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captainfern · 8 months

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Dbf!price x reader where he drunk dials her for a lil late night booty call so she sneaks him into the house while her fathers asleep and they’re trying to keep quiet but readers havin a hard time? 🫢😳

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Marigold - The End

dbf!Captain John Price x fem!reader

[“Marigold” by Nirvana]

[18+]

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• summary - a slightly drunken, late-night meeting ends in some very sober words lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 2.2k • warnings - fem!reader, dad’sbestfriend!price, established relationship?, age gap [whatever you want it to be as long as it's legal lmao], unprotected piv, light fingering, praise, fluff, strong language

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You woke up with a start, your phone on your nightstand vibrating loudly into the darkness of your room. You reached over and snatched it, squinting through blurry eyes, the little time at the top reading just after one in the morning.

Price's name lit up the screen, and you answered the call, swallowing to try and eliminate the early-morning dryness.

"Price?" You whispered into the phone.

"Hi, my pretty girl. Did I wake you?"

"Obviously," you joke, rubbing at your face with your free hand. "It's one in the morning."

"Aw, m'sorry, sweetheart. S'just... s'just I missed you." He drawled through the phone, and you frowned lightly as you listened to him.

"Are you drunk?" You asked, and you could hear faintly that he was walking, possibly outside, along the pavement somewhere.

Price laughed, and the sound, like usual, made your stomach flutter. "M'not drunk, love. Only had a bit."

"How much is a bit?"

"Hmm... about a pint and a half."

You rolled your eyes. "Liar."

"M'not lying, sweetheart," he said, and then he went silent for a moment. You heard him walking again, the light whoosh of a breeze hitting the phones speaker. Then: "Be a doll and open the door for me, hm?"

You sat up in bed, the sleep knocked from your body. "You're here?"

You heard him knock on hardwood through the phone and across the house, you heard the same faint knocking just a millisecond in front. Your eyes widened and you jumped out of bed, pulling your door open as quietly as you could.

"Don't knock!" You whispered into the phone as you crept down the stairs through the dark. "You'll wake up my dad!"

Price just chuckled as you hung up and approached the door, slowly unlocking it and turning the door handle, cringing slightly as it made a louder than normal click echo through the entrance hall. Price, in all his glory, stood on the front step, and was pocketing his phone at the same time he surged towards you, ducking his head to kiss you.

You pushed him away as his lips brushed yours, turning your head to the side. "Price!" You stepped around him to quietly close and lock the door again, and he came up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and bending to press kisses down your exposed neck.

"What're you doing here?" You asked, hands still on the door as Price pressed hot kisses along your shoulder, bare from where your t-shirt fell to the side.

"Missed you..." He whispered against your skin, raising goosebumps. "Missed my pretty girl."

Your stomach twisted. Your core throbbed.

"I– fuck– I saw you three days ago," you told him, dropping your head to the side to give him better access. "Don't you remember?"

He chuckled lowly against your shoulder, skimming his teeth near the neckline of your t-shirt. "Oh, I remember. How could I forget, hm? How could I forget how pretty you are when you come, n' how fucking good you taste on my tongue."

"Price..." You whine, the memories of you and him in his living room three days ago making you hot.

His hands squeezed at your sides, dragging you back into him, gently grinding your backside against his front. He sucked a kiss to the curve of your neck as his cock grew hard against your arse, making you chew on your lip to stop yourself from moaning out loud.

When you felt one of his hands skim over your navel and dip towards the waistband of your pyjama shorts, you whimpered. "Price, you're drunk."

"I’m sober as a judge, sweetheart."

His fingers dripped past the waistband, just skimming the soft skin of your lower belly. You bit your lip again, body hot, a heartbeat between your legs.

"You s-said you had a pint and a half."

"S'not enough to get me pissed." Price laughed, trailing his nose up your neck until he could nip at your earlobe, continuing to grind your arse back onto his cock, painfully hard in his jeans.

"Classy." You rolled your eyes, and Price's hand finally moved over your mound and down to your cunt, where he dragged two fingers through your slick folds. He groaned into your neck, and you shushed him, your hands still flat against the door.

"Besides, I walked from the pub. Fresh air always sobers me up." He said, stroking his fingers gently, almost too gently, between your folds, making you arch against him.

You gasped, both from the feeling of his fingers and Price's words. "That's a three mile walk, and at one in the morning! You did that for me?"

"Yes ma’am,” Price uttered, sucking a kiss just below your ear as he began circling two of his fingers around your wet hole, feeling the way you clenched around nothing. "And I'd do it again... Hell, I'd walk a lot further if it meant I could see you."

You whimpered when he pushed his two fingers inside you, and he groaned into your neck. It sounded loud in your ear, and it was enough to make you suddenly self-aware.

"My dad's asleep," you whispered urgently as Price buried his fingers to the knuckle, then proceeded to curl them against your slick walls. Your knees almost buckled, but he was holding you firmly against your body. "P-Price, we need to be quiet."

"I know, baby, I know," he placed a kiss to your cheek before extracting his fingers from your shorts. You turned to look at him, legs shaky, as he sucked his fingers into his mouth, his eyelids fluttering as he tasted you. He groaned, and you gave him a look. Shut it. He smiled, then dropped his fingers from his mouth. "You wanna go upstairs?"

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Price deducted that the bed creaked too much with a lot of movement– something he had picked up over the last, well, several times you and him had been moving on it.

So, the fluffy rug at the foot of your bed was deemed the next best option.

Price wasn't as methodical as he usually was– he didn't make you come once, or maybe twice on his tongue like he liked too. He didn't even make you come around his fingers to prepare you for him. This time, he pumped two fingers inside you for a few long moments and, when a glimmer of your orgasm appeared in the base of your tummy, he was pulling away, and you were almost sad.

But the feeling didn't last long. Not when he was so desperate to have you: he yanked your pyjama shorts down your legs, tossing them to the side. He pulled his jeans down, just enough to free his achingly hard cock– the head red and leaking pre-cum, one of the veins down the side was prominent against the paler skin.

Then, he was pushing into you so hard that a moan was ripped out of your chest, but Price caught it with his mouth. He kissed you as hard as he fucked you: each probe of his tongue, each nip of his teeth matched each deep thrust against your cervix, each slap of his pelvis against yours.

You arched against him, hearts hammering together. He gripped your hips, squeezing tightly as he pulled you back onto him. His cock stretched you open, a delicious burn that had you mewling into his mouth as he had inched in; but now, the burn had subsided, leaving way for nothing but absolute pleasure as he fucked you against your rug.

When he wasn't kissing your mouth, he was kissing the rest of your body. The skin he could reach, anyway. Price sucked and licked kisses down your jaw, your neck, your shoulder, your collarbones. His breathing was ragged against your skin, and you felt sticky, unsure if the cause was your sweat or his spit.

His cock hit you deep, abusing the plug of your womb in a way that had your thighs shaking. Burning, molten pleasure built in the base of your tummy, tingling the very bottom of your spine, making you gasp and whine and whimper out for him, for all but him and the darkness to hear: Price, Price, John.

You were too loud. You knew that, but you couldn't find your off switch– Price had rewired your brain, and now all you could think about was him. You could smell him, too– sandalwood and pine and everything you noticed the very first day you met him. You could smell expensive cigar smoke, rich and bitter, as well as cheap beer, a lingering smell of hops. God, you loved it.

You loved him.

Price placed a hand to your mouth. He knew you were almost too loud. He could feel your cute little whimpers and whines against his palm, and it made his thrusts deepen, rolling his hips against you and using one hand to keep your hips steady.

You were so fucking wet, he could feel it and, fuck, he could hear it. Such a sloppy cunt, so fucking needy for his cock, always sucking him in so well. And your body, constantly reacting to the smallest touches of his, always wanting him. You smelt good, too– sweet, expensive, seductive. But his favourite part about you, although hard to choose, was your face– you looked absolutely regal, so fucking beautiful, so beautiful taking his cock. His pretty girl.

He loved his pretty girl.

"God, fuck, fuck–" He cursed in a low grunt. "So pretty, baby. You look so fucking pretty when you take my cock."

You whined against his hand, his cock slamming into that spot inside you that had you seeing stars in the hazy darkness; more stars then there were outside your window.

Your puffy clit, so far neglected in you and Price's hastily spurred rendezvous, buzzed with your oncoming orgasm, your cunt squeezing Price's cock like a vice. Loud, wet clicks sounded throughout your quiet room, your arousal slick against your inner thighs. The sounds made you moan, muffled by Price's large palm.

Your body was on fire, your heart was on fire. Tears slipped from your waterline as your orgasm neared, your entire body shaking against his. The fluffy carpet beneath you was suddenly burning your flesh, sweat accumulating on your lower back as you arched further and further against him, mewling and whining for him, him, him.

Somehow– you don't really know how– you managed to get his hand to leave your mouth, just enough for you to say: "I love you" as you came.

You'd confessed your love to him before, obviously. But something about tonight was different.

The way he fucked you, so full of raw want and animalistic possession had your brain in a spin, and your violent orgasm was testiment to that.

You came around his cock in a gush of arousal, dripping out and around his cock as he continued to fuck you through it. Droplets dribbled down the curve of your arse, and you didn't even want to think about the cleaning job for your rug in the morning.

You clawed at his back, pulling him impossibly closer, mouthing at the junction of his neck before you were pulling back and whimpering "John" into the darkness of your room.

"I love you too, my pretty girl," he whispered, kissing you. "I love you so fucking much. My pretty girl, my good girl. I love you–"

He stifled his groan in your mouth as he came, his tongue pressed hot to yours. His hips stilled, pelvis flush with yours as he came and filled you, stuffed you full. His release was warm, your tummy tightening as the sensation kicked some kind of fucking hormone into action inside your body, making your diaphragm flush heavy with heat. You felt as though you were glowing.

Price panted into your mouth, before slowly, begrudgingly, pulling out of you. He was quick to slip your pyjama shorts back up your legs and keep as much of his cum inside you as possible. Then, in a comfortable silence, he stripped down to his boxers, tucking his softening cock back in. He then gently guided you to your bed and tucked you beneath the covers, slipping in alongside you.

He placed a kiss to your forehead, and the two of you lay in each others arms for a long time.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too." You whispered back.

More silence followed. A comfortable, warm silence that had your heart feeling full. He nuzzled his nose into the top of your head, kissing you there. His arms around you pulled you closer, tucking you against him, his chest to your back. He slipped his hands beneath your shirt and rested them across your tummy.

"Sweetheart?"

"Hm?" You blinked back at him lazily.

"I'm so glad I have you." He said, and you couldn't help but want to cry.

You smiled. "I'm glad I have you, too."

He kissed the top of your head.

Then:

"Sweetheart?"

"Yeah?"

He hugged you closer, if that was even possible.

"I'm going to marry you one day."

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the end lol x

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pupyuj · 4 months

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waitt im j thinking w recent mean girl wony she’d be the type to leave yn there but then she’d get jealous seeing that yns new shirt is another girl’s 😭😭😭

revisiting this wony to do this ask hehehe good times!

we all like our mean girls vicious and jealous right?? well that's exactly what this meanie wony is like! she'd see you talking to your friends and ignoring her again like the two of you didn't fuck twice in the same night and she'd get sooo upset 🤭🤭 pouting and glaring as you went about the entire morning not looking at her 😭 she did like how you stiffened up whenever you caught her staring at you and checking you out, and how you'd awkwardly pull your collar up just so you can hide the marks she left on your chest... but wonyoung was going to make you didn't have to work so hard to hide them anymore next time! 😵‍💫

the next time in question being in her car?? she's got you trapped between the backseat and herself, her fingers knuckle-deep inside your cunt and her mouth working on your nipple,, and she's doing this while parked on your driveway btw! not at all caring if an innocent stranger was passing by and saw the two of you 😳 oh yeah and that shirt you borrowed from a friend after she messed up yours last night?? well that would be torn off your body and thrown mindlessly somewhere else!

"should've known.. hah... that you'd weasel your back into acting like you don't want me even after all of that..." ugh she'd absolutely leave bite marks all over you as a way to take out her anger 😩 she's obsessed with how your tugging on her hair and that hold you got on the back of her neck, never knowing if you want to push her way or pull her closer... and how you've locked your legs around her thighs just to keep her close to you and fuck you in that ruthless way you've come to like overnight 🫣 she's dragging her long fingers in and out just to make those sweet moans of yours bless her ears... staring at you with only pure lust in her eyes while she sucks and nips at your hard buds...

oh yeah and she'd definitely sit down on the seat herself and make you ride her fingers! just letting you rock your hips into her hand and if i tell you she'd find some use for her other hand and tease your other hole? 🥰 relishing at how you felt tight on both holes... oh she has to properly ruin you in her majestic, king-sized bed one day, she needs to!! and wony doesn't care that you've made a mess out of her little outfit by squirting all over her... normally, she'd make a fuss about it but she couldn't find it in herself to do that with you when you looked so beautiful all fucked out right above her 😋

wony definitely gives you a spare sweater she has in her bag, telling you that you'd have to pay the two-hundred dollars she spent it on it in full if you got even a spot on it while you're borrowing it 😭 seeing your figure so small in her oversized sweater gives her ideas though.. she'd definitely love to fuck you while wearing her clothes... and maybe in an outfit she put you in! she'll save all of that for the future though... 👀

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gh0stsp1d3r · 1 year

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Ooo hiya!! (I ranted a lot lol)🥰🍊💜

Can I please request a Tangerine x fem!civilian/innocent!reader where she was on the Bullet Train. She was walking to her seat, and when Kimura ran into the snack cart, he also ran into her, causing her to trip, falling onto Tangerine’s lap and him catching her (oh he would have a field day lol). Y/n being like 😳 as she realizes she’s been sitting on his lap for a good 10 seconds staring at him with wide eyes, her hands on his chest (once again, he’d have a field day lol, soo much flirting would ensue, he’d enjoy how flustered she’d get). Her stuttering, apologizing, and jumping up out of his arms and scurrying to her seat, which happens to be right across from Tan and Lemon’s.😂 He then spends the whole time on that train protecting (and flirting with) Y/n and when Lemon, Tangerine, and Y/n escape the train (Tan carrying a very scared Y/n), Y/n doesn’t want to leave Tan + they bring her to their safe house with them🥺

I love this.

Flustered

This was the last situation that tangerine had been worried about while on any mission.

You had been walking, and a nice lady with a snack cart was behind you. But suddenly, you didn’t hear or see a man behind you. He pushed you aside.

“Oi! Watch where you’re goin’.” Another man said. Except the voice was much closer. You didn’t even realize you were in his lap until you looked and opened your eyes.

“S- sorry.” The other man apologized and quickly walked away.

“You alright, love?” The man asked, he had a hand on your back and tried to help you get up. You stared at his eyes, trying to find words.

“I- uh- I- yeah! I’m fine. Thanks uh, for catching me. Sorry, for the…” You laughed nervously after a little and quickly stood up.you looked around and sat back down at your seat. Which was right across from him and some other guy.

He smiled. He noticed that you seemed flustered, and decided to use it to his advantage.

“It’s quite alright, no worries, darling. I would say it’s more lucky to have a pretty girl fall into your lap, wouldn’t you think?”

Pretty? You thought. And Lemon scoffed at him.

“I- well- uh- thanks. Your also pretty.” You mentally winced as the words came out your mouth.

“You seriously trying to pick up a girl while on a job?” Lemon asked him quietly, quiet enough that you didn’t hear. You looked out the window and had your headphones in.

“I’m not. They just happen to fall in my lap.” He glanced at you.

“Wow, that was surprisingly clever.” Lemon rolled his eyes, And tangerine just sent him a scowl.

“Just sayin’, mate.” He laughed at his anger.

“Whatever. Can we get back on task?”

“Sure, sure, sure.”

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After some talking between you and tangerine, he learned your name and you learned his. Yoh even learned that the guy next to him was his brother, Lemon. You both said your stops were Kyoto station.

Some man pointed a gun at Lemon, and another man sat next the both of them. That man died, and you were left confused and scared.

You decided to sleep it off, and getting off at the next station. Maybe you were dreaming, and you would wake up when you went to sleep in the dream.

(Let’s just say in this that Lemon, Ladybug, and Tangerine left early like Ladybug suggested)

“Hey. Wake up.” Someone shook you, and you looked confused, until you saw tangerine.

“Tangerine?” You muttered.

“Yeah, uh, we should get off. Like right now.”

“We’re there already?”

“Uh… yeah. So, c’mon, hurry.” He grabbed your hand and tan quickly, and the doors started to close but you guys luckily beat it.

“That was a close one, mate.” Lemon said.

“Aren’t you the same guy that pulled a gun on him?” You mumbled, and pointed to ladybug.

“Oh. Yeah. But we’re all good now.”

“So now what the fuck do we do?” You asked.

“I have a safehouse nearby.” Ladybug said.

“I’m sorry, who are you again?” You asked.

“I’m.. ladybug.”

“What’s with all the weird names? Lemon, tangerine and ladybug?”

“We’re contract killers. They’re just nicknames.” Lemon said plainly.

“What..? Seriously?”

“Not me. I just usually do snatch and grabs, Y’Know, steal things, but I’m covering someone.” Ladybug said.

“Why’d you take me out the train early?” You asked Tangerine as all of you walked to the house.

“Cause the rest of the train is full of murderous bastards that are all about to die. You seemed like the only trustworthy person on there.”

“Nah, he just wants to take you on a date.” Lemon said, laughing as his brother hit him in the arm.

“That too, I guess.” Tangerine said.

“Okay, so let me get this straight, first I somehow run into you because some guy ran into me and I fell in your lap, Ladybug pointed a gun at your brother and it’s all good now, some guy was dead next to you, you all are contract killers, and the train was full of murderers?”

“Yeah. Basically.”

“And now you wanna take me on a date.”

“Yeah.”

“Weird.. but Sure, why not.” You shrugged.

Sure, maybe you were going out with somewhat of a stranger, but it was a cute stranger, and he just saved you. You were glad you fell into his lap.

(I don’t like this that much but hopefully it’s not terrible)

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waitimcomingtoo · 1 year

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Daughters Will Love Like You Do

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

synopsis: Peter gets hired as Morgan’s babysitter and tries to ease the tension between you and her

Themes: enemies to lovers, modern family references 😳, sibling rivalry

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“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

You screamed when you heard a voice coming from behind the open refrigerator door. You quickly shut the door and saw a boy you didn’t recognize standing in your kitchen.

“Oh my God. Where did you come from?” You asked as you put a hand over your pounding heart to calm it.

“Lower east side of Queens. And you should probably put that back.” Peter said and nodded towards the beer you had just taken from your refrigerator. Once you calmed down from the scare, you threw your guard back up and narrowed your eyes at him.

“Thanks for the advice, random boy in my home, but I think I’ll stick with my original plan of getting drunk by the pool.” You smiled sweetly at him. You started to walk out of the kitchen when Peter grabbed the beer bottle out of your hand without even touching it. He pulled the web he had used off the beer and quickly disposed of it before putting it back in the refrigerator.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you do that. That’s Mr. Starks beer and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want his underage daughter drinking it.” Peter said, sounding genuinely apologetic

“I’m 20. I’m like 6 months under age.” You rolled your eyes and went back to the refrigerator. You started to pull it open but Peter pushed it closed.

“Then in six months, I won’t stop you.”

“I’d like to see you try and stop me now.” You scoffed and opened the refrigerator again. You took out a bottle of beer and dangled it in his face for a moment to show him you’d won. He reached for it but you yanked it back, making him stumble forward. With your faces close together now, you smirked before pushing him away.

“As fun as this has been, I gotta go.” You said and started to leave again.

“I’m gonna have to tell Mr. Stark that you’re drinking his beer. I wouldn’t want him to think I’m the one doing it.” Peter called after you. You froze in your tracks as you tried to think of a way to get him to keep your secret. You looked down at the silky robe you were wearing over your bathing suit and got an idea. You subtly opened the robe and pushed it open so that Peter could see your boobs in your bikini top.

“Are you sure you have to do that?” You asked as you batted your eyes at him. Peters eyeline didn’t flinch and he didn’t so much as glance down at your busy.

“Nice try.” He chuckled. “But I was raised by an aunt who grew up during the second wave of feminism in the 70s. Your eyes are up there. That’s the only place I’m looking.”

“You have an answer for everything, don’t you? Who even are you?” You grumbled and tied your robe shut.

“I’m Peter. Your dad hired me to babysit Morgan for the week while he’s away.”

“Wait, what? Why wouldn’t he ask me to babysit?” You asked, feeling slightly insulted.

“Probably because you’re irresponsible.” Peter shrugged.

“You don’t even know me. What makes you think I’m irresponsible?”

“The beer bottle in your hand.” Peter said simply and you realized he wasn’t trying to insult you. You sighed and handed him the beer bottle before getting a sinking feeling inside.

“I didn’t even know my dad left.” You mumbled without looking at him. You didn’t want him to know this, but it hurt you that Tony left without saying goodbye.

“He left this morning after his goodbye ceremony with Morgan.”

“After his what?”

“The ceremony where they say goodbye and he gives her enough kisses and hugs for each day he won’t be here.” Peter explained, making you feel even worse.

“Oh.” You said quietly.

“He doesn’t do that with you too?” Peter asked when he saw the disappointment on his face. You quickly threw a sarcastic smile on as you put your guard back up.

“Nope. I’m the first born daughter. He doesn’t do anything with me.” You tried to laugh it off but you couldn’t hide that it hurt you. He was always so quick to shower Morgan with attention but when it came to you, you felt invisible.

“I didn’t even get a text that he was leaving.” You said, mostly to yourself.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Peter asked sincerely and took a step towards you. His tone was so kind that you almost gave in. But instead, you got defensive, just like you always did when someone tried to care about you.

“Yeah. Can you braid my hair too? And maybe we’ll even have a pillow fight?” You said sarcastically before rolling your eyes at him.

“Your words say one thing but your tone says another.” Peter replied. Just then, you heard a crash followed by Morgan crying in the other room.

“Hm. Your boss is calling you.” You snorted and pointed towards Morgan’s bedroom.

“Coming Morgan.” Peter called and ran towards her bedroom.

“Have fun playing dolls. I’ll be out by the pool.” You called after him before grabbing a beer bottle and going out to the pool.

You laid down on one of your sun chairs and had a good fifteen minutes of quiet until you heard the sound of the sliding door.

“Hi Y/n!” Morgans muffled voice pierced through your earbuds. You took and earbud out and lowered your sunglasses to see Morgan and Peter standing by the pool.

“What was that?” You asked.

“I said hi.” Morgan repeated as she nervously played with the goggles in her hand.

“Oh. Hey.” You gave her a quick smile before putting your sunglasses back up. Morgan looked up at Peter for reassurance and he nodded at her to let her know he would handle it.

“Mind if we join you?” Peter asked as he walked up to you. He looked at your body for just a split second before looking back into your eyes.

“I do mind, actually. I came out here to get away from all the baby stuff.” You said and gestured to the floaties in Peters hand. Morgan overheard the comment and looked down at the ground.

“Don’t worry. We’ll stick to the shallow end. Come on Morgie.” Peter said triumphantly and went back to Morgan. You tried to go back to your music but couldn’t help but watch Peter. He tugged his shirt off and dropped it on the ground before putting on some sunblock. With the protection of your sunglasses, you unapologetically checked him out and paused your music so you could focus. Peter then knelt down and applied sunblock all over Morgan’s face. You couldn’t hear them, but Peter was making Morgan laugh louder than you had ever heard her. He then helped her put on her floaties before putting her goggles on her. You couldn’t help but smile at how sweet he was with her, but that fondness quickly dissipated when they started going in the water.

“Peter, wait. Can she even swim?” You called to them as you pulled your earbuds out.

“No. That’s why we have floaties.” Peter said as he held Morgan’s hand and walked down the pool steps with her. You chewed your bottom lip as you watched them go fully into the water. They started to splash each other but all you could think about was how little she was compared to how deep the water was. You got off your chair and walked over to them.

“Wait. I don’t like this. It’s one thing when there’s a lifeguard but it’s making me anxious for her to go in the pool with just me and you here. If something happens…” You trailed off and looked to Peter for help.

“Nothings gonna happen. Don’t worry. I have super quick reflexes and I’ll be with her the whole time.” Peter assured you.

“But she’s so little.” You said nervously as you looked at Morgan.

“Watch this.” Peter said and grabbed one of the diving rings. He dropped it but shot a web at it before it could touch the water. Your eyebrows went up and you found yourself impressed with Peter.

“I’ll be even quicker if it’s her. I promise. She’ll be safe.” Peter assured you. Curious of him now, you sat down on the edge of the pool and put your feet in the water.

“How did you do that?” You asked him. “You did it before too.”

“I’m Spiderman.” He shrugged.

“You’re what man?”

“Spiderman.”

“Spiderman? So you have spider powers?” You laughed and expected him to say no.

“Yes. And it’s not-“

You cut Peter off by covering your mouth and bursting out laughing. Peter couldn’t even be upset because he was too charmed from hearing your real laugh for the first time.

“How did you possibly get spider powers? We’re you bitten by a super spider or something?” You laughed and leaned your chin on your hand to look at him.

“Yes.” Peter sheepishly admitted.

“WHAT?!” You burst out laughing again and clapped your hands.

“Shut up. Your dad doesn’t even have powers. He just has a metal suit that does all the work.”

“It’s an iron suit, genius. Not metal.” You said and tapped the side of your head. Peter gave you a look and you realized your mistake.

“Iron is a metal, isn’t it?” You asked him.

“Yeah. It is.”

“Whatever. Go play mermaids with your boss.” You snorted and stood up.

“Fine. I will. But it’s really sweet that you were so worried about her.” Peter said with a teasing smile.

“I wasn’t worried about her. She’s not even my sister.” You said in a quiet voice so Morgan couldn’t hear.

“She’s your half sister. Is there a difference?”

“My dad had her while I was a floating around as a pile of dust for five years. I don’t even know her.” You shrugged and gestured to Morgan, who was sitting on the pool step with some mermaid dolls.

“Then why don’t you come in the pool with us and get to know her?” Peter whispered to you.

“Pass. I don’t babysit.”

“It’s not babysitting if it’s family.”

“You’re right. At least with babysitting, you get paid.” You said and started to walk back to your chair. Peter sighed in disappointment to see you leaving.

“Come in if you change your mind.” Peter called after you. You gave him a sarcastic thumbs up before putting your earbuds back in.

Peter played in the pool with Morgan while you laid in the sun. You snuck glances at them every so often and Peter caught it every time.

“You know, the pools a lot more fun when you go in it.” Peter shouted to you.

“Boys are a lot more fun when they’re silent.” You shouted back.

“Come play with us Y/n!” Morgan called to you.

“Sorry. Can’t hear you.” You said and pointed to your earbuds. Peter saw the disappointment on Morgan’s face and quickly reassured her.

“She wants to play with you. She’s just busy.” Peter told her.

“She’s always busy. She never wants to play with me.” Morgan said quietly.

“Maybe it’s just because you guys are so far apart in age. She’s a little too old to play.” Peter tried to convince her.

“I guess so.” Morgan sighed. Peter looked back over at you and made it a personal mission to get you two to connect before the week was over.

Peter didn’t see you at all the next day but caught you when you came in from a night out. You came stumbling through the front door and immediately took your heels off to ease the pain. You looked up to see Peter in his pajamas on with Morgan on his hip. He was humming something in her ear as he bounced her up and down.

“Oh my God. Are you gonna breastfeed her too?” You laughed at the sight in front of you.

“Shh. I finally got her to sleep.” Peter hushed you and checked to make sure Morgan was still asleep.

“How? Did you tell her the story of all the girls you’ve dated and she felt so uncomfortable in the silence that she fell asleep?” You asked him.

“Very funny.” Peter narrowed his eyes. “And what makes you think I haven’t dated any girls?”

“Everything about this makes me think you haven’t dated any girls.” You said and gestured to Peter and Morgan.

“You may be right. But that doesn’t mean I can’t date them if I wanted to.” Peter whispered.

“It absolutely does.” You whispered back and wandered into the kitchen. When you got in there, you saw a cup of water, a plate of toast, and some ibuprofen. You smiled at the kind gesture from Peter before downing the ibuprofen. He wandered into the kitchen after putting Morgan in her bed and smiled to himself when he saw you eating the toast he made for you.

“So what about you? How many heirs and princes have you dated?” He asked you teasingly.

“None. I don’t date.”

“Really? Why not?”

“Because boys are stupid and not worth my time.” You shrugged and took another bite.

“I mean, that’s absolutely true on all counts, but don’t you want somebody to love?”

“No. I have me.” You shrugged as you looked down at the plate of toast Peter had made you. You felt like you had let him in just a little too much and started to get defensive again.

“How come its powerful when you don’t date but lame when I don’t?” Peter asked as he walked closer to you.

“Because mines a choice. Yours is sad.” You replied. You didn’t like that you were being mean to Peter, but it was your natural instinct to push people away when they were kind to you. You looked into Peters eyes and decided to fight against your nature.

“Thank you for the toast. And the water. You didn’t have to do that.” You smiled sheepishly at him.

“No problem. Can you just do me a favor and let me know when you’re going out next time? I don’t want to be a nag but I am the babysitter, so I kind a need to know where the babies are.”

“Fine. But just so we’re clear, you’re Morgans babysitter. Not mine.”

“Got it.” Peter chuckled. “And I’m sorry if it feels like I’m smothering you. It’s just that my natural instinct is to take care of people.”

“Aw. You’ll make a great mother one day.” You smirked and patted his chest.

“Thanks.” He blushed. “So where were you tonight?”

“A party.” You shrugged.

“Ooo. Fun.” He clicked his tongue. “Did you meet anybody worth mentioning?”

“I just told you. I don’t date.”

“Ever?” He asked with a teasing smile.

“Never.” You said simply. Peter looked down at the ground and shook his head.

“Huh. That’s too bad.” He smiled softly as he looked up into your eyes.

“Why is that too bad?” You wondered.

“No reason. Goodnight.” Peter smiled sweetly at you before heading off to bed. You frowned in confusion but shrugged it off and went to bed as well.

The next morning, you went down to the kitchen to follow the smell of pancakes. You walked into the kitchen to find Morgan sitting at the table with a high stack of pancakes in front of her. Peter was busy giving her pancakes a face using whip cream before squirting some whip cream into his mouth. When he looked up, he made eye contact with you and quickly put his mouth over his hand.

“Y/n. Hi.” He said with a mouthful of whip cream.

“Hey Peter. Having fun?” You laughed and raised your eyebrows at him.

“Good morning. Breakfast?” Peter asked and handed you a plate of pancakes.

“Thanks. You make a pretty good housewife.” You winked at him and took the plate.

“You mean that?” Peter blushed and pretended to tuck hair behind his ear. You laughed and rolled your eyes at him before taking a seat at the kitchen counter. He sat across from you before talking some pancakes for himself.

“So how come you’re staying here for the week? Shouldn’t you be in school or something?”

“I’m off this week. Spring break.” Peter told you.

“Hold on. You’re spending your spring break babysitting a five year old? Exactly how much is my dad paying you?”

“Nothing. He said he needed a babysitter on short notice and I want him to know I’m as reliable as I am responsible.” Peter shrugged and took a sip from his coffee. You raised a skeptical eyebrow at him and he looked away from you.

“Plus, he pays for my tuition.” He mumbled.

“Ah, there it is.” You snorted. “I’m just saying, he pays for my tuition too but that doesn’t mean I’d willingly change a diaper.”

“I go on the big girl potty now.” Morgan said, making you roll your eyes.

“Congrats. Same.” You said sarcastically. You thought Peter would laugh but he just looked at Morgan to see if she was okay.

“You just don’t see the appeal because you’ve lived in a place like this your entire life. I live in a s-h-i-t-t-y apartment that’s the size of your walk in closet. Plus, I love kids. So why wouldn’t I spend a week living in mansion with a great kid?” Peter shrugged, making sure Morgan overheard.

“Because you have no friends to hang out with instead?” You asked sarcastically.

“Funny.” He rolled his eyes. “What about you? You’ve been home most of the week too.”

“I don’t feel like going out.” You shrugged and took a bite of your pancake.

“Why not? Don’t you have daddy’s credit card to spend?” Peter teased you right back.

“Don’t you have your virginity to keep forever?” You whispered so Morgan couldn’t hear.

“Listen, since you’re asking nicely, I’ll give it to you.” Peter said and held up his hands.

“Woah. What would your feminist aunt say to that?” You laughed.

“She’d tell me I was the most handsome and special boy in the world.” Peter shrugged, making you laugh again.

“You know what, I think she may be right.” You humored him, making Peter blush. You were enjoying the time you got to spend with him, only to be interrupted but Morgan tugging on his sleeve.

“Peter, can we go play now?” She asked.

“We’re talking, Morgan.” You said, a little coldly.

“Oh. I can go play by myself.” She said sadly and took a step back.

“No, it’s okay. Go head to your room. I’ll be there in a minute.” Peter quickly assured her. You couldn’t hide the disappointment on your face as Peter chose her over you. You knew it was silly, but it hurt you to see him get up. You’d been having a nice conversation and now he was gonna run off the second Morgan needed attention. It reminded you of your relationship with your dad and that made hot tears of frustration come to your eyes. You got out of your seat before Peter could see you cry but he stopped you.

“Y/n, wait. Please stay.” He said, sounding a little desperate. You stopped and turned to him wigh folded arms.

“Why don’t you join us? We can all hang out together.” Peter suggested. He was feeling the same connection you were and didn’t want to leave, but his job was to be with Morgan. Deep down, you knew that, but it still hurt to see him leave you at a moments notice. You looked between him and Morgan as a familiar sinking feeling set in.

“I already told you. I don’t babysit.” You said and started to walk away.

“Maybe we can talk later?” He called after you, but you didn’t respond. Peter sighed before putting on a happy face for Morgan.

After sulking in your room for a little bit, you decided to go check on Peter and Morgan. You couldn’t help but overhear the constant laughter coming from Morgan’s room and wanted to see what could possibly be that funny. But most of all, you felt guilty for the way you behaved in the kitchen and wanted to say hi to show them you were sorry.

You pushed open Morgan’s door and burst out laughing when you saw Peter in sparkly red lipstick, messy blue eyeshadow, and hot pink blush. All this was topped off by the three curlers he had in his hair.

“Oh. This is good.” You laughed and took out your phone to take a picture.

“See Morgie? I told you you were a natural at makeup.” Peter said, making her smile.

“Can I give you a makeover Y/n?” Morgan asked hopefully.

“Hard pass. I’m not trying to look like that.” You laughed and pointed to Peter, making Morgan’s smile fall.

“If you didn’t come for a makeover then why are you here?” Peter asked you.

“I just wanted to see what you two dorks were doing.” You shrugged. “And I wanted to tell you I’m going out tonight. Since you asked me to tell you.”

“Oh. Okay.” Peter nodded as his disappointment set in. He hoped to get to talk to you some more after Morgan went to bed, but now he knew he’d spend the night alone.

“See you later, Pete.” You waved to him before shutting the door.

“Bye Y/n! I love you.” Morgan called after you.

“You too.” You unenthusiastically called back.

Tensions were high the next day when you didn’t come down for breakfast. You didn’t feel like seeing Morgan or Peter so you stayed in your room until you needed to eat. You got a snack from kitchen but got distracted by Morgan’s voice in the other room.

“Oops.” Morgan said following the sound of glass shattering. You ran into the room and saw a picture frame on the floor in many pieces.

“What happened?” You gasped and pulled her away from the frame so she wouldn’t get cut by the glass. Once she was safely away, you went to go inspect the frame.

“I’m sorry. It was an accident.” Morgan apologized. When you saw the picture she had broken was the only picture of you and Tony in the entire house, you felt something snap inside. You had to walk by wall after wall that was covered in pictures of Morgan from the years you were snapped away. There were family portraits that you weren’t in all over the place but the one photo that Tony hung up of the two of you when you were five now laid in pieces on the ground. You looked to the side and saw the one of million of Morgan’s toys that had done the damage.

“Ugh! You did this on purpose you little brat.” You stamped your foot and felt more like the brat yourself.

“Woah. What’s going on in here?” Peter ran into the room when he heard the shouting.

“She broke a picture frame.” You said and picked the picture of out of the glass.

“On accident!” Morgan quickly explained.

“Oh please.” You scoffed and folded your arms. Peter knelt down beside Morgan and pulled her into his arms.

“Y/n, she’s five. I really don’t think it was on purpose.” Peter said in a kind tone.

“It’s the one picture hanging up around here that she’s not in. How could it not be on purpose?”

“I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.” Morgan whined.

“You know what? Things were so much better before you got here.” You snapped and stormed out of the room with the picture still in your hand.

You sat in your room for a little while until you heard a knock at your door. You hoped it was Morgan so you could tell her you were sorry for overreacting, but it was Peter that opened your door.

“Hey. Any interest in some hot coco?” Peter asked as he peaked his head into your room. You were sitting on your bed with your chin resting on your knees as you stared at the picture of you and Tony.

“Don’t. Don’t be nice to me right now. I don’t deserve it.”

“If it makes you feel any better, she cried the other day because she didn’t like the spoon I gave her for her ice cream. Five year olds don’t really have control over their emotions yet.” Peter said as he took a seat on your bed.

“Neither do 20 year olds.” You mumbled and turned away from him.

“Do you think we could talk?” He asked and set the hot chocolate down on your nightstand.

“What do you want, Peter? An explanation?” You sighed. “I have nothing to tell you. I don’t know why I’m so angry all the time. I wish I knew but I don’t. So just go away before I snap at you too.”

“I don’t need an explanation. I just want to know what you’re thinking. I hate it when things are unbeknownst to me.”

You laughed at his choice of words and reluctantly looked at him. He looked like he genuinely wanted to know what was bothering you, so you let your guard down.

“I disappear for a couple years and when I come back, my dad is married and has another daughter. And I wasn’t there for any of it. He dated my mom for years but always told her he wasn’t the marriage type. Then all the sudden, I get blipped and gets married to his assistant and has a kid with her? He doesn’t even talk to my mom anymore. And he barely makes time for me.” You said for the first time out loud. Peter stayed silent as he listened to you but put his hand over yours to let you know he understood. You felt tears come to your eyes the more you thought about it.

“I just…I just feel like he completely moved on to his new family. I’m the only part of his life that still hangs around and sometimes…”

“Sometimes what?” Peter asked when you trailed off.

“I feel like he doesn’t want me anymore. I think he wishes I wasn’t around.” You admitted as your tears spilled onto your cheeks.

“What? That’s crazy.”

“Is it? I feel like I’m just his random adult kid from an old relationship that hangs around his house while he raises his new kid with his new wife.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t feel that way. You’re his firstborn. You’re irreplaceable.”

“I thought I was. Until he replaced me.” You said as you stared at the picture of you and Tony. Peter looked at the picture too and smiled a little. You were about Morgan’s age in it and smiling wider than he had ever seen before. You traced the outline of your dad with your fingernail and let out a sigh.

“I know I could be nicer to her. I know she’s just a kid. But she was already five by the time I first met her. I never saw her grow up. We never had a chance to bond because I wasn’t there. Now I’m here and I have no idea how to connect with her so I don’t even bother trying. I’m not good with kids like you are. I have no idea how to talk to them.”

“Is that the only reason you won’t play with her?” Peter wondered. You looked him in the eyes and smirked a little, knowing he saw right through you.

“I resent her.” You admitted. “I resent her for replacing me. My dad missed me so much that he had another kid and now, I’m nothing to him. I’m just Morgan’s older sister. I can never measure up to her.”

“You’re a lot more than that. You’re you. And there is nothing replaceable about that.” Peter said as he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. You looked at your intertwined hands and smiled a little.

“Plus I had to teach Morgan how to put her hands in her pockets yesterday. She didn’t even know how. So there’s not much to measure up to.” Peter added, making you laugh.

“Why are you so good at this?”

“Because. It’s my job to take care of Tony Starks daughters.” Peter shrugged.

“Wait, he didn’t actually ask you to look after me, did he?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Here. Why don’t you read the text.” Peter offered as he handed you his phone. You looked at him skeptically before taking his phone to read his texts.

“Hey Penis Pecker tell me what you got for number seven on the geometry homework or I will stick my finger up your-“

“Oops. Wrong text.” Peter quickly grabbed the phone. “That’s my friend Flash. Here.”

You laughed at him before looking at the new text he had pulled up.

“Hey Pete the treat. Thanks again for offering to babysit. I’m sure you’ll have your hands full with my youngest, but please keep an eye on my Y/n too. She seems distant lately and I’m not sure if she’s a typically youth raging against the machine or if there’s really something bothering her. Her door is always closed when I try to go talk to her so maybe you can get through to her in a way I can’t with your youthful boyishness.” You read off Peters phone. You felt tears come to your eyes to see all your fears put to rest.

“He’s right. You are very boyish.” You laughed softly and wiped your face.

“He cares about you. He just doesn’t know how to show it.” Peter assured you as he brushed some of your hair off your forehead.

“I guess I don’t really give him a chance. But he could still try harder. He didn’t even say goodbye to me before he left.” You pointed out.

“That’s my fault. He was about to go into your room to say goodbye and I kinda told him not to.” Peter sheepishly confessed.

“What? Why?”

“I sorta gave him the idea that if he gave you some space, you’d come to him. I told him not to try so hard.” He admitted.

“You’re giving my dad parenting advice?” You chuckled.

“Yeah. And clearly I should stop because it didn’t work. I tried to help him out but I just ended up hurting you.” Peter sighed and shook his head in embarrassment.

“I don’t know. I think it’s sweet you tried to help him.” You said as you played with his fingers. Peter blushed all the way to his ears as he looked up into your eyes.

“You’re sweet in general.” You smiled softly. “You’re a really nice guy, Peter. I don’t know why I’m so mean to you. I don’t know why I’m so mean to everyone.”

“That’s okay. I know why.” Peter said and nudged you a little.

“You do?”

“Yeah. It’s probably because you’re on your period.” Peter said sweetly. You narrowed your eyes at him before cracking a smile.

“Oh really?” You humored him.

“Yep. Women are really overemotional. It’s not your fault. If you learned to plug it up-“

“It’s less funny and more offensive now.” You cut him off.

“I’ll stop.” He said immediately. You laughed and looked into his eyes again. This time, you didn’t feel the urge to push him away. Instead, you wanted him closer.

“Do you think me, you, and Morgan could hang out tonight?” You asked him.

“I don’t know which one of us would love that more. Me or her.” Peter grinned.

“Probably you, perv.” You mumbled out of the corner of your mouth.

“Yeah. Who am I kidding? Its definitely me.” Peter chuckled. You looked down at your intertwined hands again before giving Peters hand a squeeze.

“What if I’m not good at talking to her?” You asked without looking at him.

“Kids are easy to talk to. All kids really want is two things, to be happy and to make you happy. So just match their excitement when they speak and say what you think will make them feel special.”

“You think I can do it? I’m kinda a bitch.”

“I know you can do it. Come on. Let’s go see what she’s up to.” Peter said and led you out of the room with his hand. You got to Morgans room and knocked on her door without ever dropping Peters hand.

“Hey Morgan. Mind if I join?” You asked as you entered her room.

“Really? You wanna?” She asked excitedly.

“Of course. Where can I sit?” You asked when you saw the tea party she had set up with some of her stuffed animals.

“Right here. Next to me.” Morgan patted the spot next to her that was conveniently left empty. When you sat down beside her, you saw there was a place card with your name on it that Morgan had made. Your name was sloppily written in crayon with hearts all around it.

“This is so cute. How’d you know I was coming?” You asked and picked up the card to see it better.

“I always leave this seat open for you in case you ever want to play with me.” Morgan explained as she poured you some pretend tea. You froze and looked up at Peter, who gave you a reassuring smile. The urge to shut her out went away and instead, you wrapped and arm around her.

“Thanks, Morgan. That was really sweet of you. It’s the best seat in the house.” You said and hugged her to your side. Morgan eagerly hugged you back before turning to Peter.

“Peter, can you get a tiara for Y/n please?”

“Gems or feathers?” Peter asked her. Morgan looked at you and you seemed to read each others mind.

“Feathers.” You said in unison. Peter smirked and got a tiara with pink feathers out of Morgans toy box.

“Ooo. Just my style.” You danced a little as you put the tiara on your head. While you did that, Morgan placed a sparky blue tiara on Peters head.

“How do I look?” He asked you.

“Very handsome. Like a prince.” You answered, making him blush.

“Peter is Queen of Spiderlandia.” Morgan explained to you.

“Is he now? Very impressive. And what are you the queen of?” You asked Morgan.

“I’m not the queen. I’m the princess.” Morgan replied as she pulled a drawing out from under her teacup. She handed it to you and you saw a stick figure of a girl with your colored hair in a poorly drawn tower. Down below, a stick figure with Morgan’s hair color stood on the ground with a sword in her hand.

“You’re the queen. But you’ve been locked in your room by an evil force that Peter said was called “puberty”. And that’s why you never leave your room.” Morgan explained her drawing to you. You felt sad inside to hear the explanation she had made for herself to justify why you never left your room, but you kept on a happy face for her.

“Aw. Did Peter say that?” You smiled sarcastically at him.

“I don’t think Peter said that.” Peter said quickly.

“I’m the princess. And it’s my job to set you free.” Morgan continued as she pointed to her stick figure at the bottom of the drawing.

“Well thank you, princess. Your work here is done. You set me free. Now I can come to your tea parties.” You smiled softly at her as you tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Really? You will?” She asked hopefully.

“I will. So I can come hang out with my sister.” You nodded and she threw her arms around you. You stiffened at first, then hugged her back. Peter watched with a proud smile as the two of you finally connected.

“One sugar cube or two?” Peter asked you and held up the bowl of pretend sugar cubes.

“Two please.” You said and held up your tea cup.

“One for me.” Peter said out loud as he pretended to put a sugar cube in his cup. You couldn’t help but laugh at how dedicated he was to the performance.

“And eight for Princess Morgan.” He said and pretended to put exactly eight cubes into her cup.

“Eight?” You laughed in surprise.

“I’m five. Give me a break.” She shrugged and took a sip of her pretend tea.

“You sound just like dad.” You laughed again and Morgan smiled proudly.

“Speaking of dad. Mr. Stark just texted me.” Peter said as he checked his phone.

“What did he say?” You wondered.

“Oh wow. He’s home early.” Peter read off his screen.

“He is?” Morgan asked.

“He is.” Tony said from the doorway, making you all jump.

“Well look at that. My girls are getting along. Isn’t that something?” Tony smiled fondly and leaned against the doorframe.

“Daddy!” Morgan cheered and ran to hug him. Tony scooped her up and kissed her cheek before looking at you.

“Hey Y/n.” Tony said in a low voice and threw up a peace sign.

“You’re so weird.” You laughed and got up to hug him. Tony froze in surprise and looked at Peter for answers. Peter gave him a double thumbs up so Tony hugged you back tightly.

“I missed you.” You said as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“I missed you more, sour patch. Is this the part where you’re sweet again?” Tony smiled teasing at you but sounded genuinely curious.

“Nope. Now get out. I’m spending time with my sister.” You said playfully and pointed out the door.

“So Peter can stay but I can’t?” Tony pretended to be offended.

“Yep. Girls only.” You replied. Peter cleared his throat and you gave him an apologetic smile.

“Sorry.” You mumbled. Tony kissed your cheek before leaving Morgan’s room. You took her hand and sat back down at the little table to continue your tea party.

“Hey Morgan, do you think you could do my makeup after this?” You asked as you pretended to pour her some more tea.

“Yeah! Do you have somewhere special to go?” Morgan asked excitedly.

“I do. After this, Peter and I are going on a date.” You said simply, making Peter choke on his fake tea.

“Really?” Morgan gushed.

“Really?” Peter asked hopefully.

“Yeah. So make me look really pretty, okay?” You said and tapped Morgan’s nose.

“Okay.” She grinned and went to get her makeup kit.

“A date, huh? I thought I couldn’t get those.” Peter said

“Yeah, well.” You shrugged and sipped your tea. “Never say never.”

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Okay hear me out… but like enemies-to-lovers Miguel that leads to hate/angry sex??!? 😳🫣 like with Brat!Reader omggg? They could prolly be competing in something and also fight for dominance in bed ><

Lol, I can totally see this! Especially if it's a Black Cat Reader variant.

Warning: Smut, Minors DNI, angry sex, cussing

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Once again, you were being a menace to society. As the official 2099 Black Cat, you took it upon yourself to do as much stealing as you can. You had a goal in mind and a person to annoy. A particular Spider to drive crazy.

You had been at it for months. At first it was harmless flirting, but when the big, fancy Spiderman refused to cave, you became a brat. You just existed to annoy him every given chance you got. He refused to see you as a woman, so you refused to see him as a man.

It got to the point where the two of you saw each other as mortal enemies. Always getting in each other's way and annoying the shit out of one another. Despite all of that, you still loved to bother the living shit out of Spiderman. You wanted to see him crack under pressure because of you.

"Awe, looks like the Spider came to play." You teased.

Your eyes glanced at his large back, furrowing your brows as he ignored you. You grunted lowly and approached him, whipping your hair in his face.

"What a beautiful night to commit a crime~"

"Can you just...not?" Oh, he sounded pissed off.

"What's wrong, Spidey? Cat's got your tongue?" You chuckled lowly.

"I'm not in the mood. Just behave and go home."

"Gee, who would do such a thing?"

"Why can't you just listen for once?" Spiderman said with a low groan. You raised a brow, inching closer to him, "Stop testing me."

"Fiiiine. I'll leave you alone, but I will go steal some jewels."

You said with a wide grin before dashing off. You swore you heard Spiderman cuss. Now that brought a smile to your face. You were making him crack. Although, you were slightly curious as to why he was so angry. You weren't the cause of it, but hopefully you could make it worse.

Landing right on your next target location, you let out a cheer. This was going to be a big score for you. All of these precious jewels were going to sell so nicely for you to get the things you actually wanted. Just the thought of the money in your hands sent shivers down your spine!

Clawing your way inside, you hummed happily as you easily stole your new jewels. Not a single alarm went off as usual. Stepping out of the building, you gasped as you felt yourself being pulled violently.

"Wha-"

"I thought I told you to go home." Spiderman hissed lowly. You could hear the venom in his tone,

"I just was! You didn't catch me in time so these are mine to keep!" You spat back.

Spiderman just gave you a glare as he snatched the jewels out of your hands and threw them inside the building. You gasped as the alarm went off. Hissing, you went to scratch Spiderman, but he caught your wrists.

"Stop being such a brat."

"Make me."

You never thought things would turn out this way. Right as you snapped towards Spiderman, he up and kissed you. You gripped his hands, kissing him back, still trying to free yourself. You felt your body being pressed against a wall as Spiderman held you in place.

"That made you shut up." He hissed lowly. You caught your breathe,

"Who wouldn't it?" You huffed and squirmed slightly, "Are you going to let me go?"

"Are you going to go home?"

"I will if you take me there."

There was that frustrating flirting again. Honestly, you thought you'd never do it again. Spiderman took you up on that offer and the two of you bickered and argued the whole way there. Once you were home, you went to cuss out Spiderman once more for throwing your jewels away, but he stopped you mid sentence with another forceful kiss.

You grumbled and dragged him inside your apartment, wanting to teach him a lesson. His hands were all over your and you were all over him. Clothes were thrown on the floor and your bodies were pressed up against each other. His mask was still on and so was yours, but your lips kept meeting each other.

"Going...to give...you a reason...to stop...being so...annoying." Spiderman said in between kisses.

"As if."

With a grunt, you watched as Spiderman took your panties off. His hand started to rub your clit and poke your cunt. You shivered, but refused to give in. Your hands trailed down his chest, reaching for his cock as he started to finger you.

"Still not...mhm...going to tell me your name, Spidey?"

"Maybe if you behave."

You flung your head back as he started to pump his fingers into you at a fast pace. You moaned loudly, surprised by how good he was. His fingers were so thick too, you could only imagine the size of his dick. Just the thought made you squeeze against his fingers.

"Now that's what I want to hear." Spiderman huffed.

You arched your back, moaning as you cam against his hand. Panting softly, you grumbled towards his satisfied look. Not wanting to be defeated, you pulled him onto the bed and crawled onto his lap. A smirk against your lips as you stroked his dick,

"Two can play at this game."

"Kitty wants to play?" Spiderman grumbled lowly as he tried to take control.

You huffed, trying to argue with him. He easily flipped you over, pressing your face against your bed sheets. He thrusted his dick inside you, causing you to moan loudly and squirm under him. He held your hips tightly, slapping himself into you.

"I told you to behave. Why do you always have to be so fucking annoying, huh? I'm always having to clean up your messes!"

"N-No one asked you...mhm~ too!" You whined, feeling his dick hit that sweet spot.

"I wonder if you'll fucking behave now?" He grunted lowly as your pussy squeezed his dick more, "Call me Miguel. I want to hear you cry my name out when you cum."

"M-Mig-" You gripped the bed sheets, not wanting to play his game.

You gasped as he slapped your ass and raised your hips slightly higher. His dick now pounding that sweet spot each time. Your body trembled as you came hard. His name rolling off your lips as he kept thrusting into you.

"For once you listen. Good girl," Miguel spat.

You whined as he pulled out and cummed against your folds. You weren't happy with this. Trying to use whatever strength you had left, you pushed Miguel onto the bed and sat on his dick. Another moan escaped your lips as you bounced against him, smirking slightly,

"A-As if...I'll let you...mhm~ w-win...t-this." You whimpered, feeling so full. Miguel held your hips as he helped you,

"What's wrong, (Y/N)? Can't handle my dick? I thought cats were flexible?"

You shivered as he said your name. The bastard knew this whole time?! You tried to complain, but your words were coming out as gibberish. Your mind was fogging up. All you could think about was him fucking you. He was so rough. His thrusts were so fast. If this was what angry sex felt like, you sure as shit wanted more of it.

"Is this all it takes to shut you up? I'll have to do this more often," Miguel groaned as you slowed down.

"S'much~ M-Mig..." You whimpered.

Miguel hummed as you cam against his dick once more. Right when he was going to chase his high, he huffed as you wrapped your legs around him. Your stubborn ass. Unable to stop, Miguel moaned lowly as he unloaded inside of you.

"There, happy?"

"Of course not!"

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"Yes! Yes!" You cried out as Miguel held your hips, fucking you against an alleyway.

You had gotten caught trying to steal yet again. Dear ol' Spiderman had to come around and teach you a lesson, again. You swore you weren't losing your touch. It was just...You liked these harsh lessons he always gave you.

Miguel always had to bully your cunt, making sure your pussy remembered the shape of his dick. He always made sure his marks were all over you. Miguel was possessive and so were you. The scratch marks on his back were proof of that.

"My kitty's getting sloppy. You didn't even argue this time when I caught you." Miguel whispered in your ear. You tighten around him,

"C-Can't argue when you don't listen."

"Oh, I don't listen?" Miguel fasten his pace, giving your rough and deep thrusts, "I thought I told you to wear those panties I like so much? Where are they?"

"In the wash! Ah~ You ruined the last ones, c-covering them in...in so much...mhm~"

"Tsk, tsk. Arguing again. I suppose I need to ruin this pair too." Miguel said with a soft sigh.

Your vison blurred as you cam against his dick. You tried to hold onto the wall, but you felt your limbs grow weak. Miguel was still pounding your abused cunt, filling it over and over again. You had forgotten when this small hatred turned into ongoing lust.

The only thing you did know was that both you and Miguel kept wanting each other. No matter how much you annoyed the shit out of him, Miguel was always there to shut you up. Sometimes you got lucky and were the one to shut him up.

Either way, you were going to steal again tomorrow. You had a lesson to learn after all.

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Hope you enjoyed!!

#miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse

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portgasdwrld · 8 months

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Strawhat reactions to a chiropractor or massage therapist joining their crew? (Sfw) I know they get injured and could use it.

I love those random ideas lately 😭helps me out if my writer block💕

📂Strawhat + chiropractor/massage therapist reader joining their crew

Mostly them reacting to you proposing them a session

Luffy

He’s so fucking excited. He’s jumping everywhere, begging to be your first client. He’s already laying down in your office to have his body cracked, but then you realize as you do it that his body is literally made of rubber and it’s impossible for you to work on him. When you tell him the news, he’s whining and tells you to try again😭 He’s all pouty so you decide to massage him and that put him out to sleep real quick. He went from sulking to sleeping. When he woke up, he commented about how good this was and truly he never felt this alive in a while.

Zoro

He would totally refuse at first and complain about how he doesn’t need it and how he only needs to rest a little (a good nap), and he will be fine. But then you actually try to convince him to do it, as you saw how much his body had to go through with his training, the battles, his poor sleep position… He finally agrees only after Chopper tells him how it can better his performance and make him feel more relaxed. He barely admits that it did in fact made him feel better, but now he jumps to the occasion whenever you propose it 🚶🏻‍♀️

Nami & Robin

The girls are so freaking happy especially Nami. She pretty much asks you for a session whenever she feels sore after working hard on maps or when she had to fight. She chats to you about life and tell you some gossips. She loves to make conversation and treat it a bit like a spa day.

Robin was down to try it, but she usually use her devil fruit if she feels sore somewhere and need to release some built up tension, because of stress or battles. Basically, she never needed someone for that, but after Nami told her how amazing you were, she gave it a try. She’s mostly silent and take this time to relax her body and empty her thoughts.

Usopp

He’s a bit scared at first because he heard some people talk about horror stories at the chiropractor. He heard some people got their bones cracked with no going back to normal or how some doctor were secretly psychopath 💀💀💀 To say the least, he really didn’t see the appeal to risk his life like this 😔 If you poke fun at his ego, he might do it just to prove it to you that he isn’t scared (his legs are shaking the moment he enters your office). He has difficulty relaxing which put you off , You have to wait for couple minutes, make him sips some relaxing tea. When it finally happens, he’s bragging about how cool it is and how everyone should do it🙄 there is legit nothing to be scared off pfff???

Sanji

I don’t know why, but I get the feel Sanji would somewhat be shy 😭 When you ask him if he wanna have a session to help with his stress, he would just look at you like 😳?? He would try to make analogy to food, like it’s a bit like how he hit(?) the meat before cooking it so it’s tender, but in that case it’s gonna make him relaxed. You kinda just stare and nod because whut 😭 He honestly could use it with all the cooking he does and the fights. He loved it but he got flustered a lot. He was red-shy when he left 🚶🏻‍♀️

Brook

He’s a skeleton.

Franky

Finally FRANKYYY, this man was BORN for this. He is so excited and is so talkative. He asks you when you started and why did it became your profession. He pretty much tell you to only focus on the back of his body because it’s less solid than the rest of his cyborg body. So you went in for a massage and he’s really vocal through it. As it ends, he tells you he’s happy you joined and he will be a regular which makes you laugh because you two are literally on the same boat lol 😭

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starkwlkr · 1 year

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Could you please do a ruby/baby leclerc imagine where she's a bit older and Charles being the overprotective dad, tells her she can't wear that and she has to change, and they fall out and then make up again

teen angst | charles leclerc

give my girl ruby a break, charles!! and for this, ruby is aged up to 18 and mathéo is 14 so double the teen angst for charles 😳 also sorry charles, you’re sticking with ferrari in this one until idk

Charles was looking for his family. He had even called Y/n, but she didn’t answer. He was getting frustrated, but all his worries left when he saw his wife of many years walk into the Ferrari garage with their two kids by her side. Even after all this time, he felt like a teenager in love with her.

“I was beginning to think you forgot about me.” Charles teased, giving his wife a kiss on the lips to greet her.

“I would never.” Y/n smiled at her husband. “We’re going to go see Pierre for a bit before the race begins. Ruby wants to wish him good luck.”

“Where is my good luck— wait, what are you wearing, Ruby Jules?” Charles looked at his daughter’s outfit. She had a black skirt and a cropped shirt.

“I found it in maman’s closet. She said she wore it on a first date.” Ruby said.

“No, I remember what she wore on our first date and it wasn’t that. We went to her favorite restaurant and she wore a black dress.” Charles confirmed.

“I said she wore it for a first date, papa, i didn’t mean yours.” Ruby teased and kissed her father’s cheek. “Bye, I’m going to see uncle Pierre. Good luck, old man.” Then she left in search of the Frenchman.

“Can I go see uncle Daniel?” Mathéo eagerly asked.

“In a second, baby. Your papa looks like he’s about to faint. What’s wrong, Charles?” Y/n asked.

“Y/n, did you not tell her to change?” Charles sighed. “I have a jacket in my drivers room, let me go get it.”

Before Charles could leave, Y/n stopped him. “Charles, it’s hot today and you’re going to make her wear a jacket? She looks nice.”

“I think she still looks ugly.” Mathéo added.

“Théo, what did i tell you about making fun of your sister?”

“She’s not here so it doesn’t count!”

Charles shook his head. “What if I give her a Ferrari shirt? I think I have one—“

“No one is changing. Charles, just accept that our little girl is growing up and her style is changing. She’s not going to wear shirts with rainbows on them anymore.” Y/n tried to get her husband to understand, but he still wasn’t convinced.

“I’m still not happy about it.” He mumbled.

“I know.”

As the Monaco national anthem played while Charles stood on the podium, he kept a close eye on his little girl, even if she was considered an adult in most countries. Ruby could tell he was mad about the outfit, but she didn’t see any problem with it. If her mother wore it years ago, why couldn’t she?

“I’ll be in dad’s driver’s room. Maybe he can actually celebrate without babysitting me from the podium.” Ruby rolled her eyes. She kissed her mother’s cheek and excused herself from the people around her.

Charles’ eyes still followed her until she was out of sight. He then mumbled a ‘what?’ to his wife wondering why Ruby had left even though the ceremony wasn’t done yet. His wife just shook her head.

Shit he thought to himself.

After the ceremony, he only had one person on his mind. His Ruby Jules.

“Go talk to her, she’s upset. She’s in your drivers room. Y/n said.

“Now can we go see uncle Daniel?” Mathéo asked for the millionth time.

Charles made his way to his drivers room, occasionally thanking people who congratulated him on his win. When he stood infront of the door to his room, he knocked them waited a couple seconds.

“Mon chéri? It’s papa. Can I come in?”

“It’s your room, dad.” Ruby said softly.

Charles turned the doorknob and opened the door. He found Ruby seated on the tiny sofa on her phone. “I saw you left before the could spray you with the champagne.” He tried to lighten up the mood.

“I’ve seen you do it many times.” Ruby mumbled.

Charles stayed silent for a bit since he didn’t really know how to even speak to her without making her upset. He didn’t remember himself being this difficult to talk to when he was a teen, or was he? He was definitely going to ask him mother about it later.

“I know you don’t like my outfit. But I like it and maman likes it too. These are hers after all.” Ruby spoke, breaking the silence between them.

“Your maman and I had a talk and I have to accept that you’re growing up. But you’re my Ruby Jules, my little girl. You know when you were small, you would always ask for ice cream at every race. . . Do you still want to get ice cream?” Charles asked the teen.

Ruby cracked a smile. Of course she remembered always asking for ice cream. That was her thing. “I do. But are you really mad about my outfit?”

“Furious? No, but you are growing up and you’re not going to wear rainbow shirts or princess fairy dresses anymore so if you like to dress like this then I say you look pretty.” Charles nodded.

“Princess fairy dresses,” Ruby chuckled. “For my nineteenth birthday, I say we bring back the princess fairy theme. I miss it.”

#formula 1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x you #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc one shot #cl16 x reader #ferrari #dad!charles leclerc #baby leclerc series #charles leclerc imagine

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captainreecejames · 2 months

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Still Me Here - LN 4 smau

author's note : This has been sitting in the drafts for a while (lol) but I'm really happy with this one so I hope you all enjoy it!

summary : the world reacts to a hit album by yn ln, and also theorizes that it's about a certain mclaren driver

pairing : lando norris x EX!fem!reader

faceclaim : maisie peters

June 2023

liked by lilymhe and charlottesiine others

ynusername the good witch is finally out!! I put so much love and pain into this album that I now can share with you. I hope that if you relate to this then you'll find some peace as well because we all deserve that. let me know what your favorites are and what to put on the set list 😉💙

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ynforever AHHH OH MY GODDD FINALLY

ynwitches I've been waiting for this one turn it up

faneditsyn pleaseeeeee history of man has to be on the tour ↳ ynusername oh that one's definitely gonna be on the list ↳ Faneditsyn she responded 😳

lilymhe so far run is my favorite ↳ alexalbon what's that supposed to me ↳ lilymhe sleep with one eye open tonight ↳ ynusername stoopppp 💙💙

landonowins not lily commenting 🫣 ↳ yntruthers now we know who got who in the break up 😭

thegoodwitchyn another no skip album I fear

ynhearts hearing the screaming of her name at the end of the good witch, literal chills

landoyn4ever ynlando stans are gonna be in the trenchs again (it's me)

ynwitches I also don't move on (in my loafers (with a smoothie))

October 2023

liked by ynpartysongs and francescacgomes others

ynusername SURPRISE! The good witch (deluxe) is out now. I had more to give from the moment she dropped in June and I'm happy to share those songs with you now!

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ynforever babe wake up new yn songs just dropped!!

ynwithasmoothie now why'd you drop this after our show ↳ ynusername I promise I'll come back with these!

ynfans3 brb gonna go scream holy revival

ynfans4 lando can't catch a break damn! (do it again)

oliviarodrigo girl you're making me cry over here ↳ ynusername shut up you make me cry too 😭😭

charlottesiine not the guy on a horse ↳ ynusername 🫣🫣😏 ↳ ynfans3 ex's teaming up I see, lando and Charles are going through it

March 2024

liked by ynpartysongs logansargent and others

ynusername MELBOURNE you were amazing. this was an amazing show and I'm so happy that you got to be here. to share this album and these songs with everyone has been a dream come true and it's extra special because so many close friends came out.

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francisca.cgomes girl!!!! It was so wonderful!! ❤️ ↳ ynusername BABE THANK YOU

ynausyfans you have to come back soon!

pierregasly thank you for inviting us! ↳ charles_leclerc we had a lot of fun! ↳ ynusername couldn't forget about my favorite Frenchies (and monagasque)

lilymhe ahhhhhg!!! Hearing you sing history of man live is just life changing ↳ ynusername stoopppp you're so sweet 🫶🏼 ↳ alexalbon thank you for the cake too!

ynhistoryofwitches her bringing out half the grid to sing happy birthday to Alex is just so 🤧🤧 ↳ ynusername had to show love to my good friends

georgerussell63 an amazing show! Love you YN! ↳ carmenmmundt gonna drive him crazy with how much I stream the good witch again ↳ ynusername 🫶🏼🫶🏼 babe I love you

carlossainz55 ❤️❤️ beautiful show YN

oscarpiastri 🧡🧡😏 ↳ landoyn4ever what do you mean?? What do you meannnn???? ↳ ln4eva WAS LANDO THERE ↳ landitonorris OSCAR TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW

l4nquadrants DID ANYONE ELSE SEE THAT LANDO LIKED. IT WENT AWAY BUT I SWEAR I SAW HIS USERNAME ↳ yncomingofage time to go to sleep grandma you're making up stories ↳ alltoomuchlando no I saw it too

maxfewtrell an amazing concert yn! ↳ ynwithasmoothie WHY ARE ALL OF HIS FRIENDS HERE??

#lando norris smau #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x fem!reader #mclaren formula 1 #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #My writing

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welovenightcord · 10 months

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Maid cafe reactions!?

A/N: Am I the only person that loves maid cafe fics? I love them bro. They are so funny GHAKAJAJAKAJ

Characters: Bachira Meguru, Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness, Rin Itoshi, Kenyu Yukimiya, Hiori Yo

Warning: English isn't my first language. I'm sorry If there's any mistakes.

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You started to work in a maid cafe. You always thought that they look so cute (the things that makes them cute is the maids ofc). You thought it wouldn't be bad If you work in there.

As usual, after school you went to the cafe to work. You wore your maid outfit and started to work. While you received customer's orders the door opened and you saw your classmate.

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𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮:

His honest reaction was 😳🤯😩. He looked you up and down. You didn't have any other choice than went to him. You went to him while blushing and greeted him.

“W-welcome...”

“Huh? Just welcome? Don't you think you should be nicer to me~?”

You wanted to punch him. But you tried to calm down.

“Welcome Master.”

Bachira smirked. He was enjoying himself.

“Be a good girl~”

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫 + 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐬:

Kaiser was surprised to be honest. But he saw this a chance to tease you. Ness was with him ofc. He was always with him like he is Kaiser's tail. Kaiser tapped Ness shoulder and whispered him.

“Ness~ Don't you think Y/N looks cute~?”

“H-Heh!?”

Oh, you want to know Ness's reaction? He was a blushing mess. He thought you looked as cute as hell in that maid outfit. While Ness was lost in his thoughts, Kaiser called you.

“Y/N! Hello~”

You went to them and greeted them.

“Uhh hello.”

Kaiser raised his eyebrow.

“You should say ‘Hello masters’. Greet us again.”

“Hello masters.”

Kaiser chuckled while blushing and Ness... Uhh... Actually Ness was trying to stop his nosebleed.

𝐑𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢:

Please don't even ask why was he there. His eyes widened when he saw you. He tried to ignore you but the blush on his face was obvious. You went to him and greeted him.

“Hello master...”

Rin was blushing more now. He tried to not look at you so much.

“Uh-huh hello...”

What was he thinking about you? Well... I will explain simply.

He was never a fan of maid cafes but he somehow changed his mind and visited the cafe everyday to see you.

𝐘𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐮:

THE MOST NORMAL. I mean... Of course when he saw you he blushed slightly.

“Hello master...”

He tried to give you a warm smile.

“Ah- Hello Y/N. I didn't know you're working in a maid cafe... You look pretty.”

He really meant it. He thought you looked so pretty and cute. You couldn't help but blush at his comment.

“T-Thanks..!”

𝐇𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐘𝐨:

It was a VERY GOOD surprise for him. He already liked you and seeing you in a maid dress!? Oh he felt like he is in heaven. He blushed so much and stuttered while trying to talk with you.

“Hello master...”

WAIT- you actually called him master? Oh congratulations you gave him a heart attack.

“U-Uh... I-It's nice to s-see you Y/N!”

He thought you were the most adorable girl with maid outfit in the world!

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chrollohearttags · 2 months

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Your writing is sooo ✨✨✨🔥🔥🔥 and it makes me feel things 😳

I sent the same ask some time ago but anyways, I'm sending again

Reiner calling you mommy? 🫠🫠🫠 I think it's something he'd do when he feels more submissive

Anyways, THANKS MWAH

well hi, lovely! 😭🥹 thank you sm for reading, I’m glad that you like it. 🫶🏾 I had just seen your request a couple days ago and I was definitely about to snatch it up but I got you! y’all know how I feel about this one 🫠 the thought of this is so—

warnings: super submissive men with big tits, pornstar au, black reader (plus size bc duh), calls reader mistress, face sitting, riding, spit play, choking, whatever else comes to my sick mind idk

CALL OUT MY NAME

there was never a dull moment with your boyfriend..from idle, slow days in the office at your corporate company job or behind the lens of a camera as you filmed another one of your signature, salacious adult films for everyone to see. Albeit, masked up and concealed in anonymity, but equally as entertaining. The contrast was nearly uncanny sometimes…no one would peg this gentle giant of a man and his sweet little executive assistant as utter nymphos. But looks always did have a way of being deceitful. Especially when you two got alone, free to express yourselves in whatever way you saw fit…it was anyone’s guess what really went on behind closed doors…

“Mmmmm, there you go..stick your fucking tongue in it. Good boy..”

but they’d be shocked to find that (y/n) had all but reduced the seemingly intimidating, six foot four, three hundred fifteen pound CEO to nothing more than your plaything. Sporting latex attire with your plump tits exposed; erect nipples decorated with clamps…thigh high boots that clawed into the carpeted floor of you guys’ bedroom and of course, that leather face mask only exposing your glossy lips. Seeping with drool and precum from his earlier facefucking. But alas, it was your turn to take control. To show him what it was that you were capable of. “Look at you, eating this pussy like you’re starved. It’s so pathetic, it’s almost cute..” however, this sudden shift in dynamic didn’t just appear out of thin air. Your followers had been dying to see you take the reigns for once. To make Reiner your obedient little sub. And needless to say, you were enjoying your role quite a bit! As was he…it wasn’t often that you were in charge. But tonight? Was a different story..groping your own breasts, you’d straddle his tongue as you rotated your hips in circular motions..allowing the blonde to prod his tongue into both of your aching holes. Controlling him with a leash and collar laced around his throat. Lips puckered and suctioning on your clit. Saliva and your sticky secretions coated his mouth like a sweet nectar and he couldn’t get enough. Both arms planted flat to the floor along with his entire body; yours to use to your liking. Moaning and licking your lips, you’d finally lean up to catch a good glimpse of his face and to no surprise, he was grinning ear to ear! “Aw, how cute..did you like that, baby boy?” “Y-yes, mistress! Thank you so much..” the name inflating your already swollen ego. Not to mention, make your throbbing heat drip with arousal. Between that and all of the previous teasing, you felt as if you were going to implode..you needed to fuck him and immediately!..

turning around, you’d notice his thick cock standing straight at attention..seeping with precum and begging to be ridden to kingdom come. As he looked right now, the second you took him to the hilt, he’d burst. Your acrylic and latex clad fingers wrapped around his shaft and began to slowly stroke. “Mmm, so pretty..look at how sensitive you are, my love. Looks like you’re about to burst.” Giggling at his current state. It was almost comical how easily he slipped into that submissive state. The same man that would all but choke you out whilst he spat in your mouth, forcing every inch of his cock into you or placing his foot on your head while feeding you backshots, was now on the receiving end of the domination and he loved it!

“Don’t worry, mama will take care of you..that’s if you beg for it..c’mon, tell me how bad you want it.” Patting his red flushed cheek with light slaps. He was more than eager to grant you your response. Obedient as ever, he’d begin to grovel. Whimpering beneath you whilst you moved yourself lower down his torso until you were aligned with his shaft..grinding slowly against the sensitive tip with your hand guiding it along your opening. “Please mommy….please fuck me. I can’t take anymore…I need to be inside of you so bad….” His voice completely drunk with desperation. He was absolutely, all but begging for you to glide down on it. To feel the sensation of your walls clamping down against him. Reiner felt as if he could come undone right then and there..but the best part was yet to come as you curled your tongue over your lips, licking carefully before tilting your head down to glare at him. “Yeah? Louder, baby..I can’t hear you. If you need it so bad then fucking beg like it..” That maniacal grin stretched across your lips as you rutted yourself against him. Not breaking eye contact once! “I said louder..you must not want it that bad—“ suddenly, you’d tug that leash and he’d find himself gasping for breath. Not to mention, the smile on his face. “Fuck! Please, fuck me, mistress.” And it would seem that was the trick..with that, you’d find yourself burrowing down on his cock and without so much as breaking gazes, you’d slide down. His eyes became widely dilated and yours narrowed with a deviant glare…two very contrasting reactions.

“Oooh…fuck. Good boy…”

that sexual prowess you exuded was out of control. He was entrapped in your web and didn’t want to leave for anything. Groping your tits once more, (y/n) bounced up and down, going slow not only to acclimate but to really tease him. To get his blood flowing…you’d watch those hazel eyes fluctuate between open and close as those tight walls constricted around him. The initial pop of your flesh followed by the smacking noises filled the room along with a chorus of pathetic cries. “Yeah…right there. That’s it, baby. Just lay still and let me handle it.” Commanding as your heavy ass slammed down into his pelvis. Reiner was coming undone right before you and it was blatantly obvious that he wouldn’t be able to tolerate it for much longer without bursting. Eventually, you’d speed up and place a hand into the center of his chest to garner better balance and it was then that you really got into your stride. Bouncing and twirling up and down on his cock, tossing your head back…the works. Your boyfriend was barely hanging on, even seeping remnants of precum..

“Oh my God..! You feel so good…please keep fucking me!..” Howling to the ceiling with his toes curling, Reiner eventually brought his hands up to your back but you needed no assistance! Continuously riding him as those creamy liquids began to trickle down his shaft as you rolled your hips onto him. He couldn’t handle it and began to twitch whilst inside of you. “Mmmph! That feel good? Got this pussy dripping all over you..” looking back as you rode him. You even found yourself faltering for a moment but ultimately, it was him who ended falling apart. “Ahhhgh!! Mommy, fuck…I wanna come—please let me come!” Wailing and whimpering as his legs trembled in pleasure. Never had he been made to feel so good…and as long as he continued to talk to you this way..

“Then do it, baby boy..nut in this pussy.”

“Th—thank you, mommy! Fuck!..”

you’d make certain he knew pleasure beyond relief.

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