#betermiles

[spiderluvr1610]

toxic miles who loves to play the victim will all his boyfriends.

he got his first bf, peter killed...and sure, he was hurt, but it wasn't really his fault...he told peter not too, but he didn't listen...

then, peter b. no matter what that bum says, miles had no idea that he was married. so when MJ confronted him, he ended it. the resulting divorce....peter brought that on himself. oh well. miles learned his lesson then: never fuck with a brokie, even if they have good dick...

miles moved on, ofc. johnathan was such a loser, almost worse than peter b, but he was a loser with money and he loved spending it on miles. and miles loved him for it. until he started being all controlling and creepy...then miles had to get rid of him. gross. sometimes johnathan calls him, talking about how miles is gonna regret using him like that, but he always blocks the number. what a fucking weirdo. and doesn't he know miles's dad is a cop? as if he can touch him.

but his newest bf, miguel, oh, he's got it all. he's sooo buff and manly and RICH...miles loves him. he's possessive, but miles likes when a man puts him in his place. as long as they pay for his shit he doesn't give a damn. and baby, mig pays for everythingg....he doesn't ever want to leave him. miguel is definitely The One. miles means it, honestly...

#flowerbite #flowerfang #betermiles #spotmiles

[wire-mutt]

unbidden

(On AO3)

Summary: Miles gets his first heat after Miguel successfully chases him down. Peter is helpless to do anything but watch.

Notes: Omegaverse Peter/Miles/Miguel noncon. POV starts off with Miles then switches to Peter.

18+ only, explicit, not sfw, etc.

"You don't belong here. You never did."

Before Miles can shove him off or even think of a retort, Miguel sinks his fangs and teeth into his neck, right over his scent glands. Pain and... something else mix into his voice as Miles cries out. It's easily the weirdest thing he's ever felt; it hurts, obviously it hurts, but it's-- almost comforting, somehow. Right. Like something he'd been waiting on his whole life.

To feel like that, in a moment like this... it's just the umpteenth thing to be concerned about right now.

"Let me go!" he tries to shout, though it comes out all wrong and breathless. He struggles against Miguel, but there's a tingling numbness radiating down his limbs. His fingers begin to slip, and soon he can't apply any pressure to his palms.

Miles has fought alphas, betas and omegas alike, and none of it has ever really made a difference to him. He'd like to think it's because he's tougher than whatever instincts that would have him cowering in the face of an angry alpha, but he knows, on some level, that it's just because he's never had a heat.

Right now, he finds himself hyperaware of the alpha pressed above him, pinning him down, kneeling between his legs, and for some reason the thought has something stirring in his loins, some kind of ache he's never felt before - clear arousal, but somewhere else. Deeper.

The divide between his mind and body is widening faster than his short life has led him to believe was even possible, and he's getting more and more dizzy as he continues to lie frozen. His heart is beating too quickly for him to see straight, and he feels his breathing quicken until his chest hurts, his muscles burning with the effort.

Miguel finally pulls his teeth out of Miles's neck, and the look of cold, utter resentment on his face sends Miles reeling, a fresh pain blooming in his heart as if in response to the last remnants of his ego. Miles could stand fighting with him physically, but that look, coupled with the painful throbbing of the fresh bite, feels like a devastating betrayal.

"It's over, Miles." The malice in his voice matches the venom in his eyes, and Miles flinches when he wipes his bloody mouth. "You've lost."

It can't be over. He-- he can't actually lose here, in this moment. Not now. His pulse is thundering so hard in his chest that he fears his ribs may crack, and his throat begins to close up as it dawns on him that, wow, this may be the end of the line. He fucked up.

"F-fuck you," Miles says in return. An admirable comeback, if he may say so himself. It's a wonder he even found the air for it.

Miguel just scoffs at his pitiful attempt to provoke him. He reaches under Miles with one hand, heaving him over his shoulder while clinging to the train with the other. From here, Miles can see Gwen and Peter, his friends, who did nothing to stop this.

"It's over," Miguel repeats into his watch. "Everyone back to HQ. I want sedatives prepped when we get there."

----------

Peter leaves Mayday with MJ to avoid any further distractions. Miles must be freaking out, and Peter wants to be there for the kid. Maybe with the sedatives, they'll be able to have a real conversation about this. Or, at least, maybe Peter can say his piece without Miles running off.

Whatever his 'piece' actually is, at this point. God, there's so much he wants to say. There's a lot to process. He has been so selfish. He doesn't think he's always done the right thing by Miles.

He's been stalling, pacing outside the medical wing for long enough. With one last sigh, Peter's shoulders slump, and he goes to find Miles's room. He knocks gently, pushes the heavy door open, entering the too-white room.

"Look," he starts before he even gets inside, "I know you don't want to see me right… now... but..."

He trails off, coming to a stop as the door swings shut behind him. It takes his brain an embarrassingly long time to process what he's seeing.

Miguel's eyes narrow at the interruption. "Get out of here, Parker."

Miguel is hunched over Miles, Miles himself lying in total stillness in the bed beyond being jostled by Miguel's thrusts. His suit is in shreds, revealing blood-crusted gashes and bruises. His eyes are wide and wet, making strained eye contact with Peter.

"Oh."

Betas may not have an instinctual response to it, but Peter still knows a heat when he smells one.

Well, this is... unfortunate.

At Peter's lingering, Miguel bares his fangs and growls. Peter finally comes to his senses, rolls his eyes.

"I'm not here to take your precious omega from you, Miguel. Calm down."

"Peter--" Miles stammers, pleading, then yelps as Miguel gives him a particularly brutal thrust or five, like he's trying to fuck the voice out of the kid, and... Jesus, it must just be a Pavlov thing, the sound of the bed creaking under their shared weight, the wet sounds of their coupling, but Peter is...

He shifts his weight. "Look, it's his first time! Just... lemme talk to him."

Miguel huffs, turning back to Miles and burying his face against his neck. Peter thinks that's all the permission he's going to get, so he approaches, rounds the side of the bed. Miguel's fangs are clamped onto Miles's neck, over a mating bite.

Peter draws in a sharp breath. He doesn't-- he doesn't know what to think about that. It's pretty fucked up, he supposes, that Miguel even thought he had that right. Heats happen, sex happens, but a bite is... That's a choice. Something he ripped away from Miles.

Well, just another thing to add to the catalog of things about Miguel that make him a little uncomfortable.

Peter slides into the chair next to the bed, scooting closer and finding Miles's hand, taking it into his own. Miles responds by squeezing, so whatever Miguel is drugging him with in that IV doesn't make him completely immobile. Peter flashes him a reassuring smile. This sucks, but as long as Miles can be relieved that one person is friendly during the process...

"Look, kid," he starts gently, and falters. They both do, when Miguel hits a particularly good spot, because the way Miles whines has Peter swallowing back his own reactive noises.

"Peter!" Miles cries, but it comes out a moan and fuck hearing Miles say his name like that... "P-please..."

"Hey, shhh, it's gonna be alright," he says, offering whatever comfort he can without outright lying, scooting his chair closer so he can lean in and rest his elbows against the bed.

"Help...!"

Peter winces. Usually omegas are so out of it they'll roll with any alpha, so for Miles to still be so distressed...

"You know I can't," he tells him regretfully.

Miguel makes a sound between a growl and a purr. "That's right. Nothing can keep you from me."

"Sorry, when did you become so possessive?" he wonders aloud, throwing a glare over Miles's head, though Miguel can't see it.

Miles makes a sharp sound as if responding to Peter, and Miguel quickly presses their lips together to silence him. Peter can only stare as Miguel forces his tongue into Miles's complaining mouth. Still, the pain and distress all over Miles's face as his mind struggles to stop his body from completely succumbing to the urge makes Peter's stomach twist itself into knots.

Miguel finds Peter's eyes when he breaks the kiss. His expression is venomous, filled with nothing but jealous contempt as he fucks into Miles. He's proving a point. Any anger Peter could dredge up is suddenly snuffed out, something a lot more uncomfortable budding in its place. A-- oh, a spark of heat.

"Peter...!" Miles begs, head rolling towards him, pushing weakly at Miguel. Miguel holds him down with both hands on his shoulders.

"Miles, you need to relax," Peter says patiently. "For everyone's sake, okay?"

God, he feels like a total tool. It's like Miguel has forced his cock so far up Miles's pussy and into his brain that it's affecting Peter, too. And he just-- Peter is such a shitty mentor for getting turned on at a time like this.

Miles's desperate, terrified sounds have the effect of the most tragic porn Peter's ever had the displeasure to watch, but neither Peter nor his cock show it, and they certainly don't seem to register the trauma Miles must be going through, the emotional torment and panic as Miguel and biology itself make him endure his first heat.

"Buddy, this is-- this is good!" he tries, giving Miles a little shake. "Your first heat! You're a man now. And, you know, Miguel is--"

Selfish? Aggressive? Unstable?

"A good-looking older alpha," he forces out with a weak smile, patting his hand. "And he's got a lot of money. That's something to write home about, right?"

And then he cringes, because home is about to be very, very different for Miles, and Miles remembers it, too; his terrified visage crumples further, a choked whimper falling past his lips as his small body is rocked with Miguel's fucking. He bites his lip to stop more shameful sounds from escaping, breathing heavily through his nose, and... Peter breathes with him. This is terrible for so many reasons.

Miguel growls deep in his chest, pressing closer, and Peter's breath hitches. He grips Miles's hips, lifting the kid up off the bed and-- jesus-- ramming into him, cock filling Miles so full that Peter can see his stomach bulging as it's pushed in and out. He's struggling not to squirm in his seat.

Peter pulls a shaky breath, and stutters, "L-look at me, bud..."

Miles eventually manages to drag his eyes up to meet Peter's, watery brown peering at him through reddened, heavy lids. Miles's expression reflects the self-hatred Peter is feeling now.

"Take it, you little..." Miguel trails off into Spanish, something between only him and Miles.

Peter watches those wet eyes glaze as Miles looks between them, and Peter drops his eyes, too.

"You're hard," Miles gasps out, voice breaking on the last syllable, leaving only an ache in Peter's heart.

"It's... just the heat, Miles," he looks him straight in the eye as he lies. It's such an insult to Miles's intelligence, but Peter doesn't have it in him to instead say 'Yeah, I'm getting off to you being raped. Sorry.'

But he is. Sorry. He's sorry.

(Maybe later, after a guilty-pleasure fantasy involving the both of them...)

Miles lets his eyes fall shut and turns his head away, and it cuts Peter so deep that Miles doesn't even look surprised. Miles, understandably, must feel so betrayed by this turn of events, by the sexualization of his trauma, by-- by this whole day, really. His features have softened with resignation, every arch and angle falling inward, crumpled into Miguel's onslaught. It's an ugly submission, at odds with his usual confidence and unyielding vibrance. It just makes Peter feel all the more like shit, how much he's enjoying this.

And Miguel-- He's clearly getting so much pleasure from forcing this on Miles. By hurting him. It's beyond instinct. He pushes Miles's knees up to his chest, driving into him over and over again like he's nothing but a ragdoll, an inanimate object for his use and amusement, and god, fuck, why is that so fucking hot...?

Peter flushes, guilt and embarrassment like never before weighing him down. It burns his throat. Even his fingers start to feel hot, and his mouth feels numb and thick with saliva. He doesn't let go of Miles's hand, massaging it gently instead of drawing away. He hopes, somehow, that Miles understands that he cares about him.

"So tight," Miguel says in mock admiration, and Miles sniffles, his lips trembling slightly. "Drooling all over my cock. Sucking me in. You want this."

This only agitates Miles more, provoking him to struggle anew, and it's such a stupid, dangerous thing to do in the state that he's in. Miguel is just looking for excuses to punish him - his talons come out, ready to grapple him back into submission.

So--

So--

So Peter intervenes, grabbing Miles's wrists, stopping him from prying at Miguel. It doesn't make much of a difference in his squirming, but Miguel is focused on fucking into him hard and deep, rather than taking his talons out on Miles. They rake across the sheets instead.

Miles locks eyes with Peter as Peter holds his wrists to the side, and there's a hundred things there for Peter to decipher. Screams upon pleas upon half-hearted death threats.

Peter shifts his grip to one hand, the other moving to stroke over Miles's cheek.

"You're gonna hurt yourself," Peter tries to explain, brain stuck on a feedback loop of arousal, hormones making everything from his mouth to his pulse sluggish.

"You jus' wanna watch," Miles whines, petulant, his words slurring but with the most volume he's heard out of him so far. He's pretty sure Miles is referring to more than just Miguel, but he can't make himself talk about the mental aspect right now.

"No," Peter tries to protest, but his mouth won't catch up. His dick is throbbing hard in his pants. "Miles... You-- You just have to let it happen."

"Take it," Miguel hisses.

Miles grits his teeth, whimpering as his struggling ramps up; pathetic, jerking attempts to pry his hands out from Peter's grip.

"Come on, doesn't it feel good?" Peter pleads. "Just--"

"Take it."

"Miles, just--"

"Take it."

"--T-take it," Peter parrots without thinking, low and heated. And as soon as it's out, regret crashes into him like a wave. Miles's responding bared teeth are proof that Peter has really stepped in it. Just, like, incredibly so. Even the heat in his loins dies down for a second, cool and somber.

"Are you serious?!" Miles asks, betrayed, and his tone shakes with every impact.

And Peter feels sick, suddenly, ashamed of himself.

"I-- Sorry, I... didn't mean it," he says haltingly, wishing he could swallow his own tongue so he'd stop spouting complete bullshit. But his thoughts are addled, heat buzzing down the entire length of his body, adrenaline fogging his reason. He can hardly think past the burning need licking up his spine. He's squirming without really noticing it, hard dick trying to get a rhythm against the firm chair while he's so helplessly mouthing off to a fifteen-year-old kid from another world, of all things, while he lays and gets mounted by another man on this very bed.

"You're-- lying," Miles grinds out, still struggling, even as he starts to lose all power behind his movement. "S-stay... away f'me..."

His feeble squirming takes on more effort, but only lasts a few more seconds. He's flushed down his torso, sweat dampening his hair. Miles is slowly submitting, maybe less out of actual desire to than self-preservation.

Peter tries to pretend that Miguel's growl of victory isn't turning him on further. He wants to defend Miles, reassure him, but fuck, he's falling apart, too.

"It'll be over soon, okay?" Peter sounds pathetic, even to his own ears. He tries to act like Miguel isn't even there, for his own sake.

Miles groans miserably, and Peter squeezes his hand harder.

Peter wants to say something, offer some reassurance, any kind of comfort... but he's done enough damage. Any comfort he could offer would seem hollow at this point, and his arousal would only make things worse. He feels ill just imagining Miles's reaction.

Miles's face contorts as he struggles, just a silent scream. His eyes are squeezed tightly closed, his brow crunched together as he rides it out. Peter strokes a thumb over his brow, feeling every twitch and movement ripple through his knuckles.

All that comes is a hitching sob, followed by sharp, gasped cries on every thrust, and Peter doesn't know if he can take it.

"I can feel you getting close," Miguel tells him between puffs. "Clenching around me like that."

Peter can't help the way his eyes leave Miles's face to stare at where Miguel's cock disappears into him. Can't help that it brings a sudden lurch of fresh heat throughout his body to picture himself in Miguel's place. A bead of precome stains his boxers.

Miguel looks so smug, smiling cruelly down at Miles, and Peter feels no less ashamed when his cock throbs harshly in response.

"That's right," Miguel is saying. "Go on, baby. Come for me. You know you want to."

Peter's body buzzes like Miguel is talking to him and he realizes that he really doesn't know which side of this he'd like to be on more. Miles's jaw clenches. His hands are curled into fists, gripping Peter's thumb, and it's an accident on Miles's part but Peter squeezes back, eyes fixed on the kid's face.

Maybe Miles actually tries, in this moment, to fight the inevitable, or maybe he doesn't. But he comes, shivering with the force of it. He goes rigid. The muscles in his chest jump, tense and strained, and tears run down his face, into his damp hair. He screws his eyes shut tighter, turning his head as if to hide in the pillow, or in his shoulder, both hands flexing and tensing uselessly.

Eyes flashing across their fucked-out bodies, the power in Miguel's thrusts rocking him, Peter's own erection straining in his pants--

Before he can process it, there's a heat at the base of his spine and he's arching up, rutting into nothing. A long, startled moan breaks out of him, and he's trembling through it, the come striping his boxers and the underside of his tented suit. Miles's quiet keening blends with his own in his ears.

"Good boy." Peter hears Miguel through the mist. And Peter watches on hazily as Miguel lowers himself down, arms on either side of Miles's shoulders, pressing his mouth against his neck and angling his hips so he's fucking him deeper, rolling up his hips and pounding Miles down into the bed.

Miles whimpers, overstimulated and clearly exhausted, weak and pliant beneath Miguel. His hands shake in Peter's grip, and Peter just continues the absent thumb stroke over them. Miles's fingers are cold, something Peter is quickly becoming uncomfortably aware of.

And then they're ripped out of his admittedly loose grasp, Miles shoving Miguel to the side with a burst of strength Peter didn't know he was still capable of. Miles tries to vault himself off the bed but Miguel's knot must catch because his lower half doesn't make it. Peter doesn't like the sound Miles makes in response. He's out of his chair in a second, hands on Miles's shoulders to keep him from dangling over the edge but Miles just shoves at him and continues trying to pry himself away from Miguel, who's claws come down on his hips to pull him back.

"No, no, no," Peter mutters frantically, grabbing Miles's arms and holding him, trying to settle the outburst. "Miles, easy, c'mon. You're just going to hurt yourself--"

"I don't want this!" Miles snarls, but his cheeks are stained with tears, eyes blown wide in horror, expression only growing more afraid, more desperate. And it breaks Peter's heart.

Miguel's hips are still moving against him, and Peter can practically see every ejaculation with the way they buck in time with every spurt. Fuck, Peter could come again, and he's still riding out the waves of his orgasm, still throbbing through his dick.

Miguel's expression is one of anger and barely-contained ecstasy. "Would you sedate him already?!"

Peter winces, glancing behind him at the cart of liquid sedatives.

"No, Peter! Please!" Miles gasps out.

It's ugly and desperate and so is Miles and it makes Peter pause.

"Well?!" Miguel snaps.

He hesitates, giving Miles one last squeeze before letting go completely. He turns and grabs a vial, and hears Miles make this terrible, horrified noise in the back of his throat.

"Sorry, bud... This is for your own good."

Peter feels like the scum of the earth as he sets the vial up with Miles's IV. Miles makes an attempt to rip out the needle, but even mid-orgasm, Miguel is all business. He traps Miles's wrists in his grasp from behind him, pulling him upright against his body. It leaves Miles struggling pointlessly as the sedative steadily pumps into his bloodstream.

"Peter," he pleads, gaze fixed on Peter, brows drawn upward. Peter could cry. But instead he just bites his lip hard, fingers clenched around the vial until he has to move it aside in fear he'll break it. Miles's shoulders are shaken and pulled back in Miguel's grasp, the muscles visibly straining beneath his suit.

"Just relax. You'll be fine," Miguel says coolly, thrusting into him lazily.

"He's right. You're gonna survive all this, alright? You're gonna be okay." Peter steps back towards the bed, hands hovering, useless.

Miles fights it all the way down. Every jerk and tug eventually dies down into mere twitches. His lashes flutter, head falling backwards onto Miguel's shoulder, body growing limp. But he's awake still, eyes glassy and half-lidded, chest straining.

Miguel holds him in a way that would almost seem tender if Peter didn't know any better, arms wrapped around him and hugging him close. But from here, Peter can see the gouges in Miles's hips, bleeding where Miguel had sliced his talons in. He clenches his teeth. God, what's wrong with them?

"Miles," he leans a little closer, hoping to catch his attention. Miles stares over his head.

"I'm... gonna get some bandages and a nice cold washcloth for you, okay? I'll be right back."

He looks to Miguel, who meets his eye in return but isn't all there, lost in a haze of afterglow.

Peter pulls his robe closed to hide the mess he made of his suit and steps out of the room, and then slumps against the closed door. Without arousal clouding his thoughts, there's a roiling turmoil of regret and shame. Miles was counting on him and he'd let this happen. Hell, he'd helped it happen.

Peter runs a hand over his face.

He cleans himself up in the nearest bathroom as well as he can, not quite meeting his reflection's eye. His hands are shaking too much to properly redo his robe belt, and he's frustrated with himself as he pulls the bow undone once more. He takes a moment to just breathe, knuckles going white as they grip the sink.

There's going to be hours of this. Another 24 at least, of Miles suffering and struggling - and that's if he gets lucky. Just... him and Miguel. Miguel, who's proven he couldn't care less about Miles's comfort or wellbeing. Miguel, who's bonded Miles to him despite that. And Peter can't be there for him through all of it. And what about after--?

The situation threatens to overwhelm him, and he shakes it off. He just has to focus on what he can do right now. Peter wets a washcloth and finds some gauze. As he reaches the door to where Miles is being kept, he turns around, takes a step away and then pauses again. Then he whirls around and enters the room.

Miguel is already going at him again.

And Peter has to fend off another rush of excitement.

#betermiles #petermiles #flowerfang #atsv #fanfic #tas writes

[arian-thedreamer]

PeterMiles: a playlist.

(Warning‼️ post and related materials (including playlist itself) contains spoilers for the spider-verse films)

Youtube ver:

Spotify ver:

Track list:

ITSV:

Tokyo daylight

GUY.exe

BRAND NEW WORLD

I want this song 2 never end

Whims of fate

The days when my mother was there

Don't you dare (make me fall in love with you)

Seventeen

MY MY MY!

Animal

Fools

Passing through (can't the future just wait)

Love like you (feat. Rebecca Sugar) (reprise)

ATSV:

Time adventure (Rebecca Sugar)

Tokyo daylight (ATLUS kozuka remix)

When my mother was there (ATLUS kitajoh remix)

Lost in the citadel

Mr. Loverman

Two time

You

10/10

Love like you

IN A DREAM

Note: for an optimal storytelling experience, the YouTube is recommended(songs may play out of order and some are not available on Spotify).

(Track update 7/3/23)

#Petermiles #betermiles #🌻🍔 #peter x miles #peter b parker x miles morales #peter b parker #miles morales #spiderman: into the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #into the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #itsv #atsv #across the spiderverse spoilers #atsv spoilers #moodboard #fandom moodboard #ship moodboard #playlist #fandom playlist #character playlist #ship playlist #music #ship #mlm ship #gay #problematic ships #mine #Spider-verse playlist #Spotify

[erenxfrieda]

tw: flowerfang, some mentions of holofang and betermiles, antis/minors dni

sooo, dbd au x flowerfang?? where Mil3s in teams with survivors, boy is really such a scared and clumsy mess at first, blowing gens every time, leaving other Spideys sighting and rolling their times when they see him, cuz they ALL know

whenever this boy is there probably some killers coming after him, first was Pr0wler, then The Sp0t and... this creepy massive man, most of the killers already towering over Mil3s, but the guy from 2099 is actually huge, some killers sometimes trying to be stealthy, while M1guel is such a beast

Mil3s' heart always beats faster even if the killer from 2099 is like more than 15 meters away! and M1les really tried to be helpful to other survivors, he even became trained enough to run around pallets and buildings for long enough to keep killers away more than 10 seconds !

he made this bully Migu3l eat pallets a few times one match and even escaped! Beter was so proud of Mil3s 😼😼 probably because he was the only man in team who believed in this boy, teached him everything, heal yourself and others, repairing gens, where the hatch is...

while M1guel was so pissed, biting his own talons till it bleeds, barking at other killers when it is the free time and most time being alone in his own place and only somehow managing to calm down when his lovely sweet AI is around (Mi should be grateful cuz Ly!a is the only one who manages to make this big guy more relaxed and not tense after intense matches)

M1guel was always like ‘I'm totally gonna get his ass next match’ and Ly!a would be like ‘yeah, you sure will, Miggy’ (he lost already 3 times in a row)

some day, 2099 probably gonna corner this little spidey when Beter will be too far away and busy with something , like being on the damn hook and slowly bleeding there and he's actually helpless, Mil3s is all alone now, what is he going even do ?

#flowerfang #bloodflower #miguel o'hara #miles x miguel #yandere miguel o'hara

[less-than-wholesome-shipper]

Here ya go... another outline I probably will never fully write!

It's a HoboTagger Hanahaki.... but with Spiders!

Miles is devastated by the tragedy of first love

Madame Webb - freeform gives him a choice

Remove the heartache and the love that causes it

Or suffer through it

Miles “Who’s Morales”, a child who doesn’t know any better, chooses to have it removed so Madame Webb grants his wish (a small spider sac pill)

The mystical spiders feed off of unspoken love and will eat away the love he keeps hidden, but as they continue to feed, they will become tangible, nest in his lungs, and breed until he is overrun with them.

Obviously, the cure is to tell the person he’s in love with that he loves them.

Miles wakes up in a different dimension and seeks out the resident Spider-Man

To the surprise of 0 people, it’s PeterB’s dimension

Tells Peter about a weird dream he had of a giant woman with 8 eyes and 6 arms

Peter writes it off as some kind of hallucination while passing through dimensions

Peter takes him in

Peter still lives in the 1 bed apartment but assures Miles that he’s still working things out with MJ, they’ve just decided to take it slow.

Miles starts to “feel better” (as in he doesn’t feel his heart ache every time he looks at Peter)

Things are good for a while

Then Miles starts to get sick

Eventually coughing up webs, spider bits, then whole spiders!

Peter takes Miles to the Avengers Mansion for help.

X-rays show hundreds of spiders in Miles’ lungs

Miles finally tells Peter about his choice

Dr. Strange is called in

Is reluctant to intervene with Madame Webb’s magic

Especially since it involves one of her spiderlings

Encourages Miles to just tell the person

Miles says he can’t.

Peter thinks it’s Gwen

Tries to figure out a way to get Gwen here

Can’t find one

It’s near the end for Miles - he can’t breathe on his own.

Peter stays glued to his bedside

Miles asks Peter to try to get a message to his parents

[gdi now I’m crying] Peter swears he will even if he has to build a collider like Kingpin did

M: “Hey, you can’t just go messing up your dimension or hopping off to another with no sure way to get back, you gotta be here for Miles Jr.”

Jokingly P: “Miles Jr.? There something you’re not telling me, kid?”

M: “You know, in case you have a boy. Or a girl. Names are really only gender specific if you want them to be.”

Peter confesses that he lied about taking things slow with MJ. They tried for a little while, but it still didn’t work out.

“So, If I die, you’ll be alone?”

[by this point in time, both of them are crying] “Hey, c’mon don’t worry about me, kid, I can handle myself. Besides, I thought we decided none of us were actually alone after the whole -”

“Peter?”

“Yeah, buddy?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Miles.”

“No, Peter, I mean - It’s you. I love you.”

Hobo.exe stopped working as Miles starts coughing severely

Staff rushes in, they try to forcibly remove Peter from the room when Miles’s coughing turns to choking.

Peter fights them - refusing to let go of Miles’ hand [kinda getting in the way of things] and cussing Strange because he swore Miles wouldn’t go violently.

Strange uses magic to clear the blockage from Miles’ throat

It’s the spider sac pill

Miles falls limp and Peter is devastated until Strange assures him that Miles will be ok.

S: “A good bit of damage to his lungs, but with spider healing, he should be fine within a week or so…. Peter, I’m sure I don’t need to say this, but the best course of action moving forward is to get the boy home. I will contact his dimension’s Sorcerer Supreme and with their cooperation, we should be able to bridge the world’s long enough for him to cross over.”

P: “Can Madame Webb cross dimensions?”

Mildly confused S: “Naturally. She is the creator and overseer of the Web of Life and Destiny. It bends to her will before all others.”

P: “So you didn’t want to interfere with her plans to save his fucking life, but you’re more than eager to step in now due to your own fucked up moral priorities and opinions that obviously paint me as some kind of predator?! I’m pretty sure if she wanted Miles to go home right after his confession, he’d already be there...”

Strange leaves with the intention of conferring with Madame Webb, if she will entertain him [spoilers: she doesn’t XD]

After the second night in recovery, Miles is well enough to go home

Things are a little awkward

Miles realizes how long he’s been gone and thinks it’s time he figures out a way back if Madame Webb isn’t in a helping mood.

P: “It was good seeing you again, Miles. Maybe next time we meet up, one of us won’t be on the verge of death?”

M: “Yeah…. I love you, Peter.”

P: “And you know I love you, too, bud-”

M: “But not in the same way that I love you, right?”

P: “Miles, I can’t. For me, romantic feelings go hand in hand with sexual feelings, and you’re what? Twelve?”

Rolling his eyes, M: “I’m thirteen!”

Pleasantly surprised P: “Oh, my bad, that changes everything then!”

Perking up, M: “Really?!”

P: “No! The bare minimum that’s accepted by law is 17 and even then it’s still frowned upon socially. I’m pretty sure you haven’t even discovered the joys of masturbation yet - do not answer that, it wasn’t even a question! - The point I’m trying to make is, you can’t know what you want because you haven’t given yourself time to try everything yet. Do you get what I’m saying here?”

M: “I get that that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. You’re telling me that I have to try different things before I can know what I want, but if I want to try something, I can’t, because I have to be given permission on what I can do with my own body by a bunch of old randos that know nothing about my particular situation?”

PeterB.tryingtobethegoodguyhere.prog isn’t responding

M: “What if I’m on top?”

P: “I’m sorry… what?! [see: stunned_blinking.gif]

M: “You’re worried about taking advantage of me, right? Well, if I’m on top, then I’m the one taking advantage of you. Problem solved.”

P: “N-no… that’s… that’s not how that works.” [compounding math meme]

M: “What if you can’t fight back? Like if I webbed you to the bed? Or held you down? I mean, it’s not like I can’t get the drop on you easily, so it’d be totally believable.”

A problem has caused PeterB.tryingtobethegoodguyhere.prog to stop working correctly.

Sex ensues [I guess! \(O`~`O)/ who tf knows anymore?! Not me, apparently...]

Madame Webb is pleased

[The fulfilling, cute, and sexy epilogue I had planned to go here doesn’t fucking matter anymore, thanks to Miles’ thirsty teen hormones so]

FIN

#Spiderverse #HoboTagger #Hanahaki with spiders #Peter B Parker/Miles Morales #peter b/miles morales #PBPMM #betermiles

[koipepo]

not to be a petermiles enjoyer (yes i am) but why does my horny brain register the scene between miles and peter in ATSV when peter says "you're the reason i had her" as "ohh so were you thinking of miles while having sex with MJ?" (No hate at all towards MJ, love her but them<3)

ding ding ding 🛎🛎

Peter B literally went to impregnate someone bc of Miles!! in ATSV he also basically did a love confession to Miles... Peter B, i know what you are insinuating!!

altho... i gotta admit. i really don't like Peter's characterization in ATSV 😭 (rant under the cut)

he's shirked to be a one-note character, cracking up jokes at very tense situations (compared in ITSV where he is serious when needed), and complete with incessant baby humors (sorry Mayday but i don't care abt her at all)

like for the love of god Peter. please stop bringing your baby everywhere you're not an incompetent character 😭😭😭😭😭

the most egregious thing abt ATSV Peter is the way he just rolls with Miguel's treatment over Miles... feels like a slap to his ITSV characterization. you telling me this is the same guy who was ready to die in Miles' world in order to close the portal, just so Miles didn't have to fight Kingpin? it's too jarring man

i hope Peter B would be more like in ITSV in Beyond, but i won't keep my expectation high. my ass is still heartbroken about petermiles mistreatment 😔

#replies #petermiles #betermiles

[koipepo]

Hey I remember you from the Thramsay days. I used to be in the same discord server and I wanted to say what an amazing art style you have that always makes me happy to see and I hope you're keeping well.

Just wanted to send you a prompt I thought you'd like. It's post the spot attack on Miles and Peter B tries to calm Miles by singing the sunflower song to him but it doesn't work and Peter just wants to help but Miles is too shaken with his new trauma that he can't even speak. Peter tries to go in for a hug but even that is too much for Miles. Miles wants to be held but all he can feel is the Spot's phantom touch.

hey anon!! amazing taste in ships ;) i still love thramsay dearly, i don't think my creativity ever peaked up higher than with this ship.... ok gotta stop myself from gushing abt them bc if not i would never stop lol

re: prompt > omg yes YEEEESSSSSSS THATS THE SPECIFIC ANGST FLAVOR THAT I LOVE 💓i never thought abt inserting petermiles in this scenario, you genius! since Miles can't bring himself to tell anyone, esp to Peter who's his mentor figure, Peter keeps trying to reach out... he feels so desperate and helpless bc Miles won't open up to him😭

ORRR Miles did tell him about this, and Peter just fucking breaks. Peter never thought it would be something so violating, so cruel, so unfair to happen to Miles. he can't even say anything to comfort Miles, can't even hug him bc now the newfound terrible knowledge freezes him too. what can he possibly do?

AAA THE ANGSTT

#replies #spotmiles #petermiles #betermiles #ANGST SIREN HAS BEEN ACTIVATED. WEE WOO WEE WEOO

[wire-mutt]

writing masterlist

Spiderverse

Upcoming

Betermiles, somno-chikan??????? (Peter touches n dry humps a sleeping Miles on a bus ✨️)

Omegaverse flowerfang plotty thing, ft an accidental mating bite and a fuckton of angst

42!Aaron/42!Miles, dubcon

Ghostfang, noncon (Miguel forces Gwen to suck him off)

Hobie/Reader, yandere, noncon (Hobie kidnaps reader and fucks em)

Complete

a woozy youth (Punkflower, sex pollen) (AO3) (chapter 2)

wriggle (Milescest, noncon) (AO3)

somewhere with a view (Punkflower, noncon) (AO3)

indulgence (Flowerfang, noncon) (AO3)

wrong move (Punkfang, noncon) (AO3)

wanna see you hurt hurt hurt hurt (Flowerfang, noncon, gore) (AO3)

Miguel's Secret (Miguel/Loli!Reader, sex pollen) (AO3) (chapter 2)

unbidden (Peter/Miles/Miguel, noncon, omegaverse) (AO3)

[less-than-wholesome-shipper]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018) Rating: Mature Warnings: Underage Relationships: Miles Morales/Peter B. Parker Characters: Miles Morales, Peter B Parker, Aaron Davis (Marvel) Additional Tags: Miles is eager, Kissing, webbing used as restraints, Aaron is alive, HoboTagger, canon-divergent continuation?, B is not a hobo, Touching, Handjob...?, He bite Summary:

Miles gets an idea... and then it doesn't quite pan out the way he'd hoped.

#hobotagger #ltw original #ltw writes #betermiles #peterb/miles #miles morales #peter b parker