im in love

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here lies the archive of my fanfic phase.

miss this time in my life it was so good

[iwillmissourtalks]

Mel Medarda: A Field Guide

I occasionally see people nervous to write from Mel’s POV & while I’m absolutely not an authority on her character I thought I might make a list of things I like to keep in mind when writing from her perspective.

None of this is mandatory, it’s more a reference for my own fic than anyone else’s lol

Mel is a diplomat first. When writing from her perspective, moment-to-moment descriptions tend to focus on body language and tone rather than environment. She notices the implications behind dialogue and the emotions in a room before any kind of physical threat. When she does focus on her surroundings it’s because she’s alone or doing something with a specific intent - think insight vs perception in dnd.

She fidgets! A lot! When surprised or thinking she goes for her clan ring and later in s2 she clasps her hands in her lap. The hands in lap thing always feels very intentional, like she’s doing it specifically to avoid doing anything else.

Mel is a noncombatant character. Prior to her mage arc obviously, but even then it’s obvious fighting doesn’t come naturally to her. She’s not very strong and she’s never worn an outfit that’s practical for … anything really.

Politicking is one of her talents but being mysterious really isn’t. She’s like,, comically bad at not drawing attention to herself (see: s2 act 3, face covered but both thighs are OUT. I respect it but queen why are you doing this).

This is more of a note for any character from Piltover, but unless she’s been told otherwise Mel is going to refer to Zaun as the undercity. This isn’t even a classism thing, the nation of Zaun is a hypothetical dreamed up by revolutionaries - it’s niche even to the people who live there.

Mel has spent her life very ‘above it all’ in terms of consequences. She often forgets how tangibly invested people can be in the things they do. Additionally, she’s deeply moved when reminded of that investment or by displays of vulnerability. Look at her face when Jayce lays on her lap for the first time -> she goes from surprise, almost panic to a kind of bemused affection. It’s very quick but it’s obvious it’s not something she’s used to.

EVERYTHING GOES OUT THE WINDOW WHEN IT COMES TO AMBESSA. Mel IMMEDIATELY becomes both hypervigilant and deeply emotive in a way she isn’t around any other character. It doesn’t read as her losing control but around her mother everything very suddenly has Stakes.

Piltover is a chess match where Mel has one eye on the door at all times wondering when Ambessa is going to come in and flip the table.

She has frequent nightmares. There isn’t enough evidence to 100% confirm it but I like to headcanon her as an insomniac, the purple makeup under eyes is a very … specific colour to not be hiding eyebags.

Her magic hurts, it’s also very physical. She has to haul it around like a heavy object & shudders & grips it when conjuring shields. Prior to the Noxus cinematic she blacks out/almost collapses every time she uses it for more than a couple seconds.

She tilts her head when frustrated.

When describing her from an outside perspective and word I tend to lean on is “soft”. She does a lot of stuff softly. Intentional; methodical, slow, watching and evaluating are all words that get thrown around a lot as well; she’s very specific in the way that she moves.

When caught off guard Mel tends to go very still. She makes a very slight movement back/inward and then just stops. Her eyes kind of dart around and after a few seconds of reevaluating she intentionally relaxes and speaks again.

Mel IS manipulative but it’s not malicious. She never gaslights anyone she’s just the type to see the optimal path through a conversation and has to make an active effort not to take it. That scene where she ignores Viktor? Really obvious debate tactic, she’s not giving the opposing argument time to breath. It’s a shitty move but it’s not because she looks down on Viktor as a person.

She’s an artist with a really strong eye for colour. When she notices things that’s probably the first descriptor I go for; then shape and some kind of comparison to a past experience. Her memory is insane, especially if it has a strong emotion tied to it.

When speaking, Mel’s very direct with what she wants. Everything is either conveying information or asking a question; it all has a purpose. She notices so much context I often find myself with entire paragraphs between short lines of dialogue:

Anyway yeah!! She’s my favourite character in arcane and probably one of my favourite characters to write ever. There’s so much left to say but this post is already really long lol

I hope it was helpful

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the literal Encyclopedia of Mel

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Good morning chat

I miss writing.. WHAT DO I DO

Do I cry or get back into writing?🤨

Girl just let them tears flow..

PUT IT IN WORDSSS get that juicy juicy fanfic out rn!!

Do Arcane fics now f spiderman!

Stick to what you know bb, go spidie!

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[the-kr8tor]

it you're still taking requests, can i have a hobie with a spider!r who is almost comically serious all the time? i'm talking like r never speaks to anyone, never smiles, only gets the job done as soon as possible; but when they're alone r is the most sweetest, gentlest touch starved person in the whole universe and refuses to let go of hobie

i've been thinking about it for weeks and i can't stop thinking!! thank you in advance and have a great day!! 🪻

Thank you for requesting! I hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw brief injury mention, spider! R, established relationship, lovestruck! Hobie, fluff.

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Lizard or better known as doctor Connors, lays on the concrete with his scales slowly fading away as green smoke envelopes his shrinking form. He hisses quietly, a deep rumble that is akin to relief; as if he had a deep splinter in his finger that has finally been extracted after weeks of torment.

Hobie sighs, hands gripping the neck of his guitar, knuckles shaking as he makes his way towards the green fog. He waves the smoke away with one hand, coughing as the smell of burning plastic itches his nose through his mask.

“Love?” He knows you're amidst the fog, hearing your steady breaths above the hissing and groaning from the former lizard.

It takes you a few seconds to collect yourself, hand stinging from how tight you grip the serum you've just injected into Connors scaly neck.

“Here.” Your tone is smooth and stable, as if you weren't just tossed aside by a large tail.

Hobie follows your voice, the green smoke finally revealing you standing over the now healed scientist. He approaches you slowly, and you immediately look over your shoulder to meet with the eyes of his mask.

“I'm okay.” You don't wait for him to ask, already knowing what's going through his adrenaline filled mind. “Are you hurt?” Your cool and unbothered lilt wavers for a moment, replaced with worry for the man before you.

He reaches for your shoulder, gloved hand sliding in between your shoulder blades, letting his warmth soothe you through your suit. Without another word, you lean against him, head tilting to the side so he could cup your cheek better.

“‘m fine, jus’ a few scratches—” The hoots and hollers of his fellow spider people interrupt you both. The puffs of smoke has completely cleared, and as he looks over to the source of the exhilarated yells, he glances back at you to find that you're already a few steps away from him.

You're punching in the codes on your bracelet to transport the now human doctor Connors trapped in the orange glow of the capture machine. Gwen and Pavitr run towards the two of you, suits tattered but with only a few gashes on them. Gwen clasps Hobie's shoulder, laughing and jostling him in place.

“You came in clutch with that guitar bash, Hobie!” Pav gushes at him, still heaving from the fight.

“It was a combined effort. Right, love?” He asks you, seemingly unbothered by the ruckus.

“Oh shit, yeah! You flew with that serum real quick!” Gwen leaves his side, practically bouncing on her feet as she bounds towards you. “Good job!” She reaches towards you with a fist bump, waiting for you to bump your knuckles with hers. “C’mon then!” She encourages you, lopsided smile never fading as she patiently waits.

You stare at her fist, then to Hobie. He shrugs, and you swear you see an outline of his smile from under his mask. With a sigh, you gently, and slowly bump your fist with Gwen's.

“Hell yeah!” Gwen jumps for joy, you guess that the adrenaline is making her giddy. “See, I told you that she's warming up to me!”

“Sure, Gwen.” Pav huffs, “You're not the one having afternoon chai with her in my dimension!”

“You what?!” They argue with each other, both trying to one up each other by saying who's closer to you. In their minds, you're an unstoppable, unmoving and nonchalant boulder that no one can ever beat. They seem to think you're the coolest spider woman there is, Hobie thinks so too without a doubt.

Hobie chuckles, putting his guitar on his back as he makes his way over to you. His hand sneakily snakes over your waist, brow raised when you sigh at him blatantly. The orange hue from the opened portal shines on your mask, bathing you in its warm glow. He thinks you look marvelous, incredibly fit in his own words.

“What?” He asks innocently as he squeezes your hip. He swears he saw you roll your eyes behind your mask as you both enter inside the portal.

—

Your legs are intertwined with his while you're both lounging on Hobie's patchwork couch. His arm is around your shoulder while you continue to dab the cotton ball full of antiseptic on the slash right next to his elbow. His fingers play with your hair, calloused pads twirling the strands around his fingers. His head is resting right beside your bicep, eyes glued onto your cute expression while you patch him up.

Your eyes glance at his lovestruck expression, smile slowly curling on your lips as you see him wink at you sluggishly. “Careful, it might stay like that forever.”

“Don't want that,” he pats your knee before cupping it in his warm hand, thumb etching little hearts around your soft skin. “You might think ‘m winkin’ at everyone.”

Chuckling, you shake your head at his antics as you feel him gently tug at your hair. Completely dotting on you whilst you pamper him with antiseptic and bandages. “That could be a problem, people might think I'm back on the market.”

“Then we really can't have that.” He mutters through his own smile. He can't help but adore you and your rare laugh, which makes it worth more than gold to him. “Is it true about you havin' tea with Pav?”

“Why? You jealous?” You finally finish up his arm, fingers smelling like alcohol and antiseptic. He straightens up enough for him to lean against the sofa, nose all scrunched up from your comment. “You are!” Poking his chest, you twist in your seat to lay your head on his lap, which he welcomes wholeheartedly with his hand immediately flying towards your head to cradle your smiling face.

“‘m not, lovie. Trust me, I know you two are gossipin’ together with his aunt.” It's his turn to poke your cheek as you continue to beam at him through your giddy look.

“We're gossiping about you by the way.” You scooch impossibly closer to him, arms enveloping around his waist like he's made out of honey and you're a very hungry bear. Your cheek is pressed lovingly on his lean stomach whilst he caresses your hair. You hear and feel him laugh, slightly bouncing you up and down from his chuckling.

“‘Bout what, hm?” Hobie lifts his legs up on the couch to cage you in, he feels your smile against his shirt.

“About how you keep forgetting to put the toilet seat down.” Your muffled voice reverberates through him. He feels warm and fuzzy inside when you lift your face up from his stomach with a wide smile that reminds him of a gopher peeking its head out cutely from the burrow.

“It was one time, love!” Your giggling can be heard throughout the houseboat. “And it was in the middle of the bloody night.” He pats your behind as you continue to laugh at him and his excuse.

“One time too many, love.” You copy his tone, effectively teasing him. “Besides, I still can't get your face out of my mind when you jumped out of bed from how I screamed.”

He remembers how he leaped up from the bed with such ferocity that he hit all of the corners he passed to get to you. “And I can't get the image of you stuck on the toilet.” He mirrors your smile, and you can't help but poke his dimple.

“Still looked fit though, right?”

Hobie leans against your hand, “bloody fuckin' fit, lovie.”

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[jaydarino]

Boxer Miguel Boxer Miguel Boxer Miguel B-

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awoga.

[theevoh12-deactivated20240103]

HOBIE'S TURN‼️

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SCREAMING CRYING (cumming)

YALL THESE ARTIST ARE GETTING TOO GOOD

[roseluxxx]

why does ur ghostin fic have Hispanics in the warnings? I was scrolling on the Miguel tag and saw it and was curious what u meant by that

nah cuz stop why y’all tryna make me seem racist😭

I did the same thing when i warned “british people” in my Come on in Hobie fic and y’all had no issues and thought it was funny like come out of it now

It’s just a joke i’m hispanic myself and i promise it’s only a joke don’t take it weirdly

GHOSTIN

the fic in question is linked there!

[roseluxxx]

y’all why do my long hobie smut fics always get the most attention?😭

YOU WHORES

(same)

[roseluxxx]

Didn’t know you were a exhibitionist..

Hobie Brown x Reader

warnings: the entire thing is smut. pure smut. fingering, kissing, exposed penis, slight exhibitionism, sucking his d*ck

word count: 1.6k

summary: you always fantasized about losing your virginity but when the opportunity arises, you let things happen how they want to

exhibitionism: pivots on the illicit exposure of genitalia to an unwilling audience.

“I know a spot, come on.”

You’d follow Hobie anywhere, him being the guitarist of your band and your best friend had nothing to do with it, you were in love. It was obvious.

“A community pool? Hobie what are we-“

“Shh, just come on.”

He reached over the gate to let himself in, headed towards the bathrooms. There were people in the pool, a few families but it wasn’t packed. Thank god.

Opening the door you saw a big stall and a few small ones but Hobie was more interested in the mirror. He pulled you infront of him, leaning down in your ear, “See? Look how good we are together.”

Nodding, you let an obvious smile lay on your face, his words made you even further aroused, hot and wet, your heart basically pounding out of your chest for him.

He leaned into the mirror, blinking his eyes hard and muttering about how red they are before grabbing your hand and leading you into the big stall.

“Darlin, fuck you’re beautiful.” he pushed you against a wall, kissing your neck and allowing his hands to roam down your sides, “Get me so hard. So fucking hard for you, you know that?” You felt him against your hip, a hard cylinder pushing against you just enough to be noticeable.

A soft peck against your ear before he whispered to you, “Fuck it, baby, let’s do it.”

Pushing against his chest you shook your head, complete disbelief painting your face, “I’m a virgin.” You had told him this multiple times, you had both joked about it in the past, he forgot surely-

“I know.”

He was serious. Fuck it, right? This is Hobie Brown who wouldn’t fuck him.

“Hobie. You got me?”

You had never taken the idea of losing your virginity lightly. You had always fantasized about fucking your husband for your first time, maybe not your husband, you couldn’t wait that long, but someone you truly loved and who loved you even more.

Did you feel that way with him?

Eyes locked with each other you felt his hand snake into yours, locking your fingers together as he pressed his forehead against yours lightly.

“I got you, promise.”

You turned around, rocking onto your tippy toes as you leaned against the wall, back arched. You had half the mind to be thankful you wore a hoodie to shield you from the germs until you felt him hook a finger into your waistband.

This was really happening. You were about to lose it to him.

Hobie was gonna fuck you.

He was?

You snatched his wrist, turning your head in alarm as you took in every micro expression he could possibly have shown.

A look of confidence was all you could see, a little apprehension seeping in as you held his gaze.

“I got you. I have you. I promise.”

Nodding you let go, opting to help him slide your shorts down and off. He rose your thigh, holding it in his hand as his fingers crept down and glided themselves against your slick. “Fuck it’s so wet, baby.” He moved flesh against you, fingers unrelenting as he spoke next to your ear, “All for me, yeah? What got you so riled up?”

Your face flashed hot, brows furrowing as you muttered, “You.”

He inserted a finger, a smile playing across his face, “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Another one in, his other hand circling your clit softly, “You let me know when you feel ready okay?”

You nodded, unable to say a word if you wanted to keep your whimpering mute.

“Aww come on baby,” he sped up, inserting a third as a few minutes pass, “let me hear how you’re feeling. I need it.”

A curse escaped your lips, mewling his name as your tried your best to compose yourself, opting to bite on your hand in protest.

You heard the door open with a strange man calling out, “Hello?” Who the fuck was that?

Hobie grabbed your waist, leaving you directly against his body as he covered your mouth, moving you out of eyesight from anyone coming into the bathroom.

“Yo. I’m in here bro.”

“Oh, nah you’re good. Thought I heard sumn’, didn’t know if I was crazy.”

Your eyes flashed at Hobie, feeling his fingers slip back into you. Faster this time. You heard the man who entered turn on the sink, washing his hands as you were slowly melting with every movement.

Fighting to maintain silence, Hobie leaned against you, licking your ear softly before he left a sweet note there for only you.

“That’s it baby, be good for me, yeah?”

He curled his fingers, pressing against the perfect spongey area inside you again and again. Fuck this man is gonna be the end of me. You let out a moan at that thought, eyes wide as you realized the man was still here and very much heard your bodies reaction to Hobies’ teasing.

“Aye, you feelin’ alright, mate?”

“Just a lil’ Tom and Dick today, you know ‘ow it is.”

A small chuckle left the man, you heard the door open as he wished his farewells and get betters before leaving fully.

You let out a whimper as soon as the door closed, peeling Hobies hand off your mouth as you looked up at him.

“Nah, don’t look at me like you hated it. I know that got you sopping wet at the thought of being caught.” He smiled at you, kissing your lips before muttering against them, “ ‘could feel it.”

“I didnt-“ you began, flustered emotions taking over as he took his fingers out from inside you, opting to pull out his throbbing cock and rub the wetness against it instead.

“Awe, you don’ gotta hide it. Didn’t know you were such a exhibitionist, though. Guess I keep learnin’ new things ‘bout you every day, eh?”

He spoke so casually for someone stroking his cock directly in front of you, his hand rubbing up and down the length before giving his tip a run over. It was big, clearly angry from the lack of attention, and just about begging you to touch it.

Eyes locked, you gestured toward it, head nodding as you silently asked for permission.

“Knock yourself out, princess.”

Carefully, you knelt down, not minding the dirty floor when all that was in front of you was Hobie in his full glory, his dripping cock presented before you nearly screaming at the prospect of you offering relief.

Licking a stripe up and down the tower assigned to you, you let your hand take over to pump the shaft as your mouth took in his head.

You could taste the precum on your tounge, it was slightly bitter, nothing outrageous or disgusting, but not your favorite treat on a tuesday afternoon. You added suction to your routine, watching Hobie tense up as he gained tunnel vision on you, his eyes only straying from your face to glance down at your hand milking his hard on.

“Fuckin’ feel amazing,” he brought his hand to his face to cover the growing noise, pupils blown and staring.

You took the opportunity to push yourself further down, eye contact never breaking as his length disappeared. You stopped abruptly, still having just a few inches left but feeling him hit the back of your throat.

“Mmm-“ You went for it, earning a groan and a hand tangled in your hair as Hobie felt the shift of being in your mouth to entering the beginning of your throat.

A gag came on almost immediately, eyes shutting closed and hands gripping his thighs as you tightened your mouth around him.

The hand which previously sat tugging on Hobies shaft switched to play with his balls, squeezing softly and pulling them this way and that. He gasped, his hold on your hair tightening as his breathing quickened.

You sucked back and forth, allowing his cock to re-enter your throat and receiving another gag as his full length slid down your throat. You snapped your head back, gasping for air as you steadied yourself on his thighs.

Hobie glanced up, softly pulling your hair out of your face as he calmed his breathing.

“Holy fuck, babe. That was absolutely ridiculous.” You looked up, wiping the spit dribbling down your chin as you gave him a confused glance.

“Oh, no. In a good way. Like I- baby get up, c’mere.” He held out his hand, supporting you off your knees and pulling your lips to his.

It felt deep, passionate, personal, his tounge swiping your bottom lip as he pulled away for air.

“But you didn’t finish. I can help you-“

“Fuck baby, don’t even worry about it. That felt like heaven. already.”

You gave him an unrelenting look, desperately wanting him to feel as good as he made you. He let out a content sigh, cupping your cheek, “Trust me, we’ll have a lot of time for that when we get back to my place okay?”

“Your place? Right now?”

He laughed softly, a sound you never got tired of, “C’mon, you don’t think I’d actually let you give your virginity away in a bathroom stall, yeah?”

He moved a stray hair out of your view , a smile never leaving his face but turning somehow seductive.

“I’ll make sure your first is one to remember, okay? Just let me do this for you.”

You nodded, you’d trust him with your life in this moment, letting out a carefree laugh, you allowed him to grab your hand and lead you out of the bathroom.

Fuck it. When it comes to Hobie, you’re in love.

Thank you for reading! Any interaction with this post is always appreciated!

a/n: AHHH i finally finished this!! i kept losing steam and revisiting it.

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[murdrdocs]

i just wanna suck hobie off so bad

like his dick is long, we've established this. and if your gag reflex is super strong, or if it's just really bothersome that day, he would be so gentle (sort of). he would coax you into it, kissing you dumb until you were comfortable enough to get between his legs and take him out. he would reassure you, despite the size, "'s big, i know, but you can take it, yeah?", until you have your lips wrapped around him and you're steadily sliding him down the back of your throat.

and throat training is a normal occurence it seems, until you get comfortable enough to see him, start salivating, and drop to your knees with pleading eyes, a soft request to suck him off leaving your already slickened lips.

he's a little cocky with it, bragging about the length, and bragging about how good you are for him. "trained you well, didn't i?"

he loves to paint your face with cum, or smear his tip along your lips, teasing you before giving you what you want.

and sometimes, if he's feeling a little mean, he'll pull out, watch the trail of saliva follow from your mouth to his dick, and slap the top half of his length against your cheek.

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i miss him

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GHOSTIN

Miguel O’Hara x Reader

warnings: cursing, hispanics, part 1

word count: 1.1k

summary: sent to a town to finish a report, the ghost he’s living with decides.. maybe he should stay

“Tomorrow?”

“Yes. The last truck is finally ready to move with all the latest equipment needed for this study; it cannot be procrastinated any longer, O’Hara.”

“Ay dios mío.” the scientist ran his fingers through his hair, eyes wide at the news that the “months away” move to a reclusive house in a far away “no-name” town was tomorrow.

This was technically his fault as his reluctance to complete the report on “Gene Growth Combined Experiment 4 (chemical X42): A conclusion on the development of the embryo.” as the full title stated, finally caught up to him.

He had just been busy developing the Spider-Anthropoid’s final stages; an equally important trial study to him, but not so much to Alchemax.

“You have a month at most, I will try to advocate for an extended stay but it’s in your best interest to finish this conclusion report swiftly. Are we clear?”

“Crystal.”

“Wonderful. Now get out of my office O’Hara, the driver will take you to your place and pick you up nice and early tomorrow. Be ready.”

Miguel fought back his taunting remark and left the cold, heartless office.

His work was important. If successful it would create the first human-spider hybrid combination and create an endless amount of possibilities. Ideally to improve the state of the common person, but he wasn’t naive enough to not think it wouldn’t be used for military advances.

“What time tomorrow?”

“9am sharp. Won’t be me though, my friend Gus will he here.” The driver glacéd in the rear view mirror as he pulled up to the window filled penthouse Miguel had the luxury to live in.

“None of my business, sir, but a word from my eavesdropping on the men who I chauffeured earlier.. apparently your new short term living space comes with a rumored “ghost friend”.”

Miguel scoffed, grabbing his coat and laying a few bucks in the drivers’ outstretched hand as he opened the car door, “If it’s none of your business then stay out of it,” he exited the car, “but thanks, chismoso.”

The next morning Miguel snatched the suitcases he packed, shut his blinds and locked his door, making his way to the waiting Taxi.

“Be ‘bout a 20 minute drive to the airport, sir, including traffic.”

He grunted in response, looking out the window as he half listened to the clearly extroverted mans’ essay on his new city’s attractions.

“Yep. But I did hear about that ghost in your house. Good luck with that.”

Miguel’s ears perked up. Ghost? All this talk about this damn ghost was getting him annoyed. Even if there’s such a thing as ther paranormal, he won’t be bothering them and subsequently they don’t have to bother him. Easy.

The yellow cab pulled up to the front of the airport, crowded as usual, and the broad man reluctantly gripped his belongings, giving the world another sigh before preparing himself for a 2 hour flight.

The keys were old, silver, the three individual ones clinging against each other as Miguel pulled them out of the mailbox, a letter falling to the ground.

To Current Renters,

Please note that this property is built on a solid foundation and the doors are properly built into the door frame.

A house is built with consideration to weather events so a very slight creak/sway is expected and not worrying.

It prevents the house from being too stiff and allows for a longer lifespan.

The windows may also be slightly loose within the window frame so feel free to lock them if the draft becomes too much.

No need to report noises either as the walls may run a little thin and animal calls can sound like humans if you are listening through a surface like a wall.

All this to say do not call us to report noises, wind, or creaking in the house.

Sincerely,

(for real.. do not contact us with these issues)

The Owner - Stephen Vincent

He opened the door on his second try, figuring the other keys lead to some kind of garage or safe. The door swung open with a small groan, almost apprehensive with his arrival.

The house itself was comfortable. A glass sliding door across the living space connected to large windows showcasing the beauty forests have to offer; a patio sitting beyond the door.

The kitchen was adorned with dark gray marble tops and a gray and white overall aesthetic for the counters and appliances. It was simple, classy, exactly what his boss thought would allow his mind to stay focused on his task.

Speaking of, the office space had been pre-turned into a small research center complete with the necessary chemicals, equipment, and state of the art technology. If he hadn’t known better he would’ve thought he had a whole mother experiment to conduct while he only needed to draw the conclusions in a consiste report.

That would be left for later, though. He entered what seemed to be his room. Comfortable. A light grey and white with a calming blue pop of color in the decor. Good enough.

Once his luggage had been felt with, he returned to the kitchen to find his fridge already stocked. Perfect.

He began a simple meal of blanco arroz con pollo frito when you saw him. Another one. Only one this time though. He should be easy enough.

You moved closer, getting a better look at this intruder. Immediately you noticed he was handsome, worth a second glance at least. He was toned beyond anyone who had set foot here before, a calm, concentrated expression settling on his face as he seasoned his chicken.

Miguel was dealing with the hot stove, his loungewear on that had just enough coverage to keep him warm when he stopped abruptly, feeling a chill run down his arm.

He dismissed it quickly. It was a new house to him and the air outside cooled drastically at night, a soft draft probably crept in. Big deal.

You decided rather quickly to let him stay for a bit. He was charming, exactly your type if you were honest with yourself which, ofcourse, you’d rather not be when said man barged into your home unannounced.

“You hold my interest,” you peaked at a blue ALCHEMAX security card, seeing the name Miguel O’Hara and the same man that was humming softly as he finished frying his dinner smiling up at you, “I’ll be watching, Miguel O’Hara.”

Thank you for reading! Reposts are extremely appreciated!❣️

A/N: Feel free to send in a request! (taking new ones for a short period of time)

This is part 1 to my new GHOSTIN series! Feel free to comment if you’d like to be added to the tag list!

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Also the warnings were a joke (Hispanics)

dont take it up the ahh🥱

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So High

warnings: (glorified smoking and high/faded behavior)

word count: 400>

before you read: in this universe you and Hobie are in a relationship, smoke on occasion together, and are currently high off his cart. If this makes you uncomfortable please leave!

cart - a way to smoke cannabis oil (can look similar to a vape)

“I finally learned how to ghost by the way.”

Hobie nodded, his head leaned against the headboard as he turned his attention to you.

You inhaled the mint flavored puff bar and quickly exhaled as you let the smoke flow from your mouth, one of your first successful ghosts in a while.

He smiled like you had told him a joke, high laughs leaving him as he leaned over and gave you a peck on the lips.

He took another hit of his cart, holding it in just a second longer than usual before blowing it towards the window.

“G’ job baby. Wanna finish our paintings?”

You and Hobie both loved sinking yourselves into a comfortable high and doing something fun or calming; this meant no pressure to be punk or a hero or a pretty popstar.

Your latest high endeavor was painting. Your last had been taking a few hits and riding all the tallest roller coasters, even the ones that just felt tall when they really weren’t.

He pulled two half painted canvases from under his bed, snagging the paint and brushes with it.

You took an inhale of your boyfriends cart, turning up your slow R&B playlist, made purposefully for nights like this, and took your painting.

“It should be in a museum, you know?”

You smiled, happy little trees smiling back at you, “Yeah baby and yours should be in the Royal Palace.”

Hobie gave you a laugh that made your joke seem like the funniest thing you’d ever said. Him high felt so authentic and relaxed. He was usually chilled with a healthy sense of humor, but him faded to no end created an atmosphere that felt so insanely attractive and void of all judgement.

You rested your head on the wall next to you, keeping your permanent relaxed smile on your face.

“I love you, Hobie.”

“Baby, don’t get me started. You know I won’t stop.” Hobie shifted to sit next to you, littering your face and neck with soft kisses.

You both spent a few minutes brushing your paintings with random colors and strokes before setting everything aside as the tired lull finally set in.

Cuddled next to you, Hobie rested his arms around your waist, his hair laid wildly on his silk pillows.

Yeah. Nights like this made all the bullshit worth it.

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Domestic Bliss

Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Warnings: early smut, penetration, a loving husband, throwing up (later on and not in great detail), pregnancy scare, non use of “protection”

word count: 1.1k

Before Reading: established relationship, married couple who lives together, he’s showing his love language of service and is so sweet, there is a pregnancy mention at the very end and i plan on a part 2, if you don’t like that pls don’t read <3

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"Mige, please,"

you grabbed onto the bed sheet next to you, gripping the soft surface tightly as you knew you were slowly becoming cock drunk on Miguel’s relentless pace inside you.

Another orgasm was building its way up, your abused clit being overstimulated for what seemed like the hundredth time.

It's the sixth round tonight and you could feel the slow dragging tiredness creep into your consciousness. You loved it, every round and ounce of attention you received from the man who towered you made your heart skip a thousand beats, but when it was this late? You needed a break.

You grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling just harder than normal as the stream of Spanish mumbling of: "tu eres mio, tu eres solo mio, te amo, te amo mucho, " finally came to a halt.

He looked up, suddenly aware of your overstimulation. He pulled out in an instant, pushing your hair out of your face, feeling your temperature and giving you a kiss on your forehead.

"Fuck, mi amor, i'm sorry. Lemme go grab you some water and let's get you cleaned up ok?”

You reached up and grabbed his hand, a lazy smile drawn on your face.

"Baby just stay, please. Just for a little, okay?" He nodded and leaned back down to kiss you temple before promising he'd grab a towel and come right back.

Miguel ran from the kitchen to the bathroom, multitasking as he filled a cup with ice cold water and wet a towel while bringing another one to dry you.

He returned, somehow having pre-cut fruit in a bowl too.

You laughed to yourself; he had definitely planned this out and had that prepared earlier today.

The wet towel was dabbled along your forehead and behind your neck, he cleaned your thighs and gently allowed the cloth to freshen your intimate area as well, a loving expression never once leaving his face.

You sat up, insisting you could put your own hair up as he handed you the fruit and placed the water on the nightstand.

"Here, mami,” his shirts were always big on you, a man with the shoulders the size of a whole kid was bound to wear a few sizes up.

Setting the fruit aside you pulled him into the bed next to you, taking the water and placing it to his lips.

"Drink, baby. You always do this like you don't need to be taken care of, too." He smiled, taking a few gulps of the liquid before turning it to you to do the same.

He looked over you, admiring his plentiful red and purple love bites scattering your skin. He could never stop looking. It quite honestly might be his favorite sight in the world.

You put the glass down, watching him pull on some boxers before cuddling up to you.

"What, I don't get underwear but you do?"

He nodded, pulling your head to his chest gently as he felt sleep slowly come to claim his time.

“Mhm, baby you don't need those," a peck on your hair, “m’ can grab some of my boxers if you want. I know you like them.”

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Squinting as you felt the suns’ light practically harassing your eye awake, you immediately grasped the area next to you as you realized Miguel was gone.

You sat up, alarms going off in your head as you made a mental recheck of everything he had told you he was doing today; which was nothing.

Where was- the smell of bacon filled your senses as your anxiety washed away.

You flipped the covers and reluctantly climbed out of the warm cocoon that was your bed, turning to gather the dishes from the night before and finding them gone.

“Swear to the fucking spider gods this man is always two steps ahead,” you rubbed your eyes, stepping into your fluffy matching slippers and trudging to the kitchen.

You were met with a sight hand crafted by the gods.

The sizzling sound of bacon and the rejuvenating smell of freshly squeezed orange juice filled your senses. The one responsible, a complete marble sculpture of a man, stood with him back turned to you and soaking in the morning sunlight.

This is it. This is peak. If anything ever happened that changed this reality you might just have to end it all.

Miguel noticed your presence, smiling instantly and nodding towards the food cooking.

“Mi sol, ven aquí. I didn’t even notice you.”

You nodded lazily, coming behind him and resting your arms around his waist. Planting a kiss on his back before resting your head against it.

“Baby, why’re you up so early?”

He rubbed circles against the back of your hand, covering yours with his, “When the sun's up I'm up, you know?”

He turned around in your embrace, putting his arms around you as he took a second to maintain eye contact, “Did you enjoy last night?”

You hummed in agreement and he gave you a slow, deep kiss, smacking your ass before sending you to the kitchen island, promising breakfast will be done soon.

Not even having the opportunity to sit for a few minutes, a wave of nausea hit you like a truck. You held your stomach and rushed to a bathroom , barely having time to lift the lid before the little contents of what was left of last nights’ dinner were flushed down the toilet.

Miguel turned off the stove and rushed by your side, his hands holding your hair up.

“Baby? Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.” He fanned the back of your neck as you regained composure, somehow feeling instantly better now that your body did what it needed to.

You nodded, leaning on Miguel as you got up to go brush your teeth.

He pulled your arm, checking over you like a frantic parent as you dismissed his worries, assuring him you feel fine now and thanking him for coming to check.

“You’re not-“

“No. Mige’. We used protection and I'm on the pill.”

He leaned against the doorway, giving you space, “I mean.. we did take it off for the last few rounds.”

You gave him a burning glare, grabbing your toothbrush and applying the Spider Man themed toothpaste you both thought was hilarious when you found it in the aisle.

“Baby it doesn’t catch overnight like that,” you have him a kiss on the cheek, “ I’m sure it’s just my body having a reaction to how unusually rough we were last night.”

He hummed in agreement, giving you a quick kiss on the head and checking on the food. That explanation seemed good enough for him but truthfully you were worried.

It doesn’t take overnight. That’s the stuff of movies. Even if it, did you wouldn’t be feeling these results so soon. Your body was just in shock because of his roughing you last night.

Right?

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A/N: Ugh i caved and made a fic for him sue me

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me rn this man could flip me over good lord

[mindofmurdock]

I think a big thing that people are overlooking is how Hobie looks out for his own and how much that coincides with punk culture.

Him looking out for younger teens is so fucking punk of him. He lets Gwen stay with him because she's vulnerable and struggling, he makes her a watch, he lets her keep his shoes, etc. and it's not out of romance, it's because she's family. Same with Miles; he knows Miles is naive and wants to help him, because he's been in the spider society longer and he knows what's really going on. He sees the adults, who are supposed to mentor them, targeting Miles and he just knows it's flat-out wrong and that he wants no part of it.

Hobie takes on such a big brother role for the other characters and I love it. He's more mature than the other teens in so many aspects, and he uses his experience to teach them how to get by because that's what being punk is about

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rockstar?

Hobie Brown (Spider Punk) x reader

Head Canons

warnings: sexual implications, british people

word count: 513

before you read: established relationship, he’s a rockstar so that aspect is very much here, he still is spider-man and you in this reality are one too

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paparazzi. he loves you and wants everyone to know you’re his.. it’s just that he doesn’t like people in his life knowing what’s up with him, so he generally tries to keep his showing off tendencies down and keep your privacy safe. he knows fan girls would go crazy to be you and doesn’t want you to have to face that kind of wrath. otherwise trust you would be (and still are in some aspect) the cover of all his albums and in all his songs.

touch. he’s a fein for skin contact when you’re alone. small touches on your hip to let you know he’s there or that he misses you when you’re working on dinner or a project.

baking. he loves baking with you. the relaxing way you guys joke as you both collect the milk and eggs to make cake is so fun to him he can’t explain why.

rockstar. seeing you after his show is the best part of his night. he loves the roar of the crowd and the adrenaline he gets from singing his heart out but seeing you smiling at him like he’s the best thing in the universe does it for him every time

kids. he loves them. the next generation running around with revolutionary ideas and disobeying direct orders fuels his soul. he can’t wait to have one with you.

music. you aren’t a diehard fan of punk rock, you like other music and listen to it around him still, but the way you make an effort to listen to his favorite genre makes him filled to the brim with happiness and he feels like the luckiest guy in the world for it.

movies. he either is so thoroughly enthralled by the plot of the movie or is dead asleep. romance? if the plot is thick enough he’s there hanging on each word and screaming at the characters to kiss already. action? if he even could fall asleep the explosions and screaming would wake him up anyways. he loves horror. loves how dumb it is and how you always scream at the T.V. explaining just why the movie sucks

parties. he’s there. he’s the life of it for the first few minutes he’s there as he dabs everyone (even people he hardly knows) up and nodding to the DJ, then he’s in the corner holding the same drink he got the minute he arrived and waiting for you to come entertain him. he loves you for it

quickies. he loves them. where is he 5 minutes before a show? in the dressing room fucking your brains out and giving you a quick kiss when you cum before arriving on stage like he’s been there the whole time.

pda. a hand in your back pocket or an arm around your shoulders or waist will do. he doesn’t need everyone up in his business, especially the paparazzi or crazed fans. around other spiders he doesn’t really do much beside leave an arm around you or give you a kiss on your temple before leaving for a mission.

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Spider-verse Collection

‼️ smut

Hobie Brown

‼️Come on In. (smut and fluff)

You go into Hobies room for the first time and things get.. wouldn’t you like to know | 18+, MDNI

‼️Head Canons (Partial Smut)

Being Hobies Rockstar girlfriend is definitely interesting. I love him so fucking much here’s some scenarios and how he would act🤞

So High (fluff)

Late nights with his cart and your vape make everything seem just a little more okay. | glorified smoking and high/faded behavior

‼️Didn’t know you were an Exhibitionist (smutty smut smut)

you always fantasized about losing your virginity but when the opportunity comes, you let things happen how they want to

Miguel O’Hara

‼️ Domestic Bliss (smut and fluff)

Late night fucks and sweet aftercare with sizzling bacon in the morning. Life with Miguel couldn’t get any better.. unless your preg- no. Surely not.

GHOSTIN’ (suspense and eventual smut/fluff)

seeing a stranger live in your house can be quite infuriating for a ghost. better make it worth your while