around time miles got into college, they realized that this whole ‘living in different universes’ thing kinda sucked. and there wasn’t much left for penny in her homeland anyway (may dead! memories wiped! bad time!), so packing up and making one final trip wasn’t too hard. it was nice to have an apartment of her own, one that miles could crash at whenever. finding work was a little tricky: her degree didn’t mean anything, the bugle didn’t exist here, she didn’t have any connections. but hey, penny parker was a personable and friendly girl, she knew video games and cosplay, and twitch and tiktok were just as popular here as back home, thank fuck.
time passed. spider-man and spider-girl beat the bad guys. they grew up, got older, changed - miles shot up a few inches, penny filled out more. (her viewers appreciated it). they goofed off, argued about dumb nerdy shit, had a lot of fun sex, tried new things, everything a couple should do. and if the fact that miles was dating a smoking hot twitch streamer ever went to his head, he didn’t show it.
well, that was a lie. it showed a lot: every grin when she leaned forward, every smack on the ass, every time one or the other gave wake-up head. every time he had a suggestion for her outfit when they went out with friends, or for another cosplay. every possessive wink he gave the webcam. they joked about “stress relief” and his “hot thot girlfriend,” and at some point it just…stopped being a joke. not that penny cared much. why would she? miles was great, he dicked her down regularly, and her ass looked amazing in tight shorts.
friday night is their agreed, set-in-stone date night. unless the city’s in active danger, the spiders don’t go out, miles doesn’t have class, penny doesn’t stream, and they spend time together. might be a movie, might be gaming, might just be marathon sex. tonight, miles has a new idea: let’s go out - to a club, yeah? pretend we don’t know each other and hook up. could be fun.
and it is. penny’s dress flaunts what she’s got, and even if she wasn’t out with her boyfriend, she wouldn’t have trouble finding some attention. he buys her a drink, she smiles, they dance. penny grinds against him so much he almost comes in his pants right there - but instead, he drags her into a bathroom and fucks her mouth until her eyeliner’s smudged. she swallows, gets ready to ask him wanna come back to my place? before miles grabs at her hair again.
round two it is.
by the time they’re back at the apartment, penny’s red-faced and panting with how horny she is, and miles’ grip on her waist has only gotten more possessive. they’re making out, nipping each others lips, touching chests, and miles has her pinned up against the entryway wall, and his hand cracks against her ass. ]
Is this what you’re thinking about, baby? [ crack. ] When you’re - [ crack. ] Fucking gooning it to my streams?
[ god, she loves her boyfriend so much. “meet your twitch crush and make her beg for it” is such a hot fantasy. ]
[ at some point, they stopped pretending. penny doesn’t really remember when exactly, sometime around her junior year in college? (dance major with a photography minor, jason agreed to pay everything but only if he could choose what she studied). they still paid lip service to the idea of public good and heroics now and then, but it was certain that the red hood was the king of gotham. and sure, he kept crime in line, and still occasionally had to beat down a villain or two, but that was getting to be increasingly rare.
no, jason - daddy - was rich, debauched, and in charge. just the way that penny liked it. same way she liked the pretty dresses and heels he bought her, same way she liked the luxurious vacations they went on, the cars he drove, the parties they hosted. she was still comfortably anonymous, just one of several rotating pieces of eye candy on the boss’ arm.
a shelf of collars. a black amex of her own. when she didn’t sleep in daddy’s bed, she shared a california king with whoever he wasn’t fucking that night. penny loved every minute of it - so did gwen, and mj, and felicia, and glory. and why not? daddy had trained them all very well.
case in point: the way penny moves while he’s on the phone with a distributor. jason’s lounging in a chair big enough to be a throne, and she’s kneeling before him in perfect worship, head bobbing up and down on his thick cock. but she’s his favorite girl, which means she goes the extra mile: her back is arced and almost perfectly level, enough that he can rest his drink on her. and penny is, of course, bouncing her ass, clapping her cheeks, twerking just the way he likes it.
…all for today’s stream. Be sure to smash that like button and subscribe, and don’t forget to enter the drawing for a custom request video from my you-know-what. Love ya!
[ penny blows a kiss to the camera before cutting the feed. streaming is fun, not to mention a full-time career, but it still gets exhausting after a while. especially dealing with the chat - her mod team helps - and in cosplay. not that she can complain too much, she looks really, really cute as cammy. jason’s been on a bit of a fighting game thot kick lately, tight athletic gear ideal. and even if he doesn’t get the final say, he is her manager - and boyfriend - so she takes that seriously.
judging from the way he pinned her to the wall when he saw her in costume earlier that day, he’s a big fan. hey, it’s not the first time she’s gone on camera freshly-fucked and a little rumpled, and it’s not going to be the last.
priority one: ditch the wig. blonde bob pops off, she carefully places it on the stand out of sight from the camera - she’ll put it away later, once playtime’s done. the cap and pins keeping her hair in place follow suit. priority two: thirsty. her water bottle ran dry around twenty minutes ago, and she’s really thirsty. penny saunters over to the kitchen, and when she’s reaching over to pour a glass -
CRACK!
a sharp hand on her ass, fingers gripping her hair, and she barely keeps from dropping the glass into the sink. ] Fuck - Daddy!
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@spiderversal - college years
around time miles got into college, they realized that this whole ‘living in different universes’ thing kinda sucked. and there wasn’t much left for penny in her homeland anyway (may dead! memories wiped! bad time!), so packing up and making one final trip wasn’t too hard. it was nice to have an apartment of her own, one that miles could crash at whenever. finding work was a little tricky: her degree didn’t mean anything, the bugle didn’t exist here, she didn’t have any connections. but hey, penny parker was a personable and friendly girl, she knew video games and cosplay, and twitch and tiktok were just as popular here as back home, thank fuck.
time passed. spider-man and spider-girl beat the bad guys. they grew up, got older, changed - miles shot up a few inches, penny filled out more. (her viewers appreciated it). they goofed off, argued about dumb nerdy shit, had a lot of fun sex, tried new things, everything a couple should do. and if the fact that miles was dating a smoking hot twitch streamer ever went to his head, he didn’t show it.
well, that was a lie. it showed a lot: every grin when she leaned forward, every smack on the ass, every time one or the other gave wake-up head. every time he had a suggestion for her outfit when they went out with friends, or for another cosplay. every possessive wink he gave the webcam. they joked about “stress relief” and his “hot thot girlfriend,” and at some point it just…stopped being a joke. not that penny cared much. why would she? miles was great, he dicked her down regularly, and her ass looked amazing in tight shorts.
friday night is their agreed, set-in-stone date night. unless the city’s in active danger, the spiders don’t go out, miles doesn’t have class, penny doesn’t stream, and they spend time together. might be a movie, might be gaming, might just be marathon sex. tonight, miles has a new idea: let’s go out - to a club, yeah? pretend we don’t know each other and hook up. could be fun.
and it is. penny’s dress flaunts what she’s got, and even if she wasn’t out with her boyfriend, she wouldn’t have trouble finding some attention. he buys her a drink, she smiles, they dance. penny grinds against him so much he almost comes in his pants right there - but instead, he drags her into a bathroom and fucks her mouth until her eyeliner’s smudged. she swallows, gets ready to ask him wanna come back to my place? before miles grabs at her hair again.
round two it is.
by the time they’re back at the apartment, penny’s red-faced and panting with how horny she is, and miles’ grip on her waist has only gotten more possessive. they’re making out, nipping each others lips, touching chests, and miles has her pinned up against the entryway wall, and his hand cracks against her ass. ]
Is this what you’re thinking about, baby? [ crack. ] When you’re - [ crack. ] Fucking gooning it to my streams?
[ god, she loves her boyfriend so much. “meet your twitch crush and make her beg for it” is such a hot fantasy. ]
@abloodybird - the moll
no, jason - daddy - was rich, debauched, and in charge. just the way that penny liked it. same way she liked the pretty dresses and heels he bought her, same way she liked the luxurious vacations they went on, the cars he drove, the parties they hosted. she was still comfortably anonymous, just one of several rotating pieces of eye candy on the boss’ arm.
a shelf of collars. a black amex of her own. when she didn’t sleep in daddy’s bed, she shared a california king with whoever he wasn’t fucking that night. penny loved every minute of it - so did gwen, and mj, and felicia, and glory. and why not? daddy had trained them all very well.
case in point: the way penny moves while he’s on the phone with a distributor. jason’s lounging in a chair big enough to be a throne, and she’s kneeling before him in perfect worship, head bobbing up and down on his thick cock. but she’s his favorite girl, which means she goes the extra mile: her back is arced and almost perfectly level, enough that he can rest his drink on her. and penny is, of course, bouncing her ass, clapping her cheeks, twerking just the way he likes it.
fuck. she loves her life. ]
@abloodybird - the streamer
[ penny blows a kiss to the camera before cutting the feed. streaming is fun, not to mention a full-time career, but it still gets exhausting after a while. especially dealing with the chat - her mod team helps - and in cosplay. not that she can complain too much, she looks really, really cute as cammy. jason’s been on a bit of a fighting game thot kick lately, tight athletic gear ideal. and even if he doesn’t get the final say, he is her manager - and boyfriend - so she takes that seriously.
judging from the way he pinned her to the wall when he saw her in costume earlier that day, he’s a big fan. hey, it’s not the first time she’s gone on camera freshly-fucked and a little rumpled, and it’s not going to be the last.
priority one: ditch the wig. blonde bob pops off, she carefully places it on the stand out of sight from the camera - she’ll put it away later, once playtime’s done. the cap and pins keeping her hair in place follow suit. priority two: thirsty. her water bottle ran dry around twenty minutes ago, and she’s really thirsty. penny saunters over to the kitchen, and when she’s reaching over to pour a glass -
CRACK!
a sharp hand on her ass, fingers gripping her hair, and she barely keeps from dropping the glass into the sink. ] Fuck - Daddy!
[ priority three: getting daddy’s review. ]