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idk-bruh-20 · 8 months

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Irondad fic ideas #157

The spell is almost complete, and MJ knows. She knows Peter's never going to come find them. He's going to let himself stay forgotten.

So as soon as he's swung away she opens her phone and types in the first chat she sees with Peter not in it: "May Parker's nephew the most boring white boy name Tony Stark's son Midtown decath I love him Ned's best friend about to be erased by magic DONT FORGET HIM FIND HIM."

She manages to add a few final notes just for her, to prove to her future self that she's really the one sending the message. She hits send just as the spell is sealed.

It turns out, the group chat she'd written in was the one for "FOS" (Friends of Spider-Man).

When she stumbles across the chat again, large sections of it's history are now blank, and she doesn't remember what the name stands for. But the members are still there: herself, Ned, May Parker, Happy Hogan, and Tony Stark.

So. Two dead people and May's ex boyfriend, who never bothers to respond. At least Ned is determined. And that "I love him" echoes in her head. They both begin to poke at the mystery, not really sure it'll ever be solved.

Little does she know, Tony Stark is not as dead as the whole world believes. And he's very concerned that this random group chat is talking about magic and him having a missing son.

#tony: rocks up to mj's house with one arm and no starbucks #so about this son that I apparently have-#irondad fic ideas #once mj puts down the pepper spray and they resuscitate ned from his fainting spell: dream team together again #peter parker's self-sacrificial bullshit don't stand a chance #irondad and spiderson #iron dad and spider son #michelle jones #ned leeds #nwh fix it #peter parker #tony stark #queueueueue

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magewritesstories · 2 months

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ɪɴꜱᴛᴀɢʀᴀᴍ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ

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thereal.y.n. gotta love a midnight coffee run (these eyebags are prada)

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→ mystery.jones and then you fall asleep halfway through the lecture → thereal.y.n. hehehehehe

→ TheGuyInTheChair whos that next to u??? → thereal.y.n. that's secret i'll never tell, xoxo gossip girl

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thereal.y.n. fml i hate finals season

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→ TheGuyInTheChair i feel like we did some good studying today tho → thereal.y.n. were def einstein's in the making

→ the_amazing_flash you guys are such nerds → mystery.jones literally why do you still follow us dude? → thereal.y.n. he's just a fan @mystery.jones

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thereal.y.n. movie dates are 🔛🔝 @_peter_parker_ agrees

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→ TheGuyInTheChair excuse me????? brb imma go interrogate peter → _peter_parker_ please dont kill me

→ mystery.jones. cool. which movie did you see → thereal.y.n. dam whats with the dry reaction i thought we were friends T^T (it was hunger games btw) → mystery.jones. you and @_peter_parker_ are horrible secret keepers

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thereal.y.n. you dont know pain until youve third wheeled on a hang-out with your own boyfriend

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→ TheGuyInTheChair dont act like you didnt know what you were getting into → thereal.y.n. true true

→ mystery.jones ditch them and come hangout with me → TheGuyInTheChair rude. → thereal.y.n. your the love of my life fr fr → mystery.jones you're* → thereal.y.n. i take it back → _peter_parker_ i can really feel the love you guys

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thereal.y.n. cooking and gossiping with aunt may is ✨an experience✨ (yes, i am officially the favourite child)

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→ thisismay aww i loved hanging out with you → thereal.y.n. we should do it again and then you can show me those baby fotos → _peter_parker_ i am officially worried

→ mystery.jones did you get baby fotos as blackmail? → thereal.y.n. im working on it → TheGuyInTheChair i have some too yknow

#peter parker fic #peter parker instagram #peter parker headcanons #peter parker x reader #peter parker #marvel headcanons #marvel x reader #mj jones #michelle jones #ned #marverl ned #marvel cinematic universe #marvel spiderman #tomholland #tom holland spiderman

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fubureaders · 1 month

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so perhaps i'm just still mentally catching up to everything but... the parallels are paralleling right now you guys (with spiderman and percy jackson)

okay so, main character energy, sarcastic, witty, love to annoy/piss off their enemies with witty banter and random teenage-ish actions...

peter benjamin parker and perseus "percy" (don't know if he has a middle name) jackson are the same person, different font

aunt may = sally jackson

mj = annabeth chase

ned leeds (from mcu) = grover underwood

gwen stacy, felicia hardy = rachel elizabeth dare, calypso, others (nico could even kinda fit here?)

eddie brock = luke castellan

venom symbiote = kronos

harry osborn (VERY loosely) = chris rodriguez

i only just caught onto this after reading a very good spidey fic by @indecisivemuch (timre wasn't on our side??? kronos you will pay for the tears i cried reading that fic i'm so serious). and specifically this one spidey!luke fic by @kestisvrse and... y'all i'm cooking here wait a minute!!!!!

the daddy issues for like... everybody, the powers coming on around the time of puberty, "great power and great responsibility" ok have you considered that i am a child and have a history essay due by 11:59, trying to do the right thing but being led astray by forces more powerful than you could imagine, fighting those powerful forces with all your might, nature versus nurture argument, the... does uncle rick know about this??? did y'all know about this???

P.S. -- I call dibs on writing the fanfic (perhaps a social media au??) on this. this might be the fic idea to finally end my hiatus

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blankandscribble · 8 months

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If Spider-Gwen is the Gwen Who Lived, Does That Mean Somewhere There Is An MJ Who Isn't Loved?

I was thinking about love and fate and Spiderverse and had an interesting idea. Gwen's life across the multiverse (with the exception of Spider-Gwen) is defined by her canon event where she falls in love with Spiderman and dies. Our Gwen is the only exception to this (as far as I know).

MJ (Mary Jane, Michelle Jones, doesn't matter) is defined by being Spiderman's endgame true love. That is her life defining canon event. Her and Peter's wedding is even shown in the web of canon events that Miguel shows Miles. So her being Spiderman's endgame love is definitely a big canon event and should be pretty damn consistent across the Spiderverse.

But Gwen dying is pretty consistent across the Spiderverse too. As far as we know, she's the only Gwen who lived. So does that mean, in every universe, Spiderman loves MJ, except for one. There's one universe where he doesn't love her. One MJ who isn't loved.

Imagine being that MJ. Imagine being so desperately in love with someone who is your soulmate in every world but yours. Every other universe, Spiderman loves you back. Except yours. Except you.

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dance-is-life27 · 1 year

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Comfort Crowd

Pairing: mcu!Peter Parker x Reader x Michelle Jones

Summary: After a long day, you find your favorite way to relax is in the arms of Peter Parker and Michelle Jones.

Words: 544

Warnings: gn!reader, fluff, polyamory, cuddling (if you can really call it that, idk I use that term very loosely here, you'll see)

a/n: It’s my first time posting x reader stuff so please be nice to me, thanks! Also this fic will be posted on my A03 under DarlingDrew27. If you see it posted anywhere else, it’s not me.

You groan as soon as you close the front door to your home, both school and work have exhausted you completely and now all you want to do is relax and snuggle with your partners for the rest of the day.

Tiredly, you kick off your shoes at the door before you stumble to the living room to find Peter already waiting for you with open arms as he lays on the couch.

“Long day?” He asks as you fall into his chest and wrap your arms tightly around his body. You nod wordlessly as you feel Peter’s hand rub up and down your back in soothing motions. Just being in Peter’s presence is so calming. It’s like all your stress just melts away anytime he’s near you, especially whenever he’s this close, you never feel more at home with Peter than you do in these moments.

Soon enough you’re close to drifting off to sleep when you hear the front door open. “Hey MJ.” You hear Peter speak as you listen to footsteps drift closer to you and him.

“Hey, is everything okay?” MJ asks as she kneels down in front of you before she takes Peter’s hand and gives you a kiss on your forehead. You nod as MJ’s other hand finds yours.

“Had a bad day.” You reply, your voice just barely above a whisper.

“Wanna talk about it? Is there anything we can do?” MJ asks you, her brows bunched up in worry. You shake your head in response to her first question before you gently tug on her hand towards you and Peter, “Just wanna cuddle, please?”

MJ makes brief eye contact with Peter before she stands, releasing both of your hands as she maneuvers her way on top of you and Peter. You smile as you feel her weight rest against yours and you let out a relaxed sigh once you feel her head laying on your middle back, Peter though lets out a groan.

“Oof, did I miss the memo, is it lay on Peter day or something?” Peter complains under you. You nod and let out a quiet uh-huh just as MJ speaks up.

“Peter I’ve seen you lift a car with your bare hands, I’m sure you can handle the weight of your partners for a bit.”

“Well, I-, that doesn’t mean that I can’t complain though right?”

“No, your complaining privileges get revoked when you become Spider-Man.” You laugh fully when Peter lets out an annoyed groan, the only thing stopping you from curling in on yourself is MJ. And although you can’t see it, both Peter and MJ smile wide at hearing you laugh, which of course ends with them laughing with you.

It’s a miracle that you all aren’t heaping on the floor by the time the laughter dies out in all of you. “I love you guys,” you let out as your breathing slowly returns to normal, “and thank you Peter for allowing us to use you as a pillow.”

“Anytime,” Peter replies, and although you can’t see it, you can feel his loving gaze on you and MJ.

MJ hums before you feel her press a kiss to your shoulder, “I’m holding you to that Parker.”

“Of course you are.”

#peter parker x reader #mcu peter parker x reader #michelle jones x reader #mj x reader #peter parker x reader x michelle jones #peter parker x michelle jones x reader #peter parker x michelle jones #spideychelle #spideychelle x reader #my writing #drew writes fics #tom holland x reader #zendaya x reader #tomdaya x reader

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the--journeys · 4 months

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132nd Street

Rated: M | ~ 25k | disgruntled co-workers to lovers (with a bit of mystery)

“Oh.” Jonah waved his arm as if Peter was no more than an afterthought. “She’ll need pictures. Action shots, I’d assume. Your forte.” “Wait,” Michelle interrupted, “like, we’d be partners?” Next to her, Parker snorted. “No fucking way.” Jonah glanced between the two of them, clearly annoyed. “Yes,” he groused, “if you’d like me to put it into children’s terms for you. You’d be partners.” “No,” Michelle said, immediately. “Not a chance in hell.”

Chapter 4

#spideychelle #petermj #peter parker #mj watson #michelle jones #my fics

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watsonmj · 11 months

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spider-man: homewrecker

day 2 (and 4) of @spideychelleweek

Peter and MJ are married. MJ’s a famous actress. Peter’s still Spider-Man. People think Spider-Man and MJ are together. The problem? Everyone knows MJ is a married woman.

It’s not a well-kept secret that Spider-Man is a homewrecker. He’s a great hero, no doubt about it, but he’s not universally loved in New York City. Not that he’s ever been universally loved here—too many damn cops out for his blood for that to ever be true. And that’s not to mention Jameson’s smear campaign against him. But it’s funny. The only thing Jameson never touches about Spider-Man’s misdeeds is that he’s secretly fucking one of the most famous, married actresses of all time: MJ Watson. Yeah. It’s a bit of a moral quandary.

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irondad-and-spiderson · 7 months

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I am trying to find is funny one shot that I can’t seem to remember it’s name.

Tony gets an alert that Peter’s heart rate is through the roof, and then his suit goes offline.

He doesn’t know that Peter and Michelle are having some “quality time” and that peter is the one who took off his suit!

He ends up blasting through his bedroom’s window 😂

Vibrant Vitals by oikagirl7?

#ask #fic #michelle jones #tony stark #peter parker #iron dad #spider son #answered

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idk-bruh-20 · 1 year

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Irondad fic ideas #129

In an AU where everything is the same except Tony survived the snap in Endgame, MJ and Ned are both very aware that something is up with their memories. Huge, overlapping chunks of their lives are gone. And Spider-Man has something to do with it.

The only public figure Spider-Man has ever been closely associated with is Tony Stark. In need of answers, and not the types to just let something like this go, the kids hack and heist their way somehow onto Tony Stark's secret lake house property. It's weird that no alarms go off when they get close, but they manage it. They're about to knock, when Tony Stark, savior of the universe, opens the door.

He does not look great. Aside from the general post-battle healing and the fact that they have literally caught him at home, there's just something...off. It doesn't take long for them to realize that it's the same thing that's off with them, too.

Something important has been taken from all of their lives. Someone.

After Tony calms down from his initial freak-out, MJ and Ned (though mostly MJ) manage to convince him pretty quickly. The fact that FRIDAY never alarmed because they're in her system already is a huge point to their side.

And, the fact that he agrees with them. He survived the battle, everything should be fine. But something is so, very wrong. He's grieving someone he doesn't even know.

So, a new team is born. A trio united to find their shared missing person, the eraser mark in their memories none of them can bear to lose, all for different reasons.

They don't have much to go on, but Tony agrees with them on one thing: Spider-Man is involved somehow. And that's a good place to start.

#irondad fic ideas #banging pots and pans: hurt/COMFORT fic hurt/COMFORT fic dON'T FORGET THE COMFORT #peter needs hugs in so many different categories #best friend hugs gf hugs and dad hugs are literally the bare minimum required for my soul #irondad and spiderson #nwh fix-it #peter parker #tony stark #michelle jones #ned leeds #spideychelle #ironfam #just imagine that ned and mj rock up to the stark cabin during their winter break #like they tell their families they're going camping or smth and end up spending an entire two weeks of frantic holidays w The Stark Family #even better when they all get their memories back and that family is finally COMPLETE #and then when it's time to go back to the city #ned is just like:#flash will NEVER believe us #irondad fic idea #spider-man no way home #additional clues that mj happens to notice in Tony Stark's house:#a teenage boy's BEDROOM. a desk in stark's private lab labeled The Kid's.#btw tony & mj are two sides of the same fake stone cold bitch #if either of them were going to crack open the emotions in front of strangers those strangers would be each other #just something to think about #tony: you loved him. the person we're looking for is your boyfriend #mj: the person we're looking for is your son #queueueueue

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fieldsofview · 19 days

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Spider-Man: Homesickness

M | 20 Chapters | CW: Graphic Depictions of Violence | Five years after No Way Home The week that Peter finally learns to let people in again, despite kicking and screaming the whole way

READ CHAPTER 14 HERE

Teaser below the cut

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Shit,” he whispers to himself. Okay. Okay.

He kicks the half-open first aid kit under his bed and tugs on his quilt until it’s haphazardly hanging to block the view.

He hears a familiar voice, muffled and hushed through the door. “Maybe this isn’t the best-”

Ned.

“Oh shush,” another voice says. “Trust me.”

Gwen.

Fucking hell.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gwen calls through the door, “Peter, open this goddamn door. I know you’re home.” There’s a playful edge to her voice like she’s smiling.

He forcibly drops his shoulders from his ears and takes in a deep breath, holding it in his chest until it burns before releasing it. With one more passing glance around his spartan apartment, he hopes he’s not missed anything that blatantly screams ‘I’m Spider-Man!’

Wrenching the door open with more force than necessary, he says, “What do you want, Gwen?”

Before he can blink, Gwen barrels past him and into the apartment. Her arms are full of a stack of several pizza boxes that waft cheesy deliciousness into the room. “Hello to you too, asshole. Maybe think about texting me back, for once in your life.” She sets the boxes down on his kitchen counter and turns around to lean against the edge, watching him with a smile.

Left stranded by her, Ned and MJ stand awkwardly in the hallway. MJ’s arms are also laden with full bags of something, while Ned is carrying a whole TV screen and a black rolling container, not unlike a suitcase.

MJ seems to shake off the tension first, raising her gaze to meet his, steady. She ducks around Ned and through the doorframe past Peter, offering a quiet, “Hey, loser,” as she kicks off her shoes by the door. She follows after Gwen and sets her bags down on the small square of counter left, quickly pulling out drink bottles and snack bags.

Peter tips his head back and stares at the ceiling, wondering how the hell his life could get any more complicated.

Ned shuffles his feet, adjusting his grip on the TV screen. “I told you, man, they were planning something.” He gives Peter a sheepish, lopsided grin. “You can’t fight it. It’s no use.”

Peter sighs and scrubs his hand over his face. “Yeah, alright. Come in, I guess. Welcome to my… apartment.” Not home. Never home. He holds the door open wide so that Ned can pass through without bumping the screen and shuts it behind him with a shove, wincing at the scraping shriek as the door and the frame scrape against each other. The hot, humid, summer air always makes the wood swell.

Gwen is leafing through his cabinets, pulling out plates and glasses. She doesn’t bat an eye at the fact that none of them match and most of them are chipped or scratched.

Ned immediately makes his way over to the far side of the room next to Peter’s threadbare, polyester couch from the 1980s. He found it on the curb last year and only brought it up here once he realized that it would be great for blocking out the chill that leaks through the window during the winter.

Peter leans his back against his door, unsure of his place amongst the chaos. “Okay, I’m going to try this again. How the hell do you know where I live? And why are you here?”

“We’re here to hang out, obviously,” Gwen replies, still focused on rifling through his cabinetry.

“Right.”

She closes one of the cabinet doors a little too firmly and runs a hand through her hair with mild frustration. “From what I’ve heard, you had a rough morning,” she says pointedly, catching his gaze and holding it. “And while Harry and MJ are busy at The Tower, helping good ol’ Norman recover from that disaster of a press conference, I thought we could bring the party to you here, instead.”

He winces, clearing his throat in an effort to hide it. “Yeah, I, uh- I saw something about that.”

“Yep,” she replies, popping the ‘p.’ “But they can handle themselves, today. I thought it would be good to give you some company. And maybe some fun. Hence…” She waves her hand vaguely in Ned’s direction.

“Don’t take all the credit,” MJ cuts in. She pours a glass of something sweet, bubbling, and smelling of citrus.

“I’m not,” Gwen protests. “I’m just explaining why the ambush.”

Peter says, “So you admit it’s an ambush. Cause I gotta say I’m feeling a little on the back foot, right now.”

“After all the ups and downs this week, Gwen wanted to do something to surprise you. She said that you need to learn to relax and take a step back from work,” MJ says. She gives Gwen a look like there’s more to the story, but Gwen purposefully avoids eye contact. “So Ned brought everything he would need to set up his TV and Switch here since we weren’t sure what you might already have.”

“I hope you like Mario Kart,” Ned calls over his shoulder as he continues to set everything up.

#The first half of this chapter is EVERYTHING to me #Love them so much #spideychelle #peter parker #gwen stacy #ned leeds #michelle jones #petermj #spiderman #spider-man: homesickness #spiderman fic #ao3 #mcu peter parker #mcu fic #post no way home #spiderman no way home

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get-your-fics · 2 years

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Boyfriend

Summary: You never would’ve left her alone for someone else to take her home.

Pairing: Michelle Jones x dark!fem!reader (w/ a side of MJ x Peter)

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Non-con, cheating, characters are in high school but are 18, underage drinking

Note: this is a very very late birthday present for my wife @darksideofthecocoamoon inspired by “Boyfriend” by Dove Cameron and spurred on by my need to assert my dominance over tom

Dating Peter wasn’t bad by any means, but it wasn’t perfect either.

MJ knew what she was getting into when she found out he was Spider-Man. Every relationship had its problems, of course, but it was different when you were dating a superhero, and an avenger at that.

All that to say, making time for each other was hard. He’d be gone on missions for days at a time, sometimes at the drop of a hat without so much as a word to MJ letting her know where he was. It sent her into an anxiety spiral, chewing her nails down to the quick as she thought about what he was doing, if he’d have another close call, or if he’d even come back at all.

She’d offered her help, of course, but Peter was insistent that she stayed out of it as much as possible. “I’m already putting you in enough danger just by being with you,” he said with his trademark puppy dog pout. “I don’t want you to get hurt. I’ve lost too many people I care about as it is.”

And despite how many times she told him he wouldn’t lose her, or how she could be of use to him (not to mention how she vaguely implied he was sexist by continuing to allow Ned to help him), he wouldn’t budge, so she backed down and dropped the topic altogether.

But all that was minor compared to you.

You were friends with Peter long before MJ started dating him, or talking to him, let alone even watching him. Your friendship always perplexed her, considering your other closest friend was Flash Thompson, the guy who went out of his way to torment Peter any chance he got, but she supposed that really wasn’t any of her business.

What really bothered her was that you didn’t like her and she didn’t know why. She constantly went out of her way to make small talk with you or include you whenever she, you, Peter, and Ned hung out together, but you made zero effort to make her feel welcome in return.

And the way you looked at her. God, she could feel your ice cold stare burning into her from across the room, like you were trying to snap her neck with the weight of your gaze alone.

MJ tried to bring it up to Peter once. “Have you ever dated her?”

He furrowed his brow. “What? No.”

“Or had a crush on her or anything?” she continued to pry.

“No, MJ, we’ve always just been friends.” He shook his head. “Where’s all this coming from?”

She sighed. “I don’t think she likes me very much, and I was wondering if it was because she’s jealous.”

“Babe, of course she likes you.” He slung an arm around her shoulder.

“She has a weird way of showing it,” she muttered under her breath.

He laughed. “Okay, she can be a little protective, but it’s just because she wants what’s best for me. I’ve known her since we were in diapers. We’re practically related.” He gave her shoulder a squeeze. “You have nothing to worry about, I promise.”

She mumbled acquiescence, but his words did little to reassure her, not as the days went by and the intense staring continued.

MJ couldn’t care less about parties, but Peter, on the other hand, didn’t want to miss a single one, even if it was being thrown by his mortal enemy, Flash Thompson. His need to partake in teenage experiences would forever be unsatisfied, but after losing his parents and enduring the burden of being Queen’s sanctified hero, MJ didn’t mind indulging him every now and then.

Even if it meant halfway through, Peter and Ned decide to ditch her. “I have something I have to take care of.” He gave her a knowing look.

“I’ll come with you,” she blurted without thinking.

“No, you stay here.” He was already backing away from her. “I’ll be back soon.”

He and Ned were working their way through the crowd before she could protest any further. She felt like a deflated balloon as she watched them go. Sure, she knew it would be selfish to keep him from his duties, especially when lives were most likely at stake. But she also knew that when Peter said ‘be back soon,’ she probably wouldn’t see him again for the rest of the night.

She relented and glued her back to the wall, scrolling through her phone to distract herself from the bodies grinding to the regurgitated pop music around her. She was pulled from her feed when someone crashed into her, spilling their drink in the process.

“Oh, shit!” She looked up to see you staring at her wide-eyed. “MJ, I didn’t see you there. I'm so sorry.”

Of course you didn’t. She suppressed an eyeroll. She already knew you were present at the party. She caught a glimpse of you earlier clinking glasses and joking around with Flash. She should’ve known the second Peter left you’d seize the opportunity to humiliate her without him present.

She looked down to see the front of Peter’s sweatshirt she was wearing soaked through, reeking of liquor, and her phone screen pitch black in her hand. Great.

You noticed her stained hoodie as well. “Oh, my God, I’m so sorry,” you continued to apologize profusely.

“It’s alright.” She averted her gaze, rubbing her arm.

“Did I get your phone too?” You looked down at the phone in her hand.

She clicked the power button a couple times, but nothing happened. The cherry on top of a shit sundae.

“I’ll get you a new one,” you insisted.

She tried not to gawk. “You really don’t have to do that.”

“I know. I want to.” You winked at her, and she blanched. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

You grabbed her wrist and pulled her through the throng of partygoers before she could refuse. You led her into the laundry room and closed the door behind her, enshrouding you in darkness.

“Are you sure it’s okay that we’re in here?” MJ glanced side to side wearily.

“Oh, yeah. Me and Flash are like siblings. I practically live here.” You dismissed her concern with a wave of your hand. “Take off your hoodie so I can wash it.”

You reached for the hem of the sweatshirt, tugging it upwards. She awkwardly raised her arms and allowed you to remove the oversized garment, figuring it was better not to argue and go along with whatever you wanted. She shielded her bare torso, left in nothing but her bra.

You blinked at her exposed chest before turning towards the washing machine. You threw the sweatshirt inside, adding soap and pressing a few buttons before the machine started to shake.

You faced her and shrugged out of your hoodie. “Here, wear this while we wait.” You threw it to her. “It’ll probably be a little bit.”

She barely managed to catch it. She put it on and zipped it up all the way. It was significantly more snug to her body than she would’ve liked.

You looked her up and down. “That looks good on you. Fits better than that ratty sweatshirt.” You snickered. “You can keep it if you want.”

“That’s okay.” She shrugged. She didn’t understand why you were being nice to her out of the blue when before you looked like you wanted to skin her alive.

“What were you doing all by yourself?” You leaned your hip against the washer. “Where’s Peter?”

“He had to… take care of something.” She cringed at her poor delivery. At least it wasn’t technically a lie.

You tilted your head. “So he left you alone?”

She shifted uncomfortably under the weight of your gaze. “It’s not like that.”

“Well, I wouldn’t leave you on your own.” You moved closer to her. “I’d be afraid someone else would try to snatch you up.”

She shriveled under the weight of your gaze, but where she expected to see pure hatred, she found something else even more perplexing.

Was that… desire?

The entire world seemed to shift on its axis as she looked at you through brand new eyes. She’d thought you were jealous of her the entire time, but maybe Peter was the one you were really envious of.

“I’d treat you so much better than he does.” You reached up and cupped the side of her face in your hand. “I’ll even give you a little taste.”

Before she could stop you, you leaned in and pressed your lips to hers. She went stock still, eyes wide open in shock as your lips locked. She meant to push you away, but her muscles froze.

Your hand on her face reached up as you deepened the kiss, fingers tangling in her curls. You scraped your teeth against her bottom lip, softly tugging on it. You licked into her open mouth, tongue stroking against hers and coaxing it to life.

You pulled away with an audible pop, eyes half-lidded and a hint of a smirk toying at the corners of your lips. MJ gained a small semblance of clarity through the daze she was in to stammer, “But what about Pete?”

You hummed, scraping your nails pleasantly against her scalp. “What about him?”

She tried to ignore the tingles shooting down her spine. “He’s your best friend.”

You snorted. “I’d hardly call him a friend. He’s more like a pet that does what I tell him to.” You started to walk her back. “And sometimes, pets who misbehave need to have their toys taken away from them.”

The back of her legs bumped against the rumbling washer, and MJ’s hands reached out for you to stabilize herself before she could trip. You nipped at her throat, a growl low in your chest as your hands wandered like you were mapping the plane of her body. She squeaked as one hand found her breast, kneading the small mound over the soft fabric of the hoodie you’d leant her.

The other continued its search lower, plunging beneath the denim of her jeans. She mustered up enough strength to grasp your wrist. “Wait… I’ve never…”

You cocked your head. “You and Pete haven’t…?” She shook her head as you trailed off. Your eyes raked over her, and you scoffed. “I don’t understand how he could keep his hands off of you.”

Her hold on your wrist disintegrated as your hand dove beneath the elastic band of her underwear, fingers playing with the hair at her pelvis. They delved lower and traced the length of her slit, stopping at her clit and rubbing teasing circles.

Her body tensed as an unfamiliar sensation stirred in her core. Your lips curled into a pleased smirk. “Maybe he knows he can’t please you the way I can.”

Your fingers found her entrance, and her face screwed up as you pushed an appendage into her. She gripped your shoulders, digging her nails into the fabric of your shirt as you set an agonizingly slow pace.

You shushed her. “That’s it,” you coaxed her in a low voice. “You’re doing so well for me.”

A squelch was heard over the roar of the washer as her arousal eased the way for your intrusion. Your finger pumped in and out of her without resistance, slick pooling in the palm of your hand. You added another one, and she grimaced as her channel stretched to accommodate both fingers.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to get you alone,” you purred into her ear. Your thumb found her clit and brushed against the sensitive nub in time with your strokes.

She pushed down on your shoulders, but it was like trying to move a brick wall. “Don’t…” Her voice came out breathy as she squirmed against you. “Stop…”

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on stopping,” you rasped, shooting her a wink.

You curled your fingers, stoking the fire blooming white hot in her core. Your chest pressed flush against hers, pinning her between you and the washer. The vibrations of the machine shot through her, and the knot coiling in her gut grew worse.

Moans and gasps escaped her lips as she tried to fight against it, to suppress whatever it was your fingers brought to life in her until it was almost painful to resist. But she couldn’t stop herself as you pushed her over the precipice.

She felt like she was floating as her muscles seized, her walls spasming around your fingers. She made a high-pitched keen so unlike her as white dots burst across her vision. Your fingers never stopped thrusting, and her stomach dropped as she came down from her high.

You pulled your fingers out and stuck them in your mouth, slurping the juices sticking to your skin. You removed them with a salacious pop before capturing her lips in a kiss. She tasted herself on your tongue as it tangled with hers.

You pulled away, your lips shiny with a mixture of saliva and slick. MJ’s head felt like it was spinning as you ran your hand down the length of her arm. “Forget about the sweatshirt. It’s probably ruined anyway.” You threaded your fingers through hers and tugged. “And if you don’t want that hoodie, I have plenty of other clothes at my place to make up for it.”

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abcd-em · 1 year

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Everybody Talks

Collab with @seek--rest

For the darling, beloved @spideymichelle

"I've seen what you can do. I want you to take point on this."

She knows better than to celebrate before she's gotten all the information, seen huge campaigns pulled before they can ever be launched - from both sides, planning and participating.

MJ knows it all feels too good for the moment. There has to be something that balances the scale.

There’s always a catch.

"Who’s the client?"

"The Avengers."

Her brain stops for a moment. The sound of the office cutting out behind her as she takes in what has just been said. She wonders if Ned had actually switched her with one of his AI - like she's stuttering to reboot.

At the thought of Ned, a face and a mask flashes into her mind. Empty spaces at lunch tables and a missing name on registers. Forlorn expressions and the early days of a tentative new friendship spent checking silent phones.

“No.”

Chapter 1

#petermj #peter parker #michelle jones #Em & Seek words for ya #my fics

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spicysagittarius · 9 months

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NEW FIC!!

ao3 link below, & here’s a preview :)

[RATED E]

“Do…do you want me to call Felicia?” MJ asks him, clearly panicking.

He nods slowly, then shakes his head. A few seconds later, he nods again. “Fuck, I don’t know.”

“Peter, she’s basically your girlfriend,” she replies incredulously. “She can help you. That’s how this works, right?”

He groans, hand over his cock, eyes trained on her figure. Thankfully, she hasn’t caught on to his probably perverted stare yet. Or she’s pretending she hasn’t.

“I’m, uh…I’m gonna call her, okay?” MJ speeds out of the room, leaving him to stare at the empty doorway. Maybe, if he wasn’t drugged with a fucking sex pollen, he’d want Felicia here, or at least feel guilty for not only not wanting her here but also for envisioning MJ pretty and disheveled underneath him on his bed.

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