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Hobie from Across the spider verse, loved the movie and Hobie
I can't believe I didn't realise it earlier
But maybe that doesn't sound that funny on English, lol
Across The SpiderVerse Memes
BRO IF BEYOND THE SPIDERVERSE REVEALS THAT PAVITR’S WORLD IS GOING TO DISAPPEAR LIKE MIGUEL’S WORLD AND HE FADES AWAY FROM EXISTENCE I AM GOING TO OFF MYSELF!!!
I was thinking about how genuinely heartbreaking it was for Pavitr’s last line in the movie to be “Is everything going to be okay?” No one responds to his question either, Gwen can’t seem to even look at him. He stands there looking so confused and sad as he watches Mumbattan be enveloped by this black hole.
My heart hurts 🥺
PAVITR PRABHAKAR MY BELOVED AND MY FAVORITE SPIDERMAN!!! AAAHHH THE ANGST!!! THE TRAUMA!!!
😭😭😭
love drawing sunshine characters in pain
Meet Spider-Ink! Basically he's the son of a famous cartoonist, and during a trip to his father's studio, a bit of ink fell on his clothes, which would have been fine if it hadn't been for the school trip earlier, where a radioactive spider bit him. The bite was infected with the ink, and it fused. The poor kid woke up the next day to see his body shifting and changing, being made of pure ink. After the initial shock, he decided to try out his new abilities by taking down a group of criminals trying to rob his father's studio. Now he swings around New Studio City, being the main hero of the city... being SPIDER-INK!
HATSUNE MIKU IS THAT YOU???
he's so scrumpty umpty and drawable I cannot stop help
Miles Morales :Double Trauma
Hobie Brown the man you are
Late Night Calls
Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 23: Can't get to sleep
Summary: Miguel misses you.
A/N: I'm just gonna go stare out of the window.
Warnings: phone sex, lube, jacking off, reader has a job which takes them away from their home on conferences occasionally, Miguel sleeping nakied, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!
Word Count: 941
Miguel shifts in bed, rolling over for the seventh time in two minutes. He just couldn’t settle, couldn’t find any position that was remotely comfortable.
He grabs your pillow and buries his face into it, inhaling your scent that still lingers on the cotton. He hates when you’re away, hates it more than anything.
He knows it’s selfish and impractical, you had an important job that you loved and it was only a few times a year that you went to a conference that he couldn’t attend with you. He’d never stop you, never voice his upset. But he misses you. Painfully.
There’s a buzz buzz buzz of his comminator and he groans, huffing and rolling over until he realises it’s you calling.
He answers quickly. “What’s wrong?”
You chuckle, “Hello to you too.”
“Baby, it’s the middle of the night-”
“Then why aren’t you asleep?”
He pauses, “I…”
“Don’t lie.” He can hear the smile in your voice.
“I’m having difficulty.” He mumbles, laying back down, his heart already calming at hearing you.
“I know.” “How?”
“Lyla called me.”
He swears and groans.
“She said you weren’t sleeping.”
“So she woke you up?” He says gruffly.
“No, I have trouble sleeping without you too.” You say soothingly.
“That’s a fucking lie, you fall asleep the second you get into bed.” He scoffs.
“No,” you draw out the word teasingly, “that’s only when you’re in the bed with me.”
He mumbles something noncomitable.
“What was that?” You laugh.
“Nothing, just grumpy noises.”
You laugh harder and he smiles, his chest growing lighter at the sound. He shifts a little, stretching and rolls onto his back.
“I’m glad you called, miss you.” He mumbles.
“I miss you too.”
“I miss you more.”
You snort and he grins again.
“I know why you can’t sleep,” he says after a moment.”
“Oh, yeah? Why?” “I didn’t fuck your brains out beforehand.”
You laugh harder.
“Hey,” he tries his best to interject some outrage into his voice, but it doesn't work.
“I think that’s why you can't sleep.” You retort.
“Maybe.” You pause, you hadn’t expected him to just admit it. “Why don’t you?”
Miguel swallows thickly, “Why don’t I what?”
“Come?”
He wriggles a little, a shiver running down his spine. “Not the same if you’re not here.”
“I am here.”
He swallows thickly.
“I think it’ll help you sleep.” You say softly.
“Okay.” He breathes out the word, fragile and quiet on his tongue. “What… what should I do?” His voice small.
“Get the lube from the bedside table.”
He nods, then adds a quick, “yeah,” as he rumages around in the top drawer and pulls it out.
“Lay back down.”
He follows your suggestions without a second thought, getting comfortable and pulling down the blankets.
“You naked?”
“Hmmm.”
“Good boy.”
He lets out a little groan at the sound of your voice.
“Put your fingers on your chest.” You say softly, his mind going a little numb as he closes his eyes and places his fingers against his skin.
“And just traiiiiill down,” you whisper.
He groans as he strokes down his chest, picturing you above him in his mind’s eye. He shivers, his muscles jumping under the feather-light touch.
“Tha’s it,” you say sweetly, “Now get your hand nice and wet.”
He moans a little as he flicks open the bottle of lube and pours a hefty amount onto his palm. The sound of the cap opening is enough to make his cock twitch and harden quickly. That was definitely something to think about later. He rubs the lube in his hand, warming it slightly. “It’s wet.” He mutters.
“Want you to make a tight hole with your thumb and fingers, can you do that?”
He nods, and then swallows, realising that you can’t see him. “Yeah, I can do that.” He moans.
“Good boy, now I want you to fuck your hand, nice and slow.”
Miguel bites his lip, whining softly. “Okay.” He holds the base of his heavy cock, positioning it so that he can press the tight little hole he made against the tip. He shivers, his legs squirming.
“How does it feel?”
“Good, but…” “But?” You smile.
“Made it too small.” He bites his lip with his sharp teeth.
“You can widen it a little, but keep it as tight as possible, okay?”
“Yes,” he mumbles breathlessly, “I will.”
“Good boy Miguel, you drag it down your cock.”
He groans loudly, thrusting up slowly in time with his hand.
“Take your time, get all the way to the bottom.”
He huffs, trying to stop his hips from bucking wildly.
“And all the way up.”
Miguel groans loudly, the deep sound of his slick hand echoing.
“You keep doing that, nice and slow.” You mutter.
He whimpers ever so slightly, his breathing catching in his throat.
After five more long, agonising pumps you whisper, “a little faster.”
“Thank you,” he shivers, picking up the pace ever so slightly.
Three more pumps, “Faster.”
“Fuck.” He misses you so fucking much, needs you there with him now to wrap your arms around him and play with his hair as you tease him.
“Faster.”
He whines again, high pitched, his balls tightening. “I’m gonna come.”
“So soon?” You tease.
“Yeah,” he whimpers, “miss you, want you, need you- oh!” He comes hard, shooting robs of warm cum all over his stomach as he cries out your name.
He breathes hard as aftershocks roll through him.
You giggle playfully. “Did you make a mess?”
“Yes.” He pouts. “A big one.”
You bite your lip. “Can I see?”
“I’ll send you a picture.”
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Hobie meets your cats for the first time.
Pairing: Hobie Brown x f!Reader / Spider-Punk x f!Reader
Word count: 1.8k
Tags: Smut Implied, Kissing, established relationship, no use of Y/N, No specific physical description of the reader.
Synopsis: your cats interrupt your alone time with Hobie.
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*I don't consent to having my work translated/published on other platforms*
Your keys jingle in your hands as you try and find the right key to your flat, you would've found it earlier, if it weren't for Hobie hugging you from behind while kissing your neck distractingly.
"Hobie, can you wait till we get inside?" You crane your neck to look at him. You sigh in pleasure.
"Mmph?" He answers while his lips are still on your skin.
"I can't find my keys, you're distracting me" you try not to move your neck to the left to give him more access to your skin, you bite your tongue instead to focus on choosing the right key.
Hobie stops kissing you for a moment to grab your key ring from your fumbling hands. "Let me try"
You miss the press of his lips on your skin when he pulls away, still reeling from the feeling, you forgot to roll your eyes at Hobie. This is his first time at your place. How would he know which key?
Click
Of course the door opens after only two tries. Hobie smirks at you teasingly.
You finally roll your eyes, snatching your keys from Hobie swiftly.
The second you're inside, Hobie attacks your neck once again, pushing you towards a wall, he cages you in his arms as he pushes the door closed with his foot.
He kisses the underside of your chin, forcing you to look at your beige ceiling. He nips and licks at your skin passionately. Grabbing the back of his neck to guide him towards your lips, you kiss him, while your free hand grabs one of his belt loops to pull him towards you, closing in the small gap between you. Heat emanates from the both of you.
Meow
A small mewl stops you both in your tracks, you both look to the side breathlessly, stuck in the same position, Hobie raises his brow.
"Oi, bruv, d'you mind? We're having a moment here" He gestures to you.
"Meoww" the orange tabby cat pushes her empty bowl in front of her. The sound of the bowl moving across your wooden floors acts like a dinner bell, two more cats appear from somewhere.
"Ah, shit, it's way past their feeding time" you look at Hobie apologetically.
"I don't mind" he pecks your lips, as if to say: we'll continue this later.
"I'm really sorry," You rub his kiss bitten lips with your thumb to swipe some sheen off them "I'll make it up to you later, I promise"
You turn your back from Hobie still holding his hand, you slowly let go when you went further in your home.
Once you're in your kitchen preparing their food, Hobie crouches down in front of the orange tubby.
"Cockblocker" he scoffs while Hobie holds out his hand for the cat to smell. The cat tentatively sniffs at his outstretched hand. Once she's satisfied, she bumps her head on his hand. She looks at the other cats then back to Hobie.
The other two follow her lead and they both sniff at him, one of them, a cream colored shorthair, moves towards Hobie's legs, she begins to circle around him while she rubs her face on his leg.
The last cat, black as the night, stares at Hobie with his bright green eyes, his eyes turn to slits as if to say - you're good to stay, but I'm watching you.
You finally head back to Hobie, Gasping at the scene in front of you.
"Oh. My. God." You squeal, quickly grab your phone to snap a picture of the adorable moment.
Hobie looks up at you "guess they like me" he gives you a lopsided smile, the previous emotion slowly dissipates around you both.
"This is a miracle, they usually don't like new people"
Hobie stands up to his full height, careful not to step on the cats. "They've probably smelled me off you before"
Heat rises on your cheeks with his implication, you cross your arms to not give away the effect he has on you. He saunters towards you, the cats run off towards their food.
"Do you have catnip on you?" You eye him suspiciously.
Hobie chuckles deeply "Nah, cats just have a natural affinity towards me" he grabs your face lovingly, "you wanna frisk me, to make sure?" He gives you his signature smirk.
You let out a breath you've been holding. He comes closer to you until he's mere inches away,
"Fuckin' hell! What is that?"
He lets you go, running towards your cat tree. Your excitement deflates.
"It's their cat tree, the employee at the pet store called it a cat condo" you huff at another interruption.
"A condo? Love, that's a full on mansion right there" he gestures toward the expansive structure, numerous branches, platforms and cubbies hang on it.
"Too much?" You wince, terrified he might get turned off by it.
"For them? Nah, I'm sure it's worth every penny" he looks at it, curious to see if he can DIY a few more floors to add to it.
"You wanna meet them formally?" He turns back around, he sees you carrying the orange tubby, her full stomach protruding.
"Yes," Hobie says a little too fast.
You bounce the orange blob, "her name's Crumpet! She's the oldest one," you whisper the next part "I adopted her five years ago"
"Why are you whispering?"
"Because she doesn't know she's adopted" you whisper back.
Hobie looks at you fondly, "dork" he softly says as he holds Crumpet's paw, "your mum's a dork" he looks at Crumpet with a smile.
"Myeow" she answers back
"I think that means she knows" you chuckle at your own joke.
"You're my dork" Hobie leans towards you for a kiss, he finds you adorable, he thinks you deserve a kiss just for that.
Before he could though, he felt movement around his leg. He looks down to see your other cat, the cream colored one.
"Oh," you clear your throat, trying to push down your excitement again. "That one is Teacup, When I got her she was so tiny she could fit inside a teacup"
Hobie chuckles at the name "Tea and Crumpets, then?"
You nod, "Yep, and that one," you point with your head since your hands are occupied, at the black void sitting on top of your kitchen counter, looking directly at Hobie. "Is Crowley!"
Upon hearing his name, Crowley drops down gracefully, he rubs his face on your leg, purring loudly.
"He's a bit overprotective, ain't he?" Hobie looks at Crowley. Crowley glared at Hobie when he spoke.
"Well, he is the man of the house" you shrug, as you sit down on your sofa.
The second your back hit the soft plush of the sofa, your other two cats ran towards you, Crowley curls around himself on your lap while Teacup sits next to you looking at Hobie, like she's waiting for him.
You notice Hobie still standing, inviting him to sit next to you by patting the space closest to you.
"Nyeow" Teacup whines towards Hobie.
"Can't say no to that" Hobie heads towards the space next to you, lifting up Teacup by her arms so he could sit closer to you. He places Teacup on his lap, she curls around herself immediately, purring loudly.
"It's a bit concerning how much she likes you" you softly say, craning your neck to look at Hobie lovingly petting Teacup.
Hobie puts his non-petting arm around your shoulders moving you closer to him. "She has good taste, just like her mum" he leans towards your lips, slowly closing the gap.
"Do you really like them? They're not too much?" You whisper against his lips before they meet.
"How could anyone not like 'em? They're perfect, even Crowley"
You laugh at his jab, "Didn't peg you as a cat person"
Hobie rubs your cheek endearingly "haven't I told you I'm a cat guy?"
Hobie guides your face towards his again, when you suddenly gasp.
"I forgot! I need to give you something" you drop Crumpet on his shoulder, while Crowley moves towards the sofa's armrest. "Be right back" pecking his lips.
"I've got it!" You emerge from the sides holding something. Sitting back down you give the small patch to Hobie.
Hobie looks at the menacing aura emanating from the arm rest. He sees Crowley perched elegantly, his emerald eyes staring directly at Hobie. While Crumpet sways her tail across Hobie's chest, still perched on his shoulders.
Hobie stares back at Crowley, teasingly smirking at the cat.
"I think he's planning my murder" Hobie points out.
"Aww he's a sweetheart, you'll win him eventually" you say while petting the void next to you, Crowley sits unmoving still staring daggers at Hobie.
"Right, what's this?" Hobie looks at the piece of cloth in his hand.
"It's a patch! I made it for you, y'know to add to your jacket" you ramble on to hide your sudden shyness.
The patch has a stitched cartoon version of Crowley holding a knife in his mouth, the bottom of the design reads- 'piss off'
"You made this?" He feels the stitches with his thumb.
You bite your lip while nodding "you like it? I saw that you have a cat patch already, so I made you another one, she seemed lonely"
"It's fuckin' gorgeous, lovey" He grabs your face in excitement, he kisses every inch of your face with a loud smooch in-between.
Before he could finally kiss your lips, he heard a hiss from behind you.
"Crowley!" You look behind you. "Don't be mean!"
"Nope" Hobie grabs you by the back of your legs, He lifts you up with ease. You gasp while instinctively wrapping your legs around his hips.
"What are you doing?" You laugh at his shenanigans.
"You're my human shield" he says while he peeks at Crowley over your shoulder.
"He's harmless" you giggle, as if on cue, Crowley raises his hips with a hiss, readying to pounce.
"Okay, maybe not" you wrap your arms around Hobie's neck while he jumps towards your ceiling. He sticks to it by his hands and feet, while you use him as your personal hammock.
"He can't reach us up here, right?" He asks you.
You peek over his shoulder to see Crowley trying to reach you by jumping, while Teacup meows upward, Crumpet sleeps on the couch unbothered.
You hide behind Hobie, cuddling his torso, the height giving you vertigo.
"Don't worry, I've got you" he pats your behind before sticking his hand back on the ceiling. "Let me kiss you better"
You lean up to look at his face, smirking in victory. "Was this a ruse to get me alone?"
"Know me so well" he chuckles against your lips. You cup his face to stabilize yourself against his body.
Kissing him back, you hear Crowley's mewls for you to come down.
A/n: Thank you for reading! Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated! ❤️
*picture above is from pinterest*
Color & mood exploration paintings I did for Spider HQ!
I only did paint and color for these - design and layout of this space is the vision of the incredible Patrick O'Keefe and all the spiders are character designs by the amazing Kris Anka!
kissing the atsv character designers directly on the lips
Hobie Brown cosplay at Anime Expo 2023 by whoachriswhoa.
pleaseplease please Beyond The Spiderverse, don't go down the same path Arcane did. PLEASE focus on finishing your fucking story instead of churning out garbage in favor of shipping content.
Happy BHM and late Valentine's Day to my mom and my mom's boyfriend
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