dad frank getting back to his room of an evening after his kid peter has been wriggling in his lap all night, he’s been half hard and had to angle his hard cock in his boxers away from him allll night as they watched a movie. he doesn’t know how much longer he can stay strong
uncle frank who gets peter on the weekends to take some of the strain off of may... they don't have a shared interest in guns or video games, but they bond in other ways
#peterfrank#spideycastle
one little a/b/o idea, set at a point where Frank still has no idea who’s hiding behind Spider-man’s mask
Peter wakes up after his heat hit him hard and fast, and realizes that three or four days have already passed, and he has absolutely no memory=>
ateez are imitating each other from their past era:
hongjoong - eternal sunshine jongho
seonghwa - iomt san
yunhob- dejavu mingi
yeosang - wave hongjoong
san - bouncy wooyoung
mingi - thanxx yunho
wooyoung - halazia yeosang
jongho - wonderland seonghwa
Food alerts should be issued as phone emergency alerts, like the weather and AMBER alerts. Why did I have to learn from a YouTube video that the blueberry recall has been upgraded to DEADLY?
i better not see people go right back to blindly glazing him now. this was a career move, straight up, and until he actually does or says something denouncing JK or speaking in favour of trans and queer rights, that’s all it will be- a career move in response to backlash
#spiderskull#peterfrank
Peter's unbearably, virginally tight every single time they do it. It's something to do with the way his body recovers, an extension of his superpowers and healing and Frank has to take his time opening him up every single time. Slow and deliberate and patient. One finger, then two, Peter growing progressively less coherent and increasingly impatient, asking for a third before he's ready for it.
"Not yet, doll."
"I'm ready, I can take it. You know I'm not a virgin-"
"That's not the point."
"But-" Peter starts only to trail off into a whine, back arching as Frank scissors his fingers, sucks a fresh hickey on the side of his neck, stubble rasping against the sensitive skin just under the hinge of his jaw.
He feels like a velvet vice, fluttering, oversensitive. All his.
Frank's never known such an addictive rush as the one of having Spider-Man wrapped around his fingers, begging for his cock.
He'd been lost to it for days after the first time they did it.
Lost to how much it'd cost him to last.
Frank's past his prime. He'd most definitely punch you right in the mouth if you ever dared say that to his face.
Doesn't make it less true.
He knows he's past his prime. He doesn't sleep and he eats shit food and he hasn't fucked anything but his own fist in years, and now he has to keep up with a twenty-two year old super human, who feels like fucking heaven wrapped around his cock. Well, excuse him if he needs to work on his stamina.
And he's done that. Worked on it. Edged himself to madness over long nights with nothing but the memory of what Peter had felt like that first time, the way he'd moaned and clung to his shoulders for dear life, pale throat long and bared, begging for his teeth.
"Frank-"
He presses a third finger in then, finally, when Peter's babbling turns into something wordless and desperate, hips canting up to meet the motion of his hand, impatient and seeing.
Greedy. Kid's always been so greedy and starved for it.
𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵 had been a lie the moment he'd said it. He's been ready to give Peter anything for weeks now. Months. He's just old enough now to know the difference between what you want and what you let yourself savour, take your time with.
"Oh god, I'm gonna-" Peter's whimpers, wet and needy and humid into Frank's collarbone, already wrecked, and they haven't even gotten to the part that actually wrecks him.
Franks slows down, then stops moving his fingers within Peter entirely for a long moment. The kid nearly sobs in his ear, blunt nails clawing at his arm, leaving long, red lines all the way up to his biceps.
"Told you we're doing this my way. Gonna come around my cock, doll."
"Then fuck me already-"
"You got a mouth on you. Who would've thought."
Peter bites at his lip and blushes. If that is even possible given how flushed he is already, his cheeks, his ears, all the way down his shoulders and chest.
𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺, Frank thinks not for the first time since he got to see what's under the mask and the skin tight costume,
𝘬𝘪𝘥'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺.
He works Peter open until he's shaking, until that impossible tightness finally gives under his fingers, and even then he takes his fucking time pulling his fingers out, stroking the sensitive flushed furl of him, placing a lingering, wet kiss there as Peter hugs his own thighs to his chest and sobs a laugh into the pillow, calls him a 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥, calls him 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯 and 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘍𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬-
He folds the kid in half, one large hand wrapping around a slender ankle, pinning Peter's foot on the mattress beside his ear. Frank bottoms out agonisingly slowly and holds still. Fucking has to. He can feel his own pulse in his teeth, can feel Peter breathe and ripple around him and mold himself around the shape of him and it's fucking glorious.
wy in heat BEGGING scn to pup him for real, he needs to be full to the brim of him, needs to have a whole litter fvcked into him... finishes his heat and is soooo exhausted, but just as it finishes, sn's rut starts and he is once again getting pounded and filled with so much cvm
wy is a shapeshifter. during his pregnancy, wy's belly was enormous, which wasn't surprising, considering he was pregnant with triplets. at some point, he realized that pregnancy was much easier to handle in a cat's body, so he would often transform. one day, sn came home from ⬇️