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Best-friends brother 🕸️🕷️

pairing: earth 42!miles x black!reader

warnings: light swearing

Summary: You were alone with your best friend's brother, something was doomed to happen right?

a/n: I had nothing to write, then this idea randomly popped into my head while playing gta

Miles exited his room, grabbing a glass of water but stopped midway when he saw you sitting on the couch. “Yo, need some company?” 

You looked up from your phone “Nah, im fine.”

He smirked “You know Kayla won't be getting off work until 10 right? Won't kill you to socialize a bit.”

“Im not in the mood, Morales.”

He put his glass down and sat beside you “You good Ma?”

Despite your close friendship with his sister, Miles was someone you could always trust and come to for advice. However, you’ve been looking at him differently lately, he was getting taller, more muscular and handsome. Nonetheless, you knew how much of a risk it would be to act on those feelings, so you tried to push them back for the sake of your best friend.

You shook your head “Some nigga been stressing me out and shit.”

Miles laid back on the couch “What, he ain't treating you right?”

You shrugged “He just be giving me mixed signals, wants me to meet up with him and then doesn't call me for days, like what?”

He scoffed “You too pretty to be dealin’ with that, drop him the fuck.”

You looked at him with a surprised expression, not expecting him to say that at all.

Miles smiled at you as he scooted closer “What? You don't think I find you attractive?”

You turned your head away, trying to hide the blush that was forming on your face.

“Nah nah nah, lemme see your face.”

You sighed turning back to face him “Don't you have a game to get back to?”

He ignored your comment, his eyes looking you up and down “You know what's crazy? I've been noticing that you dress differently when you know im gonna be home. Like your hair would be done or you wear something more presentable than sweats.”

“Nigga please, you need to be humbled.” You responded knowing damn well he was right.

He let out a small laugh “ight whatever but I find it cute.”

As the silence lingered for a couple of minutes, it seemed like the both of you were leaning in closer towards each other, your faces only a few inches away.

“You know we shouldn’t….do this..”

Miles licked his lips “Mhm..yeah but we both have wanted to for a while mami..”

Fuck, he was right.

Just before things escalated, you both heard the sound of keys unlocking the door, causing you to move back to your original spot.

“My bad girl, my boss had me working extra hours like some slave.” 

Kayla looked at your face, acknowledging how red it was “Was my brother bothering you?”

“Nah, he wasn’t.”

Ahhhhhhh😆😆😆😆😆

ᥫ᭡ . # ۫ , ⸺ THIS IS A LIFE, MASTERLIST !

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆   ⸺   in every universe, spiderman will inevitably lose the one thing that matters most to him: y/n l/n. miguel o'hara, peter parker, and hobie brown have all suffered through this story. they soon discover another version of you is alive, bound to fall in love with miles morales and to die abruptly. with the prospect of a second chance and a newfound obsession, these four men will do anything to keep you at their side.

⸺   PART ONE .

⸺   PART TWO .

⸺   PART THREE .

⸺   PART FOUR .

⸺   PART FIVE .

⸺   PART SIX .

⸺   PART SEVEN, ENDING ONE .

⸺   PART EIGHT, ENDING ONE .

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To those who recently send request

1) thank u smmm bc I have had no motivation to write and this is helping me !!!

& 2) I’ll try to have them out by tonight / tmrw night :)

A request where Miguel’s daughter and miles are a thing but maybe like a rivalry to lovers typa trope

♱ — DON'T CALL ME THAT

pairing: e!1610!miles x afrolatina!fem!reader genre: enemies to lovers warnings: minor violence, make-out session guest stars: miguel o'hara, hobie brown, pavitr prabhakar, peter & mayday parker now playing: puppet - tyler, the creator CHARACTERS ARE AGED TO 17

summary: miguel was your adoptive father. you were lucky enough to also be granted with spider-like abilities, but miguel refused to let you actually go into battle and such for your own safety. you were cool with a lot of people but there was one in particular that you were taught to hate.

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It was around two o'clock in the morning when you snuck out of your penthouse. You knew it was wrong but you felt you had every right to do it, especially when you feel trapped in your own home all the time.

You never got out. You were raised to think the outside world was dangerous and that everything you'll ever encounter was out to get you. Better yet, kill you.

Tangled was your favorite movie because you related to it on a deeper later, though you never thought of your father as Mother Gothel. It was rude of you to compare your father to a villain.

Your father, Miguel, was also out on patrol and you knew exactly who he was with. Your only friends, Hobie, Peter and Pavitr. You would sometimes a feel a matter of resentment towards your father.

He got to go out and have all the fun while you stayed at home in your room all day. Whenever you got bored, you'd spend your time designing your own spider suit.

You knew the day would come when you'd finally be able to do what your father does, but you never knew when. Your spider suit was coloured white and pastel blue.

Once you crawled your way to the top of the building you slipped on your mask before taking a big leap off. In the midst of falling you closed your eyes, adoring the breeze.

Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you knew what you were doing was morally wrong, but it excited you. You're no longer a kid, you're tired of being kept a secret.

From the distance you seen minor explosions. That was where your father and friends were. You knew that because of how far they were, you'd be fine.

Suddenly, you felt a tingle. This tingle caught you completely off guard in the midst of swinging from building to building. With that, you fell into an alley and landed pretty hard.

You heard footsteps approaching behind you and immediately you turned around frightened by this, webbing them to the wall. This alley was dimly lit so it was hard to make out who or what you had just webbed.

"I see why your dad doesn't let you fight," the voice laughed.

You stormed up to the person webbed and ripped off their mask. All of your previous tension was eased when you noticed it was just Miles Morales, your sworn enemy.

"Hi mami," he smirked.

Miles was somebody you were taught to hate and stay away from, vice versa. But gosh, why did the person you declared your enemy have to be so damn attractive?

From his hair, to his eyes, to his entire face to his voice—you loved it all. You loved the way he spoke to you. Nothing but a light touch sends chills down your spine.

"Don't call me that," you groan.

"Quit liking it then," he says with that same stupid smirk.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your eyes, locking eyes with the boy. His low eyes could burn holes into your skin with the way that he was looking at you.

He magically came undone out of the webs and started walking up to you, backing you up into the wall behind you. His hands slowly slid around your waist.

His left hand reached for your mask, slowly ripping it off your head and smiled when he was met with your actual face.

"You look so beautiful, ma," he muttered under his breath.

"I said don't call me that."

He chuckled, "You love when I call you that."

Your hand was yet to slap him across the face but before you could, he webbed it to the wall. You grew furious, but you were weakening at his touch.

"Bite me," you snapped.

"Gladly."

You couldn't use your other hand to push him as he was being sneaky and already webbed it. So you resorted to using your entire body to push him but failed miserably.

Miles smirked once again. He begins inching closer towards you, immediately aiming for your neck where he'd then starts kissing along it. He took 'bite me' literally.

"Don't leave marks," you mumble and you feel him smiling against your neck.

You knew he wasn't going to listen to you. He rarely ever does. You were growing weaker for him by the second and you hated it, but deep down you secretly loved it.

"Don't tell me what to do, mi vida," he replies against your neck.

"But-"

"I don't care," is all he says.

You were going to speak, but were then cut off when he nips at a certain spot that makes you shiver and let out a small, involuntary moan.

Miles focuses on that spot for some time, sucking and nipping until he pulls back to admire his work. He smirks in satisfaction when he sees the mark beginning to form, then lets his eyes meet yours.

"We shouldn't be doing this, loco," you mumble.

Miles cocks an eyebrow, "I disagree. You want this just as much as I do, so we should."

You remained silent. You couldn't argue with that logic. When you don't say anything in protest, Miles takes this as the chance to lean in and connect your lips.

His hands were rested on your hips while your lips moved in perfect sync. Your hands broke out of the webs and you finally pushed him off of you, trying to catch your breath.

You internally blush when you see the way Miles is staring at you, his eyes seeming a darker brown than usual.

"What?"

"I told you to quit with the flirty shit," you replied annoyedly, wiping the excess gloss off of your lips.

"Yeah, but then you kissed me. Mixed signals, preciosa," he smirks.

You rolled your eyes before looking up and getting an idea. With that, you swung your way to the top of the building you previously fell from. It wasn't that high, but it was a great escape from Miles.

Your stomach was still filled with butterflies from the kiss you had just shared with him. It kind of made you smile a bit too, but you immediately shrugged it off when you caught yourself in the act.

When you landed in an area surrounded by trees, you were sure you escaped. You hid behind one of the trees looking out into the distance, positive that Miles had no idea where you went.

"You know, you're really bad at this," Miles chuckled.

You turned around startled at the fact that he was standing right behind you.

"God, I really fucking hate you," you mumble.

"I love you too, mami."

"I told you to stop calling me that," you say in a low voice as you get in his face, trying with everything you have to not look at his lips.

God, those lips.

"I still think you like it," he replies and stands his ground, not breaking the intense eye contact being shared as you try to stare him down.

Even though your mind is screaming not to, your eyes drift down to those magnificent pair of lips that have been infesting your thoughts since you shared that kiss earlier.

"I can tell you wanna kiss me again," he says smugly and you deeply felt defeated and wanted to say yes, but still, you stood your ground.

With that, you kick him in the stomach and make a run for it. You were stood in the middle of the road, certain that you got away. Suddenly you were blinded by lights and put your hands to your eyes to see what it was.

You were pulled away from the road by a web and immediately were wrapped in Miles' embrace. You watched as the speeding car drove away into the distance.

"Fuck ma, you scared me!"

"Shut up! I knew that was gonna happen...you're the one that's not supposed to be here," you lied.

You remove yourself from his embrace and continue to walk and like a puppy, Miles followed behind you. The sound of your fathers voice began to get closer.

You immediately turned around, pulling Miles along to hide with you in the nearest bush. You knew you were fucked when you heard him nearby.

You were fucked the moment you looked next you, seeing as Miles was again staring you down with hearts practically forming in his eyes.

Your father would've killed not only him but you too, considering the fact that he's always warned you about Miles. You began panicking. You had no idea how you were going to get yourself out of this one.

Miles watched the look of worry appear on your face and pulled you closer to him. You didn't care about a single thing at the moment. You rested your head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat instantly calming you down.

Your father was stood right in front of the bush you and Miles hid in. Your eyes drifted down to his feet and noticed your mask in front of his feet.

Your hands flew to your mouth. You hoped he wouldn't look down to see it. From afar you noticed Hobie looking directly at the two of you, even noticing the mask in front of your fathers feet.

With that, Hobie quickly and quietly used his webs to bring the mask towards him. Your father quickly ran off, continuing his battle with the others.

Hobie sprinted over to the bush where you two then stood up looking incredibly guilty.

"Y/n you're insane for this, but big ups to you going against your fathers wishes. I don't believe in obedience," he chuckled.

"I always knew you guys had a thing, but this confirmed it," Pavitr blurted out, startling you and Miles.

Hobie's eyes drifted down to your neck where he sees the mark that Miles had left previously and was going in to touch it when Miles' arms wrapped around you.

"You should make your way home, mama. We'll take it from here," he says, pressing a kiss against your cheek that you immediately wiped off.

"Yeah, make your way home and get a cold spoon," Hobie joked, earning a web to his mouth from you.

Hobie and Pavitr both ran away, leaving you and Miles alone once again. Miles gave you one last kiss before backing up to go into battle with the others.

"Oh and mama, leave the window open. I'll come see you tonight!" He shouted before swinging off into the distance.

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↳ pairing : miles morales x reader

↳ synopsis : shenanigans with your favorite classmate :) (maybe even a secret crush)

↳ authors note : i'm rlly trying to expand through fandoms, plzzz don't leave i promise i still write hsrr ;o; !!!!! i'm gonna be on a LONG atsv brainrot plz <\3 wuts a proof-read idk what that iz (/j)

MILES MORALES was the new student two years ago, some people thought he was an oddball since the first day encounter with his dad.. but you didn't really mind it honestly. You had much more important matters to attend to, like not listening to gossip.

After learning he was in some of your classes, you decided to try and get to know the guy. He seemed pretty cool, and you never passed an opportunity to know someone new.

"Morales, right?" Miles hears from behind him, it's currently lunch and so he turns his head to see you standing there with a tray in hand. "Mind if I sit with you?"

Since that day, you two hit it off like crazy, with sharing interests and hobbies it wasn't hard to talk every single day and run out of things to talk about.

"So, my Uncle Aaron took me to this crazy place like 2 years ago maybe? But yeah, it's where I did one of my first graffiti art." He explained, leading you through the dark traintracks while holding your wrist so you don't lose him in the darkness. "Sounds cool! Is it the same one that you used in your essay?"

You listen to the echo of his laughter. "Yeah, it is.. He was a great man, made me who I am today."

The way he talks fondly about his Uncle makes your heart sting a little. Though you were never able to meet him yourself, the way Miles talked about him to you made it clear he was a man who loved his nephew like he was his own son, and it was like you could emphasize with his pain of losing him.

However your thoughts are interrupted at the loud sound of a light switch turning on, illuminating the room and different graffiti art draw on the walls. Miles laughs at your breathless expression, admiring the way your eyes seemed to glow at the art all around you.

"Heeey, look at that!" You chuckled, pointing at the 'Expectations' graffiti you brought up earlier. "You were so much shorter back then.." And Miles rolled his eyes at that comment, knowing that you were referring to the silhouette on the wall. "Very funny."

Then you realize theres a section of the wall thats covered with cloth, and he notices how you take notice of it. Miles immediately clears his throat, puts a hand behind his neck and looks at the ground. "Oh, uh.. that's a work in progress. I wouldn't want you to see i-"

Suddenly his spidey-senses go off, the second he looks up he already sees you right infront of the wall and about to touch the cover. "(name)!"

Pulling it off, it reveals a wall full of.. you? You were surprised that the details were down almost perfectly, your nose shape, your eyes and your smile. It was all so perfectly done that in a way it could either be flattering or a tiny bit creepy.

Of course, Miles being your best friend, you may or may not sketch or write about him every now and then (or rather all the time) depending on which one you felt like doing, but he didn't have to know that.

"I'm.. honored?" You laugh, looking back at your poor friend whos pulled his hoodie over his head and his hands covering his face. "Oh, come on! It's not that embarassing- And it looks good I promise!" You tried to reassure him, but the boy has no intentions on budging.

"I forgot I had that." Miles mumbled to himself, ignoring how you pull on his arm to try and get him to show himself.

At some point you've given up, and let the guy wallow in his own embarassment for a while. Your attention shifts back onto the art wall, seeing the several doodles and actual art pieces that you can only assume Miles was working on for the past 2 years you two were friends.

The much smaller doodles were your favorites, ones where he made you a tiny little creature were the cutest ones, and at some point you noticed how so many of them involved.. him. He drew tiny moments of you and him holding hands, going on walks, sharing earphones and little cliche date stuff.

You were about to say something, but are stopped at the realization Miles was right next to you while his eyes never seemed to break contact from yours. "Miles?" You say in almost a whisper, seeing how focused his gaze was on you.

"I mean, we're both smart enough to realize it.. right?"

The urge to play dumb was strong, it really was, but Miles could see through you like he was staring at glass. That's how well he knew you, and how transparent you were with him.

"And maybe I'm stupid enough to make up delusions in my head but.. do you.. feel the same?"

The question leaves you stunned, stammering to find an answer, but the serious facade Miles kept up melts at your nervous reaction. He begins to laugh, digging through his pockets and pulls out a paper you recognize all too well, it had to be either a drawing or a poem you had written for Miles and considering one of your recent ones going missing.. if what he had in his hands was that one, it gave him more than an answer.

That realization makes you gasp, and Miles' laughter only grows stronger as you've now realized what's happening in its full extent. Miles liked you, and he knew you liked him too.

"You cheeky-" You try to grab the paper from his hands, but the tall piece of shit tip-toe's just to make sure you couldn't grab it. "Whaat? What am I, hm?" He'll playfully taunt at you, still unable to control his smile as he knows that deep down you enjoyed this banter just as much as he did.

You two continue to playfully argue for a while, laughter echoing throughout the abandoned area as hours passed on and on. The talk about either ones feelings never came to light, but you two were content with the moment, and in another time you'd talk about the confusing thing that is the feelings you both mutually share.

You had all the time in the world, right? Miles Morales wasn't going anywhere.

braid my hair f’ me (miles morales x blk!reader)

— the thoughts have been thunken. I thunked the thoughts

— made em real cute for y’all

— ⚠️: cursing, reader n miles being silly goof balls

the night was peaceful, with sounds of the city blaring outside of your open windows. you found yourself turning to your boyfriend to tell him all the gossip happening within your school, and he was actively listening and engaging with you in conversation. you showed him pictures on instagram of the people you were talking about so he could keep up with names and visuals, and it wasn’t until near the end of your gossiping when you realized miles stopped responding.

it looked like he’d zoned out completely, just looking in front of him with his eyebrows furrowed.

"baby?" you asked, snapping your fingers in his face.

like a wake up call, his head bobbed up to look at you with wide eyes. "hmm?"

"are you ok, think lost you for a sec," you snorted. miles contorted his face as she shook his head stuttering.

"it’s nothin' I jus- I mean- you think- ugh," miles groaned as his head flew back.

"it’s ok take your time," you teased with a small giggle. if miles was struggling to tell you something this hard, it was probably extremely embarrassing or he did something. you’d hoped it was the latter.

he sighed as he mumbled with his head hung low, "that guy— Tristan— you think his braids would look good on me?"

you looked at with unbelievably wide eyes and a look on your face that screamed "you’re joking." and it was in that moment you realized; oh my god, miles morales wants to get his hair done.

"y’know, I thought this day would never come," you mumbled looking at the ceiling.

you heard him suck his teeth and you looked back at him to see his back turned looking away from you bashfully. miles had never been bashful before.

it was then when you began to giggle uncontrollably. you leaned into your bed frame from where you were on the floor, and you just couldn’t contain your fit of laughter. once he thought the laughter had settled down, he asked, "yeah y-you done now?"

this only set you into another short-lived fit of laughter. you were laughing so hard and so loud, that miles swore your parents could hear you from downstairs.

soon enough, you were panting and coming down from your high only to face an unamused miles with his back facing you. you crawled over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind.

"you know… I can braid your hair," you chirped. he looked back to see the side your face smooshed into his back with a grin.

after a beat of silence, you heard a soft "hm" from miles.

"that’s not a no," you said as you poked his shoulder. he thought about it for a second, whether or not it was a good idea to let you do this.

for the few months you guys have been dating he wouldn’t let you touch his head, claiming to be tender headed and that the only person allowed to braid his hair was his mother. he said that she had “the touch.”

"she’s just the only person who’s soft on my head!"

"miles have you ever even gone to anyone besides your mom?" you asked in disbelief.

"…no"

since then, you’ve let it go after much teasing and humiliation towards your boyfriend.

"imma just ask my mom if she’ll braid it—"

"milesss c’monnnn! I swear i’ll get you looking right and I won’t grip too hard. please?" you pleaded. you hooked your finger under his chin to guide his eyes to your pleading one’s. for a second he looked unamused, but then you swore you saw his lip twitch upward.

"ok, fine. I will allow you to braid my hair just this once." baffled were you at this sentence as you pulled away from him.

"ALLOW ME?! baby say it with your chest, you know damn well you WANT me to braid your head," you sassed.

he chucked, "actin’ like you ain’t just beg me to let you braid my hair-"

"ahhhhh that never happened! I am erasing your memory, that never happened. you WANT me to braid your hair," you quickly said as you rubbed his scalp imitating mind control.

miles laughed as he grabbed your hands as he led you to the bathroom with him.

after making miles sit in a chair for 15 minutes under your sink, and running shampoos and conditioners throughout his scalp, it was time to blow dry.

you sat him down in your bedroom near your dresser with all the supplies laid on the table.

miles shifted uncomfortably in his chair and he kept looking back at you plugging in the dryer with worry in his eyes.

"miles, the blow dryer will not blow you away. you have nothing to worry about," your voice dragged. you watched in amusement as he dragged his hand down his face and a deep sign came from his mouth.

not turning the dryer on just yet, you got to work on parting his hair into fourths, clipping back sections as you went on. finally, it was time for my miles to face his biggest fear; the blow dryer.

he heard the whirlwind sound as soon as you flipped the switch. he winced once he felt the warm air coming to his scalp, "WAIT!"

"lord have mercy," you said over the blow dryer. you turned it off completely. "what is it miles?"

"w-what about heat protectant?" he stuttered as he puffed out his chest. you sucked your teeth as you walked to your bathroom to find heat protectant. you could hear miles’ soft sigh as you left the room.

walking back with the spray, you sprayed miles head as you told him, "you know the faster we blow dry, the faster all of this will be over right?"

"alright, alright-" he threw his hands up in defense and tilted his head. "-simplemente no tires demasiado fuerte por favor."

you squinted your eyes in thought as you tried to translate in your head, and after a second you understood.

"you have nothing to worry about, I got most of the tangles out of your hair when washing. this should go smoothly."

and smoothly it did… except for the fact that miles couldn’t stop bobbing his head all over the place. you kept having to grab his head to keep it upright with the blow dryer. "miles keep still, jesus!"

"what d’you think i’m tryna do?"

once blow drying was over, you turned miles head up to face you looking down at him from his sitting position. "that wasn’t so bad now was it?"

"hmm nooo," he groaned. you bent down to meet his lips for a small kiss, thanking him for his (very difficult) cooperation.

taking his hair out of all the clips, you got to parting six equal sections of hair to braid. as you parted you made sure to add zig-zag patterns with your comb, just to give his braids a little flavor. as you clipped off the sectioned parts of his hair to start braiding you checked to see if miles was okay to start

"you ready baby?" he said nothing.

"miles?" you asked again. when you heard no response, you walked over to check on him. what you saw was truly a sight to behold—

there was miles, shut eyed and breathing slowed with his mouth slightly opened. "I made him fall asleep," you thought to yourself. quickly, you stumbled over to your bed and found your phone. snapping a picture of him in this state, you giggled as you went to instagram to edit in a pink heart next to him and save it at your new lock screen.

swiftly placing your phone on the dresser along with all your hair supplies, we went back to doing his hair. you opened up some hair grease and gel as you went to work.

"miles," you shook him awake. "miles, baby wake up."

stirring out of the deep slumber you put him in, he stretched his long limbs as he looked around for a second confused.

"finished?" he asked groggily. you noticed his voice was scratchy and deep, still laced with sleep. you turned him around in his chair for him to come face to face with your dresser mirror.

his eyebrows furrowed and his lips formed to make a small "o" shape as he looked at himself in the mirror.

running his hands across the top of his head he exclaimed, “damn mami.”

"eek-! you like them?" you smiled as you bent over his chair to wrap your arms around his neck.

"of course I do, these are clean," he answered. he turned his head to face your cheek as he kissed you.

"ouu lemme take a picture," you said. you grabbed your phone from off the dresser. you unlocked the phone, but before you could open the camera app, miles caught a glimpse of your lock screen.

"um-! when the hell did you take that??"

— i am an avid user of the pink heart emoji

— 🩷

— took me a while to decide whether or not I wanted this to be an e42 or e1610 miles fic 😞

— tbh it could easily be both

— @laylasbunbunny @ulovejayy @all444miles @nagi3seastorm

 thinking about hobie brown’s touch. he’s so rough—no blunt with his touch. his need for affection startles you, in a good way & he knows that.(it’s partly the reason he’s the way he is, just to see the blush rising to your cheeks & the fact he just loves touching you).

he’s fingers grabbing your waist & pulling you so your against him. You body making a thud when you collide. you let out a small gasp at his action. hobie doesn’t seem that surprised as you.his focus on something else, almost as if he did absentmindedly.

or the way his fingers find the back of your next pushing you up towards him for a kiss when your too shy. “there you go love,much better.” a cheeky more like cocky smile appears on his face, his hand still on you so you’re looking at him rather than hiding yourself away from him like you usually do. “i was getting there i swear” you tell him & from the look on his face you can tell he doesn’t believe you. but instead he connects your lips with his, this time his tounge slipping into your mouth. “hobie”

or when your both asleep his hand rests on your stomach. his calloused hand on your smooth bare skin. “ you really need to stop play your guitar without your pick , it’s tearing up your hands” you gently scold him. his eyes are still closed & he is half asleep but you know he’s listening. that doesn’t stop him from gently he shushing you urging you back to sleep, and away from the scolding his received multiple times. the pout you have due to his shushes is quickly abandoned when you pulls you closer to him. You bodies so intertwined you practically one. neither of you seem to care though

come close; hobie brown

getting high and talking about anarchy with some old 90's shit playing is a crazy way to fall for someone. but it happens.

pairing hobie brown x Black!afab!fem! reader

contents lots of weed, different terms for weed (mary jane, cess), talks of killing politicians (y’all r both anarchists so.), masturbation (both you and hobie), making out, fingering, riding, missionary, mating press, creampie, unprotected sex (they're horny man dwbi), dirty talk, cervix kissing, lotsssss of praise, porn with plot (sorry i love plot 🙏🏾)

words 4.7k.. back on my longer fic shit!

warnings reader wears lipgloss, barely proofread so if you see any mistakes pls shoot me an ask!, umm i use the n word once!, i’m also,, not that great at writing his voice yet so.. hope it’s at least sorta accurate :3

extras the form i wrote this in is kinda,, unique igs but it flows rlly well i feel.

song shoutouts special thanks to lipstick lover by janelle monae, come close by common and mary j. blige, and green eyes by erykah badu! full playlist

signing off happy father’s day to hobie 🫶🏾

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not quite plug!hobie, but hobie who always has weed, who you smoke with the first time you buy from him.

you usually don’t smoke with randoms, but you hear some old 90's rap playing from inside his car, and he invites you in when you comment on it.

"what you know bout this?" you ask with a smile.

"a lot, actually. you wanna smoke and listen?"

not quite plug!hobie who's fine as fuck as he sits opposite you in his ride, tall and darkskin with cool ass hair. wild ass accent and even wilder style, but he makes it work. his music taste adds on to his overall allure.

but his political views? god. the charm in the shape of a little 'a' surrounded by a circle hanging from his mirror lets you know that he ain't like these other niggas.

he's an anarchist. so far, you're the only anarchist you know. it's so rare to find someone who has the same values as you.

not quite plug!hobie who's car you leave with music recs clumsily typed into your notes, and someone to talk about politics with, though you're too shy to text the pretty boy with the good weed, so you're sure it'll never happen.

not quite plug!hobie who texts you when you get home to make sure you arrived safely.

"driving while high ain't safe, ya know? you at home?"

"i've done it before. i made it home."

not quite plug!hobie who's so nice to you, complimenting your outfits and hair, even noticing when you meet him the 3rd time with a new style.

not quite plug! hobie who you find out has been giving you discounts when your friends ask if you ever bought from him after their recommendation, and you run them in on the details. you think it’s just cause y’all smoked the first time you ever bought from him and you bonded over political views and music. you don’t think nothing else of it.

not quite plug!hobie who you find yourself thinking about more and more often, ever since that first time y'all smoked together.

not quite plug!hobie who finds himself in the same predicament.

not quite plug!hobie who answers the door on your 6th buy in a pair of red sweats and a tight white t-shirt that hugs his lanky frame, hair tied up with a blue shoe string. he invites you into his crib, citing reasons of having no one else to talk to about his views with. after all, it's the first time you both have time to sit and talk and listen to music instead of a quick deal since that first time.

not quite plug!hobie who you get faded as fuck with, this time sharing a joint on his janky couch, heavy hands brushing against each other with each pass. he tries to ignore the aching in his very core every time you speak your mind, your aligning politics driving him crazy.

you mirror him, shaking off the.. arousal?.. no, it can't be. you can't be getting all heated just cause a man is an anarchist. whatever. just ignore it.

not quite plug!hobie who laughs when you tell him straight up, “people aren’t killing politicians anymore. that’s our fuckin’ problem.”

"really? you're wild. but i get it."

"course you do." you nod, taking another drag of the joint. erykah badu's "green eyes" is playing quietly in the background of your convo. hobie starts laughing.

"what?" you smile.

"song's called green eyes, right? well we got red eyes." it's corny and wouldn't be funny if you two weren't high as shit, but you are high as shit, so it's fucking hilarious.

not quite plug!hobie who's eyes linger on you as he pulls laugh after laugh out of your chest with his snarky little jokes.

not quite plug!hobie who walks you to your car after your smoke session, telling you to get home safely. he passes out after his head hits the bed, that after smoke sleep being some of the best he's ever had. he tries to chase you out of his mind as he succumbs to the cess.

not quite plug!hobie who lights a joint and then pulls his dick out the next day, hard and heavy, and strokes it thinking about his pretty little client— friend? whatever — hips stuttering as he wraps his hand around his thick base. he's tried to shake you off, went all day distracting himself with this and that, but it's not working.

not quite plug!hobie who cums in white spurts splattering on his chest to the thought of making you cum in a room filled with smoke, some old r&b playin as he dicks you down the way he's been wanting to since the first time your pretty ass came to him asking for some weed. he wants you bent over on the end of his bed, eyes low and red while he fills you up and fucks you good, gives you his dick like he feels you so rightfully deserve.

not quite plug!hobie who you seriously can't stop thinking of. last night's smoke session has you on edge, so you light another joint, but weed always gets you horny, so when you slip your fingers into your panties and touch yourself to the thought of the pretty darkskin boy with the piercings and cool hair pushing his fat cock into your pretty hole, you blame it on the mary jane sitting pretty in your veins.

the fault lies in the mary jane for making you think about him laid on top of you, talking you through it as he damn near kisses your cervix, his wiry hands roaming your body. the fault lies in the mary jane for having your legs shaking, imagining your pretty plug folding you in half and ruining you, leaving you and your cunt sore and satisfied and dripping his cum.

not quite plug!hobie who cleans up while telling himself that he can't do this again, that you're not interested in him.

not quite plug!hobie who you block out of your mind as you shower. what you did wasn't right. it won't happen again.

not quite plug!hobie who you don’t buy from for a minute, cause you’re trying to stop smoking so much, for a while. you still keep in contact with him, though. daily texts, funny memes, and of course talks of anarchy. one day, you call him “bee” instead of hobie, and it sticks. he likes it.

not quite plug!hobie… who you fuck yourself to again, this time slipping three fingers inside your greedy cunt to satiate the need for him. it’s almost every night, and it’s a different fantasy every time. 

in the backseat of his car, bent over on his counter, pressed into his couch cushions. your head pressing into your pillows while visions of hobie’s lips pressed to your ear praising you endlessly for being his good girl and taking him so well torment you. you’re insatiable, but when you text you have to pretend like you don’t want his piercing scraping against your clit as he eats you like a man starved.

not quite plug!hobie who has the same dilemma as you.. he can’t even go a couple of hours without growing hard in his sweats, glimpses of you spread out on his bed with your thighs thrown over his shoulders, or you face down ass up, sobbing in pure ecstasy. it’s not made better by y’all’s constant texting, more and more of your personality being revealed to him each day.

you both share one brain, really. and that one brain finds each other attractive, of course, but it’s not just that. it’s not just pure lust. you two have more in common than anyone you’ve ever met, and that sinks ache and want so deep into you that every night and day is spent trying to rid yourselves of it.

not quite plug!hobie who you buy from again almost two weeks later, two weeks that were filled with funny conversations and deep discussions of politics through text. two weeks that solidify the growing feelings you have for each other. this time, he’s wearing a pair of blue sweats and a tight black tee, and his hair is tied up just like the first time you came to his house. this time, brandy’s playing throughout his crib.

you’ve only known each other for about two months, but it feels like longer, for the both of you. you take your seat on the couch as he grabs his stash and his papers, pulling out one paper to roll up.

not quite plug!hobie who sits a little bit closer than he did last time. he smells good. your head is swimming already. 

not quite plug!hobie who lights up and then lets you take the first hit, watching you wrap your glossy lips around the joint like he doesn’t wish they were wrapped around his dick instead. you pass the joint to him and settle onto the couch, raking your eyes over his lanky frame, and what you swear is a hard-on. no way. it has to be the weed. 

he settles back onto the couch too, extending his long arms on the back. his arm comes up behind your head, and you rest your head on it, smiling dopily when he directs his hazy gaze your way. his playlist must have ended. you're left with him and your thoughts.

“you’re funny, you know?” he says through a breath of smoke, passing the joint to you.

“yeah?” you reply, hitting it again. “everyone tells me i’m just corny.”

“you’re not corny. you’re pretty hilarious, if i’m bein’ honest.” 

and there it is again.

not quite plug!hobie whose words light that fire in you again, the fire that you’ve been dousing every night for the past two fucking weeks. fuck, not here. not now. you grab the joint from him in an attempt to push more weed into your system to flush him out, but you meet his pretty fuckin’ brown eyes and they’re low and his lips looks so good and he smells so good and suddenly you’re asking not quite plug who you’re two seconds away from fucking!hobie why he’s been charging you less than everyone else who buys from him and why he invited you into his car and into his house, twice.

and not quite plug who really wants to kiss you right now!hobie can’t even joke and twist his way out of this one. he’s tired of cumming alone to the thought of you. the worst you can do is leave. but the best? god, so many things.

“'s cause i think you’re pretty. n' i really wanna kiss you right now.”

“then do it.”

not quite plug!hobie who tastes like weed and chocolate. the hand that was resting on the back of the couch finds it’s way to the small of your back, fingers drawing nonsensical shapes into it. your hands find his knee and his neck as you press your lips into his. you slide closer to him, and then he’s using the hand resting on your back to push you into his lap, hands settling on your hips as you settle above him, your hands circling around his neck.

“how long?” you ask between kisses.

“since the day you walked up to my car.” he responds quietly, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. he’s quick to trap your lips again.

god, he is hard. and he’s big, you can feel him pressing against the inside of your thigh. you hold your tongue, figuring you could deal with that later. right now, you just need to get out what you’ve been keeping in since the day you two met and you spotted the little ‘a’ hanging from his mirror.

the kiss grows deeper and he grows a little less shy, starting to use his hands gripping your waist to grind you against him. heat floods you when you realize that he's pulling you onto his cock, pressing your cunt against him, separated by the fabric of his sweats and your shorts.

you find his rhythm, falling into the pattern of his soft pushes and presses, a gentle lull of bodies moving against each other that makes you even more comfortable than you already are. soft little groans escaping the both of you, mixing with the smoke and infatuation in the air.

he lets you move the way you want, lithe fingers tracing up your back, hovering over where your hair falls onto your neck. he keeps kissing you for a minute, seemingly frozen. but then he's pulling away to speak, "can i- can i touch your hair?"

you stop moving with a smile. you nod. "yeah. thanks for asking." you kiss him again.

"course, love." he nods, and then he kisses you again. his long fingers snake into your hair, gently and softly. he strokes his hands through your locks, in time with your kisses and the movements of your hips that have started again. hands migrating from his neck, sliding down his chest, laying flat-palmed. your fingers slide under his tee, curling and gripping to pull him ever closer to you.

not quite plug!hobie who could kiss you forever. you could too, but you want more. you need him. so you pull away just a little, murmur "can feel you against me." chills rack through him at your words.

"i know. 'm so hard, darlin'." he pushes his hips up just a little, drawing a muffled whine from you.

"been wantin' you so bad.." you trail off. hobie takes it upon himself to move his hands from your hair to the waistband of your shorts, eyes fixed on yours, watching your every move. you nod, giving him permission to snake his fingers into your shorts, fingers that are met with no resistance.

"no panties? did'ya plan this, doll?" he smiles, slim fingers exploring your wetness, doing what he can with the limited space.

"mhm." you shake your head. "'s more comfortable." he hums in agreement. he circles your clit with his middle finger, dipping towards your entrance to collect more slick. you push down against his fingers, causing him to have to crane his wrist to reach you.

"can we take these off? can't touch you the way i wanna." you blush, averting your eyes to focus on the hand that disappears into your shorts.

"yeah." you breathe shakily, standing up and letting hobie pull them down your legs, hands on his shoulders as balance. your shirt is long, and it falls down to give you some modesty. hobie throws your shorts somewhere behind you before he leans back, giving you space to sit back down.

he looks so fucking good, brown eyes staring at you like you hung the stars in the sky. he reaches out for you, pulling you back into his lap by your hips. his hand disappears under your shirt while his lips find yours again, exploring you more freely this time.

"so wet, doll." he murmurs between one kiss and another, smiling when you whine. his fingers move at different speeds, pressing in different areas and circling at different speeds until he finds a combination that makes you jolt against him, whining "bee."

"thaaaaat's it, love." this time, you don't return your lips to his, instead tucking your head into his neck as you hump shamelessly against his hand, his cock pressing hard and heavy against your thigh. "keep going, baby," he urges, "show me how it feels."

and you do. you shiver and shake and whine and groan in pleasure, pressing kisses in his brown skin as he touches you the way he touched himself thinking about.

not quite plug!hobie who presses his thumb into your clit, sliding his hand farther down to tease your drooling hole. "'s wet, love. g'na feel so good 'round me." you moan loudly at that, at the thought of your fantasies coming true. you cant your hips down, sliding down his fingers until they're seated inside you, stroking gently at your sensitive walls.

pulling them out softly, he curls his fingers, twisting his wrist as you whine and mouth at his neck. "'s okay. you can bite." he nods, catching onto what you were holding yourself back from. you still don't, resign to licking and sucking instead.

until his fingers catch the spongy spot inside you, and your teeth are sinking into the column. "fuck," you damn near shout, pushing yourself onto his hand. he groans in response, pleased to be pleasing you and indulging in the pain you inflict on him. thumb on your clit and fingers playing with that spot, he brings his other hand from your hip to your hair to soothe you, to ground you.

it's sweet, really, his hand in your hair while the other one touches you the way you've been dreaming of. coos and hums meet your ears, soft sounds of affirmation egging you on to let yourself get lost in the pleasure he delivers you. arousal steadily dripping out of your hole, hobie's fingers sliding easier and easier inside you until he can pull out and slip right back in.

"you're so pretty, dove, fuckin' dreamgirl." he murmurs, staring down at your pretty face, arched eyebrows turned down in ecstasy, lips parted. the praise takes you closer and closer to the edge, his deep voice reverberating throughout your entire being, the pangs of arousal in your clit growing harder and faster. you're close.

you're so goddamn close to cumming for a boy you just wanted to buy from. his long fingers reach deep, deeper than you could ever even dream of. “hobie- i- i’m g’na-” you stutter against his neck, hips stuttering against his fingers.

“‘s okay, love, cum. i’m right here.” the rubber band snaps, and you're tightening your thighs around his hand while you shake and shiver, eyes closed tight with soft whines of "hobie, god it feels so good" tumbling from your lips. you tighten around his fingers, too, squeeze him so tight he winces, cause he just knows you're gonna feel so good wrapped around him. he pushes that thought away, though, focused on helping you ride out your orgasm.

fingers pressing into your clit and that spot inside you, he makes sure to milk every last second of your climax, eyes fixed on your ethereal features. aftershocks still racking through you, you finally open your eyes, and he takes it as a sign to gently pull his fingers out of you and wipe them on his sweats, and you shudder at the feeling.

"that was. . so much better than i imagined. n' i imagined it being pretty good." you smile and giggle, placing a kiss on his neck. he laughs in response, raising his eyebrows at your confession.

"bet i'm a better fuck than you imagined, too." the air in the room shifts again, and suddenly you're aware of his cock pressed against your thigh through his sweats again.

"bet you are."

you raise up, kissing him again as your hands find the waistband of his sweats and invite themselves in, meeting his dick that's been hard since you first sat down on his couch. "and i'm the one who planned this? you're free-balling." you murmur against his lips, and he mirrors your words from earlier.

"'s more comfortable, 's all— fuck." he's cut off when you pull his cock out of his sweats and run your finger over his pretty brown tip, dipping into his slit. his hips thrust up, chasing your soft hand. "g'na drive me crazy." he almost whines, jerking against you when you swipe your thumb against his aching tip again.

"just returnin' the favor." you shoot back, raising up to hover over him, swiping his leaking dick through your wetness. he wraps his hand around his thick base, moving in time with your teasing strokes. "you're big." you groan, hesitating to seat yourself on him.

"i know, doll, you can take it though. we'll make you take it." he speaks into your clothed chest, muffled and horny, and you’re sure he means what he says. you drip even more at his words, sticky slick wetting his fat tip.

not quite plug!hobie whose hands are on your hips as you sink down onto his pretty dick, whining into his neck as he encourages you. “you got it, baby, you’re takin’ me so well. god, she’s so wet.”

"she— fuck that's so hot," you moan, eyes rolling back at his words.

"mhm?" he hums.

you don't respond, too busy focusing on his fat cock pushing into you, focusing on the way you both make it fit, exactly like he said you would. finally, he bottoms out, your thighs resting against his sweats.

"g' job, babe. knew you could take me." you jolt against him, his heady words sending another pang of arousal straight to where you two meet.

not quite!plug hobie who you tell to move, raising your hips up as he pulls out, meeting him in the middle as he fills you back up. his hips slot against yours again, and his big chocolate eyes are fixed on yours, gazing upon you in adoration, while your eyes are fixed on where he disappears into you.

"so big, feels s'good. ." you whisper, meeting his gaze. the look in his eyes has chills running down your spine as you raise your hips again, choosing to connect your lips with his again. hobie starts to find a rhythm, now, wrapping his long arms around your waist. you swap spit with him as his hips meet your ass, taking over.

body bouncing with each of his thrusts into your pussy, arms wrapped around his neck. his lips slipping against yours, plump and wet. you both take it slow, basking in the feeling of finally being like this with someone you've wanted since you first saw them.

he fills you up so nicely, thick cock nestled in your achy walls, leaking tip just barely kissing your cervix as he thrusts just a bit harder and you push down a little more.

"y'feel me, darlin? 'm all the way in, at the end of you, god, 'm g'na make you mine." he babbles in pleasure, pushing his hips up even harder. still soft, but firm, and deliberate.

you nod against his lips, hand resting on his cheek. "feel you, bee, feel you in my fuckin' stomach, i swear." you feed off of him and he feeds off of you, kissing and slapping your hips against the others, wild and wanting. "fuckin' me so good, bee, makin' me yours."

"makin' me yours, doll, pussy's squeezin' me like she don't w'na let go."

"don't wanna let go, wan' you so bad." you confess, bringing your ass down onto his cock again. "i— fuck," you sob. his cock curves just right, and with his tip pressing against your spot now, hobie's found new determination.

"that it?" he asks, making sure to keep hitting that spongy patch of skin with every thrust, sheathing his cock in your wet heat.

"'s it, hobie, feels so good, shit." the high has worn off by now, leaving pure emotions and desire driving you two. you get tight around him again, cunt pulsing with every slam of his hips against yours. you feel so good around him, so tight and wet.

"'m g'na—, you're gonna make me cum, bee."

he moves one hand from around your waist at that, sliding between you two to toy with your clit, thumb rubbing wild shapes against the throbbing bud.

"fuck," you cry, grinding against his thumb and down onto his dick.

"you close again, doll? wan' you to wet me up, ma'me a mess," he encourages, big brown eyes fixed on yours like they've been the whole night.

"'m so close, bee, wanna cum for you, wanna wet you up."

"then do it." he mirrors your words from earlier, and the pleasure pulsing through your veins and infatuation swirling around in your blood gets to be too much, and you cum on his cock, still slamming your hips down onto him, meeting his thrusts in the middle. "thaaaat's it, doll." you hear hobie praise through the fog in your mind, bounces turned to messy grinds as you get all tight around him, cumming hard.

"y'alright, love?" he asks, moving your hair out of your face.

"mhm. w'na go again, you haven't come yet." he chuckles at your words, wrapping both hands around your waist and kissing you again.

"lay back, love." he murmurs against your lips, flipping you onto the couch. your back meets the smooth fabric as he lays you down, pulling his tee and his sweats off. you follow suit, stripping your shirt off and throwing it somewhere behind his couch. his watchful eyes fall on your face, then your tits, then your cunt, taking your body in for the first time.

he finds his place on top of you, balancing himself on his elbows as he kisses you again. he reaches down, but you stop him. "lemme do it," you urge, replacing his hand. you line him up with your sopping entrance, nodding twice to tell him to push in.

the stretch is so fucking good, his cock bullying it's way into your tight cunt again.

"fuck, that's it," he curses, watching your face as he seats himself in your once again.

"so deep. ." you trail off, looking down at your stomach, and oh fuck, no way.

"hobie, hobes, look," you urge, and he points his gaze to where you're looking.

"oh, love, look at that. can see myself, right there," he presses down on the bulge he creates, ripping a broken moan straight from your throat.

"fuck me, please," you sob, squirming under him. he nods, understanding, and finds his rhythm easier this time, lean hips slapping against you. your body jolts up the couch with every thrust, choppy whines of nonsensical sentences leaving your mouth.

not quite plug who's absolutely pussydrunk!hobie can't get enough of your cunt, the way you squeeze him oh so tight, the wet squelches of your heat drawing him further into madness. he needs to go deeper, needs to fuck you harder, so he raises up, throwing your legs over his shoulders, leaning back down to bury his cock deep inside you.

"baby, fuck." it's a gritted groan, head rolling back onto the couch as he mouths at your neck, licking and biting at your heated skin. his thrusts are slow and firm, dick kissing your cervix, the slaps sounding out through his living room.

you're both quiet this time around, too blissed out to do anything but fuck, allowing yourselves to succumb to pleasure. every inch of his cock fills you, driving you crazy, driving him crazy too. it's intimate, his lips on your neck, your fingers palming at his back, limbs tangled together. and you can feel it building up in you again.

"'m g'na cum, hobes." he moves one of his arms, bringing his thumb down to rub at your clit, still mouthing at your neck. he lets it happen this time, doesn't urge you or change anything he's doing, and you coast into your climax so gratifyingly that you almost cry, squeezing him tight once again. now, your focus is on making him cum.

"wan' you to cum, hobes."

"gotta pull out, love. we ain' even put a rubber on." he realizes.

"no you don't. 'm clean. jus' fill me up, please." in your right mind, you wouldn't let him, but you're not in your right mind, and neither is he. so he cums with a groan, shaking as he spills pressed against your cervix.

the air's.. different now, satisfied and calm. you both lay there for a while, until hobie's picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up.

after, he lights another joint that you two share tucked under his covers, hugged up like a couple.

not quite plug!hobie holds you as you both fall asleep.

funny business || hobie brown

part two

"No."

"Please."

"I said no, go away," he huffed, leaning up against the wall of the empty room in headquarters you dragged him into. If he didn't love you so much he would have knocked your lights out. In fact, he would not have let you drag him in the first place.

"Hobebe, please," you clasped your hands together and brought them under your chin, begging him and hoping that the use of the nickname would make him cave. But of course it didn't.

This exchange had been going on for ten minutes straight.

A crazy thought had popped itself into your head, and you decided to seek out your boyfriend to make that thought a reality. But he didn't exactly match your enthusiasm.

"Hobie, come on. It's just gonna be a second," you continued to beg, tugging at his sleeve and standing on your toes just so you can be slightly eye level with him.

"Just hang upside down real quick and I'll give you a quick kiss. That's it, please."

All he did was roll his eyes at your begging, he thought this was absolutely ridiculous.

"Why can't you just kiss me now love?" he moved away from the wall to lean down close to your face. Not only to stop you from almost jumping to meet his gaze, but because he knew how flustered you would get when he did.

"I kiss you like this all the time," you almost pouted, turning your gaze slightly away from him, not expecting his sudden movements towards you. This made his expression turn amused.

"I just want to try something new."

His smirk grew wider at your choice of words, and your chest began to feel a bit hot. You almost feared to ask...

"What?"

"Nothing," he simply hummed, raising his hand to run his knuckles against your cheek, and you felt the heat in your chest trail up to your neck.

"It's just that, this isn't the first time you said that."

And that was it, your face practically went up in flames at the reminder, making you turn away completely and hide your face in your hands.

"Hobie, stop," your whines came, slightly muffled now making him throw his head back in laughter.

The sound that came from him was deep and smooth, familiar even. That did not help your current state as you felt you were becoming more akin to a bonfire.

"Hey now," he softly whispered despite your current torment. He moved towards you once more, chuckling as he tried to pull your hands away from your face.

And you let him, absolutely melting in his touch despite your own temperature.

"Don't go hiding that pretty face of yours," he grinned as your eyes finally met him again. He gently took your chin between his fingers. He didn't want you turning away again, especially now when he had a little proposition for you.

"Tell you what," he said.

"If you can look at me for a minute straight while I do whatever I want, I'll hang upside down and you can kiss me all you want." He proposed, and it intrigued you. But the look on his face made you hesitate.

"You're not gonna do anything funny are you?" You quirked a brow, finding the courage to pull your chin from his hand as you finally began to compose yourself.

"That type of funny, nah," he shook his head.

"Unless you want it to be of course, I'm a gentleman above all else."

You look at him unimpressed.

"Hobart."

"Damn, so pissy," he tsked.

"But yes, nothing funny unless specifically asked for," he tilted his head towards you with a more genuine smile.

Fuck, he was cute.

"Fine," you agreed.

"Get ready to hang upside down, pretty boy."

"We'll see about that," he quirked an amused brow before taking your shoulders in his hands, completely taking you by surprise once more.

"One minute starts now."

Your breath hitched in your throat as you feel him backing you up against the wall. He did it gently, but it didn't stop you from tensing up in an effort to stand your ground.

Was this not funny business? You screamed in your head despite your thoughts beginning to get muddled as he leaned down towards you like earlier. Your heart was practically doing a number on your

"Why do you look so mad?" He cooed, hands trailing up to the sides of your face.

Now this was getting really funny. But you didn't say anything. Knowing that talking would only make things worse. You focused on looking him in the eyes with the best deadpan expression you could muster.

You were gonna do the upside down kiss with him, even if it killed you.

"Not answering me I see," he hummed, thumbs now rubbing small circles on your cheeks.

"You know, I don't understand why you want me to go upside down just for a kiss," he said simply, almost too simply for your liking.

Still, he went on. He moved his head a bit to the side, lips going near your ear till you could hear and feel his warm breath on you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Quite unimaginative don't you think?" He whispered, voice seemingly going down an octave.

"I could think of a lot more fun things we could do upside down."

And that was it, the emotions you were hiding came out in a burst, and you practically yanked yourself from his hold to look away from him. You hid your head in your hands again, this time not only in embarrassment, but in defeat.

"You promised no funny business," you peaked your eyes out of your hands just to glare at him.

He was looking at you so smug with his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, but you didn't specify what funny business," he shrugged.

"All I did was talk to you like I normally do, not my fault you could handle it."

You huffed at his nonchalant attitude, bringing your hands down to clench them at your sides.

"This isn't over."

He laughed at the determined look on your face, thinking how fucking cute you were. So cute in fact that he leaned in to kiss you on the cheek.

"It never is."

hopefully he's less ooc :>> part two here

He may act tough but his ass is goofy. I just know it.

pretty baby (e-42 miles x black! fem!reader)

— car rides with miles nvr fail to make u queazy

— ⚠️: light cursing, slightly suggestive, slight angst, kinda sensitive reader

"you are unbelievable, y'know that?"

sitting in the car scrunched up with your legs close to your chest, you turned your whole body away from the driver's seat, trying to avoid any and all contact with the driver. after what happened today, you didn't think you could ever face miles again, too embarrassed to talk to him the entire car ride.

"it wasn't even that big a deal baby, i'm sure nobody even cared like that," he chuckled. he thought it was childish how such small moments could affect your mood for such wildly long periods of time.

"I sucked the syrup off your fingers miles, in front of all your friends. i'm humiliated!" you cried, putting your hands over your face and bending down into your lap; anything to avoid eye contact with him.

looking back at the road with a smirk on his face, he said, "if it makes you feel better, I didn't mind it..-"

"MILES!" you whined as you snapped your head in his direction. "how could you say that to me right now?!"

"oh– ok i'm sorry baby, but that doesn't mean you have to act like this-!"

you rolled your head back as you groaned and covered your face with your hands again; he didn't get it. the way you were perceived was extremely important to you, especially in front of people who you deemed important. you didn't want your boyfriends' friends to perceive you as some sort of sex fiend.

"just drive miles. you don't get it."

furrowing his eyebrows, he turned the block and pulled into a mcdonalds parking lot near your house. "then make me understand, hm? why are you letting this stupid shit affect you?"

"oh my god miles just take me home, please I don't wanna talk about it–"

"no, see 'cause now you have my attention, what's the matter?" if there was one thing you knew about miles, it's that he won't let shit go, especially when it comes to you.

"miles, i swear to god if you don't drive me home i'm gonna get out this car and walk," you threatened. you could feel tears begin to form in your eyes and the burning feeling you get in your gut when you're about to cry. miles noticed your chest rising and falling, a telling sign you were about to cry; this only pushed him further.

"you not goin' nowhere. not until you talk to me, so here's what we gon' do; we will sit in this car and we won't move until you start talking," he said as brought his hand up to your face, wiping the tear that escaped your waterline before it could drip and ruin your makeup.

your face scrunched up at the small gesture and you pressed your lips in a tight line. suddenly the burning feeling burned even hotter, and the saliva in your mouth began to increase. more tears slipped from your eyes. in a soft yet pleading voice, you asked, "please, can I just go home?"

he furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at your state and it was then he could tell this was a real problem. "ay baby.. eres mi vida. talk to me," he cupped your face with both of his hands as they caught the tears falling. with your face smushed in his hands, he leaned in to give you a smooch, not caring if your lipgloss got all over him– he just wanted to see you smile for him.

"I don't want them to think badly of me miles.. they all looked at me funny and were cheering when I did it. I humiliated myself in front of them," you spilled, not wanting to keep it in anymore. and to be honest, it felt weird crying in your boyfriends' hands and not into your pillow alone in your room.

putting his forehead to yours, he said, "hey, look at me; you don't always have to worry about impressing everybody. everybody don't matter, you understand me? only me and you, ok? ion' wanna see you crying over some pinche pendejos who don't got they own girls and haven't matured since middle school."

you giggled softly as you sniffled your nose.

"there's that pretty smile," he mumbled as he gave a kiss to the top of your head.

"my pretty girl…”

you could feel your face get warmer after what he said, the indication, that big yet subtle word “my” sticking out to you like a sore thumb.

“what, you like that? like when I call you that mi vida?” you knew he would never let you live this down, and this would be one of your many nicknames he would use on you to get you flustered to his own advantage.

“shut up—”

“what, you don’t wanna be my pretty girl?” he inquired whilst leaning back to look at you, feigning disappointment.

“of course I do miles-”

“then lemme hear you say it chiquita— c’mon I wanna hear you say it,” he said sounding very suave. you grew weak in the knees whenever miles deepened his voice while speaking to you, and he definitely used this to his advantage. thank goodness you we’re sitting down because lord knows if you were standing, you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself together without bending over backwards for him.

your eyes wandered to anywhere else in the car, not wanting to see the look on miles face when you said what you were about to say, “i’m your pretty girl.”

“yeah, I know that’s right.”

– i wanna be his pretty girl so bad lol

GUYS I'M ALREADY WRITING A FIC BUT I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA AND I JUST WANNA SHARE WIT Y'ALL.

Kendrick lamar Bf (Miles) x SZA Gf (reader)

Or

Kendrick lamar Bf (Miles) x Kali Uchis Gf (reader)

I'm not shipping the artists just to let y'all know it's just the music they'd listen to and it will be related to how their personalities are yk?

not to be horny on main, but thinking about the height difference between hobie and his s/o and how he likes teasing them whenever, be it in public w/ him putting his head in theirs, wrapping his arms around their waist, getting things for them… and also ofc, pulling them onto his lap, trapping their hands with one of his, dwarfing them in pretty much every position, hobie using it to his as advantage when getting frisk in a wall…

i am so delusional for this man!!!

─ : 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

★ cw: smutty themes, explicit phases, size kink.

★ notes: thinking thoughts...

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 loves hugging you, he loves to smother your face into his chest absolutely crushing you, you whine about it but he knows otherwise. He can trap you within his arms for as long as he wants and you cannot get out because of his spidy strength. He’ll trap you there and place kisses everywhere on your face just cause he likes to make you giggle. 

He loves to pin your hands above your head and suck hickies all over your neck, using his strength as an advantage once again. When he’s balls deep inside you, he often does the same thing, imprisoning your hands in between his while pounding hard and fast into your tiny pussy. He laughs at your pathetic attempts in trying to free your hands. 

During spider society meetings he’ll keep one hand secured tightly around your waist, squeezing your hip every now and then. 

He’s the kind of person who likes to have eye contact while talking, he’ll hook one finger under your chin and tilt your head up, making sure you look at him properly while he speaks, of course, he knows how flustered this makes you and he enjoys every second of it. “Look at me while I speak, babe.” 

While he’s practicing a new song on his guitar, he likes to have you sit on his lap, sometimes even letting you play, his voice low and raspy against your ear, while his veiny hands guide you to the right string. This usually ends with him thrusting his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt.

I love hobie brown. I wish british people were real..

earth-42!miles and a sunshine gf... i have thoughts <3

her randomly pointing at a dog across the street all "babe look!! a puppy!!" and him going "yeah, mami i see it. 's real cute" and just looking at her big ass smile as she watches this random dog chase its tail

her peppering his face in kisses as he tries to do something and he just laughs all "amor, i'm busy" and him kissing the pout off her face with a "mami, we can kiss all you want when i'm done, okay?"

him introducing her to aaron and rio!!! rio absolutely loving her and pointedly telling miles, off to the side, that she's a very nice girl and that he better not mess up.

him trying so so hard to keep the prowler thing a secret but when she inevitably finds out, she's pouting and asking "are you one of the bad guys?" and he just can't stand to see the sad look on her face and he quickly resolves that fighting crime is much better than committing them, yk, and he promises that he's one of the good guys and gently kisses her hands in an apology. her holding out her pinky between them with a quiet "promise me, miles" and he laughs and hooks his pinky with hers, replying, "i promise, mami"

— besos

pairing: e-1610!miles x fem!reader

a/n: this is my gif! it took so long to find this clip + make it into a gif so pls give credit if you use it lol

summary: your makeup leaves kiss imprints all over miles’ face and neck, which you quickly have to figure out how to hide from his mother. wc: 1,033

contains: fluff, teenage romance

word bank: “besos” - kisses, “enamorado” - lover boy, “mijo” - son, “dios mio” - my god

“Hold still…”

Your soft lips pressed testimonies of your love upon the surface of Miles’ smooth skin, your giggles of excitement muffled as you kissed his temple, the apple of his cheek, the tip of his nose, the corner of his lips— anywhere you could easily reach, really.

Steady hands cradled the dip of your back to keep you in your straddled position on his lap, gentle fingers ghosting over the fold of your waistband and one of his eyes pinched closed in preparation for more of your frenzied affection.

“Jeez, you love me love me, huh?” he laughed, his answer presented to him in the way your kisses began to trail along his jaw, then started further down the column of his neck, his pulse gently thrumming against your gloss-tinted lips as the pace of his heart quickened.

His tongue quickly swiped at his chapped lips and he allowed his eyes to fall closed with a light sigh, enjoying himself for just a moment, until the distant sound of pots clinking brought him back to where he really was, in his room, with his mother just a few paces outside, resulting in a gentle warning pat against the curve of your hip.

“Alright, alright, chill.” he chuckled breathily, slowly pulling away from you to lean back on his hands and take you in, drinking in the image of how cute you looked on his lap like this.

He didn’t need a mirror to see what his face looked like, the slightly shocked expression on yours as you covered your laugh with a hand was enough for him to go off of.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?”

You opened your mouth to speak, to tell him it wasn’t, to tell him that his face wasn’t lavished in the remnants of your brown lip gloss and liner— but you couldn’t. He was covered in them, prints of your lips garnished all over his handsome features. Your lips split apart and came back together like a fish out of water, so you simply settled for another stifled snicker and a head nod instead.

“You do know if my mom sees this on my face it’s our asses, right?” he reminded you, and as if on cue, you heard his mother’s voice project from outside, your spine standing straight, just like the hairs on the back of your neck.

“Mijo, food is ready, come eat!”

Stunned eyes locked onto Miles’ for a beat, just to see if they were as wide as yours, or if they held just as much panic— and they did. Without a word spoken you scrambled off his lap faster than you’d even gotten there in the first place, his mirroring of your movements almost causing him to tumble off the bed. The room was thrust into a discord of silenced chaos for a few panicked seconds, your body spinning in two aimless half-circles with disoriented, wafting hands; as if the ridiculous looking movement could actually assist your anxiety frazzled brain in coming up with a plan.

Miles ruffled his sheets, hands frantically splaying around to find anything that would be useful in this moment until a shirt came into your view— a hurried, whisper-shout of his name tearing from your throat to get his attention. You swiftly kicked it up from the floor with your foot, flinging it towards his face and watching as his hand shot out in front of him to catch it not even a second after you’d punted it.

The graphic t-shirt you’d found managed to scrub his face clean of the incriminating evidence, not that you had much time to check the success rate of that as you were rushed out of the room hastily, your boyfriend’s hands plastered against the lower-middle of your back to usher you out the room in large steps, your feet having to shuffle to keep up.

“Dios mio, mile—!“ his mother’s voice fell short when the two of you chaotically stumbled your way into the kitchen, your lips tucked into themselves as you stood at attention, hands politely clasped behind you, while Miles was off to the side, shoulder leaned against the adjacent wall, legs crossed and hands on his hips. Totally not suspicious.

“Oh,” she blinked, giving the two of you a quick once over. The first thing she noticed was her son’s unusual demeanor, his eyes big and brows raised high, an expression he only wore when he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to be. But what really gave it away was the strange distance of a few feet wedged between the both of you. Just over an hour ago you guys had embraced one another in a long hug after he’d opened the door to let you in—right in front of her— and now, you were suddenly acting as if you were scared to even be near each other, like you were nervous to breathe the same air in her presence.

“Mm,” she turned back towards the stove to turn the rice over in the pot, allowing the both of you to exhale a trembled breath of relief, one you realized came prematurely merely milliseconds after it left your lungs. “I think you may have missed one, enamorado.” (lover boy)

Eyes almost blowing from your skull, you swallowed hard and reluctantly shifted your head up towards your boyfriend, who was frozen in place, your gaze dropping down to the slightly smeared gloss and lip liner against the skin of his neck; a painfully visible reminder of your previous tryst.

The knowing smirk that pulled at the corner of his mother’s lips went overlooked, just as Miles let his chin fall to his chest, his arm folding over his torso and his opposite hand slapping over his abashed expression, a defeated sigh sounding from behind it.

“I’ll help you with the plates, mama rio.” you voiced your offer quietly and cleared your throat as you went to slip in beside her, which she obliged to with a light chuckle.

“Sure, sweetie.”

“I’m-“ Miles sighed, scratching the back of his neck timorously and scanning the area for an escape before a tentative finger pointed into the dining room. “I’m gonna go over there.” He decided with a swooped nod, long legs carrying him from a scolding he knew he would have to come back to once you were gone.

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little bit of self-indulgence but may i request college au! miguel (you can make him a professor, fellow student up to you) tutoring reader with a bit of suggestive content ;)

☆ﾟ°˖ 𝐍𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 (𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚) ⋮ heavily suggestive (borderline smut). professor + student relationship. not completely proofread. ⎯ miguel cannot keep his hands off his favorite student

professor miguel had a major soft spot for you. yes, a very unethical practice as he was your superior, but he couldn’t help himself. your sickly soothing voice calling him ‘sir’ or even ‘mr. o’hara’ would play in the back of his mind while he prepped for his next lab. the permanent eye contact he would hold with you during his long lectures left him flustered throughout the whole day. he would even give small compliments here and there about your work— a rare thing anybody could ever receive.

he even personally recommended you to the most prestigious internship in alchemax (as a previous senior engineer that worked for the company itself, call it nepotism). boasting about your skills and intellect with lustrous eyes until he catches himself mid sentence. putting aside his thought process, miguel chugged down his hot coffee and held it in— even if it did burn the entirety of his mouth cavity. he spat it out in the nearest bathroom afterwards.

he cannot feel like this, especially for his student.

but when you graced your presence in his empty office, asking sweetly for tutoring lessons over the summer— he immediately gave in.

now he found himself looming over your smaller frame, gazing down at your hands, fiddling with the steel pen he personally gifted to you when you were accepted into the internship (though he never told you how you even got in). the air felt off without other students bustling in and out of his lab, occupying the other seats as they asked their professor’s personal insight. it was just you and him, alone.

“something wrong?” miguel, usually stern with his voice, softly asks you when he notices the furrow in your brows.

upon his concern, the conflicted look on your face melted into a cheeky smile. miguel couldn’t help but feel relieved that he didn’t upset you when he was carefully dissecting the notes and research you asked help on. but what surprised him was your next statement.

“we’re finally alone, it’s weird to think that, right?”

if he was drinking coffee right now, he would’ve spat it out from utter shock. there were thoughts, very inappropriate thoughts that crossed his mind when he thought about this predicament. yes you’re right, nobody else was here, not even his coworkers that would rudely interrupt him when he graded assignments (ahem peter) can catch the both of you.

“yeah… you’re right.”

he left it at that, but his eyes fell down to your mouth— the pretty gloss adorning your lips left miguel thinking about your body being propped between his legs, the fly of his slacks down as the softness of your hands tracing around his exposed skin.

“mr. o’ hara, are you okay?” you leaned closer to miguel with fluttering lashes, tilting your head to the side with a small smile.

your feigned innocence drove him crazy, to the point he was clawing at the arms of his chair. he was completely restrained, bound by his title, bound by his position— it was slipping away from his grasp and into your pretty hands. shit, all this self-discipline and you weren’t even touching him.

at the end, miguel really couldn’t help himself.

“fuck– i can’t— please come here.” miguel initially planned for a more intimate tone, but he was completely desperate.

immediately, you stood from your seat and walked over to his side of the desk that created a barrier between the two of you for the last three hours. before you had the chance to situate yourself between his legs, his rough hands met you halfway as he held your waist— pressing you down abruptly onto the cold surface that elicited a sharp screech from one of the legs of his desk. with your face and chest pinned down, miguel had a perfect display of your frame.

you felt a warm press against your ass, his death grip guiding your hips onto his erection while he let out a strangled groan from the contact. you began to take control of your own hips, grinding down onto his hardness as miguel slowly came more and more undone. beads of sweat dripped onto the notes splayed across the desk, accompanied with his deep-throated groans that he failed to suppress in his throat.

suddenly, his weight came crashing down onto you, but his hips still sputtered against you. miguel was burning; his skin heated with lust and his sweaty palms continued to grope and pinch and squeeze and take and take all of you in his touch.

“please sir…” you whimpered out, looking into his intense gaze with anticipation.

miguel’s breath fanned your cheeks as he threaded a comforting hand through your hair, then immediately, he gripped your scalp tightly that left your vision blurry with tears. his other hand sneakily reaches between the plushness of your thighs, dragging sharp nails along your untainted skin.

“miguel…” he mumbled with a heavy pant, the buckle of his belt clanking against the floor as his ironed pressed slacks pooled around his ankles. “call me miguel for tonight.”

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I’m sorry but Miguel is a clingy ass bitch like you think his trauma from losing his family TWICE won’t make him clingy? I’m talking about monitoring your every move to the point it’s almost creepy

miguel o’hara thots

miguel loves watching you fall apart on his dick. you’re face down ass up, mewling and whimpering as he bullies your tight cunt with his thick hard length. you have a death grip on one of your stuffed animals as you laid there with tears rolling down your flustered cheeks and took the brutal pace he gave you. trying to match miguel’s thrusts are almost impossible as he always finds a way to one up you whenever he sees fit, not that you were complaining as having a pleasurably sore pussy wasn’t so bad.

you’ve came multiple times prior which left a creamy ring on the base of his length and a damp puddle on top of the covers. you were overstimulated to the point the pleasure was slightly painful. “m-miggy…s’too much…”you pleaded in between pleasurable sobs only to be met with no answer besides grunts that made your swollen clit throb. you took a free hand to reach behind and push his stomach as a weak attempt to get him to slow down just for him to effortlessly hold your arm behind your back and take his other hand to lay a few heavy spanks on your plush ass gaining positive yelps from you.

“deja de lloriquear como un bebé, puedes soportarlo... siempre lo haces.” he coos in your ear, nipping it gently with his sharp teeth knowing how much you love that. “you’re my big girl, make me proud and cum one more time..”

you already know one more time will mean three more times after that but nevertheless, you love being his good girl and cum as many times as he asks you to.

Presenting everyone’s favorite athletic trainer Iwa-chan, here to assist the players and coaches and to make sure everyone is safe!! 

Can we go back to 2020 peak hq fandom age?

going home sick :(

dads doing their best 🤧

hii can i ask for prompt 2 with bakugo for the drabble event? sfw pls !! thank u :)

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆

ও rating. sfw

ও prompt. “can I kiss you?” | wc. 500+

cw/ tw. friends to lovers, fluff

ও featuring. Bakugou x Fem!Reader

ও an. oh my gosh, I was so excited to see someone requested something for my favorite blasty boy:3 there was going to be angst, but I just miss him so there's nothing but some good ol' strangers to lovers vibes| tee's drabble event

The new girl running the front desk at the gym is going to be a problem.

It starts with her smiling too brightly as he walks in one morning, all teeth and that little twinkle in her eye that feels like trouble when she scans his membership card.

“Good morning, Mr. Dynamight.” 

“It’s just Bakugou,” he tells you as he takes his card off the counter. 

The following day, it’s the same, except Denki is there to make it worse.

He nudges Bakugou with his elbow. “She’s kinda pretty, huh?”

“Shut up,” he grumbles. “She’ll hear you, idiot.”

Whatever, he’s not blind, but he doesn’t have the time—even if she smiles at him like that and how he’ll think about it later: on missions, at his desk, during conference calls. See, a distraction in the disguise of a gym uniform polo and khaki pants.

Honestly, it’s that she—

(You try to make small talk with him every morning, and Bakugou is starting to think it’s just for him because on the days he doesn’t come alone, you merely scan his card and go back to reading the open book on the desk.)

That she almost—

(He bumps into you at the supermarket and makes a dumb joke about carrots that makes you laugh. He's a little tongue-tied and awkward afterward because he wants to hear it again. Instead, he tosses daikon in his basket and walks away.)

It’s nothing—

(Bakugou doesn’t know what he’s doing the first time he invites you on a night out to meet his friends. He’s dated and had hook-ups before, but this isn’t like that. His palms are sweaty, more than usual, and no amount of wiping them on the thighs of his jeans keeps them dry. Then you walk into the bar in a maroon dress, and he wishes he wasn’t introducing you as his friend.)

But she—

(You start sending him texts in the morning. Never an actual good morning text, but of: the dogs you take on walks, the sunrise, the new flower box in your window. Somehow, it’s better.)

She really is—

(His house feels too hot, and he’s not even paying attention to the movie because you're so close; your leg drapes over his under the blanket, fingers fisting into his sweater at his stomach. 

It feels monumental—something more than the gentle touch to his elbow while squeezing by each other in the entryway earlier. 

He must be staring because you glance up at him, smiling, and the sound from the TV turns into white noise in the background.

“Can I…Fuck,” Bakugou sighs over how pathetically he’s messing this up. “Can I kiss you?”

When your lips press against his, it feels like falling and flying.)

“I knew you’d be trouble,” he tells you one day, glaring at the asshole further down the bar who didn't know how to keep his hands to himself.

“Oh, yeah?” you giggle, leaning into his side.

“Yeah,” the corners of his mouth quirk, though he hides it when he presses a kiss against your temple. “A real pain in my ass.”

I think about them a normal amount

shinsou <3

hihi everyone, i'll cut to the chase here, i'll be putting god's favourite (mha shinsou hitoshi smau) ON HOLD for the time being.

i'm so sorry to everyone who's been excited and patient with me these past few months as i update like a sloth. truth be told... i honestly don't like it as much as i think i should be... the story isn't as exciting as i hoped and i just don't love where it's going rn. i do think i can do much better with this and i will return to it after some major revamps. i think it would definitely help the speed of it as well as you guys' enjoyment if i myself enjoyed making it. which is why it's going on a break for now. especially since i'm dealing with my final year in school, it's been too draining for me to be creative like i was during fbi open up (which i made during the holidays). the uploaded parts will still be there and i won't be taking anything down for now, so you can still access it if you like! feel free to ask to be removed from the taglist, or alternatively to be added to it so you’ll know when it’s back!

tldr; its basic and i don't like it, so i'm making changes to it and coming back stronger. once again i apologise for this :( i understand if you don't wish to wait for it, or if you don't want to follow along on my blog anymore :') i personally dislike it as well when authors pull this shit, but i do think it's important for me to be satisfied with what i put out. we live and we learn i guess. thanks a bunch for everyone's support, and i'm sorry once again for any disappointment. love y'all.

<3

p.s. in the mean time, there are other great smaus out there! here's a few i enjoy:

rightfully yours smau [shinsou hitoshi x reader] by offbrandkyoya

cute as hell. collection [bakugou x fem pro hero reader] by sweetnsour1

"nerd (affectionately)" smau [bakugou katsuki x gn!reader] by oniku-niku

you suck at gaming smau [shinsou hitoshi x fem!reader] by myherowritings

number neighbor smau [bakugou katsuki x fem!reader] by myherowritings

Rightfully Yours - shinsou hitoshi x reader smau

summary

you finally got a date with the man of your dreams but your best friend isn’t too happy about that and doesn’t like the lack of attention you’re giving him

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x gn!reader

genre: smau, crack, best friends to lovers, fluff, angst

warning: toxic relationship, miscommunication, swearing

status: finished!

taglist: open!

Date 1: Anti U.A.

Date 2: After School He Said

Date 3: Friday

Date 4: Levitating

Date 5: Being Single is better than going out with you/j

Date 6: Fever Dream

Date 7: Horror Night with a Pinch of Soba

Date 8: Bestest Friends

Date 9: Shinsou’s Type

Date 10: When they’re dumb

Date 11: Gross

Date 12: We Trust You

Date 13: Tell

Date 14: After School

Date 15: You before Him

Date 16: Sabotage

Date 17: Manifest Harder

Date 18: Looking Out for You

Date 19: Who to forgive

Date 20: Trust

Date 21: Without your love I can’t live on

Date 22: May the Best Man Win

Date 23: Mine

Date 24: Nervous

Date 25: Todoroki’s Gay

Date 26: Overwhelmed

Date 27: Not your Boyfriend

Date 28: The Origins of Toshi

Date 29: Love is Full of Surprises

Date 30: Overreacting

Date 31: Forever Mine

Date 32: I’ll Be Waiting

Date 33: Always

Date 34: You

Date 35: Holy Shit

Date 36: Sorry

Date 37: Scooby Doo

Date 38: Note

Date 39: Love is an interesting emotion

Date 40: Anything For You

Date 41: Maniac

Date 42: Only Them

Date 43: Can you wait?

Date 44: Awkward

Date 45: Do You…?

Date 46: Kiss is a Kiss

Date 47: Listening to my Heart

Date 48: Date

Date 49: WHAT THE FUCK

Date 50: Deserved

Date 51: It’s over

Last Date: First Date