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entitled-fangirl · 3 months

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So guilty.

Felix Catton x reader

Summary: An accident happens and the reader dies. Felix blames himself for it.

Words: 1,959

Warnings: spiked drink, death, drowning, cursing, makeout session, skinny dipping, guilty conscience

Author's note: Idea came from this request!!!!

Masterlist <3

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Felix and his girl had been together for what felt like an eternity. Truthfully, they'd been together a little over two years. But she spent many of her breaks at Saltburn with him, and his family adored her as one of their own.

That’s what made things so difficult. She was practically one of them.

Felix loved her more than the moon and the stars. She was his everything. He would eat, sleep, and breathe her if he could. She was his reason for waking up in the morning. And she was a beautiful sight to wake up to, indeed.

Like this morning.

Felix opened his eyes to see the sun peeking through his window, illuminating the bedroom. He leaned on one elbow to admire the sunrise before ultimately laying back down on his back. His head looked directly to his side to see his beloved girl. His angel.

She laid on her stomach, her face turned in his direction. Her cheek was slightly squished against the pillow, her hair an absolute wreck. But he found it so alluring. So perfect. Heavenly. Her pretty face lit up by the sunlight was the best thing his brown eyes had ever had the joy to witness. He let out a soft breath at the sight. One that woke her up.

Her eyes flickered open, before quickly closing again after seeing the sun in her eyes. She let out a light groan. “Mmm… ‘Morning, love.”

He grinned, his voice gravely from sleep, “‘Morning, angel. God, you’re such a pretty girl.”

She smiled, rolling over onto her back. A hand of hers came up to cover her eyes as she lightly rubbed them with the back of said hand.

He wished he could save this moment in time forever.

But, like all good things, it must come to an end.

Duncan’s voice was heard outside the door. “Master Felix, breakfast is in thirty minutes.”

He leaned up on his elbow, his voice echoing, “Thank you, Duncan.”

They heard his footsteps retreat from the door.

Felix’s attention turned back to the girl in his bed. Her pretty face. Her perfect body. Her sweet sweet soul. “What do you wanna do today, angel?”

A silence fell over them before she opened her eyes again, staring at the ceiling. She thought for a while before turning her head to look at him, “Let’s drink the day away, huh? You and me?”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His lips pull into a grin before he gently kisses her forehead, “Anything my angel wants.”

…

Hours after breakfast, the two sat in the library, sharing a bottle of liquor.

Felix’s parents didn’t mind. Not at all. They were the parents to encourage drinking in the house rather than out in bars and clubs, claiming it was best for them to realize their tolerance when safe at home. Felix didn’t care what morals they tried to teach. They could drink in the house, and that’s all he needed to know.

The bottle sat half empty, the two feeling buzzed as they talked for hours.

It didn’t really matter what the two talked about. Not at all. Felix could listen to her speak the alphabet for four hours and still think she was the most precious thing on earth.

But it escalated after a while. The two lay on the couch, their bodies close as they made out.

His hand was up her shirt, her hands pulling at his hair. He would never get tired of her pretty body. The small noises she made in pleasure. The way her body would react to his touches. He loved every second of it.

She pulled away from him suddenly, her eyes staring at his lips. “Let’s… let’s go sw… swim, yeah? C’mon Lex.”

He takes a moment to consider, or as much as he could in his drunken state, “you sure, angel? It could be kinda cold…”

She nodded, “Pl…Please, Please Lex. Wanna swim… Wanna swim with you..”

He nodded, letting his fears go before they even became present.

…

She pulled him across the dock excitedly.

He set their basket and bag down before setting up their picnic. Well, as much of a picnic they could put together by themselves, two drunk college kids in love.

He laid out the blanket before setting down the other alcohol bottles he brought. He let her take a look at the bottles as he set each one down on the blanket. “Now, let’s waste the rest of the day like you wanted, angel.”

She quickly pulled off her swimsuit cover, revealing the cute red bikini she was wearing.

He couldn’t help but stare. God, she was such a pretty thing. Too pretty. How he got her, he’d never know. She must’ve felt his stares because she grinned. “C’mon, Catton. You promised a swim…with…with me.”

He nods, opening one of the bottles in front of him. “I did. Just wanna… wanna buzz a little before I do… just…go…go ahead, baby girl….”

She didn’t need to be told twice. She grinned, running off the dock into the water.

He grinned, laying down on the blanket and pulling the bottle to his lips. “Talk to me…”

She splashed the water around her, “Oh, Lex. This is incredible. This... yeah… good idea…”

His head nods, even if she couldn’t see it. He pulled his sunglasses on, not wanting to look directly into the sun above him. “Well… wasn’t my idea but… I’ll take… credit if it makes you happy…”

She giggles, “It does.”

Felix let the silence fall before changing the subject. “D’ya think Oli’s alright? He was acting weird yesterday…. Should… Should have I invited him to swim with us today?”

He could practically hear her grin in her voice. “Oh, Oliver doesn’t want to be here… this is for you…and me.”

He grinned, “What… what d’ya mean, angel?”

He’s hit in the face with a cloth. He pulls it up.

Her swimsuit pieces.

He sits up, holding the pieces in front of him with a shit-eating grin. “Fuck, angel. You’re quite… quite wicked… aren’t you?” He took another swig of his bottle.

She giggles from the water. “Aren’t you glad Oliver’s not here?”

He scoffed, “More than fucking happy… no one gets to see this but me, huh? Such a pretty girl…” He stood, stumbling slightly. How much of that bottle had he drank?

He shuffled forward on the dock until she was in his line of sight. The sight of her bare shoulders sent him into a frenzy. “Fuck…” He wished, just for a moment, that they were in a clean pool so he could see through the murky water. See her pretty body on display for him.

She grinned, “Ya coming in, Lex?”

He let out a breath, “Jesus, angel. Yeah… yeah I…. I’ll be there.. Give me… give me a second.”

He walked back to the blanket, struggling to take off his shirt. He does so, tossing it in the bag before taking another swig of the bottle in front of him.

He sets the bottle down and walks back to the end of the dock.

Where was she?

Oh, Fuck. Where was she?

“…Angel…?”

No response.

His voice grew louder, “C’mon, angel. This isn’t funny.”

When he was met with silence, his mind quickly sobered him. His voice was loud, calling out desperately, “Angel… ANGEL!”

When no answer was heard, he jumped into the cold water.

He surfaced, his head swiveling around to look for her. Any sign of her. Where the fuck was she?

His heart told him it was just a game, that she was hiding somewhere, but his head said differently. She didn’t play games like this. Not the worrisome kind.

He began to swim further out in search for her. He hit the middle of the pond, looking around desperately.

He had only turned his head for a second. A second. And she was gone.

She was gone.

His family heard his heartfelt screams from the house.

…

A few days had passed, and Felix was beyond disrepair. His hair was unwashed, his facial hair grew in, and his eyes held a dull look compared to the bright shine they used to have.

He felt guilty. So guilty.

He had killed her.

As much as people tried to convince him that it wasn’t his fault, that he didn’t do it, it didn’t matter. He still believed that he killed the one thing he lived for. And he killed himself in the process.

With Oliver’s party coming up, Felix couldn’t care any less. He felt guilty for not entertaining his guest, but what was he supposed to do? The poor mourning boyfriend couldn’t even sleep at night, his night terrors becoming worse every night.

Oliver broke the boy’s train of thought. “Felix?”

He looked up from the bottle in his hand, “…what?”

Oliver was saddened by the tired, heartbreaking look in Felix’s eyes. “I’m worried about you. You don’t sleep. Don’t eat… This isn’t what she would’ve wanted.”

“How do you know what she wanted” Felix’s voice growled. His hand tightened around the bottle.

“I… I don’t know… It was just a thought, Felix. You really do need to care for yourself…”

The poor Catton didn’t even look up from the bottle this time, “You don’t know anything about me, Oliver. Now, get the fuck out.”

Oliver stumbled back, surprised by his harsh words before obeying them.

…

Felix sat against the base of the statue in the maze. His eyes closed in thought. He should be happy. Partying. Having fun. Enjoying life.

Life.

How could he enjoy his life when he ended hers?

He reached over to the newest bottle next to him, taking a big swig.

He was a disgusting human being. How could he even be around a party after he did this? After he lost her? His angel. God, his fucking angel was dead.

He finished off the bottle quickly, throwing it into one of the hedges. His head fells against the statue, his body relaxing.

He heard rustling and opened his eyes.

Oliver rounded the corner of the maze, meeting Felix’s eyes.

“Thought you’d be here…”

Felix’s eyebrows furrowed at the sight of Oliver’s antlers. “…the fuck you… you wearing, Quick?”

Oliver’s head tilted, “It’s for the party? How much have you been drinking, Felix?”

The boy’s shoulders shrug, “Doesn’t fucking matter….”

Oliver nods, “Well.. you have the wings on. I’m not that strange for my antlers… unless, of course, you’re too drunk to remember putting them on?”

Felix turned her head to look. Sure enough, a pair of gold wings were on his back. When the fuck did they get there? This whole time? He let out a groan, “I’m fine, Oli…”

Oliver sighs, “Yeah, sure bud.”

Felix noticed the mostly full alcohol bottle in Oliver’s hand, his eyes wandering to it.

Oliver noticed it too. He held it up. “You want this?”

Felix nodded, holding out his hand.

And Oliver happily handed it to him with a shit eating grin.

“Just… don’t drink too much too fast, Felix. Got that?”

Felix nodded, “Fuck off. I… I’m fucking fine…”

Oliver nods. “Alright. I’m gonna go back to the party. Just… sorry, Felix.”

Felix took a large drink from the bottle, “What the fuck for?”

Oliver shrugs, “Everything, I guess. You got handed the wrong cards in life.”

He scoffed, “Go back to your party.”

Oliver does just that.

…

In the morning, Felix’s body was found in the maze, exactly where Oliver had last seen him. The bottle laid empty in his hand.

Oliver found peace knowing the two lovers were reunited in a much different place.

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suzukiblu · 3 months

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ooooh i was gonna say tim + clonecest for wip wednesday bc i love that one but then i read the snippet for kons soulmark is real and now im like ‼️‼️‼️ im so torn 😭 dealers choice between the two i guess! (happy wip wednesday <3)

Then there’s like, a stupid disaster of a bunch of weirdly optimistic bank robbers trying to clean out Metropolis Mercantile over their lunch break, which is so embarrassingly poorly-organized that nobody but Superboy even bothers showing up to stop them. Steel’s probably literally on his lunch break and Superman probably just pities them, and who even knows where Supergirl is right now, Superboy actually doesn’t even know where she’s living these days, he thinks it’s actually somewhere in Virginia, go figure, but he also would not want to hang around Metropolis if he were her since the whole Lex Luthor incident went down, so–

Anyway. Bank robbers. Embarrassingly poorly-organized bank robbers. Which wouldn’t even be an issue, if they weren’t stupid enough to have bought a gun from some idiot black market weapons dealer who apparently deals in alien tech.

TTK is still a freaking godsend, but the stupid gun is so complicated he has to get his hands on it before he can actually disassemble it properly, which means when he disassembles it and it blows up in his face, it very literally blows up in his face.

So like, he's very tired now, and his sunglasses are half-melted and his jacket’s scorched, so that’s another set of both wrecked on the dumbest possible shit, and it’s a stupid lame bank robbery so it’s not like there’s even any cute girls around to be impressed by him. Well–a couple of the tellers, but they’re working, so it’s not really the time.

Lame, Superboy thinks, resignedly eyeing his melted glasses before tossing them in the trash outside the bank and debating going downtown to pick up a slice of pizza or something. The cops are taking the robbers in and taking the tellers’ and customers’ statements, and he has zero percent interest in sticking around for any of that noise, so it’s whatever. Pizza sounds like a way better use of his afternoon.

Especially because he took more than a few hits from that stupid gun covering civilians, and he’s really tired and really sore now. Like, too tired to even fly properly, at least not yet.

He makes it down the front steps of the bank, thinking longingly of pineapple and bacon pizza and maybe some mozzarella sticks or something, and then the situation gets . . . awkward, kind of.

#this-was-a-terrible-idea #wip: the one where kon's soulmark isn't fake

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frnkiebby · 2 months

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About Frnkiebby!

Name: Lex/Lexifer or I mean, Frnkiebby works too.

Age: 30 y/o

Pronouns: They/He

Time Zone: EST/UTC-5

Main Blog: @lactosegremlin (i follow and like from there)

3 Faves:

-Cucumber sandwiches

-My dumbfuck of a cat Bernie 'Beast-Mode Cowboy' Sanders

-Music?????

3 NOT Faves:

-Asshole people (seriously, get fucked)

-Pickles and olives

-Weather over 75f/24c

Top 6 Songs (right now):

-Sunsets Are For Muggings (LeATHERMØUTH)

-I Am Hollywood (He Is Legend)

-Fer Sure(Original) (The Medic Droid)

-Early Sunsets over Monroeville (MCR)

-Mouth Like A Magazine (Showbread)

-In Regards To Myself (Underoath)

3 Franks that are me:

Blurb About Me: So, if you're here and reading this then you already know that I'm an irredeemable whore for one certain Frank Anthony Iero Jr. and I'm not sorry about it. I play bass guitar and alto sax. I love painting and drawing and am absolutely the kind of idiot that drinks my paint water every single time without fail. I also love writing. I'm the resident office reclusive punk who uses the printer WAY too much. I have a feeling that I'm the main paper consumer there (I'm sorry, fight me, by law I have to keep both electronic and paper files. It's fucking annoying). My life motto is "Arson is the answer" and I'm pretty sure none of my friends would be surprised for a millisecond if they had to bail me out. According to them I'm a menace. I'm not gonna contest it. Also, I'm an absolute attention whore, so please for the love of god you will make my fucking day if you send me asks/anons/dms. I love you all, mutuals or not, and you're never getting rid of me now. So buckle up fuckers and lets get wrecked.

#guess i’ll finally get around to doing something like this 🤷🏻#about me #meet the blogger #frnkiebby #frank iero #mcr #frnkiero #frnkie #mcrmy #mcr5 #my chemical romance #my chem #Frnkiebby’s FellowWhores

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rentumblsstuff · 19 days

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Back to the NPMD x Monster High AU, a couple more things:

I would like to rescind my Werecat Brenda in favor of Nighthawk Harpy Brenda. Yes, I know I made Kyle a werewolf to parallel Brenda being a werecat but I also have a better offer for Kyle too: Yeti, which is why he still holds a grudge against Max for wrecking his dad’s ski-doo.

I have so many thoughts on Vampire Grace. She was born a normie and is a recently turned vampire (maybe even a vampire hunter that failed on an outing and was turned by her prey). She’s having trouble coping with her religion now that she’s a monster and constantly wears turtlenecks like the one she wears in Perky’s Buds to cover up her bite marks. She tried still wearing her cross necklace as a show of rejecting this new form, trying to embrace the pain of having the cross so close because she thought that loving Jesus even when she’s a form of half-demon would make herself better than other Christians, but it hurt way too badly for her to handle so now she just says she wears it underneath her sweater. Jason was born a vampire and wants to help her through her dysphoria but Grace won’t accept anyone treating her like she’s a vampire (even though she is). She does like the part about eating flesh and drinking blood- it’s what Jesus says to do with himself, so in a way, she’s making everyone she eats a little more Christ-like. That’s her thought process, at least. She also still pretends to be human around her parents and normie best friend Gabe. Gabe may or may not know that she’s a vampire though and wants to seduce her so she can turn him too.

In High School is Killing Me, the lyric is now changed to “Fuck you, biteology.”

Max’s Jekyll form is human (Max), but his Hyde form looks like his ghost (The Jagerman).

Stachie is soooo canon because Richie loves swimming but as a werecat Stacy refuses to get in the water and they feel like their romance is especially forbidden because of it. If Richie didn’t love the water so much, he’d wish he was a werecat too because he also wants to be a pretty little kitty meow meow

Ethan, Lex, and Hannah also went there obviously and Ethan was a ghost á la Jonny Spirit and Lex and Hannah are both spider people. You know tf why lol

Ruth is a lot like Frankie Stein in that she flirts with a lot of people but they Do. Not. Flirt. Back. Rather than solid stripes, her sweater looks more like lightning bolts and the mushroom design is a little creepier than just an Amanita.

A lot of the smoke club are also nighthawk harpies (because they like eating the weed) (including Deb) and so a lot of people assume Brenda is also in the smoke club. She isn’t. Monster high typical speciesism mixed with Hatchetfield High typical bullying regardless of social hierarchy.

The Woodwards are flytraps and that’s why Alice doesn’t smoke- plants don’t do that to other plants. This is often a point of contention between Deb and Alice even though they try to pretend it isn’t an issue

Steph’s secretly embarrassed about her decay so she always makes sure her wraps are FRESH, but the rest of her outfit is always her jagged hand-cut crop tops and ripped jeans. Her decay spread to her scalp and forehead and everyone knows better than to say something about the wraps on her forehead or how she always wears a beanie but Pete accidentally tells her he thinks it makes her look even cooler. Swooning ensues because nobody dares address her flaws, much less say she’s cooler for having them.

Steph secretly wishes Pete had a corporeal form because her love language is physical touch and she’s sad she’ll never be able to hold him. (Kind of like how Cleo is sad she’ll never get to look Deuce in the eyes).

Sophia/Spitfire as a background character fire elemental is a MUST.

The janitor is a crazy man who lives in the catacombs under the school and is possessed by what the student body can only assume is a goat demon and Peter Geist feels weirdly like he knows him.

Rosary as Claire Rosary as Claire Rosary as Claire-

Pete has also died recently as one of The Jagerman’s attacks when he was out of control, and he’s new to the school along with Grace. He’s stuck in this dorky outfit he wore so he wouldn’t get bullied and can never change clothes, but at least he’s impossible to punch unless if another spirit tried to attack him. As opposed to Grace in life, he was very interested in the supernatural (one of his special interests) so he knows quite a bit about monster types but is always hungry to learn more about the new world he found himself un-living in

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formula1fanfiction · 7 days

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Alex Albon / George Russell

Title: Wreck my plans

Pairing: Alex Albon / George Russell

Characters: Alex Albon, George Russell

Prompt: Alex finds out George is an omega

Things at the paddock have been weird for the past few races, the FIA had every one retest to prove their status because someone had pretended to be a Beta. That someone happened to be George Russell.

Alex doesn't mind that George is an omega, not even the slightest it's the fact George never told him. That's why he's angrily stomping towards George's room for answers.

George looks very dishevelled when he opens the door, half naked his hair sticking up at random angles and the smell, it hits Alex like a ton of bricks, it's sweet and heavenly. It's how George usually smells, just a million times stronger.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" Alex pushes George out of the way and enters the room. The smell inside is even stronger, it's overwhelming it makes him want to push his face into George's neck and scent him.

"I'm sorry Lex, nobody knew only Aleix." There's something off about George, he's sweaty, vacant and can't even look at Alex. "I'm your best friend George, why wouldn't you tell me, talk to me George."

"It's just been so hard, my blockers don't work anymore, I sent Max into at rut and the whole red bull garage are fuming, we- Toto and I thought by getting everyone retested, there may be more Omega's but it's only me Lex."

Alex pulls George into a half cuddle, the omega melts into it. His smell is so strong, there is a mixture of George himself, mixed with something else, something he can't explain. "George, are you in heat?"

"No, I had a stress heat after Australia. It's just the after math of that. I'm still producing slick and my smell is strong but it's not a proper heat." Just gives a little shrug. "So.. If I fucked you right now, would you get pregnant?"

"Why are you being so horrible?" George recoils away a mixture of anger and hurt on his face. Alex meant it as a joke he really did, he's making a mess of this, but that smell is just so strong and his brain can't function properly, his cock is aching like hell pressing against his pants.

"George, I really am sorry it's your smell, i've never smelt you like this before." George smiles, relief floods through his body. "Sorry Lex, i'm pretty stinky right now and Toto had to help with heat stuff." Alex, doesn't mean to growl and the squeal George lets out in response almost makes him come in his pants.

"Can I take a shower?" George nods, he looks pretty wrecked himself. Alex runs into the bathroom before he does something stupid like, jump George and fuck him hard.

Alex tears off his clothes and climbs into the shower without giving the water chance to warm up, he needed to get the fuck away from George as soon as possible, before he does something he might regret. He loves George and he likes to think he'd be able to stop himself pouncing on his best friend, but that fucking smell is something else.

Alex has to wonder how George had managed to keep the secret from him for all these years. When he thinks about it properly, he has no idea how he didn't notice, other than racing, George is incredibly submissive, always lets someone else take charge of situations, just happy to sit back and take orders.

He shakes his head, trying to get all thoughts of George out of his brain, his cock is rock hard and standing proud against his stomach. The fucking thing won't go down, even with the water still freezing. George and his fucking smell, George and that squeal he let out when Alex growled. Why does George have to be so god damn sexy?

It's wrong, he knows it's wrong to jerk off to your best friend, the guilt creeps in as he runs his fingers down his abs and wraps his fingers around his aching shaft. Alex tries to justify it, by telling himself it's only natural to get a hard on over an omega who's in heat, or at least smells like he's in heat.

Alex starts to pump his cock, furiously fucking his fist as quick as he can, he feels guilty enough as it is, he just needs to come fast and just forget this ever happened. Dirty thoughts of George filter through his brain. George naked in the shower, soap dripping down his ass cheeks.

The thoughts of doing naughty things to George, roughly bending him over in the Williams Garage, perfect ass on show, while Alex roughly pounds into him showing everyone what a little slut he is. Alex would enjoy the little whimpers and moans, making George cry out in pleasure, while forcing him to show everyone who he really belongs to. God Alex's brain is a vile place to be right now.

The orgasm happens so much faster than he thought, not that he's complaining. He screams out George's name as the pleasure rips through him, spilling onto the tiles below him. Alex leans against the shower cubicle watching his release wash down the drain as he tries to get his breathing somewhat under control. Poor George, Alex feels like a dirty, horrible person.

"Shit, are you okay? You screamed my-" George is out of breath as he runs into the room, eyes wide seeing Alex in his current state. Fuck, he must have screamed George's name out loud, what a fucking idiot. The situation is not at all helped by Alex's cock still hard. "Wow Alex, yours is so much bigger than Toto's." He can't keep his eyes off Alex's cock.

"Do you like what you see, Georgie?" Alex smirks, pushing his thumbs under George's chin and tilting, forcing him to make eye contact. George's eyes are hazy and it knocks his confidence a little bit. "You don't want this George, it's your heat or whatever you said your body was doing." It's so hard to say that, when all he wants to do is take George and fuck him hard against the shower.

"Mm not in heat." George shakes his head. "The symptoms yes, but I know what I want Alex, my brain is clear." George closes the distance between them and rubs himself against Alex's body. “You are so big and hard, I need you to take me, please.”

"You're my best friend, I don't want to take advantage of you." Alex tries to put distance between George and himself but the omega seems to have other ideas and pushes Alex back into the shower. "I'll be a good omega, I promise."

"Like you could ever be a bad omega." Alex steadies George by the hips and presses him up against the tiles. "You never answered my question, if I knot you, will you get pregnant?" Why did he look into George's eyes, there is no going back now.

"I can't get pregnant from a stress heat." George whines. "Please Lex, i'm so horny my body keeps producing slick and it won't stop, I just want your massive alpha cock inside of me." The alpha inside of him is screaming, having a begging horny omega in front of him. "Are you sure, Georgie?"

"Please." Alex just can’t take George, and his needy omega behaviour anymore, and slams him up against the glass of the shower cubicle. George groans, in delight finally getting what he wants and spreads his legs, as wide as possible, ready for his alpha. Alex growls’ placing a hand on either one of George’s thighs. He can see the shining slick, running down his legs. “Fuck George you are so wet.” Alex trails his hand down the globe of George's ass. “You have no idea how badly I wanted you, even wanted you when you were a beta."

"Always been an omega, Lex." Alex presses his nose against George's scent gland and inhales, George mewls in pure pleasure, he's so easy, grateful for smallest amount of contact. "I want you inside of me, please. Make me yours, I can't wait any longer." Alex's alpha instincts are going crazy.

Alex presses three fingers against George's hole and sinks them inside, George jerks in his arms. "Please, I can take you, no fingers." Trust George to be a bossy omega. Alex holds George's hips tightly and slam inside of him with one swift move. The noise George makes alone could bring Alex to orgasm, he's so open and wet around Alex. It feels like here's exactly where he's supposed to be.

"You're mine now, Georgie, mine all mine." Alex growls into George's ear, picking up a rough pace, slamming into him with such a force that his body collides against the wet tiles. "All yours Alex, only yours."

Alex angles his thrusts to hit George's prostate, wanting to make the omega feel as good as possible. "Now i've got you, i'm never letting you go." The urge to bite George is so strong, instead he bites down on his shoulder, drawing blood at the same time as an extra hard thrust. That's all it takes for George to come with a scream, going limp in Alex's arms.

"Are you okay, Georgie?" Alex picks up the pace a little bit. "All yours now, Lex." Alex purrs in pure pleasure, feeling his knot to start to swell, he can't wait to have it inside of George. "I'm going to knot you, baby." Alex's thrusts, slow down, until the size of the knot stops him all together. George moans contracting around him.

"It was a stupid idea to let you knot me in the shower." George moans grumpily pressing his forehead into the tiles. "Yeah, were stuck like this now." Alex giggles, presses a kiss to the bloody bite on George's shoulder.

"It was only stupid, because we're in the shower, right George?" The guilt and the doubts start creeping in. "Don't be silly Lex, i'd have you knot me years ago, I recon it's a good thing though, we'd have at least ten pups by now."

"Are you sure you're not in heat?" George's whole body spasm's as the knot finally pops, filling him with Alex's come. "No, i'm in love with you, you fucking idiot."

"Good thing you're my omega now, isn't it?"

#sorry guys this isn't from the list but I feel like death and thought this was better than nothing #alexander albon #alex albon #formula 1 fanfiction #fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #mxm #fanfiction #formula 1 #formula one #mxm smut #george russell #Galex

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cerealboxlore · 1 year

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Captain Marvel & The Switched Minds Trope

Have y'all ever seen that episode of Justice League Unlimited where Lex Luthor switches minds/bodies with the Flash and a whole bunch of shenanigans happen? Yeah, I barely remember it, I need to do a re watch of the show some time, but it gave me a neat little idea.

What if that trope was used for Captain Marvel, with one of three people

Batman

Black Adam

Mr. Mind

If Captain Marvel switches bodies with Batman, imagine the hilarity if it happens while they are out of costume. Billionaire Bruce Wayne suddenly being mind/body swapped into the body of 10 year old homeless kid Billy Batson, and each of them having to navigate a day like that. Bruce wouldn't be happy, but at the very least he'd get a day of returning back to his childhood, getting to be a kid for just a little bit again. Or. We could go for the route where they mind swap while in costume, and Batman in Captain Marvel's body tries to investigate who his secret identity is, all the while hating that Captain Marvel in his body and making himself look like a fool in Gothom. (Which then results in a Batman (Captain Marvel) in Fawcett and and Captain Marvel (Batman) in Gothom. Ohhh, and the delicious angst of when Batman says shazam and finds out about Billy Batson!

If Captain Marvel switches minds with Black Adam, there are just so many fun and dark opportunities to show off just how malicious Black Adam can be once he has his hands on the powers of the Champion of Magic, even if just temporary. He'd wreck havoc and become a tyrant, striking terror into the world and earning the concerned and anger of the Justice League, who are under the impression this is still the real Captain Marvel. Black Adam won't even try to lie and attempt to remove them from his path, but when his fist is met with his own, Black Adam will learn the true meaning of never underestimating your opponent, especially yourself. Could definitely bring in some possibilities like showing off how strong Billy Batson is and a cool identity reveal.

As for Mr. Mind, I'm really interested in seeing a mind swap happen with him. Seeing as how their bodies and selves are drastically different, and how his mind control powers could be a factor in this. Kinda like that Kafka situation, if i remember the name right, there could be some amazing parallels of written well enough.

Billy in Mr. Minds body trying to warn the JL of Mr. Mind's plans, but, he is but a worm. He'd have to rely on using Mr. Mind's monstrous powers to relay the information needed, and maybe get the help of a certain pair of supersons (Tiny worm and tiny super powered children team up). Mr. Mind in Captain Marvel's body would be....

A threat.

Oh, there's also the option of Billy swapping bodies with Lex Luthor. Haha. Now THAT would be a rollercoaster of fun.

Anyways, that's all my thoughts for now, and just me saying that I really want to read/write a fanfiction where Captain Marvel (Billy) mind swaps with someone. Might not have expressed everything that I wanted to say correctly, but it's late right now and I am full of oatmeal, so I'm quite sleepy.

Please send me y'all's thoughts and opinions, I love it when y'all include your own things!

@wolfsbanesparks

especially you wolf, I was gonna send this as an ask to you but it got way too long in the end

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clockforaheart · 9 months

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My Adventures with Superman episode 4 screenshots

Perry White sick of them

Look how cute they are! Also someone get Clark a more flattering suit

it's just you and me and me and you and your friend Jimmy

Alex...Lex?!?!?!

you done fucked up. Better not bad mouth his girl

Wooo looking good hot mama

get you a man who looks at you like this

Hot damn

she said D:

my babies

he said :3

Walk him like a dog!!!!

Oh yeah, that is definitely Lex

Yeah, fuck him up! Peep Jimmy being a supportive friend.

lmao get wrecked

omg

Martha raised a gentleman

OMG

my poor baby

ooh dang she figured him out

lol

#my adventures with superman spoilers #my adventures with superman #lois lane #clark kent #jimmy olsen #perry white #lex luthor

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steddieas-shegoes · 4 months

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the freak and the hair and lex

it's time for the weekly fic rec, where i give the top 3 (to me) fics by some of my favorite authors. please always check out their masterlists/works because these authors may have stuff you love even more than what i put here! as always, check tags before reading and leave kudos and comments and reblog whenever possible to support writers!

this week is @thefreakandthehair and let me tell ya, this was one of the hardest weeks to narrow it down to my top 3. i have gone back and forth on lex's works for three days trying to narrow it down (and also realized at some point i missed a few posts so i'm about to do a binge read oops). lex is so talented and does so many things for the fandom, so everyone go celebrate her gifts to us!

lex's tumblr | lex's ao3

rounding third, sliding home Rated E | wip/big bang fic The much anticipated big bang fic is in progress and it's SO GOOD. I don't even like baseball, but Lex is proof that I can and will like any situation these boys are in. Massage therapist Eddie!!! Hello!!! I don't have to go into detail to let you know how that's going. Favorite part: Honestly, since it's a wip, I don't wanna give one yet. But I will say that the overall premise of a massage therapist being able to do what trainers and doctors couldn't makes something really happy in my brain.

ice is made to melt (so is my heart) Rated M | 1,507 words It's hockey. I sniff out hockey fics like a hunting dog. I mean it's literally just hockey fan Eddie and I'm eating it up like I've been starving for years. Favorite part because these are possibly word for word things I have screamed at my television at the Bruins whomst I love with my entire heart but would beat with a hockey stick if given the chance: "Are your blades dipped in fucking butter?” “The puck goes in the net!” "You can't shoot for shit, just like you can't grow a decent mustache, huh?" “Your job is to use your big ass body to stop the teensy tiny puck from getting around you and that’s a Hell of a lot easier if you stay in the fucking crease!”

Livin' On A Prayer Rated E | 17,915 words It's the classic idiots in love but don't realize it even though they basically have been boyfriends the entire time trope and I cannot get enough. It's like a slow-fast burn in the sense that they're dumb, but this is still short enough to binge in one relatively quick go. Favorite part which is kinda a spoiler so: “And I know myself well enough to know that I would die before letting anything happen to you, especially after nearly losing you once already, so I felt like being here was safest. And I— I don’t mean the same way that I love the kids or Robin or really anyone else. I’d die for them too but that’s— that’s not my point. I guess what I'm trying to say here is that I know this is one sided or whatever but I just, I’ve been wanting to tell you just to get it out of me because carrying this around alone for months and months has been wrecking me… I think I’m in love with you.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #fic rec

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depravedmicrowave · 5 months

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Vlad doesn't have a death day...

OK so I was rereading a fanfic (doens't matter but it's lex luthor's ascent) having a grand old time and I wouldn't have thought about it but with how topics flowed in the fic (when you're two day binging you don't have a lot of time to set aside plot points and my brain is a steel trap on a good day) with Vlad's weird torture tendencies and Danny's Death Day being a thing I got to thinking about Vlad's Death Day.

Now this isn't like a oh look at poor me thing but as someone whose in constant pain and lived hell on earth for a good eight months I can confidently say that being in pain drives you mad.

Thus I present the High Council of Phanon Lore with this tribute.

Vlad Masters-Plasmius didn't die on a single day. He was locally revived and killed over the course of two years. I'm not saying his heart stopped every day, I'm saying that being that contaminated and that radioactive for two years before stabilization would have had time to cover most of the year for a very slow death. Even if he only partly died in localized zones of his body, the man was actively dying day after day after day.

If we take into account of Death Days being a day for the posthumous ghost to relive their death, then he would be feeling that pain persist every day after. I'd argue that he'd liken the melting of flesh and bone from radiation to plasma and that pain for himself skewed irrevocably.

Pain wrecks your ability to think critically. Who has time for logic and reason when all you can think about is how you need your body to stop? Who has time for others' hurt feelings or morals when you're fighting your own body to survive? If things are bad enough you get wreckless with your own safety, you look for someone/something to blame, you grasp at the things that bring you a speck of distraction.

Some days are better than others, not all deaths are created equal, but he'd have a constant reminder and the mind doesn't like knowing pain. He is a fruit loop, he's lost it, and while I don't think everyone would break in that way or that it'd excuse him of his questionable actions.... I think, his death day just might be the worst there is.

#dp headcanons #vlad plasmius #danny phantom

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distort-opia · 1 year

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Have joker and batman ever agreed with something (not begrudgingly) ? Always been curious about this

They've even teamed up occasionally in the past, but I wouldn't count all of these instances as agreeing on something. It was out of necessity, most of the time. And explicitly getting Batman and Joker agreeing on something is quite rare, but there are things they've seen eye to eye on. I'll try to go through them below, but I'll put the elaboration and the comic references under the cut, since this got long.

Bruce agreed with Joker that he'd been making mistakes as Batman after Alfred's death;

Both Batman and Joker hate The Batman Who Laughs;

Both Batman and Joker agree that the world is meaningless and absurd (but they disagree on how to deal with it);

Both Batman and Joker believe in Joker's insanity as a reason for him not being fully responsible for his own actions;

Both Batman and Joker see their sidekicks as better versions of themselves, not imitations;

Both Batman and Joker oppose Nazis.

1) Bruce agreed with Joker that he'd been making mistakes as Batman, in Batman: Joker War.

This one is probably the most straightforward:

Batman (2016) #94

Batman (2016) #101

2) Both Batman and Joker absolutely loathe The Batman Who Laughs.

Neither wants Bruce to actually become him, they both think TBWL is an abomination-- which results in Joker teaming up with Bruce to help in defeating him two separate times (Dark Nights: Metal #6, The Batman Who Laughs). It's to the extent that Bruce relies on Joker to kill him if he turns into another TBWL (The Batman Who Laughs #4), and to the extent that Joker pretty much forbids Lex Luthor from working with TBWL, wrecking the Legion of Doom when Lex does not keep his word, in Justice League (2018) #13:

3) Both Batman and Joker agree that the world is meaningless and absurd (but they disagree on how to deal with it).

This is perhaps most evident in Batman: The Killing Joke:

It's been alluded that they agree on this in other stories too, like Batman: Ego and Batman (2011) #48. But TKJ remains the most poignant, since the fact they share a loss of meaning due to trauma they couldn't process is at the basis of the story-- and the point of it is that Joker is wrong that the only possible path after experiencing something like it is madness. "Maybe I've been there too," Bruce says. Despite Batman and Joker disagreeing on the how of dealing with it, they definitely see the world in the same way.

In the same vein, there's this moment in Batman (2016) #48 that's nothing if not agreement regarding the construction of their identities as a way to keep themselves alive in the wake of loss:

4) Both Batman and Joker believe in Joker's insanity as a reason for him not being fully responsible for his own actions.

Over time, more than one character has gotten at the truth of Joker's persona being, in many ways, a desperate performance; Jason dug at it in Batman: Under the Red Hood, Jim ponders it in Joker (2021). But Selina spelled it out best in Batman/Catwoman, even though technically this isn't within continuity:

Batman/Catwoman (2021) #9

"You're like him! Just exactly like him! [...] You know wrong from right, and you just chose a side!"

Most of the time, if Bruce and Joker ever agree on something, it's that Joker is crazy. They both need to believe it, for different reasons. Joker chose "madness as the emergency exit", and if he admits that he isn't mad, he lets go of the single coping mechanism he's constructed in order to keep surviving (not to even delve into the fact that this is how he deals with his breaking of the fourth wall). Although this isn't to say Joker isn't mentally ill (because hoo boy, is he)-- however, he isn't irrational. He's not the chaotic and monstrous force of nature he presents as; he's a human being making choices. And also... because he's "crazy", Bruce pulls stunts like saving Joker's life from the electric chair (Joker: Devil's Advocate), saving him from the Spectre's judgment (The Spectre #51) and from the demon Etrigan (Batman #546), saving his life when he gets stabbed despite Jim stating it's a consequence of his own choices (Batman: Cacophony #3)... by arguing Joker is a psychopath and incapable of making choices. In Batman/Catwoman, it's to the point he makes Selina swear she won't kill Joker, with Selina keeping to herself the thought that Joker was sane, indicating exactly just how much Bruce needed to believe it.

I'll make the note that this is of course my personal interpretation, and that there are times Bruce has referred to Joker as not insane. Like in Batman: Endgame, in which he calls Joker "not crazy, just evil". However, that's kind of the point, at least in my understanding... he only does this at the end of the road. And Joker has also called himself "differently sane" or argued against being called insane in actual courts of law, but his reasons for doing so are usually creating more chaos or a wounded ego (not sincerity).

5) Both Batman and Joker see their sidekicks as better versions of themselves, not imitations.

Well, according to Bruce at least:

Punchline: The Gotham Game #2

6) Both Batman and Joker oppose Nazis.

This is a less personal one, but Joker asserts more than once that he's against Nazis and bigotry, in the Batman & Captain America crossover, and in Injustice: Ground Zero.

And there you go, Anon! I tried to limit this to beliefs agreement can be applied to, since going into the emotional similarities Batman and Joker share is something else. Also, if anyone has other cases in mind, feel free to add on!

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amazingmsme · 4 months

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how do you think the npmd nerds/whatever hatchetfield characters you’re in the mood to write for, try to like (subtly or not to subtly) hint at wanting tickles 👀

Oh I’m about to go HAM with this one! Buckle in cause I got a feeling it’s gonna be long, but imma try to be succinct. Also: FIRST ASK OF THE YEAR

Grace: will straight up go ask one of her friends to tickle her, the absolute mad woman

Ruth: she’s so damn touch starved so she’s in a lee mood more often than not. She gets more whiny & clingy with her friends & blushes a lot easier than normal

Richie: he cranks up the annoying friend routine up to an 11, teasing Pete & Ruth & cracking stupid jokes. His leg shakes a lot when he’s in a lee mood because he’s got a lot of pent up energy

Peter: stutters a lot & tends to stare at people’s hands a lot. He stretches a lot when he’s in a lee mood. I’m talkin’ arms all the way over his head, back arched, & he makes a high pitched groaning noise just to make sure he gets someone’s attention

Bonus Round! aka everyone else I feel like writing

Max: gets a lot more hyper & rowdy with his friends & tickles them in hopes they’ll get him back

Alice: suffers in silence & acts all grumpy until Deb catches on

Lex: gets real cuddly & clingy with Ethan & not so subtly tries to move his hands to her tickle spots so he’ll “accidentally” brush against a sensitive spot

Ethan: purposefully makes himself all mopey & emo to entice Lex to wreck his shit. Puppy eyes to the max

Paul: clams up, stutters a lot more than usual & jumps at pretty much any sudden movement in his direction & generally is much gigglier than normal

Bill: drops what he thinks are subtle hints & is a lot more affectionate with his coworkers. A hug to Paul or Charlotte, an arm around Ted’s shoulders, ruffles their hair. Is overall very smiley & playful

Charlotte: gets really cuddly & giggly. Usually it’s whenever she’s alone with Ted so she’ll lay in positions where her tickle spots are stretched out & vulnerable & calls his name over & over. Or if he’s really oblivious she gives up & starts a tickle fight

Ted: ASSHOLE TO THE MAX!!! Seriously, when Ted Spankoffski’s in a lee mood, everyone knows about it because he makes it everyone’s problem. He can never bring himself to ask for it, he can’t even admit it to himself that he likes it, so he just becomes So Insufferable until someone decides to do something about it

Tom: doesn’t even realize that’s what he’s been wanting until Becky gently grabs his arm & asks “want me to tickle you?” (He’s been silently staring at the ground and rubbing his neck/scratching his beard for the past 10 minutes)

Becky: she shyly will bring up a memory from high school with Tom & mentions how he used to tickle her. Not near as subtle as she thinks she is, but hey, it always works

Linda: will walk right up to her husband or whoever she’s having an affair with & loudly proclaim “what does a woman have to do around here to be appreciated?” & basically lays on the guilt trip. But what did you expect from miss gaslight gatekeep girlboss herself?

BONUS BONUS!

Dan Reynolds: sneak attacks the news crew to be funny but really he just wants someone to return the favor but no one ever does because he’s THE Dan Reynolds!

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