Didn't add enough Hobie fics on the last one, I apologize. Lemme rectify that from here on out❤️ This month has been an absolute rollercoaster ride so i hope you enjoy🌻
Miguel O'Hara
Just one more, Carino - @succubus-nini - starting off strong with this one and honestly AS MANY TIMES AS HE CAN??? sign me the fuck up🥴🔥
Art References - @drefear - *WHEEZING NOISES* never before have i ever wanted to be able to draw a specific scene so fucking bad because of this🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃
Whipped!Miguel - @loveforeren - it's giving "mommy will give you a treat if you finish all your food" and i love it🤭🤭🤭
Baby, be still for me - @imgoingtofreakoutnow - I'M SO FERAL ABOUT BITING😤😤😤 this done something to me that can never ben undone🥲💔
Cockwarming Miguel - @goober8000 - listen, give me five minutes. FIVE MINUTES to sit on this man's dick... and it's going to turn into five hours because ain't no way he's prying me off😛🔥🌶️
Sending a nsfw video to your ex - @kissitbttr - this is highly unethical... but why do i want it so bad??🫠🫠🫠
Starved - @miumiulicious - i want this man desperate and panting like a damn dog and you gave me just that. thank you for this💞
Phone Charms - @luveline - this is so so fucking cute🥺 the soft intimacy between them is everything to me🌹💜
Miguel + breeding kink - @wh1sp3rr - stop. stop. it. you can't be doing this to me. i am not in a position to be indulging breeding kinks rn😭😭😭😭
Hobie Brown
(assuming he's over the age of 20 because anything less is felonious because i seriously contemplated putting his fics but i already wrote them down)
Hobie liking how he towers over you - @hobies-gf - you just had to gut me with the size kink🥲 goddammit, y'all are absolutely fucking ruthless😭💔
Makeout sesh with Hobie - @fxllfaiiry - i'm already an avid fan of just kissing, so this was such a nice treat💖 *totally haven't been barking like a dog or anything (quickly wiping the drool off my mouth)👀*
Gods And Monsters - @autumn-hiraeth - my pussy be my own worst enemy sometimes and Hobie is not helping😔... but i suspect that's the idea🤭🌶️
I Wanna Be Sedated - @sillyseonghwa - Hobie Brown? BEGGING?🫢 FUCK YES! ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Aphrodisiac with Hobie Brown - @eezeybreezy - you had me at aphrodisiac🫠 i'm gonna need an ice cold bath after reading this😮💨
Perfect - @gh0stsp1d3r - fics like this just melt every insecurity i have in me and i have to thank you for this one because it hit me right in my dead soul😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️
Oops, Wrong Person - @moralesluvr - I. would. be. MORTIFIED🥲 you will never catch me walking outside for the rest of eternity. i'm done. bury me rn⚰️ but I'm glad it ended on a good note🤭
Nail Polish - @mcondance - IN THJE CAR SPEAKERS??? SWEETHEART, YOU ARE BRAVE😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Facesitting with Hobie - @murdrdocs - canon event. this. everything about this. there is no universe that exists in which Hobie doesn't love facesitting. you cannot tell me otherwise🖤
42!Miles Morales
(all fluff. i don't wanna hear nothing about any smut about any Miles)
Kisses And Hugs - @azeenhraaaa - idk what it is about a villain being so loyal to their lover, it's just so heartwarming to see🤧❤️
My Future - @crxss01 - i just know Uncle Aaron is never gonna let him hear the end of it😭😭😭
Classmate - @axeoverblade - this is the best thing ever😭 the way he just messes with her but then defends her from that douchebag is priceless🔥🔥🔥
42! And 1610! As Twins - @luvjunie - i swear this is peak sibling energy😭🔥 complete opposites, these two but they work so well together as twins👌🏼 beautiful work, absolutely beautiful💯💞
John Price
I'm fine - @soggyriceee - i. am sweatin🥵🥵🥵 i need a shower and i need it with holy water because holy fuck😭🔥
Dusk - @siilvan - Professionals?👀 Mm, sure sweety👀 keep telling yourself that while you're bouncing on your captain's dick😪
Ink - @anjelagarrick - fluff! fluff! fluff all around🤭🤭
Fae!Price - @ghouljams - when i tell you that the first chapter had me BY. A. CHOKEHOLD. you wouldn't believe me but i am telling you that i would do just about anything to live in this entire series😭🔥
Simon "Ghost" Riley
A Total Coincidence - @jreads - okay, this is not a finished series, it's just starting out but when i tell you that the first chapter already has me hooked😭 i fucking mean it. you're already an amazing writer and i can't wait to see what you have in store for Simon Riley❤️❤️❤️
Master Of Puppets - @captainfern - GOT ME HOT ND BOTHERED💋💋 FOR A MAN IN A FUCKING MASK, YOU WERE SO FOUL FOR THIS ONE I SWEAR🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠
Husband!Simon - @ahqkas - he's so sweet🥹 i love him so much, he deserves so much more🖤🖤🖤
Badges Of Honour - @clairdelunelove - not me looking at the box of stickers sitting on my desk, wondering why i don't have a big masked man to put them on😔😔😔
Comforting - @fictionalslvr - where can i find Simon Riley? i want him as my neighbour. i want us to do neighbourly things and... not so neighbourly things👀
Cold But Warm - @riverbutghost - i need this emotionally constipated man so fucking bad, it's not even funny anymore☹️
Johnny "Soap" MacTavish
Run Away To Me - @halcyone-of-the-sea - THIS. FIC. IS. SO. DAMN. CUTE😭😭😭 I will hold it close to my heart and cradle it like a baby for all of time💞
Pick Up Lines - @sofasoap - Johnny is such a silly boy, but i loved him so much in this one🤣
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Waiting - @lynchu - Kyle, my darling, my baby, my love😭 the pure fluff and angst gutted me in this and i almost hate you for it🥺💜
Gossamer Silk Smiles - @halcyone-of-the-sea - you just write Kyle so fucking well🫠🫠🫠🫠 he's so sweet and polite, i just wanna plant kisses all over his pretty face💋💋💋
Fae!Gaz - @ghouljams - I love him your honour😭 so fucking much, it actually hurts💔
Lavender Skies - @yeyinde - A POETIC MASTERPIECE👌🏼💯 never before have i read something so absolutely magnificent and gutwrenching🫠💜 AND IT'S A FRIENDS TO LOVERS- YOU JUST KNOW THIS TROUPE SUITS HIM SO WELL🔥🔥🔥
Gazfest Masterlist 2023 - @glitterypirateduck - a compilation of more spectacular Gaz fics that deserve more attention💞🔥💯
König
Big Boy - @pettyprocrastination - idk what is it about calling every big boy "big boy" that just sits so right with me but it fucking works okay?🔥🔥🔥
summary ʚɞ… you came into miles’s life and he makes sure that you, his princesa, never leave it.
warnings ʚɞ… miles being a lil stalker (it’s okay though, is miles), you have parents that move around too much, cursing, miles with a sweet tooth (he loves tres leches), mature themes (making out + mentions of drugs but you two aren’t the ones to do them), the relationship is a little toxic but not too much, major obsession with miles’s eyes (they’re just adorable).
m.list, main m.list ʚɞ
translations ʚɞ… mi princesa: my princess bonito: handsome/pretty boy eres tan bonita: you are so pretty ahora solo tengo tantas ganas de besarte: right now i just want to kiss you so badly siempre estás en mi mente: you’re always on my mind.
a/n ʚɞ…recap of how you met miles, how you started dating + how it is going, heavily based on princesa by jay roxxx. this is supposed to be a fic of celebration for 1k followers so i hope you enjoy and sorry that it couldn’t be published on sunday like i said i would start doing.
the first time you met miles was when you were walking in the hallway during your first day at visions. you were tired of being the new girl every time you moved, but you didn’t have much of a choice.
he was leaning against your assigned locker and he had an annoyed expression on his face as he glared off into space, it was kind of intimidating and you were skeptical to approach him but you really needed to put all the books in your locker before you got a back injury from the weight.
the boy was handsome though, he had the prettiest hazel eyes you had ever seen. the softest features too, except for his jawline that looked pretty sharp. his hair was braided and the braids looked good on him, a little too good maybe.
you decided to approach him, maybe his expression was the only intimidating thing about him.
and you thought right.
“excuse me, can you move?” you nodded at all the books in your arms. “i need to put these in there.”
the boy snapped out of whatever daze he was in and his eyes focused on you, his hazel eyes captured your own and he seemed so comfortable at holding eye contact while you couldn’t handle his stare and looked at the side of his head where a piece of your locker showed.
“please?” you tried again, it was your first day and you truly didn’t want any drama right now.
the boy cocked his head to the side, the side where your eyes were staring at like he was chasing for your gaze. those hazel’s captured your eyes again and there seem to be amusement in them, the smirk that grew on his face proved you right.
“of course, ma.” he said, and moved over onto the next locker. “there you go.”
you offered him a small smile and a thank you before turning you attention to your locker. after putting the books in, you left but you couldn’t help taking a look over your shoulder back at him when you where about to take a turn.
your eyes met him and he offered you another smirk then he was out of sight when you took the turn.
that was the first time of many that you would find the nameless boy leaning against your locker, making you ask him to move each time. you didn’t have any classes with him and visions was a big school so you didn’t see him around among the crowd of students unless he was there leaning on your locker.
again, you were making your way to your locker ready to see miles again and ask him to move so you could take out something from your locker but this time he was the one who wanted to ask something.
“there you are, princesa.” he spoke when he saw you.
there was that nickname again. he used to call you ma or mami, but one time he decided that those nicknames did not suit you and so since then he only ever called you princesa. you tried your best at pretending not to like the nickname and failed.
“took you so long, i was starting to worry.” the smirk on his face said otherwise.
“hi.” you said with a small smile. “can you—”
“hold up, princesa.” miles put a finger up, shutting you up instantly. “i have been here for a whole month now, just leaning against your locker and you don’t even ask for my name? or anything at all.”
“if you wanted me to know your name you would’ve told me.” you answered back.
he just stared at you for a long moment with amusement, before his smirk turned into a smile and he spoke. “miles morales.”
“y/n y/l/n.” you said.
“i knew that, princesa.” he said. “and now that we know each other’s names, how do you feel about going out with me this saturday? i’ll take you wherever you want to go.”
“we don’t even know each other.” you furrowed your eyebrows, apart from the small talk that the two had made and his name (now) you didn’t know shit about him. “and you don’t know if i’m with someone.”
“that’s what dates are for, and i know you aren’t with someone. i asked around.” miles shrugged. “so yes or no? or do i still need to convince you some more?”
you just stared at him for a while, his hazel eyes not leaving yours the whole while. finally you gave in, those eyes were just too pretty to deny anything while looking at them. “alright, i’ll go on that date with you. golf ‘n stuff, 6pm sharp.”
miles cracked a smile, and clapped his hands together. “i love golf ‘n stuff. you and i are going to have so much fun there.”
and that you two did. the first date with miles was something that you will always have in your heart, but the eleventh one was your favorite because it was when he finally asked you out.
it was on october 3rd.
miles had asked you out to go to a restaurant, and this was the first time that it was actually a fancy one and not just a fast food one. his uncle had let him borrow his car so that he could drive you both there.
“didn’t you say your uncle had a motorcycle?” you had asked confused when he settled in the driver seat with you on the passenger one.
“he also has a car.” miles scratched behind his ear and you nodded. he was lying, that habit of his was easy to pick up on. “i needed to get the best for mi princesa.”
“your princess now?” you raised an eyebrow. “that’s bold.”
he chuckled but didn’t say anything as he started the car.
when you got there, he opened the door for you and gave you his hand to help you out. you smiled and took it, he was such a gentleman when he wasn’t acting like a bad boy.
as you two sat down at the table for two, you admired the nice decorations and the variety of couples and families sitting and chatting away happily.
“this place is so nice.” you told miles.
“it is,” he nodded with a fond smile, his hazel eyes locking with yours like they always did. “my mom started taking me here when my dad… you know. since i love tres leches so much and she was told this place had the best ones she thought it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try and since then we come here at least once a month.”
you reached across the table and squeezed his hand.
“i hope you didn’t waste your monthly visit with me.”
“don’t worry, we already came here this month.” his smile grew as he turned his hand in your grasp and started holding yours back.
“okay.” you looked down at your hands holding, and they stayed like that while you checked out the menu.
“aren’t you two a sweet couple.” the waitress (who looked around your age, maybe a little older) came after a few minutes and smiled at the two of you. “are you two ready to order?”
both of you didn’t bother to correct the waitress instead choosing to give each other a shy smile.
“i want to drink *whatever you want* and a *whatever food you want*” you spoke up your order when miles nodded at you to go first.
the waitress wrote that down.
“miles morales, i requested something.” he winked. “and apart from that i want an alcohol-free piña colada and a steak with tostones on the side.”
the waitress clearly blushed and you didn’t blame her, that wink had been pretty hot.
“got that,” she nodded, and wrote that down. “anything else?”
“no.” you and miles said in unison.
the waitress left.
the night went on in a blur, but when it got to time to order dessert, you were ready to order your favorite one but you didn’t have to order any because the waitress just came and put it down in front of you.
“i didn’t —” you pointed down, not even looking at it but the waitress just smiled at you and left.
you turned to miles. “did they get the wrong table? i haven’t even ordered this yet.”
miles pointed down at the plate and you looked down.
‘will you officially be mi princesa?’ was written on the side of the plate.
“yes.” you nodded, a big smile taking over your face and miles’s smile could rival your own.
and that was also the night you had your first kiss, right in front of your house.
“thanks for the night, bonito.” you were telling him. “i had so much fun and—”
“bonito?” he interrupted.
you got a little nervous and nodded while turning your gaze away. “well, yea.”
miles took a hold of your chin, turning your face back to looking at him. “look at me, okay? always look at me, got it?” he whispered softly as your eyes came in contact with his.
“i got it.”
“bonito.”
“i got it, bonito.” you smiled.
this time it was him who broke the eye contact, looking down at your lips before looking into your eyes again. “eres tan bonita.” the way he said it had you feeling butterflies in your stomach.
your hand raised to his cheek, caressing it softly with your thumb. “and you are so handsome, such a pretty boy.”
miles’s cheek got hotter under your palm and you silently celebrated your accomplishment.
“ahora solo tengo tantas ganas de besarte…”
“do it.”
and so he did, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. your mouths moved in sync with one another, fitting perfectly together like a puzzle, you two were just meant to be and this was another prove of that. his mouth tasted sweet and you wanted that taste to last on your tongue forever, to just be able to enjoy miles’s sweet taste in your mouth even when you weren’t with him.
you both pulled away because sadly oxygen existed and you needed to breathe.
“that was…” you trailed off, not knowing how to describe it.
“yes, it was.” miles agreed. “i’ll meet up with you tomorrow to go back to school, princesa. is that okay?”
“yes, it is.” you gave him one last peck, but it turned into multiple ones because you two just couldn’t keep your lips away from the other after having just one taste.
“bye, princesa.” another peck.
“yeah, bye, bonito.” another one.
“imma miss you, princesa.” another peck.
“i will miss you too, bonito.” another one.
“i have to leave.” another peck.
“i know.” and another one.
that went on until you two realized how late it had gotten and had to leave before your parent(s) killed either of you.
the first time you two said the three little big words was 5 months into your relationship and miles was the first to say it.
you were hanging out in his house in some shorts and a pair of his shirt, his mom was out working for the day and you kinda missed her because she was honestly the kindest and most accepting mother you had ever met.
rio morales was skeptical at first but when she saw the big smile on her son’s face as he introduced you, she accepted you. you knew that the reason she was quick to welcome you was because of how happy her son was.
“princesa, come here.” miles called out to you from his bed where he was laying, one arm behind his head and the other patting his lap for you to sit.
you smiled and ran to him, jumping on his lap and putting your hands on his chest. “yes, bonito?”
the hand that had been patting his lap earlier made its way to your hips and pulled you in until your lips were touching.
the two of you kissed softly, your hands caressing his cheeks. it was a sweet moment and you both didn’t start anything more just wanting to feel this connection between you.
“you know something?” the boy asked as he pulled away.
“what?” you asked, leaving your noses touching.
“siempre estas en mi mente,” there were those hazel eyes again, locking yours in and not letting go. “and i love that.”
“you do?” you rubbed your nose against him.
“yes, and i love you.”
you froze and sat up fully on his lap, miles followed as he sat and put his hands on your hips.
“sorry, princesa. but i really do and i couldn’t hold it in anymore.” he apologized. “it’s okay if you don’t feel the same just yet.”
“no, it’s not that.” you shook your head and a smile grew on your face. “i love you too, i was just surprised.”
miles smiled along with you and pulled you in to connect your lips again. “i love you so much.”
the first ‘big’ argument that you two had was because of his possessiveness over you and the way he wanted to control everything you did. you had enough of that.
“miles, i’m not trying to start an argument with you or anything. i was just telling you that you shouldn’t be so harsh on my friends.”
“yeah, right. your guy ‘friends’, the ones who can’t keep their fucking eyes off of you for one goddamn second?!” he said exasperated.
“miles, you get worked up over nothing. girls look at you all the time and i do not feel jealous because they won’t try anything, why can’t you try and be the same?!”
“oh so now you want me to change? i thought you loved me just like i’am. guess things changed, huh?” his face was close to yours, noses nearly touching.
“i just want you to change that one thing, miles. it is not a big deal, i just don’t think we can keep going if you’re going to be acting like this.” you pushed him away, but he took a hold of your wrists.
“i’m sorry, i think i must have heard you wrong, princesa.” his mouth twisted into a snarl, those beautiful hazel eyes glaring at you. “you’re not leaving me.”
“if i wanted to, you know damn well i could.” you said, glaring right back.
“but you’re not going to, because you know damn well you love me.” he mocked you.
“i do, miles. i really do, but when you get like this i don’t even know anymore.” you shook your head, pulling your arms from his grip because even if he was mad right he would never apply so much pressure when holding you. he would never lay his hands on you like that.
his phone lit up with a message from his uncle and he took it, reading it without you being able to see what it was.
then miles sighed, “look, ma. i think i’m gonna go, it will give you time to think about this dumb decision you want to make and when i come back tomorrow i truly hope you had made a smart choice.” he laid a kiss on the top of your head and left through your window.
“ma? really?” you scoffed.
the time you made up after that argument wasn’t actually the next day, it was a whole week later during school. right in front of your locker, you hadn’t seen miles for that week and you were mad. he didn’t even bother to answer your multiple texts and calls.
“so we talk when you decide that we should talk?” you spoke up when you walked up to him, who was comfortably leaning against your locker.
the hallway was deserted and you were glad.
“i was busy.” he said like it was nothing. “we talk when you decide so, princesa.”
“mmm…” you nodded with pursed lips. “what were you doing?”
“don’t worry about it.” he shook his head and grabbed your head between his hands, his thumb caressing your cheek. “so, did that pretty head of yours make a decision?”
“yes.”
“so, what was it?” his eyes were pulling you in encouraging you to make the right choice.
and they did convince you. “i want to stay with you, but please tone down the jealousy.”
“i don’t get jealous, princesa.” miles chuckled, then placed a kiss on your lips. “but i promise i won’t get that possessive over you again.”
and of course, he lied about that.
now, after 2 years of being together and going into senior year. you couldn’t be more happier.
“stop!” you started kicking your feet and pushing miles away, trying desperately to stop him from tickling you and failing miserably.
“tell me where my control is, princesa and i will stop tickling you.” he kept tickling you.
you had hid his ps control because you wanted all his attention on you, but you were close to wetting your pants from laughing and there were tears running down your face.
“i don’t know where it is…” you lied out of breath as his tickling came to a stop to let you talk.
“liar!” he attacked you again.
“miles!” you screamed, bursting out laughing again.
“tell me, princesa.” he insisted.
“no.” you shook your head.
then his attack method changed and he started leaving kisses all over your face as only one hand was used to tickle you.
“tell me,” he said. “or you won’t get kisses for a month.”
“it’s in the kitchen, on the shelf for the plates.”
living without his kisses for that long was not an option.
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hello!! may i request reader and e42 miles watching a horror movie together
— Night Of Terror
pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ 42!miles morales x reader
summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ watching a scary during the night is bad, watching a scary movie with miles is worse.
warnings ✧˖ ° cursing, miles scaring you.
m. list, main m. list.
translations ✧࿓☾ princesa: princess, bonito: handsome/pretty boy, cálmate: calm down, solo era una broma: it was just a joke/prank, todo esta bien, chiquita: everything is okay, little one.
a/n . . ◟੭ hey, sweet anon! i’m sorry for making you wait so long, but i hope this makes up for it! enjoy!
"look behind you, dumb bitch!"
at this point you were yelling at the main character because she was acting stupid, even though you knew she was going to be the final girl because of plot armor.
"princesa, watch the movie." miles told you for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"i'am watching the movie." you complained.
"then stop talking."
you ignored him. "why are you following the sound!" you started hitting the bed from the anxiety you were feeling. "turn your ass back around and run the fuck out of there!"
"mami!"
"sorry," you apologized but then the girl acted up right on that moment. "don't go in there! stop!"
"mamita, please.." miles begged.
you didn't hear him, already lost watching the movie and you regretted picking that moment to really focus in it without your talking because a jump-scare scene happened, making you jump and pull the blankets up to cover your face.
miles started laughing at your reaction acting as if he didn’t flinch as well.
“you do know i saw that, right?” you raised an eyebrow.
“you didn’t see shit.”
you rolled your eyes, and went back to watching the movie. a couple of times you would speak and miles would tell you to shut up.
that irritated you, but you sat quietly for a few minutes just watching the movie until your bladder felt like it was going to explode.
"ok, pause it." you told miles, standing up. "bathroom break."
"it just got to the good part." miles groaned.
"pause it, miles." you warned him. "and you're coming with me."
miles paused the movie and glared at you. "i ain't going with you, man up."
"what happened to me being your princess?" you questioned.
miles rolled his eyes. "fine, i'll go with you. but only because i love you too much to stay mad for long."
"why would you even be mad for? i just spoke a couple of times."
"exactly, mami." miles stood up, walking in the direction of the bathroom with you. "it's so annoying."
“you get annoyed so easily.” you shook your head and walked inside the bathroom then turned to miles. “wait right there, don’t leave me alone.”
“ok, ma.”
you closed the door, leaving it six inches ajar and wen to the toilet to do your business. after doing so you washed your hands and dried them before going to open the door only to not find miles there.
“bonito, are you serious?” you groaned, thinking he went back to the bedroom.
you made your way to the bedroom, ready to beat up miles for leaving you alone in the bathroom. “miles gonzalo morales, you little piece of—” you started to say when you opened the door only to see he wasn’t there. “miles?” you called out and even turned on the lights to check if he was under the bed or something.
“miles?” you went to the living room, looking everywhere including the kitchen but there wasn’t a sight of miles. “you better show yourself right now!”
you started to think he might have left for some prowler business after a few minutes went by.
“really, miles…” you sighed.
“mami!” you heard his voice called out, but he sounded like he was in pain.
you immediately dashed to the kitchen where his voice had come from. there he was in his prowler suit, his stomach covered in blood and his mask off.
“what the hell happened?!” you asked, kneeling beside him.
“i was— i was attacked.” he started to say, heavy breathing and voice breaking.
“by who?” you started to freak out the longer you saw the blood staining his suit.
“it was… it was..” he couldn’t even speak.
“i’m calling an ambulance.” you went to stand up but then remembered the reason why he was in this state and kneeled back down. “no ambulance, right.”
your hands were shaking as you put pressure where you thought the wound was.
“who did it?” you asked him, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.
“it was…” miles sighed.
“stay with me, okay?” you encouraged. “keep talking.”
“it was… la llorona.” miles bursted out laughing.
you sat there in disbelief as you watched the boy you were just worrying about, laugh like a hyena.
“wait,” you put both hand up standing up. “that’s fake?” you pointed at his stomach.
“of course, mami.” miles chuckled, wiping the corners of his eyes as he stood up as well. “as if someone could ever hurt me that much.”
the anger started to build up inside of you and you started hitting miles, yelling and cursing at him for making you worry. angry tears also fell from your eyes and you couldn’t help it because why would he scare you like that when he knew how much you worried about his prowler life.
“cálmate, princesa.” he said, grabbing your fists in his hands. “solo era una broma.”
“you scared me, miles.” you buried your head in his chest.
“i’m sorry, mami.” he apologized. “i’ll never do something like that again, i promise.” he kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you.
“never, okay?” you reminded, voice muffled by his chest.
“todo está bien, chiquita.” miles said.
after a moment the tears stopped along with the shaking and miles spoke again. “you want to get back to watching the movie?”
“no.”
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— Can’t Help Myself
pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ 42!miles morales x reader, 1610!miles morales x reader.
summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ miles wasn't so fond of you having to do a project with a boy he knew so well.
warnings ✧˖ ° flash thompson, possessiveness, kisses, casually kissing while arguing, 42!miles threatening to beat up people, cursing.
m. list, main m. list.
translations ✧࿓☾ princesa: princess, bonito: handsome/pretty boy, mi amor: my love, bebé: baby, hermosa: gorgeous.
a/n . . ◟੭ hey, sweet anon! you didn't specify which miles so i did both, but please do specify in the future! and thank you for loving my writing, i hope you love this too ♡.
42!miles morales
"i'm telling you, princesa." miles said for the tenth time. "tell your teacher to change your partner, i don't want that lil boy around you."
"miles, flash is nice. drop it." you rolled your eyes.
"you're only saying that because you don't know what i know, mami." miles sounded frustrated now.
"how i'am supposed to know if you don't tell me?"
"just trust me on this one." miles shook his head, refusing to give you a reason.
"bonito, i'm not going to switch my project partner just because you're jealous of him." you took his cheeks in your hands, taking a sit on his lap. "you do know that i could be partnered with another boy, right?" you pecked his lips.
"it’s not about the fact he’s a boy, is about who he is and jealous? me?" miles scoffed then stole a kiss. "i'm not jealous of flash thompson's little white ass, have you seen him?"
you laughed. "don't be mean!" you playfully hit his shoulder. "and yes i have, which is more reason for you not to worry." another kiss was stolen from you.
then miles took your hips in his hands, "flash is going to try and get in your pants. i know him, princesa."
"you say that about every boy you see me with." you said incredulous.
"yes, but this is different. is flash we're talking about." he placed a frustrated kiss on your lips.
"yeah, yeah." you nodded, pulling away from him and standing up from his lap. "i'm going to the library now, bonito."
miles groaned. "can i at least come with you?"
"no. you will just sit there, glaring at him, the whole time which wouldn't allow me to concentrate, because i will be too busy thinking about the thousand ways i would beat your ass once we were out of the library." you said simply, with a small smile.
“come on, mami.” miles took your hand in his, playing with your fingers. “i won’t bother you, promise.”
you sighed, giving up too soon for your liking. “fine.”
you knew you shouldn’t have believed miles’s promise, you knew better than to think that he would keep it.
there he sat, in the chair next to you, glaring at flash thompson as the boy told you a lot of stuff about the subject of your project but he wasn’t making any sense at all so you just pretended to understand.
miles’s arm was around your waist, pulling you to him, his hand gripping your hip in a tight hold. it didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable. you kept tapping his hand, a silent message to let him know that he should control his face but either he didn’t get it or chose to ignore it. you could bet all your money which was the answer.
“look at this, y/n.” flash said, moving his chair closer to yours and leaning in which was unnecessary to show you something on his computer.
you knew the boy wasn’t dumb enough to not feel miles’s gaze on him but apparently he was dumb enough to not get the message behind the gaze.
“back the fuck up from my girl.” miles’s dark tone made flash visibly flinch, moving away from you immediately. “yeah, move fast before i beat your fucking ass.”
flash raised his hands in the air after a minute, letting out a nervous chuckle. “come on, my man. lighten up! i was just showing her something.”
“i ain’t your man,” miles stood up and made you stand up along with him with the arm around your waist. “we are leaving, ma.”
“but my project!” you protested.
“fuck that shit.” miles said, grabbing your bag and pulling you to the exit. “i’ll do your homework for that class when your grades drop.”
1610!miles morales
miles was pouting and looking at you with those beautiful baby deer eyes that made you melt for him. a couple of minutes had went by where he just kept that expression.
“what is it, mi amor?”
“why does it have to be him? why not me?” he covered his face with his arm, groaning into it.
“what are you talking about, miles?” you laughed. “i’m just doing a project with him, i’m still your girlfriend.”
he peeked at you through his arm. “really?”
“yeah,” you nodded.
“then tell the teacher to change your partner.”
“miles, be for real.” you shook your head. “flash is the last person i want as a partner, but you heard the teacher if i switch he takes 5 points off. it may be a little to you but that’s a lot to me.”
“i don’t like the way he looks at you, though.” he took his arm off his face, looking at you clearly now.
“and i don’t like the way some girls stare at you but we can’t all have what we want.” you shrugged.
“then i won’t go near them, you don’t go near him. everyone wins. everyone is happy.” miles clapped his hands, a winning smile on his face.
you laughed and placed a peck on his lips. “it’s not that easy, but we could try—”
“sweet! then let’s go, hermosa!” he started to stand up.
“after i’m done with this project.”
“but, bebé—”
flash sat back down at that moment, cutting miles off.
“sorry, the line for this was long.” he shook the shakes in his hands, before placing one in front of you. “hey, morales. when did you get here?”
“just now.” miles replied flatly.
“thanks, flash but i don’t want this.” you gave the shake back to him and pointed at the trash can where the one that miles had gotten you was empty in.
“oh…” the boy nodded, failing to hide the anger in his voice. “so… you two are together?” he pointed at you and miles.
he knew damn well the answer to that.
“yes, i was sure the whole school knew.” miles faked a frown. “weird.”
“well i didn’t, you must have not been obvious about it.” flash shrugged. “i thought you two were just friends.”
“now you know we are not.” you said to him, already feeling annoyance.
“since that’s the case, i’m sorry for hitting on your girl, dude.” he said to miles, acting as if that was necessary. “but she didn’t say anything, so i thought she was available.”
“we literally kiss in front of the whole school everyday,” you snapped. “there is no way you wouldn’t have known that we were dating.”
“and she shouldn’t have to tell you that she is dating someone for you to back off when she shows no interest in you.” miles said.
“now, can we get on with the project?” you raised an eyebrow.
flash pursed his lips and nodded.
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hi! im not sure if you’re taking requests, but if you are, could you maybe write something of miles being jealous of like someone you’re working on a project with or someone at your job? thank you!! <3. (I love you’re writing sm)
— Can’t Help Myself
pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ 42!miles morales x reader, 1610!miles morales x reader.
summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ miles wasn't so fond of you having to do a project with a boy he knew so well.
warnings ✧˖ ° flash thompson, possessiveness, kisses, casually kissing while arguing, 42!miles threatening to beat up people, cursing.
m. list, main m. list.
translations ✧࿓☾ princesa: princess, bonito: handsome/pretty boy, mi amor: my love, bebé: baby, hermosa: gorgeous.
a/n . . ◟੭ hey, sweet anon! you didn't specify which miles so i did both, but please do specify in the future! and thank you for loving my writing, i hope you love this too ♡.
42!miles morales
"i'm telling you, princesa." miles said for the tenth time. "tell your teacher to change your partner, i don't want that lil boy around you."
"miles, flash is nice. drop it." you rolled your eyes.
"you're only saying that because you don't know what i know, mami." miles sounded frustrated now.
"how i'am supposed to know if you don't tell me?"
"just trust me on this one." miles shook his head, refusing to give you a reason.
"bonito, i'm not going to switch my project partner just because you're jealous of him." you took his cheeks in your hands, taking a sit on his lap. "you do know that i could be partnered with another boy, right?" you pecked his lips.
"it’s not about the fact he’s a boy, is about who he is and jealous? me?" miles scoffed then stole a kiss. "i'm not jealous of flash thompson's little white ass, have you seen him?"
you laughed. "don't be mean!" you playfully hit his shoulder. "and yes i have, which is more reason for you not to worry." another kiss was stolen from you.
then miles took your hips in his hands, "flash is going to try and get in your pants. i know him, princesa."
"you say that about every boy you see me with." you said incredulous.
"yes, but this is different. is flash we're talking about." he placed a frustrated kiss on your lips.
"yeah, yeah." you nodded, pulling away from him and standing up from his lap. "i'm going to the library now, bonito."
miles groaned. "can i at least come with you?"
"no. you will just sit there, glaring at him, the whole time which wouldn't allow me to concentrate, because i will be too busy thinking about the thousand ways i would beat your ass once we were out of the library." you said simply, with a small smile.
“come on, mami.” miles took your hand in his, playing with your fingers. “i won’t bother you, promise.”
you sighed, giving up too soon for your liking. “fine.”
you knew you shouldn’t have believed miles’s promise, you knew better than to think that he would keep it.
there he sat, in the chair next to you, glaring at flash thompson as the boy told you a lot of stuff about the subject of your project but he wasn’t making any sense at all so you just pretended to understand.
miles’s arm was around your waist, pulling you to him, his hand gripping your hip in a tight hold. it didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable. you kept tapping his hand, a silent message to let him know that he should control his face but either he didn’t get it or chose to ignore it. you could bet all your money which was the answer.
“look at this, y/n.” flash said, moving his chair closer to yours and leaning in which was unnecessary to show you something on his computer.
you knew the boy wasn’t dumb enough to not feel miles’s gaze on him but apparently he was dumb enough to not get the message behind the gaze.
“back the fuck up from my girl.” miles’s dark tone made flash visibly flinch, moving away from you immediately. “yeah, move fast before i beat your fucking ass.”
flash raised his hands in the air after a minute, letting out a nervous chuckle. “come on, my man. lighten up! i was just showing her something.”
“i ain’t your man,” miles stood up and made you stand up along with him with the arm around your waist. “we are leaving, ma.”
“but my project!” you protested.
“fuck that shit.” miles said, grabbing your bag and pulling you to the exit. “i’ll do your homework for that class when your grades drop.”
1610!miles morales
miles was pouting and looking at you with those beautiful baby deer eyes that made you melt for him. a couple of minutes had went by where he just kept that expression.
“what is it, mi amor?”
“why does it have to be him? why not me?” he covered his face with his arm, groaning into it.
“what are you talking about, miles?” you laughed. “i’m just doing a project with him, i’m still your girlfriend.”
he peeked at you through his arm. “really?”
“yeah,” you nodded.
“then tell the teacher to change your partner.”
“miles, be for real.” you shook your head. “flash is the last person i want as a partner, but you heard the teacher if i switch he takes 5 points off. it may be a little to you but that’s a lot to me.”
“i don’t like the way he looks at you, though.” he took his arm off his face, looking at you clearly now.
“and i don’t like the way some girls stare at you but we can’t all have what we want.” you shrugged.
“then i won’t go near them, you don’t go near him. everyone wins. everyone is happy.” miles clapped his hands, a winning smile on his face.
you laughed and placed a peck on his lips. “it’s not that easy, but we could try—”
“sweet! then let’s go, hermosa!” he started to stand up.
“after i’m done with this project.”
“but, bebé—”
flash sat back down at that moment, cutting miles off.
“sorry, the line for this was long.” he shook the shakes in his hands, before placing one in front of you. “hey, morales. when did you get here?”
“just now.” miles replied flatly.
“thanks, flash but i don’t want this.” you gave the shake back to him and pointed at the trash can where the one that miles had gotten you was empty in.
“oh…” the boy nodded, failing to hide the anger in his voice. “so… you two are together?” he pointed at you and miles.
he knew damn well the answer to that.
“yes, i was sure the whole school knew.” miles faked a frown. “weird.”
“well i didn’t, you must have not been obvious about it.” flash shrugged. “i thought you two were just friends.”
“now you know we are not.” you said to him, already feeling annoyance.
“since that’s the case, i’m sorry for hitting on your girl, dude.” he said to miles, acting as if that was necessary. “but she didn’t say anything, so i thought she was available.”
“we literally kiss in front of the whole school everyday,” you snapped. “there is no way you wouldn’t have known that we were dating.”
“and she shouldn’t have to tell you that she is dating someone for you to back off when she shows no interest in you.” miles said.
“now, can we get on with the project?” you raised an eyebrow.
flash pursed his lips and nodded.
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