#holy shit i've never had a sore throat like this

[scaryscarecrows]

Antoine never thought about how many times a night people swallowed, but he's now painfully aware that the answer is 'a metric fuck-ton'.

He was up all night, feeling like he'd gargled broken glass every time his throat worked (and not feeling much better now) and that's probably why his brain-to-mouth filter isn't working so hot.

"What are you doing in here?"

"Hiding from Deathstroke," the Knight admits. "He's on a roll about the napalm again. If I tell him I'm keeping you in the loop, he won't follow me. I hope."

It's not funny. It really isn't. Deathstroke is an asshole of the highest order and a creep, in Antoine's humble opinion.

"Why did you hire him?"

"Contingency. Talk less, you sound like death."

Antoine, still bitter about being stuck in here, only half-forces a series of coughs.

"That fuckin' cyclops," he wheezes, "is the worst contingency."

"Stop talking."

No. He wants to hide in here from his bad life choices, he suffers the consequences.

"You're paying him enough not to get bought out, right?"

"Hopefully."

Humph.

Ugh, his throat hurts. It's the kind of all-encompassing misery that sweeps over his tongue and into his teeth. He's not even that miserable otherwise (shut up, Mark, it's his iron constitution, not that ghastly goop), but this...this sucks.

When he levers himself up for water, he finally gets a look at what the Knight's been sketching.

"The fuck is that."

"A tunnel borer."

...

"Why."

"An exploratory team found one." Scritch-scritch-scritch. "I want Clyde to make it go faster."

"Contingency?"

"Mm-hm."

Christ.

"Better than Deathstroke." The Knight huffs a laugh. "Seriously. What even happened to his eye? Did it rot out, like that white supremacist's?"

"No."

Huh. Guess he did decide to follow, after all.

He sounds pretty pissed, but Antoine's throat hurts too much to care. Besides, don't eavesdrop and you won't hear people talking shit.

"Knight." The boss hums. "Your elite squadron's leader is nowhere to be found and I need to assess them."

Riley may or may not even be on base, now.

"I'll find him," the boss says curtly. Deathstroke makes an irritated noise but steps back outside. "Ugh."

"Have fun with Deathstroke, sir."

"At least I didn't piss him off."

Eh. Worth it.

[demon-of-math]

Followup to this. :)

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Koru hadn't been to a mall in at least a decade. From what he knew of the modern world, they weren't all that popular anymore in most universes. So when Ori insisted they go on an "emergency family mall trip" because Finch had never been to a Build-a-Bear, he was surprised to say the least.

As they walked down the busy aisleways of the megaplex, Koru eyed a store he hadn't set foot in since he stopped wearing eyeshadow. A wave of nostalgia punched him in the chest, and he couldn't help himself.

Once Ori and Finch were out of sight, he turned away from the shoe store he said he would stop at and strolled into the Hot Topic across the way.

The demon smiled and thanked the employee that greeted him as he headed inside. It was small, packed with fandom merch, and proudly displayed rows upon rows of pop culture t-shirts. The inventory had changed a lot; but they looked to still have some good stuff (he had to stifle a laugh when he found a Death Note hoodie his younger self would have loved).

"Scuse me," called an oddly familiar voice behind him. "Do you guys have jewelery or chains on sale?"

Koru turned around to answer. "Oh, sorry, I don't work h-" but he stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing who he was speaking to.

She had shimmering violet hair like the feathers of a raven. Her eyes were a bright, almost silvery color. She was tall and lanky and pale, almost like she had one foot in the grave.

But it was her. It had to be.

Eyes wide and voice trembling, the demon spoke. "...Sandy?"

The woman stared at him blanklu for a moment, before suddenly gasping. "Holy shit- Koru-?!"

"S- Sandy! My hells, I thought you were- what are you- I-"

"I can explain," she responded quickly, a nervous smile flashing onto her face. "But first I'm gonna need a hug."

Koru didn't hesitate to pull her into an embrace, fighting back his tears in hoped they wouldn't dirty his glasses. "I never thought I'd see you again."

Sandy took in a shaking breath of her own. "Neither did I. But look at us now." She was the first to pull away from the hug, looking down at him with warmth in her eyes.

As they pulled away, Koru took a second to clear his throat and calm down. "So... what are you doing here? I thought you..." he trailed off, not wanting to say it out loud.

Sandy sighed, straightening out her shirtsleeves. "I did. And I shouldn't have... it was a stupid decision, even if it got me where I am now."

That shook the demon, knowing what he'd last heard of her had been the truth. "And... where exactly is that?"

Her smile brightened again, and from the waist of her belt, she brandished a silver pocketwatch. On its lid was the emblem of a crossed pair of scythes fronted by a skull. "Closer to you now."

Koru's bittersweet joy made way for shock, then realization, then pride and happiness. "You're a reaper?"

Sandy nodded, opening the watch and checking the face. "I'm here on a job, actually. I work for a purgatory and collect souls who passed thebsame way I did," she explained, before adding, "And I've been looking for your hell in the meantime."

That meant a lot to him. To think his first true friend had been looking for him even after her death... it almost justified the tragedy. "Well- hey, my door's always open. My hell is connected to this universe, so... now you know."

She huffed and smiled. "What about you? Did you get summoned with mayonnaise this time?" she joked, causing Koru to laugh as well.

"No, actually, I'm... I'm here with my kids," he replied, feeling a little bashful to admit that.

"Kids?" Her smile turned a little more playful. "You really adopted that angel boy, then?"

Koru's smile fell immediately, a pang of remorse shocking his heart at the memory. "...not him. He's... not around anymore."

Sandy watched his expression, and grimaced as she realized she had touched a sore spot. Rather than asking about it, she redirected the subject to the present. "Well... who's here now? That's what matters most, right?"

Koru met her gaze again, remembering that was something he had said to her all those years ago, and his smile returned to him.

"I'll introduce you."

[boop-le-snoot]

Are there any smut fics you recommend where either Bruce, Stephen, or Tony are 100% daddy? I’m talking shaking legs and a sore throat kind of stuff

You have good taste

Hey nonnie,

I reblog a lot of fics! I read a lot, too, so your best bet would be using the search option in my blog (even if tumblr makes it wonky) - I use the tags "[character name last name] x reader" & "[character name last name] smut" most commonly, so like this, you can see the stuff I've reblogged.

I've got holes in my head, like Swiss cheese, so I can't remember all the good fics I've read, but here are a few authors that have great shit:

@rosequartzwriting (when i crave stephen, she's my plug) @syntheticavenger (absolutely insanely talented) @slothspaghettiwrites (deserves the world - the world doesn't deserve them) @couldntbedamned (that's my wife! her bruce>>>) @sobeautifullyobsessed (for very fancy stephen smut!) @stuckybarton (absolute unit, they never disappoint) @youlightmeupfinn (more stephen) ;

my homies @patheticallysentimental - @mostly-marvel-musings - @letsby - are like the holy trinity of tony stark and all things daddy; and finally,

@xoxoviva had recently experienced a random blog deletion, but if you go on her page, you can find links to her stuff on AO3/etc, she's really talented and writes for black folks.

@wint3r-h3art @aephereal @leydileyla also had some good stephen stuff.

[ilici]

kitty, kitty, kitty.

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Summary: You and Karl rarely argue, and the one time you do, he is streaming. So he punishes you, after he finishes his stream.

GN reader !

NSFW MINORS DNI !!

Warnings: Degrading, cat maid outfit, biting, gagging, choking.

Word Count: 2138

Karl was already in a bad mood from Quackity and Sapnap teasing him about his relationship with Y/N. They kept repeating, "Karl is a simp", "Karl's the bottom in the relationship for sure.", "I bet Karl literally whines when he doesn't have Y/N's attention." Finally after a while, he snapped at them telling them to quit. They did, noticing he wasn't joking, although twitch chat thought it would be funny to come up with the nickname, 'Whiney boy Karl'. Y/N on the other hand was watching his stream from their shared bedroom, and they found it hilarious as it was all true. Karl was the bottom in the relationship, he would always beg for attention and would turn bratty if Y/N ignored him, and Karl was indeed a simp.

Taking it upon themself to go and bother Karl personally, Y/N got up out of bed and made their way to Karl's streaming room. Karl's fans have seen Y/N on multiple occasions, whether it was them giving food to Karl, keeping Karl company while he streamed, or even joining him on the stream, it wasn't abnormal for Y/N to just randomly pop up. When Karl's door open, he cautiously looked over as Y/N entered the room with a mischievous glint in their eyes. When the two would argue, it would be once in a blue moon, as they knew each others limits and boundaries. But it was never a pretty sight when they argued, as Karl is one to never truly show his feelings, he would finally let them all out when he was arguing.

He would scream, cry, and even go as far as to ignoring them for days on end. Y/N was a different story, they never really showed much emotion when arguing, nor did they show it when they were not arguing. Y/N was not the best at showing emotions due to childhood trauma, which Karl soon helped on, to the point where Y/N would only show genuine happiness around Karl. Now was one of those moments, where Y/N showed their emotions, which was mischievous. Karl already didn't want to deal with their antics as he was still a bit upset from Quackity and Sapnap's bit. "Hi bubba." Y/N greeted, walking over to Karl, and sitting down on the floor. Karl nodded his head in acknowledgment, as he pretended to focus on Minecraft.

Not liking his reaction, Y/N rolled their eyes and spoke up, "What's this 'Whiney boy Karl' ordeal about?" They asked, already knowing the answer. They just wanted to get a reaction from him, and Karl shifted trying to contain his emotions. "I don't know, something chat made up." He said dryly, hoping Y/N would drop the subject. "Obviously, but how do they know you're whiney?" Y/N asked once more, and Karl closed his eyes inhaling sharply. "Shut up." He muttered under his breath, Y/N hearing, but the mic didn't pick it up. Taking this as an invitation, Y/N shrugged and looked around aimlessly, "But it's true, why are you getting so worked up?" They said, which caused Karl to slam his hand down on his desk.

"You really don't know when to shut up, do you?" He said, deathly calm, which shocked Y/N as he was always one to yell during their arguments. "What's wrong with telling the truth? You shouldn't lie to your fans." Y/N argued back, and Karl threw his headset off, which startled the two people that were in a call with him. "What the hell is going on over there?" Sapnap asked, as the two clicked on his stream to see what was happening. Karl had muted on discord, but forgot to mute his actual mic, so the stream could hear and see everything. "Oh? Tell the truth? Okay, sure." He scoffed, moving his gaming chair away from him roughly.

Y/N rolled their eyes, and flipped him off, "You are an asshole, I was joking around and you snapped on me. What the fuck is your problem?" They said, now angry, and Karl laughed shaking his head. "You know what you were doing. You came in here to purposely anger me." Karl said, stepping dangerously close to Y/N, "Holy shit, this is getting good." Quackity said, and Sapnap laughed a bit as he has witnessed a fight between the two before. "So what if I did?" Y/N said, grabbing Karl's shirt collar pulling him closer with a harsh glare. "I bet you did it because you're wanting me to fuck the absolute shit out of you." He whispered, so that his mic wouldn't pick it up, and Y/N visibly gulped.

"What the fuck did he say to them?" Quackity asked, and Sapnap hummed, "You may be short, but that isn't the only thing short on you. So is your temper." Sapnap said, making up random sentences as the two whispered between each other. "What if I want you to?" Y/N asked, looking at Karl's lips as he licked them hungrily. "Go get fucking dressed you attention whore." He whispered in their ear, and Y/N walked out of the room red faced. Everyone assumed it was from anger, but Karl knew what it was from. "Sorry guys, I gotta go. Y/N is having a tantrum because I've been streaming for 3 hours now." He said, before smirking, "Whose the whiney one now chat?" He asked, before he abruptly ended the stream leaving the call without a word.

Quickly making his way to the bedroom, Karl swung the door open to see Y/N in the maid outfit, adjusting the cat ears on their head. He smirked, and bit his bottom lip scanning their body. "What an adorable kitty you are." He said, and Y/N scoffed flipping him off, "Bite me, bitch." Y/N muttered under their breath, and Karl raised an eyebrow walking to them. Grabbing Y/N by their throat, he glared at them, as he reached behind pulling on their hair to make them look up at him as their height difference was by a whole foot. "Speak up kitty." He said, and Y/N winced looking Karl in the eyes, "I said, bite me, bitch." They said, daringly and Karl just chuckled.

"As you wish." He said, removing his hand from their neck, keeping the other tangled in their hair so their head was angled. Leaning down, he harshly bit their neck as Y/N let out a strangled mewl. "Fuck, that hurt." They said, trying to get out of his death grip. Karl being a lot stronger, they were stuck in his grip, as he kept biting around on their neck leaving prominent hickeys. "So pretty." He said, looking at his work on their neck. "On the bed, now." He demanded, and Y/N quickly listened not wanting to be punished more than they already were. Smirking at this Karl, slowly walked over as he adjusted them so they were on their hands and knees. "Ass up higher." He said, and Y/N arched their back.

Karl, was indeed the bottom in the relationship, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to be dominant. "Good kitty." He whispered, pulling down their underwear, and walked to the front of the bed, and forced their mouth open shoving their underwear inside their mouth gagging them. "Not a sound kitty." He said darkly, and Y/N nodded in understanding. Moving back, he moved the skirt up, showing their bare ass. He rubbed it lovingly, and slammed his hand down on it harshly to make sure, the underwear muffled the sounds. Smiling as he heard a muffled yelp, he slowly pulled his shirt off, and unzipped and unbuttoned his pants. Pulling them off, along with his boxers, he stepped out of them watching as Y/N squirmed around impatiently.

Getting on top of the bed, he gripped their hips roughly, knowing he'd leave bruises on them. Making sure they were prepared, he slowly entered in them, and he let out a satisfied moan when he bottomed out. Not moving, he waited for a signal, and once Y/N moved back against him for friction, he took that as the signal. Pulling out completely then slamming back in, he heard Y/N let out a surprised muffled moan. Repeating this action, he made sure to keep his pace even until he himself grew tired of it. Picking up his pace, he watched as Y/N was slowly reaching their high. Reaching forward he helped them reach it, "Cum for me, be the little whore you are and cum for me." He growled out, now ramming into them.

Letting out loud muffled moans, Y/N felt themself cum at his words, and they would've fell onto the bed if it wasn't for Karl's death grip on their hips keeping them up. Keeping his fast pace, he finally came inside of them, and pulled out watching as Y/N helplessly fell onto the bed tiredly. Smirking as he saw the white liquid slowly fall out, he smacked their ass again, this time softer. "You think we are done? Fuck no, get your ass up." He said, and grabbed their hips again, making sure to dig his nails into their skin. "Cat's have 9 lives, so you have 8 more rounds to go." He told them, and Y/N whined out, digging their face into the bed as he slammed back into them without a warning.

By the time it reached 4 A.M. Y/N was worn out, and sore, while Karl was just tired. Falling down beside Y/N he was breathing heavily, "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" He said, looking over at Y/N who was just staring at him in a haze. Chuckling he reached over, taking the cat ears off, "Now you know that I will bite back if it comes to it, literally." He said, and Y/N just let out a tired laugh, as they took off the maid outfit, limping to the bathroom to cleanse themself. Karl watched amused at their limping, "Seems like the cat couldn't land on all fours." He joked, and Y/N flipped him off from the bathroom.

"Will you shut up?" Y/N whined, and Karl got up walking into the bathroom, "Seems like someone didn't learn their lesson." He said, picking Y/N up, and walking into the bedroom throwing them down onto the bed harshly. "No- wait- I'm sorry." Y/N said quickly, and Karl looked at them, before he nodded. "Just rest up." He said, handing Y/N his shirt to put on. Putting it on happily, they laid down, Karl wrapping his arm around their waist. "Do you think they heard our argument?" Y/N asked, mainly thinking about if they heard the sexual parts or not. Karl chuckled, "I made sure they didn't hear those parts, don't worry. They probably heard everything else." He admitted, and Y/N nodded their head.

Y/N yawned tiredly, and soon fell asleep. Karl shortly fell asleep after, the two were soon awoken by a loud bang from their living room. Groaning, Y/N rubbed their eyes as they looked around confused, "Karl, someones in the house." They said, and Karl quickly got up walking out of their room to go into the living room. "Holy shit!" Karl yelled, and Y/N bolted out of the room, and found Karl on the floor, and a relieved Chris standing above him. "Oh my god Y/N I thought Karl murdered you!" He said, running over to you, and hugged you. Looking down at Karl confused, Karl shrugged in an answer, "I saw your guys argument, and when Karl or you didn't answer your phones for 12 hours straight, I thought one of you died." He said, and Karl laughed a bit.

Y/N scoffed and mumbled, "One of us did." Which Karl heard, and Chris looked at Y/N confused, "What?" He said, and Karl got up, "They probably got scared from you." He said, and Y/N nodded, "I thought me and Karl were going to be murdered, as it is 6 in the fucking morning Chris!" They yelled the last part, and Chris laughed sheepishly, "I was just worried about my baby cousin, alright?" He said, now embarrassed. "How the hell did you even get in?" Karl asked, and Chris pointed to the now shattered window, "Sorry about that.. I'll ask Jimmy to buy you a new one." He said, and Karl slapped Chris upside the head. "God you're so dumb, and you have a fucking son." Y/N said, rolling their eyes pinching the bridge of their nose.

[misc-headcanons]

12 Days of XXX-mas Collab Day 4: Popsicle (Hawks/F!Reader)

❄ Link to the Collab Masterpost (warning: dark content in some/most of these fics!)

❄ Word Count: 1947

❄ Contains: Smut, deepthroating

When Hawks entered the apartment he shared with ____, he expected to see her watching videos on her phone while splayed out on the couch. As it turns out, he was somewhat right; she was on the couch, sitting in a kneeling position and concentrating intently. A popsicle was in her mouth, and there were a few scattered wrappers and sugar-stained wooden sticks in one of her hands as she tried to focus on the subject at hand--or rather, in-mouth. 

Hawks raised an eyebrow and smirked,  about to ask what she was doing. When he saw her slowly bobbing her head back and forth, trying her best to take as much of the popsicle in her mouth as possible without gagging, he simply blinked in surprise. Now he really wanted to know what the hell she had been doing while he was gone.

He watched her silently for a few seconds, waiting to see if she'd noticed that she was no longer alone or if she was too lost in thought to hear him open the door. A small trickle of bright-colored juice melted off at her lips and trickled down her chin, and she took this as a cue to move the popsicle even deeper down her throat. Hawks's eyes widened as she managed to swallow the entire thing, with the colored end of it barely peeking out from between her lips. He'd gotten blowjobs from ____ before, and while he always enjoyed himself (as evidenced by her very sore scalp and more than one noise complaint from her neighbors afterwards), she'd never been able to take his entire length like that. Granted, he was a bit more of a mouthful than your average popsicle, but...still, he'd never felt what it was like to fully sheathe himself inside of her throat like that.

____, still oblivious to Hawks's presence, slowly pulled the popsicle out of her mouth and licked the juice that had fallen down her chin before smiling proudly and taking a triumphant chomp out of what was left of her now mostly-melted snack. "Okay," she exhaled, licking her lips and setting the popsicle stick next to the others on the nearby coffee table. "Now I just have to wait for Keigo to get home and I can show off my new skills, hehe." 

Hawks crossed his arms and grinned. Were all these popsicles just for her to practice deepthroating on? "New skill, eh?"

____ automatically jumped in her seat, falling back against the couch when she turned to see Hawks by the front door. "Holy-shit-what-the--Oh!" She felt her face heat up and she gave her boyfriend a sheepish grin, embarrassed that she'd been caught. "Jeez, you're gonna give me a heart attack one of these days, Kei."

Kei shrugged. "I know CPR, so it's no biggie," he replied playfully, walking to kiss her cheek and plop onto the couch next to her. "But you already know how good I am at mouth-to-mouth, right babe?"

____ rolled her eyes and lightly smacked his shoulder, and when Hawks put an arm around her before pulling her in to nuzzle her neck, she giggled. "Awww, someone's extra affectionate today," she teased. He ran his hands up and down her sides while she leaned further against him. "Something get you 'riled up' at work?"

"Not at work," Hawks replied with a smile against her skin as he squeezed one of her breasts and heard her moan softly. "I'm just eager to see what new skill ya wanted to show off for me."

____ smiled and turned around to face him, crawling up to settle in his lap while she played with his soft blond hair and subtly grind against him. "Welllll," she drawled, "I've never really trained my gag reflex before, but I've always wanted to try deepthroating. So I figured I could learn how by trying out popsicles! That way even if I have trouble at first, the ice would make me more numb and still make it easier." She proudly put her hands on her hips. "Am I a genius or what?"

Hawks snorted at just how triumphant she looked and nodded, running his hands over her thighs and squeezing the curve of her ass as he rocked slightly against her. "Damn right you are," he replied playfully. "You're like the Sun Tzu of sucking cock."

____ laughed and bent down to give him one more heated kiss before shimmying off of his lap to kneel in front of him, unzipping his pants. "Let's see how much you'll be joking around once I put my skills to the test," she said smugly, her voice lower and more husky as she licked her lips eagerly. "I bet I can make you cum so hard, your wings'll start shaking from how good I feel around your cock."

Hawks bit his lip, relishing in her dirty talk while she pulled his pants and boxers down his thighs. His cock sprang out once it was freed, and the sight of its head glistening with a bit of precum made ____'s mouth water. She smiled mischievously at him, gently grasping his shaft with one hand and lapping at the head with the tip of her tongue. Hawks groaned softly and ran his hands through her hair; he loved it whenever she teased him like this, giving his cock plenty of attention and praise while intentionally drawing it all out. Sometimes it felt more like torture than simple teasing with how much she kissed and gently caressed his length with her tongue, waiting until the last possible moment to give him some reprieve and finally take his entire length into her mouth.

____'s mouth was still cold from the popsicles, and as she enveloped more and more of Hawks's dick she saw him shiver from the temperature difference. Wanting to warm him up a bit, she built up a bit of saliva on her tongue and hollowed out her cheeks as she swallowed up more and more of his length; the slow fade from a slight chill around her lips to a pleasurable wet warmth made Hawks moan again, and his grip on her hair tightened a bit. 

Her light sighs and whimpers sent soft vibrations through his entire cock, and he moved in his seat on the couch to get a better grip on the back of her head with both hands. "You--ah, fuck--ready to take all of me, baby?" He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and gently rubbed her cheek as she looked up at him eagerly. She let out a muffled "uh-huh" that sent another shiver up Hawks's spine; she was so cute when she was like this, submissive and oh-so eager to please him with that pretty mouth .

He held the back of her head and immediately shoved his cock further and further into her mouth, burying himself all the way inside of her with one swift stroke of his hips. She let out a sharp inhale through her nose as she felt the tip graze the back of her throat, and when she tried to swallow as best as she could, the two of them groaned in unison. 

Her tight, wet walls squeezed and contracted around his cock like a vice, and the moment he felt her try to swallow he lost his sense of control completely. He moved her head back and forth as he thrust into her mouth over and over, sighing with pleasure every time the tip of his cock hit that velvety sweet spot in the back of her throat. Her moans were barely able to come out of her mouth as he shoved her further and further against him until her nose was buried against the scruff of blond hair around his navel. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes, not from pain or fear, but a simple instinctive response from her body at this sudden unfamiliar intrusion; even with some training and ice to numb her throat, her gag reflex was still unused to receiving this kind of attention.

Hawks didn't slow down his pace, but he did quickly move his hands to grab hers and place them against his hips. He positioned her head again, and a thin sheen of sweat was starting to form on his forehead and his reddened cheeks. "T-tap me twice if it's too much," he stammered, bucking his hips as he felt the aching feeling of pleasure and pressure growing closer and closer to its peak. "God, you're so good at taking my cock…Using that slutty little mouth to make me feel so fucking good…" 

His balls smacked against ____'s chin over and over as he went faster, and his wings started to flutter a bit behind him as his voice became more and more strained. He felt her fingernails dig into the curve of his ass, but even as she struggled to breathe through her nose and fight back the welled-up tears in her eyes, she stubbornly refused to tap out. He looked down at her with half-lidded eyes and tapped the back of her head with his thumb to get her attention. When she looked up at him with those shining, adoring eyes, the corners of his lips turned up into a satisfied smile as he let out a small birdlike coo from the back of his throat. "You--f-fuck, you're tight...Heh, you like being told how good you are at taking my dick? You want me to cum all the way down your throat, baby?"

____ did her best to try and nod, squeezing his ass once again. He knew just how much she loved being praised during sex, and seeing her try to tell him "yes" as best as she could with his cock ravaging her mouth pushed him over the edge. His wings unfurled and stretched out behind him, stiffening as he came and sheathed himself inside of her as far as possible with a sharp cry. The shallow air from her nose fanned against his public hair, and a thin milky-white stream of semen and saliva trickled from her lips and down one of his balls. ____ felt his thick cum slide down her throat, completely eliminating any trace of the cold from earlier as she was enveloped by a feeling of warmth.

When the ringing in his ears died down, along with the throbbing sensation of his cock inside of her, he sank back against the couch and let his arms fall limply to his sides. His wings slowly relaxed and folded back, and he stared up at the ceiling with a content, lazy smile on his face as he panted. The sound of ____  as she swallowed the last vestiges of his cum and taking gulps of air now that she was able to breathe freely again pulled him back to reality, and he did his best to lean over and help her up onto the couch again. She immediately curled up against him, still breathing heavily as she rested her head in the crook of his neck and placed one of her palms on his chest. The two of them lay there for a minute or so, silently enjoying the hazy comfort that came after a fun-yet-intense bout of sex.

____ was the first to speak up, tilting her head to look up at him. "So…" She smirked and playfully traced shapes into his skin with her fingers. "Should we add popsicles to the grocery list from now on?"

Hawks let out a breathy chuckle and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer against him before kissing her temple. "Definitely."

[selfmadetorturedsadnessetc]

I seriously can't make up my adventures. Im a dirty whore! Which is what JP kept telling me while I had an amazing morning yesterday.

Ok first off, remember mma. Yeah the one I've only gotten to suck off with the huge load. Well I went and seen him first yesterday morning after work. Now I must be getting really good at sucking off semi if not at all hard cocks til they cum. Bc legit. I put his in my mouth and suck once, suck twice and bam. Not as big as his normal loads but a normal one for a normal guy. He was beyond shocked and it had never happened to him before. So as usual the awkward talking about life and I took off. To go meet up with JP

JP is the kitchen mgr at my job. He apparently has had it for me since he started. He tells me the other day that he wants me to come to his house and fuck. Bc his wife is giving him a free pass. Why? Idk. I didnt listen well. So yesterday morning was the day. Now note. Im a typical psychotic white girl in her 30s. Who has only been with one black guy in her life and it was an awful experience. The guy was nasty and not in a good way. But JP is a clean guy, married with children. So im like wth. Give him a chance. And thank whatever above for that. As soon as I hit the door he pushes me against the wall and starts kissing me and taking off my clothes. Then forces me to the bedroom on the bed. And I knew those huge lips were gonna be good but damn. Note I am a hard person to make cum. And it still took awhile but Holy shit I fucked his face so good. Then it was my turn. It ain't always true about the cock but his was thick. I have issues with thick cocks. Or atleast have trouble making them cum with a bj. I deep throated, I sucked, and did everything I did to mma that morning. Nothing came out. So he finally just decides to fuck me. He likes fucking missionary. And it is ok. I'd rather his mouth. Then it got intense. And my rough side started. I put his hand around my throat and he went to town with the other on my vagina. Btw I seem to cum when my head is hanging off the side of the bed. Bc he had me cumming and cumming. It was fucking awesome. Then it got rougher slapping my vagina hard to where I'd jump. And legit choking me until I had to physically pull him off at one point. But now my neck is sore, not marked thank goodness. My pussy still swollen a bit. And honestly tho I'd love that again. It took alot out of me. And im not that attracted to him, he seems like a feminine guy trying way to hard to be dominant. The organisms were amazing. But the attraction isn't there to be worth it to me. I dont want to hurt his feelings. So ill prob just play the busy card etc. And do it here and there. And so like I said it begins. Im gonna end up sleeping with alot of people from work. And hmmn the drama to unfold if they each find out. I know. But hey I do it all to myself.

[roseyserpents]

Delicate

Summary: after you lose everything you made friends with some Serpents, but you worry your new feelings would ruin what you have

Word count: 2,616

Warnings: mentions of sex (that's about it I think)

A/N: This is a song fic with Taylor Swift's Delicate! this is the first fic I've posted in a few months so it might be pretty bad :|

This ain't for the best

My reputation's never been worse, so

You must like me for me

You used to be at the top of the social ladder in Riverdale High. You walked the halls with Cheryl Blossom and Reggie Mantle and the like. You were a co-captain of the Riverdale Vixens, proudly wearing the uniform and looking down at the people who could only wish to be like you. To be someone everyone knew and was invited to every party. Someone who could get a boyfriend with the snap of her fingers and get everything she wanted just by saying it. You used to be that person. Until your mom lost her job sending you both tumbling from the richest parts of the Northside to Sunnyside trailer park. It was nothing like your old life where you had a closet the size of the entire trailer and any type of food you had a craving for. Now you had a small dresser and two cabinets that held Cheerios, Graham crackers, and ramen noodles. You traded your high and mighty life at Riverdale High for being the new soft kid from the Northside at Southside High. It was as if you were standing on the top rung of the ladder and someone pushed you off, sending you crumbling down to the bottom not even getting a grip of it. Your reputation in Riverdale was ruined.

That's why you were surprised when on your third day in hell a certain Serpent named Fangs Fogarty decided to take a chance on the Northsider that stook out like a sore thumb and invited you to sit with him and his friends at lunch. Fangs didn't have much of an issue with your past but it took the others about three months for them to consider you worthy of being called a Southsider. One of the people who scoffed and rolled their eyes every time you appeared or spoke was Sweet Pea. But he even came around to you eventually, you becoming part of the group. Part of the Southside.

We can't make

Any promises now, can we, babe?

But you can make me a drink

You were finally okay with your new life after a year and a half when the news of Southside high closing traveled around. You were sent a letter in the mail that you would be transferred to Riverdale High effective by Monday of the next week. Riverdale High where everyone who used to adore you would now glare down at you for being one of the transfered students. Riverdale High where you knew there were rumours about what happened to your family and you were had been receiving hate for it. As soon as you read the letter you threw open the door to your trailer and made your way to the Whyte Wyrm, sitting down with a heavy sigh and your face twisted into an expression of rage.

"See the letter?" Sweet Pea asks, appearing in front of you from behind the worn bar counter. You don't reply, simply nodding and drumming your stiff fingers on the wood. "It'll be fine. You already know everyone."

"You don't understand." You say with a humourless smile and a shake of your head, "They're ruthless to anyone with remote connections to the South. I'm not going to be able to walk the halls by myself without getting the shit beaten out of me."

"Serpents wouldn't let that happen." Sweet Pea says referring to you joining four months prior. "That's a promise."

"Might be a hard one to keep." You sigh. "Can you make me a drink?"

As anticipated by you the first two months of being back at Riverdale High was horrid and filled with you getting pushed becoming the students physical and verbal punching bag. They threw words at you about how now you're Southside Serpent scum and no longer one of them. But eventually most of the Northsiders got bored of bullying you all and dropped it, mostly only Bulldogs and Vixens starting feuds. You'd eventually made friends with a few Northside kids you'd never noticed when you went there through Jughead including Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, and Archie Andrews.

"So, I convinced my parents to let me use our lake house for the break." Veronica says as she sits down in the student lounge. "I figured we could all use it as a romantic getaway."

"Sounds great." Betty smiles for her and Jughead.

"You guys have fun with that." You sigh, leaning back in the couch.

"Aren't you going to come Y/n?" Archie asks, everyone turning towards you.

"I would but I don't exactly have someone to go with." You answer.

"Why don't you bring Sweet Pea?" Jughead suggests, raising his hand that rests on Betty's shoulder.

"Sweet and I- we're not like that. We're just friends." You stutter, trying to stop the heat creeping up your necks and onto your cheeks. You didn't want to even admit to yourself you'd grown to like the tall, quick tempered Serpent as more than a friend. The butterflies that flew in your stomach every time you saw your friend scared you because you knew it would change things so you stuffed the feelings way down inside of you and locked them in a box. That nobody was allowed to unlock or even see. Those feelings were off limits and would just turn everything into a mangled knot.

You see Veronica and Betty have a conversation with their eyes before turning towards you. "Bring him, it'll be a friend thing instead of a romantic getaway."

"No, you guys can have your date thing I'll just hang out with the Serpents." You reject, not wanting an extremely awkward week or to ruin theirs.

"Hangout with that Serpent with us." Veronica says with her "I'm not going to stop bugging you until I get my way" look. You sigh and press your lips into a line, looking between the two of your friends before speaking.

"If you guys can convince him to go, I'll go." You finally give immediately regretting it as the two of them look to Jughead.

You'd decided to leave to go to your locker, the others waiting for you to be out of ear shot before talking.

"Y/n and Sweet Pea like each other right?" Archie asks, turning to Jughead.

"Oh yeah definitely." He answers, stuffing a Dorito in his mouth.

"Which means we need them both to come." Veronica adds, quirking a brow as she smiles.

Your stomach flipped at the texts as you realized you just accepted to go on basically a date with Sweet Pea that you were technically forced to do. Still in disbelief the next morning you packed a bag filled with clothes and your basic necessities before walking outside, confused when you see Sweet Pea standing there.

"I was expecting to meet you there." You say, explaining your expression when he quirks a brow at you. He shrugs, hand scratching the back of his neck before falling back to his side.

"I figured I could give you a ride." He says, gesturing to his motorcycle leaning on its stand.

You look to your own propped against your house and look back at his, debating the decisions before walking towards Sweet Pea. He flashes you a small smile before swinging his leg over the seat, you doing the same and wrapping your arms around his torso. He revs the engine before pulling away from the trailer park and makes his way to the lake house using the directions Veronica had sent that morning. You tried to ignore how your heart seemed to stop whenever you remembered how close the two of you were, trying to keep your focus on the passing woods.

After about forty-five minutes you slowed to a stop in front of a house the size of the entire Sunnyside trailer park. The others approached you as you and Sweet Pea gaped at the building.

"You made it!" Veronica smiles, taking back your attention. "You two can set your stuff in your room."

"Room?" You ask, slight panic rising in your chest at the lack of a mention of separate rooms.

"My uh parents only gave me permission to use three so we're all two to a room." She says, not fully convincing you but you say nothing else knowing it would be a pointless conversation as you follow her into the house. "Last door on the right." Veronica says, you nodding and walking up the stairs with Sweet Pea behind you.

"Holy shit." You hear Sweet Pea breathe as you step inside. "This room is as big as four trailers."

There was a queen sized bed on one wall facing a wall made of windows with a door leading to a balcony. Another door sat on the wall next to it leading to a bathroom, the room complete with themed decorations. You both set down your bags and meet the others downstairs, the sun setting below the lake outside as you made small conversation and played a few games.

About an hour after the sun was out of sight you were all sitting in the hot tub with a drink in hand. While the others sat practically on top of one another you and Sweet Pea stayed a safe distance apart sometimes your arms brushing against each others causing your breath to hitch in your throat. You'd easily finished two drinks trying to loosen up and not be so tense when everyone was having fun. You just couldn't stop thinking about every little thing Sweet Pea did from the smile that grazed his lips when the others made jokes to how you could swear he was getting closer to you.

Events seemed to start blurring into each other, you hardly being able to give any of your focus to the others conversation. You hardly realized you were leaning against Sweet Peas side, his arm lazily hung around your shoulders.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom." You excuse yourself climbing out of the hot tub.

"Are you okay?" Betty asks, observing your wobbled way of walking.

"I'm fine." You say, waving a hand at her right before slipping, twisting your ankle and landing hard on the stones around the water. You hear multiple people climb out as you groan and turn over on to your back, squinting your eyes.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Sweet Pea asks, helping you sit up as you rub your head.

"Totally." You groan, looking around at the others who give you looks of concern. "I'm probably gonna go uh lie down."

With that you attempt to stand up but wince and lift your leg at the pain from putting pressure on your ankle.

"Need help?" Pea asks, standing up next to you. You nod and he wraps an arm around you, trying to help you walk but you find it awfully hard to hop on one leg in your state. He shakes his head before scooping you up in his arms, carrying you the rest of the way inside. He gets you upstairs, setting you down on the bed but falling over and ending up on top of you, his cheeks burning bright red.

"I uh..." He says, opening and closing his mouth to finish his sentence but no words come out.

Third floor on the West Side, me and you

Handsome, your mansion with a view

Do the girls back home touch you like I do?

Long night, with your hands up in my hair

You look into his eyes, your hand coming up to cup his face before bringing your lips to his. He hesitates a moment before returning the kiss, moving himself fully above you. The once small kiss quickly turns heated, your hands roaming his body. Your lips trail down to his neck, sucking on the soft skin. His hands lace in your hair, tugging on the y/h/c locks occasionally.

That night you did something you'd never imagined would happen between you and Sweet Pea, not even thinking about how many boundaries were bring broken and how you weren't thinking of your delicate friendship.

The next morning when you woke up you immediately felt yourself go hot clammy finding your head on Sweet Peas chest with nothing but the bed sheets separating your skin from his. Your heart tightens in your chest as you back away from him, having to pry his arm from around your waist before retreating to the opposite side of the bed. Sweet Pea groans and opens his eyes as he sits up, the blanket falling off of his upper body as he does so. Your cheeks and ears burn bright red when he looked to you, your eyes holding his for a quick moment before looking down at the mattress.

Is it cool that I said all that?

Is it chill that you're in my head?

'Cause I know that it's delicate

Is it cool that I said all that

Is it too soon to do this yet?

'Cause I know that it's delicate

"Shit..." He mumbles. "Look I um-"

"It's fine." You cut him off in a small voice. You didn't mean to sound so scared but you were utterly terrified of this ruining everything the two of you had. "I just... I don't want this to change anything."

Sweet Pea nods, meeting your eyes again. You don't know why it hurt you to see regret slightly on his.

"I like you, Sweet Pea." You say, everything in you freezing as you say the thing you had barely admitted to yourself. You don't see any reaction on his face prompting you to rant out of nerves. "I thought that if I just ignored it it'd be fine but I can't get you out of my head. I know that you will probably not want to see me after this and I understand that it's just-"

Sweet Pea cuts you off by cupping your face, his thumb running over your cheekbone. Your mouth went dry and you couldn't get any words out as your eyes scanned his face finding something you couldn't quite identify. One of the things on your mind was how you were practically shattering the delicate relationship you had. You felt like you were ruining everything and you just lost one of your closest friends because you were stupid and couldn't keep your emotions to yourself.

"I'm sorry. For all of this." You manage to say.

"Don't be." He says quietly. Neither of you quite understood the reason for being so quiet, maybe not to scare the other away with anything above a whisper. In seemingly slow motion he leans forwards until his lips are on yours soft and warm in a delicate kiss made of rose petals. Everything between you two was delicate from the way his hand gently held your face to whatever your relationship was now. But something that wasn't delicate was the fireworks you were seeing even though your eyes were closed, the colours exploding between the two of you. You both pull away, not getting very far as your foreheads press against each others.

"You're okay with this?" Sweet Pea asks, his breath lightly hitting your face.

"Of course." You smile before connecting your lips again, finally breaking through that delicate phase of your friendship and into a relationship that you'd always thought would never happen in that bed, a kiss being the bond in front of the sunrise over the lake making the whole moment even more perfect and warm and golden.

Cause I know that it's delicate

Delicate

[thegingertrekkie]

Lost in a Dream World

Part three: a rocky start

Trigger warning: mild sexual content, cursing

Everyone agreed it would be best to head for the edge of the kingdom at sunrise. The four of you stayed in a small inn for the night. Midoriya had gotten you some plain clothes and some leather armor. He had also gotten you two small daggers and a study bag to carry your hero costume. You looked at yourself in the mirror, Midoriya had done a good job guessing what would fit. He had admitted that trying to find something you would like wearing was the reason he was gone for 3 and a half hours. You really did look like you belonged in this world now.

"Trouble sleeping?"

You squeaked and turned around to see Midoriya in the doorway holding a plate of food in his hands. You hadn't heard him come in. "Well I did take a really long nap..." You mumbled looking back to the mirror.

"H-hey, can I ask you something?"

You heard him set the plate down on a little table in the corner and walk towards you. "Sure" you shrugged, running your fingers through your hair.

"Are you and me... Are we l-lovers in your world?" You could see his red face in the mirror.

Your face become bright red and you turned around quickly, not realizing how close Midoriya had gotten. You never noticed how muscular Midoriya was until now. He placed his hands on the mirror on either side of your head, caging you in. 'No way' you thought, heart racing so fast in your chest that you thought it was going to burst. Midoriya was looking at you through his eyelashes and you were mesmerized by his green eyes, you had never seen him this close before. You felt like your head was about it explode, and there were so many other confusing feelings too. It was like your brain short circuited.

"N-no..." You mumbled, unable to look away from those eyes. You gently put a hand on his chest and you saw embarrassment flash on his face.

"Oh... OH! I'm sorry! I just... The way you were talking about that other me... I thought..." he stepped back quickly, and slapped a hand over his mouth. He furrowed his brow and tried to take another step back but the hand you had on his chest gripped his shirt tightly. Midoriya dropped his hand from his mouth and looked at you, surprised and confused.

"Wait... I meant 'no' we aren't dating... Not 'no' I'm not interested" you breathed and you watched Midoriya's eyes dilate.

He licked his lips and pushed you back against the mirror, his lips rough and forced against yours. Your head was spinning as you melted into his embrace. His tongue passed over your lips asking permission to enter and you allowed it. You've never seen Midoriya be so assertive, it was like you were in a dream. Maybe you were dreaming. He pulled back, breathing heavily and pressed his mouth against your neck. Teeth dug into your soft skin and you moaned loudly as pleasure washed over yiu. Midoriya push his thigh in between your leg, rubbing against your groin.

"Wait!" You gasped "Wait, wait... Midoriya I can't" You grabbed his biceps, your body contradicting your words, but Midoriya pulled away from you and removed his leg.

"Y-yeah you're right..." He rubbed the back of his neck. You couldn't stop yourself from glaring down at his tented pants. 'Holy shit'

Midoriya took a few steps back and sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. He looked like he wanted to say something but instead he bit his lip and left the room. You let out a long breath and leaned against the mirror. Now you were super conflicted. Your Midoriya never acted like before. You'd be lying if you said you didn't think he was attractive. You were certain that you shouldn't be doing sexual things with this Midoriya, you needed to focus on getting home.

You woke up to a knock on your door. You were sitting on the floor, your back still against the mirror. With a groan you stood up, your back was sore and your behind was numb from sitting on the hard floor. Midoriya's smudged hand prints were still on the mirror. There was another knock on the door and you yelled for them to come in. The door cracked open.

"(Y/n), it's time to go. Make haste." Iida's slightly mechanical voice said through the door.

You grunted in response, grabbing what little you had and followed the knight outside where Midoriya was chatting with Uraraka. You greeted them ans Midoriya blushed, avoiding eye contact. Iida pointed down the road and dramatically called "Onwards!" And your group began the long trek toward the edge of the kingdom.

You stayed at the back of the line, watching the rest of your party walk in front of you. It was so strange, it was like a role play that everyone was taking too seriously. A part of you still couldn't wrap your head around the fact that this was real. The walking seemed endless and your feet hurt with every step, but you pressed on. Uraraka fell back behind you, groaning about her feet. Midoriya had been quiet the entire trip, glancing back at you every once and awhile. Iida kept saying words of encouragement, but you could tell on his face that he was worn down.

You were about to suggest everyone stop and rest for awhile when an arrow wizzed past your head and stuck into a tree a few feet in front of you. You cried out and turned in the direction it had come from, but you couldn't see anything through the trees. Everyone else had their hands on their weapons, Iida clenched his jaw as sweat dripped down his face. "Stay close" he commanded, his intense eyes scanning through the trees.

Then arrows were coming from every direction. Uraraka screamed as an arrow dug into her leg. Midoriya scooped her up and yelled "Run!" Pushing your exhaustion down you ran as fast as you could down the path. You did your best to dodge the barrage of arrows. You could hear them fly past your ears and some of them hitting Iida's armor. Midoriya grunted as an arrow buried deep into his shoulder. Uraraka countered with her magical staff causing a group of small green creatures to get trapped in bubbles and start floating.

That's when you noticed what was attacking you and your friends; dozens and dozens in green creatures all armed with different weapons. They had bright yellow eyes and jagged sharp teeth. Your heart jumped into your throat. "What the hell???" You screamed

One lunged at you and you thrust your fist into it's creepy face. It's jagged teeth cut your knuckles, but your punch seemed to knock the creature out. "What are these things?"

"Goblins" Uraraka called out, her voice laced with pain "They eat humans! We have to get away!"

There were so many of them, they outnumbered your party 6 to 1. You grabbed the daggers Midoriya gave you and held them with shaky hands. Your lungs burned and your feet ached. You didn't feel confident in your fighting ability now that your quirk stopped working. You were out of your element. Something tangled around your ankles and you yelped as you fell. "Guys! Help!"

"(Y/n)!" Midoriya yelled look back with a wild look on his face, like a cornered animal. He was panicking

"Midoriya I've got them! Get Uraraka to safety!" Iida commanded, skidding to a halt and rushing back toward you.

Even with all his armor he was fast, but he was too far away. You used your dagger to cut the bolas that waa tangled around your legs, but goblins were already on top of you. You swung your daggers wildly, but it was no use. The goblins quickly overwhelmed you and all you could do was cover your head as they bit and scratched you. Your arms were forced behind your back back and tied with thick rope. Then you were being dragged into the forest. You craned your neck trying to keep it from being hit by the rocks and tree roots that stuck up from the ground.

"Iida!" You screamed right before a large heavy object struck the back of your head. Black kept in the corners of your vision and you bit your tongue hard. A copper taste filled your mouth as the world faded around you.

"(Y/n)!!!" Iida's voice seemed so far away.

Everything went black.

[zipp0flare]

Infection part 1

(So, this is an old relic piece back from when I first started playing Left 4 Dead. I loved the character and infected designs so much back then (still do, tbh) that I actually made several characters, whom I still love to this day. I only have stories for two of them, back from my deviantArt days, which is why this may look familiar. Anywho, this is the origin story for my Hunter, Luke (based off a GaiaOnline avatar I made one day, which is why the design choice is kinda funky.))

The rave that was so often filled to the brim with people on Saturday nights was close to being empty, mainly only filled with the loyal regulars that spent their free nights dancing amongst the music and flashing lights. A young male made his way to a small group of men gathered around the bar, some of which gave him surprised greetings.

"Whoa, Luke! Didn't think we'd see you here!" A man with a large, orange dyed mohawk called as he motioned the other male over. 'Luke' merely scoffed and sat down next to the man, as well a second man, wearing a ridiculous, tie dyed ski cap. "You know you look like a moron with that on, right Mal?" Luke asked, to which he received a punch in the arm from 'Mal'.

"You don't look any better. What's with the goggles, and the hood? Hell, what are you doing here in the first place?" Luke gave Mal a scowl, which only grew when the first man piped up; "Yeah, he's right. I mean, you have heard about the Green Flu going around, right?"

Luke leveled a glare at the man. "I could ask you the same question. I could ask everyone here the same question. I came here because I had planned to ever since Tuesday. But it looks like the hype about this flu has caused everyone to run for home with their tail between their legs."

Luke coughed into his arm, causing his two companions to inch back a little farther. "Damn, did you come here with it? What the fuck were you thinking?!"

"Vince, I don't have the flu, my throat's just been sore. You can calm down." Mal and Vince still looked leery. "I think you should go back home. You don't know if you're not infected, and none of us want to come down with the thing. I mean, I've heard some people are dying from it." Vince actually sounded somewhat worried, though it was hard to tell if the worry was for his friend, or for himself.

"That's just the media making this whole thing look worse than it did. Remember their last, so-called 'epidemic'?" Mal choked back a laugh. "Yeah, you boarded yourself up in your apartment for a week and a half. You thought the world was ending or something." Mal may have controlled his laughter, but Vince had begun to guffaw at the memory.

"And nothing happened, which made me look like a damn idiot."

"Yeah, you did look like a fool when you finally came out of your 'house of safety' with the fire axe you practically stole from your apartment building."

"Exactly. So, just like nothing happened then, everything's just going to go over in a week or so, and everyone will soon forget about the Green Flu." Luke raised a hand into the air with three fingers up, and waved to the bartender, earning a nod as the woman behind the bar got to work.

"So... you're sure your not infected, right?" Vince asked cautiously. "Yes. I know I'm not infected. I haven't even been near someone who's sick. Though..." His face scrunched up in disgust, to which his two friend gave him odd looks. "You remember my weird ass neighbor? Who lives in the apartment to the right of mine?"

"You mean crazy old hag Meri-something?" Vince received a nod. "What the hell did she do this time? Start up a story about her toe jam again?" Mal had to keep from retching when he heard Vince, even though he hadn't been there for whatever this story was, unlike poor friends. "No, not another toe jam story. I went to get my mail this morning and saw her walking my direction. I've gotten to the point where I wait for her to start going through whatever crap she's received until I leave. I stood there for two minutes and she didn't start rummaging through her mail. Instead, the crazy bat reaches over and bites me in the arm!"

"The fuck?! I knew she was out of her mind, but biting people?"

"I have no idea what was going through her freaky mind, but it was hard enough to break the skin." Luke rubbed his bandaged arm, currently concealed under his black arm warmers. "What did you do?" Mal asked, knowing that the story couldn't have ended there.

"I immediately elbowed her in the stomach out of reflex. She whined like a dog and took off after that."

"She broke the skin? Did you disinfect and all that crap?" Luke nodded. "I pretty much bathed it in rubbing alcohol, which burned like hell I might add."

Mal and Vince still looked disgusted with the story, thankful that neither of them had a out-of-their-mind neighbor that went around biting people. "Maybe you should head back home." Vince piped up after a few moments of silence. "If she bit you and all, maybe she's infected?"

"I'm sure the cause of that is from being out of her mind. I'm fine." Luke stressed the word 'fine'. "So, you wanted to come here on a Saturday, mainly only because we always do. You also think that all of this is just the media hyping things up a bit. I still don't see you going out, risking getting sick. You're the one who's always against that kind of-"

"It's nothing!" Luke exclaimed, startling his two friends, along with other people that were close by. "It's... just your normal flu."

"Dude... what the hell has your panties in a bunch? You're never this worked up." There was only silence from Luke, who seemed to almost be refusing to answer Mal's question.

"Maddie's sick." Those two words were so quiet that Luke's friends almost didn't catch what Luke had said. Maddie, Madeline, was Luke's five-year-old sister; she meant the world to Luke. "Maddie's sick with it. And if I start freaking out about this whole thing, I"m basically telling myself that my little sister's going to die." He bit his lower lip. "So, all of this is just nothing, alright?"

"... Sorry, I.. I had no idea, man." Mal apologized. "How's she doing?"

"She's currently in quarentine with CEDA. Or, that's what I'm being told." Luke coughed into his arm again, a bit more harshly this time. "I'm not sick, you can drop it." Luke knew what his friends were thinking and his words shut them up before they could say anything.

The bartender came back with his drink, but Luke could tell that she was keeping her distance as well. "Damn, why the hell is everyone acting like this.." He growled. Luke was hardly ever this agitated but Mal and Vince took it as him simply being worked up about his younger sister.

There was silence amongst the friends once more (minus Luke's coughing every few minutes) none of them knowing what to say. The silence was broken by a loud swearing from Luke. "They need to turn down these fucking lights. My eyes are burning from them!" His friends cringed, not expecting Luke's outburst. "Uh... the lights are the same as they always are. You sure you're oka-"

"I'm fine! Dammit, I'm fine!" Luke held his injured arm close to him, his fingers digging into it. Vince simply held his hands in front of him as if to guard himself from Luke's verbal lashing.

Luke's coughing seemed to have quickly and steadily grown worse, and he was beginning to notice a slightly red stain decorating the inside of his arm. Maybe he was seeing things though, his eyesight seemed to steadily be growing worse, and it was hard to think of anything with the pounding headache that had suddenly overwhelmed him.

Luke could barely make out his friend's worried looks, only seeing their lips moving while no sound came from their mouths, but the music in the background seemed to only be getting louder and louder, the noise assaulting his eardrums and causing his headache to grow worse.

As his eyes began to slowly bleed was when he fell backward and off of his seat, his head making a sickening crack as it hit the floor. Luke could barely see now, barely think, barely even keep his eyes open. "Holy shit! Someone call an ambulance, or something!" Mal and Vince had only become more and more concerned for Luke, giving him questions and suggestions, both of which went unanswered. None of that, though, compared to the panic going through their systems when their friend suddenly fell off the seat, bleeding out of his eyes.

"C'mon, Luke! You've been through worse, stay with us!" Vince exclaimed with frustration, trying to make things not at bad as they seemed, as he crouched down next to his friend. The bartender had already called 911, though Vince and Mal were wondering if it would do any good now.

When Luke slowly started to come to, letting out groans and what sounded like low growling, the duo's hope skyrocketed. It came crashing down, though, when Luke suddenly rolled off of his back and onto his stomach, crouching and growling at his 'friends'.

"Whoa, calm down, buddy... everything's alright.. you're going to be okay.." Neither of them had anymore time to say anything before 'Luke' pounced and attacked them both.

When the ambulance finally arrived, along with several people in hazmat suits from CEDA, they found the rave a bloody, gruesome mess. Several bodies were scattered on the floor and against the bar's counter. All of them were viciously torn into. "We need to block this place off. Don't let anything come out or into here." One of the CEDA workers commanded. While several people rushed to various parts of the club, a lone ambulance worker looked out at the horrific scene and sighed. His eyes turned down to see a man at his feet, with a large, orange mohawk, who looked even more torn into than the rest of the bodies at the scene. He didn't seem to pay much mind to the smeared blood trail that led away from the body, simply assuming that it was caused by the thing that had caused all of this. "God, this sickness is horrid..."

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It wasn't through he radio but I was doing some Christmas shopping the one place I was at had a like customer appreciation day & had a drawing so I entered & won dinner for two at a fancy restaurant at the mall & 2 tickets to the comedy club they have there, I'm excited I won but no one to go with RIP. and yea same my one friend said if he comes here we should go I was like I'm down with that cause I've wanted to see him for a while too! And right? My mom is always like when are u gonna go back?

(Ran out of room again, curse you ask limit) I'm always like how many times do I have to tell you. N my uncle is trying to get me to be the person who Sits in the tower at the airport & directs planes in cause apparently it pays really well. I'm like but that sounds boring af? And my mom keeps pushing me to be a teacher I'm like I really don't like kids so no thank you. I'm doing okay, my sore throat is back I'm like gtfo pls. But I'm off till Tuesday now so I hope to knock it out. Hby? -basti             

oooh that sounds so neat though? omg i wouldve just taken one of my parents i think just for the free food lmao

did you end up going on your own or did you just not go? bc honestly i’d understand if you’d just not go, eating alone would feel kinda weird woops or maybe thats just a me problem

or wait is it still int he future like could you still go bc if so hi please take me

okay, no i withdraw that lmao this is a mess i should read the whole message first before starting to reply shdfdgdh anyways YES take your fren out and treat yourselves bc lbr nothing better than free food and meeting internet frens!!

yeah same mine always pushed me and everything and i’m like, i mean i understand it bc money doesn’t grow on trees and shit but i literally went through three mental breakdowns bc my jobs were fucking killing me so please lets not go there again wow

omg i would cry like that is SO much responsibility???? like imagine fucking up and two planes just fucking flying into each other wesfsgdhd sorry this is probably not helpful but holy fucking shit lmao

uhg yeah i worked at a kindergarten and a primary school for a year and honestly, the kids aren’t even the biggest problem, the parents are?? like theyre always thinking they know everything better and ho boy you do not wanna tell a parent their kid did something wrong bc it is NEVER - i repeat never - the kids’ fault, no! it’s always the teachers fault for some fucking reason and god awful i tell ya so do yourself a favopr and Do Not

ha okay maybe you were contagious bc i’ve been sick at home since two days ago with a cough and a scratchy throat and everything, so thank you for that,, it is Not Appreciated lmao

but hey off until tuesday sounds good! i have to go back to work on tuesday too so we’ll get to suffer together again