#goatee peter

[hisguardianeyessoblue]

Here are some new gifs:

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[jihef03]

Norman's mind in Peter's body slapped as a villain

[roughridingrednecks]

Peter

[panopticum]

omw to steal this man’s look

[roxannepolice]

Idk how many rock fans there are in the Master subfandom but...

I'm pretty sure at one point they pursued a musical career under the alias Peter Gabriel.

Also for your consideration: David Bowie!Ten vs. Peter Gabriel!Saxon.

[newx-menfan]

MJ’s going the way of Donna Troy, which is NEVER good 😬

Paul just sucks; all you need to do is look at his goatee to KNOW he sucks MJ!

[principiumindividuationis777]

[irondadmadlads]

Irondad Prompt #187

Bio-dad AU. Tony decides to shave is goatee.

Baby!Peter has no idea who the heck this man is!

[sweetpinkchampagne]

halloween

synopsis: you and stephen wake up on halloween, interrupted by wong - who explains peter and america are already dressed up in their halloween costumes. a sweet little unconventional family moment.

rating: lots of fluff, not actual smut but like a lead up to it before it’s interrupted - yeah get blueballed guys xoxo stephen is a grump but a cutie pie!! not proofread.

authors note: hello sweetie pies!!!!! i love you! okay that’s all, this isn’t perfect but we need more stephen content, it’s a dying art.

new york was always freezing, it was a given that you would freeze to death three quarters of the year when you moved here. fall on the other hand was beautiful, magical even. the prettiest leaves cascading down into the street, fluttering down from their bare tree branches and pattering down to the cold, wet streets of greenwich village. the warm smell of cinnamon in peoples coffees, thick flannel scarves and fuzzy gloves. you loved fall.

stirring awake to the cool chill of the sanctum sanctorum you made a mental note to ask wong about the central heating system, which is suspiciously clearly not working. your body instinctively moves closer to your husband, clinging to the warmth of stephen as light pools through the large windows, sounds of busy new york feeling so comforting. he groans sleepily, a deep baritone voice making your lips upturn, smiling with closed eyes.

“good morning baby..” stephen smiled looking down at you positioned with your head on his chest, holding his toned torso with your arms. he drew lazy circles on the side of your arm as you looked up at him smiling lazily.

“it’s so coldddd… i don’t wanna get up.” you whined looking up at him, cursing fall mornings.

he chuckled softly.

“mm?? oh my poor, poor baby…” he cooed softly, almost mockingly, smirking like a bastard. you scoffed, giggling softly.

“you can’t be egotistical AND an ass, honey. doesn’t work like that” you smiled up at him, rolling over on top of him, sitting on his lower torso, straddling his hips as he smiled drowsily up at you through half lidded eyes. his hands snaked their way around your hips, shuffling you closer.

“my pretty little baby… all for me, hm?” he propped himself up on his forearms, looking up at you. she looked down at him, at his chest.. sculpted by gods. the pretty silver chain around his neck with his wedding ring around it, since his ring finger couldn’t cope with the pressure a wedding band ensued - although it took a month of you trying to convince him to slip his ring off even just for a second, so he could put it around his neck. your hands held his jaw lovingly stroking his jawline, his goatee giving you goosebumps as always.

“always all for you, stephen.” he studied your face smirking confidently before humming in approval.

“happy halloween gorgeous” he said, cutting the tension with a knife. you laughed softly as he stroked his hands up and down your hips, clutching the plump of your ass and squeezing it softly as you sat on top of him.

“you know we can’t do this right now…” you tilted her head down at him. he shrugged, feigning innocence.

“course we can, you’re not exactly quiet though, are you sweet girl?” he stretched his arms out before placing them back on your tiredly.

you playfully swatted his chest, scoffing.

“i’ve never had any complaints” you shrugged confidently.. “and i’m pretty sure those noises get you goin’ don’t they, honey?” she leaned down before kissing him passionately. he smirked against your lips, deepening the kiss before you broke away, leaving him with ragged breaths.

“mmm.. do you remember last valentine’s day, when you were on a mission and we couldn’t be together?.. when i called you while straddling your pillow, making those little noises for you?” she moved her hips against his half hard cock, her hands resting on the mattress to steady herself. he inhaled sharply, scoffing as he laid his head back.

“i remember it. i also remember being in the middle of a meeting and having to excuse myself, thinking it was an emergency, and then i heard those breathy little moans coming from the phone. you were practically whimpering for my help baby, had to talk you through, huh?”

“mhmmmm…” she sighed, rolling her hips against his pelvis. “couldn’t help it, needed you” she pictured him in the compound, walking confidently into the bathroom just to unbuckle his belt and palm his pretty cock, making a sticky mess of himself.

“stephen…” you whined out pathetically, humping his now hardened cock. he groaned softly, throwing his head back.

“fuck baby, im not going anywhere- you can.. slow down..” he inhaled sharply, letting out a ragged moan.

a knock at the door, of course. she told him they couldn’t, she was right. wong opened the door slowly and you dove under the covers, smoothing your hair down, and smiling - flustered.

“good morning wong! happy halloween” you smiled, chirping.

stephen groaned at wong, pissed.

“it was a good morning…” he sighed, sitting up and running his hand through his hair, annoyed.

“again with the whole noise thing.. you’re like rabbits, this is disgusting. seek help!” your face flushed, turning over and pushing it into the pillow giggling softly, before mumbling out a muffled apology under the sheets.

“peter is downstairs, by the way.” wong informed and you smiled softly nodding.

“parker is here? why is-“ stephen groaned, not expecting to be practically an adoptive father of two at his age.

“stephen.. i told youuuu! he and america are doing the whole halloween costume thing at school. everyone does it apparently.” she informed, laughing softly at his frown.

“great.” he sighed. “that’s great.”

wong mumbled to himself walking away at stephens response, an insult you could only hear half of, but it made you laugh. you jumped out of bed, rubbing your eyes, and stephen flicked his wrist, his clock entering the room and wrapping itself around your shoulders. you laughed softly, smiling at him, walking over to his side of the bed and kissing him softly.

“rain check?”

“always.”

you smiled, satisfied.

“what are they dressing up as?”

“that’s a surprise, you’ll have to see.”

he scoffed, getting out of bed, his grey sweatpants hanging low on his torso, exposing his v line and his entire chest and you had to stifle a sigh. he chuckled, smacking your ass before walking into your shared ensuite to brush his teeth.

“happy halloweeen!!!!!” amercia cheered as you walked downstairs into the kitchen, spotting peter inhaling a stack of pancakes, laughing at his costume. “happy halloween!” you smiled softly, walking over and kissing her atop of her head before walking over and pouring yourself and stephen a coffee.

“that is a very cool puffer vest, mer.” you smiled at her, “surely you’re gonna win best costume guys.” she smiled proudly, posing at your comments.

“that’s what i said” wong entered the kitchen, agreeing.

“oh god…” stephen chuckled looking at peter and america, or should he say doc brown and marty mcfly.

“parker you aged about 60 years overnight. a modern day miracle.” stephen couldn’t help but laugh. they looked so dorky, but they picked a great movie.

“1986?” stephen asked confidently and america, the family cinephile rolled her eyes.

“85, actually. and aren’t you supposed to be a genius?” the 15 year old hummed confidently. you chuckled to yourself. it was days like this that made your sweet unconventional family so perfect.

“oh well pardon me! i studied science, not film. and kid?” he laughed, throwing his hands up in surrender.

“yesssss??” america laughed

“it is a cute vest, you guys are going to win the

costume competition for sure.” he smiled, walking past america and ruffling her hair. she whined, fixing it but smiling. peter finished his stack of pancakes before standing up and burping.

you grimaced slightly but laughed, stephen shook his head.

“manners parker.”

“sorry strange sir, excuse me”

“it’s stephen, kid.” he smiled warmly at peter. walking over to you and resting his head on your shoulder, enveloping you in his arms from behind, hands on your waist. both of you admiring your little family.

[peterlorres21stcentury]

Lőrincz Péter, acclaimed actor of the mirror universe.

Out of curiosity I looked up Peter’s name in one of the history magazine sites to see if there was anything posted. We do love to remember anyone who made it big and usually on birthdays and deaths. I did find this one article that is being constantly repeated that’s about Casablanca.

But what caught my eye is… they got the name wrong…

You see a lot of Hungarian actors just ‘muricanized their names.

Lukács Pál –> Paul Lucas

Várkonyi Mihály –> Victor Varconi

Kertész Mihály –> Michael Curtiz

Y’all get the jist. There are a few exceptions, and Peter Lorre is one of them, but I guess someone didn’t do a quick Google search, because this is how we got very real Hungarian actor Lőrincz Péter (they even added it as cz to be extra). The thing is I have no idea where they got that from, because when I tried to look it up I only kept finding the same article, but on different sites and strangely enough one German site…

I also doubt that this is a Ernst Lubitsch situation where we just really liked Lubitsch for adapting a lot of works from Hungarian writers into film that we started calling him Lubitsch Ernő.

Anyway I guess it’s from an alternate timeline where everything is the same Peter just has a big bushy mustache or an evil goatee or something.

[hisguardianeyessoblue]

New post inspired by a comment by @maybehumming.

First some lovely pictures:

Now Peter reading two children’s books with his beautiful voice. First, Snowflake, by Paul Gallico:

And now The Mermaid, read by him and Annie Lennox. It also contains a short song sung by Peter, The Fisherman’s Song:

[giovanna-freshly-adopted]

Giovanna's containment pt. 2

By the time her family arrived at the cave, Giovanna had fallen asleep. The after effects of Lucifers sleep spell, the tranquilizer, the self inflicted head injury, and the multiple fits of rage in combination were far too easy to succumb to. She slept next to crimson, who was keeping an eye on her in the containment cell.

(( @crimsonknightly @dont-hate-the-goatee @one-armed-archer @totally-not-a-farmboy @totally-not-peter-parker @babsggordon ))

[thestarkerisobvious]

Whatever It Is, I Guarantee The Answer Is Yes

by @thestarkerisobvious and @cutepandaprincess

Tony couldn’t keep his hands off the rise of Peter’s ass no matter how hard he tried… he was only human dammit… but when Peter shifted, exposing more of his ass to Tony’s hands, Tony’s hands just went up.  Caressing the small of Peter’s back, running over his shoulders and the back of his head, all these were lovely pastimes too. He hadn't been completely sure he would be making out with his brilliant (beautiful!) intern tonight, but now that he was...

...he didn’t want to hurry this.  If his hands went lower, his twenty-something-intern might get the wrong idea and decide it was time to move things along.  But right now… right now was perfect…

Tony couldn’t remember the last time he had been allowed to kiss someone for this long.

Pepper had made fun of him in the early years, back when they were still intimate.  Laughed at him wanting to make out like a teenager.  He had no way to explain to her that it was the part he needed most… the closeness, the intimacy.  The feeling of being cared for when another human being cradled his face in two hands.  When the clothes came off… well, that was just mechanics.  Something to be done with and then dismissed.

Pepper had been profoundly different, because after the clothes came off and the mechanics were finished, the intimacy actually began.  After she was satisfied, then she was ready for the part Tony needed.  A little of the kissing, mostly the closeness and the cradling.  

With men it was different.  Men Tony’s age didn’t expect it, and boy’s Peter’s age were all too eager to show off… usually their oral skills… usually headed south before the first kiss was over.

But this was different.  

Tony was embarrassed at how much he was moaning… but every time Peter put two hands on the sides of his face he just melted.  Sometimes he pulled back just to look up in amazement at the boy’s face.

Sometimes Peter would start kissing downward and Tony’s heart would break a little, knowing this part was coming to an end…

Then Peter would come right back to his mouth again and the melting started all over again.

Peter was a mix of feelings now. He could hardly believe he was here, in his boss's penthouse. In his lap. In his arms. Peter wanted more of this, at the same time he wanted things to get started. (And at the same time he was trying very hard not to think about what would happen if...)

He kissed all the way of Tony's face, his lips, his neck, his goatee. Moaning at everything Tony did with his hands. Moaning at everything Tony did to him. 

God… this was perfect… 

Sometimes Peter would put his hands on Tony’s face, sometimes Tony took his hands and put them on the sides of his face himself.  Both felt like heaven.  

“My god you’re perfect…” Tony whispered… it was not an adequate description of what he was feeling right now, but it was all he had.

Over the years he had learned to keep a certain distance from other people… people in business, people in the superhero business, people in bed.  It was safer that way.

In the past 10 minutes he seemed to have forgotten all he had learned.

“Peter… you’re making me crazy…” he moaned helplessly.  This kid had put a spell on him, there was simply no explanation for it.  

One hand ran possessively up Peter’s back, pulling his shirt up with it.  The other hand squeezed greedily on a handful of ass.

Peter moaned loudly, blushing hard when he realized the sounds he was making. He helped Tony get rid of his shirt. Panting softly when he felt the man's eyes on him. 

"Tony… fuck…" his hair was a mess, sweaty and glued to his forehead. He opened his mouth again, then closed it again. The words just wouldn't come. 

”Yes” Tony whispered, moving suddenly to kiss Peter on the mouth again.  What he whispered next he whispered directly against Peter’s lips.  “Whatever it is, baby, I guarantee the answer is ‘yes.’” 

Peter pulled away enough to speak. This was as good a time as any. He took a deep breath and strugged to find the words.

"This… I've never… been with anyone before…" he admitted, embarrassed. 

Tony blinked in confusion.  Then he blinked several times in confusion.  It didn’t help that this most beautiful body was inches in front of him, and he was ready to cover every inch with his mouth.  He needed to taste it, needed that in a powerful way…

...but wait…

He pulled back enough to fully focus on Peters face, looking into his eyes, perplexed.  

Was Peter saying… was he admitting he had never been in a relationship before??  And did that mean he wanted Tony to… Tony’s chest tightened and his mouth went dry and his heart pounded. 

He wanted that… wanted that like a drowning man wanted to breathe. Wanted this brilliant, beautiful boy in his life.  Wanted it so badly it was OBVIOUS he should say no.  Nothing he wanted like that could be a good thing...

“Kid… are you… are you sure?  Are you sure… you want it to be me?  I mean I’m nine miles of bad road…”

Peter nodded eagerly. "I want it to be you… I'm… I'm… not sure I'll be good at it… but I'm enjoying this," he admitted, closing the distance and kissing Tony's lips. 

"Can we continue? I mean… I understand if you don't want someone as inexperienced as me..." he started to ramble and feel insecure. Covering his chest with his hands nervously. 

Automatically Tony took Peter’s hands and placed them on his own chest, even as he tried his best to puzzle out the incredible information he was receiving.

When Peter had started talking it had occurred to him that he had gotten it wrong… of course Peter wasn’t talking about his first relationship, he was saying this was the first time he had been with his boss before...  which made sense since he had never worked for anyone before… but wait… even that didn’t make sense… now Tony couldn’t figure out what he was being told.

He did catch the part where Peter was enjoying the kissing, so he leaned forward and kissed him very gently, brain spinning.

Then he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the boy for a moment.  It was a ruse - it was to hide his face as he tried to puzzle out what this could possibly mean.

He had caught the word ‘inexperienced’ … the exact opposite of the boys he had been dealing with for the past several years.  Those boys were eager, sometimes over-eager, to show off their skills (and some, of course, were professionals.)  None of them had ever announced that they were inexperienced… 

This was a puzzle.  And vitally important - he had to ask the questions very delicately.

Now they weren’t even kissing - he was just holding Peter, rubbing his hands up and down Peter’s back.  He was taking too long, and it was getting awkward.  He had to say something.

He kissed the boy on the side of the face and spoke very carefully.  “Okay... give me information.  

“You mean… you’ve never been… with an older man?”

Peter swallowed hard. Oh no.

He was going to have to say it out loud, wasn't he? 

[roughridingrednecks]

Peters

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for Halloween with Peter Parker

Peter Parker x reader

warnings:

a/n: FORGOT I WAS WRITIN THIS. LATE HALLOWEEN POST. I HAVE BEEN SO BUSY.

prompt:

you were spider-man for halloween (of course)

“really?” -peter

“there’s no better costume i could have picked” -you

peter was…iron man

“don’t tell mr. stark about this. ever” -peter

“too late” -you, taking a picture

you sent it straight to tony

and he called almost immediately

“you could have told me you were gonna be me, im flattered. i could have lent you an old suit of mine so you didn’t have to wear that cheap mask” -tony

“that’s so kind of you, but i dont know how safe it is to wear a military grade weapon to any halloween parties or like, on the street” -you

“well, you guys wouldn’t be on the street. you could fly!” -tony

“thank you, mr. stark. i just think i’ll fit it better with this stuff!” -peter

“well, suit yourself. cheaply.” -tony

you guys took so many pictures together

remaking all kinds of poses and such

(you colored a paper plate to look like captain america’s shield and did the spider pose on peter’s bed)

you both recreated the peter/tony picture together

“can i draw the goatee on your face” -you

“it’d be my greatest honor” -peter

it was sloppy but it was a fantastic addition

“‘FRIDAY, how many hours of sleep should the average human being get each night?’” -peter, mocking tony’s voice

“‘eight hours, mr. stark’” -you, mocking FRIDAY

“‘no, you’re wrong FRIDAY. the answer is two hours every two days’” -peter

fighting the urge to go trick or treating

“i mean—aren’t we a little too old for that?” -you

“i don’t really think there’s an age limit” -peter

“yeah, but like, i was thinking more of a party and some scary movies afterwards” -you

“…i have to call ned” -peter

ned showed up to peter’s house dressed as a spider

“we coordinated this. im the spider that bit you” -ned

may was basically babysitting you guys with a camera during all of this, too

constantly snapping candids

“guys, squeeze together so i can get a few more” -may

you guys ended up finding a party thrown by a midtown student and it was…

okay?

not exactly your speed, you know?

ned actually was kind of into it though

“shots! shots! shots!” -the crowd

ned did one shot

“UGHHHHHH” -ned, hating every second of it

“told you” -you and peter

okay, so maybe the party was a blow

(you guys stole a bunch of candy out of a bowl and left)

the neighborhood had really cool halloween lights, you were able to wander and check out the decor

“that’s so me” -you, every 60 seconds

“no, that’s me” -peter

“no, that’s you” -you, pointing at an inflatable spider that had been deflated

when you got back to peter’s, you found may obsessively baking “halloween treats”

“hi guys! okay, so i have witch finger pretzels, ghost marshmallows, pumpkin cookies—oh! and those tiny pumpkins with paint. go ahead, take some stuff!” -may

you all three squeezed together on the couch and turned on the halloween movie (og of course)

“no one draw any more spiders!” -peter

*you and ned freezing and trying to cover the spiders you just painted*

“oops” -you

cracking up the whole time

peter trying to poke you with the witch finger pretzel

then pretending to pick his nose with it and eat it

“ew, peter! stop!!” -you

“hey, did may just stick some sprinkles in this marshmallow and call it a ghost?” -ned

“yeah. it’s a ghost.” -peter

“yeah, ned. are you too good for it?” -you

*ned quietly eating the marshmallow*

every once in a while you’d start paying attention to the movie again

“gross. fake. dumbass. ew.” -you

eventually you guys all crashed (on the couches, of course) and may made sure to give each of you a blanket so you had a good night

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