#dc lex luthor

ugly dog in a cape

Kon being written as a comphet queer is my favourite take of him.

I like bi & gender queer Kon fics, & my heart is always taken with the rare fics of a gay Kon-El, Superboy, struggling with thinking he has to be the very picture of what Luthor defines Superman as.

Nevermind what Superman really is, Kon is implanted with the "ideal man" that Luthor sees Superman as being. Everything Luthor envies and wants to be: the macho powerhouse in charge. All the ways Luthor's power-hungry ahh warps Superman to be.

(Aka what the average incel seeing a well liked, conventionally attractive man & hating bcuz.... hater. Then they blame it on society. Women. Gay people. Try pushing that mentality on others— Little impressionable minds especially.)

Anyway, i just REALLY love the analogy exploration of Kon being the queer kid of a conservative brainwashing upbringing. It always makes his punk aesthetic ten times better✨️

i enjoyed writing this more than i should’ve, let me know if you want me to give this topic another go. and never be afraid to give me very specific ideas my angels.

lex luthor x reader

cw ⋆ sub lex luthor, dubcon if you squint, mentions of breeding kink, light cock and ball torture, and some banter

18+, no minors pls n thnks

lex was a straight forward kind of man. dominant in his career, dominant in person relationships, dominant in bed. nearly every girl he had been with before you was this submissive and breed-able type—which was important to lex, passing on his genes was narcissistically always on his mind during foreplay. and even now, as you bobbed your head up and down under his desk, taking his cock deep into your throat, he was thinking about it. his legacy, his mark he’ll leave on technology and politics. his arrogance turned you on and somehow pissed you off.

your teeth scraped against the smooth skin of his cock just enough to get a wince out of him, his fingers tangling into your hair. “teeth. we’ve gone over this.” he muttered and you licked up his cock slowly, looking into his blue eyes. a low groan leaving his lips before you push his chair back, standing up and finding your balance before using his thigh as a stepladder to climb onto his desk. you sat, looking down on lex and his desperate leaking cock. he was dumbfounded. he was uncomfortable. you looking down on him instead of the other way around… it made him antsy. he glared back. “what do you think you’re doing?” he muttered cockily, as if he had you all figured out.

“i don’t know, lex.” you shrugged innocently, though you had big plans for lex tonight. he would get a taste of his own medicine; it’s not so fun being someone’s bitch. “what does it look like?” he scoffed at the idiocy of your question, and you lean back on the palms of your hands. “zip your pants up.” you hum and his brows shoot up. “who do you think you are?” he questions arrogantly, and you look down on him once again.

“seriously,” his big hands wrapped around your ankles and tugged you to the edge of the desk. you gasped softly before uncrossing your legs. the sight between your legs and under your pencil skirt was enough to have his dick twitching. “what will the press think?” he clicks his tongue, “my secretary tending to my every need with nothing on under this tight skirt of yours? what do you think they’d call you? a whore? or would it be slut?” he leaned in as he spread your legs further, his hands raking up your thighs—bunching your black skirt at the dip of your hips. “which do you prefer?” he grinned up at you before going to kiss your inner thigh.

lex wasn’t the kind of man to butter you up, make you feel special. no, this was more of him getting the most out of you as he could. draining you. “you tell me.” you lift your foot, pressing the bottom of the front of your high heels into the base of his cock. lex froze. his eyes wide as if you might’ve just stabbed him in the back as his nails drag down your thighs and his fist wrapping around your ankle. “angel, what is it that you think you’re accomplishing?” he spoke so strong, so confidently. but you could hear the slight falter in his tone. the way his Adam’s apple was bobbing in his neck. the way his thumb was stroking the inside of your ankle… he loved it. though lex would never say that. never admit even on his death bed that he enjoyed any bit of this disobedience from you, he was stubborn like that but you could tell from the way his pre-cum was leaving onto the sole for your red bottoms.

you leaned forward, ignoring his ignorant remark. “whore? or slut?” you made sure to enunciate each syllable as you spoke in a rough whisper and lex’s cock throbbed for you. he hated it. hated what you were able to do to him. “cunt or bitch?” he bites back, “which would you prefer me to call you once you’ve played out this domineering fantasy of yours?” his face was close to yours now. he was bearing his teeth. showing you who’s in charge but it made it all the more exciting. “i’d prefer cunt, suits me.” you grin, before looking down at him with a sort of disgust. “but you, i think slut and whore are too flattering for you. bitch is more like it.” you take his choice away from him and his breath nearly hitches. “little bitch. is that what you are, lex?” your voice was so low and raspy he felt his head spin.

who were you to talk to him like this? who were you to make him feel like this? your foot presses hard onto the base of his cock, the spiked heel pressing into his balls and he whines. lex luthor whines in front of you like a kicked puppy. his eyes on yours tightly as his grip loosens on your ankle. “you crazy cunt.” he barks, his eyes falling to the erotic picture in his lap. your back red bottoms pressing firmly against his cock and balls. it was torture. it was cruel and disgusting, so why was luthor only thinking about sinking his cock into you? why was this making his balls throb? he hated it. he hated you.

a cocky grin rose on your face like a sunset. “you’ll regret this,” and it was those words that made you realize he’s letting you take control. he’s not fighting, not really. he’s putting up a weak fight, and it was turning you both on more to know he could end it at any point… yet he wasn’t. lex was stronger than you, more brainier. he could make your head spin before you noticed you were under him and still… he sits with his throbbing cock, staring at you pathetically.

when you pressed your foot down harder onto his cock, digging the spike into his balls further he moaned. whimpered. he grips your ankle like a vice, and he looked up at you pleadingly. you’d never seen it. not from a man like lex. it was intoxicating. bringing a man like him down off of his high horse. you leaned forward and grabbed his black tie, pulling him closer, and lex obeyed. bringing his chair closer. “good boy,” you said in a tone barely above a whisper.

“for fucks sakes,” he whispered breathlessly, mainly to himself. he couldn’t believe this feeling rustling through him violently. he felt like a bitch in heat, and his cheeks were heating at the realization. your foot lifted and you slipped into his lap, holding your hips above his aching cock. his eyes turned to slits. “you’re a poisonous bitch.” he bit out through a clenched jaw and you scoffed a laugh. then he felt the warmth of your wet entrance engulf the head of his cock and his brows knit together, his big hands coming down to grip your ass.

usually movies make the villains hate the hero bc they accidentally killed a loved one or they’re an evil person “just because” which are either watered down or overrsaturated. but lex maliciously murders innocents & create cataclysmic events out of pure envy bc superman gets all the attention… that’s it lmao

We do not have a child together. I rather gouge my eyes out.

I truly hate him-