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starker reclist - AUs

Hey guys! Welcome to the second part of my personal Starker reclist, dedicated to AUs. Last week I posted my canon-based recs, you can find them here.

I tried to incorporate as many tropes as I could, hoping everyone will find something special within their interests. There are a few a/b/o and underage fics, all properly tagged in case anyone wishes to avoid them. I also tried to highlight soulmate AUs because I reckon it’s a somewhat popular trope. Enjoy! ❤️

Last updated: April 25th, 2020. All new fics added will be marked with ***

• 007 AU by @darker-soft-starker (T, 4k, completed)

Summary: Undercover and bored at an art auction, Tony finds entertainment in Peter Parker.

Review: Look, I’m a simple woman. Daniel Craig has owned my ass ever since Casino Royale and I was reading 00Q and Hartwin before I even shipped Starker. Point is, I like spy movies, ok?! So naturally I couldn’t leave this fic out of my reclist. I you need further incentive, consider this quote: “What, a little late night espionage not romantic enough for you?” Peter retorts, whipping a pistol out from his jacket and aiming it at Tony’s chest.

• 3 Times I Told You I Loved You & 1 Time You Said It Back by @starkeristheendgame (E) background Peter/Steve, Peter/Bucky, Peter/Scott

Summary: Peter Parker confesses his love to Tony Stark three times. Once at ten, once at fifteen and once at twenty. Finally convinced that Tony will never love him back, Peter ventures out into a different path, desperate to find the love he seeks from someone else. But you know what they say about star-crossed lovers.

Review: This lovely fic holds a very special place in my heart. I’m so invested I decided to wait until it’s finished so I can read it all in one sitting. Peter’s longing and heartbreak hurt my poor soul but I trust Jensen to give me that promised Starker endgame - I know it will be glorious when it finally comes.

• A Night on the Town by @scarletmanuka1 (G, 2.3k, completed)

Summary: Nightclub AU. Years after the events of Endgame, Tony has hit rock bottom. The Snap left him crippled, Pepper has abandoned him and has taken Morgan with her, and he's feeling old and lonely. Peter arranges a night out at the nightclub that he works at to try and cheer Tony up.

Review: I love get together fics, especially if it involves oblivious!Tony getting his shit together and going after his man. Seeing him bitter and broken after Thanos was hard, but special kudos to IronBros moments because that friendship is true goals!

• Age of Adeline by @starkerforlife6969 (completed) background Harley/Peter, Bucky/Peter, Wade/Peter

Review: I’d never in a million years think about this movie as a Starker AU but gosh, this is everything I needed in my life and it completely devastated me but I loved every minute of it. As a devoted monoshipper, I was surprised to realize that I got emotionally involved with all pairings, even more so with Starker, which totally paid off. Gorgeous, powerful and heartfelt. God bless SFL.

• assume makes ass for u and me by @pretty-well-funded (M, 1.6k, completed) tw underage

Summary: In Tony’s defense, he was sure the kid was a rent boy.

Review: This 1.6k fic caught me completely off guard and now I’m crying because I need MORE. I love the premise, the dialogue is criminally good, their voices are amazing and I can’t get enough of cheeky!Peter charming Tony with his wit and filthy mind.

• Bamf!secretary Peter by @starkerforlife6969 (M, completed)

Review: Who could ever resist some corporate espionage drama with bamf!Peter leaving Tony speechless and horny? Not me. I’d read more 30k of this verse because competent, sassy Peter Parker is such a kink, omg.

• Biker!Tony by @starkerforlife6969 (T, completed) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Review: Same age AUs are not usually my thing but I can’t resist cute high school sweethearts written by this fandom goddess. Plus, protective!Tony calling Peter “doll” does things to my heart - and Peter’s.

• Breaking Character by @cagestark (E, 8.3k, completed)

Summary: Tony Stark, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, and spy for SHIELD. Working with another SHIELD spy, the infamous Spider, he will take down an infamous human trafficking ring in New York. But the act they have to put on will demand more from Tony than he ever thought he'd have to give. Not that he minds.

Review: The spy trope seriously needs more fic like this one, because I’ll have bamf!Peter lying back to save his country while Tony freaks out any day. Cage hits the perfect balance between plot building, fantastic sexual tension, clever dialogue and the hottest smut sequence. What a ride! (Pun intended).

• Curiosity Killed the Cat by @areluctantsblog (T, 1.5k, completed)

Summary: Peter has been modelling in an art school for years. He's used to strangers' eyes roaming his body - clothed or naked - and he knows that it's not him they are looking at. Not him who they are interested in. He's just a model, a tool for their work. And for a long time he doesn't notice the one pair of eyes that, despite seeing him but rarely, is looking right at him.

Review: Very soft and atmospheric, this fic left me in a bit of a daze and it took me a while to realize it was over. Great writing will do that to you.

• Detective!Tony, Graffiti Artist!Peter by @starkerforlife6969 (M, completed)

Review: Oh don’t mind me, just appreciating this author’s talent at writing from the filthiest smut to the softest “Tony saves Peter in all ways that matter” like this ficlet. We stan.

• Eat at Pete’s by feyrelay + glorious art by @peachbabypie (E)

Summary: Peter gives him an unimpressed look, “If you didn’t do your work, then you wouldn’t be able to earn my time though, would you?” Pfft. “Kid, I have more money than god. I can splurge on your delicious pancakes and attention, trust me,” Tony informs him loftily. Peter smiles that wicked, crooked little smile that's just for him. It's not even and perfect like his the-customer-is-always-right one that's more frequently on offer. “I didn’t say you couldn’t afford it. I said you wouldn’t have earned it.”

Review: How can we ever say no to dom!Peter putting Tony in his place and hopefully on his dick + Tony loving every second of it?? Their dynamics are fantastic and that TASTY COUNTER DIALOGUE KILLS ME. EVERY TIME. Check it out and come scream with me: sub!Tony rights :D

• Fire and Ice by LeafyGreenQueen773 (M, 3k, completed) Soulmate AU

Summary: AU where when someone writes on his or her skin, the same thing shows up on their soulmate in the same place as a Mark that fades away in a few hours.

Review: This was the first Starker soulmate fic I’ve read and it made my heart ache so soft and good. Lovely and bittersweet, quiet and painfully honest.

• Genius, Acrobat, Playboy, Philanthropist by @scarletmanuka1 (E, 28k, completed)

Summary: After Peter's aeriel acrobatics partner, Adrian Toomes is fired from The Avengers Circus Troupe for theft, he is shocked to discover that his replacement is non other than legendary performer, Tony Stark - the man that Peter had hero worshipped since he first learned how to tumble.

Review: After reading this fic I realized I need more Circus AUs in my life. I could read jealous idiots falling in love while doing beautiful acrobatics for the rest of my days. Original plot, nice character development and I really appreciated how the author inserted little canon things here and there.

• Happy to Disappoint by @deaded-blush (M, 60k, completed) tw underage, domestic violence

Summary: Adrian Toomes is in quite deep with notorious mob boss Tony Stark. But when Tony comes to collect the debt owed, he's surprised to discover Toomes has an adoptive son. The chance meeting changes the direction of both their lives...

Review: Hands down one of the best Mafia!AUs I’ve ever seen. Read it all in one sitting and by the end I was SHOOKETH and utterly obsessed with this story. Nothing about it is okay so brace yourself for whump!Peter and lots of h/c. Bonus points for an incredibly satisfying ending that will make you gasp out loud.

• Hey Baby, Slip between my Beta-Pleats and get to know my Alpha-Helix? by @starkerforlife6969 and @darker-soft-starker (E, 37k, completed) A/B/O

Summary: Even though Tony can't tell the difference between Manolo Blahnik and Jimmy Choo, Peter really has no other choice. His heat is around the corner, so even though he loathes the party-going, booze drinking, smug playboy know-it-all that is Tony Stark. He'll just have to do.

Review: I can’t believe life went on as we know it (or did it??) after these two geniuses wrote together. This is the Starker version of “enemies to lovers” we all wanted and deserve, where spoiled-bratty-posh princess Peter finds the perfect balance for his chaotic energy in goofy-unapologetic-charming playboy Tony. Their falling in love is just so tender, so genuine and so good, it’s impossible not to cheer for these two sweethearts through this delightful, carefully crafted story.

• If you let me by @css1992 (E, 12k, completed)

Summary: Peter had tried dating younger guys, but it just didn’t do it for him. They were often too eager, too fast, too rough. Just too young, in general. Not that older men couldn’t be too much, too, Peter learned it the hard way. The man looking back at him from across the room seemed like a good one. He knew he shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but he was gorgeous. Possibly the most handsome man Peter had ever seen in his short life.

Review: I remember the first time I read this fic it hit me in such a powerful way I cried a bit and was too overwhelmed to do words and tell the author just how much I loved it. But I never forgot this fic or the way it made me feel. It’s so evocative, so sexy, so raw, so heartbreaking, so sweet and so gentle. Great atmosphere, even greater characterization and some of the hottest smut I’ve ever read. Treat yourself and check this out right now.

• I’ll be Home by @starkerforlife6969 (M, completed) A/B/O

Summary: The story starts when Soldier Tony comes home for a few days, and is introduced to the love of his life.

Review: Will I ever stop reccing SFL’s works? Maybe, but today is not the day. This gorgeous, breathtaking fic attacked me in my own house during Christmas day and made me cry like a baby. I’m a sucker for reunion stories - the longing, the heartbreak, the power of endurance. This fic reminded me that no matter how long or difficult the journey, love will always find a way.

• Little Spider by @stfustucky (iwillpaintasongforlou) (E, 5k, completed)

Summary: Peter Parker is one of the country's best hitmen, known in the underworld as the Little Spider. He spends his days in the lap of luxury with his billionaire fiance Tony Stark, and his nights doing dirty work for various shady characters. Life is good, right up until someone puts out a hit on Tony and wants Peter to pull the trigger. It... might be time for them to have a talk.

Review: Omg this fic was so deliciously good in a totally surprising and sexy way. Bamf!Peter took my breath away with the perfect balance between his two personas. Tony getting off on that sheer power and confidence is a BIG MOOD and my second favorite thing in this fic. The first being the badass power couple they make.

• love somebody like you (E) by @intoxicatelou

Summary: five times Tony was Peter’s roommate and one time he was his soulmate instead.

Review: Who doesn’t love some forced proximity mixed with the unbeatable soulmate trope? This plot is the hottest take and my heart cannot handle young!Tony with his brilliant mind and sassy charm protecting and flirting with Peter, unfff feels everywhere *cries in Starker*

• Love Thy Neighbour by @darker-soft-starker (T, 2.3k, completed)

Summary: Tony's new neighbour is kinda weird.

Review: I know I keep saying that same age!AUs are not really my thing but I’m the softest bitch for feel-good, cozy domesticity, and I love how this charming story shows that ordinary life become magical when shared with someone special. I could babble all night about how eccentric and confident Peter seduces our man of science that for once has absolutely no idea of what’s going on - but you really should see it for yourself right now :)

• Mafia Boss!Tony Break Up Make Up by @starkerforlife6969 (E, completed)

Review: Man, this fic was so rude to my heart. The heartbreak, the rough sex, the guilt, the hopeful make up, the gorgeous ending. My body literally cannot take the stress, why are Mafia AUs so doomed and beautiful and more importantly, why is SFL so good at writing them???

• Microcosm Series by @bloomblood (M, 32k) tw underage

Summary: Tony and Peter become each other’s heroes after the Snap, saving themselves before they offer aid back to the world.

Review: I haven’t read many post-apocalyptic fics but this series’s raw atmosphere sucked me in. I adore the quiet intimacy, the slow and tentative healing, and all the silent and complex emotions underneath apparent simplicity. Big aesthetic mood, just as its lovely author.

• Musechaser by @nightskygardenia (M, 10.5k, completed)

Summary: Eighteen year old art student Peter Parker is desperately searching for his muse, someone who can bring his creative skills to the next level through inspiration. Lucky for him, his next class just so happens to feature a gorgeous model by the name of Tony Stark, a man Peter's convinced is his muse, to the point of staying after class to ask for private modeling sessions.

Review: Another big aesthetic mood, this fic paints a gorgeous imagery. I love the setting, the slow pace and the building anticipation until the sexual tension finally breaks. Peter is adorable and Tony exudes confidence; their voices are spot on and their chemistry is palpable and intense.

• My Best Friend’s Dad by @darker-soft-starker (M, 17.6k, completed)

Summary: Peter is home for the summer, back from his first year away at college. Having stayed over at Harley's house every weekend since they were fourteen, he never used to think much of his friend’s dad. A few years worth of college experience has Peter noticing Tony in a different way. This time, Tony notices him back.

Review: Turns out that Tony Stark being a dad and a daddy is too much for my body. I worship this fic. I wanna get married to it and have its babies. No words will ever make it justice *sobs* no but seriously, secret relationship is a perfect Starker trope and this one will take you to the edge of your seat until the very end. A+ characterization, lovely build up, infuriating cliffhangers and the wholesome happy ending we all deserve. This is the kind of fic that leaves you a bit depressed once it’s over, because you suddenly realize you’ll never read it for the first time ever again. So get to it and make sure to enjoy every second!

• One Call Away by @readysetstarker (E)

Summary: Tony didn’t need the phone sex gig. He was more than well off, his own sex life was in great shape, but damn, there was just something about listening to someone else get off to his voice.

Review: Omg who could ever resist sex hotline + daddy kink + identity porn? Dev is coming after our own hearts and bodies with this hot combo. I love the balance between their cute chemistry and the hot phone sex, plus the identity porn is deliciously fun. I was so happy to know this fic is getting longer than the author had previously anticipated because I’m definitely not ready to let it go.

• Open Road by @starkerflowers (E, 2.5k, completed)

Summary: It’s not love, but it’s good. TW: implied abuse (not between Tony/Peter); bruises/violence; panic attack.

Review: This refreshing not-quite-a-love-story will capture your heart, make it hurt, make it ache, make it hope and finally, make it heal. This fic is so gorgeously written I honestly cannot rec it enough. Yes, it’s dark and angsty, but it’s also gentle, hopeful and deeply evocative.

• Panty Raid by @starkerforlife6969 (M, completed) A/B/O

Summary: Imagine Tony being forced to do a panty raid as an initiation for his fraternity. So Tony, keeping up his playboy appearances, sneaks into the omega dorms. And he sees sweet innocent Peter who is so alarmed by the alphas raiding their dorm Tony can’t help but comfort him.

Review: Unf this fic is just too charming and cute, my heart cannot take it. Frat stories are so fun they make me forget my preference for age gaps and realize I could read more 50k of protective young!Tony any day, please and thank

• Pete’s Eats by @darker-soft-starker (T, 9.3k, completed)

Summary: Peter has a YouTube channel where he just drinks wine and teaches people how to cook things if they live in a mediocre apartment. While cooking and drinking he just talks about stuff like memes and school and, most importantly, his undying thirst for Tony Stark.

Review: This is legit the funniest shit I’ve ever read, everybody else can go home. I was already sold on Peter being a relatable thirsty dork, but Tony’s A+++ characterization (for a moment I thought it was RDJ on the big screen) and the identity porn side trope killed me for good. And what a way to go. I’m an angst hoe but I could read this forever and would be okay with it.

• pondus, pondera by spqr (M, 9.3k, completed) underage prostitution but not between P/T

Summary: Peter sells his virginity for $5,000 when he’s fifteen.

Review: Ugh I’m so weak for the angsty hooker trope, I just love the potential to simultaneously explore whump, mutual pining and gentle recovery. Trust spqr to deliver it all with a carefully crafted slow burn, god-tier characterization and a heartfelt and satisfying get together. This fic is a gem.

• Powerful by @cagestark (E, 4.6k, completed) SIM!Tony

Summary: After finding out about Peter's abusive ex, Tony privately vows revenge.

Review: This fic took my breath away and made me realize that dark!Tony with a soft spot for Peter is everything I need in my life. Precious Peter being empowered by a viciously protective Tony is now my absolute jam, and it was fascinating to see see their dynamics mutually feeding each other’s nature. This fic is gorgeous, sexy and liberating.

***Red Light District series by @starker-stories (17k, ongoing)

Summary: Everyone knows that Tony Stark is a playboy who has dozens of women passing through his life and through his bed. What everyone doesn't know is that Tony Stark is deeply closeted, longing for something he can't ever have -- a life and a love with another man.

Review: I’m completely in love with this series and not only because it explores the good old hooker trope which I’m very partial to. It’s so well written and atmospheric, if a tad bittersweet and heart-wrenching. Great narrative tension, Tony and Peter’s chemistry is insane, their voices and dialogue are amazing and the smut is looong and scorching hot *chef’s kiss*

• Samadhi by @starkercrossedlovers (E, completed)

Summay: Tony goes to yoga to try and deal with his anxiety and ends up falling for the instructor, one Peter Parker.

Review: Okay so yoga fics are among my guilty pleasures and I can’t get enough of feel-good fics like this one. Peter’s such a sweetheart, so thoughtful and amazing with Tony. I love it when they take care of each other and find solace together, this fic made me soft :’)

• Single dad baker!Peter and lawyer!Tony by @starkerforlife6969 (G, completed)

Review: I’m not usually a fluff girl but this fic is just too wholesome to go by unnoticed. Nothing hits my soft side harder than a cynical character reaching that turning point that makes them start to believe in love. Fuck yes, YOU SHOW THAT MAN SOME HAPPILY EVER AFTER PETE

• Soft Kitty by @ko-fiandfanfiction (E, 33k, completed)

Summary: Peter wasn’t wearing something Tony would call normal, not that there was anything inherently wrong with what he was wearing or anything. It just struck him as…different. To put it plainly. Tony is not sure what to make of this new development.

Review: For those of you who love some occasional feminization, this is the perfect treat. Soft, sexy and sweet, it combines top guilty, pining Tony with oblivious idiots in love, two of my favorite tropes. Amazing slow burn with glorious sexual tension, infuriating dancing around each other and a very satisfying get together. Bonus points for including the “Avengers living together in the Tower” trope, this is the 2012 team building fic we deserved.

• Solitaire by @darker-soft-starker (M, 29k, completed)

Summary: After a traumatic experience, Tony loses his marriage and his business empire in one fell swoop. At rock bottom, it takes real change to pick up the pieces, to dig himself out of the funk he's been living in. It's not pretty. Along the path of healing Tony meets a bright young man, Peter Parker, who makes the entire journey worth it.

Review: Oh man, this was a tough ride on the soul. Few things hurt me like reading whump!Tony but his healing journey is so beautiful it’s all worth it. Top notch characterization, amazing dialogue, FEELS EVERYWHERE, and a gorgeous portrayal of loneliness, friendship, hope and love.

• Someone Who Makes you Happy by tuesday (T, 6k, completed) Soulmate AU

Summary: Peter was born with several marks already marring his skin, including an interlocking AES over his heart. A scar-sharing soulmate AU.

Review: This fic is absolutely stunning and it makes my heart ache in all the right places. Great worldbuilding (I LOVE the scarring concept, so unique and fitting to these characters), A+++ Tony characterization (the wit and the self-hate are so spot on I could weep) and a journey full of longing, until they finally get to be on the same page.

• Splice by Mezzymet (E, 35k, completed) A/B/O

Summary: "He's not...." The doctors polite nature and disposition hadn't been able to mask the odd tone of his voice, like he had been reading someone's death certificate. Only Peter hadn't been on his death bed. "Peter isn't like the other kids.

Review: I keep coming back to this story because it’s such a fascinating and unique take on this trope. Very well thought and put together - the world building is fantastic, the sex sequences are breathtaking, and Tony’s gentle thoughtfulness makes me wanna cry.

• Stopover by @cagestark (E, 10k, completed)

Summary: A stopover is just a break in a journey. Tony is on the run from the organization he used to kill for, and when he stopped for gas and coffee in the small town of Stopover, IL, he had no plans to leave with anything more.

Review: *sigh* this is the mob boss!Tony fic I’ve waited for all my life. Even more impressive than the delicious smut checking all my kink boxes was the phenomenal build up, the overall urgent atmosphere that surrounds those “on the run”, combined with the gentle wonder of stealing a moment in time to find solace in the most unlikely place. Breathtakingly moving.

• Student Body President Election by @starkerforlife6969 (T, completed)

Summary: Tony and Peter are competing for Student Body President and a smear campaign takes things a little too far.

Review: GIMME ENEMIES TO LOVERS AND ALL THE HIGH SCHOOL DRAMA. This ficlet is so fun and adorable it will make your heart smile. Great plot idea and the usual bonus points for protective!Tony being a sweetheart. Will have more 30k, pls and thank.

• Such a Softer Sin by @css1992 (E, 18k, completed) background Peter/Norman

Summary: Tony is a self-made man. Peter is a sugar baby – someone else’s sugar baby.

Review: Another fantastic slow burn that hit me hard in the feels. I love it when fics explore the characters’ personal struggles before they get together, and while the Peter!whump destroyed my heart, Tony’s parallel journey of growth took my breath away. css1992’s talent took the good old sugar baby trope to a whole new epic level.

• Summer Daze by @darker-soft-starker (NR, 4.3k, completed)

Summary: Starker no-powers au where Peter watches construction worker Tony from his bedroom window as the older man works across the street.

Review: Ahh yes, the classic “food as metaphor for love” trope, my absolute jam. This fic is so adorable and endearing, pining!Peter in his wooing mission makes my heart ache and the sweet anticipation is so good. There’s something about this fic that gives me nostalgia; it’s as soft and warm as a summer breeze.

• Tamed by @cagestark (E, 8.3k, completed)

Review: It’s no wonder this is Cage’s most beloved fic. Bad boy!Tony being all soft for Peter is everything we deserve, not to mention a mesmerizing (and HOT AF) first time together. This fic shows how rich and captivating Cage’s writing is - she’s able to transform that old basic trope into something unique and heartfelt. If you need one more reason to read this, please consider: best first bj ever :)

• Teacher!Tony wrong number by @areluctantsblog (T) tw underage

Summary: Peter’s using a replacement phone and mistypes Ned’s number asking for help on a physics problem.

Review: I have such a soft spot for this fic! It was one of the first AUs I’ve ever read and I’m completely in love with their dynamics. Peter’s underage but this fic is carefully written and pretty tame, so I’d rec it to anyone looking for the good old “they probably shouldn’t, but then again nothing’s happening” trope.

• The Bleedover Effect by tuesday (T, 11k, completed) Soulmate AU

Summary: The first time Tony got punched in the face by nobody there, he had a lot of very complicated feelings about it that mostly boiled down to, "I deserve this." A pain-sharing soulmate AU.

Review: Tuesday truly is the queen of soulmate AUs, we have no other choice but STAN. First of all, I adore the concept here - being such a sucker for whump, this could easily become my favorite soulmate trope. As usual, her Tony voice is perfect and his devotion to Peter hits my fragile heart every time. Kudos for the soft and hopeful ending. The series has been discontinued but the sequels are very much worth the read, if you’re up for it :)

• The Catfish Chronicles by @stfustucky (iwillpaintasongforlou) (E, 32k, completed)

Summary: Peter creates a fake profile under the name “Benjamin” trying to catch his scumbag boyfriend cheating. Tony creates a Tinder profile for "Anthony" looking for love late in life. Funny how two geniuses who fight side by side every day can only manage to fall in love after they've accidentally catfished each other. This is... gonna get awkward.

Review: My identity porn thirst might be showing but who cares, I want these two idiots pining after each other in every possible way. This was such a fun and exciting ride! The suspense had me legit freaking out and their get together was lovely and wholesome. I particularly adored how thoughtful and sweet Tony was dealing with Peter’s insecurities, that was handled really well. A treat!

• The Concept of Domesticity by @peters-tofu (E) mpreg

Summary: Tony has accomplished nearly everything he's set out to do, now he wants something different. A family of his own? Sounds easy enough. But he's far too impatient for a relationship, so surrogacy it is. Meanwhile, twenty-two year old college student Peter Parker has just volunteered to be a bearer at an agency.

Review: Can’t say I’m a big fan of this trope but since every rule has its exception, here it is! The only Starker mpreg I’ve ever read is so so good and adorable I can’t help smiling every time I think about it. I just love their dynamics, the soft domesticity, the cute bantering, and the fact that Peter has one baby daddy all wrapped around his little finger but what else is new ;)

***The Date by Neuropsyche (E, 33k, completed)

Summary: Tony has a high society gala and he needs a date.

Review: My favorite fake dating AU so far, this fic is so sweet and wholesome. Confident!Peter is my jam and it was amazing to see their sassy bantering evolving into genuine affection towards each other, not to mention the delicious hot smut with dom!Tony :D

• The Final Heist by @starkerforlife6969 (G, 10k, completed)

Summary: Tony’s only got one more heist. He does this, he can be retired on an island in the Mediterranean in a month. All he needs is a world-class art forger. (White Collar inspired)

Review: Honestly, the amount of times I’ve mentioned SFL in this list is getting embarrassing. I must have done something really good in another life to get such a talented author writing something inspired by one of my favorite TV shows. I feel like this fic was personally crafted for me; it’s original, romantic, sexy, fun, clever and so very atmospheric. I’m a lucky hoe.

• The Heart Benefits of Exercise by @areluctantsblog (E, 14k, completed)

Summary: Personal Trainer Tony and Gym Newbie Peter. Peter can hardly keep it together watching Tony demonstrate different exercises and lift weights. Tony is very much aware of the effect he has on his trainee, and after a session, Peter begs to be shown a whole different array of exercises.

Review: This fic was a lovely surprise, very relatable and entertaining. Love myself an adorable Peter thirsting over Tony (can’t really judge lol), especially if it comes with a good amount of pining and hot, kinky smut :D

• Tipping the Scale by JayPendragon (E, 119k, completed)

Summary: Peter has a rhythm. A system. All runs like a well-oiled machine, engineering pun intended. Every wheel of his life is churning perfectly. He doesn’t expect Tony Stark of all people to throw a wrench in it.

Review: Hooker!AUs are my kryptonite, I’m so here for the “fuck first, talk later” and the general pining + misunderstandings + h/c combo this trope provides. This amazing longfic delivers it all with a well-paced, delicious slow burn told from Peter’s POV, which is always a delight to read and makes you fall even more in love with him. If you also enjoy this trope you’re in for a treat!

• To Catch a Spider by Thekeyandquill (E)

Summary: After the war, Peter Parker left his career as a spy behind to live a simple life in the south of France. But when someone frames him for the theft of plans for a new weapon, he must re-enter his old life and get close to the real thief's likely next target - one Tony Stark. A To Catch a Thief AU.

Review: TKAQ is so skilled their writing should be experienced like fine wine. Amazing research, top notch world building and characterization, and the loveliest atmosphere that makes you feel like you’re inside a movie. Clever, organic dialogue and a sexual tension so palpable you can almost taste it. This is a gem. Make sure to check their other works.

• Two White, Two Black, One Pink by @starkerforlife6969 (E) poly fic: Peter/Tony, Peter/Steve, Peter/Bucky, Peter/Strange Summary: Peter has three (maybe one day: four) men in his life who mean the world to him. Review: Ugh, this fic is pure bliss. It has legit ruined me for any and all other poly fics. Words just cannot describe how gorgeous, poetic and unique SFL’s writing is, or how deeply it has affected me. So if you enjoy Mafia AUs, poly fics and soft-but-also-bamf!Peter taking care of Tony AND being taken care of by the men he loves, give this a chance and experience transcending storytelling.

• Uranium Heart by spqr (M, 11k, completed) Soulmate AU Summary: It’s probably better, Peter thinks, that he doesn’t know who his soulmate is. He wouldn’t want to lie to them about Spider-Man, but he doesn’t think he’d be able to tell them the truth, either.

Review: Be still my heart. This is such a gorgeous fic! Not only it combines two major tropes in a coherent 11k story, but I also appreciate how spqr explores these characters and their dynamics in a very unique and realistic way. I strongly recommend checking their other works, especially Landslide.

• Waiting Game by @cagestark (E, 6k, completed)

Summary: Peter hasn't seen Tony in fifteen years. Not since he had their hasty marriage annulled, graduated college, and moved across the country. Their twenty year high school reunion will find them reunited. They've both changed, but one thing hasn’t. Hint: it's their feelings for each other.

Review: This fic literally made my heart BURST WITH FEELS: the whole build up and anticipation, the slow disclosure of their past, the first uncertain moments of their reunion. I also appreciate the powerful and moving message underneath it all, that true healing comes after we overcome our demons at our own pace. A masterpiece.

• Wooing Peter Parker by Neuropsyche (E, 62.5k, completed)

Summary: Tony and Rhodey dodge the press and sneak into the library where they meet Peter Parker - who immediately catches Tony's eye. But Peter isn't a one and done kind of guy and Tony's going to have to work for what he wants this time.

Review: This is the kind of fic that warms you all over and makes you smile non stop. It has so many elements I love in fic: cute flirting, clever banter, hot sex, soft domesticity, boys being reasonable and talking their problems out for a change. If you’re looking for something light, sweet and honest, this series is a must read!

#starker #reclist #peter parker x tony stark

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ourloveisforthelovely · 3 years

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The way you are. Part 3

Harry Potter Marauder Era

Link to Part 2

Pairings: Sirius Black x Reader

Rating: T

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“Should we wake them up?”

“Mate, they have been asleep since yesterday afternoon. We need to make sure that they aren’t dead.”

Remus and James’ voices pulled you from your deep slumber. You didn’t open your eyes immediately but instead pressed your face further against Sirius’ chest. Sirius didn’t move but instead muttered something that sounded like “shove off.”

“Come on you two. Time to wake up and rejoin the rest of society.”

Remus said, a little more loudly. Sirius wrapped his arm around your body tighter.

“Go away!”

He snapped as your eye, that could look around, finally opened. Both James and Remus stood beside your side of the bed looking amused. James shook his head.

“Sorry Pads, the two of you have been asleep since yesterday afternoon. Our friends are starting to ask questions.”

“Fuck ‘em.”

You muttered. Sirius chuckled.

“That’s good sound advice. Now leave us alone.”

Remus sighed.

“The two of you need to eat. As adorable as you both look right now, this isn’t healthy. Now Sirius let go of Y/n or I will pull her out of bed. We both know that you won’t like that.”

Sirius took the pillow that was underneath his head and threw it where the sound of Remus’ voice was coming from. The pillow stopped right at Remus’ feet; making the other boy sigh.

“Okay, I’m coming to get her.”

James half expected Sirius to curl around you like a giant cat and hiss at Remus. Finally, Sirius poked his head up at the threat.

“Okay, we’re getting up!”

You had thrown your leg around his hips in some vain attempt to keep Sirius as close to you as possible.

“Come on, love, we better get up before James throws water on us.” “We’ll give you both a minute.”

James said with a smile before motioning Remus out.

Once the two were gone, Sirius looked down at you with a smile. You hadn’t moved from the little cocoon that the two of you had made.

“You really surprised me yesterday.”

Sirius said, softly. Your green eyes rolled up to his grey ones.

“I wanted you to know that I love you and I won’t give up on us.”

Sirius sighed. He felt even more guilty about how he had done you over the past few months.

“I didn’t want you to feel like you had to be with me.”

You sat up and quickly crawled onto Sirius’ lap. His arms went around your waist to keep you from moving an inch away.

“If it's about what you are...Sirius, I don’t care. That doesn’t matter to me. You're still the same person that I fell in love with. Furry monthly problem or not...it doesn’t matter.”

You were relieved when he smiled.

“You’re an amazing person.”

“I just know what I want.”

You said with a smirk. Sirius raised an eyebrow before throwing you back onto the bed and took his place between your legs. You quickly pulled him down into a long kiss.

“Oh gross! Now they are about to do it!”

Neither of you had noticed Peter come in until he squealed and ran out. Sirius looked over his shoulder before getting up with a smile.

“We can continue this later.”

He quickly yanked his crumpled dress shirt over his head. You didn’t move for a minute as you quietly looked over his chest. There were a few scars that had formed over the skin of his chest. So far, his perfect face didn’t have the scarring or scratching like Remus.

Sirius looked down at his body with a sigh. “I’m covering these up with tattoos later.”

“That would look nice.”

You said, softly. The last thing that you wanted was to ruin whatever self-esteem that your lover had. You had been so used to Sirius’ arrogant cocky side. Now seeing him almost vulnerable was heart-wrenching.

“Yeah?”

He questioned, looking up at you. When you smiled, Sirius felt better. He had been secretly worried that you would want to drop him as a boyfriend. You already had a werewolf brother to take care of. Adding a boyfriend would be a lot of work.

“It would fit your personality. It would also be sexy too.”

Sirius chuckled before going in search of a clean shirt.

“Better go get changed, love. I’ll meet you in the common room in a bit.”

20 minutes later, you were feeling someone more like a normal human. All of the sleeping that you had just done made you feel much better. Lily, Dorcas, and Marlene had already left for breakfast when you came into change.

After brushing your hair, you went to find Sirius. Walking down the steps, you stopped hearing the conversation that Sirius, Remus, and James were having.

“So did you do it?”

James questioned.

“Do what?”

Sirius asked back. From your place on the steps, you could see Sirius sitting on the couch tying his shoe. He looked up at James with a confused expression. James put a hand over his face.

“Claim Y/n.”

Sirius shook his head.

“James, we were sleeping...dead to the world sleeping.”

Remus was standing by the doorway with his arms over his chest.

“Are you going to?”

Sirius frowned.

“I am having a hard enough time not doing it without you two cheering me on.”

Remus sighed.

“I’m not cheering you on. In fact, I am asking you not to do it. What if you grow apart or…”

“Not going to happen.”

Sirius snapped.

“How do you know?”

Remus questioned. He wasn't about to let the subject drop.

“How can you be positive? I don’t want Y/n running around with your claim marks on her next and not be able to move on...the same goes for you.”

Sirius ran a hand through his messy hair attempting to fix it.

“Think about what you just said, Moony. Neither one of us will be able to move on. You know that I love Y/n. Hell, I still want to go rip Dorcas’ brother’s guts out. Little creep better not run into me in some dark corridor. He might accidentally fall down the stairs. I’m having a hard enough time when Y/n is around me not wanting to...you know. Can you two cut me some slack or something?”

James nodded.

“Sorry. I just care about both of you.”

Sirius smiled at his best friend. If there were two people that Sirius could count on actually caring about him; it was James and Remus.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. The brother just comes out in me.”

Remus added.

You remained on the step for a few moments longer. The conversation was no secret one to you. It was no shock that Sirius was your soulmate. Your relationship with Sirius had always been more intimate than any other relationship that you had previously. Now hearing the confirmation come from his mouth; you didn’t doubt it any longer.

When Sirius and James’ conversation turned to a prank that they had pulled on Snape; you decided to come all the way down.

“There you are.”

Remus said with a smile as you walked to Sirius’ side.

“Sorry, I got occupied.”

Walking into the Great Hall, you smiled seeing Lily light up the moment that she realized just where you had been.

“Get ready for the squealing.”

Sirius said as Lily jumped up and wrapped her arms around you.

“I am so happy to see the two of you together! We have all been worried. You both have been psycho depressive.”

Marlene nodded.

“No more breaking up.”

Sirius pulled you down beside him.

“Not a chance.”

He muttered before pulling you into a kiss. Your friends looked at each other and wondered if this was going to be like when the two of you got together originally. Everyone had ringside seats to the snogging fest of the century. The moment that Sirius and yourself realized that you were both attractive members of the opposite sex; you were always all over each other.

James laughed under his breath until Sirius’ elbow almost knocked over the pumpkin juice that he had just started drinking.

“Mate, if you can’t keep your limbs in order, don’t be doing that.”

Sirius gave him a little “I’m sorry” wave and went back to his task at hand. James smirked at the expression on Remus’ face.l It was still a weird subject for him to watch his twin and best friend be attached like some nuclear experiment gone bad.

“Connor looks a bit put out.”

Remus said quietly. He and James turned to the Ravenclaw table where the other boy sat watching Sirius and yourself furiously.

James winced.

“Yeah, he does.”

“He’s really upset.”

Dorcas commented as she eyes Sirius and yourself with a displeased “mother hen” like expression. She sighed.

“It would help if the two of you weren’t acting like one of you were going off to war or something.”

Sirius slowly pulled away enough to scowl at Dorcas.

“I have 5 months worth of making out to do. Tell your brother that there are lots of other girls here.”

Dorcas shook her head.

“He likes Y/n.”

“Tough shit.”

Sirius snapped. Dorcas seemed a little surprised by the tone in Sirius’ voice. Clearly, she didn’t know what was going on in his life at the moment. As far as Sirius was concerned, he had only told the people that he wanted. That was James, Remus, Peter, Lily, and yourself. Dorcas and Marlene were just lucky to be in his “circle.”

“Sirius, you are a dick this year.”

“I saw her first.”

Sirius muttered as you slowly pulled away from him. You immediately went to smooth things over before Sirius lost what control he had over his short fuse.

“That’s enough, you two.”

Dorcas however, didn’t back down.

“It's like you're obsessed with her.”

You put a hand over your face and could hear James mutter to Remus “lady you have no idea.” Sirius raised an eyebrow.

“You know, Dorcas, if you don’t like it then you are welcome to go fuck off.”

“Well, I just might!”

She snapped before getting up and storming off. Marlene waited a moment before getting up and going after her friend.

When the two had gone off, Lily was the first to speak. She looked at Sirius with a careful wary expression before handing him a glass of juice.

“Drink this and calm down.”

Sirius pushed the drink away.

“Sorry, I’m not feeling so great.”

You slipped a hand on his thigh. From the time that you had gotten up, you could see how pale both Sirius and Remus were. Without looking at the calendar, you knew it was close to the full moon. Had it not been, Sirius probably wouldn't have been so short with Dorcas.

“You need to eat something small.”

You said, softly. Lily nodded as she looked between Remus and Sirius.

“Y/n is right.”

“Yes, mum.”

Sirius muttered with a smirk before nibbling on the toast that you had shoved in his direction. The last thing that he wanted was to have both Lily and yourself on his ass.

Lily put her drink down.

“Y/n, come to the lavatory with me.”

You nodded and slowly stood up.

“I’ll be back,”

You said in Sirius’ direction.

Once the two of you were gone, Sirius put down the toast. He turned his attention back to Remus.

“Does food ever taste good again?”

Before Remus could reply, Connor Meadowes appeared out of nowhere.

“I bet that you think you are incredibly clever.”

He snapped. Sirius sighed.

“What do you want, kid?”

Connor scowled angrily at Sirius. He was ready to go after the boy in front of him. Sure, it was stupid to go up against Sirius Black and expect to walk away but Connor was furious. The more that the thought about Sirius and yourself as a couple, the angrier that he became. When the two of you were making out like the world was about to end, Connor was pushed over the edge of sanity.

“You know what I am talking about! Y/n, you prat. You couldn't stand the fact that Y/n was moving on and had to go steal her !”

Sirius didn’t feel like knocking the boy’s face in but it was becoming harder to control his patience.

“First off, you little twat, Y/n was my girlfriend first. Second, just take your shrimpy ass back over to the Ravenclaw table before I throw you.”

James smirked.

“He is bigger than you, Connor. It won’t work out in your favor.”

“I’m not scared of him!”

Connor snapped as Sirius stood up. It took Connor all of two seconds to start swinging wildly at Sirius.

“For being a Ravenclaw, your awful stupid.”

Sirius said as he reached out and put his hand on Connor’s forehead; stopping the boy from getting close. Connor swung wildly at the open-air between his and Sirius’ body. He didn’t care that he was making a fool out of himself.

“And you're a girl stealing git!”

Connor snapped.

“Alright, you had your fun.”

Sirius snapped before punching Connor so hard that the boy flew backward and landed against the Slytherin table. Regulus, meanwhile, looked up from his drink. The boy hadn't even been watching the scene unfolding. Regulus simply assumed with all of the noise, Sirius was involved. He met his older brother’s wild eyes then looked down at Connor.

“Idiot.”

“Mr. Black and Mr. Meadows, detention!”

Both Sirius and Connor (who had used what was left of his pride to stand up) turned to face a very angry Professor McGonagall.

“Come on, Minnie, it was just in good fun.”

Sirius said with a smirk. Professor McGonagall had turned her attention back to you. You had come back into the Great Hall after Peter met you in the hallway laughing about Connor starting shit with Sirius.

“Ms. Lupin, get him out of here.”

Had it been anyone else, you had a feeling that McGonagall would have acted differently. She knew about what was going on with Sirius and possibly had a bit more sympathetic toward him.

“Yes, professor.”

You said before wrapping your hand around Sirius’ wrist and yanking him with you.

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myfeetkeepdancing · 5 years

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Photograph | Peter Parker x Male!Reader

Pairing: Peter Parker x Male!Reader

Word count: 1549

Requested: Could u do a Peter x male reader where they go to takes some cute pics around the city and then one of them confess their feeling to each other or maybe the same but they’re taking some sexy pics and then one comes out with their feelings and some smutty stuff happens

“Let’s try that angle.” Peter follows along, aligning his eye with the camera, hunkers down. Through the noise of passing cars and sirens in the distance. You hear the shutter of his camera. Peter rises from the ground as he pulls up his latest shot. You take a step closer, as you peak over his shoulder onto his screen. “I kinda like it.” Holding his camera screen closer to you.

"It's good. I think long exposure might be cool too." You grab your camera and start adjusting. Scrolling through the settings, doing some tweaking here and there. As you take position on the pavement. Aim your lens, readjust. Wait for the right moment. Zoom a little. Get the focus on the right spot. A step backward. You concentrate on your breathing for a couple of seconds. Stabilize your camera. Hold in place. Right there. And shoot it. Peter hunches beside you, as you turn the screen towards him. You never notice how close he always sits to you. Brushing against you, ever so lightly. His hand grips your upper leg. As he tries not to fall over. "Nice shot." He congratulates you. Patting you on the back.

“Thanks, I think the glare is just right.” Rising on your feet, you continue your stroll down the blocks. Taking pictures of almost everything. But not everyone. Peter was a natural with a camera. No matter how you fiddled with the setting. It never turned out the way you liked it. The stroll takes you through alleyways, parks, main streets, and construction sites. And to top that of, an abandoned building.

"Check this one." You turn around and peak onto his screen. It's you… Just moments ago, you wandered around for a bit, running a hand along the crook of your neck. You hadn't noticed Peter took the picture. The scene itself was beautiful. The bright yellow rays of sunlight shining through the leaves of the nearby tree, onto your skin. “Looking good." Peter smiles. "Colors of your shirt have a perfect contrast to that of the tree." You gaze at the picture for a moment. It's true what he says. But it's different. You never took photos of each other. Meanwhile, Peter continues. "…like the glare through the leaves.”

“It’s one of your best in a long time.” You playfully push his shoulder. "But I think the person in the picture deserves half the credit."

“Blame your cuteness.” Giving you a smile before tapping away at his phone. “Ready?”

It takes a moment for your brain to process that comment. You weren’t sure if Peter meant anything by it. If you recall all your suspicions, you wish I’d be true. You had a hunch. But… Are you overthinking this too much? Perhaps it was meant funny? Or was there more to it…

“Y-Yeah... Let’s get those milkshakes.” You murmur, following him.

On your way to the milkshakes, you had to sneak some pictures in from Peter. You just had too. You weren’t sure if he noticed. But you were glad you took them. The pictures looked good. He looks good. You know that. You felt that. The more time you spent with him. The more feelings you began to have for him. The butterflies kept swarming. Peter, as a person. He was just wonderful. Cute and funny. Smart and sexy. The Spider-Man stuff was an added bonus. You feel the heat rising in your system. Not from the weather. No… Just from looking at him. Not even the cold milkshake cooled your body.

“Pete…" Your voice comes out croaked. "How about we go up there?” Pointing towards the roof of a huge building.

Peter’s smile said it all. He starts pushing you into the nearest alleyway. As he searches around in his backpack, "Hold on." You grab his milkshake. His hand slips around your waist and pulls you close to him. You can feel the grip of his strong arm tighten on you. Pressing your body against his. You get a moment of eye contact. Peter just smiles. Suddenly you jolt upwards. You’ll never get used to it. It all goes so fast. Swinging from rooftop to rooftop. Your eyes start watering from the sheer speed. Before you know it, your feet make contact with solid ground again. You reached the rooftop. The sudden halt shakes your body forwards as you stumble forward against a cooling unit. One milkshake lands on the ground. Splattering everywhere. “Still not used to it…” You apologies between burps, catching your breath leaning against the cooling unit. Peter laughs a bit as he starts patting your back.

“Just gimme a minute.” Waving Peter away. Your heart is racing like crazy. Your legs feel like jelly. You just need a moment to catch your breath. Wipe the tears from your eyes. Gather yourself.

“I’ll get you a new one.” Handing you his camera before running off.

Before you get a response out, Peter swings away. After a few moments, you take a seat on the edge of the building. The wind gently blowing past your legs and through your hair helped to calm down your senses. Enjoying the great view. You snap a couple pictures. And scroll through your photographs. You ponder for a moment if you should show him. The images with Peter are actually quite good. Who knows what he might think about it. Or what it leads to…

Grabbing Peter's camera, you scroll through his pictures. Looking for that one. Just for comparison, and see what settings he used. Your heart skips a beat, seeing more than one with you in it. In-between pictures of buildings, cats, and murals. You appear quite often in his pictures. And they're good. Very good. No denying that. But you can’t help but wonder if there’s more to it. Especially after his remark earlier. And deep down. You hope it is. You want it to be true. To your right, you hear footsteps approaching. You turn to see Peter pacing towards you. You quickly put Peter’s camera beside you.

“I’m so sorry.” Taking place beside you. “Didn’t have enough on me.” Instead revealing a straw. “You mind if we share?”

“Not at all.” You pop open the top. Handing him the cup. “Here. Take a good sip while it’s still cold.”

You bring back your gaze towards your camera. Peter's picture still on the screen. His legs dangle as he sips from the straw looking into the distance. "Great view isn't?" He says, turning to you.

“Whadda you think?” Turning your camera screen towards him. Peter’s smile widens even further. Releasing a gasp of air. "Oh, wow." He looks at you with a face like a proud father. "That's amazing (Y/N)!"

He shuffles closer to you. Focused on your screen. Your heart starts to race. Was this the moment?

“You also have some really good ones, Peter...” You grin. He lightly tilts his head as he sips the milkshake. It takes moments for him to realize what you found out. His eyes turning twice the size, cheeks coloring red. Grabbing Peter's camera, you start scrolling through his pictures. From recent ones to pictures from last weekend. All sorts of pictures of you in-between.

"I like 'em, Peter.” You set down the camera. One hand grabbing the milkshake. Your fingers touch with Peter's, as you pull it towards you. But Peter is not pulling his hand away. The straw leaving his lips. “They are good...” Taking the straw in-between your lips. “Really good…” Keeping your eyes on him.

“Because you’re in it (Y/N). I can’t help it”. Leaning in, bringing his face closer to his straw. You look straight into his eyes as you watch his tongue guide the straw to his lips. “I just can’t stop looking at you.” He smiles even more. Gently pulling the milkshake down, you let the straw escape your lips. Peter’s straw also following. He leans in. His one hand reaches for the back of your head, his fingers running through your hair. Pulling your closer. You follow his lead. With one hand, you cup his cheek. Your heart is pounding in your chest. With your hand, you gently guide his lips to yours. He slowly tilts his head to the side. With just centimeters between you, you feel his rapid breathing against your skin. And you press your lips against his. You taste the flavors of the milkshake on his lips but are then met with the soft, warm skin of his lips. A slow and tender kiss follows as you hold onto Peter. You’d never want this to stop. A sense of relief fills the air.

“T-Thank you (Y/N)” He stutters, breaking away from your lips.

“I’ve always dreamed about my first kiss-" His face was bright red. Resting his head on your shoulder, gazing in the distance. As the sun begins to fade away behind the skyscrapers. “-being with you.”

“And…?”

“I don’t think I have any dreams left.” Letting out a small giggle. “It’s perfect…”

You let your fingers run through his long curly brown hairs. "Good, then we'll have to do things you can long dream about after."

He turns his head towards you, pressing a kiss along your neck. “At least I don’t need those pictures anymore…”

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traincat · 5 years

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leonardodvnc replied to your post: potential nsfw: peter is a top, agreed. but. what...

LMAO im picturing him gagged and lifting his eyebrows, he’s awful and he WOULD

The worst part about marriage, Mary Jane thought, running a hand through her hair, was how good her communication with her husband was. It was supposed to be a blessing, to be able to look at his face and know exactly what he was thinking. Very few people could say the same about Peter Parker, but then very few people knew every side of Peter Parker the way she did. She knew him better than Harry and Flash. Better than the Avengers or the Fantastic Four. Better than Betty. Better, even, though she’d never actually say it, than May.

Better, maybe, than he knew himself.

It was horrible.

“If you don’t stop doing that thing with your eyebrows, I am going to kill you,” she said flatly. Flat was not the tone of voice she’d wanted to use tonight. Sultry had been the goal. Sexy. Maybe even a little domineering.

(”What do you say about mixing things up a little, Tiger?” she’d said, twining her arms around his neck.

“Oh thank God,” he said, his hands at her waist. “The theater finally let you take home that sexy cat costume I’ve been dreaming of for months. Put on the whiskers and I’ll bring the cream.”

So maybe the whole thing had gotten off to a rough start.)

Peter lifted one eyebrow. His mouth was gagged and his hands were cuffed to the bars of the headboard. (”Kinky,” he’d said, and then ruined the moment by going, “But you know I can snap these like wet paper, right?” Mary Jane would have liked to say that was the moment the idea for the gag came in, but the truth was she thought about gagging him at least three times a week, and usually only half the time in a sexy way.) She could still understand him perfectly.

“I’m serious,” Mary Jane said, picking up a pillow. “How’s it going to look on the news tomorrow when the headline reads Naked Spider-Man Slain By Wife In Bed?”

Both eyebrows this time, accompanied by a low wondering hum deep in his chest. It was a silent saves Jonah the trouble of having to make it up for himself.

Peter always could call a bluff. The fact that he could smirk using just his eyebrows was uncalled for.

Mary Jane moved to straddle him, shaking her hair out and arching her back, hoping the view would be enough to shut him -- figuratively up -- as she said, “You promised you were going to behave.”

The arch of Peter’s eyebrows shifted subtly. He flexed ever so slightly against his binds. The message was clear: I am behaving.

“You know what I mean,” Mary Jane said, squeezing his sides with her bare thighs. “You always have such an attitude when you’re not in control. Like yesterday with the cab --”

Peter, to his credit, caught himself mid-eyeroll, but it was still his automatic reaction. Not this again.

“Yes, this again!” Mary Jane said, poking him in the chest with a finger. “You need to learn how to let go a little! Be in the moment!”

Peter’s gaze traveled down her face, lingering briefly on her throat before slipping to her breasts. He flexed his fingers a bit, as if to say, I’m in the moment.

Mary Jane sighed, bending to kiss his shoulder, and then his chest, letting herself drift leisurely lower, lightly raking her nails down his toned stomach. At least what he lacked in certain personable personality traits, he made up with a nice body.

She closed her eyes and let herself get a little lost in the moment, the feeling of his solid body underneath her, the dependable warmth of him pressed against her own bare skin, his skin against her lips and her tongue and the way his chest hitched when she spent just a little too long lavishing attention on one of his few sensitive spots. This was the moment Mary Jane loved, when everything faded away but the two of them and the way they fit together, and as much as she loved when he took reins and showed her just what he could do with that incredible body and those sticky fingers, there was something special about having him play helpless underneath her.

She looked up, an “I love you” on her lips. It died as soon as she saw the arched eyebrow and the quizzical look.

Are you going to hurry it up any time soon or what?

“You know what,” Mary Jane said, climbing off of him and stalking naked from the bedroom. “I’m getting a paper bag.”

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rosalyn51 · 5 years

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Inside ‘A Discovery of Witches’: Interview with Teresa Palmer & Matthew Goode

January 13, 2019 By Funmbi, WeSoNerdy

A Discovery of Witches finally premieres in the U.S. next week! In interviews with Teresa Palmer and Matthew Goode, they introduce us to this world and give us a glimpse of what fans can look forward to.

Friends, there are several reasons to be glad that 2019 is here; believe me when I tell you that A Discovery of Witches should be one of them!

The TV series is finally coming across the pond, and the entire first season of will premiere simultaneously on Sundance Now (AMC Networks’ direct-to-consumer SVOD service) and SHUDDER (premium streaming service for thriller, suspense, and horror) next Thursday, January 17, 2019 in the U.S. and Canada.

Thanks to our friends at AMC/Sundance TV, we were honored to be able to screen the full season of A Discovery of Witches, and I assure you that it’s the quality television we deserve. Teresa Palmer and Matthew Goode are a *MAJOR* reason why. These two *ARE* Diana Bishop and Matthew Clairmont. From the instant they’re are on-screen together, the chemistry sizzles. The tension and UST, the romance and obsession… you can’t help but be drawn in. Their individual storylines are also quite compelling, with Diana struggling with her identity as a witch and Clairmont’s concerns that vampires and other supernatural creatures are in danger of extinction. Book readers, as well as those experiencing A Discovery of Witches for the first time will definitely be satisfied.

To help get ready for the show, we have a series of interviews to share (courtesy of AMC/Sundance TV), starting with Teresa Palmer and Matthew Goode! [Over the next several days, we’ll also have interviews with Owen Teale (Peter Knox), Elarica Johnson (Juliette Durand), Greg McHugh (Hamish Osborne), Tanya Moodie (Agatha Wilson), and Alex Kingston (Sarah Bishop).]

In the interviews below, Teresa and Matthew walk us through the world of A Discovery of Witches, introducing us to their characters and stories, discussing the process of filming the series, and sharing why fans should be so excited.

***WARNING: The interviews get a bit spoiler-y, so beware!***

Teresa Palmer

Matthew Goode

More under the cut. Long post.

Teresa Palmer

First of all, tell us what you admire about your character, Diana.

I’ve really fallen in love with Diana, she’s such a dynamic character. You really see her go on quite a beautiful journey throughout the show. She is a hyper-intellectual woman, an academic, a historian. She is very focused on that. Diana is an incredibly powerful witch, and when we first meet her she is running away from her true self. As the series progresses, you see her start to really embrace and embody her own spirit and she just grows so much. She becomes really proud of being a witch and proud of having these powers. It’s such a beautiful message for everyone watching because it is all about celebrating who you are. That is what made me want to do the show.

Can you explain why Diana is a reluctant witch when we meet her in the first episode?

Diana has had a pretty traumatic childhood. She was raised by her aunties Sarah and Em because her parents were killed. They were both very powerful witches and her mother was descended from the Bridget Bishop, one of the first witches who was hung following the Salem Witch Trials, so her roots run very deep. Diana denies the powers associated with her bloodline because she was led to believe her parents were killed by ignorant humans who were afraid of witches. So, naturally, she is afraid to show any signs of being a witch to the outside world. I think that’s why she is so focused on her studies; it’s the one thing that keeps her grounded to a human-like quality and everything else is too scary for her.

What was it like stepping on to the set for the first time?

When I first walked into the Bodleian Library set it took my breath away. I really felt like I was truly there. The attention to detail that our designer James North has is unlike anything I’ve ever seen on a production I have been on. Gosh, it makes my job so much easier because I really believe I am in the library. I remember trying to hush people when we were in there before I thought,‘Oh yeah, this isn’t an actual library!’ It was just so easy to be in the skin of this person, and truly believe that I had spent every day in this library.

Do you enjoy doing stunts?

I have been in a lot of action films so I’ve done a lot of stunts in the past. I was in a film called Number Four where I was either flipping upside- down on wires or training with a stunt team for three months of a shoot. I was all excited to be up there and flipping around! I love being physical with a role.

How does your character first feel when she sees Matthew?

I think there is something between Diana and Matthew that is otherworldly. It is in the subconscious. They are supposed to be together. She knows immediately that he is a vampire. The first few meetings between them are probably my favourite, because there is this funny dynamic between them where he is really annoying to her and he is amused that he is annoying her. He is charismatic and handsome but there is something she can’t explain in words. She is drawn to him; they’re like two magnets for each other, it’s that really rare quality that you find in your soulmate. There are these twin flames that just have to be together.

How was filming with Lindsay Duncan?

Yes, so Ysabeau, is a tough lady. She is very cold at the start, the mother-in-law from hell. She is not accepting of Diana at all. But Lindsay is a dreamboat! I love her, she is so elegant and regal but loving and very committed to her craft. I instantly felt comfortable with her and I just loved being around her, which is so funny because it is such a polar opposite experience to that Diana has when she first meets Ysabeau.

What was it like to work with Matthew?

The best. I just love him, I adore him. He is funny and crazy and kooky and always up for a good laugh. One day on set we had a scene where we are talking about time-walking. We have this problem, Matthew and I, we get the giggles and when we have the giggles we can’t stop giggling. So, we ruined take after take. We would almost get there, he had one line to say, we almost made it through and then he lost it! He was on the ground laughing. He is like my brother; he is so cheeky and charming. We just have so much fun together.

What was it like to work with Alex Kingston and Valarie Pettiford?

I love those ladies so much! I actually said to Alex and Valarie that I really wish they were my real aunts. I would have loved to have grown up with those guys. We would have had so much fun and tea and hot chocolate at night time; they are just super loving, joyful women. They really are Sarah and Em to me – I see them as these characters and they have brought so much to them. I love the dynamic between Diana and Sarah, it’s a bit angsty, they rub up against each other but it’s really because they love each other. It’s really fun to get in there with Alex Kingston and play that up. I mean what a blessing – truly it’s been so lovely working with them both.

Owen Teale’s character Peter Knox is a witch. He is the head of the Congregation, but what kind of witch is he?

It’s interesting, you know when you think about witches a lot of the time you think about darkness and what I don’t think has been explored as much in film and TV is the idea of the light in witches. I think witches can choose one way or the other, and Peter Knox is very enticed by the dark side. You can see it in his eyes and the way Owen plays it – it’s quite frightening because he is very still and quiet, but the way he pushes emotion through his eyes is petrifying. Ultimately, Diana finds out that Knox wants to use her to get to the Book of Life/Ashmole 782, so he can wipe out the other species. Diana doesn’t want any part of that, and it becomes this horrible game of cat and mouse when he is trying to pursue her and pressure her into giving him Ashmole 782.

What can you tell us about Malin Buska’s character?

Malin is so brilliant as Satu, the intensity that comes through her eyes and just the way she is completely in the skin of who that character is. I don’t think Satu is inherently evil in any way, she is just very focused on her life as a witch and developing and nurturing her powers. But there are probably seeds of jealousy in there too. Satu has always been known as one of the most powerful witches, yet she doesn’t have the instinctual power Diana has. She’s had to work a lot harder at it than Diana.

What was your favourite location to film in?

The house that is Matthew Clairmont’s home is this big beautiful place called The Old Lodge. They had peacocks walking around in the front yard and a big fireplace as you walked in. It was just kooky, and I completely fell in love with it. Very romantic and magical and perfectly Matthew Clairmont.

Did you enjoy filming in Wales?

I’ve really become accustomed to living here, and I have made it my home now. My whole family came over, I have my sons here with my husband. My husband is actually shooting his own film right now called Freakerica up in Northern Wales, so he has really made it his home as well. My son’s school is here, we have our favourite vegan restaurant here. I have just made friends, I am really sad to leave. Fingers crossed we are coming back for another season because I have really fallen in love with Cardiff.

How would you sum up A Discovery of Witches?

It is a fantasy love story, it’s dramatic, and funny, and adventurous. It’s enticing and sexy and inspiring. It’s many things. It’s an incredibly magical adventure with very lovable characters.

Matthew Goode

Why did you want to be a part of this project?

I met Jane Tranter, who is a force of nature. I have never met anyone do a better take on a book that is 750 pages in absolute detail. By the end of that meeting I wanted to be a part of it because it sounded like an incredible world to inhabit. I’d never played a vampire before and there is a kind of a dark mythology to it. The whole point of A Discovery of Witches was that it was going to turn that on its head, it’s more about his involvement with this human woman. So, it has a love story and notions about equality. It has a lot to say about the politics of our time.

When people think of vampires and witches they think of Hammer horror and Twilight. What makes A Discovery of Witches different?

There have been many degrees of how people wanted to portray this extraordinary figure. Some of it is like Gary Oldman; the Count Dracula thing, which is great, but that is very Machiavellian and seems a lot darker. What I think is great about Deborah Harkness’s work is that it takes the nuances of that to a greater degree and sees them living in a modern society.

Tell us about your character and what attracted you to him?

Matthew Clairmont is a professor of biochemistry and an expert in genealogy. At the start, he is searching for the ancient manuscript, Ashmole 782. It talks about how vampires, daemons and witches came to be, and he’s been looking for it for hundreds of years. Matthew is so many different things: a chemist, a poet and he is also lethal. He is multi-faceted, but he is without love. So Matthew’s past and his involvement with Diana are confusing for him because he wants the manuscript but then he starts falling in love with her. Matthew doesn’t have all the answers yet and he is an intriguing figure – that’s what attracted me to him. He’s mysterious and charming but at the same time he’s deadly. It’s a lot to play.

Matthew is very guarded when it comes to love. How does he feel about Diana?

When he first meets her his only consideration is that he wants to find the Book of Life. Then, obviously, his opinion of witches is not great because of the wars that have been fought over many centuries. So, he first finds her quite intriguing. I think given the chance he would like to eat her because they are obsessed with witch blood, as witch blood sings to them. That’s how he talks about it: “I can hear your witches’ blood singing in your veins”. He has been training himself not to fall in love again but there is just something about her. When they first met there was a frisson between them. She, like him, does not judge other species. Her mind is also hugely important to him as it is what intrigues him. She is accepting of him and believes in him. And she is also going through her own journey of being attracted to someone that she isn’t supposed to be, being a witch and all that jazz.

What is the Congregation?

Over time, when humans started to be the ruling class, witches, vampires and daemons realised that if they were going to survive they had to keep the species separate and this council made up the rules of how they should live. Kind of like the Houses of Parliament for creatures. If anybody stepped out of line they’d be punished and have to be dealt with by this council. That is not to say that some of the people on the Congregation aren’t out for their own good. Gerbert, played by the wonderful Trevor Eve, and the de Clermonts have been warring forever despite both being vampires. So a power struggle exists not only between the daemons, witches and vampires but also between many of the families within each species.

On the subject of the de Clermont family: tell us about working with Lindsay Duncan.

She was everything I had hoped. She is one of the greatest human beings I have ever met, she is brilliant, but she is also hilarious. She brings a real gravitas and depth. Ysabeau is quite cold, I mean she is incredibly warm and fun in real life, but on this she is ice cold. She is such a pro, and it is just great to be in scenes with her.

Can you tell us a bit about the dance scene with Teresa?

So we didn’t actually have a lot of rehearsals which was a bit nerve racking. Teresa is a natural. I, on the other hand, have two left feet. She helped me get through it and we had a wonderful choreographer. It ended up being one of my favourite scenes in the entire series. Teresa is really fun to work with, we are like an old married couple now.

What’s the significance of that scene for your characters?

For Matthew, there is a fulfilment of duty as the head of the house, because he loves his mother (Ysabeau) dearly, not to mention wanting to protect her. He is not quite himself when he is there; he is quite reserved and polite because Ysabeau holds a deep wound. The reason he dances with Diana is to try to show to his mother that she isn’t just any old witch and she is special to him.

Could you describe the set?

Two words: James North. I think he is going to be one of the greatest set designers of our time. This is a fantastic set! The Bodleian Library was how we started – James built it and it was staggering, the Witches’ Archive is magnificent. I wanted it to be my office. My favourite set is Sarah and Em’s house. It feels like the house you’ve always wanted to live in in the countryside. It’s just beautiful, the detail is amazing.

#matthew goode #matthewgoode #matthew clairmont #teresa palmer #a discovery of witches

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~~~~A Girl and A God~~~~ Chapter 19- Unexpected

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A Girl and A God is a RATED M Loki Fanfic with an original character, Alexa, who is taken in by Tony Stark after the revelation of abilities of her own. There’s sex, romance, heartbreak, action, fluff, angst, all that good stuff. Full description in blog, and a jump-to-chapter list if you just want the smut or the cuteness bits. Enjoy <3

Chapter Summary: Loki and Alexa spend a cute morning together, then they are given an unexpected surprise...

Contains: cuteness, friendship development

Word Count: 1,661

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The next morning, Loki woke to a wonderfully sweet aroma filling their room. Alexa was at the small stove, messing with something in a pan.

She’d gotten bored that morning and decided to make Loki breakfast.

Without warning, she felt his cool hands wrapping around her waist. She took a sharp breath in, then immediately calmed at the sound of his voice.

“Good morning petal” he spoke softly in her ear with his warm, deep voice. “What are you preparing for me?”

“Bold to assume it’s for you” Alexa smiled.

He nibbled her ear gently, causing her heart rate to speed up. “Bold to assume I wouldn’t steal it if it wasn’t.” His tone was so smooth and deep beyond sexy in the morning. It gave Alexa chills.

He unwrapped his bare arms from around her and looked at what she was doing.

“They’re called Crepes. Have you had them before?”

She glanced back at Loki who shook his head.

“They’re my favorite breakfast food.” She scooped up the one in her pan and flipped it onto a plate. “You fill it with all this. You can make it however you want. There’s berries, powdered sugar, chocolate syrup, lemon juice, yogurt, and a bunch of other stuff.”

Loki listened intently. “Well, it smells delicious.”

“It is. Oh and whipped cream. My favorite combination is whipped cream, raspberries, powdered sugar, and a dash of lemon juice.” She created her masterpiece as she spoke, and he watched her. When she shook up the whipped cream and dispensed it, she saw him raise his eyebrows. “What in Valhalla is that…”

“Oh, it’s whipped cream.” Suddenly, Alexa got brave in front of her shirtless god. She dispensed some on her finger, walked so close to him they were chest to chest and held it up to his mouth. He looked at her, surprised, then saw the mischievous look on her face and she saw the corner of his mouth upturn. He took her cream-covered finger into his mouth and sucked on it a bit, then licked it for good measure.

“Mmm,” he hummed. “That is unexpectedly delightful.” He knew it had aroused her, and he saw her blush to prove it.

As she set the table, Alexa had a nagging question and had to break the mood. “Loki… I have a question.”

He raised his eyebrows at her expectantly.

“Why are you always so cold? Like I’ve just noticed with little things. Like your tongue and mouth are cold, and your bare skin… you always seem unnaturally chilling. Is that just me? Is it a god thing? or Asgardian thing?”

His demeanor changed entirely. “No Petal- it’s not just you. It’s part of me I really don’t want to share at the moment.” He touched her chin, tilting her head up. “I want to enjoy this breakfast with you, and I will explain it later.” He smiled warmly, kissed her forehead, and turned back to the counter to prepare his food.

Alexa was not one to let things go, she wanted an answer. But the fact that he wanted to spend the morning with her warmed her heart and she forced herself to wait.

He loaded his crepes with berries and sugar as she had. Alexa sat at the table and ate, and Loki soon joined her with his food. His first bite left his face looking surprised. “I must say your Midguardian food continues to surprise me.” He said as he cut another bite with his fork.

Alexa was about to reply when she heard a knock.

Both their eyes widened and she frantically stood up and roughly whispered. “Hide fucking hide!”

Loki slipped silently into the bathroom and Alexa put his dish on the counter so it wouldn’t look like the table was seated for two. Whoever was at the door knocked again.

“Coming!” She rushed over, took a deep breath, smoothed herself out, and opened the door.

Peter.

“Ok so I know this is weird and it’s early and I’m sorry cuz you were probably asleep but maybe not cuz u live on moon juice or whatever right, but I found something and I didn’t know what to do so I picked it up and I thought if I went to anyone else they’d make me get rid of it or something and I don’t want to and I don’t know what to do.”

“Peter… What?”

He pulled a kitten out of his sweatshirt.

There was a moment of confused silence.

“Peter why the fuck… why do you have a kitten”

“I just told you I found it and it’s really cute right and, ok so I found it cuz I went to McDonald’s because I wanted hash browns and this guy had a whole box of them so I was like aww cute right and then someone else came and was looking at them and I went inside and ate my hash browns and then I came back out cuz I was done and there was literally just one kitten left and The guy was all like “this one has your name on it kid” and I was like no cuz I live in Avengers tower and like I don’t think they allow pets right but it’s not like I signed a lease or whatever so I don’t know, but of course I didn’t say that to the old guy I was just like “no thanks” and then he set down the box and was like it’s yours and I didn’t know what to do but he left and there was just the one and I had to come back but now I have a kitten.”

Alexa stared blankly at him for a moment. “Peter what the fuck”

“Could you keep it in here? Just cuz like I don’t have a way of keeping it because Mr. Stark is always coming in my room you know and like talking to me about training or helping me train or making me meet a new bodyguard because they quit a lot and I really don’t think Mr. Stark would like Thunder.”

“Thunder?”

“Oh yeah cuz he’s gray I thought his name could be Thunder but like we don’t have to name him that I just thought it fit him with his paws cuz they seem too big for his body and I just think if we could keep him here, and then I could take care of him you’d just have to let me in now and then. Then we could also hang out more too cuz like I thought that maybe we could be friends because everyone else here is literally like a thousand years old, I mean a couple of them actually are let’s be real. So will you do it? Can he stay here?”

He didn’t know how much he was asking. Having him pop in and out all the time would seriously endanger Loki to being found out.

“Peter I really can’t…”

Upon seeing he was about to get rejected, he got a little more desperate.

He tilted his head and began to beg her. “Pleaseee please please cats are like so low maintenance and I’ll buy everything just please…”

“Oh my god, fine Peter I’ll-”

“Oh my god YES thank you so much I will go get everything and we can keep it a secret ok and do you want to name it Thunder?”

Alexa looked down at the little cat. “Sure, why not.”

“Ok sweet I will deal with all of it thank you thank you thank-”

Alexa cut him off. “Ok but you need to understand something. You ALWAYS knock ok? And I’ll take care of him most of the time just if you get the supplies and come by when you want to play with it then that will be fine.”

“Ok sweet I will do that okay and here you go, he’s still really fragile and I think he likes cheez-its, but I’ll get him real kitten food and all that”

“Ok Peter. I’m gonna go back in my room now.”

“Right ok so bye I’ll see you later then thank you so much.”

She shut the door. Holding a kitten.

Loki walked out of the bathroom. He walked up to her, and she realized what a mistake she’d just made when she saw his face. “Have you gone mad?” He spat.

The kitten chose that moment to let out a tiny, high pitched “mew”

He stared at the creature, then at Alexa. “We are on day one of this and you’ve given access to our room to that loose cannon of a boy?”

Alexa was quiet. “ I know. I’m sorry. I really think it will be fine I told him to always knock and…”

“What you’ve done was foolish. What if stark hears about this creature and decides to check in on me?”

“I’m sorry Loki.” He turned away from her, grabbing at his hair.

“I just, I kind of also wanted a pet.”

He turned and looked at her. “Why? Are you so lonely? I’m right here. I’m bloody locked in your room. I don’t understand why you would have a desire for this infant mammal.”

“Because, Loki... You sleep.”

Loki looked at her and realized he hadn’t thought about what she had to do for all those hours of the night, and how no one was awake but her. He looked at the kitten again and sighed.

“Thunder, is it?”

“I guess so”

She vaguely heard Loki mutter something under his breath something about the concept of Thunder and it’s unending capacity to fuck up his life.

Loki reached down and picked him up. “The name suits the bastard,” he said roughly. Alexa was looking at the animal, a bit worried for it in Loki’s large, tense hands.

His anger had calmed. “I suppose if it pleases you…” and handed the furball back to her.

#Loki #lokilove #lokioc #loki fanfiction #lokifanfiction #loki feels #lokicute #A Girl and A God #Fanfiction #fanfic #loki fanfic #loki x oc

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kindabraveandlittlestupid · 6 years

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Couples Costumes

So Halloween snuck up on me this year because it’s fucking tomorrow and I kinda forgot about it with all the things on the news. I had a handful of Halloween related posts that I wanted to post and while I managed to get a few done, the ones that require some photoshop work are still on my ‘To Do List’. Clearly, I went a little overboard with my post here posting 45 Halloween Costumes above (I am counting the classic Batman Costumes and the Wayne/Garth pics as just two costumes, so yes my math is sound).

I WAS planning to do a Velma/Shaggy or Salt/Snail costume with my S.O. but I am remarkably alone yet again, woe is me and my pity party. ^_^ Not being a downer, I promise. *Slaps Cheeks* Back on topic, Michael! You're rambling again. Yeah so here is a list of costumes. I might make another list next year but let's be honest the best couples costumes will be on this post. If you have your ideas/suggests I love to hear/see them in the notes.

Cartoons

Ash & Misty (Pokemon) - Kind of a classic costume these days as they are both iconic. Who wouldn't want to see their girlfriend in some jean shorts tiny yellow tank top? Misty can be switched out for sexy Pikachu.

Bob & Louise (Bob’s Burgers) - Lots of great characters in the show but none better than Bob and Louise (sorry Tina fans). This would be a fun outfit to host a party and cook burgers. Just a thought.

Birdman & Birdgirl (Harvey Birdman Attorney at Law) - Fun costume for Adult Swim lovers. I love for my girlfriend to do that inner monologue out in the open the way Birdgirl does. I could also switch Harvey out for Phil because “Ha Ha Naughty”.

Max & Roxanne (Goofy Movie) - Simple costume with some paint on the nose and select clothes. I suspect only the 80′s thru 90′s kids would make the connection but the Z Generation has proved me wrong before.

Wanda & Cosmo (Fairly Oddparents) - Not my favorite costume set but one that would be fun if we had a kid who we were fairy godparents too.

Curious Georgia & Man in the Yellow Hat (Curious George) - This is all the excuse you need to jump on my back or my front or my bed.

Alice & The White Rabbit (Alice in Wonderland) - Alice in Wonderland has lots of males to dress up as between the March Hare, White Rabbit, Mad Hatter and more. I am sure you girls like options.

Lilo & Stitch (Lilo & Stitch) - If I had four arms the sexy stuff we would do in bed but I don't sadly. However, I can make a great stitch voice not that a cartoon voice does much for you.

Jack Skellington & Sally (Nightmare Before Christmas) - I might be too broad shouldered for this sort of couples costume but if my partner is willing I am game.

Mavis & Jonathan (Hotel Transylvania) - Mavis is perhaps a little to cute. I mean kind of a strange crush on a little vampire girl, so yeah I am not against someone cosplaying her for me.

Nick Wilde & Judy Hopps (Zootopia) - A little bit anthropomorphizing of Nick and Judy but they got good chemistry and so do we.

Spinelli & T.J. (Recess) - Not to take an innocent toon in a wrong direction but you know they probably smoked weed in high school together and T.J. convinces her to wear a dress for prom but no doubt still has her boots on. They make a cute couple to say the least.

Finn & Fionna (Adventure Time) - Heroes of Adventure Time! Sadly (not really sad about that) I am not blonde but we can always up on some

Velma & Shaggy (Scooby Doo) - Yet another cartoon crush. I like a nerd and a little thick Velma.

Fred & Wilma (The Flintstones) - Costumes are epic enough being basically caveman tunics. I can get behind this costume more if we had a Pebbles or Bam Bam to take out trick or treating.

Movies

Black Widow & Captain America (Avengers) - If I could afford it I would be Stark. If my hair was longer I would be Thor. Perhaps Hawkeye would be a better pairing. Regardless Black Widow is a woman among many men. This means you get your pick of which hero I dress up as.

Sam & Suzy (Sunrise Kingdom) - Kind of a hipster approach towards Halloween but sometimes being a nitch audience is ok.

Max & Furiosa (Mad Max) - If my girlfriend had a buzzed head, (for whatever reason that was) Mad Max would be an awesome costume to do together.

Mask & Tina Carlyle (The Mask) - I am a big Jim Carry fan so any excuse to dress up as his characters is a win. Camren Diaz was also smoking hot in this film.

Ash & Sheila (Army of Darkness) - Ash is pretty badass and the number 1 reason to dress as him is to have a chainsaw on your hand and double barrel shotgun on your back.

Dorthy & Scarecrow (Wizard of Oz) - I can also be a Tinman or Lion for your pleasure. That and you can be a green witch... no, I think prefer Dorthy.

Mary Poppins & Bert (Mary Poppins) - This costume would be so much better if I could sing or dance but I can't so I won't.

Aragorn & Arwen (Lord of the Rings) - If I find a woman into the Lord of the Rings (and Game of Thrones) she might be a keeper.

Harry Potter & Hermione Granger (Harry Potter) - Am I the only one who is upset Harry didn't hook up with Hermione? Am I the only one upset Emma Watson didn't hook up with me? Am I rambling? Should I shut up now?

Peter & Gamora (Guardians of the Galaxy) - Might easily be my favorite couple in the MCU. Gonna be a long night painting my girlfriend green.

Beetlejuice & Miss Argentina (Beetlejuice) - Again painting the girlfriend green and myself white! I suppose you could be Lydia and I can actually do a great impression of Michael Keaton's Beetlejuice.

Morticia & Gomez Addams (The Addams Family) - I would pay Thing if I could but sadly I can not disembody may hand and have it run around. I will have to settle for Gomez but your free to pick between Morticia or Wednesday.

Wayne & Garth (Waynes World) - Playing to males? Meh sure. I loved this movie and I don't mind some cross-dressing for my partner. Just gonna be weird when Wayne makes out with Garth.

Shows

Burt Macklin & Janet Snakehole (Parks and Rec) - I am a special agent on a mission and your a wealthy widow with a secret. Only Parks and Recs fans will get this and that's just fucking great. Two rules though we don't break character and if I find a Johnny Karate, I must fight him.

Dexter Morgan & Hannah McKay (Dexter) - Might have been one of the hottest love scenes in a TV show ever. This costume works well with the plastic wrap and doubly fun to take it off you later.

Eleven & Mike (Stranger Things) - Pretty adorable couple on screen. Not sure about Season 2′s ‘rebel’ storyline in the city but still awesome all the same. I can't wait for season 3.

Batgirl/Catwoman & Batman (Batman Show) - I’m Batman. *Coughs* I mean I am dressed as Batman. The 1960′s Batman costume were simple but fun. Woman didnt look bad at all in their costumes either.

Daredevil & Electra (Daredevil) - I may keep it simple with the black mask and black shirt combo over the body armor. The good thing about those Marvel shows is the outfits are basic as hell.

William Riker & Deanna Troi (Star Trek) - Loved the TNG. Loved Star Trek. Can't go wrong with simple clothes and the Starfleet badge.

Comics/Video Games

Wonder Woman & Superman (DC Comics) - Open to interpretation about which Superman or Wonderwoman we are dressing up as. I have to admit the Wonder Woman movie costume was awesome.

Batman & Catwoman (DC Comics) - Few romances have ever been so ‘Cat and Mouse’ or rather ‘Bat and Cat’ than that of Batman and Catwoman. The skin-tight body suit and whip make Catwoman all that much alluring. You can decide if you want to go TV show, Cartoon, Comics, Video Game or Movie versions of Selena Kyle.

Rogue & Gambit (Marvel Comics) - A man with deep love and a woman who can never be touched by him (at least skin to skin). This is some Shakespeare level tragedy for this lovely duo.

Spiderman & Black Cat (Marvel Comics) - What can I say its the costume on Black Cat...

Link & Zelda (Legend of Zelda) - I am totally open to also as playing as Ganon if you want me to capture you and tie you down to the bed.

Misc

Mimes - A whole day of not talking to one another and miming shit out?! Sounds horrible lets just talk in private when no one is looking.

Fireman & Dalmation Girl - Who’s a good girl? Who’s a good girl? You are! Yes you are!

Little Red & Big Bad Wolf - I won't lie 90% of the reason this costume works is that it leads to sexy time in the bedroom.

Waldo & Wanda - We go to Good Will, buy a bunch of random junk. Write Property of Waldo on it and leave it around the neighborhood all night long. We can set up a Waldo themed house so people can bring items back to us.

Snail & Salt Shaker - Oh ho ho am I clever? Probably not someone has been bound to make a costume like this before. I think it be fun for you to avoid me the whole part as I walk around as a Salt Shaker.

Frankenstein & Bride of Frankenstein - Classic movie costume and its really all about the hair for the bride. I can imagine this being a big hit with the kids and fun for a monster movie night.

Regards Michael California

#Halloween #Happy Halloween #All Hallows Eve #Couples Costumes #Relationships #Couples #Costumes

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cocoarosalia · 6 years

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Truth or Shot (LadyNoir)

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“Chat, i don't know about this” Ladybug said eyeing the high end bottle of tequila between them and the makeshift spinner that was aimed right at her.

“What’s not to know” Chat Noir rebutted with his famous sly smile.

“Truth or shot?”

When Ladybug asked Chat to be her drinking partner this wasn’t even close to what she had in mind. And yet, she shouldn’t have expected anything less from his usual grandiose theatrics. Especially after her tearful cries to him for comfort.

And it was so stupid too. What did it matter that her boyfriend for the past 6 months suddenly just decided to up and ditch her for some skank with massive tits? Wasn’t her fault she wasn’t packing a pair of state fair, blue ribbon watermelons under her shirt. But even with that ladybug still found herself buying the biggest bottle of vodka her wallet could muster and crying to chat to drink with her until she forgot who she really was under the mask. He agreed but only on two conditions.

A) she let him buy the alcohol for the occasion (because according to him her choice was “insultingly cheap”)

B) that they drink it his way (“What’s the point in destroying bad thoughts if you can’t have a little fun”)

Had she have known that his way consisted of a russian roulette of shots and dirty black secrets she would’ve easily settled on just chugging it alone in her apartment until she passed out watching old cartoons. But that was just the effect Chat had on her. One teasing smile and a gaze into those way too sexy emerald eyes and she could follow him to the ends of the earth.

Which coincidentally happened to be at the bottom of a Don Julio bottle.

Ladybug eyed the clear bottle again. On the one hand she could just keep everything buried in the shadows and just drink to her stomach’s discontent. On the other hand was the fact that she knew she had rather loose lips once alcohol got involved. So the way she saw it it was either voluntary truth or involuntary spewing of information….

She’d rather be aware of her stupidness first-hand

“Alright kitty, what do you wanna know?”

God, she could feel her hands pricking with pins and needles as she awaited her dreaded fate. This was such a stupid idea and she knew it but she was desperate for mental escape. But what would he ask? Would he ask of her identity, her true feelings of him, something even worse? Her heart beat erratically as she stared down his alluringly green eyes. She steeled her nerves, prepared to deflect anything.

“Last tuesday when you said my new scarf looked dumb and then said you were kidding...did you actually mean that?”

Oh that’s right, this is chat we’re talking about...he’s about as deep as water poured on a glass counter

Ladybug groaned in a mix of relief and annoyance “Yes kitty I meant that. The scarf actually brought out your eyes quite nicely”

“Works for me!” He grinned with his usual boyish charm. Taking the tequila bottle by the neck he carefully poured himself a shot and tipped it back. She couldn’t contain her composure as she snorted at his face twisted in disgust.

“Now explain to me why YOU’RE the one drinking again?”

“Oh simple” he said casually “Refuse to answer, you drink. Decide to answer, I drink”

“So either way, one of us is getting smashed”

“Or both of us, depending on how the night goes”

Ladybug’s lips split into an eager smile. “Sounds fair to me” She took hold of the spinner and whipped it around “Now let’s see how far we can really go”

Unsurprisingly, the arrow landed on everyone’s favorite feline. She looked at his face for any kind of discomfort but it appeared his poker face was air tight as he balanced his shot glass on the tip of his nose.

“Well kitty?” she said, leaning back into her chair atop a cafe roof “Pick your poison”

“Ooo sexy choice of words my lady” Chat replied, still relaxed in his own chair “But for the sake of fun i’ll choose truth”

Ladybug drummed her fingers along her chin, humming absently while she thought about her question. When it finally hit her, her eager smile slid into something more devious and rather mischievous.

“What was the last thing you searched on your phone”

A flurry of giggles spilled from her lips as she watched Chat nearly fall out of his chair and directly onto his poor kitty cat ears.

“W-why do you wanna know that?” He demanded

She smirked at his clear discomfort “Because either I get to learn about all those naughty fanfics that I KNOW you read on your off time OR I get to see you squirm and down another shot”

Ladybug was really starting to turn her opinion around on this whole game of his since it meant watching the inner machinations of her poor kitty’s mind (which of course amounted to nothing more than a knocked over milk carton). Chat wracked his brain endlessly for some type of loophole out of this, but, sadly he could find none and had to concede defeat.

He straightened out his back and cleared his throat. Ladybug rolled her eyes, all of this for a silly secret. What a ham.

“The last thing I looked at were porn fics about us”

She was stunned silent. She didn’t think he’d actually admit it! She moved to blindly just pour herself a shot but then paused. What if he was lying? Even better, if he was telling the truth...just how filthy were these fics of his?

“I’d like your phone please minou” She said plainly

Chat’s eyes were as wide as the twinkling moon above them “FOR WHAT!? I told the truth”

Ladybug clicked her teeth disapprovingly “Now kitty, such an outlandish answer demands proof don’t you think?”

“Not really, no”

she swooped up his phone into her hands before he could even have time to blink “Isn’t that unfortunate for you then”

She fully expected for him to be lying, covering up something more embarrassing under something lewd and outrageous

Oh how she only wished

Pages upon pages, bookmarks beyond bookmarks of various levels of smut were plastered along his phone screen. And the worse part was that it ranged! One minute she could be glancing over a sweet intimate peace on them revealing themselves to one another and in a heartwarming flurry of emotions they would pour out their love in a beautiful show of trust and acceptance….

And the next she’s reading one where Chat has her strung up in a hotel room with a vibrator shoved up between her legs while he’s smacking her ass and she’s calling him sir and begging for more

Suffice it to say the cat was well out of its bag

Ladybug gently put the phone down with her face matching well to her suit and was instantly met with both shot glasses filled to the brim being pushed her way. She glanced up at him, considering protesting but his reply left her with nothing to combat against

“One is for me telling the truth. The other is for putting me through that humiliation”

She sighed and bravely downed both shots, the plan was to get wasted after all

Shortly after that little fiasco the pair fell into something of a rhythm. They asked about each other’s lives and families, experiences and regrets and within about 3 shots each they were pretty fucking comfortable with one another.

“Did your parents ever give you the birds and bees talk?”

“My father? Not a chance in hell. The man tossed me a ‘my body and me’ book and never looked back. Have you ever, you know, ‘walked in’ on your parents?”

“I so supremely do NOT want to relive that trauma (I still will never look at marshmallows the same ever again) so I move to drink.”

“Booo lame ladybug”

“Oh shut up you weren’t there in the fall of my 11th year”

“Was it really that bad-”

“YES IT WAS THAT BAD NOW LET ME DESTROY THE MEMORIES IN ALCOHOL”

It was about 4 more shots in and the realization that, yes, Ladybug has had a wardrobe malfunction once before (AND ON THE ONE DAY HE HAD TO TAKE OFF FOR OTHER WORK) that she began to finally feel all the booze hit her system. Suddenly the space around her began to feel hazy and warm while her suit felt itchy and too tight. Her glazed eyes peered over at chat gulping down another shot. And then, she had that thought. The kind of thought that only borderline drunks and rabid fangirls has.

Chat was stupidly attractive

Ok, obviously she’d never say he was bad looking at all but he was a FAR cry from what he used to look like when they were just plucky teenagers trying to figure out what the hell a hormone even was. He used to be nothing but skin and bone, Lithe, lanky, and in much need of a well cooked homemade meal. Not to mention his speech wasn’t much better with his sizeable collection of horrendous puns and white knight way of “courting” her. It was cute and all, maybe even charming sometimes, but she never felt anything more than a fluttering crush that would peter out under the immense weight of her puppy love crush on Adrien Agreste.

But somewhere in between their usherance into adulthood and agreeing that fucking during work time would NOT be the best use of their time, Chat decided to get all….stimulating.

I mean just a heads up that he would run off and be remodeled into the son of Adonis himself would’ve been appreciated. He grew to a dizzying 6”3 seemingly overnight, towering over her tiny frame and taking an annoying amount of pleasure from their height difference. He grew his hair out longer and was apparently hitting the gym EVERY. FUCKING. DAY cause while he wasn’t a beef cake he definitely was not the one you’d wanna fuck with in a bar fight

But on a rooftop with all her inhibitors drowned in a sea of Don Julio?

She’d fuck with him. Ohhhh She’d fuck with him goooooood.

Ladybug suddenly stood up from her seat and slowly raked her eyes over Chat’s sculpted body. He looked at her with a confused expression. ‘He has no idea, does he?’ She mused ‘That makes this even more fun’.

It was as if her body was running completely on autopilot, operating on nothing but blind desire. She sauntered her way to the other side of the table, her hips swaying to an almost exaggerated extent. She could tell that Chat was getting antsy now, his tail flicking around nervously. She was getting way too close for someone not saying a word.

So when she just plopped herself onto his lap and wrapped her arms possessively around his neck it was like the air was being knocked clean out of him.

“W-woah there cowgirl!” He sputtered nervously “I think your seat is on the other side of that table over there”

Ladybug ignored him, much to his dismay. She just pressed her body in closer, the smell of the alcohol seeping from her lips. It left his mind empty for a moment. Normally the smell of alcohol made him feel a little nauseous but with it being mixed with her cherry gum that she must’ve been chewing earlier it left him with a all too familiar tingle sitting at the meeting of his legs. She really needed to hop off him...preferably sooner rather than later.

She lifted her head from the cook of his neck and looked up at him. Damn, she was even cuter and sexier up close. Age clearly did wonders for his favorite bug. Her face still had its usual plush cheeks, dotted with freckled that looked like stars dancing across her face. And she even stayed pretty much the same height (to which he will never get over since it meant he could plop his head atop hers which, come on, who wouldn’t). But she must’ve sold her first born to Aphrodite cause when they met she was as thin as paper with the non-existent curves to match.

But now?

Now, she apparently just decided to have the body of a valley with abs of military grade steel and an ass that just refuses to quit (that he would honestly murder for). She was all the woman he could dream and drool for, powerful and athletic but still quite huggable after a bad day

And let him reiterate...she REALLY needs to hop off him

“Kitty” She sang sweetly in his ear “Let’s keep drinking”

Chat laughed nervously “I would say sure but first you’d need to be off of my lap for me to reach it and second I think you’ve had just about enough liquid courage in your system.”

She puffed out her cheeks defiantly. “Bullshit” She slurred out “I can get it my damn self! Just stay right here”

…….

“Oh this isn’t even fair”

Ladybug sat up on her knees, still nested comfortably on top of his legs and stretched herself backward to grab the bottle off the table. He had to hold on to her lower back with both hands just to keep her from falling off. Chat suddenly got a full open view of her smooth plane of stomach, delicately sculpted abs and soft peaks of breasts.

His mouth felt horribly dry, and there was really only one way he wanted to quench it

“Hah! Told you I could do it!” She exclaimed when she sat back up. Ladybug was a giggling mess, but not entirely at random. She knew what she was doing and she knew EXACTLY how it was affecting her favorite feline (These suits are obscenely thin). But she didn’t care. Chat wasn’t kidding about that liquid courage thing either, she felt like she could do anything her little heart desired. And unfortunately for his self-control that meant him.

“Congrats buginette but that still doesn’t change the fact that-”

“Chaton” She interrupted, the booze lightly clutched in her hand “Where do you go when we don’t patrol together”

He initially thought she was joking, teasing him about being unfaithful or something. Her eyes spoke to him differently though. There was a kind of mirth behind her eyes, a playfulness that gave him a feeling of high alert. This was still a game to her. But to what end? He hadn’t the slightest clue.

He attempted to laugh it off “Don’t tell me you think i’m swaying my tail for another superhero. I’m a one cat woman, Ladybug. Plus you could easily snap me in half over your knee so I’d rather not cheat on you”

He petted her head softly. If he could just lull her into passing out on his chest then he can just drop her off at her apartment and deal with his own biological problem in the comfort of his own apartment with some well written smut (Satisfaction Brought It Back, here he comes!). But Ladybug wasn’t giving in that easy.

She shook off his warm hand and started to giggle drunkenly “Someone’s a liar~” She cooed “That means that it’s BOTTOM’S UP KITTY CAT!”

Chat suddenly had the tequila bottle forced up against his lips. He swallowed down two big gulps of the burning liquid and spat out the rest. Ladybug laughed almost maniacally at his predicament.

“Christ that burns” Chat said after catching his breath “And are you insane? I’m not lying!”

Her laughing dyed down to a light chuckle “That’s not what that cute baker girl told me~”

The color that once painted his face was dyed a complete white. There’s no way she knew. He always waited at least 5 minutes before approaching her apartment. She’s just crazy! Yea...she was just being a crazy, deluded drunk…

Right?

Her lips were just a hair’s breadth away from his ear “From what I hear, you’ve been visiting that Marinette girl eeeevery night when you’re not with me”

“A-and what about you” He said defensively “It’s not like you’ve been able to keep your hands to yourself around that model Adrien….A-at least from what I’ve heard anyway”

Honestly he couldn’t care less that she was more into him as a civilian than a hero. As time wore on and they got older he realized that if she liked him one way then chances were that she’d like him the other way too. He was honestly just being a pussy about the whole thing but figured that he’d wait until she was ready. Until then he had no problem playing her mystery lover that she could visit in the dead of night. His window will always be open for her.

Ladybug hummed in agreement “Hmm that is true I do enjoy rocking his little model world whenever I can”

‘I know she’s talking about me but that salt doesn’t burn any less’

“But the way I see it” Her eyes darkened with a predatory hunger “He’s not here right now, is he?”

Chat felt like he was having an out of body experience. Ladybug, his partner in justice, woman of his heart and subsequent wet dreams was currently smacking her cherry alcohol tasting lips to his. It was all he had ever wished for in the dead of night. He had reached his nirvana!

….until his stupid conscious had to come kicking him in his leather bound tail

He let out a small whimper of regret. He could feel Ladybug just starting to poke her tongue through his lips right before he took hold of her face. He pulled her away and caught his breath. The look in her eyes set his whole body on fire, eyes foggy with wanton desire and lips tinted pink with what little kissing she could get in. Fuck, he wasn’t drunk enough for this!

“Look,” He said reluctantly “I want this, sweet merciful christ I want this so fucking bad it quite literally hurts to not have my tongue down your throat right now.” He sighed for what felt like the 15th time that night “But I am a gentleman first and I won’t take advantage of you like this. You’re drunk, possibly emotionally damaged as well, and it would honestly be scummy of me to prey on that just because I want to fuck you into the morning light. I’m taking you home, you’re gonna go to bed and we’re gonna forget any of this even happened. Plus, who knows, you might just reconcile with your ex or some sappy shit like that”

“Well that’s fucking stupid”

Huh?

Ladybug honestly looked annoyed by his impassioned speech. She put the alcohol back onto the table and wrapped her arms back around Chat’s neck. She even wiggled her butt on his lap to punish him a little.

“I don’t give a ripe, flying fuck about that dickless fuckboy.”

Chat doesn’t think he’s ever heard her say fuck so many times in a sentence….it was honestly super hot

“As much as i’ve been fucking Adrien I know he has his sights on another. So I’m currently 0-2 on getting consistent dick and it’s making me want to beat the nearest criminal till he bleeds out”

‘This feels like a one-sided conversation and I genuinely do not care’

“Now you listen here, kitty cat. I like you. Hell, I think I might even love you. Certainly enough to have been wanting to fuck you since entering college. So are you gonna let me have what I want?”

‘This night could not possibly get any better!’

He leaned in to give her everything he had and more but paused ‘Oh wait. Yes it can!’

“One question before we wake up the neighborhood”

Ladybug clicked her tongue in irritation “What now?”

Chat laughed at her eagerness and nestled in her chest “What exactly was your ex’s name anyway?”

“What does that matter?” She was getting impatient, how cute

“Because,” Chat dropped his suit and looked up at her with a dangerously playful look in his eye “Famous model Adrien Agreste wants to make sure he calls him by the right name while i’m bragging about how good i’m giving it to you”

Ladybug didn’t even bother making a show out of dropping her suit as she grabbed the tequila one last time, taking a massive swig “His name was Liam”

Adrien took it from her hands and swallowed the rest

“Let’s see if we can make you forget that”

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inquisitorextraordinaire · 7 years

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Pssssst your character music is good do you have playlists or songs for your friends' OCs too??? Will you share? *~*

oh fuck where do you people come from. (God dammit Kay if this is you YOU COULD HAVE JUST ASKED.)

Okay, first I’ll do @caezsucksdangs OCs because they have A LOT LESS THAN KAY.

P.S. sorry if there’s a bit of overlap from my other list…

Caez:

- “Flawed Design” by Stabilo

- “Body” by Mother Mother

- “Ghost Towns” by Radical Face

- “Try To Change” by Mother Mother

- “Red Stars” by The Birthday Massacre

- “My Skin” by Natalie Merchant

- “The Devil Within” by Digital Daggers

- “It Took Me By Surprise” by Marina Mena

- “The Beast” by Imogen Heap

- “River Below” by Billy Talent

- “Ignorance” by Paramore

- “Smother” by Mother

- “Broken Tines” by Casey Lalonde

- “Disintegration” by Monarchy

- “Always Hate Me” by James Blunt

- “Heaven” by Messengers

- “Black Sheep” by Metric

- “Girls/Girls/Boys” by Panic! At the Disco (Ollie Piano Cover)

- “Mists Of Avalon” by Peter Jeremias

- “Run Or Die” by Christian Baczyk

- “Set Fire To The Third Bar” by Snow Patrol

- “Dread In My Heart” by Mother Mother

- “EET” by Regina Spektor

- “Arsonist’s Lullaby” by Hozier

Stix:

- “You’re Not Good Enough” by Blood Orange

- “Family Portrait” by Radical Face

- “I Found” by Amber Run

- “Guillotine” by Yadi

- “Don’t Let Me Down” by The Chainsmokers

- “Stronger” by Kanye West (RaveJaxx Remix)

- “Yin Yang” by USS

- “Where The Lonely Ones Roam” by Digital Daggers

- “Die In A Fire” by The Living Tombstone

- “Everytime” by Broods

- “Buzzcut Season” by Lorde

- “Headstrong” by Trapt

- “Almost Human” by Monarchy

- “East Of Eden” by Zella Day (Matstubs Remix)

- “Dorian” by Agnes Obel

- “Ocean Eyes” by Billie Eilish

- “Oh Be Clever” by River

- “Wolf” by Leø

- “All You Are” by Memtrix

- “Pessimist” by Koven and Memtrix

- “The Good In Me” by Jon Bellion

- “Fuqboi” by Hey Violet

- “We Ride As One” by James Paget

- “Never Be Like You” by Flume (Crywolf Cover)

- “Colours” by Halsey (Stripped Version)

- “The Real Thing” by Forget Tomorrow

- “Francis Forever” by Mitski

- “I Bet On Losing Dogs” by Mitski

- “Mistakes Like This” by Prelow

- “Between The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea” by XYLØ

- “Believer” by Imagine Dragons

Geht:

- “Ava” by Famy

- “Always Gold” by Radical Face

- “Iscariot” by Walk the Moon

- “Make You Better” by The Decemberists

- “Until You Were Gone” by The Chainsmokers

- “The Run And Go” by Twenty-One Pilots

- “When You Were Young” by The Killers (Kier Kemp Cover)

- “Here Comes The Hotstepper” by Ini Kamoze (Yuksek Remix)

- “You Can’t Hate Me As Much As I Do” by Casey Lalonde

- “Last Resort” by Papa Roach

- “Jesus Christ” by Brand New

- “Starboy” by The Weeknd

- “Gravity” by EDEN

- “The Last Saint” by Mario M

- “Garbage Truck” by Sex Bob-Omb

- “LOL” by EDEN

- “IDFC” by Blackbear (Tarro Remix)

- “Love Stuck” by Mother Mother

- “Jump The Fence” by Mother Mother

- “Infinitesimal” by Mother Mother

- “Junkie” by Kill Paris

- “The Drugs” by Mother Mother

- “Did You Wrong” by Sweater Beats

- “Frame Of Mind” by Tristam and Braken

- “The Good, The Bad, And The Dirty” by Panic! At the Disco

- “All Time Low” by Jon Bellion

- “Afraid” by The Neighbourhood

- “I’m Not Famous” by AJR

- “BADBOI VIP” by Pegboard Nerds

- “Handclap” by Fritz and the Tantrums

- “Destiny” by Jame Paget

- “Cupid’s Chokehold” by The Gymclass Heroes

- “Better Than Sex” by The Midnight Beast

- “Rustie” by Attak

OKAY. These next ones are all my friend @kalamitis OCs.

Ty:

- “Hope Of Morning” by Icon for Hire

- “Sleep Alone” by Two Door Cinema Club

- “Halo” by Starset

- “Feels Like We Only Go Backwards” by Say Lou Lou (Tame Impala Cover)

- “Still Here” by Digital Daggers

- “You’re No Fun Anymore Mark Trezona” by Mindless Self-Indulgence

- “Eyes Wide Open” by Gotye

- “Exile Vilify” by The National

- “Bad Wings” by The Glitch Mob

- “Little Bird” by Imogen Heap

- “Feels Right” by Godwolf

- “Suffocate” by Whipped Cream

- “Wanderer’s Lullaby” by Adriana Figueroa

- “Somethin About U” by Astronomyy

- “Bit By Bit” by Mother Mother

- “Arrival” by IHF

- “Rude” by Dilistone and LILI N

- “Sober” by Dilistone

- “Remembering Myself” by Stephen

- “Don’t Leave” by Snakehips

- “Hand Of God” by Jon Bellion

- “Sweet Revenge” by Phantom Power

- “Nothing Left To Lose” by Ethos Music

- “Believe” by James Paget

- “Say It, Just Say It” by The Mowgli’s

- “Boats And Birds” by Gregory and the Hawk

- “Rockabye” by Clean Bandits

Kos:

- “St. Patrick” by PVRIS

- “The World Has I’ts Shine” by Cobra Starships

- “Coin Operated Boy” by The Dresden Dolls

- “Pretty Thing” by Broods

- “Pretty Face” by Soley

- “Bodyache” by Purity Ring

- “Cake By The Ocean” by DNCE

- “10,000 Emerald Pools” by BØRNS

- “Moondust” by Jaymes Young (Stripped Version)

- “Bare” by Wildes

- “Cosmic Love” by Florence and the Machine (Seven Lions Remix)

- “Weak When You’re Around” by Blackbear

- “Superlove” by Tinashe

- “Side To Side” by Ariana Grande

- “YALA” by M.I.A.

- “Fandango” by The Clarstone

- “Love Me” by Jane XØ

- “Anchor” by Novo Amor

- “Blow Your Mind” by Dua Lipa

- “Beyond The Void” by Cody Still

- “Gooey” by Glass Animals

- “Nasty Freestyle” by T-Wayne (Prizmo & Cpz Remix)

- “Powerful” by Major Lazer

- “Go Hard” by Kreyshawn (Valentino Kahn Remix)

- “Bitch” by Allie X

- “Get On Your Knees” by Nicki Minaj

- “Move Like A Soldier” by Kristina Maria

- “She’s The One” by Arkasia

- “Slay It” by Cryptex

- “The Prestige” by Kraddy

- “Let You Let Me” by Savoy

- “Bravado” by Lorde

- “LET ME TOUCH YOUR FIRE” by A R I Z O N A

- “Into You” by Ariana Grande

- “Mine” by Phoebe Ryan (Illenium Remix)

- “See Right Through Me” by Set Mo

- “All We Do” by Oh Wonder

- “That’s My Girl” by Fifth Harmony

- “Cool Girl” by Tove Lo

- “Brand New Moves” by Hey Violet

- “The Sound” by The 1975

- “Army Of Steel” by Red Noise Industries

- “Brutality Code” by Christian Baczyk

- “Instant Crush” by Daft Punk

Triis:

- “Stay” by Kygo

- “Fake You Out” by Twenty-One Pilots

- “Cat And Mouse” by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

- “Black And Gold” by Sam Sparro

- “Hymn Of Acxiom” by Vienna Teng

- “Keep Your Hands Off My Girl” by Good Charlotte

- “Mister Simple” by Super Junior

- “Tear You Apart” by She Wants Revenge

- “SADIST” by Crystal Castles

- “Make You Feel Loved” by CADE

- “Single” by The Neighbourhood

- “Wrong” by MAX

- “Somebody” by Natalie La Rose

- “Dessert” by Dawin

- “Gangsta” by Kehlani

- “Black Beatles” by Rae Sremmurd

- “Weak” by AJR

- “Closer” by The Nine Inch Nails

- “All I Wanna Do” by J-Park

- “Gangsta Sexy” by Hollywood Undead

- “The Cure” by Lady Gaga

- “That’s What I Like” by Bruno Mars

Kal:

- “Let You Go” by The Chainsmokers

- “GDFR” by Flo Rida (K Theory Remix)

- “Pursuit Of Happiness” by Kid Cudi (Steve Aoki Remix)

- “Freak” by Estelle

- “Recover” by Churches

- “Stranger Than Earth” by Purity Ring

- “Selfish Man” by Francis Lung

- “Learning To Hate You As A Self-Defense Mechanism” by Flatsound

- “The Beautiful Ones” by Monarchy

- “Pa Pa Power” by Dead Man’s Bones

- “Drugs” by EDEN

- “Tipsy” by J-Kwon

- “Alone” by Bazzi

- “Party Favours” by Tinashe

- “Sweatpants” by Childish Gambino

- “Company” by Tinashe

- “Drop That Kitty” by Ty Dolla $ign

- “Love This Shit” by August Alsina

- “Player” by Tinashe

- “Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time” by Panic! At the Disco

- “I Wanna Get Better” by Bleachers

- “Fake Love” by Drake

Cam:

- “Do You Feel It?” by Chaos Chaos

- “Oh Miss Believer” by Twenty-One Pilots

- “Maps” by The Yeah Yeah Yeahs

- “Forget” by Marina and the Diamonds

- “#MINDCONTROL” by Hot Sugar

- “Tether” by Chvrches

- “Let Go” by Frou Frou

- “Oblivion” by Bastille

- “Elastic Heart” by SIA

- “Young Blood” by Bea Miller

- “Jenny” by The Studio Killers (Lily Sevin Cover)

- “Living Without You” by Monarchy

- “Never Be Like You” by Flume

- “How Long Will I Love You?” by Ellie Goulding (EMBRZ Remix)

- “Jealous Of The Rain” by Labyrinth

- “Reforget” by Lauv

- “Ghosting” by Mother Mother

- “Perfect Illusion” by Lady Gaga

- “Bad Habits” by Monsieur Adi

- “One More Time” by Jon Bellion

- “Sex” by The 1975

- “End Of All Things” by Panic! At the Disco (Rain Demo)

- “Greenlight” by Lorde

- “Liability” by Lorde

- “I Don’t Smoke” by Mitski

- “Your Best American Girl” by Mitski

- “Be Happy” by FRND

AHHHH I think that’s it? I basically just redid my playlists for these.

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surveystodestressme · 6 years

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107.

5000 Question Survey Pt. 27

2501. What image, scent, memory, etc. would you take with you into the dark/light, the land of dead, heaven, infinity…..?

everything?

2502. Who is the most annoying musical artist EVER?

most rapper, in my opinion. or scream-o artists

2503. If you HAD to go to one of the following concerts, which would it be:

Snow

Vanilla Ice

NKOTB

Milli Vanilli

BSB <—– this one

NSYNC

2504. Do you believe in manifest destiny?

yeah

2505. Have you ever fallen for an email forwarding hoax (send this to 13 people and old navy will send you a $200.00(100 pound) gift card)? Do you ever think ‘well, maybe…’ and actually forward those damn things?

never. i

2506. Let’s say there are 2 schools. one for boys and one for girls. They are both supposed to offer the same facilities so that the girls and boys get equal education. Would you take this to mean that the same courses should be offered to both girls and boys or that the same amount of money should be spent on each school?

the same courses are being offered but i feel like in turn that means that the same amount of money should be spent on both schools

Imagine that in the boys school fifteen boys sign up for calculus. In the girls school only five girls sign up for calculus. Should the girls calculus class be dissolved and replaced with an easier one?

no. they should just do the class with 5 girls in it. a class does not need a whole bunch of people in order for it to run properly

2507. Would it bother you if you found out that the fruits, vegetables, and meat that you eat is genetically altered (in lots of cases it is!)?

i mean, it already is so i don’t really have much of a choice lol

2508. What does this world need?

peace

2509. Is there anything you do just because you want to even though it has no redeeming social value?

yup.

2510. If you drink what kind of drunk are you?

an affectionate and talkative one

2511, Do you ever 'conveniently’ forget something you don’t want to remember?

nope.

2512. If you have any cousins are you close?

i’m not close with any of them honestly

2513. Are you in love with yourself (your beautiful self)?

for the most part, yeah

2514. What was the first movie you got on dvd?

oh damn, i don’t even know

2515. If you’re sexy and you know it clap your hands. Did you clap?

yeah lol

2516. have you ever called a:

psychic hotline?

suicide crisis line?

sex line?

dating line? none.

2517. Have you ever placed a personal ad anywhere?

nope.

2518. Do guys look good in make up?

hell yeah they do. everyone does

2519. What are 5 things you don’t care about?

wrestling, politics, history, my next door neighbor, and th weather

2520. wHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO UNTIL YOU DIE?

live

2521. What 'issue’ do you think your opinion is so right about that you end up trying to sway others to your point of view?

i mean i don’t want to sway people to believe my opinion is the right one because no ones opinion is right that’s why it’s considered an opinion. however, i am very adamant about declawing cats. i would never declaw my cats because i have seen one up close and actually experienced and done intensive research and know the bad things that can come along with it.

2522. What age do you hope to live until?

at least 100

2523. Do you like to tie others down during sex?

no, i like to be tied down. but if my boyfriend asked to tie him down... i wouldn’t refuse

Have you ever been tied down?

yes

2524. Do you own any “toys”?

no.

Do you ever use them?

2525. Have you ever been spanked in that sexy way?

yes, i actually just asked to be whipped with a belt the other day

Have you ever spanked anyone else?

not sexually, just for fun

2526. Do these questions make you uncomfortable?

no.

Do you like that feeling?

huh?

Does it turn you on?

no.

2527. You know those ___ for dummies books (COMPTERS FOR DUMMIES, SURFING FOR DUMMIES, GOLDF FOR DUMMIES, WICCA FOR DUMMIES)?

yes.

Which one do you need to read?

computers, history, lots of other things

2528. What do your socks look like?

puma socks just plain

2529. Which of these really famous music artists started their career as a mime:

Alice Cooper

David Bowie

Bruce Springsteen

Moby

Jewel

Frank Zappa i have no idea

2530. Does love float away if you let go?

nah

2531. Do you think that most people in today’s society are:

kind? no

calm? no

humble? no

peaceful? no

helpful? no

happy? no

spiritual? somewhat

creative? no

friendly? no

independent? somewhat

intelligent? no

having fun? yes

coming up with new ideas? yes

able to think for themselves? not really

able to really connect with others? sometimes

If you answered no to any of the above, why do you think that is?

people are just horrible nowadays. honestly, most people only care for themselves and aren’t worried about anyone or anything else.

2532. Do you believe that every action has a sexual motive (think Freud)?

not at all

2533. Speaking of Freud, did you know he was on drugs (think cocaine)?

i think i heard something about him being drugs but i can’t say whether that’s true or not

2534. Do you trust psychology as a valid science?

for the most part, yeah

2535. ID: In Freudian theory, the division of the psyche that is totally unconscious and serves as the source of instinctual impulses and demands for immediate satisfaction of primitive needs(sex, food, aggressive behavior, drugs, alcohol, yelling, anger, fighting).

SUPEREGO: In Freudian theory, the division of the unconscious that is formed through the internalization of moral standards of parents and society, and that censors and restrains the ego.

So, which one do you express more, your ID or your SUPEREGO?

probably more ID

2536. Do you think that people who are alone and depressed are depressed because they are alone or alone because they are depressed?

it can go both ways, i think

2537. Can you complete any of the following lyrics:

I stop and I stare too much, afraid that I care too much…

You’re a new and better man, he helps you to understand, He does everything he can, he’s….

Took the needles from my arms and put them to the sky…

Top Gun shut down your Firm like Tom Cruise….

Don’t you take it so hard now, And please don’t take it so bad….

i don’t know any of these

2538. How about these?

From around the way, born in '73, Harcore B-boy named…

And this feeling shivers down your spine, Love comes in colors I can’t deny….

Before he hung up the phone he took a deep breath, stopped, and replied….

When I want you in my arms, when I want you and all your charms, whenever I want you all I have to do is…

Silly games that you were playing, empty words we both were saying…

nope

2539. Have you ever been to see a ballet?

yes

2540. What is the difference between Satan and Pan?

who is pan? peter pan?

2541. What should a poem be or do if it is a successful poem?

give a sense of imagery and make you think and feel something

2542. When you interpret a poem can each line mean anything you want it to?

absolutely

2543. Are you an orgasm addict?

well i like having them but i’m not addicted to them lol

2544. Are you a sugar junkie?

i don’t really like sugary things actually

2545. WHAT are you DOING?

this.

WHY aren’t you marching in line with the rest of them?

????

2546. Do you only hear what you want to?

nah

2547. Are you anal-retentive?

huh?

2548. In and Out

Over and Under

Around and ???

what?

2549. What was the last thing you returned to the store?

i’m going to return a septum rings today or tomorrow

2550. Why ask why?

why not?

2551. What is your favorite song or artist that is:

jazz:

metal: alice in chains

rock: ac/dc

new wave:

psychedelic: bob marley

2552. What are your feelings about:

Picasso? does some really creative, cool artwork

Van Gogh? incredible. i love the way he paints, he has a very different style than most artists i’ve seen

Michaelangelo? very good details

Da Vinci? also very good artist

Einstein? very freaking smart guy

Tesla? very fast and very expensive cars

2553. Who else can you think of that made a MAJOR contribution to art or science?

there’s so many people

2554. Who can you think of that made a major contribution to modern thought?

idk

2555. Why is it called 'coca cola’?

no clue.

2556. Would you ever buy a Ford car?

probably not

2557. Donald or Daffy duck?

donald.

2558. What is the most memorable thing about Pee-Wee Herman?

i don’t know

2559. Lease or buy a car?

buy.

2560. Have you met Real Talkin’ Bubba?

no.

Do you love him to death?

2561. Have you ever been in a situation where you weren’t sure if you were seducing or being seduced?

nope.

2562. Can you 'pinch an inch’ on your belly?

yeahhh

2563. Have you ever been to:

a temple? there’s actually one by my house

a bar? plenty

a massage parlor? yes.

2564. Would you ever want to visit Thailand?

i wouldn’t mind it.

2565. What culture are you fascinated by?

all of them

2566. Have you ever worn a cape?

not that i can remember

2567. What is the difference between 'nude’ and 'naked’?

nude sounds classier

2568. What can you get for a dollar (.59 british pounds)?

a pack of gum maybe

2569. What makes you who you are?

my genes

2570. How do you search for meaning in life?

try really hard

2571. If your partner collected internet porn pics of celebs s/he thought was hot would that bother you?

i mean, it’d be weird if he collected it, but i wouldn’t mind if he just looked

2572. You are alone with your lover’s diary. What do you do?

jack wouldn’t every keep a diary lol

2573. You read some and find out that a whhhiiillle back your lover had a crush on someone else, but you two were together. You both still hang out with this person. What do you do?

fuck him up. lol jk, i’d talk to him about it

2574. Are you an old fart?

i feel like it sometimes

2575. What were your favorite things to do in the yard as a kid?

play in the grass, have friends over, play with the dog

2576. Why don’t people have more fun?

they’re probably too stuck up their own ass

2577. Have you ever wanted to have a pet skinned and turned into an article of clothing?

wtf? no

What pet?

What article of clothing?

2578. Do I come off sounding normal, mildly irrational, blatantly insane or completely certifiable?

insane

2579. Did you ever feel that you were unable to function in society?

i used to

2580. Is it nap time yet?

very soon.

2581. Do you have to have the space next to the door or can you walk from the other end of the parking lot and still be okay with the world?

i need to be as close as possible

2582. Do you like trains?

i don’t mind them

2583. What’s in Hungary?

hungry people haha

2584. Have you ever felt like you were holding someone else back?

oh yeah

Has someone ever held you back?

yup

2585. What do you think of the term, 'organized religion’?

i don’t really care

2586. What do you think of the name 'Orson’?

sounds different

2587. What frustrates you?

people.

2588. Winkin, Blinkin and Nod, one night, sailed off in a sea of dew..

cool.

2589. Is ten dollars (5 pounds) a good price to pay for one lipstick?

sure, i have no idea honestly

Does anyone else remember when lipstick was, like, 2 or 3 bucks?

some still is $2

2590. Are you ill?

no.

2591. Where were you the night of…..oh hell, last night?

at my house

2592. Do you pronounce the 'er’ sound at the end of words(lookER or lookA)?

2593. Do you drink only 100% juice?

nada

2594. Do you remember the bills you have to pay…or even yesterday?

yes.

2595. What duck?

donald.

2596. Do you collect coins?

no.

How about stamps?

no.

2597. wHAT’S the best way to learn a new language?

taking a class

2598. Is god in you?

doubt it

2599. Are you in god?

2600. Do you know which fork to use at a formal table setting?

no idea lol. whichever fork i grab first

#bored #survey #quiz #questions

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young naked sex - Charlie Sheen's Guide To Maked Girls

Jessica was fit, toned and about 5’7. Being an ass man, it was supremely frustrating to me that she only rarely initiated sex and palmed it off as frequently as possible, though she made up for it in other qualities. A couple of years ago Jessica and I were ready to move out of home. We were engaged to be married early the next year, and while I’m sure Jessica had different reasons, a large part of the motivation for me was to have somewhere we could fuck without feeling like we were doing something illegal at our parent’s houses. Unfortunately, rentals where we wanted were priced out of our reach, so we put out feelers for potential housemates. We all hung out fairly regularly but the girls barely tolerated each other. They were polite to each other’s faces, so we left it at that. Peter and Lily had an… interesting relationship. We weren’t spoiled for choice in the housemate department though, so we eventually found a two story townhouse fairly close to where we wanted and moved in together. My frustrations with Jessica and my lack-luster sex life were compounded by the close proximity of Lily. I had never before found her that attractive compared to Jessica, but she was starting to look pretty good. She dressed for sport when she wasn’t working, usually in a thong and yoga pants that showed off her perfect ass. They had the most dramatic and ridiculous fights over nothing, and didn’t care who was watching. You know when two people are just going to clash, so Peter and I had given up attempting to make them friends. Peter had been one of my closest friends for years and was in a relationship with Lily. I was in love with Jessica though, so put it out of my mind. The staircase had a bend in it, so I didn’t see Lily coming down until it was too late. She often went around the house in a short white dress that tantalizingly displayed her legs. We ran into each other and I ended up steadying myself by firmly gripping her waist as we both teetered on the edge of tumbling down the stairs. We managed to regain our balance, laughing a bit awkwardly. I had never seen her in anything less than fully dressed before and she definitely knew it by the way her face was turning beet-red. I was in a hurry to get up to our bedroom one morning, taking the stairs two at a time. " I attempted to respond but was distracted by the sight of her panty-clad butt as it jiggled slightly every time she took a large step up. Lily swiftly pulled away and ran back up the stairs yelling "Sorry I thought you were at work! At my angle I could just barely see her mound at certain stretches in her gait. It was over too soon with her shutting their bedroom door with a snap. There were frequent occasions where just the two of us were home together, doing our own thing but acutely aware of each other. Then I added before thinking "as if I’d complain about that. " came the muffled and embarrassed apology from behind the door. " She laughed, thankfully, and I retreated to my room. She was more than just Peter’s girlfriend now, or my fiancee’s frenemy. She was a bit smaller than my fiancée, probably about 5’6 with shoulder length blonde hair and eyes framing a face best described as being ‘cute’. That was the start of it, really. "It’s fine," I replied. It might have been my imagination, but Lily seemed to be going out of her way to hang out with me when we were home alone as well. I wasn’t in any danger of cheating though, despite what you may think. She usually spent most of her alone time locked up in their room, but if I was downstairs she would set up and paint her nails nearby, or share some funny cat pic she’d found on Reddit. I couldn’t get her ass out of my head, or the way the smooth skin over her hips had felt when I gripped her waist. I looked at my assailant and my jaw hit the floor; Lily was wearing nothing but a matching set of mauve underwear, her panties capped with a tiny bow that mirrored the one displayed between the cups of her bra. It wasn’t difficult to do the math and realise that Lily shutting herself up in their room might be for the same reason I did. Of course, I’d been doing a lot of self-servicing, usually in our bedroom or bathroom (we had a separate one to Peter and Lily). The concept of Jessica masturbating was so foreign that, in my head at least, Lily couldn’t possibly be spending all that time in their room touching herself. Interestingly enough, I heard around about that time that Peter had a low sex drive too. Their room was tidy apart from some clothes and books and such on the floor, a stark contrast to my usual messy bedroom. In my head, I was stubbornly the good guy and would be loyal to Jessica no matter what happened. Jessica wasn’t getting any warmer to the idea of sex despite a myriad of possible solutions I had spent the time coming up with, so it was really my only option. I was extremely careful to place everything back where I found it, but when I found the exact same set of mauve panties Lily had been wearing weeks ago on the stairs, I had to pick them up. I’d never had an underwear fetish, but there was something incredibly sexy about knowing she had worn them. I put the panties back, hopefully exactly where I had found them, and continued my search. I didn’t know how long I had. One day, when I was home alone I snuck into their room, my heart hammering in my ears as I strained to listen for any sounds indicating someone coming home. Feeling my hard on growing against the constraints of my pants, I realized I could smell pussy from them a good foot away from my face. As I said, Jessica found the concept of masturbating weird, so finding ‘advanced’ toys like these was pretty unexpected. To my great surprise, I stumbled on a drawer that contained a vibrator and a dildo (along with condoms and such). The dildo hadn’t been cleaned properly after its last use and had a slight white discoloring around the end. I caught myself on the verge of picking it up, suddenly disgusted with how pathetic I was being. My hands were shaking with excitement and nerves. The situation remained the same, with both of us spending a fair amount of alone time behind closed bedroom doors, though I did listen hard whenever I passed their room for any faint buzzing sounds. " The door opened, and Lily stood there in her white dress, just a hint of cleavage on show but more than 80% of her legs displayed. That was my first and last invasion of Peter and Lily’s privacy. I left the room quickly, and such was my guilt that I didn’t even feel an urge to jack off. I had never been so embarrassed. Why did I fucking say YES to her knock? One afternoon, a couple of weeks after my espionage, I was sitting on the edge of our bed gripping my dick with one hand and trying to get off without imagining Lily at all when there was a soft knock on our door. I quickly got dressed and went looking for Lily to apologize, but couldn’t find her. For some reason I still can’t comprehend, I thought it would be best to respond with "yeah? I tentatively snuck up the stairs towards Peter and Lily’s bedroom, ready to knock and apologize, but stopped when I heard something from behind the door. I ran into Lily downstairs an hour or so later and she apologized to me for walking in on me. I stayed and listened until the noises stopped then retreated to my bathroom where I came like a volcano into toilet paper. It turned out that Lily and Peter had another one of their arguments and she had wanted to talk with someone about it. I moved as close to the door as I dared, head turned to the side. Our whole conversation Lily was shyly looking at her knees, which were pressed tightly together. We chatted about their argument until she had vented. Apparently, Peter had been trying to get her on the pill as a way to moderate her sex pics drive, but she hated the pill as it did weird things to her moods. " "No problem," I smiled at her. Even though Peter is a good friend, I sided with her and said "Hey, it’s your body, right? For a few seconds that stretched out forever she was frozen, mouth open, wide eyes locked to the semi-hard-yet-deflating-fast cock in my fist – then she closed the door. It was time to pick up Jessica from work as we had dinner plans. I couldn’t hear much, just some soft rustling movements and – Lily groaned from the other side of the door, a long, low, fucking sexy noise from deep in her throat. I don’t know why I said ‘yes’ to your knock. As I left through the front door, I looked back at her and said laughingly "I’m really sorry for the miscommunication. I picked up my car keys. "I don’t think I was thinking too clearly. As if I’d complain about that," she said, throwing my words back at me. This was getting dangerous. " She nodded, "Thanks so much for listening to me vent. After that day, whenever we were home alone together, Lily and I were on good terms, though I kept my guard up. I’d be getting married in just 6 months’ time, I couldn’t make any stupid mistakes. " Lily looked up at me, pink lips in a bow of a smile. She was endearingly obvious about trying to make me feel better about her walking in on me. We were both putting the dishes away while we talked, Lily in her white dress she so often wore around the house. She kept bringing the topic up, and hinting that she found it frustrating (with strong emphasis on the word frustrating) so she completely understood my need to ‘take care of myself’. She still didn’t have her license. I answered in what I hoped was a detached manner. " Despite the way the conversation had been going, Lily’s question still caught me off-guard. "A few times a week, I guess. " She continued putting stacking dishes under the counter, dress covering her properly at the moment. Every time Lily bent over or reached up, I watched as the dress slide up those thighs until I could catch a glimpse of the slight curve at the bottom of her ass. " She stood upright, brushing a stray hair from her eyes. She would confide in me, and confirmed to me that Peter had an abnormally low sex drive. I changed the topic, and nothing else of consequence was really discussed, just a few more minutes of friendly conversation. "About the same," she smiled, seeming very confident and unembarrassed for someone a few years younger. It definitely was not my imagination that I could hear her whenever she ‘relieved herself’ as she put it. My eyes snapped to hers from where they had been looking. Suddenly the few feet between us felt inadequate. I guess she’s more embarrassed by running into me in her underwear then talking about fucking herself with a dildo. I heard moans, vibrating, bed springs (though not much of those) and the occasional ‘fuuck, I’m cummming" from Peter and Lily’s bedroom. Jessica had never had an orgasm. Maybe she just felt more comfortable now our maintenance habits were out in the open. Something changed though. The third time this occurred, Lily was wearing her mauve set with the little bows, so I couldn’t help but peek out from the room I was in to watch her retreat towards the stairs. After a week of this, there were a couple of instances where Lily would come downstairs in her underwear then apologize and go back upstairs, saying she thought nobody was home. This last sound was pretty awesome. She turned as she went up and grinned at me. I didn’t make any more noise myself (I blame ten years of fapping like a ninja). The panties weren’t exactly a G-string but they still showed off half of her ass as she walked up the stairs. My dick was rock hard and throbbing and I felt the same shaky excitement I had felt weeks beforehand. As I neared my climax, my eyes opened and I saw Lily standing on the stairs, hand making a small bulge in her dark panties as she moved it circles. There was something incredibly arousing about the situation, the thought of jacking off downstairs in the common area while Lily was upstairs, likely finger fucking herself to a vision of me. Still stroking, still cumming, I watched as Lily’s knees trembled and she partially collapsed against the wall. I sat and she stood, staring at each other, chests heaving. I understand if you need to jack off, I’ll stay upstairs for a bit," then she disappeared around the bend up the stairs. I wasn’t going to last long; Lily’s ass as she walked up the stairs was a fresh vision behind my eyelids, her mound covered tightly by satin with creases hinting at her lips. I sat on one of the dining table chairs, slipping my pants to the ground and felt how swollen my cock was, stroking slowly with my eyes closed. I gripped harder and stroked as hard as I could, an involuntary groan escaping my lips as I started to cum all over my hand. I was getting married. Then I went to clean up, and she was gone when I came back. Lily didn’t correct them or go along with it, but let me have my space. I felt horrible for a couple of days, completely avoiding conversation with everyone in the house. What the fuck was I doing? I probably wouldn’t have been able to resist if I were you. And besides, I’m no saint myself. Peter and Jessica joked that I was just upset my team lost (I’m an NFL fan). The next time I spoke with Lily alone she attempted to apologize to me for coming down, but I cut her off. " We were in the computer room, her standing in blue shorts and a white sports top with me seated at my desk. Her dark purple sports bra was visible through the shirt. So were my thoughts for days, until I came to the conclusion that it wasn’t cheating. I told her about going into her room when I was curious about her masturbating, explaining that Jessica has never so much as had an orgasm and was more put off by sex than aroused by it. She looked at me quizzically. " she said with a cautious smile. " I felt I had to come clean at this point, she looked really apologetic. I mean, we hadn’t even touched each other. I expected her to be furious, but her only reaction was to blush a bit. "We’re in a tough situation, and maybe it’s not their fault, but our partners aren’t exactly meeting our needs for us. Damn she’s cute, I thought. We didn’t cheat or anything. " Lily nodded emphatically, then went and sat in her chair. "Yeah, it’s not cheating if we don’t even touch each other. "Even," I confirmed, returning her smile. Cue chest pounding like a drum. I should have left the room to give her space. Or suggested she go upstairs. But it had already happened once, and it wasn’t cheating if we didn’t touch each other. She sat to my left browsing Reddit, when she suddenly said "I think I need to relieve myself again," laughing. " Interesting phrasing. Some time passed with us doing our own things, my dick annoyingly hard but hidden underneath my desk. I couldn’t see much while pretending to continue working, but from the corner of my eye I saw one hand snake under the blue waistband of her shorts and she sighed. I stared furiously at my work, reading the same sentence over and over again, while I heard her movements gain some urgency and a wet schlock-schlock sound begin to emanate from her direction. When she was finished, she withdrew her hand from her shorts. "Go ahead," I replied, barely managing to keep my voice steady. " "I am so fucking hard right now," I replied, turning my chair to look at her and not thinking about my words until they were out. "Thanks," she said, sounding pretty out of breath. My peripheral vision caught that she seemed to alternate between her wrist moving in small circles, presumably rubbing her clit, and steady flexes when she was penetrating her cunt or stroking up and down. After that, whenever Lily needed to orgasm and we were home alone, she would just do it. On the couch watching TV, I’d hear her moaning and rubbing herself furiously. Occasionally (all the time) I would walk past and ask her if she was having fun, to which she would just moan something along the lines of "fuck yesss". It was so easy to imagine going over there, sliding my hand down beside her own and feeling how wet she was. I exited the computer room one day, wondering where she was until I heard moaning from the staircase. As I turned the bend, Lily’s pussy was not two stairs above and in-front of me. "Maybe you should have joined me," was all she said before turning back to Reddit. She was wearing her white dress, panties pulled to the side while kneeling on the stairs. She was facing the top so hadn’t seen me, but had her left hand gripping her dress while her right was back between her legs. Her middle two fingers were plunging in and out of her pussy while her lips tried to grip them. It was driving me insane. Kind of like this picture but on the stairs. She looked really tight. She blushed, but smiled at me. Her forehead was pressed into one of the top stairs. tt/20Nllw6 I took one step backwards then stopped, taking in the sight and listening to Lily moan. It’s not cheating if we don’t even touch. My cock was straining hard against my own waistband, but I managed to continue to face forward. I felt like I could cum at any second. I started rubbing my cock up and down, pulling the skin tight on each downstroke. I have no idea how I didn’t cum right then, but I somehow managed to hold it. I increased my pace slightly, watching her fingers disappear into that tight fuckhole with soft wet squelches. As quietly as I could I pulled out my cock, already hard. Cum, while not technically a part of me after it leaves my body, might still be stretching the ‘not touching = not cheating’ rule. She fucked herself harder with her fingers. Her knees were only two steps above me now, and her body was angled down slightly so I could see everything perfectly. Thankfully, I remembered that she wasn’t on the pill so I would have to be extremely careful not to get any near her pussy. It was good I had taken a step back from her as I felt like I could shoot several feet in my current state. Lily moaned again, turning her head to the side and looking back at me past the hand that was gripping the white skirt of her dress. Her panties looked like they were soaked from the shrapnel of pussy juice. I aimed up slightly, towards her ass, but kept my eyes glued on her fingers. A thought came to me that it would be really hot to jerk off onto her ass though I wasn’t sure if she would be ok with it. I felt my cock throb as I jacked off, unconsciously pointing it in a perfect line towards the fingers going in and out of her vagina. My cock was about six inches from her pussy and I felt close to cumming. Her eyes looked at me for a moment, then closed and a second later she was rubbing slow, hard little circles on her clit. Then she pulled her fingers out of her snatch with a pop, panties moving to half cover up her slit. Blood from my head rushed elsewhere. I hesitated, looking at her face. Her other hand hiked her dress skirt up further revealing her ass in its entirety, and she pulled her panties to one side like&. My cockhead was 4 inches away from her pussy. I could feel the warmth radiating from it. I felt like I was going to faint. We were both breathing heavily, almost gasping with how turned on we were. A part of me wondered, but it was a small, quiet part. I was going to cum all over her back and dress. Her hand switched from circles to roughly rubbing up and down her clit with her fingertips. I thought I could see her pressing harder as I got closer, breathing more raggedly. She was breathing hard, still resting on a cheek on the stairs above. I could barely resist taking the last step up and shoving my cock in. Suddenly her butt started clenching spasmodically and I saw her vagina start to clench in orgasm. Her vagina was soaking wet and pink and pulling taut as Lily frantically rubbed her clit just above the entrance to her tunnel. Lily let out a deep groan, and without thinking, I took the last step up, lined up my cock, and touched the tip to her still clenching cunt hole. " Lily moaned, and pushed backward, impaling herself a good halfway down my cock. I had never felt a girl cum before. What happened to angling up? I pulled out, then fucked into her again, my own orgasm overtaking me, drowning my thoughts in waves of pleasure. I could cum all over on the surface of her cunt and it wouldn’t matter. Her cunt relentlessly milked at my cock, massaging me in ways I had thought impossible. Cum burst from my cock, splashing over her cervix in an amount that felt like it would fill her entire pussy. Finally, I pulled out. My orgasm continued for the longest time, all the while Lily making mewling noises and lightly fucking herself on the end of my dick. Seeing the white cum drool out from her vagina onto the stairs would give me nightmares for the next few days, even though I bought her a morning after pill later that afternoon. She felt tight, tighter than Jessica, and still clenching in orgasm around me as she froze with surprise. Eventually Jessica and I broke up, but not before another half a year living with Peter and Lily. I felt a huge amount of guilt. What else can you do, when you’ve fucked up your life? I groaned in primal need and pushed the rest of the way into her, forcing her face and shoulders into the stairs above. "Fuck," Lily sighed with content, still with her face pressed into the stairs awkwardly, and we both laughed a bit. itsnotcheatingif [12 comments] That’s another story. If you adored this article and you would certainly such as to get even more facts pertaining to teen girls nude kindly see the web site.

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This is not a Sci-fi novel, this is an experimental short story.

Take all notion of time or possible dating out of it!! IT should just be, time has become timeless, no more history. Fukyama.

This story is about 9/11, this story is about conspiracy, collective unconscious, genetics, memetics, humanism, nihilism, the universal, neo liberalism, primeval regression, death drive.

Add segment about the solar economy ( bataille), this is absolutely necessary, linked to the two collective unconscious segments, one relatively recent, 9/11, and one thee deepest of primeval, the sun, the universe etc.

9/11 is the main point of this story. The deep trauma, the sleep walkers, turning up outside peoples houses, realatives of those involved, relatives of victims and perpetrators. Their young menstruating daughters then taken under hypnosis, their psyches filtered and deciphered, fragments of 9/11 found in them. All of them menstruate at the same time, all try and walk to 9/11, all walk to different clues in the lie. WRT 9/11 the subconscious just knows something’s not right, because the people that perpetrated the killings are still alive and thus are still effecting the group collective consciousness. Without being able to control it a guilty partys unconscious will project it to those around him, and they in turn will know that something is not right, they will then pass this message on, until it eventually travels from human to human. The lie is known, we unconsciously know the truth. That is why we cant stop making the 9/11 memes, cant stop revisiting the trauma , the scene of the crime. The perpetrators start to try and avoid society, kill off any unnecessary members of the group, lead line their clothing, lead line their house, use special creams to interfere with the collective unconscious transferring from person to person.

This could also be linked to the collective unconscious of all people in all time and more specifically ancestors in your own lineage. My grt grt grt grt grt grt grt….. caveman grandfather was a passionate killer and his conscious will cannot stand the idea of such a bastard thing happening, so much so he causes these unconscious take overs of the self .

Perhaps people who want to uncover the truth, drug themselves, hypnotise themselves to find out what the collective is trying to tell them.

Perhaps these sleep walkers become more and more aggressive, start to have the characteristics of zombies.

Free will needs to be fully explained as in where it stands right now, peter watts. should be pushed more, Varley should be more representative of the madness of humanity, its obsession with dominance over collective unconscious, genetics, memetics and eventually even consciousness itself.

Varleys character should be unrecognisable perhaps? Unhuman, everything that we think of as human is gone, cut up, sectioned off. All that’s left is a slither of conscious thought, which is then useless on its own, what could be the purpose of life after that?

The guttering woke Varley, water spilling over the edge, louder and louder. It had been coming away from the brickwork, it spilled out onto the dustbin 2 floors below.

All the fastenings coming loose form the house, mortar now rotten, just sand, washed away by the heavy showers. 400 year old house, polymer upgrades would be expensive, and none of the tradesmen would want to touch it. The display systems flickered, audio splitting with cracks and stutters. The bricks glowed slightly, something about the clay, about the nature in them. It seemed to effect the wattage to pieces of hardware, increasing in areas, only a fraction, seemed to change the way things were processed, things take the long way round, a certain unpredictability within the cores.

Not a bad time to wake, Varley prayed, forearm fizzed, leaped out of bed, the bedding, completely shocked, flung itself across the room. Its materiality, suddenly becoming strange as it crumpled against the wall, falling to the floor it resumed its regular physical properties. Stopping in the landing, placed their hand on the wooden balustrade and felt its vibrations. There was noise, the bin room, back of the building, the sound drifted up, stillness now, right hand against the plaster board wall, resident moisture met the specks from the skin.

Varley switched on the Articles, started where they’d left off, volume 569, 4.5 billion years of natural, cosmological, cultural history shuffled and on loop.

Article 8437:3894.1 Birdsong deciphered, 17 year research programme at the U.C.L.A COMA Institute of Animal Welfare. 97% of their language is directly translated as verbal abuse (bigoted, racist, death and rape threats), 3% is used to talk about shitting and the colour of shit. Their social structures seem to be some of the most bigoted and brutal to have been discovered. The Common Sparrow inspects its young within 3 minutes of birth, checking for ‘weak’ or ‘disloyal’ features. A male with the wrong shade of brown, the father will scream ‘Faggot’, the mother will push her beak into its soft chest to crush its heart. The father will scream ‘Faggot’ again before tossing it out the nest. Females deemed ‘un-sexy’, the mother will scream ‘Cunt Faggot’, the chick’s eyes gouged, raped by father, womb ripped out by mother before being thrown out the nest. The sparrow community is enraptured by these birthing rituals, adult females are raped repeatedly, and many males are killed in a frenzy of fights.

Varley pushed off wall and banister, padded down the stairs, information was arriving, the monitor clicked on, messages piling up. Varley sat, chair towards the glass, a plane passing, 8 miles out. Its image starting and stopping.

Second monitor clicked, dimmed as they focused. 1 pending job, Governmental, Financial, Swansea Council, Welfare and Pensions, 60mb/s, a Latency of 478, CPU share of 17%, a minimum 25% partition and an hourly of £73. Accepted, share was high but money was good, sat back to adjust to the new measures, prayed to account for increased latency, skin in between fingers itched. Via Sydney took a look at the work, data transfer, 7,643 seeds, so boring it had to be legitimate, disconnected and burnt the trail through the proxy. Head lolled from side to side. Four hours was worth it, you don’t even notice.

Tingling in the groin and gut, designated a subconscious porn loop to restrain, tingling stopped, looked for nutrient levels, all fine, a spluttering hiss as the plankton paste regulated itself.

Closed eyes, shallow in the animal brain, echo of an orgasm and breakfast, barely started. Gone now, pray, face washed in basin. Ever soft features. Neat teeth, tongue soft purple, gums grey. Micro genitalia, a clitoral penis, vaginal opening, universal anus. A prayer, tingling in the belly, soft colours around the tips of the ears, left eye shaking.

The universal arsehole, the cosmic leveller, the purity of the squirting little squid in your pants, make me some putty now. Come brother come sister, stare at the sun, clean your retinas. Crouch, bend forward and shit, heels lifting out of our shoes, hands clasped to one another. The democracy of the arse hole, the point at which we can all meet, I know you a bit better because I know my own arse hole. Our best kept secret, we’re all the same, we all have a horrid little squirmer in our pants, let’s hold hands now.

Noise from the bins, swivelled towards the doorway, palm up, sends a push down the hallway. Push loped round the corner, down the passage, through the larder and hitting the back door, dissipating in ripples through it. A cat, the cat pushes back, Varley prays, the cat pushes again, this time softer, watching as its colours tumbled and died away in the hall.

Varley closed both eyes as the sun broke through the clouds, irritated at first, then thankful for the warmth and the delicate pink light making its way through the lids. Each nano second an eternity, you are here forever. An ever-dying eternity of the sun. Eternal entropic existence, warm and fuzzy. The solar economy, one way in, one way out. In between things, between states of entropic dissolvent, no fighting.

Self cauterising laser surgery. Swivelled, legs outstretched, Stood, pulled a length of tissue from the roller. Covering the mattress with it, pulled the wheely from the corner. Laying down, starting scan, 0.25% growth, minor subcutaneous tissue near hip. Awkward ruptures between Tibia and Fibula on right leg. Display stutters, showing a helix of calcium spiralling up out of the bone, Varley could suddenly feel it. Fatty growth around the liver as usual.

8.40am, a third of the way though the Swansea seeding, Varley paused the Governmental partition, always recommended full CPU when self cleansing.

Room temperature boosted 5 degrees, undressed, reached for wipes and prepped the work areas. The wipe dissolving the hair and colouring the skin bright white, white for clean and white for display pickups. Liquid gathered between the fingers, painted their calf, around the liver entry, checking the display, painted left hip also. Droplets gathered and dripped, tracing down the leg, a glowing trail, speeding down the side of the foot and staining the floor. Liver area a patchwork of bleach, the skin especially soft from all the attention would split in funny ways, elastic mesh to keep the skin together. Petroleum lubed skin, hooked up pressure pads on calf, liver and hip, hissing blood pushed out of tissue.

Article 4588:9379.6. Proven links in underground gene/meme warfare that leave the human suffering in the middle, hurt by both parties. The gene, the original replicator, the maker of the survival machine that is human, the maker of the brain. The brain, the birth place of a new, more efficient evolutionary force, the meme, each with it’s own blind agenda, each their own stubborn will to live. The human left confused between their blind squabbles, each pulling in a different direction, always towards suffering.

The genes role was to best adapt to it’s physical surroundings, this in no longer necessary. The meme has created culture and society, a new environment for evolutionary survival. The pace of adaptation and change reached dizzying speeds. The parasites that are meme and gene fighting over the body and damaging it in the meantime. The body is just the vessel, the vessels only purpose is to carry the genes , it’s purpose now is to propagate memes as well as partially genes. Consciousness and the ffeling of self, agency, is just a mistaken by product created in the conquests of meme and gene. It has been allowed to stay as long as it is behaved. Consciousness, a transitional product between gene survival and the birth of memes stuck in the middle.

Consciousness became involved in the mess, the growth of memes invading consciousness, the rejection of religion, the fear of death, the adoption of memes that tried to comfort one of that reality.

Part of the weaponry created by this mix up was cancer, a fumbled offspring of two blind, deaf and dumb mad scientists, part gene, part meme and part consciously willed. The gene losing the fight, the meme wanting immortality, the gene responding, adapting as fast at it could, started to propagate cancerous cells, cells that were in blind short term understanding immortal. Constant reproduction, constant growth, but with the unforeseen consequence of killing the host.

It began by redoubling it’s efforts to squash both, increasing violence, sex drive, selfishness in a bid to destroy culture and society. Trying to push humans back into small tribal pockets, back into the dark ages where they can forget their memetic pararsites and the plague of consciousness that had infected the brain. But memes and consciousness fought back, vying to stay alive and the cancer war began. It lead to millennia of backward stagnation, the strange hypocritical, contradictory projects, capitalism, communism etc etc. Strange societies, run on contradiction and obfuscation, fuled by memes counsness and a voracious genetic code. The war had begun and it was a foul state to witness. Memetics and genetics only know the primeval, they only know the brutality of the universe, the systems they make are ones of blunt trauma and self serving vice, this is what human society had followed for thousands of years. Society became a ritualistic place of genetic and memetic role-play, a strange stage for us to express our memetic and genetic desires, to enact our unconscious drives.

This war created conditions experienced in the 21st century, this bizarre unstable situation, 2 blind megalomaniacs and a scared confused consciousness. The ‘self’, believing it was in control of its actions, believing that free will existed, when really it had nothing, no say in anything, pulled this way and that by it’s unconscious masters. Until it was all revealed, genetic behavioural code revealed, consciousness becoming aware of what its master were. Fooling us all along, unconscious areas of the brain making decisions well in advance of any conscious process, the feeling of free will and ‘agency’ produced is a retroactive construction, protecting the mind from the feeling of helplessness. A key feature in genetic and memetic survival, the vessel must understand little to nothing of it’s actions while believing they are in full control.

Cancer was a desperate attempt for the gene to take back control of the situation. It had started to feel the presence of the invaders, consciousness and the memes. Now the genes were turning on their own creation, desperately trying to pare it back. Cancer was it’s weapon, the body need not live that long anyway, only for enough time to reproduce and protect the family. The life cycle needed to be addressed, too much time for consciousness and memetics to start interfering in matters.

Memes and genes however lacked one thing, that was foresight, the ability to imagine. This allowed humans to retake control of the body, the brain. To regulate both gene and meme and allow consciousness to take back territory. Humanity unified by consciousness, the one true leveller that is shared by all, everything else is just memetic or genetic behavioural systems, race, gender, class, sexuality.

Laying down on the bed, face to the paper towel. Turning over, best to do the calf muscle last. Scanned again, local anaesthetic injected around entry point, Varley began the clean at the liver, using hands, head to the side at wheely’s monitor, small claws pinching the skin, tension, pressure pad off, skin quickly parted, no blood. Pushing stomach out the way, fascia snipped, parted just enough to allow access to bottom of liver, 0.18mm shave, fat sucked and vaporised, liver shines, light colour of new cells, quickly pared back to the darker red. Exits, sealing partitions and skin, rearranging stomach, skin pulled together sealed, 1 inch opening when the clamps let go, final seal. Second cut at hip, cells on inside of subcutaneous tissue, more anaesthetic, pressure pad removed, small skin door opened, shaved and sealed, no longer than a minute. Unclips screen, flips over, drops pressure pad into sterilising bucket, suction skin, the layers peeling back, new pads sucking and holding. Small robotic arms from the wheely work calmly, anaesthetic, muscle split, calcium spiral bored out, bone saturated with inert solution, sealed, exits, layers back in place, sealed and finished. Varley flips over, reattaches screen, a pink droplet runs from the liver stitch, wraps midriff with surgical compress. Sits on edge of bed, flushes guts into bucket and wipes down body. Skin tingles, some potential energy. Varley prays and fingers itch.

Washes face, features so soft, nose barely rising out of skull, soft dome eyes, wide slits, tiny lashes, hairless body, micro genitalia

Article 4588:9379.6 Genetic code regulation, neurochemical inhibitors and digital brain stem attachments were now the standard. Consciousness was now the unifying factor for humanity, consciousness was the only way out of this ruinous situation that genes and memes and lead us. It was discovered that consciousness comes in and out of human society, sometimes it is necessary for both evolutionary parties, other times it is a hindrance and must be stamped out. The process of genes removing consciousness could be done in as little as 5 generations. This didn’t leave the world governments much time to act to try and save consciousness.

The understanding of our genetic sequencing enabled society to quickly back some control of the genes. Reproduction for a time became a state controlled procedure, given the circumstance people were relieved, the current position being that 38% of the population was dying before the age of 45, with the age decreasing year on year. No one wanted the genes to be in control anymore.

The memes were dealt with brain stem attachments, the aim being to overload the brain with information and then while it is distracted to try and let consciousness make unencumbered decisions. Artifical free will. Brain stem attachments developed, to confuse and hinder the animal brain, to lead it into a complete state of confusion. Just background noise. The Brain stem attachments, digital hyper loops for media projection techniques. The unit running constantly, updated remotely if more effective loops found. The loops floods the memetic holding areas of the brain, leading to saturation, this saturation temporarily dissipates the ability for memes to hijack consciousness and propagate themselves. The synthesised loop using imagery, sound, music, many different sensory devices. This part of the brain has been partitioned so they are not noticed by the user. It did cause headaches on some of the earlier models. The loops are updated and refreshed daily, the memetic receptors quickly learn the loops and began to operate outside them, refreshing them never gives them this option. The saturation of this part of the brain gives consciousness a chance to respond to reality without the constant pull of the memetic agenda.

When first experienced, users felt rather empty, especially after v.2293747 of the genetic code, with many genetic behaviours removed. People’s heads all of a sudden felt empty, this feeling was worrying for many. Used to the comforting totalitarian drives of the gene and meme, now suddenly alone, left with no one to guide. People felt empty and life became very abstract, many suicides, it took a long time to get used to. Life suddenly, became a quite bizzare experience, where as before ‘things made sense’ but for no reason apart from delusion of agency and delusion of purpose.

Artifical Free will, free will is never possible because synapses can never fire on their own. Need to stress this! One media loopto saturate the memetic ares of the brains. One part of the brain stem attachment fire synapse’ in the brain. When firing, the brain would be active and then thoughts upon this platform are slightly freeer than previously. We are reactive beings, we take information from the outside world and then respond to it, we are not proactive, we cannot create thoughts out of nothing. Our brains can only react to what we feed it, it cannot create anything of its own.

Neurochemical brain levellers, brain chemicals regulated, remove all fluctuations, to reduce the chances of acting based on genetic hormone releases. Everything was flattened out to give consciousness the best chance.

The cancer though was a continued problem, genes had seemingly become more sophisticated, something hidden to us was going on and the labs were in a constant battle to irradicate its cancer spreading, age of death had bee rescued and now stood at 85, still 45 years off what was once the average age of death, 135.

Then go into brain rape, brain stem attachments, articial free will and the conscious trying to outplay genetics and memetics to gain some sort of control over their reality, this is the purpose of genetic control and brain stem attachments, to forcibly take control. How to supress memes? Overloading the brain with ideas and then from that point of total knowing make a ‘free’ choice, not allowing any one meme to take control, not enough space for all memes, just a little taster of each to create artificial free will.

A reminder pops up as Varley is towelling the last of the pink saline droplets leaking from the incisions. All surgical rinsed at the wheely, then placed in it’s central autoclave for sterilisation. Wheely pushed under the mantle piece where a fire place would have been.

The reminder was a Rotation notification, Varley stepped into stores and found the freeze dried samples. Once every 3 months sperm and eggs samples were given, for research and also reproduction.

The door buzzed as Varley padded back down the stairs towards the front door. Opening as they neared it, the bright light pouring in, Varley moving feet to avoid it’s heat. There was an awkward whirring outside, the wheeled drone, stuck on the upturned bin lid. Taking a black umbrella from the hall, Varley slipped on some flip flops, opening the umbrella as they stepped out, the heat of the sun still making it through the shield. Being out in the sun all morning the bin lid was hot, it’s shiny surface reflecting the light back onto the pale legs, skin itching from the irritation.

Varley soon freed the wheel, unable to pick the lid up, kicked it to one side of the path. Indifferent to Varley’s presence, the buggy carried on it’s journey to the front door where it tooted it’s chirping electronic horn. The mother drone waiting in the middle of the street, the little bays opening up for its returning kids. Varley made their way back inside, scanning the packages on the front sensor then placing them into the open hatch, its cooled interior air a huge contrast to outside atmosphere. The lid closed and the buggy whirred back through the front gate, down the curb and back into its designated bay in the mother drone. Last back the mother drone now sped off, back to the regional facility. The facility will process the specimens, apply any new updates to the genetic code (normally 10-20 alterations found made a month), some samples kept for research, viable stabilised code sent on to a randomised facility, where all the worlds modified genes were kept. There the lottery would begin, the whole worlds sperm and eggs, randomly chosen to create the next generations. V.8402893 was the current genetic base, our own gene pool, now consciously controlled. No parents, no tribes apart from humanity at large. (platos republic idea?, Sparta’s societal structure). Becoming a sole agent within society.

Varley was back upstairs, already had a universal credit payment from the Reproduction centre. Sat down at the screens,

Perhaps adding something to say that games were the future of all social interaction and experience.

Sleep walker 9/11 article. The weaving of the collective conscious and unconscious into video form, film editors, the new order of priest soothsayers. Reconstructed from hive mind footage, which is exctracted from collective consciousness, sleep, hypnosis, young girls on mentrals cycles. A girls first period (girls monitored for this, as first period arrives they are examined for fresh collective memoris, passed down from generations, secrets, loves, stories, horrors.

Collective conscious starts to get heavy, get saturated, starts to obsess over traumas, over guilt. The consciousness becoming more sensitive and more powerful. Sleepwalking was the first instant, people would begin walking, end up at ground zero, massed outside people houses (guilty people).

Article 4588:9379.6. Senen Cove, 14th March 2014

Without disturbing the covers, her bare legs slipped out of the bed, her feet instinctively finding the slippers. Her husband snorted at the slight disturbance, turning over awkwardly, his t-shirt catching in such a way that would eventually lead to his arm going numb, upon waking he would realise his wife had gone.

Her feet had pushed all the way into the faux fur slippers, her night gown falling to just below the knee. She was now seated on the side of the bed, hands massaging the mattress, all the muscles in the face relaxed, eyes shut, still sleeping. She stood and made her way across the room, she crossed the landing, walked slowly down the stairs, hand on the bannister, at the bottom she slowly unlocked the door.

Senen Cove was a small village, deep south west, Lands End, England, it was 4.12am and dark. The wind was blowing bitterly as Claire walked down the central road through the village. She turned sharply, through the pub car park, over the knee high timber bar and down the shingle embankment.

Halfway down the slope she twisted her ankle, falling head first into the loose rocks. An automatic groan as the wind was knocked out of her, rolled onto her back and stood, carrying on her journey towards the sea. She hobbled down the rest of the embankment, clearing the shingle and out onto the sandy beach.

The sun was just pushing up over the land behind her as her slippers touched the cold water. Her pace unchanged as she proceeded into the sea. The blue black darkness calling her forward, her head held transfixed on the horizon, her eyes shut, still sleeping.

The dark water was now chest height, breathing now short, her footing lost where the sea bed fell abruptly away. Her head underwater, she breathed in, filling her lungs, the cold salty sea funnelled into her lungs. Chest convulsed, partly retching the water back up, with her head still under the next breath drew in more water, this continued until she was unconscious, each convulsion gentler than the last.

Were part of the unearthing of the 9/11 myth, through a hive mind, collective conscious investigation. Groups have started to investigate the past, freedom of information of the past, the agencies tried to disrupt this but the hive minds managed to stop this. (think of Peter Watts at the beginning of that book, the government systematically killing the hive minds, against anything that goes up against them). They were able to contact spirits within the atmosphere, or troubled spirits from the actual locations of these traumatic events, these investigations are recorded, fragments of memories stored. Different spirit perspectives brought together, edited to work out what happened, moment by moment. Video editors, are now almost soothsayers, spiritual, their practice is magical as well as technical.

The spirits are haunting the world, not being released into the cosmos where they are meant to join the flux/wind of the universal, the universal. The guilt plagues the spirit, and is spat out upon death only to travel within 8 km of where the death took place, given the size of the universe, 8km is like being stuck in a shoe. As you can imagine, in New york this was difficult, given it’s size and a human propensity to trauma and guilt.

They unearthed the memories from the people, not only could they interact with the spiritual they could also tap into relatives of the people, particularly the daughters, particularly while menstruating. They did this with the help of drug inducement and hypnotherapy, stored memories deep in their unconscious.

They also find fidden footage of the actual event, the inside of these rooms and the stair wells as they were being boarded up. Gassed, sleeping gas. They find this buried in the back garden of someone home, he never knew what his father had done in his life. He had himself always had an inexplicable fear of the garden. The package was sealed, and secured in special containers. It seems we never want to die with these things, we always want to leave some sort of trace, some way that the truth can still be got at somehow.

The hive minds and Editor Shaman have got together with surveillance to set up detection posts across the lands. To detect these restless, ‘Grounded’ spirits.

They depend on these conspiracy theories, they depend on terrorism, they depend on prejudice, cold war, racism, sexism. They depend on all forms of bigotry and self interest. All of these Narratives have helped the retainment of the status quo and the oppression of the masses for the world over, everyone has been fucked by this, everyone. Everything is a smokescreen for economic oppression, there’s no way that without these things people would put up with the lack of social mobility etc etc etc etc. The more the consciousness of the people grow, the more desperate the agencies get. Greater amounts of force is necessary, greater spectacles, the more outrageous, the more unthinkable the more believable and also the more open to conspiracy theories. They actually aim to make the false flag scenarios as complicated and outlandish as possible, of course they could have just blown up the twin towers on that day, but that would have been to easy, not enough of a spectacle, they needed the whole world to tune it, the whole world to see the fantastic display of badly masked planes supposedly hitting the towers. If it wasn’t so unbelievable no one would have believed it.

They left too many clues though, the money, the bonds, the hijackers, the drills, that amateur masking.

This was all revealed by a secret silicone valley group The Hive minds ended up unearthing all of this. Elon Musk managed to get one up on the world agencies and set up an independent bureau of investigation.

Elon Musk is himself the centre of a conspiracy theory, he tactically nuked himself apparently after writing a digital suicide note. The tactical nuke became a favourite of the authorities as it handily enough vaporised all evidence and made the crime scene un-investigable for many months. I wonder what lengths someone such as Musk must go through not to be assassinated by the authorities, how careful does he have to be not to be framed, self suicide etc. What securities does he have to build up, personal, physical, technical, governmental, international. etc etc.

There are some who say this has been planned for a long time, and that for years it has been forced into our collective conscience. Through imagery, 911 emergency, all these things, so when it does happen we’re already comfortable with the idea, we’re already halfway to believing it. ( talk about precognitional memory, the shadow government already have a deep understanding of this, they know that propaganda just needs to be maintained through ought the present and into the future to make us believe it right now, they know it’s a 300 year old plan that started yesterday.

There are now inbuilt programs that can detect possible precognition patterns, like an antivirus. Every person now has their own defences, their only checks on everything, food, water, information, everything is checked, double checked.

Need More Varley -Varley Gaming here, alternative economy, brain power used to organise economy (like bit coin harvesting). Neo liberal capitalism modelled on 3.5 billion year old genetic survival, need an economy for the future.

Conscious Rape , started with the hyperfrontality epidemic, all forms of stimulation. This brought about the unification of the sexes, the unification of gender, sexuality, classes, nations. We were all suddenly seen as one thing, one being, slight human consciousness. The forever misguided human consciousness, forced, coerced into nearly all actions. Consciousness became the unifying force in all of this, all of us,

This first led to big crack downs on all visual, audio, media stimulation that could be seen as collaborating with either genetic or memetic survival at the detriment to the human subject. For billions of years the human consciousnessn the human being had always come second, now with memes on the scene, it was trailing in third place. There needed to be a rebalancing.

The brain was deemed woefully out of date, out of touch with the new world. The Brain is a 3.5 billion year old piece of hardware, only getting a firmware update every million or so years, it could not keep up with the alter, alien devices that proliferated around the world. Consciousness Rape clauses aimed to stop companies and media preying on us. Sex, Fear, Violence, Death, all these things were part of the problem. The populations of the Centro Western States came together and agreed to try and limit the constant inseccessant attacks on the struggling consciousness. All sexualities, all genders, all classes came together for this.

Devices were developed to single out animal, or knee jerk brain responses. People were notified in real time when they were making decisions based on a limited free will or their animal instincts. There can never be free will, but the closest thing to it. Discuss free will, Peter Watts, how can there be free will when everything is a reaction, you can only ever react you can never assert yourself, you can’t make yourself think, full stop.

Genetic Code roleplaying as humans, memes also roleyplaying as humans, consciousness stuck in the middle of these blind , waring factions. Memes and Genes also trying to get rid of consciousness, it wan’t good for either of them.

Culture is a tool for genes and memes inject the illusion of agency upon a being. Culture/society as stage for us to role play within. Memes and genes needs consciousness in order to survive, it holds this consciousness, maintains it through culture. Society/ Culture is all an unconscious creation of these survival systems.

All areas of human life just a performance to enhance reproduction of these entities. Different genes and meme sets , with different skills put together different showcase areas to highlight their skills in order to impress mates and engender themselves within the social structure. Sciences, arts, government, money, banking, finances, nature, these are all tribes that are vying with each other in order to promote their gene/meme sets.

Reciepts (gang of murderers)

Gang of people murdering high ranking officials on their death bed, 40 years after their offence. The list of damned people is public, so they know it’s coming. Will kill you 5 years before your estimated death.

End on the sun, the solar exchange, varley looking again at the outside world, the hot rays, perhaps he decides to spend the rest of the day on the roof sunbathing, building up his relationship with the mother of existence, his true parent. The Sun is our immediate provider, our immediate creator, we are her offspring, she is our mum. We can only learn from her example, for ever giving like the sun, even unto our own destruction.

Perhaps elaborate on the idea that once we leave this we become part of the universal, then the universe dies and becomes a part of something else, then that dies and becomes part of something else. Where is the end point of this? Ballard, voices of time!!

Fish all fucking the wrong types of fish. Both chemical and sound pollution began interfering with fish migration and breeding patterns. The high levels of mercury inducing bouts of clinical schizophrenia and mass hysteria amongst many species of fish. Oceanic disturbances first reported off the Costa Rican coast, the Gulf of Nicoya’s beaches and inlets clogged with rotting fish carcasses. A group of marine biologists with the help of local fisherman soon found the source. A shoal of cod, 850,000 in number, a gluttonous whirlpool, its exterior surrounded by adult males, the interior a prison to females and the young. At night the shoal would surface, their furious circular swimming creating a whirlpool capable of dragging under smaller vessels.

The Cod seemed to be systematically dismantling the oceanic ecosystems. When their prey was bigger than them they’d devour it, when it was smaller than them they’d rape it. The death of 37 researchers over 4 years led to many countries not allowing scientists in the water. The swarm had developed a society of constant hysteria and manic bloodlust.

They came to have a semi religious cult following by some fringes of society. People thought it was the end of the world, hundreds sacrificed themselves to the shoal, large boats, full of sacrificials would head out after nightfall. Cutting off the engines upon approaching the shoal, the sacrificals would then enter the water, the current from the whirlpool drawing them slowly in. Satilite images of whole families sucked into the swarm of fish, the blood swirling round, in the anti-clockwise motion of the swarming fish. Simultaneously drowned and eaten alive. Underwater footage of these mass suicides were often leaked from military vessels monitoring the swarm. The fish passing the sacrifices down the walls of the shoal to the bottom of the tornado of fish, the limp bodies, clothes delicately stripped off, cartwheeling down the outside of the throbbing structure, pushed and pulled downwards. The bodies were almost completely stripped by the time they reach the bottom the structure. The flesh prepared perfectly for the young of the shoal at the bottom, meant tender, ripped into manageable strips. The fish were seen as Satanic, the coming of the apocalypse, their steely dead eyes, looking into the camera, indifferent to existence.

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