pairing. tasm!peter parker x female!reader
an. something quick to get back into the swing of things. the beginning is inspired by @clints-lucky-arrow fic ‘inhibitions’, pls read it, it’s brilliant.
warnings. cannabis use, fingering, female receiving oral sex, female receiving penetration, shitty spider-man merch. not beta’d.
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synopsis. peters got a girlfriend. peter lives in a shitty apartment. his girlfriend buys him a lava lamp for said apartment. he’s gotta repay her somehow.
synopsis: reader deepens her relationship with one of the boys and discovers what dreamwalking is
warnings: some more kissing!!
word count: 3.61k
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you hadn’t even had a moment to process before you registered the hot tears streaming down your cheeks, “what- why-” you blubbered out, anxiously pushing at seth’s chest in an attempt to get out of his arms so you could at least try and get some sort of space from everything.
fortunately for you, seth had already deduced that you weren’t exactly in any kind of condition to be on your feet thanks to how lightheaded you’d been getting everytime this happened so he slowly crouched on the ground, helping get you seated in the grass.
your eyes darted around the yard, desperately trying and failing to figure out what was going on but all you could see was the chaos that had broken out all around you and none of that was doing anything to help your panicked state.
“hey sweetheart, you’re okay,” sue’s voice remained calm as she came over to you, kneeling down next to you as you fought to stay conscious despite the egregious humming in the back of your mind and spinning vision that had taken over your senses, “embry come over here!” she called, a soft sigh leaving her lips when you all but collapsed into seth’s side, surrendering yourself to the chaos.
“pretty girl i need you to keep your eyes on me, okay?” seth encouraged, wrapping one arm around you to support you while the other gently lifted your chin to prompt you to look up at him and he couldn’t have looked more out of focus if you wanted him to.
who was he calling pretty girl?
before you had a second to dwell on it and come to the obvious conclusion that he was talking about you, embry joined your little huddle and sue said something to him that you couldn’t quite make out, doing your best to untangle the blurry mess that was seth’s features.
embry saying your name out loud snapped you out of your haze, his hand coming to rest on your ankle as you were rapidly pulled back down from the daze you’d been in. all of your senses sharpened as you made eye contact with him and suddenly the only thing you were noticing was the way embry and seth’s hands felt against your skin.
“there you go,” seth encouraged, voice low as he rubbed soothing circles against your hip with his thumb while you sucked in a few deep breaths, holding embry’s gaze as he matched your breathing. the commotion in the yard died down as you calmed down and you assumed paul must’ve also been just as affected as you were by the whole thing but thankfully seemed to get control of himself again at the same time you did.
this was a mess.
thankfully, sue had went to bat for you and advocated that you be allowed to go back to your grandmother’s house to get some rest instead of being taken hostage in the black house as billy had, in much less crude terms, suggested. her house was only a short drive from billy’s and the rest of the pack seemed content with letting you head back over there for the night on the condition that you’d have at least one other wolf somewhere on the property to keep an eye on you.
embry had resigned himself to the fact that he’d be staying at your house for the foreseeable future thanks to everyone’s anxiety about him sleepwalking over to your house again so here you found yourself, laid down on the couch again and sitting in silence with embry. the only sound you could make out was the water running from the shower as seth finished up his shower.
you and embry had both showered earlier, the three of you moving in relative silence since you’d gotten back to the house as all of you struggled to find what to say about what had transpired earlier in the evening. so for now, after everything had settled down, you and embry had silently agreed that staring at the fireplace was the best option.
it definitely needed some more wood added to it, the previously roaring flames had dwindled down to a soft crackling every few seconds as the flames shrunk.
if what billy, sam, and sue said was true, you would need to start building relationships with each of the boys so these outbursts would stop happening every few hours. seth was easy, you and him clicked almost instantaneously, and it was hard to deny the chemistry you two shared. paul was definitely going to be the most difficult, you two clearly had something going on but it was almost dangerous to get too close to him. every time you did it ended in some kind of explosion so you’d have to figure out how to manage that. and embry… you weren’t sure what to make of him. he made you feel safe and you could already see how he was making you feel seen in ways you hadn’t been ever before. there was so much to unpack with him too and you two had barely said more than a few sentences to each other.
“you want some more tea?” seth’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you pushed yourself up to your forearms so you could peek over the couch at him. he’d changed into a black t-shirt and some star wars pajama pants that had chewbacca and a bunch of those little wookies all over them.
you’d completely forgot what he asked you as you giggled, “where did you even find those?” you asked and the corners of seth’s eyes immediately crinkled as he smiled at your question.
“my pants?” he asked, a breathy laugh escaping his lips when you hummed and nodded, “leah got them for me for christmas a few years ago,” he explaine as embry also let out a quiet laugh at the pants, “do you like them?”
“they’re cute,” you smiled, the weight that had been pulling you down earlier suddenly feeling a lot lighter with seth back in the room, “are you gonna come sit?” you asked as you got settled back down on the couch, grabbing the remote as you laid down so you could get the tv on and hopefully find something to put on and keep your minds off of everything.
“course i’m coming,” he reassured, stepping around the couch to sit down at the opposite end of you. while you got the tv on and start flipping through channels, he gently tugged your feet into his lap, a wave of calm washing over you as he did so.
a soft sigh of relief escaped your lips and seth just gently squeezed your ankle in response as embry’s gaze fell onto the two of you, “were you hurting?” embry asked after a moment and it took you a moment to register that he was talking to you because good god did that boy barely talk, but, when you did realize he was speaking to you, you paused as you looked at him.
he looked like he was seriously regretting speaking to you, his anxious figure a stark, almost comical contrast to the way his dark form took up nearly the entire armchair. you managed to collect yourself before he decided he was never going to speak to you again, “no, no,” you reassured, “it just helps with whatever has been going on with my back. nothing super bad,” you explained, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched him digest your response.
he seemed like he wanted to ask you more about it but decided against it when he settled for giving you a small nod. you gave him a small smile before looking over at seth, “which star wars movie are those little guys in?” you asked, glancing back down at the wookies on his pants before looking back up at him.
the way he lit up at that question had you smiling as well, his energy really was contagious, “oh thank god you asked,” he beamed, “revenge of the sith. it’s on disney,” he added and you giggled, quickly getting to work finding that movie while embry just playfully rolled his eyes and settled into the armchair.
nearly halfway through the movie, you’d found yourself falling deeper and deeper into sleep, only having the will to fight it for a few minutes before you were completely overtaken by it.
the sounds of the battle scene playing out in the background faded out, slowly fading into the sound of waves crashing against the beach instead. before you knew it, you could feel the wet sand molding to the shape of your bare feet, the cool ocean waves washing over them as you walked down the beach.
where you were going you weren’t sure but your feet continued to move anyway. the beach was one you’d known for lifetimes, although you’d only been down here on the rare occasion that you visited your grandmother, your soul knew this beach more than your current body ever would.
pausing, you crouched down to let the waves wash over your fingers, gently scooping up a pile of the pebbled sand and massaging it through your hands only to let it wash away as the next wave came in. you repeated the action several move times, watching as the water washed you clean every time.
before your body sensed anything, something deep in your soul urged you to look behind you and, when you did, you found embry standing a few feet away watching you as allowed the sand to be washed from your fingers one last time.
“embry,” you breathed out his name as you stood back up, slowly stepping over to him.
he sucked in a deep breath as he watched you, looking you up and down with a quiet curiosity before he found your gaze again, “i missed you,” you whispered, suddenly feeling like a third party watching as your body moved and spoke without your permission. although, you weren’t entirely detached from her. you still were her but somewhere deep inside you felt as though you knew her and trusted her to act for you.
“it’s been too long,” he whispered back, taking your hand into his as he pulled you closer until you were chest to chest with him. he was so much bigger this close, easily towering over you, the intensity of his gaze piercing through your very being as he soaked you in.
it had been too long. your heart knew, your mind knew, your soul knew. you had loved him in many lifetimes.
one hand gently cupped your cheek, his thumb gently rubbing at your cheek bone as the two of you took eachother in. “kwop kilawtley,” he whispered and you nodded.
“always,” you murmured, tightening your fingers against his t-shirt as you tugged him down to kiss him. he was all consuming, unleashing a fire in your heart that hadn’t been released in your lifetime but was something you knew you’d be becoming quite familiar with soon.
you worked in sync, his free hand sliding down to your hip to pull you tightly against him as he deeped the kiss, each of you desperate to be closer to eachother, working in tandem as if you’d done this a million times.
maybe you had done this before. maybe you’d known him in every lifetime before this one.
your hands slid up his chest, interlacing your fingers around his neck as you pulled him down closer to you, his figure dwarfing yours as he complied with you. his warmth was everywhere, searing your skin, blazing through your soul, the flames erupting in your heart.
you woke with a startled gasp, the sudden change in temperature and location jarring you as you struggled to orient yourself. your new mattress enveloped you as you collapsed onto your back, sucking in a few deep breaths as you struggled to figure out what just happened.
where did he go? and how the hell did you end up in your bedroom?
despite the sweat that was drenching your figure, your feet were freezing, the sounds of the mourning doves outside letting you know that seth had definitely opened the door again after he’d woken up and whatever ungodly hour he did again.
“you alright?” quil peeked his head into your bedroom, frowning when he saw how disheveled you looked and, from the way you felt, you’d imagined you must’ve looked pretty rough.
you weren’t exactly interested in detailing the rendez-vous you’d just had with his best friend in your dream so you settled for faking it, giving him a small nod as you rolled over to your side, “all good, sorry,” you murmured, voice croaky as you reached for the glass of water you’d assumed seth left on the bedside table for you, rapidly taking a few big gulps before adding, “i didn’t wake you up, did i?”
he shook his head, still not looking totally convinced but he didn’t push it when he responded, “no, no, i was already up. jake took over patrol so i came in when seth started making breakfast,” he explained, “he ran out to the grocery store to pick up a few things but there’s eggs and potatoes in the kitchen if you want some.”
almost on queue, your stomach growled and quil just let out a breathy laugh, the unease on his face quickly leaving when he heard the grumble, “i’ll go grab you some,” he laughed before heading back into the kitchen while you flopped back onto the bed, taking a few more deep breaths to steady yourself before getting up.
was there an easy way to talk to embry about it? should you even talk to embry about it? honestly it was probably just some really fucked up wet dream but you couldn’t shake the feeling that your soul knew his. you felt it deep in your bones, an unshakable belief that you’d known him longer than you thought.
with a resigned sigh, you got up and padded out to the kitchen. despite how chilly the morning air was, it definitely smelled nice so you had to give seth some credit for that. though, he definitely seemed to be running a way higher body temperature than you did so he probably didn’t realize just how cold it actually was.
quil smiled when he saw you, handing you a bowl of the eggs and potatoes seth had made for everyone, “were you out there all night again?” you asked, grabbing a spoon out of one of the kitchen drawers, almost immediately zeroing in on the figurine of the giraffe playing the guitar that seth must’ve put out at some point. those things really were hideous.
taking your spoon and bowl, you headed over to the kitchen table and sat down, “unfortunately,” quil laughed, joining you with his own bowl as well so the two of you could eat together.
you let out a quiet laugh at his reply. you took a bite, the savory flavors melting on your tongue as you thought about how to ask him if he’d seen anything the night before. swallowing, you asked, “did anything… weird happen while you were out there?”
quil shook his head, “not that i saw. why? did something happen in here?” he asked, not looking too concerned as he shoveled down his bowl. that definitely wasn’t his first bowl either - those boys had one hell of an appetite.
“no, no,” you reassured, suddenly much more interested in your own bowl as you scooped around a few pieces, “is embry still sleeping?” you questioned, peeking past quil and into the living room to see if you could see embry’s sleeping form. he wasn’t there.
quil swallowed down a few more bites before responding, “nah he left a little while ago. said something about a weird dream and that he wanted to go for a walk. he has those pretty often though so i bet he’ll be back in a little bit,” he explained and you were suddenly quite grateful for seth’s out of this world cooking abilities as quil seemed way too focused on the food to notice how confused and then resigned you looked at you processed what his words could mean for you.
maybe it was just as real as you thought it was.
“alright i gotta run home but jake is somewhere out back if you need anything. you can just go out and yell if you need him or something, he’s pretty dense but he’ll get the hint,” quil joked, as he got up, making quick work of getting his bowl and spoon into the dishwasher before he was heading over to the screen door.
“i’ll see you later princess!” he called as he headed out back. you got up and stepped over to the screen door so you could watch as he ran past the tree line, his figure fading before you could watch him shift but sure enough, a giant brown wolf emerged from the trees a few seconds later, nodding at you before he headed back into the forest.
shortly after finishing your breakfast, you got changed into something a little more presentable, washed your face and brushed your teeth, and pulled on some rain boots before heading out the back door to go on a little walk of your own.
maybe if you could just find the spot on the beach it would bring you some much needed clarity around what was real and what wasn’t real.
as you approached the trail near the treeline, the brown wolf silently appeared from the trees again. although you’d seen paul shift quite a few times, you hadn’t had much time to be this close to them while not in some super tense situation so it was fascinating to see one of them up close.
he had the same height of a horse but he was significantly bulkier than any other animal you’d seen before. if you didn’t know it was jacob black in there you would’ve been running for the hills but instead found yourself watching him, studying him, as you allowed yourself a moment to just process the weight of the supernatural world you found yourself in.
“you guys are really big,” you said after a moment. that much was obvious so you weren’t sure why you said it but holy shit were they big.
jacob huffed, the warm air fanning over you and you assumed that was a laugh so you just gave him a smile, “i’m gonna go to the beach. are you gonna follow me? or do you need to stay by the house?” you asked, and, honestly, you also weren’t sure how you expected him to answer you but when he gestured his head in the direction of the beach you took that to mean he would be following you so you carried on with your little journey.
as you followed the path, jacob disappeared into the towering evergreens, out of your sight but you knew he had to be close by if he was serious about keeping an eye on you. soon enough, the dirt slowly began mixing with the dark sand as you approached, everything damp from the rain shower overnight.
the ocean waves roared next to you as they crashed against the shore just as they had in your dream the night prior, the seagulls calling out as they circled overheard. you looked down at your feet as you walked, watching as the sand molded around the contour of your boots, leaving behind a trail uniquely your own as you padded down the beach.
you weren’t sure when you would know that you hit the right spot but you just hoped some part of you, some deeper, more spiritual part of yourself would know so you continued walking, listening to waves as they rolled in, occasionally brushing over your boots and washing away the footprints you’d left behind.
as you continued, you watched as different shells washed on shore, the seaweed occasionally tangling them alond with a few stray crabs and unlucky fish. you strumbled upon a baby clam, the iridescent shell immediately catching your eye as you crouched down to pick it up.
you weren’t sure if it was still alive, scooping up the sand underneath it just in case as you took it in for a moment, admiring its beauty. you gently tapped on it, smiling to yourself when it quickly clammed itself back up, it was definitely alive.
as the next wave came rolling back in, you let the ocean take it back, the sand washing through your fingers as you let it return to where it was from.
the humming in your mind that had been diluted to only a comfortable background noise suddenly began dialing it up again, and, as you looked around you knew you’d found the spot.
peeking over your shoulder, sure enough, embry was standing there watching you just as he had in your dream the night prior.
you slowly stood up, tilting your head as you took him in, attempting to get a better read of him. though, when you saw the way he was watching you, like he needed the reassurance that what happened the night prior wasn’t just an accident, just as much as you did, you stole his line and whispered, “kwop kilawtley.”
been thinking a lot about paul lahote who has been dating his imprint for YEARS now and takes so much pride in keeping up with his imprint's near insatiable sex drive despite the fact that they're both quite a ways past being teenagers but once in a while he just can't help himself and cums a little too quick when you're making all those pretty noises
"mmph paul-" your voice caught in your throat as he rolled his hips into yours, a little whine escaping when you felt the way the tip of his cock rolled against your clit, the two of you only separated by the thin fabric of his boxers.
the fabric had quite the damp spot on it now, the dark gray patch seeping through as precum dribbled down his cock while he rolled his hips into yours, seeming to be enjoying taking his time listening to the litany of little noises slipping past those plump, swollen lips of yours that he couldn't seem to keep his own off of.
"'m all yours princess," paul groaned into your neck, a heavy sigh leaving his lips when he felt your fingers desperately tugging at his boxers, slipping one hand down to tug at his cock.
he nearly lost his balance when he felt the way you were clenching him, squeezing his eyes shut as his biceps bulged with the effort to keep himself hovering above you, "easy bunny," he managed to get out, his voice tight as he dropped one hand down to gently pry yours off his cock to give him a moment to catch his breath. he knew you'd give it to him if he asked but he was quite determined not to need to ask for your help.
the whimper that left your lips had him trying, and failing, to think of anything other than the way he currently had you naked underneath him, quite literally dripping as you desperately waited for him to fuck you.
in an attempt to soothe the both of you, he tugged his cock out of his boxers and rolled just the tip against your aching entrance, "paul that feels so good-" your voice caught him off guard, the way you whimpered his name combined with the way he could literally feel your warmth throbbing around just the tip of him had him coming undone rather suddenly.
the whimper that escaped his lips had your toes curling, and suddenly your ego shot through the roof when you felt the familiar warmth of his release spilling into your channel, "oh bub," you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck when he buried his face in your shoulder.
"fuck 'm sorry princess," paul's voice was muffled and you just let out another quiet giggle, gently threading your fingers through his hair to massage at his scalp while you gave him a moment to come down from his rather sudden orgasm and get over himself.
he was almost always in control, especially during sex so you'd assumed he was just as caught off guard as you were.
"nothin' to be sorry for," you reassured, pressing your lips to his temple, "i know 's hard not to cum when you see me," you added playfully, letting out a relieved sigh when you felt his chest reverberating with a low chuckle.
"i love you," he murmured into your shoulder after a few moments, regaining his composure enough to lift himself from your chest to look down at you.
you smiled when you saw how relaxed he looked for once in his life, "i love you too," you smiled, sliding your hands down to cup his face in your hands and tug him down for a gentle kiss.
"let me use my fingers, yea?" he asked when you parted from him, chuckling again when he saw you light up as you realized he was still going to make you cum (of course he was, he'd never leave you hanging like that)
soooo obsessed with the idea of s1 bunny sunbathing by the lake at the camp. this girl has no cares in the world and i can just picture her in her teeny tiny pink bikinis (which she packed because it’s her let’s be real) getting her tanning in — feel like this is before shane and her are together and he’s just staring at her all 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫 being an icky perv ☺️💗😝 bonus points if he puts her sunscreen on for her
that was what he liked about you. you were so serene. calm in the face of the world falling apart. you shouldn’t have been, god you should have been terrified and sometimes you were. but moments like this, moments where you’re just laying there glistening in the sun with all that skin on display. you were perfect.
shane must’ve looked like a creep. stood frozen, one hand splayed on tree bark as if he couldn’t hold himself up without it. your body seemed to reflect light, that pink bikini doing nothing to hide anything. he huffs a laugh out of his nose, shaking his head. if rick could see him now— he thinks. though he oughta hand himself some grace, it was the end of days, people were hungry in more ways than one.
you’re laying on your front, and when you go to roll over, everything jiggles. shane licks his lips and you open your eyes, looking right at him. he guiltily shuffles on the spot, caught — blinking rapidly and glancing around as he wipes the smirk off his face.
“shane.” you call our melodically, half way into your rolling over. he thinks he’s in for a scolding, and thinks up something quick as he jogs over.
“you uh—” he cuts himself short with a pained sigh, squeezing his eyes shut only for a second when you roll fully onto your back like an obedient dog to give him your full attention. your bikini strings that were meant to be secured behind your neck are untied for maximum tanning, falling down your chest from the movement along with the cups which you catch just in time but with little urgency, a hand splayed over your chest to hold them up as you stare up at him patiently. it disarms him momentarily, but he continues. “be careful out here, yeah? we haven’t checked beyond them woods yet. don’t know what might pass through here so… keep your wits about you.”
shane’s eyes flicker to the woods as he speaks, peeking just over the lake. it was easier to look over the blinding shards of sunlight scattered over the water than to look directly at your nearly bare body.
“i’m sunbathing.” you explain, mellow, as if it wasn’t painfully obvious.
“i know that but—”
“i just wanted to relax for a little while. you could always stay with me and… keep your eye on things?” the way you pause, glancing up at him suggestively through splayed eyelashes hints that there is more to what you’re getting at and he pauses once more, off guard before letting out a nervous chuckle.
“i uh— hey— i — there’s a lotta things that need doin’ round this camp. people i gotta protect i gotta—”
you press a bare foot against his leg where he stands, giving him your prettiest pout. of course, it silences him and he tongues at his lip. “just for a little while? keep me safe?”
shane sighs pensively, hands on his hips.
“its nice out here.” you convince, laying back fully so you no longer have to hold your bikini top up. instead, you reach for the pink string at the hip of your bikini, twirling it round your delicate fingers before pulling, undoing the knot. “no one ever comes out here. i can do whatever i like.” your voice gets a little quieter but your eyes don’t budge from his, tugging at the strings of your bikini until the fabric is merely a thin cloth lying loosely over your puffy mound.
“that right.” he glances around, lips turned downward to suppress a smile. “suppose a lil’ break won’t hurt. gotta keep you safe, ain’t that right sweetheart?”
cockwarming whilst sucking on franks fingers. been a long day and his girls feeling a bit down so he lets her curl up and take what she needs
after the day you’d encountered, when you’d expressed to frank that you needed him — he was more than happy to oblige. everyone deals with their shit in different ways, he knew that more than anyone. however when he leans back on the couch, reaching for his zipper — you place your hand on top of his, halting him. ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ꪆৎ ˚
“but not… not sex, ‘kay?” you furrow your eyebrows, voice quiet and vulnerable from having cried into his chest twenty minutes prior.
his hand freezes, frowning in confusion as he stares you down. “you don’t want… talk to me sweetheart.” he pulls you closer and you bury yourself shyly into him, letting him rub your back.
“just… want it inside for a little bit.” you whisper, embarrassed to be requesting something so seemingly odd. frank nods, a look of understanding washing over his face. he’d be damned if he made you feel judged.
soon he’s got a movie on the tv, cock pulled out his jeans and buried in you as you lay against his chest, rubbing your cheek gently against the soft fabric of his black sweater. his thumb is nestled past your lips, a ring of drool collecting at the base of his finger from your lazy sucking. as frank tries to put his focus into the movie, he rubs a large continuous circle on your back with his free hand.
after a while of laying like that, sleepy and lax in his arms — you feel the urge to give into your needs, in your own time — cunt ridiculously sloppy and gripping franks cock like a vice. he feels your walls flutter around him a few times, before slowly— you start to rock your hips subtly, humping in his lap.
“okay angel.” he soothes, lips pressed to the crown of your head as he talks, low and gruff— the way you like it. “theres no rush. just me here, kid. you take what you need.” he speaks, feeling pleased when you moan quietly around his thumb, spitty and gargled. “that’s it.”
your hip movements get a little more repetitive, squeezing and grinding on him slowly in the low light of the living room. “you need my help you just say the word sweetheart i can get you there.” he grumbles into your hairline and you respond with an enthusiastic nod and sniffle. on any other day, frank would tell you to speak up, that if you want something you use your words and ask — but he knew you needed him soft today.
he gently eases his thumb from your mouth, expecting some whiny resistance but not receiving it— instead you press your wet lips against his torso, mouthing at him as you focus on how he feels inside of you. he rubs his fingers together, the copious amounts of bubbly spit lubing them up as he slot a hand between your bodies, rubbing the gooey residue into your needy clit.
you squeeze him hard, slowing your movements a little as you let out a pained kind of howl into his sweater. “shh-shh-shh i know. s’what my girl needed, isn’t it yeah. you cry it out baby. lemme do the work.”
reader goes out with friends and gets tipsy then comes home to frank and is literally PLEADING BEGGING for him to fuck her and oh he DOESSSS
you’d been all over him since you got home. one of those girls nights he hated when you went on. he tried not to be that controlling boyfriend, that wasn’t him— he was secure in himself, and in your relationship. but he knew how unsafe the world was. what kind of people there were out there, waiting for a beautiful girl like you to get drunk and let your guard down.
so he’d been unable to relax all evening. body tense until you giggled your way back through that apartment door. hands on him instantly, lips trying to find his, grinding your body on his. he just didn’t wanna relax, not when you were still all tipsy like this.
“not when you been drinking. glass of water, go.” frank orders, nodding toward the kitchen and you roll your eyes, dramatically.
“you’re no fun.” you pout, but you go anyway.
“yeah yeah.” he dismisses, and he thinks from then on you’d behave. wrong.
he makes the mistake of following you into the kitchen, helping you with the water — and you’re right back at it with the antics. he goes to try and unwind on the couch and you’re following him, touching him, attempting to straddle him.
“what’d i say, huh? i don’t do that when you’ve been drinking. start listenin’.” he warns, but it only turns you on more, biting back your giggles. he licks his lips, holding your lusty gaze for a moment before shaking his head. “unbelievable. m’gonna have a shower. sober up.” he grumbles, pushing off the couch to head to the bathroom.
of course he wanted to give you what you wanted. making you feel good was one of the few things in life that frank found no faults with. it switched everything off— purely focused on his devotion to making you feel beautiful. plus, frank was only a man, and the way you were touching on him, looking at him — it was winding him up. he thought a shower might help, help him relieve some tension in his body.
and it was, the steam and the hot tendrils of water down the scars of his back slowly working out the anxious day he’d had. his head hangs low beneath the water, chest rising and falling with relaxing breaths.
until the shower door slides open, and your naked body slips through the steam and under the hot stream.
“you kiddin’ me?” he groans, watching the water rush down your hair, your back, your ass. you turn to face him, and droplets catch on your pouty lip, a rainfall between your breasts.
“i’m horny.” you beg. “do something. do something.” you grab his hand, pulling it between your legs and he pulls it away, grabbing at your jaw instead.
“told you to go sober up. not changin’ my mind.” he threatens. rejected, you squint at him — all mad and hurt. he watches you struggle for words, ones that’ll get under his skin.
“fine i’ll go and touch myself then. make myself feel good seeing as you’re being a boring old man.” you seethe, childish and bitter. you turn to leave, but he’s got your wrist now, spinning you until your cheek is pressed to the cold tile in one swift movement and your ass is sandwiching his tall cock.
“you got a big mouth, kid. it’s pissin’ me off.” he speaks, beginning to grind himself inbetween your ass cheeks, not giving you any kind of friction that you want. you whine, but you’re happy and he knows that. you’re getting what you want. “think you should put that mouth t’work, don’t you? show me you’re sorry n’i’ll let you have it.” he pulls you back round, easing you to your knees beneath the stream. this wasn’t gonna be pleasant, practically waterboarding yourself for his pleasure.
Getting fussy with frank on a slow morning; kissing the bridge of his nose, his cheeks, jaw, down his chest until your mouthing at him over his pants. literally just laying your head in his lap suckling softly while he uses a big hand to pat at your ass soothingly :((
you’d just woken up with a need for him. not necessarily a need to get fucked, but you weren’t not horny either. too sleepy to distinguish the difference, you just start kissing. anywhere you can reach. (≧◡≦) ♡
franks awake, of course. he wakes up super easily— given the life he’s lead. you feel him smiling when you’re pressing your mouth to his jaw. “you sleep good?” his voice is extra gruff. it makes you want him extra.
“mhm.” you answer is soft, uninterested in talking about sleep. he huffs out a chuckle as you make your way down his chest.
“you ‘least want a cup’a coffee first? hm?” he tilts his head lazily, resting against the pillows as he watches your soft pillowy lips press their way downward. when you peel back the duvet, he cups the back of your head affectionately, stroking it with his thumb. he’s standing upright in his black boxers, but you know he won’t make you get right to work. frank had patience and self discipline like that.
“no… you just woke up needin’ your daddy, that right.” he deadpans with a quiet smirk, watching you nuzzle your cheek against his bulge. you hum with a happy, sleepy nod, pressing your mouth into him. the feeling of his cock in his underwear was so familiar, warm and heavy, you could smell him through the fabric. the fabrics starting to get wet with drool, and your heads getting all fuzzy. “makin’ an old man feel real good sweetheart.” frank relaxes further, resting a hand behind his head as he closes his eyes.
you drag your teeth over the the shape of his balls and smooth it over with your tongue and he winces, hand dragging round to your jaw to hold it softly, thumbing at your chin. “mm. pretty girl.” it’s barely audible, but you hear it. it’s enough to bring your attention to the slick between your thighs.
you push on, becoming obsessed with mouthing at the shape of him until there was precum leaking through the material. frank always got like that. even at his age, he just had so much fucking cum. even so, he doesn’t push. he sighs and groans occasionally, but he lets you get it out your system, gently patting your ass. babying you if anything, letting you play.
until, “f—rank.” it’s a rasped squeak like you hadn’t spoken in 48 hours.
“yeah, angel.”
“can i have… i need you.” is all you need to say to have him softly pull you back up to lay down, body weak and trembly on the mattress as he sits upright, hooking your panties at your hips with his fingers and peeling them down. you’re so wet they stick to you for a moment.
thinking about bunny begging frank to fuck her in a full nelson but she ends up passing out bc she doesn’t tap is shoulder like he asked because she just felt so fuzzy and good
frank talked you through everything first. every little procedure and precaution because he did not wanna hurt you. in hindsight, maybe you should have listened a little better — but you couldn’t help it. you were just so excited. ₊˚⊹♡.
frank kisses the space between your shoulder blades as he pounds your glossy hole from the compromised position. you’re a mess, physically and emotionally as you blubber, the man penetrating you so deep you swore you could feel it in your throat. each time he thrusts inside of you, your glittery anklet jangles with the movement.
you don’t particularly remember it happening. you remember feeling super euphoric one moment, then super dizzy the next — but the good feelings never went away, so you refused to tap out. not when you’d begged. not when it felt this good.
next thing you know, you’re being cradled. you’re not filled anymore but your necks not aching either, and you can feel frank everywhere but inside you. his chest is warm, so are his arms— and you can hear his voice as you slowly come to again.
“hm?” you groan, voice cracking as you try to peep one eye open.
“easy. easy, there we go now, listen to my voice.” you hear, finally managing to peel your eyes open. frank looks concerned, and you know that’s never good.
“why’d it — why did you stop?” you frown, fat pout turning further downwards as you try to sit up. frank adjusts his grip on you so you can’t do so.
“you passed out. maybe some blood… rushed to your head. ‘meanta tell me if you felt dizzy, sweetheart.” he chastises, but you can tell he’s not really mad at you, not when you’re like this.
“jus’ felt really good.” you sigh, smushing your cheek to his chest. frank massages the back of your neck with a characteristic roughness that felt good and equally kept you grounded.
“yeah i bet. in there real deep, hm?” he tilts his head to get a better look at you, his hand reaching down to find your tummy, stroking the spot he knew he reached. you feel your spongy walls squeeze around nothing at the reminder and you sigh, pushing yourself harder against him, mouthing at his hot skin.
“want more.”
“not until you drink this water, yeah? c’mon.” he sits up a little further, reaching for the glass.
poly!marauders x fem!reader who picks the worst time to bring this up [879 words]
CW: implied afab!reader, no smut but discusses smut, reader tells the boys she wants to try anal, Sirius is the only one who manages to keep his cool, discussed anal sex, references prostates, references boners, this is really just comedy but labelled mature due to content
You square your shoulders as you step into the doorway of the kitchen; Remus already in his smart office attire as he fixes himself a cup of tea, James eating his cereal as though there might be a prize for whoever finishes breakfast first, and Sirius who looks far more casual than the other two as he scrolls through his phone all gathered at the kitchen table.
You suck in a breath and brave yourself.
“I want to try anal.” You announce to the room; a bomb detonating the second the words leave your lips which leaves a wake of destruction in its path.
James nearly inhales his spoon and begins choking as a result — Sirius now responsible for thwumping him on the back in hopes of dislodging whatever might be stuck in his airway — and Remus’ cup and saucer clatter together before his tea ends up arse over tits and staining the table cloth beneath it.
You wonder for a moment if you should go back into the hallway and rehearse this again.
“You-” James tries, bringing a fresh wave of tears to his eyes which encourages Sirius to resume his quasi-heimlich maneuver, thwumping when a new round of coughing begins.
“I…want to try anal.” You try again, less sure this time now that you have three boys looking at you like you’ve grown a second head.
Remus’ mouth opens as though he’s about to say something, but it’s James who lets out a choked “why?”
“Well…” You have to admit, this is not the way you imagined this conversation going; although, you also have to admit that you never really imagined how this conversation was going to go beyond you getting your own bit out. “Well, you guys do it!”
Remus’ eyebrows disappear into his hairline as James gapes at you.
Sirius, for his part, manages to laugh; half disbelieving, half intrigued.
“Well, sweetheart, you may have noticed that the three of us have one less hole to be used in such a manner?”
Your arms — which had been stationed on your hips as you stood in some faux power stance — end up crossed in front of you as you shift on your feet.
“Well, how hard can it be?” You ask, James tilting his head at you as he takes slow, deliberate sips of his water. “Boys do it.”
This serves to nearly have James choking once again as Remus’ head rears back in surprise and Sirius cocks an eyebrow at you.
“Are you trying to kill me?” James manages as Sirius barks a laugh.
“Where is this coming from, dollface?” Sirius chuckles, his mouth hanging open as if this is the most fun he’s had in forever; one boyfriend frozen in shock and the other in immediate danger of asphyxiation as his girlfriend stands floundering in the doorway.
“I just… want to try! You guys do it all the time.” You try to reason, though it comes out accusatory.
“Right…” Sirius allows, stealing a glance at Remus before returning his attention to you. “But you do know that we have a spot up our arse that you don't, which makes any possible discomfort worth it?”
You deflate a little, unlocking your knee and cocking your hip as you lean against the doorway and mull this all over.
“What the fuck is happening right now?” James murmurs rhetorically, all three boys still staring at you in various degrees of incredulity.
“Listen, I’m not trying to dissuade you.” Sirius allows, and his easy almost excited smile keeps the little moth circling around the flame of intrigue in your chest. “I’m just…surprised is all.”
Yes, well, you are a little bit too if you’re being quite honest. But you decide that changes nothing.
“I want to try.”
You’re either cheated out of a response or the boys are saved from having to give one when Remus’ alarm goes off signalling it’s time for him to leave for work.
”Way to go, gorgeous; you’ve broken Moony.” Sirius teasingly chides; standing in order to grab your still comatose boyfriend a to-go cup for a fresh cup of tea. “And he’s got that important meeting today.”
”Fuck.” Remus hisses, remembering to be stressed about the proposal he was presenting today.
“Right, so can we talk about this later when it’s a more appropriate time to have a hard on?” Sirius asks you as he wordlessly passes Remus his travel mug.
”I need to go take another shower…” James muses mostly to himself as he stands to put his bowl and spoon in the sink.
“Make it a cold one, Jamie; I can see you from here.” Sirius lies as James readjusts himself, letting out an exasperated sigh even though he presses a kiss to your head as he walks stiffly past you.
“This conversation isn’t over, dove.” Remus threatens as he presses his own kiss to your temple, exiting the kitchen as Sirius scoffs incredulously.
”What conversation?” He screeches. “You sat there staring at her the whole time!”
The front door closes behind Remus as you hear the shower start running, turning to look at Sirius who is playfully shaking his head at you.
“Well,” you let out with a breath, smiling back at him, “I think that went well, yeah?”
hi!! just dropping this here as you asked: i'd love something relating to smoking with remus x reader, preferably set during hogwarts years. thanks again for considering this! <3
Thanks lovely <3
cw: smoking
Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 757 words
It’s a clear night. The moon is bright and high, casting a sweet blue light onto the wood floors of the astronomy tower. A cool breeze comes in through the arched openings and swirls through the space.
“Thought I might find you here.”
Your head turns abruptly. You’re sitting sideways on one of the metal railings, and you inhale smoke too fast in your surprise.
“Merlin’s pants, Remus,” you cough. “You have a tracking charm on me or something?”
Remus’ lips tug at how close to the truth you are without knowing. Though, really, he didn’t need the map to know you’d be here tonight.
“Lucky guess,” he says. “You know, you don’t have to come up here everytime you want a smoke. You could just crack a window in your dorm like the rest of us.”
No sooner do you recover from your fit than you’re bringing the cigarette to your lips again. “My roommate doesn’t like the smell.”
Remus tsks. He goes to join you, setting his elbows on the railing rather than balancing atop it the way you have. “I really ought to stop selling to you. You’re getting as bad as me.”
“Are you so bad?” you ask in a sweet tone. Remus feels warmth come to his cheeks despite the chill. “Besides, I don’t hear you bemoaning the fourth years getting dependent on your business.”
That much is true. Remus doesn’t sell to third years or younger, but everyone else is fair game; he doesn’t concern himself with what they do with the cigarettes once they have them, or how quickly they come back for more. You’re a different case.
The breeze picks up. Remus notes the way you pull your shoulders in close.
“Why would you come up here without a jumper?” he scolds, tugging his over his head.
“No, stop that. I’m fine.”
“Just take it.”
“Why should you be cold because of my lack of forethought?”
Remus can think of about a thousand reasons, but the one he says aloud is, “Because I run hot.”
It’s a dim-witted thing to mention. Remus hopes you won’t make any connections between his confession and what you learned in DADA a few years back, but something about you makes him take the risk. When you only eye him dubiously, he goes on in hopes of erasing it.
“I’m not putting it back on, so if you don’t then neither of us will get to use it.”
You roll your eyes and extend your cigarette. “Hold this.”
Remus does so happily, trading you for the jumper. He really had no ulterior motives behind having you wear it, but once it’s on it sparks a ridiculous, tender warmth in his chest. He wonders if he can contrive a way to fill your closet with his jumpers so you wear them all of the time. Maybe if he pitches it to his friends as a prank…
“You want some?” you nod to the cigarette burning between his fingers.
“That’s alright.” Remus holds it out. “I’ve got plenty. And you paid for it.”
You take it back. “Oh, come on.” You smile as you bring it to your lips. “I know you charge five quid for these, and you only make me pay three.”
It’s true. Remus really should stop doing that, if he wants to dissuade you from bad habits. But he never can seem to help giving you special treatment.
“You’ll be paying full price from now on,” he fibs.
The cherry lights your eyes, making them appear to dance with amusement. “Liar.”
Remus pretends to hold his ground for a handful of moments. It’s a nice excuse to look at you. You’re a lovely sight, lit silvery blue by the moon and with smoke blowing from between your lips. You hold his gaze. Suddenly, having something that’s touched that mouth seems an inspired idea.
“Alright.” Remus beckons. “Let’s have it.”
You pass it to him with something like triumph in your expression. Tingles run all the way up his arm at the brush of his fingers against yours. Remus is painfully conscious of the feel of the filter paper between his lips, of your eyes on the side of his face as he inhales. He’s never felt more self-conscious taking a drag in his life.
“You know,” he says around the cigarette, “I ought to finish this for you, and then cut you off.”
“Remus,” you say, teasing, “you’d only give me the next pack for two quid.”
is it bad that i wanna watch shane beat the hell out of someone for trying to put their hands on me and then kiss the living shit out of him while he’s still all bloody and angry and out of breath and mumble thank yous in between and his gripping onto you for dear life to ground himself after the amount of anger he just unleashed
tw violence and mentions of domestic abuse !
thinking about having an argument with shane in s1 — so you’re upset and angry and he’s off somewhere stewing, spending some time apart. you’re helping out carol washing clothes at the lake when ed starts his usual antics.
you're usually shy, rather meek like carol herself — but seeing ed come over and speak to her that way ignited something in you, especially when your emotions were already running high.
“don’t speak to her like that.” you frown, glancing over your shoulder at ed, not wanting trouble particularly but not willing to stay silent. carol keeps her eyes cast down, so you continue on with washing the clothes.
“‘suggest you mind your own business.” he spits, coming closer. you feel carol tense beside you and you turn around to look up at where he’s standing.
“no. i’m here, and i don’t like the way you’re speaking to her. carols my friend.” you defend, and the woman glances at you with a small thankful smile.
“i don’t give two flyin’ fucks what you like, slut. don’t need my wife hanging out with some floozy anyway. shane ain’t here to protect you so you oughta just move along now.” he raises his voice slightly, and carol flinches— ducking her head down slightly and placing a hand on your arm to silently tell you to yield in order to protect you. feeling emotional as is, you stand — facing off with him. he was way bigger than you, but you couldn’t face being spoken to that way.
“excuse me? no— you don’t speak to me that way and you don’t speak to carol that way okay it’s not ri—” your words are cut short by a hard slap across your face, hard enough to send you to the floor causing carol to shriek, fumbling to cradle you. you swear a second goes by, and ed opens his mouth to speak as you hold your face in tearful shock — when suddenly the man is being barrelled to the ground, climbed on top of and beat viciously by shane himself.
“you wanna do that again? huh? huh?” shane yells, attracting the attention of wanderers around the camp. “you feel like a big man now? pickin’ on someone half your size?”
“shane! stop!” carol sobs, wavering between holding you like you were her own daughter and running over to stop him.
“i’ll kill you, don’t think i won’t — don’t think i won’t put a bullet through that thick skull now.” he’s growling, snarling, borderline drooling as he beats ed bloody until he’s barely recognisable. you’re in shock as you watch him — having no idea he was even around to see the whole thing go down. it seemed shane was always watching, always protecting you and saving you when you least expect it.
rick hears the commotion and comes running over, skidding to a stop with lori close behind. “shane! that’s quite enough!” he hollers, and shane takes a moment to slow down— gripping the barely conscious man by the lapels and yanking him up slightly to make eye contact.
“now you touch my girl, your wife, your daughter — hell, anyone on this camp again and i swear to you i will do it i will put that bullet through your brain and laugh as i do so— do you hear me?”
the man can barely speak, so he nods. shane drops him, wiping his bloody hands down his pants, sparing a glance your way before striding off toward his tent.
after asking if carol is okay, and filling rick in on what happened — you run after shane, following him into the tent where he’s pacing back and forth, wiping his hands over his face. he freezes when you enter, but after a second of staring you’re on him in a second, lips smushed to him, hands grabbing at his clothes.
“woah woah woah now— you— y-you—” he grumbles against your mouth and you shake your head, pulling back to look at him.
“thank you. thank you.” you whisper breathlessly. shane presses his forehead to yours for a moment before he kisses you this time — hard, forceful. he caresses your jaw and your neck gently as his lips move to your ear, hands grappling with removing your top.
“i ain’t gonna let anyone touch you. ever— you get that?” he groans and you press your crotch against his thigh, desperately trying to gain any friction whilst you pull urgently at his belt.
“mhm— take it out on me shane, fuck out the anger.” you whimper, and he’s nearly winded — never hearing you talk so dirty before. he blinks at you as he undoes his own belt, nodding frantically.
“yeah? yeah? should fuck that dirty mouth of yours too. keep my sweet girl in check.”
sharing a tent with shane and him insisting you both sleep with no clothes on because obviously skin to skin contact is the best way to stay warm and obviously she agrees because he clearly knows what he’s talking about.
the two of you had gotten separated whilst looking for sophia, and it was way too late to head back now — so you decided to set up camp. you wouldn’t admit it, but you secretly liked it. you got shane all to yourself, just for the night. usually, he was busy with running around the farm, always doing, always helping, even if he did so with that mean mug. now, your shared tent was parked by a lake. essentially a huge ditch in the ground, the only way to get down there was very careful climbing — meaning if a walker was to come around, it would have to plummet and roll down the side of the hill. you’d hear it. this made you feel safe… safer, because with shane you always felt protected.
your trail of thoughts are broken by the man himself once he finishes setting up the tent, insisting you don’t help him. he liked to do stuff like that. do all the manly stuff whilst you sit and rest your feet — it’s the way he thought things should be, so he was happy to occasionally miss out on a teaching moment with you to let you rest. you were sitting, dipping your sore feet into the cool water when he calls your name, standing there, leaning on his hip.
“beds all ready. come get ready to sleep, waking you up at first light tomorrow n’ i want you to be ready.” he nods you over, a smile poking the corners of his lips when you instantly hop up and come over— completely submissive to anything he asks of you. you looked perfectly content there, by the water, looking at the stars that were beginning to show themselves. he could have let you have a few more minutes, but even so, you were just… content with listening to him. he pats your ass in silent praise as you pass him and head into the tent.
“just one sleeping bag tonight?” you turn to look at shane, now lit by warm, dim hanging torches as he enters behind you, closing up the tent door.
“had to give the other to daryl.” he explains and you nod, looking around at the small cozy den he’d set up. as you look around, shane is eyeing you. the way your tiny denim shorts cling to your ass, the way your tank top sticks to your skin from a long day, strap lazily slipping off your shoulder. “gonna be a lil’ chillier tonight… alright? think it’s best we… get this off. share some body heat.” shane emerges up behind you, plucking at your tank top in gesture for you to remove it. anyone else might’ve realised it was a come-on, that he was simply finding a way for you to get your kit off — but not you, no. you turn to him with the most endearing doe eyes and nod.
“that makes sense.”
shane strips off whilst you search the bag for your water bottle, the man climbing into the sleeping bag and sitting propped up just a little as he watches you, eyes filled with tired awe as you sip, before placing the steel bottle down on the ground. you look at him, the way the sleeping bag cover hangs just below his hips, the sight mouthwatering just at the suggestion of what is hidden beneath. you giggle to yourself, trying to ignore the warmth and moisture growing between your legs as you pull off your shorts with your underwear, along with your top.
“atta girl.” shane licks his lips with a mischievous smile, holding his arms out in gesture for you to join him.
you crawl into the sleeping bag with him— the bed big enough for the two of you but small enough for you to have to cuddle up to the man. these days, with the way everything was — surprisingly it didn’t take shane much to get him excited, cock already hardening beneath the sheet at the feeling of you snuggling up to his side, plush tits against his rib cage. your delicate fingers come up, fiddling with the emblem on the gold chain around his neck.
“s’not that cold. temperature only dropped a little bit.” you question him quietly, and he stops biting the inside of his mouth to keep from grinning, instead just letting it loose.
“yeah…yeah i may have overshot on the weather forecast… just to get you out them clothes…” he side eyes you with a smirk and you bite your lip, stifling a shy giggle as you draw your thigh over his. he licks his lips when he feels your wet cunt against the firm muscle of his leg.
“you didn’t like my outfit?” you bat your eyelashes, the innocence turned to faux-innocence, teasing him. shane’s hand snakes around the small of your back, drawing you closer.
“oh i liked it. little too much, i think. ‘ass like that in those shorts would distract any grown man, tell you that for free.” he admits and you giggle some more, lightly shoving him. he catches your wrist, and the two of you slow to look at eachother before he pulls you in, kissing you, letting his tongue roll over yours.
to match this, as if you can’t help yourself you start to roll your hips against his leg as the kiss gets more and more aggressive on shane’s end — what was soft and passionate now heading towards needy and lustful. he pats your ass, urging you to straddle him as he moves the covers out the way. leaking against his stomach, his thick cock stands upwards, practically begging for you.
“got somethin’ else i think you’d rather grind on. c’mon up.” he grumbles, and you don’t deny him— straddling so that your slick was sat directly on his shaft, rolling your hips over it until each time his tip slid right onto your sensitive bud. you wince, spread wide on him and he sits back, admiring — one strong arm outstretched to grope the fat of your tit. “yeah. thas it— want you to cum on it like that, ‘you do that for me babygirl? you wanna make me proud n’do that for me?” he tilts his head characteristically and you nod, mewling as you lean forward, humping on his cock ‘til it was soaked in you, the strong man beneath you jerking his hips just a little to meet your grinds.
you try to stifle your moans, for safety sake — and shane helps you out by shoving a thumb in your mouth. you suck, lashes fluttering and he can tell from the way your holes clench around nothing that you liked it. “oh yeah— bad girl likes that, huh. yeah. needed this, di’nt you. needed some relief, for your big man to make it all better. huh? you gonna be a good girl and cum on this thick cock?” shane asks, and you know from the type of man he is — he actually wants an answer.
“y—yes. feels so good, sir!” you squeak, slurred and drooly around his thumb.
“thats right. ain’t even gotta fuck you to get you cummin’. come on then baby. give it to me. get it nice n’wet so i can stuff it in you.”
with a mouth like that, you were surprised you didn’t attract any walkers with the orgasm you had.
marauders x afab!reader who is theirs to use [1.5k words]
prompt: Idk if i should send it here or to the main blog but for freeuse, I would looove to see poly!m just rotating out with r who is like sitting on the couch reading or watching tv, and they just take turns like its the most normal domestic thing
CW: fem!reader, free use/open consent, CNC, brief somnophilia, shower sex, p in v smut, exhibitionism. I made remus a little bashful in this because it felt right for the moment. I don't specify the relationship status of anyone in this fic - reader clearly lives with the boys but has her own room, the boys aren't necessarily together but there's nothing to say that they couldn't be
You woke up feeling very warm all over and a heaviness settled in the very centre of your being. You gasped at the unsettling sensation of dampness between your thighs, horrified to think you had wet the bed in your sleep.
“Sh, sh, angel. You’re alright, m’almost done.” James murmured into your ear, lips tickling your ear as he did so, alerting you to the fact that he was very close to you.
No, not close to you; inside of you.
“Jamie?” You moan, moving to shift but unable to on account of the way his body was stationed atop yours — bracketing you in his embrace. You were still in a semi-fetal position; your legs curled into your chest as you clung to the pillow under your head.
“Hi sweetness.” He grunted, pressing a conciliatory kiss to your temple as he let out a heavy breath. “Just wanted - fuck - just wanted a quick one before my run.”
A breath escaped you that quickly turned into something close to a moan; pleasure starting to take over in your sleep-addled brain when you came to recognize what was happening.
You had an agreement with the boys — your advanced consent meant that your door was open to them whenever it struck their fancy. You were free to rescind any time, of course, but you found that it was easier this way. You also had to admit that you often enjoyed it, too.
You took a moment to think about how sweet James had been about it; he often woke up before dawn to go for a run before he started his day, and though he had wanted to get a quick one in, he had worked so hard to ensure he didn’t wake you up — leaving you in your sleeping position as he gently prepared you for his cock — only managing to rouse you when he was close to finishing.
His breathing hitched as his movements quickly followed; hips stuttering as he pumped into you once more, twice more, before a low groan tore from his lips and he spilled inside of you.
“Thank you, baby.” James hushed as he pressed another sloppy kiss to your temple. “Thank you. So good; you always feel so good, my sweet girl.”
Likely just as gently as he had treated you in your slumber, he carefully pulled out his slowly deflating cock from your folds. “You okay? Do you need anything? Water? Want me to help you to the bathroom? Get you cleaned up?”
You couldn’t help but laugh at that, feeling some of his cum spilling out of you at the action. “Go for your run, James.”
You couldn’t bring yourself to lift your head and look at him, but you could feel the smile on his face as he leaned down to press one more kiss to your temple before you heard him pull his boxers back on and exit your room.
You probably got an hour or two of uninterrupted sleep after seeing yourself to the bathroom – thank you very much, James – before you decided to start your day with a shower, still feeling slightly sticky from your early morning fuck.
You had been rinsing the suds from your hair when you heard a rap on the door.
“Yeah?”
You were met with the sound of the door opening a crack, and you could almost picture the head of tawny curls peeking around the corner at the mindful “Dove? Can I come in?”
A smile took over your face uninhibitedly as you continued your task, telling him that he could.
You listened to the sound of the door to the bathroom click shut and then waited for more.
And waited and waited and waited.
“Rem?”
“Yeah?”
You pulled the shower curtain aside to expose Remus – fiddling with the waistband of his pyjama bottoms as he chewed on his bottom lip – pausing in his movements to fluster under your gaze.
“Remus.” You chided, though your tone was laced with fondness as you shook your head at him. “How long have we been doing this, hm?”
He managed to chuckle at himself but resumed fiddling with his drawstrings as he looked down at the tiled floor.
“This was why we made this arrangement, yeah? So that you wouldn’t have to ask?” You reminded him with a smile.
“Right, yeah.”
His cheeks were a beautiful pink, and you felt so much affection for the usually very tactful man currently flustering at the thought of asking you if you could please fuck him.
Shit, he was so sweet.
You pulled the shower curtain open the rest of the way – exposing your soaking wet body to both Remus and the cool air of the bathroom which saw goosebumps form and your nipples perk in response – as water continued cascading over your frame.
“Come on then, handsome.” You invited with a tilt of your head.
Remus wasted no time ridding himself of his pyjamas and joining you under the steamy spray of the shower, his mouth latching onto yours as he devoured you hungrily before he quickly moved on to fuck you against the tiled shower wall.
You stood in the kitchen – clad in only an oversized sleep shirt and a pair of knickers – leaning against the counter as you willed the coffee machine to brew faster; your slowly drying hair leaving wet patches on the shoulders of your shirt.
“Hey, angel.” James greeted as he walked in, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head and giving your bum a squeeze as he snuck past you to sit at the island. “Hope you got a bit more sleep after I left this morning.”
“Yeah I did.” You replied around a yawn, causing him to laugh.
“Yeah? Could have fooled me.” He teased around a bite of an apple. “What? Did you find someone else in your bed afterwards?”
“Shower.” You corrected, and James hummed in understanding.
“Rem?” He confirmed, carrying on when you nodded your head in the affirmative. “Awe, he was worried about the proposal he had to present today. You’re so sweet, lovely, taking care of your boys like that, hm?”
You smiled down at the marble counter as you felt your cheeks warm, saved from having to make an intelligent response by a tousled haired Sirius who looked anything but pleased at his current consciousness. Though his face seemed to soften ever so slightly when he spotted you leaning against the counter.
“Morning, grumpy.” You greeted him with a smile, that smile growing at his grumble of protest as he sidled up behind you and draped himself over your form; his face shoved into your neck and his hands locked around your waist.
“How do you manage to get the most hours of sleep every night out of all of us and still wake up miserable?” James laughed. Sirius, for his part, merely grumbled in response as he tightened his hold on you, his hips rolling ever so slightly which alerted you to the fact that he was currently swelling beneath his boxers.
You hadn’t a moment to comment on it, though, as his hands quickly weaseled their way under the hem of your shirt and he began sucking lazy marks into your neck.
“Oh, Pads, come on.” James laughed. “The poor girl's been harassed twice already this morning and she hasn’t even had her coffee yet.”
Sirius let out a petulant huff but did pause, drawing back from your neck and leaning over to make eye contact with you; a question.
You could tell he was giving you his best puppy dog eyes, but there was also an earnest concern marked by a divot between his brows at the possibility you might not be up for it.
You rolled your eyes in faux resignation as you turned to brace yourself against the counter with both elbows, spreading your feet shoulder-width apart.
“Fuck yes.” Sirius moaned as he reattached himself to you, James muttering an “oh for fucks sake” at the same time as he moved to take over the preparation of your coffee for you.
“Waffles, angel?” James asked, moving to the freezer to procure the waffles as Sirius shifted your panties aside to gather some of your wetness on his fingers, using it to slick up his prick as he gave it a few tugs.
“Yes, please.” You murmured, hissing when you felt the hot tip of Sirius’ cock prodding your hole. You felt your own heat flood to your entrance, a welcome help in Sirius’ endeavour.
“So good to your boys, aren’t you?” Sirius murmured into your ear as he sunk the rest of his way in; his hand on your hip a grounding pressure as his other hand massaged your breast.
Yes, you silently agreed as you were bent over the counter so Sirius could set up a steady pace, I’m so good to my boys.
i know frankie’s got a little 🤏🤏 housewife kink and definitely can’t get enough of seeing you cooking him a home cooked meal when he gets home 🙂↕️🙂↕️ bro goes crazyyyyyyyyy
you nearly burn yourself on the pan when you hear his voice, you didn’t hear him come in — too lost in your own daydream.
“all that for me?” he smirks, voice husky from a long day. you turn around, and he’s standing tall — all big and head to toe in black, infact he still had his boots on, giving him an extra inch or two.
“i wasn’t expecting you!” you giggle, swanning around the counter top after placing the pan down to greet him. your core warms at the way his eyes rake over you, infact you feel yourself get warm in the face as you approach him for a hug, nearly forgetting that you were wearing this tiny-silk-nightie number. you go to bury yourself against him but he steps back, coarse hands holding you at arms length, so gentle with you despite knowing what he gets up to. “woah, woah, woah woah — now, w—wait a minute yeah?” his smirk only grows, taking his time in looking at you.
“frankie, hug me.” you try to pout, but the embarrassed smile slips through. he obliges, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing.
“mm.” he hums, before pulling back once more to softly grab your hand and twirl you. “lookin’ pretty. this new?”
“it is, do you like it?” you smooth your hands down yourself in a way he deems totally adorable, peering up at him through your lashes for his approval.
“like it?” he backs you up against the counter, still unable to keep his eyes off your body. his hands are at your hips now, caressing, massaging. “yeah. yeah i fuckin’ like it baby.”
you glance shyly to the left at the steam flowing from the pan. “dinner is nearly ready…”
“yeah?” he responds like he’s not listening at all as he turns you round, flat of his hand carefully pushing your back down to bend you over the counter. you shudder at the feeling of the cold marble on your front, nipples pebbling through your dress. not that he could see, he was staring at your ass peeking out the bottom of your nightie from your compromised position, pressing his jean clad crotch to it. innocently, you turn to watch him over your shoulder.
“s—s’gunna burn—maybe…”
“nah… it’s good, i got my eye on it.” he totally lies, pushing your nightie up to your hips. “fuck, seein’ you like this sweetheart. drives me fuckin’ crazy.”
you suck on your bottom lip, feeling your underwear grow all hot and wet beneath his lustful gaze. the smallest whimper leaves you as you round your hips, rubbing against him like a kitten in heat. “seein’— seein’ you lookin’ after an old man like me… puttin’ a hot meal on the table for me when i get home… walkin’ around lookin’ this… this beautiful? ch’yeah. gets me hard as a fuckin’ rock baby.” he doesn’t have to tell you, because you can feel him against your ass cheek, even through the strain of his jeans.
“do it for you, frank…” you mewl, pressing your cheek to the counter now, pushing more against him trying to aim the swell of your cunt to brush up against his bulge.
“well i’m gonna put a god damn ring on that little finger, how’d you like that huh? that what you want?” he gruffs as he kicks your feet apart, the sound of his belt buckle having a pavlovian effect on you, urging you to drool from both pair of lips.
using frank’s big, heavy balls to rub your clit and him coming on your pussy from the sight of it then fucking his cum back inside
a/n: sliiightly changed the sluttiness, hope that's okay. i swear, i read it so closely, but i think it might have scrambled my horny brain too much because when i sat down to write it, it unfolded slightly differently (still very close, he just doesn't cum from the sight, he just came and then he starts the whole fantasy)
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“O-oh my g-god!” you trembled against the sheets as Frank’s weight lightened and he sat back to marvel at the masterpiece he had just painted on your pussy.
“Damn, sweetheart…” you heard him groan, giving his only half-softened girth a generous squeeze before swiping the bulbous head through his load that glistened on your fluttering pussy. Your frame twitched and jumped lightly at the overstimulation as he rubbed his cum further into your puffy petals.
His movements soon became so broad that the entirety of his length slid through your folds, up over your sensitive clit and against the lower part of your stomach, smirking at how exceptionally deep he had been just moments before. But when you felt the weight of him against your lower belly, just before he scooped down to repeat the lavish pattern, so too did you feel a different heft rut against your buzzing pearl, a sensation that caused your hazy eyes to roll in your skull.
Craning down to steal a sloppy peck from your lips, you moaned into his mouth as he purposely nuzzled his heavy sack against your clit.
“You like that, huh?” he chuckled thickly at your reaction, his sturdy nose grazing against your own, “I thought you were done. I thought you said it was too much and that you just couldn’t take it anymore,” peeling himself off of you once more, he leaned back and tapped the weight of him against your collective mess, “and now you’re fucking purring like I didn’t just cum on your pretty pussy. What am I gonna do with you, huh?” he smiled down you and you felt his palm run up your shivering frame.
Swiping his thumb across your core, he didn’t clean his cum off of you, but scooped it further down towards your entrance.
Spreading you wide with his digits, you felt the tip of him tease your quivering hole, “you want more, hm? You want me to fuck my cum deep inside of you? Is one load just not enough for my girl today? Because I can keep going, baby. I can keep going till you fucking pass out…”
needddd to spend a lazy day with frankie and be glued to his side all day 🙂↕️🙂↕️
frank is so the type to always wanna be on his feet doing something, walking around fixing things around your apartment that need repairing until there’s nothing left to fix. but today, you had him glued to your side on the couch after the worlds longest week, drifting in and out of naps with the tv humming peacefully in the background.
his gruff voice wakes you up, it’s so gentle still — you can even hear the smile without looking at him.
“c’mon — y’killing this old man, i gotta move around baby you know me. how ‘bout we go get some noodles from down the street. the place you like. what’you say, huh?” he gives you a light jostle with his arm and you whine in response, squeezing your eyes shut as you curl more into him. he huffs out a chuckle. “really? it’s that bad?”
waking yourself up, you stretch before sitting up to be eye level with him. you haven’t used your voice in a while so it’s all croaky and broken, which he finds adorable. as you speak he brushes a thumb over your jaw.
“how about… we order food here. so we don’t have to move… and i can continue cuddling you. ‘cos you’re warm.” you smile sweetly, knowing it won’t take much to convince him. you were spoiled after all. he tilts his head, mirroring your smile.
“yeah? that what you want, lazy bones?”
“mhm.” you nod, victorious and he shakes his head, smirk lingering as he reaches his arm out to your side.
“hows pizza then? that way i can pay in cash.” frank didn’t like having a card, didn’t like how trackable they were.
“pizza sounds yummy. ‘long as you don’t order pineapple on yours again.”
he heaves out another chuckle as he dials the number into the landline, shooting you a playful look. “n’what if i do, lil’ girl?”
you’d usually have a smart and silly quip-back ready in return, but the ‘lil girl’ nickname silenced you enough, muddling your brain for enough time to let him win.
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