eliiilamar
hi my lovelies 😙🫶🏻
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bae… BLOCK HIM 😭 PLS IM BEGGING YOU I BEEN THROUGH THE SAME DAMN THINGGGGG
Okay random but IM CRYIN 💔💔💔
So I’ve been talkin to this nigga for a lil….
TELL ME WHY THE WHOLE TIME THIS NIGGA IS IN A COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP.
I-WTH?!!!!
And this man is 6’4, hooper, exactly my type personality wise. But I live in a different area than him.
I should’ve known 🤦♀️
Anywho now I’m mad asl cause 😒💔
N if u get @ in this it’s because I need to talk abt this with smn before I kill him or kms 😄🙏
Also even if you aren’t @ plz still speak to me cause I’m fuming
@anikaluv @moodysunflowerbaby @homiesondaweb @eliiilamar
i love this
filterless Hobie actually looks like a teen i love it for him
Me at 3am clicking “keep reading” on the most jaw dropping, earth shattering, pantie dropping, smutty fic when I have to be up in 3 hours
MY MASTER LIST
Height Difference. Hobie x short/chubby reader.
Blocked. Earth42 Miles Morales x reader.
Blocked.
e42! Miles x Female reader.
warnings/notes: reader is black, cussing, some toxicity, (because why not?) this is in lowercase unless people are yelling. lemme know if i missed sum my lil bookies.
you
miles
me(eli)
this was the third time. the third time you got left on delivered for a ridiculous amount of time. you roll your eyes at the unread text you sent about three hours ago, when you were still in school. but you had already walked home, showered, and changed, and miles still hadn’t answered.
“lil nigga must think i’m one of his hoes, cus he sure as hell actin’ like it.”
you roll your eyes as you mutter under your breath, plugging your phone up and going down stairs.
“gramma!” you called through the house, knowing that your grandmother was doing your siblings hair in her room. pulling a juice out the fridge and taking a sip, you wait for a response.
“what you need, baby?”
“is it okay with you if i go out for a lil bit? like to the mall or something?”
“did you finish the dishes like i told you to?”
“yes ma’am.”
“then it’s alright with me, baby.”
“thank you!”
you went and got changed, plopping on your bed and laying on your stomach. you picked up your phone and dialed eli to see if she wanted to come with. the phone rang three times before she answered.
“heyyy, wassup shawty boo?”
“girl, what the hell is a ‘shawty boo’?”
“it’s you. you’re my shawty boo.”
you roll your eyes before flipping onto your back, glancing at your phone for a second before putting it back to your ear.
“whatever. anyways, you tryna come to the mall wit me?”
“of course. is miles coming too, or is it just us?”
a small scoff left your lips, and it took all that was in you to not roll your eyes once more.
“hell nah, he ain’t coming. he still hasn’t even read the text i sent earlier when i was in class wit you.”
a scoff, sounding a bit more disdainful then yours, left her lips, coming out a bit muffled due to the phone speaker.
“lemme bite his fucking kneecaps, see if he leaves you on delivered again.”
you cackle and kick your legs before releasing a loud sigh.
“girl, you always talking ‘bout biting a nigga’s kneecaps. but whatever. it’s just us two, you down?”
“yea, i’ll be ready by the time you roll around.”
“aight, i’m on my way.”
you and eli sat at the table in the small cafe, drinks in hand. she had a pout on her plump lips and a furrow in her brows.
“nah, he must wanna be single cus you too damn fine to be gettin’ treated like this.”
she paused before shaking her head, blonde coils of hair bouncing side to side with the movement.
“yea, he needs his kneecaps bit the fuck up. lil nigga is triflin’.”
it had been an hour since you picked up eli and arrived at the mall, and still no response from miles. both of you were fed up.
she grabbed your hand and stood up.
“come on, shawty boo, we going shopping.”
“ion got money for that-“
“i just got paid, lemme be your sugar mommy for a bit. you tryna get them new forces? the pink and purple ones, right?”
you rolled your eyes and let her drag you to the sneaker place at the mall you two would window shop at.
“eli, these shoes are too damn expensive.”
“girl hush. you know miles gets jealous when anyone else treats you, maybe he’ll notice and stop being a dickhead, yea?”
she strolled the aisles, looking for the pair you had been fawning over, and her short figure looked even shorter in front of the tall shelves.
she bent down to look at a pair of jays, her thighs spilling out of the rips in her jeans slightly. you groaned obnoxiously.
“eliiii, hurry the hell u-“
you went silent and crossed your arms, teeth gritted in a tight lipped smile.
“hmm? shawty boo, what did you say- oh hell no.”
she stood up and looked at the scene you had your eyes glued on. there he was. miles gonzalo morales, a couple aisles down, with the girl from algebra that stays flirting with him.
“this nigga gotta be on some shit.”
eli’s blue eyes widened in disbelief, and she started to walk over there, dragging you with her.
“eli, ion feel like dealing wit this right now-“
“i really don’t care, cus he doesn’t answer his phone for shit, and if he did, all he would do is deny.”
she huffed and came to a stop in front of the two, before clearing her throat in the most obnoxious way possible. miles turned around and his duotone eyes widened.
“oh shit-“
“oh shit is right you bitch ass motherfucker.”
eli looked up at you in surprise, before smirking and backing up, realizing that her presence wasn’t needed.
“so i’m sitting here, left on delivered for hours, and you’re over with the bitch you called annoying? the bitch you called aggravating? that’s real fucking crazy to me.”
miles rolled his eyes before holding his hands up defensively.
“look, ma-“
“don’t fucking ‘ma’ me! i been dealing wit yo shit for too long, nigga! you fucking lucky ion let eli break- or bite your kneecaps like she wants to!”
he looked from you to eli, slightly confused.
“bite my kneecaps..?”
eli nodded.
“you heard her. and you!”
she turned to the girl, who had been standing behind miles during this whole ordeal. she looked up from her phone, a bored look on her face.
“i’m sorry, what? i didn’t hear you, there’s so much height between us.”
eli’s eyes widened and a smile of disbelief found its way on her face before she turned to you.
“lemme drag this ugly ho, lemme fuckin’ drag her.”
you shook your head.
“she ain’t worth your time. hell, she ain’t worth shit. miles, we’re done. you not welcome at my house, you not welcome in my space. stay the fuck away from me.”
miles shook his head and took a step towards you.
“cmon, ma, you know i-“
“shut the hell up. i don’t wanna hear allat.”
eli nodded before taking the shoes she had in her hand to pay for them. while she was gone, there an awkward stare down happening between you and miles.
“… so it was all for nothing? everything we did was fake, huh?”
“you know that’s not true-“
“no, ion know shit, miles. why would i trust a damn thing coming out yo mouth when you’re standing right in front of me wit another female?”
“she has a point-“
“SHUT THE HELL UP.”
“SHUT THE HELL UP.”
eli came back with the bag and handed it to you. miles eyed it disdainfully.
“the hell is that?”
you raised an eyebrow in confusion.
“shoes, nigga, the fuck it look like? i wanted the pink and purple forces, so eli got ‘em for me.”
he scoffed and pointed at the bag.
“really, ma? ¿hablas en serio? you lettin’ other bitches buy you stuff now?”
eli grabbed your hand before you could respond, dragging you out the store before you could respond, muttering under her breath.
“stupid bitch. him and the girl.”
you sat on your bed in your pjs, hugging your pillow. eli wanted to stay, but you insisted she left.
“lemme know if you need anything, boo.”
you had blocked miles, getting tired of him blowing up your phone, when just a few hours prior he wouldn’t even click on your contact. your eyes were puffy and raw from how much you’d been rubbing them, wiping tears that you didn’t want to fall. you were drifting in and out of sleep, when you heard your window open. you didn’t look. you didn’t need to. you knew who it was.
“so you gon’ block me? like i won’t show up to your house?”
you sat up, looking at him tiredly.
“i said you not welcome here anymore, miles.”
“but you blocked me, so obviously you want me to come talk to you in person, ma.”
“that is so not what that means.”
he ignored you and walked up to your bed, crossing his arms and looking down at you with an amused smirk.
“… so what you boutta do? find someone else? you ain’t gonna find someone like me, and you know it.”
“that’s the fucking point, miles. you cheat, you lie, you neglect. you think i wanna find someone like that again?”
“who the fuck are you talking to? pon algo de respeto en mi nombre, no me hables así, ma. this was a one time thing.”
“it shouldn’t have happened at all, miles.”
he sighed in exasperation and sat down next to you.
“mami, she didn’t mean anything. i love you, not her. tu y solo tu mi amor. you know that. it’s always been you.”
“then why am i not enough? why do you need her on your arm? why do you ignore me?”
at this point, the tears started to flow again. he plopped down, laying next to you and looking up at the ceiling, his lanky legs hanging off your bed. he plays with the bracelet on his wrist subconsciously. the bracelet you got him for his birthday last year.
“i meant it when i said you were the only one for me. but- you’re perfect, so perfect, and i’m not good enough for you. i stand next to you and feel so out of place, like i can’t give you all you need. i’ve never cheated before, ma, i swear! i was only with her because of how fake and superficial she is, and i felt like i was better than her. te amo, con cada parte de mí. pero no soy lo suficientemente bueno para ti, y duele.”
now his eyes were teary, and the green and brown of his eyes were shiny, and gorgeous in the soft light of your room. he sat up to look at you and started to cry, tears falling down his soft, freckled cheeks. his lips were pursed and his brows were furrowed, and the dimple that showed when he smiled was nowhere to be found.
“ma, please forgive me. it’ll never happen again, i swear. i should have talked to you, told you how i felt. just- please. don’t leave me. i need you.”
his chest rose, his breathing coming out with a stutter. his eyes were big, and desperate. you put your hand on his cheek, wiping away his tears before leaning in and placing your lips on his gently.
he clung to you, as if you were all he had, all he needed. as if you were his lifeline, his float in the heavy waves of the sea. as if you were the last little bit of light in his dark. his fingers gripped your shirt and he kissed you like it was his last time, moving his soft, plump lips furiously against yours.
both of you were still crying when you pulled away, and neither of you said a thing for a moment.
“… miles?”
“yea?”
“can we please just be us again?”
“… yea.”
a/n: i like this. i like this and i’m very proud of it. i’m also thinking of starting a taglist but idk if anyone wants to be on it so lmk
And I just know Milo had the most smug “I told you so” look on his face when he came back in.
“…”
“… So how did Ma-“
“Boy shut yo ass up-“
THIS IS 42 MILES W BILLIE AND YOU CANNOT TELL ME OTHERWISE
@moodysunflowerbaby
THIS IS 42 MILES W BILLIE AND YOU CANNOT TELL ME OTHERWISE
@moodysunflowerbaby
a need 😩🗣️🗣️
i need someones grandmother to give me a plate of grits catfish yams and sweet tea while im sat on the floor n watching reruns of the jeffersons while she cornrows my hair and massages my scalp w oil.
agape- nicholas britell
summary: miles is takin down ur braids
warnings: Grammarly hates me, the patriarchy, a dash of toxic masculinity, miles being a product of that grrah grah boom type masculinity, aave (no im not translating shit for you yall got access to urban dictionary and its not really a warning), i edited it myself so lmk if there are any mistakes
sueñito- little dream, bonito- handsome/ pretty boy, no me importa- i don't care/ it's not important to me
w/c: 1.5 k
reader's black coded cus im black so deal w it <3
i think this something every black boy be needin deep down
“Stop movin, ma”
“It’s knotty,”
“You had these in for how long?”
Silence.
“There's your answer right there, mama,”
“Sorry,”
“Nun to be sorry for, just hold still,”
Currently sitting on the bathroom floor criss-cross apple sauce, Miles was sitting on the toilet, your head between his knees, while he was taking down the frizzy lemonade braids that barely hugged your scalp anymore.
“Miles?”
He hums in response, rat tail comb in one hand, a tub of coconut oil in the other, threading the tail of the comb through the extensions down your back
“You’re the prettiest boy in all of Brooklyn,”
“Shut up”
“Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen,”
“Nuh-uh,”
“Fuck you mean ‘nuh uh’? The little freckles all over your cheeks? Cutest things I’ve ever seen, especially how they’re all slightly different shades, like lil polka dots all over your face, gives me a map a’ where to kiss. The little tiny dimple on the left side of your face? Adorable, 10/10, no notes. Also very kissable." He's still now, staring at the back of your head, using bundles strewn over his shoulder, mouth agape. “Them thick and long ass eyelashes? I could stare at ‘em all day, they look like teeny tiny butterfly wings when you rest your eyes.”
“Shut up,” he whispers, still unmoving, the little dab of coconut oil on his fingers slowly dribbling down his wrist
“Your mind pretty as hell, too, I like listening to what you have to hear when you let me,” you mumble, pressing tiny kisses into his cargo pant–clad kneecap.
“Stop doin that shit, ma”
“What?”
“Talkin all crazy like that,”
“I’m not talkin crazy, miles I’m being honest,”
“You makin me out to be some weak ass lil boy,”
“Miles.” you turn around abruptly, staring at him dead in the eye. “I’m jus being honest wit you. What's going on?”
“It’s nothin, ma, turn around”
“Sueñito. Lemme know what's up,”
“It’s nothin,”
You huff, turning around to face the bottom of the sink again. Silence bellows throughout the bathroom, Miles rubbing oil on your braids to detangle them to later drag the comb in once again and throw the discarded hair extension over his shoulder. The only sound between the two of you is the Marvin Gaye spinning on the record player, rooms away, dull basslines thrumming through the apartment.
“Ion like this,”
“What?”
“Whatever jus happened, we talk about what's bothering us,”
“Ain't nothin botherin me, ma,”
“Then why you start buggin' the second I get to complimenting you?”
“Cus ian wit all that girly shit,”
“Fuck you mean girly shit, I’m jus tryna love up on you Miles,” your nostrils flare as you stare ahead of you.
“Baby, I’m all for that but–”
“Miles, did someone tell you boys can't get that?”
A silence.
“Baby.”
“What?”
“Jus cus you a boy dont mean you don't deserve love,”
“Aint nobody say allat–”
“Shut up Ian done,” you say, swiftly turning around and snagging the oil and comb from his hand “jus cus you a boy doesn't mean you don't deserve to feel shit miles. Ion know what it was like wit your last girl, but Ian her. Okay? You allowed to be a person wimme, you know that right?”
“Ma–”
“Shut up I still ain't done yet. Miles I’m real, I’m right here. real like you, I promise you I’m not goin nowhere right now,”
“You done?”
“Yeah,”
“C’mere,” he motions to his lap, taking the comb and oil out of your hands and setting them on the tiled floor, laying out the discarded bundles.
“ ‘s oil all up on my hands”
“No me importa ma, come up on here,”
Obeying and wiping the excess coconut oil off your hand, you do. Straddling his lap, and looking into his eyes, examining the twinge of sadness in his eyes.
“Talk to me, mama,”
“I want you to know that you deserve love and that you’re allowed to feel some typa way. I want you to talk to me, Miles. I care about you so much and I wanna make sure you’re good. I love hearing you talk, but Ion like havin to beg you to talk to me. I love jus bein in your presence, but I hate feelin like that Miles. I don’t know who told you whatever's going through your head right now but they dead wrong. I wanna know how you be feelin, I wanna know.”
“Why you even talk like this to me?”
“Cus I’m your girl, n I like to kiss up on you and love all up on you,”
At this, he averts his eyes, trying to escape your gaze, his breath audibly speeding up.
“Mm mm, don't do that Miles. Please breathe,”
You plead, subconsciously pressing your middle three fingers under his jaw trying to measure his heart rate. Almost as a reflex to hide from you, he shrugs your hand away from under his jaw and pulls his hoodie over his mouth.
“Nah nah, don't hide from me neither,”
“Ain’t nobody hidin from you,”
“Jus cus you a boy don’t mean you don't deserve them random ass cuddles, or someone to tie up your durag or wash your hair. It don’t mean you shouldn't get flowers or hugs or them lil hickies behind your ear. Don't mean you not allowed to be sad or mad or wanna cry. Now Ion know who told you or made you feel that way but they dead wrong Miles. You allowed to feel with me,”
“Ian some lil boy runnin around though, that shit ain't for me,”
“If you wasn't supposed to feel and acknowledge your feelings, why would you be able to feel them? They there for a reason,”
Still straddled on his lap, he looks up at you with the tiny leverage you have on him. His eyes are big and doe-like, almost as if he’s scared to make this next step, say this next sentence.”
“Ion know why,” he mumbles, voice soft and scared. suddenly he’s kissin up on you, gripping anything he can get his hands on, like he’s making up for lost time, lost feelings. It's urgent and a little rough, though his lips are soft and velvety, a twinge of menthol chapstick on them.
“Yo yo yo, slow down. Ian goin nowhere” you whisper into his mouth, nails gently raking across his neck “ ‘m right here Miles, see?” you ask, guiding his hands to feel on the left side of your chest, right above your heart. “ ‘s my heart under there, I'm right here okay? I’m real, Miles I swear,”
“You’re real?” he whispers, breath shaky and uneven fisting the thin fabric of your camisole under the evergreen zip-up, in an attempt to feel more of your heart.
“You allowed to feel your feelings the same way you feel my heart,”
He still looks astonished, scared, and frozen. suddenly it wasn’t him you were talking to anymore. it was the scared little Brooklyn boy who had all these feelings stored away inside him, unsure of what to do or who to show them to.
“ ‘m sitting right here miles. I’m your girl, okay? This is real, and you are real,”
“I’m real?” tears begin to swim in his eyes.
“You’re real miles. and those feelings in that big heart of yours? Those are real too. And if you let me, I wanna hear all of 'em.”
His body stills once more against you, a small tear gliding down his cheek.
“I love you,”
And then he’s sobbing.
“Sshh, hey it's okay” you whisper, holding him close to your chest. “I love you so much I can’t hardly breathe when I'm around you. It’s okay and you're okay, Miles. I’m real and this is real and you. You are real.” you mumble into his braids, holding him with the protectiveness of a mother with a small child.
He just sat there, his head buried in your chest as he cried quietly, letting everything out. You just sat and let him cry and vent through his tears. All the things he had bottled up, discouraged to show to anyone. Sooner or later the tears slow to a stop, his face puffy and hot.
Gently tugging the ends of his braids, he looks up at you.
“You feel better sueñito?” you ask, dragging the cuff of your sweater to dry his face and pressing butterfly kisses to his cheeks in its wake. He did nothing but nod lazily, seemingly lighter, and nuzzling his face into your chest.
“Lemme finish wiping up your face n then you can be all up on me, bonito, okay?
He just nodded, dropping his head back to rest against the bathroom wall, the half-taken-out braids on your scalp no longer th task at hand. Reaching behind him you grab a baby wipe and swipe the tears and snot off his face, leaving his skin with a glossy finish. Holding his chin up, you look dead in his eyes.
“You so beautiful Miles.”
And this time, he nods.
🩷 reblogs are always appreciated for reach <3
RAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH HAMILTONNNNNNN
when alexander aimed at the sky. . he may have been the first one to die. . but i’m the one who paid for it. i survived, but i paid for it. .
I NEED HIM‼️‼️
HELP HEP HELP HELLO????
OHMYGAWD?!????
HELP HEP HELP HELLO????
I’ll scream sob cry get down on all fours like Miguel chasing Miles I will do anything to prevent this.
Yall im sick—
Haha… Excuse me? Pardon me?
Yall im sick—
I GOT THE CLEAREST IMAGE IN MY HEAD 😭
Y’all are probably tired of me talking about Caribbean culture but Miles is literally from New York😭😭😭 he was eating a beef patty 🤣 I need more.
Miles G listens to dancehall and he has a waistline. Yes he does I’m not hearing it.
As twins they be listening to dancehall together Wild out by Rajah wild is their jam!
Curry chicken is their fav.
Uncle Aaron listens to old school reggae too and he puts it on and be doing that lil bop all the uncles do 🤣 iykyk. Too experienced- Barrington Levy is is song
Miles likes more of the old school reggae.
Miles G can understand some Caribbean slang.
Miles G be cutting up at parties with his friends and the girls loveeee it! They be standing in line to dance with him.
When the twins have dance parties and play and play a Riddim Milo is the MC. Whiles Miles is daggerin a pillow 🤣.
“Every man to a bloodclat gyal! Every man to a bumbooo!!!! PULLL UPPPP!!”
Miles does the Rasta muggle in a circle dance thingy 😂 probably only me understood that.
This is what I mean Minus the phones 🤣 :
oh god…
I was about to follow this artist that has this bomb ass artstyle
and then
Miguel x miles
Jinx x Silco
Ekko x Jayce
I’m so tired.
canon. he would. i’m writing about this it’s inevitable.
Earth 42! Miles 😭
oh my god. oh. my god.
‘Me & My Broken Heart’
Miguel O’Hara x Teen Spider-Woman Reader
Spider-Woman goes by - ‘Dulce’ means ‘sweet’ in Spanish.
Summary: Miguel finds a daughter in you.
Warnings: FLUFF. period. It’s very short but it’s cute
“All I need is a little love in my life... all I need is a little love in the daaaaaark... A little but I'm hoping it might kick start... Me and my broken heart... nah nuh nah nuh na na na..”
Miguel typed away on his numerous screens, trying to ignore the way you sounded from afar off... as you sang this song ‘Me & My Broken Heart’ for the 1 millionth time. It was a sweet melody to his ears, you sounded almost angelic and carried the chords and lines perfectly... but it was the lyrics that shot him to his soul and made his heart squeeze painfully.
He hadn’t let himself feel love for a very long time now.. and he desperately craved it. Especially when he had you around, yes you were a teenager, but he felt a special care for you, ever sense you saved his life when he first came to your universe. He hadn’t seen anyone do such for him in a long time. And it made him feel in a way he hadn’t felt in a while.. a fatherly love submerge him.
Now he always has an eye on you, making sure you were safe and sound, he guarded you like a father would. If he couldn’t get being a father to Gabriella right, then he’d be your guardian as best as he could.. back in your home you didn’t have a family anyways, you fended for yourself and worked hard in between your two lives. Being Spider-woman sacrificed your family.
So Miguel went as far as providing a home for you in your universe and paying for your early college classes, when you admitted to him you wanted to be a chemist. You told him it wasn’t necessary but he swore by his decision that it was, and that you deserved it after all you’ve done for your city.
You two ended up being around one another a lot, on missions and even in your civil lives, he’d come to see you and make sure no one was bothering you or just hang out around your favorite places.
Miguel would be quiet most of the time, but he was genuinely happy and invested in you as he watched you be care-free around him, with your talk about teenage drama from school to your silly pranks on him.
And when you were a little quiet he spoke to cheer you up or teach you something new, like making a mess with empanadas or a cool swinging trick.
At the end of the day he either had a new bruise from try skateboarding with you or a sharpie drawn heart or cheesy joke on his arm. But nonetheless he was a listening ear and wise voice to you too, and he protected you with his life.
Everyone knew Miguel had a special place for you, and they left it at that, not wanting to take away what he found peace in- even if he hardly showed it or ever admitted it. Ever so often they’d push you to be around him when he was the grumpiest, and you gladly stuck to his side like glue, even if he told you he didn’t want to hear your voice at all or tell you to sit where he couldn’t see you.
But that was only because he wanted to control himself from hurting you with words or actions, like when he tosses things out of anger or frustration. He knew he’d kill himself if he ever hurt you, you were his best little buddy, his ‘little me’ and shadow.
Although he kept you around for he found a sense of comfort at knowing your peaceful and sweet soul was around to calm his raging feelings. Even when seen and not heard- or vice versa.
And today he wasn’t feeling his best… today was Gabriella’s birthday. The anger and guilt he felt towards himself weighed heavier than anything he had ever carried. So he asked Lyla to nicely ask you to go on a mission check with Gwen, and to come back later.
Soon when he didn’t hear your sweet voice singing anymore, he broke out and tossed his stuff everywhere, shouting curses and blaming himself for screwing up, regretting what he did.
Amongst everything he tossed around, a sticky note got stuck to his arm, and seeing he bright pink paper on him caught his attention and he ripped it off, but his curiosity had his honey eyes reading it intently, not remembering if he had ever used such papers.
Miguel’s emotions swirled around like a angry hurricane in him, it was ready to swallow him while as he let himself drown, refusing to crawl out again. But.. the simple words he read off the note in your messy teenage handwriting, caught his heart in your grip before he went under.
‘All is not lost, hold onto what still yours.’
He released the breath he was clinging onto, believing it’d be his last, and he clutched the paper tightly against his chest, over his heart. Tears brimmed in his eyes, but he choked them away when he heard Lyla claim,
“She’s on her way in here Miggy, she finished her mission.”
He cleared his throat and huffed to himself, his heart wanting to see you again,
“Ok.. that’s fine.”
Not even a minute passed when he heard you skipping and humming the toon from earlier… and he couldn’t help but sing it himself, even if he didn’t remember all the words,
“all I need is a little love in my life... all I need is a little love in the mmm mmm... a lil’ but I hope it might kick start.. mm hmm mm hmm.”
———-
You had just walked in, when you heard the soft words being spoken with a rhythm, it was pretty good and calming.
Like a warm breeze on a cool day, it made a warm feeling seep into your chest as you embraced the peaceful atmosphere of it. You thought that it was perhaps one of the Spiderlings that was always singing around, for the voice was pretty smooth and came out like a low rumble, but it rocked your soul in a warm embrace.
You searched as you walked deeper into the lair, but it made you realized no one was around- not even Hobie Brown. It made you frown in confusion as to where it came from as you continued to hear the voice of what was deciphered to belong to a man, it made your heart swoon like when you danced in the rain or saw it puppy... it made you feel nice as it was your favorite song.
‘Sounds so beautiful...’
“all I need is a little love in my life... all I need is a lil’ mmmhm in the mmm mmm... a lil’ but I hope it might kick start.. mm hmm mm hmm.”
The last hum was a deep rumble from the heart out, it was like a sweet groan of a perfect motor that drove the perfect night drives. You've heard this comforting tone, though he never used it in a way to comfort others.. it was usually given when he was tired of someone or arguing. So it had clicked for you who it was, though it surprised you,
'Miguel.'
Quietly to not disturb him you swung up to his liar that was lifted high (which was usually like that when he didn't want to be bothered) but you just wanted to listen closely, not bother, so you were good right?
Once your feet touched the ground, you got a clear visual of him as you looked up to him, and your heart sunk. He was hunched over his desk, and in his hand he held onto the pink sticky not, holding on to it very tightly. The note appeared tiny in his hold, as his hands were larger than normal- not that it was bad of course ;)
His other hand delicately swiped the screens around as he looked at them all attentively. His face reflected off the screen, and you could see the most endearing, hearts took over the size of his pupils and he didn't look so dark as usual... pink practically covered his cheeks... even a soft smile made it on to his lips. A photo of him and you on a polaroid, the one you snapped while hanging off the Statue of Liberty that one evening.
You had on rare occasions seen Miguel’s sweet side, but that was only when he had a full tummy and was not being bothered by Hobie. But either way you cherished every part of him, he had become your father figure, with the harsh scoldings and comfortable silences. With the pat on the head or smacking your shoulder when the most ridiculous things came out of your mouth or actions- he meant the world to you.
As you drew closer, you remembered he didn’t have strong spider-senses, so you went with your gut, and let your intrusive thoughts win the best of you. Regardless of what he could do- it was Miguel.
Letting your hand extend towards him, you pushed on your wrists and webbed his back, hearing the web smack his brick-wall looking back, giggling when you heard him scowl nicely,
“What are you doing? I know it’s you Dulc- oh!”
You smiled to yourself and closed you eyes, sighing,
“I love you Miguel..”
You had pulled yourself against him, squeezing his waist tightly and leaning your head on his broad back- well like on his lower back, he was a giant compared to you. You could feel the way his muscles tensed as he sucked in a breath. It was like if he was afraid of touch- a strong, loving embrace, but slowly he let the air out from his lungs, and relaxed into you.. allowing himself to be loved and feel loved. His large hand rested on your little one, patting it gently, he then squeezed your hand and replied softly,
“I know you do Dulce... I know.”
His arm then came around behind him and grabbed onto the back of the collar of your suit, bringing you in front of him. You looked up to him right away, wanting to read him before he spoke, but you could hear his heart beat.. it was calm and steady, as he radiated peace and wore a small smile. Hope surged you as you mirrored his expression, a small ‘oof’ left your lips when he pressed the sticky note to your forehead, then pulled you in for a hug.
He cradled you close with his hands while you wrapped your arms around him once again, your head against his stomach this time, feeling his calm breathing an hearing his heart more clearly. It was the sound of home and undeniable peace. Miguel rested his hand on your head and the other reached your shoulders, where he pressed you closer to him.
You took in a deep breath and sighed happily, feeling safe and sound in him, knowing he was your safe haven and that he’d never let you go to be alone.
And Miguel smiled to himself, knowing he had you, confident that he would never let you slip away ever, and that you wouldn’t go either.. so with a tight squeeze he admitted,
“I love you too mija.” (Darling)
AAAUGHHH SJDNDJHDHDDJH
HOLD THE FUCK UP!! DID ANYBODY NOTICE MILES FROM EARTH 42 HAD HETEROCHROMIA?!?
hi you beautiful moot 😻
heyy you gorgeous moot 🤩
this one isn’t as bad but it made me sob the hardest </3
@kombuuuu
YUHHH THE FINISHED PRODUCT OF THE LIL HOBIE THING I DID THE OTHER DAY 😩🫶🏻
Height Difference.
hobie x short/ chubby fem! reader.
WARNINGS: light smut (nun too serious, a lil thigh kissing and marking, a lil chest kissing and marking) no use of y/n, and hobie being a lil ass🫶🏻, and reader is bi. good stuff is under the cut.
enjoyyyy<3
You walked around the show hall, calling softly.
“Hobie?”
You couldn't see him anywhere. That is, until you heard a distant, "Yes?!" He seemed annoyed.
You looked up to see him sitting on top of a large speaker high up on the wall. "What do you want?"
Your eyes widened as you looked up at him before putting your focus on a stray seam in your skirt and picking at it.
“Uhm… You okay?”
He sighed.
“I’m fine. I just had to get some space. That's all." He glanced down at you. "Why are you calling for me?"
“You were just not with everyone else.”
You finally got the seam out. “Also, do I look okay?” You gesture to your outfit, which consisted of an old cropped band tee that hugged your breasts nicely, a red and black plaid skirt, a denim sleeveless vest, a studded belt around your waist, and black hightop platform heels.
"You look fine," Hobie said nonchalantly. He tilted his head back against the wall.
"Why do you care about how you look anyways?"
“Cus… It’s my first show with you guys. You lot have done this before. I haven’t. I wanna look decent, at the very least.”
You play with a coil of your hair anxiously.
"Don't fret it too much," Hobie said, "If you look too good, the girls might go crazy for you."
He smirked.
“Wouldn’t want that, would you?”
You roll your eyes and mutter.
“The guys don’t go crazy for me, I wouldn’t mind having a lil girl on girl action with another female. At least it’s something.”
"...You're Bi?"
Hobie seemed surprised by this answer.
“Yea.”
Hobie thought for a moment.
"You know, I'm bi too." Hobie looked at you, seeming to ponder.
"If you're looking for something..." He looked to the crowd, where they were setting up the equipment.
"Want to come up here and, y'know..."
You raised an eyebrow and smirked.
“Come up there and what?”
"And... you know..." Hobie leaned forward, looking right at you.
"You and me... alone together."
He smirked back, eyes piercing though you. You rolled your eyes and tried to climb up with a huff. But you were short, and had tiny legs.
Hobie looked at you with pure amusement.
"Aww, you poor thing. What, can't reach me up here?" He scooted forward, getting closer to you. His face now closer to yours.
You scowled at him and pouted. “Not everyone can be frost giants like you, Hobie.”
He got closer, now sitting on the edge of the speaker and looking down at you.
"I'll make an exception for you, you tiny thing." He smirked, putting a hand out for you to take.
You take his hand, a small pout still on your plump lips. Hobie lifted you over his shoulder with ease, getting a nice view as he put you down beside him on the speaker. He smirked.
"See? Even frost giants make exceptions." In a smooth motion, he reached his arm around you and pulled you in close.
"We could hang out here for a while..."
You roll your eyes, your cheeks flushing lightly. “What are you smirking about?”
"Hm? What, you want me to say it?" Hobie smirked.
He pulled you back tighter around him, your head now resting against his chest. "I thought you were all tough, but look at you now."
“How am I supposed to be tough though? I’m short, and chubby. Not much toughness to have.”
"Hey, you might be cute and short, but I wouldn't say you're chubby. You're perfectly thick."
Hobie put his head back against the wall, wrapping the other arm around you to hold you more firmly.
He sighed, "God, why is this so comfy?"
You smile and lean into his chest a bit more, bringing your hand to the one that was wrapped around you and lacing your fingers with his.
Hobie's face turned pink as he blushed a bit, not expecting you to have put your hand on his.
He stayed silent for a moment, letting you lean in.
"Hey..." He said quietly.
“Hmm.”
You held your hand that was holding his up, noticing the difference in size. You turned his palm towards you and placed your palm on his, looking at the different lengths of your fingers.
His palm was about twice the size of yours, his fingers being longer than yours.
He stared down to see what you were doing, and chuckled when he noticed.
"You like the difference in our sizes?" A smirk curled up on his face.
“ ‘S not funny. Makes me feel tiny. But also… Safe, at the same time.”
You had a slight pout on your lips as you took one of your fingers and traced along the lines of his palm. “You’re so much bigger than me, you know? You could probably do whatever you wanted.”
His blush got more noticeable as what you were saying hit in. He gulped.
"I... You know I like being in control," He looked at you with a smirk, "But I wouldn't do 'whatever'.
"After all, I have a thing for... tiny little things."
You looked up at him, giving him doe eyes as the color of your irises and the brown of his clashed.
“Yea? Well… If you wouldn’t do ‘whatever’, what would you do?”
His face got more and more pink, his tone getting quieter and quieter. "I uh... I... Well... You know..." He said, his voice being a whisper at this point.
Hobie looked at you and swallowed one last time.
"I'd rather not say..."
“Cmon.”
You smirked, your heavy gaze traveling to his lips for just a split second.
“Tell me. Use your words, Hobie.”
He looked at you and sighed.
"Well... I... You're so cute... I'd want to..." He swallowed.
He looked at you and raised a single eyebrow as he stared down at you. "I want to make out with you..." His cheeks were bright red at this point.
You smirk, your cheeks flushed as you turn around, still sitting in between his legs. “You do?”
He smirked, his gaze being right down at your lips.
Hobie nodded, still with that smug look on his face. "I want to make out with you, so, so bad..."
You sat down, your lips slightly parted, and your already thick thighs squishing together with the movement, making your skirt ride up, exposing the soft, plush skin of your thighs.
“I want the same.” You were breathless, and spoke quietly.
Hobie looked down at you, noticing your skirt and looking back up at you. He smirked.
"Oh, do you?~ Then we'll make it that way..." Hobie leaned in close, wrapping both of his arms around you.
"You are so... soft..." His free hand came down and began to caress your thick thighs.
You flushed and looked at his lap for a second.“Can I- Ahem. Can I sit? I-in your lap?”
"You want..." He had a devious smirk on his face. "...To sit on my lap?"
Hobie chuckled, looking down at you with a mischievous grin. "Don't blame me if I can't control myself, alright?~"
You nodded and climbed into his lap, straddling him. You tried your best to keep your weight off of him as much as possible, feeling too heavy.
"Hey, don't worry." He said softly, caressing your thighs again. "I like my girls a little thick anyways."
"I'm enjoying this." He said, his voice being low. Hobie smirked, still caressing your thighs.
I placed my hands on his chest, drawing small circles on his pectoral muscles through his shirt.
“ ‘M not too heavy, right?” You kept your eyes averted, embarrassed that you might be hurting him.
Hobie chuckled, "You're adorable. No you're not too heavy. In fact... I like this."
Hobie kept touching your thighs, his hands now moving to your hair and gently stroking it.
"I can tell you're nervous. Why?~"
“Cus… I’m bigger than most girls. I don’t wanna be doing something with you and end up like… hurting you.”
You kept your eyes on the speaker below you as you spoke. “That’s always been a fear of mine. It’s why I’ve barely done anything. I had a boyfriend once, he asked me to uhm… R-ride him, but then told me I was too heavy.”
He smirked and kissed one of your ears.
"Well, you don't have to worry about me... In all honesty... I'm really enjoying this."
He placed both of his hands on your legs, lightly sliding them back and forth. "I mean, just look at those legs... They're gorgeous."
Hobie's voice was almost a whisper as he spoke. "I could eat them up..."
“R-really?”
Your face was flushed, and your pink lips slightly parted and sparkly from your lipgloss.
He smirked and nodded. "Oh yeah..."
Hobie looked up at your lips and his smirk grew. "And I've got my eye on something else..."
He looked back down at your thighs as he squeezed them."Y'know, I'm getting thirsty..."
Once again his tone was in a whisper.
“Then get a drink.”
Your lashes brushed your cheeks as your eyes went half lidded, gaze glued onto his hands that stayed on your thighs.
Hobie glanced up and saw your half-lidded, lustful eyes. He chuckled and said, "That's not the thirst I'm talking about, sweetheart..."
He squeezed your thighs and turned his head, kissing one of your legs. "God, those thighs look so succulent... Can I have a taste?"
You nodded your head, and bit your lip softly.
You felt Hobie's lips press against your thigh. They stayed there for a moment, and then, they began to slide... up and up and up... inching their way up. Your eyes widened and your breathing became heavier, your face a deep scarlet.
Hobie looked up to you, his eyes staring into yours. "You're liking this, aren't you, sweetheart?"
You whimper quietly, your nails digging into your palm as you nodded.
His tongue pushed out of his mouth, tasting your thick thigh as he pressed his lips against your skin once again. "God, you taste... amazing..."
He slid his tongue out again, making it slide even higher. "Don't be shy now, love, let me taste you all~"
“Mnh- H-Hobie~” His tongue continued to slowly slide up your thigh, eventually reaching your stomach.
He stayed there for a moment, staring at you as if asking for permission to continue. "Please, love... Let me...?"
You nodded and sighed happily. “G-go ahead.”
His tongue touched your stomach for a moment and you felt it wiggle a bit before retracting again. "That was nice.... but... I want more."
His tongue shot out once more, sliding slowly towards your chest. "May I..?"
“Yea.”
His tongue touched your chest for a moment before sliding up towards your neck, licking and tasting the skin. Hobie looked up at you as he licked.
He then slid his tongue down the side of your neck, his free hand now moving to grab the back of your head, holding you in place as he continued to lick.
You hum and tug on your shirt lightly. “You want it off, Hobie?”
Hobie didn't say anything, but instead slid his tongue up along your chin. You could feel it touch your bottom lip and he stayed there for a moment.
Hobie was blushing like crazy, unable to speak as he stared at your lips so close to his tongue.
You kissed him softly before lifting the shirt over your head, revealing your breasts in a light pink lingerie bra, with a small red ribbon in the center.
Hobie looked down at your breasts, his face still warm as he stared and his jaw dropped.
"Holy... they're nice..."
You giggle softly and blush. “Thank you.”
Hobie's face got even more red as his eyes darted back to your eyes. He was speechless, still holding your head in place as he stared right at you.
"They're..."
He cleared his throat.
"God, I'm drooling... Could I... Taste?"
You nod, a light blush settled on your cheeks, and you smiled softly. The rest of the world faded away, and Hobie brought his lips down to the soft skin of your chest, sucking and biting softly.
You bit back a noise at his touch, and he moved around your chest, leaving blooming hickeys in his wake. Bringing your hands to his shoulders, you let your head fall back, and he went to go pull the strap of your bra down.
“Oi! The bloody hell are the two of ya doin’?”
You jump at the sound of your bassist’s voice, and scrambled to pull your shirt back over your head, an embarrassed flush covering your face. Hobie, however, just sighed, annoyed at the interruption.
“What’s it look like I’m doin’, mate? You’re interrupting.”
He glared down at your bandmate, and yo buried your face in the crook of his neck.
“I have zero fucks to give. Get your asses down here, we have a sound check that needs to be done. And be quick about it, yeah?”
Hobie scoffed and pushed you off of him gently, climbing off the speaker and holding his arms out to help you down.
You both walk to the stage, holding each other’s pinkies, him looking smug, you looking highly mortified that the two of you were caught.
“I was probably too loud, I’m sorry, Hobie.”
“ ‘S okay, love.”
He leaned in, smirk deepening.
“I’ll just have to finish what I started later.”
daily reminder that your man is named miles morales and he wifed me up
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PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader
OVERVIEW: Simon woke up to you sleeping far away from him in the bed so he pulls you back to him <//3
C/W: none just clingy simon missing u in his sleep (pure fluff) !!
W/C: 944 bubs
Simon shifted in his bed, feeling the empty coolness beside him. He reached out, wanting to feel your warmth, but his hand met nothing but empty sheets and bed covers.
"Love..?" He whispers faintly, his voice filled with a quiet desperation to find you.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Simon slowly opens them to find you there, on the other side of the bed, lying with your back turned to him.
He lets out a quiet chuckle at the position you're in, your legs flung out in a starfish, snoring the night away. It's a silly sight, but it cracks him up, and he can't help but chuckle softly.
"Baby..." Simon sleepily whines to himself, calling out to you. "C'mere.."
Simon gently moves closer to you, pulling on the sheets to free himself. You feel his arm encircle your waist as he pulls you towards his warm body, spooning you in his arms.
Your skin meets his, and the warmth from his body causes your heart to skip a beat. You feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, feeling peaceful and safe in his embrace.
As he holds you close, Simon's thoughts drift to you. He thinks about how soft he is for you, how you make him feel alive and whole, how he doesn't want to let go, ever.
You're his everything, his world, and he can't imagine life without you. He feels his heart swell with love for you, and the need to be close to you and hold you tight, to never let you go.
With you in his arms, Simon feels complete. He would do anything to keep you close, to love and cherish you every day for the rest of his life.
You're the love of his life, and he will never forget the moment he first held you close, feeling your heart beat against his own, and knowing that he had found his soulmate.
As he holds you close, Simon's body moves instinctively, nuzzling his face in your neck, wanting to feel your warmth, to be closer to you. He wraps his arms around you tighter, unable to bear the thought of ever being apart from you again.
The warmth coming from his body slowly roused you from your slumber, your eyes fluttering open as Simon's arms tightened around your waist. You could feel his heart pounding against your back, beating in time with yours, and your heart skipped a beat in response.
"Simon?" You called out to him, voice still slightly hoarse from sleep, and you could hear the smile in his voice as he responded.
"I'm here, love," he whispered, his voice low and full of love, and you could feel his body pressing up to yours, wrapping around you like a warm blanket. His hands softly carressing your waist and hips. You felt his breath upon your neck, his heart beating in yours, and you felt a deep sense of peace wash over you.
"I love you," he whispered, almost inaudible.
As his arms wrapped around you, you felt a rush of warmth and comfort wash over you. His voice was low and gentle, and you could feel the love and intensity in every word.
You loved him more with each passing moment; each time he held you, each time he told you how much he loved you, and each time you felt his heart beating against yours.
"I love you, too, Simon," you whispered back, further relaxing into his embrace as you pecked his bicep that was hugging you close by your shoulders.
You could feel the love and intensity in every part of his body, from the warmth of his breath against your neck to the way his heart beat in time with yours. You knew that you would always be by his side, loving him and cherishing him for all eternity.
As you drifted back to sleep, his arms wrapped around you tightly, unwilling to let you go and wishing to always be this close. You could feel the love in every part of his body, and you knew that this was the love that could never be broken.
Simon pressed a gentle kiss to the nape of your neck, his breath warm and soothing against your skin, and you felt a pang of love and comfort wash over you.
His arms wrapped around you tightly, unwilling to let you go even for a moment, and he held you against him, feeling your heartbeat against his chest.
"Goodnight, love," he whispered, his voice low and filled with all the love he felt for you as he cuddled you close.
"G'night..." you sighed dreamily and closed your eyes.
As you drifted off to sleep, with your head resting against his chest, Simon couldn't help the rush of affection for you. He knew that you were the love of his life, that he would do anything for you, and that he couldn't imagine a future without you by his side.
Holding you close to him, he felt your heart beating slowly and regularly against his chest, and he felt a deep sense of peace wash over him. Every fiber of his being told him that he loved you, that you were everything he had ever wanted in life, and that he would always be there to protect you, to love you, and to cherish you.
He whispers your name softly, almost inaudible, as he drifted off to sleep, holding you tightly in his embrace. The love and intensity in his voice, in his touch, and in his eyes, was overwhelming, and he knew that you felt it too.
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wtf.
MAJOR TW CAUSE WTH
a tear rolled down my cheek.
Literal adults. Making NSFW. Of teens. Who are the same person. SAYING ITS CANNON.
@moodysunflowerbaby I BLAME U CAUSE I SEARCHED THAT NASTY ACC
Why? I don’t know cause now I’m just contemplating jumping off a building
I just keep adding to this and it’s slowly going from a meme to something I might have to talk to my therapist about
AND THATS ON MY MAMA.
don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude