, to which you shut the metal blinds again on his face in response as you heard the agents barge in. You thought it would be like last time, after a while they would let you know that the cleanup was successful and that they would be on their way back. Easy peasy, right? Oh how wrong you were. Turns out, this one was putting up quite a fight.
You could hear shouting, a lot of screaming, and the sound of something sharp slashing at flesh. Wet sounds of people gurgling in what you presumed to be their own blood... That was disturbing. You were almost too scared to pull up the shutters to see what was going on. But suddenly the noises stopped. Did they catch him? Was it finally over?
With shaking hands, you pressed the danger button off. The blinds slowly ascended and holy shit, the sight was like something out of a nightmare. It was straight up a blood bath. The agents' bodies were piled on the right side. Some missing their heads, missing their upper or lower half, and others' stomachs were ripped out and just generally shredded and torn. But that wasn't what you saw first.
It was Francis, or well, his doppelganger, with blood splattered on his clothes and a little getting on his cheek. His forearm was resting on the glass as he leaned. His mouth opened and formed a smirk as he panted, breathing heavily while glaring at you. His left hand fiddled with the blood-drenched tie on his neck.
If he wasn't a murderous doppelganger, you would've swooned. But alas, you can't have nice things in life. You blinked at him before pressing the button again,
"Wait- damn it!"
He called out but the windows were closed off again as you dialed the number quickly. Yet again, the same old thing was said, another batch of agents were dispatched. You waited, fidgeting in your seat as you heard him call out to you.
"Come on... I'm sorry Y/n, I didn't mean to frighten you. Can you open the door?"
He tried to coax you with that voice... That smooth and deep voice that sounded so tired, on the verge of begging you... Wait what-
You shook your head, patting your cheeks lightly because what the hell was that? Such intrusive thoughts are not welcome while your life's in danger!
More screaming and shouting was heard as the agents arrived and you could tell they were much more prepared than the last batch. Gunshots can be heard but another animalistic growl pulled you out of your thoughts. Everything went silent again. You stay rooted on your spot as the only thing that can be heard in the air is your quivering gasps and heavy breathing on the other side of the glass panel.
Is he still there? You thought as you turned off the danger button again. More bodies were piled up on the left corner and surprise surprise, he was still alive, albeit in a rougher shape than previously. He wasn't wearing his milkman hat anymore, letting his brown messy hair show. His uniform was missing three buttons at the top, slightly showing his chest, bowtie was nowhere to be found.
He was still drenched in blood but what stunned you was what he was doing. His form raised and dropped as he inhaled and exhaled heavily, tired hazel eyes staring back at you as his eyebrows scrunched up. His hands pressed together in a pleading manner. Is he actually begging?
Tags: Fluff, slight angst, established relationship, hidden identity, slight stalking, pinning to bed, neck kisses
Summary: Hobie and you have been dating for 10 months but you havenât met his second identity, and so when he begins to follow you around, and gift you flowers as Spider-Punk, you canât help but be creeped out. At one point he gets a bit too close, forgetting that, to you, he was a stranger, causing you to panic when a media article paints you two as a couple⌠you worry what Hobie thinks
A/n: Inspired this work by @tenaciousduckpoetry. Specifically her idea of:
âFlirtatious! Hobie who shamelessly flirts with you as Spider-Punk to the point where news articles are written about spider-punks mystery s/oâ.
Enjoy meine Lieben!
You and Hobie had been dating for roughly 10 months, although he didnât like labels he found his ways of making it clear that he still saw you as his girlfriend, and loved being your boyfriend. Youâd spend most nights at his place, cuddled up in his arms while watching a movie, or lying on his lap reading a book while he played his guitar.
You loved spending all the time you could with your boyfriend, preferring to be in his home over anywhere else. Especially since recently youâve been catching the attention of your cityâs spider-punk. Heâd often âbump into youâ during his missions, accidentally pay for your daily coffee before you even get to the cafe, youâd even catch him watching you through your windows when you were at work.
You tense when you hear a soft tap on your window, seeing as you were on the 10th story you knew exactly who it was. You turn your head and see a familiar face, hanging in a spiderweb hammock, with his head in his hands and looking at you.
You stand up and sigh, walking to the window and looking at him unimpressed. He just gives you an exaggerated wink and watches you, the soft roundness of the eyes of his mask, and the way they look into your own coming across as affectionate. As if he was looking at you in adoration.
You reach for the chain of the blind, closing it on his face. You can hear a soft huff from behind the glass, watching his shadow disappear from behind the blind. You smile and go to sit back down at your desk, hoping to get back to work.
Throughout the rest of the day you spot the spikes of his mask poking over windowsills, or can see remnants of his webs on the pillars outside the building. You try to ignore all of it and just focus on your work, seeing as it was an important project due in a few days.
When you finally leave the office the receptionist stops you, calling you over. âMrs! Before you head out, someone dropped these offâ you give her a look of confusion but she then holds up a bouquet of flowers, a variety of wildflowers, not one of them looking identical to another.
You couldnât help but immediately think of Hobie, knowing heâd give you something so inconsistent. You give her a smile and grab the bouquet, admiring it. She then adds âThe rather tall gentlemen looked quite similar to our spider-punkâ she winks at you and you blush, your smile dropping at the reveal that it wasnât from Hobie.
âO-oh?â You say and she just nods. You press your lips into a fine line, but then smile at her before leaving. âThank you Julieâ she smiles and then has you chuckling softly as she adds âOf course, more than happy to deliver your secret admirerâs giftsâ
You walk out of the building, looking around. So sure you would see him on the walls of the building, or hanging off a street lamp. But he wasnât there, you let out a sigh of relief and begin to walk to Hobieâs place.
You relaxed the more time that passed without seeing Spider-Punk. On the way home you pass by a restaurant with empty vases on the outdoor tables. You pop your head in and get permission from the owner to put the flowers in the vases.
You spend a few minutes separating the flowers into groups and placing them in the vases. You then let out a sigh, dusting your hands and walking off. You didnât want to come home with flowers from a stranger, especially when you were going to your boyfriendâs apartment.
When youâre roughly 10 minutes away from Hobieâs place, you hear footsteps behind you, theyâre quiet but get closer to you. Just when you turn your head to see who it was, Spider-Punk moves to stand in front of you. The shock of him being so close causes you to step back, pressing your body against the brick wall of a building.
His face is an inch from yours, causing you to blush a deep red as your eyes go wide. âHey loveâ he says and you swear his tone was eerily familiar⌠but you brush it off and decide to focus on getting back to Hobie. âH-hi⌠sorry but I need to go.â You go to walk off but he places a hand on the wall, leaning over you, simultaneously blocking your path.
âOh yeah?â He says and tilts his head, you watch as he eyes you up and down and your unease turns to anger and irritation. The way this stranger was looking at you had you uncomfortable. âYeah. To my boyfriendâ your tone was stern, and your expression dropped to indifference.
He lets out a chuckle which vibrates through your body, it felt teasing, almost mocking. He leans in closer, tilting his head slightly to whisper in your ear. âBoyfriend? Hm isnât he a lucky man?â The way his breathe tickles the sensitive part of your neck through his mask had you blushing again. You place your hands against the wall behind you, trying to ground yourself.
Before you could respond thereâs a flash sound next to you, turning your head you notice a few people having spotted the scene and taking photos. The flash coming from a paparazzi. Once you spot them you can hear a soft scoff leave Spider-Punk as he pulls back from your neck, turning to look at the paparazzi as well.
Itâs then that a few people run up to the two of you, asking⌠no, shouting their questions at you and Spider Punk. Ranging from âCare to comment on your relationship?!â to âSpider-Punk, whoâs this little bird?â You stand there, frozen in place, all the attention having you like a deer in headlights.
Itâs when Spider-Punk leans towards the paparazzi and says âWell⌠this here is my little birdâ that the people start shouting more questions, getting louder, but you ignore it as you look at the Spider with a incredulous expression. You scoff and then lean forward, so youâre talking directly into his ear âIâm not your bird. Iâm taken assholeâ
He turns his head towards you, and you swear you can sense a smirk under his mask, you just scowl at him and then shove him off you. It earns a few âoooâs and you then stomp off, brows still furrowed as you continue to make your way to Hobieâs apartment.
Just as youâre around the corner from his place, your phone begins to buzz. You assume itâs a message from Hobie, asking where you are, but instead itâs from a friend. A, seemingly, hastily typed message in all caps, with an attached link.
You open the message and you stop in your tracks as you read it. âOMG I LOVE HOBIE BUT I DIDNT KNOW HE WAS AN OPTION?!?â You open the link quickly, it led you to an article. You read the headline with shaking hands, causing the phone to shake as well⌠it caused your breath to catch in your throat.
âHeartthrob turns to Heartbreaker; Spider-Punk spotted with Secret Sweetheart!â You then see the photo of you and Spider-Punk from a few minutes ago. You notice how it was front page news, as you look at more news websites, and just see that photo and over again. Then reading how they quoted him calling you âHis little birdâ.
Your mind immediately thinks of Hobie⌠what was he thinking seeing this? You then start sprinting, your heart beat quickening as you get closer to Hobieâs apartment. You finally reach it, running up the stairs and going to open the door, fumbling with your keys from your nerves before finally getting it in the lock.
You swing the door open and throw off your shoes, running into his bedroom and spotting him lying on the bed. When you run in, breathing heavily, his eyes focus on you, placing his phone on the bed and standing up. âOi, love whatâs wrong? You alright?â He walks up to you, placing his hands on your shoulders.
You look at his phone on the bed and see he had the article open, you then canât help as your eyes well up. You grab his hands in yours, holding them in front of you as you begin to ramble, trying to explain what happened, your breathing turning shaky.
âHobie listen itâs not what it looks like! I-I donât know him, I donât know why heâs so obsessed with me! I swear I didnât know he was going to do that⌠he was just following me after work! I swear Hobie!â Your words begin to break, soft sobs leaving you as you feel a few tears slide down your cheeks, blazing a trail for more to follow.
Your hands were shaking, you were looking into Hobieâs eyes, desperately trying to find whether he was angry, or felt betrayed, or wanted to break up with you. The thought of losing him because of some stranger had your mind reeling âplease⌠you have to believe meâ your voice getting weaker, more quiet.
Hobieâs face drops, turning serious, and appearing guilty. âAw love⌠comeâereâ he lets go of your hands, wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you tightly against his chest. âI believe youâŚâ he rubs your back comfortingly, kissing your head as you begin to cry harder.
You close your eyes, crying into his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso, feeling safe in your boyfriendâs chest. âTake deep breaths for me yeah?â His voice was soft, trying to calm you with his words. You nod softly and then start to take deep breathes, feeling your heartbeat finally slow.
âThere⌠thatâs a good girl.â He had a soft smile on his face, looking down at you as if you were the most delicate but gorgeous thing in the whole world. Once youâve calmed down a bit, you pull your face out of his chest and look up at him. âY-youâre not mad? You donât want to break up with me?â Your questions left him speechless for a moment, his brows furrowing.
âGod no love, I would never do something so daftâ he brings a hand to your face, tucking a few stray hairs behind your ear with a smile. âB-but the article?â You go to say but he silences you with a soft kiss to the corner of your lips. He then pulls away and guides you to sit on the bed.
âStay here. Lemme show you something.â You nod as you watch him step out of the room, when he comes back⌠well, he doesnât come back. Instead Spider-Punk enters the room. Your eyes widen and you scoot back on the bed a little. âHobie?!â You call out, trying to look behind the masked man.
He then raises his hands in the air âsâalright loveâŚâ you look back at him as he takes off his mask. Revealing the devilishly handsome man that is your boyfriend. Face piercings, naturally half-lidded eyes, signature smirk⌠the whole nine yards.
You sit up and then stand up off the bed. You raise a hand, placing it on his cheek, your eyes looking him up and down. âY-youâre⌠Spider-Punk?â He nods his head, softly grasping your hand in his, turning his head to kiss your palm gently. âWhatâd I say eh? Youâre my little birdâ you feel relief rush through your body at his words.
After a bit, you began to feel slight agitation, pulling your hand away from his face and hitting his chest lightly. âYou scared the hell out of me! I really thought some stranger was obsessed with me!â He chuckles when you hit him again, catching your wrists with his hands and pulling you against him again.
âLuckily⌠now you know it was just your boyfriend whoâs obsessed with youâ you froze slightly at his words, having never explicitly said he was your boyfriend. It made you blush slightly and he smiled, leaning down and kissing you softly. You melt against his plush lips, feeling how they seemed to mold with yours.
After a bit he pulls away and then furrows his eyebrows, âWhereâd ya put my flowers?â You widen your eyes and give an awkward chuckle. âWell⌠in my defense. I didnât know they were from youâ at that he pulls away slightly, feigning a shocked expression. Clutching his chest with a hand, while putting on an exaggerated frown.
âYou got rid of em? You cheeky girl!â He then lifts you up by your waist, throwing you onto his bed. You let out a soft yelp but chuckle as he climbs over you. Grabbing your wrists and pinning them above you on the bed. âI canât believe youâ he pouts and you canât help but smile.
You scoff and then teasingly retort back âI canât believe you thought itâd be a good idea to flirt and stalk me as Spider-Punkâ He shrugs, smiling down at you. âTo be fair⌠I thought youâda recognized me. The guitar, the voice, the way I knew youâre sensitive right⌠hereâ he leans into your neck, softly blowing on the same spot Spider-Punk - well⌠Hobie - did earlier. You softly shiver and he begins to kiss at your neck, you can feel the smirk on his lips.
âNow that my secrets out⌠Iâd love to show ya all that Spider-Punk has tâofferâ
wait but imagine hobie literally falling in love with you the first time he sees you at hq. margo (spiderbyte) would be giving you a tour and he would be walking down the hallway with pav and he sees you and heâs all like đđŚđŚđŚđ and pav is looking at him like â uhâŚ. you ok ?â
pavâs asking hobie something about love, something clearly important to him, rambling about how he thinks him and gayatri may potentially be soulmates, frantically interrogating him on his own thoughts on such a thing. heâs trying to produce some response that neither denies nor accepts such a possibility, open-ended, a reply that will only raise further questions, further debates. heâs just about to speak, beginning his long-winded answer, (if it is an answer at all), but then he sees her.
sheâs a new recruit, trailing in margoâs wake. sheâs carrying⌠poetry, he realises, and some sugared sweet in her spare hand, nodding along to her induction. and he can barely explain it, the immediate feeling, the fact that he feels tethered to her, instantly, drawn in by her obviously gentle nature. sheâs a dream, a fantasy, exuding pure compassion, a stand-out amongst the other spiders. he adores it, adores her, as soon as his gaze connects with her own, infatuated without even as much as a greeting. pavâs frowning at him, puzzled, and he can feel it, but he canât recall the words that he only seconds ago had so thoroughly planned; not when sheâs politely smiling his way, that dead weight in his chest alleviated at the mere sight of it, something in him weakening, newly exposed.
âhobieââ
regretfully, slowly, he tears his eyes away from the newcomer, if only to prove his interest in the conversation, how he was simply distracted, struck by desire.
âhobie, are you alright?â
âiâmâŚâ heâs grinning softly, vague, possessed â he realises he has his answer, one that might convince pav that heâs feeling somewhat ill, one that could just counter all that he has said before. âyeah. yeah â iâm just fine mate.â
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Let it be a jealousy kinda thing I haven't seen much of Hobie being jealous
âIâll Show You Jealousâ
Hobie Brown aka Spider-Punk x female spider-woman reader. (he calls her âwebsâ)
Trope; best friends to lovers
Warnings; 18+ Smut! NSFW. Jealous sex, it starts quite rough then ends soft. Hobie being Hobie- but jealous ;) slight fingering.. mostly smut yâall .
Summary: Being best friends shouldnât have any feelings in between right? Especially jealousy when Hobie thinks your hanging around too close to a certain Spider-Man? What does it take for him to come to terms on how he âreallyâ feels?
Authors note; My favorite anon!! Iâm sorry it took me a few days to get this out, but Iâm glad to say itâs all yours now! I hope you like it, Iâve never written for Hobie before!! Enjoy love!!đŤśđźđť
âYou see? Thatâs why I think youâre one of the funniest! Youâre hilarious and you get my humor!â
An effortless chuckle left your lips as your hand slipped off of Ben Rileyâs back, where it had been first when you patted it.
You two had just come back from a short mission, which was as per usual⌠putting an anomaly where it belonged, and making sure canon took place as it should. Hobie stood in the distance watching you both communicate so freely and happily, like if you had been best friends, like you were with Hobie. I mean, thatâs all you too should of been.. best friends.
But in the pit of his stomach and behind his tough and sarcastic behavior about not liking commitment, all he wanted to do was commit his life to you, and make you more than his âbest friendâ. The only thing was.. he didnât know how to tell or show you. So painfully he witnessed you give away your laughter and touch to someone else, if not others that werenât him. So to avoid staring at this heartbreak, he went back to his universe.
Soon you had let Ben go and looked for the one that made you smile the biggest, warm your heart, and give you a certainty of safety and care no matter what crazy shit you two did. But, he was no where to be seen. A frown made it to your lips after you had checked everywhere, you even went up to Miguelâs lair to check if Hobie wasnât lurking around and stealing his lunch- and yet, he wasnât there. You sat for a minute and thought that maybe he went home, but⌠he always waited for you to come back from a mission, so you could eat together and go on a short âjoy swingingâ across the universes.
Hoping youâd find him at his universe, you clicked on your gizmo and went to his place, falling in love with the aesthetic of it all as you arrived, and it reminding you of every detail about Hobie too. You swung around his home- he wasnât there. At his favorite hideout clubhouse- he wasnât there. Even stopped by the stand where he usually took a sweet bread or two without being seen- he wasnât in sight. Finally stopping to take a break, you thought for a few seconds before it clicked for you.
âWhat the hell⌠where could you- oh! I know.â
What concerned you though about the place where he could possibly be, was the fact that you told each other that youâd go there if something was wrong or âa talkâ needed to happen, meaning it was very serious.
Upon arriving to the tallest skyscraper in your universe, you let out a sigh of relief as you found him there, playing a soft tune on his guitar.
You walked slowly towards him, knowing heâd feel your presence, as his spider senses would tell him immediately. You slid off your mask as you called out,
âHobie?-â
Hobieâs shoulders tensed as he muttered immediately,
âJusâ leave me be⌠please?â
Worry but you as you heard him, his slightly broken voice,
Heâs never told you to leave him alone, instead the opposite, always subtly begging you to be around his presence, whether it was him lurking around with your favorite snack, or playing your favorite songs on his guitar. Hobie was smart, he found out ways to keep you around that didnât include him actually telling or asking you to be⌠and so far it has worked like magic.
It was your smile that had him loosening up, the little squeals you let out when Mayday was being extra adorable, puppy eyes at the sight of kittens or his favorite of all time, your mere presence that gave him motive to fall for you.
With you he felt free and safe, he knew heâd give up an entire universe if that meant he could be with you. But lately as youâve been given more privileges, youâve been a little too absent for his liking, and he didnât appreciate how you were hanging around Miguel and Ben Riley more than him.
Trust was something you too have built quite strongly sense the start of your friendship, and he shouldâve confided in that trust and believe that you havenât ghosted him for someone else⌠yet here he was⌠sadly plucking on his guitar strings to your favorite tune- âVigilante Shitâ⌠thinking that maybe you have.. but here you are. Speaking out to him as if you were desperate for him.
âHobie please, I can help-â
âHowâd you know Iâd be here?â
With a scoff you recalled your guysâ words,
âWe said weâd come here for something important.. and today I couldnât find you anywhere.. so I thought this would be the place.. and here you are. So, whatâs wrong Hobie?â
He then stood up and mumbled to himself,
âItâs nothing, I shouldnât of come.â
Your spider senses heard him clearly tho, so before he was about to walk off you genuinely said,
âHobie.. you know Iâm here for you. Regardless of what it is.â
Hobie turned to you and walked close, watching how you didnât walk back but stayed in place as his sassed,
âAre you sure? Didnât think youâd be after being with everyone else all the time.â
You sensed his words, and could feel the weight of jealousy in them, it only caused you to realize that he felt just as protective of you, as you did for him⌠but you hid your jealousy better. So you took the chance to tease him,
âAre you jealous Hobie Brown-â
Rolling his eyes and crossing his arms he pouted defensively,
âNo. Absolutely not-â
You tried to tease him more as you pushed the guitar on his shoulder,
âThen whatâs wrong? Looks like you are jealous-â
He sent a playful snap at you so you wouldnât touch his treasure as he did his best to reassure,
âTisâ nothinâ webs⌠I promise.â
His closed off attitude told you it was more than nothing, and you wouldnât have it.. not his half or full lies about whatâs going on. Hobie was about to walk away past you, but you grabbed his arm and insisted,
âHobie! If you donât do or say something about whatâs going on with you I will explo- MMPH!!â
His warm hands got a hold of your face, pressing a harsh kiss to your lips. Eyes going wide open at the shock his actions caused you, but you couldnât pull yourself away.
Not when you could see the way he had his shut with force, and the how his long lashes that you were always jealous of brush over his cheeks⌠you couldnât deny how much you loved every detail about him. Your heart fluttered at the feeling of the cool of his nose ring press up against your nose, and his soft breathing hitting you, his lip ring marking a place on your lip as he gave you a bruising kiss.
You didnât realize how long it took you admiring what youâve always loved about him before you reciprocated the kiss, brining him closer to you by the collar of his jacket. But he slightly pushed you away, and before you could interpret something wrong, he muttered against your lips,
âyou think Iâm jealous webs?â
With a short chuckle you replied with sass,
âI think youâre very jealous Hobie.â
He smirked and webbed you your hands in an instant, your eyes found his with matching glares, filled with desire. He then put you to lay on the edge of the building, your head leaning off as he growled,
âIâll show you jealous.â
With expert hands he was able to find your hidden zipper and slide down your pants along with your panties, enough to free your cunt for him to touch. Your hands as they were webbed up, hung off the edge, dangling down, stretching you a bit. Hobie pulled you close to him by gripping your thighs tightly, then he tore the web off your wrists with the pick for his guitar.
You were just about to reach for him, but he pushed you back once again, and laying his pick between your teeth as he ordered,
âLove, you keep that there safe for me.. and these hands.. hold onto the edge⌠donât touch me until I tell you.. understood?â
You nodded once, taking all his commands in, wanting to meet them all, but Hobie hovered his face over yours and asked calmly,
âWords love.. do you feel ok and safe?â
You knew if you had a problem with something heâd adjust the universe to your liking, but right now you felt good and desperation. So you worded with the pick in between,
âI feel gooâ.. I just wanâ you⌠I neeâ you.â
Pressing a hard kiss to your lips, feeling his favorite metal pick touch him, it stirred him on to take you now. His fingers found your cunt and stuck two in, going knuckle deep as your were soaking and taking him smoothly. With pride he watched your face contort in pleasure, the most beautiful moans leaving your lips because of him.
Your chest heaved for air as he pumped harder and faster, wanting you to come apart by his hands. The beauty of the city lights below you couldnât compare to you, you were far too bright and gorgeous, so many things at once you were and yet, you were the most fit and complete person he had ever seen.
Your walls squeezed around his fingers, informing him you were near as your moans turned into cries as well. He teased you a bit as he slowed the pace, hearing you cry for âhimâ had him groan and feeling his pants tighten more.
âH-Hobie! Ah please! Please-â
âWhat do you want love-â
âMore! More please..â
Your eyes teared up as you cried for him, wanting to feel more of him as he had spurred on your high then took it away. He sucked on his fingers, letting out a moan,
âSweet as always love.. never doubted you..â
Hobie then kissed your face, letting you taste yourself on him as he took the pick from your lips and he unbuckled his pants, sliding them down as he worded to you,
âCâmere love.â
Latching onto him as your arms wrapped around him, he pulled you up into his lap, sitting where you were at the edge, while looking up to you as your face was almost right at his. You both were breathing hard as you ran your hands through his hair and rested the other on his neck, Hobieâs hands exploring your back and thighs while kissing your neck. It was an all new sensation you both felt, not wanting to end it and growing addicted by the second. Hobieâs cock rested between your thighs, hitting his stomach and leaking precum, it had you reaching for it and playing with the red tip. He pulled you in for a kiss as you began to take him into your hands. His hips bucked up as your hands slid up and down his large length, spreading his cum and rubbing the tip with your thumb. He was getting to his high not so slowly, your hands bringing him on faster than he thought, so he abruptly stopped you with a pleading voice,
âPlease love, need to feel you.. ready?â
You were already lifting your hips over his tip as you responded,
âIâm so ready.â
It wasnât long before you slid down on him, your soaked walls taking him in right away. Once he bottomed out you both knew deep down, that you wouldnât last long.
He was so deep, his tip touching your cervix, Hobie picked you up as he gripped your thighs tightly, then he slid you back down, groaning into your lips at the pleasure he instantly felt. Hobie didnât care and wasnât afraid of the position he was in, as he sat at the edge of the skyscraper, with you in his lap taking all of him. He confided in his strength to withhold you, and make you feel good more than anything. You than began to bounce on his cock, letting out whimperâs and mewls when you slid back down, feeling the stretch overtake you. Hobie helped you speed up as he took control and moved his hips to meet you at every thrust. Warmth began to seep into your core again, but burning more this time. You pulled Hobie closer to you as you begged,
âI need you more- please!â
âI know my love.. me too.â
Hobie needed the same, and fully take control, so he changed positions and laid you on your back, wrapping your legs around his waist. You held onto his hands as they were above your head, and took a deep breath as you prepared for what came. With locked gazes, Hobie pulled back and thrusted into you right away, loving how you responded to him so well by clenching around him and moaning his name. Little by little he picked up his speed, knowing you both needed your much needed release, warmth engulfing you both as well as a passion for more.
Hobie railed into you now as he asked in between pants,
âWho do you belong to love?â
Breathing out a moan when he hit a particular spot, you cried out,
âY-You! You Hobie!!â
Letting go of your hand to hold your hips down with extra force, Hobie punctuated each word with a harsh thrust,
âYou. Sure. Love?â
Hitting your cervix every time had your toes curling and backs arching to him while you whimpered,
âYes!! Iâm yours Hobie Brown!!â
You could feel him throb inside of your walls, as you clenched around him, nearing your release. Hobie could feel the release nearing too, your warm walls taking him in and milking his precum into you. Now all he desired in that moment was for you to let go for him, and only him. Increasing his speed and piercing his grip into you, Hobie demanded with a sweet but firm tone,
âBeg for me love.. t-tell me who it is that is making you co-come.â
Doing his best to hold on a bit longer, Hobie awaited your answer, pleading from his heart that itâd be soon as he wished to claim you already and paint your walls with him. You clawed his back and pulled him closer, kissing his earlobe you then panted and moaned into his ear,
âOnly you can Hobie.. please- ahh! Make me come- please please Hobie!â
His jealousy for you along with a new unlocked sensation⌠possessiveness, had him wanting to here you beg more.
âBeg me to make you come-â
He then lowered his hand to your clit, and began to rub tight circles around your bud, urging you to cry out in a desperate tone, tears evident that you were desperate.
â-AHH!! Oh Hobie! Please- please baby make me cum! Only y-you can!! So p-please!!â
Letting out a deep breath Hobie moaned into your hair,
âCome my love, come wiâ me.â
Feeling him pulsate along with his sharp thrusts, had you coming undone under his arms, coating his cock with your juices. Hobie brought you in for a deep kiss when he came, swallowing yours and his moans as he then slowly rode out both of your highs, wanting it to last a little longer. He was the opposite from how he started, which was rough⌠but now he gave gentle strokes, only pulling away when you told him it was too sensitive now. You were both out of breath and pulling away at once to catch some air, your chests touching from how close you were but also how much air you were taking in. Hobie gave your forehead a short but meaningful kiss before pulling away, but instead you pulled him in for a hug, hiding your face in his neck as you reassured him,
âIâll only and always be yours Hobie Brown.. I promise.â
Hobie squeezed you tight and was grateful for your embrace, and he ran his fingers through your hair, as he returned the promise,
âIâll be yours too love.. forever.â
Your eyes twinkled, as he confessed,
âIâm sorry I never made it clear webs.. but I do love you⌠very much so.â
With a soft peck you replied,
âI love you too⌠I always have Hobie.â
In a silence you too held each other, satisfied with your actions, more in love and thriving for more days like this to come.
Maybe this love making session was unexpected and out of the blue for the both of you, but it felt so right, and so good. A little breeze of wind then brushed by, causing you to shiver a bit in Hobieâs arms, a second didnât go by when he suggested,
âLetâs get us home yeah? Donâ want ya to get cold lovieâŚâ
Carefully he helped you put back on your suit, being extra touchy but extremely gentle as he zipped you up (but he didnât do this before taking a look at your- his cunt now dripping from his cum.
Soon you too helped Hobie with his pants, and getting his guitar safely back into his hold. Both slipping on your masks, you were ready to swing home, but your legs were a little to wobbly for your liking. Hobie caught the slight stumble before holding you up and telling you,
âIâll carry you home.. on my back lovie.â
With you tightly secured around him, he took off and swung towards home, going through the city so you could have the last look of the city night lights⌠as he knew it was one of your favorite parts of being Spider-Woman. Efficiently he swung by a stand full of flowers, plucking one off and easily giving it to you, a smile made it to your face as the rose was given to you with a brush of his hands touching yours. You blushed hard like if it was the first time he touched you, and hadnât just made love to you on the tallest building of your city.
You never felt fear as you embraced him with the rose in your hand tightly. You trusted Hobieâs skills as you had seen them be incredibly strong and capable of much, while swinging heâd collect something heâd like and hand it to you.. so far you have 3 different flowers and a lollipop. Hobie had sticky fingers.. but you didnât mind it, he wasnât selfish with his findings.
It didnât take long when you finally arrived at your balcony, he made sure your feet were flat on the ground before letting you go. Walking into your dark home didnât feel lonely and filled with void like before, now you held Hobieâs hand tight as you led him to your room, wordlessly telling him you really wanted him to stay the night, if not forever. You both jumped into the shower wanting it to be quick, your night having been long and you both were craving to lay down in one anotherâs arms. Hobieâs hands never left your body as he helped you scrub down, he never looked at you like youâre a piece of meat.. but as if you were such a treasure to behold. It didnât matter about your battle scars or the shape of you, he was now addicted and more in love. You treated Hobie the same way, wanting to show him that you indeed wanted him and him only, asking him questions about how he does his hair and wanting to memorize his steps to keep his styled hair in tact (as you loved how his hair looked) Drying off in fluffy towels, and sharing the air-blow dryer, you too were soon ready for bed. Hobie lifted you up from the thighs and carried you in, laying you down gently and pecking your lips all so romantically, before plopping himself on top of you. A breathy groan left your lips as he cuddled into your stomach, acting innocent and slightly ignoring how he had dropped onto you. He made sure he was in a good spot, not wanting his hair to be in your face, but close enough where you can rub his head. Soft kisses were given on your tummy as he worded again and again, softly yet possessively,
âYouâre mine.. all mine. This body, your heart⌠you. Right baby?â
um hobie definitely would love for his s/o to paint his nails. like I donât think he would go out of his way to beg for you to do so, but if you offered he would def be like âsure, donât see why not.â even letâs you pick out wtv color you want, like it doesnât have to be black, it could be a cutesy yellow or blue (I feel like heâs secure within himself enough to not be one of those men that would fuss about it yk?? like heâs in touch with his feminine and honestly couldnât give a shit what smb else would have to say abt it).
like letâs say you just got some new polish from the beauty supply store, a cute vibrant blue and a mute sage greenish, and ever since you purchased them youâd been thinking about painting hobieâs nails. youâd come up with this whole plan about how to ask, and even thought about begging a bit if he refused, maybe a cute little pout to guilt him into it, but to your surprise he didnât even put up a fight ??? just told you to get out whatever color you wanted and start painting.
âhobieeeeee!â you drawled on, crawling on the ďżź mattress below you, wiggling your hips once you reached hobieâs lap. peaking out from behind his phone, he raised an eyebrow in curiosity, allowing you to take his fingers and pry them from his device.
âyeah? whaâ you what?â he quirked his head to the side, eyes trailing the slight lift of your shirt, revealing the dangling belly piercing he gave you about 3 weeks ago.
âI was wonderinggg if you would let me..â you inched closer to his face, pouting your bottom lip.
âget on witâ it love, donât got all day.â hobie watched as you inspected his ďżźcuticles, growing impatient at your stalling (andďżź partially because he wanted a kiss, but you were too busy ďżźogling ďżźat his fingertips to notice).
âcan I please paint your nails?â you asked, playfully batting your eyelashes.
âeh? thatâs all you wanted?â hobie rolled his eyes, shifting his hips toďżź scooch you closer to his abdomen, âwhaâ color are you thinkinâ?â
âwait really? all I had to do was ask..?â
âyeah? I donât care bout none of that stuff, long as you like the color.â he trailed circles on your palm, gaze lingering at your glossy lips, licking his own at the sight.
you squealed in delight, intertwining your fingers with his own, âso I was thinking this cute navy blue I got! I donât think sage would suit you as well, but I kind of want to match too because that would be so cute!!â you droned, listing out the possibilities.
âmhm.â hobie hummed.
âbut maybeâŚbecause I have this dark red in my nail cabinet that I think would look good! just screams you.â you continued.
âmhm.â hobie tightened his grip on your hips.
âbee? you listening?â you leaned your head to the side, blinking at his gleaming gaze.
âyeah yeah, jusâ come gimme a kiss.â he mumbled, pinching your chin, dragging your face closer to his.
Inspired by a TikTok sound that I forgotđ You're the mentioned Black Cat anomaly lol
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Miguel covered his eyes with a hand as he sighed in frustration, shaking his head. One glance at him and you'll know it won't take long before he starts to go on a rampage. Meanwhile, Hobie was sitting on a chair on the other side of his desk, arms crossed as he had a perplexed look on his face. Rewinding his encounter with you in his mind.
âSo...â
Miguel slowly and calmly said, taking a deep breath. He removed his hand from his face and placed it on his hips as he used the other hand to lean on his table.
âHow the hell did the anomaly get away?!â
He groaned, almost yelled, in a very irate tone while glaring at Hobie. His task was simple, locate and catch the Black Cat anomaly and bring them back to the right reality as soon as possible because they were becoming quite bothersome and annoying. And yet, he failed. Hell, Miguel could've easily done that himself so Hobie not completing the task made him frustrated to no end.
âI let them go.â
Hobie simply stated as he leaned back on the chair, his lips slightly tugging to an amused smirk at Miguel's state. Miguel's eye twitched before he growled at him, his fangs visible. Oh boy, he was really irritated. Hobie sat up a little straight as he raised his hands slightly up in both surrender and defense.
âI let them go because shit got weird okay?â
He defended himself, the perplexed look on his face earlier coming back. Miguel raised an eyebrow at him as he crossed his arms. He made it clear that he wasn't amused but wanted to hear his reasons.
âI had them cornered and we were fightin' like normal,â
He continued, crossing his legs and getting comfortable on his spot.
âbut something unexpected happened. So one thing led to another-â
With every word he says, he gets more animated. His hands move around as if to prove a point. At some point Lyla appeared on Miguel's shoulder, her chin resting on her hands as she nodded along to Hobie. Engrossed in his story.
â-and my hand ended up wrapped around their throat, yeah?â
He paused to see if Miguel and Lyla were following his story and not lost yet. Miguel rolled his eyes in response as Lyla enthusiastically nodded.
âThey look me dead in my pupils, into my soul,â
He pointed two fingers to his eyes, his face dead serious at this point. But his tone revealed that he was still stunned at what happened.
âand says, harder.â
he deadpanned. Silence enveloped the three for a good 5 minutes before Lyla bursts out laughing. Miguel stared at Hobie while Hobie shrugged his shoulders, a smirk growing on his lips. He was still shocked by your words, yeah, but he was also amused at the same time. Miguel- not so much as he was stone-faced.
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There will be a continuation, I'll post it when I'm done writing, might make it a series or just a very long one-shot lol
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âCome on, man. We promise you'll enjoy yourself!â
His mates tried to convince him, much to his amusement. A chuckle erupted from his lips as he cleaned his electric guitar, not sparing them a glance.
âPiss off.â
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Bodies pressed and grind against each other while you made your way toward the mini bar across the room. The loud music blaring and almost bursting your eardrums, flashing lights making you slightly dizzy. The smell of sweat and alcohol mixed in the air as you squeezed through the packed dance floor.
Once you arrived, you immediately sat down on a stool, sighing in relief. Your feet were killing you, a result of your nonstop dancing for the past half an hour. Placing your arms on the counter and resting your chin on the palm of your hand, you surveyed the crowd for your friends.
Knowing them, they have either gone home with someone or are still in the club doing who knows what. And quite frankly, you hoped one was nearby because you definitely don't trust yourself to drive, let alone go home by yourself.
Eyes roaming past different unfamiliar faces, your gaze suddenly locked with someone. A very handsome and intriguing someone who you have caught multiple times eyeing you. His lips twitched into a smirk, too confident for your liking as your eyes connect. His relaxed and smug nature gives you the impression that either he's a womanizer or just plain trouble.
He strode towards you, causing you to raise an eyebrow at him. You turned your head to instead pretend to observe the drinks in front of you but felt his presence arrive by your side. He casually leaned on the counter, a smirk still plastered on his face as his deep and husky voice drifted to your ears. He's got an accent? Cute.
Kinda sucks and not proofread lol, inspired by the song above
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âI miss you.â
â...Hobie?â
A deep voice you knew all too well and loved said on the other line. Was he drunk again? His speech was a little slurred. You hear shifting and heavy breathing before his voice spoke out.
âYeah luv, it's me. Can I...â
he paused. You hear him take a deep breath before continuing. Now not requesting, but stating.
âI'm comin' over.â
You felt your heartbeat quicken at his words. You were nervous. Why the hell were you even nervous? It wasn't the first time that he called you for a hookup. And it certainly seems like it wouldn't be the last. But both of you promised each other that last week was going to be the end of it. Guess it was just a hoax.
âThe door's open.â
You replied as you hung up. You sighed, running a hand through your hair. This will be the last time, you swear. You walked into your bedroom, sitting down on your bed as you contemplated. You knew that both of you were catching feelings. He knew it too. In fact, that was the main reason why he called it off. He didn't wanna get attached.
You had an agreement at the beginning of your... 'relationship'. You two were seeing each other purely for pleasure only. Just for some casual fun. No feelings involved, no strings attached. None, zip, nada. If one starts having an emotional connection towards the other, then the deal's off. His words, not yours.
And yet, even with his apparent dislike of getting attached, he always came back to you like an obedient dog on a leash. No matter how hard he tried to control himself, no matter how many others he was fucking to replace you. It was just useless. No one can take your place. Guess who's eating his words now.
You were like a drug that he couldn't quit. He's desperately trying to get you out of his mind, drinking himself to oblivion just to forget you. Convincing himself that he doesn't love you. Trying to not love you.
But guess drunk thoughts tells the sober truth as he found himself in front of your door at 1 in the morning. Just one more for the last time.
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