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angel-of-the-moons · 8 months

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Hey can I request a pavitr Prabhakar x reader where it's both the reader av Pavitrs first time.

Just some smut with a fluff ending

Thanks for your time. Have a good day:)

*cracks knuckles* I was waiting for someone to ask about the P-Man! (I love him so much ty nonnie)

Novices

(Aged Up)Pavitr Prabhakar x Fem!Reader

MINORS DNI: I am not responsible for the content you consume.

All characters featured in this fic are aged up. There are no minors.

TW/CW: Smut, NSFW, PIV sex, oral sex (Fem! receiving) mutual consent, fingering, prep, y'all are both virgins, Fluff as fluffy as Pavitr's luxurious hair, protected sex, condom usage (our man may be a goober but he's not dumb!), Pavitr Prabhakar is the king of oral, (you can't tell me with this face he's NOT, that's the face of a man who knows how good he is), slight overstimulation, Awkwardness, You lil' cutie patooties, some pet names(?)

None of this is beta read, we die like those younglings that Anakin snuffed out in the Jedi Temple

(Translation: Sundari = beautiful)

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You and Pavitr had been dating for at least two years at this point. As cheesy as it is, the two of you were long-time, childhood best friends. You were there for each other through the worst of it, all the ups and downs growing humans could go through.

He couldn't even keep his Spider-Man alter ego a secret from you; because hey! You were best pals!

And then highschool came and at some point you realized, that, hell. You had a crush on your best friend. You sat in your little pining box (ha! A pun!) Up until a few months before graduation. It was there where you had finally confessed to Pavitr in which he loudly blurted "I love you, too!" In the middle of the ceremony, earning more than a few stares from people.

Your parents included and his Aunty Maya. Your mother was overjoyed that Pavitr was the man you had set your sights on, because she loved that boy. Your father was... Protective, a bit on the cliché side. But he wanted you happy, so he accepted that you grew up and this was what you wanted.

Now, the two of you had gotten close to being intimate a few times. Nothing beyond kissing, some light touching, and maybe just a hickey or two (totally on accident and you definitely did not get weird looks at the breakfast table by your parents)...

But after a long talk... The two of you decided to finally go all the way, and break past that last awkward barrier in your relationship.

Yeah. Easier said than done.

That was how you got here. In your house. Your parents gone for the weekend to leave you in charge of the place. Perfect opportunity, ample time and privacy...

Way easier said than done.

You both had gotten a little too into the kissing, but when Pavitr pulled you into his lap to kiss at your neck is when you felt him. And how excited he was getting. That popped your little bubble and reality set in for the both of you.

Here you were, sitting cross-legged on your bed, shoulders touching, Pavitr giving you nervous glances and shuffling awkwardly in place, your hands firmly placed in your lap. The both of you were both too nervous and stumped to figure out what to do.

You were also squirming, because you yourself had been getting excited until your brain turned back on, the awkward heat and dampness in your panties not unknown to you... But you still felt awkward with it because Pavitr was right there, and you could see he was trying to not make it obvious the bulge in his pants.

"So... What do we... Do?" You ask, looking down at your lap, chewing the nail on your index finger.

"Uh..." Pavitr swallowed nervously. "I... I mean... Uh..."

"Yeah."

"Mhmm..."

You both sat there, red in the face for another long, quiet minute.

Pavitr is the one who broke the silence this time, "I... I know a bit... But uh... Not much... Outside of..." He just couldn't bring himself to say it; even now he just couldn't say out loud the stuff he saw on the internet. If he did he felt like his hair would catch on fire.

"Yeah..." You say, rubbing the back of your neck.

"We could... Start again... Take it slow and see what comes naturally..?" Pavitr said, his brows pinching upwards as he smiles crookedly, running a hand through his dark brown locks, attempting his trademark smirk; but failing at it so hard he almost looks like he's in pain.

"I... Well, yeah... We... We can." You say, finally making shy eye contact with him, your lips curving up slightly.

Pavitr shifts so he's on his knees in front of you, holding his hands up as if he's trying to pacify a scared animal. "So... I'm going to kiss you now--can I? Kiss you, I mean? To start off--" He started to blabber.

"Yeah, Pav... You... You can kiss me." You chuckle quietly.

"Good! Good!" He said, his hands reaching for your cheeks as he takes hold of you. He maintains eye contact as his thumbs trace the hollows of your cheeks, and then your cheekbones before leaning in.

Pavitr places a gentle kiss on each side of your face, close to your mouth, before finally putting his lips to yours as your hands encircle his wrists and you lean into it.

It was soft and sweet, as he always was with you.

Pavitr let a small sigh through his nostrils as one of his hands reached behind your head to hold the base of your skull; careful not to snag or tug any of your hair as he leaned into you further, pressing for a deeper kiss.

You let him lead, your lips chasing his as your mouths kept dancing. He dared to dart his tongue out and split the seam of your soft lips so your tongue could caress his.

Your hands moved up his arms, feeling the slope and stiffness of the muscles in his limbs until you spread your palms over his shoulders, eyelids fluttering closed. You wished you could keep staring at him, but a part of you also wanted to imagine how you two must have looked in this moment.

The kiss got more heated, more passionate as he tipped your head a bit more so he could slip his tongue deeper into your mouth, running across your teeth, mapping out everything he could as though he was trying to commit the layout of your mouth to his memory.

His other hand went from your cheek, to your waist, where he tugged you a bit closer to him so that now you were almost between his parted knees on the bed.

You both finally remembered that you needed to breathe, and your mouths broke apart, a slack trail of saliva connecting your tongues together until it snapped. Pavitr leaned forward and placed some more chaste, sweet kisses to the corner of your mouth before diving back in, earning a soft giggle from you.

This time, you felt a surge of boldness bubble up within you, and you leaned in to take his bottom lip between your teeth, applying gentle pressure as you nipped him.

"Ha... Bad girl." Pavitr breathed hotly, before leaning forward and placing a kiss to your jaw; trailing his mouth down a bit to place hot, open mouthed kisses to your neck, his tongue tracing the excited pulse that danced just beneath your skin.

Your hands climbed their way upwards, your fingers tangling in the headband he wore before slowly pulling it off, his curly hair bouncing free as you drop it to the mattress, your fingers slipping into the impossibly soft, dark waves, earning a soft groan from him when your nails softly scraped at his scalp.

Pavitr latched on as his mouth moved down; down to that spot in your neck he knew made you weak, before sucking hard, earning a small gasp from you and a brief stilling of your hands in his hair as his tongue laved over the patch of skin that was already blossoming into a soft bruise.

"P-Pav..." You try to sound firm, scolding. But it failed, you were too breathy. "If my Baba sees that..."

"Oh, right." He muttered against your skin, placing a soft kiss over the hickey in a hasty apology.

Pavitr's hand on your waist shifted, so it was barely beneath the hem of your shirt, his thumb caressing the soft skin beneath. "Hey, sundari, is this okay? Can I do this?"

"Y-yeah." You say, trying to even put your breathing as he keeps kissing at your neck.

"You sure?" He hums, his mouth trailing to the other side of your throat.

"Yes..."

He hums again as his hand slowly drifts higher, his eyes rolling closed at how good your skin felt beneath his fingers; calloused from swinging from building to building for so long, from fighting bad guys.

But now... Now he had you. And this moment. No crooked villain was gonna snatch this moment from him. He wished he could pause this moment in time, or at least pause the world outside your room; so the two of you could take all the time in eternity to explore each other's bodies. He wished he could just--

His thoughts stopped when he realized your hands had bunched the fabric of his shirt and your fingers started tugging it upwards.

Pavitr lifted his head to look at you and you blushed again, averting your gaze a bit as you tugged once more.

"Pav... Can you..?" You start to ask.

Pavitr's eagerness almost made you laugh out loud with how fast he reached up and yanked his shirt off, throwing it to the floor, his big, gorgeous dark chocolate brown eyes looking at you with excitement and joy.

You bit your lip to stifle a giggle that slipped out of you.

"What? What?" Pavitr asked, tilting his head.

"You did that so fast..." You snort, biting on your knuckle.

"I--! I can't help it! I'm excited, okay?!" He said, a bit more shrill than he intended.

Your eyes flick downwards at his lap for a fraction of a second. "I can tell..."

Pavitr blushes profusely and makes a face.

"That's not what I meant! That's not what I--okay so it's a little bit of what I meant--or I... You... Oh you're making this so much harder!"

"....I can tell." You snicker louder, hinting at an inappropriate joke.

"Bad girl!" Pavitr stammered, reaching out to squish your cheeks in between his fingers. "Bad!"

You giggle, squirming to get away from him as his hands find their way to your sides, and he begins tickling you mercilessly as payback.

"Pavitr! Pavitr, okay I'm sorry! I'm sorr-ahaha!" You squeal, pulling him back with you onto the blankets, your head falling to be cushioned in your plush pillows.

Only when your faces were an inch or so apart did he stop, supporting himself on his elbows as he looked down at you.

"I know." He breathed quietly, his voice almost shaking. "Couldn't help it."

His knee was between your legs, his chest heaving just barely as he tried to rein himself in.

"Do you... Do you still wanna keep going?" You ask him.

"I do. I really do." He says to you, leaning down to kiss you hungrily once again.

You make a soft noise against the invasion of his tongue, and your hands moved to flatten on his chest, before moving down ever so slowly as you gently scraped your nails down the muscles in his abdomen; earning a sharp hiss from him, as if your touch burned him.

You snatch your hands away and pull back from the kiss. "I--I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--"

"No, no... Ah..." Pavitr leaned in again, his forehead pressed against yours as he closed his eyes. His hand grabbed one of yours and put it back on his chest.

"Do that again."

You smiled against his lips and repeated the motion, earning a quiet groan from his throat as you do.

You felt the length running down the inside of his pants twitch against the outside of your thigh at the sensation. The knowledge that you were doing this, that you were the one who got to touch him like this for the first time, sent a fresh rush of heat straight through your core.

Pavitr reached out and slipped his hand up your stomach, spreading his hand out so his fingers were splayed across the soft skin there.

"Can I... Or... Can you... Can we..?" He floundered.

You kiss the curve of his jaw and lean forwards, gently urging him back until you were sitting up again, giving him the freedom to pull your shirt up and over your head. His hands gently palmed at the fabric before he dropped it to join his on the floor, staring at you in an awestruck manner the moment his eyes fell to your bra.

You felt a fresh rush of heat flood your face and you chewed the inside of your cheek, resisting the urge to cover yourself.

You really weren't given the opportunity to do so, as Pavitr practically tackled you back against the bed, burying his face in the crook of your neck as his hands grabbed you again; breathing in the soft, citrusy smell of your perfume that still barely clung to your skin.

"Pavitr!" You squeaked.

"Sorry." He said tersely. He lifted his head and looked down at you.

"I was just possessed by your sheer beauty! I could not help myself!" He said, putting in his dramatic flair. "It was as though my mind were not my own!"

"Goober!" You laugh, smacking his arm playfully.

"Sundari." Pavitr said, his voice low as he placed a kiss right at the valley between your breasts. He could feel your heart fluttering like a frightened bird inside of your ribcage, the soft beat echoing out through your soft skin.

He waited for your reaction as he placed another kiss there; and seeing that you squirmed but didn't voice discomfort... He did it again, this time, moving a bit closer to one of your breasts, kissing the swell of flesh.

"Hey, love." Pavitr mumbled against your skin as he nipped you playfully.

"I... Ah... Yeah?" You swallowed, dropping your head onto your pillows as your hands twined in his hair again.

"I can't leave marks on your skin, right? Like your neck?"

"Yeah..."

"So what if..." He kissed your chest again, moving down just slightly, the fabric of your bra pressing against his chin. "...I left some..." His teeth nipped at your skin, sending goosebumps up your body, a sharp inhale coming from you.

"Here?" His mouth closed over the skin; his teeth scraping and sucking until he left another bruise on your breast, earning a shudder from you, your fingers catching in his hair a bit as you took your bottom lip between your teeth.

Damn him, he shouldn't get to look so beautiful and so pleased with himself!

His hands slid around your back, his fingers brushing the band and clasps of your bra. You lifted yourself up enough to let him grasp at it...

But he just couldn't.

"Crap." He groaned against your skin. "How do I..."

You snorted a laugh and slipped your around around your back with practiced ease, and unhooked the clasps for him, and laid back down.

"Oh... I guess you have a lot more practice at that than I would, huh?" He laughed awkwardly.

"Yeah." You giggle.

You looked at each other a moment, lost in each other's eyes.

"May I finish taking it off of you?" Pavitr said, his voice so quiet you could barely hear it over the beating of your heart that thundered in your ears.

You nod, lifting your arms so he could pull the straps down, kissing at the swell of your breasts, his tongue giving small licks as he went, pulling the restricting garment off of you. He frowned a little when he saw the marks it left in your skin, and started kissing them, too. Easing them with his tongue, smoothing them out, earning a small whimper from you.

He really likes that sound. He needed to hear you do it again.

Pavitr spoke your name like a holy prayer. "My beautiful girl." He said, looking down at you, his gaze trailing slowly down until his eyes settled on your breasts, your nipples already pebbling at the cool air of your bedroom. "I love you."

"I love you, too." You breathe, your breath hitching when he leaned down with almost no warning, his tongue darting out to sweep across one of your pert nipples, his hand giving a similar treatment to the other one, pinching and rolling it between the pads of his fingers.

He closed his mouth around it like he'd seen in several videos online, and closed his teeth around it.

"Oh! Ow! Pavitr--gentle!" You whine. "Too hard..."

"Sorry." He panted, popping off of you to apologize, before diving back in, this time taking care to gently pull your flesh with his teeth, rolling his tongue around as he did so, until he found a rhythm that got the best reaction out of you; switching over to give the other nipple the same treatment.

"P-Pav--" You whimper, feeling the sparks his tongue and teeth left on your chest shoot straight to the throbbing heat growing between your legs, soaking your panties and--you're quite certain--your leggings.

"Yes?" His voice muses, dripping with something you've never heard from him before.

"Uh--" You try, your chest shaking as you try to even out your breathing again.

"Um..."

Pavitr pressed his forehead against yours again, locking his gaze to yours.

"We can stop if you wanna."

"I... I don't want to stop I'm just..." You say, pursing your lips to try and find the right words.

"Yeah...." He says quietly to you.

Pavitr's hand moves down to the waistband of your leggings, hooking his thumb around the thick elastic. "Can I?"

You bite your lip and nod, your hands going up to clench and unclench at your sides, pushing your breasts together (which ultimately distracts Pavitr for a moment, before he returns to his task).

He slowly begins sliding the stretchy fabric off your hips, down your thighs... Revealing the black and pink striped panties beneath. He gives you plenty of opportunity to change your mind, to tell him to stop. But when you don't, Pavitr licks his bottom lip as he finally slips your garments off your ankles, tossing them to join your shirts and bra on the floor.

His hand rests on the curve of your hip, "You're so gorgeous." He leans to plant a soft kiss just below your navel. "My beautiful girlfriend." Pavitr coos.

His fingers hesitate to grab the elastic of your underwear, but you let out a shaky breath and nod, your eyes connecting with his briefly.

Pavitr swallows at the lump in his throat, and pulls your panties down, his breath catching in his throat as you lift your hips and he's able to pull the fabric free from your body.

You instinctively squirm, to try and close your legs as the cool air hits your wet folds, your slick glistening.

"I... I know... Can I... Do something? Please? To... To help you." Pavitr said, his voice excited and a little impatient.

"I... Uh. Yeah." You said, blinking down at him, already you had a feeling you knew where this was headed.

Your thoughts were confirmed when Pavitr eased himself until he was practically on his belly, lowering his mouth to your aching core, sending a puff of air across you that sent a shiver up your spine.

Okay. Okay. He knew what to do. He'd seen it plenty of times, he'd read about it plenty of times... He could do this. You were his girlfriend, couples did this sort of thing all the time. Men did this to women all the time. He was a man. You were a woman. He could do this. He could do this.

'Just remember what you learned...'

Pavitr kissed your slick lips with reverent gentleness as his arms wrapped around your thighs, his fingers digging into the plushest parts of them as he gently eased your legs just a bit more apart.

His tongue hesitantly traced the edges of your puffy lips, and he closed his eyes as the taste.

Sweet, with a slight bitter edge. Maybe it had something to do with those fruit juices you liked so much? He read somewhere that that sort of thing could affect your taste, and--

The moment his tongue flattened out on your clit, it was like a lightning bolt struck you, and your toes curled.

"Pavitr." You whimpered.

"Was that okay?" He asked, his chin glistening ever so slightly with your wetness, his eyes full of concern.

"Yes. God, yes." You sigh, moving your legs in an attempt to urge him to do it again.

Pavitr grinned, feeling confident in this new task as he started licking you, gently grazing your folds with his teeth as he teased you. He moved back up again, sucking at you and closing his mouth around your clit, rolling the bundle of nerves with his tongue to see what might get the best reactions, noises, and breathy little words out of that gorgeous mouth of yours.

He curled his tongue around you, and sucked hard, making you gasp and arch your back at the harsh, throbbing pleasure that coursed through you as he applied gentle suction, before easing up and applying it back again.

Pavitr's eyes rolled back a bit when your fingers tugged at his hair, rolling your hips up to meet his eager mouth.

You dared sneak a glance down at him between your legs and the sight alone made your whole body weak.

His eyes were closed, his feathery lashes brushing his cheeks as he looked positively blissed in what he was doing to you with his mouth, his fingers squishing the plush of your thighs as he moved again, this time moving his tongue around until he found your entrance.

Your head dropped back into the pillows again, one of your hands gripping Pavitr's hair like your life depended on it, your other hand balling in the sheets as his tongue slipped inside you, writhing, gliding, writing love letters against and inside your body as he worked at you feverishly.

His hand moved until his thumb pressed firmly against your clit, rolling it like he did with his tongue before.

"Pavitr!" You moaned, grinding yourself against his mouth and hand with a desperate whimper.

You felt that familiar coiling of heat building in the pit of your stomach, pins and needles at the edges of your fingertips. Normally, it was a sensation you had only given yourself with your fingers on lonely, longing nights, but it felt almost new. Especially with a handsome guy between your legs, eating you out like a man starved, like you were the only thing he would ever want or need to taste.

Pavitr honestly felt like he could die happy between your thighs as they squished him in. Hell of a way to go, but totally and utterly worth it to him, seeing you like this, writhing and gasping out his name on short puffy breaths.

He grinned against your slick mound and wrapped his lips around your clit again, sucking feverishly as he dared to press a finger inside you; earning a sharp, ragged gasp from you and your eyes screwing tightly shut. The stinging of his scalp was almost forgotten as he hummed against you, sending the vibrations straight through to your brain, numbing you to everything else except him.

Pavitr pressed and curled his finger inside you, testing the waters before adding in a second. He curved his fingers slightly, like someone rubbing the chin of a small animal.

"Oh god." He heard you rasp out, biting your lip as a tiny mewl crawled out of your throat.

He gave a broad swipe of his tongue before latching onto your bundle of nerves again, this time, adding a third finger, gently thrusting them in and out of you, all the way to his knuckles as he pushed you closer and closer to your peak.

The stretch was different, his fingers were thicker and longer than your own, and he could reach a place inside of you that you never could. Your thighs flexed and squeezed his head as you bit your knuckle, a pleasured sob bubbling up within you as you felt your orgasm start to crest.

"P-Pavitr, please I'm--" You moan out, cutting yourself off. "'m so close, so so so so so close!"

Your voice babbled out almost mindlessly, and god, did it sound like an angel singing in his ears the way you said his name like that. He could feel a fresh gush of that sweet nectar of yours around his fingers as he felt your muscles tightening around his fingers.

Pavitr gave one long, hard, throbbing suck to your clit, curling his fingers at that perfect spot inside of you; and felt a big boost to his ego when you loudly moaned his name as you came, your hips twitching and legs practically crushing his head as every nerve in your body lit up, endorphins flooding you as your muscles clamped around him.

You dragged your eyes open as you felt him still scissoring his fingers inside you, stretching you open and drawing out your orgasm to the point it was almost painful, his mouth and tongue still assaulting you.

"P-P-Pavitr--" You whimper pitifully. "Yuh-you... You can st-stop... Oh, please stop I can't--"

He heard your plea, and mercifully lifted his mouth off of you, licking his lips happily as he gently pulled his fingers out of your aching walls.

He watched you while you draped your forearm over your face and heaved, your lungs burning for oxygen you didn't know you were withholding from yourself. Pavitr brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean; wiping his chin with his palm before licking that spotless, too.

"I... refuse... to believe... you've never... done that before." You breathe shakily, eyes still closed as your body struggled to calm down.

"Was I that good?" He grinned, rising up, pressing his hands to your knees, playfully moving them back and forth.

"Why do you sound so smug!" You pout up at him, your face flushed and pupils blown wide.

"Becaaaaaause..." Pavitr grinned, leaning over you a little bit again. "I made my girl scream my name like it was all she knew how to say?"

"Ohhh! You--" You sputter up at him. "You..! Brat!"

Pavitr tipped his head back and laughed, the sound rich and heavy and sending another spiral of arousal curling through you. "Awww... Don't look so embarrassed, sundari."

"D-don't sundari me!" You retort.

Pavitr leaned forward and kissed you, hungry and desperate. All teeth and tongue as you melted into him, your annoyance quickly giving way to desperation as you gripped his hair and pulled him down on you, your tongues battling roughly for dominance as you let the last of your inhibitions fly the coop.

You moan when you feel him grind the bulge in his pants against your aching core, and he gritted his teeth.

"Can we... Keep going?" Pavitr hissed out, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

"Fuck yes." You breathe out, dragging your nails up his back almost torturously slow; earning a soft moan from him as the muscles in his back twitch beneath your fingers.

Pavitr lets out a sigh and straightened back up, looking down at you with hooded, glazed eyes, a warm and loving smile on his face. You sat up a bit and your fingers gingerly reached for the button and fly to his pants.

His thumbs hook the edges of his pants and he pulls them down slightly, just to his thighs and sighs at the ease of the pressure on his aching and angry erection, tipping his head back slightly.

You nibble your lip a bit and reach out, palming him through his boxers.

He groans at this and leans into your touch, his hands clasping your shoulders as he clenches his eyes shut.

Your hand felt him twitch under your touch, the heat radiating off of him and spreading through your fingertips. Already, there was a small dark spot bleeding through his boxers.

You gave a hesitant stroke, and his cock jumped almost in unison with your throbbing and swollen clit again.

He wrapped his hand around your wrist, and he breathed sharply.

"If... If you keep that up, I..."

"Sorry, I was... Curious." You mumble, releasing him. You lift your face to meet his gaze, and lick your lips.

"Um... Pavitr... Did you bring any, um... Y'know. Condoms..?" You peep.

"Oh!" His eyes get wide. "Yeah! I, uh, I almost forgot, here." He pulls away from you and leans over the bed, rummaging through his satchel bag until he pulled out a small box.

Figuring out how to size himself with condoms was both a slightly confusing and mortifying adventure. Especially when he actually had to go to a drugstore and buy the things he needed to do this with you. Yeah. He would never be able to show his face in that store for a long while.

In his other hand was a small bottle. Some lubricant. The sites he read up on said that it was always good to have, especially if your partner was inexperienced. It'd help ease any discomfort. He hoped there wasn't much left with how he worked you open with his fingers and tongue, but, it was better to have it and not need it, right?

Pavitr awkwardly fumbled with the box, pulling it open and taking out one of the foil wrappers.

Before he can try to open it, you look up at him from under your lashes. "Can... Can I do it?"

The way your voice sounded almost broke his heart, the octane sending a fresh throb straight down between his legs.

"Yes." He told you, letting your soft fingers slip the packaging from his grip.

Pavitr was almost frantic at this point as he hastily dragged down his boxers and pants, letting out a deep groan as he momentarily relished in the freedom as his cock bobbed slightly, the tip beading droplets of precum already. He kicked what remained of his clothes off of him and leaned down to give you a messy, desperate kiss.

When he pulled away, you tore the condom packaging open with shaky fingers as you figured out which way to roll it onto him.

Pavitr held in a tight breath when your fingers closed around the tip of his cock, carefully rolling down the ribbed latex along his length until it snugly fit around the base.

"Ah..." He sighed with ease when you released him.

"Is it okay if I..." Pavitr asked, cupping your cheek with his hand as he nudged his nose to yours.

"Please." You mutter against his mouth; your lips connecting softly as he lays you back down.

When he was sure you were comfortable, he popped the cap on the small bottle of lube and squeezed some out onto your aching core.

The coldness of the liquid made you squeak sharply and try to jerk your legs closed on reflex.

"What? What's wrong?" Pavitr said, sounding almost panicked.

"It's cooooooold!" You whine, your lip trembling.

"I'm sorry!" Pavitr apologized, a nervous laugh escaping him. "I forgot to... Ah... Here."

He squeezed some more onto his hand, before dropping the now-mostly empty bottle onto the bed, and palming your twitching and puffy mound, easing the lubricant, mixing it with your own slick and cream, earning a small shudder from you when he purposefully rolled his thumb over your clit again.

"Better?" He asked you.

"Yeah." You sigh, relaxing a bit as he pulled his hand away, wrapping it around his cock as he spread the lube and slick down the length of the condom.

"Are you ready?" He asked gently. "It's not too late if you want to stop?"

"Pavitr, I'm ready." You assure him, grabbing his face with your hands and bringing him down for a kiss.

You felt him groan into your mouth as his tip probed your hole, your muscles already twitching and trying to drag him into your welcoming heat.

He resisted the urge to snap his hips into yours as he eased himself in, reminding himself to go slow, for you. To make sure you enjoyed it, too.

"Ah..." He whimpered, looking down at you for any signs of discomfort.

"Talk to me, beautiful." He said to you, pressing his forehead against you with another deep groan at how you flexed and clenched around him.

"It... It feels... Different. Not bad, but..." You breathe heavily, trying to find the words.

"Tight." Pavitr moans, kissing you, far less coordinated than before. "Can you... Try to relax for me, sundari? It... feels like you're strangling me."

You whimpered, but dropped back and eased yourself into your mattress, your hands gliding up Pavitr's chest, to slide over his shoulders and hold there as you willed yourself to relax. You could feel some tension finally leave him, too.

"Ah... Better. I don't think I could last long if you stayed that tight." Pavitr groaned.

"I don't think I'm gonna last long, already." You sigh. "Thanks to you."

"All in a day's work for the P-Man." Pavitr grinned mischievously as he kissed at your neck.

"Ohhhh don't call yourself that right now!" You groaned. "Not while we're in bed!"

Pavitr laughed and rolled his hips into yours softly, a pleasured sigh escaping him as your body welcomed him deeper.

What he didn't have in length, he made up for in delicious girth that dragged the best spots inside you, sending small electric jolts through the deepest part of your body as he buried himself snugly inside you; claiming your swollen lips in another heated kiss.

"Ugh, c-can I move?" He groaned as your tongues parted ways.

"Please, Pav." You moan, grinding your hips a bit, making you both inhale sharply and shudder.

"My girl gets what she wants." Pavitr laughed weakly, pulling out halfway before thrusting his hips languidly into yours.

"You spoil me..." You mewl, the stretch and drag of him sending a fresh throb through your sex as any lingering discomfort melts away with every roll of his hips. The condom having those ribs and nubs certainly added to the sensations, too.

"A good boyfriend... Should... Spoil his girl." He gasped. "Damn. Can I..."

"Faster." You whine, your nails digging into his shoulders as you cling to him.

Pavitr's eyes rolled backwards into his head happily, as he buried his nose in your hair, breathing in the flowery scent of your conditioner.

He supported himself with his palm by your head, gripping the pillow like a vice as he grabbed another pillow, hastily shoving it under you to angle yourself better; his hand clutching at your hip as he looked down for one final confirmation; which you gave with a feverish nod.

And with that last little bit of approval from you, Pavitr was more than glad to pick up his pace, snapping his hips languidly but carefully into yours.

The only sounds in your room were hot, breathy moans, short gasps, names uttered on sharp tongues. Skin slapping on skin filled the air around you, sweat mingling and dripping.

The way his pubic bone braced your clit sent new sparks shooting through you, remnants from your earlier orgasm breathing life onto the embers.

You weren't gonna last long. God, you knew you weren't gonna last long. Not with how good of a job he did on prepping you before.

"Pavitr." You mewled, trying to pull him down onto you.

He leaned down, kissing you hotly, as if you were his only source of oxygen in the whole world as his hips started jaggedly thrusting into yours.

Your nails dragged down his back when the tip of his cock hit that perfect spot inside of you.

"Th-there?" Pavitr gasped.

"Yes!" You squealed.

He leaned down and bit down on the skin on your neck, damning what your parents might think later. Pavitr's sole focus right now was angling his hips and hitting your sweet spot over and over with methodical precision, dragging you closer and closer to another orgasm, desperate to make to cum once more before he did.

"Oh!" You whine, wrapping your legs around him tightly, your nails digging into the muscles of his back as he thrust into you, riding the waves of your orgasm as you moaned and blabbered out his name mindlessly.

Pavitr groaned deeply, the sound reverberating through his chest as he pressed into you tightly, his thrusts less coordinated.

"Almost--" He panted, wrapping his arms around you as he crashed his hips into your sore hole, moaning when you sobbed at the assault of sensations.

He snapped his hips into yours once, twice. You could feel him jerk and twitch inside of you as his spend filled the condom wrapped around him; rolling his hips lazily into yours as he rode out his orgasm.

Pavitr shuddered once, slowly pulling out of you and rolling onto his side. You both laid on your backs, breathing heavily at the ceiling.

You scooted closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder as he draped his arm around you.

"Why... Did we wait so long to do that?" Pavitr sighed once his breathing leveled out.

"Because we're the dumbest smart people on the planet?" You joke weakly.

Pavitr snickered and kissed the top of your head, before rolling to curl around you, his hand resting across your belly as he looked at you with those beautiful, lovesick puppy dog eyes that you loved so much, a big dopey grin on his face.

"Probably." He said..

You sigh, snuggling into him. Your eyes open again after a few moments, however, when you feel something poke at your thigh.

"Pavitr...?"

"Hmm?"

You hated the fact he could still make himself sound so innocent as he toyed with your hair.

"Pavitr." You hiss softly.

"Ohhh! That's what you're trying to get my attention for!" He giggled.

"You--!" You deflate against him.

"Well... We do have two days until your parents get back..." Pavitr hummed into your hair, still sounding deceptively innocent, even as he grinds himself against you. "And we still have the rest of those condoms..."

"You're going to kill me." You pout.

"Hey! You'll die happy!" He said, pulling back to grin down at you.

You giggled and kissed his jaw. "You're such a goober. Goober."

"Ha! You're the one dating me! What does that make you?" He snorted.

"The luckiest girl in the world."

A/N this meant to be a drabble but my ass got sucked into it 😭 I wrote this even though I have an early shift tomorrow but my god I had to do it!

#pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr prabhakar #spiderverse pavitr #atsv pavitr #pavitr prabhakar x you #pavitr x you #spiderverse smut #smut #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #indian spiderman #my writing #answered

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keep-calm-and-drink-caf · 6 months

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“He was a Punk, She did Ballet Bharatanatyam”

A Hobie oneshot

The idea for this oneshot was based almost completely off of @hobiebrownismygod ‘s post here! <3

Pairing: Hobie Brown (Spider-Punk) x Indian!Reader who does Bharatanatyam

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Uses of Y/N, reader pushes herself past her limits a little bit?, reader’s just a teensy bit rude to Hobie at first, my ✨interesting✨ attempts at writing Hobie’s accent and slang

A/N: I wrote the reader to be Gayatri’s cousin because I thought it might be interesting to look through the perspective of someone who knows Pavitr from Gayatri’s side! And partly because I used to be in a similar situation - my younger cousin would always randomly call me and spill all the tea of whatever had happened in school :) (she still does haha. mwah i love you my little butterfly xx 🫶)

Originally intended for it to be romantic but it I think it could also be interpreted as platonic!

(he’s so gorgeous akdjsbcjdbcjcnd i love him sm <333)

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It was late.

Late enough that you should’ve been packing up and heading home, not inside an empty dance studio practising your steps till your feet ached and your legs felt like they were liquefying slowly.

You were trying to perfect the fast-paced jumps and footwork, pushing yourself ruthlessly despite being on the brink of exhaustion, and now your heels hurt from the force with which you were slamming them into the ground. The ghungroo bells that were strapped around your ankles jingled almost tauntingly as you kept going off-beat.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you sat down on one of the benches placed on the side, sliding your ghungroo bells off your ankles and stuffing them into the side pocket of your bag. You were about to gather the strength to get up and go home when you heard the door swinging open and your gaze darted toward the sudden creak.

“Oh, hey Y/N. What are you doing here?”

Pavitr stood in the doorway, looking completely soaked to the bone and struggling to open an umbrella.

Gayatri was your slightly younger cousin, so naturally you knew Pavitr quite well since she would call you and gush about every little thing he did that she found absolutely adorable. Initially you had been frosty and skeptical towards him and he found you downright terrifying, but over time he had managed to charm you with his sunshiny personality and deep affection and respect for Gayatri.

“Hi, Pav. I was trying to practise my bharatanatyam but I think I should call it a day,” You responded, stretching your sore legs out and squinting through the glass panels of the door. “Is it raining?”

“Yep, we got caught in it while-” He cut himself off with a yelp as the umbrella opened suddenly in his face and he instinctively moved it behind his shoulder. You heard a soft ‘mmph’ come from someone right behind him who he had accidentally hit with the sharp spikes of the opened umbrella edge.

You tilted your head to look behind Pav as the person who had been hit stepped forward into the light, his hands out to prevent any further attacks from the umbrella. He flashed a charming smile at you, the studio’s warm light glinting off his piercings.

There was something slightly… odd about him that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. It wasn’t his large wicks that were, somehow, completely dry though he had clearly been with Pavitr in the rain, some drops still sliding off of his spiked vest. It wasn’t the small, silver-spiked red fabric sticking out of his pocket either that he tucked out of sight the moment he saw your eyes drift toward it.

His outline - if you could even call it that - appeared to be in constant motion, seemingly shifting and changing colours every few minutes. You blinked a few times, simply chalking it up to your tired brain playing tricks on you.

“Oi, watch where you’re pointin’ that thing, mate. Y’might jus’ take someone’s eye out.”

You raised your eyebrows as you heard the sharp cockney British accent.

“Yeh aadhmi British hai. Vah yahaan Mumbattan mein kya kar raha hai?” (This man is British. What’s he doing here in Mumbattan?) You asked in Hindi. You realised, the moment the words left your mouth in your mother-tongue, that you were being quite rude by talking in a language he probably didn’t know. His eyes darted toward you, studying you intently as if trying to understand what you were saying.

“Vah itna bura nahin hai, mujh par bharosa karte hain. Aur vah sirph… yaatra kar rahe hain.” (He’s not that bad, trust me. And he’s just… visiting.) Pavitr gave a sheepish chuckle, bringing a hand up to run his fingers through his rain-soaked hair. [I know that yaatra technically means travelling, but I can’t remember the Hindi word for ‘visit’ so if anyone could tell me how to say visiting instead I’d be very grateful!]

“‘Ello to you too,” He laughed it off, the smooth, rich sound filling the air. “My name’s ‘Obie. ‘Obie Brown. Nice to meet you.”

You assumed he was saying Hobie and gave him small smile, getting up to go over to them and shake his hand. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Hobie.”

Pavitr leaned forward to whisper quietly to you, his tone lightly teasing. “Hamne aapko kaanch ke darvaaze ke maadhyam se naachte hue dekha. Vah ghoorana bandh nahin kar saka.” (We saw you dancing through the glass door. He couldn’t stop staring.)

You felt your cheeks heat up slightly at his words and you scoffed, suppressing a smile tugging at your mouth. “Aur vah bilkul bhee daraavna nahin hai.” (And that’s not creepy at all.)

“Well, I was just about to head out,” You would’ve liked to properly get to know Hobie, but your vision was starting to swim in front of your eyes and his subtle flickering didn’t help.

“Careful. There’s a ‘ell of a lot o’ pleasure and pain out there.”

You blinked in surprise and glanced at Pavitr for an explanation, trying to understand what Hobie had just said but also not wanting to come off as rude.

“It’s raining cats and dogs out there,” Pavitr translated, snickering slightly at your confusion before your unamused eyebrow-raise shut him up.

“I have an umbrella. I’ll be fine, don’t worry. Besides, it’s just rain.” You took out your umbrella, looking through the glass into the rain. It was pouring quite heavily, but you’d just have to manage.

Pavitr got a gleam in his eye that told you he was plotting something. You narrowed your eyes with suspicion. “What are you thinking?”

“Ah, nothing, but we were headed that way anyway, for that padoka stall a little further on. We can come with you!” Pavitr gave you a grin and held his umbrella out in front of him, pretending to examine it critically. “The only problem is… my umbrella can only cover one person.”

Your eyes widened slightly as you realised what he was playing at. “Pav. Ab matchmake ka samay nahin hai,” (Now is not the time to matchmake) You hissed under your breath, giving him a death glare.

Pavitr simply ducked his head, giving you and Hobie a little wave as he moved to stand outside in the rain, the umbrella spread over his head. “Well, are you two coming or not?”

Hobie chuckled softly, turning to you. “Let’s go? I can walk in the rain if you want, I really don’t mind getting wet.”

“No, no, you can stay with me. Sorry if I was rude earlier.” You opened the umbrella more skilfully than Pavitr had done, angling it so it could shelter both of you as you stepped outside into the rain and followed Pavitr.

“Nah, you’re good. It’s nice ‘earin’ you and Pav talk Hindi, actually. How long ‘ave you been doin’… what’s it called?”

“Bharatanatyam.” You giggled softly at how Hobie’s eyebrows lifted at the word, his piercings sailing up along with them. “Quite a while. It’s almost like an Indian ballet, if ballet was more about fast-paced movement and quicker beats rather than grace and controlled technique.”

“S’different from what I’ve seen. More chaotic, but beautiful. Do y’always wear those jingly things around your ankles?”

“Ghungroo bells? Yeah, they just serve as something to accentuate the rhythm that we tap out with our feet so that the audience - and the dancers themselves - can hear it better.”

Hobie’s eyes - were they always that shiny…? - were on you as you talked, slightly wide as he took in what you were saying with the utmost attention. “Hey, lovebirds! The rain stopped, in case you didn’t notice. Y/N, you’re here.” Pavitr’s teasing voice cut through your thoughts, which were albeit a little foggy the moment you saw how pretty Hobie’s eyes were.

You put the umbrella down and, sure enough, the rain had almost entirely stopped, reduced to tiny droplets that drizzled pinpricks of water on the pavement. Well, that was Mumbattan weather for you. Pouring one second and sunshiny the next.

“I’m never making gajar ka halwa for you ever again if you don’t stop talking,” You warned as you heard Hobie chuckle slightly awkwardly at the nickname Pav had given you both.

“Nononono please— I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that!”

You rolled your eyes and closed the umbrella, glaring at him.

“Fine, fine, just stop giving me that look. You’ll get your gajar ka halwa.” You softened your expression into a smile as you turned to look at the man you had just met. “Bye, Hobie. It was really lovely meeting you. I’ll see you around?”

Hobie smiled at you, dipping his head in a nod of farewell. “Yep. See y’around.”

You keyed open the door to your house, closing it behind you only to be greeted by Gayatri lying sprawled on the couch. You were used to her visiting unannounced, and your mother absolutely adored her, so you’d often come home to see her waiting for you, with new stories - whether they were scandalous gossip from the modelling agency, a few texts or actions from Pavitr that had made her lose her mind with how adorable he was being, or just random shower-thoughts she’d have (not to be confused with the ‘deep philosophical ponderings’ she had at 3am in the morning that she felt the urgent need to share with you straight away)

You could smell the sharp tang of spices wafting out from under the closed kitchen door as your mother cooked.

“Pav told me everything,” Gayatri giggled before you even had a chance to properly say hi to her. You groaned and flopped down on the couch next to her, moving her legs to rest over your lap so she didn’t take up all the space. “Brilliant. What did he say?”

Gayatri smirked up at you. “You met his friend Hobie? The one who’s visiting?”

You considered reaching for the cushion a few inches away on the floor, wondering if you could take it and throw it at her before she could bat it away. “Yeah, I did.”

Gayatri made her eyebrows jump up and down teasingly. “Do you think he’s cute?”

“Gayatri—”

“Oh, come on! This is totally like a rom-com. He was a punk, she did ballet — but make it Indian!” She mimed clicking a camera, now fully laughing, her eyes scrunched up mischievously. “Wow, and the guy’s British too. Who’d have thought? I think he’s here for a few more days, in case you want me to ask Pav to set up a date—”

You reached for the cushion, snatching it up and holding the fluffy patterned corner as threateningly as you could.

“Chhoti behen?” (Little sister)

“Yeah?”

“You know I love you.”

“Yep.”

“But stop talking.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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Gajar ka halwa is a carrot-based sweet dessert pudding made by placing grated carrots in a pot containing a specific amount of water, milk and sugar, cardamom and then cooking while stirring regularly.

A pakoda/pakora is a fritter originating from the Indian subcontinent. They are sold by street vendors and served in restaurants in South Asia. It consists of items, often vegetables such as potatoes and onions, coated in seasoned gram flour batter and deep fried.

‘Pleasure and pain’ is Cockney rhyming slang for rain. (At least I’m pretty sure it is because I saw another website saying it’s ‘ache and pain’ so I’m not really sure which one it is)

Ghungroo bells are anklets that consist of small metallic bells (going from 50 to more than 200 bells depending on factors like the expertise of the dancer and the desired amplitude of the bells) knotted together. Ghungroo bells are used in many Indian classical dances such as Bharatanatyam, Kuchipudi, Lavani, Odissi, Mohiniyattam, and Kathak.

I don’t do Bharatanatyam, so some of this might be wrong. Please lmk if anything is incorrect! <3

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presidentlokis-hornyhelmet · 11 months

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Please make more PAVITR X READER PLEASE 🥺🥺

- Angst

- Fluff

- Jealousy 😍

ANYTHING PLEASE

Six Feet's Never Felt So Far [Angst]

Summary: Pavitr is only belatedly told you were in the bus with Gayatri, but now it's too late. TW: Blood and Injury, Major Character Death, Near Death Experiences A/N: you said angst..👉👈 As usual all Hindi words and nicknames are googled, sorry if they're wrong! '^_^

Pavitr Prabhakar, aka Mumbattan's friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man, swung to the accident spot immediately, getting to work.

A bridge connecting two cites across the ocean had collapsed in the middle and vehicles along with people were falling. Pavitr swung in saving a few civilians who fell off the railings and set them to safety. Screams get his attention and Pavitr finds a brightly coloured city bus about to tip off the broken edge of the bridge and ran towards it.

"AAAH!"

Spidey turned around at the screech only to find Mr. Singh, his best friend Gayatri's father and Inspector of the local police station, about to be smashed by a falling concrete peice with the little child he saved.

He needs to act soon.

Pavitr quickly calculates that the bus is approximately six feet from safety. He could do this!

He shoots his web, catching onto the rear end of the bus and ties it to a pole. He shoots another web at the inspector, pulling him away from the debris and to safety.

Seeing the policeman is uninjured, he turns to the falling vehicle dangling by a literal thread.

"All of you, get to the rear end!", he yells to the passengers stuck in the bus, shooting more webs at it.

His efforts grow stronger when he sees Gayatri trapped inside, shouting for help.

Inspector Singh joins him and together they pull the vehicle back onto more stable parts of the bridge. The passengers stumble out one by one, shaking and shivering from the near-death experience.

Gayatri comes out and Pavitr rushes to her, throwing his arms around his best friend. He couldn't live without her rants and incessant fussing.

"Thank God, you're okay!"

Spidey quickly retracts upon realizing he's being too familiar for a stranger, stuttering out excuses that don't come out as smooth as he likes.

Gayatri's horrified expression softens a little when she sees her father and rushes towards him with extended hands, panicking. "Papa!"

"Mera beta", the policeman says, sighing in relief as he kisses her forehead. "I thought I lost you."

"Papa!", she tugged at his sleeve anxiously, tears pooling at her eyes as she pointed towards the bus, "Y/n is in there!"

"What!?"

Colour drains from Pavitr's face under the mask and he rushes towards the bus, frantically searching for you inside and under the seats as the Inspector follows suit.

A choked cough catches Spider-Man's attention and he turns, finding you jammed into the drivers seat at the damaged front of the bus.

You seem to have crashed your head into the glass, blood trickling down your forehead. Pavitr tears up and gently pulls you into his arm, carrying you bridal style outside.

'It okay, it's okay, N/n is alive', Pavitr chants, convincing himself that he made it in time. He won't let what happened to Uncle Bhim happen to you too!

He tries so hard to be strong for you, but seeing you almost dead shook him.

"You okay?", he croaks, hoping his voice doesn't give him away. Tears roll down his cheek under his mask as he tries not to break.

"Pa..pavu.."

It was your nickname for him, one only you and Maya auntie were allowed to call him. But in that moment Pavitr didn't care if you knew his alter-ego, all he could think was how he saved you from the brink of death.

"Pavu? Is he your boyfriend?", he jokes, hoping to make you feel better.

It's an inside joke between you two, saying 'this is their boyfriend' everytime you pick up each other's call.

You smile weakly. "You're... Spider-Man?"

He nods, blinded by the tears clouding his vision, aware that you have a horrible pun in line. However, his smile falls when he sees your eyelids droop; blood trickles down your nose and you're losing consciousness.

No, no, no, no, NO-!

"Stay with me, N/n, please", he pats your cheeks hoping to prevent you from slipping out of consiouness. "C'mon", he tries desperately, holding to you tight to his chest as he shoots his web onto the railings of the bridge, "Stay with me. Just hang in there, we're going to the hospital. Everything will be fine!"

You wheeze, struggling to breathe as you heave, and go lax in his arms. Pavitr is content, until he realises you let go.

No, nO, NO, GOD, NO!

"Pavu.. I love you....."

Your body goes limp in his arms and that's when the whole world ceases moving for him. His heart beat stops as he freezes in shock, unable to digest your death.

No, no, it's not possible! He can still save you! You've just blacked out, that's all!

He can't.. won't lose you like this.

Gayatri begins to cry, holding her father for comfort who soothes her with moistened eyes; you were a like a child to him too.

Pavitr's knees buckle and he sinks to the ground, the gravity of your death too much for him to bear. Guilt chokes his throat and he lets out a loud cry, holding your lifeless body securely in his lap -afraid that if he lets go, you might just disappear. His shoulders sag as he leans into you, cradling your face, resting his forehead on yours one last time.

The other spider heroes arrive just then to witness the ever cheerful Pavitr break. It's not, afterall, too far from what they themselves have experienced at some point; such was the curse upon every spider hero.

Tears soak through his mask as Pavitr watches life leave you, sobbing at his cruel fate.

"Meri jaan.."

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*Meri jaan means "my life". I learnt it from another pavitr hc Tumblr post '^_^

#atsv pavitr spidey looks more indian with his hair ngl #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr x you #pavitr x reader #spiderverse #spiderman india

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inzaine-norizz · 10 months

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Decided to draw Pavitr Prabhakar traditionally because Im more of a traditional artist rather than a digital one but I am practicing digital tho! But rn let's appreciate some traditional work, especially if its our boy Pavitr✨

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hobiebrownismygod · 6 months

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thinking about a hobie brown x desi!reader where the reader is from Mumbattan

Hobie’s visiting Pav and checking out the sights of Mumbattan when he hears music playing. He goes to investigate and his eyes fall upon a girl practicing bharatanatyum and it looks so different from the kind of dancing he’s used to. It’s a very strong and distinct yet strangely beautiful style. He watches for a while, as if stuck in a trance, enjoying the way her expressions change with her movements, making her seem even more alluring. He stayed there, silently watching until she eventually finishes her practice, grabs her things, and leaves. He was completely awestruck and promises himself he’d find her again. Maybe he’ll have Pav introduce him to her.

he was a punk she did ballet but make it INDIAN!

Bharatanatyum poses are awesome!

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l0starl · 5 months

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# Ice skating!! With pav!!

Christmas masterlist

You walked into the skating rink as the automatic doors close behind you, Pavitr was already waiting for you near the benches as his gaze lands on you.

“Hey pav! Sorry I’m late” you spoke as you sat right next to him

“No problem! Let’s go get our skates” He said with a heartwarming smile

You both approached the front desk as a woman greets both of you with a smile

“Hello, welcome to the ice skating rink, My name is Diana how may I help you?”

“Two ice skates please!” Pav answered

Diana nodded as she crouched under the desk and pulled out two ice skates

“Here ya go, and enjoy” Diana said with a smile

You both said thank you as you sat down on the bench you were previous on

you put the skates on that were surprisingly your f/c! So at least you’ll match your outfit.

“Ready?” Pav questioned? Lending out his hand.

You nodded as both of your hands intertwined, you both skated around in circles a bit around the rim but progressively moved to the center.

The center had pretty fairy lights that made the scenery feel more magical than ever!

But as time passed it was getting late, so both of you said your goodbyes and a few hugs!

Maybe you guys can both go skating again..?

#christmas wonderland ୨୧ #across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman atsv #pavitr prabhakar #atsv pavitr #spiderverse pavitr #pavitr my beloved #spider man india #pavitr prabhakar x reader #spiderman: across the spiderverse #spider man across the spider verse #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #spiderman across the verse #spiderman india #indian spiderman #mumbattan

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missbunnybunny · 10 months

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🦇" 𝕷𝖊𝖙 𝕸𝖊 𝕻𝖚𝖙 𝕸𝖞 𝕷𝖎𝖕𝖘 𝕿𝖔 𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 "🦇

Tw: 𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊, 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 , 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖙 𝕸𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖑, 𝕹𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖙, 𝕾𝖔𝖓𝖔 (𝕴𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖇𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖙), 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓, 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌, Exhibitionism ( 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖓𝖔 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒), 𝖀𝖓𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝕾𝖊𝖝, 𝕸𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖑 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 Kink✅.

𝕬/𝖓: 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗, 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢🦇!

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚘'𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚡 𝖄/𝖓 spider woman 𝟏𝟖+. 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎- 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛. 𝙿𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 Mi amor (my love), Cariño (Love), Hermosa ( beautiful) , muñeca (doll), good girl. 𝕴𝖋 𝖎 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖊!

To say you were careful would be an understatement; you were FUCKING paranoid. Miguel had come to study a spider woman from a newly found Earth. But you had no idea he was there; all you felt were eyes on the back of your head and your spidey senses all over the place. You were changing at your apartment after returning from a patrol. Miguel was watching you from outside your window, a noticeable bulge developing with each second he looked.

Finally, you removed your suit from the top of your bed while wearing your pajamas. Scratching could be heard coming from your bedroom door when you hung your suit in your closet. With a sigh, you opened your door to see your pets waiting for you. Nyx purred the moment she spotted you, while Hades' tail waggled in anticipation of being let in. You opened the door completely to let them in, and before you knew it, both your cat and dog snarled at your window. You opened your window, perplexed, to find nothing except the serene New York night sky. Closing your window and dismissing the incident as a bird or anything.

Miguel climbed the stairway before you could see him when he noticed the pets at your window and soon your following shape. When your upper body came into view, you were seeking whatever had made your companions nervous. He was captivated by your ethereal appearance, the multi-color lights giving your skin and eyes a wonderful sheen. He entered your room via the window as you were sleeping, your dog next to your bed, and your cat on a little bed on top of your bedside table.

He reached out a clawed hand and softly touched your face, removing a strand of hair. He moves his finger slowly to your slightly open mouth. He imagined how soft your lips would be over his finger, your tongue giving him love strikes softly but steadily. The mere thought of it sent shivers down his spine and a little shock up his cock. You let out a small groan as his finger was about to enter your lips. "mm…Nyx…don't do that," you mumbled. His hand slid away from you like it was on fire, and he watched as you shifted over and became more at ease. He only gazed at his fingers; he was correct, your lips were soft. How will they feel on his dic-

He shook his head, realizing that he shouldn't be thinking such things. He was only here for one reason and one reason only, let alone act on his thoughts. To determine if you were a threat that needed to be annihilated or whether you may be of use to the spider society. He returned to the window, and as quickly as he was in your room, he was gone; he didn't want you to wake up to discover him creepily staring at you with his glowing eyes.

The following day, while you were on patrol. While on top of a towering structure, you had the similar sense that you were being watched. When you turned around, you saw a towering man in a Spiderman suit staring down at you. Your immediate desire was to run, but your feet remained firmly planted on the earth. He removed his mask, revealing a gorgeous man with a strong jawline and wild curly hair. When he talked, his voice was deep and made your heart skip a beat.

" Is your Y/n correct?" he asked. You nodded, still a little affected by him. He had a watch on his wrist, began to type, and a golden doorway emerged. "My name is Miguel O'Hara from Earth-928, please join me." You stared at him before you spoke, he remarked, extending his hand to you. "Why should I trust you?" you questioned nervously. He sighed and rested his hand on his hip. " Mira, I will not harm you. "I'm taking you to the spider society, where there are many people like you." He informed you quietly that he was telling the truth. He was taking you to the spider society and would never harm you, he thought that you were stunning and needed to be protected.

You're not sure how or when he convinced you to accept his hand and lead you to the portal and into the Spider Society. When you entered this building, you were greeted with a dimly lighted chamber with dark blue and red illumination. Miguel called out, "Lyla," and a holographic lady materialized next to him. " Give me a report." He stated You zoned out while Miguel and Lyla chatted and gazed around the room. When the door opened and a group of individuals entered the room, you froze and gazed at them. When you noticed the young kid sitting in her carrier, they also stopped and stared at you. You could hear small laughter and chattering. You thought to yourself as you approached the group that the tiny person was cute.

"How might you be?" asked a young man dressed in a back and red Spider uniform. " Miles " "Don't be rude," the girl next to him murmured as she poked him with her shoulder. " How was I rude, Gwen?" While stroking his shoulder, he said. " It's impolite to point at someone." Gwen, the girl, chastised him, "Am Hobie, by the way." He reached out to shake your hand. " My name is Y/n, and it's nice to meet you. " You said. you were worried because meeting new people wasn't your strong suit. But simply by looking at them, you could tell they were kind and laid-back folks.

"I'm Pavitr, nice to meet you Y/n," the young guy approached you, and you nodded and shook his hand. You felt a weight on your shoulders, little hands on your face, and a small happy face looking down at you. You couldn't help but laugh. " And how are you doing, little one?" You asked the infant in your arms while gently tapping her on the nose, and she shrieked with delight. " Mayday, sorry about that. "I'm Peter B," he introduced himself. "No, it's all right, it's nice to meet you," you said, continuing playing with Mayday.

While all of this was going on, Miguel stood there with a heavy scowl on his face, watching the spectacle. Why were you smiling so brilliantly at everyone but him? His chest tightened as he observed the scene. What was this sensation he was having? The more he stared, the more it hurt, till they found it out when you drew closer to Hobie to get a better look at the outfit he was wearing. JEALOUSY was the culprit. He was envious of all the attention they were receiving from you, while he received none. Lyla photographed his face and labeled it # Jealous he didn't get more attention # Lame # Lmao # Ain't got no bitches.

They rapidly became your friends, and Hobie even began to teach you how to play the guitar. Gwen and Miles began swinging around New York with you, and you even invited them to your place, where they met your pets. Hades adores Mayday and Pavitr, whilst Nyx adores Hobie and will not let him go, she will bite and hiss at you. Miguel has been bringing you on patrol with him, and everything has gone swimmingly. But with every rise, there has to be a fall, and every time she goes to headquarters, someone is following her. They were following her from room to room, hall to hall at first, and suddenly it was much worse.

They began with little, discreet touches. They caressed her hair as though she had unintentionally brushed into someone only to find no one there. It felt like she was being pursued by a ghost, a particularly nasty ghost. But now they're squeezing her side while she's walking, or even hitting her ass. They seemed to be trying to get a rise out of her. They'd do it even if she was in public! She and Hobie were going down the corridor, Hobie's hands behind his head, while she showed him images of Nyx. She'd purchased a suit similar to his for Nyx, and the cat adored it.

Hobie was discussing how he should come to your place and customize the suit so that it appeared ever more stylish like his. You giggled as he grinded. You felt a strong grip on your chest all of a sudden. You virtually leaped out of your skin and spun around like a lunatic. Realizing there was no one around, Hobie came to a halt and glanced at you. He knew something was amiss the moment he saw your face; you were pale and slightly shivering, and your arms wrapped about your chest. "Are you all right? "What's the matter?" He asked. But you were absolutely paralyzed and terrified. That was the end of it; you couldn't take it any longer.

You glanced at Hobie and asked him, trembling, to take you to Miguel's office. He threw his arm over your shoulder and led you to Miguel's office, where you thanked him and stepped inside. Miguel had his back to you and was staring at many screens. others had abnormalities and others were within the building, although it appeared to be the latter. " Miguel," you said to him. He turned to view you, taking in the many expressions on your face, which was pale and on the edge of breaking down.

He sighed and walked up to you, softly caressing your face. "What's wrong, Hermosa?" "T-there is s-someone stal-stalking me," you said, on the edge of a nervous breakdown. Miguel embraced you, pressing your face to his chest as you sobbed gently. Miguel caressed your back while his head lay on top of yours. What you couldn't see was his big smile, and how much he enjoyed your vulnerability. It was your fault for not paying attention to him and his love for you, but the outcome is exactly what he desired.

He drew you away from him and kissed you passionately. He tightened his grip on you as he intensified the kiss. His tongue swiftly overtook yours, and he moved his mouth away from yours, taking a breath and licking his lips. You were gasping and trying to catch your breath as you stared up at Miguel, his eyes half-closed and burning red. His suit was incredibly tight, particularly on his bottom half, where a bulge was fast developing. His outfit dematerialized, leaving him in his boxers. He peered down at you and said in hushed tones, "Strip, and on your knees, Muñeca."

You did what he said, as if in a drunken stupor, and your suit crumbled off your body. Miguel smirked as your knees crumbled in front of his sight. "Open your mouth and stick your tongue out." He stated this while touching your lips with his finger. He tapped once, and with the second tap, your mouth opened, your tongue hanging out. He added a second finger to his slide up and down your tongue. He commanded you to "close your mouth and suck." You did as he said and began sucking on his fingers.

You swirled your tongue over his fingers, doe eyes on him. With an 'mmm', he removed his fingers from your mouth, glancing at the small string of saliva joining his digits and your tongue. You felt dizzy simply looking at Miguel, and when you heard him talk again, it was as if he was holding you on a tight leash. Miguel grabbed your jaw and innocently asked, "Won't you help with this, Cariño?" referring to the bulge in his boxers that was now generating a wet area from his excitement at having you beg under him.

You had lost all reasonable thought, and your mind had just become mush with desire, need, and Miguel. You pulled his boxers with trembling hands and saw as his dick sprung to life, completely erect and dripping little drops of transparent cream. "Well, don't just sit there and look, " he was huge and thick. Why don't you have taste, Mi Amor?" Inching your face closer and closer till you were kissing the base of his dick, he said. You put out your tongue and gave him a lengthy lick that ended with you kissing his tip. Taking him into your mouth and circling his dick with your tongue. Miguel groaned and buckled his hip.

"Ahh~ No, Y/n, don't use your hands." Show me how you like to be pleased." He stated. You followed his instructions with tears in your eyes. Your right hand squeezed your right breast and pinched your nipple. Your left hand instantly found your sex, easily locating the little bundle of nerves. You were drooling and feeling a knot form in your gut as Miguel drove into you, circling your clit with great yearning. The quicker you continued moving, the faster he pushed into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, and the knot got tighter and tighter until it eventually snapped and you came. Miguel followed with one more powerful thrust and let in out onto awaiting your tongue.

Your eyes were half-closed from crying and coming down from your high. He grabbed your limp body and carried you to his hair. He sat down on it with you in his arms, and you sat tiredly on his lap, staring at him. His second hand came to assault your already mistreated clit as his thick fingers tenderly touched your entrance, accumulating your fluids. You shuddered as if lightning had shot up your spine. "Noo…I can't, s'too much," you moan, struggling to break free from his grip. He cradled you in his arms and whispered into your ear, " Shhh… Won't you be a good girl and take it, Mi Amor? I'll give you the reward shortly."

He shoved his fingers inside you, thrusting them in and out of you. He placed your clit in between his pointer and middle finger, giving it a small pressure, and made your back arch and lips drop open in a hushed moan/scream as your sinful song resonated through the room. You're not sure if it was your extremely sensitive sex or Miguel's deft manipulation of your climax. He drew his hand away from your sex, wet threads stuck to his fingertips. His lustful eyes locked onto yours as he licked each finger clean on his tongue.

They came out again as he wrapped your creamy thighs around his waist and you bucked against him frantically. You can hear him chuckle at your brattiness. "Patience~," he sang, kissing your lips lightly. He elevated your hips to the point where your sex was aligned with his dick. " Miguel… i-I won't fit," you whimpered as he forced you down onto his tip. He sank you into his dick, your cervix, and his pelvis joining as he pulled your face onto his palm and tilted it to the side to give you a deep passionate kiss. You moaned into his lips, and he swallowed them all. His hand let go of your jaw and came to a stop at your throat, wrapping his hand around it and giving it a light squeezed.

You were so full, and you could feel his dick imprint in your stomach, that it made your toes curl as all the ecstasy rushed over you. "mm, am going to fill up so much-nnn- you won't be able to think of anything but my dick." His cock twitched when your wall flapped slightly. Your moans became louder and louder, and you couldn't stop yourself from being engrossed in the sensation. A conversation could be heard getting closer to the door, as could footsteps. Miguel covered your lips with his palm to keep you silent.

"Shh~, you wouldn't want people watching you get slit on my dick-nnn- would you?" He breathed and thrust into you, your walls tightening at the notion of being observed while Miguel Fucks you stupid. The approaching footsteps came to a complete halt in front of the door, but the person's conversation continued. Your wall fluttered as much as your heart pounded in your chest. Miguel continued to pound into you, his dick digging deeper till it kissed the entrance of your womb. The prospect of being caught and Miguel furiously thrusting into you shattered your already frail strand of sanity, causing you to come undone on his dick.

Miguel continued to push into you while you babbled nonsense until he totally emptied out on you with one final thrust that kissed your womb. keeping you seated nicely on his dick, milking him out to the last drop "That's it, you took it like a good girl, Que Hermosa." He spoke into your ear. Miguel helped you put your clothes back on after pulling you from his lap. " Hermosa, go to your room and rest." "I'll be there soon," he said as he kissed you goodbye and sent you on your way. Hobie greeted you as the door opened. "I was waiting for you." He said.

" What happened to you?" He questioned. "Huh?" You replied out of it, gradually descending from your high. "You look like you've been crying." He stated. "Oh, yeah… But don't worry, Miguel helped me; he said he would help me." You told him, still feeling the heat radiate from your face. You started walking, only to slip and almost fall. "Are you sure you're all right?" he worriedly questioned. " I'm just tired." "Could you help me to my room?" you said shyly.

He merely chuckled as he took your arm and placed it over his shoulder and assisted you in walking to your room. When you arrived, you tiredly thanked him. "Not a problem." He stated this as he walked back to his room, waving to you over his shoulder. You were so exhausted that as soon as you got into bed, you fell asleep. Unaware of the glowing red eyes, that were possessively watching you as you slept not long after you came to your room.

" 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝖄/𝖓, 𝕽𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙," Miguel said to your sleeping figure.

𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖑, 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊, anyways by the time ya'll are reading this it will be July 9th one day before my b-day, enjoy. 𝕻𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖙🦇

𝕺𝖍, 𝕺𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖐 𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖔, 𝕭𝖞𝖊🦇

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pavitrsgirl · 10 months

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dancing in the rain ─ pavitr prabhakar

sum. pav doesn't let a little rain ruin your date. wc. 0.4k warnings. n/a. a/n. i have such hatred for writers block... but i'm back kinda. also if anyone wants to help a girl out with how to format her little posts and make them look pretty... hmu

"it's just gonna drizzle then stop, you'll see."

you had yet to see, hiding further back under the protection of the cafe's awning, the rain only pouring down harder as the seconds passed.

a frown rested itself upon your face as you sighed.

the one day you and pavitr found time in your schedules to go out together on an actual date, one you spent so long planning, ruined because of some silly rain.

"-rain's not gonna stop."

speaking of pavitr- he spoke up, reading off the news on his phone before putting it away, "we really should've checked the weather beforehand, huh?"

he snorted and shook his head, nudging you playfully, only to receive a small 'yeah' in response.

now was when he turned and got a good look at your dejected expression, a terrible contrast to the cheery you wore before the water came.

"honey, you okay?"

"yeah 'm fine, it's just..." you sniff, "i was really looking forward to today an-and who knows when we'll both be available to go out like this again. i'm so busy with school and work and you are too.."

you weren't sure why this had you so emotional, it's not like you guys never saw each other, that was quite frequently actually.

maybe it was just the hard work that went into it and the hope of spending some quality time together outside each other's houses or classes...

pavitr frowned, matching your own face as you turned away from him, suddenly embarrassed as you rubbed at your glossy eyes.

"sorry, pav."

he looked from you to the rain, his brows furrowing together in thought and as if a light bulb went off in his head, and in a quick move, he ran out into the rain, surprising you.

"pav!"

"we are not gonna let some water ruin our day,"

he refused to let that happen, refused to the weather ruin your day, the date, and most importantly, make his precious beloved upset.

it was like out of a movie scene, some sort of cheesy romcom, as the water continued to pour down and soak him, his hair falling flat on his head and obscuring some of his sight, hand extending towards you, the dopiest grin on his face.

"dance with me?"

you stared for a few seconds, astonished at how good pavitr looked despite it all, cheeks slowly flushing as your hand hesistantly reached out to his.

"what if we get si-"

he pulled you into the rain with him, cutting off your sentence as the cold rain and pavitr's beaming face embraced you, not helping the grin that overcame your own face.

taking your other hand in his, he spun you around into his chest before back out, short giggles turning into cheerful laughter as he continued to spin you around, performing silly dance moves just to hear your laughter more.

#pavitr prabhakar #across the spiderverse #pavitr x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr my beloved #atsv pavitr #pavitrsgirl #spider-man: across the spider-verse #spiderman across the spiderverse #indian spiderman x reader #spiderman india x reader

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daydreaming-en-pointe · 5 months

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⌦ .｡ guys, the desis are at it again… .:*♡

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x fem!Indian!Reader (Platonic!!) (Gwen, Miles and Hobie are there too)

Type: Oneshot - Fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Usage of Hindi ig? (It’s all translated dw) Some cussing, Indian-British jokes and I think that’s it

A/N: I had this in my drafts for a while and only finished it now after eating the spiciest samosa I have ever had in my life so yay :D

I know it makes more sense for Pavi to be a strictly vegetarian Hindu considering how he got his powers, but here he eats chicken and mutton because some of the spiciest Indian dishes I’ve ever tried have meat in them (COUGH COUGH LAAL MAAS)

Also uh I hc that Pavitr’s middle name is Bhim after his uncle bc yk Peter has Benjamin so he has Bhim

“How the hell are you doing this?!”

Gwen forfeited by chugging a glass of water after a bite of the biriyani, joining Miles on the couch where he was still wheezing slightly, his eyes watering and throat burning from the spice.

“They’re bloody insane, Gwendy. They’re Indian and they ‘ave a spice tolerance that could put dragons to shame. Wha’ d’ya expect?” Hobie, sprawled precariously on the edge of the sofa arm, stole a piece from the bowl of butter chicken that lay forgotten on the side, gleefully watching you two. He had done the smart thing and quit fairly early into the round, before the food actually got spicy.

You faced off from Pavitr across the coffee table, sitting cross-legged and eating a bowl of the spiciest biriyani you both had ever tasted. You could see small tears pricking the corner of his eyes. You were almost tempted to call him a coward, but you figured that wouldn’t go so well since you could feel your eyes watering too.

See, if he hadn’t challenged you to a spice-tolerance taste test contest then this wouldn’t be happening. He could’ve kept quiet while you accidentally choked on a samosa and not assumed it was from the spice level (which wasn’t even that high), but noooo. He had to make a comment about how he could take more spice than you could.

So, technically, this whole thing was his fault.

And that was why you both were kneeling at a coffee table in Maya Aunty’s house, stuffing your faces with the spiciest foods you could find. So far, you had gotten through Maya Aunty’s saag paneer and dal makhani without any rice, which would have been a feat in itself… to anyone less competitive.

Hell, you had even gotten through dhansak and vindaloo without batting an eyelid, much less reaching for a glass of water. But for some reason a single bowl of this damn mutton biriyani was making both of you sniffle like sick kittens.

“Didi, I’m going chutney you,” Pavitr gritted his teeth and forced down another bite of the biriyani. You copied his movements, feeling the masala burn in your throat as you swallowed. (Didi means sister, usually a term of respect for someone you consider a sister and they’re older than you)

“Hei bhaghvaan, apni chachi ne ismain kya rakha?” (Oh God, what did your aunt put in this?) You coughed slightly and Pavitr dropped his forehead onto the table, groaning slightly like he was dying. Which, in all honesty, didn’t feel that far from the truth.

“I don’t know! All I know is that biriyani isn’t supposed to be this spicy!”

“‘Ey, Miles. ‘Ow much you wanna bet that Pavitr folds first? ‘E’s practically turnin’ red, isn’t ‘e - y’alright, bruv?” Hobie smirked down at you both, his border flickering. You snorted in amusent then immediately regretted it since some of the masala was now caught in your nose and oh, good grief, you could feel it burning.

Pavitr glared up at him. “You’re one to talk, Hobes. Didn’t you quit when we just started off? Arre, poor little Britisher couldn’t take the heat? Angrezi log ham jaise masale nahi kha sakhte.” (English/British people can’t eat spices like we can)

Hobie raised an eyebrow as Pavitr bit down on a green chilli that had been mixed into the rice and doubled over, tears streaming out of his eyes.

“Maybe it’s best if you call it a draw? I mean-” Miles shut his mouth quickly when you turned to glare at him.

“I’m not stopping till Pavitr Bhim Prabhakar admits that I can eat more spice than him.” You emphasised his middle and last name, narrowing your eyes as Pavitr weakly flipped you off without lifting his head.

Hobie chuckled softly. “Fuckin’ ‘ell, Pavi, she’s bringin’ in the full name. Take it from me, mate, you’re screwed when she does tha’.”

“Shut up before I use your full name,” You warned, turning your wrathful gaze on him. “We both know you wouldn’t want me to do that.”

His eyes widened and he mimed zipping his lips and tossing the key away. Miles looked at you curiously, tilting his head to the side. “Wait, what’s Hobie’s full name?”

“Funny you should ask, Kilometer Morality,” Pavitr muttered under his breath, his forehead still resting on the table. You had learnt about half an hour ago that when Pavitr got a spice overload he tended to make random “snarky” quips which usually didn’t make any sense.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go get some ice cream for when this thing blows up,” Gwen got up from the couch, giving Pavitr a sympathetic pat on the shoulder and moving to the kitchen.

“Wimp,” You muttered to Pavitr as a tear rolled down your cheek. Forget burning, your tongue was almost going numb from the sheer amount of masala that you were trying to ingest.

“Weakling,” He countered as a bead of sweat trailed down the side of his forehead. You shovelled another spoon of the biriyani into your mouth, relief flooding you as the spoon hit the bottom of the bowl. Good, you had almost finished. But would you make it that far?

Pavitr tentatively took a bite and immediately choked, giving in and reaching for one of the two bowls of curd sitting appetisingly in the centre of the table. He was essentially tapping out.

You threw your arms in the air triumphantly, almost giddy with victory. Actually, maybe that was from the spice. Yep, definitely the spice.

You downed the bowl of curd, letting out a long sigh of relief as the cold, thick liquid dowsed your tongue and took the initial edge of the buildup of spice away. Gwen returned just in time to see Pavitr and you lapping at the curd as if you were a pair of stray cats, like the ones you both faithfully fed and played with.

“I take it you won?” She asked you, her eyes sparkling a little bit in amusement as she saw Pavitr drop his head down onto the table the moment he properly realised that he had lost. She slid two cups of vanilla ice cream to you. A little basic, maybe, but still good and definitely a relief to your mouth.

“Barely,” You admitted, taking a small spoon from her. “Arre, Pavi. Don’t feel bad. Hum donon ne apana sarvashreshth prayaas kiya, naa? C’mon, sit up.” (We both tried our best, right?)

“Haan, Didi,” He grumbled sulkily, lifting his chin as you fed him the ice cream from his bowl. (Haan just means yes)

“Let’s do something else. Should we get Hobie to pronounce the names of these foods?”

“Oh, sure, throw the British guy under the bus,” Hobie protested, but a fond smile was tugging at the corner of his mouth as Pavitr chuckled softly.

“To be fair, you are in Mumbattan right now,” You pointed out, and Hobie heaved an exaggerated sigh, a grin already forming on his mouth as he prepared to butcher the pronunciations on purpose to get a reaction out of you and cheer up Pavitr.

“Fair enough. Alrigh’… That’s, uh… that’s sag panner, and that’s…”

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