#shrap

[bunnyscar]

Idea for Adoption #1

Shrap

Age: unknown

Race: Hybrid--mix of human and monster

Appearance: tall, wears black. Wears a glove over his left hand, because it has claws; also wears a white mask because the right side of his face is still beastlike. Has a scar over his right eye, most likely an injury from when he was turned into a Hybrid.

Personality: quiet, serious, compassionate despite his grim appearance; able to stay calm in crises

Likes: Snow (he thinks it's so pretty); birdsong; forests and trees

Fears: tight spaces, places he can't see the way out of

Note about races in this world: There are four: Humans, Monsters, Hybrids, and Demons.

Monsters are humanoid animal like creatures; though they have the basic body shape of a human, they may have fur or fangs or claws, some even tails or wings, and they don't have the ability to talk or understand things that a human would. They can become a Hybrid, part human and part monster, if a human gives them a name. Hybrids cannot become Demons, though Monsters may.

Demons are similar to Monsters in that they look more beastlike, but they have chosen to be servants of the Evil Lord who is determined to destroy humans. Demons have intellect like humans, but they are bloodthirsty and have no compassion or love. They cannot be turned into a Hybrid, though they can turn humans into Demons by taking away a person's name.

[shrapnarl]

I got. A little carried away with some leg studies.

[pibafish]

shrapnel posting!!!!! plus with some other whiteboard fox doodles under the cut

[kyorru-remade]

quinton you will start coughing in 7 days from now

[t1meslayer]

I got tagged by @kiliofdurinsline!

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Gunna be honest... I don't have many active documents at a given time. My brain doesn't work like that. I've got a Notes app filled with 100 single-line sentences pointing to an idea I know I want to write, and usually I just write them one at a time.

However, this is a rare period where I've been backstocking some fics as I wait for extraneous material to come in. So I have a few active WIP docs rn <.<

In order of appearance we have:

Pokeheimer Time

Volo Photo

DunMeshi PBJ

Spy x Lipstick

And as a bonus, two I'm planning to start soon (assuming the names I would use):

Satosugu Museum

Sabrina Movie Database

Whole mix of fandoms in there but I think you can context clues your way into which one's which!

Tagging: @alchemicallymoon @duelbraids @flutefemme @outsidenonexistentlines @silverjirachi @trybard - If you're down to play along I'd love to hear what files are rattling around half-empty in your computers!!!

[shut-up-rabert]

Bhai ye Rahul Gandhi apni party ke liye itna panauti kaise hai, Iski Manipur visit ke baad BJP ka resign karta CM office mein reh gaya😭😭😭

[jeevanjali]

Kunti Shrap: क्यों संपूर्ण महिला जाति झेल रही है माता कुंती को मिला श्रापKunti shrap: आपने इतिहास के सबसे बड़े युद्ध महाभारत की कहानी तो सुनी ही होगी, यह कहानी कौरवों और पांडवों के बीच धर्म और अधर्म के युद्ध की थी। इस युद्ध और इसके विभिन्न पहलुओं और घटनाओं की ��ई छोटी-छोटी कहानियाँ हैं।

[may-the-gayforce-be-with-you]

One finn posted a never ending reel on his story with the caption "watch this till the end" and I did but then I was stuck on it obviously. I replied and said I hope his charger stops working and he was like wah I'm on 10 percent and outside. He told the same thing to me and my charger literally said "50 hours for full charging".

Since then the back and forth shrap hasn't stopped

Kaunsi reel mujhe bhi dekhni

[kitmoas]

when the veneer crumbles

the sounds of water are always relaxing

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: **18+ MINORS DNI**, SMUT, dark and demonic themes, death, possession, drowning, magic use, Mommy kink

as per usual if there is anything I missed let me know

Author's Note: I'm so sorry this one was late, had a lot of car and financial shit I needed to figure out but I finally got it finished. This was one that i always knew how i wanted it to end, even from last year when i first planned it for the Occult series, but for some reason it was REALLY hard to put my idea into words. Hopefully it's not HORRIBLE, i'm a bit rusty after taking more then a few months off. The rest of them will be better I promise lol

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The crickets in the distance are a welcome change to the busy streets of the city, cars honking 

nonstop during your work day. The world you live in is hectic and out of control but the farther you walk into the almost clear empty darkness the more you can feel the control you naively gain. Stepping into the barely touched woods behind the mostly abandoned house was something that you had missed, a childhood memory that had died suddenly. 

Allowing your mind to wander to the summers that you would spend here out on the lake, jumping off the dock, and laughing with your cousins was the welcome peace you needed as you settled along the rickety wood. Even if those fun times were cut short at your aunt’s sudden death, you knew that being here gave you just a moment of your innocence back. 

Stepping onto the rickety wood carefully, you cringe internally as your arm tightens momentarily around the rolled up soft blanket. You should have known better to bring a water proof material but it was too late for that. Knees cracking slightly as you lean down, the smooth fabric flaps in the wind and you sigh softly in relief as you are able to fully settle on the dock. Deciding to stretch out was a bit of a mistake, in your time away you forgot just how soothing the sound of water lapping at the damp wood was. 

Goosebumps spread across your skin as you slowly came to consciousness, brittle wind chilling you to the bone as you rub the sleep out of your eye. The fog is dense, and confusing as it was supposed to be a clear night. Slowly sitting up, your bones crack as you stretch as much as possible without rocking the dock too much. The unstable wood is loud even with the bare minimum movement causing you to flinch as it echoes across the empty field. 

Squinting through the haze, you try to figure out if you can gauge just how late it is by the placement of the moon. The only thing you can see is a weird tunnel out in the middle of the lake, almost like a tornado of gray. Immediate fear isn’t your first thought, though you begin to question just how awake you are. 

Condensation makes the wood wet, slipping as you try to stand up but it's the glowing red orbs in the distance that makes you freeze in your half crouched position. They are captivating even from afar. The air around you is thick, filled with the now red tinted fog that almost looks like it's bleeding. Heavy and molasses-like as it lays on your skin, eyes flickering around you try to make sense of your surroundings. 

When she gets close enough to see smaller details, your brain slows almost to a complete stop. She’s entirely too breathtakingly beautiful and tragically horrific at the same time. No color to her skin, it’s almost as though she comes directly from one of the old black and white television shows your mother liked to watch. The woman is wearing tight clothing, torn and ripped sporadically. Her eyes almost seem so gray that they are an ethereal foggy green, only flashing ruby when the shrap thin lines all over her body pulsate crimson. Her hair is long and dripping with an inky hue, tangled and disheveled. Fingertips dipped in a steaming tar, dancing near her side as she stalks towards you. 

It’s when you can almost reach out and touch the figure that you finally scramble backwards, putting distance between the two of you as the flight side of your instincts kick in. You barely make it more than five steps when you’re being dragged upwards with some sort of red translucent mist. It wraps around your wrists, dragging your arms above your head as you flop about uselessly. Screams are getting caught in your throat as you have to just hang there, watching this being get closer to you. 

When the lady is directly below you, the hair on the back of your neck stands up straight and your muscles twitch from how tense they are. You want to panic, to yell, but something stops you. Tilting her head, she has to look up at you from where her magic holds you against the rough bark. Her hand comes out to touch you, but the soft feeling comes as a surprise to you. She cups your cheek, a low red spreading in her eyes as you shake under her touch. 

She smiles at you, a soft almost nurturing thing. “You’re just as pretty as I thought you would be, little lamb.” Her voice is chilling, breathy with a raspy tone to it. The older woman’s free hand caresses your stomach, an unwanted warmth sinking into your gut. 

Her nails are jagged, cracked and repulsive, as she takes her time to explore your body. It’s sudden, the vigor in which she gropes your body. Clumsy and completely all over the place, you aren’t entirely sure what she thinks she’s doing. Struggling against your restraints, the chill covers your body like ice freezing over a lake. 

It isn’t until your body takes over, fear and anger sinking into your bones, that the creature seemingly gains control of her actions and her hand becomes confident and firm. Nails pointedly scratching at your skin as fingers map out your skin, almost stabbing at each goosebump she finds. Your eyes are glued to your face as your mind struggles to catch up to what you had done, flinching as her other hand reaches up. It doesn’t strike you as you thought it would, instead she brushes the back of her knuckles against her own face, trepidation stopping your blood from rushing through your body as you finally realize that you spit at her. 

That wasn’t what you wanted to do, you knew that you needed to act smart if you were going to survive this but for some reason all your ability to think logically went out the window. You wanted her more than anything in the world right now, and you knew that you needed to try and do anything to keep her exactly where she was. 

“Do you not have control over your stupid little body, mortal?” Her voice is low, almost filled with gravel as she mumbles. Rust filled eyes not even paying you a second of attention but instead staring at the glistening saliva that drips from her fingers. 

Your head is shaking vigorously, denying inability in hopes that she doesn’t see you as foolish. The desire to be praised by her came as a surprise, but you weren’t fighting it and it seems to have worked. A smile slowly stretches across the surreal creature’s face as she blinks slowly. “It’s so funny to see such a useless being believe they are worth anything more than what I deem them to be. You think by answering my question in whatever way you think I want will make the outcome of your situation better?” 

She speaks softly, almost nurturing as she rubs her soaked fingers along your neck, smearing your own spit against you. You crane your neck as much as you can against the crimson smog wrapped there, trying to hear her voice as clearly as possible. 

“I take what I want and no smart mouthed, stupid brained little human is going to stop that. I like to have fun, and the peak is watching you bleed out for me.” The words are harsh but you can’t help but moan as your body is thrown upwards, red tendrils tightening and dragging you to hang limply from the tree branch. It’s devoid of leaves, and creaks under your weight, but it somehow makes you feel like you have a safety net. You had climbed this tree many times in the past, and even had various hanging sets from this very limb. 

Swinging freely, you try to move your body as much as possible as the urge to escape your confines sinks in. Entirely too focused, you don’t realize that her hands are moving along your ice cold skin. Groping softly, her movements are controlled and precise to make sure that you barely register it in your brain. It’s when her hands force your legs apart, maroon vapor ropes slithering around your thighs to hold them open, that you finally realize just how hard you are breathing. Your body felt slightly warm, at least in your core, and you could feel your blood rushing downwards. It was almost like your entire being was electrified and you were entirely too conscious of every single thing you felt. 

She doesn’t take her time, her eyes narrow as she focuses on mapping out your skin. The bright  ruby lines she leaves in her wake only entertain her for so long before she finally moves in between your shaking thighs. The older woman’s finger swipes through your folds, collecting the small amount of wetness she finds there. Gasping as she spreads it across your clit, a throbbing ache despite the way your body revolts. Her jaw mockingly drops when for the first time her eyes light up with amusement, giggling when your hips chase her hand. “Oh poor baby, I can’t fuck you if you’re not wet enough. It’ll hurt your small fragile little body too much and Mommy doesn’t want to hurt you.” 

Your head is shaking violently, nonsensical protests tumbling from your lips. It didn’t matter to you, regardless if it was because you wanted her or wanted the situation to be over with, you just needed her to touch you. Even though your wetness wasn’t enough for her, you did feel aroused. Maybe it was your mind tricking you into believing this was what you wanted or maybe it was the glittering crimson behind your irises, but that wasn’t a piece of information that you needed to know. 

She tuts, chastising you. “Now don’t lie to me. I know what you want even if your mind fights it, and your body hasn’t caught up, I know.” You watch as she takes a step back, letting her eyes drink in your form. Letting the back of her knuckles run down your torso, you watch as she slowly kneels on the damp dirt. Her hands are grazing over your thighs, pushing them farther open as she leans in. The grip she has on you, though gentle, is strong and you can’t kick her when you feel her mouth along your skin. 

The smoothness of her strangely sharp teeth is hot against your cooled body, but it’s the sharp pierce and spilling of your blood that leaves a weirdly chilled warmth leaking down your leg. Eyes widening you try to look past the head of dark locks to see what just happened, but it didn’t take long for your brain to catch up and the stabbing pain on your inner thigh. 

She looks up at you, sparkling light jade eyes catching the moon light, with a toothy smile and a small dribble of crimson running down her chin. “You’re a fucking vampire?” You couldn’t help the shocked yelp, body shaking with fear. 

The being doesn’t even answer you, giggling as rolls her eyes up at you. She seems so innocent in those moments but nothing gets rid of the terror emanating within your soul. Looking back at your bleeding thigh, she swipes her fingers through the thick liquid to coat them. Her nails catch on the open wound, sending another wave of searing pain through your body but she pays no attention to you. 

It almost feels like time stops as you hang there, waiting, but the moment the brunette swipes her crimson dipped thumb across your clit something in your body cracks. It’s small but you can feel the change and in your mind you start screaming at yourself. You know being vocal won’t stop this crazy woman, but you wanted to deter her by being completely unaffected. It was the last thing you had on her, to make her believe that what she was doing was just pure torture and you found absolutely no pleasure in it, but you knew that that power over her was no longer available to you. 

Never one for vanilla sex, not even in theory, you shouldn’t be that surprised that being taken by force from a demonic crazy being would be right up your alley. No one could ever keep up with you, your fantasies were just a bit too intense or a bit too dangerous, and for once everything you ever wanted was being fulfilled. This gorgeous being was forcing her fingers farther into you, your blood dripping randomly down different parts of your body. 

Despite your want for intensely kinky sex, you knew that it should be completely consensual right? It should let you know that, and you could feel your anger rising in your body as the heat zoomed between your thighs. This couldn’t be consensual, not with how it started, but if it wasn’t then why did the idea of her actually stopping tear you up on the inside? You couldn’t fathom the idea of her ice cold thumb pulling away from your throbbing clit for too long, for her touch on your body to not cause goosebumps.  

She doesn’t wait much longer, no need to attempt to please you now that she has the wetness she wants, shoving two fingers into you with almost no remorse. A shrill scream gets stuck in your throat as you choke on the force of air rushing up, the pain bringing tears to your eyes. A sign of weakness that this twisted soul revels in as she thrusts her fingers in, letting her free hand drag up crimson periodically.  

The pain was immense and you were certain that she had to be using something besides her fingers, there was no way that the small hands in between your thighs were causing this much agony. You wanted to shove against her, but the moment her teeth sink into your breast you know you’re gone. Hips jumping, trying to get her to move more as the pleasure starts to settle in your tummy, uselessly against her body. It felt so bad that the good started to come from a delirious state, and you just needed her to move. The tips of her fingers just rubbing slightly against the soft spot inside of you, the texture of her wrinkled skin felt wrong but you were starting to become obsessed. 

“Isn’t it comical? A desperate slut like you thought you had everything together, thought I was going to ruin your life by taking what was destined to be mine?” Through the heavy fog that had begun to settle in your head you tried your best to look down at her, shock painted across your face. How did she know what you were thinking? She doesn’t give you any answer, instead her thrusting gets more aggressive as the wetness between your thighs grows, and it mixes with the blood still heavily leaking from the bite marks. 

You want to moan, whimper, maybe even plead but you were no longer sure what you wanted. Logically you needed this to stop if you were to ever be okay again, but at the same time all you wanted to do was feel her mouth on your clit. You wanted her to fuck you until you were incoherent, a drooling mess. Hatred towards yourself and her fueled your motions as you tried to work to take more of her hand, stretching around her third finger as she shoves it ungracefully into you. 

Her mouth is at your knee now, glowing eyes looking up at you as she smirks. “Taking me so well for someone so against getting used.” Her arm is moving roughly, fingers curling inside you as she ghosts her teeth along your thigh. “So clean, so dry. Why don’t you make a mess for Mommy? I like my cunts all wet and messy.” 

It was then you found your power, despite the arousal burning in your belly and the way you clenched around her fingers whenever she swiped her thumb along your clit. You knew that the more you let your thoughts wonder, even if it had to be forced, that you would be able to pull yourself from the situation. Imagine yourself somewhere else and almost black out during everything, your body would be limp and pliant but not give her what she wants. The movie you would go see in a week with your best friends, or the long list of groceries that you knew you needed to get when you went back into the city. Thoughts swarmed your head as you tried your hardest to ignore the way her fingers poked and prodded, the way her thumb caressed your swollen clit just perfectly. 

Screwing your eyes shut, you make your best attempt at seeming unaffected but you don’t realize that you aren’t winning. If anything you just make it more fun for the being below you, giving her the opportunity to make you as wet as she wants. 

Being so focused on the thoughts traveling through your brain was good until you don’t feel the tugging on your wrists, persistent and firm. It’s only when you’re tumbling helplessly through the air that you realize you are no longer hanging from the tree, but instead falling face first into the freezing lake. It’s a shock, breaking the surface of the water. It knocks the breath out of your lungs and forces your throat to close, you can practically feel all your muscles seize as well. You make the mistake of opening your mouth to scream, causing a rush of dirty water to fill your lungs, and it’s only when her hand claws at the back of your head that you feel even an ounce of relief. 

She’s tearing your body out of the water, pieces of the thin ice fly around you and you can’t believe that you relax as your body collides with her. “Don’t think that you can try to outplay Mommy like that you little slut. I know what you want, you are my destiny. You were made to take me, so be a good girl and let me do what I was made to do.” Her voice is sweet, almost soft, as she speaks through her teeth directly into your ear. It shouldn’t calm your racing heart, neither should the almost warm comforting touch of her red mist along your thighs. 

You want to let yourself fall, the intense arousal is boiling in your tummy and you can feel the coil tightening with each brush of her hand along your body. It would be much easier to allow yourself to become immersed in the pleasure coursing through your body, but it wasn’t until she allowed that crimson fog to slip inside you. Despite the fact that whatever she was pushing into you was magical, you were still too tight for her liking. There was a part of you deep down that still didn’t want this and it was causing your body to react subconsciously. 

‘If the slut doesn’t want to get wet, then I’ll keep you wet myself.” Her hands scratch up your side, a nail digging into your nipple on the way up and it makes your hip buck. You feel yourself melting back into her and a moan softly slips from your parted lips. The urge to pretend that it’s from the cold is strong, but you can’t even pretend at this point like the feeling of her hands on you isn’t turning you on. 

Her hands are running along your torso, teasing your nipples and scratching up your stomach. It almost feels normal, just another hookup and it makes you forget. Losing yourself in the way that the ruby swells inside you, rubbing against the soft spot it finds and caressing your clit softly. 

The wetness between your thighs is gathering the longer she plays with you, wine stained mist thrusting lazily into you. It almost plays with you, knowing that it ruts to hard or fast that it will bring you closer to the edge, but it keeps you writhing for more with each movement. You want to beg for more, ask her to touch you with her own hands as you have begun to crave her ice touch, though there is something that is stopping you from doing that. It isn’t necessarily pride, something you lost the moment you began to get turned on by this aggressive form of twisted affection. 

It’s when her nails scratch at the back of your neck that you realize the fog that’s dragging you slowly, almost mockingly leisurely, towards the edge is growing. Almost like a ball, it feels like she’s pushing her magic abilities to stretch you to the point right before danger. You’re confused, as your wetness starts dripping down your thighs and your breath starts picking up, how much more wet could you get? 

Instant regret floods your system almost as fast as the ice cold water that rushes down your throat as she shoves your face directly into the lake. It’s not a quick dunk to shock you this time, her claw-like hand squishing your face into the almost mud like dirt at the bottom. She doesn’t stop forcing more and more into you, her magical fog swelling larger and it presses against where your torso is now pressed against the ground. Even as you struggle against her, your internal will to try and live kicking in, you can’t help the build up in your stomach. The coil tightens as her magic moves within you, moving inside you as her nails dig into her back. 

Sharp stinging pains are a contrast, an added sensation, to your panic as you begin to think maybe she is just going to keep you submerged. There’s no way she would, right? She wants to use you, there would be no reason that she would want to truly harm you. 

A deep belly chuckle is muffled through the water, barely a vibration as your arm and head flail as much as possible. You wanted out but you can’t help but moan instead of scream, the pleasure of her nails into your shoulder blades and her thigh grinding between your thighs into the swell of mist there beginning to get too overwhelming. It was no longer a fight to survive but a fight to enjoy the last moments of life. Somewhere in your mind you knew that you wouldn’t actually make it out of this alive, but for some reason you’ve decided to ignore that. 

“Such a stupid whore, letting just anyone touch your cunt.” She fists your soaked hair in your hand, and just for a fleeting moment the pain mixed with arousal takes over your fogged mind. “You don’t even know Mommy and yet here you are, taking my gorgeous gift like the good little fuck toy you are.” Her free hand abandons your back in lue of groping your ass, pushing down against it to get you to stop moving. Her thigh is pushing against your throbbing clit now, soaked in your wetness despite water lapping up as you splash about. 

You can feel your vision start to darken, the edges of the burning sensation as you try to keep your eyes open have blurred and blackened. Unsure if you are even panicking anymore, your body starts to relax and the only thing you can focus on is the fuzzy warm arousal filling each nerve in your body. The water floating around you becomes tranquil as each muscle in your body softens and you move with each thrust into you. 

A wide sinister smile stretches unnaturally along the being’s face, pulling her almost gray lips as far as they can as she stares down at your almost lifeless body. She can see the signs and for her it motivates her even more, forcing more and more of her magic into you. You were everything she could have ever wanted and she refused to let you stay in the living world, if she was destined to be stuck to this lake forever then so would you. 

Slowly you could feel all the tension in your body start to clump together in your stomach, draining from the rest of you and tightening around the scarlet orb inside you. You craved that last bit of pleasure, that last rush in your veins to end this for good. 

When it becomes almost impossible to move and you are no longer shaking from panic or exertion, but instead trembling from hanging onto the edge, she knows it’s time. Sneering down at your limp form, she uses her grip in your hair to turn your head. Slapping at your cheek until she can just barely see your fuzzy bloodshot eyes, an almost soft nurturing smile paints along her face once she sees your drunk like state. “There’s my girl. So fucked out.” Her sphere cloud inside you starts to vibrate, her cold dark eyes once more glowing a dim ruby. 

Gripping at your jaw, her claw practically breaks your neck as she forces you to keep eye contact with her. Even as your eyes slip closed, struggling to stay open as you start to dangle over the edge, you can’t help but feel drawn in to listen. “Say my name, little toy, say it and stay with me forever.” Her voice is raspy, bordering soft but she’s taunting you. “You know it, you know you do, so say it. Say it now.” Her actions become frantic, her thigh grinding more aggressively into you. She’s trying to force you into a more pathetic state, even at the edge of death she wants you to be begging for her. 

As much as you can you try to deny knowing, because how could you? You had never seen this person, if that’s what she is even considered, before this horrific situation. The attempt at trying to keep water from going down your throat had stopped, your lungs should have filled completely with liquid by now so some other power must have been keeping you alive. 

Though you couldn’t see it, the being was getting annoyed. Her eyes rolled as she realized that you were thinking again, a brain dead creature who could still think. “Say my name and you can cum for Mommy, like the pretty little whore you are.” She spits at you through her teeth, pointed and your blood drying on the dull shine. With her words she sees a change in your stature, even held under the force of her hand, eagerness. Humming slowly she allows her maroon mist to sink into each part of your body. 

Your brain was almost empty, nothing but serene thoughts going through it as you felt yourself slip into the darkness. You thought that there would be a light at the end of the time but instead you start seeing a faint rosy hue. The being above you is yelling at you and the need to give in is strong, you want to end everything on a high. You need that high. 

Her name slips into the water almost silently, your eyes slipping closed as you fall into unconsciousness, but it’s there. She hears it, muffled, “Wanda.” Usually one of her biggest fears, not one to want to go back to the damned dark world but with you she could thrive. A black magic demon who accomplished its goal? She would rule the world with a scarlet leash around your neck. A small smirk as her magic starts to die, a sure sign she’s going back to being contained. Until the end of time you will be her needy little toy, just as you were as you took your last breath. 

[miimo96]

Thoughts on My Adventures with Superman S3 TEASER IMAGES (yes I know I'm EXTREMELY late on this one)

Clois and Kimmy are back! AHHHHHH it's been So long, They look so cute!!!! ^w^

New intro, Mixy's back, Lex is Bald, Cyborg Superman, and NEW CHARACTERS!? OMG Next season is Absolutely going to be Insane, I'm hoping to see more DC characters show up and maybe even see more sibling Dynamic between Clark and Kara, because last season they were absolutely cute together. Also Jimmy and Kara NEED to get together this season, I don't care what anyone says I NEED to see them together, FINALLY a Supergirl relationship that doesn't involve her being with Brainiac, because that was just 🤢 I'm Also hoping to hear some Future slang in this like "Crash" and "Shrap" mainly because we're getting Superboy, and It REALLY seems like Superboy will be from future, so having him say stuff like this would Really be blast, which brings me to my Next topic.

I've seen a lot of people's theories circulating online about How this could possibly be Lois and Clark's kid from the future, and I gotta say, I ABSOLUTELY Love this idea for 2 reasons, 1 if this is True then that IMMEDIATELY means he's come here for 2 reasons, 1 we could Definitely be seeing the Death of Superman play out this season. Since we're already getting Cyborg Superman and because one of the last episodes Last season was called The Death of Clark kent, so it would only make sense for this to be called the Death of Superman, if we're heading in that direction, leading to the whole Superman Legacy arc where multiple people took up the mantle of Superman, such as STEEL, Cybor Superman and Even Superboy. If we're going to be seeing this then that means he's either here to probably stop his father from dying, or just coming back to see and meet him before his Inevitable Death, which would REALLY Hit hard for us if that's the case. Also ya wanna know what it Really reminds me of, let me just get this straight for a second to see if I got the whole story Right, "A Super hero's child comes back from the future to See their Dead relative in order to get to know them before their eventual passing, and maybe even try Live up to their Legacy " Now where have I seen this before....? 😏

Once again They continue to Improve upon ideas that HAD Potential, but were executed poorly. Hopefully they Don't drop the ball on this one ^^ Now onto reason 2, if Superboy is from the future then that means he had to have gotten here by Something right? Maybe a Time Bubble 😏

THAT'S RIGHT! I'm suggesting that Mabye we could be seeing the Legion of Superheroes, being possibly introduced this Season, and that Superboy is a founding member, and if that's the case, that would be ABSOLUTELY Insane, and a Great move on DC'S part in my opinion. but those are just my thoughts, let me know what you think, Do you agree?

[mohabbaat]

pat cummins tere batsmen bhi out hoge jaldi jaldi. shrap hai mera. 🤡

[shrapnarl]

Happy Pride Month!

[ghostrecall]

Kova "Roach" Grimad

A veteran creek crawler, she was a Space Cadet when she lost both her arms and an eye from shrap metal after a laser struck the belt of her GL-21. She continued running missions afterwards, then meeting her spouse after reaching the rank of Death Captian. Kova filled her C-01 forms, enjoyed her materity leave and now returns to active duty. She rarely dives anymore perfering more backline roles, her armor usually reserved for ceremonial and training purposes. She'll get your logistics sorted, but don't call Kova an automaton conspirator for her appearance and especially don't insinuate that she got all her fellow divers killed. You might just find yourself on the receiving end of a mean left hook.

[swift-creates]

title: Fever

category: Gen

fandom: Young Justice (comics)

characters and relationships: Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Bart Allen, Cassie Sandsmark

warnings: none

Summary:

@ailesswhumptober Day 23: Fever, passing out, “Hey?! Stay with me, okay?!”

Working late too many nights can take its toll. It’s good to have friends there to catch you when you crash.

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Tim shuffled into the Tower living room, and immediately Kon could tell there was something wrong.

His hands were clumsy as he opened the coffeepot and poured himself a mug. 

Instead of his usual determined muttering, his words were mumbling and slurred. 

A thin sheen of sweat slicked his forehead.

Kon zipped forward and hovered in front of him. "Hey, buddy," he said gently. "You feeling okay?"

"Hmm?" Tim blinked a few times, like he couldn't quite process that he was seeing Kon. 

"...Tim? You with me?" Concerned, Kon reached out and tilted Tim's face up to get a better look. He leaned into the contact, mumbling something about penguins, before taking one step and promptly collapsing. Kon dove to catch him and tried to keep the alarmed shrieking in his head to the background.

Tim's eyes fluttered open, and he seemed confused at the new position they were in. "Kon?"

"Hey, it's okay. I've got you." Kon put a hand to his forehead. He had an extremely high temperature; Kon himself ran hotter than an ordinary human, but this exceeded even his normal temps. "Shit, Tim, you're burning up."

"Nn... 'M not on fire."

"Figuratively, dummy." Kon scooped him up and flew him down the hall, dodging past Cassie and Bart, who watched open-mouthed as they went. The speedster was never still for long, and zipped into the medbay ahead of Kon, waiting with a thermometer he stuck in Tim's mouth the instant he came within reach.

Bart squinted at the tiny display. "Shrap. It's in Fahrenheit."

"Dude, we use Fahrenheit." 

"Not in the future."

"Doesn't matter. That number is way too high in any measurement." Cassie pressed a damp cloth to Tim's forehead, and he moved into the touch, murmuring softly.

Kon walked over and set him down on one of the beds, smoothing his bangs out of his eyes. "You're gonna be okay, sunshine. You just rest, okay?" Tim hummed wordlessly in response, and Kon was about to zip away when a hand wrapped around his wrist, clammy with sweat. He looked to see his best friend's eyes open and locked on him.

"Stay with me?"

He smiled. "Always."

[nymphoheretic]

˜”°•.˜”°• Rewards •°”˜.•°”˜

Synopsis: Aizen rewards his pet with a pet of their own.

Warnings: Vampire!Aizen, fem!reader threesome, oral sex (m!receiving), bondage, blood play, unprotected sex, creampie, cum swallowing, fingering, light breath play(choking), biting, praise, dubcon, manipulations, implied noncon, pet names (pretty girl/baby, love, angel)

Word count: 2.3k

Pairing: Sosuke Aizen x fem!reader x Ikkaku Madarame

Nymph: This is for @semisgroupie as a part of Snow's server secret santa event! Her top two is Aizen and Ikkaku and I was a little torn on who to pick so I gave her both! A slightly(forced) submissive Ikkaku and a Dominant Aizen! Merry Christmas/Happy Holiday, Venus! I hope you liked it! Sorry if its a bit rushed!

You let out a whimper as fangs buried themselves deeply into the side of your neck as the man above you sucked and licked at the blood that pooled from the wounds. You arch against him, your breasts pushed against his chest as your fingers crumble the material of his white shirt.

Daringly, you lift your hand to thread your fingers into the soft hair that flowed down his back, you mumble out his name softly. “Sosuke...”

Hearing his name in that sweet voice of yours made him clamp his jaws even tighter around your throat, blood collecting in his mouth as he greedliy swallowed every last drop. His hands wander down your back as he feels the curves of your body- the body that belongs to him and him alone.

The one that bears his many marks and will continue to wear them. Ripping his fangs out, Aizen licks at the crimson fluid that leaked from the two pinprick markings.

Aizen gazes down at your limp body with intense violet eyes as he holds you around the waist, tracing his fingers along his bites. “So perfect for me. This smooth skin and delicious blood is all mine, right? Say it. Say that it's mine.”

His hand circles your neck, acting like the collar he wraps around your neck during the day when he can’t come visit you. “You want to be mine. I’ve already claimed your blood, your body. Just give me your mind now.”

You reach up and grab his wrist when he tightens his fingers around your neck, already lighthead from his feeding. “Sosuke...can’t...” You gasp out, tears forming in your eyes as your nails dig into his cold flesh. 

He looks into your teary gaze and his face softens as his grip loosens. “Forgive me, my love.” His tone was soft, tender, but you knew better than to trust him. Aizen was a master gaslighter and only wanted you to submit to him completely. 

You whine when his touches become more insistent, cupping your breasts. “Let me show you that you can forgive me. Go on, thank me for my kindness.” Aizen smiles, his fangs gleaming in the low light of the moon. “I said: Thank me.”

Gasping when he throws you down onto the bed, the collar he has attached to a chain on the headboard is attracted to your throat. “Say it. Say that you belong to me. Thank me for sparing your life and just making you my little pet. I can easily touch your heart.” His hand rests over your chest, fingertips pressing against your racing heart. “You know that you want to say it. If you do, I’ll make you feel so good.”

Aizen opens his mouth and scraps those shrap needle point fangs over the curve of your breasts, his hot breath sending goosebumps down your flesh. His tongue scraps over the top of them, tasting the salt from your sweat on his buds.

A soft groan leaves him as he can feel your hot blood rushing through your veins as your heart beats faster. “Are you afraid? I would never intentionally hurt my pet. Not one with blood as sweet as yours.”

“Sosuke, I...” You breathe, your mind swirling with thoughts of his kindness as well as his ruthlessness. Memories of the day he took you, how rough he was as he claimed your body, then your blood as he bit into your neck.

But also of how tender he was as he bathes you and feeds you carefully before he falls into his slumber when the sun comes up. “I belong to you. I’m your little pet.”

He smiles against your skin before biting down on one of your breasts, his fangs piercing the skin to allow your blood to well up and pool on to his tongue.

Aizen groaned softly at the taste and had to restrain himself from biting down harder, sinking his teeth into your delicate flesh and drinking that sweet crimson nectar. “Such an obedient little pet, I have, yes?”

His fingers glide over your soft skin as he laps at the riverlet of blood that flows from the shallow wounds he made. “Doesn’t it feel good to admit you’re mine?” He asked, violet eyes coming to lock with yours. Gently grabbing your chin in his hand, he tilts your face up to look at him. “Well, doesn’t it?”

You swallow dryly, your throat sticky as you begin to fall deeper and deeper into his trance. Your lips part as you draw in a breath. “Yes...” you whispered on your exhale, your mind completely converting over to his whims. The way his voice caressed your ears, sounding like the sweetest of music.

“I suppose I should reward you for your good behavious, hmm?” He hums as he strokes the side of your face with long fingers. Moving away from you, Aizen goes into the other room where a brief struggle could be heard, the sounds of a man cursing before a loud smak was heard.

Your curiosity was pique when Aizen returns with another man with a black cloth over his head, chained to a chair. “A pet for my pet.” He coos as he sets the chair down.

You climb off the bed, the chains that hold your collar rattling as they slide along themselves, when Aizen beckons you closer. Looking up at him with curious eyes, you reach for the cloth and pull it off the man’s head.

A gasp left you as you instantly recognize the shiny bald head of Ikkaku Madarame, the man you were going to marry before Aizen stole you away.

“Wh-what? Why is Ikkaku....I mean...why?” You were silenced by Aizen when he pulls you closer by the waist and kisses your lips. You struggle a bit at first, but soon you surrender to him, moaning against his mouth.

The brunette pulls away, his fingers sliding down the length of your body. “I said this is a gift for you. Do you not wish to partake in it?” His lips curl up into a smile when you immediately nod and thank him for his kindness. “Then let me prepare you.” Aizen dips his fingers into your welcoming body, pumping in and out slowly to work you into an oragam.

Your breath comes out in tender pants as your fingers dig into the material of his shirt. You moan softly as Aizen kisses at your skin, walls lenching tightly around the two slender fingers thrusting gently. You toss your head back, a keen filling the room as he pulls an orgasm out of your pliant body, slick pooling in his palm. 

“Such a good girl you are.” Aizen coos as he strips you of the rest of your clothing. He picks you up and places you in Ikkaku’s lap, your drenched pussy lips sliding over the length of his clothed cock. He snaps his fingers in front of the bald man, “Wake up. My pet wants your entertainment.”

Ikkaku groans as he slowly comes back to. “What the fuck...” He croaks out, feeling a weight in his lap. Opening his dark eyes, he sees your flushed face and your name falls from his lips before a choked moan leaves him when Aizen makes you grind your core against his slowly hardening length. Ikkaku pulls at the chains that hold his arms downm struggling against them. “Why the hell do you have us both here, Aizen!”

Aizen simply smiles condescending down at the other man. “My pet deserved a reward, so I’m allowing her to have one.” He grabs your by the hips and lifts you up before the nails of one of his hands shred Ikkaku’s pants and he watches as the other man’s dick slowly rises to fullness, pre leaking from the tip.

“And I see that you’re eager to have a taste of her as well.” Aizen coos at you. “What do you say pretty baby, do you want the man you were going to marry to fill you up before I take over?”

You whine as Aizen lets you rub your slick cunt over the tip of Ikkaku’s cock as the other man lets out a strangled moan from the feeling. You watch as Ikkaku’s muscles bulge as he tries to free himself from the chains Aizen had tied him down with and lick your lips. “Please, Sosuke. Want to use my new pet so badly.” 

Smiling softly down at you, the brunette slowly lowers you into the other man’s cock, watching as it splits you open and your needy little cunt sucks him in deep.

He smirks when he hears Ikkaku’s draw in a quick inhale as your warmth surrounds him. “She feels good, doesn’t she, Ikkaku?” He asks, his thumb finds your clit to dance circles upon it.

“F-fuck...” Ikkaku groans as his cock his hugged by your warm, wet silk-like walls. Walls he wanted to invade at his leisure once you had become his wife.

He wants so desperately to squeeze your hips and fuck up into hard, watching your breast jiggle from the intensity of his thurst, but he had to endure this slow torturous pace of you grinding your hips over his. “Baby...please...need you to fuck me.” 

Your face flushes with heat when hearing such a big, strong man like Ikkaku beg for you. Looking up at Aizen for permission, you place your hands on Ikkaku’s shoulders when your master nods. Bouncing up and down on his cock, you clench down on him with each upward pull. Moans fill the room as you ride Ikkaku, your thighs burning, but you ignore it as you chase after your high.

Ikkaku’s hands ball into tight fists as he grits his teeth. He wanted to grab you and flip you onto your back, press your knees to your chest and fuck you so hard that you saw stars. He hated being chained down and restrained like an animal. “Fuck, pretty girl...ride my cock like you mean it.”

Aizen watches with careful violet eyes as you ride the other man, his own cock twitching in excitement. He knew that no matter how hard you’d try, you wouldn’t be able to make yourself cum on your new pet.

Only he could help you achieve your high, but to see your face scrunching up in pleasure as you tried your best to fuck yourself into completion was so adorable.

“Go on, pretty baby.” Aizen coos. “You can do it. Make yourself cum on his cock.” He teases when you start to grow frustrated. 

You hump Ikkaku’s dick faster in effort to make yourself cum, whining when you brought yourself to that edge, but just couldn’t get that heated coil to snap. “I...”

“Fuck...I’m gonna cum...” Ikkaku groans out, his voice a pathetic whine.as he could feel his cock swelling and twitching inside your soaked pussy.

His eyes slid close as he lost himself in the feeling of your clenching walls, but let out a moan of disappointment when the warmth of your body was pulled off of him. “What the fuck! I was so close!”

Aizen resists the urge to backhand the bald man, less his strength decapitates him. “You do not get to cum until she does.” He looks down at you and places his hand on your back, bending you over. “I will bring you to that blissful end you so seek, angel. So why don’t you use those lips to help your pet?”

You gasp at the feeling of Aizen gliding the tip of his cock through your slick folds before pushing inside, the stretch of him always burns with pleasure and your mouth falls open into a moan. Your hand wraps around Ikkaku’s cock, giving it a firm stroke.

Knowing that neither one of you would last very long, your took him deep down your throat, tasting your slick that still coats his length.

“Oh shit...” Ikkaku groans, his head falling back from the pleasure.

The brunette snaps his hips into your, heavy balls slapping gently against our cunt as his fucks into you. Aizen leans over, his chest to your back as his hand wraps around Ikkaku’s throat. “How does her mouth feel? I trained her tongue so well, don’t you think, Ikkaku?”

Ikkaku gasps for air as Aizen chokes him. The lack of air made him dizzy, heightened the pleasure from your mouth on his cock. His hips buckled up from the chair as his hot sticky seed floods your throat. “Oh fucking shit...” he chokes out, rutting against your face.

You let out a moan as Ikkaku’s cum coats your taste buds as you swallow every last drop he had to offer. You cry out around him as Aizen picks up speed, his cock putting pressure on that sweet spot that only he could reach.

You arch your back further, pushing your hips back to meet each thrust desperately as you feel that white hot coil wind tighter and tighter. Letting Ikkaku’s softening cock slip out of your mouth, you toss your head back in a loud whine. “Sosuke!”

“Cum for me, little one.” Aizen coos softly before burying his fangs into the side of your neck, blood squirting into his mouth.

You felt dizzy as that coil snapped and you came hard around his cock.

Aizen purrs as he feels you creaming around his dick. “Good girl. Let me give you one last reward.” He fucks into you faster, his heavy sac slapping against your pussy as he sought out his own high. His stomach clenches when your velvety walls cling to his cock, squeezing with just enough pressure that his hot seed spilled over inside. “There we go.” He coos as he thrusts his cum even deeper into your body. “I think I’ll keep you both.”

Ikkaku, still dizzy from lack of oxygen to his brain, simply moaned out when you nod and lick his length. “You...bastard...” He groaned out. “I’ll never belong to you...”

You shook your head. Ikkaku will learn very soon. If Aizen said that he was keeping you. He meant it.