summary: miles is takin down ur braids
warnings: Grammarly hates me, the patriarchy, a dash of toxic masculinity, miles being a product of that grrah grah boom type masculinity, aave (no im not translating shit for you yall got access to urban dictionary and its not really a warning), i edited it myself so lmk if there are any mistakes
sueñito- little dream, bonito- handsome/ pretty boy, no me importa- i don't care/ it's not important to me
w/c: 1.5 k
reader's black coded cus im black so deal w it <3
i think this something every black boy be needin deep down
“Stop movin, ma”
“It’s knotty,”
“You had these in for how long?”
Silence.
“There's your answer right there, mama,”
“Sorry,”
“Nun to be sorry for, just hold still,”
Currently sitting on the bathroom floor criss-cross apple sauce, Miles was sitting on the toilet, your head between his knees, while he was taking down the frizzy lemonade braids that barely hugged your scalp anymore.
“Miles?”
He hums in response, rat tail comb in one hand, a tub of coconut oil in the other, threading the tail of the comb through the extensions down your back
“You’re the prettiest boy in all of Brooklyn,”
“Shut up”
“Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen,”
“Nuh-uh,”
“Fuck you mean ‘nuh uh’? The little freckles all over your cheeks? Cutest things I’ve ever seen, especially how they’re all slightly different shades, like lil polka dots all over your face, gives me a map a’ where to kiss. The little tiny dimple on the left side of your face? Adorable, 10/10, no notes. Also very kissable." He's still now, staring at the back of your head, using bundles strewn over his shoulder, mouth agape. “Them thick and long ass eyelashes? I could stare at ‘em all day, they look like teeny tiny butterfly wings when you rest your eyes.”
“Shut up,” he whispers, still unmoving, the little dab of coconut oil on his fingers slowly dribbling down his wrist
“Your mind pretty as hell, too, I like listening to what you have to hear when you let me,” you mumble, pressing tiny kisses into his cargo pant–clad kneecap.
“Stop doin that shit, ma”
“What?”
“Talkin all crazy like that,”
“I’m not talkin crazy, miles I’m being honest,”
“You makin me out to be some weak ass lil boy,”
“Miles.” you turn around abruptly, staring at him dead in the eye. “I’m jus being honest wit you. What's going on?”
“It’s nothin, ma, turn around”
“Sueñito. Lemme know what's up,”
“It’s nothin,”
You huff, turning around to face the bottom of the sink again. Silence bellows throughout the bathroom, Miles rubbing oil on your braids to detangle them to later drag the comb in once again and throw the discarded hair extension over his shoulder. The only sound between the two of you is the Marvin Gaye spinning on the record player, rooms away, dull basslines thrumming through the apartment.
“Ion like this,”
“What?”
“Whatever jus happened, we talk about what's bothering us,”
“Ain't nothin botherin me, ma,”
“Then why you start buggin' the second I get to complimenting you?”
“Cus ian wit all that girly shit,”
“Fuck you mean girly shit, I’m jus tryna love up on you Miles,” your nostrils flare as you stare ahead of you.
“Baby, I’m all for that but–”
“Miles, did someone tell you boys can't get that?”
A silence.
“Baby.”
“What?”
“Jus cus you a boy dont mean you don't deserve love,”
“Aint nobody say allat–”
“Shut up Ian done,” you say, swiftly turning around and snagging the oil and comb from his hand “jus cus you a boy doesn't mean you don't deserve to feel shit miles. Ion know what it was like wit your last girl, but Ian her. Okay? You allowed to be a person wimme, you know that right?”
“Ma–”
“Shut up I still ain't done yet. Miles I’m real, I’m right here. real like you, I promise you I’m not goin nowhere right now,”
“You done?”
“Yeah,”
“C’mere,” he motions to his lap, taking the comb and oil out of your hands and setting them on the tiled floor, laying out the discarded bundles.
“ ‘s oil all up on my hands”
“No me importa ma, come up on here,”
Obeying and wiping the excess coconut oil off your hand, you do. Straddling his lap, and looking into his eyes, examining the twinge of sadness in his eyes.
“Talk to me, mama,”
“I want you to know that you deserve love and that you’re allowed to feel some typa way. I want you to talk to me, Miles. I care about you so much and I wanna make sure you’re good. I love hearing you talk, but Ion like havin to beg you to talk to me. I love jus bein in your presence, but I hate feelin like that Miles. I don’t know who told you whatever's going through your head right now but they dead wrong. I wanna know how you be feelin, I wanna know.”
“Why you even talk like this to me?”
“Cus I’m your girl, n I like to kiss up on you and love all up on you,”
At this, he averts his eyes, trying to escape your gaze, his breath audibly speeding up.
“Mm mm, don't do that Miles. Please breathe,”
You plead, subconsciously pressing your middle three fingers under his jaw trying to measure his heart rate. Almost as a reflex to hide from you, he shrugs your hand away from under his jaw and pulls his hoodie over his mouth.
“Nah nah, don't hide from me neither,”
“Ain’t nobody hidin from you,”
“Jus cus you a boy don’t mean you don't deserve them random ass cuddles, or someone to tie up your durag or wash your hair. It don’t mean you shouldn't get flowers or hugs or them lil hickies behind your ear. Don't mean you not allowed to be sad or mad or wanna cry. Now Ion know who told you or made you feel that way but they dead wrong Miles. You allowed to feel with me,”
“Ian some lil boy runnin around though, that shit ain't for me,”
“If you wasn't supposed to feel and acknowledge your feelings, why would you be able to feel them? They there for a reason,”
Still straddled on his lap, he looks up at you with the tiny leverage you have on him. His eyes are big and doe-like, almost as if he’s scared to make this next step, say this next sentence.”
“Ion know why,” he mumbles, voice soft and scared. suddenly he’s kissin up on you, gripping anything he can get his hands on, like he’s making up for lost time, lost feelings. It's urgent and a little rough, though his lips are soft and velvety, a twinge of menthol chapstick on them.
“Yo yo yo, slow down. Ian goin nowhere” you whisper into his mouth, nails gently raking across his neck “ ‘m right here Miles, see?” you ask, guiding his hands to feel on the left side of your chest, right above your heart. “ ‘s my heart under there, I'm right here okay? I’m real, Miles I swear,”
“You’re real?” he whispers, breath shaky and uneven fisting the thin fabric of your camisole under the evergreen zip-up, in an attempt to feel more of your heart.
“You allowed to feel your feelings the same way you feel my heart,”
He still looks astonished, scared, and frozen. suddenly it wasn’t him you were talking to anymore. it was the scared little Brooklyn boy who had all these feelings stored away inside him, unsure of what to do or who to show them to.
“ ‘m sitting right here miles. I’m your girl, okay? This is real, and you are real,”
“I’m real?” tears begin to swim in his eyes.
“You’re real miles. and those feelings in that big heart of yours? Those are real too. And if you let me, I wanna hear all of 'em.”
His body stills once more against you, a small tear gliding down his cheek.
“I love you,”
And then he’s sobbing.
“Sshh, hey it's okay” you whisper, holding him close to your chest. “I love you so much I can’t hardly breathe when I'm around you. It’s okay and you're okay, Miles. I’m real and this is real and you. You are real.” you mumble into his braids, holding him with the protectiveness of a mother with a small child.
He just sat there, his head buried in your chest as he cried quietly, letting everything out. You just sat and let him cry and vent through his tears. All the things he had bottled up, discouraged to show to anyone. Sooner or later the tears slow to a stop, his face puffy and hot.
Gently tugging the ends of his braids, he looks up at you.
“You feel better sueñito?” you ask, dragging the cuff of your sweater to dry his face and pressing butterfly kisses to his cheeks in its wake. He did nothing but nod lazily, seemingly lighter, and nuzzling his face into your chest.
“Lemme finish wiping up your face n then you can be all up on me, bonito, okay?
He just nodded, dropping his head back to rest against the bathroom wall, the half-taken-out braids on your scalp no longer th task at hand. Reaching behind him you grab a baby wipe and swipe the tears and snot off his face, leaving his skin with a glossy finish. Holding his chin up, you look dead in his eyes.
“You so beautiful Miles.”
And this time, he nods.
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SOBBING 😭😭 THIS HAPPENED I WAS THERE
THINKING ABOUT…
42! Miles having to learn to drive from Uncle Aaron in their free time because Rio is too busy to teach him and he can’t learn any other way…
“If I say stop, you stop. understood?” Aaron reiterated for the fifth time. Miles nodded with a roll of his eyes, trying his best to not show how eager (and nervous) he was to be behind the wheel.
“Aight you’re goin’ to SLOWLY pull up here and make a right turn, S L O W L Y” Aaron said, checking for the seventh time to make sure he was buckled in.
Miles smiled, lightly pressing the gas to move the car forward.
He followed the correct protocols, making sure to stop at the stop sign, turn his signal on, look for cars, then swiftly (not so smoothly) turned his wheel to make the right turn. However instead of pressing the break to ease into the turn, he accidentally hit the gas making the car fly around the corner.
Aaron grabbed the handle above him, exasperatedly using his other hand to hold onto the dash in front of him. “STOP.” Miles winced, hitting the break harshly causing the car to jolt. They both rocked forward, the air falling into small awkward silence.
Aaron turned to miles aggressively, staring at him with a look of bewilderment “DAMN NIGGA I SAID SLOW.”
©axeoverblade
This has been on my mind non stop 😭🫶
Uncle Aaron and Miles:
THIS IS 42 MILES W BILLIE AND YOU CANNOT TELL ME OTHERWISE
@moodysunflowerbaby
Haha… Excuse me? Pardon me?
Yall im sick—
i love this
filterless Hobie actually looks like a teen i love it for him
oh god…
I was about to follow this artist that has this bomb ass artstyle
and then
Miguel x miles
Jinx x Silco
Ekko x Jayce
I’m so tired.
GRRR ALL I NEED
makeout wit 1610 miles where ur like on his lap n he has his hands on ur ass pullin u closer cuz he luvs u sm 🙁
— Lost Cause
pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ 1610!miles morales x reader
summary ⁺˚⋆。°✩₊ sometimes you and miles couldn’t get enough of each other.
warnings ✧˖ ° making out, heavy petting, suggestive.
m. list, main m. list.
translations ✧࿓☾ bebé: baby, hermosa: gorgeous, bonito: handsome/or pretty boy.
a/n . . ◟੭ hey, sweet anon! i liked writing this, i love miles. i hope you enjoy!
miles had gotten back from another day as the amazing spiderman and kicking some bad guy’s ass. you couldn’t help yourself, not when he looked so good with that goddamn suit on hugging his body in all places specially the right ones.
“bebé, calm… calm down.” he said in between kisses.
you were pushing him towards the bed, his mask half way pulled up. when you sat him down on it, you put one leg on either side of him, straddling his lap.
“i can’t, you look so good.” you stopped kissing him just to say that then went back in for more, your tongue coming into his mouth to explore the sweet and wonderful cavern.
“you too, hermosa.” miles said after having pulled away for air, in the process taking his mask off entirely.
his lips came in contact with your neck, leaving kisses all over it and occasionally stopping to suck on some random places. his hands made their way to your ass, squeezing it and guiding you to move on top of him.
you complied and moved your hips against his, gasping at the contact while he did the same thing against your neck, biting down on it softly before going back to your lips.
he kissed you harder this time, his hands on your ass pulling you even closer to him and even then you both wanted to be closer to each other. become one with each other.
“i love you so much, bonito.” you said breathless as you pushed him until he was laying down.
“and i love you too, bebé.”
your lips connected in another kiss.
taglist: @anikaluv
ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ reblogs are really appreciated!
I NEED HIM‼️‼️
HELP HEP HELP HELLO????
I’ll scream sob cry get down on all fours like Miguel chasing Miles I will do anything to prevent this.
Yall im sick—
YUHHH THE FINISHED PRODUCT OF THE LIL HOBIE THING I DID THE OTHER DAY 😩🫶🏻
Height Difference.
hobie x short/ chubby fem! reader.
WARNINGS: light smut (nun too serious, a lil thigh kissing and marking, a lil chest kissing and marking) no use of y/n, and hobie being a lil ass🫶🏻, and reader is bi. good stuff is under the cut.
enjoyyyy<3
You walked around the show hall, calling softly.
“Hobie?”
You couldn't see him anywhere. That is, until you heard a distant, "Yes?!" He seemed annoyed.
You looked up to see him sitting on top of a large speaker high up on the wall. "What do you want?"
Your eyes widened as you looked up at him before putting your focus on a stray seam in your skirt and picking at it.
“Uhm… You okay?”
He sighed.
“I’m fine. I just had to get some space. That's all." He glanced down at you. "Why are you calling for me?"
“You were just not with everyone else.”
You finally got the seam out. “Also, do I look okay?” You gesture to your outfit, which consisted of an old cropped band tee that hugged your breasts nicely, a red and black plaid skirt, a denim sleeveless vest, a studded belt around your waist, and black hightop platform heels.
"You look fine," Hobie said nonchalantly. He tilted his head back against the wall.
"Why do you care about how you look anyways?"
“Cus… It’s my first show with you guys. You lot have done this before. I haven’t. I wanna look decent, at the very least.”
You play with a coil of your hair anxiously.
"Don't fret it too much," Hobie said, "If you look too good, the girls might go crazy for you."
He smirked.
“Wouldn’t want that, would you?”
You roll your eyes and mutter.
“The guys don’t go crazy for me, I wouldn’t mind having a lil girl on girl action with another female. At least it’s something.”
"...You're Bi?"
Hobie seemed surprised by this answer.
“Yea.”
Hobie thought for a moment.
"You know, I'm bi too." Hobie looked at you, seeming to ponder.
"If you're looking for something..." He looked to the crowd, where they were setting up the equipment.
"Want to come up here and, y'know..."
You raised an eyebrow and smirked.
“Come up there and what?”
"And... you know..." Hobie leaned forward, looking right at you.
"You and me... alone together."
He smirked back, eyes piercing though you. You rolled your eyes and tried to climb up with a huff. But you were short, and had tiny legs.
Hobie looked at you with pure amusement.
"Aww, you poor thing. What, can't reach me up here?" He scooted forward, getting closer to you. His face now closer to yours.
You scowled at him and pouted. “Not everyone can be frost giants like you, Hobie.”
He got closer, now sitting on the edge of the speaker and looking down at you.
"I'll make an exception for you, you tiny thing." He smirked, putting a hand out for you to take.
You take his hand, a small pout still on your plump lips. Hobie lifted you over his shoulder with ease, getting a nice view as he put you down beside him on the speaker. He smirked.
"See? Even frost giants make exceptions." In a smooth motion, he reached his arm around you and pulled you in close.
"We could hang out here for a while..."
You roll your eyes, your cheeks flushing lightly. “What are you smirking about?”
"Hm? What, you want me to say it?" Hobie smirked.
He pulled you back tighter around him, your head now resting against his chest. "I thought you were all tough, but look at you now."
“How am I supposed to be tough though? I’m short, and chubby. Not much toughness to have.”
"Hey, you might be cute and short, but I wouldn't say you're chubby. You're perfectly thick."
Hobie put his head back against the wall, wrapping the other arm around you to hold you more firmly.
He sighed, "God, why is this so comfy?"
You smile and lean into his chest a bit more, bringing your hand to the one that was wrapped around you and lacing your fingers with his.
Hobie's face turned pink as he blushed a bit, not expecting you to have put your hand on his.
He stayed silent for a moment, letting you lean in.
"Hey..." He said quietly.
“Hmm.”
You held your hand that was holding his up, noticing the difference in size. You turned his palm towards you and placed your palm on his, looking at the different lengths of your fingers.
His palm was about twice the size of yours, his fingers being longer than yours.
He stared down to see what you were doing, and chuckled when he noticed.
"You like the difference in our sizes?" A smirk curled up on his face.
“ ‘S not funny. Makes me feel tiny. But also… Safe, at the same time.”
You had a slight pout on your lips as you took one of your fingers and traced along the lines of his palm. “You’re so much bigger than me, you know? You could probably do whatever you wanted.”
His blush got more noticeable as what you were saying hit in. He gulped.
"I... You know I like being in control," He looked at you with a smirk, "But I wouldn't do 'whatever'.
"After all, I have a thing for... tiny little things."
You looked up at him, giving him doe eyes as the color of your irises and the brown of his clashed.
“Yea? Well… If you wouldn’t do ‘whatever’, what would you do?”
His face got more and more pink, his tone getting quieter and quieter. "I uh... I... Well... You know..." He said, his voice being a whisper at this point.
Hobie looked at you and swallowed one last time.
"I'd rather not say..."
“Cmon.”
You smirked, your heavy gaze traveling to his lips for just a split second.
“Tell me. Use your words, Hobie.”
He looked at you and sighed.
"Well... I... You're so cute... I'd want to..." He swallowed.
He looked at you and raised a single eyebrow as he stared down at you. "I want to make out with you..." His cheeks were bright red at this point.
You smirk, your cheeks flushed as you turn around, still sitting in between his legs. “You do?”
He smirked, his gaze being right down at your lips.
Hobie nodded, still with that smug look on his face. "I want to make out with you, so, so bad..."
You sat down, your lips slightly parted, and your already thick thighs squishing together with the movement, making your skirt ride up, exposing the soft, plush skin of your thighs.
“I want the same.” You were breathless, and spoke quietly.
Hobie looked down at you, noticing your skirt and looking back up at you. He smirked.
"Oh, do you?~ Then we'll make it that way..." Hobie leaned in close, wrapping both of his arms around you.
"You are so... soft..." His free hand came down and began to caress your thick thighs.
You flushed and looked at his lap for a second.“Can I- Ahem. Can I sit? I-in your lap?”
"You want..." He had a devious smirk on his face. "...To sit on my lap?"
Hobie chuckled, looking down at you with a mischievous grin. "Don't blame me if I can't control myself, alright?~"
You nodded and climbed into his lap, straddling him. You tried your best to keep your weight off of him as much as possible, feeling too heavy.
"Hey, don't worry." He said softly, caressing your thighs again. "I like my girls a little thick anyways."
"I'm enjoying this." He said, his voice being low. Hobie smirked, still caressing your thighs.
I placed my hands on his chest, drawing small circles on his pectoral muscles through his shirt.
“ ‘M not too heavy, right?” You kept your eyes averted, embarrassed that you might be hurting him.
Hobie chuckled, "You're adorable. No you're not too heavy. In fact... I like this."
Hobie kept touching your thighs, his hands now moving to your hair and gently stroking it.
"I can tell you're nervous. Why?~"
“Cus… I’m bigger than most girls. I don’t wanna be doing something with you and end up like… hurting you.”
You kept your eyes on the speaker below you as you spoke. “That’s always been a fear of mine. It’s why I’ve barely done anything. I had a boyfriend once, he asked me to uhm… R-ride him, but then told me I was too heavy.”
He smirked and kissed one of your ears.
"Well, you don't have to worry about me... In all honesty... I'm really enjoying this."
He placed both of his hands on your legs, lightly sliding them back and forth. "I mean, just look at those legs... They're gorgeous."
Hobie's voice was almost a whisper as he spoke. "I could eat them up..."
“R-really?”
Your face was flushed, and your pink lips slightly parted and sparkly from your lipgloss.
He smirked and nodded. "Oh yeah..."
Hobie looked up at your lips and his smirk grew. "And I've got my eye on something else..."
He looked back down at your thighs as he squeezed them."Y'know, I'm getting thirsty..."
Once again his tone was in a whisper.
“Then get a drink.”
Your lashes brushed your cheeks as your eyes went half lidded, gaze glued onto his hands that stayed on your thighs.
Hobie glanced up and saw your half-lidded, lustful eyes. He chuckled and said, "That's not the thirst I'm talking about, sweetheart..."
He squeezed your thighs and turned his head, kissing one of your legs. "God, those thighs look so succulent... Can I have a taste?"
You nodded your head, and bit your lip softly.
You felt Hobie's lips press against your thigh. They stayed there for a moment, and then, they began to slide... up and up and up... inching their way up. Your eyes widened and your breathing became heavier, your face a deep scarlet.
Hobie looked up to you, his eyes staring into yours. "You're liking this, aren't you, sweetheart?"
You whimper quietly, your nails digging into your palm as you nodded.
His tongue pushed out of his mouth, tasting your thick thigh as he pressed his lips against your skin once again. "God, you taste... amazing..."
He slid his tongue out again, making it slide even higher. "Don't be shy now, love, let me taste you all~"
“Mnh- H-Hobie~” His tongue continued to slowly slide up your thigh, eventually reaching your stomach.
He stayed there for a moment, staring at you as if asking for permission to continue. "Please, love... Let me...?"
You nodded and sighed happily. “G-go ahead.”
His tongue touched your stomach for a moment and you felt it wiggle a bit before retracting again. "That was nice.... but... I want more."
His tongue shot out once more, sliding slowly towards your chest. "May I..?"
“Yea.”
His tongue touched your chest for a moment before sliding up towards your neck, licking and tasting the skin. Hobie looked up at you as he licked.
He then slid his tongue down the side of your neck, his free hand now moving to grab the back of your head, holding you in place as he continued to lick.
You hum and tug on your shirt lightly. “You want it off, Hobie?”
Hobie didn't say anything, but instead slid his tongue up along your chin. You could feel it touch your bottom lip and he stayed there for a moment.
Hobie was blushing like crazy, unable to speak as he stared at your lips so close to his tongue.
You kissed him softly before lifting the shirt over your head, revealing your breasts in a light pink lingerie bra, with a small red ribbon in the center.
Hobie looked down at your breasts, his face still warm as he stared and his jaw dropped.
"Holy... they're nice..."
You giggle softly and blush. “Thank you.”
Hobie's face got even more red as his eyes darted back to your eyes. He was speechless, still holding your head in place as he stared right at you.
"They're..."
He cleared his throat.
"God, I'm drooling... Could I... Taste?"
You nod, a light blush settled on your cheeks, and you smiled softly. The rest of the world faded away, and Hobie brought his lips down to the soft skin of your chest, sucking and biting softly.
You bit back a noise at his touch, and he moved around your chest, leaving blooming hickeys in his wake. Bringing your hands to his shoulders, you let your head fall back, and he went to go pull the strap of your bra down.
“Oi! The bloody hell are the two of ya doin’?”
You jump at the sound of your bassist’s voice, and scrambled to pull your shirt back over your head, an embarrassed flush covering your face. Hobie, however, just sighed, annoyed at the interruption.
“What’s it look like I’m doin’, mate? You’re interrupting.”
He glared down at your bandmate, and yo buried your face in the crook of his neck.
“I have zero fucks to give. Get your asses down here, we have a sound check that needs to be done. And be quick about it, yeah?”
Hobie scoffed and pushed you off of him gently, climbing off the speaker and holding his arms out to help you down.
You both walk to the stage, holding each other’s pinkies, him looking smug, you looking highly mortified that the two of you were caught.
“I was probably too loud, I’m sorry, Hobie.”
“ ‘S okay, love.”
He leaned in, smirk deepening.
“I’ll just have to finish what I started later.”
ONG I WAS LIKE WAIT A MINUTE- IS THAT MY MAN? FREE MY MAN!
Exhibit A:
Exhibit B:
Now before you say anything, I balded him MYSELF to prove the point further: