#{c:peter}

As a general rule, Peter tried to hold back when he was taking on others as Spider-Man. Mostly because his super strength could mean breaking someone's jaw (or worse) with a single punch if he didn't hold back and aim properly. But even with all that, Peter was still taken aback by Eduardo's actions and pinning him down like that - not necessarily because he'd been physically overpowered, but more so because of the sheer aggression of the action and the fact it ended up with Spider-Man on his bed of all places. Plus that whole hands above his head thing sort of felt unnecessary, not to mention how close his face was to his mask - talk about intensely intimate.

"Okay first of all, you've got a lot of fatherly issues that you should probably work on - jumping the gun like that. Second of all, I came to talk and I don't exactly have your number-" He began, only to be cut off by that sudden shift in tone and suggestion that seemed to come so far out of left field that it stunned Peter silent for a moment. A rare achievement indeed. "W-Where did that come from?" He asked, trying not to imagine the concept and suddenly put the position he was in all the more telling. "If anything that's a question to be asking you, jumping Spider-Man onto your bed - you got some masked hero fantasy there big guy? It's alright, no need to be ashamed - it's pretty common these days."

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.

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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.

(to toni - but can include some of his wrestlers later if you like)

Sometimes being the good guy meant doing thing the hard way. You couldn’t just punch your way through things or demand answers without it becoming a pretty slippery slope to being anything but the good guy. So here was Peter, fully suited up, having easily snuck passed the security of this place and getting into Tony Romero’s office just to try and have a word with him and see if he could get what he needed from the guy without issue.

“Look before you call secuirty Mister Romero all I’m asking is for your assistance in finding a criminal on the run who stole something pretty important and I know he came through here. Maybe he works here, maybe he’s just hiding but I have a feeling nothing happens in this place without you knowing about it. So...are you gonna help me? Please?”

Michelle sighed softly hearing his words. They were all too familiar with the same ones she’d been saying to her own self every day. Shrugging softly she looked towards him with a small smile. “Me too. You’re kinda had it coming for you though if all the rumors are true through Peter. It’s all really messy, but .. yeah.” It wasn’t like Michelle knew all sides of the story, but she at least would be here to hear Peter out if he wanted to talk to her. “I found out the guy I’m crazy about and thought everything was going so smoothly with .. has been sleeping with one of my good friends. I think the only thing I really could say was I’m fine. You can vent if you need too. I am curious to your side of things while it’s the topic.”  || @captainpeter

Now this was hardly the first time that Peter had found out the person he’d saved from some petty crime was a fan of his. Sometimes it would result in a picture being taken or a video to show off to their friends later, but this was...definitely a different situation. Because this was a first indeed, finding himself kneeling in a dirty alleyway and barely able to breathe as long fingers gripped the top of his mask and forced his mouth open repeatedly as his rescued fan’s cock pushed deep into his throat, cutting off his air completely more than once as Peter’s throat was fucked and used. The mask pulled up just part his now wet, pouty lips that were stretched wide around the cock currently abusing his throat. It was pure insanity, it was humiliating and degrading and so frickin’ hot at the same time as Peter gagged once again and just tried to keep enough air in his lungs to not pass out. Either this guy was some sort of evil mastermind in disguise and Peter had fallen for the dirtiest of traps or his fans were far kinkier than he could imagine.