#milesmolasses

[milesmolasses]

nah nah cuz HEAR ME OUTT, that lipstick kiss trend on tiktok with e42!miles and he would usually disagree but he loves when the reader kisses him so he gives in <3 (love your work, btw!!)

kisses for miles (e-42 miles x blk!reader)

— besos para él💋

— ⚠️: reader talkin crazy, use of military time, cursing

y/n: hey lol

mookie 💋: …yes u need sum?

y/n: can u come over please?

mookie 💋: what u tryna get into?

y/n: ur nasty 😒

mookie 💋: dgmt why am I coming over

y/n: baby pleaseeee just come over it’s a surprise

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“nah I know he did not..” you said aloud. miles was always talking about not leaving him on read and now he wanna play games?

you swiped up on your phone, leaving the messages app to check Life360. he made sure to leave his location on at all times for you to find him, especially when he was in prowler duty. checking for miles location, you saw he was on the move to your direction.

rolling your eyes, you took a screenshot and sent it to him captioning it, “u coulda just said i’m omw.”

you rolled out of bed and put on some house slippers. before leaving your room, you threw your bonnet off and played around with your hair, putting the braids in a side part. walking to the living room, you heard a knock on the door; mind you, there was only ever one person who knocked on your door.

going straight for the door, you unlocked it so he could enter on his own. walking back to the living room of your house you yelled, “It’s open!”

you heard two clicks from the door, indicating to you that someone had opened and closed it.

“take off your shoe—!”

“I did.”

sitting crisscrossed on the couch, you looked behind you to the front door to find miles dropping his shoes off near the door. he walked over to you and grabbed you by both hands, pulling you up from the couch. still holding your hands in his, and your lips being mear inches apart he said in a low, deep voice, “so why you call me over here?”

you wrapped your hands around his neck and smiled before placing a soft kiss on his lips. “I can’t ask you to come over no more?” you asked, raising both your eyebrows with a small smile.

he reached for your back, tugging on your braids which lifted your head back and left your neck exposed to him. placing small kisses all over your neck, he smiled as he said between kisses, “of course you can esposa, but why so late is what i’m asking.”

“I wanna do something with you,” you said, pulling away from miles lips on your neck. plopping back down to the couch. miles joined you sitting down as you reached for your phone to pull up the video you wanted to show miles. once you found the video, you gave miles your phone and turned up the volume so he could hear it.

it was a video of a girl putting on lipstick, and “accidentally” smearing some of it under her lip. some random hand came and wiped the makeup off her face, and soon the camera panned to where the hand was coming from— a guy with lipstick stains all over his face and a dopey smile coming on screen.

miles re-watched the video again in silence, eyebrow furrowed to watch the video more intently.

“hell no—”

“but miles, please it’s gonna be so cute,” you pleaded grabbing his hand. you were slightly bouncing on the couch, your face decorated with a puppy dog pout. “you don’t even wear lipstick baby. so whatchu gon’ do?” he challenged.

“I can use lipglo—”

“hell no,” miles said again as he laughed. “that shit is sticky and a pain to get off. ion even like you kissing my lips with that on, let alone my face.”

“why don’t you ever wanna do cute couple stuff wimme?” you whined. miles pulled you onto his lap and kissed your lips again.

“what do you mean? we do cute couple shit all the time. I just don’t want gloss all on my face,” he reasoned as your head forehead came in contact with his chest.

miles remembered all the cute things you made him do with you as a couple; matching nails, the two of you baking, the cute arts and crafts you made him do with you— he remembered all of it.

if he was being honest, he enjoyed all the cute things you made him do with you. he would have never even thought of doing half the shit y’all did together, and now, he has a cute fungo pop that looks like you on his windowsill.

“think about how cute it will be; i’ll sit on your lap—just like i am now— and put kisses all over your face. that don’t sound like heaven to you?”

his hands gripped your waist as he slid them a bit under your shirt; he liked skin-to-skin contact with you. he looked at you with his head tilted to the side, like he was contemplating on whether or not to say yes. “aight, how bout this; show me how you’re gonna get that shit off my face when it’s over.”

you smiled as you scrambled off his lap to go to your room. going straight to your vanity, you opened the first drawer and pulled out a makeup bag with all of your supplies, as well as your micellar water and cotton pads. running quickly back to the living room, you found miles with his legs spread widely and his arms sprawled at the top of your couch.

“ew you look like a man,” you said as you approached the couch.

“you better talk to me nice ‘fore I get the hell up outta here—”

“ok ok i’m sorry!”

he smiled at your reaction as you placed yourself back on his lap facing him. placing the water down next to you, and opening the small pouch, you pulled out your red dior lip oil. “alright, so here’s what imma do; i’m gonna swatch some on my arm, and then i’m gonna show you how to take it off.”

opening the lip oil, you removed the wand and held up your arm. running the wand over your skin ripped a hole in your heart, feeling like this was such a waste of such a good product.

“what’s wrong ma?” miles asked as he saw the small pout on your face.

“i’m wasting my shit for this,” you whined looking pouty. miles raised your chin up to look at him and pecked your lips. “i’ll buy you another one ma, it’s all good,” he said.

whenever miles offered to buy you anything, you got a little shy and bashful, telling him he didn’t need to do that for you. however, he always does it anyway and tells you not to worry about it.

with a downturned smile, you averted your eyes from him and said a small, “okay.” turning back to what you were doing, you showed miles the two swatches of gloss on yours arm. picking up the bottle of micellar water, you told him that this is how you were going to take it off.

opening your box of cotton pads, you grabbed one and put some of the water on the pad. whipping off your arm, you showed him it was cleansed of the lip oil.

“see, good as new. that’s gonna be your face soon too,” you giggled. he grabbed your arm and felt where you whipped the oil off. it felt damp, but not sticky. he raised an eyebrow as if convinced and said,

“i’m still not letting you put that shit on my face mami.”

“Miles-uhh!” you said, dragging out his name.

“ay i’m kidding, relax! i’ll let you do your lil trend, aight?” he laughed as he slid his hands further up your shirt, hands caressing your back, and his face leaned into your chest.

“boy don’t play wimme,” you rolled your eyes and pulled his braids back, making him look at you.

“I am not the one.”

he smiled and leaned back into the couch.

“just put on the gloss and kiss me,” he laughed. you opened back up the lip oil and grabbed your phone. swiping left, you opened up the camera app and rubbed your lips with the wand. miles watched your lips intently as his grip on your waist tightened.

“don’t get too excited, i’m only kissing you.”

putting the want back in the tube, and your phone back on the couch, you grabbed miles face and started with a kiss on the cheek. then, a kiss on the chin. and then before you knew it, he had kiss marks all over his face.

you had to re-apply the gloss to your lips a few times, but when you saw miles entire face and neck smothered in remnants of you, you bit your lip and said, “you look sexy like this.”

“focus on the damn video mami,” said sounding annoyed. he obviously didn’t like the feeling of the gloss on his face because he was scrunching his face up every two seconds.

“what, you don’t like my kisses?” you said with a pretend pout.

“of course I do baby, but this feels so nasty on my face,” he said leaning his head back whining a little.

you grabbed your phone off the couch and told him to stop acting like a baby. going to tiktok and opening your favorite sounds, you clicked on the sound and started recording.

as you re-applied the lip gloss to your lips, you “accidentally” smudged the wand below your lips a little.

after miles reached and used his thumb to wipe the gloss off, you turned the camera to show miles with his head leaned back slightly, and kiss marks all over his face.

grabbing you by your neck, he pulled you in for a kiss just before the video ended. he gave you an opened mouth kiss which you happily returned before pulling back with a loopy smile.

“that wasn’t part of the video…” you said, still inches away from him lips.

“I know.”

— lol I got a lil lazy so I don’t really like his this turned out

— I don’t think miles likes ur lipgloss (*´-`)

— however, e-1610 probably would. he would eat this shit up🤭

[lunarfleur]

I’ll Be Okay, Mama ~ Earth 42! Miles Morales

Summary: Rio peeked into her son’s room once the sound of muffled groans hit her ears. There you two were, just like a young Rio and Jefferson. Miles was laying on his stomach while you were perched on his lower back, straddling his body. Rio watched at you worked through all the tension that had built up in his shoulders. You massaged every muscle, every knot. Miles grunted and groaned under you, and if it hadn’t been such a day, he would’ve been giggling at the noises your touch brought.

Tagging: @juneberrie @sluggmuffin @hiyaitssans @enchanting-violet @nagi3seastorm @milesmolasses @luvjunie @n1cole-ghost @kombuuuu @urfavnegronerd

Warnings:None! Sentimental shit, but nothing bad!

A/N:I’m on something, istg. I just don’t know what it is.

This is x gender neutral reader!

Loving Miles was hardest on the days he didn’t have the energy to be loved.

Any other day, he’d gladly fall victim to the fluttering in his heart and the butterflies in his stomach. He let you hang all over him, intoxicate him with your love and paralyze him with your affections. He’d smother you just the same, kissing across your face whispering words no one else has heard from him.

But not today.

There was so much tension in the way he walked, so much exhaustion in the kisses he gave you, if you could even call them that. His lips would barely ghost over your skin. He couldn’t even look you in the eyes.

All day, Miles had yet to pull you into his lap. He had yet to kiss you deeply. He had yet to insist on holding your hand. That was abnormal. He always held your hand.

“Miles?”

“Hm?”

It was a dull, quiet, bored tone that answered you. He didn’t even bother to look in your direction. He sat, hunched at his desk while you lounged on his bed. You stared at the back of his head. Maybe it’d let him hear your thoughts.

“What’s happening up there?” You asked.

He knew what you meant. ‘Up there’ was his head. His brain. The mind that was smart and so good. Him.

“Nun.”

Sighing, you got out of his bed. Maybe, with enough coaxing, he’d let himself bask in the comfort of his blankets and the warmth of your touch. Maybe, just maybe, he’d give in to his body’s desire for comfort, for reassurance. Just maybe.

You walked towards him, your hands sliding up his shoulders. You kissed the back of his head, right in between his braids, while you dug the pads of your fingers into the muscle. You could feel how tense he was.

“Baby,” you whispered. “Come on. Give yourself a chance to relax.”

Miles only shrugged you off.

“I’m fine, [Name.]”

You couldn’t help but huff. You were frustrated at how stubborn he way. Sure, you knew he couldn’t help it. It was in his nature. That stubbornness was built in his bones and flowed through his blood. It was the one thing that made him a Morales. He wasn’t supposed to run from things. That included his own problems.

“Stop doing this to yourself,” you pushed forward. You heard him sigh, watching as he bent forward to rub his eyes.

“Baby,” he just about seethed, “it’s a’ight. Just go back to what you was doin before.”

But you didn’t budge. Once he leaned back against his chair, you kissed the back of his neck. It was the one place that could get him to break, to melt, to give in.

“Come on,” you repeated. Miles sighed loudly, but stood up nonetheless.

He took a few steps forward before flopping onto his bed. Head first into his pillow, he slid forward. A meek, quiet grunt escaped his lips and you could see him fighting sleep already.

Just then, you heard the front door open. When Miles didn’t blink, you didn’t either. It didn’t seem important at the time.

But when Rio didn’t hear any noise coming from Miles’s bedroom, she got curious. Normally, you two would be talking or a movie would be playing or music would be coming from a speaker while you guys napped. But it was quiet.

Rio peeked into her son’s room once the sound of muffled groans hit her ears. There you two were, just like a young Rio and Jefferson. Miles was laying on his stomach while you were perched on his lower back, straddling his body. Rio watched at you worked through all the tension that had built up in his shoulders. You massaged every muscle, every knot. Miles grunted and groaned under you, and if it hadn’t been such a day, he would’ve been giggling at the noises your touch brought.

She leaned against the door frame, watching you soothe his pains with your hands while he fell into the grasp of sleep below you. She was sure it hurt, the feeling of all that built-up stress being forced away.

It was at that time she remembered the first day he left for school at Visions. It was a good school, but she still felt that motherly fear of God-knows-what when she kissed him goodbye at the door.

“Please, be safe, Mijo,” she had said, kissing his cheeks.

“I’ll be okay, mama,” Miles had chuckled.

But every week he came home, he seemed less and less okay. His eye bags grew heavier and heavier. Her already quiet son had grown all but mute. His, “School’s been good,” turned into, “it’s a’ight.” But what was she supposed to do?

Then one week, he came home a little happier than normal. Despite the bags and how weak his voice seemed, there was an unusual pep in his step. You.

It made her think back to a young Jefferson. The sweet boy she knew who held the door and gave her flowers. He gave her notes and his jacket when she was cold. It was a sweet, giving kind of love. And in return, she healed him with each kiss and every smile. She massaged his shoulders and back and neck when things just seemed to hurt.

“Go to sleep, baby,” Rio heard you whisper. He grunted in response.

You reminded her so much of who she was when she was young, loving her guy and ridding him of his pain. She was grateful, thankful for the way it didn’t seem to bother you. For a second, she wondered what things would be like if he was still here.

Slowly, Rio stepped away. Whether or not you knew she was there, she didn’t know. But she did know that, for the time being, she could be confident that her son was being loved the way he deserved.

And yeah, he’d be okay.

[all444miles]

— VAMP LOVE

— paring: e42!miles x fem!reader

— genre: fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Absolutely.”

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[anikaluv]

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[moralesluvr]

hii! i cant tell if you do requests or not but i’ll try anyways. can you do a miles42 with a black reader who loves all things barbie, hello kitty and pink? like girl is obsessed with her miniskirts and crop stops and accessories

earth42!miles morales and his girly girl gf!

♡ pairings & aus: miles morales x girly!black!reader ♡ summary: just miles and his pretty girly gf! ♡ warnings: jus fluff! also a little teeeeensy suggestive ♡ a/n: thanks for your request! ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

when miles first came to your place, he felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb

he walked into your room and pink was literally everywhere. on your bedsheets, on your desk, on your wall, on your dresser- literally everything

he would pick up your hello kitty plushies and stare at all the different variants of them

"this cute as hell." he giggled, twisting the stuffed animal in his palm, looking at all the little trims on it

he definitely loves the contrast between the both of you. he finds it adorable when he's wearing like black and white, and you're over here in a pink miniskirt with a fluffy white sweater and heels

although he loves buying you jordan's that fit your aesthetic, especially if they're pink!!

everytime he kisses you he gets lip gloss on his lips and i just know he secretly loves it. bonus points if you're wearing lipstick because he likes the print your pretty lips leave on hip

he notices that you have tons of collectibles. china dolls, cute mini lego characters, plushies, and limited edition barbies. he finds delight in looking at them, theyre just so cute

miles knows how much you like matching sets from victoria's secret or pink, and he always asks you to show them to him

def admires the way they look on you. he's over here sitting on the couch, leaning back onto the velvety cushioning as you display your new set for him. he's like licking his lips and hyping you up as you spin for him

bro is your bodyguard when you go out in public. you're always somewhere wearing cute little itty bitty skirts, so he always has his hand behind you or on his side so people aren't hitting on you

although when they do, he's so protective of u it's so cute

he doesn't like to bring it up, but he jacked a mf at the mall for telling you that your skirt was too short. security had to escort him AND you out, but he always claims it was worth it

buys you all the kate spade, all the marc jacobs, all the tiffany and co. it always has pink or hearts on it, and your favorite is the tiffany and co bracelet that he got you. it's got a heart chain on it and the back has both of your initials on it (last names both m...he's locked in)

if you cheer or dance, he's pulling up to every comp/game that you have

he loves his girly girl gf <3

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 ☻ thank you for reading!

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[yae-energy]

thank you to my mann

synopsis: what it’s like coming home to your boyfriend nanami

cast: bf! nanami x black fem reader

cw: light cursing, fluff fluff fluff galore | wc: 507. 2,634 char.

a/n: thank you to my pookie bear quincy for suggesting this !!

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boyfriend! nanami. . . who nearly runs to greet you at the door and take your coat, glad you both decided to ignore the fact he nearly tripped over his own feet in an attempt to get to you. the best part of his day was seeing you return to your shared home safe and sound, ready to fall into his arms.

boyfriend! nanami. . . who gently massages your shoulders, kissing your cheeks softly as he allows you to ramble on about the stress inducing events that occurred throughout your work shift. all the coworkers that irritated you to the core, the managers that didn’t know how to do their damn job, and the ridiculous workload. nanami knew of it all, and he was there to help you relax and take the pain away.

boyfriend! nanami. . . who prepares a bubble bath with epsom salt for you to soak in. he knows you must be sore from sitting at a desk all day in the most uncomfortable position imaginable; head craning down at a computer screen that was probably damaging your eyesight by the millisecond. he hated the thought of your body deteriorating from the inhumanity of your job, only to receive a below-mediocre salary in return. you were a person and deserved to be treated as such.

boyfriend! nanami. . . who prepares your favorite meal while you soaked in the tub. readying a bottle of his best wine for you to enjoy when you decided to come out and eat your dinner. he never, ever, rushed you to finish. you’ve had people treating you badly all day and he’d rather chop his foot off than make you feel like that at your place of comfort.

boyfriend! nanami. . . who smiles from ear to ear when you emerge from the bedroom all cozied up in your rob and slippers. he takes a moment to appreciate how lucky he was to have you, before escorting you to the dinner table where you both eat together and chat more about your respective days. if you happened to be in a worse mood when you came home he kept the talk about himself to a minimum and fully focused on you and how you were feeling. you were his top priority in that instance and he wanted you to feel as such.

boyfriend! nanami. . . who puts on some soothing music and offers to dance with you. it was your favorite part of the night regardless of how you felt when you came home, swaying with him to the sounds of romantic jazz made your heart swoon and it was like only the two of you existed in the world. cliche? very, but you didn’t care, you loved him dearly.

boyfriend! nanami. . . who kisses you like it’s the last time he’ll ever do so and you quickly reciprocate. it was his way of saying all he needed to, that he loved you just as much as you loved him — if not, more.

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production credits: thank you @haksluvr for the idea and thank you to @4kh for beta reading !

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[moralesmilesanhour]

TWMTDW Ch 3 - Miles' POV

summary: The events of the beginning pt 3, but Miles' point of view (3rd person).

warnings: grief?

A/N: This was the thingy that I cut out of the last chapter because I had no idea where to fit it. So I made it it's own supplementary thing!

Miles had left his lunch in the counselor’s office to sprint to the rooftop. Someone was playing jazz music next door; Ella Fitzgerald. He remembers the melody from somewhere, but the title is escaping him.

‘Just a…Moon’?

‘Only a Cardboard Moon’...

‘Once in a Blue Moon’…

Could it have been ‘Moon River’...?

No, wrong ‘moon’ song.

A small grin plays on the boy’s lips as he recalls clamping his hands over his ears in his dad’s car. Jazz music bored him half to death, then.

I'll have to ask dad, Miles thinks to himself. The realization hits him like a punch to the gut.

…I can’t ask dad.

A wave of hot tears that he’d been holding back for a year threatens to spill out of him. The deep breaths don’t work. The dam Miles had built was much weaker than he’d remembered.

So there he was, curled up into a shaking ball with the wind and his own sobs in his ear. Ugly sobs that knocked all of the air out of his lungs. No one else ever seemed to have the bright idea to eat their lunch up here, so the boy didn’t bother to hold back.

Big mistake.

Once the sobs finally began to soften and slow down, Miles heard the shuffling of feet.

Don’t look up. Don’t look up. Don’t look up.

A familiar pair of sneakers. Beat-up white running shoes, with a little golden anklet around the right sock. He held his breath as they slowly backed away before disappearing into the dark stairwell.

-

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[guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom]

Black Writer Recs

Its so cool to see all these other black creators emerging in the Spiderverse fandom and it feels good to have a little community even if I’ve never outwardly interacted with them.

@moralesmilesanhour (literally the whole reason I started writing miles been reading them since the first movie)

@milesmolasses

@fushigur0ll

@moralesism

@multifariousqueer

@honuyoon

@solitude4chiron

Show them love <3

[kombuuuu]

hope it hurts @milesmolasses

[iadoreneteyam]

||✦iadoreneteyam's account recs||

these are accounts that iadoreneteyam LOVES! like iadoreneteyam absolutely adores every single thing that these accounts put out.

― @luvjunie

― @milesmolasses

― @kiy0ism

― @rbqlz

― @triphovia

[milesmolasses]

yk I had to make one for 42miles <3

[lunarfleur]

Sleep, Baby ~ Earth 42! Miles Morales

Summary: There was something about his presence that made sleeping easy. More than that, Miles being there compelled you to fall asleep. It was something he could do for you that no one else could.

Warnings:Talk of insomnia

A/N:It has…been a while. I think I fell out of love with writing for a while, but I’m here! This is quite bad…but I’m rusty so cut me some slack.

Tagging: @juneberrie @sluggmuffin @hiyaitssans @nagi3seastorm @luvjunie @milesmolasses @n1cole-ghost @conitagray @kombuuuu

This is x fem reader!

“Ma, why are you awake?”

His groggy voice brought your attention away from your phone. You looked over at the boy next to you.

Miles was sitting up, rolling his head around to stretch his neck. He propped himself up on his elbows, looking at you with squinted, sleepy eyes.

He had woken up when you forced yourself out of his grip, no longer having something to hold on to. That was how Miles preferred to sleep, with something warm to hold.

“Can’t sleep,” you shrugged.

He knew that wasn’t true. Truthfully, you were exhausted. You could sleep, you just didn’t want to. This was a problem, considering your phone screen was making your head hurt and your body ached, begging for you to just lay down and go to sleep.

Miles sighed, sitting up further and turning towards you.

“Baby, it’s 3:00 in the morning.”

“And?”

“We got shit to do tomorrow, and you ain’t gonna like bein woken up early.”

“Sounds like a problem for future me.”

He knew you were stubborn.

Sighing again, Miles quickly slipped your phone out of your hands. He reached behind him to set it gently on the table beside his bed.

“Miles-”

“No.”

He cut you off quickly, shaking his head. You knew there was no point in arguing. He was tired, and so were you. He wanted to sleep, and so did you,

“C’mere.”

Huffing, you tucked yourself against his body. He was warm, which was nice compared to his cold room. He smelled good, too. He always did.

Miles wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head softly before sinking into his pillow. His hands relaxed, chest rising and falling softly.

“Miles..”

“Hm?”

“Can I have a kiss?”

There was a pause, before Miles snickered softly. He had given you plenty before he fell asleep earlier…but that was hours ago, right?

Leaning his head down, Miles met his lips with yours in a slow, soft kiss. It was sweet, as per usual, and left your stomach fluttering as if it was the first. He had that effect on you. He always did,

“Goodnight, mama.”

“‘Night.”

“I love you.”

“I love you,” you hummed. It was pouty, though. Here you were again, stuck in his arms with nothing to do.

“Go to sleep.”

“But-”

“Sleep, baby.”

“I don’t wanna.”

Huffing this time, Miles ran his fingers through your hair. It was a mischievous tactic, really. That was something he always did when you needed to relax.

“You gotta go to sleep, mama.”

“I’m not tired.” Of course, you were lying out of your ass. You could feel your eyes growing heavier by the second. Between his warmth enveloping your body in a firm embrace, and the sound of his voice in your ears, you were bound to be knocked out in minutes.

“We both know that’s a lie.”

You hummed, burying your face deeper into his shirt. It smelled clean, because it was, and fresh and so much like Miles that it made your heart flutter.

There was something about his presence that made sleeping easy. More than that, Miles being there compelled you to fall asleep. It was something he could do for you that no one else could.

“G’night, baby.”

This time, you couldn’t argue.

[all444miles]

— JERSEY LUV PT.3

— pairing: e42!miles x blackcoded!fem!reader — genre: fluff, barely suggestive — summary: the attractive things Miles does that makes you fold. — a/n: I HAVENT POSTED IN A WHILE N IM SORRYY, i lowk got writers block n just couldn’t be bothered, but SHES BACKKK AND TYSM FOR 800?? RAHH ILYASM !! this is lowk a bday present for me (its my bday when this posts) but ANYWAYSS enjoy! Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ

part 1 part 2 !

MILES MORALES that cuddles and kisses you almost immediately after he’s come back after a long day of missing you (he’s always missing you.)

“Princesa, I missed you like crazy. Now c’mereee, lemme kiss you.”

MILES MORALES that matches his jordans with you. Whether you're a jordan person or not, you’re putting it on with a matching bapes hoodie, and you better not crease em 😭🙏🏾

MILES MORALES that sends voice notes instead of messages. You two could just be talking through text and he just randomly sends a voice note. Do you fold? Absolutely.

MILES MORALES that kisses your hand when you two are out on a date. What can I say? He’s a hardcore romantic.

MILES MORALES who told his mama all about you (he is whipped) when you two first started dating, and when you first came over his mom was sure to let you know.

“So you must be Miles’ girlfriend? ¡Habla tanto de ti!” (He talks so much about you!) “Mama, please–” “He always goes on about what stuff you like, and how gorgeous you are, it’s so sweet.” “Mama, me estás matando ahora mismo.” (Mama, you are killing me right now.)

that cuddles and kisses you almost immediately after he’s come back after a long day of missing you (he’s always missing you.)

“Princesa, I missed you like crazy. Now c’mereee, lemme kiss you.”

MILES MORALES who’s love language is words of affirmation. This man is all about telling you how much he loves you, and he’ll write paragraphs just to show how much he does.

MILES MORALES who has you as his wallpaper. Honestly, he has you as his everything.

MILES MORALES that pokes his tongue into the corner of his mouth when he’s trying to think. He does so much that he doesn’t even realise he does it. You do though, and it makes you weak every time.

MILES MORALES who does act tough in public, but behind closed doors, he’s the kind ets all sad when you don’t greet him with a kiss.

“¿Ay, qué hice, mi vida? I ain’t gettin’ a kiss today? Did I get you mad?”

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© all444miles 2023. do not plagerize, copy, or repost my work in any way shape or form, without my permission.

likes, reblogs, comments and asks are always appreciated !

[szaismywifeyyy]

HEYYYYYY

ALRIGHT HEY BITCHES, it's me @helovesthisgorillagripper, Ik I've been gone for a while but um what happened was....

I had logged out my account and now I forgot my password

BUT DON'T WORRY, IMMA GET IT BACK

I miss posting frfr nglllllll, but once I get my acc back I GOT SO MANY DRAFTS TO POST FOR Y'ALL

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[anikaluv]

writing smut about a 15 year old is fucking insane, even if you are also a minor lol

I was waiting for this one.

I will start this by saying that I’m not writing smut, nor do I condone writing it for minors. You would know that if you read my rules, they clearly state I don’t write 18+ content. Will Miles and Reader have cuddle sessions and heated make-outs in my stories? Sometimes, yeah, because THAT'S WHAT TEENAGERS DO. You will never see me writing reader having full-on sex with Miles because that’s nasty. If you don’t like that, then keep scrolling.

Furthermore, My age does not matter in this instance; I don’t have it listed in my Bio because I’m not too fond of that much personal information on the Internet. End of story.

AND DON'T THINK I AIN'T NOTICE U ANON? C’MON, SPEAK UP 🤨

Tired of this shit man -

P.S: If you are a miles x reader writer, listen because these people have been coming for all of us. What you’re writing IS OKAY!! Exceptional even, taking time out of your day to type, edit, and post your work takes time and effort, and it is so unique that you do that.

@crxss01 @sheluvv-jen @axeoverblade @spidrstar @moodysunflowerbaby @blkshoyo @milesmolasses

[moralesluvr]

hii 💗, i had a request/suggestion, but basically what if the reader (fem!afro-latina.) was a real hothead , had anger issues allat good stuff , really just gets annoyed or mad over the smallest things and she sometimes just lashes out in spanish, what would e42 miles do?

earth 42! miles morales ft. a hothead gf

♡ pairings & aus: earth42!miles morales x hothead!afrolatina!fem!reader ♡ summary: how your bf reacts when you get mad, lash out, etc. ♡ warnings: cussing in spanish, miles just happy to be here fr, i think thats it? ♡ a/n: thanks for your request!! ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

miles honestly didn't figure out that you had anger issues like you did until you went out on a date and they gave you the wrong order

you were tight, because you had already waited an exceptionally long time to even get the food + the order was wrong? all your patience literally had been lost along with the meal that you were supposed to have

"puta madre...we ordered that shit like an hour ago!"

"ay, mami, cálmate," miles would tell you, soothing you with a rub to your back or a kiss to your lips, "'s aight, we can go somewhere else if you not feelin' this place."

he def knows how to calm you down. sometimes you'll get mad at him for doing or not doing things but he has to remind you that you really ain't wearin the pants lmao. sometimes it ends up in arguments but he knows that you can't control it and that you only mean well

"miles, tú idiota! limpiar este lío en este momento!" (miles, you idiot! come clean up this mess right now!)

¿con quién hablas así? fix that attitude." (who you talking to like that?)

he can always tell when you're about to go off or lash out, so he always tries to stop you if your anger becomes unhealthy. in public, though, he finds it funny when you curse or express your anger in spanish because usually no one can understand it but him

def def def kisses you to make you be quiet. you're talking/rambling too much? he kisses you to make you 'hush that filthy mouth' (his words not mine!)

he can always count on you to tell someone off if needed though. he likes when you stand up for yourself but if you go too far he'll definitely speak to you about it in private

"mami, you know damn well what you said wasn't right. now go apologize"

and u just slither off all grumpy and go apologize (even tho u probably dont mean it!)

he lets you take all your stress out on him, because he can handle it, and you find it relieving. sometimes he'll settle you down with a smoke or he'll let you literally scream at him bc he's unfazed anyways, you could never hurt his feelings

"you piece of shit." "yeah, princess, that's right-- let it all out."

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 ☻ thank you for reading!

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