#c:peter

[sm0kebreaks]

i revised my canon elias design lately

[courtesons]

for @arkhospheleteon who sent in: “Tell me how you want me to fuck you.” from Tony to Peter.

Peter felt a wave of a lot of emotions as those words slipped past Tony Stark's lips. There was excitement and arousal no doubt, as well as a mixture of need, shock and a little humiliation as those cheeks of Peter's turned a pretty shade of pink. His breath felt like it left his body and for a moment he was left speechless, just staring at Tony as if he could get lost in the man's eyes.

"I-I...Mi-Mister Stark..." He'd babbled, falling back on calling the man that whenever he was overwhelmed like this. Tony had so much more experience, the man had likely done it all and Peter felt so...vanilla, so much of a novice in comparison. What could he say that wouldn't be boring to the man? Other than the fact he wanted Tony to teach him so many things, help him discover every different kink that thrilled Tony to no end. He wanted to be taught and explored and had his strength, flexibility and stamina pushed to the edge until the only thought in his head was Tony...

"I...want...I can't, I can't just say one thing or one way because there's so much I want..." He babbled, gazing up at him with those doe like eyes. "I...I want you to teach me so much, please. I want you to...fuck me until all I can think about is you. I want...I just want you, so badly" He admitted and fumbled with his words. Blushing with shy shame but his eyes showed so much need. "Please...help me out here, you know so much more than me about this stuff. What...what do you want?"

[galahadsboy]

Muse: Peter Parker

Plot: Peter has been interviewing for a job and it had been going well until he stuck his foot in it.

Open to: Men, interviewer (over video), room mate, something else.

"Yeah, thats good, um I can't get up and get that at the moment. Well I can but you'll have to excuse me" he said as he stood up revealing that although he had a suit and looked professional from the waist up underneath he was only in his black boxer briefs. "The washing machine at the Landry mat ate my pants." he admitted putting his leg on the chair.

[galahadsrpboy]

@divineandmundane

continued from here

Peter grinned as he wasn't dismissed so quickly. "I've done a couple of coding classes but its not my expertise. I'm willing to learn though." he said stretching the back of his head.

[touchofsomething]

@ragtagrunaways asked for a starter with this from Brian

Brian had always liked spending time with his brother-in-law Peter. The man usually only visited for the holidays, but with his wife taking their daughter to stay with her grandmother for a few weeks Brian appreciated the company.

A little weed, a lot of alcohol, an somehow Brian was lying on his side with Peter's cock in his mouth and his own down the other's throat. As he licked the tip he did his best to try and mimic Peter's actions as he only had the briefest of experiences with anyone's dick besides his own.

"Is it good?"

[jasonsboys]

for @wickedlydirtymen: "your face would look better between my legs"

Peter didn't come to the frat house often, mostly because that was Jason's terf and Peter was definitely not a member. Even if his brother had been trying to get him to come to some of the parties but given that Peter was squarely on the 'nerd' side of the social clicks, it never seemed like a great idea. But here he was today, mostly to pick up a few things for Jason. Since he'd moved in with Alistair this semester it meant he didn't need as much stuff at the frat and he'd bugged Peter to go collecting instead. He really shouldn't let Jason talk him into stuff so easily.

But here he was in Jason's room, putting a few things away when Nick had shown up. He knew Nick better than most of the frat guys, given he was pretty much Jason's best friend. He was nice enough to Peter, friendly even and giving him the occiasional nickname but he'd always assumed that the guy didn't think about him much. He'd been half chatting to Nick as he'd packed things away, making some half lame excuse why he wasn't at the latest party. Probably mid ramble, as he was prone to do when he heard the words -

Or at least he thought he heard it, maybe the loudness from the guys on the ground floor had made him mishear. But either way it causes him to drop the things he'd been carrying and nearly strip over himself as he looked back with a deer in the headlights expression. "So-Sorry, uh, what?"

[devilhvrns]

@anunkindncss sent [ STORM ]: when the two of them get caught outside in a rainstorm, the receiver uses an umbrella/jacket as a shelter, which the sender shares with them, causing the receiver to be confronted with the truth of their relationship with the sender. from Peter

'Thanks,' Molly smiled as Peter pulled an umbrella out, shielding both of them from the sudden downpour that came from the sky. Forcing them to stand closer as they walked, the red head bumped his shoulder with her own on accident, causing butterflies to bounce along in her stomach. Feelings had slowly been forming for the man beside her. Every time he came to her needing to be patched up from whatever scrap he'd gotten himself into, Molly knew that she could never be just friends with Peter Parker. 'Hey Pete?' She said suddenly, chewing on her lower lip and looking over to him. 'You know I like you don't you?'

[evangeline-huntington]

Evie softened at his doting on his daughter - it reminded her of the way her papa had treated her as a child (and Evan, even will into his adult years). Who was she to judge anyone, especially a parent, when their love shone so clearly to the world? She was happy to tend to the girl's every selection, setting the bowl on the counter, and finishing it off with a decorative chocolate coin. "There you are, little one," she said, presenting her with her dessert, "both hands, now."

With the pots already warmed with water, Evie dumped out the pot and took the boiling kettle from the clay fire hole over the ovens. "Trust me, you'll be pleasantly surprised, my father designed the combination himself."

Setting four biscuits on a saucer, she smiled at his comment, delivering the plate to a nearby table where they could eat together. "It's not exactly scientific, but, I find children respond well when they're encouraged to simply be children," she chuckled. "It helps that I relate to those childlike impulses of indulgence and pleasure." Evie measured the tea leaves and poured them into the pot. She brought it to the table, along with a cup, saucer, and strainer. "It must be wonderful having a child around all the time. They do seem to lift the spirits of the home, don't they?"

A PRAGMATIC MAN, PIET WAS ALWAYS FOCUSED ON THE TASK AT HAND NO MATTER WHAT IT WOULD BE. At work he would be stoic, firm yet hard-working leader responsible for the port and docks running and knowing everything about it and the staff he hired. The new role in society as a married man and now a family one he presented with warmth and encouragement especially when with the young child he had accompanied. Smiling and encouraging her to pick her favourite cheats to gain a trusting relationship that would be of value when the girls father would take a turn.

“I think she will gladly be back everyday and I cannot deny a sweet face, so it is my coin gladly spent on such treats if it makes her happy. Earl grey would be marvellous. I normally take it black but it seems today is a day for trying new things. You must be very popular with the children with your sweet treats, the ones before we came in looked very excited.”

[roguexpogue]

@byronlc liked for a starter

"What do we do now? The cops are going to be here any minute? Uh we got to think of a plan. Throw a box full of nails down on the road. Pop the tires."

[sm0kebreaks]

evil men who are in love

[courtesons]

for @nat-muses

Peter had been working at this particular bar for a few months now, mostly just as a server though occasionally having to play host as well. There were plenty of regulars, most he'd become familiar with but one in particular had stuck out to him. A guy by the name of Sean, he didn't necessarily say much to Peter but he always felt the man's eyes on him as he was working yet oddly it never made him uncomfortable like some lingering gazes could. If anything it make him blush a little and the man always made sure to tip him well which he'd appreciated.

Tonight just so happened to be one of those busier nights with more than a few more demanding and rowdy patrons that Peter did his best to grin and bear - one in particular who was crossing more than a couple boundaries. But eventually he found his way to Sean's table, his curls a bit of a mess from the franticness of the day. "Sorry for making you wait Sir" He apologized, sheepish smile. "Is there anything I can get you in particular for tonight? The usual?"

[courtesons]

Surreal, that was the only word for it. Peter couldn't even begin to fathon how this had happened. How his professor who was known for being brilliant as he was strict, the man half the student base had a thing for - had Peter like this. On his knees, eyes wet and face flushed as he tried his best to take the cock down his throat. The loud sounds of the occasional spluttering or gagging sounded so loud in the room, when the only other sounds were those calm words of authority and the moans of the older man. Face flushing even further in shame as he was called beautiful but somehow in a way that also made him feel just a little degraded. Those pretty brown eyes gazing up at him, usually filled with such intelligence and curiosity - now hazy with lust, confusion and need mixed with shame.

Gasping for air when he was pulled to his feet, wanting to speak immediately but being shushed like that made him quiet. The immediate reaction to obey and just listen, those words like a drug he felt himself becoming addicted to. Those hands touching his toned, lean body - making Peter moan and gasp and babble his words before that hand found his ass - round and toned, so perky in his clothes and now completely for Thomas to enjoy.

"S-Sir, P-Professor" He babbled in shock at the grope of his ass, face so flushed and eyes widened as he felt the hand on his throat. The touch was loving, perhaps a little possessive and while there was no struggling on Peter's part...just the sheer act of dominance, the feel that the man could squeeze at any moment. It was...an overwhelming feeling. "I...I don't know" He admitted before finding his voice. "I...I want what you want Professor, whatever would make you happiest" He admitted, cheeks so pink and an almost shyness in his eyes - as if wondering if that answer was good enough.

The way the boy's body reacted to the word pet was all he needed. Those flushed, pretty cheeks had his body buzzing. Something about the way his playmate fell right into his new role was exhilarating. Thomas was in love with the sight set before him. Never did the man demand or raise his voice. He kept himself calm, composed. A true authority to lead Peter through it all. Get him to do as he wanted without having to make the boy. A beautiful story to unfold right before his steely eyes as he felt the desire and passion grow from within.

This was never meant to be a one off. Now that he had the doe eyed boy in his grasps, he planned to keep him there. Have him all to himself whenever he wanted. To give the boy an inch of his plan, that was all it would take to keep him around. Everything that the boy obeyed to, it gave him the power in this dynamic. More than before. A low growl escaped him as he listened to him sputter around the length. Pushing it deep in his throat, he smiled breathlessly. "You look so beautiful when you struggle around me.."

As he pulled the smaller man to his feet, he could see that lustful daze taking over. His eyes lighting up seeing the wetness to his soft lips. "Shh, baby boy, you're doing great." The older man applauded as his free hand began to roam around the boy's, almost, nude figure before him. "You loved that moment didn't you, Peter? Tasting me." His voice still cool and calm. As he swallowed, he just stared at him. "Now, what shall we do next?" His large hand had released the boy's hair, so that both hands could touch him. Show him the gratitude for his performance so far.

Thomas's hand had found it's way to Peter's perky rear. "You do have a nice, plump backside, baby.." His excitement showing a bit more before he looked into those dazed eyes. "You're obeying so well, Peter.." His other hand moved to grasp lightly around his toy's throat. Holding it in an almost loving manner. "Tell me what you want from those oh-so soft, wet lips..." His voice a mere whisper as he stared at him.

[touchofsomething]

Closed Starter

Ragtagrunaways asked for a starter from this gif

Abram smiled when he saw Peter walk into the showers. The man had drawn Abram's attention ever since the guy had started working out there. He was cute and friendly, but having seen Peter in all his glory before the man's ass was something to behold.

It sat high and plump, just how Abram liked them.

"Hey Peter, thought we might miss you today" Abram smiled as he washed his chest and then traveled down to his crotch "but I see you were busy with other things" and playfully swatting his hand against the other's cock he watched it swing back and forth.

@ragtagrunaways

[sm0kebreaks]

Very Elias heavy... Ft. My boyfriend's Elias and his partner's Elias

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[courtesons]

@thoseinshadows

Peter honestly had no idea how he ended up in this moment like this, of all the things he'd gone through this was perhaps the most insane. He'd been a delivery boy for a good couple weeks now, including Mister Gold. They had chatted briefly in the past, mostly between deliveries to the pawn shop but it was nothing detailed. But every visit William would learn a little more about the college boy, but it all seemed just like casual conversation.

But none of that had prepared Peter for this particular delivery or what came next. He wasn't exactly sure how it had happened, it seemed like a blur. It started like any other delivery to Mister Gold's pawn shop, a little chatting but eventually the older man had started talking a little more and that today would involve a different kind of task. Either way, he somehow found himself behind the counter of this shop...and on his knees. Just kneeling there, the occasional feeling of fingers through his hair which caused his eyes to flutter. What was he doing? What was going on, what was this? How long had he been kneeling here for...?

[mels-kings]

kate's 365 days of ships:

day 68: catherine the great & peter iii the great