I just wanted to let you guys know that for the moment my requests are closed. There are loadsssss of requests in my inbox and I just want to get a bunch of those finished before you guys add new ones (they were started to come in faster than I can write them)
Thank you guys SOOO much for the love and Iâll make an announcement as soon as my requests are back open.
Honestly I imagine Hobie is not a fan of cockwarming.
If his cock is inside of you, hes fucking you. Cockwarming feels like a waste of his time.
Heâll only do it if you ask, or maybe if you challenge him.
âHobie.â You whisper sternly. âsit still.â
Hobie huffs against the back of your neck, his thigh twitching a bit as youre sitting on his lap, his cock nestled deep inside of you.
âSweetheart..â he mumbles, no, whines.
Youre seated at your desk, doing some much needed work on your computer. You promised Hobie youd take care of him if he was able to wait until you were finished.
But with how warm and tight you were around him, he wasnât sure he could wait.
âpleasepleaseplease.â His head is tossed back, eyes shut tightly and his hands over his face. Your pussy is drooling around him, juices pooling on his abdomen.
âIm not changing my mind, you can wait.â You say, leaning forward closer to the laptop screen.
Hobie audibly goans at the movement, cock twitching inside you.
âIm gonna fucking cumâ he whines pathetically behind his hands. Your pussy squeezes him at his words, making him cry out again.
âYou better not.â youre smirking, but he cant see it.
âIf you cum in me, you wont be cuming for a very long time.â you warn.
Hes almost in tears now, leaning his head off the back of the chair and PRAYING youâre almost finished with your work.
1: Hi, Iâve never sent you an ask before but I love your writing! Iâm so completely hooked on your Hobie fics itâs actually kinda crazy.
2: I was on Pinterest and I saw this fanart and thought âI know a Tumblr author who might appreciate thisâ so here it is.
(Also there was nothing on your pinned post about sending pics and stuff so I apologize in advance if you didnât want this kinda thing in your inbox.)
Oh you know me so wellđźâđš
I can just imagine hobieâs arm being tightly pressed over his eyes while youâre sucking him off because youâve only been at it for 5 minutes but he knows the second he sees your lips sliding over that vein on his shaft, heâll cum so hard he might drown you.
Hello! Is there any chance we can have earth 42 Miles x crafty reader? Basically the reader like to crochet, knit and maybe reader fixes Miles's shoes by using very simple materials
Feel free to not do this ask , hope you have a good day/night ^^
EARTH-42 MILES MORALES x crafty!gn!reader
Honestly he admires your handiness.
Miles himself is pretty crafty, just in the mechanical way. So he likes having you to bounce ideas off of.
Sometimes when he thinks of things he cant build, heâll draft up a blueprint/concept drawing, and see if you can put it to action.
He buys you random supplies always, even for things he knows you cant do, thinking itâll just fuel your interest in learning.
Initially he thinks crochet is kind of useless.
Like he thinks you can only really make hats and scarves, like grandmas do with knitting.
But then you start making the coolest tops and bags and hats.
And suddenly hes hooked.
Whenever you go on dates, heâll want you to wear something you made.
âI wanna show off how talented you are.â
Heâll let you make him a bucket hat, he only wears it occasionally though.
Whenever he goes to the store, he always returns with a spool of yarn for you.
And the day he scuffs his jordans,
He watches with hearts in his eyes as you use some mixed paint solution and a heat gun to get them back looking brand new.
drop idea for the next part because Im running outta steam lol
It isnt long before you and Miles are hanging out every other day.
You would see him after school when you could, or he would sneak into your room at night.
And this goes on for weeks.
That is until youâre talking to Miles one night outside his flat.
You wish him goodbye, kissing his cheek and being on your way. He goes inside, and as youâre about half way down the block, you get a text.
âmy momma saw you kiss me through the window, she wants to meet you.â
You literally stand still on the sidewalk for a moment, heart beating in your chest.
So the two of you try to schedule a day where you can sit down and meet Rio.
You pitch the following day, but she has to work late at the hospital.
Miles pitches friday, but you have an afterschool study session
So you pick that sunday, which works until Miles calls you and tells you Rio was scheduled a later shift and wouldnt be able to cook that day.
âHow about we cook instead? To give her a break.â You say.
Milesâ face scrunches up in the facetime.
âI cant cook.â He says plainly.
âBut I can, it could be a surprise.â You say.
So thats what you do. Miles tells Rio and Aaron theyâll order food that afternoon, and you and Miles go to the store to get groceries in the morning.
Miles sat at the island of the kitchen, his head in his hand as he watched you cook.
He was playing music for you, a couple modern hispanic pop songs.
âShes really gonna like this.â Miles said, small smike on his face.
âI hope so.â You reply, mixing something in a pot.
You put your spoon down, letting the food cook while you turn to Miles.
You reach your hand out, prompting him to stand infront of you.
You smile up at him, swaying your hips softly in tune of the music.
He follows your lead, a little smoother than you expected.
He hums along softly to the song, spinning your around the kitchen.
âYoure light on your feet.â You say, letting him twirl you.
The two of you dance and laugh until the kitchen timer dings, in which you break away to check the food.
And unbeknownst to you, Rio stands at the front door, Aaron at her side as she peers through the opened crack.
âTheyre gonna realize youre watching em.â He says, a smirk plasterd on his face.
âI havent seen my baby dance since he was a baby.â Rio whispers.
She waits until the two of you begin plating the food to smooth her scrubs out and open the door.
âEstoy en casa.â She said softly, catching Milesâs eyes.
âWhats all this?â She had a sort of unreadable expression on her face.
âMiles told me you wouldnt have time to cook, so I thought why not cook for you?â You say timidly.
You take you oven mits off and walk up to Rio.
âSoy s/n, gusto en conocerla Sra. Moralesâ You smile, holding your hand out to her.
Her expression cracks, a smile gracing her lips.
âEncantada de conocerte, nice spanish you have there.â
You then hold your hand out to Aaron.
âNice to meet you too Mr.Aaron.â
Aaron is a bit more curt with his handshake, his face still stoic. He hums out a little âmhmâ as he shakes your hand.
âShes pretty, Miles.â Rio gushes, then she turns to you. âYoure really pretty.â
miles shrugs with a cocky grin on his face, leaning against the kitchen island.
You smile and thank her, walking back to the stove.
âMiles mentioned how much you like puerto rican dishes, so i made mofongo and Arroz con gandules.â
Rio looks over the food, taking a moment to smell over the aromas.
âYour abuela used to make this when you were little, Miles.â She says fondly, then she shakes her head.
âThis looks great, lets eat. Miles help me set the table.â
So while you plate the food, Rio and Miles set the table. The four of you sat down to eat not before long, You and Miles on one side of the table, Rio and Aaron on the other.
âYou did real good here, ma.â Miles says, mouth half full.
âHeâs right, you know your way around a kitchen. Isnt that right Aaron?â Rio elbows him.
Aaron humms a âmhmâ eating well nonetheless.
âYou know Unc,â Miles begins, putting a spoonful of rice in his mouth.
âY/n might be able to fix your truck.â
Aaron raises his eyebrow at you, your eyes widening.
âOh- I, uh, my dad works with cars, Miles told me you were having some issues, maybe i could take a look at it.â You say softly, tensing under his gaze.
âIts an engine problem. I doubt you can fix it.â He says.
Before you can say anything, Miles and Rio protest at the same time.
âCmon man.â
âGive her a chance.â
Aaron rolls his eyes.
ââŠ.you can come look at it after dinner.â He says, getting back to his meal.
When everyone finishes their meal and the conversation dies down, Aaron gets up from the table.
âLets go.â He huffs.
You and Miles stand up and follow him to the door just before he puts his hand to Milesâ chest.
âHelp your moma with the dishes.â
âMan what I-â Milesâ face scrunches up in irritation as Aaron gives him a pointed look.
âWeâll be back.â He says, motioning you to follow him.
And you do, you follow him down to the parking deck. He leads you to a mini garage labeled with a different apartment number than the one Miles stays in, probably for a different building.
Silently he pops the hood of the car for you, propping open his took box and motioning towards the car. He then crosses his arms and leans against the wall.
You gulp.
Quietly you scan your eyes over the mechanics inside the hood, looking to see what could be wrong with the engine.
âThe start up is weak.â Aaron says suddenly.
âTook her to the mechanics and they quoted me 7 hundred to fix it.â
âOh, why didnt they just give it a flush?â You ask, turning to him.
He raises an eyebrow.
You look around the garage for a mechanic creep, stretching it out and rolling your way under the hood of the car. Taking a wrench, you dislodge a couple bolts, pulling a pannel open.
âDo you have a watter bottle?â You ask, reaching your grease soaked hand our from under the car.
Theres shuffling, then a new watter bottle is placed in your hand.
You flush out part of the engine, using a given rag to dry it out and placing the pannel back on. Then you roll out from under the car, wiping your forehead.
âTry starting her up.â You say.
Aaron gets in the car, putting the key in and starting it up. And it starts up smooth.
A suprised expression crosses his face, followed by a smile.
âId do that every 2-3 months, if you do it too much those parts will rust.â You say, coming up besides him while wiping your hands with a rag.
Aaron claps your back suddenly, beaming down at you.
âThanks babygirl, I might have to get you in here on off days, get a set of extra hands on the projects weâre working on.â
You wonder if heâs talking about prowler things.
You dont ask though, giving a small âyouâre welcomeâ and walking after him as he closes the garage.
The walk back is quiet for a while, then Aaron speaks.
âMy nephew has a lot going on in his life.â He says.
âIf you can keep him focused on whatâs important, Ionâ mind you staying around.â
You look over at him, then nod your head.
When the two of you return to the apartment, youâre laughing at the embarrassing Miles stories Aaron is telling you.
âWell, howâd it go?â Rio asks, a little surprised at Aaronâs joyfulness.
âShe saved me 7 hundred, so pretty well.â He smiles.
âSee i knew you could handle it.â Miles nudges your shoulder and kisses your cheek.
âY/n.â Rio calls you name. Her and Aaron look at each other, then at you.
âÂżPuedo hablar contigo un momento?â
You look at her and nod, noticing Aaron usher miles into another room.
âYes maâam?â You say, sitting at the dining table across from her.
âYou know I love my son.â She begins. The air is a little tense now.
âI love him more than anything else, more than heâll ever know. And he has lost a lot. I dont want to see him hurt again.â She looks at you seriously.
âI dont want to see him hurt ever.â You reply.
âLets make a deal, then.â Rio says.
âYou take care of him, make sure he knows hes loved, and be there for him in the places I cant, and no matter what youll always be welcome here in my home.â
You smile, shaking her out stretched hand.
âDeal.â
The rest of the evening you spend having hearty conversations with Rio and Aaron in the living room.
Miles has you pressed to his side, his hand on your knee.
Sometime into the night you notice him drifting off beside you, his head drooping onto your shoulder peacefully.
And after a while its time for you to go home.
âWalk her home boy.â Aaron quipped, smacking Miles on the back of his neck and startling him awake.
Miles glares at his uncle, getting up to grab his shoes and meet you by the door.
And he walks you home, hand in yours and shoulders relaxed. And once youâre home, you kiss him on the cheek and wish him goodnight.
Then maybe an hour later, after youve showered and gotten into your pajamas, you get a text.
âYou did good today, Hermosa, Im proud of you. Also, my mom really likes you, she said come back soonâ
this one was short because weâre bringing mama Rio in the next part
The next thing you notice about miles is he is NOTT a good texter.
nonetheless, you work with him, trying your best to pick a day where your schedules to meet up.
âDont worry about it, mami. Just be cute when I get there.â Milesâ voice rings out through the phone as you look for an outfit. You can hear the clicking of his game controller through the phone.
Its 12:00pm right now, Miles was coming to you meet you at 1:30
âMkay.â You mumbled, putting different shirts up to your chest in the mirror.
âIll see you when you get here.â You say, looking at the phone.
ânos vemos pronto, hermosa.â He says, hanging up the phone.
you take extra care while getting ready. You were not quite sure if this was a date, but spending the day with Miles still had your stomach in a twist.
You close the clasp on your necklace just as your phone dings with a text from miles.
You grab your bag, jogging through your apartment to the front door.
Miles bares a little smile when your eyes meet his.
âYou look nice, maâ He says, stepping aside so you can lock the door behind yourself.
âYoure not too bad yourself.â You smile,
Miles leads you away from your apartment building and down the block. Its mildly warm outside, and the sun is out.
As you walk to begin to notice Milesâ hand continuously brushing yours. Then slowly his fingers crawl into your palm until your hands are clasped together.
You look over at miles, who is exaggeratedly looking at the sky and pretending to whistle with a goofy smile.
You giggle, holding his hand tightly.
You didnt even know Miles had a sense of humor.
âYou feelinâ icecream?â He asks suddenly, pointing to an icecream spot on the strip.
âAlways.â You reply, letting him lead you inside.
The place is cute, summer beach themed, and empty momentarily.
Miles smirks down at you as you browse all the flavors in the display case.
âWhat are you gonna get?â You ask, not looking away from the glass.
âVanilla.â Milesâ answer is quick.
âWhat? Thats so borninggg.â You say.
âI havent really gotten into crazy flavors.â He shrugs.
You shake your head.
âPick a flavor for me then.â
You look back at him, then at the case again.
You choose brownie for yourself, and cookies and cream for Miles.
And as soon as the woman behind the counter hands you the cones, Miles is at the counter, paying for the both of you before you can protest.
The two of you find a bench down the block to sit at afterwards, enjoying your ice creams peacefully.
âYou like it?â You ask, gesturing to his icecream.
âMhm, its real sweet.â He says
âWanna try?â He extends his cone towards you.
You shyly take a lick from his ice cream, savoring the flavor thoughtfully.
âIts good.â You smile.
âWanna try mine?â Miles doesnât think too hard about it, pulling in a bit of yours with his lips.
His face scrunchs up for a moment.
âYours is MAD sweet.â He says.
âYou dont like sweet things?â You ask, turning to face him on the bench.
âI like you.â He says suddenly.
âBut nah, im not huge on sweets.â He goes back to eating his ice cream
The two of you go to a park afterwards, spending the day outside.
Youre still there just as the sun begins to set.
âIts gonna be dark soon.â You say, staring up at the sky with your head in Milesâs lap. He was seated upright on the grass, you laid against him.
âImma walk you home, ma.â Miles says, looking down at you, while you watch the sky.
âGonna make sure there arent any more men following me?â You joke.
âThat shit wont happen again, not while Ive got you.â
And he means it.
He keeps his hand in yours on the walk home, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.
When the two of you reach your door, hes giving you a pretty smile.
âBe careful, okay?â Milesâ eyes widen as you press a small kiss to his cheek.
âIm always careful.â He says, pressing his hand to his cheek
you give him a flat stare.
âAight aight, not always. Mi mal, hermosa.â
You shake your head, wishing him goodbye with a warm smile.
âYou speak spanish?â Miles asks, sitting down on your bed and pulling his shirt from his body.
The big gash on his side is covered in bandages, blood stained.
âA little, I take a class at school.â You smile, bending down infront of him. He spreads his knees, letting you settle onto the ground infront of him.
He shuts his eyes tight as you unwrap the bandage.
âThats a pretty chain.â You mumbled, using a cottonball to dab at the wound.
Milesâ hands come to to touch the chain hes wearing. It was one of the many things he half-hazardly bought with his work money.
âWhereâd you get it? Ive been looking for something similar.â You ask.
âI honestly canât remember.â He mumbles, from his tone you could only assume he was telling the truth.
âThats okay, anyway Youre all good.â You say just finishing his bandages, standing up and putting your things away.
âOh.â Miles mumbles, not realizing how little time that would take you.
âAnything else I can help you with, Prowler?â He shivers at the way the name rolls off your tongue.
âGuess not.â He says, standing up and walking towards the window. His hands are in his pockets.
He leaves, climbing back out your window and disappearing past the block.
After two days a package shows up at your door.
When you open it, you realize its a chain, identical to Milesâ and brand new.
You giggle a little while clasping it around your neck.
You dont see Miles again for two weeks.
âYou know we can just schedule meet ups instead of you showing up to my window at night.â You say, watching as Miles in his normal clothes climbs out if the darkness and into your room.
He ignores your statement, taking his shoes and jacket off and sitting at your desk. He leans back, legs spread wide and eyes closed.
You shake you head, sitting down on your bed and facing him.
âWhats troubling you?â You ask.
âNothing important.â He says quickly. He opens his eyes and looks at you.
âYoure wearing the chain.â He mumbles.
âYeah.â You reach up and touch it. âItâs really nice, I thought you didnât know where you got it from.â
Miles shrugs
âHow much was it? I can pay you back-â
âEres Bonita, you shouldnt have to pay for your own shit.â He cuts you off.
You pause.
âThank you.â You smile, looking at his hard expression, he nods.
Its silent for a while, Miles just recollecting with his eyes closed.
âYouve been with the cops yet?â He asks calmly. The question startles you.
ââŠexcuse me?â
âYou got my name, you know my face, you could rat me out nâ get that reward money.â He says, opening his eyes to look at you.
âis thatâŠwhat you want me to do..?â You ask, looking at him in confusion.
âIm asking why you havenât already.â He stated.
âOh. because I dont want to.â
Miles furrowed his eyebrows.
âI like you, Miles. Plus you helped me out when I needed you. What you do as the prowler doesnât really concern me.â You say.
Miles stares at you a bit longer, gears turning in his head.
âYou can believe me, Im not lying. Now its late, and I am kind of tired. Stay if you want, but my dad usually pops in at 7 to say hes leaving for work.â You say, moving the covers so you could properly get into bed.
You look over at Miles, whos still sitting quietly at you desk.
You lock eyes with him, holding out your hand.
He stares for a while longer, before slowly getting up and sitting on your bed.
He doesnât get under the coveres, opting to sit with his back against the headboard. He lets you curl up besides him, laying your head in his lap.
His hand ghosts over your shoulder, rubbing soft circles with his thumb as your eyes close.
âGoodnight Miles.â
ââŠ..goodnight y/n.â
When your father wakes you up the next morning as hes leaving, the bed is empty and Miles is gone.
You rub your eyes a little bit, looking to see if he left anything behind.
On your bedside table there was another note.
â maybe we should schedule meet ups. xxx-xxx-xxxx -milesâ
You smile to yourself, immediately putting his number in your phone.
You shut your phone off with a huff just after pressing send on your 6th text of the hour. You were waiting at the restaurant Miles agreed to meet you at, only he was an hour and a half late, and his phone was on dnd.
Its not like this was the first time either, Miles was habitually late to important things and you were starting to become fed up with it.
Suddenly you huffed in frustration, getting up from the booth and striding out of the restaurant. Miles promised heâd treat you to dinner to celebrate an internship you received, AND to make up for the last date he was three hours late to.
âIm not sitting in that damn booth for three hours.â You mumbled, beginning the walk back to your house. You thought back to a couple days before when the two of you were planning the event.
âIm gonna do it right this time, Mami. I wont let you down, I promise.â You mocked, rolling your eyes as your pace increased.
You flinched as your phone buzzed.
âim otw.â
That simple text somehow angered you even more.
âdont bother. I left.â You replied just before fumbling for the keys to your flat.
You stomp into the empty apartment, throwing down your bag and taking off the new outfit you bought just for the date.
Your grip was rough as you pulled a box from your bedside table. You grated, rolled, and sealed your first blunt so aggressively that you almost dropped it.
Then you took a deep breath. You were laying in bed in your bra and some pajama shorts, hair and makeup done, about to smoke your frustrations away when you should have been celebrating with your boyfriend. It was almost laughable.
So thats what you did, placing the blunt to your lips and lighting it while letting out a deep chuckle.
____
Miles stared down at his phone before letting out a low sigh. He had just gotten back to the garage, he was pulling his suit off while simultaneously texting you that he was on the way. He wasnât surprised that your response was quick, but he was surprised at what it said.
He knew you were upset, he would be if he was you, but he just couldnt tell you what was going on.
He was too afraid to lose you, but he was starting to think heâd lose you anyway.
He took another deep sigh, saying bye to Aaron and beginning to walk to your apartment. And when he got there, he climbed the fire escape, peering into your bedroom.
The air in the room was foggy, you were smoking, something he knew you only did when you were stressed or anxious.
He lifted the window slowly, stepping in and closing it behind himself.
He watched as your eyes flew open, looking at him for a moment before closing again. You were laying on your back, one hand behind your head and the hand holding the blunt resting on her forehead.
âI missed you, mi corazon.â Miles mumbled, trying to ease the tension. The smell of weed was heavy in the air as you took a slow drag from the blunt, eyes still closed.
âCool.â You replied, smoke falling out of your mouth as you spoke.
âThe date thing was my fault, something came up, you know how that shit is.â He said. He was waiting for the yelling and the angry frustrated tears, but they didnt come, and he couldnât tell if that was good or not.
âMaybe I should make marijuana my new boyfriend.â You said, taking another hit and letting it trail out your nose.
âIts always there when I need it to be.âïżŒ Your eyes were still closed, chest rising and falling calmly.
âMi vida, You know Im sorry-â
âmhm.â You hummed.
âIts not gonna happen again I swear-â
âright.â
âImma make it up to you I swear.â
He watched as you took a hit from the blunt once again. Eyes opening this time, watching the far wall.
âMilesâŠâ She blew the smoke.
âGet out.â
Milesâ eyes widened a bit.
âHermosa, I-â
âIf I have this conversation with you right now, Im going to break up with you. I suggest you leave my room.â You say calmly.
Miles felt an immediate pain in his chest, his hands beginning to shake. He was silent as he walked back to the window, opening it and pushing his leg through.
âI love you, y/n.â He said, pausing for a moment.
âI know you do.â You reply, tapping the ash off your blunt.
I just cant stop thinking of Earth-42! miles with a reader that falls for prowler first.
(had to rewrite this post because it didnt save the first time *frustration*)
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4
EARTH-42 MILES MORALES X Reader
I imagine youâve snuck out, leaving your apartment in the middle of the night unbeknownst to your parents.
Youre walking down to your house under the cover of darkness when quickly you notice your being followed.
You curse silently.
The man behind you is much bigger than you are, and youre not sure you could fight him off if it came to it.
You start taking random turns, leading the man away from your apartment building, but as you being to pass an alley way, he grabs you, ducking you in.
He has you against a wall, his forearm holding your neck to the bricks.
âYoure real beautiful, do me a favor and keep quiet.â You flinch as his voice, hands shaking as your eyes begin to water.
Then suddenly theres a âwhooshâ and the man falls to the ground, dead.
You look up to your rescuer, and its the prowler, a well know criminal in the area.
Your heart beats in your ears as he begins to walk away, boots clanking down the sidewalk.
You run after him.
âThank you!â You say, jogging to keep up with his strides.
âYou really saved my ass.â
âItâs dangerous out at night.â He huffs, voiced warbled by the mask. You let out a little chuckle.
âYeahâŠâ You stop walking.
âCould you walk me home? please?â
The prowler stops walking, most likely contemplating what he should do. Then he lets out another sigh.
âYou owe me.â He states firmly, turnning around to face you.
You smile, carefully wrapping your hand around two if his clawed, gloved fingers and leading him in the opposite direction.
The walk was almost silent, you taking occasional glances at the villian by your side. You noticed he had two thick braids that cascaded down his neck.
What you didnt notice was the glances he spared at you.
When the two if you reached your apartment, he watched as you climbed the fire escape to your window. You open it, climbing inside. Then you pole your head back out, mouthing a âthank you!â and waving down at the prowler.
you wait expectantly for him to wave back, smiling once he finally does.
Then he disappears.
You didnt know if you would ever see the masked villian again.
So imagine your surprise two weeks later when theres a knock at your window.
It was around 8pm, you were working on a school assignment when the sound of metal tapping glass hit your ears.
You turn in your spinning chair, eyes widened at the sight of prowler crouched in your window.
You rush to unlock it, pullibg up the glass pane and letting the night air in.
âMissed me?â You ask, trying to mask the shaking in your voice.
âDo you have a digital alarm clock?â He asks, ignoring your question all together.
You think for a moment.
âI might have my old one in my closet.â You say, not giving him a chance to reply before you turned on your heel.
You expected him to follow you, but he didnt, staying perched in the window and looking around your bedroom from the outside.
He waited as you rummaged through your things.
Then suddenly you emerged, holding an alarm clock, the cord trailing behind you.
What do you need it for?â you ask.
âMechanical parts.â was his vauge reply.
, you hand it to him.
He held it in one of his clawed hands, getting ready to depart. That was until you crossed your arms and loudly cleared your throat.
He looked at you.
âThank you?â You raise an eyebrow.
ââŠâŠ..Thanks.â He mumbles, just before jumping off the fire escape and disappearing again.
The next time you see him is well over a month later.
Its a little past 3am, and youâre well into needed sleep.
Then theres another knock at you window.
A bunch of knocks actually. You hear the metal tapping sound until you rise from your bed, annoyed to say the least.
When you see Prowler at your window once again, you pick up the pace moving to the window to open it.
This time, as soon as you life the pane, he steps in.
Or he tries to, he trips, his body hitting the ground softly next to your bed.
âWoah- are you alrightâŠâ You ask, panicked.
He doesnât answer.
âProwlerâŠ.?â You ask, closing the window.
Still no answer.
âpleasedontbedeadpleasedontbedeadpleasedontbedeadâŠâ You press your ear to his metal chest, bending down to his laying position.
Hes breathing.
You sigh in relief.
You sit and think for a moment before carefully sitting him up.
You try your best to remove all the parts of his suit, placing them in a neat pile in your closet as you go.
You realize theres a flesh wound on the side of his ribs, and a couple cuts and bruises elsewhere.
After immense debate, you hesitantly press the button on his mask, letting it move to the side to reveal his face.
HesâŠhandsome, you realize, and much younger than you imagined. There was a cut on his face and a bruise by his hairline, there was a bit of bleeding in his scalp, you assumed thats what caused him to pass out.
You tiptoe to the bathroom, grabbing a first aid kit and begining to clean him up with a warm rag and bandages.
You even unbraid his hair, dressing the wound in his scalp and braiding it back in a way that wouldnât irritate the healing.
He doesnt stir in the slightest, seemingly a heavy sleeper.
After youâre finished, you carefully move him to your bed, and cuddle up beside him. You get close, but dont touch him, then slowly you drift off to sleep.
When Miles wakes up, his initial response is panic. He begins to look around, trying to pinpoint where he is.
He flinches as he lifts his arm to rub the sleep from his eyes.
âGood morning.â You say, emerging from the bathroom dressed for school the day.
He watches as you begin to do your hair in the mirror.
âGâmornin.â He mumbles, still watching you.
âHow are you feeling?â You ask. He looks down, analyzing how you dressed his wounds.
âIm fine. Sore. You aint do too bad here.â He says. Now you can really hear his accent without the mask.
âGood. Good⊠you scared me yknow, I was worried.â You mumble.
Miles furrows his eyes, but he keeps quiet.
He watches as you grab you bookbag and your keys.
âYour suit is in my closet. I set out clean towels in my bathroom if you want to shower. My dad is gone for the day, you can make yourself something to eat if youâd like. Leave whenever you want, just please close my window when you go.â You say, hand on the doorframe.
âOkayâŠâŠâŠ..âŠ.thank you.â he mumbles, still staring hard at you.
âYouâre welcomeeeâŠ..â You leave the sentence open.
ââŠ..Miles.â He says softly.
âMiles.â You repeat.
âGet some rest.â You say, opening the door.
âAnd dont be a stranger.â
His gaze lingers on the doorway even long after youâve left.
And when you come home, Miles is gone.
The towels are in the hamper, his suit is gone from the closet, your bed is made, and the window is closed, its like he was never there at all.
But then sitting on your desk, theres $300 cash and a small note.
Hi could I request Hobie x fem reader where reader tells Hobie she pregnant with his child đ€ like how would Hobie react and help her through her pregnancy? đł
Love you bestie đđ
HOBIE BROWN x pregnant! reader
Hobie knows hes young, he knows youre young too, but when you tell him, he cant help but be incredibly excited.
âIm pregnant, Hobes.â You said nonchalantly, reclining back on the couch next to him. There was a ghost of a smile on your lips as you watched the gears turn in his head, still processing what you told him and void of the previous conversation the two of you were having.
âYoure joking?â He asked, turning to you, the corner of his lips already turning up.
âIm not.â You smile, still relaxed.
âFucking hell!â He chuckles, sitting up next to you. His hands are under your shirt and all over your stomach in an instant, and you laugh at his expression.
âYoure not going to be able to feel it yet.â You laugh, giggling as he presses a kiss to your temple.
âDoesnt matter, I know hes in there.â Hobie says.
âHe?â
âHe.â
Hobie is very patient with you through the entire pregnancy. And youâre understanding with him when it comes to his Spiderman duties.
Heâll swing past your favorite fast food restaurant on the way home from patrol, or massage your back and feet when you feel fatigued.
He does whatever you ask him to, just overjoyed that you love him enough to carry his child.
When you go into labor he refuses to leave your side. he gets lightheaded while watching the baby come out so he chooses to stand closer to your face.
You two didnt want to know the gender until the baby was born
It doesnt matter what it is anyway, heâll love the child all the same, but he will be pretty smug if it is in fact a boy.
âI toldyaâ didnt I? I got quite a knack for these typaâ things.â
Definitely asks Peter B for father advice, but he does it nonchalantly, he doesnt want to be too uncool.
Petter is happy to teach him little tips and tricks he wish he knew when Mayday was born.
If the baby is a spider, Hobie makes specially fit web slingers for their wrists once theyâre able to walk.
And as soon as the baby is talking, heâs teaching them.
(Have you guys seen that tiktok of the guy reading to the baby and he says âthe cow goes mooo! the butterfly dont say nofimâ and the pig says âyou have the right to remain silentâ â Well thatâs exactly the kind of things hobie says to the baby.)
Overall hes just a young father trying his best.
And some nights once hes finished with patrol, heâll crawl in through the window, taking off his mask with a fond smile was he notices you and the baby fast asleep. Heâll strip, then crawl into bed and hold you two in his arms.
Imagine a complete party girl spider maybe she's from Vegas and she's very sex positive being raised in the state of prostitutes and hobie meeting her and they get close and when they have sex he's surprised she's so experienced
HOBIE BROWN x Experience! reader
Hobieâs eyebrows are pinched together, lips slightly parted and eyes blinking rapidly as you rode him. He could barely breath, you had him going so good.
When he met you, you were just moving into state from vegas. And from what he could tell initially, you could drink like a sailor.
What he didnât expect, was for you to completely blow his mind during sex.
âs-shit~ohâ Hobie hissed, head falling back against the pillows.
Your hand was braced on the headboard, your other hand coming around the nape of his neck and lifting his head to meet you eyes.
âDont tap out me.â You hummed, leaning down to kiss his lips as your hips slammed down on his with such intensity.
He squeezed your ass, moaning desperately into your mouth.
âFuck sweetheart, just like that.â His hands come down onto your hips, gripping them like his life depended on it.
You could feel his dick twitching inside you, his breath picking up.
He mumbled you name a couple times, catching his lip between his teeth.
Then suddenly he picked you up, flipping the two of you over so he was now hovering over your body. His glistening length sat heavy on top of your folds as he took a deep breath.
