#proship Spiderverse

[arachnidskiss]

Jess tries to warn her about Miguel.

Gwen doesn’t listen.

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 1.6 K

Caution: Dead Dove content. Read tags before proceeding.

Promiscuous Girl/Promiscuous Boy: Read it on A03!

[deszczowedni]

aggressively puts your faves in polish folk..!

[dilutedbeanibeans]

umm!!!! I dont think that’s normal!!!!

[weirdo09]

i’ve lost all fucking hope for this fandom WHY ARE YALL SHIPPIN MILES N THE SPOT ?!?! THE ONE WHO LITERALLY TRAUMATIZED N MADE HIM ‘one’ WITH MILES JUST BECAUSE HE CALLED HIM VILLAIN OF THE WEEK? THAT MAN IS LIKE 40+ WHILE MILES IS 15 😭😭 THE SPOT IS LIKE RIOS AGE, YALL PEDOS NEEDA GET THE FUCK OFF THE INTERNET N AO3

THIS IS DISGUSTING, NOBODY WANTS TO SEE MILES AT 15 BEING DESCRIBED AS BEING FUCKED AGGRESSIVELY TO THE POINT WHERE HIS DOWN THERE BLEEDS IN THE FUCKING TAGS. Y’ALL JUST DISGUST ME, WHY DO YALL THINKT HAT SHTINSI OK. GODDAMNIT PEOPLE CANT HAVE SHIT WITHOUT YALL WRITING FICS BOUT MILES BEIN GROOMED AND FUCKED AT 15!1!1!1!1! WITH MEN x2 HIS AGE AND CALLING IT OK BECAUSE HE’S AGED UP ‘sometimes’

I’m literally gate keeping miles at the point, send me anon hate all you want. i’m not gonna sit there and let y’all treat miles like a fucking sex slave for miguel. y’all are literally treating mikes like a slave, a fucking slave to breed and beaten by miguel. doesn’t that bother you? that y’all are literally tryna write things that replicate slavery itself? AINT NO FUCKING WAY THAT YALL ARE WRITING MILES GETTING RAPED ALL FOR YALL TO ACT LIKE “oh he liked it and he’s pregnant btw !!!”

god y’all just disgust me. y’all treat miles n hobie like SEX SLAVES it’s sickening. y’all will say that it’s not racist nor pedophilic nor grooming nor perpetuating slavery time ideals BUT FUCKING LOOK AT LIKE ONE FLOWERFANG FIC ON AO3 N IT HAS FUCKING RAPE N UNDERAGE SEX N IT AND GOT 100+ KUDOS ?!?!

there’s pedophiles right under y’all’s fucking noses and y’all ain’t doing shit. i’m so disappointed that i can’t find a single fandom that doesn’t make rape fics about the underage main character and having them groomed just to say that it’s ok because they don’t support this stuff in real life…

just ew

reblog this to spread awareness please, i’m tired of this

[circusinthewalls]

☆ Those Simpler Sonnets ☆

Miguel is deep in the throes of his bi-monthly rut. You've quelled his voracious need for the time being, but the poor man can hardly even sleep without you. That's why he's quick to find you now, early in the morning long before the sun has even breached the horizon as you get yourself a drink of water.

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Tags: Porn With Plot, Just a little bit of plot, Like a tiny bit idk, Soft Miguel O'Hara, Feral Miguel O'Hara, Rut minus the ABO, Spider.. Instincts bullshit idk dude is just horny, AFAB Reader, My First Fanfic, god help, It's 4AM, Topping from the Bottom, Top Miguel O'Hara, One Shot, About as gender neutral as you can get with Spanish, Riding, Mutual Orgasm, Sorry if the Spanish isn't good I'm not a native speaker, Proship DNI, MDNI

a/n: This was uhh.. like not proofread at all? Also my first fic so bear with me. Tags and the fic itself are just pasted directly from ao3 because I have to be up before the sun tomorrow. Sorry for any grammar errors, but I hope you enjoy. o7 [ao3 link] [Masterlist]

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Miguel stirs in your shared bed, lazily outstretching an arm in search of your warmth. When it fails to be met with the familiar brush of your skin against his, worry sobers him, if only by a fraction. Upon cracking an eye open he realizes that you aren't in the room at all. What's more is that the door is cracked, distant light spilling in from elsewhere in the apartment. He doesn't bother to check the time, nor turn a single light on before sluggishly clambering out of bed and into the hallway. Not that he really needs to, of course. He can make out your scent growing headier with each step closer to the kitchen. 

You can hear him coming, or... sense it, rather. For a moment you pause in bringing the glass to your lips, offering a look back over your shoulder in his direction. To ensure he doesn't trip on the living room furniture, perhaps. It's not long after you cast your gaze forward again, sipping at the water in your hand, that you can feel his palms graze over your sides. They travel a languid path around to your stomach and soon settle down on your hips, pulling you back so his larger form can engulf your own. The movement makes you minutely aware of the soreness that's begun to emerge from your romping hours prior, but you pay it little mind.

Now that you're in his arms you can feel him soften significantly. You greet him with a small hum as you drink, and he gives a grunt in return. Having you near is enough to soothe his frayed nerves, evidently. He dips his head down and tucks his face into the crook of your neck, tiredly nosing along your jawline.

"Mi sol," he murmurs.

"Mm?"

"A kiss?"

A breathy chuckle slips out, but you oblige.

His lips don't stay on yours for long, though. Soon they're brushing back down your neck, just relishing the way you so graciously tilt your head off to the side. There's no stopping the groggy laugh that escapes when you can feel, no-- hear-- him sniffing you. He grumbles, cheeks flushing in embarrassment, but he can't help it. You smell so damn good, so damn perfect. 

Frankly, you can't help yourself either. The sun isn't even up yet and you're so tired, the way he's got his face pressed in against your neck, nosing and huffing-- You know he's in rut, but it takes all your strength not to burst out laughing.

Well, despite your best efforts you break anyway. With your head tipping back, you barely manage to set your glass aside on the counter to avoid dropping it as you dissolve into a fit.

It's in this moment, though, that the more instinct-driven side of Miguel's mind sees an opportunity and doesn't hesitate to take it. He bites down firm into the side of your now bared throat, releasing a low groan when he feels your giggles stutter off into a whine. This isn't the first time he's bitten you, and it certainly won't be the last. Yet still, the immediate surrender that seems to always overtake you rekindles his desires in an instant. He's all but ready to tear his boxers off and have another go at you if you'll let him, but he forces himself to relent somewhat. You'd lovingly taken the brunt of his insatiable appetite earlier in the evening as it was. Drunk off your scent or not, he'd be a fool to be so rough again so soon. 

Bringing one of his hands up from your hip to instead support your head with, he pulls off your neck. Your blood on his lips has his own rushing southward, so naturally he laves his tongue over the wound for a better taste. Cleaning and savoring you in tandem. You shudder at the feeling, another noise bubbling up, but he's quick to soothe you by peppering kisses atop the divots his teeth left behind.

"Can I?" he pleads in a whisper.

He's given you the upper hand on purpose, so you decide to tease him. While you're still in a position to, that is.

"Can you what?"

He huffs. You can feel how painfully stiff his cock is. He knows you can. Just to be sure, and maybe to get back at you, he pulls you harder back against it anyway. You snigger, but he's not in the mood to play games. If you're going to let him have you then he wants you now, not in five minutes when you're done laughing your pretty ass off again.

"Please?" he grits, but you don't miss the way the word almost teeters on being a whimper.

"You're no fun, Migs," you reply, hints of a fake pout tugging at your lips. Then you give him a playful jab with your elbow and peck on the cheek. "Of course you can."

That's all he needs.

Immediately he scoops you up and strides forth into the living room. He sets you down so he can settle on the couch, but he's soon reaching out for you again, one hand guiding you to straddle him while the other wrangles his erection free from its fabric confines. As luck would have it your patience is waning too, so while you're moving to get on top of him you tug his boxers down past his hips and off entirely. You throw your shirt off as well, and seeing as it was the only clothing concealing your gorgeous form, a satisfied growl rumbles in his chest at the sight of you. It's about the only thing that even begins to temper his growing need, second to actually being inside you.

When you've finally got your thighs planted on either side of his waist he brings a hand up to steady you while the other helps align him with your entrance. Or tries to, at least. You move his hand away, gripping his cock and holding it still so you can rut against the crown for a second, letting his pre slick up your already glistening folds further. 

He has to sink his teeth into his bottom lip to stifle a groan. Fiery want is coiled so tightly in his gut that it's liable to snap if you keep this up, but he's trying his hardest not to rush you. The faint mewl you let out helps a little. God, he loves the way you sound.

Bringing his tip back to your hole again, you at last begin to sink down. His hips buck weakly, aching for more of you, but you don't allow him to properly move until he's bottomed out. Even with the dull ache from your first round, being split open by him is exquisite. You barely register the strangled moan he lets out once he's fully sheathed. Your thighs are trembling around him and you're far too focused on how full you are. You're not even sure if you can get yourself to move.

"Fuck, Miguel," you keen. "I-"

Without missing a beat he's shifting beneath you, taking hold of your hips and planting his feet apart so he can do all the work instead.

"I can do it, amor," he breathes. "Just let me, baby. Just let me."

"God-" You swallow down a whimper and nod. "Yes please."

So he starts a slow pace, beginning with gentle rolls of his hips while you adjust. When those familiar, delicate whines begin to sound he makes a point to go a little harder. Not faster, really, but there's undoubtedly more force behind each of his thrusts. His own sounds of pleasure escape with them, panted groans and even the occasional growl when his eyes flicker down to where your bodies meet, watching how well you take him.

"Look at you... Paraíso terrenal.."

He grinds up into you, and almost cums right then and there when he feels your insides flutter weakly in response. Beautiful.

"That's the spot, isn't it?" he growls. "Gonna cum for me already?"

You're far too caught up in how good everything feels to do anything but moan. That's fine, though. He can tell you're on the edge just as much as he is, and he'll be damned if he's not about to fuck you over it.

It doesn't take long, either. Minutes pass by like seconds, your orgasm creeping up faster than you'd expected. While your insides are spasming he's holding you down on him, hips stuttering as he spills himself as deep as you he can get, body curled up somewhat from the intensity of his own climax. You ride out your shared ecstasy before ultimately collapsing in a sweaty heap.

The both of you are a spent mess, but you're content. Miguel can't be bothered to pull out, but.. honestly?

You're not sure you care.

Sleeping on the couch would be a lot colder without his cock in you, anyway. Writing not permitted for reposting, transcription, translation or to use with AI technologies.

[dxrkshippers]

I WANT MORE PROSHIP MUTUALS AND FRIENDS!! SO…

Gravity Falls proshippers- Hai, me too!

FNAF proshippers- Hai, me too!

Helluvaverse proshippers- Hai, me too!

ROTTMNT proshippers- Hai, me too!

MHA proshippers- Hai, me too!

Spiderverse proshippers- Hai, me too!

Homestuck proshippers- Hai, me too!

TCOAL proshippers- Hai, me too!

Regretavator proshippers- Hai, me too!

Lolicons/Shotacons- Hai, me too!

Trauma kink havers- Hai, me too!

PROSHIPPERS IN GENERAL- Hai, me too!

if u don’t fall under my dni ily and id love to have u here!!!

[appleballad]

I don't use twitter much anymore (since I got suspended for no reason lol) but I just wanna talk about the /morston bashing/.... It is unbearable on that app. People give the most asinine reasons why shipping morston or really anything that they personally dislike makes you morally corrupt in real life and deserving of harassment. It's really repetitive atp and I roll my eyes at it but all these years later and it's still very much prevalent.

So out of fear of being cancelled there is a severe lack of discourse and in-depth analysis surrounding John/Arthur's dynamic... and vandermorgan too, don't get me started on that.... Everyone loses their hair over a mildly "problematic" fictional relationship. Bunch of fake fujoshis.

It's always selective outrage, depending on what the majority in a certain fandom decides to like and hate on because most claims that deem ships problematic have actually no validity to them.

Take me back to the good old days when it was perfectly normal to fangirl over even the most obscure crack ship. When fiction was just fiction and not a reflection of your morals and political identity.

It's the same with liking villain characters. "you can't like this character!! bc he's EVIL!1!! he did this nd that ur just as evil for liking them you deserve to be tortured and stoned to death blah blah blah"

How utterly boring, and again it doesn't apply to every morally grey character. It hinges on the opinion of which character/ship the majority in a particular fandom elect to unequivocally bully

It's entirely subjective policing, which is absolutely ridiculous. Where do you actually draw the line?

I say if you are unable to engage with fiction on a level that's separate and disconnected from reality, if morally grey fiction corrupts your very soul and compels you act and behave in indecent ways, you should stop consuming it entirely.

Stick to your children's fables, kid.

None of this has any affect on my love for morston, in fact it strengthens it LOL. Shipping morston becomes almost like an act of defiance.

I'm grateful that at least on Tumblr and other spaces I can enjoy the fan art, fanfics or comics and knowing someone out there is raging and seething at the sight of it is kinda hilarious so it makes it all the more enjoyable. It's when they decide to feign moral superiority and launch their sheep following to attack and harass you with their nasty words wishing actual death on you irl, that is when it does get under my skin. That is just too far. But I think that is a reasonable reaction for me to have.

[freakydeakyshoe]

Urgh I probably gotta make an intro

HI!!! IM DAMI!!! uhhh I'm proship, comship, darkship, selfship, ect! I like lots of dark tropes in fiction like grooming, dadaughter, dadson, sexual assault/violence/ect, and other stuff!

I'm multifandom, including but not limited to Spider-Man, Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel, Beetlejuice...

A few of my fav ships are:

-Beetlebabes (Beetlejuice/Lydia)

-Morningstarcest/Charcifer/Fallenapple (Charlie/Lucifer)

-Adamsapple (Lucifer/Adam)

-Guitarprincess/Chadam (Charlie/Adam)

-Guitarspear (Lute/Adam)

-Blitzø/Cash Buckzo

-Blitzø/Loona

-Betermiles (Peter B. Parker/Miles Morales)

-Flowerfang/Migmi (Miguel O'Hara/Miles Morales)

-Beterday (Mayday Watson-Parker/Peter B. Parker)

I hope I can find cool moots who are cool :D

[lars-n-drix]

Profic Party days 4-6;

event by @profiction-edits

A rarepair that you like but don't talk about much; Konig x Valeria [Call of Duty]

A crossover ship; Izuku Midoriya x Miles Morales [BNHA x Spiderverse]

A poly ship; BFs webcomic polycule

[arachnidskiss]

Miguel doesn’t know what makes her so different from the others. Maybe it’s just all in his head.

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2.4 K

Caution: Dead Dove content, depictions of violence. Please read all tags before proceeding.

Another Love Song About Shit: Read it on A03!

[friesbeforeliess]

My brain feels fuzzy 🥺🙈🥵🩸🩰

[mossmole]

Ahem *shuffles papers*

I know how you guys LOVE enemies to lovers tropes, so listen well when I say....

*SHOUTS INTO MEGAPHONE*

THE SPOT IS 30-40 YEARS OLD AND MILES IS 15!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you for your time. Please leave through the doors at the back of the room, except pro-shippers. Pro-shippers may take the exit to the right which leads directly into a wood chipper.

[circusinthewalls]

☆ Fashion Me a Blessing (AMAB ver.) ☆

Late night meetings full of droning voices and men you can't stand in stuffy board rooms for hours on end, then the grating lights of Nueva York's cityscape on your taxi ride home.. Your head is throbbing, but Miguel knows better than anyone just what you need to take that edge off.

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Tags: Soft Miguel O'Hara, AMAB Reader, Gender-Neutral Terms, Oral Sex, Reader-Receiving, If You Squint , Sub Miguel O'Hara, just a smidge, Miguel is like dangerously head over heels, Short & Sweet, Reader Orgasm, Hints of Body Worship if you look close enough, Proship DNI, MDNI

a/n: Copy and pasted directly from ao3 along with the tags. AMAB version of my super short one-shot 'Fashion Me a Blessing'. Yes the gifs are the same I couldn't be bothered to find a different one rn sorry y'all. [ao3 link] [Masterlist]

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Miguel can't remember how long he's had his head buried between your thighs for now. Only that it's there, and he doesn't dare to think about pulling away anytime soon. You taste fucking divine, so he'll gladly stay like this for the rest of your lives if that's what you want. Working his mouth over you slowly, occasionally taking you in deeper to earn a gasp, while his large hands absent-mindedly grope at your hips and thighs. He loves you, loves this. Absolutely adores doing whatever he can to make your life a little easier and express his devotion in the most physical way he knows how.

Especially when those crimson irises flick up to you now. You're sat half-slumped in the armchair, brow knitted and eyes closed, head relaxed back so beautifully. It's such a stark contrast compared to when you first came in the door. When you looked just about ready to rip some poor asshole's tie off and strangle them with it. When you'd stopped cursing under your breath and kicking your shoes off to take him up on the offer of some 'relief', and then promptly dragged him forward by the hair when he was finally on his knees in front of you.

You tug lightly again now, hips subconsciously grinding forward a little. Of course, he eagerly obliges. Looping his arms under your thighs and taking stronger hold of your waist, he doubles his efforts. His throat does most of the work keeping your cock so firmly buried within it, but his tongue along the underside employs equal fervor in bringing you closer to a blissful orgasm.

The breathy moans and shuddered expletives you let out are all the motivation he needs, and he doesn't stop even as you're cumming into his mouth. No. Instead he works you through it, loosing some satisfied noises of his own while you weakly buck and grind against his face, and he swallows you down.

When you do at last settle he pulls off, face an absolute mess with you.

"Better, amor?" he asks in a quiet rumble.

You're not in any state to properly respond, exhausted and now teetering on being a bit fucked out while you bask in the afterglow, but you hum appreciatively and give a small thumbs up. His mouth tugs into a smile at the sight.

"Good."

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[shouta-edits]

"Can I have a peni parker x hobie brown (spiderverse) moodboard with spider, punk, and tech themes?" - @drunkdriverkillerwhale requested

[hamiltonforpowerpoint]

This is mostly for me but if anyone is also struggling with spiderpunk age debate here’s some dms from Phil Lord (ig I have to say allegedly) (June 7)

[0h4r4-2099]

“You can’t have it all kid.”

Miguel O’Hara:

Transmasc • he/him

Demisexual

35 yrs

Movie/Comics inspiration

Ships with chem (Spiderdad lean)