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[mystisophia]

Peter, like every Gen Z person, has a TikTok account where he shamelessly reposts Iron Man/Tony Stark thirst edits.

Yes, he was his mentor and kind of his friend, but he wasn't going to deny that the man was insanely hot and also his celebrity crush since forever; he couldn't help it!

Oh, and he also reposted videos about being in love with an older man and things like that.

Besides, he only had his friends added on TikTok, and Mr. Stark certainly wasn't a fan of that kind of thing, so... it was okay, no body no crime.

It was a Saturday morning at the Avengers compound. It was a often thing for Peter to spend his days and weekends there, since of course, Mr. Stark had made him a room in the building. Thought, to be fair, it was meant to be to him live there full time but he rejected.

Peter had been up a while ago and was now at the kitchen island with a half-eaten bowl of cereal while taking one last look at a video he had recorded with Ned about the last Star Wars Lego set that they recently assembled, and he was planning to upload it on TikTok. He wasn't a person who posted regularly only occasionally like now.

Everything was quiet; he was too focused on his phone until...

"What are you doing?"

He almost jumped out of his seat and his phone almost crashed against the island's marble.

"Oh- holy shit! Mr. Stark" He sighed in relief, placing his hand on his chest as he looked at the man behind him— way too close. "You almost scared the hell out of me."

"Language."

"Sorry."

Tony raised a brow. "I thought your spider-senses warned you about this kind of thing."

"Yeah, well, my senses only warn me of possible danger, and you, Mr. Stark, are certainly not a threat."

The older man looked at him for a few more seconds, then let out a small laugh and ruffled his hair.

"Fair point, kid." he said. "But seriously, what were you doing?" He nodded towards Peter's phone.

"Oh, this? Just uploading a TikTok."

"A what? A Tik...Tok?" he repetead, confused. "What's that?"

"They are like short videos that you can upload or watch on the app, also called TikTok. Here." Peter said, handing over his phone and showing him his uploads. There were only five videos: one with Ned, one with MJ, one with both, and two solo ones.

"Looks like the video diaries you used to make with your camera."

"Well, kinda. You can actually upload whatever you want, It's more like the YouTube shorts videos or the Instagram reels."

Tony formed his mouth into a small "Oh." apparently getting the idea as he began scrolling through the "For you" page.

"Interesting." he muttered, eventually handing the phone back to Peter. "God, now I really started to feel like an old, outdated man"

Peter shook his head and laughed. "I don't think the owner of the most advanced tech company in the world counts as a outdated"

"But you don't deny the old man thing? Ouch, Parker, watch your tone."

The two laughed and continued chatting casually. Tony ended up joining Peter for breakfast.

A normal morning.

— . — — . . – — — . — — . . – — — . — — . . – —

Monday.

He had started the day with the worst subject, literature. I mean, he didn't hate the subject but Miss Brooke certainly wasn't his favorite teacher, too boring and her explanations seemed endless.

Thank God— he always sat in the back even though unlike Ned who always fell asleep in class or Mj who was surely in detention (voluntarily) sketching in her notebook, he paid attention or well, he tried to.

Suddenly, Peter's phone buzzed.

The screen phone was upside down, but he flipped it over to check what it was.

ts3000 has started to follow you.

It was a notification from TikTok.

Peter raised an eyebrow; nothing unusual. He'd been getting more followers, likes and stuff lately.

Before he could unlock his phone, a sharp voice cut across the room.

"Is your technological device more interesting than my class, Parker?"

"Oh, no! Sorry, Miss Brooke. No, it it's not."

"Well, in that case, put it away, or I'll have to take it away from you. This was the one and only time I'll tell you this." the teacher slammed her fist on Ned's desk. "Leeds, you better wake up and pay attention, or you're leaving my class."

His friend blinked awake, startled "Huh-? Yes, ma'am. Sorry."

She gave them both a last glare before returning to the front of the class. A few classmates snickered.

Finally, the class ended; recess arrived and Peter met up with his friends in the cafeteria

Then— his phone rang; it was a call.

"Mr. Stark."

What? What was he doing calling him at this hour? At school? Had something happened? An emergency?

He quickly excused himself from his friends and headed to the nearest restroom to answer.

"Hey, Mr—"

"So you like older men?"

"What?"

"Men twice your age who could easily be your father, boy."

"W-what? What are you talking about, Mr. Stark? I don't understand-"

"I know what you share on that 'TikTok' app, kid. I started following you a few hours ago, and you didn't follow me back. Rude. Do you know how many people would die for a follow from Iron Man on social media?"

This couldn't be happening.

"You... you have TikTok? Since when?"

"Since today. I wanted to be on the 'same page' as your generation, only to find out that you've got a thing for men like me. Specifically me"

Oh no, no, no.

Then he remembered.

"ts3000 has started to follow you."

ts.

ts = Tony Stark. THE INITIALS OF MR. STARK'S NAME! ! !

"Wait! N-no, it's not what you think; I-I can explain!"

"Don't start to give me the whole 'it's not what you think' crap! It is exactly what i think and you know it. You love watching hot videos that my fans make about me, don't you? And leaving comments like 'he is so fine' or 'I want him,' huh?"

"A-ah, i-i—"

"I'm sending Happy to pick you up. Be ready"

"Wait, what!?! I have class! I can't leave just like that!"

"Of course you can. I called your principal. He's fine with it. You and I need to talk. In person. Now."

"Mr. Stark, i-i'm so sorry, seriously. You weren't supposed to find out like this. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'll do whatever to make this up, just- I'm so sorry."

"Uncomfortable? Oh no, Peter. I'm flattered, actually. And make this up? Don't start giving me more ideas that i already have for you, kid..."

Flattered? Ideas? For him?

"W-what? What do you mean, Mr. Stark?"

"How much do you like me?" "Everything you said in those comments and all the videos you reposted... were you for real?"

"i-i'm not i-"

"Be honest, Peter, be completely honest. Don't lie to me"

Fuck it.

"I-i like you a-a lot, Mr. Stark. And y-yes, I was for real, everything was for real."

There was a sharp inhale on the other end.

"Everything?"

"Everything."

"Fuck—" he growled. "You have no idea what you do to me..."

Was he...?

"Happy's on his way. You better get your round cute perfect ass in the car when he arrives, or I swear l'Il regret the restraint I'm trying to have."

"What do you mean by—"

"You want me? Fine, You've got me, I will give you everything you want. But you better be a good boy for me. I'll be waiting for you, don't make me regret it."

Oh my god, oh my god, it was happening! Mr. Stark was giving him... A chance? Yes, he was.

"Y-yes, yes! I'll be good, I promise."

"Good."

Tony ended the call.

This was going to end with a very happy ending. (😏😏😏)

(sorry again and again for my bad english, not my first language- ugh)

~ mystisophia 🍒

[mystisophia]

Omega Peter Parker entering in his first heat blinded by confusion without knowing what is happening to him and his body, why did he feel so weird? and... needy?

Alpha Tony Stark quickly realizing the situation taking and taking Omega Peter Parker to his own room just to take his virgnity, fuck him and knotting him multiple times.

I mean, what was Tony supposed to do? be the responsible adult or something? Oh no, his beautiful young protégé, who had been the focus of his darkest desires, had entered to his first omega heat in the middle of their workshop hours. Clearly he was going to take advantage of the situation.

So he also marking him with the mating mark and also he had decided that he was going to be the only alpha who was going to have Peter like this and the only one who was going to make the kid give him puppies.

And Yes... All this with the dubious consent of a vulnerable Peter Parker.

~ mystisophia 🍒

[thechaoticcheese]

Smashes open door

I'm back and not for the CoD as of right now. Got a bit Caught up in Marvel and created this AU so TonyxPeter ain't fuckin weird:

This was copy n pasted from a friend's dms so excuse anything that may be referring to them.

Idk if this is a crack ship idea but it woke me up enough to give me energy to tell you

Inhales

So Tony Stark and Spiderman, but Tony is not 30-40 but around Peter's age if not a bit older. They're both still smart and Tony's dad is still around(as much as he is).

Peter still gets bitten, turns into Spiderman, Uncle Ben dies.

One day, I'm thinking during Tony's Birthday (I wanna do 21st so Tony's plastered, but Peter would probably be about 2 years younger), like Doc Oc or the Green Goblin (or someone thirsty for Stark Enterprise tech and they know some of it comes from Tony and not his dad(cause Tony's decided to use his brain for more good sometimes)) and Spiderman comes to save the day, however, it ends up with a drunk Tony holding onto Spiderman and them swinging through the city cause the villain is still after Spiderman. Tony then develops a crush on Spiderman here in his absolutely drunken state and after he's safe(probably on a roof top) Spiderman plops him down and starts walking back and forth trying to converse with Tony who is just staring up at the guy with the most "I'm not hearing you but loving just hearing your voice" stare ever made. Spiderman realizes this isn't working and basically just slings away on the lines of "if this happens again, I'll be back". Well ofc it happens again, but a few days later and Tony has been chugging energy drinks (probably having a headache cause after he went home and crashed out on a couch despite the place still being a mess) along with developing a suit for Spiderman, but along the lines got an idea to make one for himself. So the next time the villain comes over, Tony is working on like a prototype for his blaster and while it works, Tony is also injured in the process, getting iron bits into his body. Ofc Spiderman arrives on time to beat the bad guy, but instead of Tony going to the doctor, he kind of just quickly slaps together a makeshift Arc Reactor(not like a proper one, but like the one the doctor used in the movies cause this boy has medical knowledge in this universe) and insist he's fine while trying to gush to Spiderman about a suit he's building for the dude. Spiderman is a little weirded out but listens anyways, suggests a few things, before needing to dip.

Then their bond just kinda grew from there. Tony eventually becomes Iron Man, finds out Spiderman's identity and decides to flirt with Peter in and out of suit just not tell him (so then Peter is like "fuck he really just is a Playboy") and Peter is basically done until when they're facing a villain together, Tony slips up his nicknames and called Spiderman something he only calls Peter.

Uhhh something something Peter forgives him but Tony is on thin ice.

Tony eventually goes to the doctor for the shrapnel.

Oh and MJ and Penny are together in this universe.

not sure when/how to kill Tony's dad but I do want to make it feel like it's his fault but Spiderman gives him the "great power comes great responsibility" talk that doesn't entirely work until Tony's moping around like a week later and is thinking about it as he's watching Spiderman fight a villain and realizes why he became Ironman.

Tony is still a little sarcastic to Peter, but is way better than how he treats others and Peter is basically Tony's better half.

Now I'm just picturing wedding photos of Tony and Peter in tuxes and Tony picks up Peter but at home Peter picks up Tony and Tony saves that on his phone cause ofc he has hidden cameras in his home except for the bedroom... Peter doesn't mind.

[mystisophia]

this is so beautiful, so creative ! ! !

I love it

[finitegray]

today’s brainrot —

Tony creating a synthetic fabric that feels heavenly to Peter’s senses bc normal fabrics are too scratchy and overstimulating

Tony developing all sorts of sensory dampening items for Peter after Peter offhandedly comments how rough it is on his senses to ride the subway after a long day what with the noises and smells and whatnot

Tony working to integrate Karen into every single piece of tech Peter owns, even his horrifically dated ipod nano because, duh, it’s Tony

Peter one day mentions x y z on something his school/college could improve on but don’t have the funds and suddenly they’ve got an anonymous donor

Tony not knowing how to say I love you so he builds and buys because that’s what you do, right? You give and give until someone (Pepper, Steve, Nat) leaves

Tony breaking down in tears when Peter gives him presents back, when Peter makes him something, when Peter plans a quiet day out for them that’s not expensive or important, but just like a picnic in a small park in the middle of nowhere. Peter spoiling Tony back in his own way

[mystisophia]

this is so beautiful and so canon 😭❤️‍🩹😢

[suckralose]

I love a manipulative Tony x vulnerable yet resilient Peter.

TW for abuse, manipulation, and the tiniest bit of gore. Grooming? I mean implied but nothing explicit here.

Idk what to tell you this is cathartic for me. Anyways.

Like, Peter who endures so fucking much. The death of Ben, of May, every traumatic event that has transpired with the Avengers and every traumatic thing Stark had (purposely or not) subjected him to.

Specifically in homecoming. Peter who just crawled out of a pile of rubble, who just survived an explosion. A fuckin plane crash.

Peter who just, oh so desperately, wants comfort. But of course, Peter never gets what he wants.

He wishes he could run to Tony's arms, but Tony and him just argued. He's probably mad at him, he has taken his suit after all.

And, since he had to use the old one, the toll he took from the night was big. Messy hair sticking to his forehead with blood, shrapnel from his broken goggles piercing his cheecks, even melted pieces of fabric sticking to burnt patches on his skin.

He can't go back to his house like this. For gods sake; he can't go anywhere like this.

He checks and, to his horror (Horror? Sadness? Anger?) His web shooters are not only empty, but busted.

He wants to cry and maybe he does, who cares.

┈ ┈ ┈ ⋞ 〈 🕷 〉 ⋟ ┈ ┈ ┈

Cut to Tony, who to nobody surprise (expect Peter's) had planned it all. Did Peter really think that someone as coarse and common as Toomes could steal from him? From the Tony Stark?

He had to admit, it maybe got out of his hands at one point. Even though he did expect Peter to follow and trap the guy he didn't really expect for it to go sideways just as much as it ended up doing. Good thing he placed a tracking chip inside of the Kid's shoe all those months ago when he first recruited him for Berlin.

Anyways, maybe he started to regret taking the suit from him. Just a tiny bit. Of course, he had done it with the moral and ethical purpose of teaching Peter a valuable lesson, but to also make real sure that the kid would be perfectly pliant in the future. Tony could give and could also take, that was the important lesson here:

Without Tony = Hurt, bad, sad.

With Tony = Secure, comforted, happy.

An easy equation, one such a genius as Parker could easily internalize.

∆ -------- ••• ------- ∆ °° ∆ -------- ••• ------- ∆

When Peter opens his eyes again he's not even completely sure whether he had died already or not. It's still dark outside, that he can tell.

"C'me on, come on." The way hard and cold iron engulfed his frame effortlessly to— "I've got you, come on." —manhandle his body reminds him of the time he almost drowned. "Im here, baby." Tony had saved him that time.

Tony.

"Mr Stark."

He whined on a thread of voice, eyes slowly focusing, legs trying to find their equilibrium while something else kept him up right. He stumbles, clawing at the metal plate on Tony's chest. "I-Im so sorry." He whines, he sobs even before he can actually registers there's tears running down his face, before he can actually think about why is he apologizing for.

Stark coo's at him, retracting the iron suit to allow some physical contact between them. He shushes the bloody mess in his arms as he slowly sets them back on the floor. He hugs Peter, he combs his matted hair back and tells him that everything's okay because he's here now and he's going to make everything better.

"I'm here baby. I've got you, I've got you."

He allows the child in his arms to wail and tug at him until he finally settles with exhaustion into his arms. "Now, there, there..." He brushes his cheeck, cleaning blood and dirt off as well as tears while he does so, taking the boy's face in his hands in order to make him listen properly. "See what happens when you don't listen to me, Peter?"

ANYWAYS hoped you liked it, I'm new to writing (anything at all. This is my second whip ever, check the first if you want to ruin your day) and english its not my first language so feel free to correct my grammar!!!

[mystisophia]

this is so good !!! I need more of manipulative Tony

[awesomestarker]

Peter tries masturbation but finds it entirely unsatisfactory. It doesn’t feel as great as people in porn look like it feels and it’s just frustrating

Ned assures him that it’s normal. Porn is porn and most of it isn’t even real. It’s just acting

But Peter wants an earthshattering orgasm. Instead he has to arrange himself with never living up to his expectations

Until Tony fucks him for the first time. He’s shaking and moaning, unable to form words and when he tips over the edge he’s sure he lost consciousness. And that’s not even where it ends because Tony fuck him all through the afterglow and makes him come again in under three minutes

[mystisophia]

hot

[willgrahamscock]

HANNIBAL + Text Posts 29/∞

thank you anon for this hilarious ask.

[psstay]

Soft Minsung for starters 💖💚

[stubblebrilliant]

Guts is absolutely cute as hell as a bottom — I’ll have to draw more of him at the mercy of his commander!

Both Griff and Guts are adorable in their own ways when they’re the one being loved and utterly overwhelmed XDD

The 2 full images check out here and here

[stubblebrilliant]

GriffGuts Smut;)

Griffith’s ‘dream’ isn’t complete until he’s got Guts’s big sword inside him, let’s be honest.😏

Link for the 2 complete images:

This and this

[yonglixx]

250920 TMA♡

[jaganeyeliner]

Live action Griffith?

[h4ndarling]

DIVINE. ACT 0: The Curse

Pairing: Jeongin x fem!reader

Synopsis: Chan, a college student, has wandered places he should stay out of and now, he is the listener of an age old tale.

TW: Injury, very mild horror

word count - 1.1k

Author's Notes - I'll be adding chapter specific warnings for this series. Also this particular chapter serves as a prologue for the story and is very short. That being said, this is my first attempt in writing this type of fantasy genre so I would love to heed any and every genuine criticism possible so I can improve my writing. Interacting with my work gives me the motivation to write more so pls like and reblog to keep this blog running and this little writer happy! Enjoyyyy!!

There exists a fine line between courage and stupidity. Chan is treading this thin line ever since he stepped foot into this dilapidated house. He can't put a finger on the uncanny nature of this place. Is it because of the warm breath fanning his neck right from the broken door?

Is it the perfect condition of the wooden floors, the heightened block of polished stone oddly resembling a pedestal? Or maybe the wax of the candles lining the giant hall absolutely intact and without a speckle of dust?

There is no light amidst these old walls, but everything is strangely illuminated from the waning moonlight itself.

Chan's greatest mistake was to enter this old deserted village at two in the morning, despite the very clear board warning people not to enter after sunset. This is where adventure takes a foolhardy college student taking a break from his monotonous world.

The unfortunate thing is because of the blizzard outside, he's stuck here for a few more hours. Which means-

Crash.

A painting falls from the wall, wooden frame split open in a corner. He holds it up to inspect the damage, the money he would have to pour to get it fixed if this place is a heritage site. Another small mistake, but he can't stop himself.

A woman sits in the middle, her gold robes spread across the entirety of the hall, the same hall he is standing in right now. So, it is a pedestal. She doesn't look up, her face masked halfway from linen fabric. She is completely bundled up in cloth and gold ornaments, various plates of ripe fruit and thick books set in front of her.

She must be the landlady of this house. Rich woman flaunting her wealth, very typical.

Creak. That must be the door. Chan thought he was alone here. His hand tightens on the swiss knife he usually keeps on himself. Although he doubts that is going to help if all of this is the haunting of a vengeful ghost. In which case, he can begin writing his will now itself.

Chan can clearly hear footsteps now. If there was any bravery left within him, it has already disintegrated with his entry into this house.

His breath quickens as he sticks his back at the wall, neck turned towards the source of the steps. When the sounds grow louder, he marks his strike three of his successive mistakes by running, the wooden floorboards singing under his shifting weight.

The breath on his neck speeds up as he runs. He looks back to see what's behind him.

Nothing.

One more step and a chipped blade of wood pierces his foot through his sports shoes. He screams, pain blooming through his leg as he falls to the ground, clutching his wounded foot like a dog.

"Should've been careful, hmm?", a voice sounds behind him and Chan turns at the speed of lightning, a sprain shooting up his neck.

A boy, no younger than him, wrapped in thick black rags, helps him up, tutting at his bleeding foot. Chan is too stunned to speak, but most of him is grateful to find a guy for help in this empty ghost of a village. He doesn't wait around, arm holding up the weight of Chan's torso, dragging him towards the broken door.

From there, they walk for a minute or two, reaching a large ground, boulders and rocks scattered over the space. He sets Chan on one of the rocks and tears a corner of his rags.

"Remove your shoes", he taps his foot. But Chan can't hear a thing, mind already floating far away, eyes squeezed shut from the searing pain.

He doesn't call out again, grunting and mumbling under his breath before throwing his shoe off. With a smooth flick of hand, he pulls out the sharp piece of wood, finally getting back his attention.

"Ouch, can you do this a bit more gently?", Chan groans, nails crumbling as he grabs on to the rock. He knows this is probably not the right thing to say to the man who just saved his life, but what can he do? This wound is being an absolute bitch to clean and each touch is chipping away fragments of his soul.

"I'm being gentle".

He wraps the rag over the wound tightly, putting back the shoe he threw off on the injured feet, giving it a final tap as Chan winces again.

"Can't read the sign outside? Why did you enter the village this late?", he frowns and Chan has to hold himself back from snapping. He's the only man who can get him out of this place so it is necessary he be as kind as possible.

As kind as humanly possible. Which is not much.

"I can read, I'm a college student for God's sake", he cries out, exasperated from this conversation already, "An absolute hell of a blizzard outside so I had to-"

Now that he notices it, the ground is clean, not even a hint of snow on the soil. It's extremely dry, no grass, no shrubs. Particularly concerning, since its the middle of spring right now.

"Nothing grows here, no rainfall, no snowstorms", he stares back at the vast expanses of deserted land. "Don't you know?"

"Know what?"

"This village is cursed".

A beat of silence passes through them, the howling of wind louder than his breath. Chan is waiting for some reason, perhaps for the man to cackle at him and reveal that he was being pranked this whole time.

But he just gazes wistfully at the sky.

"Cursed?"

"For centuries now, yes".

"Well, go on", Chan urges the hesitant guy, ears already perked up. "Don't stop now, I need to know why".

"It will take a while to narrate", he sighs, not taking his eyes off the moonlit ground.

"I have time till morning, please".

A breath and he feels the world stop to listen, the wind waning slowly. His lively eyes become shadowed by what he is about to tell.

"Well then, it's only right that I start at her birth".

"Whose birth?"

"The Goddess", he looks at him incredulously, like it was a universal fact. "The woman to whom this temple belongs to".

From this distance, the house stands tall and majestic, the red seven-tiered spire towering over the clouds. A temple, not a house. The man's words pass through his skull as he imagines the woman in the painting, face hidden away from the world.

In his mind, the Goddess tilts her head up, the linen cloth slipping off her face. She looks at him, pleading eyes asking for him to listen to her story.

So, Chan makes up his mind. He listens to the tale.

For the first time in years, someone in this village listens.

[hyunpic]

[unanuvola]

I.N LIVE ON FANS 🦊 #1

[awesomestarker]

Tony has a bedpost with a nice round bulb at the top

He’s used it for a bunch of sexy purposes like tying up his bed partners in various interesting positions

but still he’s surprised when he gets a notification from FRIDAY that tells him someone came into his bedroom and he’s even more surprised when he opens the video feed and finds his son slowly sinking himself down onto said bedpost

[awesomestarker]

Was going through old posts and saw this with @vampirate99 asking for more. So…

Tony doesn’t mention it but he does masturbate

And he sets Friday so she informs him if it happens again because by the pleasure in Peter’s face he’s pretty sure that he’ll be coming back

And he does. He comes back multiple times in fact

Always sinking down on the nice big bulb of Tony’s bedpost

Tony manages to install new cameras to get the perfect view and he also spends multiple nights (all of them. It’s every night) masturbating while staring at the empty bedpost right in front of him

And then one day, after Peter has sunk down this post countless times, when his hole has gotten used to the stretch and Peter’s splattered his cum on Tony’s sheets again and again, Peter tries a new position. he turns a bit more to the side and he changes his footing and he actually manages to sink even deeper

And then he gets stuck like this. Because his legs shake so much and he’s so deep down that he doesn’t have any leverage, so he’s just hanging there, impaled and whimpering

At first he thinks he’ll somehow find a way but the longer it takes the more desperate he becomes until he eventually resigns himself to beg Friday to call his dad

Tony was already watching but he enjoyed his sons sweaty face and whimpering sounds too much to do something about it

When he finally hears Peter’s whimpered cries for his dad he comes instantly and then decides it’s time to finally end this charade and outright fuck Peter

[finitegray]

Hanahaki but make it SIM who’s incredibly clueless and doesn’t know who the fuck he’d love that much (like are you kidding?? Love? Who does he love period—)

Soulmates but there’s nothing to lead you to them, just a vague sort of click and knowing that happens at some point when you touch them — not even necessarily the first time.

Extremis changed a lot of his biology so why not this, too? Why not push it into Hanahaki but it develops when you’re in close proximity with your soulmate but you won’t get tf together already so your body starts growing roots. Can’t ignore it now, mf.

Pepper and Rhodey and Happy being just as baffled because Tony hasn’t dated since Extremis, let alone shown interest in anyone. 90% of the time he’s either in the lab or threatening some poor government, where would he have met someone? He barely interacts with them some days, let alone the other workers of his company.

Then of course there’s just insignificant little Peter Parker. Orphan, no friends or family left, intern at SI by day and Spiderman by night, though if you ask him to justify his hero-ing when he works for someone like Superior, well. It’s a good thing no one asks him because he doesn’t know himself.

Though maybe it sort of clicks when he comes across the man, mid coughing fit, and spots a splattering of lily of the valley’s spewing from the man’s mouth.

“Huh. My favorites,” Peter comments absently, as usual his mouth working faster than his brain.

[devilmaymetalgear]

Superior iron man please emotionally manipulate me