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all444miles · 9 months

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— JERSEY LUV PT.2

— pairing: e42!miles x blackcoded!fem!reader — genre: suggestive but fluff — summary: attractive things Miles does that makes you fold. — a/n: TY YALL FOR 500 OMG N HAPPY LATE BDAY TO MY MAN + WE BACK W A PT TWOOOO, i folded js as hard w this one so i hope yall do too!! i do have those two fics comin in, im js posting this to keep yall entertained! mwah, enjoy !!

part 1 part 3 !

MILES MORALES that's gets mad jealous, like, maddd jealous. When he's with others, he'll always call you "my girl" so that they know you're his girlfriend. He wont hesitate to kiss you in front of smb that thinks they have a chance. p.s, they don't.

MILES MORALES that cuddles for hours and won't let you leave unless your practically dying to go to the bathroom. If you try, he'll just hold you tighter.

"Nah amor, you gon stay right here." "Miles, I-" Nuh uh."

MILES MORALES who always has you sat on his lap. he's playing games? you on his lap. y'all talking? you on his lap. y'all making out? oh, you are most definitely on his lap.

speaking of making out..

MILES MORALES who has his hands all over you when you make out. there's no place it stays, your face, your neck, your hips, waist, thighs, its always there.

MILES MORALES who likes (and you do too) to have music play while yall kiss. summer walker, kehlani, he does not care. as long as its in your playlist and its slow, he's playing it.

MILES MORALES who invites you to go the gym with him. it dont matter if you actually work out or not, he just asks so he can have you there and watch him work out. he aint gon admit it though.

"ma! im bouta go to the gym, come wit me." "baby, you know ion work out." "ian ask if you wanted to. i just want you to be with me, so come onn." "you just want me to watch you, huh?" "..mami, im not bouta ask you twice, come with me."

MILES MORALES that will happily let you borrow his clothes, there's not even much of a point of trying to steal them because he's already handed them to you.

MILES MORALES who dances bachata with you in private. he's not too much of a public dancer, but when you to are in private, it's a whole different story.

MILES MORALES who will listen to you talk about anything becuase he adores your voice with all his heart. If it's something you like, he'll buy it for you, just as a reminder than he listens.

"Go on ma, keep talking to me, I'm all ears."

MILES MORALES who grabs your waist instead of saying excuse me because he knows you like it.

MILES MORALES who has most definitely graffitied a place with both y'alls initials on it.

"awwee, my man breaking the law for me." "you like it?" "love it."

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avatartophblindbanditbeifong · 11 months

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Miles Morales Headcanons

Miles Morales x Reader

557 words

In honor of Across the Spider-Verse releasing in theaters this Friday, I decided to come out of my cocoon and post some fluff about our beloved.

Hope you enjoy!

Late at night, after hours patrolling the city on a Saturday, Miles swings over to your apartment. It’s late, he knows that, but a little part of him hopes that you are awake and your window is unlocked so he can make up for the time lost between the two of you. It doesn't matter how heavy sleep is wearing on his body, Miles always climbs up to your bedroom window to check on you; to see if you're safe, before going home. With his fingers sticking onto the brick beside your window, he peaks through the curtains of your room to catch a glimpse of one of his favorite sights; your body snuggly curled up underneath your duvet covers sleeping soundly. Before he thiwps away, Miles pulls out his phone to send you a text that you'll be sure to see first thing in the morning. “Buenas noches, mi amor<3”

In the afternoons, Miles’ head nods as he goes in and out of sleep during lunch hour. Ganke is in the middle of a rant while you listen to him with faux understanding. If Miles were in front of anyone else, he would be considered rude to fall asleep in the middle of someone's conversation but, with you and Ganke being the only ones to know of Miles’ secret identity and what it entails, the two of you let it slide. You look at your boyfriend in his state of exhaustion. You slide your hand across the expanse of his broad shoulders and pull him into you; his head resting on your shoulder and nose tucked into your neck. For the rest of lunch, Miles finds his reprise in the warmth of your body.

Evenings when Miles just gets to be Miles are his favorite. Especially when those evenings are planned with you coming over to his apartment to have dinner with him and his family. With a knock on the front door, Miles starts out of his room to greet you with a sweet, soft kiss on the lips that causes him to blush before quietly letting you in. At the dining table, Miles watches you interact with his family like they're your very own. You and his mother gossip like sisters while you laugh at his father's jokes and embarrassing stories that make him want to melt into his chair. But, with all of the torment he endures for your entertainment, watching you interact with his family, the way you laugh with them, and connect with them; Miles can’t help but daydream about what dinners will be like when the two of you have a family of your own.

Early Monday mornings aren’t what they used to be for you. Waking up extra early to make the commute to Visions Academy was still very much in the plans for your morning routine. But, being up early now that you're with Miles means being able to take early morning swings with him before school starts. Miles would surprise you with your favorite breakfast sandwich and a kiss before he swung you both to school. Inside, hand in hand, Miles walks you to your first class, giving you a chaste kiss on the cheek goodbye. Before fully entering the classroom, you watch him sprint down the hallway to make it to his classroom before he’s marked tardy…again.

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crackedpumpkin · 1 year

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a/n: stay tuned for an upcoming Miles Morales fic! Check out the synopsis -> HERE!

It'll be released during the first week of May, so lmk if I should post it on tumblr or ao3, whichever is more accessible!

"Oooo, Y/n has a crushhhhh," Miles coos mockingly as you slam your locker door shut with a roll of your eyes. You begin to walk down the hallway with textbooks in hand, having passed Miles your candy bar to hold.

You ignore him, but that proves to be difficult as Miles, the annoying little shit he is, continues to make random guesses as to who you could possibly have feelings for.

"Is it Bill from Science class? What about Gary? I don't think he's a good fit for you though. Oooo, is it me?" Miles gasps dramatically with a playful smirk.

You stop in the hallway near your class, turning to face him with raised brows. "You wanna kiss me, wanna cuddle me, wanna hug me?" He mocks, pretending to be lovesick as he bats his eyes at you in a disgusting show of mimicry.

You sigh, hand propped on your hip as you take a step towards him. You take another, leaning in close and effectively shutting him up as your face nears his.

His eyes widen the closer you get, forgetting how to breathe. You smirk, leaning down and taking a bite out of the candy bar he holds as you tuck a lock of hair behind your ear.

You chew on the sweet treat, leaning back with a satisfied grin.

"Keep guessing, Morales."

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slut4sugu · 10 months

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— 𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋, 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐘 [𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜] 𝐄!𝟒𝟐 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬

Miles x Fem!Black reader

Including: miles scaring reader, comfort fluff, slight angst to fluff, bro I almost cried 3 times while writing this I can’t make this shit up bro

Genre: angst-fluff

🎸: 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐔𝐬- 𝐋𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐭. 𝐙𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐚

It was the weekend and you were hoping that you would be able to see miles if you stayed up long enough, you knew he hated the fact that you would stay up to such an ungodly hour just to see him check up on you, but you couldn’t help it this time. You haven’t seen him since early this week and you really missed him, FaceTime calls and texts helped but you wanted him. You wanted to feel his touch or his weirdly comforting dark presence, you wanted to know if he was okay- wait what time was it? You looked at your clock digital white clock to see it was almost 2 am. You quickly sat up and searched for your phone underneath the bedsheets before finding it, unlocking it only to find no new text messages from miles. Your heart sank, what if he was hurt? What if he got shot? What if he never comes home?

So many what-ifs ran through your mind you didn’t even feel the the tears that blurred your vision and ran down your cheeks, you grabbed the plushie that Miles had gotten for you on your birthday and held it close too your chest. It still smelt like him, tears streamed down your face as you worried for your boyfriends safety. You heard your heartbeat in your ears, only wanting to hear his to calm you down- “Ma?” Your head quickly shot up and looked to your window, “Miles?” You froze, just staring at him in the dark making out every feature you could to verify it indeed was our boyfriend, who climbed into your apartment and walked towards your side of the bed. “Why are you cryin? Did someone threaten you mami?” His tone serious as he cupped your face, wiping away your tears with his thumb. You slowly shook your head no, “I..I thought something happened to you. You didn’t text me it was late I thought-“ You couldn’t fathom the mere idea of miles being dead and broke down in tears. “Hey hey mami, I’m here. I got held up and had to take care of sum bullshit, but I’m sorry.” He sitting down on your bed, he lifted you into his lap. One arm going under your knees and the other one on your upper back, you instantly buried your face into the crook of his neck.

Your arms clinging onto him tight as your tears continued to fall, your body now leaning fully on him. The sight of you so broken and scared made miles rethink the idea of being the prowler, if it meant that there was a 50/50 chance of something like this happening again he wanted out. He hated seeing you like this. Miles’s hands now shifted one on your lower back, the other on the back of your head. “I’m sorry princesa,” He whispered into your ear, his tone soft as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. You looked up at him with happy and yet sad eyes before looking back down and nuzzling your head further into his neck. Then a hand that was gripping the collar loosened and went down to hug his torso, “Promise me something miles, please.” “Anything amor.” “Always keep me updated, I don’t want to assume th-that your-“ Your voice started to waver before miles shushed you and rubbed soothing circles into your waist with his thumb. “I promise, and that won’t ever fuckin happen ma.” You inhaled his scent, the smell of expensive cologne and rain making you feel safe. “Please stay the night.” You asked, your voice sounding small seeming as though you thought he would say he couldn’t “I will mi amor.” He pressed another kiss to your forehead and his grip on you tightened, “I won’t leave you alone.”

Miles knew he would get lectured for not reporting back to uncle Aron that night, but he didn’t care. At that moment at 2:23 am, all he could possibly care about is you. The angel he held in his arms.

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dangerouslyhis · 23 days

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⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ matching jordan’s, earth 42!miles morales.

“what’s with that shit on your feet?” miles pointed out with a weird expression on his face, as if he was utterly disgusted at the fact you were wearing your chucks. as you usually did.

you looked down at them, clearly seeing nothing wrong with them, then looked up at him again. “what, they’re my shoes.” you said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. miles, in reply, shook his head like a disappointed father like the sassy man he was.

“and what about the j’s i bought you?” he asked.

you furrowed your eyebrows, “well, what about ‘em?”

“mami, why aren’t you wearing the jordan’s? i literally bought them for us to match.”

you smile. how could you not?

“aw, you’re so cute today,” you chuckled. “you could’ve said that before you came to pick me up, y’know.” you told him, already taking off your chucks so you could wear the jordan’s he wanted you so bad to wear.

“yeah, yeah.” miles brushed it off, his cheeks growing a bit hot at what you said. “c’mon, the place might close soon.” he hurried you.

he took your hand in his once you were done putting them on. you kissed his cheek before you started walking into the busy streets of brooklyn.

and if you looked close enough, you could’ve seen the tiniest smile developing on the corner of his lips.

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luvjunie · 7 months

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hiii!!!

i was wondering if you can do some miles earth 1610 and earth 42 miles head canons if they were your older brother??

btw I love ur work <333

in which miles is your older brother and your favorite hobby is annoying the shit out of him

the brief mention of Jeff can be present or past, meaning this can be interpreted as 1610 or 42. don’t think it needs to be mentioned but y’all are siblings in this au so it’s obviously platonic lmfao

“Miles!” you sang delightfully on your way to his room, nearly skipping with the excitement of aggravating your older sibling. “Dear, sweet ‘ole brother of mine~”

“Nope, leave me alone.”

His voice, sounding just a tad deeper than it did last week, echoed from down the hall as you approached.

Miles was already up from his bed and on the way to close his door, but you somehow beat him there and leaned your shoulder against the frame. A proposition was eminent in your demeanor, and it made his top lip turn up in distaste.

“Hey Milesy. What’s up?”

He crossed his arms. “You stopped calling me that when you were six.”

Perhaps you were laying it on a little thick, but you’d already gotten this far, so you played on.

“And? Maybe… I’m feeling… nostalgic.” you shrugged.

“Spell nostalgic.” He challenged smugly.

“Anyways!” You abruptly changed the subject with a cheeky grin, the dissimilarity in your expressions comical. “Wanna do me a teeny-tiny favor?”

He couldn’t have shot you down faster.

“Absolutely not. I’d rather use the bathroom after Dad.”

You cringed at the thought. Was he that unwilling?

“Why not?”

“Are you crazy?” Miles gawked. “I got my door taken off the hinges the last time you asked for a ‘teeny-tiny favor’,” he quoted the words with his fingers. “Get somebody else to do it—“

“Wait!” You foiled his sudden attempt to shut his door by using your right foot to stop it— the foot in question, currently clad in a fuzzy, christmas themed sock.

It was the middle of April. But that wasn’t important.

Miles’ hazel eyes agitatedly narrowed at you between the small gap you’d managed to keep open. You both knew he could easily close his door if he really tried, but he didn’t want to hurt you. Though he was considering it.

“Pleaaaseee?” Hands clasped to accompany your begging, you whined at him in a tone that made him grimace.

“Y/n, what did I just say?” He grumbled. “No escuchas. (you don’t listen). It’s like you were born without ears or something.”

“You don’t even know what I’m going to ask you for!”

He shook his head, “I don’t need to!Knowing you, it’s something stupid.”

Making his way to the kitchen, Miles immediately recognized the scent on the hoodie you were wearing when he brushed past your shoulder.

It was the one you’d bought him last year as a birthday gift. He hadn’t noticed it was missing until now, and after it being in your possession for God knows how long, the remnants of his cologne were now drowned out by some tooty-fruity ass body spritz that had his head hurting.

“And stop wearing my clothes, dude. You always give ‘em back smelling like Victoria Body Works and argon oil. That’s if you even give them back.”

Yeah, ‘Victoria Body Works’ was definitely not a thing.

Hot on his heels like a cold that medicine just couldn’t kick, your brows pinched together while you accompanied him through the empty apartment on what you assumed was a search for food.

“It’s Victoria’s secret, dumbass. This how I know you ain’t got hoes.”

“Who?” Miles quirked a brow as he sifted through the snack cupboard for a box of something to demolish in an hour.

“You-“

“—Asked. Bozo.”

“Wow,” you scoffed, a deadpan look on your face when you went to rest your elbows on the granite counter top. “You’re actually ancient.”

Miles was only two years your senior, but he acted like an old head, and that was probably the fault of your Uncle Aaron. He’d spent more time with that man than he did in his own room, which was shocking to say the least.

Miles’ eyes lit up when he discovered a hidden gem tucked into a back corner. “Yo, you gonna eat these honeybuns?”

“You gonna do me a favor?” you shot back, head tilted with the confidence of your incredible advantage over him.

Miles kissed his teeth. He had an immense sweet tooth, and you of all people knew he could never deny sugar.

“Dude, this same box has been sitting in here since last month. Which I know personally, because mom sent me out to get them. Meaning your tubby-ass forgot about these at least two weeks ago!”

Your jaw dropped in shock. “I am not tubby!”

“Tubby is a mindset. Now can I have ‘em or nah?”

You paused to think. “Depends.”

“On?” he encouraged impatiently as you toyed with the hemming of your sleeve.

“When asked where I’m at, around…Let’s say,” you chewed on your thoughts. “Six pm tomorrow— and I know you’ll be asked— say I’m at Isabella’s.”

Miles gave you a skeptical look. “And where are you really gonna be?”

He doubted he wanted to know the specifics on why he needed to lie for you, but he thought to ask anyway. You were his little sister after all, at least one person needed to know where you were.

“Nunya.” you mumbled.

“It’s a boy, isn’t it?” Miles squinted, fingers pinching either side of the honey bun’s plastic in preparation to open it.

Rolling your lips under your teeth, you awkwardly shifted your position so your back was leaned on the counter instead, and spoke cautiously as you ogled the lifting of a few floorboards.

“Maybe… But we’re just gonna-“

“Alright, alright. I got you. I’on need details.” Miles scooped the entire box of his well-earned treats into the cradle of his arm, then reached the other over your head to close all the cupboards he’d previously opened.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

You stole the opportunity to trap Miles in a quick hug, tightly squeezing your arms around his torso on purpose because you knew how much it annoyed him. He never did grow out of being ticklish.

“Yeah, yeah. Move,” voice muffled as he was mid-bite, Miles separated you from him with two, rudely-stiff fingers to the middle of your forehead, then started back to the room he rarely left, somehow grabbing the entire jug of apple juice off the counter on his way.

He called out to you without turning back around.

“But if you not back by 9, I swear I’m snitching. I need my door, trust.”

Your face screwed into one of disgust at the implication. “Ewww bro, you’re gross!”

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l0starl · 4 months

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𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋

౨ৎ featuring - Miles 42 x reader

-> synopsis - Snow ball fight with miles!

꒰ 🥥 ꒱ؘ warnings - if your allergic to cursing, I guess don’t read 🤷🏾‍♀️

ᯤ Author’s note - New writing style + Have a merry Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanza, and a happy new year!!! And if you don’t celebrate those, I hope you have a nice day and spend time with family ^_^

You and your friends + miles all agreed to a snow ball fight, it was all fun and games till everyone started getting competitive…

Hiding behind a snow built wall, you peaked your head out to see if anyone was out in the open, yet there was no one in sigh-

“Shit!” Someone yelled, seems like they got ambushed

Peaking out your head once again to see who it was, to your surprise it was ganke, taking the walk of shame back into the house

Taking this chance to ambush the person who took out ganke, you paused before you made your move.

“Something’s off” You muttered to yourself, being high alert of your surroundings, But it was too late, footsteps approached rapidly, as their boots hit the snow below, as you turned around, miles was right behind you, ready to strike

“What’s good, mami?” Miles spoke in a mocking way

“Geez don’t scare me like that!” You huffed, crossing your arms

“So, you ready to accept defeat? There ain’t no where to run, unless you wanna end up like Ganke” He sneered

“I’m not gonna lose to you!” You scoffed as you throw snow at him

He grabbed your arm to halt you, “Nice try guapa, but it’s over” He smiled

You broke free from his grasp, sighing in frustration “If I’m gonna lose I might as well get a head start at running” You suggested

“Alright then, you’ve got 8 seconds, starting now” he replied

You lifted yourself as you sprinted, your boots hitting the snow with a soft faint hissing sound

You know your friends aren’t out yet, so maybe he’s saving you for last..?

You duck behind a tree, sure it’s not the smartest, but hey! You only had 8 secon-

A abrupt yelp snapped you right out your thoughts, you peak out from the tree, your friend Tasha got ambushed with snow near her snow fort

She went back inside the house with a scowl, though who could blame her?

All your friends are out, meaning…..

It’s just you..

But miles is no where to be seen, keeping your guard up, you move from your position near a snow fort Tasha built earlier

A familiar set of footsteps approached rapidly From behind you, though you didn’t get the chance to turn around

“Gotcha once again” Miles smiled

“Man this shit ain’t fair!” You hissed

“How about a 1v1 then? Whoever wins, gets the person anything they want, deal?” He suggested

”Deal!” You beamed

Grabbing the nearest snow, you just quickly roll it up to throw it at him

Miles being taken aback, not prepared for the attack, soon after fires back, but he ends up losing.

“Alright fine, you win!” He grabbed your arm forcing you to halt “There you win”

“That means you have to get me anything I want!” You cheered

“Alright, what do you want then?” Miles questioned

“Maybe hot Chocolate, you free tomorrow?” You responded

“Alright, bet!” He replied

‼️ Thanks for reading :3 Before you go! Check out the hot chocolate fic, basically the continuation of this ‼️

‼️ Hot chocolate fic ‼️

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ihrthobie · 9 months

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all for you baby (earth 42!miles x black!fem!reader)

Summary: Miles would do anything for you. Even if it is a bit inconvenient at times.

note: i will confess that this has happened to me before. i did in fact cry about it

Miles is obsessed with you, it's hardly a secret at this point. The way he looks at you, the subtle and not so subtle touches, the small gestures like pulling you away from the road and the surprise gifts from time to time. However you didn't really understand how far he'd go to make you happy.

It wasn't until you called him one night in tears about running out of hair for the hairstyle you were doing, barely getting out between sobs that you had somewhere to be the next morning and you couldn't go out looking the way you did. Truly every black girl's worst nightmare. When he finally calmed you down over the phone, he hung up and scoured the city for the nearest open beauty supply store for the hair you needed.

You, on the other hand, was still trying to figure out what to do with your hair. You were too far along in the process to take it all out and start again, and you couldn't just throw it all up in a ponytail and hope for the best. When a knock on your window was heard, you snapped around to see your boyfriend sitting on the fire escape.

"What are you doing here, Miles?" You question, opening the window for him to climb through.

"I brought you something ma," Miles responded as he climbed through the window, bag hanging from his fingertips as he stretched out his hand to offer you it.

He can only smile as your eyes light up when you realise he brought you more packs of hair as well as braiding gel.

Miles really would go above and beyond to make you happy and this was the first example of it.

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impeanutsstuff · 4 months

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Miles Morales x Reader.

Yk the Vibes More Smut

Miles groaned his toes curling as you skillfully stroked him your hand’s gliding from the tip to base. “Fuck princesa stop t-teasing, he said screwing his eyes shut. He bucked his hips matching the rhythm of your hands. You grinned loving the way he squirmed in your hands , the way the moans left his lips so gently but he was right , it was time to stop teasing. You crawled over him eyes locked on his face as you lined him up to your dripping wet center slowly sinking down. A small hiss left your lips as you watched Miles’ eyes pop open to meet yours a low groan leaning his mouth. You planted your hand on his chest and you slowly went up and down at first. Miles whimpered softly grabbing your waist helping you bounce faster, a steady stream of his groans filling the room whenever you came back down, the knot in his stomach tightening the way you rode him smoothly. And he could tell you were close to the way your thighs seemed to be crushing his waist now. “Let it go for me baby.” He said sending you over the edge, his climax right behind yours spilling his seed inside you.

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all444miles · 7 months

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— VAMP LOVE

— paring: e42!miles x fem!reader

— genre: fluff

— summary: halloween was just across the block, so why not start early and practice makeup on your boyfriend?

— a/n: YO WE SO CLOSE TO 1K AHH?? ilyasm ty !! also can we just imagine miles 42 w vamp makeup n blond braids/barrel braids for a sec.. 🤭🤭 this is kinda short bc im so sleepy but mostly this drabble is a bday gift to my pookie bestie aizie, so as long as she enjoys it idc + i hope you enjoy this when ya read it ! mwah, enjoyyy (*≧▽≦)

“MILES, QUIT MOVIN’, YOU’LL MESS UP THE FACE PAINT.”

it was the first day of october, and halloween wasn’t too far away, by your standards. And of course, a carti lover like yourself, decided to have a vamp theme. It just so happened that Miles suited that theme perfectly.

And that’s why you were on your boyfriend’s lap, makeup supplies on your counter, carefully applying black eyeliner around his eyes, Long Time Intro by Playboi Carti playing through the speakers placed in the corner of your room.

“I gotta blink, amor. Plus I cant really keep a straight face if you got your eyes on me like that.” he protested, trying his best to keep a straight face. “How do I look so far?”

“Trust the process, Miles! You look good, just lemme finish this oneee part then I’m done.” there wasn’t one part left. For you, you wanted to make sure everything looked right. Your lover, Miles, on the other hand, was eager to see the outcome. He just didn’t realise how tedious it was.

“Maa, ¿lo hiciste? He estado sentado en esta silla durante años, lo juro.” (Maa, you done? I’ve been sitting on this chair for ages, I swear.) Miles asked, practically almost falling asleep because of how slow you were doing his makeup.

You chuckled. “Miles, you’re so impatient, beauty takes timeee. I’m almost done, for real.”

After 5 minutes, you were actually done. You got off his lap, giddily grabbing a mirror to show him the result of your hard work. “It’s done! Do you like it?”

Miles looked into the mirror, turning to his side to see how it looked from different angles. A small smile grew on his face, “Wow, princesa, this looks fire. I love it, that long ass wait was worth it.”

You grinned at his compliment, pulling out your phone to take a picture of him so you could look at it later. Miles was not a fan of pictures, but for this occasion, he didn’t mind all too much. He walked closer to and gave you a kiss a the forehead, the stain leaving a mark.

“Do i gotta take this off? Because I kind of wanna keep this on.”

“Keep it on! I need to remember this moment for as long as possible.”

“You just think I look fine, don’t you?”

“Absolutely.”

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avatartophblindbanditbeifong · 11 months

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Bloody Knuckles and Palm Kisses

Miles Morales x Reader

1.4k words

Warnings: blood, bodily harm, crying, angst, Miles being stubborn, & reader being a patient Saint.

“Ow.”

Miles hissed again as you swiped the alcohol-soaked cotton ball across his bloody knuckles.

Miles was seated on your windowsill. A dozen cotton balls, once white but now turned red, scattered next to him while you stood in between his parted legs. You would have him sit on a more comfortable surface like your bed, but there was a strict ‘no outside clothes on the bed’ rule that your parents implemented, and it was one you instilled in Miles, especially when he came over in his beat up Spider-Man suit.

“Sorry.” you said quietly. You looked up from Miles’s hands, and for a second, you saw his sorrow.

It was a quarter to 1 a.m. when Miles abruptly landed on the fire escape outside to your window. Bang! The sound of his body colliding with the rustic metal sounded through your room.

Your body reacted to the sudden sound by jolting upward, prompting you to drop your phone onto your face. “Shit.” you thought. You hoped with everything you loved that your parents weren’t woken up by the noise coming from your room.

It wouldn’t be the first time they’ve checked in due to Miles’ inability to be stealthy.

You got out of your bed when you noticed Miles’ state. You swiftly padded over to the window, tucked your fingers under the metal and pushed it up quickly. Something about his body, he looked tangled in the position he landed in, the slight red smears across his skin glistened; the sounds he emitted were those of a wounded animal.

When you stepped outside, you were looking at Spider-Man, but all you could truly see was a beat-up teenager looking for solace in something familiar.

And that was you.

“Here,” You cupped your hands together, “give me the cotton balls.” Miles then picked up one scarlet ball and placed it in your palm.

Then another.

One. By. One.

He did this for each cotton ball.

Into the palms of your hands.

Until they were full.

Miles let out a deep sigh when you turned your back to him, throwing away the blood shed he wore on his body just moments ago into the trash bin. When you looked over your shoulder, Miles was slouched over, leaning on his knees with his head in his hands. His mask was abandoned on the windowsill next to him.

You made your way beside him. “You did good today, y’know.”

He scoffed.

You let out a deep breath. You knew no amount of assurance would help ease Miles’ disappointment.

“You did the best you could, baby.” He lifted his head, staring into your eyes.

“You weren’t there Y/n,” His eyes were half lidded and his eyebrows frowned; he looked tired. The slight downturn of his mouth made him look like the most grief-stricken boy in the world. “I was there, and I-” he swallowed. “I could’ve done more,” he picked up his mask and held it firmly, “I could’ve saved them all.” His voice was hoarse and tears formed in the waterline of his eyes.

“People lost their family; their friends tonight because of me, because I couldn’t get the job done.” Miles whispered that last part. He didn’t want to let you in on the habit of self deprecation he’d grown into.

“Miles, you can’t blame yourself for every mishap that happens in Brooklyn.” You caught the way he shook his head. “You can only go so far with what you can do. You're fourteen. You can’t protect everyone-”

“I can be both!” He interjected exasperatedly. “I’m Spider-Man,” he croaked. You shushed him as his voice grew louder.

Miles pushed himself off of the windowsill, standing up tall. You looked up at him; he really had grown a lot taller these past few months, you thought.

“You are both. But not saving every single person in need doesn’t make you any less of a hero.” You replied, but he wasn’t listening. Trying to talk to Miles when he was upset was like talking to a brick wall; nothing was going to get through.

“I’m supposed to be the protector of the city,” he continued. “A-and I just let two people die!”

You shushed him again. “Miles, please.”

He paused before saying, “Peter could’ve done it.” flatly; devoid of any emotion.

The atmosphere in your room was muted then. The lack of noise was so deafening you could hear the faint sound of ringing that introduced itself into your ears every once in a while.

Miles sighed, breaking the silence. He leaned against the wall, slowly descending until he came in contact with the floor. You looked down at him and positioned yourself down the wall next to him, sitting on your heels.

“Maybe.” his eyes snapped toward yours like magnets. “But you’re not Peter Parker, Miles. You can’t compare the success of one Spider-Man to the other because you both serve a different purpose. Sure, Peter could do things you can’t, but he wouldn’t be able to do the things you can. And that’s okay,” he wasn't looking at you anymore, you slid your palm slowly up the back of his shoulder. “Look at me Miles — you don’t have to be Peter Parker to be Spider-Man.”

That’s when the dam broke. Miles's shoulders dropped in ruin, and his bottom lip quivered. He took in a sharp inhale before letting out a breathless sob. Seeing Miles break down like this was a rare occurrence. Sure, you’d seen him cry many times, but this…

He wasn’t just sad, you knew this. He was angry. He was ashamed. He was crushed.

Even though Miles had been Brooklyn’s one and only Spider-Man for the past eleven months, he still felt inadequate about being “Spider-Man #2.” It pained you to see Miles, an otherwise upbeat boy, feel so dejected and helpless.

You smoothed the hand on his shoulder across the length of his back and pulled him into you. Right then, he melted like a puddle in your arms. You rested your chin on top of his curls and a thin line of tears welled up in the corner of your eyes.

You and Miles both sat there on your bedroom floor in each other’s embraces, crying silently for two completely different reasons.

“I should go.” He breathed, sitting up right and detaching himself from your hold. The weight of his body left you feeling a lot lighter. When you opened your eyes, they slowly adjusted to the clock on your nightstand; 1:30 a.m. it read.

Had forty-five minutes gone by that fast?

“Stay.” is all you said, and it was all that needed to be said for Miles to do so.

When you let go of him and made way to your closet. You walked back to Miles with an oversized hoodie that you secretly stole from him and a pair of your pajama pants in hand to give him. He thanked you and wandered toward your door. A chuckle bounced in your chest when you noticed the way he peeked out of the crack of your door to check for your parents before he slipped out to the bathroom.

When Miles entered your room, a lot more silent than he did nearly an hour ago, you giggled at the sight before you. Miles was engulfed in your shared clothes. The arms of the hoodie made his already long arms look like those of Slenderman and the pants dragged on the floor before him. Miles stood there with a tight-lipped smile before moving toward your bed where you had already taken place under your blankets.

Miles laid on his side, in the space you had given him. This moment was one of the few times that you and Miles lay in the same bed together. You wanted to lay your head on his chest, but that would be too awkward. So, you reached out and put your hand on top of Miles's. Then, he did something that shocked you; Miles took your hand into his and kissed the back of your palm. It was soft and sentimental, you thought. Miles held your hand in his and set it back down gently between the two of you.

“Thank you.” he whispered.

You felt the soothing gesture of his thumb rubbing against yours and before no time you were asleep and so was Miles. You knew he’d be gone before the sun rose to get back home before his parents woke up, but that didn’t matter. What did matter was that he was there with you.

Safe with your hand in his.

Him tenderly holding you throughout the night.

Although he’d be up and out of your window soon, Miles thought he had never slept so well than at that moment with you.

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crackedpumpkin · 1 year

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a/n: Content? No. Drabble? Yes. A quick announcement though!!

Blank Canvas, a Miles Morales x Reader fic will be posted on the 1st of Nay with regular updates, so keep an eye out for that! The premise can be found under #CPDrabbles :)

'Do you have an extra heart? Because mine was just stolen(by you).'

You giggle at the messy handwriting, glancing back up from your seat to see the cute barista smile at your reaction.

He looks away quickly, warm brown eyes focusing on the next customer in line. He writes down their name, handing it to his coworker and giving the customer his change.

You look down at the receipt in your hands, the discount he's given you glaringly obvious, especially for a Starbucks.

What was his name again...?

You squint slightly, giving a slight start when your eyes meet his. Your cheeks flush, embarrassed at being caught. However, he merely grins, casually moving his apron so that his name tag can be seen.

Miles Morales.

So that's his name. You kinda like it. You get up from your table, your friend raising a brow when you stride across the cafe to the now empty cashier.

"So, I heard you're in need of a heart- No, wait. That came out wrong." You wince as soon you start speaking, the corners of the barista's lips tilting upward into an amused grin.

"What I mean to say is," You start fumbling, arms tensing as you avert your gaze. Why had you even come up here again? And made a fool of yourself at the same time too?

You look back up, cheeks burning a dusty pink. "We should hangout sometime." You finish, heart thrumming in your chest as you wait for his response.

He nods his head slowly, clearly entertained by this entire exchange. "Yeah," He breathes out with a slight tilt of his head, "Yeah. I'd like that."

Your breath hitches in your throat, clearing it with a nod as you try to regain your composure. "So, Miles Morales," You lean over the counter slightly, handing your unlocked phone to him, keypad shining brightly on the screen. The name falls from your lips easily, liking the way it rolls off your tongue so smoothly.

"What's your number?"

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slut4sugu · 8 months

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LITTLE BALLERINA — 1610!MILES X FEM!BLACK READER

[᧔𐓪᧓] Including: Miles being a supportive bf, reader being a rich daddy’s girl, toothrotting fluff, miles being whipped asf for you, use of names: princesa., use of the n word, (I have no-/little to no knowledge abt ballet so pls bear w me 😭.) [᧔𐓪᧓] Summary: what it’s like dating miles as a ballet dancer !

Poor baby thinks your breaking your feet trying to dance at first, then once you show him the shoes and he finally understands.

Loves seeing you practice, thinks your just a pretty angel he had the pleasure of being able to even date you.

Gets scared of your father at first, his intense energy and staring at him made miles all the more intimidating. Once you too, a break from practice you went to help your poor boyfriend by telling your father to ease up on him. “Daddy he’s harmless! Please stop mean muggin my boyfriend.” (Miles made a bit of a face when you called him harmless but didn’t say anything about it lol.)

Sketches you when he stops by your training sessions, he’ll sit quietly while you do your thing even if it takes 2 hours he won’t disturb you. He’s too busy filling his pages up with his pretty girlfriend

Definitely asks hobie for advice on how to flirt with you (big brother hobie is cannon.)

Loves how you’re hair is always adorned with a bow every time he sees you.

Likes lacing up your pointe shoes for you <33

Adds you to his little spray paint wall

When he finally was able to come to your house, he almost got lost. Your butler showed him the way to your room up the grand staircase. Smiling when he saw you in your room wearing one of his hoodies he gave to you.

Seeing all the tiaras and trophies from what looked like beauty pageants was to be expected, you are breathtakingly beautiful.

So when your overprotective father’s voice was heard coming from a teddy bear telling miles to not try anything, he again wasn’t too surprised. Though you thought it was a little too much.

“Black niggas I swear- daddy please go back to work. We’re not gonna do anything!” You said in a cheery voice, walking over to your collection of stuffies and turning the light brown bear around. You let out a sigh as you heard miles snickering, “Your dad must be really intimidated by me princesa.” Turning around you gave your boyfriend a look with a smile smile tugging at your lips. “Sure bonito, my dad is intimidated by your—adorableness.” You tease walking up to miles, wrapping your arms around his neck kissing his cheek. The feeling of his pulling you for a hug warming your heart, “Definitely not adorable, but I’ll let it slide since it’s you.” You giggled as you closed your eyes. Enjoying the warm embrace from your lover boy.

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zairene · 10 months

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sigh, no thoughts. just wash day with earth 42!miles.

“ow! shit, n/n! that hurts!”

“maybe it wouldn’t hurt if you would just stop moving!”

miles had finally agreed for you to wash his hair after you pleading and begging him to. normally he wasn’t this stubborn, but he takes great pride in his hair. the only hands he’d ever let touch even a follicle of hair on his head was his mother and himself. however, he liked you enough to let you touch it as well.

that didn’t work out in his favor since he’s extremely tender-headed. he has never handled his hair as rough as you did, or that’s what he thought at least.

“ok i’m done. you can sit up now.” he sighed dramatically as he lifted his head up, letting his curly hair fall over his face. you giggled as drops of water came out of the strands. his face looked slightly annoyed since he had to endure so much pain. he is very dramatic, but he looked so cute while he was pouting.

“oh stop it. you know it didn’t hurt that bad.” your rolled your eyes while placing both of your hands on your hips. he crossed his arms and looking away from you. you kissed your teeth, pulling his face in for a kiss. you first kissed him on the cheek and then tried placing on his lips but he started pulling his face back. that made you pull away and glare at him.

he finally made eye contact with you and started to laugh. “ok, ok, i’m sorry. prometo que no lo volveré a hacer.” (i promise that i won’t do it again.) he grabbed your face back to his, placing kisses around your entire face. you surrender under his touch and wrap your arms around him. he wraps your arms around your figure and puts his chin on top of your head. you feel his chin lift up shortly after and you hear him start sniffing something.

“your hair stinks. you needa wash it.” you leave his arms and smack his chest playfully.

“no i don’t! stop playin’ with me miles, i just washed my hair two days ago.” he proceeded to cover his nose. “okay, i’m not gon’ finish your hair then. do it yourself.” you turned around and began to walk towards his room.

“aight, i do my own hair anyways!” he yelled after you.

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brbzonedout · 7 months

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Aaron asks Miles about you [part 1?]

summary: Aaron notices Miles talking to someone new and confronts him.

warnings: n-word (that's about it).

The loud engine of Aaron’s motorcycle roared in front of Miles’s school. Rio had asked him to drop of field trip permission forms that Miles forgot to grab that morning for the following Wednesday.

As he hopped off, students passed gawking at the sight of the sleek black matte finish on the bike.

Aaron made his way inside the school heading straight for the main office having been there a hundred times over.

He greeted the secretary with a three-finger wave as he walked towards the thin brunette woman sitting at the desk. While waiting for the lady to check the paper making sure everything is up to par Aaron scanned around the area being nosy as to what’s going on this the student and staff.

When scanning the hallway outside of the office door he noticed a boy with a familiar pair of braids and various pins on his backpack talking to someone in front of him.

Aaron raised an eyebrow surprised at the sight in front of him.

Miles was talking…

To a person…

Besides him or Rio…what the fuck is happening?

With a swift wave, Aaron dismissed himself from the office saying his goodbyes to the staff. He walked out of the door into the hall where the two kids were standing having a conversation he couldn’t quite make out.

While waiting for the conversation to end the man crossed his legs and leaned against the glass separating the office and the rest of the hall. After a minute or two of watching you two speak looked up to see him staring at you both.

As he caught your attention Aaron pointed to the boy in front of you signaling for you to tell him to turn around. Immediately understanding what he meant, you stopped Miles mid-conversation and gestured over to whom you assumed to be someone he knew.

With a roll of his eyes Miles turned around expecting it to be security telling them to get to the class but as he turned fully he mentally cursed himself.

The two of you met on the schools basketball court one day as you both had the idea to go after hours, later you came to realize you shared the same AP Language class.

You were the first person he enjoyed talking to after Jeffs's death a while back. He had even told his therapist about during a session. The only thing is he didn't tell Rio and Aaron. It's not that he didn't trust them but he knew exactly how they'd react with him finally putting himself out there again.

“You know him?” you asked curiously taking another look at the man. He waved and you waved back.

“Uh…yeah that's my uncle- I’ll hit you later ok? Ima go see what he wants.” the boy said walking backward trying to quickly end the conversation.

You tilted your head slightly confused why he was moving on so quickly but soon shrugged it off and made a mental note to check up on him later. As the boy walked away you said your goodbyes and went on your way.

Before you even got halfway down the hall Miles had already met Uncle Aaron at the office window.

“Hi,” he greeted the man clearly very flustered.

Aaron snorted and stood up straight. “Hi, That's it? Who was that?

“Who’s who?” the boy mentally face-palmed himself, apparently being a vigilante doesn't also make you a good liar.

“Really, lil nigga I changed your diapers…you don't think I know when you're lying?”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Miles took a quick glance behind himself making sure you were out of earshot, “Someone I met in class one day, nun crazy.”

Lie number two.

Aaron rolled his eyes and gave a low chuckle, “Aight fine don't tell me, your mom know?”

Miles shrugged and shook his head. “There ain't nothing to know, I can't talk to a friend without it being a big thing now?”

“Oh, so y'all friends?”

“Acquaintances.” the boy said flatly.

“Mhm…well go to class and tell your acquaintance I said they needa lock up those shoes before I snatch 'em” Aaron held out his hand for a dap up.

Miles obliged and nodded, “I will let my acquaintance know that my 30-something-year-old uncle wants they shoes yes…”

Once the handshake was over Aaron gently pushed Miles’s head back signaling him to get going as they both laughed.

“Man get outta here…” he said sending his nephew down the hallway. “Aight catch you later.”

Part 2? Idk I just needed to write something to survive. Also if y'all have any tips on characterization feel free to drop them in the comments, thank you for reading!!

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l0starl · 5 months

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# Hot chocolate!! 🍫

btw this is miles 42 :3

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You were sitting at a cafe patiently waiting for miles to arrive, it’s been 35 minutes so you were starting to think he bailed on you….once again.

Your gaze lands on the menu sign as your stomach growls, you haven’t eaten at all so maybe you can order before h-

“Sorry I’m late mi vida” miles walked in through the door as the bell dinged, while he sat down across from you.

“Where were you miles? I’ve been sitting here freezing!” You frowned

“Sorry, I had to take care of some things with uncle Aaron” He sighed as his braids fell on his shoulders “Hey, how about I pay for anything you order alright? Just to make it up to you.” He smiled

“Really? You sure? I can pay for it myself-“

“It’s the least I can do to make it up to you, how about some hot chocolate hm?” He responded with a grin

You nodded as the Waiter approached the table “Hi my name is Tasha and I’ll be your waiter for today! What will you both be ordering today?”

“We’ll take two hot chocolate?” You responded

“Alright! I’ll be back with your order shortly” Tasha said with a smile as she left shortly

She later came back with both of the hot chocolate with whipped cream, and a candy cane.

“Enjoy” Tasha said with a smile as she left

Both of you gladly drink the hot chocolate quickly, mostly enjoying the whipped cream.

He left the money on the table + tip as you born exit the cafe as the door made a “ding!” Sound.

“So, same place here?”

“Yep! And you better not be late!”

“Alright, bet!”

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