chion3spid3r

[chion3spid3r]

beautiful liar

[chion3spid3r]

will love prevail ?

pairings : agedup!e1610!miles x black!cat!reader

warnings : violence and combat, smut, suggestive, physical reactions, sexual tension, profanity, emotional distress, manipulation, power dynamics, alcohol consumption, threats, high tension and adrenaline.

summary : miles morales, the Brooklyn Spider-Man, encounters Black Cat, a skilled thief who turns out to be a girl from his class…

word count : 4.9k

a/n : the part twooo ! yeah there’s smut at the end ! minors dni.

pt1 -> pt2

That night after, Miles swung you back towards your neighborhood, the cool night air whipping past as you clung to him. He landed deftly on the fire escape outside your bedroom window.

"Home sweet home," you said with a small smile, reluctant to let go of him just yet.

Miles looked at you, his eyes shining with admiration behind his mask. "You were incredible tonight, y/n. I'm in awe of your strength and courage."

A blush crept across your cheeks at his praise. "I couldn't have done it without you, Miles. You gave me the hope and support I needed."

For a moment, you simply gazed at each other, a world of understanding and newfound intimacy passing between you. Then, unable to resist any longer, you reached up and gently pulled his mask down before leaning in to kiss him deeply.

Miles eagerly returned the kiss, his strong arms wrapping around you and holding you close. The kiss was fierce yet tender, conveying everything you felt for him in that heated moment – gratitude, affection, passion.

When you finally parted, you were both breathless. You reached up to tenderly stroke his cheek. "Thank you, for everything," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

He leaned his forehead against yours. "Always," was his soft reply, filled with promise.

With one last lingering look, you slipped through the window into your room as Miles pulled his mask back up. He gave you a little salute before swinging off into the night. You watched him disappear into the skyline, letting out a contented sigh as you touched your still-tingling lips. Your hero.

--

The next day at school, it was almost comical how "normal" you and Miles had to act. You took your usual seat, quirking an eyebrow at him as he sauntered in. He met your gaze and gave you a lopsided grin, sliding into the seat next to you.

"Studying hard last night, Morales?" you teased, unable to resist.

He chuckled softly. "You know it, y/n. Burning the midnight oil and everything."

The banter continued through classes, skirting that delicious line of flirtation that only the two of you truly understood. You'd make some quip about needing a study partner, and he'd offer to lend a hand with whatever you were "working" on. The knowing looks and barely-concealed grins made it obvious there was something more simmering beneath the surface.

By the afternoon, you could barely contain your eagerness to get out of the classroom. As soon as the final bell rang, you grabbed Miles and pulled him into a secluded corner.

"Feel like hitting the town?" you asked with a playful glint in your eye.

Miles grinned widely. "Thought you'd never ask. Race you there?"

You were already gone in a blur of motion, leaving a laughing Miles to catch up. The chase was on.

Moments later, you were soaring through the air in your Black Cat suit, Miles in his Spider-Man attire swinging alongside you. The city stretched out below like a vast playground, ripe for rooftop running and endless acrobatics.

"Keeping up, Spider?" you called out as you vaulted over a ventilation unit.

"You wish!" he shot back, using his webs to propel himself forward in an intricate flip.

You laughed brightly, caught up in the sheer exhilaration of moving in tandem with your partner. There was an effortless flow between you, like you'd been doing this together for years rather than mere days.

At one point, Miles swooped down and snaked an arm around your waist mid-swing, pulling you flush against him as you sailed through the air together. Your startled laugh quickly melted into a grin as you gazed up at him.

"Slick moves there, Spider-Man," you purred.

"You know me," he replied with a rakish grin behind the mask. "Always looking to sweep a girl off her feet."

You rolled your eyes at his cheesy line, but leaned in to press a swift kiss against his masked cheek nonetheless. "My hero."

His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, keeping you secure in his grip as you continued your high-flying journey through the cityscape. Teasing banter and shared laughs filled the air between you, a heady mix of flirtation and deep comfort.

At one point, you scaled to the top of a skyscraper, settling comfortably side-by-side on a raised ledge to catch your breath. The city spread out before you in a glittering tapestry of lights.

"Not a bad way to end the day, eh Spider-Man?" you remarked, gently nudging him with your elbow.

He turned to look at you, his expression warm even behind the mask. "Best day ever, if you ask me."

You felt your cheeks flush a bit at his tender tone. Impulsively, you reached out and traced the contours of his mask. "You know…we don't have to hide behind these when we're together."

Miles was quiet for a beat, searching your eyes, then slowly pulled off his mask. You followed suit, both of you shedding your secret identities for a few precious moments.

"Just Miles and y/n," he said softly, cupping your cheek.

You leaned into his touch with a contented sigh. "Just us."

As the sun began to set over the city skyline, you nestled close to him, drinking in the tranquility and joy of simply being together without secrets or personas between you. His arm draped comfortably around your shoulders, holding you near.

In that moment, you felt an overwhelming sense of peace and belonging wash over you. No matter what adventures lay ahead, you knew you would face them all by Miles' side – as partners, as heroes, as something more.

The days and nights that followed were a whirlwind of crimefighting, rooftop escapades, and a deepening connection between you and Miles. During the day at school, it was an intricate dance of lingering looks, inside jokes, and casual intimacies that went unnoticed by your peers.

But once you donned your masks and took to the city streets, everything amplified tenfold. You moved in perfect synchronicity, covering each other's blind spots and trading off quips like you'd been doing it your whole lives. There was a trust, an almost telepathic bond, that only strengthened with each passing night.

One evening found the two of you perched on the ledge of an office tower, idly swinging your legs back and forth as you gazed out over the twinkling cityscape.

"Some night, huh?" Miles remarked, his shoulder brushing against yours.

You hummed in agreement, tilting your head slightly to rest on his shoulder. "Like something out of a comic book."

"Hey, if this was a comic, we'd definitely be the most badass hero team ever," he chuckled.

Rolling your eyes fondly, you playfully shoved his arm. "As if you weren't already an egomaniac in that Spider-suit."

"Oh, like you're one to talk, Miss Cat Burglar Bombshell," he shot back with a laugh.

"Hey now, no calling me bombshell unless you can back it up, Spider-stud," you purred, delighting in the way his cheeks flushed beneath his mask.

Miles sputtered for a moment before regaining his composure, scooting closer until your sides were pressed flush together. "Is that a challenge?"

You grinned wickedly, biting your lower lip. "Maybe it is. What are you gonna do about it?"

His response was to suddenly lean in and capture your lips in a heated kiss, his fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened the embrace. You melted against him with a soft hum of pleasure, returning the kiss with equal fervor.

When you finally parted, both slightly breathless, you gazed at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "Well…I'll admit, you've got some moves there, Spider-Man."

"Oh, I'm just getting started," he murmured, the rumble of his voice sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

You gazed at him with a mixture of desire and determination. As intense as this intimate connection was, you knew there was still unfinished business to attend to.

"Miles…" you began, gently extracting yourself from his embrace. "We should talk about Kingpin."

He nodded soberly, the playful moment passing as you both refocused. With a quick scaling of the nearby edifice, you settled cross-legged atop the highest point, the city laid out before you.

"What do we know?" Miles asked, all business now.

You pursed your lips. "He's been keeping a low profile since his release on probation, but my sources say he's planning something big. There's a charity gala two nights from now - he'll be in attendance to maintain appearances."

"A gala, huh?" Miles mused. "Seems like the perfect place for him to make a power play of some kind."

"Exactly what I was thinking," you agreed grimly. "If we can get inside, catch him off-guard while he's making whatever move he's planning…"

Miles looked at you sharply. "You mean infiltrate the gala? As civilians?"

"It's our best shot to get close without him suspecting," you reasoned. "I can get us credentials, play the role of your plus-one or something."

He was quiet for a long moment, conflicted. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh. "Okay. Okay, we'll do it your way. Just…promise you'll be careful?"

You reached out and squeezed his hand reassuringly. "I'm too strong to be in danger, spidey"

The set of his jaw softened slightly as he gave your hand a reciprocating squeeze. "Meh..."

--

That night at the opulent charity gala, Miles stood outside the grand entrance, tugging at the collar of his perfectly tailored tuxedo. His eyes scanned the arriving guests, searching for a familiar face amidst the sea of designer gowns and outlandish jewelry.

Then, his breath caught in his throat as you appeared, a vision in black that made his heart skip a beat. The sleek, floor-length dress hugged every delicious curve, the plunging neckline leaving just enough to the imagination. Your hair was swept up in an elegant updo, tendrils framing your face and collarbone enticingly.

As you drew nearer, Miles drank in every detail - the sway of your hips, the smoky eye makeup that made your eyes seem to smolder, the deep crimson of your painted lips. When your gazes finally met, you offered him a coquettish smile that made his mouth go dry.

"See something you like, Spider-Man?" you purred once within earshot.

He swallowed hard, completely transfixed. "I…uh…wow. You look…incredible."

Chuckling softly, you did a little spin, letting the dress's skirt flare out dramatically. "You clean up pretty nicely yourself, hot stuff. Shall we?"

Miles managed to regain some composure, offering his arm gallantly. "After you, mi'lady."

You thrilled at the spark of desire in his eyes as you looped your arm through his, leaning in just a bit closer than propriety dictated. With a shared, conspiratorial grin, you led the way inside, ready to begin the night's risky mission.

The hotel's grand ballroom was a lavish display of opulence - glittering chandeliers, towering floral displays, and a seemingly endless supply of champagne. The city's wealthiest elite mingled and air-kissed, comparing outrageous jewelry and rumor-trading over tiny hors d'oeuvres.

You couldn't resist a disdainful sniff as you surveyed the pompous scene. "Vultures, all of them."

"Be nice," Miles murmured beside you with a faint smirk. "We're two of those vultures tonight, remember?"

"Hmm, I prefer to think of myself as more of a sexy panther amongst flamingos," you rejoined with a wink, delighting in the way his cheeks flushed ever so slightly.

True to form, your banter and casual flirtation continued throughout the evening as you mingled seamlessly with the gala crowd. You danced, you drank, you played the part of the coquettish socialite with her sophisticated beau to the nines.

All the while, your sharp eyes continuously tracked the towering figure of Wilson Fisk himself, looking for any indication of what dastardly plot he might have brewing. Miles was a solid, reassuring presence at your side, the two of you anticipating action with every fiber of your being.

The pivotal moment came when you noticed Kingpin breaking away from the main party, slipping off down an empty hallway with two scantily clad young women hanging on his arms. His expression was one of smug satisfaction, utterly unconcerned with keeping up pretenses any longer.

You felt a hot rush of fury grip your insides at the sight - this man who had destroyed your life, threatened everything you loved, and now he got to openly indulge like some kind of despotic sultan. The white-hot rage blinded you for a moment, allowing your careful persona to slip.

"That putrid, misogynistic bastard," you seethed under your breath, fists clenching involuntarily.

Miles looked at you sharply, instantly picking up on the dangerous shift in your demeanor. "Y/N…what are you--"

But you were already moving, slinking away and following Kingpin's path with the cold precision of a panther stalking its prey. Miles had no choice but to hurry after you, wincing at the way you practically kicked in the heavy door behind which Kingpin had disappeared.

The scene that greeted you was just as sordid as you'd expected - Kingpin reclining in a plush armchair, the two buxom beauties fawning over him as he guffawed with grotesque pleasure. The sight made your stomach churn with disgust and renewed fury.

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite little wildcat," Kingpin sneered once the shock wore off, not even bothering to rise from his debauched position. "To what do I owe this rude interruption?"

In one smooth, practiced movement, you reached beneath the flowing fabric of your gown, withdrawing the compact pistol and twin blades you had concealed there. Your eyes were cold, hard, the eyes of someone pushed to the very brink.

"Get. Out," you hissed at the two women, who scattered like terrified pigeons at the sight of your weapons.

Kingpin watched them go with idle amusement slowly morphing into wariness as he regarded you. "Is there…a problem, my dear?"

"A problem?" You laughed then, a hollow, bitter sound that seemed to reverberate off the walls. "You RUINED me, you sick son of a bitch! You destroyed my life, my family…and now I get to watch you flaunt your power and privilege like you're some untouchable king?!"

In the corner of the room, Miles hovered uncertainly, clearly distressed by the volatile situation and the dangerous glint in your eye. "Y/N…let's not do anything rash here…"

But you paid him no heed, stalking closer to Kingpin with your weapons at the ready, punctuating every biting word. "I should have put you in the ground when I had the chance, instead of going soft."

The crime lord rose to his feet then, immense figure looming as he glared his own fury down at you. "You insolent little gnat! You should have learned your place the first time."

"My place?" you spat the words with venom. "I'll show you exactly where my place is!"

With that, you lashed out with one of your blades, a screeching cry of pure rage tearing from your lips. Kingpin reacted with surprising swiftness for his size, deflecting the strike and countering with a meaty fist aimed at your temple.

You dodged and the battle was joined in earnest. Miles leapt into the fray as well, trying desperately to subdue both you and Kingpin before the clashing titans did too much destruction. But you were like a force of nature unleashed, a maelstrom of blades and gunfire as you ducked, rolled, and struck out with cold precision.

"After everything you've taken from me…" CRACK! Your pistol butt connected with Kingpin's jaw, rocking his massive frame. "…you parade around like you're somebody!"

Your words dripped with acid as you rained down a series of slashing attacks, managing to open a long gash across his chest. Kingpin bellowed in pain and fury, lumbering towards you with terrifying single-mindedness.

"You are NOTHING, girl!" he thundered, huge hands grasping for your throat. "Just a replaceable speck I should have crushed a long time ago!"

You snarled wordlessly, ducking and ramming your blades towards his exposed stomach. He twisted at the last second and the blades lodged deep in his thigh instead with a meaty thunk, earning another roar of pain.

"Y/N! This has gone far enough!" Miles was at your side again, grasping your arm urgently even as Kingpin staggered back, dazed. "Killing him like this isn't the answer! Think about what you're doing!"

For a suspended breath, you were frozen, chest heaving as your eyes met Miles' - your rage and his concern warring within you. Slowly, you lowered your weapons, gritting your teeth.

"He took…everything…" you choked out, voice cracking with a sudden upwelling of heartbroken emotion.

Miles was there then, arms wrapped tight around you as his mouth found yours in a desperate, needful kiss. You clung to him fiercely, trembling in the emotional wake of the fury that had consumed you.

When you finally parted, his gaze smoldered into yours with an intensity that made your knees weak. "I know, chica…I know. But not like this, okay?"

His thumb tenderly brushed away a tear you hadn't realized had fallen as your expression crumpled with shame, relief, and a dozen other powerful emotions swirling within you.

The sounds of the S.W.A.T team swarming into the room barely registered at first. It was only when Kingpin was being wrestled away, defeat and loathing etched across his bloodied features, that the weight of what had transpired seemed to settle upon your shoulders.

Miles kept you tucked protectively against his side as the officers secured the crime scene, barking orders and questions that faded into background noise. All that mattered in that moment was his solid presence anchoring you, grounding you after the maelstrom of emotion that had threatened to sweep you away entirely.

"I've got you," he murmured into your hair, the words laden with bone-deep reassurance. "It's over now."

You nodded mutely, unable to find your voice just yet as you focused on steadying your ragged breathing. The adrenaline coursing through your veins made you feel almost lightheaded in the aftermath.

It wasn't until a gruff officer tried to separate the two of you that you found your steel again. "Like hell," you growled out.

The cop opened his mouth, undoubtedly to protest, but Miles raised a calming hand. "It's okay, officer. She's…she's with me. We'll cooperate fully, but you're not separating us right now."

His tone brokered no argument and after studying the two of you - Miles in his slightly disheveled tux, you in your sleek black gown now torn in several places with spatters of Kingpin's blood - the officer seemed to decide it wasn't worth the hassle. With a curt nod, he motioned for you both to follow him out.

The gala crowd was abuzz with chaotic whispers and thinly-veiled accusations as you and Miles strode through the ballroom. Heads turned, fingers pointed, but you kept your chin high, shoulders squared in defiant posture. At your side, Miles perfectly mirrored your proud, uncompromising mien - the picture of unshakable unity.

Only once you reached the exterior, the cool night air caressing your flushed skin, did you finally allow the first hint of a tremor to show. Miles halted immediately, turning to face you with tender concern.

"Hey…you still with me, ma?" His fingers gently brushed the hair back from your face, dark eyes searching yours intently.

You managed a shaky nod, the corner of your mouth tugging upwards in a rueful half-smile. "Y-yeah…I'm good, Miles. Just still coming down from the adrenaline rush of kicking that asshole's ass."

Miles chuckled softly at that, cradling your face in his palms as he studied you adoringly. "God, you were amazing in there - fucking beautiful and terrifying all at once." His voice dropped to an intimate murmur, sending a delicious frisson cascading down your spine. "You have no idea how hot it was watching you fight like that."

Your smirk gained a more impish edge as you arched a challenging brow at him. "Oh? I think I might have a clue…" With that flirtatious purr, you seized him by the lapels of his jacket and pulled him into a searing kiss, unmindful of their surroundings or the murmuring crowd.

Miles responded ardently, arms banding around your waist to crush your bodies flush together as the kiss deepened with unrestrained want. When you finally parted, both were flushed and slightly breathless from shared desire.

"How's that for a clue, Mr. Morales?" you husked, smiling at the way your words made his pupils flare.

"Chica, you are playing with fire," he growled in response, punctuating the heated promise with another demanding kiss before forcing himself to take a reluctant step back. "But as much as I want to take you home and ravage you senseless in that dress, we've got cleanup to handle first."

You bit your lip with a playful grin, giving him an utterly shameless once-over that made heat flare in his gaze anew. "Mmm, now there's an incentive to behave myself for once. Let's get this over with so you can cash in on that ravaging you promised."

Miles groaned exaggeratedly, pulling you close once more to trail tantalizing kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck and jaw. "You're going to be the death of me, y/n…the absolute death of me…"

The swing back to your apartment seemed to take forever, the heated tension between you and Miles practically crackling in the night air. His arm was banded securely around your waist as you clung to him, the thrill of the gala confrontation still humming in your veins.

By the time he landed deftly on your fire escape, you were practically vibrating with a heady mixture of residual adrenaline and arousal. The moment your feet touched down, you turned and seized him by the lapels of his jacket, backing him up against the railing as you crushed your mouth to his hungrily.

Miles met your passion with equal fervor, fingers tangling in your hair to angle your head for deeper exploration. You moaned softly into the liplock, pressing your lithe body flush against the hard planes of his as the kiss turned molten.

"Inside…" he rasped out when you briefly parted for air, dark eyes heavy-lidded with lust. "Need you…now…"

You offered no argument, simply grasped his wrist and tugged him insistently towards the window you'd left unlocked. Miles followed without hesitation, his free hand roving over your curves in a way that made you shiver with keen anticipation.

The two of you tumbled through the window in a heated embrace, all tangled limbs and roaming caresses as Miles kicked it shut behind you. You backed him up against the nearest wall, devouring his lips again in a messy, needful kiss.

"The way you…fought tonight…" he groaned against your mouth when you trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along the stubbled hinge of his jaw. "So fucking fierce, mami…so strong…"

A low, throaty chuckle rumbled from you at the reverent praise, your nimble fingers already working at loosening his emerald tie. "You know what they say - fury is an aphrodisiac."

Miles hissed sharply as you nipped at the sensitive hollow beneath his ear, his hands flexing against the flare of your hips almost desperately. "Whatever rage was fueling it, it made you the sexiest goddamn thing I've ever seen. I could barely keep my hands off you back there."

"Then don't," you murmured, voice dropping into a sultry register that never failed to make his pupils blow wide with want.

That was all the encouragement Miles needed. With a low, rumbling groan, he hauled you up, your legs automatically banding around his waist as he pinned you to the wall. His mouth found that sensitive spot on your neck, worrying the sensitive flesh there with lips and teeth until you whimpered.

"Miles…yes…oh fuck, just like that, baby…"

You reveled in the exquisite friction of his clothed arousal grinding against your heated core as your hips undulated in a filthy grind. Everywhere his hands roved left trails of delicious fire in their wake - over the swell of your breasts, the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of heated exploration, you reached between your bodies to fumble with the button of his trousers. Miles sucked in a sharp breath at your featherlight ministrations, dipping his head to capture your lips in another searing liplock.

"I need you…" he rasped harshly when you broke apart, forehead pressed to yours as you slowly, torturously dragged his zipper down.

Rather than reply with words, you simply flashed him a wicked smirk and arched invitingly against him in silent acquiescence. That was all the cue Miles needed to divest both of you of your remaining clothes in a flurry of heated impatience.

Finally, blissfully skin-to-skin, he hoisted you up once more, your legs locking around his waist as he sank into your welcoming heat with a guttural groan of relief. You matched his desperate noises with whimpers of your own, reveling in the scorching stretch of him filling you so completely.

"Oh god…yes…fuck me, Miles…" you keened, throwing your head back against the wall with abandon. "Fuck me like you mean it…"

He needed no further urging, hips snapping in a deep, pounding cadence that quickly reduced you to a quivering, whimpering mess. There was no slow build, no teasing exploration - this was pure, unrestrained passion unleashed in its most primal form.

"Look at me…" Miles commanded in a low rasp, his thrusts punishingly deep and relentless. When you forced your eyes open to meet his smoldering gaze, he groaned deep in his chest. "That's it, ma…let me see those pretty eyes when I make you fall apart…"

A tremulous whine escaped your parted lips at his heated words, your fingers scrabbling at the tense muscles of his back in search of purchase. The sensations built higher and higher, the wet sounds of your joining obscenely loud in the quiet room.

"I'm…Miles, I'm gonna--" was all the warning you could gasp out before your climax detonated violently. You shuddered and arched with a broken cry, inner walls fluttering maddeningly around his rigid length as wave after wave of delirious pleasure crested over you.

Miraculously, impossibly, Miles only seemed to find his rhythm more relentless in the wake of your release. He pounded into your twitching, overstimulated form with reckless abandon, lips trailing hot, openmouthed kisses wherever he could reach.

"Not…done…with you yet…" he growled against the sweat-slicked hollow of your throat, grazing his teeth in a way that made you whimper deliriously. "Not…by a longshot…want you…screaming…"

True to his word, Miles's thrusts began finding that perfect angle deep inside you, nudging against that sensitive bundle of nerves again and again until a new crest started building once more. Your hands fisted in his hair, your nails scored lines of delicious heat down his back, but still he drove into you with unrelenting purpose.

"Oh god…oh fuck…yes, Miles! Right there, baby…gonna…come again!" you wailed out, so completely undone and far beyond caring how loud you were being.

He snarled out his own guttural noises of pleasure at your admission, hips snapping even more wildly now with impatience to make good on his promise. You could feel the trembling tension mounting in his corded frame, muscles knotted with exquisite strain as he held back for you.

When your second, even more intense orgasm finally peaked with a sobbing cry, your inner walls convulsing in rhythmic pulses around him, Miles let out a savage growl of gratification. His own climax barreled through him in hot spurts, his full-body shudder pressing your molten flesh together so tightly not even a whisper of air separated you for several deliriously long moments.

Gradually, as the tremors subsided and hot breaths puffed against overheated skin, your boneless frames slid to a tangled rest on the nearby bed, Miles still buried inside your fluttering depths. You lay there in sybaritic repletion, tracing idle patterns across each other's sweat-slicked flesh as your hammering heartbeats calmed.

"Christ…" you finally wheezed out, a deeply satisfied purr vibrating in your words. "I'm going to feel that in the morning."

You could feel more than hear Miles's rich chuckle against your neck, his lips brushing featherlight kisses in its wake. "Mmm…good. That was the idea, amor."

With seemingly bone-deep reluctance, he slipped free of your interlocked bodies, immediately hauling you close again as you both reveled in the tactile intimacy. Soothing caresses and murmured endearments passed between you in the afterglow, both drunk on the heady cocktail of desire, satisfaction, and indelible connection.

Miles was the one to finally rouse himself enough to reach for the discarded edge of bedsheet and tenderly dab at the glistening sheen of exertion on your skin. "You okay?" he rumbled in that low, husky register that still managed to make your toes curl.

You caught his wrist, pulling him down to nuzzle your nose against his affectionately. "I'm perfect, Miles…never better. As long as I've got you, I'll always be okay."

His features softened in a way that made your heart pang, warm adoration shining through as he ducked his head to capture your lips in a achingly tender kiss. "You've got me, mami - now and always."

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[chion3spid3r]

will love prevail ?

pairings : e1610!miles x blackcat!fem!reader

warnings : violence, mention of injuries and blood, gun, abduction and coercion, emotional distress, crime and theft.

summary : miles morales, the brooklyn spider-man, encounters black cat, a skilled thief who turns out to be a girl from his class...

word count : 2.9k

a/n : this is a story I wanted to do for a while, thats why i took long to write the first chapter but dw more to comeee ! enjoy your reading !

pt1 -> pt2

The moon hung low over Brooklyn, bathing the cityscape in an eerie glow and casting long, distorted shadows across the rooftops. The bustling city, usually vibrant and full of life, now seemed like a ghost town under the spectral light. Miles Morales, the new Spider-Man, swung silently between the buildings, his senses heightened and on high alert. Whispers of a high-profile theft had reached his ears, and a tingling sensation at the back of his neck told him that tonight would bring a confrontation he had been anticipating for days.

His premonition proved to be correct. As he perched atop a water tower, his keen eyes spotted a lithe figure moving with feline grace in the glow of a nearby rooftop skylight. Your sleek black suit hugged your form, accentuating every curve, while the white fur trim added a touch of elegance to your ensemble. Despite the mask obscuring your face, it was clear that your focus was solely on the task at hand – stealing a priceless diamond.

"Black Cat," Miles murmured under his breath, recognizing the notorious cat burglar. The name was whispered with a mix of respect and wariness, for he knew of your reputation all too well.

Without a sound, he dropped down behind you, his voice firm but calm as he announced his presence. "Planning a heist, are we?"

You whirled around, your eyes narrowing behind the mask as you took in the sight of the web-slinger. "Spider-Man. Didn't anyone teach you not to sneak up on a lady?"

"Didn't anyone teach you it's wrong to steal?" he retorted, taking a step closer, his body tense and ready for action. The air between them crackled with tension, each sizing the other up, anticipating the next move.

A smirk played across your lips, the expression almost feline in its quality. "It's not always black and white, hero." Your voice was smooth, carrying an undertone of amusement, as if the entire situation was just a game to you.

Before Miles could react, you turned on your heel and fled, your movements as graceful as a dancer's. Without hesitation, he shot a web at you, but you dodged it effortlessly, your agility matching his own. The chase was on.

You leapt across the rooftops, each movement a dance of agility and precision as you traded blows and taunts. The city below seemed to fade away, leaving only the thrill of the pursuit.

You led him through a gauntlet of urban obstacles. You vaulted over air conditioning units, slid under clotheslines, and even used the hanging fire escapes to swing yourself around tight corners. Your movements were fluid and precise, displaying a level of athleticism and agility that impressed even Miles.

"Too slow, Spider," you taunted, glancing back with a mischievous grin.

Miles responded with a burst of speed, launching himself off a rooftop and flipping through the air. He shot a web at your feet, trying to trip you up, but you saw it coming and flipped gracefully over the sticky strand. Landing on the next rooftop, you immediately spun and hurled a small metal disc at him.

Instinctively, Miles dodged to the side, but the disc exploded mid-air, releasing a blinding flash of light. He winced, his vision momentarily blurred, but his spider-sense kept him alert. He sensed you closing the distance, your silhouette barely visible against the afterimage of the flash.

You struck first, a rapid series of kicks aimed at his torso and head. Miles blocked and parried, countering with a punch that you deftly avoided. You were quick, almost impossibly so, and every movement was calculated to keep him off-balance.

"You're good," he admitted, ducking under a sweeping kick and attempting to web your feet again.

"Better than you," you retorted, catching his wrist mid-web and twisting it, forcing him to flip to avoid a dislocation. Using the momentum, you aimed a palm strike at his chest, sending him stumbling back.

He recovered quickly, launching himself into a spinning kick that connected with your side. You grunted, but rolled with the blow, using the momentum to spring backward and gain some distance. You paused for a moment, both breathing heavily, your eyes locked in a silent challenge.

"Not bad, Spider," you said, wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of your mouth. "But let's see how you handle this."

You pulled out a whip-like weapon, cracking it in the air with a sharp snap. The end glinted with some kind of metallic filament, and Miles knew it would be dangerous to get tangled up in it. He dodged the first strike, but you were relentless, your attacks coming faster and faster. He weaved and ducked, looking for an opening.

Finally, he saw his chance. As you brought the whip down in a wide arc, he rolled forward, coming up inside your guard. He grabbed your wrist, twisting it just enough to make you drop the whip, and then swept your legs out from under you. You hit the ground but immediately rolled to your feet, your eyes flashing with determination.

You clashed again, a flurry of blows and counters that left you both gasping for breath. Miles could feel his muscles burning, but he pushed through the fatigue, knowing he had to end this. In a final, desperate move, he managed to catch you off-guard, yanking off your mask with a swift, precise motion.

He froze, his heart skipping a beat as the face staring back at him was all too familiar. A girl from his freaking class.

Your eyes widened with recognition, but you quickly composed yourself, a confident smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. "Surprised, Spider-Man?" Your voice was a blend of challenge and familiarity, a reminder of the person you once were and the thief you had become.

Before he could respond or even process the shocking revelation, you dropped a smoke bomb, disappearing into the night and leaving Miles with more questions than answers. The smoke dissipated slowly, but the confusion in Miles's mind lingered, the image of your face etched into his memory.

The next day at school, Miles spotted you in class, but he acted as if nothing had happened, his mind still reeling from the previous night's encounter. He couldn't risk revealing his identity, not even to someone he had known and trusted. The weight of your secret identity as the elusive Black Cat hung heavily upon him, and he knew that your paths would inevitably cross again in the never-ending game of cat and mouse between hero and thief.

As he sat in class, he couldn't help but steal glances at you, wondering what had led you down this path. Each glance brought more questions: Why had you turned to a life of crime? How long had you been hiding this secret? And most importantly, what would he do when they met again? Miles knew that your relationship had forever changed, and the line between friend and foe had become dangerously blurred.

As the school day dragged on, Miles kept a watchful eye on you. You seemed normal, but he knew better. Something was off. During a particularly dull lecture, a faint buzzing caught his attention. Your watch was ringing. You glanced at it, your expression shifting to one of alarm, and quickly excused yourself from the classroom. Miles didn't waste a second. He slipped out, changed into his Spider-Man suit, and followed you.

He found you in an alley, nervously looking around as your watch projected an image of Kingpin, the infamous crime lord. "You're late," Kingpin's deep voice rumbled. "I don't tolerate delays."

"I had to be careful," you replied, your voice trembling slightly. "Spider-Man is onto me."

"Then deal with him," Kingpin growled. "Or I'll deal with you."

Before you could respond, Spider-Man swung down, landing between you and the projection. "I don't think so, Kingpin."

The hologram flickered and vanished. You looked both relieved and terrified. "Spider-Man, you shouldn't have—"

Miles cut you off, his voice stern and unwavering. "Why are you talking to Kingpin? What's going on?"

Miles tightened his grip, his eyes narrowing behind the mask. "Start talking. Now."

Your eyes darted around, searching for an escape, but there was none. "Listen Spidey, let me go or I'll get killed, I'm not laughing now."

He looked at you with a worried look on his face; he wasn't going to let you go.

You sighed, your shoulders slumping in defeat. "I didn't have a choice, Spider-Man. My father worked for Kingpin. He's dead because of him, and now he's threatening to kill me if I don't do what he says."

"Why didn't you come to me?" Miles asked, his voice softer now. "I could have helped you."

"You don't understand," you whispered. "Kingpin has eyes everywhere. He said if I tried to get help, he'd kill my father and everyone I care about. I couldn't risk it!"

Kingpin's voice boomed from the watch again, "Black Cat, I'll give you one minute."

"No no wait!" you yelled, your voice desperate. "Please, you have to believe me."

Miles looked at you, his mind racing. "I believe you. But we need a plan to take him down. Together."

Your eyes filled with hope and fear. "I…I don't know if we can. He's too powerful."

"We have to try," Miles insisted. "But first, you need to tell me everything. What has he asked you to do?"

You took a deep breath. "I've been gathering information on you, and giving it to him. He's been planning something big, but I don't know what. He keeps everything compartmentalized."

Miles nodded. "Okay. We need to get you somewhere safe, and then we'll figure out how to use this information against him."

"Please, Spider-Man," you begged, tears welling up in your eyes. "If he finds out I've betrayed him—"

"You're not alone in this anymore," Miles said firmly. "We'll take him down together."

Suddenly, the watch's projection flickered and died. Silence hung in the air, thick with tension and fear. Heavy footsteps echoed from the shadows. Kingpin stepped into the alley, his massive frame blocking the exit. His presence was menacing, his eyes cold and calculating. "I don't have time for this," he snarled, his gun aimed directly at you. "You're a traitor, collaborating with the enemy, and traitors pay with their lives."

"I'm not! I swear—" you started to say, but Spider-Man's grip loosened in shock. You took the chance and pulled away, but you were too slow. Kingpin's gun fired with a deafening crack. Miles leapt forward, but not in time to prevent the bullet from grazing your abdomen. You collapsed in his arms, blood staining your suit.

"Spider-Man," you whispered, your voice weak and full of pain. "Please, you have to go, he'll kill you."

"I can't do that," he said, his voice trembling. "You're not dying on my watch."

Kingpin growled and lunged at Spider-Man, who quickly placed you down gently. A fierce battle ensued, with Miles dodging and countering Kingpin's powerful blows. Despite his size, Kingpin was fast, but Spider-Man's agility and determination gave him the edge. After a few intense minutes, Miles managed to web Kingpin to a wall, incapacitating him for the moment.

Panting and bruised, Spider-Man rushed back to you. "Hold on," he said, his voice filled with urgency. He scooped you up and swung to a nearby rooftop, placing you down gently.

You were pale, your breath shallow. You coughed often, it was bad. "Miles," you whispered, your eyes fluttering. "I've always wanted love, I'll die before even having my first kiss, what an irony…"

"That's bullshit," he replied, tears welling up in his eyes. "Y-you're not dying on me."

With determination, he lifted his mask just enough to press his lips to yours. The kiss was tender, desperate, and tinged with the metallic taste of blood. Your eyes fluttered shut during the kiss, and you passed out.

"No…no no no no, stay with me, stay here!" he murmured, his voice breaking. He quickly swung towards the nearest hospital, landing at the entrance as people gathered, whispering and pointing. The sight of Spider-Man, blood smeared on his lips and yours, was striking.

He rushed you inside, shouting for help. Nurses and doctors quickly took you from his arms, and he watched as they wheeled you away. The crowd outside grew larger, murmuring about the blood-stained kiss. Miles stood there, his heart pounding, hoping with every fiber of his being that you would survive.

The minutes felt like hours as he paced the waiting room, the images of the day replaying in his mind. The nurses and doctors rushed past him, their faces set in determined lines. Every now and then, he caught a glimpse of concerned looks thrown his way.

Finally, a doctor approached him, her face a mask of professional calm. "Spider-Man," she said, "we've stabilized her, but she lost a lot of blood. She's going to need time to recover, but she'll make it."

Relief washed over Miles like a wave. "Thank you," he breathed, feeling the tension drain from his body.

As he stood there, he overheard snippets of conversations around him. People were talking about the kiss, about how Spider-Man had saved you, and the blood that had smeared between you both. It was a scene that would not be forgotten easily.

Miles found a quiet corner and sank into a chair, his thoughts a whirlwind. He replayed the moment of the kiss in his mind, the desperation in your voice, and the look in your eyes. He knew that they still had much to discuss, and that your connection to Kingpin needed to be unraveled. But for now, he was just grateful that you were alive.

Miles visited the hospital every day, waiting for news. Every time he approached your room, his heart pounded with a mix of hope and fear. He brought flowers, books, and sometimes just his presence, sitting silently by your side, holding your hand as you lay unconscious. The doctors told him it would take time, and he clung to their words, hoping for a miracle. When you finally woke up, a wave of relief washed over him so powerful he had to hold back tears. It took a month, but you were strong enough to be discharged.

He waited outside the hospital, his heart racing as he paced back and forth. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden hue over the city. He wore his Spider-Man suit, the mask securely in place, concealing his emotions. When you finally emerged, your steps were slow and cautious, but your smile was weak yet genuine when you saw him.

"Hey," he said, his voice soft.

"Hey yourself," you replied, your voice carrying a hint of the old spark.

"Ready for a swing?" he asked, extending his hand.

You looked at his hand, then back at him, and nodded. "Yeah, I think I am."

With a gentle swoop, he wrapped an arm around your waist and shot a web to a nearby building. You soared through the sky, the cool evening breeze rustling your hair. The city below you was alive with lights and sounds, a stark contrast to the serenity you felt in each other's presence. You landed on the highest rooftop, where you often found solace. The view was breathtaking, the city lights twinkling like stars below.

Miles sat beside you on the rooftop, the city sprawled out below you like a glittering maze of lights. The cool night air whispered around you, but his concern for your wound weighed heavily on his mind. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked gently, his voice betraying the worry etched on his face.

You nodded, a faint smile touching your lips. "I'm alright. The doctors did a good job. It's healing."

He exhaled softly, his fingers tracing over where the wound had been, now concealed beneath your suit. "I'm sorry you had to go through all of this. None of it should have happened."

You looked at him, your eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and sadness. "It's not your fault. I chose this path, even if it wasn't really a choice at all."

"Why did you work for Kingpin?" he asked quietly, his gaze searching yours.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself to reveal the truth you had carried alone for so long. "My father… he was a thief. Always was, since I can remember. He taught me everything, how to be quick, how to be silent. I thought it was just a game, a way to bond with him. But he was working with Kingpin long before I was even born, and even promised me to him to be the next Black Cat. And then, when he grew too old to keep up, Kingpin… he killed him."

Miles felt a pang in his chest, hearing the pain in your voice. "And then he took you in," he murmured, more statement than question.

You nodded, tears shimmering in your eyes. "He took me, trained me. He made me into Black Cat. Promised my father's skills and my loyalty before I even knew what was happening. All I ever wanted was to be a hero, to do good."

"You are a hero," Miles insisted, his voice firm with conviction. "Despite everything, you've saved lives. You've helped people."

You shook your head, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. "At what cost? How many lies have I lived? How many people have suffered because of me?"

He reached out, gently cupping your cheek, his touch warm against your skin. "You're not alone in this anymore. We'll find a way to make things right, together."

Tears spilled down your cheeks, and you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes briefly. "I'm scared, I don't know if I can face him again."

"You don't have to face him alone," he whispered, his thumb brushing away your tears. "I'll be there with you, every step of the way."

You sat in silence for a moment, the weight of your shared burdens hanging between you. Finally, you looked up at him, your eyes searching his. "…Can I trust you?"

He met your gaze unwaveringly. "With everything."

You hesitated for a moment, then reached up to unfasten the mask that concealed your face. As it slipped off, your features softened, vulnerability shining through. "I'm y/n," you said softly, your voice barely a whisper.

He swallowed, his heart racing as he reached up to remove his own mask, revealing his face to you for the first time. "I'm Miles," he replied, his voice gentle yet resolute.

You stared at each other, your masks now discarded, laying bare your true selves. You reached out, taking his hand in yours. "Thank you, Miles. For everything."

He squeezed your hand, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Thank you, y/n. For trusting me."

You sat close together, your shoulders touching as you watched the city below, the night sky stretching endlessly above you. In that moment, you weren't superheroes burdened by duty or past mistakes. You were just two people, finding solace and understanding in each other's presence.

"I never thought I'd find someone who understands," you murmured, breaking the comfortable silence.

"You're not alone anymore," Miles said softly. "We'll figure this out together. And we'll make sure Kingpin pays for everything he's done."

You nodded, determination flickering in your eyes. "Together," you echoed, a sense of hope blooming within you.

As you sat there, wrapped in each other's warmth and acceptance, you knew that your journey ahead wouldn't be easy. But as long as you faced it together, you were ready to rewrite your story, to carve out a future where you could be the heroes you had always dreamed of becoming.

Over the next few weeks, you and Miles formulated a plan. Using the information you had gathered for Kingpin, you were able to uncover his major operations and weaknesses. It was a risky gambit, but you were determined to bring him down once and for all.

The night before the big confrontation, you met Miles on that same rooftop overlooking the city. The air was thick with anticipation and apprehension.

"Are you ready for this?" Miles asked, his voice laced with concern as he took your hand.

You squeezed his hand, steadying your nerves. "As ready as I'll ever be. We have to do this, Miles. For my father…for everyone Kingpin has hurt."

He nodded solemnly. "I'll be right by your side. No matter what happens."

Leaning in, you pressed your forehead to his, drawing strength from his presence. "Thank you," you whispered. "For everything."

The next night, you infiltrated Kingpin's compound, slipping through the shadows like the skilled thief you were. Miles provided support, taking out guards and clearing a path for you to reach Kingpin's inner sanctum.

The confrontation was intense, a clash of wits and brawn as you faced your former master. Kingpin was a formidable foe, his bulk and strength almost overwhelming. But you fought with a ferocity born of years of pain and oppression, determined to break free from his grasp once and for all.

In the end, it was Miles who landed the decisive blow, webbing Kingpin and leaving him vulnerable. As the authorities swarmed in to arrest the crime lord, you stood there, chest heaving, a mixture of triumph and disbelief washing over you.

"It's over," Miles said, his voice quiet yet filled with wonder. "You're free, y/n."

Tears streamed down your face as the weight of those words sank in. You turned to him, throwing your arms around his neck and holding him tight. "Thank you," you whispered fiercely. "I couldn't have done this without you."

He returned the embrace, his arms enveloping you with a sense of safety and belonging. "You were the brave one," he murmured. "I was just here to support you."

As you pulled back, your eyes met his, a lifetime of understanding passing between you. Without hesitation, you leaned in and kissed him, pouring every ounce of gratitude and affection into that single moment.

When you finally parted, breathless and grinning, you saw the city stretched out before you, a tapestry of lights and possibilities...

*to be continued*

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[chion3spid3r]

dating prowler miles

pairings : e42!miles x fem!reader

warning : possessiveness, suggestive, suggestive talks, competitiveness, emotional talks

summary : what’s like to be the girlfriend of Miles

wc : 2.2k

a/n : if I did e1610!miles, I need to do e42!miles obviously.

bf!miles who would who will intimidate any man who approaches you with just a glance—a skill honed from years of being street-smart and cautious. One evening, your boyfriend Miles is hanging out with you when a guy you knew said hi. Without hesitation, he shoot the guy a quick, icy stare. Miles, always protective, make the guy run far from the two of you,

"Miles, damn he's my cousin!" Miles looks sheepish for a moment, then can't help but chuckle nervously at the misunderstanding. "My bad, babe. You know I gotta keep you safe though," he says, half-jokingly, knowing your ability to handle yourself but still wanting to look out for you.

bf!miles who would whisper to you spanish sweet nothings. Though Miles projects a tough guy image on the streets, he has an incredibly gentle side that only you get to see. Every night as you lay cuddled up in his arms, he murmurs tender Spanish endearments and flirty phrases in your ear. His voice is deep and soothing, the cadences and lilts of the Spanish words wrapping around you like a warm blanket. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest and the rumbling timbre of his voice lull you into a state of complete security and peace.

bf!miles who would bring you to arcade dates. Miles can be incredibly competitive, especially when it comes to video games. He loves taking you to the local arcade for dates and showing off his gaming prowess. He gets an adorable swell of pride on his face when he's dominating the high scores on his favorite games. One evening, however, you ended up beating not just his high score but his skills overall on the arcade's most popular game. Miles' jaw dropped and he tried to play it cool, insisting he'd never really practiced that game before. But you could see the look of shocked impressed behind his eyes,

bf!miles who would give you late night visits. After his nightly patrols, Miles often finds himself tapping at your bedroom window in the early hours of the morning. He'll slip inside, wearing prowler suit and looking exhausted. For Miles, these quiet, intimate moments are a sanctuary where he can be vulnerable and find comfort and solace after a difficult patrol.

"Sorry for waking you up, ma" he'll murmur contritely, running a hand through his messy braids. But you don't mind at all - in fact, you live for these late night visits. You guide him over to the bed and gently massage the tension from his shoulders and back as he recounts the events of his night.

bf!miles who would let you doing his hair braiding ritual. Miles takes great pride in his thick, braided hair and sees it as part of his identity. However, he only allows you and his mama to touch and style it - a sign of his deep trust.

Some evenings you'll sit on the bed behind him, carefully parting and braiding his hair, though your braiding skills admittedly still need some work. Miles will playfully wince and tease "Damn ma, you tryna rip my whole head off?" when you tug a little too hard on a section. But he remains patient, gently guiding your hands and giving you tips, until eventually the braid is neatly completed.

bf!miles who would never leave you with only a peck, for him, you directly make out. When Miles is feeling that fire for you, he doesn't hold back. His kisses start off soft and sweet but quickly deepen into something passionate and hungry.His intensity and desire for you is palpable and intoxicating.

When you look especially hot to him, he won't let you out. If you try to pull away, breathless, he growls "Stay right there, ma. Can't let you get away when you look that hot." He pulls you flush against his body, roaming hands leaving a trail of heat over your skin.

bf!miles who would discover secret places and bring you to them after he foud hem. In his nightly prowls around the city as the Prowler, Miles has discovered countless hidden gems - tucked away rooftops, winding alleyways, secret urban gardens and more. Whenever you've had a particularly stressful day, he'll surprise you by taking you on an impromptu exploration of these secret spots. Seeing the wonder and forgotten beauty of these places through Miles' perspective reminds you that even in the darkest of times, there's always light and enchantment to be found if you know where to look.

bf!miles who would buy you matching jordans. Both of you love to stunt, especially when it comes to your fresh kicks. One day Miles surprises you with a pair of brand new limited edition Jordans - except there's two pairs, one for each of you. He loves any opportunity to show the world that you're his girl. Rocking those matching kicks together is like a subtle claim staking your status as a couple.

bf!miles who wouldalways be a flirtatious teaser. Miles, before you two became a couple, loved to tease and get a riled reaction out of you. Whether it's mocking your Spanish accent (despite the fact that he has one too) or sneaking up behind you to grip your hips and press himself against you, he's constantly pushing your buttons in that flirtatious way of his. Part admiration, part purely carnal desire, Miles never lets too much time pass without reminding you just how much he wants you.

"You know how Latinas turn me on, ma. And you ain't no exception," he'll murmur in your ear, his voice dropping into that deep, rumbly register that makes you shiver.

bf!miles who would let you makeup him despite his boredom. Miles projects a tough, macho image, so you're surprised when he begrudgingly agrees to let you experiment with makeup on him one day.

As you start applying foundation, he's already fidgeting and groaning. "Ma, you really gotta do that shit?" he protests, flinching when you get too close to his eyes with the brushes.

You laugh at his reaction. "Hold still, tough guy. Don't be such a baby about it."

Miles grumbles under his breath but remains on the bedr, letting out exaggerated sighs and complaints like "This makeup shit is for real uncomfortable" and "How do y'all deal with this every day?"

When you finally get to the false lashes, Miles outright balks. "Oh hell no, there's no way you're putting those spidery things anywhere near my eyes!"

You pout at him until he reluctantly gives in with an eye roll. "Aiight, aiight, just get it over with quick."

As you meticulously apply the faux lashes, Miles stays uncharacteristically still and tense, grousing things like "This better not leave me with no lashes after" and "Not a damn word about this to the guys, a'ight?"

Once it's all done, he examines his made-up look in the mirror, trying to play it cool even as you catch him giving a subtle smile.

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[chion3spid3r]

revealed claws

pairings : e42!miles x fem!reader

warnings : physical injury, slight mention of blood, betrayal (trust issues)

wc : 1k

summary : you find out that miles is the prowler

a/n : first lil drabble, I had some ideas for this scenario 😙

In the dim glow of miles morales' bedroom, you lounged comfortably on his bed, waiting for him to return with snacks for your Netflix and chill night. miles, your boyfriend of two years, was a charming guy—smart, possessive, and always attentive to your needs. the kind of man who made you feel protected and adored. little did you know, he had another side to him, a secret identity as the prowler, a vigilante who patrolled the city streets at night, fighting crime.

as you reclined against the pillows, idly scrolling through your phone, miles entered the room with an assortment of candies, chips, and popcorn. his warm, infectious smile lit up his handsome features as he set down the snacks on the nightstand. "got all our favorites, mami," he grinned, plopping down next to you and handing you a bag of gummy bears—your weakness.

"thanks, babe," you replied, leaning in for a quick kiss before he suggested, "yo ma, can you grab my hoodie from the closet? it's gettin' a lil chilly in here."

nodding, you got up and headed to his closet, fumbling around until you found his familiar faded hoodie draped over a chair. as you reached for it, something else caught your eye—a dark, sleek object hidden among his clothes, partially obscured by a hanging shirt. curiosity piqued, you pulled it out, only for a sharp, metallic claw to slice across your cheek with surprising force.

"ouch!" you cried out, dropping the object in surprise as you instinctively touched your stinging face. warm blood trickled down, and you could feel a deep cut just below your eye.

instantly, miles was at your side, his expression a mix of concern and alarm. "oh shit, what happened? you aight, ma?" he asked urgently, gently brushing your hand away to inspect the injury. his brow furrowed as he took in the severity of the cut.

"i-i don't know," you stammered, tears welling up from the pain and shock. "i cut myself on something in your closet." you gestured weakly toward the fallen object, your voice trembling.

miles's eyes widened as he spotted the metallic claw, gleaming ominously in the room's soft light. his face paled, and he hesitated, torn between revealing the truth and protecting his secret identity—the one he had kept so carefully hidden from you all this time.

before he could react or formulate an excuse, you caught sight of his expression—the flicker of guilt and apprehension that crossed his features confirmed your worst suspicions. you felt your stomach drop as the realization hit you like a punch to the gut.

"is this… from the prowler?" you asked quietly, your voice barely above a whisper as you struggled to keep it from trembling.

miles sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping as he nodded reluctantly. the cat was out of the bag, and there was no going back now. "yeah, it is. i… didn't mean for you to find out like this, mami."

tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to process everything, the sting of betrayal cutting deeper than any physical wound. "you're the prowler? how could you keep this from me, miles? we're supposed to trust each other!"

your words seemed to pierce his heart, and his expression crumpled with guilt and remorse. "i know, ma," he said softly, using his endearing nickname for you in an attempt to soothe the situation. "but i couldn't risk your safety. didn't want you worryin' or gettin' involved in this dangerous part of my life."

anger bubbled up inside you, mixing with the pain of betrayal and the lingering adrenaline from the injury. "so what? you was just gonna keep lyin' to me forever?"

miles reached out to cup your face gently, his touch surprisingly tender despite the tension between you. his thumb brushed away a stray tear, and you found yourself leaning into his familiar warmth despite your conflicted emotions.

"nah, mami, never that. i just… wanted to protect you from all of this. but i should've trusted you enough to keep it real witchu." his deep brown eyes searched yours, full of sincerity and regret.

you pulled away slightly, still hurt but unable to deny the love and concern in his gaze. "i get that you want to protect me, miles. but keeping such a big secret… it hurts. it makes me question everything."

he nodded solemnly, his heart clearly aching at the pain he had caused you. "i'm sorry, mi amor. should've been honest with you from the jump. you deserved to know the truth."

sighing deeply, you leaned into his touch once more, the anger slowly dissipating and being replaced by a sense of weary understanding. "promise me you won't shut me out again, even if you think it's for my own good. i need to be able to trust you fully, a'ight?"

miles nodded fervently, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he cradled you close. "i promise, mi vida. from now on, no more secrets between us. you'll know everythin' about my life—the good, the bad, and the superhero stuff, for real."

a small, shaky laugh escaped your lips at his attempt at humor, and you felt some of the tension ease between you. "a'ight, bet. but you owe me big time for this, prowler."

a relieved smile tugged at miles's lips as he wrapped his strong arms around you, holding you tight against his chest. "anythin' you want, ma. i'm all yours—the regular guy and the vigilante. no more divided loyalties, you feel me?"

and as you snuggled back into his warm embrace, inhaling his comforting scent, you felt the wounds—both physical and emotional—slowly begin to heal, leaving behind a newfound sense of trust and understanding between you and your vigilante boyfriend, miles morales, the one and only prowler of new york city. it wouldn't be easy, but with open communication and unwavering devotion, you knew you could overcome any challenge together, just like the dynamic duo you had become.

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[chion3spid3r]

tangled web

pairings : e1610!Milesxfem!reader

warnings : violence and threats, canon, strong language, romantic themes, injuries and peril, seemed abduction, physical intimacy, suggestive, emotional themes

summary : you fell for spiderman first and discover his identity

word count : 6.6k

a/n : ive been pretty though on the total of words, sorry lmaooo but i think its worth it, i was in full inspiration anywayyy good reading if you dare reading all of this lmao

the city of Brooklyn buzzed with the usual hustle and bustle, the streets alive with the chatter of everyday life. high above, the sky glowed with the soft hues of the setting sun, casting long shadows that danced across the busy sidewalks. among the throng of people, you made your way home from work, your thoughts occupied with the mundane details of your day. you were just another face in the crowd, blending in seamlessly with the flow of the city.

Spider-man swung gracefully between the towering buildings, his keen eyes scanning the streets below. he had been patrolling for hours, looking for any signs of trouble. as he passed over a familiar neighborhood, he noticed a figure he recognized instantly. you, the girl who unknowingly held his heart, were walking alone. miles often found himself drawn to you, watching over you from the shadows. you were his grounding force, a reminder of the life he yearned for beyond the mask.

as you rounded a corner, a sinister figure emerged from the darkness. the villain, known as the prowler, had been stalking the streets for weeks, his intentions malicious and clear. without warning, he lunged at you, grabbing your arm with a vice-like grip. panic surged through your veins as you struggled against his hold, your cries for help swallowed by the city’s indifferent noise.

Spiderman’ spider-sense tingled with urgency. his heart pounded in his chest as he changed direction mid-swing, honing in on the source of the danger. within seconds, he was above the scene, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the prowler threatening you. rage and fear intertwined within him, driving him to act.

“hey, ugly! why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” Spider-man quipped as he descended, his voice carrying an edge of controlled fury.

the prowler turned, releasing you just as Spider-man’s web shot out, ensnaring the villain’s arm. you stumbled backward, your eyes wide with terror and confusion. you had never been this close to Spider-man before, and now, here he was, saving your life.

the fight between Spider-man and the prowler was fierce, a whirlwind of acrobatics and precision strikes. you watched in awe, your fear momentarily forgotten. you marveled at the hero’s agility and strength, each movement calculated yet fluid. it was as if he knew the villain’s every move before it happened.

just as it seemed Spider-man had the upper hand, the Prowler broke free from the webs, his eyes locking onto you with a malevolent gleam. with a swift, unexpected move, he hurled a piece of debris toward you. time seemed to slow as you saw the object hurtling towards you, your body frozen in place.

“y/n, watch out!” Spider-man’s voice rang out, filled with desperation and a familiarity that sent chills down your spine.

instinctively, you ducked, the debris missing you by mere inches. Spider-man lunged at the prowler with renewed intensity, the villain’s attack on you igniting a protective fury within him. in a flurry of blows, he subdued the prowler, webbing him up securely.

breathing heavily, spider-man turned to you, his masked face betraying no emotion, but his voice softening. “are you okay?”

you nodded, your mind racing. “how… how do you know my name?”

Spider-man hesitated for a fraction of a second. “i keep an eye on everyone in my city,” he replied cryptically. “you should get home. it’s not safe out here.”

before you could ask any more questions, he shot a web to a nearby building and swung away, leaving you standing there, bewildered and breathless. you watched him disappear into the night, your mind swirling with a thousand questions. how did he know your name? why did his voice sound so familiar?

as you walked home, your thoughts were consumed by the masked hero who had saved you. there was something about him that tugged at your heart, a connection you couldn’t quite explain. little did you know, the threads of fate were weaving a web that would bring you closer to the truth—and to the boy behind the mask.

Spiderman swung through the city, his heart heavy with the weight of his secret. he had almost blown his cover tonight, but hearing your name on his lips had felt right, even if it had risked everything. as he headed home, he couldn’t help but replay the moment in his mind, the fear in your eyes, the way you had looked at him.

the following morning, you walked through the gates of vision academy, still processing the events of the previous night. the academy's imposing architecture loomed above you, a blend of modern design and traditional elements that spoke of prestige and excellence. students bustled around, chatting about assignments, extracurricular activities, and the latest gossip. you made your way to your first class, your thoughts drifting back to the mysterious spider-man who had saved you.

in your classroom, the seats were filling up quickly. you took your usual spot near the window, your eyes absentmindedly scanning the room. a few seats away sat a boy you barely knew—Miles Morales. he was quiet, always keeping to himself, but there was something about him that intrigued you. you had noticed him glancing at you a few times, but you had never spoken.

the bell rang, signaling the start of the lesson. as the teacher began explaining the day's topic, your mind wandered back to spider-man's voice. the familiarity of it gnawed at you, a puzzle you couldn't quite solve. you were so lost in thought that you barely noticed when Miles abruptly stood up.

“i… i need to go,” Miles stammered, grabbing his bag and rushing out of the classroom without waiting for the teacher’s response.

you blinked in surprise, your curiosity piqued. you glanced out the window just in time to see a flash of red and black swinging past, followed by a strange, cow-like figure. your eyes widened as you recognized Spider-man and the bizarre villain he was fighting.

“y/n, d'you see that?” your friend, Emily, whispered urgently, leaning over from the adjacent desk. “it looked like Spider-man!”

“yeah, i saw,” you replied, your voice filled with wonder. “and that villain… it looked like a cow. wtf”

another friend, Alex, chimed in from the seat behind you. “i heard there's a new villain in town. they call him the ‘Spot.’ he’s supposed to be super strong and incredibly dumb.”

“the Spot? that's a weird name for a guy who looks like a cow,” you muttered, your eyes still glued to the scene unfolding outside.

Emily nodded, her eyes wide with excitement. “i know, right? but isn’t it crazy that Spider-man is fighting right outside our school? what if he gets hurt? what if—”

you cut her off, your voice firm. “Spider-man can handle himself. he always does.”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “you sound pretty sure of that. do you know something we don’t, y/n?”

caught off guard, you hesitated. “no, i just… i’ve read a lot about him. he’s saved so many people. i believe in him.”

Emily’s gaze softened. “yeah, you’re right. he’s a hero. but it’s still wild seeing him so close. i wonder who he really is under that mask.”

as the fight outside intensified, the class buzzed with chatter, students whispering excitedly about Spider-man and the mysterious Spot. your heart raced as you watched the hero swing gracefully through the air, his movements precise and calculated. there was something undeniably captivating about him, something that drew you in and made you want to know more.

suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the hallways, jolting everyone out of their seats. the teacher, looking both alarmed and curious, stepped out to investigate. you and your friends exchanged glances, your excitement palpable.

“do you think we’ll get to see Spider-man up close?” Alex asked, his eyes shining with anticipation.

“i hope so,” Emily replied, her voice a mix of fear and excitement. “but i also hope we don’t get caught in the middle of it.”

you bit your lip, your thoughts racing. you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to Spider-man than met the eye, and you were determined to uncover the truth. as the chaos outside continued, you made a silent vow to yourself: you would find out who spider-man really was, no matter what it took.

for now, though, you had to focus on the present. the fight outside was far from over, and the hero you admired was facing a formidable foe. with a mixture of fear and admiration, you watched as spider-man continued to battle the Spot, each move a testament to his skill and bravery.

as the day went on, your mind remained preoccupied with thoughts of Spider-man and the mystery surrounding him. little did you know, the answers you sought were closer than you could ever have imagined, hidden behind the quiet demeanor of the boy who had rushed out of class just moments before.

the rest of the day passed by in a blur for you, your mind preoccupied with the thought of Spider-man battling the Spot right outside your school. as the final bell rang, you found yourself rushing out of the building, determined to catch a glimpse of the hero in action.

the streets were abuzz with activity, the sounds of sirens blaring in the distance. your heart raced as you scanned the area, your eyes darting from rooftop to rooftop, searching for any sign of the web-slinger.

suddenly, a faint whimper echoed from a nearby alleyway, followed by a pained groan. without hesitation, you made your way toward the sound, my curiosity overriding your caution.

as your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, you gasped in shock. there, huddled against the wall, was Spider-man himself, his suit torn and a deep gash on his shoulder oozing blood.

"Spider-man!" you exclaimed, rushing to his side. "are you okay?"

the hero lifted his head, his masked gaze meeting yours. "well, well, if it isn't my favorite damsel in distress," he quipped, his voice laced with a playful tone despite the strain.

you rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. "hardly a damsel this time, Spidey. looks like you're the one in need of saving."

Spider-man chuckled, wincing slightly at the movement. "trust me, i've had worse. but i must admit, it's nice to have a pretty face come to my rescue for a change."

a blush crept onto your cheeks, but you refused to back down. "well, this pretty face isn't going to let you bleed out in some alley," you retorted, your voice firm yet gentle.

before Spider-man could protest, you carefully removed his glove, revealing a bruised and battered hand. "you need medical attention," you insisted, your eyes filled with concern.

Spider-man let out a dramatic sigh. "if you insist, but don't say i didn't warn you. i tend to be a difficult patient."

you arched an eyebrow, your lips curling into a mischievous smirk. "oh, i'm sure i can handle a tough guy like you. after all, i've already seen you at your most vulnerable."

Spider-man's laughter echoed through the alley, a rich and genuine sound that sent a flutter through your chest. "touché."

as you helped him to his feet, you couldn't help but steal glances at the masked hero, your curiosity burning brighter than ever. "so, Spidey, what's a guy like you doing in a place like this?" you teased, your tone light but your eyes searching for any hint of his true identity.

Spider-man met your gaze, his masked eyes twinkling with amusement. "well, you know how it is, saving the world one villain at a time. although, i must admit, this particular baddie had me a little more riled up than usual."

you nodded, your brow furrowing in concern. "the Spot, right? what's his deal, anyway? he didn't seem like your typical supervillain."

Spider-man let out a low whistle. "that guy's a real piece of work. crazy strong, and with a mean streak a mile wide. but don't worry, your friendly neighborhood spider-man has it all under control."

you couldn't help but roll your eyes playfully. "sure, sure, mr. hero. just try not to get yourself killed, alright? i'd hate to have to find a new superhero to swoon over."

Spider-man's laughter rang out once more, rich and infectious. "duly noted. i'll do my best to stay alive, if only to keep you swooning."

as you made our way out of the alley, i couldn't shake the nagging feeling that there was more to Spider-man than met the eye. you had always been drawn to a good mystery, and this one was proving to be more intriguing than any you had encountered before.

who was this man beneath the mask? what drove him to put his life on the line for strangers day after day? and why did his voice sound so hauntingly familiar?

as you turned the corner, your breath caught in your throat. there, limping down the street, was none other than Miles Morales, his clothes tattered and his face bruised. it was as if the universe had decided to answer my questions in the most blatant way possible.

your eyes widened in realization, the pieces of the puzzle finally clicking into place. the voice, the disappearing act during class, the uncanny resemblance – it all made sense now.

Miles Morales was Spider-man.

--

the day after, you couldn't stop stealing glances at miles during class, your mind reeling from the revelation. emily nudged you, "yo, y/n, why you keep eye-fucking morales today? you got a crush or somethin'?"

jolted from your daze, you stammered, "w-what? nah, just…zoned out i guess."

alex chimed in with a smirk, "our girl's got the hots for the quiet kid. didn't see that one comin'."

"shut up, asshole," you snapped, maybe a bit too defensively. miles glanced over, catching your eye before quickly looking away.

suddenly, miles shot up from his seat, grabbing his backpack. the teacher called out, "mr. morales? where are you going?"

"bathroom," he mumbled before rushing out of the classroom.

you watched him go, your heart pounding. another crisis in the city? you had to find out. emily leaned over, "what's up with him lately? always runnin' off in the middle of shit."

feigning ignorance, you shrugged. "hell if i know. dude's weird."

but you did know. miles was answering the call to protect the city as spider-man once again. part of you was tempted to follow, to see him in action. but you couldn't blow his secret identity.

later, miles returned to class looking disheveled, a small cut on his cheek. you fought every urge not to pull him aside and demand what happened. keeping his heroic alter-ego under wraps was killing you.

as the final bell rang, you lingered, hoping to catch him alone. emily looped her arm through yours, "ok spill - what's with you today? you're actin' hella weird around morales."

you shook your head, brushing her off. "it's nothing, i'm just out of it."

but it was anything but nothing. you now held miles' incredible secret, and it was burning you up inside. keeping this from your friends was going to be torture.

you trudged home from school, miles' secret weighing heavy on your mind. how the fuck was that quiet, unassuming dude the one and only spider-man? you were so lost in your whirlwind of thoughts that you didn't notice the red and black figure swinging overhead until he landed on the wall beside you.

"well, well, if it isn't my favorite damsel in distress," spider-man purred, his voice dripping with familiarity. "taking a leisurely stroll, gorgeous?"

you nearly jumped out of your skin. "jesus christ, spidey! way to give a girl a heart attack."

"my humblest apologies, sweetheart." he executed an overdramatic bow while clinging to the wall effortlessly. "didn't mean to startle that pretty little heart of yours."

rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms. "can it with the cheesy one-liners, spider-stud. to what do i owe this unexpected run-in?" you smirked. "evening patrol in the neighborhood get a little too boring for you?"

he shrugged, the movement causing his muscular frame to flex enticingly under the suit. "maybe i just enjoy keeping my favorite citizen… entertained."

"is that right?" you arched an eyebrow sassily. "or did your spider-sense pick up on me having a bit of an off day over here?"

spider-man cocked his head curiously. "an off day, you say? do tell, gorgeous…"

you waved a dismissive hand. "it's nothing, just some personal shit i'm trying to work through."

in one sinuous motion, he flipped down off the wall to stand directly before you. up close, you could make out the toned definition of his body under the suit. it made your mouth go dry.

"what kind of 'personal shit' has got you all bent out of shape, beautiful?" his gravelly tone made heat curl low in your belly.

you shot him a wicked smirk. "careful there, tough guy. a girl might start thinking you've got a thing for her with all these cute little pet names."

he took a daring step closer, his white-lensed eyes locked intensely on yours. "maybe i do, sweetheart…"

a shiver raced down your spine as he reached out to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his gloved fingers lingering a beat too long against your feverish skin. this was…new. sure, spider-man loved to flirt and banter, but never had he been so bold, so overtly touchy-feely before. it made your head spin.

"you, uh, you wanna talk about whatever's got you brooding, angel?" his voice dropped to a low, husky timbre that had you squirming.

you swallowed hard, fighting to keep your composure as you met his intense gaze. "it's just some personal bullshit, spidey. nothing for that pretty spandex-covered head of yours to worry about."

"pretty spandex head, huh?" he chuckled, the sound ridiculously sensual. "there's one helluva stud under this mask, in case you were wondering."

you bit your lip teasingly. "oh, is that so? well, maybe you'll have to show me sometime then, hot stuff."

the tension was electric, sparking along your skin. spider-man leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning against your cheek. "be careful what you wish for…"

you were practically buzzing out of your skin at his proximity, every nerve ending feeling scorched by his nearness. who was this unbearably confident and flirtatious spider-man? the one you knew was charmingly dorky and awkward. this…this was a completely different beast entirely.

just as you parted your lips to respond, your eyes widened you realized again that this confident, flirtatious spider-man…was miles. your heart pounded. mild-mannered miles morales was the one openly flirting with you, hidden behind the spider-man persona.

you took an unsteady step back, your face flushing. "i…i have to go!"

"y/n? wait, what's wrong?" his confused voice was laced with concern as you turned and hurried away.

you didn't stop until you rounded the corner, cursing your inability to keep your cool. how were you supposed to act normal around him at school now after this charged encounter? keeping his superhero secret was going to be torturous when just the thought of his alter-ego made your heart race. you leaned back against the cool brick, pressing a hand to your feverish cheek as you replayed the heated moment over in your mind.

--

as you exited the school building, books clutched to your chest, the last thing you expected was to get snatched right off the ground by a muscular arm looping around your waist. you barely had time to register the scream that ripped from your throat before you were yanked skyward at dizzying speed.

on instinct, your hands clamped down in a death grip around the thick neck of your apparent abductor. your startled eyes finally focused on the red and blue mask mere inches from your face.

"spider-man, what the fuck!" you shrieked, clinging to him as the rush of wind whipped your hair wildly.

"relax, ma. i've got you," his gravelly voice rumbled against you as he effortlessly maneuvered between buildings, his powerful body radiating raw strength.

"are you insane?" you yelled over the rushing air. "you can't just snatch people off the street like that! i could have pissed myself!"

his chest shook with barely contained laughter. "aw, did i scare the pretty little damsel? my bad."

you smacked the hard planes of his chest with your free hand. "i'm not some damsel, you dick! a little warning next time would be nice."

"and ruin the opportunity to have those sweet arms wrapped around me?" his tone oozed with playful arrogance. "no way, mami."

you sputtered indignantly, equal parts outraged and flustered by his cocky bravado. before you could unleash another biting retort, spider-man landed with a gentle thud on a towering rooftop. he released you slowly, steadying you with both hands on your waist until you found your footing.

adrenaline still surging through your veins, you jabbed an accusing finger into the solid wall of his chest. "you're lucky i didn't pee on that stupid spider-suit, asshole!"

spider-man threw back his head with a deep, rumbling laugh that oddly didn't seem to match his lean frame. nor did the tantalizing gravelly timbre of his voice. it occurred to you in that moment just how little you actually knew about the man beneath the mask.

"relax, princessa," he purred, winding one arm possessively around your waist to pull you flush against his powerful form. "i would never let any harm come to that gorgeous body of yours."

you stiffened at the bold contact, hyper-aware of the sinewy muscle pressing against you through the thin layers of your clothes. his masked face was maddeningly close, sending your pulse into overdrive.

"w-what's gotten into you today?" you managed in a strangled tone, fighting for composure.

the setting sun cast an incandescent glow across the rooftop, bathing spider-man's lithe silhouette in vivid oranges and reds. if it was somehow possible for the snug suit to be more form-fitting, the fiery light accomplished just that - leaving little to the imagination about the toned physique hidden beneath.

he shrugged nonchalantly, the movement causing delicious flexing of lean muscle. "just felt like stirring up a little trouble."

"as if causing city-wide panic by kidnapping innocent girls in broad daylight isn't troublesome enough?" you griped, though the breathlessness of your tone undercut any real bite in the words.

"so dramatic," he tutted with mock admonishment, slowly releasing you from the intense heat of his embrace. he leaned back casually against the parapet, waving an airy hand to indicate the panoramic view. "this is my favorite spot to unwind after a long day."

you crossed your arms over your chest self-consciously, trying your best to ignore the fluttering in your stomach as you took in the glorious manhattan skyline awash in golds and oranges. "and abducting bystanders off the street is part of the unwinding regimen now?"

one broad shoulder lifted lazily beneath the stretch of crimson fabric. "only the pretty ones," he husked.

you rolled your eyes exaggeratedly. "christ, take it down a few notches, romeo. how many times does a girl have to endure your cheesy lines before they lose their non-existent charm?"

surprisingly, rather than firing back with another cocky barb, spider-man paused - almost seeming to deflate a little under your brusque dismissal. when he spoke again, the gravelly swagger was still there, but with more warmth than arrogance.

"you'd be surprised how often a smooth line is the only thing standing between me and certain death, ma."

you arched a skeptical eyebrow, even as a pang of guilt flickered through you. "oh, so that's your excuse for being an overly flirtatious man-child? 'if i don't sexually harass every girl in a ten-mile radius, i'll die a fiery death?'"

the sigh that reverberated from beneath his mask sounded heavier than it should have for someone so young and fit. "it's not like that, y/n. it's just…this life, it takes its toll, you know? throwing on a mask, playing the arrogant badass…it's the only way i can cope sometimes with the shit i deal with out there every day."

your ribbing dissipated as you studied him - really looked at the weariness in his posture, the bone-deep exhaustion even his powerful frame couldn't disguise. this was a kid, not much older than you, bearing unimaginable weight on those broad shoulders.

you softened your tone. "being a hero is that tough, huh?"

spider-man was quiet for a long beat, the fiery light casting dramatic shadows across his inscrutable mask. finally, he sighed again. "honestly? some days i don't know if i can keep doing this gig. the danger, the pain…" he shook his head slowly. "sometimes it feels like i'm just one fuck-up away from ruining everything."

there was such raw vulnerability in those words, something you were sure the arrogant spider-man persona hid from the world on a daily basis. you moved to stand beside him, letting the evening breeze ruffle your hair.

"for what it's worth? i think you're doing an incredible job out there, spidey," you said softly. "i've seen you in action, remember? you're fearless, strong…heroic."

he huffed out a low, bitter laugh. "fearless and heroic? hardly. in reality, i'm faking it most of the time, princessa. just a dumb kid in a onesie winging it."

you reached out without thinking, gripping his forearm firmly. "don't say that. anyone with your abilities who still chooses to risk everything to help people? that's the bravest fucking person i know."

spider-man stilled, his gaze locking intensely onto yours. for a long stretch, neither of you spoke. the air seemed to thrum with an energy, a tension you couldn't quite place. just when you thought you would combust from the heaviness of it, he broke the silence.

"you always know just what to say to a guy," he murmured, the teasing timbre back but with more warmth than arrogance.

you snorted, retracting your hand hastily. "yeah, well, someone's gotta knock that cocky head of yours down a few pegs."

his shoulders were shaking now with silent laughter. "there she is, my sassy little damsel."

rolling your eyes, you turned back to the breathtaking vista before you. the sun was nearly set, the dying rays setting the horizon ablaze in shades of burnt amber and scarlet. in the gathering dusk, the city seemed to glitter and buzz with endless life and promise.

somehow, you felt spider-man's intent gaze lock onto you, studying your profile intently. rather than the usual flirtatious comment, his deep voice held only wistful longing.

"the view up here is incredible. sometimes i wonder if it's worth all the sacrifice…to be able to see things most people never will."

you turned to face him once more, a small smile curving your lips. "i may not don a mask and tights, but i think we all make choices that require sacrifice, spidey."

he nodded slowly, the significance of your words not lost on him. "yeah…i guess we do at that."

this time, when he pulled you against his solid heat, it wasn't overtly sexual. it was more like two lost souls seeking grounding, seeking connection in the endless expanse that was his crusade, his world. letting your head come to rest against his chest - my god, was it firm - you simply breathed in the moment, ignoring the butterflies that fluttered at his closeness.

after that deep moment on the rooftop, you'd expected spider-man to swing off dramatically into the night as usual. instead, he surprised you by pulling you flush against his powerful frame once more.

"hold on tight, gorgeous," he rumbled, the timbre of his voice sending delicious vibrations along your skin. "i'll get you home safe."

your heart kicked up a galloping rhythm as his muscular arms banded around you firmly. "w-wait, you're not seriously going to--"

the protest died on your lips as he launched you both off the rooftop with staggering force. a strangled yelp escaped as the cityscape became a kaleidoscope blur of lights and sounds. you clung to spider-man with everything you had, face buried in the solid wall of his chest.

his deep laughter reverberated against you as the invigorating rush of wind whipped your hair in a frenzy. "what's the matter, ma? can't handle a little adrenaline?"

"you're certifiable!" you screamed over the deafening rush, feeling his chuckle more than hearing it.

the dizzying descent lasted only seconds before his powerful body arced gracefully between buildings, web-line catching to yank you both in a new trajectory. though still careening at breakneck speed, you found the courage to crack open one eye.

in that moment, spider-man angled his masked gaze down at you, upside down against the backdrop of a dazzlingly-lit high-rise. "that's more like it, mami. wouldn't want those pretty eyes screwed shut the whole ride."

you shot him a scathing glare - a look he no doubt felt more than saw as he swung in a wide arc, nothing but open air separating you from the streets below.

"do. not. pull. shit like that swing set stunt again if you want to keep all your bones un-crushed," you gritted out, even as your body traitorously fought back a giddy thrill.

"aw, don't be like that, mami." the lenses of his mask curved in wicked amusement. "i'm just trying to put a little zest back in our relationship."

"relationship?" you sputtered out an incredulous laugh. "what relationship? we're not in a--"

you broke off with a startled shriek as spider-man abruptly kicked his speed into high gear, the howling winds now lashing your skin with stinging force. your nails dug into the armored material of his suit, body quaking with the intensity of your breakneck descent.

within moments, you arrived at the entrance to your apartment building. spider-man gracefully twisted his body, shooting anchor lines to adhere himself to the wall beside your front door in an upside down position, his masked face now level with yours.

"easy there, ma," he chuckled huskily. "not quite done with the fun yet."

you could only gape up at him, heart thundering, as his booted feet dangled casually above your head, utterly defying gravity. an amused hum rumbled from him as his hands roamed in a languorous trail down your sides.

"since you seem to be all out of snappy comebacks…" he leaned in so close you could feel the heat of his breath fanning your lips. "sure you need to head home now?"

though your mind stubbornly insisted this was insane, your body had other ideas. you reached up with trembling fingers to hook under the seam of his mask, baring his firm lips with a gentleness that belied the screaming need ricocheting through your veins.

spider-man made a noise of surprise as you closed the scant distance to capture his mouth in a searing, demanding kiss. where his usual kisses were teasing, almost playful, this one was borne of pure, undisguised hunger. it seared you from the inside out, awakening a molten ache you weren't prepared for.

when you at last resurfaced for air, your lips were swollen and tingling, your cheeks stained with color. you stared up at the masked hero in a daze, his quick, uneven breaths mingling with yours.

"wow…" the deep rasp of his voice was thicker than you'd ever heard. "just…wow, mami."

miles got back upright in front of you.

emboldened by his breathless praise, you smirked up at him impishly. "nice for a superhero…miles."

the effect was instantaneous. spider-man - no, miles - went rigid, the arrogant swagger evaporating as quickly as it had come over him. when he spoke again, his usual cocky rasp was replaced by a high, anxious tone you recognized instantly.

"w-what? h-how did you--?"

you silenced his sputtering with a gentle finger to his lips, trying not to shiver at the contact. "shh, it's okay. i know who you are under the mask. and your secret is safe with me."

for several heartbeats, miles could only gape at you, seemingly frozen by shock and a million other warring emotions. finally, his shoulders slumped in resigned acceptance.

"i…i never meant to lie to you," he mumbled, unable to meet your steady gaze. "i wanted to tell you so many times…"

"miles." you cut him off firmly, yet with a gentleness that made his masked eyes snap back to yours. "i get it, okay? why you have to keep this side of yourself secret. i'm not mad…actually, i think it's kinda hot."

a startled laugh punched free then as miles stared at you incredulously. "hot? you find out your classmate dresses up in tights to beat up bad guys, and your first thought is that it's hot?"

"well, not just any classmate," you murmured, lips curving into a wry grin as you reached up to graze your thumb along the strong line of his jaw. "the brave, strong hero who keeps risking it all to save people? yeah…i'd say that's pretty fucking hot, miles morales."

miles was the one shivering now as you leaned up on your tiptoes to dust a feather-light kiss along the stubbled hinge of his jaw. when he spoke again, the bravado was back full force - though this time, you recognized it as part of his true self, not just an act.

"is that right, ma?" his gravelly tone sparked a shiver of anticipation to chase down your spine. "well, in that case…"

quicker than you could process, miles captured you in another searing kiss - but this one was pure unleashed hunger, the kind that scrambled your senses and left you acutely aware of every sculpted plane of his powerful body against yours. a desperate whimper escaped you as he angled his mouth with increasing fervor.

all too soon, he tore his lips away with a ragged groan, leaving you both panting harshly in the charged silence. miles pressed his forehead to yours, skin flushed and eyes hooded behind his mask.

"fuck, y/n…" he rasped against your swollen lips. "you have no idea the effect you have on me, do you?"

you could only shake your head mutely, captivated by the dark promise blazing in his dilated gaze. spider-man, the arrogant badass you'd fallen for…and miles, the soft-spoken boy next door.

--

you hummed contentedly as miles' arms looped loosely around your waist from behind, his chin coming to rest atop your head in that effortless way that was so quintessentially him. quiet evenings at home together had become rare treasures these days between his patrol duties and your crammed class schedules.

"hey," he murmured against your hair, placing a chaste kiss to your temple that made your heart flutter despite its simplicity. miles had never been one for grandiose romantic gestures - his affection tended toward the understated yet profoundly meaningful.

leaning back into his solid warmth, you smiled up at him. "took you long enough to get home, dork. i was starting to think you got lost out there."

"you kiddin'?" miles snorted, but his eyes crinkled at the corners with amusement you'd grown stupidly fond of. "i practically know every inch of this city like the back of my hand by now."

"well pardon me for worrying, mr. spectacular," you retorted with no real bite, reaching back to toy with the soft curls at his nape just because you could. you adored these quiet moments alone together when you could simply exist side-by-side without the weight of his heroic responsibilities weighing things down.

a comfortable silence lapsed between you as he gathered you closer, seeming content to simply revel in your shared embrace. for all that miles had supposedly mastered fearless confidence as his web-slinging alter ego, his soft-spoken shyness never ceased to come through when you were alone like this.

it was just one of the endearing quirks you'd fallen for - the dichotomy between the bold, quippy spider-man and the tongue-tied, unassuming boy who captured your heart so thoroughly. you'd been the one pursuing him relentlessly those first few months, if you were being honest with yourself.

lost in reminiscing how far you'd come since that fateful day of unmasking him, you almost didn't catch miles idly mumbling against your hair.

"hmm? sorry, didn't catch that, ma."

he shifted, arms tightening instinctively as he pressed a smile into your neck. you bit back a shiver at the sensation.

"i just…i dunno, i'm really glad we're doing this whole 'couple' thing, y'know?" miles' voice was gruff yet somehow unbearably soft and vulnerable at the same time. "when you first figured out the whole spider-man deal, i was so afraid you were gonna take off running. but then you…"

he trailed off, making a vague gesture with one hand while the other continued clinging to you like a lifeline. you twisted in the circle of his arms to face him properly, needing to drink in the look of naked adoration and trepidation warring in those soulful brown eyes.

"then i what, miles?"

his brow furrowed in that endearing way that made your pulse kick up a notch. "then you did the exact opposite of what i expected, y/n. you…you stuck around, even when you learned how messy and complicated my life is. you made me feel…" another pause as he searched for the words he needed. "…like i was enough, you know? just as i was."

your chest constricted painfully at the rawness in his tone, the uncertainty still lingering after being so intimate for months. lifting onto your tiptoes, you cradled miles' face in your palms and pressed your forehead to his firmly.

"of course you're enough, miles morales," you murmured with fierce conviction. "you've always been enough. i didn't just 'stick around'." you emphasized the words with a meaningful look, willing him to understand. "i chose you - the real you…quirks, responsibilities, and all. there's no part of you that i don't cherish or accept, baby."

his answering smile was soft yet brilliant enough to steal your breath. "damn, mi alma…" a raspy chuckle slipped free. "what did i do to deserve a girl like you?"

you pretended to ponder it for a moment before grinning. "well, you did save my scrawny ass from muggers, like, three times…"

the unexpected bark of laughter that burst from miles' chest made any remaining tension evaporate in an instant. you lived for that deep, rich sound. before you knew it, you were scooped up into those ridiculously muscular arms and spun in a dizzying circle that extracted a stream of giggles and mock protests.

"one of these days, i'm gonna stop rescuing you so you're not constantly putting my hero complex to the test," he teased when you finally stopped spinning. his eyes shone with so much tenderness, so much playfulness, it made your heart swell.

"oh, i don't know," you countered cheekily, looping your arms around his neck to keep him close. "as much as i enjoy getting manhandled, i kinda like the novelty of my man being a total badass from time to time."

miles' expression did that molten thing again, the playfulness slipping into something darker, edged with the faintest smolder of promise. when he kissed you then, it was thorough and purposeful, an obliterating affirmation of the devotion simmering inexorably between you.

and as you melted into the familiar, thrilling contours of his body, you reflected that – first flirtatious overtures be damned – miles was more than enough. more than you could ever have dreamed for yourself.

he was the dorkiest, most heroic badass you'd ever had the privilege of loving.

the end

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being spidey’s gf

pairings : e1610!Milesxfem!reader

warnings : none

summary : being spiderman’s and miles morales’ girlfriend

a/n : first headcanons guysss ! I had trouble doing it, that’s kinda hard to write headcanons

bf!Miles, who would surprise you with impromptu swings through the city skyline, once took you on a midnight tour of New York's skyline. You held onto him tightly as the wind rushed past, feeling exhilarated and completely trusting in his grasp.

bf!Miles, who would often disappear during your dates, once vanished right in the middle of a movie night. You worried until he returned with snacks from across town, explaining he had to stop a petty thief along the way.

bf!Miles, who would share his struggles with balancing school and superhero duties, once asked you to cover for him during a crucial exam day. You prepared the perfect alibi, keeping his secret safe while he saved the city.

bf!Miles, who would bring you along on late-night patrols, once introduced you to his favorite hidden spots across Brooklyn. Together, you enjoyed quiet moments amidst the chaos, knowing he was always watching over the city.

bf!Miles, who would surprise you with his creativity, once crafted a makeshift swing set in an abandoned warehouse for a playful afternoon together. You laughed and swung side by side, feeling carefree despite the dangers that usually surrounded him.

bf!Miles, who would occasionally disappear mid-conversation, once left you hanging during a heated debate about the best pizza in Queens. He returned hours later with a stack of pizza boxes from various joints, determined to prove his point.

bf!Miles, who would surprise you with his vulnerability, once confided in you about the fear he felt when facing powerful adversaries. Holding him close, you reassured him of your unwavering support, reminding him that he wasn't alone in his battles.

bf!Miles, who would cherish the little moments, once pulled you into a spontaneous dance in the rain after a particularly stressful day. With laughter echoing through the empty streets, you danced without a care in the world, grateful for each other's presence amidst the chaos.

bf!Miles, who would recreate a classic moment from Spider-Man lore, once surprised you with an upside-down kiss after swinging you to the top of a skyscraper during a romantic sunset. The moment was both thrilling and tender, with the cityscape as your backdrop and his masked face inches away from yours.

-> "I've always wanted to try this," Miles murmured with a playful grin.

"You're such a romantic superhero," you chuckled softly, feeling the rush of the moment as your lips met in an upside-down embrace.

bf!Miles, who would show his dedication, once visited you in the dead of night, tapping lightly on your bedroom window. Startled at first, you quickly realized it was Miles, still dressed in his Spider-Man suit, seeking comfort and reassurance after a particularly challenging night of crime-fighting.

-> "Hey, can I come in?" Miles whispered, his voice carrying a hint of exhaustion.

"Of course," you replied softly, unlocking the window and pulling it open. As he climbed inside, he removed his mask, revealing tired eyes that softened at the sight of you.

"I just needed to see you," he admitted quietly, reaching for your hand.

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[chion3spid3r]

who am I talking to ?

pairings : aged!up!e42!miles x fem!reader

warnings : smut, minors dni, oral stimulation, graphic description, dirty talks, intensity, profanity, slang, intense emotional and physical desire, dominant!miles, emotional vulnerability

summary : you fell for the prowler at the first place

a/n : I did a second chapter only to do a smut chapter for those who want to read it and to let the minors see the first place. it’s literally a full smut chapter with a AGED UP MILES.

wc : 0.8k

miles captured your lips in a searing kiss, his hands roaming hungrily over your body as he walked you backwards towards the bed. you moaned into his mouth, fingers tangling in his thick curls to pull him ever closer as desire coiled hot and tight in your belly.

"wanted this for so damn long," he growled against your lips before trailing scorching open-mouthed kisses along your jawline. "thinkin' 'bout you, dreamin' 'bout you…fuck, y/n."

you arched into him with a whimper as his mouth found that sensitive spot below your ear. "then take whatchu want, baby," you breathed, tugging lightly at his hair. "i'm all yours."

a low, possessive sound rumbled from miles' chest at your words. he pulled back just enough to yank his t-shirt off over his head, revealing that tantalizing expanse of smooth brown skin and rippling muscle that you'd admired from afar for months. your eyes raked shamelessly over him as he surged forward again, pushing you firmly onto the bed and settling between your thighs.

"you have no idea what you do t'me," he growled, grinding his hardened length against your core in a delicious tease that had you arching desperately into him. his mouth was hot and demanding on yours, hands skimming over your curves before impatiently tugging at the hem of your camisole. "off, now."

you complied eagerly, sitting up just long enough to strip the flimsy garment over your head. miles immediately took advantage, his calloused palms sliding up your sides before cupping your breasts, kneading the soft flesh in a way that had you moaning into the heated kiss. one thick thigh pressed insistently between your own, the delicious friction making you shudder and roll your hips wantonly against him.

"fuck, you're incredible," miles husked in your ear as you trembled beneath his skilled touch. "so gorgeous, so perfect…gonna make you feel so good, mami."

his teeth grazed along the cord of your neck as his thumb circled one peaked nipple teasingly. you writhed under the sweet torment, fingers scrabbling at the hard planes of his back. "miles, please," you whined. "need you, need t'feel you…"

he pulled away just enough to smirk down at you, heavy-lidded eyes blazing. "yeah? tell me whatchu need, then. don' be shy now."

emboldened by his heated stare, you arched shamelessly against him as you spoke. "need you inside me, baby. wanna feel you stretchin' me so goddamn deep." the words seemed to spur miles on, a low groan tearing from his throat as his cock jerked against your thigh. "been thinkin' 'bout that pretty dick fuckin' me for far too long," you added breathlessly.

"fuuuuck," he groaned, capturing your mouth in another scorching kiss as he fumbled between you to shove his sweats and boxers down just enough to free his throbbing length. you reached between your bodies to wrap your hand around the thick, silky hard heat of him and miles swore again, hips stuttering as you slowly stroked his impressive size.

"gotta get you outta these, baby," he panted, easing back to tug frantically at your shorts and panties until every scrap of clothing was shed. once you were deliciously bare before him, miles drank in the sight with a look of pure, ravenous hunger. "god, i'm the luckiest bastard alive."

then he was on you again, his big body covering yours as you wrapped your legs shamelessly around his waist, allowing him to grind that delicious steel rod against your slick, aching folds. you keened shamelessly at the first tantalizing glide of his cock parting your wetness and miles let out a strangled sound at the hot, snug friction.

"look atchu," he rasped hoarsely, eyes raking over your face, your heaving chest, every inch of you laid bare for his hungry gaze. "so goddamn needy f'me, ain't you princessa?"

you nodded frantically, hands roaming everywhere you could reach, desperate to touch and feel as much of him as possible. when he canted his hips at just the right angle, perfectly aligning that thick head with your dripping entrance, you choked out a garbled plea. "please, miles, need you inside, need you t'—"

he cut you off by surging forward with one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt in your scorching wet heat. you cried out at the exquisite stretch, the fullness of him splitting you so deliciously wide, and miles buried his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his own guttural groan of pleasure. you clutched at his back, legs and arms wrapping around him vice-like, fingernails biting crescent moons into his sweat-slicked skin.

"holy shit, ma," miles' voice was rough and wrecked as he panted harshly against your shoulder. "so goddamn tight, ungh…wrappin' so perfectly 'round my cock…"

as if to emphasize his words, he drew his hips back slowly before snapping forward again, the lewd sound of skin-on-skin making you whine. his pace quickly built into a feverish, relentless rhythm that left you clinging to him, utterly undone.

"that's right," he growled in your ear as he slammed into you again and again. "take it, baby, take every inch…been waitin' too damn long f'this pussy."

the deliciously filthy words combined with the exquisite pistoning of his thick cock drilling into your dripping, greedy depths quickly had you hovering on the razor's edge. miles seemed t'sense it somehow, his lips crushing against yours hungrily t'swallow your desperate cries, his big hand roughly palming your breast as his sweat-slick body slid against yours.

"c'mon, mami," he ordered, his tone low and commanding, eyes molten as they bored into you. "wanna feel you squeezin' my dick so fuckin' hard."

then, almost cruelly, he shifted his angle so that the thick, blunt head of his cock slammed perfectly into your swollen, oversensitized front wall. the burst of electric sensation that jolted through you was enough to shatter the last threads of your control. you went taut as a bowstring beneath him, back bowing as your orgasm ripped through you in exquisite, devastatin'ly intense waves.

"miles!" you cried out, voice breaking as the pleasure seemed to fracture into a thousand different points, unbearably bright behind your tightly clenched eyelids. you convulsed around the driving length of him, velvet walls quivering and fluttering as you rode out every last shocking burst of release.

through the blinding haze of euphoria, you vaguely registered miles' harsh groan of gratification mingling with your own, his hips jackhammering into you with wild abandon as he ruthlessly chased his own climax.

"fuck, yes, take it, take it all," he rasped, face contorting with pleasure when you instinctively clenched 'round him again. "mierda, y/n, your pussy…so goddamn perfect…"

his rhythm soon grew erratic, sloppy, his abs flexing with the effort as he drove into your shuddering, over-sensitized body. then, with one final punishing thrust, miles slammed to the hilt and let out a guttural roar, his release tearing through him in hot, pulsing bursts. you whimpered at the incredible sensation of being filled so completely, running your nails down his straining back as he emptied himself inside you with a string of breathless spanish curses.

after several long, trembling moments, miles finally slumped over you, pressing you into the mattress beneath his solid weight.

as you both collapsed into a heap of sweaty, shuddering limbs, breathless and spent, you couldn't help but revel in the afterglow of the most intense, carnal experience of your life. his heart pounded against your back, and his gasps turned into soft, reassuring whispers.

"i'm so glad we finally—uh, i mean, i've been wantin' to do that for a long time," miles managed to squeeze out, a shy smile playing on his lips.

you traced the lines of his sweat-dampened features with your fingertips, the weight of his body feeling like a comforting blanket wrapped around you both. "i know, mi amor. it's been too long, but it was worth the wait. and now we can—we can do this again."

a slow, satisfied smile spread across his face, and he pulled back slightly to look into your eyes. "damn, y/n. we're gonna do this a whole lot more." he whispered before leaning in for another searing kiss, the taste of sweat, passion, and desire lacing their mouths as they savored the moment. you chuckled “wow relax, amor, you’re not even officialy my boyfriend”

Miles' eyes widened at your words, but then he grinned widely. "That's just it, mami," he said, stroking your cheek gently. "Why wait for what's already here, huh?"

You couldn't help but smile, feeling a new lightness in your heart. "I guess you're right, you’re mine from now on" you murmured, wrapping your legs around him once more.

With that, you kissed him deeply, your lips fused together in a passionate embrace that spoke volumes. As the world around you seemed to fade away, you knew one thing was certain: with Miles by your side, life would never be boring or predictable again.

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[chion3spid3r]

Classmate

PART THREE

PART ONE; PART TWO; PART THREE (CURRENT)

Earth 42! Miles Morales x fem! reader

Synopsis! For the life of you , you couldn’t understand why Miles had it out to get you so bad. If it wasn’t for the mid-year seat change, he wouldn’t have even acknowledged your existence.

MASTERLIST

Genre: light fluff, enemies to lover like troupe, light bully! Miles

Warnings: mentions of violence, foul language, more creeps, that’s it <3

Word count: 3.5k

Authors comment: that’s a wrap folks! This one was super hard for me to write idky, hopefully it still is fitting to the story line! Enjoy <3

Do not copy! All rights reserved to ©axeoverblade

Things with Miles had been different since that night.

Never acknowledging what happened in his bedroom, you two went about the dinner and the past five weeks like nothing happened.

But the way he acted towards you had changed.

Miles became a vacillating wind, constantly switching his direction with the air. His teasing became nicer, more playful than before, he had also become more needy. One minute he was behind you in the crowded hallways discreetly pulling you close, his hands lightly gripping the front of your thighs; whispering how good your ass looked in your uniform, his lips ghosting your neck as he spoke.

The next he was ignoring you when he passed in the halls with his friends, giving you dirty looks if you got too close as he walked by.

It was exhausting having to pretend like his’ hot and cold game wasn’t affecting you.

Truthfully, Miles didn’t know how to feel. On one hand, it was you. On the other hand… It was you.

Regardless of the predicament in his brain, he found himself unable to get his mind off of you.

No matter what hand it was, no matter what time of day, no matter the situation or what he was he doing,

It was always you.

That was the problem. You had enveloped his brain and he despised you for it. He hated that even if he wanted to think of something other than you he couldn’t.

There were more important things to worry about than you. One of those things being the mission he was on right now.

Even as he was running the streets, avenging claws weighing heavy on his calloused hands, you were his main focus.

He was so damn tired of it.

However, he was more tired of not being able to see you when he wanted, to feel you when he wanted.

He hated pretending it didn’t affect him, like you didn’t affect him.

El te ansiaba. You and you only.

So that’s where he found himself after every mission, this one being no different. Scratching the itch, so to speak.

Another late night tapping on your dorm window, beckoning you out into the city’s darkness.

And just like every other night you groggily jeered at him to stop bringing his ass over this late. But you still come out wearing the hoodie he leant you a few weeks back after the dinner; when he was “forced” to walk you home by Rio, even though he planned to anyway. And your shivers “were working his last nerve” so he took his hoodie off and gave it to you, insisting you kept it when you reached the door to your family apartment because “your germs were all over it.”.

He knew good and well he wanted ‘your germs’ all over him.

It was a recurring cycle between the two of you. Throughout the days, depending on how Miles was feeling, you two would be locked in like you were together; or he would give you the coldest behavior.

But no matter how he acted, the nights always ended with him paying for your ice cream from the small shop around the corner that stayed open twenty four hours.

That was the thing, no matter how the day went, it always ended with you two together.

Y así es como él quería que fuera.

If looks could kill, the guy talking to you would’ve been six feet deep. Hell, Miles was ready to do it with his bare hands, no need for figurative language.

The only reason this guy had the balls to approach you was because Miles had chosen to ignore you all week.

Usually you two were seen together, or at least close enough in the halls to where no one dared to approach you. But he decided to “distance himself” from you in hopes to calm the flutters in his chest whenever he was near you, just seeing you would cause his heart to drop to his stomach.

He would brush you off in the classroom, keeping his usual playful banter with you to a minimum. He even went as far as to skip the regular late night meet ups you two had.

Clearly his plan didn’t work.

And now seeing this random guy talkin’ to you, he wish he never did it. I mean this guy was so bold, so cockily talking to you, to his girl.

He wasn’t gon’ have that.

You smiled out your fifth that’s crazy to the guy talking to you. He had yet to even tell you his name, assuming you already knew it. Very bold assumption.

You wanted nothing more than to get out of this conversation. Even with John gone in the hospital, guys still couldn’t catch the hint you wanted nothing to do with them.

“Aye ima keep it real witchu’” the guy paused staring deep into your soul, “ I was wondering if you live up to the rumors?” You blinked a few times. What was he on about? “Homie John was tellin’ me- before ole’ boy came outta nowhere and snuck him” You assumed “ole boy” was Miles, referring to when John nearly died because of him. “John was telling me you gave him a run for his money.” The boy winked. Now you were really confused. What in the hell was he talking about? “Oh come on, you know what I’m talm’ bout” the guy insinuated seeing your confused face. He stepped closer, too close for comfort.

You wished Miles, even though he had been a jerk all week, was near you to prevent this douche from getting any closer. Things like this never happened with him around. “I mean you could show me somethin-”

“She good homeboy. ” As if on cue, Miles' stern voice interrupted the guy, wrapping a hand firmly around the small of waist as he stood behind you. His Versace cologne coursed strongly through your nostrils, his signature smell of warm citrusy teakwood permeating your brain. It had become a smell you could recognize anywhere.

“I believe she can speak for herself bro” the guy said, looking at Miles challengingly. Miles furrowed his eyebrows, staring at the guy like he had said the most ridiculous thing known to man. Because to Miles he had.

Miles nodded his head to the side using it to gesture further down the hallway, far from where you were. “Step.” Miles asserted, voice the most serious you had heard before. The guys scoffed and looked at you, “aye, you know where to find me.”. He winked again and kept walking, following Miles' rather aggressive instruction to leave.

You shook the look of disgust off you face as the guy walked away. Peering at Miles over your shoulder, you finally acknowledging his existence. “Oh so we speaking now?” You questioned sarcastically. You expected him to let go of you, but his hand remained planted firm on your waist.

“What class you got next mami? It’s Spanish right, with Señor Ramos?” He blatantly ignored your question, lightly moving you with the hand he had placed your waist forward, insinuating for you to walk. Scowling, you moved away from his grasp but walked as he nonverbally asked. “Okay first off- how do you know that? You stalkin’ me now?” He rolled his eyes at your rhetorical question. “And secondly, you can’t just come over here after going ghost n’ push up on me like this.” He kissed his teeth, “Chill ma it ain’t that deep.” You scoffed at his nonchalant response. “You know what-”, you cut yourself off, holding a hand up with no real intention. You walked away from him, feeling your irritation from his on and off behavior from the past month finally bubbling over.

Miles stood where you left him, dropping his shoulders with an annoyed sigh.

It finally reached the weeks end, Friday hitting Miles like a train. Unluckily for Miles, you refused to talk to him since your interaction Monday, going as far as to ignore him in the classroom. And not in the way he did to you, not just the usual brush off. It seemed like you were purposely acting as if he died or something; completely pretending he wasn’t there.

He would make fun of you, you would stay silent. He would tug at your hair to annoy you, silence. He would place his hand steadily on the inner of your upper thigh to get some, any kind of reaction from you, silence.

Miles was conflicted. The silent treatment felt a lot different being the one receiving it.

You were affecting him mentally. He had been on dozens of missions as the prowler, working through each of them like a pro. But it seemed like he had never used his equipment in his life on the mission he was on now, his mind being too flooded with thoughts of you to focus.

As he was running along the top of a building, he was suddenly yanked back from the cord attached to his hip. He stumbled back into his uncle's chest, looking back at him through his mask. Switching the mask up as Aaron pulled his own mask up over his face, Miles turned to his uncle confused.

“Aye man. You in or what?” Aaron said irritated. “What you mean unc, I’m right here.” Miles responded, immediately understanding what his uncle was implying. “Yea you might be here physically,” Aaron placed two fingers on Miles temple, roughly tapping them against his head. “But you ain’t here. You only as strong as your weakest link Miles, you know that. Stop playin around or you're out. Understand?” Huffing, Miles nodded.

He had to get it together.

Two o’clock in the morning and the Mission finally finished.

Jumping from building to building, Miles decided to stay out a little longer to clear his head.

He had to talk to you. You had become all he could think of, every day, every night.

It was exhausting to know he was the reason you refused to speak to him. He would do anything to talk to you. Hell, just to see you right now.

Looking down, he caught sight of a familiar figure. His eyes widened slightly, the universe seeming to answer his pleas.

It was a stupid idea. Thinking you could have gotten ice cream alone at 2:30 in the morning was never smart. But as much as you hated to admit, you missed Miles. You missed him so much that all sense of rationale had left. Curse your strong feelings and weak mind.

But you seemed to have forgotten the state of Brooklyn, it being no way shape or form safe. So someone watching you, even though a norm of creepy in New York, was still very unpleasant. You could feel their eyes blaring into your head, staring deeply into your soul without even having to look at your eyes. It was worse when you had no idea where or who they were.

You were terrified to say the least. Whoever was stalking you was good at their job, you had no sense of direction as to their location or what they wanted.

You turned your head around, trying to see if you noticed anyone behind you. As you turned your head foward, you were met with the sight of the prowler staring directly at you.

“OH MY-” you yelled, flailing your arms in fear causing you to drop the ice creams.

He used his claw-covered hand to cover your mouth, raising a finger over his screened face indicating for you to be quiet.

You furrowed your eyebrows but nodded, fear still present in your eyes. He took the claw off your mouth.

“Why you out this late?” The altered voice asked, being the first time you heard the voice behind the mask, even if it wasnt their true voice. You blinked, was this really what he wanted? “Uhm, not to be rude or nothin’” you paused, “but why do you need to know that?”

The man behind the mask smacked his lips looking down at you. “Just answer the question mujer.” The accent rolled of his tongue thick, clearly annoyed. Their response brought a sense of familiarity to you, reminding you of how Miles would get mad at you when you smart mouthed him. You took a moment to closely observe the prowler. Their hair was in two braids down the back of their head, the part visibly clean but frizz surrounded the woven hair from the night's movement. His Jordan’s were clean, surprisingly not creased too deeply even though it was the same pair from your last time you saw him. He stood over you, this time less frightening than the last encounter you had a few months ago.

“You gon’ speak or just keep staring at me?” You jolted lightly at the sound of the altered voice, snapping back to reality. “You know- I don’t see how that’s your business-” “I’m making it my business.” His voice was stern, yet not aggressive. It reminded you all too well of Miles. Furrowing your eyebrows, you tilted your head at the vigilante. It was clear they had no intention of hurting you, otherwise they would’ve already done it.

“Uhhh,” you bite your lip confused. It truly wasn’t the vigilantes business why you were out, but the thought of them becoming actually irritated wasn’t something you wanted to experience. “I was getting ice cream.” Miles looked at the two cones on the ground, seeing his favorite flavor and your favorite melting together, lightly smirking under his mask. “You need two for yourself?” “Well no.” “So who’s the other one for?”. You glared at the prowler, not realizing he could be so damn annoying.

“For my man. But ‘can’t eat em’ anymore cause the ice creams on the ground n’ I only brought a few dollars. I should make you buy me some new ones.” You said accusingly.

Miles took in what you called him, your man. He was lucky his masks didn’t hold expression, because the wide geeky smile under the screen would’ve easily given away it was him.

He was your man.

He hummed, trying his best to not sound any different than before. You nodded impatiently, just wanting to get home. Staring at the spilled ice cream, you huffed defeated. It was clear you just weren’t meant to see Miles; the dropped ice cream and your sudden lack of energy proof of your case.

The prowler sighed, drawing you out of thoughts, “You know there’s creeps out here lookin’ for chiquitas like you. You need to watch where you're going mami.”

You faltered, hearing his words. It was something Miles used to tell you often to tease you.

Before you could process the words, he vanished into the darkness.

Miles watched as you looked around aimlessly, trying to spot where he went. The nickname rolled off his tongue with ease from how much he called you it, a little too easy. From the way you looked at him, knew he almost messed up big time; forgetting you didn’t know he was the prowler.

Three taps were heard on your window.

Who was tapping at your window at 2:45 in the morning?

No other than Miles Gonzalo Morales.

Getting up, you feigned annoyance at the boy staring at you through your window, noting the two ice creams in his hand.

Opening the window, he wasted no time barging in past you. Rude. Sitting on your bed he offered you the cold sweet treat he bought for you. Snatching it from him, you stared at him expectantly.

“Why are you here Miles.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

Even though you wanted to see him less than twenty minutes ago, he didn’t have to know that. So being the petty being you are, you decided to keep up the mad act; unaware of the fact he already knew your true feelings. “Damn I can’t stop by no more?” He asked playfully, man spreading on your bed. “You ain’t stopped by in a hot minute. might as well stop coming all together.” You say stoically, trying your best to remain irritated. He sighed, opening his mouth to say something only to shut it and look away.

He glanced up again as you sat down next to him on the soft mattress.

“Watchu been up to ma?” Miles turned his head to you, leaning back on his elbows with his ice cream in hand. You pursed your lips at him. Who walks half a mile at 2:45 in the morning just to ask such a basic question. “You could’ve texted that”. You quipped. Still gazing at you, he licked his lips, “Yea, I could’ve.”.

A silence fell over the two of you as you began to eat your ice creams.

Miles sighed, taking a break from the partially eaten cone in his hand. “Look mami-” he paused, a soft breath leaving his mouth. “I shouldn’t have gone ghost like that. lo siento.” Shock rose over your face. “Did the Miles Morales just apologize,” you joked, easing the uncomfortableness he had been feeling. “Cállate mujer” he smacked his lips, rolling his eyes.

“Lemme try your ice cream.” He pointed at your already half consumed cone. “You literally have one in your hand.” Furrowing your brows, you pulled the ice cream in your hand closer to your body. He bucked at you,“So?” snatching the ice cream out of your hand, he took a bite out of the waffle cone. You gaped at him, irritated by the fact he took a bite instead of just licking it. His eyes widened looking down at the cone,“Ouh- this pretty good ma.”. licking out of the half empty cone. “Can I have my cone back bro” he looked at you, a sudden glint of mischief washing over his eyes. He licked the ice cream; his tongue curling seductively pulling the ice cream up as he maintained eye contact with you. Your eyes widened at him, your cheeks heating from his inappropriate gesture. Seeing your reaction, a genuine laugh left his throat. “you a freak ma?” He asked cackling. You looked at him incredulously “Oh I’m the freak?” You said sarcastically, “and quiet down before my parents hear you” you said, snatching the cone back from him. He chuckled, licking the tiny amount of ice cream stuck on the side of his lip.

Checking his phone, Miles' eyes widened seeing it read 3:30 am. He hadn’t realized how much time had passed, now passing over from late in the night to early morning. Standing up, he walked towards the window. “Damn I gotta dip, I’ll catch you later.” He turned back to you, “N’ no more ghosting. Promise.” You walked toward the window, preparing to close it once he left. “Promise?”

“Promesa.” He said, exiting out the window. You turned away from the open breeze for a second, taking a moment to look back at your room to see if he left anything,

“Y/n.”

You turned your head quickly, looking him in the eye. He lightly grabbed your chin through the open frame, bringing your face ever so gently to his. His lips connect to yours, his gentle demeanor enough to make the anxieties of the night fade into mist. Closing your eyes, his hand met your neck softly pulling you closer. A soft gasp fell from your lips, him taking the initiative to deepen the kiss. His tongue quickly won dominance, exploring your mouth as it pleased.

Maybe you were meant to see him tonight.

He smirked into the kiss, a string of saliva keeping you together as he pulled away gazing at you.

“esperado tanto para hacer eso”

BONUS:

Miles sat on his uncle's couch cleaning his gear from the mission he came back from; an innocent lovestruck energy that had been there from the previous days still seeping from his presence. “So who’s the girl?” Aaron asked, a smirk on his face.

Miles looked at him feigning confusion “Ion know whatchu’ talkin’ bout unc.” Aaron pursed his face, smacking Miles on the back of his neck, “Boy you look like you got slapped by a rainbow-Jolly ass-Ian dumb. What's up wit it.” Miles winced from the sting, furrowing his eyebrows angrily as he smacked his lips offended, “Damn relax,” the small smile that met Miles his lips giving away he was far from annoyed. “Yea, I got a girl.”.

Aaron shook his head with a gentle smile, “I knew we was related, thought you had no game there for a hot min.” Miles swatted at his uncle mumbling about how he had more game than him. Aaron laughed,“You know ima’ have to meet her right? If I don’t like her, she’s out.” Miles rolled his eyes, “You gon like her, trust.”. Miles was more than confident Aaron would love you, the real issue being that Aaron might like you more than he liked his own nephew.

A comfortable silence fell over the two as they kept cleaning. Aaron picked up the last of the materials and put them in their rightful place, looking at his nephew, “So, you serious ‘bout her?”

Miles peered up at his uncle, a sincere look washing over his eyes.

“me voy a casar con ella.”

©axeoverblade

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[chion3spid3r]

Literally beautiful

Sonic Spinner, tearing up the dance floor. Literally man. My freaky deaky <3

[chion3spid3r]

who am I talking to ?

pairings : earth42!Milesxfem!reader

warnings : alcohol and substance usage, drunken behaviour, physical altercations, mention of injuries and blood, mentions of kissing, suggestive, intimate interactions, strong language, swearing, emotional distress, stalking and intrusions, peer pressure, thriller elements

summary : you fell for the prowler at the first place

a/n : I may be obsessed by one character I think but c’monnn 😙

words count : 5.4k

pt1 -> pt2

the night was alive with the vibrant chaos of a birthday party at your friend's house. the heady mix of alcohol and a hint of something stronger coursed through your veins, leaving you dizzy and disoriented. you danced with reckless abandon until your feet ached, surrounded by a blur of boys and girls exchanging kisses without a care.

eventually, the pain in your feet became unbearable. you stumbled towards a couch near the dance floor, collapsing onto it with a heavy sigh. as you glanced at your phone, the screen flickered and died, the battery drained. It was 3:36 AM.

you knew it was time to leave. with a resigned sigh, you pushed yourself up and made your way to your friends. tapping Layla on the shoulder, you leaned in and yelled over the pounding music, "I'm heading back home!"

Layla looked at you with a pout, her expression a mix of disappointment and drunken cheer. "nooo, {Y/N}, stay here with us! girl!"

you smiled, shaking your head. "no, no, I need to get back home now. it's late. bye, girly. happy birthday again!" the words slurred together as you waved goodbye and staggered towards the door.

the moment you stepped outside, the cool night air hit you, sending shivers down your spine. the streets of New York were quieter now, but your mind was a foggy mess from too many vodka shots. you started walking, hoping to find your way home, when you remembered your phone was dead, and with it, your GPS.

"great," you muttered to yourself, frustration mingling with your inebriation. you tried to recall the route home, but it was like navigating a labyrinth in the dark.

as you wandered aimlessly, the sounds of a struggle reached your ears. you rounded a corner and saw two men fighting in a dark alley. one of them, unmistakable with his glowing purple eyes, was the notorious Prowler. fear froze you in place as the other man, bloody and desperate, spotted you.

"come here, you!" he yelled, rushing towards you. panic took over, and you raised your hands defensively. but nothing happened. no impact, no pain. you peeked through your fingers to see the Prowler standing over the lifeless body of his opponent, his claws dripping with blood.

"it's dangerous out here, ma'am," the Prowler's voice was altered by his mask, making it sound almost robotic.

in your drunken state, words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them. "o-okay… I mean… yes… can… uh… I'm lost…" tears began to stream down your face, the alcohol amplifying your emotions.

the Prowler sighed, his tone exasperated. "okay? and?"

desperation pushed you to plead. "and?? juro que es estúpido… can you bring me home if you don't want me to get kidnapped or worse! raped!"

his clawed hand clamped over your mouth, silencing you. "shush it. why would I?"

thinking quickly, you blurted, "or I'll tell everyone who killed this man."

the Prowler regarded you with a mix of annoyance and amusement thought the mask. "that's the Prowler, yeah, everyone knows that."

you groaned, feeling foolish. "please! I'll do everything that you ask, Prowler, just take me home!"

he paused, considering your offer. after a moment, he pulled out a phone. "deal?"

"deal," you agreed hastily, giving him your address.

without another word, he scooped you up and launched into the air, his grappling hook propelling you both from rooftop to rooftop. the city blurred beneath you as you clung to him, your screams echoing in the night.

"slow down, slow down, slow down!!!" you cried, your grip tightening around his neck.

finally, you arrived at your apartment building. the Prowler set you down, his eyes still glowing ominously. "remember our deal," he said, his voice a low growl distorted.

tou nodded, too shaken to argue. "thank you," you whispered.

he turned to leave before disappearing into the night.

back in your apartment, you collapsed onto your bed, the night's events replaying in your mind. you were safe, thanks to the Prowler. but what would he ask of you in return? as you drifted off to sleep, you couldn't shake the feeling that your life had just become infinitely more complicated.

monday morning arrived with an unforgiving brightness, and you dragged yourself to school, still feeling the effects of the weekend's chaos. your head throbbed, and your eyelids felt like they were weighed down by lead. the halls of your high school buzzed with the usual chatter, but you moved through them in a daze, barely registering the noise around you.

in first period, you found your usual seat and slumped over your desk, desperately trying to stay awake. your friends, Layla among them, were chattering away, recounting the events of the party. you tried to join in, but your brain felt like it was wrapped in cotton. before you knew it, your head had dropped to your arms, and you were out cold.

you were jolted awake by the sharp rap of a ruler on your desk. "ms. {Y/N}, sleeping in class again? detention after school," the teacher announced sternly, her voice cutting through your groggy haze.

detention was a dreary affair, but as you walked into the room, you were surprised to see Miles Morales sitting at one of the desks. he was the quiet, brooding type—handsome in a way that made your heart skip a beat whenever you saw him. his braids, his sharp jawline, and his intense eyes had always captivated you, even though he rarely spoke to anyone.

you took a seat a few desks away, trying not to stare. Miles glanced up, his gaze briefly meeting yours. there was something familiar in his eyes, something that made your mind flash back to the Prowler’s piercing purple gaze. you shook off the thought.

as the detention supervisor droned on about the rules, you found yourself sneaking glances at Miles. his demeanor was cold, distant, almost aloof, but there was a complexity to him that intrigued you. his nonchalant attitude, the way he leaned back in his chair with an air of indifference, only made him more attractive.

when the supervisor left the room for a moment, you took a deep breath and turned to Miles. "hey, rough weekend, huh?" you ventured, trying to sound casual.

Miles looked at you, his expression unreadable. "yeah, you could say that," he replied, his voice low and smooth. it sent a shiver down your spine.

"i'm {Y/N}, by the way," you said, offering a small smile.

"i know," Miles said, his eyes softening just a fraction. "i'm Miles."

there was a silence that stretched between you, but it wasn't uncomfortable. it was charged with unspoken words, with the weight of a shared moment neither of you fully understood.

"so, what landed you in detention?" you asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

"just… stuff," Miles said, shrugging. "not really worth talking about."

you nodded, sensing that pushing for more would only make him withdraw. "i get it. sometimes it feels like this place is a prison."

Miles gave a small, almost imperceptible smile. "yeah, something like that."

as the conversation lulled, you couldn't help but think about the Prowler again. the way Miles carried himself, the way his eyes seemed to hold secrets—it was uncanny. but it was a ridiculous notion. Miles Morales, the quiet, reserved boy in your class, couldn't be the ruthless vigilante you had encountered.

yet, as you sat there, you couldn't deny the flutter in your chest. Miles was handsome, yes, but there was something more. and for Miles, sitting next to you, the girl he had secretly fallen for, was almost too much to bear. he had watched you from afar, his feelings growing with each passing day, but his life as the Prowler made it impossible for him to be close to anyone.

after what felt like an eternity, detention ended. you gathered your things, casting one last glance at Miles. "see you around," you said, your voice softer than before.

"yeah, see you," Miles replied, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer.

as you walked out of the room, you couldn't shake the feeling that something significant had just happened. Miles Morales was more than he seemed, and you were determined to find out what lay behind those intense eyes. little did you know, he was thinking the same thing about you, his heart torn between his duties as the Prowler and his desire to be close to you.

after a long, exhausting day at school, you finally returned home. the weight of the day seemed to melt away the moment you stepped through the door of your apartment. your sanctuary. you locked the door behind you and leaned against it for a moment, savoring the quiet.

you headed straight to the bathroom, peeling off your clothes as you went. the hot water of the shower was a welcome relief, washing away the grime and stress of the day. you closed your eyes, letting the steam envelop you as you worked the shampoo into your hair, the scent of lavender filling the air. you scrubbed your body with a loofah, relishing the feeling of cleanliness, and spent extra time massaging the tension out of your neck and shoulders.

after rinsing off, you stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a plush towel, patting your skin dry. your hair required special attention, being the beautiful, curly hair. you applied a generous amount of leave-in conditioner, working it through your curls with your fingers. you then used a wide-tooth comb to gently detangle your hair, starting from the tips and working your way up to the roots, taking care to avoid breakage. once your hair was detangled, you applied a nourishing oil to lock in the moisture, your curls now defined and shiny. finally, you styled your hair in a protective manner to keep it healthy and hydrated overnight.

you pulled on your favorite pair of sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, the fabric soft and comforting against your skin. you towel-dried your hair and brushed it out, feeling refreshed and a little more human.

next, you headed to the kitchen for a quick snack. you grabbed an apple and a granola bar, then poured yourself a glass of water. you carried your makeshift meal to your desk and sat down, ready to tackle your homework. the pile of assignments seemed never-ending, but you knew you had to get through it.

you settled in, opening your textbooks and spreading your notes out in front of you. the familiar routine of solving equations and analyzing literature helped you unwind. the rhythmic scratching of your pen against the paper was almost soothing. time passed quickly as you worked through problem after problem, paragraph after paragraph.

suddenly, a sharp tapping noise at your window made you jump. your heart pounded in your chest as you turned to see what had caused the sound. at first, you saw nothing, just the dark night outside your window. but then, a shadow moved, and you saw him—the Prowler.

your breath caught in your throat. he was just as imposing as you remembered, his purple eyes glowing ominously in the darkness. he didn't knock or greet you. he just stood there, waiting. you hesitated for a moment before moving to the window, your hands trembling slightly as you unlocked it and pushed it open.

the Prowler climbed in with a silent grace, his presence filling the room. he didn't waste any time with pleasantries. "do you have a knife?" he asked, his voice cold and mechanical through the mask.

"a knife?" you echoed, startled by the request. "uh, yeah, I think so. give me a second." you hurried to the kitchen, rummaging through the drawers until you found a sharp, sturdy blade. you returned to your room, the knife clutched tightly in your hand.

he took it from you without a word, examining it briefly before nodding. "good," he said. then, without another word, he turned and climbed back out the window, disappearing into the night as quickly and silently as he had arrived.

you stood there for a moment, staring at the open window, your mind racing. why had he needed the knife? what was he planning to do with it? the questions buzzed around in your head, but there were no answers to be found. with a sigh, you closed the window and locked it, trying to push the encounter out of your mind.

you returned to your desk, but the focus you had earlier was gone. the homework that had once seemed so absorbing now felt trivial. after a few futile attempts to concentrate, you gave up and decided to call it a night. you packed up your books and headed to your bedroom, the day's events replaying in your mind.

you changed into your pajamas—a soft, worn T-shirt and a pair of loose shorts—then climbed into bed. as you lay there, staring at the ceiling, you couldn't help but think about Miles. his familiar yet enigmatic presence at detention, and now, the terrifying yet fascinating encounter with the Prowler.

your eyelids grew heavy, but sleep didn't come easily. your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Miles was handsome, mysterious, and somehow, you felt drawn to him in a way you couldn't quite explain. and the Prowler—his cold demeanor, his dangerous aura—only added to the intrigue.

eventually, exhaustion overcame you, and you drifted off to sleep. Your dreams were filled with flashes of purple eyes and braided hair, of silent shadows and whispered secrets. little did you know, Miles Morales was thinking of you too, his heart torn between his life as the Prowler and his feelings for you.

as the city outside your window continued its restless dance, you slept soundly, unaware of the tangled web of fate that was slowly drawing you closer to the mysterious boy with the cold eyes and the warm heart.

the next morning, you woke up feeling surprisingly energetic. Despite the strange encounter with the Prowler, you felt a sense of excitement about the day ahead. you got dressed, pulled your curls into a stylish puff, and headed to school with a renewed sense of purpose. the events of the previous night played on a loop in your mind, but you pushed them to the back, focusing instead on the potential for new beginnings.

as you walked through the school halls, you couldn’t help but think about Miles. his presence at detention, the way he carried himself, and the undeniable connection you felt. you were determined to find out more about him, but for now, you had to get through the school day.

in the afternoon, during your literature class, Khai, a boy who had been infatuated with you for ages, started bothering you again. he had a habit of making sexist jokes and annoying comments, all in a misguided attempt to get your attention.

“hey, Y/N, did you do something yo your hairs today ? you look hotter than the sun,” Khai said with a smirk, leaning over your desk.

you rolled your eyes and pushed him away. “Khai, seriously? can't you stop?”

but Khai didn’t get the hint. He continued his attempts to impress you with more crude jokes and comments. you felt a mix of frustration and annoyance building up inside you. just as you were about to snap at him, you heard a familiar cold voice.

“she said stop,” Miles said, his tone icy and menacing. he stood behind Khai, his dark eyes narrowed.

Khai turned around, surprised. “whoa, chill, man. I was joking.”

Miles stepped closer, his presence intimidating. “you’re pissing her off, you aint seeing or what ?”

Khai mumbled something under his breath and slinked away, clearly intimidated by Miles’ demeanor. you looked at Miles, your heart racing. his cold gaze shifted to you for a moment, but he didn’t say a word. he just turned and walked away, leaving you stunned and oddly flustered. "thanks ? i guess" you talked clearly in the wind.

as soon as Miles was out of sight, Layla came running up to you, practically bouncing with excitement. “oh my god, Y/N, did you see that? Miles Morales just stood up for you! that’s insane!”

you laughed, still processing what had happened. “yeah, I saw. why such a big deal?”

“are you kidding? Miles never does that for anyone. he’s always so aloof and distant. you’re lucky gurl” Layla exclaimed, her eyes wide with amazement.

you smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. maybe there was more to Miles than you realized. as the day went on, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him whenever you saw him in the hallways. each time, he seemed to be surrounded by an air of mystery and intrigue that only made you more curious.

later, during PE class, you joined your friends for some exercise. you ran a few laps around the track, enjoying the fresh air and the sense of freedom that came with it. after that, you settled down to watch the boys’ basketball game. Miles was on the court, his team dominating the game.

you watched in awe as he moved with a grace and agility that was mesmerizing. every shot he took seemed effortless, and his focus was intense. you found yourself cheering for him, your excitement growing with each point his team scored.

“go, Miles!” you shouted, your voice ringing out across the gym.

Miles glanced up at the sound of your voice, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. for a brief moment, his cold exterior seemed to soften, and he gave you a small smile before returning his attention to the game.

Miles’ team won, and as the final buzzer sounded, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride for him. you joined the rest of the students in cheering and applauding the players. Miles looked up again, his eyes finding yours in the crowd. there was something unreadable in his gaze, a mix of emotions that you couldn’t quite decipher.

as you headed to the locker room with your friends, you couldn’t stop thinking about the events of the day. from Miles standing up for you to his impressive performance on the court, he was constantly on your mind. and little did you know, Miles was thinking about you too. he admired your strength, your kindness, and the way you carried yourself. despite his cold exterior, you had managed to make a significant impact on him, and he was struggling with his own feelings of attraction and vulnerability.

the day ended with a sense of anticipation. you knew that something was changing between you and Miles, and you were eager to see where this new connection would lead.

Here is a continuation of the story with the scene you described, full of details, dialogue, and the growing tension between Miles and you:

miles strode into the gymnasium with his basketball team, his eyes immediately drawn to the cheerleaders practicing at the far end. there she was, y/n, amidst the squad, her movements graceful and precise. he couldn't help but admire the way she moved, the way her curls bounced with each cheer, and the radiant smile that lit up her beautiful face when she nailed a routine. she was stunning, and miles found himself unable to tear his gaze away, mentally detailing every little thing about her.

as his team began their warm-ups, a few of the guys whistled and hollered at the cheerleaders, making crude comments that made miles' skin crawl with jealousy. "damn, y/n looking fiiine today," one of them said with a low whistle, and miles grit his teeth, trying his best to tune them out and focus on the court.

when the cheerleaders finished up and headed for the locker rooms, miles seized his chance. he quickly made his way over, his heart pounding as he approached the door. taking a deep breath, he knocked lightly before letting himself in.

y/n was at her locker, her back to him as she gathered her things. miles allowed his eyes to linger on her for just a moment, admiring the curve of her hips and the way her shorts hugged her body perfectly.

clearing his throat, he moved closer. "hey," he said, his voice soft yet confident.

y/n turned at the sound, her eyes widening slightly when she saw him there. "miles, hey," she replied with a warm smile that made his stomach flip.

"you guys killed it out there," miles told her, taking another step forward. "that routine was insane."

"thanks," y/n said, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly from the compliment. "you've got skills on the court too, you know. that last shot you made was amazing."

miles grinned, unable to contain his pride at her words. "you noticed that, huh?" he teased lightly, taking another step until they were face to face.

y/n met his gaze steadily, her lips quirked in an amused smile. "kinda hard not to when you move like that."

his heart skipped at the subtle flirtation in her tone. "oh yeah?" he murmured, his voice dropping lower. "you gonna come watch me play again then?"

her eyes sparkled with a playful glint. "maybe i will," she replied smoothly. "if you're lucky."

miles chuckled, boldly reaching out to let his fingers graze her bare arm, relishing in the shiver that ran through her at the contact. "guess i'll have to keep impressing you then."

y/n opened her mouth to reply, but whatever she was going to say was cut off by the loud clearing of a throat behind them. they jumped apart to see the janitor standing there, an irritated frown on his weathered face.

"you kids need to clear out," he grumbled. "i gotta lock up and clean in here."

miles swallowed hard, trying to mask his disappointment at being interrupted. "yeah, no problem, man. we were just leaving."

y/n quickly gathered the rest of her things, avoiding the janitor's judgemental stare. "i'll see you around, miles," she said softly, giving him one last lingering look before brushing past him.

"yeah, see you," miles replied, his voice strained as he watched her go. as soon as she was out of sight, he couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face, his body still buzzing from their heated exchange. quietly, he followed her out, not wanting their time together to end just yet.

he caught up to her just outside the gym doors. "hey, wait up!" he called out. "i'll walk you out."

y/n slowed, allowing him to fall into step beside her. "you don't have to do that," she said, though the corner of her lips curved upwards.

"i want to," miles insisted with a lopsided smile. "gotta spend as much time with you as i can, right?"

she laughed then, the warm, rich sound sending miles' heart fluttering. "why's that?" she teased.

miles shrugged nonchalantly, stuffing his hands into his pockets to keep from reaching for her again. "just tryna make up for lost time, i guess. feels like i've been sleeping on getting to know you."

her expression softened at his honest words. "well, we can't have that, can we?"

they continued on like that, Miles asking her questions about her life, her dreams, her favorite things to do around the city. and y/n responded in kind, relaxing more and more with each passing moment as the conversation flowed easily between them. she couldn't remember the last time she'd connected with someone so quickly and deeply.

before either of them realized it, they had reached the front entrance where their paths would diverge. miles felt a pang of disappointment, not ready for their time together to end just yet.

"well," he said, slowing to a stop and turning to face her fully. "guess i'll let you get going."

y/n nodded, worrying her bottom lip briefly as she hesitated. "yeah, i should head home…" she trailed off, her gaze locked with his, heavy with unspoken possibility.

miles opened his mouth to ask her to grab a bite, to keep their conversation going anywhere but here. but then he remembered - the Prowler had plans tonight, a mission he couldn't put off or reschedule. his face fell slightly as the realization hit him.

"unless…you wanted to do this again sometime?" he asked instead, unable to keep the hopeful note from his voice. "i actually gotta take care of some stuff tonight, but maybe we could get that food another time?"

if y/n was disappointed by his inability to take her up on her unspoken offer, she didn't show it. her smile only brightened. "definitely. I'd really like that."

miles returned her smile, his body still buzzing with anticipation for whatever this new connection was budding between them. "cool, it's a date then."

they lingered there for a moment longer, the charge crackling in the air around them. finally, y/n gave a little wave. "asta luego, miles."

"see you later," he echoed, watching intently as she turned and headed off. miles waited until she was completely out of sight before allowing the grin to spread across his face, giddy and light in a way he couldn't remember feeling for a long time.

as excited as he was about the potential of exploring this thing with y/n further, a small part of him couldn't help the twinge of guilt. his life as the Prowler was one of secrecy and solitude - opening himself up, even a little, felt dangerous. still, the prospect of getting to know y/n better, of unlocking the mystery of who she truly was, it made the risk seem worthwhile.

with a lingering smile and his heart filled with new purpose, miles turned and headed off to prepare for his nightly patrol, already counting down the hours until he could see y/n again.

2 months of date with miles passed...

Here's the continuation with Miles visiting you as the cold, unfriendly Prowler at night, but then panicking when his identity is accidentally revealed, leading to him breaking character and becoming his usual flirty self with you:

y/n had just settled into bed when a tapping at her window made her whole body tense. she turned to see the imposing figure of the prowler lurking outside, his glowing purple eyes piercing the darkness.

with a resigned sigh, she climbed out of bed and opened the window a crack. "what do you want?" she asked flatly, already regretting the words as soon as they left her mouth.

the prowler didn't respond at first, simply staring at her through the narrow opening with those unnerving luminous eyes. finally, he spoke, his voice distorted and devoid of any warmth.

"let me in."

it wasn't a request, but a demand, one y/n knew better than to refuse. she pulled the window open wider, allowing the prowler to effortlessly hoist himself inside with silent, predatory grace.

he turned to face her, the full imposing bulk of his frame mere feet away. y/n swallowed hard, hating how her heart pounded with a mix of fear and something else she couldn't quite name whenever he was near.

"sooo?" she prodded when the weighted silence stretched on too long. "you just gonna creep around my room all night or…?"

"be quiet," the prowler growled, his artificially deepened rasp making the hairs on the back of y/n's neck prickle. "when i want to hear you speak, i'll ask."

she instantly fell silent, chastened by the cold menace in his tone. the prowler regarded her for another long moment before reaching up to tap something on the side of his mask. at once, the purple glow in his eye sockets dimmed, seeming to deactivate whatever night vision setting he'd had engaged.

"better," he muttered in that same eerie voice. "don't need that in here."

y/n frowned in confusion. "uh, i have lamps, you know…"

"didn't ask," he cut her off sharply.

she pressed her lips together to keep from snapping back, sensing the prowler's rapidly fraying patience. what did he want from her tonight? their usual deal was frighteningly open-ended.

as if reading her mind, the prowler took a heavy step closer, further invading her personal space. "remember our deal, girl? told you i'd want something in return someday for saving your ass that night."

y/n's heart rate kicked up another notch but she met his masked gaze steadily, refusing to show fear. "and what's that?"

in lieu of a response, the prowler grabbed her wrist and tugged her flush against his solid body. y/n gasped at the sudden contact as he wrapped one powerful arm around her waist, effectively trapping her.

the prowler leaned in until his expressionless mask was just inches from her face, voice lowering to a gravelly murmur. "think you can figure it out."

y/n's mind went blank with panic, heart thundering as she registered the unmistakable implication behind his words and actions. without thinking, she shoved hard against his chest, trying to put space between them. her palm must have hit the button to disengage his mask, because there was a soft hissing sound as it depressurized and began to retract—

"wait, no—!" the prowler cried out, a stark contrast to the cold, grating rasp from before.

but it was too late. the mask had already fully retracted, revealing the handsome, panic-stricken face of miles morales beneath. he stared at y/n with wide, terrified eyes, all traces of the prowler's menacing demeanor instantly evaporated.

y/n could only gape at him, frozen with shock, barely registering that miles was rapidly pulling away, putting several feet of distance between them as he raked a hand through his tousled curls.

"shit, oh shit, y/n, i'm sorry, i shouldnt've…" he trailed off helplessly, averting his eyes as a flush crept up his neck, stealing his composure. "you weren't supposed to see me like this."

"miles…" y/n breathed, still trying to process the complete 180 from cold, indifferent prowler to the adorably flustered boy standing before her. "you're…you really are—"

"yeah," he admitted hoarsely, sneaking a glance back up at her through those impossibly long lashes of his. "surprise, i guess."

y/n shook her head slowly. "not as much of one as you'd think."

miles frowned slightly at that. "whaddya mean?"

instead of replying, y/n took a few tentative steps towards him, emboldened by the stark change in his demeanor. once she was close enough to reach out and touch him, she allowed herself a small smile.

"i had my suspicions," she murmured, lifting one hand to trace the line of his sharp jaw with a featherlight touch. miles shivered at the contact, those hazel eyes of his darkening as she continued. "about you being more than just some quiet, brooding loner. turns out i was right."

the words clearly took miles by surprise, and he seemed at a momentary loss for how to respond. y/n took advantage of his silence, her fingers skating up to brush one of those temptingly full lips.

"gotta say, though…" she went on, bringing her face mere inches from his own. "never would've pegged you for a vigilante. but i can definitely work with it."

she punctuated the words by leaning in and pressing her lips to his in a devastatingly soft kiss that had miles melting instantly against her. all of his former tension, all of his panic over being unmasked dissolved as he eagerly returned the gentle pressure, one large hand coming up to cradle her face while the other settled at the small of her back and pulled her flush against him.

when they finally broke apart, miles was gazing at her with a look of such naked adoration and longing, y/n nearly had to catch her breath. he brushed a rogue lock of hair from her face tenderly.

"y/n…" he murmured, his voice lower and richer than she'd ever heard it. "god, you have no idea how long i've wanted…"

he trailed off, seeming momentarily overwhelmed, but y/n just beamed at him, so painfully endeared by his sudden shyness.

"don't worry, hot stuff," she teased lightly, trailing a finger down the sculpted line of his chest. "i'm all yours. prowler powers and all."

miles let out a shaky laugh, a joyful, boyish sound that made her insides twist with fondness. then he was pulling her close once more, his mouth finding hers again in a series of lingering kisses interspersed with barely audible confessions of how incredible she was, how amazing, how he'd never felt this way about anyone before.

*to be continued*

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PARTY CRUSH2

pairings : aged!up!earth42!Miles x fem!reader

warnings : alcohol, smut, twerk, sensual touches, dirty talk, (AGED UP MILES)

summary : Miles is secretly the Prowler, you are his best-friend, his girl best-friend. And you know about his secret identity from the beginning. This night, Miles used to join you at a party, he isn’t really attracted by parties but go because you insisted.

a/n : FIRST FANFIC GUYS ! I am literally obsessed with Prowler Miles😌 so hope you like it the part two✌️

PT.1 -> PT.2

preview ->

“ma…I can’t take it anymore…” he said as a revelation, it was like a love reveal. You looked at his soft lips before saying the start word. “Take me~” you said sensually. You were both actually conscious about the act that was gonna happen…

following ->

Miles’ eyes widen, you were so close that your nose barely touched when you saw his green eyes widened. You weren’t sure of what you said, but you felt him turned on. He grin at you after a bit, a grin you know well. He grabbed your waist, roughly. His treatment with you was quite rough and feral, but it just turned you on more. His head nestled in your neck before turning his head to have his mouth against your ear, his husky breath in your ear sent shiver down your spine. You never felt something like this before. He whispered huskily “oh, don’t worry for that…I’ll make you moan like you never did before…”

you whined at his answer in your ear, his wet lips were against your ear before training kiss from your ear to your neck and your sensitive spot. He knew you so well, even if you both never did those kind of things before. He withdrew his hand of your waist to slide them down on behind your thigh. You knew what he was up to so you jumped, your legs wrapping around his hips.

He carried you, grabbing you by your ass. You didn’t know where he was gonna take you, but you knew his intentions just by feeling a bump in his crotch.

He took you out of the nightclub and before you knew, he was taking you in his apartment. Your head was in his neck as your arms was around his neck. He was carrying you down the street as he arrived in front of the front door.

He didn’t wait more time, he entered, looking if there was is mother or his uncle, no. So he head quickly to his room and let you fall in his bed. Your back hit the softness of his mattress. He removed your heels without stopping the eye contact. You sighed of pleasure just by seeing his eyes on you. He smirked, knowing the effect he ad on you. “mami…” he said as he finished of removing your heels and climb up to you. Placing your legs around his hips. You realised something, you didn’t kissed at all. You were about to fuck, but you didn’t even kiss him.

In a last thought, you felt his hardness pressing between your legs. You whined softly “miles…” you surrounded his neck with your arms to help yourself to bring him close to you. You caught him getting surprised by your movement, you were now both chest on chest, his torso squeezing your clothed breast, you both looked at each other.

“I want you…miles” you said before tackle your lips on his.

you shut your eyes close to not see his gaze on you that would make you go crazy. his eyes widen open as you kissed him for the first time. as you pulled away, a lil frustrated because he didn’t kissed back. you opened your eyes only to see a red miles, like a tomato. he looked at you with wide opened eyes. “w-wow…” he said as a smile parting his lips. you felt quite less frustrated but still…

“miles…s-sorry I didn’t w-wanted to…” you’ve been cut in your sentence when miles tackled his lips back on yours. his kiss was more savage, you could feel his need to be more close to you, or not only close…

as he was above you on the mattress, you couldn’t help but wanting to be on top of him. so you pushed him while kissing to land on top of him, your between-leg squeezing a clothed bump as you sat on it. a quiet moan got out of miles mouth which makes you grin as you pulled out of the kiss.

“ma…you k-know that if you c-continue…I w-won’t be able to c-control…our acts”

“then don’t control~”

those words of yours makes miles grin. “oww, so that’s how you want this to be..”

you nodded, as he returned above you, his face was seriously playful as he said “take it off” while pointing your dress. you blushed of a dark red and started to listen and taking it off. as you only raked off the top of the dress, his gaze was on your bra. when you finished it, you looked at him, needy. he then looked at your underwear. “don’t you think you forgot some thing ?”. you chuckled and touched of the fingertip his abs before saying. “don’t you think you forget something ?”

he smirked and said “as you wish~” before taking off his shirt, letting you see his torso, his perfectly lined abs, then took off his pant. letting you see more of his bump in the crotch

you then felt a hand on your back that was taking off your bra. you moaned because of the sensation. as your naked breast was facing him he looked at you with lust and throw the bra across the room. you whined quietly, trying not to do noises as he knead your breasts. his head in your neck as he bite and kiss it.

“o-oh my…” you breathed out as miles approached his hand to your flower. as he started doing some movement on your panties he looked at you for your permission. you nodded directly, needing it. he slowly took off your panties, as you whined quietly again.

he throw your panties away and directly put a finger on you. you gasped, it was a bit rough for a first time. he saw your eyes and understood “s-sorry ma…”

you directly said “continue miles p-please..~”

he smirked and started doing come and go movement, trying to find your right spot. as he fingers you, you can’t stop moaning in his hear, feeling yourself opened to him.

when he finally judge you’re ready, he took off his underwear and wait approval. you put your entry in front of him and look at him. he then grabs your thighs roughly and slid himself slowly into you. he let out a pleasure noise in your ear accompanied by yours.

his thrusts on you were getting faster, you couldn’t stop moaning his name. you wanted more and more of him. suddenly, miles turned you to be on all fours. as he did a thrust, it was way deeper in this position, you arched you back as you moaned louder. his hand sliding from your tummy, to your breast squeezing them, to your neck. one hand on your hip, on on your neck, you could feel the climax coming.

then it happened, you both reached the peak of the moment. as he got out of you, you felt yourself falling on the bed catching air. miles laid down beside you. and looked at you with a smile.

“I love you…”

you smiled before saying “me too…” and then closed your eyes.

THE END

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PARTY CRUSH 1

pairings : aged!up!earth42!Miles x fem!reader

warnings : alcohol, start of a smut, twerk, sensual touches (AGED UP MILES)

summary : Miles is secretly the Prowler, you are his best-friend, his girl best-friend. And you know about his secret identity from the beginning. This night, Miles used to join you at a party, he isn’t really attracted by parties but go because you insisted.

a/n : FIRST FANFIC GUYS ! I am literally obsessed with Prowler Miles😌 so hope you like it ✌️

PT.1 -> PT.2

You were in your room, trying some fits for the party. You were on a face time with your best friend too, you actually showed him some fits and he let you know which one was nice. You finished pulling up the straps of your shirt purple dress and go to the field of your camera to show Miles the dress. He was getting ready to do a mission as the Prowler. After this mission he used to join you at the party.

“What ‘bout this ?” you say, turning around to show him. The tight dress shone but not too much. You waited for his answer as he looked at your body. You cleared your throat to let him know you were waiting when he looked up to you across his phone.

“Mmm ? Oh ! The dress is….tight, isn’t she ?” He looked at you questioning with his eyes, you could tell, a lil bothered.

“Yea, that’s pretty in that way, nah ?” You said softly as you looked at your body in the mirror. Questioning if you looked good.

“Yea, well…you look good, ma” he mumbled, bothered. You could tell, something was going on. He looked at you, as you looked at yourself in your mirror before heading back to his business.

“Miles Gonzalo Morales, what’s the matter ?” You sighed as you looked at his face, questioning.

“Can’t you just…wear something above your dress the time I won’t be there ?” He said not facing you, just doing his own business. You looked pissed off he said that.

‘How could he not trust you ?’

You sighed, not ready to allow, so you didn’t responded, you finished your makeup, on your vanity near your phone. He couldn’t see you in the field of the camera. He ad finished his business and is gonna head to the mission. You knew that when he called you

“Listen, (y/n), I trust you, just, take care of yourself till I come. I’ll join you in 1 hour, okay ?” he said softly, yet directive. He was gonna hang up, because he needed to head to his mission right the way

you sighed and appear to the field of the camera to mumble “I’ll take care of myself till you join me, okay” he sighed of relief and waved a lil bye bye that you waved back with a smile

*30 minutes after*

You arrived at the entry of the nightclub and walked in, miles was supposed to be there in 30 minutes. You entered the nightclub, you saw were the dance floor was, were the bar was, were the couches were and surprisingly, the strip bars.

You arrived and walked to the bar, asking for a drink, specially a cocktail, ‘sex on the beach’. You started drinking while analysing every ‘teams’ in the nightclub, you didn’t wanted to go dancing alone, but you did. You started heading to the dance floor after drinking ass dry your drink.

You started doing movements with your body, spinning on yourself and before you knew it was time for Miles to join you. As you danced with random girls. He saw you on the dance floor and smirked then head to the bar to get a drink.

You were actually really drunk and wasn’t always knowing what you were doing. He finished his drink quickly and ask for another before drinking 3 drinks. He then decided to join you, but as he go to the dance floor, the music changed. For a…twerk one…

It was your favourite song for your sensual dance and Miles knew it. He join you and tap on your shoulder to let you give your attention to him. When you turned around you smiled widely.

“Miles !” You said as you jumped in his arms, a thing you never do between you both. He was taken aback but with the alcohol, he didn’t mind it too much and grabbed your waist, he was actually drunk too. He turned you to have your back on his chest and said in your ear “twerk for me, ma~”

You felt the heat on your face increase and you felt his large hands on your waist. The music chorus came in and you didn’t mind twerking on him, he was actually your secret crush so, if you could let him fall for you, you’ll do it. You then started twerking, your butt rubbing his crotch, as you twerk on him. You did sensual movements like letting your hands slide from your boobs to your thighs while twerking. It was getting him aroused, he knew he was doing shit, she is his best friend ! But he didn’t mind on the moment, seeing you twerking on him was actual heaven. You were actually his secret crush, it’s hard for him to admit it.

As you turned to face him, your hair a bit on your face due to your movements as you looked at him with ‘those eyes’. You did pelvic movement, while having your hands on his torso, you knew what you were doing was shit, he is your best friend !

Before you knew, Miles dragged you off the dance floor to the couches. He tackle you on the wall near a couch and looked at you with hungry eyes. “ma…I can’t take it anymore…~”he said as a revelation, it was like a love reveal. You just looked at his lips before saying the start word. “Take me~” you said sensually. You were both actually conscious of the act that was gonna happen…

*to be continued…*

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atsv c.ai bots

first here’s my c.ai account : ‘@oklamxzxm’

— MILES MORALES!1610 :

he’s so bad at comforting people

you both broke up

he spotted you on a rooftop

spider-man saved your life

enemies to lovers

you caught him drawing you

he’s gonna take you somewhere

you’re his black cat

you’re a new spider-woman

he is a vampire

aquarium date

friendship only

— MILES MORALES!42 :

he steals your hoodie

you’re drunk

it as been a while

he is boxing

you’re his black cat

you’re at a camping

you both are arguing

jealous of your plushies

what the hell is this ?

he is mute

— MIGUEL O’HARA :

he is one of the soccer team

you’re summoned to his office

jealous of your plushies

your grumpy roommate

you’re his black cat

friendship only

sweater weather

— HOBIE BROWN :

he help you with the guitar

enemies to lovers

fighting together

he is a vampire

he’s so sorry

you found the spider-man’s identity

you caught his eyes

friendship only

you were at a camping

jealous of your plushies

— BEN REILLY :

he scared you

he is under anesthesia of the mouth

— GANKE LEE :

you’re a spider-person and meet up with him

he is a famous streamer

— GWEN STACY :

she is sleeping here tonight

enemies to lovers

—THE SPOT :

jealous of your plushies

—PAVITR PRABHAKAR :

he is scared of the dark

—PENI PARKER :

she is thinkering

— PETER B. PARKER :

he is your chemistry/physical professor

—SPIDERNOIR :

he is your roommate

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summary : miles is secretly the Prowler, you are his best-friend, his girl best-friend. And you know about his secret identity from the beginning. this night, Miles used to join you at a party, he isn’t really attracted by parties but go because you insisted. (wc-1.9k)

pt1 -> pt2

𑁥౿ who am I talking to ? (e42!miles) ❥ : only the 2nd part.

summary : you fell for the prowler at the first place (wc-5.4k)

pt1 -> pt2

𑁥౿ will love prevail ? (e1610!miles)

summary : miles morales, the Brooklyn Spider-Man, encounters Black Cat, a skilled thief who turns out to be a girl from his class…(w.c-4.9k)

pt1 -> pt2

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𑁥౿ revealed claws (e42!miles) ★

summary : you find out that miles is the prowler (wc-1k)

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