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Jason Todd be like:

*examines your pdf folder* have you read them all?

Okay but have you heard the song Vices and Virtues by Reinaeiry? Because I have thoughts. Like can you imagine Peter and SIM! Tony? SIM seeing this perfect boy and trying to court him and be sweet to this one person and Peter trying so hard not to let it show that he’s falling in love with his enemy but eventually just giving in and letting himself fall knowing he’ll be caught and spoiled?

Peter's mask comes off in the middle of a fight and Tony flips a 180 from wanting to pulverise this little pest into wanting nothing more than to have him in his arms, in his bed, by his side.

Force doesn't work. Peter reacts like a feral cat, all hissing and spitting and claws. It's admirable, it's arousing... But it's not what Tony wants.

He doesn't want to make Peter want him. No. This will taste all the more sweet if the boy came to him of his own accord.

He brings him flowers. Has expensive, fancy meals delivered to the school at lunch time. Sends him gifts near daily, beautifully wrapped and always eith a hand written note.

And Peter isn't impressed by any of these things, even if he wears the outfits, eats the food and always says thank you next time they see each other.

No. Peter only softens when Tony tells him about hearing JARVIS speak for the first time. When Tony once lets slip that, when he was just a boy, he used to dream of being an astronaut.

Peter only starts looking at him differently the day he saves a stray dog in the street, clutching the filthy thing to his $8,000 suit, chiding it gently for not watching the road.

Peter stops calling him Your Highness, all teeth and claws, and starts calling him Mr. Stark, soft and sweet. Starts to blush when Tony tells him reverently how beautiful he is, how strong.

It's the greatest victory of all The Superior's rule, watching Peter slowly accept the fall, watching him let go of the fight. When Peter kisses him it tastes like success, like power.

The Superior was formidable, alone. But with Peter to cherish, he is unstoppable.

Tony Stark has been and always will be my number one shayla 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

coquette tumblr girls love to compare themselves to prey animals. uhm no. deer will literally shred you with their kicking hooves and they are beautiful and strong. you are something else that rolls over and dies.

so this happened to me today

the line between vengeful brutal catharsis and gay sex is very thin so be careful out there

People usually do a double take when Quentin introduces Peter as his boyfriend. Look, he gets it. He’s a 38 year old renowned UFC fighter dating a baby-faced 20 year old who’s still in college. It’s not just that - Quentin’s known for his penchant for violence. When he’s in the ring, he really fucking brawls. He’s got a temper, borne from years of having to endure his shithead of a dad and even if he’s been in therapy for it, it’s still a lot to deal.

The first time he had crossed paths with Peter, it was in a parking lot with Quentin sporting a bloody nose from a brawl with a bunch of drunken assholes. He’s pretty sure he’s got a cut above his left eyebrow, the blood from his nose is staining the front of his shirt and suddenly, there’s a boy squatting down in front of him, peering worriedly at Quentin.

“Shit, mister, that looks bad. Do you need me to call the ambulance?”

This complete stranger had then accompanied Quentin to the A&E, not even thrown off by the fact that Quentin had more or less caused some serious damage to three other men.

“…so, do you like to fight? That was, like, pretty crazy what you did back there.”

“…you don’t know me?”

“Uh, no. Am I supposed to?”

That night, Peter finds out that he’s the Quentin Beck.

“Oh man, sorry. I don’t really follow the UFC. You’re not gonna beat me up for not knowing you, right?”

Quentin laughs.

Peter is a fucking saint. Wouldn’t hurt a fly, and he’s all please(s) and thank you(s) and he’s basically the best fucking thing that’s happened to Quentin. He’s gentle in ways that Quentin is rough and quick to fly off the handle, the anchor that keeps Quentin from causing some real damage to others when he’s pissed. Peter’s into games and reading, gets really excited about theories and methods of physics, and yeah, it’s fucking cute when he starts rambling.

And gentle sweet Peter is an absolute minx when they’re in bed, so easily aroused by how Quentin is so much broader and bigger than he is. What he does for a living means that he stays in pretty good shape 24/7, and Peter loves that Quentin can just rough him around and really manhandle him.

There’s just something about Peter that calms the chaos and suppressed rage that lurks in Quentin, being with him centers Quentin in a way that makes him feel like he’s capable of doing anything.

Also, Quentin goes crazy feral when his baby turns up at his matches, yelling and hooting with the rest of the crowd - “You got this, baby! Fuck him up!”. It’s adrenaline like no other because yeah, he fucking loves showing off for his boyfriend.

Who put em in that box? Smh. Peter punched a whole through the metal in the next panel for sure. Or maybe punched Wade. Or maybe both.

Never drew two guys in a box before… it’s really hard guys. I tried my best😔