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duskyashe · 11 months

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CAMP NANO DAY 14

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Bruce was going to regret coming to the watchtower today, he could tell. He could already feel the headache coming on.

"Okay, okay, next round! Fuck, marry, kill, billionaires who aren't total assholes! Michael Holt, Simon Stagg, and Bruce Wayne, I'll go first!"

Today's meeting was listed as team bonding. Playing preteen girl games was not what he'd had in mind.

"Oh you know I have to go with fuck Bruce Wayne, I mean, have you seen that man? He makes himbo look hot—"

Dick's not-so-silent laughter from his spot next to Bruce was not helping things in the least. If he didn't love his son as much as he did, and if he wasn't 100% sure Cass and Damian would murder him in his sleep if he did, he would have silenced his oldest one way or another after the third time he nearly fell out of his chair from laughing so hard.

"I'd have to say fuck Holt, marry Wayne, and kill Stagg, Lois would kill me if I said otherwise," Clark answered thoughtfully, though the smirk he was failing to hide bellied his amusement at the entire situation.

I should have kept the lead lining in the cowl, Bruce thought darkly as he fought not to glare at the Man of Steel while Dick finally succeeded in falling off his chair. The rest of the League, sadly, were already used to Nightwing's eccentricities and gamely continued on as they were.

"—marry Bruce Wayne so I can seduce his fortune from him—"

The Dark Knight had to exercise his iron self control to keep himself from groaning out loud at that comment. Please, for the love of Alfred, will someone pick to kill me?

"I honestly can't decide if I'd want to fuck Brucie or marry him more, they both have their advantages—"

Finally, it was his son's turn, and Bruce's dread grew by leaps and bounds. He knew that grin. He knew Dick was a full grown adult, but the urge to ground him had never been so strong and the younger man hadn't even opened his mouth yet.

"For reasons I will not be disclosing at this time but might possibly include the nickname potentials, I would fuck Mike, marry Brucie, and kill Simon. Thank you for coming to my TED talk!"

And then it was his turn. Bruce shot his son a Look, before turning to the rest of the League. Pretty much everyone else had gone already, and the urge to decline participating in this round was strong, very strong, but then Hal Jordan opened his mouth and issued a challenge. And if there was one thing raising so many kids had instilled in him, it was the inability to back down from a challenge.

"So, tall, dark, and scary, what'll it be? Are you going to marry Bruce Wayne so he can fund all of your sick gadgets, seduce his money from him like Plastic Man? Maybe you'll be a gentle lover to him like Aquaman here. Or maybe Brucie is the one person in the world you break your code for. Come on, what d'ya got for us?"

And Bruce—Bruce thinks about it. It's been years since he first joined the League, he's gone on countless missions with these men and women, trusted them to watch his son's back when he couldn't, and he finds his decision already made for him. Plus, there's another thing raising so many kids had given him—comedic timing. Discreetly checking to see if Dick was still recording, even after his mishap with the physics of sitting on a chair properly, Bruce turned to stare the Lantern down.

"Jordan, I have no desire to fuck, marry, or kill Bruce Wayne, either literally or figuratively."

Bruce could see the protests forming at the tip of the pilot's tongue. Clark diligently tried to suppress his own laughter while Dick was staring at Bruce in amazed glee. Before Hal could properly express his protests, Bruce reached up and removed his cowl, working his hand through his sweaty hair in annoyance before turning a deadpan look on the man, one eyebrow raised in a pale imitation of Alfred's Look.

"I trust you can understand why?"

As the collective members of the Justice League burst into shocked screeches of denial and protest, with Clark's warm chuckles and Dick's own roaring laughter acting as counterpoints to the background noise, Bruce couldn't help but smirk. He still felt a headache coming on, now from the noise rather than from the meeting itself, but overall, he can't say he regretted how it had turned out.

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So this one came from a pin I saw on Pinterest, which I sadly have not been able to find the original Tumblr thread for, about the League playing fuck, marry, kill with pre-identity-reveal!Bruce lol I read it out loud to my boyfriend, who ended up laughing as hard as I was, and he told me I should write it, so I did! ^⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠^ If anyone wants to send me a link to the original thread so I can link it here, that'd be amazing, cuz I want to properly credit the people who inspired me to write this in the first place (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Also, I feel like I've been saying this a lot recently, but I apologize for not posting yesterday, I had a really long and fun day out with my boyfriend and ended up having neither the time nor the desire to write anything by the time we got back home ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠⊙⁠_⁠ʖ⁠⊙⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ before he flew out here, I hadn't seen him in a month, and before that, it had been almost a year, so I'm making the most of the time I have with him (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠）I don't think that's too much to ask for, but I also feel horrible about not writing and posting as much as I initially wanted to this month. I figure, by explaining myself to y'all, it might make it easier to convince myself it's truly okay to take time for myself and my boyfriend, y'know? 乁⁠(⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠ര⁠ ⁠ʖ̯⁠ ⁠ര⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠)⁠ㄏ that's the hope, anyway lol

Have a good morning/day/night, everyone!

#batman #dc comics #justice league #pre identity reveal!Bruce #crack fic #fanfiction #Nightwing is part of the Justice League #the only people in the league who know Bruce's identity are Dick and Clark #batman au #rated m for language #i dropped a lot of f bombs in this one #haha oops #sorry about that #fanfic #Michael Holt is a real DC character #so is Simon Stagg #i know next to nothing about them though #camp nanowrimo 2023 #camp nano 2023 day 14

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purplecyborgnewt · 1 year

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“Forgive me, Simon. I worry that you will think this is personal, it’s not. It’s just that the man in the red mask... the fastest man alive... he must be kept -“

“...safe.“

#The Flash #simon stagg #Eobard Thawne #eowells #the great rescreencapening project #looooong post #everyone i love is alive and doing fine because i said so #may the spite force be with you #(those two last tags are *not* for stagg obviously)#(also: *like hell* it's '~not personal~'...)

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ghostofaboy · 3 months

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Picture This

Summary: Max goes to meet with a business rival, but things take a surprising turn... for the better.

Pairing: Maxwell Lord / Male OC Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only | Word Count: 2167

Warnings: Anal sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mentions of oral and anal fingering

Note: This as not been beta read, so I apologize for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay/bi characters. Please make sure you’ve read the warnings.

This isn’t how Max had thought his day would go when he arrived at the house today. After getting up and making breakfast for himself and Alistair, he’d received a call from a friend. Well… friend might not have been the right word to use, as James Orson was more of a business rival than anything else. They’d talked from time to time and got along well enough, but this call had come out of the blue. Did Alistair want to come over to play with James’ son Mark?

Curiosity had gotten the better of him and after agreeing, Max had set off to James’ ridiculously large house. James had greeted them at the door, leading Max and Alistair through to a beautiful playroom where Mark, a cheerful looking eight-year-old, was already playing with several other boys. Three other men smiled as they entered, chatting animatedly with their sons and each other. Always good at making friends, Alistair had dove straight in and was soon happily playing with the other children.

“Let’s leave them to it.” James had put an arm around Max’s shoulders, steering him out of the room, leaving the boys under the watchful eye of the other dads.

“What’s this about, James?” Max frowned as James led him into his study.

It was classical look room, with dark wood paneled walls, lined with floor to ceiling bookcases. Opposite the door was a large mahogany desk with an oversized leather office chair behind it. To the left of the door was a plush red sofa, while on the right were a pair of high backed armchairs that flanked an expensive looking antique globe.

“I heard you’ve been having a bit of trouble with some of your investments.” James smiled, pulling open the globe to reveal a whiskey decanter and cluster of glasses. Pouring two drinks, James held one out to Max, who continued to frown as he took the heavy glass. “Oh, now, don’t give me that look. Simon Stagg is no friend to you, and he’s already plotting against you.”

“Simon would never.” Max shook his head, joining James as he sat on the sofa. “He and I are good friends and the business is-”

“You have no oil, and you have no way to get any.” James took a sip of his whiskey. “You’re fucked. You’ll be bankrupt within months from what I’ve been told.”

“I don’t know who you been-”

“Max.” James turned in his seat to face Max. “I’m trying to help you. You and I have always had a friendly rivalry, but I have no desire to see you ruined. Please listen to me.”

Max could feel his heart pounding in his chest. How could James know this? It was all true, of course. His finances were dwindling, and he had no doubt Simon would screw him over without a second thought. After a few moments staring into the amber liquid, Max looked up into James’ eyes.

“Who have you been talking to?”

“Simon has been fishing for investors. One of the people he spoke to was my father. Seems as thought Simon plans to ‘expose’ you as a fraud and divorce himself financially from you.” James sighed, taking another sip. “My father told me, and I decided to talk to you.”

“Why?”

“I like you.” James chuckled, cocking his head and looking Max up and down. His eyes wandered over Max’s faces, down this body before resting for a fraction of a second on his crotch. Licking his lips, James shrugged. “We have a lot in common. We’re both immigrants who have built what we have from the ground up. We’re divorced with a son. Similar goals and similar interests.”

Something strange bubbled inside Max’s stomach as he caught on to James’ meaning. Taking a mouthful of whiskey, Max winced as it burnt his throat, watching James the whole time. He had leaned back on the sofa now, patiently waiting for Max to speak, his bright green eyes soaking in every detail of Max’s face.

“So, what do you propose?” Max coughed out, opting to cup the glass in his hands to hide his trembling. “Do you have advice for me?”

“Well, I could give you lots of advice, Max.” James smiled, oozing charm and confidence, as he shifted a little closer to Max. “But I thought something a little more hands on would help. You need money. I have money. You have a strong media presence. I need-”

“I get the idea.” Max held a hand up, taking in James’ offer. “A partnership? That’s what you wanted to offer me? That’s why you asked me here today?”

“No.” James’ laughed. A hearty, warm laugh without malice as James threw his head back. “I asked you here today to seduce you. I’ve been planning today since I saw you at the Thompson’s gala last month. You were breathtaking. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. So I waited until I knew you had Alistair from your ex to use that as an excuse to invite you over.”

Max’s jaw dropped. “But what about all the Simon talk?”

“Oh, that happened yesterday.” James shrugged. “My father called me to gossip and I figured I could help while I had you here. The business offer and the personal offer are separate. I’m not opposed to mixing business and pleasure, but I don’t want you to feel obliged to take it if we fuck. Or think you have to fuck me if I invest in Black Gold.”

Max could feel his cock stirring at the thought of being fucked by James and slowly took another sip of his whiskey. He was a good-looking man, taller than Max and just as broad. Max would be lying if he said he’d never thought of James while touching himself. But to know that James had been looking at him in the same way was exciting.

“I’m interested.” He said after a brief silence.

“In which?” James edged closer, his voice dropping lower. “The business or the personal offer?”

“Both.”

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Max felt his cheeks flush as James grabbed his tit, pinching the nipple between a finger and thumb. Max couldn't stop himself from gasping, letting his head drop back onto James’ shoulder, he let the heavy bliss settle over him as he gave himself over to his arousal.

From his seat on the James’ cock, Max rolled his hips, bouncing his own cock in front of him as the other man fucked up into him. One hand was firmly on his hip, controlling Max's pace and occasionally giving a reassuring squeeze. The other roamed. Currently, it cupped his soft breasts, but it had played with Max's cock and pulled his hair to yank his head back for his neck to be sucked and kisses.

Someone was watching them. Max could see their shadow beneath the door, moving occasionally but remaining close to the study door. Max had no idea who it was watching them through the keyhole, and honestly he didn’t care. Spreading his legs wider and arching his back, Max began to lift himself off James’ cock a little more. If the person at the door wanted a show, then Max was damn well going to give them one.

Beneath him, James bucked up into his ass, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Muttering something against his neck, Max felt James’ other hand leave his hip and join the other cupping his tits. Two large hands fondled and squeezed, jiggling the soft mounds while rolling his nipples. Max’s cheeks burned with arousal and shame.

He wasn’t in the best shape anymore, with his figure soft and rounder than his youth. While it could be hidden under his sharp suits usually, when naked there was no hiding his small breasts and round tummy that sagged slightly to obscure his diminutive penis. His ex-wife used to mock him relentlessly for his dick and tummy, but judging by James’ reaction, he felt differently.

James’ cock was thick, filling Max’s hole, stretching him and leaving him feeling stuffed. After a frantic make out session, James had asked Max to strip and to his astonishment Max hadn’t hesitated. Max had ended up on his knees on the sofa swallowing James’ cock as the other man fingered him open, preparing him for the girthy dick. They’d then shifted onto the large high backed armchair they were on now where Max had straddled James’, pressing his back to his new lover’s chest, as he sank down until James was splitting him open.

The shadow under the door was more obvious now and Max was sure James must have seen it too as he thrust up sharply into Max, causing him to let out a strangled moan. Max’s thighs trembled as the burning hot fire inside him began to grow and spread, his cock twitching and bouncing as he rode James for their invisible audience. James’ hands gripped Max’s tits, squeezing and exaggerating them, sending pulses of electric bliss shooting through his body. Max was drowning his the ecstasy as James’ hip jerked up, increasing the pace, plunging his cock deep into Max mercilessly.

“Can you see?” James hissed into his ear, and Max’s eyes immediately found the dark shadow.

Max nodded. “Y-yes. I see them. Do you think... oooh... do you think you are watching?”

“I hope so.” James grunted, his pace becoming more erratic, clearly chasing his finish. “What a sight for them. You... fuck... you look so sexy. Wave your cock at them, Max. I’m close... want you to come with me.”

Max didn't need to be told twice, reaching down and gripping the base of his dick. Waving it towards the door, just the idea of the person peeking through the keyhole was almost enough to make Max climax. Stopping for a moment to compose himself, Max began again, waggling his cock in time with James’ thrusts.

Goosebumps danced over their skin as each man gave themselves over to the dizzying, intoxicating pleasure. While James held back moans, Max loudly expressed his lust, whimpering and crying out as he felt apart. The combination of James hitting the sweet spot inside him, the squeezing and pulling of his tits, and the idea of someone watching was all too much for Max. With a strangled breathy noise, Max tumbled over the edge, writhing on James’ cock as he came.

Flicking his thick release as he bounced, Max spilled himself as shockwaves washed over him. James purred his approval while Max sobbed as he emptied himself, trembling as the last of his climax ebbed away. Then with one final powerful trust and a low rumbling growl, Max felt James come, flooding his ass with his seed.

Limp against James’ chest, Max blinked, waiting for his vision to return as James rode out his orgasm. Finally, his grip on Max’s tits fell away as James wrapped his arms around Max. He felt James begin to tenderly kiss his neck while the two men panted and slumped boneless in the armchair.

Glistening with sweat, the air soon began to cool them and Max gave a shiver, glancing back over to the door. The shadow was still there, enjoying the view of Max’s softening and retreating cock. Letting out a satisfied sigh, James nuzzled against Max’s jaw.

“We should move. The other guys will be wondering where we are.”

“One already knows.” Max whispered, nodding over to the door. “Also... I was not quiet.”

“True.” James laughed softly. “Still, we should clean up. Come on, we can’t stay here all day.”

Max gave a small whine, but slowly lifted himself off of James’ now flaccid cock, hissing softly as he stood. Stepping towards the sofa to gather his clothes, Max heard footstep quickly retreating from the door. Behind him, James chuckled as he pulled on his clothes, playfully slapping Max’s ass as they dressed.

Finally, fully dressed again, Max carefully fixed his hair before following James back to the playroom with the children. Inside, they were greeted with smiles from the other dads and cheers and excited chatter from the kids. Alistair was sat over in the corner with Mark with a tub full of Lego, both boys giving their fathers quick smiles before returning to their building.

Glancing around the other men, Max couldn’t tell which of them had been their voyeur. He had expected one of them to blush, avoid his glaze, or perhaps even be a little flirty. But instead, he was met with amiable smiles and small talk about being a single dad. Part of Max childishly pouted, desperately wanting to know and hear this person’s version of what they saw. But then another part of Max loved the mystery.

Whoever it was, they were going to get another show. Maybe not today, but soon. Perhaps Max could convince James to throw a party, to fill the house with guests, before riding his cock behind unlocked doors.

#max lord #maxwell lord #wonder woman 1984 #maxwell lord x male oc #max lord x male oc #pedro pascal character fiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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docgold13 · 21 days

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Heroes & Villains The DC Animated Universe - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

Metamorpho

Rex Mason was a veteran of the Marine Corps where he served alongside his good friend, John Stewart. Following an honorable discharge from service, Mason entered into the private sector ultimately becoming chief of security for the biotech firm, Stagg Enterprises. During his time with the company, Mason fell in love with the boss’ daughter, Sapphire Stagg. Sapphire loved Rex as well yet both worried that her father, Simon Stagg, would not approve of his daughter marrying someone of such humble status.

Indeed Simon Stagg was quite irate when learning of the affair between Mason and his daughter; so much so that he arranged for an accident to do away with the Mason. This resulted in Mason being caught in a chamber where he was bombarded with mutagenic chemicals. Although it was meant to be fatal, it caused Mason to be transformed into Metamorpho the Chemical Man.

In his new state, Mason could transmute any part of his body into any into any element or chemical. His limbs and torso were now entirely malleable and could shapeshift into a wide variety of objects. These amazing powers notwithstanding, Mason’s physical appearance was greatly altered and became terrified that Sapphire would never love someone who looked so freakish.

Further manipulated by Simon Stagg, Metamorpho ended up battling The Justice League. In the ensuing conflict, Stagg’s consciousness was transplanted into a monstrous hulk of toxic chemicals. Metamorpho then joined forces with The Justice League to take down this creature. In the aftermath, Mason and Sapphire reconciled and were eventually married. When the Justice League bolstered their membership following the Thanagrian Invasion, Metamorpho was offered membership, which he happily accepted.

Actor Tom Sizemore provided the voice for Rex Mason/Metamorpho with the chemical hero first appearing in the twenty-second episode of the first season of Justice League, ‘Metamorphosis.’

#Justice League #Metamorpho #DCAU #Tom Sizemore #cut-out #paper art

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mandoalorian · 1 year

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Maxwell revealing his childhood to trauma to reader for the first time? I just...I just want Maxwell to feel safe and loved (preferably by me) 😭💖

mastermind

Max Lord x Reader

a/n: based on the taylor swift song; “no one wanted to play with me as a little kid, so i’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since, to make them love me and make it seem effortless… this is the first time i’ve felt the need to confess”.

word count: 2,5k

warnings: descriptions of poverty, abuse, violence, angst

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[please reblog if you enjoy!]

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It was no secret that both you and Maxwell hated these kinds of dinners. But they were practically essential when it came to Maxwell’s profession; a way of schmoozing and winning over potential investors. With the oil market at an all time low, this was important now more than ever.

On tonight’s menu: grilled steak and garlic potatoes, with a sloppy side of the unpalatable CEO in the business— Simon Stagg.

He thought himself to be better than everyone else in the industry, and he had a level of arrogance that seemed to shock you every single time you had the displeasure of meeting him.

But at least the food that you were cooking smelled great, and when you felt Maxwell wrap his arms around your waist, you practically melted into the familiar warmth. Your boyfriend pressed a soft kiss into the nape of your neck and swayed his hips against yours, as if to initiate a slow dance. There was no music, but it was a habit that you and Maxwell often enjoyed.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said softly, and the smell of his rich, honeyed cologne was enough to make your knees weak. “I’m confident I can get the investment tonight, but you don’t need to have any part in this ‘dinner’ if you don’t want to.”

You knew your boyfriend was just trying to protect you from Stagg’s rude nature, yet you couldn’t help but scoff and turn around, letting yourself fall into his comforting embrace. “I won’t let you do this alone,” you promised. “We do this together.”

You could feel Maxwell’s lips curl into a smile at your sentiment, as his face lingered in your hair for an extended period of time. He pressed another kiss atop your head before finally pulling away and offering you a smile. His brown eyes were glazed as he looked you up and down.

“You look breath-taking.”

His compliments never got old, and you let out a small giggle before twirling around in your glittering gold dress.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” You laughed cheekily, straightening his tie. “I called Raquel she told me Alistair is down for the night.”

“That’s good.” Maxwell hummed. He opened his mouth as if to say something else, but was interrupted by a knock at the door. You groaned and closed your eyes, knowing it would be your esteemed guest of the evening.

“He’s early,” you muttered. “Can we tell him to leave and come back later?”

Maxwell chuckled and playfully pinched your cheek. “I’ll go invite him in, you pour out the wine. I anticipate it’ll be a long night.”

‘A long night’ was a complete understatement. Stagg stayed over for hours, devouring the three course meal and even dipping into Maxwell’s whiskey, but not before making a comment about how ‘cheap’ it was.

It was exhausting, having to spend time with the CEO of Stagg Industries. You could practically feel the dark circles imbed under your eyes, but as always, your husband had things under control. Maxwell treated every insult with poise and he maintained his integrity for the entire evening. You didn’t know how he had the mental strength and capacity for it all, but none-the-less, you admired him greatly for it.

“Now, Maxwell, before I give you the investment, I do have one last question.” Simon smirked, adjusting himself in his chair.

“Hit me.” Maxwell replied, ready for just about anything Simon was going to throw at him.

Only, he certainly wasn’t ready for this.

“I always thought it was odd how you just… came out of nowhere,” Simon said pointedly, taking a swing of whiskey. He gulped it down with a grunt and ran his fingers through his coiffed white hair. “You just appeared on the radar, which is unusual in this industry. You didn’t hail from fortune, and Black Gold isn’t a family business… it’s always intrigued me. I’ve always wondered, where does Max Lord come from?”

Maxwell swallowed thickly and closed his eyes. It was like he could feel time moving. “What exactly are you getting at?”

“I went to city hall,” Stagg said, stiff and expressionless. His voice was monotone and indistinguishable.Those five words initiated a wave of anxiety in Maxwell, who’s grip tightened around his wine glass so hard, his knuckles turned white. “There’s no ‘Max Lord’ on record. He doesn’t exist.”

Maxwell stayed silent, his gaze flicking down to the table. The silence was deadly. You nudged your boyfriend, offering him a confused glance.

“What’s he talking about Max?” you quietly quizzed your boyfriend. “Why aren’t you… why are there no records…?” you tried to piece together whatever implication Simon was getting at but you just couldn’t figure it out.

“Oh, you she doesn’t know?” Simon questioned, holding back a laugh. Maxwell looked at him almost pleadingly. He said a silent prayer to whatever God may be out there. If Simon knew the truth, he wouldn’t expose it right now at the dinner table, in front of you.

“I don’t know what?” you asked again in a panicked rush.

“I was going to tell you,” Maxwell said in a hushed tone, his brown eyes wide and apologetic. But Simon only laughed harder. “Please don’t be mad.”

“Max I just don’t understand what he’s talking about, I—“ you felt your cheeks grow hot and Maxwell took your hands, squeezing them with assurity.

“I love you so much,” Maxwell promised, his dark eyes not leaving you once. “But I’m not who you think I am.”

“Max…” you trailed off.

Realising that it was now or never, Maxwell knew he had to explain everything to you. He had to confront his truth; the same truth he’d pushed away to the back of his mind for the last two decades. It wasn’t going to be easy, but he valued you and your relationship more than anything else in the world.

Maxwell stood up and pointed towards the door. “Mr. Stagg, I’d like you to leave.”

Simon blinked, bewildered. “Huh?”

“I’d like you to leave now,” Maxwell repeated steadily, trying to not let his anger get the better of him. “You come to my home; you’re rude to me and my partner, and you even admit to visiting city hall with the intention to invade my privacy for your own nefarious means. Fuck your investment and get out of my house.”

Simon’s gaze flicked between you and Maxwell. “You’re throwing a way a deal you’ll never get back.” The white haired man warned.

“Out.” Maxwell spat.

Simon stood up with a screech of his chair against the marble floor and his piercing blue eyes flicked between yourself and Maxwell.

“I’ll be telling the committee about this.” He warned. “The FTC too… have them launch an investigation.”

Maxwell chuckled, his brown eyes now black as he grabbed Simon by the tie and pushed him into the wall.

“Eugh!” The old man groaned and you called Max’s name after never seeing this side of him before.

“You say one more word about this and I’ll make the rest of your life a misery, I promise you that.” Maxwell hissed. “Now get the fuck out of my house.”

A flustered Stagg nodded his head quickly and rolled out from under Max’s broad posture before bolting to the front door. Simon had already disappeared half way down the porch by the time Max had followed him out. Cheeks still burning red with anger, Maxwell shut the front door and forced a sigh of relief, and for a split second he forgot you were standing there, behind him, anxiously awaiting answers.

“Max…” you trailed off. Your boyfriend turned around, his dark eyes round and hurt. “Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?”

Maxwell swallowed nervously and sat you down on the soft white sofa. He didn’t know how you’d react to this. He’d kept this a secret from the whole world because society wasn’t exactly accepting towards people like him. He’d spent years assessing equations and creating strategies, creating a story and a new life and a new him. If he wanted to be in with a chance of being even just slightly successful, he had to change. He knew that from being so young, and it wasn’t until he was seventeen did he actually take the steps to do it. Plans and plots and cryptic, clockwork like schemes had led him to you… led him to build Black Gold Cooperative into everything he’d ever dreamt it could be.

“My parents aren’t dead,” Max’s revelation began with a bang, his voice barely above a whisper. You recalled back to your first date with Max when he explained to you that his parents had died in a planned, catastrophic car chase. You’d already heard about it though, from the media. You had no reason not to believe him. “They live in Mexico. Well my mom does, at least, in a small town called Todos Santos. That’s where I’m from. She never moved. And I don’t speak to my dad. They divorced about ten years ago.”

Maxwell stretched out his arms and placed them on his knees. He couldn’t bear to look at you, and instead, he remained as still as ever, staring at all the luxuries in front of him that he could’ve never afforded without leaving his old life behind. You, on the other hand, stared at your boyfriend long and hard, your heart beating against your chest, so hard you worried about it bursting out.

You swallowed. “What— I don’t—“ you shook your head, tears of fury filling your eyes as you tried to understand why he’d lied to you after all these years. Why he’d lied to the world.

“My dad was abusive. He’d hit me, but he’d hit my mom more. We had no money. Mom couldn’t work and dad was an alcoholic so… we couldn’t afford food or new clothes. We had nothing.”

Maxwell laughed weakly as he remembered, but the laughter was filled with traces of dismay and hurt. The memories came back in flashes and echoes and Max’s tummy twisted into knots as he thought about his past. He’d repressed it for so long. There had been no need to revisit it… until now.

“School wasn’t easy,” Max shook his head as he recalled the countless incidents of tormenting and bullying. That was putting it lightly. “And I definitely couldn’t afford college. And my grades weren’t good either, with my circumstances and all… I found it very hard to focus on my studies.”

Max shook his head, pausing to collect his thoughts. Push them away. Push away the bad memories.

“I worked in a garage for three years and saved enough pennies to fly out to D.C., obviously I hid the money from my father. I just… left one day without a word. I didn’t even tell my mom. For a month I lived in a motel off Highway 66, and then I was able to get another part time job and I managed to save for community college. I took an interest in business and entrepreneurship and I decided I’d give it a go. I founded Black Gold when I was eighteen… and, no one was interested,” Max continued, his voice melodious with fond at the memory. “I had discovered the perfect business opportunity amidst the Cold War but no one was interested in investing and I just didn’t get it. But then I looked around and I realised nobody looked like me… nobody had a name like me…”

“A name?”

“I was born Maxwell Lorenzano,” This time, Maxwell shifted and made eye contact with you. You noted his glazed eyes and soft expression. “All the big names in business, people like Henry Ford and Ray Kroc and Michael Milken. They had strong white names. People saw their names and were able to put faith in them and that’s exactly what I needed. So I changed my name and my hair and I bought nicer clothes and as soon as I made those changes people suddenly became interested in me. It was crazy. It happened so fast. My business venture suddenly seemed trustworthy.”

“That’s… I had no idea…”

“I left my life behind. Black Gold grew and grew. I started getting invited to events and galas and then I made it to Forbes Top 100. Everything was moving so quickly. I still send my momma pay-checks and make sure I take good care of her. I see her every Summer but usually just tell my team I’m away on business. She’s proud of me. I wish she could meet you…”

“She can,” you said quickly, placing a hand on Max’s thigh and leaning into him. “Max… I’m so sorry about all of this…”

“I should never have lied to you.” Max shook his head.

“No, you should’ve. And you did. You did the right thing. You lied to me because you were scared and I get it. You’ve had to sacrifice your whole life. You are so… brave.”

“I don’t feel it.” Max admitted sheepishly. He often made a habit of being too hard on himself.

On instinct, you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Look at the empire you have created… look at this life that you’ve made all by yourself. Every odd was against you and you tried and tried and never gave up… I’m speechless.” you shook your head in disbelief and blinked away the tears from your eyes. “All of this is because of you. This home, the nice clothes that we get to wear and the food in the refrigerator and… all of Alistair’s toys and games. You gave us all of this.”

“I guess I never looked at it that way before.”

You wrapped your arms around Maxwell and scooted atop his lap. “I’d say I forgive you but really, there’s nothing to forgive. You don’t have to be sorry for leaving your past behind and doing this on your own. Thank you for trusting me with your secret.”

“Should I be worried about Stagg?”

“Fuck him,” you spat. “Baby, no matter what happens, we’ll get through this together. Not that you need me of course, look how far you’ve come on your own.”

“I need you more than you could ever know,” Maxwell murmured into your lips, pressing the curve of his nose against yours. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Maxie,” you replied before kissing him softly. “No matter who you are and what your story is, I will always love you.”

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melody-han-wayne · 1 year

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Ranking of billionaires in this country, by a Wayne Kid (from worst to best):

Lex Luthor (-10/10): He can go drown in the ocean for insinuating that me and my siblings are morally inept simply for being orphans

Simon Stagg (2/10): Company has done a lot of great research but the way he treats his employees, according to Timothy, is sketchy at best

Carol Ferris (4/10): Only met her once at my adoption gala—she’s nice but her company manufactures (manufactured?) warplanes. Also she was involved with someone called Hal Jordan and Papa doesn’t like Hal Jordan, so...

Ray Palmer (5/10): Eh. He talks too much and is too arrogant, but to be fair I barely know him. People say he is nice though

Oliver Queen (7/10): He sleeps around too much for my liking. But Thea and Roy say he’s a great mentor and brother

Ted Kord (8/10): Always smiles at me when I pass him at the WE offices. Sold his company to WE so we’re partially in his debt for sustaining our lifestyle, but I’m not sure how much I can admire a guy who gives away his family’s business for cash

Bruce Wayne (9.9/10): Would top this list if he increased my pocket money

Katherine Kane (40/10): Businesswoman, gay rights advocate, former Air Force, actually finished college with excellent grades, AND she backs up her cousin’s children when said cousin is being difficult.

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shrinkthisviolet · 2 months

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evil morgan and/or jessie au👀 -bibaybe

Ahh my RF!Morgan AU 🥰 here’s a few scattered headcanons (and you can also check the “rf!morgan” tag in the tags):

Morgan gets speed from the accelerator instead of forcefields. Eowells is very excited by this—he’d prefer Morgan to not have powers, but he’s a teacher at heart, so he’s thrilled Morgan got powers that he can help train (his own “Little Runner” so to speak)

She and Barry never have the chance to become more than acquaintances/friends (by which I mean, they don’t become close friends, let alone siblings). Eowells also slowly splits her apart from the rest of the Team…and Tina probably meets an untimely end in this AU to prevent her intervention

Iris would be the most resistant to these efforts, because she a) knew Morgan pre-accelerator and b) isn’t on Eowells’s payroll. So maybe she starts digging to figure out why her friend is suddenly acting distant and being kept apart from her, and why Eowells is suddenly taking an interest in their friendship when he never has (this one is a little more shaky/uncertain tbh, but it’s in-character for her)

Eowells trains Morgan not just as a speedster, but as his executioner—she’s the one who kills Mason Bridge (probably not Simon Stagg, that’s in 1x2 and she’s not trained yet). Maybe she’s even the one who fights Barry sometimes, to throw him off 👀

Somehow, Morgan discovers the whole truth about Eowells (possibly via Iris’s investigation?) and kills him—partly out of revenge for killing Tina, and partly to protect Team Flash. Unfortunately, Barry discovers the scene and his initial reaction is horror. Morgan runs off, not giving him the chance to explain

After all is said and done, she keeps the name “Thawne”—not out of loyalty but self-flagellation. She believes herself a villain, and no one has sought her out to convince her otherwise

During s3, Savitar recruits her to assist in his revenge plot against Barry. Maybe or maybe not instead of KF, but in either case, Morgan’s the ally he actually wants

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Ok I'm Bored So Send Me Asks, Or Any FF Ideas Cause I Have Nothing To Do...

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umnitsa · 5 months

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Want

Summary: You just need to tell Maxwell what you need. And if you can't, he'll help with that.

A/N: We all love Maxwell as a whimpering mess, but how about powerful, dominating Max? As the Dreamstone? This is confident, calculating Maxwell Lord! <3 Banner from @cafekitsune

Written with unholy eagerness and no proofreading!

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x f!Reader

CW: Fingering, squirting, mentioned masturbation

Maxwell knew he could play the Dreamstone on the long run. He understood such a powerful thing would take it’s toll on him, and he could control it.

He learned his lesson with Simon Stagg.

He took what he wanted from him, he got some oil, he got some power, and he felt the toll on his body. It was good for then.

He kept testing and he realized small wishes took less from him. And he still would get some advantage. Maxwell trusted himself to keep the voice of the Dreamstone at bay, the voices in his head that demanded more power, more wishes.

Max gave the voices a little something, he got a little something.

He perfected manipulating conversations, words perfectly crafted to avoid triggering his power.

Maxwell realized that even without using the power, he was like the stone, giving and taking, negotiating events into reality.

The stone gave him the start, but he made the rest happen.

Maxwell Lord was the most powerful man in the world. He had everything, money, power, a whisper of his could set revolutions.

And that’s when he met you. Little you, who worked at the office. Little you, who did your work so dutifully, and watched him with starstruck eyes. Little you who, when he prompted for your wishes, said you didn’t want anything, you were happy.

He wanted to devour you. He wanted to have you naked and sweaty under him, begging sweetly for him to grant you one single wish. And he would happily grant it, with his mouth, his fingers, his tongue, his cock. Over and over.

He rubbed his eyes, leaning forward, resting his elbows on the desk.

“Mr. Lord.” He heard your gentle voice and raised his head with a smile. “Papers… for you to sign.” Your smile was so cute.

Maxwell nodded, combing his hair in place with his fingers.

“You can call me Max, I already told you many, many times.” He opened a huge, warm smile to hide his dirty thoughts, to distract himself from the dirty images that kept running in his head. Max was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t notice how sad you sounded, but he could see your expression. “Something happened? Come here, you know you can tell me.”

Max tapped his desk and pulled back. You approached hesitantly, around it.

“You know the drill, sweetheart.” He smiled, the skin around his eyes crinkling. “Life is good. But Maxwell Lord can make it better!” He moved his open palm to present his desk. You blushed, and stood in front of him, placing the papers somewhere, your ass propped on the desk, your hands together over your thighs.

Max pushed closer, trapping your legs between his. He placed a hand on your thigh, his warm palm against the side of your leg. He squeezed the flashy meat of your thigh, his touch at the same time soothing and unnerving. Maxwell smiled at you, a toothy promise of pleasure and better times.

“Now tell me, dear. What happened?”

“Just a bad date, Max.” Your voice sound sad, as he gently rubbed your thighs over your skirt.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry.” He worried his voice betrayed his pleasure with the information, so he turned on the puppy eyes, softening his voice. “You don’t deserve that.” He patted your thigh gently. “What kind of bad date, baby? The boring kind, or did the man make you promises he couldn’t keep?”

Max could feel the hunger bubbling inside him, pooling on his cock. You seemed taken aback by his question but he knew you would answer. He was a good salesman, and the first thing he sold you the moment you entered his office was intimacy, trust. He knew he was going to fuck you the moment you were introduced to him and shook his hand. He knew how to prepare the terrain.

He felt lucky that he was finally having a good chance to make it happen. And he knew you would say yes. He was that good of a salesman.

“The second kind.” You blushed, squeezing your thighs together.

“That is terrible.” Max played with the hem of your skirt. “There’s nothing worse than men who can’t keep their word. What did he promise you, baby?”

“That’s not a conversation for us to have.” You giggled, blushing and shaking your head. Your hips shifted, and he tickled the back of your knee, just to feel your skin under his fingers.

“Oh.” He smirked, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Those kinds of promises. I’m sorry.”

He hoped he didn’t sound insincere this time. He was sorry. A pretty little thing like you shouldn’t go about life sexually frustrated.

“It’s ok. It was just bad.” Your voice came out breathy, soft. You couldn’t stop thinking of the warmth of his hands against you.

“No, darling, it is a catastrophe.” Max sighed standing up and pressing his body against yours, one hand resting by your side on the desk. He raised his other hand, counting the reasons on his fingers. “First, because he broke his word. That’s a no-no.” He waggled his finger. He wanted to laugh at the irony of his words, but he just continued. “Second, because… What kind of man leaves his date frustrated? That’s horrible!”

You giggled again, flustered.

“I sense you have a third reason.”

He laughed.

“I can’t believe he had the chance to please you, and failed.” He grabbed your hips, one gentle squeeze, leaning, so his face was closer to yours. “So many better man wanted his place and he didn’t give a fuck. What a waste. But his loss is going to be your gain.”

“How so?”

“I can fix it, kitten.” He licks his lips, looking at yours, then back into your eyes. “I can give you the orgasm he denied you. You’ll go back to your desk in wobbly legs, your mind clean and your body rested. I just need my fingers. Would you like that?”

“Maxwell...” You exhaled, breathlessly. “We shouldn’t…”

“I’m not asking if we should. I’m asking if you would like to come with my fingers inside you.” His almost was almost a growl, his body tense. “Forget what you should do. Don’t think of my answer, of consequences. Focus on what you want right now.”

You squirmed, looking down, but otherwise not making a movement to push him away. He cupped your face with his hand and raised it, making you look into his eyes. He leaned, lips right over yours.

“I’ll ask again, doll.” His breathing over your lips was almost a caress. “Would you like to come on my fingers?”

“Please…” The whine burst from you, as you close your eyes. Your body trembled, his body so close, and yet not touching you the way you want him to.

“Please what, doll?” He sounded something between loving and condescending, his true colors shining through. He didn’t tease you much; you haven’t even touched you, and you were already whining. He smirked, his lips pouting slightly. “Tell me clearly.”

“I want to come on your fingers, Max.” You looked at him wide eyed, suddenly afraid of what would happen now your desire was out in the open.

“I’m glad you want that.” He brushed his lips against yours, teasing just a bit more. “I want it too.”

The tension snapped between you two the moment your lips touched. You buried your fingers in his hair, tugging desperately. He moaned, then chuckled.

“Calm down. I’m a man of my word.” He petted your cheek, looking into your eyes. “So desperate and I didn’t tease you much. At least I don’t think so.” He hooked his fingers on your skirt, pulling it up slowly. “And you didn’t look that desperate before I started touching you… You want me so much, don’t you, doll?” You nod, and his expression turns sweeter. “Since when?”

“Since I first saw you in person.” You sobbed.

“Poor little thing. Spending your days with your hands between your legs, thinking of me.” He moved, sliding a bit to the side. His cock, hard, pressed against your thigh, he cupped your pussy, hissing in pleasure as he felt your panties wet, your warmth through the fabric. “Imagining how would I feel, daydreaming about my cock, isn’t that right, doll?”

You nodded, feeling his fingers pushing the panties aside. He rubbed, gently, getting his fingers wet. His eyes were on yours, watching your expression. He licked his lips, between smiles. He rubbed slowly, pressing his fingertips lightly against your hole, and your clit, with each pass.

“Whatever your beautiful little mind imagined about me… I’m better.” Chuckling, he pressed his lips to your ear. You whined, hips pressing forward. He angled two fingers and just let your move slide them in. “Ooooops.” He chuckled at your gasp. “Sorry, it’s not time for that yet, it was just an accident…” He teased, pulling his fingers out.

“No!” You shouted, pushing forward, chasing his fingers with his hips. “No, Max, please… Please, don’t…”

With a smirk, he pushed his fingers deep inside you, to his knuckles. You gasped, wide eyed, his thick fingers stretching you without pain, just this intense feeling of being full.

“Is that what you wanted, doll?” He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. You squeezed his fingers and he just couldn’t wait to feel that pressure on his cock. Not now.

He wanted to see you wrecked, looking up wide eyed. He wanted you to fluster when he entered the room, your mind filled with images of this.

You moaned, trembling against him, and he used the heel of his hand to put some pressure on your clit. You mewled as he wiggled his fingers experimentally.

“Greedy pussy, didn’t even want some petting, some teasing… Just wanted to be stuffed.” He kissed your cheek, then your lips, as you turned to him. His fingers started moving, slowly, but firm strokes. “It’s ok, you can have what you want, doll. I’ll give you.”

You moaned, eyes fluttering close. For one moment, he thought about the noise, and the fact that his door wasn’t locked. You looked lost to everything. Good.

He didn’t mind if he got caught with you. Not with you. He wasn’t ashamed of how much he wanted you. And now it was time for him to get what was his.

He would prefer it to be with less scandal.

“It’s going to be hard but I want you to be very quiet now, doll. Ok?” Maxwell kicked his chair away and repositioned himself. Maybe giving you one of those orgasms in the first “date” was overkill, but Maxwell Lord was nothing if not a giving man.

“Here it comes…” His fingertips pressed inside you, he hammered relentlessly the spot that makes you see stars. His fingers move in short powerful thrusts. You look desperate, wide eyes filled with tears, as if that kind of pleasure was foreign for you. Max kissed you deeply, devouring your moans. A fire agonizingly grew inside you; it pulsed, repressed, threatened to consume you from inside out if not released.

It burned anyway, shooting through your legs like lava, splashing the floor of his office, soaking his hand. Your body spasmed, noises choked in your throat. Your eyes, open and glassy, focused slowly on Max’s smile as he pulled back.

“Look at that. How beautiful.” He had a giant smile on his face. Max sucked on his fingers, watching the carpet, your wet thighs. He sighed as he appreciated your panting. With a sweet smile, he grabbed some tissues and started cleaning your legs. He looked up, smiling, then kissed your mound, a gentle peck. You trembled under his fingers. “There, doll. Did you know you could come like that? Feels good, right?”

You nodded, taking deep breaths, moving your body, slowly, as if you were coming from a dream. Max offered you a hand, helping you stand up, then he leaned, pulling your skirt down and smoothing it over your hips and your ass.

You would be back. He could feel it in the way you grabbed his hand, how you hesitated to leave, how you looked into his eyes. But now it was time to leave you wanting.

To let you simmer in your desire, drown in it, now you had a taste.

He smiled, hand on your lower back, leading you slowly to the door. He smiled at your stained cheeks, stopping to wipe them.

“Smile.” He prompts, softly, and you open a big bright smile as an answer. “Just like that.”

He kisses your cheeks, then your hand, gently. You opened the door and stepped forward, looking almost dizzy.

“Don’t forget, life is good…”

“But you can make it better.” You said, smiling.

“Anything you want, doll.” He blew you a kiss and you shook your head, stepping away. ”Anything.”

Max closed the door quickly, with a grunt. His cock was throbbing in his pants and he was lucky enough to pocket your panties.

He sat on his chair, huffing. He tugged his cock out of his pants and placed your panties on his nose. He licked the wet patch on your panties, desperately trying to get a taste, his cock stick with spit and precome. He grunted, coming with your panties wrapped around his cock.

Maxwell Lord couldn’t wait to take his time with you.

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potionboy3 · 2 years

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hphl: men - I'll Make a Man Out of You

HERE COME THE BOYS!

Thank you so much for everyone who took part in this. I tried to get them all to fit. It may not be the most serious song but the video sure turned out even more dramatic than I had anticipated...

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Gabriel Sapieha - Colin Firth Lysander Mercury - Leonardo DiCaprio Frederick Lavigne - Jared Padalecki

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hadesred · 7 months

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So if you’re reading this you’re gonna catch basically my head canons turned fanfic of Batman and how I think he developed through the years with my own fan art of the characters. Inspired by Matt reeves but the rest is my own twist on original characters and events.

Fanfic time

Firstly, In Batman’s first year it starts out as tabloids talking about vampires in Gotham. Gotham’s slums are strung out so no one believes a giant Bat could be on the attack in Gotham. In this time Bruce has yet to make a public appearance since the start of his “Europe tour”. Most people speculate he’s going to debut an album as most rising nepo babies do like Simon Stagg’s son or Lex Luthor Jr in the late 90’s. Other people think he’s going to “see his royal oats” before he ends up married to Mayor Wilson Klass’ daughter Rachel Klass-Beaumont (made up character that’s a mix of Rachel from TDK and Andrea Beaumont)

Secondly, this is the most brutal version of Batman in his years to come but not on purpose. Bruce had just left the league of assassin and truly doesn’t know how to not be fully lethal. Accidentally paralyzing two different criminals under Falcone. Bruce creates a foundation for paralyzed individuals through Alfred just to indirectly help them and their families in need while making the first truly good step to help Gotham.

Thirdly, at this point Bruce is not the detective yet. Most of what helps him on any case that does happen is Alfred until one day Bruce sees a murder he could’ve solved as Batman if he had the investigative skills to find the murderer of Detective Gordon’s wife Barbara. This shuts Bruce down for a little while until Alfred decides to teach him since Alfred worked as an agent for the British intelligence agency having skills of deduction, code breaking, some criminology and forensics, and finally how to go under cover when needed (aka his matches Malone the criminal for hire, Lenny the Ace Chem dock worker, and every now and then if he needs to get into the GCPD Morgue He is Dr. John Carr)

Lastly, and kinda least importantly this Bruce had almost finished Med school when he left for his tour. Trying to take after his dad he wanted to heal the sick but he was clearly too nihilistic towards the medicine field seeing how many people are poorly treated when he was in he was in the hospital learning and under studying Dr. Leslie Thompkins before he was killed in a car crash while Bruce was on his trip. The last friends Bruce had were in his early college days. Pamela Isley, Harvey Dent, Thomas Elliot, and his on and off girlfriend Rachel Klass-Beaumont.

If you read this thank you I have another finished fan art and fanfic that I’m posting tomorrow with Batman’s first three rogues.

#fanart #batman #year one #dc comics #fanfic #headcanon #comics #batfam

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hedgiwithapen · 8 months

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for cloforce/anon, Barry's late

Barry's tardiness meant he was late getting back to his lab. The lightning didn't hit anyone; there is no Flash, no Speed Force conduit. Barry delays, like he always does, talking with Iris and the new detective in the open floor of the Police station, even when Iris tells him he really should get medical treatment. Barry waves her off. “It knocked the wind out of me, nothing bad. I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?” Eddie asks, as lightning strikes the building and the power flickers twice before going out entirely.

“Yeah,” Barry says. “ And it’s gonna be all hands on deck for a while, I think. Iris, don’t give me that look, I’m not going to die from a punch to the stomach.”

“It’s dark, how can you see me?”

“I just know you.”

They sit in the dark for a while, while Eddie goes to talk to the captain, and Iris frets about her dad, who’s still not back.

“So, was this supposed to happen?” she asks. “ With the accelerator? Was this a… possibility?”

Barry sighs. “Not one I saw predicted. The storm, maybe. I’m sure it’ll be fine,” he says but he wavers.

It will not be fine.

The next morning reveals a city in wreckage. There are no survivors in Star Labs, though some bodies, like Doctor Wells, have yet to be recovered. All the engineers, all the scientists, all the doctors.

Barry feels sick, thinking of the people on the stage, smiling. All of them gone. FEMA and law enforcement, and EMTS from other cities flood what's left of downtown Central and the area surrounding STAR. The hospitals are packed. It's 12 hours after dawn that Joe finally staggers home, dried blood on his shirt.

Fred Chyer isn't the only member of the CCPD they lose, but there's no time for grief in the rebuilding. Barry's used to setting it aside, until things can go back to normal.

But they never do. Weeks drag by and Barry's blog about impossible things racks up articles, so many Iris has to start helping. He turns the writing over to her, losing himself in the research.

A man on fire burns an apartment building. Freak storms build and die in the badlands, over fields, getting closer and closer to the city but leaving the rest of the state alone. Robbers who move in too perfect-sync kill a store clerk, a cop, and then Simon Stagg before vanishing, leaving behind one body. With so many impossible things, Barry looks for lightning.

It never strikes again.

#dammit hedgi day 2023 #the flash #or the lack thereof

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purplecyborgnewt · 1 year

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“The man in the red mask is the key. I’m gonna get him.“

“Man in the red mask...“

#The Flash #simon stagg #Eobard Thawne #eowells #the great rescreencapening project #everyone i love is alive and doing fine because i said so #may the spite force be with you #(those two last tags are *not* for stagg obviously)#looooong post

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ghostofaboy · 10 months

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Dancing With Myself

Rating: Explicit. Seriously over 18s only. Word count: 959

Summary: Max has some time alone in his office and feels an urge for some 'self-care'.

Warnings: Masturbation, a teeny bit of come eating, mentions of sex toys.

Note: This has not been beta read so I'm sorry for any mistakes. Also, this is my first time writing Max and he wouldn't leave me alone until I did.

He knew he shouldn't be doing this, yet he couldn't stop. With his eyes fixed on the door of his office, Max slowly unfastened his suit pants wincing at the sound of the zipper. Shifting slightly behind his desk, he tugged open the smooth fabric before reaching inside and pulling out his hardening cock. Max let out a contented sigh as the cool air hit his skin, and he paused for a second to savor the moment.

Outside his office, just on the other side of the door, he could hear the busy hum of the office. People chatted, phones rang, and business went on as Max sat exposing himself.

As figures passed by his door, the thrill shivered through him straight to his groin. Anyone could come in and see him, and Max allowed himself a smile.

If it had been a lighter day, he would have taken the time to go and sit on the sofa. He might even have taken his braces off and pulled his pants down. Glancing down at the locked bottom drawer of his desk Max felt his cock twitch. If he had more time, he could have taken the dildo he kept in there and fucked himself in his office.

But today was a busy day. Simon Stagg would arrive in an hour, and after that, he had back-to-back meetings. Max stifled a moan as he gently rolled back his foreskin to reveal the rosy red head of his modest cock. No, he’d have to make this quick to push the urge back down for a few more hours.

His cock was almost fully hard now, standing its full four inches and proudly pointing out almost at a ninety-degree angle from his body. There had been a time Max had hated the size of his dick, something exacerbated by his ex-wife, but now he was at peace with it. He was no porn star, but what he had was enough to bring pleasure whenever he did choose to penetrate someone.

Rubbing his foreskin back and forth over the head, Max sighed. Sex was few and far between now since his divorce, and it hadn’t exactly been frequent before then. Sure, he could hire someone, but he had to protect his reputation now. His stress levels were through the roof, and that was feeding into his already high masturbation habit.

Collecting the beads of precum forming on the tip of his cock as lubrication Max began to pump slowly, letting the jolts of pleasure spread through his body. Tugging open his pants a little more, he pulled out his balls, feeling their heavy weight in his hand before rolling them in time with his strokes.

Sounds from the other side of the door caught Max’s attention, but he didn’t stop. That was part of the fun. They might come in and see him sitting there pumping his cock. He could see the silhouettes of two people talking through the frosted glass. Leaning back in his chair, Max bit his lip as he imagined putting on a show for them.

Squeezing his balls gently, Max began to pick up the pace. His skin prickled with goosebumps as he rubbed his thumb against the sensitive underside of his cock head. The fire was building inside him, and he quickened his strokes once more to chase his climax. When he got home, he would do this properly. Really take his time and draw it out. Perhaps edge himself for an hour to get the full benefit.

Max grinned as he remembered his brand new toy waiting for him at home. A huge thick dildo with a suction cup at the end for him to bounce on. He could take it into his master bath, somewhere Alistair wouldn’t hear his moans and ruin himself in privacy.

The thought of treating himself later traveled straight to his already throbbing cock, and Max bit back a moan, throwing his head back with the sound coming out as a low whine. Frantically fucking his hand, gripping his balls with the other, Max let out shaky breaths as the coiling tension inside him reached its peak. Suddenly the dam burst, and Max bucked up into his fist as he came.

His body shuddered as his climax hit with full force. Quickly letting go of his balls, Max brought his hand up, slapping it over his mouth as his composure evaporated. Max emptied himself as he came undone, spilling rope after rope of his seed over his hands and desk. Behind his hand, strangled cries were thankfully muffled to the outside world as Max rode his orgasm before going limp in his chair.

Thick white cum covered his fist and the desk in front of him but luckily had missed his pants. Max sighed, contented as he dipped his finger in to taste his salty release. This had been a decent wank and would be enough to satisfy him until he got home, probably.

His legs were still shaking as Max stood to begin tidying, grabbing tissues to clean up the evidence. His soft and shrinking cock swayed happily as he finished putting the final touches to his cleaning. Walking around his office with his cock out was one of Max’s favorite things, and as he double-checked that everything was back to how it should be, he decided he’d leave it out until Simon arrived. Maybe he’d even be able to get it out under the table during their meeting, Max thought, smiling slyly.

He really needed to stop doing this at the office, and he knew it. He needed a healthier outlet for these urges. Yet, even as Max acknowledged this to himself, he knew he would do the same tomorrow.

#maxwell lord #wonder woman 1984 #solo fun so no pairing #max lord

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