Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Word count: 2.2k
Synopsis: They say opposites attract, but what happens when two people with similar attitudes attract each other? Will there be an explosion of identical energies or will they end up melding together in perfect harmony?
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (Hobie is mentioned taller than her though), pre-relationship, Flirty and Confident! Reader, spider-woman! Reader. Lovestruck! Hobie. Suggestive content, FLUFF.
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Hobie lumbers through the dim hallways of the society. The world outside is still slumbering, light snores coming from the many dorms of the building. His trainers squeak on the linoleum floors, a yawn escaping him. He's unable to fall asleep, the last mission brought back bad memories up to the surface. He blinks slowly, hands still aching from the fight.
His target is the training grounds, maybe some exercise and quick swinging will tire him out and distract him from his own thoughts. Finally reaching the double doors to the training area, instead of finding it devoid of human life, he finds you in your athletic clothes, bare arms in full display.
The bright lights from the holograms almost blind him, but your smile is more blinding than the blinking lights.
You stop stretching, grinning sweetly in his direction, eyes twinkling in the orange lights, skin glinting from sweat. Yet, He's never seen anyone look this good. He thinks he's unworthy of the sight.
“Hi, Hobie” your voice is smooth like velvet, he's suddenly conscious of the bags under his eyes. “What're you doing up, gorgeous?”
Gorgeous? Oh you're horrid. Hobie feels his heart beat faster and faster with every second that passes with your eyes staying on him. He turns into mush, he hopes you don't notice.
But of course he's not gonna let himself lose against you and your pretty eyes. Goddamnit, why does your eyes look like that? And why do you look like you're about to eat him up in one swift bite?
“What are you doin' up, lovie?” Hobie does his best at walking normally towards you, but how could he remember how to when you're smiling so sweetly at him? He leans against the console that he hopes looks extremely cool in your eyes.
You beam at him, hands tucked behind you like you're hiding a secret that you're just about to show him. “Touché, I couldn't sleep. You?”
He sighs, not from the late hour but from you staring deep into his eyes. Hobie knew he's met his match the moment you two met on one of the many dimensions, and one of the many variants of Morbius who tried to take a chunk out of you, who was met with a hefty amount of your foot on the villain’s face, fangs falling out of his mouth like dollar store dentures.
Hobie, after seeing you kick the would-be vampire, said something witty with hints of flirty undertones that he couldn't possibly remember because of your reply.
“You could bite me anytime, Spider-Man”
Hobie could only remember you, from your suave wink thrown at him to the way you're a shining beacon of hope against the backdrop of chaos committed by a villain who was clearly not a match for you.
You've left him speechless on that dirty rooftop, with only a quick ‘see you later!’ and a swing towards another villain. You were right, you did see him later, and then a few days later and then mere hours after that. For some reason after your fated meeting he finds it hard for him to miss your form amidst the crowd of spiderpeople.
He keeps seeing you around, sauntering the halls of the society like you own the place. With confidence of a woman that even Miguel would falter in your presence. The day he met you was months ago, yet you've still got him wrapped around your pinky. You two have grown accustomed to each other, a blooming friendship amidst the desire to be more than friends.
“Couldn't sleep either.” his voice almost cracks, he clears his throat to hide the almost mistake.
You hum in understanding, “Wanna spar then?”
“What do I get when I win?” He exudes the same amount of charm.
You chuckle, it's music to his ears. “If you win.” taking a step forward, your foot in between his feet, lashes fluttering, arms on his sides, trapping him in between the console and your body.
He stops breathing.
“Let's find out what your prize is then, shall we?” You press a button right near the small of his back, just when your finger is about to graze his shirt, you slide your hand away.
The holograms retract to the walls, leaving an empty space in the middle. The floor opens up, a circular mat emerges from the opening.
Leaning away, you continue to hold his gaze, walking to the mat in the middle of the floor.
Hobie can now breathe again.
“Come on, Spider-Man. Are you scared?” you step inside the circle, hands casually on your hips. Smirking at Hobie. “It's just me, Hobs. Nothing to be scared of”
“I once saw you dismantle Doc Ock's tentacles in one pull. But you're right, nothin’ to be scared of.” A twin smirk plays on his lips, walking towards the only one who causes his hands to shake.
You giggle, “It wasn't that impressive, it was just titanium is all.” Readying your stance, you make sure your feet are planted on the mat, hands raised to protect your face, never letting your gaze waver from the man who makes your heart flutter.
“You're the one who kicked earth-790’s vulture's ass within three minutes of him entering the dimension.” you compliment him, but your eyes are determined to show him what you've got.
“Nah, it was child's play” Hobie readies a more defensive stance, he knows how you fight after seeing you beat countless villains.
You're more on the defense, always protecting yourself first, biding your time for just the right opening to strike a hundred times harder than your opponent. So he'll do the same, if you can't beat them join them, right? He knows you're one of the best if not the best fighter in the society, Hobie knows he'll have a chance at defeating you, and possibly winning the bet, because he knows you.
He knows you well enough that you favor your right side when fighting, always leaning to the right, always throwing the first punch with your right knuckles. He knows what makes you laugh the hardest and what makes you tick. He knows your favourite day is Wednesday because that's when the cafeteria serves your favourite, and that's when he would always talk his way into the front line just so you could get it first.
He won't go easy on you because he knows you won't go easy on him.
“What do you say we do first blood or first one to yield?”
“First to yield, don't want to scrub your blood off the mats.” Hobie teases. You roll your eyes at his quip but you can't hide your smile.
“Let’s see how much you've improved from last time, handsome” you unknowingly throw him off his balance with the nickname.
“Whenever you're ready, love” he unintentionally does the same to you.
You stomp your foot once, signaling the training ai to start the sparring simulation. Bright red lights emerge from the circular line upwards, a barrier that bathes you both in its glow. A robotic voice counts down.
5
You furrow your brows in an attempt to stop yourself from ogling him.
4
Hobie swallows a lump in his throat, his mind lingering from the last time you trained together. The heat from the skin on skin contact.
3
With you above him breathing heavily, smiling triumphantly as you win for the third time.
2
He shakes his thoughts, concentrating on winning. Hobie wonders what he'll win when he finally gets the upper hand. Maybe another little adventure with you in your dimension perhaps?
1
No one moves after the buzzer.
You both observe each other, with every twitch of muscle, one would flick their eyes towards it, studying it whether or not the other would decide to be on the offensive. You take note of his better stance, a soft smile on your lips, knowing that you're the one who taught him that.
You start moving, circling him like a prey, eyes trained on Hobie. Your feet move precisely after the other, you're getting dangerously close to him. For his own safety (and sanity) he moves away, copying your movements, circling each other like some bird mating dance.
Smirking, you shake your head, quietly chuckling a taunt. “Well, one of us has to move eventually”
“Not gonna be me, sweets. Sorry”
“Let's see about that–” you fake a lunge towards him.
Hobie doesn't flinch, not even a blink. You commend him with a hearty laugh.
“Havin’ fun? Thought we were fighting” Hobie would savour your laugh but he has to keep his focus. Unfortunately it's hard to focus when it's you.
“We are–” you pounce, knuckles ready to strike.
Hobie felt the air rush around him when you lunged, he kept to his plan. Defending his face, thinking that's where you'll strike. He sees your face in between his arms, winking all the while, then for a millisecond, you're gone.
He forgets that you know him too.
Acquainted with his spidey senses, you drop to your knees before he could react. Right before he could jump away or do anything to prevent you from hitting him, you sweep both of his legs.
From the shock, he stumbles, tripping on your leg. Hobie lands on the mat, wind knocked right out of him.
He suddenly sees your face in all its glory. Your eyes twinkle with amusement. You straddle his torso, legs tight on his sides, your hands lock his shoulders in place.
“That's dirty” he heaves, not from the fall but from how close your smug face is to his rare flustered one.
“You gotta be ready for anything when it comes to fighting.” You're completely enamored by the goofy smile on his face, his head tilted to the side as if you didn't knock him off his ass within a second.
“What if I told you I just like the view from down here?”
“You should see it from up here then, it's much” you lean closer, breath fanning over his unfairly long eyelashes. “Much prettier up here in the winner's position”
Hobie resists the urge to lift his head up to meet your lips, He finds it hard not to, it's taking every single one of his willpower not to indulge.
And perhaps you're doing the same, neck aching from pulling yourself just a few inches away.
“Hobie, I–” you get flinged back, guessing you forgot to secure his legs too. Whoops.
He does the same to you with the use of his longer legs, taking advantage of your lack of spider sense. Hobie uses the lull as an opportunity to hook his leg to yours. In one precise movement (that he definitely didn't practice a hundred times alone at home) the position now changed.
You lay on the mat, eyes wide, pupils dilated and mouth agape at the sight in front of you. The red lights around his face makes your little nickname for him absolutely true to form. You're trapped under his gaze, limbs secured, unable to move a muscle.
Hobie leaves you speechless for the first time.
“You're right, the view is prettier up here” he says with a thumping heart. Your heart does the same, skipping a beat at his flirtatious comment.
There's a growing smile on your lips and you can't seem to find it in yourself to tear your eyes off him.
“Care to say uncle?” he taps your wrists that's still pinned above you, “because this doesn't look too comfortable for you”
You try to shrug but you're unable. You fake an exasperated sigh. “Quite the opposite actually, I find being under you comfortable”
“Bloody hell” Hobie clicks his tongue. Looking anywhere but your pretty face.
“Sorry, too much?” Are you being too flirty with him? Making him uncomfortable? “I'm sorry” your smile falters. “I'll toned it down, Hobie”
“No,” he swallows a lump in his throat. “You're never too much, not to me anyway” He watches as your smile softens.
The mat crinkles under your head as you nod. “Okay”
“Ready to say uncle now?” you chuckle, the atmosphere lighter than before.
“Unfortunately, yes. I yield”
He guffaws in triumph, releasing you from his hold that you already seem to miss.
“Got you didn't I?” Hobie’s knees creek as he stands up, offering his hand for you to take.
You hold his hand, warmth spreading through your palms. “So that's one for you and nineteen for me”
He doesn't let go of your hand, you rub the back of his hand with your thumb, your way of showing affection just for him.
“Way to rub it in, love” Hobie steps closer to you until the tips of your shoes meet his.
Giggling, “You did a good job, handsome. You're gonna surpass me one day.”
“‘m good where I am, love” you smile at the implication.
“Okay, what do you want? Claim your prize”
He thinks, maybe asking you out would be too presumptuous of him, you have that effect on him. After a minute or so, you roll your eyes, huffing.
“How about dinner instead?”
Hobie blinks in surprise, maybe you gave him a concussion?
“It doesn't have to be dinner though, we can just go out like the usual–”
when I was a little kid at some point I got upset with my parents because I didn't have a crucifix in my bedroom and they did- I was like why do YOU get to be safe from vampires??? you're okay with me getting my blood sucked???? so we took a little trip to the catholic store but the one closest to us was run by a group of nuns that had been moved here from romania. I got a little baby pink cross and this sweet old nun was like 'aww, is this a baptism gift?' and I was like no. I need to be protected from vampires. and she immediately got SO serious and was like 'this is the best one we've got, you'll definitely be safe' and since she was literally from vampire land I was convinced she was like, van helsing. like the whole time my parents had been laughing about how cute my fear was but she literally Knew dracula and was taking my concerns seriously I held this over my parents for so long lmfao
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We live in a society in which everything is sexualized, and yet heterosexuality is somehow decoupled from the sex part of it.
Being straight is so ubiquitous, it’s somehow not thought of as a sexual thing most of the time. I think it has something to do with conflating sex and love, which is a whole other barrel of monkeys. But I think this explains so many homophobes and exclusionists’ views:
That simply being gay is seen as being openly sexual, even when the person in question is just kissing or holding hands with their partner, or even just mentioning their orientation
That an asexual person mentioning that they are asexual is “dragging people into their sex life”
Meanwhile, a straight person mentioning that they are straight, talking about their partner, and being openly affectionate in public with them is not seen as being unnecessarily sexual or corrupting the children because that’s just love
Related, that assigning children as heterosexual and joking about it is normal (onesies with “ladies man” and such on them)
If I may add; the casual tone that cishets will discuss how they’re “trying to have children” etc. Which is literally just sex like that’s sex. You can talk about sexual reproduction and how often you attempt it but GOD forbid my girlfriend and I share a milkshake at the park
Incredibly fucking crucial information for Americans where period tracking digitally is concerned: DELETE YOUR DATA, DELETE YOUR ACCOUNT AND DELETE YOUR APPS
☞ adult itadori yuji x fem!reader. college au. rated m. tw in tags.
☞ no thoughts, head empty. just smut. characters are ooc.
☞ wc: 4839
“—but I’m tired, ‘bara.”
“Babe, you can sleep in your own bed soon,” Nobara promises, “but you gotta get up. I have to get you home.”
She stands, lacing her fingers between yours as she pulls and heaves you onto your feet. The momentum, swift and abrupt, causes you to stumble toward, and your face clumsily falls into the soft curve of her neck. Nobara is warm and, as always, she smells of sugar and citrus. It’s familiar scent that makes you feel nostalgic and teary-eyed.
Maybe that third glass of merlot had been a mistake.
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