Summary (Spidershield, E, 3.1k): Peter starts Professor Rogers' class.
Contains: College AU, professor Steve/student Peter, age difference, silver fox Steve, pretty boy Peter, trans Peter, smut, getting together (more on AO3)
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Peter adjusted his skirt as he sat down at the front of class and pulled out his notebook.
“Welcome, welcome.” The professor strode in and put his briefcase on his desk. “I’m Professor Rogers, and I’ll be teaching 40’s Literature for this semester—”
Professor Daddy, more like. He was so hot Peter nearly missed the rest of his introduction.
The class went by smoothly, though Peter struggled not to be distracted by Professor Rogers and his gorgeous everything. Those eyes, the beard, the distinguished greys in his hair, the glasses. His body looked fucking perfect too. He looked strong, but not in a gym bro kind of way. He had a dad bod.
are you taking prompts baby? i need some widdle peter sweetness to pull through this bachelor bs🥺🥺 oh please jae goddess provide your miracles - raf🐇
rafni babie !!!! i hope you don’t mind if i write a little something that we discussed in DMs rn for this ask, even if it's not little peter! 👀
Summary: Peter begs for more, more, more, always more, and Tony's had enough. Maybe a visit to the Doctor will help with that. AKA Dom Doctor Steve milks Peter's prostate while he sits on Tony's lap.
"Peter, baby, you can't keep hiding your face like that," Tony reprimanded, but the hand he soothed down Peter's spine took away any real heat behind his words. Tony flashed a grin at the doctor, who chuckled.
"That's alright, Tony. He's a shy one." Steve smiled, and crooked his fingers.
Peter gasped, jerking, because Steve's fingers were thick, almost as big as Daddy's. They filled him up so good, just the way he needed, and his thighs were trembling from the strain of the position he was in.
He was sitting on Tony's lap, their chests pressed flush against each other, while the doctor had three fingers in Peter, twisting and pumping them in and out briskly.
Peter gasped when Steve brushed over his prostate again. He was hard to pound nails despite the fact that he'd already come that morning, and he was leaking droplets of pre-come onto Tony's suit.
Tony noticed, of course, and sighed. "Makin' a mess," he muttered, and Peter flushed.
"D-Daddy—" he stuttered. "S-So—"
"No, no, you're not sorry." Tony gave him a look, and his eyes never left Peter's face as he reached down to thumb at the slit of Peter's cock, making him let out a high-pitched moan. "Daddy doesn't like when you apologize and don't mean it."
Peter whimpered, turning his head, cheeks pink in embarrassment as Steve hummed nonchalantly behind him.
"And look at you, the Doctor's working so hard to help me teach you a lesson and you can't even look him in the face. I thought you were more polite, sweetheart." Tony sighed again.
Peter shook his head, eyes wide, and stammered, "Please, Daddy, 'm—I am polite, 'm—"
"Yeah? Then show us." Tony gave him an unimpressed look, and it made Peter's knees weak. When Peter just let out small, punctuated gasps at Steve's fingers instead of speaking, Tony cracked a hand down on his hip, drawing a surprised yelp out of him. "Now."
"Um—t-thank you, Stevie!" Peter squeaked out in between stuttered moans and whines.
Tony tsked before Steve could say anything in response. "Oh, sweetheart, no, no, no," he tutted. "It's Dr. Steve, isn't it? Dr. Steve, who's making sure you're healthy. Dr. Steve, who's making your face all red like this. Dr. Steve, who has his fingers up your needy ass because you want more, you always want more."
"D-Daddy—" Peter choked on a small sob.
"And if you were a good boy and hadn't begged for more than you could take, then we wouldn't be here, now would we?" Tony murmured, tone scathingly patronizing. "Could've been having movie night. Could've been playing with Bucky. But where are we, instead? At the doctor's office, because you begged so much to the point where Daddy got worried if you were okay, honey."
That was bullshit, and they all knew that, because Tony and Steve had planned this, but the words still had the desired effect on Peter. Peter let out a small, distressed noise, and shoved his face into the crook of Tony's neck again.
"Ah-ah." Tony snaked a hand up and threaded it through the boy's damp curls, tightening his grip and pulling his head back. "You look Dr. Steve in the eye and apologize for making him do this when he's already a busy man."
"S-Sorry!" Peter gasped. "'m so sorry, Dr. Steve, p-please—"
"That's alright, Peter." Steve's tone was brisk and professional, though not cold, as he added yet another finger to rub against Peter's prostate repeatedly. "You can't help it, I know, poor thing. Had to teach Buck the same lesson yesterday."
Tony sighed dramatically at his words. "You hear that, Petey? Now you're making Dr. Steve repeat a lesson he's already taught to someone else. What do you have to say to that?"
"'m sorry!" Peter sobbed, fingers flexing as he gripped Tony's shoulders hard, quivering. "'m so sorry!"
"There you go." Tony soothed a hand down Peter's spine and gave Steve a small nod. "There you go, honey, you're learning, I know you are."
Peter nodded, dazed, and gasped out, "I am! Please, Daddy—"
"You do please your Daddy," Tony murmured, giving Steve another look.
And Steve. Nailed. His. Prostate. Hard.
Peter let out a wail, back arching, and his cock splattered strings of white on Tony's suit. He fell forward, forehead on Tony's shoulder, shuddering through the afterglow of his high until it was too much, too much—
But Steve kept going.
Dr. Steve didn't stop; his thick fingers were still pumping in and out of Peter's hole. Tony didn't stop him, either.
Eventually, Peter choked out, "P-Please—D-Doct—Daddyyy—"
"What's wrong, baby?" Tony crooned. "You hurtin'?"
Peter sniffled, clinging to Tony desperately.
"Well, you're always telling me you want more, so I really do want to give you more this time..." Tony trailed off thoughtfully, ignoring Peter's wide-eyed look. "Well, Dr. Steve? What's the diagnosis?"
Steve was quiet for a few moments, even as his fingers worked relentlessly. "I think," he finally said, "that if he's told you he wants more, then he should get more."
Tony grinned, delighted. "You hear that, honey?" He kissed Peter's cheek, brushing a hand over his jaw. "Doctor's orders."
Okay I thought about this for a little bit and I thought it was super cute- so Spidershield, but where Peter is one of the dancers in those Captain America videos. Peter being there alone is incredibly controversial, but he's so good at what he does. Maybe he did it to meet Cap? He kind of really admires the guy and fuck is he taller and more muscular in person. Maybe Steve notices Peter after awhile and thinks he's really cute, but he's in denial about it.
A/N: Ngl, I damn near broke glass squealing in joy when I saw this
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I can definitely see Peter being in the dance troop as a bit controversial. Because, dude. But it doesn’t really become that big of an issue because he’s got the legs and the brown curls and the sweet can-do-no-wong smile, and the girls all threatened to walk unless he got a spot, so the bosses relented.
Peter’s eye catching for more than just the fact that he’s a guy in an all women’s dance troop, and Steve definitely noticed. At first, it was like, oh, this is the guy that got all the girls fussed and then nothing more because, hey, if the girls think he is good enough to stick up for, then he’s there coz he’s good. Then, it became just a process of actually knowing the guy and finding out that he is not just the cutest, but he is also smart, and funny, and hell, he’s got this way of looking at Steve like he hung the stars in the night sky. But it’s dangerous times for men like him, and while he’s beginning to feel something more than fond adoration for Peter, he can’t risk confessing because he doesn’t know who is listening or watching them at all times.
And Peter’s definitely had a crush on Steve for a bit now. It doesn’t go unnoticed by the other girls, and they take it upon themselves to make sure that they are always roomed together. Peter’s always really blush-y about it, going like “I’m so sorry Steve! I’ll get someone to switch rooms if you’d like” and Steve would be all, “It’s fine, I don’t mind” and coz Steve’s such a sweetheart about it, it doesn’t help his heart when it quickly grows from crush to love, so when they kiss for the first time on the day Steve leaves for London with the Commandos, he tells him to be safe, just before Steve kisses him back and tells him, you too, because he can’t make that promise and he won’t.
Instead of Peggy’s photo in his compass, it’s Peter’s, and when he goes into the water, he’s looking at his sweet smile and wished he’d asked him for a dance before leaving him.
(If, when he wakes decades later, and sees another boy named Peter who smiles just the same, and curls his name the same way too, well. That’s another story all together)
hey i really REALLy want some little!peter in my life rn
so like if any one has fics that include
peter x tony, peter x strange, peter x bucky, or peter x steve ((or any of those people together such as stucky x peter)) please tell me and i will be incredibly grateful !! FAMILY FRIENDLY OR NOT !!
Summary (Spidershield, E, 4.9k): Steve and Peter meet through Bucky and become Friends-With-Benefits.
Contains: College AU, transguy Peter, fratboy Steve, FWBs, friends to lovers, jealousy, pretty boy Peter, getting together, PIV sex, oral sex, smut (more on AO3)
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Steve’s head turned as he approached Bucky’s room and saw a guy leaving. His gaze followed the unknown brunette down the hall. Their eyes met for a brief moment, before flicking down each other’s bodies. The spark of attraction was electric.
Steve nearly ran into someone as he watched the guy disappear down a hallway. Since when did Bucky have gorgeous friends he didn’t know? Rude.
Steve leaned against Bucky’s door frame and groaned in greeting. “Please tell me I can have his number?”
Seeing Bucky, surrounded by pieces of electronics, Steve quickly realised it must’ve been Bucky’s project partner: Peter.
Bucky arched an eyebrow and snorted. “Don’t think you can handle him, pal. He had Rumlow pinin’.”
Summary (Spidershield, E, 0.4k): Steve’s horny after a long day superhero-ing.
A/N: This includes a prompt I got for ❛ we're going to fuck right here? what if someone sees us? ❜
Contains: D/s, transguy Peter, sub Peter, Daddy Steve, choking kink, exhibitionism (more on AO3)
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Steve gave Peter a look as he walked forward, crowding Peter against the alley wall.
“We’re going to fuck right here?” Peter’s eyebrows shot up.
“It’s been a long, long day—” Steve drawled, the blood stains on his suit showing exactly how long. “And I just want to fuck my sweet boy. I’m inpatient. Sue me.” He smirked with a lazy shrug, putting his hands on Peter’s hips.
Peter glanced around and whispered, “What if someone sees us?”
