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A Dance with Death|| Technoblade x Grim Reaper!reader
Elijah "Smoke" Moore, Elias "Stack" Moore x Black!Female!Reader
⚠️MDNI⚠️//Content: smut, mentions of religion in passing, cunnilingus, PiV
Word count:2,197
"You've been gone since 2023” God forbid I show support for my people in their time of need 😒
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After a day of hard work a lady often just wants to have fun and dance the night away, is that so much to ask for?
Word quickly spread through Mississippi overnight of a new club that was owned by a pair of infamous twins—it couldn't be. Club Juke, your friends said the name was, how cute.
As you walked up to the rustic looking building there was a long line of people waiting to be let in, music from the inside of the club reverberated through your ears just begging you to join in on the fun.
You were going to walk right in without a care until the unsure call of your name made you turn your head.
The familiar voice brought a smile to your lips, “Damn girl! Where you been? Haven't seen yer face since you moved away for that fancy job.” Spoke Cornbread. Honestly, you were delighted to see an old familiar face.
“Oh please, you never catch me when I visit.” You huffed in a playful frustration, but before you could carry on your conversation the line of people behind you hurled bouts if complaints your way, cutting the reunion with your old friends short. Cornbread clicked his tongue and sent you on in.
“The twins are in for a treat when they see you.” The heavy-set man chuckled to himself and shook his head as you kept pushing further into the club, unaware of the band of old faces you would be seeing.
You managed to move through the crowd in sync with the music, body swaying in tandem with the tune.
Spotting your friends in the distance, a smile made its way to your face—happy to finally be surrounded by the people you actually came here to party with; but as luck would have it, the wind was suddenly knocked out of you when a man who was dancing crashed his back into you.
Before you could fall over, a man in a blue suit came to your aid, his hand placement seemed awfully friendly but you were too disoriented to comment on it; only focusing on how harshly he berated the man for simply having two left feet.
“If you don't watch where you steppin’ on the young lady then I think we're gonna have a problem.” He threatened. The poor man nodded his head to show his understanding of the situation and booked it to the other side of the room as fast as the booming crowd allowed.
“Now, enjoy yourself lil’ lady.” He laughed, now removing his arm from your waist only to move them to your shoulders.
“Who do you think yer’ callin’-” You were about to give a smart response, but held your tongue when you finally made eye contact with your hero.
A flash of recognition glazed over his eyes, while a look of mortification graced yours. You’re sure he could feel the goosebumps on your skin when your name left his mouth.
“Smoke…”
Seeing the man in front of you could only mean that his other half couldn't be far away, which wouldn’t bode well for you if they both got their hands on you.
Smoke said your name again, this time it made you flinch and all the childhood memories of puppy love and broken promises came baring its claws at you.
Oh the Smoke-Stack twins, if people were to pick out the type of crowd the twins usually tend to draw in, you probably wouldn’t be their go-to guess—but some would say you were in the right place at the right time, or that you were just really unlucky; but something that couldn't be debated among anyone back then was that those boys cherished you.
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A pastor's daughter and regular church goer, that's what all the grown folks would refer to you as, never truly by your name.
Growing up, your father and everyone who knew him spoke ill of the pair of twins who would often be finding themselves in trouble.
Don't get mixed up in company like that…
You told yourself, but unfortunately that prayer seemed to have fallen on deaf ears seeing as how the trouble found you instead. The twins seemed to have been drawn in by all the alarm bells that were meant to actually keep them away.
Once the boys got their hand on you, the three of you made for an interesting group, if anything, the adults thought that maybe you were just the right influence they needed to steer them on the right track—Unfortunately for them, this ended up having the opposite effect.
To be fair, you were never rude to those who showed you respect, but the twins’ ‘Don't take shit from anyone’ attitude rubbed off on you hard.
Stack seemed more receptive to your usual kind nature and would often let you have your way with him, even letting their dreams of moving to Chicago slip out, but the other brother was the one who forced you to develop a sharp tongue; Smoke's jabs often bordered on scathing to just actual bullying.
When you finally matched his energy the boy was at a loss for words, just gave a click of the tongue and a, “Whatever man…” Smoke wouldn’t admit it but he was a little proud of you for a split second, just minus Stacks’ frame doubled over in laughter.
Tender moments were few and far between when is came to them, but in the off chance they let you near their hair; a matching set of conrows would send you over the moon. It was your idea of bonding and also one of the rare moments where Smoke never had anything to comment on.
You’d like to think you both found common-ground on those days.
So why were you so mad to see him after all these years?
There weren't any signs of a falling out brewing. Just an abrupt departure that left you torn; everyone around you said ‘It's for the best.’ or that you should ‘Let it go…’ but it took years to get over being abandoned like that.
No letter.
No goodbye
Nothing…
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You were honestly surprised that you remembered their faces after all these years.
Blinking those memories away, your mortified expression turned into anger. “You've gotta be kiddin’ me, you n’ your brother run off to Chicago doin’ God knows what, then you two turn back up with a place like this after the state you both left me in?!”
“So you're not happy to see us?” Stack questioned, inserting himself into the conversation.
Your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, these men haven't changed, they're still the same smug little boys who left you in the dust for Chicago.
“Look now, we know how we left things wasn't…ideal but—we all grown up now.” Stack spoke, stationed himself behind you while his hand found its way to your waist. “We can handle this like adults.” His words echoed through the covers of your mind.
There was no denying the twins were attractive physically and their personalities had their own appeal to it, you would know, you grew up with them.
You'd be stupid to deny that you hadn’t thought about them in a romantic sense, but you were a grown woman now; you didn't have to unpack resurfacing emotions that you may have had toward your childhood friends.
Your eyes looked up to Smoke to see how he was taking the situation. His hands seemed casually nestled in his pockets while his pupils searched for an answer in yours, he motions a questioning head tilt as if to say, ‘Well?’
The music and surroundings seemed to slow as you looked around. “Fine…” You agreed, you hoped that you hadn’t sounded too eager, but you don't miss the subtle smile on Smoke's lips as you were being directed into what you were sure was a closet.
The twins sat you on a small table in the oddly spacious closet, it was already risky in your eyes to have been seen with the two, but whatever they were planning to do would have the town in hysterics for months to come.
One hand around your neck, and the other gripped both your thighs. The twins couldn't let you slip away like you always did, they had to have you this time.
Stack hiked up the skirt of your dress, he flashed you a charming smile as he looked up at you from between your legs. It left you feeling hot and embarrassed, yet he hadn't even laid a finger on you yet.
Smoke held your arms in place as Stack began to indulge himself in your dripping folds, his tongue borrowed itself into your slick hole as you managed out a moan.
“Let it out mama.” Smoke encouraged as his mouth made its home on your neck; leaving hickeys and spit wherever he saw fit while his free hand found its way to groping your breasts.
You were being overloaded on pleasure from every angle and all Smoke was doing was taunting you like he always did, “What was all that noise back there for, hmm?” His low, but playful voice teased as he pinched and squeezed at your nipple.
His hand then moved up to your mouth, fingers playing and prodding with your lips. “Did princess just need our attention?” Smoke was always great at getting people riled up, this instance was no different; the man's digits forced its way into your mouth, rings n’ all.
“Suck.” He commanded, and suck you did. The man could only scoff playfully at your obedience, it was clear to both twins that you could melt in their hands at any moment.
The more Stack nibbled and licked at your cunt, the more whiny and desperate your moans became, the more you rocked your hips to the rhythm of the man's mouth.
“Easy girl…” Stack spoke between your legs, his grip on your thighs tightening as if to hold you in place.
You send a hum of protest through Smoke's fingers at the brother who seemed to be getting off on your cries of pleasure.
“What, cat got ya’ tongue?” Stack laughed as he zoned back in on his main goal.
The deeper he sank his mouth into your slit, the closer you got to the edge. Your body writhed against his tongue as one of your hands broke free and made its way to the back of his head, which only seemed to encourage him more.
Fuck…
At this rate you were gonna-
Your body froze as the shock of your orgasm washed over your body, for a moment you swore the party going on outside ceased to exist. Stack removed himself from between the space in your legs, looking quite pleased with himself; the man flashed a smile at you, showing off his grillz.
Before you could catch your breath, the two brothers switched places and now Stack was behind while Smoke was right in front of you.
“You didn't think we were done with you, right princess?” Stack said, an amused grin graced his face as the sound of belts unbuckling made your breath hitch.
If it weren’t for the table holding you up, you know damn well that your knees would have given out.
Your face grew warmer as you felt Smoke gently push your legs apart, his length resting against your thighs. “If it gets too much, tell me.” He stated in a stern manner before sinking his cock into your sex.
The action was so fast that Stack failed to quiet your shaky moans that grew louder as his brother mercilessly pounded into your cunt. The sound of skin slapping in tandem with each other filled the room.
Strings of curses waterfalled from your mouth that made Stack laugh, he made a joke about having a dirty mouth for a pastor's kid; but you would have to appreciate it later when you're not about pass out from sheer pleasure.
“P…Please, Elijah…make me cum!”
Smoke's cock twitched inside you at brief the mention of his name, it was like a switch was flipped in his brain that made him speed up.
You were nearing the finish line of your inevitable high, with each thrust you were sure your vision was making you see dots. The final nail in the coffin was when the man leaned into your ear to say, “God I missed you…”
Your eyes fluttered shut as the satisfaction of both your orgasms washed over you, and a content sigh escaped your lips as Smoke removed himself from between your legs and there's a beat of almost comfortable silence in the air, “I meant that, by the way.” Smoke spoke up, trying to make himself look decent again.
“How we left you back then, it had nothing to do with you.” Stack continued for his brother, “We were…just protecting you in a way we thought would help back then.”
You listened to their explanations as you slipped back on your dress. “I didn't need protection, I just wanted the two of you to be there.”
“We're here now.”
Saw yall were dying over here on tumblr so I decided to chip in and finish this fic lol
Summary: Just some couple things that I'd imagine these little guys would do for their partner.
A/n: I stand by my headcanon that every single Spiderman in a relationship would absolutely melt for their partner, I don't care who they are.
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Hobie Brown
When you first met Hobie you thought he was quite intimidating. Now that you're practically dating the guy, you've come to realize that he just has a permanent resting bitch face and you love that for him, but from time to time you still get intimidated by him.
Like the time when he spaced out mid conversation to admire your face. "-And he just kept going on and on about his new motorcycle like, did I ask? I just wanted to buy some chips man, weird right?" Looking up to wait for your boyfriend's answer you were met with his blank stare, and his face resting in the palm of his hand. It only took you a minute for you to realize that your boyfriend wasn't in fact angry at you, it was just his face. "I admire your beautiful face and this is how you repay me?" He laughed, then placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.
God forbid this boy show affection in public, the amount of begging it took to get him to hold your hand in public is something no one will be able to waterboard out of you.
"Hold my hand…" You whisper to him as to not bother the other people on the train. Hobie's face lightly scrunched up upon hearing your request. "We're almost home, we can cuddle there, and it's better than holding hands." He tried to bargain, but seeing your mood suddenly shift was enough to make him hold out his palms towards you, which you gladly took.
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Pavitr Prabhakar
Pavitr is the type of boy to buy you flowers, there doesn't have to be a reason. If he feels like it(and that is most of the time) he'll just have them delivered, no matter where you are.
It was especially bad when you two had just started dating, once a week a different bouquet of flowers were being sent to you. One day when he turned up at your house with a bouquet of lavender flowers, which had felt like your last straw.
"I can't keep accepting your flowers…" You say apologetically, he tilts his head in confusion and worry. "O-Oh…I understand." He responds, and anxiously looks down at his feet.
"I don't have enough space in my house to keep them all, please chill out." You finished. Pavitr paused, then took a moment to laugh, "Ok love, I'll keep that in mind." He said with a smile. After that, the boy instead opted to help you make a garden, though you still do receive flowers from him every now and then.
Since Pavitr's hair is in a permanent swoop on his face, you find yourself unconsciously tucking away loose strands that obstructed his vision. The first time you did it he thought you were going in for a kiss, to which he ended up kissing your hand.
You still tease him about it to this day.
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Gwen Stacy
Gonna be honest with you, people already thought you two were a couple way before you guys actually became one. Gwen told her band that you both were dating and they were confused as to what she was talking about.
"Wait…you guys weren’t a thing before?" Was the general consensus.
Gwen hated the rain, while you absolutely loved it. It would be hard to get to where you were going if it was raining, because she would often rather wait for the rain to stop than actually use an umbrella.
One day the stars aligned for you and water had begun pouring from the sky. Your girlfriend had the dismay of being over at your house when the sky decided to screw her over, "Wanna go play in the rain?" You asked even though you could see her grimace at the very thought.
"What are you, five? Besides, you'll get sick" Gwen reasoned. You then held her face in the palm of your hands, making her eyes focus on you. "You're the only girl I'd want to get sick with." You spoke, holding onto her hands and pulling her towards the door that leads to the outside. Gwen scoffed at your words, "As cute as that is, no."
"Guess you'll have to miss out." You say with a cheeky grin plastered to your face, you open the door and walk backwards into the open rain while making eye contact with your girlfriend.
Though she tried to pull you back inside, the cold air of the rain made her shudder. The rain droplets soaked your clothes but you couldn't be any happier. Gwen became very protective of you ever since you both lost Peter, so you getting sick would send the girl into a coma….but it was nice to see you happy for a change.
The blonde sighed and slowly walked into the rain to join you, she felt her clothes sticking to her skin as the rain poured. The girl joined you. "If we get sick, you're so dead!" Gwen yelled, but her voice sounded quite playful. You couldn't help but giggle and danced with her in the rain.
(You guys did end up getting sick)
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Miles Morales
Being in a relationship with Miles was great, but ever since he transferred to that other school you could tell that he grew more tired. Rarely did both of your schedules ever line up to see each other, but that never stopped you from loving the guy.
So now when you had time to see him, it would just be a relaxing few hours of watching him draw until your parents texted you to come home.
Everything was great for the first few months of the same thing. In that time, you met some of his friends that he said were from his school, Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie. "We only came over to see you!" Was their excuse to come by, when in actuality, you knew that they were only here to eat Mrs. Morales's food.
Today was spent like any other day when you decided to visit Miles, but something was different.
The both of you were going shopping! Well, you were the one actually doing the shopping, Miles just tagged along because he liked being around you any chance he got.
"Oh! What if we got matching cups?" You asked excitedly, holding up two glass cups with small Spiderman heads printed on them. Your boyfriend couldn't help but cringe at the sight of the cups.
Taking note of this, your excitement slowly diminished, "No matching cups?" You say, slightly disappointed.
Miles quickly looked panicked, "No, I like the matching cup! It's just…can't you pick a different design?" He tried explaining.
"I thought you liked Spiderman, he's super cute!-" You looked back at the glass cups with Spiderman's black suit. Miles paused, not sure if he should be jealous or happy.
"It's just that we haven't done anything together recently and I thought this could be a cute thing for us. Also, this Spiderman is my favorite…" You say in a somber tone, your voice sounding a bit heartbroken.
Miles knew you were trying to guilt trip him into letting you buy the glasses, how many times has he been letting you get away with this? No comment….
"But I- There is no way…"
Miles playfully glared at you and took the cups out of your hands to carry them to the check out, "Oh you suck! You need to stop doing that." Miles said playfully.
"Not my fault you have poor taste in tableware." You say as a smug grin makes its way to your face.
Summary: Pavitr has been your boyfriend for a while now, way before he even picked up the task of being the hero of Mumbattan. Now, he struggles with keeping his identity of being spiderman a secret.
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Pavitr has only been spiderman for six months and he finds the smiles of civilians who he has saved to be rewarding, but recently, something has been nagging him.
It's like a dreadful pit wells up in his stomach telling him that he needs to throw up, yet nothing happens.
This feeling is only present when he sees their face, (Name), his partner. He loves everything about them and he's not scared to tell it to the entirety of Mumbattan, they make him melt in every way possible by just existing. So why is he nervous around you all of a sudden?
"I'm so sorry for being late, I had….a thing?" Pavitr's voice trailed off as he couldn't think of anything to say, you laughed at his great excuse and patted the seat next to you, telling him to sit.
"It's ok, I'm happy as long as you're here." They say, looking up at the stars. Pavitr could only watch you apologetically as that feeling of dread washes over him again. "(Name), I have something to tell you." He blurted out. You turned your head to look at him, waiting for him to speak. "I….-"
"I am…-"
"I'm…sp-"
I'm spiderman.
Pavitrs' words were beginning to fail him, his throat tightened and his mouth grew dry. "Pav, are you ok?" Your gentle but concerned voice asked, your soft hands reached up to caress his face to calm him down, which worked. He let himself be calmed down by your touch. "I can't say it." The boy muttered, clearly disgruntled.
You let out a sigh, "We have all the time in the world, you can tell me when you're ready, 'kay?" Pavitr looked up at your face that held a reassuring smile, and he couldn't help but smile back in response.
"Okay…"
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As time moved on Pavitr's battles were becoming harder with each fight, and the damage became more great. More civilians were getting hurt due to his shortcomings and it was starting to get to him as more news began to demonize him.
Pavitr started to slowly push you away in the off chance that you might get hurt, your walls of text were met with an 'I'm busy' or a 'Sorry, can't talk rn' and the boy could tell that your patience was thinning with every ignored text.
He will come to regret that decision.
Pavitr was nearing his limit, his body was bruised and most likely bleeding too. "Man, I probably can't go to school tomorrow." He joked to himself, the person he was fighting had unfortunately gotten away. They had been fighting in an empty office building due to everyone already fleeing, the room was a mess and also had a gaping hole that he crashed into, can't forget that.
As the boy was about to leave, the loud sounds of bombs rang through his ears. By the time he realized it, just like his balance, the building shifted and was about to fall on the people below.
Pavitr quickly reacted and jumped from the building, swinging safely to the ground. The sound of people screaming and running away started to overwhelm his senses, in response he quickly pulled the civilians out of harm's way.
Over all the screaming, the sound of a child crying stood out. He spotted her and she looked no older than five years old, looking for her parents amidst the chaos. The building was now dangerously close to falling and she was the only one who needed saving now.
Before he could move, the sudden breeze of someone running past him made him panic. "Hey! Wait no, it's dangerous!" he yelled in a panicked state, seeing them catch up to the child. He fairly quickly caught a glimpse of their face which caused his heart to stop beating for a moment.
"(Name)..."
Once pieces of rubble began to fall to the ground, Pavitr's feet began to move on his own. He wanted to make it, he needed to. The hero's eyes were trained on you, and you only as the little girl was being carried on your back. You weren't going to make it, the fact that more rubble started to cascade down quicker with every second, and you weren't running any faster than you could.
For whatever small second was left, Pavitr could see an idea cross your mind as the both of you were running directly at one another. Before he could process it, you threw the little girl towards him and he used his web to catch her. She was now safe, but....
No
No no no no no no no no
Please no, not you…
The rumbling of architectural debris crashing down sent dust flying which covered the entire area, and all Pavitr could hear was a constant high pitched ringing in his ears. The boy ran toward what was once left of the building and desperately dug through the rubble in an attempt to find your body... half of it at least. You were barely conscious, but you still felt every bit of the immense pain.
"(Name)!' Pavitr blurted out while trying to pry you out from under the wreckage, only to be met with cries of pain. He quickly stopped when he realized this wasn't working, while he was frantically trying to scrounge up a solution you then grabbed your partner's hand. "I don't... I don't want to die." You said, gripping his hand harder, "I have to go home to my boyfriend." You finished, letting out a painful cough that caused blood to start dripping from the corners of your mouth.
"It'll be okay.. I think- I think he'd understand, because I'm sure he loved you very very much." Pavitr responded with a trembling voice, but with some of his words trailing off together in the process. He let your nails dig into his skin while tears started to stain your cheek.
"That's nice."
Pavitr could feel your grip on his arm weaken while you let out your last breath, finally slipping under the cover's of death...even if Pavitr didn't want to have to see you tucked in.
That was the night Pavitr's heart lost its other half.
Warnings: Reader is poc and gender neutral. Probably bad Spanish
Summary: After witnessing Miguel and Jess fight an anomaly in your dimension you demanded the man to let you to the spider society.
A/N: Imma be real, I don't speak spanish but my friends so we'll see what we get!
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You've butted heads with Miguel ever since you joined the spider society, and arguments seemed unavoidable when both of you were stubborn, so it was quite a surprise to you and everyone else when you and the brooding man began dating.
The tension between the both of you was palpable, and it didn't help that you two of you found the other attractive.
"Ay dios mío, all you had to do was follow the plan!" Miguel said annoyed as he rubs his temple, "Maybe I would do that if you didn't keep treating me like a child!" You said with a forced smile. "Then give me a reason to not to, stop making me worry!"
Then came silence, "You worry about...me?" You asked genuinely surprised, you moved closer to the man who was now avoiding you gaze. "It's not a big deal, I worry for e-" You cut his words off by holding his head in your palms and leaning in to kiss the man, to which he reciprocated. The kiss had felt rough but gentle at the same time and if was scared to break you, you could tell the you both needed this.
If you thought dating this man would be any easier then you would be sorely wrong.
Getting him to give you a kiss when you both are in the spider society is like pulling teeth.
"I'm leaving for a bit, can I get a kiss?" You ask as you wait for a kiss on the lips, but you were met with a chaste peck on the forehead, to which you protested, "Wha- On the lips!" You cried, but it only made the man let out chuckle. "Oh so it's funny, prepare yourself when I get back." You joking threatened.
He does not care for pda at at all, if you haven't noticed already. "Why does our relationship need to be public information to these people." Was his explanation, but when the two of you are alone he is more open to hugs and kisses, he is more receptive to nightly cuddles.
Miguel makes sure to never walk infront of you, because the next few minutes of that would be a one-sided conversation about his ass.
"No but seriously, where you goin' with all that, I need it for than you." You said breaking the silence, your boyfriend loudly groaned. "Ay dios mío, give it a rest!" He said after letting out a frustrated sigh as you were dying on the floor.
When your laughter had died down a grin was etched across you face as you basked his Miguel's salty one, "Love you."
The man could only sigh knowing that he can't really be mad at you. "I love you too."
I have no idea how to tell my new followers that this isn't my usual content and I'm just being mentally ill. If I stop thinking bout Spiderverse I will explode.
Warning: Hobie is so cool and he knows it, black peepole(British rizz) being in love, as always reader is gender neutral.
Summary: You actully hated him at first, but the line between hate and love are often blurred.
A/n: You guys liked me being delulu with Pav so imma be delulu with Hobie. Also, leave a comment if you want. :]
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You are a part of the spider society, Miguel just picked you up and said, "You're coming with me, kid." And you've just been on it ever since.
Your often aided Margo with her work(not like she minded), mostly because talking to spiders other than her, Miguel, Jessica, and Lyla were scary.
That's when you met Hobie, you truly had no idea what the hell he was saying for a full hour into him talking becauseof his accent, and he probably picked up on that from your constant confused nodding.
Hobie was fine with you not wanting to talk, which you appreciated; the boy was always happy to carry the conversation, and he assumed you wanted to be friends because you've been following him around and listening to him attentively.
Your friendship with Hobie was great, you've even stayed over at his house a few times to watch a movie you never made it through because you always fell asleep.
That was when Gwen came into the picture. You didn't hate her, she was actully really sweet and you had a lot of fun with her, but Hobies' attention began to be more on Gwen rather than you.
When Hobie began to notice how distant you were becoming he confronted you when you both were watching a movie at his house again, for old time sake.
"You've been ignorin' me lately, why?" He asked bluntly, Hobie was laying on your lap looking straight up at you.
"I'm not ignoring you, you have Gwen to talk to, anyway." You quickly realized how you sounded and cursed yourself, you looked down to meet Hobie's gaze only to see him with an amused expression. "A bit jealous, are ye?" He jokingly questioned, then sat up from you lap.
You could feel the heat emanating from your face, "No! Not like that- I just....fuck off!" You retorted, before you could embarrass yourself futher, Hobie placed a finger under your chin and gave you a peck on the lips. "It was never like that with Gwen, you idiot."
Safe to say that you stayed awake for that whole movie.
When you and Hobie started dating, he became more touchy, in the sense that he has to be touching you in some way.
He loves showing you off, it's like Peter B. showing off his kid, he takes offense if they don't wanna see you.
Hobie likes to rest is head on yours, it happens everywhere, standing in a line, washing dishes, it great for him, not so much for your neck though.
He also likes to likes to hug you from behind, but since your a bit jumpy about hugs the alternative is using your head as a pillow, or using your shoulder.
"Mate, wha chu' mean you don't wanna see my partner?"
He's so soft for you, even with he doesn't want to be.
He absolutely melts when you lightly tugg on his pinky finger or his jacket when you want his attention for something.
You love to kiss all of his piercings individually when you notice he's not having a great day.
You can't do cornrows for the life if you, but Hobie got you covered. He sits you down between his legs and does your hair as you watch whatever.
God forbid you touch your cornrows while he's doing them, he will hit your hand with that comb and it will hurt. "Why you tryin' to mess up my work, nah?"
Warnings: Pavitr being the only guy ever, reader is gender neutral, reader is a poc 🤷
Summary: Idk man I'm just raw dogging this till I hit a wall, bc brainrot be like that sometimes.
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You met Pavitr while he was changing out of his hero costume.
It was an accident! There was an attack near your school that halted the day, luckily, spiderman was there to help save the day.
Though it took a you a minute to recollect your emotions after that very scarring experience(you will have to speak to your therapist about this), you decided that it would be a great idea to go to the bathroom where upon enter you see Pavitr, the boy in the class next to yours changing into his uniform and a spiderman costume laid near the sink. "Oh heck-"
After a lot of explaining ang gifts of bribery(boyish charm included) over the course of a month you began dating the boy. Yeah you, dating spiderman, crazy right?
When you began dating him, Pavitr would info dump about tea because his aunt did the same to him, it was a vicious cycle.
His nose would scrunch up everytime you got a fact about something wrong, but he never dares to correct you.
Expect random peck on your cheek throughout the day, but kisses on the lips fluster him too much.
"I love you." "Mhmm.." "Say it back!" You have to say it back or he will make it a problem for the rest of the day.
Pavitr will always stare at you while you do your last minute assignments, he already did his but he likes seeing you look messy while you're rushing to turn in work that is due in an hour.
"It's easy being spiderman!" Is what he always says, but he hates being spiderman when it makes you stay up waiting for him.
Sometimes when he comes home late at night, he meets your sleeping body in his bed, he hums in delight at the sight and lays next to you; watching your breathing as it rises and falls.
I'm sorry, but it's something about the Black Spider Folk IMMEDIATELY understanding why Miles wanted to save his dad.
Because Black people have a universal understanding of what grief does to families and how systematic oppression exploits exploits single parent households.
