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lex gave a very intimate and detailed description of him overhearing two other inmates next to him having the hottest, dirtiest, gayest, prison sex ever and how it annoyed him. what he didn't tell daddy ricky (or as y'all may know him, rick flag sr.) is about the nights he got lonely and cold and started fiending for the chance to be bent over by Big Blue himself and pleasured himself to the sounds of his fellow inmates making the best of their bad situation. How do I know this? I know this to be true because James Gunn beamed this canon directly into my brain while I sat in that IMAX theater and watched Lex delicately touch Clark’s hand through the torture prison glass box.
synopsis: you and lex are what most people would call, “friends with benefits.” but this time, he’s determined to prove you’re so much more to him than just a convenience.
his hand rests on your thigh, fingers lightly tracing circles just above your knee. you’re sitting across from him in the dimly lit study of his penthouse, the air thick with tension that has nothing to do with his usual power plays or schemes. this isn’t about dominance or control—at least, not in the way you’re used to. lex luthor leans forward, his piercing blue eyes locked on yours, and for once, there’s no malice behind them. just heat.
“i’ve missed you,” he says, voice low, smooth as velvet. it’s not a line. it’s not a trick. it’s an admission, and it sends a shiver down your spine. his other hand reaches up to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch impossibly gentle. “more than i’d like to admit.”
you don’t pull away. you can’t. his presence is magnetic, his closeness intoxicating. when his lips finally meet yours, it’s slow, deliberate, almost reverent. there’s no rush, no urgency—just the languid press of his mouth against yours, teasing open your lips with a patience that surprises you.
lex luthor doesn’t kiss like a man who’s in a hurry to take what he wants. he kisses like he’s savoring every second, every breath, every soft sound you make.
his hands slide up your body, fingertips skimming over your waist, your ribs, until they settle on your shoulders. he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss, and you feel the faint scrape of his teeth against your lower lip. it’s enough to make you gasp, and he takes advantage, his tongue slipping into your mouth with a slow, deliberate sweep. you moan softly, and the sound seems to ignite something in him. his grip on you tightens, just slightly, but it’s enough to make your heart race.
he pulls back just enough to look at you, his breath mingling with yours. “tonight, i’m taking my time with you,” he murmurs, his voice rough now, edged with desire.
and then he’s moving again, his lips trailing down your jawline, your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your skin. his hands slide under your shirt, fingertips brushing over your stomach, making you arch into him.
he doesn’t rush, doesn’t push—he explores every inch of you as if he’s memorizing it, cataloguing every gasp, every shiver. when his mouth finds the sensitive spot just below your ear, you let out a sharp cry, your hands gripping his shoulders for support.
“lex,” you breathe, and the sound of his name seems to drive him wild. his hands drop to your hips, lifting you effortlessly onto the desk behind you.
papers scatter to the floor, forgotten, as he steps between your legs, his body pressing against yours. you can feel the hard line of his arousal through his pants, and the thought of him—this man who commands fear and respect from everyone he meets—being undone by you is intoxicating.
his fingers work at the button of your jeans, and you lift your hips to help him slide them off, leaving you bare before him. his eyes darken as he takes you in, and for a moment, he just stares, his breathing uneven.
“you’re so beautiful,” he says, the words soft, almost reverent. “somehow each time i see you, i’m undone a little more.”
and then he’s on his knees in front of you, his hands spreading your thighs apart as he leans in.
the first lick of his tongue against your skin is electric, and you cry out. he doesn’t hold back, doesn’t tease—he devours you like a man starved, his tongue delving deep as his hands grip your hips, holding you steady.
you’re trembling already, your thighs shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. he doesn’t stop, doesn’t relent, until you’re gasping his name, your body quaking with release.
when he finally looks up at you, his lips glistening, there’s a smirk on his face—not the cruel one he wears in the boardroom or the battlefield, but something softer, more intimate. “oh baby,” he says, standing up and pulling you close. “we’re just getting started.”
your hands fumble at his belt, desperate to feel him, and he lets you take control for once, watching as you undress him with trembling fingers.
when you finally wrap your hand around him—hard and hot and perfect—he groans low in his throat, his forehead resting against yours. “you’re going to be the death of me,” he mutters, but there’s no regret in his voice.
you guide him to your entrance, and he pushes inside with a slow, deliberate thrust that makes you both moan. he’s big—so big—but he moves with care, letting your body adjust to him before he starts to move. his hands grip your hips as he begins to thrust, his pace steady, unhurried. every movement is calculated, every stroke designed to drive you closer to the edge.
“lex,” you whimper, your nails digging into his back. “please—”
he silences you with a kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as his pace quickens. you can feel the tension building inside you again, coiling tighter and tighter until it snaps, sending you spiraling over the edge. he follows you moments later, his body tensing as he spills inside you with a low groan.
for a long moment, neither of you move, lost in the aftershocks. and then he pulls back just enough to look at you, his expression unreadable. “stay,” he says simply, and there’s an edge of vulnerability in his voice that you’ve never heard before. “just… stay.”
Summary: Lex Luthor wants to defeat Superman no matter the cost. You seem to be the perfect vessel for Superman's future demise.
t.w.: Dark-ish series, Smut, PinV, dub/non-con (sex pollen/abo stuff going on), Fuck or Die!, Voyeurism, Cucking, Breeding Kink, Lactation kink, LuthorCorp Secretary!Reader, Lex Luthor x Superman/Ultraman (one-sided and psychotic), Cum play/eating, Sex pollen, Reader has glasses, Forced Pregnancy, Possessive Ultraman, Possessive Lex, Possessive Clark, Loss of autonomy
Part 1: Ultraman wasn’t as successful as he expected. Lex Luthor is hoping to breed something new to defeat his nemesis, no matter how long the process may take.
Part 2: There are some lasting effects from Lex’s aphrodisiac fumes. Even after all these months, your body and Superman’s have become attuned to each other. Coincidentally, your body attuned to another Kryptonian with his DNA.
Part 3: TBD
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warnings ⟶ stepcest, non-con, use of “sis” frequently, vague mention of blood.
syn. ⟶ you think you’re stronger than your stepbrother. naturally, he has to test that.
or
mean stepbro!luke who cums in you to prove a point.
“you think you can hold me down for more than 5 seconds? you’re scrawny, luke!” you waved him off and cackled into the living room, luke followed quickly behind. “you think i can’t hold you down for 5 seconds?” he looks dumbfounded, “really?”
“you’re 10 pounds soaking wet, luke. you couldn’t if you tried,” it’s hilarious to you! it started when you walked into his room to find him scrolling his phone, only to slip out a slick comment, “i’m stronger than you.” you teased him all the time, sure, but this is different. this comment had real bite, not a one-off you only said to see the annoyed look on his face.
“you’re not stronger than me. in—in what world are you stronger than me?” he sat up, hands loosening around his phone before chucking it behind him. “this world.” you said it with no hesitation, almost like it was natural. like you really believed it. that bothered him.
he walked behind you knowing that smug look was plastered across your face, “are you serious?” his hands was planted on your shoulder before turning you around.
“dead serious. i know you can’t.”
he scoffs out of pure astonishment. he doesn’t believe you. not in a complacent, not-being-able-to-accept-it way, but because he’s so much bigger than you.
he looks over your body, taking you in. it’s only when he looks over your tits he feels his cock stiffening. he knows you know it’s not true. what he doesn’t know, he’s completely oblivious to this, is that you want him to show you he’s stronger. he thinks you’re being annoying, how you are normally.
“how much you wanna bet i can—” he scans the room for an idea, something simple. “put you in a headlock and pin you onto the couch?”
“think you can? i’ll wash your clothes for as long as you want,” you take a step closer. “i can do it easily,” he steps closer, crouching down to your face.
“deal.” you both shake on it.
“okay, i’m ready.” you took the time to fake-prep yourself, cracking your knuckles and keeping your hair back like those’d change the outcome. you knew he’d get you.
he laughs and shakes his head, “‘kay, sis.” that last word, his nickname for you, had some venom. his cock twitched a bit at it.
you try to maneuver your way around him, only for him to wrap his thick biceps around your neck, his hand resting on your forehead. your cunt fluttered as you smelled the faint musk of his cologne on him. “can’t talk now, can ya?” his laugh was real, not like the ones you fake. you tap his arms after a while, as you start to become light-hearded, the taps get frantic after a while. “relax, i’m not gonna kill you!” this was hilarious, the way he shut you up that fast.
he loosens his arm around your throat and gets you to lie on your stomach on the couch, you’re heaving. “f-fuck, luke!”
he doesn’t waste a second, crawling on top of you and pinning you down underneath his frame. he didn’t even break a sweat. “what’s that, sis? outta breath? couldn’t hear ya,” your shorts rode up high on your ass, and he just happened to press his bulge against it. you tried to speak but couldn’t, you can barely breathe after him restricting your breathing.
but you do push your ass up against his cock, making it seem like an accident. like you’re just squirming but, oops, sorry, bro! and it wasn’t planned but you both just started rocking back and forth? like, you’re more subtle, but he’s rutting his cock against your ass. those boxers he’s wearing are wetting at the tent forming, you’re getting to him.
“not gonna talk anymore? but you had so much to say, didn’t you?”
he hooked his finger around the waistband of your tiny shorts, the ones you wore whenever you both were home alone together. “you don’t need these anymore, right?”
“they could get home any second, luke, i—”
“but you wanted this, sis. that’s why you…” he yanks your shorts down to your thighs, “came into my room teasing me. you knew you wanted this. i’m not stupid.”
a hard smack lands on your ass, making you cry out stupidly. he laughs. not so strong now, hm?
he pulls his cock out, pursing his lips for some spit. he doesn’t want it to hurt that much. your feet thrash and kick in all directions as he pushes in, one hand on your waist while the other’s thumb gets the tip inside of you. “tighter than i imagined,” he sucks in air through his teeth.
“luke,” your eyes involuntarily widened at the burning feeling of him stretching you like that. “fuck, it hurts!” you try to tap him, but why would he care?
“thought i was scrawny?”
he bottoms out inside of you, pulling out to see a tinge of crimson around the base of him. “don’t tell me you’re a virgin! wouldn’t have known with you walking around like that.” you wince. his thrusts are fast but controlled and consistent, like he knows what he wants.
you fight it to no avail. you’re not stronger, in fact, you’re weak. so weak underneath him. and the way you have no choice but to wrap around his cock and take it proves it.
his thick cock is leaking pre into you, but he needs more. he needs you to know you’re not strong enough. his groans get more intense and whiny when he feels that warm feeling building in his balls, they get all tense and twitchy. “nothing to say, sis?”
you’re a whimpering mess beneath him, all of your moans coming out in short, breathy gasps and your thighs trembling. it’s too much. he fucks into you faster when you cum, your tight, constricting walls only make him want to cum more. that hand on your waist, the one holding you in place, bruises your skin as it digs into you.
“you—can’t cum n’ me, luke!” you shake your head crazily. if he finishes inside of you and, god forbid, gets you pregnant, your life is over.
he can’t care. “says who? mom? dad? you?”
you let your head fall onto the couch when you realize he won’t listen to you, sobbing as your orgasm washes over you because of that spongey spot he keeps hitting.
“t-take it, s-sis,” his heavy balls twitch and tighten as he cums ropes into you, hot and thick splurts of his spend just covering your walls. what really gets you is the way he doesn’t pull out. no, he fucks his babies into you. he doesn’t want you pregnant, he’ll make sure you won’t be, he just wants you to know how easily he’s done this. how easily he can ruin you. that fast.
when he pulls out, a string of cum connects from your hole to his cock.
࿐ soldier boy putting you back in your place in front of the seven
18+.ᐟ canon typical language & sexual content.ᐟ mdni
“ben i'm sorry..” you pouted your glossy lips softly, batting your lashes prettily.
usually, the puppy eyes trick works on soldier boy. your pretty eyes being one of his ultimate weaknesses – but not today.
today you stepped wayyy out of line and over his tolerance point with your terrible bratty behaviour, and in front of everyone else including his own weirdo son – homelander.
the last person he'd want to be a witness of you making him look powerless and out of control, after all he was a goddamn alpha male, controlling his woman was supposed to be easy and come naturally.
“you're sorry?” ben's voice low and ragged, you could smell cigarette smoke on his breath as he stepped closer towards you, closing the distance and caging you in between the seven's conference table behind you and his broad, muscular body.
ben grabbed your jaw with his big calloused hand, wasn't too gentle about it either, forcing you to look up into his eyes. pure fiery fury behind his emerald greens, oh he was pissed.
“show me just how sorry you are then, doll.” he growled lowly, pressing your jaw open with his merciless fingers. “go on.”
you whimpered weakly at the pressure on your face, blinking twice to battle your pathetic tears. you haven’t seen this side of ben yet, the ‘keep acting like that and see what happens.’ side with a pitch of anger and bruised ego.
“you wanna run your mouth in front of everyone? let’s see how well you do with my cock stuffed down your throat.” ben spat out with something that gave you the chills, he was lowkey scaring you, and not only.
most of the seven couldn’t look away, seeing soldier boy – homelander’s father, snap at you was probably the most entertainment they’ve had since weeks.
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fuck blackmail. cipher would’ve had me bent over the balcony apologizing. fuck that fight. i would’ve gotten them out with mere throat usage. FUCK I NEED HIM.
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