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Summary: Peter can't stand that little black dress Characters/Pairing: Peter x Fem!Reader Word Count: 470 Warnings: 18+ mdni!! female anatomy mentioned a couple of times, smut, MJ and Peter have split up A/N: Idk if anyone else needs him, but i need him

You had been Mayday's babysitter for a year now. In this year Mayday had become quite close to you.

Unknowing to you, so had Peter B Parker.

Lingering glances and touches sent your way only became obvious at the Christmas party Peter invited you to (one that MJ was holding). You weren't the babysitter that night as they had hired a second person to do your job.

You thought it was weird, but oh well, you got paid enough for what you did anyway.

Your outfit consisted of a black shimmering dress, slimming and extenuating in all the right places. You wanted to make a good impression, especially since you were just a babysitter to everyone there

you noticed just how long Peter's hand seemed to linger against your hip when other people were around

The way his fingers dug into your flesh, sending shivers down your spine in the most pleasurable way

In a way that left you wanting more

The whisper and touch of his soft breath against your neck had your knees weak, buckling under the pressure of his presence

His hands grip your thighs as he pushes you against the kitchen counter, hiding from the curious eyes of the party

"Stay quiet.. don't want them to know about our fun, do you?"

His words have you shuddering again, head rolling back against his shoulder as soft lips press against your pulse

You feel the slight drag of teeth and whimper

Peter is enjoying each little whine and squirm he's gifted with. Unbeknownst to you, he's been eyeing you all night long, desperate to gain your attention so he can whisk you away from the sight of people who claim to be so close to him

He drags you up the stairs, exchanging dirty words over hushed whispers

"Can't wait to feel you wrapped around me, baby.."

He has you pinned against a wall before you know it, hands exploring the supple skin underneath your clothes

Peter seems to seamlessly peel your panties off from under the dress, leaving you somewhat exposed as the black fabric scrunches at your hips

His fingers leave bruises in your hips that last for days. The red handprint on your ass didn't seem to disappear for a while either

Your moans and whimpers are music to his ears. It's hard to stay quiet when he's so adamant on lapping at your pretty cunt until his mouth is covered in your slick.

He has you in every position imaginable.

On your knees, fucking your face like there is no tomorrow, legs spread on the bed while your hands fist the sheets. Knees thrown over his shoulders as his tongue flicks against your clit.

All he wants is to please you...

And he does just that.

Your knees are sore the next morning and knuckles are still somewhat white from how hard you clenched the sheets

Your dress seems to be ruined, and you can't seem to find your panties anywhere

Peter greets you with coffee and a smile as if nothing happened, but you take note of that longing look in his eyes that shows he wants more than just one night.

Could I request something angsty? Gwen having to deal with her s/o getting hurt trying to protect her despite them being normal.

I Missed You

For sure!! It's not completely the same, but it definitely works lol I learnt that writing fight scenes is not my specialty but I tried my best <33

Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, panic, gender neutral, mention of canon death, slightly graphic depictions of injury, mention of vomit

From the moment you and Gwen started talking there was a connection. This electrical current between the two of you only grew the more you became closer. Hanging out turned into dates and dates turned into staying over at night. You were both helplessly in love with each other. Now it had been a complete year since you had first met, still unknowing of Gwen's alter ego and still helplessly in love with the girl.

Gwen's biggest fear since the death of her best friend, Peter Parker, was losing another loved one. She swore to herself after that day to never let anyone get too close in fear of it happening again. Except, she broke that promise. Trying to keep you safe while hiding her secret identity was a lot harder than she originally thought.

You picked up on everytime she left at night and each time she snuck out of class to do.. well, whatever she did. You weren't sure. You had both been in a class at the time, jotting down notes on quantum theory when the green goblin decided to attack civilians within the vicinity of your school. One thing lead to another, Gwen disappeared from your sight and Spider-Woman swung into action.

Gwen was busy attempting to clear out the surrounding rooms. With the villain throwing his stolen pumpkin bombs, buildings were collapsing and if you got too close you would be vaporized. She usually tried not to get anyone killed or injured during a battle like this, but sometimes it was inevitable.

There was a moment that passed where her eyes caught on to you, lingering slightly as she watched you help others out of the building. You had always been brave.. selfless even. Putting other peoples safety above yours, even in dire situations such as this. The green goblin followed Gwen's line of sight and a sickening smirk came to his features. He unlatched another of the stolen pumpkin bombs from his belt, throwing it just towards you. Far enough to collapse the floor beneath you but not close enough to kill you. He wanted Spider-Woman to suffer.

He wanted his revenge.

The floor disappeared from under you, hands reaching up to grip onto anything that was remotely close. Instead they could only find loose rubble and broken tiled floor; nothing that could be used to hold yourself up. You attempted to call out for help but it was failed. Gwen was moving as fast as she could, but she couldn't reach you just in time.

The sickening crack that filled the room as you landed and the gut wrenching scream that followed it was enough to make Gwen want to throw up. Your heart was racing. Any attempt to get in a deep breath of air was thrown out the window as you attempted to sit up. Your leg, twisted out of shape with the bone sticking out, was tingling. Your mouth went bone dry, heart in your throat. A sharp pain ran down your thigh that was dizzying. All you wanted was to wake up from whatever horrid nightmare this was.

Gwen attempted to call out to you, watching you lay there in your dazed state, unmoving. All you wanted was to keep people safe, much like what she was doing except you couldn't. You didn't have the same agility and ability to shoot webs that she did. It wasn't something that came natural to you as it did to her. Although getting powers from a radioactive spider wasn't a very natural chain of events eithor.

The fight wrapped up quickly, this time the villain had escaped. Spider-Woman was to preoccupied trying to keep you from falling apart.

"It's okay- I've got you.. You hear me?" She said your name again, so soft and sweet that you almost felt sick.. or maybe that was the pain. Oh no. That was definitely the pain.

Gwen's hands lifted you up, one arm looped under your back and the other under your legs. There was a loud whimper as she lifted you, hands clutching at her shoulders. "It hurts." You whimpered, dry tears staining your cheeks.

"I know, I know. I'm so sorry. We're going to get you help, okay? I promise."

If it wasn't for your injured state you may have recognized that wavering voice and piercings eyes. But you were so out of it. Your head was thumping and leg was tingling, all you could think of was your injury.

"I'm so sorry I missed you." Spider-woman spoke to you kindly, holding you to her chest as she made her way to the nearest hospital.

"I'm so sorry."

Unresolved Feelings

Summary: Hobie has been nothing but nice to you, sadly, you can't return the favour Characters/Pairings: Hobie x GN!Reader, minor Gwen x GN!Reader Word Count: 800 Warnings: mention of canon events, death, panic attack, emotional distress, angst

"I can't even look at him Gwen." Your words came out trembling, eyes watering. "I can't look at him or talk to him. I-.. I can't go on another mission with him. I almost got us killed!" Your rambling was never-ending. The look in your eyes sent chills down the young woman's spine. It was something she recognised herself, however not on your face. Dark bags covered your cheeks, pupils small and hair a mess. Your clothes were the same that you wore yesterday, meaning you probably slept in them.

"It's okay. We can talk to Miguel.. He'll understand." She said your name so softly, hands coming to rest upon your shaking shoulders. A hiccup slipped past your swollen lips and you almost started crying again. "I'm sure we can fix this." Gwen offered a sympathetic smile, thumbs wiping away any stray tears that dared to fall down your soft cheeks. "Come on, let's get you in some clean clothes and brush your hair. Then we can go talk to him, okay?" Her words were so sincere and comforting that you couldn't help but be embarrassed about your sudden emotional outbursts.

You nodded.

While getting ready, with Gwen pulling some clothes out for you to put on and helping you brush back your hair, you were completely lost in your thoughts. Hobie came to mind and the memories followed.

Hobie was your canon event. In your universe you worked as a variation of spider-man. Hobie was your best friend, your ride or die, the person you promised to look after no matter what; and you failed him. In a moment of quick thinking where you could have prevented his death, you faltered and instead, he ended up 6ft underground. The memories left a cool shudder running down your spine. Goosebumps formed across your arms and the hair at the back of your neck stood at attention.

"He won't understand, Gwen. This is useless." You spoke quietly, rubbing your face as if that was going to get rid of your eye bags. "This isn't going- you know what Miguel is like! If anything this will make it worse." You huffed through your nostrils.

Gwen just shook her head an rolled her eyes. "You're a pessimist." She sighed softly, squeezing your hand ever so gently. "I promise it will be fine."

Of course, by the time you had made it to Miguel's 'office' you were feeling a little bit better. Gwen had reassured you that Miguel might listen, and you wouldn't have to see Hobie again. Part of that pained you. In fact, part of you longed to crawl right back into his arms as if nothing had ever happened. The thought of simply inserting yourself back into his life flashed through your mind, following by the look on his face as he fell. You couldn't put him through that again..

The conversation went... okay. As okay as it could go. You were now free from any interactions with Hobie Brown. You felt so conflicted. Gwen understood your pain. Seeing such a close friend die and then to be confronted with that same person, but not your own version is traumatizing. The amount of unresolved trauma that comes back is overwhelming; no wonder you were getting no sleep.

On the way back to the lobby you were confronted with this unresolved feeling. The same punk rocker that you had been actively avoiding was marching his way towards you, a slight frown on his hollowed face. Your heart was racing, your head almost spinning. He stood in front of you and yet you couldn't move. Your feet were frozen, eyes staring into the deep brown of his own. You felt like crying again, but nothing came out.

"You've been avoiding me."

His words didn't come out as harsh or controlling, but rather concerned.

"Get out of my way."

"That doesn't change the fact that you've been avoiding me." Hobie said your name in the same way that your version did. Your shoulders shook slightly, head hung lowly.

"It doesn't fucking matter- okay? You didn't do anything! So get out of my way, Hobie!" Your words were harsh. Your tone was conflicting against your thoughts. No matter how much you wanted to run into those familiar lanky arms or playfully flick his chin, you couldn't, because this man wasn't your Hobie. The Hobie in front of you was a stranger. One that you only had superficial feelings too, and one that you could never be nice to.

The pained look he gave you made your heart ache within your chest. He didn't say anything and just stood to the side, taking a step out of your way. Your mouth moved but no words came out. Instead, you forced your feet to move before you did anything that could have been even more stupid than your outburst. You left him standing there with your head now held high in an attempt to seem strong.

Hobie could see through your act. You couldn't fool him.

Rotten

Summary: You're sick of Miguel treating you like shit Characters/Pairing: Miguel x GN!Reader Word Count: 342 Warnings: angst, Miguel deserves a jump scare warning in everything A/N: why are all my old fics so short :((

"Everything I did was to protect you!"

Those words were etched into your brain. How dare he tell you that. He hasn't thought of you since your wedding night.

Every day you heard the same excuse for why Miguel wasn't at home. Lyla would send a message, 'Sorry, Miguel won't be coming home tonight, work is keeping him late.' Every single day! It was pathetic and you knew it. You stuck around because, 'love conquers all', right? Fucking wrong.

Today you had finally had enough. You had bottled so much anger that all you could do now was boil. Your face grew red, cheeks hot in pure rage. You could hear your own blood rushing through your body in tidal waves, adrenaline causing your heart to thud against your chest. Your stomach felt like it had flipped inside out.

"For me? Oh, Miguel. You have done nothing for me!" The words slipped out faster than your mind could think. "You have been a selfish, piece of shit since the moment I met you. It just only took me two years to fucking notice." Your feet moved forward and before you realised your finger was hitting his chest with every word that slipped past your swollen lips.

Angry tears poured down your cheeks. "I have waited. I have been patient! I have let you dump your sob story on me. I did everything to make sure that you weren't going fucking crazy! I sacrificed my own fucking sanity for you! God, how I wish I had of ran away the day that I married you."

Your words hit him like knives in the pit of his stomach. His mouth ran dry. It was the first time you had ever seen him entirely speechless. Usually he had an excuse, but you supposed he had used them up in the two years you were married.

"Nothing to say, yeah? Guess you wasted all your excuses. You don't deserve me, Miguel O'Hara."

That was the last night you saw Miguel O'Hara and you were happy about it.

Soft!42 Miles who only wants what's best for you. He provides for you through his work as the Prowler.

Soft!42 Miles who enjoys the feeling of your hair between his fingers, the look of peace on your face as he combs his fingers through your hair is like pure heaven

Soft!42 Miles who likes to leave small notes on your mirror telling you just how perfect you look

Soft!42 Miles who also wants to take you on so many dates that he has a list on his phone of all the places you mention enjoying or wanting to go to.

Soft!42 Miles who likes to hug you from behind, face hidden in your shoulder as he smirks against your plush skin.

Soft!42 Miles who melts everytime you call him a term of endearment, no matter what it is.

Soft!42 Miles who just wants to hold you in his arms each and every night, knowing that you are safe and loved.

Flirtatious! Hobie Brown who can't help but lean in close to your ear and whisper the sweetest of compliments just to witness the blush on your face.

Flirtatious! Hobie who knows just how much you love it when he calls you by pet names and will use it to his advantage. "You got a sec, sweet pea?"

Flirtatious! Hobie who enjoys the way you throw back the best comebacks to his pickup lines

Flirtatious! Hobie who shamelessly flirts with you as Spider-Punk to the point where news articles are written about spider-punks mystery s/o.

Flirtatious! Hobie who loves the feeling of your breath against his ear when you whisper back how stupid that pick up line was.

But most of all, Flirtatious! Hobie who can't help but smile every time he sees your blush because he knows he's the one who caused it <3

Dating Pavitr Prabhakar

Summary: Dating Pavitr is the best thing that has ever happened to you. Characters/Pairing: Pavitr x GN!reader Word Count: 264 Warnings: none, just fluff!! A/N: this is insanely short and probs cringe

He's constantly making you chai. Like you'll be sitting on his bed, legs crossed and reading a book and all of a sudden, you're sipping on the most perfect chai, and you don't even remember how you got it?

You met during a buddy program. You were going to India for a term of school and ended up with Pavitr as your buddy

He was so sweet and kind that you eventually gave him your number (claiming it was to keep in touch if you ever got lost) and not long after he asked you on the first date

He was so sweet and kind, simply basking in your company. Your first date was a little study date.

He lets you play with his hair

Like, it's so perfect and he knows you just need to do something with your hands sometimes, so he's just laying with his head in your lap and enjoying the gentle touch of your fingers through his hair!

He doesn't know how to initiate a kiss, which is kind of funny cause he's definitely Hobie's wingman

The moment Hobie gets an s/o you're all going on double dates to different dimensions (if you're spider-people)

He lets you call him the sweetest pet names and in return you get to watch him swoon

Like, you call him 'sweetheart' once and he's a puddle on the floor

He definitely enjoys peppering your face in kisses all the time!

At the start of your relationship, he was too scared to even hug you, let alone kiss you. And now he's the one peppering you with love

He's a little shy to begin with too. As much as people think of him as having a perfect life, he doesn't have much game until he gets completely comfortable holding your hand

Eventually he is the one constantly making you swoon and fall over your feet, but he's also always there to catch you.

Baby Fever

Summary: Hobie calls you over while babysitting Mayday. Characters: Hobie x GN!Reader, Mayday Word Count: 434 Warnings: fluff A/N: n/a

"You're getting pretty soft there, Hobes." You flashed a gentle, loving smile as you watched his long arms drape over Mayday.

"Nah, I'm not bruv." He huffed through his nostrils, his face just teetering on the edge of a smile as he looked down at the toddler. There was something about that little girl, 'Spiderling' as most of HQ called her, that literally had his heart melting. Despite how tough his exterior was he didn't think he'd ever be one to deny babysiting Mayday.

"I don't know, babes. I think I can see you melting right there." You teased, hand coming to gently run over the sleeping toddlers head. "Isn't she just the cutest?" You whispered, leaning in to press a small kiss on his cheek.

"She's just a rebel in training. Gonna be the best anarchist, ain't ya?" He hummed, looking down at her with that gentle smile of his.

Interacting with Spider-Woman (ft. Dating Gwen)

Warnings: fluff, angst, playful banter, fem reader, mention of death, SPOILERS

Your first interaction with the one and only Spider-Woman was when she popped in at your workplace. You were serving at the register and she just so happened to waltz in and order a honey infused tea.

You memorized her by the first three times you spoke to her and she had memorized every single freckle on your face

It's one of those scenarios where you know each other, but she hasn't necessarily told you about this alter ego of hers. Hell, she was dating you- although the relationship was fairly new (like a couple weeks)

As those weeks turned into months you began to notice just how often this Spider-Woman was coming to your work

In fact, she knew exactly when you finished work and had offered to walk you home multiple times

"you sure about that? I'm sure someone's getting robbed somewhere." You'd tease her

"I'm sure." She'd reply and under the mask would be that sweet smile that often made you swoon

She'd take you home so often that you were getting used to the fast swinging and 'thwip' of her webs

That was until it got stuck to your clothes and it took you weeks to wash it out

"Next time it sticks to my shirt, you're washing it." You'd huff in playful annoyance, "My mum was so mad when she saw it, thinks I'm in a gang or something."

Gwen would laugh so hard, practically snorting

"Oh, really? A gang, huh? Must be pretty cool being apart of the spider gang." She'd bump your shoulder, still walking you home after every shift

You don't remember ever telling you when your shift ends, it just seems like she always knew

Evantually you started to wonder about how many times Gwen would run off and Spider-Woman would rush in a few minutes after

You payed no mind to it for so long, but now things were making too much sense

You never asked, it didn't feel right to ask

If you ever did ask Gwen I think she'd be frightened. After what happened with Peter she saw to never make friends (let alone getting a partner), so she'd shut you down.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

You bring up Peter

"You have no right to bring him into this! He has nothing to do with you and me or Spider-Woman!"

"You do, Gwen! I know now- You disappear and a few seconds later she comes running in! You're the only person who knows when my shifts end and she walks me home! It makes sense. Just humour me, please."

It ends in an argument, but you come back to apologize. You didn't necessarily mean to explode like that. She was right, you had no right to bring up Peter like you did. It wasn't fair

"You are right." She'd say, "But you have to understand that I have been hiding this from everyone.. I told Peter and you saw what happened." Her voice cracks and your hands meet hers

"I know.. I'm so sorry. It wasn't fair."

After forgiving and forgetting, you both still pretend to not know each other when meeting each other as Spider-Woman

However, that doesn't stop Gwen from sneaking in small kisses on the cheek when no one's looking

Summary: Miles is grieving and you're the best distraction Characters/Pairing: e42!Miles x fem!reader Word Count: 492 Warnings: use of mami, minor mention of grief, un-edited A/N: None

You'd think with the constant fear and adrenaline rushing through your blood that time might just grace you by moving the slightest bit faster. Yet here you were, clutching your bag tightly as you speed walked through dangerous streets to your boyfriend's house. It was closer than your own and you didn't exactly feel like getting anyone's unsolved illegal business.

'u home yet, mami?'

The text sent shivers down your spine. Miles may have been a dry texter, but that didn't mean you weren't excited to see him, especially with the drama that occurred at work. The sweetest of smiles came to your face as your feet moved even faster.

'just around the corner <3'

Your hands fumbled with the door, using your cut of keys to open it. Once stepping inside you shut the door behind you and made sure to lock it, stuffing the keys back into your bag. You kicked your shoes off and made your way upstairs.

"Miles! I'm back!" You called out, the silence almost unnerving. It wasn't until you heard that familiar base line of a song that your shoulders relaxed. You walked up behind the chair your boyfriend sat on. Your bag was now next to the door, half fallen on the floor. Draping your arms over his chest you leaned in to kiss his cheek. He grew tense for a moment before lifting his headphones off his head and looking up at you.

"Don't sneak up like that." He huffed through his nostrils.

"It's okay, baby." You smiled, pressing your lips to his other cheek, "You know it's just me."

He shook his head. His paranoia would get the better of him some days and you knew that. On days where it was worse, you often found yourself situated in his lap, pressing kisses against his face. Even if Miles wouldn't admit it, he had always enjoyed the feeling of your arms around him. The comfort that came with it.. it was to die for.

"You good, baby? You're quieter than usual." You asked, brows furrowing. "That a new design?" You peaked over his shoulder, glancing at his most recent drawing. Miles instinctively covered it with a blank piece of paper. You were confused, but didn't question.

"Yeah, mami. I'm fine. C'mere." He hummed, spinning the chair once you had taken a small step back. He patted his knee once and within a few seconds you were pulled into his lap. He rested his head in the crook of your neck.

"I just need you." He whispered against your ear. He sounded so sad. It left your heart aching. You understood the weight of his father's death had been pulling him down recently, and some days he couldn't find the words to speak about it.

"You don't need to talk to me. But I'll be here when you're ready.." you whispered to him, kissing his temple.

Sometimes the silence was just what he needed.

Master list

Spider-Verse

Hobbie Brown

Touch Starved

Next Time

Runway Model

Accidents Happen

Flirtatious

Baby Fever

Unresolved

Miles Morales

E-42! AP Chem

E-42! Soft

E-42! Silence

Peter B Parker

Mountain

Temptation

Pavitr Prabhakar

Dating Headcannons

Miguel O'Hara

Possessive

Rotten || Part 2

Gwen Stacy

Partners

Missing You

Interaction with Spider-woman

Miraculous Ladybug

Chat Noir

Clementine || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5?

Love and Deepspace

Sylus

Hurt

My Hero Academia

Tenya Iida

Hard launching

ASTV Master list

Hobart 'Hobie' Brown

Fics

Sure, Next time

Patching Hobie Brown up after a more dangerous encounter with a supervillain. (Hurt/Comfort) (gender neutral)

I'm not a role model. I was a runway model.

Hobie models your own designs (fluff) (gender neutral)

Accidents Happen.

Hobie's piercing gets stuck between your septum ring, leading to a sticky situation (fluff) (gender neutral)

Baby Fever

Hobie calls you over while babysitting Mayday (gender neutral) (fluff)(drabble)

Unresolved Feelings

Hobie has been nothing but nice to you, but you can't do the same in return (gender neutral) (ft. Gwen) (angst)

Head cannons

Touch Starved! Hobie

Things touch starved Hobie does to you (gender neutral) (slightly suggestive)

What the ASTV boys love about you

Ft. What Hobie loves about you (gender neutral)

Flirtatious! Hobie

Things flirtatious Hobie does to you that he can't get enough of (gender neutral) (fluff)

Miles Morales

Fics

Come home with me.

Asking Miles to come with you to your dimension ends in a little more than you expected (fluff) (gender neutral) (coming soon)

Unknowing and Unexpected

When Miles is taken to dimension 42 he doesn't expect to see an old friend.. or at least a version of one (series)(angst)(gender neutral)(cannon violence)

Headcannons

What the ASTV boys love about you

ft. What Miles Morales loves about you (fluff) (gender neutral)

Gwen Stacy

Fics

I missed you

Headcannons

Gwen struggles with keeping her s/o safe (request) (gender neutral) (angst)

Partner

You need a break and Gwen is determined for you to see that (request) (gender neutral) (comfort/hurt)

Interacting with Spider-Woman while dating Gwen

Ft. Playful banter with Spider-Woman (gender neutral) (fluff) (angst)

Miguel O'Hara

Fics

You Don't Deserve Me

Miguel fucked up. (angst) (gender neutral) (short)

Headcannons

What the ASTV boys love about you

Ft. What Miguel O'Hara loves about you (fluff) (gender neutral)

Possessive! Miguel

Things possessive Miguel enjoys doing to you (NSFW) (explicit) (gender neutral reader)

Peter B Parker

Fics

Temptation

Peter longs for you more than you think (drabble) (nsfw) (Fem reader) (explicit)

Headcannons

What the ASTV boys love about you

Ft. What Peter B Parker loves about you (fluff) (gender neutral)

E-42 Miles Morales

Fics

Cat and Mouse

E-42 Miles realizes he's fallen in deep with his enemy (angst) (fem reader) (coming soon)

Silence

Sometimes all Miles needs is a good hug and some silence (hurt/comfort) (grieving) (gender neutral)

AP Chem

Miles is still a teenager, and you can't help but admire him as he does his AP chemistry homework (fluff) (drabble) (fem)

Headcannons

Soft!42 Miles

Things soft Miles loves about you (gender neutral) (fluff)

Pavitr Prabhakar

Fics

Coming soon

Headcannons

What the ASTV boys love about you

Ft. What Pavitr Prabhakar loves about you (fluff) (gender neutral)

Dating Pavitr Prabhakar

He's a little awkward, but it's okay because you love him

Touch starved! Hobie loves to have his hands on you. His hand might be on your hip, in your back pocket, fiddling with your ring finger, etc.

Touch Starved! Hobie who doesn't care who sees him kissing your neck, marking and biting just to get any taste of you.

Touch Starved! Hobie who leans in every time you pull away. Your touch lingers against his cheek, leaving soft sparks against the tinted skin.

Touch Starved! Hobie who lets you do his eyeliner because he loves the feeling of being close to you. Having you in his lap with his eyes closed and the most dazed look on his face. He's in heaven.

Touch Starved! Hobie who sprays his pillow with your perfume because he finds your scent so attractive.

Touch Starved! Hobie who's always got his arms wrapped around your waist from behind when standing around HQ. No one has ever seen you two apart, you're practically attached at the hip now.

Touch Starved! Hobie who is desperate for any touch you're willing to give him no matter if it hurts...