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The Duchess and the Bastard (IV) - Lord Solo. Ben

WC: 1.5k words Warnings: Fluff. Victorian AU. Mutual pining. Flowers.

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Rey moved a hand over her dress, adjusting it over her body to adjust her blue dress over her body. She had matched it to the flowers Ben had sent her, and even put on some bright blue earrings to match it. Rose had invited him to Paige's - her older sister - engagement party, a small celebration to mark the countdown to her wedding to Lord Beaumont, the heir to a new baron title, and she was maybe a little too eager for it because of that.

She was standing in front of Grandfather’s study now. He wasn’t going to go - one long ball was enough to tire him for the whole week - but wanted to see her before she left.

“Come inside, my dear,” he called.

Rey walked inside with quiet steps, a little unsure.

Grandfather knew that she had a secret admire, but did he suspect of anything.

She feared he would never agree of having her marry Lord Solo. He was a bastard - noble, of Royal blood, but still a bastard - and the son of a scoundrel, a pirate! His mother’s ranking wasn’t near enough to compensate for that. Not all the money in the world would ever compensate for him being born out of wedlock.

Only a miracle would make him bend.

“You look very beautiful, my dear,” he smiled. “You always do.”

Rey smiled, and Grandfather slowly stood up, relying on his cane.

“That dress,” his lips curled in a little smile. “I thought you said you would save it for a special occasion. Your birthday, no?”

She felt her cheeks warming up in a blush, and he giggled to himself.

“It matches the colour of the hydrangeas you were gifted a few days ago, doesn’t it?”

She bit her lower lip.

“Maybe,” Rey agreed.

“And the earrings,” he pointed at her. “They were your grandmother’s.”

She looked away, and grandfather reached for her hand, squeezing it.

“It brought out the beautiful blue in her eyes,” he recalled, looking a little sat as he seemed to remember her grandmother, and the eyes he always affirmed he loved so much. “Which I can never, and will never, forget.”

Grandfather reached for her face and touched her cheek, watching her with a soft look in his eyes.

“I hope you meet him,” he declared. “Whoever this Lord who has sent you flowers is. Dance with him. Exchange words.”

She breathed in deep, surprised by his tender wishes.

“My guess is that it is Lord Dameron,” he confessed with a little chuckle. “At least I hope it is he.”

Rey let a little smile grow on her lips, somewhere between amused and afraid.

“And if it isn’t him?” she asked. “If it is someone else?”

“Then he is free to come ask me for your hand whenever he seems fit,” he told her, unaffected. “And I’ll happily give it to him if you want him as such.”

She exhaled, a little calmer, and he caressed her knuckles with his thumb.

“I only want what is best for you, Rey,” he reminded her. “Always.”

He then raised his eyes to the door, and cleared his throat, making her do the very same thing, and a footman was already waiting for Rey.

“Go, my dear,” he instructed. “You don’t want to be late.”

He kissed her knuckles and Rey finally pulled away, wordlessly following the footmen, nervous as she was driven away in the carriage, now unable to keep herself from overthinking.

The carriage stopped by the entrance of the Tico’s Mansion, and tried to hide her worries when her footman opened the door, helping her walk into the stone floor.

The moment she walked inside, Rose was quick to rush to her side and hug her closely.

“I thought you weren’t coming!” her friend squeezed her.

“Grandfather wanted to see me before I left,” she explained as Rose stepped away.

Her best friend’s eyes widened as her face turned in worry, and Rey looked around, quickly pulling her to a little corner.

“Lord Solo sent me flowers,” she confessed. “Secretly.”

“Did Lord Palpatine find out he did it?” Rose asked, spooked.

“No,” she shook her head. “No, he didn’t.”

Rey looked around, trying to make sure no one was watching them. The party was smaller than the one grandfather had thrown, mostly composed by the two families involved in the engagement - Paige and Rose were the only children of their father, and while Rey was going to inherit her grandfather’s dukedom, the Tico earldom was supposed to go to her sons. It was a complicated situation - and a few of their friends.

“But he says he hopes it was Lord Dameron’s gift,” she explained, a little nervous.

Rose’s shoulders fell, relaxing, nodding.

“Let him think that,” she decided, and squeezed her hand. “Now come. Paige wants to thank you for your engagement gift.”

She let herself be dragged away, quickly greeting Paige and her fiancé, who seemed very grateful about a gift she was half sure grandfather had been the one to send them with her name included, and they talked about their plans to wed in the next Summer and their new home in Chandrilla, which Lord Beaumont had been building for months now.

And then, music started playing, and she was surprised by no one other than Lord Dameron - who she didn’t even know had been invited - coming to her side.

“Lady Palpatine,” he bowed. “May I have this dance?”

Rey looked around the room discreetly.

Lord Solo had been invited. She couldn’t see him anywhere.

She moved her eyes from his hand to his face, and Lord Dameron shot her a charming look.

It would be terribly impolite to say no to him.

“Of course,” he placed her hand over his.

Lord Dameron guided her to stand among the other people dancing and held her wait at a respectful distance before guiding her through the waltz, wordlessly trying to concentrate on the steps.

And then, she saw him. A little crouched by Rose’s side, with his arms crossed and talking very discreetly to her best friend as if it was supposed to be a secret.

"Lady Rebecca," Lord Dameron called her, making Rey shift her attention back to him. "If you allow me the indiscretion."

She looked at his face, and he grinned a charming smile. Lord Dameron was a good-looking man, tall and tanned, and very charming.

"Yes, Lord Dameron?"

"You look divine," he affirmed, slowly. "It's an honour to be able to dance with you tonight."

Rey's cheek's flushed at the compliment.

"Thank you, my lord," she smiled.

The song ended, and everyone stopped just as Rey watched Lord Solo walking through one of the doors, and her feet almost threatened to go after him, but Rose was quicker.

“Lord Dameron,” she called and rushed to their side. “I think your footman is trying to find you. I think something important is wrong. ”

He frowned, confused, and threw a look around the room before clearing his throat.

“Excuse me,” Lord Dameron said quickly.

He stepped away from them, and Rose put her arms around Rey’s.

“I have sent Finn to distract him,” she whispered. “Now go to the gardens. Lord Solo has a gift for you.”

Rey raised her eyebrows, a little surprised, but was quickly shoved by her friend and not given time to think twice, quickly making her way out to the gardens.

Lord Solo was standing on the side of the maze, and just shot her an interested look before stepping out and walking away, around it, and she rushed to get to him.

“Lady Rebecca,” he bowed respectfully to her, and his lips curled in a smile once his eyes fell on hers. “You look beautiful.”

Rey grinned.

“Good evening, Lord Solo,” she greeted him. “You don’t look bad yourself.”

He looked like he always did. Tall and broad, as regal as his blood, and always beautiful.

Lord Solo smiled, and looked over his shoulder before at her face again.

“I have something to show you,” he told her.

“Another meteor shower?”

He shook his head, slowly walking back to reveal a small telescope.

“The stars,” he corrected her.

Lord Solo stepped, so she could come closer to the telescope, but she didn’t.

“Lord Solo,” Rey called him.

He raised his eyes to her face, confused, and she adjusted her shoulders.

“You sent me flowers,” she recalled.

His face slowly changed, and she watched his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

“Did it displease you, your highness?” he asked.

Rey tried not to frown at the title, so distant.

“I pleased me very much, Lord Solo,” she corrected him. “But if you are only willing to give me gifts to keep my interest, I must insist that you don’t.”

His eyebrows joined in confusion, and she raised her chin.

“I would rather spend time with you,” she told him. “And talk.”

Lord Solo’s shoulders fell, and she could see in his face that as he relaxed.

“We can do that, my lady,” he agreed.

Lord Solo stepped closer to her and Rey slowly raised a hand, putting her hand around his arm, and he covered her hand with his.

“Rose told me blue hydrangeas were your favourite,” he told her.

“She is right,” she confirmed. “They are.”

He looked at her hand and then at her face, and she could see how his ears were in a lovely shade of pink.

“My lady,” he spoke gently. “I heard you are in search of a husband.”

She watched his eyes, lowered to watch her hand on his arm, and slowly moved to stand in front of Lord Solo, who reached for her hand and squeezed her fingers gently.

“If it isn’t too much to ask, and it isn’t too bold of me,” he spoke slowly. “I would quite enjoy showing you I’m worthy of such a title.”

Rey took in a deep breath, her own cheeks now warm as she watched his face.

“I would love to have you try, Lord Solo,” she decided.

“Please, Lady Rebecca,” Ben spoke quickly. “Call me Ben.”

She smiled, mirroring his own expression.

“Well, Ben,” she covered his hand with hers, which was just so small compared to his. “Then you have to call me Rey.”

Ben lifted her hand slowly, and she watched as he placed his soft and plush lips over her knuckles and kissed them.

“I’ll be a pleasure, Rey,” he whispered.

He looked over his shoulder, at the other side of the maze, and then to her.

“Someone is coming,” he whispered. “I must go.”

Ben reached for his telescope, and pushed the ends together, making it shorter and placing it in Rey’s hand.

“For you to see the stars,” he told her. “The next night we see one another, I’ll show you Cassiopeia.”

He walked into the maze before she could ask him anything, and Rey was left alone for a minute before she heard someone close, finding Paige looking at her with a little bit of confusion.

“There you are,” she exclaimed, walking to her. “Rose is looking for you. She said you could be here watching the moon. Come on.”

Rey looked at the maze and then at Paige, and pushed the telescope into her pocket.

“Of course,” she played it cool. “Let’s go.”

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benbarnesescape · 7 years

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Freedom from Desire

Friday

CEO Caspian in Modern Day AU Caspian X and Reader

Warnings: SMUT and unprotected sex! Ha ha …you thought all that fluff was just for fun!? 18+ so if you’re younger than that - this is the part where you stop and go read a lighter Caspian piece on my page.

A/N: Dear Aslan - Sorry for making a naughty story. Sorry not sorry for all of it. I couldn’t help myself. I will make sure to say a lifetime of hail marys. I know it’s bad…..but come on guys. Tell me you’ve never thought of Caspian as a CEO?! I also filled in his last name for the sake of the story.

If you’re uncomfortable with Caspian in said position then I do strongly suggest you read some of my lighter fluffier pieces of him and pretend this never happened. I always want to be respectful of people and their comfort levels. But if you want to get dragged to hell, continue to read below :)

Also I LOVE Susan. Don’t mistake the random Susan angst for hate - I ship her and Caspian way too hard! I just like drama ha ha

Lastly this little piece was inspired by @la-fille-en-aiguilles - hope work has been treating you well chica!

Cair Paravel was the leading marketing firm in the world. Companies like Disney, Sony and Southwest paid millions of dollars to be associated with it. It represented actors, athletes, business moguls and small businesses. While it was in high demand it was also reasonable - sponsoring schools and nonprofit organizations around the world.

The single person driving the reigns to the crazy international kingdom that resided in London was Caspian Xavion the Tenth. That’s right. He was part of a decade of strong, successful businessmen.

And he was your boss.

You had literally stumbled into the job of personal assistant. Literally. You were walking out of a coffee shop, resumes in hand when you ran into his large, hard frame. You landed on your ass and when you were able to recover, you were looking into the deepest chocolate eyes you had ever seen. His bright white teeth clashed against his tan skin, his dark locks perfectly framing his face.

Then you remembered that you had spilled coffee on one of the most powerful, young bachelors in the world.

You had also spilled coffee all over your resume and you groaned in realization, the expensive fresh pages coated in thick lakes of coffee. He had helped you pick up the lost keys to your future, taking a second to read over your resume and offered you a job. He was on the way to meet someone about being his personal assistant and you did just get your masters in public relations. You could intern while still making money and if you showed promise he promised to promote you.

Sometimes life really does work out in your favor. Sit in that for five seconds then remember that your boss is one of the sexiest, most successful young CEO’s in the world.

Not only is he attractive but he has the work ethic of an ox. And it made working for him damn hard. Probably harder than managing the clients he had. He was constantly in meetings, constantly leaving early in the morning and late in the evening. Going to galas and charity events, charming new people. He opened up smaller chains in areas in the world stricken by poverty to try to help increase job opportunities. He volunteered at schools and hospitals. He spent his Thanksgiving and Christmas and any other holiday of giving providing food for those in need. Always. He’s always been like this.

Caspian wasn’t just a CEO. Wasn’t even human.

He was a goddamn saint sent from heaven to wreak havoc on earth.

It was on such an occasion that he had asked you to attend one of his events - a large gala celebrating 50 years of business with his father and grandfather. The whole legacy under one roof. You didn’t understand why you were asked to attend. As his assistant sure you had to manage the media and who visited him. But that had been hours ago. The night was now thriving off the rich and famous drunkenly dancing and teasing each other. Caspian never drank more than two glasses of anything at events like these so you didn’t have to babysit him. But you also wanted to go home if he didn’t need you and that he refused.

You watched him as he laughed along with two of his most trusted partners, Peter and Edmund Pevensie as they sipped expensive champagne and spoke lowly among each other. Caspian was wearing a tailored black suit, his maroon button up popping against a gold tie. His slight beard had grown since he shaved it these past two days and was now a short beard and all you could think about was how it would feel between your legs.

You shook your head, returning your eyes to your blackberry. You had to get it together. Everyone teased you that he had a thing for you. He never had women assistants. Preferred men to ensure that things stayed professional. Never offered people jobs on the spot either.

There was just something about you they would tease.

Well he sure as hell wasn’t making a move so until he did it would have to stay a mystery.

“You’re still working for him.”

The soft voice takes you off guard and you jump a bit, breaking from your thoughts as your eyes fall on your assailant. Standing in a dark red gown, her pale skin contrasting with her perfectly coiffed dark hair is Susan Pevensie. Sister to Peter and Edmund Pevensie.

Ex-girlfriend of Caspian Xavion.

She takes a seat beside you, the soft smell of Chanel wafting off her skin as she continues.

“Didn’t think a fragile little thing like you would survive a man like him.”

You knew what she was doing. Her younger sister, Lucy, had warned you about this months ago. When you had accidentally ran into her at a golf tournament with Caspian. She loved him still. Despite the fact that she married someone new, moved across the world, she still loved and wanted him. Didn’t want anyone else to claim him.

You were a threat. You were beautiful, intelligent. charming and apparently upon Peter’s teasing, he spoke about you a lot. Susan hated you. And reminded you every time she saw you.

“Surprised you’re here. Thought you’d be back in America with your husband. Oh wait, he’s in Japan with his mistress of the month.”

It was no secret her husband cheated on her. She even laughed about it but deep down you knew it killed her inside. Killed her that she chose a man like that over a man like Caspian. It made you even empathize for her…until she opened her mouth and you were reminded that karma was real.

She narrows her eyes at you before deliberately taking the large flute of champagne in her hand and slowly tilting it on your dress. On your $3,000 dress you had charged on your credit card that you had planned on returning tomorrow. You had only bought the navy blue gown to try to impress Caspian, hoping he would be charmed by the way it looked on your body.

It hadn’t and now, on top of rejection, she had ruined it and put you $3,000 in the hole.

“Have fun returning your De la Rented dress.” she smirks at you as you stand, the champagne trailing down the front of the long gown. You try to bite back tears, try not to bring too much attention to yourself as you pat at he gown down with a napkin before looking at her.

“I really hope you’re happy making other people’s life miserable Susan. Because from what I hear, you used to be an awesome person and now, now you’re just a lonely bitch.”

You don’t notice the crowd of people who have been crowding around, watching the small scene unfold. Don’t see Caspian head toward you as you make your way down to the hallway to the family restroom. You don’t realize the tears that have been falling down your cheeks until you feel him grab your arm, turning you gently toward him.

“Y/N…” your name sounds different on his tongue and the way he’s looking at you has you sobbing harder. You try to push him away as he draws you to him, his large sculpted arms surrounding you as he whispers,

“Just let it all out.”

You don’t know why you’re crying. Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve wasted $3,000 on a dress that had made little impact in your life. Maybe its because you’ve been up since 4:30 because of him, trying to make his night perfect. You missed having a social life. Missed your mom and dad and siblings. Missed your small loft in London.

Missed all of this because of him and he didn’t even give a damn.

The thought drives your sobs deeper and his grip tightens around you as you cry harder, his large hands rubbing your back. His mouth hushes you and he rocks you before you start to calm down, your sobs tampering off and you pull away, shaking your head. You want to apologize for your unprofessionalism and you also wanted to tell him he could take his assistant job and fuck off but then his left hand is hooking under your chin as he tilts your head up to you.

“I can pay for your dress. I’m sorry she ruined it. But holy hell Y/N what did you expect when you wore something like this?”

His right hand that has never left your body tampers down your back as he pulls you closer to him.

“You’ve been driving everybody mad wearing this,” he eyes are shifting now, darkening around the pupils as he licks his lips. “It should be a condemned sin.”

His voice has dropped an octave and the deep bass draws a shiver up your spine. You give your lip a light bite and he gives a short groan, the pad of his thumb brushing over the exposed skin. His hand tightens around your waist as he whispers,

“You should be a condemned sin.”

You’re looking up at him confused, trying to register what he was saying. He watches you back, trying to get a read on you before he straightens, pulling from you.

“I hope you’re feeling better.” he croaks, backing away as he takes you in one last time before he turns on his heel. You stop him, your hand shooting for his arm. You walk around him, his hair covering his pinched eyes as you whisper,

“What do you mean by that Caspian?”

He doesn’t look at you as he manages out,

“I’ve drank too much. I shouldn’t…” he looks at you and groans. “You just, I should have asked you out and not have offered you a job.”

The words takes you off guard as he takes a deep sigh.

“You’re so goddamn sexy and smart and I felt terrible ruining your resumes,” he was referencing your encounter months ago. “That offering you a job was the best I could do. I thought you’d get burnt out and quit and then I could ask you out but you’re so damn good. So damn good at everything you do so I’ve been stuck pretending I don’t care when all I want is you.”

Your dumbstruck as he looks at you and groans, shrugging out of your embrace.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. We can leave, if you want.”

He’s looking past you and you’re trying to process it all.

He really did like you.

You grab his neck, drawing him down to you, your lips pressing against his. It catches him off guard for only a second before he’s registering your actions, his hands grabbing your hips as he pushes you flush against a wall. His kisses are needy and desperate as his tongue teases your mouth open and you are consumed by him. Your hands move to his hair, his beautiful dark tresses getting tangled in your delicate fingers as he moans in your mouth, pushing his hips into your naval.

You moan feeling his erection brush against you and he pulls away, his eyes frenzied with lust.

“Not here.” his voice is hoarse and deep as he grabs you and basically drags you into the family restroom you were seeking out earlier. He shuts the door, locking it before grabbing you and slamming you against the door. He lifts you, your long gown getting lost around him as your legs hooks around his waist and his mouth is on your collarbone, sucking on the skin.

“You are so damn gorgeous,” he mumbles along your skin, his mouth nipping at your neck. “Do you know that? Do you know that you’ve been driving me fucking insane in this dress” his hands trail up your gown, his hot fingers clashing with your cool thighs and his mouth has found yours. “Drove me insane the moment I picked you up and you were wearing this.” His hands ghost over your center and you give a small yelp, as he pulls back to look you in the eye.

“You’re not wearing any underwear.” he bites his lips as he glides his fingers up your wet folds and you shiver as you stumble out,

“I always run out of clean underwear and you came so early to pick me up I couldn’t go and buy a pair.”

His hands slowly traces up and down your pussy and he watches your face twist in pleasure.

“How many times have you worked with me without any panties on?”

“Honestly?” you bite down on your lip as his thumb slowly starts to tease against your clit and your hips rock against his finger. “Like most of the time. You don’t give me enough time to do my laundry.”

Your words are soft, barely coming in a whisper and he growls, sticking a finger into you as he begins his slow assault into your tight walls.

“You are so fucking wet,” he whispers as he looks at you, a wicked grin on his face. “Are you always this wet for me princess?”

You give a weak nod as he inserts another finger and you buck against him, your hands digging into his shoulders.

“I thought I smelled you the other week when we were at dinner.” You knew what he was referencing. He had taken you out for dinner after a long day at the office at a trendy sushi spot. He had been talking to you as his nimble fingers gracefully picked up one sashimi after the other, the raw fish placed carefully in his mouth. You don’t know why it turned you on but it did. You wanted to know what those fingers would feel like in you, his mouth over yours.

Now you knew.

“Did I smell you princess?” he whispers a grin gracing his face and you give another weak nod and he growls, inserting a third finger in you. You arch your back against him, hands stuck in his hair as his mouth attacks your neck again.

“Tell me what had you so turned on so much?”

You give a weak mewl in silence and he pulls his fingers out, causing you to whine. He looks up at you with hooded eyes shaking his head.

“You have to use your words princess.”

“I was thinking about you finger fucking me.” you manage out, biting your lip as your cheeks flush over. He smiles as he sticks his fingers back in you, watching your face contort in pleasure again. His fingers curls up and hits you in that sweet spot and you feel your body tensing, clawing for release.

“Were you?”

You give a quick nod and he chuckles, his mouth getting close to your ear. His fingers are merciless know, pumping into you faster as his thumb brushes against your clit and you can feel that tension in your stomach build up.

“Wanna hear a secret princess?” he whispers against the shell of your ear and you hum, your body starting to give in to the pleasure he was delighting you to. “I’ve jacked off to you every night since I’ve met you, cumming all over my body from the thought of my dick being filled to the rim in you.”

That was all you needed. Between his fingers and the image of him jacking off to you your screaming his name, your fingers tangled in his hair as your walls flutter around his fingers. He groans, coaxing you through your climax as he watches you before he pulls from you, inserting all three of his fingers in his mouth. He gives a low moan as he sucks your essence off and pulls his fingers out with a pop before your leaning into him for a kiss.

He shifts, carrying you to the bathroom counter and slamming placing you down. He yanks at his suit, pulling down his pants and boxers as his cock springs free.

“Tonight I’ll make love to you the way you deserve,” he promises as he lines himself up at your entrance. “I’ll have you begging my name by the time I’m done with you but right now I just need you.”

His cock is teasing your folds as you look up at him, your eyes darkening as you thrust your hips forward. He stops you, something dark flickering in his eyes.

“What do you want princess?” he whispers and you moan as your hands pull at his shoulders.

“I want you.”

“You want me to what?” a satisfied smirk sits on his face and you rub your folds against his twitching cock.

“Want you to fuck me with your big fucking cock.”

He groans as he slowly thrusts into you, grabbing your hands and intertwining them with yours as he raises them above your head. His head falls in the crook of your neck as he bottoms out in you, his hair tickling your shoulders and you both give a satisfied moan. You rock your hips against him, enjoying the way he fills you to the brim and he moans as he pulls from you, his hips rocking out of you before slamming back in.

“Goddamn you are tight..” he whispers as he lifts himself enough to look at you, then his mouth is hot on yours as his body claims you.

His hips snap into you, desperately chasing after your orgasm before he lifts your leg and you’re getting hit in that special spot that has you screaming out his name.

“That’s right princess. Want you to cum all over my big cock.” he whispers, his hips in a frenzy as he watches you unwind underneath him. His finger finds your clit and flicks the sensitive area and you’re screaming his name again, your body shaking as you find sweet release. His hips are sloppily slapping against your as your walls tighten around before there milking him his body shaking uncontrollably as your arms find your way around his body.

You wait a beat before saying,

“Soooo…I’m guessing I have to quit. This is the highest level of conflicted interest if I’ve ever known one.”

He chuckles, his face tucked in your shoulder before pulling away and kissing you.

“I don’t want you to quit.”

“Wouldn’t that be -”

“Unless you want to. You’re free to work in any of our departments. You’re way too good to be an assistant.” he’s rambling, something he does when he’s nervous and you chuckle, leaning up and kissing him. He relaxes as you pull away, his lips tugged between your teeth before you whisper.

“Let’s worry about it tomorrow. I should at least get a year under your belt before we talk about commitment.”

He chuckles, wiggling against you and there’s a soft knock on the door and you both freeze before you hear Peter’s voice.

“…….so uhhh, I don’t mean to interrupt you two but ummmm,” he clears his throat though you can hear the humour in his voice. “Your dad is looking for you Caspian. For a photo.”

Caspian groans and you laugh, giving a lock of his hair a tug.

“Give us a minute Peter. We need to….make ourselves decent.”

“Uh huh.” You know he’s smiling as he walks away and Caspian’s eyes are glinting at you mischievously.

“How long do you think he’s been standing out there hearing you scream out my name?”

“Caspian! That’s your best friend!” you say in mock surprise and he laughs, shaking his head.

“Peter’s always had a thing for you.” he nuzzles his face in your neck before muttering. “Besides I have another round in me.”

His shimmies his hips against yours and you gasp at his dick hardening in you.

You both make it out of the bathroom thirty minutes later.

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minnieves · 2 years

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bj daniel part two and three

new to the bj series? see here for the guide.

warnings: voyeurism, filming, masturbation, degradation, and whining.

summary: the person being watched is also watching another. you're only doing your job. you've done this to others. there's something about daniel that makes you question your own professionalism.

you sat down on your chair behind his desk. daniel has a different filming room in his apartment. being the top streamer on the bj app makes a lot of money. even small streamers with less than 500 subs earn more than minimum wage. what more this man?

"here," he offered. handing you a bottled water before changing his attire. you opened your tablet to check on his account. finishing setting his live up.

bj daniel's live countdown...

"this would be a quick session," you remind him. setting up a 30-minute timer for him. he told you that he needed to fix his mother's birthday surprise. picking some lube and toys that he might want to use. "are you going to use a flesh light?"

"no, not today," he told you. shouting from behind his changing area. you took some vibe to place it behind his desk. grabbing some towels for later. "i'll talk for 10 minutes, then do a 20 minute session."

"sure, i'll remind you on it," you told him. sitting back down as he appear in your line of vision. pretrnding to busy yourself on your device. checking emails and preparing his live. you can feel his gaze on you, but you don't want to show any response. "it's 5 minutes before your live."

"i'm always thankful for you," he said in a sweet voice. clicking away in his computer. probably browsing on his page. reading comments like he usually does. "my darling y/n."

"have you planned about your birthday special?" you asked him. ignoring his endearment so that it won't get into you. you can't afford to loose this job. if that means acting naive, you'll do it. "i'll gather a list regarding the requests that you received, and what your viewers want."

"actually, i've been thinking of doing a collab," he said. making you stop from scrolling. head raising to look at him. he was already staring at you. like he was reading your expression before smiling. you tilt your head to appeal 'confused'. "they're quite famous too."

"oh? who do you have in mind?" you asked. words slow from one another. like you're threading them to not seem so shocked. your mind going through every bj he might've interacted with. is it ben? terry? kamal? steve? woo? "i'll personally talk to them."

"thanks. do you know bj moa?" he asked. making you lick your lips. thankful for the mask that your wearing that he wouldn't be able to see how you bit your lip out of nervousness. "couldn't find anything on them. not responding to me either."

"you're going live in 29 seconds," you said after checking your screen. giving him enough time to put his mask on. fingers combing his hair like he's nervous. sitting up from his seat as he does. "and you're live."

bj daniel is live...

you glanced at the whiteboard beside you as daniel greets his viewers. pretending to scan his comment section while your chest is hammering. you wanted to check bj moa's page, but doesn't want to get caught by him.

you watch him flirt with his viewers. he's not talking to you, but you feel like he is. you feel delusional while sitting here despite being professional. he's a smooth talker. having a way with his words.

"what am i thinking about?" he reads. tilting his head to the side. he's wearing a mask but you know damn well that this guy is smirking under that mask. "i'm thinking of you. always."

you roll your eyes at his comment. his eyes looking st your direction when you did before looking back. he's always watching you. he placed your chair there so that he can watch you. your expression, body language, chair shifting, writing, everything. he makes you his gauge for how well he does.

"i look pretty? of course, my darling is watching. can't have you looking at other bjs now, can't i?" he said. subtly looking at you while he 'smiles'. seeing that you're gesturing him that his 10 minutes is up. "you know what's prettier?" he asked, glancing elsewhere.

you watch him through the screen. he could also see himself, but he can't read the comments when he's that far. thus relaying on you when he gets too deep. he moved his chair slightly towards the side, so that his ear bud won't be seen by the viewers.

you watched as he strip down through the screen. removing everything else but his tank top. you stoop up to move the camera towards him. it's not seen in the stream. hovering it over his head so that it won't catch you whispering commands as necessary.

"say hi 'daniel'," he said. holding his cock in one hand as he slowly moves his cock up and down. slow movements as he reads the comments — hearing them from you. "let's lube it a little."

he squirt some lube on his cock. spreading it around it. making squelching sound as he does. eyes looking at the screen to see himself. eyes darting at you who's watching your screen with your legs crossed.

"looks quite red doesn't it?" he said. his hand curling around his tip. playing on it as he applies more pressure on it. his other hand moving his hair out of the way. "your lips would look good around this."

you licked your lips from his comment. you can't move too much since he gets easily distracted. you don't want him to know how his words make you squirm.

"move your hips," you told him. making his hips slowly thrust on his hand. his head thrown aback as he slowly fucks his hand. his precum leaking on his tip from his movement. "show your hard cock to the camera."

"look how hard i am," he said. he sounded like he was pouting from under his mouth. the tips he's receiving is pouring more. relaying to him about this. "fuck, you're so pathetic. enjoying someone showing you how hard you made them? how sick."

you look at him. watching as he made his cock twitch despite being untouched. you want to touch it. want to be the one to pump it in front of everyone. you think about how bj moa would've done to him.

"that's it. only have those beautiful eyes on me," he said to the camera. you look away as he said those. making it feels like he was saying it directly to you. "don't get shy now. enjoy how i look. i know how desperate you are for me."

"someone tipped big to play with your balls," you told him. watching him tiredly pump his cock as he massage his balls. stretching the skin, know how hard and big they would be later.

"how about you play with them yourself instead of commanding me to?" he said. hand grasping from the balls to the base of his cock. stretching the skin as he shows his balls to the camera. you wonder what type of laser treatments he gets to be this hairless. "all talk, no work? aww, how pathetic."

"stop with the balls and play with your cock more," you told him as you scroll through the comments. he always gets comments about wanting to put his balls in their mouth. yourself included. "daniel, you have 10 more minutes."

"i've always liked how you say my name," he moaned. his hand gripping his cock as he moves. hips rolling in slow motions as he pumps his hand. one hand focusing on the tip as the other on his base. "makes me wonder how my personal whore would sound when moaning my name."

you held your breath as you listen to him. doing your best to not look up to him. making sure not to do anything reckless. he would notice. it feels like he has eyes everywhere, and would use that as an excuse to scold you later.

moans fill the room. they sound natural. like he wasn't forcing himself. they don't sound like cheap porn. more like an asmr type of moan. it sounds so clear and so nice. it also makes you wonder how his voice would sound like if he were to moan your name.

"show your cock before jacking off," you told him. there weren't much comments about it. but you want to see his red cock. always liking how cute his tip looks like. knowing how sensitive they are.

"so fucking needy," he said. his voice sounding like a growl as he shows his cock. looking at the fast comments as he does. he wrapped his hand around it once more. jacking off faster to ease himself. "want to see your holes dripping in cum. your body covered in my cum. you'd like that right? you nasty slut."

you gulp from his statement. eyes scanning the comments to keep yourself at bay. oh what you'd give to be able to touch yourself right now. eyes trained to his cock through the screen. watching how they twitch from his hand. your tongue occasionally licking your lips.

"you like that? being called a slut? a whore?" he said. his smirk audible. his mocking voice sounding airy since he's near his high. your screen viewing that he only have 5 minutes left. "how pathetic can you be? you're starting to look like my personal fuck toy."

you fix your seating on the chair. fingers racking at your hair as you continue to click the button to report some comments that is irrelevant to the live. like people selling their nudes, or people asking for money from other viewers.

"daniel," you called him. making him moan. this one is deeper. like they came from under his chest as his cock visibly twitching. you look at him. his eyes meeting yours. they were dark, almost predetorial like. "4 minutes left."

"fuck, say my name," he commanded louder. making you always say his name in defeat. your heart hammering in your chest as you watch him move his fist on his cock. "say it, say it, say it."

you look away. watching him close his eyes as he cums. his cum seeping down his fist as he moans. you damp a towel, placing it near him. opening a bottle of water. you walked away as he does his outro. grabbing an ice cream.

you check your tablet to make sure his live has ended. seeing as it did. you closed the cover on the camera as you move to the front. handing him his towel and water. you have his snack on the side. ice creams are his wont after every live.

"thanks y/n," he said softly. eating the ice cream as he watch you save his live. you'd do the captions later on. you look at him. with a nod before you went inside his bathroom. preparing his bath for him. "my y/n-ie is so caring towards me."

"shut up. this is literally my job," you remind him. pulling him up so that he could sit on the tub that you prepared. "go relax. call me if you need anything."

"you're the best!" he told you. giving you a weak smile as you exit. closing the door behind you. picking his discarded cloths to throw it in his hamper. preparing his towels for after his bath.

you fix his works space. wiping down his seat and sanitizing everything. you look at his computer to check what percentage the saving live is. you checked your phone to see updates and messages from your boss and his.

"don't forget the thing about bj moa!" he shouted from inside the bathroom. you sighed as you pack your things. putting your phone inside. opening the water he gave you earlier to drink from him. thinking about how you'd book bj moa. how can you book yourself when you're also the one monitoring his lives?

#txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #txt suggestive #txt scenarios #txt imagines #yeonjun smut

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Timeless Masterlist: Links below for easier mobile access

Timeless:

Pt 1 - Everyone Has An Origin Story

Pt 2 - A Break In The Timeline

Pt 3 - Routines and Rendezvous

Pt 4 - Finding Peace

Pt 5 - (In)Visible Hangouts

Pt 6 - Six Pesky Siblings

Pt 7 - Welcome To The Family

Pt 8 - Birthday Cash pt 1

Pt 9 - Birthday Cash pt 2

Pt 10 - Time Moves On (With Or Without You)

Pt 11 - Lost In The Past

Pt 12 - Lost In The Future

Pt 13 - Found In The Present

Pt 14 - Donuts, Doctor’s Visits, and A Mannequin Named Dolores

Pt 15 - Saltwater On Ivory

Pt 16 - 0 1 2 5

Pt 17 - Here Without You

Pt 18 - The Day That Wasn’t

Pt 19 - The Day That Was

Pt 20 - Blood Is Thicker Than Water

Pt 21 - Ash and Dust

Pt 22 - The Calm Before The Storm

Pt 23 - The Grand Overture

Pt 24 - Welcome to the 60s

Pt 25 - Happy Birthday, (Y/N)

Pt 26 - Ten Days

Pt 27 - A Meeting At The Consulate

Pt 28 - A Family Reunion

Pt 29 - Sir Reginald and the Kids of the Round Table

Pt 30 - Countdown To Chaos

Pt 31 - Commission Issues

Pt 32 - Me, Lu, and Five Times Two

Pt 33 - Demolition Lovers

Pt 34 - Welcome...Home?

Pt 35 - The Roadtrip

Pt 36 - Remembering The Past/Fixing The Future

Pt 37 - Facing Your Mortality With Friends And Other Ways To Cope With The Inevitable

Pt 38 - Don’t (Let Me) Go

Timeless Split Ending S2:

E1 - The Grand Finale

E2 - Darkness Arrives (And Departs)

E3 - I Think We’re Together Now

Timeless Side Stories:

The Missing Five Years - “Lost In The Past” Side Story

The Missing Tapes - “Saltwater on Ivory” Side Story

I Love You, Eudora - “Here Without You” Side Story

The Bargain Brand Bunch - “The Day That Wasn’t” Side Story

Ben’s Journal - “The Grand Overture” Side Story

The Tattoo - “A Family Reunion” Side Story

The Vortex That Takes Me To You - “Me, Lu and Five Times Two” Side Story

Letters of a Lifetime - “The Roadtrip” Side Story

Timeless Side Pieces:

A Villain In The Making

I’ll Always Be There To Hold Your Hand

Good Morning

Kenny’s Birthday

The Salon

A Mother’s Love

Blast to the Past Pt 2

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Male Cartoon Clown Characters

Note: Clowns, mimes, jesters, fools, and so forth! All either monsters, ghosts, and/or evil. List of male live-action clown characters.

Please feel free to suggest more! I’ve liked clowns (and monsters) since I was a little girl and I plan to update this.

Joker from The Batman

Chucko from Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker

Joker from Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker

Zombozo from Ben 10

Birthday Bandit from Teamo Supremo (Added 6/16/2022.)

Ulquiorra Cifer from Bleach

Evil Clown from The Brave Little Toaster

Beppi from Cuphead

Quackerjack from Darkwing Dark (Added 6/16/2022.)

Jokermon from Digimon

Piedmon from Digimon

Aqua Jester Loupe from Duel Masters

Deis Clown from Duel Masters

Jester Brain from Duel Masters

clowns from Dumbo (Added 6/16/2022.)

Boppo the Inflatable Punching Clown from Family Guy (“This Little Piggy”)

Jack-in-the-box from Fantasia 2000

Balloon Boy from Five Nights at Freddy’s (Added 6/16/2022.)

Ennard from Five Nights at Freddy’s

Funtime Foxy from Five Nights at Freddy’s (Added 6/16/2022.)

Funtime Freddy from Five Nights at Freddy’s (Added 6/16/2022.)

Nightmare Balloon Boy from Five Nights at Freddy’s (Added 6/16/2022.)

clowns from The Summoning (GO! Cartoons) (Added 1/9/2022.)

papier-mâché clown from The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy (“Attack of the Clowns”)

various The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy (“Attack of the Clowns”)

Fizzarolli from Helluva Boss

Bomb Voyage from The Incredibles

Elastico from Lilo & Stitch: The Series (Added 6/16/2022.)

Tricky the Clown from Madness Combat

Joker from The New Scooby-Doo Mysteries (“The Dynamic Scooby-Doo Affair”)

Clown with the Tear Away Face from The Nightmare before Christmas

Buggy the Clown from One Piece (Added 6/16/2022.)

Blacephalon from Pokémon

Mr. Mime from Pokémon

Mr. Mime from The Powerpuff Girls

Zombo from A Pup Named Scooby-Doo (“Terror, Thy Name Is Zombo”)

clown from Dirty Night Clown (El Radio)

various Looney Landers from Raggedy Ann & Andy: A Musical Adventure

Mr. Magic Pierrot from Sailor Moon SuperS

Ghost Clown from Scooby-Doo, Where Are You!

Sideshow Bob from The Simpsons

clown bed from The Simpsons (“Lisa’s First Word”)

Krusty the Klown Doll from The Simpsons (“Treehouse of Terror III”)

Joker from Static Shock (“The Big Leagues”)

Jazz Hands from Totally Spies!

Sweet Tooth from Twisted Metal (Added 6/16/2022.)

Le Mime from Xiaolin Showdown

Countdown Clowns from Yellow Submarine

Bickuribox from Yu-Gi-Oh!

Clown Zombie from Yu-Gi-Oh!

Crass Clown from Yu-Gi-Oh!

Dream Clown from Yu-Gi-Oh!

Jester Confit from Yu-Gi-Oh!

Jester Lord from Yu-Gi-Oh!

Masked Clown from Yu-Gi-Oh!

Mystic Clown from Yu-Gi-Oh!

Peten the Dark Clown from Yu-Gi-Oh!

Ryu-Kishin Clown from Yu-Gi-Oh!

Saggi the Dark Clown from Yu-Gi-Oh!

Wood Clown from Yu-Gi-Oh!

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IronDad fic recs

Here. I’m a french reader, but I’ve read A LOT (like...a lot) of IronDad, so, eventually, here my fic rec. (I tried to class it by categories, but well...) (it’s gonna be very long, guys)

Peter Parker has anxiety

Don’t let me get me, by hopeless_hope

He picks up his phone and sends a quick text. "hey, happy! i’m not feeling too hot today, so i think i’m gonna have to cancel. tell mr. stark i’m sorry!"

He stares at his phone, waiting for a response. It never comes, and Peter sighs sadly. There was a part of him, a small part, that really hoped he was wrong. His insides burn, and he curls up tighter into a ball and turns off his phone.

(No one’s going to try to contact him anyway.)

Anxiety has a way of convincing Peter that everyone hates him. Tony has a way of proving him wrong.

Midnight Oil, by @jolinarjackson

After everything that has happened to Peter over the last year - or five, really - he shouldn’t be worried about something as mundane as the ACT. When he fails it, though it sends him into a spiral of self-doubt, which only gets worse when Peter realizes that he doesn’t seem to be able to fix whatever is broken.

Tony Stark has anxiety

do you even remember what the world looks like ?, by @iron--spider

Tony’s heart has been working on overdrive since this whole thing started. Friday has a countdown clock plastered on the heads up display, but it feels like hieroglyphics to him at this point, like some ancient language he could never master.

Because when Peter Parker is missing, things start losing their meaning real quick.

“Should be around here,” Rhodey says on the com. May is still on the other line, listening in, because once a certain amount of time goes by without word from Peter, things move into Extremely Worried Aunt territory. They’re already in Tony Is Panicking territory, and when both of those territories overlap it’s never a good time for anybody.

Time? What the hell is time? His mind is blanking numbers out entirely. Minutes are seconds are hours are years.

not like megatron, by @iron--spider

“Hi! This is Peter Parker, I can’t get to the phone right now, so leave a message and I’ll call you back later! Hopefully not too much later, but don’t get your hopes up!”

Tony knows that message by heart. He’s heard it hundreds of times, in a greyer world, and it sends shivers down his spine as he climbs into the car.

He doesn’t think about that place. That half-world. No way, that’s done, that’s over, that’s history.

“Hey, kid, don’t you know it’s bad etiquette to go and disappear on your birthday? Not allowed, really, really bad vibes from the universe. What’s going on with your suit? I wasn’t watching. Nope. Just got an alert. What’s going on? Uh, call me back.” He clears his throat and hangs up like a moron, driving out into the street.

Hypothermia trope (i really like it so if you have any suggestions...)

i knock the ice from my bones, by hopeless_hope

Peter tries to move his legs through the water, dread filling him when they don’t move, and he just hangs there, doing anything and everything he can not to focus on the feeling of ice clinging to his bones. He feels sluggish, the world blurring around him, and he rests his head on the ice, not even registering the cold anymore.

He’s just so damn tired.

“PETER!” he hears someone yell, but it’s all muffled, and he lazily drags his eyes up to see a figure descending towards him.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he thinks, This is not how my vacation was supposed to go.

While on what's supposed to be a relaxing vacation with the Starks, things for Peter quickly go south, and he finds himself on thin ice. Literally.

Ice Ice Baby, by @wolfypuppypiles

If Tony, Bucky or pretty much anybody that knew Peter had seen him that morning they would have smacked him upside the head. Helping people was great, everyone should give it a go, but when helping people puts you in danger it’s not so smart anymore.

AKA Peter can't get from Avenger tower to the subway without giving his winter clothes to homeless people and ends up with a severe case of hypothermia

Candle in the Window, by @madasthesea

Finals are over and Peter just wants to go home. The weather has other ideas.

Burn This Out, by @ephemeralstark

It's summer and Peter is free to be Spider-Man all day which is great, but it's summer and Peter is out as Spider-Man on the hottest day of the year which is not great.

Or, Peter gets heat stroke because he can't thermoregulate and things could not go worse for him.

(yeah, it’s not an hypothermia, but it’s linked to the fact that Peter can’t actually thermoregulate)

Post-Endgame (really like this trope too lmao)

the first birthday after, by iron_spider

(Endgame spoilers. But The Thing doesn't happen.)

The rain falls harder and Tony turns, his neck creaking and cracking, and he sees Peter asleep over by the window. He’s holding a small, flat box, and he’s slowly slipping to the right side of the easy chair he’s in.

Tony thinks about letting him sleep, but he finds himself speaking anyway. “Pete,” he says, his voice rough and raspy.

Peter immediately startles awake. “Happy Birthday,” he says, almost like he’d fallen asleep practicing it, planning to say it as soon as he woke up. He blinks at Tony, shivering a little bit, and then he smiles. “Happy Birthday. Happy Birthday.”

Tony snorts, smiling back. “Thanks, bud,” he says.

Second Best, by Rowan_M

Tony had adjusted to parenthood quickly when Morgan came along, and was always conscious of making sure Peter isn't left out ... Almost always. When Peter gets hurt while taking care of Morgan, Tony obsess over his daughter and takes his anger out on Peter, without even checking to see if he was okay. Steve finds Peter later that night in serious pain and in need of immediate medical attention.

Or, Peter gets hurt while taking care of Morgan and Tony basically ignores him.

when you’re feeling empty keep me in your memory, by JkWriter

after everything with thanos he forgets it's his birthday. he just assumed everyone else did too.

All For You, by @ironxprince

Three weeks after the snap that saved the world, Peter learns he was the reason behind it. He learns that Tony risked death, and now has to live with the ramifications, both physical and mental, all because of him.

This doesn't sit right with him.

you save everybody, but who saves you ?, by @iron--spider

Tony doesn’t sleep, because he can’t, because too many things are plaguing him, most of all where Peter is and what he’s doing. Tony has a good view of the hallway through the windows to his room, and he stares and stares until his eyes cross, until he hallucinates, until he knows he’s going insane.

He sees Peter sneaking into the med bay at about four in the morning.

The kid’s mask is off and he’s got two short, harsh slashes across his cheek, and he’s bleeding from a slice across his neck. His suit is ripped in a few places and he’s holding onto his middle, and Tony can see his hands are shaking.

It’s like something splinters in Tony’s already broken brain, like his world narrows and there are hazy edges, both weakness and strength entwining in his veins when he sees Peter struggle up onto one of the beds in the main atrium, starting to tend his wounds without calling anybody to help.

BAMF Peter Parker

Pizza, a Movie, and... an Attempted Kidnapping ?, by Pogokitten

“Tony. We’ll be fine,” Peter tells the man for what must be the tenth time in the last half hour.

Peter’s sitting on the couch of his and May’s apartment and building Legos with Morgan as they both watch their father’s methodical, yet anxious, pacing. He’s dressed to impress, as is Pepper who is watching the scene slightly exasperated.

“Are you sure? We can ditch the gala, kid. Just say the word,” Tony offers, halting in front of his kids.

Or: Tony and Pepper leave Peter in charge of Morgan while they go to their first gala since the third snap. Peter is expecting a calm night in with his adopted sister, but some thugs throw a wrench in his plans.

he’s good like that, by @iron--spider

“Get the hell outta here, boy,” the man says. “Or you’re gonna watch your boss die in front of you.” Then he grabs Tony by the shoulders hard, and shoves him down to his knees. The gun is louder now, like it’s filled with words that are eager to be shouted, and Tony winces when he feels the barrel press against the back of his neck. His knees weren’t ready to hit the ground that hard, and he tries to keep the pain from reaching his face.

He must fail, because Peter looks pissed.

“You’re not gonna shoot him, mister,” Peter says, somehow still trying to maintain a respectful tone, despite the clear anger written all over him.

stark robotics and technology conference, by @iron--spider

Peter leans against the wall while Tony chooses their floor, and the doors close. “Do you, uh, want me to do some interning stuff? Like go and get you coffee? Make sure the, uh—programs are all ready? Make sure the paintings are straight in the ballroom? Make sure the chairs are—”

Tony snorts. “Kid, I just thought you’d enjoy this. May told me about when it came through Queens but you two couldn’t make it because she was working and didn’t want you to go alone, and I thought, after all the shit you’ve been through lately, that you deserved something fun. No interning for you. That’s just an excuse.”

Peter remembers that. It was six months after Ben died, and he wasn’t gonna bother May too much about the conference. He didn’t know how much tickets cost anyways, or if kids his age could even go.

He really hung onto the idea of Iron Man after Ben died. Peter held him closer than ever.

Peter and Tony fighting

dinner and a jailbreak, by killerqueenwrites

“I’m not your kid!” Peter shouts.

“Don’t walk away from me, I’m not done–“

“You’re not my dad!”

Peter fitting in after the Blip isn't as easy as Tony hoped it would be. He wants his kid back, but they can't seem to stop fighting.

and then Peter goes missing.

my old man, by parkrstark

"I just want to help you. I want to help you understand what's wrong here and how to stop it. I used to be the same way until my father showed me how to be a man." He glanced back at Peter to sneer. "He's old enough to know better by now, but it's not your fault you didn't know how to teach him." "Teach him what?" Tony asked even though he didn't want to know the answer.

"Discipline, of course," Junior said with a wink.

Tony takes Peter on a weekend trip to try and change his mind about college and things go wrong. Then, they go even more wrong.

Between how it is and how it should be, by @frostysunflowers

''Doesn’t Captain Rogers ever…wonder,'' Peter winced as he fumbled for the right word, ''where you are?''

Bucky smirked. ''Steve’s a regular mother hen. Used to be me that worried about him.'' He gave Peter a pointed look. ''Better question is, isn’t Stark wondering where you are?''

Soulmates trope

presumed dead, by killerqueenwrites

Tony gets his first soulmark when he’s fifteen, his second when he's thirty. He's forty-six when his third appears, and forty-eight when it fades to grey.

did you see the flares in the sky ?, by justt-ppeachy

‘hi’

One simple word was displayed proudly on the inside of his right wrist. Tony wasn’t sure when this word showed up or how long it had been there.

A line formed underneath the word and Tony could almost feel the pressure on his arm from the marker his soulmate was using to push one phrase from their skin into his.

‘i loev yu’

The letters were written slowly and messily as they showed up upon his wrist while he watched in disbelief. Not sure if he was hallucinating or just going insane, Tony rubbed at the writing, wondering if they would disappear once he looked again.

The words were barely recognizable, but they were still the best thing Tony had ever seen.

IronDad Fluff (yeah)

peter wearing tony’s hoodie, by killerqueenwrites

Tony’s used to his clothes going missing. His MIT hoodie doesn’t often leave his closet, though, which is why he notices its absence straight away. There’s a lifetime of safety and comfort in this old hoodie, for both of them, and that’s all Tony could ever wish to give Peter.

Career Day, by @superhusbands4ever

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Peter’s enhanced senses picked up the familiar voice from outside the door. “I had a meeting this morning and then I got lost looking for the class… anyway, I’m here for Peter? Peter Parker?”

He frowned at hearing his name, still unsure what exactly was going on. He watched as his teacher continued to stand and stare out the door for a minute before seemingly remembering herself and taking a step back.

“Of course! If you could just go sit next to him until your turn, he’s in the back on the right side.”

The man stepped through the door and Peter gaped with the rest of the class as Tony Stark, in his signature suit and goatee, sporting a pair of red sunglasses and carrying a suitcase walked through the door.

Kryptonite, by forensicleaf

The kid is acting weird.

Tony tries to figure it out.

father’s day, by @iron--spider

It’s Father’s Day, and Tony never really had a father. Not in the real sense of the word, not in the way that counts.

Peter Parker doesn’t have a father, either. Not anymore, anyway, not since he was little, and the amount of years that have passed since then outweigh the amount of time he got with Richard Parker.

Tony wouldn’t call himself Peter’s dad. He wouldn’t, he doesn’t, he doesn’t think of himself that way, no way, no way.

He stares at himself in the mirror. He pulls down on his cheeks, makes his eyes water. He runs his hands over the roughness of his jaw and sorta hates everything about himself right now, because he’s acting like a goddamn idiot. It’s Father’s Day and he’s not a father. He doesn’t know why the hell he’s pining for something that isn’t his, shouldn’t be his, can never be his. He isn’t a father, he isn’t Peter’s father, so there’s no reason on God’s green earth for Peter and him to do something for Father’s Day.

ain’t no valley low enough, by @iron--spider (yes, again, ‘cuz she’s the best)

Peter snorts. “You know I didn’t apply anywhere in Florida.”

“Please, kid, you know all you have to do is write a beautiful essay with my recommendation attached to it and you’re in. You’ve got the scores.”

Peter has a list. Of all the places he applied to, all the places he got into. A lot of it was encouraged by the adult role models in his life, some of it by Ned daydreaming about places like California and Colorado. Mostly, Peter just applied everywhere he could think of, because he’s known for a long time that Tony was gonna help May pay for it, and he didn’t wanna limit his options. Thinking about college has been strange for him, strange to the extent that he had a full blown panic attack about it in the middle of Avengers taco night last month. He can’t really understand it, doesn’t get why it feels like the end of the world—because he’s experienced the end of the world, and it’s not which campus has a bowling alley and which school has circus classes. But he nearly blacked out all the same, sobbed in Tony’s arms on the balcony until Tony proposed this. The road trip.

and when it’s hard, i’ll place your head into my hands, by hopeless_hope

“Tony,” Pepper sing-songs to get his attention. “Your mother hen is showing.”

“What?” he snaps indignantly. “I am not a mother hen. This is just... concern. Of the average kind. Perfectly normal.”

“Of course,” Pepper humors him, and he shoots her a dirty look as he types out a quick text to Peter.

It's been five days since Tony's heard from Peter, who's away at college, and Tony is not coping well. (Neither is Peter.)

Peter likes cuddles (and Tony too, but he always denies it... until he can’t)

my arms will hold you (keep you safe and warm), by parkrstark

“So, you’re telling me your body...is going through Oxytocin withdrawals?” Tony asked slowly.

“Cuddle withdrawals,” Peter corrected him. “Mr. Stark cuddles.”

TW : Rape/non-cons

make me strong, by parkrstark

It all started when Tony introduced Peter to Skip Westcott. He just didn't know until it was too late.

(There is a lot more, but I can’t find it rn ;-;)

5+1

5 times peter clung to tony, by parkrstark

... and the one time tony clung to him.

You are my Dad, you’re my dad, boogiewoogiewoogie, by Hittinmiss

“Peter? What’s going on kid?” Tony asked, him popping up on the phone’s screen.

“Hey da-” Peter started automatically before immediately noticing his mistake, the look on Ned’s face proved that yes, he almost called Tony Stark dad. He needed to try recover quickly because the look on Tony’s face seemed confused, especially with his slight pause. “-aaaaaamn Mr. Stark I really like your shirt. Where’d you get it?”

Smooth.

---

5 times Peter called Tony Dad and the 1 time Tony called himself Dad

5 Times Tony Took Care of Peter..., by As_Clear_As_Crystal

“Think if I coded a sign into your suit that says ‘Baby on Board,’ maybe criminals wouldn’t be so enthusiastic about murdering you?” Tony asks airily, poking at the bottom of Peter’s foot.

Peter halfheartedly kicks at Tony with his toe. (“That’s offensive, Mr. Stark.” )

- - -

aka: Five times Tony took care of Peter, and one time Peter took care of Tony.

5 times Peter is stuck with Tony, by @iron--spider

(...and one time he’s stuck alone.)

“I wonder if Pepper’s reported me missing yet,” Tony says, with an exaggerated sigh. “I wonder if this is some kind of scheme to kidnap me or something.”

“I think the ride’s just broken,” Peter says.

“Today of all goddamn days,” Tony says, exasperation clear in his voice and in his eyes. “Ruining our trip—”

“It’s not ruined,” Peter says. “Look, we’re hanging out."

“Real quality time,” Tony huffs. “Us, a few other trapped members of the general public, and a handful of animatronic pirates. Drunk pirates. Repeating themselves.”

5 times tony forgot peter was just a kid, by @parkrstark

...and the 1 time he didn't.

Or the one where it was hard for Tony to remember that the kid fighting next to him was still just a kid.

can i get a good night’s sleep ? can i PLEASE get a good night’s sleep ?, by peterstank

The doors open and there’s Peter, perched on a gurney with his shirt gone and a whole lot of blood staining his side. He’s bent awkwardly, clearly trying to feel his way around whatever wound he’s got.

“Um,” Tony says, approaching, “What.”

Peter looks up and—yeah, he’s lost a lot more blood than Tony had originally thought. His face is completely fucking drained. “Hey,” he says, offering a jaunty wave before returning his attention to his side. “I got shot.”

“Oh!” Tony nods. “Oh, okay. What the fuck, kiddo?”

or: five times peter doesn’t sleep + the one time he does

Five Times Peter and Tony Had Each Other’s Back, by Sahiya

... and One Time They Needed Help.

Peter is Tony’s Biological Child

I Had the Dream Again, by Skeeter_110

Peter calls Tony in the middle of the night crying.

Congratulations, it’s a Boy, by capiocapi

"Sir, I have the results.”

“Okay, Jarvis. Hit me.”

“It’s a match. 99.9% chance that he is your biological son, which is the percentage needed to be recognized by law as a biological parent.”

Tony’s stomach did a funny swooping dance. “Great. Congratulations to me then, eh? It’s a boy.”

You Are My Sunshine, by @iamconstantine

Tony Stark had always been a man of science and he always would be. It was his personal and fundamental belief that everything had an explanation. His eventual encounters with Norse gods, alien life, and sorcerers did kind of quake this a little bit, but still.

One thing that had always confounded him as the one thing that had no scientific explanation was fate. Murphy’s law, Finagle’s law, the butterfly effect, the domino effect, the snowball effect, and the wisest of all: “Shit happens.”

So how peculiar was it that one of the greatest things to ever happen to him began with a tray of champagne?

Serie i love you more than anything, by @iron--spider

The highs and lows of Tony unexpectedly becoming a single dad at 31– from Peter’s early baby years, all the way past the defeat of Thanos

May’s abusive boyfriend trope

A Peter Parker Problem, by @spagbol99

Peter Parker was back from the dead. At least that is what everybody told him. He'd been snapped out of existence until some sort of time travel and an active death wish by his mentor had saved him and the universe. Just your average sort of life for a 16 year old from Queens.

Peter comes back to find May has a husband and a kid. A new family he has to fit into. But he has done it before, he can do it again.

The only thing that feels solid is Tony: the Blip and fatherhood have mellowed him and Peter loves the bond they have now. He knows Tony would be there for him through anything. But Tony needs to focus on his own recovery - not small time Peter Parker problems. When things at home take a turn for the worse, Peter decides that he'll handle it himself. He is Spider-man. He's been to space and fought aliens. He can get through anything. After all, if May is happy, he is happy, right? Right?

(again, I’ve read a lot more but can’t find it...)

Peter Parker Whump (everyone’s favorite trope)

Danger Pizza, by alice_in_ink

The window was pushed open, and Iron Man’s head popped into his bedroom. “Here’s where I’m confused—why lock the front door but leave the fire-escape-accessible windows unlocked?” He clambered through said window. “Seems like a safety hazard.”

Peter eyed the metal suit as it straightened to a standing position. “Did you break into my window to kill me?”

The face plate lifted, and Tony’s eyes quickly looked over the teen. “Christ, kid. It looks like you’re halfway there.”

...

A wild night on patrol leaves Peter with a broken back, and boy, does he want to be able to move without dying. (So he calls Anthony Stark, obviously.)

If You Can’t Catch A Breath (You Can Take The Oxygen Straight Out Of My Own Chest), by @losingmymindtonight

"And I would hurry. Little Peter is about to be under quite a lot of pressure, and it might get a little hard to breathe.”

I’ve Got You, by @thedumbestavenger

Peter runs into a Copycat Vulture out on patrol, from there, everything escalates.

Meetings and Migraines, by AllThingsGeeky

Peter has another migraine at an unfortunate time and despite his best efforts he can’t ignore it forever.

The Most Important Thing In The World, by S0lstice

Peter’s door creaked and began to bend under the force of the crowbar and for the first time since regaining consciousness, fear began to press into him. Something very bad was happening and it was happening fast - too fast for his sluggish mind to keep up.

He went with his instincts instead, the first one always being, Help Mr. Stark.

Friendly Fire, by @jolinarjackson

Finding a careful truce with the government, the “rogue Avengers” are allowed to return to the Compound where they are put under house arrest. Peter coming to spend one week at the Compound during his summer break couldn’t have come at a more inconvenient time as the opportunity to bond a little more with his mentor is overshadowed by a conflict he doesn’t quite understand. When he starts to develop a mysterious medical condition, however, the former team is forced to work together – not just to protect Peter’s identity from the DODC, but also to find the cause for his illness before it’s too late.

“He’s my kid,” Tony said, his voice hoarse. “He’s my kid and I failed him.” He covered his eyes and took a few deep, shuddering breaths. “All I ever do is fail him.” Natasha knelt down in front of him and cupped his face in her hands, waiting for him to meet her eyes before she said, “Right now, he doesn’t need you to fix this. He doesn’t need you down here. He needs you over there, in the medbay, by his side.” She thumbed tears from the corners of his eyes and ignored the ones running down her own face. “You haven’t failed him yet.”

alarm bells and panic levels, by @iron--spider

Tony lands heavy on the dock, the wood splintering hard under the metal suit. He’s having trouble breathing, his nose is bleeding, he most definitely has more than the recommended amount of broken ribs. But none of that fucking matters. The sky is clear, the assholes are down, but there’s one thing missing.

He looks over his shoulder when Rhodey lands too. His suit is dented in a few places but other than that he looks alright. His face mask flips up and Tony lets his mask retract.

“Where’s Peter?” Tony asks, his voice rough with the amount of yelling he’s been doing. Fuck these stupid assholes. They were supposed to go mini-golfing today. The kid had been looking forward to it for weeks.

Rhodey looks around, breathing hard through his mouth. “I thought you knew.”

there’s something wrong, by @iron--spider

“I’m sorry, Pete,” Tony whispers. “We should have checked you for something like this when we were resetting your arm and checking on the concussion. Goddamnit. We didn’t think.”

“He poisoned us both?” Peter asks, trying to open one eye to look at him.

“Yeah,” Tony says, brushing Peter’s hair back from his forehead. “He’s dying. He got the brunt of it, a nice fucking cocktail of bullshit, including mercury and a bunch of other toxic shit—”

“Am I dying?” Peter whispers, voice breaking.

Fitting In (Tiny Spaces), by aloneintherain

Peter's trapped beneath a collapsed building during a mission, hurt and unable to move. Luckily, his comm still works. Unluckily, the Avengers don’t realise how bad of a state Peter is in, and Peter isn’t inclined to tell them.

“Spidey, they’ve got reinforcements. We’ve hit a bit of a snag here, and I don’t think anyone will be able to help you for a while. Think you can sit tight while we deal with this?”

The pressure on his lower back and legs was becoming too much. Peter swallowed thickly, fighting down panic. He could handle this.

“Yeah,” Peter said. “I can do that.”

Collections/Series (’cause I could make an inventory of all @iron--spider stories, you know, but you have to read all of her work, if you haven’t yet) (God she doesn’t even know who I am)

iron dad bingo, by @iron--spider

stay at home, by @iron--spider

whumptober, by @iron--spider

Whumptober 2019, by @marvelous-writer

Day in the life of the Iron Family, by @marvelous-writer

The Tumblr Archives, by @losingmymindtonight

Everything comes back to you, by @losingmymindtonight

Nice work, kid, by @madasthesea

Irondad Bingo 2019, by sahiya

The Adventures of Spidy-son and Iron-dad, by eva7673

Tony adopts Peter (why everyone kills May, btw ?)

Accepting the Tides, by @emma--anacortes

Tony had dragged Peter from the depths of despair after May's death. It was normal that he'd grown to care a little about him, right?

Yeah, okay. He freaking loved the kid.

So naturally he would feel a little weird when Richard Parker randomly shows up in Peter's life. Naturally he'd feel protective, nervous, and confused because where has Richard been all this time? And why does Tony feel sick every time he sees him around Peter?

All he knows is if Richard hurts his kid, Tony's gonna give him hell.

Series Out of Darkness, by @starryknight09

“Is this Peter Parker?”

“Yes…”

“This is Dr. Nguyen. I’m sorry but your aunt’s been in an accident and we’re going to need you to come to Queens Memorial as soon as you can.”

Peter's life shatters with a phone call. The last person he expects helps him pick up the pieces.

#irondad #irondad spiderson #irondad fic #fic recs

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underrated irondad and spiderson fic recs part 1

Men's Synch 3m Platform by loudestfandomsoftheworld

summary: or 5 times Peter Parker goes dumpster diving, and one time he does something else... " “You took my nephew dumpster diving?” Ben asked incredulously.

His wife stood tall with a toddler strapped to her chest, tugging at one end of a couch with all her might. “I did not,”

“Twash!” Peter yelled."

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

do you even remember what the world looks like? by iron_spider

summary: Tony’s heart has been working on overdrive since this whole thing started. Friday has a countdown clock plastered on the heads up display, but it feels like hieroglyphics to him at this point, like some ancient language he could never master.

Because when Peter Parker is missing, things start losing their meaning real quick.

Time? What the hell is time? His mind is blanking numbers out entirely. Minutes are seconds are hours are years.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

Empty Casket by Jen27ny

summary: After the Vulture, Tony should have known better.

He should have listened to Peter.

But he didn’t.

And now, Peter is dead.

pairings: none

tags: angst

warnings: none

Patient #2252 by TheSoulOfAStrawberry

summary: When a warehouse comes down on Spider-Man’s head and leaves him with a brain injury, Queens social worker Bianca Browne and Dr Grace Li of NY-Presbytarian Hospital find themselves racing the NYPD to uncover Spidey’s identity and get him help before he can be charged with a litany of crimes.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: police brutality

That's why they call me mr. fahrenheit by SparrowFlight246

summary: Peter’s on fire.

He wakes up fast, and before he even gets the chance to feel the pain, the aches, the dizziness, he feels the heat. It’s all encompassing, a raging inferno blooming from within him and burning him up from the inside out, and god, it—

—god, it hurts.

Peter gets whammied by a 24-hour superbug, and Tony’s left to keep him alive until tomorrow morning.

It sounds a hell of a lot easier than it ends up being.

pairings: none

tags: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

not like megatron by iron_spider

summary: “Hi! This is Peter Parker, I can’t get to the phone right now, so leave a message and I’ll call you back later! Hopefully not too much later, but don’t get your hopes up!”

Tony knows that message by heart. He’s heard it hundreds of times, in a greyer world, and it sends shivers down his spine as he climbs into the car.

He doesn’t think about that place. That half-world. No way, that’s done, that’s over, that’s history.“Hey, kid, don’t you know it’s bad etiquette to go and disappear on your birthday? Not allowed, really, really bad vibes from the universe. What’s going on with your suit? I wasn’t watching. Nope. Just got an alert. What’s going on? Uh, call me back.” He clears his throat and hangs up like a moron, driving out into the street.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings: none

Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater by frostysunflowers

summary: ''Dying.''

''You’re not dying.''

''Totally am.'

'''God, I hope not, otherwise May will skin me alive.''

A weekend visit to the cabin doesn't go according to plan.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort, humor

warnings: none

an irondad's misguided approach to homesickness by livingtheobsessedlife

summary: Peter mentions it once. Once. That he’s maybe kinda sorta vaguely somewhat homesick. MIT is no Queens, that’s all really. All in all, Pete’s having a great time at college. Really, truly.

The thing is that Tony’s never really taken the whole ‘only mentioning it once’ thing all that well. Not when it comes to Peter at least.

This time is no exception.

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

you held your pride like you should have held me by searchingforstars

summary: “I had to take the risk!” Peter snaps. “I saved your life.”

Tony’s stare hardens. “Yeah, and nearly ended your goddamn own. This isn’t a trade-off. It wasn’t your call to make.”

“You would have done the same thing to protect me,” Peter points out. Tony just seethes at the statement.

“I don’t care about what you think I would have done. You are not me. And I don’t know who you think I am, but I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself."

or, as the timer ticked down, Peter knew his only option was to take things into his own hands. He just didn’t expect Tony to be mad at him for saving his life.

pairings: none

tags: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

always on duty by parkrstark

summary: Peter manages to convince Tony to take him to a gala, but when Tony is hurt, he realizes that it's just as dangerous to be Tony Stark as it is to be Iron Man.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, humor

warnings: none

Out of Left Field by blondsak, seekrest

summary: Even if Tony didn’t end up becoming a big fan of the Mets, Peter knew they’d still have a great time at the game. And the fact that Tony wanted to go with Peter badly enough to make it clear that he should buy a pair of tickets as a birthday gift?

Peter shakes his head fondly.

Maybe for once the month of May was going to work out for him after all.

pairings: spideychelle

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

three weeks, two days, seven hours by crowkag

summary: It was a mess. A real mess. Peter had been gone for three weeks, two days, and seven hours, taken right out from under their noses.

And Tony was laying on the floor.

(AKA “you’ll always get there first”, but from Tony’s POV.)

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings:

for as long as i live and as long as i love (i will never not think about you) by searchingforstars

summary: When Tony first started to forget things, Peter thought maybe it was just age. People’s memories fade as they get older, right? Minds get weaker. It’s just natural.

But Tony has arguably the sharpest mind of the 21st century. Peter should have realised that it was never going to be just getting weaker. It was never going to be just age.

No - not when the sharpest mind of the 21st century also happened to come into contact with the deadliest amount of gamma radiation known to man five years ago.

or, Tony’s sacrifice is still haunting them five years later. Peter has to come to terms with the fact that Tony’s memory is fading.

pairings: none

tags: angst

warnings: none

a dream is a wish by floweryfran

summary: Tony seems to panic for a moment, shifting his weight foot to foot, before spitting out in one mouthful, “I have a business trip in Florida right before your spring break and I talked to May and she says I can bring you to Disney for the week once it’s done ahhh.” He then breathes, grins plastically, and holds his hands out, like, I’m Tony Stark, hold your applause.

Peter runs the words through his head no less than three times to make sure he had understood them properly. “Disney—you and me—spring break?” he repeats.

Tony nods, hair flopping. “I mean, like, don’t feel obligated to say yes, but I thought it would be fun since May says you’ve never gone and she would’ve been working for your whole break anyway, y’know, at least this way we won’t be worrying about you sitting home alone for hours doing G-d only knows what—building accidental robot armies or something, or, worse, becoming a couch potato and forgetting every bit of knowledge I’ve ever carefully placed in that rat trap you call a brain—”

“Tony,” Peter says, waving his hands to shut Tony up. Something warm sits in the core of his chest, hovering. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, yeah, for sure, let’s—Disney. Let’s go. Wow.”

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

Of birthday cake and millennium falcons by frostysunflowers

summary: "You still haven’t answered my question," MJ says, taking another sip of her juice.

"Isn’t it obvious?" Tony replies, scratching at one of the scars on his neck with the end of a screwdriver. "It’s Ben’s birthday."

"And Ben’s birthday warrants a…" MJ waves a hand vaguely, "what the hell is that thing anyway?"

Tony has no self control when it comes to birthday parties and his grandson.

pairings: spideychelle

tags: fluff

warnings: none

what i have, i give to you by aatticsaltt

summary: Tony would give everything to Peter Parker, if he asked for it. When May calls telling Tony she thinks Peter isn't feeling well, he drops everything to go check up on his favorite spider kid.

pairings: pepperony

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

Smile! by aatticsaltt

summary: Taking Peter to Disney World was one of Tony's better ideas.

pairings: pepperony

tags: fluff

warnings: none

and when it's hard, i'll place your head into my hands by hopeless_hope

summary: “Tony,” Pepper sing-songs to get his attention. “Your mother hen is showing.”

“What?” he snaps indignantly. “I am not a mother hen. This is just... concern. Of the average kind. Perfectly normal.”

“Of course,” Pepper humors him, and he shoots her a dirty look as he types out a quick text to Peter.

It's been five days since Tony's heard from Peter, who's away at college, and Tony is not coping well. (Neither is Peter.)

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings: none

Of Wally-Crawly Harnesses and Over-Enthusiastic Hat-Bestowing Capabilities by TheOceanIsMyInkwell

summary: Tony raises a brow at him in triumph, then sniffs and rubs the side of his nose. “Besides, think of it this way. Now you got a bullet-proof neck.”

“Nobody would even shoot a sad-looking orphan bundled like a spring roll in Red Heart yarn,” Peter points out. “That’s just low.”

“Excuse me, young buck, I resent the implication that I would let Red Heart come within an inch of your skin.”

“You’re insufferable,” Peter says flatly. “I hate you.”

“And just for that, I think this calls for those wool socks I was working on,” Tony says brightly.

“No--no, wait--”

“It’s time to learn that your consequences have actions, Parker--”

“Wait, wait, I love your knitting, I think it’s super healthy and fulfilling and honestly the best thing that’s ever happened to you since you retired!” Peter hollers at the man’s figure as it retreats quickly down the hallway. -- After Peter faints into hibernation because he can't thermoregulate, Tony isn't taking anymore chances. Out come the wool skeins and the knitting needles.

pairings: none

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

how do you sandwich!? by killerqueenwrites

summary: “Why are you buttering toast before you toast it?

”“I’m not toasting this.”

“Then what are you doing?” Peter demands.

“I’m making a sandwich.”

pairings: none

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

What I Can't Live Without by aatticsaltt

summary: Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown. Heavy lies the heart of the father who has to watch his son bow beneath the weight of the world.

or: When Peter calls Happy needing a ride out of the Netherlands, it's Tony who comes to the rescue.

pairings: none

tags: angst

warnings: none

Tales from Quarantine by just_a_hungry_author

summary: Peter, Morgan, and Tony are all stuck inside during the Coronavirus quarantine. Morgan learns to play Monopoly, Tony struggles to help with 1st grade math, and a prank war ensues.

God, this is the longest two weeks ever.

pairings: none

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

if we have each other by ftmpeter

summary: "Do you ever just, like, feel like you’re upside down?"

"You are upside down, Pete."

"Sounds fake."

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

What Happens in the Blanket Fort Stays in the Blanket Fort by TheOceanIsMyInkwell

summary: “Well, I was gonna discuss with May some legal particulars about changes to my will that involve you,” Tony drawls, “but looks like I’ll just have to change my plans.”

There’s a beat. And then a yodel: “I’m just a poor boy, I need--”

“If not for this goddamn quarantine, I’d be there in a flash to shut you up myself, Spidey-Tighties.”

“You made these ‘tights’.”

“Funsie-onesie.”

“Mr. Stark.”

“Cooty-footies.”

“Mr. Stark. I’m begging you. What does that even mean.” -- Tony comes over to keep Peter company during the quarantine while the kid waits for May to come home from work at the hospital. Bants are had. Feelings are spilled. And maybe, just maybe, a hug or two is shared.

pairings: none

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

On his Shoulders by snarkymuch

summary: “Please, please,” Tony begged, “Keep breathing, kid. Don’t do this to me. You can’t leave me like this.” The morning started like any other for Tony. He kissed Pepper good morning and sipped his coffee. He scanned his emails and chatted with Pepper about the vacation they were always planning but never took. The calm should have been a warning, as the storm always followed.

Peter and Tony get trapped in a building collapse and Peter is gravely injured.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

coronapocalypse by peterstank

summary: “This whole quarantine thing shouldn’t even apply to me.”

“Uh, I beg to differ, it’s very serious,” replies Tony’s voice, slightly muffled like he’s got his phone pressed between his shoulder and chin. “We’re all on lockdown, which means no leaving your place unless it’s for emergencies.”

“And what qualifies as an emergency?”

There’s a pause.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re not in your apartment?”

pairings: none

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

Little White Lies by snarkymuch

summary: Peter gets injured and tries to treat it himself, hiding it from Tony, but he can't keep it hidden forever.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

Peter Parker and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Semester by just_a_hungry_author

summary: "So tell me, Kid." Tony said, patting the space next to him. "What's been going on?"

"Nothing's been going on." Peter denied, but he sat down anyway.

"Pete, don't bottle your emotions up. Only I'm allowed to do that."

When Peter again didn't smile at his joke, Tony continued. "I know you're stressed, Bud. But tell me why so I can help you."

"It's nothing you can help." Peter mumbled.

"Can I at least try?"

"I've just been having a bad week."

OR: Peter’s been having a rough time at college, Tony tries to jump in and help. 3000 words of pure fluff.

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

Windy Webs by silentsaebyeok

summary: And that was it. He was officially an idiot. Peter didn’t mean to be dramatic, but this was one of the most embarrassing things to ever happen to him, even if there was no one around to witness the fall of the century. -- Peter goes web-slinging in dangerous weather and gets seriously injured. It doesn't help that he has to spend the whole summer living with the consequences.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

Peter gets the chickenpox by snarkymuch

summary: Peter and Morgan both catch the chickenpox. Morgan's case is mild, but Peter's is severe. Tony takes care of them both.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings: none

#irondad and spiderson #irondad #peter parker #tony stark #my fic recs #police brutality tw

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SOCA THERAPY - JUNE 9, 2024

Soca Therapy Playlist

Sunday June 9th 2024

Making You Wine From 6-9pm on Flow 98.7fm Toronto

Top Striker (Dr. Jay Plate) - Lil Natty & Thunda

Section (Ryan Sayeed's Riddim Section Intro) - Lil Natty & Thunda

Stagga Dance - Lil Natty & Thunda x Muddy

Whoop Waps - Skinny Fabulous x Jab King

Weh Yuh From - Keith Currency

Doh Bother Meh - Problem Child x Lavaman

Out The Way (Vincy Version) - Lyrikal

Fling It - Patrice Roberts

Born So - Problem Child

Bun Up - Shal Marshall

Is We (Travis World Edit) - Patrice Roberts

Anxiety (DJ Kevin Stage Edit) - Patrice Roberts

Anxiety (Dr. Jay Plate) - Patrice Roberts

Miracle - Kes & Tano

Beatin Road - Preedy

Beatin' Road (Remix) - Preedy x Patrice Roberts

Night & Day - Th3rd x JMTB

Wassy - Full Blown

The Answer - Erphaan Alves

Trini Gyal - Mical Teja

Grown Up - Patrice Roberts

Rocket - Preedy

Jub Jub - Kes

When Last (Remix) - GBM Nutron x Jus Jay King ft Grateful Co

Clock Een - Pumpa x Jus Jay King

Runway - Jagwa de Champ x Jus Jay King

Not Alone - Skinny Fabulous x Leadpipe x Jus Jay King

Bashment Come Back Again - Gorg ft Superlynks

Black Chyna - Marzville

Ba Ba Ben (Wine & Bend Pt 2) - DJ Cheem

Birthday Bashment Freestyle - Lil Rick

Happy Place (Ryan Sayeed's Riddim Up Intro) - Lyrikal

Backyard Jam - Farmer Nappy

Jam On De Inside - Jaiga

Better Days - Patrice Roberts

People Business - Teddyson John x Skinny Fabulous

Hold Me - Charly Black

10 Outta 10 - Machel Montano

TOP 7 COUNTDOWN - Powered By The Soca Source

Top Songs By Patrice Roberts Streamed on Apple Music (Reggae) in Canada

7. Tender - Patrice Roberts

6. Carry On - Patrice Roberts

5. Like It Like This - Patrice Roberts x Kes

4. Splash - Patrice Roberts x Nessa Preppy

3. Like Yuh Self - Patrice Roberts x Machel Montano

2. Ammunition [Clean] - Patrice Roberts x Dexta Daps

1. Mind My Business - Patrice Roberts x Travis World x Dan Evens

Rock n Roll - Preedy x Dr. Jay x DJ Crown Prince

Allez - Teddyson John

Brave - Dynamite

Ducking (Jus-Jay Intro Edit) - Fadda Fox

Holiday (DM Edit Clean) - Problem Child

Hot Gyal Anthem (DJ Kevin Intro Edit) - GBM Nutron

In The Center (BD Did It) - GBM Nutron x Farmer Nappy

Ah Love It Here - Ricardo Drue

Fete Woman and Alcohol - Terron

The Menu - Teddyson John

Impossible - Problem Child x Patrice Roberts

A Little Wine - Patrice Roberts

Bend - Imani Ray

The A List - Pumpa

Lost & Found - Preedy

Show Me - Added Rankin

Playing Mas - Fimba

In Front Ah Me - Keith Currency

My Time - Prezzi Don

How Ah Like It - Problem Child

Jook In The Junction (Selectah Kerry Edit) - Yung Bredda x College Boy Jesse

PAN MOMENTS

Dr. Cassandra - Chord Masters Orchestra

TANTY TUNE

(1994) Dada Ragga - Elsworth James

On And On - Roger George

Wishful Encounters - Bunji Garlin

Take A Wine - Bud

Watching Me - Gailann x Benjai

Roll It - Alison Hinds

On De Road - Massive Chandileer ft Ronnie McIntosh

Footsteps - Xtatik ft Wayne Rodriguez

Rudeness On De Road - New Direction

Conch Shell - WCK

Crazy Frog - Froggie

Send That Riddim Crazy - Bunji Garlin

Big Belly Man - Mac Fingall

Food Cookup (Road Mix) - Madd

Yardie - Krosfyah

Signal To Lara - Superblue

Rev De Engine - General Grant

Happy Carnival - Patrice Roberts

NORTHERN PRESCRIPTION

Bump & Shake Yuh Bam Bam - Connector

Wet Meh - Krosfyah ft Edwin Yearwood

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ofmusingsxandmayhem · 2 years

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Cell Phone Headcanons @elisemuses said: # (Ben, Lisa and Ray)

Your muse’s name in my muse’s phone: Ray Dawson

Your muse’s photograph in my muse’s phone:

Your muse’s ringtone in my muse’s phone: Ben generally just has standard ringtones for most people.

Last text from my muse to your muse: [text : Ray Dawson] Trouble down in Kentucky. Might need backup. B.

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Your muse’s name in my muse’s phone: Pain in my Ass (Lisa)

Your muse’s photograph in my muse’s phone:

Your muse’s ringtone in my muse’s phone: He doesn’t do ringtones, but Lisa sat with him and chose Barbie Girl by Aqua (purely because the thought of it playing from his phone amused her)

Last text from my muse to your muse: [text : Pain in my Ass (Lisa)] Countdown is on to your birthday. Guess I can tell you - got the three of us tickets to see The Lion King on Broadway. Can’t wait to celebrate with you both x

#elisemuses || raymond dawson #elisemuses || lisa grant #ben hernandez || answered #family is everything || ben and ray and lisa

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drinix · 7 years

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One week more for the blowout!!

Counting days for the big day of Ben Barnes. Get set lovelies!!

#ben barnes #bin bons #birthday #birthday countdown

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descendantofthesparrow · 5 years

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Harry Hook x reader Master List

oneshots

you are perfect you are perfect v2 - written 2021 the scarlet jacket

surprise kiss daughter of queen of hearts anger issues first voice

first voice angst first voice fluff toxic promise i dont care what they say

faithful happy birthday harry protective protective v2 - rewritten

protective p2 (based off the rewritten version) my first harry hook x reader

sick evies sister! drabble flu sucks forbidden Quartermaster

enemies are made on neverland misunderstanding found out dont go wow

joy ride safe - OG post was removed so redirecting to A03 abandoned p1

abandoned p2 turned p1 turned p2 save me boys and girls of every age

saved saved p2 prompt 128 “don't touch me. we’re fighting”

apple picking with ya boi Drunk!reader protect when someone hits on you/him

you haven't even touched your food regret Umas schemes pile of blankets

mom!Reader-leaving

happy birthday - Daughter of Hades - gift to sweetweasleygirl

commission - forget me not x sparrow!reader - WICKED

soulmate au- lost things harry cant swim - drabble

harry still cant swim - drabble p2 Commission work -Happy Family

La Bouff!Reader- Different all bundled up request - chubby! reader

request - soulmate au! sharing wounds request- no touchy

request - Fem!Harry x Fem Reader idk just felt like writing

Pan! Reader - Misunderstood Queen Halloween special - Sanderson! Reader

reckless my bonnie lass Colorless - soulmate au Hypnotic song pillow stealing

held back p1 - NB! Reader Held back p2 - final soulmate au - Countdown timer

soulmate au - Tattoos soulmate au - future vision cold and bruises

Huma x reader - Brand new Poly sea 3 x reader - lonely

modern au - im sorry who? p1(?) dog person glorious chaos~

Huma x NB reader - Commission work

commission work - Male!Reader - meeting the parents Oop, better run Hook

Commission work - Swann snapped Happy birthday to me - Rewrite oneshot

Soccer ball to the face and im yours - Male!Reader Left behind - Audreys sister!

my sisters best friend is the one for me - Umas sister!reader p1

my sisters best friend is the one for me - Umas sister!reader p2 (final)

Halloween fic 2021 - Haunting frights smut fic - fuck pirates am i right?

calm nights with you flinch smut fic - this isnt what i had in mind

its been a long, long time together again

2020 Christmas fic - First Christmas in Auradon (Claus!Reader)

final straw Buff reader x Simp Harry Smut fic - Relaxing Afternoon

switching places - soulmate body switch au pet names - nb reader

Smut fic- Car sex not a fun morning - sick!Reader

sudden library kisses aka pouty man wants kiss from his boyfriend - Male!Reader Grief - pet loss birthday visits and confessions

once upon a dream touch starved Keep quiet - smut fic

JTK/Harry Hook Dont fuck with isle kids/old friends Always warm - male! reader

What a steal -ficlet smut fic - vamp reader Wanna bite him so bad

commission work -the sea four - trans masc reader!

Why do i/Good grief - Goodbye to Harry Hook oneshot Sweet boy

if you will marry me Fresh from the shower -Smut fic Thief

three times the fun-smut fic sweet summer - Request Trust - Request(Male reader)

Sweet mornings-smut fic request-overtime male-sparrow!reader-request-five times i got punched in the mouth and the one time i got kissed

Can’t stop this feeling - Smut

P1 p2 p3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9

Commission 2 parter - unpredictably adorable

p1 p2

Commission 2 parter - Happily Ever After

p1 p2

Commission 2 parter - hidden

p1 p2

Commission multipart - do I love her

p1 p2 p3 p4 p5

Commission multipart - used...then loved

p1 p2 p3 p4 p5

Commission multipart -love at first sight

p1 p2 p3 p4 p5

2 part commission - the masked princess

p1 p2

Commission Multipart - a prince behind the pirate

p1 p2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7 p8 p9 p10 p11 p12 p13 p14 p15

Commission multipart - Matchmaker

P1 - Jay/Gil P2 - Mal/Evie P3 - Audrey/Uma

P4 - Ben/Lia P5 - Carlos/Valentina P6 - Harry/(y/n)

P7 - Harry/(y/n) p2 (final)

Missing pieces - JTK is Harry Hook - Multipart

intro P1 P2

Regained passion - multipart

p1 p2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7 p8 p9 (finale)

Epilogue

(BEGINNING OF OG POYW)

Part of your world -D2

p1 p2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7 p8 p9 p10 p11 p12

p13 p14 p15 p16 p17 p18 epilogue

Reprise - OG POYW -D3

p1 p2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7 p8 p9 p10 final 11 epilogue

Encore - OG POYW - AFTER CANON

p1 p2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7 p8 p9 p10 p11 p12 p13 p14 p15

sneak peek for rewrite

p16 p17 p18 p18.2 - smut central- DO NOT NEED TO READ-DOES NOT HAVE PLOT IMPORTANT STUFF-U WONT MISS ANYTHING IF U DONT READ

p19 p20 p21 p22 p23 p24 p25 - The finale

(END OF OG POYW)

(BEGINNING OF POYW 2.0)

Part of your world 2.0 - D2

p1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12 P13 P14 P15 P16 P17 P18

EPILOUGE

Reprise 2.0 -D3

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10

Epilogue

Encore 2.0 - AFTER CANON

(END OF POYW 2.0)

(BEGINNING OF REWRITE POYW)

REVISED -REWRITE(JUST D1)

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12 P13 P14 P15 Epilouge

Rewrite - part of your world- D1

p1 p2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7 p8 p9 p10 p11 p12 p13 p14 p15 p16 - final

Shuffle playlist - Rewrite poyw- D2

p1 p2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7 p8 p9 p10 p11 p12 p13 p14 p15 p16 p17 -final

Epilogue

what if? (y/n) went to Uma before Mal? (shuffle au #1)

what if? (y/n) went with Mal to the isle instead of Harry? (shuffle au #2)

what if? Harry never came to Auradon in D1? (shuffle au #3)

Rewrite Mini-series - Interlude

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6

Under the sea; Rewrite

P7 P8 P9 P10 (final)

Rewrite Oneshot - Moments

Finale - POYW Rewrite- D3

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 p9 p10 p11 p12 p13 -epilogue

The Hook wedding (Harryxr)

The Royal wedding (Bal)

(END OF REWRITE POYW)

Remember - BOTW crossover

p1 p2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7 p8 p9 p10 p11 p12 p13 p14 p15 p16 p17 p18 p19 p20

p21 p22

daughter of the honorable thief (on being revised and written WIP MODE FOR ALL PARTS, PRESENT, PAST, AND FUTURE)

prologue p1 p2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7 p8 p9 p10 p11 p12 p13 p14 p15

here ya go, a master list with all my most recent harry hook x readers!!!

#descendants #Descendents #disney descendants #harryhook #harry hook #harry hook imagine #harry hook descendants #harry hook x reader

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