#halloween starker

[ironunderoos]

Ok what about Peter dancing.

No sound, just his movements. Headphones in his ears.

He wears the same outfit like TH in The Crowded Room, when he drunkenly dances on the bedroom floor. Light sweater and briefs. Nothing else.

He's not on the floor this time.

His long hair swings and obscures his face. When he throws his head to the side a drop of sweat flies like a glittering diamond.

The camera moves back a bit, and Tony's face comes into view. His eyes look up to the boy above him, mesmerized, he can't look away, fixed on Peter's form.

The camera zooms back, and we see that Peter is dancing on Tony's lap, his movement ecstatic. He grabs Tony's shoulder with one hand, fingers diving into the muscle to keep him upright when he dances, his slender body twisting and turning.

Tony doesn't move, just lays in his chair, looking up to him, resting deep against the backrest, hands unmoving and lifeless on the armrests, one foot on the floor.

The camera zooms back, still focusing on Peter lapdancing like mad, until a device comes into view.

Discarded on the floor lies the stunner Obie used in IM1

The headphones in Peter's ears are ear plugs

Tony's face and neck shows the raised veins from being stunned. His eyes are wide open in the terror of being unable to move.

He's completely helpless and the mad boy who did it to him dances on his lap.

[starker-sorbet]

Tony, Peter and Morgan getting their house ready for Halloween

[starkersblog]

Peter and Tony spending Halloween together all cosy baking Halloween cookies 🎃🖤

[babybatscreationsv2]

For Halloween prompt - how about a vampire Starker with SIM!Tony meeting his kinky and power equal in Vampire!Peter?

Warnings for murder, blood, fear kink, and dehumanization

"I like the way you catch your prey," a man behind him said. Peter set down the drink he was pretending to nurse. He turned away from the bar to see the host of the party addressing him.

"I'm sorry?" Peter answered.

Tony grinned. "Men like us don't apologize," he said with a wink. Then he held out his hand. "Come take a walk with me."

Peter stepped down from the stool. He inhaled through his nose the scent he found in the air was strange. There was something wrong with his blood. Everyone here was shooting up Tony's Extremis. They all smelled of it. Tony's was different though. Whatever he was giving the public wasn't the same as what he gave the others. His scent was even more alien.

Tony took his hand and tucked Peter's arm in his. They walked along the edge of the roof, waist high glass railing to one side. All around them the party was turning into a orgy, as they always did. Peter was usually gone by now.

"I don't recall inviting you," Tony said casually.

"I can't imagine you invited all of these people individually."

"You have no idea what I spend my time on."

Peter laughed. "The great Tony Stark? Surely you have more important things to do."

Tony looked at him with eyebrows raised and a gleam in his eyes. "You would be right. In fact, the very important thing I've been spending my time on," he said as they passed through the open doorway and into the bedroom. "Is you."

He stopped and turned so they were facing each other. Peter glanced at the handful of couples in the room. All were too intoxicated to remember this tomorrow.

"What about me?"

Tony's grip tightened on his hand. Something moved up his arm like liquid metal. Peter looked down to see flowing silver moving up his arm. He jerked back as it reached his elbow, but it was strong.

"Let go of me!" Peter shoved him back with his other hand, but Tony grabbed his forearm. The man smiled, entirely delighted to see his genius once again fulfill him. Silver slid up that arm, too, encasing him up to his neck until he couldn't move his arms.

"I know why you come to these parties, Peter. My friends can be careless. Sometimes accidents happen. Sometimes a person slips and falls from a rooftop."

"I don't know what you're talking about. Let me go!"

Tony leaned into his space. "I don't mind you killing people. Not even people who are close to me." He scoffed. "If they couldn't fight you off, then they deserve it. No matter how much Extremis they take, they'll always be weak. Not like us."

"What do you want?"

Tony's eyes slid down from his own. They lingered over his lips, then carried on down his body. Peter breathed a little faster, air moving uselessly through his lifeless body in a mockery of human arousal.

The silver on his skin drew back, growing less rigid. It felt soft now like skin as it brushed over his skin. A human hand wrapped around the back of his neck and pulled him a step closer. Then Tony's lips were on his, moving together, as silver tendrils slid over his body making him shiver down into his toes.

He followed eagerly as Tony pulled him onto the bed. The man laid down on his back, cradling Peter to him. Hands on his hips, encouraged him to grind against him. The growing pleasure only reminded him of how hungry he was. Orgasms are sweeter without the distraction of aching fangs and Tony was practically demanding sex. Not that Peter had any complaints about that.

He pushed up on his hands, looking down at those blue eyes that seemed almost to glow. Tony smirked and he spoke before Peter could even get the words out.

"Let's get you what you came here for." He gently pushed Peter over to the side so he was laying next to him. Then he took a moment to view the hedonism creating something of a chorus within the room.

Tony looked at the woman laying closest to the bed. She was barely conscious and she did nothing but laugh when Tony grabbed her by the hair and pulled her onto the bed. She knelt, body limp, in his grasp.

"He's going to kill you," Tony said, nodding toward Peter.

"Wh-what?" she gasped, still giggling.

Tony shook her. "He's going to fucking kill you." He threw her down in between them. Peter watched her face as terror broke through her high.

"No- no, please-" She tried to push herself up, but Peter put his hand on her abdomen. It took nothing at all to keep her still even as she began to cry.

"Go on then," Tony said. "She's not worth the air she's wasting."

Peter looked at Tony, ignoring the struggling woman beneath him. He'd assumed Tony was just too big of an asshole to care about people dying, but that wasn't it at all. He cared very much. This whole thing he did. Playing god. It turned him on. And he wanted to watch Peter kill in a way he couldn't. With unrestrained violence.

He grabbed the woman by her throat and pulled her back up to her knees. He held Tony's eye as he settled behind her, ignoring the scratching of her nails. Tony moved only to grab her legs to stop her kicking, eyes still locked with Peter's, waiting.

He ran his lips over her neck and she sobbed, crying and begging already. Then his teeth, his fangs, cut into her skin and she screamed. Blood rushed into his mouth and his eyes finally shut in ecstasy. That first taste was always pure pleasure. He moaned into her skin, holding her tighter, feeling a bone somewhere crack.

It must have been a rib and it must have gone into her lung because she was wheezing now, gasping for air, as she suffocated. She died too quickly, forcing Peter to stop and drop her body not yet drained to the bed.

There was a moment of silence as the pair of them stared at each other. Then Tony was on top of him, pulling at his clothes. Between Peter's claw-like nails and Tony's silver tendrils, they turned their clothes into shreds.

The scent of blood was growing in the air as it leaked from the corpse's torn throat. It only made him hungrier. The Extremis now in his system was dangerous. It made him stronger than he already was, but Tony didn't seem to mind the bruising grip on his skin. He only stopped him when a thought crossed his mind and he drew back with a cruel grin.

Beside them, a man was passed out on the floor. His lover had crawled off to find someone else. Tony slapped him until his eyes blinked open, then he dragged him onto the bed. He positioned Peter over top of him, pressing kisses down his spine. He dragged his nails up Peter's thigh bringing a sigh to his lips.

Then he was stuffing his cock into him, without any real care, but Peter didn't mind the pain. Especially not with his weight against his back and his lips on his neck. They shared a kiss as Tony's hips met his ass. Peter moaned as he pushed in deep enough to ache in his gut.

"Take him," Tony purred.

Peter bent his head and placed his lips at the man's neck. For a moment, he moaned and his hands gripped Peter's arms. Then he was whimpering as fangs broke skin. Peter moaned into his neck. The motion of Tony fucking him caused him to tear the man's neck, making the blood flow faster. He wasn't going to last any longer than the man beneath him.

Silver tendrils slid over his skin like living bondage. He hadn't even realized just how much of him needed to be touched until he was wrapped up in him.

"How does it feel when they die on your tongue?" Tony mused.

Peter gasped, mouth unlatching from the man beneath him. He pushed Tony aside, rolling them over so Peter could lay on his back with Tony above him. He pulled him, kissing him with blood still on his tongue, gasping when Tony shoved his cock back in, fucking him while the man beside him took his last breaths.

[sausageg]

Trick or Treat?

Tony will have Peter as dinner later!

Day 31: Halloween Party

Hello, thank you so much for coming here, enjoying, reblogging, commenting or anything! It makes me happy! I could finish this flufftober because of you, guys

I do enjoy this flufftober, thank you so much @starkerfestivals

[theginkosakata]

[graceful-starker]

Tony the Friendly Ghost

Summary: Peter's house is haunted by a very friendly, very horny ghost.

Warnings: mild dub-con for a second there, Tony is a ghost, mild come inflation, mostly just an excuse to write ghost porn ngl.

Notes: Blame @the-mad-starker for this one, ngl lol. I might add more to this AU, but I wanted to get the first installment out on Halloween. Happy Halloween!

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Peter isn’t crazy, okay? His apartment is just haunted. He doesn’t care that MJ rolls her eyes in disbelief or that Ned laughs at him for believing in ghosts. There’s definitely, 100%, for sure a ghost in his apartment. 

Peter winces as his ghost moves his couch loudly, the legs screeching horribly against the floor and thudding into the wall. “Okay, that’s really unnecessary!” Peter yells, walking into the living room and putting his hands on his hips. “I can’t afford to leave, you’re stuck with me, okay? You don’t have to rearrange all my furniture in protest.”

He doesn’t get a response; he isn’t sure his ghost even can. He’s never seen it, never heard it. He can only see what it does to his home. So far, at least. The couch is pulled back from the wall and slammed back into it again.

Peter sighs in annoyance, cocking his head to the side and staring at the couch. “Whatever, it looks better there anyway.”

The couch skirts across the floor, back to its original position, and Peter rolls his eyes as hard as he can. “Oh, fuck you. You’re just being annoying for the sake of it now.”

There’s no response, and Peter puffs out another sigh. “Stop rearranging my furniture, we’re going to get a noise complaint.”

There’s no response yet again, and Peter hums and turns to go back to his room. “Thank you,” he mumbles softly. He opens his door and gasps. “You asshole!” he yells, looking at his clothes flying out of his dresser. “Stop that!”

His ghost doesn’t, so he angrily grabs a towel and slams the bedroom door behind him to leave his ghost to their temper tantrum. 

He locks the door to the bathroom as if that will stop the ghost from coming in and turns the shower to be extra hot. He strips and puts his clothes in the hamper, grumbling to himself under his breath. 

He takes perhaps the angriest shower of his life, scrubbing furiously at his body and aggressively lathering his hair. “I should have known the rent was too good to be true,” he mumbles to himself, getting out of the shower and grabbing his towel. He’s calmed down a bit, has resigned himself to his fate of refolding all his clothes. 

He finishes drying off his hair and wraps it around his hips, looking up at the vanity. He blinks, cocking his head to the side. In big blocky letters, drawn out in the steam on his mirror, is TONY. 

“Tony?” he asks, and watches it be underlined. “Oh, your name is Tony,” he mumbles. “That’s a nice name.”

He doesn’t get a response, and Peter hums in thought. “I’m Peter,” he offers, feeling a bit silly. But Tony started it. “This doesn’t have to be a bad thing, you know. We can get along.”

YES appears on his mirror, and Peter smiles at it. “See? This’ll be great.”

~

Tony likes to talk to him, Peter has discovered. He likes leaving messages on the mirror whenever Peter showers, likes to ask questions and get Peter talking for long periods of time. 

It got to the point where Peter decided: why limit this? He buys three white boards, sticks them to the walls in his kitchen, livingroom, and bedroom. Tony is very happy with these purchases, and has a preference for the red marker. 

Peter has decided that Tony is an asshole, but he isn’t all that bad really. He’s kind of sweet too, and a good listener. He cares about Peter’s life, asks questions about it and encourages him to talk about it to Tony. 

As far as ghosts go, Peter is sure he’s lucked out. 

Peter laughs as he reads the question left for him in the bedroom, shaking his head fondly. “No, MJ isn’t my girlfriend. And she doesn’t even believe me when I tell her about you, she’s a real asshole like that. She’s not coming over any time soon.”

MJ IS NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND?

“No, I don’t have one,” Peter says, shrugging. “I was dating Wade for a while, but we decided to just be friends instead.”

BOYFRIEND?

Peter frowns. “Oh, god, what time period are you from? I didn’t think to ask. People can do that now, it’s fine to be gay or whatever else now.”

NOT AN ISSUE.

“Oh, good,” Peter says, grinning at the board. “Because you’ve really grown on me, it would be a shame to find out my favorite ghost is homophobic.”

YOU KNOW OTHER GHOSTS?

Peter snorts, rolling his eyes fondly. He sits on the bed, crossing his legs. “Jealous?” There’s no response, and Peter giggles softly. “I don’t know any other ghosts, it was just a joke.”

I’M ALONE.

Peter frowns, taking in the words slowly. Tony must have been terribly lonely, before Peter came around. “Well, I’m here now. And you aren’t getting rid of me any time soon, we’ve already established this.” He tries to joke, but it sounds sad. 

It’s quiet for a long time after that, the marker hovering in the air as if Tony is holding it limp at his side. Then the marker is placed down, and the door to Peter’s room shuts. 

Peter sighs sadly, deciding to use the privacy while he has it; since Tony is invisible, he never knows for sure if he’s watching. He only knows if Tony does something like that; closes his door, or moves stuff around in another room. 

~

Peter hums to himself as he gets out of the shower, drying off and wrapping his towel around his waist. His toothbrush is knocked over, and he looks at the mirror with a frown. 

WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

“No where,” Peter says, turning and opening the door. “I just wanted to get clean.” He makes his way to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He opens a drawer in his dresser, before he looks over his shoulder at an insistent tapping noise. The marker is tapping against the whiteboard, and Peter sighs and walks over. 

NO PLANS?

“Nope,” Peter says, turning back around. “Let me get dressed, we can talk-hey!” 

Tony has ripped his towel away, throwing it across the room and leaving him naked. The marker is back on the white board, so Peter doesn’t know for certain where Tony is. 

“Asshole,” he mumbles starting to walk towards his towel again. “You don’t-hey!”

Tony’s never touched him before this; it’s a little unsettling. Everywhere Tony touches him is extremely cold, and it sends a rush of adrenaline through him. One hand is wrapped around Peter’s wrist, twisting his arm behind his back and the other is on Peter’s hip. He’s bent over the bed, and the position brings a blush to Peter’s face. 

“Hey!” Peter says, trying to wriggle free. “What are you doing? Let me go!”

Tony doesn’t. Instead, he moves his hand from Peter’s hip to his ass, petting at the flesh a couple times before spreading Peter’s cheeks apart. 

Peter gasps and shivers at the feeling, trying to close his legs. “Tony! What are you doing?!”

Tony’s leg must go in between his, kicking his feet apart. Peter gasps and shivers, his legs shaking. Tony’s finger pets over his hole, and Peter whimpers. 

“Tony, you can’t-you can’t! What are you-let me go, Tony!” Peter whines, trying to push off of the bed. Tony has never tried to hurt him before, not even when they weren’t talking yet and Tony was still trying to get rid of him. He’s more confused than scared. 

Tony pushes his knee in between Peter’s thighs again, pushing up until his own thigh is pressing against Peter’s cock and rubbing back and forth. 

Peter chokes and gasps, his hand clenching the sheets. “O-oh,” Peter chokes out, grinding down against Tony’s thigh. It feels so fucking wierd, so very cold but still so very good at the same time. Tony’s thigh rubs against him for a few minutes, and Peter continues to grind against it until he’s fully hard.

Tony pushes his finger in to the first knuckle, and Peter gasps. “Wait, don’t-oh god, oh,” Peter groans and pushes back into it, his cock leaking on Tony’s thigh. He can feel Tony’s cock hardening against his hip, and it’s so weird. This is so weird, he can’t even see Tony and Tony is about to-

Tony’s finger pushes deeper, and Peter whimpers. He can’t decide if he’s scared or not, can’t decide if he wants Tony to stop. He wants to tell Tony to wait, at least, to use lube. But then he realizes-

There is no friction. His hole is just stretching around nothing, there’s nothing really there. 

“Oh, fuck,” Peter gasps, hanging his head and arching his back. “Oh, please, more. Tony, please.” 

Tony pulls his finger out and Peter whines, but then he’s pushing two in. Peter’s head throws back, and he gasps loudly. Tony’s fingers start moving in and out of him quickly, already scissoring him apart. 

Peter wonders if Tony can see himself, or there’s nothing there for him as well. If he just has a view of Peter’s hole being stretched around nothing, or if it looks normal for him. “Oh, fuck, Tony. Please Tony, please, more, I need-oh fuck, please!”

Tony lets go of his wrist for the first time since this started, pulling his fingers out abruptly. Peter whines at the loss, scared that Tony’s going to leave now. He worries himself for nothing; Tony simply picks him up and turns him around, and Peter lands on his back halfway up the bed. 

He doesn’t like this position as much; he can see that no one is there. It’s freaking him out, making him think too much. “Tony,” he chokes, chest heaving. He gets up on his elbows, digging his heels into the bed.

Invisible hands push his thighs far apart, and Tony’s cock presses bluntly against Peter’s hole. It pushes and pushes, until it slips past and slides up Peter’s balls. 

Peter gasps loudly, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. It feels so weird but so good, and if he closes his eyes he can just pretend it’s fine. “Oh, fuck, Tony. Please, please fuck me, please get inside me, I want-oh my god!”

Tony had pulled his cock back to try again, pressing insistantly until the head finally popped past Peter’s rim. 

Peter’s mouth falls open, and he has to fist the sheets to stop himself from screaming. It feels so fucking good inside of him, so incredibly strange but in a pleasant way. “Oh, fuck,�� Peter gasps, sucking in a desperate breath. 

Tony starts to slowly push forward, and forward and forward until Peter feels like he can feel it in the back of his fucking throat. 

“Oh god, Tony, oh fuck, how fucking big are you?” He can’t see it, can’t know how much there is left to go. “Oh, stop, it won’t fit!” Peter cries. 

Tony doesn’t listen, continues pushing in until his hips finally slap into Peter’s ass with an audible slap. 

Peter groans loudly, his legs shaking, his chest heaving. “Oh god, Tony,” he gasps, opening his eyes and regretting it immediately. There’s no one there, there’s no body attached to the cock currently splitting him in half, no hands keeping his thighs apart. He’s just being filled up by nothing, his stomach is protruding with a cock that isn’t there. 

Tony starts to slowly pull back out, and Peter watches in fascination as Tony’s head visibly moves down his torso. “Oh,” Peter moans.

Tony only pulls halfway out before pushing back in, his hips slapping hard against Peter’s. 

“Oh, fuck,” Peter gasps, throwing his head back again as Tony sets up a brutal pace. He feels like he might actuall die, like Tony is actively fucking him to death. He’s so fucking big, and the pace is brutal, and he’s fucking Peter so hard he’s being pushed up the bed.

Tony’s left hand leaves his thigh, after moving Peter’s leg around to grip around his waist. Instead it presses down harshly against Peter’s stomach where his head reaches when he goes as deep as possible. 

Peter moans, almost screams, watching his torso with dark eyes. It’s the only visible proof he has, the only thing proving that he isn’t batshit crazy. He’s being fucked by a ghost; a ghost hung like a horse besides. “Tony!”

Tony somehow speeds up, slapping his hips so hard against Peter’s that it hurts, and he knows he’s going to be feeling this for days. 

“Please,” Peter moans, moving one hand to wrap around his cock. “Oh god, please, I want it. Please! Please Tony, please come inside me, I want it so bad!”

Tony’s right hand tightens on his thigh, enough that the skin goes white and he’s sure it’s going to leave a mark. His hips stutter, and he fucks into Peter a few more times before burying himself balls deep and grinding there. 

It feels so fucking weird. It’s still cold, but it’s definetly real and wet inside of him. Peter’s eyes go lidded and he strokes himself quickly, enjoying the feeling of being stretched, of how deep Tony is, of being filled up.

Peter almost doesn’t notice at first, but Tony hasn’t stopped grinding into him and filling up for longer than a human would have. His eyes widen as it hits him, his hand stilling on his cock. “Oh, god, Tony?” 

Tony pulls half out and slaps his hips back in, grinding again. The hand on Peter’s stomach leaves to start stroking Peter instead. 

Peter’s stomach starts to distend, and his jaw drops as he realizes just how much Tony is filling him up. “Oh, fuck, Tony! Tony, it’s too much!” 

Tony speeds his hand up on Peter’s cock, and Peter whines loudly. He finishes to the strange feelings, hands gripping the sheets desperately and head thrown back. He comes so hard that it hits his chin, and Tony wrings every last drop out of him. 

Peter pants heavily once it’s over, groaning at the sight of his come painting Tony’s fist white. He can kind of see it now, see the outline. He already knew from the way they felt inside of him, but Tony’s fingers are thick. 

He’s still buried to the hilt inside of Peter, and Peter whines as his stomach continues to grow. He feels some being fucked out of him as Tony grinds, and he’s so overstimulated at this point. “Tony, ‘s too much!”

Tony finally finishes filling Peter up minutes later, when Peter’s stomach is pudged and he looks like he has a small baby bump. Oh, and isn’t that a new idea? He grinds into Peter once more, keeping him plugged up apparently. He really wishes that Tony could talk to him.

“I’m too full,” Peter complains, nudging at Tony’s torso with his knee. “Get out of me.”

Tony pets at Peter’s stomach, and maybe he’s just as turned on by the sight as Peter is. Peter’s spent sock twitches, but it’s way too soon for him to go again. 

“Tony,” Peter whines, clenching around him. “Out.”

Tony hesitates once more, but finally pulls out slowly. He leaves his head insides, teasing Peter’s rim with the widest part.

Peter moans at the feeling, before whimpering again. “Tony, please, it’s too much!”

Tony finally takes mercy on him, popping his head out but keeping Peter’s thighs spread open. 

Peter whimpers, face red with embarrassment, knowing that Tony is staring at his hole. He wonders what it looks like right now; wonders how much of Tony’s come is leaking out of him, how gaped open he is. 

He reaches around himself, ignoring Tony squeezing his thighs, and stuffs a few fingers into himself. Tony squeezes tighter, before finally letting him go. 

Peter pulls his fingers out, eyes lighting up when he realizes he can see Tony’s come on his fingers. Physical proof of what Tony did to him. 

He clenches around nothing, winces when he feels some more of Tony’s come slide out of him and onto the bed. “Fuck, Tony,” he whispers, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking curiously. It tastes about the same as normal, it’s just cold. A little gross. 

Peter pulls his fingers away and gasps when Tony’s hand cups his cheeks, and he thnks Tony is kissing him because his lips are cold. He tries to kiss back, closes his eyes so he doesn’t feel like he’s kissing air. It’s much easier when his eyes are closed for his mind to accept this. 

Tony finally pulls away, and Peter falls back on the bed with a final pant. “Fuck,” he whispers to the room. 

Peter looks when at the tapping noise against the board, snorting when he sees it. “Now you ask?” he snarks, rolling his eyes. 

CAN WE DO THAT AGAIN? Stays on his board, unerased, even the next time they do this.

[greekgeek24]

Here’s my second piece for @intotheomegaverse’s Halloween Prompts List. I chose Alpha of the Dead because Warm Bodies is one of my favorite movies. And then my dear friend @ravenclawwitch18 decided that I should do Starker.

[jaggedwolf]

pll rewatch 2x17

Emily (and even her phone) are dragged into being secretaries for her friends’ heterosexual dramas :/ 

Emily literally does not have her own plotline this episode, she just gets absorbed into the Spoby drama. Don’t get me wrong, there’s stuff I love here, like Emily’s comically bad “Spencer is unable to come to the phone right now”

But I am pretty meh on Emily not getting her own stuff to do, and the way the disparity between f/f and f/m relationships on the show feels starker in S2

It’s good/convenient that Caleb is a newcomer to Rosewood, so that when he hacks these videos of a bunch of weirdos hanging out in Ali’s room, it’s not like he has any prior beef or knowledge that would skew his efforts

The girls all think Holden is gay because he’s never tried to kiss Aria. Aria, the one true test for any boy’s heterosexuality apparently. 

Do enjoy Emily looking a little smug as she explains what a beard is, even though everyone clearly knows.

My notes: “I’m so bored of Ezria.” Indeed.

We get another glimpse of Halloween 2008 when the girls find the threatening notes A sent Ali, which is a nice connection that episode. Ali really was experiencing it all that night huh.

Toby gets injured via the wobbliest scaffolding sabotage. A really does not want Spoby to date, is extra invested in it, and I’m unclear why. 

I mean, A threatened Ezria with reveals before but A saved Ezria via framing Noel and A has never put Ezra’s life in danger.

I wonder if it’s because Toby seems like the SO most likely to be told about A, given that he was investigating Ali’s murder with Spencer back in S1.

Most likely until Spencer’s protective instincts are kicked into overdrive here.

Toby gets to wake up to Jenna giving him all the standard abuser lines blah blah you can’t trust anyone but me blah blah no one is going to care about you like I do blah blah 

Complete with creepy leg touch that makes Toby flinch

About Spencer, Jenna says “She’s haunted”. Not that Spencer is dangerous to Toby, but that Spencer is in danger, and by extension Toby’s in range to get hurt

Again, the girls really should tell Caleb, he’s already in danger if A can see someone is hacking into their phone. A’s not gonna be like wow, I bet Aria picked up Hacking For Dummies at the Rosewood Library and is the one exfiltrating my shit

Caleb confidently saying “I can protect you” to Hanna is very funny and very dude though, like bro you don’t even know what it is, and this angle of unearned confidence will only make Hanna more certain you won’t take the threat seriously

So Hanna destroys the thumbdrive in the blender. And later throws the blender in the trash can.

Hanna commits so much waste in this kitchen y’all. She’s thrown away a blender, just opened yogurt cups, uneaten takeout, my wallet winces at all of this. 

Jenna is so fucking weird to Emily. Why does Jenna always talk to Emily as if Emily ever wanted to fuck Toby. She’s gay, Jenna. Like here’s their dialogue.

Emily: How dare you come here.

Jenna: Emily? I’d ask you the same thing.

Emily: I’m Toby’s friend.

Jenna: Well, there was a time you wanted to be more than that. Good thing he didn't feel the same way, or things would be awfully confusing with Maya, wouldn't they?

Emily: You're lucky I don't take that stick—

Jenna: Mm, careful, Emily. Misplaced anger can be dangerous.

Is Jenna just sooo distracted by her own rapey ways that she thinks everyone wants to fuck Toby. Maybe so.

Still enjoy Emily being terrible to the blind girl, always the liar most pissed at her somehow.

Oh so now Ella knows about Toby, where was this back when she thought Ezra/Spencer was a thing. Wait, didn’t Toby even come yelling in the police station about how much he loves Spencer too, while the other parents were there? Did Ella just assume Spencer was two-timing? Damn Ella

Anyway the Montgomerys are super into the Holden solution for their daughter, because they remain the silliest parents of the lot.

Spencer is so guilt-wridden about Toby. She stares through the window at his injured body instead of entering the room to sit by him. I very much enjoy how much the show has her brood, Spencer at heart should be a noir detective brooding through rainy windows

Spencer: Jenna's right. I'm putting Toby in danger, and I've always known it.

Emily: We've always done everything we can.

Spencer: It's not enough. It'll never be enough. I need you to do me a favor.

Emily: Anything.

As kicked puppy as Toby is this episode, I obviously care more about the Spemily angle here, where Emily agrees immediately even though she knows how deranged Spencer can get and does ultimately go through with the plan.

And the genre gender inversion of sorts, where Spencer, Emily, and Jenna are the actors upon Toby, while he is the acted upon, the one that is protected or hurt or violated

I like Emily’s little vest in the hospital scenes

I...have nothing to say about Ezra getting inspired by this random-ass student that we’ll never see again, other than I hate him. Not just for Ezria, but also because he stops his car in the middle of the road while it is raining to make out with Aria, thus blocking traffic. Park your damn car.

Got distracted wondering if the Hastings move when your daughter is dating an authority figure you don’t like is to hire a PI to follow him specifically to snag a photo of them kissing so that you can get him super fired and blacklisted everywhere.

Fields move would be police police police, Marin move would be to go :/ :/ but not actually do anything about it

While Toby and Wren talk I wonder if the show ever passes the reverse Bechdel test. I hope not.

Caleb goes to Spencer and Emily to offer his hacking services. They really are the investigative ringleaders this season, and Caleb once more proves himself to be the most integrated SO

Spencer discloses to Caleb that Jenna is trying to frame them, Garrett is helping her, and that Ian’s confession likely isn’t the full story. 

Not a bad set of facts, but it does overstate their certainty on the Jenna question, which will lead Caleb to focus on her

[seanfalco]

welcome to hell | part one.

[ masterlist ]

When you win VIP passes to Scream Fest, a traveling horror carnival, you convince your fellow ASBO-mates to join you for a night of fun and harmless scares, but the horrors turn all too real when a masked serial killer begins to target you and your friends.   Luckily at least one of you is immortal.

Word Count: 2.6k  Tags/Warnings: slight nathan x reader, light sexual themes, violence, stalking, blood/gore, character death (mostly nathan lol), part of the Bad Kids’verse/reader has same power   

a/n: I’ve been dying (haha) to write this fic since last Halloween and I’m so excited to actually get to it this year!  Based on the film Hell Fest, I thought it would be the perfect environment to place our favourite Misfits (and you!) in.  A huge huge thank you to both @santacarlahorrorshow​ & @super-unpredictable98​ for being my sounding boards and helping me brainstorm this bad boy out.  You guys are the best.  <3

The chill of autumn clung to you despite your jacket, misting your breath as you made your usual early morning trek across the estate to the Community Centre.  Most of the trees you passed were shedding the last vestiges of autumn already, their colourful foliage scattered across the concrete beneath, at the mercy of the breeze while their empty gnarled branches twisted toward the sky, leaving the Brutalist landscape around you feeling starker than usual.

However, today, not even your approaching community service hours could put a damper on your mood.  

“You’re in a good mood today,” Nathan observed as you walked into the locker room to change, a noticeable spring to your step.

“Yeah, what’s up with you?” Curtis asked, shutting his locker door while Alisha turned from studying her reflection to watch you.

“You get laid last night or somethin’?” she asked, her glossy lips twitching mischievously as her eyes flicked to Nathan who stiffened slightly, peering at you warily from his own locker door, silently hoping that wasn’t the case.

“No, even better,” you exclaimed, your eyes lighting up as you pulled out the envelope you’d received that morning in the post to hold aloft.  “I won VIP passes to Scream Fest this weekend!”

“What’s that?” Nathan asked, thanking the lord he still had a chance with you. “You don’t know?” Alisha scoffed, throwing him an incredulous look while Kelly rolled her eyes.

“It’s only been advertised like everywhere since th’beginning of the month,” she added.  “Where’ve you been?”

“Well excuse me,” Nathan shot back, pointing across the room at her, “I haven’t exactly been payin’ attention to th’tellie lately, seein’ as I’ve been livin’ in the Community Centre!”

“There are posters for it plastered all over the estate, we’ve been scraping them off the Community Centre walls all week,” Simon pointed out, to which Nathan made a face at him.

“It’s like a traveling horror night.  There’s rides and games, and haunted mazes,” you explained, unable to keep the excitement from your voice.  “I’ve been dying to go since it was announced they were comin’ to Wertham this year, but the tickets sold out like th’moment they went on sale.”

“You said you won the tickets?” Simon asked, running a hand over his hair to make sure it was straight before shutting his locker door.

“Yeah, I entered this drawing and I won th’grand prize!” you answered, letting your gaze sweep the room.  “You guys wanna go with me?”

Curtis looked to Alisha who gave a shrug.  “Yeah alright.”

“Sounds like fun,” Kelly replied while Simon’s face lit up at the idea of being included.

“And you?” you asked Nathan, cocking an eyebrow at him.  “Or are yeh too pussy t’come?” you teased.

Nathan made a face as he let out a huff of air as if he couldn’t believe you’d said that.  “I’m no pussy!” he exclaimed, sauntering across the locker room to throw his arm around your shoulder.  “Course I’ll be there, you’ll need someone t’hold your hand when y’get scared, after all.”

Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t help but grin.

“Great, that’s settled.”

——

“I heard that a year ago a girl was murdered at one of these haunted attractions and they didn’t find the body for several days.  Everyone thought it was just one of the props,” Simon said as the six of you waited in line to get into the park.

“Oh my God, why would you tell us that now as we’re about t’go in?” Alisha exclaimed, throwing Simon an incredulous look and drawing her arms around herself.

“That’s bullshit, it’s probably just an urban legend,” Kelly dismissed, but Simon shook his head.

“No, it’s true!” he insisted.

“Stop freaking everyone out, man,” Curtis exclaimed, putting an arm around Alisha’s waist.

“Who’s freaked out?  I’m not freaked out!” Nathan insisted, slinging his own arm around your shoulders protectively, though the way his voice went up in pitch made you wonder otherwise.

“Well, if there were a killer on the loose, it’s not like you can die,” Simon argued and Nathan made a face at him.

“Yeah sure I’m immortal,” Nathan agreed with a scoff, “but it ain’t like dyin’s a cakewalk or anything’!  I ain’t lookin’ t’be killed just for a laugh.”

“Guys, c’mon,” you groaned, afraid your friends were about to bail on you.  “What are th’odds of that even happening?”

The others looked at each other and shrugged.  “You have a point,” Kelly agreed.

As you got closer to the entrance, you passed out everyone’s tickets and VIP wristbands.

“Oooh VIP, fancy,” Nathan giggled, looking down at the neon pink band you placed around his wrist.  “What’s this for?”

“This’ll let us skip the lines for the rides and mazes,” you explained, putting yours on last.  “Plus, there’s a whole section of the park that you can only get into if you have these.”

“What’s so special about that section?” Curtis asked and a wicked grin crossed your face.  “The scariest maze is in there and the actors are allowed t’touch you,” you answered, wriggling your fingers for dramatic effect.

“They can touch us?” Alisha cried.  “Eh, no way am I goin’ in there!” she exclaimed, obviously worried about the actors accidentally activating her power.

“Oh, don’t be such a pussy!” Nathan laughed, letting out a playful shriek and backing up when Curtis turned to him angrily.

“You know what happens when people touch her!” he spat, shoving his finger under Nathan’s nose and you hurriedly stepped in to calm your friends down.

“When we get there, you can give her your jacket to wear,” you suggested.  “As long as her arms are covered there’s nothin’ t’worry about.  Right?” you asked, turning to Alisha who reluctantly nodded.

“Yeah alright,” she agreed.  “Let’s get this over with.”

“That’s th’spirit!” Nathan joked, steering you toward the main gate.

Once you made it through the line to the entrance, your tickets scanned, you stopped in the midst of the park’s main thoroughfare, gaping at the sights around you.  Performers dressed in different horrifying costumes and masks roamed the area just waiting to startle park goers, creeping through the colourful smoke that blanketed the ground and swirled around your ankles, obscuring everything like a fog.

“So, where d’you wanna go first?” you asked, opening the map of the park so the others could see.  “There’s a pretty tame haunted maze right ahead,” you mused, checking the ‘thrill meter’ next to the attraction’s name.  “Shall we start there and work our way up?” 

“Yeah alright.”  “Sounds good t’me,” several of your friends agreed.

“If y’get scared, you can hold onto my arm,” Nathan offered, wearing a shit eating grin as he leaned in closer, puffing his chest out.  “I’ll protect yeh.”

Just then, an actor in a clown costume came up behind you, lunging at you with a bloodcurdling shriek as he passed and Nathan let out a high pitched scream in response, hastily stepping behind you to put you between him and the clown.

After your initial spike of adrenaline passed, you couldn’t help but laugh, turning to give Nathan a playful shove.  “Oh sure, you’ll protect me, huh?”

Barely keeping an amused grin from his face, Nathan shrugged, throwing his hands up.  “I was startled, it was a reflex!”

Rolling your eyes fondly, you jumped again as almost immediately another costumed performer jumped out of the bushes on your other side to scare Alisha and Simon.  Kelly merely glared at the guy in the Scream mask, crossing her arms over her chest and raising an unamused eyebrow.  The actor pantomimed shrugging exaggeratedly before hurrying away to scare another group nearby.

Noticing she’d grabbed onto Simon’s jacket instinctively, Alisha scowled and quickly moved closer to Curtis who shook his head in amusement.  “Y’know, th’more you scream, th’more they’re gunna mess with you, right?” he pointed out.

“Yeah, I know!” Alisha snapped back, annoyance lacing her tone.

“It’s fun bein’ scared,” you laughed, your voice carrying, “as long as its all make believe, anyway.”

Little did you know that not far behind you, your words had caught the attention of a passing stranger in a mask, his head down and hands shoved into the pouch of his dark nondescript hoodie.  Raising his head in your direction, he stopped, watching you for a moment before changing his course.

“Alright, we ready t’do this?” you asked, glancing at your friends as you stood in front of the entrance to the first maze, the building looming imposingly out of the darkness.

“I guess,” Alisha whined, bouncing on the balls of her feet, practically radiating nervous energy.

“Oh c’mon,” Kelly exclaimed, rolling her eyes.

“Maybe we should let Kelly do th’honours,” Nathan suggested, gesturing for her to go first.  “Th’first poor sod t’jump us’ll think twice next time after gettin’ a fist to th’face,” he laughed.

“You sayin’ something?” Kelly demanded, rounding on him, raising her hand to smack him.

“Just that you’re th’type t’punch first and ask questions later,” he yelped, dodging her attack.

“Alright, come on then, y’pussies,” Kelly exclaimed, marching forward and you followed eagerly.

Inside, the foyer looked like the entrance to some demonic version of a Catholic school.  Black lights illuminated splotches of neon paint splattered across the walls and floor.  Behind the front desk sat, at what first glance, looked like an animatronic nun until Curtis and Alisha posed for a photo in front of her and she snapped a ruler against the desk, startling them.  

Alisha let out an annoyed huff as Curtis laughed at her and she marched past him, her arms folded tightly over her chest.  “Alright already, let’s get this over with!” she cried, gesturing for you all to follow her.

Passing through the next corridor, you noticed several doors lining the walls and prepared yourself for another jump scare.  When a door to your right flew open and a costumed actor jumped out, you laughed as several of your friends let out shrill screams of surprise, Nathan included.

“Scared?” you asked, glancing over your shoulder at him as he once more stepped behind you.

“No!” he snapped back, pushing you forward.  “I have nerves of steel, baby,” he boasted, putting on a brave face and puffing his chest out.

“Uh huh, then how come you’re cowerin’ behind y/n, huh?” Kelly taunted, and Nathan’s mouth fell open.

“I ain’t cowerin’!” he shot back.  “I’m just… protectin’ her backside,” he insisted.

“I doubt many of the scares are going to come from the way we’ve already been,” Simon pointed out, a tiny smug grin twisting his lips.  “Just admit you’re scared, Nathan.”

“I am not!”

“Psst,” you hissed, tugging at Nathan’s sleeve.  “If you pay attention, I think the next actor’s gunna come out on the left,” you whispered, giving him a head’s up.

Nathan nodded, bracing himself as the group continued moving forward.  This time when the next scare arrived, it came from a door on the left, just like you’d guessed, and Nathan barely flinched, though his hand sought yours by your side.

Stepping into the next room, you looked around, waiting for the next scare, but nothing came.  It appeared to be a classroom of some sort, filled with desks, most of which were toppled over and stacked in piles.

“Well, that was anticlimactic,” Nathan laughed, letting himself relax when he found the room empty save for the six of you.

“Maybe that’s what they want you to think,” Simon muttered, his eyes wide as he scanned the corners for any hidden threats while a rather unsettling soundtrack of ambient sounds played in the background, heightening the suspense.

Without warning, a girl suddenly stumbled into the room from the opposite direction, sobbing and clearly distraught.

“I guess there’s your scare,” Curtis said, letting out the breath he’d been holding.

“He’s right behind me!  Please, you have t’hide!” the girl exclaimed, not waiting for any of you to move as she scrambled under the blackboard to hide behind a set of curtains.  Moments later, a man in a twisted mask stepped into the room from the same direction, the hood of his dark sweatshirt pulled up, obscuring every bit of his appearance.  His head swiveled from side to side, searching for his prey, until he noticed the six of you and he stopped, staring as if intrigued.

“Oooo scary!” Nathan taunted, barking a laugh, and the masked stranger moved closer, sizing you up, his head tilted slightly. 

“That’s one ugly mask, mate.  I’m sorry t’hafta tell yeh—” Nathan’s words had the man’s gaze swiveling to him and he stepped forward, standing nearly chest to chest with Nathan, looming over him intimidatingly.

“Your girl’s under there,” Alisha exclaimed, pointing to where the frightened actress was “hiding” in an attempt to get the guy’s attention back to his intended prey and away from you.

The masked man tilted his head the other way, his gaze lingering on Alisha before he strode across the room to where she’d pointed.  Kneeling, he pulled back the curtain and reached in, grabbing the girl by the hair and hauling her out as she kicked and struggled in his grip, sobbing dramatically while tears rolled down her cheeks. 

Pulling a knife from his hoodie pouch, the masked man raised it slowly, looking to you as he held it in the air above the girl who continued to struggle feebly.  

“Please, please help me!” she cried desperately until he covered her mouth, her heels sliding and kicking uselessly against the tiled floor.  The actor, however, seemed not to pay her much mind, his shadowed gaze trained on you and an uneasy shiver slid down your spine.

“Just do it, already,” you scoffed, more than a little creeped out by the actor’s intensity; you just wanted him to get it over with so you could get out of there.

At your words, the masked man brought his knife down into the girl’s stomach, his eyes never wavering from your face, and for a moment when he pulled his blade free to plunge it down again, the actress going limp, your mouth went dry and a spike of alarm pierced you.

Even if it wasn’t real, even if the blood that stained her shirt was merely coloured corn syrup, something about the scene unsettled you.

“y/n, let’s get out of here!” Alisha called from the other side of the room, and you turned, finally noticing they’d moved away and you turned once more to the masked stranger, who was getting back to his feet before you.

It couldn’t have possibly been real, could it?

“y/n, c’mon,” Nathan insisted, grabbing your wrist to pull you away when you didn’t move.

As you stumbled after Nathan, searching for the maze’s exit, everything sounded muffled beneath the rush of blood in your ears.  Finally bursting outside, you gasped, doubling over to rest your hands on your legs and catch your breath.

“Holy shit, talk about dedication!” Curtis laughed.

“No kiddin’, that was intense,” Kelly agreed as your friends shook out their nerves beneath a small tree.

Nearby, another masked actor screamed, catching a girl and stabbing her while she shrieked, her alarm turning to laughter when the actor revealed the knife to be fake and you felt relief wash over you.  

“It had seemed so real,” you breathed, straightening; the masked man’s intense stare still haunting you.

“That’s what y’wanted, isn’t it?  T’be scared?” Nathan asked, grinning cheekily and you gave him a playful shove, the rest of your tension melting away.

“C’mon, let’s go get a drink and play some games,” he suggested, slinging his arm around you.

“Sounds good.  You gunna win me a stuffed animal?”

“Definitely!”

As Nathan led you away, his laughter ringing in your ears, you felt eyes on your back and you couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder.  Outside the maze’s exit, the masked man stood, watching you walk away.  When he noticed you staring, he slowly lifted a finger to the front of his mask where his lips would be and the vague sense of unease you’d just managed to shake off began to creep back in.

taglist: @super-unpredictable98 @salvador-daley @firstpersonnarrator​

[starker-sorbet]

Tony and Peter hosting a Halloween party for their fellow Avengers

[starkersblog]

Little Peter and his daddy go trick or treating 🎃🧸🖤

Peter: daddy you gotta wear the suit for Halloween!!

Tony: only if you wear your little spidey suit, sound like a deal?

Peter: deal!

[babybatscreationsv2]

Ghostface ch1

Marvel | Starker

The only thing Peter likes about Halloween is the candy, but when his bully, Tony, starts to tease him he's ready to prove his courage. Even if that means tolerating it as Tony follows him around in a scary mask. It's not like he could really hurt him, right?

Rating: Explicit

Another amazing prompt by H <3

Warnings and tags below

Warnings/tags: underage(but they're both teens), highschool au, Halloween, fear kink, crying, stalking, ghostface mask, romnoncon, knife play, teasing/bullying, humiliation

"What did you get?" Peter asked as they walked back down the steps to the sidewalk. He dug through his pumpkin shaped basket with one hand. It was only half full thanks to the number of neighbors who were shooing teenagers away this year.

"Milkyway, what did you get?" Ned answered, just as absorbed in his candy bucket.

"Kit-Kat. You wanna swap?"

"For a Kit-Kat?" Ned scoffed. "Parker, you're out of your mind."

Peter looked up from his bucket. His disappointed sigh caught in his throat as he laid eyes on a black figure standing at the corner. A long white face turned towards him and he stumbled. His body wanted to freeze, but he knew better than to show fear on Halloween.

"Pete?" Ned looked up, then at his friend. "Come on, let's cross here." He led the way, cutting between the cars slowly rolling along, carrying the little kids who can't walk as far.

On the other side of the street, Peter took a breath. "I don't get why anyone likes scary stuff."

Ned shrugged. "Some of it's cool."

"They could at least wait until the little kids go home. They're gonna make somebody cry." Ned glanced at him and Peter rolled his eyes. "I'm not that scared."

"Just let me know when you're ready to go home. I don't mind leaving early."

"I'm fine, Ned. Seriously."

They carried on up the street, stopping at a few houses. Eventually the street grew dark as people turned out their porch lights signaling a lack of candy. The crowd thinned along with it as people went home or tried other neighborhoods.

"Should we head out?" Ned asked.

"My basket's not even full," Peter complained. The sound of a shuffling step behind him made his hair stand on end. He looked back and there was the guy in the white mask. Peter swallowed and quickly faced forward. It was just a mask. Nothing to be afraid of.

"Let's cut over a few streets and see if we can find something," Peter suggested. Ned followed his lead. They turned to the left and carried on. Lights in the distance gave them hope as they marched along. It was only when Peter let his guard down that something jumped out from the shadows between houses.

Peter screamed. He held onto his basket but the jolt sent some of the candy flying out. Ned reached a hand out for him, but Peter stood frozen as the man in the mask looked at him. Then the asshole broke out in laughter, doubling over.

He took the mask off and looked at him, grinning.

"Tony, what the fuck!" Ned protested. "That's not cool, man."

Tony only had eyes for Peter and his beet red face. "You should have seen yourself, Peter. You're not afraid of this thing are you?" He held up the mask.

"You jumped out at me, asshole."

"So you're not scared then?" He smirked.

"No! I'm not a baby." Peter glared back at him.

Tony's grin was cruel. "Well then, let's fill up your little basket. I know a spot." He turned away, not giving him the chance to argue, though Ned tried anyway.

"Uh, we were actually about to pack it in for the night," Ned said.

"Just come on." Peter nudged him as they followed behind. Tony turned and winked at him before slipping the mask back on.

They passed a couple of streets, headed to where the houses were bigger and the decorations more ornate. Peter watched with dread as the house that haunted his nightmares came into view.

He'd seen it from the back of May's car several times. It always made him shudder. Fog machines cloaked the yard, but the shine of green lights cut through to light a path up to the door. The property was fenced in, hiding most of the decorations, but Peter could see things moving just over the top of it. A couple of kids still lingered in the area and he could hear screaming coming from the other side of the fence.

"They've got full sized bars if you can make it to the porch. That's if you can," Tony teased.

"Of course I can," Peter said, but it didn't sound convincing.

"All by yourself?" Tony tipped his head at Ned.

"Come on, man," Ned huffed. "This is fucked up."

Tony shrugged. "It's just some stupid plastic decorations. It's not like he's gonna get hurt."

"Yeah..." Peter said.

"Perfect. I'll meet you there." Tony took off through the gate without another word.

"Peter don't." Ned grabbed his arm before he could follow. "Let's just go home."

"No way. I can do this. Besides, Tony bullies me enough at school. I'm not giving him another excuse."

"I hate to be that guy, but when he hears you scream, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, like a little bitch, he's gonna have an excuse."

"Oh screw you." Peter pushed past him and passed through the gate.

Inside were some hanging plastic skeletons. Their legs swayed in the breeze. Speakers played a soundtrack of rattling chains, creaking floors, and an occasional distance scream. It made even the stupid little skeletons seem a lot scarier than they should.

He passed the skeletons and rounded the corner. At the end of this row was a grim reaper with glowing red eyes and a wide grin. He stopped and stared for a moment, finding his courage, but he screamed jumping out of his skin as something grabbed him from behind. He whirled around, backing toward the grim reaper, to see Tony in his stupid mask.

"Stop doing that!"

Tony didn't say anything. He just cocked his head to the side and stood there, staring.

"Are you coming or what?" Peter asked. Tony still didn't answer. Behind him, the grim reaper began to laugh. He turned back around, startled, but when he looked back for Tony he was gone.

Peter rolled his eyes and carried on, though he walked as far from the grim reaper as he could. He could feel Tony watching him somewhere outside the maze. The panicked urge to find him distracted him from the decorations until he finally made it to the porch. He expected Tony to come out and taunt him for being a baby about a stupid Halloween maze, but he just let him get his candy bar from a lady dressed like a witch before heading back into the maze.

Peter took a deep breath. At least going back couldn't be as scary. Or that's what he thought until he was grabbed again. This time a hand grabbed his neck and something touched his stomach. He looked down and felt his body go cold at the sight of a large kitchen knife against his body.

"Tony?" he whimpered. This was too far. It didn't feel like a game anymore.

The hand around his neck squeezed while the knife against his stomach slid slowly down to his waist, over the band of his pants, and down his thigh. Through the thin fabric of his costume, he could feel the edge of the blade as if the material weren't even there.

"Please," he whimpered. Tony grunted, pulling him backward against his chest. Out of the corner of his eye could see that awful mask looming.

"Scared, Petey? Afraid I might hurt you?" He dug the tip of the knife into the seam of his costume. There was the tiniest bit of pain, but he was so scared he wanted to scream.

"Please don't hurt me, please."

"Tell me. Admit it."

"Yes- I'm scared! Tony please, I'm scared! Let me go!"

The confession only made him tremble harder and the tears fell from his eyes. Tony let go of his neck and ripped the mask off his face, but he grabbed him again before he could even think to move. Peter shuddered as his tongue touched the skin of his shoulder and ran all the way up to his chin. He ran the knife back up, the tip running over his crotch, finding his tummy and slipping under his shirt.

"Please don't hurt me!" He pleaded. The knife dug in just a hair. "Please- please stop!"

Tony laughed darkly in his ear. "It's only Halloween, Peter. Don't be so dramatic." He took the knife away and let go of his throat. Then he shoved him forward into the grass.

Peter half crawled, half ran, until he was back on his feet. He ran back through the maze, all of those glowing eyes adding to his nausea until he was back out on the street.

[hipvehop]

2023'ün En Sevdiğim 177 Hip Hop Albümü

Geleneksel yıllık liste. İlk 14 albümden sonra sıralamaya pek takılmaya gerek yok. Tamamen kendi sevdiğim albümler, listenin bir iddiası yok. Ne biliyim albüm keşfetmek isteyen olur, ya da geçen sene gözden kaçırdıklarına bakmak isteyen olur vs. onlar için liste işte. Yalnızca İngilizce hip hop albümleri. EP’lere yer vermedim. Ha bir de tam puan verdiğim albüm olmadı bu sene ne yazık ki. AYO:

1 - Tha God Fahim & NicoJP - Chess Moves 2 - WiFiGawd & Soudiere - 36 Chambers of Pressure, Vol. 2 3 - Death at the Derby - Capitano 4 - enkay & New Villain - From the Villain With Love II 5 - Nonazz & LUNAR - Tread Lightly 6 - Flee Lord & Crisis - 2-3 Zone 7 - NODUO - Noduo 8 - J. Arrr - Hoop Dreams 3 9 - Departure - Composition 10 - Apollo Brown & Planet Asia - Sardines 11 - Minus & Jay Influential - Surprise! 12 - Upfront & Badhabitz - Headrush 13 - Waterr & Spanish Ran - The Policy Kings 14 - E Murda & Shots Almigh - Loyalty Makes You Related

15 - Estee Nack x V Don - BRAP! 16 - MIKE, Wiki & The Alchemist - Faith is a Rock 17 - Mach-Hommy & Tha God Fahim - Notorious Dump Legends Volume 2 18 - slowthai - UGLY 19 - Nas - Magic 3 20 - Aesop Rock - Integrated Tech Solutions 21 - El Michels Affair & Black Thought - Glorious Game 22 - Conway the Machine & Jae Skeese - Pain Provided Profit 23 - Nas - Magic 2 24 - Chris Crack - Battery Operated Simps 25 - Tesla’s Ghost & Purpose - B.L.O.O.D (Blood Lines of Original Dynasties) 26 - Jay Royale - Criminal Discourse 27 - Larry June & The Alchemist - The Great Escape 28 - Koralle - Insomnia 29 - Postman L - Treasure Chest Pieces 30 - All Hail Y.T. x Observe since ‘98 - ILL Gotten Gains 31 - Tha God Fahim x Oh No the Disrupt - Berserko 32 - Paul Wall & Termanology - Start Finish Repeat 33 - Matt Mars & Bloodblixing - Blxxd Moon 3: Gangsta Edition 34 - Starker x Theravada - Spiridon 35 - Mickey Diamond & Mallori Knox - Nobody Bleeds Like Flair 36 - Vic Spencer & August Fanon - Psychological Cheat Sheet 4 37 - Vega7 the Ronin & Superior - Sleep Is the Cousin 38 - Jehst - Mork Calling Orson 39 - Zotiyac - Pretense 40 - Theravada & zoomo - Waste Management 41 - Times Change - DifferenTimes 42 - Tha God Fahim x Mike Shabb - Dump Gawd Rhyme Pays 43 - Rahiem Supreme x Wino Willy - Snake & Crane Secret 44 - Deniro and RoadsArt - Robbie Deniro 6 45 - Shaykh Hanif & MichaelAngelo - Wilderness of North America 46 - Matt Mars & Deadbent Inc. - Dream Rotation 47 - Substantial - Adultish 48 - Alaska & Steel Tipped Dove - The Structural Dynamics of Flow 49 - Tha God Fahim - Dump Gawd Reloaded 50 - Lloyd Banks - Halloween Havoc IV: The 72nd Hr 51 - MIKE - Burning Desire 52 - Obnoxious - Sic Audio 53 - Tha God Fahim - Tha Supreme Hoarder of All Pristine Wealth 54 - Rasheed Chappell & The Arcitype - Sugar Bills 55 - 38 Spesh - Gunsmoke 56 - Papo2oo4 - PAP on P.E.D’s 57 - Funky DL - I am Reuben 58 - Willie the Kid x V Don - Blue Notes 2 59 - Mooch - Green Light 60 - Shabaam Sahdeeq & John Jigg$ - Don’t Feed the Bears 61 - OT the Real & araabMUZIK - ZOMBIE 62 - Realio Sparkzwell & Tone Spliff - Gunz From Italy 63 - Jamal Gasol & VHS - Tales From the Trenches 64 - Lloyd Banks - The Course of the Inevitable 3: Pieces of My Pain 65 - Fliptrix - Mantra No. 9 66 - Estee Nack & Friends - #Mini Mansion Dust Vol. 6 67 - Monday Night & 3waySlim - Good Company 68 - DNTE - Custom Made Killa 69 - A.P. da Overlord - Blockstar Ranger (In the Name of Fire) 70 - Tony Shhnow - Love Streak 71 - Belly - Mumble Rap 2 72 - Joe Sig & Im'peretiv - Rome Was Built In A Day 73 - Snotty - Mi vida loca 74 - HWY 308 & Finn - Ducking Indictments (Deluxe)

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[gopaintballadventurepark]

SAMSTAG 28.10.2023

Hallo liebe Geister, Zombies, Hexen und Halloween-Fans,wir freuen uns, dass ihr an unserem diesjährigen Halloween Fight Night Party teilgenommen habt! Vorab ein großes Dankeschön an all die, die sich angemeldet haben, um mit uns das Ende der Sommer-Saison 2023 zu feiern. Es war großartig, wie sich der Park mit gut gelaunten Gästen gefüllt hat, und die Vorfreude war spürbar. 500 Gäste wollten mit uns in die Nacht feiern. Die Vorbereitungen waren perfekt: Die Lichtanlage war bereit, die Spielfelder wurden optimal präpariert und umgegraben und das Regenwasser der letzten Tage abfließen zu lassen und der Park sah einfach fantastisch aus – die Halloween-Dekoration war einfach unglaublich! Auch das Wetter spielte größtenteils den Tag über noch mit und DJ Ratte hat den Abend mit großartigen Beats unvergesslich gemacht. Die Spiele begannen vielversprechend, bis uns leider ein starker Regenschauer überraschte. Obwohl einige Spielfelder dadurch ausfielen, hat das den Enthusiasmus unseres harten Kerns nicht gebremst. Wir sind Paintballer und lassen uns von ein paar Tropfen nicht die Stimmung verderben. Ein Kabel wurde von einem Tier zerbissen und sorgte immer wieder für einen Kurzschluss auf der Western-Stadt Cayenne. Auch der Jungle Trail hatte aufgrund der extremen Nässe Probleme mit der Beleuchtung. Wir möchten uns bei jedem einzelnen Teilnehmer für eure Geduld und euer Verständnis bedanken. Ihr wart großartig! Das Event wird definitiv nachgeholt, und wir versprechen, es wird noch besser und aufregender. Wir nehmen die Herausforderungen an und arbeiten daran, dass die nächste FIGHT NIGHT noch beeindruckender wird. Nochmals vielen Dank für eure Teilnahme, und wir freuen uns darauf, euch bei der nächsten FIGHT NIGHT erneut zu sehen! Habt alle eine sichere Heimreise! Lesen Sie den ganzen Artikel

[prettyboypeterparker]

Peter isn’t exactly sure where Tony got this outfit. Well he has an idea but part of Peter hopes that this isn’t from a sex shop but he knows it most definitely is. Peter picks up the fishnet stockings and fingers at the holes, he’s never worn stockings before. He’s actually never worn women’s clothing, if you don’t count the times he dressed in his Aunts dresses when he was a kid, he’s not against female clothes because he’s seen some of the stuff girls his age wear, mainly MJ, and all her stuff seems comfortable and he wouldn’t mind wearing tights but it’s been drilled in him to look masculine. It’s not his Aunts fault, she never cared what he wore but all the men in his life did and that influenced him a lot.

Peter shakes out of his thoughts and picks up the red velvet dress, it’s small and looks tight. Peter tugs at the voluminous black tulle underneath and notes that it’s not scratchy like most Halloween costumes are, there’s a corset attached at the torso and Peter is going to need help with that but it’s actually really pretty and there’s a bow where the dresses neckline dips. There’s a long silk cape to go with it and an expensive pair of Mary Janes laying in a soft pastel pink box with pink crepe paper, the heels on them look doable and Peter’s confident he’ll be able to walk in them. In a nondescript bag is a palette of make up that consists of blacks and reds to match the dress and in sitting at the bottom is a pair of silk black gloves. All he needs is a basket and he should be set.

Peter decides he’s going to need help and sends and S.O.S message to MJ, she’s over within twenty minutes not even questioning why he needs her.

“Red Riding Hood huh? Is he gonna be the Big Bad Wolf?” MJ asks as she helps Peter strip.

“I guess? He didn’t really say, just told me to watch out for a delivery and to enjoy the gift when I got it.” Peter drops his jeans and shirt onto the carpet and stands almost naked in front of MJ.

“Does he expect you to wear this as well?” Peter is confused for a moment when MJ turns around and holds out an oxidised blood red lace bodysuit.

It’s all lace at the top and a sheer panel around the bottom half and Peter blushes hard as MJ waggles it in front of him.

“I didn’t know he sent that. That’s so embarrassing.” Peter snatches the lingerie up and tries to shove it into the small bag he missed.

“I think it’s hot. You should totally wear it. I’m sure Tony would enjoy it a lot.” MJ winks.

“Whose side are you on!” Peter yells exasperated.

“Yours Pete, I’m just thinking about your sex life.” Peter frowns.

“Don’t ever think about my sex life. Please.”

“Anyways go get into that bodysuit and slip into the dress. I’ll help you from there.” Peter sighs but takes the lingerie and dress into his bathroom.

He drops his boxers and even though it takes him a hot minute to figure out how to get into the bodysuit (thank god for the snap shut crotch piece) he manages to get it on. The dress is easier all Peter has to do is slip it on over his head and pull it down and slot his arms into the puffy sleeves.

“You done?” MJ calls out.

“Yeah, I’m done.” Peter leaves the bathroom and walks back to MJ, she’s sitting on the bed playing with the make up palette.

“Holy shit, you look... wow.” MJ stands and smiles, her hands coming to rest on her hips.

“Thanks. I feel funny.” Peter reaches down and pulls the bottom of the dress until it sits mid thigh.

“Stop fussing, now get the stockings on.” Peter sits down and MJ helps him with the fishnets.

Afterwards Peter asks MJ to tighten the corset and he’s going to kill Tony when he sees him next. MJ instructs him to hold onto the post of the bed and to take a deep breath, she yanks on the ribbon of the corset and it crushes Peter’s ribs.

“Is it suppose to hurt like this?” Peter asks through gritted teeth.

“Yup, pain is beauty Parker.” MJ keeps tightening until she deems it done and ties the ribbon off into a neat bow.

It takes Peter nearly five minutes to get use to the feeling of not feeling his ribs.

“Make up next.” MJ says cheerfully.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying this Jones.” Peter follows MJ into the bathroom and sits on the plush fluffy chair that usually resides under the marble counter top.

MJ does his makeup and they chat about school and how she’s going steady with a girl named Gwen. Peter wasn’t really shocked to find out that MJ was bisexual, she gave off the vibe when they were dating so he wasn’t exactly stunned when she told him. He’s happy for her all the same though.

“Alright makeup done, now it’s just your cape, gloves and shoes. Oh and hair, we can’t forget the hair.” Peter nods and lets MJ tousle his hair, going for artfully messy.

They head back into the bedroom and Peter slides into his heels while MJ ties his cape around his neck, the last piece is the gloves and they roll up to his inner elbow where they rest comfortably.

“All done Peter, you look amazing. I’m sure Tony’s going to enjoy this.” Peter looks at himself in the mirror and can’t help but admire himself.

For all the times MJ has told him she sucks at makeup she’s done a damn good job on his face, the bright red lipstick is perfect and the smoky eye really deepens his brown irises nicely. He’s got a rosy blush over his cheeks and nose and a hint of shine at the tip.

“It looks amazing MJ.” Peter turns around and hugs his best friend.

“No problem, just have fun tonight that’s all I ask.” Peter smiles and walks over to his phone that’s charging on his side table.

He texts Happy that he’s ready to leave. Peter unhooks his phone and places it in one of the many ties on the dress, tucking it in safely before walking with MJ to the elevator then down to the lobby. Happy is already waiting for them and greets Peter with a smile and offers to drive MJ home.

“That would be great thanks.” MJ says politely as Happy opens the car door for them.

The drive to the venue doesn’t take long but Peter suddenly grows nervous.

“This was a bad idea. I can’t do this.” Peter stresses.

“Dude chill, you’re okay, nothing is gonna happen beside maybe a little making out.” MJ reassures him with a soft smile.

“Are you sure?” MJ laughs.

“It’ll be fine, go break a leg or whatever.” Peter nods and takes a deep breath.

“Make sure she gets home safe Happy.” Peter tells the bodyguard/friend.

“Will do Mr Parker.” Peter smiles at the man and gets out of the car.

“Oh you forgot one thing Peter.” Happy calls out before he walks away.

Happy sticks an arm out the window and dangling from his hand is a wicker picnic basket.

“Thanks Happy.” Peter takes the basket and slides it down his arm to sit in the crook of his elbow.

Peter waves at the car before walking towards the doors, a bouncer is standing there with a clipboard and stops Peter before he can go in.

“Name?” He asks in a thick Scottish accent.

“Peter Parker. I’m Tony Starks Guest.” Peter says meekly.

“Ah right, go right on in. Sorry to keep you waiting.” The man says as he opens the door.

Peter walks past him and smiles, the inside of the venue is bubbling with life. Music plays heavily and it seems to be a bass boosted version of Monster Mash, Peter pushes through the sea of bodies in search of Tony. He finds said man standing on the bar dancing with Pepper, Tony’s dressed in tatty jeans with no shirt he’s got a pair of wolf ears perched on his head and there’s a belt around his waist that has a pretty good looking tail hanging off the back.

Peter can’t help but laugh as Tony starts doing the twist, he manages to get Pepper to join in before Peter decided to let himself be known.

“What great big eyes you have, Daddy!” Peter shouts up at the older man, it grabs his attention and he looks down.

His smile grows when he sees Peter and helps him up onto the bar.

“All the better to see you with, baby.” He replies, grin turning wolffish.

Peter leans forward and kisses Tony, makeup be damned.

“You look so fucking stunning kid.” Tony says into his ear, tongue licking the shell as he draws back.

“Not too bad yourself Mr Wolf.” Tony laughs then grabs Peter’s hands and shimmies with him and they dance on the bar top until the next song comes on.

Thriller blasts through the speakers and Tony mouths along with the words as him and Peter dance. It’s amazing and Peter feels light and carefree, his chest pulses with the beat of the song and seeing Tony look so laid back and relaxed was also amazing.

“Come with me to get a drink.” Peter steps down from the bar with Tony and they walk through the dancing bodies.

They arrive at an ice chest that’s filled with fizzy drinks and water.

“You want some pop sweetheart?” Peter nods and Tony hands him a can of grape soda.

He cracks the tab open and gulps down the syrupy drink, Tony chugs at his water bottle then throws it in the trash where Peter drops his can.

“I want some fresh air.” Peter agrees with Tony and they walk outside where it’s a lot quieter.

It’s not even a second before Tony’s pushing Peter up against the wall, mouth coming to his neck and licking at the salty skin there.

“Eager much?” Peter jokes as Tony laves at his throat.

“You look so good.” Tony flashes teeth and now that there’s no strobing lights Peter can see fake little fangs hanging from Tony’s incisors.

“Oh Daddy, what big teeth you have.” Peter says mousy like.

“All the better to eat you with, baby.” Tony runs his tongue along his teeth before leaning in and biting hard into Peter’s neck.

It shouldn’t be hot like it is but Peter’s knees are buckling and his heart is skipping.

“I think we should take this somewhere more private.” Tony murmurs against his skin.

“But you’re the host, you can’t leave your own party.” Peter mentions, mind turning to mush as Tony rubs his fingers over his thighs.

“I can and I am. Are you coming little Red?” Peter bites his lip but nods his head.

“Yes Daddy.”