summary: no matter how much you tell dick to leave, he won't ever leave behind his favorite girl? or slade took you in all those years ago and molded you into a killing machine but all nightwing sees is his future wife.
warning(s): slight mention of dick being OVERLY obsessed with you, alludes to slade grooming reader, captivity themes, trauma bonding, implied violence, soft!nightwing but also lowkey dark!nightwing, reader is slade's sidekick, slade mentions, hurt/comfort if you squint, âyou shouldnât be hereâ but he is anyway
"you shouldn't be here." your voice is terribly harsh, your dark eyes glaring at poor nightwing climbing through her window, but it doesnât stop him from climbing fully in. their routine falling easily into place.
"i missed you."
his voice is quiet, breathy like it hurts him to say it out loud, like heâs been holding it in for days. his eyes are wide, pupils blown in the dim light, and you swear heâs forgotten how to blink. his face is pink, his smile lovesick, and itâs almost pathetic how he stands there just staring.
it was strange, really. he almlst thought youâd done something to him, hypnotized him, cursed him, twisted his brain into this mess of devotion. but you hadnât.
powers werenât your specialty.
no, you had just been you.
once, a normal girl with her own special quirks.
before him.
before slade.
slade found those special quirks inside you and molded it, broke it, made it his. and now you were sharp edges and quiet threats, something dangerous dressed up pretty.
but that didnât scare dick. nothing did.
not when you held a knife to his throat. not when you told him to leave. not when you swore youâd put a bullet in him next time he showed up.
he came back every time.
he was persistent or maybe insane but you couldnât tell. all you knew was that a sane man had never laid eyes on you the way dick grayson did.
either way, he kept coming back, crawling through your window, blood on his knuckles and that same stupid grin on his face. "what exactly did you miss?" you scoffed, crossing your arms.
his answer is too quick, too sure. "you. the way you look. the way you smell. the way you laugh." you blink, thrown off. âthe way i laugh?â he shrugs, eyes fixed on you like heâs trying to memorize the way your lips move when you talk. âyeah. and you have the cutest little snort with it too.â
your laugh slips out. sharp, unwilling. a snort following it making you freeze and he lights up like heâs just heard his favorite song. âthere it is,â he says, soft, like heâs afraid to scare it away.
his gloved hand brushes the sheets on your bed, fingertips tracing the silk. he glances around your room, the one slade had designed for you. sladeâs colors, sladeâs furniture, sladeâs idea of what you should be.
dick frowns. âhe doesnât know you at all.â heâs right. he always is. but that doesnât make it easier to hear. that the man who had ruined you couldn't even take the time to know something as simple as your favorite color so you only sigh. âyou should go.â
but he doesnât move. almost like he hadnât heard you.
âdick.â
âyou say that like you donât want me here.â he peels his mask off, the light of the city catching the curve of his cheekbone through the window, his jaw. he looks unreal. too perfect, too alive, too yours in a way he shouldnât be.
âyou canât keep breaking in here,â you mutter. itâs half-hearted now, your tone softer than you mean it to be. âthen stop leaving your window unlocked,â he says. thereâs that smirk again. lazy, boyish, and infuriatingly tender. he starts pulling at the edge of his suit, slow, like he knows youâre watching.
you hate that you are.
"you're ridiculous." you force a laugh from your lips sitting up fully this time, the blanket sliding off you and he can't help the way his eyes skim over you, but it's different when he does. it doesn't make you feel dirty or make you shiver. you aren't afraid. it makes your heart flutter . "you think i'm ridiculous now?" you rolled your eyes at him looking at him as he began to kick off his boots "i've always thought you were ridiculous." he pulled off his mask revealing more of his weirdly perfect face, he smiled with a boyish grin âand yet,â he says, leaning his knee on to the bed closer, âyou keep letting me in.â
"did not let you in."
âyou want me to stop?â he repeats it in a way to shake you out of your state, your cheeks heat up shyly forcing a nod as more and more of his muscles become clear to you. the suit slowly passed by his muscly thighs and you swear something bursts inside you.
you force your next words. âi would prefer if youâd stop, yes.â you sound calm, but your pulse betrays you. and from the grin on his lips, you know he can see it. he always sees it. he steps closer. âyou donât like when i sneak in your bed either?â
his voice is low now, almost a whisper, the kind that crawls up your spine and stays there. his suit hits wood floor with a soft sound, and you canât think straight anymore.
you should tell him to leave. you should. a part of you thinks about how slade would probably kill you if he knew dick was here but the thought leaves when his hand is on your sheets again, the mattress dipping under his weight.
you donât stop him when he begins to climb onto your bed.
you wouldn't dream of it and you think he knows that from the way his pink lips form into a bigger smile.
"i really did miss you." an admission you couldn't doubt not with those perfect glossy eyes looking back at you. dick grayson isnât just in love with you. heâs addicted and in his eyes, youâre the whole damn world. "you're going to get killed." he only hums beginning to tuck himself under your sheets laying himself beside you.
âby you or slade?â his voice is half a laugh, half a sigh, muffled as he sinks into your pillow like he belongs there. tucking his arm under your head.
you roll your eyes. âyouâre not funny.â you glare at him but you too lay back getting more comfortable on your bed "maybe your wonderous team of friends, the titans." you carefully pointed out "i'm sure they don't know you're nuzzzling yourself in my sheets when you know my master is away." he doesn't hear you or care to acknowledge what you've said only focusing on one part.
"master.â itâs bitter when he repeats it, angry almost. not at you but at what slade made you. the way he infected your mind and instilled fear in you. you were far too perfect for someone like slade. you deserved more. you deserved dick grayson. âslade is no master, he is your captor."
you scoff, but it doesnât come out as sharp as you intend because there is no witty come back. no arguement because dick was right. lately all he had been was right. âand what exactly are you?â
he turns his head toward you on the pillow, strands of his dark hair falling over his eyes, lips tugging into that lazy smile that always makes you want to hit him and kiss him all at once. âme?â
âyeah, you,â you say, staring at the ceiling now. âyou keep showing up here like a stray cat. maybe i should start leaving out milk.â
âonly if itâs strawberry,â he murmurs, voice warm and sleepy. you feel him shift closer, his arm brushing yours, a deliberate accident. âyou like when i come here.â he says it like itâs obvious and part of you knows it is. youâd never let anyone this close to you, not even the horrible man who held you captive.
but dick grayson was safe, a savior who wanted nothing more than to please you. what a silly boy. you turn your head, glare half-heartedly. âdonât flatter yourself, grayson.â he hums again, low in his throat. âyouâd be lonely without me.â
you want to deny it. you should deny it but you donât. because the truth hangs between you like smoke, thick and suffocating. you hate that heâs right. you hate that when heâs not here, your room feels too quiet. too cold. too sladeâs.
and during battles you find yourself mirroring the moves he had taught you on the roof. it was strange, slade had trained you but dick had cherished you, nurtured you with the sweetest kind of love. you were no killer with him.
his fingers brush against yours. itâs barely a touch, but it feels like a confession. âyou could leave,â he says softly. âiâd help you.â the thought flashes in your mind like a sick taunt because it felt like a silly dream of a little girl who never quite grew up.
âand then what?â your laugh is sharp, bitter. âyou think slade would just let me walk away? heâd hunt me down. heâd hunt you down.â thereâs a pause, a dangerously soft beat and you could feel him. his love drowning you. swallowing you whole and taking you as his own when he whispers.
âlet him,â he says, voice steady. âhe can try.â you turn your head towards him fully quick enough to catch the way he nuzzled into your arms âiâd kill him.â
you sit up suddenly, staring down at him. part of you unsure if he was joking âyouâre insane.â
his grin spreads wider. he wasnât joking. âfor you, maybe.â heâd take you himself if he wasnât afraid of scaring you. he wanted you all to himself but not in fear, he didnât want those perfect eyes to look at him any differently. so heâd keep his dangerous thoughts to himself, heâd keep you to himself.
you want to shove him off the bed, tell him to stop looking at you like youâre something holy but you donât. because heâs looking at you like youâre you, not sladeâs weapon, not his creation. just the girl beneath it all. and for a second, that makes you ache in a way you canât stand.
you sigh eyes tracing the faint light from the window laying back down âyou are going to get yourself killed.â he shifts again, tucking himself closer until his head rests against your chest. cuddling into you. his breath is warm when he speaks.
âyouâd miss me if i did.â
you scoff, even as your chest tightens. âyou wish.â
his laugh is quiet, but thereâs no teasing in it this time. just something small and heartbreakingly real. âyeah,â he whispers. âi do.â
you donât admit the truth, that if he died you werenât sure what would come of you. because you canât admit it, afraid of how it toed the line that you had already crossed far too many times with him.
but you hoped he could feel it. feel your reciprocation of what he felt for you.
âif you asked me to take you away, i would.â he whispers softly, his hand slips under your shirt to feel your skin, his fingers tracing your belly, memorizing the scars that laid there. he wanted to kill everyone who ever hurt.
thereâs a sadness lingering within you one that you donât have to explain for him to understand. he read you better than any book, he knew you. âyouâd regret it.â he scoffed at you.
ânever.â
he says it like a vow. and maybe it is.
you sigh, your hand finding its way into his hair before you can stop yourself. he hums, pleased, and itâs the most human sound youâve heard in weeks. it makes you ache in that quiet, terrible way again the way that makes you want to run and stay all at once.
you donât know when you fall asleep, only that you wake to an empty bed and the faint scent of his cologne lingering in your sheets.
the windowâs open again. the cityâs glow spilling over the floorboards and the loud sounds of gotham poured in. there's longing in your chest, yearning almost thirsty for the one man who could cure it. you shake your head.
you tell yourself youâll lock it this time but you both know you never will.
and when the night comes again, you know heâll be there crawling back through that same window, all bruises and devotion, whispering the same quiet sin.
Pairing: 42!Miles x 1610!Miles x spiderperson!reader
Summary: You hated how miles was being treated by the spider society, you decide to help him and end up in the wrong dimension meeting another miles?
AN: Did I take 4 months to get this outâŠYes, is it another partâŠYes? are you gonna love itâŠ.Also yes . Also Y/N is any race, or body size you want her to be.
It was chaos ever since the chase. You just couldnât get miles out of your head, the way he looked, scared but confident, determined he was going to save his dad even if the world was collapsing on him. He was misunderstood⊠and you hated that nobody else saw it.
but you didâŠyou saw him, you were going to help him. He was not going to go through this alone.
You will be there for him.
Even if that means some rules will be broken.
You followed him, you were just as scared yes did you care no but, something went wrong or something or someone routed the jump. Instead of lively Brooklyn, this Brooklyn felt different,heavier. Quieter. The concrete jungle wasnât the same.
When you landed you looked around, the streets were darker, graffiti over gang tags. You looked even closer around you; it was an insignia that was green and purple.
Thereâs no Spider-ManâŠ
You gulped, pulling yourself together turning the corner. Someone dropped down behind you with the same face.
âYoâ his voice was smooth and sly, confident but dangerous. âYou lost or sumn, mami?â
You were stunned
Same face. same voice
but not him
Miles Morales but not your Miles Morales stood in front of you, wearing a black hoodie, a mask, gold chains glistening around his neck, His 2 braids shaped his jaw line, and that smirk yeah, this wasnât the sweet awkward Miles you knew.
âI-Uh think I ended up in the wrong universeâ, you stutter, backing up.
âClearlyâ he scoffs, looking you up and down stepping closer. âBut I ainât complaininâ. Not everyday a spider drops into my city lookinâ like thatâ.
You cross your arms scoffing, âlookin like what?â you say with bass in your voice.
âLike troubleâ, he says with a grin, hands in his pockets walking around you. âOh donât get offended though ma, the fun kind of troubleâ
Your face heats up instantly. âNah thatâs a crazy thing to sayâ
He tilts his head with a smirk. âAnd you blushing my mamiâ.
You kiss your teeth rolling your eyes covering your face with your mask before he can tease you, but you can feel that smirk without even seeing it.
Hours later youâre hanging out with the other Miles⊠explaining how there is another Miles and you're trying to help him save his dad. how the sides society wonât listen, how you couldnât sit back and watch them treat him the way they were.
He leans back against the wall, eyes narrowing thoughtfully.
âSo doppleganger me is tryin to save his pops, and they wonât let him?â
âYeahâ, you sigh. âThey said itâs gonna break the cannon. like itâs not already brokenâ.
He hums lowly, stepping closer again, voice dropping to a whisper.
âIf it were me⊠I ainât lettin nobody tell me who to save especially if itâs my popsâ.
You smirk , meeting his eyes
âThatâs what I told him to doâ.
Thereâs a pause, a long electrifying pause before he smirks again.
âGuess I like the way you think, spiderâ
As you were biting your lip nervously, you saw a a glowing portal rip open behind you, and steps out your miles, looking hurt, scared, frantic, and jealous all at one time.
âY/N? He lets out. âWhat are you doing here and who the hell is he?â
42!miles sighs and leans in with that infatuating smirk.
Could you please do a miles 42 with an Egyptian reader? The two cuddling and just having a sweet sleepy conversation would be amazing!! Thank you đ”ïž
omg love it i definitely will when i post it lmk if im missing or reading into a stereotype I love correcting myself!!
ok here me out.. spiderperson! reader who wants to help 1610 miles save his dad, ending up in e-42 and getting low-key flustered by 42 miles and flirting with himmm...??? omg and then 1610 miles gets jealous bc he likes them... OUGH i just know your gonna cook
Summary: Y/N is having a chill moment on the roof of her apartment until someone intercepts a picture she was taking.
A/N: this is my first miles 1610 fic, I hope you guys enjoy because I certainly did writing it. I added a song to listen to while reading it if you want to listen to it. I will also be posting once a week until I have more creative juice Love you guys ENJOYYY!!!.
It was a hot day in Brooklyn, New York, so you decided to go up on the roof to look at your city. It was beautiful, the sunrise was ethereal. You decided to draw while listening to music you loved. The scent of the air was fresher than usual, the sound of the train was refreshing, and hearing the ice cream truck go past your apartment was nostalgic. Sometimes you wish you had a companion with you to also enjoy this scenery with you, it's really intimate to share with someone youâre close with. You take a picture of the sunset but something intercepts your picture. You tilt your head looking at it until you hear a voice.
âOh you're taking photos of me? Did you get my good side?â The mysterious voice said, you furrow your eyebrows, chuckling turning behind you.
âNo you were just in the wayâ. You say recognizing the figure Spiderman (Miles)
âWow but what are you doing up here it's dangerous you knowâ Miles says concerningly.
âYeah I know but it's calming to me hearing the natural sounds of the cityâ You say taking a deep breath. Miles has a crazy Idea in his head.
âSince you love the city so much, do you want to go for a swing with me?â Miles asks, you look at your skin and your size before immediately declining,
âAbsolutely not I might be a little too heavy for you to be caring around swinging from building to buildingâ. You stated, Miles rolled his eyes sighing.
âI'm not Spiderman for nothing I'm strong and your size is perfect, youâre perfectâ Miles says reassuring you, your skin is dark but you canât help but to blush and get a little flustered.
âOkay fine but pls be carefulâ. You say, Miles nods his head and directs you to come over and hold onto him. You pray before you even think about moving, you wrap your arms around his waist taking a deep breath.
âHey its ok I got you I wonât let anything happen to you preciosaâ He says calming you down, you tighten your grip hearing him chuckle.
âOkay I'm going to start shooting webs nowâ. He announces shooting a web, you open your eyes looking at the building with a smile on your face.
âYou ok?â He asks, proceeding to swingâ.
âYes it's even more beautiful than just being on a roofâ. You say with a smile on your face. The sunset continues to go down and New York lights up. The lights are beautiful, you feel the air on your skin feeling safe with Spiderman.Â
âHey you hungry?â Miles asks
âTotallyâ You reply he nods his head, stopping at a vendor putting you down safely. You stand behind him to make it seem like you're not with him, you're with Spiderman for crying out loud you donât want a lot of attention on you. He orders for himself getting another order for you assuming you were shy. Miles directs you to walk away with him, you wrap your arms around him again, he swings back to your roof. He gives you your food, you sit on the ground.
âOh right you canât eat with me you have to take your mask offâ You say sadly.
âOh no I'm going to stay. I'll eat later when I'm at home. This drawing is beautiful, "he says, looking at your drawing of the sunset.
âThank you, I love to draw. I'm often up here drawing, it's a passion of mine or just to look at the city and enjoy natureâ. You say with a smile.
âI like that, I also draw in my free time listening to musicâ. Miles says sitting on the ledge of the roof. You sit next to him nodding your head.
âYeah I love music too it's definitely an es-â
 âEscapeâ You and Miles say at the same time looking at each other, You look into the night sky rocking back and forth enjoying this.
âYou know Iâve always wanted to share a moment like this with somebody it's really intimate to meâ You say.
âWell now you have me to share this with, we can swing around the city together grab food and hang out togetherâ Miles says looking at you, he already noticed how beautiful you are it's just evident how you are similar to him. You saw him as Miles instead of the flashy show off Spiderman. You caught his attention, and this will be a memory he thinks about forever.
Summary: Y/n is always minding her business and to herself, Miles has always seen her around the streets doing regular things and he was curious.
A/N: I didnât really go into depth about body type or color so any reader is valid. Miles is any age you want him to be. I hope you enjoy it!! itâs been almost 2 years since Iâve written anything so I might be a little rusty
You were casually coming from the bodega, you were hungry and wanted a baconeggandcheese. It was after 10 your music was on the highest volume, trying to get home before anything happens. As you were walking you saw a figure, jumping from apartment to apartment.
At this time of night, Miles patrols the city looking to start trouble or finish them. He sees you walking home and noticies who you are. Miles always sees you doing side quests late at night, or just walking down the street with a book, vinyl, or trying to do homework while walking down the street. He wondered why someone so busy, and pretty like you is wandering the streets late at night. Everytime he is patrolling or districting things he notices you walking around unprotected.
He has this bright idea to talk to you and pick your brain, itâs nothing going on so why not. He jumps down from the roof of an apartment, staying there for a bit before crossing the street approaching you. You were casually waiting for the light to change and you feel a presence beside you, you look up and get startled.
âWhat type of Halloween costume YOU got on?â you spat out of fear.
âA pretty creative oneâ. Miles replies
âIf you want to kidnap me just do it you got all the timeâ You say nonchalantly hoping nothings gonna happen to you.
âI donât want to kidnap you, I see you often at this time and was curious what you are doing at 10:30 walking the streetsâ Miles asked out of curiosity. You were skeptical about this conversation, heâs the prowler, why is he worried about me and why do I catch his attention?
âOk prowler what do you want? why do you choose to talk to me out of all other womenâ. You state leaving Miles tilting his head.
âWouldnât you love for the âvillainâ to be checking up on youâ Miles asked, you looked at him like he was crazy.
âUhm good question but no you look intimidating and crazy in this purple outfitâ. You say chuckling, Miles rolls his eyes under his mask.
âHaha very funnyâ He says in a mocking tone, you laugh to himself immediately stopping.
âOoo I got miss donât look out for me laughing okâ Miles says
âPfft pls you are the joke Iâm laughing at but quick question? how do you just notice me?â You ask, finally crossing the street, continuing to walk home.
Miles follows you answering your question âI notice you because you're the only person around at 10pm also you always have something going on youâre just in your own world. You smile at what he said.
âWell thanks Iâm constantly in my own world listening to music, itâs an escape for me and I never care about what time it is because I can protect myself.â You say
âYeah you can protect yourself but itâs not good to think that way, I want to protect you out here. A smart and goal oriented girl like you can be snatched up in a secondâ He says looking down at you.
âOh really Iâm smart and goal oriented?â You laugh rolling your eyes
Miles tilts his head, âWhatâs wrong with that? Iâm just being honestâ.
âNothing Iâm not used to not being complimented on my personality right away or not seen as easy, you look at me as a humanâ You say with a slight smile.
âOf course all you are is a human, that I see as fragile and that I want to protect. I donât know you but your energy speaks to meâ Miles says
âWow you stalk me and you know alot about me, are you really a villain?â you say with a chuckle.
âIâm not a stalker I just know, and itâs not about your looks I like when I see you, I like your mannerisms that I see. I saw you once with a vinyl Iâve never seen, you were so happy just with that one vinyl you did a twirl down the street that was so adorable.â Miles says, smiling down at you.
You cover your face out of embarrassment âNo way thatâs so embarrassingâ.
âIt wasnât to me it was cute, wherever you go get food out of the bodega I notice how happy youâre you enjoy your own company and I like that about you now I also like how youâre funnyâ. Miles states
You are so speechless, you hide your face because youâre cheesing. Miles notices and smiles looking at you.
âItâs ok lemme see you smile with those chubby cheeksâ. Miles announces, you chuckle to yourself soon looking at the apartments in front of you. You look at Miles and give him a smile.
âI know I canât know your identity or even how old youâre but thank you for saying you want to protect me and seeing me as a person I genuinely appreciate itâ. You say looking at his mask
Miles looks down at you grinning under his mask knowing the risk that can happen if he took it off or exposed his identity.
âI know I canât expose my identity, but I want you to know something. I will always be lurking around the corners making sure youâre ok, you're worth making the city good for have a great night. I just realized I didnât get your nameâ
âItâs Y/N and have a great night as well. Prowler donât get hurt too bad out thereâ You say as he nods and walks into the darkness. You sigh entering your home.
pairing: miles g x reader miles 1610 x reader summary: headcannons on what the milesâ would do for your birthday! warnings: lowercase, candy mentioned? REALISTIC miles g (no bad boy shit gtfo)
miles 1610
i feel like he would give you small gifts through out the day in your locker (paper rings, notes on how much he loves you, origami etc)
if he made a gift basket it would be half of things he made and half of stuff he bought.
heâd get you plushies, candy and anything you like.
heâd give you a sketchbook that he dedicated to you and finished that had artwork full of you.
he would buy you lunch or bring you a cupcake from the bakery.
he would take you out somewhere fun like roller skating or to go painting
would give the best gifts and act like itâs just a small gesture.
miles 42
realistically (sorry bad boy miles g headcannoners) he would make sure he did something big for you with what heâs got.
since he struggles with money, he would try to make the most out of what he has and make something thoughtful.
also would sneak stuff into your locker. although he rage quit at origami he would be a poem or writer kind of guy. not corny poems but thoughtful ones.
would buy those âI love my girlfriendâ shirts and wear it on your birthday.
miles would buy you those big teddy bears half your size and struggle to carry it to your house.
after his prowler duties he would sneak in through your window and watch a movie with you until you go to sleep.
overall : these boys will be very creative with making gifts for you and will know what will make you smile <33
â A/N: Based off the song by Janelle MonĂĄe, which so bomb btw. AND ION WANNA NO SHIT LIKE 'Oh she's a minor đ€'. BITCH WATCH THE SHOW, her and Juliette was fingering each other in THE WOODS, so whatever I write here, isn't even half of what they did in that show
I like lipstick on my neck
Let me know I'm ya number one select
I like lipstick on my neck
Hands around my waist so ya know what's coming next
"Cal, you um sure we should be doing this" I looked around slightly to make sure nobody was coming towards us. "Calm down, no ones gonna catch us" she assured running her hands up and down my waist and placed multiple kisses on my neck, making me ease up a little
I wanna feel ya lips on mine
I just wanna feel a little tongue
We donât have a long time
Her lips making sloppy kisses on my neck, while her hands were roaming all over my body. I accidentally let a quiet moan slip past and I covered my mouth
âGotta be quiet ma, donât want my family hearing youâ I felt her smirk against my neck. "Shit" I mumbled under my breath, I grabbed her hand a walked us into the bathroom and locked the door
Ooh, ya talkingâ nasty, and I like it
Whisper in my ear, only me and you can hear
I seen it from the back, and Iâm excited
Tell me what to do when we walk up in the room
âNot gonâ lie, you look fine as hellâ I bit my lip as I walked closer to her. She backed up a little bit against the sink and smirked a little
âI do?â I nodded in response, placing my arms around her neck and she put hers around my hips, âMhmm, so fine, I canât wait to get you all to myselfâ
I leaned in and we shared a deep and passionate kiss, I felt her pull back some "And what you gon' do when that happens?" She raised an eyebrow at me. I chuckled lightly, putting some of her hair behind her ear "Oh, just you wait" and I pulled her into another kiss
I hope it's something nasty, we can try it
Bite me on my neck, and you know what's coming next
We can make a movie, I can write it
Let's just make a move baby
Our lips danced wonderfully against each other, I soon felt her turn us around and pick me up, placing me on top of the counter. Her beautiful plump lips worked their way down my jaw, and onto my neck, s her hands landed on my waist
As much as I wanted to keep going, I had to remind myself that we were still at her parent's house, and in the bathroom. I reach in my back pocket to grab my phone and I pulled away from her lips
She looked confused then looked at the phone in my hand and smirked "Oh you tryna make a movie, you nasty" she licked her lips and rubbed my thigh. I rolled my eyes at her "Girl bye, it's 8, we were already supposed to be back at the dinner table by now" I said as I pushed her away and got off the counter
"Oh shit fr? Well time flies by when you're having fun" she smirked at me and I hit her chest playfully. I turned around to look into the mirror and fixed my hair a little and straightened out my clothes
"C'mon we gotta go like now" I grabbed her hand and before I could reach the door, we heard a voice on the other side. "When y'all done sucking each other's faces off, then you can come back to the dinner table" Apollo, her brother said from the other side
Me and Cal looked at each other then started laughing as we heard his footsteps walk away. I sighed and shrugged "Well, at least it wasn't your mom" and she nodded in agreement, we laughed a little more before walking out the bathroom, hand in hand
Hobie's a slut for all bodytypes. He doesn't care how much skin you do show or you don't, but the one day he met you, dancing a bellydance on stage, his eyes sparkled up. Just the look at you was heavenly.
He'd immediately talk to you, ask you to dance for him, show him your moves and he would ever so slyly place his hands on your waist when he noticed you liked his touch. He would squeeze your sides, making you jump and yelp. Any sound that came out of you made him want to get on his knees and beg for more.
He loved it when you danced, especially the part where you showed off skin. He wasn't jealous of other people staring because he knew he was the one you were in love with, but when people shittalked about you, thats when he'd loose his temper. He'd walk out of the club with his fist painted slightly red from the people's nosebleed.
"Wear whatever you want, I can fight" is what he would say when you had your next occurs. Why? For one, there would be constantly people thristing over you, but at the same time there would be people shittalking about you. He made sure that the shittalk never reached your ears. He loved your body the way it was. He loved every single inch of it, always exploring it with the pads of his fingers, until they turned into his whole fingers... and then into his whole palms.
It wasn't only your body he loved, he loved your dancing skills. He would ever so often put on some music only to find you dancing in the living room, moving your body so perfectly. He loved the way you admired dancing, letting himself get dragged into them. But what he loved the most was the combination of his two favourite things (apart from your face and personality, and actually your whole body. Actually, every single fucking inch of you. Just you.)
Your body and your dancing skills. He loved it when you danced with him, your skin touching his as in some dances you grinded against him.
To say Hobie was addicted to you was an understatement.
A/N; enjoy this was the most voted, before we get into the headcannons, everybody is beautiful even if youâre thin or thick youâre beautiful, donât let anybody tell you any less. your perfect just the way you are!!.
â„ Miles is in love with everything about you, from the way you dress to the way you carry yourself.
â„ Miles who loves touching your rolls, touching you in general he always has his hands on you.
â„ Miles who shows you off but gets jealous when people starting a bit too much.
âI know she fine you can stop looking nowâ
â„ Miles who helps you when youâre feeling insecure, feeling insecure is forbidden with Miles. He never wants you to feel bad about yourself because youâre beautiful.
âBaby no youâre beautiful cut that shit out, fuck what all them people gotta say mama, they probably unhappy with themselves and have to hate on a bad bitch to get cool points, they aint competin wit youâ.
â„ Miles who will kick somebody ass for talking crazy about you or to you he donât play that shit.
â„ Miles who always has your back.
â„ Miles who helps you eat food when youâre struggling or have a bad relationship with food.
âBaby itâs ok i'm here, I'll sit and eat with you!â
â„ Miles who wants a fashion show every time you buy new clothes or HE buys you new clothes. Heâs a sucker to see you prancing around in the clothes he bought you, or that you bought.
âYess mami gimme a 360â,
â„ Miles who loves seeing you in revealing clothing, the way the clothes hug your body and the way YOU wear them makes him go feral, he just wants to eat you up.
âMa not gonna lie im boutta bu-â
âMILESâ
â„ Miles who falls asleep on your stomach, chest, or butt.
âIt's so comfy donât moveâ
â„ Miles who loves slapping your ass whenever it feels convienent
âOW MILES!!â
âWhat it's fat what you want me to do?â
âNot hit it so hardâ
âOkay im sorry maâ He says casually grabbing it giving you a smile. đ
â„ Miles who buys you anything you want your his princess, speaking of princesses MAJORRRRR princess treatment!!
âpick up what you want princess, lemme give you some princess treatmentâ.
â„ Miles who is your number 1 supporter anything you do Miles is clapping is his hands rooting for you. You dance at every practice and competition, You cheer at every game, You play sports at every tournament, You make jewelry promoting it in any way possible, You do hair telling ppl they need their hair done REAL BAD.
â„ Miles who makes you feel comfortable around his family when you first meet them, you didnât want to eat in front of them or even go get your own plate in front of his family because you thought they were gonna judge you, (They aren't like that).
â„ Miles who loves you with his whole being and lets you know that, youâre perfect in every way and you donât need to change yourself for anybody, not even him.
