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under the blanket

you find yourself cuddling under a blanket in hobie's lap at a crowded party, seemingly innocent. at least... at first. (a/n: just a lil drabble i wrote while i work on other things!!)

hobie x reader | 477 words

warnings: fingering, almost caught, slight voyeurism??

The bass of the music pulsed through the room, masking the subtle sounds of your uneven breathing. You sat on Hobie’s lap, a blanket draped over the both of you, hiding the way his hand was moving beneath it. His fingers were in your panties, teasing, pushing you closer to the edge as you tried desperately to keep your composure. To anyone else, it just looked like two people cuddling for warmth.

“Hobie,” you whispered through clenched teeth, your hands gripping his jacket. “Someone’s gonna see.”

He smirked against your ear, his voice low and smug. “Nah, love. They’re all too busy. Just you and me back here. Relax.” His other hand rested loosely on your waist, keeping you from moving too much.

But before you could respond, a familiar voice called your name.

“There you are!” Karl approached, his arrogant swagger already making Hobie stiffen beneath you. You froze, your eyes widening as Karl stopped in front of you both. He barely seemed to acknowledge your boyfriend, and you saw Hobie's jaw clench from the corner of your eye. He wasn't the type to get jealous, but Karl was...well, Karl. He had the sort of audacity that makes you wanna punch him in the face.

“H-hey,” you muttered under your breath, but Hobie’s fingers didn’t stop. If anything, they sped up, the deliberate movement making you gasp softly. You quickly turned it into a cough, hoping Karl didn’t notice.

“You alright?” Karl asked, frowning slightly. “You sound... off.”

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, your voice shaky and uneven. You tried to sit still, to act normal, but Hobie’s fingers curled just right, and your breath hitched audibly. Karl’s brow furrowed, his gaze flicking between you and Hobie.

Hobie, of course, looked completely unbothered. He leaned back against the chair, his arm casually draped around your waist as he smirked at Karl. “She’s fine, mate. Probably just tired. You know how it is.”

Karl hesitated, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he suspected something. But Hobie’s confident, almost lazy demeanor seemed to throw him off. After a moment, Karl cleared his throat. “Right. Well, uh, have you seen Gwen around?”

You tried to answer, but Hobie’s fingers moved faster, and the words caught in your throat. “I—I think she’s—” Another movement, sharper this time, and your voice faltered completely. You bit your lip hard, your nails digging into Hobie’s arm as you tried to hold it together.

“She’s probably by the bar,” Hobie said smoothly, saving you. “Maybe you should check there, yeah?”

Karl nodded slowly, clearly uncomfortable now. “Uh, yeah. Thanks.” He turned on his heel and walked away quickly, leaving you alone with Hobie once again.

The second Karl was gone, you turned to Hobie, glaring at him through your flushed cheeks. “You’re insane,” you hissed, your voice a mix of frustration and arousal. “He definitely noticed!”

Hobie just laughed, his fingers still working under the blanket. “Good. Maybe now he’ll take the hint and piss off.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your jaw as you squirmed in his lap. “C’mon, angel. Don’t stop now. You were doin’ so good.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but a moan slipped out instead, and Hobie’s grin widened. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

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can you do a 1610 miles x reader who started out not liking him and seeing him as competition in everything school wise but slowly starts to tolerate him then likes him?? (kinda like percabeth if you have watched Percy Jackson 😔)

not so bad after all

SORRY THIS TOOK ME LIKE 10 YEARS TO POST 😓 but here u go love

miles 1610 x reader

You were so done with Miles Morales.

It wasn’t that you had anything personal against him, not at first. But over time, you couldn’t stand the way he breezed through school with that effortless charm and always seemed to be one step ahead of you. It didn’t matter how hard you worked, how many hours you spent pouring over your assignments, he always ended up with a better grade. And it wasn’t like he was putting in more effort than you—he was just naturally good at everything. Even the teachers seemed to love him. You hated that.

It started with a simple math class project. You were paired up, and of course, you were the one who took the lead, taking the work seriously. But Miles? He showed up late, casually threw his backpack on the table, and gave you that signature smile of his, the one that said he wasn’t worried about anything. At first, you thought he was just trying to get out of doing the work.

You didn’t know what to expect from him. At all.

“I got the stuff for the project,” he said, pulling out a crumpled sheet of paper. “You cool with me taking the lead on the presentation?”

You raised an eyebrow. “The lead? I’m doing all the heavy lifting here. Don’t think you can just—”

Miles raised his hands, cutting you off with that lazy grin. “Nah, nah, I got this. You just, uh, relax, okay? I got the talk. You do the research part.”

“Relax?” you repeated, clearly annoyed. “I’m not gonna relax. This project counts for half of our grade, and I’m not letting you screw this up.”

He shrugged like it was no big deal. “It’s all good, alright? I’m just gonna help you out, and we’ll be golden.”

You didn’t like it. You didn’t like the way he acted like it was all easy. Like school didn’t matter. But that’s just who Miles was—he didn’t sweat the small stuff, even when it seemed like the whole world was on his shoulders. And it really bothered you that he made it look so effortless.

By the time the project rolled around, you were already fuming. Miles had put in half the work you had, and yet he somehow managed to present everything so smoothly. Everyone in class was laughing at his jokes, even the teacher. Meanwhile, you were left there, quietly simmering with frustration.

But the worst part? He got a better grade than you.

That was it. You had officially had enough.

From that day forward, your rivalry with Miles became cemented. It wasn’t about liking or disliking him anymore—it was about winning. Every test, every assignment, you pushed yourself harder, studying late into the night just to make sure you beat him. And for every grade you got, you swore it wasn’t good enough unless you saw him in your rearview mirror. You didn’t care that he was always kind to you, that he didn’t even mean to get under your skin. You were too wrapped up in your pride to care.

And Miles? Well, he seemed to be pretty clueless about the whole thing.

You’d catch him in the halls sometimes, nodding at you as you rushed to class. “Yo, you good?” he’d ask, his voice casual but with that playful edge you were growing to hate.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you’d snap back, not bothering to hide your irritation. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

He’d just shrug it off with a laugh, like it was no big deal. And that was the worst part—he never seemed to take you seriously.

You didn’t even realize how much this little “rivalry” had taken over your life until one afternoon in the library, when you were working on an English essay. You’d been going at it for hours, trying to perfect every detail. And then, of course, Miles walked in.

He didn’t see you at first. He was on his phone, tapping away with that effortless confidence of his. And you? You were staring at your screen, trying to finish the assignment without pulling your hair out.

But then, just as you thought you could focus again, you heard him.

“Yo, you still struggling with that essay?” Miles asked, glancing over your shoulder at your screen.

You rolled your eyes, doing your best to ignore him. “No, I’m fine.”

Miles raised an eyebrow. “You sure? ‘Cause, uh, I was thinking of taking a break and you look like you could use some help. You’ve been here for a minute.”

You froze. Did he just—did he just offer to help you? After all that? After the competition, the constant one-upmanship?

“No thanks,” you muttered, trying to focus back on your work. “I got it.”

But of course, Miles didn’t back off. He dropped his bag on the table with a thud and slid into the seat across from you. “Alright, alright. But don’t say I didn’t offer. I can be a real lifesaver when I want to be.”

You narrowed your eyes, half tempted to snap at him again. But you were too tired, too exhausted to keep up the fight. So instead, you just stayed quiet, letting the silence stretch between you.

Minutes passed, and to your surprise, Miles didn’t make a sound. He wasn’t on his phone anymore, he wasn’t distracting you. He was just… there. Focused. It was a weird shift. And even though you hated to admit it, you kind of respected him for it.

Eventually, Miles spoke again. “You know, you’re pretty good at this stuff.” he said, glancing at your screen. “Way more into it than you let on.”

You scoffed, but it wasn’t as sharp as it used to be. “I’m just doing what I need to do. Not everyone can just coast through things like you.”

He didn’t react like you expected him to. Instead, he smiled. “I’m not coasting. I work for it, too, you know. But… I guess I’ve got my own way of doing things.”

You wanted to argue, wanted to throw his usual attitude back in his face. But something about the way he said it made you pause. He didn’t sound unserious. He didn’t sound like he was trying to prove anything. He just sounded… genuine.

For a second, you forgot about all the competition, the petty rivalries, the jealousy. You realized, maybe, you’d been seeing him all wrong.

And that’s when it happened. Without even thinking about it, you let your guard down for the first time in a long while. “Maybe you’re not so bad,” you muttered, staring at your screen again, avoiding his eyes.

Miles grinned, that familiar lazy smile on his face. “Nah, I’m definitely bad. But I’ll take that as a compliment.”

You shot him a side-eye, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “You’re really something, huh?”

“Only when I’m around you, miss perfect,” he said with a wink, leaning back in his chair.

You rolled your eyes, but this time, it was more playful than anything. “Don’t call me that.”

He shrugged, tapping his fingers on the desk. “What? You don’t like it? It suits you.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Morales,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes teasingly. “I still don’t like you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

You hesitated for just a second, but then smirked, “You’re alright… for now.”

Miles chuckled, leaning in a little closer. “Well, that’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me all day. You might just be warming up to me, huh?”

You shot him a look, fighting the grin creeping onto your face. “Keep dreaming, Miles.”

With a grin of his own, he sat back in his chair. “Yeah, I’ll be waiting.”

You shook your head, turning your attention back to your work, but there was something lighter about the air now. You didn’t know when it happened, but somewhere between all the banter and silent study sessions, your rivalry had started to change.

Maybe Miles Morales wasn’t so bad after all.

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new post after long ass hiatus 💀 i put in extra effort into this one tho enjoy lovelies!!

perfect for me

you’ve never really engaged in intimacy with anyone, even before dating hobie. but how can you resist the temptation when he’s so sweet, so caring and gentle?

hobie x reader | 2.5k words

warnings: fingering, slight dirty talk, edging, slightly innocent reader

The low hum of music played softly from Hobie’s old record player in the corner of his flat. The couch beneath you was well-worn but cozy, the kind of spot that felt like it had held a thousand stories before this moment. You were curled up on his lap, your legs draped over his, your body tucked against his chest as his arm wrapped firmly around your waist. The warmth of him surrounded you, and even though you were nervous, you didn’t want to be anywhere else.

“You alright, love?” Hobie’s voice was low and smooth, his breath tickling your temple as he leaned in slightly to get a better look at your face. His free hand rested on your thigh, just below the hem of your shorts, his fingers absentmindedly tracing little patterns on your skin.

“Yeah,” you said softly, though your voice was shaky. You weren’t used to this kind of closeness, this kind of intensity, but it wasn’t unwelcome. If anything, the fluttering in your chest was excitement, not fear. “I just… I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Hobie tilted his head, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Never, huh?” he asked, his tone light and teasing, though his gaze was filled with nothing but warmth. “Not even holdin’ hands?”

You shook your head, cheeks flushing. “Not really.”

His brows raised slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he softened even more, his thumb brushing a soothing circle on your thigh. “That’s alright, angel. We’ll go as slow as you want. Don’t need to rush a thing.” His words were gentle, but there was a tension in the way he held you, like he was keeping himself in check, waiting for you to set the pace.

You bit your lip, your heart hammering in your chest. “I want to,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I just… don’t know what I’m doing.”

Hobie’s smile widened, and he let out a quiet laugh, the sound rumbling through his chest. “That’s the best part, innit?” he said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your temple. “Figurin’ it out together.” His hand shifted slightly, sliding higher up your thigh, but he moved slowly, giving you plenty of time to stop him.

You shivered at the contact, your breath catching as his fingers brushed against bare skin. “Baby…” you murmured, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as you tried to steady yourself.

“Yeah, pretty?” His voice was a little rougher now, but there was no mistaking the care in his tone. He paused, his hand still, waiting for your response. “You alright? You want me to stop?”

You shook your head quickly, your face burning. “No, I just—this feels… different.”

“Good different?” he asked, his lips brushing against your hairline. His hand didn’t move yet, but his grip on your waist tightened slightly, grounding you.

“Yeah,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “Good different.”

Hobie let out a breath he’d been holding, his forehead resting against yours. “Alright, love,” he murmured, his hand starting to move again, slow and deliberate. “Just tell me if it’s too much, yeah?”

You nodded, your heart pounding as his fingers slid higher, his touch gentle but confident. Your body tensed for a moment, but then you relaxed into him, your head resting on his shoulder as you let out a shaky breath.

“That’s it,” Hobie whispered, his voice low and soothing. “You’re doin’ so good, angel. Just let me take care of you.”

You clung to him, your hands gripping his shirt as his touch sent shivers down your spine. He was so careful, so patient, and yet there was an edge to him, like he was holding himself back with every ounce of restraint he had. You could feel the way his breathing had quickened, the way his body tensed beneath you, but he didn’t rush, didn’t push.

His lips brushed against your cheek. “You’re alright. I’ve got you.”

You shifted slightly on his lap. The tension in the room felt electric, every small movement heightening the warmth pooling low in your belly. Hobie’s thumb traced slow, deliberate circles on your upper thigh, just above the hem of your shorts, and you swore he could feel the way your body was trembling.

His hand slowly inched upwards. You couldn’t look at him, your face burning with embarrassment at how wet you already were. You tried to shift, but it only pressed you closer to him, and the small gasp that escaped your lips made him chuckle softly.

“Easy, love,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Ain’t nothin’ to be shy about.”

You could feel his eyes on you, warm and steady, even as you buried your face against his shoulder. His hand slid even higher, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric between your thighs, and your breath hitched. You tried to squeeze your legs together, but his knee shifted beneath you, keeping them open.

“You’re soaked,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. The way he said it wasn’t teasing—it was awestruck, like he couldn’t believe the effect he had on you. His free arm tightened around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. “That all for me, pretty girl?”

You let out a soft whine, your hands clutching at his shirt as you tried to hide your face. “I can’t help it,” you admitted, your voice shaky.

“Don’t want you to,” he said, his lips brushing against your temple. “You’re perfect like this.”

His middle finger pressed gently against you, the sensation sending a jolt of heat through your body. Your hips shifted instinctively, and he let out a low groan, his restraint starting to fray at the edges.

“Let me make you feel good,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “Promise I’ll take care of you.”

You nodded, your breath coming in short, shaky gasps as you finally looked up at him. His eyes were dark, filled with a mix of adoration and hunger, but there was no mistaking the care in his expression. He waited for your answer, his hand stilling against you, and it wasn’t until you whispered, “Okay,” that he moved again.

His fingers slid under the fabric, his touch featherlight at first, like he was testing your reaction. He slowly brushed his thumb against your clit, moving in circles. Your head fell back against his shoulder, a soft moan escaping your lips as his fingers worked.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Just let go, love. I’ve got you.”

One of his fingers teased your slit, slowly pushing into your pussy and curling it just right. You clung to him, your body trembling as he worked you over with practiced ease, his free arm keeping you steady against him. The tension in your body built quickly, and you could feel the heat in his gaze as he watched you fall apart in his arms.

When your breathing grew more erratic, and your hips bucked against his hand, he slowed down, teasing you just enough to keep you on the edge. “Not yet, angel,” he murmured, a wicked grin tugging at his lips. “Wanna see how far I can take you.”

“Hobie, please,” you whimpered, your voice desperate as you squirmed in his lap.

He only chuckled, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “Patience, love. I’ll give you what you need—just not yet.”

“Hobie,” you whimpered, your voice trembling as you squirmed against him. The ache in your core was unbearable, the heat between your thighs spreading through your whole body. Every nerve felt alight, and yet he wasn’t giving you what you so desperately needed. “Please.”

He smirked, his mouth brushing the shell of your ear as his fingers slowed their rhythm, dragging torturously over the spot that made you shudder. “Please what, love?” His voice was a low rumble, teasing yet soft, as if he didn’t already know exactly what you wanted.

Your hands clutched at his shirt, pulling at the fabric in frustration as you buried your face in his neck. “You know what I mean,” you mumbled, your voice muffled against his skin.

“Yeah, I do,” he admitted, the grin in his tone unmistakable. “But I like hearin’ you say it.”

You lifted your head just enough to glare at him, though the heat in your cheeks softened the effect. His dark eyes locked with yours, and the intensity there made your stomach flip. “You’re so annoying,” you muttered, though there was no real heat behind the words.

“And you’re so beautiful,” he countered, his voice low and full of warmth. His free arm tightened around your waist, holding you closer. “Especially like this. All worked up, all mine.”

The tone of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t stop the small moan that slipped past your lips. His fingers paused completely, and you whined in protest, your hips bucking instinctively against his hand.

“Hobie, don’t stop,” you begged, your voice desperate now.

He tilted his head, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your jawline. “Not stoppin’, angel,” he murmured against your skin. “Just takin’ my time. Wanna make this good for you. Better than good.”

His fingers resumed their movements, but slower this time, more deliberate. The tension in your body built again, and you felt like you were teetering on the edge of something you couldn’t quite name. Your breath came in short, uneven gasps, and your nails dug into his arm as you tried to hold yourself together.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he muttered, his eyes fixed on your sex. “Such a pretty little pussy. Can feel you clenchin’ around me, love. You’re so sensitive.”

You nodded frantically, unable to form words as the pressure inside you grew unbearable. But just as you felt yourself tipping over the edge, he slowed again, pulling you back from release.

“Hobie!” you cried out, your voice laced with frustration and desperation. “Why are you—why won’t you let me—”

He chuckled, his free hand brushing a strand of hair from your face as he kissed your temple. “Patience, sweetheart,” he said softly, though the mischievous glint in his eyes betrayed him. “You’re gonna thank me for this later.”

You whimpered, your head falling back against his shoulder as your body trembled with need. “You’re evil,” you muttered, though the breathless tone of your voice made it sound more like a compliment.

“Maybe,” he admitted, pressing another kiss to your jaw. “But you love it.”

His fingers sped up again, thumb rubbing your clit in tight circles as he thrusted a long finger into you. This time, the tension was unbearable, the heat coiling tighter and tighter until you couldn’t think of anything but him. You clung to him, your breath hitching as you finally felt yourself cresting the edge—

And then he stopped completely.

“Hobie!” you practically sobbed, your voice breaking as you tried to press your hips against his hand, but his arm around your waist held you firmly in place.

“Shh, love,” he cooed, his lips brushing against your temple as he nuzzled into your hair. “I know you’re frustrated, but trust me. You’ll feel so much better when it finally happens.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, both from the overwhelming sensations and the sheer frustration of being denied. “You’re so mean,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

He laughed slightly, the sound warm and low as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Mean? Nah. Just know how to take care of you.”

His fingers moved again, slow at first but quickly building back to that same relentless rhythm, and you realized with a shuddering breath that he wasn’t stopping this time. His fingers grew faster and faster and you struggled to keep up with the overwhelming pressure in your body.

“Let go, angel,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “I’ve got you. Let me feel you fall apart for me.”

And when you finally did, it was like every nerve in your body ignited at once, the release so intense it left you trembling and gasping in his arms. His name spilled from your lips like a prayer, and he held you close, whispering soft praises as he guided you through the waves of pleasure. He was right. You came long and hard.

“See?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your damp forehead as you slumped against him, utterly spent. “Told you it’d be worth it.”

You didn’t have the energy to respond, but the small smile on your lips was answer enough.

As you tried to catch your breath, your head still spinning from the intensity of it all, Hobie shifted beneath you. You barely noticed the movement until his free hand came into view, his fingers glistening slightly in the low light.

Before you could process it, he brought his fingers to his lips, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a heated intensity. Slowly, deliberately, he dragged his tongue along the length of his fingers, tasting every trace of you.

The action was shameless, almost sinful, and your cheeks burned as you watched him. "Hobie..." you breathed, your voice barely audible.

He smirked, the corner of his mouth curling up as he slid his fingers fully into his mouth, savoring the taste like it was the finest thing he'd ever had. "You taste so sweet, love," he murmured, his voice rough and low, sending a fresh wave of heat through your body.

You swallowed hard, unable to look away, your legs still draped over his lap as his arm remained snug around your waist. The way he was watching you—like he was ready to devour you all over again—made your stomach twist with a mix of embarrassment and lingering desire.

"You're ridiculous," you muttered, burying your face in his shoulder to escape his intense gaze.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin as he leaned in to kiss the top of your head. "Nah, just honest," he said, his tone softer now. "Could taste you forever and never get tired of it."

Your breath hitched, and you hid your face even further, your fingers clutching at his shirt. He always knew exactly how to leave you speechless, and he was clearly enjoying every second of it. He was clearly holding back, atleast for now, as you felt him wrap his arms around you again and mutter praises against your ear.

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my two words colliding 🥹

Was thinking about how awesome Arcane and Spiderverse are and the brainrot finally compelled me to make fanart of these punks

They were suuuuper fun to draw

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perfect for me

you’ve never really engaged in intimacy with anyone, even before dating hobie. but how can you resist the temptation when he’s so sweet, so caring and gentle?

hobie x reader | 2.5k words

warnings: fingering, slight dirty talk, edging, praise, slightly innocent reader, soft dom hobie

The low hum of music played softly from Hobie’s old record player in the corner of his flat. The couch beneath you was well-worn but cozy, the kind of spot that felt like it had held a thousand stories before this moment. You were curled up on his lap, your legs draped over his, your body tucked against his chest as his arm wrapped firmly around your waist. The warmth of him surrounded you, and even though you were nervous, you didn’t want to be anywhere else.

“You alright, love?” Hobie’s voice was low and smooth, his breath tickling your temple as he leaned in slightly to get a better look at your face. His free hand rested on your thigh, just below the hem of your shorts, his fingers absentmindedly tracing little patterns on your skin.

“Yeah,” you said softly, though your voice was shaky. You weren’t used to this kind of closeness, this kind of intensity, but it wasn’t unwelcome. If anything, the fluttering in your chest was excitement, not fear. “I just… I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Hobie tilted his head, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Never, huh?” he asked, his tone light and teasing, though his gaze was filled with nothing but warmth. “Not even holdin’ hands?”

You shook your head, cheeks flushing. “Not really.”

His brows raised slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he softened even more, his thumb brushing a soothing circle on your thigh. “That’s alright, angel. We’ll go as slow as you want. Don’t need to rush a thing.” His words were gentle, but there was a tension in the way he held you, like he was keeping himself in check, waiting for you to set the pace.

You bit your lip, your heart hammering in your chest. “I want to,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I just… don’t know what I’m doing.”

Hobie’s smile widened, and he let out a quiet laugh, the sound rumbling through his chest. “That’s the best part, innit?” he said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your temple. “Figurin’ it out together.” His hand shifted slightly, sliding higher up your thigh, but he moved slowly, giving you plenty of time to stop him.

You shivered at the contact, your breath catching as his fingers brushed against bare skin. “Baby…” you murmured, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as you tried to steady yourself.

“Yeah, pretty?” His voice was a little rougher now, but there was no mistaking the care in his tone. He paused, his hand still, waiting for your response. “You alright? You want me to stop?”

You shook your head quickly, your face burning. “No, I just—this feels… different.”

“Good different?” he asked, his lips brushing against your hairline. His hand didn’t move yet, but his grip on your waist tightened slightly, grounding you.

“Yeah,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “Good different.”

Hobie let out a breath he’d been holding, his forehead resting against yours. “Alright, love,” he murmured, his hand starting to move again, slow and deliberate. “Just tell me if it’s too much, yeah?”

You nodded, your heart pounding as his fingers slid higher, his touch gentle but confident. Your body tensed for a moment, but then you relaxed into him, your head resting on his shoulder as you let out a shaky breath.

“That’s it,” Hobie whispered, his voice low and soothing. “You’re doin’ so good, angel. Just let me take care of you.”

You clung to him, your hands gripping his shirt as his touch sent shivers down your spine. He was so careful, so patient, and yet there was an edge to him, like he was holding himself back with every ounce of restraint he had. You could feel the way his breathing had quickened, the way his body tensed beneath you, but he didn’t rush, didn’t push.

His lips brushed against your cheek. “You’re alright. I’ve got you.”

You shifted slightly on his lap. The tension in the room felt electric, every small movement heightening the warmth pooling low in your belly. Hobie’s thumb traced slow, deliberate circles on your upper thigh, just above the hem of your shorts, and you swore he could feel the way your body was trembling.

His hand slowly inched upwards. You couldn’t look at him, your face burning with embarrassment at how wet you already were. You tried to shift, but it only pressed you closer to him, and the small gasp that escaped your lips made him chuckle softly.

“Easy, love,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Ain’t nothin’ to be shy about.”

You could feel his eyes on you, warm and steady, even as you buried your face against his shoulder. His hand slid even higher, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric between your thighs, and your breath hitched. You tried to squeeze your legs together, but his knee shifted beneath you, keeping them open.

“You’re soaked,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. The way he said it wasn’t teasing—it was awestruck, like he couldn’t believe the effect he had on you. His free arm tightened around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. “That all for me, pretty girl?”

You let out a soft whine, your hands clutching at his shirt as you tried to hide your face. “I can’t help it,” you admitted, your voice shaky.

“Don’t want you to,” he said, his lips brushing against your temple. “You’re perfect like this.”

His middle finger pressed gently against you, the sensation sending a jolt of heat through your body. Your hips shifted instinctively, and he let out a low groan, his restraint starting to fray at the edges.

“Let me make you feel good,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “Promise I’ll take care of you.”

You nodded, your breath coming in short, shaky gasps as you finally looked up at him. His eyes were dark, filled with a mix of adoration and hunger, but there was no mistaking the care in his expression. He waited for your answer, his hand stilling against you, and it wasn’t until you whispered, “Okay,” that he moved again.

His fingers slid under the fabric, his touch featherlight at first, like he was testing your reaction. He slowly brushed his thumb against your clit, moving in circles. Your head fell back against his shoulder, a soft moan escaping your lips as his fingers worked.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Just let go, love. I’ve got you.”

One of his fingers teased your slit, slowly pushing into your pussy and curling it just right. You clung to him, your body trembling as he worked you over with practiced ease, his free arm keeping you steady against him. The tension in your body built quickly, and you could feel the heat in his gaze as he watched you fall apart in his arms.

When your breathing grew more erratic, and your hips bucked against his hand, he slowed down, teasing you just enough to keep you on the edge. “Not yet, angel,” he murmured, a wicked grin tugging at his lips. “Wanna see how far I can take you.”

“Hobie, please,” you whimpered, your voice desperate as you squirmed in his lap.

He only chuckled, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “Patience, love. I’ll give you what you need—just not yet.”

“Hobie,” you whimpered, your voice trembling as you squirmed against him. The ache in your core was unbearable, the heat between your thighs spreading through your whole body. Every nerve felt alight, and yet he wasn’t giving you what you so desperately needed. “Please.”

He smirked, his mouth brushing the shell of your ear as his fingers slowed their rhythm, dragging torturously over the spot that made you shudder. “Please what, love?” His voice was a low rumble, teasing yet soft, as if he didn’t already know exactly what you wanted.

Your hands clutched at his shirt, pulling at the fabric in frustration as you buried your face in his neck. “You know what I mean,” you mumbled, your voice muffled against his skin.

“Yeah, I do,” he admitted, the grin in his tone unmistakable. “But I like hearin’ you say it.”

You lifted your head just enough to glare at him, though the heat in your cheeks softened the effect. His dark eyes locked with yours, and the intensity there made your stomach flip. “You’re so annoying,” you muttered, though there was no real heat behind the words.

“And you’re so beautiful,” he countered, his voice low and full of warmth. His free arm tightened around your waist, holding you closer. “Especially like this. All worked up, all mine.”

The tone of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t stop the small moan that slipped past your lips. His fingers paused completely, and you whined in protest, your hips bucking instinctively against his hand.

“Hobie, don’t stop,” you begged, your voice desperate now.

He tilted his head, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your jawline. “Not stoppin’, angel,” he murmured against your skin. “Just takin’ my time. Wanna make this good for you. Better than good.”

His fingers resumed their movements, but slower this time, more deliberate. The tension in your body built again, and you felt like you were teetering on the edge of something you couldn’t quite name. Your breath came in short, uneven gasps, and your nails dug into his arm as you tried to hold yourself together.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he muttered, his eyes fixed on your sex. “Such a pretty little pussy. Can feel you clenchin’ around me, love. You’re so sensitive.”

You nodded frantically, unable to form words as the pressure inside you grew unbearable. But just as you felt yourself tipping over the edge, he slowed again, pulling you back from release.

“Hobie!” you cried out, your voice laced with frustration and desperation. “Why are you—why won’t you let me—”

He chuckled, his free hand brushing a strand of hair from your face as he kissed your temple. “Patience, sweetheart,” he said softly, though the mischievous glint in his eyes betrayed him. “You’re gonna thank me for this later.”

You whimpered, your head falling back against his shoulder as your body trembled with need. “You’re evil,” you muttered, though the breathless tone of your voice made it sound more like a compliment.

“Maybe,” he admitted, pressing another kiss to your jaw. “But you love it.”

His fingers sped up again, thumb rubbing your clit in tight circles as he thrusted a long finger into you. This time, the tension was unbearable, the heat coiling tighter and tighter until you couldn’t think of anything but him. You clung to him, your breath hitching as you finally felt yourself cresting the edge—

And then he stopped completely.

“Hobie!” you practically sobbed, your voice breaking as you tried to press your hips against his hand, but his arm around your waist held you firmly in place.

“Shh, love,” he cooed, his lips brushing against your temple as he nuzzled into your hair. “I know you’re frustrated, but trust me. You’ll feel so much better when it finally happens.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, both from the overwhelming sensations and the sheer frustration of being denied. “You’re so mean,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

He laughed slightly, the sound warm and low as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Mean? Nah. Just know how to take care of you.”

His fingers moved again, slow at first but quickly building back to that same relentless rhythm, and you realized with a shuddering breath that he wasn’t stopping this time. His fingers grew faster and faster and you struggled to keep up with the overwhelming pressure in your body.

“Let go, angel,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “I’ve got you. Let me feel you fall apart for me.”

And when you finally did, it was like every nerve in your body ignited at once, the release so intense it left you trembling and gasping in his arms. His name spilled from your lips like a prayer, and he held you close, whispering soft praises as he guided you through the waves of pleasure. He was right. You came long and hard.

“See?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your damp forehead as you slumped against him, utterly spent. “Told you it’d be worth it.”

You didn’t have the energy to respond, but the small smile on your lips was answer enough.

As you tried to catch your breath, your head still spinning from the intensity of it all, Hobie shifted beneath you. You barely noticed the movement until his free hand came into view, his fingers glistening slightly in the low light.

Before you could process it, he brought his fingers to his lips, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a heated intensity. Slowly, deliberately, he dragged his tongue along the length of his fingers, tasting every trace of you.

The action was shameless, almost sinful, and your cheeks burned as you watched him. "Hobie..." you breathed, your voice barely audible.

He smirked, the corner of his mouth curling up as he slid his fingers fully into his mouth, savoring the taste like it was the finest thing he'd ever had. "You taste so sweet, love," he murmured, his voice rough and low, sending a fresh wave of heat through your body.

You swallowed hard, unable to look away, your legs still draped over his lap as his arm remained snug around your waist. The way he was watching you—like he was ready to devour you all over again—made your stomach twist with a mix of embarrassment and lingering desire.

"You're ridiculous," you muttered, burying your face in his shoulder to escape his intense gaze.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin as he leaned in to kiss the top of your head. "Nah, just honest," he said, his tone softer now. "Could taste you forever and never get tired of it."

Your breath hitched, and you hid your face even further, your fingers clutching at his shirt. He always knew exactly how to leave you speechless, and he was clearly enjoying every second of it. He was clearly holding back, atleast for now, as you felt him wrap his arms around you again and mutter praises against your ear.

[myrasdiary]

thank you

imagine being so overjoyed that you give hobie a kiss on the cheek.

“Ugh, where could it be?” Gwen groaned, checking under the coffee table for the fifth time. She accidentally hit her head on the surface as she rose up, hissing.

My eyes were furrowed in worry, as they frantically darted from place to place. “I don’t know. God, I swear it was right on the table. I left for two minutes!”

“We’ve been looking for hours!” Pav said dramatically, cracking his neck. “Are you sure you didn’t just leave it back at Spider Society?” I shook my head. I was positive that I had left my inter-dimensional watch on the table when I went to wash my hands. And now it just disappeared, not a sight of the thing.

I’ve already misplaced one before, so Miguel would surely kill me if I lost the thing. Cursing my irresponsibility, I duck my head under the couch, squinting intently in the dark. I needed to find it now, or I would be restless for the rest of the evening.

Sensing my unrest, Pav lightly bumped my shoulder, flopping down on the couch for a second to take a short break. “Don’t worry, y/n. We’ll find it.” Gwen nods in support.

Their reassurance managed to ease me a little, but I was still jumpy. A confrontation with Miguel was not fun at all, trust me. And we have a mission tomorrow. What if I go in there, and Miguel sees me without a watch? He would flip out if he found out I just lost it. Even worse, what if he doesn’t give me a new one for my irresponsibility?

My thoughts were rudely interrupted by the deafening slam of the door. Miles and Hobie walked in, Pav hissing as they shut the door too loud. “We got snacks!” Miles cheered, shaking the plastic around. Hobie just smiled, his hands resting in his pockets as the plastic bags pinched into his forearms.

“Wonderful. Now help us find y/n’s watch,” Gwen quipped. I saw Hobie give me a lingering stare, his face twisted in disbelief. “Lost your watch, eh?”

“Unfortunately.”

He looked baffled, his brows raising. “Again? This is the second time this bloody month!”

“I know.” I groaned.

Miles drops down all the bags with a thud and Hobie places them on the counter. They both join the search party, scanning high and low for the missing artifact.

“Damn, did this thing teleport or something?” Miles tilts his head. “It’s not here!”

“It has to be here,” I said again, although even I wasn’t convinced this time. “Miguel will be on my ass if I don’t have it by tomorrow.”

“Don’t sweat it, luv.” Hobie says, shrugging. “What’s the worst he’ll do?”

“Kill me.” Hobie scoffs at my dramatic statement. “You fear him too much.”

“Who wouldn’t? He’s intimidating-“

“-Not in the slightest!” He laughs mockingly, as if I was joking. “He’s just a grumpy ol’ man with anger issues. Relax. You’re giving him authority by fearing him.”

“Why don’t you come and help instead of lecturing her?” Gwen says dryly, throwing a pencil she found under the couch at him.

I let out a cry of frustration as I search the same spot again, sinking to the floor in exhaustion. “Ughhh, I hate this. I give up.”

“Already?” Hobie says lightly. “Come on, you’re stronger than that. Get up, love.” He walks around, scanning the surroundings from his standing height.

“There’s no point.” I mutter lowly, burying my head in a couch cushion. “I might as well die at this point.”

“You will if you don’t find that watch.” He says again, a bit more serious this time. “I’m surprised you haven’t glitched out yet.”

“Oh. Right.” I remember the extremely lighthearted side effect to not wearing your watch. “Forgot about that.”

I look up to meet his gaze, but an agonizing pain shoots through my body, as I double over in pain. My guts feel like they’re being rearranged and I bite my bottom lip harshly to stop myself from screaming. Hobie curses under his breath, and crouches down next to me. “Figured it was time.”

He envelopes my frame in his arm, rubbing my shoulder to comfort me. The others look at me, worried. “Are you okay?” Pav gets up from the couch. “Crap, we need to find that thing fast!”

“Fuck, I think I just went through a realm of hell,” I grimace, trying to slow my breathing. “How do anomaly’s survive that on a regular basis?” Hobie frowns slightly, worry lines etching into his skin.

“Here,” He says suddenly, unstrapping his watch and hooking it on my wrist. “Wear this for now. Don’t want you getting all loopy, love.”

“W-what? No! I don’t want you to-“

“’S fine, really.” He cuts me off, not leaving room for debate. “‘Besides, the pain isn’t all that bad for me.” I furrow my brows but nod, strangely warm in my chest from his concern.

He stands up, his hand grazing over his wrist where the watch had once been.

“Crazy I can’t find it, maybe I could just ask Jess to track it-“

“Love,” Hobie says, his face deadpanned

“I’m sure she’ll let me off the hook if I-“

“Y/N,” Hobie repeats, and I look up at him. He was holding my watch, twirling it in his hand.

“What the hell!? Where was it!” I jump up comically, the others breathed a sigh of relief. Hobie raised an eyebrow, looking amused.

“Top of the fridge. How the hell did it get there?” I wondered that too, but I saw Pav’s cat resting on the counter, and made a connection. He smirked, shrugging. “Good thing I’m tall, eh?”

I beamed as I grabbed it out of his hands gleefully. Hobie scoffed. “You know, a thank you would be ni-“

In my overjoyed state, I grabbed his face with my hands, yanking him down and placing a quick peck on his cheek. “Yes! Thank you! You literally saved me!” I step back with a laugh, still smiling, strapping my watch on my wrist while taking his off.

Hobie went silent, standing there very stiffly. His eyes were a little wide, and it almost looked comical the way his colors were flashing rapidly. Oh god. Did you just…? His hand went up to graze the spot where your kiss lingered, and he swallowed thickly.

All of a sudden, Miles loudly snickered. Hobie’s head turned to see him smirking, munching on some chips. Gwen crossed her arms, a knowing look on her face. Pav was making kissy faces at him, gleeful at Hobie’s flustered reaction. Meanwhile, I was obliviously trying to remove Hobie’s watch.

He flushed slightly, clearing his throat and looking at particularly nothing. “Here let me help you with that,” he offered, sliding it easily off my wrist.

“Let me help you with that!” Pav mocked. “Might as well kiss her at this point.”

“What?” I asked, not quite hearing what he said. I didn’t get a response because Hobie lunged at him, giving him a rather aggressive head rub. “Oy, mate, you seem rather hungry, let me help you with that, yeah?” He takes a handful of chips out of Mile’s bag and shoves it into Pav’s mouth.

I laugh, shaking my head at their antics while Gwen face palms.

“Hey, leave some snacks for the rest of us!”

[myrasdiary]

guidelines

who i write for:

♡ hobie brown, miles 42, miles morales, pavitr prabhakar, gwen stacy

♡ ekko, jinx, vi, victor, mel, caitlyn

♡ neteyam

+ others (you can request)

MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! please feel free to ask for specific scenarios/fanfics with a certain character, i would be more than happy to write them for you. i would prefer it if you also specified what type of request it is. (ex. drabble, hdcns, oneshot, etc.)

i do write smut. if youre not comfortable with it, then please stick to the fluff fics or click off my blog. hate will not be tolerated, i will just block you. also, if i do not feel comfortable writing your request, i might just ignore it. i don't write huge age-gaps, sa, dark romance, abuse, incest, graphic violence, or anything of that kind.

[myrasdiary]

Masterlist

fluff - ❀ || angst - ☁︎ || smut - ☆

[ HOBIE BROWN ]

-> staring problem ❀ (in which hobie gets enraptured in your beauty and gets caught staring. request)

-> thank you ❀ (imagine being so overjoyed that you kiss your best friend on the cheek.)

-> perfect for me ☆ (hobie fingers you for the first time.)

-> under the blanket ☆ (you find yourself cuddling under a blanket in hobie's lap at a crowded party, seemingly innocent. at least at first.)

[ MILES G. MORALES ]

-> coming soon...

[MILES MORALES ]

-> not so bad after all ❀ (you couldn’t stand miles with his smart remarks and effortless grades…or so you thought.)

[myrasdiary]

Spiderpunk but he loves staring st you? Normally you wouldn't see him but then you do! And then you ask him and he just chuckles and says "you're so beautiful darling." If itd fine with you?

of course! ty for requesting 🙈

Staring Problem

Hobie landed down on a random rooftop, jumping down from a nearby building and sitting down. He pats down next to him, an invitation for me to join him.

"Wait up!" I laughed, the airy sound piercing through the quiet evening. I followed his lead, swinging onto the rooftop and perching down next to him. We've only been dating for two weeks, and so far it has been utter bliss. He took note of my exhilarated face, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

The sky had transformed into a canvas of golden hues. Streaks of orange and yellow painted the sky, as the sun cast an array of shadows upon our faces. The warmth on my face felt heavenly. "The sun's almost down," I baited my breath, as if I didn't want to disturb the event.

Hobie hummed in response, leaning down to lightly kiss my temple. "Quite nice, innit?" His voice was surprisingly soft. "Never see this type of sky in my dimension."

I turned to face him, intrigued. "Hm? Why not?" I shift my position to hug my legs, tilting my head onto my knees. His lip curved up faintly.

"Sky's too polluted where I'm from, honestly. Can't see shit for most of it." He sighs, looking up at the sky again. "S' a bloody shame."

My face crinkled in sympathy. "That must be horrible." I couldn't imagine not being to see the sunlight, suffocated by a murky atmosphere and diminishing stars.

He shrugged casually. "Oh c'mon now, you ain't gotta pity me." His smile returns. "It's not a big deal, luv. S somethin' I'm used to. Nothin' more." I reach for his hand, interlacing my fingers through his in a display of affection.

"Well, you better enjoy it right now, then."

He's already enjoying it. Of course he is, I was with him. He nods, watching the light saturate into a darker color. "So, tell me more about that college project you're working on, eh?"

A few minutes later, I was rapidly rambling to him about quantum holes and the space time continuum. Hobie had been intently listening, playing with his shoelace. He'd be lying if he said he understood what I were talking about, but it was pretty fascinating to hear. He only began to get distracted when his gaze wandered to my face, watching the way my eyes seemed to light up while explaining the project. Each detail of my features held his undivided attention, his eyes softening as I continued speaking, unaware of his zoned-out state.

He felt that familiar feeling. The feeling he always gets in when he's with me, except it was greater now, fluttering in his stomach and making him feel all warm and safe. The more staring he did, the less he was really listening to what I were saying.

"And I thought that researching this could be great, because we're also dealing with this issue in the society-" I pause for a second, a bit taken aback by the intent stare he was giving me. My brows furrow. "Uhm, is there something on my face..?"

He stays silent for a second, swallowing the lump in his throat. He was afraid that if he spoke too quick, his words would falter mid-sentence. After a moment, his voice was fragile. "You're bloody beautiful, you know that?"

Now I was the flustered one. Redness creeped into my cheeks as I did a double take at his abrupt confession. "I...wow."

He took a deep breathe, snapping out of his state and chuckling at my response. "Sorry, darling. You're just so distracting." He pulls back, staring at me again, with unrestrained affection.

I take a deep breath to calm down my racing heart, trying to act nonchalant. "Well, you're gonna miss the sunset if you keep looking at me like that."

"Fuck the sunset. The view here's better anyway."

A laugh bubbles on my lips, music to his ears. "You mean that?"

'Of course luv. I always do." He wrapped an arm around my smaller frame, and we both turn our heads back to the view, hearts buzzing with joy.

[myrasdiary]

kicking my feet rn

Tired Pt. 2

Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

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Part 1 | Part 2 (current)

"Aww love come on-"

He jumped back as the door was shut in his face. He sighed, covering his face with his hands in annoyance, leaning against your bedroom door. "Open the door, love, please."

After you'd jumped away from him so quickly earlier, he knew he had to have a conversation with you. He couldn't understand what he could have possibly done to piss you off this badly.

He'd struggled to catch up with you, pull you, try to hold you back from running away from him, but he realized he’d really messed up when you webbed his hand against the wall, ran into your room, and locked the door.

He’d never seen you do anything like it.

“Love-“ he sighed, pressing his forehead against your door irritably. “Just tell me what I did wrong.”

“I just want to be alone for some time.” You called back as you curled up in a corner of your tiny room, burying your face in your knees. “Go away.”

Your quiet muffled voice sent a blaze of pain through his heart and he groaned, weakly pressing his fist against the door for a moment before doing as you said and walking away.

The moment his footsteps were out of earshot, you broke down.

But it only took a few minutes for him to come back, footsteps drawing near.

“What are you doing?” You called out with a sniffle as you glared at the shadow that’d appeared underneath your door.

“Picking the lock-“ he muttered, shoving a paper clip into the little lock hole and jimmying it around. “You think you can shut me out that easy? You’re wrong-“ he let out a quiet grunt as he popped the lock open.

“Hobie wait-“

Too late.

He barged in, shoulder slamming into the door so hard that it nearly flew off its hinges. He looked around the room for a moment before he gaze landed on you, sitting in the corner, with tears streaming down your face.

His gaze softened.

“Aww, dove-“ he said softly, kneeling down in front of you and cupping your face in his hands. “What happened? What did I do?” He asked pleadingly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “How do I fix it?”

“You didn’t do anything” you sniffled, pulling your face out of his hands, wiping your eyes. “You didn’t do anything.”

“Ugh-“ he scoffed, crouching as he glared at you. “Stop lying to me. You’re mad at me and I don’t know why.” He said annoyedly. “You can’t do this, love. You’ve gotta speak up.”

“I don’t gotta do anything.” You scoffed right back, folding your arms over your chest. “I told you to leave me alone!”

“What can I say?” He shrugged, crawling over and sitting down next to you. “I’m a rule breaker. You knew that when you got with me.”

Your expression faltered. “Got with you?” You repeated. “What do you mean got with you?”

“You know- got with me.” He repeated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Decided to stick with me.”

“What are we?”

He stared at you at the sudden question, eyes wide. “That’s…kind of a broad question, innit?” He asked with a slightly nervous laugh, leaning back. “Is that why you were mad at me? Because what- I- I called you my roommate?” He stammered in shock.

You looked down at your knees, you expression souring. “Maybe.”

“You know I don’t like answering that question, love. I know what we are…you know what we are…do we really need a lab-“

“I don’t know what we are!” You cut him off irritably, glaring up at him. “I have no idea what we are because you keep switching it up! One moment I’m your ‘love’, the ‘best thing that’s ever happened to you’, the next moment I’m your ‘roommate’! What am I?” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up.

“You’re- you’re-“ he stuttered, unsure of how to respond. “You’re mine. Isn’t that enough?”

“And what does that even mean?” You asked, looking back away from him, shaking your head in frustration.

“It means I love you. And I’m sorry.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. “You what?”

His hand went to your throat, holding in gently between his thumb and index to turn your gaze towards him. He leaned in and brushed his lips against yours, pulling back quickly with a quiet sigh. “I love you.”

You stared at him for a moment before pulling him towards you and kissing him back harder. “I love you too” you murmured against his lips, eyes closed in bliss.

He smiled as you pulled away, holding you to keep his forehead pressed against yours. “So do you forgive me?”

“that wasn’t forgiveness. You still haven’t answered my question.”

“You’re mine. There’s your answer.” He scoffed, leaning in for another kiss. “Not enough” you pressed a finger against his lip to stop him, giving him a knowing look. “What am I?”

“Alright, alright-“ he gave in, looking at you with a smile, “-you’re my girl. How about that?”

You grinned, kissing his cheek gently. “Not your roommate?” You teased. “Nah. My girl.” He whispered, kissing you back with his hand pulling around your waist to hold you close. “I promise.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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[myrasdiary]

introduction ❀

hey lovelies!! welcome to my blog

request status - OPEN !!!

about me ♡

my name is myra (she/her), i'm a desi teenager with an atsv, arcane, avatar, and writing obsession. i love listening to rnb music, drawing, and editing. i'm new to tumblr, so i hope i'll find a safe space here and provide one for anyone who needs it <3

wattpad: @myrasdiary

i write mainly for myself, but i'll take requests if I feel up to it! (feel free to message me)

LINKS:

-> masterlist

-> guidelines

recent work!

❀ under the blanket, hobie brown (smut)

❀ perfect for me, hobie brown. (smut)

❀ not so bad after all, miles morales (fluff)

upcoming works!

❀ back to him, hobie brown (fluff, angst) [SERIES]

dividers by @cafekitsune