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softwebss · 1 year

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Hi! Can you write somethinh with MJ confessing to fem reader? Or gender neutral, don't make difference

accident-prone . michelle jones

♡ synopsis: mj fixes you up after a mishap in gym class, and she accidentally confesses to you // gender neutral reader

♡ warnings: fluff, mentions of bruising, first aid, injury + a bit of swearing, a suggestive reference at the end

♡ a/n: oml anon I'm so sorry for posting this SO late skldwffga :((( I've been really busy w exams and studying for midterms so I didn't find the inspiration or time to even start!!! but I hope you like it <3

"you're such a dumbass," mj smirked, teaching you how to do the math problem you were stuggling in properly. Honestly, you studied barely anything. the complications of the formula were bugging you, and you really didn't want to fail in your midterms. "tell me something I don't know!" you groaned, scribbling the wrong answer and writing the correct one. "WATCH OUT!" mj shouted out of the blue. you looked up from your notebook, puzzled. BANG! The sheer impact of the basketball made your head fizz, and you felt your brain bang against your head. it all went black, and the last thing you heard was a muffled yell from mj. studying in the basketball court was not a good idea. "THE FUCK WAS THAT, BRAD?!" mj was on extreme stress. her crush, the literal love of her life just got smacked in the head with a basketball. great, wasn't it? she just tried warning you, but damnit your slow reaction time just ruined it all. mj had everything she wanted, you and her having some sweet alone time, finishing up some math assignments like usual. she finally mustered the courage up to make a move, because your oblivious self didn't have a clue. or so she thought. mj shoved the door behind her, carrying her bookbag inside the room. there you were, sprawled across the sofa, with a bruised forehead. you dozed peacefully, and she smiled at the way you slept, careless of who or what was around you. the sudden slam of the door made you shuffle a bit. mj froze in her place, afraid of what you might do or say. yeahhhh, she did just technically kidnap you, you could say that. it wasn't that bad. your eyes fluttered open, and the might thing that you spotted was the grey blanket laid onto you. you groaned, rubbing the previously hit area. mj smiled at your cuteness. it was absolutely heart wrenching to her. "what the fuck happened," you groaned. mj plopped the bag on a nearby couch and leant downwards to fetch something from a fridge. "you, my friend, just got hit in the head with a baskeball," she mumbled, clearing the fridge out to find her ice pack.

"I DID WHAT?"

"courtesy of Brad Davis, of course," she added. you smacked yourself in the forehead to emphasis the stupidity you just heard. that made the ringing in your head even worse.

"aha!" she announced, carrying the ice pack towards you. your breath hitched at the sight of her care towards you. mj caressed your head and told you to lean back.

"love, if you keep moving your head I won't be able to fix it up, and there will be a gigantic bruise," mj cooed. you stiffened, crooning your neck toward her. "l-love?" you choked.

"DUMB, DUMB!" she cut off, looking sideways, trying to advert your eyes. "I MEANT DUMB- HAHA-" she nervously laughed, holding the ice pack against you. did she... did she just call you love? the slip of tongue was so absent minded of her. she mentally facepalmed. mj tried to distract you by further examined your injury, trying to soothe the pain. you looked her in the eyes and noticed the beauty of them. how could you not have noticed that before? she looked you and sighed relentlessly. your eyes were closed now, soothed by her touch. the ice pack made the bruise go halfway away. she, on the other hand, thought you were asleep. but you felt her gaze on you, and the sheer care that she showed for you made you just melt. "I love you so goddamn much," you breathed out unconsiously. it was a whisper, but it meant the world to her. when she heard you, she leant down and grabbed your collar.

"WHA-" you exclaimed at the sudden gesture, as she pulled you in and kissed you. it wasn't a big deal, your biggest crush just kissed you, you told yourself.

but honestly? it meant the fucking world. the tenderness of her soft lips against yours, the touch of her skin creeping up on her. an arm snaked around your waist, and you ran a hand through her hair. the feeling of electric shocks ran through you.

a ball of warmness mixed with flurries of anxious butterflies churned in your stomach. "you're so accident-prone" she grinned, pulling away from you, the sensation still electrifying you. and lets just say, that day ended with the both of you on top of each other, doing something you probably weren't supposed to do

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pixiexdusts-world · 9 months

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Incorrect quote

Peter: HEY HEY HEY! DON’T TOUCH THOSE!

Y/n, touching a figurine: Why? What’s wrong with touching a doll?

Peter: THAT IS NOT A DOLL! This is a figurine, thank you very much.

Mj, from afar: ITS JUST A STIFF DOLL!

Y/n: FIGURINE MY ASS! IT’S JUST A STIFF DOLL - as Mj said.

Peter: I hate all of you. That is a limited edition figurine I got from a conventio-

Y/n: *drops figurine on the ground*

Peter: -n. It was $100; all my money just went down the fucking drain.

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dance-is-life27 · 1 year

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Comfort Crowd

Pairing: mcu!Peter Parker x Reader x Michelle Jones

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

Words: 544

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course you are.”

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milesmolasses · 11 months

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Starting to Feel Like Spring (MJ x reader)

uh ohhh… back again!

Been listening to t-swift [pls don’t cancel me yall]

so I was listening to daylight and lover. that shit had me cheesing cause all I could think about was MJ

so this gonna be about my girl MJ [i love her sm]

warnings: kinda shy and anxious reader, fluff too sweet to handle. you've been warned (T ^ T) (i kinda leave yall on a cliffhanger lol don't hate me)

the more you thought about it, the more it seemed like saying you had a crush on MJ was an understatement. at this point in your high school career, she was all your mind would allow you to think about. her pretty curls, her crooked tooth, her snarky personality, everything about her completely took over your mind. and the worst part of it was...

she didn't even know you...

it started during your first year of high school when you saw her on the J train. she had headphones in her ears and her phone in her pocket. as she walked between the train doors she sat on the opposite end of your bench. she hadn't even seen your lingering gaze on her as you stared in awe at her pretty hair and gorgeous face.

you tried to resist looking at her for the entire train ride as more people began boarding the train and sitting between you two. you focused on your phone for the few more stops you had left until you got off. when you left the train onto the platform, thats when you saw her walk right past you.

she goes to the same school as me...

she was the first girl you knew in real life that you had ever really had a crush on. you had no idea what to do with this information and so you did what any normal gay person would do; you panicked.

what if she didn't like your personality? what if she thought you were weird? what if she wasn't into girls?

with all these questions floating around in your head, you chose to just watch and crush on her from afar. and so that's what you did.. for the next 3 years– and you did a pretty damn good job at it too might i add. she hadn't noticed you throughout high school which you were grateful for, but that didn't stop your heart from aching for her.

i've loved you three summers now honey, but i want them all.

looking at the clock tick for what seemed like forever, the bell had finally rung indicating lunchtime.

as you got up from your seat, you looked behind you to see mj struggling to put all her notes back into her bag. most people were gone, it was just you two and two other kids talking to the teacher after class. you were just staring at her for a hot second until you realized you probably looked like a damn creep. heart racing when mj finally looked up at your blank face, you quickly said, "d-do you want some help with that?"

"um, you're a little late to the game bud..."

you looked down to see her zipping up her bag, notes, and textbook already off the table. you felt like an idiot.

"oh, well sorry.." you said as you quickly turned around. you walked away as fast as you could to avoid having to face any more embarrassment than you already had. as you walked through the halls and down the stairwell all you could think about was what just happened three minutes ago. you decided that you would never make such a stupid mistake like that ever again. why would you even try to talk to her? you should have just left when you had the chance.

can i go where you go? can we always be this close?

as you walked to the main entrance of the school with your wallet in hand, a guy named ned from one of your AP seminar class came rushing past you, peter following close behind you assumed. you assumed correctly; you aren't close to the two or anything. you've only interacted with them separately a few times before, but that was only for school stuff. walking out of the double doors and into the real world, you walked towards your usual lunch spot under a tree with all the other trees and pungent-smelling flowers that always bloomed during the spring time. it was surely different from the usual new york smell you usually smelled every day. that's why you loved it so much. as you made your way over you could see people bathing in the sun and families having picnics. opening up the black plastic bag you carried in your backpack, you took out the deli sandwich and (snack of choice).

you put in some headphones and put on some tunes to match the vibe of the park. looking around and eating your sandwich, you spotted peter walking in the grass a few feet away from you. he was holding a pizza pie and ned was of course following behind him. unbeknownst to you, mj was behind ned walking with her eyes glued to her phone. the group of what you assumed to be two sat at a bench next to the tree you were sitting under.

and thats when you saw her.

right at the edge of the bench facing your direction. you chose to start packing all your shit up, determining that your usual lunch spot was no longer safe from her.

and at every table, i'll save you a seat.. lover

"hey! you're in my chem class right?"

you stopped what you were doing to look up at peter, who called you out.

"um yeah.. hey."

"cool come join us! there's a pie and it's extra large, enough to go around!"

you just stood there, staring yet again. you seemed to do that a lot.

peter stood up taking things into her own hands and took your hand in his. "c'mon theres enough."

"don't force the poor girl pete. does she even know you?"

mj... she was defending you from peter. or she was just being nice and didn't want you to feel uncomfortable.

"of course she knows me, don't you?"

"um, yeah sure," you didn't know what else to say. you walked with peter to the seat seemingly reserved for you right next to mj. you sat next to her looking at your lap not wanting to look up just yet.

"so, do you come here all the time? it's a cool place we just found it today," said ned with pizza in his mouth. you kept your head down, heart beating out of your chest.

mj scooted closer to you making butterflies erupt in your stomach. she leaned into your ear as she spoke to you and you alone

"you can leave if you want. just cause peter dragged you here against your will doesn't mean you have to stay if you're uncomfortable."

you quickly looked up to face her, head spinning from the interaction and how close she was, "i'm ok. thanks."

i don't wanna look at anything else now that i saw you

"ok just wanted to make sure."

she took a paper plate and a slice of pizza handing it to you. you took your hands off your lap to take the pizza out of her hand mumbling a small, "thanks."

"oh my god!" ned yelled out of literally nowhere.

"the star wars milllenium falcom set is on sale!"

"no way how much??" peter said grabbing neds phone to look at the set they were talking about.

mj turned to look at you as the other two debated buying an $800 lego set. "its every day with these guys and their lego sets. ignore them," she said turning to face you completely.

you nodded as you looked down again to avoid her looking at you. suddenly, your hands back in your lap seemed very interesting.

the both of you stayed silent for a while with peter and ned in the background talking their heads off. you chose to make a move, even though not even 20 minutes ago, you told yourself you would never speak to her again out of fear of saying something stupid.

"i really like flowers."

seriously???

"oh, umm well what kinds of flowers do you like?" she responded, deciding to humor you a bit.

"carnations... they're like all over the place at this park."

"oh? i don't think i've ever seen one.. or maybe i have and i just didn't know what it was," she said. this was your chance, your chance to talk to her, maybe even become friends.

you smiled a little as you stood up from the picnic bench. you reached your slightly sweating hand out to her hoping she would take it. "there are a bunch in this area, lemme show you."

please take my hand

she smiled as she took your hand.

she smiled at you.

i only see daylight daylight daylight daylight

as you walked through the park, you introduced mj to all the different flowers in the area that you knew, which was almost all of them. for the very few you didn't know, mj tried to help out by typing in very descriptive attributes of the flowers into google. as you walked through the grass and flowers of the grass, mj was picking flowers along the way. she pointed to a flower you knew all too well and said

"oh shit isn't this the one you were showing me before?"

"oh my gosh yes! oh my, they're gorgeous.. god i love them so much," you rambled on and on about the carnations talking to a mindless mj about how timeless they were and how their beauty never goes out of style. you didn't notice mj and the way she was admiring the reflection of the pretty flowers in your eyes.

you saw mj's hand reach for a flower to pick, assuming she was going to add it to the never growing bouquet in her hands. however, when her hand reached for your hair, you went quiet and wide-eyed.

"i thought it would look nice in your hair."

and i can still see it all (in my mind)

she was so close. her hand still in your hair slowly began to slip down to your face. she was so soft, not only her hand but her eyes, her expression, her breathing, her soul. in this moment you could feel all of her. she was so close, yet so far.

all of you, all of me (intertwined)

she took a step closer to me, her chest heaving a little quicker than before.

i once believed love would be (black and white)

"can i kiss you?"

but it's golden (golden)

your breathing began to pick up at a seemingly unhealthy rate. for all you knew, you were having a heart attack, but god you hoped not. not here, not now.

and i can still see it all (in my head)

"a-am i making you uncomfortable? im sorry i can leave if you want-" she panicked after earning no response from you. she backed away slightly, but when her soft hand was off your face, you snapped out of whatever trance you were in.

back-and-forth from new york (sneakin' in your bed)

you pulled her into you so your chests were basically smooshed together. you could feel the fast beating of her heart, as she could feel yours.

i once believed love would be (burning red)

you grabbed her face as you leaned into her kiss her like you've wanted to all these years.

if felt electric, like there were sparks between your lips. your breathing was heavy as her hands came up to cup your face. your arms around her waist as if they were made for holding her close.

her lips on yours felt right like this is something you should have been doing a long time ago. it felt like her lips had been on yours forever until she pulled away. you leaned into her even more chasing her lips to be on yours again. giggling, she said,

"i like you too.”

but it's golden ♡

AHHHHH I ALMOST THREW UP CAUSE OF HOW CUTE THIS SHIT WAS

this was pretty long i think.

but anything for my mj <3

this was kinda random lol sorry if it doesn't make sense

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shayyprasad · 2 months

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SHAY'S 100 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION!

you're invited! to celebrate 100 followers (small milestone, but it's still something), i'll write fics and blurbs that have hot men in them for you! scroll down to find this party's agenda...

this will take place from febuary 21st, 2024 to march 31, 2024!

THESE ARE ALL X READERS!

the guestlist! pick a character down below!

-tom holland + co (nathan drake, peter parker, arvin russel)

-zendaya + co (michelle jones)

-miscellaneous characters: bucky barnes, loki, steve rogers, stucky, tony stark, miles morales, doctor strange, peter quill, eddie brock

the menu! pick a something to go along with your character! make sure to pick a genre when you send in an ask (fluff, angst, flangst, could be a lil spicy but no nsfw!)

-character from a guestlist and a dialougue prompt from this list or this list... make sure to specify who's doing it!

-character from guestlist and an action prompt from this list or this list... make sure to specify who's doing it!

-character from the guestlist paired with an au... action/dialougue prompt is optional (venom!reader, blackcat!reader, cop!peter, actress/singer!reader, etc).

rules and regulations! just a few things to mention...

-no nsfw/smut!

-specify a genre (fluff, angst, flangst) please!

-when you send in a request, even more so for the au, please give a little summary!

-i mostly write for marvel characters, (aside from arvin russell and nathan drake) so if you send in one of those, you'll be more likely to get a better, longer fic. this includes michelle jones, peter parker, zendaya, tom holland, arvin russell, and bucky barnes, but you don't have to.

note from the author!

little late on the 100 follower... we're closer to 150 now! thank you to all the people that have liked, followed, and reblogged! also, i only write for fem!reader and gn!reader. when requesting, please pick one. keep in mind, my default is fem!reader. i try to stay inclusive for everyone, but if you want short!reader, tall!reader, or anything of the sort, please tell me!

ask to be added to the taglist, and check out my full masterlist here...

works from this event!

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kj-1130 · 1 year

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Anything For You

Chapter 6

previous chapter || series masterlist

You sat in a booth near the back of the coffee shop, twiddling with your shaky fingers. Ever since you woke up this morning, you felt the weight of the day ahead sitting on your chest. Regardless of how things would pan out, this was a major thing (at least to you) that was about to occur. You had been nervous the whole trek here, constantly wondering if it was too late to back out.

The bell on the door rings, signaling that someone had just walked in, but you didn’t pay any mind. You were far too occupied to give attention to anything else. But it seemed as though you didn’t have a choice as the table jerked from movement across from you, causing you to look up. Strawberry blonde hair fills your peripherals while you stare into her blue eyes. The air immediately became tense, thick enough to cut through with a knife. It feels as if everything went quiet around you as you focus on the woman. A moment of silence hangs over the two of you.

“I’m surprised you called,” Pepper says softly.

“So am I,” you whisper, rubbing your hands on your jeans. You were also surprised she managed to convince you to meetup but that was neither here nor there.

“How have you been?”

“Umm, good, decent,” you nod. “All things considered.”

“Yeah,” the woman agrees. “It’s been…. weird--hard lately.”

There was a small, tense pause. Both of you are noticeably uncomfortable.

“You know, Morgan’s been talking about-”

“Pepper,” you gently interrupt, and she immediately stops, knowing she’s been caught. “I’m not…I’m not here to talk. I just need the therapist’s number and I’ll be out of your hair.”

“That’s the thing, (y/n). I don’t want you out of my hair,” she expresses. “Morgan misses you; I miss you. Your father-”

“That man is not my father,” you state firmly. “He never has been and never will be. You of all people should know that.”

The woman lets out a sigh and bows her head.

“I should’ve done more, I admit that. I wish I had done more to help you.” You look away from her gaze and stare out the window. “But I want to be there now. Those five years without you were hell and they taught me that life is too short. I want to make the time we have left valuable. So please,” she pauses, reaching across the table to grab your shaky hand. “Let me be there.”

Your chin trembles as you hold back tears, trying to calm yourself down. You were just supposed to be in and out.

“I just…I just want the number, Pep,” you whisper.

“Please, (y/n).”

You take a deep breath, clench your jaw, and take your hand out of hers.

“Okay, fine, whatever. Just give me the number,” you mutter.

Her small smile slightly falters but she nonetheless digs through her bag. She pulls out a card not a moment later and with no hesitation, you take it and quickly get up to walk out the cafe, leaving the stunned woman behind.

Virginia Potts had always been a busy woman, even more so after getting a job at Stark Industries. Between all the running around, jotting notes down--simply doing whatever her boss instructed her to do.

Tony was, to put it simply, a man child. During her second week, she found three gray hairs sitting on the top of her head and had no doubt that he was the cause of them. He was arrogant, rude, annoying, difficult…the list goes on. It frustrated the woman to no end sometimes.

But despite his cockiness and irritating attitude, Pepper found herself sticking beside him through it all. She was there in his sickness, when he was kidnapped, when he joined the Avengers--whatever happened, she was there. Meaning, she was there when Tony took you in.

Deep down, Pepper knew that the man wasn’t ready for a child--probably wouldn’t be for years to come. She saw how the man partied and drank more than his body weight. She saw every woman go into and leave his bed throughout the years. Hell, she tried to talk him out of it, but her words were simply ignored by him as if they had never even been said.

When she saw you trail in behind him that day, struggling to carry all of your belongings, she couldn’t help but feel bad. The woman had heard your story and could only sympathize with you losing someone so important to you at such a young age.

She saw the sadness and longing in your eyes as you watched your father walk away from you without so much as giving you a tour. She saw how tears welled in your eyes and noticed how much of an effort you put into pushing them back down.

Pepper simply stared as you brought each of your bags one by one up the long staircase and figured out which room was yours. And she only listened as you sobbed your tiny heart out with no one there to console or comfort you.

And there was absolutely nothing she regretted more in her life.

There were numerous occasions where she wanted to come and speak to you, try to get you more situated and comfortable. She wanted to help when you were trying to make breakfast for yourself once and ended up burning yourself while making eggs. Or maybe when you were reading a thick textbook on the main room's couch—she had the urge to ask you what other things you enjoyed learning about.

Pepper didn’t know or even ask herself often what held her back. Perhaps it was her loyalty to Tony. She had read an article about herd behavior—maybe that was it.

She could come up with any excuse under the sun, but none of them made what she did right. None of them helped you feel any better. None of them took back all the times she ignored you when she knew you were on the very brink of giving up. When you were on your last leg with no one. No one who loved or cared for you.

The woman was taught that actions spoke louder than words. It didn’t matter how many times she apologized to you. Those apologies wouldn’t take back the hurt and trauma you went through while she sat back and watched. But she would spend however many days she had left making it up to you.

No, she couldn’t erase the pain, but she could only hope that you’d give her a chance (that she didn’t honestly deserve). She just wanted to show you that she did care and wanted to be there now.

She wanted to watch you grow into a young woman. She wanted to witness your relationship blossom. She wanted to watch you and Morgan fully embrace your sibling dynamic. There were a lot of things she wanted to see and could only wish on her lucky star that you wanted to see them happen too.

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marvelflame2010 · 11 months

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Y/n: If I died, how much would you miss me?

M.J.: It's bold of you to assume that death would get you out of this relationship

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bloomingflowersthings · 9 months

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could you please write a sick!reader and michelle jones taking care of them?

Study dates and cuddles

Pairings: Sick! reader x Michelle Jones

Author’s note: Hello everyone, hopefully this fic will mark the end of my “hiatus”. I thought that request was very sweet and I hope you enjoy it.

“Okay class, you’re dismissed. Don’t forget to answer your worksheets, they need to be done tomorrow. Have a good day.” Ms. Grace, your chemistry teacher said, prompting the whole class to start leaving.

Perfect timing, you thought. Your nose was running and you desperately needed to sneeze, stifling wasn’t doing anything to stave off the itch in your sinuses and it only served to give you a headache.

You made a beeline to the restroom, sighing in relief when you saw that all of the stalls were empty. You grabbed a handful of paper towels before entering one of the stalls, just in time for your nose to make itself known.

“Hh’htshoo! Hah'Tshhh! hheh’tsh! Hh'nShhh! Ugh…” You groaned as your phone started ringing. It was probably MJ, the you had planned on studying together after class, but the incessant tickle in your nose would probably distract the both of you, and your girlfriend had a very important physics test coming up.

“Hh’itshoo! Hih-hhgxnt!” You sneezed once more in the tissues, desperately wanting to get your nose under control before talking to MJ.

You were coming down with a cold, and despite the fact that you initially blamed your symptoms on “allergies”, the fatigue, soreness on your throat and fuzzy feeling indicated that you finally caught the bug that most of your classmates had.

Deep down, you knew that your girlfriend would drop everything to take care of you, especially because your parents were traveling for business purposes, so you wouldn’t be able to take care of yourself properly, and honestly, you were feeling so crappy that accepting being taken care of didn’t sound like a bad idea, but you knew that MJ was really anxious about her upcoming test, so you wanted her to be able to fully focus on studying.

[ My joy💕 (1m ago)

- Missed call (1)

“Hhn'sshhh! Hhah'ktshi! Hhh- Hh’iiishiew!” You sighed and blew your nose softly, seemingly getting it under control. The fit aggravated your headache, but at least you weren’t stifling anymore.

[ My joy 💕 (1m ago)

- hi love, just calling to confirm our study date. :))

- haven’t heard from u today, is everything alright? miss u, pls answer.

[ My joy 💕 (3m ago)

- missed call (1)

You sighed staring at the screen. She knew you too well, even if you pretended to be fine she would discover that you were sick and take you home. On the other hand, if you canceled the study date and went home, she would also find it suspicious and end up at your front door.

Throwing away your used tissues, you washed your hands and face before checking your look in the mirror.

You were pale, with dark circles under your eyes, your cheeks were flushed and your nose was tinged pink. It was obvious to anyone that you weren’t feeling well, but you could give it a try, right?

[To: My joy 💕

< hi baby, srry ab not answering, my phone was muted. [READ]

< yes!! our studying sesh is up!! meet u in the library in 5. [READ]

With that, you blew your nose once more, grabbed some tissues from the stall and made your way to the library, maybe you could act normally for a little while, then when you got home you’d allow yourself to be sick.

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The walk to the library was relatively short, but it had rained earlier, and the cold, damp air sent a chill down your spine, making you shiver slightly.

“Hhhxxnt! ’nxgt! h’ktshi!” You stifled a set of sneezes down your wrist, sniffling as your nose started to run.

Come on Y/N, hold yourself together just for a few hours. You thought as you approached the library.

As you entered, you immediately saw where MJ was seated. She smiled and waved at you, and your heart skipped a beat. Her beauty and sympathy never failed to amaze you.

“Hi love, I missed you.” She said, hugging you tightly.

“I missed you too, darling.” You said smiling, turning your face when she kissed you, so she wouldn’t get sick. She immediately noticed, frowning slightly but not asking about it.

“How was your day?” She asked as you both took your seats. Today was the only day that you didn’t have any classes with your girlfriend, and boy, you really missed her sassy remarks.

“It was okay, kind of boring though, I’m glad to be with you now.” You said, winking at her, trying to sound chirpy and failing. The congestion in your voice was clear, prompting MJ to take a look at you.

“Are you okay? You don’t sound so good.”

“I’m fine baby, I think my nose didn’t agree with the wind outside, that’s all.”

She decided to let it go now, afterall whenever you felt sick, you always told her, so she decided not to push it.

With that, you both focused on your respective notebooks, while she studied physics, you would try and get some of your chemistry homework done. You liked it that way, each one doing their things, but in the same space. It was a good way of spending more time together and you loved it.

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“Hh'nShhh! ’nxgt! hheh’tsh!” You sneezed for what it felt like the 100th time since you sat down, stifling to avoid disturbing others.

“Bless you darling. Have you been sneezing this much all day?” She asked, worry clear in her tone.

"I really hope this is just my allergies." You said, rubbing at your raw nose.

“C’mon Y/N, we both know this is not true.” Your girlfriend said, holding your free hand. In reality, she knew that you were sick for a while now, your flushed cheeks and constant sneezing couldn’t be blamed by the wind anymore.

“I just didn’t wanted you to waste time taking care of me, you need to focus on your test.”

“Darling, first of all, taking care of you will never be a waste of time because I. Love. You.” She said, emphasizing the last words to make sure that you got the message.

“Second, test? you’re talking about the physics test?” She asked, seeming confused.

“Yeah, isn’t that why we’re here?” You said, closing your eyes and rubbing at your temples.

“Y/N, Don’t you remember that it’s been postponed? I called you yesterday just to tell you that. Someone had entered the teacher’s computer and had all the answers. I’m just studying because I was already going to.”

You thought for a while and tried to remember. The truth is that, yesterday you were already feeling fatigued, maybe you didn’t paid attention when she told you.

“You’re really out of it, huh? Can I feel your forehead?”

You nodded and she raised the back of her hand to your forehead. Her cool touch temporarily relieving the burning feeling in your head.

“You’re scorching, my love. Please let me take you home and take care of you.” She asked, pulling you into a hug.

“Okay…” You answered quietly, resting your head at the table when she let you go.

Quickly, she packed both of your backpacks and sent a text to her mom to ask for permission to sleep at your place.

“Let’s go Y/N? My mom allowed me to stay over.” She said, helping you to your feet.

You interlocked your arms with hers and you both made your way to your house.

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As you got home, she immediately let go of you to retrieve some medicine from the kitchen cabinet. She’d been to your house more than enough times to know where things were kept.

“Go change and lay down, love. I’ll get everything we’ll need.”

You did as you were told. When MJ returned, bringing tissues, a thermometer, and Nyquill, she opened your room’s door and couldn’t help but smile. You looked adorable curled under the blankets.

“You’re back…”

“Of course I am, silly. Open up.” She said, placing the thermometer in your mouth.

MJ caressed your hair while you both waited for the device to give it’s verdict.

“37.3, so not too bad but we need to make sure it stays that way. Can you please take some of this medicine? We can cuddle as much as you want to.”

You were so tired that you didn’t put up a fight about the purple liquid. You grimaced a little at the taste but took it without complaints.

MJ also got changed to one of your pajamas and laid down besides you, tracing circles on your back.

“Hah'Tshhh! Hi'tshiew! sorry…” You apologized after sneezing softly.

“Hey, none of that okay? Bless you.”

“Thank you for being with me.” You said groggily, struggling to keep your eyes opened as the exhaustion finally settled.

“I’ll always be here for you, but please don’t hide anything from me anymore. I love you.” She said, kissing your cheek.

“I love you more.”

“I love you most. Now get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

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#flofics #sickfic #snzfic #mcu sickfic #sick reader #sick!reader x michelle jones #mj x reader #michelle jones #michelle jones x reader #sick!reader x MJ

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year

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MCU MJ with spider powers x reader?

MJ swings into Y/N’s room…

Mj: hey loser wanna go for a swing?

Y/N: I have finals to study for MJ.

Mj: at midnight? I don’t think so

Mj picks up a tired Y/N and sets them down on their bed…

Mj crawls into bed, letting Y/N spoon her…

Mj: we’ll go swinging in the morning

Y/N: okay

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect mcu quotes #michelle jones #michelle jones x reader #michelle Jones imagine #mj zendaya #zendaya #mj watson #spider man #into the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse

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get-your-fics · 2 years

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Boyfriend

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

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

Word count: 2.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But all that was minor compared to you.

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

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

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

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

He furrowed his brow. “What? No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Was that… desire?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#dark!fic #mj x reader #mj x y/n #mj x you #michelle jones #michelle jones x you #michelle jones x reader #michelle jones x y/n #dark!reader #fanfiction #one shot #marvel #zendaya

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obsessedprincess · 2 years

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Pussy Is God (One-Shot)

moodboard by me (pics from pinterest)

pairing: MJ x fem!reader

summary: theres no better wake up call then your girlfriend worshipping you and your pussy

word count:1,126

warnings: this is basically just porn. established relationship, smut (body worshipping, oral fem receiving and giving duh, slight nipple play, slight cum eating, mj is nasty lmfaooo, the reader is sleeping but consent is already there)

a/n: eeeek happy pride everyone. I woke up very horny so i basically wrote what i dreamed about. This is my first time posting and writing smut so im v nervous. also this is based on kingprincess’ song with the same name. 🦢☁️🍯👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽🪞👼🏾🛏please like, reblog, and send comments <33

(ง •̀_•́)۶ *:･ﾟ✧MINORS DO NOT INTERACT [18+ ONLY]

The sun’s rays peeked through the blinds of your bedroom, casting an angelic glow over your face and body. The dust floating in the air made you look ethereal. MJ who was sitting up next to your sleeping form re-reading her copy of If Beale Street Could Talk couldn’t help but put the book down and admire you. From the acne scars that littered your face, the pout of your beautiful lips, your soft snores, and the soft supple skin of your back. God MJ felt blessed just to even be in the same bed as you. Let alone be able to call you hers. She shook her head with a smirk and brought her nimble fingers to your back, ghosting them over your spine. As she got lower until reaching the arch of your butt, meeting the blanket. MJ sucked in a breath and slowly slid the blanket off of you. Being the heavy sleeper you were, you just turned conveniently on your back, much to MJ’s happiness. She took a moment to pause and look at your breast. God did she love your breast, but she was much more focused on what lay between your legs. So she slid down the bed until she was right in front of your freshly painted toes. Guiding her gentle hands from the soles of your feet to your knees till she hooked your knees to bend them up and separate them. Your sleeping body slightly shuttered as the gentle breeze from the oscillating fan hit your now exposed core. MJ stilled as she was always so entranced by your godly pussy, now even more so as it already had slick making it shine.

MJ couldn’t help but admire your most intimate spot. Staring at your weeping pussy she put her messy coils into a bun and got face level to your core. She decided to kiss your thigh, wanting to prolong her own personal heaven. Going between kissing, caressing, and nibbling so close to your core was what she needed to get riled up. When she decided enough was enough she blew lightly on your lips hearing a gentle moan move past your other lips. This encouraged her and she decided to lick your pussy lips, she wanted to love all of you. Worship you like the goddess you were. As much as she wanted to tease her sleeping beauty she decided to open up your lips revealing your waiting clit. MJ proceeded to lick from your hole to your clit. Focusing in and flicking the bud back and forth until you started to mumble incoherently.

“This good angel?” MJ whispered back as if you could answer.

She continued to focus on your clit, knowing how needy the button was, constantly needing stimulation. She sucked on your clit with vigor as she trailed her hands up your body, passed your soft tummy onto your left boob playing with the nipple. You eventually started humping your girlfriend’s face despite being asleep you recognized and craved her touch. MJ smirked at this and hummed against your aching pussy which is what woke you up.

Your lashes fluttered and you peeled your eyes open. Taking a deep breath your eyebrow quirked up. That’s when you felt it again, the wetness of your pussy and the roughness of your lover’s tongue. At first, you thought it was a dream but then you looked down to your surprise MJ was going down on you like it was her last supper. You even noticed her subtly humping the mattress with her lips wrapped around your sensitive clit. When MJ felt your eyes on her she looked up continuing her ministrations to your now swollen clit. Eyes locked on each other in a trance full of love and admiration for each other.

“Good morning,” you whispered, afraid to shatter the bubble you were both in.

You lifted your hips allowing MJ to grip your back and stuff her face in between your legs.

“Goodmorning,” she said, well-tried to say with a mouthful of your pussy. Causing you to giggle and shake until you felt yourself get closer to your release causing you to jolt.

MJ gripped you tighter and took her dominant hand to your clit making hard precise slow circles with the heel of her hand as her tongue entered you.

“Fuck MJ,” was all you could say without choking.

You gripped her bun and pushed her head as she flicked her tongue in and out of your tight pink hole. MJ spit right in your hole and rubbed her face all over your sticky, wet pussy. You moaned louder at her actions, taking her head in your hands and bringing you face to face. MJ admired your face once more this time zeroing in on your soft lips as they turned up into a smile. The smile of a goddess she told herself as she pushed her lips to yours in a feverish kiss. Still, MJ was on a mission and inserted two of her fingers into your waiting hole. Still in the kiss, as your tongues danced you couldn’t help but moan into her mouth. Feeling her stretch you out, scissoring and pumping her fingers into your core was the best feeling in the world, especially in your still sleepy mind. You began to rock yourself to meet her thrusts causing her to go deeper.

“Ahhh.”

“Like this angel, you want it like this”

“Mhhmmm”, you frantically nodded your head and gripped MJ’s face needing something to hold onto as you felt your high approaching.

MJ could tell you we’re close. So she kissed you deeper and inserted two more fingers and used her thumb to rub your slippery clit.

That’s what did it. You clamped your legs together, and your body convulsed violently, pushing MJ away but she kept pounding deeper into you with her fingers cut low just for days like today. Despite the whines and yelp, she couldn’t get enough and you looked divine so she worked you through your orgasm.

You were in heaven, you felt MJ still between your legs but couldn’t comprehend much. Everything was white.

When MJ saw your breathing finally start to slow she let you lay down on your back and slid her now soaked and wrinkled fingers from your creamy pussy and stuck them right in her mouth.

“Mhmm angel, just like honey.”

And with that, she took her fingers from her mouth and kissed your nose. She got up from the bed, noticing the wetness between her own legs that had seeped onto her sleep shorts. Taking them off she went into the bathroom to start a bath for you. You were her god and she’d worship you all day.

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