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A leche hobbies update:
Update on knitting adventures: almost done with a scarf I started 🤔 dropped stitches everywhere but it really helps with my adhd to have something in my hands to play with while feeling like I’m working towards something! Don’t think I’ll show it off though LMAO, it’s ugly as a scarf but I like it as a “baby’s first scarf” to look back on when I get better. And it’s warm :)!
Other thing: picked up a sewing machine from the good will and still in really great shape and working! Its old and has character and I love it HAH. I’m learning from my abuelita on her own machine. It’d be great to combine this and knitting to make essentials and to repair clothes that really need it.
Drawing/not really a hobby it’s my “Jobby”: sorry for being a lil slow on updates! I got a little bit of burnout and I really want to finish summers commissions so I can clear my schedule more. I’m just about done so I’m no longer chipping on three projects at a time between my full time job oof-but do know they are being worked on. I’ve got adoptables on the way and sketching the next ask-n update! I’ve also been keeping an eye on other places to post like insta and bluesky but I feel like I need to like…observe? Some more? Before committing and learning whole new platforms and posting schedules bleh.
I got other projects in the pipeline, one including a pmd thing, more Paldea headcanons and what not and some certain purple psychic cat things returning. But all in due time! Can’t overwhelm myself : 0
And a little bit of a rant or ramble about perhaps dropping a longtime hobby I’ve had and feeling sad about it beneath the cut ;( but if you’ve read this far thanks! Love ya’ll for supporting me!
I think a handful of you? Know I roleplay on this platform and have for a good seven? Eight? Years. It’s fun, a lot of my ideas and headcanons and art I’m known for were actually jump started by some random thread or idea from between my rp partners and what not. The Mewtwo blog, ask-n, scarlet turo and etc etc were old muses or ideas that turned into their own thing. It’s always been so easy to write and collaborate your ideas with the rp community you’re in and it becomes it’s whole big thing!
But I know it hasn’t always been the healthiest hobby for me after awhile but esp when I want to focus on content creation as a job that I’m really into. I no longer have the time to maintain plots and characters despite being so determined to stick to it. It’s becoming more of a distraction of just scrolling down the rp dashboard out of FOMO more then anything and heck I can’t even see most of it as a lot of events and verses and etc I blacklist to attempt to curb anxiety and distractions which haven’t been working lately 🤔 I still get lots of anxiety.
That and the community’s changed really. I know every old rper has typed their piece on “back in the good old days-“, leaves their blog and doesn’t give any useful advice or attempt to change the narrative lol. I don’t want to do that.
And it’s not the communities fault either. It’s natural for spaces to change to help new ideas and new people come in. It just means maybe it’s no longer meant for me and that’s okay. If anything it’s more how my friends I’ve been with for all my time there have left or are leaving. There’s a disconnect I can’t seem to get over no matter what new muse or idea I promote esp when I’m no longer comfortable in the space I enjoyed for so long. I never had to block so many things before and again not the communities fault and none of the things I’m blocking are unsavory, it’s more like my tastes and likes and dislikes and what I have spoons for have just become different over so long. It’s totally a me thing.
It’s in my mind that maybe it’s okay to let it go since I’m getting so hyped for my newer hobbies and the ideas I have for my art/comics. I don’t have the time anymore to dedicate so much energy on it like I use to esp when even over all my work Im still figuring out my adhd after getting diagnosed officially, new meds, the other mental diagnosis that makes the mental soup in my head alongside other life stuff.
I owe rp in general for helping me get that creative spark and through a lot of tough, long dark times. It’s provided me with the escapism and outlet since like, forever. I started rping in ye old Neopet neomail days and haven’t stopped since besides the occasional period that didn’t last long. Who knows maybe this is just a rut and I’ll feel better tomorrow or next week or something. Could be the change of seasons where my seasonal depression kicks in but I’m not quitting yet but it’s somewhere in the funky mind palace as I navigate this weird patch.
Thanks if you’ve read my ramblings this far! I wish there was a way to reward peeps who read through my long jargon? It just feels good to know I can scream into the void and sometimes I’ll have one or two people nod at me in understanding. Idk, I’ll think of something—
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y'all would not believe the insane birthday I had lmao.
#insane as in. my ex gf dropped in uninvited to my birthday and we had lunch together and she did my mehendi#and my parents tried to invite my ex fwb to the same lunch and she very nearly did come#and then me and said ex talked for a couple hours on the phone and then texted for a while#p#on the plus side I got new shoes gold earrings clothes headphones etc & my friend sent me apple pie and tres leches cake that he'd ordered<
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its more likely than you think
#tres leches meme#polyamory memes#spanish language memes#description in alt text#poly memes#I hope you all get the other meme reference its one of my favorites
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it me Birthday
#[ ;text ]#a bit of a weird feeling birthday since like. grandma possibly won't make it? dad went up to see her so he's not here today#and we food celebrated yesterday with real good enchiladas and home made tres leches cake
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just saw a really pretty art of kaveh and my hispanic ass brain immediately went "ay kavecito" .....which sounds a lot like cafecito... and i can no longer unhear/unread that now
i don't drink coffee, but i'll enjoy me some kavecito any day-
#café#aerin.txt#shitpost#kaveh#mi kavecito con leche <3#hsjdjfjf lmfao why am i like this-#inn4 someone yells abt names or whatnot.. it's just me talking abt how the spanish side of my brain misread smth.. pls#eternally stressed bc of this fandom and never knowing what they'll nitpick next fr#cause there's stuff i get. but some of the fandom (mainly twt) just like to witch-hunt everything and it gets so tiring fr.#always feel like i have to prefice everything by explaining the jokes and shit just to not get dxx'd... making me feel like bootleg cyno#anyway that aside.. i kinda like the dumbass lil nickname#like he's the energetic one to someone calmer and is like their hehe.. cute#prob has absolutely nothing to do with his name ofc bc it's an entirely different culture/name origin etc etc#but it's latched on now so im just gonna ride this one out. kaveh will prob be another pretty boy i obsess over here and there lbr#aerinposting#genshins1mpact#unnecessary wall of tags/text#that I'll prob just end up deleting later anyway 😪🤙#trying so hard not to fall asleep at work today fr.. long ass fuckin week 😩
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obsessed with the amount of food in pokemon sv. they GOT IT.
#im going to make food reviews actually#me texting the gc every time i go into a store: TIENEN BRAVAS. ARROZ CON LECHE !!!!!!!!#mar's midnight rambles#svposting
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i will NOT be afraid to express my true opinions anymore 😭 (dulce de leche is better than nutella)
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My parents gifted me "El Vaso de Leche" by Manuel Rojas. 24 pages only, and somehow, I cried.
#I was. not ready#I read books#❤️#el vaso de leche#text post#manuel rojas#Spanish#spanish literature#chile
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Ik its just to get u to spend money but bro duolingo will give u like 5 hearts to do some stupid fucking sentence building and 1 heart for conversation building and its so annoying like can it be vice versa. I dont need to know how to say The Man Drinks Milk in spanish. Give me 1 heart for that. Its easy. But making me wait FOUR HOURS for my hearts to refresh cause i got buenos dias and buenos noches mixed up? And you only gave me 1 heart? Im going to kill you. Im so serious aboutbthis.
#text#at least i can say el hombre bebe leche ☺️ im sure ill use that sentence a lot!#yo como manzanas! as people often say!
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On this episode of TIP fights The Food Anxiety.....
I am eating the cauliflower rice I froze. It has eggs in it. Eggs are the opposite of a safe food. But what must be done must be done!
Godspeed to me!
#TIP speaks#Yeah I don't talk about this like at all but#The Food Anxiety has been bad lately#I may even convince myself to eat the frozen arroz con leche#It's cool I already texted my mom and had her reassure me
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Hot
HOt
HOT
Im the epitome of curdled milk left in the sun, I step outside and I turn absolutely sour
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8月、大阪で兄の結婚式がありました。
前日に仕事を終えてそのまま、夏休みの子供たちに混じって新幹線に乗りこみました。
兄は元々東京で仕事をしていましたが、転勤で大阪へ移り住んでからというものすっかり関西の文化が気にいって
「俺はここで生きていく」と言って向こうで奥さんを見つけ結婚したのです。
兄はわたしと脳のつくりも性格も真逆で、なんでもリーダーを買って出るタイプなので
多くの友人や仕事仲間に祝福され、終始満面の笑みで花嫁さんより幸せそうだったのがなんだか可笑しくてよかったです。
一緒に着付けしてもらっている時に見た、鏡越しの母の黒留袖姿
天国のお母さんへ、という花嫁さんの手紙で号泣する叔母と従兄弟
思いがけず涙した、父親の謝辞など
なんだかいい結婚式でした。
この日に抱いた気持ちは、小袋成彬の「門出」という曲にすべて集約されている気がして
帰りの新幹線の中でもずっと聴いていました。
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かける言葉は特にない
まあ元気でいてほしい
深い愛の物語には栞をつけましょう
俺も長い一人暮らし
見ない間に親も老けたし
昔遊んだ空き地もないし
なぜか生きていることが懐かしい
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Random Gojo Headcanons
If yall want me to put any of these into a separate post to better fit your blog theme let me know. It’s just random thoughts rn.
Tw: NSFW below cut. MDNI. One of these mentions breeding qnd pregnancy kink, the other mentions that gojo is a service switch.
SFW Headcanons (Realistic)
He's canonically addicted to sweets so do not underestimate what he would do for a Klondike bar.
On a museum date he would giggle and point everytime he sees a naked statue.
Doesn’t sleep often but when he does he often has nightmares about his past. Never when you’re around.
Doesn't drink but is fluent in drunk and can often be found being a bad influence to intoxicated people at parties.
Hope you don't get embarrassed easily because he has no shame and there will be loads of PDA.
Doesn’t wear headphones for the same reason he doesn’t get drunk.
He would steal your clothes, then when you catch him wearing your stuff, he'd deny that they're yours. You can't really fight him about it because he honestly wears it better anyway.
If you’re shorter than him (he’s 6’3 so likely), he rests his chin on your head when he hugs you from behind.
Chronically late so you have to tell him things in advance.
He always wins competitive games so now he tends to stick to creativity oriented ones like Minecraft. From an artistic perspective he tends to suck at those.
Obscure/Crack Headcanons
He licks the icing off the oreos and puts them back in the package.
Snags bites of your food but complains if you eat his food.
To make up for stealing your clothes he'd order you a "smoking hot outfit" he saw online. But when it arrives it’s barbie doll sized.
Don’t worry, he also got you these really nice shoes. But when the shoes come in they're also barbie doll sized. He puts them on his fingers and walks them up your face.
When he grabs ass or gropes you anywhere he says honk honk or beep beep or something like that.
Still has the original flappy bird on his phone. He holds the high score. Could have gotten higher but he lost interest after a couple thousand.
He made a portrait of you out of macaroni art. You keep it at your job. Your coworkers often say how they wish their children were still in the cute art making stage.
His phone wallpaper is a picture of you naked with hot face emojis censoring your private bits.
His lock screen is you with the potato filter.
Keeps a plant because plants are often unpredictable so even he wouldn't get that right by default.
Had an Undertale phase. You know how Sans is lazy and puts forth no effort because he knows it’ll all just be reset by the player anyway? Gojo canonically doesn’t get involved in major conflicts or try to solve everything because he knows that when he dies it’ll all just revert back to the usual. Twinnem.
Actively played pokemon go when it came out and was definitely on team instinct. Probably trespassed in weird places tryna catch rare pokemon and was single handedly carrying team instinct in his region. (Arguments could be made for team Mystic)
NSFW headcanons (realistic)
Bros the type to beg for sex in public then giggle loudly when you're trying not to get caught in the public bathroom
Since he's kinda just the best at everything, he's been worshipped his whole life, so praise would just go over his head. But degrading him? Using power play to humiliate him or make him seem inadequate in some way? Works wonders.
He would send you really explicit texts and get you all hot and bothered only for it to turn out that he was talking about tres leches cake.
Playfully mocks you for not being able to keep up with his stamina.
While he may have infinite cursed energy, he has a limit to his physical stamina and does eventually get tired after going too many rounds.
Believes that the future rides on the youth, so heavy on the breeding kink and pregnancy kink. Wants kids so if you'll allow it best believe this man is not pulling out.
Obscure/Crack NSFW Headcanons
As a service switch he's more than willing to make up for outperforming you by servicing you on demand. It doesn't matter where or when you're horny, he's all yours.
He gets even more turned on when you push him past his limits to use him like a toy.
Says he wants to bring "a special friend" to bed but it's just a stray cat he found. (If you're allergic, it's a life sized cat plush.)
Answers the phone during sex and doesn't care how loud you are, will talk as if nothing else is going on
"Oh, I have to take this. Oi, Nanami. Yes, this is a good time. Hmm? Oh, nobody's hurt, that's just (Y/n). Say hi (Y/n)."
You'd think his favorite sex toy would be some type of gawk gawk 3000 but no, it's a fleshlight that glows in the dark.
Would love to be a rope bunny but he’s just too strong and always breaks the restraints when he gets excited.
He’ll still want to be tied up if only for aesthetics. Maybe you’ll find curse imbued cuffs on the dark web or something.
#gojo satoru#jjk gojo#gojo x reader#gojo fluff#gojo smut#jjk headcanons#jujutsu kaisen#jjk crack#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jujutsu kaisen gojo#satoru gojo
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aita for being extremely pissed at my friends for not saying happy birthday to me
so my(minor) birthday was several weeks ago and i notoriously despise my birthday a lot. this year i went out to lunch with my family which wasn't really something i wanted to do and there was no cake which really fucked me up bc literally the only thing i look forward to on my birthday is cake. and there was none.
right after we left the family lunch my mom drove us to a cake place (which was closed) to get a tres leches cake. and that drove me off the edge because i have told my mother extensively that i absolutely hate tres leches cake but as per usual she ignored me. so no cake and i might end up having to buy myself a cake with my limited money.
the day right after my birthday was the day we came back from winter break and i expected for atleast one person to say happy birthday to me but there was no one. and its not like my friends don't know my birthday (i tell people like a month in advance) the only person to even tell me was my friend but only after i mentioned that my bday was the day before. this absolutely destroyed me bc i would've atleast like some acknowledgement for the consistent worst day of my life. i have all of their birthdays in my calendar and i will text them happy birthday when the clock strikes midnight and tell them in person at school so is it so wrong of me to have expected the same for me? it didn't even have to be in person a text would've been just fine
so since then i've been snappy and mean at them. i'm a pretty petty person and i hold grudges but i really gotta know if it's justified for being a bitch after the literal worst day of my life
What are these acronyms?
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favorite crime. (Miles morales x reader)
For as long as Y/n and miles could remember they’ve known each other since they were children! Anytime Y/n needed comfort from her two parents constant arguing or miles was just far too stressed, you know they were with each other.
Everyone could see except them, that something was growing and they yearned for each other. That was until there was a shift and something became between them.
Every Sunday Y/n would come over for family dinner, bringing a meal she prepared with the happiest smile….it started with him missing the most important dinner.
“Hola, Mrs.Morales! How are you? I made arroz con leche for tonight, hope you like it!! Where’s miles?”
Rio’s face smiled any chance she could when she saw the way Y/n loved miles, he was always the first one she’d look for.
“Miles!…Miles!”
The mother put her head to her forehead sighing as silence was the only response to her calling.
“Ugh he must be asleep. Go get him please!”
Rio rushed the food to the table setting up her meal.
“Miles…”
Y/n walked in quietly to see an empty room and her whole demeanor changed, for the first time Miles missed dinner.
“I-um miles isn’t here. Maybe he went to go grab something-“
“Miles?! He would never miss a Sunday dinner with you! Must be something super important, you know he wouldn’t do it on purpose hun-“
Jeff gave Y/n hope that, that’s all it was.
“Oh- Hi Mr.morales, you’re probably right!”
They all sat down and began eating their meal, although Y/n enjoyed the moment of calmness compared to her normal home…there was an ache in her heart that something was wrong. Even with all the spider duties Miles promised he’d never miss anything with her.
Those promises were broken. The closer miles got to Gwen, the farther Y/n came to mind. The poor girl would come home soaking wet after waiting for miles at the places he told her to meet him at. All Y/n could do was text him and hope for the best, it was harder to talk to him nowadays. When they did hangout Miles couldn’t be any more distant than he already was.
At least In those small changes when they hung out there wasn’t a deep sadness, maybe boredness from Y/n not being Gwen…but now Miles was hard to hangout with, something was clearly always on his mind and bothering him. It hurt Y/n to see him so frustrated, sad and quiet…so she finally asked him.
“Miles what’s wrong? Is it the spider stuff? You haven’t seemed as happy..”
The boy looked up with a surprised face, it had been so long since they had a genuine conversation that he forgot Y/n knew him like the back of his hand.
“It’s just- ugh it’s Gwen. She’s gone now. I miss her, I need her.”
Y/n’s heart broke hearing the words and behavior miles used to do for her, complain about missing Y/n to his mother. He used to always miss Y/n. However, Y/n was far too kind to deny his clear emotions of frustration right now so she passed a smile.
“It’s ok miles, if she left it’s just because she returned to her world. That’s ok if it means she’s happier.”
Her own words hurt her, she loved miles so much…if he were the rain she would never open an umbrella. Instead, she’d lie down on the concrete and enjoy every drop that laid on her skin, she’d drown there even if it meant drowning in him.
“What? No. She’s the happiest she ever was here! You don’t know her! You don’t get it.”
Y/n’s eyes widened at the anger and yelling Miles was now putting towards her, Y/n was the only one miles could talk about Gwen with and she didn’t get it, not the way he wanted her to.
“Miles..you don’t have to yell I- I do get it! I see it. You’re displaying exactly how you feel for me to know all of it-“
“Just be quiet and go Y/n.”
Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed and tears built up when she turned around to grab her backpack. No matter how upset miles was he never yelled and was never seriously mad at her. He was just so frustrated that it was Y/n there, not Gwen. Miles could feel the tension..he felt bad but not enough to apologize so when Y/n took one last look at him while he faced away from her she could feel her heartache and he could hear her rapid heartbeat, her hushed panic breaths, and the small tear falling onto her jacket..although it was very faint.
For some reason miles got a sense, a bad one…something to do with Y/n but he ignored it. What he didn’t know was that it meant their paths were changing…
!❤️💙!
Hope you like it! This is my first story about something other than avatar so it’s not the best, sorry about that! Love you guys though! Hope your doing good!
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sweet fillin'
paring: miles g. morales (e!42 miles) x fem!reader
content: swearing, slightly suggestive content?, fluff, baking, the reader is implied to know spanish, reader is mentioned to have curly/coily hair but besides that, no mentions of physical features, mentions of parents (mom) disliking miles, no use of “y/n”. lemme know if I should add anything !
summary: you were in the mood for making something sweet for your boyfriend. luckily, your parents were working late today.
"Treinta con sesenta-y-tres."
You slid your card on the small pin pad and waited till she handed you your receipt along with what you had bought. You took the dulce de leche bar from your bag as you walked out, the merengue playing inside staying behind as the door to the small bodega closed. You took a bite out of the treat, feeling light on your feet.
You add the flour to the large bowl before you. Singing along to your favorite playlist on the speaker, you add in all the other dry ingredients. When you back away to look for the eggs in the fridge your phone goes off. You see it light up on the counter before you turn back to the fridge and take out the box of eggs and set it next to your flour mix.
You check your phone to see it's a text from Miles.
mi rey ❤️
hey ma
u home?
me
yea
whats up
mi rey ❤️
i wanna see u
You couldn't help the giddy feeling rising up your chest.
me
my parents are working late
mi rey ❤️
omw
Your smile dropped slightly. Your parents weren't exactly fond of Miles. A lot of it had to do with his style choices. Your Mom never bothered to hide her distaste whenever he was around or brought up. Miles didn’t even know what to do with himself when she was near. There was no going over to each other’s houses after school and that also meant barely hanging out alone. The thought of her not accepting him no matter how much he tried to prove himself, it hurt, and you knew he felt hurt too.
You shook off the sad feeling and went back to the task at hand. You glanced at the bag set next to you. The cans of condensed and evaporated milk poked out of the small bag. You cracked 3 eggs into the bowl and smiled, filling your mind with the thought of him coming over.
You were spreading out the cake batter onto a baking pan when you heard a knock on the front door. You quickly finished pouring all the batter into the pan, lowering the volume of your music before heading towards the noise. Slightly panicking at the idea of your parents showing up early, you looked through the peephole. You grinned, seeing Miles standing outside. You opened the door for him, and he smiled before diving in to peck your lips, arms automatically wrapping around your waist.
“The hell you up to?” He asked, having noticed the patch of flour on your cheek.
“Guess.” You said, smiling up at him.
He hummed and looked behind you, past the kitchen island and spotted the materials spread out on the counter.
“Is it for me?”
“Maybe.” You teased.
You turned and headed back towards the kitchen, not letting go of his hand. He followed with the same grin on his face. You let go to preheat the oven before turning back to him and turning your music back up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, swaying to the music. He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face on your neck as if it was second nature, swaying along with you.
You hummed and pecked the skin of his neck the position exposed. He returned the favor, only he made it his mission to leave several tickling ones all over your neck. You giggled as he pushed you back to trap you against the kitchen island to continue his attack. He pulled back to set his temple against yours, glancing down at your eyes before looking down at your lips.
“‘Missed you, Ma.”
“You literally saw me yesterday night.”
“So?”
You roll your eyes before moving your hands to hold his face gently. You left several pecks on his plush lips before slowing down and giggling at his attempts at chasing after your lips after each one. You finally complied and kissed him and he hummed, happily kissing you back.
“I missed you too.” You said after you both pulled away.
The beeping coming from the stove indicated that the oven had already preheated. You reluctantly pulled away from the embrace to go place the loaded baking pan into the oven. The moment your back straightened from bending over the oven, you felt the comforting weight of his arms around you. He went back to nuzzling his face into your neck from behind, the high puff you had put your hair in tickling him a little. You reached back to massage his scalp.
“Can I have some now?”
“No, it’ll taste better if we leave it overnight.” You say, finishing up pouring the mixture of milk onto the poked sponge cage.
“Ion mind”
You sighed, turning to peck him on the cheek.
“I know you don’t but I don’t half-ass my shit. I haven't even prepared the heavy cream.”
You hear him suck his teeth. “I’mma have you then.” He mumbles into your neck, gently sucking on the skin there.
“Yeah right— Stop that, my mom sees that, and you won't hear from me for months.” You scolded.
“I'll put them where she won't see them.” He replied, sliding the strap of your cami off your shoulder and starting to leave a trail of kisses there.
“Jesus, Miles.”
He hummed in response.
You huffed but leaned back into his affection. He was going to be the death of you. Literally.
– BONUS SCENE
The breeze surrounding you two was tranquil as you sat on a bench. The yelling and bounces of a basketball from the court some feet behind you acting as background noise. Some little kids passed by rolling on their small bicycles. He had his head on your shoulder with a hand rubbing up and down your thigh.
You carefully placed the sealed container in his hands, making him sit up, before going to look in your bag for the plastic fork you had neatly wrapped into a napkin and placing it on the lid of the container.
You watched as he opened the container and unwrapped the fork, quickly diving into the dessert. He moaned and threw his head back at the taste.
“Is it good?”
“‘Swear to God if I don’t marry you.”
#e 42 miles morales x reader#miles g morales x reader#miles morales#black reader#prowler miles#across the spiderverse#atsv miles#atvs x reader#miles morales x you#miles morales x y/n#earth 42 prowler#earth 42 miles morales x reader#across the spiderverse fanfiction#prowler miles fanfic#miles morales x black!reader#miles morales x blk reader#miles morales x fem!reader
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