#spideychele fic

[idk-bruh-20]

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.

[weezly14]

this lullaby

E | petermj | 14 chapters | peter forgets au

“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.”

twelve.

[abcd-em]

wilder and lighter (for you)

Rated T | 5 chapters | Post blip parenthood Day 1 of @petermj-week

Three weeks ago, he’d been heading towards a job interview. Before he was ever bitten by the spider, Peter had high hopes for himself at twenty-five, he thought he’d have it all figured out; the job, the girl, he’d had May set up in a comfortable life as a thank you for all that she’d given him. Nearly ten years as Spider-Man, he knew those hopes were just a bit of a stretch - he could barely manage juggling one on any good week.

He'd been heading to an interview and he'd packed his suit.

Sitting on the cold metal floor of Nebula’s ship with the awful gift of hindsight, Peter wonders if he hadn’t packed the suit that day, if he ever would have ended up here.

Chapter one

[coykoii]

happy halloween, here's a treat 🫶🏼

[vivitalks]

“Tell me something only you would know,” Peter says. Because he was sure before. He was fooled once, twice, a hundred times, and it was shame on him all along.

some canon compliant far from home fic about the peter parker post-beck trauma complex <3

[fieldsofview]

Spider-Man: Homesickness

Rated 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

The heat is starting to sink into him now, and he can’t help but pull at the collar of his suit under his shirt, wafting the tiniest breeze against the sweat starting to form there. It can’t be helped really. And come Autumn, he’ll be thankful for the layers.

He doesn’t have to pay much attention to where he’s going. He’s familiar with the walk by now, and though the streets are full of people, none get in his way. Everyone from young teens to office workers to retirees, they all give him a wide birth. Something about the dyed hair and the ‘homeless chic’ look of his well-worn clothes.

That’s why he does it, really.

He learned that a long time ago, in the months just after everything happened, when everything went wrong. Even if people didn’t know him, they would see him. He knows he had a sort of sweet, boyish charm. It’s part of what makes Spider-Man so loveable. But people would look at Peter, and they would smile, and they would want to engage with him. They would want to get to know him.

And if it was someone who knew him from before, well, that made it harder.

After a few too many visits to MJ’s summer job, a few too many run-ins with Happy, and even stopping by Delmar’s after its reconstruction, he could see a pattern. Anyone who knew him before would get headaches, maybe some dizziness. It was like their brain was struggling through the gaps in information.

Peter had been just a little too likable as a kid, so this happened a lot.

It’s why he had to change it.

First impressions mean a lot, he found out. And when he looks like this, people tend to not want to try for a follow-up. They see what he looks like and extrapolate the rest.

It makes it easier for him, too. No one will think that the blunt, run-down, alternative kid is the city’s loveable hero. Sure, they might have thought that sweet and loveable, boy-next-door, Peter Parker could be. But not Pietrovich “Peter” Strakar, the loner with no friends, no family, and a bad attitude.

He's already failing a little at this, though. In all his time since the world forgot, he’d been so careful to not let anyone get too close, no one that could be used against him if it all happened again.

It’s why he has to step away.

He isn’t naive. His identity was discovered once and it could easily happen again. This time, though, it won’t hurt anyone else. It can’t hurt anyone else.

Never again.

READ ON AO3 HERE

[lightedwindows]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Michelle Jones & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Tony Stark Characters: Michelle Jones (Marvel), Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Aunt May Parker (Marvel) Additional Tags: mj figured it out, post homecoming, hanging out being friends Summary:

MJ is sure Spider-man is not dead from the battle all over the videos because Peter Parker is alive.

[shellxrls]

U GET ME SO MUCH FOR SPIDEYCHELLE LIKE I NEED MY KIDS AND BSFS BACK ON MY SCREEN

I MISS THEM SO MUCH I DONT EVEN WANT TO START THIS IT’LL MAKE ME CRY. after no way home i was really depressed and i never left the house and i am being dead honest when i say i combed through the ENTIRE spideychelle tag on ao3. its not even a flex cause i was in fact #struggling but i read so much fucking fanfiction genuinely it was insane.

[machiavelien]

If you are taking requests, do you mind drawing peter and mj having some cockwarming time on the couch while just wearing hoodies:)

I tried drawing this prompt but it didn't come out how I wanted, so here are some WORDS. Plus, since this ask is almost TWO YEARS old, I’ll do you one better and throw in some “getting walked in on” and "first time" 😘

AO3: Just Halfway

When MJ shifts in his lap, Peter bites back a groan and grabs her by the hips to keep her still. "MJ…" he warns, his voice strained.

“Sorry,” she says, not feeling sorry at all. 

She shouldn’t tease her boyfriend so much. After all, she knows why he’s so hesitant to do more with her–Peter doesn’t know if he can hold back if he ever got lost in the moment, afraid that he’ll hurt her without meaning to. But stealing kisses in between classes isn’t enough, and MJ feels like she's going to explode if she waits any longer. 

Luckily, Aunt May had plans with her friends tonight, leaving the two of them all alone for the entire evening. Peter eagerly suggested that they could spend it cuddling on the couch in their PJs, and MJ was just as quick to insist that she usually sleeps in just a hoodie and her underwear.

So now she’s sitting on Peter's lap watching some sci-fi movie and pretending that she isn’t getting outrageously turned on whenever she feels him twitch underneath his boxers. He’s becoming distractingly hard against her ass, and she can’t suppress the thrill of knowing that she’s the one doing that to him.

After the opening credits, his hands begin sliding up under her hoodie to caress her stomach. His calloused fingers leave a tingling trail all over her skin, and MJ rubs her thighs together, feeling herself get embarrassingly wet from that alone. 

As he slowly inches up to the curve of her breasts, her breathing gets heavier and she can’t focus on the television screen at all anymore. When his thumbs reach her nipples, her breath hitches and a soft moan escapes her, making him chuckle. 

“Shut up, bug boy,” she says, but there’s no bite in her tone. His lips twitch, wanting to smirk, as her nipples harden under his fingers. Fuck, she wants him to touch more of her, wants to know how it feels to have his skin against hers without all their clothes in the way.

Reaching down between her legs, MJ pushes her underwear to the side and presses herself against the bulge rising from Peter’s crotch. His smirk quickly turns into a wide-eyed stare as her wetness soaks through his boxers.

With another wiggle of her ass, his cock slips free through the opening of his boxers, leaving nothing to separate them. Leaning back against his chest, MJ closes her eyes and savors the feeling of his swollen hard-on sliding between her legs.

“Fuck... that feels so good,” Peter groans, his knuckles going white as he grips the arm of the couch. “Is this… is this okay for you?”

“Yeah,” she says breathlessly. Her body is tingling all over and she’s desperate for more, but the way he's holding her up makes her feel steady and safe.

They were supposed to wait, take their time and plan something to make their first time special. But when MJ feels the swollen head of Peter's cock teasing at her entrance, pressing between her folds but just barely, she doesn’t want to wait anymore. One thrust from him is all it would take, she realizes with a thrill, to cross that line. 

“Maybe…” she begins, “you could… just go in halfway?”

Peter inhales sharply at that, his erection twitching against her. "Are you sure? It might still hurt–"

MJ silences him with a kiss, her fingers cradling his jaw. She wants him to do it. She needs him to do it. 

He pushes in slowly, breathing heavily against her neck with the effort of holding himself back. She whimpers as he goes deeper, inch by aching inch. He stops when he's halfway inside and they both let out a heavy breath at the same time, then giggle nervously.

"Is that okay?" Peter asks, arms shaking as he holds her up.

"Yeah, very okay," she hums, rocking her hips ever so slightly. "You think you can make it through the rest of this movie like this?"

Peter lets out a strangled chuckle, but turns her question back on her. "Maybe the real question is can you?"

MJ scoffs, even though she's barely keeping it together and desperate to feel him deeper. She needs him deeper inside her. She's wanted him for so long, and now all she can think about is how close she is to having him. 

Halfway isn't enough for her; her body is screaming for him. Every time she shifts in his lap, it feels even better, and she has to fight herself from grinding his cock in deeper. 

Sensing how much she’s struggling to stay still, Peter whispers in her ear, "You better not move or we're not going to finish the movie." 

Her thighs are almost shaking from the effort, but every time she clenches, he slides in a little deeper, and neither of them say anything or attempt to do anything to stop it. 

"You doing okay there?" she asks cheekily.

"Never better," Peter grunts, his grip tightening on her hips, like he doesn’t trust her not to move, which is a fair assumption. She smirks, wriggling against him on purpose.

“Keep your hips still,” he pleads. “I can't hold on if you move… like, at all.”

He throbs inside her again, and MJ thinks she might lose her mind.

"I should… I should pull out," Peter huffs.

"Yeah, okay," she replies breathlessly. But before they can make any move, they hear the front door close and footsteps coming toward the living room. 

With Spider-man reflexes, Peter lets go of MJ to grab a throw blanket from the other side of the couch. She lets out a surprised yelp when he drops her, and she ends up sinking onto his cock completely. 

A mix of hot pleasure and pain ripples through her body from where they’re joined, but she doesn’t have any time to savor it. With her heart pounding in her ears, they scramble to cover themselves with the throw blanket just in time for Peter's aunt to poke her head into the doorway.

"Hey you two! Sorry to barge in, but have you seen my keys? I'm so, so late for this thing already!"

MJ wants to make a joke about Peter getting his tardiness from, but she can't form any coherent words while holding back a moan at the same time. 

"Having a movie night?" May asks, rifling through her purse.

"Mm hmm," Peter nods impatiently. 

“That’s so cute. What are you watching?”

“Uh… I don’t know, we just turned it on. We were doing homework before…”

MJ’s head is spinning, and she is barely following May and Peter's exchange. All she can think about is how she's sitting on Peter’s lap with his cock buried inside her, trying not to move as he throbs against her tight walls. She swears she's going to go insane if she has to hold still any longer. 

“You kids look so cozy in your hoodies!” May beams, coming around to the back of the couch to give both of them a squeeze on the shoulders.

They both tense, and May squints at them, scrutinizing the way MJ is sitting on her nephew's lap with a blanket suspiciously wrapped around them from the waist down. 

“Well, I’ll be out of your guys’ way in a jiffy,” she promises, disappearing into her bedroom.

Peter lets out a breath, but only for a second before his aunt returns, jingling her keys in triumph. On the way out the door, May stops again and turns back to face them. “Do you guys want to swap out that throw blanket for one of the comfier quilts–”

“No!” Peter and MJ shout at the same time, startling his aunt.

“Okay, okay! I got the message loud and clear. Didn’t mean to interrupt your little date night!”

When the door finally clicks shut, Peter lifts MJ up and frantically pulls out, falling back on the couch with a heavy exhale. His dick is still hard, aching with need as it sticks up in the air. MJ crawls over towards him, her own dissatisfaction still throbbing between her legs, and straddles him with her crotch hovering just over the tip of his erection.

He looks up at her, his brown eyes locking onto hers. "So, you want to finish that movie or…?"

She pretends to think about it for a moment before replying, “Or… you could grab a condom?”

MJ laughs as Peter immediately bolts for the nightstand in his bedroom, unable to imagine a more perfect time than right now or a boy more perfect than the one she's got.

[dance-is-life27]

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.”

[missamyshay]

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.

two

[weezly14]

the lips I used to call home

E | 14 chapters | collab with @seek--rest | midnights finale

She might not be dating Peter, might be sleeping with him but it’s different, now.

Different than it had been when they were kids who really didn’t know what they were doing and very different from when they were in college, so deeply intertwined with each other that when they finally broke up, it was like coming up for air.

He’s her best friend now, deeply and truly– the first person she thinks to call when she’s had a shit day and the one she wants to talk to when something goes great.

But it’s different– different between the two of them not just because of their own lives and experiences, but different expectations.

She doesn’t want a relationship right now and for what she thinks is the first time in her life, she believes Peter when he says he doesn’t want one either.

ten.

[abcd-em]

Any Other Name Is A Scandal

Rated T | Multi-Chap | Irondad Make It MJ

MJ rounds the corner to the kitchen and expecting to see Pepper and James at the counter, instead confronted with the sight of Peter Parker perched on the breakfast bar speaking with FRIDAY like he belongs there.

MJ might not spend the most amount of time in the tower but she is fairly certain that he does not.

Through some cosmic intervention, Peter Parker is apparently a person her father trusts enough to say, “Peter, this is my daughter, Michelle… Although, you two seem to know each other already. Anyone wanna catch me up on that?”

Chapter One

[irondadfics]

Hi! Thank you so much for all you do ❤️

Peter’s (and MJ’s?) son was just born, and Tony was visiting them in the hospital. Tony holds the baby for the first time (I think he was a little hesitant at first) and is all awed and emotional. As he’s introducing himself, Peter cuts him off and introduces him as grandpa. Tony’s like “grandpa? 🥺”. Peter says his name is Benjamin Anthony, and Tony is teary eyed. I think at one point Tony really wanted to hug Peter, but Tony was holding the baby

A Tale of Fathers and Beginnings by frostysunflowers for ciaconnaa

Being a parent is full of ups and downs, a lot of trial and error and moments of overwhelming pride and joy. For Tony, nothing could encapsulate all of that more than the run up to the birth of Peter and MJ's baby.

here you go!!

[the--journeys]

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.”

[ravagedarkness]

Everything (@petermj-week Day 7)

After a string of coincidences leading to a night of intimacy, MJ and Peter have a much needed conversation over coffee.

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