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Ahoy #peterfrank nation!! I LIVE
It’s VOID’s burner account!!!
while I wait for my og account to be unsuspended! Anyone know how long that could take? I filed an appeal already…
#peterfrank // #spideycastle
Really need Peter using Gen Z slang around Frank and Frank being so fucking confused everytime 😭
“Chat we’re so cooked-“
“It’s the middle of winter Pete what the fuck do you mean—and you are you talking about? The fuck is a ‘chat’?”
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I never even thought about portraying speed by having a delayed reaction of the shadows casted by you own light.
That's fucking genius.
READ IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW 🔫
#peterfrank / #spideyskull 🕸️🔞♥️
They're in the van — Peter's in Frank's lap in the driver's seat, steering wheel digging into his lower back as he rides Frank hard and fast.
The tears come far before he does, embarrassing and loud, the sobs pulling from Peter's throat ragged enough to hurt.
"You're okay, doll," Frank mumbles against Peter's lips. "Can cry, baby, go 'head."
Peter whines, grinding down on Frank's cock, and he shudders over the bruising grip on his hips. His eyes hurt, puffy and swollen from squeezing them so hard, trying to erase the image stuck in his mind.
He was scared tonight after a drug bust went off-script and a barrel had pressed itself to Frank's temple like a promise.
Peter webbed the gun and the guy in a second flat, but he's still shaking over it, can see phantom grey matter sprayed on the wall behind his eyelids.
Frank knows, can tell when Peter grabs him with shaking hands and pulls him toward the van like they're being chased. He lets himself be placed in the driver's seat, lets Peter take his cock out and sit on it like he owns it.
And Peter does own it. Frank is his — no one is going to take him away.
"Honey, s'alright," Frank soothes at the next loud wail Peter can't contain. "You did so good, didn't let anyone get to me. Proud of you, doll. Just let it out, huh?"
Peter's eyes roll back at the next thrust. The tears are making his face hot, salt dripping into his mouth, smearing on Frank's lips. He hiccups and squirms as Frank cooes at him, voice so low it scrapes.
"My sweet crybaby," Frank murmurs. "Sobbing on my cock so prettily."
That sends Peter hurtling over the edge, pleasure racing up his spine and drowning him. He cries out as Frank chases his own release in short, quick snaps of his hips, hammering into Peter's cervix like he's leaving a signature.
Thighs shaking, Peter pants into Frank's mouth. "Scared me, Frank."
"I know, baby," Frank sighs, tilting his head up to press a soft kiss to Peter's temple. "But you were there, saved me, saved the day."
Peter smiles, trembling and soft.
"Always."
Peter: “Oh no! Help me! I’m stuck and I can’t get out and I’m suuuuuper vulnerable~”
Frank: You can literally lift a fucking bus I’m not helping you.
Peter: *whispering* Can you just play the fuck along for ONCE you old fart!
#peterfrank Frank ‘massaging’ Peter when the young brunette says he’s sore after a long day in patrol. 🤤
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#peterfrank 🔞 🪡I was JUST talking about this with the pack,, holy shit I will stand by the fact that Frank gets so jealous when Peter tells him ‘no’ to sucking on his perk little milk filled tits when their pup is born, +
#peterfrank this is Frank getting himself ready for his date with Peter



























