Moorning Dear Flamingo I Come With Another Request That Was On My Mind All Night After Reading The Last

Moorning dear flamingo I come with another request that was on my mind all night after reading the last update for the 5th time, sorry for bothering you so much in advance.

So ok, I was thinking about something like this, hobie because of all the swings he usually does, he has these recurring back pains so reader makes a special oil/atom for him and they have this super cute scene of care from reader to hobes♡

Midnight, I swear, seeing your blog on my notes makes my day. You’d never bother me btw, keep dropping your ideas and I’ll make them happen 😭💕

Listen, with the whole moving houses, my legs hurt sm 😂 do I think it’s a beautiful timing (however not beautiful that my legs hurt). This took me 4 days to write help 😭

So, seeing from all older spidermen, Peter B Parker (ITSV), Tobey’s and Andrew’s Peters also had back pain, so, for things I’m gonna go for an older Hobie (instead of being Spider-Man for three years, I’m gonna go for more time)

Warnings: not proof read djsjejef

Like Magic — Hobie x Reader

Being Spider-Man wasn’t easy. The rebellious acts, the recklessly jumping from top buildings, the constantly facing danger. On a superficial level, it all sounded fun to Hobie Brown. But by the end of the day, he always came back home tired. He loved his side job as Spider-Man, he loved wrecking havoc and bringing smiles to people, but it was a demanding job with no free days and no pay check. At most, food the people he helped gifted him, the smiles and good wishes from people. It was gratifying, but it did nothing for his tired muscles.

Especially swinging from one building to the other. The constant tension on his muscles and swinging his hips to gather momentum, had a particular rough effect on his back. All of it. From his shoulders all the way to his lower back.

People always made jokes how one day you woke up, in your late twenties, and trying to crouch to pick something from the ground, something new cracked and nothing was the same afterwards.

While Hobie could still crouch and pick up stuff, he did a lot more rough jobs with his back. He didn’t think of himself as old. But being Spider-Man was not a job that was friendly on your joints or muscles.

With every passing year of being Spider-Man, he resented it on his back.

He slid into your shared bedroom, his body tired, exhausted. You were stitching something on the bed as you looked at him and smiled.

“Hey, baby,” You said cheerfully.

Your radiant smile made Hobie feel like some of the weight lifted off his shoulders, despite the ache all over still being there.

“Hey sweet’eart” He smirked and groaned as he took off his mask and put his guitar down. He went punto your bed and cupped your face, directing your attention to him as you giggled and pressed your lips against his, humming sweetly into his kiss.

“Watcha doing?” He asked curiously.

“Fixing my favourite skirt,”

“Good. I like that skirt on you,” He sighed. “I like it even better when you take it off,” He winked as he collapsed on the bed and groaned loudly.

“Are you alright?” You asked softly, Hobie groaned in response. “Is your back bothering you again?”

“Yeah…” He sighed. “You know, swinging and shit,” Looking at you with a sleepy smirk. “Baby…”

“I know,” You said anticipating his request as you got up and looked around one of the drawers of your closet, taking out some ointment. “You know the drill…” You said as he sat up and took off his shirt and top part of his suit. Lying back down, over his stomach, Hobie relaxed on the bed as you rubbed some ointment in your hands. “Lower back?”

“All of it actually…” He sighed deeply, closing his eyes.

As you started massaging his back, he let out a soft groan. Burying his face on the pillow. You chuckled. Gently pressing your fingers, you admired the little details in Hobie. His wild hair, thin complexion, the fading scars from wounds from earlier events, his enhanced healing factor quickly erasing any tracks from previous fights.

Your hands, soft and delicate against his skin, a lot warmer than your hands, as your fingers pressed on the tense points of his back. Each touch, making him sigh in relief. Following the line of his spine, the contour of his muscles, brushing his sides, tickling him every once in a while.

“God, how do you do it?” Hobie moaned softly. "It’s like magic,"

“Well you see, when you have to massage your boyfriend’s back on a daily basis, you learn a thing or two on massaging…”

“Lucky guy,”

“You think? I think I’m the lucky one, actually” you giggled as you leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss on his shoulder, making him hum.

“Are you sure? I’ve heard he’s a total punk,”

“Love that about him. He’s perfect for me so, people can say whatever they want about him, I won’t love him any less…” You purred against his ear.

“Would it be too bad if tomorrow I decided to stay in bed with you all day long?”

“I need to go to work,” You giggled.

“No you don’t. Your boss won’t mind,”

“Hobie,”

“When was the last time you called in sick?”

“Yes, you have a point there but,”

“Let’s be real, the book shop won’t crash just because you aren’t there. I know you love working there, and your boss in nice to you, but how many people buy secondhand books on a daily basis?”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You’re right. We don’t get a lot of people, he can handle the store on his own for a day…” You sighed. "You win, Hobart…" You rolled your eyes playfully at him.

"I always win," he said with a cheeky smirk, rolling over his side as he looked at you with an inviting stare.

Sighing and dramatically putting your hands on your waist. His stare changing into a puppy look, making you giggle as you went over the bed and laid down next to him. As he pulled you into a tight hug. Nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck, you wrapped your arms around him.

"Thank you…" He whispered, his voice much lower and softer. A voice you only got to listen in times like these. "I promise I won’t ask you to skip work for the rest of the year…"

"It’s July, Hobie…"

"It’s my best offer, take it or leave it…" He chuckled as you kissed his forehead.

"You’re impossible," You joked.

"You love me this way," He smirked.

"I do. Very much, actually"

"I love you too,"

Sometimes you don't feel strong enough to face your problems. Some days the best you can do is exist. And that's okay. It's okay to just be for now.

noooo don’t turn me into a one dimensional facet of my personality and grossly misinterpret me to indulge in your ships nooooooo

Oh yeah here are some Hobie headcanons bc some people are weird abt him

ABSENT APPETITE ・ HOBIE BROWN

not one coherent thought goes through hobie’s head when he touches you.

contents ⋮ smut ( 17+ ). fem reader. clit rubbing. unintentional edging. cum eating ⎯ wc 425

hobie can never keep his hands to himself. you can say he’s somewhat restless, especially when he tenses up as he drags a hard look along your body. the ache of touch was hardwired into his brain that it somewhat became a routine.

during those voiceless hours, in the comfort of mutual silence, hobie becomes automatically distracted by whatever he currently has his hands on.

the usual rules to physical affection come with tender snuggles or tracing light, mindless brushes on the surfaces of soft skin. their cheeks, forearms, maybe even the swell of their thighs.

but hobie prefers to drag his hands past your waistband and nudge your clit with gentle taps with his fingers, before rubbing slow circles like he’s been sedated. this could go on for nearly an hour— his eyes heavy as he hums along the muffled music playing on the radio.

it’s only when your low whine and the sudden buck of your hips that sends him back to his senses. the white noise in his head fading away— he looked around the heated room with a confused blink, then he caught a glimpse at his hand. wait, you said you wanted to finish?

“finish? hmm… yea sure.” hobie didn’t realize that he’s been doing this for the past thirty minutes— especially with you quietly withering under his distracted touches.

with his senses fully back, the calluses on his fingertips suddenly felt soft with slick warmth. the lewd noises that spilled from your lips buzzed in his ears. your shaking palms were sweaty against his aching wrist. hobie circled your clit with a quicker cadence, eyeing your unraveling body through his dark lashes.

suddenly, you let out a loud cry as the nerves from your stimulated bud quickly bursts an overwhelming warmth throughout your body— whimpering his name repeatedly under your breath.

slowly retracting his hand, a clear string of arousal coated his fingers like a spider web. he lazily cleaned it off with his pierced tongue, drawing out a dramatic hum to tease you.

“mm… ‘re sweet.” he mumbled lowly with pursed lips, suckling on his fingertips before wiping off the remnants of stickiness on his distressed jeans.

hobie stood up and stretched the arm that was down your pants. he peered down at you with heavy eyes— expression completely neutral, like he wasn’t just tasting your arousal a moment ago.

suddenly there’s a playful grin on his face as he tilts his head towards the door.

“wan’ to go eat out somewhere?”

of course, he’s a total bastard.

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personal n random Hobie Brown headcannons.

masterlistミ☆

a mix between x black!reader and just general headcannons / thoughts I have regarding his character. if you don’t agree with some of these, cool! Don’t tell me though bc I won’t care (/lh)

:: Hobie brown who throws himself onto you if he sees you in bed/on the couch without fail

:: Hobie brown who will eat whatever parts of your scran you don’t like. You hate pickles? He’ll happily take them off you when you take him out for a burger

:: Hobie who’ll just about eat anything you put in front of him so long as it’s seasoned appropriately, bro didn’t have the privilege to be picky ong

:: Hobie who gets choked up when he receives homemade/handcrafted gifts from his mates. the loose stitches n crumpled corners show him you care.

:: Hobie brown who has a shelf filled with bootleg copies of mainstream films. will look at you sideways when you tell him people pay to stream movies, refuses to use your account when you offer.

:: “Say what y’want about my collection- animation quality’s awful, directors choices are questionable but don’t act like it doesn’t bang every time you watch it”

:: Hobie whose book smart, public library was probably his best mate. means he’s got at least a few facts in a couple of obscure places. will list off resources at the drop of a hat if you tell him you want to read up on anarchist literature and black british (music, art) history etc.

:: Hobie brown whose on the aromantic spectrum!! That man is a pan-alterous icon heavy on the ALTEROUS. ATTRACTION. ‼️

:: Hobie brown who bites his nails despite them being painted to stop himself from biting them

:: Hobie brown who hooks you up when you express your interest in smoking weed, always making sure you practice safely/will happily check your shit for you if you source it from somewhere else

:: Hobie brown whose that friend who stops every 10 minutes when you’re out n about because he’s struck up conversation with someone who he thought had a sick fit on.

“Did you know them?”

“Nah mate- their hair looked wicked though, innit?”

“You were talking for half an hour…”

“Shit fr? Didn’t even get their name, ah well.”

:: Hobie brown who cackles at inappropriate moments during serious conversations- people swear he does it on purpose but he just finds humour in the weirdest shit?? Miguel could be talking about recent casualties and Hobie will be sniggering at his vocal inflection on the most irrelevant adverb.

:: in terms of music, a non-punk artist I see him fucking with is obongjayar

:: this nigga cannot cook. don’t try and convince me to say he can but anything that doesn’t involve simply microwaving it or adding boiling water my man is STRUGGLING.

:: but he is resourceful and creative though like let’s not lie- he’s got the brain power just not the success rate, you get me?

:: will let you brush out and do his edges for him when you’re bored at home- he doesn’t gaf if you use less popular black hair products or not- as long as his hair is CLEAN, smells good and is soft it could be eggs and mayonnaise and he’d let you use it on him (as long as it’s yk- ethical)

:: has an eclectic mix of beliefs n practices?? probably a reflection of the diverse community within London (or Old York) n the vast amount of people he knows in the spiderverse- I DUNNO he just seems very lax n down to try / learn abt whatever.

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