❰𝟰.𝟰.𝟮❱➣ 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐒 {𝕙•𝕓}❘ [𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖛 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

｡:*•.─── 𝟲 : 𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ───.•*:｡

WARNING: NSFW, SMUT, UNPROTECTED SEX, P IN V, MULTIPLE ROUNDS, USE OF PETNAMES, SWITCH!HOBIE, GROPING, MAKING OUT

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"𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐏, 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. 𝐈'𝐌 𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄,"

The voice was strained but unmistakably Hobie's. You swung it open, already half-smiling—until your heart sank.

There he stood, hunched slightly, bloodied knuckles, a gash blooming just above his brow, and dark bruises crawling along the sharp lines of his jaw. His jacket was torn at the shoulder, his shirt smeared with dirt and dried blood. He was breathing heavier than usual, but somehow, somehow, he still had that damn smirk on his face.

"Someone forgot they're not made of steel," you muttered, stepping aside.

"Robbery at the bank," Hobie rasped, limping in with that usual stubborn grace. "Had to show up, didn't I? Didn't think they had flamethrowers, though."

Venom peeled himself from your shoulder, tendrils dripping like ink as he formed a floating head beside you. His expression was unreadable—somewhere between judgmental and entertained.

"Disgraceful," Venom said with a sniff, "We'd never let that many hits land."

He slithered off toward the fridge, grumbling something about weak humans.

You turned to Hobie again and jabbed a finger at him. "You—shower. Before you bleed all over my floor."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, giving a mock salute. His voice was raspy, but the grin stayed.

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Twenty minutes later, he stepped out, towel around his waist, a mess of dark curls dripping down his forehead, steam still clinging to his skin.

You were already waiting in your bedroom with a first aid kit, motioning for him to sit between your legs on the floor. As you dabbed antiseptic across a bruise near his ribs, you muttered distractedly, "You're still wet."

He glanced up at you with a small smile, "Only for you."

You choked on your breath. "Excuse me?"

"Relax," Hobie grinned.

Your fingers trailed over the fabric of his discarded suit nearby—and paused at the crumpled mask. He noticed.

"Wear it," Hobie said suddenly.

You blinked, caught off guard. "What?"

"I know you want to."

"...You're ridiculous," you muttered, but your hand betrayed you. You slowly lifted the mask, hesitated, then slipped it over your head.