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“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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APOCALYPSE (pt. one)
summary: harry osborn sets you up on a blind date with his best friend, peter parker. peter isn’t too interested in the date, but can’t say no to coming home with you.
word count: 6.4k
warnings: explicit content. minors dni (+18) unprotected sex.
a/n: hope you all enjoy chapter one! unedited and just for fun! took forever to finally complete this! (: - s
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CATALYST
“Do you want to come over?” Begging viridescent eyes pleaded for you to agree. But you knew better than that. To make a deal with the devil.
Harry Osborn was just some stuck-up rich kid with daddy's money. He was pretentious and you knew it the first time you met him during your interview to be his intern. Somehow, you qualified for more than an internship and he enjoyed your presence enough to request you as his secretary. You should’ve declined the position, but a job is a job, right? And who’s to deny a job with a convenient paycheck when you were living in America’s most expensive city? Not you, because you’re not dumb. But now, sometimes it felt like he just hired you as some eye candy or someone to permanently bug. Perhaps, both.
“I’m over here, aren’t I?” You huffed out.
He shook his head in annoyance but the grin on his face said otherwise. This was a common occurrence between you two. The usual game of cat and mouse. You both teased and asserted dominance and no one in particular ever wins. “Come over to my place tonight, Y/N.”
“Wow. Pretty straight to the point, Harry. Got tired of asking me out on a date?” You pouted.
“Y/N, I’m serious.” His body weight shifted to the door frame that led to his office. His arms were crossed as he leaned against the frame.
“And I’m serious when I told you I don’t go out with guys like you, Harry.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” His eyes are locked in with yours. It’s a staring contest between you two and you would be damned if you lost.
You let your tongue wet your bottom lip before telling him why everything about you two would be a bad idea. “You get everything you want.” You leaned forward against the desk, letting your breast spill over. Your eyebrows furrowed as you gave Harry the best doe eyes you possibly could as if the words you said weren’t meant to sting. “But I also get everything I want. So, someone would have to lose eventually. And I hate losing.”
Though he has been kind to you and relatively easy on the eyes, you weren’t going to have unprofessional relations with the man who signs your check. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t have fun with him, right? He was practically blonde and cheeky. Easy to talk to and good-looking. He had a sexy tired look, dark circles with enticing eyes that you could just swim in. Sometimes, the way he caught glimpses of you made your heart skip. How could you not at the very least flirt with him a little?
“So I can’t have you?” It didn’t quite come out as a question. The way it slips out of his devilish grin made you want to succumb to him and tell him you can have all of me. But this wasn’t the first time you had to deal with him and his snide remarks. He smiled with such confidence as if he knows he will have you one day and you just don’t know it yet.
“You’re my boss, Mr. Osborn. I’m not dating my boss.”
“Who said anything about dating?” Harry thought he was slick when he quickly glanced at your exposed chest and back into your eyes. You may have won the staring contest but now for all you know, Harry was thinking about your chest. And that’s a win for him.
The game no longer feels fun and you squashed any semblance of sexual tension with a roll of your eyes and slouch back into the chair. “Is this why you hired me? To prey and harass me?”
He rolls his eyes. “Fine. Then what’s your type?”
“Why?”
“Just answer, Y/N.”
∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗
You didn’t realize that out of all the people in the world, Harry Osborn was going to be setting you up on a blind date. A part of you felt like it was going to be a sick joke and Harry, himself, was going to walk through that door. Your supposed date was late and you felt yourself getting stood up. This man didn’t even know you and still bailed on you.
You blew air onto the once-steaming tea between your hands. It was cold now, but it was a habit to just blow on it. If you had something to keep you busy then possibly, the anticipated anxiety wouldn’t bubble over. That was the theory at least.
The cafe was quiet and dim. You noticed how the clouds slowly pulled over the sky, hiding the sun behind its grey. The April showers were more frequent now and you were smart enough to bring an umbrella in preparation for when they came. There was a bell that chimed when the door opened. You brought your attention towards the entrance to see a lanky boy in a grey jacket that ate him up. With wandering eyes, he looked around the cafe searching for someone. “Y/N?”
When he called your name it was like a command to you. Your legs pushed you up from the chair. You forced yourself to speak. “Hi?”
He towered over you with his slender and long limbs. He looked scrawny and sweet, his resemblance close to a puppy. In his grasp were a skateboard and a backpack perched on a shoulder. A sheepish smile spread across his face. “I’m Peter. I’m sorry I was late.”
“It’s okay. Y/N, but… You already knew that, though.”
Clear, barely-there-pink polish is chipping at your nails and it’s taking every ounce of you to not peel it off. Being focused on this date was the last thing you wanted to do. He took a seat across from you and took a second to drink you in. Your fingers grasped tighter onto your mug as if it would comfort you and help you make it through this situation. You thought that maybe you wanted it to be a joke so you wouldn’t have to try to woo over this man. It was easier to stay in your comfort zone than meet a handsome stranger at a coffee shop in Brooklyn.
The introductions and small talk were stiff, but you learned that he was in his third year of college for Biophysics and was extremely smart despite his overall lack of confidence. Harry listened to you when you said you liked nerdy boys and it was surprising that Harry could do anything remotely selfless or maybe you just underestimated him.
You felt your throat getting drier and drier as the conversation between you two continued. You wished that you were less observant and more naive. Then you would believe the date was going just fine. Then the bitter taste in your throat would be nothing but the oolong tea you’re nursing or even just a strange coincidental sensation. But every time you took a good look at Peter, his eyes never met yours and his pupils looked almost lifeless. You assumed it was the lack of confidence to excuse his averting eyes and closed-off personality, but you realized it was the lack of interest. He was just going through the motions and seemingly, to him, you were not a real human being with tangible emotions.
You attempted to keep up the intrigued act but you feel it slowly faltering. “Wow, so you work at the Daily Bugle? That’s awesome.”
“Yeah, but you know. I just take pictures,” he said modestly.
You were waiting for something significant to happen. A phone call. Sudden closure of the coffee shop. A car crashing into the window. His eyes were wavering and his disinterest was clear. It would be a good time to suddenly combust into a million pieces of shame, considering you thought he was extremely cute. You wanted to be pulled away from this experience and give him a regretful oh no, I have to go!
Peter cleared his throat before taking a sip of his coffee. “So how do you know Harry?”
“Unfortunately, he’s my boss. You?”
“Right. You work at OSCORP. I should’ve put that together…But, I guess you could say we’re best friends,” he shrugged like it was no big deal.
You laughed softly to yourself, “Harry Osborn is someone's best friend?”
“I think the same thing every day,” you were both smiling to yourselves, never looking up from the table. The topic of Harry has him perked up. “When we first met, mind you we were children, he had a wad of cash in his tiny baby hands and with all seriousness, he said, ‘be my friend’ and tried to give it to me!”
You feel bubbly from the thought of it. In disbelief, you said, “No way.”
“Yeah! He thought he could just buy me!”
“You were a baby escort!” You made a sour face.
“Exactly!” He shook his head, his eyes crinkling and cheeks starting to burn. Your hands were covering your smirk in an attempt to smother a cackle.
“What did you say to him?”
“I said ‘you can’t buy friends.’ And he said ‘watch me!’ Then, he walked up to some other kid and handed him the money. He stuck his tongue out as if he bought the greatest, most loyal friend of all time!”
“He gave you that smug look, didn’t he? The one where he thinks he won.”
“Yes! That’s the one! The stupid look. And then the next day he had the audacity to bug me about how the kid wasn’t being a good friend!” Peter’s smile was radiating. It felt so warm.
“Of course not.” You’re amused with the thought of Harry as a child and it shows on your face. You’re pleased to have this new ammunition for the next time you see him. “Not much has changed with him, huh?”
“No. Not at all.” He said reminiscing.
You were simmering down from that spark and the quietness sat between you two once again. If you had been blind, then you could say the chemistry was starting to blossom. He was charming once the conversation was flowing. But as you stare at this man, you find him more and more inscrutable as his smile faded.
“Are you okay?” Your lips moved without realizing it.
“Oh?” He tilted his head in confusion, his eyes on your twiddling fingers, “Yeah, why do you ask?”
“You just seem… Like you’re not into this.”
“Ah, shit… Is it that obvious?” His eyebrows raised in surprise when it comes out like it wasn’t him who said it. “Shit. Not that I’m not not into this- Into you! I’m just… I have a lot on my mind right now and I-”
You gave him a nod, an uneasiness in you pulling at your mouth. “Peter, it’s okay.”
“I’m sorry, I’m just…”
“It’s okay,” you reassured him once more. “You don’t have to explain anything to me.”
He finally brought himself to look at you, really look at you. His brown whisky eyes glowed into yours for the first time. You felt yourself getting drunk off of his whisky eyes and your belly stirred with warmth. This stammering idiot was making your heartbeat without words or actions. A simple look was all it took.
At this point, it was dark out from the lingering clouds, and most patrons in the cafe had left. It was silent and you were worried he could hear your heart pounding. His eyes were the first to look away. You licked your lips, hoping this would reward you with another glance. “I should probably go.”
He nodded his head without looking at you, the apathetic mask secured tightly onto his face. Your heart dropped in disappointment. The moment you shared with him was nothing but a moment. Fleeting and gone.
“I’ll walk you,” he said.
∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗
Walking to your apartment in silence was one way to do it, but it was definitely the most awkward way to go about it. It was late into the afternoon and you felt as though you wasted a perfectly good Saturday with this indifferent man. With him walking by your side, you noticed he’s significantly taller than Harry by a couple of inches.
The air was balmy and the streets were no busier or quieter than usual. There were clicks coming from your heels, the impact from the hard concrete being the only thing you could focus on. Your eyes were glued to your Doc Martens, Peter’s converse sauntering through the streets in your peripheral. You were hyper-fixated on avoiding anything that looked suspicious and that included harmless green gum that stuck to the pavement. It was better to worry about your cleanliness than this terrible date that Harry had set you up on. Harry wanted you to see that no one compares to him and that you should just give him a chance. That’s what you thought and you were embarrassed to tell him how the date went.
You avoided any cracks in the concrete, a game that normally keeps you grounded, but at this moment you used it to distract yourself. Drops of liquid made the concrete look like it has a terrible case of chicken pox. The darker grey spots start to fill up the surface area. There’s a drop of wetness dripping from your forehead to your cheek, looking almost like you were shedding a single tear. You heard a mumble of fuck come from Peter. He was slightly ahead of you, the back of his head in your vision.
“Oh, I have an umbrella.” Your voice came out more hoarse than you intended.
Peter’s head shook in disagreement, allowing you to catch the slight frown on his face. “No. We have to go before it starts to get worse.”
“What? But I have an umbrella?” You started reaching into your tote bag before Peter took your wrist, and suddenly he was dragging you behind his slender legs.
Once you realized the two of you were running, you took repossession of your hand and started letting your strides get bigger in an attempt to keep up with his long limbs. Taking a deep breath, you caught a whiff of fresh rain and good ol’ city sewer that you’re normally able to ignore. The New York streets were ingrained into your senses, but on damp days the smell and essence of millions of people and rats permeated the air more intensely.
“Peter?” You called out to him, worried.
“Just run!” Peter replied without looking back, and though he could easily leave you in your tracks, he purposely kept a pace that is manageable for you. You’re stuck thinking, where did this sudden sense of urgency come from?
The light rain drops that tenderly grazed against your cheeks turned into pricks of needles hailing from above. The umbrella that weighed down your now soggy bag was mocking you. Your wet fingers were twitching to pull it out and shield you from the sudden downpour, but like a loyal and obedient dog, you adhered to Peter’s command. Just run. And so you followed him down the saturated streets that led to your apartment.
The feeling of your cardigan got heavier on your back, the rain permeating through the wool, spawning a shiver down your neck. “You must really not like rain!”
“Hate it!” He said. “It’s my camera!” He glanced back at you, his dark hair sopping and sticking to his forehead. He throws his thumb back, gesturing to his bag. And despite him and his backpack being drenched, the once apathetic man is now beaming with ecstasy. “You okay?”
“I’m okay,” you seemed to get out, appalled by the caprice of his mood. The analogous of nothing to everything with the weather and Peter stirred something in you. Your thoughts were stuck on the way that Peter will give you no crumb of himself and then like the weather, pour out all he is into you and give you the brightest smile a man could give. And that was everything to you.
“Take a right here!” You yelled to him.
Turning onto the new street was atrocious with people pressing up against each other and umbrellas crashing against other umbrellas. It was human traffic. Peter reached out for your hand more gently this time. His worry for his camera has dissipated as he respectfully followed the traffic flow. He didn’t shove or push his way out or yell at people to get out of his way. He was gentle with how he held your hand. This gives you a second to catch your breath but it feels humid and sticky as everyone waddles past each other like penguins.
When you reached the end of the block, a red light deterred any movement. Your hand was still glued to Peter’s and whether it was intentional or not, you were thankful. Unlike the rest of your body, your hand was warm and you were clinging to the warmth Peter shared with you.
“I was in such a rush, and we ended up being rained on, anyways,” Peter said, eyes cemented on the crosswalk.
For what seemed like the hundredth time, you told him, “It’s okay.” Except, it came out as a pitiful breath. Peter noticed this and you were granted his rare attention. Unfortunately, you were less than graceful at the moment. You were trying your best not to look like you’re heaving from complete enervation. Exhaustion drained your face and it looked like blood was rushing to the apples of your cheek. It was the worst time for him to study you.
In your peripherals, you spot the crosswalk sign turned from bright ruby to white. Your body propelled you forward like the city goers around you, but Peter’s grasp slacked you back towards him. Through the dew on your lashes, you detected the lingering from Peter. His deep umber eyes burned a hole through your face and his thumb brushed against your wrist. Shoulders and elbows are scraping at your sides as people make their way across the street, and yet you stayed right where Peter wanted you.
“Everything’s okay with you, huh?” He said with a genuine smile.
“Your camera.” You said, ignoring his question.
“It’s okay.” Peter dipped his head down, water beading off his forehead. His breath was warm against your lips, provoking your naive heart. Any womanly instincts inside of you were muted, the sound of rainfall and your heartbeat deafening. Your consciousness was instructing you to close the gap, but the weight on your chest denied you any movement. You were motionless, unsure of the situation- unsure of Peter. A sliver of air was the partition that separated your collision. The tip of his nose brushed against yours, a drop of rain from his face trailing down to yours.
What was he thinking? Because God knew you thought he had no interest in you, and here he is. Close enough to inhale your oxygen. Was this the depravity of a man?
Before you knew it, you were tasting bitter coffee and you never favored the dark brew, but easily you wanted more. It was a pair of impulsive and wet lips. A match of shaky hands and twin hearts both racing past ribs cages. If you could, you would stay there forever kissing Peter until your fingers were pruney and ears frozen.
He was the first to pull away. You were worried he was going to apologize and you had to tell him it was okay, again. Instead, he just smiled. You convinced yourself a spark or two wasn’t going to put you in a romantic daze. A kiss in the rain, however, was something you were going to think about for a long time.
Hoping that this time you earn his full and eager attention, you licked the running dew from your bottom lip. “You know… You’re going to get sick.”
He stared at your parted lips just as you craved. “What do you suppose I do about it?”
∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗
It was your turn to drag Peter behind as you lead him to your apartment. You felt giddy and full of anticipation. His hands were tender and intertwined with yours as you took the stairway. When you reach the top of the third floor, wetness dripped down to the tiles and he pulled you into his strong arms. His biceps were thicker than you imagined.
“Third floor, huh?” He let out a deep exhale, pressing his forehead to yours.
“Tired?” You whispered, lacking any appearance of satirizing, but rather with concern.
His lips tugged upwards, a toothy grin presented to you. “Never.”
The palm of his hands reached your jaw, his touch coercing soft whimpers from you. Peter rewarded you with his tongue, gently parting you open. It was a sight to see him transform. The detached and reserved Peter was now hungry and almost animalistic for you. You were grinding into each other like the push and pull of the ocean. Salt on his neck, wetness pooling at your panties. You haven’t even made it to your apartment yet.
His strong grasp took you aback. Forceful hands gripping onto your belt loops, beckoning you near to his core. A thick bulge pressed to your lower abdomen, butterflies sprouting at the touch. Your nails dug into his chest fervently before taking a bunch of his hoodie into your clutch. This act of desperation from you urged a groan out from him. Low and reverberating.
Just a simple proposition was all that it took to rile him up. To you, the obvious solution to avoid getting sick was to remove any wet clothes- and that was all of them at this point. Peter liked that idea. The way his eyes burned into your clothed figure told you that he liked that idea a lot and wasn’t opposed to undressing. Whatever happened after the discarding of clothes was up to his own volition. If you didn't feel chemistry with him an hour ago, you definitely felt it now as his eyes were unwavering from your body. And it was the most apparent when your shaky hands shamefully struggled to enter your apartment key into the hole and behind you, Peter held you gingerly at the sides, whispering, good girl when you finally managed to open your door.
Maybe, it was just human nature. Whether you had chemistry together or it was just your instincts to survive and reproduce. You didn’t care either way. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that Peter was slipping your damp cardigan down to expose your shoulder and pressing a tender-hearted kiss at the peak. You let it fall to the floor, a dull splat echoing as the open air sends goosebumps along your body. Peter's eyes gaped at your chest, your nipples becoming apparent past the sheer top. He wanted them in his mouth and you wanted to watch him suck on them.
You continued to take turns peeling off a drenched article one by one. You were both presenting your bodies to each other. Slowly taking the view in. Preparing for one another’s offering. In one easy motion, Peter threw his shirt over his head to reveal a toned and ripped chest. With his chiseled abs and ravenous eyes, you felt your heartbeat skip like a flat stone against a still river. Just as you were about to pull your underwear down, Peter stopped you.
“Not yet,” he said, pressing his hand against your cheek. He was kissing you again, taking your pride with it. You felt touch starved. Frantic hands grasped onto his muscular physique as if there was no time to memorize each piece of him. He was reluctant to give you pieces of himself, but his body, he gave you effortlessly. You were grateful.
He took a deep inhale into your shoulder, taking in your intoxicating aroma. The way he adored your body was harmful. You could feel yourself wanting more of him and his touch. You were stumbling over each other’s feet, ready to devour one another. Wants were swimming in Peters's head. He wanted to touch you. Wanted to kiss you. Wanted to fuck you upright and horizontally and any other way he could find. Want, want, want. He wanted you. He hoped his tongue conveyed that to you as he licked the nape of your neck.
His hands started at the small of your back. Like molasses, they slowly dripped down your body, a palm finding its way to your thighs. His touch was soft, barely there. Moving up and down on your inner thigh, sending you rushes of pleasure.
The air was filled with arousal. You were trembling as Peter’s hand slithered down your abdomen to the waistband of your panties. Your breath hitched as he put pressure on your clit. His fingers weren’t moving and it made your pussy throb with need. You took matters into your own hands and started rubbing your wet slit onto his hand like a toy. Your hips circled against his pressure.
“So wet for me,” his voice sent electricity down to your cunt. Desperate whines escaped your lips, turning Peter into something of a sex-crazed lunatic. Fucks alluded from his mouth, a mantra for himself to keep his cool. The sight of your bare breast slightly bouncing as you shifted your clit against him made him want to go ballistic. He could barely contain himself, but neither could you.
“Please,” you mewled. “I need your fingers in me.”
“Fuck.” His voice warmed the tips of your ears.
“Please, Peter.”
“Beg for it.”
“Your fingers in me. I need them so bad,” Your bare chest was moving up and down from the pleasure. Peter couldn’t take his eyes off you, your hips moving against his still hand. “Please.”
His mouth became agape, watching you like prey, just before slipping in his thick middle finger. It went in seamlessly like he has fingered you a million times. Peter’s thumb made its way to your clit and applied the lightest pressure while moving his finger in and out of you. He could feel you tremble against his touch.
Peter’s fingers felt so good. You wondered how his cock would feel. “You’re so wet, Y/N.”
“You make me wet, Peter.” He’s fingerfucking you in your living room. You didn’t even make it to the bedroom, let alone the couch. You were both too consumed in pleasure to lay down nor sit down. You imagined that it was the way you were now addicted to his approval. If he wasn’t smiling at you, then you weren’t satisfied. He was a man with needs. There wasn’t more than that you presumed. It was okay because you were a woman with needs.
“Can’t wait any longer,” he said, pulling his finger out of you. Peter reached for the thin fabric on your hips and undressed you. His boxers were still on, his bulge thick. He was at your feet now and admiring your figure. Admiring your bare cunt.
You suddenly felt shy. Like you forgot how the two of you got into this situation as if it wasn’t your idea. You watched Peter, waiting for his next move. He pressed a soft kiss to your clit before standing up. “Lay down for me.”
For me, he said! The butterflies were surely tossing in your belly. He was taking off his boxers, and a perfect pink cock sprung out. It was hard not to lick your lips, eager for what was to come. With that length, his wish was your command.
Now, naked on the couch, you were waiting for him. You were ready for this enigma of a man with an incredible body. As he came closer to the couch, he stroked his cock slowly. You watched his hand move up and down. It felt like he was teasing you.
He finally mounted you, his cock resting on your stomach. You could feel the precum leaking onto your skin. You could feel his breath on your cheek. You could feel everything at that moment. Your heartbeat. Your anxiety. The sweat on your temple.
He rubbed his thumb along your forehead, swiping away runaway tendrils of hair. You gave him a nervous closed-mouth smile. He gave you a half smile back, but his chocolate eyes assured you of his enthusiasm.
His free hand grabbed his cock to guide it into you. Your lack of patience caused you to take it upon yourself to help him. You grasped the back of his hand that held his cock and ushered it closer to your needy pussy. His wet tip grazed against your slit. With his large length in mind, you spread your labia taut while your legs are splayed across the couch. The embarrassment of your need was clear on your face. You couldn’t even be bothered with protection! It had barely reached your mind, but your pussy was aching so desperately for Peter.
You moved your hips up and down against his smooth tip to cover in your wetness. His lips huffed out warm air on your ear. A slight shiver ran down your back as you could feel him press himself deeper. You arched your back, your body confused by this foreign gift. With this new opening, Peter let his hand grasp onto your lower back to help him bring you closer. His cock wasn’t even all the way in and your cunt was aching already.
He was so gracious to let you get used to his cock, pausing any further movement in entering you. His tongue gently played with yours. The taste of coffee was still there. On his lips, on his teeth, and on his tongue. It reminded you of the coffee shop where you had nothing to talk about with him, where chemistry was unfamiliar to you two. And now with rain dew turning into sweat and pheromones, the tip of his cock was making your pussy throb.
“You didn’t tell me you were so big,” you laughed nervously, hiding your face with his shoulder. He ran his hand through your hair tenderly. Almost too tenderly.
“You’re such a good girl. I didn’t think I would need to warn you,” he said. He wanted you to melt into nothing. Melt into his touch. Melt into his words. “I’ll go slow.”
Following a deep inhale, you shook your head. You whispered, “You can do whatever you want with me. I am a good girl.”
A soft laugh escaped from him before eagerly entering into you fully. You were biting your bottom lip at the filling sensation. The pleasure of his cock was encapsulating and overwhelming.
“Fuck,” Peter grunted. You found yourself whimpering with each thrust. Despite your words and the fire in his eyes, he moved gently. You could feel yourself getting more and more acclimated to his cock, your wetness overflowing.
“You feel so good on my cock,” Peter moaned, his hips circling and hands wandering. You were tangled in his limbs. Your nails gripped onto his back for support. It reminded him of how much power he had over you. How easily he could break you. You wanted to encapsulate this memory into a shoe box of mementos and photographs. Being fucked by Peter was pure heaven.
The room was filled with his grunts and your moans. Your own control of your body was escaping you. Heat buzzed along your belly and your face until he took his cock out of you. A whine immediately left your lips. He was depriving you of the one thing you needed.
“Do you want it?” He breathed out.
“God. Yes, Peter. I want it,” you were practically begging for him to put it back in. Instead, he latched onto your nipple, sending shivers across your neck. “Peter, please.”
Your slit felt empty and dripping in your own juices. You reached down to grasp onto his thick member but he grabs your wrists, placing them above your head. He was sucking on your nipple while his other hand pumped himself.
He was taking you for everything that you were. Your face was red with embarrassment, but your pussy twitched with need and you needed his cock.
“I want your cock in me,” you panted, hips trying to catch him. Without noticing it, he was edging you. Brought you to euphoria just to interrupt your almost-firing nerves.
He continued to ignore you, his hands pumping his cock and his teeth rubbing against your sensitive breast. Any longer and you would be bruised with his mark.
“I want to make a mess on your cock.” You let out shamelessly, but fully breathless.
The satisfaction was written all over his face with eyes of fire. “God. If you wanted that, you should’ve just said that,” he grunted and rewarded you with his member. He entered you all at once, pushing his full length into you.
“Fuck!” You gasped.
Your blood rushed towards your core, muscles contracting around his warming cock. The pace naturally started to speed up, being thrusted by Peter had you moaning with no self control. His groans were jagged and loud. His passion was overwhelming. In place of rain, your skin was now drenched in sex and sweat.
Your core started to clench as he pumped himself into you. Your nails gnawed at his rigid back. “I’m going to cum,” you whined.
Instead of continuing his pace, he got off of you. To feel his cock slide completely out of you left you speechless. You were gasping at the near ecstasy you were about to achieve. It felt so far away. He pissed you off.
Your back sank into the couch as his weight left you. Before reacting, you watched him as your pussy pulsed at the emptiness he left you.
He sat down, leaning his back on the couch. He patted his thigh, coaxing you.
“Cum all over this dick,” he said definitively before letting his head hang back. He knew the power he had. He knew you would listen to him. He was completely right. There was nothing you wanted more than to orgasm all on his cock.
You climbed on top of him, your hands resting on his shoulders. You could feel the presence of his cock beneath you. His shaded stare ate you up. He kept up a stoic face, almost like he was challenging you.
You watched his face as you lowered your body down on his cock, engulfing his tip only.
“Good girl,” he whispered. Those words had you in a trance. His approval meant everything to you at the moment, but the stolen orgasm was still simmering in your belly.
You licked your lips. You didn’t feel like a good girl right now. You wanted him to be a good boy.
You started to bounce up and down on his tip, ensuring to never let more than his tip in you. All the while you continued to study his face. He challenged you. He didn’t know this, but you don’t like to lose.
You didn’t let any of your control slip. Your face was rid of any excessive euphoria.
He licked his lips, a small gesture of pleasure taking over him. You smiled tenderly at him as you slowed your hip movement. You glided on his tip, taking your precious time. You coated him generously with your wetness. This change of pace had his eyebrows furrowing together.
“Fucking tease,” Peter said. His hands grasped onto your hips and with slight pressure, he attempted to bring you down on his cock.
A soft laugh came from your lips. You bowed your head down so that your lips were against his. You bit his bottom lip before dipping your tongue into his mouth.
“Be a good boy,” you warned him.
Once more, he laid his head back and watched you through hooded eyes. This time, instead of a challenge, his eyes said he was giving you all the power to use his cock.
“I’ll be good,” he licked his lips.
You held his head between your breast. The soft aroma of his evergreen shampoo filled the atmosphere. Your nose snuggled his forest of hair. You let out a pleased moan shifting your hips slightly. “Good.”
Calculated and deliberate, you let your weight guide you down on him, his length filling you up more and more. The penetration felt so warm and comforting, sliding up and down on his cock felt just right. His face was smothered by your breast, his lips stuck to your flesh.
If you were more grounded, you would hear the pitter-patter of the rain on concrete and ceilings or notice how drastically dark it got in your apartment or how your soaking clothes were spread across the floor. But you hadn’t noticed any of this. You were too consumed with Peter’s moans, and the sound of Peter’s cock hammering into you, and the way you felt hot all over.
Before you knew it, words spewed out of your mouth. “Please cum in me, Peter.”
“You didn’t cum yet,” he said between kisses on your neck.
“I’m about to,” you mewled, your fingernails sinking into his skin
“You are?” he said with begging eyes.
“Please cum with me, Peter,” you managed to get out.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you tightly. He started to thrust into you and use you like his very own sex toy. You couldn’t contain your voice. Your screams echoed in the apartment. With your fingers, you rubbed your clit gently as Peter penetrated you repeatedly.
“I’m going to cum on your cock!” you gasped.
Your fingers glided over your clit feverishly until you could feel the contractions in your stomach. You were moaning desperately at the long-awaited bliss.
You had came, but Peter was still hammering himself into you. Your pussy was throbbing with overstimulation. “Fuck, Peter. This is too much,” you cried out.
His pace persisted, and his grasp on you was resolute.
“Peter!” Tears were coming to your eyes. Your nails were drawing blood and yet he continued. You were overwhelmed with pleasure. “Fuck!”
“I’m cumming!” He grunted, his thrusts turning slow and meaningful. You could feel his cum warm your belly up. His movement came to a stop and you laid your body onto him. Your body was slack. Tired. Your voice was hoarse. You could feel his cum overflow in you. Pitter patters of rain were gone.
“Good girl, Y/N,” he whispered.
> chapter two
a/n: hope everyone enjoyed it! i have loved fanfic since i was in middle school and that was a very very long time ago. :0 this is my first published fan fiction and i would appreciate all of the interaction i can get!
xoxo scorpio mommy
#peter parker#tasm fanfiction#tasm smut#tasm!peter x you#spiderman#the amazing spider-man#marvel#andrew garfield#andrew!peter x you#Dane DeHaan#angst#fanfic#fandom#tom holland#petermj#peter parker x reader#smut#tasm!peter fluff#tasm andrew garfield#tasm!spiderman x you#spiderverse#marvel smut#marvel fanfic series#smut fanfiction#swag#first date#coffee#ੈ✩scorpiomother
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point of view
E | 14 chapters | strangers to lovers, roommates, identity reveal, fwb
“Gwen.”
“MJ, listen.”
“No. Are you kidding me?”
“It’s a great idea.”
“It’s a terrible idea,” MJ counters, seeing the smirk on Gwen’s face. “You want me to move in with someone I don’t even know?”
“You’ve met him.”
“Once,” MJ argues but she knows she’s already lost.
Gwen always gets what she wants.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight.
Nine.
#petermj#spideychelle#petermjane#mj x peter#Peter x MJ#this fic has too much smut for me to keep using the real photo#sorry babes I have irrational lines I don’t feel comfortable crossing#still a cute pic maybe for something else
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Peters a freelance photographer and MJ just moved back and is modeling to make some extra cash (rents expensive). Peter really planned to never see MJ again, and even did his best to not form relationships past friendship. Too bad for Peter though, once running into MJ again, she will (and does) figure him out.
#Spider-Man#spiderman#michelle jones#michelle jones watson#peter parker#mcu#petermj#spideychelle#Peter will fall in love all over again bc MJ just got better with their time apart#and MJ will still fall in love with Peter bc he’s a kind boy#if I could write it would be a long fic that’s well paced with tension#a nice sprinkle of smut#little to no angst#and would have a HAPPY ending bc I’m not a sad person
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What’s up, sluts! It’s the most wonderful time of year again! That’s right! Hot Girl Summer of 2022 is here. You know the drill. Once again utilizing thorough research strategies such as excluding any tag that did not directly involve Peter and MJ, and scrolling very quickly on each page, we found that this year, there are 313 explicit fics. That’s 116 more than last year! Great work everyone! Round of applause! Pat yourselves on the back. You’ve earned it, champ.
(Note: while we are aware of the existence of fics with the M rating that contain some smut, our research exclusively focuses on fics that are rated E).
Still, we feel as though there can be even more.
And once again, we present our solution:
HOT IDIOT SUMMER 2022
The collection of Spideychelle works centered around thotty activities is back, babey! Just like last year, it will be open from June 1st to August 31st.
Housekeeping Items:
No prompts. Only vibes.
There will be no dedicated prompts or days. Write whatever you want, whenever you want!
If you need some inspiration, here are a few lists that can help!
100 Smut Dialogue Prompts
Smut Prompt List
Kink Prompt List
Smutty Prompts
Sentence Starts. Flirty/Suggestive/NS*W Edition
Starting June 1st (yes, we know that’s not the first day of Summer, but Hot Girl Summer isn’t about when you start) post on Tumblr and/or to the collection on AO3.
Make sure to tag us so that we can reblog your work!
We know that there are other events this summer. Explicit works you make for those can be added to our collection!
So what exactly can we do?
Lots! Writing (drabbles, blurbs, three sentence fics, full-blown 100k slow-burn friends to lovers if that’s your vibe, etc.) and art on any medium (moodboards, sketches, digital art, animation, etc., as long as it follows our guidelines).
Any Rules?
Non-con/dub-con are strictly prohibited.
NO RACISM, SEXISM, HOMOPHOBIA, PEDOPHILIA, OR AGE-INAPPROPRIATE SHIPS
If there are any issues that you see, don’t hesitate to communicate with us!
REMEMBER: Tags are very important.
Not everyone has the same interests and experiences. Please include necessary trigger warnings.
We reserve the right to deny any creations that we feel can cause harm.
If there is any question as to whether or not you should tag something, feel free to reach out, but the safest bet is to just tag it.
This is a strictly Spideychelle collection, however threesomes (lol) and more are more than welcome as long as they follow the rules above.
Link to Collection
In further research, we hope this resolution increases our data for the Spideychelle tag. Thank you for your time.
#spideychelle#petermj#peter parker/mj watson#peter parker/michelle jones#peter parker/michelle jones-watson#peter parker#mj watson#michelle jones#michelle jones-watson#peter x mj#hot idiot summer#hot idiot summer 2022#spidey#ffh#nwh#hoco#spiderman#smut prompts
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
Thanks for the tags @fieldsofview & @seek--rest 🦦
1. How many works do you have on ao3?
35
2. What's your total ao3 word count?
582,965
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Currently Spider-Man and The Bear.
4. Top five fics by kudos:
across the hall
spotlights and moonlight
106 miles
reset
maroon
5. Do you respond to comments?
Every single one! Might take me a while to get round to it, but I’ll always try my best to give a thoughtful response.
6. What is the fic your wrote with the angstiest ending?
Hard to say, I’m not good at drawing a line between ‘angsty’, ‘hopeful’, ‘happy’ etc endings. Everything is a little bit of all. But perhaps timeless.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Again, difficult. But maybe The Balcony.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
on my way you will always be famous! The only fic I’ve had active hate on. I’ve received no less than eight anon messages telling me how much they hated it since the day I posted it back in December—the most recent one being sent just last week! Or how much it ‘didn’t work’ for them for a number of reasons that just go to show me that they didn’t actually dedicate the time to properly read the fic. I’d like to think that they’re all from the same miserable person, but alas, I know that they aren’t. It’s still one of my favourite things I’ve ever written though, y’all can’t make me hate it! ✌🏾
9. Do you write smut?
I do!
10. Craziest crossover:
I haven’t done one yet but I’d like to! I had ideas for one swimming around a few months back, but haven’t made any real headway on it. Never say never though!
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of!
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not yet!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Currently writing my first collab—spotlights and moonlight with @seek--rest—and I’m loving it! Definitely want to do more collabs in the future.
14. All time favorite ship?
PeterMJ
15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
If it’s still up, I have plans to finish it!
16. What are your writing strengths?
I think I’m good at making characters feel like real people, and I think I’m descriptive of details in a way that matters—in a way that makes the world of the story more vibrant and lived in.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I have absolutely no control over my wordcounts!!!!!!! 😡
18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?
Why not!
19. First fandom you wrote in?
Marvel.
20. Favorite fic you've written?
on my way, or anything from my cycles series.
Tagging: @ambeauty @palettesofrenaissance @tllgrrl and anyone else who sees this
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Best smut Petermj u got pls🙏🏼
Anything by @spicysagittarius on A03
Is there plot? Eh… Is there porn? Absolutely.
As always mind the tags
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20 Questions (for fanfic writers)
Tagged @fieldsofview & @seek--rest - thank you!
1. how many works do you have on ao3?
112!
2. what's your total ao3 word count?
1,318,348
3. what fandoms do you write for?
Some version of Spidey almost always, though I've dabbled recently!
4. top five fics by kudos:
Everybody Talks with @seek--rest
Parallel Lines with @seek--rest
Picking up the pieces of a lego house
Learning curve
Been waiting for you
5. do you respond to comments?
Yesss
6. what is the fic your wrote with the angstiest ending?
Hmmm.
Probably Giving My 5 green tiles to you?
7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
The TBART series for sure.
8. do you get hate on fics?
No direct hate. I've more had some very backhanded remarks and unsolicited criticisms that have been sent my way.
9. do you write smut?
Oui. I do now innit
10. craziest crossover:
Until this weekend I hadn't written any sort of crossover before, merely AUs inspired by existing media.
So I suppose my only crossover will have to be my craziest which isn't that crazy at all as its post NWH Peter meeting a few X-Men
11. have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I'm aware?
Please don't this isn't an invitation
12. have you ever had a fic translated?
Not that I'm aware!
13. have you ever co-written a fic before?
YES!!! It is so fun!!
The idea daunted me for a time bc of self doubt innit, but it takes all the fun of screaming about your own writing and screaming about your friends writing and mashes it into one huge cacophony of screams!!
14. all time favorite ship?
Has to be petermj. They're just built different to ME
15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Hmmm I've been humming and hahing about a line that separates words - I started it in a flurry while consumed with other fics and the outline SHOWS, plus it being a Christmas fic means I have to be in a certain mood which has made it very hard to return to
16. what are your writing strengths?
Getting into a characters head, building out a world from their pov.
17. what are your writing weaknesses?
Descriptions. Whether it's scenery or physical character or action. The image of a scene is so clear in my head but translating that to word is difficult.
18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?
If it needs to be there, yeah.
19. first fandom you wrote in?
Wouldn't you like to know
20. favorite fic you've written?
AHHHH
Some version of you, right now
Tagging: @weezly14 @missamyshay @the--journeys @hollow-dweller @ambivalentmarvel @shrinkthisviolet
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I posted 2,278 times in 2022
257 posts created (11%)
2,021 posts reblogged (89%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@karinaisloud
@cocoamoonmalfoy
@abc2411
@forasecondtherewedwon
@rejectofsociety
I tagged 1,164 of my posts in 2022
Only 49% of my posts had no tags
#spideychelle - 160 posts
#petermj - 159 posts
#ask games - 63 posts
#peter parker - 40 posts
#mj watson - 35 posts
#nwhspoilers - 28 posts
#yes - 26 posts
#anon - 25 posts
#yeah - 22 posts
#petermjane - 21 posts
Longest Tag: 98 characters
#it's also weird bc my art posts are always showing up in the tags at first but then disappearing??
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Smutty fic recs?
BOY HOWDY DO I
OOOOH yes!! here are some of my fav smut fics, some classics and some newer!
needless to say, all of these fics contain smut
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until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky by @tvfanatic97-2 - honestly already one of my fav petermj fics. a porn-as-plot coming (heh) of age relationship study w on-again-off again petermj. it's *chef kiss* amazing
5/12 chapters
15k words
'Cause Girl You Earned It by @jenniboo311 - like!!! damn!! dom!peter in this is so so good, and the dynamic between the two is so wonderfully written
one-shot
4.5k words
Craving Your Touch by @anarchyduck - a little dom!mj!! as a treat!! peter gets blindfolded and thoroughly enjoys it :)
one-shot
960 words
Reckless Behavior by @spideysmjs - a friends to lovers where peter and mj are competitive about who's the best at oral. what ensues is hot and hilarious
one-shot
9.7k words
a peculiar offer by @spideyxchelle - mj asks peter for a favor, she wants to have a baby, and peter, being the excellent roommate and friend he is, offers to help. a sexy, and also very very sweet fic!!
one-shot
5.1k
Caught by @procrastinationpony - THIS FIC okay!! mj gets caught in peter's bed and it goes very well indeed !!
one-shot
3.4k
the way you make me feel by abusedtrademarkemoji - you may or may not need a minute to lie down after this one. the dirty talk and the slightly dom!peter is exquisite.
one-shot
3.9k
when you give that look to me (I better look back carefully) by @mjonesing - a fwb fic (that's due for an update EMILY) that i know is going to destroy me. another instance of porn as plot (or porn w plot that comes later, as em's tags say) that's fun and sexy!! and peter and mj are big ol' idiots in it. amazing.
4/10 chapters
18.9k
this coupon is good for... by flying_snowmen - a classic!! when will this fic return from the war? fair warning, it hasn't been updated since 2020, but it's still worth the read!! mj gives peter a coupon book for a gift, not realizing it's for sexy favors dsjlakfjd
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#4
Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?
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#3
✨SQUISH✨
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My #1 post of 2022
Do you ever see a take so bad it makes you viscerally react to it? like imagine watching nwh, hell the whole home trilogy, and your only takeaway is that MJ was a “useless, boring character” or that she did nothing to help Peter?? Sorry you can't understand the fact that people don't need to have powers to help someone?
Because can we talk about this scene?
Peter is wrought with guilt after everything that’s just happened. MJ holds his face as she tells him “we’re gonna get through this and we’re gonna get through this together.” She holds his hand. She comforts him. She just sits with him.
It’s not always about being able to fight. It’s about emotional support. It’s about helping your friend/lover stay true to themselves even in moments of wild grief and anger.
The other two spideys show up at first to SUPPORT PETER. Not to fight.
So many times throughout this movie, Peter’s loved ones (May, Ned, AND MJ) keep him grounded when everything is falling apart.
if you honestly can’t see how important that is to Peter and you think it’s just about being a good sidekick, then you don’t understand the character.
MJ does this throughout the entire movie, and it’s from the very beginning; right after the identity reveal in the crowd, at Peter's apartment, on video chat, on the roof. And that's just in the first twenty or so minutes.
She becomes the optimism he needs and makes him hope when he becomes jaded after May’s death.
there is no Spider-Man without the people he loves and the impact they've had on him. And in the MCU, there is no Spider-Man without MJ, Ned, and May. Even with the ending, Peter carries May's moral compass, kind heart, and sense of responsibility; Ned's loyalty and humor; and Michelle's love and optimism, forward with him. He's able to continue being Spider-Man at the end because of May's words to him and because Ned and MJ are okay.
And I don’t even wanna get into the whole “MJ Watson’s not coming back/oh well she lost her memories!!” thing bc that itself is a post for another time.
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#tumblr2022#year in review#my 2022 tumblr year in review#love that mj's my number one post#as she should be#awwwww
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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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20 questions for fic writers
tagged by @seek--rest and @abcd-em
How many works do you have on ao3?
45!
what's your total ao3 word count?
780,156
What fandoms do you write for?
I've written for Doctor Who, Once Upon a Time, Star Wars, and most recently - Spider-Man
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
we'll go just spidey, how's that.
the slowest moving train (collab w/seek)
styrofoam plates (also a collab w/seek)
something blue
dust to dust
we could call it even
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Sometimes. Mostly I forget? I always mean to but then time passes and it's like, it's been too long, I couldn't possibly now, and there are so many that it overwhelms me.
What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending
definitely each descending peak.
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Hmmm. I'm not sure it's happiest but it's happy and I think hopeful, or pointing that way? you could be the one.
Do you get hate on fics?
Got some hate on the biodad au with seek.
Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yep. Fun fact: spidey is the first fandom for which i've written smut! i think it's mostly plot driven or smut that serves the emotional development of the characters? like sure sometimes it's just about writing a fun smut thing but sex is about so much more than sex? it's connection, it's intimacy, it's a way of making up or avoiding things, it's deep, it's fun - it can be so many things. and it's a part of life, a part of being in a relationship, and as i like writing about relationships it's just another way of developing and explaining the relationship.
Do you write crossovers?
No
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Yeah, I had a DW fic stolen back in the day.
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yeah, ouat
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Another new thing in spidey - yes! @seek--rest and i have written many fics together and it's been a lot of fun. the world building together is great, and then it's like mini updates whenever she writes her bit.
What's your all-time favorite ship?
all time? that's hard. PeterMJ are pretty high up there, and it's what i've been consumed with recently, so.
What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
i'm planning to finish all my wips, just might take some time.
What are your writing strengths?
i'm good at dialogue, i think
What are your writing weaknesses?
ridiculous thought it is, given i write spider-man fic, i feel weak when it comes to writing the fights/villains/action sequence stuff.
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
i would if it served a purpose.
First fandom you wrote for?
harry potter, waaaaaaaay back in the day. lost to time now.
Favorite fic you've written?
idk, i love them all. at the moment? days like these is pretty near to my heart. art imitating life, learning to have hope, etc. that one's special to me for where i'm at in my life, idk.
tagging whoever hasn't been tagged and wants to play.
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hey! proud of you for getting back into writing! from one comics nerd (and the creator of the ask game) to another, here's some asks!
1, 6, 13, 18, 23, 31 [you pick], 43, and 47
oh hello!! and thank you so much ❤️ comics nerds unite!
of the ones you've written, which romantic relationship has developed the fastest? how fast is it?
i definitely have had characters fuck in the first chapter more than once LMAO (with, of course, the emotional development taking much longer.) but the answer will probably always be rebelcaptain (jyn erso and cassian andor, for those not entrenched in star wars fandom); their mutual insanity is, like. mutually insane. it's true in canon, it's true in every extension of canon, it's true in all of my aus. they met and were literally instantly obsessed with each other GHFJDSK
6. have you ever started to write a relationship and had it develop differently than you expected? how so?
in terms of a specific story? this au fic i wrote of jyn and cassian having a different first meeting, five years before the events of rogue one, turned out SO incredibly differently than the initial vision i had for it. like they had in canon, i always knew there would be an instant connection and a tension? and yeah, before i wrote this, i knew there would be smut content in it. what i wasn't initially expecting was how gentle and tender this story turned out to be, but — then again, maybe i should have been expecting that! because that's them, really.
13. are there any consistent trends when you write a budding relationship, or does it vary by character? if there are trends, what are they?
i will say, i find myself a fan of what i like to call the "reverse slow burn" — characters in my stories often tend to do something about their sexual tension fairly quickly, but then take a long time to sort out their emotions about it.
18. pick a few characters you've written for (or, for a fun twist, asker chooses). tell me about their relationship in three sentences or less.
for fun, the first character i'll choose is matt murdock, who i've written a lot of different ships with, and here's one sentence that applies to pretty much all of them: it's a trainwreck ghFJDKS
rich rider/gamora/peter quill — sometimes what appears, on the surface, to be years of a messy love triangle is actually polyamory. LOVE WINS.
adrian chase/chris smith (peacemaker) — talk about dicks a lot, but they're actually very sweet? trauma healing.
23. do you think you idealize relationships in fiction, or are your depictions grounded in reality? how often do your characters make mistakes?
at least from what i intend, i do seek to portray both characters and relationships realistically — because character flaws are interesting to me! i also do a lot of work with characters who've experienced heavy trauma and need a lot of healing, and so their relationships are not going to be perfect idealized affairs. a lot of my oneshots may focus on some of the softer moments, but even those i'm really trying to ground in reality.
31. are there any songs that remind you of petermj? Are there any songs that remind them of each other?
ok, i picked one of my oldest otps for this, petermj (peter parker/mary jane watson) — and out of so many songs that remind me of them, i'm going to go with new york by st vincent. "you're the only motherfucker in this city who can handle me" is, like... DEFINITIVELY them.
i've always thought of out of the woods by taylor swift as being from mj's perspective about her relationship with peter. manhattan by sara bareilles has a very early jms run vibe of their relationship, and i feel like it can be from peter's perspective.
43. how do you feel about unhappy endings? unrequited love? major character death?
i think if it fits the story, it's good! i certainly wouldn't have changed the way rogue one ended as a film, for instance. in terms of what i write — generally i tend not to write that stuff because i have other narrative interests? but i wouldn't be opposed to writing it if my story demanded it, and i'm not opposed to reading it!
47. what's the most self-indulgent relationship you've written? are there any particular moments/scenes that you wrote just for you?
out of all the things i've written, probably the wanda maximoff/rich rider ship that i invented wholesale, and wrote this fic about! that was 10k words purely for me lol i also have this ot3 with them and matt murdock that i've invented and... all of that's for me, too.
fan fic couples/relationships ask meme!
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i like tom and i like zendaya and i like tomdaya as a couple, think they’re cute, their promo interviews make me smile etc., but i’ve never ever thought of them as a couple as i was reading a petermj fic or read a fic that felt like it was really a tomdaya fic. so the first time you said it, i was like.. mmm i feel like she might be doing a lot on this one. and THEN as i got on tumblr more and was exposed to more accounts, i followed a few “tomdaya” pages (i’ve come to learn now they aren’t quite my cup of tea), and realized anytime they talked about or rec’d any petermj fics, it was always smut. which, fine. smut is great. but these pages were also talking about and imagining and idk fantasizing about tomdayas sex life which to this day makes me uncomfortable and yeah. i had to make my leave. so all of this to say i now fully agree with you. i want to ask you a fic you feel is more tomdaya than petermj but i think that might be rude or something so i’ll take your word for that now as well 😭
Story of my life for people to think I’m Exaggerating only to find out I Know What I’m About
I talk a lot of shit but that’s because I know my shit!! I speak with my whole chest babes because I Know What I’m Speaking!
And yeah, I’m ALSO on record for thinking the actors are cute I wish them nothing but the best but I am EXHAUSTED with the blurred lines
People can read and enjoy what they want and I can be just as weirded out and bothered that SO MUCH of the fandom lives within the No powers / smut / petty and passive aggressive corner while ALSO incessantly posting about the Real Actors like babes rpf and erotica exist please tag correctly and see urself out
And before some puritanical whiny babies tries to claim I’m trying to Slut Shame or ruin peoples fun, perhaps it’s weird to be very into the sex lives of REAL PEOPLE idk i simply think stan culture is a disease. Smutty fanfic is something that can be so personal but fuck if some of you get a little too weird about it. Love what you want but PLEASE tag it so I can block and ignore it!!!!!
And to your final point, never. I’m a loud and opinionated bitch but never cruel. There’s a HUGE difference between talking about patterns and talking about people and you’ll never catch me doing the latter for all the world to see, that’s just rude.
But if you come into MY house you WILL hear MY opinions!
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For the fic questions - number one? (Which work of yours would you recommend to someone who’s never read your stuff?)
Hi anon! Thank you so much for asking <3
The thing about this question is that the correct answer isn't necessarily my best work, but rather one that represents me as a writer overall. I have a few crack/comedy fics that are my most successful fics numerically, and they're pretty fun, but they're definitely in the minority when it comes to my writing. I also want to rec something relatively recent, to represent my current writing style, despite having plenty of works written before the pandemic. And I still want to make a good impression, obviously. I gravitate, in general, to multi-chapter fics or short series of oneshots, and my general disposition is towards character studies, angst, slow burn romance, and slow narratives in general. My alternate universes are usually mishmashes of different canons or very subtle changes (for want of a nail type of aus), although I have a lot of canon compliant fics. I have smutty fics for sure, but the smut is always secondary for me to the character, and although I enjoy a good PWP when reading, I prefer to write sex scenes that move the plot forward. Also, I've written almost no non polyamorous romance stories since 2019. I nearly always have happy endings, because unless it serves a specific purpose, I don't enjoy unnecessarily grimdark endings. I've let my characters suffer, they've gotten through it, and they're better for it. I prefer fandoms with a lot of source material - TV shows, book series, comics.
So I have two answers. The first is a series of three one shots, and might not count, but I feel like it includes all of the above - stay here (all I know is that I'm not running towards the safest thing). It's a leverage (tv show) au where eliot doesn't join the team until mid-season three. It's a character study for eliot, features an ot3 - eliot/parker/hardison, and is a very subtle au overall, mostly following canon except for the consequences of this one change. Has a happy ending. I will say the romance, while not instantaneous, is also not particular slow burn, but the plot is secondary, with the fics focusing on eliot's journey towards healing over the course of all three fics. I haven't written for leverage in over a year, but it's some of my best work, while still representing my writing style as a whole.
But if we're only accepting single fics rather than fic series, I have to pick I'm a mess (but I'm the mess that you wanted). It's a mix of a few different canons - it's mainly a spider-man into the spider-verse fic, but features details from spider-man, deadpool, and spider-gwen comics, and it's basically entirely canon compliant for all of them, because it happens post canon. It's an angsty spideypool fic, a pairing I've been writing for since 2015 (damn), but also features petermj pretty heavily. It also features a lot of character study elements for peter, and focuses on his mental health and grief for gwen. the romance isn't as slow burn as some of my other fics, but it's an 11k word fic, and peter and wade don't get together till the very end (spoiler, lmao). It also features a lot of my more abstract writing and has a bunch of parallels and time jumps, which I love doing and absolutely is something I do a lot and have since I started writing fic (I've been doing time jumps since my first major longfic, Of Three Times Lily Evans Changed Her Mind About James Potter, which I started in spring of 2014).
So yeah, long answer, but that's what I'd suggest as starters for my fics.
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a petermj love island au (with smut) 👀
screaming!!!! listen... the drama if they were both there are the start and one of them didn't choose the other to pair up w? or like mj chose peter and then someone else chose him after? or vice versa? me forgetting if the boys or girls can pick first? we MOVE.
anyway- love the premise! can you imagine all the cheeky games they play and like the jealousy if you're coupled up and then someone comes along a steals them for a date/ couples up w them?! the DRAMA
and sneaky on tv shenanigans... hehehehehhe
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
Thanks for the tag @seek--rest!
1. How many works do you have on ao3?
25
2. What's your total ao3 word count?
481,951
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Spider-Man, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, and The Bear
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Puzzle Pieces, across the hall, 106 miles, maroon, baby, it’s the way you touch me
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
ALWAYS! It might take me a while to get round to them sometimes but I absolutely love replying to comments. I always appreciate that someone has taken the time to leave one and I love giving the same energy back.
6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Definitely timeless.
…for now 😈
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I’m a sucker for a happy ending so this is hard to choose but I think A Sticky Situation or letters we never sent are the most lighthearted.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Fortunately not. Every once in a while I’ll get a passive aggressive comment from someone who doesn’t like the direction a story is going. (Usually when things are more complex than ‘kiss and make up straight away’.) But it doesn’t bother me.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Love to write smut. Smut is one of the best vehicles for character exploration and introspection in my opinion. The thoughts, movements, feelings that a person has in a moment of intimacy are so fascinating to me and are a great way to ‘get to know’ the character, so to speak. Also?? It’s hot???
10. Do you write crossovers?
No, but I’d love to try one day!
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of!
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not yet!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
spotlights and moonlight (w @seek--rest) is my first ever collab and it’s been very very fun so far. Look forward to doing more co-writing in the future.
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
PeterMJ
15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
None! chiaroscuro, glitch, across the hall, and spotlights and moonlight are my only posted WIPs and I have plans to finish all of them!
16. What are your writing strengths?
Two I can think of—one that I believe about myself and another that people tend to tell me. In my opinion, I think I’m good at character building, at doing a deep dive into a character’s psyche and fleshing them out so that they feel like a real person in a real world. Other people often tell me that my writing is immersive and easy to picture/imagine—almost like watching a show or movie.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I can often be a very dense writer—which means word counts can get away from me and things can be overly descriptive which I imagine some readers might find boring.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
Never tried it! The only language I would be able to try would be French but don’t have any plans to right now!
19. First fandom you wrote for?
The Falcon and the Winter Soldier.
20. Favorite fic you've written?
This is a horrible question and the answer would change every day but I’ll give one per fandom: timeless (Spider-Man), Bad Days (TFATWS), 106 miles (The Bear).
Tagging @tllgrrl, @palettesofrenaissance-main, @tvfanatic97-2 to answer next! 🫶🏾
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