HPDBC The Production (Marvel)
The Production (Marvel)
The Production (Marvel)
Commission (Parts 1-6)
Themes: Rough Sex, Exhibitionism, Public Sex
Summary: In which Mary Jane is starring in a movie as the red-haired warrior woman, Red Sonja. This is her big break. She knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that she has to seize hold of it with both hands. No matter what happens.
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Part 1:
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“... While I may not be able to pay you for information on the evil Kulan Gath... there might be other ways in which I can relax your tongue.”
Eyes roam up and down Mary Jane Watson’s body, clad as it currently is in a metal bikini. In response, she thrusts out her chest, accentuating her curves until at long last, Luke Cage gives her a grin full of pearly white teeth and nods.
“You know what... I think we can make something work, sweetheart.”
MJ shivers at the deepness of Luke’s voice, a tremble that she barely manages to contain as-
“Aaaand SCENE! Good job you two, that was perfect! Let’s get a move on and get indoors, the next scene will need to take place in a bedroom and we only have this Airbnb for the next two hours!”
In a moment, Luke Cage’s attention is off of her, the large unbreakable black man nodding as he moves to help their director with his equipment. MJ, meanwhile, lets out an explosive sigh, glancing down at herself for a moment and blushing as she shivers in the cold night air of New York City.
Not that she would rather be anywhere else right now! This was where she belonged... she was finally, at long last, going to get to be a STAR!
Oh yes, the beautiful red haired model had finally caught her big break. She’d landed the leading role for a ‘Red Sonja in New York’ mini-series. As one of the few paid actors in the high budget, experimental indie project, she was set to get paid a metric fuck ton of money in royalties if it succeeded, and almost nothing if it failed... so needless to say, she was really invested in making sure everything went well.
That was why she hadn’t raised a single complaint when she found out who the director and showrunner for the mini-series was. After all, she knew who Quentin Beck REALLY was. Mysterio had long been a nuisance for her ex-boyfriend, Peter Parker in his nighttime activities as Spider-Man. But it was fine. Quentin wasn’t about that life anymore and frankly? Neither was MJ.
This wasn’t some big plan for Mysterio to get back at Spider-Man, MJ had checked. Rather, Quentin had hung up the cape and the big glass ball filled with smoke for good. He was turning over a new leaf, and MJ was actually quite happy to support him in any way that she could. It just so happened that the way she got to support him also promised to make her millions of dollars if they succeeded!
And really, if this WAS all some scheme to get to Peter through her, it was too late anyways. They’d broken up after Gwen was resurrected from the dead and MJ caught the two of them kissing one another. Look, no one was happier than Mary Jane that Gwen was alive again (save for perhaps Peter himself) but she didn’t really want to play second fiddle, and she hated knowing that she was what Peter settled for after Gwen first died.
A clean break was in order, and that was precisely what MJ had done. Now here she was following behind Luke as Quentin led them both into the rented Airbnb, with Peter and Gwen as far from her mind as possible. In fact, she had... other things on her mind, if she was being perfectly honest.
“Um, Quentin... are you absolutely certain that the innuendo at the end of the last scene wasn’t enough? Perhaps it would be better to just fade to black from there, and then continue with the next scene on the docket?”
Looking back at her, Quentin blinks and then scowls as he rapidly shakes his head back and forth.
“No, no, no! This sex scene is absolutely critical to the plot, Mary Jane. You, as Red Sonja, are the epitome of the femme fatale! But part of that femme fatale is the femme! You have to be seen in all of your sexual glory! You have to use your feminine wiles to get what you want, and it has to be seen BY the audience, or they’ll start to feel like none of this is even real!”
... Right. On the one hand, Mary Jane appreciated that Quentin was this type of director. He’d originally gotten the role because he claimed his tech would let him film on the streets of New York with perfect lighting and CG, while also having almost no budget. In fact, most of the budget was going towards Luke’s guest spot in this first episode.
They’d just gotten done filming Luke’s first appearance in fact. Where MJ as ‘Red Sonja’ ran into the dark-skinned mercenary, who had in turn been promised a literal ton of gold in order to hold her at bay and keep her distracted. As Red Sonja, MJ had gone through a carefully choreographed fight scene in which she managed to subdue Luke with her ‘superior’ combat skills.
However, due to his Unbreakable Nature, she couldn’t get any information on Kulan Gath, Red Sonja’s ultimate goal by force. And because she was in a fish out of water situation where she had no money, she couldn’t afford to pay him off either. The end result was that Red Sonja would have to use the only thing she DID have to convince Luke to give in... her body.
Honestly, when it was all explained to her like that, it DID make plenty of sense. Red Sonja was the type of woman who didn’t hold anything back. Not in words, not in battle... and not even in the bedroom. MJ could fully get behind her character seducing and fucking Luke for information. However, it was a lot harder for her to get behind having to actually act out the sex scene like this was some sort of cheap porno.
Even if Luke WAS cute, MJ just wasn’t sure she wanted her debut to be so... debauched. Perhaps seeing this on her unhappy face, Quentin walks over and takes her hands in his.
“I understand your concerns, sweetheart, really I do. But you don’t need to worry. With my tech, I’m going to make it as tasteful as possible. It’ll have to be sanitized anyways for TV, right? So you don’t need to fret, you’ll see how amazing I make you look. How spectacular it comes out.”
MJ bites her lower lip... before slowly nodding. She needed this to succeed. And frankly, so did Quentin. He was a Tarantino-esque perfectionist who was doing like ten jobs at once on top of micromanaging everything. She needed to support him in the same way he was supporting her. This project had all of the chances in the world to succeed... so long as they were both willing to seize hold of those chances and refuse to let go.
“A-Alright, let’s do this.”
“Great!”
In an instant, Quentin is away from her, checking over his equipment. MJ, meanwhile, can only blush a bit as she moves over to the bedside where Luke is standing waiting for her. The tall black man gives her a raised brow and a slight grin.
“You good?”
She nods hesitantly for a moment... before remembering she’s supposed to get into character. Quentin is ALWAYS filming, so there’s no need to wait for him to tell them to start. Dropping into her persona, Mary Jane scoffs and plants a hand on Luke’s chest.
“I am Red Sonja, and you will tell me all you know once we are done here.”
Then, she tries to give Luke a hard push, intending to get him on his back and at least control the pace of things. However, Luke is much stronger than her in actuality, and doesn’t move an inch as she pushes against him with all her meager might. Grinning at her, he just shakes his head, playing his own role to the hilt.
“That’s not how this goes, babe. You want my information... you’ll earn it on your back.”
Before MJ can blink, he reaches down and rips off her chain bikini top, freeing her tits from their confines. Then, he does the same with her bottoms. In an instant, ‘Red Sonja’ had been stripped naked. But she doesn’t even get the chance to gasp and cover herself before Luke Cage grabs her by her waist and lifts her up into the air.
A moment later and she’s on her back on the bed, the air driven out of her lungs and the largest man she’s ever been with on top of her. And she means that in more ways than one. Luke is very tall and very strong and very big... and also, down below, his cock is huge, pressing against her slit. He does pause for a second, asking with his eyes rather than his words whether she’s really okay with this. But MJ just nods, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He's inside of her a moment later, slamming home into her cunt in a way that makes MJ let out an involuntary wailing cry. At first, she freezes up, afraid that her breaking of character will piss Quentin off. But instead, she hears the director’s voice call out to her from off to the side.
“Yes! Just like that! Red Sonja has just been filled with the dick of the Unbreakable Man! She’s not had any sex since arriving in New York! This world is strange to her... but being on her back getting railed by a fat cock is familiar territory!”
Honestly, she’s just glad the cameras can’t see her face right now. Of course, the moment MJ thinks that thought, she sees one of Quentin’s drones zips into view out of the corner of her eye. It takes every bit of her skill as an actress and her professionalism to keep from glancing at it and ruining the scene. Instead, all she can do is focus on Luke as he grunts, pounding into her.
Of course, she also can’t ignore Quentin’s voice constantly carrying to her ears, the director throwing out ‘helpful’ tidbits damn near nonstop.
“Get her ankles back behind her head, Luke! And MJ, don’t just lay there like a dead fish! You’re Red Sonja, warrior woman! You need to SELL this scene with every fiber of your being!”
R-Right. Even as Luke grunts and pulls back to grab her ankles and fold her into a pretzel, Mary Jane wonders what the hell she’s supposed to do to sell it when she’s in such a disadvantaged position. In the end, she goes for puckering her lips and moaning in an exaggerated fashion, while thrusting out her chest to catch Luke Cage’s attention. That seems to do the trick at least, because he’s soon all over her tits, even as he continues railing into her with all his might.
“Yes! Harder Luke! Good! Red Sonja is a true warrior! She should be able to take everything the Unbreakable Man can throw at her and more! And ignore those jeering fools. They don’t understand the VISION that we’re producing here!”
Jeering fools? MJ blinks, not having even realized what was happening before. This Airbnb they were in had a first floor balcony... and the door to that balcony was currently open, wasn’t it? Even as Luke continues to plow her silly, her legs tucked behind her shoulders, Mary Jane starts to hear the hollering from outside. People are catcalling them for being too loud... they’re catcalling HER for being too loud.
Blushing in mortification, MJ tries to clamp down on all of the lewd noises she’s making, but of course, Quentin doesn’t appreciate that.
“No! Don’t go quiet now sweetheart, you’ll ruin the whole scene! Red Sonja wouldn’t care what others she didn’t even know thought of her! She would wear her sexual nature like a badge of pride! She would scream her orgasmic ecstasy to the rooftops!”
Truth be told, it’s not necessarily Quentin’s peptalk that sees MJ squealing again in short order. More, it’s the fact that Luke has fucked her right into a climax, much to her shame and humiliation, and she simply can’t contain her voice after that. As she cums under him, Luke grunts and picks up the pace even more, until finally... the bed can’t take it any longer.
C-CRASH!
With a loud breaking noise, the bed gives up under them and they both drop a couple feet to the floor, the air knocked from MJ’s lungs. At the same time, Luke grunts and pulls out, before promptly cumming all over her. From her face to her tits, all the way down to her navel, he covers her in more jizz than she’s ever seen one man produce in his life.
In the aftermath, MJ’s heart is beating so fast in her chest she’s afraid it’ll explode out of her body and go for a run without her. Still, she slowly begins to calm down, and Luke, the gentleman that he is, even goes to help her clean up. At least it was over... at least they were done with the sex scene and could move on to filming the-
“Fuck!”
Blinking, MJ stops and looks over to see Quentin looking at one of his advanced, futuristic screens. Biting his thumb, the man growls for a moment before repeating the expletive.
“Fuck!”
“Quentin? What is it?”
Taking a deep breath, Quentin lets out a sigh.
“... We’re going to have to do this scene again. My tech wasn’t designed to account for all the voyeurs with flash photography!”
Wait, what? MJ’s eyes widen as she looks to the open balcony just in time to get damn near blinded by someone taking a picture of her laid out on the bed and naked. Cursing, Luke goes over and finally closes the balcony doors and curtains.
Quentin, meanwhile, just sighs and shrugs his shoulders.
“Ugh, that completely changes the lighting, but I suppose there’d be no point in running the scene again if they could just mess it up again. Improvise, adapt, overcome. That’s showbiz, right?”
He gives them both a bright smile before returning to his equipment to recalibrate it.
... R-Right. This was all just... showbiz.
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Part 2:
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Making it over to Greenwich Village with her police horse and Quintin racing along behind her with all of his drones is the work of maybe fifteen to thirty minutes. Truth be told, Mary Jane isn’t sure what to expect when they arrive. She’s actually a little surprised that she’s not chafing from all of this horseback riding, given what she’s currently wearing.
Ever since that weird vision she’d had, she’s felt... good. Better than good, she feels powerful. Strong. Heroic, even.
Jaw clenched with resolve and eyes blazing with determination, the red head swings her horse around the corner, finally arriving on the proper street. What she and Quintin discover there, however, brings them both up short.
The doors of what must be the Sanctum Santorum have been blasted open, and there’s battle being done out on the street. Dr. Stephen Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme, is fighting a veritable horde of devils and people who look just as possessed as the goth chick back in the Church did. Eyes glowing with purple malice, they’re all trying to get to him, trying to take him down.
MJ only knows Dr. Strange in passing, of course. Actually, she’s never met the man before tonight. But she knows enough to recognize him from Peter’s description of the Sorcerer, and to realize that this is WAY above her paygrade. And yet... it’s so obviously clear that something fucked up is happening. Not only that, but it’s also clear, at least to Mary Jane, that Dr. Strange is losing.
Somehow he’s been ambushed, and that’s left him without back-up of any kind. Despite his impressive magical prowess, he’s clearly being overwhelmed more and more by the moment. If no one steps in... then he might actually be defeated.
But then, what is someone like her supposed to do? Mary Jane clenches her hand around the hilt of her sword, only to startle as she realizes that she’s holding it at her side. She doesn’t remember drawing her sword, and yet there it is. The cheap, fake thing couldn’t cut through a damn piece of paper, but it’s not entirely useless. More metal than plastic, at least.
... She wants to help. She wants to go in there and fight. But surely not. Surely she should just stay back and let the professionals handle this, right?
“Alright. Shit. I don’t suppose backing away slowly and pretending like we didn’t see anything is a possibility at this point, is it?”
MJ blinks and glances at Quintin, surprised by the serious expression on the Producer’s face. He’s not looking at her though, he’s looking at the battle... and when she follows his gaze, she realizes he’s really looking at some of the chittering devils on the outskirts of the battle, who have turned and noticed their arrival and began slinking towards them.
In a split second, Quintin the Producer is gone and Mysterio has taken his place. More drones than MJ had even realized the Illusionist had come pouring out and he glances over at her, tilting his fishbowl helmet in her direction.
“Go. Start swinging and I’ll have your back.”
A sense of purpose fills Mary Jane. This is what she needed to do. This was where she belonged. Never in a million years would she have thought it possible for her to be about to go into battle with Mysterio of all people at her side... and yet, she gives Quintin a single solid nod and grits her teeth, gripping her steed’s reins in one hand and holding her prop sword aloft in the other.
Letting out an incoherent yell, she has the police horse charge forward, taking even the devils that were beginning to make their way towards her by surprise. Obviously, they weren’t expecting actual resistance... which is why it’s so easy for MJ to swing her sword into the first devil she runs into, slamming the hellish creature into the ground.
As mentioned previously, her sword is not a real sword. It is a fake, but it’s still made of metal, which is all that matters. Well, there’s one other thing that matters as well. MJ’s super strength from before is still in effect. She’s much stronger than she should be, turning her fake sword into a metal bat of sorts that she has no issue swinging clear through the devils who try to impede her path.
Meanwhile, Mysterio does in fact have her back. Behind her, Quintin’s drones dart forward, most of them invisible as they rush and catch the devils and the possessed humans Dr. Strange is fighting by surprise. The Sorcerer Supreme ALSO looks surprised, especially when he sees who’s come to back him up, but if nothing else, Strange is adaptable and knows how to take advantage of a situation.
As Mary Jane starts to smash people into walls while Mysterio’s invisible drone support keeps her from being swarmed, Dr. Strange finally has some breathing room, allowing him to begin preparing a spell. Obviously, MJ has no idea what said spell can do... but she’s not about to question the sorcerer, not right now.
Instead, she does what she apparently does best now. She knocks people the fuck out and kills devils until finally, at long last, Dr. Strange lets out a loud shout in another language and the purple malevolent light in the possessed people’s eyes fades away. They blink in confusion for a moment, before all collapsing to the ground, passing out from the exertion.
Meanwhile, the rest of the devils should be easy enough to clean up, Mary Jane figures. She just-
The red head has no warning. One moment she’s on her borrowed police horse’s back, the next she’s in the air, dangling from a tentacle that has plucked her from her steed. In response to losing its rider, the horse promptly bolts, disappearing down the street. To her credit, MJ immediately starts swinging, but her sword has no effect on the tentacle monster that has her in its clutches.
Likewise, when she looks to her allies, Dr. Strange and Quintin are both frozen in place, a shimmer around them showing that some magical spell has caught them in a time stop. Finally... there’s the clapping.
“Bravo. Bravo. Though I must ask Ms. Watson... what the FUCK are you doing here?!”
Out of the blown-open doors of the Sanctum Santorum steps the Devil himself. Or at least, that’s Mary Jane’s first impression. He’s big and red and decidedly devil-ish, but she has no idea who he is or how he knows who SHE is. Still, a growl wells up in her throat and she glares daggers at him from her dangling position.
“I live here, asshole! New York is my home and I won’t let you have it!”
The devil laughs, though there’s an undercurrent of anger to his tone.
“My name, dear, is Mephisto. Do try and remember it for the little time you have left on this mortal plane, because once I drag your soul with me to hell, you’re going to be screaming it as you beg me for mercy for the next several HUNDRED years. But yes, I’m well aware you live in New York, Ms. Watson. What I mean is how the fuck did you get HERE?! How in the hell did you somehow manage to stumble right into one of my schemes? Especially after everything I’ve done to ruin you!”
... Wait, what? Mary Jane blinks owlishly at that, staring at the now-named Mephisto in disbelief.
“What... what are you talking about?! Ruin me?! I don’t even know who you are!”
That causes Mephisto to pause and he looks at her for a long moment before letting out another bark of laughter.
“No, you really don’t. And that makes this all the more baffling. You don’t know who I am. You don’t know that the seemingly resurrected ‘Gwen Stacey’ was actually a succubus conjured up by yours truly in order to capture Peter’s heart and facilitate yours and his little break-up. You don’t know that I’m the one who’s anonymously financed Quintin Beck’s little movie through half a dozen different investment firms, solely to keep you tied up in dead-end get-famous schemes. And yet... here you are all the same. Ridiculous.”
He... what? Gwen was a SUCCUBUS?! Mary Jane’s mouth opens and closes wordlessly for a few moments as Mephisto just smiles and nods, soaking in her abject confusion and shock over what he’s just told her. He’s clearly taking great satisfaction in her heartbreak and bewilderment. Finally, she manages to ask the obvious.
“WHY?! Why would you do all of that to me?!”
Mephisto snorts and flicks a clawed red hand in the air almost dismissively.
“Simple, really. If I keep you and Peter apart, then you can never give birth to your daughter May Parker. Still, I never expected a ditzy model and failed theater actress to somehow stumble into this scheme of mine. Honestly, this whole thing with the Sorcerer Supreme is entirely unrelated to you. But... I suppose now is as good a time as any to drop the elaborate plots and just drag everyone down to hell. Starting with you, darling.”
MJ’s eyes widen as he snaps his fingers and the tentacle monster holding her up comes crawling out of the Sanctum Santorum. Moving under her, it opens its maw and dangles her over a thousand whirling teeth. Mary Jane is still trying to come to terms with the bit about her having a DAUGHTER, but this suddenly takes much greater priority. She’s about to be fucking vored by a goddamn tentacle monster, and she has no desire for that to happen.
Yelling, shouting, growling, she fights with all her might. No... she fights with all of Red Sonja’s might. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like it’s going to be enough. It seems she’s really going to end up swallowed by this thing and there’s nothing she can-
“Coming through!”
At the last possible second, a webcrawler in a red and black costume comes swinging in and snatches MJ right from the Tentacle Monster’s clutches, taking her to safety. Blinking, MJ looks up for a second, thinking that Peter has saved her at the last second. But no, it’s not Peter... it’s Miles, one of Peter’s fellow spider-people and a protégé of sorts from time to time.
“Er, hello ma’am! Good to see you again! Sorry about the last minute rescue, but hey... better late than never, right?!”
Still reeling from everything she’s been told, MJ can only nod... only to hear a howl from where Mephisto was. Looking over, her heart leaps in her throat as she sees the familiar red and blue of Spider-Man, alongside Silk. The two have ambushed Mephisto in the same moment that Miles saved her, tag-teaming the red-skinned devil and kicking him off his feet.
This has the additional effect of freeing Dr. Strange and Quintin from Mephisto’s time stop, as his concentration has been thoroughly broken from the sneak attack. MJ bites her lower lip as she watches her Peter let out an incoherent shout of rage, all but wailing on Mephisto for what he’s done.
It would seem that at the same time MJ was being told by the mastermind himself what was going on, Peter and his fellow spider-people had likely sussed out Gwen’s true nature as a Succubus and put two and two together, leading to them showing up in the nick of time to save the day.
As Mephisto receives a decidedly one-sided beatdown... MJ can’t help but feel a little choked up at seeing the raw emotion and fury in every fiber of her ex’s body. Pulling free of Miles’ grasp, she moves forward across the battlefield... and grabs Peter by the wrist as he does his best to pummel Mephisto’s face in.
Looking back at her, the eyes of Spider-Man’s mask widen. A moment later and he’s pulled it off, looking at her with his true face. There’s nothing but horrified apology in his gaze as he looks at her, clearly distraught.
“MJ, I...”
But Mary Jane just smiles and places a hand on Peter’s chiseled jaw.
“I know, Peter.”
Then, she pulls him away from Mephisto... and steps forward. The beaten devil just laughs at them both.
“Pathetic heroes. Always confined by your morality, always-!”
C-CRUNCH!
MJ doesn’t hesitate to put her booted heel through the devil’s face, very literally ‘kicking his teeth in’ as she removes his ability to speak. Smirking down at the now-gurgling devil who’d tried to ruin her life and steal her future from her, Mary Jane Watson chuckles darkly.
“Red Sonja is a very different kind of hero.”
Then, she spins around and throws herself at Peter, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him soundly on the lips. As he takes hold of her right back, returning the kiss with just as must urgency and need to make up for lost time... MJ knows that everything is going to be alright.
Maybe they can’t go back to normal. Maybe there’s going to be an adjustment period. But in the end... things are going to work out. She can feel it in her bones.
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Part 6:
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Red Sonja... Will Return.
As the words play across the television screen at the end of the credits, Mary Jane Watson finds herself sitting stock still on the couch, nestled into her boyfriend’s side and waiting with bated breath to hear his reaction.
It was one thing to feel like you’d done a good job. It was one thing to already know the early reviews from the critics and to also know just how well the movie was doing on its streaming service. But there was nothing quite like the approval... or lack thereof, of your loved ones.
“Wow... that was really, really good.”
MJ brightens up immediately at Peter’s words, looking up at her boyfriend just in time to see him blanch a little as he looks down at her.
“N-Not that I didn’t think it was going to be amazing, Mary Jane! Rather... I knew YOU were going to be amazing, of course. I just had my doubts about Mysterio, you know?”
Smirking, Mary Jane punches Peter in the shoulder hard on her producer’s behalf, which in turn makes him wince and hiss as he rubs his shoulder where she hit him. Rolling her eyes, the red head gives her boyfriend a pointed look.
“Quentin put a lot of his heart and soul into this project from start to finish, Peter. You underestimate him.”
The emphasis MJ puts on ‘Quentin’ reminds Peter that the man was trying his best to move away from his villainous past. Yes, Quentin Beck had once been the supervillain known as Mysterio. Yes, he’d used his incredibly advanced technology to make himself appear as a Master of Illusions and proved to be no small pain in Spider-Man’s ass for a time.
But that was in the past. Quentin had done his time and paid his debt to society. He was just trying to make his way in the world now, and it wasn’t fair to have his mistakes brought up at every twist and turn.
Giving MJ an apologetic look, Peter nods amicably, even as he more snugly wraps his arm around her shoulders.
“You’re right, of course. Still... you and Quentin really made something amazing. Like creating a brand new renewable energy in a cave with a box of scraps or something, you know? Simply incredible.”
Brushing aside Peter’s rather odd analogy, MJ does a little shimmy, letting the pride well up in her chest at her boyfriend’s praise. Obviously SHE knew from beginning to end that they had a banger of a movie on their hands... but she had to admit, there’d been moments where she had her doubts.
Even still, Quentin had been so appalled that his art was seen as just a cheap joke to some devil that he’d gone ahead and edited the film into something even Mary Jane hadn’t expected. He’d made the movie into a proper Red Sonja Isekai using his super-realistic VR technology and some masterclass editing. He’d even removed some of the sleazier scenes, like MJ’s ‘negotiations’ with New York’s Finest, and turned the rest of the sex scenes into something tasteful and critically acclaimed.
‘Red Sonja: Devilish Fate’ was THE number one film on streaming for the week, across every platform. That was... honestly insane. Sure, it wasn’t some massive blockbuster that had made a billion dollars or anything, but it felt like the project really had legs to it, and MJ had to admit, she was excited to continue playing the role of Red Sonja in any number of properties to come. Especially after the payday she’d gotten.
Meanwhile, she and Peter had reconciled and were back together, of course. Finding out you were broken up by a damn devil and his pet succubus was more than enough to make the stubborn couple find a way to make things work. Peter had promised to stop looking to the past and instead treasure the present he had with MJ, while MJ had forgiven him for falling for that blasted succubus in a Gwen-suit in the first place.
Though Peter still insisted that pheromones and mind control were involved. MJ had decided to let him have that particular argument in the end.
Peter was also happy, to MJ’s surprise, to get the unedited footage of the film shoot. She’d been incredibly embarrassed by all of it, but Peter just claimed that it showed a very different side of his beautiful girlfriend that he’d always treated like a delicate flower, and that seeing her let her hair down like that was actually pretty hot.
Privately, MJ wondered if Peter would feel the same way if any of the men she’d wound up having sex with had been better endowed than him. She’d noticed just how smug he was when he nonchalantly noted that he actually had a bigger dick than even Luke Cage, something that had MJ rolling her eyes.
Still...
“Mm, so incredible in fact that I feel the need to worship my beautiful warrior goddess some more~”
MJ blushes as Peter’s free hand suddenly moves between her legs. She moans as he begins touching her, only for said moans to be swallowed up by his lips on her lips. Their tongues wrestle with one another and the two swap spit for a moment before Peter pulls away and slips off the couch entirely to kneel between her thighs.
Gasping as he yanks her legs out further, leaving her ass on the edge of the couch cushion and her feet on the coffee table behind his head, Mary Jane Watson watches as her boyfriend dives down betwixt her creamy thighs and begins going to town on her pussy right there on the spot.
She immediately clamps down in response, causing Peter to have to tap her leg with a hand until she relents, but then he’s all tongue action, and MJ is moaning up a storm as she reaches down and cards her fingers through his short brown hair.
... Yeah, she kept the superhuman strength for some reason. For all intents and purposes, she was actually Red Sonja in this world now, on top of PLAYING Red Sonja on a screen. It was a little weird, but also... kind of awesome? For the longest time, MJ and Peter’s biggest relationship issue was his need to be Spider-Man. The powers he had came with a responsibility to use them, or so he’d always said.
Mary Jane had never really been able to accept that. Moreover, she’d never really been able to understand it if she was being honest. It was a combination of wanting Peter to be safe and wishing she could be by his side to MAKE him safe. But... that wasn’t really an issue anymore, was it?
MJ wasn’t the delicate little flower she’d once been. The beautiful red-haired supermodel suddenly had power, superstrength and super-durability in line with Peter’s own. They were finally, for the first time in their whole relationship, on an even playing field.
Him wincing after she punched him in the shoulder earlier wasn’t an act. Him having to tap her when she clenched her thighs around his head hard enough to pop a normal human’s skull like a watermelon wasn’t an act. She really was as strong as Red Sonja, and while that probably didn’t make her QUITE as strong as Spider-Man... it was close enough for her purposes.
Letting out a mewling cry, Mary Jane arches her back as Peter’s tongue finds the deepest parts of her. She moans as he eats her out slavishly, worshipping and lavishing attention upon her beyond her wildest expectations. Finally, she cums, squirting her pussy juices into Peter’s mouth, which he has no issue swallowing.
Then, he pulls back, a wide and messy grin on his face as he looks down at her. His boxer shorts are tented with his massive cock, and as MJ lays there, she bites her lower lip while staring at it, before finally looking up into his face.
“Take me to bed, tiger. And don’t hold back~”
Letting out a lustful growl, Peter doesn’t have to be told twice. He reaches down and scoops MJ up quick as a flash, causing her to squeal in excitement as he carries her over his shoulder like a barbarian carrying his conquest. Before, he might have insisted on a bridal carry... but now they both know a lot more about each other, don’t they? Specifically, Peter knows what MJ likes and what sort of woman she is now.
Reaching the bedroom, he tosses her down onto the bed, where MJ quickly shucks off her pajama bottoms and top, stripping naked in record time as Peter discards his boxers and leaps on top of her. His hands go to her ankles, lifting her legs high into the air on either side of them before sliding down to her thicc, creamy, powerfully built thighs.
His fingers dig into her toned inner thighs as he places the massive head of his cock against her dripping and drooling pussy... and then thrusts in. Mary Jane groans as Peter fills her with his member in one fell swoop. Before everything that happened, their sex life had been so much tamer. It’d had to be, given she was a normal human woman and he was enhanced the way he was.
But now? Now she can take it. She can take a pounding more than ever before, and Peter doesn’t have to hold back one ounce of his super-strength anymore. He’s still stronger than her, which MJ likes because she honestly loves being manhandled by a man she trusts... but she’s tough enough to take what he can dish out and come back begging for more just a few seconds later.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
As flesh slaps against flesh, as Peter fucks her with relentless and unending force, Mary Jane moans, tossing her head back, reaching above herself to clutch at the bedding. He fucks her like an animal... like a beast. And she loves every last bit of it.
Fortunately, while the bed does rock and jolt underneath them, they’d already taken care of that particular issue after the first time they’d had sex upon getting back together. Namely, when Peter had realized he didn’t have to hold back for HER sake anymore, he’d fucked her so hard that they’d not only destroyed their bedframe, but they’d also done structural damage to the wall of the building that the bed was pushed up against.
After that, they’d both reached out to their respective ‘contacts’ and gotten things taken care of. Peter had managed to get Tony Stark of all people to build him an indestructible bed frame, while MJ had been able to talk Quentin into helping her repair the building’s structural damage on the downlow, as well as reinforce that wall so it could take... repeated impacts going forward.
In the end, there’s nothing stopping them from going all out, and Mary Jane lets out a lewd cry as her boyfriend rails her into the bed, slamming home into her gushing cunt again and again and again.
She clings to him, her arms wrapped around his neck and pulling him down into another tongue-filled kiss. As they makeout, her legs stay raised high into the air, her feet knocking back and forth while his cock pistons in and out of her. He’s right about one thing... he IS the biggest man she’s ever been with. That hadn’t meant much before. Size wasn’t everything and the fact that Peter couldn’t bring his full size or power to bear without hurting the original her had been a... limiting factor in their relationship.
But now? As she cries out and cums on Peter’s cock again and again, MJ begins to wonder if her new powers are making her something of a Size Queen. It seems silly to think this about your boyfriend... but she’s beginning to suspect Peter might soon ruin her for other men. Which is good, right? Though it does depend on what Quentin wants to do with Red Sonja going forward, Mary Jane supposes.
Ah, but that’s all in the future. For now, she lets herself be washed away in the pleasure and ecstasy of the moment. She lets herself lose control and enjoys the way her boyfriend pins her down and makes her his woman with his big fat cock and his super-strength.
Bed creaking and shaking under their rough coitus, MJ’s moans and Peter’s groans filling each other’s mouths... they fuck well into morning. And hey, maybe MJ has found another way to keep Peter occupied as well, because so long as he’s fucking her all night long, he’s not out being Spider-Man and risking life and limb, now is he?
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