SONG OF THE CHAPTER:
DYNASTY: MIIA
COMMENT AND VOTE LY
I APOLOGISE IN ADVANCE (you'll see)
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MILES POV:
"Be your girl?" she question, as my eyes narrow, as I hold her closer. "Yeah. Be mine to fuck, mine to please, mine to spoil" I murmur, as she kisses my lips.
"You still gonna fuck those other girls?" She questions as I pull her closer. "Didn't you hear me Adeline?I'm yours"
Adeline clings to my chest as I pick her up, playing with her hair as I let her lay on my chest.
She begins to hold onto me, her body is weak, and he legs continuously shake. I push my chain back, so it doesn't imprint on her face, as her chest rises up and down.
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ADELINE POV:
It had been a few weeks since Miles had asked me out, he had spoiled me, he took me out every Friday night.
The Prowler had stopped being so active, cases had died down, and reports that once had littered the news were slowly disappearing, with many people hoping his reign over Brooklyn had ended, with many conspiracy theories believing he had died.
He looked after me, even if he was drunker than me, higher than me, his main priority was making sure I was safe.
He curled around me in the bed now, I was laid against his chest as he held me close to him, his breath steady as he had his armed wrapped around my waist, pulling me against him from the side.
He begins to awake, as I feel his fingers begin to move up and down my stomach.
"Miles" I murmur, feeling him smirk against me, "Morning mami" he mutters, as he lets me turn around to kiss him.
My room was littered in flowers, photos of him. His phone wallpaper was a photo of him picking me up and holding me, as the bouquet of flowers he had recently give me was in my hand, out of frame, and my lockscreen was a photo of us together when I put a face mask on hin, just before he had surprised me with a collection of Dior perfumes.
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ENVY: MILES MORALES 42
Fanfiction"I like girls like you. Girls who think they can act all independent and control themselves.. I like to play with girls like you " Miles retorts, his narrowed eyes meeting mine. "Why's that?" I question, staring back. "Because I like to use them"...