#shift some events around and suddenly ned realises that the only way is to go for a Targaryen restoration

[adecila]

Oh i want one fic, "one", were ned says yes to cersei and becomes joffrey hand and cerseis lover 😭

Oooh this would make for a fun AU. Unfortunately saying yes to Cersei would be a bit ooc, but a good author with the right set up could make it work 😏

So petitioning the capable nedsei writers for this one 🥺🥺🥺

[angelofsmalldeathandthecodeine]

Now that's what I call a disappearing act : P.P (Part 2)

Summary: Y/N is the beloved, and only niece of Pepper Potts. However, when it is discovered that she has presumably inherited abilities from her unknown father, things get a little trickier in her day to day life. 

{if you f you haven't read Part 1 then you can click here to read it}

Warnings: a whole lot of dialogue!, indicates a slightly friskier side 

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: I’m so happy with how much support part 1 got, really wasn't expecting it so thank you - Part 2 took me a long time to write because I had an idea, wasn’t too happy because I wanted to develop on the readers relationship with Peter rather than her powers this time and instead rewrote it - so anyways I hope everyone enjoys reading! :)

A sleepy groan was released from your lips upon being woken up to the harsh knock of the front door. Wiping your eyes and stretching you turned to see your alarm clock read 7:00 AM.

“what the hell” you let out to yourself, still half asleep. You had almost forgot about the events of yesterday. Almost.

You ignored the knocking at the door presuming Tony or Pepper would get it, and so instead decided to check your phone. Just as you thought, it was still blowing up with unwanted texts attempting to find out the hot gossip, albeit some were genuinely interested how you were. Thank god it was the weekend, is all you could think to yourself.

Just as you began to drift off again the knocking only intensified, both in sound and pace causing you to groan a little louder this time in hopes someone would pick up on your irritation. 

“I guess ILL GET THE DOOR THEN” your voice echoed throughout the apartment with a sarcastic ring to it.

“Good morning Miss Y/L/N” F.R.I.D.A.Y. routinely welcomed you.

“Mornin’ Friday, where is everyone?” curiously you asked, rubbing your eyes and scratching your head on your way to the door.

“Mr Stark and Miss Potts are at a press conference this morning” you yawned at the thought.

“Jesus, a little early isn’t it-“you were interrupted by F.R.I.D.A.Y. continuing her message “in Europe”.

‘Thanks a bunch for telling me guys’ you muttered under your breath whilst approaching the uninviting knocking of the door. Being such a stress ball mixed with sleepiness you forgot to check the system to see who was at the door and instead just opened it.

“Peter!” shocked to see his face, you were instantly woken up as if you had just been splashed in the face by a hot cup of coffee.

What the hell is Peter Parker doing outside of your apartment?

“How do you know where I live?” there were some subtle attempts to fix your hair upon realisation of being stood inches away from the boy you had the biggest crush on.

“I-um I didn’t know, I didn’t know you lived here actually” Peter said with a puzzled look on his face, then instantly looking at the floor attempting to avoid any kind of eye contact. The comment for some reason got to you, of course Peter isn’t here for you.

Groaning internally, you unintentionally rolled your eyes at your own assumptions.

“right…” you began “and so… what are you doing here then” you said a little harsher than perhaps anticipated. Why were you annoyed? You had no right to be, yet it was a feeling you were struggling to shrug off.

“I’m umm… I’m doing the Stark internship… yeah, I’m the new Stark Intern, it’s my first day” you raised your eyebrow suspiciously. Neither Tony nor Pepper had told you about an internship, but then again, they hadn’t told you about the European press conference this morning either, huh.

You decided to shrug it off Peters ‘excuse’ much like your own feelings, yet suspicions continued in the back of your mind.

“sooo…” Peter began to swing his arms back and forth beside his body “Is Mr. Stark home? He told me to meet him here, at 7 o clock…”

“uh, no, he’s at a press conference” you informed Peter, with a streak of frustration still running throughout your tone. Even your goddamn uncle was getting more attention from Peter Parker than you were.

You began to open the door a little wider, stepping behind it to make room for Peter to walk through.

“its fine, I can wait outsi-“

“In Europe” you lifted your eyebrow and smirked, feeling as though you had just successfully won an argument. It was also intriguing you further, Peters reluctance to step into the apartment. Was it because he had something to hide?

…or maybe he just didn’t like you – you shuddered at the thought.

Peter awkwardly walked into the apartment, gasping whilst he looked around and analysed the immensity of the place. “Good morning Peter” the room was filled by F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice just as Peter took a seat on the edge of the sofa.

You raised your eyebrow for a second time, “first day huh?” you mocked whilst leaning against the kitchen counter to face peter, simultaneously chomping down on a piece of toast prepared by F.R.I.D.A.Y.

Peter’s awkwardness shone through in his attempts to explain, and so you tried not to pressure him any further by dropping the matter, leading to a wave of silence filling the room temporarily.

“what’s the deal with Mr Stark and you?” Peter asked, a little cautiously in return. You analysed him with a strange expression, attempting to figure out what he was getting at and then it clicked.

“Ew no! Gross! I mean, not that gross but, I mean he’s an okay looking guy but, he’s old, way old, but then again so is Cap, and Thor and I mean they are HUNKS…” you trailed off, lost on your own train of thought.

Snapping back, you realised that the attempts to explain yourself clearly weren’t working “what I’m trying to say is that, he’s technically my uncle now”.

“Pepper Potts is my aunt”

Peter seemed to sigh in relief which left you a little confused. You decided to take a plunge by sitting down next to him, you were after all in the comfort of your own home.

‘Keep cool Y/N, just keep cool’ was what kept repeating in your mind. You shifted closer to Peter, beginning to feel more at ease through his welcoming presence.

Peter lifted his head to look at you “That’s pretty cool, I live with my aunt too” he assured you with a soft smile.

This time you both began to shift closer to each other, so much so that you were face to face, inches away from Peter’s lips.

Your relationship with Peter Parker was a tricky one. You had been friends for a long time, and that was the problem, you were just friends. Not only that, but it was the type of friend who you only spoke to in a group, not one you shared your intricacies with and so there was still a lot of learning you both had to do about each other.

“I uh- I was worried about you” mumbled Peter, with his deep hazel eyes staring into yours “I’d hate it if you were hurt or uh you know, if something happened”

He seemed so genuine, did Peter like you too? You had spent a lot of time together recently, but you thought Peter saw you as a friend, like Ned.

You felt your eyes flutter in attempts to shut them, whilst your mouth hung slightly open anticipating Peters movements.

Suddenly you felt Peters hand softly grasp your arm, whilst the other brushed your hair away from your face and shoulder.

You to put yours on his leg to give you support, eyes still closed.

The warmth of his breath was welcoming, causing you to lean in slightly to make up for the last bit of distance between you.

“Holy fu-“ Peter jumped out of his skin, as did you to the tune of ‘Yeah!’ by Usher.

“Incoming Call from: Tony Stark” F.R.I.D.A.Y. announced, immediately you and Peter shuffled away from each other, acting like nothing had happened.

You rolled your eyes, typical Tony.

A full-bodied Tony appeared in front of you, projected in the form of one of his cleverly manufactured simulations.

“Hey kid, do you like that song? I don’t know I was thinking maybe something a bit bigger suited me better” Tony rambled whilst looked towards you before noticing an astonished looking Peter Parker.

“Holy cow Mr. Stark, that’s some cool tech” Peter focused on the simulation in amazement, and you rolled your eyes for what must have been the one hundredth time.

“Oh good, Underoos you’re here too” you burst out laughing “underoos?”.

Peter nervously laughed “ignore him”.

“I am too good” Tony complimented himself, something he did often “killing two birds with one stone, anyway… kid me and your aunt aren’t gonna be back until Sunday night so make sure you take care of yourself, hear that Friday?”.

“Yes Mr. Stark” F.R.I.D.A.Y. immediately replied.

“And kid, I mean other kid, underoos – you’ve got the day off, so uh, go home and do some homework or something”

“ugh Mr. Stark come on! Really?” Peter groaned out of frustration. Was a Stark internship really that important to him?

“a-a-a- zip it” Tony bluntly stopped Peter in his tracks. The mass of people talking in the background of the call was all you could focus on, and it seemed to be distracting Tony too.

He looked behind him before leaving with a “anyway I gotta go, see you soon, stay safe”

“Thanks” you and Peter replied simultaneously, giving each other a strange look.

Upon reflection of the phone call you began to get a little riled up, peter had just lied to you, just like that. The way him and Tony interacted with one another made it obvious that this was most definitely not Peters first day.

Peter grabbed his bag and began to walk out of the apartment. Avoiding eye contact you did the same, walking towards your bedroom without saying goodbye to Peter.

“Hey Y/N” Peter called, stopping you in your tracks “I guess I have the day off now right? W-wanna hang out?”

You couldn’t help but let out a smile, you wanted to jump up and down and scream but you remained composed.

“i-i-if you’re free that is” you had absolutely nothing to do.

“whatever yeah sounds cool” you nonchalantly leant against the wall to face Peter “let me get changed”.

……………………………………………………………………………………………

You and Peter had decided to take a stroll around the city, talking, grabbing a bite to eat… you couldn’t believe how at ease you felt around him considering the huge growing crush you had festering inside of you.

The common ground you both shared was unbelievable, you couldn’t believe you and Peter hadn’t spent more time together in previous years – or rather why it took the common denominator of Tony to bring you two closer.

“Peter, I need to ask you” you began, remembering the events that had occurred this morning “today wasn’t your first day was it? As Tony’s intern?”.

You knew it was a bold question, however you hated the feeling of being lied to by someone that was supposed to be your friend, especially after how much your feelings were building for Peter.

“uh- I – uh” Peter attempted to think of an excuse upon being put on the spot, then let out a sigh “you’re right, I shouldn’t have lied to you, I’ve been Mr. Stark’s intern for a while now, I’d say a month”

A MONTH!! Jesus Tony had hidden that one well.

“but I’m just his intern, just his boring intern” Peter rubbed the back of his neck and attempted to assure you, and quite frankly it did. What reason would he have to lie to you? You wanted to put your trust in Peter to build your relationship.

“Thank you, Peter…for telling the truth” you replied, slipping your hand into his as you walked along the sidewalk of the city, causing Peter’s breathing to increase

You began to feel much more at ease again, however Peter seemed to be the complete opposite.

“Peter, a-are you okay? Goosebumps shot up his hand and arm as he turned behind him to look into the distance

“Peter!”

“I’m so sorry Y/N… I, I gotta go” Peter said hurriedly.

“What? Uh sure but why?” you tried to play off your feelings of embarrassment and frustration in a low tone, but you weren’t sure it worked.

Peter detached his hand from yours and began to run in the opposite direction.

A faint “I’m sorry” was all you heard in the distance, and just like that you were stood in the middle of New York on your own.

Your phone buzzed in your jean pocket, only for you to open a breaking news notification.

It read: URGENT NEWS! Citizens of New York are being advised to stay indoors due to a technical glitch affecting the City’s electricity output. Nobody is certain of the causes for this glitch, they will be announced when investigated further.

You rolled your eyes at the message. If there was one thing you weren’t, it was stupid, and nothing got past you.

You began to feel your body heat up fuelled from the anger and embarrassment, the same feeling from yesterday. Looking down at your hands you saw nothing but the pavement.

You began to take your clothes off attempting to make yourself as transparent as possible, looking around in the process to be certain you were alone in doing so.

Tony and Pepper’s words rang through your head “’take care of yourself’, you chose to shrug them off.

“I’m just his intern, just his boring intern” you began to mockingly mimic Peters words, which fuelled your anger further.

‘Let’s find out how much of an intern you actually are’.

Tags: @editsbyjenny @shirukitsune @clara-licht @ifangirlninja (If you want to be tagged for future chapters just ask!)

[psychicrunawaybouquet-aus]

Another lil spideychelle fic thingy

Ok so I’m not really a fanfic writer. I don’t even really normally read fan fiction (I just happen to have read pretty much all the spideychelle fanfics out there I’m like an encyclopaedia at this point)

Anyway every now and then I post something when I can be bothered, but I have realised I just really don’t have the patience to proof read and edit and commit to writing something... good.

The point is respect to the fanfic writers out there that provide A+ works. I can only imagine how much time it takes.

So this is a little fic, it’s kind of a love at first sight/college AU. Prepare for a lil bit of smut. You have been warned.

...........

It was one of those moments in life, where time seems to stop. Something seems different and there is a sense that something in your very soul has shifted. A crack, a change, an alteration. It’s the only way he can describe looking at her.

‘Peter.’ He hears vaguely in the distance.

‘Peter? Are you even listening?’ He hears more assertively.

Reluctantly he tears his eyes away from the woman across the room to face his friend. ‘Sorry Ned, start again.’

‘I said, Matt, you know, Matt from Chem is starting a dungeons and dragons club, I was wondering if you wanna join and bring beers on Tuesday?’

But Peter couldn’t help that his eyes seemed to be naturally wondering back to her. He has never seen her on campus before or at a party. Her wild curls framing her face, her tall willowy frame dressed in a fight the patriarchy shirt with ripped black jeans.

Suddenly a loud clicking sound resonated in his left ear. ‘Dude!’ Ned said. ‘You coming on Tuesday or not?’

‘Yeah sorry man.’ He answers only half interested.

‘What’s got in to you?’ Ned asked before following his eye line. Suddenly he felt Ned elbow his ribs beside him. ‘Go talk to her!’ His jovial friend encouraged.

‘No way Ned, she doesn’t even know me, she doesn’t want some creepy dude ruining her night.’

‘Normally I would agree with you, but you’re in luck my friend.’ Ned says as he tips his hat like a cowboy.

‘What do you mean?’ Peter asks, confused.

‘Well I happen to know that the young lady in questions name is Michelle Jones. She’s in my philosophy class annnddd she is good friends with Betty. So you know. I’ll go over, say hi and introduce you.’

‘Seriously? What a small world?’ Peter says, wondering how he has never happened across the mysterious curly haired Michelle before.

Ned scoffed ‘Peter, it’s college, I know a lot of people.’

Peter laughed. ‘You mean Betty knows a lot of people.’

‘Do you want me to introduce you or not?’ Ned questioned.

‘Alright alright. Do I look ok?’ Peter asked self consciously smoothing his shirt with his sweaty palms.

‘Yeah man, your Spider-Man.’ Ned says positively.  ‘But maybe like undo a button or something.’

On the way across the room, Peter took Neds advice and undid one of the top buttons to his plaid shirt. But quickly felt self conscious, so did it back up before they reached her.

‘Hey MJ!’ Ned called in front of him. ‘Fancy seeing you here.’

The girl, MJ. Turned and looked at Ned with apparent disinterest, but her face seemed to lighten a little as she recognised her classmate. ‘Oh hey Leeds. Where’s Betty? I haven’t seen her around?’

‘She’s in Maine with her family,’ Ned answered casually. Whilst Peter found himself gawking. MJ, Michelle Jones as Ned had called her, was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Seeing her from far away did her no justice. She wasn’t a classical beauty, she was so much more than that. She was different and oozed a sense of cool that Peter could never hope to achieve. She was as blinding as the sun, yet as trance inducing as an open flame. He noticed her eyes lightly flicker to him, before quickly looking back at Ned.

‘This is my friend Peter Parker.’ Ned added, moving aside and gesturing to him. ‘Peter this is...’

But before Ned could finish Michelle cut him off. ‘Michelle Jones.’ She said forcefully holding her hand out for Peter to shake. Peter offered her a warm grin, before taking her hand into his. Her palms are smooth and soft, her skin warm. For a split second it feels like she is not looking at him, but seeing right through him. She holds his hand for a fraction of a second too long before she drops her hand and tucks her hair behind her ear.

‘Does he speak?’ MJ says to Ned aggressively.

‘Oh, uh yeah Hi. Sorry.’ Peter supplied quickly.

She raised her glorious eyebrow and smirked. ‘You’re a real nerd aren’t you Parker?’

Peter went to open his mouth but she added ‘No don’t defend yourself, I can tell. You Peter Parker are a nerd.’

‘Is that a bad thing?’ Peter questioned. Looking at Ned who shrugged.

She considered him for a second looking him up and down. Peter feeling slightly self conscious and terrified.

‘Nope.’ She said popping the p sound. ‘Nope, these days, I’d even argue that it’s hip to be a nerd.’

‘So I’m... hip then?’ Peter asked as she took a sip from her red plastic cup.

She laughed. A strangely feminine musical kind of laugh which juxtaposed her personality. ‘I’m just messing with you Parker. So what’s your deal? What year are you?’

‘Oh ah I’m a freshman, I ugh came here from midtown tech with Ned.’ He said as he went to gesture to his best friend, who was suddenly no longer next to him.

‘Oh that’s cool, you Ned and Betty. It’s good to know people.’

‘Yeah Peter nodded, the only problem is that they spend every weekend fucking in my dorm.’

Michelle laughed again, genuinely, and Peter decided that it was one of the most incredible sounds he had ever heard. It felt hard not to tell that somehow someway, she had opened some cosmic connection to his heart having an instantaneous effect on him. He wondered if this was what Shakespeare had imagined Romeo felt when he first meets Juliet.

‘I know the feeling.’ She says, bringing him out of his thoughts. ‘My roommate is actually an animal. It never ends. I don’t know how she keeps finding new people on campus to bang. Ugh I’ve decided I’m just gonna move into an apartment.’ MJ crosses her arms in front of her chest and leans casually against the wall.

‘That’s a good idea.’ Peter encouraged. Trying to act like her light wasn’t blinding him. ‘I don’t know why I haven’t thought of that.’

She smiled ‘well obviously I’m smarter than you, but if your in need of a roommate let me know.’ Again taking a swig of her drink. ‘I’m all out.’ She said. ‘What are you drinking Parker?’

‘Oh,’ he said glancing down at his cup. Trying not to appear to flustered. ‘Just beer I think.’

‘Yeah me too, I’m gonna go get another one.’ Picking up on her hint, Peter followed her outside and to the drinks table.

‘So what about you?’ He asked her. ‘Are you a freshman?’

She nodded as she ate a cracker.

‘What’s your major?’ He asked genuinely interested.

‘Journalism. You?’ She said as she crunched on carrot and dip.

‘Physics.’

‘Oooo Parker I was right you are a nerd.’ She said teasingly. Brushing her shoulder against his, Which was effecting him far more that it should be.

‘Yeah I guess.’ He says shrugging.

‘So what’s the plan? Are you gonna invent some shit? Go to space?’ She questioned.

Inwardly Peter considered that he already had invented ‘shit’ and been to space on several occasions, but neglected to mention it.

‘Something like that. What about you?’ Is all he says.

She went a long tangent about her goals as a writer, her ambition as a journalist, her political views. She had managed to insult Mr.Stark and had incorrect information on the snap, but still peter couldn’t help but readily digest every word she said with utter fascination.

‘How do you feel about Stark she asked? I mean as a physicist I’m sure you have a different perspective.’

Peter froze completely unsure of how to even begin to answer that question, what would he say. Well he is my mentor and sort of surrogate father? Albeit a emotionally removed and unavliable one.

‘Uhmmm well, to be honest, I don’t agree with everything he does but i know he has a brilliant mind and the best intentions.’

‘Do you think he still sells weapons under the table? My professor thinks so.’ She looks so passionate when she speaks, that he isn’t even offended by her question.

‘Well. Peter said carefully. ‘I really hope not.’

MJ rose her eyebrows over the rim of her cup and she took a sip. She swallowed and nodded. ‘ yeah I get that totally, we all want our heroes to be honest, but like really I feel like I’m most interested in the truth, even if it hurts. We deserve to know.’

‘Yeah’ Peter said, mostly agreeing with her, ‘But also I’m somewhat bias to the situation. Cause like, I’m kind of the heir to his company.’ He blurts out.

MJ’s eyes went wide and she coughed and spluttered everywhere. ‘What?’ She questioned. ‘Like, like as an like an heir to the British thrown but to Stark industries?’

‘Yeah well I kind of work for Stark and he was my mentor as a teenager, and then he kind of took me and my Aunt under his wing and, now I kind of ya know, help him develop tech and he sort of, asked me if he could leave me his company in the event of his death. So yeah I guess it’s kind of like inheriting the British thrown. But also nothing like it, I guess heir wasn’t the right word more like i’m responsible for managing his legacy?’

He truly doesn’t know why he is telling her this, she is clearly not a big fan of Mr. Stark, she is a journalism student and Tony’s will was supposed to just be between him, May and Pepper.

She just looks at him in shock. ‘Well that’s.... a lot.’ She says finally. ‘I’m sorry I, ugh didn’t know.’

‘It’s ok. Not everyone sees eye to eye with him. I get that. And also, no one really knows. I mean it’s no secret that I work on tech development, but, the rest is kind of private.’

‘So why are you telling me?’ She asked looking genuinely confused.

‘I don’t know really. I suppose a journalist is the worst person to tell. I guess they’re is something about you makes it easy for me to tell you.’

‘What can I say.’ She shrugs. ‘It’s my charm.’ Her teasing somewhat lightening the mood, making Peter laugh.

‘But just so you know Peter, your secrets safe with me.’ She offered him a small smile and looked deeply honest in her eyes.

‘How the hell did you end up as Starks protégée in the first place?’

And he finds himself telling her everything (aside from Spider-Man and anything overtly fantastical)

He tells her about his parents and Ben and May.

‘Wow.’ Was all MJ said. Reaching for his hand and holding it in support, searing his skin in the process. ‘If it makes you feel any better, my dad is in jail and my Mom is dead. But like he didn’t kill her!’ She adds quickly, ‘he’s in jail for an unrelated reason.’

‘Oh, wow MJ I’m sorry.’ Peter says as emphatically as he can manage.

‘Yeah you aren’t the only one with a sob story hey Parker! And look you became a future billionaire out of it.’ He can tell she is joking when she speaks. He somehow knows that she understands that the money doesn’t mean anything to him, that she knows he has been hurt.

He laughs warmly, his chest swelling with some foreign feeling, overwhelmed by her so quickly after meeting her. ‘If you don’t mind me asking, what happened? To your mom I mean?’

She took a deep breath ‘she was in an accident.’ That was all she said, it was clear she didn’t want to elaborate, so he didn’t push it, changing the subject.

‘Wanna go lay on the grass?’ He questioned gesturing to the small grass area in the back yard by the pool.

She shrugged. ‘Sure’

They lay on the grass and look up at the Stars in silence. Peter couldn’t help the bad memories that flood his mind as he thinks of his time amongst gods, stars and wizards. He thinks of when faded away to dust on titan, when they lost Cap, when he thought he had lost Tony.

Suddenly he felt cold fingers touch his temple, he looked to his left to find Michelle leaning on her hand, propped up on her elbow, she seemed to be using her other hand to smooth his face.

‘What’s the worry Parker?’ She asked as she brushed her thumb softly between his brows, preventing them from remaining furrowed.

‘That feels unbelievably nice.’ He said as she pressed her thumb and massaged his forehead.

‘There is something strange about you Parker.’ She said ominously, causing his heart beat to rapidly flutter.

He smiled at her, in the moonlight she looked even more beautiful then when he had first seen her. Her face seemed closer than before, and he wondered if she would want him to kiss her. But before he can consider for much longer, she is leaning in to his space, and he finds himself leaning forward.

When their lips meet, its like a supernova. Everything exploding in a glorious succession from his mouth all the way to his toes. He reaches his hand up to her face and winds his fingers in the hair that meets the back of her neck. She leans closer, parting her lips as his tongue grazes hers.

She makes a small whimpering sound that ignites his masculine ego, pulling her closer to him, desperate for more of her. She pulls away suddenly and the lack of her touch is like a cold chill taking over his body.

He searches her eyes, silently questioning if he has done something wrong. ‘Do you want to get out of here?’ She asks. Completely shocked, Peter doesn’t know what to say. He just opens and closes his mouth.

‘You don’t have to say yes, I’m sorry if I...’

But he cuts her off my by kissing her again, pulling her on top of him on the grass. She straddles his waist, and leans down so that their chest to chest, he kisses her hard, and finds himself running his hands hungrily up the sides of her torso. Her skin is hot, burning him in the most satisfying way.

‘Parker.’ She said against his mouth. ‘I’m not going to fuck you on the lawn.’ He immediately pulls away. ‘Oh yeah! I know I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you think that. I don’t expect anything.’

‘I know you dweeb. I’m just teasing you.’ She says. Swinging her leg off him and standing. She reaches her hand out to pull him up beside her.

They wander and chat and laugh back to campus, he follows her lead and finds himself at her door to her dorm. ‘My roommate is away so. You can come in.’ she says as she unlocks the door. Her dorm is interesting to say the least. One side, he assumes is her dorm mates. It’s pink and girly with makeup scattered on the bed. Michelle’s side has a book case, a Bernie Sanders poster and dark bed sheets with a floral pattern.

Mi Casa su Casa. She says, falling on the bed. Suddenly he is nervous, he hasn’t done this, in a long time, he isn’t super experienced. Maybe she is, maybe he will disappoint her.

‘I can hear your thoughts from here’ she says suddenly. ‘Relax Peter.’

MJ pulls him on top of her, and kisses his brow in an oddly intimate way. He captures her lips in his, and commits to the moment. She moans and keens and whimpers as he kisses down her neck, biting and sucking.

She reaches for the hem of his shirt and moves to pull it off. ‘Is this ok?’ She asks. He just nods stupidly and she tears off his shirt. She looks a little taken aback and as he leans back down to kiss her she halts him placing her palm flat on his chest.

‘What the hell parker?’ She asks abruptly.

‘What?’ He questions. Confused and concerned.

‘Do you like, live at the gym?’ She asks.

‘Oh. Ugh I try and stay fit.’ Peter bashfully admits attempting not to blush.

‘No shit.’ She says as she runs her hand slowly down his chest to his stomach and abs, stopping just at the waist band of his pants.

He shivers and MJ grins. Pulling her own shirt over her head. She is sans bra, which, is a nice surprise. And her breasts, like the rest of her, are perfect. He is drawn to them, kissing them carefully, pulling her nipple on his mouth, feeling it harden and pebble. Her moans might as well be angles singing in his ears.

Her back slightly arching off the bed. She pants in his ear. ‘Peter take my pants off.’ Its almost a demand. Desperate and fuelled with hormones.

And in that moment Peter has the feeling that if she were to let him, he would never deny her anything she could even want, so he does as she says. Undoing her belt lovingly. She grows frustrated ripping her jeans and underwear off, suddenly naked before him. Peter vaguely considers in the back of his mind that he is perhaps harder then he has ever been in his entire life. So ridiculously turned on by the woman he had only known a few hours.

‘Peter!’ She exclaims stop staring at me and do something! Please.’ She begs, which only serves to make Peter even more horny.

He runs his hand down her torso, before reaching her centre. He gently brushes her clit with his fingers. Causing her to shiver and bite her lip in the most glorious way. He moves his finger down and carefully slips it inside her warmth. He can hear her wetness already gathered there as he slowly pumps in and out, driving him completely insane. ‘Peter. I need more.’ She begs. He puts a second finger inside and kneels in front of her.

He pumps in and out as he softly kisses her sweet spot. Licking exactly the way that makes her scream unholy things. He hasn’t eaten anyone out in a long time, but he supposed it’s like riding a bike, it’s not something he can unlearn. She falls hard and breathy moaning his name over and over. Her chest rising and falling in frantic erotic breaths.

When she looks at him afterwards, he is grinning like an idiot. ‘Shut up!’ She says. ‘I didn’t say anything!’ He defends.

She pulls him back down on top of her and moans against his mouth when she taste herself on his lips. ‘We don’t have to do anything else if you don’t want too.’ He offers.

Michelle raises an eyebrow. ‘I want too. Definitely.’

Peter shivers at her certainty, a beautiful woman wants him and he isn’t going to argue again. He takes the rest of his clothes off whilst MJ overtly admires him for a moment, making him blush profusely but she quickly wraps her hand around his shaft so he doesn’t have lot of time to be embarrassed, ‘so hard for me.’ She mumbles into his mouth. ‘You have no idea.’ He feels himself saying before he can stop it.

‘Condoms?’ He asks. ‘Oh yeah! In the draw.’ she reaches over and finds the box, in the bedside table. And for a split second he can’t help but think about the amount of condoms she had in her draw, he suddenly hates the hands of anyone who has touched her before he could, but he shakes the thought off, disgusted in his possessiveness. He opens a Condom from a green packet and discards the wrapping, but feels anxious and exposed again. hovering over her in anticipation and fear. ‘ you ok?’ She asks.

‘Yeah.’ He replies anxiously his voice a little cracked. ‘It’s just been a while.’ He feels himself shaking with anticipation and anxiety, but she seems to know what he needs, slowly and firmly rubbing his length until he can’t take it anymore. She pulls him down to her chest and runs her fingers gently down his back, like the ghost of a touch. ‘It’s ok Peter. You will be fine.’

‘I don’t know if I will...last.’ He admits, deeply embarrassed.

‘It’s ok I promise.’ She says Her eyes warm and genuine. ‘No pressure, you made me cum already remember?’ He nods and smirks and she shoves him gently on the shoulder, ‘Don’t get too cocky Parker it was one orgasm not twenty.’

So without anymore hesitation Peter is slowly pushing into her perfect tight heat and it’s glorious. He is in literal heaven. It’s how Hades must have felt when he coupled with Persephone, but without any of the kidnapping or dubious consent. Peter pushes the poor comparison aside to focus on what he’s doing. He looks down to read her expression. ‘I’m ok.’ MJ says seemingly reading his mind. ‘You can move.’ She tells him.

And he does. He tries to ease into it, but his body is desperate to go. He has to remind himself to contain his super human strength but all his body wants is too move harder and faster. Luckily, she seems to not mind. Encouraging him. ‘Yes. Peter more. Harder.’ She moans.

He thrusts hard and is almost undone by the sound of her cries. Her head thrown back in ecstasy. ‘Mmm yes, MJ.’ He mumbles roughly. ‘You’re so tight, you feel so good.’ He says into her sweet smelling hair. He feels her walls start to tighten and spasm after a while spent in pure pleasure and it takes everything in him not to cum. ‘Peter!’ She cries out at her release.

He can’t help it, the sound of her, the feel of her, the way she looked panting and sweaty, her nipples flushed and pert. Properly fucked, he thinks, inflating his own ego. He moves faster and harder, his hips bucking almost against his will.

‘Yes! She moans in his ear. ‘Your dick is so good.’ She cries.

And in the end, rather embarrassingly it’s her words that push him over the edge. He is jerking, rutting hips in his finish, any semblance of rhythm lost in the whitewash of his peak. Yet she also seems to be desperately enjoying it, clawing his back and moaning in his ear until he collapses on top of her. Utterly bewildered. They both gasp for air for a while, before he rolls off of her staring at the ceiling in total shock and awe.

‘Night Nerd.’ She mumbles.

They quickly fall asleep huddled together on her single bed mattress. The last thing he remembers is the sound of her gentle breath as sleep overwhelms him.

When Peter wakes in the morning, he feels so much contentment, more then he had felt in years. Michelle’s hair is wild next to him. Sprawled across his chest.  He can’t help but notice how she looks different in the light of the morning, younger somehow, more at peace.

Suddenly his phone starts ringing. Jolting them both. She shoots upright, feeling around for her phone. ‘MJ.’ He says. ‘It’s my phone. Go back to sleep.’

To his surprise, she immediately does, rolling over and softly snoring. He quickly admires the fact that her bed sheet is gathered at her waist, allowing him to scan the soft expanse of the smooth skin on her back. Peter checks his phone and sees 7 missed calls from Ned. Quickly he dresses and steps outside her dorm and into the empty corridor.

He calls Ned, who answers almost immediately. ‘Peter where the hell did you go last night, I thought something might have happened.... you know to Spider-Man!’ He scolded.

‘Shit Ned I’m sorry. Nothing happened with Spider-Man. I ugh. I went home with MJ last night...’

It took 3 full seconds before Ned says anything. ‘You what!??? You have to tell me everything, are you a college slut now? I never imagined you would be. Is this your first one night stand? Not that I have had any...’

‘Ned, Ned stop, I’m still here with her. I’m in her dorm room hallway.’

‘Oh.’ Ned says

‘But umm. I think I there’s a problem.’ Peter adds.

‘What is it? You ok? Did you have performance anxiety? Did the condom break? Did...’ Ned asks hurriedly over phone.

Ignoring his friends questions Peter just says ‘I think... well I think I’m in love with her.’

‘Oh. Oh no.’ Is all Ned says in reply.