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Independent Piotr Rasputin RP Blog. Piotr Rasputin is based upon his Earth 1610 counterpart. Mun and Muse are 18+

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PSA on Blog and Attendance.

--- A heads up for my followers. There is a chance that I will be remaking Piotr’s blog when things calm down, a refreshed state to get me back into the mindset. Unfortunately this would mean we would be dropping threads, but I would be more than happy to start new ones with you if you have the patience. Sorry about the hassle, but it seems like the right thing to do under the circumstances.

I will tag people I have threads with under the cut, though it applies to all of you lovely friendlies.

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Incandescent Impact || spxrkplug

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Seeing Piotr go off into his thought trains was quite interesting. Or at least Jeb found it that way and soon thought that thinking things like that was probably a bit creepy. 

His room number? Why was Jeb being given his room number? And his mind went all over the place before waiting for the explanation which brought everything back down to earth again. “Uh-huh.” He nods before joking, “AH though’ ya were gonna say ta turn up there.” Quickly Jeb scrawled down his room number and slid it to Piotr. “If ya phone’s broken…”

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The paper tore easily in Piotr’s hands, allowing him to take the small scrap with Jeb’s number and tuck it safely away in his pocket. He was grateful that Jeb was so willing to accommodate the trouble of contacting him, his great strength causing more issues than he would care to admit. After being part of the Academy and the X-men for so long, he would have hoped he would be able to handle the little things. Yet some aspects of his mutation still slipped out of his grasp.

“You have a large family.” It wasn’t a question. Piotr had met Jeb’s older brother and even worked with him on a mission or two, learning a thing or two about the man. “Are you able to visit home often?”

Piotr knew it could be difficult for the younger mutants to uproot their lives because of their mutations. It was another reason for them to hate their own genetics. But it was for their own good. Piotr... he had left home for a different reason, his own relations with his family becoming tense. It was for the best though, just like for the students.

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Tight Fit || thebamfblueelf

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The hands were one thing, but the teasing of teeth and playful pinching had his eyes fluttering. A deep heavy breath left him as he turned the hair dryer on his lover and moved to grab a spare towel so he could help dry the other off, if only to make them dirty again. “I do not think you capable of abusing anything involving me Pitor.” The smirk on his face gave away his teasing only to over it up by rocking up and in to steal a warm kiss from the larger male. Kurt knew not many of the others knew they were a thing, and he was content to keep it like that. The last thing he wished was Scott to step in or hear an opinion on them he did not want nor ask for. Logan had already put his two cents in and that was all Kurt really cared about sometimes. But Logan was like the brother he had lost ages ago.

His hands moved turning off the hair dryer and setting it aside his hands going to brush along the mans ribs then around to his back only gliding lower on his still slick skin. Tail holding the towel he moved to slip it around Pitor’s shoulders before he smirked against his lips. “We should do a lot of things more often.” He winked giving a wider smile as his hands slipped down to cup the others ass eyes flicking up then away knowing well his ears were a dark shade of violet giving away his blush.

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Piotr’s fingers ceased in their playful teasing as he felt a sudden rush of hot air on his skin. He reached out with a small chuckle, redirecting the hair dryer so he was no longer receiving a face full of heat as Kurt focused on another task. He still heavily considered grasping Kurt around the waist and dragging him back into the shower, to share the pleasured sensation of hot water running down their bodies, a welcome distraction from the cold, billowing air pressing against the windows of Kurt’s home. But he supposed the blissful feeling would only last so long before one of them slipped and fell while attempting to do something impractical in a shower, their usual sure-footedness being somewhat lacking when covered in water and soap.

He enjoyed the intimacy as Kurt chose to dry him with the towel, their bodies almost pressed together due to Piotr’s sheer size and broadness. He occasionally felt soft bristles of hair press against him for a moment before pulling a way. If Kurt was not more careful then he would only end up needing to dry himself once more.

A satisfied, and perhaps slightly smug, smile twitched onto Piotr’s lips as he felt Kurt take hold of his rear. While he was definitely surprised, he could never be anything except for pleased when Kurt did something so forward. It made him feel good, as if he was so tempting for Kurt that he just couldn’t help himself. In truth, Kurt represented the same temptation to Piotr as even despite his reserved personality, there were times he could not manage to keep his hands to himself.

“I am surprised you are only trying now,” Piotr teased, leaning down to press a kiss on Kurt’s forehead. “I do not suppose I have made it easy for you tonight. Dragging you in here. Undressing in front of you. Washing you... Maybe planning to make love to you after I carry you up to your bed... Or perhaps you just feel like a good squeeze.”

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【☣☢☠】"You know what… I think I’m going                  to see about going out to get coffee                  today… I haven’t had a nice Dunkin                  Donuts brew in a long time.“

“Let me buy it for you. My treat.”

It was the least he could do considering he had been the one to break the coffee jug. Again. He still had the occasional trouble when it came to fragile items, especially in the early morning.

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Don’t Think Twice, It’s Alright | Griff & Pete

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From the way that Piotr’s cheeks had coloured before he turned metal and transformed into a bigger and heavier man than Griffin had ever seen before, he surmised that it was not just a mutation that he could control at will. It was also a way that his body would protect itself from threats real and imaginary such as shyness. Griffin had witnessed the behaviour in wolves and other creatures that could shift, as they allowed their other self to come forward and protect them from harm. There were times when that wasn’t even a voluntary response as eyes would flash and in an instant they would be beast.

“You were always strong, and hard … but in the head, not on your body,” Griffin chuckled as he brought his fingers along the strong, metal arm as he smiled down to Piotr. He was happy to see the other smile, too, though it was a wholly inhuman appearance seeing someone so metallic and shiny smile and have a face of the cub he knew. That big, warm hand that was on Piotr’s arm made its way up along his shoulder and neck, eventually bringing it up so he was cupping the side of his head. Griffin couldn’t help but smile wide as he felt the cool metal against his hand. 

“Well, you’re still the same cub no matter if you’re metal or a squishy human. Now, I wonder –” Griffin growled out as he stepped in front of Piotr and sized him up. The bear grumbled out as those big arms wrapped around Piotr’s body and he tried to lift the metal cub from the ground, using every ounce of strength in his body to hoist his cub up as if he were a little kid once more.

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At first Piotr could not help but grow nervous as he watched Griffin take in the sudden change of his appearance. While he had grown accustomed to his mutation over the years, Piotr understood it could be both intimidating and shocking to witness the conversion of his form the first few times. But Griffin didn’t seem to become uncomfortable before him, not as large, strong fingers began to slide and trace along the smooth coating of silver skin. Piotr ducked his head low in an effort to hide the smile growing as he took in every kind word, his heart becoming swollen and heavy with happiness.

He only looked up once more when he felt Griffin’s powerful hands take hold of his face, raising him to look up at the jovial bear. But he was disappointed to feel the momentarily contact pull away as Griffin continued to take stock of the transformation. It was nice to know that his mutation was so interesting to a man who spent his time among trees and nature, or at least that was what Piotr believed. He had considered Griffin to be some kind of nature spirit ever since he was young, no doubt drawn to the farm by Illyana’s connection with magic... but finding kinship with a young Piotr instead.

“You wonder?” he hummed, though the pleasant murmur was cut short as he felt large arms curl around his body. A rather ill-fitting noise escaped past Piotr’s lips in that moment, potentially marking his cheeks with a shade of embarrassment if not for the cover of the organic metal stretched perfectly across his features. 

Piotr found his torso to rise ever so slightly, but his feet barely managed to lift from the ground despite Griffin’s obvious persistence. He waited with an amused smile stretched across hid lips, patiently waiting for the bear spirit to consider that perhaps this form was weightier than what he could handle. Silver fingers carded through Griffin’s soft, light hair and slowly the calm began to rise through Piotr. The metal began to receded back down his body, as if it stemmed from a certain point, while the Russian mutant reverted back to a lighter, softer appearance.

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burntbreadpeeta:

Peeta was completely willing to learn, mostly since he wanted to be able to defend himself. There was no way that the Prince would go down without a fight.

A smirk passed over his lips as Piotr mentioned the ‘tiny weapon’, picking up on exactly that could intend. But the blond held back on denying the fact his weapon would be tiny, since he’d act like the large Knight was talking about his sword and not the genitals between his legs. “I am sure any warrior would feel honored to handle your big weapon.” The royal couldn’t help himself, but quickly acted as if it was casual by mimicking the thrusts of the blade.

Peeta tried it again and then again, so the motion would come natural to him when need be. It took a couple of more attempts before he felt like he could do it without Piotr’s arm as guidance, which only caused his smirk to spread wider again. “If I am simply to be thrusting the blade due to my size, would a spear not be more suited?” The Prince questioned, he had seen some of the generals fighting with spears. The most well known one being Ser Finnick, who fought with a trident and was known for his deadly skill. “Some say a Spear can be a deadly extension of your arm. It sounds like something I would be interested in.”

The key to properly learning the way of a certain weapon was to acknowledge it as an extension of one’s own self. The smallest knife in the hands of a master was easily more dangerous than the strongest club in the hands of a squire. The young Prince was capable, but he still had not yet approached the rank of a knight with his minimal training. Piotr foresaw many days spent in their training gear with their current rate of improvement, not too say it was inadequate. Learning the blade took time.

“You wish to learn the spear?” Piotr asked, surprised by the sudden inquiry. It was the first he was hearing of such interests, and while it was uncommon for the royal line to deviate from the traditions of swordplay... the young Prince was always different from his family.

“The spear is dangerous.” The same could be said for any weapon. “You strike forward.” He forced their arms outward. “You miss.” He took hold of Peeta’s blade. “Your enemy takes hold of your spear’s  shaft... it does not have the same edge of a sword. I do not think you are strong enough to play the tug-of-war with a soldier, da?”

To demonstrate his point, Piotr pushed the young Prince forward only to spin him through their shared grip of the training sword. Piotr stood with his one hand clasped around the dulled blade, nodding for the  Young Prince to try pulling the weapon away.

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Tight Fit || thebamfblueelf

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Kurt liked the way the other touched him, it made him feel so wanted. It had been a long while since someone made him feel wanted in near any sense of the idea. Turning slightly to look at the man Kurt couldn't help the ear to ear grin on his face. Pitor looked quite adorable coated in sudsy bubbles. “Oh, only if you want.” He shrugged not about to ask for help, but he would never object to having the man pet him or touch him. Tail swished as he towel tried off before setting that under him and went to plugging in the blow dryer and started in on his fur. The reason his hair had curled and was so poofy when he was younger was he didn’t know how to properly maintain it.

Now that he was older and knew the joys of a hair dryer he didn't have to worry about his hair so much. Hips swaying he went to combing fingers through his hair as he went to drying that first is fur still slick and damp against his body.

“But I will never object to you touching me.” His smirk was teasing as he looked to the other man winking at him before licking his lips and going back to working on his hair.

Strong fingers dragged along the warm glass as Piotr hesitated. He had been enjoying the mixed embrace of heat and water, the steam sliding along his body as suds dripped down his muscular legs and onto the tiled floor. But it was hardly anything in contrast to spending time with Kurt, the Russian giant reaching for the nozzles and shutting off the water. A second moment was wasted as he turned the water back on, using a second burst to wash the soap suds that still had been clinging to his form. 

Opening the door, Piotr lumbered forward with a giddy grin stretching his lips. It was difficult for him not to be in a good mood when they were together like this, uninterrupted and able to enjoy each other’s company. He moved to stand behind Kurt, wet arms resting heavily on firm shoulders while his hands travelled to brush over the formerly drying fur on his chest. Perhaps Piotr was pushing it given how Kurt was attempting to dry himself off, only becoming wetter as Piotr’s naked body rested against his back.

“I wonder how much I can abuse that...” His lips trailed along Kurt’s ear, fingers pinching his chest before he planted a loving smooch to his lover’s cheek. 

People were used to viewing Piotr as a stern, silent man, but his friends knew better than that. Kurt knew him the best though, seeing the small smiles that would pull at the corner of Piotr’s mouth as they stood in mission briefing, Kurt’s tail constantly rubbing against the Russian’s leg as he attempted to concentrate. If anything their team work was only improving, their bodies moving in sync as they began to anticipate each other’s moves.

“We should do this more often,” he suggested, head lazily lolling over to the direction of the shower.

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Deadpool vs. Colossus

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Charlie bit his lip as the older male stirred awake, hoping he wouldn’t get mad at him for waking him up. But Piotr just looked so.. – soft. Comfy. He peeked over his shoulder to look at the man, grinning at him in an almost childish manner, head tilting a little so he could look him in the eyes. ❝Me!❞, he spoke, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

A lazy smile drifted across his lips as he slowly came to recognise the body draped across him. It was always a pleasure to see Charlie in a bright mood,  the very room itself seeming to be more vibrant than before. In contrast it was difficult for Piotr to be around Charlie in one of his downward spirals, Emma  frost usually containing his mind in an effort to suppress the raw psychic energy he unintentionally forced upon those around him.

“Good morning, Charlie.” He dragged one of his large, muscular arms out from underneath his lethargic form, reaching back to gently ruffle the telepath’s already unruly hair. “Are you enjoying being the big spoon?”

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【☣☢☠】"Let me guess– the coffee’s not done yet?“

“Da... you could say that.”

He rose his hand, handle of the coffee pot in his grip. The jug itself was mostly intact, just broken enough that it was of no use to either of them anymore.

“Sorry.”

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Victor smiled and held out his smaller hand. “Sorry. I’m Victor. Call me Vic or Anole.”

The green mutant looked Colossus over again, impressed at how young this Piotr looked compared to the one he knew. That alone made him feel more at ease.

“Have you been around here long?”

Piotr reached forward to accept the offered hand, taking it in a controlled grip. He always had to be careful otherwise his enhanced strength could create some unwanted damage. But his hold was gentle, large hand completely enveloping the green skinned mutant’s as Piotr gave him a warm and thankful smile. It was reassuring to be approached by someone so welcoming in regards to the more sceptical residents of the largely familiar universe. So many things seemed the same at face value, yet he was constantly finding himself confused and surprised at the smallest of changes.

There was a particular difference between himself and his counterpart that could be seen as interesting. The ‘visiting’ Piotr was slightly curious as to where in their history did this difference sprout from. 

“Anole? That is a good name,” he chuckled/ But he didn’t necessarily know what it meant. His eyes eventually drifted to the larger of Vic’s arms, travelling along the green of his skin before moving back to the young man’s face. “I came here a... week ago, I believe. But I have been in this world for two.”

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Seasalt and Sunscreen || itshardtobeabeast

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Either way, if they were to stop things now, Hank would have just as much trouble going back to the group as Piotr did, if only for the small speedo he had worn. He wasn’t that worried about the size of things, since he felt they had as much time they needed for him to adjust to it once it was in. But he played along, pressing down onto the digit before letting out a small groan of pleasure. He rose back up and was going to sink back down when he felt the second digit ready to press in. He smiled as he wiggled just a bit and pressed down onto the second digit. It was tight but letting out a shaky breath and taking a deep on in to relax, he loosened around the digit. Finding a nice and slow pace he started to rock his hips, fucking himself on Piotr’s dual digits, while purposely rocking forward to apply a bit of pressure on Piotr’s cock while rubbing the head of his own cock along Piotr’s abs.

It was apparent to Piotr that Hank was becoming the one to be in control of their situation, knowing what he wanted and proceeding to take it. Piotr could only smile as he watched the pleasured look on the man’s face as he continuously bounced on his lap, stretching himself on thick fingers. At least he seemed to be enjoying himself, the fevered pants caressing warm air against Piotr’s skin. Fingers began to rock upward to meet Hank’s pattern, pushing to the knuckle and parting before dragging back out.

His free hand carded through the back of Hank’s hair, dragging him forward so Piotr could begin pressing slow, long kisses against his fur covered neck and jaw. Lips and skin enjoyed the sensation of the numerous hairs tickling them with every movement. Piotr allowed his hand to slide down Hank’s body, drifting along the muscles of his back before resting on the man’s gorgeous rear. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t at least gazed at it once, watching as the athletic man performed all kinds of impressive feats in the Danger Room in only jammers. It made training difficult for Piotr sometimes, as he was only human and some thinks could not be well handled in tense, dangerous situations. 

A chuckle left his lips as he began to dig strong fingers into the soft rump, pulling at the cheek to give his fingers better access. He kneaded and praised the man’s rear, alternating and massaging both cheeks as a reward for his patience.

“I think this was very good idea,” he admitted, lips ghosting over Hank’s ear as that third digit sunk in alongside the other two. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”

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Colossus by Gabriele Dell'Otto

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Peeta was well aware that he was always under threat, plenty of people had their eyes on him for various reasons. But, yet, the Prince wanted nothing more than a peaceful life which was too much to wish for when you were a Prince. He never complained about the sword training either, the blond had wanted to learn how to defend himself for quite some time before his father had given the order to Piotr. It must have been by luck that the Prince had grown an attachment for him.

The attachment was a hard one for him to explain. Peeta couldn’t put a full label on how he felt for the Knight, a platonic friendship for him just didn’t seem to fit correctly. Did the Prince like him more than that? Yes. Would he say so? No.

The young blond was taken off guard as he felt the man’s large hand over his own as his fingers were wrapped around the handle of his sword. His back straightened up at Piotr’s words, following along with the advice.

Peeta wasn’t in control of his own body as Piotr thrust the blade, but yet, he felt as if he could do it after the man had guided him with it. A smile spread over the royals lips, finally feeling like he was learning something he could actually use. “So if I miss, I just hit again, quicker?” 

“Da,” he hummed in agreement, the accent of his home country thick in his voice. Lips were moistened by his deft tongue, the mountainous man pausing for thought as he repeated the movement.

He gave the young Prince a moment to rest his arm, but did not properly release his form. Not yet. Piotr moved their sword armsas one once more, flowing through to the second strike as if to teach the Prince’s muscles rather than his actual mind. It was enjoyable to see how much knowledge and experience a knight could acquire through action rather than words. Even wished for peaceful resolutions, he knew when force needed to be applied during fragile situations. He was a strong man in body, but also educated due to a more noble upbringing in comparison to some of the  lesser knights that were not allowed so far into the palace grounds.

“With your tiny weapon...” he stifled a chuckle, fingers sliding over the  start of the blade before dragging back to cover the Prince’s fingers like a protective gauntlet. “... you do not give up after the first strike. You get with making a second strike-” Their arms thrust forward, Peeta’s body pressing against his ward’s. “- catching them off guard. And then you continue with practice. If you want to handle a big, heavy weapon like mine. You train with me. If you wish to continue your sword play. You train with me.”

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Have you masturbated today?

You may ask Piotr anything and he will answer honestly, but only with a yes or no.

It seemed his morning was filled with curious minds and loose tongues. One with his coffee. Now one with the rest of his breakfast. He was not surprised. Nor was he particularly bothered by it, at least not enough to refuse an answer.

      “No, I have not.”