Thinking About Hobie Browns Slow-but-sure Tactics To Get You To Turn Full Rebel.

★ thinking about hobie brown’s slow-but-sure tactics to get you to turn full rebel.

thinking about how hobie will invite you to his piercing and tattoo appointments, to both gauge your reaction to a potentially new look (he’s always gassed after a new piece of jewelry or tattoo design) and nudge you to get one with him. he’ll try and coerce you with the promise of you looking stunning and sweet sentences like “it’d suit you perfect, yeah?” he’s only managed to convince you once, and that was when the two of you got matching nose rings. he’ll even do you the honor of buying a tattoo or piercing kit and doing it himself, if that makes you more comfortable.

thinking about dancing subtly with him anywhere and everywhere he happens to hear music, him telling you there wasn’t a good reason to be embarrassed about it because society looking at you like an idiot means nothing to him and it shouldn’t mean anything to you, either - in his apartment from a stereo, at a concert with deafening riffs and heart-pounding melodies, even in a convience store, when one of his favorites just so happens to trickle through the speakers.

thinking about how hobie brown is a rule-breaker, and will not subject himself to a boring meeting with miguel o’hara and his fellow spiders if he simply don’t feel like it. how he’ll take you by the hand or hook your arm with his or sprawl his lanky body over your shoulders and drag you away with a loud “yeah, we’re out. fun while it lasted,” to find something that will better suit his spontaneous whims.

thinking about his raw impudence and how, for better or for worse, he’s rubbed off on you. how he won’t hold back his snickering when he hears you quip back at miguel, the others standing speechless in a room of stunned silence, save for your boyfriend’s giggling. hobie relishes in the confused twitch of the older spider’s thick brow, flattened in a ‘what the hell did you just say to me?’ fashion. you and o’hara (who refuses to lose a verbal battle to someone who doesn’t know half the things he does) sass each other pretty another often after that, though the spiderman, knowing, curses hobie for corrupting you and molding you into another headache.

thinking about the goosebumps he gives you when he lifts you up or grabs you from behind, the wicked laughter that follows after you slap his arm and tell him that scared you! he tells you, “nah, you gotta live a little, sweets. ain’t you just lucky to have me, mmh? i’m gettin’ you to live. break you outta that shell, you little scaredy-cat.”

thinking about hobie brown, and how he only wants to see you happy and thriving.

am on my knees for jealous/possessive!Hobie x reader? maybe he’s a lil mean at first but by the end he’s very soft 🥺 <3

god I have a weakness for possessive and clingy men— shit

✫ ;: .. JEALOUS BOY / hobie brown

jealous!hobie; kinda bad representation of his iconic accent; poor new peter :( cute lil kiss and confession

Hobie’s gaze was narrowed, the most focused he thinks he’s been, as he watches you speak with the new recruit. You’re smiling at something he’s said, as you then begin to laugh. Stop laughing. Not for him.

Hobie swiftly moves towards you both, swinging his arm over your shoulder as you turn your head. “Hey, babe.” He grins, seeing your small smile.

But you shrug him off, gesturing to the new recruit. “Peter, Hobie.” You gesture from Hobie. “Hobie, Peter.”

“So, another one ov’ ya.” Hobie eyes this new Peter, with a harder gaze.

“Oh, so this is Hobie?” New Peter says, making Hobie shift his gaze to you.

“Ya talked ‘bout me?” Hobie spares you a side smile, as he bumps your shoulder.

“I said like one thing.” You scoff, crossing your arms.

“Mhm, what?” Hobie felt a little calmer after hearing that he was mentioned in your conversation. You look away, shaking your head. “Aw…ya goin’ all shy now?” He fake pouts, poking your side.

You slightly jolt, shifting your gaze to him. “I only said how loud your guitar can be. And that Peter should be wary of it.” You say, walking closer to said Peter. “Come on, I’ll show you to Spider-byte, she’s knows a shit tonne bout this place…” your voice drifted off as you brought new Peter down the path.

Hobie’s smile had dropped when you began walking away from him. But he focuses on the fact that new Peter will be gone from your side once the walk around was over. He held onto that fact.

;;

Which turned into not a fact at all. Because when he knew that your little tour would be over he still saw new Peter by your side. Oh no, no. Hobie didn’t like that one bit. So he yet again finds himself by your side, snatching some food off your plate, as he fluidly swings one leg over the bench.

“So, I take it you two are friends?” New Peter asks, shifting his gaze between you and Hobie.

“Eh.” You shrug, to which Hobie grabs your wrist—which held the food you were gonna put in your mouth—as he brings it to his mouth instead. “Hey!” But he keeps your wrist close as his lip ring slightly brushes the tips of your fingers, eating the entire thing, as he leans back, raising his brows.

“Don’t say ‘eh’.” He imitates you, hooking his arm back around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him—his legs still spread over the bench, meaning that your side ended up right against his chest. He looks back to new Peter, making his arm over your body a clear statement to him. “Yeah, we’re friends.”

New Peter finally notices Hobie’s hard expression, as his smile slightly drops, but then you’re directing his attention back to you. “And he’s an annoying little British boy. Trust me.”

Hobie shifts his gaze back to you, grabbing your chin to look at him. “‘Lil Bri’ish boy’?” He quotes in disbelief.

“Annoying little British boy.” You correct, managing to slide back across the bench and out of his grasp. “So, make sure not to get caught up in his web.” You chuckle, as new Peter joins, looking back to you.

“Ya makin’ me sound like a spide—oh.” Hobie realises, giving you a look. “Ya real funny, babe.”

You give him a teasing smile, as you continue to eat, going back to your conversation with the new Peter. God, would you stop talking to him? It wasn’t required anymore, so why were you? Did you like him? Hobie hoped you didn’t plan to make a new friend. And certainly not make something more.

;;

It happened again. You were with him again. Hobie watched as you stood beside new Peter, talking again.

You were all there for a mission debrief. But that didn’t mean you had to stand so close. Hobie promptly reaches you, jaw clenched as he caught new Peter’s gaze. “New Peter, hey man. How’s ya first few days been?” Hobie’s words a sickly sweet, making new Peter gulp.

“His name’s just Peter.” You say, glancing at Hobie who stands right beside you. Hobie shifts his gaze to you, in slight disbelief. Oh, so you were defending him now, huh?

“It’s okay, and I’m pretty good, thanks Hobes.” New Peter smiled, all innocent.

“Only she can call me that, mate.” Hobie states, gesturing to you, as he yet again eyes him with disdain.

“Hobie.” You quietly hiss. “Sorry, Peter. Clearly a rough day.” You glance at Hobie with narrowed eyes. He narrows his back. “What—ya switch names? He can call me ‘Hobie’, and you…” he gently tapped your shoulder. “…you can call me ‘hobes’.”

You sigh, grabbing Hobie’s arm, as you spare new peter a small smile. Hobie let’s you drag him away, as you spin, arms crossed.

“I told him it was fine. I’m sorry, I thought you wouldn’t have minded.” You say, glancing back at new Peter, but Hobie quickly brings your head back to face him. Stop looking at him—he thinks to himself.

“Why?”

“Oh come on, he’s new.” You say. “I thought he could use some friends. And you’ve always been very welcoming. You were with me.”

“Yeah, but you’re…you.” Hobie glances over at new Peter who does look a tad nervous as he listens to the debrief. “And come on…him?”

“Yes, him.” You say. “Where’d nice Hobie go?”

“He’s gone.” He says, looking back to you. “If ya keep takin’ to him, tha’ is.”

“Hobie what’s your problem with him?”

“Is it really that hard not talkin’ to him?” Hobie crosses his arms, raising his brow.

“Again…” you sigh. “What’s your problem?”

“No problem.” Hobie shrugs. “Just don’t talk to him. That simple.”

“You’re missing the reason there, Hobes.” You say, with a raise to your own brows.

He slightly smiles, a slight tilt to his head. “At least that means you’re not mad at me.”

“What? Yes I am.” You narrow your gaze, just as Hobie lazily swings his arms atop your shoulders, moving closer to do so as he leans towards your height.

“Nah. Ya called me ‘hobes’.” He’s grinning now.

You scoff. “I can say ‘hobes’ and still be mad at you. Also when were you ever so caught up on names?”

“When you started talking to Mr. Basic over there.” He glances at new Peter. You hit Hobie’s stomach, making him slightly double over.

“Stop being an ass.” You begin to walk back over to new Peter, but Hobie swiftly wraps his arms around your neck and shoulders, your back hitting his front, making you slightly jolt.

“Nah…” Hobie says to your ear, making a small shiver run down your spine. “You can stay with me this mission.”

“You’re not even in this mission.” You say, as his hands begins to fiddle with the material of your suit, arms still wrapped around you. “And when did you get so clingy?”

“Clingy?” Hobie scoffs. “I’m not being clingy.”

“Then why are you draped over me like some sort of koala?” You ask, reaching to pull him off you.

“What was tha’ thing ya said before?” Hobie keeps you close. “Trapped in my web?”

You lick your teeth in slight annoyance as he just smirks. “Just making it clear you’re trapped.”

“Ha you’re funny.” Your sarcasm is clear.

“I know I am. Now come on.” Hobie slides his hand down to yours, grabbing it and bringing you towards the new opened portal.

;;

“God he’s insufferable.” Hobie states. You had just finished your mission, and are both walking through the lobby.

“I really can’t find the reason why you’re so annoyed. It’s making me annoyed.” You say, brushing some dirt off your thigh.

Hobie looks down, moving your hand away so he can pick the rest off. You eye him. “Is this a dare or something?”

Hobie looks back up at you. “What?”

“Being this touchy and stuff.” You say. “I mean you’ve always been one to throw your arms round someone’s shoulders. But not all this.” You raise your brows, expecting an answer.

He just shrugs. “I like you.”

“Your reasons are vague as hell, hobes.” You say, poking his chest slightly. But as you do so, Hobie grabs your hand, yanking you closer.

“I…like…you.” He says this slower, making you meet his gaze. “And new Peter is in my way.”

“What?” Your brows furrow as you stare at him.

“You keep talkin’ to him.” Hobie further says, as you try and wrap your mind around the implications of his words.

“You’re making it sound like i can’t talk to anyone.” You force a chuckle, making sure this isn’t some sort of prank.

Hobie just holds your hand tighter as his gaze darts across your face, for once—serious. “If they look like they like you…no.”

“I…” you drift off, cause you don’t really know what you were gonna say. “Peter doesn’t like me.”

“You sure?” Hobie asks, and finally the whole situation clicks, all your denials fizzling away. Hobie like likes you. You stare at Hobie, mouth slightly opening.

“You…like me?” You slowly ask.

“I thought I already said tha’?” Hobie can’t help his little side smile from appearing at your cute shocked expression. “I thought I was bein’ painfully obvious too. I guess there isn’t much goin’ on in that pretty head o’ yours.” He taps under your chin, with a teasing tone.

You press your lips together, praying you’re not looking flushed. But of course Hobie notices. “Look at ya…ya all shy.” He brings you closer. “It’s cute.”

Then your gaze is dropping down to his lips, back and forth as your heart beats a fraction harder. Then before you can chicken out, you quickly reach forward and peck his lips.

Hobie blinks as you back away, moving to speed walk away. But then Hobie is smiling, effortlessly pulling you back as his lips find yours, this time a little longer, a little harder. His lip ring sends shivers through you as it contrasts with his warm tongue, eagerly exploring your mouth.

His hands have slipped to cup your neck and face, as he began to smile against your lips. You manage to slightly lean your head back. “You were jealous…” You say, an almost smug smile forming.

“Don’ start.” Hobie mutters, bringing your lips back to his.

nail polish — hobie brown

you’ve never been the type to be able to make decisions. everything's always so confusing to you, picking between this and that is always so stressful. and that’s why you and your boyfriend are a perfect match— he’s always eager to help, so you always make him decide what color nails you should get.

you hear your phone go off as you pull into the parking lot of the nail shop, tense shoulders smoothing down at the notification you know is from hobie.

. . . until you see the contents of his text.

it’s a video, sent with the message “this color”. you just know you don't see what you think you see. no fuckin' way.

what the fuck.

you press play. the still image of your pussy wrapped around your boyfriend's dick starts. no fuckin' way.

slaps ring out through your car, playing from your speakers, mixing with hobie’s groans and your fucked-out whines. god, do you really sound like that?

it’s recorded from hobie’s angle, cutting off right where your arch starts. you watch as the video plays— watch yourself throw your ass back onto hobie’s dick, watch hobie’s slim hips meet your ass, watch the hand that's not holding his phone grip your waist, pulling you back onto him.

there's a milky white ring around the base of cock, and every time you push off you reveal that the rest of his cock is covered in it, is covered in you. hobie's grunts and your whines send you right back to the day he filmed this, and for a second you swear you're back there, heavy chest filled with breathes that seem impossible to take.

"spread it, baby, lemme see that shit," and you do, reaching back with both hands to display your messy cunt for him, documenting for yours and his eyes the way you so eagerly swallow him up. you spot the color on your nails. it's hobie's favorite, probably the reason he picked up his phone to record. "she take me so well, she love me, i swear."

you shift in your seat. what the fuck.

"you know she do," you hear yourself purr through a smile— damn, you sound good. hobie gives you a smack on your ass in response, not pulling his hand off just to grip and slap your reddened skin again. you hear yourself make a sound that falls between a whine and a giggle. falling forward from his slap, you watch the screen turn black as he catches you.

"i got you, baby. lemme turn this shit off."

the video ends. you're left staring at yourself in black reflection of your phone. snapping out of it, you exit the video, shaking your head and huffing out a shaky breath.

"what the fuck hobie" you text back.

"what" "you asked me what color"

"whatever. i'll text u after 🙄" "we looked good in that video tho 😭😭"

"yeah we did. now go get them nails done."

Hey mate

I was wondering if I could get a Hobie brown x reader where Hobie decided to visit his s/o at their apartment and finds them sing/dancing along to one of his band's songs

Everything else is up to you

Thanks mate

this is so cute

hobie brown x reader

Hobie wasn't the type of guy to announce his arrival. He enjoyed the impromptu visits to your apartment after he had finished his patrol, plus he loved scaring the shit out of you every now and then as well.

He used your fire escape to slip into your bedroom quietly. He was a little suprised to not find you there, considering you're already in bed this time of the night. He could hear you moving around in the kitchen, the open and shut of various cupboards and drawers and the sizzle of a pan.

He could smell it too, all the divine spices' aroma filling his nose and making his mouth water. He followed the smell, nose in the air like cartoon, till he found you in the kitchen, chopping up a bell pepper.

You hadn't noticed him yet, your back facing him as he quietly stood in the small hallway observing you. You were singing along to a song playing softly on your phone, belting along to some parts and then humming where you didn't know the words. He let out a quiet snicker at your singing, and at the way your body absent-mindedly moved along with the music.

The audio sounded awful though, scratchy and filled with a cacophony of background noise, like it was recorded on video rather than playing from whatever app. It was then that he realized what song it was; his band's song. It was a video you had taken at one of their performances, one of many you've attended.

At some point you peered at your phone, watching on the wobbly image of Hobie and his bandmates on stage. You couldn't help the smile appearing on your face, still singing along passionately. Towards the end of the video, when they finish their performance, you could be heard cheering loudly, screaming your lungs out excitedly.

Hobie couldn't help but laugh at your enthusiasm, and the sound prompted you to turn around quickly, the knife in a death grip and ready to swing if necessary. You calmed down considerably once you realized it was just Hobie, placing the knife on the tabletop and giving him a stern look.

"Why don't you ever use the door like a normal person?" you asked, not realizing how mean you really sounded. He only smirked, moving closer to you. "Nothing normal 'bout me," he said, as he wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in his warmth and comforting scent. You hummed in agreement before pulling away.

"Why were you spying on me, bee?" you asked returning to the half cut bell pepper. "Couldn't interrupted your little performance now could I?" he replied smugly, his back against the table's edge as he watched you intently. "Didn't know you were such a big fan, babe," he continued, and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, although you felt a bit embarrassed being caught.

"They're my favorite band," you said nodding your head to where your phone still displayed the paused video. "The guitarist is a real jerk though," you added, your snark being deflated with the small smile that appeared on your face. "I dunno," he shrugged, "I've heard he's pretty cool, quite a looker too." You hummed sarcastically, taking the chopped peppers and throwing them into the pan.

"Are you hungry?" you asked and he gave you a slow nod, moving over to the small living area and throwing himself onto the couch, his long legs having over the edge of the armrest.

"Food'll be ready in about half an hour," you said and his head rose from the couch pillow as you moved to pick up the extra pillows he dropped onto the floor. "More than enough time to give me another performance, yeah?" He barely got the sentence out before you threw the pillow at his stupidly smug and pretty face.

Maybe you could do some smut with Hobie and a female reader who's a lot smaller than him, and finds it to be like her biggest turn on??

HOBIE BROWN w/ a Small girlfriend

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Hobie is by no means dumb, hes also very attentive, meaning hes noticed your behavior.

Hes noticed how when he reaches over you to grab something from a shelf, you look up at him with you lip trapped between your teeth.

Hes noticed how when his larger hand engulfs yours, your thighs squeeze together immediately.

Hes noticed how being able to hold your smaller body still with his own makes you wetter than he ever thought it would.

And from that he deduced something simple,

Hes bigger than you, and you like that.

Hobie bit his lip, watching his length slide in and out of your pussy with ease. He had you folded up in his lap, your back to his chest, knees to your chest, in-front of your bedroom mirror, as he hovered you over his dick with ease.

He chuckled as you moaned and whined, attempting to wiggle out of his grip as he slammed his hips into you from below. He kept you pressed firmly against him, unable to stop the relentless pleasure he was giving.

“Look at you, cant move an inch, canya’? “ He chuckled, watching you lean your head back onto his shoulder.

“Hobie please-“

“Please what?” He cut you off.

“You want me to cum in this pretty little pussy? Thats what you want aint it?”

He laughed again as you mumbled out a couple ‘yes please’s and his chest rumbled against your back. You hands gripped his biscepts, not nearly large enough to get your grip around the full arm. He was so big he had you caged in, unable to do anything but just take every stroke.

“Gonna give my baby what she wants, dont you worry your pretty little head about it”

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hii, i saw you wrote for Hobie and i’m like bouncing off the walls rn, he’s so cool and there’s little to no fics or hcs for him :(

if you can, could you write some relationship hcs? (gn or male reader preferred!) i need more writing of this man 😭

if not that is totally okay!! ^^

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐂𝐒

[safe for work relationship headcanons]

records fluff. scene in atsv mentioned. his comics are mentioned. idk, it's cute. pairings hobie brown / gn!reader

comments sorry this took so long lmao.

THE ANARCHIST SPIDER-MAN known as 'spider-punk'

being in a relationship with him is like a rollercoastar ride. its never boring, especially if your a spider-person or have superpowers.

this man would take you everywhere.

miguel doesn't want other people involved? oh the hell well, his partner is tagging along.

he's actually so goofy around you, and then acts super cool when your around other people, seeing the switch in person is hilarious.

and while he's so goofy, he might do something illegal, prepare yourself.

everytime he's in nueva york he'd steal something. once he stole couple of things from the base and made a homemade dimension bracelet thingy, so he could bring you along.

it also scared the shit out of you when he first grabbed you and just swung into another dimension.

"its a metaphor for capitalism" lines like that randomly get thrown out all the time and it makes you laugh every single time.

i think he'd be pretty touchy, except in public. he gotta keep up that image y'know.

he'd give you, your mini concert sometimes.

although, he probably wouldn't let you touch his guitar, at all.

speaking of his guitar, it makes you nervous everytime he plays it, because he's so impulsive. why does it make you nervous? because the thing can emit sound waves strong enough to break a fucking wall. (😭)

he just randomly does that shit. like in pavitr's world when he destroyed the barrier at alchimex.

impulsive

despite being impulsive, he's not dumb. he's actually a genius, and everytime he has these super genius moments it baffles you sometimes because your used to him being so damn goofy and SPIDERPUNK!!!🤟🏾

at every chance, he's causing chaos when it comes to power figures. especially when it comes down to president norman osborn in his world. cha-o-ticcc! (let's not even talk about the time with miles and miguel 😒)

when he's alone with you, he is a lot calmer though. like, he goes from 100 to like 50 when he's around you.

he likes spooning, preferably with you being the big spoon.

don't touch his jacket either.

if you have super fluffy hair he's mostlikely gonna play with it when its just the two of you. he always asks first though! he asks for a lot of things. (consent king🫡)

if you asked him to teach you how to play guitar, he would. and if you already knew how to play guitar or another instrument, you'd play together sometimes.

honestly, anything he does you tend to admire. (he teases you about it a lot lol)

sometimes, sometimes, he'll let you play in his hair. honestly, its relaxing for him, to feel your hands in his hair. bonus if your washing his hair. that's the most relaxed you'll ever get him to be, minus sleeping. even then, he probably yells in his sleep or smth.

he's actually the best boyfriend btw.

like, he's nor selfish. he's not that type of person, so he always tries to look out for your best interests while looking out for his.

he's actually so sweet &lt;3

also, if he leaves and he catches you wearing his jacket or pretending to be him in it, he is never. never. letting you live it down.

"didn't know you admire me so much, love." "what, gonna steal my jacket again and wear it to sleep?" "oh, don't get embarrassed now! you were the one snugglin' up in my jacket."

he strikes me as a person to either smell so fucking nice, like that perfect colone or he'd stink. there's no in between. like, the stink doesn't even have to be like 'garbage' stink. it could be like, 'super strong axe body wash' stink.

who the fuck knows. his hair is always going to smell good, though. he takes care of that bitch. (y'all saw that bitch in the theatre??? gorgeous)

he'd also be the boyfriend to give you home piercings or tattoos. and if you don't want him to do it, he's perfectly fine with that.

you two mostlikely have a matching tattoo though. he'd also, sit there a d comfort you while your getting pierced or tatted.

seriously, he's the best.

comments couldn't think of anything else at the moment. i might edit it, but here you go!