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demigod-of-the-agni · 1 month

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Spider-Man India, but... where from India?

A SUPER long post featuring talks of: cultural identity, characterisation, the caste system, and what makes Spider-Man Spider-Man.

I’m prefacing this by saying that I am a second-generation immigrant. I was born in Australia, but my cultural background is from South India. My experiences with what it means to be “Indian” is going to be very different from the experiences of those who are born and brought up in India.

If you, reader, want to add anything, please reblog and add your thoughts. This is meant to be a post open for discussion — the more interaction we get, the better we become aware of these nuances.

So I made this poll asking folks to pick a region of India where I would draw Pavitr Prabhakar in their cultural wear. This idea had been on my mind for a long while now, as I had been inspired by Annie Hazarika’s Northeastern Spidey artwork in the wake of ATSV’s release, but never got the time to actually do it until now. I wanted to get a little interactive and made the poll so I could have people choose which of the different regions — North, Northeast, Central, East, West, South — to do first.

The outcome was not what I expected. As you can see, out of 83 votes:

THE RESULTS

South India takes up almost half of all votes (44.6%), followed by Northeast and Central (both 14.5%) and then East (13.3%). In all my life growing up, support towards or even just the awareness of South India was pretty low. Despite this being a very contained poll, why would nearly half of all voters pick South India in favour of other popular choices like Central or North India?

Then I thought about the layout of the poll: Title, Options, Context.

Title: "Tell us who you want to see…"

Options: North, Northeast, Central, East, West, South

Context: I want to make art of the boy again

At first I thought: ah geez. this is my fault. I didn't make the poll clear enough. do they think I want them to figure out where Pavitr came from? That's not what I wanted, maybe I should have added the context before the options.

Then I thought: ah geez. is it my fault for people not reading the entire damn thing before clicking a button? That's pretty stupid.

But regardless, the thought did prompt a line of thinking I know many of us desi folk have been considering since Spider-Man India was first conceived — or, at least, since the announcement that he was going to appear in ATSV. Hell, even I thought of it:

Where did Spider-Man India come from?

FROM A CULTURALLY DIVERSE INDIA

As we know, India is so culturally diverse, and no doubt ATSV creators had to take that into account. Because the ORIGINAL Spider-Man India came from Mumbai — most likely because Mumbai and Manhattan both started with the same letter.

But going beyond that, it’s also because Mumbai is one of the most recognisable cities in India - it’s also known as Bombay. It’s where Bollywood films are shot. It’s where superstar Hindi actors and actresses show up. Mumbai is synonymous with India in that regard, because the easiest way Western countries can interact with Indian culture is through BOLLYWOOD, through HINDI FILMS, through MUMBAI. Suddenly, India is Mumbai, India is a Hindi-only country, India is just this isolated thing we see through an infinitely narrow lens.

We’ve gotten a little better in recent years, but boy I will tell you how uncomfortable I’ve gotten when people (yes, even desi people) come up to me and tell me, Oh, you’re Indian right? Can you speak Hindi? Why don’t you speak Hindi? You’re not Indian if you don’t speak Hindi, that’s India’s national language!

I have been — still am — so afraid of telling people that I don’t speak Hindi, that I’m Tamil, that I don’t care that Hindi is India’s “national” language (it’s an administrative language, Kavin, get your fucking facts right). It’s weird, it’s isolating, and it has made me feel like I wasn’t “Indian” enough to be accepted into the group of “Indian” people.

So I am thankful that ATSV went out of their way to integrate as much variety of Indian culture into the Mumbattan sequence. Maybe that way, the younger generation of desi folk won’t feel so isolated, and that younger Western people will be more open to learning about all these cultural differences within such a vast country.

BUT WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH SPIDER-MAN INDIA?

Everything, actually. There’s a thing called supremacy. You might have heard of it. We all engaged with it at some point, and if you are Indian, no matter where you live, it is inescapable.

It happens the moment you are born — who your family is, where you are born, the language you speak, the colour of your skin; these will be bound to you for life, and it is nigh impossible to break down the stereotypes associated with them.

Certain ethnic groups will be more favourable than others (Centrals, and thus their cultures, will always be favoured over than Souths, as an example) and the same can be said for social groups (Brahmins are more likely to secure influential roles in politics or other areas like priesthood, while the lowers castes, especially Dalits, aren’t even given the decency of respect). Don’t even get me started on colourism, where obviously those of fairer skin will win the lottery while those of darker skin aren’t given the time of day. It’s even worse when morality ties into it — “lighter skinned Indians, like Brahmins, embody good qualities like justice and wisdom”, “dark skinned Indians are cunning and poor, they are untrustworthy”. It’s fucking nuts.

This means, of course, you have a billion people trying to make themselves heard in a system that tries to crush everyone who is not privileged. It only makes sense that people want to elevate themselves and break free from a society that refuses to acknowledge them. These frustrations manifest outwardly, like in protests, but other times — most times — it goes unheard, quietly shaping your way of life, your way of thinking. It becomes a fundamental part of you, and it can go unacknowledged for generations.

So when you have a character like Pavitr Prabhakar enter the scene, people immediately latch onto him and start asking questions many Western audiences don’t even consider. Who is he? What food does he eat? What does he do on Fridays? What’s his family like, his community? All these questions pop up, because, amidst all this turmoil going on in the background, you want a mainstream popular character to be like you, who knows your way of life so intimately, that he may as well be a part of your community.

BUT THAT'S THE THING — HE'S FICTIONAL

I am guilty of this. In fact, I’ve flaunted in numerous posts how I think he’s the perfect Tamil boy, how he dances bharatanatyam, how he does all these Tamil things that no one will understand except myself. All these niche things that only I, and maybe a few others, will understand.

I’ve seen other people do it, too. I’ve seen people geek out over his dark brown skin, his kalari dhoti, how he fights so effortlessly in the kalaripayattu martial arts style. I’ve seen people write him as Malayali, as Hindi, as every kind of Indian person imaginable.

I’ve also seen him be written where he’s subjected to typical Indian and broader Asian stereotypes. You know the ones I’m so fond of calling out. The thing is, I’ve seen so much of Pavitr being presented in so many different ways, and I worry how the rest of the desi folk will take it.

You finally have a character who could be you, but now he’s someone else’s plaything. Your entire life is shaped by what you can and can’t do simply because you were born to an Indian family, and here’s the one person who could represent you now at the mercy of someone else’s whims. He’s off living a life that is so distant from yours, you can hardly recognise him.

It shouldn’t hurt as much as it does, yeah? But, again, you’re looking at it from that infinitely narrow lens Westerners use to look at India from Bollywood.

AND PAVITR PRABHAKAR DOESN'T LIVE IN INDIA

He lives in Mumbattan. He lives in a made-up, fictional world that doesn’t follow the way of life of our world. He lives in a city where Mumbai and Manhattan got fucking squashed together. There are so many memes about colonialism right there. Mumbattan isn’t real! Spider-Man India isn’t real!! He’s just a dude!! The logic of our world doesn’t apply to him!!!

“But his surname originates from ______” okay but does that matter?

“But he’s wearing a kalari dhoti so surely he’s ______” okay but does that matter?

“But his skin colour is darker so he must be ______” okay but does that matter?

“But he lives in Mumbai so he must be ______” okay but does that matter?

I sound insensitive and brash and annoying and it looks like I’m yapping just for the sake of riling you up, so direct that little burst of anger you got there at me, and keep reading.

Listen. I’m going to ask you a question that I’ve asked myself a million times over. I want you to answer honestly. I want you to ask this question to yourself and answer honestly:

Are you trying to convince me on who Pavitr Prabhakar should be?

... but why shouldn't i?

I’ll tell you this again — I did the same thing. You’re not at fault for this, but I want you to just...have a little think over. Just a little moment of self-reflection, to think about why you are so intent on boxing this guy.

It took me a while to reorganise my thinking and how to best approach a character like Pavitr, so I will give you all the time you need as well as a little springboard to focus your thoughts on.

SPIDER-MAN (INDIA) IS JUST A MASK

“What I like about the costume is that anybody reading Spider-Man in any part of the world can imagine that they themselves are under the costume. And that’s a good thing.”

Stan Lee said that. Remember how he was so intent on making sure that everybody got the idea that Spider-Man as an entity is fundamentally broken without Peter Parker there to put on the suit and save the day? That ultimately it was the person beneath the mask, no matter who they were, that mattered most?

Spider-Man India is no less different. You can argue with me that Peter Parker!Spidey is supposed to represent working class struggles in the face of leering corporate entities who endanger the regular folk like us, and so Pavitr Prabhakar should also function the same way. Pavitr should also be a working class guy of this specific social standing fighting people of this other social standing.

But that takes away the authenticity of Spider-Man India. Looking at him through the Peter Parker lens forces you to look at him through the Western lens, and it significantly lessens what you can do with the character — suddenly, it’s a fight to be heard, to be seen, to be recognised. It’s yelling over each other that Pavitr Prabhakar is this ethnicity, is that caste, this or that, this or that, this or that.

There’s a reason why he’s called Spider-Man India, infuriatingly vague as it is. And that’s the point — the vagueness of his identity fulfils Lee’s purpose for a character that could theoretically be embodied by anyone. If he had been called “Spider-Man Mumbai”, you cut out a majority of the population (and in capitalist terms, you cut out a good chunk of the market).

And in the case of Spider-Man India? Whew — you’ve got about a billion people imagining a billion different versions of him.

Whoever you are, whatever you see in Pavitr, that is what is personal to you, and there is nothing wrong with that, and I will not fault you for it. I will not fault you for saying Pavitr is from Central due to the origins of his last name. I also will not fault you for saying Pavitr is from South due to him practising kalaripayattu. I also will not fault you for saying he is not Hindu. I also will not fault you for saying he is a particular ethnicity without any proof.

What I will fault you for is trying to convince me and the others around you that Pavitr Prabhakar should be this particular ethnicity/have this cultural background because of some specific reason. I literally don’t care and it is fundamentally going against his character, going against the “anyone can wear the mask” sentiment of Spider-Man. By doing this, you are strengthening the walls that first divided us. You’re feeding the stratification and segmentation of our cultures — something that is actually not present in the fictional world of Mumbattan.

Like I said before: Mumbattan isn’t real, so the divides between ethnicities and cultural backgrounds are practically nonexistent. The best thing is that it is visually there for all to see. My favourite piece of evidence is this:

It’s a marquee for a cinema in the Mumbattan sequence, in the “Quick tour: this is where the traffic is” section. It has four titles; the first three are written in Hindi. The fourth title is written in Tamil. You go to Mumbai and you won’t see a single shred of Tamil there, much less any other South Indian language. Seeing this for the first time, you know what went through my head?

Wow, the numerous cultures of India are so intermingled here in Mumbattan! Everyone and everything is welcome!

I was happy, not just because of Tamil representation, but because of the fact that the plethora of Indian cultures are showcased coexisting in such a short sequence. This is India embracing all the little parts that make up its grander identity. This scene literally opened my eyes seeing such beauty in all the diverse cultures thriving together. In a place where language and cultural backgrounds blend so easily, each one complementing one another.

It is so easy to believe that, from this colourful palette of a setting, Pavitr Prabhakar truly is Spider-Man India, no matter where he comes from.

It’s easy to believe that Pavitr can come from any part of India, and I won’t call you out if the origin you have for him is different from the origin I have. You don’t need to stake out territory and stand your ground — you’re entitled to that opinion, and I respect it. In fact, I encourage it!!!

Because there’s only so much you can show in a ten minute segment of a film about a country that has such a vast history and even greater number of cultures. I want to see all of it — I want him to be a Malayali boy, a Hindi boy, a Bengali boy, a Telugu boy, an Urdu boy, whatever!! I want you to write him or draw him immersed in your culture, so that I can see the beauty of your background, the wonderful little things that make your culture unique and different from mine!

And, as many friends have said, it’s so common for Indian folks to be migrating around within our own country. A person with a Maharashtrian surname might end up living in Punjab, and no one really minds that. I’m actually from Karnataka, my family speaks Kannada, but somewhere down the line my ancestors moved to Tamil Nadu and settled down and lived very fulfilling lives. So I don’t actually have the “pure Tamil” upbringing, contrary to popular belief; I’ve gotten a mix of both Kannada and Tamil lifestyles, and it’s made my life that much richer.

So it’s common for people to “not” look like their surname, if that’s what you’re really afraid about. In fact, it just adds to that layer of nuance, that even despite these rigid identities between ethnicities we as Indian people still intermingle with one another, bringing slivers of our cultures to share with others. Pavitr could just as well have been born in one state and moved around the country, and he happens to live in Mumbattan now. It’s entirely possible and there’s nothing to disprove that.

We don’t need to clamber over one another declaring that only one ethnicity is the “right” ethnicity, because, again, you will be looking at Pavitr and the rest of India in that narrow Western lens — a country with such rich cultural variety reduced to a homogenous restrictive way of life.

THE POLL: REINTERPRETED

This whole thing started because I was wondering why my little poll was so skewed — I thought people assumed I was asking them where he came from, then paired his physical appearance with the most logical options available. I thought it was my fault, that I had somehow influenced this outcome without knowing.

Truth is, I will never really know. But I will be thankful for it, because it gave me the opportunity to finally broach this topic, something that many of us desi folk are hesitant to talk about. I hope you have learned something from this, whether you are desi or a casual Spider-Man fan or someone who just so happened to stumble upon this.

So just…be a little more open. Recognise that India, like many many countries and nations, is made up of a plethora of smaller cultures. And remember, if you’re trying to convince Pavitr that he’s a particular ethnicity, he’s going to wave his hand at you and say, “Ha, me? No, I’m one of the people that live here in the best Indian city! I’m Spider-Man India, dost!”

(Regardless, he still considers you a friend, because to him, the people matter more to him than you trying to box him into something he’s not.)

#long post + more tags that kinda spiral away BUT expand on the points above AND kinda puts everything together concisely #BROS THIS IS AN HONEST TO GOD ESSAY #THAT HAS BEEN COOKING IN MY HEART FOR A WHILE NOW. SIMMERING FOR MONTHS BEFORE FINALLY BOILING OVER IN THE LAST WEEK #genuinely hope you read MOST of it because yes it has Quite A Lot Of Exposition but it all matters nonetheless #put in a lot of thought into this so i expect you to do your part and challenge your thoughts as well #you see how i'm not asking for you to listen to me. but to actually Think. i want you to cook your thoughts and add some spice and flavour #and give it a good mix so you can come out of this a little more wiser than before #because!!! yeah!!!! spider man india is just that!! he's indian!!!!! we don't need to collectively agree on where he comes from #bc it gets rid of that relatability factor of spider man. at the most basic level #think of it as a schrodinger's. he is every single culture and none of them at the same time. therefore none of us are wrong!! sick!!!!#pavitr's first priority is making sure HIS PEOPLE are safe. that's probably as far as we can go that relates him back to peter parker spide #he loves his people and working in the name of justice to FIGHT for HIS PEOPLE is just the duty/responsibility he takes up #it makes sense that he loves everyone and every culture he engages with bc that's the nature of spider man i suppose #if peter parker spidey acts as the guardian for the regular folk.. then in my mind pavitr spidey stands as the bridge uniting the people #because society as its core is very fragmented. and having pavitr act as a connection to other folks.... mmmmm beautiful #that's what i'm talking abouttttt !!!#anyways guys this is literally 3001 words on my document EXCLUDING THE TITLE. THAT'S 7 PAGES AT 11pt FONT. i'm literally cryingggg wtf #pavitr prabhakar #spider man #spider man india #desi #desiblr #atsv #across the spiderverse #atsv pavitr #indian culture #india #desi tumblr #what the fuck do i tag this as #agnirambles

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spideryoink · 2 months

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Sometimes I’m reading a fic and it looks like it’s about to do some great angst until it turns left into woobifying the central character HARD.

#like bro I was so with you #I was ok with a little woob #a little woob or like actual good angst not making him unreadable #how to make a persons brain melt with one sentence #like NO a reveal of a secret would not make a little shit character suddenly subservient NO GOD #peter parker #Tim drake #Merlin #however #if mega woob is your vibe good for you #alas I am not in the mood at the moment #fan fiction #fanfic writing

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winterspiderpurrs · 27 days

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Peter surprising Bucky by taking him to goat yoga cause he knows how much he misses his farm on Wakanda.

#writing prompt #winterspider #peter parker x bucky barnes #could just be good bros #whatever floats your boat #winterspider friendship #winterspiderpurrs #bucky barnes #peter parker

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mostsanescarletspiderfan · 3 months

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This is how I feel everyday since NWH came out and overrun the spider bros tag.

#spider bros #peter parker #spider man #ben reilly #scarlet spider #kaine parker #comic books #marvel #what if we all started to spam the good spider bros content so the evil can get out #anti mcu

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spicyhamsamson · 1 year

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Guy with main personality trait of “Spider-Man Enjoyer”

“I can’t stop fucking winning”(has been losing up until this point since roughly a year ago)

#spiderman #spider-man #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #miles morales #peter parker #peter b parker #spider man #into the spider verse #spider man into the spider verse #that’s right FUCK YOU Zeb Wells #finally some good fucking food #and then we’re gonna get the next insomniac game soon? OUGH #what a time to be a Spider-Man fan #btw shoutouts to the trans flag and blm stickers in the trailer #this movie is gonna fucking rock bro

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ctrsara · 1 year

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Setting Things Straight

@irondadmadlads Irondad Prompt #31: Peter suddenly starts struggling in school. Tony isn’t sure what’s going on, until he learns Peter has a new teacher; one who’s seemingly out to get him.

Tony decides going straight to the source is the best way to handle it.

#post spider man homecoming #strands in the rope #Midtown Tech #irondad and spiderson #tony stark & peter parker #ned leeds is a good bro #Tony Stark is a Good Mentor #irondad prompts

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movedtodykedvonte · 10 months

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Electro in the au would be the child of an extreme environmental activist that really wanted to find a way to make renewable energy with us as the source and things go wrong, super wrong actually, when he gets his wish.

Max is encased in his own self sustaining field of bioelectricity that makes it impossible to interact with things without electrocuting them and he accidentally wounds his dad and runs away in a shamed panic. Due to not being able to control his abilities he causes mass destruction that the government wants to bring him in for (along with government testing) making his panic worse.

Spider-Man comes to help and realizes that Max is just a scared kid like he was when he first got his powers (tho Max is like 16-17 here) and decides to take him under his wing in hopes to give the city a new hero after telling him he and his dad just need time to settle things over and he’ll forgive him. (Goes by hero name Electro during this)

They got to find his dad and discovered that his dad was taken due to competitors wanting to replicate his work despite him saying it’s not stable. Max and Spider-Man go to save him when a rift happens after an argument over lethal force happens. Spider-Man wanting to minimize damage while Electro will do whatever it takes. Electro’s volatile nature gets them found out and when he goes for the kill on the guy who orchestrated his dads kidnapping Spider-Man tackles him to get him to stop causing him to fatally injure his dad.

The facility is ruined and both have to flee but not before Electro swears to get even for Spider-Man(?) his fathers death.

#I like to imagine he sandman and hydro man like have an apartment together and sandman becomes his pseudo father figure dude to electros #powers not really hurting him and sandman being good person does bad things core and being a dad at heart #he’s like a fuck ass teen who is like Spidey you can end a lot #of crime if you send a message and then threatens to electrocute someone’s eyes out as like a hero and Peters like hey bro can you not #he’s like an extremist villain who follows in his dads legacy by attacking corporations and spideys like damn I shouldn’t help but I have to #max dillon #electro #spiderman #Spider-Man(?) au #peter parker #Spiderverse

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moritashie · 1 year

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"Congratulations! It's a boy!" Coming from Rhodey when he meets Peter in a fanfic is my ultimate guilty pleasure.

#Peter honorary-Stark Parker #iron dad #marvel #spider son #headcanon #fanfiction #rhodey is a good bro

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sincericida · 10 months

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ANDREW GARFIELD with a fan at the Superhero Comic Con San Antonio - day two

"HE PUT ON MY HEART SHAPED SUNNIES AHHHHHHHHHH THANK YOU ANDREW GARFIELD" (sudokusalad tt)

Andrew PLEEEEEEEASE 😭

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marvelous-writer · 2 years

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Not So Super Side Effects

Summary: Peter is recovering at the Stark lake house from a broken leg when Dr. Banner makes a house call to bring him some newly formulated pain medication to help him with the pain.

Things just don’t go as smoothly as Tony and Bruce hoped they would.

Whumptober Day 1: Adverse Reactions & “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

@whumptober @whumptober-archive

Rating: G

Word Count: 3,786

Genre: whump, hurt/comfort, fluff, humor

Link to read on AO3

“Just—you have to sit still, Pete.” Tony says, a hint of frustration in his voice as he tries to adjust the pillows behind Peter’s back on the chaise section of the couch as the teen squirms in his seat.

“But I’m so sick of sitting around all the time. I have things I need to do!” Peter whines as he throws his arms out to his sides.

“Not with a broken leg you don’t,” Tony says, gesturing to Peter’s right leg that’s encased in a navy blue cast, propped up on a thick throw pillow. “If there’s anything you need, you let me know and I’ll get it for you. No putting weight on that leg—doctor’s orders and I know you don’t want to make Bruce angry.” He adds with a hint of sarcasm.

Peter just sighs, rolling his eyes as he folds his arms over his chest. “I know, but it’s still not fair.”

“I know.” Tony says in an understanding voice.

“And it’s not fair that I stupidly tripped on my own foot and fell down the stairs with the stupid elevator being down in Happy’s apartment building.”

“I know.” Tony repeats, nodding.

“It’s not fair that I can’t even walk to the bathroom by myself.” Peter says, folding his arms over his chest.

Tony lets out a light sigh as he gives Peter a pointed look. The kid is just turned nineteen, yet he still reminds him of the fifteen year old he met all those years ago, especially now with how childish he’s being over a broken leg. He knows Peter well enough now to know that the last thing he wants to do is inconvenience anyone. He wants to be independent and take care of other people’s needs before his own.

But can Tony blame him? He’d probably be whining about it too if he were in the poor kid’s shoes.

“Pete,” he says. “I hate to tell you this but life isn’t fair, kiddo. We just have to accept it and deal with it.”

Peter lets out a sigh, his shoulders slumping. “Yeah…” he agrees. “Sorry for whining about it. It’s just-”

“Not fair?” Tony finishes with a teasing grin, only to earn a weak glare from Peter in return, causing Tony to chuckle. “I know what you mean. I’ve been down for the count quite a few times in my life and I know what it’s like. But you’re going to be back on your feet in no time, okay? Bruce is going to swing by in a little bit to bring you your new pain meds that will help. So in the meantime, how about I make us some lunch and we can watch a movie?”

Peter nods, giving in with a small, grateful smile. “Sure.”

…

After fixing them some sandwiches for lunch, Tony settles down on the couch next to Peter and watch an episode of the new Obi-Wan Kenobi show. They’re almost twenty minutes into the second episode when he notices Peter shifting in his seat and clenching his fists.

Tony’s frowns in concern. “You okay, kiddo?”

Peter doesn’t answer him for a few moments as his face pinches slightly. “Yeah…” he answers in an unsure voice as he reaches forward and rubs his injured leg near his knee.

“Is your leg bothering you?” Tony asks.

Peter’s brows pull together as he breathes out a sigh, sitting back into the couch cushions. “A little.”

Tony nods as he pulls out his phone from his pocket, already starting to text his friend. “I’ll text him and ask his ETA with those pain meds.”

“Thanks.” Peter says in a grateful tone.

It takes only a few minutes for Bruce to text back.

“He says he’s already on his way—about twenty minutes or so.” Tony says, looking up from his phone.

“That’s good.” Peter says. “Maybe we can ask him to take a look at my new web formula while he’s here?”

Tony gives him a pointed look. “You’re just wanting to get off the couch and down in the lab.”

“What? I am not.” Peter weakly defends himself, a smile creeping onto his face.

Tony breathes out a laugh as he shakes his head. “Yeah, sure you’re not.”

Peter’s smile grows as he gives a small one-shouldered shrug as he looks back to the tv, watching Obi-Wan walk across the sandy dunes of Tatooine with the twin suns glaring harshly above him.

…

“Dr. Banner has arrived.” Friday’s announces, her soft voice coming from the speakers above.

And sure enough, Tony can hear tires rolling to a stop against the gravel driveway outside.

“Great. Thanks, Fri.” Tony says as he looks over at Peter, who is still sound asleep.

He had fallen asleep not even twenty minutes ago, shortly after they started the third episode of the show. The poor kid was clearly exhausted and in pain, judging by the way his brows are pulled together in discomfort, even in his sleep. His brown leg hasn’t allowed him to get any proper sleep these past few days with the dull, throbbing pain. That’s why Tony called in a favor to Bruce to up Peter’s dosage on his pain meds but Bruce ultimately decided to whip up a new and improved batch since the ones they already have for Peter were more of a prototype medication. They took the edge off of the pain and made him a little loopy, but clearly not enough to completely numb the pain. Hopefully these new pain meds will do the trick for Peter so he can get the rest he needs.

Tony quietly stands up and heads over to the front door, grabbing his thin coat on the coat rack before stepping outside, feeling a crisp, fall breeze rush past him.

Tony leans on the porch railing and folds his arms as he watches Bruce get out of the car. “Hey, green bean. How was the drive?”

Bruce laughs at the nickname, smiling as he grabs his medical bag from the passenger seat before shutting the door. “Not too bad. The foliage was beautiful coming down here. The trees at the compound haven’t changed yet. In due time, I guess.”

Tony nods as he looks up at the big elm trees across the yard. It’s leaves have now turned almost completely red, yellow and orange.

“How’s Peter doing today?” Bruce asks as he walks towards the porch.

“He’s sleeping now, the poor kid. His leg was acting up today like last night,” Tony says. “I think he’s getting a bit stir crazy though. One thing he hates doing is sitting still for too long.”

Bruce nods with a small smile. “I know the feeling,” he says, coming up the porch steps. “As you know, the break in his leg was deep so it’s taking his body a little longer to heal it, even with his enhanced healing abilities. That could also be a contributor to the pain he’s in. I used Steve’s as a baseline for the chemical compounds and such with his enhanced metabolism. Let’s hope they do the trick to take the edge off Peter’s pain.”

“Let’s hope.” Tony says in agreement as he pushes off the railing and heads back to the door.

When they both step inside the house, Tony looks across the room over to Peter, who is still sound asleep on the couch.

“Do you want a sandwich or anything?” Tony offers.

“Uh, yeah sure, please. I’m going to take everything out so we can give him his first dose now. I think I’ll hang around for a little bit just to make sure it works before I head back.”

“You can stay as long as you want, Brucie. No need to ask.” Tony says with a grin as he heads towards the kitchen, glancing over at Peter as he goes to make Bruce his sandwich.

It only takes Tony a few minutes to make the sandwich—turkey, lettuce, cheddar cheese, and pickles to be exact— he walks back out into the living room as Bruce is going though his medical bag, taking out an orange prescription bottle.

“Thanks,” Bruce says with a grateful smile as he puts the bottle down on the end table next to the couch, taking the plate from Tony’s outstretched hand.

Tony walks around him and leans down next to Peter, gently shaking the teen’s shoulder. “Hey, Pete… rise and shine.” He softly says.

Peter’s brows pull together as he rolls his head to the side of the pillow with a small groan.

“C’mon, kiddo, wakey, wakey.”

Peter’s eyes slowly flutter open, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he looks up at Tony, brows pulling together more in confusion.

“Bruce is here with the good stuff.” Tony tells him.

“Good stuff?” Peter questions, slurring a bit as he rubs at his eyes.

“Your pain meds,” Tony clarifies with a chuckle. “You can go back to sleep after your first dose.”

Tony stands back and lets Bruce take over as he asks Peter questions about his pain and how he’s feeling. He steps away for a moment to grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator before giving it to Peter after Bruce hands him two small blue pills. Peter pops the pills in his mouth and washes them down with a few sips of the water.

“So I want you to take two every four to six hours, depending on your pain. When you’re starting to feel better then we can lower it to one.” Bruce says.

“Okay,” Peter nods. “But these aren’t going to make me feel fuzzy like the other ones are they?”

“They shouldn’t but a little grogginess is to be expected with pain meds like these.”

“That’s good.” Peter says, sighing in relief. “I hate how loopy they make me.”

“I know. They’re a work in progress, so I’m hoping these will be a lot better for you.”

“I think they will be,” Tony adds with a smile. “After all I did help with formulating them and we worked tirelessly on them so Spider-Man can continue going out there, saving the citizens of New York while he makes me go greyer and greyer every day.” He sarcastically adds.

Peter ducks his head and rubs at his neck, offering an apologetic smile. “Sorry.”

Tony sighs dramatically. “It’s for a good cause, I guess,” He jokes as he sits back down in his spot next to Peter on the couch. He looks over at Bruce. “Do you think you could whip me up something to help with the grays, Doc?”

Bruce chuckles. “I don’t think I can help with that but I can recommend you lay off the coffee, eat more vegetables and get more sleep,” he says. “I’m a doctor, not a miracle worker.”

Peter lets out a laugh at that, nearly choking on his water. “Ooo burn.” He says, looking over at Tony.

“I would have to disagree on you with that one, Bruce. You are indeed a miracle worker. My kid here is proof of that.” Tony says as he reaches over and ruffles Peter’s bedhead hair.

“Well, thank you for that.” Bruce says.

“While we wait for those meds to kick in, want to sit down and watch some Obi-Wan, Bruce?” Tony offers.

“Sure, why not. I’ve been meaning to catch up on the new additions to the Star Wars franchise.” He says as he picks up the plate with his sandwich and takes a seat across from them on the loveseat.

“You’ll love this one.” Peter says with a grin.

“Is this the series with the little Yoda baby?” Bruce asks around a mouthful of his sandwich.

Tony and Peter’s heads snap in his direction, a mixture of shocked expressions on their faces.

“Bruce…” Tony slowly says, closing his eyes for a moment as he dramatically places a hand to his chest. “His name is Grogu and he’s from the Mandalorian. He is the light of Mando’s life, his adopted foundling son.”

Bruce raises an eyebrow, looking between the two of them. “Sorry? I guess I really do have a lot of catching up to do.”

“I say we have a Mandalorian marathon one of these days.” Peter says with a smile.

“That could be fun.” Bruce says with a smile.

“Yeah,” Tony agrees. “We could even have Star Wars-themed food and stuff to go with it. A little Star Wars watch party. I bet we could whip up a batch of spotchka too.”

Peter turns to him with wide eyes. “Really? That would be so cool! I’m sure we could use Gatorade or something for the blue-“

“The Glacier Frost one could work.” Bruce chips in.

“Yeah! But we’ll have to figure out how to make it glow.”

“I’m sure it’s doable.” Tony says, making a mental note to look up some spotchka recipes that are out there on the internet.

“And maybe we could do a cosplay contest!” Peter suggests.

“Now there’s an idea!” Tony says with a chuckle. “We’ll look into a having cosplay-wearing watch party later. But for now… Friday, roll it back to episode one, please.”

“Certainly.” She responds, pausing as the first episode flashes on the tv screen.

As the opening credits and score begin, Tony settles in his seat further, sparing a glance over at Bruce as his friend takes an insanely large bite of his sandwich, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he chews, clearly enjoying it. Tony barely manages holds back a chuckle at the sight. The poor guy is cooped up in the lab all day and forgets to eat a lot of the time. Tony knows a thing or two about that.

He turns back to the tv as a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. It’s peaceful, being with Peter and Bruce, just hanging out together and watching tv for a change instead of fighting aliens or evil robots, or suiting up to go save his spider-child’s ass a few times a week, despite the fact that Tony’s semi-retired as Iron Man. But it’s all worth it.

Tony looks at the tv, allowing himself to be immersed in the show.

…

Peter ended up falling back asleep around the middle of the first episode, tucked into Tony’s side with his head resting on his shoulder. They’re in the middle of the second episode, when the teen makes a soft, groaning sound in his sleep at Tony’s side.

Tony looks down at him as the teen’s eyes slowly blink open, only for him to squeeze them shut again with another groan. The poor kid is probably exhausted.

“You conked out on us a little while ago. Did you have a good nap?” Tony asks with a warm smile.

Peter lays there for a few long moments without answering him, his face still pulled together in what looks to be discomfort. A wave of nervousness washes over Tony.

“Pete?” He asks but the teen still doesn’t answer him. “Peter?” He repeats.

Peter slowly opens his eyes again, his brows pulled together in a frown. “I…” he starts, licking his lips. “I don’ feel so good…”

Bruce’s head snaps up at the comment. He quickly stands up from the loveseat and gets into doctor mode, sitting on the edge of the coffee table, exchanging a knowing look with Tony. “What do you mean you don’t feel good Peter? What’re you feeling?” He asks as he takes out his phone.

Peter sits there for a few seconds, seemingly processing Bruce’s question. “I… I dunno… weird n’ fuzzy…” he says, his words slurring.

“A little weird and fuzzy?” Bruce repeats. “The same way you feel when you take your other pain medication or is this new?” He asks.

Peter hums in thought. “Sort of…”

“Sort of. Okay,” Bruce says, nodding his head as he types on his phone. “Are you feeling nauseous or dizzy?”

Peter closes his eyes and slowly nods his head.

“You are? Okay…” Bruce says, typing into his phone as he stands up. “All you need to do is just sit here and try to relax. We’ll get you something to drink to settle your stomach, alright?”

Peter leans his head back against the pillows behind his head and hums at the back of his throat.

“I’ll grab him a some ginger ale and see if that helps.” Tony says as he stands up.

Peter’s eyes suddenly fly open, causing both men to hesitate where they stand. “m’ gonna throw up.” He announces.

The alarming rate the kid’s skin is going from his usual rosy to pale, even green has Tony running into the kitchen and grabbing the nearest thing for the kid to upchuck into.

Pepper’s favorite crystal punch bowl, the one her mother gave them on his and Pepper’s wedding day.

He rushed back to the living room and shoves it under Peter, just in time as vomit spews out from his mouth and into the bowl.

“N-Nooo,” Peter moans as he opens his eyes. “N-Not the crystal bowl-“ he says, only to duck his head back in, throwing up again.

Tony winces in sympathy. “It’s alright, kiddo. Just let it all out. I can wash it after.”

“I’ll try to remember not to drink the punch during the Halloween party.” Bruce mumbles with a slight grimace.

Peter must hear him because he moans out into the puke-filled crystal bowl again. Tony shoots Bruce a glare with no real heat behind it.

“These meds are supposed to help him feel better not worse.” Tony says guiltily.

He doesn’t blame Bruce for this. There has to be something that he missed seeing himself. Tony is a science wiz—he’s supposed to be good at this stuff.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” Bruce says, baffled as Peter continues to throw up in front of them. “I checked the ingredients twice—three times, even. I adjusted the chemical formula to suit his metabolism… I just don’t understand it. There’s nothing that should be causing this sort of reaction for him.”

“Do you think it’s his metabolism? Maybe it’s too much of a dose for him to handle?” Tony questions.

“That’s a possibility but… I didn’t think that it had a tap out point with how incredibly fast it is. I hope we haven’t been wrong this whole time, like how much we can and can’t give him for medication—just like right now, how many calories he needs to intake every day, and even how much alcohol he can consume before he gets drunk—“

“My kid is upchucking right now and you’re wondering how drunk he can get?” Tony asks with a raised brow.

“You’re right. Sorry,” Bruce says, shaking his head to himself. “But this does factor in a whole new set of equations that we’ll have to figure out so we’re prepared in an emergency situation. But for now, all we can do is let it make its way though his system. It’s not a heavy duty drug like an opioid, so naloxone doesn’t need to be administered.”

Tony lets out a relieved breath at that. “Thank God it’s not.” He says, closing his eyes for a moment. “What can we do for him now?”

“‘I can grab him some water or ginger ale to help with the nausea while you sit with him. All we can really do is try to keep him comfortable and ride this out.”

“Right,” Tony says, “the ginger ale is in the pantry next to the fridge. I think we have some saltine crackers in there too.”

“Got it.” Bruce nods as he turns and heads into the kitchen, leaving Tony standing there, holding the puke bowl as Peter finally seems to have emptied his stomach out.

The poor kid lets out a low groan, his face twisted slightly in pain.

“Oh, Pete…” Tony says in sympathy as he puts the bowl down on the coffee table and goes back to Peter, gently placing a hand on the teen’s head. “I’m so sorry this is happening.”

“S’kay… not y’r fault.” Peter murmurs.

“Do you want me to get you anything?” Tony offers.

Peter just silently shakes his head, letting his head fall back against the pillows behind him. Bruce comes around the corner with a tumblr filled with ice and ginger ale, along with a sleeve of saltines in his other hand. He places them down on the end table next to Peter.

“Are you feeling any better after getting all that out?” Bruce asks hopefully.

“A little…”

“That’s good. When you’re feeling up to it, we can help you up to your room so you’re more comfortable and in bed if you want?” Bruce offers.

"M-Maybe in a little bit.” Peter says with a wince.

“Whenever you want to, just let us know.” Tony tells him.

Tony and Bruce both take a step back, a little unsure what to do now. Tony reaches for the crystal bowl on the coffee table, only for Bruce to pick it up instead.

Tony opens his mouth to protest but Bruce beats him to it.

“I’ve cleaned up plenty of puke in my life. You just sit with him and make sure he’s alright, okay?” Bruce tells him.

Tony lets out a sigh, giving in with a nod. Bruce walks past him, crystal bowl of puke in hand as Tony sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of Peter, who has his eyes closed, his head leant back against the pillows behind him again.

Guilt flows through him at the sight of the poor kid, already injured and in pain and now sick, thanks to him. He had to have missed something in the pain meds that triggered something in Peter. He should have been more thorough.

“Do you want me to get you anything?” Tony offers.

“No… think m’ just gonna sleep.” Peter mumbles, clearly exhausted.

“Okay. Bruce and I are right here if you need anything, kiddo.” Tony tells him, earning a small silent nod from the teen.

He stands up, only for Peter to crack open his eyes and look up at him.

“Can you stay?” Peter asks in a hopeful voice.

A smile tugs at the corner of Tony’s mouth as he nods. “Sure.” He says as he takes a seat the couch beside Peter, who immediately turns his head towards Tony, leaning his head against his chest.

A warmth flows through Tony’s chest as he carefully wraps an arm around Peter, holding him close. The kid always gets clingy whenever he’s sick. But Tony doesn’t mind.

“All comfy?”

“Mhmm…” Peter sleepily hums. “T’nks.”

“Anytime, kiddo.”

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amagicdoctor · 6 months

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🥺Wowww we really got Peter’s Spidey shouting out Dr. Strange 🥺🥺

(We’ve come full circle)

Strange Academy: Amazing Spider-Man (2023)

#doctor strange #strange academy #spider man #peter parker #avengers #marvel comics #earth 616 #tell me why he’s looking out like a good bro #low key Peter and Wong are in a group chat #to set this stuff up #but Peter really doesn’t need to be told to look out for people he loves #he said Stephen AND clea and Wong #he’s one of the good ones #anyway marvel made this series specifically for me and my needs

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scottbeloved-not-scottlang · 1 year

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Imagine Peter 1, Peter 2, and Peter 3 being the chaotic neutral brothers.

Peter 1: Hey, Peter 2, what's the definition of pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis?

Peter 3: One sec *Opens google*

Peter 3:

Peter 3: An invented long word said to mean a lung disease caused by inhaling very fine ash and sand dust

Peter 3, looking at Peter 2's confused look: Anyways, Peter 2 would like to speak

Peter 2: What the fu-

#spider man: no way home #spidey bros #spidey trio #tom!peter parker #andrew!peter parker #tobey!peter parker #chaotic neutral not chaotic good #i dont know what the fuck am i doing

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winterspiderpurrs · 2 years

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Requesting a starker smut where tony and peter are going to a bar and they fuck in a hidden dark alley way

I don't write smut. Maybe one day! So I just wrote what could lead up to that. Thanks for the ask though! Hope you like it a little!

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Happy has worked for Tony for a long time. Long enough where they have moved to colleagues to friends to considering each other family. So Happy knows when Tony likes someone. And lord knows Peter is basicly already in love with Tony. And out of all the people that Tony has gone on dates with. No one ever made Tony smile the way Peter does after a night working in the lab together, or movie nights, or Peter coming over to fix Tony this new recipe he saw on TV or read about.

So he plans on doing his best to make sure they get together. With May's blessing of course. He knows what Tony likes. So he has it all planned out. He told Tony that Peter needs a new dress suit he got a date at a bar and there is a dress code.

Tony loves dressing people and buying items for people he cares for if he can't make it himself. Even though he could tell that Tony is upset that Peter has a date. He would do anything to make Peter smile.

Happy tells Peter that Tony is hosting a party at a bar and it has a dress code. " Suits covered kid. Just show up to your appointment and I will drop it off to you the day before"

So on the day of the "party", Peter shows up atleast 20 mins early and is just sitting around the bar nursing a cold coke cola. He doesn't recognize anyone and is starting to feel like this is the NBA playoffs again where Tony isn't even there.

But across town that moment, Happy pretends to get a txt from Peter, stating that his date was a no show or ditched him. Tony gets pissed. Who would stand up Peter? So Tony demands Happy drive him to the bar.

Peter is so relieved when Tony shows up. He can't help but pull him into a hug that he actually showed. Tony thinks Peter is just heartbroken. " I'll treat you right Kid lemme get a drink and we can talk about it. "

By the end of the night, lots of laughs and casual touching turns into Tony and Peter rushing out the back door. Tony pushing Peter up again the brickwall. Peter had his legs wrapped around Tony waist. Thankfully Happy knew to park the car at the end of the alley blocking any passersbys from getting a view of them going at it in the middle of the dark alley.

Seems like the plan worked.

#anon asks #starker prompt #starker #winterspiderpurrs #peter parker #writing prompt #spiderman #ironspider #tony stark #happy is a good bro #happy hogan

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guessmyname17 · 2 years

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Fic recommendation!

Find a Fic!

Can any one recommend me a story where may and tony get adoption papers ready for Peter to become a stark, only for him to refuse? Peter likes Mr. Stark of course but he doesn't want him to be his dad. He just wants him as a mentor.

That's how it ends, no talking him into it, helping him come around to the idea. May and Tony would be so shocked but peter is just hurt because his Aunt May is trying to pass himoff to someone who's just his mentor.

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nymphomatique · 7 months

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wanna sit on nerd miguel’s face while i use my phone to snap other guys that’s my little chair fr😔😻

this just changed the trajectory of my life in a way you cannot understand.

cw: slight d/s dynamics, sending nudes, munch miguel makes an appearance once more, bro literally FEASTS, new character yippee (v minor), brief choking (more like a neck squeeze tbh), praise, squirting LOL, miguel gets kicked out again 😔 reader catching feelings?? we may never know. semi proofread today i felt nice. this is a longer one than usual, so enjoy!

“stop fuckin’ squirming down there and eat me out properly,” you say, looking down at miguel. his eyes are hazy and hooded, his glasses somewhere on the bed, his brown eyes clear as day. you grip his head by his hair and position him to where his nose brushes above your clit, and you moan at the feeling. “l-like that, okay miguel? be good for mommy.”

miguel takes heed of your instructions and begins to lick, suck, and thrust up into your wetness, making it hard for you to maintain something relative to your composure. in the throes of miguel’s mouth work, your phone screen, next to miguel’s head, lights up with a snapchat notification from none other than the star quarterback of your school, peter parker. you bite the corner of your lip, mouth pulling up in a smile at an idea. you grab your phone and open it to snapchat, seeing peters name at the top of your snap list. you open his snap and it’s a picture of him shirtless, abs on display, his happy trail just peeking over the band of his pants. his snap is captioned with text reading ‘wyd?’

you prop your camera up, angling it enough that miguel’s face and your pussy are out of frame. miguel stops for a moment to ask what you’re doing, but before he can get a word in you speak up, “if you stop, this will be the last time i ever let you touch me. got it? keep fucking going.” and wordless, miguel does as he’s told, going back to eating you but with a new energy this time. it catches you off guard a bit, and you let out a light f-fuck in response, but you don’t let it derail you from answering peter back.

peter. you and him have had.. complicated history to say the least. since high school, the two of you ran in the same social circles, with him being on your high school football team and you, a cheerleader. a true status quo. the two of you had ended up attending the same underaged parties, hooking up and even going steady for some time, until the blonde busty thing known as gwen stacy walked into your high school in sophomore year and made her claim on your then boyfriend. you figured it out after you walked in on them under the bleachers post-game, the spot where you habitually got on your knees to congratulate peter for his win. you stayed with him after a profuse apology and intense “i’m sorry” fuck session, to your dismay, but broke up with him in the beginning of your senior year. now, you two fuck from time to time, scratching an itch when you have it.

you look back at the tease of a photo on your phone, your tits spilling out your plunge neck crop top and your abdomen cutting off right above your pubic area, your pink thong still visible coming up the sides of your hips. you feel miguel plunge his tongue into you, causing you to fall forward, steadying yourself with one hand, phone in the other. “keep this up and i’m gonna squirt on you, but i bet you’re into that huh?” you laugh out a little, miguel moaning into you in response. you try not to get distracted and caption your snap to peter ‘nothing really’ and press send.

immediately, you see that he opens it and he replies just as fast, this time the photo of him in grey sweats with a visible tent, layer out on his bed. the caption attached, ‘wanna turn your nothing to a something? ;)’ and you roll your eyes. you move to answer him with another midriff picture, but you change your mind. “hey, look at me dweeb,” you say, turning the camera so that it’s capturing the angle of miguel’s mouth on your pussy, covered in spit and your juices. he looks up and sees the camera of your phone pointed down towards him and he goes red in the face and tight lipped. “remember what i told you about stopping,” you remind him, and he maintains eye contact with the camera as he goes back to lick a strip up your pussy, from your leaking hole to your clit. you move your unoccupied hand to his face, palm to his cheek as you slowly caress him with your thumb. “that’s a good boy.”

you move your hand from his cheek, trailing softly down to his strong neck and you wrap your hand around his neck and squeeze. at the pressure he lets out a groan, his hands moving to grip your thighs tighter to his face. “fuck miguel, you’re making mommy so happy right now- ah! fuck, just like that. keep doing that, o-okay?” you moan out. he says nothing, his eyes, still maintaining contact with the camera, clouded with lust, answering for him.

you snap a picture, turned on at the lewdness of it. it’s your pussy on miguel’s face, pink panties pushed to the side as his mouth is sucking on your clit, his hands gripping the fat of your thighs, and your hand around his neck at the same time. you make quick work to save the photo and caption it ‘busy, sorry’, feeling your orgasm approach. you press send and drop your phone, ignoring the back to back buzzing, probably of peters reply to your salacious snap.

a steady heat begins to boil in the pit of your stomach, and you keen forwards, your hand leaving miguel’s neck to grip the white sheets on your bed. “i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna-“ and with that, you feel the pleasure within you tighten then burst, like a damn breaking way, and you begin to tremble as miguel continues his work down on you. the overstimulation begins to hit you, and you feel a spurt of liquid leave your body and miguel groan and suck. “oh my god,” you heave out, “st-stop, no more.”

miguel places a final kiss to your mound as he moves to lift your limp hips for you. he feels sheepish how, his sweater and mouth drenched with your liquids. he wipes his lips and makes way to speak to your still firm on the bed. “are- are you okay?”

you say nothing, grab the nearest pillow you have, and throw it at him. miguel dodges and understands that means get the fuck out.

after collecting yourself, your body still spent and sheets still wet, you roll over on your back and grab your phone to look at what peter replied to you. you open his snap, and laugh a little at his responses.

peter 🚮

| is that fucking o’hara..?

| you’re fucking with me???

| fucking whore

| you sleep with nerds now??

you make way to reply to peter one more time, opening the camera and taking a picture of the wet bedsheets, caption it ‘nerds that can make me cum? yeah’ and unadd him after.

you finally haul yourself up to change your sheets when you see miguel’s glasses on your bed. you grab them and put them on your nightstand, feeling heat rush through your blood to your face, thinking of him and the mess he made of you.

fucking dweeb.

#the ask had me sweatin #u guys need to start writing instead of me 😭#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara drabble #miguel atsv smut #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel atsv #sub miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #you’ve got mail💌#<nerd!miguel3

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