#miles x reader

𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙚-Miles attempts to draw his girlfriend, but you just cant seem to sit still!

“Maaaa cmon please” Miles groans throwing his head back in frustration.

What had all started as a simple hangout at his place has now escalated into you posing like a mermaid on a rock for your sweet, sweet boyfriends art project due at 11:59 pm.

“Miles you know good and well I can’t sit still! Also you’ve been drawing for a good thirty minutes just let me see!” Your neck was burning, your hips were aching, and you were bored out of your mind! The only thing that was keeping you alive was how fine Miles looked while concentrating. But why couldn’t he have picked a better pose!

Miles begs you to keep still as he tries to continue the drawing, because who knew making a live figure sketch could be so difficult. Especially with such a beautiful model in front of him. And the worst part was the boy felt like he just wasn’t doing your face justice!

“Baby please just ten more minuets. It just hard to capture your features you know?”

“Are you saying I’m ugly? That I’m so hideous my face looks exotic?” This is what zero affection and boredom gets you.

“Baby you know that’s not what I meant.”

Annoyed you begin to crawl out of your position, “ I don’t care I’m done.”

“No no ple-“ Miles quickly jumps onto you trying to stop you from moving, but in the grand scheme of things he ends up with his hand on your thigh and far closer to your face than intended.

You get slightly flustered but not looking away you lock eyes with him, and flash the corniest smile known to man.

Miles shakes his head rapidly denying any thoughts that have found their way to your head. “No I need to finish.”

“Just one and I’ll be as still as a stone.”

Miles contemplates before sighing at your eagerness, I mean who could say no to that face? “Fine..”

Just as you heard those magic words your lips crash onto his and enchanting him right then and there. Finally doing what you actually came for. Miles gets taken away and melts into your embrace. He then tilts your head to deepening what you already have. You fall backwards onto his bed as you break the kiss and pepper his face with even more. Soon after he takes his turn peppering your face as well. “Ma- God I love you.” Series of giggles escapes your lips as he suffocates you with delicate kisses.

Miles pulls away and you both lay there breathless at how carried away you both got. Laughter erupts from you again as you turn and see Miles flushed expression.

Miles grunts turning his head to hide his embarrassment. Remembering the art project he sits up spotting where he dropped his sketchbook.

“Wait-“ You call out causing Miles to whip his head in your direction. You then give him a quick peck on the corner of his mouth. He freezes as you then twist right back into your earlier position whilst flashing him a tooth eating grin.

“As still as a stone”

Thank you all so much for the love on my last miles fics! I’m so glad the fandom isn’t done yet .(*￣3￣)╭Anyways I hope you enjoy this lil fic as I have a longer one on the way!

(∩^o^)⊃━☆God bless!

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Pairing: 42!Miles x 1610!Miles x spiderperson!reader

Summary: You hated how miles was being treated by the spider society, you decide to help him and end up in the wrong dimension meeting another miles?

AN: Did I take 4 months to get this out…Yes, is it another part…Yes? are you gonna love it….Also yes . Also Y/N is any race, or body size you want her to be.

It was chaos ever since the chase. You just couldn’t get miles out of your head, the way he looked, scared but confident, determined he was going to save his dad even if the world was collapsing on him. He was misunderstood… and you hated that nobody else saw it.

but you did…you saw him, you were going to help him. He was not going to go through this alone.

You will be there for him.

Even if that means some rules will be broken.

You followed him, you were just as scared yes did you care no but, something went wrong or something or someone routed the jump. Instead of lively Brooklyn, this Brooklyn felt different,heavier. Quieter. The concrete jungle wasn’t the same.

When you landed you looked around, the streets were darker, graffiti over gang tags. You looked even closer around you; it was an insignia that was green and purple.

There’s no Spider-Man…

You gulped, pulling yourself together turning the corner. Someone dropped down behind you with the same face.

“Yo” his voice was smooth and sly, confident but dangerous. “You lost or sumn, mami?”

You were stunned

Same face. same voice

but not him

Miles Morales but not your Miles Morales stood in front of you, wearing a black hoodie, a mask, gold chains glistening around his neck, His 2 braids shaped his jaw line, and that smirk yeah, this wasn’t the sweet awkward Miles you knew.

“I-Uh think I ended up in the wrong universe”, you stutter, backing up.

“Clearly” he scoffs, looking you up and down stepping closer. “But I ain’t complainin’. Not everyday a spider drops into my city lookin’ like that”.

You cross your arms scoffing, “lookin like what?” you say with bass in your voice.

“Like trouble”, he says with a grin, hands in his pockets walking around you. “Oh don’t get offended though ma, the fun kind of trouble”

Your face heats up instantly. “Nah that’s a crazy thing to say”

He tilts his head with a smirk. “And you blushing my mami”.

You kiss your teeth rolling your eyes covering your face with your mask before he can tease you, but you can feel that smirk without even seeing it.

Hours later you’re hanging out with the other Miles… explaining how there is another Miles and you're trying to help him save his dad. how the sides society won’t listen, how you couldn’t sit back and watch them treat him the way they were.

He leans back against the wall, eyes narrowing thoughtfully.

“So doppleganger me is tryin to save his pops, and they won’t let him?”

“Yeah”, you sigh. “They said it’s gonna break the cannon. like it’s not already broken”.

He hums lowly, stepping closer again, voice dropping to a whisper.

“If it were me… I ain’t lettin nobody tell me who to save especially if it’s my pops”.

You smirk , meeting his eyes

“That’s what I told him to do”.

There’s a pause, a long electrifying pause before he smirks again.

“Guess I like the way you think, spider”

As you were biting your lip nervously, you saw a a glowing portal rip open behind you, and steps out your miles, looking hurt, scared, frantic, and jealous all at one time.

“Y/N? He lets out. “What are you doing here and who the hell is he?”

42!miles sighs and leans in with that infatuating smirk.

“Damn, I have competion…I like that”.

You look at 1610!miles

[ITSV] Miles 1610! x ADHD! Reader Warnings: ADHD, Cursing, and Yk stuff A/N: I rubbed my hands together while writing this with a devious aah grin

Summary: Miles morales 1610 x a reader who has ADHD

╰┈➤⸝⸝★ Spiderman ୭ ˚.

TAKE THAT! aa characters being presented with your profile!

fluff, use of y/n, they/them for y/n, blue text for phoenix are inner thoughts (like in game), probably ooc im so sorry lmao

a/n: this idea is sooooo cute im so inlove with it !!! im probably going to do versions of this with the apollo justice trilogy and tgaa games because this was fun, please enjoy!

PHOENIX WRIGHT

"Y/N? That's my partner, they usually come down to help me out around the office, cleaning, sorting files and bringing me lunch when I forgot.."

"Aren't they adorable? I mean look at that face, I really got lucky.."

"...Why on earth are they looking at me like that?"

"Wait-- You're not supposed to agree with me! People just say that to compliment their partners, this is the part where you tell me how perfect we are for each other or something.."

"This is why I don't talk about my love life at work..."

MILES EDGEWORTH

"Wright? Where on earth did you find a picture of my significant other?- Nevermind that, why exactly are you showing me this?"

"This is my spouse, yes. We've been married for around 3 years and I'm very proud of the fact. If you're looking for them, they aren't here, I make sure they stay far away from my work."

"You seemed shocked to know that I'm married. I'm actually.. sort of offended."

Phoenix catches him sighing as he gazes at the photo later on.

MAYA FEY

"Hey Nick! Where'd you find this picture of Y/N? Have you been spying on me? Rude."

— earth 42 miles morales

— tags; implicated relationship, fluff, slightly suggestive

— note; Miles Morales only talked to one person, you

This is a fic made from my old writing account.

It was pretty known that Miles Morales only talked to one person, you. Y/n L/n.

You two were an unusual pair, Miles was known as that cold, closed off quiet kid who never interacted with anybody at school, or the times that he did, he sounded irritated. Meanwhile, you were known for your extroverted exterior. You were friendly and easy going. Which made people take a liking to you, safe to say you were quite popular.

It surprised everyone that out of all the people you chose to stick around with, it was Miles Morales.

You had transferred to Vision’s academy roughly half a year ago. On your first week you were surrounded by tons of people wanting to talk to you, be your friend and of course try to get at you.

On your second week, you walked through the hallways with Miles on your side, the two of you were always interacting. You were giddy and outlandish whiles he still held his nonchalant attitude, but he contributed to speaking with you a lot. Shocking almost everyone in your grade of course, you were walking and talking with one of the most unapproachable person in the school. Only on your second week.

About a month of this and students got used to it, the two of you walking together, talking after class and eating together during lunch it was all normal.

But it was about two to three months in when classmates started speculating about the current relationship between you and Miles.

The subtle hand holding, the random pecks on the cheek you’d give him, when he’d randomly give you piggyback rides when you when you wanted to head to the basketball court, everyone noticed it, they noticed it all.

Rumors had started that you’ve been dating, whether before transferring or not, other rumors stated more risqué ideas, that you were doing stuff on the low. Hooking up in each other’s dorms when no one was around.

About 4 months in and people where still appalled, whenever the two of you were asked, the question was always dodged, left unanswered, causing more rumors and confusion to spread.

It didn’t bother you two though, you kept going on with your current relationship, for it was non of anyone business.

It was you and Miles’s life after all.

“You know no matter what people say, you still my girl you hear?” Miles would randomly say to you when you were hanging out.

“Yeah I know, nothing’s changing that.”

Earth 42 Miles Morales x Fem Reader

Guys don’t judge, first of all english ain’t my first language. And I wanna change my whole page I want to be aesthetic but I have no idea how to do all of this fancy stuff, so if anyone can help out, I’d appreciate it 🙏. Anyways I’m just getting new into this so I accept criticism <3

Warnings: I have none

You and Miles have been together for a while now. He’s everything you could want in a boyfriend— He’s caring, affectionate, protective and makes always sure you’re safe and alright. But there’s one thing that always been a problem, his Chronic lateness.

Sometimes he’d cancel plans last minute, leaving you hanging with no expectations. He even once came with a bouquet of crushed flowers. He was looking at you with his apologetic expression he would always give you, when he knew he messed up. And then there were nights he came to you bruised and beaten. He hated it when you were worried—though you worried for him constantly. He would tell you the most lamest excuse. He never stopped you from patching him up though. Miles was aware how upset that made you. His excuses were always that he needed to help his mom, his Uncle or that he works on Graffiti’s. Maybe they were true, maybe not.

Either way, you still felt kind of neglected. He still checked out on you or texted you regularly. But you wanted him to show up for you, no distractions, no obligations, just you and him.

One night, looong after you’d fallen asleep, Miles slipped in through your bedroom window. He head a rough night as the Prowler. All he wanted and needed after his patrol, was you in his arms so he would know you’re with him and it’s just you and him asides from his own bullshit. As he slipped in, he saw that the moonlight cast a soft glow over your sleeping face. His features softened. Quietly, he peeled off his jacket, revealing the familiar Prowler suit beneath. He undressed in silence, hiding the suit where you wouldn’t find it. Now in only a tanktop and shorts, his body was covered in bruises and dried blood. But he didn’t cared for now, he just needed to hold you and breath you in. He gently lifted the covers and slipped in beside you. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you close, but carefully not to wake you. Your warmth, your scent—it grounded him. His fingers trailed through a strand of your hair, and he smiled softly to himself. If he could freeze time, he let it. And when he looks at your face, he wanted to protect you from any harm on this world. He loves you, and sometimes he thinks to himself why you’d put up with all of his bullshit, why you put up with his missed calls, his lame excuses, the canceled dates… even the bouquet of crushed flowers. But nevertheless, he’s a damn lucky guy and he’d do anything for you, just to see your smile. He still tries his best, but damn. If you only would know why all of that, that he’s the Prowler. Would you still love him? He didn’t wanted to think about that, he pressed a kiss on top of your head and held you to his chest. The warmth and motion stirred you from sleep, and you slight shifted in his arms. Miles noticed that and whispered softly “Did I Wake you, Baby? I’m sorry.” He kissed your head again, even more tenderly this time as a silent apology. You blinked, rubbing your eyes as your voice came out groggy “Miles?” He let out a quiet chuckle. “Yeah it’s me baby.” You have a tired laugh and looked up to him with half lidded eyes. “You snuck in again, didn’t you?” He rolled his eyes and grinned “What? Is it a crime that I want to see my girl?” You could barely see him in the darkness of your room, and the shadows didn’t help. So you reached over and turned on the light on your bedside table— only to see his faintly bruised face. “Miles… what happened ?” You asked, voice laced with worry. “It’s nothing.” He muttered, trying to pull you back onto his chest— but he winced and you didn’t let it happen. “Don’t lie to me. What happened?” He looked away, His eyes were tired, guilty. “Baby… I don’t wanna talk about it.” You sighed, didn’t press. Instead, you got out of the bed and walked towards the bathroom. Miles watched your figure disappear. He knew what you were doing. This wasn’t the first time. You’d patched him up more nights than he could count.

But tonight felt different.

He could sense it. You were more upset than usual. And for once, he didn’t even try to lie— he was too tired. He just wanted your comfort. You returned with the first aid kit and sat on the edge of the bed. You motioned him to sit up, and he obeyed, lifting up his tanktop. You cleaned his wounds, slow and careful, even as he gripped the sheets in pain he stayed quiet. When you reached his face, he flinched as you touched his bruised lip. “Sorry.” You muttered softly “it’s okay.” He whispered back softly.

As you finished bandaging him, he looked up at you with that familiar apologetic expression and gently took your hand in his.“I’m sorry,” he murmured, barely above a whisper. You didn’t respond with words. Instead, you leaned in and pressed a slow, tender kiss to his lips. He froze for a moment, surprised—but only for a heartbeat. Then he melted into it, kissing you back. One hand came up to cup your cheek, the other resting firmly on your waist, pulling you closer. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he guided you onto his lap, keeping you close like he never wanted to let go. The kiss broke, and he buried his head into your shoulder, holding you tighter. Your chest pressed against his, making him wince. "Miles—” "Please… just let me hold you.” He murmured and kissed your neck softly and relaxed into you. You held him, massaging his scalp. He loved that. Still, your voice came out barely above a whisper. “Miles… is everything okay?” He pulled back to look at you. His face was open, vulnerable… and nervous. He knew he couldn’t keep this secret any longer, he knew he had to tell you now or never. "Babe… I need to tell you something.”

That sentence alone sent a chill through you. "I’m listening,” you said, bracing yourself. He swallowed hard, his hands tightening around your waist. "Promise me you won’t hate me. Promise me nothing will change. Promise me you’ll still love me.” You’d never seen him this nervous. "Miles,” you said, trying to soothe him. "I’m serious. Promise me.” He said desperately. Your heart sank. “Is it that bad?” He didn’t answer at first. “Wait… are you cheating on me?” This sentence came out from your mouth before you could’ve stopped it. He blinked, stunned. "Seriously? That’s the first thing you accuse me to do?“ He scoffs and was clearly annoyed and somehow disappointed that you think that he’s cheating on you, he shakes his head ,,No, I do not cheat on you. I’d never do that.“ He sighs. I’m sorry… it’s just—” you hesitated, your voice cracking slightly. “You’ve been canceling our dates, and every time I go to your place, your mom says you’re not home. It just… feels like I’m bothering you.” You looked away . Miles’s expression softened with guilt as he quickly reached out, gently taking your chin between his fingers and turning your face back to his. “No, no, no… baby, look at me.” His gaze locked with yours, and in that moment, he saw it all, the hurt, the confusion, the quiet disappointment in your eyes. It hit him like a punch to the chest. "I would never cheat on you,” he said firmly, voice low but full of emotion. “I don’t even look at other girls. You’re it for me. Only you. I swear.” He took a breath, voice trembling just slightly. “I know I haven’t been there like I should’ve. And I’m so sorry for that. Really, I am. But don’t think for a second that you’re a burden. You’re not. You never have been.” He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, then pulled back, offering a faint, comforting smile. "If I could, I’d spend every second with you.” But despite the warmth of his words, your question still lingered, he hadn’t explained anything. "Then… why?” you asked quietly. Miles felt his chest tighten. He knew the truth had to come out. He couldn’t keep holding it in—if he didn’t tell you now, you’d both be stuck in this cycle of silence and half-truths. He looked away, jaw tense, nerves crawling up his spine. "Just… promise me—” You cut him off, your voice rising with desperation. “Miles, I promise. Anything. But please, just tell me the truth.” He stared at you for a long moment… then finally exhaled, slowly, and prepared to say the one thing he was terrified to let you hear. Miles inhaled sharply, steadying his nerves. “Okay… okay, here it goes.” He paused, eyes flickering to the floor for a beat before finally meeting yours again. "The reason I’m out late… the reason I cancel plans or disappear without warning—it’s because…” His voice dropped. “I’m the Prowler.” He watched your face closely, terrified of what he’d see. Rejection. Fear. Disgust. But you just stared at him, wide eyed, stunned, curious. "…Say something,” he whispered. “Please.” You blinked, pulling yourself out of the whirlwind in your head. “You’re serious?” Miles nodded slowly. “Y/N, I’ve never been more serious in my life. Only you and Uncle Aaron know. That’s it. No one else.” He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He held you tighter as he bit down on his bottom lip. It was a nervous habit he couldn’t break, especially not now. Not when he was this exposed. “If you don’t believe me,” he added quickly, “I can show you the suit. I have it here, hidden.” You were silent again, your brain racing as everything finally started to click. All the excuses, the bruises, the lies.

“Y/N… please,” Miles said again, his voice cracking slightly. “You’re freaking me out. Say something. Anything.” You finally looked up at him, your voice quiet. “Miles… I’m just… putting all the puzzle pieces together.” His shoulders tensed. Panic flashed in his eyes. His voice dipped lower, almost too quiet to hear. “Do you hate me now?” “God, Miles—no. No, I don’t hate you,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “I just… I don’t understand why you didn’t told me sooner.” Your voice was soft, trying to soothe him. Reassure him. Miles exhaled, his shoulders relaxing just a little. “I thought you’d be disappointed at me. Or worse, hate me,” he admitted quietly. “And it’s risky for you to even know, if anyone ever finds out you know who I am…” He trailed off, pulling you into his arms, holding you tightly like he was scared you’d slip away at any second. "I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered, his voice thick with guilt. “I didn’t want to lie, I just… didn’t know how to tell you.” You could feel how tense he was, how vulnerable and desperate. Your heart broke for him, but you also understood. You wrapped your arms around him and held him close. "Hey, hey… Miles, it’s okay,” you murmured softly. “I still love you. That hasn’t changed.” Wanting to show him you meant it, you reached up, cupped his face gently in your hands, and kissed him. Slow. Sure. Like you weren’t scared of any part of him. The kiss caught him off guard for a second, but then he melted into it—his hand coming up to rest on your cheek, thumb brushing your skin. "I love you too, baby,” he said against your lips. When he pulled away, he looked at you like you were the only thing keeping him from falling apart. “You don’t… you don’t see me as dangerous?” he asked, hesitation flickering in his eyes. You shook your head immediately, firm. “No, baby. Never.” You leaned in and kissed his cheek. He flushed just a little but couldn’t stop the small smile that crept onto his face. Then he wrapped his arms around you again, pulling you tight into his chest, resting his head in the crook of your neck. For a moment, neither of you spoke. You just stayed like that, in the comfort of each other’s arms, breathing in sync. Miles’s hand moved slowly up and down your back, grounding himself with your warmth. Then, his voice broke the silence.“I’m always gonna protect you,” he murmured. “You know that, right?” You smiled against his shoulder. “I know.”

After a quiet moment, curiosity got the best of you. Your voice was playful but cautious. “So… now that you’ve told me the truth,” you said, glancing down at the bandages on his body, “can I ask… who did this to you?” Miles sighed, then smirked faintly. “Some dumbass criminals,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Let’s just say they’re not conscious anymore, mami.” You couldn’t help but laugh, and he chuckled with you, the tension finally lifting between you. He leaned back onto the bed, and you moved with him, lying gently on top of him. He wrapped his arms around you like you were something sacred, something he could never risk losing. His chin rested lightly on top of your head, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart under your cheek.

He held you like something fragile and irreplaceable, his hand sliding under the hem of your shirt just to feel the warmth of your skin against his palm. His chin rested lightly on top of your head, and for a while, the only sound was the rhythm of his heartbeat, steady beneath your ear. “You’re really not mad?” he asked, voice low. You lifted your head just enough to look at him, brushing your fingers along his jaw. “A bit.” Miles chuckled a bit, but his expression still a bit apologetic.

“But,” you added, your voice soft but certain. “You can be the Prowler, you can carry the whole damn city on your back but you’ll always be my Miles first.” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned up, kissing you like he finally understood you weren’t going anywhere. It was slow and deep something that felt like a promise in itself. And when he pulled away, his voice cracked just a little.

“You have no idea what that means to me.”He smiled against your lips.

And just like that, the storm outside his world quieted. Because no matter how loud life got, no matter how brutal his nights became—he had this.

He had you.

pairing: miles edgeworth x gn!reader

tags: established romantic relationship, making out in secret, tiny bit suggestive, smitten & flustered!miles

miles edgeworth is normally so well put together that rarely anything can phase him, but seeing you in formal attire for the first time? yeah, that gets a reaction out of him!

despite having dated you for a while now and having seen you in various outfits, he's never seen you in something as elegant and classy as this!

this might be the first time you ever hear him stutter, as miles stumbles over his words to get out a compliment that sounds genuine but doesn't come over too strong!

if you politely take the compliment, miles will be stealing glances at you the entire evening, unable to keep his eyes off you!

but if you tease him about how flustered he is around you? well, then he'll be unable to keep his hands off you for the night…

having you tease him snaps miles out of his nervousness and gets him to do what he really wants to do when seeing you in this outfit: make out with you!

you just look so good and he knows he'll never get a chance like this again any time soon! so as soon as he finds a quiet place, miles will be all over you, kissing you, while also pulling away every few minutes to admire how good you look in that outfit…