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weezly14 · 4 months
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this lullaby
M | 7 chapters | PeterMJ memory loss | for @seek--rest
“If this is a prank –”
“It’s not.”
He looks at her, then, and she can see it in his eyes, too. The fear.
“What happened, Peter?” she breathes.
He shrugs.
“I don’t remember.”
Peter forgets. MJ helps him remember.
two.
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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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vintagecola · 1 year
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Peter b and mj wip for my fic
can’t decide on colors
Yes, that’s a pic of mj and her sister Gayle on the wall
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lightedwindows · 2 years
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swept me away in your blinding sun
Peter and MJ have a few perfect first dates all in a row and bring a hostess gift when MJ crashes an Avengers meeting.
rating: M words: 8514 warnings: underage 16 year olds making out with each other consenting enthusiastically
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lovetomdaya-1 · 6 months
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Intro chapter out!! First (technically second) chapter will be out soon i promise :))
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shriggy-the-rat-king · 5 months
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i wish i could write this fic i'm OBSESSED
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devilfic · 4 months
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peter parker finally tells you that he’s spider-man. to his chagrin, you already know. “but- how?” he asks. you deadpan, “isn’t it obvious? you’re the busiest unemployed person I know.”
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seek--rest · 7 months
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i miss them (PeterMJ)
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abcd-em · 4 months
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the need to hold your hand
Rated G | Gift for @seek--rest | Domestic fluff in December
There are moments in his life that Peter will never forget. December feels a little less lonely when he has moments like this to remember and MJ’s hand to hold.
Read on Ao3 now
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missamyshay · 2 months
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sparks and embers
M | 8 chaps | divorced but living together, angst with a happy ending
"Listen, um, about the ring." MJ swallows. "I've been meaning to get it back to you and I keep forgetting. Can we...maybe meet for coffee and I'll give it to you then?"
Peter shakes his head. "I don't want it back. Honestly, it's...it was always meant for you."
MJ nods, something in her deflating. "Okay."
"We can meet for coffee though," Peter adds quietly. "You don't...you don't need to have something to give me."
"Right."
Peter lets out a breath and smiles at her. "See you for coffee?" he asks.
MJ smiles back at him, nodding her head as her throat tightens. "See you for coffee."
In which MJ and Peter find their ways back to each other—taking the long way round.
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weezly14 · 11 months
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we drew a map
PeterMJ | M | Celebrity AU (@spideychelleweek​ Day 2)
“I hate you,” she says, but she’s laughing. He grins.
“How could you hate me when I’m such a funny guy?”
“Telling the paps that we’re having a secret meeting —“
“In a city neither of us were gonna be in—“
“It just keeps the story alive.”
“Em,” he says softly. Something about the nickname or maybe his tone makes her feel loose, feel loved and seen and safe. “It’s been a year and a half. I don’t think this story’s going anywhere.”
read now.
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spicysagittarius · 10 months
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MJ comes home after a really frustrating day, but thankfully, her best friend and roommate Peter knows exactly what she needs to relax 😏
This one's a little long, apologies!
“And then..oh, fuck, Pete, get this, then he said that Marcus wasn’t gonna get marked down, because it wasn’t him who’d dealt with the customer, even though she’s his regular and his mistake! I mean, how fucking ridiculous is that, right?” MJ groans, her head in Peter’s pillow as he rubs her shoulders. 
“So ridiculous,” he muses. He really, really wishes he could focus right now, because it’s totally invalidating and rude not to, but…she’s wearing those shorts again. The ones made of thin cotton, the ones that don’t exactly cover her ass, and he’s biting his lip hard enough to draw blood with how much he’s trying to steer his focus away from it. He’s seen these shorts plenty of times; they do live together. He’s just never seen them this up close before. Just a brush of his hand away…
No. He can’t. And if he doesn’t manage to act normal right now, she’s gonna notice he’s…
“Peter?” Shit. She’s stopped ranting. He’s such a goddamn perv. Not to mention an awful best friend. 
“What? Oh, sorry.” He tries to laugh it off casually, resuming his motions on her upper back. After a few seconds, he can tell he’s hit a point of tension because she fucking whimpers. The noise almost makes him jump. His cock throbs unfairly in his boxer briefs. 
“Fuck, that’s so good…” MJ mumbles. He wants to hear that sound again. 
He manages to shut the logical side of his brain off, no matter how stupid that might end up being, he doesn’t care. He’s just…he needs to…
Carefully, he shifts his hands a little lower and rubs deeply into her tense muscles near her spine. She sighs. “Pete, can you get under my shirt?” What? But before he has time to react, she’s reaching behind her to pull the bottom hem of her t-shirt up, up, all the way to her shoulder blades until the bare skin of her back is revealed to him. In plain sight. Oh, he could so die right now. 
“Uh…yep. Yes. I can.” And then he’s touching bare Michelle skin and she’s mewling again and he might be totally off and literally such a pervert but he swears he can smell her? What else could that be? It’s not her perfume, or either of their sweat, or the lavender candle she’s lit in the kitchen past his bedroom door. No, it’s her. He can just tell. And she’s…she’s wet.
“Lower. Go lower.” It’s a sigh that falls from her lips and he doesn’t think he’s been this hard in his entire life. But even still, he manages to move his hands until they’re gripping her bare hips, just above the waistband of those fucking shorts. 
And that’s when she startles him even more by saying: “Shit, I’m so turned on.” He hears her exhale in a laugh. “That’s normal, right? Sorry to make it weird.”
“No, no, not at all, that’s…that’s normal. I think.” He breathes, hoping he sounded convincing. 
She turns her head to the side to meet his eyes. “Okay.” Her eyes remain on his as he continues his movements, even when she moans again and curses under her breath, she never breaks eye contact. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever experienced. The tension is so thick he feels suffocated, but maybe…maybe, he doesn’t mind. 
Yeah, he definitely doesn’t mind, he decides about five minutes later when the shorts have been flung across the room and he’s slipping his fingers into her lacy panties to find that she’s just as wet as he figured. His spidey senses haven’t failed him yet. Michelle’s whining and spreading her legs even wider for him, grazing her hand across the tent in his gym shorts. 
He’s even more sure of it when, another five minutes later, she’s tightening around his fingers as she falls off the edge, sobbing his name in release. 
He doesn’t give her much time to recover. He should feel bad, and maybe he would, if she didn’t smell so fucking sweet, if he wasn’t aching with the need to taste her. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he’s really sorry. 
But most of him is just focused on yanking her panties to the side and burying his face between her legs, revelling in her shocked squeal and shuddering moan when he sucks her clit into his mouth. Between whimpers, she manages an amused, “Well, this is one way to…fuck..to destress.” 
She’s goddamn right. And it’s decidedly the most effective. 
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vintagecola · 1 year
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New chapter up for The Long Dark Pizza Slice as well as my unfinished sketch of Peter B & MJ
Has anyone noticed my New Girl references? They’re probably so subtle they’re not even there.
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the--journeys · 4 months
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132nd Street
Rated M | 11,526 words | disgruntled co-workers to lovers
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“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.”
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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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peter and mj dancing as romeo and juliet
because i read @premiere-pro 's fic adagio in double time a second time and now i’m stuck on them as ballet dancers
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