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thelittlestspider · 2 months ago

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some stripped prequels from peter's slut era

cw: dom/sub undertones, biting, public sex.

@werewolfhooligan

the first one is inspired by these fics:

Rooftop Skirmish

and deluXe Pie Master Surprise.

(kurt/peter/logan)

Peter looks at his screen. He sees some notifications from Tinder and a few from Grindr. He opens Grindr.

Most of them are kind of boring. One is from a guy named 100percentcanadianbeef, which is a picture of the guy's dick whipped out in his bathroom. He's a big guy with wide shoulders and a six pack. Peter notices the guy is scarred all over, even on his dick. Interesting. Peter makes a note to send him a dick pic later. The other guy is a bear with hair all over and his profile says he's a mutant. He's muscular with a layer of fat on his belly and Peter wants to suck him until his stomach caves in.

hairyfuckmaster200: so you're mutant friendly?

peter: yes

hairyfuckmaster200: do you do threesomes?

peter: i could be convinced

hairyfuckmaster200: we'll be at a motel in hell's kitchen. the door will be propped open. i'll text you the address.

Peter's gut tells him this is a really bad idea. It's reckless and irresponsible and could get him killed. But he also really wants to get his dick sucked.

peter: i'm in

hairyfuckmaster200: bring a pizza

…

Peter stops outside the hotel room, pizza in hand. There’s a flickering glow from a TV through the cracked door and the sound of terrible seventies porn music playing from ancient speakers. He opens the door with the toe of his boot.

A video of a guy being gangbanged plays on the TV. There’s a guy tied to the bed and another sitting in the cuck chair. The man tied to the bed is oiled up and covered with dark hair all over his body. He’s built like a tank and has the cock to match. Peter wants to eat him.

Peter glances over at the other guy with a nervous smile. The guy is blue, and his eyes glow in the low light of the room. His ears are pointed and he has three fingered hands and feet. A thin tail with an arrow shaped end flicks back and forth like a cat’s. He sort of looks like a blue version of the devil. But he’s handsome, and the fanged smile he sends Peter’s way makes his heart flip.

“Is that with extra sausage?” The man on the bed says with a smirk, waggling his brows in the cheesiest fucking way. Peter laughs.

“Oh it will be,” Peter grins. He holds out his free hand to the blue guy. “Peter.”

“Pleased to meet you, freund,” the blue guy says with an enthusiastic shake of Peter’s hand. He has a deep, raspy voice with a German accent. Peter immediately wants him to say all kinds of filthy things to him with it. “I am Kurt und this is Logan.” Kurt points to the oiled up beefcake on the bed.

Peter puts the pizza down on a table in the corner of the room and turns back to them, putting his business face on.

“So what’s the setup here? Are we both fucking you or is he watching me fuck you?” Peter asks Logan.

Logan thinks about it.

“S’up to you, Elf,” Logan says to Kurt. “I don��t really care either way.”

Kurt strokes his chin thoughtfully. It’s unfairly hot. Peter wants him to tell Peter what a naughty boy he’s been while he hits Peter’s hand with a ruler.

He’s so getting their numbers after this.

“Well, “ starts Kurt, looking serious. “We could both fuck him and then come on his face after. Is this agreeable to you?” Peter’s nodding before he even finishes talking.

“That sounds fantastic,” replies Peter, cupping his cock through his now tented pants. He bites his lip at the feeling.

“Then strip, cowboy,” Logan drawls, spreading his tree trunk thighs. Peter’s mouth waters. “And fuck me like you mean it.”

...

(peter/scott/logan)

Scott sips coffee from his favorite mug, one that says "World's Best Dad." It was a gag gift some of the younger students got him for his birthday a couple of years ago. How they even learned when his birthday was, he has no idea.

("Whose father am I supposed to be? I'm only twenty-two for God's sake," Scott grumbled, but took the mug anyway.)

Scott's sitting on the sofa in the living area when he hears Logan whistling.

“Where did you run off to?” asks Scott, not accusatory for once, but curious. Logan had ran off a couple of hours ago on Scott’s bike without telling anyone where he was going (which was par for the course with Logan). Scott expected him to be gone anywhere from a few days to a month, but surprisingly, Logan came back with a guy around Scott’s age following behind. The guy is a few inches shorter than Scott, brunet, with straight brows over big, intense brown eyes, a straight nose, a sharp chin, and freckles. He’s cute. But what is he doing with Logan?

“I got you a present,” answers Logan, clearing up nothing. “Don’t say I never did nothing for ya.”

“Logan, I have no idea what’s going on.” Scott looks back at the stranger, smiling apologetically. “I’m sorry about my friend. He’s kind of an asshole. I hope he didn’t trick you into coming here or something.”

“You didn’t tell him?” the stranger asks Logan, looking annoyed. “You’re a certified jackass, you know that?”

The stranger turns back to him, frowning.

“Look, Logan said you had a crush on Spider-Man and asked me here for a threesome for your birthday, alright?"

Scott stares at him, uncomprehending.

What?

"I'm sorry, what?" Scott says, feeling like he's having a stroke.

"Y'see that, you stupid asshole," Spider-Man says, hitting Logan in the arm hard enough to make Logan wince. "That's what happens when you just spring shit on people. No fun times, no nothing."

"Are you really Spider-Man?" The question feels like it's coming from another Scott. One that can speak.

The man proceeds to leap up onto the ceiling, sticking there on all fours. Those intense eyes focus on him and Scott can't help but be held by them.

"What's your name?"

Spider-Man hesitates.

"Peter."

...

Logan calls Peter out of the blue one day for a favor.

"My guy has a crush on Spider-Man and I wanted to see if you'd be up for a threesome on his birthday," Logan says, casual. Like this is just Tuesday to him. Peter wonders where he gets the audacity.

Peter thinks about telling him to go fuck himself, but instead what comes out is, "You got a picture of him?"

A few minutes later his phone beeps with a text. The picture shows a guy with auburn hair wearing red shades glaring into the camera. He reminds Peter of Matt. The part of Peter with self-respect says don't do this, but the part of him who is sick with love and lust for Matt texts back, "I'm in."

…

Peter deep cleans himself while he waits for Logan to pick him up. He thinks about putting a plug in, but decides against it. Logan could be driving anything and Peter doesn't want to chance any possible discomfort.

Soon Logan pulls up outside Peter's building on a gorgeous bike that screams big dick. It takes everything in Peter not to web down and scream over it. He does run down the stairs, nearly crashing into one of his neighbors in his hurry to see it up close.

He sees Logan standing next to it with a little smirk, like he heard Peter running through the building. Peter ignores him, his eyes only on the shiny chrome of metal and black leather seats.

"Is it yours?" asks Peter, running his hands over it.

"Nah, it belongs to my guy," Logan says. "I'm just borrowing it." He gets a wicked look in his eye. "Wanna drive it?"

A smile spreads across Peter’s face.

"Of course."

…

Peter guns it all the way there and barely manages to escape getting pulled over by a cop. The town they pull into is abandoned. An old stoplight hangs above them, swinging gently in the breeze.

"Pull over," Logan growls low. Peter pulls over to the edge of the asphalt, kicking the stand out. Logan gropes Peter's ass, pulling him back to grind against Logan's cock. Peter bites his lip.

"Behave," he warns.

"What're you gonna do, spank me?" A big hand rubs Peter's cock through his pants. The feeling of his jeans constricting his hardon hurts. Peter groans. He's glad there's no one out here to see this.

"Logan, we're almost there," gasps Peter, as Logan unbuckles his belt and reaches for his cock. Peter yelps when Logan begins jerking him off right there, rough friction on his cock slowly eased by precum. Logan bites the back of his neck.

"Imagine if someone pulled up right now and got an eyeful of your pretty cock," growls Logan, leaving sucking bites on Peter’s neck. Peter moans, gripping Logan's thigh, his nails digging into the muscle. It makes Logan bite even harder. "Seeing what a shameless slut you are, letting me jerk you off in public."

"Logan, the bike," Peter moans with what little coherence he has left.

Logan shoves him up from the bike and turns him around, swallowing his cock right there on the street. Peter is thankful the area just outside the X mansion is deserted, otherwise he'd be giving someone an eyeful right now.

A sharp smack to his ass has Peter coming with a loud moan. Logan sucks him hard, throat squeezing around his cock, sucking him dry until Peter's bent over Logan's shoulders. He pants, groaning pitifully as Logan pulls off his cock with a slow, lingering suck that takes Peter's brain with it.

Logan tucks Peter's cock back into his pants with a smug smile. He gives Peter's ass an affectionate pat before scooting up to the driver's seat. Peter sits behind him, biting the back of Logan's neck in revenge.

"Save that for Scotty," purrs Logan.

They pull into the long driveway, passing by a garden filled with statues and a basketball court. The mansion itself looms over everything, big and fancy; the thing screams old money. It's not really the kind of place he imagined Logan living.

#stripped verse #they're not finished yet #those peter/logan fics go crazy #especially the second one #i was like i have to write something inspired by it

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